My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

I'm a brony.

σ_σ ... Seriously?

Yes.

Somewhere beneath this dark, arrogant and crusted exterior is the fluffy soul of a cuddley-coo who likes to watch animated ponies, unicorns, and pegasi learning about love and friendship.

I even have an OC (Original Character)...

That's a cutie mark, not a butt tattoo...despite what my cousin might say.

Yes, that pony represents me... an admission that prompted my eldest brother to confiscate my man-card... but when I designed my own MLP:FIM t-shirt, it prompted Ginger to declare that I had surplus validation of my manhood. (It's hard to tell if people are being sarcastic over text...)

So here's my query: is it more important to appear manly to your brothers or the ladies?

It's a conundrum...

Here's my other query: was it a stupid decision to admit to being a brony? Will I lose followers? (If I even lose 2 followers that's over 10% of my readership! [No, my math doesn't suck that much. I have readers who only connect via facebook, so they don't "follow" on blogger.])

So how did I become a brony? How did someone as jaded and cynical as myself even begin watching a cartoon about six mares in Equestria?

I was dragged, kicking and screaming.

If you remember my post Life Updates - Who is With Whom and Who's Having Whose Baby - P.S. Mr. Weirdman, then you will remember that Queenie has been a brony (or "pegasister," for those of you who appreciate gender descrimination) for quite a while, and she threatened my life to get me to watch it with her. And, as everyone knows, receiving death threats from pony fans is mildly terrifying.

Basically, I agreed to watch it to preserve my life, and then realized it was actually a fun, funny, and "d'aaawwww" cute.

If I had had a heart it would have melted.

I was also introduced to spin-off series on YouTube (such as Friendship is Witchcraft http://www.youtube.com/user/SherclopPones?feature=CAQQwRs%3D) and THAT, my friends, you will not have a hard time believing I'm a fan of. -_-

Peace!

Anywhozits, in related news, I'm going to the Pon3Con in Omaha Nebraska tomorrow. Expect a blog about that... possibly with video! (I know I promised video once before... I'm still trying to get a copy of the zombie short I was featured in to post on here... but I'm actually going to be the one filming this time. So it should be easier.)

So... look forward to that.

Or don't.

Whatever.

I don't care.

Ciao!

Go do some evil.

P.S.
Hi, Ginger!

Magic Vans, Combustible Craniums, and Cinematic Awesomeness!!!

I love technology.


It makes people forget how to do things by hand. :)


My parents recently bought a magic van. You can open and close the side doors by pressing a button on the keys. It's MAGIC! Sort of.


I only bring this up because my mother, aka "Mom Lady," had a senior moment with the magic van.

Mom Lady with Magic Van... and neighbor's house.

 Mom Lady is a hippie. Minus the mind-altering drugs and free love, of course. She's one of those "sane" hippies... sort of.

The other day she got home from the store, and after we brought the groceries in, she tried to close the magic door by using the magic button.

It didn't do anything.

She tried again.

No result.

"It's not working." She said, "What are we going to do?"

"I'll get it." I ran over to the magic van, and (amazingly) pulled the door shut.

I turned back around, and Mom Lady was laughing.

"I did it the old fashioned way." I said.

She looked at me, "I didn't even think about that."

*SENIOR HIPPIE MOMENT!*

Silliness!

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking "what about combustible craniums and cinematic awesomeness?" Well, hold your freaking horses!

And, uh, can I ride one of your horses?

Anywho, I want to be a filmmaker.


My dream...

And so does Evic...

...and hers.

So we were both excited when we discovered a film school was opening up in a city close to us.

"Yipee!" ...or whatever.

They were going to call it "Brain Flame" or some other name that evokes graphic images of combustible craniums... I still might want to go there, so I don't want to mock them by their actual name. :P

We promptly found their website, and I e-mailed them.

No reply.

Months later...

...still no reply.

Evic e-mailed them.

No reply.

Months later...

...still no reply.

Since both Mom Lady and Dad Man are supportive of our dreams...

...when they found themselves in said city, only blocks away from said film school, Mom Lady said, "Let's stop by there, and see if they'll talk to us.

They stopped by.

They talked to them.

When Mom Lady and Dad Man returned home they told us all about it. It was AMAZING!!!

Evic and I resolved to go visit them ourselves.

So, a short time later, Evic and I drove up to visit Brain Flame.

Next door to the film school was another "university" with a strange name. I told Evic it was probably a brothel-girl training school. She disagreed. Something about it being illegal, and that my mind was in the gutter.

Whatever.

We made it to Brain Flame.

Upon arrival... we found the doors locked. :(

It seemed that there was a conspiracy to keep Evic and I away from Brain Flame forever.

We discussed the annoyingness of not being able to contact them on the way home.

When I returned home and told Mom Lady about it she said "Oh, we didn't talk to anyone inside the Brain Flame building. You have to go into the brothel school and ask to see the Brain Flame people, and they'll come talk to you."

"So it is a brothel school?"

Okay, at this point I'm making up the brothel school stuff... maybe my mind IS in the gutter???

Anywho... here's a bonus pic for you.

I call it "Heil Hepburn!"