By some estimations, I’m old. I mean, people in their late thirties are ancient according to kids 18 and under. But I don’t feel old inside. I’ve decided to change my avatar to reflect that. Also, it shows the kiddies that I’m hip, I’m with it. I should probably avoid telling them I stopped playing with My Little Ponies long before I started menstruating, though, huh?
So this is me from now on:
See? It’s purple. It’s got a geology butt stamp*. Excuse me, cutie mark. And as I got to thinking about it, I began to realize how useful being a pony would be. I mean, I forget my rock hammer sometimes – if I had hooves, that wouldn’t be a problem. I could just kick out hand samples. Of course, without hands to collect them, it would be difficult to bring them home. But I wouldn’t be able to drive anymore anyway, so I’d have to have someone driving the truck and trailer, so they could pick them up for me. Easy-peasy!
I can’t actually become a pony, alas, so I’ll just have to dream. From now on, I’ll be writing from a pegasister’s** perspective, and I’ve decided to get rid of all of the characters it took me over thirty years to develop. Any SF I write from this day forward will feature ponies only. I’ll be entering into negotiations with the My Little Pony folks soon.
This world is tough enough without having to be all adult about it. Besides, it makes me feel pretty.
And you can be a pony, too! Just go here and you can show the world that you’re a pegasister, a brony, or other variation upon the theme. Join the herd!
* Biodork dubbed the cutie mark a “butt stamp,” a fact for which I’ll always be grateful.
** Jason Thibeault, I believe, was the one who came up with pegasisters.
Thank you, Natalie, for encouraging me to unleash my inner pony!