Scribbler's Scribbles

I think 'fucknuggets' is about the most coherent response I have right now. Last night while snoring my head off in the UK, unbeknownst to me in the US things were afoot. And tonight, after some Skype conversations ... this happened.

http://news.ponyvillelive.com/post…

I'm getting a radio show on Ponvyville Live.

Fucknuggets indeed.

*faints*

It feels like an age since I was here last. My fingers are too swollen from illness at the moment to do much typing so, instead, have some radio play style fanfic readings that I have put out since my last update. These are not just fics, these are musically scored and come complete with sound effects in the stule of Graphic Audio productions, so any feedback would be great.

Victorian Superman by *MatthewRHumphreys on deviantART


Victorian Batman by *MatthewRHumphreys on deviantART


MLP-Episodic Illustrations Second Wave by ~Sapphire1010 on deviantART


MLP-Episodic Illustrations by ~Sapphire1010 on deviantART


Pretty Princess Shining~ by *skipsypony on deviantART


Twilight Sparkles so much! by *GuyRandom on deviantART


The heart of my sister by ~lalindaaa on deviantART

Back to one-shots for a while. Please to give feedback? *puppy-dog eyes*

I just figured out that last year, not counting graphic novels, manga or non-fiction texts, I read 124 books.

Blood hell indeed.

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Feedback really appreciated, everyone! ^_^

Though it has pretty much melted now, many of you will know that the UK recently experienced what can only be term a metric shitload of snow. While this had detrimental effects on the roads and, by corrollory, my ability to travel and thus my general mood, I found this last night while walking the dog and it made me nearly fall over with laughter. There is a rugby club near where I live and they are absolutely horrible about ANYONE going near the First Team's pitch. I didn't know this until I walked across it and was cursed out by a man whose reaction would have made you think my boots were covered in toxic waste and that my dog had the world's worst case of trots in his beer. So I was both delighted and amazed to find that someone else was just as peeved at the rugby club as me and had used the snow to make their feelings known in the clearest way possible. It's eight feet tall and points right at the clubhouse; ladies and gents, the picture quality is rubbish because I took it on my phone in the dark, but i give you ... THE SNOW PENIS!