Nighttime - the perfect chance to cool off during the summer.
The sky is peaceful, the low light not a problem as I pace around the back porch, letting my thoughts stretch their legs. Under the cover of darkness I can enjoy the fresh air with a modicum of privacy, simply listening to the sounds of the night: the hum-buzz of the garage light, the wind rustling through the leaves, the quiet noise of a car driving by, the faint whine-static coming from overhead in the clear sky...
Just a short note that I'm back in modern day at functional levels. Still need to finish pulling stuff out of transport, but for the most part I'm here.
The event was good - decent weather, no serious problems in either direction, and no major foul-ups over the weekend. There were some interesting happenings, but they only make sense if you know all of the details, and I doubt that I could get across enough of them for it to be coherent.
One thing did stick in my mind, though...
At night, after most people had gone to bed and I was left awake to watch the fire burn down to coals, embers, and finally ash, my thoughts turned to idle pondering. Gazing at the clear night sky full of stars and across the tranquil bay, I found that I could only think of one thing: are there realms beyond our own? What are they like? Would I fit in better there? And perhaps... maybe I could make some friends...?
It's dark here, and I'm going to be calling it a night soon. Usually I stay up later than this, but tomorrow's going to be busy, and the rest of the weekend will be even busier.
There's a Civil War event in Port Gamble this weekend, so I'll be time travelling about 150 years into the past on Friday and won't return to the present day until very late Sunday... or more likely, Monday.
Before I go to bed, however, I'm going to enjoy the night air. It's peaceful, cool, and one of the best times for me to ponder things. To be honest, I tend to be a nocturnal person by nature - given my druthers, I'd go to bed around dawn, wake up in the afternoon, and be awake for the night... but since I have to interact with a mostly diurnal city, my options are limited.
On the plus side, it makes me a natural for fire watch at Civil War events - I'll stay up as long as it takes for the campfire to burn completely down to ash.
Ah well - might as well enjoy the nights as they come... starting with this one! Good night!
I figure this is the best forum for my idle thoughts, away from the wreckage of my other bloglikes.
So, who am I? A college student majoring in what had seemed interesting at the time. Problem is, the more I learn, the less certain I am that I want to continue towards that major! And to complicate things, I'm not entirely sure what I want to do with my life, or what my best skills are.
At this point, there's just a few things keeping me moving forward: my stubbornness, D&D sessions with family, anime at school, Civil War re-enacting during the summer, and something I found out about in May...
Ponies.
Yes, I discovered My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic[danger: TVtropes link!] near the end of the first season. I had known that it existed for a while before that, from YouTube channel subscriptions that I barely paid attention to and the signatures/avatars in a close-knit forum I visit. One day, my curiosity overtook me, so I watched the first episode...
...and then the second, and third, and...
I was hooked. The show is honestly good - the primary audience might be little girls, yet it's still quality entertainment for the entire family. Go watch it; you'll be glad you did.
Anyway, tying the threads together. One of the background aspects of the show is that each pony, as they grow up, discover the talent that they both like and are good at. At that point, they gain a cutie mark, an emblem on their haunch that reflects that talent. Until that point, their flank is blank. Thus, someone who hasn't discovered their talent is a blank-flank. And since the nickname for an older fan of the MLP:FiM series is brony...
