The Guardian for this meeting was Agatha Macbeth. The comments are by Agatha Macbeth. Following an odd excursion on the sim next door, Wollie and I sat down.

Agatha Macbeth: This is playing hell with the recorder :p
Wol Euler: we both have recorders
Agatha Macbeth: Wonder if it got the first bit?
Wol Euler: we were too far away, the rezzing point is deliberately outside the listening radius
Agatha Macbeth: Ah, so nothing recorded the first time
Wol Euler: probably not
Agatha Macbeth: How's the competition?
Wol Euler: hasn't started yet, we are waiting for the info
Wol Euler: thanks for the reminder, I should call them
Agatha Macbeth: Oh it hasn't?
Wol Euler: well it may have started for others, but not for us
Agatha Macbeth: Ah here comes QT
Wol Euler: so, does Eliza not do 1pm Mondays any more?
Agatha Macbeth: She said she would miss four I think
Agatha Macbeth: Of which this is the third
Agatha Macbeth: Buona sera QT
Qt Core: Hi Agatha, Wol
Wol Euler: ah
Wol Euler: hello qt
Agatha Macbeth: This is becoming a familiar threesome :)
Qt Core: :-)
Agatha Macbeth: Wonder if we are all that's left of PaB :p
Wol Euler: for certain values of "left"
Agatha Macbeth: Yeh
Agatha Macbeth: Wonder why Bert didn't show up last night?
Wol Euler: it's a mystery
Agatha Macbeth: Zen's meditation was good tho
Wol Euler nods.
Agatha Macbeth: Not a holiday in Germany or anything?
Wol Euler: not that I know of
Wol Euler: certainly not for us
Wol Euler: we worked through the weeknd
Agatha Macbeth: Ah well, maybe techie probs then
Santoshima Resident: 's current display-name is "San".
Agatha Macbeth: Hiya San
Santoshima Resident: hello
Qt Core: Hi San
Wol Euler: hello san
Wol Euler: happy monday
Santoshima Resident: you too
Agatha Macbeth: How are you?
Wol Euler: new hair!
Agatha Macbeth: Or never seen before hair :p
Santoshima Resident: many wigs
Wol Euler: it focuses the gaze on your face, which is remarkably 14th century Italian :)
Santoshima Resident: gotto work with what works best
Wol Euler: heheheh
Wol Euler: it's been pleasing the crowds for six hundred years.
--BELL--1315
Agatha Macbeth: That's some crowd pleaser
Santoshima Resident: gorgeous outfit, Wol ~ also new!
Wol Euler: actually no, but I never wear it. QUite forgot I had it actually
Santoshima Resident: the inventory closet is deep
Agatha Macbeth: Looks like Revenge
Wol Euler: it's from Hugo Designs actually
Agatha Macbeth: Oh good old Hugo
Santoshima Resident: looking up
Agatha Macbeth: The Haunted house by Hugo First
Wol Euler: I think that LM is still current, if not just search for them
Santoshima Resident: ty
Santoshima Resident: how're you folks today?
Agatha Macbeth: I remember us going there with Fael once
Wol Euler: somewhere between mellow and dog-tired
Wol Euler: which I suppose is not bad
Agatha Macbeth: I read that as 'dog eared'
Wol Euler: perhaps :)
Agatha Macbeth: Woof
Wol Euler: are you saying I'm well read?
Wol Euler: *rimshot*
Agatha Macbeth pokes you in the ear
Santoshima Resident: shall we share poems?
Agatha Macbeth: There was an old man from Hong Kong
Santoshima Resident: :)
Wol Euler: hmmm, haven't read any poems lately, not since Eliza mentioned the Four Quartets here a few weeks ago
Agatha Macbeth: I remember that
Agatha Macbeth: I said 'why are there four?'
Wol Euler: and I replied "because there are not five", which I still feel was an excellent answer
Agatha Macbeth: Indeed
Wol Euler smiles.
Agatha Macbeth: You should play Hamlet
Wol Euler holds up a skull, strikes the pose and says "is this a dagger I see before me -- no, wait a minute."
Agatha Macbeth: Alas poor PaB I knew it well
Wol Euler: <- laughing at her own joke.
Agatha Macbeth: Mein gott
Wol Euler: okay, aggers, you grabbed the session. Lead us off in a PaB-like discussion.
Agatha Macbeth: What are the four quartets anyway?
Santoshima Resident: four poems, linked
Agatha Macbeth: By whom?
Wol Euler: T.S. Eliot, quite late works, deeply religiuos/mystical
Santoshima Resident: TS elliot
Agatha Macbeth: Ahh
Agatha Macbeth: I know his cats
Agatha Macbeth: ^.^
Agatha Macbeth: And the Wasteland
Agatha Macbeth: What did TS actually stand for?
Wol Euler: Thomas Stearns
Wol Euler: IIRC
Agatha Macbeth: Right
Agatha Macbeth: TY
--BELL--1330
Wol Euler: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3oLNElsP8vo
Agatha Macbeth: Ah
Agatha Macbeth: Who killed Mozart?
Wol Euler: Colonel Mustard?
Santoshima Resident: marvelous to hear this music
Agatha Macbeth: Wonder if he really had orange hair
Wol Euler smiles.
Wol Euler: it's a favourite :)
Agatha Macbeth smiles too
Agatha Macbeth: Is it me San or is your right hand missing?
Santoshima Resident: tucked in the skirt / per usual
Agatha Macbeth: Hm
Agatha Macbeth: Can't see it when you type either
Santoshima Resident: oh, right you are
Wol Euler: actually it looks like you are wearing an alpha. half your right hand is missing for me too
Santoshima Resident: vanished hand
Santoshima Resident: easy to fix
Agatha Macbeth: Give me a hand will you
Santoshima Resident: happens
Santoshima Resident: parts drop away
Agatha Macbeth: Yay
Santoshima Resident: love poem?
Agatha Macbeth: Actually Aph did the whole of her last performance with both her hands missing
Santoshima Resident: was it part of the play?
Santoshima Resident: or a prop mishap?
Agatha Macbeth: Don't think so
Santoshima Resident: hmm
Agatha Macbeth: Just Aph probably
Santoshima Resident: ok, here's my offering for today:
Santoshima Resident: The Idea of Beauty (Spoke Itself) by John MacKenzie I have been waiting here for you since the stars first leapt into the sky since before there was water sprung from fresh rock (its first & longest music a metronome— beat after unvaried beat falling like hammers of zombied blacksmiths) I have been waiting here where there were no flowers & the rocks were sharp the soil odorless & dense, no air pockets, no tunnels of worms winding under roots of grass I have waited here as minerals & salts turned to algae & coral in the factory din of water & wind as the assembly-line sun flung super-cooled windsurfing dimetrodons among giant treeferns & monochrome blossoms, as prototype blood shifted towards red & DNA began its fall from beautiful flux into fixity and self-replication I have waited here glacially for you as the whispery respiration of trees built air while whole forests fell into peat bogs, became stones while the beaded sweat of ancient lives accreted into diamonds & the idea of beauty spoke itself
Santoshima Resident: in the lush green syllables of your eyes
Agatha Macbeth listens
Santoshima Resident: the end _
Agatha Macbeth: Oh
Agatha Macbeth: Is that a haiku?
Wol Euler raises an eyebrow.
Santoshima Resident: read ^ above
Santoshima Resident: or not
Agatha Macbeth looks
Santoshima Resident: i'll find something else, you might like better
Santoshima Resident: back in a sec
Agatha Macbeth: Oh right...I only got the last line for some reason
Santoshima Resident: shall i send a different one, Agatha?
Santoshima Resident: Avatar, a Poem Aaron Belz Dec 3 2011, 5:12 PM ET 8 inShare More Blue computer graphics woman with smooth cat nose, you are purer, more in touch with nature, and actually quite a bit taller than I-- and although you've discovered that your soul mate is really just a small, physically challenged white guy gasping for air in a mobile home, you've decided to stick with him. I'd taken you for one of those shallow pantheistic utopian cartoon giantesses, but now I see that I was way off.
--BELL--1345
Agatha Macbeth: Good heavens
Qt Core: :-)
Wol Euler: heheheheh
Wol Euler: sweet
Santoshima Resident: yep
Wol Euler smiles.
Agatha Macbeth: Poet's corner
Santoshima Resident: further, since a highjacking by poetry has occurred .... (pls remain in your seats)
Santoshima Resident: aaron belz & his self portrait on falling in love I love how you burst through the door and look around. I love how bad you are at hiding the fact that you’re trying to find me— and how trapped I feel when you’re nearby. I love how when you see me your mouth falls open, how another mouth extends from within the first mouth, both mouths drooling, like you want to bite my head off, literally crush me in an extended hug, take me back to your nest and secure me in jelly-like tentacles. It turns out you do. These are just some of the things I love about you, Alien. I’m not even sure of your gender, but in the heat of the moment, does it matter?
Qt Core: !
Agatha Macbeth: Who is this guy?
Wol Euler applauds!
Santoshima Resident: an american
Agatha Macbeth: That narrows it down a bit :p
Santoshima Resident: hang on
Santoshima Resident: a bit more info needed
Santoshima Resident: http://belz.net/
Santoshima Resident: there you go
Agatha Macbeth: TY
Wol Euler: looks like a poet, yes yes
Qt Core: (or a serial killer)
Wol Euler: actually looks like Gene Hackmann playing a murderer
Wol Euler: snap
Santoshima Resident: :)
Agatha Macbeth: In the library
Agatha Macbeth: With a monkey wrench
Agatha Macbeth: The Belz made me deaf you know
Wol Euler groans
Wol Euler: sanctuary! sanctuary!
Agatha Macbeth: Aww, sorry San
Agatha Macbeth: Didn't mean to drive you away
--BELL--1400
Santoshima Resident: oh, no ... needing to get back to whatever it is over here
Santoshima Resident: tiling i believe
Santoshima Resident: grouting, etc etc
Wol Euler: awwww :) have fun
Agatha Macbeth: Oh still?
Santoshima Resident: bfn ~ good to see you three
Agatha Macbeth: I hate that job
Santoshima Resident: still, yes
Agatha Macbeth: TC
Qt Core: Bye San
Agatha Macbeth: I could murder a yogurt
Wol Euler: well, I think I will move on.
Agatha Macbeth: OK Wollie
Wol Euler: goodnight my dears, enjoy your yoghurts
Wol Euler: <3
Qt Core: :-) 'night
Agatha Macbeth: I would if I had one! :(
Agatha Macbeth: Ciao QT