The Program Committee met and the minutes were read and the french fries consumed and a plan was proposed and seconded, to wit:
On Tuesday, 29 September 2009, on or around 7 o'clock PM, at Molly's Studio in beautiful uptown Somerville, SANE will gather for the first meeting of the 2009-2010 fiscal year. Trumpets will play, and the SANE International Anthem will play, and cherubs will hold their hands and/or wings over their ears, don'cha know, hey! After any new business is entertained and conducted and passed (or failed) by a majority of non-dues-paying SANEsters, we will begin to commence upon the start of the project-du-French-for-Month thing. Attendance will be taken, notes will be passed, spitballs will be sput, and someone will no doubt have to take a time out in one of the several corners designated for just such a porpoise, and general merriment shall ensue. Then someone will act out, and someone else will cry, and we'll call it a night and we'll wend our weary ways homewarts, with "a skip in our step and a stone in our kidneys," as they say.
The Project will be Round Robin Stories, where we will each lure, trap, de-feather, disembowel, cook and eat a fat robin, then tell a story about it.Wait a minute, my earpiece is giving me a different story, hold on for just a second.
Just another second, please be patient.
Okay, thanks for waiting. Let's try again, shall we?
The Project will be Round Robin Stories, where everyone will take a blank, empty, mindless, dumbstruck piece of paper and write the first line of a story. It shall be interesting and vital and pithy and mysterious and thought-provoking (or not), and when everyone is done,[return here]we will all pass our papers to the next person sequence-wise, who will look at the only line visible and write a subsequent line. Then that person will fold over the paper so that only the most recently written line is visible and...[repeat starting at "[return here]" until each story has reached a reasonable and preferably finite conclusion].When all the stories are done we will, one at a time, read them to the amassed multitudes in hopes of great merriment and sense of accomplishment for all, whereupon we might select a title for them (or not) and discuss which publishers would be appropriate for printing them and thus making our fortunes. I dunno, this last part is still a little fuzzy.
Then somebody will cry, etc., from above, and we will all tumble down the fiery scape to an undeserved and premature serious yet nonfatal wounding, to much wailing and flashing of EMT lights. No, wait, my earpiece suggests we take the interior stairwell, and that nobody will be hurt, and frankly, even though it is a tad less dramatic, I kinda prefer it as an ending to this chapter of SANE, the Round Robin Stories.
And for your general amusement, I stole some pictures from them interwebs and made this pitchur.
Thanks to Molly for bringing the quote to my attention. The entire mind-numbing speech can be found at:
See youse Tuesday. Bring a first line in your head, and maybe a pen or pencil. Or crayon.
