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OKAY. HI. ^____________________________^
Oh, oh, oh my goodness, it was wonderful. And we're not done yet...! I'm just quick posting these before I forget.
Okay. So. Mum and Waen and Da' all rode (on Falcon, Rosie, and Sam, respectively), and I walked along with them. I CAN WALK AS FAST AS A HORSE. OMG. :D :D :D Treadmilling on highspeed for two hours a day for the last year has PAID OFF.
Also I was meant to walk in my hiking shoes, but I accidentally forgot to bring them. So I hiked miles in my sandals, ha ha!
Mum: You need some decent shoes. Wear my riding boots.
Soujin: No, it's okay! I'm fine.
Mum: My boots.
Soujin: I'm fine, really!
Mum: Boots!
Soujin: I'm FINE LIKE LAURENCE OLIVIER AND HIS EMO CHAIR! LET'S GO! :D :D :D
And nothing much more happened on that part. But the second part of the ride, the later part, got very silly. I was walking close alongside Mum and Falcon, holding onto her stirrup, because:
Soujin: I'm Burd Helen! ^________^
Mum: You ought to have a long dress and flowing hair, hm?
Soujin: No, actually, it's fine. ^_^ In the painting she wears it short. But you ought to have a cape on!
Mum: We're going to have capons. We'll get them while you're in Pittsburgh.
Soujin: You cannot feed them so. They eat the air.
Waen: *says something simultaneously that I don't catch*
Mum: We'll be eating them. Oh, that's a pipeline.
Waen: Oh, okay!
Soujin: The capons are a pipeline?
Mum: No, no! The capons are dinner. There's a pipeline over there.
Soujin: Oh, okay. Because it'd be a really bad slogan for your pipeline company. 'We're promise-crammed!' But we don't actually do anything!
And so we're going along fine, and suddenly a park ranger drives up at the gate about .2 miles from us, and shouts something at Mum.
Ranger: *indistinct*
Mum: What?
Ranger: *the same*
Mum: What?
Ranger: *gives up on whatever it was and drives off again*
Mum: She probably thought you were injured or something. Or lost your horse. We're short a horse, after all, and there you are, hanging onto my stirrup.
Soujin: I have lost my capon, Madam!
And thus began the longest-running crack!inside joke we are like to have for a long time. Horses = capons. So, a bit later on, we start discussing Hamlet:
Soujin: Man, Horatio can't get a break. He's all, 'I am more an antique Roman than a Dane!' and Hamlet--
Waen: Yeah, I never got that. What does that mean?
Soujin: 'I'm more into honourable suicide than hanging around with these guys'.
Mum: That's not what it means.
Soujin: You're right. 'I'm more into honourable suicide than angst'. 'Dane' is a synonym for 'Angst'.
You know this is true.
Soujin: Anyway, he can't get a break. Hamlet's like, 'You have to live and tell my story!' And then Horatio ends up in sequels. And he either gets made King by Fortinbras or he's serving Fortinbras, and Fortinbras is either hitting on him or speaking in modern English. It is bad to be Horatio.
Soujin: So there's this one fic where Horatio joins Fortinbras' army and gets killed and gets reunited with Hamlet in heaven. Only I don't think Hamlet's slated for Heaven. We're talking definite Limbo here. Or hell! There's got to be a level of hell for people who are emo all the time. You have to be in a room of really happy people. And they won't shut up! They're all like, 'Just before I died my favourite aunt celebrated her one-hundred and first birthday! And my daughter made the swim team!' And you're like, 'I want to angst.' And they're like, 'WHEEEEEEEE!'
Mum: You're an idiot.
Soujin: But I'm happy! Your happy fool is better off than your emo Prince!
Mum: What do you mean by that?
Soujin: Only to show you how a fool may go a progress through the guts of a capon.
And then there were three incidents with the horses:
Soujin: Capon!
Mum: Stop insulting my horse.
Soujin: I'm not insulting him! I know him well; he is a capon.
Mum: He is not.
Soujin: Then I would he were so honest, my Lord.
Mum: Falcon's trying to kiss you.
Soujin: That's because he's been eating promises again. He thinks I promised him to wed. And so I had done, by yonder sun, if he had not come--whoa, not going there, capon. Sorry.
Mum: He's a good capon.
Soujin: Can the world buy such a capon?
And there was a least one point where I got further ahead of everybody and shouted, 'Hie, fox, and all after!' and took off down the path. And also several Twelfth Night references that I don't remember well enough to quote. I am an idiot, aren't I?
^_______________________^ But it was so wonderful! And so beautiful! And the leaves were gorgeous, and we spent hours, and it was beautiful, so beautiful--eeeeeee.
And now to rush off and get dressed for dinner! We are going out. Eeeeee. I love--
Eeee.
Oh, oh, oh my goodness, it was wonderful. And we're not done yet...! I'm just quick posting these before I forget.
Okay. So. Mum and Waen and Da' all rode (on Falcon, Rosie, and Sam, respectively), and I walked along with them. I CAN WALK AS FAST AS A HORSE. OMG. :D :D :D Treadmilling on highspeed for two hours a day for the last year has PAID OFF.
Also I was meant to walk in my hiking shoes, but I accidentally forgot to bring them. So I hiked miles in my sandals, ha ha!
Mum: You need some decent shoes. Wear my riding boots.
Soujin: No, it's okay! I'm fine.
Mum: My boots.
Soujin: I'm fine, really!
Mum: Boots!
Soujin: I'm FINE LIKE LAURENCE OLIVIER AND HIS EMO CHAIR! LET'S GO! :D :D :D
And nothing much more happened on that part. But the second part of the ride, the later part, got very silly. I was walking close alongside Mum and Falcon, holding onto her stirrup, because:
Soujin: I'm Burd Helen! ^________^
Mum: You ought to have a long dress and flowing hair, hm?
Soujin: No, actually, it's fine. ^_^ In the painting she wears it short. But you ought to have a cape on!
Mum: We're going to have capons. We'll get them while you're in Pittsburgh.
Soujin: You cannot feed them so. They eat the air.
Waen: *says something simultaneously that I don't catch*
Mum: We'll be eating them. Oh, that's a pipeline.
Waen: Oh, okay!
Soujin: The capons are a pipeline?
Mum: No, no! The capons are dinner. There's a pipeline over there.
Soujin: Oh, okay. Because it'd be a really bad slogan for your pipeline company. 'We're promise-crammed!' But we don't actually do anything!
And so we're going along fine, and suddenly a park ranger drives up at the gate about .2 miles from us, and shouts something at Mum.
Ranger: *indistinct*
Mum: What?
Ranger: *the same*
Mum: What?
Ranger: *gives up on whatever it was and drives off again*
Mum: She probably thought you were injured or something. Or lost your horse. We're short a horse, after all, and there you are, hanging onto my stirrup.
Soujin: I have lost my capon, Madam!
And thus began the longest-running crack!inside joke we are like to have for a long time. Horses = capons. So, a bit later on, we start discussing Hamlet:
Soujin: Man, Horatio can't get a break. He's all, 'I am more an antique Roman than a Dane!' and Hamlet--
Waen: Yeah, I never got that. What does that mean?
Soujin: 'I'm more into honourable suicide than hanging around with these guys'.
Mum: That's not what it means.
Soujin: You're right. 'I'm more into honourable suicide than angst'. 'Dane' is a synonym for 'Angst'.
You know this is true.
Soujin: Anyway, he can't get a break. Hamlet's like, 'You have to live and tell my story!' And then Horatio ends up in sequels. And he either gets made King by Fortinbras or he's serving Fortinbras, and Fortinbras is either hitting on him or speaking in modern English. It is bad to be Horatio.
Soujin: So there's this one fic where Horatio joins Fortinbras' army and gets killed and gets reunited with Hamlet in heaven. Only I don't think Hamlet's slated for Heaven. We're talking definite Limbo here. Or hell! There's got to be a level of hell for people who are emo all the time. You have to be in a room of really happy people. And they won't shut up! They're all like, 'Just before I died my favourite aunt celebrated her one-hundred and first birthday! And my daughter made the swim team!' And you're like, 'I want to angst.' And they're like, 'WHEEEEEEEE!'
Mum: You're an idiot.
Soujin: But I'm happy! Your happy fool is better off than your emo Prince!
Mum: What do you mean by that?
Soujin: Only to show you how a fool may go a progress through the guts of a capon.
And then there were three incidents with the horses:
Soujin: Capon!
Mum: Stop insulting my horse.
Soujin: I'm not insulting him! I know him well; he is a capon.
Mum: He is not.
Soujin: Then I would he were so honest, my Lord.
Mum: Falcon's trying to kiss you.
Soujin: That's because he's been eating promises again. He thinks I promised him to wed. And so I had done, by yonder sun, if he had not come--whoa, not going there, capon. Sorry.
Mum: He's a good capon.
Soujin: Can the world buy such a capon?
And there was a least one point where I got further ahead of everybody and shouted, 'Hie, fox, and all after!' and took off down the path. And also several Twelfth Night references that I don't remember well enough to quote. I am an idiot, aren't I?
^_______________________^ But it was so wonderful! And so beautiful! And the leaves were gorgeous, and we spent hours, and it was beautiful, so beautiful--eeeeeee.
And now to rush off and get dressed for dinner! We are going out. Eeeeee. I love--
Eeee.
