Not that there’s a pattern or anything

I do appreciate the visitors here, though I must admit I have no idea what they’re looking for; it’s very seldom that anyone starts on a story and goes straight through.

It’s not a problem. Really, it’s not.

Sort of a facelift

After four years of this artificially generated ponysona on the sidebar, I decided to go for something new; on an impulse, I asked LeekFish to sketch the character, and the results, I thought, were delightful. (Now and then she takes commissions; I happened to catch her during “then.”)

It’s always there somehow

During my recent confinement, I was at least somewhat amused by what appeared to be slight interest in my pony stories, exhibited by members of hospital staff.

By far, the most popular was The way she used to be, which makes sense to me: it’s probably the least supernatural-ish tale I wrote.

I’m just mad about Saffron

I suspect, though, that she’s quite indifferent to the likes of me.

Saffron Masala from "Spice Up Your Life"

“Spice Up Your Life” aired Saturday. It’s Wednesday and we already have plushies. (This one was a header at EqD.) Then again, this is typical of the MLP:FiM fandom; it’s not a sudden craze or anything.

A familiar exchange

Found late last night on Derpibooru:

The Royal Sisters have a spat, sort of

Can’t say I’m surprised, exactly — though I had no idea we were already in the year 1010. (I’m still writing 1006 on my checks.)

Well, almost

Celebrated author Lesley Nneka Arimah falls victim to the dreaded Autocorrect:

I find myself drawn to and inspired by works that deal with the relationships between women. Take, for example, My Little Pony (the reboot, obviously), which follows a cast of female ponies who fight to save their universe. It’s a world where the heroes are women, the villains are women, and when you’re forced as an artist to write beyond the token woman doing “woman” things, you end up with characters that are multifaceted. You end up with Twilight Sparkle, the lead pony who is kind of annoying and smug. You end up with the butch queer and femme queer ponies, Rainbow Dash and Apple Blossom. You end up with Pinkie Pie, goddess, clown. The plurality of female characters means they end up being as dimensional as women are in real life.

“Who is this ‘Apple Blossom’ pony, and what’s a ‘femme’?” asked Applejack.

I hate when that happens.

They call this colt Pariah

This search string came in today, and while it doesn’t boggle the mind, it does shake the head a bit:

a pony in ponyville who is hated by everyone chapter 1

I mean, if everypony truly hates him — and how likely is that in a place like Ponyville? — he’ll never make it to Chapter 2, if you know what I mean.

Thoroughly Scrooged

I will happily concede that A Hearth’s Warming Eve Tail was properly Dickensian. Now I wonder how many other public-domain stories will be ponified before MLP:FiM finally screeches to a halt. And if they do get around to doing The Brothers Karamazov, clearly Twilight Sparkle should be the Ivan character.

That said, there’s a definite tendency in this series to suggest that with great magic comes great ability to screw things up: Luna’s creation of a demon with which to torture herself (Do Princesses Dream of Magic Sheep?), Celestia’s inability to defend herself against a changeling (A Canterlot Wedding), Starlight Glimmer’s Equality or Bust movement (The Cutie Map), Sunburst’s utter fecklessness (The Crystalling), and Twilight herself more often that not. I expect that if Season Seven comes to fruition, we’ll get an exposé of how Star Swirl the Bearded himself was really kind of a douche. (I sort of hinted at this in Second Act, in a back-history reference which implied that he was in the habit of letting assistants do the scutwork.)

Touched by the purple

I really didn’t expect this, and when I saw it, I didn’t expect it to be good.

It’s actually better than that. Rarity muses on the death of an artist, and this is the part that sells it:

He was never old because he never allowed himself to be old. When one of his selves seemed to be showing the faintest touches of fading, he simply discarded that version and took a new one. Always a musician — with everything else a variable. I admired that so much, the ability to cast one self aside and choose the next. It was what I wanted, and he … magic without workings, fields, or tricks. Magic I could learn. Magic I … still can’t quite figure out. But he could do it. Forever fresh, forever new, forever young —

— forever gone.

Read it. I think you’ll appreciate it.

Let no man put a tsundere

Okay, we’ll let this one slide by, just this once:

Princess Ember

Face front, it’s the Dragon Lord!

I am of course amazed that they somehow managed to impart a Self-Absorbed Teenager look to an actual dragon, but hey, what do I know about dragons?

(Here’s the original by Doctor-G.)