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We've found a hostWe're going to use longtail to host the episodes on our site. Longtail is the same web-host that derby.tv uses - it's a nice player that works across all platforms - smartphones and tablets included. So huzzah!
We'll be getting the episodes up and nicely embedded on our website over the weekend and we'll upload redirects on youtube soon.
For more information, read Greg's tumblr post: http://fimflamfilosophy.tumblr.com/post/41474238862/light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel
Ok, as Greg pointed out below, I technically got the host wrong. WE are our host. The files are uploaded and streamed directly from our website. The Longtail player is simply the codec wee use to stream the content. So ya! That means WE control the content and can't have the videos taken down on a whim.
To see the player yourself, you can watch episode 12 now on our site: http://www.dawnsomewhere.com/mentally-advanced-series/mas-episode-12/
The Long Vacation Ch. 1Chapter 1
Spike lay leisurely under the leaves of a grand oak tree, the summer sun falling gently on his scales as a light breeze blew by. It was only a month or two until fall came and yet despite the official first day of fall being only a few weeks away, today was surprisingly warm. Spike relished the feel of the sun, being cold blooded, it was always relaxing to him to sunbathe. It was one of his favorite pass times when he was finished with work for the day. He often did this to relax, particularly after a stressful or busy day.
He was the personal assistant to Twilight Sparkle, a unicorn who studied under the tutelage of Princess Celestia, the ruler of the land. Twilight had been in her studies for nearly sixteen years now and through all this, Spike had been with her the whole time.
Things had changed in Ponyville, some pretty big changes, most notably were the marriages of their friends to colts from in and around the town. Of the original group, only two of them remained unmar
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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