THE MONTY PYTHON SOCIETY

As president of the Penn State Monty Python Society, I would just like to say, "Get stuffed!" We've had quite a semester; from rescuing holes to cross dressing, we've done it all.

The semester started out with the Amazon Society meeting, where we introduced the society to newcomers. The next day, I snuck into the Graduate Student Association fair and managed to catch us a mention in the newspaper.

[Note: Basically, I was there hanging out at another club's table and when I noticed a reporter coming around, I pulled some flyers and schedules out of my backpack, took over an end of the table and pretended I was there to represent MPS. Ironically, she mentioned the Monty Python Society but not the club of the person whose table I commandeered.]

 

The previous week, during the Student Involvement Fair, I signed us up as a Free University course, and we had ourselves in a special late listing in the Collegian.

The next meeting was Testimonials. People came and shared their deep dark secrets, like the fact that they were once a hamster named Fred. I showed up late because of a mandatory dining hall workers meeting, and I shared my harrowing story with the rest.

On September 26th, also my brother's birthday, we had Demonstrations, or "How to Staple Oranges." An evening of "how to do it's" from everyone, ending with a grand finale of stapling an orange to a thesis paper on fruits.

We had an article on us printed in the Weekender [on September 28, 1990], published by the CDT. We were in an article by Laura Page of interesting things to do on campus.

        

[Note: In a stunning example of journalistic sloppiness, Laura Page wrongly stated that the primal scream tradition started with Graham Chapman's death. She also seems to have misunderstood me when I was talking about the first Ides-of-October Mystery Event, which did indeed, involve playing "Spot the Looney" and a silly walks competition. But "Spot the Looney" on its own was never a regular event. I do give her credit, though, for an entirely silly lead.]

Next was the Canadian Thanksgiving, where we had bacon flavored crackers, maple leaf cookies, Canada Dry ginger ale, and bad McKenzie Brothers imitations. Holli [Weisman] and I improvised a McKenzie Brothers skit, on how to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving.

On the 15th, the Great Idea-of-October Mystery Event was unveiled. We'd called in the media for a protest at the Pollock construction site. The catch... we were protesting the inhumane treatment and captivity of a hole. We made the front page of The Collegian and the Weekly Collegian and were mentioned in a later editorial.

The meeting of the 24th was Blood, Devastation, Death, War and Poetry Night. I couldn't make it because I was working on my Halloween radio show. Berlin St. Croix, a.k.a. Black Death, was greatly disappointed (and wrote a poem about it).

And the last meeting so far has been the obligatory Skits-o-Phrenia, with madcap skits by everyone. At this meeting, Holli and I improvised a skit about a dirty old woman sitting next to a young girl on a bus, and John Roe sang and performed (and dressed the part for) "Sweet Transvestite," from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He was going in the army and wanted to go out (or come out?) with a bang.

John went to Spot the Looney boot camp