MITSFS meeting called to order, 1730 SST, Andrew Clough, President and Skinner, presiding; Margaret Gentile, Pseudo-Onseck, recording.
Minutes read by the pseudo-pseudo-Onseck, John Carr.
Motion to commend minutes for containing at lest 35% squirrels by volume. Passes 10-0-Spehn.
BING!
We annexed space and filled it with boxes and sprayed it with musk to keep the outsiders away.
Motion to not spray it with musk at risk of attracting squirrels. Fails for lack of second.
John has a picture of the empty space in a squirrel's tail. Motion to send a probe to investigate passes 5-1-3+Spehn.
What I said last week about what I said the previous week only more so, only more so.
Instead of counting down the days until TZ should be published, we are counting up the days after TZ should have been published.
Bluebellcomm and Panthercomm are overflowed. Consider yourself harassed. John created space by removing a box of Kleenex brand facial tissues from the Skinner Shelf.
John shows a picture of a squirrel excitedly discovering a pile of sunflower hearts. Margaret says ``Its eyes bore into your soul!'' A moment later, her soul taken over by the cute squirrel, she adds ``chickoo!''
Chris say he was surrounded by rabbits.
Saying ``we've moved onto nowhere'' the Skinner has had enough with committee reports.
BING!
Undeterred, John shows pictures of fuzzy mutant ``rabbits.'' They look like feather dusters with noses. Malcolm suggests it took a lot of high quality fabric softener to make them look like that.
The pseudo-Onseck's hand is too slow to record the entire subsequent conversation. The highlights include monkey squirrels, lemurs, and near-future novels serialized in Asimov's. Is it antipope or autopope? antipope.com is for sale. Charles Stross has antipope.org.
Everybody starts singing. Andrew flees. The Vice seizes power in a (relatively) bloodless coup. Alas! The Skinner returns. In the ensuing struggle for control of the gavel the meeting is adjourned at 17:30 SST.
Vice: Grr...foiled again...