October 29 [Sweeney Todd]
October 29
I woke up a little early, 'cause I wanted to get a quick flight in before we went to Madison. Aquamarine wasn't supposed to arrive for a couple of hours anyway, so I thought I had time.
Since I wasn't gonna be going too far, I decided that I wouldn't take my camelback, and so I got dressed in my flight gear really quiet so I wouldn't wake up Peggy, who had come back sometime last night. And I ate a little bit of hay and then I went out to the boardwalk and I didn't plan on flying too high, so I didn't have to tell the airplane directors.
I went over downtown, and I did a couple of laps of the central part of Kalamazoo, and then I decided that I'd fly out a little bit further east, and so I crossed the river and flew along over the railroad tracks, past the railroad yard and then when I got to Sprinkle Road, I looked behind me and in front of me and I didn't see any trains so I went under the bridge, and climbed a little ways back up on the other side so that I'd be well above them if one tried to sneak up on me.
I followed the tracks all the way out to Galesburg, and I probably could have flown higher but I didn't want to bother the airplane directors, so I stayed only a couple of hundred feet up, and instead of going back along the tracks, I went a little bit south along 35th Street until it crossed the Kalamazoo River, and then I followed along the river. It broadened out into the lake almost right away, and there was a cluster of low islands that I thought it would be fun to explore sometime. Islands were kind of like land-clouds, 'cause they were off by themselves and unless you had a ship or could fly, you couldn't get to them.
I had enough time to land at one, which looked like an upside-down G, and there were some trees on it, but that was all. And I couldn't do a lot of exploring, but I didn't have to because I could see all of it.
Sometimes islands could be dangerous, 'cause some predators liked the isolation, but there weren't any lake monsters on Earth, so I wasn't too worried about there being one there.
Once I was satisfied that I'd seen all of the island, I flew over the rest of the lake just above the water until I started to get close to the dam, then I climbed up high enough to get over the electricity wires, and then when I was on the other side I dropped back down until I was just above the surface of the river.
When I got to the abandoned railroad bridge, I had to climb up and over it because there were too many support beams for me to go under. There was a man on the bridge who was fishing, and I waved to him as I went over. He had a bucket which was up on the railroad ties next to him and it had a couple of fish swimming around in it and I didn't get a close enough look to know what they were.
I turned and flew more direct back to campus, 'cause I needed to have time to take a shower before Aquamarine arrived. And so I landed on the boardwalk and went back inside and got out of my flight gear and since it was still pretty early on a Saturday morning there wasn't anyone else who wanted to use the shower, and I took my time to make sure that I was really clean.
When I was done I sat on the bed and brushed my coat, mane, and tail and then preened my wings, and of course I was right in the middle of it when my portable telephone started ringing, and I should have had it on the bed with me so I could get to it quicker but I hadn't thought to, and by the time I'd answered it, it had also woke up Peggy.
It was Aquamarine and so I said that I'd meet her downstairs and apologized to Peggy for waking her up, then I got my saddlebags and nuzzled Peggy and went down to let Aquamarine in.
I hugged Miss Parker and Mister Barrow and thanked them for bringing her, and we got her saddlebags out of their van, and then the two of us went inside and they drove off.
The two of us walked down the hill to Hoben, which was Cedric and Leon's dorm, and he was already in the lounge when we arrived, and he gave Aquamarine a big hug, then the two of them sat down on a couch together and since I didn’t want to interrupt, I sat on another couch and finished preening my wings, and I also kept an eye out for Sienna, 'cause I'd told Miss Cherilyn to pick us up here.
It took her almost an hour to arrive, and we should have all gone to breakfast together, but I think that Aquamarine and Cedric were happy to spend the time together and they could snuggle better on the couch than they could in the dining hall anyway.
Aquamarine had taken her saddlebags off and she didn't want to put them back on, so she just picked them up in her mouth and then had to drop them again so that she could nuzzle Cedric and give him another hug, and then the two of us went outside and Miss Cherilyn opened the door for us and we got in the van.
We got them to agree to stop for breakfast, and Mister Salvatore decided that we could go to Tim Horton's because he said he wanted to get a cup of coffee for the road and they had the best coffee. And Miss Cherilyn said that he really wanted a box of Timbits, but he just didn't want to admit it.
So we sat down and had a nice breakfast, although it was a little bit hurried because Mister Salvatore said that he didn't want to get into Chicago too late because the Cubs were playing in a World Series and people were getting a little bit crazy about the games, even though everyone knew that they'd wind up losing.
We got a box of Timbits to take with us and Mister Salvatore got his coffee and we got on the 131 Highway just long enough to get to the 94 Highway, and Mister Salvatore said that he wished that we still had the Mustang, and I said that I'd liked the truck that we had when we came back from Peggy's house, too. Miss Cherilyn said that neither of those were good options for two people and three ponies, and I said that we wouldn't mind scrunching up so that we'd all fit, and Mister Salvatore said that ponies were smart because we knew that style was more important than comfort when it came to a car.
The traffic wasn't too bad until we started to get close to Chicago, and then it wasn't too long before we really had to slow down because it was so crowded on the road. Mister Salvatore said that as much as he liked driving, this was the part of it that he hated, and he wished that we could have avoided Chicago entirely but that there wasn't really a practical way around it, and anyways we still had to get Cayenne.
He had to stop a bunch of times to pay to drive on the road, and then we got off the highway and went right down to the lakefront, and I pointed out Northerly Island to Aquamarine, 'cause that was where I'd landed when I flew across the lake, and it was really slow and I thought that I could get out and fly faster, if I knew where we were going.
Miss Cherilyn said that he should have stayed on the highway for longer, because this way was really slow, and he said that it was more scenic, and he was also opposed to paying tolls if he could help it, and we had a little bit of extra time because of the change in time zones.
She said that that didn't make it a better route, but I did like being able to look out at the lake, and I thought it was a pretty good route even if it wasn't the fastest.
It took us almost a half hour to get from downtown to Northwestern University, and it took us a little while to find the building where we were supposed to meet her, which was called Bobb Hall. Mister Salvatore finally found it and me and Aquamarine went in to get her.
Cayenne was in a little lounge with two suitcases packed and when she saw us, she said goodbye to the boy she was talking to and picked up her suitcases in her field and trotted towards us, and she kind of kept her tail high as she came across the room.
All three of us went out to Sienna together and Miss Cherilyn opened the back so that she could put her suitcases in, and we all moved to the back seat, 'cause it was too crowded in the middle seat for all three of us together. They made the middle seat narrower so that you could get by it to get to the back seat, 'cause the back seat didn't have its own doors.
Before we got back on the 94 Highway, we stopped at Five Guys for lunch. They had veggie sandwiches which were good, and Cayenne also had some Cajun fries and let each of us try one and I didn't like them very much because they were too spicy. They had milkshakes, too, and they even had bacon-flavored ones, and Miss Cherilyn wondered if anybody actually ever ordered it, or if it was just on the menu so that they could say that they had it.
Mister Salvatore said that he was kind of tempted to try it because it was a manly drink, and she said that putting together two things that never should have been put together wasn't manly, it was dumb.
And he said that was practically the definition of manly.
The 94 Highway went north until we got to Milwaukee, then it turned back west and went almost straight to Madison, and it was different from the way we'd come in before, so Mister Salvatore had to look at the GPS map to get directions to the university. We were on the wrong side of the lake.
We drove around until we found the hotel, which was called the Doubletree, and Miss Cherilyn went inside to get our rooms while Mister Salvatore unloaded all the suitcases and saddlebags and we all carried them inside. He said that he could get a cart, but I didn't think that we needed one, 'cause their bags had wheels and Cayenne could carry a few bags in her field.
He had to park Sienna in a proper spot, so he had to go back outside, and we got our room cards from Miss Cherilyn and went upstairs to our room before he got in. I rode in the elevator because they wanted to, but I still didn't like them all that much.
We didn't have a good view of the lake from our room, which was too bad. But I guess it didn't matter that much, 'cause I didn't think we were going to be spending a lot of time in it.
We hadn't been in our room for too long before Miss Cherilyn knocked on the door and Aquamarine let her in. She said that we probably weren't going to be able to meet with Gusty before the play, but that we were going to go out to a late dinner afterwards, with her and Nicky. And so we had some time to do whatever we wanted to before we went to the play, and so we all decided that it would be fun to walk around Madison a little bit and see more of it. And maybe we could have a light dinner before the play started, 'cause it was a pretty nice day. It was cloudy out, but pretty warm.
The hotel wasn't too far from the Arboretum, which was a tree zoo, and we all wanted to go there. Cayenne suggested it, 'cause she'd come up to Madison to see Gusty a couple of times, and she thought it was really pretty and peaceful and a nice change from the city, and Aquamarine was interested to see if there were any kinds of trees that didn't exist in Michigan.
While we were walking over there we thought it might be fun to see if we could run some leaves off of the trees, because we didn't know if that would work on Earth. And there would be lots of trees to choose from, in case some of them were more receptive than others.
The Arboretum was a lot bigger than I'd thought, and they had some prairies, too. It was a lot like the Nature Center, but maybe ten times bigger or maybe even more. And I was kind of jealous that Gusty had that so close to her, but I shouldn't have been because there was lots around Kalamazoo, too, and I still hadn't explored it all.
At first, we just walked around and talked about school and our classes and what we were going to do when they were over. It was something I was trying not to think about—I was going to go visit Peggy for Thanksgiving, which was at the end of November, and then after that I didn't know what I'd do. I guess I'd find a place to stay in Kalamazoo for the rest of the year, or else I could have a vacation and go visit other places I hadn't been yet.
Cayenne insisted that we all had to get together for shopping in Chicago some time after school ended, 'cause there were so many good stores that we could spend a whole weekend and not run out of places to see. And I thought that I'd like to go on one more trip, especially if someone else wanted to go with me.
We found a trail that went through a forest, and Cayenne asked Aquamarine if she had tried it back in Lansing, and she said that she had, but it didn't work all that well with Earth trees. She said that she'd thought maybe she could focus better on just one tree and tried running circles around a sidewalk tree and that had made her pretty dizzy and not too many leaves had come off of it. But then she said that there were three of us, one from each tribe, and that might make it work better.
So we went down the trail a little bit and Aquamarine kept a close look at the trees, and I knew that she was feeling them in her hooves, 'cause their roots were everywhere and an earth pony could feel that just like I could feel the air in my wings. And then she stopped in the middle of the trail and sort of concentrated a little bit, and then she said that this was the place to try, and we had a good half-mile stretch where the trees were really close to the path.
She scraped a line in the dirt that she said was our starting point, and then she had me fly down and mark the ending point, and she said that she'd tell me where it was. And after I'd flown a half-mile or so, I heard her whistle and so I dropped down and made a line that was the finish point, and then flew back to them.
Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn had been trailing a little bit behind us, but they caught up while we were marking out our course, and we decided that we ought to have one of them at the finish line, so we sent Miss Cherilyn ahead, and I said that she'd see the line, and pointed to the big, gnarled tree that was right by where I'd marked.
Mister Salvatore wanted to know what we were doing, and Aquamarine said that we were doing a running of the leaves, and he didn't know what that was, and she said to just watch, and he'd figure it out.
Miss Cherilyn waved when she got to the end, and Cayenne told Mister Salvatore to start us off, so we all lined up and he told us to go and we all started trotting and we let Aquamarine set the pace, 'cause she had to figure out which was best for the trees.
And at first I wasn't feeling anything, and then Aquamarine picked up the pace a little bit and we were right on the edge of a canter and still nothing. Then I started to feel a little bit of energy, and she got going faster and it was uncomfortable for me to trot and I started falling behind and finally had to break into a canter. Aquamarine kept her stride, 'cause she had longer legs so it was easier for her, and Cayenne was keeping up at a trot, too, but she looked a little uncomfortable with it.
Then she had to change gaits, too, 'cause Aquamarine went even faster, and I could start to feel the energy around us, and I wanted to look back and see if leaves were falling yet, but that would have been dumb. So I kept my focus on Aquamarine's tail and legs, and tried to keep a couple ponylengths behind her and not vary my speed too much. I thought that with only us three, we'd have to be really coordinated for it to work.
Right towards the end she finally switched to a canter, and I felt a little more of a tug almost, and I knew that we were doing it, and then we crossed the finish line and slowed down and turned around to see what we'd managed to do.
By Equestrian standards, it wasn't too impressive. There were a bunch of leaves falling, but I thought that we could do better.
Cayenne was a little bit more winded than I was, and she said it was because she spent so much time riding the Metra and in buses and taxis and Uber-cars and not exercising like she should. She said it was too easy in Chicago to get a ride anywhere so you didn't have to walk.
Miss Cherilyn wanted to know what we were doing, too, and so Aquamarine told her and then she said that once we caught our breath we were going to gallop back. She said that the trees had been fighting her, and they weren't too receptive, and she thought that maybe she could improve it a little bit by laying her hooves on every one and getting to know it but that would have taken forever, 'cause there were so many trees, so she was doing like I did with clouds, and feeling a few to get a general idea and hoping that it was a good guess.
I knew that if she had had a farm back in Equestria, she probably would have known every plant on it, but she couldn't very well do that here.
So when we were ready again, we lined up and this time Miss Cherilyn told us when to start and Aquamarine got into a fast canter right away, and when we'd matched stride with her, she broke into a gallop, and we raced down the path and this time I could really feel that we were getting something done, and right as we got close to the finish line I galloped as fast as I could, but it wasn't quite enough to catch Aquamarine.
Mister Salvatore had been looking up the path rather than at us when we crossed, so I knew that we'd managed to make it work, and sure enough when I turned back around, thousands and thousands of leaves were drifting down, so many that I couldn't see Miss Cherilyn through them any more.
The four of us walked back to her, and there were still some leaves falling by the time we caught up with her. And she said that she'd never seen anything quite like that before, so we told her how we did that every autumn in Equestria to encourage the leaves to fall to make way for the new.
We probably shouldn't have put so much effort into galloping, cause we all had gotten a bit lathered, so we had to go back to the hotel and take a shower before we went to the play. And we got room service, which is where they deliver the food right to your room, but it's kind of expensive. Mister Salvatore had said that it was okay, though.
The three of us all groomed each other, and we shared the food we'd gotten, and then Cayenne got a bottle out of her suitcase and we all had just a little bit for luck.
We drove to the theatre, and we had some really good seats right towards the front. All of us looked through the program and there was Gusty's name and biography, and now it said that she'd guest-starred on Orange is the New Black, which was really neat. It didn't look like anybody else had been in a movie.
There was also a page that said how they'd gotten invited to the Shakespeare festival, and they had a picture from that play, with Gusty at the center.
Cayenne said that her being a pony had probably helped them, and she felt sometimes that she got to do stuff that other students might not get to 'cause she was a unicorn, and I was about to say something kinda mean, but then I thought about how I got to do things that other airplanes didn't get to do, and it was probably true. Aquamarine said that she was a really good actress, though, and Cayenne said that it was true, and she didn't mean to say that she hadn't deserved it, but Gusty had even told her that Hollywood casting people didn't normally pick someone who had played one part in one play and put them in a TV series.
I hadn't know that the play was going to be a musical, but I was really glad that it was, because I thought that plays were a lot better when there was singing in them.
Right at the very beginning, there was a shrieking whistle that set my ears on edge, and that kind of wound up setting the tone for the whole play.
Gusty was really creepy in the play, and I almost didn't know her. If there had been other ponies in the play I don't think I would have recognized her at first. Her clothes were raggedy and filthy, and her mane was in a really sloppy bun. And she had a sort of strange twitchiness, and I didn't trust her for an instant, and I didn't think that Sweeney should, either.
The whole play was really tense, and it was also horrible—Sweeney got his revenge by killing people and then Gusty disposed of their bodies by grinding them up and baking them into pies, which everyone really liked, 'cause they didn't know what was in them.
There was blood everywhere, and even though I knew it was fake, it didn't feel fake when he cut someone's throat and they dropped limply to the floor. And even though I knew it was fake, I wanted to get out of the theatre and it just kept getting worse and worse, and I thought that maybe humans didn't need monsters because sometimes humans were monsters.
I felt horrible for thinking it, but Gusty got what she deserved in the end, 'cause she'd betrayed him, but her final scream as he pushed her into the oven stood my coat right on end.
And when everyone bowed at the end, most of them were bloodied, 'cause they'd died in the play, and seeing them all at once like that was a little bit shocking, and I was really glad when the lights finally came up again.
Everyone was standing and applauding and it was nearly enough to bring down the auditorium, and so they all came out and bowed again, and then people started to make their way out of the theatre.
It was really strange to see all the actors standing there to greet us with blood all over them, and I was still feeling a little bit skittish—I think that we all were. And there was a really big crowd around Gusty, but people let us through and we all went up and hugged and nuzzled her and I heard some people applauding that, too.
We had to wait for her to finish greeting everyone who wanted to meet her and shake her hoof and get an autograph, and I realized that the strangest thing about everyone in the line was that they were still wearing their costumes but they were totally different. Judge Turpin had a big smile on his face and he was happily greeting his friends, but throughout the play I'd wanted to buck him right in his smug face. And Lucy was still wearing her bloody rag-dress, and still had her creepy doll, but she was as normal as any other college girl that I knew.
All of us went to the Madison Blind for dinner again, just like last time, and she'd taken off her makeup but her mane was still in the sloppy bun, 'cause she hadn't wanted to spend the time to comb it out. And she told us that it was a really hard role to play but once she'd figured out Miss Lovett's motivation it had been a lot easier and sort of come naturally, and Nicky said it was kind of creepy to watch her practice, especially as she started to get more and more into her character. And I did tell her that I thought she'd gotten what she deserved in the end and she laughed and said if I thought that than she had done a really good job.
Then she told us how the gun had been switched in the fight because they couldn't risk dropping a real, loaded black powder pistol on the stage, and what they had done was give Anthony a fake one while the real one was just behind the desk, and when Anthony and Mister Fogg were fighting, Joanna had been off to the side and switched guns, and she bet that nobody had noticed. And she was especially proud when Mister Salvatore and Miss Cherilyn said that they hadn't.
We stayed eating snacks and drinking beer until they closed, and then we all went back to Gusty and Nicky's apartment with them. I'd forgotten to bring the sweatshirt, but we'd see her again tomorrow and so I could give it to her then.
And when we got back to the hotel, we were all pretty tired from running in the Arboretum and also emotionally exhausted from the play, but we didn't go to bed right away like we should have, because sometimes you're so exhausted that you can't sleep, and this was one of those times, so I was really glad that Cayenne had brought her bottle, 'cause we all sat on the bed and passed it around and talked some more about the play and then we started talking about sex and Cayenne gave me a couple of good ideas and said that there was a book called the Kama Sutra that I should definitely look at.
I told her about my toy and when I said that I'd seen one modeled after a real pony, Cayenne asked if I thought they might make one that looked like her, and I said that she should, and maybe they'd even give her one for free. So she got out her folding computer, 'cause she'd brought it with her, and she found their internet page, and figured out how to send them a message, and she wasn't very good at typing when she'd been drinking, so she had to fix a lot of mistakes but the computer was smart and underlined them all in red for her, just like mine did.
And then she said that she ought to include pictures, so she took her portable telephone and tried to take them herself but I don't think she would have done very well even if she hadn't been drinking and I finally took pity on her and did it for her.
She got them put on her computer by sending them to a computer-cloud and then bringing them back with her portable computer, and then she picked the two that she liked best, plus she also had some other pictures of herself that she thought were pretty sexy, and she put them in the computer letter, too, and then sent it.
And we were all kinda giggling by the time she was done, and I think that helped relax us as much as anything had.
We'd gotten a room that just had one big bed, and it was really too much for just the three of us, and so it felt kind of empty because there was so much space that we weren't using.
We all cuddled up in the center of the bed, and I thought that I probably should have drank some water 'cause I was going to have a sore head in the morning, but I didn't want to get up and out of bed now, so I just put my head down against Aquamarine and closed my eyes and hoped that I didn't have nightmares of a murdering barber and his evil landlord.
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Seriously, you should have IPass.
And what route are they taking that has them paying a bunch of tolls? If you stay on I-94, there are no tolls until north of downtown.
Fun facts!
I played Judge Turpin in Sweeny Todd (the non-musical version), and I will say as an actor it is rewarding when you play the bad guy so well that people are applauding as you go off to your demise.
Also, when we did it we didn't use fake blood (couldn't afford it), but we did use a real gun. When we were talking about the staging, the director wanted a light cue because he was afraid that people wouldn't notice her firing the gun, and I promised him that people would notice. And they did--firing a gun indoors is something that you don't miss. And since it was a real black powder pistol, her being partially in darkness when she fired just served to highlight the muzzle blast from the gun.
rest of the paragraph was missing.
Cayenne the pony pussy model.
I agree with Miss Cherilyn. You are on a trip, the idea is to get there the quickest. You want scenery? Buy a -ING postcard. I'll take comfort over style any day
But I also agree w Mr Salvatore. Roads want to be liberated, travel wants to be free.
Hopefully, somebody got The Running of the Leaves on video. That one could go viral, although I'm sure someone will say they faked it
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I'd buy THAT for a dollar! :D
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Yeah, I'm all for people doing the stuff they're well suited for. It's just the whole "I HAVE A Y CHROMOSOME SO I DONT KNOW HOW TO COOK OR CLEAN BECAUSE THAT'S FOR GIRLS" thing some people do that bothers me. And, if any girls are like "I'm a girl so I can't do X!! I need a man to do it for me!!!" that bothers me as well.
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Yikes.
Semi related:
I can't help but notice that the only reason the group of them seem to get together is because of Gusty's plays, but Gusty rarely seems to hang out with them.
Let me say this about guys cleaning. I lost a girlfriend once because she wanted me to wash the dishes -said it was sexist to make her do them. I said "You've got 2 people living here. 1 gets upset if there is mold growing on the stuff in the sink & 1 doesn't. Which one should wash the dishes? & how is that sexist?" In my defense, I was 19. Still, I was in my 30s before I stopped leaving the dishes when moving & buying more at a yard sale. At that, I wasn't as big a pig as some of my friends. For instance, I never used the kitchen table to disassemble a car engine -for a month.
I've had both men & women for roommates + brothers & sisters growing up. Most guys do too have a different attitude towards cleaning than women. Probably it's training but most women can't stand mess as well as most guys. (I freely admit I've known exceptions both ways)
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I love every chapter, but this ones depiction of Sweeny Todd is great as a comparison from human to pony mind sets
So, in this reality, it's the Cayenne instead of the Sugar Star, right? Or did an enterprising earth pony snipe our party mare on this one, and she was simply too drunk to notice it on the site?
7833891 Still better than the travesty Florida calls a toll road.
Has anyone ever written a story about a pony who identifes as something else?
7834198 Indeed. I was wondering how SG would react to the play when it was mentioned a few chapters ago.
A sad but true statement.
7833211 I'm done with this conversation, and I'm not having it again. I was explaining a math concept to Admiral (as well as anyone who's interested), and you co-opted it into your stupid tau crusade. You've resorted to fallacies, and have flat out ignored the entire point of my comments while simply asserting your position as fact. You've also made an argument that at best shows a fundamental lack of understanding of geometry and destroys any credibility you may have had. The overwhelming majority of the math, scientific, and engineering community (including me) have rejected tau because it offers nothing over pi.
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yeah, I can see that now. It'll be interesting to see what happens with it.
well, yeah it can be. But I imagine it as more foreplay than an actual act. But fetishes are a thing as well. I do a similar thing with unicorn horns, although I made it even less sexual. For my headcanon, horns don't have a sense of touch. Everything is encased in a thick shell of a keratin/ivory/bone type material. Not feeling much through that. Although horns can feel magical fields (and there's some nearby pressure points) so unicorns can have that kind of interaction, and it's more of a hold over when dealing with other tribes.
Cayenne is something else. Risqué doesn't do.
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Well, Can we agree that Silver is our 1 True Cutie Constant?
Sorry, couldn't help myself. I'll go stand in the corner now.
[Insert joke about cops and donuts here.] (Yeah, Mister Salvatore's FBI, but it's still law enforcement, so it sort-of works, right?)
Cayenne, you lovable slut.
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7834083 There was a show a couple of years back now, "Canada's Worst Handyman". There was a guy on it who felt that "women's work" included welding and roofing. Basically, anything that wasn't just lifting and carrying was women's work. An odd man.
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I don't know. I drove on it recently from Fort Lauderdale to Orlando, and didn't see anything wrong with it. Well, there was nothing to see for miles and miles, but I wasn't driving for the scenery.
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Hm...
juniorse?
Nah.
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I think that was the first time I ever cried over a book; must have been about eight or so.
I can see a potential cultural difference when they wake up:
Human: "Nothing you do while you're drunk is a good idea"
Pony: "The best ideas come while you're drunk!"
7834620 lol, yes we can.
Maybe they'll like Equus better.
http://www.theonion.com/article/second-graders-wow-audience-with-school-production-1883
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There's software that you can use to make it easier, but I didn't know how to use it at the time (I might be able to do it now). The main source of difficulty was that it was something like 6 dimensions.
for me it was when I had to shovel a bunch of gravel helping my family with landscaping.
So the most common type of calorimetry is called bomb calorimetry. You take an about 1/2 inch thick steel container (called the bomb) put your sample in, along with a fuse and then pressurize it to 363 psi with pure oxygen. then you submerge it in circulating water and set off the fuse, while measuring the change in temperature. Since it has so much pressurized oxygen, if it can burn, it will. Including the metal fuse. So at UC Davis, someone didn't secure the lid on the bomb correctly. When it was set off, the lid was blown off, damaging the ceiling. It also broke a mercury thermometer, which splattered around the room and inside the ceiling. It was an expensive, time consuming repair (that naturally involved a lot of difficult HAZMAT cleanup) and the room couldn't be used during this. I'm not sure how wide reaching it was, but a lot of schools in California stopped doing the experiment. My school is one of the few that still does it, but with re worked safety features. Newer bombs and new digital thermometers (also we stopped using kerosene).
the problem is that s looks like 5 (I actually had to redo an entire problem on a final because of this), x is both a variable and an operator, i can look like 1, and t can look like a plus. We use more scripty/cursivy type letters, but s is still hard.
Sounds like Silver hasn't heard of Loch Ness.
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You are the one with the non sequitur of which symbol to use. It is true that we shall have to settle on a symbol and stick with it, but this is about mathematics. When you had to use τ, your response was that you used 2π. ¡I call bullshit! The vast majority of equations using π use 2π and in trigonometry, we always have to multiply and divide by 2. ¿Does not this indicate to you that the radius is a fundamental property of circles. When called on this with curves of constant width, you throw in that the diameter has to go through the center. Mathematical definitions should be as simple as possible. You added to the definition for saving your losing argument, which just makes you lose worse.
Silvers secret iisland hiddeout.
Call it Treasure Island?
Wow the first pony visiting Loch Ness ... and brining a baby lake monster with them ... to release it there ...
Is it just that there is so much male attention on earth for mares ? or is it just that Cayenne has a stud in every building in every town, everywhere?
"Welcome to earth, we don't have monsters, because humans are monsters, enjoy your stay species of equestria."
Wow the whole last part ... i can allready see Mr Salvadore getting a call from his NSA buddy at breatfast about what came from one of the pony laptops ... and where it went.
7834799 That's odd. What people think of as "women's work" and "men's work" can be very weird at times. When my dad was little and typewriters were kind of new, the boys never took typewriting classes because "typing was for girls". Now he types on his laptop daily...with his pointer fingers, and having to look at every key before he presses it!
I also knew a guy who called other men wimps if they didn't pump gas for their girlfriends. Apparently pumping gas was men's work.
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Or Giant Squids. Or Portuguese Man'owars. Or Moray Eels.
Or, if strictly Lake-dwellers, giant Asian Carps and monster Catfish.
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I remember that. I think it was a "women type, men dictate" kind of thing. I can't come up with even that much justification for the gas pumping. Maybe women were delicate flowers? Sexism can be weird. In my neighborhood growing up, 'Women's Work' meant "requires planning and/or number crunching". That was some culture shock when I was first exposed to the wider world, I'll tell you. The idea that women were considered intellectually inferior was one that I just found baffling.
7835879 or the lion's mane jellyfish
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that's how you know the actors are doing a really good job. haha
Considering how drunk the ponies are, is there any chance they're emailing those photos to the wrong website?
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That's a real species? I thought Doyle made it up.
Shame about Mary Watson, right? Some will probably say she was ignominiously killed off for teh dramas, but at least it was done with more respect than in the books, where she only gets a single mention of having previously died offscreen. Also, it's funny how they already did a Six Napoleons-based plot on the official BBC Sherlock blog.
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'That's why they call it acting.'
By jove I think she's got it! I really think she's got it!
She really needs to read those books on WWI if she wants to see what kind of monsters humans can really be.
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He probably doesn't go to Chicago enough to want one.
The Skyway--it's a bit quicker, at least according to Google and my memory of every time I've driven to/through Chicago.
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Sure to be a popular model, especially if she poses for some photos on their website.
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I've always thought that it depends on where you need to be, and when. I've spent two days getting from Kalamazoo to Ludington, but I've also run the Ann Arbor-Baltimore Bronycon route nearly nonstop (and if the car had had a bigger gas tank, I could have done it nonstop). Personally, I'd rather have a little extra time and take the scenic route, but sadly that's not always possible.
Mister Salvatore might have recorded it, just for posterity.
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That was an unfortunate import/editing error. Which I should have caught.
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Oh, it's going to cost a little more than that. A similar product on Bad Dragon's website goes for $130.
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My scene shop teacher was like that, and had girls do dumb stuff like sort bolts, until our welding class. Then one of the girls laid down a better bead with the arc welder than any of the guys could, despite the fact that it was her first time ever using one. After that, he trusted people to tell him what they could and couldn't do.
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Well, it's true. . . .
Well, there was the train trip out west; all of them stuck together for that. But other than that, it's mostly been her plays when the four of them get together, or the Red Bull airshow. All four of them just don't get together all that often.
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I know that I'm more tolerant of things left out and 'i'll get to that' cleaning; on the other hand, the other guy at the shop is really obsessed with keeping things clean, so I think it's more a matter of personal choice than gender.
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I think it would be kind of horrifying to them. Their monsters are generally not ponies; such is not the case with humans.
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There's already an existing pony toy; I kind of mixed up my sex toy makers. There is one in Kentucky which I can never remember the name of that actually does do molds of actual equines, and would undoubtedly be willing to do a custom of an actual pony if she showed up and wanted it done (and it would probably sell like hotcakes). But the nice thing about Bad Dragon is probably everybody in the fandom knows who they are.
In short, there's presumably already pony-shaped toys, but Cayenne's having one custom-molded based on her own anatomy, and it will no doubt sell like hotcakes. Heck, she could include an autographed bio with the first thousand of them or something.
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Michigan just doesn't have any, because our roads are so bad we know nobody would pay to use them.
I'm not aware of any, but I'd be surprised if there aren't any.
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Theatre often holds a mirror up.
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Yeah, I think that they can probably only 'feel' things in their horn when they're channeling magic through them, or when they hit them hard enough to hurt where they attach to the skull. Like when Sweetie hit Rarity's horn to stop her from casting. So while hornplay is probably a thing, it's not in and of itself an erogenous zone--it's more psychological than physical.
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A little slut?
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I'm in favor of this.
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Yeah, I'd say so.
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I don't know any girls who are roofers, but I have known girls who are far better welders than I am.
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Some things can't be easily ponified.
I didn't get to that book until I was in college. I'm not sure which book was the first to make me cry, to be honest. Might have been Watership Down, or maybe Robin Hood.
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It's best to think of things when you're drinking, but not actually do them until you're sober. That's why all authors know to write drunk and edit sober.
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I'm not sure that one would be up their alley.
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Sounds like Silver hasn't heard of Loch Ness.
She probably hasn't. Most likely, there's an exchange pony in Scotland who's afraid to go swimming there, though.
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Island hideouts are practically made for pegasi. Especially if they're rugged and remote. That's probably where pegasi nested before they learned to live on clouds.
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And that's why they have thorough inspections of everypony going through the portal.
Well, she's probably got a boy or two in her dorm.
That's probably the sign over the portal.
Yeah, their best bet is to probably just throw Cayenne's into a volcano or something after she leaves.
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I'll be honest, I was a bit reluctant to take a typing class that my school offered, 'cause I didn't think it would be all that useful a skill to have. I'm really glad that I did take that class. It really wound up coming in handy, and not in the way I would have expected.
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It's kind of a weird moment, though. Both for the audience and a little bit for the actors, too. And some of the conversations we have backstage . . . remind me next time you get together with us. I've got some great theatre stories.
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Fortunately (or unfortunately), no.