Sweetsong at her best: 2015 highlights reel.

So there's a lot going on, and we'll try to get all the info to you soon, folks, but in the meantime, Sweetsong and I have gone back through the many, many, MANY photos we've shot this year, and would like to share with you our favorite pictures of that Photogenic Sweetheart we all know and love.

These shots have come from a variety of places, times, and moods. A lot of them have been shown on my twitter (sort of my main base of operations these days, and you can find it here), and some of them are buried in blogposts that never got finished for one reason or another. Also included is the painting commissioned from Agnes Garbowska, who is the awesomest and you should go check her out.

If you have any questions, feel free to hit up the comments, and we can tell you all about any of the shots.

so without further ado, here's our Heroine at her finest.

...after the break, of course. 

Happy Holidays!

Oh.

um...

Hey there.

Listen, sorry we forgot about you guys. We've been...well, we've got a lot planned for the new year, so we've been real busy with all of that.

We feel awful about forgetting though, so how about a story, fresh off the presses for all you MLP fans?

This one's called Restless Couriers.

We're quite proud of it. The Sombraverse is still on its way, but here's something to fill the gap in the meantime.

Happy Holidays! See you soon.

O Weird World: Cadejo's fantastic day.

I know reposting things here from my twitter is self-indulgent at best, and horrid levels of tacky at minimum, but today I pulled off a hat-trick in Tweetstorms. the first and third will be compiled into normal text, but the second one loses punch if not presented in its original format.

head below the break for timespace anomalies, cute barkeeps, moments of ecstasy, and the multiverse's most dangerous appetizer.

Welcome to the Sombraverse.

It all begins right here, dear readers.

Enjoy.

FROM THE VAULTS: Cadejo's published article on Ponies, during his college years.

A bit of preface: I have been on the MLP bandwagon long enough that I can get away with calling myself one of the OG Bronies. #represent

Someone on Skype got me nostalgic about it, so here's an article I wrote back in college about 8 months after I became a brony (so around November 2011) about the show.

I'm not changing anything, even the references to my then-beginning problems with alcohol, so as to preserve my feelings at the time, and not give into the temptation to rewrite it completely.

So, here, after the break, unedited and unretractable, is

ON THE MAGIC OF FRIENDSHIP (or, how I learned to stop hating myself and love ponies)

Fresh from the presses:

 SO, my dear readers, we have a story already on its way to you. It's called Crooked Stems. It's a little rough, seeing as we didn't have time to hit up folks for proper pre-reading before the deadline for NaPoWriMo, but we're still proud of it!

More than that, we also have a Multi-volume work headed your way. Cadejo nearly crapped himself with joy over the Sombra Timeline in the finale, and as a result we've got a whole universe to fill. We've got some 3500 words into it already, and it's been a while since the gang has been so inspired.

Our rough count at this time for NaPoWriMo is 11.5k or so, which is a huge improvement over the last couple attempts in previous years, all of which add up to zero.

We'll keep you posted! In the meantime, check the rough version of 'Crooked Stems' and keep an eye out for more!

...actually don't. that sounds painful.

weekly reminder I'm not dead.

Not going to tease and say I've got anything coming down the pipe directly, but now that I'm getting a handle on the overnights I'm starting to have time again, so I wouldn't rule it out, either.

...

reminder that when I disappear in about 5 days or so, I'm not dead, it's just fallout 4.

— Cadejo@foodcon (@CallMeCadejo) November 5, 2015

if you're ever wondering what I'm up to in the day-to-day, (or, C&L forbid, you worry about me for some reason) you can always find me on twitter. It's a lot easier to post random thoughts that don't quite add up to a decent post.

also, I am so freaking stoked, man. I get a pip-boy.

shifts five nights a week

So it's going to be slow for a bit. It's a bit much, but a job's a job, right?

Adapting

If it seems like the blog's gathering dust, that's because it has been, at least a little bit.

I've been finding it hard to sit down and write up posts (planned or otherwise) if only because I'm now sleeping about 10 hours a day. on my two days off, I totally trashed the sleep schedule that I've been trying to set for myself.

the job itself isn't bad, and more often than not it's been dead as a doornail. If anything, I feel a little over-trained for what is otherwise a brainless job.

still, the hours get long, and I find myself taking time on tasks just to burn off some of that stack of time that ends up laying about and casting a dull grey light over everything. I don't feel confident enough to sneak my computer in yet, and given that my handwriting is not only slow but sloppy, I'm not producing a lot of content, much less of the quality I feel I owe you few regulars.

I'm sure I'll get a routine soon enough, but all the same, posts might be once a week instead of  (almost) once a day for the next couple of weeks, at least until I have a handle on this whole thing.

-Cadejo

Day 3 of graveyard shift

Posts have been non-existent because I've been sleeping roughly 10 hours a day.

still getting used to it. Somehow, the night where I was barely conscious (the first one), my count on cigarettes was at least 80% MORE accurate than the night where I was awake (last night).

going to try to do better on night three, but only time will tell.

anyways, just here to show that A) I ain't dead, B) I remember this blog exists, and 3) I ain't dead.

catch you all on the flip.

Tonight the job starts.

Didn't have time to hack together a post, but I'm sure tonight will provide plenty of...colorful stories for the near future.

either way, wish me luck.

Post later, Steam time.

Trying to fight my way through my backlog of games, so no real post tonight.

If you want to come bother me, my steam name is Call me Cadejo (big surprise, right?), but you might also want to drop me a line and tell me who you are.

The Long Cold Hours

I'll tell you about them, after the break.

No Bot Is An Island-How does death in video games affect you?

Hey folks.

two things:

1) We're done making adjustments to the site, at least for now. More is planned for the future, but planned in that 'couple o' fuzzy ideas scribbled down somewhere' sort of way. Things should be stable for a bit.

B) an interesting thought occurred to me during a twitter conversation, and lit up a bunch of percolating concepts in the back of my head. I'm turning it into an essay, but as always, no writing piece is of any use without some research behind it. so I'd like to pose a few questions, if you're up for them.

You can find those questions below.

BEAR WITH US...OR HORSE WITH US OR WOLF WITH US OR FLA---

So I'm trying to crack the IntenseDebate html by hand and make the font a little bigger for legibility. As you can guess, it's painfully slow. EDIT: Never mind. Turns out ID has some quick CSS shortcuts buried in the help section. comments be bigger now. I'm also trying some alternate palettes and stuff out, so don't assume anything is permanent until we say otherwise.

I'm also still trying to find an ideal font, which by all estimations is going to take some time. I like Georgia the most out of the options I have, but... I dunno.

feel free to panic, start fires, and generally riot in the comments. 

won't change anything, per se, but it might make you feel better.

New formatting, what do you think?

So I'm trying out a few formatting changes, for the sake of design and readability.

Chief among them (and the one that's NOT up for debate) was ditching the old font, as it was...well, total shit, for lack of a better term.

I adjusted the font size, as well, and a few other things. 

What do you folks think? better? worse? yes? no? maybe? not as cool as SweetieBelleDaily?

Feel free to post your questions/comments below, as I am very desperate for the attentionI am curious as to what's an improvement, or what changes could be made for the better.

Adventures with Sweetsong-Ontario County Park...again.

Catch it after the break.

Returning to regular posts soon

Thanks for the patience, dear readers. Things are...well, better, at least, and I'll have both the time and the emotional stability to make posts regularly again.

Sorry that there's not much more than that tonight, but as it stands I don't have the focus or the inspiration to crank something out for you. soon, friends. soon.

Me and my big stupid mouth.

explanations below.
sort of.

Hey Appleglenn

Could you just tell folks like Duke I'm alright? I'm probably not going to be posting for a couple days, as I've got to straighten stuff out before I get the urge to jump in front of a train. this job is starting to rot me from the inside out and I need to take care of that.

sorry to call you out by name, but I know you still check here regularly.

It's gotten to the point where I can't even write or think properly, and I need to get out before it breaks me.

but I'll be okay. I have a plan.

Not feeling up to a post tonight

work was miserable today, given how much we lost to scrap, and I realized that I can't stand how racist some of the people around me there are.

or anywhere, for that matter.

I don't want to make this a political blog, but there's things I refuse to tolerate, and racism/sexism/homophobia/jingoism is chief on the list.

and yes, "is" would be the correct grammatical choice here. they're all just different names for the same parasite.

honestly thinking about giving up on screenwriting, too, and becoming a park ranger or something so I can help take care of nature and not have to deal with people as much.

here, let's put aside my discontentment, and instead have a picture of Sweetsong at Cobb's Hill.

I think tomorrow I'm going to try and write up all the sweetsong adventures I missed.

anyways, take care, Constant Readers. Always glad to see you stop by.

Alt-J live review

pic.twitter.com/bjo0q8sEFM

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 24, 2015

that was...by far one of the best concerts I've ever been to. the only contenders against it are the Foo Fighters (who went nearly 4 goddamn hours), and Godspeed You! Black Emperor (which is a memory I keep in a glass box).

holy crap though. definitely best light show, and just...the main street armory is the coolest venue ever.

Main street armory. Alt-J. This is gonna be good. pic.twitter.com/7IM6RDPb5I

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 23, 2015

anyways, if you're not into Alt-J you need to fix that.

good night, Dear reader, good night.

Going to see Alt-J

so there won't be a post tonight.

though if you're feeling randy, this might count.

don't feel randy, he doesn't like it.

An Alt-J Primer below.

working on a new MLP fic

So given that last week took IDW comic rarity's obsession with Noir and made it canon, I have no choice but to take the Rarity Detective Fic I've had kicking around in my head for a few years and actually write it out. 

The story is called "A Finder of Lost Things," and it's a sort of holmesy affair with a healthy dose of dirk gently and various genre 'cliches' to either be abused or lampshaded.

it'll be fun.

also given that I'm out of work today (I barfed in the bathroom. acid reflux is not fun, but I fixed it with tums and a plate of pierogi when I got home) I figure instead of laying around being miserable, I should lay around and be productive and miserable.

spoilers (sort of) below, but sometimes I can't help but look back at my notes and laugh.

Stillllll in a dreeeaaammmmm CAAAKEEE EAAAATERRRRRRRR

Wow, it got heavy last night, didn't it?

let's totally ruin that moment.

started playing MGS3:SNAAAKKEEEE EAAATERRR at my buddy Walter's house, and holy crap is it fun. there's all sorts of jokes I get now (such as the above one, obviously), but even better is the fact that it's built to be a bond game.

If you've got any doubts about whether to at least look into the game, let me present the main theme as my argument.

Like, just look at that. They did a motherbuckin' BOND THEME THAT'S BETTER THAN QUITE A FEW ACTUAL BOND THEMES.

also, I suck at stealth games, so it's an enjoyable experience to watch me be awful, according to the gang.

What a thrill...
With darkness and frosting through the night

What a thrill...

I'm searching and I'll bake into you

What a mess in my mouth

But you're so tasty!

I quit my diet
Not for honor, but for you
**Cake Eater**
In my time there'll be no one else
Confection, it's the way I ice to you
**Cake Eater**
I'm still in a dream, Cake Eater!

Panel Follow-up: Living with a Tantabus, Equestria LA 2015

Fair warning, this is going to be heavy stuff.

A more serious talk than usual, after the break.

Cravings will be satisfied. @VictorAppleFarm pic.twitter.com/1lAUPoSjgU

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

Wait, what do you mean we forgot applejack? pic.twitter.com/JAtl2agOnT

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

(internet here is being buggy, so more posts on saturday. tomorrow I hang with the gang, so maybe expect more pictures of fire?)

GOP debate reactions

to be honest, I'm a hardcore Green Party kind of guy, (if my endless pictures of nature haven't given me away as an environmentalist yet, nothing will), so I wasn't very interested.

that being said, reading the #gopdebate posts on twitter was endlessly more entertaining without any context.

all I got out of it were these:

It's like watching a broken animatronic at a disney park, but somehow more terrifying. https://t.co/2K2v7usEnG

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

#GOPDebate All I've learned is that Trump is a broken animatronic doll from a disney ride possessed by someone's rich racist grandpa.

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 17, 2015

call me up when he bursts into flame.

Day one of "The Safe Job"

Not really allowed to talk about this one either, but this time I feel like a co-conspirator, at least, instead of a sacrificial lamb.

it's also only 10 minutes from home, 2 minutes from my comic book shop of choice, and I make pretty cool stuff.

tonight's safety phrase that pays for days through the haze of a maze called malaise: "Dish Sponge."

quote it to the nearest ungulate, and see if they're in on it, too.

Last Roundup Fiasco announces their first R&B Album

It's better if you don't look.
[I know you're going to look anyway]

Sweetsong as done by AGNES GARBOWSKA

This totally makes her canon, right?

full size pic below the breakline.

NOT DEAD, JUST SICK AS A DOG

actually, any given dog is probably healthier than I have been since yesterday.

I've been pounding OJ and slept most of the past two days, so it should round out.

eat your vitamins, kids. don't be like uncle cadejo and inject them straight into your kidneys.

Man, weirdly productive blogging day.

Feels weird, man.

catching up with one of my closest friends today, and we had one of our late night "coffee and comics" binges, (minus coffee for me, because the obvious) and it led to our usual misadventures.

Walmart voyages are an experience. if you don't believe me, go into one and take a good, thorough look around the section labeled "canned meats."

I learned things today. things I can't unlearn.

Wal-mart is...an experience. Every time. pic.twitter.com/dEd5OVJ5xJ

— Cadejo, Storyteller (@CallMeCadejo) September 11, 2015

EQLA SWAG ROUNDUP

Sorry, got real for a second there. still, it's important, alright? 
thanks for sticking with me, either way. there is a reward.

THAT'S RIGHT FOLKS IT'S WHAT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

CADEJO'S GOING TO COUGH UP TO HOW MUCH MONEY HE BLEW SHOW YOU ALL THE NEAT STUFF HE ACQUIRED AT EQLA.

World suicide Prevention day is today.

I...listen. today is important. REALLY important.

I...I don't know that I have it in me emotionally to talk about it, but if you're on the edge out there, please come back. I know it's bad, but there's another way. please. there always is.

Proud swagger out of the school yard 
Waiting for the world's applause 
Rebel without a conscience 
Martyr without a cause 

Static on your frequency 
Electrical storm in your veins 
Raging at unreachable glory 
Straining at invisible chains 

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge 
Staring down into a heartless sea 
Can't face life on a razor's edge 
Nothing's what you thought it would be 

All of us get lost in the darkness 
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars 
All of us do time in the gutter 
Dreamers turn to look at the cars 
Turn around and turn around and turn around 
Turn around and walk the razor's edge 
Don't turn your back 
And slam the door on me 

It's not as if this barricade 
Blocks the only road 
It's not as if you're all alone 
In wanting to explode 

Someone set a bad example 
Made surrender seem all right 
The act of a noble warrior 
Who lost the will to fight 

And now you're trembling on a rocky ledge 
Staring down into a heartless sea 
Done with life on a razor's edge 
Nothing's what you thought it would be 

No hero in your tragedy 
No daring in your escape 
No salutes for your surrender 
Nothing noble in your fate 
Christ, what have you done? 

Some sort of sleep/health issue

Not entirely sure what's going on here, but...

I'm exhausted and completely short of breath. I didn't sleep last night almost at all (which I suspect was just a result of yesterday in general), and I'm having trouble keeping awake.

As a result, I'm pushing posts back again. I feel bad to do it, as I know some of you really want to know how it all went, but right now I need to get some sleep and figure out what the hell is going on.

I'll still probably be checking my twitter, if you should need to contact me or something, but until tomorrow I'm not going to be at nightlies on EQD or Base or anywhere.

hopefully it's just accumulated stress and jetlag, and not anything more serious.

EDIT: Took some decongestants and the like and I can breathe easier now, but exhaustion is still a thing.

OR NOT.

That was miserable. It was factory work, which usually I don't mind, but Christ. I felt like cattle on the way to the slaughterhouse.

So I'm not going back, I'm calling the temp agency tomorrow, and spending the rest of tomorrow writing about all the pony swag from EQLA.

today's phrase is dehumanized. D:

Day 1 of "The Hammer Job"

can't explain what that means, unfortunately, as I'm not allowed to talk about this job very much, other than the fact it's another factory assignment.

 but here I go. wish me luck, and hopefully all this bad juju I'm feeling is misplaced.

EQLA POSTS INBOUND

Hey there folks! turns out I am NOT dead, but I haven't had anything other than airplane sleep (which counts for about a 1/4 of what it should be) since sunday morning, so I'm going to smear the posts out across the week and into the weekend.

I have most of the swagpost done, as that's the easiest, and I want the day-by-day breakdown and my panel highlights to come later, as I'm still in a crazy (good, but still crazy) emotional state. I just had the best three days of my life, and I'm trying to let them settle, as well as the fact I am starting a new job tomorrow that I've got reservations about, not the least of which is that I essentially am not allowed to talk about what I will be doing as a condition of working there.

also, my phone continues to slosh further down the bullshit slip-n-slide it's been on since the day I left, so getting the photos out at the proper resolution may require a hammer.

Still, don't want to leave you hanging, so here's a few quick teasers:

Ludicrous amounts of swag. all worth it.

Horse Famous People I have met: EQLA 2015

Not so much EQLA (though it was the last leg of my flight back), so much as Sweetsong and I agree this is one of the best shots we've taken of her.

anywho, Catch you around, Constant Readers. This dog has a sleephole to dig himself.

can die happy now.

@Fyre_flye @M_A_Larson @KeatingRogers @gmberrow I met some heroes today. Proof that a life can turn around. #thankyou pic.twitter.com/UG2HrkbE9b

— Cadejo goes to EQLA (@CallMeCadejo) September 5, 2015

Safely in LA bed with AJ...the plush.

We have...arrived. #EQLADREAMING pic.twitter.com/6svpLTQG6d

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) September 4, 2015

Bless this solid earth

I swear. Swear. Next time I'm taking a train.

That was really bucking close.

It will actually be my ghost if you see me at EQLA, because I am actually dead of four consecutive coronaries trying to make my connection in JFK. I made it and am now actually just dead on the plane. Going to sleep instead of finishing my panel because holy jesus I can see his face who knew christ was a draft horse?

Stillness of soul in concourse B

There's no spirit in this place. Maybe--maybe when I was young, there was the bitterness of departure, the excitement of travel about to begin. When I was young, there might have been the detensioning sigh of arrival, the warmth of travels finished and the welcoming arms of home.

It all died screaming when the security gates moved up the hall, but the roar of engines spooling up for departure and the deafening screech of fears made new 300 miles away in a smoldering hole in the center of a city washed them out like a puddle before a bursting dam.

Now even the air tastes sterile. Sterile the way the bleached air is in the cabin planes. The only thing that keeps me from getting sick is the desert sun awaiting me, the thought of sand and fire and freeways, and the impossibly pretty blonde sitting across from me.

In a tide of uneventful faces, she's like a sunflower in a field of wheat. She's nearly cut from stone, she's in such good shape. And her skin matches, flawless. Eyes like clear water in sunny climes, and a look of cold determination and intelligence. Hell, she's even wearing the kind of nikes I like.

Our eyes occasionally meet in disinterest, not looking directly at each other or anything at all, just roving in boredom. Beyond the fact it's half a bored hour in an airport, and that she's so far out of my league there's galaxies between, I don't want to interfere. She's so perfect as a human in a moment, I'm afraid if I approached her she'd shatter like glass and I'd have murdered a higher stage of human. Plus, it's better just to leave her to her own story, and not ruin this moment of amazement.

She points out that someone dropped her sunglasses. Her voice is perfect.

I don't believe, almost, that she's real. She's a reflection of what I want to be, in honesty.

And there's probably someone out there that thinks I'm some stupid fucking ideal. Everyone has these moments, whether they realize or not. We witness an idea that has actually been someone else with their own life and thoughts the whole time.

It's the only break from the disgusting view of an airport made ugly.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAND BUCK MY STUPID BUCKING PHONE

Thank you, you heaping pile of crap, thank you for shitting yourself at the worst possible moment.

music and camera are now effectively useless, because my phone decided to forget what the fuck a MicroSD card is EVEN THOUGH IT WAS USING SHIT FROM IT TWENTY MINUTES AGO MOTH---


anyways, going to get a camera at bestbuy or somewhere because I am not going to EQLA without some sort of photography equipment.


fuuuck.

top kek

but, really though. SOOON.

You've suffered an awesome fate, haven't you?

3 DAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

until Equestria LA. :D
so actually, what I'm here to tell you is to not expect any blogposts before or during EQLA, because I will be doing at least some of the following:
BEFORE

• Packing
• Planning
• Trying to finish my panel
• Panicking 
• Panicking about my unfinished panel
• Panicking through a practice run of the pane
• being on planes
• did we mention panicking?

DURING

• Intermittent seizures out of pure joy
• Panicking about my panel
• Doing my panel
• Panicking mid-panel
• Panicking before meeting horse celebrities
• Eating Lunch with M. A. Larson (no, really)
• Chilling with a certain Duke for a least a bit
• PONIES EVERYWHERE OSMXIASDASMGGGFHFFHFGN
• In-N-Out Burger
• Like, Twice
• Visiting a semi-distant relation who lives out there, or them visiting me, or something
• Panicking about something
• Videotaping and Photographing everything in sight
• Trying not to get drive-by signed by Larson
• Probably panicking on the flights, because I hate flying
• Horse
• So Much Horse

So, if you see a big, crazy-haired Dweeb out there by the name of Cadejo Jones, make fun of his face or something. Tell him Heavy Gauge sent you.

or, TL;DR:

Seems that the wrath of the gods got a punch on the nose

and it's startin' to flow

think I might be sinkin'

Throw me a line 

if I reach it in time

I'll meet you up there 

where the path runs straight and high

Sweetsong's Adventures previews

So, since I've got a backlog of these now, I'm just going to throw out a couple images of places we've been recently, so as to show that we are trying to keep up.

catch more below

Sometimes I do poetry, too. Here's one for EQLA.

The Poem is called "Ridley's Riddle." catch it post-break.

Fire.

Yeah. Fire.

"LETHE" sketchbook dump #1

I like to art

Random sketches from when I should have been paying attention at the orientation.

I like the ghosty-liney one, as I knew from the moment the pen hit the page it was going to come out well, and I never get that feeling, as half the time when pen hits page I don't even know what I'm drawing, which was the case with this one. Feels like it's pinkie pie, and I'm not sure why.

also, Pony Power Armor. I think that's my favorite sketch I've drawn....maybe ever. It's just so bucking COOOOOOL.

On Deviant art, for those who prefer it.

plenty more below, but I'm just going to leave the links to the deviantart posts instead of copying the notes over on all of them, because that will take forever and I'm feeling lazy. some language ahead (but you know me) and one that's...well, pretty creepy. so fair warning on that.

Today was a bucking rollercoaster of emotion.

apologies to my more senstive readers but FUCKFUCKSHITFUCKOHMYGODSLOWEVERTYHINGDOWNIWANTTOGETOFFMRBONESWILDRIDECHRISTPAINTINGPICTURESOFCATSHELPFUUUUCK.

so, the recap:

Equestria LA announced that Lauren Faust that will be a guest out of bucking nowhere.

I'm a star sponsor, so I will almost definitely meet her.

then it turns out that the company I worked for lost the big order, and there wasn't going to be almost any business for the factory for months.

PLEASE NOTE THAT I USED THE PAST TENSE THERE. As I had only been there a little over a month, and was still technically a temp, I got the axe.

yup.

THEN I gorged myself on food and walked around the mall near my house for a bit, which helped:

Unexpectedly laid off. Thankfully rochester's signature dish is the best coping mechanism in the world. pic.twitter.com/3vCbdQfvzr

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) August 26, 2015

EDIT: forgot to mention that the temp agency might have another job for me. whups.


THEN I FOUND OUT that my panel is not only first thing in the morning at Equestria LA, but also the ONLY THING GOING ON THAT HOUR. [panicky horse noises]

then one of my favorite animators ever (viva IMMATOONLINK reverie) posted this:

which cheered me up a ton.


Then, as an extension of laughing about the above song and other canadian things, my dad told me that my Great-Great-Grandfather was actually a huge part in the populist movements in western canada back around the turn of the 20th Century:
Frederick William Green was a pretty cool dude, apparently.

Which explains a lot of my political views, in a way.


and now I'm sitting here, typing to you while eating cheesecake and trying not to fall apart. 

fuck this day. seriously.

also:

Buck the poh-lease pic.twitter.com/BxOOASC1NZ

— Cadejo Jones (@CallMeCadejo) August 26, 2015

PS:adventures with sweetsong has been postponed until tomorrow night due to exhaustion.

Tired now. blog tomorrow.

I will not be in to work on thursday (related to going back for my degree), so I'll totally make an awesome post of the aswemomeoaowsasweawesome stuff Sweetsong and I did today.


like find bagpipers. no, seriously, we did.


anywho, have some Ghost instead.

More Top-of-the-world shenanigans with everypony's favorite mare.

 Inhaled too much degreaser today and got nauseous at work,  so I decided to head for the hills again with our constant heroine.

I'd feel bad about not having actual writing posts and interesting stuff here, but screw that. Nature and ponies and pictures and beautiful clean air.

more pinnacle adventures below.

Everything will be OK

dunno why, but I got a feeling.

A feeling like the worst is behind us.

So just...

Sleep tight, okay?

Tonight's a night for restful slumber.

see you later, space pony.

FOUND: ONE MISS SWEETSONG, ALIVE AND TERRIFIED

RARITY IS NOW HONORARY BEST PONY AND FINDER OF LOST THINGS.

Stroke of luck. No photos of her where I found her, because all parties agreed it was better to just get her out. Brought rarity along because her mark came from finding things, and that turned out to be an excellent choice.

She was lodged between two rocks here:

 

nearly fell in, which would have meant broken ribs on the rocks beneath the water, but I didn't, so it's all good.

RIP Sweetsong the first. 2011-2015.

She's gone.

I can't find her anywhere, and I think she fell out of my pocket while I was down at the bay.

That makes this the last photo I ever took of her.

more below.

No post tonight...unless you count this.

which you shouldn't.


have some kasabian instead.

Collected Detritus (and also a sweet pony figurine find)

Thoughts, brainfarts and the like below. mostly just little things laying around that don't add up to a post on their own.

also MLP swag GET

see you on the other side of the break.

Living with a Tantabus warm-up question-how'd you find the ponies?

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO if you haven't heard I'll be doing a panel at Equestria LA, and as part of writing it, I want to get a feel for you.

um, lemme rephrase that. I want to get a feel for what brought people to the fandom, and what keeps them around.

Questions can be found after the break.

APPLEJACK IS IN THE HOUSE (the plush arrrived)

also searching "Applejack Dat Ass" without safesearch on was...interesting.

pics below!

SWEETSONG IS BEST PONE

She's only canon to the merch, but I don't give a buck. Literally the best.

Bleh. Just keeping the posts regular, but don't feel up to a whole post tonight.

A SUMMARY OF MY DAY AT WORK:

New OC-Redline

after the break. because suck it nerds.

Our Deer Neighbors.

No, don't give me that, it's spelled correctly. 

more after the break.

CRAAAAAAP I missed yesterday.

Crap. My b.

Here's Sweetsong at one of my usual workstations, the grinding wheel, to make up for that.

Sombra X Stairs my OTP

Literally the best thing ever.

From this video

yeah.

Today was terrifying.

Nearly lost my fingertips today at work. A millimeter further and they would have been clean off.

Went home because nearly passing out. Not so much the blood loss, more the tetanus shot.

Stupid fucking timesaver. It's been touchy for the whole time I've been there. It somehow hooked to pieces at once. I tried to grab the overlapped part (which was stupid but I thought I had time to fix it), but when I pulled it it got yanked in and sliced deep into three fingers. Luckily it didn't get all the way through and weren't so deep that I needed stiches. Phew.



it only struck me later how close I was. It was really scary and I went on a pizza hut binge to compensate.


there was a secret phrase for today, but the timesaver ate it. D:

THE ADVENTURES OF SWEETSONG: Ontario County Park highlights reel

So rather than spam you all in other places, the pics and stuff from today's adventure will be here.

Today's adventure partner was Coconut Cream.

more after the break.

TODAY'S POST IS ....short.

I keep getting distracted from posting, and I'm sorry to all one and a half of you who might actually read this, but teaching my sister how to drive stick was kind of more important.

also toy helicopter from walmart clearance rack, but you know....life and stuff.

Cadejo's New Guitar, and Why He Got It

So through a long (but ultimately boring and eventful) series of events, I got a new guitar today.

THE POST IN WHICH HEAVY GAUGE'S REAL-WORLD ALTER EGO BLATHERS ON ABOUT HIS NEW GUITAR IN THE POST BELOW.

after the break, because I like to keep things neat.

A Ride with Sweetsong

Driving with my #1 mare.

HI HO SILVER LINING, ANYWHERE YOU GO NOW BABY

For those of you unfamiliar with the reference

which you should be ashamed of

[prententious horse music noises]

I was planning on writing something clever for this.

ugh.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

I promise this blag will be about clever and cool things in the future, but right now I need to vent some.

Some whining about things after the break.

Mobile testing at lunch

How exhilarating. More after the break.

TEST IGNORE PLEASE POST

More noodling with format and such.

Feel free to keep moving.

Yeah. Ponies 'n' S#&%

Will HG remember to capitalize his sentences? click below for more!

[Horse Soundcheck Noises]

So let's get things off the ground, shall we? The name's Heavy Gauge, least so long as I'm posting here. This is going to be my spot for things, where I pretend I'm intelligent and post stuff I've made or am working on.

More to follow, after I'm done mucking about with layout and all that crap.