Bare, I'm jazzed you enjoyed Homeslice! I can't take credit for any of it, but they are an AWESOME bunch. Made my and Wildsage's first Burn feel like a family vacation. The tower is a regular part of the Homeslice camp, as is the cushy pillow-filled shade structure. My own digs were the two-story tent on the back side of our camp.

Somebody gave me a huge sack full of tribbles (spelling?).

I really hope somebody else also appreciates that as much as I did.

I was thrilled.

FKO~

Firstly, the term Fucko is used very heavily in the old (and some new) gigsville peeps.
But also there are at least 13 people I know of with the nickname fko that stick to them like glue.

How I got stuck with it is here (unabridged)

I've always been a rather agressive art activist and a culture jammer so pranking pretty much comes with the territory. My first year to the playa was also my first experience with any kind of real heavy drugs.

Having lived all my adult life rather sober (most people agree that I don't need a lot of medication, well... at least not the kind that makes you trip out.) I was a lttle nervous that the drugs would unlock never ending lunacy, or a violent rampage or vegitize me.

My close friends assured me that the drugs would probably simply reveal my true being, my omnic nature, my core existence. They said they were expecting to find that very passonet and caring person who they saw whithin me.

So on burn night, with a lot of hope and trust of my friends, I got high as shit. Loss of reality kind of stuff that did unhinge all my self barriers. I did find my true nature. I could not help it. I was high.

I remember not even remembering who I was, kind of high. I did feel like a little kid. Like a child. Like a five year old again. Once over the initial fear of being lost I soon saw the playa as a giant playground. I was HIGH.

But i did not sit down and suck my thumb.That inner child, apparently has no internal censor, little concept of social cues and likes to talk outloud about each the several conversations going on in my head though words and song and movement and dance and martial art and joke and act and... you get the point.

Wearing a dinosuar costume, I began to hide from my friends behind fat people ( Who found me because of my tail apparnetly sticking out from very confused people with a guy dressed as a dinosaur hiding next to them). I talked incoherantly for hours, would break into break dancing (yes I'm that old) and other assorted unexpected behaviors.

So my babysitters drag me of to Pepe Ozan;s Opera in hope s that it would calm me down. It apparnetly was a very solem event filled with fire and beautiful dancing. I'm not sure I noticed any of that. But I did notice I was at a show of some sort which triggered my memories of going to a black Sabbath show which triggered something my brother , whom I love, who said " I saw you at Black Sabbath, on Tv" I said yeah? He said " Yeah, you were on the television, in the crowd screaming " EAT THE BAT." at Ozzy Osborne."

(for those of you who do not know the story, Ozzy has a famous rumor that he contracted Rabis from a real bat that someone switch from a fake bat, in his act, where he would bite the head off a bat.)

As this memory played out in my head with love and joy for my brother, I stood up and started yelling "EAT THE BAT!" at the people in the opera.

Apparently the people around me were none to happy about it and my babbysitters quickly guilded me away from the hippies.

It was then, as we walked away from the opera that someone walked by with a Jaket that read "Fucko" on the back.

My friend Carly saw it , looked at me and declared that my true nature had revealed itself.

Here I am.