The Last Bronycon: a fandom autopsy by Jenny Nicholson

When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain In the shadow of the forest though she may be old and worn They will stare unbelieving at the last Bronycon When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing And you look to the north and a pale m...

sometimes life gets to wild I have to come back to this video just to stabilize

There's something weirdly hilarious about the half-hour build from "I know a little bit about MLP" to "I was one of the main creative drives behind a fanmade spinoff series that is culturally significant to this day." Like, there's burying the lede, and then there's ancestral tombing it.

I think we skipped too quickly over the fact that somebody impersonated Jenny and was never heard from again. That's a whole unsolved mystery.

There's something really sad about Lyle's mother describing her husband as "conservative", then desperately trying to find something, anything else to describe him as and failing. Either there's nothing else to him but being conservative, or everything else was too messed up to say out loud.

That woman who says "Please exit the emergency exit, every pony!" is really doing her job.