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The first two weeks of camp have gone stupidly well.  So profoundly smooth that I waiting for a meteorite impact, Biblical-scale flood or the discovery of an burial ground to ruin the fun.  Normally, we spend a bunch time fixing stuff each week and with so few hiccups we’ve had this time to improve camp.  One commissioner proposed having more clocks in camp.  So, we made him the camp’s official time keeper and equipped him with a Spongebob Squarepants analog clock so he roam the camp as the Mr. Rogers version of Flavor Flav with equally byzantine usage rules.  Today, we had the first test of our time keeper.

Administrator: What time is it?
Commissioner: 10:35 AM.
Administrator: You’re not saying it right.
Commissioner: Sigh… Spongebob says it 10:35 AM.
Administrator: Thank you.

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There’s been a few sick staff members around and staff humor has once again kicked in, these are two exchanges around the fact that I’ve had horrible diarrhea.

Pat: How are you feeling?
Me: Crappy

and

Pat: How’s the poo coming
Me: I’m going to call my rectum William Faulkner, because the only thing it’s produced is the Sound and the Fury.

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There’s been a few sick staff members around and staff humor has once again kicked in, these are two exchanges around the fact that I’ve had horrible diarrhea.

Pat: How are you feeling?
Me: Crappy

and

Pat: How’s the poo coming
Me: I’m going to call my rectum William Faulkner, because the only thing it’s produced is the Sound and the Fury.

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Last night, I had to deal with a number of kids with homesickness, or what we call domestic nostalgia.  Here’s what they said:

Kid: What music do you listen to?
Me: Mostly stuff from people who’ve been dead for 150 years.
Kid: Oh, like Van Halen.

Me: So what do you do for fun?
Kid: Collect souls, I bought Michael Jackson’s for $1.00.

Kid: You’re awesome at the guitar, you’re like that black guy.

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Last night, I had to deal with a number of kids with homesickness, or what we call domestic nostalgia.  Here’s what they said:

Kid: What music do you listen to?
Me: Mostly stuff from people who’ve been dead for 150 years.
Kid: Oh, like Van Halen.

Me: So what do you do for fun?
Kid: Collect souls, I bought Michael Jackson’s for $1.00.

Kid: You’re awesome at the guitar, you’re like that black guy.

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Our camp has been hit by a rash of vandalism and today my sleeping quarters were struck, by possibly the dumbest vandal ever.

So, they broke in to our room, took my room mate’s digital camera, tinkled in another’s iced tea (and he found that out… orally) but completely missed the pile of money on my night stand.  It was literally $200 in a styrofoam bowl filled with quarters.  They also missed several thousands of dollars in Magic cards.  A coworker is convinced that my reputation preceded me and the robber thinks my stuff is booby trapped or covered in UV-sensitive permanent ink.  I hope that’s the case.

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Our camp has been hit by a rash of vandalism and today my sleeping quarters were struck, by possibly the dumbest vandal ever.

So, they broke in to our room, took my room mate’s digital camera, tinkled in another’s iced tea (and he found that out… orally) but completely missed the pile of money on my night stand.  It was literally $200 in a styrofoam bowl filled with quarters.  They also missed several thousands of dollars in Magic cards.  A coworker is convinced that my reputation preceded me and the robber thinks my stuff is booby trapped or covered in UV-sensitive permanent ink.  I hope that’s the case.

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Most of our administrators spend either the morning or afternoon MBWA (managing by walking around) and some of the newer administrators are lighter on the lingo.

Anthony: Well, I’m done office duty, I think I’m going to go manage the WNBA.

FAIL

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Most of our administrators spend either the morning or afternoon MBWA (managing by walking around) and some of the newer administrators are lighter on the lingo.

Anthony: Well, I’m done office duty, I think I’m going to go manage the WNBA.

FAIL

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Me:  So why are you carrying around a [electrical plug-in] fan?
Staffer: It’s hot out here.
Me: Where do you plug it in?Staffer: I’m working on that.

This staffer works in a program area about a 1/2 mile from the nearest power outlet.