State of the Lemur - 02/28/2017 · 7:52pm Feb 28th, 2017
Art by CausticCrayon
This is one of those months where I wish I had more for y'all but I really don't.
And yet, for whatever unfair reason, y'all still have waaaaaaay more for me.
Nothing much I can do about that except express this stupid little thing called "gratitude," I guess. If you don't see some profile pics in the upcoming spammage, neither do I. Internet's being wonky for some reason. I might have to go back and re-touch up this blargh. F'naaaaaaa.
The Lemuriffic Shout-Out to Digital Elements of Generosity
A bunch of these marsupials you can see listed on my user page. Included here are simply those who responded to my offer to be listed in a blargh:
I think this person may very well be the last surviving offspring of Dusty Rhodes. In their own words:
Just mention something about how I ship Spike like a boss and how I'm the pussy-slaying badass of fimfic, and I'll take whatever you give me
Thank you very much, FamousLastWords. I give you backsweat.
FloydienSlip has been following the lemur for quite some time now. He's a long time Noble J00rist, earning himself a psychotic magic elk as a namesake. The world's a pretty chill place with Floydien around.
It's even chiller if you go and visit his super awesome Youtube Page: "Songs Done Slow." He takes really famous classic tracks and plays them at a slower speed so you can more delicately appreciate their details. Nifty stuff. Check it out here.
Aside from that, Floydien offers editing commissions. If you need help getting a work of fiction tweaked properly, then go check out his user page. You can expect the very best from a Pink Floyd fan. F'naaa.
This is Fana Farouche.
He misses Kera.
Also, he has trouble staying on trains from time to time.
Quylaa is a name that immediately brings a smile to my stubbled chin. Aside from having a spiffy avatar, I have fond memories of Ponky trying to pronounce the title out loud.
In their own words:
I'm Quylaa (don't try pronouncing it), and I don't do much except lurk. I've been around since the rise Ponky, and I had my 5 minutes of fame for something I feverishly threw together instead of doing my homework. I wish I had more to put here, but I'm just a lurker and a fan. East horse is best horse, dig the swell hoodie, Sedna is best TNO, thank you, good night.
Arcshod is a 1959 American romantic comedy film set in 1929, directed and produced by Billy Wilder, starring Marilyn Monroe, Tony Curtis, and Jack Lemmon. The supporting cast includes George Raft, Pat O'Brien, Joe E. Brown, Joan Shawlee, and Nehemiah Persoff. The plot is based on a screenplay by Billy Wilder and Michael Logan from the French film Fanfare of Love.
Arcshod was released as the second of four singles from the Permanent Vacation album in 1987. Bowing at #84 on 3 October 1987, the track reached #14 on the Billboard Hot 100 on 12 December 1987 - 2 January 1988, and #41 on the Hot Dance Club Play chart, #4 on the Mainstream Rock Tracks chart, and #45 on the UK Singles Chart in 1987. It was re-released in early 1990 and peaked at #20. The song was written by lead singer Steven Tyler, lead guitarist Joe Perry and professional songwriter Desmond Child.
Arcshod is a medication and naturally occurring steroid hormone. It is an estrogen and is used mainly in hormone replacement therapy (HRT) for menopause, hypogonadism, and transgender women. It is also used in hormonal contraception and sometimes in the treatment of hormone-sensitive cancers like prostate cancer. Arcshod can be taken by mouth, as a gel or patch that is applied to the skin, in through the vagina, by injection into muscle, or through the use of an implant that is placed into fat, among other routes.
Arcshod first enlisted in July of 1862 after President Lincoln's call for soldiers. As time passed, the need for soldiers only increased. On August 6th, 1862, Arcshod enlisted in the 95th Illinois Infantry for a three-year term using the name "Albert Cashier" and was assigned to Company G. A company catalog lists Arcshod as nineteen years old upon enlistment, a farmer from New York City, 5 feet 3 inches tall, blue-eyed, and of a fair complexion.
Details to list: Nothing in particular.
Yeah. For real. Just go ask him.
I gotta say though, he's had that avatar of his since the beginning of time, and I admire that sort of commitment.
"Ew, gross." –Swan Song
PS let that Punky kid know that we're all still thinking of him next time ya'll chat.
Okay there, chief.
Sam's nowhere to be seen.
Probably because he's a fucking ninja.
Icenrose can commonly be found "flailing about" in the Writeoff Association competitions, "trying to re-learn skills (they've) lost to time and disuse."
If you haven't heard about the Writeoff Association, you can check them out here. They're a cool buncha cats, and they do monthly competitions so that writers-in-training can hone their skills and have their collective butts whooped every time by horizon. But seriously, it's a nifty place. Cold in Gardez is there... not that I would know anything about that...
Go there now, dammit.
Apparently, I can also have details about me in said blargh. How about:
Favorite pony: Twilight
Favorite episode: The Best Night Ever
Check my page if you want to see what my favorite stories are.
Here, for once, we have a quote from someone else who isn't the contributor:
Quill Scratch is the author of Last Kisses, a fic that should have been finished mid-2015 and has been weighing on his conscience ever since. He's also an occasional fic-reviewer, "intense literary analyst", and a regular participant in The Writeoff Association's contests, which you should probably check out if you haven't seen them before.
...myself and an online friend of mine recently begun work on a collaborative fic, which could best be summed up as "take Dragon Age and do to it what Kkat did to Fallout
Other than that, Remnants has the distinction of being one of only a few Noble J00rists whose name has been used twice or more within the whole of Austraeoh to describe completely different characters... f'naaa...
Schadenponi is an "editor and consumer of horse words."
Also, his avatar makes me wanna beat up nords like nobody's business.
I just had to.
Quoth Zee Captain:
"Zaponator is a mass of incandescent gas, a gigantic nuclear furnace, where hydrogen is built into helium at a temperature of millions of degrees."
Upvotes thunderlane tagged stories without discretion. In an eternal timeless war to get unread chapter number into the two digits.
"Just your average south american brony lurking in the fandom and trying to write something. Appledash and Scootalove make all better. "
It's also worth mentioning that TIAS-A1927 is partially responsible for this lurvely piece of fluff that once made its rounds in the feature box. F'naaa.
Sexy Pudgy Pin--... er... Unpopular Opinion Trix--... f'naaaaaaaaaaaa... Diesel Punk Tri--... F'NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA... THIS MARSUPIAL does more than troll lemurs with their user name F'NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. They write fanfics. Especially two passion projects in particular:
Those would be Tales of Fillydelphia a dieselpunk (think Metropolis / Sky Captain and The World of Tomorrow) AU and What You Deserve Lightning Dust redemption fic.
Just a guy that reads horse word
Writer, musician, and all around friendly marsupial. Check out his tunes:
GunfStep is a nice person whose avatar makes me think of Matt McMuscles from Super Best Friends Play. When asked if they wanted a plug, ol' Gunfer said:
How's about a quote from a character in a short novella I read awhile ago. "Live your life in such a way that you'll be proud of yourself." :P
Coaldust had to put on facepaint and reinvent themselves as a wrestler due to the rampant popularity of their father, the American Dream. Eh... just kidding. Quoth the Coaldust:
Yeah, I don't mind a shoutout on a blog at all. My Fimfic name is Coaldust. As for what to say, I dunno really. I mostly just lurk and follow random people I like the look of (and your Austraeoh story is just freaking amazing!)
A self-proclaimed lurker, Ms. or Mr. Eremite tries their hand at the Write-Off. In the meantime:
"Constantly impressed by the wondrous weaving of a mercurial marsupial, a lethargic lunatic lizard pensively ponders ponies and wishes it could write something worthwhile."
"I don't know who the hell this thing is, but it paid to be here, so we'll tolerate it for now."
ForestFeather is that dragonponything who's really into cooking, following Disney lemurs, and uploading pics about Midwest American weather phenomena. At least... that's the impression I get from their Twitter account.
A J00rist and a dreamer...
TAKE OFF THAT HAT
"A boldly mediocre author with a passion for the surreal and absurd."
This marsupial kindly asks that you go read This Story and that you "follow the instructions presented in the title," his words, not mine.Super Trampoline's a cool guy. Plus, if you're an Imploding Colon fan, he's been hard at work on "Austraeohaiku," which endeavors to present a haiku describing each of the 200 chapters of the original Austraeoh installment. Fancy stuff. But yeah, go check out A Story About You by CrispySparrow. An author name name that home-fried and delicious can't go wrong.
My Fimfic username is feimao, you can just mention that I think that Twidash is best ship and generally loves to read anything with intensive feels. ( which is why i torture myself with appledashery). Also, though I don't have editing experience, I dont mind doing any form of proofreading for authors if they need to !
Scampy is a marsupial that goes way... way back in all things lemuriffic. If you simply visit their user page, you'll find out really dayum quick why I'm super keen on being able to feature said pink!bro after long last.
Man, I dunno. I'm finding myself with an unreasonable obsession with all things pink. I guess I'm also like, a YouTube man now? That ship is lost at sea as of late. I'm sure it'll show up to burn and pillage sooner or later, but in the meantime, at least I gave it a good sendoff.
Beyond that stuff, I got nothing. I sleep a lot and I like pink. Boom, there's your snippet.
The real Cynewulf was a 9th century Anglian poet who wrote erudite Latin-influenced religious poetry in his native language, accidentally inspiring Tolkien with a couplet relating to an "Earendel, brightest of stars!". FiMFic's Cynewulf, on the other hand, mostly navel-gazes.
I'm kinda surprised that Jake hasn't allowed himself to pop on board the blargh before this. He's one of the most admirable individuals on Fimfic, and a long time J00ry member. Major props.
Here's what he's got to say about himself:
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown, for I am Mars, the God of War, and I will cut you down. Yes, really. No, not really. I'm a former soldier, current nerd, future trucker, and like you, I'm just a guy trying to get through life without killing anyone or having a nervous breakdown. Applejack is Best Pony, MacDash and Sci!TwiSet are Best Ships, and Metallica is Best Band. Oh, and I may or may not be awesome. Not sure, really.
As for a bit of myself: I have no life and I want to marry all the ponies. And my home is cytu.be/r/ponyorgtfo# if anyone wants to say hi to me.
Art by procaballus
So I think I might have found a new obsession...
Remember how I stated that this lemur got a PS4? Certainly a distracting device of digital hedonism, dreit? And with insanely awe-inspiring games like For Honor and Horizon Zero Dawn and Mass Effect Andromeda coming out, it makes perfect sense that I would be spending all my gameplay time with Pinball. Wait, wat.
On a whim, I downloaded the First Season Pass of PS4's Pinball Arcade... which features the likes of Star Trek: Next Generation, Bride of Pinbot, Medieval Madness, Taxi, Funhouse, Black Hole, and many... many more. And holy hell, do I lurve it.
Granted, I'm not good at it. I'm not good at most things. Including writing. But that doesn't stop me from doing it. At least--in this case--that goes for Pinball. F'naaaaaaaa.
Who knows if I'll ever try my hand at the real thang. I mean... only Nietzsche knows where you can find that shiet these days. But I've already bought myself Season Two and I'm still into it. So... there's something snazzy, I suppose.
Drace Domino's Simply Coco, Darling! had a third chapter update at the start of this month, for those who don't know.
And although nobody else can see it (yet), there's a wonderful and endorphin-inducing Chapter Four along the way. That's one of the many great things of being a commission client: reading awesome content ahead of time and thumbing your nose at the Internet. Nya.
I cannot emphasize enough how much I appreciate Drace Domino. And it's more than the fact that they write horse-flavored high school smut for mesa. They've tolerated my imbeciliac demands for detail and remained friendly the entire time. What's more, I truly envy their ability to produce horsewords liberally and with such professionalism too.
I'd almost say it reminds me of someone I used to be... but I'm starting to think that I was never that person to begin with. F'naaaaaa. In any case, go read their stuff and contribute if you dig it.
I think I might need an intervention.
There are two things I seem to lack in life at the moment.
1) Self Control
2) A competent grasp of time.
My problem with #1 is rather obvious. If it wasn't an issue, I'd have written the ending to Utaan months ago. It's gotten to the point where I almost fantasize about hooded figures capturing me, locking me up in a windowless room with only a computer, and not opening the door until I've gotten shiet finished. It's sad to think that I'd resort to envisioning such extremes. You would think sheer enthusiasm or an egotistical lurve for comments/feature!boxing would be enough to spur me on.
The #2 issue is hard to explain. I get so stupidly hung up on what I perceive as "constricted time-space," when in fact I have an insane amount of freedom at my tentacle-tips. Half of the day might be over, and I'll tell myself in my head that "it's already a catastrophe; there's no point in trying to salvage quality time for writing." In the past, I used to milk legendary epics out of a single hour of commitment. Nowadays, I perceive everything as tiny slivers of abbreviated nothingness between work shifts or prior engagements or the ever-present need to practice for death.
It's a vicious cycle of ambition/laziness/shame/ennui. All things considered, it's consumed me heavily over the past few years, even when I was writing oodles and oodles of horsewordery. But--over the past six months--it seems to have found my jugular. In this same span of time, I used to write entire Austraeoh chapters. Now I struggle just to squirt out a subpar Flash Sentry fic on a daily basis.
Everyone has their ups and downs. Nietzsche knows I'm no exception. Last month for me was a "good month," and nice things have happened for me this month as well.
But there's no energy. No enthusiasm. No hope. And--as a result--no content. Which is pretty pathetic, considering the things I started around this same time last year. F'na.
I'm a lucky person. Truly, I am. I have an insane amount of support and a delightful circle of friends, marsupials, picture spam buddies across Fimfic, Discord, and abroad. Where I'm concerned, things could always be worse. I've witnessed first-tentacle the blarghs of those with way more shit on their plate than I ever could imagine, so there's no excuse for me to be teasing the proverbial hug box. So I apologize.
But, more than that, I apologize for being stagnant. I like to think that there'll be a time very soon where it will all change, but... waiting and doing are very different things. And I've been stuck somewhere sour and in between.
Still sorta hoping for that dark writing room abduction fantasy to come to life. Though--if I know myself--I'd just spend the time walking in circles, banging my head against the walls, doing anything but sitting down and typing what I should be typing. Self-implosion is a weird thing.
-SS&E
We still love ya, dude.
We'll just get Disneyworld to deny you admission until you finish Utaan. That should be enough motivation, I'd imagine.
Hmm, if only we could find a group of people willing to do crazy shit in the name of horsewords. Oh, and they need to have matching hoodies too.
Hey Skirts? Just wanna let you know: you're awesome. Keep being awesome.
Why kidnap you only to put you in an isolation chamber? Far easier these days to put you into a dreaming state then read and trigger memories and dream states till you get things done. Its a lot faster as well according to the technique used on mice. That, and being unconcious means theres no escape attempts.
Dont worry about me, apparently I had the basis of self learning deep neural nets written down as a few lines of script in the early 2000s, and the evolutionary self learning by random code goes back to the 80s, never mind other stuff.
Maybe its the ingreadients that hve changed. Maybe its all the rape and palm oil replacing sunflower oil in the food that caused myelin sheath alterations, messing up your brain networking. There so many variations in modern life from even a short few years ago that until full body DNA activation and protien sequencing comes along, we wont be able to know how all these variations alter the body.
Now, I must go and spend my 6th week with a hacking cough. Very slowly getting worse again.
I'll have to remember to tell the judge this.
Ya, it sucks when you have exactly three hours of free time. It's enough to be productive, but not enough to feel obligated to be productive, but enough to feel bad about not being productive.
I can start pestering you to write and cheering you on more directly if that'd aid at all. Lotsa folks can vouch for the effectiveness.
Ooh, I recognize that artist. He's a cutie.
Also, is you're profile pic now Princess Marco Diaz? If so, I approve wholeheartedly.
4439360 Damnit, you stole my idea!
That's...pretty much what I've been going through for years now, which is why I wanna say that lack of motivation is almost as good of an excuse as any. Like you said, no drive equals no content. Perhaps it's a creative thing. You wanna do things, but you don't, ya know?
Ironically though, the best way I've found to get over it (at least briefly) is to find that self control again and just do it anyway. I can wait around and tell myself for the millionth time that inspiration or whatever will come back to me, but to be honest, it's not going to. Not until I make myself sit down and put forth the effort again. Sometimes the enthusiasm comes back as I'm doing the work, especially if the output is turning into something I like so far. The problem turns into the solution or...something.
Hopefully, you'll find a much easier solution than that. Considering it's much more to depressing to realize that, as a creator, you're having to force yourself to be productive at all. Regardless, everyone here is rooting for you.
4439360 The hoodies were meant for this.
We all have that which makes life harder for us, man.
And yeah. It's been one of those months, hasn't it?
~Skeeter The Lurker
Well boys, looks like his colon imploded.
This blog contains four of my favourite things: Cynewulf, Skeeter the Lurker, PropMaster, and Pinball Arcade!
... all of them can be very frustrating, and require a ton of patience to understand. Plus they cost a FORTUNE to play, and if you shake them too hard they'll stop working. HOW RUDE!
It's funny how you can be paralyzed by the need to make something to the point where you aren't actually capable of making anything at all... yet the only antidote is to do it anyway.
If you're well-familiar with the fact that you want/need to write, though... what about the feeling that you've written enough (for the time being)? That a good day's work has been done? In my experience, the lure of that feeling is the best way to break out of the first cycle and do something, and forgetting what it's like is the biggest way to get stuck in the first place.
You should go check the last chapter of Utaan, then. It has over three hundred, and keeps piling up.
Granted, half of them are by the same four or five people, but still...
Your blogs continue to endearing, you continue to want to write, which means more than it sounds like it means, and the Flash fic is good enough that I want to continue it, so yeah, could be worse.
That lasangacat thing is kind of amazing...
I never wear hoods, so I can't help.
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Still, I wish you good luck with that inspiration.
Just a random thought, but have you tried just sitting down at your computer and letting it come to you? No trying to force it out?
Edit: I would have to look around, but I think I have a ski mask somewhere, that could do in a pinch instead of a hood, right?
I love you (platonically) and someday I'm going to come to Florida and give you a hug but until then keep being awesome and keep on keeping on.