The work presented here was submitted under my name only, but could not have been completed without the help of my collaborators, Waldo Cheerio and Pamda Bhaer. Waldo and Pamda were both present throughout the entirety of the warm-up, and Pamda was instrumental in the completion of all of the extended response questions. They were all done on the last possible day, but with the most possible heart. So three cheers for Pamda and Waldo. Hopefully we will be able to post some of the answers they didn't send in - as well as their accounts of events - soon.

In the interest of space (SPACE), I am following the example of many other fine players and only posting the highlights of this practical. The following are in no particular order.

Warm-Up: Use Google to Search For Something You are Missing In Your Life
The warm-ups were completed jointly by myself, Pamda, Rustin Groot, and Waldo. We did them over the course of a three-day camping trip to San Clemente. Thus, we did not have internet access. Naturally, we decided that this gross lack was something that only Google could solve. We made a sign:

And waited for the Street View car to come by.

It didn't, so we taped the sign up to a nearby lamppost and headed back to camp. We figured all Google had to do once it found the sign was use Google Earth to trace us back to our campsite, and VIOLA! INTERNET! This is the one time Google has failed us.

Paper Life Cycle/Wetsuit/Ira
I joked about doing this in the car with Waldo a few days prior. We both had a good laugh. And then I did it.


Swedish Chef/Self-Indulgence/Gula
I used to eat paper all the time when I was in elementary school, but I must sadly say that I have since lost my taste for it. Thus, it was necessary for me to spice it up a bit by putting it in a delicious subway sandwich.

Mm-mm-mm. Paper-y.

Time For Revolution
Pamda and I attempted to re-create the Broccoli Defamation League logo in flaming broccoli. We didn't have enough of the villainous vegetable to make the broccoli symbol in the center, but we figured that making the whole thing out of broccoli was enough.

We then proceeded to stomp our opponents into the dust.


Biggest Fan
Finding someone to applaud in a crowded target is harder than one might imagine. I was confronted by a man claiming to be an off-duty cop at one point. He accused me of "racial profiling" because I had been standing near him earlier and was at that moment standing next to a Latino woman in a cosmetics aisle. This is what you get from trying to be a big fan. Luckily, i managed to find someone who was both underappreciated and and overwhelmingly appreciative.


Mu Dance


Grouposis Realized
We answered most of this question in a pretty standard fashion, labeling a painting for U of A, a shadow for CE, a tree for Biome, etc. However, our label for Humanitarian Crisis was a bit more inspired:



Observe Pamda's note-applying skills.



Now we can be certain. That child will not be eaten.

Be Evil/Luxuria
In order to properly sneak up on the gummies, I had to become a gummy. To that end, I doffed all of my clothes and joined the orange team as a double agent. They were so busy trying to find their way back to the other teams that they neglected to discover the traitor in their midst!

I built them a bridge using my discarded tie:

And then turned around and nommed them in the back!

But at least I apologized, right?

Right?

Freedom in Solitude
I had not yet participated in JTTEOTM when I did the Practical, and so I had to glean what rules I could from other players' accounts. I knew that there were runners and chasers, and that one had to acquire signatures from strangers. To that end, I appointed myself a runner, the manager of a local burger king as a checkpoint person, and everyone else in the world as a chaser. I left my house at 10:30, dressed all in black, and followed this path.

I arrived at my final checkpoint, a friend's house, exhausted and blister-footed. To my chagrin, I found that the friend - who I had been counting on for a ride home - was across town, and thus unable to give me a ride. Fortunately, I convinced a friendly ex-security guard in a passing car that I had been jumped, and that my assailants had taken my shoes. Score one ride home for Tac Haberdash.

Obviousness
I knew what to do.


Speed Holes
After a rousing series of funky drum beats, I loaded my drumset back into my car, only to find that the batter head on my bass drum had a couple of enormous holes in it. Or should I say ... SPEED HOLES? Every cloud has a silver lining, ladies and gentlemen. Observe how speedily my bass drum performed after the modification:

(Filmed by my 6-year-old niece)