Recently Big Dead Place has become more blog-centric1
This is because it is winter, I am tired, and blogging on short timely topics of the day is easier than writing reviews, inventing proper satires, or transcribing interviews.
For those who are coming to this website for the first time through this blog, here are some links to some pieces that will be referred to in the “Stories and Interviews” category on the sidebar. Future interviews will also be categorized there.
I will try to make as much content as is entertaining easy to find through this blog, but the website is a sprawling mess and there are still nooks and crannies that won’t easily fit into categories, such as the All-John-Carpenter’s-”The Thing”-Review Section and the initial piece for this website, an introduction for new personnel called Welcome to The Program.
Basically, I will organize as much of the website as I can through this blog, but if you want the whole shebang, then visit the BigDeadPlace.com main page.
You’ve got to keep your engine speed up. You have to route find, and look for crevasses, at speed. You can’t go slowly and reconnoiter, because you have to keep the engine power up just to keep going. But I just kept it up, and gradually it began to get steeper and steeper, and it finally got to the point with the snowmobile where you can keep climbing, but you can also come straight down.
It was January, I was walking around in a t-shirt, I had a suntan, nothing else on but a t-shirt and jeans, I wore little booty socks running around working. Whales, seals, baby penguins, great food, but I couldn’t stand it. I hated Palmer.
Antarctica prepared me for the War Zones, a stepping stone which made the transition to Iraq a little bit easier.
For some reason, people can’t get enough of disco clothes here. They are a source of infinite delight.
Last year, two of my “teeth of wisdom” were removed by a dental surgeon and those teeth were after that disinfected and sealed in a bag.
Everyone had a theory for what we were doing, and a lot of people felt threatened for sure.
If you do not know how to pray before you become a pilot, you tend to learn quickly.
American employees told us later that they had been told to stay away from us and not to talk to us.
One of them had snagged the penguin down by the water intake pipe. He threw it in a pillowcase and brought it up there.
You can’t just go into every building. You have to actually do something there. What can you do? Shit in it.