Dragons

It's been a while since my last blog, this time I've decided to talk about something that I'm deeply passionate about. What is that you ask?

Great question. Answer: Dragons. Deal with it.

It's ridiculous how many people you ask "Are you into dragons?" give you a weird stupid look like you're stupid or weird or something weird like that.

You know what really eggs my nog though? 1. is when people (little kids included) draw pictures of dragons with pointy tails. I mean really? Pointy tails. That's like, almost laughable. Dragons NEVER use their tails to hunt, they rely on deep, inherent predatory skills, stealth, and of course, raw, brute force to engage and overpower their prey. EVERYONE knows tails are only ever used in the defensive shielding of blows (mostly from enemies' claws) and in the incubation of eggs, but NEVER in an offensive manner. The very thought of a dragon using its tail to stab some other animal would be like Sinbad winning an academy award. Re-diculous.

2. Or when Northern European dragons are portrayed with a reddish-scale tone. Unbelievable. EVERYONE knows that they have a grayish-white colouration so as to camouflage themselves particularly in high altitude alpine regions.

Dragons don't look like this you idiot.

3. And then you see RIDICULOUS renditions of dragons in like Harry Potter and Twilight and stupid bothersome movies like that and I'm just like "When are people going to grow up?" Dragons deserve so much more credit than that. Can Rob Pattinson tell you ANYTHING about dragons?
4. No. He's an idiot.

Look, I don't want to come off like a jerk, I just want people to be informed about dragon nature. I wasn't president of the Penn State Altoona Dragon Enthusiasts Society (Est. 1999) for no reason. Listen, I could go on and on and on, but I better just stop now before I get too frustrated with people's ignorance for dragon culture. (*sigh*)