Thursday, August 4, 2011
Dungeonspiration: Umm . . .
I detest Erin Palette. She got on this kick about My Frikkin Little Pony. Over and over and over again. This pony thing was the complete antithesis of cool when I was a teenager. While I was trying to watch the Zentradi acquire PROTOCULTURE, my sister was fighting me for control of the remote to watch those ponies with combs.
So This Erin Palatte lady is writing and writing about these dog sized horses being perfect for an RPG and I'm ignoring her posts over and over and then she posts the last one - so I breath a sigh of relief and hope she goes back to talk about guns. But I look at the pony pictures and think - hmm - those ponies don't look like the ponies of my youth. Actually, I kind of like the art. At least it doesn't make me vomit. So . . . curiosity reared it's ugly head and I loaded up the first episode on YouTube.
Shit. Shit shit shit. I watched the next two. Shit. I'm not saying the episodes were shit. I'm saying shit because I LIKED IT. SHIT.
I am a god-damned BRONIE.
Crap. It's a good show. I like it. I even like it when they sing.
I'm so embarrassed. Somebody please kill me now. DAMN YOU ERIN PALETTE!
Um, it's chock full of all kinds of cool ideas for a D&D game. I won't get into it beacause I'm too embarrassed about the whole thing. Don't let The Boy know, okay? I'll loose any street-cred I ever had with him. Not that I probably had any to begin with . . . but still.
Actually, Erin Palette is pretty cool. But still . . . I feel dirty. Ugh.