Well friends, it's taken me a long time to come to this decision, but I feel it is the right one. I am logging off, and will probably never come back. It's not really a big deal. I'm not active here anymore, and evidently there isn't much activity to speak of here, so I write my final blog post. Thanks for everything and goodbye. It's been a pleasure.
In recent times, I've tried dabbling in the forum's roleplay section, with negative results. Two RPs I tried starting up were ignored, and not too long ago I joined a roleplay. I posted in the main thread, and waited for a response. There has been none for three days now, and it's getting me worried. I'm back on from a lifetime ban, and I'm afraid it has something to do with this sudden inactivity which only happens after I get involved. What do you guys think? Am I going to have to open a completely new account, or is this just coincidence?
Basically, I'm writing a fanfiction which involves the Changeling army. I'm looking for names for the three Changeling pegasi, Earth pony and unicorn commanders, plus the Chief of Staff of the army (who answers directly to Queen Chrysalis). The names in question should sound fearsome, intimidating, infamous to the point even the toughest being in Equestria could not speak their names without the slightest hint of fear or hatred. If anypony could help me out, I'd be grateful.
I didn't see all of Crusaders of the Lost Mark, but after watching DT put her mother in her place, I couldn't help but smile. Now I wonder if we were hating on DT for the wrong reasons. Sure, she did insult Scootaloo because of her inability to fly (not to mention the numerous times she belittled the CMC and others, mocked them, insulted and hurt them, but only because Spoiled Rich made her believe it was the right thing to do. That being said, DT has earned her redemption, in the fandom's eyes and my own. As for Spoiled Rich, I hope Filthy Rich divorces her pompous ass, and when she dies, she burns in Tartarus.
Thank God for the power of redemption! *insert witty gif here*
Yesterday, the moment I got home, I tried writing a review about this gem of a movie, but it didn't materialise, so I decided to rewrite it in the form of a simple blog entry. Happy reading folks.
Yesterday, I went to see Inside Out, a movie I had been anticipating from the moment I saw the first trailer. My reaction? Wow, just wow. Pixar have once again gone above and beyond the limits of their creative talent to make a movie that touched me very deeply, a feat not many movies have been able to achieve. (Warning: Spoilers beyond this point)
Before I can talk about anything else, I'll hop right to the main point of my entry; the sacrifice of Riley's imaginary friend, Bing Bong.
I never had an imaginary friend in my childhood, but what was so heartbreaking about this was that Joy promised Bing Bong that if he helped her and Sadness get back to Headquarters before Riley's mind could totally collapse, she would ensure that Riley remembers him, an opportunity Bong was desperate to reclaim after years of being forgotten in the labyrinth known as Long Term Memory. However, disaster struck when Family Island collapsed, sending Bing Bong and Joy plummeting into the abyss known as the Memory Dump.
From minute one, the movie had made it clear the Memory Dump was the point of no return for Riley's memories. Anything that fell into it would never see the light of day again, so when Joy and Bong fell into it, I truly believed all was lost. I could feel my feels agitate at the sight of Joy sobbing over the few memories of Riley's childhood she clung onto all that time. Yet, there was still hope when she and Bing Bong found the latter's rocket sled. Despite being well aged by this point, there was still power left in it, therefore the duo resolved to fly their way out. Unfortunately, their combined weight was too much for the sled to achieve sufficient height, leaving Bing Bong with the stark naked truth; only one of them was going to escape, and it wouldn't be him. So when Joy wasn't looking, he threw himself off the sled. Bing Bong had managed to save Joy, but before his death he entrusted the latter with the mission to take Riley to the moon one last time. With that, the pink elephant/cat/squirrel/dolphin hybrid faded into the darkness.
I don't know why, but it touched me real deep. I didn't cry, but I was left sad that Bing Bong would not live to see Riley remember him. That being said, Inside Out had achieved what Wreck-It Ralph did not; a character willingly gave up his life so that the protagonist would still have a chance, hence the reason it had managed to touch me through the crusty and ashen layers of my heart. To this hour I still search for fanfiction where Joy and Sadness properly mourn Bing Bong, and also honour his sacrifice.
Now, with that part over, I'll get onto everything else I liked about the film. The animation was stellar, the concept was brilliantly original and well thought out, and the Emotions! Oh my God, have you ever heard such finesse from a voice cast? And the emotions themselves weren't confined to just their respective emotion. Anger, Fear and Disgust, who would normally be the bad apples of the bunch were able to express happiness and satisfaction in their own way. Plus, Disgust is actually my favourite character. She's just about as blunt as I am when you take away the dislike for broccoli and bad fashion tastes. But above all else, the operations within Riley's mind, everything from the Train of Thought to her Imagination and even her Dreams and Nightmares were conceptualized and immaculated as physical representations of what they might look like. It was just brilliant! Already I can see what my mind looks like. A not so generic military base, with the emotions commanding me like a tank.
Now, the film was good, but the experience was soured somewhat. I found the short film Lava to be unbearable and cringeworthy. I mean, they sang that mushy love crap THREE/FOUR BLOODY TIMES to the point I wanted to take a shoe off and bash it against my head until it bled. But alas, that wasn't going to happen for the next reason.
The theatre was full of kids, with their parents to boot. Not a single teenager or childless adult turned up, leaving me isolated among the innocent and naive murmurs, cries and whispers. While that wasn't the worst part of all, I wish I could've been among a more mature audience. I feel if that were the case, I would have enjoyed the film a lot more than I did.
Nonetheless, Inside Out thoroughly lived up to my expectations. It was an excellent movie, maybe one I would see again, but not under the same circumstances. 10/10, a true return to greatness for Pixar.
Here we are again tankers. Update 9.7 is upon us! I, for one, am looking forward to the new French tanks, primarily so I can rant about how frustratingly bad they are. But that's only half the battle. I'm looking forward to the new update so I can return to the game after a long absence. The reason for said absence is that Gnomefather's mods stopped working for me, and thus I decided to clear the game until the next update, which arrives tomorrow.
What takes your fancy?
Gents and ladies, I'm quite frankly getting frustrated. I can't seem to find the best server to use with MLP Forums. Internet Explorer is a bust, Safari won't let me post pictures when I need/want it to and I don't trust many other browsers. Somepony help?
I know this is a question best reserved for a status update, but I wanted somewhere to come back to in case I needed help. I need to know the difference of signature sizes for standard users and users such as donors and subscribers. Could somepony help me with signature sizes please?
Ahh, Frozen. The tale of how a girl named Elsa with magical ice powers isolates herself from her sister Anna, who ventures to get her back with the help of the iceman Kristoff, his reindeer Sven and the ever wacky Olaf. Sometimes, it bewilders me how popular the movie has become, to the point where it has reached the status of a franchise. It is that exact popularity which serves as the reason why I detest this movie and everything about it, everything except its message of course.
Now don't get me wrong. Were this movie a lot more subtle and a whole lot less in-your-face, I might've been able to respect its presence. Unfortunately, things didn't work out that way, and now I wonder when this will end. The films, the franchise, the frenzy among girls to buy Elsa and Anna dresses. Heck, even the naming of newborns after the characters themselves! And now, with a short being shown before the Cinderella remake and a sequel on the way, I wonder how I will survive this. How I will be able to put up with Frozen being constantly shoved in my face at every corner. Why am I writing this rant? Well, it's quite simple. On St. Patrick's Day, my hometown of Ballincollig held a contest to see how many Elsas they could fit into one place. The record was set at 771. Posters for the event were put up everywhere, and even a local barbershop had a mural painted on its windows dedicated to the event. Wondering for the life of me how Frozen had anything to do with St Patrick's Day, I decided enough was enough and that I needed to blow off some steam on this matter. Obviously, I had to go and march in the parade in Cork City, but knowing that coming back there to get a Shamrock Shake, I'd probably run into an Elsa at every corner was a nightmare for me.
Anyway, I have had quite enough of this Frozen mania. I hope it blows over before the sequel is released and I pray to God for the souls of the next generation who will no doubt be inundated with songs from maybe the next three or four sequels, merchandise that will fill their kid's rooms to the rafters and a general takeover of internet culture by Frozen. Suddenly I know how an anti-brony feels, and by God, it's not a good thing in the slightest.