Putting Faces to Nik Names

TIAPOS 1-29-09. From left: Mississippi Motorhead, The Great Mushnik, The Great Large Pants, Chef Pickle.



From left: Chef Pickle, The Great Domin-Nik, Blonde Bombshell



The Great Plotnik is just out of sight at the bottom of the table in Domin-Nik's dining room, with his guitar in his lap.

Everybody doesn't come to TIAPOS every meeting, but when we all do it's the best night of the week. The secret ingredient in Domin-Nik's brownies is...teriyaki pumpkin seeds? Yes! And they were delicious!

Here's a paragraph from what Brother Large Pants read last night, about driving through dreary Nebraska last summer, listening to the Stones' 'Exile on Main Street.'
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"Well, all right Mr. Mick. The afternoon sun is in fact shining on us, and the randomly decorated hay fields of central Nebraska are surrounding us with largely empty space to fill with this pounding rock 'n' roll from the Twentieth Century, eons before, say, Britney Spears or the proliferation of so much bad music by upstart unknowns that I've completely lost track of whole generations of techno-this-that-and-the-other. In some odd little way, induced by an outdated CD player in a somewhat antiquated automobile on a badly kept up highway in the middle of the largely empty fields of central Nebraska, we're just having more fun than you can shake a stick at. Long live rock 'n' roll. And may the Stones survive to rock the assembly hall in their Old Folks' Home of choice."