BronyCon Ducks in a Row! (Also, Tayman is still a thing)

The first point of note on this celebratory blog post: I haven't entirely disappeared into the wastes and forsaken ponywords. That's a topic for (perhaps) a future post, but the summary version is, ever since I tossed up that sob story distress beacon roundabouts a year ago, there's been a lot of internal housekeeping, personality assessment, and general armchair psychology assessment going on. Accolades must be granted to my good friend and cherished mentor Sunchaser, who, on his own accord, is radiant, yet loopier than all the rollercoasters at six flags. Go read his stuff, if you'd kindly.

He and I may also unite with fellow author RazedRainbow in a bombastic triumvirate to grace the hallowed halls of BronyCon come August. (In theory, anyways, but the power of the internets has bestowed us with a priceline flight + hotel bundle, undercutting bronycon rates at $100 a night. A shrewd author in need of lodgings would partake in the savings, methinks?)

So, the table is set for the best weekend ever. Sunny and I will brush shoulders after a year of dutiful contact, I get to drown myself in all things pony pony (and incidentally drain my wallet in the merchant hall), and ideally, we'll be tossing down all matters of Cards Against Humanity in the wee hours.

Baltimore, be hushed in wonder, then?

(Relatedly, toss a note if you'll be partaking in the festivities. Supposedly, an author's dinner is in the works, and I think we can allot a few extra seats to the round table).

Or, you know, if you'd like to join us getting sauced under the table.

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[Sunchaser]

radiant, yet loopier than all the rollercoasters at six flags

Awww, I'm all warm and fuzzy now.

And I'd just like to note for the public record,

a bombastic triumvirate to grace the hallowed halls

And he says he can't write. Fie, I says!