GOD DAMN IT I CAN'T FIGURE MY LITTLE PONY OUT.
I caved and seached for it on YouTube to see what the hell was going on, because this reminds me a lot of that episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation when everyone gets addicted to that game so some aliens can take over the Universe. Something like that, whatever, the point is that it's now *
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Honestly, it's so happy and colorful and I want that so much. I want to ball the whole show up, wrap it in daisy chains and lavender and shove it up under my ribcage to keep my inner light burning eternally. The older I get, the more I embrace that happiness. Have I ever mentioned I want to be a children's book author/illustrator? It all ties together.
You mention a villain that didn't act very villainy. Did you watch another of the movies? I've actually seen neither, but I've watched like 2 1/2 seasons of the show.
Sonata -is- a really pretty name. I'm not keen on kids, myself, but there is -such- unlimited potential for furry friends. I kind fo want to get rats again and watch -them- learn lessons about friendship, and they can write letters to me with their cute little paws.
Back on track, the first two episodes of MLP:FiM kind of go in one direction (kind of Magical Girl/you see Faust's Powerpuff Girls influence), and then they become more episodic comedy. You've definitely got to watch at least a few.
And yeah, the Rainbow Dash thing I think just pinched off into a meme because someone sees a pony stretching and thinks it's an invitation, and then anonymous gets ahold of it and AFIERHFIEHRFI
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I seriously just can't watch television anymore because of how depressing it is. It's not even depressing in the "So, that's what the world outside is like" sort of way, because everything's dramatized up to be more soul-crushing than it actually is. To contrast that, things that actually *are* depressing are played down as less depressing than they actually are in-person, often because they're actually too depressing to show on a screen. It's a balance they have to reach.
This is a weird time to reach me because I'm relocating to the stupid-awesome-named New Hope, PA, and I'm busy panicking about that for reasons I make up with an aptitude for making stuff up I didn't remember I had. But when you live in a place called New Hope--and I should mention that's the name they give New Earth in my favorite sci-fi novel no one else liked, Debatable Space--it's very difficult not to find meaning in that. For real, New Hope. That's where I'm headed.
There needs to be more cat-girls in life. Or fox-girls. Foxes are cool, too. Kemonomimi, whatever you can fit into that category. And they just now released the second part of Blade Kitten on Steam, something I honestly didn't think would ever happen (the first episode came out in, like 2010 or something, forever ago, and I thought they didn't make any after that because it sold so badly), so that's one thing I have to do. I don't even like platformers that much, but that was a pretty slick game.
You know that thing that happens when you hit the age of 28, and you realize, "Wow, that's pretty close to 30"? I got that on the 28th. It was scary, and for a lot of good reasons, I think. First, one doesn't typically brag about being legally disabled to anyone, especially when it's not immediately obvious why. That sense of shame is deadly, at least if it lasts long enough into the night before I can fall asleep. I don't really know how to work with that. There's a feeling of being defeated I associate with that.
I don't know if you even know what I'm rambling about, but disability sucks. Social security checks suck. It seems like some people think that's a luxury, and these people are not in touch with reality. They're not, because it really ignores the "reality" part that messes so hard with one's self-image in the midst of that.
That took a weird turn, I know. Maybe I'll be able to collect myself to a better extent later. But I do have some clean-up work to do, so I'mma get on that. Take care, sir, always elating to hear from you.
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I know what you mean. It's like... sadness extract. They distill all the essences of sadness from real life, concentrate them as much as they can. But then they also take the edge off of it being soul-destroyingly sad, because they want to save it to wrench later, and a good parasite doesn't kill its prey. If you want more animated shows that are light-hearted and fun, there's Adventure Time, which has hints of darkness to it but still overall quite light-hearted and a good kind of random, and also Amazing World of Gumball, which is more outright zany and looks like the creators just went "DFJIHHNIRFNIR", but it -works-. Also, both have that hint of adult humor that you'd mentioned earlier, and huge doses of imagination.
Mention of novels reminds me I need to read more. This year, I read... The City and the Stars, which takes place one billion years in the future, and I actually find it profoundly sad for that reason, but it left me actually with a lot of hope, in a way. Like things are never over. New Hope -is- an awesome name! I hope the move goes well! My town-or the nearest one to me-only has the name Culpeper. It's funny, though, because “cul” is French for “ass”, so I call it Ass Pepper. Sometimes.
I'm totally okay with a world in which cat and fox girls proliferate. And bunny girls. Nekomimi, kitsunemimi, usagimimi, okamimimi... it's a good way to learn Japanese animal names. It's also good motivation for me to get off my butt and... sit back down on my butt and draw. IF there aren't enough kemonomimi, then by god, I can MAKE more kemonomimi. Oh, also, you mentioned a Steam. I have some Steams. Here are my Steams. Flowers and ponies and butterflies.
Happy belated Birthday! I know that feeling. I hit 30 two months ago, myself. I look at my resounding lack of accomplishment, and how much time I've had to build on that, and just think
I'm currently not in school because I'm taking a break, but if I hadn't chosen to they would have made me do so anyway. They felt, after I failed three semesters, that I should take a break. I have no idea why I do what I do, why I don't do what I don't do, what I want to do, all manner of things. I'm good at imagining reasons for stuff, too. Separating truth and fabrication is tough. Am I better or worse than I think? But no, I know what you mean. My mom's on disability for reasons not readily apparent, too, and has dealt with crap from several sources.
Weird turns are the best kind of turns! I know at least for myself, if anything I write seems less than meandering, and disjointed, it's because I'm trying [too] hard to keep it that way. Always a pleasure to hear from you, too! Take care!
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