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Seventh Broadcast [from the Night Market radio]
--and I myself was reunited with my beautiful boyfriend Carlos. Oh, sweet Carlos, I will treasure our memory for as long as I remain trapped in this--[He coughs.]
Sorry. Intern Elizabeth [To those newponies that work in the radio station, that's the changeling who lives in the storage closet] has just refilled my coffee cup--thank you, Elizabeth--so I think I should move on. One should never underestimate one's own interns, nor should they question the full extent of Station Management's power.
Now that we've recovered from the space-time anomaly that occurred earlier this month, we can all find something new to get excited about! The Grand Galloping Gala will be held in Canterlot later this season, in the same place and time that all municipally-approved galas are held. For those of you who were invited, don't waste time in picking out the perfect gala attire and accompaniments. Here's hoping you have someone to spend the evening with--or at least, fond memories of when you did.
And now, I think it's high time for an editorial. I think we've all had an opportunity to look through the new Hoovesweek for a while now, Ponyville. I am holding a copy right now, and I have to say, the cover art is literally breathtaking. And did you just see that photo gallery?! Native ponies, I know that pictures often do not do a memory proper justice, despite old adages about a picture's value against our own inability to put our hazy, continually-slipping memories into words.
So, I hope you got a good look at the newcomers' true forms and stole glimpses of those even stranger visitors while you had the chance. The breadth of universes is vast. Far more vast than any of us can ever hope to understand. Very young foals should look through with caution, as some of the photos pertain to more [he coughs] adult interests.
I'll get to more highlights of this issue in a second. But first, congratulations to the winners of the essay contest! Now, I know that interning is a dangerous and, oftentimes, thankless job, but I know you guys will be able to persevere. After fighting malicious shadows, soul-sucking--and soul-devouring--changelings, and the wrath of Princess Celestia herself, overtaken by some strange entity we do not yet fully understand...I think you should be able to manage just fine. Best of luck!
Okay, back to more Hoovesweek articles!
Don't you just love when the natives here go the extra mile to make us feel at home, newponies and not-ponies? Now, back in Night Vale, our newspaper's chief editor Leann Hart took hours out of her very demanding workday to carefully correct every news story into its absolute truth, and silencing anyone who tried to feed the public with untruths. Or, if she was particularly busy, having the Secret Police do the silencing for her. Hours! Hours she could have spent on her hobbies, like, I don't know, chopping up bloggers with hatchets. Now, I haven't seen ay hatchets around here, but I'm glad to see that Hoovesweek has the same diligence in their writing as any self-respecting Night Vale journalist. I mean, you all did see Benedict's careful twisting--and correcting--of what we all thought to be the truth? How simple inconveniences such as the nuances of a pony's past were filtered down to their most bitter mistakes? How not even a vile miscreant like Zetta was spared from mention?
Great going, Hoovesweek. I always knew you had it in you to make a Night Valean like me feel welcome.
Although I'd have to complain about the general tone of that article. Eggs Benedict, I'd be careful with my words if I were you. I mean, people around here might think you were trying to start something you shouldn't.
But, [he chuckles here] who do you think I am, a crazy person?
Let's go to the weather!
Sorry. Intern Elizabeth [To those newponies that work in the radio station, that's the changeling who lives in the storage closet] has just refilled my coffee cup--thank you, Elizabeth--so I think I should move on. One should never underestimate one's own interns, nor should they question the full extent of Station Management's power.
Now that we've recovered from the space-time anomaly that occurred earlier this month, we can all find something new to get excited about! The Grand Galloping Gala will be held in Canterlot later this season, in the same place and time that all municipally-approved galas are held. For those of you who were invited, don't waste time in picking out the perfect gala attire and accompaniments. Here's hoping you have someone to spend the evening with--or at least, fond memories of when you did.
And now, I think it's high time for an editorial. I think we've all had an opportunity to look through the new Hoovesweek for a while now, Ponyville. I am holding a copy right now, and I have to say, the cover art is literally breathtaking. And did you just see that photo gallery?! Native ponies, I know that pictures often do not do a memory proper justice, despite old adages about a picture's value against our own inability to put our hazy, continually-slipping memories into words.
So, I hope you got a good look at the newcomers' true forms and stole glimpses of those even stranger visitors while you had the chance. The breadth of universes is vast. Far more vast than any of us can ever hope to understand. Very young foals should look through with caution, as some of the photos pertain to more [he coughs] adult interests.
I'll get to more highlights of this issue in a second. But first, congratulations to the winners of the essay contest! Now, I know that interning is a dangerous and, oftentimes, thankless job, but I know you guys will be able to persevere. After fighting malicious shadows, soul-sucking--and soul-devouring--changelings, and the wrath of Princess Celestia herself, overtaken by some strange entity we do not yet fully understand...I think you should be able to manage just fine. Best of luck!
Okay, back to more Hoovesweek articles!
Don't you just love when the natives here go the extra mile to make us feel at home, newponies and not-ponies? Now, back in Night Vale, our newspaper's chief editor Leann Hart took hours out of her very demanding workday to carefully correct every news story into its absolute truth, and silencing anyone who tried to feed the public with untruths. Or, if she was particularly busy, having the Secret Police do the silencing for her. Hours! Hours she could have spent on her hobbies, like, I don't know, chopping up bloggers with hatchets. Now, I haven't seen ay hatchets around here, but I'm glad to see that Hoovesweek has the same diligence in their writing as any self-respecting Night Vale journalist. I mean, you all did see Benedict's careful twisting--and correcting--of what we all thought to be the truth? How simple inconveniences such as the nuances of a pony's past were filtered down to their most bitter mistakes? How not even a vile miscreant like Zetta was spared from mention?
Great going, Hoovesweek. I always knew you had it in you to make a Night Valean like me feel welcome.
Although I'd have to complain about the general tone of that article. Eggs Benedict, I'd be careful with my words if I were you. I mean, people around here might think you were trying to start something you shouldn't.
But, [he chuckles here] who do you think I am, a crazy person?
Let's go to the weather!
Private
[She muses over it for a moment.]
I do hope you continue doing what you do here. Your broadcasts may prove useful int he future.