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Thread: Benefits of long term posting?
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01-23-2016, 09:43 AM #101
Fuck. 10 years and I don't feel like a long term poster.
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01-23-2016, 09:52 AM #102
Benefits of long term posting?
Iceman is the only one I see who was signed in in 01 -- who were you talking to back then?
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01-23-2016, 10:05 AM #103Head down, push foreword
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This place didn't pick up till the exodus from the powder boards after they deleted a bunch of threads in 03 maybe?
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01-23-2016, 10:17 AM #104
Yeah lots of 04 sign-ins
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01-23-2016, 11:23 AM #105
The hunt for Jesse James was classic. Even the boss thought it was gold. I have probably learned more than I have been able to share, bought more than sold but contributed when I could.
Benefits? I know I have and hope that gets to be more of a two way street."Dad, I can huck that"
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01-23-2016, 11:39 AM #106
Yep, this is where I like to hang out when I have a little time. I started skiing late in life and around 2007 the jong in me thought "ya Park City, that looks fun for a newby". So I google Park City and end up in the skiing forum. Loved what I quickly saw and joined to ask a Park City question, the resulting posts made me laugh so hard, I loved how you guys fucked with me. "PM Hutch, he is the director of tourism for PC and will hook you up" and stuff like that. I have been hooked ever since.
I tell my wife you can find out anything on TGR, if it hasn't been posted about already, just ask. I have met some of the nicest people evar from this board and while I lurk more now, you can rest assured I will always be in the corner, nursing a beer and laughing at all the silly shit I hear here. You guys & ladies
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01-23-2016, 11:59 AM #107
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01-23-2016, 12:37 PM #108Funky But Chic
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There weren't very many people at all prior to the exodus, Woodsy was kind of the main guy and there were a few others. Then Owens installed new software to handle the higher traffic and all the people who were signed up got reset to 2003 join dates except for me, Woodsy and I think a couple others. Can't remember why that happened, I think Owens went back in and changed us back to our original join dates, we were probably bitching about it.
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01-23-2016, 12:56 PM #109
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So I'm bored, here we go.
The advent of the internet messenger ski board was on the legendary old rec.ski.alpine bbs and worldwide BBS and mail services.
Legendary you ask?
Yes. See, it was the site of a contentious argument that spilled into real life death threats and bans, restraining orders and all sorts of just insane things.
http://www.wired.com/1999/11/usenet-...lippery-slope/
So yeah, serious shit.
The flame out from rec.skiing.alpine was epic, but that didn't deter a bunch of people hanging out at the old K2 ski forum, which sadly is shittly archived online because of the preponderance of websites to use FLASH to code their pages back then. This time is pre 2001 and many of the characters involved in the old K2 ski forum are still involved on this site.
At this point, I was just a lurker, logging in to read stories.
As well, on the Powder magazine website, they spun up a message board. This is really where the board "took off".
Most of the original morons from K2 made the transition over to Powder magazine message board, but the board still wasn't populated like the TGR message board is now. It would be like a tumbleweed blowing through downtown Silverton during the summer. I joined under the name "stuck in hell" joining people like pinner, phUnk, Rusty_Nails, Superstar Punani, Iceman, Beaver, JR, easyrdr and Floater (before he was ordained to be The Reverand Floater), Armchair Extreme, Endlessseason, Grandpa Cletus, MT, d-day, HUGEAIRDOG, lemonboy, herman (who also later changed his name), Teamdirt, Meatdrink9, and Owens Never Sleeps (who will have a part on this story much later).
As you can see, in 2001 there were only 1366 members and a high number of these were troll accounts like "Mr Pound Key" (which was brought over from K2) and "Geronimo!"
Both of these were created to flame users, mercilessly.
The list of topics and topic creators is a list of the original members and people that many of us still call friends.
It was the kind of place that you needed to wait a bit to post and get the feel of the vibe and the lingo of the place (much like these days) because the flaming would be relentless. I actually remember getting a massive amount of shit for my first post which was a complaint about getting the bar slammed down on my head on a chairlift. There was essentially a cult around Igneous skis. And this was before you could buy skis online, so you would ask for someone to send you an order form for Igneous skis that had all the types and flex listed.
Many of the early trip reports were just people recounting they day they had a snowbird or A-basin. There were threads about Berthoud pass ski area closing (15 years ago).
McConkey and Gaffney both posted on the board (very infrequently) back in the day as Cliff Huxtable and Huckasoreass. There were even Gaffney/McConkey trip reports.
People like Powslut (who later was involved in the photo sharing site Biglines),
JR, and Beaver posted from Canada and an absolutely epic thread was created called
"CANADA THE 51st STATE"
Which resulted in a seemingly unending and amazing flame war.
With more people posting, more people starting using the aforementioned photo site Biglines, which originally (I believe) was a message board and photo hangout for kids in Canada/British Columbia. The board at that time utilized it as a way to upload and share photos and the trip reports really began to blossom. This was really before you could share video easily in any kind of way, and taking video meant bringing up a camcorder to the ski area or taking it on a really really really shitty camera on a flip phone.
OR THIS SHIT
Pinner was still in NYC, D-Day was still in Utah and Floater was delivering sermons on high.
Now it is important to notice that the earliest usable images/items I can find for the board are in April of 2001, but the board had already been around for a number of years before that. There just aren't great archives prior to that.
It seems obvious to state this but there were no real social networks, no facebook, instagram, reddit, there were a few ski places on IRC (ask your parents) and BBS systems, but fucking GOOGLE wasn't even a really big thing yet. Prodigy was still a fucking thing. So yeah, this was it, if you wanted online connection.
To-Be-Continued/Flushed out when my little one takes her nap.Last edited by Odin; 01-23-2016 at 01:51 PM.
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01-23-2016, 01:16 PM #111
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And so,
It's 2001 and the morning of September 11th, Pinner posts a thread of
"RUN FOR THE HILLS" which starts with him and others liveblogging the 9-11 attacks on NYC from the inside of the city. Offers of places to stay and Maggots coordinating together to help those in NYC start an additional foundation of community that this board still shares. At this point, people were starting to meet each other in real life.
Now at this time, the idea of telling someone that you were going to meet a complete stranger who had the nickname of "Grandpa Clitoris" that you only knew from a ski message board was a pretty crazy thing to admit. However, the bonds of people knowing each other grew by meeting them in real life and realizing they weren't all homicidal knife wielding clowns..... mostly.
So, in the meantime, the name of a "Powder Maggot" was generated.
This is quite easy to understand.
Powder - Where we were
Maggot = Magazine
After all, the URL for the website was powdermag.com so it really didn't take much to jump to being the powder maggots.
Powder Maggot became the correct terminology. The first community project was the Fistful of Maggot (of some variation thereof) t-shirt which some people still have.
Meanwhile, in December of 2001, a user name Easyrdr posted a thread titled
heating truck bed
Which became one of the all-time classic powdermaggot stories about a man that heated his truck bed and went on an epic country wide ski tour, reporting from different locations and meeting up with maggots who took him in, fed him and helped him stay alive.
He traveled around and skied where he could, his dog got sick, his truck broke down, he lost his job, and he kept the positivity and stoke coming.
At the same time Gorillo and Dude_Le_skibum joined. They were tree planters in Canada who worked their ass off planting trees for the Canadian government so they could ski during the time they had off. Gorillo had one of the all-time-ever gnarliest stories to grace the throes of Powdermag/TGR about a trip gone wrong on Rodgers Pass, where gorillo ended up eviscerated by a tree limb and holding his guts on the ski out. Fucking hell.
At some point, in 2001, the summit was suggested as a way to get everyone together. The place picked was Salt Lake City in March of 2002.
I flew in to SLC and got over to Dmitiris where there was a karaoke mixer. I missed the first day of skiing, but managed to hook up with the maggots. This was the scene that I walked into.
There was instant bonding, and we skied.
Yours truly wrote the horribly scrawled MAAAAGGGOTTTSSS
And maggots from all over the United States and Canada skied together for the first time.
That day I met the person that would be the best man at my wedding some 10 years later. I met lifelong friends and people I consider part of a very weird extended family. The Hawaiian print coats were won by people as swag and worn everywhere over the next few days.
Cliffs were hucked
And we all returned to out daily life. For me it was enough to convince me that I was doing things in my life wrong. So I contacted some people finally left behind my shit job, and found out through Owens Never Sleeps that a friend of his had a job in Alaska.
I took that job, flew up to Alaska and met up with Rusty Nails to stay at his house. I interviewed with a job in Valdez, and then left without telling anyone in my family but my sister, driving up to Anchorage overnight.
But that's my story, and not the story of the board, but you can already see the connections from the board forming.
Back to the board, now.
After the summit, Splat (who also wrote things for powder at that time) wrote a piece about the first internet ski summit in Powder Magazine. After this feature hit, the message board exploded in size. There were new people, there were people that thought the new people sucked.
Same as it ever was.
Meanwhile, Primedia (which now owned Powder magazine) started to interfere more and appointed a new CEO to manage things. Overnight they essentially deleted a massive amount of data that was a large number of trip reports, photos and historical information from the Powdermag board. This includes the aformentioned RUN FOR THE HILLS and nearly everything before 2001. People were fucking pissed.
But I've jumped ahead a bit
TO BE CONTINUED....
PFNRLast edited by Odin; 01-23-2016 at 03:42 PM.
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Quick Detour:
This is an excerpt from the letter of Gorillo from 2004:
"I have this thing about skiing. I find it beautiful the way we can paint that white canvas with our skis leaving zipper lines on the way up and smooth strokes of our brush on the way down. T'is something I've grown fond of in the wide open hill of Chile, looking back at our Van Gogh or Picasso. I'm much more a Van Gogh than a Picasso, In fact it itches me to see an Abastact painting on the hill. To me it has to flow romantically.
All that to say that I try as best I can to ski a line top to bottom with as much fluidity, rhytym and continuity as possible. Therefore no stopping or traversing or skiing off fall line. Bourgeois skiing I know but I like that dimention of it. When I can ski a line like that, that is when I fell I skied it well in harmony with the mountain.
To get back to that Avi Path, that one path that kicked my ass or sliced my abdomen open if you like. I roll into it and I can see all the way down, looks straight forward. About 10 meters wide and 400meters long of epic turns. As I take this leap of faith I fell the snow moving around me.
"No problem, I'm going fast enough and it is seemingly wide open bellow me. I just gotta keep in front of me. It is only the top layer sloughing on me ( running snow about 5cms deep at max - enough to push you around but not to barry you). I'm managing it well, it is totally adding a new dimension to the run. Mother Nature is Dancing with me !
She side steeps. Quickly I come to realise that the right side of the run cliffs-out. The run is in fact cut in two by a diagonal Cliff. It is about 30 feet on the right slimming down to mere pillows on the skiers left. I come in above it on the right and with what felt like perfect symbiosis I followed the edge. Without changing the radius of my turns I would be able to carve around the cliff not wanting to launch off anything on accounts of my banged up shoulder and the fact that we are pretty deep in and help is quite a ways away.
She stabes me in the stomack and twists the knife, not fond of my dancing she was. I was caugh by my own moves. The snow moving behind me catches up as I hesitate to find my way around the cliff. I clips my feet and throws me over the lip. My inertia is moving towards the left, the cliff is to my right and the snow is coming straight down. I don't fall with much speed as the vectors anul themselves.
"I can deal with this, I've jumped bigger voluntarily..."
I turn my body in the air and brace for landing, there is so much snow around I'm not expecting much of a problem. Problem is that there is a ten foot high broken tree stump ( 15cm diameter) right in the spot where I'm gonna come down on about 15 feet underneath me. My skies prove to be useless tree shields once again and I eat the meat of it in the Abdomen and bouce off falling the next 15 feet to the ground. I just got out of an other advanced first aid course and it is all too real for me. My first patient : me.
Pause for the faint hearted.
I get pushed down a little ways more by the rest of the snow rolling off the cliff. I come to a stop. I peal off my pack and gasp for air. ABC check : Oh I'm breathing and my pulse is a little fast : good. I have this warm feeling in the abdomen,groin ( my balls never ever hurt soo much - vice grip type pain) and down my right femor. I think I'm bleeding inside, I punctured my aorta or my kidney or colon or something.
I sincerely think to myself that I'm gonna die right here and now. Interestingly enough I'm OK with that. Just sucks for Mighty who is gonna have to deal with a corpse. She's my inspiration to get out of there. Thanks Mighty.
"yee ha, wooohooo !" cries of joy coming from the avi path Mighty dove into.
"Catherine j'ai mal !" Is the only things I manage to scream. Mighty comes hastily over. We open my jacket and check out my upper abdomen. Looks fine exept some bloating and distention in the lower right quadrant. We can't really get a good look at it cause I for my ski pant over alls cover most of the area and we are in the middle of a rather steep couloir.
Mighty gets my ass moving, I crawl down the steep couloir and traverse to were she intices me to put my skis back on. A little binding repait and we are on our way. Slowly may I add. I did not want to move. Never have I had suck pain in my life. Body says no more but mind say go boy go.
Give her while you still can.
We traverse until she had to put my skins on. Up to the snow cave we go. She grabs Pu Dog, a bivy, sleeping bag and the stove. I'm waiting in the snow and check out my stomack.
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, I got a two inch hole in my abdominal wall and there is a chunk of intestines hanging out. Talk about your hernia ! I secure it as best I can using my long underwear to hold it all in ( yeah, that didn't work). I decide not to tell her what I find.
She arrive back by my side and I get a lick and a kiss from...the dog. " On y va." I follow her tracks in the fresh snow. At every twenty paces or so I have to stop and gather myself. The first section is flat traversing, I can handle that fine. My right leg only moves about one quater of it's range and I can't lift it off the snow. All I can do is glide it along kinda like a limp leg.
The second section is a not so steep downhill. I have to put pressure on my bad leg and I have no control. I use my good leg to steer. Every bump provoque a braveheart-when-he-gets-tortured-at-the-end type pain. Mighty looks at me and smiles, a kind, loving, peaceful smile, the kind of smile that will get you to walk 3km out of the woods with your intestines hanging out.
I'm at the one step at a time pace, not knowing when I gonna pass out for good. We keep going till we get to the mine field. All I can think about is this is gonna hurt. Mighty leads the way finding the smouthest path. At this point when I rest on my ski poles I pass out. I loose touch for a second and have to slap my ass back to reality. How I would like to just lay there and roll into a warm sleep.
So we make it one steep closer to the road and we can hear th cars and trucks. One more push and we there. Breaks are shorter and we move fast. The last crawl is up the snow bank to the rollo onto the road.
What was it and hour and a half till the ambulance got there. No one wanted to transport us to town. Mighty was fighting hard, but to no avail. I was left on my hands and knee in the slush on the side of the highway in the wet snow for a little while till she braught me a sleeping pad, covered me with a sleeping bag and a bivy sac. I was cold, very cold. Some rangers get there and decide they wanna move me into a truck. They try and move me but I start puking from the pain. I tell ya puking when your avbs are ripped ( in a literal meaning) and your intestines are hanging out. The pain of the puking makes me puke even more. I have to make myself stop...
Still at this point no one knows that my intestines are out of my stomack and in my long underwear.
The ambulance finaly gets there and they load me up. Revelstoke only town where the ambulance attendants wear avalanche transievers, I found that kinda cool. Inside they ask me what happened again. Talking is reduced to a whisper and it hurts. You use your abs a lot when you talk. I tell them exactly what I know. They cut my pants and underwear fully exposing my abdomen and jowls for that matter. She was kinda cute the ambulance attendant and I was laying there naked with my bowls and bawls exposed, gezz what a first expression.
The ski out extended my cut to six inches and I had a foot of intestines hanging out.
I get greated in hospital by the doctor ready to operate. They stick it all back in and send me completly naked to get a cat scan in a city I don't know where I don't know anybody and I'm on heavy drugs. I end up spending a week there but that is a totally other story. An epic in itsefl. Mighty Cream and Louis visited and gave me a sweet kenny hat to wear around the hospital. Thanks guyz it gave me strenght. My mom came out and so did Gen to kidnapp me and take me home. At the end of my stay, my story had travelled the hospital and grown into Hollywoodesque proportion and I was reffered to as Rambo. Hardly appropriate. You do what you gotta do, could have done it without my Mighty.
Moral of the story :
I'm Alive, your Alive, lets go out and play.
Love you all"
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01-23-2016, 04:20 PM #114
Nice Timewarp, Odin.
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01-23-2016, 04:27 PM #115
thanks for sharing!
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Ok, so Splat writes the first summit story about the trip to Utah (mainly Alta)
and it is now 2002, I'm searching for a job anywhere, I get one in Alaska, and I'living in Valdez.
Meanwhile the 2003 Summit is being organized by Big E who has a thankless task of trying to corral everyone into the confines of Canada for approximately a week.
There's even a Geocities page to help organize the summit (no, it no longer exists) and emails/polls about where to go. Everyone settles on the Nelson area with trips to other locations.
During one of the days of the summit there was a vert challenge with sponsors of the maggots in question donating money and the maggots donating that money to charity.
The final "standings" of the Vert Challenge were:
1 - gincognito, 35k
2 - Armchair Extreme, 26k
3(tie) - TJ Brk, joshbu, Z-Bo, dodger, 24k
4(tie) - LegoSkier, skiergirl, Grandpa Cletus, 19k
5 - Rehabit, 17k
6(tie) - Great Cornholio, dougw, 12k
7(tie) - gonzo and crew, 10k
Canada ends up being epic amounts of good fun with many illicit things happening on the road including the time REDACTED gave me REDACTED at the border before I headed up to lake louise. We also received a private tour of Lake Louise from powslut and I watched gincognito nearly impale himself on a rock of a blind takeoff huck with the warning back of "Um, I wouldn't drop that anymore."
In the end there were likely 40 or more maggots that made the trip for the 2003 summit including the following,
*Cannonball
*ColdSmoke
*endlesseason
*gincognito
*Grandpa Cletus
*mcfridge
*Meat's of Evil
*mntlion
*Snow_Dog
*SteepnDeep + ?
*TJBrk
*weibo + 2
ArmchairExtreme
backpack + 3
beaver
Big E + 1
dougoftheptexiron + 2
fiddler
gonzo + 3
Great Cornholio
GT40
joshbu
Karl Stall
L7
LegoSkier
meatdrink9
Merlyn
Rehabit + 2
skiergirl + 1
ubersheist
Vtskibum + 1
The powmag board is blowing up at this point, in terms of numbers.
Meanwhile, Owens Never Sleeps is also the creator/moderator of the TGR website and forum. Without posting that much about it, a few of us create accounts over on the TGR board. My first account here wasn't even this account. There is, at times, a growing disconnect between some who had been around for a while and all the n00bs. This is nothing new. At this point, now, the board has gone through a couple surges. However, there is also a dramatic increase of PRIMEDIA fucking with us. This all culminates with the mentioned 2003 data cleanse where so much good information was lost. Trip reports, postings, pictures, things that were really considered important for the community. There was a bit of a rebellion, people were pissed. An admin named Daniel posted on the board, was roasted, and became the devil. The data wasn't recovered, and people remained pissed. Pissed at PRIMEDIA, pissed at Daniel, and just irritated. At one point, I think there was another purge, and even accounts somehow became disabled. I can't remember every stitch of detail but the moral of the story is that the history got purged and people got pissed. However, people were already starting to move over even as early as November 2002.
There was a suggestion of a mass move to TGR, there was a schism, there was just about everything including both boards running at the same time with the same people posting between both.
Even as recent as 2006 people still wondered what the hell happened.
As you can see, TGR in 2003 was about 1000 accounts and a max number of 105 people online at 12/3/2003
And it just grew from there.
Owens gave us a sanctuary where the stuff that we had as a history wasn't going to be destroyed, but sadly it couldn't fix the stuff we lost. Most of us converted over time, some right away. Eventually Powder shut down the message board, but it was long dead before they did that. Killed by a fucking dickhead named Daniel and the team that decided to delete all the files.
To Be Continued:
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So now the transition is beginning and more and more people plow into TGR.
There was a Tahoe summit which i was unable to attend and more people started to form small get togethers at their local hill. The Mini-summit at Mammoth being one of the larger examples. People had a car camping summit at Hood for a number of years.
There was a mini summit in Utah in 2004
When "Meet me at Germ", became "Meet me at Collins"
I'm sure that others know where all the summer summit pics are from the 4th of July. Meanwhile, people started to become involved in others lives in a real tangible way. Meatdrink threw a number of legendary parties and home demolition parties (it seemed) at his house in Denver. Tahoe peeps spent an inordinate time talking about Tim Cohee and hanging out in cabins. Tonghands thrilled us all with pantsuit
JUST FUCKING READ IT ----> http://www.tetongravity.com/forums/s...-A-Trip-Report <----- JUST FUCKING READ IT
PANTSUIT
PANT SUIT
PANTSUIT
The Finger Mustache was also created by Tap
and we went to South America in The Huevo.
Myself,
Grandpa Cletus
Cornholio
Adolph Aller-busch
The Reverend Floater
and
Ladies.
And we skied around chile and argentina, living out of a van, chasing storms and making asses of ourselves (well me, anyway)
We met up with Dude_le_skibum and gorillo (told you we would get back to them) who had figured out how to turn tree planting into a job that allowed them to spend months in South America living in a house and skiing.
Dude_Le (louis) was and is one of the best skiers I've skied with. He was just fast as shit. Gorillo (phil) took us into their company and showed us around Termas de Chillan.
We hooked up with Javi who had a terminal form of cancer and was on the path to "Living before he started dieing"
Javi and The Reverand Floater
Grandpa Cletus scanning the vista
Meanwhile Basom and Thelonious existed.
The Ricci Zone (which exists outside the grey area) was explored
No Ka Oi's were shralped
There was rancor in the backcountry
To be continued and filled out (likely) (the kids waking up)
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01-23-2016, 05:23 PM #118Funky But Chic
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^^^^ohhhh shiiiit. Remember fuckahamster^^^ goddam that was a nutty bitch.
There was a mini summit in Nelson in 2001 I think. A bunch of us skied Whitewater, Red, and did a cat day. Dexter, Me, Cletus, Natty Dread, Buster, Grizz and Grizz (two guys who've known each other their whole lives and somehow had the same nickname), Armchair Extreme, PowPyg, his son K2Stu, and I'm sure I'm blanking on more. We spent much of our time in Nelson hiding from JR. Like 14 of us went to this restaurant and the chirpy blond waitress comes up and asks, "So where are you all from?"
Dexter looks up and says, deadpan, "We're from the internet."
She walked away slowly, looking a bit troubled.
edit: I still have my No Ka Oi's and my Powdermaggots tee shirt, along with some assorted shinjuku bukkake wear.
Odin, please tell me you have some Thelonious links or screen shots.Last edited by iceman; 01-23-2016 at 05:34 PM.
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Oh shit, I totally forgot about that. There's definitely a TON more stories like that as well out there that I don't either know or don't remember. And I'm laughing may ass at the "hiding from JR"
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01-23-2016, 05:31 PM #120
Good stuff Odin, nice to see so much written out clearly for those of us who are new. I'm at around 10 years of being registered, some lurking before. I think I've met 50-100 people from here and gotten along with all of them so far.
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01-23-2016, 05:34 PM #121~
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Note: There's a great story about how pinner skied the 2nd (I think second) day of the first summit for free, and did so in very classic style.
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01-23-2016, 05:45 PM #123Funky But Chic
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The thing was, for a while there, the comedy level was so high that it was completely abnormal. It was like walking into the National Lampoon Headquarters in 1972. Really unbelievable the level it was at for a while there. Roo and Basom in particular were just so ridiculously funny that it was unreal, but there were lots of smart funny people together for a while and it rocked.
It just couldn't last like that. And it didn't. But I'm a glass-half-full kinda guy and I still like it here.
BRING BACK CHAT
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01-23-2016, 05:52 PM #124
There was a chat created semi recently. Maybe last year or two years ago?
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01-23-2016, 05:56 PM #125Funky But Chic
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