Monday, May 11, 2020

Van Log, 1994: Yukon Territory

Refreshment.
3:15 am: I'm in the Yukon! At the gas station, all the lights were off & they turned them all on - even their pump lights -just for us! The people people are friendly, very heavy Canadian accents. Driving the mountains at night is bizarre. You see all kinds of bizarre things, and that's how my last couple of hours have been going.

Coming in through the Yukon, there was some extremely muddy territory where they were doing construction, which was extremely disorienting because all the lights from the work vehicles were glaring off of my face... ...My face!... were glaring off the windshield. I'm about half asleep. In fact, I'm making this entry to stay awake. It looks like the road's moving. I hope I make it out alive.

6:40 am: It may seem like a dumb thing to tell you about, but we just saw a fox & it was all bushy tailed. I'm glad we didn't strike him down with this van. He had a white tip on his tail. Skinny clever fox. I'm glad we didn't hit him. He's still out there and I hope he never sticks his nose in a porcupine quill.

Porcupine #9! We're stopped behind a Yukon school bus & a school boy's getting on. He looks totally Americanized - he's got the slick hair, he's got the BUM sweatshirt, taking a seat toward the back of the bus. We're about 45 miles East of Whitehorse, by the way. It's called "Diversified". That's all it says on the side of the bus. No number, no school system. Just "Diversified". I was hoping they'd be, like, Jed Clampet kids.

Yukon Pancakes, courtesy of Todd & Laura.

We pulled over in Whitehorse. Cooked some pancakes and Laura made some strawberry & banana syrup. Mmmmmm...delicious. We're gonna clean up this mess a bit, then go get coffee somewhere and decide where & when to go.

7:05 am: We just had coffee at a nice little restaurant & we saw the new Drum package! It's a lot tougher lookin', looks bigger; and seeing the new Drum package, you realize how sissy the old Drum packed looks. We're gonna get two hitch hikers.

We just dropped off some hitchhikers going down to Vancouver. Just picked them up for maybe a couple of miles...took them to the highway. One guy sounded Australian, but I didn't ask. He had a nice coat though, I got one like it.

Now, I like the new Drum package for what we're gonna be doing in Alaska, but the old Drum package has some class. So when I go out on the town, I think I'll look for the old Drum package. I mean, it's got the regal blue & gold and it looks really nice. That's good that I have options now. I can dress my Drum with my attire.

Here's Mel on Hitler: Hitler's generals (particularly Goering) said, "We could take Canada easily and that would be a great blow to Great Britain". And Hitler - quote - "laughed" and said, "Why would we want that? All that's gonna do is attract unwanted attention from the Americans and it isn't worth shit anyway". No way. He didn't see the Yukon. He didn't drive the 99 North. He never saw our lake. He never saw the pine trees. He never saw shit. The moss & lichens. He never saw Wall Drug, or he would've been in South Dakota. Yet another of Hitler's follies.

1:45 pm: We saw a lemming.

1:50 pm: We may be in Pachyderm country. There's been two of them all loaded with shit. Hauling their cars with them so they can set up a little home & watch TV and all that other bullshit. Fucking Sam's Club members. I hope we don't see any more.

We just passed a weird little cemetery by the highway and it had little houses in it. Maybe crude mausoleums. Pretty weird looking, kind of took us by surprise a little bit.

Mel's island.
Dall sheep.
3:48 pm - Medical Report: Todd slammed his right middle finger in the door. We're at the site of Mel's future tower, Coin Lake. It's beautiful and we've had another accident.

Laura's giving puffed rice to the seagulls and they seem to really like it a lot. They're gobbling it up. We're going to try to tape some seagulls chirping.

[Sound of seagulls chirping]

We put a trail of bread into the van and the fat one ate it all. But he won't come in. He's shy of audio recorders.

There's a sheep walking down the mountain! Now he's stumbling in the middle of the road! He's cute. Laura's going out with a carrot to try to tame the sheep. He's walking away. It's going up the mountain...and he almost fell. Now a seagull's going over to eat the carrot that Laura threw in the road. Laura got mad because he wouldn't eat it. The mountain goat is now running up a steep hill. If he falls, I'll tell you.

4:07 pm: I just tried to have a little encounter with a mountain goat; but he didn't like the carrot, so he took off up the mountain.

What did he say?

He said, "Waaaughhhh!!!!"

4:28 pm: We just saw our second lemming of the day. He's not anywhere near a cliff so maybe he's not afraid to be independent of the hoard of lemmings. We just entered "Destruction Bay", site of our last trip's beer run. Their sign is a bulldozer that says, "Welcome To Destruction Bay".

5:25 pm: I've just received a field dressing of paper towels and duct tape from Laura, who applied her veterinary science knowledge to my fingernail. Now my finger kind of looks like a dog's paw. It's all...I don't know...I'm just waiting for the border patrol to ask me what's in it.

Mel's made a nice sign. It says: "Faithful servants of our country, It would be greatly appreciated if you, in your diligent search for criminal possessions, would kindly replace those items that you open, move, or otherwise dishevel. Thank you, The residents of the van PS. God Bless you."

That's pretty cocky. Will it do us any good? I'll bet a roll of duct tape that it won't do us any good.
OK, I'll bet a fine leather thong that there will be less destruction than the last time we came through here. And I'll also bet a second fine leather thong that, even if they're complete total dick asshole motherfuckers, we'll still get a comment about the sign.

Well, I don't have a problem with that. I fully agree with that.

Now, wait a minute! I'm gonna bet a roll of duct tape against a leather thong???

I know, you're ripping me off. You can do anything with a leather thong! You can make a necklace from a fine leather thong.

Or duct tape.

Yeah, but it's much more stylish with a thong.

No, it's not. Silver is futuristic.

I'm talking about tasteful fashion here.

So am I! OK, duct tape for thong. Get out! ... Fuck it! It's fun to gamble.

If they're really irritable, that "God bless" could be seen as a little cocky and that could be the difference between a quick search and a long, drawn-out search.

That's possible, but what's to say we don't really mean "God bless you"? Who's to say that??
I have a rotten banana. I'm sure not gonna waste it, I'm gonna eat it. This book here says that, "Godfather Peyote" makes the unborn baby dance inside it's mother's womb. Hmmm.....

5:48 pm: Once again stuck behind a pachyderm hauling a vehicle. And we're on a shitty dirt and oil covered road. And it's starting to rain. At the first possible opportunity...We're passing this fucker. Make sure it's clear...it's looking pretty good...Hell's bells, here we go! We're even with the pachyderm...We're gone. We're on our way. Good riddance, you bastard.

7:01 pm: The last sign we saw said "3 Miles". We must be near the border because it wasn't measured in Kilometers. We made a gas stop near the end of our Canada trip, at Beaver Creek. We had 4 nice showers. We want to get to Alaska and get out of here. Hopefully we're in Alaska soon.

And indeed we were! 
Alaska - the final leg of our journey lies ahead.
Just one Border Patrol to go.

Or, go anywhere:  
Forward by Todd               South Dakota, pt. 1               Washington
Leaving Indiana                South Dakota, pt. 2               British Columbia
Illinois                               Wyoming                               Hyder, AK (side trip)
Wisconsin                         Montana                                Yukon Territory
Minnesota                         Idaho                                     Alaska

Van Log, 1994: Alaska

7:47 pm: Welcome to Alaska! The pavement begins here! We're now going to Customs to see what happens there. See what kind of shit they give us... Hellfire! Baton down the hatches!! We're at Customs.

Hello.

Where are you all headed?

Valdez.

Where you coming from?

Indiana.

Everybody U.S. citizens?

Yep.

Let me see I.D. from everybody please.

Alright.

Any firearms on board today?

Nope. Noooo....

Go ahead and shut the vehicle off. I want you to come inside and fill out a customs declaration for me.

Okay.

Leave the keys in the ignition. Come on in. Make sure you bring your purses and bags.
That guy inside was the most intimidating fucker I ever saw. I felt guilty. My hands were shaking.
No shit! I thought something in there would pass as pot. He pulled that pin out of my wallet & I thought, "Oh Shit!" and it wasn't even for drugs! I just had it! 

He's good.

They found resin on my knife. The guy knew it was resin, but he didn't want to push the issue because that's all they found. My heart was racing. That was the best customs officer I've ever seen! He should get an award. That guy was a hard ass. He was like, "Grateful Dead...hmmm...You guys have a lot of these..."

But the guys who searched the van were actually pretty nice. They just moved some stuff around. They probably found that note.

No, I had it crumpled up.

They might have though.

They didn't even look under this tag here.

No! They didn't! We could've brought a bale of dope!

No, they probably ran a dog through here and that was it.

Happy to be here. Let's buy a bag. Inside they were talking to a guy and they go, "I'd appreciate it if you don't drop or lose anything because you're on camera". Then the guy's like, "Huh! At least you got the pleasure of sayin' that"! Some hick asshole.

I'm glad to be out of there! I thought for sure I was sunk. I felt guilt for no reason. I started thinking stuff like, "OK, I did lick off those tweezers after I used them for a roach clip, didn't I"?
He didn't give me my knife back! Wait, maybe he did...yes. The law sucks.

We pulled up and he thought, "I'm gonna get these guys".

There's resin all over my knife! All Over!! Fuck, I've got resin on two of the blades that you don't use for anything else but scraping resin. I didn't even think of that. He said, "You'd better clean or lose that knife". I planned to say I bought it at a second hand shop in Montana. But we're in Alaska now! Let's all smoke a cigar! And inhale it! And play Irish drinking songs!! Yeah!!!!

8:28 pm: We made it through Customs. Fuck 'em. Yes, those are fucking Grateful Dead tickets, buddy! I was high every day for two days!! And I dropped acid three times in those twenty days, mother fucker!!! Fuck 'em.
Welcome to Alaska.
Alaskan Moose.
Another flat.
Mel handling the lug nuts.
9:25 pm: OK, we have a kind of mechanical mystery for awhile. Every time we got to 60 miles/hour, it would go, "brrrbbbb!!!!!" & everything would shake, then we heard a "Bam!", so we pulled over. I was sitting in the passenger seat, feeling the vibration, getting a little bit concerned about it & suddenly I heard this "Boom!" that Todd spoke of and, up through the fender, right into my leg, shot a projectile of an unknown consistency - but it kind of hurt. Shot through the vent. So ,the tire is just feeling like dead skin from a sunburn. It was bad, Van Log, real bad. I've got the lug-nuts loose & this is not going to be a problem. That's the sound of a lug nut going none too easy.

Can you move your knee? This jack is a bitch. The tire just rolled away. There we go. Tire in place. Mel's now putting the lug-nuts onto the lug-bolts.

Oh my God, Antifreeze! They were supposed to have fixed that! It's barely leaking. What did they do? We don't know enough to know if they did it or not.

Oh! My head's underneath the van & it's on a jack on a piece of wood! I like it, it's sunny out here. The promised land. We made it. I say we celebrate with some hacky sackin' once we get this done.
I say we go on to Valdez, but the more physical shit we do, the more we'll wear off our buzz.
What are you doing!!?? Kicking a van on a jack!!??

Should I lower it?

What do you want for Christmas next year, Todd?

A jack.

Mel shoe-gooed the Mountie over the hole from the bullet that went through the hole in the van.
...We ate at Pizza Bella and it was great. A feast. We had garlic bread & pizza and we're looking to get air in the tire, but we're not finding any. We're mere hours from Valdez & I'm excited.

Day 9, 1:18 am: There's a moose, unconcerned that we just took a picture of it. It just stood there. Big Ol' Moose. We have to find one with big antlers yet.

2:45 am: We just saw our first Alaskan porcupine walking down the road. My concentration is on the tension at the back of my neck and staying on the road.

3:52 am: I'm still kickin' and trying to get to Valdez. Won't these guys be surprised when they wake up? 91 miles to Valdez! We're gonna be in Valdez on the last full moon of May. When we left home, it was barely a sliver. This is definitely one of the most beautiful nights I've ever seen. The moon is so bright and distracting that I'm using the sun visor so I can pay attention to the road. I'm dead tired but I just can't help it, I've got to keep on truckin'.

4:58 am: 40 miles from Valdez & it's damn cold! We can't see anything, it's damn foggy. We've told you about fog before, but that was nothing but talk. This is Fog. This is bullshit! Goin' downhill in the fog on a mountain. There's a lot of snow. City center of Valdez is 19 miles from here. Laura's taking us all the way to Valdez, she's been driving for hours.

Our journey's almost over. Horse Tail Falls! We're now in Valdez city limits.

Valdez Harbor.
And so we did indeed make the trip! Here we are at our Valdez campsite with one of many new acquaintances - YaYa:

Valdez campground.
We gradually parted ways over the summer, periodically running into each other here & there, in Alaska and elsewhere.

Forward by Todd               South Dakota, pt. 1               Washington
Leaving Indiana                South Dakota, pt. 2               British Columbia
Illinois                               Wyoming                               Hyder, AK (side trip)
Wisconsin                         Montana                                Yukon Territory
Minnesota                         Idaho                                     Alaska

Sunday, May 10, 2020

The Presidential Prayer Team

Well, this is stupid. It's a sticker from an organization called the Presidential Prayer Team.  I'm now getting spammed with right wing prayer requests, but receiving this free sticker of George W. Bush praying with the ghosts of Abraham Lincoln and George Washington makes it totally worth it. 

The Presidential Prayer Team.
What a dumb thing.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, May 16, 2004]

Seyfert's Potato Chips

[Compiled from various posts on the Gilliomville message board, contributed by various Gillioms and Franks]:

Can you still get Seyfert's potato chips in Missouri? The Fort Wayne plant is apparently no more, but their main office was in Missouri. It sucks that all the little regional brands are disappearing.

In 1992 Adam and Abby wore red t-shirts saying:  "My DAD works at Seyfert's.”

I remember Rick worked for Seyfert's!  David Letterman featured Myrtle Young as a guest a number of times in the late 1980s - she was an old lady who worked at the Fort Wayne Seyfert's plant and would save all the chips that looked like objects or celebrities. So, she would come on Letterman and share different chips of note. Uncle Rick got me her autograph one year and I still have it.

Myrtle Young autograph.
Seyfert's was the main chip in the Midwest.


I never ate Lays until they totally crowded Seyfert's out of business.
Seyfert's BBQ were the best BBQ chips around.

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Fan Hat

It's a hat:
Hat.

It's a fan:
Fan.

It's a fan hat:
Fan hat.
A hat that collapses into a fan! A fan that expands into a hat!
Folds up to fit in your back pocket!
Beat the heat in style.
Aerial view.
Thank you, Chinatown!

[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, June 22, 2005]

Yet More Day Labor

I finished a week long day labor stint cleaning up supporting Disney's Space Mountain renovation. It was pretty interesting. I liked the two guys I worked with, Felix & Eli. It was fun climbing around on the scaffolding and looking down at the roller coaster track.

Labor Ready office, early in the a.m.
The girl dressed up like the Little Mermaid kept sort of flirting with my co-day laborer, Felix.  He was going to ask her out the last day, but it turned out to be her day off.

Felix, Eli, and I were hard core.  We stayed busy as hell and asked the foremen what else they needed help with whenever we ran out of things to do. On our last day, Disney brought in a couple more guys and they sucked.  One was half drunk and left after four hours, the other one stood around with a broom moving a pile of dust back and forth around a room. 

In my day-labor gear, last day working at Space Mountain.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, July 17, 2004]

Friday, May 8, 2020

Art Walkin'

My first Laguna Beach Artwalk, June, 2013.
In my stupid hat.
Add caption

Happy September, You Bastard

My contribution to the arts:

Happy September, you bastard.

[Originally posted on The Real World...Blogger Style!, Sep. 3, 2004]

Which JohnnyC Quote are You?

In the mid-2000s, JohnnyC emailed me a list of outrageous metal quotations he had written down and saved. I was not sure what to do with them, but I thought they should be shared. I didn't know how to incorporate them into my blog, so the Which JohnnyC Quote are You? quiz was born. 

Original banner link to the quiz.
The quiz is no longer active. I may have to recreate it, but until then, here's a reproduction:


Which JohnnyC Quote are You?


JohnnyC has said a lot of crazy shit.
Which JohnnyC quote best characterizes you?


1. Which statement appeals to you the most?
a. "Lick my plate, you dog dick”.
b. "Nothing damages better than a brand new building”.
c. “Blarney Balls”!
d. "Bus Driver, I want to drive your bus”.
e. "I'm gonna try to get some off a skank at the Motel 6”.

2. If you could have any number of eyes besides two, how many would you prefer?
a. None            .
b. One.
c. Three to Nineteen.
d. Twenty.
e. More than twenty.

3. Which element best characterizes you?
a. Earth .
b. Wind.
c. Fire.
d. Water.
e. Meat.

4. You are pissed off because:
a. You are horny.
b. You only have one eye.
c. Your favorite electronics warehouse has vanished without a trace
d. They put cheese on your burger even though you told them:
    "Hamburger, not cheeseburger."
e. All of the above.

5. Who rocks harder?
a. Metallica.
b. Van Halen (David Lee Roth).
c. Van Halen (Sammy Hagar).
d. AC/DC.
e. Kiss

6. If you had to eat only one thing, what would you prefer?
a. White Castle.
b. Vienna sausages.
c. Something without cheese.
d. Poontang.
e. Nachos.

Possible Results
(sorted from most to least popular)

1. Rage and Mayhem - 24% of participants, awarded 61 times:


The clouds in the sky above float weightless, yet they attack me as if made of lead and crush me in fits of rage and mayhem.

2. Automated Warriors - 15% of participants, awarded 38 times:

Licking the fresh wounds of indifferent weapons, the helldogs gather behind the automated warriors and launch a terror assault against the demon children of mistrust and misunderstanding.

3. Misunderstood Agony - 14% of participants, awarded 35 times:

I bleed not red but the crimson of hate and the fire orange of misunderstood agony, and my mind is the chimney for the raging firebox of my tortured soul.


4. Wall Not Yet Built - 12% of participants, awarded 31 times:

Rain down upon me the drops of searing lust for destruction of wall not yet built and the wet tears of souls not hearing their destiny.

5. Ill Gotten Animals - 9% of participants, awarded 23 times:


Feed me the meat of ill gotten animals and let my disease begin to spread across the universe.


6. Beginnings of Armageddon - 6% of participants, awarded 14 times:


The sirens wail and the nukes rain down as the loathsome cowards, otherwise known as the world leaders, gather in their cocoons of sin and larceny, watching the beginnings of Armageddon in their palaces of anti-terror"

7. Beginnings of Armageddon - 6% of participants, awarded 14 times:

The cold skin of fear creeps down my back leading the last morsels of conscious thought into a paranoid rage as the curtains of night close on the theater of ultimate terror.

8. Retribution Against the Demons - 6% of participants, awarded 14 times:


The scorched earth,blackened by flames of tortured souls, screams in agony for retribution against the demons and vandals who lit the match with their blood stained fingers

9. My Festering Soul - 4% of participants, awarded 11 times:

Every passing of the satellites overhead keeps me cowering in fear of demons in black who wait for my miserable failure, feasting on my festering soul.

10.  Bleeding in the Gutter4% of participants, awarded 9 times:

As the mulleted skull lay bleeding in the gutter, I silently observed the remnants of horror in the eyes reminding me that rock and roll will never die, but flesh and blood is flesh and blood. 

Thursday, May 7, 2020

The Drunken Boat

Valdez Harbor, crack of dawn.
Surviving journal fragment, providing a pretty accurate picture of what it was like hanging out with Donald Kilbuck in the late 1990s:

July 1, 1998 - In the early evening, I was surprised by a knock at the door. I looked through the peep-hole and saw Donald Kilbuck laughing his ass off in the stairwell for no apparent reason. He's tired of his job in Valdez and has returned to Anchorage. Further questioning revealed his Native Corporation Check is due so he won't have to worry about work for awhile.

He plans to use the money from his check to ferry his van to Kodiak where he'll stay until his next Native Check arrives. Then he will use that money to deliver himself back to Anchorage. Well, we all need something to do.

I ended up joining him on a spontaneous 6-hour drive to Valdez where he planned to deliver a bag of clothing to his friend, Patrick.

The roadtrip scenery was beautiful as always, but especially so considering the sunny weather, there was none of Valdez's characteristic rain. We rolled in to town around 2:00 a.m. & hung out at Ihe Sugarloaf Bar which is owned by the Village Inn (Donald's workplace for the past month). 

Posted above the bar, for all to see, was a chalkboard with the message, "Today's Specials" painted on the top section of the frame. Instead of drink prices, the board said, "You're In Good Hands With Allstate - Jon D. Gilliom" & then my phone number! Donald's doing obviously. I have no idea how long it had been up there.

I was pleased to learn the bar did not close until 4:30 a.m. & started in on beer by the pitcher. Donald was determined to wait around until 3:30 a.m. & then go wake Patrick up & give him a ride to work (he works at the Sugarloaf too). The bar was a lot of fun & there were a lot of cool fishery workers in town from all over the country.

By closing time, Donald returned without Patrick. Apparently it was Patrick's night off & he did not appreciate the wake-up visit at all. As the bar began to close, a fellow named Chris offered to take us out on his boat, so we bought a six pack to go, the bartender charged us $18.00 for it! He claimed that since the bar was technically closed, he could get in a lot of trouble for selling. We were drunk enough to go through with the transaction.

At this point, we weren't sure if Chris was bullshitting us or not, but we were just going with the flow. Who cares? Sure enough, once we arrived at the dock, Chris pulled the battery out of his car, stuck it in a boat, and we were off.

As the sun came up, we were taking turns steering the boat around Valdez Harbor. It was beautiful and invigorating. When the beer was gone, we returned to the dock, reattached the car battery, and I offered to buy Chris breakfast in exchange for the boat ride. By now, it was after 7:00 a.m. and we were on our way to Sunday morning breakfast at the Totem Inn.

Donald & Chris in the cabin.
Chris, our Captain.
We really ordered up at the Totem Inn, but by the time our food came, Chris was face down on the table. I don't think he ate a bite of his breakfast. The restaurant became very full as the Sunday morning crowd was arriving. Chris was drawing a lot of looks and comments. I can't believe they didn't kick us out. Donald and I just laughed and ate as if everything were normal. We were super hungry and not about to leave, no matter how many people were staring.

When we were finished, we carried Chris out. Luckily he was able to vaguely direct us to a friend's house (or we interpreted it that way). We left him laying on the front porch and then began our three hour drive back to Anchorage.

Found: Hate or Love Us

"Hate us or love us, be nice to us!"

Happy 4th!

The people I'm renting a room from were out for the day and told me I was free to use the pool, so I had a day of relaxation and hydration.

Jumping off the board reminded me of a thing we would do as kids called a "Jumping Jackoff" where you would go off the board while doing a jumping jack. It wasn't as fun as I remembered it being.

Happy 4th of July.

Here's a photo from last year's 4th of July fireworks spectacular:

Happy 4th of July.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, July 4, 2004]

Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Laguna Beach Bike Rack

Surfboard stored in a bicycle rack outside Laguna Beach Library.

Bicycle rack outside Laguna Beach Library.

More Day Labor

Sunburn update:
Heavy contrast.
Despite the ravages of sunburn, I decided to return to Labor Ready this morning. I need the cash, as little as I get for the hell I go through.

On the rock-moving work site, the guy directing the trucks brings a huge thing of sunscreen with him every day, so I figured I'd ask him for some and then waive his gas fee. So I showed up and the dispatcher sent me to the railway yard instead, so that foiled my sunscreen plan. 

So I went to the railroad yard with my excruciating sunburn and it got HOT again today. We were unloading a train car full of concrete railroad ties.

Digression - the railway industry is beginning to replace the classic wooden railroad ties with concrete ties - which seemed weird to me because you'd think they'd be more apt to crack - but apparently not - also they don't rot and they are reportedly quieter, so there's some info you might be able to use if railroad ties ever come up in discussion. They also weigh 650 lbs each! So of course we weren't lifting them by hand...one guy was in the train car attaching crane hooks and two of use were straightening stacks of ties (using steal bars as levers) after they were unloaded by the crane.

The work was much better than loading rocks, but the extreme sun on my extreme sunburn was grueling...I was more miserable than ever. I also realized I needed inserts for my boots as my feet stung every time I stood, so I have to confess, I was not as hardcore today as I had been earlier this week. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. I could barely answer a direct question.

Two hardcore, but also stupid things I did today -

1. Accidentally hit myself in the head with a steel bar.
2. Walked through a thorn bush to adjust a bundle because that route was the quickest.

I did buy sun-relief products after work today. I don't want to become a leather face.

[Originally posted on I'm Nacho Steppinstone, July 2, 2004]