F'naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

A hairy lemur has no place in a theatre surrounded by sugar-filled 80lb STDs, but I'll certainly get this on DVD/Digital when it comes out.

To each their own, of course, but for those of you with an open mind, allow me to illustrate how this can only be a good thing in four short, simple steps:

So yeah.  This only put me in a happier mood than I was before, as is typical with the fandom.  If you call that crazy, then so is a 30 year old man enjoying the hijinks of pastel colored ponies in the first place.

Anyways, there are some big blogs to come.  Then some big stories to come.  Then some even bigger stories.  Then poni poni poni.

Same old, same old.  Would you have it any other way?  F'naa.

365 Consecutive Days of Writing 500 - 1000 Words Per Day

And No End In Sight...

Noble Jury?  Much Love.

-SS&E, friend and photographer of your friendly neighborhood Imploding Colon

I'll start.

It started one morning when Lyra woke up and her hooves weren't the same.  In the blurry haze of sapphiric light wafting in through the blue curtains of her bedroom, she thought she spotted a different shade of color to the fetlocks at the end of her forelimbs.  Even still, she was weary from a full night of expressing the poetic lengths of her ennui to her toilet seat, and she needed to get some air, and maybe some Dr. Pony.

And yet, the soul stones of her heart shattered upon the philosophical quandry of her purple mind muscles.

Shuffling out the front door, her heart skipping upon the cold touch of grassy dew beads glistening against her hooves, Lyra squinted towards the sun-kissed rooftops of Ponyville stretching ever eastward.  There, she swore that she spotted--for the briefest of seconds--two mares perched atop a second story balcony, one orange and the other bearing a prismatic mane.  The ponies exchanged a passionate embrace, before one took wing, her blue feathers taking her skyward in a swift blur.  At a rocketing pace, Rainbow Dash flew heroically towards a foreign object bearing down on the glowing horizon of the Equestrian countryside.  The air was silent, save for the pepper-shot quakes of Applejack's weeping breaths.  Just then, the earth beneath her rumbled.

Lyra turned around with a gasp, biting her lip, her eyes twitching as her hooves fidgeted and she shivered from head to tail with a nervous quivering of her eyes in between every stammer.

(Now y'all's turn.)

(Extra points if you include a pic with it... you know what I mean.)

Edit:  I grabbed the photo from google.  The shadow is not mine.

Well, that went as well as could be expected.

I'm currently reading all of the comments and thoroughly enjoying the extraordinary level of detail most y'all have been gracious enough to give.  I will have a blog made about this sometime after this coming weekend.

In the meantime, lemme juice it up by asking a related question.

What is everyone's least favorite/most hated SS&E fanfic(s)?

Greetings, programs,

I have a question for you:

What are your top five favorite SS&E stories?

I hear ya, Rainbow Dash.  I hear ya loud and clear.