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I'd suppose that anyone curious enough to probe this entry is probably at least somewhat familiar with the meme whose title I've necessarily appropriated for this post. I'm adamantly refusing to copy and paste the text proper into this entry - as I hope to make quite clear soon enough, doing so would be completely antithetical to my own opinion - but the gist of it, for those fortunate few who haven't yet had it foisted into their inbox, is that a true friend is going to perpetuate the meme. The thrust continues on as such: there is a preponderance of starved vampires waiting in the wings of your friend list, steadfastly sequestered off in their own dark sliver of the world until, serendipitously, you (their fresh blood) arrive! And once these leeches of literature, these avaricious administrators of the abattoirs of art, have discerned in you a noble spirit worthy of their sinister attentions, they ready their abominable salvo, and then... God, and then...
Well, s'far as i can tell, then they'd really rather like a bit of feedback and maybe the chance to meet some new folks, but be ever vigilant! Beneath this beguiling guise Joe Everydood and Jane Averagefolk surely lies a beast infernal, ever poised to sap your human dignity and artistic integrity, right into their pitch-black veins!
Ah, but - God is too mercy - there is a ward that the tender soul might erect against these abominations! To snuff out their dastardly deceit, and thus determine who among your ranks could be considered a friend true in heart, you need only forsake the utmost joy of an artist! Post a meme, dispersed happily throughout the blogosphere, and - lo and behold - if you've a friend who is meritoriously a friend, he shall readily postpone any semblance of art, or indeed any insight whatsoever into his own unique and delightful disposition, to copy and paste a paragraph that has been copy-pasted ad infinitum ad nauseam.

Now that's a very fun and very obtuse volley of satire, isn't it? I am much afraid that while I have channeled the passionate indignation which inspired it, I have also unfortunately obscured the thesis. Burdened by such a doubt, I addend a reiteration, one hopefully replete with brevity and clarity of thought: I find the idea that a meme, one which requires absolutely no enthusiasm, incisiveness or input whatsoever on the part of the poster, is the most deplorable and repugnant means of proving that you're a good friend to someone. It's a slap in the face of the ideals of both art and friendship, ideals which ostensibly serve as the bedrock for a site like deviantART.

To wit: art is an extension of, as well as an expression of, the inner self - the spirit, if you're so spiritually inclined; or else the mind and all its own wonders if you traffic in a more terrestrial worldview. A journal doesn't need to be replete with the avant-garde, if you're coming to suspect as much of my accusations. It does not need to be universally compelling. Hell, if your journal's amusing enough, it doesn't even have to furnish a point. But there must be more of you, or whatever homunculus you've cobbled together to oversee your digital domain, present in an entry than the oxymoronic stoic indignation unilaterally evinced by that godforsaken meme. We are here because you are artists, and because I have the pretenses of artistry - and our journals should in some way reflect our relations to our crafts, or at least regale us with tales of fettered passions and those totally awesome times where we set (nouns) on fire and we had to watch (prepositions and nouns) and you should've just seen it, it was incredible. A journal is a window, eloquently opened. Please grant us a looksee at something more than sterile bullshit bucked from victim to victim.

As for proving friendship? More bullshit. Double bullshit. Double dog bullshit - which winds up as bulldog shit, maybe? I don't know where I'm going with that.
I do know that a friendship is expressed through more than a goddamn meme. You test a friend (accidentally and subconsciously, one hopes) in times of crisis and times of need. You test a friend on a rainy day, or when you've just broken up with someone, or your private jet is plummeting into the Bermuda Triangle and you're on the brink of the "I love you, dood" moment. You do not test a friend - fruitfully - when you've got a few minutes to slap a stranger's sentences up, and you certainly don't test a friend on their ability to pull off a slick right-click and then pass the buck. That's just tacky.