Sunday, November 05, 2006

Marshall Retreat Quotes

(EDIT: This post has been updated since the fifth, with all the things I Should Have Remembered. If anybody thinks of any more, do tell me. ;-))

Okay, I want to post quickly now and say the Marshall Retreat was AWESOME! Aaron, Heidi, Tarja, Rachels, we missed those of you who weren't there. And Now I miss those that WERE there too, because they're, well, not here. (On the bright side, I do hear that I may be able to make long-distance calls inexpensively soon.)

Anyway, what follows is mainly quotes that I had to get down while they were still in my head. Bits of it are written in Aaron's Feast-Farce style, and there is even a little exposition. Oh, and despite what it may seem, we DID learn alot of great stuff. Pastor Preus was great, and he usually is; the other sectional speakers were great too; I think the sectionals were even better than the ones in Indianapolis.

--

Paul: Zeke, I have a joke about the sun. But it's way over your head.

Zeke: (Indignantly) No it's not!

--

(Actually this is a mesh of several conversations, but oh well.)

Paul: Evangelicals give us Lutheran nerds swirlies.

(Later)

Me: If the evangelicals give us Lutheran nerds swirlies, would that make the Orthodox those weird artsy people? And the Catholics the prim "good citizen" types who sit at the front of the class?

Paul: Yeah...

Zeke: And who would be the valley girls?

Dad: Mainline liberal Protestants.

Zeke: How about Benny Hinn and those guys?

Me: They're the Special Ed class.

Zeke: And the Baptists...

Paul: Are just the Bapetists.

--

(While pulling into the church, Paul having been in the car for six hours, Nat and Maggie for approximately three.)

Maggie: Wait! We've been in here this long, and we haven't discussed a single serious thing!

Nat: Alright, everybody say serious things!

Me: Um, scientist... Neutron...

Nat: What about Literary Theory?

Paul: Galileo!

Nat: Oh, like that song by Queen!

Maggie: Galileo! Galileo!...

Me: Ah well, it was a noble effort.

--

(Okay, my brother, Zeke, has a ahem, a self-imposed OCD where he HAS to say "Moo" every time someone says "Cow.")

Zeke: So whenever I go past a cow moo...

Paul: Wait, a cow moo?

Zeke: Moo.

Paul: Ohhhh, a cow moo moo.

Zeke: Moo.

Paul: Wait, a cow moo moo moo?...

--

Paul: I have decided that I have to say "cow" every time he says "moo."

Me: Interesting. Cow.

Zeke: Moo.

Paul: Cow.

Zeke: Moo.

Paul: Cow...

--

(Scene: The church, on our almost late arrival)

Paul: Rae, where is my wet noodle?

Rae: Ack! I have forgotten to bring a wet noodle!

Paul: (Shaking head sadly) Then we shall have to find something lamer to assassinate Ethan with.

Maggie: I have a plastic pistol! Bang! (Everybody dies)

--

Maggie: Ethan, here is your Ego. (Stomps on it.)

Ethan: Ack. Life is not worth living.

Maggie: Don't worry. Not everybody wants to kill you.

Ethan: I feel slightly better now.

Maggie: (Stomps on Ego again)

--

Despite the fact that I have mostly stopped taking notes at this type of thing because I rarely go back and read them, I ended up taking copious notes. Some examples follow:

"TOGA!" (In response to Seth G.'s note, "PARTY!")

Me: This is a picture of: Santa (naked) feeding an albinoe reaindeer marshmallows in a blizzard.

If I can get the Paint program to match up, I may attempt to post some replicas of other cartoons we did.

--

(Free time, Saturday afternoon)

Paul: MouthHouse Clue!

Rae: Vault and Mt. Dew!

MHers: I hope these walls are sturdy, 'cuz we're about to bounce off them!

(Some MouthHousers play Clue, meanwhile Nat and Paul and I talk. Eventually Nat and I get into Gaiman and Americans Gods, discussing the story as well as the possible metaphoric ramifications of its conclusion.)

Paul: So, how 'bout those Cubs?

Nat: What? What are you talking about?

Paul: Just trying to bring the conversation to a level we ALL can understand.

Me: But none of us know ANYTHING about baseball.

Nat: Yeah.

Paul: Oh yeah, that's right.

(Some lightsaber fighting went on during free time as well.)

--

(At the banquet Saturday night. I dressed in a black dress shirt, black pants, a white tie, gray jacket, and my fedora. I wasn't sure how well it all hung together, but people who knew more about it than I did said it looked good, though apparently I looked like a mobster.)

Rae: Let us all talk in proper British accents, since we are dressed so properly.

Me: Indeed. Except that mine always sounds more like, "Eh wot then, sweep your chimney, guv? Eh, no what I mean, nudge nudge, say no more, say no more?"

Zeke: No what I mean, eh, nudge nudge, say no more?

Nat: [ditto]

Ethan, Nat, Zeke: Eh what, know what I mean? Nudge nudge...

...

Me (Actually doing upper-class Brit accent): Zeke and Seth (G.) are acting even wilder than the rest of us; in fact they are acting like uncultured peasants. Therefore, I am their lord, Paul is the overseer, Nat is my assisstant, and these three (Maggie, Rae, Elizabeth) are the court.

(Everybody but the peasants cheer.)

...

Maggie (in gestures, as the speaker was speaking): Ethan, turn your head this way. Yes. (Later, with the speaker done): Here is a picture of you looking like a mobster and being serious. This is what happens when I am hyper and it's bottled up.

Me: It's lovely. No one shall ever see it. (Several people do anyway.)

--

One of my favorite things was the mixer after the dinner. We went across teh street to the church, and they taugh us all how to play euchre. We promptly switched to slaps. After a while, most of the MHers got bored, and started kind of congregating in a corner. We, ahem, we played "Ring -Around-the-Rosy." (It was, I beleive I've got this correct, Rae, Maggie, Paul, Harris, and me.)

After that we adjourned outside, to have a party in the parking lot. What was great about this is that we had nothing you usually have for a party: no boom box, games, even edibles. we just had the bunch of us, my fedora, and Maggie's cowboy hat, and we had enormous fun anyway. More than we'd been having inside.

Rae: I don't think this would be half as much fun if you didn't look like a '40s mobster.

Maggie (To me): Hello, I'm your stalker.

Me: Gasp.

Maggie (to someone else): I'm your stalker.

Ethan: I thought you were my stalker?

Maggie: I'm everybody's stalker.

...

Seth: They turned me into a newt! (Everybody looks at him.) It got better.

Seth: (Remarking on the MHers who kill and are killed and are up walking around mere seconds later) It's like somebody discovered the Philosopher's Stone, or something.

--

The next day, after leaving, we stopped by Rae's (family's) new house and had pizza, and saw their creepy bridge (my brother was the only one dumb enough to go over it). Then we hung around for a while, and listened to some music and danced badly and played air guitar and air drums (or air fiddle-- to Green Day (?)).

All too soon, it was time to go home.

Nat and Maggie were with us for a while. My ego suffered much abuse (oh, what's it worth, anyway?) It currently has a sword, arrow, and several boxes of toothpicks in it.

Me: Thanks alot, you just stuck a toothpick in my ego.

Maggie thinks she has my ego currently, and I will let her think that.

[This is Maggie's addendum, left in the Comments, but I put them here because they should be part of my patchy account. The "Me"s in this section are Maggie.]

I had a ton of Mary Janes, which are disgusting candies that look really old no matter what, and Nat looked at the wrapper of one to try to figure out what it's made of…Nat: CORN SYRUP, DRY ROASTED PEANUTS, SUGAR, MOLASSES, PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED VEGETABLE OIL [COTTONSEED, SOYBEAN], SOY LECITHIN, SALT, MONO & DIGLYCERIDES, HYDROGENATED VEGETABLE OIL [RAPESEED, COTTONSEED & SOYBEAN], GLYCERINE, NATURAL FLAVOR.
Nat: *something about there being a girl named Mary Jane, who was chopped up and put into these candies*

Me: And that's why they can't make any new ones!

Ev'rybody: * laugh laugh*

Me: This is the intellectual conversation you craved! (we had not so long ago dropped off some others, and when we got back in the car someone said that now we could have some intellectual conversation)

Ethan: Galileo!

(Later)

Me: *draws blob in scetch pad* Ethan! Do you like this blob? The shape?

Ethan: I guess…

Me: *writes in blob "Ethan's Ego"* *draws arrow through it*

Ethan: Oh! Life isn't worth it!

--

In conclusion, I would like to say that I told Seth J. of Aaron's orders for me to kill him with a butter knife. since he knew, and I knew, and I knew he knew, no such attempt was made. However, just before we left, I managed to sneak a pen steb under his defenses, and Nat made impromptu throwing stars out of playing cards, assassinating Seth-- twice. Blood was everywhere.

And yet, afterwards I saw him up and walking around. Go figure.

23 comments:

Heidi said...

Awwww, I miss you all! It sounds like you had a great time. I'm glad. I love that attempt at serious conversation you quoted. Hehe. You must all come to the January retreat here. Otherwise I will be sad. I'll go convince Rae to drive. ;)

Anonymous said...

Oh the shame of having said nothing that was quoteable!

:P

Yes, it was good times. And that pic of you being stabbed by your brother is too good.

Ethan said...

Ack! The Anonomous should sign their names!

The Anon probably did say something quoteable, I just didn't remember... There were a bunch of things I should have put in there that I remembered later...

Heidi: I have cleared that I can go to the January Retreat if I can get transportation. Yes, convinve Rae to drive. I am able and willing to do, but I don't think I'd be able to take the family car...

Seth said...

Pah! Why did I write as anon.?!?!?

:P Sorry.

Perhaps you remember when I said "They turned me into a newt!". It was quite original for me.

The Marvelous Magical Magnetic Maggie said...

And you said nothing of Mary Janes! *sigh* I'm slightly ashamed… *puts three more toothpicks in Ethan's Ego* hehe… *attempts to put a toothpick in Paul's Ego, but it bounces off like the others* wheel… something like this:

I had a ton of Mary Janes, which are disgusting candies that look really old no matter what, and Nat looked at the wrapper of one to try to figure out what it's made of…

Nat: CORN SYRUP, DRY ROASTED PEANUTS, SUGAR, MOLASSES, PARTIALLY HYDROGENATED VEGETABLE OIL [COTTONSEED, SOYBEAN], SOY LECITHIN, SALT, MONO & DIGLYCERIDES, HYDROGENATED VEGETABLE OIL [RAPESEED, COTTONSEED & SOYBEAN], GLYCERINE, NATURAL FLAVOR.

Somebody: *something about there being a girl named Mary Jane, who was chopped up and put into these candies*

Me: And that's why they can't make any new ones!

Ev'rybody: * laugh laugh *

Me: This is the intellectual conversation you craved! (we had not so long ago dropped off some others, and when we got back in the car someone said that now we could have some intellectual conversation)

Ethan: Galileo!

The Marvelous Magical Magnetic Maggie said...

Me: *draws blob in scetch pad* Ethan! Do you like this blob? The shape?

Ethan: I guess…

Me: *writes in blob "Ethan's Ego"* *draws arrow through it*

Ethan: Oh! Life isn't worth it!


Yeah… something like that.

Rachel D said...

Oh, I missed such fun! And most of you peoples are going to the MN conference next year, aren't you?? *cries* Oh well.

Ethan said...

Seth: Ah! I shall have to add that soon...

Maggie: Gasp! In fact, major gasp! I must add your account soon as I forgot to put it in... *slaps head*

*Rubs smarting ego*

Rachel: Sigh. I'd kind of like to go to NC, but we'll see. :)

Heidi said...

I'm going to NC, in case anyone hasn't checked my blog and cares. Ethan, e-mail me if you want me to see if you can go with our group. It would be a distinct possibility. Aaron probably is. I talked to one of the youth leaders about it.

Yes, I think I have to go poke Rae again. :D

Ethan said...

I think I heard that you might be going to NC. I definitely may in fact be interested. I think we're signed up for Minnesota right now but that shouldn't be too hard to change, at this point.

Bob son of Bob said...

Bob, Seth (G): Gay Mario Theme

Seth said...

What about the Man Hug? I mean, c'mon. That was pure genius.

I can think of a few, I think...

*outside church at night*

Seth J.: Dude, look I can totally dance disco.

*Seth dances disco*

Paul: You sure you're not gay?

Seth J.: Erm... Pretty sure...

*later on sunday*

*People remarking on getting shot*

Seth J.: Ack! My blood sack!

Ethan: Shoot my spleen! I don't need it!


*while watching MHers saberfight outside*

Seth: Haha! Look at J. (Zion's unnamed resident ex-marine), Manuel! He about took that one "dude in the camo spandex's" eye out with that lightsaber...

Manuel: Just like J... *groans* I think he did that to my sister... That's why she was tricked into getting ingaged with him....

Seth: *laughs*

Jon: *watches MHers saberfight* *shakes head* Rev. Zwonitzer said that when he was younger he wasn't in youth group because only nerds were in youth group... Things haven't changed much, have they?

Seth: Oh man... "camo spandex-dude" didn't lose his eye... Well, it wouldn't have mattered. He wasn't a MHer.

*sat. night*

Matt: Dance the Teken dance!

*growls and kicks*

Seth: Remember the Emily Rose dance?

Matt: Oh yeah...

*jerks around and screams*

That's all I can think of right now...

Ethan said...

hehe.

I think I missed most of those...

Who was the dude in the spandex camo?

I would resent that nerd remark, if it wasn't so true. <_<

>_>

heh.

Heidi said...

[quote]I think I heard that you might be going to NC. I definitely may in fact be interested. I think we're signed up for Minnesota right now but that shouldn't be too hard to change, at this point.
[/quote]

Are you going with your family or a group? Anyways, yeah, e-mail me. It would be really fun if you came with us. Hmm, maybe I should inform Aaron that I talked to the youth leader... hehe. Oops.

Vidd said...

At one point during the semiformal dinner, during which most of us were speaking in British accents for most of the time, Ethan (the lord of the manor) was accosted by one of the Gleasens, to which he began to formulate a comeback, but I (his assistant) interrupted with a logical argument. Immediately the lord of the manor turned to me.

Him: Excuse me, but *I* am the lord of the manor!

I: Yes-

Him: Look, I don't care if you've had more training than me, or that you're better schooled than me,

I: Yes, but-

Him: ...or if you've had formal training in logic, or any of that rot.

I, feeling quite attacked: Right, but-

Him: I am the lord of the manor, and you are my assistant. I am the one to respond to such remarks, not you!

I, realizing defeat: Yes my lord, I was completely out of line. Shall I cut off one of my fingers then?

Him: Yes, well, you'd better.

---

When Margaret originally divided up several Mary Jane candies and gave one to myself, Paul, Ethan and Zeke (these are heavily paraphrased):

Me: Hmm...
Paul: Hmm...
Zeke: Hmm...
Ethan: I think this is what suffering tastes like.
(a bit later)
Ethan: At least we only took little bites.
Me: Yeah.
Margaret: Yeah.
Paul: Zeke ate the whole thing.
Me: That... that was pretty dumb.
(nobody disagrees)

Paul said...

I was the one that ate the whole thing, I told Zeke not to. He only ate a corner and put the rest on my lap. Which was icky because it was sticky.

However, I don't object to it staying that way. It makes me look more infaliable, and Zeke... well... not so much. ;-)

Ethan said...

Heidi: I am potentially going with a group, dunno yet. I shall e-mail you. :D

Vidd: Ack! Two of my favorite exchanges! :-D Hope I didn't, y'know, put too much of a sword through you ego. ;-)

Paul: Shhhh, it was Zeke. For as Zeke it is written, and as Zeke it shall remain. :-D

Bob son of Bob said...

Ethan: you're stupid and you smell bad

Paul: you're stupid and you smell bad

the rest of you people: FIND SOMETHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOU TIME (you know you could be curing cancer with all the time you spend on here)

PS Zeke remains

Ethan said...

That 'find something to do with your time thing' is pretty rich, coming from an Imbecile like Bob. :P

Bob son of Bob said...

very true

Heidi said...

Hi! I decided you don't have enough comments, so I'm commenting again. That's probably also known as Spam. ;)

Ethan said...

Oh, now this is just sad. :-P We have commments about comments. And, oh look! I'm making it worse!

Btw, It's not spam unless it makes me mad. :-D

Bob son of Bob said...

so therefore everything Bob says is spam

spam spam spam spam...