xday3, what i can remember, and things and stuff

From: kevbob@ecsis.net (kevbob)
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Fri, Jul 14, 2000 7:06 PM
Message-ID: <smve85drnd6160@corp.supernews.com>

it's been a day, today, as they always seem to be.

i think the best way to sum up xday3, for me, and what it meant, and what
i learned, is to say what happened this morning. not, of course, that means
that i'll be concise or coherent, but, well, ya.

i should have freaked out this morning.

i didn't. i got _real_ pissed off.

i got so pissed off, that the POC had to tell me to calm down.
(which never happens.)

it was different, now, i understand (not really) slack and hate.

i will get pissed off and destroy the pink, and then i shall get over it.

it's a fucking subtle little distinction, and maybe it has some to do with
the pills, but, well, who knows.

xday3 vs xday1, and again, it may be a personal thing, but it seemed more laid
back. it seemed, not slackful, but slack. slack, slack, slack. and stuff and things.

me? i basically sat around and didn't do too much, but it was a productive
not doing anything. a "being" versus "doing", but then things, of course,
_were_ done, but it was more a "as it came up, let's do it" versus a "this
has to be done because".

even coffee was like that. want coffee? let's build a fire. we need wood,
we'll get wood. (um, no.) etc.

did i mention sitting around? and bullshitting and chatting and talking.
there was all three, and enough who were good at the three.

some people like xday for the events, some like it to meet new people,
some like camping, some want frop, etc. that's all good.

i like being able to hang out with friends, meet new friends, and talk.

and did i mention sit around?

we played with fire a lot, and made crude jokes, and inane jokes, and harassed
each other. and then played with fire some more.

now, say what you like about alt.slack.shantytown, but at least we're honest.
well, at least absent was.

~~~~~
new camper enters forest.
absent:"YOU REALIZE WE ARE LOUD OBNOXIOUS FUCKERS WHO WILL BE UP UNTIL
THE WEE HOURS MAKING FART JOKES BURNING THINGS!!!!"
~~~~~

amazingly enough, some of those people actually decided to stay around.

of course, i don't really remember seeing them.

i do wonder where they kept getting fresh meat for the fire from, though.

at some point, i remember becoming the only (known, that i know of) non-combabant
kill-bob casualty.
although, i don't know how someone asleep on a chaiselounge with pants on looks
anything like phloighd, though.

i think i still have balloon in my ear. everytime i think, some kid points me out to his
mom and laughs and mentions "ba-woon aminals".

i think the scariest part of xday3, was the thought that i had alcohol poisened maggie.
now _there's_ something you don't want to be remembered as. "hey, aren't you
the bastard who killed Maggie?"
it turns out, though, that she could prolly outdrink Phred.
well, maybe not.

but imagine maggie with phred's frame, and i bet she could.

quijibo-go-go, well, i think the _only_ thing those guys lacked was fire. and the
warmth of their slack-vibe-thing-stuff more than made up for that.

at some point, i think someone gunned them all down with a machine-gun, and they
_Still_ offered them refreshment.

also, leyan and devo nursed me back to health by reminding me to eat and drink.
they are smart like that, and after their ministrations, i was hardly more dizzy
than normal. so, like, blame them.

oh ya. they even weren't overly perturbed when banjo-bob whipped out a
reciprocating wood saw and started cutting pieces of wood into,
um,
pieces.

um.

i vaguely recall some ranting and things. Huey's keyboards blew me away,
mad skillz or something. ppjm's rant about hitler and jack chick was
really good. it looks from his post today that stang managed to get that on tape,
which is excellent. stang's rant was pretty good as well, the one where he was
talking about suicide. i hope that's on tape, because i can't remember enough
of it, and i think it prolly warrants a second listen.

hmmm. ya, and ESO. to me, eso is always better live. number 6 kicked some
ass. mykhal, yer right, the levels do need work, but it's more an inconvenience
than anything, if you crank the stereo, it compensates. ya'll, buy their cd,
and the live tape, it's damn good too.

i must have fallen asleep and missed it, but JHP did another ballad of craig for
my dollah, and phred's, um, what's that word? spontaneous making up of
lyrics on the spot (there _is_ a word for that, i think) skillz were, as always,
mad. someone remind me to buy the new cd. we were listening to it int he car
on the ride back, and i remember, we had just filled up the tank at a station,
got ready to go, and had to wait 5 minutes for the mini-van-family to remember
how to get it out of park, suzie put the JHP cd in, and the UPS guy on the opposite
side pump started to groove. maybe you had to be there.

the bliss america kids had a rawkin' sound, can't wait to hear them once they
start writing. i have a feeling that will be a good one.

um, we burned rocknar's boots. well, one of them. we never got around to the other
one, did we?

i met my best friend, and she, of course, roxor'd.

also, i felt safe. and that's something you non-goers maybe don't know about
xday. of course, this might just be me, ymm_will_v, but xday, surrounded by
yeti, well, it's not the real world. or maybe it _is_ the _real world_ and the other
one is false or unreal or untrue or something.

but the understanding that, if you need something, someone will help, well,
it's a nice, rare feeling.

walking down the street, you see some random guy, passed out, asleep,
it's getting cold, you walk on by. you have to, maybe, nowadays, or something.

at xday, if you have to, you pickup the chair and drag his ass to his tent, so
you don't have frozen yetiscle the next morning.
or something.

lessee, i also seem to have lost my hat, but i think that was for the best, anyways,
and anyways, i seem to have found something to replace it with.

i learned i definitely need new tires. and i learned how to stay awake on the road,
and how to pull over when there are lights flashing.

also, hardees workers are pricks.

shagblaster's cd is amazing, buy it now.

legume is gay but still get's more ladies than you.

my tent was large enough to put another tent up inside of it. thank you
pastor craig, for proving that to me.

woodbeavers and groundchucks hate wood smoke.

i've always followed the naive "smoker's creed", which is if someone needs to bum
a smoke, give it to them, because karma is a bitch and nicotine withdrawal is but the
first of her weapons.
yet, the smile of a yeti upon the receipt of a smoke stick of death far outshines
the false gratitude of a million-million pinkboys.

coffe, liquor, idle conversation, and a dry spot to sit on around a fire are
close enough to a bribe that folks assume it's a bribe rather than mere
good cheer.

hmmm.

i think, to sum, a nice fire and good friends are, to me at least,
the best,
hmmm,

lesson to slack there is.

incidentally, there's a lot that i've forgotten to say, but not forgotten.

thank you to all,

and next time i'll try and bring more coffee.

--
"And "Thou Shallt Not Steal My Slack" shall be the whole of the law"

"I've got to be sick to be here, i've got to take my smiley pill."
Black Grape

Back to document index

Original file name: xday3, what i can remember,... - converted on Wednesday, 19 July 2000, 10:17