The meeting started out silly and went downhill from there.
I was partially to blame. Since Damon [Buckwalter] was sitting next
to me, I told him to get me an eraser. Then, thus armed, I attempted
to assassinate the president-elect. I missed.
Ian picked up the un-detonated Indonesian killer eraser and threw
it, missing Damon and pegging Matt [Pyson] on the side of the face,
knocking his glasses off. Oops!
then on, it was utter chaos. Whenever another member entered the room,
I shouted, "I can't help noticing that you're not Chuck!"
[Note: I was doing a show that Friday on the Bonzo Dog
Band and had been promised by new member Chuck Shandry that I could
borrow his extensive collection of Bonzo vinyl.]
got still sillier. Paul Farkas and I stole the table from right under
Ian's nose, and we carried it out into the hall and back to the back
of the room. When Ian demanded that the podium be returned, L.J. [Sparvero]
picked up the podium and took it to him.
Ian took it upon himself to begin stripping to the waist, while people
shouted, "It's a man's life taking your clothes off in public."
Paul and Jon Acheson carried the table back to the front of the room,
over the desks, while people did the limbo under it.
got even siller. Someone started flicking the lights on and off, and
Damon turned on the overhead projector and started panning it around
I saw that things were much too silly, so I decided to come to Ian's
aid. I stood next to him and said, "Look what you've done to
your president. I suggest we all apologize. Everybody, say 'I'm sorry,
Ian' on the count of three. One... two..."
follows massive confusion and discord.)
was sworn in, and the actual business was attended to. [...]
I couldn't help noticing that nobody there was Chuck. I began to get
desperate, jumping on people and asking where Chuck was and if they
knew his last name. None of them did. I grabbed Matt by the shirt
and demanded to know where Chuck was. He didn't know.
had brought one of his Christmas presents, a nice camera, and he took
a lot of pictures. Once, he strode up to the front of the room, smiled,
and leaned on the table. Immediately thereafter, the camera flashed.
Everyone applauded him.
never did show up, to my dismay. I gave up and invited anyone who
wanted to help write skits to come along to Atherton after the meeting.