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Skateboarding on the Quad, loading dock on the side of the auditorium.

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Eric J’s Dogs. Rock and Roll, behind the ramp at the last Shitty Guy house on Springfield. Click the pics to enlarge. Eric may not remember, but I suggested the names for these puppies back when he got them at the second TSG house. There’s probably a lot he doesn’t remember from those days. There were many a morning that students were treated to the site of Eric J still asleep in the grass of our front yard where he passed out at night, with both dogs sleeping quietly beside him. Reminds me of a story when I returned to school in 90’s and lived with Eric and Joel, and Rock and Roll, and Jen’s dog Faux Paw and Addy(sp?), Joels dog.. One night we all went out (to E.C’s probably) and came home to find that Rock and Roll had tor into a big 20lb bag of onions. They were scattered all over the kitchen floor, with bites taken out of each one of them, but none of them eaten very much. Those dogs were serious scavengers. It’s like they had to make sure to try every single onion just in case one didn’t taste bad.

These are some crappy scans from negatives. Click each to enlarge. These were taken at the (first) Blind Pig in Champaign Il, sometime between 92-95 as near as I can tell.

late snap bonless one! Sweet. He looks like a 12 year old boy. He’s probably dropping that skateboard because it was an Uncle Wiggley that weighed about 75lbs. The tab in the corner of the full size version says OCT 85, but it was probably actually taken a bit earlier. Check out the shorts on the guy behind the sitting skater.

Leroy garbage picked a Farfisa organ or keyboard or whatever it is called. I think he saw a guy pushing it down the street in a shopping cart? Maybe he paid $25 for it. I can’t remember if we ever got it working, but as you can see, we did get it taken apart. Galva was doing all the actual fixing attemps. I think I was just fiddling. Leroy took this picture in the office of Propaganda. Click on it to see it bigger. Check out the awesome old Mac on the desk. That’s where Galva worked on the accounting program for two or three years without ever actually doing any accounting. I think the most use that thing got was when we used it to play Risk for hours on end.

Here’s the story of how I learned that Galva wasn’t his real name. This picture is from the early Propaganda days.

One time an old lady called the house and asked for Brian Robinson. Who? I told her there was nobody there by that name. She insisted that her grandson did and then sounded kind of confused after I quite firmly and possibly even rudely told her there was absolutely nobody living there by the name of Brian Robinson. When someone asked who was on the phone I told them it was some confused old lady with a wrong number looking for her grandson Brian Robinson.

So we decided that we were going to knock out one of the double wide doors that had been drywalled over to make a bedroom in the second house. It was a dining room converted into a bedroom. Eric J was the current resident and he wanted to move his bedroom to the living room because it had doors and nobody ever went into it. Knoccking out the drywall would connect it to the kitchen, and Eric could have more room to work on his motorcycle in his bedroom during the winter. We had these croquet balls in the house for some reason, and Lars Eric and I were throwing them at the wall/doorway that we were knocking out, trying to see if we could get them to go through both side in one throw. I can’t remember if we did or not, but the important part is that Charlie Dold walks in from off the street, sees what we are doing and and says “Cool! Can I try?” We say “sure” and hand him a croquet ball, which he proceeds to whip at the first wall he sees, which unfortunately is not the wall we were trying to tear down. See, he just thought we were fucking things up as usual, cause it was perfectly within reason that we would just be destroying something for no reason. Anyway, we all burst into laughter and Charlie was really confused until we explained it to him. Here are a few pictures of the aftermath.

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