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I want to create audio recordings to fanfictions and perhaps, down the line, participate in dramatic plays of the sort based on those fanfictions. I naturally have a strong, resonant deep voice --- but with one problem, its only there for the morning. Really, it is, and also when I'm mildly sick with something benign like the cold. My voice sounds much better for this sort of thing in the morning and its hard to replicate once I'm to mid-day. Something to do with the larynx from being at rest or the sort. Anywho, I want to practice and develop my voice before I really jump headlong into actual recordings. I don't want to sound generic or too nasally pitched, would rather standout with a regal resonant voice. As an inspiration and a goal to work my way too: I would love to sound close to this guy https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PubrHoHpWbM And I would also love to mix in a touch of posh british accent for when I need for characters or certain stories. A suspect a long road ahead of me and would greatly appreciate tips, book recommendations, or any other media for what I'm aiming for.

Nice work. I like the logo with the gleam effect. Will you be making super hero themed pieces? Also, I had the idea to use this image, with permission of course, to do a short story. I will start making notes soon, and eventually when it is finished, who knows, it may bring more attention to your art and portfolio. Keep up the good work.

Turned 25 last month and never been into drinking. Both my parents are alcoholics while I never have one sip of the stuff.

I seriously envy everyone in this topic. I've been struggle with my weight and eating disorder for years now. It's cost me big medical bills and trips to the ER.

Can't make any friends at my age. In school and as a kid, it was easier, although I had only a few at a time. Kids don't have to worry about bills or higher education or working or taking care of their family or whatever else. In my mid 20s, no one is interested. Everywhere I go it seems like other people already have their friend circle they known for years and are too busy and indifferent to welcome a new face. Add into mix that everyone my age is completely different than me and no, I won't have any friends. I can't make them.

im 24 i haven't met anyone else my age that i like. typically, people around my age that i encounter are into partying, drinking and drugs, and acting stupid as it was a virtue to proud of.

Rarity's Generous Plan . . . don't look it up.

Never dated and I'm about to turn 25. I can't find any persons around me to be a friend in real life. None of my interests meet up with theirs and I'm terribly bored by what so many people think is fun or excitable for them. I'm not too worried about date life since I think most of my energy should be directed in setting up my future career at the moment, but I do wonder about just finding anyone, regardless if they're male or female, that can be honestly enthusiastic about the things I value. I sort of take sympathy to those cliched songs about a young person being a loser and loner and hating that he can't fit in with others, but I don't feel that way about myself and can only identify with the situation of "I'm alone." I know I'm probably going to be alone for years to come, and I don't feel too bad about it. I rather be honest to myself. But yes, at times, I do wistfully wonder why I can't find someone else who sees the greatness and importance in things that I do. Nevermind the dating, I just want someone to be a human like me and share a special understanding with.

Posh British accent is best accent Best sounding language is French or Italian. English and Russian close second.

Awesome House MD picture. As an aside, I marathoned through all 8 seasons in two weeks. This tidbit of a story was okay, but I don't think I am going to do anything else with it. I tried figuring out how to work a believable conflict with the idea and I haven't gotten there. Perhaps there will be more in another idea for a story sometime soon.

Is this contest eligible to a person who cannot attend the convention?

When I first get on the computer I check: Gamefaqs.com social boards Youtube Subscriptions Equestria Daily Fimfiction Tumblr Twitch and this website, for personal mail and mostly lurking.

I want Japan to win just for the lulz of a Pikachu mascot holding that World Cup trophy. Also, imagine the animations for that.

Dark, lustrous, rare.... brown eyes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pIJHJzDQcRM&feature=player_detailpage#t=375 Any philosophers want to take a stab in discussing the ideas in this video? In case the link messes up the time stamp, skip to 6:15 and listen onward to about 12:23. As a quick preface, it talks about the unified field of the universe being a wave of intelligence on which all matter and beings are built upon. As in, we are united and that the universe isn't necessarily an inert, "dead", material universe; but overwhelmingly conscious at its fundamental foundation.

Well, I have to disagree with you about philosophy and it being about going around in circles. Philosophy shouldn't be insinuated to have no answers or be hapless to grasp much needed answers and guidance to a person's life. I understand your sentiment in taking the initiative to discuss philosophy instead of talking about what or who to read, but anecdotal stories don't lend much towards firm philosophical principles, especially if they're written primarily with pathos and not expressive in why any particular point is being taken. Philosophy has to be demonstrable within a logical framework to have appropriate validity. I'm not trying to drive you off this discussion, so please don't feel offended.

@, Umm, what? No offense, but that was a story rather than something philosophical.

Not sure. Another forum I'm on most of the time has moderation rules about linking websites that could be seen as advertising for them. May not be the case here, but I didn't want to look it up or risk it.

I have only researched one philosophy, so I am a bit ignorant on some of the technical terms used in other philosophies. However, for anyone that enjoys philosophy here, I would recommend the podcast, Partially Examined Life. I am not sure if I can link it, but a quick search engine query will pull it up. Anyone wanting discuss a particular issue of philosophy? I'm down for that.

books, particularly older ones.

As quick preface to the text below, this was the beginning for a story intended for the EFNW contest. However, I did not have time to pan the rest of the story out. I'm not sure to continue with the story, so thoughts about it is most appreciated. +++ A turquoise streak shot through a blanket of clouds. Flecks of water whipped against goggles and slid into a bronze mane dampened, not by the moisture of the cloud, but by sweat flying off a stern forehead. Lightning Dust felt the peculiar sensation of the cloud’s cool kiss rippling on the surface of her wings while hot muscles frenzied underneath. Her eyebrows lowered, and a small smirk played across a thin mouth. The next second later, the pony became a gold and turquoise blur as she plummeted downwards into a wide blue, leaving behind a starburst of rain drops dazzling in space. Two hooves pushed in front of her vision. They clasped together in a monstrous strain to pierce the air friction against her. Her eyes burned, her nose bit against the cold wind, and her heart thumped wildly into her eardrums. Blackness began to creep in on all sides of her. Her vision was narrowing, threatening blindness from the blood seeping out of her eyes and back into her brain. Lightning Dust was an experienced flier who knew how to push herself to the brink. She did not panic. She clenched her teeth, she licked her lips, and she flew even faster. A small vacuum of hazy air formed a cone around her. Her hooves slipped apart shorter than it takes time to blink. She flinched; it was enough. When Lightning Dust came to, she did not have to see the ceiling of the hospital to know she had failed. She did not have to spring upward to see the startled nurse slip to the ground and scramble out yelling. She did not have to see the doctor rush in and try to push her back down on the bed. She did not have to see anything; all she was aware of what she did not hear: the Sonic Rainboom. A week later, Lightning Dust stood at the front desk of the hospital, ready to be discharged. A doctor with askance glasses over nervous eyes rested a hoof over her shoulder. “As a doctor, I can say you’re lucky to be alive, and as a pony with common sense, I can say there won’t be a next time if you crash at that speed. Please… never attempt the Sonic Rainboom again.” Lightning Dust stared into his soft eyes and saw he could never begin to understand. Her mind flashed the scene of Spitfire ripping off a golden Wonderbolt badge. With the intensity of a maniac, she answered, “No.” --- A young colt sped on his scooter through a sleepy Cloudsdale neighborhood. He rubbed one eye, picked up a newspaper bundle from the back basket of his scooter, and tossed it at a house. The newspaper knocked over a plastic gnome. He yawned and continued to the next house. As he rounded into a new street for his paper round, he saw a turquoise pony speed off into the veil of pink clouds high above. He stopped, scratched his head, and rode on as the sun crested over the crimson rooftops.

My avatar will always be Gilda until another griffon comes along. Yes I know about Gustav, but I mean a fleshed out character that interacts more in depth like Gilda did. Her design is pretty awesome, and I hated the hate surrounding her during season 1. She's a complex character.

I tend to be harsh on people wasting my time. I like to cut to the point with people and get things done and over with. I can be a bit crass about it, and don't have much patience for people screwing things up around me. As far as things like tastes in media, music, movies, and so on--I'm pretty lax. I don't pursue things I know I don't like so I don't have any conflicts there. I can be more critical in my reading since I am a writer myself, and don't like much of the modern readings compared to the older styles of books I've read before.