To Twilight Sparkle and Princess Celestia, it is a simple surprise visit to Canterlot. To the ponies of the Equestrian Civil Service, it is twenty-four hours of chaos, politics, weaponized dessert, politics, underhooved manipulation of media, politics, and things batrachian and tentacular. Who said bureaucracy isn't exciting?
5w, 6dIt's official—I'm old70 comments · 470 views
Hello my readers marvelous and munificent!
My birthday—which is today, alas—has sneaked up on me and now—to my shock, horror, and consternation—I am officially Old. I no longer know what the kids (who I would certainly want off my lawn, if I had one) are into these days, and when I try to explain things to them—my day job is teaching—I use confusing old man analogies.
Pity me, o Fimfiction, for I am in my twilight years!
Sorry. I just felt like writing an overwrought birthday lament. I like a bit of contrast, me. Though my students do in fact consider me only marginally younger than the Sun. They have that curious zoomed-in view of age that undergrads seem to have where everyone over twenty-five or so is impossibly ancient and of roughly the same (impossibly vast) age.
I was going to write you guys a little story as a present but work interfered. Still, it's high on the priority list and it'll be around as a chapter in OD sooner or later. Well unless my pre-readers go green and throw up when I show it to them. Which is a possibility.
 For the purposes of this blog post, 'old' is twenty-eight years.
 Okay, okay, I never did, granted, but still... Besides, the concept of 'Whatsapp' had to be explained to me recently and when I described it as 'So, basically Skype? Or Viber?" I got a 'You don't get it old man.' look. First of, I'm sure, many.
 Apparently this generation's CS students are young enough that they don't remember what an AGP slot was. And they also appear not to play video games. At all. What use they put their computers to is a bit of a mystery, because it certainly isn't programming, either.
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Hello my readers lovely and likeable.
Well, you know how the wonderful and talented Bookplayer has set up a system by which you can chip in a few bucks to support her (and her lovely Trixie) while she regales you with marvelous blogposts? And if you chip in a certain larger amount you can pick what she writes about?
It's not what you are thinking. There's no Ghost Patreon or a tipjar. My purpose is slightly different.
Here's the deal: Henceforth, whenever someone gets the right to pick a blog post subject for Bookplayer, they also get to pick a blog post subject for me using the same method—sending a PM to Bookplayer who'll then inform me. The posts will be published at the very least on a biweekly basis, or quicker if my schedule permits it. I can't offer any guarantees as to length, but I'm a verbose bastard, so there shouldn't be any trouble.
As for subject matter, I ask only that your requests respect the boundaries of reasonable good taste and avoid profoundly controversial topics. I reserve the right to reject a request and renegotiate something that's acceptable to the both of us. That all said, I don't expect there will be any trouble whatsoever. You are, after all, my readers and as such have the most refined of tastes.
As to why I'm doing this, well, it's because Bookplayer's awesome, Trixie is the most adorable baby in all of existence, and my impecunious nature prevents me from supporting them directly. Short money, I'm trying to make good the lack with words.
 Well. I am GhostOfHeraclitus, so it would be more of an urn, surely, which you would be expected to fill with spectral obols.
 It can be the same subject or a different one.
 I can offer a guarantee of quality, though: I'll be writing it, so there won't be any. Guaranteed.
 Verbose Bastard could actually be a pony name, I just realized. I mean, if 'Filthy Rich' is allowed...
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Hello my readers caring and kind!
I'm not dead. Honest.
I have been unspeakably busy with work for a long long time and (sadly) I'll probably continue to be so for the foreseeable future. To make matters worse I've been having a bit of a... rough patch, let's say in my personal life. It's not been a fun few months.
However, I promise I'll try to post more things here. There may even be a (short) story sooner or later. I just need to get on top of things.
 In fact there may be an announcement-sort-of-thing regarding that quite soon.
17w, 4dSignal boost: The Rose15 comments · 355 views
Hello my readers jocular and jolly!
Quick note: Bradel wrote a new story—no, he isn't dead, he was just... um... pining for the fjords—called The Rose which I think you may want to look at. I'll take the gross liberty of quoting my own comment on the story:
Normally I stay away from those tags like they are made of bees and on fire. And the fire is also made of bees. But it is Bradel.
Now, what I'm about to say will spoil the story, so unless you've read it go away and read it. It's worth your time. No. Really. Go away.
So, if you feel up for a bit of [sad] and [tragedy]—and mind, this is absolutely not a sadfic—you can hardly do better than Bradel's latest.
20w, 4dA very happy holiday!36 comments · 346 views
Hello my readers incredible and interesting!
I wish all of my dear American friends a very happy holiday: may your barbecue be delicious, your fingers unexploded, and your country independent, with justice and liberty for all. Cheers!
For my equally-dear non-American friends I can offer earnest felicitations on the occasion of a lovely summer's day/winter's day/day-in-general, as well as a shout out to any Filipino readers whose Republic Day this happens to be. Not sure if it is a big deal, but no reason the Americans should get to have all the holiday cheer, now is it?
 My attention was drawn in the comments to an entire hemisphere I seem to have missed.