Archives for “Gary Dirin”

This one time, I was drinking at the bar with my friend and we heard this slow, steady, tap, tap, tapping coming up the stairs. Ryan, the bartender, ran over to greet the new arrival, who seemed to be a blind guy with a hat. Would he like a seat? Indeed. Ryan, the joker, sat [...]

(gary dirin hasn’t forgotten you. have you forgotten him?) With the ripples of the walls subsiding and the scotch… or was it whiskey? With courage working its way through my body, I turned to Gary and forced a feeble smile. He laughed again, and pushed another button, and I saw the wall in front of [...]

… Well, look who decided to check out this page for the first time in years. I must say, I’m happy with the way this is turning out. Gary Dirin was a great chap in his lifetime, and I hope his legend lives on to inspire all. I think I’ll be checking this out a [...]

I awoke to a loud bang, or more of a quick series of bangs, like all the rifles at a military funeral going off not quite in unison. The great cog I had pitched my tent on shook a little, I smelt a little smoke, and then there was silence. Well, as close as it [...]

( apologies for the delay. I got stuck: I knew where i want to go after this bit, but I hadn’t quite figured out how to get there from here. I was hanging out with miles and scott last night and miles made a joke suggestion which I realized was perfect. ) I sincerely wanted [...]

Back when I used to belong to an urban exploration group I saw a lot of strange things and been to some quite odd places, abandoned hospitals, drainage tunnels. You name it. It was back in April of ’95 I was exploring the networks of massive drainage tunnels in Nevada. I was going solo against [...]

Legend tells us of Gary Dirin, a man who was considered even in King Arthur’s time to be a myth. Over time, the stories have been changed and exaggerated in the telling, but this much they seem to hold in common: Gary Dirin ruled Scotland for a period of no less than 50 years. He [...]

I would like first to disclaim this anecdote: It turns out that my new friend and Jen’s “terew” love N has met Garydirin. After I inserted enough beers into his mouth the other night, I was able to extract some information about Gd from the selfsame orifice. We all know that Garydirin is a 32 [...]

Gary Dirin stopped dead, held out his hands, and motioned us to be silent. The shreiking wail grew steadily louder, and in horror I realized why. Without making a sound, Gary rushed us along the tunnel in search of someplace to hide. Having passed not a single crack or gap or door in the walls [...]

(apologies for the delay, I’ve been a bit busy of late. see my journal for details…) Domingo and his brother and I had just started across the bridge when arrows started whizzing past us, clattering on the bridge, and falling over the side, to tumble down down towards the fiery orange river far below. In [...]

Old Rome was not our destination, of course. It was merely the first door on the road. The doorway we sought lay far ahead and below us, and even in Roman times it had been thought a myth. We had weeks of travel before we would reach it. Down massive smoothly hewn tunnels, wide roadways [...]

(there is a fair bit more to come, not sure how long it will be, but part three is written and it’s just getting started. probably 10-15 easily.) It was just a bible. But it had been written in. Or rather, over, in a large hand, with ink and brush. For the entire book, and [...]

Wow. Looks like things are taking off here. That’s good. I need all your stories about garydirin, and how things used to be with that old chap. After all, how else could we remember the great man that is he? Lemme tell you about the old days with garydirin and okibaka… Jeremy out. —–

And those who knew him, or heard his legend far and wide, wondered how he had surpassed so many of us. How had he lived through the ages as he had? Some believed that it was because he embodied the coarser side of all of us. Because he represented these primal desires, some of the [...]

It wasn’t a loud sort of noise that woke me that morning, not really. It was loud, of course, but it didn’t feel loud. it never did with Gary Dirin. Gary always made exactly as much noise as was needed, and it always felt right. He had that way with a lot of things, or [...]

Well, it seems I have missed the boat. The first person I met on the train out east, three days of rails and tunnels and sleepless nights and sunsets like you’ve never seen before and the worst part of every town you pass through, was a man sitting peacefully across the aisle from me. I [...]

I use Windows XP, and I am not ashamed. Just had to get that out of my system. My new site: www.jtdesignsweb.com/tbs The Bitch Site – The complainer’s paradise! Jeremy out. —–

Well, boys and girls, let me tell you about the good ole days with Gary Dirin. Gary Dirin began his humble life as a bastard child of a Russian politician and a Sicilian whore. Not the most likely of occurences, but Gary Dirin was not the most ordinary type of chap. After being adopted by [...]

Yes, Garydirin was quite the character. I remember this one time when he set up a forum at killingmachines.org and abandoned it. Soon, mysteriously, people began posting to it. People Garydirin did not know and had never heard of, mind you. So with this confusion setting up shop in my, er, his addled brain, he [...]

This one time, me & Gary Dirin hitchiked across the country following Ween, during their Country tour with Beck. At this one show, Gary got so wasted that during a particularly rousing 57 minute rendition of Poop Ship Destroyer, he rushed the stage and crapped his pants. Then Gener kicked him in the ass.I laughed [...]

Ah, Garydirin. I remember the first time I met him. Nice guy, if you can look past the hair and terribly deformed bicuspids. But, Garydirin has a heart of gold, and if you take the time to talk to him, he’ll inspire you. So go on, give him a chance. You might find yourself feeling [...]

So, what’s this forum all about? —–