Zoe: Yeah? Thought you'd get land crazy that long in port. Wash: Probably, but I've been sane a long while now, and change is good.

'Shindig'


The Great Write Way  

A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.


Beverly - Nov 13, 2003 2:20:14 pm PST #2703 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Plei! On that eskimo site:

Favory II Gabriella II-1--.Bon Bon(!), his call name, has a great sense of humor and loves to play, but that, of course, may just be his young age! As with all the other "boys", he also loves attention and comes without delay when called.


amych - Nov 13, 2003 2:22:54 pm PST #2704 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Decidedly polish, Plei -- basically, anything you'd use for endurance, you can use for dressage, in that small-but-solid sense. The conformation types? Dumb and ding-y.


Betsy HP - Nov 13, 2003 2:29:53 pm PST #2705 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

Bon bon was the one I was actually trying to link to and failed. Pretty pretty boy.

If you were off on a two-day trip, fleeing for safety, would you walk, then trot, then walk, then trot, or would you walk all the way, or what?


amych - Nov 13, 2003 2:33:35 pm PST #2706 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

If you were off on a two-day trip, fleeing for safety, would you walk, then trot, then walk, then trot, or would you walk all the way, or what?

Trot most of the way, but walk for brief breaks when you need a rest. The trot is kinda like jogging for horses -- if they're in half-decent shape, they can go on doing it for miles and miles. If you watch documentaries of horses in the wild, it's what they do to cover serious ground (i.e., while migrating, but neither running from a threat nor stopping to graze/breed/birth/whatever).


Betsy HP - Nov 13, 2003 2:37:15 pm PST #2707 of 10001
If I only had a brain...

If you normally ride for pleasure rather than for a living, are you going to be saddle-sore?


amych - Nov 13, 2003 2:41:44 pm PST #2708 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

Yep.


deborah grabien - Nov 13, 2003 3:09:30 pm PST #2709 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Someone needs to get my mama in law in here. She actually has a stake in Judy's lippi stud. Pretty babies, they are, and the arab crossbreeds as well.


sfmarty - Nov 13, 2003 5:47:39 pm PST #2710 of 10001
Who? moi??

(pant, pant, just arrived)

I took most of the baby photos of Pookie. (Pooks, Pooka, any variation)

I took a look at that informational web site. Pretty much what has been discussed in various writers groups over the years. Good stuff for the most part (not that Western site tho)

One thing to think about. Food. Horses are conditioned to spend great amounts of time grazing. Lipps are very easy keepers (don't eat much). They, and Arabs had much more stamina than most other horses. Judy took her first mare, Capria, on an endurance run once and beat the other horse (all Arabs) into the ground. The owner of Favory Arabs had challenged the tiny Lipps. He was properly amazed. (tiny is about 14-15 hands. A hand is 4 inches)

Pooks can separate his mind from breeding when he is in other situations, like dressage training. He will not, however, tolerate other males in with his mares. I am certain that war horses were either mares or geldings. I am planning a trip there in January. If you have specific questions, e me and I will ask. (If the need is urgent I can e Judy right away.)


sumi - Nov 14, 2003 7:22:50 am PST #2711 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!

My cousin's eventer loves jumping so much that he'll jump from one of their fields to the other in the middle of the night.


Strix - Nov 14, 2003 7:30:44 am PST #2712 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger

Ok, I almost never write poetry, but I've come up with a few. I thnk they might be decent enough with some work; I may try to submit them to the lit journal here at the university.

Rip me apart, thanks! _______________

Poor little girl, with your red tattoo on your sleeve.
Who did you bleed for?
Whose secret sign is it?
How many years will go by before someone knows
you branded love on your flesh for him, only him,
only him, forever.
And that you have been waiting -- as long as it takes --
whatever it takes,
whatever.

And now he sits, runs a finger along that red heart,
and smiles. It's him,
but as you hand him his beer and walk away
you wonder vaguely why he looks familiar.

Don't love the ending. Hmm.