MIT Science Fiction Society

84 Massachusetts Avenue

Cambridge, MA 02139

MITSFS Meeting Minutes

Friday, November 24, 2000

MITSFS meeting called to order, 1700 SST, Jamie Morris, Chancellor and Pseudo-Skinner, presiding. Ed Keyes is the turkey-stuffed Onseck.

Minutes read.

Motion: Condemn the minutes for not being properly typeset. Voting gives 1-0-0+Spehn. The Pseudo-Skinner flips a coin to break the tie, and the motion goes under the desk.

[John] ``We should have asked for a recount.''

A hand recount proceeds. One absentee ballot is recorded for Spehn. The motion passes 2-0-0+Spehn.


Committee Reports

Pseudo-Dexmistress: Made a pink spine label for the Pinkdex.

Pianocomm: Joe has a real key now.

Mobcomm: Got a box of books.

Pianocomm: We are running out of keys. The latest word is that the doors will be fitted with new locks by mid-November. Ummm...

A discussion of thought-reading locks and hypnosis (it will let you in if you think it should...).

Our LPs are overflowing the new book shelf.

Mortcomm: L. Sprague de Camp died recently.

Pseudo-Jourcomm: TZ real soon now.


Old Business

Ugly shelves are still with us. Can we take photos of them to help reunite them with the right-size shelf pieces?

More waiting on the Alumni Association.

We still need a tall person to put our sign back up. There are some remarks on the ``Jade Wang Memorial Dent'' in the door.


New Business

We have a new computer, yay. Ellen will soon give us a monitor to match, hopefully. Discussion of net connectivity. Plans to have a secure server in the Sachs powered by a prentice with a hand-crank.

Member checks out a book. Aaron gets a key fine.

[Jamie] ``Let the minutes show he was very very naughty.''

Motion: Give Jamie a banana for his joke. Chickens 4-0-4+Spehn.

The Columbia University Science Fiction Society will probably drop by when they're in town for Arisia. They warned us not to use nukes in New Jersey because of the danger of horrible mutants.

Have we planned selling stuff at the cons yet? Probably Boskone, maybe Arisia.


Future Business

Jamie tries to fake a bing, but doesn't fool John.

A call for future predictions. John wagers all the lint in his navel that in the year 2001 we will not be sending a fully sentient space probe to Jupiter.

Motion: (John silently contemplates a banana.) This action is seconded, and voted upon. Passes 3+the banana-John's treacherous foot-John's other foot and hand+Spehn.

Meeting adjourned, 1739 SST.

Respectfully submitted,
Ed Keyes, Onseck