Well i’m back…. i hope

So After rescuing my dog twice (once from the shelter once from medical doom), Thanks too all my supporters!  Thank you to everoen who donated and brought down the price of my dogs medical bills and allowed me to keep him alive and keep him.  I really appreciate it.  Sorry i have been gone for so long life came at me fast, i got busy with work, gym, boyfriend (yes i finally got one!) dog training, and all of my blog/film dreams fell behind.  I’m doing my best to catch up but it’s been really hard.  i’ll give a new update as soon as possible.  I’m also broken right now so i’ve been on crutches for two months. >.< poo on that noise, hopefully i’ll be recovered soon and be getting back involved in life~!

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Not my dog, but more on that later

On Bronies… or how to love and tolerate

Let me start out by saying I LOVE MLP:FiM (except for that Allicorn BS) my favorite two ponies are twilight sparkle and Nightmare Moon… I also have a soft spot for Fluttershy and Dr. WHOOVES… and who doesn’t love Derpy? Wait, this is turning into an invasive list… do somethin’! I will love and tolerate you to death!

So loving the show and loving what little bit of bronies I experienced from Etsy (my favorite shops are here https://www.etsy.com/shop/MadScientistsLab?ref=l2-shopheader-name and https://www.etsy.com/shop/EmporiumOfFluff?ref=l2-shopheader-name we ended up breaking all our pony glassware though, we have to order more eventually… some of other pony stores are currently on vacay though I’ll put them on blast when they get back. In a good way of course.), and My Little brony(link), I decided to search out that which I believed to be illusive. The brony. Oh my, was I unprepared.

In an effort to meet people, including hopefully “the one” or at least, the one I can tolerate until Sephiroth becomes a real person.


 one of my first loves

I joined meetup.com (link) in 2013, its a website designed for people to make new friends (and boyfriends but that’s another post entirely )doing stuff… Click on the link they explain it better and I’m not here to sell the site for them. On a whim, hunting for these bronies, I found them! A group of Bronies was meeting up at a bar near my house! I was so excited!

I’m shy by nature and sometimes because of this I can come off as standoffish. But I figured that finding the Bronies they would love and tolerate me and want to hang out.   Bronies don’t judge, they accept. Bronies are friendly and try their best to be like the ideals the MLP: FiM puts forward. Willingness to meet new people, not judging a book by its cover, friendship is more than this, etc. etc. And the Bronies, the guys who awesomely step away from the BS man children that society likes to pretend are real men for the love and tolerance of others, the ones that embrace kindness to others, creativity, supporting those around you, and just being a good person while still being badass. Yeah, Bronies. Clearly, loving ponies, internet subcultures, and loving memes would be enough for me to make my first foray into Bronyville, right? It didn’t matter that most Bronies are described as still in high school and I am much closer to my mid thirties then my mid teens. I was going to meet Bronies, I could show off my pony schwag and my new ears, and we could talk about ponies and the show and they would tell me about Brony Con and all the cool stuff and maybe there would be a guy there my age who I could… get along with.


 His Sword’s real name is Fluttershy

So I told my friend who introduced me to MLP that we were not alone in our area and there were other lovers of the show in the area who we could meet up with and talk to! We were so excited! We had up to that point not been able to convince any of our other friends about how legendary ponies are but now there would be a crowd full of acceptance and tolerance that we could hang out with, and they were old enough to drink!


Technically still too young to drink…


So we donned our ears and went to the bar!


I fucking love my Twilight Sparkle ears


 Sephy would love them too…

What met us there was not exactly what was expected. We were a little… I don’t even know how to say this but, not comfortable, is putting it nicely. Explaining that day and that bar and that situation is one of the hardest things for me to do. I love ponies and everything they stand for… I support bronies… in a way… this was just weird, and I Specialize in weird. Weird is my thing, I’m off center, slightly of kilter, the shortest phrase you could use to describe me would be “Slightly disheveled”. You could say I’m eclectic if you were nice, sporadic if you are not. The word Nerdy could go either way these days. I fit in at Renn faires, goth clubs, dive bars, metal concerts, science convention, rocky horror picture shows, star wars marathons, you name it and if it’s not “normal” I go there… and I haven’t felt this ostracized since before high school, and I was the president of the Anime club in my high school. Shit I still host anime weekend once a year. Everyone who was there already knew each other, most of the other people there made no attempt to talk to us until after they were drunk. It’s not that they weren’t nice, it’s just that they didn’t seem interested in us. We were noobs… They tried to sell us pony schwag, they tried to hit on my married friend, someone puked on my shoes, asked us if we had brony names (which we didn’t because we were noobs), asked us if we read equestria daily (which we had never heard of because this was our first time) and I’m sure if they ever see this I’ll be kicked out of their meetup group. They have DRAMA. And just because they were at the bar did not mean they were far enough away from high school to not do some crazy and or stupid shit… like puke on my shoes, or be braggarts to the two new girls, and ignore us after they realized that we were older than them and not going to take them home. No seriously, I didn’t want to give any rides that day, we were right next to a bleepin’ metro station.   Now wait! Don’t judge just yet! I didn’t blow them off or never come back out again, but I have to admit, I haven’t had much better experiences. I went to laser tag… Very few people spoke to me, hell the people I met at the bar didn’t even speak to me again. I was so happy to see people I knew that I didn’t care about the shoe puking thing. Not A Word. I waved at them and started to approach, they looked past me and went to hang out with their friends… what? Did I offend someone with my mere presence?


his Pony name is Snob (someone please put ears on this and e-mail it to me, or even better make me a brony sephy…I will love you forever, plus free publicity)

It’s partially my fault. I’m a pussy socially awkward type who was surrounded by socially awkward types who all know each other… But this, this was like when I showed up to magic club halfway through the school year and they said I was too kool to play Magic and to go back to the D&D club where I belong. Was I just kicked out of the library for being nerdy about the wrong thing? teh fuck? (true story, they told me that I was not welcome to play magic with them and kicked me out of the library, at least the computer club accepted me for who I was… President of the Anime club)


My friend and I went to Brony Con last year… I have to admit I was having anxiety. I was glad she was there, because you know what even the Bronies I recognized from the last two Brony events I made it to still didn’t speak to me. I’m sorry that I didn’t make my Twilight Sparkle sleeves from scratch (seriously I was judged for that), sorry I only made three meetups (a lot of them are at houses so that the under agers can come, and I’m just too socially awkward to bust into someone’s house whom I’ve never met).


this is how i deal with my social anxiety

You know who was really nice to us? The ones who were friendly and we could talk to? The vendors, and the out of towners, the etsy store owners who traveled from all over the place to share their pony stuff at reasonable prices. Why? Because I had spoken to them before, I helped their small business, they wanted my money maybe. I was a fun customer and I gave gifts from their stores.  Because they are awesome sauce? Who knows. However they were AWESOME!


Assassin Brony knows how to party

I had a lot of fun with them. I even talked to some I had never met, but who I want to meet again. I got my picture taken with a bunch of ponies/bronies who were all much nicer to me than my local chapter. Maybe its because I’m a rando, or I’m older, or not a teenage boy, or maybe its because I don’t go to enough events, or maybe everyone was so nice because they thought they would never see me again.

Image(at the time of posting i couldn’t find the picture Zecora and I, so here are two other awesome anthros to demonstrate the point)

However, I refuse to give up. I refuse to let the dream die… I will hang out with my local bronies and I will go their events because I wanna love and tolerate them, and be accepting of them. …


except for this guy,









If you would like to help me design and pick a pony name, i would love to hear from you in the comments.  I have no idea what to pick. Hell, maybe i can give you a prize for your help.  Back to the list thus far;

  1. Do my hair*
  2. Fundraise for my dogs vet bills (please click here to donate love and moneys~!  https://www.facebook.com/Sundance1822 & http://www.gofundme.com/SundanceArcher Image
  3. Train my dog to stop whining (also known as communicate better with my animal)*
  4. Take my dog to obedience class*
  5. Pay all my bills *
  6. Get my A+
  7. Cook dinner every night*
  8. Mix drinks at home instead of buying beer
  9. Become a regular at a bar that’s not failing
  10. Read all the books *
  11. Watch one dvd on my Netflix every night
  12. Go to the doctor to get my things fixed
  13. Do my laundry *
  14. Clean my room *
  15. Get my own pimptastic camera
  16. Learn how to use my friends camera*
  17. Get my degree in anthropology
  18. Learn how to act*
  19. Do agility with my dog
  20. Get a canine good citizenship award for my dog
  21. Teach my dog to do search and rescue
  22. Work on my documentary *

No escape from PA moment this week, clearly it’s been a tough one, here have some good news. I’m going you should too!

Next time: my issues with writing a blog (maybe), and what the hell happened to my dog? Aka #2, Pony name contest, what the hell is wrong with your dog? aka #3, dating in the internet age, how do you know when obedience is complete? aka #4. i used to be a Nice Guy tm, how am i still broke!?!? aka #5, the difficulty with art…

and whatever else.  Ask me a question dear reader and maybe I’ll give you a post,


It’s ROBerson!

Originally posted on Avoiding Neverland:

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Hey, Robes!”

Two senior boys popped through my classroom door along with the sophomores making their way into class after lunch.  Their laughing exclamation was not referring to articles of clothing, but a mispronounced abbreviation of my last name.  These two boys stopped in my room with the sole purpose of calling me “Robes.”  And in that moment, a dreaded vision of my future at this school flashed before my eyes.

During the lunch announcements, another teacher had referred to me as “Mrs. Rōberson” with a long “O” sound, like the word “row”.  It’s supposed to be pronounced “Rŏberson,” as in the word “rock.”   My name is like “Robertson” without the “T”.  The senior boys were amused because last week we’d had multiple conversations in just one period with their class about how to say my name.  “It’s ROBerson,” they’d heard…

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Kosher cava and other stellar seder sips

Originally posted on Eatocracy:

Ray Isle (@islewine on Twitter) is Food & Wine’s executive wine editor. We trust his every cork pop and decant – and the man can sniff out a bargain to boot. Take it away, Ray.

Yep, it’s true. Mere days before Passover, Manischewitz, the most well-known maker of kosher wine (not to mention matzos), has been sold. The announcement came this past Tuesday; the buyer was Sankaty Advisors, an affiliate of Bain Capital.

Never mind that Bain’s most famous co-founder was, of course, Mitt Romney, who’s Mormon and a non-drinker—there’s some sort of cosmic unlikeliness there that’s just too strange for the brain to handle. But I am going to go out on a limb and say, regardless of who will now profit from all of those many bottles of Manischewitz Concord Grape wine, there are other choices out there for Passover. And some of them are…

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An Open Letter to Michele Bachmann

Originally posted on It Seems To Me...:

Michele Bachmann suggested that the gay community is bullying Americans and politicians.  You can read the full article and hear the clip for yourself here. This is my response.

Dear Michele Bachmann,

I would like to provide you with a definition of a word that, for all your legal experience, you seem not to comprehend. The word “bully” has become a buzzword, a convenient way for adults who are losing an argument to shut down the conversation. When your back is against the wall, you call someone a “bully” and if they don’t allow you to gracefully exit the argument you get to say, “SEE! They ARE a bully.”

Except, that’s incorrect. “Bully” is defined variously as “a person who uses superior strength or power to harm, intimidate or influence those who are weaker.”

Now let’s reconsider your words. “…the gay community, they have so bullied the American people, and…

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The Reluctant Mommy Blogger

Originally posted on The Waiting:

reluctant1It happened again a few days ago. Someone asked me what I write about.

I, naturally, wanted to jump into a hole.

I would venture to guess that there are few other occupations where people get as cagey about a simple inquiry into what, exactly, they do as some writers get when asked about their chosen subject matter. If you sell cars, you probably don’t have an existential crisis when someone asks you at a party what make of automobile you shill. Teachers don’t start questioning every decision they’ve ever made when they’re asked what and who they teach. But writers sell a little bit of themselves every time they put some words out there for the (theoretical) masses to read. When it comes down to it, all we have are our experiences, ideas, and the net of words that holds them together. We become so transparent that our identities…

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Originally posted on dot gumbi:

I was having a ponder the other day on life, the universe and all that, and began turning over the subject of book covers. The question I was trying to answer was simple…why do book covers change whilst album covers stay the same?

Odd, isn’t it?

The very thought of changing the album sleeve to, say, Dark Side of the Moon, would fill a graphic designer (and Pink Floyd fans) with horror. I mean, can you imagine Nirvana’s Nevermind being reissued with a goldfish, instead of a baby? Or, taking it further, having the cover completely reimagined as a deodorant can that says ‘Teen Spirit’ on it.

It doesn’t work, does it? Album covers have to stay the same otherwise the world seems wrong.

So why is it different for books?

There is the old adage about never judging a book by its cover. (Although, to be honest, I’ve…

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