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So, this week there’s actually a siesta period after lunch and as an assistant Scoutmaster for a unit of provos, I stepped up to the plate and we began jumping rope.  After quickly exhausting a number of black tweener stereotypes we got more competative.  Someone challenged the three staff members and I went second after Andy who got 11 jumps.  Someone started singing “Miss Mary Mack” and was out after getting hit in the face while doubled over laughing.

Kevin Ott got up next and to secure my record of not being last I yelled “FAIL!” every time the rope came around.  My record of 9 was three times the three he got in before he also failed to jump while doubled over.

Victory through adversity.

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Kevin,

One of the most delightful comedies of manners Kevin you passed to me was the time the guys from your WPC whipped out a frisbee and asked anyone if they wanted to play “disc”.  After hearing that I made a number of jabs concerning playing “sphere” instead of soccer and “parabolic surface of revolution” for football.

Well, I’ve found a product that can disambiguate this disc problem.  It’s called a titsbee.  I don’t think I’ll be able to use them at camp.

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Kevin,

One of the most delightful comedies of manners Kevin you passed to me was the time the guys from your WPC whipped out a frisbee and asked anyone if they wanted to play “disc”.  After hearing that I made a number of jabs concerning playing “sphere” instead of soccer and “parabolic surface of revolution” for football.

Well, I’ve found a product that can disambiguate this disc problem.  It’s called a titsbee.  I don’t think I’ll be able to use them at camp.

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  1. A smear of photos from the staff reunion mostly focusing on volleyball.  Flickr set
  2. Kevin Ott, a long time member of Ockanickon’s Varsity Sleep Team wasn’t awake by noon thirty so we went to roust him.  The process was both simple and inefficient, a proper Ockanickon solution.  Six people surrounded him, lifted his bed, shook fiercely and set him back down.  He was awoken by Scout Spirit.
  3. Harold Frederick didn’t make it but had RSVP’d.  I hope he’s okay.
  4. My iTune’s track library exploded and I foolishly synced my iPod afterwards destroying about everything in its library.  We drove there listening to the Royal Albert Hall Cast of Les Miserables and back to Air Supply and the barbershop group Gas House Gang.  To avoid such complications, I’ll have a copy of Abbey Road on CD as backup.

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Kevin and I set up the projector in Palmer and started playing Arkanoid on the wall when we were raided by an infinite (>6) number of Cub Scouts that upon seeing a giant video game on the wall split into equal sized groups, one dedicated to yelling “can I play?” the other running in front of the screen and doing horendous ballet moves.  We began kicking them out and they’d come back with their parent that’d drop them off in some twisted version of daycare so they could back to ignoring their children (why else join Cub Scouting?)  After about 45 minutes of one fat kid proving that he’d be rejected by women for the rest of his life by walking in front of the screen and yelling “look at me!” Kevin looked me straight in the eyes and said “Gha, it’s like we’re being attacked by birth control.”

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Kevin, Zack and I were brainstorming ways to improve camp morale and came to a simple conclusion: the only way to improve morale is the have Butch Patrick who played Eddie Munster show up week 5 and perform “What Happened to Eddie?” with Eddie and the Monsters.