tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post3036982599403570774..comments2024-03-04T08:47:21.895-06:00Comments on The Nicsperiment: Cornerstone 2002, Day One: The Show Me State Shows Me. Now That's Enough, Show Me State, Put That Away.The Nicsperimenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08101227163387381013noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post-69482090688371497252014-12-20T17:55:05.176-06:002014-12-20T17:55:05.176-06:00"too""too"The Nicsperimenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101227163387381013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post-62686603482203149102014-12-20T17:46:56.494-06:002014-12-20T17:46:56.494-06:00Heheh. Obviously, I go more into some of the Minne...Heheh. Obviously, I go more into some of the Minnesotans individual personalities in later entries, but there were two of those guys I made really good friends with. They wrote their phone numbers and addresses down for me, but unfortunately, that sheet, along with a small stack of my Cornerstone memorabilia, got blown away before we made the trip back home. A shame to, as they were both awesome dudes, and I think we would have stayed in touch.The Nicsperimenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101227163387381013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post-7947246304757492302014-12-20T00:55:13.076-06:002014-12-20T00:55:13.076-06:00"That's right...every decent human's ..."That's right...every decent human's worst nightmare: a tent full of Minnesotans."<br /><br />Hey... I've resembled that remark from time to time. :(<br /><br />That was hilarious, though, I totally was not expecting a tentful of Minnesotans in this travelogue. Most of your sentences go all over and should fly apart at the seams (but somehow magically do not), but I was still not expecting that. :p<br />Nealnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post-46611932916438250162014-12-18T07:35:37.255-06:002014-12-18T07:35:37.255-06:00I know exactly what you mean on the cut-out rocks!...I know exactly what you mean on the cut-out rocks! I didn't duplicate any of our conversations on the striations in this entry to save time (as these are all pretty long), but they all pretty much went like this:<br />"Man, what are these things called?"<br />"Like strations... stratingtons... striations?"<br />"Yeah, striations!"<br />"Man, these striations are awesome!" (takes 20 pictures of striations)<br />"I mean, they're cool, but they're not that awesome." (takes 20 more pictures of striations)<br />"Man, these striations aren't that cool." (takes 20 more pictures of striations)<br />(Sigh) "I love the striations... crap, what happened to all my film?!"<br />"Striations, man. Striations."<br /><br />The Nicsperimenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08101227163387381013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9602155.post-13219433580652075462014-12-17T22:20:47.550-06:002014-12-17T22:20:47.550-06:00Thank you for using the term "vulva" ins...Thank you for using the term "vulva" instead of "vagina," because using the wrong one really irks me. Rarely do people need to say "vagina." They usually mean "vulva" and just don't realize that they aren't saying the right word. SUVs, man...<br /><br />Also, I kind of got all nostalgic about those cut-out rocks surrounding roads when I went home to Illinois recently, and we drove from Springfield (where our plane landed) to the muddy Mississippi, where I grew up and loved those striations. They are in Illinois in places, too, and I always forget them until I'm back in the area and <i>then</i> I miss them (even though I'm looking right at them and didn't miss them when I wasn't looking at them, so yeah...except I kind of miss them right now, because you showed me a picture of them, and now I miss them even though I'm looking right at them again. Huh, how weird is that?)Jessicanoreply@blogger.com