we have a meeting place and time

and thus the lord of language defeated the gorgon. Mark Grey-eyes tore of his arm for good measure and hung it over his mead bench... for the specific purpose of grossing out everyone who comes to drink mead with him.

"HURYY NOW," spoke Mark "I GROW TIRED OF MOCH EPICS."

so spake the gorgon "Mark,

The Music lounge is not available for this Thursday, January 26th at 9pm or 9:30pm. Do you want to start your meetings on the following Thursday, February 2nd?

Charlie Scofield "

MOCH EPIC OVER



so we will meet in the music lounge on feb 2nd (thats next thursday) at around 9:00 pm. if you have no clue where this is e-mail me i will guide you with my loving, patriarchal hand.


officers, it is now youre job to get the word out about our call out meeting. word of mouth and writing an ad on the chalkboard are great ideas.




~Mark out~

NOT THURSDAY

and lo! the lords of language decended upon the student center. and there in the shadows of noble romans and charlies grill, they met a gorgon. his name was "the giver of rooms" and he was a punk. "WE WISH A PLACE FOR OUR POEPLE TO DWELL AND BE FRUITFULL" cried forth Mark the founding god.
the gorgon spoke: "and so it shall be... THROUGH WAR!" then in a twist of serpintine extremities the gorgon was upon them! Jared second-heaven-born deflected the blow with his great stone maul (giant hammer for you saxon virgins) of solid logical argumentation. he was then elvoloped, bound fast by the gorgon. Mark drew his twin battle axes: tongue-in-cheek purple prose, and socratic argumentation. he then flung himself upon the gorgon slashing and hacking at the beast. he was saved by his brother only to save his brother in return... that was a good king.

then the twin gods Khoors and zana flew into action. zana wore at his defenses with her charming intelect and red hair as her twice born (switched majors) brother grated away the gorgons flesh with his short scruffy beard singing the poets song as he worked his deed.

even their combined effort was ot enough! the gorgon threw off his attackers as a snake would skin, and with his mighty tenticles grasped tightly onto zana as though she were a japaneese school girl. to which she screamed "NO NOT HENTAI!"

hearing her cry, Adam Beach, the father of them all steped forth from mount robert bellimpous. and he stired the deep with his mighty trident. the gorgon looked upon his new foe as angilia jolee would coligen lip injection: with a glutonuos glare. Adam Beach opened his mouth wide and spewed forth a mixture of corosive blood and books at the gorgon, sending him crashing to the ground! arrogant with triumph, Adam beach stood over his victim and said "THATS HOW WE ROLL IN THE RB" everyone, even the gorgon applauded his simultanious allusion to the WB's hit show "the OC" and Spencer's hit epic "the Fairie Queen."

....... and thats exactly what happened... no lies or moch epics at all.... we'll meet soon i swear
~Mark out~

THURSDAY!

and on thursday at 9 oclock the sky split apart, and the gods of English dove forth like a hunting sea bird. first was Mark, the god of moch epics and absurdity, he spake thusly:"LET IT BE KNOWN ACROSS THE LAND OF HYRULE THAT OL BILLY SHAKES WAS A PUPPET OF SATAN AND AN IDOLITER. LET IT ALSO BE KNOWN THAT WE AS A POEPLE MUST GATHER!" "GRAND!" procliamed second-heaven-born jared, god of linguistics and glory. following them, spinning hand in hand bathed in brilliant light came the god of poetry and short scruffy beards and the goddess of money holding and all things british (scones mostly). "WE CONCUR OH BROTHER OF LANGUAGE! BUT WE NEED A PLACE TO STAND AND SPEEK OF OUR WAYS!"....

I-I guess what you need to take away from this is that we are official now and should meet. im thinking 9 on thursdays but we need a place... any ideas... on campus please.


~Mark out~