Hmm... · 6:17pm May 11th, 2017
Ok, so if you all are wondering - which I'm sure you're not - I do have the Twitter and stuff that I mention on my site bio
Ok, so if you all are wondering - which I'm sure you're not - I do have the Twitter and stuff that I mention on my site bio
If you wanna keep up with what I'm doing you can always follow me on myTwitter
Or you can add me on Discord if you have questions or just want to chill: Winter#6299
When shut out of a university, censored from television, or banned from a forum, people cry out ‘Freedom of Speech!’. The typical retort is that Freedom of Speech is from the First Amendment of the Constitution, and refers solely to restrictions on government action.
This is wrong. Hopelessly, myopically wrong.
So I've seen a lot of people doing blog posts, and it looks like quite the fun time, so I figured, why not join in?
That's what I'm going to do! Blog posts of various interesting things I think of, daily anti-social-anxiety challenges, and the like!
https://bsky.app/profile/thevclaw.bsky.social
HUGE thanks to EdgarFox for the code!
So, I was thinking, what triggers my horrible social and personal anxiety, and while I could be edgy and say "It's people that breath... man..." I feel like a lot of my social anxiety is caused by my innate fear of asking for help or confrontation... I will flat out refuse to talk to cashiers, help staff, or anyone who is there to help out of fear of being laughed at or that the confrontation would be weird. I straight out can't approach people that I have to approach, like the check-in ladies
OK, let me get this out of the way first: I don't consider drag by itself to be funny. Yay, guy in a dress or girl in a suit. Grand Comedy! Why didn't I think of that? I just try hard to be funny. What was I thinking.
Now, if I am such a petty idiot on this theme, why did I love the heck out of this last episode? (And for the record: It was not because of Mac's dashing good looks. At least not entirely)
Well: Here is the spoiler warning and we can get into the main two reasons.
So
So, I navigated to Chatoyance's website and finally ate some of her non-pony works, in book form.
http://www.pasteldefender.com/ishtarmain.html
well, what I can say ... I found those quotes quite important to my line of thinking, was something like this really implemeneted somewhere, were there positive results, how long they lasted?
from ch.1
I'm gonna be doing A LOT with Equestria Amino. I think Amino is an AMAZING APP, and I've had some fun with it. So, I'm gonna post some stuff over there, short stories mostly, stuff that I think will be excessive here. I'll also do polls, and I have an idea about an "interactive live story" or just writing a story live, with comments about it. I'll probably do that with "what the frick?!?" as that's my most popular in-progress story.
From a Reddit user, they said, "Twitter is the world’s digital public restroom. There’s funny stuff written on the walls, but it smells like shit and is bad for your health."
Well, after a hysterically bad AMA with the CEO of Reddit where he doubled down on blatant, libelous lies he has made about a third-party developer, it is now crystal clear that Reddit is not the slightest bit interested in working with third-party apps.
Every single one is shutting down on June 30th, before the API changes take effect in July, so they won't get billed millions of dollars in August.
Dances (not dancing, I have nothing against that, and yes, THERE is a BIG difference).
Children
My Family
Annoying people
Sushi
Small Annoying Children
Whenever people don't listen to me...
Or respond to comments...
Or actually post comments when I keep asking for them...
And finally...
People in general.
(I'm at a a Valentine's Dance right now, suffice it to say it's very lame indeed.)
I unfriended around 140 people in my friends list. I don't want to be affiliated with people who are mutual friends with someone who used to be my best friend but backstabbed me by fatshaming the hell out of me relentlessly, to the point of gossiping his friends about my weight. The fact that this happened before graduating from high school 10 years ago is one of the most hurtful experiences I've ever had. It made me learn to be careful in choosing the right people to be friends with.
Starting this weekend (Thursday) I want to continue working on the 3rd chapter of my first story on the website, I want to apologize for the prolonged silence from me and lack of updates but I've been a mixture of busy planning my trip to Bronycon this year to pay homage to the last convention they will be having as a LONG time fan of the MLP series and work along with somewhat burning myself out by doing too much on my stories than was necessary...
Old stallion: Ah, I've found you at last!
[Big Mac puts down his plow]
Big Mac: Eeey—What?
Old stallion: Yup! I finally found the one stallion who knows how to wear a dress right! So, you up for a little night on the town, my lovely lady?
[Mac stares at him for a moment before putting down his plow and clearing his throat]
Orchard Blossom: Why of course, dear! I'll just go check with my dear cousin Applejack if we've got one of my nicer dresses stashed away somewhere...
This time I'm writing about "Brotherhooves social". I think the episode is super cute. I'm clearly going to have to talk about Mac's need to cross dress. It's weird. For some reason, though, I like the concept. Big Mac went extremely far to make his sister happy, and I think that is really awesome of him. I'm watching the episode as I write this, and I would really like to talk about the beginning. Applebloom makes a big show about everything her sister has done, and Applejack has done a lot,
This week's episode was... different. I normally sit down, watch it, and regurgitate my inner thoughts in a blog post.
Not this week.
I don't actually have anything to say about it. It wasn't good, it wasn't bad, it wasn't boring, it wasn't epic. It was just there. I have nothing to say, so I've decided, just this once, to keep my mouth shut. Sorry.
See you next week with my thoughts on Crusaders of the Lost Mark.