Go cry, emo pony

For some reason, I felt compelled to explain My Little Dashie to a coworker today. (Having the poster for one of the film versions hanging in the office will lead to such things.)

And I completely and utterly lost it. I mean, we’re talking a whole rack of bawls.

So if you saw something here, or elsewhere, with my name on it, and you thought it was overly emotional — well, I come by it naturally.

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