||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night." ||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for May 12, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Firebroiled in through the front door at 9:43 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Firebroiled: Hot Dog! Yes, Dear Friends, a mighty Hot Dog is our Lord! I'm not talking about Hate! No, I'm talking about Ate! Dinner at Eight! Let's eat! ||||||||| "9:43 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Firebroiled, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Firebroiled in through the front door at 5:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| "5:58 PM? 5:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "TeaBagForMudHead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as TeaBagForMudHead enters and sits in the comfy chair. TeaBagForMudHead: hello TeaBagForMudHead: hello ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and whymy disembarks at 5:59 PM. whymy: hello ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "6:01 PM and late as usual, it's Arthur Dent, just back from Hellmouth." ||||||||| whymy departs at 6:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Arthur Dent: follow the yellow prick toad TeaBagForMudHead: hello all Arthur Dent: youre early teabag ||||||||| Arthur Dent is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 6:07 PM. ||||||||| It's 6:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Firebroiled - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead disembarks at 6:14 PM. Mudhead: hello Teabag ||||||||| At 6:15 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 6:15 PM, dragging Mudhead by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" ||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| TeaBagForMudHead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 6:36 PM train to Los+Angeles. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 12, 2005 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?" ||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: Catherwood, announce me ||||||||| Catherwood announces Dexter Fong. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs. Dexter Fong: Thanks you Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" Bambi: hey Dex Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi Bambi: Clem is live now with CNI Radio now :-) Dexter Fong: Thanks Bambi Bambi: I said he was live! in our chatroom and Clem said ... wait, let me check my pulse ... yes I am ............... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:06 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Dexter Fong: A real lively guy...and he's not kidding you Dexter Fong: Hey Mudhead Bambi: hi Mudhead Mudhead: Hiya Dex, Hiya Bambi Mudhead: love is sent to all ||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. Mudhead: Sorry I aint been around Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn Mudhead: Merlyn! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers ah,clem into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:08 PM, then departs. Mudhead: hiya pal Bambi: and back at 'cha Merlyn: Hullo. Anyone have their name pre-entered on the login page? Bambi: hey Clem Dexter Fong: Hey Clem Bambi: hey Merlyn Mudhead: Im asking some fellow chatters to join us tonite Mudhead: yes I did Merlyn Dexter Fong: okay ||||||||| Catherwood ushers WeaD into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:09 PM, then departs. Bambi: yes, there was a fireboiled there when I got there lol ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'saywhatahuh', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Dexter Fong: Hi WeaD Bambi: hi WeaD WeaD: D: @ my 3 bux Mudhead: Im inviting them from my irc channel at irc.bararcade.com ||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with Firesign Theatre"' WeaD: hiya ||||||||| 9:10 PM -- ah,clem left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Mudhead: heya Wead, glad you can make it WeaD: sup dood Dexter Fong: Hi say Bambi: cool ... the more the merrier :-) WeaD: Oo Dexter Fong: Hi saywhat? saywhatahuh: hi ||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Headphones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Headphones enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Dexter Fong disembarks at 9:11 PM. ||||||||| 9:11 PM: Arthur Dent jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Mudhead: Well, we chat undlessly in the #bar on bararcade, I wanted you to meet some of my fellow cyber travelers, Theres Dex, and Bambi, and Merlyn ( he runs the joint...be nice) Dexter Fong: Hey Kend^!!!!!!!!!! =))))))))))) Dr. Headphones: i've eaten my cheeselog for the day :) Dr. Headphones: yes, dex, i has arrived Bambi: Ken!!!!!!! How the heck are ya!! Mudhead: oh fiddles WeaD: be nice? :( ....NEVER! Dexter Fong: How are you doing Ken? and where in the Continental US are you? Bambi: hi Arthur Dent Arthur Dent: evenin Dr. Headphones: bambi, rather warm, but i have windows up to stifle noise of many idling diesels near me. in extreme northern virginia Dexter Fong: Hi AD ||||||||| Catherwood enters with ah,clem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom. Bambi: hi saywhat llanwydd: hi Arthur Dent: im surprised i made it here Mudhead: mebbe i am lagged? Bambi: hi llanwydd Dexter Fong: Hey llan ||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 9:13 PM. Arthur Dent: i never did get the hang of thursdays WeaD: im lagged.. or whatever WeaD: uss takes a sec to pop up ah,clem: hello Dr. H! Dr. Headphones: last exit in va on i-81, just outside w.va ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Los+Angeles." Dr. Headphones: jim, how the he** are you :) llanwydd: I discovered a devilishly natural principle of science. ||||||||| At 9:14 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dr. Headphones: llan: just put the balls on the other side ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs. Bambi: extreme northern va ... so close and yet so far away Mudhead: there I think thats it Dexter Fong: Get 'er done, Mudhead llanwydd: here it is. Llanwydds Law of Closed Systems: Q "How long do we have? A "Depends how much goes around". WeaD: my balls dont go to the other side Oo Bambi: where ya headed Ken? Mudhead: someone give me a push Dr. Headphones: yes, bambi, i'm only about 35 miles from pa here, maryland and wv are very short on i-81 llanwydd: that's relativity, by the way.
Dexter Fong pushes Mudhead over the edge Dr. Headphones: pickup up 630am wv ex 5, to iowa by sat noon Mudhead: wooohoo, so far so good ah,clem: you listening to stream, Ken? Dr. Headphones: clem, i'm wireless in truckstop, speed barely beats dialup and i'm downloading over 1000 emails too, don't want to bog it down Mudhead: im sorry I havent been back to see you folks in so long WeaD: well boys n gurls ima go n play a game for a while..:(.. then finish my report.. :'( Dexter Fong: Report back when you've finished WeaD Mudhead: thanks fur droppin in Wead, glad yur pcs werkin again llanwydd: have you tried weadies? WeaD: lol roger :) Mudhead: I'll see ya in the #bar WeaD: yea dood... juss needed a little ... persuasion >:)! Dr. Headphones: weedies? used to smoke 'em all the time. wait, that was "weed" Mudhead: get a bigger hammer WeaD: p'z man WeaD: lmao yeaa Mudhead: n carats Bambi: heard that Ken! Bambi: redialed ||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM uptown bus from California pulls away, leaving cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. cease: hey kend! ||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| saywhatahuh - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dr. Headphones: meow, cat! llanwydd: hi cat Arthur Dent: foods here, back l8r. nice meetin you all Dexter Fong: Hi Cat Bambi: hey cat Dexter Fong: Night AD Mudhead: see ya soon Artie Dr. Headphones: i was in connecticut while you were in nyc, but couldn't get there Dr. Headphones: g'nite a d Mudhead: where in CT? llanwydd: so did everyone understand my explanation of relativity and closed systems? llanwydd: I didn't think so Bambi: you too AD ... enjoy! Dr. Headphones: millford, exit 40, i-95 cease: are you out of the truck today, kend? Dr. Headphones: llan: what was closed must be opened. scrotum's deviant to testicle's law Mudhead: damnit Doc, you were just 43 exits from me Mudhead: lol Dr. Headphones: cat: nope, sitting in here now, just turned a/c on to stop sweating Dr. Headphones: mud: in bigrig, i can't go visiting very easily cease: i guess is another mudhead. i finally met the original mudhead in DC last week Mudhead: well, i can always visit you Mudhead: im the Mudhead from CT Dr. Headphones: i did chat with klok on phone for over 2 hrs while i was at exit 71 on some road in ct last sunday llanwydd: original mudhead? Bergman? Dr. Headphones: mud: i hardly ever know where i'm going to be from day to day, can't give anyone much notice at all. just the way the job works, unfortunately Mudhead: im always by mine Dexter Fong: Using the olde technology huh, Kend? Dr. Headphones: dex: bought new laptop few weeks ago, select truck stops have wireless which reaches all the way into the parking lot Mudhead: well, look me up anytim3e Doc, always glad to meet some Firesign friends Dr. Headphones: i pay $4.95/day and connect about once a week or so cease: mudhead is richard arnold in DC Dexter Fong: Seems like a bargain.......NOT!! Dr. Headphones: mud: write me, kendeb52l@yahoo.com, give address/phone, will store it locally llanwydd: Ye Olde Teknologie Dr. Headphones: note: if you copy that by hand, it's 52 with "ell" not 521 with number Dexter Fong: Store locally...phone globaly ah,clem: when we have used the truck stop connect, was very good throughput cease: are you on wifi, kend? llanwydd: I pay $11.95 a month for webtv plus $9.95 to my ISP Dr. Headphones: yes, cat, 802.11(g) i think cease: hey dex, i see on the news a landslide on the henry hudson freeway Dr. Headphones: clem: i have limited experience so far, some might be better than others cease: is manhattan cut off? i was just on that road a few days ago Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah...we starting to copy Hollywood Dr. Headphones: manhattan cutoff? goyim? Dexter Fong: Cat: Manhattan is cut off and floating out to see llanwydd: I thought that the same time as you kend Mudhead: all sent Doc ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and doctecaziod disembarks at 9:28 PM. Dr. Headphones: GMTA (great minds think alike) ah,clem: t/a in OH and WVa good, we used those llanwydd: everybody beats me to the jokes. Damn webtv! Dr. Headphones: tnx, muddy Mudhead: ty Dr. Headphones: hey doctec! Dexter Fong: Hey Doc doctecaziod: there is a mudhead from ct? llanwydd: hey doc doctecaziod: good evening Bambi: $4.95 for 24 hours on the road is excellent for 24 hrs of wifi ... some places it's anywhere from 6.99, 10.99, 12.99 in some state parks in the continental US ... don't know how they get anyone using it at those prices cease: i found the cds i made for you, dex. of course, i was supposed to bring them with me to give you. i'll have them in the mail to you tomorrow ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dave into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:29 PM, then departs. Mudhead: yeah doc Dr. Headphones: doc: anywhere there is dirt and water, there is mud cease: hey doc! doctecaziod: another full house this evening i see Mudhead: im flushed llanwydd: hi dave! cease: how are the kittens? Dexter Fong: Cat: I got your email..=) cease: hi dave Bambi: hi Dave ||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| WeaD - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Arthur Dent - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Hey Dave ||||||||| "9:30 PM? 9:30 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pPoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pPoop enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Dave: evening all, please give me something to get rid of the taste of bad television in my mouth Dr. Headphones: doc: was in ct last sunday and tuesday with time to kill, but didn't have phone number for you cease: too bad i couldnt make it down to your part of virginia this trip, bambi pPoop: ahhh here I am, I wondered where I was Dexter Fong: hHey pPoop Dr. Headphones: poop? no thanks, already did that :) Bambi: hey pPoop pPoop: Principal Poop headphones llanwydd: maybe you need a dose of OTR, Dave pPoop: hi bambi, fong, all ah,clem: good evening Mr. Principal Bambi: yeah, heard that Cat Dr. Headphones: that's the spirit! Dave: 6 more days of class and I'm out of high school! pPoop: ahhh, clem, did you do your homework? Dr. Headphones: dave, congratulations immensely! cease: free at last, dave Mudhead: geez, its the principal Dave: remember high school guys? that was a long time ago I know pPoop: wait and see dave, your high school might be gone lol cease: or if you're lucky, expensive ah,clem: naturally, you are listening to it Bambi: HS Graduation ... awesome! Dr. Headphones: dave: i gradulated in 1970, 35 years ago next month pPoop: ahhh frank acne llanwydd: I went to a Yes concert the night after I graduated high school llanwydd: Front row at MSG Bambi: course I am sure you already had the celebration and hat tossing Mudhead: Yes? pPoop: 1975, 30 years ago next month doctecaziod: lland: with who? Dr. Headphones: ah, yes. i remember seeing them through the haze of long ago drugs cease: this is from dear friends or let's eat, isnt it? Mudhead: Yes? llanwydd: Anderson, White, Squire, Wakeman, Howe doctecaziod: cat: got your email this evening, will send response tomorrow cease: doc, is that landslide on the road we drove on to elayne's place? Bambi: hey doctec pPoop: getting close to the edge here with these wonderous stories Mudhead: it seems my Winamp interferes with the msg line doctecaziod: "Anderson, White, Squire, Wakeman, Howe" - sounds like an accounting firm cease: finished with lodestone, i gather? must be back at work on the movie score Dave: I've got guides arranged and all, I have connections and can basically do whatever I want as far as who will guide me out and then on to the stage, I've even got my favorite teacher reading my name, I'm spoiled I know but it'll be cool ||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:34 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Dr. Headphones: pPoop, you speak the language! you must be a relayer ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead disembarks at 9:35 PM. doctecaziod: cat: not sure about the landslide, it's so difficult to tell these days llanwydd: you familiar with Yes, doc? Those were the band members Mudhead: what a blast that chopper is, wants me to land in a tree and play the flute Dr. Headphones: llan: i have seen them live 5 times, i remember about 1/2 of it. own almost everything they did including several DVDs Dexter Fong: Back? pPoop: mudhead slid back in doctecaziod: cat: no, still working on lodestone stuff - but the anticipated onrush of orders did not materialize so all is ok for now ||||||||| 9:36 PM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| "9:36 PM? 9:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace. cease: that's both good and bad pPoop: do not tormento me headphones llanwydd: Hello again dex pPoop: fong, stop playing with the revolving door Dexter Fong: Catherwood, splice me a mainsheet ||||||||| Catherwood splices Dexter Fong a mainsheet. pPoop: nice splice Mudhead: So, for those who need to know, my surgery was a complete failure Dave: oh man I went through a revoloving door one time at a hotel, yeah I ran around inside of it, parents weren't too happy but it was fun llanwydd: sorry to hear mudhead. What was it? Dexter Fong: CNI keeps timing out doctecaziod: i thought i would have more time to chat now but dinner is ready and i have to step away for a while - i'll be back in about 30-45 mins - i'll be back! cease: do you have to have new surgery, mud? Dr. Headphones: mud: if you're alive, it didn't fail pPoop: nino is ok Mudhead: a lymph node removal on my thigh, I split open the incision on my fourth day from my knee to my groin pPoop: chat is a little slow, manageable Bambi: Catherwood give Dr. Headphones a beer ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Bambi and says "Do you have something for me to do?" llanwydd: ouch Dexter Fong: Hmm? Dave: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH mudhead! cease: hideous, mud pPoop: yes ouch ||||||||| At 9:39 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Mudhead: its still healing, im still in this chair recouperating Bambi: Ken tell Catherwood to give you a beer or whatever you want to drink ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Bambi and asks "Did you want me?" ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:40 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Bambi: Catherwood pour me a Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood pours Bambi a toasted almond. Mudhead: yummy pPoop: not liable for therapy costs? where is my lawyer? ah,clem: Catherwood, give me a beer please ||||||||| Catherwood gets ah,clem a beer. Mudhead: I mean yummy Bambi' Dexter Fong: Cat: If you're listening to CNI, do you know what this is?
Bambi :-) Merlyn: Could people log out and back in? Nino is confused, and this might help... ||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 9:40 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." pPoop: glad to help, brb ||||||||| pPoop leaves to catch the 9:41 PM train to Billville. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead in through the front door at 9:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| At 9:41 PM, Bambi dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| At 9:41 PM, Dr. Headphones runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:41 PM, dragging pPoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Bambi disembarks at 9:41 PM. ||||||||| "9:41 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mudhead: It told me I was Dexter that time merlyn ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Dr. Headphones', just granted probation at 9:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly. pPoop: take the last train to billville and I will meet you at the station pPoop: same for me mudhead Mudhead: what, a destination? ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:42 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Merlyn: Yep, me too Merlyn: Gak, now Nino thinks EVERYONE is from NYC ||||||||| 9:42 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" pPoop: dexterious fong Dexter Fong: I don't think Dave deserved that Mudhead: I emphatically denied being Dexter Bambi: me too ... wanted me to be Dexter :-) Dave: it told me I was dex as well, oops Merlyn: I'll try to fix that and we can all try the revolving door again... Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Everybody *IS* from NYC llanwydd: is that better? Dr. Headphones: dex: i drove 100 miles out of the way to avoid i-95 through NYC last week Bambi: wow...I haven't been to NYC since I was 18 Dexter Fong: Will the real Dexter Fongs please visit the hospitality sweet Mudhead: oh, and Merlyn? Merlyn: not really, llan, not yet. cease: i thought we were all from nairobi Merlyn: It's hard to test this because I always have the same IP address... cease: this sounds like one of the mark times you wrote, merl Merlyn: are we speaking Chinese? ||||||||| Catherwood leads klokwk-vivor-XVII into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:44 PM, then departs. Mudhead: When I listen to CNI radio, i cant see any update on the chat screen Dexter Fong: Hi Klok Bambi: hey Klok pPoop: hi klok llanwydd: I'm not surprised kend. Did you go through PA to Rt 80? Dr. Headphones: mr. klok. how do? cease: hi klok. too bad i missed you on my eastern tour Bambi: how are you listening Mudhead? what program? Mudhead: uh ex domine Klok Dr. Headphones: llan: jersey 287/87 to 90 pPoop: yes, who or guess who? Mudhead: WinAmp klokwk-vivor-XVII: sorry Cat, I'm kind of immobile... klokwk-vivor-XVII: when i listen to chat, i can't see any update on the CNI feed -- wanna trade? Mudhead: sure! llanwydd: last time I took 87/287 I took it to route 80 ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Elayne disembarks at 9:46 PM. Elayne: Evenin' all! Dr. Headphones: pPoop: you familiar with guess who song "friends of mine"? really weird stuff Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne cease: the vermeer room was closed in the nat. gallery when i was there which means i'll have to go back Dr. Headphones: hey e Mudhead: Hiya Elayne!
klokwk-vivor-XVII just had the most awesome experience in North Kingstown cease: hey elayne. far away once again ||||||||| "9:46 PM? 9:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody One should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody One enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Bambi: hi E! llanwydd: hi Elayne Dr. Headphones: do tell, klok klokwk-vivor-XVII: hello E Mudhead: Long time eh? Elayne: And yet, Cat... oh so near... Dr. Headphones: hi wood pPoop: does not a ring a bell ding ding klokwk-vivor-XVII: went out at 8PM to do some shopping... Dexter Fong: Herro Woody Ichiban cease: for those of you into art and in nyc, i highly reccommend the max ernst show at the met Elayne: Mudhead? As in the original (Richard)? cease: lol el Bambi: hey Woody klokwk-vivor-XVII: went up Post Road, which is a main artery here Merlyn: we're all in NYC right now, cat pPoop: woody and E Woody One: Have we met before? Dexter Fong: E: Different Mud...different head cease: no, this is another mud Elayne: LOL, Brian! klokwk-vivor-XVII: after the 2nd store, I noticed that nobody was on the road klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody behind me Elayne: Evenin' Woody! klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody in front of me klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody in the other lane Mudhead: No, the casino in CT Mudhead Woody One: Evenin' Elayne. cease: i dont think the Real mudhead will join us again until his kids have grown up. and we're quite a ways from that Elayne: Ah okay, just checking, as Cat visited the "original" Mudhead during his trip. klokwk-vivor-XVII: went into the next store...,it was deserted. began to feel like it was an ep. of "The Twilight Zone" Mudhead: Now do you remember me? klokwk-vivor-XVII: in the third store, I asked and they said, no, I was only customer for awhile klokwk-vivor-XVII: usually packed Woody One: Alreat. cease: that was a good episode cease: the pilot, wasnt it? Dave: read me doctor memory! klokwk-vivor-XVII: finally, the manager figured it out for me -- it's sweeps month on TV and everyone is watching "Survivor XVII" or something Merlyn: yes, cat. pPoop: inspector fang Mudhead: <---- Broke the President Woody One: State that as a question please. klokwk-vivor-XVII: very pleasant -- better than Superbowl Sunday, IMO. Whatever this program is, it's soma for the plebes: I'm all for it Elayne: I remember nothing, Mudhead. At least nothing I'll admit to. Just ask Cat. He remembers everything for the both of us. Bambi: gee and I thought that was ah,clem that broke the president lol Elayne: He recalled vividly my trip to visit him, but it's all a blank to me. llanwydd: where can i get a job Elayne: Too many fried brain cells, I guess. (Mmm, fried brain cells...) Mudhead: lol klokwk-vivor-XVII: and...welcome back, Ken! Woody One: Many business executives ask that. Mudhead: you wont forget me Elayne: Ken? Where's Ken? pPoop: need a ginko martini Dr. Headphones: it's good to be alive in 85 klok Bambi: trip to art bell's house LOL these guys are too much! Elayne: Gah, I wish you guys would use your real names sometimes. :) llanwydd: art bell lives in a trailer Dr. Headphones: ken is in peterbilt 379 in virginia, at truckstop cease: hey el, i'm going to a conference on psychedelic studies next weekend. i'll tell them about sabrina Woody One: Hey guys... Elayne: Cat, did you see the link I provided to the PDF of the entire comic? klokwk-vivor-XVII: is your truck stopped, Ken? Woody One: Last week I'd mentioned that... Bambi: are you at a FlyingJ or TA, or what, Ken? cease: wonderful, el. i've been reccommending your blog to my friends around here Dexter Fong: , Elayne: Oh, that's so sweet, thanks Cat! Mudhead: a blog? where? Elayne:http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com Merlyn: D'oh! Figured it out... Woody One: I was getting hitched with a huge nose ring attached... cease: all of us working for the same goal should at least be aware of each other, eh? Dr. Headphones: bambi: flying j llanwydd: at the sack-a-duck truck stop? Merlyn: Hey, does anyone have the new favorite icon for the Firesign site? Should be by the URL Woody One: Meaning...getting married. llanwydd: full of trucks stopped Dr. Headphones: the food always looks better than it tastes at the j, but it's always edible Elayne: Wow, I didn't know you could drag and drop stuff like that, Brian! cease: hey el, were you cut off today? isee the road we were on with doc got landslided today Mudhead: I'll have some fried cat... to go klokwk-vivor-XVII: merlyn - how 'bout a peverted smiley of some kind? llanwydd: down there you get mostly deep-fried stuff, don't you? Woody One: Someone said. "Congratulations. Who's the lucky farmer?" Thought that was funny as hell. Bambi: should try the truck area outside the TA's when you can, too ... their food is pretty good Elayne: But if you're here already what's the point of dragging and dropping the icon? cease: fried cat? that's a redundancy Merlyn: What do you mean, Elayne? The little Fire-logo? Merlyn: kwd, it's the real Firesign logo Elayne: Yeah Cat, I had to take the interstate, and that was pretty jammed. Took me awhile to get home. Dr. Headphones: bambi: ta's are up and down. some are great, others suck. it's a crap shoot. ||||||||| Bubba's Brain sneaks in around 9:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong sidles away for a refill Elayne: Yeah Brian, the fire logo, which I dragged and dropped and it's not there any more. Mudhead: Dept of Redundancy Dept here pPoop: hello bubba Bambi: ah, ok, Ken Bubba's Brain: Hey all. llanwydd: hey bub Elayne: Hey Bubba! cease: a good point about the fight against bolton on the majority report Dr. Headphones: hi bub Bambi: guess we were lucky and got the ones that were pretty good ... although I know what you mean... Mudhead: and I thought thats what they served cease: hi bub. wuttya rub? Merlyn: that's your browser doing that, Elayne. I only put up a logo document on the website Woody One: Bubby. Dr. Headphones: cat: i agree, michael bolton should be stopped from singing ever again Elayne: Ah, okay Brian. I still haven't figured out Firefox... cease: you have to get my correct address, bub. you sent the check to a house i havent lived in for 4 years Mudhead: beware Javascript in Firefox Elayne pPoop: super golden hind llanwydd: Cat, you might find this interesting. I'm making my own sangria. I've had it fermenting for almost a week now Woody One: What's up Dock? Bubba's Brain: Damn... again? Dr. Headphones:http://www.gnn.tv/headlines/2780/Critical_flaws_found_in_Firefox Bambi: cool when I got here earlier, the logo was on my tabs but not in the address window ... now it's in both :-) cease: the washington note, also the village voice, james ridgeway
klokwk-vivor-XVII is getting a logo in Firefox, too -- don't remember it last week cease: wow, llan Bubba's Brain: I didn't get it changed in Quickbooks... that's why. Elayne: Yeah, heard about that, Ken. Woody One: The movie? llanwydd: All sorts of fruit juices and some warm yeast and a little fruit cocktail Elayne: I usually open IE for Javascript anyway, it's just easier. Dr. Headphones: i'm getting nothing special in mozilla (plain vanilla version, not firefox) klokwk-vivor-XVII: Bambi - yes, and now it's invading the header bar on some of my other applications...just wait... ;-) Bubba's Brain: Cat, email me your current address again, and I'll correct my records. Bambi: not bad flaws ... at least they are mitigated ... and you are safe if you disable 'allow websites to install software' Dr. Headphones: llan: cheap red wine, lots of citrus juice, a quart of triple sec. mmmmm, good stuff! Bambi: and the new version 1.0.4 is already out for Firefox llanwydd: thanks for the tip, kend Merlyn: Could someone try logging out & back in again? cease: will do ||||||||| 9:59 PM -- Bambi left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:59 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Bambi sashays in at 9:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead disembarks at 9:59 PM. Woody One: Slater. pPoop: I hear and obey ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:59 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs pPoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| At 9:59 PM, Woody One vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Bambi: no name there now llanwydd: I will too ||||||||| Outside, the 9:59 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving pPoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. klokwk-vivor-XVII: LOL Mudhead: can i try the cni now Merlyn? pPoop: cough cough klokwk-vivor-XVII: 'yo llama.. Merlyn: damn, still busted cease: this really sounds like the dear friends show, 30 years later but the same thing ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Merlyn: sure mudhead, it's separate from the chat anyway Dr. Headphones: i breathe diesel every day. my IQ has dropped over 300 points ;) pPoop: the chat was still active, I will log all the way out and close IE Dexter Fong: Cat: It surely does ||||||||| pPoop is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:01 PM. klokwk-vivor-XVII: tim-ber!, poop cease: occasionally hour hour ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and llanwydd again disembarks at 10:01 PM. Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu've been red lined Mudhead: i dont know why but i cant see the chat change while I listen to cni ||||||||| pPoop bounds in at 10:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:02 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Bambi: what program are you using Mudhead? ||||||||| "10:02 PM? 10:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the divan. klokwk-vivor-XVII: i rather thought that Happy Panditt's chopper makes a whumpa-whumpa-type sound myself... llanwydd again: your door knocker fell off Dexter Fong: Med: Try logging out of chat and back in using exit button in the tray ||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:02 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| 10:02 PM: Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Merlyn: oh mudhead, some people say that happens to them, too. It seems to be the browser pPoop: oops, I moved from new york to california Elayne: I see you've been busy programming Catherwood some more, Brian... ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Elayne and says "Did you want me?" Mudhead: yes Im still on IE Merlyn: Yes, I see....ARGH Elayne: Catherwood, get me a big stiff one. ||||||||| Catherwood gets Elayne a big stiff one. Mudhead: and I use Winamp Dexter Fong: Catherwood say ARGH ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and queries "Did you want something?" Dr. Headphones: i never had any knockers. alas...... Mudhead: when I logoff and then back on its all good pPoop: hehe, elayne got a big stiff one hehe Dexter Fong: Elayne: We'd rather you keep those kind of requests to yourself Bambi: try right clicking on the link for CNI and choose open in a new window cease: i have a great shot of you looking out the bus window, el. Bubba's Brain: knock knock knockers on heaven's door..... klokwk-vivor-XVII: so Catherwood, you've corrected your absent-timedness and you've become attentive, too? interesting ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to klokwk-vivor-XVII and says "Did you want me?" cease: at least something for the travelling ishikawa go to dc/nyc, coming soon! Bambi: or close Winamp and open it again manually .. then type the following URL in Play Location: htttp://216.234.115.10:8000/ Elayne: With your videocamera, Cat? You didn't take any still pictures, did you? Merlyn: We're all moving to Californny! Mudhead: No visitors to the time travelers convention last week pPoop: ugh, ie crash with an insulting message lol cease: no, just vid, el. Bambi: cool, never been there Merlyn! Elayne: Mudhead, that's 'cause they closed admission! Not a very bright idea. llanwydd again: I am also making mead and an ordinary red wine which I am about to try pPoop: poor clem Dr. Headphones: margaret mead? she's dead, isn't she? Merlyn: OK, instead of mass-logging-off, I'd like ONE volunteer to log off & on cease: a lot less quality than still shots but the shots on the travelling ishikawas is all just still lifted from vid, mostly the same camera Dexter Fong: Try my Mead Lux LEWIS Elayne: Still pictures seem to work better on a blog. :) Mudhead: but they only are gonna have the one convention, figured thats all theyd need Bambi: sounds good llanwydd Merlyn: preferably from a city or state that has a space in the name Elayne: Robin's going to set my microphone up this weekend, I might try podcasting a bit. Dexter Fong: Catherwood log off and on ||||||||| Catherwood logs off and on. llanwydd again: yeah poor old maggies dead and fermenting pPoop: lewis? that is my real name, stop that nino lol Elayne: After all, I have a face for radio! Mudhead: i volunteer Dexter Fong: Hows that MERL Merlyn: he can log off and on like anything ||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:06 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Mudhead steps in at 10:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Merlyn: but I need a real poison Mudhead: is this yur real knocker? Merlyn: Mudhead, are you from CT? Dexter Fong: Merl: Try this Hemlock Bubba's Brain: will cyanide do? Mudhead: yes pPoop: arsenic and old lace
klokwk-vivor-XVII was never one to follow instructions...prepare! ||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII leaves at 10:07 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII bounds in at 10:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Merlyn: Sy will never do llanwydd again: I was in a production of Arsenic and Old Bags Mudhead: it still doesnt show my nick Merlyn: not working...stop logging off Merlyn: KWD got the same location as mudhead
klokwk-vivor-XVII is in North Kingstown, RI via cox cable (possibly an Atlanta IP) Bubba's Brain: I never started. Mudhead: but i am listening to cni Bambi: hey Bubba Mudhead: and i can see what your typing ||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Merlyn: atlanta has a lot of IPs Bunnyboy: lo dere klokwk-vivor-XVII: that won't save you Mudhead (but will certainly entertain your final hours) Dexter Fong: Hi BBoy Mudhead: Im in New London, CT klokwk-vivor-XVII: and a lot of places to put them in, Merlyn cease: this is a wonderful compendium bit Bubba's Brain: Hey Bam Bam. Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy! pPoop: I am on adelphia, for now, who knows Bunnyboy: lo Dex Mudhead: Right near Mystic, CT Bunnyboy: Hi El ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from The Plague ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... llanwydd again: We've got an IP in Ticonderoga. International Paper pPoop: lots of trowsers Bambi: hey Bunny Elayne: And not that far from Norwich, CT. :) That's my ex-husband's stomping grounds... Mudhead: wheretheres hamburger all over the highway klokwk-vivor-XVII: Merlyn knows...Catherwood knows, but you don't have to keep reminding me, poop ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to klokwk-vivor-XVII and says "Someone mention my name?" Dexter Fong: llan: =)) pPoop: dave had he plague??? cool Bunnyboy: Say, I just picked up THE R.CRUMB HANDBOOK. Comes with a nifty liddle comp CD of Crumb's musical flangerings. Mudhead: thats why I remember you E cease: hi bun Bubba's Brain: Merl, odd thing. When I came in tonight, going to the firesigntheatre.com/chat URL, when I got there, the name field was already filled with the name Elayne.
klokwk-vivor-XVII has noticed an excess of stomped people around Norwich and now understands the reason Bunnyboy: Hiya Bambi Bambi: ken you are fading pPoop: hi bunnyboy Bunnyboy: Greetings cat cease: i'm back from nyc with Lots o comics Merlyn: yep, that's what I'm trying to fix, BB Dexter Fong: Bubba: Sounds like Identity Theft pPoop: fun little clips they were, yes yes they were Bubba's Brain: Ah Merlyn: It's supposed to be your own name if you use the same IP as before Merlyn: but it's getting mixed up llanwydd again: any Freak Bros, cat. Mudhead: whos that talking on CNI? Dr. Headphones: merlyn: i will almost always be on different IP every time now Bunnyboy: What's amongst the pulp, cat? Bubba's Brain: I didn't take your name, E. I swear! klokwk-vivor-XVII: good R. Crumb (long) interview in The Guardian one Sunday earlier this year, BB pPoop: that is ah, clem llanwydd again: no I guess that's comiX Merlyn:Hey BunnyBoy, are you from San Jose? Merlyn: Test, BRB... ||||||||| At 10:12 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Bambi: that's ah,clem, Mudhead :-) Dr. Headphones: crumb also interviewed on fresh air on npr last week or week before. check archives cease: the last freak bros was years ago. maybe the 80s
Bunnyboy blinks. Dexter Fong: Mud: That's ah, clem aka Jimmy Lee Mudhead: Hi ah,clem ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:13 PM, dragging Merlyn by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Merlyn: damn cease: he babbles a lot in the new yorker these days ah,clem: hi mud Bambi: ah, sorry ... I see pPoop had already said that LOL Mudhead: i will pPoop: some of my ancestors are from block island and westport and that neck of the woods Mudhead: nice radio voice cease: fuckin Older Statesman and all. good to see his wife get a higher profile Bubba's Brain: Catherwood, I'll vouch for this idiot. ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bubba's Brain and asks "Did you want something?" pPoop: did I say that already? Bunnyboy: Why, ehrm, no Merl. I was raised in Spokane (the mayor never TOUCHED me!), and live in West Seattle. Elayne: I turned Cat on to at least 4or5 crazy guy cartoonists. llanwydd again: I saw the documentary on Crumb. One messed up family for sure Bunnyboy: However, I do have a dirty liddle secret... Mudhead: ahh, the block island ferry passes my back yard Bubba's Brain: Catherwood, take my voucher for this idiot. ||||||||| Catherwood takes Bubba's Brain's voucher for this idiot. cease: women too. i finally got to read persepolis. amazing stuff Dr. Headphones: well, dear friends, i must leave here at 630am and i need my beauty sleep, so it's TTFN (ta ta for now) to all. see you again in the future, which is already in progress pPoop: wave at them, they must be cousins of mine Elayne: Yes, I'm glad of that. I can't wait for the third volume. Merlyn: bye phones klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite Ken, happy trailz! Mudhead: ah,clem got the Bear Whiz Beer commercial? Elayne: Bye Ken! Bunnyboy: I was born in St Paul, MN. But my parents moved to WA, before the Minnesota gene set in. Elayne: Drive safely! llanwydd again: nite kend Bubba's Brain: Nite dr. H cease: i lvoed the 2 books el and robin are in, Broad Appeal and Storytime pPoop: don't surround your self with yourself headphones Bambi: have a great night Ken ... so glad to see you! cease: you leaving, kend? cease: alas Elayne: Oh good, you got to read the stories I wrote too. :) cease: great to see you again ||||||||| "10:15 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Headphones, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes. Dexter Fong: Kend^: Good to see/head from you again....be safe out there llanwydd again: I was born in a town called Hackensack in a building which no longer stands cease: i really liked thatt Sheagle Rising tale. it reminded me of friday night llanwydd again: they must have torn it down to prevent any further disasters Bambi: I was born at Fort Useless and spent much of my life in the home area of the Jersey Devil and now back in VA Mudhead: Wher is CNI radio from? cease: driving like a fool back to hackesack, drinkin his dinner from a paper sack Bunnyboy: I actually got Crumb's autograph on my copy of his "authorized" edition of THE COMPLETE FRITZ THE CAT, when he had a rare lecture at Washington State U. Elayne: I was born in Mount Sinai Hospital, which you pass on the express bus on the way back to the Bronx, Cat. cease: someplace inside your mind klokwk-vivor-XVII: i thought the Devils up and moved their franchise to Hobart... Bambi: well we do the remote feed for a few shows here in VA, but Studio A is in MI cease: and abraham lincoln died in Vain. Mudhead: We have a local college radio station known as WCNI Bunnyboy: Lincoln was tight with a penny. Merlyn: More tests... ||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Mudhead: any resemblance is purely incidental Bunnyboy: Downright horizontal. llanwydd again: Would you believe I was born in Hackensack and grew up in Hackettstown? I have this persistent hack. Dexter Fong: Lincoln was a rail spitter ||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 10:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. pPoop: lincoln put the hack in hackensack? Dexter Fong: Who was that bounder? pPoop: wb merlyn Bambi: you can see our schedule on http://www.cniradio.com cease: hey bunny, are you familiar with the work of david mack? Bunnyboy: "Get me Sha-Poo-Pie!" Merlyn: Could someone else try again? ||||||||| Dave enters at 10:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| At 10:19 PM, Dexter Fong runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:19 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (10:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Outside, the 10:19 PM crosstown bus from Minneapolis pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. pPoop: brb ||||||||| Around 10:19 PM, Bambi walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| pPoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's pPoop?! It's 10:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" llanwydd again: I'll go ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (10:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:19 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Mudhead: didnt pick me up ||||||||| pPoop sneaks in around 10:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: I', goner Elayne: What were we exiting and entering for this time, Brian? Dave: I'm back and I'm me to be me at last Bambi: no name now ... better than someone else's to confuse folks lol pPoop: you are back? but I am back. Merlyn: It's still screwed up, though Bunnyboy: El: It's all part of his evil plan! Elayne: What;'s still screwed up? My browser doesn't show anything wrong. Merlyn: now you're all from Mpls. Domini, Domini, Domini, you're all catlicks now Bambi: which back? Dexter Fong: Will the real me please stand down Mudhead: catlicks? Bunnyboy: Was it the St Paul seed? Drat! pPoop: mary tyler moore town Bambi: having an altercation with Catherwood there pPoop? ;-) ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bambi and queries "Did you want something?" ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:21 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Bubba's Brain: ... they keep coming and going, and going and coming.... and always too soon. Dexter Fong: Mer: Not me, I'm a Lutherian ||||||||| "10:21 PM? 10:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch. klokwk-vivor-XVII: oh, was i 'spozed to leeve? wait a minin... ||||||||| At 10:21 PM, klokwk-vivor-XVII vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ah,clem: laughing cow cheese coming up Elayne: Nonsense, Dex, you don't remind me of Lex Luthor at all. pPoop: catherwood and I were lovers ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to pPoop and asks "Something I can help with?" Dexter Fong: ha...ha ||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwk-vivor-XVII in through the front door at 10:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Bambi: Catherwood please make me a Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a toasted almond. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:22 PM and llanwydd bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: Cather wood, gimme lotsa lovin' Dexter Fong: fooled him llanwydd: I'm back Bambi: don't eat that grape...lanwydd! Mudhead: lol pPoop: smarter thand the average wood cather Dexter Fong: Put it in your sangria Bubba's Brain: Its the grape of Dorian Grey. llanwydd: got to tell you about my homemade wine. For a first try it's not bad. Unfortunately it's my third Bambi: the Cather wood flower .... Dexter Fong: We will wrinkle no grape before it's time cease: i bought 3 bottles of what i thought was sangria at a bizarre market elayne and robin took me to Bambi: lol lanwydd ah,clem: Catherwood, please bring me a beer ||||||||| Catherwood gets ah,clem a beer. Bunnyboy: Oh, my. I'm listening to the Cheap Suit Serenaders performing one of them "double entendre'" songs...MY GIRL'S...erhm...."Kitty". llanwydd: Honestly, it's too sugary but I'm pleased with the alcohol content cease: i noticed it particularly mild. then i read on directions you were supposed to add brandy cease: now they tell me ah,clem: Catherwood, please bring me a Bambi ||||||||| Catherwood hands ah,clem a bambi. Elayne: We took Cat to Stew Leonard's, Mudhead. He thinks it's bizarre. :) Bubba's Brain: What was it really, Cat? Bunnyboy: Self censorship is so hard. ah,clem :) Bubba's Brain: typed too soon. Dexter Fong: clem:+000 cease: in a good way, el Elayne: Well, you're the one talking to the cow head. pPoop: self censorship makes hair grow on your palms klokwk-vivor-XVII: it is bizarre, Elayne, except maybe to Peter Lynch Bunnyboy: And it ain't the ONLY thang that's "hard", thanks to them ED ads, 24/7. cease: it was a sort of sangria mix, Bambi: ah,clem LOL Mudhead: Its a bizarre celebration of food pPoop: only one tub of slaw :( Mudhead: woohoo cease: i lvoed the layout Mudhead: ystic CT Elayne: I like it, at this point I don't like to purchase meat (and much dairy, and vegetables) anywhere else. Bambi: they never come up into the hills, or the foothills in VA klokwk-vivor-XVII: Stew Leonard's -- it's a super-upscale store in a super-upscale place pPoop: ocelots cease: hnow was the lamb, el? Elayne: Very fresh, good regional supermarket. cease: it has a firesign quality. the war with cows, etc Elayne: Klok, they have a few different stores. The one in Yonkers isn't that up-scale. Mudhead: very good place klokwk-vivor-XVII: the one in Fairfield is... Elayne: Cat, the lamb was fantastic. It's not the first time I've bought their pre-marinated butterflied lamb, though, so we knew what to expect. Elayne: Well, that's Fairfield for you. :) Merlyn: more testing... ||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:27 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:27 PM and Merlyn steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| At 10:27 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... pPoop: pull the curtain fred! cease: i finished the raspberries on the flight from dallas to van, el. Merlyn: any volunteers? Elayne: Stew Leonard's is the first place I've found in the US that has decent lamb the way you can buy it in England. cease: thanks again for them. the cheese too. ||||||||| pPoop is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:27 PM. ||||||||| At 10:27 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... cease: stew leonard fed me for days Elayne: Cool, I'm glad they let you take them on board. I love their raspberries. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:27 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Stamford." ||||||||| Catherwood leads pPoop into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:28 PM, then departs. Elayne: You don't eat much though. cease: true klokwk-vivor-XVII: everyone see the NYT thing on Savannahs? Talk about upscale, the new attack dog! ;-) http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/12/fashion/thursdaystyles/12cats.html?8hpib Mudhead: NO joy Merlyn Elayne: But I'm glad I made the right call to take you up there first thing upon your arrival. Merlyn: Ah, much better. My "close enough" IP address guesser must be screwed up pPoop: I can feel the change dear friends, right on daddio cease: i had a wonderful piece of fish at the dallas airport. something called Grouper, which the fishers amongsts you may know Elayne: I'd recommend it to anyone hosting a guest, take 'em food shopping first. :) klokwk-vivor-XVII: Elayne - you mean it has a "Go mad by" date stamped on the package? ;-)) llanwydd: I've had lamb kidneys in England. Never got to try the whole lamb cease: new to me. a TGIFridays which i gather is a chain. Dexter Fong: Cat: Grouper is *not* related to the Sand Dab pPoop: you were groped at the airport? llanwydd: these marshmallows taste like lamb Elayne: That's beef, Klok. :) klokwk-vivor-XVII: yes, for awhile, Cat cease: no, groated ||||||||| "Hey Bubba's Brain!" ... Bubba's Brain turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Elayne: Groat cakes again? grumble grumble ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:29 PM and late as usual, it's Bubba's Brain, just back from Billville." pPoop: heavy on the 30 weight ||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| llanwydd again - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... klokwk-vivor-XVII: i thought they fed all the mad cows they couldn't sell to the sheep... Dexter Fong: Hmm? Dave: mooooo! Dexter Fong: Baaaahhh Bambi: so, how was Billville? Did you see Bill Grates? Dexter Fong: Kill Billville Pt. 3 Merlyn: Anyway, kwd, llan, or anyone else who Nino says is in Mpls, logging out & in should change that. pPoop: a spy and girl delighter llanwydd: Knock knock - who's there - impatient cow - imp... - MOOOOOO cease: get those homeless people off my grates! ||||||||| "10:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (10:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mudhead: hey, it works now Merlyn!!!!!!! doctecaziod: "Passion Of The Christ II: Revenge" : He's back from the dead - and out for blood! Dexter Fong: No one home...Baaaaaahhhhh! Bunnyboy: OK, let's see where I'm from now... Merlyn: Right, it was guessing close IP matches wrong before. ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:33 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. doctecaziod: Merl: you get my response to your email? Dexter Fong: WB Doc pPoop: blasphemy, and blast for you too Bubba's Brain: Hey Doc. doctecaziod: hi BB - still working on the changes cease: southpark on passion and simpsons on left below, amazing Bunnyboy: Oh, hiya doc. Merlyn: I tried to add something that if you were from 1.2.3.4 and it had a name for 1.2.3.6, it would tentatively use that name. But for some reason it matched anything, so it always matched the first entry found. Dexter Fong: Gimme a double blast bearkeepr cease: back from coded hell, doc? Bubba's Brain: Doc, good to know. no rush. doctecaziod: had to deal with numerous interruptions the past 2 days. hope to have something to test tomorrow. Bambi: wb doc Merlyn: bunnyboy, you around san jose? Dexter Fong: Don't test tomorrow if you can fail today doctecaziod: hi bun, bambi Bunnyboy: Merl: Oh, NOOOOOOOOO! pPoop: does a pope shit in the vatican? Elayne: Hey again, Doc! Merlyn: who's your ISP? doctecaziod: hi e Merlyn: who's your daddy? cease: bun, do you know david mack's Kabuki comic? Dexter Fong: Is a bear infalible? Bunnyboy: Merl, which drop-down shows all of this hullaballoosis? Elayne: Enjoyed seeing you and Lili lots on Sunday. doctecaziod: had fun this past sunday w/you & cat - i need to send you some of my pix pPoop: thank you Merlyn: the "nino" link on the typing line Bunnyboy: pPoop: No. It's carried away by doves. cease: indeed, doc Elayne: Please do! I've put most of mine up on one of Robin's Mac photo pages, there's a link from my blog. doctecaziod: wish more of 'em came out, i'm still wrestling with new camera re focus issues pPoop: yogi one kenobi bear Bunnyboy: ...who promptly sell it, on the black market. Elayne: How are the kittens? Bambi: so Bunny gets to visit san jose tonight huh? doctecaziod: e: they are doing great - will send you pix of them too cease: the travelling ishikawa version of the trrip should be linked to others' images, like el's blog Elayne: Did Lili find the little nuts? Dexter Fong: MerL Just checked Nino...seems uh..rather odd =)) Mudhead: I want kitty pixs too doctecaziod: e: one of 'em has them, one of 'em doesn't pPoop: I thought the cardinals examined it for clues like the emperor of china Merlyn: yeah, it's "odd" Elayne: Ah, a matched set! Which are you keeping, the girl? Dave: ah Colorado is a boring state, no one comes up in to the hills Bambi: look at it this way ... no one will know where we are from LOL cease: i thought it was "cruise" Mudhead: thank you ah-clem Merlyn: Hey BunnyBoy, does your chat URL have an address? doctecaziod: e: we decided to keep them both. they are two peas in a pod, seems right to keep 'em together pPoop: you bet! Dexter Fong: Nice segue Clem =))) Elayne: Aww! That's way cool! So what artists did you pick? Should be names of a married couple. doctecaziod: dex: lili tells me she did in fact get the email you sent her Elayne: Or a brother and sister, but I don't know of any brother-sister artists. ah,clem :) doctecaziod: e: the male is cocteau, the female is seurat pPoop: communist party high school grrrrrrr cease: oh, i have some news from schoolboy y'all can help with Elayne: Heh, seems like it'll fit. I like Seurat as a name. Not sure about Cocteau... Dexter Fong: Doc....Good...Offer still in effect Bunnyboy: Hey, there's an idea. I have The Waiting Room bookmarked. Let me try this as a fresh arrival. BRB ||||||||| Bunnyboy is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:40 PM. cease: he's in dc and in contact with the library of congress ( i think) about getting the firesign collected Dexter Fong: Elayne: Frida and Frodo Kahlo cease: one album chosen to be in a select list of most memorable american discs Elayne: LOL, Unca Dex! Elayne: I don't think his name was Frodo... pPoop: they are a national treasure doctecaziod: our other male cat is already named kahlo - we have an older femail too, her name is matisse cease: schoolboy posts to alt.firesign most authoritatively Bambi: thrown out the window ... wow, that was rather rash LOL ||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII sneaks away to The Sitting Room... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:41 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Bunnyboy: OK. Where am I now? Dexter Fong: Elayne: Then there was their cousin Cocoa Kahlo llanwydd: Kliban would be a good name for a cat pPoop: mr wood is becoming violent ||||||||| 10:42 PM -- klokwk-vivor-XVII enters.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Dave: I vote for HCYB as the disc to be chosen Bunnyboy: Good old Seattle. Yay! pPoop: the emerald city bunnyboy klokwk-vivor-XVII: test Bambi: vouch, vouch ... that hurt cease: i would vot e for electrician, cuz it was the first one, opened the door cease: ot the best, but the first ah,clem: this peice is most certainly a national treasure. cease: a good case could be made for many pPoop: nick danger is loved or hated Bunnyboy: I would recommend that y'all try to crawl into chat through FST.com...WITHOUT bookmark hopping. Bambi: yep, very true cat cease: i would agree, clem llanwydd: I don't know anyone that hates ND Dexter Fong: I would vote for Dwarf: First fully realized long piece Bambi: Nick Danger gets my vote :-) doctecaziod: ok, gotta take off - sorry i can't hang longer, lili wants to see 'collateral' (we rented yesterday but didn't get to see it, it needs to be returned tomorrow) Elayne: My favorite is Dwarf, but it should probably be How Can You Be...? 'cause that one has Nick Danger, probably their best-known character. Elayne: Have fun, Doc! Love to Lili! Bunnyboy: nite Doc. Waves to Lili! Dexter Fong: Night Doc and best to Lili pPoop: night doc cease: hope lili is well and kittens mew with contentment doctecaziod: y'all have a great evening - should be here again next week. doctecaziod: ttfn ttyl bye nytol zzzzzzzzzzzz....................... ||||||||| doctecaziod leaves at 10:45 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." Merlyn: ok bye doc Dave: oh yes, this piece, this is a good one, so weird but somehow works Bambi: nite Doc...best to Lili ! Bubba's Brain: nite doc ah,clem: so many parts, glazed over from Dwarf, came back in later recordings, it laid the ground for so much. ah,clem: fertile ground it was Dexter Fong: And then, Dwarf composed of previous parts cease: a great protean stew Bambi: yep klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite DT Bunnyboy: This R. Crumb CD sampler is superlative. Worth the nominal price of the HANDBOOK. $25 American. Dexter Fong: afk for refill cease: whats on it, bun? Bubba's Brain: I gotta head out. later all. cease: i read most of his early work in the library pPoop: napalm-olive, I think my kids are doing it on purpose Bambi: night Bubba ah,clem: the protien stew was best explored in Bozos cease: off you bubble llanwydd: I've only heard one Crumb song: "Get a Load of This". Kind of catchy pPoop: get back in the vat brain Elayne: Night Bubba! Looks like folks are starting to trickle out, as it were. Think I'll mosey too. cease: oh, this is music? Elayne: One of these days I'll actually catch Tild when she comes in here... ||||||||| Mr. Motion steals in around 10:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Bubba's Brain says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bubba's Brain exits at 10:48 PM. Bambi: night E! :-) cease: hope you and robin are healthy, el Elayne: We're getting there, Cat! ||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:48 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Bambi: hi MM cease: good to hear Bunnyboy: cat: Crumb and his varied musical cohorts (including his wife and daughter), performing in cuts recorded between 1972 and 2003. It's fun! pPoop: night e hi mr motion Mr. Motion: Brrraaaaa Motion is here, people have no fear....! cease: i'm sure stew leonard will help Dave: I know, they used so much of it in small pieces over the other records, I haven't listened to them all of course but you can tell even in GMIOD, I would love to know how they recorded the music for "and welcome to the wonderful world of snails and adventure," cease: they stole it, dave Mr. Motion: Hi Bambi? cease: or paid for it Bunnyboy: Yeah, Crumb's a servicable banjo player. cease: hi mr. m ah,clem: the court room scene, a best pic, esp the swearing in, (for mudhead) Mr. Motion: Cease! Bunnyboy: lo M. M. llanwydd: that was the soundtrack to "Spartacus", Dave Dexter Fong: back ah,clem: do you promise to covet...... Mudhead: ty ah, clem Bambi: yep...that's me MM :-) Mr. Motion: I bet she gave the guard a sleeve job! Dave: I don't remember that word for word but remember liking it, that's coming up wright? Dave: it was? hmmm didn't know that Mr. Motion: Kewl Bambi me too! llanwydd: closing credits ah,clem: almost there now Dave Bambi: you are Bambi too? Bunnyboy: "Do you promise to covet property, propriety , parallety, surety, security and not hurt the state. Say what?" Mr. Motion: Ah nope I'm Bambi 2! Bambi: What? Dexter Fong: Born under the sign of the wounded faun, Bambi Mudhead: What? ah,clem: transmitting it now (swearing in) Bambi: LOL Mr. Motion: Porgey you're a white man you got to help us... Bunnyboy: parallety (sic), I'm sure. No idea what that word means. Any takers? Dexter Fong: CCCCCCCCLEM: Getting it....................................now llanwydd: I thought it was "plurality" Dave: this indian part just didn't work, not that funny cease: i think we're supposed to make it up for ourselves, bun Bunnyboy: Pooooooooooop! Poop POOOOOOOOOOOP! Mr. Motion: Dex ya got to lay off all that caffeine! Bambi: I thought it was plurality too cease: like malmburg in plano Mr. Motion: A bottoms up below thebelt review! llanwydd: If it's parallety, it might refer to "Parallel Hell" ah,clem: Mr. Motion is just an illusion, a computer enhanced hallucination, in a black hole, seen only by Mark Time pPoop: i was afk afu something like that Bambi: Catherwood pour me another Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood pours Bambi another toasted almond. Bunnyboy: That's it! Plurality makes more than one kinda sense. Damnable Proctor, mumbling as usual... Dexter Fong: Catherwood don't forget to give sweat to Bambi ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Would you like something?" cease: the mumble is intentional, bun Bunnyboy: Catherwood pour me into a cab. ||||||||| Catherwood pours Bunnyboy into a cab. pPoop: say what cease: one of the main messages of firesign, it seems to me, is how to discern signal from noise Bambi: which reel? ah,clem: if the drinks were real, Bambi would be drunk by now cease: and part of that is the awareness of your own noise Bambi: good one Bunny Bunnyboy: cat: Oh, I know that. Sure do. Bunnyboy: Catherwood shoot me outta a cannon ||||||||| Catherwood shoots Bunnyboy outta a cannon. Mr. Motion: Mr. Head Bambi: that was only the third one in nearly 2 hrs ....but since I don't drink very much ... you may be right :-) Bunnyboy: Catherwood stomp me into a pulp. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps Bunnyboy into a pulp. cease: they've always loved to play with the sort of distortions that arise from broadcasting and recording klokwk-vivor-XVII: but some signals are noise, Cat. we are all part of one whole, a standing wave on a stream of matter... cease: and used them most instructively Bunnyboy: I always wanted Daffy Duck's life. pPoop: the salient Dexter Fong: Bunny seems to have found a willing companion for his wretched games cease: not string theory, klok. just the stuff we Listen to every day cease: most people dont pay attention to most things they hear. those that create such things count on that pPoop: you wanted daffy duck's wife? Dexter Fong: I listened to a String Quartertet cease: i heard that Bunnyboy: Catherwood make me Pope Bunnificent the 13th. ||||||||| Catherwood brings Bunnyboy pope bunnificent the 13th. llanwydd: to blow yourself up with seven sticks of dynamite at a press briefing and reappear minutes later in the same suit? cease: was it worth a quarter? Bunnyboy: Ah! I broke it! cease: tet? did they blow up real good? klokwk-vivor-XVII: there is a message in it all, like the street person's ravings FST put into Kitchener's speech in "...Turkish..." pPoop: this is real Dexter Fong: Catherwood annoint me master of the Universe ||||||||| Catherwood annoints Dexter Fong master of the universe. cease: do you like sea horses? pPoop: hail master fong Dexter Fong: I like Air Fish Mr. Motion: Catherwood Roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table... ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Mr. Motion and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" cease: and Me Bunnyboy: To be at an after-hours tire joint, sipping Pina Coladas and screaming "Wahoo wahoo wahoo, yadda yadda yadda"! ||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cease: hat's the message. how to get out of not only the delusions impressed upon us, but those we've created to go along klokwk-vivor-XVII: it's not noise, it's background music, Cat, like "our song" that was playing on the radio. Like as not it's a crap song, but has very special resonance to those people. part of the art of movie soundtracks, isn't it? llanwydd: ever notice not many people take vacations to Secaucus, New Jersey Bambi: Catherwood crown me Mother Nature ||||||||| Catherwood crowns Bambi mother nature. pPoop: dave died from the plague again Dexter Fong: Bunny: Don't forget the 2 13 year old girls cease: sounds like you're listening to the campaign chronicles, bun Bambi: dont mess with mother nature ;-) Bambi: hey Bunny got the really good disease! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. klokwk-vivor-XVII: John Sayles did... llanwydd: Greenland seems to have a low turnout as well cease: you mean silver city, klok? Mr. Motion: Why this is a bag of shit! cease: i was most dissappointed with that Bunnyboy: Buxom...young...campaign workers, I drift off here... pPoop: hehe he said buxom hehe Dexter Fong:
klokwk-vivor-XVII was thinking of his precursor to "The Big Chill", "The Return of the Secaucus Seven" Dexter Fong: "" Dexter Fong: thpphh llanwydd: never saw it. was it good? Bambi: fresh onion rolls with that shrimp (and it was on sale! as Gallagher would say) Bambi: night to the fading Bunny Dexter Fong: Do the math Clem klokwk-vivor-XVII: not as good as The Big Chill, Ilan, but it set the style and made all the points, leaving the big-budget thing to play the "Vanilla Sky" role Bunnyboy: Bambi: Naw, that's Austin's Paul Harvey style rap. Mudhead: Im gonna head to bed klokwk-vivor-XVII: Firesignese! klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite Mudhead Mudhead: gnite All! pPoop: night mudhead Dexter Fong: Better bed than red , Head Mr. Motion: Ta ta Mud! Bambi: ah, ok Bunny :-) cease: mud Bunnyboy: But I think I'll probably wonder over to the girl and the dogs. Nite, y'all. Mudhead: I'll be back next week, lord willin Dexter Fong: Good to see you agin Medhead ||||||||| 11:05 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Bambi: night Mudhead cease: by bun ||||||||| At 11:05 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Night Bunny Mr. Motion: Later Bun! klokwk-vivor-XVII: They're all on the left coast aside from Austin, aren't they? pPoop: wb dave hop away bunny Bambi: ha! you've been hiding out in the closet again Dave? And after lucking out with the really good disease too. Bambi: night Bunny Dave: am going to introduce a friend to the FST, wonder what her reaction will be, either she'll think it's really stupid or she'll give it a chance Bambi: (Dead of the Plague) Dexter Fong: Bambi: =)) ||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 11:06 PM train to Washington. cease: i hope she gives it a chance Bambi: if she gives it a chance, she'll like it LOL llanwydd: getting tired myself. I'll be back later this month pPoop: give her nick danger
Dexter Fong whispers to Cat, he should get her stoned first pPoop: good luck with the sangria Dave: yeah that's what I told her, listen to it a few million times klokwk-vivor-XVII: take that witch out to be stoned! Dexter Fong: Night llan cease: if she likes firesign, you really have a find Bambi: night llanwydd
Dexter Fong wonders which witch cease: keep em sangriaing, llan Mr. Motion: I beg to differ! cease: dave, you cant ask anyone to listen to anything more than once. even once is asking a lot Bambi: yes, and if she doesn't ... think twice LOL
klokwk-vivor-XVII begs to differ and the question, too
Dexter Fong offers 2 boons for a plea Dave: yeah well I've given her the disclaimer, and where in the world does this little bit come from? I've never heard it before pPoop: I prostrate myself cease: proctor and bergman klokwk-vivor-XVII: me neither, Dave Dexter Fong: Cat: You know this piece...is it NPR stuff? klokwk-vivor-XVII: try watchful waiting, Poop -- best approach for most men cease: 2nd album, as i recall pPoop: give me that guitar Mr. Motion: TV or NOt TV cease: its on the firesign site Dexter Fong: Lemon Car? Second album? Bambi: el cabong! pPoop: for me and elmer fudd cease: lemonacar? no this is ancient proc'berg Mr. Motion: What this country needs? cease: re you lhearing somiething else? Dexter Fong: MM: Not TV or Not cease: now its 2 places Dexter Fong: No...It's Billy Jack cease: this is after tv, dex, i think. my memory of their work is weak pPoop: no, it's ah clem Mr. Motion: Whatever happened to the Fabulous Pills Brothers Dex? Bambi: ah, Toad Away already .....sigh... cease: thats kinda useless knowledge. it can be looked up easily enough Dexter Fong: Cat: Could the Lemon Car be from Clark Wintergreen? klokwk-vivor-XVII: too quiet Dexter Fong: MM: They were taken off the market
klokwk-vivor-XVII is well-done for the evening... cease: no, dex. it predates wintergreen by many years pPoop: bambi is in the future Mr. Motion: Purple was my hero! cease: i got that one quite recently and thus know it very little ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Jonathan disembarks at 11:12 PM. Dexter Fong: Cat: The reggue aspect would seem to indicate 70's or later cease: hi jonathan Jonathan: Hello Dexter Fong: Jono Mr. Motion: Hi Johnathan? cease: i think you can go tot the firesign site and get the date of that album pPoop: oil-pressure gonna drop on me, hi jonathan Bambi: Catherwood give me a chocolate covered almond double chocolate icecream cone ||||||||| Catherwood brings Bambi a chocolate covered almond double chocolate icecream cone. pPoop: yum bambi Dave: where does that little hymn come from? so much I have to learn Dexter Fong: I wish Clem would back announce the various cuts..(hint) (Hint) =)) cease: the toad away hymn? any hymn experts about? klokwk-vivor-XVII: about time for kwd to flade into the starset...nite everyone (kwd acquired Bryer's swiss almond ice cream for $2.48 tonight...mmmm) Jonathan: Hey, I was at a voice over seminar recently and apparently the instructor is a friend of Proctor. pPoop: how can you be in two places at once, maybe klokwk-vivor-XVII: stonegrinder's disease? Dexter Fong: Cat: I thinks it's Number 376
Bambi :-) pPoop: click klok cease: are you an uber-voice, jonathan? cease: there are such things as dildos, poop Jonathan: What? Dexter Fong: Night Klok...Enjoy the Bryer's Bambi: Night Klok ah,clem: sorry Dex, out of time for tonight klokwk-vivor-XVII: ymmmmm Dexter Fong: s'ok Clem =) ||||||||| "Hey Mr. Motion!" ... Mr. Motion turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:16 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Bambi: Hi Jonathan cease: time. it comes, it goes klokwk-vivor-XVII: killer silicosis -- they told us moon dust was deadly ||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII leaves to catch the 11:16 PM train to Minnesota. pPoop: I have always supported athletes cat cease: you sound diseased, klok Jonathan: Hi to all who greeted me and those whoi will. : Oh well time to go finish my advertising, Keep'em Flying. http://www.issuesandalibis.com/ cease: what did the proctor friend tell you about him, jon? Dexter Fong: I didn't know Klok went to the moon and -evidently- took his helmat off Merlyn: uh-oh cease: oh, its the alibi man. cease: i got a nickle. wait for me Merlyn: He logged off a bit early Dexter Fong: Nnight Ppoop Jonathan: nothing really. She just played some of his voice-over work for radio commercials. Bambi: as those about to die, we salute you ... ah,clem: well, good night all, and thak you for beeing there cease: we accept your fingerprints, bambi pPoop: fong leaving? pPoop: bambi leaving? Dexter Fong: Thank you for beeeeeing there Clem pPoop: jimmy-lee? pPoop: the bus arrived, have a super week, and thanks again ah,clem: hoofprints cease: you perform a great service, clem and bambi Bambi: thanks Cat! Dexter Fong: Please check my oil....Thankyeeww Bambi: JimmyLee :-) that's my sweetie! Jonathan: They're leaving. We gave them most of our lives. ||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ah,clem: good night all cease: oil on velvet? ||||||||| Around 11:20 PM, ah,clem walks off into the sunset... cease: i thought elvis was dead! Dexter Fong: G'night you to wackey kids pPoop: velvetta pPoop: night all
Bambi -) ||||||||| pPoop is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:21 PM. Dexter Fong: Cannola oil on Velveeta, or if you prefer, 30-weight on Roquefort Bambi: until we meet again ... great to see you all! cease: off they fly cease: you too, bam Jonathan: Did I just come in as the chat was closing? Dexter Fong: It's a mass bail=out...a catholic cluster jump cease: so it would appear ||||||||| Around 11:22 PM, Bambi walks off into the sunset... Dexter Fong: Jona: It would appear so, though hardly your fault =) Jonathan: It used ot be longer. cease: it varies week to week Dave: yeah guess I should be going as well, one more day to get through tomorrow then a weekend of studying algebra, great talking to everyone, night all and god bless until next time, same bad time, same bad sation Dexter Fong: It's organic Jona, some weeks real late, others, not so late cease: keep em flying, dave Jonathan: Bombs away dave Dexter Fong: Bad Bye Dave ||||||||| At 11:23 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dave!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Dexter Fong: How were the animals upon your return Cat? cease: very affectionate cease: IKcy was in the vehicle when F picked me up. the babies were anticipatory upon my return. Dexter Fong: That's nice...Our male cat, everytime we go away, when we return he grumps around the apartment for at least 12 hours cease: they're used to my frequent absences Dexter Fong: A lot of "fuckin' meow" you know? Jonathan: I came back from a 2-day vacatio in Florida and my cat was like "Great. You're home. Feed me." cease: was it your first absence, jon? Dexter Fong: Cats have a great sense of priority cease: true Jonathan: Now, but it was my longest. Dexter Fong: afk for a sec Jonathan: *No cease: or perhaps, a more sharply differenciated one from ours, as opposed to dogs cease: 2 days? Jonathan: Whoop si meant 2 weeks. Jonathan: *I cease: ok, that makes sense cease: all humans crave comfort, but cats are better at getting it than we are. cease: thus, rthey are pissed off at its sudden absence Dexter Fong: back ||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (11:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. cease: and booty-full? Dexter Fong: Leave something here, Bambi? cease: and speaking of beauties.... Dexter Fong: Catherwood search Bambi ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and says "Did you need me?" Bambi: yep ... sure did Dex :-) Bambi: ah, shucks ;-)
Dexter Fong realizes you can't trust Catherwood to follow thru ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and says "Someone mention my name?" Bambi: LOL Dexter Fong: Catherwood you idiot, that was an internal monologue ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and queries "Someone mention my name?" cease: Jim Nabors as Agatha Christy in ....Dr....uh...mam..uh.... Merlyn: Hey cat, could you log out and back in? Nino doesn't know where LA is!? Jonathan: How do you know if Bambi's beautiful or not? Merlyn: Catherwood, what time is it? ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 11:34 PM, exactly!" Bambi: see ya next time ... feel free to stop by CNI's chat channel on irc.equnet.org #cni anytime! cease: we've seen her pic, jon. its on the logs Dexter Fong: Jona: She told us and we believe her ||||||||| "Hey cease!" ... cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:35 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Merlyn: Thanks, cat. ||||||||| cease steals in around 11:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." cease: cheese logs cease: tim.....burr Merlyn: Ha, Nino knows you're in Vancouver cease: ton Jonathan: What "unpleasant incident occured, cease? Merlyn: Dex, can you log out & in to fix your place, too? Dexter Fong: Sure Merl cease: its taken him that long to figure it out? ||||||||| "11:36 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Merlyn: Thenk yew cease: there are no end to such, jon Merlyn: No, it's taken me that long to fix the bugs Jonathan: Don't tell me you let the mice get Catherwood's script. ||||||||| Catherwood tells Jonathan you let the mice get 's script. ||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 11:36 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Merlyn: Yer back in NYC, good. Merlyn: And the login name test, with me... ||||||||| "
