From: "Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <this@tahat.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Aug 21, 2007 6:29 PM
Message-ID: <46cb6743$0$23587$4c368faf@roadrunner.com>
What I Did For My Summer X Day 10 Vacation.
By Rev. Teeters Le Verge, age 10.
X Day X Day X Day, something I have avoided for years,
12 by now I guess.
Avoided most things Sub Genius too for the last 20 something,
except what
"Bob" would cram down my throat with his devilish
grin. Sometimes it was HIS
slack, sometimes HIS thoughts, sometimes MY "Pils"
or Frop(s) (that I bought
from Him), sometimes even my own slack that I had misplaced.
But always "He"
would shove the Sacred Scriptures of Rev. Ivan Stang,
etal. down so deep
that I knew that I must attend this year's event (a
deformed little birdie
with a teeny weeny little pipe told me that this was
to be the real thing
this year, Wilhelm and I had the joy of a bird, maybe
THAT bird smashing
into my windscreen on the drive back form Brushwood).
So decisions were made
and Dr. Wilhelm Stalhelm and I took the plunge into
the unknown.
The fateful day (weds the 4th) started out with a comedy
of "errors". OK, I
admit it was more an expose of my own stupidity which
none-the-less in
retrospect seem a tad bit funny now. At approximately
3:30 am I had just ate
my only meal of the day which was comprised of a VERY
spicy hot foot long
Slim Jim after I had drank a third of a quart of Tequila
and finally went to
sleep. Normally that would be OK (i.e. Not a total disaster)
however with my
intentions of waking up at 5 AM it turned out to be
a very painful thing in
more ways than one. So I awoke at 6:15 and slammed an
energy drink, reveling
in the spiritual and physical agony. Made my way to
Dr. Wilhelm's house
which I had been to enough times before to NOT get lost
like I did that
morning (a little side note is that the following Monday
I drove back to
Wilhelm's in search of some Slack and got lost AGAIN
but this time I not
only saw a sign "BOBs BBQ" but at THE SAME
TIME the chorus of a song by A.C.
Marias came on the car stereo and it said "Give
me money, money, money,
money...."). OK, sounds good but we then realized
that my car may not be
able to fit all of our gear in it so we had to unload
the car and reload it
but of course the Rain Gods knew that (or it was just
a weather front) so it
immediately began to rain lightly enough to not stop
the loading but heavy
enough to dampen everything. We did get all the gear
loaded through SHEER
WILL POWER and the fact that if you take your time you
can shove many things
into a small space. And soon were on our way. Good mixed
with bad I suppose
was the rest of the drive. The batteries I needed to
buy were on special so
I saved a lot of cash but also we followed a map's directions
and ended up
taking a half an hour drive in a circle. It rained the
whole way, I think.
So we arrived and lo and behold whilst registering whom
did we see but Rev.
Stang, Princess Wei and Hal. At the cost of sounding
like a TOTAL DICKWEED
BROWN-NOSER, I have to say that it was very auspicious.
Look, how often to
get to meet a writer whom you have admired and read
for about half your
life? AND to have a chance to actually talk to them?
All the writers I
admire are dead or inaccessible. Also, I don't know
about you but the Sub
Genius "philosophy" is something that I have
always found to be relevant and
more realistic than the host of philosophies I read
over the years. So it is
not just entertainment but a actual point of reference.
Tuxedomoon summed it
up in one line from their song Jinx: "Where the
godmerging shamans to make
new sense out of this din." Stang and his cronies
seem to be some of those
new shamans, you know, the one's with the scary masks
that frighten everyone
else but bring a smile to the few who actually LISTEN
and THINK. So you get
the point, it is a good thing to meet good people.
Annyyyway, Wilhelm and I drove around to find a relatively
quiet spot to
camp and quickly found the joys of Crisco Paw Paddock
as we named our lovely
campsite. Why Crisco Paw Paddock, well because of the
proliferation of bears
that tormented us nightly, NOT the nuts, grub, berries
and human flesh
eating bears, no siree bob...but the much more frightening
sort...the
Paddington, the Snuggles sort, the Conspiracy Bears
who sleeze their smarmy
ways into our lives. Odd that NO ONE ELSE noticed them,
they may have been
transdimentional. Really, it is a bit too traumatic
to discuss right now.
The utterly fantastic thing about Crisco Paw Paddock
was that the sun beat
down from dawn to sunset so that one was forced to awake
by 8:00 AM even
though one may have went to sleep a mere 2 hours before.
So I never got more
than 4 hours of sleep a day for the whole time I was
there. Other than that
it was great, beautiful with fresh air and a wonderful
neighbor, Agent Lloyd
who help introduce us to our fellow subgenii. Couldn't
ask for a better
neighbor.
After the joys of setting up camp in a drizzle (Wilhelm's
tent went up fine,
mine on the other hand was a bit of a bitch, had to
use a SCREWDRIVER to get
it to work) we decided to play it fairly lamely and
instead of wandering
around we found it more expedient to cook up some fish,
drink vodka and just
chill for the night. It is very difficult to just go
wander around and try
to introduce yourself to others even if they are like
minded. I am sure that
most of us there have been literally and figuratively
attacked throughout
our lives by attempting to communicate with fellow humans
(guess they just
don't get Yeti humor or for that matter Yeti anything).
So sometimes it is
safer and more enjoyable to stick to one's self. Old
habits die hard. I must
admit though that it was a fine evening, dining in a
light rain, finally the
clouds moved off and the stars shone brightly and there
were some UNGODLY
screams and moans (not orgasm ones mind you) coming
from beyond the Paddock.
All good signs.
Having expected the world to end and life to get BETTER
(who would have
thought that the Pleasure Saucers were NOT on their
way?) Wilhelm and I got
up on the 5th to indulge in some Pre-Armageddon Scotch.
Fantastic way to
start the busy day ahead. We all know that the saucers
didn't come. At 7:01
we were all fairly disappointed. Oh well, that's pretty
much a feeling I am
used to now.
Things start getting a little hazy from here on out.
The lack of sleep, the
energy drinks, caffeine and booze all contribute to
a lack of coherent
memories. So forgive me if I get the time-line mixed
up, names wrong (I SUCK
AT THEM), mixup events etc. Well actually I don't care
too much if I am
forgiven or not for I have a distinct feeling that many
many of us probably
wondered what the hell went on soon after we shambled
back into the Pink
World. I know it took me a few days to feel "normal"
again. Suppose I should
say, beaten down and heartily disappointed with the
BS of the world, feeling
again.
Later we had the pleasure of hanging out with Rev. Pissed
Off, Barbara Alien
and Eggplant, at their camp site we also got to meet
(forgive me Mark, I
just can't remember your Church name) Mark, a DJ and
musician Which A LOT of
people missed out on by leaving before they heard his
musical stylings on
Sunday. Good Stuff My Friends. By now the hangover(s),
lack of sleep etc
caught up with me for though I know something happened
and then other things
happened (I do believe it was then that I met the beautiful
and
frighteningly wise Soozie De La Floozie, Skoozie as
I like to call her,) I
don't remember much of anything until late that night
when Wilhelm and I
went down to see Dr. Dark's INCREDIBLE drive-in show.
Kudos Dr. Dark! I
still have waking nightmares about that "Disco
motorcycle lame (as in the
fabric) musical extravaganza" called Apple(?) Satan's
Disco Delight(?) Or
something. However I missed much of it because I was
in a GREAT conversation
with his wife, the beautiful, intelligent and frightfully
Connie-esque
Empress Hell No. Both of them really made me feel at
home and welcomed. They
cracked my shell with the twin hammers of kindness and
booze. Thanks to You
Both! Somewhere along the rambling, fast paced and great
conversation with
Hell No, Wilhelm went back to the Paddock. I had to
drunkenly stumble back
to my tent fearing not only the Crazed Nudists but the
"bears" waiting
behind my tent. Suffice it to stay that even though
I was wicked bombed on
booze I couldn't fall asleep so I read a book on the
Penal System in early
colonial Australia, ate cold couscous and prayed for
sleep. When the sun
came up, I finally passed out only to wake up two hours
later sweating like
the time I was in a Turkish Prison.
So another day was upon us. Oh Sweet "Bob",
this I knew was going to be red
letter day and it turned out to be one too. I met a
whole shit load of
really WONDERFUL SUBGENII that day. Really, all were
incredibly wonderful
folks and I am so glad that I got to meet all of you.
It is so nice to be
amongst your own ilk. The Hour of Slack was fantastic
(I tried to make it to
them all and I really wish that more people did too).
I think after that was
the Beer Tasting, Thanks Quigibo people. Ummm..... look,
I got and stayed
pretty well "out of it" for the rest of the
day so things are hazy though I
do remember seeing some bands and having a REALLY GOOD
chat with the
wonderful Rev. Jimbo I for one am thankful HE is doing
a job that I don't
want to do and BRAVE enough to go back to a VERY FRIGHTENING
situation, I
doubt I could do it. THANKS Jimbo.
Lets see here, Oh Yes, I met Rev. Fuck Off(?) (a.k.a.
Lisa. a.k.a Rev. Crazy
Drunken Girl) and her husband Rev. Angry Larry. They
are such very nice
Yetis. Lisa not only is very nice but is also adept
at almost putting one's
eye out with a glo-stick, I mean that in a good way.
If I lost an eye, I
might be a bit perturbed but 3 eyed I still am so it
was fun and exciting.
Not only that but they also made sure to take time to
talk to us strangers.
THAT is always appreciated. By the way, the Amino Acids
ROCK like they have
sacks full of human heads. GREAT SHOW.
More random memories and comments. I just want to reiterate
that everyone I
met was friendly and fun, even the humans that attended,
especially that
pagan nudist who joined in the self flagellation at
the Tap House camp. Boy,
let me tell you it is always a GREAT thing to have a
human only wear a T
shirt, be bombed out of their gourd and sit around and
PLAY with their very
small penis while slurring their inane words. It is
not like that is
something I get to enjoy everyday (usually). Hell, I
was beginning to think
that there was a Burnt Offering who had been guided
by the Gods directly to
that spot at that particular time, Alas, he got up and
went away. I still
wonder if the Tap House Folks every burned the chair
he sat on. However that
would have made a less than toothsome offering. And
talking about pagans, on
the night of the "bon fire" there was this
fairly hot paganess hanging out
next to Wilhelm and I. Just to show how absolutely Pink
things can be even
around the burning of sacred icons, she kept getting
hit on by these
dudes....it was a "joy" to listen to the human
mating song:
"Taxes, I don't mind paying those ones but........"
"I just bought a new pick up truck...hmmmm."
"I have to pee" (which isn't so bad but joined
with the next part it is
horrendous.
"I have some Miller Lite in my cooler, lets go"
Ahhhh.....just what I needed to hear at 2 AM AFTER a
certain band started
WAY too late and the icons got burned before certain
folks could get there.
No matter. I am just being whiny.
Oh yes indeed, the Tap House party on Friday night was
much fun. I have but
foggy memories of it. The nakid penis fondling pagan
being the most
frightening. Hey, it is a great story to tell. Thanks
to all of you there.
It was a very fun night. AND I got my new church name
Teeters Le verge (gee
I wonder why they chose that...hmmmm) which was promptly
gussied up by the
Wonderful Magdalen to a more classy style. Thank You.
The Rev. Bucky was on
a very good, sharp as a tack, roll that night. There
was much yuk yukking
and fusing of aluminum cans. I personally didn't get
to fuse any cans but I
did I suppose, get a bit of ranting in. I do believe
that is where my name
came from, but I could be wrong. Anyway, it was great
fun and even though I
am horrid with names , you all were great. Did you ever
get around to laying
the false flour trail? By the way I do believe a certain
chair was broken in
a most humorous way. Too bad I was LOOKING THE OTHER
WAY at the time.
Goddamnit. Or maybe it just registered as a normal thing
to happen in that
situation. I remember stumbling back to the Paddock
at about 6AM singing
"Teddy Bear's Picnic", sorry if I woke any
of you up.
A couple hours of sleep in the Sauna Tent up in the
Paddock (about a gallon
of water, 20 cigarettes and some Alka Seltzer too) and
I was ready to go.
Saturday turned out to be a fine day. I was actually
surprised that I was
able to function as well as I did. Missed the Bobtism
though. It was OK
"Bob" had already bobtized me numerous times,
numerous UNPLEASANT times
since I was but a young Yeti. Wilhelm and I were able
to make it down to the
hour of slack to get some good chuckles in (and miraculously
supply Hal with
a cold beer). This so pleasantly led up to the WEDDING
. Now that was FUN.
Two genuinely happy Yetis there. All weddings should
be like that or at
least like German Fetish Porn. Honestly, one highlight
after was Pastor
Naked Karate Guy's AWESOME RANT. It was incredible,
it kept going and going
almost without breathing. Kudos Pastor!
Later on (much later on) the bands went on, as I had
mentioned before, The
Aminos rocked and I got to hear Cowboy Dave and Wei's
musical stylings too.
I enjoyed all the music. Alas though because of some
schedule mix ups the
Burnings got off to a rocky start. None-the-less, it
is always good to see
fire consume WITHOUT too many pagan drummings that so
piss me off. Nothing
against drum circles...OK, I admit I FUCKING HATE drum
circles. Being that
the night before was a bit rough, Wilhelm and I drove
back to the Paddock.
Where again I found I could not sleep (it couldn't have
anything to do with
the massive amounts of caffeine I drank that day). More
Australian Penal
System reading for me.
Sunday, a sad day. Well, it was a good day but sad in
that it was time to
leave. Wilhelm and I vacillated on whether to stay or
leave but intuition
and the knowledge that leaving Monday would be TOO DEPRESSING
made the
choice easier. I was quite happy though that I got to
talk to various people
before leaving. EVERYBODY seemed sort of down though.
I guess it is obvious
that no matter what the circumstances it is difficult
to leave like minded
DECENT people to go back to the Con run SLAVE LABOR
CAMPS that we call our
"everyday" lives. My morning Alka Seltzer
tasted that much more bitter I
tell you. But it was good to see another hour of Slack
and pack up right as
it started to sprinkle AND get to enjoy Rev. Crazy Alcoholic
Eyes Girl's
(What is your name again?) And her Husband's (?), boyfriend
(?), Court
Appointed Overseer (?) Pancake Feast (with miraculous
Dobbshead batter).
After all the goodbyes, Wilhelm and I stopped up front
to sign out when a
massive migraine type headache took hold. BUT as I was
about to lose hope we
ran into Cowboy Dave, Wei and Pater who gave me some
Ibuprofen pills which
took away that headache ASAP. (I hope someone drank
the PINK colored wine.
You WILL see "special" gods if you drink that
stuff) Or maybe it was the
nice conversation we were able to have before the long
journey home began.
It rained the whole way home. But I have to say that
the knowledge that we
had a good time made the drive easier. It was dark by
the time we got back
but not ready to let the slack slip away, Wilhelm and
I sat down for a drink
or two and sifted through the events of the past few
days. The ride to my
house was extra lonely. When I got back everything felt
sterile (and
probably was Thank God). The last vestige of X Day was
massive amounts of
heat lightning in the Eastern Sky. It looked to me like
the Saucers were a
little bit too late. That night I thought I may have
another "Bob" dream but
all he gave me were my typical nightmares. Thanks "Bob".
The End
Rev. Teeters Le Verge
My Thank You List
Rev. Stang and Princess Wei
for SLACK of the Highest Degree, great conversation
and general all around
Yeti Friendliness, Kindness and Gut splitting Laughs
Dr. Dark and Empress Hell No
Youse guys are THE BEST. The wine gave me many nice hangovers.
Pater
great conversation and headache destroying pills
Rev Jimbo
just for being a good and fun and funny and brave guy
Rev. Bleepo for great advice on career opportunities and conversation
Rev Lisa Fuck Off(?) And Rev Angry Larry
Lisa for the Camaraderie, conversation, Slack and for NOT poking out my eye
Larry for all the same plus some GREAT MUSIC
Zack and I am sorry what was you Girlfriends name?
Conversation, slack and laughs and helping clean up cig butts.
Skoozie (a.k.a. Soozie De La Floozie)
Well, think about it, SHE IS THE BEST (also the "Bob" stuff and CD)
Rev. Magdalen
For gussying up my name and just being you
Everything WILL work out.
Rev. Crazy Alcoholic Eyes Girl and Her Court Appointed Overseer
Slack slack and slack and pancakes
The Tap House Gangstas
SLACK, booze, laughs, Frop and the nakid drunk? Pagan
penis fondler
experience
and my Church name
Quigibo Folks
BEER FOOD SLACK
Agent Lloyd
Good Neighbor Lloyd and early morning slack
Rev Piss Off, Barbara Alien, Eggplant
The Slack and MEGAPHONE FUN
Mark
Conversation Slack and GREAT TUNES
Modemac
All the hard work and Slack
Hal
The laughs and slackful answers to ALL our burning questions
Last but Not Least
Wilhelm Stalhelm
For putting up with my whining, The Slack, getting my
damn tent fixed,
Protection from Bears and lots o'good conversation
I KNOW that I am missing more of you good Subgenii,
no offence, I just can't
remember as much as I'd like to and I am sorry if I
screwed up names, etc.
ALL of you helped me have a Fantastic Slack Filled AntiTime.
THANKS
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: Doktor Dark <drdark@37.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Aug 21, 2007 6:38 PM
Message-ID: <1187735884.248953.214030@z24g2000prh.googlegroups.com>
You're welcome. Drop by again sometime. Her Highness
Hellno sends her
regards & thanx you for promoting Her to Empress.
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: "Rev. Richard Skull" <mshotz@verizon.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Aug 21, 2007 7:40 PM
Message-ID: <1187739614.633667.196590@q4g2000prc.googlegroups.com>
On Aug 21, 6:29 pm, "Rev. Teeters LeVerge"
<t...@tahat.com> wrote:
> What I Did For My Summer X Day 10 Vacation.
>
> By Rev. Teeters Le Verge, age 10.
>
> X Day X Day X Day, something I have avoided for
years, 12 by now I guess.
> Avoided most things Sub Genius too for the last
20 something, except what
> "Bob" would cram down my throat with
his devilish grin. Sometimes it was HIS
> slack, sometimes HIS thoughts, sometimes MY "Pils"
or Frop(s) (that I bought
> from Him), sometimes even my own slack that I had
misplaced. But always "He"
> would shove the Sacred Scriptures of Rev. Ivan
Stang, etal. down so deep
> that I knew that I must attend this year's event
(a deformed little birdie
> with a teeny weeny little pipe told me that this
was to be the real thing
> this year, Wilhelm and I had the joy of a bird,
maybe THAT bird smashing
> into my windscreen on the drive back form Brushwood).
So decisions were made
> and Dr. Wilhelm Stalhelm and I took the plunge
into the unknown.
>
> The fateful day (weds the 4th) started out with
a comedy of "errors". OK, I
> admit it was more an expose of my own stupidity
which none-the-less in
> retrospect seem a tad bit funny now. At approximately
3:30 am I had just ate
> my only meal of the day which was comprised of
a VERY spicy hot foot long
> Slim Jim after I had drank a third of a quart of
Tequila and finally went to
> sleep. Normally that would be OK (i.e. Not a total
disaster) however with my
> intentions of waking up at 5 AM it turned out to
be a very painful thing in
> more ways than one. So I awoke at 6:15 and slammed
an energy drink, reveling
> in the spiritual and physical agony. Made my way
to Dr. Wilhelm's house
> which I had been to enough times before to NOT
get lost like I did that
> morning (a little side note is that the following
Monday I drove back to
> Wilhelm's in search of some Slack and got lost
AGAIN but this time I not
> only saw a sign "BOBs BBQ" but at THE
SAME TIME the chorus of a song by A.C.
> Marias came on the car stereo and it said "Give
me money, money, money,
> money...."). OK, sounds good but we then realized
that my car may not be
> able to fit all of our gear in it so we had to
unload the car and reload it
> but of course the Rain Gods knew that (or it was
just a weather front) so it
> immediately began to rain lightly enough to not
stop the loading but heavy
> enough to dampen everything. We did get all the
gear loaded through SHEER
> WILL POWER and the fact that if you take your time
you can shove many things
> into a small space. And soon were on our way. Good
mixed with bad I suppose
> was the rest of the drive. The batteries I needed
to buy were on special so
> I saved a lot of cash but also we followed a map's
directions and ended up
> taking a half an hour drive in a circle. It rained
the whole way, I think.
>
> So we arrived and lo and behold whilst registering
whom did we see but Rev.
> Stang, Princess Wei and Hal. At the cost of sounding
like a TOTAL DICKWEED
> BROWN-NOSER, I have to say that it was very auspicious.
Look, how often to
> get to meet a writer whom you have admired and
read for about half your
> life? AND to have a chance to actually talk to
them? All the writers I
> admire are dead or inaccessible. Also, I don't
know about you but the Sub
> Genius "philosophy" is something that
I have always found to be relevant and
> more realistic than the host of philosophies I
read over the years. So it is
> not just entertainment but a actual point of reference.
Tuxedomoon summed it
> up in one line from their song Jinx: "Where
the godmerging shamans to make
> new sense out of this din." Stang and his
cronies seem to be some of those
> new shamans, you know, the one's with the scary
masks that frighten everyone
> else but bring a smile to the few who actually
LISTEN and THINK. So you get
> the point, it is a good thing to meet good people.
>
> Annyyyway, Wilhelm and I drove around to find a
relatively quiet spot to
> camp and quickly found the joys of Crisco Paw Paddock
as we named our lovely
> campsite. Why Crisco Paw Paddock, well because
of the proliferation of bears
> that tormented us nightly, NOT the nuts, grub,
berries and human flesh
> eating bears, no siree bob...but the much more
frightening sort...the
> Paddington, the Snuggles sort, the Conspiracy Bears
who sleeze their smarmy
> ways into our lives. Odd that NO ONE ELSE noticed
them, they may have been
> transdimentional. Really, it is a bit too traumatic
to discuss right now.
> The utterly fantastic thing about Crisco Paw Paddock
was that the sun beat
> down from dawn to sunset so that one was forced
to awake by 8:00 AM even
> though one may have went to sleep a mere 2 hours
before. So I never got more
> than 4 hours of sleep a day for the whole time
I was there. Other than that
> it was great, beautiful with fresh air and a wonderful
neighbor, Agent Lloyd
> who help introduce us to our fellow subgenii. Couldn't
ask for a better
> neighbor.
>
> After the joys of setting up camp in a drizzle
(Wilhelm's tent went up fine,
> mine on the other hand was a bit of a bitch, had
to use a SCREWDRIVER to get
> it to work) we decided to play it fairly lamely
and instead of wandering
> around we found it more expedient to cook up some
fish, drink vodka and just
> chill for the night. It is very difficult to just
go wander around and try
> to introduce yourself to others even if they are
like minded. I am sure that
> most of us there have been literally and figuratively
attacked throughout
> our lives by attempting to communicate with fellow
humans (guess they just
> don't get Yeti humor or for that matter Yeti anything).
So sometimes it is
> safer and more enjoyable to stick to one's self.
Old habits die hard. I must
> admit though that it was a fine evening, dining
in a light rain, finally the
> clouds moved off and the stars shone brightly and
there were some UNGODLY
> screams and moans (not orgasm ones mind you) coming
from beyond the Paddock.
> All good signs.
>
> Having expected the world to end and life to get
BETTER (who would have
> thought that the Pleasure Saucers were NOT on their
way?) Wilhelm and I got
> up on the 5th to indulge in some Pre-Armageddon
Scotch. Fantastic way to
> start the busy day ahead. We all know that the
saucers didn't come. At 7:01
> we were all fairly disappointed. Oh well, that's
pretty much a feeling I am
> used to now.
>
> Things start getting a little hazy from here on
out. The lack of sleep, the
> energy drinks, caffeine and booze all contribute
to a lack of coherent
> memories. So forgive me if I get the time-line
mixed up, names wrong (I SUCK
> AT THEM), mixup events etc. Well actually I don't
care too much if I am
> forgiven or not for I have a distinct feeling that
many many of us probably
> wondered what the hell went on soon after we shambled
back into the Pink
> World. I know it took me a few days to feel "normal"
again. Suppose I should
> say, beaten down and heartily disappointed with
the BS of the world, feeling
> again.
>
> Later we had the pleasure of hanging out with Rev.
Pissed Off, Barbara Alien
> and Eggplant, at their camp site we also got to
meet (forgive me Mark, I
> just can't remember your Church name) Mark, a DJ
and musician Which A LOT of
> people missed out on by leaving before they heard
his musical stylings on
> Sunday. Good Stuff My Friends. By now the hangover(s),
lack of sleep etc
> caught up with me for though I know something happened
and then other things
> happened (I do believe it was then that I met the
beautiful and
> frighteningly wise Soozie De La Floozie, Skoozie
as I like to call her,) I
> don't remember much of anything until late that
night when Wilhelm and I
> went down to see Dr. Dark's INCREDIBLE drive-in
show. Kudos Dr. Dark! I
> still have waking nightmares about that "Disco
motorcycle lame (as in the
> fabric) musical extravaganza" called Apple(?)
Satan's Disco Delight(?) Or
> something. However I missed much of it because
I was in a GREAT conversation
> with his wife, the beautiful, intelligent and frightfully
Connie-esque
> Empress Hell No. Both of them really made me feel
at home and welcomed. They
> cracked my shell with the twin hammers of kindness
and booze. Thanks to You
> Both! Somewhere along the rambling, fast paced
and great conversation with
> Hell No, Wilhelm went back to the Paddock. I had
to drunkenly stumble back
> to my tent fearing not only the Crazed Nudists
but the "bears" waiting
> behind my tent. Suffice it to stay that even though
I was wicked bombed on
> booze I couldn't fall asleep so I read a book on
the Penal System in early
> colonial Australia, ate cold couscous and prayed
for sleep. When the sun
> came up, I finally passed out only to wake up two
hours later sweating like
> the time I was in a Turkish Prison.
>
> So another day was upon us. Oh Sweet "Bob",
this I knew was going to be red
> letter day and it turned out to be one too. I met
a whole shit load of
> really WONDERFUL SUBGENII that day. Really, all
were incredibly wonderful
> folks and I am so glad that I got to meet all of
you. It is so nice to be
> amongst your own ilk. The Hour of Slack was fantastic
(I tried to make it to
> them all and I really wish that more people did
too). I think after that was
> the Beer Tasting, Thanks Quigibo people. Ummm.....
look, I got and stayed
> pretty well "out of it" for the rest
of the day so things are hazy though I
> do remember seeing some bands and having a REALLY
GOOD chat with the
> wonderful Rev. Jimbo I for one am thankful HE is
doing a job that I don't
> want to do and BRAVE enough to go back to a VERY
FRIGHTENING situation, I
> doubt I could do it. THANKS Jimbo.
>
> Lets see here, Oh Yes, I met Rev. Fuck Off(?) (a.k.a.
Lisa. a.k.a Rev. Crazy
> Drunken Girl) and her husband Rev. Angry Larry.
They are such very nice
> Yetis. Lisa not only is very nice but is also adept
at almost putting one's
> eye out with a glo-stick, I mean that in a good
way. If I lost an eye, I
> might be a bit perturbed but 3 eyed I still am
so it was fun and exciting.
> Not only that but they also made sure to take ...
>
> read more >>
He! He! He! He said penel System!
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: nenslo <nenslo@hahoo.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Aug 21, 2007 9:35 PM
Message-ID: <nenslo-946620.21355321082007@sn-radius.vsrv-sjc.supernews.net>
In article <46cb6743$0$23587$4c368faf@roadrunner.com>,
"Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <this@tahat.com>
wrote:
> a tad bit
It's either a TAD, or it is a BIT. Not a "TAD
BIT," there is no such
thing you god damn bastard.
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: Vaylor Trucks <vaylor@gmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Aug 22, 2007 7:50 AM
Message-ID: <1187783455.047339.309360@m37g2000prh.googlegroups.com>
On Aug 21, 9:35 pm, nenslo <nen...@hahoo.com>
wrote:
> In article <46cb6743$0$23587$4c368...@roadrunner.com>,
> "Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <t...@tahat.com>
wrote:
>
> > a tad bit
>
> It's either a TAD, or it is a BIT. Not a "TAD
BIT," there is no such
> thing you god damn bastard.
Sure there is:
"How bad were the mosquitoes? Are you very bit or just a tad bit?"
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: Crissi-Topper <xt235@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Aug 22, 2007 3:37 PM
Message-ID: <1187811449.197348.33030@z24g2000prh.googlegroups.com>
On Aug 22, 7:50 am, Vaylor Trucks <vay...@gmail.com>
wrote:
> On Aug 21, 9:35 pm, nenslo <nen...@hahoo.com>
wrote:
>
> > In article <46cb6743$0$23587$4c368...@roadrunner.com>,
> > "Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <t...@tahat.com>
wrote:
>
> > > a tad bit
>
> > It's either a TAD, or it is a BIT. Not a
"TAD BIT," there is no such
> > thing you god damn bastard.
>
> Sure there is:
>
> "How bad were the mosquitoes? Are you very
bit or just a tad bit?"
Or if your local Preppie, Tad, started to bite people.
"I've been Tad
bit!"
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: "Rich Clark, aka Left Rev Egg Plant, ULC,
CotSG" <spammers_lie@rrclark.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Aug 22, 2007 3:15 PM
Message-ID: <jjeup4-0in.ln1@news.rrclark.net>
nenslo wrote:
> In article <46cb6743$0$23587$4c368faf@roadrunner.com>,
> "Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <this@tahat.com>
wrote:
>
>> a tad bit
>
> It's either a TAD, or it is a BIT. Not a "TAD
BIT," there is no such
> thing you god damn bastard.
Signed,
The Grammar Police
P.S. Don't you fuck up again, you rotten bastard! I'll
come to your
house and slit your throat and eat your heart for lunch.
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: Lord Cyclohexane <LordCyclohexane@gmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Tue, Aug 21, 2007 11:08 PM
Message-ID: <1187752132.881883.234400@l22g2000prc.googlegroups.com>
And thank *you* very much for the beer! It was very
nice not to have
to walk all the way back to my camp so it really made
the evening more
slackful. I only wish I remembered the brand, as it
was good.
And I'm sorry to admit, but by the point I met you you
gave up on your
Church name and you guys were just Rev Rob and Rev Greg...
Which one
were you?
And I'm Zak, since I eventually gave up on my name when
Deacon Locke
noted that it was impossible to pronounce when even
slightly drunk.
And now I really need to get my own X-Day X writing done...
And I also need to stop starting paragraphs with "And"...
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: "Rev. Ivan Stang" <stang@subgenius.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Aug 22, 2007 1:50 PM
Message-ID: <1187805030.890032.236520@l22g2000prc.googlegroups.com>
On Aug 21, 6:29 pm, "Rev. Teeters LeVerge"
<t...@tahat.com> wrote:
> What I Did For My Summer X Day 10 Vacation.
>
> By Rev. Teeters Le Verge, age 10.
>
Thanks for the long, detailed, UNUSUALLY ACCURATE report!
And thanks
also for the cool "Gorillas and Demons" flyers,
which I think will
become some kind of "Live X-Day Hour of Slack"
tradition. I kept one
unsullied one to reproduce.
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Subject: Re: My X Day X
From: "Server 13" <its@casual.com>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Wed, Aug 22, 2007 2:30 PM
Message-ID: <fahvch$h3e$1@news.ks.uiuc.edu>
"Rev. Teeters LeVerge" <this@tahat.com>
wrote in message
news:46cb6743$0$23587$4c368faf@roadrunner.com...
>
> What I Did For My Summer X Day 10 Vacation.
>
> By Rev. Teeters Le Verge, age 10.
>
.....
>
> Later we had the pleasure of hanging out with Rev.
Pissed Off, Barbara
> Alien and Eggplant, at their camp site we also
got to meet (forgive me
> Mark, I just can't remember your Church name)
<ahem> Oh, yeh, that's me, Ouroboros Rex.
But don't tell anybody. And
no sweat - you are not alone. Most of my X day memory
is sort of blotchy
and wavy, as if some chemical compound was interfering
with my recall -
except for the abject horror of camping next to Doc
Pissoff, which has
rendered me impotent and agoraphobic until I get back
to Brushwood. Small
price to pay for a helping of Barbara Alien's omelettes,
though.
> Mark, a DJ and musician Which A LOT of people missed
out on by leaving
> before they heard his musical stylings on Sunday.
Good Stuff My Friends.
Why, thanky kindly. I brought a setup that was WAY
too big, but being
new, decided to watch how the experts do it - and I'm
glad I did. Except I
wish I'd had the foresight to get just the synth and
keytar onstage during
the all-star jam, that would have been fun to pass around.
As it was, I set
up and stretched my gear legs a bit on the last day
anyway, so the right
people could see. Or in the case of the Sunday pot
luck, hear, I reckon.
Next year, I will either finagle some stage time
before my arrival and
work up a show, or my setup will be squeezed onto a
MUCH smaller stand which
will be on stage 20 minutes after I get there. =)
Thanks much for the kind words, then and now.
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