MIT Science Fiction Society
84 Massachusetts Avenue
Cambridge, MA 02139
MITSFS Meeting Minutes
Friday, May 12, 2006
The Society has received intelligence that the Harvard-Radcliffe Science Fiction Association (HRSFA) plans to conduct a raid on the Society during the meeting today. Appropriate defensive measures have been taken.
MITSFS meeting called to order, 1700 SST, Andrew Clough, President and Skinner, presiding; Kevin Riggle, Onseck, recording.
Motion to amend the minutes to change ``Hiiiiiiii!'' to ``Hiiiiiiii!~'' passes by Skinnerial decree.// Motion to approve the minutes as razor-sharp passes 9-6-7 plus Spehn.
The Society is heavily-armed today.
``You mean meetings aren't just for funny quotes?''
Physical Plant came in to fix the leaky air conditioner and was stymied by the Cavin donation boxes stacked in front of it. Since the Cavin donation has been fully processed, Jamie moved the boxes into the Alley, whence Panthercomm can deal with them. There are now two Bondagecomm boxes and two trading stock boxes which need to be moved to the Lab. Ed appears to be the only person who has access to the Lab right now, so it may take a while to do that.
Motion to decree that the word qwomen always be spelled with a silent 'q' in the minutes passes.
We're holding a joint MITSFS-HRSFA movie mob to go see X-Men 3 on May 26. Details will be sent out in e-mail to the Society, or can be requested by e-mailing the Onseck. May 20 is the deadline to request that we get a ticket for you.
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The Society hears clicking outside and discovers that HRSFA has in fact arrived in suits and sunglasses, bearing dart-guns. Our advance-guard neutralizes many before the rest of the Society even makes it to the door, but the survivors fight hard and for the next minutes a ferocious gun battle rages in the hallway...
Although the HRSFAns fight honorably and well, they are no match for the battle-hardened Assassins of the Society, to whose skill its defense has been commended. After all the invaders are slain, we resurrect them and invite them to join us to finish the meeting and go to dinner afterwards. Over the din of a Society suddenly doubled in size, various banana motions fail to gain seconds, accompanied by comments of ``Lame!''. Some people start singing the Adjournment Song, and after the first chorus, which misses `rousing' but manages `sort of mildly troublesome, much like a half-dead mosquito,' the Skinner ends the meeting. We adjourn with many of the HRSFAns to Royal East for dinner.
BING! Meeting adjourned, 1830 SST.