Whining 

28 creative works found

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  Wolf pack waiting for their prey
  by samc352

  Wolf pack waiting for their prey

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  whineing
  by thorley

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  Stop Global Whining
  by Debbie Ironmonger

  Attitude t shirt with a warning. Enough is being said about the state of the world – not enough is being done!

• RedBubble Etiquette
  by Jo O'Brien

  Isn’t it great that we have such a cool community on here, bursting with creativity? / The vibe is great, the people are great, the artwor…

  Isn’t it great that we have such a cool community on here, bursting with creativity? / The vibe is great, the people are great, the artwork is exceptional. But don’t we all love a big old whinge every now and then? Well, I do, and I’ve been saving it all up for this one post. (Well it was either that or become the creature I love to hate!) Disclaimer: This is all just my opinion and I am but one person and don’t represent anyone except myself. And I’m being all one-sided and hypocritcal. And you may not like me very much… And arguing with me probably won’t work! Flooding Activity Monitors with Repetitive Art / I love that RedBubble allows us to upload as much of our art as we want, but seriously guys- do we really need 10 shots of the same thing from different angles? Or the same image with 6 different PhotoShop filters? Or would it hurt upload a big series in drips and drabs over a week so that we have time to appreciate each artwork on it’s own as well as for being part of the series? Irrelevant Comments / Artwork Commments are not opportunities to have MSN conversations. Nor is it the place to size up the models assets or ask what the artist is doing on the weekend. (Unless of course you happen to know the artist very well and know that they are cool with this sort of behaviour) Otherwise, it’s a place to talk about how great the finished artwork is and perhaps ask the artist more about it. Whinging about Everything / Yeah I know, I’m being a hypocrite, but just this one time. Don’t know about everyone else but I am so over reading journal entry after journal entry about every little thing that someone doesn’t like about RedBubble. If you’ve got a better idea than what’s currently in place- GREAT- put it in the feedback forum so that admin see it. Telling us about Every Single Sale you make / Yes, the first time you made a sale you were so unbelievably wrapped about it you wanted to tell the world. I totally get that. So you sold your first framed print and it’s a big deal, I get that too. So you made 50c selling a card… again- OK, I don’t need to know that. Especially if you are lucky enough to have regular sales. / - EDIT- Due to a really great suggestion, I’ve made a forum thread to publicly thank people for sales (By the way- no pressure to use it. It’s just there if you want it) Uploading Happy Snaps / I can see three reason why people do this. / 1) They want to have their happy snaps turned into RedBubbles totally awesome products. Who wouldn’t? But it’s totally possible to upload your happy snaps as “hidden” and you can still get copies printed for yourself. / 2) You want to join in with the challenges in the forums like the Spin Challenge and the Show and Tell your Pets thread. Yeah, I get that too. It’s all in the spirit of being friendly and building the community. But did you know you can copy an image into a journal or forum post while keeping it hidden? / 3) You have confused RedBubble with Flickr or Myspace and do not consider anything you have posted ‘art’, let alone sellable art. Being Creepy / Emailing and BubbleMailing artists with enthusiastic support is lovely. Getting creepy anonymous email is just… well… creepy. So just don’t do it. Blatent Self Promotion / You know what I’m on about. You get a comment- and boy, it’s a big one this time. Only it’s all about the artist who is commenting. They probably gave you three links back to their portfolio too. If they are really brazen they may have even posted an image. Or you notice that you have exactly the same comment as you’ve seen on 20 other artworks- yes- someone copy pasted that comment. They must love everything exactly the same. And then you think to yourself “Hang on a minute.” It’s just rude. Not Editing Forum Posts / I realise that we can’t edit comments under our images. But we CAN do it in the forums. Right under your name is a little link that says “Edit Post”. Please use it. I can’t get cranky about this because I realise not everyone knows how to do it. So lets help each other out. You can find info on how to link (And a bunch of other formatting things) here Comments That Detract From The Sale Of Artworks / Potential customers can read your comments so think about what you are typing before you hit enter. There is a reason it says “Play Nice.” If people want your critique or suggestions, they will post in the Critique Forum. Negative comments and even innocent suggestions to change an artwork can not only damage an artist’s fragil ego, it can make a potential customer question whether the artwork is actually as good as they first thought. Journal Entries Being Catagorised As “Writing” / We now have this wonderful ‘writing’ category to keep our super-dooper finshed written pieces in. Poems, stories, well constructed and artistic pieces of prose. It’s not just another journal. It’s for your special stuff. If you want to tell us about your weekend- keep it in your journal. Rant Over aaaahh. That feels better :) Now is the bit where I plead with you to remember this is just my opinion and you are welcome to disagree- you can even strongly disagree if you feel like it :)

• "Whine Control”… Here’s To Us!
  by loramae

  To us whiners!

  I normally write in rhyme mode, so you may scream at my grammar…The title came unknowingly from a friend who is of a thoughtful and empathetic heart…she provided this title in a story similar to this one that grabbed me and so opened up this story. Thank you dear friend for your wisdom.

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  WIne Whine
  by Peter Bellamy

• Stockings, stalkings, Scotsmen, liars, and beer
  by Arletta

  I am in the midst of a great frustration. I don’t miss said ex-lovely tattooed wonder, in fact. I really don’t. It’s just that we were…

  I am in the midst of a great frustration. I don’t miss said ex-lovely tattooed wonder, in fact. I really don’t. It’s just that we were, allegedly, getting somewhere, were going to meet, etc. And, there are things I want, feelings I have, that go beyond friendship and family and God. Well, not beyond, in some respects, but they are different and real necessities,not just wants. I don’t want to be with a man, as in I believe women have to have a man to be important in society, or any of that old fashioned b.s. twaddle. It is that sort of connection that is between lovers that are friends that I need, good conversation, deep understanding, and as I am virulently heterosexual, it really needs a man to get me there, eh? Blah blah blah … It’s the same frustration you might feel, I suppose, after you just saved up enough money to buy a new dress and then you get robbed on the way to the store. It’s no great loss, in some respects, but there was a looking forward to something, a hope of something, and it’s been taken away … and who wants to start back down that road, again? That’s not a good analogy, but it’s the only one I have. This is the sort of person I am, that I have to contend with. I was accused of plagiarism, once, by a teacher in 7th grade. She freely admitted that she had no idea which book it came out of, mind you, but refused to believe I wrote what I did as, she said, persons of the age I was at the time simply cannot write like that. She gave me an ‘F’ and destroyed the paper! I went home, after not maiming her, and cried and cried and cried for hours .. for days .. and I could not make myself go back to school, I could not bring myself to write anything except a few short songs and poems and little snatches of stories for years. This book of mine that has been published recently, is the only story I’ve been able to complete since that day. Because.. I hate having things taken away, destroyed, misunderstood, I hate being maligned, and .. it was, for the longest time, the greatest evil done to me. Not because it was the worst on paper (no pun intended) as I’d had some pretty bad things happen, but, writing was my one source of accomplishment, joy, being seen and known by others as me, and she basically shat all over it. Later, my Dad threw a very close to completed story in the fire, because it was making a mess on his dining room table. That didn’t help. Later, I was married to someone who would find my notebooks and analyze everything I wrote. I had written part of a story about an illegal alien named Angel who a teenage girl was dating but the way it was written it said “I went down to the drug store..” Okay? So, that was endless hours of interrogation as to who this Angel was and how long I’d been cheating on my husband with him. Despite that it said that I was a brown eyed, brunette that was around 15 or 16 and that Angel had actually come down in a space ship, at some point of the story or another, and it couldn’t possibly really be me. sigh So, that didn’t help, either. Especially when he’d take all my drawings and writings of any sort and shred them and then burn them in front of me while laughing. However, that is one of the reasons I don’t believe in Hell, as I knew too many people who did these sort of things and I was already in a place of torment and torture for far too much of my life. No one who loves would choose to ignore that and give me some more of the same after death. Please! And does God love? ... someone out there, reading, asks. Yes, dearheart, he really, really does. Which is all I’m saying for now. The point is that I was in love with him, this tattooed wonder, and I liked him as a person, and I trusted him .. and really, this is the first time that I’ve ever felt all those things at once about the same man, and it was the only really bad, crazy, he felt like an actual part of me, love I’d been in … and it was wrong, and now it’s gone. And, who wants to go back down that road again? But, what is the alternative to going down that road ? I used to love going on walks, but I don’t like walking all alone. Yes, I know, I failed to mention stockings, stalkings, or beer .. sorry! Originally, the thoughts in my head were about more physical desires but that are only really worth while, in my book, if there is love, trust, respect, and privacy And, all the usual crap about crazy stalker women who helped to screw things up, etc. But, I don’t care, anymore, about those crazy women. It would be nice to have good health, a good man, a good pair of silk stockings, and a Guinness, though!

• (sigh)
  by Arletta

  Editing is a hard enough task, without the added problem of having a computer – the only computer that utilizes the sort of disk that you…

  Editing is a hard enough task, without the added problem of having a computer – the only computer that utilizes the sort of disk that your work is saved on – out of commission. Which is to say that I was using a Dell with a zip drive on it, when I published Chronicles of Ordine. I uploaded the PDF files for the book, not the .DOC or .RTF files, by the way. This is a point as, while it was helpful before, I am really kicking my own butt over it now. / So, a word of advice : upload both a PDF and some sort of Word type file when it comes time to publish, if at all possible. The PDF file ensures you get to use the font you want and saves time and trouble. But, you’ll need the other file to add the ISBN later. At the time, I had no reason to believe I would be needing to add the ISBN, since it was already in the PDF file for the softcover book and I couldn’t afford to publish the hardcover. Then, as it happens, my computer was hacked again and , as a result, I no longer had acccess to the internet via it. That was bad, but I got a new computer so that was better. Except that Lulu.com decided to run a special promotion wherein you could get the same thing for free that I just paid $99.00 for. Which was annoying, in that if I had waited, I could have got it for free and $99.00 is a LOT of money in my life. But, it was cool in that now I could get some more things published. Except, of course, that in the meantime, the electricity died in the office where I had been using the Dell. As a result, I had to move the Dell out of there and was intending to set it up in my room. Then, my father, feeling his manly Mr. Fix It urges, absconded with the Dell, muttering vagaries as to how he wanted to look at it and see about fixing it. The Dell, though, was perfectly fine except that it had no ethernet adapter drivers so that I couldn’t get online. I could use my disks on it, use the art programs on it, etc. It was wonderful in those sort of respects, and, since I have the new computer, I didn’t need it to be online. Right around the same time that my eldest son, who is learning disabled, decided to scratch the screen on my new computer, repeatedly, because he was upset at my other son and my son-in-law, I also found out that Dad did something strange to the Dell. He won’t explain it, but he says I can now have it back and maybe I can fix it, if I have the right product code number. He says he is unable to input it. I don’t know why that would be so, or why it would even be needed since I had reprogrammed the whole computer after wiiping the disk clean and that is how the ethernet adapter drivers were lost to begin with. None of this is unfixable. it is possible to replace the computer screen, with enough money. But, since I still have several hundred dollars to pay on the ever-so-brand new computer , it will be a while before I can afford a new screen for it – even if I could find one second-hand, which i hope to. With the proper disk, i should be able to get Windows Vista working on the Dell again. Maybe, just maybe, I’l even find the disk that came with the ethernet adapter one day. It’s just that all of this relies on time, money, luck, and patience; all of which are things that, except the latter, I have almost never had any of at all. Also, while all of this was going on, my youngest daughter went into the hospital for an operation because she had a cyst on her kidney. Oh, and had a baby before that. This has been going on a few months now, the computer fiasco extraordinaire. So, all in all, it’s been a real skippy great year so far. Oh, and I found out, just the other day, that the man that I was in love with – the only man I was ever truly in love with – who disappeared without even saying goodbye, had a fairly good reason for doing so, after all. So now I am feeling bad because I do believe I tore him a new arse, via email, over his disappearing act. Seems he had some sort of seizure, which affected his brain so that he went blind. So, yes, he probably had more important things to worry about then if I was missing him or what I’d think about him not talking to me for a good long whack of time. And Augles, the greatest writer alive, has been busy trying to die of cancer, getting assaulted by roommates, and trying very hard to get ran over. Which, between him and the other guy, I’m beginning to wonder if I don’t have some sort of curse going that causes men who enjoy my company at all to suddenly have their lives disrupt into total, often physically damaging, chaos. Date me and find out. I dare you! lol Whine, whiney, whine, whine, whine! I wasn’t really whining, honestly! Just, hmm .. explaining my life, a bit.

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  The Winner
  by OurKev

  Sometimes, the prize isn’t worth the price of the ticket.

• Where have i been? *~major whinings*
  by silentcries

  Hello.. hmmm.. feel free to hate me. i have been around actually.. just haven’t been really communicative. let’s just say, i’ve been craw…

  Hello.. hmmm.. feel free to hate me. i have been around actually.. just haven’t been really communicative. let’s just say, i’ve been crawling into a hole, and i don’t feel like coming out, really.. i tried too.. i tried very hard to respond.. to communicate.. but i’d always end up just closing the window. hnn.. yea.. prolly part of my depression thingy.. but i really just want to cry out loud, you know? it’s been more than a week, that i want to just cry, but i can’t!! (i mustn’t be caught crying) so yea.. sometimes i manage to feel cheery enough to respond to the lovely comments i get.. but after awhile, i’ll just go… / all i can say is that i’m truly sorry for my “quietness” and lack of cheery comments.. i can’t help it. trust me, i’ve been eating my med daily. but without proper umm.. as in “real life” support, i can get rather down. i understand and truly appreciate that i have many lovely friends here who understands and care for me.. but yea.. it’s like.. it’s just hard? to be working towards my goals alone? i did receive little helps from my 2 girl friends once in awhile.. but for some bloody annoying reason, i still feel darn alone!! it’s like yea, fine, i understand it’s my life, and i have no rights to ask anyone to company me fight for what i want, i don’t really need someone to fight along with me, but at least a little encouragements like “that’s great! work hard!!” or “so how did the meeting went? did they approve?” hell, even lies like “i knew you’d get it!” or “i’m so happy and proud of you!!” will be appreciated!! i know i’m being such a baby.. but.. i mean think about it.. some of you guys have things to keep you strong.. like family or loved ones or close friends.. but i’m like almost alone if not for you guys here.. but then again, you guys are like on my laptop.. i can’t.. / why do i need company.. why do i need encouragements.. why do i need love.. why do i need all these things which.. ok, i must be stronger.. i am supposed to be heartless. i’m supposed to be the nonchalant.. i’m supposed to not need all those feelings, because prolly i’m not good enough to have them. ok.. i know i’m whining and acting like a total brat.. (at least i manage to shed some much needed tears a little..) i mean, i hardly get to sleep properly for the last few nights.. but yea, the good news is that my meeting last week was rather successful, and i’ve signed the contract and will soon have my stall with PaTH They haven’t contact me yet, to tell me when i can get my cart, but i’m sure as hell not in a hurry. i haven’t got any price tags done.. just managed to buy a rack and hanger for the tees today.. i’ll be getting some 44mm buttons pressed end of this week.. i need to do a little poster for my stall too.. and i just ordered some glass and dog tags which i most likely won’t receive till end of the year.. and a print portfolio of designs to prepare for those tees designs that are not printed yet.. and i’m currently working on 1 company webbie… and i should really find another printer before i start selling.. /

• My apologies for yesterday's whinings~
  by silentcries

  Today, i found out why i’ve been quiet and retreating from everyone. / basically, i had the mindset, if my family don’t give a hoot about …

  Today, i found out why i’ve been quiet and retreating from everyone. / basically, i had the mindset, if my family don’t give a hoot about me, why would anyone else care. i can’t even get acceptance/love/care from my family, who am i to ask for love/care/attention from others. Bad and sad mindset, yea.. Which is why i’m glad i manage to pinpoint it, with the help of my counselor, today. Now i know that just because i’m utterly disappointed by the people in my real life, i shouldn’t ignore those who actually care for me. Even though they’re just online, in my laptop, on the other side of the pc is a real person!! STUPID ME!! i’m sorry for being quiet, and not my “normal” bubbly self. depression is not something anyone have full control over. i can’t just start communicating like nothing happened. i’ve been getting lotsa crap from the people in my “real life”. From not having any support/encouragements/acceptance from my family, to having friends/acquaintances who i’m starting to get sick of for how they’re just using me, or look for me only when they need me. It sickens me, the characters of the people in my real life. It’s like they always have something up their sleeves, either wanting your help, and wanting to make use of anyone or anything they can get. Soo many of them who’re quiet and never contacted me for a looooong time, and suddenly come looking for me just to help them with something or just talk to them because “i’m bored”.. i even had 1 jerk of a “friend” who asked me for the market rates of quotation and then later disappear without a “thanks”. it’s like a mere “thanks.” itself is already kinda rude, let alone to disappear just like that. pfft.. Ungrateful baka.. then there are those who look down on me, when they’re nowhere better themselves. So yea, i will most likely take awhile to get back to my old bubbly self. i don’t even know if i can get back to being sooo cheery, but i’ll sure as hell try. You guys are too nice and kind and loving for me to not love you guys back. Since there’s no one to love in real life, i’ll love all you lovely people instead!! Now for the good news… Read my latest frozenfa’s side journal!!

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  Class
  by Shannon Beauford

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  Cheers
  by Shannon Beauford

• ARRRGGGHH NOTHING IS WORKING!
  by Arletta

  (sigh) I put links on several photos that go in a series. While putting them, I got weird messages as to how Red Bubble could not find…

  (sigh) I put links on several photos that go in a series. While putting them, I got weird messages as to how Red Bubble could not find 3 or 4 or the photos (but, only after I had clicked ‘save changes’ on them); and, my browser siad that Red Bubble was attempting a cross-site link or transfer, whatever that is! TECH SUPPORT! DO YOU HAVE AN ANSWER? And, then, I went back to look at the other things, and noticed that none of the links are working. Now, I checked to make sure the format was right. I even re-sized the font so that I could make sure there was no space where there shouldn’t be one. So, I’ve zero clue why the links are not working, but, working is precisely what they are not doing. Perhaps, they, too, are waiting for their cross site transfer. Also, Lost FM is not playing right and that seems to be related to whether I have Red Bubble open or not; though, I can’t be sure. All in all, this has not been the best of Bubble experiences, today.

• Help this youngin. How do I get noticed
  by Vestque

  Now I’m constantly thinking about my artwork. I want to be successful. For the moment people seem to really like my work, but sales are n…

  Now I’m constantly thinking about my artwork. I want to be successful. For the moment people seem to really like my work, but sales are nill. Where is the rift? I’ve been trying to get my work out there… Social networking as you’d call it. But I sort of don’t get it, it’s one of those things that just don’t compute. As a result I’m CONSTANTLY second guessing, major headaches…so I’ll reach out for help. How do I get my name out there? Internet world and real life….Help?

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  Wine vs. Whine
  by sigfusson

  Wine: Improves with age / Whine: Gets old fast / Choose wisely

• All I want is to be normal (venting/complaining/ranting)
  by LizVengeance

  NSFW

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  Living in the Key of Bored?
  by robpixaday

  LMHO…I made this in honor of one of my old music teachers. I had SUCH a crush on him…as only a 15 year old can. Thought of him the other day: his snarky comments and incredible talent, his black velvet voice and his magical piano chops. I think he’d like this.

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  Last Of The Summer Whine
  by John Hooton

  On Sunday evening, fellow RB contributor Peter Denness took me to his fox retreat in the centre of Croydon. Peter has taken some great pictures of these foxes. Click on his name to have a peek. We saw three foxes, one of them being this years cub. This older fox knows my host by sight and if he looks well fed, then you had better ask Peter! Technical Details: Camera: Nikon D3 / Lens: Nikkor 80-400mm f/4.5-5.6 / Focal Length: 400mm / ISO: 3200 / Exposure: 1/125 sec at f/9 / Post Processing: Lightroom 2 and Photoshop CS3 © 2009 John Hooton Photography

• Dead To Me
  by robpixaday

  ...sitting in this corner, a pile of me. / I can’t move.

  I hate hormones. / Well, some of them. / I’ll be back ‘Bubbling when I’m human again.

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  Whine No More
  by PBWright

  Did some post processing on a photo I took at a friend’s home in Richmond, Texas, and merged with a texture from deviantart.com (thanks to resurgere!). It’s something new I’m trying and having fun with. I hope it satisfies… Nikon D40X, f/5.6, ISO 100, focal length: 55.0mm, metering mode: pattern

• Whine Tasting
  by robpixaday

  As one mad with wine / I raise the spit-glass of my days.

  Tiny poem, done on a dare.

• What????? No SALES??????
  by robpixaday

  Just woke up, logged on: No sales? Not even one? / *I tweeted. I emailed. I…

  Just woke up, logged on: No sales? Not even one? / I tweeted. I emailed. I made phone calls. I blogged. Well, here’s my final idea: I’m going to take the calendar I bought for advertising and go door-to-door in my neighborhood. Wish me luck!!! And I hope everyone sells like crazy!!!!!

• ☛CARD-O-RAMA!!!!!!!!!!☚
  by robpixaday

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