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Jason

4:59pm CDT Monday 23 July 2007 (day 13635)

Been mostly playing with Jason today, in a non Michael Jackson kind of way. Splashing antics at the pool, including Xtreem Freestyle Walking into the pool, Xtreem Slowstyle Walking with Francois on his head, and then Xtreem Submerged Chair Standing, and Xtreem Tanner Flipping, and Xtreem Coughing to "block" the noise of thunder from the life guards who were like, "y'all are too entertaining for us to kick you out."

Then in his cabin, Xtreem jumping onto his bed from the framework into which the bed sleeps when people aren't sleeping on it. And peer pressuring Ashley and Jackie to jump as well.

Mwahahahah fun times.

Jason's xtreem pool walking:

Jason hang-jumping onto his bed:

Rob jumping onto Jason's bed:

cookout

7:48pm CDT Monday 23 July 2007 (day 13635)

The young adults sponsored a cookout out in the pavillion to which several non-YAs came, including my mom and That Guy. Just beforehand, I had scooped up the Japanese fashion magazines that had become stacked on the floor after people scoped them in my cabin, and brought them over to the YA cabins near the YA tent under which many folding chairs are gathered; basically I wanted to hear how Jackie and Ashley would react to the pics.

No one really encouraged intergenerational mingling during the cookout, but I enjoyed sitting across from Jackie and Ashley as they fiddled with each other's food and playfully bickered about which condiments should(n't) go where.

They left in turns, and my mom came in for a landing. I told her about the Xtreem Sportz we had been doing in the pool.

The YAs upwind from us started smoking so we bounced to the table where That Guy was chatting with Arlene and a couple others about how someone Arlene knows (I'm guessing Dane) would rescue baby possums from the pouches of dead possums on the road. Jon said it sounded a lot like looting.

The story was one-upped by a woman who bummed a cigarette of a guy who said it was a Dead Man cigarette. "A what?"

Turns out he regularly lifted cigarettes from corpses when he went to the scene of a death.

eek! She stopped bumming cigarettes off him.

After basically everyone had left, Ma, Jon and I Walked up the hill and came across a family from Ma's church. They had a big dog who greeted me and accepted by half cob of fully eaten corn. I was afraid he might choke (big dog), but the owner eventually recovered it.

"I assume you don't want this any more."

True.

Came back to my cabin, nearly clogged the toilet (not with TP), met Sean Briscoe who used to live on Guam, and now about to head to the other cabins.

silent football

12:32am CDT Tuesday 24 July 2007 (day 13636)

After a fun game of skipping the nerf football thing on the tarp, I gave the Japanese magazines to Ashley and Jackie, and watched as they reacted to the images. I'm glad that overall they agreed there were definitely some differences. I want the differences to be geographically based, not chronologically based.

Cassie invited me to Mr Dictate a game of Silent Football. What I'm realizing now: we should have had a stenographer.

The game started off strong, spilled many bottles of beer, especially in two particular points of the circle, then reformed with just five people, including one 2-way-wormhole and 1 black hole.

I was starting to fall asleep and a couple of them headed off to smoke, so I think we're done.