ONE-DAY-THERE-WILL-BE-HORSES

This day in Rooster Teeth history: May 4
  • 2011: Ray releases a Guide while Geoff and Jack face each other in HORSE before releasing a This Is…. Gus, Burnie, Griffon and Brandon are in another instalment of the RT Podcast.
  • 2012: Geoff and Jack highlight this week’s Fails of the Weak, then Geoff joins Caleb to tell us this week’s Game Night. Ray releases on Guide with Geoff, then one with Michael. Finally, Michael, Ray and Krry recap the past week in the RT Recap.
  • 2013: Michael guides Kerry through a Rage Quit RT Life.
  • 2014: Join 18 staff members as they check out the new office in this week’s RT Recap.
The signs as Country songs
  • <p><b>Aries:</b> "Gunpowder and Lead" - Miranda Lambert<p/><b>Taurus:</b> "Friends In Low Places" - Garth Brooks<p/><b>Gemini:</b> "She's Country" - Jason Aldean<p/><b>Cancer:</b> "Before He Cheats" - Carrie Underwood<p/><b>Leo:</b> "Cruise" - Florida Georgia Line<p/><b>Virgo:</b> "Man! I Feel Like A Woman" - Shania Twain<p/><b>Libra:</b> "I Love You This Big" - Scotty McCreery<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> "My Give A Damn's Busted" - Jo Dee Messina<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> "Independence Day" - Martina McBride<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> "I Love This Bar" - Toby Keith<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> "Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy" - Big & Rich<p/><b>Pisces:</b> "One Way Ticket (Because I Can)" - Leann Rimes
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What a beautiful day in Hyde Park! Welcoming the new born princess with horses and cannons - Welcome to the world little one! Heading back home to finish up my last final tomorrow.

Tomorrow will mark a year that I have been working at the barn.

A year ago I had been unemployed for like 8 months, trying to applying for disability because I had to quit my last job because of anxiety/panic attacks and getting turned down 4 times and not succeeding in living off of my art.

I answered a dumb CraigsList ad for work at a horse barn and now, a year later, I still work there, have made so many new friends (who I now affectionately call “my squad” and it makes them mad because I won’t explain it to them), have another job as a dog bather, and most of all, have my very own horse that I love more than anything. 

I had been out of horses for like 8 years before I started working there, I never thought I’d have one, yet alone be around them again, and now I see 20ish horses every single day. I can ride whenever I want. Like literally right now I could go get in my car and go to the barn and saddle up my horse if I wanted to and that is just completely unreal for me to think about when I think about where I was a year, even 2-3 years ago. 

It is amazing how much can change in a year. 

Never give up. 

A NIGHTTIME MARE
WHOSE LEGS ARE NOT
BEING WATCHED / 
I RUN AND RUN AND RUN
AND REFUSE TO BE
CAUGHT BY THEIR GLARE /

ONE DAY
I WILL BURN MY FATHER’S HANDS
AND LAUGH 

AS HE WEEPS FOR THE
MISTAKE HE HAS 
MADE OF ME /

I AM A WHORE A HORSE A HOARSE
REMNANT OF MY PAST
                DO NOT TOUCH ME
                DO NOT /

Inspection

It wasn’t often that Arandoros got out of the city, away from the hustle and bustle. Normally he was stuck in his forge after hours, trying to finish up the latest work order that absolutely had to be done the next morning. There were at least five of those every two weeks, and half of them simply looked to exploit his potentially fast production. He did his best to accommodate most of the time, but this was not one of those days. No, he had something much more important to do, and as his horse led him over the border between Eversong and the Ghostlands, a chill different than the sort he usually felt when in this area ran up his spine.


It was the chance of a lifetime, really. It had been over a century since he’d heard the man’s stories, but his father had told Arandoros many tales of working for Lord Silvercrest, Eliot’s father. And now he was about to decide whether or not he would take that mantle up again, though for the next generation. Those sorts of thoughts kept his mind occupied until he reached his destination, at which point he dismounted and tethered his horse off, smiling as he took a look at the place.


It was big, that much was certain, and more private. There were actual walls and not the shared public area in Farstriders’ Square that he’d been occupying for the last while. It was the same size as that area, but definitely cleaner, as though someone had prepared the place for him. “I’ll have to thank him for the courtesy,” Aran murmured to himself as he made his way toward the actual forges. He was certainly impressed by the quality, as well as how neatly the heating mechanism was stored. There wasn’t as much chance for impurities to fall into the flames, like had happened so often in Silvermoon.


Then came time to look over what materials he would have access to. The crates were stacked as high and wide as his total stock of raw materials his shop had, but there was that much of every material he could possibly think to need. “My my, the things I could do with you..” he murmured as he pulled a bar of Thorium from the nearest crate. “The things I very well may do..” He replaced it, nodding and smirking as he looked around.


“I could use you for weapons…” he started, looking to the first workstation. The second was larger, and when his gaze reached it, he spoke again. “You for the armor..” His eyes fell to the third, smallest one, and that smirk widened. “And you for everything in between.” Training, metals for different types of apparatuses, pendants that required refined metals. Plenty of different uses.
“Oh, Lord Silvercrest,” Aran spoke to himself as he turned. He’d been here too long, far too long for a lunch break. “You don’t know what you’ve offered me.” As he made his way out of the Silvercrest Blacksmith and mounted his horse, he couldn’t help the smile that lingered on his lips. “Here comes the future.”

A Day at the Races

This weekend thousands made their way to the fields of Great Meadow in The Plains, VA to celebrate, spectate and of course tailgate their way through 90th running of the Virginia Gold Cup Races.

It was a perfect day. Blue skies, lush green field, a festive crowd, and a slew of inventive race day hats and tailgating fare. Of course there was also the thrill of the main event -  one nose to nose, push the the finish, horse race after another.

If you missed all the fun, not to worry, TSG HC Art Director, Ann Marie Valenti, and yours truly made our way through the crowd to bring “A Day at the Races” to you…

Special thanks to our friends at the Great Meadow Foundation for allowing us a visit to The Summer House (we loved finding The Scout Guide Hunt Country on every table). We did make GMF, President, Rob Banner slow down long enough for a quick photo (below).

It was a blast to catch up with friends, like Jeri Jackson & family from Tri-County Feeds, Fashions and Finds (below). 

Of course we also took time to splurge on the scrumptious goodies, sip a few cocktails, and take in a race (and the jaw-dropping view) from the spectator’s deck above - stunning!

Next we where off to visit our TSG Hunt Country friends from The Goodstone Inn & Restaurant  at their tent on Member’s Hill. (Goodstone owner, Mark Betts and his talented chef, John Leonard pose for a quick photo with me below). 

Our heart-felt thanks for the invitation. We were wowed by your hospitality, delighted by the delicious race day fare, and fell completely in love with your “soon-to-be world famous” - Goodstone Mint Julep!

We think it is safe to say, there was fun had by all. Every square foot of Member’s Hill was host to one fabulous tailgate after another. Wild, colorful sun hats (a race day essential) where out in full force, and spectators (of all ages) were dressed to impress.

A huge thank you to Ann Marie for capturing these fabulous photos of our day. Happy Gold Cup everyone. Here’s to next year!