An Explanation of English According to Solly (A special Blogpost for Aragon) · 8:58pm Feb 22nd, 2017

Aragon mentioned in the chat yesterday that he gets a little confused between 'in' and 'on', so I thought I'd do a little post to explain them for him. Hopefully by the end of this you'll understand everything, or be more confused than ever.

Anyway, let's start!

Let's first assume you're in a vehicle. What type of vehicle is not important. All that's important is that it has wheels, it moves, and you're in it. The vehicle is travelling at exactly 99 miles/h down the highway. There are no doors, the steering wheel is jammed, and you are riding shotgun to a blind zebra.

Now, with this image in your head, let's consider this important question:

Where are you?

Well, I think the answer is pretty obvious. You're on the road. If you're in a vehicle (never mind the zebra, he's just doing his job) then you're obviously on the road.

Just like when you're in a boat, you're on the ocean.

And if you're outside the boat, you're in the ocean.

Likewise, if you're outside a vehicle, on the tarmac, you're in the road -- and about to run over by a crazed zebra who's just doing his job, Kevin.

Easy!

Let's consider the other scenario. Say you're no longer in a vehicle, bur rather standing beside the road on the pavement (sidewalk for you Muricans), and are running along the road at exactly 99miles/h.

Firstly, that's pretty fast, you should be impressed.

Secondly, we can say you're still on the road, because you're definitely not in the road!

But how is that? I'm not in a vehicle, am I?

Well, here's the twist. When you're on the pavement, you are the vehicle. And somehow a vehicle can be in the road, without being in the road.

This also becomes a little clearer when you consider what it actually means to say you're on the road. You see, 'On the road' is also a well known synonym for 'travelling'.

So, if a friend asks you what you're doing, and you say: I'm on the road.

He'll ask: Oh? Where are you going?

To which you'll respond: Hell. (Because where else would you be going after letting a zebra behind the wheel?)

Of course, Kevin -- that's his name now-- being extremely nosy, wants to ask: Which one?

And, naturally, you respond.

Michigan.

And that, dear sirs and/or madams, has been your daily dose of random.
(I'm so sorry)

Traditional pony pic.

(scootaloo, because they were one of the people who insisted I post this now instead of leaving it until later/throwing it away.)