Sixteenth Floor: Oh-So-Sweet Hidey Peeps
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UPDATED: Friday, April 14, 2006 17:27
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I knew I should've gone back to camp after I grew up. I was way to young when I went.
* Has plenty of rope for the drawing and quartering.
* Wants to hear these stories at some point.
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"Finding the answer It's a human obsession
But you might as well talk to the stones and the trees and the sea
'Cause nobody knows And so few can see
There's only beauty and caring and truth beyond darkness." -Estonia(This Strange Engine) -Marillion
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Well, considering this camp exists in the state that is the belt buckle of the bible belt, none of those things happened...or if they did, I missed them!
*mumble, mumble, never in the right place at the right time, mumble, mumble*
Never really got into trouble of that type until college...I was a Drama major (at first; eventually got a Psych degree so I could figure out my friends) and that is a group that knows the better things in life!
Bacchus was so much easier to follow!
The thing I liked about the camp was the quiet and the proximity to the forest. I know that may come across as weird, but I have always loved the woods; just don't have as much time anymore to enjoy them.
Holding until you get back, Captain.
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You think Christian camps are bad? Try going to a Christian College!
I love the woods, too. I find I can think so much clearer in the woods.
I already posted the inane ravioli song for you all. That was a camp favourite. We didn't do that Superman song, but there was one, Boom chicka boom, that would be repeated indefinitely.
The leader, usually me, would go:
I said A Boom Chicka Boom
and then everyone would repeat:
I said A Boom Chicka Boom
I said a Boom chicka boom! (repeat)
I said a boom chicka locka chicka locka chicka boom (repeat)
alright (repeat)
uh huh (you get the idea)
one more time (r)
____ style!
you'd pick a style: Baby style, cowboy style, girly style, sexy style and then you'd repeat it in that kind of a voice and it would just go on and on and on. 8 year old girls LOVE doing that.
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NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Not Boom a Chick a Boom!
I guess it's better than Princess Pat or Titanic.
I went to summer camp every year....the Christian one just the once...I loved it. It's the same camp I worked at when I was a college student. Loved that place. actually, groups can rent the camp grounds during off season. It's lovely. The lake, the docks, the cabins, the lodge, the pool, the trails...we should have a shindig weekend there.
You see? She's not a junkie or mentally ill, she's gifted!--Momma Roxy
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Sounds like a wonderful place...where is it?
A shindig would be cool, but does it have a floating chandelier? 
Serenity, I agree. Thoughts come clearer without all the concrete and glass around cluttering up the sky.
Boom chicka...thought I had that one purged from my mind...thanks for putting it back in there, Serenity!
*boom chicka-NO!*
Holding until you get back, Captain.
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I spent one summer in a camp, it was in Albany new york and it was where all the upper class long islanders sent their little princess to keep them away from boys for the summer.
Bits were fun, bits were not, but thats about all I can remember, I purged the rest.
And before anyone else feels the need to mention intensly irritating songs that we all wish we'd never heard -
I have a wet tea towel and i'm not afraid to use it.
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Hodgins: Your robot reminds me of you. You tell it to turn it stops. You tell it to stop it turns. You ask it to take out the garbage it watches reruns of Firefly.
FozzieWash, You know what I always say: sometimes you're the windshield, sometimes you're the bug!
KermieMal, I never Know what the heck you're talking about.
FozzieWash, Hey, look! They're sending us free lumber!
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I have heard of camps like those...I was lucky enough to be able to go to a computer camp up in the mountains of Arizona for two summers. Here's one for you; the computers we used were TRS-80's! Anyone else remember those?
Oh, I've got one!
"99 bottles of beer on the wall!"
*covers his head and runs to the corner to flee the dreaded wet tea towel*
Holding until you get back, Captain.
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*remembers TSR-80s and the apple IIe.*
I did get to visit camp grounds later in the SCA, now that was some skinny dippin'. I'm up for some shindiggery. I'll bring the presidential alcohol cabinet....and no swim trunks.
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But you might as well talk to the stones and the trees and the sea
'Cause nobody knows And so few can see
There's only beauty and caring and truth beyond darkness." -Estonia(This Strange Engine) -Marillion
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SCA *shudders* I was a heavy weapons fighter in that society for awhile, until I realized it was a bunch of rednecks with axe handles wearing carpets, pickle barrel armor, and combat boots...but, yes, the events approached Vallhallian standards (fight and die all day, drink all night, do it all again the next day). My persona was Irish, and I wore a kilt, so I was always a strong breeze away from the nakedness. It was also while with that group that I discovered warrior-women; I totally concur with Wash on that point!
I'll bring the trollbuchet.
Holding until you get back, Captain.
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Ahhh! Princess Pat! And her dang stick! What was UP with the stick?
I once did father/daughter weekends at a boys camp called....wait for it...Haycock.
yes.
Once a year, they had a weekend where they brought girls and their dads and tried to get them interested in all the stuff the boys did all summer. And then they begged all the female friends and girlfriends of all the guy counsellors to come work. So, being a girlfriend, I got suckered.
Try to imagine all these little girls running around MAD while their dads stand around Agog, having no clue how to discipline them or engage them in activities they aren't interested in.
And then, imagine me trying to pretend like shooting sling shots and rifles was SO VERY COOL!! and getting 8 year old Disney Princess fans to try it. Yeah, right.
And then, now, imagine me trying to reign in one wild child, who thought it would be fun to run and tackle me, and me landing in a big mud puddle (because it was cold and rainy all weekend)while her dad stood idly by, doing nothing. And now, please imagine my joy at having to spend the rest of the weekend in a damp and muddy sweatshirt.
*sigh* Girl Scout camp was MUCH better than that.
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