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Avast, weirdos! It is time once again for FB Core, the administrative wing of the universally-despised monthly inquisiton. You have been specially chosen for this planning and zoning committee meeting based either upon your exemplary leadership, your sparkling congeniality, or your muscular thighs. (And in one case, a combination of all three.) Now you must prove your worthiness on the field of battle, by which I mean drinking at a gay bar for elderly homosexuals with moustaches. Do you have what it takes? (Hint: No.)

On the agenda: recriminations and lamentations. Not on the agenda: anything that is boring. I must insist that you reveal your projects and your progress. We are at a midpoint, here at the conclusion of loathsome 2008; a perfect opportunity to share your designs, and to be corrected by a group of "peers."

This Saturday (the 6th). Nine at night. Twin Peaks in the Castro. Failure to appear shall result in us thinking even less of you than you fear that we already do.

Yours etc,

Sheila

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