June 8th, 2006 5:58 PM
Well, it's time to reveal a truth. I just can't contain it any longer.
A little while back it was made clear to us SF0 folks by our dear friend Oliver that we had all been duped; that he had created his beloved "Mean Jeannine" and got many of us to not only believe in her, but some of us to attempt to gain her favor as a possible infiltrator. Now, I didn't ask Mean Jeannine for much, but I did befriend her in an exchange of a few innocuous emails. I felt a bit of a fool.
I must say that I thought Oliver's approach to the creation of Miss Jeannine was brilliant. He stuck to the rules and fooled us all. What more could you ask for? But, I didn't think it deserved to go unpunished, so to speak.
So, this was the plan:
To rig up a trap for dear Oliver--prankster adept-- while he was away in London with the billionaire cosmonaut. The trap had to involve glitter (because Oliver LOVES GLITTER!). Glitter and unicorns. Why not throw in some Super Balls and glow-in-the-dark stars? And some more unicorns. And TUMBLING BEARS! Anyhow, the idea was to have all of this fantastic and insidious glittery goodness fall on, or in front of, Oliver as he walked in the porch door.You'll see the plans as they were written up by Fred (my non-SF0 collaborator, and someone who has good cause to play a prank on Oliver, as Oliver played a rather complicated and long-suffered prank on him years ago that was never avenged).
It was also the case that my stranger in the Missive From Strangers from Friends actually wrote a letter to Oliver, not the postcard I had pictured. I simply told her that we were playing a game and that Oliver was winning. I placed the letter in Oliver's mailbox after the trap was set up. This was the text:
Let's be honest...this game is far from over and any success you may have had--key word "had"--will soon be lost!
-Your hot lava mama"
"Hot lava mama"! Perfect!
I'm pretty sure Oliver suspected me, as he hinted as much yesterday. It's possible he still suspected me when I thwarted his cryptic accusations. I am not sure. But as I said, I just couldn't wait any longer. So here it is.
And Oliver, just for the record, it was all done out of love.