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Late summer Saturday swimming at my favorite spot with some of my favorite friends. Heavy heat, cool water and mezcal on the beach. I don’t wish for much more than this.
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First this happened:
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Then this happened:
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Surprise present for a good friend. If you can’t see why this was the best gift of all time then I’m sorry, I’m not sure I can explain it to you.
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Our lives are so stupid cool.
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Summer camping kickoff!! A 24 hour lemon car race in Grass Valley (we only caught about 6 hours to be honest). Tents by the Deschutes River, guns and red beers in the morning. Wouldn’t have traded this weekend for anything.
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A piece of advice. If you are going on a camping trip and are going to have your car break down, definitely try to do it where there are 150 mechanics hanging out for the weekend. We couldn’t find anyone to fix whatever horrible sounding thing went wrong with Saab-y, but we did manage to get the race officials to offer to put a car pulled from the race back in in trade for a quick tow two hours back to Portland. Someone went for it, so the car headed back to town and we all carpooled to the camping spot…
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Worth it, because:
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The Golden Owl target, before and after. Goodnight sweet prince!
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We nailed it this weekend. Good job guys!
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It’s my 1000th post and when I noticed that, I started getting all weird about what it should be. I thought about it too hard I think, then I decided to post this, because it just feels right. Thank you to the appropriate parties for passing this one along.
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Happy 1000th posting!
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I know you don’t want to see pictures of my dog, but just let me get it out of my system, ok? She can’t help how cute she is. Love overkill for this one.
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According to the story, an unheard-of new arcade game appeared in several suburbs of Portland, Oregon in 1981, something of a rarity at the time. The game, Polybius, proved to be incredibly popular, to the point of addiction, and lines formed around the machines, quickly followed by clusters of visits from men in black. Rather than the usual marketing data collected by company visitors to arcade machines, they collected some unknown data, allegedly testing responses to the psychoactive machines. The players themselves suffered from a series of unpleasant side-effects, including amnesia, insomnia, nightmares, night terrors, and even suicide in some versions of the legend. Some players stopped playing video games, while it is reported that one became an anti-gaming activist. The supposed creator of Polybius is Ed Rotberg, and the company named in the urban legend is Sinneslöschen(German for “sensory-extinguishing” is the exact translation), often named as either a secret government organization or a codename for Atari. The gameplay is said to be similar toTempest (a shoot ‘em up game utilizing vector graphics), while the game is said to contain subliminal messages which would influence the action of anyone playing it.Some people playing the game found messages like:” No imagination”,”Obey”,”Stay asleep”,” Work 8 hours, Play 8 hours, Sleep 8 hours”, “Surrender”, “Be normal”, “Game corrupt”,”No thought”, “Conform”,”Do not question the authority”, among others (possibly a reference to the cult 1980s film They Live).
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I want to play this game.
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