From: Reverend DJ Epoch <niunyabiz@noway.com>
Date: Tue, Sep 23, 2003
<In best Jed Clampett voice...>
WELLLLLLLLLLLLL DOGIES!
THAT was a riot, especially being my first full-bore
out-of-Atlanta
devival experience! IN SPITE of the video fuckulations
I had a BLAST at
Indy. Meeting the bunch of you nutbags that showed was
without a doubt
the MOST SLACKFUL EVENT I've been to in a LONG time!
Met up with Chrislee at the hotel before he rushed off
to set up the swag
table. The trip from the hotel to the club was definitly
a *trip*.. if
you haven't travelled with a van loaded full of Two
Beans, KatSuit,
Prostata, Joy, MadSex, Schabe, BanjoBob, Doc Pissoff
and Leonard the
Committed... well, my senses are still trying to regain
their center and
assimilate all that they absorbed. It will likely be
around October
before my ability to whiffread returns.
Stang warmed up good on the first rant and on the second
go-around was
THIS CLOSE
--> <--
to bouncing off the rafters as he got rolling. (Well,
as close to
bouncing as one can get having survived all the events
he's been a part
of!) Oral sex in a barrel... who'd a thunk?! And Dr.
Howell definitly
displayed oratorship that deserves the rank of Yeti
Master.
Pope Phred - MC and fluffer...err.... cheerleader setting
the tone for
the night (gee, seemed like he's done this once or twice).
And my jaw hit
the floor <sorry Radio Radio... I'll pay for the
damages this week> when
I finally met face to face (bod, bodice, tattoos, etc)
with Sister
Decadence in person... Luckily my yeti training reminded
me to BREATH
before I did that ghodsawful smurf impression. I believe
I was actually
able to string several words together into a coherent
sentance, although
what I SAID I can't remember to save my ass... at least
whatever it was
wasn't a slappable offence. And what IDRMRSR said in
his description of
her was STILL not fully descriptive of the pheremone-wafting
powers of
this legendary uberfemm!
Nikki Deathchick was another trip. She was NOT happy
with her nun's
outfit...made her good and ready to deliver the ritul
spankings which she
seemed to enjoy WAY TOO MUCH. ...and as we all know
TOO MUCH is always
better than not enough!
Then there was Rev. Rash and Rev. Grrinder, the Rev
and Mrs. Amphibious
Asssault.. there's several others whom I *will* remember
in the next
couple of days...
Thanks to you ALL for making the trip from Atlanta one
of the MOST
SLACKFUL I have *ever* experienced! A bit of sinus inflammation
on Sunday
just before getting on my flight was about the only
downside of the whole
experience. Getting a healing hug from Joy as she and
Pros were heading
out seemed to help. The luck plane tilted JUST right
to get me through
airport security without the obligatory strip search
and cavity
inspection. The plane left ON TIME and got to Atlanta
without losing any
major parts... and I arrived home with ALL MY LUGGAGE
including the swag
and videotape evidence.
Slack to all... I need to recover.
Epoch the Awed
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iDRMRSR <idrmrsr@subgenius.com> wrote:
> Just finally got back to the old East Side Condo
of Solitude after a
> LOVELY weekend away from Cleveland to attend the
2003 IndyVival. What
a
> splendid time, my nipples sang happy tunes all
the way home.
>
> I left Friday and blew a sacrificial day off werke
just to get into the
> religious aspect of it all, my small attempt to
quit my job and slack
> off for Bob, even if it was only for one day.
As penance, I stayed
over
> night in enchanting Dayton, Ohio, in a Ramada Inn
that was basically
> still standing since its birth in 1967 (or at least
parts of it).
>
> This left me several hours to drive the remaining
hundred miles to
> Indy. There isn't much a man can do for several
hours between Dayton
> and Indy, let me tell you. However, as I have
an incurable BullDada
> addiction, I spent the day stopping at every antique
shop between the
> two cities along US 40, a totally forgotten blue
highway.
>
> I did pay homage to Tom Raper Recreational Vehicles
on the way. This
> place sells so many freaking trailers that its
name is legion clear up
> in Cleveland. I did tell Tom to pass on my regards
to Mother Raper and
> Father Raper.
>
> I passed up one piece of BullDada, a children's
book entitled Miss
> Pussy. It was $20, a bit too much for an obvious
joke like that. Sort
> of kicking myself, though, that I didn't part with
the change. But
> there was the swag to be bought!
>
> I stayed at the Residence Inn along Indy's famous
(?) canal, which runs
> through downtown, and serves as a prop for all
the yuppies to gather
> round as they relax after coming home from their
demanding government
> jobs at the Kapital. Forgetting the Pinkness of
it all, though, it was
> quite a lovely place, and breakfast was included
in the room price,
> along with a high speed (free!) internet connection.
>
> Dinner was at Tarkington's, next door to St. Elmo's
Steak House. This
> year, I decided that $40 for a ten dollar hunk
of meat and fifty cent
> potato wasn't worth it in these tough times. For
the same money,
> Tarkington serves you a canonical five course prix
fixe dinner! Pear
> and Leek tart, sole stuffed with shrimp, salad,
three imported cheeses,
> and a raspberry tort with creme fraiche for dessert.
At least that
> requires a lot more effort than just mashing some
potatoes and burning
a
> steak, I reasoned.
>
> Got to Radio Radio at about 7:45, after adjusting
my time control
> bracelet for the hour's difference between Ohio
time. We were all
> forced to wait outside because of some Amish Law
in Indy that you can't
> start drinking until the band is all set up or
something. Chatted with
> Rev. Alex, who as it turns out, was TOO YOUNG to
get in. My they have
> straight laces down there.
>
> I didn't realize that Rev. Alex was "underage".
I praise him for
> finding Bob so early in life. Usually, one has
to grow to a ripe
middle
> age after getting ass-raped by Life before you
find this Cherch. I can
> only imagine the tribulations in his short life
which led him to the
New
> World Order so young!
>
> SisD arrived in a breathtaking (mine, not necessarily
HERS) black vinyl
> bustier corsety kind of thing. She IS the Dark
Queen! When German
> Scientists first cobbled together the various aniline
and coal tar
> derivatives and sewed them up into a garment (besides
a gas mask, or
> perhaps including one), I believe they must have
had her in mind. As
> they slaved in their laboratories, I'm sure they
did it just knowing
> SisD would one day be born to breathe life into
their new material!
>
> SisD is beyond a doubt a wonder of the world.
Resplendent with
> Rubenesque zauftig pulchritude that overflows its
container spewing
> visual nectar for us hummingbirds, as it were.
And she's a really nice
> lady, too.
>
> Pope Phred got the show off to a sputtering start
with the video
> projector whose behavior echoed the recent Blackout
many of us in the
> east suffered recently. Nevertheless, Rev. Stang's
fiery rant
recharged
> everyone's glands. Then Dr. Howl spake on and
quoted Bill Blake at
> length. Love that Fez!
>
> The music for the evening, though, was apparently
not up with the whole
> SubGenius thing. I heard that the drummer got
so freaked out by us
all,
> he walked out, leaving the other band members to
improvise something in
> his absence. I believe that is, though, a left-handed
compliment to us
> all.
>
> Nikkie Deathchick purged demons from the buttocks
of numerous sinners
in
> a ritual spanking. I was tempted to proffer my
own world class
> buttocks, however, the venue wanted us out by 1
AM, and on a square
> footage basis, there would not have been enough
time for her to purge
> the first demon from my puffy and grand ass in
the time allotted. Even
> with both hands in operation.
>
> Stang ranted once again and came out with some
of the funniest damned
> lines, especially the part about learning to give
the best oral sex
> while inside a barrel...to survive the victory
of the Jackbooted
> Republicans who will one day dominate the world
as they attempt to
> cleanse it of terrorists. Then Dr. Howl and Stang
answered questions,
> Karnac stylem from the audience. Stallio played
on to close out the
> evening.
>
> I pooped out just after 1 AM. I drove through
Indy's confusing warren
> of one way streets that always seem to go the wrong
way, and luckily
> found my hotel. Navigation in Indy, I find to
be quite challenging
> because everywhere you need to be turns out to
be at the origin of four
> one way roads going the opposite way. Not only
that, but the same road
> changes names every other block.
>
> If you were unlucky like me and printed a map from
the internet, you
> would be screwed because they don't show the directions
and/or all the
> name changes. Next time, I will bring along that
machine they used in
> The Core to tunnel through the earth. No parking
problems then,
either.
>
> Greetz to Doc Frop, DJ Epoch, 2Beans, Rev. Pickles,
Rev. Alex,
> Christopher Lee, Pope Phred, SisD, Nikki, and many
other SubG's whose
> names unfortunately seem to have been erased by
the Absolut Mandarin I
> was sucking down waiting for the show to set up.
Funny how such a
short
> molecule can give you so much Slack and yet fuzz
out the important
> details.
>
> A rip roaring success. Can't wait until Indyvival
2004!