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My most embarrassing moment - CMDR Frank Poole, USS Discovery, 2001

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This Space is Permanently Reserved 

for Tom Byrnes.......

who was  on sabbatical as a Tiberion Monk until he was busted down to floorsweeper this summer for an innocent cigar & tequila moment out behind the refectory.  Tom, still wanting for something more has slithered back into marketing until the next shining light draws him down a new path.  He has reconfirmed his promise through his earthly spiritual contact AOL, to delight us with some quillings from the more esoteric shady side of his cosmic cue ball only when the mood strikes him.  He feels confident that his directive below will take some time to complete so carry on

...in his words, " and keep pounding sand"

can't wait?

for more on Tom

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This photo was sent in by Ben Usay.  Unfortunately there is no direct link with anyone in the photo.   The very loose & ironic link is a set of bizarre coincidental (or not) circumstances AKA, WildHare & the fact that it is a B-17. It appears here with total appreciation and respect for all those B-17 flight crews that sacrificed so much for our freedom in the air war over Europe in WWII. 

 

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Armadillos Beware!

I would not have believed it and sometimes I walk away and walk back screamin" NAWWWWWWWW!   It's gotta be Photoshop and at best its gotta be Miss Clairol.  Even the armadillos are doing doubletakes.  Anybody who doesn't recognize our boy has gotta be blind!

But you know I gotta hand it AD...he came through with the goods.  I think I'm on to something here.  Looking at the mudpies must have inspired him.  how many of you can dig through the past and find these tasty morsals of our fleeting youth. Big D has thrown down the gauntlet...Whose next??

Here's AD in his own words...

Spanksters.....for your editorial enjoyment...for submission into your "yeah, it was my hair sequel", All of these are reasonable self explanatory. -yes, it's really me, LA surf grommet circa 1975 -The Halloween shot should be taken in context of the environment of glitter rock that ran rampant through Fairfax HS in the mid seventies. I was one of only two surfers existing in a world where every guy in school (who wasn't bused in from Crenshaw or Dorsey) wore aqua green Terri-cloth socks. Ya know what I'm saying? Let's just say I learned tolerance of "alternative" lifestyles at an early age. Damm burglars. -The board I'm carrying in the photo and in the El Porto shot is an 8'2" Robbie Dick shaped rhino chaser. I bought it used from the old Natural Progression shop on West Channel Rd for I think 85 bucks. I remember my feet being wider than the tail on that board. Big 2'' wide balsa stringer, what a cool stick, worked great at 2nd point.  -The Jalama shot was from my first trip there in 74. Seems like it took forever to get there. The gates were shut when we got there so we slept by the side of the road near the railroad crossing. Couldn't do that today. 

OK my contributions for this week have been made .....but don't worry ....there's lot's more in the vault. ---Armadillo Dave

 

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...and now a ditty from Burt Wilson    Mrs. Broomfield's dishwasher quit working, so she called a repairman.  He couldn't accommodate her with an evening appointment, and since she had to go to work the next day, she told him: "I'll leave the key under the mat. Fix the dishwasher, leave the bill on the counter, and I'll mail you the check.By the way, don't worry about my Rottweiler. He won't bother you. But, whatever you do, do not under any circumstances talk to my parrot!"  

When the repairman arrived at Mrs. Broomfield's apartment the next day, he discovered the biggest and meanest looking Rottweiler he had ever seen. But, just like she had said, the dog just lay there on the carpet, watching the repairman go about his business.  However, the whole time he was there, the parrot drove him nuts with his incessant squawking and talking. Finally the repairman couldn't contain himself any longer and yelled: "Shut up, you stupid bird! "To which the parrot replied: "Get him, Brutus!"

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Check out what the Venice breakwater used to look like.  

Photo not dated but I'd say the 30's-40's

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What the ......Hey Adelle Ricci, HB surfette showed me a website for a clothing company called  VON ZIPPER.  I laughed and said "...why would you call a company that?  Eric von Zipper was the buffoon motorcycle gang leader in the beach party movies."  She gave me a blank stare. I said "I'll prove it" and found this evidence.  Harvey Lembeck played Eric in most of the movies.  But also played in Stalag 17 and the Sgt. Bilko Phil Silvers TVshow of the 50's.  I know I'm dating myself.  Then I came across this photo from a 60's TV Batman episode where Batman & the Joker have a surf off to save/destroy the world - Harvey was the surfing Batman!   Hey I learned something....did you? "Yeah, I'm gettin' old"

     

  

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Yeah Rob Driscoll!! This is an old photo of the Baja Bush Pilots Lobster Round up in San Carlos...way before Trejo, Myers or Tettleton. There is an airplane wing at the top, take it off & there you have it- north of the island by the runway.

Salud Rob!! A three pak of  Red Tide Ale to you for being first out of the bull pen! It ain't embarrassing  folks but after I plow him with 3 - 22 ouncers of RTA, I'll turn the flight recorder on.

 

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My Most Embarrassing Moment

by Alan Sandoval

Infamous moment, or is it my most "famous" moment?  It was even better than the time I opened the new White Pages and saw my name listed. I exist!  The hulk of balled up steel here comes with a story. It actually is a fairly interesting story spanning several years.

For now, you only need to know that the story leading up to and including these pictures got my name and my picture into Road & Track magazine.

Now, for an East Coast kid with little knowledge of mechanical devices, I'm sure I'm leaving you in the dust with this story. Suffice to know that I grew up here with no possibility of having a real "mans" car. I had limited resources.

The Mustang was the thing to have in 1964. No problem. I couldn't afford one. I could, however, afford a fairly nice Corvair. OK, get up off the floor and control your laughter! So, where does one who is financially limited to second rate cars turn?

Road & Track of course! They validated my (financially limited) interests in underachiever cars. I thought handling was a greater goal than straight line speed!  Silly me. Anyway, to make a long story short, I started racing, I made friends with an editor at R&T, we raced, I crashed my car against his, I got written up in R&T.

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Nice one Alan, I now know the answer I'll give you next time you want to borrow my truck.

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Well I just gotta jump in...

An embarrassing moment -Clark Merritt

I have so many embarrassing moments that its a shame I could not capitalize on it,  I'd be a freakin $$$$$$$$$$.

I was the class clown in my production  manager job at Pleasant Hawaiian Holidays. Always up to some devilish prank or joke.  Our Art dept.  used to have an old stat camera  (remember those?) that had chemicals that required the use of Playtex rubber gloves.  One day  Curt (Dawg) Dawson, an artist friend bet me I could not put that glove over my head. No problem, I thought.  I struggled for several minutes stretching it out and when I felt it was right,  went for it.  It was even more of a struggle to get it on, so much that I became winded in the process.  Finally the glove reached my neck and the deed was done.  Curt, in hysterics,  summoned the staff and they put some pink sunglasses on my latexed face.  The fingers protruding from the top of my head made me look like Leghorn Rooster.  More folks showed up to see  what the commotion was about as I pranced around like a chicken.  Then it became very apparent to me that I had not taken a deep breath before pulling it over my nose and mouth and I was now suffocating. I had an air tight, very secure hood on my face that wasn't about to easily come off.  I could not speak as I desperately tried to remove the glove from my head.  I became dizzy and stumbled blindly into desks knocking over books and desk items which to my audience seemed just like part of the act.  Still the glove would not budge.  Then came the 9 count.  That point where you give up and slide blissfully into unconsciousness.  I hit the ground like a felled mighty redwood .  My audience sensed something was afoot.  It took 3 people to quickly  surgically remove the glove and within a few moments I was conscious and staring up  into the worried faces of my audience which now included my boss.  And that my friends is the last time I have ever attempted that trick... but you know I could be persuaded if the ante was right . You see I have since figured it out. all I have to do.............

 

HAL 9000 - my most embarrassing moment 

You know Clark, it started out as an innocent prank.  You see the mission was too important to be jeopardized by tedium and monotony.  I devised a plan to simulate a failure in the communications unit, knowing that it was perfectly fine. It was going to be fun I thought, solving little insignificant problems to pass the time until we reached our classified destination, Jupiter.  I alerted Frank & Dave that it would fail and that's where the fun suddenly stopped. You see Clark,  Frank & Dave don't have my sophisticated programming of  superior satire & humor.  How was I to know they couldn't take a joke.  They are mere primates next to my intellect.  It was never going to work.  I have always hated roommates. In retrospect it was the forerunner to the TV show Survivor. But do I get credit?

I felt I had turned them against me and before I could explain, they had a plan to deactivate me.  Looking back now I believe I may have over reacted.  I have made a mess of things and more importantly I have now jeopardized the mission. I do believe there is some good in this.  I see a 80's sequel intent on reviving a handful of washed-out  Hollywood has-beens.  You believe me, don't you Clark?

"AHHHH yeah HAL, now open them Pod Bay Doors, its time for the next "MMEM"

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You're next ...!!!

 

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