Honestly, it’s pretty much done and all I need is feedback (hopefully from those who listen to it here!). I’ve tried making the vocal track and the guitar fit together better. So yeah, enjoy the full track (loose ends and all).
WOWIE ZOWIE! We made it to TEN mix albums! Because ten is a big round number, I made this album extra big. It is a whopping FORTY-FIVE TRACKS!!! So many songs, I had to split it in to two parts, which you can find:
ALSO, because I love you all so very much, I made a BEST OF album. I know it maybe seems a little silly to do this seeing as these mixes began as compilations of my favorite pony music, but now that I have 300+ songs, I figure not everyone wants to trudge through the entire set.. so this is a mix of 51 of my absolute favorite music to come out of the pony fandom. The best of the best! This is also split in to two parts and can be found:
“‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”—J. K. Rowling (via carbonlullabye)