PlunderSteed

First...your avatar is adorable. Second, YES I get the White Pony reference (Passenger is a wonderful/haunting song)! Third...Gilda FTW

The banner is relevant to me today. I just quit an MMO group that has been my friends for the past 2 years. I still love them, and I wish them the best....I just can't sink any more time into an escape from the real world. The planet is just too big to escape from, yet too small to escape its notice.

Bronypalooza footage here. I'm the one with the blue Mohawk and yellow goggles. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zkPSMdZmvqs

Bleaching my hair so I can dye it as part of my BronyCon costume. Stupid peroxide...now to sit for an hour of itching that I can't scratch.

PM me if you want a free place to crash for Bronycon. Hotel is near the convention center. We'll skype beforehand, so we can be mutually assured that the other is not a creeper or something.

Just finished a 24 hour work shift. Significantly sleep deprived and slightly buzzed...time to pick up where I left off writing that underdog song.

Whoah...badass banner today

Hey you...how's life?

Not a complaint; just an observation: my sleep schedule is a heap of smoldering wreckage. Yesterday I slept from 10am-6pm, due to work schedules. Right now it's 5:15am, and I have to be at work by 8am for another flip/flopped shift. I guess I'll watch an episode, then get an hour and a half of sleep. I've been re-working my way through season 1, and I'm up to Call of the Cutie.

I watched E for about 40 seconds just now. My takeaway: fuck the Kardashians. Clueless. Useless.

Sitting in the theater. 5 minutes until EG starts!

Raining like a mofo right now. Difficult choice to make: run to my car and get soaked or walk down the hall, have a beer and wait it out?

Yesterday a major piece of my BronyCon costume arrived in the mail. It came from a company in New York, and I ordered the smallest size they make...but it's still too baggy. *shakes fist at the "norm" of overweight Americans* I'll have to alter it significantly so it doesn't look like a Slipknot jumpsuit.

Feeling lazy this afternoon. So glad we can drink beer at work.

Sitting on the balcony, enjoying a cigar and Chianti.

It took me 2 years to come to terms with this, but it bears mentioning now: Rarity is fucking hot.

I'm a'headin' for the last roundup. For now, anyways. We ride.

Ugh. My boss has gotten in the habit of offering critique in areas that he himself has no room to talk. Time to go sit next to him for the next 16 hours. -_-

Just got the call. I got 8 hours of sleep, but I'm still very tired. Time to start an 18 hour work day.

Sleeping pills kicking in. Nice and fuzzy. Dulls the hunger a bit. I'll be up in time to see the moon rise, though. That's the part I look forward to most.

You coward. You servant. You blind man. Back to the front.

Hmm...it's been over a year, and now I'm pretty sure this scar from the smallpox is permanent.

Schedule is all dorked up, thanks to a noon meeting that interrupted my sleep cycle. Blah.

I'm not sure what day of the week it is.

I got shot at last night. Maybe 10 or 20 rounds. It was awful: I had to fill out a bunch of forms afterwards, and nearly missed breakfast.