Things I liked about the End O' The World

From: saint andreux <saint@!bugger-off!prairienet.org>
Date: Tue, 07 Jul 1998 12:34:36 -0500

1. Getting beaten by Pastor Craig at chess. (I'll get you back, you
bastard.)
2. Biscuits and gravy at the restaurant in Sherman.
3. Selling a shitload of slag (both mine and the church's) to you.
4. Hearing Onan Cannobite pronounce "dead dawg dick" CORRECTLY.
5. Completely IGNORING most of everything that went on, instead
deciding "ah, I'll see it all on the video ANYWAY".
6. Hanging out with Dave Lynch, who is far more interesting than most
things that I can think of.
7. Cuthulu giving us a cooler full of TarlaStar's Barley Wine (GOOD
STUFF)
8. Waking up to prog rock being played on the radio.
9. Going back home without the Fuckhead.
10. The fact that our van had cruise control.
11. Seeing some of you. (You know who you are.)
12. NOT seeing others of you. (You know who you are.)
13. Getting lyrics and an idea for a JHP song called "Felchin' Waffle".
14. Getting more Swinging Love Corpses.
15. Not buying any official Church swag, for the most part.
16. Being close to the flush toilets.
17. The Girl[tm] remembering the air mattress so that I wasn't FREEZING.

18. G. Gordon Gordon forgetting to sodomize me with his walker.
19. Pope Sterno mooning our campsite.
20. ________________________________ [fill in the blank]
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From: Sketchy Albedo <revjack@radix.net>

Previously, saint andreux wrote:

:20. ________________________________ [fill in the blank]

Meeting people, old and new!

* St. &dreux Mark II, the strawberry blonde model

* Pope Phred, amiable and entertaining as always

* Pop Truwe, THE HIPPEST PARENT ALIVE

* Annnna Truwe, belching flames at the least excuse

* DynaSoar and E. Holmes, 2 gether 4 ever

* Pastor Craig with lipstick kisses on his face

* The IRC Clench - kevbob, RevAmph, Barnes, Devolver

* Jaweh David Lynch, who I intend to adopt as my own son

* Rev. Lurch and the pork loin the size of my leg - DAMN fine eating,
Lurch, and thank you for all the help you offered

* DODE. DODE. DODE. DODE. DODE. DODE. DODE. DODE.

* Rev. Nickie wearing a "I [screw] Pastor Craig" button

* Sterno (at least I think it was Sterno) ya freak

* Janor - I talked with him for five minutes before I realised
it was him. He kept trying to sell me tapes while I kept veering
the subject back to first aid. I think he thinks I'm weird, or a
dork.

* RevPsych, THE KING OF ALL IRC, with whom I exchanged a warm,
manly hug while lifting his wallet (I put it back before he
noticed)

* Modemac, at the end of the weekend, who seemed a little strung
out, which I guess is no surprise considering what we were doing
all weekend

* P-Lil, with whom I also exchanged warm HUGZ mmmmmmmmm

* G. Gordon Gordon, who I chatted up about Keanu while surreptitiously
loosening the screws on his walker - didn't stick around to find out
if it fell apart or not

* Legume, who glared at me and grunted, as usual, every time I said
hi - OOK OOK to you, my friend!

* Sweet Nully Fydian, always a pleasant experience

* MegEliz, who I think has the hots for me - woo hoo!

* Not Stang - tried a couple times to say hi but he was always too busy

I KNOW I AM FORGETTING SOME PEOPLE

DON'T TAKE IT PERSONALLY

I LOVE YOU ALL!!!1!!

Other groovy things -

* Campfire coffee, knock your fucking head off

* Woodsmoke smell - nice for a day or two

* The friendly people of Sherman, NY

* Fucking with the head of the False Jesus Brushwood guy at the check-in

* Ever-Lovin' Speed Freak Cuthulu, who stayed at the B&B with us and
turned us on to some "fine wine". People talk about "oozing slack" -
Cuthulu pulls it off. Envy him.

* Jim Cser, the Duke of Uke, who we parked behind in Sherman and was
the first SubG we ran into. Fortunately there was a big Dobbshead
in his back window or we might have missed him all together. Nice
to meet you, Jim!

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revjack@radix.net
Consider different fading systems

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From: friday@subgenius.com (IrRev. Friday Jones)

* Watching someone else dance onstage until ALL of Stang's penii were ready
to POP.

* Jacklighting Pastor Craig.

* Hearing the Final Hour Of Slack on the radio on the drive back.

* Being interviewed by the documentary crew.

* Seeing Janor once again.

* Blood wrestling with lovely ladies, handsome men, and Stang & Craig.

* Fighting in the Battle of Armageddon clad in shin guards, helmet, gloves,
shiny black shorts and NOTHING ELSE. An homage to "The Perils Of
Gwendoline In The Land Of The Yik-Yak."

* Cuddling Sivet.

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From: p-lil@purgatory.of.firey.vulvas.subgenius.com (Popess Lilith von Fraumench)
Subject: Thoughts Of Brushwood
Date: 14 Jul 1998 23:56:03 GMT

Now that I've mostly gotten over that mysterious virus that hit half the X-Day
Celebrants this year and have COMPLETELY caught up on alt.slack, I can post my
thoughts about going to Brushwood for X-Day.

First, I got to meet a lot of people, including folks I had started
corresponding with when my ministry was fledgling. Twas great to finally put a
face and a voice to a lot of your faces. And so a shout-out to these intrepid
souls, which include in no order at all: Nully Fydyan, kevbob, Lady 180,
Gordon, Sister Decadence, RevAmph, Dargalin, Jacques Treatment, Ol' Sam, Lafe
Kowabunga, Ray Hey, Janor, Chris Dumas, Hell Pope Huey, Mary Magdalene, Pastor
Steve, AKA Whoever 'E' Wants To Be, and Thomas Mary. If I missed your name,
blame my memory, not me.

As far as X-Day memories, I had considered trying to reconstruct a diary,
similar to what I did last year. There's so many good write-ups already,
however, that my most sterling efforts would looked like a Cliff Notes book
report. So I'm going to focus on some of the more vivid memories:

Wandering around Brushwood in the predawn hours on Thursday, soaking up the
beauty, remembering the year before, talking to Nully about lots of deep,
personal shit. (Thanks, Nully.)

Setting up camp in the Alt.Slack Village, and being greeted by lots of
familiar, friendly faces.

Preaching the gospel of the Moldy Frop.

Taking some Pils, wandering about the campgrounds, cursing that the Pils
weren't doing anything, taking a nap, then waking up in a tiny tent with the
Pils in FULL CLAUTROPHOBIC EFFECT.

Going through TheCharlie's wonderful poster art, selecting the bits of art
destined to become the Dobbs Of Fury 999 display, searching frantically for a
sharp pair of scissors, cutting, pasting, bullshitting, displaying my handiwork
like the proud momma I am.

Trying a bottle of The Bearded Guy's barley wine, marvelling at the quality and
power of the brew.

Being accepted by the Connieites as a Fellow Sister, defending the coven
against prying male ears, running rampant in the woods, grabbing one of Stang's
legs to toss him in the pool, tossing Jesus in after Stang when Jesus tried to
push me in.

Going onstage at the Antimusic, joining in the jam temporarily, ranting about
participation and action, disgustedly leaving.

Drying my dew-soaked shoes next to a warm fire, chatting with people as they
passed by the camp, climbing into a WARM sleeping bag.

Being fed by Pastor Steve of the FUmenicals, drinking coffee with Dynasoar and
Lady 180, running to Mayville to get cash, missing my first chance to rant,
decorating the stage, taping afternoon jamming, running into Sterno.

Watching the call to arms for the Battle of Armageddon, auctioning off a huge
Seattle Devival poster to RevAmph, buying one of Rev. Kym's beloved Dobbs
froppipes, changing into my Cabal outfit, patrolling the woods, meeting the
reporter from Wired, enjoying a beautiful night.

Waking up to rain, fropping with Sterno and his girlfriend Debi outside my tent
while talking about obscure death metal/noise bands, talking at length to the
Wired reporter, dressing to be a referee in the Battle of Armageddon, soaking
in the hottub to prepare for my rant.

Being introduced by Stang, delivering one of my best rants yet, making converts
for the Apocaleptic Movement, vocalizing with BTM on "You Rang", introducing
preachers and performers all night, smoking Chesterfields.

Being blown away by Vaginal Blood Fart (Sterno/Lafe/Ray), being blown away
AGAIN by Tri-State Killing Spree, rolling around onstage in beer with Susie The
Floozie while T-SKS played, soaking in the hottub again, getting on "Or Kill Me
Radio", playing my "Music To Keep The Yacatisma Away" set until dawn.

Watching the X in the sky, gathering for the big countdown, spotting the white
limo before anyone else noticed, laughing at the guy who chased down and caught
the limo only to fall to the ground, watching a beardless Jesus and frazzled
Stang climb out.

Counting off the seconds until X-Day, counting off the seconds AGAIN, consoling
Susie The Floozie when the Pleasure Saucers failed to manifest, trying to calm
the crowd with the first explanation I came across, watching Stang being
honeyed-and-feathered onstage, giving my first few quips regarding X-Day,
packing my camping gear, saying goodbye until next year.

Sorry if this isn't exactly fine linear prose, but sometimes you gotta do
something a bit different, and after all, these are IMPRESSIONS.

P.Lil

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