And the winner is... [drum roll...] Tuesday 30 September 2008 - So far none of the former members included on the previous address list [through dumb luck (no, make that through just plain "dumb")] have replied with their schedule preferences, and most of the current members have. Only one SANEster reporting in can't make it on the 30th, but this person has a problem with the next 10 Tuesdays, so this month's schedule was not a particular issue (gesundheit!). The rest of us should put our thinking caps on and see if there's another night other than Tuesdays which would be good for all of us, to placate the angry scheduling gods. Or not - 10 weeks is only 3 months, and 2 or 3 meetings, depending.
So, we will be meeting at Pam A's at around 7:00 pm on Tuesday, 30 September 2008, and we will be making Carol Barton's foldering-up cards to put someone into the White House, a la the suggestion proffered by Ms. Mary (who told Bestey, who told Ratso, and so on, and so on, and so on...) For the forgetful, the .pdf file that describes the process more completely, with things to print in jolly color and everything, is:
So, we will be meeting at Pam A's at around 7:00 pm on Tuesday, 30 September 2008, and we will be making Carol Barton's foldering-up cards to put someone into the White House, a la the suggestion proffered by Ms. Mary (who told Bestey, who told Ratso, and so on, and so on, and so on...) For the forgetful, the .pdf file that describes the process more completely, with things to print in jolly color and everything, is:
http://www.popularkinetics.com/Images/Making Photos/White House Pop-Up/White House Pop-Up.PDF
Of course, them what wants to elect the robot from "The Day the Earth Stood Still," "The Creature From the Black Lagoon" (technically ineligible, as that would be a third consecutive term), Tina Fey or Raku, the Smoke-Eating Mollusk-Headed Donkey to the White House, Club 54, the 89th Street Mediterranean Happy Baths, Luray Caverns, or Luray Cabernet (a light, piddly wine with a runny nose and a sore throat), are welcome to cadge and/or create their own graphics, using (or not) Carol B's handy-dandy template, and do whatever thou wilst. Funny word, wilst. Funnier than whilst by a long shot, and there being only an 'h' difference between them, imagine that.
All I'm saying is that we need not feel constrained by The Bartonator's imagination: that we're making a foldering-up card kinda sumthing sorta like the McCain/Obama-in-the-White-House card, only it's up to you to figure out perzackly what that is and brang it along witchoo (gesundheit!).
So bring cardlike stock, either printed on already or ready for you to add graphicals to, cutting tools (Bowie knives, acetylene torches, sarcasm, schizzors or X-Ackley knives), glue-like substances, and an envelope (or something that lets you know just what size an envelope is, so your creation will have some way to get where it's going), a quick wit and no small amount of self-confidence and appear at the door of Pam A's at 7ish on, well, you know the date -- 30 September 2008.
Good to get that off my carapace.
Buzzy
P.S. (Pirate-Script): Arrgh, and remember to m[aargh]k Talk Like a Pirate Day on Friday, 19 September 2008 (it's always on the 19th, no matter what day of the week that [arrgh]). How do I typically celebrate? Well, I get out my old peg leg and eyepatch, carry my p[aargh]rrot around on my should[arrgh], swagg[aargh] a lot, and end my day by gently using my broadsw[aargh]d to prod some daft matey off the plank*. But that's just me. Nobody should tell YOU how to celebrate the high holey days!
* Be sure to get your official Pirate Planks at PlankCo, Plank Purveyors to Persons Piratical, just beyond the singing rock in sunny Skull Cay
Of course, them what wants to elect the robot from "The Day the Earth Stood Still," "The Creature From the Black Lagoon" (technically ineligible, as that would be a third consecutive term), Tina Fey or Raku, the Smoke-Eating Mollusk-Headed Donkey to the White House, Club 54, the 89th Street Mediterranean Happy Baths, Luray Caverns, or Luray Cabernet (a light, piddly wine with a runny nose and a sore throat), are welcome to cadge and/or create their own graphics, using (or not) Carol B's handy-dandy template, and do whatever thou wilst. Funny word, wilst. Funnier than whilst by a long shot, and there being only an 'h' difference between them, imagine that.
All I'm saying is that we need not feel constrained by The Bartonator's imagination: that we're making a foldering-up card kinda sumthing sorta like the McCain/Obama-in-the-White-House card, only it's up to you to figure out perzackly what that is and brang it along witchoo (gesundheit!).
So bring cardlike stock, either printed on already or ready for you to add graphicals to, cutting tools (Bowie knives, acetylene torches, sarcasm, schizzors or X-Ackley knives), glue-like substances, and an envelope (or something that lets you know just what size an envelope is, so your creation will have some way to get where it's going), a quick wit and no small amount of self-confidence and appear at the door of Pam A's at 7ish on, well, you know the date -- 30 September 2008.
Good to get that off my carapace.
Buzzy
P.S. (Pirate-Script): Arrgh, and remember to m[aargh]k Talk Like a Pirate Day on Friday, 19 September 2008 (it's always on the 19th, no matter what day of the week that [arrgh]). How do I typically celebrate? Well, I get out my old peg leg and eyepatch, carry my p[aargh]rrot around on my should[arrgh], swagg[aargh] a lot, and end my day by gently using my broadsw[aargh]d to prod some daft matey off the plank*. But that's just me. Nobody should tell YOU how to celebrate the high holey days!
* Be sure to get your official Pirate Planks at PlankCo, Plank Purveyors to Persons Piratical, just beyond the singing rock in sunny Skull Cay
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