A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for October 31, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 6:14 PM, dragging Philboyd Studge by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Philboyd Studge: YES! I can!
Philboyd Studge: Evlt buddy must be a Halloweiner...
Philboyd Studge:
Philboyd Studge: Goombye 4 now...
||||||||| Philboyd Studge rushes off, saying "6:17 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:04 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Merlyn LeRoy plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'john imaloo', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:05 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
john imaloo: hello
john imaloo: i am not nancy
Merlyn LeRoy: hello
Merlyn LeRoy: you are a loo
john imaloo: i am the loo
Merlyn LeRoy: THE loo? but that'd be imtheloo
john imaloo: yes, but the john makes me the primary loo
john imaloo: either way i am a or the reository for much
john imaloo: repository
Merlyn LeRoy: I didn't arrive in time for Catherwood to announce the start...
john imaloo: or i suppose
||||||||| Ken enters at 9:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
john imaloo: you beat the butler?
Merlyn LeRoy: nope, you were after me
Ken: hello, dear friends
Ken: "Satan wears a button asking 'What Would Cheney Do?'" -- Dan Bern (Los Angeles singer-songwriter)
Ken: fyi, i received emails that doc, klok, and dex (hmmm, sounds like a law firm) would all be late or absent tonight
john imaloo: i will remember the button
john imaloo: thats funny
Ken: who is "the great satan" this week? it seems that our enemies change like traffic lights
john imaloo: I thought we were the greast satan
Ken: should you wish to have dubya make a speech that YOU have written, try this one: http://www.lemonbovril.co.uk/bushspeech/
john imaloo: the bad guys are the true evil
Ken: no way, john, we're "one nation under god", so we *can't* be satan
Ken: of course, i'm thinking you are in u.s. we occasionally have foreigners sneak through our borders though
john imaloo: its the dutch we should fear
Merlyn LeRoy: versachi sneaked through our designer borders
Ken: our token canadian is in france this week after being disappointed in italy. i don't think he stayed there long enough to see the volcano erupt
Ken: i don't fear the dutch. i like their idea of dating/restaurant checks
john imaloo: they have given us dutch elm disease
john imaloo: the torure of wooden shoes
Ken: don't we have enough trees already? what's a few dead ones?
john imaloo: dutch treat
john imaloo: and i am always in dutch
Ken: dutch treat for halloween means buying your own candy
john imaloo: see those people are insidious
Ken: i turned my porch light off so the little buggers wouldn't try to steal mine :) yeah, i'm evil. but i enjoy it
Ken: it's too damned cold for them to be out tonight anyway
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm going to lurk for a bit...
Ken: lurkers are evil, you know
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:20 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Evenin' all... she whispered, not wanting to disturb...
Ken: but then, anyone with the name of "merlyn" can't be a fine upstanding right-wing fundamentalist christian, anyway. so, by definition, you ARE evil
Ken: hi e
Elayne: hi ken... shhh... don't want to wake the sleepers...
Ken: we're all going to hell in a handbasket. why just tonight, i heard about the haunted church satanic sacrifice potluck dinner
Elayne: I hate to see a good potluck dinner be sacrificed like that.
Ken: e: if they aren't awake they should be.
Ken: that was a line from the fst npr piece this evening
Elayne: So I have this political dilemma. Do I vote for the gubernatorial candidate who's using his own corporation's money to buy himself an office...
Elayne: ...or for the candidates who are using other corporations' money?
Ken: i'm pretty much of the opinion that anyone you vote for is a liar and/or a crook, but i will vote anyway
Elayne: I'm well behind in my Firesign listenings. Do you have the URL for the NPR bit?
john imaloo: i wrote in papoon for gov. here
Ken: all politicians serve the people. the people that belong to the corporations that provide their money. the REAL people (i.e., you and me) don't matter to them at all
Ken: will find it, brb
Elayne: I know a few real people in corporations, here and there.
Elayne: Thanks Ken!
Ken: http://www.npr.org/programs/atc/features/2002/aug/firesign/index.html
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:26 PM, then departs.
Ken: today's and previous are listed there
Ken: hi ernie
Uncle Ernie: Thanx Catherwood. Just a roll a couple bombers and leave them on the side table! G'Day Y'all!
Elayne: Thanks, it'll make nice background whilst I type!
Ken: bombers? would that be b-52 or b-2?
Ken: i prefer the stealth version myself, but the art-deco '52 has its good points
Elayne: Heh, "Scientists United for Government Grants." That's great.
Uncle Ernie: Bombers Bummers? Reefer ringers oh this is a frame up you took my stash!
Ken: stash for ashcroft!
Ken: can you imagine squeeky-clean john ashcroft getting stoned?
Uncle Ernie: Hanging to ggod for Ashcroft! Anybody got any Lynch?
Elayne: I think one of the cable channels has some Lynch, they're rerunning Twin Peaks.
Ken: merrill lynch? they probably gave lots of $$ to him
Uncle Ernie: John don't need no false drugs he high on the real thing, Jesus and Crisco Oil!
Ken: do you smoke crisco or just use it in your bong? never tried either option myself
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| john imaloo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Uncle Ernie: JOhn just baptises and annoits himself ever time he gets a new job.
Ken: is he our only attorney general to have been beaten by a dead man?
Uncle Ernie: Yes thats just Smirky's way of saying f-ck you to the law.
Ken: one of his many ways of doing the same thing. if i were capable of hate, i'd put dubya near the top of my list. strong dislike is about all i can handle for anyone, though
||||||||| Catherwood enters with surfnhome close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:33 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Ken: hey surfer dude!
Ken: or dudette?
Elayne: Hi Surf!
Uncle Ernie: If I weren't a man of peace I would insit on a quick peoples trail dfollowed by some long and slow torture on PBS.
Elayne: I followed the people's trail into the Hole once.
Uncle Ernie: Hi Surf?
Ken: speaking of pbs, if you can handle it, 10pm frontline tonight has section on cambodian killing fields
Ken: e: i've been in "the hole" before, but not lately.
Ken: but that's a subject for another time and place.....
Uncle Ernie: Ya know this reminds me very little of a time in the Estonian mountains! I was but a mere prat then ...
Ken: hey surf, you can talk here, you know. we won't bite :)
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm back from lurking
Ken: "back from the shadows again...."
Uncle Ernie: WB Merilyn!
Uncle Ernie: Back wehere an Injins your firnd ...
Ken: i wish the injuns were my friends now. last time i went to one of their casinos, they damn near scalped me
Elayne: Ah, the Scalp Casino. I've been there. Somewhere in the Connecticut highlands.
Uncle Ernie: That heap funny Kimosabe!
Uncle Ernie: Got about a dozen Indian casinos in Michigan.
Ken: actually, elayne, the one i went to was in the wilds of the upper peninsula of michigan. well, not so wild since it's in the middle of a parking lot
Elayne: Ah, that's the Paved Paradise, isn't it?
Ken: ernie: i think michigan has more casinos than any state except nevada
Ken: kewadin, i think. means "we take white man's money and make him enjoy it"
Uncle Ernie: I wouldn't be surprized. There's three in Detroit plus the ones in Winsor.
Merlyn LeRoy: Firesign's halloween bit is up on npr.org: http://www.npr.org/programs/atc/features/2002/aug/firesign/index.html
Ken: well, technically, windsor is part of canada. but why let a bridge and a river divide humanity with artificial boundaries like that?
Elayne: I've bookmarked the site, and am working backwards whilst hanging out here.
||||||||| surfnhome runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's surfnhome?! It's 9:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: i actually rushed my dinner tonight so i could be back in the car to hear it tonight. it made for a nice drive home
Merlyn LeRoy: you can eat in your car nowadays
Ken: well, yes, but i went to a nice sit-down place (mancino's pizza and subs)
Uncle Ernie: Friggin Nutscrape browser #@#%$&^()*_+)_+**)&(&$(^%
Ken: i can never eat one of their subs without dripping something all over. i prefer it to be their plate rather than my lap or steering wheel
Uncle Ernie: Here's my ode to All Hallows Eve http://www.dreamwater.net/art/uncleernie/Halloween.html
Ken: yeah, ernie, i like mozilla better than netscape or ie
Elayne: Very nice, Ernie!
Uncle Ernie: It's a true story Elayne.
Ken: funny, ernie. i wish i had poetic talent
Elayne: Those are the best kind.
Uncle Ernie: I find it easier to write an 800 page novel and a 28 stanza poem.
Uncle Ernie: oops than a 28 ...
Ken: my only halloween/acid story involves driving through a cemetary and seeing mysterious lights. got the hell out of there. when i went back (straight) a couple days later, i figured out it was the tail lights reflecting off the polished marble of the headstones. but it freaked me out THAT night!
Ken: that must have been '71. how time flies......
Uncle Ernie: My 1st acid trip was a hitckcock novel waiting to be written. Ah the good head games people play!
Ken: i think my weirdest trip was when i went to a pentacostal church and watched them talk in tongues and do god's dance.
Uncle Ernie: As an atheist I hold all religions equally in scorn but some are funnier than others!
Merlyn LeRoy: hey UE are you going to the march? I'm going
Uncle Ernie: Which March Merlyn?
Ken: the one after february?
Merlyn LeRoy: there's a big godless americans march in washing DC this saturday
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto waltzes in at 9:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Uncle Ernie: Ask me in January. Last March I attended was May 2001 in Washington DC.
Elayne: Hi Yama!
Ken: hi, commie yam
Comrade Yamamoto: oi
Comrade Yamamoto: oi
Ken: last march i attended was '70? damned near got tear-gassed. i swore off them after that
Uncle Ernie: Admiral Battleship whats up?
Comrade Yamamoto: not much, nobody's workin
Uncle Ernie: Nobodt cept us and I'm getting tired of all these geeks a gawking at me ...
Ken: csi is weird as hell tonight
Comrade Yamamoto: not many in the room
Ken: doc, klok, and dex will be late or absent
Comrade Yamamoto: bah
Ken: dex is going to the opera (barber of seville), klok is going trick-r-treating, and i forget what doc's excuse is
Elayne: What about the 4or5?
Elayne: That NPR thing wasn't live, was it?
Ken: they didn't email me with their plans, elayne
Comrade Yamamoto: ?
Ken: no, they record them ahead of time
Comrade Yamamoto: Okay it's working
Elayne: Was hoping Monsieur Procmer night show up and rant about the "I" countries.
Comrade Yamamoto: I have a narsty lag it seems
Ken: one night here, someone said they had 3 of them in the can for the future
Elayne: Long in the leaf, short in the can!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: yam: take two aspirins and call someone in the morning
Comrade Yamamoto: I'll tell it to the Marines
Elayne: Off to browse s'more... next week, all!
Ken: later, e
Comrade Yamamoto: laters
Merlyn LeRoy: bye e
Ken: as quick as she normally leaves, i will bet she didn't hit "exit" and gets reaped in a few
Uncle Ernie: Ta ta
Ken: shall we bet on which disease gets her?
Comrade Yamamoto: The reaper's cleaning up these days
Comrade Yamamoto: yaws
Ken: i'll take ebola for $500, alex
Merlyn LeRoy: Provider 4 bets 5000 quatluus on The Yaws
Uncle Ernie: Yes I got a magazine to get out and a new chapter to put up from the book. Ergo later Y'all Keep'em Flying!
Ken: yersinia pestis, a/k/a the black plague?
Comrade Yamamoto: I like the Plauge. Good old fashioned disease that Camus saw fit to write about and depress everybody
Uncle Ernie: http://issuesandalibis.org
Ken: ok, ernie, i'm enjoying the website weekly
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:05 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Uncle Ernie by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Ken: how often does the reaper come in?
Merlyn LeRoy: a record month this month in some ways...
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper will be here at 10:10
Ken: number of hits on website, you mean?
Merlyn LeRoy: every ten minutes, but someone has to be gone for the last 5 minutes to get killed
Ken: even death has its rules.....
Merlyn LeRoy: it isn't quite a record on raw hits, but it is on number of visitors
Ken: how many, in round numbers?
Merlyn LeRoy: average of 625 visitors a day for october
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn LeRoy: low point over the last year is june with 350
Ken: not bad at all. npr has to account for the lion's share of those, i'd think
Ken: damn, jaundice!
Merlyn LeRoy: weirdly cool hit 575, and march was 612
Comrade Yamamoto: Bah, Jaundice what a sad demise
Merlyn LeRoy: mostly NPR, but some was the sniper
Ken: the yellow death. at least she went out with some color :)
Comrade Yamamoto: In Living Color?
Ken: 'tis strange how real life and comedy intersect at times in unexpected places
Merlyn LeRoy: and the terrible chat drought continues...
Comrade Yamamoto: I'll have a draught of ale
Ken: this might be one of the leanest nights i remember
Comrade Yamamoto: Low in saturated fats
Ken: yam: i personally like the killian's red
Merlyn LeRoy: he's the pool player, right?
Ken: had one on saturday (24 oz) with a rack of lamb. exquisitely delicious
Comrade Yamamoto: I actually don't drink, but it was a good line
Ken: i don't drink much. never alone, and hardly ever with someone
Merlyn LeRoy: anywho, I'm going to play more grand theft auto vice city...
Merlyn LeRoy: bye all
Merlyn LeRoy: (uh, bye both..)
Ken: later, brian
Comrade Yamamoto: Another GTA junkie
Comrade Yamamoto: and at his age
Merlyn LeRoy: you play it too?
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm only 20 (in base 22.5)
Comrade Yamamoto: All my 18 yr old friends are going nuts for that game
Ken: i guess i'm lucky in that i never got addicted to those games. i'm a freecell or minesweeper guy, with the occasionaly foray into mah jongg
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi waltzes in at 10:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Comrade Yamamoto: N, don't have the manuel dexterity
Ken: "There are 10 kinds of people in the world those who understand binary and those who don't."
Ken: hi b-e-b
Merlyn LeRoy: hey beb, I was just leaving..
Merlyn LeRoy: that's a T-shirt now
||||||||| "10:17 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn LeRoy, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'klokwkdog', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Comrade Yamamoto: later... too many chats...
||||||||| "Hey Bone-E-Boi!" ... Bone-E-Boi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Ken: hi brian, glad to see you *did* make it!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bone-E-Boi inside, makes a note of the time (10:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
klokwkdog: hello
klokwkdog: I'm kind of here/not here
Ken: done with the candy blackmail for another year? i hope you got a lot
Ken: schrodinger's klok?
Bone-E-Boi: "Hey Boney, I was just leaving" That's all I ever hear you say, Merlyn.
klokwkdog: oh, it's the chili afterwards that draws me, like a moth to the flame
klokwkdog: chili and beer; chili and beer...
Bone-E-Boi: Cheese logs.
Ken: i saw a good recipe the other day for ground lamb chili with black beans
Ken: of course, a purist would say it's not chili if there are beans involved.
Bone-E-Boi: Minneminneminneminneminneminnesota, that's where cheese logs are best.
klokwkdog: so did the war start without me? or is Saddam still running things?
Ken: i swear i thought wisconsin was the cheese state.
Ken: no war that i know of (yet) although our own adolf is ready to blitzkreig baghdad any day now
Bone-E-Boi: Merlyn is always leaving just when I arrive. What a coincidence.'
Ken: do you use deodorant soap? the right toothpaste? personal hygeine IS important, you know ;)
Ken: i wash with colgate and brush with irish spring, myself
Ken: besides cleaning well, the colgate acts as spackle for those unsightly body holes you wish you didn't have
Bone-E-Boi: So... Have any of FST actually made an appearance here since Austin's cameo?
Ken: last week or week before we had austin and ossman at the same time
klokwkdog: actually, now that I think about it, they never sent msgs at the same time, so we don't know that they were both here- coulda been ringers or one of them posing as all three
Ken: i wonder if they have a special "door" they enter or if anyone could sign in with one of their names?
Bone-E-Boi: Both at the same time? Wow. FST was on NPR today, but the bozos at the local station chopped the segment and replaced it with a tedious interview of some low-cal yoko. Local yoyo
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:28 PM and late as usual, it's Phil Austin, just back from Billville."
Phil Austin: there's your answer. they must have a special password, since i'm NOT p.a.
||||||||| Bunnyboy waltzes in at 10:29 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
klokwkdog: I keep expecting Hawkmoth to come out of the speakers here sometime...this thing has so many rooms and vestibules and modes and secret handshakes...
Bunnyboy: lo dere
||||||||| "Hey Phil Austin!" ... Phil Austin turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bunnyboy: Lissenin' to dat NPR thang rite now.
Ken: hi bun
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Comrade Yamamoto - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bone-E-Boi: ru or have u ever been Phil Austin?
Ken: alas, poor yammie, i knew him well
Bone-E-Boi: R U
Bunnyboy: Watched MARK OF THE VAMPIRE while waiting for no-show panhandlers.
Ken: i had a classmate in high school named mike asutin
Bone-E-Boi: or have U ever been
Ken: austin, not asutin
klokwkdog: gad, this Northgate keyboard weighs 5lb! Much more substantial than mine!
Bone-E-Boi: autism?
Ken: i can't even spell the name
klokwkdog: OmniKey Plus
Ken: klok: i thought they went out of business years ago
Bunnyboy: Ken: The Flash stuff was a scream. Thanks.
Ken: you're using an antique
Bone-E-Boi: I didn't realize what a superstar Charlie McCarthy was....
Ken: sure thing, bun. i pass along goodies as i find them
klokwkdog: they did; only good keyboards ever made, IMO. Both this one and mine still work
Bone-E-Boi: He was really big time radio once upon a time.
Ken: anyone watch the pbs thing on lon cheney this week? quite interesting
Bunnyboy: Bone: He gave Bill Fields a wooden razzer or two.
klokwkdog: in films, too
Ken: or is that "chaney"? i think so
klokwkdog: something to do with Mariette Hartley's father, no?
Bone-E-Boi: Without getting psychological, there's something to Fields vs. McCarthy that I cannot shake.
Bunnyboy: Ken: Yup. A THOUSAND FACES was originally broadcast on TCM, about 2 years ago. Good stuff.
klokwkdog: I saw the tail end of it, Ken; good stuff. But I was busy trying to find out about our war...
Bunnyboy: It's CHANEY. And that's Sr., son!
Ken: yeah, i was surprised to hear the story of jr. there
Bunnyboy: I found some blog online that referenced Chaney, and had about 8 photos of the man. Of course, they blew it and included a photo of Jr. as the Wolf Man. Ah, well...
klokwkdog: shades of The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly: "you're never going to be worth more than $100/week"
Bone-E-Boi: Charlie McCarthy is much brighter than W. I think he'd make a better prez
Bone-E-Boi: Charlie McCarthy is more lifelike.
Ken: bone: they are both dummies, what's the diff?
klokwkdog: as the man said, we're saving money on energy: we put a dim bulb in the White House
Bunnyboy: Speaking of TCM, they premiered the "stills restoration" of LONDON AFTER MIDNIGHT tonite. I'll catch up later.
Bone-E-Boi: Bill Fields has more genuine warmth and compassion than "Wolfman" Chaney.
Bunnyboy: Charlie had a monocle, W. just had mono.
klokwkdog: doc said Cat was heard from; likes France better than Italy
Ken: it obviously affected his brain
Bunnyboy: The kind of mono you catch from tequila.
Ken: or coca extract
Bone-E-Boi: Monomania?
klokwkdog: and me having been heard from tonite, I think I better depart now and free up this system to productive work..
Bone-E-Boi: Monopoly?
Ken: i keep wondering how long it will take some hired geneticist to insert the "roundup ready" gene into coca so we can't wipe it out with our cropdusters
Bunnyboy: And one is nothing.
Bunnyboy: I hadn't seen MARK OF THE VAMPIRE before. It's fun!
Bunnyboy: And quite arch.
klokwkdog: BTW, for the record, the chat scheme works from Netscape 4 in Linux
Bone-E-Boi: W has elephantitis of the ego?
klokwkdog: say "hi" to those who follow for me
klokwkdog: goodnight all
Bunnyboy: nite klok
Ken: nice to know. my computer is ailing, might be trying out a generic "no o.s." system soon
Ken: buy, brian
Bunnyboy: sell, Ken!
Bone-E-Boi: Someone give the dog a bone.
Ken: bye, not buy. i'm not promoting capitalizm here
klokwkdog: I'll look for Mark of the Vampire somewhere and find out more about it
Bunnyboy: Lionel Barrymore, Jean Hersholt, Bela Lugosi and Carol Borland!
Bone-E-Boi: Chat workz with iCab for Mac OS 9.1
klokwkdog: let me know, Ken. You need about 3G free, can install Mandrake 9; I can mail you the 3 CDs. Let's hear it for the Macs, then, BEB!
klokwkdog: bye
||||||||| At 10:42 PM, klokwkdog vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Ken: sounds like an all-star cast.
Bone-E-Boi: 3 out of 4 crazy guys use Macs
Ken: i've got a linux disc around here somewhere. tried installing it and ended up with "french canadian" keyboard with some keys in the wrong place
Bunnyboy: Well, except for Borland. She never really had another hit.
Bone-E-Boi: Actually, that's probably not true anymore.
Ken: the hell she didn't! paradox, quattro pro, etc.
Bunnyboy: But she sure was spooky. And Vampira and Elvira both owe a nod.
Bunnyboy: Oh, I must be getting soft...ware...
Bone-E-Boi: Then your computer insisted upon harboring suspected terrorist aliens in Quebec, right, Ken?
Ken: i complained to borland once about something, phillipe himself sent me a cd of him doing his flute solos. not one of the better musical efforts i've heard
Ken: those damned canucks. can't trust 'em. we should be invading THEM!
Bunnyboy: I better feed us'ns hyar. G'nite!
Ken: later, bun
Bone-E-Boi: Both Michael Moore and the makers of South Park made movies about corrupt U.S. politicians invading Canada.
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:46 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Ken: and as for me, i've got the yawns myself early tonight. i'm going to call it quits also. g'nite, bone
Bone-E-Boi: Wag the Moose!
||||||||| Ken departs at 10:46 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bone-E-Boi: Ken wanted to stay, but his French Canadian Linux insisted on thumbing its prominent nose at us.
||||||||| "Hey Bone-E-Boi!" ... Bone-E-Boi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:48 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Rice', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| doctec waltzes in at 10:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
doctec: hello?
doctec: argh
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rice - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| doctec - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Comrade Yamamoto
john imaloo
Merlyn LeRoy
Phil Austin
Philboyd Studge
Uncle Ernie
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Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

newbunny.jpg (4426 bytes)

capeklok.jpg (5469 bytes)

capeken.jpg (7639 bytes)

freq.jpg (4441 bytes)

brian1.jpg (2847 bytes)
Merlyn LeRoy

capedoc.jpg (6006 bytes)

newlili.jpg (6085 bytes)

roto.jpg (6046 bytes)

babs_so.jpg (5555 bytes)
LeatherG & SO

nino1.jpg (5352 bytes)

tonk1.jpg (6123 bytes)

"The Home Team"

peggy.jpg (5240 bytes)
Peggy Blisswhips

audrey.jpg (4873 bytes)
Audrey Farber

tdt.jpg (6077 bytes)
Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace,
Dear Friend