June 6, 1999. Not the 54th anniversary of D-Day, it's the last time I wrote a CRS skit. Seeing as we're talking about the CRS, a discussion that for some reason I get the feeling is starting to turn a bit hostile, and not wanting to step in as a list admin and yell "SHUT UP!", I thought the next best thing is to see if I can still write skits. Sort of like a child knocking over a vase to make his parents stop fighting.

Unfortunately, my writing skills probably haven't improved, and what with me not even remembering what *my* plots were, much less what other people were writing, it's going to be a rough going for a while. For the six people who read my skits (and I *know* who you are, four years hacking machines at Cal has got to be good for something) and for the three of those who wrote words of encouragement, I thank ye. For the rest of you, if you ignore Gerry's "Murphy's Law in New Cirra", Erin's "A Cirran Thanksgiving", and Jason's "Callisto 'Picket Fences' Parody" (which is not CRS but was funny nevertheless), then this skit compares favorably with the other CRS material posted in the last year.

It's a short skit, as I didn't want to use any CRS members without permission (my old list of permissions is a couple of years old and so null and void), and not very funny because of that. Sorry about that. As I intimated, a poor start but hopefully it'll be better next time. And to do that I need foils for the Goddess to mess around with, for we all know that if the Goddess is alone in a forest, there's no one to torture and make fun of.

So once again I'm asking for volunteers. You can use your old CRS persona, a new one, or almost whatever, just something that indicates who you are. Please include a brief description of your character because I forgot what everyone does, but this is not a requirement. Feel free to put restrictions on my usage of your character (I try to keep it good, clean, fun, but hey, sometimes eyes get poked out). Thank you kindly and if you have a problem with this post feel free to tell me.

-- Kevin (this is going to go badly if no one volunteers...)

But it's only when I sleep
See you in my dreams
Got me spinning round and round
Turning upside down
But I only hear you breathe
Somewhere in my sleep...

The Corrs, "Only When I Sleep", 1997.

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