IT CONQUERED THE SWILNEWS!
DECEMBER 6, 1991

      We have one major event left for the semester, and that is the annual
mayhem known as the SWIL election. This will be held, not this Saturday as
previously announced, but next Saturday, December 14th. (Due to weirdnesses
with scheduling the Putnam exam which some of us are silly enough to take.)
We have a full slate of candidates running, so show up and make you vote
count. What's that? Who's running? Oh yeah, well the list is: Lord Julius'
Goat (destined to become the Harold Stassen of SWIL elections), Cerebus the
Aardvark (not letting the goat have all the fun), Brad Gabe and Aaron
Brockett (nominated in absentia), David Randall (running as token
opposition), David Randall and Nao Parkhurst (running as serious
candidates), Jere7my Tho?rpe (I'll run for president if someone else runs
with me) and Melissa Shaner. And to close the list, I give you the words of
Morris Udall (know to those who read mid-70s Doonesbury): "If nominated I
will run -- for the border. If elected, I will fight extradition."
      Other than that, we're mainly waiting for next semester.  Melissa is
running the St. Valentine's Day Massacre this year so talk to her to get
involved with that. And submit to her for BEM.  (That's the Bug-Eyed
Magazine, our annual fiction magazine for those who don't know.)
      Review: _To Sail Beyond the Sunset_ by Robert Heinlein (reviewed by
Jeff Hildebrand) There is a disease that has struck several of the "Golden
Age" science fiction writers in their later years, namely the desire to make
everything in all their novels fit together in one huge storyline. This is
Heinlein's last book and it falls in that category. And, in short, it is
dreadful. There is glue and tape all over the place from trying to get
things to fit and plenty of other ugly stuff beyond that. The book often
turns preachy with some very nasty political views, it's dominated by
Heinlein's preoccupation with sex, and so on. Don't bother with this one if
you're looking for Heinlein. Go read or re-read _The Moon is a Harsh
Mistress_ instead.

Attendance from the 11/23/91 meeting: Nao "Turn single, cast off two
stiches, purl one" Parkhurst, David "Put in some more dynamite" Randall, Deb
"_who's_ going to be president next year? Boy I'm glad I'll be gone"
Holtzman, jere7my "Picture... spaghetti" tho?rpe, Josh "frisbee worship"
Burdick, Thomas Hart "binky" Benton, the famous American Regionalist
Painter, Neil "That's funny, I don't FEEL like a pagan deity" Banas, Andrea
"Aaack! I can't think of anything" Hall, Eric "I can't wait till V-Day"
Nute, David "I feel like a pagan deity, which is really funny because my
middle name isn't Mammon, Baal, Geryon, Solon, or Lugh!" Auer, Kendra "never
mind, I didn't want it anyway" Eshleman, Melissa - Colorful. That's it, I'm
colorful.-Running, Melissa "hi mom" Shaner, Josh "set & turn single" Smith,
Peter "Barely present" Wong, Dan "no clever quote" Wells, Andy "Middleman"
Perry, Peter "Morons! I got morons on my team... Butch and Sundance rock"
Wagner, Maeghan "A witty comment from Susan" Maloney, Susanusuruss (no
comment), Rogelier Endrew Melar, Sophist Master of SWILdom