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August 4, 2022

Summer Camp (2015)

This movie seems to be very overlooked as I do not see a lot of hoopla for it online. I never heard of it even as an avid horror movie fan. There is not even a Wikipedia article for the movie which is kind of par for the course. Four American counselors show up to prepare for a summer camp session in Spain to teach local kids English. Things get chaotic when something gets into their environment. The four main characters have really great chemistry together and really carry the movie along well. Diego Boneta plays the somewhat nerdy, kind-hearted guy. Andrés Velencoso plays the playful ladies’ man. Maiara Walsh plays the bouncy, playful girl. Jocelin Donahue plays the straight-laced serious girl. The movie had a lot of twists and turns that I did not expect and the pacing was pretty much perfect. I recommend this movie.

Moonstalker

This is also somehow an obscure movie. While it has a Wikipedia page, I cannot find a good trailer on YouTube for it but I can find the whole movie there for free. This was a purely independent movie in the eighties so that makes sense. A group of young people at a wilderness survival training camp have to deal with the vengeance of a local gone crazy. This is definitely an ensemble piece with few standouts but the hokey acting was great. The deaths were a lot of gory fun. I also like the costuming for the movie’s villain. I recommend this movie.

The Burning

I had heard of this one for a while but finally got access to it so I was happy to watch it since it is so heavily lauded with praise. A group of campers on a canoe trip get stalked by a disfigured camp caretaker with thoughts of revenge. This is the film debut of Jason Alexander, Fisher Stevens, and Holly Hunter. Alexander in particular has a huge role as the class clown camper that everybody looks to for moral support in the crisis. Brian Backer is arguably the hero of the movie as the awkward kid that nobody believes. Brian Matthews is a brave and strong head counselor. Larry Joshua plays the meathead bully. Michelle is the no-nonsense head female counselor. I really liked the brutal gore in the movie which had impressive practical effects. I recommend this movie.

Music of the Week:

Gorillaz – Cracker Island ft. Thundercat

Camila Cabello, Maria Becerra – Hasta Los Dientes

Conan Gray – Disaster

blackbear – queen of broken hearts

Mashup of the Week:

Lil Tarantula – I Knew You Were Trouble

Weekly Update:

  • This week’s theme is “Fun at Camp”
  • I watched a ton of YouTube and Twitch: Game Grumps, Barry Kramer, Gabi Belle, Attorney Tom, Impact Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling, Cruel World Happy Mind, Emily D. Baker, Super Horror Bro, GTLive, Wendigoon, Conaco, LS Mark
  • I watched more Riverdale Season 5
  • I watched more Umbrella Academy Season 3
  • I watched more The Flash Season 8
  • I watched more Legends of Tomorrow Season 6
  • I watched more Naomi Season 1
  • I started watching Found! Season 1
  • I started watching Top Secret UFO Projects: Declassified
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Summer Camp Pt. 2

September 4, 2017

(Oops this was supposed to post weeks ago.  Pretend I posted it before Part 3. Happy Labor Day!)

The other major summer camp I went to was Camp Shohola up in Greeley, Pennsylvania. The camp is situated on Lake Greeley and down the road a couple miles from actual Shohola, Pennsylvania which always confused me a little bit also for reasons I will get to in a minute. This was my first taste of real independence. Mom and Dad and my brothers were all a four-hour drive away and none of my other relatives were any closer. It was my first shot at being out there ‘on my own’ and I jumped into it with wild abandon. Not that I hated my folks at all but I guess I needed a little bit of space. I was given the option to go to summer camp for four weeks or eight weeks and I chose eight. I know my mother was astonished but my folks agreed. I was off to the wilds of Pennsylvania near the New York border.

When I arrived, the grounds seemed so big and they were. They were huge. While we were not far from the road, it felt like we were in the middle of nowhere. I was introduced to my cabin. That was a big adjustment. It was the first time that I had shared a room with other people aside from motel and hotel rooms on family vacations. It helped that our cabin banded together pretty quickly. I was such a good kid but it was cool to hang out with a bunch of tricksters and jokesters. It definitely added new elements to my young personality to be able to break the rules and test the boundaries. I have fond memories of all of us lying awake in our bunk beds late into the night. Our bunk counselor usually went over to the staff lounge or elsewhere until later in the night which was the norm. There were assigned patrols that watched the cabins to make sure we did not get too out of control. We definitely drew the ire of the patrol now and then. I especially remember pulling out my camera and flipping on the bright flash and just setting it off in pitch blackness to blind my bunkmates.

The food was delicious. I remember looking forward to meals a lot because there was always plenty of food and the cooks were dead set on making each meal delicious. They knew they were catering to over a hundred boys of various ages and they never got into exotic territories. Meals were always a flurry of passing of platters and pouring of drinks as we all devoured meals like sharks. For each meal, there were assigned ‘biddies’ which meant that you had to go to the dining hall early and set your assigned table. It taught me that setting the table was not really that hard and not the arduous chore that I thought it might be. Plus, I learned how to carry eight mugs at once. Every Sunday we got ice cream at the end of lunch and if your bunk had won that week’s cleanliness award, you got two scoops instead of one. It was a much sought after prize. We also had a weekly visit to the canteen where we were alotted one soda and one candy bar. I often traded my candy bar for another soda.

From early on I was way into waterfront activities. I have always loved to be in or near the water. I guess that goes hand in hand with growing up in a city like Baltimore. I was never a big fan of structured swimming because I find laps tedious and exhausting. Instead, I loved to sail. Our camp had little two-person Sunfish sailboats. A friend of mine and I worked really well together in those boats and we actually won quite a few races that first year of camp. Of course, in order to sail I had to do an enormous amount of laps without touching the H dock to prove that if the boat went down, I could still swim back to camp. I hated it so much but in the end, it was worth it and I completed the test each year so I could sail, canoe and raft.

Yes, I said raft. The camp was very good at getting us out on trips every so often. They organized trips that you could sign up for so you could escape the routine now and then. I went rafting on the Yough<>, I went hiking at High Point State Park (in Jersey), I went to musicals, I went to ballgames and so many more things. That is not to say that I did not love a lot of the activities actually on camp grounds. Camp Shohola was the first place I ever fired a gun in Riflery, learning to respect the power of firearms. It is also where I happily fired bow and arrows and learned that I was pretty good at it. I may not have gotten jazzed over stuff like soccer but I loved the geekier sports. I even got to do horseriding regularly and I really enjoyed it. It was scary at first but I felt powerful and tall for the first time in my life on the back of a horse.

On rainy days, we were chased inside to a big barn of a building with a movie screen and plenty of floor space to sit on. I do not remember them ever showing us any movies in that place, though. I remember them showing a lot of sports highlight movies, I suppose as an effort to continue the sports mindset despite the rain. I remember them showing a lot of compilations of football (soccer) goals. The volume was turned low as most of the commentary was in Spanish anyway (which I was studying at the time). Impressive soccer goals are really fun to watch but I remember seeing those videos enough that I got bored. As long as we stayed calm, we were allowed to talk amongst ourselves. So I would find somebody I knew and we would just hangout and have a chill time. It was a little boring but sometimes it is good to be bored.

I have a lot more to say about Shohola so tune in next Monday for the end of Summer Camp for the year. (Just in time for school to start!)

Camp Pt. 3

August 14, 2017

One of the things that have gotten me thinking about summer camp lately (besides seeing kids running wild) is the reemergence of Wet Hot American Summer. When I watched the First Day of Camp miniseries much of it was familiar. Part of that was the inclusion of Camp Tigerclaw across the lake. When I went to Camp Shohola we had our own rival camp across the lake. Since we were on Lake Greeley, the camp was appropriately (and maybe unoriginally) named Camp Greeley. They were our rivals. I recently found a letter I mailed to my mother about competing against them in sports. Of all things, I was made part of the baseball team and, according to my letter, we demolished them 12 – 1. They were also one part of my sailing team’s competitors. They were within sight across the thinnest part of the lake (where both camps were situated) and I often wondered what their camp was like. We had a negative opinion of them but that was a camp tradition so I am not sure what they were actually like.

Camp Shohola was also where I cemented my passion for geeky, nerdy, and artsy pursuits. When you first got to camp, you got to sign up for activities based on what was offered and the spots available. The limitations also kept kids from strictly doing arts and crafts or only doing land sports and suffering heat stroke. However, there was a building at camp called the Comm-Tech building which became my desired destination for most activities. It was where I sent some of my first emails when that was still a novelty. I took photography classes which mostly consisted of me wandering around the camp with a camera and taking pictures. Then I had to return to the darkroom where I would develop them by hand Ghostbusters 2-Style. While I was there, it was probably when channels like MTV were at their highest point in terms of both popularity and quality. I teamed up with a couple people to film and edit music videos. We mostly made They Might Be Giants videos but, in a departure for me, I made a video with a Marilyn Manson fan who shaved his own eyebrows off.

I spent a lot of time in that building. I felt a kinship with the misfits that were also drawn there. I took circuitry classes where I learned to solder and how to follow instructs to create little kits. I created little devices that I can barely remember. I do remember creating a little sound modulator that you could shift in pitch to make interesting yet annoying sounds. I also created a strobe light at some point. I never became very adept at designing or repairing anything but soldering circuits together were pretty fun. There was also just a lot of time that I spent hanging around the building, seeing what was new in tech. I learned a lot about my future passions by sitting around and talking about music, movies, and the emerging Internet. Of course, then I would go back into the sunshine, usually thinking about returning later.

The Comm-Tech building was so-called because it was both technology and communications. The communications part was mainly a radio station with an FM station called WCSR or Camp Shohola Radio. There was also an AM station but few people messed with it. The radio station had regularly scheduled shows where people could call in and make requests. I loved listening to the radio station and I hung around the building a lot so it was almost inevitable that I would make a connection. A friend of mine had a regular radio station and I would assist him. I would pull albums off the shelf while he talked to people on the phone and sometimes I would help screen calls for him. Eventually, I took tests and got my own radio license. I rode solo on exactly one show in which I went mad with power and played whatever I wanted including liberal use of an actual record player. Eventually, my enthusiasm was rewarded and I became a regular co-host of a news show where I read stories off of the AP wire. It was a lot of pressure to be on the radio but I felt really important doing it even if people might have been tuning out instead of listening to the news.

Finally, we had something in Camp Shohola called Color Wars, a summer-long competition between two halves of the camp. The camp was divided into a Green Team and a White Team which normally did not impact day to day operations. When events came up, the two sides were very competitive. In my years at Camp Shohola, I ended up on both teams at different times. The cool thing was that the types of competition actually varied. The two teams played each other in games like soccer and baseball but there were plenty of other events to tap into non-athletic skills. I competed on the trivia team at least one year, using my sponge-like memory to come up with obscure facts and bits of information. There was also a camp-wide scavenger hunt where clues were broadcast on the radio station and you had to figure out who or what you were looking for to earn points.

My favorite event was an epic relay race that went back and forth across the entire camp. This was no ordinary relay race, though. Each leg of the race was an individual event where some task had to be completed before the next camper could compete in their event. I loved participating in this because the team leaders were good at figuring out people’s strengths and weaknesses and finding a good event for them to compete in. I cannot remember all the wacky things I had to do but I do remember two of them. The first was that I had to set an entire table as quickly as possible. As I mentioned before, I had gotten really good at carrying mugs on my fingers without dropping them. I had become really good at setting the table at that point. The other was because I had been taking golf lessons all summer. I had to hit a golf ball from the outfield and hit home plate and I completed that task way before the other team did, earning a lot of pats on the back.

Well, summer is almost done so I think I will pack away camp stories for now. Maybe I will do this again next year.


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