Pictures recovered with help from Matthew Randolph.
Thanks to Mary Q. Smith for caption help on this page.
Macarooned in Realtime
 0358-01 (lost: cdr8e31.jpg)Laura Kate Barrett and Allison Lonsdale blowing bobbles. Lynn Baden, background right. (May-2000) |
 0358-06 (lost: cdr8e36.jpg)Laura Kate Barrett blowing bobbles, Russell Hedges at ease in the corner chair. (May-2000) |
 0358-02 (lost: cdr8e32.jpg)Kim Bergdahl squashing a balloon. (May-2000) |
 0358-03 (lost: cdr8e33.jpg)B. James. (May-2000) |
0358-07 high-res image, 0358-08 (lost: cdr8e38.jpg).
Darrel L. Exline, before and after being bombarded with bubbles.
(May-2000)
 0358-05 (lost: cdr8e35.jpg)Darrel L. Exline, Mary Q. Smith in viking helmet, and Marc Biagi pointing. (May-2000) |
 0358-09 (lost: cdr8e39.jpg)Marc Biagi at left blowing bubbles, flamingo on the headboard, Keith Thompson (the Viking Sheep Ventricle), Colleen Crosby, Shawn Crosby at right. (May-2000) |
 0358-04 (lost: cdr8e34.jpg)Marc Biagi with orange fishermonkey pop. Marc read out loud our "Peace War" excerpts, switching to a different accent about every paragraph. Someone would say "Sean Connery!" and he'd switch to a Connery impression, and so forth. Click on picture, scroll down to submit caption info. (May-2000) excerpts from "Peace War" by Vernor Vinge In its size and perfection it seemed to transcend nature itself. From Santa Barbara he had seen it. It was a hemisphere at least twenty kilometers across. Where it fell into the Pacific, Wili could see multiple lines of moon-lit surf breaking soundlessly against its curbing arc. On its inland side, the lake they called Lompoc was still and dark. Perfect, perfect. The shape was an abstraction beyond reality. Its mirror-perfect surface caught the moon and held it in a second image, just as clear as the first. And so the night had two moons, one very high in the sky, the other shining from the dome. Out in the sea, the more normal reflection was a faint silver bar lying straight to the ocean's horizon. Three moons' worth of light in all! During the day, the vast mirror captured the sun in a similar way. Larry Faulk claimed the farmers planted their lands to take advantage of the double sunlight. (p 26) |
They headed into a deep and narrow ravine, an apparent cul-de-sac. Wili looked ahead and saw -- three figures coming toward them out of a brightly lit tunnel! He bolted up the side of the ravine, but Jeremy grabbed his jacket and pointed silently toward the strange figures: Now one of them was holding another and pointing. Reflections. That's what he was seeing. Down there at the back of the ravine, a giant curved mirror showed Jeremy and Naismith and himself silhouetted against the evening sky. (p 67)
He paused and reached out to touch the silvery surface -- then snatched his hand back in shock. Even in the cool evening air, the mirror was warm as blood. He peered closer, saw the dark image of his head swell before him. There was not a nick, not a scratch in that surface. Up close, it was as perfect as Vandenberg appeared from a distance, as transcendentally perfect as mathematics itself. (p 67)
"Eat Vandenberg Bananas. They Can't Be Beat." The banner was painted in yellow on a purple background. The letters were shaped as though built out of little bananas. Allison said it was the most asinine thing she had ever seen. Below the slogan, smaller letters spelled, "Andrews Farms, Santa Maria." (p 227)
