PLAYING HOOKEY
Mudditor’s Meeting Minutes 6/6/666
You know how meetings can go. People talking about spreadsheets, and goals, and timelines, and action items, and the rest of the stuff that makes your eyes go all cloudy like early-onset glaucoma.
After listening to that for about fifteen minutes and experiencing the unbidden thought, wait a minute, didn’t I like, retire? Is this some sort of evil dream come to punish me for my sins? I figured I might as well rack up a few sins. This being a Zoom meeting that was easy.
No, not that. I opened one of my drafts, a piece of sci-fi erotica destined for Tantalizing Tales¹, and set to work. It needed a little touching up prior to submission — do you see where this is going? Punished, erotica, sins, submission — you could be forgiven for thinking I’m some creepy old pervert.
I could have gotten away with it but somebody — might have been Andrew Rodwin, said something about Bee Oh Eff and I snapped out of my reveries. Since when does anyone call on me when they are discussing serious matters?
I was so confused I busted myself, which lightened the mood. It was like a freshly dumped dump truck. The thought of BOF writing sci-fi erotica is just about the most comedic thought possible. Things took off.
That’s why my fellow mudditors saddled — there he goes again — me with the responsibility for the minutes. It’s the least I could do having shirked my responsibilities as a mudditor for — how long now? Let’s not go there as these young people say nowadays.
Toni Crowe invited everyone to her place in Florida to sit around her pool and drink, provided we fluff her pillows. She’ll wear her pre-haircut wig so that everyone will be sufficiently intimidated not to take things too far. It works on plumbers, pool cleaners and the like, so why not mudditors?
Sara Zadrima wanted to invite us but she is staying with her parents, so instead she tried to teach us how to doodle, which went about as well as could be expected.
Amy Sea and Holly J See, the See sisters — or is that Sea Sisters? Never mind — looked on from the sidelines, egging everyone else on. BOFace would have invited everyone to his house…
