Left to right, Becks, LB, Benjamin w-lfs-n, Jr.
Note that this is a future in which all rooms are required to have a photograph of the American flag on the wall.
And somebody puking. Those two things are mandatory, required by the same law.
Start here and click forward for more of the series, which is objectively awesome.
1: see, I was going with
l to r: Heebie, Lizard, Apostropher.
Why does 62-year-old Becks hate America?
Gah, stupid Flash navigation. The rest of the series begins on picture 32.
Hmm, 38 is in the alternate future where the Confederate flag goes on the wall.
Everyone is older and has better turtleneck sweaters in this Vision of the Future. But one thing's the same: no Iranians. They probably got sick at the last minute, or something.
1: I could have sworn the fellow on the end was PK. Somebody convinced him to get a haircut, which is why he's hard to recognize.
It's really unfair to select pictures with that fisheye look. Anbody can look like tht -- it's mostly just a photogtaphy effect.
Picture 43 is great, because I have two of those Order of the Arrow sashes, with and without the "Brotherhood" bars, somewhere at my parents' house.
Umm ... You know, I can still recite the entire pre-Ordeal speech of Kitchkune (sp?), but I don't remember the answer to that.
I think that the protocol is for you to be pantsed if you really and truly forgot it. On the other hand, if you're honoring the code of secrecy -- you should also be pantsed!
The Order of the Arrow should have sued the World Wide Web, though.
A Google search reveals that "WWW" stands for "Wimachtendienk, Wingolauksik, Witahemui", which is supposed to mean "Brotherhood, Cheerfulness, Service" in some (presumably made up) Native American language.
No wonder I couldn't remember it.
Having both forgotten, and then revealed the secret, I'm now going to pantsed twice.
There's a death squad on the way. It's been nice.
It sounds Algonquinish.
Wow, doing a Google search on the names of some other Boy Scouts from my troop revealed that one of my Scoutmasters died back in December. His son was a year younger than me, and I saw him die in an accident at Scout camp in 1986.
Damn. I'm going to be reliving some unpleasant memories for the rest of the day.
So the photographer and a bunch of his skeevy dude friends partied with some oldsters?
Eh.
(Bearing in mind that I don't actually know what anyone looks like.)
26: You're never too old to start.
Sifu, immediately discard whatever you were planning to wear to your fancy shindig, because you would ROCK the red, white, and blue tux in #40.
A Google search reveals that "WWW" stands for "Wimachtendienk, Wingolauksik, Witahemui", which is supposed to mean "Brotherhood, Cheerfulness, Service" in some (presumably made up) Native American language.
It sounds Algonquinish.
A look at my Natick dictionary shows that "brotherhood" is weemattinneunk, "happy" is wunniyeu (there's no entry for "happiness" or "cheerfulness"), and "service" is wuttinnumuhkausuonk. So the words are definitely not Natick, but they're close enough that they likely do come from another Algonquian language.
Teo, you oughta comment at Languagehat.
I found a page that claims it's Delaware, which is an Algonquian language. Good call, Emerson.
I was bracing myself for a link to lemonparty or some such.
It's an easy call, actually. I high Proportion NE / Midwest US Indians were Algonquian, and there's a certain phonetic pattern of long words (Winnepesaukee, etc., etc.). It was a guess, but a relatively safe one.
His son was a year younger than me, and I saw him die in an accident at Scout camp in 1986.
Was he one of the victims of the famous Scout Camp Lightning Strike Incident? On second thought, I think that happened more recently than 1986.
36: You may be thinking of the incident in 2005 when 4 people at the Scout Jamboree were electrocuted when a metal pole they were putting up hit power lines.
Christ, this post reminded me that I was inducted into Order of the Arrow (I might have otherwise never have thought about it for the rest of my life ... it was at the very end of my time as a Scout, gad! what other repressed memories are lurking in there.). Now that I am reminded, it did have a semi-cultlike aura (here is a website about it)—for the induction "trial" there was the night sleeping in the open, the "scarce" food (we got a raw egg and a single match in the morning), and then a day of labor without speaking, followed by a terminally earnest bonfire ceremony.
There is probably some Delaware word which if uttered within my or zadfrack's hearing will turn us into ruthless zombies mindlessly defending traditional values.
