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just a nerd![]() ![]() |
Nick, were your parent cross country skiiers?
Webmonkey, we used to call those guys FARTs (fast action response team). Never ran into them in the woods, but they used to make frequent rampages through the sites during work hours. All the physicists thought they were quite the joke. Pinhead, I remember a band called All Eyes, but now I'm going to be racking my brain to try to remember who they all were. Thanks. "Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read" -- Zappa |
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My parents were scientists. And they're wonderful, I just talked to them tonight. They stayed up there after the fire, but I keep wishing they'd move down here and be closer to us kids.
Here's a story. When I was in LA, there was a cop named Officer Tally who made it his business to keep tabs on the stoner kids. One time there was a rumor going around school about a big party at the Dome - not everyone knew about it so my buddies and I felt like it was kind of an exclusive thing and felt cool. We went up there, night time, and saw that there was a bon fire, sure, but there were also a bunch of fucked up King Arthur tents set up. When we went up to the fire, my english teacher came out of a tent with one of those fucked up conical princess hats on, with the dangles flowing down, and demanded to know what we were doing there. It was an SCA campout. Society for Creative Anachronisms, where they all pretend like they're knights and damsels and shit. We piled back into the car to get the hell out of there, but before we could get away... there was Officer Tally, in the middle of the road with a robe and a fake beard on, trying to make us stop for questioning. I forget who was driving, but we just blasted on by and I never heard anything more of it. Another time, we were tripping at the dome when somebody was having a wedding there. I remember thinking that it was one of my friends playing an elaborate feak-out joke on me as I walked up to the ceremony to see if I recognized anyone. I didn't. And I wrecked somebody's pastoral wedding ceremony in classic sitcom style. |
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Man, the Dome. Two more.
Once, tripping up there, I decided that I needed to be free... and just ran as fast as I could into the woods. My friend Peter ran after me and shouted, but I wouldn't stop. I ran right into a barb wire fence. Which was, of course, what Peter was trying to warn me about. Another time, through a series of endless mental gyrations, I arrived at the conclusion that everyting in the universe was ugly. Worst trip I ever had. |
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"Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read" -- Zappa |
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See, now THAT is a classic LA story! "Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read" -- Zappa |
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When I was up there, the hopping scene on almost any night was the "loadie lot," which was the little parking lot between 7-11 (I think in Los Alamos it was the 7-9, really) and the fireside bar. Tons of kids meeting there to mingle and find out where the party was. It was a small town, so you'd try to be low key so nobody would tell your folks you were hanging out there instead of the movies like you said, but... man. Weekends there were like 100 kids hanging out there. Why did we need to find a party? Well... yeah, anyway.
Did they shut down the loadie lot? Or did the kids just get wise and decide on a different spot to freak the cops out? |
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Wow, I'm trying to remember where the loadie lot was. 7-11? I can't even remember where that was. Was that at the top of the hill where the stop light was by the old Piggly Wiggly?
"Rock journalism is people who can't write interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read" -- Zappa |
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