Newsletter 15
Hey, this is Newsletter 15, which is half of thirty, which is one third of 90, which is 1/6875 of 618,750, which is a really big number. I hadn't realized just how many newsletters there are until I was printing them out for Member Marcie and had to sit around chatting through Internet Messenger with Member Ian on various, uh, thoughful topics for several hours while my speedy dot matrix cranked out page after noisy page of text. I think it came to something like 18 raucous pages. As a reward for reading all those lines of weirdness I won't bore you people too much with stories of my trip to Iowa, Land of the Infinite Kernel. Besides, I don't have any stories of my trip to Iowa, Land of the Endless Cob, since most of it consisted of looking out a window at scenic feilds of corn, scenic feilds of soybeans, scenic feilds of hay, more scenic feilds of corn, and the occaisonal mind-blowing pig-farm. All I can say is, Thank God (or Sony) for personal stereos.

Well, to get away from the topic of Iowa, Land of the Incessant Husk, here's an issue: I think we should have an anthem. Something like: "And I will buy you a garden, where your flowers can grow, and I will buy you a new car, one that's shiny and that you won't drive into a ditch because the cod in your trousers are squirming too much.", or maybe "Jerimiah was a cod, was a good friend of mine. Never understood a single word he said, but he helped me get into a really spectacular car crash. Yea, he was involved in some really great car crashes. (chorus) Singin' Get cod outta your trousers. Get cod out for you and me. Get cod out for the drivers on the great big highway, get cod out for you and me.". Of course I was thinking more along the lines of something not already copyrighted by somebody else, but that's not important. What is important is that it, ahem, rhyme (which is one of the reasons I have elected not to write the song), that it have some semblance of rhythm (the other reason), and that it get across the all-important FDLFDWCTT message (hint: don't drive with cod in your trousers).

As far as new members go, Jessica, Sephie Princess and Trumpet Goddess, has joined our ranks, and I think that guy from the Citrus Rebellion webpage has finally responded to the random email campaign, but I left for vacation before I could confirm.

Well, I need to stop writing now as I have to get up early tomorrow and go fishing (no, not for cod!), though I don't know why I agreed to go since last time I went I ended up throwing back whatever I caught because they looked at me so imploringly. I don't know how an animal as inherently ugly as a fish managed to get any emotions across at all, let alone be imploring, but it did. Anyway, send me all your suggestions for anthems, or put them up in the forum, since forum readers are likely better qualified to make a decision than I. I was going to summarize the intellectually stimulating and, uh, thoughtful, comments made in the forum, but all I can think of to say is that there is (as Member Ian also noted) evidently more of a latin conspiracy than a cheese one, and that I've found no clear consensus on the motto issue, which, you remember, you were supposed to send in suggestions about as well. That's about it, and remember, Mary had a little cod, she put it in her trousers, now everywhere that Mary goes, everybody else hides and cowers.