A Firesign Chat


||||||||| 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 November 17, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Firebroiled-FlameBay-Crisp in through the front door at 6:30 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Firebroiled-FlameBay-Crisp: Had this been an actual Chat ..., there would have been actual people like cat, and,.. Dr. Headphones and that darn Meryl what's his name from St. Paul... you know
Firebroiled-FlameBay-Crisp: Sorry I can't be here for the chat, but have to work second shift....
Firebroiled-FlameBay-Crisp: Take Care for now
||||||||| At 6:34 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Firebroiled-FlameBay-Crisp!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 17, 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?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and Knuckles bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:12 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: hey knuckles
Knuckles: Hmmm.....seems I is a itsy-bitsy, teeny-weenie bit oily
Merlyn: a thin, thin, thin covering of oil
Knuckles: Howdy, Merlyn
Merlyn: But Catherwood thinks it's later
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Merlyn and inquires "Do you have something for me to do?"
Merlyn: You in Washington state?
Knuckles: Catherwood has always been "off"
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Knuckles and yells "oh, fuck off Knuckles!"
Knuckles: Ya vole. Oilympia
Merlyn: that's why you're oily
Merlyn: Cheney is oily - he's crude but refined
Knuckles: Akshully, it's mrmuckle here....just using a psudonymmm
Knuckles: Cheney should be BOILED in oil!!!
Merlyn: mrknuckle
Knuckles: must go greet the better half as she arrives from woik.. Be beck shoitly
Merlyn: ok
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'TweenUs&Them', just granted probation at 9:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
TweenUs&Them: Boil M Owl?
Merlyn: hey tweeny
Merlyn: boil them owls
TweenUs&Them: Still looking for a safe a good use for the zeppelin tube.
Merlyn: be right back...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ah,clem inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
TweenUs&Them: Some people have brass. Others have braziers.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:22 PM, dragging Bottles by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
TweenUs&Them: Hey Bottles...
TweenUs&Them: Is everything you know wrong?
Bottles: Hello! First time here!
Bottles: You can say that again!
Knuckles: it IS a small world.....but I wouldn't want to paint it!
Bottles: How late does this chat go on?
||||||||| 9:25 PM: Bambi jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
TweenUs&Them: Until the last Firehead is standing.
Knuckles: How long can you stay awake?
TweenUs&Them: Don't shoot!!
Bambi: howdy folks
Bottles: Hmmmmmm....zzzzzzzzz
TweenUs&Them: How do ya do, Bambi?
Bambi: I do well and you Tweeny? :-)
Bottles: I should stop back in an hour... is this where I get off?
TweenUs&Them: Com ci, com ca...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Bottles: Oh! what bad eyesight! There it is... I'll,,, just... go over here and..... (click)
cease: new folks tonight or just new nicks?
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'Firesign Theatre on '
cease: ah, canadian
TweenUs&Them: Cat gets an umbrella from catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past TweenUs&Them
Knuckles: you don't want to count the belevator oy???
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 9:29 PM train to Virginia.
Merlyn: What's the name of this bit? I missed it.
Bambi: all doing well tonight?
TweenUs&Them: I want a Jack Poet Volkswagen.
Bambi: Catherwood please give TweenUs&Them an umbrella
||||||||| Catherwood gets tweenus&them an umbrella.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ah,clem inside, makes a note of the time (9:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: this is my favourite unreleased firesign piece. it's called A Shadow Moves Over the Land
||||||||| Stickman steals in around 9:30 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:30 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ah,clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ah,clem into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:31 PM, then departs.
cease: i'm deilghted to see ah clem playing the mushroom plays
TweenUs&Them: Under my star wars...
Stickman: Howdy Boys! What's all this Broo HaHa?
Knuckles: has anyone heard from Mr Phil lately?
TweenUs&Them: Brew ha ha? Ha, ha, ha...
Merlyn: Mr. Phil Lately, the stamp collector?
cease: i think i like this better than all their albums except the first 4, plus maybe giant rat and possibly gimme immortality
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" is just starting now...'
TweenUs&Them: He can't show up on time.
||||||||| 9:32 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| Rotonoto enters at 9:32 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: hey el, clem's playing mushrooms tonight!
Merlyn: Brew? Ha ha!
Stickman: ELAYNE!!
TweenUs&Them: Hey E...
Rotonoto: Doctor, doctor! I can see again!
cease: last week was Sesame Mucho
Merlyn: drink some eye-opener
Bambi: hi Elayne, Cat, Stick, RotoDave et all who may have come in that I missed!
Stickman: I havn't spoken to you in 20 years.
TweenUs&Them: Oil that tinman!!
Rotonoto: What?
Merlyn: who am us, anyway?
Knuckles: <>
Merlyn: that's longer than anyone has ever not spoken to us before!
TweenUs&Them: I haven't broken a spoke in 50 years.
TweenUs&Them: Well, once. As a tourist.
Rotonoto: oh, the tinitus!
Stickman: I guess I scared her away. That happens all too often.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd llanwydd into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:35 PM, then departs.
llanwydd llanwydd: esdoin woijodsfn fuorupf
Elayne: Hey Llan!
cease: better than seared her away
Merlyn: move you hands one key to the left, llan
Stickman: Oh OH! They're speaking chinese!
llanwydd llanwydd: evenin everyone!
Rotonoto: What?
Merlyn: I want one of those hand-cranked laptop computers
Bambi: who did you scare away Stickman?
Bambi: hi llanwydd
Bambi: maybe I should check the cheese log?
Rotonoto: he says he can't shout, don't hear you
Merlyn: See, it has a crank: http://laptop.media.mit.edu
cease: white man split for the east. this is so 1967
TweenUs&Them: He's welsh on a bit.
cease: this is firesign at its most poetic
Merlyn: a welsh rab bit?
llanwydd llanwydd: Thursday is one of my nights off from the play rehearsals
Elayne: It's kinda garbled though, Cat...
Bambi: quite enjoyable too Cat
cease: you mean broadcast quality?
Elayne: Oh, excellent, the original Pass the Indian Please!!
TweenUs&Them: Attack of the Giant Eastern Shore Crabs!
Elayne: Yeah Cat, b'cast.
Bambi: looks like llanwydd is beside 'm self
llanwydd llanwydd: what do you mean, bambi?
cease: before they were the firesign theatre as such, just doing stuff at kpfk, they did i think it was a 3 or 4 hour show about indians. i never heard it but it is legendary. i think some of this comes originally from that
Elayne: 'ere's an echo in there, llan...
TweenUs&Them: Are you putting her on, LL?
llanwydd llanwydd: oh, I get it now
llanwydd llanwydd: I wasn't putting anyone on. I really am stupid
Bambi: lol
TweenUs&Them: Have you got IT?
Bambi: no you are not ... we thought you were being cute
Elayne: Tween, I had It but I got lotion for It and It seems to be fading now.
Merlyn: throw a throw rug on it
TweenUs&Them: Ummm, fad ding...
Bambi: when I had IT ... I got some ice cream for it ... all gone now ... and so is IT
llanwydd llanwydd: fading like the ever fading...
||||||||| Stickman says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Stickman exits at 9:44 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:44 PM bus from Virginia pulls away, leaving Stickman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
TweenUs&Them: Ummmm... Hula hoops...
Stickman: Damn buttons all looke alike!
ah,clem: ...
llanwydd llanwydd: good evening, stick
Stickman: Elayne? Still doing "Inside Joke?"
cease: white as terror, one of my favourite firelines
TweenUs&Them: Graphite bass guitar?
Bambi: a bus from Virginia? Wow, didn't know you were from our neck of the woods, Stickman ;-)
Stickman: I'm not. I'm in Los Angeles.
TweenUs&Them: We're not in Arkansas anymore...
Bambi: that was quite a long ways to go for a bus then ... don't ya think ;-)
Stickman: I'm at work. The corp server must be based there.
Merlyn: Nino's wrong again
llanwydd llanwydd: so you're not in LA. You're not in AK. Where are ya
cease: doesnt this remind you of temp humbold county?
Merlyn: maybe, but some IP address entries are out of date, too
Stickman: Anyone seen Mrs. Gedwillo's little boy around?
Bambi: no worries stickman ... was just kiddin' with you anyway
Stickman: I don't deal with goats.
Elayne: Sorry Stickman, I was listening to the CNI stuff. No, IJ was a thing from Before Computers, remember?
cease: he still in nebraska?
TweenUs&Them: I hear they're running out of 5 year old boys at http://11pm.co.uk/ ;)
Elayne: Four-Alarm FIRESIGNal kinda outlasted IJ, but only because I did two separate stints on that...
TweenUs&Them: Awwwk!
Stickman: Elayne. Who finally ended up with all that TFT archive material?
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:50 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Knuckles by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn: Wait, this is Americathon
Elayne: Ooh, good question. I can't remember, I believe I gave it to my successor...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:50 PM and late as usual, it's mrmuckle, just back from Billville."
Elayne: I have some stuff, I kept the Big Books and the Abkhazian stamps and such...
Elayne: Evenin' Mr Muckle!
llanwydd llanwydd: stickman, I don't recognize you. have you been here before?
Elayne: DocTech has a lot of it, I think.
mrmuckle: Ahh, visiting VillBille again! Howdy...
Elayne: Stickman is apparently someone from my deep dark past. :)
Bambi: howdy Mr Muckle
mrmuckle: Hi, El
Stickman: I've dropped in a couple of times but too late at night.
TweenUs&Them: Welcome to the race around America+.
mrmuckle: Hi, Gambi
Elayne: Yes, I got that you're on the left coast...
cease: no, you missed the last few lines, ah clem. whiich is breathtaking
Elayne: Thanks for the name-check, Jim!
TweenUs&Them: Where are the severn dwarfs?
Stickman: About 20 years ago. Around the time you got married.
Rotonoto: ..
ah,clem: was all I had, Cat
Merlyn: you mean doc severn?
Bambi: hi Clem ... good to see you here too
TweenUs&Them: Oh, Doc be a severin'...
Elayne: Married the first time. :)
Stickman: Didn't the archive go from you to someone in Michigan?
cease: ok, i'll send you the whole play.
llanwydd llanwydd: Knuckles is another one I don't recognize
cease: packer?
Elayne: Steve's fine, by the way, I should see if he ever wants to come on and join us. But he and I (while still friends) have parted live-in company.
Stickman: Right. I think it was Michael.
mrmuckle: Knuckles was I, mistermuckle
cease: i think he sold it
TweenUs&Them: Not Insane tour Lisner Auditorium. Beautiful thing...
llanwydd llanwydd: aha
llanwydd llanwydd: I sat on my pipe
cease: i dont recognize this
Elayne: Yeah Stickman, I did send Michael Packer some stuff, but most of that got digitized by DocTech, if I recall correctly.
cease: is that bergman?
Rotonoto: kangaroo meat is actually good for you
Stickman: Apologies in advance. I'm at work and sometimes they ask me to squeeze the Wheeze on short notice.
TweenUs&Them: Roo?
mrmuckle: I sat on my own head, looking for my pipe
Elayne: Oh, sure it's Bergman's voice, Cat. He didn't do that many voices that didn't sound like his (in my opinion)...
Bambi: yes, it's bergman :-)
ah,clem: yes, it is Bergman
TweenUs&Them: 40 roo long..
Rotonoto: ..
Stickman: I remeber sending you stuff I got from Tom and some Carnagie Hall stuff and a bunch of tapes.
cease: this sounds really early in his career
Elayne: Dang, Stickman, I know who you are but I still can't put a name to the face... any hints?
Elayne: You were definitely involved in Campoon '76, weren't you?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
TweenUs&Them: We've got to get these guys back on something like XM.
Dexter Fong: Wow! full HOuse
Elayne: Hey Unca Dex!
Stickman: We never actually met. I'm Rick from Los Angeles.
Rotonoto: ..
cease: is this a proctor and bergman piece?
Dexter Fong: Hi Niece Elayne
Bambi: hi Dex
Elayne: Well, by "face" I actually meant "handle." I'm a 20th century gal in a 21st century world...
llanwydd llanwydd: When's the last time one of the FST came into this here place?
TweenUs&Them: Forward, into the past...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:57 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs TweenUs&Them by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cease: hi dex. new (for me) stuff on cni
mrmuckle: Howdy, all...
Dexter Fong: I will slip away for a sec to fire up CNI
Elayne: Thanks, Rick, I thought it might be you. :) Good to "see" you again after all these years!!
Merlyn: Firesign needs a sponsor, but they could get time on Air America or Siriuis satellite radio, or radiomargaritaville
Dexter Fong: Test
Rotonoto: oh, Dex- like little flower, my terrific feeling for it...
||||||||| Dexter Fong scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 9:58 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Elayne: Are you in contact with Tom any more? I lost contact with him shortly after Deborah developed her MS.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd llanwydd: hey Dex!
Stickman: I just moved a little further arount the endless curve of Police St. Receptions better out here.
Merlyn: March 10 was the most recent appearance of a member of FT
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies principlepoop in through the front door at 9:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Oh Roto, your feeling me is like a giant sunflower, face turned to greet the sun
Elayne: Lucky you, Stickman. They never come up into the hills where we are!
mrmuckle: HEY! What a coincidence! That's what I've got!!!
principlepoop: hello seekers
Elayne: Evenin' Prinpoop!
Dexter Fong: Hi llan
mrmuckle: MS, I mean...
principlepoop: Hi E
Stickman: Tom and I were in touch in the early 70's.
Dexter Fong: Hey pp
Bambi: hi ppoop
Dexter Fong: Hi Stick, glad to see you back =)
Elayne: Ah, so I corresponded with him after you did, Rick...
principlepoop: fing fong fang
principlepoop: hubba hubba bambi
cease: father guido
Stickman: Stick waves crazily!
Merlyn: yow, father guido
Elayne: Oh dear, I didn't remember that Don Novello did anything with Firesign...
mrmuckle: GUIDO!!!
principlepoop: don novello
Dexter Fong: and.. in roster order..Hi Bambi, cat, Merl, Mr Muckle long time, Clem, and the fading Bottles
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
principlepoop: ahhh the voice of ahhhh, clem
Elayne: I had the fading bottles once as well. Same ointment cleared it up...
llanwydd llanwydd: I think I've heard his name mentioned with FST
mrmuckle: I thimk I remember him being at the FM studio
principlepoop: shut up catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood shuts up.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood your mainspring has done sprung
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
cease: i dont know this either
Stickman: You've had many strange afflictions, young lady.
Elayne: You don't know the half of them, Stickman. ;)
Stickman: Thank God for that!!!
mrmuckle: I'm also suffering from shortness of cash...
principlepoop: can you pointme in the direction of a good ointment?
Stickman: and pants?
Bambi: well, it's time for my obligatory drink :-)
cease: is this an xm show?
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a Toasted Almond
||||||||| Catherwood hands Bambi a toasted almond.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Bubba's Brain', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, pour Bambi an Obligatory
||||||||| Catherwood brings bambi an obligatory.
Elayne: In all seriousness, Prinpoop, I quite like Savlon. Every time we have a friend visit England we ask them to bring some back.
mrmuckle: the good ointments are just across the aisle from the bad ointments!!!!!!
principlepoop: and why are you drinking bambi?
Elayne: Hey Bubbas!\
principlepoop: ahhh bubba
Bambi: thank you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
Bubba's Brain: Hey, E!
Merlyn: no Cat, no Ossman
Dexter Fong: Hi Bubba
Bambi: hi Bubba
Elayne: We're not drinking Bambi! She likes it that way!!
Dexter Fong: This is a great ND episode
cease: i wonder what this is?
llanwydd llanwydd: what the hell is this toasted almond the catherwood is always brining?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear llanwydd llanwydd
principlepoop: ma hot ma?
llanwydd llanwydd: I mean bringing
Bambi: you just gotta love a polite bot
Dexter Fong: Cat: Freditor offered this...a collection of Nick Dangers from various sources
Bubba's Brain: So... did I miss much?
cease: this from the 3 faces of Al era?
cease: i wonder why i didnt get it?
Rotonoto: the Ossman off doing NPR era
Stickman: It's time to find a bunch of guys that dress alike and follow them around. Later Kids! See you on the Funway!
Merlyn: I think so, cat, the ossman-less era
||||||||| "Hey Stickman!" ... Stickman turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:05 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bambi: it's my favorite drink llanwydd ... toasted almond ... Kahlua, Amaretto, Cream ... and sometimes a splash of Vodka for good measure...but I don't think it's in the original recipe
Dexter Fong: Night Stick, come back when you can stay longer
Merlyn: bye stickman, don't get stuck
principlepoop: stick it to them stickman
mrmuckle: Nite, Sticky
cease: stick
mrmuckle: stack
principlepoop: a fast stick
Bambi: night Stickman
llanwydd llanwydd: I'm sure I've had those things, bambi
mrmuckle: stuck
cease: the era of their flick
cease: i forget its name
Elayne: Dang, I was so busy blogging about Stickman I didn't have a chance to say goodbye...
cease: missing yolks? this is from that flick
principlepoop: use savlon bambi, It will clear up your toasted almonds
Rotonoto: hey, is that your stick of gum?
Bambi: they taste kinda like butter pecan icecream
llanwydd llanwydd: yeah, rum can have a good effect on desserts
mrmuckle: you don't want to mount the elevator boy?
principlepoop: toasted pecans is that pee-kans or peek-ans?
Elayne: LOL, Prinpoop!
Rotonoto: Case of the Missing Yolk?
Bubba's Brain: he goes up and downand up and down...
Dexter Fong: Must be a Lapp Dancer
cease: sounds like an actual radio show
principlepoop: don't egg him on
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:08 PM, dragging klokwkdog by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
mrmuckle: while everyone else goes in and out and in and out
Bubba's Brain: On Long trips, I use a pee-can....
Rotonoto: no, he's a Lapp caribooooo musher...
Dexter Fong: Hi Yo-Yo, how's your ma?
principlepoop: click goes the klok
llanwydd llanwydd: yo, klok!
Bambi: you choose ppoop ... I generally say pe caans (that would be a short e)
Bambi: hey Klok
Rotonoto: caribooooo...
klokwkdog: wow, big crowd
cease: this sounds like the digitial diner kinda stuff
Bubba's Brain: hey klok
Bambi: but it apparently is a regional pronunciation
mrmuckle: I must say that Bambi is correct
klokwkdog: i see Stickman got here in time 4 Elayne, finally
Dexter Fong: Pirates of the Caribooan
principlepoop: Why are you being short with E bambi?
klokwkdog: howdy Bambi, poop, ilan, et al
Bambi: lol
mrmuckle: Yeah, al et and left, right?
Elayne: He's been lurking in here before? Oh dear. :)
Rotonoto: oh, I not al, I Roto
principlepoop: I got hit on the head by pecan, I thought somebody had thrown a rock at me lol
cease: someone you remember from the past, el?
principlepoop: it hurt
klokwkdog: ken sends his best, I'm sure; got an email from him early this PM saying he had to sleep, not chat
Dexter Fong: Elayne: He's been a k-nock k-nock k-nocking at yo do'
llanwydd llanwydd: klok, do you usually spell my name with an i? Its an L, actually
principlepoop: sleep well ken
Elayne: Oh yeah, Cat, I think he was a Four-Alarm FIRESIGNal person too...
llanwydd llanwydd: double L
klokwkdog: that i do ilan
principlepoop: I use both llan IIan lol
klokwkdog: very bade at speling
Dexter Fong: llan: We say double "hockey sticks"
Elayne: But you know, in those days one wrote letters and put out zines, so one didn't actually keep in regular touch the way one does nowadays, especially when referring to one as "one"...
llanwydd llanwydd: Looks like I talian
principlepoop: related to the stickman llan?
ah,clem: ...
llanwydd llanwydd: that's cool
Dexter Fong: Elayne's number *1*
Merlyn: clem speaks, sort of
principlepoop: ahh the man, howdy JL
cease: i have to get this
klokwkdog: you are number 6...
Bubba's Brain: he's just clearing his throat.
Elayne: I am not a number, I am a free man... oh no wait, I'm not that either...
klokwkdog: out of the silent clem...
llanwydd llanwydd: no, pp. don't think so
principlepoop: I am not a number, I am a poop
Bambi: yes, an anti-fading technique to be sure :-)
mrmuckle: I am not a number! I am a free man!
klokwkdog: hey, Disney is gonna bring out Narnia
cease: klok
klokwkdog: they must've beat Mel Gibson to it...
klokwkdog: hey, cat
ah,clem: hi PP and all
principlepoop: poor bottles, fedex for sevlon somebody
Bubba's Brain: Narnia is out of the closet?
cease: i didnt know narnia was gay
Bambi: they tried to pin a number on me, just once.
ah,clem: cannot refresh too fast, so I miss alot
Elayne: I wouldn't mind seeing a gay Narnia, but then I'm weird that way.
Bubba's Brain: Or out of the wardrobe....
mrmuckle: Pour bottles??? Don't they all?
principlepoop: I have seen that show once or twice while surfing, oops darnia
Elayne: I think it would be fabulous.
principlepoop: absolutely fabulous
klokwkdog: Bambi - i cannot stand specism. The whole equine world is beginning to organize against mistreatment, especially that stupid human game
Elayne: Bottles? It got so he'd drink anything...
Bubba's Brain: Rarrrrrr....
Bambi: lol
principlepoop: that was no sterno bum talking, but a respected law enforcement official
Bambi: well, I suppose pinning a number on you is better than putting an RFID tag under your skin ... but not by much
Rotonoto: I'm not a drinkin' man on duty, Mr. Cox- I swear to hell I saw it...
Dexter Fong: Donny Sterno, the FEMA agent who busted up John Gotti
Merlyn: get two cans of sterno, so you can have sterneo
mrmuckle: ...had him laffing his arse off
principlepoop: RFID? real firesign identification device?
klokwkdog: well, certainly they are divided over chipping, especially the high-income ones who are in constant danger from organized crime...
Merlyn: hey bambi, I program RFID readers now
Bambi: will likely be *root* ing out some of that sterno burn from Stony
principlepoop: harry cox
klokwkdog: LOL
llanwydd llanwydd: seekers! aztecs flew spaceships. follow the snake
klokwkdog: yeah, you can program them from 30, 60 feet away, Merlyn ;-)
principlepoop: you remember my friend clarence snake right?
Rotonoto: for copy protection, Press Here
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies bonemeister inside, makes a note of the time (10:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: here they're making a huge antenna for fish
Dexter Fong: Hi Boney
Bambi: well, Merlyn ... I guess I can't begrudge someone a job in this economy ... but REALLY LOL
Bubba's Brain: Merl -- RFID Readers? Are they at least an interesting read?
principlepoop: ah boney, come on in, take off your skin and rattle around in your bones
Bambi: hi boney
cease: bone
klokwkdog: Merlyn, I think the networks are going too far. Fish have very little disposable income
Merlyn: mostly hex, BB
Rotonoto: Tear here ......................................................................................
llanwydd llanwydd: evenin, bone
principlepoop: baby let your hair grow long
bonemeister: bonz?
cease: elayne, have you ever heard this before?
klokwkdog: and most of them are still in school most of the day
Bubba's Brain: Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble -- how does your garden grow?
mrmuckle: what/where is this pc from???
Merlyn: their biggest customer is for tracking fish in the pacific NW
principlepoop: reuben shakesaspear
bonemeister: http://globalia.net/donlope/fz/lyrics/We're_Only_In_It_For_The_Money.html#Ugliest
Bubba's Brain: Tracking Fish? I often have had trouble tracking Fish.
Dexter Fong: Clem: When you get a chance, can you identify the source for this program?
cease: bergman's radio free oz was a call in show
klokwkdog: a lot of private investigators now use those tracking fish
Elayne: Only half-listening, Cat. I'm multi-tasking. Just blogging a pretty cool article.
Elayne: Be right back.
llanwydd llanwydd: It's ten o'clock. Do you know what time it is?
Merlyn: fish can be slippery
Dexter Fong: Cat: This is much later than RFO
Rotonoto: it's the fish oil...
cease: this is 80s
principlepoop: abe vogoda vagoda begoda begonia
Bambi: well, I hope they are tracking them for educational purposes ... would hate to think anyone would use RFID to help them track them for killing
mrmuckle: Good 1 LLan
klokwkdog: it's a good idea, Merlyn, but they will still register for benefits in more than one county
cease: but they have that experience of doing call in shows in 67/68
cease: maybe other gigs i know nothing of
Bambi: what time is it Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:22 PM"
klokwkdog: Bambi - what about red herring?
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Random Fish Kills are more sporting? =)
Bubba's Brain: Catherwood, can you play Morris Day and the Time?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:22 PM, precisely!"
cease: this is the same era as their yolk flick, i forget the year but 80 something
principlepoop: no schools left behind
bonemeister: it's frightening that he played an old man so many years ago
klokwkdog: hey, I knew Random Fishkill when I lived on LI
cease: i wonder if this is a promo for that?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, sing Night and Day by Cole Porter
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
klokwkdog: well known town official in Great Neck
Merlyn: and their team cheer is "GO FISH!"
ah,clem: is Firesign Radio from 1983, Dex, that is really all I have about it right now, the write up is on another disk
mrmuckle: Ah. Thanks, cat
Bambi: well, maybe for you Dex .. but some folks seem to think they should have a fish finder of some kind ...
Elayne: Okay, just finished. Cool picture up on my blog now (http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com)
principlepoop: ahhh and fish sticks, it all fits together like a chinese enigma sutherland movie
bonemeister: my favorite humor is self-defecating
klokwkdog: sigh. that's why you hire a tracking fish -- to find the fish you want
Dexter Fong: Bambi: I douse for fish
Dexter Fong: Thanks Clem =)
principlepoop: effluency
llanwydd llanwydd: how long have you lived in NYC, Dex?
Bambi: will definitely check it out later Elayne ... after JL's not streaming
klokwkdog: Ash, that is a triple word score
Bubba's Brain: So, you're a fish finder?
Dexter Fong: llan: Since 1958
mrmuckle: and i fish for louse
llanwydd llanwydd: cool
cease: great pic, el
Dexter Fong: Klok: Well done, draw three tiles
klokwkdog: llan - but it hasn't affected his appetite
principlepoop: finding fish since 1958? that is a lot of fish
cease: this is from your era of discovery of firesign, el
Merlyn: I've been on the london eye, E
cease: the 80s
klokwkdog: no way, Dex -- I just buy them at Home Depot
llanwydd llanwydd: lol, klok
Merlyn: ok, what movie has "abie the fishman"?
llanwydd llanwydd: I haven't lived in the 1950s
klokwkdog has no idee
principlepoop: star wars M?
Rotonoto: self defecating? streaming? why did I ask for fetishism, I could have had 'sweeties of the roaring twenties'
principlepoop: you need to get out more llan
llanwydd llanwydd: I was born during the Kennedy administration
Merlyn: "Animal Crackers" with the Marx Bros.
klokwkdog: I haven't lived in the '50s since the '50s. Down! Down, Mamie Eisenhower, Down!
principlepoop: animal crackers in my fish soup
Rotonoto: this is Argument, Abuse is down the hall, 4A
Dexter Fong sings Aminal Crackers in my soup, lions and tigers loop the loop..
mrmuckle: It is time to grab my entrenching tools and stoke up the ol burner, food-wise. Nitol!
klokwkdog: nite Mr. M
Rotonoto: I was bored during the Kennedy administartion
||||||||| At 10:27 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, mrmuckle!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Night MM, good to see you again
klokwkdog: happy din-din (he said, eating his)
principlepoop: good luck with the muck mrmuckle
Elayne: I think I'll be moseying as well...
llanwydd llanwydd: got mail. brb
Merlyn: byE
cease: you dont recognize this, el?
principlepoop: don't be short E
klokwkdog: nite E
Bambi: I haven't lived in the 50s since I can almost remember
bonemeister: 'scuse me for a few. I'll be wasting my energies--energies better spent, needless to say--composing an obscure usenet flame--a farm league simulation of CROSSFIRE--a show mercifully canceled
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
principlepoop: E will sound like eh if you do
Elayne: Sorry Cat, I've never heard it before as I recall...
Elayne: Night!
Bambi: night Elayne ... great to see ya
||||||||| "10:28 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
klokwkdog can almost remember lots of things these days
bonemeister: brb
principlepoop: usenet flaming and coming straight here? you did not take a shower first?
Dexter Fong: after this
Bubba's Brain: Its E! Offline.
Bambi: there she goes ... right through the flower beds!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (10:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: hallow
principlepoop: through the french doors, I had not seen the french doors before
Dexter Fong: Wow! There's three of him
principlepoop: wb llan
klokwkdog: is there some reason for multiple llans or is he our multiple identity poster child tonight?
Merlyn: I think they were the 'freedom doors' for a while
Bambi: well, I knew they said if you want people to remember something, say it at least three times ... but really! llanwydd llanwydd llanwydd :-)
principlepoop: tripplettes,
Dexter Fong: llanwydd rottencrotch?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts doctec into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:31 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: thank you boys, thank you boys
principlepoop: beatle-juice, ringo cider, mccartney malt liquor
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc =)
Bubba's Brain: Hey all -- Lodestone announcement -- By this time next week we should have in finished product of Firesign's "Just Folks: A Firesign Chat" on CD, for sale in the catalog.
Bubba's Brain: hey doc.
doctec: hi gang
Bambi: there's no place like home *click* there's no place like home *click* there's no place like home *click*
Merlyn: hey doc
principlepoop: doc doc, give him something for his cough
Dexter Fong: Well done, Bubba
cease: wow, it's doctec!
Bambi: hey doc
doctec: i would've been here earlier but i was doing some freelance home pc maintenance work
llanwydd: hi doc
klokwkdog: hello DT -- must the the nearly-full moon or something
klokwkdog: all of the old-timers coming out of the woodwork
Rotonoto: OK Bubs- jes so long as its'n not a Sony...
principlepoop: caw caw
doctec: last week i was in huntley illinois for the week, helping my dad to get settled in his new place
Bubba's Brain: Take it where you can get it, Doc.
cease: good to hear you making money, doc
klokwkdog: DT - don't remove the Sony rootkit! ;-)
cease: how did that go?
klokwkdog: it will make the PC disappear
doctec: he had a flu bug when i got there, i caught it, and thursday was the worst day of it - sick as a dog doesn't begin to convey how bad i was
principlepoop: is that near brinkley illinois?
Bubba's Brain: No rootkits here.
principlepoop: ouch doc :(
doctec: klok: is that anything like basil fawlty saying "... and whatever you do, don't talk about the war!" ?
Bambi: got that right Roto ... and don't get me started lol ... but then again, don't need to it's all over the web and my blog LOL
cease: one bummer after another
Rotonoto: rootkits r us
cease: this is from eobe
doctec: pp: it might as well be :-)
llanwydd: well, folks, I must be drifting. I'll talk to you for a longer time next thursday
klokwkdog: DT - it's more like Woodstock: "Don't take the brown acid!"
Merlyn: OK llan
Dexter Fong: Night llan
principlepoop: sail on intrepid llan
Merlyn: doc, have you seen the proposed hand-cranked laptop?
klokwkdog: nite llan/ilan
doctec: lland: it's like ships passing through the knight
Bambi: night llanwydd ... great to see you too
Bubba's Brain: I've seen the hand-cranked radios.
klokwkdog: the $100 MIT thing?
principlepoop: there are too many cranks on the net already
Merlyn: yeah
doctec: merl: i heard about them - actually there's been talk of them for some time but it seems the u.n. is poised to actually get them in the hands of third world denizens
Bambi: we've got one of those hand-crank radios ... nice actually
Dexter Fong: I've seen a hand cranked Ice-cream maker
Bambi: saw one of those on the AMD site Merlyn
klokwkdog: poop - yeah, doing other kinds of cranking with their hands that you don't want to know about
Merlyn: I've seen a hand-cranked pencil sharpener
Dexter Fong: or was it an Ice-cream wanker
Rotonoto: boy, don't leave that radio in gear when you crank it!
principlepoop: the zimbabwe firesign fans can participate now
Bubba's Brain: I had a cranky laptop once... does that count?
klokwkdog: has anyone thought about getting those people in the third world things like food? medical care??
doctec: i bough my dad a battery operated l.e.d. flashlight with a built-in hand-crank charger
cease: lol, poop
klokwkdog: fresh water?
Dexter Fong: Roto: And always tern your mouse to the curbe when parking downhill
Merlyn: it sharpened hand-cranked pencils
cease: yes, this is a promo for yolks
doctec: i got high on crank once - well, not really -
klokwkdog: it just strikes me as arrogant and out of touch
doctec: i'm just making that up
principlepoop: we are getting cranked now
Bambi: yes, that would be much higher on the priority list, wouldn't it Klok?
doctec: "let them eat software!"
klokwkdog: indeed
Rotonoto: yeah, and a good computerist always slips on his keyboard cover in case it rains...
klokwkdog: half the world lives on $1/day and the last *&^% thing they need is a damn computer
Dexter Fong: But Klok: Think of the insight they'd bring to a game of "Doom"
cease: ah, freak was i thinkk the first mushroom play they wrote
cease: has another of my fave firelines
ah,clem: how about starting with getting the american people things like food and medical care.....
klokwkdog: right, Dex
klokwkdog: what has worked and is documented is that they can use cell phones. those can make a profound difference, but usually for those making $2-3/day
principlepoop: pinko commie ahhh, clem, let the poor millionaires get their tax cut
Dexter Fong: And they might like play Civizilation iv ...what a great leap forward
cease: how can you talk and type at the same time, ah?
principlepoop: that is the ticket fong, give them a clue
Bubba's Brain: I'm fading fast, yall. see ya later.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd llanwydd - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Bottles - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: if you think about it, a highly-evolved (and cheap) cell phone is a lot better than a computer
principlepoop: back in the vat bubba
cease: bub
klokwkdog: nite Bubba
doctec: nite bb - sorry i missed ya
cease: they did it on the radio, with millinos of people watching
Rotonoto: I must appear, however briefly, in Roto's kitchen...
Dexter Fong: Night Bubba
principlepoop: in public?
Bambi: night Bubba
cease: there was a show on pbs last week about tv and its predecssors and it had footage of folks staring at their raidos during the golden agd
Bubba's Brain: Yep,,, back to the vat of bubbling liquid.
klokwkdog: Roto - which act?
doctec: a cameo appearance?
Dexter Fong: Now appearing in Roto's Kitchen...the Champagne Gong Chef
klokwkdog: cat - I tried that a lot when I was a kid; never saw anything in there
doctec: chanpagne "long" gong
cease: doc, ah clem just played something from 83 that i had never heard and elayne said same thing
Dexter Fong: Cat: we had to stare at it, make sure the cats eye tuner fifn't drift
Bambi: *bork* *bork* *bork*
doctec: klok: just a lot of tubes and wires...
klokwkdog: however, I spent a lot of time looking at snow on empty TV channels, and eventually began to see colors there
cease: of course, you were therre, dex
klokwkdog: this was 'way before acid
Rotonoto: it's a walk on- I get a drink of water, then get to see the 'sea bat'
doctec: cat: well i missed it. lili's running kcrw rightnow
Dexter Fong: Cat: Right...I was there inside the radios of the men and women at war
principlepoop: I sit and stare at the chat like it is talking to me
cease: how is lili?
Rotonoto: no borking in the parking lot...
cease: they must have been happy to hear you, dex
principlepoop: brie bork
klokwkdog: DT - MBE is not archived - she can play it anytime for 24 hours!
Dexter Fong: Cat: I didn't talk..I just peered out thru the fabric covering the speakers
klokwkdog wishes his family had had enough money to afford a radio with a cat's eye indicator
doctec: klok: yeah, but the on demand and archived versions are crappy sounding real player files - the live feed is mp3 128kbps
Dexter Fong: MBE - More Better English?
cease: watching those original tv shows flashed me back to the hideous fashions of the late 40s and fifties
doctec: a big difference, esp. when it comes to listening to music on the web
klokwkdog: Morning Becomes Eclectic -- we're addicted to it Dex
Dexter Fong: Klok: What'd you have..the aggie indicator?
doctec: MBE - Morning Becomes Eclectic
Rotonoto: reality, I salutes ya...
klokwkdog: Dex - we were lucky to have tubes that got hot enough to glow
klokwkdog: in our family, we all lost our marbles early on...
cease: my family had an early tape recorder. it had this green eye kinda thing that blinked in time with input
Dexter Fong: Klok: You musta lived on the wrong side of the Wheatstone Bridge
doctec: ok i have the cni radio feed going on my laptop - separate from lili's desktop pc feed
klokwkdog: well, darn, DT - there's another showing of MBE at 5AM...
ah,clem: ...
klokwkdog: Dex - yes, I was always a little unbalanced
cease: this is freak for a week, you would have gotten this from me, if not others, doc
klokwkdog: it must've been that #47 lamp in one leg
Dexter Fong ,,,,'s back to ah, clem
cease: the "hero" of this piece is a lot like marc emery, our local prince of pot, coming to a jail Near You
Dexter Fong: Klok: Was that the Leg Lamp marked *fragile*
||||||||| Bubba's Brain departs at 10:47 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bambi: my parents had portable reel-to-reel tape recorders and when my Dad was in the army on tod they's send they'd record their messages on it and send it back and forth in the mail
Rotonoto: 'magic eye', cat
doctec: back in a minute
klokwkdog: no, #47s were quite rugged. all the bayonet base stuff held up fairly well
Dexter Fong: me 2
Merlyn: by Brain - did anyone notice he announced that "Just Folks" is coming back in print?
klokwkdog: Bambi - those were reel tape recorders
klokwkdog: they are selling a transcript?
Bambi: is that what they were called Klok ... they just looked like portable reel to reel to me as a kid
Bambi: they'd send the same tape back and forth lol
klokwkdog: yeah, not like those cheap Japanese cassette things
cease: i remember buying a portable reel to reel in ny in 64.
klokwkdog: ; always wanted a Nagra...
klokwkdog: sync! speed!
cease: didnt work too well. i was amazed it worked at all
Bambi: was great to hear my Dad though when you are missing him all the time ... especially at the holidays
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: that must've been nice, Bambi
klokwkdog: during WWII, they did that with record-it-yourself discs
cease: this is a riff on beat the reaper
Bambi: was only a few years before that Cat
Bambi: yes, it was Klok
cease: I'd like an orange. Or the sun.
cease: one of their best lines, but little known
Bambi: my Dad was honorably discharged for medical reasons in 64
Dexter Fong: and as the Orange sets slowly in the west.....
klokwkdog: were they in Orange County then?
cease: this green eyed thing my parents had predates me, so it might have been 40s
doctec: klok: right, there were record-it-yourself acetate disk cutters.. you'd put in the money, close the door to the booth and talk for like 10 minutes or something
cease: he just missed vietnam, eh?>
Dexter Fong: Doc: OR record Charlie parker
Rotonoto: walk, don't walk...
Bambi: yes, he was overseas in germany and then korea
doctec: charlie parker & the trio crammed into a tiny booth to record a 10 min jam - i can just see that
klokwkdog: most of the tuning indicator/signal strength tubes came into use in the late 1940s and persisted until the late '50s, Cat
Dexter Fong: Doc: The Bass & Drums were down stairs in the stair well, looking for an echo
Dexter Fong: echo
Dexter Fong: echo
Bambi: he brought some beautiful dolls and other things from his layover in Japan on his way home from korea
doctec: well it's time to clear the coffee table in the living room, chez lili is about to open for business
Rotonoto: yep, 'magic eye' tubes big in the 1940's, 50's
Bambi: he was coming home during that big quake in alaska
Dexter Fong: Cue the organist Doc
Bambi: their landing in alaska just missed the quake
doctec: so i gotta take off now. she's dishing out as i type.
cease: i wonder if it still works?
Bambi: from what I understand
cease: off you take
Dexter Fong: Whatta dish!
principlepoop: lava lamps
doctec: glad i could drop by tonight, if only for a short while
Dexter Fong: Night Doc...best to Lili
cease: great to see you againk however briefly
doctec: next week is turkey day - not sure what our plans are at this point
Dexter Fong: It's just a short drop
Bambi: enjoy doc and hi to lili
principlepoop: gobble gobble
doctec: but if i can drop by around the 9 or 10 oclock hour (est), i'll see whoever decides to show up
bonemeister: hey hey it's DocTechnical
doctec: happy turkey day (in advance) to all
Merlyn: nite doc
doctec: and remember to watch "this is your tryptophan"
Bambi: and to you too doc and lili
bonemeister: I hardly knew ye
principlepoop: thanks doc, just 3 words, cranberrys
doctec: nytol (mmmmmmmmmmmmmm........... pork chops!)
Dexter Fong: We're gonna celebrate Thanksgiving Philipine style...we roast a dog...drumsticks for all
klokwkdog: nite DT
||||||||| "Hey doctec!" ... doctec turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:57 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bambi: can't watch that doc, I'll be sleeping through it lol
cease: there was a break in this
principlepoop: gangabanga danga fong
bonemeister: this flame is taking longer than I thought it would... as usual
Merlyn: He broke the recording?
Dexter Fong: pp: YOU old fly by nighter
cease: i think where the recordist had to turn over the tape or something
bonemeister: brb
Rotonoto: he broke the president?
klokwkdog: pictures of different Magic Eye tubes - http://www.akh.se/tubes/eyes.htm
Rotonoto: look- the green one just winked at you
klokwkdog: ;-)
Dexter Fong: Klok: Those are pictures of my eyes, when I was inside people radios
klokwkdog: are those like Stalin Radios, Dex?
Bambi: broke the president? again?
Dexter Fong: Klok: We don't like questions, citizen
klokwkdog: Dex - they actually made them from the innards of Anchovy Eyes
Rotonoto: Radio Prism!
Merlyn: why can't they break the president we got now?
principlepoop: careful, or I will sick cheney on you, growl woof woof
klokwkdog: LOL, Roto
Dexter Fong sings "she's got Betti Davis's Anchovy Eyes"
klokwkdog: Merlyn - the warranty is out
principlepoop: it is irresponsible to question the president
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Rotonoto: arrrrr!
klokwkdog: poop - I think the media should leave him alone
Bambi: lol, ppoop
Rotonoto: when he comes back, everyone be reeeeeallll quiet and pretend we're not here...
klokwkdog: literally - stop going to press conferences and briefings
principlepoop: yes, or we will end up in secret prisons
klokwkdog: secret radio prisons?
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Rotonoto: man booked for killing ego
klokwkdog: are they near Radio Ranch?
Bunnyboy: hiya
klokwkdog: 'lo Bun
Dexter Fong: pp: They nationalized Club Meds around the world...turned them into Prisms
Bunnyboy: Rebendable shortstop, me.
principlepoop: hello bunnyboy
Bambi: hey bunny
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
klokwkdog: I thought I heard a Zepp going by
Rotonoto: hiya, howayah?
Bunnyboy: Here come the birds!
cease: that was a tube
principlepoop: who led zepp in?
Dexter Fong: I say "what's happening"
cease: hi bun
klokwkdog: eight miles high?
Bunnyboy: Blimp? You think this is a BLIMP?!?
cease: fee waybill
Rotonoto: aaayah tola ya so...
klokwkdog: yes, Colonel
cease: so the tubes worked with both sctv and firesign. i never knew that
Dexter Fong: Bun: No, I thought this was a Blimpie...can I get one of them 12 foot heroes?
klokwkdog: only in Moscow, Dex. Only in Moscow
principlepoop: right as rain walter looool
Dexter Fong: Cats; They both sound better over tubed equipment
Bunnyboy: Dex: Ya gotta stand in line! Wait for your number to come up!
klokwkdog: my number never came up. that's how I got out
Rotonoto: don't bite into it- it's the Zeppelin tube, cleverly concealed in that sandwich!
Dexter Fong: Bun: But I pre-ordered
principlepoop: hold the mayo
Bambi: getting hoagie sandwiches at the DMV now?
cease: you can see later firesign albums aborning listening to this
klokwkdog: indeed
principlepoop: we can change the world
principlepoop: face reality
cease: mayo penisnose?
klokwkdog: brought to you by Cover Girl
Rotonoto: I'm faced...
Dexter Fong: Show Reality what kinda numbers you can get during sweeps week
klokwkdog: I'd like to teach the world to sing
principlepoop: ahhh the freak for a week
Dexter Fong: in perfect harmony?
klokwkdog: Dex - yeah, if they're not all Coke-heads
Rotonoto: I'd like to teach the woreld to freak...
Bambi: Designer Caper Case....Murder
klokwkdog: Encino?
Dexter Fong: Klok: We prefer the term "Italian Drug Addicts"
principlepoop: I heard that too lol
Bambi: too late Roto
principlepoop: ralph was in encino lol
klokwkdog: i'm glad they rewrote that part
cease: i lived next door in sherman oaks. my father's ford dealership was ralph's competition
principlepoop: tweaked it
klokwkdog: shoe!
Dexter Fong: Give us the time Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood hands us the time.
||||||||| 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 Dave disembarks at 11:09 PM.
cease: made me really enjoy spoilsport parody
Dexter Fong: Hey Dave
Rotonoto: here she is, your Komodo Dragon...
cease: hey, it's dave
principlepoop: ahh dave
Dave: evening all, I am done with this quarter as of Monday! yay! how is everyone?
Bambi: whole litter of kittens in every can...
Dexter Fong: We're good, how are you?
Bambi: hi Dave
principlepoop: super dave, roanoke is fine
cease: when does next quarter start?
principlepoop: kitty litter?
Merlyn: 25% hooray the
Merlyn: then
Dave: next quarter starts the 3rd of Jan.
Dexter Fong: "sings Dime, is on my hands
bonemeister: Any Fresno State Bulldogs football fans in here?
principlepoop: huh dave?
cease: you have a good vacation then, right after you started school
principlepoop: what a scam, serious holiday for the ah, holidays
cease: is this missing shoe?
bonemeister: I wonder if Austin is a Bulldogs fan
Bambi: so how was the first semester Dave?
klokwkdog: not on your life, Cat
principlepoop: no, that goes on the other foot
klokwkdog: this is Something Else
Dexter Fong: pp: Dave is going to school in Colorado, its female harrassment break
Dave: yeah Cat, it's not really like I just started, and this is a strange cat comercial
cease: no, i definitely have this
principlepoop: ewww dead dog catfood
Dave: it's been good bambi, just got the english paper turned in today so I'm a lot better than I was last night
Dexter Fong: Cat: This is also on Fred's compilation of Nick Danger programs
cease: ive heard this
Rotonoto: my cat heard that and left...
Dexter Fong: also part of the three faces of al (kind of an out=take)
Bambi: I bet you are ... those last minute papers are always taxing on the nerves
Rotonoto: those last minute taxes are murder on the papers, too...
principlepoop: I always concluded my reports with the words, "and then I woke up"...
Dave: I usually like to think that I can do a paper, that I have the knowledge and the balls, not this time, for the first time I really just wanted to give up, but I got it done, even if it was very bad
Bunnyboy: Sorry for the low input. My multi-tasking is pulling...me...away...
principlepoop: you are a college student now dave
Bunnyboy: I'll check back next week, troop. Happy happy!
principlepoop: this is new to me on cni
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
cease: its good that it challenges you, dave.
principlepoop: ciao bunny
cease: you dont want to do easy stuff all the time. boring
Bambi: night Bunny
cease: bun
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "11:17 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
klokwkdog: nite Bun
Rotonoto: write engris' paper, troops!
Dexter Fong: pp: Released by Firezine's Freditor on a cd called "The Lost Nick Danger Files"
cease: but that friesing radio he just played wasnt from that, eh?
principlepoop: rococo's laugh is iconic, something like that
Dave: it's not that I don't mind a challenge, I just rushed in to this prompt and had a lot on the mind besides this, so really I couldn't concentrate
Dexter Fong: pp: The earlier ND episode, ND meets E.T. was included but edited down to just the ND episode
Bambi: yeah, but you got through it Dave ... will be easier next time
Rotonoto: released by Ffeditor, it wandered the streets, tossing off the odd ad lib...
cease: yes, ah clem seems to have scored the source. hopefully he'll part with it
Dave: I like the thinkin' Bambi
Bambi: lol
cease: he was actually here on chat a few monthes ago, as i recall
principlepoop: or the ad odd lib
Dexter Fong: Cat: Fred? I think probably not....see him once in a great while on FS NG, but it's been a *real* long time since he's been on chat
Rotonoto: all praise Leroy Tirebyter
Dave: what's this god's office thing? never heard of it
Dexter Fong: praise...praise....praise
Bambi : smiles
cease: yes he was here. i told him i'd recently been to maryland. he didnt seem interested
Rotonoto: goodness, clem- where'd ya get all this groovy material?
Dexter Fong: Ok Cat: Hard to forget that kind of response =))
Rotonoto: I was interested (but museum averse)....
klokwkdog: roto - the regrooving place
principlepoop: you have been to maryland cat?!
cease: i had thought of maryland more as john barthesque but the part i was in was just suburban dc
Rotonoto: he wuz hewer, but his Takoma Park friends (fiends) hogged him
Dexter Fong: pp: sure! Cat: show him your crab cake
cease: yes i visited some aussie friends and original chattter, richard arnodl. alas, not rotonoto. this was in may
principlepoop: what is the name of the funny turtles they have there?
Bambi: I am not sure where he got all of it, but he got the Truss CDs from Charles Throat
principlepoop: turpins? tarpins
Dexter Fong: pp: Huey ...Dewey...and Slowey
Rotonoto: terra pines
klokwkdog notes that, to a first approximation, all of Maryland is just suburban DC...
cease: i had some suprisingly tastelss crab cakes and lobster at an "expensive" seafood place in dc with a guy from alt.firesign
Rotonoto: werps'?
Dexter Fong: klok: then you don't know the eastern Shore
Rotonoto: twerps
principlepoop: those are helicopters, you got water coming out them and all kinds of things
cease: on the other hand, i had some fantastic tapas downtown dc, better than i could get in vancouver
cease: i dont think i have this play
Bambi: gotta go to the shore somewhere in VA to get really good crab cakes :-)
klokwkdog bristles; many the time he's trudged down the Eastern Shore. It's become the same mess, just like Charles County...
Dexter Fong: afk for national security _______________ reasons
Rotonoto: terps
principlepoop: hair lita
principlepoop: there are maryland lobsters?
bonemeister: gnite yall
principlepoop: I thought it was a right to work state like virginia
principlepoop: night bone
||||||||| Around 11:27 PM, bonemeister walks off into the sunset...
cease: bone
klokwkdog: they control all the rackets, poop
Bambi: night boney
klokwkdog: nite bone
principlepoop: even the shrimp?
||||||||| 11:28 PM: otonotoR jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
principlepoop: elcomew ackb oto
Bambi: yes, those lobsters have a right to work, right up till you throw them in the boiling water ... I heard recently that they actually scream ... didn't know that ... not sure I want lobster anymore.
cease: he must be chinese
otonotoR: damn cheap ISPs
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
principlepoop: they clam up normally bambi, just like ah, well, clam
Bambi: night Dave
cease: dave
otonotoR: ..
Bambi: lol ppoop
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
otonotoR: ..
Dexter Fong: Night Boney
Dexter Fong: olleH, otoR
Bambi: --- ... --- ... ---
Merlyn: you're so-so?
Dexter Fong: Bambi furrows her ?three? brows?
principlepoop: michelle is a real girl?
otonotoR: ..
Bambi: piddling with morse
principlepoop: yum, put more morse on my piddling please
Dexter Fong: otoR, em dniheb eeht teg
Bambi: grated or shredded?
principlepoop: french cut, if you please
Dexter Fong: Pulverized Morse, shot from Quakers
Bambi: lol
||||||||| Catherwood leads ah, hell into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:35 PM, then departs.
cease: is this a norman corwin play?
principlepoop: God going to a bar?
Bambi: howdy, ah, hell
Dexter Fong: Ah, hell....ah, hell
principlepoop: ahh hell hell
Merlyn: sieg hell
ah, hell: somebody please kick Roto and his mirror clone
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off otonotoR at 11:36 PM
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Rotonoto at 11:36 PM
Bambi: ah, hell ... you always in the habit of bribing catherwood with pennies?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bambi and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: Heck!
Dexter Fong: Thin mustacheod man seeks heiller
ah, hell: Merl, yer site is too damn smart
principlepoop: ha lehh
principlepoop: are you alive catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood ignores principlepoop
Dexter Fong: Yeah Merl...waddya got to say to that
ah, hell: or more likely, I'm too damn dull,,,
Merlyn: how so, rotohell?
ah, hell: Tear off here.....................................................................
Dexter Fong: Merlyn....sees all.....knows all..
Merlyn: If you log in with the same IP address, you can log in with the same name
cease: this is really corwinesque
Bambi: never happen Roto :-)
Dexter Fong: Merl: I think it comes under the heading of "artistic expression"
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me Toasted Almond
||||||||| Catherwood brings Bambi toasted almond.
ah, hell: I guess Firefox memory insisted on always logging me back on as otonotoR
principlepoop: ahhh banana dakaris
cease: this sounds like ossman in minneapolis
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please tour a posted amonge
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: He's such a dick
Bambi: lol
||||||||| Rotonoto waltzes in at 11:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, Drop your knickers
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and yells "My ears are burning..."
Rotonoto: ..
Dexter Fong: BW; otoR
principlepoop: ahhh rotonoto
Bambi: actually wouldn't that be he's such a Nick ... Danger
Rotonoto: Doctor, doctor, I can see again!
Dexter Fong: Ah...Dick 'n Anger...vaudevilles first insult team
Rotonoto: ah, hell, now I can't hear
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: "Hey 'nAnger, who was that woman I saw you with last night,,,,Hey Dick, that was no woman,,,that was your momma!
principlepoop: kay carol
cease: peter stenshoel
cease: the producer of neal amid
Rotonoto: that was very good, clem!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah...caught that
Bambi: Toad Away .... already!
Dexter Fong: What the hell was it, Clem....We need titles, station IDs, dates
principlepoop: that was far out and groovy ahh, clem
klokwkdog: amen
klokwkdog: good show, Clem!
principlepoop: now toad away
Dexter Fong: Perch and rotate on you samitary pedastals
Bambi: thanks Clem! Enjoyed it as always!
Rotonoto: drop your load on the giant toad...
Dexter Fong: Muchas gracias Clemito
principlepoop: oh nick you're such a tool
Bambi: Hope we get all the Toad Away this week ... so hard to guess how much lag will be on dialup
principlepoop: oui, tres bien et merci bcp mon ami ahh, clem
klokwkdog: got thru it all, too
Rotonoto: t'anks clem
Dexter Fong: that's right, Nancy, I'ma black & Decker Home tool shop in a Box
cease: great stuff tonight, clem
ah,clem: good night all, and thanks for turning us on
Bambi: hey we didn't redial during the show either ... cool
principlepoop: silence is golden, but my eyes can see
principlepoop: you turned me on JL, thanks
cease: a treat as always, clem
Dexter Fong: Nancy: Wanna see my reciprocating sander?
||||||||| Dave enters at 11:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Rotonoto: Heinz and Golda Clutchshifter would be beside themselves with jealousy
principlepoop: but I must listen more carefully and stop chatting when it is new lol
principlepoop: wb dave
Dave: well all I am really tired, so gonna call it a night, see you all next week when there will be more time
cease: dave
cease: ok dave
||||||||| ah,clem hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ah,clem?! It's 11:48 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Rotonoto: I named my box "In"...
klokwkdog: congrats on Semester 1, Dave
principlepoop: ok dave, good luck on grades
Bambi: wb Dave
Dexter Fong: Roto: And that's Heinz wearing that lovely Goatskin Body bag beside Golda dressed as always in the Flag of Israel
Bambi: night Dave ... enjoy your holiday
Dave: byebye
||||||||| Dave leaves to catch the 11:49 PM train to Colorado.
Dexter Fong: Night Dave:
principlepoop: he is going to colorado and not hellmouth this time
Dexter Fong notices Dave is not on campus
cease: dave has left the campus
principlepoop: bmoc oops that was in bad taste
Dexter Fong: Bursar: Dave's not here, man
cease: lol
Dexter Fong: pp: How did you know Dave was a dwarf?
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off ah, hell at 11:51 PM
principlepoop: b was for blind fong, slap me
Dexter Fong slaps pp with a Holy Mackerel
principlepoop: I have repented, with a mackeral mark on my forehead
Dexter Fong: ...slips a Hot Tuna under his guard
Dexter Fong: ...thumbs him in the Anchovy Eyes
principlepoop: I blocked the hot tuna with my cod
cease: was that heaven, or....
Dexter Fong: ...smokes him like a Boston scrod
principlepoop: jefferson was well hemped
Bambi: hate to do it but I've got to get some rest ... great to see you all!
klokwkdog is running off the rails here and must go watch great French Cinema
||||||||| firecat tiptoes in around 11:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: nite bambi
Dexter Fong: Bambi: To get proper rest...lie down
klokwkdog: nite Bambi
principlepoop: keep your almonds toasty bambi have a super week
Rotonoto: nite bam
cease: nite, bambi
klokwkdog: the rest of A Very Long Engagement awaits
principlepoop: hello firecat
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
Bambi waves
cease: with audrey?
Dexter Fong: Au voi, Klok
klokwkdog: ...so it can return to Blockbuster tomorrow. Oh, how the mighty have fallen
principlepoop: long may she wave
Bambi: you too!
cease: i want to see that
klokwkdog: yes, cat
||||||||| Bambi leaves to catch the 11:55 PM train to Billville.
Dexter Fong: Hello firecat
klokwkdog: it's interesting
firecat: can anyone tell me what album the story of the "fire breathing dragon" story is on? Years ago I heard it but can't remember the name. HELP
: ..
Rotonoto: ..
klokwkdog: but it reminds me of that film where the actress' fiance is shot at the beginning and she spends the rest of it killing off the hunters who accidentally shot him
cease: firesing fire breathing dragon?
Dexter Fong: Fire: That title doesn't ring a bell, sorry
principlepoop: you pooped the poop with that one firecat
klokwkdog: fire breathing dragon?
Merlyn: hmm, clem got messed up?
cease: could be on a lets eat or dear freinds show where they read a lot of stuff
klokwkdog: sounds like The Hobbit, not FST. huh?
Rotonoto: I guess that's a good Firesign Theatre question, yes?
Dexter Fong: Nick Danger meets Harry Potter?
cease: that what i thought
firecat: I think so. I seem to remember it being a Sgt. Friday story, Dragon-net.
principlepoop: what happens in the story?
cease: sounds like johnny carson
cease: yes im sure that's it
Dexter Fong: Fire: That's Allan Freed doing St. George and the Dragonette
klokwkdog: you mean Stan Freburg's St. George and the Dragon takeoff?
cease: dragnet st. geoerge and dragon. definitely carson
Rotonoto: well, unless it was a Nick Danger story...
cease: ok, there were lots of them
Merlyn: stan freeberg did that in london before Firesign went there
Dexter Fong: Klok: Right, Freburg...Allan Freed was the King of R&R
cease: recently/
firecat: Could be. I remember a "woman" saying "one great big eyeball in the middle of his forehead, and a like that"
cease: yes freeberg was just there
principlepoop: no alan funt did candid camera
cease: yes of course i remember the stan freberg one
Dexter Fong: Freburgs parady goes back to late 50's IIRC
Merlyn: yep, that's st. george and the dragon-net
cease: yes
klokwkdog: firecat - check Wikipedia under Stan Freburg, which has info on his takeoff. Yes, it was a Dragnet parody
cease: youre right, the carson one was about a stolen clock
klokwkdog: should be a cinch to find that on CD or as MP3
Rotonoto: stream of water emerges from plastic flower, extinguishes dragon flame...
firecat: thanks heaps!
cease: oh, little flower wilting away
Dexter Fong: Interestingly, FST on a DF program got into how you cath-a dragon...with dragon net
klokwkdog: I think it was about 1955
Rotonoto: Alan Fun emerges from hiding...
klokwkdog: no, heaps was the Alan Turing parody
cease: didnt his radio show replace benny?
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
klokwkdog: I forget who did that, maybe the Goons
principlepoop: u kippa heap
klokwkdog: Cat - his show didn't last too long, 56-57
Rotonoto: Catherwood, you're only twenty minutes fast tonight
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Rotonoto and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Dexter Fong: with Alan Sad his twin brother now in a come, it was safe for him to resume his life as a wealthy young man about town
cease: i have memories of listening to it
Merlyn: wow that's only two minutes
Merlyn: like 8:56 to 8:57?
cease: but i'm not sure of its 50 year old memories or memories of having heard the shows later on fen, much more likely
klokwkdog: Dex - were they the guys who hung out with Punch and Judy?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, perch and rotate on you sanitary pedestal
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
cease: same with benny of that era
klokwkdog: projected hoe-handle production for fiscal year 56-57, Merlyn
principlepoop: hah, you got him good catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to principlepoop and mumbles "oh, fuck off principlepoop!"
klokwkdog: acrobats on radio
Rotonoto: benny and the jets- all 39 of 'em
Dexter Fong: Klok: Mickey and Judy, their father had a barn you see....
klokwkdog: catherood
klokwkdog: atherwood
Rotonoto: cathodic
principlepoop: he had a career selling broken radios to deaf people before that
Dexter Fong: Ha Ha pp, lol
cease: elton john's last good song
Rotonoto: sacrificail anode...
Rotonoto: cat- yep!
Dexter Fong: Cathodic girls grow up much too late
principlepoop: jesus blows ballons
Dexter Fong: WBWJB = What Balloon Would Jesus Blow
klokwkdog: Roto - saw some pictures of a new thermal transfer liquid, only it completely melts aluminum. Dang, the picture looked like something out of Alien
Rotonoto: jesus saves- and spends it all on one wild holiday weekend at the mall...
klokwkdog: as in 2 minutes
Rotonoto: klok- wat good if'n it melts your heat stink? eh?
principlepoop: cool klok, where can I get a jar of it?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, take two minutes
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Dexter Fong: ..and stick 'em
klokwkdog: http://www.frostytech.com/news.cfm
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, you gettin' any?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and asks "Did you want something?"
Dexter Fong: Not You, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and says "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
principlepoop: stickman is back already with his reel to reel fishing reel?
klokwkdog: well, you're supposed to use this stuf with...copper
Rotonoto: sneaky
Dexter Fong: Ron Popiel's Stickman
Rotonoto: eats alu minium, eh? way kewel
Dexter Fong: A real swell "little" guy
cease: who is stickman?
klokwkdog: I went looking for some cotton swabs to try and clean up the surplus. With my return... horror! The two small parts of Aluminum on either side of the copper had turned a black color. I tried to remove the "Liquid Metal" with the cotton swab but could not. The aluminum was completely oxidized... and looking at it more closely I realized then that the Aluminium was "boiling!!!"
principlepoop: red lines define the dimensions... that is scary lol
Rotonoto: yikes! shades of "Alien"
cease: how convenient
Dexter Fong: Thank God we're an all Pottery family
klokwkdog: yep
Dexter Fong: Harry Pottery that is
cease: harry?
klokwkdog: I guess it's like not putting metal in the microwave: you just learn not to
cease: Harry Tirebiter!
Rotonoto: hairy?
Dexter Fong: Actually, Hairy Pottery....all items rolled in horsehair before firing
klokwkdog: is it even worth looking at those books?
principlepoop: dr harry cox, call me harry
cease: which?
Rotonoto: in a playful moment, Dex's Hairy Pottery is born...
Dexter Fong sees Donald Trump...he's fired
Dexter Fong: and his ugly hair too
Rotonoto: pottery hairpieces our specialty...
klokwkdog: ok, my goose is definitely cooked here, so I must go watch audrey pretend to be in the 1920s
principlepoop: what kind of kiln do you use at your hairy pottery fong?
Dexter Fong: Roto: And dishwasher safe too
cease: off you goose. coming, audrey!
klokwkdog: will chat with those of you who show on Thur., depending on what comes up
Dexter Fong: Klok: You mean Audrey Farber?
principlepoop: use a meat thermometer klok
klokwkdog: goodnight everyone!
klokwkdog: Audrey Tautou
Rotonoto: we don' need no steenkin' christmas potteries dabbed with seeds an' mud...
principlepoop: ahh betty jo bjilowoski
klokwkdog: yes, I have a neat thermometer
Dexter Fong: pp: A dutch kiln
Rotonoto: nite...
||||||||| 12:12 AM -- klokwkdog left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
principlepoop: have a super week klok
Dexter Fong: Ah deu, Klok
principlepoop: they have dutch kilns? what about all the dikes?
Dexter Fong: pp: we be kiln the dykes
cease: they go dutch
Merlyn: and portable dikes on bikes
principlepoop: you guys are kilning me
Rotonoto: dykes on bikes? where? where?
Dexter Fong: Women need bikes like women need bikes
cease: that's not a bike, that's my wife
Dexter Fong: That's not his wife, that's my Unicycle
principlepoop: take my bike, please
Merlyn: are dykes fish without bikes?
Rotonoto: was tha= he'll arrive on his silver bike an' blow yer mind?
principlepoop: and then we have trykes and quadrasikes
Dexter Fong: Dikes without Bikes 4th of May Protest Relay race
cease: still working for scale
Rotonoto: fly trnasworld airlinnes, get ya there on tiiiiiime...
principlepoop: bring you own kiln, fun for the whole family
cease: dono, your van is waiting
Dexter Fong: Fly transworld airlines...leave new york as a man...arrive in Denmark as a woman
principlepoop: I dono about that
Rotonoto: Roto still has little clay disk with five year old handprint gllaxed in for posterity...
cease: Morrison, your Gym is in the Van
Merlyn: see ya next week people, byeee
Dexter Fong: Leave Denmark as a woman...arrive in New York as a woman
cease: by merl
Rotonoto: fly in on a broom, rife out on a bus...
principlepoop: night M, you are the magic man
cease: havarti?
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:18 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night Merl...thanks for the hostage...hm or is that host-age
Rotonoto: nitey merl...
principlepoop: mmmm havarti, make a cheese log or fondu
cease: May I present the Danish ambassador, Dildo Havarti
Rotonoto: he's taking hostages?
Dexter Fong: Leave Denamark as a couple...return to Denmark as a fambly
principlepoop: bradshaw has run amok
Rotonoto: oh look, some danish cheese...
Dexter Fong: that's eseehc shinaD
principlepoop: something rotten in the state of denmark, ewww look at that cheese
cease: if the california governor ever went to denmark, it owuld only be to gropenhagen
Dexter Fong: cat: giggle
Rotonoto: well wash it down with strong coffee, Dex...
principlepoop: lets have a vote about it
cease: have a tuborg. have tu
Rotonoto: CA guv takes over Denmark, demands ransom...
Dexter Fong: Have a Cyborg, Tu
principlepoop: resistance is futile, futiility is resistile
cease: Ham? Let me
Dexter Fong: Resistile is the new miracle fabric that semi water resistant
principlepoop: carlsburg reiner
Rotonoto: ...and semi-stain releasing...
Dexter Fong: and Mel "you can pee into the" Brooks
cease: that's why we have the expression "bohr with me"
cease: i can't borh that
principlepoop: hemi-rip resistant
Rotonoto: history of the waste, part deux?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Bohr with me, Nils
Rotonoto: Nils is quite the Bohr...
cease: we await silent trieste's empire
principlepoop: they made me walk the planck
principlepoop: constantly
Rotonoto: Atlantis will rise ( else your nap...)
Dexter Fong: Maximally?
cease: post coitus, animal trieste
Dexter Fong: Bon Jour, Trieste
principlepoop: stamps are going up again, up with stamps
cease: bone bone bone
Rotonoto: when the still sea conspires an armor...
cease: throw them in boston harbour. make tea
Rotonoto: stamp m,y passport, man...
Dexter Fong: HOLD IT UP
cease: this photo doest look at all like you
principlepoop: nan tucket was crushed by the experience
Rotonoto: and her sullen and aborted officials breed tiny passports...
principlepoop: down to the sea in slips
Dexter Fong: the kind that get under your skin
Rotonoto: true biometrics are necessary...
Rotonoto: awkward instant, and the first biochip is jetisoned...
Dexter Fong: Biometry = The study of Men and Women
cease: no, that's called life
principlepoop: it scares me that I should fear fear
Rotonoto: in mute nostril agony, carefully reclined and denied restroom and smoking privileges...
Dexter Fong: Well...the long silence means it's time to leave them wanting Morse
cease: then dont
cease: are you off to science high?
principlepoop: just give them a light, they will follow it anywhere
Rotonoto: wait! Jim morrison wrote that, not the Fst- er, sorry...
Dexter Fong: Night Cumpadres...see yah next week...prolly somewhat late
cease: i'm just starting to listen to a thurman interview.
Rotonoto: nite all, sees ya soon...
cease: i'll go do that. see yall next week
principlepoop: toodles and I will toodle too, like a noodle
||||||||| cease departs at 12:29 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
principlepoop: ciaoo have a super week
||||||||| principlepoop departs at 12:29 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Rotonoto: get your hands off me- I'm a newsman- I gotta find out- Reeeeebusssss...
||||||||| It's 12:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| firecat - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:30 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rotonoto by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 12:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "3:43 AM and late as usual, it's anythyng, just back from New York."
||||||||| It's 3:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| anythyng - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

ah, hell
Bubba's Brain
Dexter Fong
llanwydd llanwydd
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Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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kend^/Dr. Headphones

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

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LeatherG & SO

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Ah, Clem and Bambi

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Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Bubba's Brain

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"