The cake is a dragon

http://www.bakingobsession.com/2012/04/02/alduin-the-world-eater-dragon-cake/

Hey, I just saw it,
And this is crazy,
But this is real cake,
Can I eat it, maybe?

No. I can't. I can't conceive of anyone eating it. Maybe if a second cake was made. But I suppose it would need to be eaten. Because it's cake. CAKE, YOU GUYS, THIS IS CAKE.

If you kids don't stop punching each other, I'm throwing you out of the gene pool!

On gently defending being a mature, intelligent, intellectual, grown-up adult fan of "My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic" (via LJ comments on a post describing how a group of male "bronies" at a brony convention were being asshole douchebags to non-fans):

My friends call me a "brony" because I watch the current show (repeatedly) and I own two of the current pony dolls (plus a few 1980s and 1990s pony dolls for nostalgia). But I can't see myself going to a convention; no amount of benzodiazepine drugs could help me feel relaxed enough. Conventions are wonderful wonderful things, especially with how they bring people together. But the one time I went to a small convention, I found myself hiding near restrooms for hours, freaking out over the noise and the crowds. I wish i could say I love going to conventions. I can't. I have nightmares about them.
I have a few close friends who quietly express their joy with me, and we rarely do it outside of our personal gatherings.
I've not yet met any "brony" who was horrid to "non-brony" fands, and I hope I don't.
This sort of creepy thing makes me want to cover myself in a heavy black cloak and hide. Like, "I am in no way associated with this! Leave me out of it! I want to watch my cute cartoons in peace! And when I eat Cheetos I'm usually watching Futurama anyway! If I'm watching My Little Pony I'm usually eating cake! Or salad! Or ice cream!"
(Should I mention that my friend B. and I call each other "Pinkie Pie" (her) and "Fluttershy" or "Twilight Sparkle" (me) in private? Seriously, though screw those conventions.)
Whenever I have a depressive episode or an anxiety attack, I actually go to YouTube and pull up that "Smile Smile Smile" video with Pinkie Pie because it really does make me smile. I tend to quote Fluttershy and Twilight often. My friend B. and I have inside jokes about that "house-sitting for Harry the bear" scene in the "Party Of One" episode. But deeper fandom is so intense and often so frightening that I stay far away. The most I do is read a few fanfiction stories if they're written well (like one where Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle fell in love with each other and the other characters wildly encouraged them and hijinks ensued). I enjoy the silly, weird, cute, "Dude, it's just a cartoon, lighten up" bits. But I stay far away from deeper fandom, because I have found that the deep dark parts of the brony fandom are full of fucked-up, scary, creepy cave-dwellers who pay lip-service to the whole "Love and Tolerate the shit out of people" thing.
I am a fan. But I am in the shallow end of the fandom. Whenever someone on Facebook tags me in a post about the cartoon and calls me Brony, I usually hide it from my public Timeline thingy mostly because it takes up space. I don't care if people call me "brony" and I do find it cute. I like staying in the shallow ends of the brony fandom. But with the way some parts of the fandom is acting up these days, I'm starting to get embarrassed, and I know other fans are as well.

And a comment by another person:
"There is something badly, deeply wrong when the fandom for a show aimed at the female, school aged demographic is inherently hostile to women."

All of this makes me facepalm and headdesk simultaneously and cry, "It's a cartoon show about talking ponies, you tantrum-throwing glass-headed wallabies! Quit taking it so seriously. And wear some deodorant!"

And that is all I want to say about that. I love this cartoon show. I love laughing about it, I love making fun and dancing around and being ridiculous and singing about the characters. I never, ever considered the idea that other fans of the gods damned cartoon show would be such giant empty-headed pricks. I really am embarrassed.

Beating the walls in my skull

Oh, my head, my head. I am almost out of spears even as the migraine monster slowly starts to retreat. I hope tonight's new Futurama will help so I can laugh...

Somebody make me laugh. Please? My head is still being squeezed and smashed and I want to scream. I should probably take the codeine at this point. I am getting my teeth cleaned tomorrow and I want to feel good beforehand. I don't like this hurting. My spears are dull. *sad pain face*

I keep forgetting about my jaw pain issues. Heavy sigh with grumbling. I almost want to tear and claw at my face and my head but I can't because that would be so much worse.

Friends are always holding your hand, even across distances

Copied from Facebook:

Ooh, Ooh, the migraine is gone. I won. Boadicea, Baby! Now for a shower and the comfiest pajamas I own.

I think I'll sleep well, which is relieving, since Adam's dentist appointment is at eleven, and mine will probably follow quickly since it's just a cleaning. I still can't believe there has never been any problems with my teeth.

I still have so many books to read. It is dizzying. And thanks to ADD and OCD, I'm having trouble keeping track and I get whiny if Adam suggests moving the books.

Also, tonight's Futurama was strange, but fascinating and awesome in its own bizarre way. I don't think we've had an episode centering around Amy and Zoidberg like this.

Oh, and I must quote one of my best friends who commented on my Facebook post begging people to make me laugh. She intensely insisted that I treat my pain right.

"Suffering doesn't make you stronger, baby. And suffering never crowned a queen."

She expressed that so beautifully that I want to print it and put it on a wall.

This was after she typed "YOU. ONE CODINE. ONE SOMA. BED." I love her.

I think she read my mind. I took a codeine an hour ago and I'm gonna take a Soma after my shower. She is right. Suffering is bull. Fuck suffering, I have drugs and supplements and massage exercises. (I mean, for me, myself; I cannot speak for those who are unable to take pain drugs or good treatments without suffering further due to ill effects. But for myself? Fuck yeah drugs.) Also, she has a PhD in biology, and went through medical school and I trust her, and besides, she was the one who suggested Ultram, and also I have loved her as a sister for a decade unconditionally.

Yes, shower now. Then comfortable pajamas. Then bed. Then I wish for wonderful dreams.