Make a business cahd?

I follow Mike's tweets (Betsey' sweety tweets completely and upbeatly), and he sent this out - props to Mike, he's so trendy. But anyway, Inc.com has 11 business card ideas which were pretty neat (tho largely impractical in quantity) (http://www.inc.com/ss/10-most-creative-business-cards), but one thing to consider for a SANE project would be to design our own business cards... I rubber-stamped cards a while ago (was it part of a SANE project? maybe), but the supply is dwindling (slowly, because I got nobody to hand 'em to). Plus, what dam' business am I in?

We could stamp 'em, Gocco 'em (just when Leslie can't make it!), have a sheet of 'em printed at a printer's and cut, or carve 'em outa half-inch slabs of marble. Anybody?

Voting Kerfuffle

Due to a mixup in the SANE's Voting Registration Department, there was some confusion about the date to vote and the date of the meeting.

You should vote and have all appropriate angst about the results on Tuesday 19 Jan 2010.

You should attend the SANE meeting on Tuesday 26 Jan 2010. Angst will be optional and/or inappropriate.

SANE To Meet Without Leslie: Much Wailing and Gnashing of Toofs

The votes are in, and everyone voted to meet without Leslie, on the 26th. Wait. Perhaps that is misleading. What I meant to type was that SANEsters worldwide voted overwhelmingly to meet on the one date Leslie was unable to attend. No, that wasn't really any better. I'm going to have to fire my fingers.

Again.

SANE is now oafishally set, bound and deeterminded to meet on Tuesday, 26 January 2010, at Pamela A's abodement. The loverly Leslie will be unable to attend, unless something magical happens (I added the last part, because I believe in happens. Somewhere, the breath of life winkled back into a near-stanced happen, and audiences everywhere pressed rewind to read that back again in search of greater claritude, or worse.).

What shall we do, then? Valentines have been proposed, as have "felting, cut tin, Valentine's cards or gossip about the election (don't forget to vote!)." Until SANE becomes its own votering district, you will have to vote on your own before coming to the meeting *, and whilst we cut tin or carve hearts, peel and poke felt, we shall all listen breathlessly around the corner to confirm that the 4pm exit-polling results weren't wrong, wrong, horribly wrong.

Unless guidance becomes considerably less unenlightened, we're on our own to snip or felt or bleed bloody love by ourselves in independent play without anyone showing us the way. Unless you too believe in happen!

See you all (that is, unless all your are am Leslie) on the 26th at Pa'am's. Thank you, Pa'am. Next time, Leslie!

* Note: see next post - we don't vote on 26th!

Let's Put On A Show!

Roll out the curtain and lower the stage, and plug in the lights, and hang 'em on a big pipe and hook 'em up to a big switchy thing, and - hey!- watch out for falling weights! We'll put on a show to ring in the new year! I can juggle, and I know Betsey can sing (Mike can tweet!), and Molly can tell a tall tale or two, all we need is another few hours or spritely entertainment and a venue and a lot of relatives to extort tickets from and we're halfway there... How about a cello solo, or a high-stepping tap routine? Busby Berkeley or June Taylor dancers, anyone?

Or... we could have a meeting. Upon sober reflection, perhaps the meeting idea is the best, really. But first, some more sober reflection upon the past year...

Having enjoyed a loverly Winter Solstice dinner (Rubberh*ids' cub reporter supposed to cover this event failed to phone in a review, so I'll just try to phone it in myself):

Dateline: Boston
Placeline: 7ish
Timeline: MerryMac House
Nightlite: Leg Lamp

A little snow and/or cold couldn't dampen/chill our enthusiasm as SANEsters wended our ways to a street - no, to A street (remember to fix that in post) for a festive, action-packed, fun-filled Winter Solstice feast and grab. Gift-grab, that is - whoa, please keep your packages to yourself! Mary and Phil outdid theyselves as hostess and host, and a luxurious, filling, entertaining time was had by all. So multiple kudos to M&P for a lovely setting and gigantic table and tender chicken and ample seating and good vibes. And thanks to all the co-conspirators who ensured that the leg-lamp night-lite was dangled in front of, then snatched away from, you-know-who. Good grab gifts, overall, and even some klunkers, but still not much in the way of tradeage (note for next year - Require a trade from everybody - a Gypsy Swap?). I am learning to play the Harmonica (a C, by the way), so maybe if Leslie plays the guitar, Pam P plays bass (guitar or fiddle) and Pam A pounds the drums we can add a little R&R or R&B or R&Father to the aforementioned show. No, on third thought, let's go with the meeting idea.

Squeaking of which, two Januberry options present themselves. I'm ruling out tomorrow (1/12) as too soon given that it's less than 30 hours away, so that leaves Tuesday 1/19 and Tuesday 1/26. Other days might present themselves, if these two are difficult. Lemme Know?

You wanna host? Lemme Know.
You gotta project idea? Lemme Know. Elsewise it's gonna be same-old, same-old...

Welcome to the Tens. Much more promise than the Uh-ohs, except for the crushing economy and the single digit weather.