Goonies 30th Anniversary in Astoria, OR
I took the hour trip out to Astoria, Oregon where the Goonies was filmed – 30 years ago this month. I went to all the usual sites and got my picture taken with the original Fratelli’s ORV.


I took the hour trip out to Astoria, Oregon where the Goonies was filmed – 30 years ago this month. I went to all the usual sites and got my picture taken with the original Fratelli’s ORV.


The 25th anniversary celebration was great. Wonder if this will be even better. Who’s in?
It’s hard to believe but one of the most iconic film of our youths is turning 30! Eager to relive one of the most beloved coming-of-age stories of the 1980s, fans will flock to historic Astoria, Oregon to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the cult classic film The Goonies. The celebration is set for June 4-7, 2015.
I saw this posting on Reddit and thought it was so good that I needed to save a copy here.
Reddit’s 42 Rules of Apartment Rental
So, you go to the Portland Retro Gaming panel of 80’s Atari programmers. Each one of which made the most popular games of the age, ones you and all your friends played. After the talk, you’re chatting with them and everyone discovers it’s well past lunch. You say, “Hey guys, you wanna go across the street and grab a bite to eat? My treat.”
And that’s how you end up taking all your childhood programming heroes out to lunch.

From L to R:
David Crane – Founder of Activision, Activision’s Pitfall
Tod Frye – Atari’s PacMan, Swordquest series
Rob Zdybel – Star Trek, Star Raiders, Atari Football
Bob Smith – Star Wars, Video Pinball, co-founder of Imagic
Gary Kitchen – Donkey Kong, Keystone Kapers
Mr Kitchen’s son
Me
Back and badder than ever! This weekend – Aug 16-17.
“Gather the wagons, grab three sturdy friends and prepare to hit the trail. Costumes, silly team names and pioneer spirit are highly highly encouraged though not, we suppose, strictly necessary.”
http://www.oregontraillive.com/
I went down to the Willamette Heritage Center in Salem, OR today to participate in the live action Oregon Trail game. It’s a re-creation of the many adventures of the old Oregon Trail game many will remember playing back in the day as kids.
The day started out by arriving and building your own ‘wagon’ to carry throughout the challenges:

While we waited for the official start, we wandered around the center and looked at many of the funny re-creators:
Soon we gathered for the start of the event which was kicked off by a bull-whip cracking minister:
And we were off to compete at 10 different stations based on events of the game. Like the 3-legged dysentery race in which you needed to run to an outhouse and back again:

This was simply a demonstration at the center of some guys doing period black-smiting:

Some teams came with their own shirts:

They had a great little bluegrass band playing while you competed. Very talented guys and nice accompanyment:

This was the river crossing event in which your team needed to protect your wagon while the local women’s roller-derby team tried to whack you and the tiny wagon with pool noodles:

Alas, not everyone makes it to Oregon. Here you had to bury your ‘ill-fated 5th team member’ that you made out of paper at the beginning of the event. Points were given based on the quality of your eulogy and the song you sang. The winners sang, “The wheels on the bus” for top prize…

This was my favorite event. You had to drive this guy over a short course while he recieted facts about meat. When you got back to the starting point, he’d quiz you based on what you remembered from his facts.

Some Japanese exchange students were the ‘animals’ in the shooting contest. These actually shot back – and were quite good shots really. We got top marks for our efforts:

This was the ‘caulk and float your boat’ event. You had to use tin foil, plastic wrap, and other craft supplies to protect your wagon from capsizing while fording the two ‘rivers’. Ours passed with flying colors.

Finally, you got the end – the office of the surveyor general. She would give you a little bit of string and you’d go into the yard and ‘stake your claim’. You’d then set up a little homestead. A prize was given for the best decorated homestead.
There was a tie for one prize, and they had to arm-wrestle for top honors in the saloon:

Afterwards, we went over to downtown Salem to Coin Jam brewpub and arcade. They had some AMAZING old machines in here. Even better than Ground Control in Portland:

So, overall, a fabulous time!
Decided to run up and get a sunset shot of Mt Hood on this beautiful summer day.

Our family has a interesting family tree. On our mother’s side we have a wonderful relative that has been collecting information, letters, visiting home countries, and constructing detailed and far-reaching family trees. Yet on our father’s side we haven’t done as much of that.
At a recently family gathering, a few relatives on that side were reminiscing. In the course of the discussion, it was revealed that one of the branches lead to family that lived in Portland, OR. An aunt remembered they were buried in a cemetery ‘overlooking the Willamette’.
Well, there are a lot of cemeteries that could fit that description, but we felt odds were good we could find them with some internet searches. Turns out, however, they were not listed anywhere I looked. Instead, a cousin managed to find them at the Wilhelm Memorial Mausoleum – made famous partly by Chuck Palanuck’s book “Fugitives and Refugees: A Walk in Portland, Oregon”. Unfortunately, when I had looked them up via their online search page – they weren’t listed. A testament to the fact that not all information is on the internet.
I have had some time off the last few days, so I called them up and went over just before closing time. The mausoleum buildings were very nice and somewhat extensive on the ridge of the hill in the Sellwood district of Portland. Yet, like an iceberg, this was only the tiny visible tip of a much, MUCH larger structure. The greeter gave me a map and told me where I could locate them. I was buzzed into the crypts and went to find them.
First off, the place is MASSIVE. There are at least 5 floors that extend through the hillside. Room after room of crypts.
I finally arrived at The Hall of Apostles – where I was told they were buried.
And here they are:
One of my aunt’s remembered that Claude had said he would be buried in a spot where they could overlook the river – and sure enough – this was the view.
[Updated on 5-3-2013 after contact with Potato’s owner – see the comments section below]
I was watching Laika’s new movie Paranorman when I got a surprise.
Laika studios is based in Portland and the office is only 3 blocks from my house in our quiet little neighborhood. I got about 10 minutes into the movie when our young protagonist Norman is walking down the street and passes a seemingly innocuous little sign:

You’ll notice poor Potato is missing. And a $5000 reward. But would you be shocked if I told you this sign was hanging in our neighborhood about a year or two back:

[5-3-2013 update] Actual owner of Potato saw this posting and said that poor Potato just went missing and has yet to be found. It was not contractors, etc but I include that original posting here since that’s what I first heard. If you’ve seen her, do drop him a note or post here.
[This original information was disproven by owner – more proof that even in a tight neighborhood you shouldn’t listen to what every ‘neighbor of’ or ‘friend of’ has said.] Even more strange is the fact that I recently ran into folks in our neighborhood (who also owned a cute bulldog) that were friends with the owners of poor missing Potato and told the strange tale. It seems that some contractors were working at the owner’s house over several days. The day they finished, Potato went missing. The owners plastered the neighborhood with signs and a $1000 reward. Then $5000.
The owners grew to suspected the contractors whose stories didn’t quite jive when asked about the last day of their work. (Something similar happened to another house in our hood in which a house was ‘accidentally’ left unlocked on the last day the contractors were there. Right after the contractors left it was completely stripped in under 2 hours – even though it had set for weeks untouched. Convenient huh?). Apparently when the $5000 reward came out one of the contractors claimed that they came to work and Potato had fallen into the pool and died. The contractors buried Potato ‘somewhere else’ to cover up the accidental death. The owners were never convinced, and Potato never found. The owners are convinced he was stolen by the contractors. (Something I tend to agree with after a friend’s pug was stolen and only recovered when the family who took him was caught at a Petsmart when they ran the ID chip in him and it didn’t match. The people weren’t even remorseful about it at all. They were angry at the Petsmart guys and tried to forcibly take him back.)
If you have information about Potato, please post it here and the original owner should see it.
It started with predictions of Snow-pocalypse. Portland was going to get creamed with snow – mountains of it. Multiple days of snow and ice that would result in stranded people, folks without heat or power, etc. Newcasters went on and on and on about how terrible it was going to be. 4-6 inches overnight with another solid 24 hours of more snow. Then it was 2-4 inches, then day before it was 1-2 inches. Then the night began, and the snow that was supposed to start at 3pm was still unseen as I walked home from a night of free-play at Ground Kontrol around 9pm. Queue sleep and wake the next morning:

So, we did actually get snow on Thursday morning, and untouched side streets that the sun wasn’t shining on were slippery, but by 10am it was all melted anywhere you went. Still, the local news crews were out doing hard-hitting, on the scene reporting in the 1.5″ official of snow laying around on the streets despite the fact there was a palpable air of desperation in their tone as they tried to play up what was clearly no snow-pocalypse. And the snow that was supposed to fall all day and night of Thursday? Well, it’s sunny right now on Friday and there was absolutely no snow yesterday or overnight. None.
Don’t get me wrong, up in the mountain passes and some of the local hills snow can turn the steep, unsalted/un-deiced streets into a real hazard you don’t want to drive on without studded tires. And if you’d gotten ALL the normal drivers out on these roads, it probably would have been a never-ending string of pileups due to drivers unaccustomed to driving in snow (I saw 2 cars off the road on a 1/2 mile stretch of icy pavement due to folks still driving like they are on dry pavement).
All this I could forgive if it was an isolated instance. But this seems to happen any time the hint of snow is predicted for our area. So if there’s one take-away I’ve learned from Oregon weather forecasters in the last 10 years – it’s this: don’t believe them when they predict snow-pocolypses *days* in advance. Check out weather.com yourself and watch the changing predictions there up to the day it’s supposed to happen. Till then, don’t change any of your plans.