Justin_Case001

It's been a long time since I've written in the blog. *Checking*... holy crap! Almost exactly one year??!! Wow. Time flies. I have something I'd like to talk about. I forget if or how much I've written about this, so I'll just approach it anew, which will be better for someone reading my blog for the first time, anyway. Let's try a hypothetical, shall we? A little thought experiment. This one is more intended for the ladies, but all are welcome to participate. Pretend that you know nothing about me, other than the fact that I'm an adult male. Now make believe that you walk into my bedroom and find that I have a large wall tapestry of a painting depicting a photo-realistic, beautiful, topless mermaid resting on a rock in the ocean. Now imagine that you see my computer monitor and notice that my desktop wallpaper is a picture of a buxom lass in a provocative fantasy gown. You also notice a folder with some adult imagery of women. Then I start up a game and you see that my in-game avatar is a beautiful, scantily clad woman, perhaps with some mods to enhance her beauty further. What are you thinking at this point? What assumptions have you made about me? What sort of person do you think I am? What is your opinion of what you've seen? I often feel alone and misunderstood in this world. Sometimes I feel like the only people who understand me are NSFW mod authors. There is a feeling in my proverbial, figurative heart that I have so much trouble expressing, and it makes me deeply sad and confused that so many people can't understand it. I have always described MLPF as a sort of bastion of sanity in a sea of madness. There are all types of people in the MLP community, as well as here on the forums, but it seems like the percentages are slightly in the more sane direction than the greater world of social media at large. My all but unknown blog with it's two regular readers won't attract much ire, but if I posted my thought experiment on Twitter, I'd probably be maligned as a sexist, shallow, objectifying, chauvinistic, toxicaly masculine monster, and then promptly cast out of civil society forever. Why? There is a fundamental, simple fact about human reality that most people seem hell-bent on ignoring. They either can't understand it, or refuse to believe it. It is this: it is absolutely possible to simultaneously have the utmost respect for women, to view them as real, complex, and equal human beings, and also find them to be the most beautiful and sexy creatures imaginable. So many people (I reckon mostly angry women), seem to believe that loving the female form, being attracted to women, and finding women to be beautiful and sexy is necessarily and automatically tantamount to some kind of horrible, degrading, sexist objectification. This simply isn't true. I am male. I am hetero. I am a very sexual person. I love women. I love the way they look. I love the female form. Does this make me some kind of monster? Does this mean that I don't respect women, or that I think less of them, or that I think they were put on this Earth just to be my eye candy, or just to gratify me? No. Absolutely not. Nothing could be further from the truth. Assuming such things about me or anyone else is unfair and insulting. It's ignorant, and makes the same mistake that you'd be accusing me of--it assumes me to be one-dimensional. I am not. I am a complex person, just like you. I respect women as much as anybody you could ever hope to find. I don't want to use them or take advantage of them. I want to make a true love connection (though it's almost certainly not in the cards for me.) If the plethora of female imagery in my room would have led you to believe I'm shallow or objectifying, you'd be wrong. Why do so many people think that it's bad or wrong to find people beautiful and sexy? When and why did it become wrong to like the way someone looks? How is that anything other than a good thing? Yes, I know--it's because bad people ruin it for everybody, right? There are many, many people who are shallow, sexist, chauvinistic pieces of sh*t, and they've set the standard and caused everyone to think that that's the only way to be if you like the way the female body looks. It's never right or fair to judge individuals based on assumptions and stereotypes. You don't know their mind. People deserve a chance to prove the stereotypes wrong. If someone chooses to surround themselves with pictures of women, perhaps instead of assuming them to be some sort of sexist, woman-hater, maybe consider that they might be surrounding themselves with what they love. If someone surrounds themselves with pictures of cats, it's probably not because they hate cats. People like to look at what they love. It's not a bad thing. It's not necessarily objectification. I've established that I fully respect women. Now let me tell you frankly and completely how I feel when I look at an attractive naked female form. (Don't worry, SFW). I feel completely overwhelmed with indescribable awe and utter disbelief that nature is capable of creating something so ineffably, impossibly beautiful and gorgeous. She is the pinnacle of creation, the zenith of existence, a paragon joy. She is a radiant, divine treasure. A woman, her face, her body, is so impossibly magnificent, so exquisite that her beauty is agonizing. She radiates a beauty so brightly that it hurts to look at her, like trying to stare at the sun with wide, open eyes. How can nature create such a thing? How can a a creature, a form, a body be so perfect, so elegant, so brilliant? How can nature create something that stands so, that sits so, that lays so, that moves so, whose parts and muscles join together to create something so wondrous that I can't comprehend it, whose curves blend together to create something so gloriously, dazzlingly ravishing that it can't possibly be real in this cold, indifferent universe? The notes of each part of her body resonate together to create chords of pure perfection, and each chord joins together to create a symphony of pure ecstasy. She is miraculous--a miracle of nature. It's too much for me to bear. I feel like my heart is going to burst. I feel like my brain can't even process or comprehend such beauty, like my synapses are simply the wrong tool to fathom anything this beautiful. Like a Windows 95 computer trying to run Alan Wake 2, my poor brain and body were never meant to handle this. I dream all day, every day of having a woman to love who loves me. The desire to know her, to be with her, and to sweep her into my arms and hold her like I mean it, hold her in a crushing embrace like there's no tomorrow, share our bodies intimately, and tell her how much I love her hurts more than I can ever describe. I will surely never know such a thing. Was any of that hyperbolic exaggeration? Absolutely not. A little cringy? Perhaps, but every word the absolute truth. That is how I really feel. Truly. Does it make me a monster? I feel so alone because I feel like so many people think such feelings are a bad thing. How can that be? I just don't see how such wonderful feelings can be bad. If you still think that such feelings are sexist, or shallow, or degrading, then I just don't know how to communicate with you. I don't know how else to put it. I don't know what else to say. I am incapable of understanding why it's bad or wrong to find any person beautiful and sexy, and to celebrate it with every fiber of our beings. * * * If I have put my foot in my mouth or made a mess in some way, some of my previous blogs, such as Shallow, or Natural Sexuality might help to clean it up.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? The ridiculousness of characters falling into water on tv and movies. Movie/TV laws of physics: Fall from literally any height and land in deep water, at any angle, and be perfectly fine. Surface tension does not exist. Take no damage. Fall off a cliff, unconscious, plunge 2000 feet, land in water, wake up on the shore, happy as a clam. Actual laws of physics: Falling into water from higher than about 20 feet and landing wrong (i.e. ragdoll, belly flop) risks serious injury. Higher than about 30 feet can result in broken bones. Anything over 50 feet when landing wrong can be fatal. It's like landing on concrete. Falling into water from thousands of feet, like on tv, regardless of how you land--basically 100% fatal. Tip for Hollywood: tv and movies are usually more interesting when consequences are realistic.

Hey. This is a sequel to Episode 81. Quick recap--I hate reading subtitles. Nothing against foreign stuff, just a slow reader, can't do it. It really GMG that Netflix doesn't make it more apparent when something is subtitled and not in your region's native language. I want to be able to tell at a glance. But y'know what grinds my gears even more??! When you actually take the time to scroll down, click on "audio", check to see if subtitles are on or off, and they're off, then you scroll down and see that it clearly says "ENGLISH [ORIGINAL]", so then I start watching, and guess what? *Drumroll* Subtitled. Foreign language. Okay, well, y'know, lots of movies in your native language will have a foreign speaking character, and that's actually part of the plot, and a few lines/scenes have subtitles. That's fine. I can read a few. So I figure it's just one of those. So I wait. And wait. And wait. Like ten minutes in and still not a word of English. I decide to fast-forward a bit. Let's see. Let's just f*ckin' see. I skip around, play a little here, a little there. I watch a scene at 30 min, 45 min, 1 hour, etc. Foreign, foreign, foreign. Subtitles, subtitles. Not a word of English to be found. Oh wait, I finally found ONE person speaking English for a couple minutes at the 1 hour 15 min mark. OMFG. What the sh*t is this f*ck? Is this some kind of cruel prank? Why do they say that it's "English original" when 85-90% of the movie isn't in freaking English???!!! I mean, somebody must know that the overwhelming majority isn't in English (or whatever your region's language is) So why do they do it? What--is it because the director or producer's native language is English? It was paid for by English speakers or something? English speaking companies had some control over it or something? Some legal mumbo jumbo bullsh*t? Is that it? I know, here's a novel idea--how about just listing the Celestia-damned language that majority of the movie is actually in??!! CELESTIA DAMMIT, dude. I can't even count the number of times I've encountered this mean trick. Sneaky, not-really-in-English "English original" stuff. It's buuuuullllsh*t. I hate it. Just tell me the truth, man. So annoying. In other news, I have a big, BIG, BIG announcement about my blog! Okay, that's it. Bye.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? When restaurants list "cheese" on an item but it's actually nacho cheese sauce. Look, I'm not necessarily averse to nacho cheese sauce. I typically only like dipping chips in it without any other ingredients, but the point is that if it's sauce then it should say sauce. If I order nachos that say "topped with ground beef, lettuce, beans, and cheese", then I expect CHEESE. GRATED CHEESE. Not f*ckin' sauce. If it says cheese then it should be cheese, and if it's nacho cheese sauce, then it should say that, Celestia dammit! And that's what really grinds my gears.

My gears. Y'know what really grinds them? When characters separate out either the subject or object of a sentence and move it out in front as a lone fragment in an attempt to sound more dramatic. This is one of those things where you probably have no idea what the f*ck I'm talking about until I give an example. This is where, instead of asking, "Where did you hide the money?", the character will say, "The money. Where did you hide it?" Or instead of, "You must not trust Mr. Smith", it will be "Mr. Smith. You must not trust him." Characters on nighttime dramas do this c o n s t a n t l y, and it drives me nuts. It's just an arbitrary, contrived way to create artificial drama and sound more EPIC. It's dumb. I hate it. It's also one of those things where you may never have noticed it before, but now that it's been pointed out to you, you will never be able to stop noticing it. So... you're welcome. My gears. That is what grinds them. My blog. Thank you for reading it.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? Getting online gaming to work. Gaming graphics continue to surge forward to unfathomable new heights while netcode just seems to rot away in a dumpster. Why is it that no matter how much progress we make, no matter how sophisticated games become, no matter how fast internet connections get, and no matter how powerful computers get, simply getting a lobby of your friends together in an online game and playing for a couple of hours without issue is like some kind of Herculean task, and if you manage to play, it is only by the grace of the gods. I bought Halo The Master Chief Collection on Steam a little while ago, and I had been promising a good friend for some time that as soon as I finished some projects I had been working on and had time, we would do a Legendary all skulls run through of all the games in timeline order. We're both Halo mega fans and veterans from way back, but neither of us has played any of them in a good decade or so. I've beaten the games on Xbox inside and out, but I've never played the 1 & 2 anniversary editions, nor have ever had the pleasure of experiencing them with skulls. A nostalgic playthrough with a new challenge and a fresh coat of paint sounded like such a blast. My friend and I were insanely psyched. The time came and we began our legendary journey. Reach went off without a hitch. It was by far the most fun that either of us have had in a decade. I cannot describe the joy that this co-op campaign was bringing both of us. Then our playthrough ground to a halt when we reached Halo CE and were plagued by frequent, fatal connection desync issues where the non-host player essentially freezes and is unable to interact with anything. It's a permanent, game ending netcode bug. All that can be done is quit and restart, losing hours of progress. And then it happens again. And again. ...and again. Apparently this is a widely known issue resulting from the MCC running on crumbling legacy netcode and never being updated, and 343 has openly stated that they have no interest in fixing it. So, RIP. There's goes the most fun we've had in a decade. I think I know why stuff like this happens in so many games. It's because advertising fancy, reliable netcode doesn't move product with most people, but advertising shiny, fancy lightning, textures, ambient occlusion, and raytracing does. In other words, make game look pretty, make money. If the game looks nice, people will buy it, but who f*ckin' cares if it works, because once you find out that it doesn't, then the company already has your money. Why can't anything every just work? I mean, seriously. WTF? 25 years ago (Sweet merciful Celestia, am I old) my friends and I were sitting around troubleshooting Starcraft and trying all night to get everyone to connect and start the game before someone would get dropped. Now, 25 years, and many gigabytes and tera flops later, and we're doing the exact same f*cking thing. Nothing has changed. We can land a car on Mars and drive it around, we can launch a telescope that can apparently see beyond and before the big bang (or something), but we can't play A F*CKIN GOD DAMN VIDEO GAME. F*CK.

This is a case for why self-driving cars can't get here soon enough. Well, I mean, obviously self-driving cars exist, but, well, you know what I mean. The time when all the bugs are worked out and they're rolled out in full force. Like the cars in I, Robot. That time can't get here soon enough. With cars like that, every car would just start simultaneously in perfect unison, and there would be no slow trickle as each car gradually starts rolling. It would increase efficiency and decrease collisions massively. But I fear that people will simply never get on board with it because of the irrational bias that having our erratic ape brains in control is safer.

There's a gaming season? I mean, I know there's a time when new games are announced. E3 or whatever. But, I mean, it's not like video games are a fruit that's only ripe during certain months! Every day is gaming day! I love games. I used to play a lot, but my gaming hobby stalled and kinda went into hibernation for many years. I've had a rough time for a long time--lotta setbacks, lotta trying issues, lotta work. I'm not gonna go into any detail, but for about the last decade, I've basically played no new games and have just been trying to keep my head above water, dealing with a lot of sh*t, especially mental health. I'm finally at point where things are looking up, paths are clear, and I can start playing games again. I've got a huge list of must-play games that I am really looking forward to. That's an understatement, really. The promise of playing all the games I want to is the only thing that's kept me going these years. I've missed out on so much, and it's not like I'll ever be able to "catch up" or play everything I want to, but it will be fun to try anyway. Games on my to-play list include, but are not limited to: The Witcher 3 Elden Ring Stray Assassin's Creed Origins/Odyssey/Valhalla Far Cry 3, 5 The Horizon games Shadow of the Colossus God of War 4, 5 Secret of Mana Tactics Ogre: Let Us Cling Together Ape Out Carrion Ara Fell RDR1, 2 Pillars of Eternity Neir Automata Dying Light The Forest Conan Exiles Metro Exodus Outlast 2 The Witness The Outer Worlds She Will Punish Them Octopath Traveler 1, 2 Outcast 2 Cyberpunk 2077 My greatest fear at this point is just some societal collapse or catastrophic climate crisis that will end my ability to play games before I can make a dent in my list.

Yeah. that's true. And how do we even define "game"? Where's the line? I think the criteria for an all-time-worst list should be that it was a licensed game that was sold in stores (or on Steam or something like that.) But it's still often a grey area. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde on NES is really bad, and so is Hong Kong '97 on SNES, but I only played those because I watched the AVGN episodes and wanted to try them for myself for a laugh. Because of that, I'm not counting those. I want to make a pick that was something I played organically, discovered it "in the wild", so to speak, and didn't know it would be bad. So, I'm gonna say... Realm of the Paladin, and '90s PC rpg. It was so bad it sucks. It was so f*ckin' suck it F*CKS. ROTP absolutely could have been Nerd material.

Wow. Sorry to burst your bubble, but you could not be more wrong. The zombie apocalypse is one of the most plausible (and probably inevitable) scenarios when it comes to doomsday fiction. But we need to define "zombie", because that's a pretty vague and unscientific term, and depending on exactly what type you're talking about, it may or may not be plausible. Old school zombies may be less plausible, but the modern zombie, such as those from I Am Legend, 28 Days Later, and World War Z are incredible plausible. What we're talking about there is simply a very fast acting, very contagious virus that turns the host into essentially a super-charged late-stage rabies case. Do realize how fast that would spread? No, soldiers most definitely could not just easily kill them before the virus could spread and get out of hand. Look at what we all just suffered through. Covid was the most benign and mild pandemic that mother nature could have cooked up, given all the potential viruses on the menu, and it still wreaked some proper havoc and f*cked things up pretty good. It could have been orders of magnitude worse. It was a dress rehearsal for a far worse pandemic, and we failed miserably and spectacularly. Using the dress rehearsal for a stage play analogy, the whole world face planted, fell off the stage, and knocked ourselves unconscious before the opening line. I'm not sure we could have done a worse job. Now imagine if covid was essentially an ultra fast-acting mutation of rabies that caused people to become raging cannibals within minutes of infection. You really think we could just stomp that out before it starts? A World War Z scenario is not only realistic and plausible, but it seems to me that it's inevitable if we survive long enough. Eventually, nature will cook up a virus like that. There's no reason to think it won't. It's only a matter of time. Our only hope is actually getting our act together before then and being prepared with real, durable, effective pandemic preparedness plans, and hopefully even some kind of adaptive vaccine that protects against pathogens that are as of yet unknown.

AMD, mostly because they are more Linux friendly.

I watch The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. That's my sick movie. Haven't seen it in a long time. Which is good.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? When drivers stopped at a red light take their foot off the brake and start coasting out into the intersection, inching their nose out before the light turns green. I hate this behavior so, SO f*cking much. WHY DO YOU GOTTA DO THAT??!! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO F*CKING IMPATIENT??!! It's not gonna get you there any faster!! Do these ding dongs actually think that they're saving tons of time?? IT DOES NOTHING!! Why can't you just chill the f*ck out and wait until it changes??!! Being this impatient does not save you time, does not get you anywhere faster, does not allow you to complete your tasks faster and have more time for leisure, does not help you do anything more efficiently, and most important of all, does not make you happier. All it does it make you angry and stressed all the time. So just CHILL THE F*CK OUT.

Because it is. But that doesn't mean that we can't enjoy it while we're here. Unfortunately, not all of us are so lucky. Mmm, testify! You and me both, my buh-rutha! (Or sister, don't know which! )

I admired and respected Jeric more than any person here. So tragic.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? "Breakfast" foods. First off, for some odd reason, I hate all traditional American breakfast foods. It's so weird that I would hate all of them, but it's like someone put some kind of curse on me where it makes me hate any food that is universally agreed upon to be traditional breakfast food. So, I'm talkin' about waffles, pancakes, eggs prepared in any way other than hard-boiled, ham, bacon, sausage, hash browns, etc. I can kind of tolerate some of those on their own, but mixed together, like in a big restaurant breakfast entree... *shudders*... ugh. The worst is any kind of breakfast sandwich or burrito. The absolute worst is the beloved Egg McMuffin. The smell alone makes me want to vomit. Imagining the smell can actually make me queasy. But that's not really what grinds my gears. I don't like those foods, but I don't care if you do. Their existence doesn't offend me. Eat 'em til you explode. Doesn't make any difference to me. What grinds my gears is just the arbitrary assignments that we give foods--i.e. breakfast foods, lunch foods, and dinner foods. If I were to eat a cheeseburger for breakfast, some folks might give me guff for it because that's not "breakfast food". Some would say it's too heavy or too savory or something. So... waffles and pancakes dripping with butter and syrup, and an omelet packed with eggs, ham, sausage, bacon, and cheese is fine, but a burger is not. Okaaay. The f*ck?? And then if you want to have those foods for dinner, then you have to call it "breakfast for dinner" like it's some kind of special event. I hate these arbitrary time-of-day assignments for food types. Well, lemmie tell you something--there's no such thing as "breakfast food", "lunch food", and "dinner food"; there's just food. Eat any of it any time you want. End of story.

Many things, but today I'm just gonna say... my facial hair. All body hair, actually. I wish I could make it all stop growing forever. I'd just prefer to be smooth.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? ... ... ... um... uhh... ... ...gimmie a second... ... mm... um.... Dammit. I forgot. It'll come to me in a second... uhh... shoot.... Can't remember. I guess I'll let you know if I think of it. ... OH YEAH!! Just remembered! I f*ckin' hate it when you had something you were about to say, and then you suddenly forget it! Or you walk into a room to do something and suddenly forget what it was. Don't you absolutely hate that?! It's like right there, and then POOF! Instantly gone. It's like your brain just decided, "I don't need this junk," and tossed it out. Just threw it into the garbage. Deleted it. Thanks. Stupid brain.

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? When they throw in the bowling pin sound effect every f*ckin' time something or someone gets knocked over. They do it SO much. I mean, sometimes it'll be the most serious show or movie, it'll be f*ckin' Lord of the Rings, and, like, the Riders of Rohan will plow into some orcs and knock 'em over and they'll make the f*ckin' bowling pin sound. Okay, maybe they didn't actually do it in LOTR, but they did do a Wilhelm scream or two. Anyway, the bowling pin sound is sooo overused. Drives me nuts.

I am waiting... for the next BIG THING. Other things I am waiting for include, but are not limited to: the next pandemic games on my Steam wishlist to go on a good sale Yellowstone supervolcano eruption Avatar 2 to come to Disney+ planetkiller asteroid impact Risk of Rain Returns total economic/societal collapse Dune Part 2 malevolent AI takeover Tomorrow my own death a PS5 with a bigger hard drive would be really nice. (825 GB?? THAT'S IT???! C'mon, we need more!!) Humanity to wake up and stop trying to destroy itself and the world (but I'm not holding my breath)

Yer like.... what?? The hell?? Yeah, I'll explain. Y'know what really grinds my gears? When you see a longtime, beloved fictional character's name written down for the first time in your life and suddenly realize that the name you've known for your whole life is wrong, that you've been mishearing and mispronouncing it for decades. I recently wrote a blog about how the X-Men were a beloved childhood favorite of mine. I always believed that Storm's real name was "Aurora Monroe". Patrick Stewart said it once in the first X-Men movie. That's what it sounded like to me. That's what I've believed for the past 23 years. I never bothered to google it. Never saw it written. I recently started watching X-Men: Evolution on Disney+, and Storm's nephew calls her "Auntie O". I was puzzled as to why, so I looked up the credits on IMDB. Sure enough, her name is "Ororo Munroe". Yup. I heard it wrong for all these years. Feels like my whole world is crashing down all around me, like everything I've ever known is a lie, like nothing makes sense, like I can never know what is real anymore. Yeah, I'm exaggerating and being melodramatic, but I really, really hate it when this happens. I hate change (as I made abundantly clear in a previous GMG episode), and I hate having to readjust to a name that I've grown accustomed to my whole life. Another example from the same franchise is the mutant girl who can walk through walls. More accurately, she can phase through solid matter. Katie is her name. Or is it? Nope. It's Kitty. Kitty Pryde. I heard "Katie" all these years, but I looked her up too. Kitty. Dammit. Celestia, Celestia dammit. I know it seems like a silly thing to complain about, but... well, like... imagine if one of your favorite characters in one of your favorite franchises turned out to have a different name than you thought. Like, imagine if you suddenly found out that all these years, instead of Princess Luna, it was actually... idk... Princess Lana. I mean, it's hard to think of an example that would be plausible, but you get what I mean. That would suck. You'd hate that and have a hard time adjusting. Anyway, I know my upset feelings will pass relatively quickly, but I still f*ckin' hate it.

Yeah, me too. I love those. I guess those feel different somehow. And yeah, it's more acceptable in episodic shows like Simpsons. It really ticked me off when they did it in X-Men: TAS like I mentioned because they had important arcs going on that they didn't even wrap up properly because of a lack of time. Like... you're already short on time, you've got a limited number episodes left in a short final season, you're scrambling to wrap up the story arcs, and you're just gonna throw a whole episode down the drain??!! C'MON!!

Hey. Y'know what really grinds my gears? Episodes of shows where the characters play other characters in some story that didn't happen and doesn't serve to further any plot or character development. I'm talking about episodes where they contrive some reason for one of the characters to tell a story (like the power going out), and then they proceed to read some fairy tale where each of the characters from the actual show are reimagined as the fairy tale characters in a one-off story that serves no purpose. This could be a re-telling of some well-known fairy tale, or a trio of Bible stories or some crap like that, or a completely original and meaningless story. I know you know what I'm talking about, but just drill the point down, this might be, for instance, a fairy tale about Twilor of Sparkleton and her companions Rainbow Hood of Loxley and Gandlepie the Pink, who set off on a quest through the Forest of Darkness to retrieve the Crystal of Who-Gives-a-Sh*t from the mountains of Who-Give-a-F*ck. I HATE these sorts of episodes. I mean, some are better than others--A Hearth Warming Tail was okay--but every time they do one of these episodes in a show, I just feel like it's wasted time. I just think, oh great, ~23 minutes of garbage that didn't happen when we could be using that valuable time to actually further the plot. It basically just means one less episode in the season is how I see it. It's especially heinous in a short season when there's barely enough time to wrap up the real story as it is. Now, Hearth's Warming Eve was different because that actually happened, both in the sense that the play was actually historical fact in Equestria, and in the sense that the mane 6 actually acted in the play for real, so that was good. But most of these sorts of episodes really irritate me. I guess the only exceptions would be the Family Guy Star Wars specials, but that feels like a totally different ball game. Those were hilarious mini-movie parodies. I'm talking more about episodes of more serious shows that aren't even meant to be funny, and the fairy tale episodes aren't even amusing, but just a colossal waste of time. I recently watched X-Men: The Animated Series on Disney+, and that's definitely not a comedy in any sense, and it does one of those fairly tale episodes. Jubilee tells a story to a bunch of school-children in which the X-Men are reimagined as fantasy fairy tale characters just like I described, and it was a garbage waste of time in a short final season that already didn't have enough time to wrap up the series properly. I HATE episodes like that.