Haha. I have another test tomorrow even though the term just started...

Random Fact: The Pentium 2 and early Pentium 3 models were based on a cartridge design to allow for external cache chips to be included at a cheaper manufacturing cost. However, later Pentium 3 chips came with cache integrated into the die instead of populating the surrounding board, as manufacturing technology had sufficiently improved to allow sufficient yields.

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The year is almost over and holidays are closing in. Time really flies when you have got something fun to do. As I probably mentioned in my previous blogs, I'm on a break right now and I won't write anything for a while. The break will probably be over somewhere between January and February, but you can never be sure. Don't get me wrong, I have a lot of stories coming up eventually, but right now, I want to concentrate on some other things. Maybe I could even use some of this time to read those

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So I did another reading, and I'm going to try and stay more consistent with uploading. Life likes to get in the way, but I'll still do my best. I love you all

Story link: Screee!!
Link to Fimfic story: All the Bats!

I've been posting silly stuff lately, including the full version of the AI story from the previous blog post. I'm not aching for a feature, but I'm tempted to release some "classic Trixie"-style stories soon.

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Usually, my approach to these kind of updates is very negative, but I tried to retain a positive attitude for once. However, while I browsed the site and checked out the change log, I now have a rather mixed feelings. Like people sometimes say, don’t fix what ain’t broken. First of all, mobile layout is horrible and completely unappealing. All it shows is the comment page. And second, the color blue is overly dominant now. I also miss the color coded tags, along with those adorable pony heads

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I realize that my blog section is severely underutilized. So I somehow decided on making an early Christmas wish/goal for myself.

I do so wish that by December 25th I would have 82 followers.

Yeah, I’m not shooting for 100. That’s way too greedy. And for some reason 82 sounds like a good number. It feels right, anybody know what I mean? Tis’ a manly number.

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Well, when I saw this for the first time, I was like, "WTF?! This is traumatizing!". But when I watched it a few times, I found it quite humorous. This bizarre and politically incorrect form of satire has the art style reminiscent of Ren & Stimpy.

I can definitely see the appeal and the effort made in the mini-series, but it gave me mixed feelings overall. Even though it's a parody, I simply cannot bear the sight of ponies getting hurt, mutilated, and severed.

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Yesterday, I saw this video, and if Equestria ever gets cars, this is pretty much exactly what pony road rage would look like.

And then I thought: what would current Equestrian road rage look like if it was actually rage-y?

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A chance is a dangerous prospect, and something not to be missed. With one blow you cleave a tree trunk, or your ankle. A moments thought can leave a lifetime of worry, or be one step forgotten on the road to success. Each decision melds into one another, each cause and effect blending with it. Until the point, where many experience it as a mere, neutral, grey.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Is the wander down the road of life mandatory? Is it an undeniable urge seeded within the infant before its conception? Is it the common goal of a grand subconscious? Perhaps it is not a choice, perhaps we cannot leave the path. Kept on it by the machinations of an affecting force.
Or perhaps it does not exist until it is viewed. The moment the veil is pulled and we look down, we become able to see the road for what it is.
Until then, let us keep gazing at the overhang of stars.

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Wash your hooves, and get some candy ready~. You never know who will come visit.

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I'm working away at a story, and I had a related idea I can't fit into it. That means it's random headcanon time! Quasi-spoilers for "Grannies Gone Wild" if you haven't yet seen it.

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Dark, is the road, stretching beyond our vision. Few see its end, some are wise to it, yet once you have reached that point, your journey is set to change. Wherever we saunter, endings come. Even our time on the road. Thoughts to be considered, but not consumed by.

Today's post brought to you by the absent of the mark after K, because sometimes keyboards break.

Have a Great Fithy Friday~.

Wash your hands~.

To seek gemstones one does not uncover glimmer and scintillant forms. There lay not grandeur nestled beneath your feet, waiting for a palm to reach it. A gem is as its element, dirt. Rocks and filth crust it, dulled to a point where treasure hunters would pass it by. But one who truly seeks gemstones is patient, meticulous, and pours in the effort to polish rocks into things of beauty.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Days pass as footsteps, the prints on the road below us, those we never get to see, which we never experience fully. Each step precedes another, always a focus on the new, yet all we see of the days are the diffuse outlines we entertain within our recollection. Even if we were to turn, the past of the road is shrouded, cast in dusk of neglect. Yet, many spends their days marveling at this very abyss, while others could care less, for the road is unending, and there are always more steps to be

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What is dance? A celebration of life and togetherness? A gesture to the elements? A distraction? It functions this way, as many tasks do. The practitioner is engulfed in the act, disappearing into their focus. At the same time, they rob the focus from the watcher, interlocking them in a chain of distractive influence, allowing the world around them to fade away. To dance then, is meaningless.
However, the first interpretation was right on the money.

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Today comes the first of a 2 parter, a treacherously lewd and filthy combat contest between griffons. You could say it is a cockfight. With slightly higher stakes, and more actual cocks.

Why. Because?

Happy Filthy Friday~.

Today we have a warm, comfortable tale brewing, one only coming round every once in a while. To cherish and care and for.

What is lost won't leave our side. Transient encounters leave n impact, and what we attribute a short length in reality has sown its root within our minds and beings long before. Some see clouds of greed, othes see a flurry of opportunity.

Happy Filthy Friday~.

I wish to remain inside. Inside, this place I have crafted, this state of emotions which I have kept in balance, where I can languish in peace. Though, were I to screen reality out, it would soon come knocking. So I pretend, I appease, and I worry, if reality will remain outside.

Happy Filthy Friday~.