One, two, miss a few, ninety nine, one hundred.

Brethren, 'sup?

But hark, you say, 'tis Ruut, and he is getting ready to lay down another scintillating host post on us. I shall put aside my other distractions and close three out of five IM sessions to listen, for it is sure to be fun.

Not so fast, this ain't gonna be like those other posts, this is different. I can host, and fo' sho' I is winding up for a full on bagsie, but not this week. I propose instead, my chums, a time shift type thing where we wait a week to get the Fi Club schedule back on track as it is laid down in Jaz's Red Filofax Of All Things Time Related. July's weekly shenanigans made us go out of sync, and it is time to put things right, time to even the balance of the 'Fi.

So I roll a D20 and wait for a reply. No reply means you're cool mit dis shii and I can go ahead and bagsie for a week on Friday (August 31st). Fukkit, reply anyway, we aint heard from some of you doods in a while and we like to rip the pee out of your spellink.

Thinkabout it: a week later means your carpal tunnel can heal and you can at least have a fighting chance at the Track N Field.

++ UPDATE!++
h i r 0 san is going to do his thing. See the comments for more deets. Do it.