Happy New Year! For my first post of 2021, I've got something special: the music that inspired (or was referenced by) The Iron Horse: Everything's Better With Robots! Check below the break for over two hours of auditory, robot-friendly bliss!
Last week's installment of "My Little Parappa: I Gotta Believe!" is wrapped up. Enjoy.
That’s right, it’s December, and I’ve managed to get one of these out two months in a row, which is, like, totally a record.
Also, fair warning, some of the pony pictures might not be topical; that’s because I’ve got several tabs open with ones I was gonna use for a story or blog art for said story but at the rate things are going, I’ll’ve replaced my computer before that particular story sees the light of day.
Audio version of this blog, by Imrix. This is Part Two of a series. Part One can be read here.
This happened.
This is an actual conversation that happened. Slightly edited and streamlined to be easier to read, but accurate nonetheless. I am legitimately this fucking dumb. But, shit, might as well be me who tells the story.
Aragón: and then my pharmacist asked my sister if I'm always “like this”
Aragón: which I honestly took as a compliment?
Aragón: but I guess I technically can’t go back to that place anymore
The hiatus is finally over! It's been a long few months, and I'm quite happy for my weekly fix of pony being back.
So, then, with all of the conventions and events around, we get this episode. A rather fun kind of episode. Is there something to this episode that warrants analysis? Let's see. Unto the thoughts! (Few as they may be, as I'm not at home right now.)
Day One!
Alarm went off at 6:45. Hadn’t slept badly, and felt pretty ok. Excited for the con! No more sensation of still being on a plane, either, which was nice. No one else up yet. Had a shave and didn’t cut myself – great success. Not that I often cut myself shaving, but sod’s law says that when that does happen, it’s on an important day. So an important day where my face survives the morning intact is off to a good start.
...First you both go out your way
And the vibe is feeling strong
And what's small turn to a friendship
A friendship turn to a bond
And that bond will never be broken
The love will never get lost (and the love will never get lost)
And when brotherhood come first
Then the line will never be crossed
Established it on our own
When that line had to be drawn
And that line is what we reach
So remember me when I'm gone (remember me when I'm gone)
It was my birthday this past Wednesday -- woo I'm 23 give me stuff woo -- but I had no ways to come in here and post anything.
There was a guy supposed to come to my house and install a router on Monday, true. But, the dude came in, looked around, said "Hahah wow I have no idea how to deal with this," and immediately left.
So no Internet till today, and no birthday blog. Instead, have a birthday story.
Quick thoughts. I didn't really like the episode. Guess you could say that like cheese quesadilla joke, this episode was executed pourly.
Also Twilight may hate cheese sandwich.
So this is just a silly little thing, half-meditation, half-political theory about Equestria. I'm sure nobody but me will find this interesting, but... yeah. :P
The human had long since accommodated themselves in Equestria. They'd met the mane 6, gone on an adventure, traveled the world, all that jazz. Now, they found themselves in Canterlot, face to face with the Princess of the Sun herself, with a single question on their mind.
"How?"
So back in 1925, they weren't called 'blogs'. They were called 'essays'.
I’ve been reading essays lately.
I know my audience, believe it or not—I am aware that some of you sneak into my room in the wee hours of night to caress my sleeping angel face and read my diary. For the sake of everybody else in the house, though, I want to explain something: there are two Latin American authors I really, really like.
and my dad said he's worried if I get short hair I might be perceived as representing the "worldly side" in the "battle of gender" being waged between Christians and "the evils of the world"
And he said that "knowing (my) previous track record" he could see how I would want to get short hair to conform with the changes of society and be anti-God
Fuck it. Here’s a thesis in two parts that literally nobody will like, ‘cause y’all fucking cowards.
So today I wore my Twilight Sparkle cosplay to school, and i promised pics, so here you are!
this morning (i was in the car. it was dark)
after school
mah puppy
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