There have been many things I've been doing lately. A brief summation:

- Gleefully blowing up filthy Amarr zealots in my tricked out Tengu

- Killing raiders and tripping balls in an abandoned hallucinogenic vault

- Saving the earth from alien invasion with a team of specops motherf#%$ers

- Getting all my prep done to metaphorically rock out at Bronycon

- Getting all my prep done to literally rock out at the Symphony of the Goddesses

The attentive reader may notice, or indeed have pieced together due to a lack of notices, that writing isn't really on that list. And, indeed, little has been done. My total for the year has yet to breach 20,000 words, and it's mostly been due to a lethargic apathy that may or may not have been inspired by the end of Season 3 and the announcement of Equestria Girls (most likely not, but they also certainly haven't helped spark me back  in).

Today, however, I am doing this:

I've some toasts to make.

The first, and foremost, is to you, mankind; for all of your ability to dream the most beautiful dreams, and perpetrate the most heinous acts upon your fellows, and everything in between. We're working on you.

The second is to ponies, for it reminded me of the former aspect of mankind when I was all too familiar with the latter.

The third is to Harmony, which as it turns out isn't such a kids' show idea once you think about it.

The fourth is to Celestia, because best princess, best Eternal, and the mare has it goin' on. (Also I may have a weakness for sun goddesses.)

The fifth is to you, fimfiction, and indeed the greater fandom, but it's you who I know best. You fellow authors, and you patient readers, heroes and warriors all. I write half as much for you as I would like, and accordingly you get to like me about half as well as I deserve. (That's how that goes, right?)

And finally, my last toast, assuming I'm still upright after that much scotch, shall be to Equestria Girls. For you were born under a dark sign, bred and raised to nefarious ends, and we know that to not be your fault. And so I toast you: that you may become unexpectedly awesome, or find a warrior's death in the attempt.

Oh, and I suppose I can mention that I wrote something last night. It's aloof, and meandering, and worldbuildy, and I like it so there.

Cheers, Aye.