So today I want to talk about ponies.
Oh screw you, it’s my blog. Besides no one reads this thing,
I might as well be writing in a diary I keep in a lockbox.
Anyway, I am a brony. Broney. Bronie. Apparently I am not a
very good one because I don’t know how its spelled. So besides My Little Pony
being a pretty good kids show, and I do have a 6 year old daughter so what’s
YOUR excuse(?) the fan community around it is just mind boggling. Forget
trekkies, they can go die in a fire compared to the stuff I have seen out of teh
brony community.
It started with artwork for me. I’d save it on my phone, no
big deal. Then I decided it would be fun to use cartoon pictures for the
contacts on said phone, and an image search for “teal kitty cat” came up with a
teal pegasus[D1]
pony which was pretty much a dead ringer for my wife, with her Crayola colored
hair and general eclecticism. That search doesn’t yield that result anymore so
whatever. As far as my phone is concerned I married a pony. It doesn’t help
that one, while under the influence of alchohol and cough medicine, my wife
once said “fuck your little Rainbow Dash” while we were, in fact, fucking. So I
got to come inside Rainbow Dash, eat your heart out cloppers.
I’m off topic. Started collecting fan art, etc, didn’t go
anywhere else for a long time. Then I read Fallout: Equestria and holy shit. Or
as that fic so succulently put “Luna fill my cunt with moonrocks and call it
home!” After that I started pursuing fimfiction.net which until then I was
convinced was just filled with pony smut (that’s half true), and I don’t
remember what my second fic after FO:Eq was but the next distinct one was Hard
Reset, part one of the Time Loop Trilogy
Let me make this clear. The author, Eakin, wrote a trilogy
of novellas which are better then half of the shit I had downloaded off
Scribed. He did it for free, for fun. If you take the plot and strip away the
pony bits he should be making a goddamm million dollars off this story. And
pretty much every damn day I download another story, have my phone read it to
me in sultry computerized synthesis while I kill bugs, and I am floored at the
talent in this community.
An apprentice wizardess and her dragonling companion try out
a magic spell that should let them view alternate timelines, but it literally
blows up in her face. “Well that didn’t work” the dragon says, so to clear her
headache she and the young drake go out for some sandwitches only to realize
body-snatching bug monsters just invaded in force. On noes! Of course she will
save the day right!?
No. She gets murdered by bugs. Brutally muderered. Then wakes
up with a spell blowing up in her face. “Well
that didn’t work” Was it just a dream? They head out for some air. Bug
monsters! Fights vallently, tries to warn the guards! Did she waste her
premonition? Then throat ripped out by nasty things which are probably going to
eat her.
“Well that didn’t work” This wizard, barely level six by
D&D standards, is in a fixed time loop where every time she dies, she
starts over about two hours before the invasion. Now the quest is clear,
unwravel the puzzle of foiling this takeover with her unlimited retries. All
she can take with her from loop to loop is information.
Hundreds of loops, near madness at the impossibility of the
quest, a temporary unhinging of morals as she realizes there are literally no consequences
to her actions, so why not loot and stuff her face with donuts for a few loops?
And it makes for a safe way to come out of the closet to her parents (who
already found her stash of girly magazines when she moved out to wizard
college, so they are pretty nonplused. As her mother says “I just want some
grandkids, and you know they are doing some interesting things with magical contraception
these days. And double the wombs means double the grandbabies!”), so that’s a
plus. Eventually though, she will have to solve the problem or be stuck in the
loop forever, because not even death is a release from this little slice of
hell.
Doesn’t that sound fucking awesome? And that’s just the
first book! And it’s a FANFICTION! Arg I am so mad…
Then, THEN you go watch some youtube videos. Epic Wub Time,
Friendship is Witchcraft, Flufflepuff, holy shit people WHY AREN’T YOU MAKING
ALL THE MONEY. Sigh. Anyway tonight I dove down one of the last rabbit holes,
music.
I don’t like the songs that are just too on the nose, if you
know what I mean. I get it, we’re singing about pretty pastel ponies, don’t rub
it into my ears like you’re doing classical opera. Little tact, people.
Regardless of that I wasn’t disappointed by the disparaging split between good
music and shit. Hint: I liked most of it. Aside from a lot of original songs,
sung by both men and women which is weird if you’ve ever gotten into a fandom
because it’s mostly just remixes of existing stuff, and there are a lot of
those. Jesus that was a clunky sentence. Well I am not editing it, ha.
So two videos here, one of the original and one the remix.
When I think remix I think, you know, glowstick music. And I like glowstick
music, and there is plenty, but see what this asshole did. Here is the original
from the cartoon.
Credit where credit is due, for a show with a 20 minute run time and aimed at kids under 10
they put some effort into their musical numbers. But now check out this
asshole.
Don’t you get it? The bronies, they are just… just so good.
Good at all the stuff I want to be good at. For no money. I want to make money
writing. These guys churn out a billion words a month that consistently impress
me. Sigh. All I can hope is that the bronies are just the first wave of a new
world order, where everyone just makes stuff because its fun and everyone else
gets it for free, and the economy collapses without the influx of consumer
dollars to hold up the mammoth skeleton that is capitalism.
I’m not bitter, really.