Something Like Twenty-Four Months · 3:49am Jan 1st, 2015
So, I gotta tell ya marsupials something.
I haven't been writing exclusively to just you melon fucks over these past twenty-four months. I've spent a considerable amount of that time in Sedna, hunched over a word processor, exchanging mountains and mountains of words with a certain purveyor of pomp, ponimusic, and proselytizing. I speak of someone whom I've shared more words with than most other fellow lemurs in neckbeardland.
See? He's still struggling with the “chinbeard” stage.
I'm not joking when I say that, at the start of 2013, I was a considerably different person than I was just a few measly months before. I had Background Pony behind me, which was nice. I had made friends with the fine feathers over at SATGF, which was heavenly. But there was something about 2012... something about what the fandom brought me, aside from comments and hits and attention and fanart.
I made friends that year. I made many friends. Even irl, in the work place, I felt for once like I was surrounded with companions when beforehand everything in my life had a far duller, darker, mellower shade to it. And it's not like I'm complaining. I was born with asshole blood in my arteries, so I lean naturally towards being a loner. But something blossomed in 2012 that changed me, that showed me that it wasn't a stupid or hollow thing to... y'know... wanna socialize for once in an epoch between great extinction events.
In early 2013, that something left my circles as soon as it entered. But it didn't leave my life. For I had promised it—promised my best friend—that I would write to him constantly, despite the fact that he'd be on the other side of the world and an entire ocean (and philosophy) away from Fimfic for twenty-four months. The “Oath of Enthusiasm,” I think is what someone called it. And though I'll naturally feel like I didn't write him as much as I could have, it was still enough to fill up a notebook that said best friend felt enthusiastic enough to keep.
But I'm not writing this blargh in order to show off the sort of stuff I sent Ponky. I wanted, if possible to show off the magical shiet he sent me.
While I belched out tons and tons and tons of Skirtsian long-winded prose in a lazy word processor, Ky sent everything to me hand-written. As in he sat his bony Mormon fanny down on a speeding bullet somewhere and still managed to squeeze out dozens if not hundreds of pages of poetic dialogue at the speed of hand-cramps. Why? Because he only had access to a computer once a week, and that was just to send messages to friends and church members. All the rest of his waking time was dedicated to, y'know, Jesus stuff. Which means he could only literally write to an apostate lemur such as myself whenever it cut into precious biological processes, such as waking up, falling asleep, shivering to death from a fever, or wasting minutes away on a train between zones.
And yet he still managed to throw in art, creativity, whimsy, and all the other stuff that can only be dredged from the harbors of a charismatic soul.
I've never really experienced something like this before, where I communicated regularly with someone over snail mail from a grand distance. Being able to chat with someone daily like Props or the J00ry or the Zebra is one thing. But with Ponky and I over the past two years, we've had to relegate our dialogue to either these insanely epic missives to one another, or chance “Marco Polo” sessions in e-mail tag for 1.5 hour spurts every Wednesday morning. That usually amounted to me writing him a long, glorious e-mail, complete with a pic collage of the stuff that my side of the veil had gone through that week, and then—if I was lucky—I'd get the chime from my phone that he had replied over in Bootland where it was six hours ahead. I'd roll over, blink blearily at the phone at night, read a bro-fist in textual form, smile like a drunken idiot, then go back to bed before work in two and a half hours.
But these snail-mail missives have been enthralling, to say the least. I say this because the one you know as Ponky is such a remarkable individual. Forget what you know or what you think you know. The whole “Ponky-is-a-stalker-fan-of-Skirts” schtick was funny years ago, eons ago, in a pre-mortal life, so to speak. Alas, I feel honored to have been graced with this melon fucker's inner thoughts in scribbled-out form, because I truly and legitimately believe that someday he will be a famous person and it's like I've had my fingertips at the mind-leaves of tomorrow's front page genius. I have two folder stuffed full of emotion, vigor, and pent-up art, and I feel unworthy.
Someday... someday real, real soon, he will be back. It won't be tomorrow, but it might as well be. Because these past two years I feel as though I have been living in “tomorrow.” Even as early as late 2013, I'd find myself dating things with “2015” by accident. It's just because, as much as I've supported Ponky's endeavors and believe whole-heartedly that his sacrifice will do a great deal to mature and improve him, I can't help but miss the stinkin' fuzzhead, and I want him back in the Fimfic scene more than anything. Okay, that's a lie. I just want him back. But we've both mutually anticipated what his return could possibly mean, even if he claims to not put his hopes up.
Face it. Times have changed. This web page... this Internet... this world is not the same that Ponky left when he was set apart in early, early 2013. But my respect for him has only increased, as has my faith in his ambition, be it creative or spiritual or social or all of the above. I guess that's what you do with best friends; you believe in them more and more with each passing day. And if Ponky should choose to make this place yet again a home for his digiheart, I have full confidence that it will light up the darkest recesses of this hovel and bring cheer where most marsupials (and Wonderfolk) have forgotten largely about it.
And, Nietzsche knows, it will feel as if I've returned too. Because, in so many ways, though I hadn't two years to sacrifice or a bible to thump, I feel as though I've not really been here. But, rather, I've been holding the door open all this time with my face to the wind. But, sometime very, very soon, both sets of feet will be on the ground.
And I very much doubt this place will ever know what hit it.
No. That's not his return date. That's something else. Something that I hope makes him proud, while at the same time entertaining everyone with eyeballs and brains attached to them. Let's just say it's an epic in the making... but it's not my epic.
I hope you all have a wonderful New Year's. Be ambitious, be kaizo, and Dash Apples. And remember, though Internet fandoms can bring us a lot of garbage, it can also once-in-a-blue-moon bring us something life changing as well. Not to mention fuzzheaded.
-SS&E
D'awww, that was so nice.
Also, I'll spend the week preparing for The Beggining.
This is some Sam and Frodo shit right here. I'm literally tearing up. I've never met him, and I miss the guy.
Of this, I have no doubt.
Happy New Year's, Skirts. He'll be back sooner than you know it.
My one regret (okay well one of several) is not getting to know this dude before he left. He sounds like one of the best bros to have from everyone who talked to him.
I didn't know you could do adorable.
who are you and what have you done with SSaEMan, I'm really looking forward to Ponky coming back. It should be great fun.
That said, I am really looking forward to whatever it is you have planned for the 9th.
I wonder if Ponky'll still give two wonderfolk about me when he returns
I remembered to send him a letter, if only just on Christmas
Two long years, and now the wait is over. I remember being so young, yet somehow impressing him enough to give me the time of day.
I've been counting down hours like I promised him.
It's things like this, as well as the countless other positive things I've heard about him, that make me wish I'd gotten the chance to know him back then. And it's things like this that make me detest being such an unsociable critter, then as now. For all my love of the show, I'm a goddamn hypocrite when it comes to its message, and I have no one to blame but myself.
Even so, it'll be wonderful to have Ponky back around these parts. He really seems like a special person, and this fandom can only ever been bettered by his talent, sincerity, and enthusiasm.
This, right here, is true love. And I mean that in the purest way possible. You and Ponky put the "Magic" in "Friendship is Magic"...and I imagine it tastes like Zap Apple Jam. ;)
I look forward to your reunion, and to what you've written. But for now? Happy New Year's! <3
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Like living in an empty room with too much space to do alone with, that the first few ticks of two eternities was enough to warrant such combustive enthusiasm, eh? Waiting for a best friend, waiting to spend more than just a few measely hours together at a distance. This analogy sounds familiar...
"Space is a Waste and Time is a Crime
But I want my hours with you by my side..."
—From Ponky's song 'Space is a Waste'.
Huh. Now that just hit deep. Man, this squirrel can't go one New Years without contemplating existance, emotions or the year's pure awesome that had to end. Godspeed you brilliant asshole, I must say, while I cry a bit here, not even knowing what to do with these feels.
Happy New Years.
2015 promises to be wonderful on so many levels. Happy New Year, Skirts.
Those pics are awesome, and you writing to him consistently, is simply put, inspiring. I knew you were writing to him, but... so much! You guys really are best of friends.
Happy New Year, Skirts!
Happy New Year, Skirts! Really. You're the first person I congratulate after I just did the New Year kiss thing with my wife. Keep on being optimistic, energetic and one of the reasons I still love the FIMfic community after three years of wonderful pony words!
>2012
The year of transformation indeed. Thank you for all the fun I got to have with you then. I'm excited for Ponky's return.
Have a happy new year!
Yours is a great bromance. The only Ponky in my life is The Sisters Doo on my Read it Later shelf (which it, unfortunately, probably won't leave before he returns), but the portrait you paint is of a man I look forward to sharing the site with.
I've been lucky enough to have a fun pen pal correspondence-ship with him these past couple years as well, and I can fully attest to the amazing quality of both his character and his letter writing. I've gone through some dark times since he left, and he was awesome enough to not only lite and give advice but not be judgemental or make it feel like I was a bother (though I felt/feel like it sometimes).
The best story I've ever read isn't Background Pony. It's the little snippets that I've felt radiating off of you two that I, just a random person, yet such a lucky person, get to catch every now and then. The most amazing story I've ever been blessed enough to witness, if only a little.
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... Thanks Grey. For two years now I haven't understood those lines, but I kept singing along to them anyway. Now they make some sense. Might be a while before I really get them, but at least I have something.
... where did Ponky go?
That was very sweet of you, skirts :3
but what actually is his return date? I miss the guy... and can we still write to him or is it too late...? :/
2692401 Italy on a mission trip.:P
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Oh, wow. Good for him.
Two years! Can't believe he's almost back.
Cannot like this enough. This is what I meant when I said you inspire me.
Happy New Year, skirts! Everyone is looking forward to a 2015 mountain of purple prose that makes the Himalayas look cozy by comparison, delivering acid-tripping ideas that will pluck the reader off his happy cloud and deposit him into a dank well of soul-shivering horror and wut.
Among other things, I'm sure!
The work of yours that introduced me to youvwas Life Scoots and Then You Die. You are the only person on FIMfic capable of pulling off shit like that and making it incredibly entertaining instead of dull and dumb.
Keep writing, please. Your work is fantastic.
Pah, why do all the good ones have to have lives?
But seriously, folks, he's coming back. I don't pretend to have known him, but I take Skirt's word with a grain of salt. I'll be keeping an eye on his userpage in the weeks to come. Y'all should too.
To 2015 and Ponky.
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Wow, now I want to read the continuation of "Something Like Feeling" or at least a prologue chapter.
Anyway, for whatever changing in your life, and for whatever the cause, I want to tell you that your stories are one of few factors in my life that changing my life, and for that, I thank you.
And you are the author I most respect. More than anyone that I've been read the book.
Deep inside, I know that you can change the world with your stories. You have change my life, and maybe several other that has been read your fanfiction, with that, I hope you will share a little piece of your life outside the fandom, and fulfill your destiny.
(Sorry if it's sound corny)
I feel that it will be an epic constructed from the very notes you two have been sending one another for this entire spiritual excursion of Ponky's. I need only wait a week or so more.
Ponky and SS&E be like
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Make sure to stream the wedding
Seriously though, you guys are closer than I have been with anyone except my ex... and I was with her for 9 years
Whaddya know! I had doubts I'd be around here after two freakin' years, but the day he left, I at least promised to just see him show his face in this dump again, if I had left it already. I don't think we even talked, but man is he something else. Makes you wonder if you'll make a friend like that in your life...
*my guitar gently weeps*
Jesus, get a room you two. Have you kissed already?
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I second the notion wholeheartedly!
Finish End of Ponies
Okay, just kidding. I nearly teared up reading this, as it's a far cry from your usually nonsensical and amusing blogs. From what I've seen of Ponky (and heard; what a voice!), I can't wait for him to return. It's touching to see that you've grown so close to someone even though they're thousands of miles away.
Really, you guys are true companions.
Sweet jesus, that's gonna be an awesome time.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Happy New Years! I can't believe it's been almost two years...
No matter where he chooses to set down his roots, here or elsewhere, it'll still have been amazing to have him back around.
I knew you were writing him, and Ponky has spoken of your missives in hushed tones of reverence, but DAMN that's a lot of letters. You're a true, true friend, Skirts, and I mean that without any sarcasm.
So, your friend does what 4everfreebrony is doing right now?
I'm eagerly awaiting the day that Ponky returns to Fimfic, and Fimfic more-or-less-collectively goes "PONKY! *tacklehug*". It'd be funny if he gets overwhelemed, yet even funnier if he takes it all in stride.
Hmm. I sent one letter to Ponky. And he returned the letter. Then a year later he sent me another letter just for random super awesome thanking me for being an alive person who wrote him a letter once reasons. I never returned it because the idea of sending a letter overseas was really scary, I would be worried it wouldn't get there or it would get lost and I wouldn't know for a month. Though on some level it's because I'm lazy and letter writing is something I never do. I feel bad about it. I'm totally excited for him to come back though! He may in fact be the best human alive.
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I just got his reply to my letter, and now I'm writing back. Can't wait till he's back.
I think there's more hype for his mission homecoming than there was for David Archuleta's.
2 years of jesus
I wouldn't last 30 mins because deciding offing myself is the best course of action