A small group of devoted natural doodlers met to kvetch about the nerve of them people trying to impose order on our Crom-given right (write?) to doodle in whatever way we see fit, then charge us a bunch o' money fer doing so. Speaking of which, mystically detecting our interest on their web site, the Zenccountants have sent a bill for $250 for unauthorized use of Zentangles without a license, or without buying an oafishull Zenkit. My Zenttorney is writing a Zenmo telling Zem where in their Zenatomy to jam their Zencils, if you get my Zeaning. If you catch my Zdrift. A few doodles were doodled, but I'm instructed to say they weren't Zentangles at all, but were a new style of creative expression I'm choosing to call SANEgrams (tm). SANEgrays (tm), if there's a picture of a Colt 45 or a horsie in it. From now on until, say, forever, whenever you draw non-writing stuff on a paper, napkin, notebook, etc., whilst on the phone or talking about leftover fingertips, you might owe SANE a royalty or licensing fee or tip. Word of SANEwarning.
Needles to say we spent a fair amount of thyme cooing and clucking over pictures of very, very young people with slight motor control and/or wearing strange duck clothing. Someone who shall remain faceless received a parking ticket for driving a car too darned big for the kerb, but we're planning to scare the ticket-writing authority with a few detached fingers and ghostonut coogies. Corporeal and putrefactant items, he blurted proudly, rounding out this month's vocabulary list. Extortion or bribe, depending upon their feeling about dismemberment or disembodiment. Typical Sumvul politics.
The next SANEmeeting (tm) is the traditional Winter pre-Solstice Dining Event, on Tuesday 8 Dec 2009, and chilluns, spouses and Otres Significanti are invitered. This year's host is Mary, who swears parking is easy-peasy in the evenings. Directions will be coming forth. She will crank up the oven for some major protein course (chicken & veg), but it's up to the rest of us to come up with other foodling items and brang 'um along. Some people hoseyed stuff (Bats will score some pie or two, Wretchid will brang salad), but we're relying upon the Goddess of Randomnity to ensure that we will have sufficient sustenance to survive the night. Just lemme know if you're coming and how many will be in your party coming to our party.
There will be a cheezy-gift grab, and probably a Yankee Swap. Some considerable time was spent trying to come up with a swap-like scheme which would be suitable for the group, and stir up rivalries and enmities, as previous attempts at Yankee Swappage were less contentious because we, as humans, were too polite and complacent. It was suggested that the Dutch Swap was too confusing and too random/formulay-ick. One suggestion proffered was for each group of two to bring two gifts, one of which is desirable, and the other which isn't, to spur the interest in trading away some crap you got for something neat pregotten by another. So spend $10 or less on an item for each attendee in your party, and if you believe in that theory, try to apportion goodness/badness of your giftitude appropriately. And don't let the upper limit of $10 limit you to >$9 items - there is plenty of crap to be had for a buck or two, believe you me, so don't pass up a gem just because it's less expensive than dirt.
Well, folks, time to send this off to SANEland (tm)
