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*yeets @Cinnamon-Bun into @Princess of Hearts ❤️❤️, sending them both to The Restaurant At The End Of The Galaxy, VIP tables, wine already presented, main course on the way, dessert to be decided*

Ah, obscurity... how you taunt us so. Here... one from the vaults:

When I first saw the show, there were FAR too many people in my life who acted very closely to the way Dashie does... except they were jerks. It took ME a while to warm up to her; she's almost the polar opposite of my own personality, she's arrogant, loud and egotistical... but when I saw her in May The Best Pet Win, it was then that I finally started to accept her. Today, Dashie is an awesome pone, and I've found a respect for her that came through hard won Loyalty and how she is with Scootaloo. Maybe some folks just can't get past the initial vibe... but I did, and I'm GLAD I did, because she most certainly is awesome.

Unless you ask nicely, of course.

@Illiad Easle - @Flow Pitch Point was far enough removed from the quarry proper to be a bit of a walk, but it wasn't so far that it was deemed 'off limits' to the house staff. Though it was dirty, smelled like sulfur and had a tendancy for things to explode within it, Pitch Point had been a part of Blackwater history, and therefre was accepted as part of the quarry itself. Love Bloom wouldn't get in trouble for going there (unless Vylia felt like giving her a hard time, which was possible), but the trip would most certainly take a little time. Silver gave a shy grin at that, putting on a smile that looked... distant. Yearning. But not sad, thankfully. "I hope so too, Blitz; I miss him - besides, if he liked my inventions, I'm SURE he'll like what you've got! He'll flip over your explosive abilities! Well, maybe not actually turn a flip, but more like he'll be absolutely stunned by the sheer POWER you can produce!" Dax gave a slight chuckle. "Well, yeah - Father may not be a very sociable stallion, but he works hard, judges fairly, and provides for all of us. No one really looks at that very often; most of the time, they take one look at his scowl, and decide right there that he's going to be awful to deal with. I'm glad you saw past that, Blitz... though it doesn't surprise me that you did. YOU take more through what actually happens than what might happen, and that woudn't at all be lost on him." When she mentioned the words 'little brother', Dax gave a large and exasperated sigh. "Oglevy kinda IS a bully; he's annoying, sneaky, underhooved, conniving and manipulative. AND, he's a genius, on top of all that. He likes to 'play' with other folks, since they always underestimate him - he's responsible for Mother having to hire twenty-seven different tutors for me, because he keeps running them off. And you don't even wanna know how many tutors Mother's been through for him..." He shook his head. "Worst part is? When he's not being a brat, Oggie can be really thoughtful and nice; he gets so caught up in 'playing' with others, it's hard to keep in mind that he's still just a kid, and that he may be ultra-smart... but he still has a lot of growing up to do." Dax then looked very intently at Blitz, with a small smile growing as he did. "Y'know... come to think of it... Blitz, I think you have a potential to actually be a friend to him, too. I mean, if you charmed Father the way you did, and you dealt with living in the Everfree for so long... well, you might be the shock to the system that Oglevy's been needing for years now! I'll bet he wouldn't be able to pull much wool over your eyes, right? Maybe, if we run across him, you could look him over & tell me if you think you could do it or not? Would you even want to try that?" Dax smiled. "It'd be like putting a long-standing bully in his place; after all, you don't know what sort of terror he can be..." Oglevy followed, keeping at least two steps behind him. "But I thought you wanted to talk about thread counts? What with the Maretese Carpet in Father's study seated at five-hundred count, and Mother's own sunroom circular mat standing at an even two-hundred, you sounded like you knew a LOT about thread counts! Did you really come here to see if you could get a job because you know your thread counts? I'm pretty sure Mother already has a tailor, but there still might be some room on staff for someone who's so very, very knowledgible about thread counts!" He now wore a tiny smile as he walked along behind Gold; this is today's Special Friend, he mused happily. "Would you be willing to put your amazing thread count skills to the test in front of Mother? Because I'm pretty sure that she'd be SUPER impressed with them! All those facts and figures in accounting... why, they must be small fries against your mighty, encompassing and all-too-complete knowledge of those little thread counts, right? I mean, really, Celestia herself might truly have met her match when it comes to thread counts, and it's possible even she would say that your amazing capabilities are even beyond her own abilities, and then she'd have to crown you as the Prince of Thread Counts, and she might even give you a section of Equestria to rule on your own! Wow, I had no idea that all those nifty little thread counts were sooooooooooo important to the hinge of Equestrian society!" And this was only the beginning for Oglevy's newest 'Special Friend'.. Pansy looked at Clod with a raised eyebrow. "A mare, you say? Was running here? Well, we do have a number of busy individuals here, so it doesn't surprise me... b-but I will take a moment to thank you for your help, good sir. I can't offer anything in the way of compensation, unfortunately, but with a build like yours, I'm certain we would happily look over your resume, if you would be so kind as to send one?" Pansy froze. She looked very carefully at Clod, even adjusting her glasses to make sure she was seeing things correctly. "You're... working... for the Blackwaters?" She seemed to be having a mental argument for a moment, trying to figure out what this could possibly mean in her head. As she thought, she looked around the smaller quarry, seemingly trying to find someone... She looked back at him when he spoke, and she gave a nervous smile. "It's... a pleasure to meet you, Mister Hopper. I think I should probably inform you that this-" "IS your lucky day, my friend!" The voice came from behind Pansy, and she jumped as she heard it, then seemed to straighten her posture and simply wait. Slowly coming into view was a LARGE zebra, decked out with a security vest and a pair of smart shades that covered his eyes from view. He was almost a dead-match for Clod in muscles, though the zebra's frame looked a bit smaller than the farmpone - more compact. But he was a walking representation of power, and he now walked up to Clod and looked him right in the eyes... or at least, Clod might assume that, because the shades were as dark as a moonless night. From Pansy's other side came another stallion, a unicorn. He was wearing an affable smile, but he looked greasy; his coat had weird dapples and spots in it that made it look like it would have been dirty, even right after a bath. He wore a shirt and striped vest combo that gave him a sophisticated look, but the gleam in his eyes told the story of someone who was looking to get as much advantage over others as possible. "Did I hear you right, that you just assisted one of my workers with, if I'm right, 'taking a bunch of stuff', and that such a fine, hard-working stallion as yourself is working for the Blackwaters?" The zebra was expressionless, and just stood there like a statue as the smaller, skinner, greasier stallion began to walk a circle around Clod. "You certainly have the muscle for the job, I'll grant that. My name, good sir, is Jasper Cragg... and, if I may ask, did you happen to catch the name of the employee you were assisting? I mean," he added with a smile, "if you really did such an excellent job, then I would want to hear how good you did straight from the employee's mouth!" Pansy gave Jasper a bit of a skeptical stare, but she said nothng.

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A pre-teen gremlin. And this is..?

... and MTV's Liquid Television!

Oh, let's see... M.A.S.K., Dinosaucers, Terrible Thunderlizards, Kidd Video, Turbo Teen, Taz-Mania, Monchichis, The Ewoks and Droids Adventure Hour, Centurions, The Challenge of the Go-Bots, Tranzor Z, Star Blazers, Mighty Orbots, C.O.P.S., Speed Buggy, Spartacus and the Sun Beneath the Sea, Belle & Sebastian, Laff-a-Lympics, The World of David the Gnome, Pinwheel, You Can't Do That On Television, DTV, Turkey Television, Mad Movies, USA's Night Flight, Tales From The Darkside, The Roman Holidays, Wheelie & the Chopper Bunch... I could go on, but I figure I should stop here.

Allow me to begin by saying that I am weird; remember that. I've been on this site for many a moon, and I have experienced a number of joyous moments, a small hoofull of sad or trying ones, a great amount of fun ones and even one or two angry ones. All those moments, do understand, will live on in my mind for as long as I can remember to hold down the [RESET] button before I turn my mind off each time I manage to sleep. There are a surprisingly large number of individuals who have become fun and fine friends during my time here; some have left, and one of two have even ascended to Cloudsdale, so to speak. There's a number of dopey, silly and just plain embarrassing things that I've contributed to during my time here, and there's even more moments I've shared with folks here that I shall treasure for the rest of my existence. But that's not why I'm writing this. I have to tell you wonderful folks a few things; I have to get you to see things from my perspective, if you ever want to understand why things are the way they are. Because with three, you get eggroll. And this is only a single, passing point on the map before reaching five. Because five is right out, you see - they said so in the film, and I'll not be one to begrudge them that, since they did it before I did this. I figure it's a fair cop. But that's not why I wanted to write this out for you fine, wonderful folks; that has little to do with it, but it does have some bearing as to what I'm engaging you about. It doesn't matter one whit about stuff like the above wasted paragraph, because the subject of this particular blog entry is one of the heart. And possibly of the stomach. Maybe even in the colon; we don't know - the lab boys say they'll get back to us on it. And they will, too - as they say in the Main Hall; no work, no eat. Those bastards got lazy and complacent during their time in college; I say we mow 'em down with 300 things at once on their first day; that way, if they still manage to do it, you know they're a keeper. Still, I have to tell you why I had to finally sit down and write out this blog entry; I mean, it's not like I'm just sitting in bed, playing my XBOX One in between Overwatch matches and RP replies, y'know? Okay, that's the way it was when I didn't have a job, mayhaps... but that's not important at the moment. Well, semi-important, at best. Maybe a bit more than I give it credit for, sure, but not as much as folks tend to make such a fuss about... and trust me, people will make a fuss over anything. LITERALLY. But I'm getting off track, here - the idea is that I'm supposed to be telling you about something that's been on my mind for quite some time now. It's something that affects you, that affects me, that could possibly affect everything... but, most likely, it won't affect a thing, and my personal horror and paranoia is all for nothing. Still, gotta keep an ear out for such possibilities; hunt them down when they appear, and show up with my rubber TOMY water-gun. Show 'em all who's Boss then, am I right? No, no... I should stay on track. There's too much to say to not take the opportunity to say it. At any rate, I just wanted to make sure to communicate my point here, so that in the future, it can be clearly told that I wasn't any sort of compliant accomplice of anyone else's agenda here. What I do, I do of my own free will, my own choice, my own pinkie toe, my own liver, my own 5th vertibrae; the actions I take are nobody's but my own, and I will end up owning up to them, as I don't believe in owning down to anyone. That's just dumb. But to be completely honest with you all, I can't ever seem to be able to spell out loud, verbally. I mean, typing or writing? Eeyup, I have those down PAT... but verbally? No way. It's like trying to solve a Rubik's Cube with your sense of smell alone. Still, you give me a writing utensil and a dry scrap o' paper, and I can take over the world! I mean, really, do you have ANY IDEA what folks actually talk about around you? Listen in on the right convos, and you can even get passwords and pin numbers - and being clever is being quiet as you gather those all up, and send them off to whomever you please... possibly even someone who washes behind their left knee only on every seventh Thursday, back behind the school bleachers, in the middle of the day, because it was hot and she was pretty, okay? It wasn't MY fault she had a 'wardrobe malfunction'! Still, I think it's finally time for me to approach the crux of this blog post, at long last. I don't think I want to stall any further. *sigh* Here goes: To all of you who have loyally and completely read the drivel above, I say thank you; the title of the blog entry was nothing more than bait to bring you here, so that you would intently read the chaotic ramblings of an old smartass like me, just to see what 'dire' news might have followed. For those of you who have made it this far, this entry was written; I have no plans to leave this site any time soon, but now I'm amused that you read through all that silliness above just to get to this point. I say unto you: April Fool's. Consider yourselves pranked, and you're welcome. I warned you at the very beginning, didn't I? Thank you to everyone who ever communicated, reacted or even just passingly waved at me; I love each and every one of you, and will remember many of you for a long, long time. Keep up the good work, Forums - excelsior!

Among my favorite songs for these eras: 1970's: 1980's: 1990's: These are just some examples of what I listen to.