From: Reverend AmphibiousAssault <email@example.com>
Date: Mon, Jul 9, 2001 8:22 PM
Arrived at Brushwood ca. 1:30PM. Set up the first of
two tents in
alt.slack village (big mistake, to be described elsewhere) and unloaded
the car for the first of four times (again, big mistake, as we learned on
Sunday.) Drove into Erie....stocked up on non-food supplies, and picked
up Rev. Enki at the Erie airport. Returned to Brushwood, unloaded the
car for the second time, and set up second tent. For those who may not
have seen it... the second tent was a 60's-era monstrosity borrowed from
Clio's father. After much discussion by one certified genius, one real,
live rocket scientist, and one girl, we finally figured out how that
bastard fit together. Initially, we felt the thing would collapse the
first time it was hit by a strong wind, but, it turned out to be
surprisingly stable and comfortable. Settled in for a comfortable and
slack-filled evening around the campfire (first our own, then the one
behind the Quijibo dojo. Highlights of the day: Successful set-up of
camp, and conversations (in no particular order) with Dr Dista, Pope
Phred, Saint Andreux, Sikki, Banjo Bob, Chris Lee, Devolver, Dr and Mrs
Pissoff, Sis D, and Doc Frop. Also notable: My first "official"
introduction to Armand and Barbie Gedden. (Ruining a streak of years in
which I managed to avoid such) Apologies to those who may have been
forgotten. (X-Day does that to me.) And for those who disputed it:
Obviously, it WAS lightning that I was seeing, NOT fireworks, as a HUGE
storm blew in late that night. The woods kept us relatively sheltered,
and we didn't get as soaked as those camped near the Pixie Path... this
was the one good thing about setting up in the woods.
Clio, Enki, Devolver, and myself drive into Erie to stock up on food for
the weekend. Sam's Club is great for feeding a family of 10, but not for
supplying a campsite. As of this writing (Monday evening), we STILL have
hot dogs and pre-cooked hamburgers waiting to be consumed. Doc Lumpen
and "Sara" arrive in the afternoon, after the third unloading of the car.
They set up their camp near ours, and shared food and fire for the
remainder of the weekend. The rest of Thursday is a blur, other than it
being REALLY FUCKING COLD that night.
The final trip into Erie for yet more supplies. Traffic on I-90 was stop
and go, and turned this trip into a three-hour tour. Arrived back at
Brushwood, after what seemed like 15 years on the island, cooked dinner,
missed Stang's bachelor party and the shordurmar. Met Temujin and Marc,
and began a lengthy night at the main pavilion. Added Joy D'Veeve's
gloves to my collection of women's clothes purchased at the Bulldada
Auction. Drank too much, spent most of ESO's set running back and forth
to the Four-Flusher. Finally retired to conversation around the
campfire. Began to notice that the woods were filling up with pagans,
and began realizing how far away the Four-Flusher was. (No outhouse near
the woods, this year.) While trying to get to sleep, overheard to-be-
unnamed in-laws of the Lord consummating the shordurmar (Evidence which
contradicts Marc's observation, elsewhere on alt.slack, that no one was
getting laid. I think most folks were just being quiet about it.)
I spent most of Saturday behind my camera, hoping to justify the purchase
of an additional memory card (Part of the first trip back to Erie).
Never did quite accomplish that, though I did take several dozen
pictures, the best of which will be posted to a.b.s in the coming days.
Developed some more dislike of pagans as one of them was shitty to us for
camping near what appeared to be an abandoned tent. We had actually
moved the tent (Which was hanging from some branches, upon our arrival)
so it would drain of water and be far enough away from our fire, but
you would think we had torn it to shreds, the way she acted. <sigh>
There always has to be one annoying Pink to irritate me, doesn't there?
Of course, the big highlight of the day: The calendar signing!!!! If
you missed it, you SUCK as a yeti. The ladies were all beautiful and
radiant, and Sis D looked even MORE marvelous than usual. The calendars
look great, and all those involved deserve many thanks. Listened to some
fine sounds, courtesy of Hellpope Huey (and met Huey for the first time,
something I have long looked forward to.) Purchased the LAST copy of
Saint'N and Hellena's new CD. (Thanks again, Saint... I appreciate it!)
Heard some fine music from Philo and Number Six, and, of course, the
great songs of Saint'N and Hellena, with dancing by several lovely yeti-
femmes, and a rant by Armand. A fine, fine evening which resulted in
Sunday: (or, Why So Many Trips to Erie was a Bad Idea)
The last day at Brushwood always sucks. First of all, one never manages
to say good-bye to everyone one wanted to. But the biggest pain-in-the-
ass is packing the car, especially when it was full upon arrival and even
more STUFF has been accumulated over the course of the weekend. It took
almost 4 hours, but the car was finally filled to overflowing, and the
trip home began. Everything was damp, thanks to the rain that fell off
and on throughout the morning. We're still drying out gear, here at the
CIR compound. Special thanks to Patrick Volkerding for the copy of his
XXX-Day CD set. It provided several hours of enjoyment on the long trip
home. Stopped in Greenfield, IN, the home of Quijibo, for food and gas,
but a power outage had caused the loss of ALL BEEF PRODUCTS at the local
Arby's. Settled for Steak and Shake in Indy, a short time later. Nice
light show, courtesy of Mother Nature, from Ohio all the way back to
All in all, a very slack-filled and relaxing weekend.
I rather enjoyed
the lack of planned events, and Clio loved her first X-Day experience.
Again, a big thank you to everyone who made it so enjoyable, and
apologies to those who we either forgot to mention here, or failed to
spend time with during the weekend.
Church of the Inevitable Revolution
"History Ends Right Now!"
Subject: Re: Amph & Clio's 4XD Report
From: Christopher Lee <firstname.lastname@example.org>
Reverend AmphibiousAssault wrote:
> home. Stopped in Greenfield, IN, the home of Quijibo,
for food and gas,
> but a power outage had caused the loss of ALL BEEF PRODUCTS at the local
> Arby's. Settled for Steak and Shake in Indy, a short time later. Nice
> light show, courtesy of Mother Nature, from Ohio all the way back to
> Central Illinois.
Yeah, a big ol' storm (or some entities' wrath) blew
through here, knocking
down all sorts of power lines, tearing up trees, pouring on the poor ol' 4-H
Fair. The storm even managed to open up one of my boly holes and drench the
innards of one of the beer stashes/fraternal lodges I have here.
Heck, I hadn't been home 20 minutes when my van's sliding
door FELL OFF. It
just doesn't pay to come home.
Rev. Christopher Lee, Clan Quijibo
Church of Homer Simpson, Boddhisattva
To obtain Quijibo for use in the home,
send $$$ to:
18 W. Main, Suite X
Greenfield, IN 46140
Subject: Re: Amph & Clio's 4XD Report
From: email@example.com (Two Beans)
Reverend AmphibiousAssault <firstname.lastname@example.org>
wrote in message news:<MPG.email@example.com>...
> While trying to get to sleep, overheard to-be-
> unnamed in-laws of the Lord consummating the shordurmar (Evidence which
> contradicts Marc's observation, elsewhere on alt.slack, that no one was
> getting laid. I think most folks were just being quiet about it.)
Gotta get a tent with thicker walls by next year.
"There, the spark leaps to life. The Golden Age
quivers on the brink
of creation. Live, my machine! Live my savior! You have my breath...
You have my dream, my dream."
-The Residents, "Failure / Reconstruction" from the album Mark of the
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