TWIGSVILLE 2003 - WEDNESDAY

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* ENOTHAX: A debilitating brain-body disease with only one known carrier. Symptoms: Whiny pussydom and isolation from all people for three solid days. In all fairness Eno was disgustingly sick. The choice being either stay home alone and sick or be among your people and sick. He chose the latter and emerged Saturday. Which made us happy.

** Due to our unfortunate fire incident, eyes that would have remained oblivious to our shenanigans were now going to be focussed our way. We had to hide away our booze, smoking and naughty language at certain periods throughout the rest of the week. We were mostly successful till one of the staff's underage friends ratted us out to the owners about the booze...a staff member who partook quite liberally in said booze just the night before and took it upon himself to invite a bunch of teenagers to an event intended for anyone but. Girlie worked it all out in the end. She has a knack for doing that kind of thing. We still consider the publicly unnamed staffer a wiener.

	This was the day we had to begin drinking our booze out of coffee cups. I know she's probably drinking coffee but since it's Anita I thought... well, nevermind....	Wicked Elmo and the Goddess Anna Woo.	...and Red Bull still makes you gay.
We suprisingly held off on the "Fuck Shit UP" chant...but if it ever applied to anything, it applied now.		Mr. David Spancer...Newly wed
Nice.. Yes, the official story was now out. The cause of the Great Twigsville Fire was years of acorn hoarding by bluejays who stuffed what must have been 600 lbs. of acorns into the insulating space around the metal chimney chute and the outside walls despite their inability to ever retrieve them. We just happened to come along at the right time.
Gifts from the Gambia.	Salvaged memorial for Half Dome.
	Dougie performs an interpretive dance during the town hall meeting for the hearing and mentally impaired.
Obscuro reminds us that his breasties are sore. We empathized.	Our new Gigsville dictatorship: Booger and Heidi Ho. This was a meeting to discuss what our village will be for Burning Man 2003 and who will lead up the individual tasks. Heidi led a tight meeting despite the compromised faculties of her people. Booger took notes and looked funny.	Post meeting Hippy Love Fest.
Girlie...	Eno arrives in self imposed quarantine. This is the last we would see of him for three days.		Tom and Morgan who authored the cabin bar tour...and who I also rode up to Burning Man 2002 with on Das Boose.
Now, I've seen Jim compromised before but never in the roughly five years I have known him have I ever had so much fun seeing him as thoroughly tanked as I did this night. Oh, Jim...thank you thank you...	The improvised fire shrine. This absolutely had to come down before the owners arrived.	Eli... a man who always manages to bring the best of all things intelligent, insightful and poetic to any event. I personally consider him our community's cultural anchor. I mean it.	Tokyo Rico
It's not just for breakfast, lunch and dinner anymore.	Dave Marr passes all of his collective memory to XT for safe keeping in a fucko ~~mind~~ hand meld. It took six hours even with the high speed connection. Unfortunately XT accidentally pet one of the dogs an hour later and it threw itself howling into the lake and all was lost. He had to start all over again the next day.	And now with an assist from Jay	Put a frame around it because it doesn't get any more telling than this...unless it were in focus.
Reggie...note the hand in back subversively defacing our now ubiquitous warning signs.** By the way, the hand belongs to Minister Dave.	Some photos simply need no captions.	Tan Man and Normal.	Spoon the Mayor commences
Back to Twigsville Main On to Thursday Return to Gigsville * ENOTHAX: A debilitating brain-body disease with only one known carrier. Symptoms: Whiny pussydom and isolation from all people for three solid days. In all fairness Eno was disgustingly sick. The choice being either stay home alone and sick or be among your people and sick. He chose the latter and emerged Saturday. Which made us happy. ** Due to our unfortunate fire incident, eyes that would have remained oblivious to our shenanigans were now going to be focussed our way. We had to hide away our booze, smoking and naughty language at certain periods throughout the rest of the week. We were mostly successful till one of the staff's underage friends ratted us out to the owners about the booze...a staff member who partook quite liberally in said booze just the night before and took it upon himself to invite a bunch of teenagers to an event intended for anyone but. Girlie worked it all out in the end. She has a knack for doing that kind of thing. We still consider the publicly unnamed staffer a wiener.