This is why I didn’t answer your mail/comment/tweet/whatever.
So basically, we have a song James Horner wrote for the Disney film Hocus Pocus, which film he didn’t actually score — he was hired, they’d finished this one song, and then apparently he was booted in favor of John Debney.
Oh, and since it’s a song, it has words, and for some reason, a lot of people think those words were written by Edgar Allan Poe. (They weren’t.)
How this particular mishmash ended up as the background for a particularly lovely My Little Pony video is something I can’t explain, except to the extent that sooner or later, everything gets ponified.
This was done outside Hasbro and is decidedly non-canon. I don’t care. I think it’s wonderful. And as I’ve said before, the fandom is getting to the point where they could sustain the series even if Hasbro junked it.
Speaking of the fandom, I’m pretty much immersed in it this weekend, so I may be filling up a lot of space here with pony. You have been warned.
Overall, Dead Pony Flying is a story that’s not only about last requests, but hanging onto life, and observing how life continues on. Rainbow Dash brings an energy to it while imparting some contemplative thoughts in her final moments, while Scootaloo brings a determination to pay homage to her hero. The story is focused on where it needs to be: the characters, without a crowded setting that wouldn’t fit with this type of story. It’s a technically-sound story that plays around with mortality and death without being too dramatic. It’s a simple slice of life about death that abounds with an appreciation for life.
Which matters to me these days, since Dash is about sixty in this story. You know who else is about sixty? (Of course you do.)
Of all my pony tales, DPF has been arguably the best-received; I keep telling myself that it’s not because it was the shortest.
She’s one of the sweetest, kindest mares you could ever hope to know. Just the same, things can go horribly wrong:
I recently bought this vinyl figure put out by Funko. While Amazon reviews warned me of a chemical odor that lingered on in the figures of this line, I still wasn’t prepared for the dizzying wave that flooded my room when I removed the packaging. Although I’m not particularly sensitive to smells, it was enough to suggest to my paranoid mind the possibility of becoming a grotesque news item.
Such as, for instance, this one. (At least I resisted the presumably obvious “Funko” joke.)
Derpy then spent the next twelve hours or so alternately placed by an open window and shut up in a cupboard. Now that I’ve let her air out for a bit it’s not so bad.
I suspect she’s been hitting the ol’ Otis Spunkmeyer in her spare time.
Luna is best Daria.
(From an EqD Random Media roundup.)
How much of what we are is predetermined, and how much is actually up to us? Some pony-oriented speculation ensues.
Given my fondness for three-word combinations, I am surprised to find myself flabbergasted by this one, which I must admit I never expected: “Fluttershy sports bra.” This can actually be had from Hot Topic, at a price that doesn’t exactly soar, if you know what I mean, and I think you do. At the very least, it’s an acknowledgement, perhaps long overdue, that not all the MLP:FiM adult audience is guys with neckbeards, or guys trying desperately to grow neckbeards, who live in Mom’s basement.
There is, of course, only one way to top that: “Also: Derpy version.”
(Via Equestria Daily.)
What’s missing from this press release?
When Screenvision teamed up with Hasbro Studios and Shout! Factory to bring the full-length feature, My Little Pony Equestria Girls to cinemas across the U.S. and Canada beginning June 16 they had great expectations. Those expectations have been exceeded, with packed houses and numerous sell outs by exhibitors in major markets, leading partners to add more showings in both the morning as well as evening times, giving fans more opportunities to experience the film in theatres.
The distributor treated this state like the wrong side of the Everfree Forest: the film played in exactly one theater. In Stillwater, for Celestia’s sake.
And how much actual box office did EqG scare up? Nopony is saying. I’ve been checking Box Office Mojo for a couple of weeks, and I’ve come up empty. I have to assume that this is what Hasbro wanted all along.
(Via Derpy Hooves News.)
A Russian community was not amused when local pony fans took it upon themselves to give a local statue some Rainbow colors:
This is not the first time this stallion has been vandalized; two years ago, he was uprooted and left on his side.
A rare opportunity here: pony stuff and girly stuff in the same post.
Alessandra Ambrosio is a Victoria’s Secret Angel and, says Forbes, number six in earnings among all models for the 13 months ending May 2012 — and she was pregnant for nine of those months. (Son Noah was born on 7 May 2012.) She turned out Saturday for the modest Hollywood premiere of the My Little Pony movie, Equestria Girls:
She also has a four-year-old daughter named Anja, who attended the premiere with her.
If you ask me, the colossal joke about Equestria Girls, the mostly-human theatrical spinoff from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, is that it’s been booked in exactly one moviehouse in the entire state. In Stillwater, for Celestia’s sake.
Not that I’m thinking the film is going to be terrible or anything. Some extraordinarily talented folks brought us MLP:FiM, and by and large they’re the same folks behind EqG. So I’d expect, at the very least, technical proficiency throughout, and several really spiffy scenes.
National media, by and large, have been hostile, as they have been for all three seasons of the television series, mostly because they profess to be horrified that there is an audience for it outside the target market, by which they mean, um, guys. They’ll forgive the adult women in the fandom, maybe, but woe unto you, bearers of the Y chromosome. (I once called out Breitbart contributor Kurt Schlichter on some related point; he was apparently shocked to see such a thing in his tweetstream, but to give him credit, he kept his cool during the subsequent discussion, unlike a few of his putative acolytes.) Apart from the Hub itself, the only television source that’s generally pony-friendly is WTVY, the CBS affiliate in Dothan, Alabama; I am told that this is because there’s an actual brony on the news staff.
But nothing the ponies did in 65 episodes is quite so heinous as what their miniskirted teenage-girl counterparts do in 65 minutes, for several reasons:
- The aforementioned miniskirts;
- They’re all kind of on the thin side;
- [insert "ponies of color" joke here].
Role models, doncha know. And it’s not like the, um, girls are being slutty or anything; it’s just that We Don’t Like This.
I’m not enthusiastic about it either, for the same reason I don’t particularly want to see a version of The Tempest with an all-marmoset cast. I realize that Hasbro, knowing that MLP is one of its few reliable gold mines of late, would like to extend the brand; then again, not all brand extensions are successful or even desirable. Be assured, though, that my little ponies — it says “My” right there on the label — are, and always will be, quadrupeds.
Not quite the same as being on the road to Damascus — but perhaps more similar than you might think.
Or maybe just make myself dizzy:
Also available in Derpy:
I go to conventions dressed as my favorite pony (Twilight Sparkle, duh), and my room could easily be mistaken of that of a five year old girl’s due to all the MLP collectables I’ve acquired.
The one thing that the new My Little Pony franchise has not really taken into consideration is the health of their fanbase. Friendship is great, but what good is it when you are lethargic and flabby? That is where Prancercise comes in.
I first discovered Prancercise while surfing the popular website Reddit. Granted, people were posting links to the author’s video for the sake of mocking it, but something in the freedom of her movements spoke to me. Underneath that crisp, salmon-colored jacket and those tight white leggings was a kindred spirit. A spirit that had been sent onto this earth to spread friendship, cheer, and prancing.
Take a look for yourself:
I expect an actual MLP:FiM animation illustrating this technique within a week, probably featuring Pinkie Pie.
(Via American Digest.)
Another one of those Not Unreasonable Questions: How Far Can You Go in Decorating Your Cubicle?
Some employers have written guidelines about personalizing workspaces, while many others do not. What’s appropriate is sometimes difficult to define.
But a survey of marketing and advertising executives uncovered objects that would strike someone as surprising in most office settings — a live pig, punching bag, mermaid sculpture, a pair of men’s underwear, a rock collection, hair dryer, and a drawer full of clothes.
Not being any kind of executive, I figure no one should be surprised at my shrine to Twilight Sparkle.
And possibly even, dare I suggest, small-d discord:
Physically brave to the point of recklessness, this leader has courage beyond any doubt. But sometimes, this hero, revered by many, makes poor decisions, largely because of the belief that the best solution to any problem is a direct, frontal attack.
Yes, I’m taking about Rainbow Dash from My Little Pony. But I’m also referring to Confederate Lt. Gen. John Bell Hood.
You might be surprised how well Civil War generals match up with ponies — especially The Great and Powerful George B. McClellan. (Okay, maybe he wasn’t that much of a surprise.)
Fond as I am of the styles that we now think of defining the Mad Men era, I really didn’t have the proper retro mindset to appreciate them when the series started; I was young and dumb in the years being portrayed, and I really wasn’t attuned to what was supposed to be going on around me. (The first episode of Mad Men was set in March 1960, at which time I was passing myself off as six and a half years old, which was almost correct.)
I suspect I still don’t have the proper retro mindset. In the June issue, Automobile Magazine asks “What would Don Draper drive?” and suggests three reasonably suitable vehicles: a ’62 Oldsmobile Starfire, a ’63 T-Bird and a ’64 Crown Imperial. Of the three, the Bird appeals the least: I never did warm to that sharp crease at the prow, and the seriously lame Sports Roadster — “Hey, let’s cover up the entire back of the car and pass it off as a two-seater!” — screwed up the car’s proportions. The Imperial is imposing enough to justify its name, maybe too imposing. Which leaves me with the Starfire, perhaps because it’s just pretentious enough — [p]erhaps it is the sense of pride you feel when you quietly tell a parking lot attendant, “Mine’s the ’62 Olds” — but mostly because I took one look at that dashboard badge and thought “Now how do I get Twilight Sparkle into one of these things?”
And suddenly I wasn’t in the Sixties anymore. Imagine that.
The sheer volume of music inspired by My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, in every conceivable genre, became overwhelming quite a while back, to the extent that “quite a while back” can apply to a fandom that has existed for less than three years.
This piano piece by a chap named Callenby comes from the classical aisle; it’s even titled, classically enough, Sonata in C# Minor “Forest and Snow.” (C-sharp minor? Not exactly going for the low-hanging fruit, is he?)
If you’re compiling a catalog, this appears to be Op. 3.
For me, writing, even informally, in the current My Little Pony universe is rather like having bees live in my head, because every single prop introduces the nagging question: “Would ponies actually have these?”
Seriously. There exists a fan-made video, and a darn good one, in which we see (briefly) Vinyl Scratch punching out somepony’s number on what looks like an iPhone. And then she says “Why do I even have this?” and tosses it into the fireplace.
The first episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic opens with the turn of a storybook cover, establishing that Equestria exists in a self-contained fairy tale universe — fitting, considering that the first characters we meet are a dragon and a unicorn. But keep watching the show and you’ll notice that things start to get … strange. A steam engine here, a light switch there. A photo booth. A Technics turntable. At some point we abandoned the Middle Ages and we didn’t even notice.
The results can be fairly jarring. In one of my own story arcs, Equestria has fiendishly complex nanosurgery operating at the genetic level; however, they only just got Internet access, and it had never occurred to them before to take a census. At times, it makes sense — air mail, for example, comes via pegasus — but then again:
It’s not about the technology, it’s about the design. Sure, we can invoke unicorn magic to explain how video games function, and therefore why Equestria should logically have its own version of satellite television and even an information-sharing ponynet. But to do so would risk breaking immersion in the world the show has constructed, which is a far greater sin than ignoring an “X leads to Y” commandment of scientific progress.
Which ultimately, I think, demonstrates that Arthur C. Clarke was right; get the technology up far enough, and it might as well be magic. And frankly, I get a kick out of faking up explanations. From Second Act:
Both unicorns and pegasi take advantage of this hypervibration, each tribe having specific access points sensitive to its frequency. For the unicorn, it’s near the base of the horn — the tip of the horn is a transducer, used to propagate energy. For the pegasus, it’s between the wings, between the backbone and the spinal cord. No such receptor exists on the earth pony, and early experiments with directing magical beams at earth ponies, in an effort to find a resonance point, were unsuccessful.
It was not until the year 878 that science was able to answer this question of earth pony magic. The physicist Prismatic, analyzing the hypervibration to discover its components, determined that there exists at very low levels a second vibration, at a frequency too low to hear: approximately 1.61803398875 cycles per second. (Twilight Sparkle, of course, would insist on at least eleven decimal places.) Thinking this might be an impurity in the waveform, Prismatic rigged up a crude high-pass filter, which would eliminate the low-frequency component. His assistant at the time, an earth pony whose name has been lost to history, fell ill, and did not recover until the filter was deactivated.
That “eleven decimal places” business references this scene.
If you think about it, New Year’s Day is really a terrible time for resolutions:
I mean, the holiday is based on the turn of a calendar, an arbitrary cut-off of the revolution of the planet around the sun that comes in the middle of the deepest, darkest season: winter. To suddenly decide you’re going to change some element of yourself that you want to improve in the midst of the longest nights of the year seems a little, well, doomed to failure.
Winter Wrap-Up, anyone?