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This really isn't all that fascinating. [May. 2nd, 2004|10:57 pm]
[music |Palace - The Weaker Soldier]

Brendan gets to use the family camera.
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"Traveling up Willard Street, on her way home from the hair salon or wherever the hell you ladies go, she noticed a group of men holding a sign at the foot of Quarry Hill. If you're unfamiliar with the area, the hill is the entrance to Quincy's world famous (as far as I'm concerned, any place where bodies are fished out of yearly is 'world famous') quarries. For a few years now, the man has been filling up the titular rocks and ponds and building golf courses, baseball fields, homes, shit like that. As she's approaching these guys, she's expecting them to be holding up some type of union sign. Being a good American, if this happened to be the case, and they were union men, I can only assume she was planning on running them over. But before she could rid the Earth of any Communist scum, she notices that the sign they were holding read:
"Would You Want To Live On POLTERGEIST Hill???" "
-My Very Own Interweb Journal.

I'd actually only ever been to the Quarries a few times in my life. When I did go up, I was much younger, and there wasn't really all that much going on there. Kids would get drunk, jump and die, but other than that, nothing.
Roughly six years ago, the cities of Quincy and Milton pooled their resources and began to develop the land. A massive project- soon there would be homes, fields, and most importantly, a sprawling, five-star golf-course. Six years on, all that's really there to show for anything is what may very well be, the eeriest place in Quincy.. I present to one and all:
Mission of Quincy: The Horrible Truth About Poltergeist Hill!!

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(no subject) [Apr. 18th, 2004|04:06 am]
[mood |sp00k3d 0ut!!1]

Ladies and germs, I would like to present to you:
The most magical place in Quincy.
That is correct.  The Quincy Yacht Club.  Above is a photo of the old gal today.
Here she is in her younger days.
Wha?!?1  Now it could be that I am very tired, but it looks as though the ole QYC can now defy the laws of physics.  Where did the Boston skyline go? 
I have lived down the street from this place for my whole life, and for about thirteen of those nineteen years I was at the QYC once a week.  Never did I ever notice that the yacht club was located directly in front of the Boston skyline.  Was it moved without my notification? 
To my recollection behind the yacht club is a bus stop, a skate park where the old elementary school used to be, and a broken down monument to Mr. Brill.  As a matter of fact I remember the skyline being to the left of the yacht club...
How could I have missed something like this? 
Was the Boston skyline moved while I was away at school?  I sure do not want to think so.  What I do want to think is that this elusive yacht club has magical powers.
Magical powers in list form.
1. During the blizzard of '78 the bottom of the yacht club collapsed into the ocean sending the bar with all of its contents out to sea.  Well, not too far out to sea because my dad was able to fill his station wagon with beer twice.  If that is not magic, I don't know what is.
2. Like any other yacht club/reception hall, people celebrate there weddings there all the time,but nowhere else on earth do brides find it a good idea to jump off the side of their reception hall into the ocean in their wedding gowns.  That just takes supernatural forces.
3. As I said earlier, the building seems to be moving under its own power.
I'm a little disappointed in myself that I could only think of three spooky things about a place where I spent much of my childhood, but then again it is four in the morning, so I guess we will call it a draw.
Goodnight Quincy.
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I was hoping for at least an 88 [Apr. 10th, 2004|12:51 am]
[mood |towny]

I scored a 84% on the "How Quincy are you?" Quizie! What about you?</b>
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A made-up tradition, like Christmas! [Apr. 6th, 2004|08:27 am]

[mood |scavengy]
[music |scavenging]

It's that time of year again! What time is that? Why, time to start planning the big summer scavenger hunt, of course! You know about the big summer scavenger hunt, don't you? Well, if not, you'd best pretend, lest you be deferred to quincy_losers like some sort of pussy.

This year's big summer scavenger hunt theme? Big Quincy Summer Scavenger Hunt! So let's all rattle off some classic Quincy people/places/things whom/which we could prove we met/visited/found/obtained! Funzies! I'll start:

1. Officer Bob
2. A teenager asking for drugs
3. A bouquet of flowers in memory of someone run down mercilessly by a car
4. A middle-aged man on a girl's bicycle
5. A military tattoo
6. Shamrock graffiti
7. A live skunk
8. A dead skunk
9. A barbecue
10. Obstructive street hockey
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(no subject) [Mar. 7th, 2004|11:08 pm]
This is the introduction to a project a friend and I had to do for school:
The Ronald Reagan Project (PHJ #1) can be found here.If for whatever reason you actually like it, ask one of us to show you the hard-copy. The image quality went down a bit in the transfer, so you miss out on the creepy monkey, the shark-oven mit, the suicide note, the crazy bills, the Nascar bed, Reagan's expression and so, so much more.
I realize that we should have thought the written word out a little more. Some of the sentences are complex and awkward and not as fun as the pictures. We get the information across, but it's a joyless affair. At any rate, I'm proud of it. Enjoy.
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Quincy's Best Real Pointy Ship [Feb. 28th, 2004|10:25 pm]

Did you know that the only seven masted vessel EVER BUILT was the steel schooner Thomas W. Lawson, completed in 1902 by our very own Fore River Shipyard? The masty lass was used initially for carrying coal, and later tricked out as a proto- oil tanker. Alas, she was scuppered in a storm on the Scilly Islands in 1907, God save her, and is now but a memory.

More importantly, her seventh mast was referred to as the "spanker mast" according to her first master, a certain Captain Crowley.

It's like a forest that floats!
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(no subject) [Mar. 1st, 2004|02:41 pm]
I feel bad that I joined this community over a month ago and I have yet to post anything.  In light of this, I have decided to share a fun fact about my neck of the woods.  Houghs Neck that is!  Haw haw.
Way back in the day, long before you were born, there was a sexy roller disco next to the very heart of the community (the package store.)  To make a long story short, one fateful day this roller rink met an unfortunate end and burned down to the ground.
Q. What did they build in its place?
A. The Manet Health Center.
Which is better?  Well, I will leave that up for you to decide.
PS. If you type, "Houghs Neck" into Google Images then you can see thumbnails of the blaze.  I would post the pictures, but the actual site if being fussy.
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mrbatmanthehorse: write about it in quincy's best [Feb. 10th, 2004|09:05 pm]
I tutor a 5th grader in English and Math, once a week, for 3 hours or so. For the first hour I'm left alone with the kid in his house. Tonight the mother and father came home, and before I left, go:

Her: "So, have you met Byron?"
Me: "Nope..?"
Her: "OH! He's the retard that lives in the back room of our house!"

She brought him in his dinner and just went: "You're eating in here again tonight. You want to meet someone!?"

This completely freaked me out. So then her, and her son went on to tell me about Byron. Apparently they get money from the government for taking the guy in. BUT! What really creeps me out is the fact that I've been alone in the house with the kid many times, and unknown to me, this guy has been there too. In his little back room. Which, in itself, is really sad. But at the same time very creepy. If I hadn't known this guy lived there, and saw a guy I didn't notice walking through their house, I'd probably call the police or something (knowing he's not his father and such.)

Anyway, this Byron guy is an interesting man. He dresses like Hunter S. Thompson. Apparently, once again according to the little guy, he was sold to the family because he didn't have a home or family to go to.

Just another tale about the wonderful citizens of Quincy. I got served.
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the REAL Quincy's Best: [Feb. 9th, 2004|04:22 pm]
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Quincy's Historical Landmarks [Feb. 7th, 2004|03:31 pm]
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This sculpture is Quincy. I once sat on this giraffe. Have you? I bet you haven't.
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