MITSFS meeting called to order, 1730 SST, Andrew Clough, President and Skinner, presiding; Kevin Riggle, Onseck, recording.
Minutes read.
Motion is made to commend the minutes as compost. Passes 10-1-5+Spehn.
BING!
BING!
The usual motion is made much earlier than usual.
ALGOL BING!
The Society decides the Skinner can't do anything right by >-<-1+Spehn.
"You're not supposed to let it run away. You're supposed to staple the squirrel to your forehead."
The Society discusses squirrel fishing. Margaret: "There is photographic evidence that there are other people who are just as insane as I am."
BING!
"Okay, we'll send you the house sparrows and you can send us the grey squirrels."
Buffalo-hunting squirrels. Yes. Just because. The Onseck is just writing stuff down as it happens now.
"I had a dream last night which involved Andrew Boardman publishing a novel, which is kind of ironic since he can't even get out TZ."
"Christ was an atomic physicist?"
Malcolm narrowly escapes being packed off to Albania by a vote of 2-2-4+Spehn.
Jamie tries squirrel-fishing for Joy, but is unsuccessful. "Ah, you shoulda' seen the one that got away..."
The Onseck is instructed to flip a coin to determine which version of the minutes the quantuum superposition of the minutes collapses to, by vote of the Society. The version it collapses to does not, unfortunately, include the results of the vote.
Motion to kill all red and grey squirrels by breeding a banana-colored, banana-flavored Gnostic squirrel with vampire fangs passes 17-3-3+Spehn.
Meeting adjourned, 1735 SST.