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Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 18, 2007 19:50:37 GMT -5
Chapter 20: Destruction of Ambience
To try and drown out the background sounds of music, Mr.P ventured into the arcade tent. Finally his ears were at peace as the sounds of guitars and drums were replaced with dings and whistles. As he looked around he saw the happy faces of patrons throughout the tent. " This looks like fun. I've got to try one of these games." Mr.P looked around the tent for the right game when he came across a classic from his puphood. " No way, THEY HAVE PIN-BOT." Our pup is happy now but how long can he avoid the music? He is, after all, at a music festival. My guess is not long, and since I'm writing this, you can bet my guess is pretty damn good.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 19, 2007 9:42:42 GMT -5
Chapter 21: Fight Fire with Fire
Mr.P spent as much time as he could playing pinball, but it was short lived. He would have to venture back outside and face the music. As he trotted outside he tried to focus on all sounds not music. His fury little ears point to the sky and turn as if a radar has just been turned on. Although it was hard to drown out all the music it seemed to get easier as he approached the back of a crowd. " Man slave, pick me up!" The fire show was good but not as good as the idea it gave Mr.P. Check back next time as Mr.P unleashes ( no pun intended ) his revenge on the Killer of music.
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 19, 2007 10:10:51 GMT -5
Hello indigo, I'm glad to hear you like the story. Two shorthaired Chihuahua's sounds like a riot. If they are anything like Poncho's brother Che (also a shorthair), your mom has a handful of mischief on her hands!
one was bought as a pup and one was rescued a couple years ago and lucky to survive. Hurricane (bought in FL, she's reddish colored) and Daniel (black rescued dog who was lucky to make it through). They are always fighting for mommy's attention, and Danny has times of the day where he just needs to be covered with a blanket and left alone for nap time. Hurricane is the queen of the house, so it's a constant battle but amusing anyways, and both can be very cuddly.
There are toys that are kept out of the giant toy basket because mass riots ensue. Just like kids.
We treat mishaps like sinking ships and I know that I don't want to be out to drift Well I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and They both tell me that we're better than this
For those with more self-control, I can let you know that there are 37 chapters in total. Thanks again Chris and Wallace for the mainstream release of this former underground classic...
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 19, 2007 14:52:19 GMT -5
Chapter 22: Revenge in the Key of P
From some of his earlier roaming, Mr.P remembered an item in the silent auction that would make GREAT kindling. He quickly ran to the tent. Where was it? " I know I saw it earlier." He scans the room franticly looking for the one item that will save his vacation. " THERE IT IS! WE MUST HURRY MAN SLAVE." Mr.P runs over to the bidding sheet and much to his surprise their are no bids." I guess he pissed off a lot of people by bringing Stevie Nicks on stage. Man slave, give me fifty dollars. That should be enough." And sure enough it was. Mr.P was now the owner of Tom Petty's guitar. Next time on Ponnaroo; Mr.P strikes back.
For those with more self-control, I can let you know that there are 37 chapters in total. Thanks again Chris and Wallace for the mainstream release of this former underground classic...
haha! If anyone signs up on jamfanforum for the instant gratification, you'll probably discover that the search function doesn't work. Harass Doug about it!
You'll find Ponnaroo near the bottom of the first page in 'festival talk'.......and check the dates - when this series had its first run, we only got one episode per week!
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 20, 2007 7:03:18 GMT -5
Chapter 23: We Don't Need No Water.
Mr.P was so excited to get back to his campsite he could hardly contain himself. As soon as he returned he gathered his friends and said," Break out the marshmallows my friends, cause I'm about to make a FIRE." Mr.P hands the guitar to his man-slave who promptly smashes it on the ground. With lighter fluid a-plenty poured over the shattered guitar Mr.P shouts," WAIT! Not yet. Give me one of my bags of goodies. I want to really enjoy this." As Mr.P munched away on his "treats", his man-slave throws a match onto the pile." Burn mother*@cker, BURN!" Will this be the return of music for Mr. P? Who knows? Oh yeah, I do. But I'm not telling hahahaha. Just know this, as the fire begins to burn down and Mr.P starts to peak, all is well.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 20, 2007 12:33:15 GMT -5
Chapter 24: I Would Not Feel So All Alone.
The mourning after the fire, Mr.P hoped to awake to a feeling of redemtion. This, however, was not the case. In fact, he didn't feel better at all. " Maybe I'm just hungry."
As Mr.P waited in line for some grub, he started to feel the depression creeping back up on him. " Man I was feeling so good last night. What happened?" Then, from out of no where a voice spoke to him. " This is not what you should be eating if you want to have fun. Eat ALL of your baggies."
Tune in next time as Mr.P takes the "trip" of a lifetime.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 21, 2007 9:30:31 GMT -5
Chapter 25: What a Long Strange Trip.
Mr.P, open for any suggestions, listened to the voice he had heard and began to devour ALL the baggies he had left. It was only after he had eaten almost all of them that he remembered where he had heard that voice before. " OH SHIT!!! Was that Wallace? ...Well to late to turn back now."
Our furry friend finished what was left and waited for the results. Much time had past and our friend was starting to get discouraged. " Perhaps it's just not meant to be." However it seems everytime our hero decides to give up, something happens to keep him going. This time is no exception. To say it all hit him at the same time would be a lie, but if you were to ask Mr.P he would tell you it did. Mr. P felt on top of the world. " Blap poo wuffien lop." For those of you who are not as trashed as Mr.P, I will translate, " I CAN FLY." He's enjoying his vacation now, but when you party like a Wallace your bound to crash soon.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 22, 2007 9:15:16 GMT -5
Chapter 26: Call of the Wild
As many people know there are certain "party favors" that some times makes it's taker feel a little randy. Now imagine taking a bag full of them, and the bag is roughly the same size as you. Now you are feeling what Mr. P is going through, but he also has animal inhibitions and a slew of other baggies blurring his judgment. Where Mr.P is right now, I can neither describe nor follow. All I can tell you is his eyesight, judgment, and hormones are out of control. Luckily his man-slave hears his cry from a far and runs to his aid. " What are you doing Mr. P?" he asks. " I'm trying to get me some but this girl ain't have'n it. GET ME DOWN FROM HERE." The man-slave tries to hold back his laughter as he collects his boss from atop the statue. The trip is far from over my friends. As Ziggy sets him on the ground, Mr.P notices he has attained a new power and he's still horney. Make sure you don't miss the next episode of Ponnaroo.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 22, 2007 12:21:25 GMT -5
Hello Andrea, I'm glad to say that Mr.P was not stepped on in the vip tent at Bonnaroo. He is pretty good at avoiding gettting under foot if he is free to move about, I prefer to let him walk without a leash for this reason. Thanks for sharing the photo and I hope to see you at Bonnaroo!
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 23, 2007 9:57:46 GMT -5
Chapter 27: OOoo That Smell
Still high as a kite, Mr.P realizes he can actually smell colors. " Perhaps I have set my standards too high ( no pun intended ). This lady seems nice. Maybe she'll help a puppy out." As he reaches the woman, he notices she has already assumed the position, however with his new found power of color smelling, he takes one wiff and knows this will NOT work. " I'm not that messed up." But what is that? A thing of beauty off in the distance. He reholsters the pink crayon and quickly staggers across the field.
Post by wizardofwonder on Apr 23, 2007 14:26:47 GMT -5
Chapter 28: Jungle Fever
A cold sweat runs down our hero's tongue. I don't know if its from all the stuff in his system, or the run-in he had with that nasty pastel woman. One thing is for sure, the pink crayon will not rest until utopia embraces him. So just like every other time our hero is in need a of a break, the Almighty ( in this story that would be the writer) relaxes his smite finger to point the pooch in the right direction. Unlike the other times though, Mr.P does not see an illuminating object or hear glorious sounds. Instead it's the tunnel vision, he recently obtained, that leads him to the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. She so majestic and heavenly he doesn't even ask her name before pouncing on her back and going to town. Our furry friend has mated with a female. We should all feel happy for him and try to remind him of the smile on his face, 'cause when he comes down and finds out his lady is a painting of a purple unicorn...well how would you feel.