The Agrinautica

   Deputy District Attorney Tim Wallace & I have embarked on a joint lobbying mission. Our goal is to convince the owner of the Fat Cat Cafe (Edna) one of these days to make corn chowder as the soup of the day.


Historicity
   Moving right along with the pre-Emosnail series, since I left off in the middle of a story:

   Tuesday October 26th, 1999: the day after the day I'd set about becoming the new best friend of the girl my best friend Alberto had a crush on -- After school Alberto convinces me to go with him into the band-room, which was known to be Oakley's habitat. The band-room immediately steals my soul and I am cursed to not go a single weekday without entering the bandroom for several weeks thereafter.
   In what may be a direct precursor to this livejournal, I end up writing a "weekly band-room rat report" on the weekly antics of the band-room rats. This report was compiled weekly through extensive interviews and research (really), and published in the weekly SWO Newsletter, which had a circulation of 700+. Though SWO stands for "Simpsons World Order" I got away with writing nonsimpsons-related articles for maybe a year before editor-in-chief Matt Mullen told me I needed to write about the Simpsons or get canned. Senior year I also wrote a weekly column on "the World According to Mr Drinkworth," who was a history teacher who would very routinely try to pass of retarded things as fact, such as "cold air rises, thats why there's snow on mountains." I also started writing a weekly Futurama report, since Futurama is awesome and kind of Simpsons-related. Anyway, eventually Mullen canned me, and the whole enterprize immediately went under. In preparing for this entry I searched for the archives but they're no longer on the internets. Mullen says he has them on a computer at home somewhere though so maybe someday they will be resurrected.
   I immediately launched my own weekly satire newsletter called the Chosen Echidna, which continued for a short time, and I reserve the right to resurrect at any moment.

   Anyway, enough of that tangent. So Alberto and I ventured into that dank cave known as the Band Room. There I ran into bassoonist Elena Jordanov again. The next day we hung out with them there at lunch. By Thursday evening Alberto called me:
Him: "Dude!" (which translates to "you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you")
Me:  "Dude!" (trans: well tell me already)
Him: "Dude!" (trans: no really I have a great idea)
Me:  "Why are you calling me? we were talking on AIM"
Him: "Hey we should try to get Oakley & Elena to go trick-or-treating with us"
   And so we proceeded to work out some devious overly-complicated plot to ask Oakley and Elena to spend Halloween with us (which was the upcoming Saturday)
   The next day as we were standing on the band-room entrance ramp getting ready to put our devious plan into action, Oakley pulled out a "so, you guys should hang out with us on halloween."