"I'm so excited.....
I'm so scared!"
Sunday, May 11, 2008
I may be addiction
... to barnraisings. The first taste was free, but the second is, uh, also free. And the third. Pretty much all of them, actually. No wonder it's so easy to become a barnraising addict. I'm saying, you guys brought this, you brought it hard, and you brought it before noon on Friday. As these barns were raised, so were my hopes. My heart grew three sizes. Normally that would be really annoying -and I'll admit, the new, louder heartbeat does keep me awake at night- but it was just so awesome. It's totally worth developing a disgusting oversized feelings organ.
But, but.... where do I get more?
But, but.... where do I get more?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Dude, guys, stop hurting yourselves. I know this is rich, coming from the Judges, given that we are the ones who instructed you to strap razor blades on to uncooked chickens and then swing them at one another. And given that we are the ones who asked you to compete in a knife competitions. But seriously, this isn't a "get as injured as you can" competition. Blood does not equal points. Except during blood drive, when it does.
Do you want a complete list of all the judges who are here for this Hunt? I bet you do. I bet you have been waiting all Hunt for such a list.
Cthonathan, Leila, CKam, Colin, Claire, SLucy, Tricky, Kat, JCrow, Fink, Nick, Bill, Joel, Will, Jim, Ian, Sam, Kate, Connor, Jess, Emily, Courtney, CBass, Lisa. Also Karl was here for list release. Therefore, Colin, let me point out that when I said there are "literally 25 judges here," I was, in fact, correct.
I hope all the scavvies' nights are going well. Just over 12 hours until Judgment! ARE YOU READY? (Actually, I hope you're not ready. If you were currently asleep because you are just that ready, I would be disappointed.) We Judges are currently in an epic pointing meeting. We have been deliberating for many hours now. We are very careful in distributing our points.
In closing, I give you a warning and a memory from today.
A warning: THE PRUPLE PLUNDERER IS OUT AND ABOUT. AS. WE. SPEAK.
A memory: Hey, remember when we played real-life Battleship? Goddamn that RULED.
Do you want a complete list of all the judges who are here for this Hunt? I bet you do. I bet you have been waiting all Hunt for such a list.
Cthonathan, Leila, CKam, Colin, Claire, SLucy, Tricky, Kat, JCrow, Fink, Nick, Bill, Joel, Will, Jim, Ian, Sam, Kate, Connor, Jess, Emily, Courtney, CBass, Lisa. Also Karl was here for list release. Therefore, Colin, let me point out that when I said there are "literally 25 judges here," I was, in fact, correct.
I hope all the scavvies' nights are going well. Just over 12 hours until Judgment! ARE YOU READY? (Actually, I hope you're not ready. If you were currently asleep because you are just that ready, I would be disappointed.) We Judges are currently in an epic pointing meeting. We have been deliberating for many hours now. We are very careful in distributing our points.
In closing, I give you a warning and a memory from today.
A warning: THE PRUPLE PLUNDERER IS OUT AND ABOUT. AS. WE. SPEAK.
A memory: Hey, remember when we played real-life Battleship? Goddamn that RULED.
This spring I don't know how I survived
I woke up still on fire!
Or rather, I woke up to ridiculously destructive breakfasts. I ate, like, three pounds of bundt on Thursday. I weighed myself later just to be sure. Nobody took the easy route on the 4*r^3*pi-zza, and we ended with a wide variety of styles. And good morning, burgers! By my boots and hair, if those weren't the tastiest burgers I've ever eaten. I mean, I used to work the graveyard shift at a Denny's, I could literally put anything on a burger or in a milkshake, and barely even got close to what I ate yesterday off the ground with a plastic spork. Also, coffee that tastes like jellybeans? Homiesaywhaaaaaaat? I mean, seriously.
Some of you may realize that I was not actively 'judging' anything during the parties, but the few nachos I sampled were not just macho, not merely machismo-er, but in fact machismost. Not in the realm of Iron Chef, many teams also had refreshments that made me jump with joy. Well, actually, eat with joy. Or in a few cases, with reckless abandon. I mean, hardtack? I love hardtack! Also swedish fish, and jell-O, and... jell-O containing swedish fish? Yeah!
Can we candy? YES WE CAN! Can we cola? Also, yes. I continued to go back for cups of pop throughout the Olympics. All the mock'n'm's were solid, and I don't just mean as opposed to liquid (though that was also important). Not a meal, but the perfect thing to spoil one with. Which brings us to supper.
Oh my pants, supper. We are all still arguing about what in the smorgasbord was most delicious, beautiful, and innovative. After seeing the options, I sat down and tried with all my might to get hungrier. If I could have gone back in time and stopped myself from eating anything else today, I totally would have. I mean, I'm running out of ways to say you guys rocked everything you put your hands, pans, and whisks to; but understand, it's not because I'm anywhere near running out of admiration. You are all my heros, the kind of heros I would hire to follow me around and cook every one of my meals for all time.
Someday, when I'm shamefully rich, my friends. Someday.
Or rather, I woke up to ridiculously destructive breakfasts. I ate, like, three pounds of bundt on Thursday. I weighed myself later just to be sure. Nobody took the easy route on the 4*r^3*pi-zza, and we ended with a wide variety of styles. And good morning, burgers! By my boots and hair, if those weren't the tastiest burgers I've ever eaten. I mean, I used to work the graveyard shift at a Denny's, I could literally put anything on a burger or in a milkshake, and barely even got close to what I ate yesterday off the ground with a plastic spork. Also, coffee that tastes like jellybeans? Homiesaywhaaaaaaat? I mean, seriously.
Some of you may realize that I was not actively 'judging' anything during the parties, but the few nachos I sampled were not just macho, not merely machismo-er, but in fact machismost. Not in the realm of Iron Chef, many teams also had refreshments that made me jump with joy. Well, actually, eat with joy. Or in a few cases, with reckless abandon. I mean, hardtack? I love hardtack! Also swedish fish, and jell-O, and... jell-O containing swedish fish? Yeah!
Can we candy? YES WE CAN! Can we cola? Also, yes. I continued to go back for cups of pop throughout the Olympics. All the mock'n'm's were solid, and I don't just mean as opposed to liquid (though that was also important). Not a meal, but the perfect thing to spoil one with. Which brings us to supper.
Oh my pants, supper. We are all still arguing about what in the smorgasbord was most delicious, beautiful, and innovative. After seeing the options, I sat down and tried with all my might to get hungrier. If I could have gone back in time and stopped myself from eating anything else today, I totally would have. I mean, I'm running out of ways to say you guys rocked everything you put your hands, pans, and whisks to; but understand, it's not because I'm anywhere near running out of admiration. You are all my heros, the kind of heros I would hire to follow me around and cook every one of my meals for all time.
Someday, when I'm shamefully rich, my friends. Someday.
Food, comma
How good this smells! I trust that all the food currently spread out before me will be so much less dangerous than today's Olympics, but just as awesome.
A few notes on Iron Chef in general: SO GOOD. A consistently high level of quality across items and across teams has made this the tastiest, if not the healthiest, weekend of my life. Bundts or burgers, candy or cola, it was all intensely palatable. That's kind of an understatement. This is the kind of food people get married over. This is the kind of food upon which nations rise and fall. This is the kind of food that food would eat if food wanted food.
No time for words anymore, my mouth will soon be too busy.
A few notes on Iron Chef in general: SO GOOD. A consistently high level of quality across items and across teams has made this the tastiest, if not the healthiest, weekend of my life. Bundts or burgers, candy or cola, it was all intensely palatable. That's kind of an understatement. This is the kind of food people get married over. This is the kind of food upon which nations rise and fall. This is the kind of food that food would eat if food wanted food.
No time for words anymore, my mouth will soon be too busy.
Fire from Olympus
Ladies and gentlemen, I have seen the future of music and its name is ZEUSAPHONE!
Imagine if you will arcs of purple lightning flashing out as "Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity" builds to crescendo--I nearly wept with joy. Afterwards, they hooked up a keyboard and let us play it ourselves, resulting in such once-in-a-lifetime happenings as Jonathan Williams playing the "Imperial March" from Star Wars and Nick playing the Pokémon theme song...ON A FRICKIN' ZEUSAPHONE! I can't stress that enough. Kudos, GASH, for bringing the awesome.
Regarding Scav Olympics, several of the events played out as epically as hoped. Live Action Battleship was endlessly entertaining, especially when it consisted of a prone dude getting water balloons in the junk. Absolutely no humans were harmed in the Cockfighting item, which was also a joy to behold. Dead chickens covered in razor blades being swung around at each other--let it never be said that Scav has become toothless in its old age! Pie fight and the peanut butter item both resulted in people covered in horribly sticky food, to the delight of young and old alike. All in all, a pretty good year for Olympics.
Imagine if you will arcs of purple lightning flashing out as "Jupiter, Bringer of Jollity" builds to crescendo--I nearly wept with joy. Afterwards, they hooked up a keyboard and let us play it ourselves, resulting in such once-in-a-lifetime happenings as Jonathan Williams playing the "Imperial March" from Star Wars and Nick playing the Pokémon theme song...ON A FRICKIN' ZEUSAPHONE! I can't stress that enough. Kudos, GASH, for bringing the awesome.
Regarding Scav Olympics, several of the events played out as epically as hoped. Live Action Battleship was endlessly entertaining, especially when it consisted of a prone dude getting water balloons in the junk. Absolutely no humans were harmed in the Cockfighting item, which was also a joy to behold. Dead chickens covered in razor blades being swung around at each other--let it never be said that Scav has become toothless in its old age! Pie fight and the peanut butter item both resulted in people covered in horribly sticky food, to the delight of young and old alike. All in all, a pretty good year for Olympics.
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