Rob Lindsay stood up and gave two "testimonials" — basically, little stories about things that had happened to him. One was about how he and a friend went to a horse show/county fair and chewed fake tobacco — it was really shredded tootsie rolls.

The other story was about a woman who waited in line at the reserve ticket counter at Lollapalooza, and after laboriously retrieving and smoothing out nine dollar bills, said, "Miller," apparently thinking she was in the line for beer. Rob claims he shook up a root beer and sprayed it in her face before the guard threw her out. (I said, "And now, for what really happened.")

Andrija stood up and gave a testimonial about discovering that he was a closet headbanger. He ad-libbed it all wonderfully, building up the story and parodying a testimonial at one of the university's gay rights rallies. He told about how he used to dress in sweater vests and ties (which were continually blood-soaked from the beatings he took), and then he discovered that he looked good in black and that his head would uncontrollably bounce up and down when he listened to music.

He continued his confession, telling about the first party where he'd heard Megadeath and realized that he was a closet headbanger. "But I've learned to accept it, and to be proud of it." He finished by telling how he now is not afraid to walk down the street and "kick Yuppies in the ass with my Army boots." As he said this, he swung his boot up on the table, and everybody applauded.

At Andy's insistence, we did the "fun game to play during the Oscars." He gave a brief introduction which went something like, "Did you watch the Oscars? I did, all twelve hours of it. And if you did, you know it can get a little boring while they're giving their acceptance speeches. That's why I came up with this fun game to play. You substitute a commonly used word at the Oscars with a certain other word, and watch the fun... And the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress goes to... Cecily Hotch!"

I jumped up and went to the podium, shaking Andy's hand and taking the "Oscar" (a hairbrush). Then, a bit flustered, I said, "This is all a little new to me. I really didn't expect this. I'd like to fuck the Academy." (BIG LAUGHTER) "And I have a list here," I said as I opened a piece of paper. "I'd like to fuck the director — he's been great. And I'd like to fuck all my co-actors, especially George. And I'd like to fuck my mom and dad for having me, and all the little people who helped me get here. Fuck you, fuck you all!" That bit got a lot of laughs, much more than I ever expected.

The attendance sheet tonight featured the questions "What does USG stand for anyway?" [NOTE: USG is actually Penn State's University Student Government.] "Japanese, eh? Why is Mark really missing the meeting?" and "OK, who did you really vote for?"). Incidentally, USG presidential elections were today.

The broadcast/cable student stood quietly in the back and recorded the meeting. I claimed that he was really Mark Sachs in disguise, and everybody teased him about that. After the meeting, I agreed to an interview tomorrow at 1.

The primal scream for the evening was: "I voted for Ren and Stimpy! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!"