Special appearance by
David Ossman as 'ossman'
||||||||| 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 24, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| T_t_tirebiter enters at 11:51 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
T_t_tirebiter: Is Papoon running in '04 .....???
T_t_tirebiter: No more George....w....tush
||||||||| "11:53 AM? I'm late!" exclaims T_t_tirebiter, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn LeRoy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 24, 2002 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| mrmuckle waltzes in at 9:06 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
mrmuckle: What'll it be, Mrs. Presski???
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, mr muckle! Look out for the light bulbs!
mrmuckle: Got any chewing gum?
Merlyn LeRoy: nothing in the way, I can get right too them...oops, wrong setup line
mrmuckle: Have it delivered! I'm not going to lug that with me!
Merlyn LeRoy: yer still the house detective over at the hotel, right?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:08 PM, dragging ossman by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Merlyn LeRoy: dave?!
Merlyn LeRoy: (brian here, by the way)
mrmuckle: He's not RED.But well read...
Merlyn LeRoy: hardly anyone here yet...does this work OK on your browser?
mrmuckle: Is his icro hone orking???
||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwkdog into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
Merlyn LeRoy: Dave, if text isn't sending, click your mouse in the text box first.
Merlyn LeRoy: and press return to send a line of text, of course
klokwkdog: just click your mouse in the text box three times and say, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's..."
ossman: Well, I can't read what I've written, and it keeps flashing blank and then back on.
||||||||| Uncle Ernie enters at 9:14 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Uncle Ernie: Thanks Catherwood, just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table .. G'Day Y'all!
Merlyn LeRoy: The flashing is unfortunately the way the chat update works; it has to redraw the page
mrmuckle: Dag Nabbit!
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm not sure why you can't read what you've written...
klokwkdog: it's really a hacked version of Mavis Beacon XIV - by now, you're supposed to be touch typing anyway...
mrmuckle: Back in a FLASH
ossman: now I can
Merlyn LeRoy: Dave, I'll make your name in red...
||||||||| Uncle Ernie departs at 9:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
mrmuckle: I find it difficult to read what I've written sometimes...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
klokwkdog: Mavis having long since passed on into the spirit world, the only way to contact her shade is via those invisible characters
Uncle Ernie: Don't cha just love techno stuff!
Uncle Ernie: David thanx for all the laughs and the memories!
klokwkdog: yes, I can now remember to laugh! thanks much!
Merlyn LeRoy: Internet Explorer seems to "flash" less than Netscape, if that's a help..you can also configure your settings to refresh less often, which helps a bit.
Uncle Ernie: Having flash backs Merlyn?
ossman: my son just called me so I'll be back
Uncle Ernie: Ta ta
Merlyn LeRoy: OK.. you can exit, or just stay on.
mrmuckle: Oh no! Catheterwood is gonna trash Dave!
klokwkdog: ah, his Schwartzenegger imitation! so many gifts
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:18 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Dexter Fong plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Merlyn LeRoy: how ironic
klokwkdog: ka-ching! beatcha!
mrmuckle: Hiya Dex
Merlyn LeRoy: hey dex
klokwkdog: sorry, we're not doing Alanis impersonations this week, Dex
Uncle Ernie: Hi Dex?
klokwkdog: oops, Dex doesn't have any lines yet
Merlyn LeRoy: 17 is a high dex for DnD
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:20 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Dexter Fong plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
klokwkdog: it was the great merlyn
Uncle Ernie: Dex hold youur thumb by your place in the script!
Merlyn LeRoy: he entered twice
klokwkdog: (he's very quiet this week, no?)
mrmuckle: He's gonna do a script tease!
Merlyn LeRoy: Oops, try once more, dex
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:21 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from Billville."
Merlyn LeRoy: I screwed up when I made dave's name red, you couldn't write the file
Dexter Fong: Late! Late!! Screw you Catheterwood
Merlyn LeRoy: you got stuck in the trap door
klokwkdog: Didn't you take all those traps out of the program?
Dexter Fong: Very Strange...said I wasn't framed
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's Rice, just back from Billville."
mrmuckle: Help! He's been framed!
Uncle Ernie: Hi Rice?
Merlyn LeRoy: By the way, ossman's on the phone right now
Dexter Fong: Risotta Mio
klokwkdog: O solo?
Rice: Evening, all. Is Mr. Ossman here?
Merlyn LeRoy: rice at twice the price
Dexter Fong: brb: configuring
klokwkdog: he is with us, but not of us at the momento
Rice: He does that, doesn't he?
klokwkdog: having been diverted by a higher power from Canada
Dexter Fong: Ah..Configured again
Uncle Ernie: Ever see anything like it Jack?
||||||||| YoyoDyne enters at 9:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
klokwkdog: I could not understand what was happening atoll
Uncle Ernie: Hi Yo?
klokwkdog: Not since '54
Dexter Fong: Now then..proper Good Evenings Dear Friends
mrmuckle: Have a stacka clamcakes, gang
YoyoDyne: hello gents and gentlesses
klokwkdog: hello DexF, yoyo
YoyoDyne: hi klok, unlce e
Dexter Fong: Missing Ken are we?
mrmuckle: Gudevening, y'all
klokwkdog: he's not firing on all cylinders, then?
Rice: Bri, any update on the excessive web hits?
||||||||| "9:25 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Uncle Ernie, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
klokwkdog: I had mail from him this AM when I sent him the Pets or Food and Click Monkeys website stuff
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:26 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Bye Unca ernie
Merlyn LeRoy: we're over 32,000 hits, all-time second place
Dexter Fong: Hi Unca ernie
Uncle Ernie: I'm back and I'n beautiful ... well I'm back anyway froggin techo ...
Rice: yikes...so much for the NPR hits!
Dexter Fong: Bri: Why for, do you know?
Uncle Ernie: Over here Mr, Mucklehoney following the sound ...
Merlyn LeRoy: yes, news on the sniper mentioned a place called "camp ground zero" was searched by the FBI, and that's a ralph spoilsport flash movie
klokwkdog: what sound?
Dexter Fong: lol UE
Dexter Fong: long lol Bri:
YoyoDyne: look out for that p.j.p. wine display!!
klokwkdog: I wonder how Cheney likes sharing his "undisclosed location" with that dude
Uncle Ernie: The Sound of Silence Klowk also the title of tonights editorial/
Merlyn LeRoy: but these hits aren't worth as much; not much of a spike in front page hits or album page hits. The NPR hits are much better.
Rice: But, best I can tell, Bri, there are like 5 or 10 new folks on the maillist ... from the confusion?
Dexter Fong: UE: Another expose of Simon and Garfunkel?
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, we got about 10 new people today, it's not like it's a complete waste or anything
Uncle Ernie: Yes Paul deep dark secret as a former youth for Nixon!
Dexter Fong: Quality not quatity, Brian
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Phil Austin into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:30 PM, then departs.
Uncle Ernie: Hi Phil?
klokwkdog: gad, they're ganging up on us now!
Dexter Fong sings "Hello Agnew my old friend...."
Merlyn LeRoy: half of Firesign here now
Rice: And, I had a bet with NPR that with three pieces running in October, the NPR site would be TOP referrer. I may lose serious money here.,,,but I'll get a mug or a tote bag.
Phil Austin: I'm here, I'm here, I'm finally here
klokwkdog: (watch him get a phone call, too)
Dexter Fong: Hi Phil =)
Uncle Ernie: Welcome to the future fair!
Phil Austin: I see by the log that David's around somewhere
mrmuckle: Yowza yowza yowza!!!
Rice: Phil, should I call you? (long story, bad joke)
Phil Austin: the weird camp ground zero problem, Bri. How very odd, especially for us because the search for the sniper yesterday landed within a few miles of fox island
Uncle Ernie: Small world, eh?
klokwkdog: not a good time to have a tree stump in your backyard
Phil Austin: John: call me what? (Forgive me, I was trained by Bergman)
klokwkdog: talk about straight lines...
Rice: Call you Madam? (I studied there as well, however briefly)
Merlyn LeRoy: pretty bizarre to look at the top search terms, too. For a long time "fallout shelters" was a consistent #2 (behind "firesign/theatre"), then the last 2 months, "Mr. Potato Head" (!?)
klokwkdog: is that in Google's Zeitgeist?
Phil Austin: Yeah, the stump. Loved the stump. And the horrible sniper.
Merlyn LeRoy: and today & yesterday "camp ground zero" will outrank even "Firesign"
mrmuckle: As they say "Ed Ames to please..."
Uncle Ernie: At Aims guns ...
Rice: Google's Zeitgeist -- My son is starting a punk band..can he steal that as a name?
klokwkdog: actually, the sniper was pretty good, another product of Desert Storm
Phil Austin: We better jump on this and make a new album appropriately titled Camp Ground Zero, or ... Brian's Dream
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:34 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Elayne plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dexter Fong: Phil: Have neglected the last couple times you were here to tell you how very much I enjoyed that piece where the guy scales buildings along Sunset Blvd? Just extraordinary =)
Merlyn LeRoy: The weirdest thing is, most of the google et al. links go right to the flash page, so people are clicking on it and thinking some fancy flash intro is loading, and they get Ralph Spoilsport
YoyoDyne: people are using Google more and more as a verb, has anyone else noticed?
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Uncle Ernie: Hi Elayne?
klokwkdog: hey, E!
||||||||| erictravis enters at 9:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Hey E!
Elayne: Hi Eric!
Uncle Ernie: HI ET?
klokwkdog: no, I tend to use Google as a search engine and an opening conversation line with girls...
klokwkdog: Rice, you'd have to check with Google, I guess
Elayne: I used to use Hotbot (per DocTec) but Google pretty much covers it for me now.
Merlyn LeRoy: Phil made a google ref on an XM Nick Danger when he mumbles "..and I feel lucky..?
erictravis: Evening all - yeah. I stole the name from 3rd rock...
Rice: Phil, care to offer the gang a preview of the Halloween stuff?
YoyoDyne: 2.5+ billion pages searched (or served)
Dexter Fong: I use earlier version og Google...Barney
Merlyn LeRoy: getting a description to npr.org will help in getting a front page link; the Oct 14 was so short notice there never was a front page link, so we didn't get as many hits
Phil Austin: Here's a small weirdly cool fst fact: I wrote the Aims Guns ad, for the most part, and years later I would become friends with Ed Ames (the tomahawk-between-the-legs Ames Brother) son Ron, who came very close to being the director of Weirdly Cool, but was axed in favor of lesser talents. He would have done a much better job than what we got.
klokwkdog: DDJ Technetcast has a wonderful presentation on behind the scenes at Google; it's a pretty serious place and 'way, 'way beyond the parameters of most data centers...even the gov'ts
erictravis: Love the XM radio stuff. Great to see you all woerking in the studio.
Merlyn LeRoy: that's pretty weird, and cool
Phil Austin: I've forgotten the Halloween content. David will know if he shows
Uncle Ernie: Phil I need another fix, whens the new CD coming out?
YoyoDyne: yeah, the most recent XM was excellent
Merlyn LeRoy: phil wants to write it on the website, using this chat & weblog..
mrmuckle: And DVD's! I wanna SEE FST!
Elayne: Enjoying your blog entries, PA, but I still think they're too few and far between.
YoyoDyne: < big chorus of DVD! DVD! DVD! >
Rice: They say memory is the second thing to go
klokwkdog: not if they see you first...
Dexter Fong: Now Mr. Muckle, honey..you know you're blind
Elayne: A big chorus of "DVD,DVD,DVD" sounds a little like having bees live in your head.
Phil Austin: The new cd is only speculation at this point. It would be a compilation of the NPR stuff and be produced by Danny Goldberg at Artemis records. We're in contract negotiations with them now and they've expressed a desire to release by Feb. of next year. We'll see what happens, looks good at the moment.
Uncle Ernie: But there they are ...
Uncle Ernie: Thanx again Phil for keeping us sane for the last 30 some years, You da MAN!
Dexter Fong: And if they ever let me out, I wanna come visit you Phil
YoyoDyne: Now Dex, time for your medication...
erictravis: Can't believe you guys are still at it after 35 years. You're like a great band that just won't quit!
Dexter Fong: Oh Boy...Again!
mrmuckle: Gotta go chk the BBQ fire - don't wanna burn down the house...
YoyoDyne: don't hog all the pills now
Dexter Fong: I have to...I'm a Guinea Pig
klokwkdog: I just said "no" to drugs...I don't need my so-called "medication" any more
Elayne: Re-fusing drugs. Shee-it.
Uncle Ernie: Here let me twist up some of this Road Aple Red and pass it around ...
erictravis: The new administration has got to be a blessing to comedians everywhere.
klokwkdog: it's true! I hardly ever hear the voices, even so
YoyoDyne: although der Shrub almost does the work for them, you know?
Dexter Fong: It's a ill wind....
klokwkdog: yes, we should give them all the rope they can run out
Phil Austin: Hey bobselfuhclemmucklehoney. Got your message on the Blog and glad to see it's you. Do you ever talk to Messr.s Blitz and Reed?
Dexter Fong: ...tie it to a pickup...
Uncle Ernie: Hangings to good for them ... Anybody got any Lynch?
Phil Austin: Thanks everyone for the kind words. I find it amazing myself that we're still around and reasonably sentient.
Dexter Fong: Phil: Mr Muckle went to tend the BBQ...brb
klokwkdog: hey, it's been a decade since we had a really good war...
Phil Austin: thanks, dex
erictravis: What you mean 'really good war' kimosabe?
Uncle Ernie: Don't run the the trenchs. Looking out for that entrenching tool!'
Phil Austin: Turns out Muckle was part of the staff of Hollywood Niteshift, an odd radio show that I was part of in the Eighties.
Elayne: Eric, I think that's one that will produce the NEXT generation of wacko snipers.
klokwkdog: you know, GIs in peril, lots or ordinance going off, none of this 60,000 ft bomb-dropping stuff
Dexter Fong: This might be a good time to inform you all of the incredible discovery I've recently made re: Fred Niel (Singer/Songwriter)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers JRice into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:46 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:46 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs erictravis by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
klokwkdog: or telling the UN to look the other way during Rwanda
Dexter Fong: Teach that pacifist
Phil Austin: I see elayne's name up at the top. Is she present? and Hi, whether she is or not.
Elayne: Hi Phil, yes, I'm here! I've already complimented you on your blog entries. (More please!)
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey jrice, you can "log in" over yourself if you get cut off...should I eject the old 'rice' login?
klokwkdog: you know, CNN anchors hiding under the table type of stuff, tanks grinding along the desert sands...
mrmuckle: Hi, Phil! I'm back...
Uncle Ernie: Liberal news and views at Issues & Alibis http://issuesandalibis.org new ezine at midnight!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Not Ed', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:47 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
YoyoDyne: Phil, must ask this, < typical fan question take one: > of all the "Nick Danger" appearances, which was your favorite to do?
Phil Austin: muckle: do you see my question up above in logland?
Uncle Ernie: HI Not?
JRice: Yeah, eject Rice...computer crashed on me, so I switched to an alternate one.
Elayne: Once y'all get the blog entires going more often, I'll "blogroll" you on mine (elayneriggs.blogspot.com)...
mrmuckle: I'll go look>>>
Elayne: Gosh, it occurs to me I don't think we've corresponded since I changed my surname. :)
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Rice at 9:48 PM
Uncle Ernie: Look out for that P.J. Probey wine display Mr. Mucklehoney ...
klokwkdog: you moved to suriname?
JRice: You coulda been kinder and gentler, Merl!
Merlyn LeRoy: naaa
YoyoDyne: easy with that scythe Merlyn
mrmuckle: ---Phil, the answer is "no, not in a LONG time...
klokwkdog: so how is that alt.computer stuff, Rice?
Phil Austin: yoyo: Hmmmmmmmm. (thinks) There were performances in the early eighties of Danger pieces that never made it to record that were a whole lot of fun to do. Men in Hats, for instance. As far as recording, hmmmmm ..... (thinks again) still thinking
Dexter Fong: Moderating is a dirty job....that's all...just dirty
JRice: I mean, like it coulda been "Deputy Dan takes Rice out back ...and, we don't really need to say any more"
Phil Austin: Hii, Elayne. Nice to hear from you. I remember that your husband is in cartoonworld, isn't he?
YoyoDyne: everything in moderation, except moderating
Elayne: Yes Phil, my current husband Robin is a comic book artist.
Uncle Ernie: Deputy Dan has no friends!
klokwkdog: (she's always trying to keep him out of the Dip)
Phil Austin: yo: still thinking ...
mrmuckle: .........Well, H-E-double-hockeysticks. The Mrs. is home, and I gotta go cook dindin...
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper bit is a standard blurb right now
Phil Austin: Elayne: "current" husband has an ominous ring ...
ossman: I'm back for a moment. That was Proctor on the phone returned from Italy and Ireland and other countries beginning with an "I". He sounds great and the checks are in the mail.
Not Ed: Man o Man Yoyo gave Phil a philisophical question, appearently
Phil Austin: so long, muck
Elayne: Heh, sorry Phil, I was just distinguishing between "current" and "ex." Some of us know how that is. :)
klokwkdog: he's just returned from Rome?
Merlyn LeRoy: bye mucklehoney
Dexter Fong: Hello DO =)
mrmuckle: Will return lazer. Have a good 'un!!!
YoyoDyne: see ya muckle
Phil Austin: hi, Mr. Ossman. What is a horse leech?
JRice: Try a casserole, Muck....takes time in the oven.
Uncle Ernie: Ta ta MH!
Elayne: Since both you and David have met my ex as well (who's doing fine, also remarried & all), I wanted to differentiate.
Dexter Fong: Night MM
Elayne: Hey David!
||||||||| mrmuckle departs at 9:52 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Phil Austin: elayne: whew!
klokwkdog: nite MRM
JRice: Mr. O, evening.
Phil Austin: Yo: I guess the first ND was the most fun
klokwkdog: it's certainly a tough benchmark to top, Phil!
YoyoDyne: That makes sense, though I must say there isn't much dust on that fedora... my friends and I love the new one as well.
Dexter Fong: From a listener point of view..I really love to hear the live performances as you guys do some ad libbing
Phil Austin: "Topping the Benchwork" a Natty Drummond Romance, 1878
Not Ed: I've liked several I've heard as well Phil.
Dexter Fong: Mother of Bull Dog Drummond by the way Phil
klokwkdog: yes, the visuals on the WC special were a riot, too
Phil Austin: The new one (Bride) feels very fast to me when I listen now. I sort of wish Phil and I had slowed up some on the opening ND scene.
Phil Austin: Where is David?
Phil Austin: Oh, David, where art thous?
Dexter Fong: In the Vatican?
ossman: No Tuscany. With a "tusk." Hi Elayne! Hi John. Now I have to go put the potatoes on - having a hungry family most of whom are out at soccer practice makes it tough to even think. I'll stick by tho. Hi, Nick!!
klokwkdog: oh, we just put some gum on the CD and it spins slower, Phil, sounds fine
JRice: Davey, Davey, Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Phil Austin: You clever bastard. Potatoes indeed. Another secret meeting with Dan Quail. Mmmmmm Quail and Potatoes
Uncle Ernie: People come here to have a fine time while the time is right and they do it twice!
Phil Austin: David's wife is one hell of a soccer player
klokwkdog: Yes, but for $498, you can order Spotted Owl fillets from Pets or Food; who wants to settle for Quail?
YoyoDyne: Phil: the Frank Gehry [sp?] line is priceless
JRice: Isn't there an E in Quail?
Dexter Fong: Scores a lot does she Phil?
Merlyn LeRoy: Phil, do you know if Proctor is home now, or just in the US?
klokwkdog: It doesn't start with an 'I'...
Phil Austin: Bri: Don't know Proco's actual whereabouts.
||||||||| Ken enters at 9:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Ken: hello, dear friends
Not Ed: There is no more E in Quial since our former vice Pres. Potato
klokwkdog: (why is everyone going to Italy? did the Pope issue a recall?)
Dexter Fong: Hey Kend^
klokwkdog: Hey, Ken!
Uncle Ernie: Hi Ken?
YoyoDyne: hello Ken
Merlyn LeRoy: they need more italics, KWD
JRice: No, it's the Chianti.
YoyoDyne: Not Ed? is that you?
Ken: am i in the wrong room? i'm the only "bold" one in the list on top
klokwkdog: ah, thanks Merl.
ossman: Proctor is home in BH. Got home last night.
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe, ken...I'll see what's up
Dexter Fong: Heh..from here you're the only one *not* bold
klokwkdog: Cat sounded like he couldn't wait to get out of there, so I gather the visits are semi-involuntary
YoyoDyne: < i guess i should have asked: Ed, is that not you? >
||||||||| Ken, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Waiting Room.
||||||||| Ken climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:59 PM
Not Ed: Who else?
Merlyn LeRoy: Ken, you must've used an old bookmark. You're in the "index" room, which is the same
Elayne: Hi Ken! Sorry, multitasking again...
Merlyn LeRoy: Ah, you figured it out.
Ken: ah ha, i think i did use an old one
Uncle Ernie: They killed Kenny!
Elayne: And I'll say you're bold! Brazen, even!
Merlyn LeRoy: so you went out & back in
Not Ed: Mr. & Mrs John Q Smith?
Elayne: He comes in and goes out like anything!
Ken: brazen, yes. hussy, no :)
klokwkdog: oh, it's that old game, musical URLs! I forgot! Is this because you're using a Microsoft product?
YoyoDyne: that card of yours is dirty, someone's already used it
Dexter Fong: Ken went out and back in like anything, Tom!
Uncle Ernie: From anytown USA? ...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Oh dear, should we get the Duke of URL if we're going to be musical?
Ken: i just typed "fir" into the address, clicked the first one that came up in the list
Merlyn LeRoy: too bad dave, the 15-year-old blind kid is missing this; he's on an airplane right now...
Not Ed: Indeed :-)
klokwkdog: ugh, late, must graba beer brb
Dexter Fong: The Duke of Url loves you all madly
JRice: DO - got your email. Can we talk tomorrow?
ossman: Say, Brian, is there any chance that we can put up text in the Blogs yet or soon? I was prepared to unlead a lot of unpublished Tirebiter material, but it appears the Blogs only take ad lib text and photoes - as per the ones Austin has been posting - whi
Ken: my middle name is url (but it's spelled earl)
Elayne: I suppose I should ask, any interest out Firesign-way in the all-CA World Series?
YoyoDyne: Duke Duke Duke ... Duke of URL URL URL
Elayne: David, can't you copy & paste?
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll look it over, dave, doc's the one who would know off the top of his head...
Ken: professional comedians should have assistants to do cutting and pasting
Dexter Fong: Elayne...Shame! A firesigner copy something...
Elayne: Oh heck, send it to me, my blog could use more Firesign material. :)
Dexter Fong: E: Can you use some old Credibility Gap material?
ossman: According to doc, it ain't there yet. Yes, John, let's get up to date on NPR
JRice: E has Credibility Gap! Tell me more.
Dexter Fong: JR: It's about this long and about this wide...
Elayne: Dex, I'm shameless, I'll print anything. Although I much prefer to just do my own writing on the blog and link to other cool stuff.
JRice: David, (and Phil) tomorrow PM my time, late AM your time?
Merlyn LeRoy: dave, I don't know what doc means by that; I can paste text into the text window just fine...
Elayne: I think I have one Credibility Gap album. You know, those weird vinyl things.
Dexter Fong: Hey Vinyl is finyl man
YoyoDyne: he's probably running short on paste..? < ouch sorry >
Not Ed: 1 Ounce of presed plastic with a hole in the middle
JRice: E -- I have been looking for C-gap's "Great Gift Idea" for years.
Dexter Fong: Not: Audiophile...180 grams of pressed palstic
Ken: messrs. ossman and austin, i keep forgetting, which one of the 4 (or 5) is from goshen, indiana?
Merlyn LeRoy: dave, pasting text works fine, just don't hit in the title window by mistake! It went back a page and lost all my text!
Dexter Fong: JR: I have that album...wanna talk =)
Merlyn LeRoy: ken, that's proctor
YoyoDyne: that would be the other OTHER phil, mr. proctor
JRice: Oh, yes, Dex!
Elayne: Hang on, JR, that might be the one I have. BRB.
klokwkdog: gee, Merlyn, sounds like you could do an Apple Mac ad!
Merlyn LeRoy: (oops, I mean don't hit a carriage return in the title window text bar)
Ken: thanks, brian. i had a 50% shot at getting it right here tonight.
ossman: JRice - good time for me. I'm trying to settle with Talk of the Nation - still haven't got back to me re the 14th. I wiull have to be in LA no later than the 13th to do the last four 2002 NPR pieces
JRice: Dex, send me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org).
Elayne: Alas no, JR, that's not the one.
YoyoDyne: David: many of us have been emailing NPR (using various pseudonyms of course) giving our support for the NPR stuff. --dr. lizardo
Dexter Fong: Will do JR
Merlyn LeRoy: and can JRice or dave make sure npr.org gets a synopsis of the halloween segment?
klokwkdog: yoyo - maybe we should hire click monkeys to do it? It's cheap
Ken: i emailed using my real name and the info that i pay good money to hear good stuff on their station. never heard back, i hope my voice is listened to.....
YoyoDyne: hey, as a click monkey i resent that! < click click click .
JRice: David, I will call tomorrow after I get back to my office...around Noon my time.
YoyoDyne: can i have another banana now?
klokwkdog: you should see the setup they have just offshore of San Jose
Merlyn LeRoy: one other thing, I should have an animated version of The Haunted Space Station ready for the web site by halloween...
Ken: yoyo: i bet you like them *real* ripe, don't you?
Not Ed: Oh go click your monkey 8-0
YoyoDyne: Ken: that doesn't sound appealing
klokwkdog: Yoyo: http://www.clickmonkeys.com/
Ken: i will only eat a banana if it's almost mushy. they are nice for bread that way too
Not Ed: seems that site has a re-direct back to here. Hmmmm
JRice: Phil, are you available tomorrow (conference call)?
YoyoDyne: klok: that's too funny.
Dexter Fong: And we'll be back to Dieting for Homonids in a moment
klokwkdog: I had an idea about setting up a similar thing in Bangladesh to hand-filter spam from people's email for $20/mo.
Dexter Fong: ...'ere back
YoyoDyne: some of my best friends are Homonids
Ken: hmmm, doesn't bob barker emcee that show?
Dexter Fong: Ken: Lex Barker
Not Ed: Come on DOWN!
Merlyn LeRoy: here's a somewhat amusing page: http://www.yugop.com/ver3/stuff/03/fla.html
Ken: bob's evil brother....
JRice: Gotta sail, kids. Fun as always. Be sure to catch NPR on Oct. 31 --- and tell your friends.
Merlyn LeRoy: (you need flash)
YoyoDyne: lex luthor? luthor vandross?
Not Ed: Your our next contestant on Click the Monky dot com
Uncle Ernie: Keep'em flyin' Rice!
Dexter Fong: Van Halen?
Merlyn LeRoy: bye Jrice
Dexter Fong: Night JR I'll email you
JRice: Nite all.
klokwkdog: nite R
YoyoDyne: bye JR
Not Ed: audious
Dexter Fong: Audious! What has happened to your tweeter
Merlyn LeRoy: that's audacious
klokwkdog: It's just returned from Rome...along with Proctor, Cat Simril...
Ken: ah yes, i've seen that site before. it's nice the first time, but the "new" wears off real quick
Dexter Fong: Bo's the name...Bo Dacious
YoyoDyne: i wonder if manbeef.com is still around. that one threw me for a loop at first.
Uncle Ernie: Tweeter and the Monkey man were hard up for cash they stayed up all night selling ...
Not Ed: YIKES, Where is that cat ! SYLVESTER get TWEETY BACK!
YoyoDyne: actually i threw my cookies.
Dexter Fong away for refill
Merlyn LeRoy: or www.skipintro.com
klokwkdog: well, what ROFL'ed me was that Mensa saw the fake bio for the pres. and dumped all over him based on the DMCA
YoyoDyne: hey, important tip: if you're at work, and you want to browse through yahoogroups.com, don't don't DON'T type yahogroups.com
Ken: yeah, klok, me too. it's obvious to a 2 yr old that it's a parody
Ken: yo: something totally unexpected, huh?
Not Ed: Unexpected, that depends.
klokwkdog: well, you know the hot water The Onion and Landover Baptist Church have gotten into...out there in the Heartland, people are 'way too literal
YoyoDyne: let's just say that i'm glad i worked in a corner cubicle at that time
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:20 PM and late as usual, it's The Porridge Bird, just back from Billville."
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Phil Austin - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: the coveted corner cubicle :)
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, austin died too
YoyoDyne: rats, and Phil was really a funny guy...
klokwkdog: yep, some of those sites lock on like a pit bull and are the devil itself to get rid of
The Porridge Bird: Good evening
Ken: ooh, amazing black men! just what i wanted to see
Dexter Fong back..refilled
Ken: hi, mr. bird
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:21 PM, then departs.
||||||||| ossman rushes off, saying "10:21 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Elayne: Sorry about that, had to restart the computer because Outlook wasn't opening correctly. Feh.
Uncle Ernie: Yeah it's about that time G'night Y'all! Mr. Birdseed: GO TO PRESS! http://issuesandalibis.org
YoyoDyne: that's pretty funny, as David IS Mark Time
Merlyn LeRoy: bye UE
Elayne: Dang, I come back and find DO and PA have split. Heck w' that, I'm going back to the WOrld Series. :)
Dexter Fong: Whew...E..thought you got the jaundice
klokwkdog: niet EU!
Ken: later, ernie
YoyoDyne: yea, i must see a man about a dog, or summat...
Dexter Fong: Woof
klokwkdog: it's in the Next World, ER! Out there on the Left Coast and all, incestuous contest among teams of the weird
YoyoDyne: g'nite everyone, have to get up early and make the donuts
klokwkdog: nite yoyo
Dexter Fong: Night Yo
klokwkdog: they's droppin like flies
klokwkdog: where is DT tonight?
The Porridge Bird: groovy
||||||||| "10:23 PM? I'm late!" exclaims YoyoDyne, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Any score in the series
Ken: g'nite, mr. dunkin
Dexter Fong: Man baseball is a slow game
klokwkdog: oh yeah, right up there with championship croquet
Ken: dex: that's why it's the only sport i consider watching on tv. slow game, slow mind; it's a great combination
Dexter Fong: Championship Croquet is okay but the real action is High Scool croquet
klokwkdog: only rational way to "watch" it is to tape it at SLP speed (since you may well need all 6 hours)
The Porridge Bird: I put my money into junior high soccer
||||||||| At 10:26 PM, Not Ed vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: I heard Ossamans wife is a great soccer player
klokwkdog: LOL, Dex. ...then, play the tape back on fast forward - at that point, the action is visible to normal human vision
klokwkdog: my question is why his whole family except him plays soccer so much
Dexter Fong: Klok: but the embraces last such a little time after a score
klokwkdog: they are more poignant that way, DF. It's like Casablanca
Dexter Fong: Of all the soccer fields in all the world....
klokwkdog: not to mention the chewing tobacco spits come out at machine gun rates
The Porridge Bird: ...I had to bet on that one...
The Porridge Bird: ...200 dollars...
Ken: klok: he must have a rare anti-soccer mutation
Dexter Fong: Casablance Vaquiro's versus the Heidelberg Huns
klokwkdog: ...or are they all plotting against him?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:29 PM, dragging Phil Austin by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong: I can
The Porridge Bird: I can't.
klokwkdog: back again! such a glutton for abuse! welcome!
Dexter Fong: I'd recognize that foot anywhere
Phil Austin: back, back, back ... it's a four run game as Los Angeles creep up on Los Gigantos
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles
||||||||| Uncle Ernie - dead from the common cold
||||||||| JRice - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn LeRoy: 'ello again
Merlyn LeRoy: dyin' like flies!
klokwkdog: it's a marathon?
Ken: of course he's a bozo: we're ALL bozos :)
Phil Austin: I won't be here long. Hi. did David sign off?
Dexter Fong: Yep
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, a few minutes back
klokwkdog: he went away somehow...it's all very mysterious and confusing
Phil Austin: like life, klok
Ken: he left to watch mark time on the radio
klokwkdog: we kept on, though, discussing the fine points of the great american game and musing about soccer family syndrome
Dexter Fong: Good show too Ken
Phil Austin: He's watching himself. Hmmmm.
Dexter Fong: Reminds me..I'm off to an Old time Radio convention tomorrow
klokwkdog: it's that recursive West Nile again...
Merlyn LeRoy: he seemed to get the hang of chatting after a bit
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (10:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Ken: my mom and dad both told me that when they were kids, you HAD to sit in front of the radio and stare at it while listening. i thought that was strange then, still do
Dexter Fong: Hey Bb
Phil Austin: merlyn: good, that's what I was hoping
Ken: hey, mr. bunny
Merlyn LeRoy: hey BB
klokwkdog: get me a Zenith Trans-Oceanic, Dex. One with a good 1L5 tube in it, OK?
Dexter Fong: Ken: You had to keep an eye on the tuning tube make sure it was centered
Merlyn LeRoy: Warren Dewey (the XM radio studio) found a real old, rare radio by RCA
Ken: i bought an antique radio once when i was young, had a tuning "eye" in it. almost as fascinating as watching a lava lamp when stoned
klokwkdog: we just put ours on rollers so it was much easier to control that way
Dexter Fong: Mine broke when I stoned it Ken
Bunnyboy: Watching the radio, back when radios bore watching.
klokwkdog: it's getting bad; I worked with a kid who marveled that he had found an "old click dial" TV
Ken: i have a lava lamp, but, alas, haven't been stoned in quite some time
Dexter Fong: TMI Klok
Dexter Fong: Ken: Have you tried being adultoruos
Dexter Fong: Too Much Information
Ken: ah, but the 14-84 section is not a clicker
klokwkdog: Three Mile Island?
klokwkdog: no, it's a vernier, Ken
Dexter Fong: Yep Klok: Right in the category
Ken: channel 85 available only by special arrangement with the commissioner of major league baseball
Bunnyboy: We mock the thing we are to be. You make fun of that old man, bent over and spitting...and you become that old man, bent over and spitting - Mel Brooks
klokwkdog: sorry, channels above 67 have been given away to cellphones
Dexter Fong: A Vermmer...thought there were only 37 Vermeer's
Ken: cellphones and trunked police/public band radios
Bunnyboy: Hey, The Producers (the flick) is finally out on DVD, on 12-3.
klokwkdog: it's actually illegal to own TVs that can receive the old upper UHF channels, technically
The Porridge Bird: As opposed to getting UHF organically?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps this is a better time to inform you all of the incredible news re: Fred Neil (Singr/Songwriter) and the Goon Show?
Ken: i have one in the basement. the ac power supply is fried (lightning) but it also has a cigarette lighter plug, so i'm a felon
Merlyn LeRoy: sure dex
Bunnyboy: RIP Adolph Green
klokwkdog: everyone gets it by cable now anyway; here in the east, there is still enough water to grow trees, and they block most UHF
Dexter Fong: His most famous song ...metntions the Goons
Ken: yeah, i heard that, bun
Dexter Fong: "Everybody's talking at me....I don't hear a word they're saying....only the Eccles of my mind..."
klokwkdog: the ones here are 80ft tall, and watching UHF in the summer is painful...it's like being abducted by aliens every night
Bunnyboy: "Oooh! You deaded me!"
The Porridge Bird: Ying tong iddle i po
Dexter Fong thinks....only sausinges out ther
Bunnyboy: Geoffrey Rush is slated to play Peter Sellers, in an HBO biopic.
klokwkdog: well, myself, i think They will come, but in their own good time, which may not be ours ;-)
Ken: for those keeping score, i saw some snow here today. real wet, melted quickly
Merlyn LeRoy: I think he'd be good
Dexter Fong: Bun: What's your guess on how he does?
klokwkdog: Gee THANKS, Ken.
Bunnyboy: Ooh, he said the S word!
Merlyn LeRoy: think phil is gone again...?
klokwkdog has not yet switched the gas on the furnace from "pilot" to "run"
Dexter Fong: Bun: How do you think Rush will do?
Bunnyboy: People say hell is a hot place. It's not. It's COLD. VERY...COLD...
Ken: klok: i had to have my furnace serviced. seems it won't work if there's a spider web covering the intake pipe
Bunnyboy: Dex: I think Mr. Rush is brilliant.
klokwkdog: ...and is therefore cold as the dickens (I must be there by now, BB)
Merlyn LeRoy: in norse mythology, too
Bunnyboy: And will do passing fine. He is a bit taller than Sellers, but...
The Porridge Bird: Of course hell is cold. They torture you by making you put chains on tires.
klokwkdog make mental note never to go to Michigan again
Ken: what about all those people in hell that are supposed to crave ice water?
Dexter Fong: Bun: Yes but..Sellers is so..what? he;'s one of my favorite comedians/actors and he's so identified with his work..know what I mean?
klokwkdog: bad enough the bees are still active here at 50°F; could not handle giant spiders, too
Merlyn LeRoy: sellers is about the only british guy who could do perfect american accents
Bunnyboy: Dex: He'll be better than Donald O'Connor playing Buster Keaton.
klokwkdog: does anyone still use chains?
Ken: klok: they aren't giant, but the pipe is only about 2" diameter, doesn't take much of a spider web to cover that pvc pipe
klokwkdog: maybe he was secret CIA agent, trained to effect British accent...
Dexter Fong: Bun: =)) also, was talking to people the other night about Jim Cary's Andy Kaufman which I thought was brilliant and not a Cary fan particularly
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Branaugh is pretty slick in the Yankspeak dept., too.
Merlyn LeRoy: naw, KWD, americans can't do british accents to fool the british, either
Ken: anyone salivating to see the bob crane movie? i saw a clip of it, doesn't really appeal to me
Dexter Fong: Arthur Treacher for me
klokwkdog: neither culture appreciates the other enough to excel
Dexter Fong: Ken: Vas all zat wvipping and beating neccessary?
The Porridge Bird: I'm the viper.
The Porridge Bird: I vipe vindows
Ken: i enjoy sex, but i've never filmed myself doing it!
Bunnyboy: Dick Van Dyke does a wonderful Jamaican accent. Oh, that was Cockney? Never mind...
Dexter Fong: Bird: You must be the Gay Blade
Bunnyboy: "Well, if it isn't Meesa Mary Poppins!"
Dexter Fong: Intrmittingly of course
Dexter Fong: ech spelling all fu'd up
Merlyn LeRoy: are you saying that's dick van dyke in star wars?
klokwkdog: according to the Google Zeitgeist, Crane is #3. Southwest Airlines is #8 (did Something happen?) and "ulrika jonsson" is #10. WTF?
Dexter Fong: Klok" A textbook example of mez
Dexter Fong: meaningless correlation
Ken: correlation does NOT imply causation. and the absence of a negative is not a positive (or something like that)
Dexter Fong announces the award of the Michaelson/Morley statutte to Ken
klokwkdog: #5 for Switzerland in Sept. was "angst" -- how very appropriate...
Dexter Fong: statuette
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phil Austin - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: Dex: Gale Garnett sings: "An Ether wind, blew..."
Dexter Fong: Angst=Euro/techno/Volksong/heavy yodel band
Ken: dex: is that morley safer, my hero?
Bunnyboy: I gots to go cook. Play nice, yez. See ya later.
Dexter Fong: Or lesslie Ken
Dexter Fong: Night Bun
Ken: bye, bun
Merlyn LeRoy: bye
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:51 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Ken: Klok knows about Michaelson/Morley Measurements/experiments
klokwkdog: nite BB
klokwkdog: I could never follow it. How can you measure what you can't see ;-)
Ken: i know something about them--rotating mirrors and cross-wind/ether paths. it didn't work for them though
Dexter Fong: Klok: Turn it around...How can you see whzt you can't measure
klokwkdog: they just didn't have the right equipment. the strings just blew right through their crude instruments
Dexter Fong: Ken: They failed to prove ether theory but the measurements lead to the Lorenz Transforms
Ken: "the music of the spheres"
Ken: lorenz wrote some good music about that, too :)
klokwkdog: those were wrong, too. they had loose ends
Dexter Fong: We have nothing to sphere except roundness
Ken: i thought it was split ends
Dexter Fong: Endz dude...Endz
Dexter Fong: Gotta represent
Ken: sorry, i'm out of the hop-hip scene. i can't dye my hair on top blonde since there isn't any, so i don't do any of the rest of it either
Dexter Fong: Get Pierced...
klokwkdog: hey, if you put enough metal in your head and tattoo enough places, no one will notice
The Porridge Bird: What, isn't any hop-hip scene?
Ken: sorry, i have enough holes and enough skin markings without artificially doing any more
The Porridge Bird: hop-hip...?
Dexter Fong: Hey Bird...jump on in, the banter is nice and wam
klokwkdog: can you state that as a question please?
Dexter Fong: Is that your final question?
Ken: my exwife wanted me to pierce one ear. i told her never. so she divorced me, married someone else, and got HIM to pierce his ear
Merlyn LeRoy: kind of a long way to go about it
Dexter Fong: Dunno Ken...not all that much to ask =))
klokwkdog: yes, the US Department of Defense has now developed the Final Question
klokwkdog: ...and he didn't die either, eh Ken?
The Porridge Bird: Does the final question have anything to do with me?
Dexter Fong: Also known as "F" "Q"
Ken: no, he's still alive. but i still have virgin ears :)
klokwkdog: Harrison Ford's ex-wife told him to pierce his ear...
Dexter Fong: Did he?
Merlyn LeRoy: and don't even ask about pierce brosnan
klokwkdog: see, you could have been filthy rich...
klokwkdog: LOL, Merlyn
Dexter Fong: =) Brian
Dexter Fong: Or at lest filthy
Ken: well, i'm filthy--haven't had shower yet today. but you can't smell me so i don't worry
The Porridge Bird: Swell smell over here
Dexter Fong: When the cats start to give you a wide birth, then you'll know Ken
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: when the cat gives birth, i'll have kittens :)
Dexter Fong: Well don't have a cow man
Ken: the cats ALWAYS love me since i feed them
klokwkdog smells like horse today, but smelled worse: some kind of snuffed-out candle smell from the plastic factory up the road (methinks) and then tonight, a freshly-dead skunkill on the road
The Porridge Bird: Sorry, I'll be right back...
||||||||| The Porridge Bird rushes off, saying "11:01 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong sings Bless Ken from whom all catfood flows...
Ken: when i go to bed, they actually push each other to get the prime seating on my chest.
Ken: isn't that called the dexology?
Dexter Fong: Jeeze Ken...they'll steal your breath and kill you
klokwkdog: right- so they can monitor the beating heart, Ken. Studies show that after 3 days, they will begin feeding on your body...
Ken: no, they only lick my moustache looking for errant crumbs
Dexter Fong: Ken: Dexology = song by Dexter Gordon
Dexter Fong: K: Doxology=Paen to a Prostie
Ken: pun on "doxology", which begins "praise god from whom all blessings flow" (see, my baptist upbringing wasn't in vain--it was in brooksville, florida :) )
klokwkdog: well...it only got up to 63°F with both computers running...I had hopes for the XP1700, but it didn't put out like it did in the summer heat...my fingers can no loner typ proper
klokwkdog: time to quit a head
Dexter Fong murmurs "...only the Eccles of my mind...."
Ken: turn on the playboy channel; i hear that's a hot one
klokwkdog: oh, downstairs i can turn on the space heater, but it eventually sucks all the O2 out of the place and I get headaches
Dexter Fong: Klok" Is it over Kloked? =)
klokwkdog: ran it 4 hours yesterday, the CO detector didn't come on, but I had a real head-splitter afterwards
klokwkdog: no, I jsut wnt to nexfan.com and got some $3.99 thermally controlled fans
Ken: i had a kerosene heater that did that too.
Dexter Fong: Always ventilate
Ken: opening a window defeats the purpose of a heater, though
klokwkdog: nice idea in summer heat, but in chilly room, they just idle over at 1300 RPM and whine up and down a little; I may have to go back to the on-all-teh-time models
Merlyn LeRoy: well, I'm gonna take off, bye all
Ken: "for your tossup question: would you rather have a headache or be cold?"
klokwkdog: nite Merlyn
klokwkdog: i'm rite behind u
||||||||| "11:08 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn LeRoy, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Ken: nite, brian
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 11:08 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and The Porridge Bird plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dexter Fong: Night Bri: Glad for the many, though misguided hits =)
Ken: ah, the bird has come back to capistrano :)
klokwkdog: oh, i try and wall off the computer room, eat oven-baked potatoes (instead of microwaving them halfway), etc.
The Porridge Bird: Sorry I left... She just gets so angry when I don't do the laundry.
klokwkdog: it's kind of a point of pride to see how long i can go w/o enabling the full furnace
Dexter Fong: Klok: Maybe you should fry up some of them giant spiders?
Ken: yes, dear friends, i'm yawning too, so i think i'll pull the plug here. next week
klokwkdog: gad, what does she do when you don't take out the garbage?
Dexter Fong: Night Ken
||||||||| At 11:09 PM, Ken vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
klokwkdog: those are in Michigan, Dex. All i have here are yellowjackets (not, technically, bees) and that dead skunk
klokwkdog: nite ken
Dexter Fong: Ooops yes, Ken had the spiders
klokwkdog: which is pretty fresh, come to think of it; it was still bleeding when I drove out at 8:20PM
||||||||| "11:10 PM? I'm late!" exclaims The Porridge Bird, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'The Porridge Bird', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Fly Robin, Fly!
The Porridge Bird: Sorry again. I just pressed something there...
klokwkdog: I wish I'd taken that Southern CT State course on Road Kill; I'd know how to prepare skunk
Dexter Fong: Hi Robin, Hi
klokwkdog: they always drive around at the end and collect enough for a class meal
Dexter Fong: Dunno Klok: I think the smell pretty much weighs against a hearty meal
||||||||| doctec waltzes in at 11:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
doctec: can't stay but for a mere second
Dexter Fong: Sorry to say you missed Austin and Ossman
doctec: just spent a lovely evening with the Lilimeister, stopped at my place to grab clothes
klokwkdog: ok, well, i have a small sandwich i can eat, so this is the time, suppose. goot eve, all
doctec: sorry i missed them
doctec: oh well
Dexter Fong: Night Klok
doctec: nite klok
The Porridge Bird: G'night klok
klokwkdog: hmmm...the screen is no longer refreshing
doctec: i amd heading over to lili's now, will check in when i get there & see if anyone's still on
The Porridge Bird: Screen's not as refreshing as lemonade.
Dexter Fong: Night Doc...and best to Lili
doctec: thanks dex
klokwkdog: i C by log that DT is here, hi Doc. Yes, you missed some of the Guys; it was nice to have a Presence! CU all next week!
doctec: i'll see whoever's still on in 15 mins
||||||||| doctec rushes off, saying "11:15 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: TT
klokwkdog: 15 min too long; g'nite all
||||||||| "11:15 PM? I'm late!" exclaims klokwkdog, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Dexter Fong: Guess I'll check out of here too...night PB
The Porridge Bird: Hey! The party's poopin' out on me!
Dexter Fong: It does that sometimes PB
Dexter Fong: Cyah nest week okay?
The Porridge Bird: Sure. I'll probably just wait here for doctec
Dexter Fong: Ok..
The Porridge Bird: Good night, Dex
The Porridge Bird: ...
The Porridge Bird: Are you gone yet?
The Porridge Bird: Testing... testing... one two, buckle my shoe... three four, hate when you snore...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn LeRoy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:27 PM, then departs.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey bird, saw doc tech is returning
The Porridge Bird: welcome back, leRoy.
The Porridge Bird: Everyone else is apparently away
Merlyn LeRoy: yup
Merlyn LeRoy twiddles his thumbs
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
The Porridge Bird: Sorry, but I gotta leave too. G'night, Merlyn.
The Porridge Bird: Next week?
Merlyn LeRoy: a dangerous game to play
Merlyn LeRoy: ok bye
||||||||| "11:30 PM? I'm late!" exclaims The Porridge Bird, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:35 PM and late as usual, it's doctec, just back from Billville."
doctec: oh well, guess i missed everyone
Merlyn LeRoy: hiya, doc
doctec: oh - hey brian
Merlyn LeRoy: yep. Did you get my email?
doctec: i just got back to lili's place
doctec: she and i were out most of the evening
Merlyn LeRoy: ossman is under the impression you can't paste text to the weblog text box
doctec: i can pop my email box from here tho
Merlyn LeRoy: I tried it, and it works fine (but I also found a bug)
doctec: popping now...
doctec: i'll have to play with the blogger, i guess there's a problem...
doctec: i don't thihnk it was ever set up so you can just hit enter, but that's easy to fix
Merlyn LeRoy: did you tell ossman that pasting text doesn't work? That's the impression I got.
doctec: you usually have to click a button
doctec: no i don't recall telling him that.
doctec: i did tell him there's no way to attach mp3 files or word docs to blog posts though
Merlyn LeRoy: he wants to add a lot of Tirebiter stuff in the blog, but he wants to cut & paste it so he doesn't have to retype it
doctec: i'll email him tomorrow after i've read the logs
Merlyn LeRoy: that's probably it, the "no attaching"
Merlyn LeRoy: OK
Merlyn LeRoy: then he'll add to the blog
doctec: i've got a busy weekend in fromt of me, don't know how much time i'll have for coding
Merlyn LeRoy: You might also want to explain to him how to export a word doc as text first, it might come out better formatted for cut & paste
doctec: yes, good idea
doctec: ok, gotta take off now - thanks for hanging late
Merlyn LeRoy: I think all the title input needs is a submit that works the same as the preview button
doctec: liili had a question re cd though
Merlyn LeRoy: ok
Merlyn LeRoy: and change your doctechnical.com webring links...
doctec: i played your dvd for her last weekend
Merlyn LeRoy: the DVD?
doctec: yes, the nick danger / mark time dvd
doctec: will it be made available commercially?
doctec: she really liked it
Merlyn LeRoy: very possible, it's sort of a test for the FT guys to see how it would look, etc
doctec: it's very professional, i think it would go over very well with fans
doctec: nice job
Merlyn LeRoy: nothing concrete yet; I'll probably add "The Haunted Space Station" animation I'm doing now for halloween, it continues the first cartoon
Merlyn LeRoy: thanks.
doctec: ok, gotta go, will update webring links this weekend
Merlyn LeRoy: ok bye
doctec: nitey nite...
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:44 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctec by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn LeRoy!" ... Merlyn LeRoy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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."