@Tag Wizard. I don’t know what your investigations turned up, but all I could find was this:
At first the growth seemed a little more than a fungus which could be treated in the ordinary way. But the two toy dolls which apparently had caused the infection were breeding places of some alien contamination that would spread from animal to man – to the entire countryside. The dolls had come from somewhere out of this galaxy. somewhere from out of this galaxy there were beings no larger than dolls. somewhere from out of this galaxy there was launched an infesstation [sic] that would spread like the plague from continent to continent. Was this madness without reason? was there anyone left who was sane enough to reason?
Wow. This cover, that summary. Man, it is like totally blowing my mind. I mean, look at the robot, man. He’s like C3PO, only like if he was an actual stereo man. Look it,man, he’s got like the reel to reel and everything. And dolls, from like a galaxy where…beings are the…size of dolls! Whooooaa. That, that is like deep man. Amd of course they wanna totally kill us, cuz like dolls are freakin’ creepy. And then there is the fungus. Heh heh. Humungus fungus among us, man I love that. But you know it’s all gonna be cool. See, the robot man, look at him. You know he parties. He’s got the best spacegrass man, Jesus on the dashboard, whenever it feels right. The robot is tellin’ us man, yeah, it’s cool man. Yeah.
Wonder if that conversation, or a close simulation, took place back in 1977. Besides in my older brothers room.
Google…Death Dolls of Lyra…images…good show sir….my little pony? WTF?…Lyra Heartstrings?…Google…mlp.wikia link…OK …seems innocuous enough…hell of a lot of info here for a cartoon character, behold the power of wiki…comments section…browse…browse…browse… “Me before Background Pony fic: Ha! What a pretty pony! Limy green, a bon-bon side-kick, a unique human sitting style, CUTE! Meme worthy!
AFTER Background Pony fic: I….. I…. I….. Words cannot express this philosophical musician…. for she acheives the new true meaning of life…. charishes frienship, love, selflessness, and most of all… the FEEL of the soul of music. She’s been through a lonesome journey of self-discovory and deserve to leave a hoof print on this beautiful world of ours…. called “Earth”.
For I too, now know the meaning of life…. through her outstanding wisdom of words. Her meaningless, and paradoxically at the same time meaningful…. words. She truely understands the concepts of love and loneliness, as I can see and feel through her eyes… Her terrible…. yet beautiful… Life…
As a Background Pony.
Lyra…… would you marry me?”… flees in horror back to the safety of bad book cover land…
@fred 14—it’s cool, man, you’re just peaking, it’ll chill down in a few minutes. We’re all here, reality is solid, see? Touch the walls, the keyboard, read @Fear 10, he understands, he’ll talk you down. It’s just a touch of fungus, bro’.
@Bibliomancer: I think it’s a holiday in the U.K. as well. Isn’t it “Good Riddance You Rude Ungrateful Bastards, You Just Fight The Indians Yourselves You Wankers,” Day? Can’t quite find the cover that embodies that though. Any suggestions?
@Fear—I knew the ‘Mancer would find an appropriate cover. All I could come up with was HRH QE II’s Diamond Jubilee Photo Album. But I did want to ask, are you sure you want to imply that you folks didn’t spend a bit of time fighting “Indians” also?
Anyway, good to see the whole “hands across the water” thing still holding up after all these years, even if we can ultimately blame you for the existence of Canada.
@B.Chiclitz: Actually I live here on the uncivilized side of yhe old ponde as well. My ancestors are Irish Traveller and Arcadian. Two marginalized groups for the price of one! Let me point out for our Brit friends, NOT a pikey. Thanks kindly.
@FoM—well, please forgive the error. The cadence and syntax somehow bespoke the olde country if not the auld sod. I well know those parts of Canada that don’t like Canada. I could tell a few stories of Montreal in the 70s, but as Marlowe so well put it, “But that was in another country, and besides . . . .”
Anyway, I digress; back to bad SF covers!! Good Show, Sir!!
C3PO’s off-brand cousin had dreams of being an erotic dancer, and occasionally, after the shop closes and everyone goes home, he pretends he has hips with which to gyrate furiously, and also that he wouldn’t make everyone run screaming in terror.