Where: Virtual Global iPhone meeting
When: 21/08/08, 11:00 AM Eastern Time, on the second derivative of the convex maxima
The first few minutes were spent establishing iPhone contact.
Sherpa Joe said reception was exceptional at the top of Everest, “because it’s so high.”
Empty Shell gushed that she and Richard have His & Hers iPhones now; his is much bigger than hers. They joined the conference call from Hintonburg, where they were cruising around in their brand new Jeep, where reception was great ”because it’s so high.”
La Chaise sounded a little harried, and said she was holding her iPhone between her ear and her shoulder while nursing a giant stool and spot-cleaning spit-up off her cushions. “I wish I was high,” she said wistfully.
Elfy connected from his bicycle which he said was gender neutral with a modified crossbar. “Do you think it makes me look queer?” he asked. A discussion ensued on the nature of queerness and how it’s no longer all that related to sexual orientation but is more about blurring the edges of gender roles.
“How come I don’t know this stuff?” asked Foxy, who was chatting on his iPhone while loping across Egypt.
“I call the meeting to order,” she said briskly, “Did you all remember to bring your breakfasts and beer?”
A chorus of oops ensued, and a few minutes passed uneventfully while everybody rounded up breakfast and beer.
“I’m sure you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today,” said Shagatha, “Well. Have any of you noticed that the Elgin Street Irregulars have ceased blogging?”
Everybody started talking at once.
“They haven’t blogged since I stopped nipping at their heels!” exclaimed Foxy.
“Exactly,” said Shagatha, “We stopped metablogging them because our mission – to nudge them out of their complacency – had been accomplished. They were blogging fast and furious. Our work was done. But the moment we stopped nipping at their heels, they stopped blogging.”
Sherpa Joe suggested that perhaps they were consciously refraining from blogging in the hopes of luring us back into metablogging them.
“You think they miss our pithy posts?” asked Shagatha.
“We weren’t usually all that pissy,” replied Chaisey defensively.
“It might have nothing to do with us,” suggested The Eye, “Perhaps they’re just too busy to post.”
This possibility was discussed.
“Poor Aggie got a job,” said Empty Shell, “She’s a boss and everything.”
Everybody contemplated what it must be like to have a job and get out of bed every day and do your hair and pretend to give a shit about crap.
Everybody agreed that poor Aggie couldn’t possibly be expected to have a job and blog too. Seriously, who could possibly be expected to do both? And Woodsy just moved, so maybe we should cut her some slack too. Give her a week or so to get the internet hooked up.
“Okay, so Aggie and Woodsy have got an excuse. But what about Coyote?” asked Foxy, “He doesn’t have a job.”
“As for the Chair, I bet he just sits around all day,” said Chaisey, “That’s what I used to do before I pushed this giant stool out of my bajingo.”
“As far as I can tell, The Independent Observer doesn’t actually do anything,” said Elfy, “He just watches other people doing stuff.”
“I think Conch Shell just lies on the beach all day long,” said Empty Shell.
“That evil Dwarf hasn’t worked a day in his life!” spat the Eye.
We could hear the whirring sounds through our iPhones as the Eye starting to spin. Everybody made soothing noises and changed the subject.
“How’s everybody’s cats?” asked Foxy. Everybody talked about their cats for awhile.
“Okay,” said Sherpa Joe after a few minutes, “What should we do about this state of affairs with the ESIs?”
“We can’t devote our entire lives to nipping at their heels,” said Shagath. “We have other missions to fulfill.”
“Like what?” asked Chaisey.
Followed by several gasps and a chorus of “ooooooohhhh!s”
“Okay,” said Elfy, “How about we just release an official statement expressing our feelings about the ESIs, and then we move on to our other missions?”
With the help of a press agent, we carefully crafted the following statement:
“We, the Bank Street Irrelevants, wish to convey our exasperation and sadness with the Elgin Street Irregulars’ lack of momentum. Honestly, do you need to be prodded every step of the way? What about that Dating Paradigm? Wrap it up and put it in a bag already. As for that anticlimatic Top SeKrit nonsense, what was up with that? P.S. We miss you.”