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I'm doing research for a spoof, so here's my question to everyone:


What takes you to a happy place?


A candlelit bath after a long day?

A good barfight? Cockfight? Dogfight?

Listening to Duke Ellington records?

Climbing a sheer rock face?

Relaxing by a secluded mountain stream?

Relaxing in a secluded kitchen with an entire cheesecake?


Warning: You may be quoted!


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My Chevron Corp screensaver, the Gorgon field memorabilia, the Jack-2 latest update....

Waking up to realize there are new spoofs to write--and read.

Or, just waking up, somedays.

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Quote: The San Francisco Onion

I'm doing research for a spoof, so here's my question to everyone:


What takes you to a happy place?

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Siting in a comfy chair and drinking a cup of tea with a nice piece of lemon meringue pie and a magazine.

A nice cafe Americano and reading The Times early in the morning at an outside table of that cafe at the bottom of Via Vittorio Venetto by Piazza Barberini in Rome in the early morning spring sun.

Did this every day on Honeymoon while the Mrs was getting ready to go out for the day.

Sheer bliss.

Once had the Spanish Steps all to myself on an early morning stroll.

Ah, La Bella Roma...

Regards

Skoob.

Going to a happy place. Good thought!

Mine would be in the western mountains of the US. Cool evenings-warm days. Camp fire and gourmet camping food. Friends and dogs. Relaxing after a hard day of trail riding. Retiring to the comfortable tent. Rising early to watch the dawn break over the snowy high peaks. Looking for and watching the animals as we rode. Finding abandoned 'ghost' towns far up in the mountains. Discovering wagon ruts left by pioneers a hundred years before. Breathing cooled air untouched by man before. Living in the remote wild only by your wits and experience. Hearing the night sounds as darkness crept in and the full moon rises...Coyotes howling...A lurking wolf...An Elk bugling to his herd.

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

Going to a happy place. Good thought!

Mine would be in the western mountains of the US. Cool evenings-warm days. Camp fire and gourmet camping food. Friends and dogs. Relaxing after a hard day of trail riding. Retiring to the comfortable tent. Rising early to watch the dawn break over the snowy high peaks. Looking for and watching the animals as we rode. Finding abandoned 'ghost' towns far up in the mountains. Discovering wagon ruts left by pioneers a hundred years before. Breathing cooled air untouched by man before. Living in the remote wild only by your wits and experience.

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I knew you were gay!

You didn't let me finish...I bet JB likes lemon meringue pie while in his sleeping bag. Messy.....

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

You didn't let me finish...I bet JB likes lemon meringue pie while in his sleeping bag. Messy.....

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You're probably not gonna believe this but I have never owned or slept in a sleeping bag.

Isn't that amazing?!


No, really - ISN'T THAT AMAZING????!!!!!!!


No?
'Suppose not.

Lemon meringue pie is delicious, man.
You go off into the mountains and look at the sunset like a lady man while I read my magazine and drink my tea, eat my pie and ....ahhhhhhhhhhhh...........

You're welcome to a slice. And the tea pot's still got plenty for another cup for you if you want it.

A couple of things:

1. I sit in my easy chair with a tall glass of orange juice or lemonade on the end table. A bowl of Hershey's kisses is there also. The lighting is perfect and I have a good book. If I like it, I'll continue reading. If not, I might nap for a bit.

2. Like Buck (oops, I originally typed the wrong name), I enjoy the mountains. I could sit in the mountains for hours, listening to and watching the water run in a small stream and hearing the wind between the trees.

3. I love indian ruins, especially cliff dwellings like you find at Mesa Verde. This was my major at the University. I have spent all day going through places like Canyon de Chelly or the Gila Cliff Dwellings. I love it.

4. Carlsbad Caverns. That should be self explanatory.

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Quote: Jalapenoman

A couple of things:

1. I sit in my easy chair with a tall glass of orange juice or lemonade on the end table. A bowl of Hershey's kisses is there also. The lighting is perfect and I have a good book. If I like it, I'll continue reading. If not, I might nap for a bit.

2. Like Duncan, I enjoy the mountains. I could sit in the mountains for hours, listening to and watching the water run in a small stream and hearing the wind between the trees.

3. I love indian ruins, especially cliff dwellings like you find at Mesa Verde. This was my major at the University. I have spent all day going through places like Canyon de Chelly or the Gila Cliff Dwellings. I love it.

4. Carlsbad Caverns. That should be self explanatory.

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I like Duncan and spelunkin.

driving from tulsa to cali and watching the scenery change

from the glistening green of the urban forests in tulsa (which are being rapidly depleted due to the efforts of aep/pso; "you can't stop progress", to quote "muriel's wedding)

to the vistas of the red clay hills of western oklahoma that seem to glow beneath green grass and gnarled trees

and "the biggest cross in the western hemisphere"

the glittering jewel of the lights of amarillo at night underneath the velvety ebon texas sky

the ENTIRE state of new mexico; it truly is "the land of enchantment"; the painted plateaus and mesas and strange rock formations seem to be from another world, one that i would be content to live in forever

and the drive up through the desert to flagstaff covered in glittering snow then the harrowing, hair raisng, curving drive down the other side through the forest that beats any roller coaster you'll find any where

to the desolation of the high desert of cali

it is all like a 1500 mile carnival ride to me, one that i want to ride over and over again

peace

becca

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driving from tulsa to cali and watching the scenery change

from the glistening green of the urban forests in tulsa (which are being rapidly depleted due to the efforts of aep/pso; "you can't stop progress", to quote "muriel's wedding)

to the vistas of the red clay hills of western oklahoma that seem to glow beneath green grass and gnarled trees

and "the biggest cross in the western hemisphere"

It's just outside of Groom on I-40. The man who built it is the father of Zach Thomas, who was an all pro linebacker for the Miami Dolphins for several seasons.

the glittering jewel of the lights of amarillo at night underneath the velvety ebon texas sky

That's "Amer-iller" to the locals! I lived there for four years.

the ENTIRE state of new mexico; it truly is "the land of enchantment"; the painted plateaus and mesas and strange rock formations seem to be from another world, one that i would be content to live in forever

Ah, yes, drive into my fair state and one of the first things you see is Tucumcari Mountain. Regardless of the local legend they tell you in travel posters, the word "Tucumcari" means Squaw's breast in Navaho. Can you guess what this mountain looks like?

Then, you leave the dessert for all of thirty minutes as you climb into Tijeras Canyon just east of Albuquerque and into the forrest. Drop down out of that mountain and the Duke City spreads before you.

and the drive up through the desert to flagstaff covered in glittering snow then the harrowing, hair raisng, curving drive down the other side through the forest that beats any roller coaster you'll find any where

to the desolation of the high desert of cali

it is all like a 1500 mile carnival ride to me, one that i want to ride over and over again

peace

becca

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

Going to a happy place. Good thought!

Mine would be in the western mountains of the US. Cool evenings-warm days. Camp fire and gourmet camping food. Friends and dogs. Relaxing after a hard day of trail riding. Retiring to the comfortable tent. Rising early to watch the dawn break over the snowy high peaks. Looking for and watching the animals as we rode. Finding abandoned 'ghost' towns far up in the mountains. Discovering wagon ruts left by pioneers a hundred years before. Breathing cooled air untouched by man before. Living in the remote wild only by your wits and experience. Hearing the night sounds as darkness crept in and the full moon rises...Coyotes howling...A lurking wolf...An Elk bugling to his herd.

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Oh, my God! We've actually got something in common.

Sounds like YOU spent the first 16 years of your life in Wyoming, not me.

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Quote: smurfette
the glittering jewel of the lights of amarillo at night underneath the velvety ebon texas sky

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I'm not crazy about Amarillo in general, but you're right about that one.

It's also pretty cool in the daytime in the middle of winter, when the ground is covered with snow, but miles and miles of tall, dry grass is peeking out over the top making the landscape yellow; then you can see how the city got its name.

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Quote: The San Francisco Onion

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Quote: BuckwheatsButt

Going to a happy place. Good thought!

Mine would be in the western mountains of the US. Cool evenings-warm days. Camp fire and gourmet camping food. Friends and dogs. Relaxing after a hard day of trail riding. Retiring to the comfortable tent. Rising early to watch the dawn break over the snowy high peaks. Looking for and watching the animals as we rode. Finding abandoned 'ghost' towns far up in the mountains. Discovering wagon ruts left by pioneers a hundred years before. Breathing cooled air untouched by man before. Living in the remote wild only by your wits and experience. Hearing the night sounds as darkness crept in and the full moon rises...Coyotes howling...A lurking wolf...An Elk bugling to his herd.

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Oh, my God! We've actually got something in common.

Sounds like YOU spent the first 16 years of your life in Wyoming, not me.

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If you like the wild, wild outdoors than I guess we do have much in common.

I actually go to Colorado, Utah, and northern New Mexico often. Sometimes to ride trails, other times to include hunting Elk and Mule Deer. I don't trophy hunt, I hunt for meat. If one happens to just have a nice rack, it gets it anyway.
Sometimes in warmer weather trips (late summer or late spring) we camp and camp at about 6,500 ft elevation. During those times I do photography.
One other trip (which I plan on doing again) is the entire Grand Canyon by raft trip, though a large excusion raft, it was nice because instead of rowwing/steering, I could concentrate on photos. I recommend that trip to anyone!

I've sold many photos in the past and have many published, so it's more than a hobby.

6500 feet in elevation is for wussys.

I've lived at 9000 and loved it!

Remember, I'm a relative flat-lander here!

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Quote: Jalapenoman

6500 feet in elevation is for wussys.

I've lived at 9000 and loved it!

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when i was 19, i was seriously ill and not given much chance to live. i had lost 35 pounds in 4 weeks and was incredibly weak. i had been through repeated hospitalizations and two complete g.i. series and none of the tests could determine the exact cause.

my first husband took me to his class reunion in the black hills and wanted to go to harney peak, which is the highest point between the rockies and the pyrenees in spain.

it was considered the center of the spiritual universe to the lakota.

it took me nearly all day, but i climbed it, under my own power, without help. in places, especially towards the top, it was nearly vertical and every time i slid back, i'd grab a bush, a rock, an out cropping, any thing, to pull myself back up.

i could hardly breathe when i got to the top.

but i climbed to the top of the tower, too.

and looked down from the top of the world.

i took pictures, but they didn't come out, because i was in the clouds and i didn't even know it; everything was obscured by the haze.

my doctor was mad as hell when he found out what i'd done, between traveling across the state round trip and climbing.

but then i started getting better.

eight months later, i was not only alive, i gave birth to my son joshua.

the paha sapa are sacred to the lakota.

they are pretty special to me,too.

peace

becca

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Quote: Jalapenoman

6500 feet in elevation is for wussys.

I've lived at 9000 and loved it!

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when i was 19, i was seriously ill and not given much chance to live. i had lost 35 pounds in 4 weeks and was incredibly weak. i had been through repeated hospitalizations and two complete g.i. series and none of the tests could determine the exact cause.

my first husband took me to his class reunion in the black hills and wanted to go to harney peak, which is the highest point between the rockies and the pyrenees in spain.

it was considered the center of the spiritual universe to the lakota.

it took me nearly all day, but i climbed it, under my own power, without help. in places, especially towards the top, it was nearly vertical and every time i slid back, i'd grab a bush, a rock, an out cropping, any thing, to pull myself back up.

i could hardly breathe when i got to the top.

but i climbed to the top of the tower, too.

and looked down from the top of the world.

i took pictures, but they didn't come out, because i was in the clouds and i didn't even know it; everything was obscured by the haze.

my doctor was mad as hell when he found out what i'd done, between traveling across the state round trip and climbing.

but then i started getting better.

eight months later, i was not only alive, i gave birth to my son joshua.

the paha sapa are sacred to the lakota.

they are pretty special to me,too.

peace

becca

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Quote: Jalapenoman

6500 feet in elevation is for wussys.

I've lived at 9000 and loved it!

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when i was 19, i was seriously ill and not given much chance to live. i had lost 35 pounds in 4 weeks and was incredibly weak. i had been through repeated hospitalizations and two complete g.i. series and none of the tests could determine the exact cause.

my first husband took me to his class reunion in the black hills and wanted to go to harney peak, which is the highest point between the rockies and the pyrenees in spain.

it was considered the center of the spiritual universe to the lakota.

it took me nearly all day, but i climbed it, under my own power, without help. in places, especially towards the top, it was nearly vertical and every time i slid back, i'd grab a bush, a rock, an out cropping, any thing, to pull myself back up.

i could hardly breathe when i got to the top.

but i climbed to the top of the tower, too.

and looked down from the top of the world.

i took pictures, but they didn't come out, because i was in the clouds and i didn't even know it; everything was obscured by the haze.

my doctor was mad as hell when he found out what i'd done, between traveling across the state round trip and climbing.

but then i started getting better.

eight months later, i was not only alive, i gave birth to my son joshua.

the paha sapa are sacred to the lakota.

they are pretty special to me,too.

peace

becca

i am so sorry

my computer crashed yesterday

now it has had a complete freak out

i have to run a virus scan now

HOPEFULLY i will be back later

if not, i most likely have launched this piece of shit into the nearest wall

becca

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Quote: smurfette

i am so sorry

my computer crashed yesterday

now it has had a complete freak out

i have to run a virus scan now

HOPEFULLY i will be back later

if not, i most likely have launched this piece of shit into the nearest wall

becca

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Nope becca.

You launched it to a piece of shit on the other side of the Atlantic.

Be good

Skoob.

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Quote: smurfette

i am so sorry

my computer crashed yesterday

now it has had a complete freak out

i have to run a virus scan now

HOPEFULLY i will be back later

if not, i most likely have launched this piece of shit into the nearest wall

becca

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Nope becca.

You launched it to a piece of shit on the other side of the Atlantic.

Be good

Skoob.

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i'm feeling a bit better now......

it's been a very traumatic week

my baby girl, jennifer-rebekah, died august 14, 1982 from the same heart condition i have; she lived 45 days

she was buried august 17, 1982; my beloved son joshua, who was, is, and always will be, my heart and my soul, was killed in a police induced car accident on the anniversary of her death in 1995

i tend to go quite a bit more mad than even the normal person does in august

i can't wait for it to pass

becca

Understandable becca.

We all have our traumas.

It can be hard.

I sincerely hope that coming to the Spoof injects a little sunshine into your life.

Take care

Skoob.