A Firesign Chat 10/19/2006 Archive

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 5:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for October 19, 2006 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:11 PM and Dexter Fong waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Guess I'll (be away) for a bit
Dexter Fong: Yep....(I'm away)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies MarkTween into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:22 PM, then departs.
MarkTween: HEY JL - Just tuned into CNI radio, and there's an echo in here...
MarkTween: Sounds like it might be the source material, since the people calling in to the show aren't being echoed.
MarkTween: The echo's stopped :-)
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'The Head of Mud', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
The Head of Mud: hmmmm
The Head of Mud: echo
The Head of Mud: echo
The Head of Mud: ECHO DAMNIT!
The Head of Mud: Sheesh
MarkTween: Helloooooooo
The Head of Mud: I bought that echo
MarkTween: My servants are in those echoes!
The Head of Mud: back when i was but a wee sprout
The Head of Mud: no, they were in those
The Head of Mud: not anymore
The Head of Mud: oh wow, im watchin a fight, and a hockey game broke out
MarkTween: lol
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:43 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs The Head of Mud by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:43 PM and Mudhead bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: there
Mudhead: thats not batter
||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM uptown bus from Bronx pulls away, leaving doctec coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: hello doctec
doctec: hey gang, i can't stay on right now, i have to deliver some stuff to lili
doctec: she's at the v.a. hostipal, she's been diagnosed with pneumonia
Mudhead: say hi to her from me
Mudhead: and good luck
doctec: and there's some kinda thing on her lung they want to look at
Mudhead: theyre breasts
Mudhead: i wanna look too
Mudhead )
doctec: i'll be back on later when i get back from the v.a.
Mudhead: in West Haven?
doctec: let everyone know thanks.
Mudhead: sure
doctec: yes in west haven
Mudhead: love ya both
doctec: thanks - ttfn - i'll try and check in later
||||||||| doctec rushes off, saying "8:47 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Mudhead: k
Mudhead: thats rather sad
Mudhead: but shes in the best hospital
||||||||| "8:52 PM? 8:52 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ah,clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ah,clem enters and sits on the divan.
Mudhead: hello ah, clem
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, dear friends'
ah,clem: hi Mud!
Mudhead: ty for the link
ah,clem: better link: 209.51.162.173:9534 bookmark that one
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 8:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mudhead: hello Bambi
ah,clem: for CNI live programs
Bambi: hi Clem, Mudhead, (Dex) (Tween)
Bambi: oh, no ... I must be deaf! I can' t hear FST !!!
Bambi smiles
Mudhead: ya, someones singin
Mudhead: doctec made a quick stop
Dexter Fong says "whattt?"
||||||||| 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 Merlyn gets out at 8:57 PM.
Mudhead: he sez lili's in hospital wif punomia
Dexter Fong says "whattt?"
Bambi: how's it going Mudhead?
Dexter Fong: Sorry?
Mudhead: I'll typ[e slower Dexter
Bambi: hey Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Sorry
Bambi: LOL Dex
Mudhead: hehe
Merlyn: hi - see I just missed doc, hope lili's ok
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Friends
Mudhead: doctec came in real quick
Bambi: oh, no! Doc, please tell Lili we are so sorry to hear about that!
Mudhead: ya, said he'd try later
ah,clem: hey Merlyn, need to change cni radio link to: http://209.51.162.173:9534/
Bambi: I hope she's OK ... that's very difficult to get over
Mudhead: Imma take a second to say to all our dear friends, mighty prayers go out to Lili
ah,clem: new server for live feeds
||||||||| 9:00 PM: cease jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Mudhead: as opposed to dead ones
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Mudhead: hiya Dex, cease
Bambi: LOL Clem ... it's Ringo's computer virus/OS parody ... he did a real nice job on that
cease: started early tonight?
Mudhead: im not hearin it
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 19, 2006 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Just kinda drift3ed in
Bambi: yes, mighty prayers indeed!
cease: lili? is there some news i don't know?
Mudhead: amen
cease: just heard from doc this morning
Dexter Fong: Clem, Bambi: I'm hearing like a Music show, am I in the wrong place? CNI-wise that is?
Mudhead: ok, its the right place
Mudhead: ssssssssssssssssssssssst
Bambi: nope, that's Ringo's computer virus/OS parody song ... just before EOBE begins :-)
Dexter Fong: But but It's the wrong time....
Mudhead: juss lettin the air out
cease: is there lili news?
Dexter Fong: ...andd the good air in
Mudhead: doc stopped in
Dexter Fong: Cat: ONly that she's in hospital with pneumonia
Mudhead: Lili's in the VA hospital
Mudhead: Hi
cease: oh no
cease: must have happened after i heard from doc around noon
cease: he didnt mention anything then
Mudhead: ya
cease: good to see her getting some veteran;s benefits
Mudhead: eobe is great!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and llanwydd bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: im trying to get them for my father who was in ww2, but remembers it not
llanwydd: happy ramadan
Bambi: yeah, sad news ... hope she's OK
Mudhead: hi llan
Dexter Fong: I gotta say that I approached tonight's chat with mixed emotions....always glad to chat with fire friends, conscious of the absence of Klok
llanwydd: some of you guys have been on quite a while
Bambi: hi llanwydd
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Mudhead: yes, i stay on it
Dexter Fong: I start early so I can stick it out
llanwydd: yes, klok's absence will be very obvious.
cease: indeed, dex
Mudhead: whats his news?
Bambi: yeah ... I think we are all feeling it Dex :-(
llanwydd: he was very funny and quick witted
Dexter Fong: KLok passed away, Mud
Mudhead: oh no
cease: i guess you didnt hear
Mudhead: farewell klok, see ya on the other side
Dexter Fong: There was mention of it, I believe, at alt.comedy.firesign etc
Mudhead: no, i hadnt
Bambi: There is a Memorial page for Klok on my blog: http://www.bambismusings.com ... across the top row under the header aquarium
Dexter Fong: Sounds fishy to me
cease: id like to post something on my blog. can i get klok's picture from you, merl?
Dexter Fong: Probably an obituary writer working for scale
Bambi: snag it from my blog if you like Cat
cease: best canuck flick i've ever seen is about an obituary writer for a vancouver paper
cease: how do i do that, bambi?
cease: its called Impolite
Dexter Fong: Picsnag.com
Bambi: there are several pictures there already and a few more that I got from Fred
Dexter Fong: or you could try snagpic.com
MarkTween: Evenin' all...
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween
Bambi: just right click on the image and choose save image as .. or equivalent in your browser from the menu
cease: is that software i have to install, dex?
Merlyn: hi tween
Bambi: hey Tween
cease: ok i'll try that, bambi
Dexter Fong: Cat: It's already in you ID implant
MarkTween: lol
MarkTween: We laugh now...
Mudhead: Bambi, thank you for a fitting memorial
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: ...and we laugh later
MarkTween: Indeed... nice work Bambi
cease: implant?
Dexter Fong: ...we can't help it, it's in the implant
MarkTween: Laughter on cue
Dexter Fong: Are these our cues?
Bambi: thanks ... I hoped it would be ok
Dexter Fong: lol
Dexter Fong: lol
MarkTween: Much better than OK :-)
llanwydd: yes and they must be dry by now
Bambi: Kewl :-)
llanwydd: pick up your queues
Dexter Fong emits a dry chuckle
MarkTween: Mind your peas and queues
Dexter Fong: Those aren't peas, those are braiding beads
MarkTween: Ya, rastaman...
cease: om mani padme pea
Dexter Fong: And they're 18th Century French, patined gold
llanwydd: well, padme!
Dexter Fong: Padme and Mike walked into a bar
cease: i saw enough of 18th and 17th century France in Quebec
Dexter Fong: they both ordered Irish whiskey
cease: maybe some 21st century France too
llanwydd: I've never been in northern quebec. just montreal
cease: i was just in montreal a few days ago
MarkTween: Big province, Quebec.
Dexter Fong: Small minds, Montreal
cease: beautiful city
llanwydd: I went into a diner in montreal and ordered a hamburger and a glass of milk
cease: reviwed on my blog
Bambi: I've been to the UP in MI, so I've been laterally in Canadian area, but not technically lol
MarkTween: Is there still a serious separatist movement?
Mudhead: Ive not realized so many dear friends are so close to New London
llanwydd: the chef was very reluctant to bring me ketchup because I was having a glass of milk
llanwydd: he said that's bad for digestion
Dexter Fong: He though you were going to make soup out of the ingrediants
llanwydd: that is definitely french cuisine influence
MarkTween: I see you and Clem are in South Carolina tonight, Bambi
Bambi: linky Cat? for the Cheese Log
Dexter Fong: Nice catch Bambi
MarkTween: Dex has seen an Elliot Gould movie lol
Bambi: loll that is too funny
MarkTween: Catch of the day, fillet of Bambi
Dexter Fong: Tween: Maybe even a couple...he made three didn't he?
cease: www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
llanwydd: I don't know what anyone liked about eliot gould
cease: i'll post tribute to klok as soon as i get his pic
cease: its hard to think of klok as having an image
Dexter Fong: He was fine in M*A*S*H
MarkTween: I forget which one it was where he asked for a cup of hot water and added catsup to make tomato soup.
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: took along time to do those asterisks
Bambi: ok Cat :-)
MarkTween: The mysterious Me. Klok
MarkTween: Yes, MASH is a true classic
MarkTween: Mr.
Dexter Fong: Tween: 1932 "Life in the Automat" early Frank Capra
llanwydd: ketchup is for burgers and fries and nothing else
MarkTween: Rented fingers this evening...
cease: a summer in massachusets will feel like a summer in south carolina
cease: someone on air america
Dexter Fong: llan: What are you, the Gourmet Nazi?
MarkTween: Sorry to disillusion you LL, but I use catsup on eggs all the time.
llanwydd: no ketchup for you
llanwydd: come back next year
cease: i only theoretically know what that means
MarkTween: lol - the soup nazi
Dexter Fong: When I catch up with you young man (pufrf) (puff0...
cease: good on hamburgers too
llanwydd: well actually I think ketchup is all right on scrambled eggs, very sparingly
MarkTween: Great Seinfeld episode
cease: hot dogs
cease: french fries
Dexter Fong: bELGIAN wAFFLES
llanwydd: mustard is for hot dogs
MarkTween: salmon
llanwydd: LOL
Dexter Fong: ohh look what io did
llanwydd: more like pittsburgh waffles
cease: i had hot dog with ketchup at jays stadium when i saw them play rcently
Bambi: on fried salmon cakes too (I know it sounds terrible but it's great)
cease: felt obligated. had a beer with it, something i rarely drink
Dexter Fong: Okay LLAN:
llanwydd: tartar sauce or lemon juice for fish
||||||||| Catherwood leads principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
MarkTween: lol - I was joking
Bambi: many like catsup/ketchup on hot dogs too
Dexter Fong: When putting pepper and cheese on a pasta dish, which should be used first
MarkTween: A moosehead, of course
principalpoop: evening
MarkTween: Evenin, P
cease: hash browns would be unedible without ketchup
Dexter Fong: A moosehead on pasta, absurd
llanwydd: I know. I'm joking. you can eat onions on chocolate for all I care
cease: poop
principalpoop: the fork on the outside fong
Bambi: tarter sauce or seafood sauce (catsup with horseradish) on fish too
Dexter Fong: No onions for you young man
cease: i don tkonw what kind of beer it was. the jays used to be owned by a brewery but i think theyre owned by someone else now
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
llanwydd: dex: the dish
MarkTween: a delicacy in some parts of Inuit country, I hear
Bambi: hi PrinceP
Dexter Fong: poop: there'll be no forking, inside *or* outside
principalpoop: intuitive county? next to obvious city?
MarkTween: lol
principalpoop: it is nice to be had
Dexter Fong: llan: deep
llanwydd: lol
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a toasted almond.
Dexter Fong: with some crust
Dexter Fong: ambivalent suburbs
principalpoop: i am becoming crusty oops rusty
llanwydd: an irish coffee for me catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood fors llanwydd.
Mudhead: one word pp, oil
MarkTween: For some reason, the "configure" option in the menu has stopped working, Merlyn (Firefox).
llanwydd: LOL
Bambi: I personally like mustard, onions and relish -- and if it's not cold, saurkraut (sp?)
principalpoop: olive oil hubba hubba
Dexter Fong Use the Fors, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and inquires "Did you need me?"
Merlyn: did it work before, tween?
llanwydd: yeah the works
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, fall on your light sword
||||||||| Catherwood falls on your light sword.
cease: this is a funny bit
MarkTween: Yep. Saurkraut's good on hot dogs.
principalpoop: on a dog?
llanwydd: and in my neck of the woods we put "michigan sauce" on hot dogs
MarkTween: Yes Merl
Mudhead: whats that?
cease: i remember bergman on an early radio show saying if you dont like a dylan album, wait awhile, you eventually will
Merlyn: what happens now?
llanwydd: It's somewhat like chili
cease: of course he said that in 67 or 68
MarkTween: I'll log out and rebbot to see if it's the program...
Dexter Fong: llan: Ever had Detroit salsa
MarkTween: Nada Merlyn
principalpoop: good luck tween
Bambi: what is michigan sauce?
||||||||| At 9:31 PM, MarkTween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bambi: ah ok
principalpoop: somewhat like chili
Dexter Fong: and rebbot to you to Tween
||||||||| Catherwood enters with MarkTween close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
principalpoop: i somewhat like chili
Bambi: wow, Macs reboot fast ;-)
MarkTween: Works now Merlyn. Must have been a bug in the Firefox session.
cease: Pinochet and Jeremy
Mudhead: is it a brand of condiment?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Oh I dunno, a always thought of you as a Thermidor Sauce
principalpoop: i love condiments
MarkTween: ribbit
Mudhead: http://www.cooks.com/rec/search/0,1-0,michigan_hot_dog_sauce,FF.html
principalpoop: Thermidor
Dexter Fong: echo?
cease: had the most amazing lobster in ottawa
Dexter Fong: Suacy ?
principalpoop: sloppy joe on a hotdog?
Merlyn: ok, thanks tween
Mudhead: chili wifout beans
MarkTween: free range lobster?
Dexter Fong: Cat: What? like four claws
Merlyn: I have enough bugs without firefox bugs
MarkTween: lol Dex
Mudhead: yumm, lobstah
Bambi: no fun without the beans lol
cease: id never had lobster used as an ingredient like that before. pic on blog
Dexter Fong: The Home of the Lobster with three tails
llanwydd: michigan sauce never has beans
Mudhead: whats the url cat?
Dexter Fong: The tale you tell your wife about your whereabouts
llanwydd: but it's often very spicy
cease: french restaurant with english name Signatures, just like Abramoff's restaurant in DC
Dexter Fong: The tale you tell the woman you're with
Dexter Fong: and,,,,
cease: www.seemrealland.blogspot.com, i think it's ottawa 3
Dexter Fong: Winnipeg Nil
llanwydd: np: l'Isola di Niente - Premiata Forneria Marconi
principalpoop: macaroni
Bambi: you eat microphones?
Dexter Fong: Shut up and eat you're fucking manicot'
MarkTween: Could you get FM with it LL?
MarkTween: lol Dex
Mudhead: Wheres the food on those plates?
llanwydd: you can get PFM with it
principalpoop: you can get sierra de frego
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tony
MarkTween: Hey Clem, better do some Morse...
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: and tierra del fuego
MarkTween: lol Mud
principalpoop: hi ahhh, clem
Dexter Fong: Morse Science?
principalpoop: fungo
Mudhead: hello
Dexter Fong: pepper
MarkTween: In the kitchen for a bit folks...
Mudhead: im afk for a few
Dexter Fong: wazzzz cookin'?
principalpoop: put the lemon in the coconut
Dexter Fong: and shake you're booty
MarkTween: Nothing that i'd mention in fromt of Cat lol...
llanwydd: PFM is an old italian band. they sound somewhat like genesis but you can't understand the words
Bambi: how is the new stream doing?
principalpoop: I thought it was a form of CRS
Dexter Fong: Nice and sharp and clear and...and...very lifelike.....and well worth the money
Bambi: are you all using the new streaming address for CNI Radio? http://209.51.162.173:9534
Merlyn: I'll be leaving for a bit to pick up my son
principalpoop: a good stream
principalpoop: ok M, get those orcs too
Bambi: (that's the address we are currently using during live shows ... btw: you will want to bookmark that address ... it will be our new stream address full time soon.
cease: ok merl
Bambi: OK, Merlyn ... drive safely
cease: yes it sounds good, bambi
MarkTween: Iwas using the old one. Thanks for the heads up Bam :-)
Merlyn: I'll change the CNI code to use the new URL Bambi
Bambi: my pleasure Tween :-)
Dexter Fong: Hold him tight Merlyn
cease: if i click cni radio, is that where i go?
Bambi: glad it sounds good :-)
Dexter Fong: Night Merl, be safe
Dexter Fong: Night Merl, be safe
Bambi: not yet Cat
Bambi: we need to have Merlyn change that later
principalpoop: south carolina for bambi and ahhh, clem
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, dear friends '
Dexter Fong: Night Merl, be safe
llanwydd: np: Is My Face On Straight? - PFM
Bambi: cool! boy, he's truly a wizard whoever he is :-)
llanwydd: this is the only song on the album in english
Bambi: correction Cat ... yes :-)
Bambi: yes, we sure get around ... last week it was California
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
Merlyn: OK, I think it's working
Merlyn: gotta go
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 9:46 PM.
ah,clem: some of the digital artifacts are in the source, but best copy of this I have
principalpoop: until daddy takes the t-bird away
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:47 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from AOL."
Bambi: walk carefully on the way back Dex ...
H. Stones: Greetings
llanwydd: hey stones!
Bambi: thanks Merlyn!
ah,clem: hi Stones!
principalpoop: speaking of warnings to walk carefully, hi stones
cease: hemlock
Bambi: hi Stones!
principalpoop: feeling better? ready for the volleyball tournament?
Bambi: new stream address in the CNI Radio link at the top ... or direct: http://209.51.162.173:9534
H. Stones: this recovery business is taking longer than i had hoped
llanwydd: how about a game of rugby
principalpoop: it takes months, those are long weeks, made of days
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
cease: better to be getting better than getting worse
principalpoop: ok fong
Dexter Fong: back
principalpoop: fast fong flew fast
Bambi: sorry to hear that Stones ... broken bones are a pain ... and I don't think any of us heal as well as we once did lol
H. Stones: twenty years ago i would have just bounced
Dexter Fong: poop: Seemed that way to me too, had to refresh cause I thought i was stuck
Mudhead: im back
principalpoop: wb mud
Bambi: speaking of health issues: Lili is in the hospital with pneumonia
Dexter Fong: Hey Hem, missed your arrival
principalpoop: wb mud
cease: i have this somewhere but forget what it is. dear freidns?
Mudhead: ty all
principalpoop: better than old monia
H. Stones: is there a conversion table PP ?
llanwydd: is it very serious, bambi? I hope she's recovering alright
principalpoop: no more calls we have a winner, cease wins
Dexter Fong: Cat: Seems like they're watching TV and doing show at same time, related type of improv
H. Stones: me too Bambi
Bambi: deja vu ... it usually means they changed something (The Matrix)
cease: and im listening to eco talk and watching assorted newses
Dexter Fong: Maybe early Dear Friends
principalpoop: it is my calender stones, i got it from the father of the guy who wrote jaws
cease: they did that a lot, dex
principalpoop: sunday afternoons are boring so I moved it to tuesday morning where I am busy and will not notice
llanwydd: I didn't know about lili.
MarkTween: Clem said it's "Dear Friends Too", Cat
H. Stones: i suppose Gums came before Jaws
principalpoop: wish her the best
Dexter Fong: CatL Yeah but I believe they tended to do it less as time went on
Bambi: others were kind enough to pass that on ... doc came in for a quick minute to let everyone know
principalpoop: I am stalling while I give my last brain cell a chance to recall the name
Dexter Fong: What name Poop?
H. Stones: a remaining brain cell, what luxury
principalpoop: he wrote like P J wodehouse, kinda sorta
Dexter Fong: Poop: Benchley?
Mudhead: if he knew...
Dexter Fong: Robert Benchley?
cease: who wrote like wodehouse?
principalpoop: yes benchley
principalpoop: dry humor
cease: i read a bunch of benchley when i was young. very funny
principalpoop: and silly
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, get principalpoop a benchley
||||||||| Catherwood hands principalpoop a benchley.
principalpoop: yes, super
principalpoop: he made that calender
principalpoop: years of drugs and alcohol have taken their toll, my last brain cell is crippled
H. Stones: he made it what it is to day ?
Dexter Fong: Cat: You hearing this laternative version of "Diving for Dopesters"?
principalpoop: maybe, what day is it?
Dexter Fong: alternative
llanwydd: I never put any credence in that "brain cell" hysteria
principalpoop: I am proof llan
Dexter Fong: You can chain my ankules and risks but you cannot chain my brain
H. Stones: Hail to Proof Llan, Thane of hereabouts !
Dexter Fong sings "Unchain my brain...
principalpoop: wild thane, I think I luv you
llanwydd: if you commit a thought crime, do they put you in a brain cell?
||||||||| "9:59 PM? 9:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the couch.
Elayne: Evenin' all.
Mudhead: hiya E
H. Stones: Hi Elayne
Elayne: Can't stay long, watching the Mets game.
principalpoop: ahhhh E
Dexter Fong: Cat: I've heard this bit about Fresno High School
Bambi: hi Elayne!
principalpoop: oops that is clem, Hi E
Dexter Fong: E: What's the score
Bambi: hope the couch is comfortable lol
principalpoop: who are they playing? how are you?
cease: hi el
llanwydd: hi elayne
Bambi: don't give them any ideas llanwydd lol
llanwydd: np: dolcissima maria
Dexter Fong: The Cardinals, game seven of pennant race....I'm fine, how are you...I'm Brian Wilson
Elayne: Prinpoop, it's the deciding game of the League Championship Series. Mets vs. Cardinals. I'm getting better but the ankle's still giving me problems. Air cast pretty much all day.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Oh, or, uh, what Unca Dex said.
principalpoop: oops, I am not a good sport s fan
Dexter Fong: I learned to air cast when I went to Orbans School of Fly Fishing
llanwydd: ever met a met?
llanwydd: me neither
Elayne: Not a problem. I go back now. If DocTech comes on please ask him to email me directions to LiliLamont's place. We'll be partying this Saturday...
H. Stones: is it like playing Air Guitar, Dexter ?
Dexter Fong: Never had hany pany with a yankee
Elayne: Later, all (okay, probably next week)...
Mudhead: Nancys a good sport
||||||||| At 10:02 PM, Elayne scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
cease: you knew she's in the hospital, el?
Dexter Fong: Stones: A lot...but you need more room
principalpoop: good luck for the Mets E
Mudhead: drat
cease: i gather tha'ts a "no"
H. Stones: i tried a Fender Stratocaster Dex
Mudhead: perhaps she does
principalpoop: freddy
Bambi: drat ... too late
Mudhead: or...too early
Dexter Fong: Stones: Ive heard a goodly length of "G" string with a Labourite Coachman works well in these streams
llanwydd: buddy bumper
cease: is it the beginning, or the end?
principalpoop: hehe g strings hehe
Dexter Fong: Cat: A great Mandala
H. Stones: would that make you Dexter Thong ?
Dexter Fong: What would make Dexter Thing
Mudhead: a Thong
Dexter Fong: Rain drops on kittens and whiskers with mittens
principalpoop: thong is onaemotopia like bong and crash
llanwydd: LOL
H. Stones: not a big fan of musicals but enjoyed Thong of Norway
Dexter Fong: Stones I thought the thenic dethign was thespcial
llanwydd: I liked Njorl's Saga
principalpoop: thones, not thones
H. Stones: i see you walk with a pronounced limp, LIMP prounounced limp
Dexter Fong: I lIked Wal-Tor's son
cease: theres a bldg in sf called The Bong Building
Bambi: stones in glass houses shouldn't throw people
Dexter Fong: Stones you always walk when I view you with my limpid eyes
Bambi: lol
principalpoop: the bong family was rich and famous
llanwydd: incredible mr. limpid
Dexter Fong: How long has the Bong building been gong
H. Stones: and out of it most of the time i should imagine PP
principalpoop: i lipth
cease: ah, spanish
principalpoop: the bong family made gongs and cymbals
Dexter Fong: Poop: They invented the sound effect...they *were* J. Arthur Rank
H. Stones: but not bongs ?
Dexter Fong: Bongo's
llanwydd: Otto Von Bier-Bong
principalpoop: bongs came later, they started with kazoos
H. Stones: the inventor of rock music started with a couple of pebbles
principalpoop: pebbles was hot
H. Stones: yes, they Rocked
principalpoop: started with groupies and then got a group?
llanwydd: no it was rachmaninov. they originally called it Rach music
Mudhead: ha
Dexter Fong: at the Lava Lounge
H. Stones: and were pretty stoned most of the time of course
principalpoop: i lava the lava lounge
H. Stones: is that like a lava lamp you can live in ?
Dexter Fong: Yes we all lave the Lave Lounge and we're not being paid in money to say this
llanwydd: I've got to get one of those lava lamps one of these days
Bambi hummmm ... In the LLAMALAMP ...
principalpoop: yes, that is where pet rocks come from
llanwydd: I'll be they're hard to repair
llanwydd: el llama esta quadrupedo!
principalpoop: mutt and smut
Dexter Fong: Cat: and other listeners..I'm pretty sure this is an Hour Hour Show
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Johnny Piano close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Johnny Piano: Did someone rub a Llamalamp?
Mudhead: hiya Johny
H. Stones: well you need a chisel llan
Dexter Fong: Cuidado!!!!!Lllama Lamps
Bambi: and right on cue!
H. Stones: hi Johnny
cease: johnny
Mudhead: ya
Dexter Fong: Hey JP
cease: yeah it sounds like an hour hour
principalpoop: JP appears and you get a wish
Mudhead: get off my cues
llanwydd: hey johnny
Johnny Piano: Howdy pardners
Bambi: hi Johnny
Johnny Piano: Are those your cues, Mud?
llanwydd: if you rub the lava lamp does a genie come out?
principalpoop: watch your peas and cues
Dexter Fong: Can I do anything I want if I don't step on your blue suede cues
Mudhead: yes, take em outta the cellophane
Johnny Piano: Chalk 'em up
H. Stones: only sand, llan
Johnny Piano: Here's my quarter
Dexter Fong: Care to up the ante, Stick?
principalpoop: 4 ball off the 11 in the corner pocket
Bambi: before they scorch
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, bring me a strong belt of scorch
||||||||| Catherwood gets Johnny Piano a strong belt of scorch.
Dexter Fong: Illegal shot!! 4 plus 11 equals 15 which is an odd number
principalpoop: larry storch, boy he looked old in the aristocrats
Johnny Piano: Wow - that stuff really burns.
principalpoop: that is why I was putting it in the corner fong
Dexter Fong: Poop: Did Bob Saget not crack you up?
principalpoop: smoooooooth cough cough
principalpoop: yes he did, a sick individual lol
cease: this is from just folks
cease: isnt it?
llanwydd: I never thought america's funniest videos were all that funny
Johnny Piano: Now I just need some of that fine charcoal-filtered JD
H. Stones: not the version i have, cease
principalpoop: he is on another show?
cease: guess not
Bambi: must be that heavy helping of cinnamon rubbed into that scorch
Dexter Fong: Cat: If you mean that they interpolated this into Just Folks, yes...they did a whole lot of interpolating in that album
Johnny Piano: Red hots - Hot Damn!
principalpoop: who sang cinnamon girl?
Johnny Piano: Neil
cease: kneel young
Dexter Fong: arise old
Bambi: lol
principalpoop: you guys are better than google, you should keep this chat open all week
Dexter Fong: Some life wasn't it?
llanwydd: neil fu yung
Johnny Piano: Geez, I can hear Chris Guest (as Flash Bazbo) saying that name...
H. Stones: A dreamer of pictures
Mudhead: worst inferiority complex Ive ever seen, I'd go "Neil, Get Up!...Neil...
Dexter Fong: The first Chinaman to roam the Canadian frontier from Montreal to Toronto
principalpoop: lem pickle
cease: frontier?
H. Stones: back there
Dexter Fong: JP: National Lamp -not to be confused with LLAMA Lamp- did some very funny cery clever very well produced stuff
Johnny Piano: Who're you callin' a picklehead?!
principalpoop: that is a french front
llanwydd: no, the backtier
Johnny Piano: Dex: Goodbye Pop was a fave here.
principalpoop: tirebiter, dyslexic llan?
Bambi: explains subway pictures lol
Dexter Fong: That's not a pickel, it
Dexter Fong: it's a goiter...or an eggplant
principalpoop: if the cucumber fits JP, oops wrong chat
llanwydd: national lampoon was just a name to sell products. there was the magazine, the films, the stage shows and they didn't have anything or anyone in common
Johnny Piano: Mmmm, goiter parmesiana
principalpoop: and there is no santa claus or easter bunny, ok llan
cease: unlike the firesign theatre
Dexter Fong: llan: yes, just talking about some of the comedy albums which were very good
H. Stones: tell me its not true, llan
principalpoop: that newspaper was wonderful
Dexter Fong: Columbus didn't discover America? just Ohio?
Johnny Piano: And Mr. Punter was on a Nat Lamp album...
Dexter Fong: Which one Johnny?
Bambi: *GASP* ... there isn't PrinceP!!??! ;-)
cease: this is like the origin of the firesign world tour idea
cease: getting dr memory stoned
Johnny Piano: Sex, Drugs and The End Of The World
principalpoop: ask llan, he is the disillusionist, unillustionist, i give up
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:25 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Hellmouth."
Dexter Fong: must run to park car...wife has a space for me....back after I'm away
||||||||| "Hey Dexter Fong!" ... Dexter Fong turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:25 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Dexter Fong tiptoes in around 10:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hello agin
Bambi: wb Merlyn
principalpoop: hail rita
principalpoop: wb M
llanwydd: yes, do give up
Johnny Piano: Someone should write that one act play "A Space For Dex."
||||||||| donk bounds in at 10:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
principalpoop: resistance is fupile
principalpoop: hi donk
llanwydd: that's actually a very good title for a one-act. I might work on it
principalpoop: nice knocker
Johnny Piano: Oh, a donk and a bonk
Johnny Piano: It's yours, llan
donk: thanks it's obsidian, you know
llanwydd: just kidding. I wouldn't steal anybody's intellectual property
Merlyn: a godonkadonk?
donk: hey JP
Bambi: yes, Dex needs that one act play badly ;-)
Johnny Piano: What up, donk?
Bambi: hey Donk
H. Stones: none of my property is intellectual
principalpoop: obsidian is just marble who knows somebody
Bambi: yes, yes it is Donk lol
llanwydd: LOL
Johnny Piano: Easier to keep track of that way, Stones
donk: hey Bambi!
H. Stones: its true Johnny
Johnny Piano: How are dem bones, Stones?
H. Stones: i stole plenty of other peopls of course, especially Sonys
Mudhead: ok, im drifting
principalpoop: all I have is conceptual property
principalpoop: i will be your anchor mud
cease: better than drowning
Mudhead: im thinkin, its a night
H. Stones: they are knitting furiously Johnny thank you
Mudhead: thanx pp
Bambi: Hey Don ... great that you made it
Mudhead: gnite Dear Friends
||||||||| At 10:29 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...
Johnny Piano: Good night, Mister...er, Head
principalpoop: smooth sailing mud
donk: nite Mudhead
cease: mud
Bambi: have a great night Mudhead
H. Stones: bye mud
principalpoop: rococo got him that filthy something or other
||||||||| "10:30 PM? 10:30 PM!!" says Catherwood, "C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre enters and sits at the bar.
cease: they were obsessed with that riff on hour hour
principalpoop: hi big
cease: les thompson and the big number one
Bambi: Hi Bight
Johnny Piano: That's a Big bar!
MarkTween: Hey Big, Don...
H. Stones: your name is still breeding Big
Merlyn: hi bigh
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: ....try to set the knight on....FIGHRE....yeah....!!!!
Bambi: wb Tween
Johnny Piano: Oh great, another drunken Irish poet...
principalpoop: want to buy an idea stones? so you have some intellectual property?
donk: hey Tween
llanwydd: I own the idea of intellectual property
H. Stones: i prefer to steal it PP but theres a first time for everything i suppose
Bambi: lol\
H. Stones: Sony were made to be ripped off
principalpoop: oops llan, but i have trademarked the phrase 'intellectual property'
Bambi: don't do it Stones ... two words: creative commons lol
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: U.S. PLUS! we own ALL intelectual property! - what's ours is ours, what was yours is ours....!!!!
H. Stones: (makes an illegal copy of PPs property and runs off cackling and rubbing hands together
principalpoop: ahh the theme from emmanuel
Bambi: Sony ripped off open source to get their intellectual property some say
principalpoop: stop stop that thief
Johnny Piano: Isn't the English translation of Sony "Rob Me
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: ....thanks to no more silly HABEUS CORPUS....
H. Stones: it started with Roy Roy i think but who can be sure
principalpoop: US Plus, merged today with the us government
H. Stones: should haver read Rob Roy but too late now
Johnny Piano: Poop, that would explain all the Pork.
cease: the other white man
MarkTween: lol JP
principalpoop: mercenaries, no laws or even military code of justice
Johnny Piano: All rights removed
principalpoop: rob roy? one of the guys with the tigers in las vegas?
Bambi: hogwash lol
H. Stones: does that make it Kosher, Bambi
Johnny Piano: I like my hogs washed with mustard
principalpoop: i had hogwash for soup when young and I was glad to have it
H. Stones: luxury PP
principalpoop: michigan sauce
principalpoop: lol stones
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: ....no constitution....no habeus corpus....no magna carta....no bill of rights....no more viceroys....no more KY....
H. Stones: i used to dream of Hogwash
Bambi: don't think so lol course you can make it worse even if you wash it in milk
Johnny Piano: Everybody loves the Michigan sauce...
cease: nippon cadet
MarkTween: If you haven't seen Keith Olbermann's bit on "the Death of Habeas Corpus", you really should. He's taking ER Murrow's place, I think... http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15220450/
cease: hiroshima, mon amour
MarkTween: Of, course we had it tough...
Bambi: tons of people reading your email though
cease: i heard it on randi rhodes
H. Stones: it was blown up out of all proportion, Cease
MarkTween: Randi's really cool. I love her show.
MarkTween: Yeah, Bambi, that's chilling.
principalpoop: her husband is a wrestler right?
donk: i like keith but like his arch enemy, bill o'reily, keith really loves keith
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: MarkTween: thanks for the, link....
MarkTween: Each to his own, Don :-)
Johnny Piano: O'Reilly? Another drunken Irish poet
cease: never seen an actual show of his, just bits from youtube
principalpoop: amazing keith can call the president a lying slob and get away with it, dan rather got fired
MarkTween: Been watching "Good Night And Good Luck" recently. Great movie about the McCarthy era (and I don't mean Eugene)
donk: i don't get you tube here
MarkTween: You bet, Big...
donk: dialup don't you know
Bambi: tubes, it's all tubes...
cease: yes tween. very well done
H. Stones: i always put something libellous in my emails to give them something to read
Johnny Piano: What do you want from life?
principalpoop: ahhh donk, good luck, courage
H. Stones: thats a big question Johnny
cease: sounds like a tubes song
MarkTween: He's the highest rated commentator on MSNBC, P. that's how he gets away with it ;-)
llanwydd: movie about the mccartney era. must be fun
principalpoop: life does not ask anything of me, we have reached a compromise
Johnny Piano: (I was reffing "Tubes")
MarkTween: lol Stones... will have to try that
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: Tween, etc.- interesting to compare this habeus corpus to a subject I've been into for a long time....the emergrncy and war powers act of 3-9-1933 by fdr and co.>>>>
principalpoop: rather was not chopped liver, but ok
cease: lol llan
Johnny Piano: Very good, cat!
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: .... that's EMERGENCY....
principalpoop: fema me all night long baby
Johnny Piano: Squad 51...
MarkTween: Yeah, and the Alien & Sedition acts, and during WW I also.
Bambi: ALL our constitutional rights, freedoms and liberties....in tact. Course, technically they can't be taken away. So there is always that.
principalpoop: the tube world tour, a mighty important affair
MarkTween: As people are pointing out, this isn't temporary. The bill permanently removes Habeas Corpus.
Johnny Piano: We'll be leaving as soon as we're paid
donk: tell that to the people being held indefinately with no formal charges
H. Stones: over here they stick to boilng frogs
MarkTween: And as Keith point out, the Declaration of Independence says that's cause for rebellion...
principalpoop: new vocabulary word incommunicado
Johnny Piano: New to you, Poop
C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre: MarkTween: so when did this parade of erosion of our rights ACTUALLY begin...??- everyone since and including fdr has been a dictator....
MarkTween: that was a great line about the boiled frogs, Stones LOL
Johnny Piano: Newts to use, Poop
principalpoop: mostly new to america
principalpoop: show us your papers
H. Stones: glad you enjoyed that Tween, it sums up the situation rather well i think
MarkTween: I'd vehemently disagree about FDR, but we always came back to center after cessation of hostilities. This is a permanent war.
donk: on 9-12 our rights began to disappear in a big way
Johnny Piano: Newts To Use Poop - Film at 11
principalpoop: I was turned into a newt
Johnny Piano: Have you gotten any better?
Bambi: started long before fdr ... klok, rest his soul, showed that it actually started at the turn of the century ...
MarkTween: Bin Laden handed it to Bush on a silver platter. Mr. Osama has gotten excatly what he wanted. We're destroying ourselves.
principalpoop: iguana know
ah,clem: (I got better)
MarkTween: With the rise of Imperial America, Bambi
ah,clem: (newt)
cease: you're a typing newt?
H. Stones: eternal war makes everything possible
Johnny Piano: Hi Clem!
H. Stones: Hi clem
donk: you are so right tween
MarkTween: lol Clem
cease: better than a typing oldt
ah,clem: hi JP!
principalpoop: yes ahh, clem, i was trying to be clever, should have stayed with the tried and true
Johnny Piano: We'll have to get newt together with the Geico gecko
llanwydd: yeah, just keep up the holocaust in iraq and the world is safe for haliburton
Bambi: you playing text games on the CoCo again clem lol
Bambi: oh, wait that was a blue pill
llanwydd: nothing else you can call it. bush has turned iraq into a permanent holocaust
H. Stones: Gore Vidal called it the United States of Gas and Oil
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Charles Throat into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:48 PM, then departs.
Johnny Piano: U.S.G.O. for short...
H. Stones: Brits are in deep shit in Afghanistan too
Charles Throat: 1048, What did he mean by that...
cease: throat
MarkTween: lol Bam
llanwydd: hey chuck
MarkTween: Hey CT...
H. Stones: hi Charles
principalpoop: ok ok, we went to iraq for the gas and afghanistan for the gas line to russia, what are you doing to do about it? hah
Johnny Piano: Hey Charles - been to any parties on M Street lately?
Bambi: for those that haven't heard: There is a Memorial for Klok here: http://www.bambismusings.com (work in progress, if you have anything to add please send along)
ah,clem: hey Charles, been awhile
Charles Throat: Hey boys and girls, let's sing a little
llanwydd: how's the aluminum bat?
principalpoop: hi connect i cut
donk: hey Charles
H. Stones: thanks for that Bambi
Bambi: hi CT!
cease: yes, keep reminding newcomers, bambi
Charles Throat: Made me a fortune, llan
principalpoop: row row row your boat, life is just a dream
donk: i read your blog today , Bambi, i had no idea, its very sad, klok was one of the good guys
Johnny Piano: NIghtmare, more like...
H. Stones: help i seem to be sinking PP
Charles Throat: Only until Nov 7
MarkTween: Yeah, Bambi, sure will. Everybodys got lots of emails. Could you set up catagories?
cease: that he was, donk
principalpoop: yes, just knowing somebody like him existed gives hope
cease: indeed poop
Bambi: also, for those who don't know, doc stopped by to say Lili is in the hospital with pneumonia
principalpoop: i cannot help stones, I am an anchor, only good if you are drifting
MarkTween: Yep, we lost a good one alright...
MarkTween: You bet, P
MarkTween: How's your bronchitis, et al, Bambi?
Johnny Piano: Man, someone needs to give Lili a break in a BIG way.
Charles Throat: So on the good side, my son gets out of cancer treatment in 3 weeks - just to balance things a little
cease: good news, charles
Bambi: can add sub pages for different types of things from that page forward Tween
principalpoop: ahh super CT, light at the end of tunnel
llanwydd: how is your boy's prognosis, charles?
Bambi: mostly better Tween ...thanks for asking
Charles Throat: yah been dealing with this for 2 yrs
MarkTween: Didn't know about that CT. Glad to hear he's on the mend.
cease: a job would help, jp
Bambi: that's great news CT
Charles Throat: Fairly good - he had it for a year then it came right back - but we're hopeful this time
principalpoop: when it rains it pours
Charles Throat: He just turned 19
llanwydd: that's good ct
Charles Throat: Hey he's HERE :)
cease: all the best, charles
llanwydd: cool. say hi for me
Charles Throat: He'll be OK
Charles Throat: thanks
principalpoop: ahh stones, here's some advice, always walk on the sunny side of the street, oops with the ozone gone, that is not a good idea
Charles Throat: wanna see him?
Charles Throat: www.thefedorasband.com
Charles Throat: they're all my kids
Bambi: sure :-)
Johnny Piano: File contains no info, CT
H. Stones: whose intellectual property was the ozon PP ?
MarkTween: Cool pic. Will have to check out their music CT.
principalpoop: dow chemical stones
Charles Throat: hmm maybe he's working on it tonight - he got out today
Johnny Piano: There, I saw it that time!
Charles Throat: more pics up in a few days, it's a new site
Bambi: speaking of music...might want to check out CNI Radio -- we play independent artist music before our show on saturday nights
principalpoop: thanks ct
Johnny Piano: What's he play, CT?
Charles Throat: He's playing everything but the violin
Bambi: (CNI Radio plays The Oohs' music)
principalpoop: hoping for another osmonds CT?
Johnny Piano giggling
Charles Throat: lol
MarkTween: lol P
principalpoop: i would says the jackson 5 but they ran into trouble
llanwydd: the ooze?
Johnny Piano: Another shameless plug courtesy of Bambi
principalpoop: i thought the same thing JP, where is your link again?
Charles Throat: Bambi I'll get you a copy if you kike, it will be out Halloween
MarkTween: You're missing some good stuff if you don't check out the Saturday show, folks.
Johnny Piano: Now that is all cleared up, llan
Charles Throat: like that is ahem
principalpoop: no name calling throatman
Johnny Piano: Poop, best link is http://www.myspace.com/theoohs
Bambi smiles
principalpoop: thanks
Charles Throat: It'w women's month, you know
Bambi: cool CT :-)
principalpoop: that is the first myspace page I have visited
Charles Throat: love the background johnny
principalpoop: i hear it is famous though
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves at 10:59 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..."
principalpoop: fong?
Johnny Piano: Don't be afraid of MySpace...be afraid of the people that want to be your Friends!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:59 PM, then departs.
principalpoop: wb fong
Bambi: it's the ONLY myspace page I visit lol
Johnny Piano: CT, the background is also on the cover of our latest disc.
Charles Throat: Bambi you owe me when you finally find all the Magic Mushroom shows lol
MarkTween: Quite, JP ;-)
principalpoop: fast fong found filling file fast
Bambi: very true Johnny ... and visiting unknown myspace pages can be hazardous too
Charles Throat: I have ALL the radio shows on my phone - I love the 21st century
Johnny Piano: No foolin'.
Dexter Fong: FFFFFFFFFtttt1
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
principalpoop: eating beans again fong?
Johnny Piano: Bambi, I always check out anyone that sends a Friend Request before allowing them.
Dexter Fong: No just "F"in around
Charles Throat: F'in A
Dexter Fong: Eh?
Bambi: LOL ... we can do that CT
Johnny Piano: Ah, the recitation of the Bronx alphabet begins
Charles Throat: Here's another letter
Charles Throat: B
principalpoop: how many Fs could a Fer F if F F F F F F
Dexter Fong: Bambi: You can do more in Connecticut
Bambi: wb Dex ... did you run into trouble with the parking?
Charles Throat: Here's another
Charles Throat: C
Charles Throat: Just passing
principalpoop: is this the post office?
Dexter Fong: Not really, just left house without car keys, had to retrace steps
principalpoop: lol fong
Dexter Fong: do'h!!
Johnny Piano: I'm sending that letter back with postage due
Bambi: brought to you by F and A and the number 9
principalpoop: i am not the only one
Dexter Fong: Nein!!
Johnny Piano: Number 9, number 9, number 9...
Bambi: do'h!! for sure lol
principalpoop: I like being in the store and checking out and finding no wallet
Dexter Fong: This is not an official count down
principalpoop: if you become naked, block that kick
Charles Throat: Nothing to see here - move along
Dexter Fong: if it were, JP would say Number * Number 8 Number 8
H. Stones: lots of people in stores have wallets, PP you must try harder
Johnny Piano: Number 9, number 9, number 9...
MarkTween: lol Stones
donk: i'll never tell
principalpoop: i start talking to my armpit and walk out stones, they leave me alone
Dexter Fong: nUMBER 10 nUMBER 10 nUMBER 10
Charles Throat: That's the voice in Oprah's head at night
Johnny Piano: Thank you for your enlightening work, Dex...take this tennis racket for your services
Dexter Fong: tHIS IS AN OFFICIAL COUNT UP
Dexter Fong: And cap key test
Dexter Fong: Aces JP
principalpoop: damnmyspacebarisbrokenagain
Merlyn: three
Charles Throat: If this had been an actual enlightenment
Dexter Fong: Damny Space Baris?
Bambi: class, class, CLASS! .... this is sister mary elephant ....
Charles Throat: uniforms would have been issued
principalpoop: 3 the bid is now 3, any further bids?
Johnny Piano: Any more rocket fuel for you hardhats?
MarkTween: lol Bam
Dexter Fong: There's an Elephant in the room....Could be a llama indisguise
Charles Throat: furthur
Charles Throat: I'd like a little zetz in this cup
Bambi: you-will-have-to-use-slug-style-then-PrinceP-LOL
H. Stones: mines a double please Johnny
Charles Throat: The Elephant is leaving the House
principalpoop: good, he got out of my pajamas finally
Johnny Piano: Ask the butler
Johnny Piano: Was he smoking meat?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give Charles Throat a little zetz in his cup
||||||||| Catherwood gets charles throat a little zetz in his cup.
Charles Throat: His whole ass was smokin'
Bambi: we have better rockets than the coyote...
principalpoop: super_idea_bambi_thank_you_so_much_!
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, give Stones a double
||||||||| Catherwood gets stones a double.
Charles Throat: Why don't Republicans use bookmarks?
principalpoop: chat is moving too fast, i need to adjust the number of lines I can see
Dexter Fong: Bambi damn right K&A...Kellog and Acme
Merlyn: Catherwood, gimme an 'F'!
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Merlyn and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
H. Stones: Cheers Johnny
cease: because they dont read books
Charles Throat: Easier to bend over the page
Johnny Piano: Poop, it's the Rocket Fuel
cease: lol
Dexter Fong: CT: They can't read
Johnny Piano: Buttocks up, Stones!
Bambi: L~O~L
llanwydd: having a little trouble wiss ze chat
principalpoop: ahhh that is better
Dexter Fong hears Roccoco laughter
principalpoop: bye E
llanwydd: in fact I got thrown out and I'm not happy about it!
Charles Throat: Lift up your doublet and bend over
Johnny Piano: It's been heightened to Goon speed
H. Stones: smoking through your ass is ok providing you dont cough
Merlyn: Catherwood, gimmie an 'F'
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Merlyn and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Merlyn!"
llanwydd: it's my damn msntv2 I'm sure
Johnny Piano: Ouch, Stones!
Dexter Fong: Gimme some gibberish Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: GIMME SOME GIBBERISH CATHERWOOD
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Dexter Fong and says "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
MarkTween: Speaking through your ass is OK, as long as you're not the President
Charles Throat: Catherwood, that thing earlier, it's just between you and me, OK?
||||||||| Catherwood ands Charles Throat ok.
H. Stones: in which case its compulsory Tween
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a double toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood brings Bambi a double toasted almond.
Dexter Fong: Tween: The president always speaks thru somebody else's ass
principalpoop: enough ass talk, wrong chat
llanwydd: Catherwood, get me a gfhjdkltyruikefnm,dfdm,lvncmurewertyuidfghjkxcvbnmdfgty
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a gfhjdkltyruikefnm dfdm lvncmurewertyuidfghjkxcvbnmdfgty.
Johnny Piano: Tween, that's a Jim Carrey bit...
Charles Throat: All things not compulsory are forbiden
MarkTween: apparently, Stones ;-)
Johnny Piano: That looks Welsh
cease: apock a pock
Charles Throat: d
principalpoop: ask for a breath mint
llanwydd: he's right on the ball, isnt he?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood: don't forget the querty
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
cease: its a candy mint
Merlyn: Catherwood, gimmie an "F"!
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Merlyn and says "oh, fuck off Merlyn!"
Charles Throat: catherwood read me dr. memory
||||||||| Catherwood reads Charles Throat dr memory.
Merlyn: I made you, and I can break you
Johnny Piano: Chocolate suppository?
cease: its a floor wax
Charles Throat: lol merlyn
H. Stones: lol Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Catherwood turns on his Master
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and asks "Something I can help with?"
llanwydd: got mail. brb
MarkTween: Now Catherwood...
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to MarkTween and mumbles "Would you like something?"
principalpoop: open file 1234 and execute catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear principalpoop
Johnny Piano: Perhaps C-wood doesn't understand "gimmie"
Charles Throat: Where's my PDP-11 manual...
Dexter Fong: Keep me away from Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood keeps Dexter Fong away from.
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, give me an "F"
||||||||| Catherwood gives Johnny Piano an "f".
MarkTween: Sure, Catherwood... how about a new Mac Pro?
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside MarkTween and inquires "Do you have something for me to do?"
principalpoop: ahh throat, a friend needs that manual too, he has virtual pdp-11 program
Charles Throat: and damn well done too
Bambi: Catherwood be nice to your creator Merlyn ...
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bambi and inquires "Did you want something?"
H. Stones: i see Bush has made it easier to torture Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to H. Stones and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please aacquire for me a Babel Fish
||||||||| Catherwood fors Dexter Fong a babel fish.
Charles Throat: Catherwood what is Merlyn's PIN number?
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Charles Throat and says "Did you want something?"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, do not use the Fors
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and says "Did you want something?"
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, roll some bombers and leave them on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Johnny Piano
MarkTween: That's _our_ job, Stones...
Charles Throat: For years, sugar
ah,clem: Catherwood, please give everyone the finger
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone the finger.
Dexter Fong: Cathertween, roll some bombers and leave then on the side table
principalpoop: if we are not with bush, we are with the terrorists
Charles Throat: one gets what one gives
Dexter Fong: Will the Circle be jerked
cease: http://www.seemreal.com/cgi/ti/viewer.cgi?slideshow=2002italy&page=011
H. Stones: terrorists are beginning to look more attractive every day
MarkTween: Have to get with Willie on that one, Dex ;-)
principalpoop: and in the end....
Bambi: Catherwood please pour roll some bombers and leave them on the side table for JP
||||||||| Catherwood gives roll some bombers and leave them on the side table for jp.
Charles Throat: Will the beefstick be unbroken
Dexter Fong: Tween: I stay away from those po' boys
Johnny Piano: I certainly hope that they are Stealth Bombers.
Charles Throat: ... is Mark Foley
Merlyn: OK now, Catherwood, gimmie an 'F'!
||||||||| Catherwood gives Merlyn an 'f'.
MarkTween: They're certainly being attracted to Iraq, Stones.
Bambi: drat
||||||||| 11:16 PM: Woody 1 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Dexter Fong: BVambi and Catherw**d can actually cominicate
Merlyn: Finally
cease: wood
Johnny Piano: Been typin' code, have we, Merl??
principalpoop: a little f is better than none
H. Stones: yes its open season there now Tween
Bambi: Catherwood please pour rolled jp some bombers and left them on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood brings rolled jp some bombers and left them on the side table.
principalpoop: hi woody
Merlyn: a little pianooo
Johnny Piano: Oh damn, Woody's been spyin'
MarkTween: Evenin' Woody...
Dexter Fong: Merl: dit dit dit dot dot dot dit dit dit
Woody 1: Yo yo, Merlyn & gang. I'm back.
Bambi: Catherwood please pour rolled bombers and leave them on the side table for JP
||||||||| Catherwood brings rolled bombers and leave them on the side table for jp.
principalpoop: do you work for the nsa woody?
Dexter Fong: High One
Johnny Piano: I thought you were Woody
Woody 1: Been a long time.
cease: were you gone?
Charles Throat: we all do poop
Bambi: hi woody
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, give Bambi a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood hands bambi a toasted almond.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood please roll out the bombers and bomb the side table into the stoned age
||||||||| Catherwood rolls out the bombers and bomb the side table into the stoned age.
MarkTween: Way gone, like those folks behind us...
principalpoop: twilight zone music, argggg no no no throat
cease: keep rolling, stones. it's jus a shot away
Dexter Fong: The Dead Choir singing Gratefully your
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Dr. Headphones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Johnny Piano: Submitted for your approval...
Woody 1: Hi Bambi. Thanks for the heads up on Pink Hotel months ago. I also got Just Folks. Whoa.
Charles Throat: Catherwood, could you... go fdr me?
||||||||| Catherwood fdrs Charles Throat.
Dexter Fong: s
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
Johnny Piano: Ken!!
principalpoop: ahh ken
cease: kend
H. Stones: hi Doc
Dexter Fong: Hey Kend^ Was hoping you'd make it
MarkTween: Hey Ken...
Charles Throat: oh fdr
Woody 1: Hey, Dr.
Johnny Piano: "He tried to kill us with a forklift..."
Dr. Headphones: no, it's ah, clem, i'm just plain ken
Dr. Headphones: just got home
donk: hey DrH
Charles Throat: the man with the cigarette holder
Bambi: I know not how world war III will be fought, but world war IV will be fought with sticks and stones (paraphrased Einstein, I think)
Charles Throat: Johnny, that was like, twenty episodes ago, man
MarkTween: That's it, Bambi
H. Stones: and the rats will be going for the roaches Bambi
Johnny Piano: Part 1 or 2, CT?
||||||||| 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...
Dr. Headphones: i haven't even checked my email yet, thought i'd check in here first to see if anyone was still awake
cease: something like that, bambi. klok would know the exact line
Dexter Fong: The ambassador make break my bones but never chain my mind
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 11:20 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
principalpoop: scary llan
Bambi: happy to be of help...Tween is the one that got us started on Pink Hotel
Woody 1: As usual. I'll be here for a short while.
Johnny Piano: Pneumonia not funny right now...
MarkTween: You have to be awake to be here?
Charles Throat: YOU'RE STUCK HERE! hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHA......
llanwydd: I see I've already died
Dr. Headphones: bambi, i hate to break it to you, but the pink hotel burned down ;(
Bambi: hi Ken
cease: are they out of pink paint?
donk: if we get more women as world leaders , there won't be a WW III they will think twice about sending their children to die
Dr. Headphones: ok, i'm going to glance at my email, will return in a few
Dexter Fong: They use it all for Big Pink
Charles Throat: insert pink paint joke here
principalpoop: pink heartbreak hotel
Bambi: you are so right cat ... klok would know the exact line for sure :-)
MarkTween: Going out to paint the town pink?
Bambi: Ken, really? Oh, no! lol
cease: take a load of fanny
Johnny Piano: CT, just read that Nelson, Murphy & Corbett are doing commentaries for new discs for Shout! Factory
Charles Throat: date with Mark Foley I guess
Dexter Fong: Take a load forf ree
Woody 1: Hey, Head. Still got your addy. Will say howdy from time to time.
Bambi: depends ... don't forget the age people are president ;-)
MarkTween: Talk about being able to quote from practically any Firesign album, Klok had it all at the ready.
Charles Throat: johnny... yawn..... lol
llanwydd: that's basically what I thought the song said when I first heard it. something like "take a load off your fanny"
Charles Throat: Mike who?
Dexter Fong: and put the load on Moi
Charles Throat: Oh that guy, their head writer
Dr. Headphones: ok, checked the important stuff, will look at rest later
principalpoop: careful fong with your invocations
H. Stones: is Moi here Dex, i never saw him sign in ?
principalpoop: got your erection improving spam read already?
Dexter Fong: Stones, no, but I thought I'd get in a little zetz nonthe less
Charles Throat: later gang the wife feels neglected lol
Dr. Headphones: pp: i never see that stuff, straight to trash with filters :)
H. Stones: Zetz, those little Polish cars were great
Dexter Fong: Gang the wife...Odd name
Dr. Headphones: so long, CT
principalpoop: poor throat wife, go to her charles
Johnny Piano: CT, check out http://www.filmcrewonline.com/
Bambi: great to see ya CT ... happy to hear about your son
||||||||| "Hey Charles Throat!" ... Charles Throat turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:24 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
llanwydd: I auditioned for a tv commercial on monday but I didn't get hired.
llanwydd: story of my life these days
Dexter Fong: Gnight Throat we'll keep you in our hearts
cease: off you go, throat
H. Stones: hang in there llan
Woody 1: I'm going to paint the bedroom while sleeping. It's more colorful that way. Night Dex, princ., Doc, Bambi, Il, and all. Falling asleep against a windfall.
cease: itll change, llan
llanwydd: I accept that this is my slump year
Dexter Fong: or is it my heart was in my throat?
Dr. Headphones: llan: but look at the millions who have never even done that! count yourself lucky. i've never been in tv commercial either....
MarkTween: Here's to a change of luck LL :-)
Dexter Fong: Night Woodrow
Johnny Piano: We won't ask what implement you're painting with, Woody
H. Stones: i second that Tween
principalpoop: break your leg llan
Bambi: people that think a woman would be good in the WH, should really think twice about that ... I have one word for you: menopause LOL
llanwydd: it was a commercial for a shoppin plaza in albany
MarkTween: As Hagman said about his life before the Dallas series, "God gives us actors long fingernails to hold on with".
Johnny Piano: Fish feet, Bambi?
llanwydd: shopping
Woody 1: Exit funway. Roger and out.
Dr. Headphones: my grandfather told me there wasn't any such thing as luck. it's just a matter of being in the right place at the right time
||||||||| "Hey Woody 1!" ... Woody 1 turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:26 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
MarkTween: Pickled fish feet?
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Menopause is worse than MCH
Dr. Headphones: i'm not sure i agree totally with that
Johnny Piano: Thru the egress
H. Stones: heres a old one llan, why do actors never open the curtains in the morning ?
llanwydd: my grandfather didn't talk to me much
donk: what's MCH?
llanwydd: beats me stones. do tell
Johnny Piano: That link I posted for Throat is for some of the former MST guys and their new project
Dr. Headphones: llan: one of mine you couldn't shut up, the other one was related to calvin coolidge, i believe
H. Stones: to give them somthing to do in the afternoon !!!
Dexter Fong: Mr. Stones, why don't actors never open the curtain in the morning?
MarkTween: The pause that does not refresh whatsoever...
Dexter Fong: DonK Male Constant Horniness
llanwydd: I am actually laughing at that one stones
H. Stones: good night and thanks for the audio Clem
Johnny Piano: No matinees, Fong?
principalpoop: johnny carsons said his favorite joke was about the middle of africa, a camera scans across miles and miles and miles of desert, nothing to be seen, finally in the distance we see something, as we get close we see it is a tiny oasis, the camera zooms in and 2 hippos are in the tiny pool of water in the oasis. one hippo turns to the other and says, I can't believe it is thursday. I won't do this often lol
donk: lol
Dr. Headphones: tween: i remember that phrase, and i'm currently drinking a gen-you-wine coca-cola myself
H. Stones: the old ones are the best so they say llan
Bambi: thanks Clem! :-)
principalpoop: thank you ahhh clem, bambi, have a super week
ah,clem: good night everyone, take care
cease: hows it going, kend?
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 11:29 PM train to Anderson.
principalpoop: oops gotta run, if not back have a super week all
Johnny Piano: "Pass the soap." "Radio."
H. Stones: take care pp
llanwydd: princep, that carson joke has me completely bamboozled
Dexter Fong: Good Night C&B. and thanks for the sounds and thanks for being a friend of Klok
cease: you too poop
Merlyn: no soap, radio
MarkTween: The one with the leaves in it, Dr. H?
Dr. Headphones: cat: hectic three days over with now. had to drive through milwaukee 3pm rush hour yesterday, followed by the encore: 5pm rush hour in chicago! that's enough to make anyone go nuts....
donk: nite ah clem, thanks
Johnny Piano: Oh yeah - that's right, Merl...I stand corrected,
Dr. Headphones: tween: it's in a can, if there are leaves, i can't see 'em
MarkTween: Clem got cut off in mid-sentence...
Bambi: OK, if you want to continue to listen to CNI Radio after the live show, for now, you will need to go back to the other feed location: http://216.234.115.10:8000/ ... but don't forget to bookmark the new stream location as we will be using it for all live shows, and soon it will be the main feed: http://209.51.162.173:9534 for CNI Radio.
llanwydd: that princep. tells a shaggy dog joke and then runs out the door
MarkTween: Sounds like so fun whatsoever, Ken.
Bambi: If you get a chance to stop by for the Saturday night line up ... that would be great! http://www.cniradio.com Chat with Us page for how to chat live with us.
Dexter Fong: llan: He had to see a dog about the runs
llanwydd: no punch line, no explanation. ask me next week
Johnny Piano: Speaking of standing corrected, howsabout that Mrs. McCartney?
Dr. Headphones: tween: i had choice of driving to delivery through UP of michigan into wisconsin, but going home, had to go through chicago. the UP route is 6 miles farther, about 1.5 hrs shorter
MarkTween: Thanks for your efforts, Clem & Bambi. Some nice FT cuts tonight.
cease: you have done wonders, ah and bambi
Bambi: Saturday night line up: Independent Artist Warmup 6:30PM, JimmyLee and Bambi Show 7-10PM, a few more minutes with Firesign Theatre 10PM (all times Eastern)
Johnny Piano: I expect nothing less than miracles from CNI
MarkTween: Wow. Stop and go driving in a semi. Sounds like a lot of work.
Dr. Headphones: all times Eastern? sounds rather prejudiced to me ;)
llanwydd: yeah it was kind of funny the wording of that story. first she said he stabbed her, then she said he attacked her with a broken wine glass. what's it going to be next
llanwydd: that and "he took drugs"
MarkTween: I want videoconferencing on dial-up, JP.
Johnny Piano: Those are my breasts...
Dr. Headphones: tween: chicago is one of my least favorite cities in which to drive anything. next time i go personally, will park in south bend, in and take the train, i think
cease: lcy in the sky
MarkTween: A Beatle??? Surely not...
Dr. Headphones: jp: where in the hell did that comment come from about the breasts?
MarkTween: lol Dr.H
Johnny Piano: Delivering boxes of eyes, Ken?
MarkTween: Aye carumba...
llanwydd: that's what they would say regardless. "surely not". what's been the biggest news all day long. a priest sat in a sauna with a teenage boy 40 years ago
Johnny Piano: You haven't heard about the crap supposedly leaked from Heather's complaint against Macca?
Dr. Headphones: jp: actually, i had a load of aluminum scrap going to fond du lac, wisconsin. i didn't get any free cheese there, and i'm pissed about that....
llanwydd: on and on and on with that story about the priest
Bambi: all of you are a great encouragement! :-)
MarkTween: lol
H. Stones: dont get me started on Macca Johnny
Johnny Piano blushing
MarkTween: As you are to us, madam...
cease: senator allen's friend?
Merlyn: macaca johnny?
Johnny Piano: That sounds worrisome, Stone
llanwydd: of course it's pretty obvious foley is trying to beg for sympathy
Johnny Piano: LOL, Merl
Dr. Headphones: llan: tell him sympathy is next to syphillis in the dictionary
Bambi: truth be told, even Wisconsin aluminum cheese isn't so good Ken ;-)
llanwydd: lol
H. Stones: Macca is as i have said before, Tom Cruise, set to music
Johnny Piano: Whole new meaning to the phrase "Foley artist"
Dr. Headphones: yeah, bambi, i love that titanium swiss, myself!
MarkTween: Not a fan of our Scientologist actor, eh Stones?
Johnny Piano: Well, I guess you'd hear more dirt being in the UK, Stones
H. Stones: how dare you call him an actor, Tween, go wash your mouth out
Bambi: lol
llanwydd: I've never thought much of tom cruise as an actor
Dr. Headphones: you can't handle the truth!
llanwydd: or anything else
cease: let's see, john lennon's enemy was nixon, paul's enemy is his wife?
MarkTween: lol Stones
Johnny Piano: The plutonium Camembert is exceeding runny
H. Stones: i try not to think of him at all, saw him in War of the Worlds and seriously wanted the aliens to win
donk: hey , Risky Business was a great movie,
Bambi: that was Jack Nicholson though wasn't it?
Dr. Headphones: bambi: wasn't he talking to TC then?
MarkTween: He's certainly as good at what he does as our President, don't you think?
Bambi: yep
cease: didnt see that but liked magnolia and minority report
Dr. Headphones: tween: that's a tough call.....
Bambi: he was (and the room in general)
H. Stones: yes, apparently has the same scriptwriter Tween
MarkTween: Stones...
llanwydd: oh I like it runny
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| principalpoop - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: well, its VERY runny actually
Johnny Piano: Hand it over with all f'ing speed
Bambi: night PrinceP
MarkTween: Been watching Cleese's Fawlty Towers series lately. What a great show.
H. Stones: Maccas drug taking and wife beating will finish him off this time i think
llanwydd: basil was cleese's crowning achievement
H. Stones: you can only behave like that on TV not in real life
cease: hes still alive. lucky or what
cease: 64 hardly old
llanwydd: but his role as Petruchio in Taming of the Shrew was priceless
donk: i love fawlty towers, haven't seen it in years , though
Merlyn: the hotel (which wasn't pink) burned down a few years ago
Johnny Piano: I'm gonna have to pull out the Fawlty DVDs - haven't watched in years.
Bambi: I think it's sad that the world thinks that what they see on TV is reality in the US
Johnny Piano: The hotel - in Torquay?
H. Stones: some revealing bits about John Cleese in the Michael Palin Diaries
MarkTween: Amazing the DVD's and other stuff you can find for free through a WorldCat library search.
Dexter Fong: away for end of Mets game
cease: who won?
Dr. Headphones: why does that remind me of "the fourth tower of inverness"?
llanwydd: absolutely, bambi. that's why I hate Courttv so much
MarkTween: Probably why the Dallas series was so popular worldwide, Bambi.
donk: i don't think that 's true bambi, maybe for the really stupid :) but not for most
Merlyn: yes, the fawlty towers hotel is no more - it's an ex-hotel!
llanwydd: that and "Cops", the so-called reality show that tries to make up your mind about what police can get away with
cease: oh i see. cardinals
Johnny Piano: Nancy Grace is the Antichrist
donk: stl wins
llanwydd: Nancy Gross
Dexter Fong: and the Card win the pennant
cease: its gone to meet its maker, has it?
MarkTween: who be nancy grace?
donk: sorry but had the ball game on here :)
Johnny Piano: Bleach blonde legal news reporter on Court TV and Headline News
cease: no ny, no cry
llanwydd: you are very fortunate not to know, tween
Dr. Headphones: don: the one to determine who plays against detroit? that's all i hear on the radio here in michigan.....
llanwydd: I call her "The Sneer"
cease: detroits next victim
Johnny Piano: Annoying as hell, Tween - especially the Southern accent...
llanwydd: actually nancy grace used to be a prosecutor
Johnny Piano: Now she's a persecutor
MarkTween: hey... I'm in TX lol
Johnny Piano: I'm not talkin' Texan accent...
llanwydd: her business was throwing lives away and she still can't get enough
H. Stones: surely not Tween, i thought you were in Austin !
Bambi: I stopped watching commercial television along time ago ... news or otherwise ... read the news from all over the world ... get a better picture
MarkTween: Oh, OK, that's different :-)
Dr. Headphones: LOL, stones! i've been in austin several times, and it ain't like the rest of the state :)
H. Stones: exactly Dr H
MarkTween: How true Stones, how true lol
Dr. Headphones: bambi: about the only commercial TV i watch these days is Stewart and Colbert :)
Dexter Fong: Hell, llan is in West By God Virginny
MarkTween: Me too Bambi
donk: nancy grace is an entertainer, who thinks, no one is innocent
cease: yes that most topical thing you can watch, kend
llanwydd: not in many years, dex
cease: we have weekly political comedy shows, not daily stuff up here
Dr. Headphones: don: we're all guilty, we just need evidence....
Dexter Fong: llan: Check with Nino...he's never wrong, you know
H. Stones: and Habeus Corpus of course Dr
llanwydd: I've seen her convict people on television with the flimsiest evidence which is probably good enough for her viewers
Johnny Piano: Ken, you're in St. Louis?
MarkTween: Well folks, I'mm callin' it a night. Hope to see some of you on Saturday. Till then, happy trails to everyone...
Dr. Headphones: stones: reminds me of joke. american man and wife touring england, go to runnymede. man asks the guide what happened there
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
Johnny Piano: Night, Tween.
||||||||| MarkTween departs at 11:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: no habeus corpus irish rose no more
donk: i'm innocent, unless you have the video to prove other wise, and then i'll deny it
H. Stones: gnight Tween
Dr. Headphones: guide says "magna carta signed, 1215". wife looks at watch, says, "we just missed it by an hour!"
H. Stones: lol Dr
donk: rats
Dexter Fong: And I also am outta here...think good thoughts for Lili and good thoughts about Klok and I'll be absent next week Dear Friends, see you in 2 weeks
Bambi: lol
Johnny Piano plays rimshot for Ken's joke
llanwydd: I'd like to see prosecuting attorneys abolished, to be quite honest
Dr. Headphones: later, dex, be good (or invite me!)
Bambi: have a great night Dex
Johnny Piano: Night, Dex
Dr. Headphones: tnx, JP
llanwydd: nite dex
Johnny Piano: I'll ask again - Ken, are you in St. L?
cease: nite dex
H. Stones: ok i better call it quits too, maybe i might see some of you on Messenger or Skype
Bambi: I too am going to have to call it a night ... been great seeing you all tonight as always
llanwydd: nite bambi!
Dr. Headphones: i'm in sturgis, michigan. i've been in st. louis but not lately
cease: ok night stones
llanwydd: and stones!
H. Stones: Have a great week everyone, stay safe stay well
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, hemlock
cease: thanks for everything, bambi
Johnny Piano: Ah, the party's poopin' out on me...Hey, Blootwurst!
Bambi waves!
||||||||| "11:51 PM? 11:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bob D Caterino should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bob D Caterino enters and sits at the bar.
Johnny Piano: Nite, kids.
Dr. Headphones: nino gets me all over to places i'm not
donk: thanks Stones, you too
Merlyn: nite piano
Dr. Headphones: hi, bob d
Johnny Piano: Nino says you're in St. L - that's why I asked
Bob D Caterino: I gues we are getting old
llanwydd: kind of sorry for stones. he has to stay up real late to chat with us
cease: piano
Bob D Caterino: Guess even
Dr. Headphones: catherwood, give bob a beer
||||||||| Catherwood gets bob a beer.
llanwydd: hey bobby d
Johnny Piano: Hullo, Bob
donk: nite all RIP Klock
H. Stones: good night all
Bob D Caterino: Hello good Dr
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs H. Stones by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Bob D Caterino: Nite Hemlock
Johnny Piano: Nite, donk
Dr. Headphones: so long, don
cease: indeed donk
Johnny Piano: calling Dobolina, Mister Bob Dobolina
llanwydd: nite donk
Bob D Caterino: Oh the Klockster. So sad indeed
llanwydd: don't you hate when everybody leaves at once
llanwydd: good night
llanwydd: just kidding
Bob D Caterino: lol Minkees fan?
Johnny Piano: Reality sucks sometimes...
Bob D Caterino: Monkees even
Johnny Piano: For a moment I thought you were Inspector Clouseau
Merlyn: clouseau is a Minkees fan
Bob D Caterino: I was going to say that myself
llanwydd: his menkey?
Johnny Piano: Sure, love the Prefabs
Dr. Headphones: jp: someone famous (i don't recall who) said "reality is the only dream we all share."
cease: who would have thought that the last time klok signed off here would be the last time
llanwydd: neau, his menkey
Merlyn: "does your dog bite?"
Johnny Piano: Well there's a search engine calling you, Ken
Bob D Caterino: Well my millionth time here and first time with others
Dr. Headphones: jp: not worth the effort until i need to know. just like the CIA. i might be rendered if i know too much
llanwydd: LOL merl. that's not my dog
Bob D Caterino: Puttin on the dog huh
Johnny Piano: Rendered?! Grid forbid!
Dr. Headphones: bob: enlighten us on that comment, i don't recall seeing you here, but then, i have mammary, er, memory problems at times
Johnny Piano: There's those breasts again
Bob D Caterino: everytime I come here their is no one here
Johnny Piano: You sure we're not just hiding?
Dr. Headphones: one of my dad's favorite comments to me as a kid was "you're as useless as tits on a boar hog."
Johnny Piano: LOL
llanwydd: mammal problems?
Dr. Headphones: ah, so you came early and will stay late :) groovy, peachy, etc.
llanwydd: don't look at me. I'm a marsupial
Johnny Piano: Go hang by your tail, llan
Bob D Caterino: My dad always said "Your ass is hanging out of the side of your head" I really don't know what it means maybe your nuts
Dr. Headphones: i ran over a poor marsupial the other day....
Johnny Piano: I hate Quantas
Dr. Headphones: trivia: what does "quantas" stand for?
Dr. Headphones: and no googling!
Bob D Caterino: um airline? lol
Bob D Caterino: kidding
Johnny Piano: No idea...fess up
Dr. Headphones: QUeensland And Northern Territories Airline System
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| donk - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johnny Piano: Well, throw another shrimp on the manta ray barbie
Dr. Headphones: i'm full of useless trivia...and other stuff....
Bob D Caterino: "and never had an accedent". Rainman
Dr. Headphones: hey, some dude in florida got barbed by a sting ray today
cease: klok was full of usefull trivia
Johnny Piano: And lived...so far
Dr. Headphones: heard on radio he has 30cm barb in his chest, but lived
Bob D Caterino: The ray jumped out of the water and into his boat. They are pissed off for some reason
||||||||| 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..
Merlyn: a bobbin' ray?
Johnny Piano: Thank you, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "It was a pleasure to serve you..."
Bob D Caterino: Dr. AM Radio? perhaps
cease: Maybe all these dieing Rays are significant
Bob D Caterino: i never liked Bob and Ray
cease: Ray Charles, Sugar Ray, Stevie Ray Vaughn
Dr. Headphones: jumped out of the water into a boat? didn't hear that! "coming soon to a theatre near you: attack of the sting rays"
Johnny Piano: It all started with Ray Charles
cease: they are an acquired taste
Merlyn: spring has sprung, sting is stung
llanwydd: I always thought klok and dex were the wittiest in this chat room
Bob D Caterino: Yeah jumped out and stung him then back in the waters again
Johnny Piano: Singe 'em!
llanwydd: about equally
Bob D Caterino: not shadows lol
Dr. Headphones: bob: i listen to sirius satellite radio, that might have been on BBC, CBC, or NPR since that's about all i listen to
cease: as if the firesing could ever be as massivley popular as monty python
Merlyn: a swim-by stinging?
llanwydd: but john greenleaf was whittier
Dr. Headphones: lol, llan!
Bob D Caterino: Singe em and eat em. good eats
cease: is dex gone?
Johnny Piano: Oh no, the ray died - didn't make it back out of the boat.
llanwydd: gone for the moment
Bob D Caterino: do you get opie and anthony or is that the other radio
Dr. Headphones: i have heard that some unscrupulous seafood dealers cut circles from ray fins and call them scallops
cease: nxon was wittier, some obscure la suburb
Johnny Piano: The old guy was trying to throw the ray back out of the boat when he got stung
Bob D Caterino: Firesign as popular as who??? Who is python
Dr. Headphones: i used to see them as a kid, swimming in the gulf
cease: we wont get pooled again
Johnny Piano: Well, Ken, you just killed my love of scallops...
Bob D Caterino: Gulf war using only stingrays
cease: i saw imax flick aboutg fish and sea life in ottawa a few days ago
Dr. Headphones: sorry, jp, but i don't think it's a real prevalent practice
cease: made me not want to eat fish, but definitely want to eat more scallops
llanwydd: I used to catch stingrays when I worked on fishing boats
Dr. Headphones: sea life in ottawa? didn't realize it was on the coast
Johnny Piano: I was unaware of the Ottawan Ocean
llanwydd: had no use for them. always threw them back
Johnny Piano: Great minds...
Merlyn: I heard of someone killed by a stingray, but they got run over
Dr. Headphones: you canadians run a nice radio service, though. i enjoy it a lot
Johnny Piano: A little bond-o, badabing!
Dr. Headphones: lol, merl! also baracuda and marlins
cease: all our politicians minds pooled in ottawa might make a puddle, not an ocean
Bob D Caterino: Anyone see firesign live?
Bob D Caterino: ever
cease: several times
Johnny Piano: Why, they otta
llanwydd: I have
cease: mostly in seattle
Johnny Piano: Only on video, Bob
cease: the weirdly cool tv show?
llanwydd: April 2nd , 1981
Bob D Caterino: Saw them in Carnegie Hall and Town Hall in NYC and.....my spellin sux
Bob D Caterino: 197 something
llanwydd: I saw them at Town Hall in New York City
Johnny Piano: And some other stuff, Cat
Bob D Caterino: Weirdly Cool was awesome and um weirdly cool
cease: for what it was, it was well done
llanwydd: I got Phil and Phil's autographs after the show
Dr. Headphones: i have the WC DVD and love it
cease: but not Phil and Phil?
Johnny Piano: Would love to meet the guys in person - have a photo that David sent me years ago that he got the others to sign
cease: you should definitley do so, johnny
llanwydd: Pete left the building first
Bob D Caterino: Phil P is a close and dead um dear friend, um well a good friend, well... he emails me a lot
llanwydd: I would have loved to meet Ossman
cease: if we can learn anything from klok, it's dont put off doing anything
Dr. Headphones: only memorabilia i have worth talking about is the WC script, autographed by all 4 or 5, PBS premium several years back
Bob D Caterino: Met Phil P and Pete B at a small bar in NYC
cease: llan, hes still alive. take advantage of that fact
llanwydd: It was Proctor who told me the meaning of the name Firesign Theatre. I asked him
Johnny Piano: I have about 3-4 years of correspondence via snail mail from the late 70s between myself and David
Johnny Piano: Yeah, David turns 70 in December...
cease: yes, they do write letters
llanwydd: easy for you to say, cat. you live very near him
cease: there are these things called planes, llan.
Bob D Caterino: David was good doing that. I have a letter hand written and signed by all four.
llanwydd: I live thousands of miles away
cease: makes really far away places become miraculously close
llanwydd: great idea, cat
Dr. Headphones: i read a book by euclid about planes (and lines and points and triangles, etc.)
Bob D Caterino: 70 holy chit
cease: jsut loking at museum of how canada was setltled, even hearing tale of my grandparents living in holes n the groung a century ago
llanwydd: must make a pilgrimage
Johnny Piano: Yep, Bob - 'tis true
Dr. Headphones: i thought klok was older than 57, hell, i'm 54
Bob D Caterino: wow, they were all younger then I when they started
cease: i didn tknow his age exactly but knew he was older than me
Johnny Piano: I'm probably the snot-nose punk here, and I'm 46
llanwydd: 57 is not old. he must have been in very bad shape
Bob D Caterino: 50
cease: yes you should llan
Dr. Headphones: llan: only really bad thing i knew about him was diabetes
cease: i forget how old tiny was but i think younger than that
llanwydd: I've got you beat johnny. I turned 45 in september
Bob D Caterino: he must have had "More Sugar"
cease: i didnt know that
Johnny Piano: Well, damn! You whippersnapper
Merlyn: oh, having any kind of flu or allergy can mess up your blood sugar if you're diabetic, and it can get worse without you realizing it
Dr. Headphones: those last emails sure sounded like heart problems, though
cease: you thikn a visiti to a doc could have saved him?
Dr. Headphones: merl: didn't know that. i guess i'm fairly lucky not to have anything major like that
Bob D Caterino: I havent been to a doctor since I was a kid
Dr. Headphones: cat: it's hard to say. sometimes doctors can kill, too. hundreds of thousands here die due to bad medicine or failed operations
Johnny Piano: Knock on wood or a suitable substitute, Bob
cease: true
Bob D Caterino: If you go to a specialist, it is their job to find something wrong with you
cease: i jst wondered if he were avoiding docs or not
cease: sounds like he was in a lot of pain there
Bob D Caterino: Just eat good and whatnot
Dr. Headphones: i really don't know that. he had to go at least occasionally to get insulin 'scrip, i'm sure
Bob D Caterino: he was a regular huh
Johnny Piano: There, but for the grace of Grid, go us all
llanwydd: very regular
Dr. Headphones: oh yeah, bob, for many years. a super guy, i don't have *anything* bad i could say about him
Bob D Caterino: Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Bob D Caterino and inquires "You rang?"
cease: a very positive force
Bob D Caterino: Catherwood, go call the auto club and show them what a real wreck looks like
||||||||| Catherwood goes call the auto club and show them what a real wreck looks like.
Johnny Piano: Vicious, ain'tcha?
Dr. Headphones: catherwood, how far to the antelope freeway?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Dr. Headphones and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: i five hundred and twelth mile
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, stick a fork in it
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Johnny Piano and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Johnny Piano!"
Merlyn: Catherwood, give me some ?
||||||||| Catherwood gives Merlyn some.
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C'mon,BabyBightrethighrehighre - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johnny Piano: Catherwood, please type some gibberish
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Johnny Piano and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Bob D Caterino: Catherwood can't get no wood
||||||||| Catherwood brings no wood.
llanwydd: catherwood seems an entirely different character in Nick Danger
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside llanwydd and says "Would you like something?"
Dr. Headphones: catherwood needs viagra, then :)
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dr. Headphones and mumbles "Did you want something?"
Bob D Caterino: no pup tents huh
Merlyn: Catherwood, get me some ?!
||||||||| Catherwood gets Merlyn some.
Johnny Piano: Catherwood can't get no satisfaction
||||||||| Catherwood gets no satisfaction.
Merlyn: hmm, thought I had the 'pi' character in the code
Dr. Headphones: catherwood, roll us a couple of bombers....
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dr. Headphones and inquires "Someone mention my name?"
Johnny Piano: Yeah, you and Mick both...
Johnny Piano: The 'pi' ain't showin' up.
Dr. Headphones: try cake
llanwydd: well, I must expire for the night. I'll be a week older when I return
Johnny Piano: Sadly, so will the rest of us, llan.
Bob D Caterino: See that show Improv? They gave the boys about forty minutes to do a nick Danger
Dr. Headphones: llan: TTFN, CUL8R
Johnny Piano: Cheers, mate
Bob D Caterino: Nite II
cease: yu hope so, llan
Merlyn: let them type cake?
Dr. Headphones: and i, too, have been up too long today, must call it a nite
Merlyn: yeah, getting late, good night
cease: off you night, kend
Merlyn: anyone seeing the touring show of Spamelot?
Dr. Headphones: the rest of you carry on as best you can without me ;)
||||||||| Dr. Headphones leaves at 12:23 AM, 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..."
Bob D Caterino: Yep so we close yet another chapter on this ..... oh hell GN
Johnny Piano: Double U, Double O, Double P, Double L, Double E, Double R - not pronounced "Whoppleer"
cease: off we all fly then
cease: windless
Johnny Piano: Good night, everyone.
Merlyn waves goodbye
cease: night, klok
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:24 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs cease by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:24 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Johnny Piano: Have not seen Spamalot in any config...sure I'd like it.
Bob D Caterino: and good night Mrs Calabash whwho ever you r
||||||||| Johnny Piano leaves to catch the 12:24 AM train to Billville.
Bob D Caterino: Say hey to Bill, Bill and Bill
Bob D Caterino: Eric Idles thing?
Bob D Caterino: IIan so long
Bob D Caterino: catch you next week
Bob D Caterino: Nite Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "Until we meet again!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:27 AM and dave steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
dave: well it looks like I missed the main group but I just thought I'd say that I'm here and haven't been able to attend because I have a choir that rehearses on thursday nights
dave: so just thought I'd make my appearance and say again, RIP Klok, god I'll miss you
||||||||| "Hey dave!" ... dave turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:29 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bob D Caterino - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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 5:32 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."

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