Attendance: 14
Start Time: 10:03 and 4 children after the men.
Committees
Recruitment and Relations: Dave sends his regards and wants the minutes to get published.
Office: Still there. Sharpie grid is coming off. Pinstripe-tape?
Movie: Beginning of the End. Watchmen comes out this weekend. (B-Con is also this weekend.) Going on Friday. Whee.
Discussion Group: Already happened: What would happen if you managed to jump into orbit? Continuing.
Fundraising: Spent precious minutes of our time making trophies with stuff from the Dollar Tree.
Contest is between Jon who bought Uranium Ore and A-Mike who has a Wi-Fi-detecting shirt. Voting: Jon: 10. A-Mike: 2. Next month’s award starts. Jon has started buying wolf urine. Beat wolf urine. A collection of mundane items put together into a weird item counts.
Trivia: Defaulted back to Xeen. Name three people who have worn the mantle of the Flash–alter-egos? Xeen has trivia again.
No Report: Erik was watching soccer on the TV and they were deciding on what would make soccer more interesting: Multi-ball time at the end. (Continues with: Having the fans control bumpers, ground tilt, etc.)
Officers’ Reports
Chief: Third week he’s missed first Monday morning class. Spending all the time he missed actually working on the class. Doesn’t want job at Google–working for Double-Click? Coding heroin.
Com: Finds almost everyone in the Film Appreciation class boring. Also needs to stop thinking so much and wants to go to Germany.
Constable: Monday was full of fail. Realizes his classes take tutorials from W3Schools. Wizards of the Coasts has been on a cease-and-decist spree. Already coming out with DMG2, PHB2, Monster Manual 2, etc.
Nagus: Alcohol Awareness thing in singles: A quiz? 6 out of 8 right, or you’ll have to take it again–can randomly get the answers. Causes more paperwork for his RA? New punishment is an automatic referral. New game: The Red Dragon Inn. Adventurers get drunk after done adventuring. Psychotic, binge-drinking bunny familiar.
First Officer: Week has been extremely good, apparently. I don’t remember what happened. Deleted some necessary programs for showing videos. Noticed that she had a cardboard cut-out of Aragorn.
Captain: Got to rain fire from the sky in D&D.
Old Business: Zombie-fest is on the way.
New Business: None.
Other Organizations
Band: Tuesday 7:30pm. Free concert. Adam’s playing in it.
Order of Xeen: Traveller on Friday.
MCS: B-Con’s this weekend. Spread the word.
BPA: Jack pretended to be Alex.
Ending Time: 10:55 and 400 seconds after we should have been gone
Quotes
Erik: And we also don’t think they’re bombs. We learned from Adult Swim.
A-Mike: It’ll look like the inside of an actual police box. Did I just blow your mind?
Adam: He’s a whiner. If he wants the minutes, he should attend.
A-Mike: Will it show up on the tape?
Adam: It’s black, it won’t matter.
Erik: Unless you’re using highlighters, then it might show up.
Jon: If you’re using highlighters on the table, I’ll kill you.
A-Mike: We created a Dark Tiki God. We’ve been over it.
Person Outside: RAGH!
A-Mike: That’s the effect.
Jon: We’ll have a race to see who’s thing gives them cancer first!
Erik: They’re both cool, but being able to buy uranium ore from a toy store is awesome.
Adam: My suggestion is to make it glow-in-the-dark somehow.
Jon: Thunderball… if they cross into this circle, the game ends and they’re arrested.
Erik: It reminds me of Slam-Ball… basketball on trampolines.
A-Mike: …coding heroin, directly into your brain.
Jack: Unfortunately, Blizzard has a patent on that.
A-Mike: You should start all conversations with, ‘I have a full, manly beard.’ …I’m going to answer phone-calls with what I think Jack would say.
Jon: It’s the only website I would recommend someone search bukkake.
Jack: And then the good guys who have moral standards who don’t want the world destroyed.
Adam: I mostly not want to be dead.
Jack: I threw up on Monday.
Xeen: Take that, Monday!
Erik: And I shall name you Wing-foot, for you traveled 24 leagues!
Jon: Were you the hobbit?
Sarah: Well, it went both ways.
A-Mike: …Shut up, Jon.