Chapter 11: Published December 15th 2012 was on a Saturday and was in week 50 of 2012.
As of this writing it was 3036 days ago
No FiM episodes would air on april 10th
Pickle actually reminds me of one of the Forsaken from The Wheel of Time series. And I can really blame him for becoming a doctor if he likes watching ponies being in pain. He's in a good spot. There are people/ponies/whatever, who are honestly into feeling pain, and as long as everybody is consenting and a legal adult, its not anybody else business. Okay, so maybe Pickle enjoyed "fixing" Hardy a little more than he should have, and maybe there was a non painful way to do it, but. Hardy got fixed for free, and like he said, there an upper limit to how much pain you can handle. Oh, I forgot, that particular healing spell has a chance to make your heart explode.
I'm not quoting what Swift looks like, but I am going to see if I can find a picture of it.
The story about Carnival is dark and depressing. But Hardy makes a good point. Its not the uniform that makes the cop. Its defending ponies.
It wasn’t quite fear of death; most magical injuries are survivable, but there are some you wouldn’t want to.
The whole talk with the spy is interesting. I wish we could have gotten her name, but meh... Svelte is enough I guess. Just wish it was something I understood how to pronounce. So Cosmo wanted Ruby. But he might not be the top of the food chain here. Interesting.
I love that Hardy give the spy a chance to make right.
Oh hey look, the chapter ended. Lets have a peek at the comments, 25
Pansy slurped another muzzle-full and grinned. “Think of it as ‘unicorn juice’. It’s a mixture of caffeine, taurine, and some magical herbs. Miss Glow insisted we do a very quick, very precise healing job. We used your spy’s reserves first, then our own. She’s going to be feeding herself by hoof for days.”
Fun fact, taurine is an amino acid that our bodies produce enough of. It's often used in energy drinks. It's also a major component of bile! So that's fun. Caffeine and bile tea, anypony?
Swift licked a drip off the side of her grandmare’s glass. The effect was as though she’d licked very angry paint thinner; She tumbled over as if pushed by an unseen hoof, hacking and coughing. “Ugh, gross! Gran, you don’t know any healing magic! Why are you drinking that stuff?!”
Anddd... Swift agrees with me!
Rather than respond to the cacophony, I snatched up Pansy’s abandoned mug and slammed it against the floor.
Hardy is a dick to mugs
SIGAWESOME
My fucking lord... you just managed to make opening a door an 'R' rated moment.
THIS IS AMAZING!
Mmmmm... doors... 
I lightly caress the door handle, brushing the underside with teasing, feathery fingertips. I grasp the smooth, protruding knob and slowly turn it. First one way and then the other. Never very far, never all the way. I do not want to open the door all at once; far better to draw out the process, riding the edge between "open" and "closed" until the tension became unbearable. After a few more teasing half-turns, I rotate the handle all the way and pull the door towards me. It stops with a solid *THUNK*, held fast by the solid deadbolt embedded in the tight strike plate.
"Oh ho! Feisty!"
I brush my hand along the decorative muntin. "Oh you dirty slapper! Playing hard to open? We will see about that!"
I lick my lips in giddy anticipation. Locked doors always got me hot and bothered. The more they resisted, the more satisfying opening them became. I pull a key out of my pocket and run my tongue along its hard, gleaming length, tracing out the individual bumps and lightly flicking against the tip.
"Mummy's got just the key for you," I whisper as I slowly trace the tip of the key around the keyhole before stopping just inside the opening. "I will have you unlocked and opened to me in ten seconds flat!"
I pause for a moment to let the tension build to a climax before roughly yanking the door-knocker with my other hand while pushing the key completely into the lock.
"THAT'S RIGHT! TAKE IT! TAKE IT UP THE TUMBLERS ALL THE WAY YOU DIRTY DOOR!"
I give the key one final rough push to ensure it is set firmly before turning it, slowly applying more pressure, prolonging the action to agonising slowness, delaying the moment of release as long as possible. After a breathless eternity, the lock catches with a satisfying *CLICK* and the door finally yields to my caress, opening silently, smoothly on well oiled hinges. I trace a finger along the exposed latch, lightly caressing the bare escutcheon plates.
"Oh yeah..." I whisper, "Who is an open door now?"
*Ahem* (And that is why I am banned from the hardware store).
Did I just write a self-insert semi-clopfic about a bloody door? OH GOD! WHAT HAVE I DONE! I blame Significant Other! It is all his fault! 
Sig comment is awesome, but this part just had to go in my blog
I now have that song stuck in my head. "YOU'LL BE A SUCCESS!" If you merge Slip Stich and Pickle, he'd be a perfect fit to the song.
“I *am* an actual doctor. Now then... get ready. I’m going to enjoy this a lot more than you are.” Teheheheh.
I think I like Svelte. It's the professionalism, I guess.
*pout* no I couldn't find the YouTube video with that little information.
Aand we’re back to the mane story yay.
I’ll be honest I’ve sort of forgotten where we were.
“neighcrotizing fascitis have been all but eradicated.”
Fascitis?
o.o
“commonly known as flesh-eating disease or flesh-eating bacteria syndrome, is a rare infection of the deeper layers of skin and subcutaneous tissues, easily spreading across the fascial plane within the subcutaneous tissue.”
Nopenopenopenopenope
By the way there is more, but ... go read
I can't decide whether that's a sneaky Little Shop Of Horrors reference or just the stock-in-trade kinkiness of the Vivarium.
Well, the title is a lyric from the Dentist song in Little Shop Of Horrors.
-Chessie
:D just read his comment
1973 American Psychiatric Association declares homosexuality is not a mental illness
- 1612 German Astronomer Simon Marius is 1st to observe Andromeda galaxy through a telescope
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