Virgil

If were talkin' favorites mine would be Digimon by far. There is probably no way to tell how many times I watched the movie, all I know is there was a point in time where I think I had most of the dialogue memorized.

Heh, I like it . If it was a picture of me it look like just some guy who looks as if he's watching a documentary probably ( I typically look rather stoic).

There's the rub, isn't it? The term Christian (especially when it first came into usage) would denote a "Follower of Christ", which would imply that such an individual would do their best to emulate Jesus and his teachings (which are only recorded, wether one considers it accurate is another question, in the Bible). But this deserves it's own topic so I'll leave it at that for now.

Didn't Piers get kicked off the air recently, basically for that reason, if I remember right?

Hello, welcome to MLP Forums! I look forward to seeing you around .

Welcome, welcome! Nice to have a new member, I'm sure you'll find all kinds of interesting bronies to talk to, and I can honestly say this is the best forum site I've ever been a member of.

Welcome, there is lot's of stuff I'm sure you'll enjoy on this site. See you around the forums .

I have a mustache and goatee, the rest of my face doesn't want to fill out yet (I'm almost 25 ). On the plus side, my mustache naturally is the kind that just doesn't quite meet in the middle; which, I'm fairly certain is scientificly proven to be the coolest kind of stache. Just ask Roy Mustang

At the moment all I can think of is the line Bakura says from Yu Gi Oh Abridged "Why so British?" and (from the same series) Melvin's "Who wants a hug?"

Mine would be this most likely.

I really love the piano work ( great job ), but if it were me I'd just keep the piano part; and remove the other instrument part.

The snakes face is actually fairly well done and has a beautiful ferocity to it. It's just held back by the way in which the snake's body interacts with the skull, which makes it difficult tell what is snake and what is skull. Maybe if you added just a bit more detail on the body and the skull, and made some lines just a bit more distinct I bet it could really pop.

Hmm, I do think the imagery is fairly solid. Maybe if you added a paragraph in between the first and second describibing the "hill" and the speaker arriving there it might make it richer.

Thank you very much, I'll try my best to remember that; I bet a lot of it is just letting my nerves get the best of me, which makes me forget the basics. Makes me wish I had had the oppurtunity to take more voice lessons from a teacher I had when I was getting my Associates degree. She always was getting onto me about having better breath control ( among other things of course ) .

I have a lot of stories floating around in my head but this was the first time I've ever wrote one down. I wrote this I was just coming out of a bit of a bout of melancholy, so I felt like I was almost under a compulsion to write it. It was rather cathartic... but anyway please let me know what you think and no need to hold back ( even the harshest critique won't put me in a bad mood, I like honest criticism actually ). I do realize it's very short, but I suppose I was more concerned with expressing a very specific set of ideas and emotions without any additions. Interested to hear people's feedback. Vision of a Forest.docx

1. I don't have braces but I do have a slight gap between my two front teeth could that be it? 2. Yeah that probably has to do with me trying to rush through it a bit. Also I have this fear that if I really try and speak using my lower register I might sound too cheesy or theatrical, do you think I might be worrying too much about that? And thank you very much for taking the time to reply, I really appreciate the feedback.

Well, for starters the church I attend is part of the SBCT ( Southern Baptist Convention of Texas ) although both the Elders, probably most of the members, and myself are very Reformed (e.g. Calvinist ) in our theology. I was raised in a Christian home, converted about 6th or 7th grade ( funny part is I can tell you almost the exact moment I became a brony though; I truly believe God likes to show me his sense of humor ), became a Calvinist around age 20, and felt called to become a missionary at most a year later. I'm currently working on my BA in Biblical Studies and feel called to Southeast Asia.

I've started up via my youtube channel, trying to hone my elocution and narration abilities. I've been using poetry so far, this one is William Wordsworth's " Influence of Natural Objects in Calling Forth and Strengthening the Imagination in Boyhood and Early Youth ". I think it's my best work so far, although you might notice some dogs occasionally disagreeing (not good at audio editing at the moment ). Please give me your honest opinions and suggestions, as I would really like to improve upon my abilities; but I don't know how to really improve, so don't worry about holding back . Here is the text if you want to follow along: Wisdom and Spirit of the universe! Thou Soul, that art the Eternity of thought! And giv'st to forms and images a breath And everlasting motion! not in vain, By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me The passions that build up our human soul; Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man; But with high objects, with enduring things, With life and nature; purifying thus The elements of feeling and of thought, And sanctifying by such discipline Both pain and fear,—until we recognise A grandeur in the beatings of the heart. Nor was this fellowship vouchsafed to me With stinted kindness. In November days, When vapours rolling down the valleys made A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods At noon; and 'mid the calm of summer nights, When, by the margin of the trembling lake, Beneath the gloomy hills, homeward I went In solitude, such intercourse was mine: Mine was it in the fields both day and night, And by the waters, all the summer long. And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and, visible for many a mile, The cottage-windows through the twilight blazed, I heeded not the summons: happy time It was indeed for all of us; for me It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud The village-clock tolled six—I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home.—All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures,—the resounding horn, The pack loud-chiming, and the hunted hare. So through the darkness and the cold we flew, And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far-distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy, not unnoticed while the stars, Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away. Not seldom from the uproar I retired Into a silent bay, or sportively Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng, To cut across the reflex of a star; Image, that, flying still before me, gleamed Upon the glassy plain: and oftentimes, When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me—even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round! Behind me did they stretch in solemn train, Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watched Till all was tranquil as a summer sea. W. Wordsworth.mp3