Date: Thursday, December 16, 1999 15:18
Subject: talkin' to preachy-preach about kissey-kiss
This is the last official Thursday Night Social Club meeting of 1999.
Don't be a baby and skip it.
Instead ...
Head over to this super-duper place, the aptly-named
MAKE OUT ROOM (thank you Shuba)
Here's where:
3225 22nd St
San Francisco, CA 94110
(415) 647-2888
or ...
see the little red star? Thats the MAKE OUT ROOM.
Tonight's contests:
Get a better parking place than John Metsker (this will always be a TNSC (Tennessee) contest, so's you know), and
Make out with the person of your choice (it IS called the MAKE OUT ROOM for god's sake.), and
Guess what I'm thinking right now (3:16:42p 16dec99), and
(for Lisa P.) DANCE CONTEST!!
see you there!
_________________
Josh Johnson ? DPT
W E S T E R N
Thursday, December 16, 1999
Thursday, December 09, 1999
Date: Thursday, December 9, 1999 15:33
Subject: luck 'o the Irish
Oh my Guinness!
also known as
The Irish Bank Bar And Restaurant
10 Mark Ln
San Francisco, CA 94108-3703
Phone: (415) 788-7152
Hey, man, like, were we not there say ... a month or so ago?
Yes my friends, we were. We. Meaning some of us. Few of us. VERY few. All time low. Not very pretty sounding, is it?
All time low. hmmmm. Something like, "please ... please put me on the list so I can choose not to go." sad.
Anyway ... you have a chance to redeem yourself. Bring your mama.
oh
and
this
Monty Python: Killer Sheep
Killer Sheep
(Poster: 'Wanted For Armed Robbery - Basil' with a picture of a sheep. Exciting crime-type music. Mix through to newspaper headlines: 'Farmers Ambushed in Pen', 'Merino Ram in Wages Grab'. Eerie science fiction music; mix through to a laboratory. A scientist looking through microscope and his bushy attractive assistant.)
Professor: (Eric Idle) It's an entirely new strain of sheep, a killer sheep that can not only hold a rifle but is also a first-class shot.
Assistant: But where are they coming from, professor?
Professor: That I don't know. I just don't know. I really just don't know. I'm afraid I really just don't know. I'm afraid even I really just don't know. I have to tell you I'm afraid even I really just don't know. I'm afraid I have to tell you... (she hands him a glass of water which she had been busy getting as soon as he started into this speech) ... thank you ... (resuming normal breezy voice) ... I don't know. Our only clue is this portion of wolf's clothing which the killer sheep ...
(Cut to Viking.)
Viking: (Terry Gilliam) ... was wearing...
(Cut back to sketch.)
Professor: ... in yesterday's raid on Selfridges.
Assistant: I'll carry out tests on it straight away, professor.
(She opens a door to another lab; but it is full of cricketers.)
Cricketer: (John Cleese) Hello, is the third test in here, please?
(She slams the door on them.)
Assistant: Professor, there are some cricketers in the laboratory.
Professor: This may be even more serious than even I had at first been imagining. What a strange... strange line. There's no time to waste. Get me the Chief Commissioner of Police.
Assistant: Yes, sir!
(She opens a cupboard and slides out the Chief Commissioner of Police on a sort of slab. He grins and waves cheerily. 'This is Your Life' music and applause.)
Professor: No, no, on the phone.
Assistant: Oh... (she pushes him back in)
Professor: Look of fear! (he is staring transfixed at something in the doorway) Another strange line. Look out, Miss Garter Oil!
Assistant: Professor! What is it? What have you seen?
Professor: Look - there, in the doorway.
(Cut to doorway: through it is animation of a huge sheep with an eye patch.)
Assistant: Urghhh! Arthur X! Leader of the Pennine Gang!
(ANIMATION: perhaps even mixed with stock film - as the fevered mind of Gillam takes it - sheep armed to the teeth, sheep executing dangerous raids, Basil Cassidy and the Sundance Sheep, sheep with machine gun coming out of its arse etc. At the end of the animation, cut to studio. A narrator sitting in what could be a news set at a desk.)
Narrator: But soon the killer sheep began to infect other animals with its startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets...
(Cut back to the aninmtion again: a parrot.)
Subject: luck 'o the Irish
Oh my Guinness!
also known as
The Irish Bank Bar And Restaurant
10 Mark Ln
San Francisco, CA 94108-3703
Phone: (415) 788-7152
Hey, man, like, were we not there say ... a month or so ago?
Yes my friends, we were. We. Meaning some of us. Few of us. VERY few. All time low. Not very pretty sounding, is it?
All time low. hmmmm. Something like, "please ... please put me on the list so I can choose not to go." sad.
Anyway ... you have a chance to redeem yourself. Bring your mama.
oh
and
this
Monty Python: Killer Sheep
Killer Sheep
(Poster: 'Wanted For Armed Robbery - Basil' with a picture of a sheep. Exciting crime-type music. Mix through to newspaper headlines: 'Farmers Ambushed in Pen', 'Merino Ram in Wages Grab'. Eerie science fiction music; mix through to a laboratory. A scientist looking through microscope and his bushy attractive assistant.)
Professor: (Eric Idle) It's an entirely new strain of sheep, a killer sheep that can not only hold a rifle but is also a first-class shot.
Assistant: But where are they coming from, professor?
Professor: That I don't know. I just don't know. I really just don't know. I'm afraid I really just don't know. I'm afraid even I really just don't know. I have to tell you I'm afraid even I really just don't know. I'm afraid I have to tell you... (she hands him a glass of water which she had been busy getting as soon as he started into this speech) ... thank you ... (resuming normal breezy voice) ... I don't know. Our only clue is this portion of wolf's clothing which the killer sheep ...
(Cut to Viking.)
Viking: (Terry Gilliam) ... was wearing...
(Cut back to sketch.)
Professor: ... in yesterday's raid on Selfridges.
Assistant: I'll carry out tests on it straight away, professor.
(She opens a door to another lab; but it is full of cricketers.)
Cricketer: (John Cleese) Hello, is the third test in here, please?
(She slams the door on them.)
Assistant: Professor, there are some cricketers in the laboratory.
Professor: This may be even more serious than even I had at first been imagining. What a strange... strange line. There's no time to waste. Get me the Chief Commissioner of Police.
Assistant: Yes, sir!
(She opens a cupboard and slides out the Chief Commissioner of Police on a sort of slab. He grins and waves cheerily. 'This is Your Life' music and applause.)
Professor: No, no, on the phone.
Assistant: Oh... (she pushes him back in)
Professor: Look of fear! (he is staring transfixed at something in the doorway) Another strange line. Look out, Miss Garter Oil!
Assistant: Professor! What is it? What have you seen?
Professor: Look - there, in the doorway.
(Cut to doorway: through it is animation of a huge sheep with an eye patch.)
Assistant: Urghhh! Arthur X! Leader of the Pennine Gang!
(ANIMATION: perhaps even mixed with stock film - as the fevered mind of Gillam takes it - sheep armed to the teeth, sheep executing dangerous raids, Basil Cassidy and the Sundance Sheep, sheep with machine gun coming out of its arse etc. At the end of the animation, cut to studio. A narrator sitting in what could be a news set at a desk.)
Narrator: But soon the killer sheep began to infect other animals with its startling intelligence. Pussy cats began to arrange mortgages, cocker spaniels began to design supermarkets...
(Cut back to the aninmtion again: a parrot.)
Thursday, December 02, 1999
Date: Thursday, December 2, 1999 16:20
Subject: hi!
Cafe Du Nord
2170 Market St, San Francisco, CA 94114
(415) 861-5016
Git thar early and you will avoid cover.
Buy someone a drink.
Someone got accepted into art school.
Some folks got removed from list due to lack of attendance.
Go Bears.
Tonight's contest: Get a better parking place than John Metsker.
Check out that street name in the lower right-hand corner of the map. Does it sound like a Pavement record title?
Check out that street name in the lower left-hand corner of the map. Bee-Haave baby!
Subject: hi!
Cafe Du Nord
2170 Market St, San Francisco, CA 94114
(415) 861-5016
Git thar early and you will avoid cover.
Buy someone a drink.
Someone got accepted into art school.
Some folks got removed from list due to lack of attendance.
Go Bears.
Tonight's contest: Get a better parking place than John Metsker.
Check out that street name in the lower right-hand corner of the map. Does it sound like a Pavement record title?
Check out that street name in the lower left-hand corner of the map. Bee-Haave baby!
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