Fwd: Who is Ricky Gervais, and why is he in Richard's shot ?

Cinema lovers,

Dy and I are attending the premiere tonight - well, our premiere, anyways. Dinner and Sox until 9ish, then on to the Cinema to be showered with confetti and champagne (well, to walk on popcorn and sticky soda residue) and sign autographs (read: credit card receipts). I will see if I am, in fact, in the damn movie a'tall - here's a recap of the scene: when Ricky the G is broke, in the bank and the computer breaks down, and he discovers he can lie (about his account balance), I am at a table behind him, to his left) filling in an interminable form. Black suit, short white (okay, thinning) (okay, balding) hair, brown briefcase (my own, its first film appearance, too), and Dyan's Uncle Dan's white raincoat draped over my arm. Just not sure I'm even in the film, tho, but that's surely a technicality. Later on I'm crossing the street in the far distance, anyone who can spot me there is not paying enough attention to the film.

I may have to wear dark glazzies to get by the hordes and throngs of as-yet-unknowing admirers...

Ricky the B

Begin forwarded message:

From: Leslie

Date: October 2, 2009 4:14:58 PM EDT

Subject: Who is Ricky Gervais, and why is he in Richard's shot ?

Hi everyone,

Richard - we have been seeing the commercials for your latest movie - congrats ! My kids want to go see it. I remember you are in the bank scene. Do you know approximately when it takes place in the movie ? Just want to make sure we see you. I don't know if we can make it this weekend, but Columbus Day is approaching....

Sorry to miss the last meeting ! Hope I can make it to the next one. Martha Stewart has some clip art templates for making vellum halloween lanterns, if you all want a Halloween idea.

Muffy Stewart

Talk to you soon,

Leslie

SANE Meeting Tues 29 Sept 2009 @ Molly's Studio

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:

http://www.ibtimes.com/articles/20090727/palins-farewell-speech-transcript.htm

See youse Tuesday. Bring a first line in your head, and maybe a pen or pencil. Or crayon.

SANE meeting 29 Sept 2009 (Monty Python)

SANEsters,

Let's assume for the sake of argument...

(WHADDA YOU WANT?)

that we're meeting on...

(Well, well, I was told outside that...)

Tuesday 29 September 2009.

(DON'T GIVE ME THAT, YOU SNOTTY-FACED HEAP OF PARROT DROPPINGS!)

What would we do?

(What?)

Paint ourselves blue and attack the Romans?

(SHUT YOUR FESTERING GOB, YOU TIT!  YOUR TYPE MAKES ME PUKE! YOU VACUOUS STUFFY-NOSED MALODOROUS PERVERT!!!)

Carve stamps?

(Yes, but I came here for an argument!!)

Paint our stamps blue and carve the Romans?

(OH! OH! I'M SORRY, THIS IS ABUSE!)

Dip some thermoplastic beads in warm water and make custom plastic whoosises?

(Oh! Oh I see!)

... and then paint them blue?

(AHA! NO, YOU WANT ROOM 12A, NEXT DOOR.)

... so the Romans can attack them?

(Oh...Sorry...)

Let me know if you have ideas.

(NOT AT ALL... STUPID GIT!)

keep your eyes peeled, more detail will doubtless emerge.

Stupid Git/Geat

Lancer, 13th Legion

Another GlocksterLobsterClamsterFester sales into the sun's hat

Well, a good time was had by all and sundry (even tho the event was on a satday), and all hearty thanks, laud and honor be heaped upon the heads and other exposed body parts of Lady Betsey and Lord Mike of Glockport. An 11th successful LobsterEtc. is on the books, and notes have been taken to be roundly ignored in the event of a 12th. I hope all who had Lobs or Clamsters remembered to stuff Betsey's coffers, so to speak, to repay her in part for her cash outlay, which is always more than she's willing to say. Thanks so very much from all of SANE (and their domestic subsidiaries) to B&M for their largesse and nicenesse. Thanks too to all who brought the many things which made Satyrday so full-filling and pleasant. We appear to be, by and large, a very nice and pleasant group. Who knew?

Betsey reports that the lost & found bin at the Glockster Manse is fuller by a few items:

One pair of blue flipped flops, pepper spray in the form of paprika, a very sharp knife that means harm, one black scrunchie and a barrett, probably belonging to Fip or [Richard], maybe Phil. Mike denies the whole thing. I will trade any of the above items for my salad days.

The poor thing has apparently lost her "salad days," so if anyone finds them, please to let her know. I'd check first to see if they were with her misspent youth, or perhaps mixed up with her marbles. She might settle for a cherry tomato afternoon, an arugula hour or even a mesclun minute, so keep your grapes peeled. Which reminds me, if someone is actually taking minutes, why do meetings seem to last forever? Ba doom boom.

Yet again I digress.

Shall SANE ever meet again? Not in the many-eyed month of Argust, I'd reckon, but perhaps once Subtemper sails over the gendarme 'twill be a world anew, adrip with promise and adew with a don't.

If YOU would like another SANE meeting, and have a date to propose, send it along to me and I'll tot up the taters and report. Tuesdays in Sethtender are:

The Oneth

The Eighthth (aka Laborious Day Plus One)

The Fifteenth

The Twenty-tooth

The Twenty-ninth

That's it, only five. There are no other Tues in Sefftimbre this year. Me, I'm thinking the Fiftarnth, since the Oneth is practically Argust, and the Eighthth has way too many aitches, and is too close to a national day of obiesance, not to mention school. Whoops, I mentioned school. And again, just then. Sorry. And the rest of the Tuesles seem late. But that's my thinking, such as it is. You wanna play host with most? Lemme know that too also.