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arkady half an hour in:
oh ghod. we are not signing today - we are deciding *what* to sign. killll meeee.
Having paid the previous meeting's £74 bar bill last time, I formed Diva's Law of Charities: when forming a nonprofit, be sure to invite enough overpaid IT professionals to get the drinks in. Chartered accountants (e.g. jguk) will do at a pinch.
(And take care what rules of the universe you notice, as the rule may notice you. "On Wikipedia, the reward for a job well done is another three jobs" — I got another two today.
jdforrester is currently running at thirty-six.)
I so wish
vampwillow had been along last time, as she spent most of the meeting explaining with horrible examples why our carefully hammered-out clauses would be disastrous. I think what we have now will do. Now we run it past the lawyer. Again.
(I swore years ago that I'd never do the nonprofit thing again and this sort of thing is why. VampWillow says she enjoys this stuff. Pervert. Your kink is not OK.)
The Sussex Mild at the Royal Oak sustained me nicely for the afternoon, then Arkady showed up and we all went for a few more pints at a Wetherspoons near Tower Bridge. We worked very hard on the cabalism as well. Then Arkady and I got lost wandering around SE1.