Birthdays of the OEM

The Big List O'Birthdays

(yeah, I'm big into originality)
*last updated March 15, 2002*
(yes, really)


Welcome to BOE, Birthdays of OE - the ever present, always lurking, all knowing, minty fresh birthday division of POEM!

Through the years as new members join our little family, faithful records are kept of everyone's day of birth so that the entire OEM community may celebrate when the big day rolls around. Essentially, aside from world domination, this is BOE's sole reason for existence.

Whether you are an old, new or potential member: first things first, make sure you high-tail it over to the OEM Forum - your insanity depends on it. Second, be sure that your birthday has been added to the Master Birthday List (see that big obnoxious link above. oh hell, here it is again).

hummmm... Not listed?
Don't worry, it's easier than Stockard Channing in Grease...
Simply drop Lady Redlum a quick email with your name, OEM# and birthday.
Pretty painless and you'll be taking part in one of OEM's longest standing traditions. (as well as one of OEM's longest anticipated updates... oops, did I say that aloud?)

Yes, as you no doubt have guessed - like bad enchiladas, the B-day people of OEM never quite go away.






Areas of Interest...

OEM Forum * The Official OEM Magazine
POEM Main Page * OEM Home Web Site

(Got a link to add? Please send it my way, gracias)


So, who runs this dog and pony show anyway?

The POEM Executive Board (yes, these are the people to blame)...

FM, POEM Prez, and an all around megalomaniacally warped individual
Purple, POEM Vice-Prez complete with a banana sticking out of one ear and blue ooze coming out the other.
Lady Redlum, BOE Exec. Manager, (aka: The Nice One and future ruler of the universe) ...who's not dead, honestly.
X-Phile of the North, POEM Exec. Secretary, all knowing and all seeing. Just don't touch those "special" photos of Skinner in her desk drawer.
Agent Bryson, POEM Publicist (not to mention future ruler of the planet earth) as well as the gentleman suspiciously cradling a log in his arms while munching on cherry pie.
 
 

Problems with the page? Got a birthday to send in? Want to discuss the finer points of The Matrix or lament about the end of "Xena"? Please drop Lady Red a line!
Thank You!







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