This here is a on-site writeup which is contributed to by all the participants of the above-promoted Holiday Gathering, in an attempt to more reliably tabulate and enumerate the results of this repeat of The Write-up contributed to by the most people
. They weigh in below. Be kind to sparky
, he had to go sleep.
I laughed. I cried. I played an odd variant of hide n' seek in which only I won. I learned that you must eat at least one bug. Percentage deal. Merry Christmas. Good night.
I neither laughed nor cried. However, I did wander around prole's neighborhood looking for schmoe for roughly half an hour. Don't ever play hide and seek in a space larger than a block. "Knock it off!" "I wish my mother had named me something cool like X-Ray or M-16." And the cheesefries were as good as promised. And they came in a TROUGH! I won at Renfeild, and thus got to watch the movie I was using to hold my money, Mod Fuck Explosion. Thanks to said movie, I will now have dreams tonight of vast fields of meat.
you know, this is all getting pretty damned silly. i'm imagining that i'll fall asleep at some point this early morning, and be completely shocked to find flamingweasel, pseudo_intellectual, the artist formerly known as schmoe, and possibly dialogue asleep on my floor.. but that's another day. i know where skateland is and could find my way there blindfolded. cheese fries never fail to please. wait, i forgot.. how many bugs do i have to eat?
the longer I go without sleep the more lucid I become. Par exemple, Mod Fuck Explosion almost made sense. Eight hours with Charles Bukowski in a coach seat and an afterward, worn-away testament. Two more buttons for the hat. Gave coins to a charity for blind children, but cruelly gave them my worthless Canadian currency! "What is this? A Rifts novel? Let me get this straight: a novel, based on a role-playing game, based on pre-submitted cover art? That's, like, three degrees of abstraction from anything ressembling plot!"
In all truth, I only came down to get a copy of The Stranger.
Evergreen College has the cleanest bathrooms of any post-secondary institutions in my experience, and dissapointingly they are almost completely graffiti-free. What found text am I going to appropriate for my day log entries now?
Oh wait: I forgot the uniquely appropriate banner hung in the main foyer -
SLOW DOWN AND STOP EVERYTHING
Clearly these anti-nodal radicals must be hunted down and stomped out. I was shocked to discover a campus which was not yet part of an exclusivity contract, the adjoining Coke and Pepsi machines seeming almost surreal reflections of each other; the free policies of this hippy-dippy love-in have clearly rotted their minds and morals!
About 5 am the participants of the meet, all sitting in the elusive computer lab, constituted an entire third of the Other Users. IN A SINGLE ROOM. We must beat this record.
note: this part of the node was created under duress. a quote from dialogue: "do you want to be destroyed?"
well, since i'm suffering from node performance anxiety, this shall be short. i drove down. i owned at renfield, until i lost. i froze my weasel ass off looking for schmoe. i watched the inexplicable, yet strangely compelling mod fuck explosion. i took a vivarin and washed it down with coke, and am now incapable of sustaining a coherent thought. where was i going with this ?
I suck. I'm the worst noder. I still had a lot of fun tonight. Mod Fuck Explosion ruled. It was very funny. Ring of Fire ! Uh, I'm tired. I found the best place to order my favorite breakfast, two eggs over-medium, sourdough toast, and fried potato skins. It's called the ribeye. Ugh, got to go...
You must eat only one bug. But you must not append this cardinal rule to the tails of reams of unrelated nodes.
In conclusion, this write-up was composed in its entirety pre-posting and contributed to by six individual writers and one or two sundry alter-egos which were inspired to emerge over the course of the meet.