01 Oct 2000

"AndroidCat www.xenu.net" <androidcat99@hotmail.com>

Over 600 flyers passed out,
over 50 buttons too.

A nice day with zero chance of rain, so SP Powerz didn't have to be used.

Attending: Gregg, Mike, Slippery Jim d'Griz, and myself in the morning. Gregg, Mike, Kaeli, ZeratulCat, and myself in the afternoon.

The extra-duty officer (*KA-CHING*!) was on the job, and kept a watch on things. Twice he cautioned Paulette for snatching flyers from Gregg's uber sign (with coffee holder). Gregg captured this on tape, and it's a hoot to watch: First the fake cough to the right, then the left hand snakes in to take ten flyers or so. She later attempted the "hand holding a mocked up microphone fist in yer face" technique, but a look from the officer stopped that.

Dan was relatively well behaved. He only made one death threat, which Gregg Didn't Get On Tape! (Bad Gregg! *wack*wack*wack*!) It apparently went along the lines of "Mention my kids on the newsgroup again, and I'll kill you." Nobody would have known that Dan had kids if he hadn't posted that on the newsgroup (we don't use PI's after all). Still, I don't think it's fair to use people who aren't involved. This is something Dan and Co$ should thought of before involving Gregg's whole family, Bob Minton's children, etc. If only Dan had known that he could have used the Magic Word, he wouldn't have had to issue a death threat.

Brian said that he never told me that there was no such thing as the Comm Course last picket. And what colour is the sky on his planet? He didn't try to smooze me as much this picket. I think he's finally realizing that I listen to what he says, and file it to be run through a BS detector later. He didn't even try the usual DA on Mike.

Dan asked what bugged me about Vecro Gwen's posting of parts of my credit record. I told him it was the illegal obtaining and posting of it that bugged me. He offered to bet me that it was legal. I turned him down, because I only like to bet on sure things, and Co$ is very good at manipulating the odds. (And like I trust Dan to pay up?) He called me an asshole, and I returned the favour.

Speaking of witch, Velcro Gwen wasn't at the picket. Did she fear that someone was going to serve somebody?

I was asked a number of times who Slippery Jim was. Slippery Jim, of course, and that's all I know. Then they went into a huddle to try to figure out from which SF author's work that name came from. (DON'T TELL THEM!) Overheard: "<mutter<mutter I don't think it was Heinlein..." Good Xenu, he's been to enough pickets, don't you have a proper file on him?!

Slippery Jim brought buttons. www.xenu.net buttons, lots of other buttons. He must be a SF Fan or something. :^)

Pixie was there, but was no fun at all. "No Fun" directives from on high? At one point, some was carrying a stack of thick folders from the back of the org to the front, and there were names on the side of folders. I did get a look at the names, then she moved in-between with a cluster of yellow balloons, and not even much of a smile.

Andy Hill did some camera duty in the morning. No confront. Darn, I miss those theosophical society type whoppers.

And we split for lunch early. Fries, talk, other stuff. No planted Co$ listener at a nearby table this time. I hope nobody got "ethics" because the previous guy was so easy to spot.

After lunch it was fairly quiet. No attempts to swarm Gregg. (I think the officer might have had a word with them about that.) The handler shift changed at 2:15 or so, as they all headed out to the parking lot. Brian, who's booked for the whole day, came back. (I was 30' behind him, heading back from the parking lot myself -- just keeping an eye out. I rejoined everyone at the Artful Dodger and we did the afternoon.)

A number of guys read the Human Costs side of my flyer (Human Costs/Costs a Mint), and hit the Quentin Hubbard section. They were gay, and this was an issue for them. (Since the Toronto Org is within the Toronto equivalent of the Castro district of SF, not a surprise.)

The afternoon was fairly quiet. There was the elderly "verbal data" lady who wouldn't admit to being a Scientologist, then entered the org. (I think she's done that before. I'll have to have page numbers ready for her next time.)

We said Hello to source close to the judge a couple of times.

4:55pm, we called it a day. (5pm by Gregg's watch, but what the hey!)

Ron, cohort of that ilk.

I hope Gregg remembered the apple pie!