VitalSpark

Yay! Cuddle?

There is a general decline in religiosity in the Western world. I'd suggest that this is mostly caused by a wider exposure to different cultures, allowing young people to realise that they don't need to automatically follow the religion of their parents. That they can reject that and follow a different religion, or no religion, and they will not be alone. Regular church attendance in the UK is now down to about 6% of the population, and falling.

My stance on advocacy is that if you hold an opinion on a matter and publish it (and that includes posting on a public online forum) then you shouldn't be surprised or upset by people politely asking for rational justification for that opinion. Opinions of a religious nature do not get some kind of special exemption from this. Of course, you are by no means required to provide such rational justification. You just shouldn't be offended by people expecting it, nor by them lowering their opinion of you if you cannot back up your beliefs. Being an atheist doesn't make me a genius. (I'd be a genius even if I weren't an atheist.)

"What do you mean girlfriend? I'm his son!"

Mini-fist-pump. Snuggle.

In terms of number of outlets, Greggs and Subway each beat McDonalds in the UK. Frankly I prefer either of them over McDonalds, even if they don't sell hamburgers with chips. If you want a decent hamburger with chips, most pubs will sell you one bigger and far better than McDonalds, for not that much more money. And they'll provide you with a nicer environment to eat it in. And beer! What more could you ask for?

Certainly. Provided she was careful not to poke her horn anywhere it might be uncomfortable.

This is like asking "what weight do I have to be before I stop looking thin"? What signs of ageing do you expect to see to indicate that somebody no longer looks young? Mature choice of manestyle and clothing? Visible wrinkles? Grey hair? Bald patch? Everypony is going to have a different threshold for what "looks young" and what "looks old". And even once you've chosen a threshold for what looks young, that threshold is unlikely to correspond to an exact age range. Some ponies lose their hair younger than other ponies. Some young ponies get their manes cut in more grown-up styles so that other ponies will take them more seriously. Ponies that spend a lot of time in the sun are likely to wrinkle younger. You could say that at 13, females start developing breasts, and males will start growing facial hair, and therefore no longer look young. Or you could say that they start losing their baby fat at around the age of 2 or 3 years old, so no longer look young. This question is so vague that 3 or 13 is just as good an answer as 23 or 33 or 43 is.

No. You'd probably spill the tea all over me.

Because you'll soon be the lead character in tonnes of Rabbit Questioner x ChikoritaBrony shipping.

The answer to life, the universe, and everything, plus one. Do you think Nightmare Jerremy meant 42?

They are. We call them "primates". How to we bring down the global capitalist system?

Man walks into a bar and pauses: at the other end of the bar, there's this guy with a big orange head. Just kind of sitting there, mooning into his drink. So the man asks the bartender, "Say, what's up with the guy with the big orange head?" And the bartender says, "It's an interesting story. Buy him a drink and maybe he'll tell it to you." So the man walks over and introduces himself and offers to buy a round. The guy with the big orange head says, "Yeah, I'll bet you want to know the story, huh?" To which the man replies, "Sure, if you don't mind." The man with the big orange head sighs and says, "You know, I've gone over it in my mind a million times. Basically, it's like this: I was walking along the beach one day, when I stubbed my toe on something. I looked down, and there was an antique brass lamp. I picked it up and dusted it off a little -- when all of a sudden this enormous genie pops out! "The genie thundered, 'You have released me from my ten-thousand year imprisonment, and I am in your debt. I will grant you three wishes as a token of my gratitude.' The man at the bar is agape. The guy with the big orange head continues: "So I said, 'Wow, okay. Well, my first wish is to be fantastically wealthy.' "The genie says, 'Your wish is granted.' And all of a sudden I have rings on my fingers and a crown on my head, and my wallet is full of money and a dozen ATM cards and the deed to a mansion in the hills -- I mean, I was loaded! "So I said, 'Amazing! Okay, for my next wish , I want to be married to the most beautiful woman in the world.' "The genie says, 'Your wish is granted.' And the ocean parts, and out walks this gorgeous woman in this beautiful dress, and she takes my hand and we fall in love and the genie marries us right there. It was incredible. "The genie booms, 'You have one wish remaining.'" The man with the big orange head pauses and sips his beer. He says, "Now, you know, this may be where I went wrong. I wished for a big orange head."

Nonsense. They're made by Kelloggs and sold in most supermarkets. I've just checked the Asda, Tesco, Morrisons, Waitrose, and Sainsbury's websites. They all sell pop tarts. They're horrible. Like soggy toast filled with jam that's hotter than the surface of the sun.

Argh! Have I somehow upset the mafia? (Edit: above has now changed avatar. It was a horse head.)

Because he has a good Monty Python clip on his profile.

Because they only needed to play a short clip of it on the advert to persuade you to buy it. Who's your favourite Cutie Mark Crusader?

No. Scary Twilight.

The creepy thing is that it's not just a coincidence. All the big advertising companies track which sites you visit. (They have ads on those sites, so when you visit the sites, their server records a log of you requesting a banner image. This is how they know which sites you've visited.) Thus they figure out what adverts to target to you. On the topic of MLP in work, I did include some MLP-related examples in a talk I gave about object-oriented programming to around 90 people last weekend.