Widdershins

Uhm... guys?  Think I just ran over a frog with my lawnmower...

  Bent over once to poke at some little grey, legless blob and I'm not sure but I must have lopped the legs off a poor little guy... I'm genuinely in tears right now. Poor little froggy was somefroggy's mama or papa froggy an- and I've killed him...

 I know I feel like a heel for making them flee in droves from my lawn like that, but its gots to be done. But running one over and mauling the little thumb-sized amphibian is just feels so much worse. I killed the poor little guy...

gad I feel horrible now, i'm gonna have to mow while bawling my eyes out now...

  ...nobody tell @AmarisNsane about this!

   I just gotta tell myself I don't have any proof for certain that I did... I tried to give the little fr froggies enough time to leap out of the way but sometimes they get all scared and  confused an leap the wrong way and... maybe I need a moment...

 Just lookit that, will ya?

  Literally living in a basement, hair grown out to the point where its clearly at a "Look, there's nothing I can do about it & I just ain't got the energy anyhow to cut it." Open beakers of chemicals, open flame & musty old books, can you even imagine the smell there? Hipster steampunk goggles she's likely picked up for a couple bucks from a secondhand merchant, pants clearly too small because they've either been handed down or she's had around since she was eight and everything else is too dirty to wear... even the shirt is a baggy rag!

    ...you know... sometimes giving up entirely on everything... just makes you immeasurably attractive...

   I can see her face down in that couch after thrown herself ontop of it, almost the entire top half of her body engulfed by matted hair & groaning about stressful that trip to the mailbox was. I sympathize, bruh.

  Yeh. Some might warn me not to romanticize laziness but... well, I won't dissuade you from your own opinions. Mostly because I lack the energy to do so.

     Why do I get the feeling she's trying to make her own gatorade, because she can't afford the vending machine's two dollars because... you know, she's clearly jobless.  

Howdy-Doody, every Boopie!

  Guess what! It's that time of the night again where my human has stayed up so late to the point he's gone mad from sleep-deprivation and given me full reign! Time for da Jokey-Jokes!

   I just recently had the idea to make me a cookbook of all my countless pancake recipes!

     I shall call it the Om-Nomicon! 

          It's got all my favorite flavors in it! From Berry to Buzzsaw! Cheery Cherry to Concrete!

*starts flipping through the pages of the huge, magical tome*

     See here, we got... Strawberry Chintz, Love flavored pancakes, twelve pages of screaming about the sweet release of death forever denied to me, Mulberry Muffin...

     Oh! And when I said "pages of screaming", I didn't mean that it was written. You open the book to that section and it literally screams at you. Which reminds me! Try my new Scream-Flavor! It's Frightfully Delicious!

           ...wait... think that might have been my Leprechaun flavor recipe. You even know how hard it is to juice a Leprechaun?

        ...wait... maybe that's under "Leper Shawn" for my Puscakes... sometimes I wonder why I don't make Tables of Contents...

Anybeing else as outright terrified of Wal-Mart as I am?

 Like, I could swear I feel that ever ten minutes in one I can feel a shard of my life essence being chipped away.

Was walking in one today and I walked past a mother with three kids in tow and I could tell the look of death in her eye. And trust me, I know the Look of Death! It's just such a busy place & every being in there just has this aura around them that they've completely given up on life and are there against their will. 

 I'm quite certain it is literally the worst place on the planet. At least, in some third-world hut country, you have nature nearby to take a walk in. You don't need to worry about reaching out your arm without looking to have your hand run into the remnants of someone else's waste that you know won't decay fully for another hundred years. 

 Just the whole place is stocked like a "best bet" scenario like the grab-bag bins at a thrift store. Just everything shuffled together because if the employees tried any harder they'd catch a disease from handling their own products. 

  I know I need a job & Wal-Mart likes to brag about how they'll hire any body, but I'd rather gnaw my own neck off...

One of my favorite MtG cards:

  A heron is a bird. Birds are often well known for flying, especially in the plane of Innistrad where the pure-silver moon is often equated to the ghostly, mythical herons flying about. Luna was clearly originally a pegasus as she is often shown exhibiting her flying far more often then than her larger sister of the sun. So, from this, we can surmise that flight is synonymous with the moon, thereby Heron=Luna.

So too, she is often related to her own pet to rival Celestia's phoenix, Tiberius the possum, that is just about as nocturnal as she is. A possum also shares many traits with other rodentia like a shrew. If you call a tail a leg, its still a tail, but you can go ahead & call it a leg anyhow, thereby granting it five legs.From this, we can tell that it is clearly fortold in prophecy that Luna's pet rat will overthrow her position as Queen of the Night.

  Going FURTHER down this rabbit hole...

 This can then be speculated to imply that the pony dimension also works along the same celestial guidelines, meaning that their moon is also made of pure silver. This, in Innistrad, caused the development of werewolves therefore...

   Equestrian Werewolves have now been Cannonized! 

*Takes a bow*

   ...but only when the Royal Rodent flies into our dreams may we be mauled by manbeasts.

Happy There's-Going-To-Be-A-Solar-Eclipse-and-Despite--Warnings-To-The-Contrary-I'm-Still-Going-To-Stare-Directly-at-the-Sun-When-it-Happens-Because-Ain't-Nobeing-Gonna-Tell-the-Great-Widdershins-What's-A-Stupid-Idea-Even-if-the-Same-Thing-has-Already-Caused-Me-Irreparable-Eye-Damage-Before-and-You-Know-I'm-Not-the-Sort-to-Let-Common-Sense-Get-in-the-Way-of-Fun Day!!! 

Look, I'll be honest with you. The image one chooses to represent themself online slowly also becomes my image of them. And as such...

  I'm preeeetty sure that your a great big whale lady. You an orca? I'm convinced your an Orca.

That mean your a Killer Whale too? A murderer? Do I need to call the police on you being a hot lady seal-murderer?

  An' yeah, looked 'er up. She is quite the cutie. Not quite cute enough for me to remember her name, of course, but still. 

 Well, turns out I do actually have a Stardust Dragon. Specifically the Spark one. I had forgotten since there's like another five versions that seem mostly indistinguishable from each other or the Blue-Eyes that came before.

  I know that Hipster Ol' Me talks alot about it, but I do think that the revisits the Yugioh franchise have done for the Dark Magician & Magician Girl are pretty nice. They each do their own thing while still being a homage to the original style. There's even a subset of Magician Girls that do their job pretty well with their own flavor, and, admittedly, are pretty darn cute & attractive in their own rights. Like Kiwi Magician Girl, Lemon and so on.

  Do particularly like the Apprentice Illusion Magician girl. There's that air there that they still are there to wage a battle, not just be some pretty face to sell the product. ...still don't like the original blond one though...

  That's how you do it, you know. You can revisit, reuse, dredge up old favorites, but still learn enough to grow & still be your own thing. Like any kid does!

  Miracle Flipper & Card Ejector are my best buddies! <3

Pretty wiped today from going over to the next door neighbors for a meal & boardgame with... like, five others and their spawn sprinting about the place. Of course, that fatigue could also be attributed towards going to bed last night at three to four in the morning... but regardless, proud I got to play a board game for the first time in years & socialize! 

     ...and yes, I prefer the term Spawn over Children. Don't stifle my creativity! Also, paws over hands... claws over feet... which reminds me...

   Just watched a youtube video a little while ago that brought up the concept of "Otherkin" or the other name for it as... Terian? I think? Anyway, kind of just assumed that was a throwaway joke from that one time, but its a term for some who identify as entirely different species then what they are. Now, I likely don't need to point out the fact that I am a clearly delusional soul myself but the silliness of the notion of species dysforia in no way hampers my awe of it. Clearly, as a fellow who's spent his life in fantasy & the potentials I see no harm in fudging the lines of reality.

  If you came to me and said you were actually a dragon, despite all evidence to the contrary, I would still worsh-*cough* whole-heartidly believe you. Because really, what chump doubts a dragon, am I right? Besides, if you have the confidence to say outloud something that ridicu-mazing as that, then I consider you pretty much paramount to having a dragonsoul anyway!

  Me, I indentify as a Draconequus. Which, in essence, means I identify particularly as a certain category that exists solely to defy being identified. 

  All the same, a part of me wants to personally meet a self-professed "Otherkin". You say you have a set of wings & a tail, hmm? Well! Only one real way to test that, hmmmm?  *widening Cheshire Grin*

 Anybeing else remember that one episode of Yugioh GX?  (...wait, GT? I'm getting mixed up with Dragonball now...) Where the nerdy, smart & proper guy asked that question of... well, something along the lines of what card they had a crush on. His was Pikeru, was a super-adorable pink-haired young fairy girl, maybe you'll see her crop up in my avatar sometime soon!

  Well, mine... is this one. The Witch's Apprentice. A pretty basic & old card, but I love that art! I call her Cassanda! 

  For one, yeah. Redheads are awesome. But secondly, she just has that cocky, confident smirk to her that she is totally comfortable in her own magic capabilities. A sort cold & calculating demeanor that is offset pretty darn bad by the old fashioned nightgown complete with widdle poofy ball on her cap. Also, dem wings, mens. Thems wings is soo fwuffy!

  Two things I must notify you of if you've read this far or are willing to pipe up yourself.

  Yes, yes she is completely female. I don't know how you could confuse that matter. She's very feminine. 

 Two: Yeah... That broom handle sure does look a smidgen weird, don't it? What with how oddly intensely close she's holding it and in a direction I think most broom-flyers tend not to use it. I mean... if you was to trace down where that handle and her hips go off-panel...

  There's an almost Selfie feeling to it. Like she's sending a long-distance spell-call to her boyfriend and going: "Yeah, babe. See this broom? This is totally where you'd be right now, babe!" right before the actual witch she's working for puts her pointed foot through the door to barge in and yell about "Stop makin' out wit' me Broom, ya hooligan!!!"

Oh, and for those of you interested, my current avatar happens to be the Tank that I fell in love with... Behold, for it is...          The Panzer Draaagon!!!

 Not only does it both look like something you'd half expect a tank to be decorated as, but its also rather total garbage! Good defense, mediocre attack at best. But when it gets defeated, it blows up and brings an enemy down with it! Not since Kozaky's Mech and Doctor Frankenderp have I seen such glorious, beautiful mechanical Fail! Some day, I should make a yugioh deck of mechanics that either roll a die, flip a coin or erstwhile blow stuff up at random! 

Poor self-management skills aggravating schedule...

            ...sleep-deprivation imminent...

    Confusion Canisters reaching max capacity into dangerous levels... steam from overworked brain pipes causing catastrophic brain fog... Error: Wheat Clog in Output Valve Four. System Failure in Five, 

       Fouuuurr....

 I think I've found my Theme Song:

TENTACLES!!!

 It does also serve as a good entry into Lovecraft's work. Do... do delve deeper. You must know, after all.

AH DONE DID ME A BLOOOG! Click here for cute pics!!!!

   Also, yes, you may hear that bolded part as the "Sploosh!" sound effect from Windwaker. Those who know, know what I mean.

Isn't the half-zombie mad scientist the cutest thing evah?

    Also, on a Side Note: Did you know "Abominable" meant "causing moral revulsion" ???

 Ugh. Lookit that Yeti, Becky. Just walking naked around the wooded foothills in all that sweaty fur. He's such an exhibitionist; you wouldn't catch me being that dumb n' brazen! Get an Armani skirt, you Ape-Man!

Just watched the AVGN go over the accessories to the GameBoy. I am weeping tears of pure Nostalgia.

 Turns out it was released and put out the same year I was born! Turns out you could take pictures with it, print them out, be plugged into shoes, find fish out on a fishing trip, survive direct bomb blasts and even once had the equipment to be plugged into a headdress to sedate the child before surgery or whatever.

  That little brick could do anything it put its 8-bit brain to! Sure, I remember wearing my fingers numb on them little cheap buttons, but if there's anything I'm a fan of that I'd take personally as nerds are wont to do... GameBoy's my boy!!!

...

   I WANNA BE SEDATED WITH A GAMEBOY! I WANNA BE SEDATED WITH A GAMEBOOY!!!

Just awoke from a particularly hopeless & emotional nightmare that had been plaguing my unconscious hours. The first thing I do, as usual, is wake myself up further with Hearthstone. The first thing I do, heal my opponent not only when they don't need it, but when the game is designed mostly for constant lunging at each others throats.

  Hi, I'm a natural Cleric.

So, what I'm aiming to do here... Is grow my Pinkie Pie mane out into a semi-Fluttershy mane. You know, down over the face and to the side. But I think my fur is far too wavy & curly to hold into one direction like that so I know its gonna be a mix betwixt the two of them.

You know what I need right now?

Ice cream & cuddles.

But I can't have that right now. You know why?

Because for one, I'm on an only half-understood diet and I have no friends, family or any sentient contact other than one small, permanently peevish parakeet who's caged in this house with me against its will. 

Been noticing an unweildly balance of too many batponies & vampires in the fandom. We need to offset this with some good ol' fashioned werewolf! Any guesses on the concept of a werepony? Varying levels of feral-ality of course? 

  It's kinda like a Pirates versus Ninjas thing. If your a fan of one, ya kinda obliged to have a burning animosity towards the other. And yes, I have seen a case of Pirate Werewolves! Totally awesome!

 As to which of the main six fits: We do have our dear Flutterbat, and Rainbow Dash's personality totally fits, but... You know what? Rariwolf. There's just something about debonair Rarity going into a veritable Jeckle & Hyde dynamic to stave off her base instincts that gives me that Victorian Steampunk Gothic Horror Air! Also, potential for a little bit of the same dynamic Angel could have with Flutterbat as Opalescence could have with her owner going full wolf.

  And let us not forget Tharja's mega-evolution:

  And for the record, I don't like Camilla for exactly the same reason most don't like Tharja. Justa little too much! Oh, and for those of you asking why I'm putting Camilla above my waifu... just imagine Tharja with a double-bladed axe... I trust I don't require more explanation.

Just got back from my walk around the neighborhood on this lovely overcast day! And, thought crossed my mind while I was out and there in the middle of the street I decided to completely change my gender.

  Womenfolk get, like, so much more options, you know? I am totally rocking this longer hairstyle & this pink-trim backpack is to die for! Do wish I could find something other than a skirt though... still not a skirt sort...

*idly looks down at his/her phone in silence for a bit...*

 ...hmm? Oh, in Pokemon Go.

....

  *poke, flick* Doesn't look back up from the phone*

  ...also in real life.

                   ...for now anyway.

So, If you could blow yourself up like a bomb, just limbs n' chunks of ya everywhere and you only suffered mild discomfort from it & could puzzle yourself back together with a little help... Wouldya do it? 

I would!

You know what you'd call a fanfic where they pair up Flutterbat & Twilight Sparkle get paired together?

  Once Bitten, Twi/Shy!                  My~my~my~

Ooh! Plot twist! Since her magic is what started all that trouble in the first place, it turns out Twilight's blood is the antidote to Fluttershy's fruit-vampirism! 

Eschyuto es de'a, Nyaaaa~?

Anybeing else ever make up their own words to intentionally sound somewhat like an actual language?

  Molmerak    is another one of mine!

I... just have no energy. At all.

 Kinda just had a panic attack scurrying out to gather food. Like, the food you eat converts to waste, your strength too shall wane if you don't constantly try to keep up the same level of capability. I can't help but feel that constantly treading proverbial water just to stay alive is any way to live... and then that causes my doubt of self-worth to come up again...

I'm going to bed awfully late... but still, you would think seven hours of sleep would be enough. 

 It's not easy being a Sophist. I've said that before, that the meaninglessness of life is what gives it meaning, but it is all to easy to pitch back into Nilhilism. 

 It's just... I'm not happy, man. Maybe I'll try my meditation now...