[F] Jennifermeet 3.0 - an unofficial report
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
Attendees: I didn't make a complete list. Please see Leo's post for a
comprehensive attendance list. Ta.
Pre-Premeetish
After Jeroen, Eelco, Rolf and Uwe arrived at my place to stack their
stuff, we took the bus to Leiden to take the train to The Hague. In
Leiden, the bus had to wait for the traditional dutch
"Sinterklaasstoet", teaching the two attending furriners something
about dutch culture and getting us all to think we missed our train.
It turned out that no direct trains were running due to works or
something; so we had to change trains and arrived a bit later, though
still on time. The dutch railways were really showing their One True
Side that day...
When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
find Leo. Even a phone call from Eelco's mobile didn't let us find
him; instead we found Kim, who let us to Arwen and Cybercat sitting on
a terrace in the shopping mall, "near the elevators", just as Leo had
said. Another phone call did find Leo and Tony, who turned out to sit
only ten meters away, at the other side of the elevator. Arwen and Kim
hadn't seen him, and Leo hadn't seen them, leading to a discussion who
was supposed to see who.
Shortly afterwards Jennifer arrived, towing Iris with her. The amount
of expected furriners was in danger of outnumbering the dutch
contingent on their own soil! A couple of minutes later we departed
towards the 'real' premeet, the Rembrandt exhibition, leaving Eelco
and Tony to wait for Gideon and Mel to show up.
The Premeet
A short walk through The Hague, demonstrating amongst other things the
obedience of a large group waiting for a red pedestrian traffic
light[3], and Leo's self-proclaimed leadership. ('See? You keep
following me'[4]). At the exhibition we met Leo, and handed in our
coats and bags at the wardrobe. Normal fee was 1 guilder per item, but
as we discovered, there were also hidden criteria. Arwen was charged
hfl 1,- for two bags and jacket where the women in front of us had to
pay hfl 3,- for a shawl, a jacket and a small bag. Unfortunately, we
were not able to discover the exact criteria, as the time for
scientific experiments was limited.
Once inside the exhibition everybody went on in his/her own pace. I
found most of the paintings to be wonderfully done in a technical
sense, but it didn't spark any flame in me. Well, I do prefer more
impressionistic paintings as e.g. JMW Turner. Strangely enough, the
most appealing pieces were an unfinished self portrait[5], a couple of
trial etchings and the ceiling of the main hall, not done by
Rembrandt, but painted in bright, abstract colours.
When coming out of the exhibition, Arwen, Cybercat, Jennifer,
Kimberley, Jos and me gathered in the entrance hall to wait for the
remaining people. However, soonish a guard wanted us to leave and sit
in a smoking section (where there weren't enough free tables to fit
us). As he couldn't or wouldn't supply us with a viable alternative,
we practiced our Civil Disobedience and staid. Fifteen minutes later,
Leo and Labrat arrived as the last ones out of the exhibition, so we
got our stuff and went to walk to the pub. During the walk, Jos and me
unknowingly set a steep speed, causing comments from the rest of the
crowd. This led to Jos filking on 'Les Miserables': 'Do you hear the
Guinness sing, singing the song of thirsty men?'.
The Meet itself
Once at the pub we settled down and immediately met Jeroen Burger, as
well as Olaf and Sindy Leimann. The pub staff had reserved the entire
back of the pub, which seemed too big for us, but turned out to be
quite ok. As the first round of drinks was ordered (waiter: 'What will
you drink?' people: Guinness, cola, guinness,... Labrat: 'Kilkenny'
Cybercat: 'OH MY GAWD!' two people: 'Bastards!'), fluffy toys were
unpacked. I probably lost count, but they including a Mr Hat hand
puppet, 1 large Tux penguin, 2 small Tux penguins, 1 Dolly the sheep
(including 'BEH!' sound), 1 magnetic sheep (no sound, but very very
attached to the sugar dispenser), 4 elephants (incl. sound), a duck
(what duck?), The (official meat) seal, a strange brown fuzzy ball
making some undetermined noise[6], a pink pumpkin making a whistling
noise, and possibly others.
After everybody had settled down, Eelco, Tony, Melusine and Gideon
arrived at the pub, under a loud cry of "Eek!" of those already
present. Somehow, all fluffy toys immediately tended to float towards
the corner with Mel, Kim, Jennifer and Iris - a Tux was confiscated by
Mel and spent most of the rest of the evening in a comfy, warm place.
Soonish, lots of foodstuffs were handed around and consumed, even
before we were able to order dinner.
A card for James Higgins ("who is a nice kid and doesn't deserve to
have any parts of his body broken") was ("what, massage James?" -
Melusine) handed around and signed by everybody present. The
inevitable toy collection was unpacked and played with extensively, in
the middle of which Daniel arrived, with a bit of a worried face
(possibly 'what have I got myself into?').
Loads of subjects were discussed, both before, during and after the
food was consumed. I'll sum up a couple of subjects:
Leatherman geeking, Organizer geeking, toys, food, oirish folk, star
trek, etc. etc. etc.
Other notable moments during the evening happened, when a penguin had
his head stuck into the back of a duck, and another one was pierced.
Loads of juggling happened during the whole meet.Food to the
accompaniment of Oirish folk music, leading up to a lesson in Oirish
Folk Dancing by Mel. This however did lead to the pub people first
putting on undanceable Christy Moore music, and finally, shutting down
the two speakers in our part of the pub. This did however make
conversation a lot easier.
The chip slapping dance... with Gideon and Eelco
Just as on the last meet, again there were presents from Karen, which
were now unpacked by those who got them. Eelco got a fish pond, and a
disguise set, of which I didn't catch the meaning (anyone on this)?
Both Kimberley and Arwen got a 'My little pony' set, 'so Arwen can
teach Kimberley to not be mean and evil, but a nice, nice girl', if I
remember correctly. However, as a fact it was Leo who played with
Kim's pony set during the meet, and with Arwen's set during breakfast
the following morning.
The inevitable technical geeking reached its summit when Mel tried to
connect to the Internet with her Laptop and mobile phone. Even though
we tried several dutch GSM providers, Internet providers in the UK and
ways to dial out, this was cut short by the laptop battery being
(almost) empty. However, shortly afterwards I was able to use the
mobile phone and my psion to connect to my own provider, and with
Tony's help a short IRC session happened.
There were greetings from Roach, the Cambridge meet, and somebody else
(oh, no notes on who that was - sorry, person ;), both via IRC and
'normal' voice communication.
After the meet.
Quite earlyish, at eleven or so, we packed our stuff, payed the bill
and walked to The Hague HS station, to get everybody to his or her
crash space. Most people were staying in Leiden and had to take the
last train. However, as a service from the dutch railways, that train
was delayed by 15 minutes. This caused us to miss the last regular
bus, and forcing us to use the regular taxi service. However, thanks
to a hidden clause in the railway's policies, a short discussion with
the station attendant got us free transport home.
Once at my place, computers were powered up for a shortish IRC session
before everybody went to sleep.
Sunday - the Breakfast Club
We had agreed to have breakfast at my place with everybody but Olaf,
Sindy, Reinier, Jeroen Burger, Iris, and Gideon and Mel (who had to
catch their return flight - sorry you weren't there...). So after
getting up and making coffee and tea, we waited for those crashing at
Leo's and Jos' place to arrive at a quarter past ten or so. Large
quantities of bread products (muffins, crumpets, pikelets, normal
bread) were put on the table, and almost half of it was also consumed.
Leo had brought his toaster, and Jos was appointed Head Of Toasting
over Leo's and my toaster. Of course, comparative toasting geeking
happened.
After we had eaten, somehow the discussion turned to Father Ted, a
series not known to some of those present, so the first episode of
Series One was watched. Then Jennifer, and shortly afterwards Tony had
to leave, starting the disintegration of the meet. The rest of us got
up and outside, as Arwen wanted to try and juggle Kimberley's
juggling rings ('One ring to rule them all...'). This led to general
juggling of balls and rings, and a short walk through the park near my
house.
When we returned, we kept lingering and were able to watch Rolf and
Uwe's unedited meet pictures from their digital camera's. As this had
been a great meet, I sensed some reluctance of breaking it up, but
finally at a quarter to four I was left alone when Rolf, Uwe and Eelco
took the car eastwards, and the rest took the bus to bring them back
to their respective homes.
And then there were quotes[7]
Labrat: "The 'line 42 bus from Leiderdorp to Leiden afp premeet' was
*not* announced."
Labrat about NOCB, US edition: "It's got a label: Warning! Feeding
arsenicum to people is illegal in some states."
Arwen: 'I like books, I won't hurt books.'
Kim: 'Books no; people yes.'
Leo: 'Incontinent about being evil?'
Leo: 'You name it, I get annoyed by it.'
Arwen, wanting to read my report notes: 'Can I read?'
Patrick: 'No!'
Arwen: 'Yes, I've been taught...'
Arwen: 'Can you get it out please? <Flutters, Eyelashes..>.'
Melusine: 'Tux really is the center of the world'
Leo, introducing himself to Reinier: 'My name is Leo Breebart. I have
been reading Terry Pratchett since...'
Gideon writing to James: 'Dear James, keep your hands of my
girlfriend'
Leo: 'Dear James, this was a warning!"
Labrat: 'Drinking Guinness is like being whipped, you have to get used
to it but you like it afterwards.'
Patrick: 'He's quote-fishing again...'
Arwen: 'Rat needs his own fish-file!'
Leo: 'There are quite a few women around. shall we take it one step at
a time?'
Leo, after Arwen and Kim unpacked their pony sets: 'Go off together
and play nice; don't bother us...'
Jos: 'I catch accents like other people catch colds'
Patrick, wondering: 'where to put your diphtong'
Leo: 'If I ever want a girl friend, It's not going to be one with hair
growing out of her <dot dot dot>'
Mel on the art of Oirish dancing: 'And then you try not to kill the
barman.'
Leo: 'I thought it was just a gift as a part of some weird mating
ritual.'
Leo: 'I just expressed my desire to have sex with all those beautiful
women.'
Gideon: 'He's a male vulture, he's got his own seed.'
Leo: 'But he's hardly going to eat his own...'
Tony: 'Ascent GRF routers are basically PC routers on steroids.'
Mel when saying goodbye: 'Form an orderly queue, just remember what
happened to James.'
Waiter: 'What will you drink?'
People: 'Guinness, cola, guiness,...'
Labrat: 'Kilkenny!'
Cybercat: 'OH MY GAWD!'
Two people: 'Bastards!'
Tony: 'Pikelets want to be crumpets when they grow up'
Kim: 'It helps, if you stop watching at your balls.'
Leo: 'I'm merely commenting helpfullly, humbly, meekly,...'
Kim: '... and unsincerely'
Leo: 'I'm actually not so much for the idea of _more_ quote-takers...'
[1] Unofficial, as Leo insisted to write the meet report. 'Based on
the fact that I am writing the meet report, I got Kimberley's
dispensation to bring my Psion'[2]
[2] /me had a Psion too - without dispensation.
[3] Waiting for red pedestrian traffic lights is not normally done in
the Netherlands. This actually led to a law being passed about five or
six years ago, allowing people to cross the street even when the
pedestrian lights are red, 'if due care is taken'.
[4] Of course we did. Only Leo and me knew where we were going, and I
wasn't going to spoil his fun <g>.
[5] I didn't know it was unfinished until after I'd been told a short
time later...<g>
[6] Judge for yourself. The sound has been recorded with a Psion and
will be put up together with the meet pics.
[7] Thanks to Rolf & Uwe for sending me their quotes. There's even
more of them, as both Arwen and Leo have taken some I don't have...
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
suffering from meet withdrawal syndrome already...
--
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that only the other one snores. -- (Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant)
Arwen Luné
>Unofficial Meet report[1]
>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
You bastard!
You beat me in 30 minutes!!
Arwen Luné
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Gideon Hallett
<38395ea3...@news.lspace.org>:
>Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant:
>
>>Unofficial Meet report[1]
>>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
>
>You bastard!
>You beat me in 30 minutes!!
Is that a threat or a promise?
(OK, I know it's a language diff. thing ;)
Gideon.
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> p.bi...@tref.nl (Arwen Luné) was a jolly decent type and shared with us
> <38395ea3...@news.lspace.org>:
>
> >Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant:
> >
> >>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
> >
> >You beat me in 30 minutes!!
>
> Is that a threat or a promise?
That's begging.
Richard, <g,d,rlb (as always)>.
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
created:
>Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant:
>
>>Unofficial Meet report[1]
>>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
>
>You bastard!
>You beat me in 30 minutes!!
*grin*. And me not realizing this was a contest...
Can I please beg forgiveness? I plead ignorance or whatever is most
likely to get me off lightly...
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
created:
>p.bi...@tref.nl (Arwen Luné) was a jolly decent type and shared with us
><38395ea3...@news.lspace.org>:
>
>>Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant:
>>
>>>Unofficial Meet report[1]
>>>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
>>
>>You bastard!
>>You beat me in 30 minutes!!
>
>Is that a threat or a promise?
ROTFL. And I'm curious to know, too.
>(OK, I know it's a language diff. thing ;)
So? When has that ever been an excuse? <gd&rvvf>
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Arwen Luné
one...he's called Gideon Hallett and he wrote:
>>Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant:
>>
>>>Unofficial Meet report[1]
>>>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
[I wrote, making a stupid mistake]
>>You bastard!
>>You beat me in 30 minutes!!
>
>Is that a threat or a promise?
oh Gideon.....?
do you walk in your sleep?
no?
do you want to keep it that way...?
:-)
Arwen Luné
'fishing for a Mean and Evil T-shirt? *me*? do I *need* one?'
Leo Breebaart
After the thorough meet reports already posted by Patrick and Arwen, I find
that not even the opportunity of doing a Rashomon offers quite sufficient
enough temptation to counter my aversion against wanton redundancy, so
there will be no separate meet report from me this time after all.
That's not to say that there aren't some things I want to comment on, of
course...
Patrick wrote:
> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
> find Leo.
Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody place
where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
> At the exhibition we met Leo
Neat trick, considering I'd just led you guys there. But then bilocation
has always been one of my more useful minor powers.
> Strangely enough, the most appealing pieces [at the Rembrandt exhibition]
> were an unfinished self portrait[5], a couple of trial etchings and the
> ceiling of the main hall, not done by Rembrandt, but painted in bright,
> abstract colours.
Yeah, and it made me wonder what the hell they were thinking when they had
that done. I'm surprised they didn't hang a few Mondriaans in between the
Vermeers while they were at it as well, or redo the wooden floors in
neon-coloured vinyl. Feh.
> Somehow, all fluffy toys immediately tended to float towards the corner
> with Mel, Kim
Mel, Kim? Oh Christ -- why didn't I realise this before! I even remember
*thinking* they looked rather fresh for the weekend...
> a Tux was confiscated by Mel and spent most of the rest of the evening in
> a comfy, warm place.
You wouldn't have dared to phrase this in quite the same way, had you been
there when Melusine showed us that bit of fan fiction about Yoda's 'special
needs'. -- "Spiked, it is!"
> Soonish, lots of foodstuffs were handed around and consumed
Much of it also courtesy of Karen Hypatia and her amazing +10 Envelope of
Holding.
> The inevitable toy collection was unpacked and played with extensively,
> in the middle of which Daniel arrived, with a bit of a worried face
> (possibly 'what have I got myself into?').
There was also a certain look on Reinier Sjouw (another later arrival)'s
face, who was after all our meet virgin for the evening. I remember being a
bit surprised at the way in which that look did not appear to be one of
worry, or fear, or -- let's be realistic -- sheer panic.
In retrospect, I now understand, however, that his was a look that said:
"Hot-damn! These are *finally* the kind of people who are going to be able
to appreciate my bringing along dozens of elongated balloons that can be
twisted into obscene and/or animal shapes up to and including Deformed
Rabbit."
> Just as on the last meet, again there were presents from Karen, which
> were now unpacked by those who got them. Eelco got a fish pond, and a
> disguise set, of which I didn't catch the meaning (anyone on this)?
It was so that he could hide from his thesis advisor, if the need arose.
> Both Kimberley and Arwen got a 'My little pony' set
That's "My *Cutie* Pony", if you please.
> Leo, after Arwen and Kim unpacked their pony sets: 'Go off together and
> play nice; don't bother us...'
"Don't bother the *adults* trying to have grown-up conversations", I
believe the full quote went. I think the only reasons I'm still among the
living are (a) Kimberley has not yet borrowed and read *all* my SF books,
and (b) she really is a sweet fluffy wuffy huggikins of a girl. Wouldn't
hurt a fly, not even if she could reach one.
Arwen wrote:
> [And I found out that if I had phoned [Leo] right before I saw Kimberley,
> I probably would have heard his phone ring]
No, but you might have heard me yelp.
> Some tried not to laugh about the hundreds of people standing very still
> with the only sound being the whispering of guided tour walkmans with the
> volume to loud.
I thought it was *creepy*. Something straight out of a Night Of The Living
Pod People-type Hammer movie. The glazed, unfocused eyes. The soft,
hypnotic "rhubarb, rhubarb" sounds floating through the rooms at
ear-height. Any minute I expected them all to turn and come at me, arms
stretched, chanting about Imhotep.
> the new nickname for Kimberley [ 'Kimberley the Bug'
Just thought I'd keep that in. For absolutely no particular reason at all.
> a 'Cutie pony' for Kimberley and me. Apparently we were supposed to play
> with them and gain niceness from eachother [?!?]. Yes, I am a
> horse-freak, but no, I never played with this kind of toys (nor papered
> my wall with posters of white horses). [ stuff about practical aspects of
> desiring keeping white horses snipped ]
The lady protests too much, methinks...
> I think about what I dreamt: a 160cm high ,pink, muddy horse. And me
> trying to clean it with a Cutie Pony comb. Should I be worried?
Yes, because with a Cutie Pony comb it's going to take you simply *ages* to
clean a 160cm high horse. You need to get better tools for the job, such as
the Cutie Pony *brush*.
> a while later we all go to a field to do some more juggling.
I remember it well: One, two, three, *throw* -- thud thud thud.
There is still room for progress.
--
Leo Breebaart <l...@lspace.org>
Cybercat
'Turtle' Dersjant) wrote:
>Series One was watched. Then Jennifer, and shortly afterwards Tony had
>to leave, starting the disintegration of the meet. The rest of us got
Wow, looks like I'm getting better and better at this. I can now sneak
out unnoticed while people are actually awake ;)
>Gideon: 'He's a male vulture, he's got his own seed.'
>Leo: 'But he's hardly going to eat his own...'
>
Oh? I thought it was "But he's hardly going to cover his own with
chocolate and eat it." but I might misremember.
Gideon: "What's this, character assassination night?"
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Arwen Luné <p.bi...@tref.nl> wrote:
<snip>
> oh Gideon.....?
> do you walk in your sleep?
>
>
>
> no?
>
> do you want to keep it that way...?
Oi! Arwen!
Keep away from my boyfriend!
Mel
Gillian Houck
>Arwen wrote:
>> Some tried not to laugh about the hundreds of people standing very still
>> with the only sound being the whispering of guided tour walkmans with the
>> volume to loud.
>
>I thought it was *creepy*. Something straight out of a Night Of The Living
>Pod People-type Hammer movie. The glazed, unfocused eyes. The soft,
>hypnotic "rhubarb, rhubarb" sounds floating through the rooms at
>ear-height. Any minute I expected them all to turn and come at me, arms
>stretched, chanting about Imhotep.
You think that was bad in an art museum, try it on a cold and windy, grey and
foggy day, wandering around the prison on Alcatraz Island. And if you're
really nice to the rangers, they'll shut you in a cell.
Gillian, unofficial ex-afp tour guide to the San Francisco Bay Area.
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Rid
> On 22 Nov 1999 23:10:22 +0100, l...@lspace.org (Leo Breebaart) wrote:
>>I thought it was *creepy*. Something straight out of a Night Of The Living
>>Pod People-type Hammer movie. The glazed, unfocused eyes. The soft,
>>hypnotic "rhubarb, rhubarb" sounds floating through the rooms at
>>ear-height. Any minute I expected them all to turn and come at me, arms
>>stretched, chanting about Imhotep.
>You think that was bad in an art museum, try it on a cold and windy, grey and
>foggy day, wandering around the prison on Alcatraz Island. And if you're
>really nice to the rangers, they'll shut you in a cell.
deadmen walking?
Rid
--
"Someone up there likes me. And it's me."
- The Great God Om
Arwen Luné
[me]
>>> the new nickname for Kimberley [ 'Kimberley the Bug'
>>Just thought I'd keep that in. For absolutely no particular reason at all.
>
>I'm pretty sure of that, since there is really no particular reason for
>me to quote it at all, either.
Why snipping it? It gives meaning to my post...<eg>
>>> a while later we all go to a field to do some more juggling.
>>
>>I remember it well: One, two, three, *throw* -- thud thud thud.
>>
>>There is still room for progress.
>
>ROTFL.
>Arwen, *pleaaase* wait until the next meet to kill him. ;-)
Why? so you can make sure there are camera's and sound recorders near?
weeelll.....ok. Maybe.
[ considered that I have about the co ordination of a LEO [1], I think
I did pretty well on the juggling, btw.]
1] a LEO is, in Scouting terms, a 'Lomp En Onhandig' <Lump and
Clumsy>. Its a big wooden hammer to get the tent-pins into the
ground. [2]
2] just a little trivia to bright up your day, Leo :-)
<veg>
Arwen Luné
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>
<Snippetry>
> There was also a certain look on Reinier Sjouw (another later arrival)'s
> face, who was after all our meet virgin for the evening. I remember being
a
> bit surprised at the way in which that look did not appear to be one of
> worry, or fear, or -- let's be realistic -- sheer panic.
Well, I already had a large pint of Kilkenny's to hide behind :)
>
> In retrospect, I now understand, however, that his was a look that said:
> "Hot-damn! These are *finally* the kind of people who are going to be able
> to appreciate my bringing along dozens of elongated balloons that can be
> twisted into obscene and/or animal shapes up to and including Deformed
> Rabbit."
Drat! am I _that_ easy to analyse? Anyway, thanks for providing
an opportunity to show off and generally make a fool of myself
without having people laughing in my face (which is especially
unpleasant when people have had lots of alcohol and/or garlicked
food).
Even though the laughing itself might not be too bad.
How's about a juggle/clown meet, sometime in March 2000
(I'll be buried in my projects until Feb, so I can't do
any organising [other than for those blasted projects at
work]until then).
Errr..
If you are posting actual answers to this, don't hold your breath
waiting for _my_ replies. I don't expect to have an opportunity
to check AFP within the next month or so. My apologies for the
inconvenience.
I am, once again, accessible by e-mail (at the old reply-to-address).
--
Reinier, posting via someone else's internet connection.
replies to r dot p dot f dot sjouw at kpn dot com
Reinier has not returned yet from the current overload
of projects. We hope to resume service at some point in
time in the next century.
karen
Dersjant <af...@ireland.demon.nl> writes
>Unofficial Meet report[1]
I shall be having words with you my young amphibian, for providing
certain people with excuses for Welching on their Promises ...<eyebrow
raising may be envisaged here> ;-)
>Jennifermeet 3.0, November 20th, The Hague, Netherlands.
>
>Attendees: I didn't make a complete list. Please see Leo's post for a
>comprehensive attendance list. Ta.
<looks>
<looks again>
<raises more eyebrows>
<notes one welched on promise, one fraudulent excuse for taking psion
(about which more later) to point out to Kimberley...>
Carry on Patrick..
>
>Pre-Premeetish
[..]
> The dutch railways were really showing their One True
>Side that day...
<notes terrible Dutch railways for possible future reference...>
>When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
>find Leo. Even a phone call from Eelco's mobile didn't let us find
>him;
That'll be because the incredible pulsating vibraphone was being out
vibrated by its owner - yes? Could I be correct?
> instead we found Kim,
You are complaining??
<more eyebrows>
>The Premeet
> At the exhibition we met Leo, and handed in our
>coats and bags at the wardrobe.
Sheesh I knew thing were bad in industry but I didn't realise just *how*
bad. Poor chap.
[..]
>This led to Jos filking on 'Les Miserables': 'Do you hear the
>Guinness sing, singing the song of thirsty men?'.
<wince>
>
>The Meet itself
>Somehow, all fluffy toys immediately tended to float towards
>the corner with Mel, Kim, Jennifer and Iris -
For some reason magnetic poles spring to mind...
>Just as on the last meet, again there were presents from Karen, which
>were now unpacked by those who got them. Eelco got a fish pond, and a
>disguise set, of which I didn't catch the meaning (anyone on this)?
Yes see my other post - I claim ultimate authority on this:)
>Both Kimberley and Arwen got a 'My little pony' set, 'so Arwen can
>teach Kimberley to not be mean and evil, but a nice, nice girl', if I
>remember correctly. However, as a fact it was Leo who played with
>Kim's pony set during the meet, and with Arwen's set during breakfast
>the following morning.
Details of "play" would be appreciated. The offender is remarkably shy
on this issue <g> Ditto little plastic dollies. Email is just fine.
Blackmail can then follow...
[mobile connectivity]
> However, shortly afterwards I was able to use the
>mobile phone and my psion to connect to my own provider, and with
>Tony's help a short IRC session happened.
Heh. Which brings to mind, quite by coincidence, the staggeringly sad,
sad sight of a local geek-who-shall-remain-ent-irely anonymous, playing
racing demons with his and my Psion (mine being an MX <snigger>).
His was *sooooooooooo* slow. <smirk>
But it really *isn't* worth upgrading is it? because there just *isn't*
the extra functionality to justify it nononono. Not justifiable in the
slightest. Or so I was reminded at regular intervals in the subsequent
conversation <g> And I mean really - who *wants* the matching SH 888 [1]
and mobile email anyway? Quite unnecessary really. Not at all *useful*
and *sensible*:)
<light bulb>
Ah *now* I know why Leo isn't doing a meet report. It was that slow,
slow, sloooooowww psion couldn't get all the names down fast enough.
[1] See Patrick - we really are twins - it isn't just a visual thing:)
[quotes]
>Leo: 'You name it, I get annoyed by it.'
Fast Psions O:)
>Leo, introducing himself to Reinier: 'My name is Leo Breebart. I have
>been reading Terry Pratchett since...'
Do you know I think quite the saddest thing about that quote was that it
didn't actually surprise me <g>
>Leo: 'There are quite a few women around. shall we take it one step at
>a time?'
??
<looks at Kimberley for explanation>
>Leo: 'If I ever want a girl friend, It's not going to be one with hair
>growing out of her <dot dot dot>'
>
>Leo: 'I thought it was just a gift as a part of some weird mating
>ritual.'
>
>Leo: 'I just expressed my desire to have sex with all those beautiful
>women.'
<makes note to have discussion with Kimberley on the content of the
quote file i in the absence of an Official explanation>
>Gideon: 'He's a male vulture, he's got his own seed.'
>Leo: 'But he's hardly going to eat his own...'
NB for the reader - these were chocolate coated *sunflower* seeds they
were talking about. The other things move too fast to coat with
chocolate.
>Tony: 'Pikelets want to be crumpets when they grow up'
Nonono - pikelets are anorexic crumpets.
>Leo: 'I'm merely commenting helpfullly, humbly, meekly,...'
>Kim: '... and unsincerely'
>
>Leo: 'I'm actually not so much for the idea of _more_ quote-takers...'
Well you could *take* the quotes instead:) If you get a faster Psion.
>[1] Unofficial, as Leo insisted to write the meet report. 'Based on
>the fact that I am writing the meet report, I got Kimberley's
>dispensation to bring my Psion'[2]
Huh!
ttfn,
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>
>After the thorough meet reports already posted by Patrick and Arwen, I find
>that not even the opportunity of doing a Rashomon offers quite sufficient
>enough temptation to counter my aversion against wanton redundancy,
Huh! Welching if you ask me...:P
>That's not to say that there aren't some things I want to comment on, of
>course...
In which case I shall do likewise, from the expert point of view (ie I
wasn't there)
>Patrick wrote:
>
>
>> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
>> find Leo.
>
>Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
>really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody place
>where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
??
>> At the exhibition we met Leo
>
>Neat trick, considering I'd just led you guys there. But then bilocation
>has always been one of my more useful minor powers.
Ah yes - like arranging to meet at "X" where "X" is not in fact the
unique landmark specified but is duplicated twice within 50m.
Bilocation huh? Huh?
Harrumph!
>> Somehow, all fluffy toys immediately tended to float towards the corner
>> with Mel, Kim
>
>Mel, Kim? Oh Christ -- why didn't I realise this before! I even remember
>*thinking* they looked rather fresh for the weekend...
Tacky dear, tacky. Go play in the cartman thread.
I suppose I could point out that they came from the same musical stable
as that which produced "Dead or Alive" and join you there:)
Or that their birthday is only one day before the #1 offspring's. Well
for one year it was. OK Cartman here I come:)
And then of course *one* of them had previously carved out a career as a
"glamour" model.
But I am sure it was all quite Respectable...
Ho hum now where does a girl have to go for a *real* challenge around
here?
>> Soonish, lots of foodstuffs were handed around and consumed
>
>Much of it also courtesy of Karen Hypatia and her amazing +10 Envelope of
>Holding.
Yeah I also have an umbrella with a talking parrot;)
>There was also a certain look on Reinier Sjouw (another later arrival)'s
>face,
Whom I was most sorry to miss:(
>who was after all our meet virgin for the evening. I remember being a
>bit surprised at the way in which that look did not appear to be one of
>worry, or fear, or -- let's be realistic -- sheer panic.
>
>In retrospect, I now understand, however, that his was a look that said:
>"Hot-damn! These are *finally* the kind of people who are going to be able
>to appreciate my bringing along dozens of elongated balloons that can be
>twisted into obscene and/or animal shapes up to and including Deformed
>Rabbit."
Well the "kind of people " was surely never in doubt:)
Oh I *knew* I should have been there! I just love playing with those
elongated balloons.
>> Just as on the last meet, again there were presents from Karen, which
>> were now unpacked by those who got them. Eelco got a fish pond, and a
>> disguise set, of which I didn't catch the meaning (anyone on this)?
>
>It was so that he could hide from his thesis advisor, if the need arose.
Oh come now, come now, that really isn't the *whole* story is it??
<eyebrows again>
I am confident that Eelco will verify that the label *actually* said
that it was to enable him to hide until he finishes next year, after
which it was to be passed on to another needy candidate? Yes/No?
I believe a name was even suggested right there on the label?
>> Both Kimberley and Arwen got a 'My little pony' set
>
>That's "My *Cutie* Pony", if you please.
Definitely! "My Little Pony" is tacky, tasteless and expensive.
>> Leo, after Arwen and Kim unpacked their pony sets: 'Go off together and
>> play nice; don't bother us...'
>
>"Don't bother the *adults* trying to have grown-up conversations", I
>believe the full quote went. I think the only reasons I'm still among the
>living are (a) Kimberley has not yet borrowed and read *all* my SF books,
>and
Only because she cannot reach the top shelves <g>
>(b) she really is a sweet fluffy wuffy huggikins of a girl. Wouldn't
>hurt a fly, not even if she could reach one.
Flies? Kimberley can't reach flies??
I think you exaggerate the degree of vertical challenge here.
I'd have been *very* worried in your shoes:)
However I would go for option (c) myself:
(c) *She* also knew what was coming later <g> I have been *hearing
things* about those rosettes. And what you were doing with those ponies
<yep eyebrows again>
>Arwen wrote:
>
>> Some tried not to laugh about the hundreds of people standing very still
>> with the only sound being the whispering of guided tour walkmans with the
>> volume to loud.
>
>I thought it was *creepy*. Something straight out of a Night Of The Living
>Pod People-type Hammer movie. The glazed, unfocused eyes. The soft,
>hypnotic "rhubarb, rhubarb" sounds floating through the rooms at
>ear-height.
What even from Kimberley's?
>> the new nickname for Kimberley [ 'Kimberley the Bug'
>
>Just thought I'd keep that in. For absolutely no particular reason at all.
Yeah me too but I have an excuse. I would point out at this juncture
that this name was entirely down to an innocent 9 yr old mispronouncing
names in my in trays. Unfortunately I let the comment slip quite
unintentionally O:)
>> a 'Cutie pony' for Kimberley and me. Apparently we were supposed to play
>> with them and gain niceness from eachother [?!?]. Yes, I am a
>> horse-freak, but no, I never played with this kind of toys (nor papered
>> my wall with posters of white horses). [ stuff about practical aspects of
>> desiring keeping white horses snipped ]
>
>The lady protests too much, methinks...
I think what he is *trying* to say here, Arwen, is that he'll admit it
if you do:)
Cutie Ponies Anonymous? Cutie Ponies R'Us?
pip pip
jester
Now, ladies. No fighting please.
At least, not till I've sorted out the mud-pit, grandstands and ticket
sales.
--
Andy Brown (living dangerously)
Kimberley Verburg
>Patrick wrote:
>
>
>> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
>> find Leo.
>
>Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
>really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody place
>where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
You were our shepherd so you're the one who's supposed to go lost sheep
gathering not woolgather. :-) It's a shame Arwen and me didn't think of
calling you on your mobile straight away, a Vibrating Leo would have
been much easier to find.
>> Strangely enough, the most appealing pieces [at the Rembrandt exhibition]
>> were an unfinished self portrait[5], a couple of trial etchings and the
>> ceiling of the main hall, not done by Rembrandt, but painted in bright,
>> abstract colours.
>
>Yeah, and it made me wonder what the hell they were thinking when they had
>that done. I'm surprised they didn't hang a few Mondriaans in between the
>Vermeers while they were at it as well, or redo the wooden floors in
>neon-coloured vinyl. Feh.
I've been in the Mauritshuis several times in the last couple of years
and, cultural ignoramus that I am, first wondered if test colours had
been painted on the ceiling and on subsequent visits wondered when they
were going to finish painting it.
[The meet virgin, Reinier Sjouw, arrives]
>In retrospect, I now understand, however, that his was a look that said:
>"Hot-damn! These are *finally* the kind of people who are going to be able
>to appreciate my bringing along dozens of elongated balloons that can be
>twisted into obscene and/or animal shapes up to and including Deformed
>Rabbit."
The deflated poodle is still sitting on my desk. Unfortunately, I could
never blow up those balloons more than a quarter of the way before
capillaries started threatening to burst.
>Arwen wrote:
>> a while later we all go to a field to do some more juggling.
>
>I remember it well: One, two, three, *throw* -- thud thud thud.
>
>There is still room for progress.
Of course there is. Next time I'll teach you how to juggle, not that I
expect much success as even your tongue is uncoordinated. (I don't
believe in providing quotes with context so I'm not going to provide
this context with a quote.)
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Martin Wisse
wrote:
>l...@lspace.org (Leo Breebaart) wrote:
>
>>Patrick wrote:
>>
>>
>>> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
>>> find Leo.
>>
>>Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
>>really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody place
>>where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
>
>You were our shepherd so you're the one who's supposed to go lost sheep
>gathering not woolgather. :-) It's a shame Arwen and me didn't think of
>calling you on your mobile straight away, a Vibrating Leo would have
>been much easier to find.
Or he would stay in hiding but wearing a *big* grin... You can never
tell with these things.
Anyway, something tells me you all had fun at the meet. Too bad I
couldn't come, but then again, at the time of the meet I wasn't a
million miles away from The Hague, with a group of people not entirely
dissimilair to the sort of people showing up at meets.
You see, there was a sf con going on that weekend, which included your
humble narrator. No mobile phone geeking there, but lots of stuffed toys
and Palms were present, as was fellow Pratchetteer Myranya.
Good substitute for a meet? I don't know, but at least the bar never
closed during the weekend...
(No Guinness tho)
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Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Wisse) created:
>On Wed, 24 Nov 1999 02:09:39 +0100, Kimberley Verburg <k...@lspace.org>
>wrote:
>
>>It's a shame Arwen and me didn't think of
>>calling you on your mobile straight away, a Vibrating Leo would have
>>been much easier to find.
>
>Or he would stay in hiding but wearing a *big* grin... You can never
>tell with these things.
Ah, but you weren't there when his phone went off at breakfast, with
Leo shouting 'Eek!' and almost hitting the ceiling ;)
The grin was there, nevertheless...
>Good substitute for a meet? I don't know, but at least the bar never
>closed during the weekend...
Ah, but was is a bar when you have Jos toasting crumpets?
>(No Guinness tho)
And that is the major flaw <g>.
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
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Eelco Giele
> In article <81cf0e$9m0$1...@falcon.pds.twi.tudelft.nl>, Leo Breebaart
> <l...@lspace.org> writes
> >> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
> >> find Leo.
> >
> >Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
> >really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody place
> >where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
Well, actually, and I discussed this with Tony after having changed
places between where we sat when you (all) left and where you (Leo) sat
before we arrived, that you were in the wrong place. On the phone you
said that you were _under_ the escalators, and we found that the Kim
and Arwen (OMG, that's two of them together, what's the critical mass
in these cases) place was more under the escalator, being under the
escalator physically, then where you were, which was at the bottom of
the escalator.
> >> Somehow, all fluffy toys immediately tended to float towards the corner
> >> with Mel, Kim
> >
> >Mel, Kim? Oh Christ -- why didn't I realise this before! I even remember
> >*thinking* they looked rather fresh for the weekend...
Karaoke meet 1.0 ?
> >> were now unpacked by those who got them. Eelco got a fish pond, and a
> >> disguise set, of which I didn't catch the meaning (anyone on this)?
> >
> >It was so that he could hide from his thesis advisor, if the need arose.
> Oh come now, come now, that really isn't the *whole* story is it??
> <eyebrows again>
> I am confident that Eelco will verify that the label *actually* said
> that it was to enable him to hide until he finishes next year,
Yes. Btw, I have learned some nice tricks with liquorice too in this
regard. (or: how to shut up a professor)
> after
> which it was to be passed on to another needy candidate? Yes/No?
> I believe a name was even suggested right there on the label?
Yes, a Certain Person was mentioned as being elligeble for this as
soon as wouldn't need it anymore.
Of course, Leo has found a far better way to hide from his advisor.
In fact, it works so well, he can even hide from his thesis as well
<g,d&r>
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>karen <Ka...@lspace.org> wrote:
>> Leo Breebaart <l...@lspace.org> writes
>> >Patrick wrote:
>> >> When we finally arrived in The Hague, we had to look quite hard to
>> >> find Leo.
>> >
>> >Where "quite hard" is defined as "not very bloody well at all". I mean,
>> >really. I was only sitting in the bloody middle of the exact bloody
>> >place where I had *told* every-bloody-one I'd be. Harrumph.
>
>places between where we sat when you (all) left and where you (Leo) sat
>before we arrived, that you were in the wrong place. On the phone you
>said that you were _under_ the escalators, and we found that the Kim
>and Arwen (OMG, that's two of them together, what's the critical mass
>in these cases) place was more under the escalator, being under the
>escalator physically, then where you were, which was at the bottom of
>the escalator.
That's the difference between the standard UK and standard American usage
of "under". In the UK (from what I read), "under" means "at the bottom
of", e.g., Underhill = at the foot of the hill, not actually under tons of
soil. In the USA, "under" means literally "underneath", and we would have
said Leo was at the foot of the escalator. Hmm, that incident implies
that the USA version is current in some other places.
=Tamar
Miq
>That's the difference between the standard UK and standard American usage
>of "under". In the UK (from what I read), "under" means "at the bottom
>of", e.g., Underhill = at the foot of the hill, not actually under tons of
>soil. In the USA, "under" means literally "underneath", and we would have
>said Leo was at the foot of the escalator. Hmm, that incident implies
>that the USA version is current in some other places.
I would have said 'at the bottom of the escalator', myself. 'Under' can
mean 'at the foot of', but more often it does mean 'physically beneath'.
My dictionary gives the following examples:
it fell under the table
assembled under (at the foot of) the castle walls
struck him under the left eye
nothing new under the sun
Plus several other meanings, of course. Prepositions are like that.
--
Miq
Shim
>On the day of Tue, 23 Nov 1999 Uwe Milde <umi...@gmx.de> wrote:
[nasty, though possibly apt, juggling-insulting]
>>Arwen, *pleaaase* wait until the next meet to kill him. ;-)
>
>Why? so you can make sure there are camera's and sound recorders near?
>weeelll.....ok. Maybe.
>[ considered that I have about the co ordination of a LEO [1], I think
>I did pretty well on the juggling, btw.]
>
>1] a LEO is, in Scouting terms, a 'Lomp En Onhandig' <Lump and
>Clumsy>. Its a big wooden hammer to get the tent-pins into the
>ground. [2]
>2] just a little trivia to bright up your day, Leo :-)
Intriguingly, it also stands for Low Earth Orbit [1], where you put those
big satellite thingies. if you could manage that by *juggling*, I really
think we should get you playing basketball. :)
[1] A poster I vaguely remember once had a .sig saying something like:
[ Need 1,600 lbs of billion-dollar equipment in LEO by tomorrow morning? ]
[ (x) - Part of the US military-industrial juggernaut and proud of it! ]
-Shim.
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Barber) created:
>In article <383a3779...@library.lspace.org>, pat...@ireland.demon.nl
>wrote:
>
>>And then there were quotes[7]
>
>Oooh, I didn't say anything stupid enough to be quoted this year? There
>are advantages to being awake during a meet, oh yes!
It could also be that I just wasn't sitting near enough to you, and
the person that was (leo) didn't note down anything for whatever
reason <g>.
Better next time ;)
Patrick 'Turtle' Dersjant
Barber) created:
>He (Leo) thought he was combing their tails, but he was really doing something
>between teasing them and simply tearing them out. The guy doesn't know how
>to brush long hair.
>
>It was suggested this is why he doesn't have--oh, heck. If I say it,
>there's probably no chance of getting a report out of him, is there? So
>finish the sentence yourself. It shouldn't be too hard. :)
Long hair?
HTH HAND
mnd
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> l...@lspace.org (Leo Breebaart) wrote:
>
<Snippetage>
> [The meet virgin, Reinier Sjouw, arrives]
> >"Hot-damn! These are *finally* the kind of people who are going to be
able
> >to appreciate my bringing along dozens of elongated balloons that can be
> >twisted into obscene and/or animal shapes up to and including Deformed
> >Rabbit."
>
> never blow up those balloons more than a quarter of the way before
> capillaries started threatening to burst.
Perhaps next time we should go for Deformed Rabbit.
There are two reasons for this:
- the balloons required for doing rabbits are slightly
easier to inflate
- given your (newly? relatively newly) chosen nickname,
a Bugs Bunny would be reasonably apt <g,d&rvvvvvf>.
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>
> Oh I *knew* I should have been there! I just love playing with those
> elongated balloons.
Not to worry, Karen. Just attend another meet. I'm not intending
to let the Jennifermeet _remain_ the only meet I have been to.
If there's a Reinier around, balloons cannot be far away.
errr... This post doesn't mean I'm back. It means I'm playing
truant from an awful lot of work. Hope to see you all again soon,
but I'm afraid soon won't be before March 2000 :-(