Month: November 2016

Welcome to Monday

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So, hey everyone, the whole… 40 odd people that are still “following” this blog, for whatever the heck that means.

I took the Ask part off of the Tumblr and consolidated it down to my Twitter handle for convenience sake.

So, anyway, welcome to Monday!  Land of rain and clouds.  A consistent theme here in Minnesota this Autumn-Winter we’re experiencing.  We saw the sun on Friday and part of Saturday, so we’re not cloud-locked… although it certainly feels that way sometimes.

Wait, is that hail or snow pellets?  Yay, a squall line.  So it’s like pea-size hail. *groan*  Anyway…

I’m remembering a pattern that I followed as part of the Social Media team for Ponyville Ciderfest which had us feature a certain post type on every day of the week and pondering if I could do that here.  I usually have the time in the mornings before I go to work.

I had a mostly successful weekend around the house; got some Christmas shopping done for my Mom using some Black Friday specials (I didn’t set foot in a store on Friday), who is going to get a wonderful gift from me–and it’s something she’s asked for.  Finding the perfect item wasn’t easy, but I pulled it off.  Now I just need to wait for it to arrive in the mail and then wrap up each item 🙂

It’ll be interesting to see the state of the shop when I get in today; when I left on Friday, we still had about nine to thirteen piles of freight that we didn’t get moved due to a one-day pilots strike that couldn’t have come at a worse time. Hopefully, the holiday hasn’t messed up my pickups too much, although right now I’m expecting today to be a little bit heavier than normal.

Going to get my bed made and then get ready to go to work.

Golden Day

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cocho388:

Because today I’m 28…on Nov. 28, from 88.

Bunch o’ 8′s!

Never before and never again.  This is a momentous day in your life, Cocho.  Make the most of…  oh, you probably have to work.

Well, that sucks.

Hoppy birfday anyway.

Tamberlane: Chapter 1 Comic – Print Run!

Belfry is forgetful, accident-prone, and irresponsible, but a snap decision to take in a young creature will change her life forever.

SO CLOSE everyone!  Just $126 left until the $10,000 threshold and the gifts are unlocked of the TSSSF cards to those giving $50 or more.  Down to 11 hours.  This comic is gorgeous, and PixelPrism does amazing work.

Read the whole thing at tamberlanecomic.com, and then give!

Tamberlane: Chapter 1 Comic – Print Run!

Thanksgiving

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

This year…

I don’t know.  This year’s Thanksgiving right now doesn’t feel “normal” for lack of a better word.  Mind you, it’s still two days away, but…

The pang of nostalgia compared to what I know is going to be the reality is disheartening.  Gone are the days of going across the river to Grandpa’s and Gramma’s and playing football in the backyard before the meal and genuinely being thankful.  No more will I be able to take off my shoes in the vestibule of that house, head downstairs and see my cousins, go into the kitchen where my Grandma was putting the finishing touches on the meal, sneak into the adults-only part of the house and watch football on the television in the den.

In the wake of the election and the general way my extended family has gone, we’re a fractured and separated mess.

There’s no fix in sight, either.  Not for a good long time–perhaps in the remainder of my life on Earth.

And that’s sad.

When I was young and innocent family was all I ever pined for, that closeness and unity that you have when you’re a unit and a group united by a strong pillar.

I love my family; don’t mistake that for a second.

I miss what was.  The brief respites in memory that I can fathom up help to alleviate it but never fully replace some of the best times in my life.

I have a birthday card that I’m going to try and draw for a friend before their actual birthday… this year I’m hoping that it won’t be the hot mess that I tried last year!  I for certain have Thursday off but am likely working in some fashion on Friday.  Mo’ money, yeah?

What about you, followers?  Are you finding this year’s Thanksgiving celebration a bit more daunting than last years?

Pirouette

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

I had to sit down and let my eyes adjust.  Fluttershy was nuzzling me gently, with Pinkie next to the two Chicas.

Rarity?  She’d almost glomped Bellora the second she saw her.

Then Bellora opened her eyes.

I was scared what might happen.  Given how things in this universe normally unfold, I was expecting to be dead in a moment.  Given the reaction I got from Chica, I think she was just as shocked.

Her eyes were a ruby color, they sparkled as if there were pieces of the valuable gem in the construction of the animatronic ballerina.

“Madam, as much as I enjoy the attention, could you please let go of me?”

Rarity let go–reluctantly.  There was a bit of disappointment in the eyes of the fashionista, but it was short lived.  I looked at Bellora for a minute before opening my mouth to speak.

Usually this has ended poorly with this group of individuals that I’ve been around.  Normally there’s a threat to stuff me into a box or make me one with a springlock suit soon following.

Your eyes are pretty.

“Thank you.”

Chica groaned.  “Don’t you even try to … sheesh, Whimper, I can tell you right now she is not your type.”

What, attractive and imaginative?

“No. Intelligent, and the fact that she’s a robot kind of adds to the equation.”

“Sis!”

“What?  He’s an adult, he should have a girlfriend or something… I mean, come on, one of us with one of them?  Not happening.”

“Where are we?” 

Fluttershy’s question was answered quickly by Bellora.  Rarity’s distance from the ballerina had seemed to decrease; whether noticed by the animatronic was unclear.

“This is Circus Baby’s Pizzeria.  I am Bellora, one of the featured attractions here.  You are… curious, yellow pony with wings.  A unicorn, and a pink colored pony as well.  And a human.  You are from… Freddy Fazbear’s, correct?”

Chica nodded.

“How did you get here?”

“Emergency exit. Springtrap sort of decided to hold a mini revolution and created spring-lock versions of myself, Bonnie, Foxy and Freddy who are now lokiing for us.”

“Who is Springtrap?”

“A long story that I don’t want to get into right now.  Suffice to say, bad news.”

“I see.  Could you close the door, please, there’s something unpleasant coming from the room over.”

Huh?

OH DEAR GOD.

It took my brain a moment or two to realize that dark feeling was the fastest moving animatronic in the whole place. And she still had my phone.

“Have you met with your maker today?  Get over here, Whimper!”

I forgot about Mangle.

Looks like Rarity’s chance to glomp Bellora was going to need to wait.

“RUN!”

Fluttershy’s call to action seemed so far away.

And Mangle was getting close.

It’s Okay.

Posted on by Nolan Slover (Note Worthy)

thesylverlining:

okheshivar:

Okay.

Okay.

I want everyone to take a deep breath, Lean away from your computer, put your phone down for a moment, and just breathe.

It’s really easy to go into a downhill spiral, especially on this website, because everything bad is filling up your dashboard, one post after another, and this is very, very overwhelming.

It’s okay. I promise it’s okay. We still have community, we still have each other, we still have reason and rightness. It’s okay. 

Take a deep breath. Exhale slowly. Text someone important to you, hug someone close to you, stretch, eat a snack, play a game. It’s okay. It’s okay. 

Be conservative about the amount of negativity you let yourself see tonight. it’s all bad, but it all says the same thing. It’s okay. I’m here, you’re here, let your brain breathe for a second.