A Firesign Chat


Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| 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 October 03, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:54 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn LeRoy', just granted probation at 8:54 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey dex
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll change the topic...
Dexter Fong: Hey Brian
||||||||| Phil Austin enters at 8:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Phil Austin: Dudes ...
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey phil!
Dexter Fong: Hello PA
Phil Austin: I don't have very much time and I'm probably a bit early, eh?
Merlyn LeRoy: A little early, but it should pick up soon
Dexter Fong: Yeah maybe a bit..but you never know
Merlyn LeRoy: It'll get people to show up on time next week, I'll bet
Dexter Fong: I've been waiting hundreds of hours for this =)
Phil Austin: Well, I'm not on my own computer and I won't be around much.
Merlyn LeRoy: ah, well. on the road?
Phil Austin: At our beach house on Fox Island, fall, rain and going to the majorest of events: Oysterfest on saturday
Dexter Fong: Oysters......mmmmnnn
Merlyn LeRoy: I've been reading up on insane artist Henry Darger, looking for jpgs for Art of the Insane clips
Phil Austin: Bri - you should essay an insane work yourself, based on one of the shows.
Dexter Fong: He's got the papers to prove it I assume?
Merlyn LeRoy: on show #10, there wasn't much of a prerecorded segment at 7:00, so both cameras missed the opening of Art of the Insane
Merlyn LeRoy: So I'll have to fill it with art
Phil Austin: how insane
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Ken', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Dexter Fong: Hi Kend^
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 9 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Phil Austin: Fong, where does Dexter Fong come from? I remember Jim Fang
Ken: hello, dear friends
Merlyn LeRoy: There's a salon article on him at http://www.salon.com/books/review/2002/07/23/darger/
Dexter Fong: PA: Dope Humor of the Seventies...it's your character dude...=))
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, now it's the top of the hour (I have Catherwood announce the hours if the room is occupied)
Ken: i came in right at 9pm by server's clock, so double duty--announced me and hour
Phil Austin: See? I was right about ... the comet, I think. Ah, Dexter Fong. I think he's on the new San Francisco Cop Show : R.I.P
Dexter Fong: Brian: How about Be-Bop announcing "ten past the last"?
Phil Austin: Awright
Ken: is this chat too "up-key" for be-bop?
Dexter Fong: PA: Yes he is but it's not a reoccuring part unfortunately
Ken: or is he the counteracting influence we need? hmmmm.......
Phil Austin: By the way, because I could disappear at any minute, David told me by email today that he was going to try to be here after some interview he's doing, I think at 5;30 pst
Merlyn LeRoy: ken: it could be an 'outro' message, it's hard to come up with an exit message that mentions the time...
Merlyn LeRoy: I've kind of made Catherwood the normal host who announces the time and entering guests.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Freq Man inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: catherwood is an excellent choice for that duty
Ken: hey freq
Dexter Fong: Hi Freq
Merlyn LeRoy: Yeah, David mentioned he might try to get here tonight, too. And Peter says he intends to get here on some Thursday
Freq Man: Nice bit on NPR today
Dexter Fong: PA: Dexter made his appearance on Let's Eat show
Ken: our station is doing pledge week and i missed it. audio archives are up at 10pm (edt) so i'll get it later
Phil Austin: Peter and his intentions ...
Merlyn LeRoy: I missed the live broadcast, I'll have to catch it on the web again.
Phil Austin: dex: where on Let's eat? Do you remember?
Dexter Fong: ..The Road to Hell starring Audacious Murphy
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, should appear sometime during this chat, really
Phil Austin: Hi Freq, by the way
Phil Austin: The Road to Hell is paved with Shit ... but it's really Good Shit
Freq Man: Hi all... I've been gone forever... what happened to the MIRC stuff... what's all this new stuff... WOW.
Dexter Fong: PA: Well...it shows up on Not Insane and I do have the show it was taken from but I can't tell you just off hand which one it was..could track it down and send the info to Brian if you'd like
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Uncle Ernie', just granted probation at 9:07 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Merlyn LeRoy: Lots more hits again today, firesign is on NPR's front page again.
Uncle Ernie: G'day Y'all!
Ken: dex: most people don't realize that the original quote "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" was from karl marx (not groucho)
Ken: hello, unca ernie
Dexter Fong: Thank you Ken
Merlyn LeRoy: that's old testament stuff
Dexter Fong: Hi Unca ernie
Uncle Ernie: Phil thanx for everything and don't ever quit we need you more than ever!
Uncle Ernie: Hi Dexter?
Freq Man: That's "N. Tenschen's " Swell Coffee motto... sort of "The road to swell is paved with Good N. Tenschen's coffee" (sponsor of the Texas Radio Theatre)
Dexter Fong: PA: It also appears on Martian Space Party
Phil Austin: Quit?! How do I sign up? What do you know that I don't know? I didn't know this was an option
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:10 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Uncle Ernie by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood leads Uncle Ernie inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Bye Unca ernie
Dexter Fong: i Unca Ernie
Ken: "options are the basis of life and the stock market." middle-aged testament, book of zen, chapter 6, verse 66
Merlyn LeRoy: you went and came back, ernie?
Freq Man: Seems there's a bit of a commotion in here...
Uncle Ernie: I'm back and I'm beautiful well I'm back anyway!
Merlyn LeRoy: 1 out of 2 ain't bad
Ken: shirley maclaine stars as mary kay on cbs movie, sunday. there's got to be a good joke in there somewhere :)
Merlyn LeRoy: phil, I suppose you can't really say, but does it look like NPR may extend the Firesign bits past November?
Freq Man: Man, I thought that was a nightmare... yikes... I shouldn't sleep with the TV on...
Phil Austin: could someone remind me of the email address of the FSTblog entry page? I don't have it with me on the Island of Few Foxes
Ken: i'd love to see npr pick you guys up as regulars
Merlyn LeRoy: it's http://www.firesigntheatre.com/cgi-bin/fwl.cgi
Dexter Fong: And ethyls
Merlyn LeRoy: (that's to log in, not the viewer, which is wlv.cgi)
Freq Man: bunch o' regular guys....
Phil Austin: Thanks, it's what I needed. I'll try to get something up next week. and yes, it looks good for maybe a year with ATC on NPR at the moment
Dexter Fong: in a High test world
Merlyn LeRoy: you mean the URL, phil? I don't know if doc has an email address to add to the blog...
Ken: thank metamucil for that :)
Uncle Ernie: Phil whens the new album coming out, I'm still not satisfyed!
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, a year at NPR would be great.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwkdog into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Hey klok
Ken: npr doesn't get the huge numbers of rush limberger, but it gets the smart people (and me!)
Ken: hi klok
Freq Man: How often would the NPR features run?
klokwkdog: howdy all
Uncle Ernie: Hi Klok?
Merlyn LeRoy: Oh, I heard from Connie, I'll be sending her a copy of the mark time/danger DVD with Lew's eulogy on it (as soon as my main mac gets fixed)...
klokwkdog: are they still using Sennheiser microphones?
Merlyn LeRoy: hey klok
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bubba's Brain into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Ken: hey bub
Dexter Fong: Hey Bubba
Bubba's Brain: Hey, all
klokwkdog: hi BB
Uncle Ernie: Hay Bubba!
Phil Austin: seems to be between two and three a month. We're negotiating with each other at the moment.
Freq Man: This place is filling up quicker than a Texas hurricane shelter...
Phil Austin: Please send Connie love from the Austins, if you would
Dexter Fong: Bartender..gimme another of those Texas Hurricane's
Ken: hey brian, how difficult would it be to sort the list of waiters in the waiting room to put all the "red" people at the front and alphabetize the remainder?
Freq Man: PA: That's great... I was thrilled to hear it today...
Dexter Fong: Hey you mean there's Commies here??
Ken: phil: have there been any negative comments on your content so far?
Merlyn LeRoy: Ok phil; ken, not too hard at all, but right now it shows you the order people "entered", which is also useful
Uncle Ernie: I've got some great Road Apple Red! Here pass this around!
klokwkdog: those Texas-sized hurricanes are big...
Bubba's Brain: No, Connies, as in the Connumist Manifest, Oh.
Dexter Fong: Put an umbrella over it Bartender
Phil Austin: ken: yeah, I've seen some letters that really hate us. This seems to me to be a good thing.
klokwkdog: those at the front of the line get a prize?
Freq Man: publicity is publicity...
Ken: any off the cuff idea of the ratio of good to bad comments?
Dexter Fong: Get appraised
Freq Man: is... um..
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Phil Austin, and leaves.
klokwkdog: I haven't heard much about TDT, Connie -- anyone have news?
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, he left!
Merlyn LeRoy: kwg, I just got email from connie, I'll be sending her a copy of the DVD with lew's eulogy on it
Freq Man: Maybe he's gone for a sit....
klokwkdog: that's great, M
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Merlyn LeRoy, and leaves.
||||||||| Dexter Fong, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Uncle Ernie: Is he waiting in the sitting room or sitting in the waiting room?
Ken: no, you wait in the sitting room, and sit in the waiting room
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:20 PM, then departs.
Ken: hi bun
Bunnyboy: Hi there, Mr. President!
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:20 PM.
Bunnyboy: and et. al.
klokwkdog: must be a lot of bull going on there
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 9:21 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Bunnyboy looks around
Ken: looks like phil left totally
klokwkdog: anyone get a postcard from Cat yet?
Bunnyboy: The Prez left?
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey, phil logged out
Uncle Ernie: Rats I wanted to ask Phil Why does the Porrige Bird lay his egg in the air?
Ken: didn't cat just leave today?
klokwkdog: I thought Monday, it would be all right, Ken
Dexter Fong: And Phil too...hmmm conspiracy or fact?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Phil Austin into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Phil Austin: back now
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Ken: i love a good conspiracy
Dexter Fong: He's baaaccckk
Ken: hey tom
doctec: hah - timimg is everything
Merlyn LeRoy: The rooms confused you, I suppose
Bunnyboy: Hi there, Mister President!
Dexter Fong: Bonna Serra Signore Dottore
Phil Austin: what are the functions of the various rooms, for God's sake. I got lost. It was surreal.
Merlyn LeRoy: Some of the other rooms are "funny"
doctec: sorry, i got distracted - playing around with a new (actually not so new) synthesizer I bought last week
klokwkdog: well, it's at least good to hear that they are negotiating (it was never clear who "they" are, since he didn't name three) -- negotiating is better than war; besides, we can again ask Phil; he's retoined!
doctec: coolbeans
Bunnyboy: There's a whole flood of Phil onna my screen.
doctec: there there, phil
Bunnyboy: No echo
Merlyn LeRoy: Phil, for example, if you go into the sitting room and say "Nick, We can't talk here" it comes out "Mick! Me man't malk mere"
Bunnyboy: echo
Bunnyboy: echo
Freq Man: Not all surreal stays crunchy in milk...
Bunnyboy: Oh, what to do?
Phil Austin: klok: "they" meaning FST it's own damn self
Bunnyboy: brb
klokwkdog: yeah, somebody took our old chat and fitted it with one of those alternate reality engines; we all keep getting wound up ;-)
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:24 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:24 PM, then departs.
Phil Austin: Brian, sometimes I think you have too much time on your hands
doctec: it's one of those 'doc my arm hurts when i do this' situations - the other rooms are just that (other rooms) - don' go inta them (unless someone else leaves this one and you wanna dress alike and follow 'em around...)
Ken: i hear honda is coming out with a car with alternate reality engine
Bunnyboy: I had to leave, to see everyone but Phil. Again, Hi There, Mister President!
klokwkdog: yep, that constant ticking sound from my fingers
Merlyn LeRoy: And the Portrait Gallery echoes everything you say, and the chapel prints the text the same color as the background (what?)
doctec: Alternate Reality (tm)...
Phil Austin: Yo, bunnyman and the echos. You're from Seattle, aren't you?
Freq Man: So what does the aviary do?
Merlyn LeRoy: but the Auditorium & public address system are actually useful; if you talk there, people hear you in all the other rooms
Ken: keeps the birds from escaping?
klokwkdog: kwd chuckles that DT hasn't yet mastered the code page enough to throw a trademark symbol at us
Bunnyboy: Is yas correctheit, Puget Sounder, me.
Uncle Ernie: Phil why does the porridge bird lay his egg in the air?
Merlyn LeRoy: the aviary doesn't hear the auditorium or the PA system
Phil Austin: Yeah, the Insane in the Insane Rooms all hear you. Great.
Freq Man: Doc Tech... how goes it...?
doctec: I can hear all me too
klokwkdog: what is the Puget Sound, anyway -- is it like that hum they have in Arizona?
Phil Austin: Me and the Bombshell are just south of you.
doctec: Hey Mr. Freekman - Geex, long time no hear! Howz things in TX?
Merlyn LeRoy: It's kind of set up for larger crowds; if there were 100 people here, we can make it a moderated chat so people don't get drowned out
Bunnyboy: In that Tacoma, hey?
Freq Man: Quiet... almost too quiet (at the moment)
doctec: (Phil: Mr. Freekman used to DJ a comedy show on WXLR, a local college radio station in there here parts - CT that is...)
Dexter Fong: The eye of the hurricane?
Ken: ooh, i just got another penis enlargement email.....
klokwkdog: see Tac! ah, the memories of pulp mill fumes wafting through the air...
Bubba's Brain: 586 percent?
Merlyn LeRoy: doc, dunno if you've read the log, but Phil was here way before you, and ossman may show up later...
Dexter Fong: Ken: Keep trying you'll get there =)
Ken: size does NOT matter if you have no where to use it (ain't life cruel?)
doctec: (after a long absence from the air, he came back up to go a guest DJ stint there - I am in the area so I joined him - he got me to yammer on about Freisign and we played a lot of FST stuff)
Freq Man: DT: Actually I've been real busy, The Texas Radio Theatre is putting on a PAID show this weekend at (of all things) a municipal airport open house... we'll be performing an original script called "Cliff Proton and the Creature from Quadrant Five"
Merlyn LeRoy: ken: I think naked pictures count as penis enlargement email...
Dexter Fong: K: It's cruel...it's true but it's cruel
doctec: hello?
||||||||| "Hey doctec!" ... doctec turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'doctec', just granted probation at 9:29 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Merlyn LeRoy: "Hi, doc"
Phil Austin: Uncleman: Good question, damn you. This is as meaningless a phrase as we could come up with at the time. You have to ask Proctor for the exact circumstances, but it was something a Girl from Texas said to him. We thought it was as meaningless a something as was Malmborg in Plano. When this phrase is put through the meaningless Eliza program that seems to control the futureorisitthepast, the resul
Merlyn LeRoy: did something go wrong, doc?
doctec: yeah
Phil Austin: is a lack of memory,or a return to reality. Or something like that.
doctec: i fell into a black hole
Merlyn LeRoy: did you turn on "hear red"?
Ken: heavy comments there. too bad i'm not stoned to enjoy it totally
Bunnyboy: I'm enlarging my penis with generic spam.
doctec: why is it that every time i hit enter to post, my cursor goes away and i have to remember to click the mouse in the text field to get it back?
Uncle Ernie: Kewl Phil I'll bug Protor, I'll bug his mind!
doctec: i think i managed to push myself into a black hole because of that
Ken: spam IS a registered tm of the hormel corp.
Bunnyboy: Or, maybe...this can of Spam - tm...
doctec: hello
Merlyn LeRoy: that depends on your browser; are you using the same one as list time?
Merlyn LeRoy: /list/last/?
Freq Man: because pieces of the interet are falling off...
Dexter Fong: Spam....Is it pork?
klokwkdog: do not question the chat engine, DT, it may turn on you
Bunnyboy: lo doc
doctec: ok, giving up on IE, let's try Netscrape
Freq Man: you must eat spam with a spork
Merlyn LeRoy: There's a java bit that should focus the input on the text field, which is what I use.
Bunnyboy: Just a note: The new NPR stuff is now up at npr.org
Phil Austin: Nice to talk to you all, but got to go. Night. Hope David shows.
Ken: doc: works well for me in mozilla, netscape should also
Dexter Fong: Night Phil
doctec: i've typed in a bunch of things so far, but i think IE ate a bunch of 'em
klokwkdog: Freq, they designed it as a sphere: it turns back on itself (and DT, it would appear...)
Uncle Ernie: Nutscrape works for me but then again I have Macs ...
||||||||| "9:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Phil Austin, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Comrade Yamamoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:32 PM, then departs.
doctec: nite phil
Bunnyboy: G'nite Phil.
Merlyn LeRoy: Ok phil, looking forward to more blog entries...
Ken: g'nite, phil, glad to have you a board (2x4)
Freq Man: Wow... that was Swell!
Ken: hello, mr. yam
Comrade Yamamoto: Bah
Dexter Fong: Hey Yammster
Comrade Yamamoto: He split
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Timeshredder', just granted probation at 9:33 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Dexter Fong: Yes
Ken: wb, ts
Timeshredder: Hey, wha's up?
Freq Man: dt: have you kept up with my TRTC junk?
Uncle Ernie: Hey TS!
Bunnyboy: lo TS. You just missed Mister Austin.
Dexter Fong: Hi TS
Timeshredder: Thought I'd stop by again....
Ken: you *just* missed phil austin, one of the 4 (or 5?) members of the firesign theatre
Timeshredder: Dang. Well, that's ok, 'cause....
Timeshredder: I still haven't heard them...
Comrade Yamamoto: feel bad, I did to
doctec: Freq: I have tried to... I appreciate the email alerts
Bubba's Brain: Doc -- got one of the more recent brwoser versions that shows customized icons in the address bar?
Ken: they were on npr today, but i don't think the audio archives are up for another half hour or so
Timeshredder: We're in Toronto later this months, so I'm hoping to score an album there
Uncle Ernie: TS Run do not walk to the lobby and buy all their CD and DVDs at once!
Bunnyboy: TS: Go to www.npr.org. There are 4 RealAudio pieces there.
doctec: On this PC: Netscape 4.7, IE5
Timeshredder: Probably try that later....
Timeshredder: Thanks
Freq Man: dt: oh yes... you're on the groovy mailing list...
Bunnyboy: Ken: Au contraire. The new NPR stuff just came up.
Bubba's Brain: Have you encountered such icons?
||||||||| It's 9:35 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Freq Man: better get a towel...
Ken: good deal, bun. i always thought it was 10pm eastern
doctec: For much of the East Coast, the Firesign bit didn't play - they run ATC from 5pm to 6:30pm, then Marketplace from 6:30pm to 7pm...
Timeshredder: Who wants to buy a towel?
Ken: bub: i use mozilla, have found several sites that use the icons
Uncle Ernie: They were on NPR today? Must have been in the 1st houur, rats listened to all that reich-wing stuff for nothing!
Freq Man: they must be on Nova Scotia time...
doctec: it was that 6:30-7pm time slot that Firesign ran on ATC - that wasn't broadcast on the east coast
Merlyn LeRoy: brain: the fst.com logs often show browsers attempting to load our custom icon; we don't have one, though
Freq Man: it was in the last ten minutes I think of ATC
Bubba's Brain: Ken -- point your browser to www.lodestonecatalog.com... my handiwork.
: Tierra Del Fuego time, bucko
doctec: I caught it on the Bloomington Indiana PBS affiliate radio station's streaming feed.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Comrade Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:37 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Freq Man: Ah bloomington...
Bunnyboy: BRB. Gonna go strap on the cans for the new stuff...
Uncle Ernie: Boy they're going to get a nasty email from me tomorrow!
||||||||| Bunnyboy runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 9:37 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bubba's Brain: Oooh, Bloomington..... a hometown connections.
Freq Man: There oughta be more places that sound like Bloomington... gosh that town sounds swell...
Bubba's Brain: PBS affiliate Radio????
Ken: loading now, mr. bubbrain
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'HasNoName', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:38 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
doctec: BB: Sorry, NPR affiliate
Timeshredder: Hi, Hasnoname,
Bubba's Brain: Is that like NPR affilate Television?
HasNoName: Hola...
Freq Man: What... two nancy's
doctec: aren't PBS and NPR related after all?
Timeshredder: Didn't Clint Eastwood play you?
doctec: sorry
Freq Man: one's a red-headed step child of the other
Bubba's Brain: Sorry -- picking nits.... I know what you meant.
HasNoName: No, but he has options...
doctec: BB: Problem is, I didn't... :)
Timeshredder: But few expressions
Ken: hi hnn
Freq Man: loaded with options
Uncle Ernie: HNN sure you're blonde right?
Comrade Yamamoto: only $20000 extra
doctec: Hey Has
Ken: pbs and npr both get some money from cpb
Freq Man: factory to dealer incentives...
HasNoName: Here in Ohio, the same people do State news for NPR and PBS...
Timeshredder: Hey, didjya hear the fake "blondes will go extinct" bit ths week?
HasNoName: Ernie: not last time I checked...
Freq Man: financing available for those who qualify...
doctec: Has: You missed Phil Austin, he popped in to say hi
doctec: I missed much of his visit here
Bubba's Brain: Ken, did the icon show up okay?
Comrade Yamamoto: I don't listen to NPR *I* listen to the BBC so nerr!
HasNoName: Shoot...
doctec: the beeb
Timeshredder: Spoken like Eastwood. Shoot
Freq Man: someone hopped in to say PIE?
doctec: I'm gonna hafta call in a pizza order soon
Merlyn LeRoy: doc, did IE work for you last week (the need to click in the text area problem)?
Bubba's Brain: No anchovies!
Freq Man: no anchovies!
HasNoName: anchovies, hold the pizza, doc?
doctec: hopped in *with* a Pi... hella long number....
HasNoName learned the hard way that rice noodles are good.
Freq Man: GAH! Those beady little eyes!!!
Uncle Ernie: How about some anchovbie eyes, ya know like Rocky likes?
HasNoName: Actually, that wasn't that hard...
klokwkdog: after a while it repeats, DT ;-)
doctec: Brian: Well, on Lili's W2K machine it did - I'm at home now, on Win98 - I think her version of IE is more recent than mine too
Freq Man: Sorry to hear that...
||||||||| Catherwood leads biff brickbreaker inside, makes a note of the time (9:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: lodestone comes up normal icon, not custom
doctec: My IE is 5.00.3314.2101
doctec: Or thereabouts
Bubba's Brain: oh my.
Comrade Yamamoto: Mine is 6.66
doctec: hey biff
biff brickbreaker: hello
Freq Man: 5.00.2919
doctec: how many biffs can break a few bricks if a biff breaker could break bricks
Uncle Ernie: Comrade weren't you shot down over the Pacific in '43?
HasNoName: No, he was sunk...
biff brickbreaker: four
doctec: No, but my girl friend shot me down - on more than one occasion - :)
Bubba's Brain: Hmmm... and you do get icons from some other sites on that same browser, Ken?
Comrade Yamamoto: I remember it like it was yesterday. Landed on a dessert island and had a nice moose
biff brickbreaker: over the pacific?
Bubba's Brain: Chocolate?
Uncle Ernie: You know this reminds me very little of a time in the Estonian mountians!
Freq Man: Ok... it's time... the dogs are barking... I've gots lots of stuff to do for TRTC... got's two shows this weekend... Nice to see you all are still chatting and stuff... I'll try not to be much stranger... L8R all you groovy dudes
Uncle Ernie: I was but a mere pratt then ...
doctec: Estondian...
Merlyn LeRoy: doc, I'm using IE 4.5 on a mac
HasNoName: Yamamoto: was that the time God was your copilot?
Bubba's Brain: Did you fall.....
Comrade Yamamoto: Macs have different numbers
doctec: Yeah Freq - come back reeeeeel soon!!!!!!! Good to see your handle here
Uncle Ernie: Sorry doc. the road apple red just kicked in!
||||||||| It's 9:45 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Freq Man: don't foget to check www.texasradiotheatre.com every now and then... see ya later...
HasNoName: night, freq...
: HNN, Don't believe in god-gave it up for lent
Timeshredder: Hey, what gives?
Timeshredder: My last two comments didn't print
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Comrad Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Freq Man: bye... bye... bbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!
doctec: I thought you gave it up for the RENT...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:46 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dexter Fong by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Timeshredder: Bye
Ken: yes, bub. sorry about delay, i'm chatting with ex sister-in-law at same time
Bubba's Brain: ah, multitasking.
Uncle Ernie: Not until I've been dead for about a week, then maybe ...
Comrad Yamamoto: This thig keeps jüting me
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Timeshredder: Welcome back
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy enters at 9:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
doctec: I'm gonna try IE again (glutton for punishment that I am)
doctec: brb
||||||||| doctec departs at 9:47 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey, I confused my browser
Comrad Yamamoto: Cool
Dexter Fong: Doc: If IE doesn't work, try Aaargh
Uncle Ernie: I disappeared my high school!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'doctec', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
doctec: hello
Ken: bub: i get some custom, but can't tell you what they are right now
HasNoName: my browser is always confused, that way I never lose my place.
Comrad Yamamoto: Heello
Timeshredder: "Disappeared my high school"?
Merlyn LeRoy: Morse Science High
doctec: look at that - as long as I remember to click somewhere in the text field after every line i post, i'm ok here
Bubba's Brain: Yahoo and Amazon, I know have custom....
Timeshredder: Ah, it's in code
Dexter Fong: If you give me some wool, I'll knit a browser for you
doctec: otherwise i fall into a black hole
Comrad Yamamoto: Candy applr reds?
Bubba's Brain: Ken, what browser and version?
doctec: very weird
Comrad Yamamoto: apple...
Merlyn LeRoy: Hmm, don't like THAT, do
Merlyn LeRoy: c
Timeshredder: Don't eat those candy apples, might have razors in'em
Uncle Ernie: Sure TS! You'll listen you'll understand jusat quoters from the albums. Some quote Shakespeare I quote FST!
doctec: so if i appear to disappear again (without announcing my departure) it means i fell into a black hole again
Comrad Yamamoto: You get a close shave and a tasty treat
Bubba's Brain: That sucks, doc.
Timeshredder: Gotchya.... See, my being here....
doctec: Well, it might be useful info to Brian...
Timeshredder: Is the result of a fluke thing a couple of weeks ago.
Timeshredder: I hadn't even heard of the Firesign Theatre before then
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll see if I can fix it doc; you might want to try multiline input. Choose Configure and change "lines" to 2
Comrad Yamamoto: Take pills no flukes
doctec: inasmuch as once the enter key is pressed the focus seems to wander off to another frame
Timeshredder: Thought I plan to flisten
doctec: and the cursor vanishes
Comrad Yamamoto: You must
Uncle Ernie: Ah I've been a fan sincce before the beginning actually since 69.
Timeshredder: That typed wrong
Comrad Yamamoto: it's mandatory
doctec: ok, ducking out & back in
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctec by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Timeshredder: I was in kindergarten in 69!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:51 PM, then departs.
Merlyn LeRoy: Could be the problem, doc, though only the front page and the chatbar page use focus(), so I dunno where it's going...
Dexter Fong: Ahh a tacher eh?
Timeshredder: Wish is more legal than 69 in... Oh, never mind
Comrad Yamamoto: I was 69ing in kindergarten(sorry)
Timeshredder: Yeah, that's where I was afraid to go....
Ken: bub: not sure how that happened, sorry
doctec: hmmmm, i don't see input multiline setting on chat "front door" page...
Comrad Yamamoto: Not me, man
Timeshredder: Except "which" came out "wish" and so on
Merlyn LeRoy: It isn't there, doc, pull down the 'send to all' menu
Uncle Ernie: I was fighting the Fascists as a member of the sds in 69 U of M
Bubba's Brain: tsallright
doctec: i have to tweak the URL to get that to happen, I guess
HasNoName was still an egg in 69
Merlyn LeRoy: very last item
doctec: OK, multi is two
Ken: brian: doesn't the "send to" revert back to "all" any more?
Timeshredder: Which M state is U of M?
Uncle Ernie: Michigan
doctec: Nope - when i click "send" button, focus wanders off somewhere else
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Comarde Yamamto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:52 PM, then departs.
doctec: odd
Ken: there's only one U of M--michigan!
Timeshredder: Ah! I know some MSU people
Comarde Yamamto: now there are two of me
Merlyn LeRoy: Ken: it tries to stay where you last put it, but it really depends what your browser does
Uncle Ernie: MSU treason!
Comarde Yamamto: comarde
Timeshredder: So they're different, huh?
Uncle Ernie: Yeah like day and night!
Ken: please don't tell me i have to use ie also. that's like bamboo splinters under the fingernails to me
Timeshredder: Day and night aren't so different....
Dexter Fong: Ken: I'm using NN...no ral problems
Timeshredder: Where is U of M?
Dexter Fong: real
Uncle Ernie: Well not if your blind they're not ...
Timeshredder: I know Mich, but....
Ken: ann arbor. msu is lansing (state capital)
Uncle Ernie: Ann Arbor about 45 minutes west of Detroit.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Comrade Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Ken: ann arbor is about 45 in left of detroit on i-94
Timeshredder: Ok. believe it or not, I was confusing the two
Comrade Yamamoto: This is weird
Timeshredder: Been to Ann Arbor, know the SF club there,
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Comarde Yamamto - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Comrad Yamamoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Freq Man - dead from measles
||||||||| biff brickbreaker - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Timeshredder: Attend their parties semi-often
Ken: depends on the scale of your map, of course
Merlyn LeRoy: It's a massacre!
Dexter Fong: And the award for most appearances by a schizophrenic goes to the Comrades Yamamoto
Ken: 3 yams dead. call in the usda!
Uncle Ernie: I'm out by Metro airport ...
: Ojkay
||||||||| doctec runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctec?! It's 9:56 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: uncle ernie: i'm in sturgis, 1 hr s of kazoo, almost in indiana
Timeshredder: Just for the record, I'm in London, Ontario, Canada
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:57 PM, then departs.
Timeshredder: Eh?
Uncle Ernie: Ken been there done that in my wasted youth!
||||||||| Dexter Fong departs at 9:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 9:57 PM", then leaves hurridly.
Ken: wish i had a good canadian beer right about now. one of those blue ones :)
Uncle Ernie: TS are you a hoser? eh?
Timeshredder: Blue is just sorta average....
Timeshredder: Recommend Rickard's Red...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Tom Panamahat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn LeRoy: dex, you having problems too?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy 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.
Timeshredder: Sure. Or, if you want the strong stuff, Fin du Monde out of Quebec...
Timeshredder: 9%
Bunnyboy: lo agin
Ken: well, i'm not a connoseur (sp?) of the foreign brews. it's the best canadian i've ever had though
Tom Panamahat: Canadian Beer is okay
Ken: ooh, 9% is high for beer
Timeshredder: Conhoser?
Dexter Fong: Hi Bun
doctec: brian - how do i increase the number of lines for the private msgs & the bottom frame?
Tom Panamahat: mexican beer is bad
Timeshredder: Esp. down there
Ken: mexican beer is better for you than drinking the water. personal experience talking here :)
Timeshredder: Though i had a Mass beer called Magic Hat #9 that was pretty good, in Salem
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last)', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Tom Panamahat: If this new world odor happens give germany the cars
Tom Panamahat: japan the electronics
Bunnyboy: Hey, I stumbled across (oof!) a cool site yesterday...The Internet Broadway Database - www.ibdb.com
Merlyn LeRoy: doc: you can increase "bar" and "send" to add to the height of the private area & send area
Tom Panamahat: america the police
Timeshredder: Yamamoto, back from the dead multiple times
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): Yeah
Merlyn LeRoy: but you only ever get the last 2 lines of private messages listed
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): I do that
Uncle Ernie: If you guys legalize weed I'll be your newest citizen. I can make the border at Windsor in about 15 minutes!
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): an trick
Bunnyboy: Production info and cast lists going back over 70 years.
Tom Panamahat: but if Mexico gets the beer I am grabbing a gun and movin to the mountains
HasNoName: Didn't George Tirebiter have a hit with "Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last)" in '44?
Timeshredder: Oh yeah? I know Sarnia better than windsor, but they're both only an hour away
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): Yeah
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): Back when the President really WAS named Schicklegruber
Bunnyboy: And I hopped onto the Turner Classic Movies site, and there's a very exciting restoration premiering on Halloween.
doctec: Brian: I'm adding "&bar=15&send=15" in the URL ... doesn't seem to make a difference what number I set them to
Timeshredder: Hey, speaking of Halloween...
doctec: The frames stay the same size
Timeshredder: Here's a Halloween tip for everyone...
HasNoName: It was collected in his first album.. this was before longplayers, so it consisted of one 78 and lots of photos...
Uncle Ernie: Hoser is from SCTV The Great White North.
Timeshredder: about four years ago, we were having this party...
Tom Panamahat: i am trying to solve the nick danger game
Merlyn LeRoy: doc, it's fb1 and fb2
doctec: oh
Tom Panamahat: cheating is not beneath me
Merlyn LeRoy: you can use 'configure'...
Bunnyboy: It's a stills recreation of the long-lost LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT, starring Lon Chaney!
HasNoName: bb: I think I know which restoration of which you speak...
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): Doing the Werewolves of London?
Merlyn LeRoy: yep, but London After Midnight isn't all that long-lost. Existed in the 1950s
doctec: ah there we go
Timeshredder: Way. hold that... O , a stills recreation
Tom Panamahat: so is the address Sellyoursoultosatan.com
Tom Panamahat: or
Ken: wasn't the restoration after cromwell was ousted?
HasNoName: which sounds cool, but I don't think Stephen Stills is any replacement for Lon Chaney
Tom Panamahat: sellyoursoultosatan.org
Bunnyboy: bri: That's long enough for me!
Timeshredder: Anyway, I had this idea of putting songs on a VHS to random clips from horror movies
Bunnyboy: Where is that spam?
Dexter Fong: Unca E: Don't know if you meant it's a relatively new term "hoser" but I remember it from at least the 50's
Bunnyboy gropes around...
Timeshredder: Anyway, "Zoot Suit Riot" syncs perfectly with...
Merlyn LeRoy: Doc, I found a usenet thread about how IE screws up
Timeshredder: the black mass sequence from Witchcraft Throught the Ages. Scarily So.
Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last): Put it between two slices of bread and EAT IT
klokwkdog: cromwell was outed?
Uncle Ernie: I picked it up from SCTV and used it to kid with the Canadians.
||||||||| MrMuckle enters at 10:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
klokwkdog: he should have gone to Church more often
Merlyn LeRoy: > > I'm trying to set focus on a DTC textbox control and get different results
Merlyn LeRoy: > > with different versions of IE. I use the standard:
Merlyn LeRoy:
Merlyn LeRoy: > > IE 5.00.3105 does NOT work
Merlyn LeRoy: > > IE 5.00.2919 works with limitations*
Merlyn LeRoy: > > IE 5.00.2614 works with limitations*
Merlyn LeRoy: > > IE 5.00.2314 works with limitations*
Merlyn LeRoy: > > IE 5.5 works, but not a valid choice at this time
Bunnyboy: Isn't Stephen Stills playing Fat Bastard in the next Austin Powers?
MrMuckle: Yawn! Good Morning, all!
Ken: those pesky puritans
Dexter Fong: UE: Well they certainly put it on the map...the US map that is
Uncle Ernie: I(s that Mr. Mucklehoney?
Ken: hello, mr. m
Bunnyboy: lo MM
Tom Panamahat: not the puritans
MrMuckle: Ya. You betcha!
Tom Panamahat: its the Talibaptists
||||||||| It's 10:05 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto(how long will I last) - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Timeshredder: Telebaptists?
Dexter Fong: Look out for that display of PJ Proby Wine Mr. Muckle, honey
doctec: Well, one of these days I will bite the bullet and install the latest Mozilla anyway
doctec: ...Or maybe Opera
MrMuckle: Cumquats!
Ken: anabaptists are from catch-22
Merlyn LeRoy: he's gotta stop playing Beat the Reaper
Bunnyboy: And steer clear of Rocky's Dreaded Popcorn Shrimp.
Bunnyboy: No Jokes About America!
klokwkdog: didja see the NYT article about new mouse modes in Opera, going into Mozilla next?
doctec: time to call for pizza...
doctec: brb
Ken: new mouse modes?
klokwkdog: good luck (where's Phillip Morris when you need him?)
Uncle Ernie: Sure Bunny I have thousand of American jokes, hell just look out my window!
MrMuckle: New mouse nodes
Bunnyboy: Moose Meat on Thursdays...
Bunnyboy: Ernie: No, they're REAL! They're REAL!!!
klokwkdog: yeah, drag & click instead of pull down 3-level menus to do things; supposedly more natural. I'll find it; hold
Merlyn LeRoy: new mickey mouse club modes?
Merlyn LeRoy: that's what they said about pie menus
klokwkdog: yep, the Annette variations
Uncle Ernie: Bunny I spend 60 hours a week reporting about the Fuhrer and his corporate pals. If they're not American jokes what is?
HasNoName: merlyn: I think pie menus are what they're talking about with mouse gestures..
Ken: oh yeah, annette provided many pre-puberty fantasies for me as a kid
Merlyn LeRoy: MMMmmm mouse pie
Timeshredder: Scooped up by annette, huh?
Dexter Fong: Ken: Whose puberty
Ken: rat in a pita is better than mouse pie
MrMuckle: Annette lived in my neighborhood back then
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, if you were pre-puberty, what kind of fantasies could you have?
||||||||| Bubba's Brain, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary.
Bunnyboy: That's not Funn...icello.
Ken: lol, dex, MINE!
HasNoName: annette? wasn't that some sort of old internet service like archie or veronica?
Bunnyboy: Superman!
Timeshredder: Online route to Avalon
Bunnyboy: Spiderman!
Bunnyboy: Spongebob Squarepants!
MrMuckle: (((Good old Culver City, CA)))
Merlyn LeRoy: dangermouse!
Ken: no spiders, please
Timeshredder: Mighty Mouse!
Uncle Ernie: We took him to the Swiss Picnic for a good time and he chocked to death on a piece of cheese!
Bunnyboy: CULVER CITY! Slooooooooowly I turned, step by step...
klokwkdog: does the road to Amber go past Avalon? I forget.
Merlyn LeRoy: the cheese of peace
Timeshredder: Ernie: YOur story is full of holes
Ken: i like the holes in the swiss cheese. mmmm, tasty
klokwkdog: Ken -- it was ZD; hold more
Merlyn LeRoy: the holey cheese
Timeshredder: Road to Amber? Strange as news from Bree...
Ken: klok: dn't waste the time, i can find later
||||||||| 10:11 PM -- Bubba's Brain enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Timeshredder: The mitey cheese
Bunnyboy: Didja all know that Ye Olde MGM Studios in Culver City is now take up by Sony Pictures Studios?
Timeshredder: Mitey Mouse
Uncle Ernie: TS How about a nice blue moss? Come on I've been whipping the moss all afternoon!
HasNoName lol at Catherwood..
Timeshredder: Hey, that's personal business, Ernie!
Bunnyboy: Just found that out today...and I never even heard of Culver City.
Ken: was the moss bad? or just masochist?
HasNoName: And I was beginning to miss Firelogger....
MrMuckle: Hard cheese!
Bubba's Brain: Gotta go. S'yall later.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:12 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bubba's Brain by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Uncle Ernie: Ta ta BB.
Bunnyboy: nite Bub
Ken: bye, bub
Dexter Fong: Night Bubba
Timeshredder: Did you know the abbots made costella?
Merlyn LeRoy: laurel and hardy did a lot of filming in Culver City
Bunnyboy: "It IS blue. Smells like spam..."
Timeshredder: I'd be blue if I smelt like spam
Uncle Ernie: Then how about a nice Bear Wiz beer?
Ken: dex: did you send me a blank personal message? if so, what was the hidden meaning?
klokwkdog: ken - http://netscape.com.com/2100-1103-960408.html?type=pt
klokwkdog: nite BB
Dexter Fong: Brian: Did you send another msge, or is it the same one?
MrMuckle: its true. a lot of the old movie street scenes were Culver City
Dexter Fong: Ken: Just trying to clear the msge area of "configure stuff" sorry
Ken: thanks, klok, loaded, will read when chat is over
Merlyn LeRoy: I sent one a while ago, nothing lately, dex
Merlyn LeRoy: If you log out & in, you don't get your old msgs
Dexter Fong: Thanks Bri
klokwkdog: or was it that a lot of people who thought they were in Culver City were really living on Movie Sets?
Bunnyboy: I gotta go put some minestrone onna stove. It's starting to get cold and wet. Blessed Seattle!
Merlyn LeRoy: dex, if you select the blank menu entry, it just blanks your private msg area
Ken: np, dex, just got me to thinking--a rare thing these days
Uncle Ernie: Later BB
Bunnyboy: Have a swell nite, guys.
klokwkdog: ah, fog season begins, eh?
Timeshredder: And...
Dexter Fong: And I gotta park the car...be back when I get back
MrMuckle: Bye BB
klokwkdog: nite bun, Dex
Merlyn LeRoy: ok dex, by BB
Bunnyboy: Fog's getting thicker, Leon's getting larger...
||||||||| Dexter Fong runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 10:15 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Timeshredder: Bye Df and BB
Bunnyboy: The e-mails were right!
||||||||| It's 10:15 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tom Panamahat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn LeRoy: your penis is bigger, BB?
Bunnyboy: Bigger than...a breadbox?
Ken: that was MY email, brian. and no, it's the same as it ever was
klokwkdog: BTW, everyone remember to vote this time. Never again, after Florida, will people be able to mumble, "My vote doesn't count"
Ken: i want to move to new jersey so i don't know who i am voting for :)
Bunnyboy: What's My Li(n)e?
Merlyn LeRoy: (hmm, the reaper seems to have changed the text size)
Uncle Ernie: Well I guess it's that time ... Mr. Birdseed, Go To Press!
klokwkdog: Rule #1: vote for the dead guy, he won't break any promises and it will royally humiliate Armitage
||||||||| Bunnyboy departs at 10:17 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Ken: strom thurmond is running in nj?
Uncle Ernie: Thanx again for the chat Y'all. For those of you into politics, http://issuesandalibis.org
Ken: no, that's right, he's STILL alive
klokwkdog: nite
Timeshredder: Nice meeting you Ern
klokwkdog: unka
MrMuckle: He never lies and he's always right!
Ken: thanks, ernie, i looked at that last week, plan to keep checking back
Uncle Ernie: Hope to see you in Toronto TS, Mr Muckle you got it!@
||||||||| "Hey Uncle Ernie!" ... Uncle Ernie turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:18 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
doctec: back...
doctec: and gone again
doctec: i had to tend to laundry as well, just ordered pizza, will be done in 10 mins so i have to run now
Timeshredder: I'll check that site....
doctec: will stay connected however & will rejoin upon my return
klokwkdog: wuz hoping to see the Internet Radio Fairness Act debate on C-SPAN this week, but other things were on and I missed it if it happened
Ken: later, doc
doctec: brb (well, give or take a few minutes)
klokwkdog: but what I did see: they rolled the Strom Thurmond unit up to a mike and he stood there and words came out of his mouth!
Timeshredder: My wife returns! Catch you guys some other week....
klokwkdog: nite shred
Ken: klok: there's hardly anything fair when the govt. is concerned
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:21 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Timeshredder by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Ken: later, ts
MrMuckle: A fair for all & no fair to anybody!
klokwkdog: we have a new FM station here, 105.9 WXHQ in Newport - jazz and local music
Merlyn LeRoy: Ah, the new NPR Firesign Theatre clip is up at http://www.npr.org/ramfiles/atc/20021003.atc.08.ram
klokwkdog: it's one of those 3.5 mile-range low-power radio stations opposed by Clear Channel and the vicious FM commercial interests
Merlyn LeRoy: well, now nobody's talking...
klokwkdog: (and also opposed by NPR!). Newport is a fur piece, but it's across the Bay, so I can just barely receive it. Very optimistic operation, but the commercial interests are bent on destruction of all LP FM radio.
MrMuckle: no - nobody left 5 minutes ago
Ken: klok: start counting down now. it won't be on long
klokwkdog: McCain even put in a bill to basically bankrupt them if anyone complains of "interference"
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ken - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: the clock, she is a-ticking
: newport is a fur piece? a coat, a stole, a muffler?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Ken', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
klokwkdog: Nancy's muff, I believe
Ken: hey! what happened to me? i didn't exit, i was thrown out
klokwkdog: you can't be in two pieces at once
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm not sure, ken.
Ken: now i'm at the end of the list. hrmph.
Merlyn LeRoy: does your IP address change by itself?
klokwkdog: it's the Hectonberg discrepancy principle (which you can stand up for if you want now)
Ken: oh well, the last shall be first
klokwkdog: and the first shall be last...
Ken: no, i'm dialup, i retain same ip until i disconnect
Merlyn LeRoy: lemme check, ken...brb
klokwkdog: that's what you think - you gang aft a-glee
Ken: i'm not losing any sleep over it, brian, dont bother unless you're just curious
klokwkdog: you may be transported via an ipv6 tunnel
Ken: maybe i only have ipv5 and need to upgrade
klokwkdog: the spirit of Carl Sagan allows them to have billions and billions of IPs
Ken: and some connect directly to the galactic center yesterday or tomorrow
Merlyn LeRoy: well, it shouldn't do that; the reaper checks your IP address, and if you haven't requested a page for 30 seconds, it assumes you aren't on
Ken: i think i'm set up for 5 sec
klokwkdog: ipv5 was ipNG (as in, "we threw the ipNG...out the window!") and like the Star Trek series, very, very scary to be involved in
Merlyn LeRoy: but you've got plenty of entries from around 10:25, so you shouldn't've been reaped
Ken: as ye reap, so shall you sew
klokwkdog: if you use a chain stitch, I think you would have stayed on
Ken: i'm the weakest link, i suppose
Merlyn LeRoy: the time is 10:34 PM
Merlyn LeRoy: so the reaper will appear again in one minute, if anyone is to be reaped
Ken: not yet, i update constantly from atomic clocks and it's 1032
Ken: your server is gaining from week to week.
Merlyn LeRoy: it goes by our host machine time
Merlyn LeRoy: looks that way
doctec: back - w/swell pizza
Merlyn LeRoy: looks like the reaper passed you up this time. I'll change the time span to 1 minute anyway
Ken: how swell, doc?
Merlyn LeRoy: hey doc, the problem you're having is a bug in a release of IE - focus() just doesn't work
doctec: i see
Merlyn LeRoy: found a usenet message talking about it
doctec: i'll know how swell when i gets ta take a bite
klokwkdog: i thought he looked fuzzy
Ken: infinity is defined by the bugs microsoft sells and calls "features"
doctec: microsoft bugs me
klokwkdog: speaking of focus, when are the auto-icon thumbnail pictures of participants going to appear?
doctec: film at 11
klokwkdog: quick, the sock! put vaseline on the lens! ehlp!
Ken: ehlp
doctec: ...& sand in the vaseline
doctec: for that gritty realism
Ken: you should use a water-soluble lubricant for that application ;)
Merlyn LeRoy: pictures are Right Out; the way this works with refresh is horrible even with little icons
doctec: (can go thru a lotta lenses that way tho)
Merlyn LeRoy: The original code put in .gifs for smileys :) but the refresh had to reload them all the time
doctec: no pix - i guess that means no film at 11 either
Merlyn LeRoy: nah - but I should have XM radio clips from show #10 soon (finally)
Ken: until the entire world is broadband (women musicians?) text only is probably best
Merlyn LeRoy: I have to patch up "Art of the Insane" - the first 30 seconds has no video
doctec: so as i tried to say when i got here tonight, but fell in a black hole:
doctec: i joined chat late 'cause i got distracted playing around with a new synth i bought last week
doctec: (well it's not that new - vihntage 1998 or 1999)
klokwkdog: see - 9 MB of cache, and it can't throw up a few GIFs over and over: is browser design bad or what?
Merlyn LeRoy: It's just really annoying; the refresh dumps the gifs each time and redraws them.
klokwkdog: it must be financially rewarding to obsess about electronic instruments instead of cars, eh...?
doctec: klok: i'd have to agree with u there
doctec: (re cache issue)
Merlyn LeRoy: I find the refresh annoying enough, thanks...
klokwkdog: yeah, but can't you use frames and just refresh the text?
Ken: doc: when my ship comes in, i will want to buy a good electronic piano. when you have nothing better to do, since im in no hurry, recommend a good webpage to me, please
klokwkdog: gad, talk about oxymorons...
MrMuckle: Well, toodaloo, beertender...sleepytome time
Ken: ttfn, mm
Merlyn LeRoy: I could, but the icon row would 1) take up screen real estate and 2) still need occassional refresh, because it needs to draw new icons when people come & go
||||||||| "Hey MrMuckle!" ... MrMuckle turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
klokwkdog: the whole point about pianos is that they are this expensive, complex vegetable-mechanical device that always needs maintenance; it's the musical instrument equivalent of a sailboat
Merlyn LeRoy: look out, mr muckle!
doctec: Ken: best online vendor of musical instruments & electronic keybaords is http://www.zzounds.com/
Ken: klok: that's why i want electronic one
Ken: thanks, tom, will load and look later.
klokwkdog: ah, but like faux marble or a Japanese copy of a Mercedes...
Ken: i don't want much: just a full 88 keys, proportional response, etc.
klokwkdog: the full 88 keys bit is generally the sticking point
doctec: weighted action (like a real piano) or synth action (plastic keys)?
Ken: don't need a bosendorfer
Ken: doc: i want it to be louder when i press harder, don't care how it works
Merlyn LeRoy: I would guess only people who need their bosen dorfed would
doctec: OK, that's good because weighted action electronic keyboards more expensive than synth action
klokwkdog: wasn't dorf bozing outlawed?
Ken: only in east germany
Merlyn LeRoy: I think that was dwarf bowling
doctec: I wonder what the recommended interval for having your bosen dorfed is?
klokwkdog: well, it's just not the way you're going to meet Tori Amos...
Ken: not that i've ever wanted to meet tori.....
Merlyn LeRoy: don't bowl that dwarf, hand me the pinsetter
klokwkdog: every 6000 notes?
klokwkdog: hey! watch where you put your hands!
doctec: Quavers or semiquavers?
Ken: 6000 notes won't cover some medium length sonatas
Merlyn LeRoy: the concert was interrupted for garbage collection
klokwkdog: well sooner if used in urban stop-and-go or Philip Glass operas
doctec: hemisemidemi... ?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Duckster Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:50 PM, then departs.
Ken: quack, quack
Duckster Fong: Hello regulars...and you too ethyl
doctec: Don't Thoreau stoned houses at Glass operas
klokwkdog: yeah, that is one problem with putting concerts on a chip -- it's very hard to design garbage collection
Ken: klok: did you ever find "copenhagen" on pbs in your area? damned good play
doctec: what ever happend to platformate anyhow?
Duckster Fong: Ken: Yes
doctec: much sexier than ethyl
klokwkdog: that makes them non-deterministic and the embedded world won't use them lest an oil refinery blow up or something
klokwkdog: hence the dearth of singing refineries along I-95 in NJ
doctec: hold that tight?
Ken: but if you blue-shift all the chemical outpourings into audible sound, they are quite the musical marvel
doctec: er, tiger?
Merlyn LeRoy: kwd: I think you could use an incremental garbage collection that only does a few things in a constant time...
doctec: like pick up the banana peels every n days
klokwkdog: no, Ken. I saw note on Netcenter that Copenhagen premiered on BBC TV and flopped in audience stats (duh - all they want is sheep dog trials and dorf bozing programs)
Merlyn LeRoy: I once wrote a Z-80 machine language multiply routine that took constant time
klokwkdog: that's impressive
klokwkdog: divide is more difficult
Duckster Fong: Klok: Dorf bozing?
Ken: klok: it would have been extreeeemely boring if i hadn't liked the subject matter
doctec: divide and multiply
klokwkdog: read the log, DF, read the log... ;-)
Merlyn LeRoy: I came up with a 16-bit to 8-bit square root routine, too. Pretty easy in binary using newton's method
doctec: dex: ever had your bosen dorfed?
doctec: it;s not pretty...
Ken: when finished reading the log, throw it on the fire
doctec: but its' the only way to keep your bosen well maintained and running in tip top shape
Ken: brian: what's newton's method? throw it up in the air and it comes down rooted?
Merlyn LeRoy: ken, it's like long division, but you calculate the square root
klokwkdog: but I have not seen the listing on PBS anywhere here. I've also not seen again a listing for the Rigoletto they did, nekkid women and all (hey, if it's PBS, it's OK, it's "art" -- and I became a great opera fan all of a sudden)
doctec: square rooted
Duckster Fong: Doc: I've had my WIMP accelerated
Ken: ok, brian, i faintly remember learning that in high school, then promptly forgot it
doctec: rah rah sis boom bower - push it on up one more power
klokwkdog: ah, sqrt is just fancy divide - you can hack a binary divider to do sqrt, RK Richards showed how
Ken: logarithms are our friends :)
Merlyn LeRoy: I could calculate 1700 square roots a second on a 4-mhz Z80
klokwkdog: yow! talk about hot asm coding!
doctec: that and $3.95 will get you a Latte at Starbucks today...
doctec: Other than device microcode, is there really much call for assembler programming these days?
Duckster Fong: So..Ken: Get any new shoes lately?
Merlyn LeRoy: I suppose for embedded stuff
klokwkdog: it's even possible to do multiply in one clock, but divide (and thus sqrt) has problems that make it messy. most signal algorithms desperately avoid division-type stuff
Ken: no, still wearing the chinese labor camp work boots
Merlyn LeRoy: but that's probably more C than assembly
klokwkdog: all we did at my last job, DT
Ken: but right now, i have my lovely blue terrycloth house slippers :)
doctec: what's more difficult - writing tight assembler to run on small processors or writing an entry for the annual obfuscated c competition?
Ken: with the decorative black geometric embroidery
klokwkdog: there was a C for wimps, but parallel video DSP only hummed using careful asm coding
Duckster Fong: K: And they go well with that Blue shift
Ken: blue shift is necessary because my automatic shifter is in the shop
doctec: guaranteed to give new life to drab surrpundings
klokwkdog: obfuscated c (and Postscript, et al ) is just a pasttime -- tight asm is a critical problem
doctec: surroundings
Merlyn LeRoy: I dunno; I wrote some pretty good 68000 assembly for a mac/unix serial card, it could do 37600 baud on 8 ports
Duckster Fong: Very Baudy
Ken: i have somewhere a c.1985 pascal compiler complete, from borland, in original box, still shrinkwrapped. think it's worth anything?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctec: you guys definitely outstrip me in terms of your low-level programming expertise
Duckster Fong: Thank you Catheterwood
klokwkdog: it still goes on in embedded stuff because h/w costs money, and if your code breaks the CPU's address space or requires adding another flash memory chip, that goes on every unit, and at the volumes for blenders or cell phones, that is a LOT of money!
doctec: yeah cath
Merlyn LeRoy: prolly not much, ken
doctec: ken: hang onto that, those items will definitely become sought after at some point
Ken: it's probably maximized for 8086 processor anyway
Merlyn LeRoy: yep, and those are actually the largest number of computer chips is all the little embedded things
doctec: maybe you should check to see if anyone is selling similar stuff on ebay, and what they seem to be getting for it
klokwkdog: on a PC, with Intel & AMD ratcheting the clock every week and memory doubling in size every generation, it's 'way easier to throw resources at it instead of hiring expensive PERL programmers who do it right
Ken: it was a gift to me, and i never opened it. i hope carl doesn't real this log :)
Ken: read
Merlyn LeRoy: well, there's a geek gift; a compiler
Duckster Fong: Geek=Giver or Givee
Ken: the sad part is that it's probably 5" diskettes (real floppies)
doctec: ...& even with clock speeds increasing, Perl is still an interpreted language & thus not recommended for time-critical apps
klokwkdog: you can get chips for 75¢ in volume, put them in $4 land mines - very effective
doctec: making plans klok?
klokwkdog: no, I saw expose
Ken: it will keep the siding salesmen away :)
Duckster Fong: It'l blow them away
klokwkdog: motorola HC7xx CPU inside a Chinese land mine disarmed in Cambodia
Duckster Fong: ...adn the siding too
doctec: Lili was all excited this week, having reached level 4 and all...
Ken: home improvement for dummies: how to use land mines to open up new doors and windows
Merlyn LeRoy: level 4 of land mines?
doctec: level 4 hurricane
Duckster Fong: The game land mine I believe?
Ken: i was thinking sex, with one more "tickle" needed to propel her to level 5
doctec: ...but by the time she hit land, dropped to level 2... I *told* her to pace herself...
Merlyn LeRoy: yow, 20,000 hits today
doctec: but would she listen? noooooooo.......
Ken: you guys in the n.e. will get rain from lili on friday/saturday
klokwkdog: they are insidious as they are sold to the worst groups by some of the most respectable nations and they are used indiscriminately with no record of where they are, laid by sappers who are long-dead, but the mines keep on killing people
Duckster Fong: =) Great Brian
doctec: yeah, already getting cloudy - have had a couple of brief showers this evening
Ken: and oh so easy, klok. cheap too
Duckster Fong: Bright and sunny here Doc
klokwkdog: it almost rained on my parade
doctec: the NPR bits always bring a spike with them
klokwkdog: day for night, Dex?
doctec: as more people discover they're alive & kicking
Duckster Fong: Yeah they're filming again in my neighborhood
doctec: Dux
klokwkdog: yeah, a couple Italian companies will sell you a nice plastic mine with 60 ball bearings inside for $4 each in thousands
Duckster Fong: Re: Dux
Ken: dex: you ever "sneak" into the picture?
doctec: lol
Duckster Fong: Ken: I hate the f*ckers...always come in at night and suck up all the parking spaces
Ken: when i was in l.a. taping jeopardy, when i returned to the car on side street, there was a set there, with catering truck. i calmly walked by and snagged a donut off the table onthe sidewalk
Merlyn LeRoy: hey dux, I know where you can pick up a lot of land mines, cheap
Duckster Fong: Thanks Brian...
Ken: dex: you need to move to chicago, and put a lawn chair in "your" parking space. moving it is a capital offense in some neighborhoods
klokwkdog: it's hard to bury them under pavement
Duckster Fong: K: Sounds good but a hell of a commute to work
Merlyn LeRoy: just disguise them as roadkill or old newspapers
klokwkdog: then, you're dealing with people in the entertainment industry who are usually not all there for one reason or another (congenitally or chemically)
Ken: i'd vote for chemicals, klok. saw piece today that yet another band has cancelled their tour because member checked into rehab yesterday
Duckster Fong: They're so pompous..."Making magic here folks...walk around the block not here"
klokwkdog: hey! I was doing my unemployed dude exercise walk today and an electric co. truck roared past and a sprayer bottle full of unknown liquid jumped off the back onto the middle of the main road
Ken: magic? it's just light on silver halides for christsakes!
klokwkdog: i took it home, called up the electric co. and the local railroad (not sure whose yellow pickup it was) and reported it
Duckster Fong: Klok" ID it yet?
Ken: klok: don't worry about it, probably just some pcb's
klokwkdog: electric company came and got it ("It's just water" he claimed) but the railroad guy got my 2nd msg. that it had been retrieved and was amazed I was honest enough not to keep the sprayer
klokwkdog: so, IMO, it would be perfectly correct under current morals to steal ALL the donuts, DF
Duckster Fong: Klok: =))
klokwkdog: and if you see a particularly nice-looking car out there...
doctec: Steal all the donuts but return the water! words to live by
Ken: i was hoping roto would show up, that mad murderer is in his area
klokwkdog: in fact, get there early, put on a monkey suit and say "I can park that for you sir or madam"
Duckster Fong: Assume doughnuts=food not little spare tires
klokwkdog: hope for the best, Ken
Duckster Fong: Ken: was just tryng to remember who lived in that area
klokwkdog: not until many donuts later, DF
Ken: one of the unidentified was "a 55 year old man" and that's close to his age
klokwkdog: Bush, and Cheney when not at his undisclosed location
doctec: oh dear...
Ken: i sent him email, no reply yet
Duckster Fong: Prefer not to think along those lines ken
klokwkdog: it's always the wrong people
Ken: yes, i know, dex, but i do care about my friends
doctec: gotta tend to more laundry, brb
Duckster Fong: Apparently..anyone will do, so there are no "wrong" people
Duckster Fong: Ken: I understand...
Ken: that appeared to be completely random acts of violence.
Duckster Fong: Someone misinterpreted perform random acts of "kindness"
Ken: some gansta wanting to make his colors, or whatever the hell they call it now
Duckster Fong: You mean they're making Coloreds now?
klokwkdog: as David Love put it, "There are some folks that just need killing", and those should be the ones; the mass murderers should be more considerate
Merlyn LeRoy: What's roto's real name?
Ken: i read a quasi-new-age book once that said some people literally have no souls, they are total agents of evil. i didn't think much of it at the time, but tend to think it might be true now
Ken: roto=david sinclair
Duckster Fong: Klok: Yeah..how come when those people snap..they never go after the real evil bastards but just go take it out on unsuspecting innocents
Merlyn LeRoy: Ok, not him; names have been released
Ken: good to hear, thanks, brian
Merlyn LeRoy: still haven't found the lunatic, though
klokwkdog: yeah, we should convince psychotics that they would be even *more* famous that way
Ken: they won't until he starts bragging as some bar 3 months from now and someone overhears it
klokwkdog: the scary part is that these are not the kind of people who brag at bars...
Ken: probably right, dammit
Duckster Fong: Maybe he has a website
doctec: who, the murderer?
Ken: or his own irc channel
Duckster Fong: Lonegunman@Lunatic.kill
klokwkdog: it's always someone who lives alone and is kind of strange and reclusive and...hmmm...I better quit this analysis at this point
doctec: i'm killing someone right now! ... film at 11
Duckster Fong: lol klok
Ken: yeah, klok, that describes me also
klokwkdog klok thinks KdB is positively gregarious in comparison to himself ;-)
Ken: we are all capable of "snapping", it's jsut a matter of finding the right button to push
doctec: "strange and reclusive" is a relative term... (are relative terms?)
Ken: i'm recursive
doctec: Dux: I didn't know they were selling the ".kill" domains yet
Duckster Fong: That's strange
klokwkdog: yes, many of my relatives are stange and reclusive. One lives on a tiny island at the edge of the US, in Puget Sound, all alone, in a home-made cabin
Merlyn LeRoy: "Santa"
klokwkdog: no San Juans
Merlyn LeRoy: santa juanita
klokwkdog: he sells kelp, having given up a promising and prominent scientific career for a more basic life
Ken: maybe that's what i should do: ken sells kelp by the seashore
klokwkdog: it is very lucrative
Merlyn LeRoy: I would think business would flounder
doctec: bottom feeders...
klokwkdog: that kelp is one of the last really organic crops, and it is very pure and unsullied
Ken: what is kelp used for other than sushi?
doctec: just for the halibut
Duckster Fong: Nicely Orca-strated
klokwkdog: just difficult to harvest, because the tidal currents in that area get up to 10-15 knots and it's dotted with islands and buried rocks, usually obscured by fog
Ken: he needs to train some dolphins, or lease them from the usnavy
Duckster Fong: Outta teach seals and otters to harvest it for him
klokwkdog: no, Ken, it's dietary supplement, high in Iodine and other minerals; esp. useful if radioactive accident (although I would prefer a bottle of 65-mg potass. iodide pills)
Duckster Fong: Set up a big water slide...otters would love it
klokwkdog: and for thyroid dysfunction
Ken: that reminds me, i haven't taken my centrum silver yet today
Merlyn LeRoy: I've heard that only iodide pills really help
klokwkdog: which in baby boomers may also trace to radioactive iodine released in US bomb tests of the '50s and '60s
klokwkdog: yeah, pretty much. it's only critical for kids; over 45, you'll be dead of other stuff first
doctec: Give a person a fish, and they eat for one day. Teach them to fish, and sooner or later they'll upset the ecosystem
Ken: just depends on the size of the net, doc
doctec: dot net?
Ken: i guess size DOES matter, huh
klokwkdog: the kids around Chernobyl, pretty awful, but they dosed the kids in Poland in time and they pretty much seem to be fine: thyroid cancer nearly equivalent to normal
Ken: chernobyl translates to wormwood, one of the plagues of revelations
Ken: also active ingredient in absinthe
Merlyn LeRoy: one county (or whatever they have) was run by a competent guy who got iodide pills to the people in his county, and they had much lesser problems
klokwkdog: interesting; unfortunately, the Russian government did NO revealations to their citizens at the time
Duckster Fong: Absinthe makes the mind wander
Ken: edward norton, john mayer on letterman, fyi
klokwkdog: who? why?
Duckster Fong: Thanks ken but CSI on tape when I'm done here
klokwkdog: a sign of being terribly old - i don't know who they are; i don't care and don't think it matters
Ken: the u.s. banned true absinthe in the 20's (i think) but still available in foreign countries
klokwkdog: bad stuff
Ken: klok: i'm not sure either, but time will reveal those secrets to me
klokwkdog: am listening to The Professor and the Madman on tape as I walk now, and the madman was living in an area of absinthe bars outside London
Ken: i require some background noise here, so either radio or tv on all the time, even if i don't pay attention
klokwkdog: but it's clear he was 'way round the bend before he left New Haven
Duckster Fong: Ken: Have you tried crickets?
Ken: some of the surrealist painters of paris were high on absinthe most of the time
klokwkdog: they will be dead soon
Ken: crickets, as in jumping insects? no, can't say that i have
Merlyn LeRoy: and hatters were mad from mercury
klokwkdog: except for the ones that crawl inside the walls of my house and chirp all winter
Ken: i do have one that lives in my basement, drives me crazy when i do the laundry
Duckster Fong: Always using the dryer?
klokwkdog: perhaps crickets could be distilled into absinthe, then...
Ken: lol, no, i dont wait in line for my own appliances!
Ken: nothing survives upstairs where the cats live. i find moth wings all the time. they eat the bodies but leave the wings
Merlyn LeRoy: I read about an ancient temple that was built over the intersection of two faults, and the faults let in gases from buried oil that made people high
Ken: that's delphi in greece, brian
klokwkdog: i have found from experience that I must wait for the washer to finish before I can put the clothes in the dryer. It took some experimentation...
Duckster Fong: Brian: The Oracle of Delphi
klokwkdog: yeah, I heard Larry Ellison was in Auckland for the LV cup trials
Ken: klok: if you have over one load, you CAN multitask and dry the first load while the second washes :)
klokwkdog: he is going to live on his yacht, but insists that every penny being spent is his own, not the Oracle's
Duckster Fong: But don't forget to use Ivory Flakes for the delicate under garments
Ken: i'm not sure i could live on a yacht. i like solidity. plus, i get seasick
klokwkdog: only with OOP, Ken, only with OOP
Ken: alley oop?
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, dux
Merlyn LeRoy: they were high on Ethylene
Ken: didn't he invent object oriented programming?
klokwkdog: this yacht is rather substantial, Ken. It's like the Queen Mary in San Diego-- it ain't going nowhere (tomorrow's the day his bride's gonna come)
Duckster Fong: Prolly led to faulty predictions
Ken: i could make his bride come today, but that's another chat session, i think ;)
klokwkdog: yeah, he got overloaded one night and wrote it all down in a trance, Ken
klokwkdog: and kwd was just trying to make an innocent pun about a Dylan song...
Ken: no pun is innocent in the eyes of the law
Duckster Fong: Guess you're right Ken
Ken: well, i suppose i won't discover who the guests are on letterman, because i'm going to pull the plug and head upstairs. goodnite, dear friends
Merlyn LeRoy: nite ken
Duckster Fong: Night Ken
Merlyn LeRoy: You can use ^ in your name, you know...
||||||||| Ken runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Ken?! It's 11:49 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
doctec: nite k
klokwkdog: gad, David Love died in August. Too bad; he was interesting person
klokwkdog: nite Ken
Duckster Fong: Klok: Any relation to SDarlene Love
Duckster Fong: Darlene
klokwkdog: no, Wyoming geologist, vy famous
Duckster Fong: well...time for me to be thrown out by Catherwood; Night all..Brian, Phil Austin again, very cool =))
klokwkdog: nite DF
Merlyn LeRoy: bye DF
klokwkdog: was nice chat; I think 2 I will leave now as it grows late and gloomy
Duckster Fong: Nite Klok, see yah next time
||||||||| Duckster Fong runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Duckster Fong?! It's 11:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
doctec: yeah klok - i hear you there
doctec: nite dux
doctec: i gotta wrap it up as well
klokwkdog: Love obit: http://www.jacksonholenews.com/Archives/FeatureArchive/2002/020828-feature.html
Merlyn LeRoy: ok doc
doctec: whoever's really left - g'nite all! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Merlyn LeRoy: is HNN still up?
doctec: "/quit" :)
klokwkdog: nite DT, Merlyn, HNN whereever u are
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctec by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn LeRoy: nite KWD
klokwkdog: it's //quit now, DT
klokwkdog: oops
Merlyn LeRoy: you can press the exit button
||||||||| klokwkdog sneaks away to The Portrait Gallery...
||||||||| It's 11:56 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| HasNoName - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:56 PM -- klokwkdog enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| klokwkdog, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Portrait Gallery.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey KWD
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'klokwkdog', just granted probation at 11:57 PM", then leaves hurridly.
klokwkdog: you need chat page times for other zones
Merlyn LeRoy: times are only announced in occupied rooms
Merlyn LeRoy: is that what you mean?
klokwkdog: australasia/pacific, hong kong, japan, and Europe, for starters, but maybe just GMT/UTC would work for everyone else
klokwkdog: no, the chat page that lists thursday chat as 9PM, 6 Pacific
Merlyn LeRoy: oh; I suppose
klokwkdog: give GMT and a note that the chat moves forward an hour for daylight time on the appropriate days (i forget what they are)
Merlyn LeRoy: but it's like 1 AM GMT
klokwkdog: yeah, MET is something like 6 hours ahead, so we were thinking Cat is not likely to show up from an Internet cafe in Spain...
klokwkdog: but we did have an Australian show up one chat
Merlyn LeRoy: probably not...
||||||||| 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 LeRoy: remember when, or his name? Should be in the archive
klokwkdog: - they are about 12 hours ahead. more than a year ago
Merlyn LeRoy: ok
klokwkdog: maybe more than 2 years ago; I wasn't working as I recall (but little else)
Merlyn LeRoy: it's only 9 PM on the west coast
klokwkdog: oh yes, I'd read in that day's Sydney Morning Herald about train problems -- derailments and inattentive operators going away from the city instead of towards it in the AM and I think kind of freaked him out by mentioning it as if I lived down the street (these nicks are nice that way)
klokwkdog: NZ Auckland is set on 180° long. and is thus 12 hours off GMT, but they are out of sync with our daylight time changeovers, so it's really messy figuring out the time there in my head; I always have to use paper & pen
Merlyn LeRoy: found it; "wanderer" from sydney
klokwkdog: that's impressive! ;-)
Merlyn LeRoy: http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=8cnvfd%2497p%240%40216.39.130.13
klokwkdog: I think it was AM there, he was chatting from work
Merlyn LeRoy: just a google group search in alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre for IRC and sydney
klokwkdog: the new web-based chat will attract more international presence, perhaps
Merlyn LeRoy: he had to go to lunch during the chat
klokwkdog: also, in part of the world, the chat will be on **FRIDAY**, too, so that could be noted
Merlyn LeRoy: but I don't want the front page to get all crowded & complicated
klokwkdog: in fact, by GMT, it will always be Friday
klokwkdog: why not just GMT/UT, then?
Merlyn LeRoy: is that eastern - 4 hours, I think?
klokwkdog: foreigners are used to dealing with obtuse Americans and they can puzzle out their own conversion from that
klokwkdog: no, it's not quite that simple, since at the end of Oct., it will go to EST+5
klokwkdog: so it would have to be GMT - 4 or 5 (that's appropriate!) depending on whether US is on daylight saving time
klokwkdog: so we give dates for that and the two possible conversions from Eastern and the poor devils at the other end can calculate the rest
Merlyn LeRoy: I can get a function call that tells me
klokwkdog: one example, for, say, Tonga, would add to their puzzlement - I think they are on summer time out of sync with us and a day ahead ;-)
klokwkdog: or Kabul - they are on a ½-hr boundary off GMT (one of a very few countries to do so)
klokwkdog: you can keep it simple by givng the info and let them dope it out ;-)
klokwkdog: I think the IPs are distributed by country, so eventually, you can dope out all the countries with participants and add those times to the log annotations that blast in now and then ;-)))
Merlyn LeRoy: I can already do that
Merlyn LeRoy: my stats page calls a domain that tells me IP address for country
Merlyn LeRoy: but sometimes it's really strange
klokwkdog: it can't be worse than the DALnet chats where we'd get routed to some server in Sweden all of a sudden
Merlyn LeRoy: let me see what our IP addresses give me...
klokwkdog: i did a little snooping in FTP logs when we had pings and anon login attempts and picked up the IP and ran against NS info. It would tell country and such, but I didn't make a study of how the IPs are divvied up.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Uncle Ernie', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:18 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Uncle Ernie: Glad thats over!
klokwkdog: anyway, the time info on the main page could use a bit more elaboration for overseas fans, but you're right that it could get too complex or messy to provide significant information by country or region
klokwkdog: hey, unka
Merlyn LeRoy: hi unka
Merlyn LeRoy: neogeo seems to be busted
klokwkdog: ?
Uncle Ernie: Whenever I'm hungry I tear into a tin full of Billy Jack brand dog food!
Merlyn LeRoy: neogeo is the website I use to return countries for IP addresses; it's returning unknown for everything
Uncle Ernie: I got one of those from a college oft time home addresses!
klokwkdog: neogeo.com?
Uncle Ernie: Why can't I cut and paste that addy?
Merlyn LeRoy: oops, netgeo...http://www.caida.org/tools/utilities/netgeo/
Uncle Ernie: Ah that should come in handy thanx!
Merlyn LeRoy: but if I try the server, all our IP addresses are unknown. Maybe it's generating the tables now
Merlyn LeRoy: usually, it works better than this.
klokwkdog: neogeo.com is pretty disgusting-looking, but neogeo.org is kinda cool-sounding; not sure what it's about, didn't bother to babel it
Uncle Ernie: Klock where is your name from Giant Rat Of Sumatra I'm brain dead?
klokwkdog: yes, Giant Rat
klokwkdog: Merlyn - it works for me, says my DNS is in Omaha...
Uncle Ernie: Oh it's shy are ye? Well leave me get me dog and lets go, "Come on 'Blind Jim'. Come ere darlin' get in this barrel and we'll do it hurricane style har har har
klokwkdog: and I probably don't know where I are
Merlyn LeRoy: KWD, what page are you using, and what IP do you give it?
Uncle Ernie: I used to listen to them on Cat Nip and think I was in college ...
klokwkdog: no, the clockwork dog, on the dock, the exploding dog, unca; the one doing a patchwork of Dylan's "Ballad of a Thin Man" from Highway 61 Revisited
klokwkdog: -- http://netgeo.caida.org/perl/netgeo.cgi
Uncle Ernie: I say Stones the Tail of the Deadly Dog ...
klokwkdog: TARGET:
Uncle Ernie: Theres a little doggie door there under his tail ...
klokwkdog: NAME: RI-RDC-68-9-0-0
klokwkdog: STATE: NEBRASKA
klokwkdog: LONG: -96.12
klokwkdog: now that is just a plain insult to all RI cable customers, putting our DNS in Omaha
Uncle Ernie: All the shores were glitched and gloomy Broad leaf land of mighty Roi Tan. Little White Owl drew her to me Injuns watching woodland deadpan!
klokwkdog: they are using all those cheap displaced farmers to put tax-paying Rhode Islanders out of work
Uncle Ernie: Just follow the money trail ...
klokwkdog: we can read through URLs and look up numeric addresses just as fast as those darned Midwesterners!
Merlyn LeRoy: KWD, that works for me, but the admin file says your IP is and that fails...
Uncle Ernie: Klok my horror novel is set in Rhode Island and Mass in 1702 - 1703
Merlyn LeRoy: and that's the IP address I see in the web logfile...
klokwkdog: ohmygod, my IP is located at lat/long 0,0!! I am before the beginning!!
Merlyn LeRoy: Anyway, I have code for GMT with daylight savings adjust, but I don't know which way to adjust it
klokwkdog: yep, that's about right, unca, that was a horror of a time here. they were pretty much finishing up butchering all the Indians
klokwkdog: GMT is 4 hours AHEAD of eastern right now
Merlyn LeRoy: Actually, it's four hours ahead of central time
Merlyn LeRoy: oh wait, that's in indiana
Uncle Ernie: This time however the Great Spirit and the tribes get revenge for Prince Phillips War or The Red Kings Rebellion.
klokwkdog: That is, the "through the night" program on BBC-3 will be finishing up in about 20 minutes
Merlyn LeRoy: yes, it's 4 hours now, and the change will make it 5?
klokwkdog: That's called the Mishantucket Pequod casino at Foxwoods, UE
klokwkdog: yess, fall=back
klokwkdog: Donald Trump is livid
Merlyn LeRoy: OK, I have GMT on it now
Uncle Ernie: It's just started as a serial on my literary site The Red King's Horror. If yoiu ever wanted a payback for all our sins this is it.
klokwkdog: EST+5 = GMT; EDT+4=GMT
klokwkdog: Custer died for our sins
Uncle Ernie: http://horror.uncle-ernie.com
Merlyn LeRoy: print ($ltime['tm_isdst']) ? "(2 AM" : "(1 AM";
klokwkdog: there ya go!
klokwkdog: usually requires environment variable to have been set like TZ=EST5EDT
Merlyn LeRoy: I want to try to fix the font-size-changing bug I found, too
klokwkdog: but I guess the PC takes care of all that now in the OS
Uncle Ernie: This a period that isn't studied as it should be in this country. The research was interesting to say the least.
klokwkdog: presuming the idiots don't leave it at PST8PDT the way MS delivers it
klokwkdog: yeah, RI was in permanent rebellion against the British before the Revolution and in permanent rebellion against the government after the Revolution....
klokwkdog: finally, in 1790, they were the last state that hadn't ratified the Constitution, and Washington set up a blockade of all trade into/from RI
Merlyn LeRoy: they don't teach that in school
klokwkdog: it still took a month or so for RI to come around. They looted and burned a British frigate months before the Boston tea party
Uncle Ernie: Yes eveything was fine until they killed an old uncle of mine and the puritains took control for 25 years and the tribes had all they could stand and then another old Uncle let the tribes slaughter the Puritians and then sent in the troops all that is ne
klokwkdog: oh, jeez, what they didn't teach. NYT had good article on how the Revolution was partially a populist rebellion
klokwkdog: but with the massive Irish immigration, it became politically expedient to re-cast the Revolution as a war against Britain
Uncle Ernie: You have the pilgrims and suddenly theres the French and Indian war and nothing is said about 140 years, funny that?
klokwkdog: and for your amusement, the article itself is about how Texas is so powerful at bending the content of textbooks (also CA and NY) that the rest of the US schools have to eat them too
Merlyn LeRoy: yep, already heard about that
klokwkdog: King Phillip's war began over an English trader who screwed with some Puritans' wives in Mass. Bay Colony and had to flee for his life South
klokwkdog: yeah, but I didn't know about the 1920s changes for the Irish stuff
klokwkdog: the trader came into CT, messed with more folks wives, had to flee again, killed some Indians on the way and (duh) the Indians were after him to, and off'ed him
klokwkdog: The Puritans wanted him dead; EVERYBODY wanted him dead, but killing by Indians was too provocative, so they attacked the Indians.
klokwkdog: no effect: the Indians ran into the forest; the whites burned some crops
||||||||| "12:52 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Uncle Ernie, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Uncle Ernie inside, makes a note of the time (12:52 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
klokwkdog: one thing led to another and pretty soon, the Indians had killed 15% of the white population of New England with few losses of their own
Uncle Ernie: There was a war from New York to Maine that lasted three years burned 200 towns to the ground and if it hand't been for Charles Stuart findly sending troups the Northern colonies would have been gone
klokwkdog: the whites then allied with an enemy of the Pequots and massacred most of them, captured the rest and sent most of them off to work as slaves in the West Indies. Many of the picture-cute historic rock walls of southern N. England were built by black and Indian slaves, not hard-working Yankee farmers
klokwkdog: so much for the people who helped the Pilgrims avoid starvation...
Uncle Ernie: Thats why I have the Prolog up with the first chapter it pretty much sums it up in one page and two more to set the scene. Check it out when you have the time you may find it interesting if not Shakespeare.
klokwkdog: to Rodger Williams' credit, he fled here from Mass. Bay Colony and established Providence by purchasing the land from the Narragansetts at a fair price
Uncle Ernie: The Pequot was of 1637 is the first bit and butr certainly not the last.
klokwkdog: and RI was a refuge for many religions, races and creeds (except, of course, the slaves) from very early times. But along with that came a rather restive population and lots of pirates and part-time pirates, etc.
Uncle Ernie: No problems until the roundhead made the scene!
klokwkdog: a couple centuries later, the remnants of the Pequots got some really good lawyers and a chunk of money from "foreign investors" and the rest is history, or at least money in the bank
Uncle Ernie: It begins in the Indain Village of Sowams on Naraganset Bay.
klokwkdog: yeah, there is a huge statue in New London, which is a bit of an eyesore as well as a traffic impediment now; the Pequots really, really want it torn down
klokwkdog: Narragansett. You need Teach Yourself Algonquin-5 Languages in 20 Days
klokwkdog: Once you have one under your belt, you can pretty much make yourself understood in Wampanoag on Cape Cod or in Iroquois if running the high iron in NYC
Uncle Ernie: Well the slave drivers and village burners and the rest of the scum of the earth get paid backed as they should for a change. I have Pokonokets, a Britsh Army Colonel retired and the head of the Mass historical society help me out and set the scene.
Uncle Ernie: Man I barely speak Anglander,
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokwkdog: Sounds like a good 'un, Unka
klokwkdog: yeah, what you need there is, what, Basic Kicker?
Merlyn LeRoy: Well, I'm gonna conk out, it's midnight where I am
klokwkdog: yeah, I was gone once before and need desperately to be gone again
Uncle Ernie: New chapter every month and it just started tonight. You can link from my editorial in the magazine as well. Tell me what you think. it's raw but it has a certain something?
Merlyn LeRoy: I fixed the other rendering bugs I found (text changing size with nested or calls)
klokwkdog: remember, it's 6PM Friday in Auckland!
Uncle Ernie: G'night Y'all
klokwkdog: nite
Merlyn LeRoy: whoops -- goodnight
Uncle Ernie: It's 1 am in suburban Detroit!
||||||||| "1:03 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn LeRoy, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Uncle Ernie departs at 1:03 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
klokwkdog: if FST fan writing it, it always has "something" ;-)
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:03 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs klokwkdog by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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 log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
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Bubba's Brain
Comarde Yamamto
Comrad Yamamoto
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Comrade Yamamoto
Dexter Fong
Duckster Fong
Freq Man
Merlyn LeRoy
Tom Panamahat
Uncle Ernie
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