First, there was Lindsay's review of My Little Pony
, which included video of me re-telling with old My Little Ponies pulled from my parent's attic a popular childhood story I played as a Wee Nella (albeit with more big girl words for the video, but the heart of the story remained).
Then--thanks to popular demand--the the (mostly) unabridged video of my 'pony epic'
And then...there was the scholarly deconstruction posted at That Guy With the Glasses by Oancitizen, entitled, My Toy Collection for a Horse: Gender Roles and Comparative Mythology in Nella's Pony EpicDear Oancitizen;
First, the very fact that you gave a shout out to Shakespeare's Richard III with your title of this scholarly masterpiece endeared me straight away; "a horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!" Richard cried, and by god you ran with it. As it might be said, my prepubescent subversion of my judo-christian-greco-roman-centricity was showing. Who knew someone else could so impressively deconstruct the psyche of my childhood self, circa 5-8 years of age?
Also, I now intend to introduce "whoreducator" into everyday speech. I suspect my coworkers will be confused at first, but that it will quickly catch on.
In conclusion, with my compliments:
Well Done, Sir.