Doc Shocker’s Vault of Horror…

Photo c. 2010 Doctor Shocker

Is a Stocking Stuffer must for the Horror FAN on your Christmas Gift list~

Consummate actor, Daniel Roebuck who is also an obsessive monster collector and connoisseur of the Macabre is the brainchild behind Dr. Shocker’s Vault of Horror, along with colleague and friend, Chuck Williams, Actor/Producer. Roebuck is among a small group of celebrities who have embraced the fandom surrounding Monster collecting and the fandom of Horror; and this documentary leaves impression of his desire to support and perpetuate the fan base in the Horror genre. I first met Daniel Roebuck this year at an event mildly related to what I would learn was his obsession with Monsters, Horror, the Macabre and collectibles. He thrust a card in my hand as we greeted one another, and at first glance I was nonplussed as I read it.

Over the next six months, I would learn more of monsters, monster conventions and the allure of all things Monsters, and even attend a local convention in Burbank, CA, called Monsterpalooza. At Monsterpalooza I was amazed and delighted with all the Horror there and the anticipation surrounding this DVD was made all the greater. However, mostly the knowledge and insight I gained regarding the effort of mask-making, make-up application and the discussions regarding the giants of Horror, such as Vincent Price, Lon Chaney and Bela Lugosi who brought Monster’s alive in the 1950’s to the 1970‘s. Now, I consider myself a fan of Popular culture, media and for the most, my collection spans that of Star Trek, but as Daniel expressed so eloquently, in a candid conversation, “Star Trek has Monsters, too…” It certainly does, and I also grew up marveling and trembling in fear watching Dracula, Frankenstein and the Wolf Man; not to mention enjoying the campiness of the Horror Hosts, who spun the classic reels on our local networks~however I never considered the possibility of a cult fandom for them, and now I know better. I embraced the idea of Dr. Shocker’s Vault of Horror as a vehicle to learn even more and was certainly not disappointed.

Another perspective to all of this is my LOVE of Halloween, something I introduced my son to rather young and the concept nearly backfired and I feared lost on the lad. I took my son to a mildly scary haunted house venue (he was five years old) and it scared the daylights out of him. I was fearful he would never understand the simplicity and joy of the holiday; and that traumatized me as a parent. However, as he matured and by age fifteen he would embrace the macabre and world of Horror, and willingly submit to the desire of scaring the daylights out of ‘others’ every Halloween by volunteering to be ‘made up’ as a creepy clown for a local haunted house, and he continues this today. That coupled with the respect and admiration I have of Mr. Roebuck and my own love of popular culture inspired me to venture into this world of Horror and all I can say is no one loves this genre better…

When I heard about Dr. Shocker’s Vault of Horror and the previous endeavor done also by Dr. Shocker aka Daniel Roebuck and his trusted sidekick, Igor aka Chuck Williams “Halloween: The Happy Haunting of America”, I couldn’t wait to share them with my son, and why I believe so strongly that if anyone knows or IS themselves a fan of Horror, the Macabre and Halloween then the hallmark of fandom is in the fact that YOU have this documentary in your collection.

The documentary discusses and tributes the infamous horror hosts most of us grew up with as we sat in front of the television on Friday and Saturday nights. The campiness of these host is embodied in Dr. Shocker himself; and we all know of Elvira. Other aspects of the documentary include discussion amongst other prominent collectors such as Rob Zombie, Bob Burns and Guillermo del Toro to name a few; and of course, Daniel Roebuck discusses his own ascension into Monster collection, beginning at an early age. The documentary features discussion of mask collection, magazine and model collecting related to the Famous Monsters of Filmland and Universal Studio’s involvement in perpetuating these endearing masters of Horror, just to name drop a few. The documentary also features an Indie short film called “How My Dad Killed Dracula”, live coverage film of a campy debate featuring Frankenstein and Wolf Man entitled “Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man” Presidential Debate, and the pièce de résistance~ a 3D photo gallery of Daniel Roebuck’s private monster museum (yes, you get 3D glasses in order to view it, too), which is no longer available to the public. I’m not going to give away all the surprises, just get the DVD and enjoy it, treasure it…

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I can certainly support and say with all sincerity that you will not be disappointed in learning more of why Monster’s inhabit your mind and heart the way they do from someone who understands and feels as strongly about this than Daniel Roebuck, who is more than a celebrity, but a FAN, just like you. Do it today, don’t wait…



Sexual Progressiveness [a woman’s view]

Men and Women are Just ‘Hot Wheels’ in Disguise


You know life is one ironic, moronic adventure after another when you meet the perfect guy and they tell you it is only ‘casual’; you agree with them because you recognize it is at the least only karma that you met at all. You agree because you realize that you can’t keep letting adventure pass you by, and you agree because you believe strongly that letting it pass by would be worse than going with the flow or giving into the moment. As a woman, I agree because I believe wholeheartedly in the idea of Progressive delineation of the myths surrounding the sexes; and I recognize we are both after the same thing, and not to mention they are probably hot, and I like that they are ‘seemingly honest’ but mostly because there is no need for ‘small talk’ or ‘beating about the bush’~

Maybe you talk, have coffee, a drink, dinner or just skip that altogether…

There’s really nothing saying any relationship is anything more than ‘casual’ these days. You meet, you think ‘great sense of humor’ and ‘nice ass’ or ‘nice eyes’ and everything else slips into motion, so what is the harm? There is no harm, or foul in the fleeting moments of attraction. It’s only what happens in between when that attraction is acted upon. Why guys can’t be as honest in the end, giving some type of closure, so that gals don’t repeat the faux pas again and again. Guys and gals are wired differently, and it is not fair; and all the reading, research and emulation of how guys or gals think doesn’t save us from our own wiring, and certainly not our bodies reaction to one another. It’s not fair! Ladies, even when we attempt to mimic their vibe of accepting ‘casual’ as the norm, they disrespect our effort. Most guys want Betty Crocker in the kitchen, wearing only a thong, [unless it is a dinner party and they have invited company over], and a minx in the bedroom, wearing nothing at all; and somehow always ready at their whim and perhaps, simultaneously. We gals, on the other hand, just want them ‘ready, hard and willing to please us’, knowing at any moment, if we suggest the L word, any L word~we’ll never see them again, and what was hard and energetic will fizzle and retreat. So smart, progressive gals don’t use the L word! Progressive women don the thong and even if company is coming over.

So if it is casual, why do guys give the sense it means ongoing, but casual; and mostly why don’t they ever call again, leaving you to wonder, breathless and wanting more of them?

Jumping ahead, guys are better at playing this game of ‘casual’ relationships much better than we gals are. I’m not going to lie, I try to put on the illusion that I don’t care or that it doesn’t matter if they don’t return the calls, or that their suggestion I call and keep calling, because I do believe they are soooooo busy that they forget. Bullshit, guys set you up with that line of crap, and we all know it [that might not be completely true]. Then they put you down or give the silent treatment for doing exactly what they asked you to do in the first place. But, that is only the tip of the iceberg of what is really going on. Guys say they like the chase, but most are lazy and only chase in the first five to ten minutes; and, they hate it when gals chase [or do they?]. Once they catch you then they blow you off with no explanation. Because the explanation is the same one they used when they were five as to why they liked one Hot Wheel car over another within zero to sixty seconds of getting a new Hot Wheel and dissing the rest of their collection. “Shiny!” They claim they believe in honesty, and that is and should be our first clue, ‘they’re as frightened of making a mistake just as much as we gals are’.  Shiny is often just lurking around the corner for either of the sexes.

My hypothesis, is the old school lines don’t work anymore with gals; we’ve heard it all, so guys attempt honesty but come across as blunt and crass; some of us think that is a teensy bit risky for any male and give them kudos. They put it all on the table, see who nibbles or who doesn’t slap them and walk away in disgust. Progressive gals get that; we don’t slap, but we smirk and say “Sure, why not.” We think, ‘cool this guy is Progressive, too.’ But, once they have you they resort back to the old cliche’ of simply being cads and assume ‘easy’, and not Progressive. Personally, I like a guy who is upfront, says it like it is or how it is going to be; but then I expect that they carry through with the same blunt honesty if things go south, as well. As a Progressive I’m more or less disappointed when men resort to ‘old school’.  Let’s face it, being ‘honest’ requires a certain amount of emotional aptitude. And…

Guys can’t deal with feelings quite the way we gals can; yeah we, gals have known that since our daddies first allowed us to put lipstick on and bat our eyes at a guy. Progressive gals know this much better than the average Mary Sue, and we adjust the bell curve so that all involved wins [just like public school does nowadays]. So those of us progressive gals who meet the perfect guy and he lays on blunt honesty, we trust that when it ends, he doesn’t leave loose ends, strings, keep us thinking he’s interested, just to walk away and never call and leaving us hanging wondering what we did wrong or worse, who is the shiny new ‘hot wheel’.  Progressive gals only wanna know so we don’t make the same mistakes over and over. But, that isn’t the case,  and in my humble opinion, guys have no idea what progressive means in casual or ongoing relationships. They do anything, to get in your pants, leave you hanging, and then pick up on a ‘shiny’ new hot wheel…and, seriously, ladies if there were no double standard in most societies~ we would do the same, and well, some do…

There I said it…the catalyst of why males and females cannot seem to equalize the boudoir playground. Satin sheets are not the only slippery slope in the boudoir. It is the primordial wiring in both sexes, but some of us have tried to compensate, GUYS!. Women think love and know sex is afoot [Progressive women consider sex a benefit]; and Men see only sex, but think love might bloom and that worries them; but then there is that C word and that makes them bolt. However, men don’t want to hear the L word; and Progressive Women know never to whisper it, because it is the kiss of death and silence in not just a casual relationship, but any relationship, unless the male brings it up first. Because men cannot whisper it back without freezing at the thought of the C word. However, both words hang in the balance of our primordial psyche and I hate giving psychic credo here to men [because no one has seen a psychic male since Johnny Carson played Karnac], but I think they sense it even if it never leaves our lips. Most Progressive women aren’t thinking about either the C or the L word until the guy is; we’re thinking fun, perhaps about our own facsimile of ‘hot wheels’ and oh my god, can we do this again, and again~ and when? Because lets face it the old adage ‘a good man is hard to find’ or ‘don’t let a good HARD man get away’~same difference to most of us Progressive thinking gals.

So, guys, we get that you can’t deal~ and we give you ample credit for that. A bell curve has been set up for that, guys. We know that you can’t articulate a single emotional thought, so there is no reason to run and hide when emotions come up into the sexual arena; because sex is highly charged with emotional pleasures and occasional grit. We won’t hold it against you if you just give us some idea [even if it is discussed in Second Person and filled with all the blandness of a techno journal] of why it isn’t working or what we can do better. Maybe some gals will cry and get overly upset, but they aren’t Progressive. So when you meet one who is, give them the same respect you would one of your guy friends and keep the honest bluntness flowing, and throw in a stat or two from the latest Hockey or Football game. We’ll love you for that~but we won’t use the L word until you do first. We’ll just punch you in the arm and say let’s get naked, buddy~ Eh?

Give those of us, who do care to know how to better our chances with your species, a fighting chance. Employ open communication, honesty, and return the freaking phone calls even it means you have to conclude the relationship over.

Remarking on the Emperor’s New Clothes~

[Ode to a Narcissist]

Disdain is reserved for such a pretentious EGO,
Such as YOU~
In the din of such patronizing elitism.
Yes, I took the chance
And, I believed your tales and lies.
Your dalliance and flirtation,
Was my drug then, and~
Yet, as I sit upon the horizon;
Looking back upon many a time spent with you~
I realize…
I was looked upon as a foolish object by~
And you can’t hurt me anymore, or push me lower.

I will rise from the muck,
I will shake off the snubbing;
I will shake off all the innuendo, and
Mostly the knowledge of YOU~
Who seeks to condescend
and demoralize everyone within reach,
If only to feed their own inequity, or their own self-loathing.
There is no queue for discord
In my life any more~
Your haughtiness defines YOU,
Not me.

Your battle cry and call for change
Is a smokescreen that only fools and idiots rush
To and fro, and hear your caterwaul~
Of injustices; but the injustices are within YOU.
There is no kindness, no loyalty, no
Tolerance in your heart for humankind.
Your eyes speak loudly of
Arrogance and disregard
Of any trinket or regard given to you~
You have no remorse, no care of anyone;
And, You are defined by action and words,
All spoken so vile and cruel by you.

Where I once beset loyalty upon you;
I now feel indifference.
Where I once heard your whimper of loneliness~
I now simply pity you and without any sense of caring, now.
I don’t feel the sting or pain of your
Haughty loathing, though
It reminds me only
That I was a fool~
And YOU….

Are a snob.

To Be A Brony~


Pushing for this too: Give till it hurts! Bronies are GOOD People…er Ponies~

“Who would have thunk it!”

“Do you see what is going on down on earth, now?”

“Some caught the “DREAM” I started nearly forty-nine years ago!”

“…and, people are listening…because it is now spoke by rainbow COLORED ponies…”
[This is what I can imagine being sputtered out by Martin Luther King Jr as he watches…]

They have a dream…
The same dream any fan has…and the same rights we all have, which is the pursuit of happiness…it is afforded to us ALL by the Constitution. Who has the right to say who watches network television and whether certain shows are only for children or adults. I’m assuming they have the right merely because they pay the cable bill. The HUB channel isn’t a freebie.

But this isn’t about rights or whether it is appropriate for someone to watch a cartoon. This blog is centered on whether those of us who lay in wait in chat rooms, forums, and on social networks with the sole idea of splashing another human beings Twitter, Facebook or other networks page with vulgarisms, hate-filled innuendo and lies just to lay claim to some perception that you have of the person you are attempting to put asunder. That is not right, and it is not protected by our Constitution.

You could say you have a right because of Freedom of Speech, but that freedom ends when it harms or gets in the way of another persons Right to the Pursuit of Happiness. In other words, makes them feel bad about themselves, and for no other reason, than you don’t understand the Constituition and why it was set in ink. But, really it is because you don’t get fandom or you aren’t part of a greater good.

What am I talking about? “Bronies.” People who watch a cartoon designed to teach children how to live in harmony and learn Tolerance and Love of one another. That message transgresses to adults, too. Perhaps, it is because we yearn to get that same interaction from others, and why many flock to the internet social scene. There are of course other reasons, but the most resolute is that everyone has a similar theme and reason once they watch this show. Bronies thank the writer’s of this show, some, the voice actors who give life to the ponies and other critters. But it is the words, and the message that trips their hearts and allows them to find humor and other musings in pink and purple ponies, reminding us ALL what we learned in Kindergarten. But really and most of all, THE STRENGTH to endure hellacious insults and tirades at the hands of virtual strangers and sometimes comrades who bully them, senselessly.

I witnessed firsthand on Twitter as a bully, or Brony-hater taunted a Brony for his conviction that he was a good person. The bludgeoning of filth and vulgar words coming from this hater appalled me, and I was then more appalled when the Brony was reduced to fighting back with the same words, yet in defeat. That’s the difference when people are bullied, they fight back, sometimes in detriment of their own belief system and cause. This caused me to be a little angry. Because, I believe the Bronies are essentially good. And, I see that in their artwork, their humor, their absolutely kick-ass music and their spin-offs of the animation from the show. I will admit that I was harshest with the Bronies in this example of hate-mongering on my Twitter page, but for a reason. I wanted to remind them of the message they clearly honor, which is “Tolerance and Love.” Not one deleted me. BronyRetweet did what they do best; they re-tweeted. To be seen as honored with this “Tolerance and Love” you have to rise above the hate, not become part of it; and if it seems as though you are down-trodden by that feat; take a break and come back when cooled off. The haters will only to continue to defeat you with your own cause and action. Those of us who watch, will and should be awed by the conviction that you honor tolerance in the face of Hate.

I have to admit that on some days, the Bronies either reduce me to tears or sometimes hilarious laughter. And, there are times I’m chuckling or grousing at your expense, guys~ but it is truly in love of your ability to capture that inner child we all miss, desperately. But seriously, guys you ROCK~ no you are Rocks, like the sort, hymns are made about. You have a sense of SELF and you want others to enjoy it. You have this innate sense of CONVERSION, much like the Jehovah Witnesses and the Mormons. You know what you believe in is GOOD. Sometimes that is a detriment and a potent way the hostility comes knocking at you.

I saw a post on Twitter from a Brony asking the most profound question of all. “What would Martin Luther King Jr. think of this?” I was taken aback and it dawned on me that this is exactly the sort of HATE that many American minorities have faced in life, as well as people of different faiths, gender issues, and mostly anything small minds can’t understand~ and all because someone usurps their RIGHT to the pursuit of happiness. I think that Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. would endorse you guys.

I also think that if you look long and hard at the team heading up the BronyCON documentary, they probably carry the WORDS of that speech made forty-nine years ago in their hearts, as those of us ALL do that watched the horror of those days and then heard the words for the first time.

As a fan of Star Trek, I don’t think I’ve endured quite the HATE-filled messages Bronies endure on a day to day. Bronies endure this torment sometimes from friends, colleagues, family members and then those complete strangers who believe throwing rocks at rose-colored glass houses is the best way to change someone in pursuit of what is GOOD for them; and mostly into believing badly about themselves. It’s not right.

Oh and yes, I’ve seen the different facets of what Bronies regale as art and muse, as well. But, as a fan of popular culture and namely Star Trek~ I’d venture every fandom has its dark and cruddy side. Trust me, I know they do. That isn’t something unique to any fandom or the Bronies~ that’s all I’m saying and well…it adds a little spice to fandom on occasion. And, again~ it is still not right to bully anyone for any reason, but especially because one can’t understand the pursuit of what someone else deems GOOD or to coin a phrase “FASCINATING”.

My advice to Bronies is hold your head high…trust that your Dream is the same dream we all have in our quest for a better world…a carefree, quiet, trusting crusade for the pursuit of what makes us happiest. “Tolerance and Love.” And when the naysayers come your way, instead of matching them with their words of hate, remind them of what is the most dear to you about My Little Pony~ “Friendship is Magic!” Hail it at them…much like we Trekkies once did with “Live Long and Prosper” in the face of those who bullied us.

And, if all else fails, add “WE HAVE A DREAM…”

A special credit to the honest to god foresight and hindsight of Twitter’s Brony Woodenfan [@pikafan493] Thank you for giving me the greatest topic sentence ever!!!

[originally published on Martin Luther King Day~2012]~ 4/2013 Re-edit of Blog

Suffering Fools~

It seems fitting that I write in February of love gone wrong. All of us at times find ourselves lending our hearts or bearing them on our shoulders to narcissistic fools who delight in one thing~ that of suffering unto fools. This may seem sad, but au contraire’ it is in delightful realization of victory, albeit the learning was sad~

(Written in the vernacular of prose)

Thoughts on Suffering Fools~

A year passes, and a sensation that seemed to blaze only eight fortnights has also come full circle into being. Infatuation, friendship, love, lust, or simply admiration~ there is no word I wish to attach to the sensation, now~ other than FOOLISHNESS. It just seemed to happen and in an instance, following an insult and invocation of cynicism~it was gone. However, I’d be lying if it didn’t take some time for my puny brain to realize the true nature of what had happened, as my heart beat wildly in my chest insisting and resisting the eloquence of what I knew was so right, and yet wrong.

Yet, heed the steps of suffering such a fool~

Foolishness~ the act of believing in something trivial and still smitten with the idea of credibility, albeit at one’s own expense. The lighthearted sense that kindness is a virtue that benefits both; and that loyalty is true in all hearts the same.

Scorn~would raise its ugly head and despair would be the solace of what I now felt and what I had once thought. Scorn at the insult and mockery of just what the fuck had happened; and the vagueness of explanation. Being sensible I didn’t stay within the grips of scorn long. Although, suffering fools can be arduous~ I seemed the only fool.

Gullibility~ now I blamed myself for thinking and spending too much time in the effort of this sensation. I looked for ways around the issue and certainly reconsidered my previous pathway and yet, I would learn~ I had no reason to blame myself.

Acceptance~ Simply put, there is nothing I did wrong, and perception was the cruel sword and the villain was in the beholder and the messenger. Tolerance became my soulmate to conquer the sense I had been wronged. For if wronged, there was no method of conviction against such an accusation, and I would still be square one~a fool.

Realiity~ One cannot lose something they never had. The sensation no matter how vital it seemed THEN, was no more and quite possibly was never real to behold. It was an illusion, a prank and an uncaring, misgiving knave~ and my perception, was the one flawed.

Success~ I lost nothing but I gained credibility for what is truly important in life, as the memory and the lesson will remain forever with me, and should such a sensation come again~ I’ll gladly skirt the line and ignore the feeling and the effort of such a fool.

And, thus my own sense of foolishness abandons me in the exclamation of such a win.

Happy Valentines Day to all those who love either foolishly or with the vigor of such emotion~ All are a win. For to never love is a fate worth than death.

First Post of the New Year & Onward~

 photo cooltext897784955_zps16a1c9ba.png My Comeback to the world of blogging and perhaps, the land of the living. I’ve been gone too long~

I could wax on and on about the trials I faced in 2012, but WHY? The tribulations were necessary, I guess and thus a learning curve. LIFE in essence is a learning curve, and the experiences are but perception and illusion on many occasions. It is not where we have been, but how we perceive the chaos or the calm; and more so how we struggle and cope; and even more, how we conquer and learn from those experiences that matters in the end. It is like ‘hating’ math and yet you know you have to take the math test; fail or succeed~you move on. Same difference. Hint: I hate math, never do well, and yet I can add and subtract, multiply and divide to get through the existence of every day life. Although, I’m not a rocket scientist when it comes to math. So what! I am able to GIVE in other ways toward the furthering of humanity or others.

The end of 2011, I was on top of the world, and had finally made the venture from where I was to where I am today; I thought I was invincible, but would soon be reminded just how freaking mortal I was. Whoops! And now, alone and only a cell phone to link me with my closest friends and family. Oh boy! I struggled through and won the battle, and that really is all that matters in the end; when all is said and done. But, while in the battle, I thought and sometimes hoped I would not succeed. That reminder of that insult and assault to my life in the end of 2011, would lend itself and lead me into 2012 and become my biggest obstacle to success in any endeavor; UNTIL~

Brony Documentary? Discord? The somehow virtual canonization and sainthood of Bronies caught my attention. Are you kidding? Seriously? And John de Lancie, our omnipotent being from Star Trek leading the crusade. Has he lost his mind? And, what of Star Trek fans who adore him? It was unbelievable? Or was it insight that only a forward thinking persona like John de Lancie could consider. Those of us who had been hurt and traumatized by the 4Chan couldn’t see the forest for the trees. As an elitist Role-Player online, I was one of them. (although that was hardly the cataclysmic event in my life). Wanting and desiring to know how this was to unfold became a much needed distraction to what truly plagued me. I wanted to live and see this through. I actually had something that was fantastic to live for; and it gave new meaning to all the minutia in my life. I began to work harder on my obstacles and thusly began to live again. Then I could truly open my mind, heart and ears and HEAR the message. The message would bring about a change~a paradigm to how I looked at my own personal situations, and I could unravel the troubles and move on.

A long-time role-player of Star Trek, I THOUGHT I knew what Brony meant. The words despicable, crazy, gutter-snipe, 4Chan, college kids with no lives and money, and loathesome men who love MLP came to mind, and with all the interest of watching lions rip them apart in the coliseum; which is what most of US wanted. They took up virtual space and perverted a little girls show to the point of nausea. They littered Twitter with arguments of why this was OKAY, and WHO are WE HURTING? Cried and through tantrums due to persecution from each other, gamers other role-players; it was endless. Now they were invading the sanctum of Star Trek and “Q” was leading the cause and even more comparing Trekkies to this band of Tawdriness. What was happening in the world today that would bring an intelligent actor to this act of sensationalism? Most importantly, how was what was happening in the world today; that is, what affected me to just want to give up? That was my question for myself and I found my answer.

Apathy invades the reality of our world today. People in general do not give a shit about their fellow man, their neighbors or the plight of those that suffer to high crime, high gas prices, high inflation, and steady decline of our morality in this country; and that most of us know we are NOT, but in essence are just an island among many with no adjoining currents to the other. Oh a sweet, reflective analogy, but the truth. Oh yes, we certainly on occasion speak of it; whispering our thoughts, but never giving any virtue to a compromise or that we actually CARE. In general, the media continues the apathy by delighting in reporting minutia and keeping the sense of altruism at an all time low. We, as the PEOPLE, have drawn lines in the sand and we have become so accustomed to only our own gray matter views; that we don’t even notice the sparkly colored views of a paradigm. We don’t look at the world in the way we did as children and ask, “WHY?” Because we non-Bronies and mostly, CONSERVATIVES assume someone else will fix it and then we forget about it, and all in the manner of the way we forget what we had for lunch. We are an apathetic bunch of assholes who live our lives without Harmony, Magic, or even the remote hunger for such. But, Bronies~ and perhaps NOT those who dabble in R34 and GrimDark [but perhaps, given a chance, they do from time to time] ~Bronies, DO seem to look FORWARD. They see the world a little shinier, a little sparklier and because they hear a message in a little Girls show that tells these men, venture on and be good to one another; Love and Tolerate the shit out of others, life and it will get better. Wow? And, they go a few steps forward and step into generosity like no other group of savages in our society, they GIVE and give to the community, et al, without so much thought of themselves. And, all because of a message in a show about colorful ponies that was created by Lauren Faust to interpret the awkwardness of friendship and guide little girls through the mayhem. Unbelievable?

I was in awe in some ways now, because I had never seen this side of Bronies on the internet. Fluttershy became my pony of interest. She is like me in some ways, maybe not as smart, but she is shy like I am. I began to research them even more, and, only because I could not fathom the intellectual downsize in an actor I much thought was brilliant. I have to say, he still is as brilliant as the character, Discord he played on MLP; and perhaps, even a tad Omnipotent as Q, and as himself, even more so, because he SAW that Bronies aren’t what I thought initially. They are in essence Brainiac’s like myself and like me~ and others I know, who still must be convinced.Their fandom is real and their altruism for society is more advanced than most other fandoms.

Bronies are composed of Moderate Thinkers, Creative Types and mostly Brainy Hipsters or Brainiac’s~We THINK too much; but for the GOOD of society and like Trekkies want to see the same Utopia in the future. Who would have thought? And perhaps, that is the altruism that set the world on its axis in the fictional account of Star Trek. Who knows? All I know is that when you hear and see the message, it causes a burst of warmth and sets about a transition in your being you can’t ignore.

In conclusion, I would have allowed myself to drown in self-pity and denial if it had not been for this and much more the last 8 months~ I looked FORWARD to something and I learned to push forward myself into situations I normally would shy away from~ I became more LIBERAL in my views. And, I felt the conditions I placed on myself just drift away and I learned how to live again.

And, by end of 2012 I found my life returning to the upswing that it once had been on, and my attitude was to LOVE and TOLERATE the shit out of naysayers and continue pushing FORWARD despite what seemed a long and dark tunnel. I of course, left the tunnel on my own volition, but I never would have if it weren’t for the message I heard loud and clear.

Thank you Bronies, creators and writers of MLP:FIM, and mostly the creators of BronyDoc, LLC. I contributed to their effort and mostly because I never believed it would surpass my initial view of Bronies, but BOY was I made wrong. A Special Thanks to my fellow role-players who probably secretly thought I had lost my mind. I did but I found it again. Much love to you all.

Buy the video; it just might change your outlook on life and where you fit into the paradigm.

All I can ADD as I wade into 2013 is: Love & Tolerate!/Live Long & Prosper! So far, I’m on Cloud Nine and I intend to stay there.


Your eyes greet mine, they crinkle slightly at the corners…
I feel my heart leap in my chest…
A smile forms on my face, illuminating the sensations~ restless in my core…
Mirroring the smile I see gaining latitude on your beautiful face.

Why does life seem so surreal?
How did the equation become so complicated?
When did the line blur…
Where is this going…will I know when we are there?

Our eyes seem to linger…
The questions in them silent on our lips…
The sounds that once pervaded our ears and drowned our thoughts…
No longer are heard…

The din of the crowd around us…
No longer seems to rabble or rouse…
We exist…they do not…
Our existence is only mirrored in our eyes…

Deep in a gaze of silent overwhelming sound of unknown origin…
Our thoughts perhaps, the questions in a chorus…
The essence of our own hearts beating…

We kiss…