#1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12686888/
Also the most Viewed/Favorited piece I have done to date....

#2 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14785080/

#3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15167877/

#4 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15079487/

#5 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14833764/


Edit:
I also wrote over 450 pages of text this year as well. This is at 12 pt font and Comic Sans MS font. Wow...

Thus ends the year of the horse. A year where the entirety of my art posts are horse/pony related.
This isn't the end of ponies totally, just that I will be posting regular stuff here as well.

So, what was all of your favorite pics over the last year?

What do you want to see more of this year?

Then the year of the horse is over.... and many of you will take the gun from your temples in relief that I'll be going back to normal.... I will however continue to draw ponies, just not ALL the time

So, thanks to a friend, my off FA gallery is now updated to current postings.

http://dombrus.lfox.co/main.php?cmd=album

This ALSO includes all the pics I have done, but not posted. Non-pony art, commissions ect...
Go check it out to see what all I have been doing other than pony stuff. It's not all there, as I need to find them all still. XD

Ponies....









That is all. Carry on.

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Addendum:
http://youtu.be/zLMWuD45eAo?t=7s

Hello, my name is Dombrus and I have a problem...
It's been two hours since my last read.

It's just that, once I pick up a book, and get into it, I just can't put it down. It's really bad. I read over 150 pages tonight... should have stopped sooner. I guess it's why I try not to pick them up, because I tend to loose track of time as I am engulfed into the world spread out before me...

Finally started reading my hard copy of Fallout Equestria.
I'm eight or so chapters in, at about 150 pages so far out of a 1400 page story.
Normally I would be concerned with the beginning chapters moving at an alarmingly fast rate, lacking the detail I would prefer, but as far as I'm in now, it has gotten better with the pacing. Add to that the extreme length of the story and it sets me at ease. It seemed to be rollercoaster after rollercoaster of the main character diving headlong into situations and getting perforated each time.

I would have gotten father in the book, as it was only 9 pm when I stopped reading, however the way the story was going had me shaken.
For those that don't know, Fallout Equestria is a blending of Fallout and MLP, creating a rather bleak world that was once all happy sunshine and rainbow farts. It hasn't gone too far into detail, but the Zebra's went to war with the Ponies, and ended the world using 'mega spells' that are our equivalent to nuclear bombs. It was a ground war at first, but then went M.A.D. (Mutually Assured Destruction).
The story picks up almost 200 years or so after the bombs fell.

With that being said, it has numerous references to what happened before, and those that fought to keep the world whole. That even after the deaths of the Mane 6 (Presumably, it's been 200 years after all) and to see the few ponies trying to keep what they stood for alive, even in the face of all that has happened in the world. Even as fictitious characters, what they have done in their little world, what they stood for and all that they had done, despite the odds, other ponies centuries later still wanted to emulate them.
I guess dealing with characters that I have grown to love, however fictitious they are, and their mortality in this scope has brought up my own shallow fears about it. In this instance, they are gone from the face of Equestria, but their deeds and actions still live on. It just ate at me, forcing a question I have long sought an answer for myself, as to how I would be seen after I'm gone.
After that I had to take a break from reading. However, bravo on the author for being able to set up something in a way that is not pointed at me, but rather dragging something up inadvertently.

I'll eventually dive back in, but so far it's been a rather good read, and the more in depth I get, the better everything else does.

For the past week and a half I've been packing up my stuff and moving it out.

Land lady left a message on my roomate's phone, saying something like this:

My niece is moving in. Sh had a bad marriage, spouse abuse, and now she is afraid of men (Obviously not from their nuclear family). So she wants me out. (I laughed internally at this.) She and her cousin are coming over (Sept 6&7) to look at the place and see what it needs.

She said I needed to be out in a month, but I want to be gone before they come to look at the place. It's not trashed, no holes in the walls ect, but you know how it goes with the 'last person' deal. The last person to work on/touch/see/be within 30 miles of [X] always gets the blame for what is broken or any problems when it's given back. I know the trap under the sink needs replacing, gas line for the stove has been KIA for over a year and other small squibbles about the house.

The damned house was built when fucking Abraham Lincoln was alive and updated twice. Once in 1910 when it had gas lines installed for the lighting. And the second time in 1940 when the aluminum wiring was installed. It has cabinets from the 70's and flooring from the 60's and half the lights had been removed in favor of using plug-ins instead of hard wired stuff. (They had an AMAZING art deco chandelier in the kitchen...) I can still see the horsehair plaster and lattes where the roof has started leaking and falling apart, that how OLD this place is.

The entire house really needs a rehab. Tear everything out, fix the two spots in the roof that leak, new windows, doors, wiring, floors, insulation, gas lines and finally drywall and a central air unit installed. So many of the pre-1870's houses here have had that done and look amazing.

Hardest part of this move is deciding what to keep, kink wise. I'm safe with my straitjacket, as my parents have seen mine, and seen me making a few. SIDE NOTE. My parents got an AMAZING industrial sewing machine, one that runs on a 40hp motor and uses hydraulic pressure to run the machine. Going to have some professional grade Straitjackets in a while! But I have managed to condense my kink collection into a 5$ Rubbermaid tub from the Wallmart. I didn't have to toss out much, just some broken things I haven't/won't ever get the time to fix. So now I just need to make a chest to lock that stuff inside.

At anyrate, I have 4/5th of m stuff moved. I just have a laundry duffel bag, bed, dresser and computer to move left. Going to move my PC and bed last, so that I have the least amount of internet interruption as possible. So anypony left on my contacts, be aware that I may not be as open about things now that I am moving back into my parents house. It's a good thing. I'll be more stable with everything now, not having to worry about doing everything to get money anymore... The job market sucks, been putting in applications for over a year and have had just one interview... Meh...

As sick as I am, thinking about this kind of stuff, but here it is:

So the CDC bought 2 people here who have Ebola... yay. Even though they are quarantined in Georgia, well we all know that 'shit happens' and being here on our shores makes it 1000% easier for it to spread.

I have done a tiny bit of research into the virus... It would seem that alot of the reason it has a mortality rate of 90% is because of the extreme malnutrition in the countries where it is present. The body can't fight back as well as it could with an armory of vitamins and minerals at it's disposal.
I personally think that the mortality rate in the US would be alot lower, but still deadly.

For those of you who don't know, Ebola is a virus, passed on through fluid transmission as well as airborne methods. Meaning stay the fuck away from those who have it. It has an incubation period of a few weeks to two months and manifests as flu like, raised temperature ect...
Essentially, at it's end course, you hemorrhage and bleed internally, causing death.

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I hope it never gets loose over here.
But I'm deranged, so let's play a game with it.

Ebola gets loose, it's everywhere. They stop quarantining everyone because everyone has the virus in their blood stream.

Your test comes back, it's definitely positive. You have Ebola. It's been a few weeks and you feel fatigued all the time. Nothing is working as far as treatment goes, and there is the unsettling feeling that you are not going to recover from it.

1.) Do you end yourself prematurely? ( Under the fact that Ebola is going to kill you 100% anyway and you would rather not die bleeding from every hole in your body)

2.) Do you leave a message, aside from family, to let everyone else know?

3.) How do you do it, end it?


Personal answers:
1. Yes, I'd have to know 100% that I was going to die from Ebola first.
2. Yes, though I'd ramble on XD
3. If I'm going out my way. I'd get together my last fursuit (Gazelle at this point), straitjacket, hand mitts, leg restraints and I'd have to make a hood for the gazelle.
I've already talked with my mother about such things, not this method, but in general if it gets this far. She is all for dying without pain and suffering and knows a way to put one to 'sleep' with drugs as pain free as possible.
Anyway, Gazelle, restraints, hood and the final part, Noose. Put all of those together, and that is my end. No drop though, rather have everything so that it's all tight before whatever sends me air born.
I am not dying because I shit my intestines out, coughed my lungs up and had my brains leak from my ears....
If it is unavoidable, and I know that I'd going to die, then It's my way.

May also convince someone (I know my brother would) to film the entire thing and share it.

Ok, enough mentally ill thoughts for the day...

What would you all do?

Did a story commission for  caroo for a picture he did.

Story is over here:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/208.....n-the-basement
Note, you have to have an account there to view the story, as it is rated mature.

Or on FA:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14206304/


Picture is here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13927507/

I broke the fuck out of my toe this morning...

Also update on my friend:
The hollow point didn't get to expand in his leg, that in itself is a miracle. He had the 'PowerBall' rounds in it. The polymer tip is unaccounted for and didn't show up on x-ray, may be somewhere in my parent's house.
The bullet entered his thigh about 5 inches down from his hips. The bullet completely missed everything, veins, artery, tendons, nerves and just tore up muscle. The round traveled roughly eight inches downward, parallel to the femur and settled behind his knee, remaining completely intact.

The doctor was amazed at this, both the round failing to expand and the total lack of anything other than a 'flesh wound' (His words). Anyone who knows what a hollow point is supposed to do, his leg should be missing a large chunk of flesh. Doctors say he will regain 100% mobility when it's all healed.

As far as a gunshot wound, it is relatively nothing. He escaped with 1/10th of the injury he should have. http://www.handgunsmag.com/files/20.....rbon_1209b.jpg
http://www.floridaarmory.com/image.php?type=P&id=709

On a further note, Power Ball ammunition is crap, at least at point blank range.


I guess you could say...

*Puts sun glasses on*

He dodged the bullet...


YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

So, shit happens, and tonight shit happened 3 ft away from me...

First, let's flashback to 7pm, just a few hours ago.
A friend called, needed 100$ to get out of jail because of a two year old seatbelt ticket, and spent the last 20 or so days going from jail to jail because they had a ticket for something BS they wanted him to pay.
I get the 100$, drive out to the jail and spring him out. His roomate, before he was arrested, was drunk and on some drug, swinging a knife at him and such. Police came, arrested them both, found out he had a seatbelt ticket and then he played the "Let's see 10 jails" tour as they tried to get 100$ out of him for 20 days...
Took him back to his place, he wanted to make sure that his stuff was safe, as she may have trashed his stuff. It was ok, then we headed out to my parents place.

At my parents place, he showed his new Glock around. 10mm (.40 S&W if you are a cartridge craphead).
Here is where it gets interesting:
He was going to take the slide off, see if it needed lubrication. He had a fully loaded magazine inside it, but a snap cap in the chamber. For whatever reason he racked the slide, ejected the snapcap and pulled the trigger to 'clear' the chamber.

The chamber did clear.

A 10mm nylon filled hollow-point round cleared the chamber. The thump was felt by the three people around the table, and our ears began ringing. The weapon had just been fired.
I knew he had the mag in, and it was full. My mouth was opening to tell him that he was hot as the round went off.
He had the gun pointed down to the floor, and I stood up and began searching for a hole, as there were people downstairs. I needed to know if the bullet went down there, then make sure everyone was safe.
My mom was surprised, asking "what happened?" I already knew from the second the pop began to ring my ears what happened.
Meanwhile, he walked ten feet into the living room, shouting "FUCK FUCK FUCK, SOOO STUPID, FUCK!"
He came back to where the shot was fired and sat down in the chair. Immediately I saw a bullet hole, reddening with blood in his pants leg as he sat down.
My mom was still lost, and I began to tall him, "Pull your pants down, I need to see it." He said, "It's nothing, I can walk this off."
I grab his pants and pull them down. What I see next is nothing like you would think. This isn't hollywood, it's real.
I see a hole big enough to stick my thumb into, blood slowly weeping out. The bullet entered his leg about eight inches down from his crotch, missing the major artery and burying the bullet inside his leg somewhere. The hole looked weird, about half an inch around the hole itself is depressed, like a divot in the skin.
I take my hand and press it over the hole to put pressure on it. My mom has a rag and says "We need a tourniquet." I remove my hand from the open wound and press down on the rag, while using my other hand to remove my belt, as it is the only thin withing range I can think of. Once off I loop it around his leg and tighten it, using both hands to tighten the belt, I see what looks like a bloody pulp spill from the hole, splattering on the ground. It looked like shredded bits of muscle in a not yet finished smoothie pouring from a garden hose.
All of this happened within 20 seconds of the discharge.
I searched for an exit wound, as it would have to be compressed as well, I tell him that the bullet is still inside his leg as I found no exit, and he replies "Yea, I can feel it, it hit the bone." while he keeps muttering as if an incantation, "Fuck fuck, stupid..." over and over again.
My mom is into herb-ology and stuff, and as luck would have it, had been reading about a weed that grows everywhere that is a great clotting agent. She had some of this dried and prepared in a sterile solution as a greenish goop, and goes to retrieve it. She pours on three large spoonfuls into and around the hole and I return the rag to compress.
My mom called the police, and relayed the information. She is a nurse of close to 30 years now. And she was right about that stuff she applied, within 30 seconds the wound had clotted up and stopped bleeding.

By this time the commotion, cursing and upturning of furniture brought the other eight people in the house, and they saw me, sitting down near the naked lower torso of my friend, hands bloodied. They as what happened and I say "He got shot." My mom orders them back downstairs, and they headed back down, pale faced.

The police showed up, 'secured' the gun I had already emptied and ejected the mag and they walked around, asking questions until the paramedics showed up. My mom filled them in and I made as much space for 'Tom', as he looked like my uncle, to get beside me and put gauze and wrap around the wound, then a tourniquet of his own before I got up to wash my belt and hands.
He was put on a stretcher and taken to the hospital.
The police spent a few minutes talking with everyone that was up there, then began to fill out reports in the dive way.
Throughout the whole ordeal, my friend remained lucid, engaging with the EMS and Police to answer their questions. He's at the hospital where my mom works, now in surgery.

It's not a fatal wound, and quick response managed to get the situation under control in thirty seconds. He didn't bleed alot, MAYBE 4 fluid ounces as there was a bit on his clothes, my hands and a four inch puddle on the floor where he was sitting.

The lesson here?
Keep your guns pointed in a safe direction, and double, triple, quadruple check the chamber before you 'dry' fire it, as it may STILL be loaded. By safe direction, I mean a wall with bricks on the other side, the ground, the dirt, away from all people.
It was an interesting experience, getting to move under pressure to handle the situation, see someone's reaction to that kind of pain, see a wound like that in person. Not something a whole lot of people see.


So, how was everyone else's night?

Well, I had a bit of fun up in Minnesota.
Laid down 120 feet of fence, ripping raw boards cut from a tree, sizing, painting and hanging them.
Got 3 vehicles running that had been sitting in excess of 15 years, and one was a tractor from 1940!
Did other miscellaneous things with skid mowers, chainsaws and tearing down and cleaning alot of guns...
There was no internet, cell reception and the only station on TV was one that played westerns pre-1980.

I did get to work more on a story I'm doing, got the final chapter for "Conflagration" complete. My laptop was flipping out, saying "THERE IS NO INTERNET! FIND ONE FAST!" every 5 minutes until I turned off the wireless card...
http://www.fimfiction.net/user/GearMane
WARNING, PONIES
Also got to log into the site to view mature stories.

My Uncle in Minnesota wants me to come fix some stuff for him... Will be gone for a week starting Monday.

Also, got 80 rds of 30-06 loaded with the proper powder for my M1 Garand... going to get to test it up there, see how it functions after the Op-rod re-bent.
Note to anypony that owns an M1, DO NOT USE OFF THE SHELF AMMO, unless you get an adjustable gas plug, you can cause a few hundred dollars of damage if you shoot modern ammo with it. The pressures are too high and can bend the op-rod, crack it, cause irreparable damage to the gas tube and so on...
Use 150gr to 185gr jacketed bullets, 40 to 50gr of IMR-4895 or H-4895 powder, CCI primers and cartridge total length of 3.2 to 3.34 inches.

Also, I can finally get a good set of M1 videos up on you tube that aren't 240p and shot 10 years ago...

It's going to be June 6th in a few days... Going to be 70 years now... I'll hopefully be around for the 100th year 'anniversary' for it.

I had a genius idea...
I was going to write a short story about Twilight Sparkle getting totally shitfaced and then has the great idea to write a letter to Celestia, telling her how much she hates ponyville and all the retard ponies in the town...
Then I go and see if anyone else has done it, and it has been done before...

A few of the sites I'm on have a rating system, a +1 or -1 if you will. As is obvious, the more +1's the entries receive, the more attention it gets. In a perfect world, this system would work as a guideline as to what is considered decent to view. But this is not a perfect world.

This system is inherently flawed and needs safeguards for abuse. So many times we have all experienced the liberty the internet gives us, with the liberty comes the downsides as well. We are all merely a facade, a mask we wear that either defines us or hides us. I don't care for faces as they exist in the real world, but making a statement that we are as we present ourselves to others. Some use this as a wall to hide behind, taking full advantage of the separation and displacement these series of 1's and 0's offer.

There are those that wear a mask at work, talk around the water cooler and joke with the rest of the crowd to fit in. For those that show their true selves, sometimes labels are applied unjustly. Some don't care what they are called, some do, and thus the mask of conformity. But all to often the masks can hide something ugly, something you would rather not see, in a metaphorical sense, not as it relates to beauty. Those that wear them take them off at home, donning another or being what truly lies underneath.

It's the nameless shapeless faces in the crowd, the ones that use their mask to belittle or chant one's demise. It may be who they truly are, or a way of directing anger from their life towards others in the hope that spreading bad moods is the cure for what they are feeling. Infantile slurs we all have felt, spurts of single words that are meant to slowly tear away at you, or a pre-pubescent tyraid that draws in one's mother, father and nether regions. Because we cannot reach out and deal a hoof-ful of justice, we feel powerless. Those that say "Stick and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me" are what I like to call "Doosh Canoes". After all, if this was true, then why do the word's 'Guilty' or 'Innocent' bring relief or dread when the gavel bangs?

Too often those online are on a silent mission to sink the proverbial battleship, to bring everyone else down. Instead of ignoring what they don't like, they go out of their way to make internet life hell for those they target, for no reason at all sometimes. This is the failings of the +/- system.

Most sites that use a rating system like this do not require any input other than a click, and a continuous stream of doing this bears to consequences. When this system is tied in with filters, it can be demoralizing and devastating, allowing those that put effort into good work to be unseen if the filters are set to remove low rating pieces from view. AS there are things on FA that I do not like, I avoid them, but they are still glanced over for a mere second, and even sometimes the concept intrigues me and I find something that I like. If I were to filter things out, I may be missing something I could potentially like.

With no repercussions from serial down rating, it becomes all to easy to drive someone into the ground, as their hard work becomes ignored, regardless of the quality that may appeal to some. This is also detrimental if the browsers see a large negative feedback vote, causing them to avoid such as the rest of the population deems unworthy instead of thinking for themselves and go with the flow.

I have done some talking with those on such sites, and it seems that alot of the ratings are not properly given. In a selfish desire to push their work above others, they can merely take a fraction of a second to add a negative point and send the work down the line with a deceitful mark without reviewing the content themselves. This can force works that are good to become drowned to their own self appointed 'masterpieces'.

A system without ramifications for one's actions WILL be abused. Like websites that ask for feedback, I feel that these systems need a check and balance to them. A way to root out the 'troll' votes from the actual ones that may be deserved.

Imagine for a second that FA has this system, where you were allowed to vote on each picture. There are some genres that are not too popular here, and would become washed in a torrent of down votes that would send some to tears. Then couple this with a system that displays the top rated pieces out front. 90% of FA artwork would probably never get seen by those that like the genre and subject mater.

Furaffinity has rather, a good system of 'voting', if one could call it that. Instead of being a faceless entity who can enter something derogatory without a name attached, it's an upbeat system of numbers that lets the poster know what is popular. View counters and favorites. From these two alone, once can gauge interest. If I post something that gets 2,000 views and 60 or so faves in a week, I consider that popular. If something I post gets 40 views and 3 faves in a week, that could be seen as not popular, my thoughts aside of how I like it. This can tailor what one does and posts, even with a lull of activity, eventually the continual postings of material will draw in a crowd of those that like them. IF someone here decides to make their displeasure shown, it has to be done in physical form through that of a post. IF the dislike is valid and criticism is received on a level that helps, it is known. But we all have seen the posts: 'WTF?' 'How could you like this?' and so on in that manner. These kinds of ill-thought vocalizations can be seen continually, building an opinion on the person voicing them and not on the work they disagree with.

If these sites REQUIRED a posting as to why they added a -1 vote, it would be apparent as to why they left it in the first place. Honest criticism can be taken, but those that simply mash the keyboards with asinine drivel being posted can be rooted out as a troll, and give them a face and reputation to go with it.

I also think that a timer of sorts would solve problems on story related posts. If it takes the average person 10 minutes to read 2,000 words, this can be a base for a filter. If someone goes on a submission, rates it down in 30 seconds, the vote goes into 'limbo'. The vote is then checked against the time table. With a preset timer of 20 minutes on a 4,000 word piece, anything within a few minutes of that time stamp can be counted as legitimate. Where as anything outside of the 20 minute stamp (+ or - 5 minutes) would count against them.

This brings up a new dynamic that would keep those from down rating without legitimate purpose. Each rating that is flagged as deceitful (I/E they did not review the material or left the window open for an hour to run down the 30 minute timer) can add a point to an honor system. Too many negative points toward their user wold result in the removal of the rating system from them for a period of time, and a continued violation could result in a suspended account for a period of time. Continued repeat violations could result in an outright permanent ban. This adds in accountability, making sure that what is given towards a work is valid.

With the system left as it is, someone can go around and dislike in minutes, materials and works that would take days to consume if properly gone through. Imagine if I went around and starting vocalizing what I don't like, and trolling with dumb shit. It would leave a mark on me, as on FA, I have to input with my name attached to do such things. If FA would allow me to do the same thing, but anonymously with numbers... People here would go insane without a valid reason for why their works were being shunned. It's not even criticism, just as guide-less slap in the face beating them down without telling them why.

I just want to get on the internet and disconnect from real life, live in a fantasy world for a while where anything is possible. To engage in peace and serenity with those who share my interests, and even at some points take part in a violent bloody massacre of digital pixels that I can withdraw from when I am satiated. I want to learn and grow at my leisure and not be accosted by single syllable simpletons that ram the real world into my own personal world...

Selling my Kangaroo and Crux soon.
Going to wash and fix what needs to be before selling...
General size, 6 ft 3in, up to 50 inch chest waist and hips.
I won't be adjusting size, as is...

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/188258/the-ward
WARNING: PONIES!

I have been a massive bell end... No excuse for what I have done.
I have been lonely and lost for ages...
I just don't know what to say.
I dunno if I will be back.

A wise man once said:
"Never make decision while tired, angry or drunk."
And I had done all three.

There is something mentally wrong with me... I can see it now.

For the past month and few days I have been running deep and silent. I turned my phone off and have been deleting every message that is sent without reading it when I turn it on. I will be switching numbers soon. Down below is the reason why.

I have let certain things control my life, to live in this fantasy world I have created and becoming a slave to all things not relevant to survival. I have thought long and hard about my future, and I have come to the determination that if I am to get anywhere in real life, I have to leave things behind. This means that things have to go, mainly everything here.

Why?

I have let this website control me for far to long. I would live every day, get through all the mess and hassle of the 7 to 5, waiting for the clock to turn over and come home to this, whatever this is. Hours spent doing literally nothing, all for the paltry feedback of twisted minds exclaiming joy and adulation over the jerk off on paper I have done, all to feed my internet ego. Such things have destroyed me. I don't want to live through the day to come home to nothing.

As all things in life, I assess them them to be relevant to continuing my growth as an adult, and I have outgrown this part of my life, as I feel I have learned as much as I can with it. I feel that this course of my life no longer has any relevance to shaping me. Much like sports, I now view this site as something trivial, and irrelevant to continuing my life and where I am going/want to go.

As much as this breaks me, letting things go into disarray as abruptly as this. I feel that breaking away from all of this is what I need. Art, 'friends' and experiences that have been taken, collected, cataloged and finalized as another chapter in my life. I will continue to grow outside of this site, hopefully in complete isolation from the world I have here.

This place has been a breeding ground for all that I am, and all that I need to break away from now. There have been alot of successes, but more failures, leaving a shadow that I cannot emerge from.

To the one person I still owe, I will give your money back when I have the capability. (You know who you are)

I would ask that no one try to contact me.
Should I decide to continue my online presence elsewhere, leave me alone.

In 48 hours, I will shut down my page.

Tonight EVERYTHING 'burns'.
I take my leave and wish all of you the best.
Please forget me.

Goodbye.

Found a wallet in the middle of the road I live on... License, cards and cash all still in there.
Gotta go return it tomorrow... He's not too far away

I watch a TON of them, tv shows as well. There isn't anything I won't watch (Early childhood 'education' excluded).
From My Little Pony to Hobo With a Shotgun, I've seen alot.
I usually don't see them in the theater, as some aren't worth the ticket price.

Rarely does anything strike me as a good movie, but I have to say that earlier tonight, I saw one that I love.
Mud
It's not because I love Matthew McConaughey, it's that it is a genuinely good movie.


Also, here's a list of things I have seen:
http://www.imdb.com/user/ur33651499/watchlist

It's not complete, as there are some things I have seen but can't remember, and I am always adding to it.

I sent in some fanart to a podcast thingy I listen to alot, and they featured it!
I somehow feel validated for whatever reason.

http://youtu.be/8yIpvprrB_k?t=42m55s

BTW, AlChestbreach is best youtuber...