Saturday, September 30, 2006

A New Era Begins...

Due to the fact Mike has yet to publish a thought regarding the following topic, and also because The Girl mistakenly gave credit to someone where no credit was in fact deserved (jerkface-girlsnot...), I believe it is my sincere pleasure to reveal the reason behind the name of our conglomeration.

There once was a time when the other three blogging amateurs were able to attend the same church in Kingston as I, that would be Next Church for those keeping score at home, and Next proposed that all the folks that attended post links to their blogs on the church website. After each member of our team followed my lead and created blogs of their own to unintentionally make mine look much, much wittier I proposed we submit the web addresses to all our sites as a group, with the heading on the Next website as "The Four Horsepeople of the Ablogolypse".

This was my idea for a few reasons; one, I'm a huge sucker for wordplay - it is most definitely not coincidental that pun and fun only differ by one letter. Two, since I'm an apocolyptic prophet I have a hard time getting the thought of Earth's impending doom (July 8 2010; book it) at the hands of our Maker out of my head. (Kidding, the End Times are going to be wild, so don't miss out, and while you're at it bring a camera, a box of kleenex, 3-D Glasses, and a vacuum) Three, since there's The Girl, and I make a living out of being politically correct, Horsemen was replaced by the more apt "Horsepeople". The previous reasons are the three ingredients for what I consider a metaphorically delicious blog cake with chocolate icing and unending entertainment baked right in.

In time this idea proved to be inconsequential, as nothing was done about the addition to the Next website and the four of us were left with a witty pun as a private joke. Until the day the web design team at MSN Spaces made a mistake which ended up costing them their most talented four bloggers and the idea for a family blog named The Four Horsepeople of the Ablogolypse (said in deep echoing voice, with accompanying trumpets, and visions of Earth's destruction by a meteor of HTML) was born. And we find ourselves here, with much more to say and much fewer sites to read it on. Four cheers for increased efficiency!

Finally, I leave you with the summary of a comment Mike left on my original blog one day. It reveals our true Ablogolypse Horseperson identity. It's like the alter-ego of a superhero, except rather than a mild-mannered office worker with glasses and messy hair, ours are destructive, world-ending, Biblical demons with bad tempers. Yeah!

Matt - The White Horse; not sure why, but I get to conquer stuff with a bow and a crown, which sounds kind of cool.
The Girl - The Pale Horse; for obvious reasons
Mike - The Fiery Red Horse that Removes Peace from the Earth; typecasting we know, but it's his nature
Jon - The Black Horse of Pestilence; key word being "pest"

So there you have it folks. Keep checking in and enjoy our thoughts, as well as the manic, burning, devastation we leave in our path as we symbolize the end of web logs everywhere.

Or something like that...

Matt

Lost in Translation

A few months ago I sat beside a guy with one of those personal dvd players on the train. He had a second headphone jack so i joined him in watching the very mediocre film, Poseidon. What was great though, was that it was an illegal copy which had obviously been subtitled into japanese, and then had the subtitles retranslated into english so the every time i got bored with the movie, i would try and follow along by reading the subtitles. For instance:

Kurt Russel: I'm your father and I say we're going now.
Subtitle: You are the offspring of my mother's son. Haste will be required. Now is the time haste is needed.

Now, we all know about engrish, but this was my first actual encounter with it. My second came yesterday. My dad had been to the wedding of the daughter of the guy who owns the Mandarins(don't ask), and was given a shirt. The shirt is in a bag which says:

"Classic wear
This garment is soft comfortable and srunk
THROUSH SPECIAL WASHING
Process natural andunique look actieved."

Fair enough. They could have used a dictionary, but at least I can understand it. What really impressed me was the note at the bottom:

"As if this change to there is man impersonation of too many role necessity in the tidewater life. "

Read it again. Now here's your question of the day, and I'm not being facetious. Is that a philosophical exposition, or washing instructions?

Friday, September 29, 2006

In The Beginning...

Well, I have the distinct privelege of posting the first entry on our new blog collective...bloglective?

Anyway, we're hoping you're as glad to be here as we are. You will laugh, you will cry, you will smile and frown...you will wonder who the funniest of us is, and you will come to the conclusion that it is me, Cas - the one and only horseWOMAN of the ablogolypse.

I'll let Mike do the honours of explaining the title of our newest online (ad)venture, and in the meantime Jon, Mike, and Matt will be thinking of ways to outwit(ty) me. Unlikely.

Thanks for stopping by, please come back soon!

Cas

ps - you can check out our former individual blogs on the list to your right - the top four are us!