From:: ringrose@ai.mit.edu (Robert Ringrose)
Date: Wed, 7 Dec 94 16:25:44 EST
To: gsl
Subject: GSL Friday, 12:10, 8th floor playroom.

How I Saved GSL

So I was sitting in my office, listening to my office-mate's CDs and trying to
get together enough enthusiasm to stop teaching my computer the theories behind
general relativity and start working on the last problem set of the semester,
when over the music, from outside, I heard a rising crescendo.  "thud...
thud... THUD (rattle)...  THUD (rattle) (voices rising in the distance".
I opened the door to see what was going on.

Just rounding the corner out of the elevator lobby, was an escapee robot from
the Leg Lab, with three graduate students in hot pursuit.  The robot had,
perched on top of its roll bars, a covered pan from which wafted the wonderous
scent of food.  I stuck my foot out into the corridoor.  The robot hopped
nimbly over the obstacle, the graduate students tripped, and I escorted the
robot to the eighth floor playroom just in time for GSL at 12:10.


The Leg Lab does GSL.  Friday.  12:10pm.  Eighth floor playroom.

	The menu will be locomotion-based.

Peter Dilworth (chunks)
Karl Leeser (hodgey)
Jerry Pratt (jpratt)
Robert Ringrose (ringrose)