Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

Come on Hasbros

Your show, and its associated toy line, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic have been out for more than a year.

Selling stuff to girls should be important to you.

Not just important-in-america-important. Globally important.

You are doubtless aware that your show has gone viral. You know that people everywhere are clamouring for your product.

I, personally, would love to own legal copies of the show. And give legal copies to my friends and family.

Alas, that cannot be.

Just like the pitiable collection of MLPFiM toys here in sunny Queensland, the video racks at the shops are kinda sparse.

I mean, I’d love to make some people vomit by subjecting them to Twinkle’s Merry Christmas Adventure or whatever the hell, but I want the cool ponies. I want Ms Faust’s ponies. On DVD or Blu-ray. I’d prefer Blu-ray, but it has been kinda slow to take off.

My money is sparse, this year, and I want to spend it on things of worth.

Such a pity that your marketing department is asleep at the wheel.

Come on, Hasbros! It’s Cashmas! The time of year when every capitalist’s withered heart beats pit-a-pat at the thought of wringing every last cent out of Mr and Mrs Average Householder. You should be pumping product out every-damn-where.

But no.

All I have are foot-wide sections in the Pink Aisle with Talking Baby Cheerilee and Walking Baby Pinkie Pie. And one DVD in the kiddie’s section with saccharine-overload specials of yesteryear.

If I was you, I’d be marketing the living shit out of MLPFiM as fast and as far as physically possible.

I must have more marketing genius than thou.

A Poem - not mine.

Australia

When the shearing sheds are silent and the stock camps fallen quiet

When the gidgee coals no longer glow across the outback night

And the bush is forced to hang a sign, ‘Gone broke and won’t be back’

And spirits fear to find a way beyond the beaten track


When harvesters stand derelict upon the wind swept plains

And brave hearts pin their hopes no more on chance of loving rains

When a  hundred outback settlements are

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Who's Your Favourite?

It’s inevitable, really.

The instant you mention you like My Little Pony, you get asked “Who’s your favourite?”

Isn’t it okay to love them all?

I don’t choose favourites. The things I love, I love equally as much. Love is a fountain that never diminishes, to me. It should be shared as such.

Which is why my imaginary harem contains a shapeshifter, a giant purple talking crab thing, and three different versions

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So I Might Have Poisoned Some People...

Not on the scale of ratsak for sugar. No. It was round-up. On weeds.

How can that poison people, you ask.

These were weeds on the fence that we’re fixing up so the dog can’t get through. Hubby told me to go spritz the weeds along the fence line, so I did. Fast forward a few minutes and Hubby and Brother-in-law have now decided to go whipper-snip the back fence and pull all the weeds out.

The last

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Clever Dog, Not Smart Dog.

The hound, by daylight known as Max, loves rounding up our neighbour’s cows. I’m pretty certain that the neighbours feel less than charitable about that.

Another neighbour dislikes Max barking at the cows, the birds, etc. while he’s on his leash and has complained. Twice. I’m sure he has a few names for the dog that aren’t printable.

So in order to keep both neighbours happy, we have been attempting to fix

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F*king Cashmas Carols

I usually refer to the Great Christmas Shopping Push from October to December as “Cashmas”. It isn’t the slightest bit about celebrating the holiday season, it’s about getting your money.

Buy a tree. Buy decorations. Spend a fortune on rellos you hardly ever see because it’s that time of year and you have to show them you care and why not use that credit card until it smokes?

Yeah. How about fuck off?

I

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Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

Someone, somewhere, theorised that we spend half our lives waiting for something to happen.

Be that in a queue or in waiting rooms, or sitting around and waiting for someone in power to get the thumb out of their divot and get things done.

I, currently, have wasted half my day waiting for the men of the house to get their hairy arses into gear so we can finally finish fixing that fucking fence. They apparently spent all night programming - at

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Changing Worlds

I thought I’d take a break from OWS for a bit to discuss my writing. It is why I started this blog in the first place. Thinking of something to write every day has had me quasi-geared towards finding material for my blog. Great.

But it’s been keeping me from my indfic.

Thank goodness for fanfic.

I love writing fanfic. There’s so much less one has to explain, keep straight, or look up. An admired writer

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A Quarter to 2AM

Monday 28th of November.

That’s when I sat down to write this. Give or take a few minutes.

Someone rang our phone and hung up. Twice. Long about midnight.

As a means of waking me up, it’s very effective.

Once I’m awake, no matter what, I can’t get back to sleep.

It doesn’t matter how tired I am. It doesn’t matter what time it is. It doesn’t matter

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Sometimes, I Dispair.

There are times when the human race amazes me. There are also times, like this morning, when I just want to leave the race and sit on the sidelines until all this unholy malarkey is good and over with.

People elected Obama in the hopes that he would be able to fix things. Then the people woke up and realised every last politician has been sold to corporations. Now we expect a politician [sold to the highest bidder] to fix things? Um.

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Slogans From My Back-Brain

I keep thinking of things to chant, even though I’m currently unable to participate.

Stuff like this:

All day! All night! Occupy our rights!

We want (clap clap) us free (clap clap) to build a better e-con-o-me!

You had your fun! You got your bonus! Now pay us back! The banks owe us!

Yeah, the last one’s a little complicated for chanting and marching. It’s more of a last minute thing. I’ll doubtless think

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