Date: Fri, 29 Dec 2000 08:39:38 -0600
From: The Mighty Flea

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A few meeting minutes for those who had more important things to do (John),
for the sick (Sabrina) and for all the little people out "there,
somewhere....stop that, stop that, no signing!"

Sean was in rare form.  He and Rich discussed the joys, conquests and bitter
defeats of Linux.  Sean also said the "F" word several times.  Not the "F"
word you are all thinking about either.  "What do you mean you don't like
er, she's got big tracks of....land, you live in a bloody swamp."

Steff was Steff, happy, buzzed (hopefully) and pleasant as I have mostly
seen her.

Eric was drunk, merry and stupid (as usual).

Mick kept the group going with beer, stories and asked me not to continue to
cut my hair like a Full Metal Jacket recruit.

"Now onto scene 23 which is a smashing scene......."

Rich (I think was the one) who brought a date that may or may not have come
out of a cake for him on his birthday.  Either way he said she's a keeper.
Robin was forced to eat his minstrels and there was much rejoicing...YEAAAAA

Steve told us about wireless internet connections from a grain silo.  Smiled
when I told him I'm in bed with the Russian Mafia.

The name of the group was voted (I think unanimously) to change from the now
defunct WedsBeerNite to Aftermath.

The second of such drunken voting (which to my drunken splendor I also
believe was unanimous) was to establish Thursday as the day of choice to
partake in such activities outline, but not limited to the above actions as
described in the about box of this software. "What do you mean, African or
European swallows?"

In closing, some of the final words spoken that I can recall were...

"Fuck the fucking fuckers!"


Humbly submitted this 29th day of December of the year 2000,

The Mighty Flea