Kobold King

I've been pretty much addicted to this song since hearing it in an MLP fan video. Still have no idea what it's about, but I sure love the tune.

Missy and a Dalek explain Internet disagreements:

I was never in the public school system. All my education was covered at home, from first grade till the day I graduated.

Did you happen to Snap, by any chance?

It's good that he's taking you in, or else I'd be shaking my fist and decrying him as a monster right now.

Sour cream for meat Taquitos, but cheese-stuffed Taquitos are sticks of purity and radiance which should never be defiled with a condiment.

Taquitos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Now I want to go live with your brother. Anyway, I'm glad you'll be out of the zone of active fire soon.

There's a giant nuclear explosion in the sky, and on the days when it flares the brightest overhead, spilling the most of its radiation through the blackness of space and bathing our tiny little world with it, we sniff the clean air and say it's a great day for a picnic.

Hey Twi, why don't you have-- * beat * --a spritzer bottle to use on people who ask you why you don't have a boyfriend? Or really, just a spritzer bottle in general. It sounds like you come into contact with a lot of highly spritzable people.

Edge "Danger" Dancer, you are hereby ordered by the Council of the Question to do a version with Voidgaze in payment for your crimes against decency.

Long-term precognition, the ability to see centuries or millennia into the future. Imagine being able to see nuclear wars or alien invasions or devastating famines while being utterly incapable of doing anything about it. You'd wind up like the mad prophetess who was ignored when she predicted the fall of Troy. There are a lot of nice ones, but Slowswift and LarkoftheRiver have particularly awesome ones. Make New Friends But Keep Discord. I'm sure glad this one came along, because before it's airing I had absolutely no idea how to answer this question. I love how the episode characterizes Discord, as he effortlessly bounces back and forth between harmless goofball and eldritch abomination. I love the humor in his antics, Maud Pie's deadpan snarking, the adorableness of the alien Smooze, and above all else, the best pony ever who was introduced in the episode.

Not just infinite Funtimes, but infinite Arsenals chasing them around and forbidding them from having fun?

Some mistrunners just want to watch the world burn.

I want to go on the record saying that your mom sucks.

I'll definitely pray. I wish you were close enough to Texas to make staying with us a possibility--we'd take you in, if you weren't creeped out by the idea of staying with a family you know over a fantasy forum. But as is, all I can do is pray. And pray I will.

My pet peeve: people who deny that climate change is anything but the after-effects but the invasion of the winged cyber-dolphins who even now have all the leaders of the planet clutched in their nefarious fins. THE SIGNS ARE THERE. WAKE UP SHEEPLE. More seriously, I hate it when people mock idealistic works of fiction like the Superman mythos and My Little Pony, and say that everyone should enjoy gritter works like Game of Thrones and Warhammer 40k. I respect people who prefer darker material than I do, but I wish those same people would respect those who'd rather concentrate on the sunnier things in life.

Need some duct tape?

No. Not even a chance. It might be one thing if Mars were a habitable planet with a blue sky and lush greenery and squirrels in every tree, but with Mars as it is, a colony would be a bunch of people rattling around inside an airtight bubble till the end of their days. If you hate being trapped inside due to bad weather, like I do, Mars would be Hell incarnate. On top of that, to even get there you have to move through space, which is a terrible, terrible place full of cancer-causing radiation that permeates through ship shielding. A lot of astronauts come down with cancer, and I don't want to be the first person on Mars to have a space tumor. If I get there with my genome intact, what exactly am I going to do, bottled up as I am in the deadlocked facility? Carry heavy things for people smarter than me? Help grow potatoes, maybe some tomatoes so we can have ketchup along with them? What am I going to do with my free time? Listen to disco music I suppose, if The Martian is anything to go by. But here's the big thing. A colony to Mars is helping the people of Earth in precisely one respect: making uninhabitable land habitable. That's what I do every day. I live on a stretch of the driest, deadest, most arid acreage in central Texas, land that was killed decades ago by cotton plantations that pulled every last nutrient out of the soil. I work tirelessly to add more nutrition to the land, composting every bit of organic matter I can get, and slowly making this land as lush and fertile as it can possibly be. What's the difference between what I do here and what I'd be doing on Mars? I'll tell you what the difference is: here, I have my family laboring by my side. You guys can have Mars. I'm staying here, on the green Earth I was put on, because that's where I'm needed most.

Thanks, guys! (But shame on you, Quiver. You know darn well that I can't outdo Fleet or Symphony Rocks or Constellations or Daring Do and the Perils of the Platinum Palace. Don't rub my inferiority in my face with your heartless jesting. ) Still debating whether to type up the sequel, which would pretty much just be ponies talking at Stiff's funeral seventy years later. My original concept was to show a snippet from the life of every generation of this family from the pre-Hearth's Warming era to the end of Discord's reign, potentially stretching it to the Nightmare Moon crisis, but I'm unsure of how far I'll go with that. Oh, and a bit of behind-the-scenes trivia for you guys: Knight Wing and the gray mare are the direct ancestors of the pegasus jerks that call Dash "Rainbow Crash" every time she goes to Cloudsdale. This is a true headcanon which I most certainly didn't just make up off the top of my head.

Behold, the future of Doctor Who... if Moffat runs out of ideas.

If I enchant a strand of a virus's DNA and it replicates its genome, will the replicated virus possess the same enchantment as the original? Can I use this principle to create an ultra-contagious virus which causes everyone on the planet to become permanently and irreversibly happy?