Cheers, Aye · 8:42pm Jun 15th, 2013
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.
Blended malt Scotch, Sunchaser?
Really?
1146376 Really. It's heady stuff, I wot. I'm only through my first finger and I think it may be hitting already.
Woo!
1146405 Zdorovo, tovarisch! I am very being pleased with your video and suchness.
Onto the third toast. Now, let's see how long it actually takes for my typing to fall apart, shall we? And solar heavens forfend if I should write something while sodded entirely off my ass.
--he's a barbarian--
Dotted, be nice!
Blended! Blended!! Do you even know what that means?
Well you generally use a column--
I was being rhetorical!
Unreasonable, more like. Besides, how precisely is he supposed to get Northisle Amber?
My family sells it. At a reason--afford--a price, anyway.
Your family is in Equestia, Dotted.
Well, don't you have that dimensional hole above your desk?
I'm forbidden from importing foodstuffs through it.
Why?
The Parasprite incident of 2012.
Oh. Fine.
You'll be nice?
Under protest.
Right--
Mr. Line and, of course, me would like to say cheers! He's more of a whisky sort of pony, but I'll be toasting your good and continuing health with a drop of quince brandy too.
1146376
Oooh! You are worse than Dotty you are.
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Do it. DO IT.
Seriously. That can only end up in win. I will even be happy to provide you with lovely madprompts.
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Hah! Our approbation seems to have worked! Sunchaser tells me he will be trying single malt in the future!
lol, cfc?
1146452 Be a dear, Ghosty, and advise the charitable Mr. Line that while I, in my inexcusable ignorance, did not know what blended really meant, I do now, and entirely understand his position. I would posit, however, that true barbarism lay in acquiring wisdom and not acting upon it, while I most certainly shall amend my selection process.
Thusly, cheers indeed! Onto the fourth toast, and still upright.
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'Tis a victory for truly good whisky.
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Mr. Line is suitably mollified and has suggested that while the truly superior single malt may be only found on Equestria[1], some Earther varieties are to be recommended. You may enjoy The Macallan.
And if your comment regarding possessing wisdom but not acting upon it being equal to barbarism is a dig at yours truly, I would like to point out, sir, that while I possess the necessary taste to appreciate good whisky I often lack the funds. This state of affairs, of having wisdom, but not acting upon it, then, is not really barbarism, and is more accurately referred to as impecunity[2] or possibly penury.
[1] I suspect a wee bit of personal bias here.
[2] Which is a word, albeit one usually found in some seriously unabridged dictionaries.
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Mind giving us that definition, please? I suspect you have a specific meaning there beyond simply "being poor."
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Actually, no. I was just looking for excuses to bust out 'impecunity' and 'penury.'
>>High-brand blended whiskey
Damn. Thanks for reminding me that I should graduate beyond UV mixed vodka drinks, which is suitably the McDonald's of distilled spirits. Delicious, and fills your belly, though leaves you hating yourself a bit more afterwards.
Also, if you're feeling a little wobbly after pressing the limits of eternal consumption, pray that Celly is still sober enough to make a majestic saving throw:
(This, of course, supposing you're a bad enough dude to make your toasts at the edge of a skyscraper. Or upon the precipice of a golden aerial city).