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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for November 21, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers TinyDrTim into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 3:19 PM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 3:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TinyDrTim - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Miss Shelob enters at 7:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Miss Shelob rushes off, saying "7:39 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Philboyd_Studge enters at 8:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Philboyd_Studge: >>>>>>>>>>I FRY MINE IN BUTTER!!!<<<<<<<<<<
||||||||| Philboyd_Studge runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Philboyd_Studge?! It's 8:43 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn LeRoy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 21, 2002 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| klokwkdog waltzes in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
klokwkdog: the f*** - it is EZZACTLY 9PM!
Merlyn LeRoy: hey k
Merlyn LeRoy: not where Catherwood lives
Merlyn LeRoy: indiana is moving forward in time
Merlyn LeRoy: I got the Papoon CD, pretty good (though it's mixed bits, of course)
klokwkdog: ...or the rest of the universe is moving backwards
Merlyn LeRoy: parts of washington DC and alabama are moving backwards
klokwkdog: yeah, at warp speed
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
klokwkdog: hello Ash
Dexter Fong: Evenin' Gents
Merlyn LeRoy waves
Dexter Fong waves back vigorously
klokwkdog amber waves of grain
Merlyn LeRoy waves in red, even though that makes no sense
Dexter Fong: Adjectives and adverbs can lend exciting excitement to you conversation
klokwkdog: (that's a cut on the new Meridith Monk ablum)
Dexter Fong: Meridith is abloom?
klokwkdog: no, I think she is a Levi, actually...
Dexter Fong: ...with the sound of Muzak
Merlyn LeRoy: hey hey we're the monk
klokwkdog: ah, too much of that Hills Bros. coffee again, eh?
Dexter Fong: How you'll doing this fine Indian type summer night
Merlyn LeRoy: ersatz bros
||||||||| doctec waltzes in at 9:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
klokwkdog: Meridith are 60 this week. Happy birthday, Meridith
Dexter Fong: Doc techie
doctec: hey guys... just popping in long enough to say...
Dexter Fong: ...and
klokwkdog: you don't say...
doctec: I'm heading over to Lili's and will chat from there in about 20 mins.
Merlyn LeRoy: then you'll pop off
Dexter Fong: 10-4 Doc
Merlyn LeRoy: rev peter popoff
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Ken', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
klokwkdog: sounds good to me
Dexter Fong: Merl: Eeewwww
doctec waves in blue, just to be cheeky...
klokwkdog: hey K
Ken: hi, dear friends
doctec: see y'all in a few...
Merlyn LeRoy: ok doc
Dexter Fong: As Red Skelton said...Doc, don't work blue
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mrmuckle', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| doctec rushes off, saying "9:20 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong (
Merlyn LeRoy: austin wrote a new fireblog entry today, wonder if that mean's he'll show up..
Ken: hey muckle
Merlyn LeRoy :) need two colons
Dexter Fong: Ken and MM ..evenin'
mrmuckle: 'Evenin, all
Ken: two colons? one has worked fine for me for over 50 years now
Dexter Fong: Merl: He come's here for the material?
klokwkdog: howdy, MrM
Merlyn LeRoy: or four semicolons, of course
klokwkdog: oh yeah, the four semicolons of the apocalypse
Dexter Fong: ..that would be 8 semi-demi colons, of course
Merlyn LeRoy: let's not get silly, now
Dexter Fong: If not now...when?
Ken: ay relation to demi moore?
klokwkdog: I think you need to bring it up by a minor, Dex
Dexter Fong: Aiii related to her to, Cap'n
mrmuckle: like sitting on a bagel-like wolf stool
Dexter Fong: Klok: What..?? I look like a priest?
klokwkdog: I don't care about what you're wearing, Dex. That's a different chat.
mrmuckle: OUCH! I bonged my head.....
Ken: no collar here :)
||||||||| Catherwood enters with HasNoName close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:24 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
klokwkdog: yeah, kinda the reverse of Michael Jackson...
Dexter Fong: But seriously, Dear Friends; Conan had Hank azzaria and Harry Shearer on last night...they were great!! =)
Ken: muckle: put the bong on the mouth rather than any other portion of the head, then inhale deeply
klokwkdog: evenin' HNN
Merlyn LeRoy: notice they now call it "laicized" instead of "defrocking a priest" - that's what caused problems in the first place
Ken: hi hnn
Dexter Fong: lol Merl
Ken: dex: actually, shearer and castellenata
Dexter Fong: Hey HnN
mrmuckle: Harry Shearer is always good - very FAST
Dexter Fong: Ken: Duh...your absolutely right
HasNoName: Merlyn: laicized? They fixed their eyesight?
Ken: and they were good
Merlyn LeRoy: I think it means they can't drink milk
Dexter Fong: Yeh MM and Castellenata ain't no slow poke either
klokwkdog: For smaller animals, I use a Newberry knife. This specially designed knife is commonly available at local livestock-supply stores.
Ken: i've been laicized before. no, wait, i was laid
Ken: klok: retractable blade so as to smuggle onto airplanes easily?
Dexter Fong: ...and that Newbury Knife is available from Mickey Newbury Product, Inc
klokwkdog: It is much safer for the calf and the castrator than knives or razor blades, and is also quicker and does a better job.
mrmuckle: I was only a few minutes laid...
Ken: muckle: viagra will help that ;)
||||||||| At 9:26 PM, HasNoName vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: ...and the 4-H award for tonights chat goes to KWD....
: Am I back?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:27 PM and late as usual, it's HasNoName, just back from Billville."
HasNoName is not sure what he did
Dexter Fong I cant do that
Merlyn LeRoy: what did you did, HNN?
klokwkdog: The bulls castrated with a Newberry knife start grazing within minutes of the procedure and seem to experience less pain in the first 24 to 36 hours...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:27 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Has: You may have wondered into another room?
HasNoName: Somehow I was here and yet not here, but still able to type?
Ken: hey ernie
HasNoName: I somehow got to the front page, then back in after having left without logginng back on
Merlyn LeRoy: did you mess up the URL? That can do it
Uncle Ernie: I's back and I's beautiful ... well I's back G'day Y'all
Dexter Fong: ...if pain persists, take 20 aspirins and Moo me in the morning
mrmuckle: Hiya, Unka
klokwkdog: yes, the key to a spiritual life, HNN, is to "be in this chat, but not of it"
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, that can screw it up, then it detects it and logs you out
Dexter Fong: Unca E, Hi
Merlyn LeRoy: montana got an "F"
Ken: rather zen
Uncle Ernie: What up ?
klokwkdog is flipping through this month's Progressive Farmer
Ken: was snowing here earlier
mrmuckle: what'd I do?
Dexter Fong: Klolwkdog is flipping out
klokwkdog: it was snowing here earlier, too...in April...
Merlyn LeRoy: about what, muckle?
Uncle Ernie: It's raining here supposed to turn over to snow before morning.
Dexter Fong: ..What'd I say now....What'd I say right now, yeah
HasNoName always loved the centerfols of Progressive Farmer the best.
Merlyn LeRoy: did you type something with < and > ?
Ken: klok: i mean that when i went to dinner it was raining, when i left the restaurant, snow was falling
mrmuckle: i typed and hit enter and it all went away
Ken: ernie: i'm 125 miles west of you, it will be there soon
mrmuckle: YEAH (DUH)
Dexter Fong: Center fold is Udderly Delightful
Merlyn LeRoy: (above your head) would work better
klokwkdog: ah, here's a good one: "Get in touch with what your horse is really thinking"
Ken: "more hay"
Merlyn LeRoy: It's in the log if you look at the HTML source
klokwkdog: wow, long dinner, huh?
mrmuckle: BRB - gonna make some Moo Tea
Merlyn LeRoy: "where's mr. ed?"
Dexter Fong believes that horse is thinking I've got the brain the size of a walnut
HasNoName: "get that carrot out of there!"
Ken: about one hour. it was all you can eat fish, and in an hour, i'm pretty packed
Dexter Fong: The horse...not me =)
klokwkdog: "Let the horse communicate to you what it will accept and how often he will accept it..." not sure I want to read this article further
Dexter Fong: Senator, I ask for an acception
Ken: klok, i've seen films of the rest of that article. not a pretty sight
Uncle Ernie: Yummy my favorite Horse and Eggs ...
||||||||| Catherwood leads john imaloo inside, makes a note of the time (9:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: accepting the award for dexter fong is bill clinton.....
Merlyn LeRoy: "I can feel a vet's arm"
Dexter Fong: Hi john
Ken: hey john
HasNoName: Want to read more of these and other horse articles? Enter your credit card number below....
Uncle Ernie: Hi John?
Merlyn LeRoy: if a cop arrests mr ed, is it a horse collar?
Ken: hnn: for security, we don't store those numbers locally, we have a public web page with them posted
Dexter Fong: Merl: Neighhh
Merlyn LeRoy: let's hope Frau Blucher doesn't show up
Dexter Fong afk for a min to visit a bear
Ken: or herr butcher. mmmm, horse steaks
HasNoName: Ken: with Plain Text Secure Encryption?
Ken: hnn: every other digit transposed. unless you have cross-eyes, they don't do you any good
klokwkdog: "Feral pig population provides funding for college program."
klokwkdog: talk about bad-mouthing taxpayers...
Ken: they running a counterfeit ring or something?
klokwkdog: nope, selling crack in Watts
Ken: watts wrong with that?
HasNoName: Or selling Watts in crack...
HasNoName: FRom the Reagan Administration to a cheap gigolo - one man's journey upward...
Merlyn LeRoy: is a cheap gigolo like a cheap laugholo?
Ken: lateral transfer
Dexter Fong: Merl: A ceap gigalo is like working for under scale, man
Dexter Fong: cheap
Ken: cheep cheep, pessi, pessi, cheesburgie
Merlyn LeRoy: or cheap cigarros, like dreamos
Uncle Ernie: No pessi - coke!
Ken: coke bad for the nasal septum
||||||||| "9:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Uncle Ernie, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Dexter Fong: ..and the Cardinal has retired to the beautifully ornate Nasal Septum as the choir begins to hum
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| john imaloo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn LeRoy: 'e ran away
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:40 PM and late as usual, it's Uncle Ernie, just back from Billville."
Uncle Ernie: $@%%R)(*&)(&%&%$^%)(*&(*^(&%(^)( buttons
Ken: you sure that was a cardinal? i thought it was a thrush
Dexter Fong: 'e left his knickers here
Merlyn LeRoy: try zippers
Dexter Fong: Ken: Thrush...the evil international spy ring?
Ken: they combined with kaos in the 70's
klokwkdog: no, that's McDonalds, Dex
Dexter Fong: ..AND HILARITY ENSUED...tHURSDAYS AT NINE
klokwkdog goes after a beer
Merlyn LeRoy: they formed "karush"
Dexter Fong: sheesh sorry
Ken: what does hillary have to do with this? she part of kaos?
Dexter Fong sings; "I've got a karush on you, sweetie pie..
Uncle Ernie: No she works for Smersh!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:43 PM, dragging Bubba's Brain by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong: Fred Smersh? Lucy and Ricky's neighbor
Ken: hi bubba
Bubba's Brain: Hey all.
Dexter Fong: Hey Bubba
Uncle Ernie: Hi Bubba?
Ken: damn, we've tied up another case. fred shagged hilary, thus fomenting kaos throughout the free world
klokwkdog: Bubba will get us out of this
Bubba's Brain: get you out of what?
Uncle Ernie: I'm about to solve this case of Scotch!
Dexter Fong: Shagged? The Reggae singer?
Ken: sorry, i meant shaggy, from scooby doo
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:44 PM, dragging doctec by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong Sings, No, First Woman, no cry
klokwkdog: yeah, in the army: Reggae Singer Sargeant
doctec: he's bacaaaack...
Ken: hey doc
Bubba's Brain: Hey
mrmuckle: KAOS are the call letters of the Evergrn St College, Olympia WA
klokwkdog: hello Lili!
Uncle Ernie: Hay Doc?
Dexter Fong: Bacaak...Bacaak....cought wheeze...damn this Stanly Steamer
doctec: doctor hay...
doctec: no relation to colin
mrmuckle: Haze 4 horses
klokwkdog: aren't those carpets clean yet?
Ken: muckle, good to know. i'll listen to them for my microchip updates next time in that section of the country
Dexter Fong: ..or if you prefer..we have the Purple haze horses
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dave into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:46 PM, then departs.
doctec: lili is watching a dogma 95 film, "italian for beginners"
Ken: dave? dave's not here, man
Uncle Ernie: No and they won't be until hands on both sides of the big ditch can push the same button at the same time ...
Bubba's Brain: Heard from Fish today, Ossman had an Angioplasty.
doctec: it's almost over, then she's gonna cook dinner
mrmuckle: .....@ 88.1 FM
Dexter Fong: Doc: tell Lili, Bona Notte
Ken: ahh, wunnerful. i won't even have to reprogram my radio, a local station exists there also
klokwkdog: hope it went well, Bubba
doctec: i assume the operation was a success... ?
Ken: and tell lili i don't have a boner either
Uncle Ernie: Bummer!
Dexter Fong: Jeeze, hope the angio was preventatory and not emergency
Dave: ok, hello all, I made it finally but I don't have much time, welcome to the future
mrmuckle: Whoa, Bubba! He doin OK?
Bubba's Brain: Went in for an Angiogram, and they found 90% blockage, left behind a coupla stents while they were in.
doctec: hey dave
Dexter Fong: Ken: You are *so* slick =))
Bubba's Brain: Yes, it sounds like he's doing fine.
Ken: slick? i'm guessing you meant "sick" and made a typo
doctec: thank grid!
Dexter Fong: what tlypo
Merlyn LeRoy: hey dave, hope a firesigner shows up tonight
mrmuckle: Thats good. My Dad's had 4 of them...
doctec: speeling optionale
Dexter Fong: Damn MM: He might win the Letterman Trophy
doctec: four!? wow...
doctec: he liked the first one so much he wanted to go in for another ... and another ... and another ... ?
mrmuckle: angioplasty is almost an out-patient thing now
Ken: quantity discount
Bubba's Brain: Between Guidant and Cook, there's a good chance his stent came from Indiana.
doctec: in by 9m out by 5...
Dexter Fong: I remebr in WW2 when we hit the beach at Angio....
klokwkdog: yeah, but you have to do it fast, Doc. You see the bill for the first one and it takes all the excitement out of it
doctec: like one-hour martinizing?
Ken: two hour lewisizing
Dexter Fong: ..with scotch guard...keep them scotchmen out
Bubba's Brain: Angie O'Plasty -- the Irish gal who holds my heart...
Dave: well, I think that all wrong thinking people are right, hey, I've decided to rewrite the play Oedipus The King, Tirecias is going to be the Proffit of the Internal Revenue Service (not really the IRS, just a pun on the business aspect of things)
mrmuckle: Like Paddy O'Furniture
doctec: Married to Patty O'Furniture ... ?
klokwkdog: unlike poor Ann O'Rexic, who passed on so tragically...
doctec: ooh, mm beat me 2 it
mrmuckle: heh heh
doctec: well done sir
mrmuckle: great minds think alike
doctec: (vs medium or rare)
Dave: oh, and the Black God Of Death is going to be a stockbroker, just something I was thinking of during English class
Dexter Fong: Dave: I'm not sure the Black God of Death is English
Ken: black god of death. hmmm, didn't realize god was african-american
Dexter Fong: Ken: He's a coal miner
Ken: next you'll be telling me santa claus is jewish? oy vey!
doctec: y'know, it just wouldn't surprise me if the black god of death would turn out to be a stockbroker. this makes perfect sense in today's world.
klokwkdog: The Black God of Death is a stockbroker. But he prefers to be called an "investment banker"
mrmuckle: THERE IS NO SANITY CLAUSE!!!
Dave: read the play folks, and you'll get it, although maybe my version could have an asian guy play the black god, hmmmm, I'll give that some though
doctec: klok: lol
Ken: anyone here read "battlefield earth"? (not the movie!) bankers were descended from sharks
doctec: i'll have two beers too.
doctec: and as we all know, sharks never sleep.
Dave: hey, I gotta go, I'll try to get on later, bye yall
klokwkdog: ...which brings to mind visions of using stockbrokers as molds for investment casting for some reason...
||||||||| Dave departs at 9:55 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Ken: nite, dave
klokwkdog: nite Dave
Dexter Fong: ..Hi I'Night Dave
Ken: cere perdue?
Dexter Fong must learn to delete unsent comments
klokwkdog: I have been listening to Laurie Anderson's Mr. Heartbreak again recently
mrmuckle: you do and you'll clean it up!
doctec: what a great album
klokwkdog: the story about how the sharks come walking right out of the water during the Typhoon
Dexter Fong: A Wet Shark Never Sleeps
Ken: i've got a bunch of would-be hackers trying to discover my netbios name. anyone here that can enlighten me on what that is and why they want it?
klokwkdog: BBC Radio 3's "Late Junction" played a piece by Anderson that was done 20 Sept. 2001; it's about wildebeasts; it's pretty intense
Dexter Fong: Hey! Any body see the meteor shower this week
doctec: paradise is exactly like where you are right now... only much, much better.
Bubba's Brain: I'llbeback
klokwkdog: clouds here
Ken: dex: was totally overcast then here
Ken: "If I only had a little humility, I'd be perfect." - Ted Turner
Dexter Fong: Same here...a the SOB won't be back like for 600 years or something
klokwkdog: it was staged, Dex. Nasa strung some Xmas tree lights out behind the Space Station
doctec: A recent tune of mine was inspired by last year's Leonid meteor shower...
Ken: there's your quote for the week
doctec: It's on ZeD (http://zed.cbc.ca). Search on keyword doctec
klokwkdog: according to the reports I read, this year's was "at least as intense as last year's". I didn't find last year's all that interesting and went back inside.
Ken: i've seen meteor showers before. and one annular eclipse of the sun also :)
klokwkdog: I think that in a given week, there are about 3,000 astronomical events that "won't happen again for 50 years"
mrmuckle: I think if they get NetBios name, they can use your ISP account (?)
doctec: i did get to see last year's it was pretty cool - saw a shooter every 15 seconds or so
Ken: don't know, mm, but that guess is as good as any of mine
klokwkdog: once one passes 50, that kind of wolf-crying is not as effective
doctec: missed this year's
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: last time i did a shooter every 15 seconds i lasted about 3 minutes
doctec: ken: lol!!!! (hic)
klokwkdog: I wish they'd fix that frigging clock: it's 9:48 PM
Dexter Fong shouts "A wolf! A really big f*ing wolf!!!!
Ken: ken sings: here comes little red riding hood, she sure is looking good....
doctec: oh, volfie...
Dexter Fong: Wooly and Bullie Sir
klokwkdog: hey Ken, neat presidential Hotmail hack!
Ken: lol, klok! i loved it
Dexter Fong: ...well =)
Ken: difficult to multitask here tonight. csi is solving a snuff film
Dexter Fong sneezes "Achoooo!!"
doctec: ooh, that's fine snuff!
klokwkdog: someone finally snuffed all the Friends. whew! took long enough
Dexter Fong: klok: Huh?
Ken: i have never seen "friends" on tv. does that make me weird?
doctec: So i guess we'll be seeing the sequel soon: Dead Friends
Dexter Fong: Ken: No you were always that way
doctec: 30 minutes of corpses sitting on a couch saying nothing...
klokwkdog: took them all to the ER and called CSI
Ken: barfy the friend slayer?
Ken: thanks for the confirmation, dex ;)
Dexter Fong: A testamonial , Dear Firends
Ken: is a firend an ember?
Dexter Fong: which end?
doctec: fine firry ends
klokwkdog: the Jim Morrison End
Ken: remember, when the fire's done, kick it in the ashcroft, er, ash hole
Dexter Fong: Hey ken..watch that talk =)
Ken: why is mrmuckle in parentheses?
klokwkdog: yeah, don't dis a fine, upstanding embarassment to the administration
doctec: i got more email from cat, unfortunately i'm at lili's and email is at home so can't upload tonight
Bubba's Brain: Imbacknow
Dexter Fong: Ken: Good question....results in a moment...but first a refill
doctec: will have to upload this weekend & send y'all the urls
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uncle Ernie - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: give us the précis, doc
Ken: here's one for the dept. of redundancy dept. i "opted out" of some spam, got email back with this subject line: Newsletter Removal Requests Newsletter.
Dexter Fong: Ken: =)
doctec: spam removal spam?
doctec: send it to spamarchive.org
mrmuckle: I'll have yours - I love it!
Ken: doc: is there really such a thing?
Bubba's Brain: Sounds like the pop-up window advertising ways to block pop-up windows.....
Ken: i will keep that email for posterior, er, posterity
doctec: ken: yes there is - i read about it on slashdot.org this week
Dexter Fong: Careful Ken
Ken: reading the article, looks like they won't appreciate its humor, only use it for research porpoises
Dexter Fong: Doc: How much longer is Cat to be a broad...uh....away
doctec: i think he gets back in early december
Dexter Fong: Damn! Must be one hell of a CSI tonight
doctec: (the 10th stick in the back of my mind)
Ken: pull it out before there's brain damage
Dexter Fong: and where are the other nine?
Dexter Fong: in the 9 Chi points of course
doctec: in your eyes..
Ken: dex: it's over now, i switched to pbs "frontline". "what happened to al qaida?"
klokwkdog: I'm not watching anything, but did pop up another tab to see this week's Fiore: http://www.salon.com/politics/comics/2002/11/21/meat/index.html
Dexter Fong: ...help I can't move
Ken: fiore is one of the best around these days
Dexter Fong: and there's a lot of furor over Fiore
klokwkdog: what did happen to al qaida? Guess Saddam bought out their franchise
mrmuckle: you wouldn't want to anyway - the rents too expensive everywhere
klokwkdog: where Dex lives, they have Rent Control!!
doctec: changed his name to dente
klokwkdog: well, whatever it is, he's done for
Dexter Fong: Yeah Klok; and rudy bllomberg is gonna increase property taxes 25%
Dexter Fong: and it gets passed along to tenants
doctec: sweet rudy bloomberg?
klokwkdog: a tax-and-spend Republican??
Dexter Fong: Yeah Doc: He invented the "sweet Science"
Dexter Fong: He trained the "Orignal Chocalte Soldier, kid baby face
doctec: ah, thanx - i had wondered
Dexter Fong: spelling by happenslance
Ken: ah, don't you love it when govt. reduces regulations?
Dexter Fong: "Gov'mint Regalation #789: "You will reduce your regulations
klokwkdog: yeah, like those on abortion, medical marijuana, 18 yr. old draft registration...
mrmuckle: in this episode theyre reducing freedoms as well
doctec: the regulation regulatory commission meets regularly to regurgitate regular regulations retroactively
Dexter Fong: Not reducing MM: down sizing
Ken: oh boy, two words i hate in the same page: draft and downsizing
klokwkdog: the regulations in spain fall mainly on the poor
Dexter Fong: Doc: Easy for you to type....or maybe not =00
mrmuckle: so it'll all fit on one sheet of paper.....sign here.....
doctec: i'd close the door and only buy the large economy size
Dexter Fong: sENOR?
mrmuckle: .....and here.....
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 10:27 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Dave plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dexter Fong: bleah
Dexter Fong: Sorry Dave
Ken: dave's back, quit talking about him ;)
mrmuckle: .....and here...
doctec: the senior senor says: slay sacreligious sycophants!
Dexter Fong: ....and where?
doctec: hey dave
mrmuckle: over there
Dexter Fong: "We shall slay then in the streets, we shall slay them in the Nasal Septum
doctec: does your vox decoder treat y'all as "you all"?
Dexter Fong: a sec
Ken: don't forget to sign the blank page so they can put in what they want later
klokwkdog: ...but sign it "Washington Irving"
mrmuckle: well, he's no fun - he fell right over!
Dave: um, right, no clue what yall are talkin' about, believe me, when you're known as "the blind kid" in your high school, you don't give a damn what other people say about you
Bubba's Brain: Fadin fast.... will see you all later.
Merlyn LeRoy: bye bb
||||||||| At 10:29 PM, Bubba's Brain vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
doctec: nite bubba
Ken: later, bub
klokwkdog: not if "the blind kid" sees you first...
Ken: dave, we don't have a clue either. join the crowd :)
doctec: does the deep blue see sound like the deep blue sea?
Ken: here, dave, smoke some of this. you'll still be blind, but you won't care any more
doctec: ken: lol
Dave: actually, that's one of my many comebacks, "blind kid..." "Blind Kid? where? I don't see a blind kid" that last quote is me talking, the first is the asshole
doctec: or rather: l o l
doctec: dave: l o l
Ken: who here uses a speak and spell program? are you really blind, dave?
doctec: a great comeback indeed
klokwkdog: see http://www.clickandbuild.com/cnb/shop/cashncarrion?listPos=&productID=48&search=&op=catalogue-product_info-null&prodCategoryID=14
Ken: if so, sorry i made the joke
Dave: no fucking with the screen reader, I know what yall are sayin', it's all good (todo esta bueno)
doctec: todo too?
Dexter Fong: and the little dog I rode in on
doctec: et tu bruno?
Dexter Fong: I ate 2 Bruno and was sick all night
Merlyn LeRoy: domini domini domini, you're all latin americans now
mrmuckle: bruno bornino
Dexter Fong: SAalsa!
Dave: oh Lord, I thought I could warp things up, you folk've got me beat
Dexter Fong: the SA is for South America
doctec: dominate, dominate, dominate ... you're all masochists now
klokwkdog: the engines canna take no more, Captain!
doctec: i've got your beet? say it ain't so!
Dexter Fong: Hey! Where's my Scotch guard
doctec: down at the pub
klokwkdog: they got replaced by Swiss when you weren't looking!
Ken: news today: food pyramid is bad. eat more fat, but eat the GOOD type, like avocados
Dexter Fong: He's been down in the mouth too...I like it that way
Ken: watch those swiss
doctec: there's good fat - and there's bad fat - and hey brothers, we're going to eat some right now!
Dexter Fong: The're Holy
klokwkdog: you know, every few years, somebody tries to re-work that pyramid scam again
mrmuckle: ...those were my Mother's feathers!!!...
Dave: yeah Ken, I saw that news too, too bad my diet isn't consistent whatsoever
Dexter Fong: lol Doc
klokwkdog: i suppose that if you put your stuff under one of those food pyramids, you don't need a refrigerator
Dexter Fong: Doctor's today recommend at least 3 porions of whatsoever a day
Ken: and your walnuts never get dull either
klokwkdog: let me tell you this: it absolutely does not work for razor blades
Dexter Fong: LOL Klok
Ken: oh ye of little faith.....
klokwkdog: ...if you want them fresh, keep them in the 'fridge, not under a food pyramid
Dexter Fong: Hey My faith is as big as your
Dexter Fong: ster
Dave: gotta have faith
Dexter Fong: buster..
mrmuckle: without faith, there'd be no magicians
Dave: hey, what the hell is a grote cluster?
doctec: o ye of little face
Dave: if I spelled that right
Ken: i saw faith hill on letterman other night. i thought she was country, but she was rocking out!
Dexter Fong: A bunch of graots in one p,ace
Dexter Fong: place
klokwkdog: feed that into google and see what you get
doctec: g r o a t
Ken: g r o a t is combination of oats and goats. very nutritious
mrmuckle: very good, dex
doctec: all those "country" artists are really pop artists now
Dexter Fong: Ken: Oh yeah...then where did the "R" in groats come from?
Ken: similar to haggis, but the scotch use sheep instead
klokwkdog: and once you are worried by that, look up "karnal bunt" and it will scare the hell out of you (and all other beneficiaries of monoculture crops)
Dave: I love country music, but the trad stuff, I play the oldtime fiddle
Ken: sorry, dex, one of those mistakes that got into the lexicon
Dexter Fong: karnal bunt = Sexual Baseball
mrmuckle: from the English, who'd answer their phone with a "Are you there?"
klokwkdog: that's a good approach, Dave; if you were in an orchestra, the most you could aspire to would be to play second fiddle
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bone-E-Boi into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:39 PM, then departs.
Ken: hi bone
klokwkdog: hello BEB
mrmuckle: hey, beb
Dexter Fong: aBoney..hey
Dave: tis true klok, oh and if I don't spell things right it's cause I've never bothered to spell them with my screen reader, so, sorry
Bone-E-Boi: Heya-hiya. Last time I wuz here, I wuz trying to do 4 or 5 crazy things at once.
Ken: i love these tv shows where the people speak arabic, wear white shirts, and the subtitles are all in white letters
Dexter Fong: Dave: you do better than most of us here spelling wise
Dave: just lean against that windfall over there
Ken: bone: cut back to 2 or 3, work your way up
Bone-E-Boi: Multitasking. Screw up everything faster than ever before.
klokwkdog: stop and smell the peonies, BEB
doctec: haste makes waste
Dexter Fong: Smell the ponies? I don't think so
Dave: are those like picaneese
Bone-E-Boi: Toxic haste?
Dexter Fong: Dave: That's what you do for a knee replacement..you pekenese
Ken: similar, dave, except one's a flower and the other is a dog
Dave: ah, yes, toxic haste = the U.S. government
Dexter Fong: Klok: Please address your "lol"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:44 PM, then departs.
Ken: you mean like "lol, SIR"
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Ken: hey bun
Dexter Fong: We all need positive re-enforcement
Bone-E-Boi: Poindexter has taken over the internet. Where's Mr. Peabody?
klokwkdog: OK, how about this: "Good evening, Mr. Lol. How is your airline doing?"?
Dave: hey, mull this one over, here is the Italian traffic equation: dottle = roadkill, made that up while I was over there, to dottle is to waste time by the way
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
HasNoName: Hey all, again... was AFK, had a phone call
doctec: hey bun, h n n
Dexter Fong: Klok: No...more like Lol@...
Bunnyboy: We set the Wayback Machine for 666 B.C...
klokwkdog almost got to take a summer course in roadkill at Southern Connecticut State University
Ken: time for the antichrist
doctec: it's mark, the beast!
Ken: wait, you can't have the antichrist if christ is in the future, can you?
doctec: the mark the beast show is brought to you by - the devilmaster 4000!
HasNoName: Ken: due to FCC regs, they used to have to give him equal time on Televangelist stations...
Dave: yeah, armadillo university is another good place, somewhere on a road in Texas
Bunnyboy: Anybody land a copy of J-MEN yet?
Ken: armadillos are good to eat. taste like pork
Merlyn LeRoy: I've ordered, amazon said J-men shipped yesterday
Merlyn LeRoy: haven't gotten it yet.
Merlyn LeRoy: got papoon today, ordered from laugh.com same day
Dexter Fong: Gotta go park friends...catch you on the return...
klokwkdog: not far from Paris
Ken: nice town, klok, but half of it washed away in this spring's floods
klokwkdog: toad away, Dex
klokwkdog: Jerry Jeff must be unhappy, Ken
Bone-E-Boi: I'm hoping that DARPA is finally going to explain to us guinea pigs what this experiment is about.
klokwkdog: "address LOLs". The cheek. One is supposed to view them in context, after all
doctec: jesus h chrysler
Ken: it's only a couple of buildings anyway. they say the dancehall was knee deep in mud, and the general store floated off down the creek
Dave: PUT DOWN THAT PICKLE!
klokwkdog: doesn't sound like severe damage, considering the original condition, Ken
Ken: bone: which experiment are you referring to?
Bone-E-Boi: I'm guessing it's kinda like "Dark Star." Have you seen that movie? I'll assume you all have.
Bunnyboy: "Why, you're nothing but a sauced cucumber!"
Bunnyboy: There! That'll show it up...
Ken: sorry, bone, not a movie person here
klokwkdog: what, arguing with the smart bomb about not going off?
doctec: van dyke parks
doctec: i saw it a long time ago - have it on a beta tape
Dave: movies ain't my thing, mmusic's where I belong
doctec: lobrow scifi
klokwkdog: that was a long time ago, then
Bunnyboy: Neo-Tex Avery: ROCK-A-BYE BOOM-BOOM
Bone-E-Boi: To DocTechnical, phenomenology is lowbrow.
doctec: dave: i like movies and i make music (electronica and ambient space music mainly)
Bunnyboy: Dave: You and Paul Simon.
mrmuckle: Godzirra - he too tough
klokwkdog: It was Cameron's film school project, wasn't it? But he wasn't the golden boy like Lucas, so didn't get funding enough to finish it. Or was it Carpenter? I guess it was John Carpenter.
Bunnyboy: (sings) That's where I belong...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Phil Austin inside, makes a note of the time (10:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bone-E-Boi: Philosophy is all Greek to me.
doctec: hey phil
Bunnyboy: lo Meester President
mrmuckle: hi, Phil
Phil Austin: yeah, yeah, yeah
HasNoName: Dark Star was John Carpenter's film school project...
Merlyn LeRoy: the philster
Ken: and here's philosophy austin!
doctec: how'd the premiere go last week?
Dave: I used to know how to play Bridge Over Troubled Water on the piano, took me a year and a half to learn, all by ear of course, don't know braille music
Phil Austin: battling with an errant dsl line tonight, so later than I might be
Bunnyboy: Ph.D spells "Fudd"
klokwkdog: too bad it couldn't take place in an unfinished subway network, HNN
Dave: don't want to either, perfect pitch suits me fine
Ken: threaten it with wirecutters, phil, it will shape up
doctec: that's ok phil - i'm battling with the fact that this has been a bone-crushing week for me work-wise...
klokwkdog: ah, DSL! How to get ONE service that involves THREE vendors!
doctec: i'm running on fumes
Merlyn LeRoy: lol kwd
Phil Austin: doc: premiere was odd, to say the least. I got opinions of the film from Johnny Fever and T. Ferris of Red shift fame
mrmuckle: i'm suffering from shortness of cash!
Dave: ALL HAIL THE PHILSTER, GOOD TO FINALLY SEE YA, ok, so that ain't ever gonna happen, but, hey anyway
Ken: johnny cash?
doctec: what was the crows reaction in general though?
doctec: er, drowd
Merlyn LeRoy: give up doc
Ken: you did performance for crows?
doctec: (fumes, i tellya...)
klokwkdog: almost there...
Bunnyboy: The Man In Black's new album is purty cool.
klokwkdog: black or counting?
Bone-E-Boi: Crows like corn. But not when it tastes like pork.
HasNoName: what about the hawks and sparrows?
Bunnyboy: doc: They picked it apart. What corn!
klokwkdog: crows taste more like chicken, don't they?
doctec: (spelling insubstantial)
Phil Austin: I enjoy crows and ravens. they are nice people. they mostly like Merle Haggard, though.
Dave: I love Counting Crows, got all there stuff
mrmuckle: everything tastes like chicken - except chicken!
Merlyn LeRoy: don't you fall asleep?
Ken: i know merle haggard's cousin on a personal basis. (wish i knew her better, if you know what i mean)
Bone-E-Boi: They don't think that cowboy philosophy is lowbrow?
klokwkdog: I can't get along with them, myself - they seem infested with Other Spirits
doctec: does liking merle haggard put them in some kind of lower class or something?
Phil Austin: Ravens enjoy doing crossword puzzles and ripping through rotted meat
Bunnyboy: U.S. Plus : We make meat-flavored vegetable substitutes. Accept no others!
doctec: in that order?
Ken: bun: dont forget the pharmaceutically enhanced soybeans
HasNoName: crossword puzzles, rotted meat - I remember reading that in their centerfold. I think the editors make those details up though and just use old Audabon pictures
Phil Austin: no, upper class. See my long article on the Death of Country Music in Imaginary Magizine
klokwkdog: yeah, very orderly Doc. I've seen it - London Times crossword -- in ink. You see their mess all over Hyde park.
Phil Austin: Imaginary Magazine is devoured by ravens
Dave: merle's stuff too
doctec: i was just commenting before you appeared how country music ain't country music any more, it's just another flavor of pop now
Dave: great fiddle player, good western swing player
HasNoName: The circulation consists of imaginary numbers...
Ken: phil: do they use a raspberry vinegrette with that?
Bunnyboy: Anybody catch that Benjamin Franklin 2-parter on PBS this week? Wotta guy!
mrmuckle: Ravens: the mavens of the aviary
Ken: hnn: did you know that there are actually hyperreal and surreal numbers?
klokwkdog: but doesn't the success of O Brother, Where Art Thou go against your thesis, Phil?
doctec: saw that latest shania twain video - no one would guess she's a dominatrix now, would they?
Ken: bun: yeah, i loved it
Bunnyboy: cat would be proud. The actor who played the elderly Franklin is Canadian.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey BB, the PBS blurb on the Ben Franklin bio started with a ref to Firesign's "the only president of the united states who was never president of the united states"
Phil Austin: Ain't it the truth. although ... we are living in the golden age of Allison Crause and the Boys in the Band. We've got Alan Jackson (sorry, I loved that stupid song) and lord save me, the dixie chicks. That lead girl they've got is the best singer in amer
klokwkdog: one of my favorite concepts!
doctec: wheat among the chaff, phil
Phil Austin: klok: yeah, you're right
doctec: allison is great
Ken: and cute too
Bone-E-Boi: That bowl of chili is upper class, thanks to GMO. Cue the Gene Taylor dancers.
Merlyn LeRoy: Here's the Franklin blurb: http://www.sunspot.net/features/bal-to.franklin19nov19,0,2680158.story?coll=bal-features-headlines
Bunnyboy: Love Mojo Nixon's take, LET'S GO BURN OLD NASHVILLE DOWN.
klokwkdog: Dixie Chicks have been lately kicking Sony's butt on behalf of all artists for which I love them and forgive any transgressions, now, past or in future, but they also play more traditional stuff and force stations along with them
doctec: mojo nixon, the tom waits of country
Bunnyboy: (sings) Any fool can wear a hat, and not move when they play, but the lonesome howl of the White Trash Wolf can't be heard today..."
Bone-E-Boi: Artificial lifeforms will conquer Global Warming. Details at eleven.
Phil Austin: Lately we've been listening to the old Band albums alot.
Merlyn LeRoy: by the way, phil, you can "sign" your messages on the message board the same way here, so your name shows up in red on the msg board
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokwkdog: yeah, but country radio is pretty much in the grasp of Central Control, just like all the pop stations. The intelligencia have fled to their personal stock of CDs or XM Satelite Radio, leaving the charts to be driven by trailer trash
Ken: buy that man a clock!
doctec: eleven o'clock my ass...
Bunnyboy: Great DVD edition of THE LAST WALTZ. Extries and backstory galore.
Merlyn LeRoy: clearchannel owns about everything
klokwkdog: Phil, so if you, like listen to The Band enough, you'll create a new kind of furniture?
Dave: and, yes, i am Phil
Bone-E-Boi: Monster Island is scheduled to take on ozone depletion.
HasNoName: One of the people at where I work always has the local Clear Chanel country station on, and their playlist is so repetitve it took me ages to figure out it wasn't a tape she was listening to....
Ken: brian: what they don't own, the evangelists do
Phil Austin: Thanks Bri. Glad to know it. I havent' greeted the new guy there and I will
Merlyn LeRoy: hey doc, we need to kick byron to have a clock sync prog
klokwkdog: Like those guys in Italy who listened to Dylan over and over and created Memphis furniture?
Phil Austin: klok: I've lost track of what we were talking about
doctec: yes, brian, i will talk to byron about it
Phil Austin: The guys in italy, ahh ...
Ken: phil: just smile and nod, everythign will be ok
Bunnyboy: And the loafers in Vermont who became Phish.
klokwkdog: could Merlyn like just add a delta to whatever time is pulled up by the system call? The offset seems rather consistent week->week
doctec: hey phil, have you heard from david since his angioplasty?
Bunnyboy: Just a har. Phish are spectacular.
mrmuckle: I thought the loafers became wingtips!
klokwkdog: I forgot the password, too, Phil ;-))
Ken: brogans rule forever
Phil Austin: doc: talked to David today at some length. He's feeling considerably better today, definitely healing and getting stronger
Merlyn LeRoy: KWD, I thought about that, but there are too many pieces - e.g. "beat the reaper" would still show the wrong time, etc
||||||||| Catherwood enters with john imaloo close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
doctec: that's great to hear! thanks for the update.
Ken: wb, john
Bunnyboy: lo john
john imaloo: hello all
doctec: hey john
klokwkdog: Uh-oh, are they perhaps testing that new life form?
Merlyn LeRoy: I taped Proctor's appearance on "All in the Family"
Merlyn LeRoy: he's younger than me in that thing
Ken: and bryan, the main page says 0100 gmt, since dst is done, it's now 0200
Bone-E-Boi: "If I could hold on to just one thought/ For long enough to know/ Why my mind is moving so fast/ And the conversation is slow" - Neil Young
Ken: oops, brian
Bunnyboy: Y'know, there's a town in North Ontario...
klokwkdog: well, that's interesting. universal time does not save daylight (it's a lost cause)
Merlyn LeRoy: hmm, ken, that's supposed to automagically change if DST is true or not...
Bone-E-Boi: Good luck deciphering this gibberish, Admiral Poindexter.
klokwkdog: all my changes were there...it's called Kingston...
Ken: i didn't look this week, but last week it was wrong
john imaloo: ahh time is the unstopable force
mrmuckle: the unstoppable farce
john imaloo: my ex wifee's butt the immoveable object
Bunnyboy: DST = 1
Bone-E-Boi: We're aiding terrorists by confusing the people who are trying to protect us.
klokwkdog: I don't care whether time is stoppable or not, but with all these computers around, you'd think that more clocks would start to agree
Ken: "My idea of an agreeable person is a person who agrees with me." --Benjamin Disraeli
doctec: no, more timekeeping devices = more confusion
doctec: generally speaking
Bone-E-Boi: Confusing ourselves and each other in the process.
HasNoName: BEB: that's good, and simple. Here they were talking about holding a benefit show for terrorism, but that's a lot of work.
Dave: hey, I'm gonna go, I'll make my usual appearances throughout the week, good to finally meet ya Phill, firstname.lastname@example.org is my email if ya want to send anything my way (no spam or you'll be blocked), bye yall
mrmuckle: generally motors
klokwkdog: we cannot chat in unison without a synchronized clock
klokwkdog: nite Dave
Merlyn LeRoy: bye dave
doctec: am i the only one here creeped out by the fact that congress is about to remove all restrictions re corporate ownership of media outlets?
john imaloo: i have an insnycc watch
Ken: later, dave
Bunnyboy: My turn to blush. I couldn't place Mr. Poindexter. And then, it hit me: "Oh, that Iran-Contra weasel, sucking on that dadblamed pipe!"
HasNoName: doc: no
doctec: nite save
john imaloo: and a backstreet boys too
Ken: doc: it's good for the economy
doctec: er, dave
mrmuckle: gunnite, dave
klokwkdog: what about that old college trick of "everyone send a line to the chat server at exactly 11PM"? - impossible without accurate time.
doctec: good for the economy, bad for free speech
Bunnyboy: nite Dave
Ken: who cares about speech, as long as the rich get richer and i get screwed?
Bone-E-Boi: Yeah, so many Fireheads are sympathetic to Islamic fundamentalism. Wet with compassion.
doctec: do we have to choose between the two?
||||||||| Dave runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dave?! It's 11:10 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bunnyboy: We'll ALL get screwed. And the rich will indeed...get...richer...
klokwkdog: I've d/l the FAIR "CounterSpin" episode about UN resolution 1411 to listen to. It is funny; it would be funnier if it weren't so darn tragic.
doctec: on an unrelated note: someone emailed me from out of the blue, asking me if i had a copy of the 1980 mimiseries "oppenheimer"...
Bone-E-Boi: If only Truman Capote were alive today, he could visit Robert Blake in jail.
doctec: ...which i do...
Ken: i suppose i should be happy about the tax law changes. when my parents are gone, i won't lose half of my inheritance to estate taxes
doctec: this guy had been looking for a copy for 15 years, i am the first lead that's panned out
klokwkdog: how are things in blue now, anyway, DT?
doctec: i asked him what pointed the way to my email box...
Ken: hey doc & klok: did the ice storm get you guys last week?
klokwkdog: So are you going to send Frank a copy?
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, I sent an email address to taylor about a guy who said he had "5 hours of firesign from the 60s" on tape
Bunnyboy: Anybody hear Mr. Gore on NPR?
Ken: he's been everywhere lately, and always says the same thing
Bone-E-Boi: The keyword is Poindexter. If only Jay Ward were alive. He'd lol.
mrmuckle: KEN - look into having your parents estate put into a Trust
Bunnyboy: "I was robbed!!!"
doctec: he said he had emailed someone who had commented on the oppie miniseries on IMDB, this person had seen a comment i had made somewhere about the miniseries and he forwarded my email addy to the guy
Bunnyboy: SFX: Trumpet fanfare
klokwkdog: no, we sent the ice riccochetting into Canada with our Nexrad system
klokwkdog: I showed you how to do that, right Ken?
Bunnyboy: "Ladies and gentleman. The Resident of the United States."
klokwkdog: You go to a weather site (Intellicast, for example) and click on "NEXRAD Radar"
doctec: ...and playing on "metropolis" (mp3 feed from kcrw in santa monica): a new version (quite good, actually) of beefheart's "i dream of ah cid"
doctec: (i ain't got the blues no more i said...)
Ken: mrmuckle: i think they have done something like that. my dad told me the only thing they "really" own is the house. even the car is owned by some fictitious entity with my sister in charge
Bone-E-Boi: The must be what a transcript of the old Flo & Eddie by the Fireside radio show looks like.
Bone-E-Boi: This, not the.
klokwkdog: Then, you just click and drag a big box on the screen around the bad weather.
Bunnyboy: Fast and bulbous!
Bunnyboy: Aw, I gotta watch a dopey cartoon. I gots no choice!
Ken: lol, klok! i'll have to remember that one
klokwkdog: Next, type your ID code (use A736z if you don't have your own) and hit Enter
Bunnyboy: nite, y'all!
Ken: later, bun
Bone-E-Boi: No, this is even better. Everyone is ignoring Phil.
HasNoName: nnight, bb
klokwkdog: You can now drag the box up to 400 nm away.
Merlyn LeRoy: knight
klokwkdog: nite bb
mrmuckle: bye, bb
Ken: let's give minniesoda all our snow this year
doctec: uh-oh, i think i am about to be called away for a late supper
klokwkdog: -- voila! ice storm hits Canada; we get rain.
Ken: go, doc, and enjoy it
john imaloo: i am in awe
Bone-E-Boi: Phil, if you don't shape up, we're gonna throw your ass out of here.
klokwkdog: hi to Lili, doc
john imaloo: just being in the electronic presence of true funny
klokwkdog: nite to you, doc
doctec: lili's whipped up a tasty repast of spaghetti squash & eggplant
john imaloo: thanks mr austin for the smiles and confusion you brought ime
HasNoName: night, doc
Ken: veggies good
doctec: i will stay connected, but silent for the most past. will try & check in as the opportunity arises
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "11:17 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
klokwkdog: groan. and all KWD faces (after a penance of sit-ups) is a couple of grocery store pizza strips. The plain-ish ones.
doctec: actually i think austin is away, dealing with one thing and another
klokwkdog: we gotta have another sushi party!
john imaloo: in reality the first time i heard the theartre was my high school graduation trip
john imaloo: you guys made more sense than dak to
Ken: and what a trip that was, huh?????
doctec: i wonder if austin will have anything to do with the upcoming friar's roast of chevy chase (due to appear on comedy central soon)?
klokwkdog: i'm just ever so glad Phil has joined us tonight, no matter what.
doctec: well, deenaaar is served... will try and check in after a bit...
Bone-E-Boi: For crikes sake, I was just kidding.
klokwkdog: wow, your school gave trips upon graduation?
john imaloo: sure
Ken: a diploma and a hit of windowpane, all with that funny hat
HasNoName: I think I'm checking out... the time of the evening where I pass out is upon us
john imaloo: and new shoes
Ken: g'nite, hnn
klokwkdog: they just gave us certificates and we had to be careful with the blotter paper; they searched the lockers regularly
Phil Austin: I'm back
HasNoName: night, all...
||||||||| HasNoName rushes off, saying "11:20 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Phil Austin: attention lagging. getting ready to record with fst tomorrow for npr
klokwkdog: welcome back to this episode of "The Remnants"
doctec: ...and i'm dining w/lili (but i'll stay connected & will try to chime in as the opportunity arises)
doctec: hope the session goes well!!!!!
klokwkdog: don't let us distract you - that is a vital cervix!
Ken: sadly, i will miss the npr thing live on t'giving, but will catch on the website
Merlyn LeRoy: phil, is that going to air on thanksgiving day? Or you dunno?
Phil Austin: los remnantos del corazon
Merlyn LeRoy: "I can't understand your crazy moon language"
Phil Austin: merlyn: i believe it will be on the day. David knows more than i
Merlyn LeRoy: okie dokie
Ken: hell, everybody knows more than i
klokwkdog: didn't they play once with Los Fabulosos Cadillacs?
Phil Austin: At the armory in Fresno . Bebop was there with Charlie Palomino
Ken: hit song: "datsun uva gun"
Bone-E-Boi: I'll spike the self-defecating banter about the internet competing against radio. There's an overabundance of irony in comedy these days, anyway.
klokwkdog: as long as I have fair warning. Proctor and Bergman just about destroyed me on NPR in '76
Ken: too much irony can be treated by bloodletting
john imaloo: thats what rumsfeld tells the resident
Ken: with cheney feeding him pretzels, we're in good shape
Phil Austin: hey, muck. What's the weather like? (ignore deep philisophical ramifications)
klokwkdog: you know, a recurring cast is fun in James Bond films, but in presidential administrations, it's a real bummer
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:25 PM and late as usual, it's email@example.com, just back from Billville."
mrmuckle: Cool. foggy
||||||||| firstname.lastname@example.org rushes off, saying "11:25 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Ken: hi eric
Bone-E-Boi: Leeches, Ken? Theodoric of York? Anyway, it's cruel to make fun of the net.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:25 PM and late as usual, it's erictravis, just back from Billville."
Phil Austin: muck: any snow on the Evil Volcano?
klokwkdog: wow, someone else is practising touch and go landings!
Ken: bone: one of my favorite steve martin skits on snl :)
Bone-E-Boi: BoomDotBust is cool, though, because it's propethetic.
mrmuckle: snow level rose again to 12000
erictravis: If Phil and the guys don't mind, I've got all the NPR episodes on MP3 and would be hapy to share.
Bone-E-Boi: The cool and the cruel.
Phil Austin: hey erictravis. We're going to be releasing most of those on an Artemis Cd next year, so kind of keep it to the inner circle, if you don't mind
Ken: great news, phil
erictravis: Absolutely Phil. 'Nuf said...
mrmuckle: big Apple Cup game this weekend in Pullman, freezing temps there
Phil Austin: My real dream is to get fst to make an entire, real album over the web
Phil Austin: go Cougs
Merlyn LeRoy: what's the holdup, phil?
klokwkdog: a virtual album over a virtual connection?
john imaloo: I must be saying good night mrs calabash
Ken: real album with 12" of black vinyl?
Ken: 'nite, john
Bone-E-Boi: A flash thing?
klokwkdog: no, the Last Reel album!
john imaloo: thanks again mr austin for bringing the humour back home
Phil Austin: king merlyn: the usual odd mix of politics and .... health, might be the best way to put it
Bone-E-Boi: A live performance?
Ken: more dick jokes? (please?)
Phil Austin: john imaloo: nighty night
Merlyn LeRoy: only tricky dick jokes, please
erictravis: What doest thougu mean, real album over the web?
klokwkdog: produce or make available?
Phil Austin: erict: by real album, I mean something of at least the quality of "immortality"
Merlyn LeRoy: I'd think health reasons would push in favor of a web-based writing effort; less exertion
Phil Austin: klok: produce
Bone-E-Boi: DocTechnical and Merlyn LeRoy are the bozos to ask about the feasibility of doing a web thing. But you know that.
Phil Austin: merl: yeah, indeed
klokwkdog: ah, so everyone does not have to be In One Place when they aren't
Merlyn LeRoy: 'zactly, KWD
Ken: i'm not anywhere at all, so that works for me
Phil Austin: boney: the two of them have already thouroughly researched the project
Bone-E-Boi: Merlyn did a fine flash animation for FST.com
Phil Austin: The new shape of fst will start to be reflected in the npr pieces.
Merlyn LeRoy: phil, I'll be making a new XM DVD with the Nick Danger bit from show #11 added, plus the haunted space station
Ken: new shape of fst? you're not square any more?
Bone-E-Boi: DocTec's Radio Now website is my fave in all of cyberspace.
klokwkdog: The thing that concerns me is the problem of getting real-time video/audio communication at anything like VCR quality
erictravis: So lease a T1 line.
Phil Austin: ken; oblonged
Ken: much obliged ;)
Phil Austin: klok: indeed
Phil Austin: erict:
Phil Austin: eric t : indeed
Dexter Fong: Back at last DF's
Dexter Fong: i Phil
Dexter Fong: Hi
Merlyn LeRoy: ken: I think I've fixed the DST GMT bug, but I'll have to wait six months to be sure
klokwkdog: I assume that a very high-quality feed would go in the background in non-real-time, but synchronizing with 4 or 5 in different places using grainy video and fuzzy sound, can it be done better than that?
Ken: parking success
Ken: lol, brian!
Phil Austin: A rhombohedron of Delight, as Bruce Litz once said (spelling imaginary)
Merlyn LeRoy: no, just writing, KWD, bits would be recorded offline
klokwkdog: Merlyn - I will email you my hack into Greenwich. We can just reset their clock for a few minutes and test. Now it's morn-ing!
Ken: i have a rhododendron in my yard, it's purty
Merlyn LeRoy: "web based" in terms of writing, not performed like
Dexter Fong: So is my Cousin..hyuk
erictravis: A gaggle of grandfaloons.
Phil Austin: ken: do you park because you're in manhattan?
mrmuckle: a rhumba heathen???
klokwkdog: oh, so it would be kind of like Cat's Red Shift
Merlyn LeRoy: kwd, we'll sync their clock to catherwood's
Ken: phil: i was referring to dexter, he's in manhattan. i'm in michigan
Dexter Fong: Good Morning Mrs. Cleaver, that's a grand fallon you're wearing
Ken: i have one vehicle and 2 driveways
mrmuckle: and I'm in sane!
Merlyn LeRoy: I have 3 cars and a 2 car garage
Phil Austin: parking no problem in michigan. there are whole factories devoted to nothing but
klokwkdog: and I have an entire garage
mrmuckle: XLNT. Phil
Dexter Fong: The Parking Factory..where the asphalt meets the ground
klokwkdog: I thought those factories were deconstructing parking...
erictravis: That's Ms. Borden to you, dex.
Ken: if my driveway is full, i just park in the cornfield 1/2 mile away and walk home
Bone-E-Boi: I'm thinking about taking a Flash MX extension course at UC Riverside.
Phil Austin: and merlyn: I'm seriously thinkin g of the performances web-base d as well
klokwkdog: Is that what finally replaced The Knitting Factory, Dex? I was wondering what was going on there.
klokwkdog: the ravens ate the cornfield here this summer, Ken
Dexter Fong: Klok: The knitting factory used to be on purl street, then it was dropped down to pearl street
Ken: i'm a franchisee of "dehydrated parking". sprinkle some on the ground, piss on it, and you have an empty spot
Merlyn LeRoy: and the weaving factory loomed ahead...
Ken: klok: here, not enough rain to get lots of corn. some farmers only got 10% of normal
Phil Austin: in fact, dvd is more the proper form for web art
klokwkdog: something about moving from Latin to a Germanic section, Dex?
Dexter Fong: Public Parking Ken?
Ken: pubic parking
Dexter Fong: Not responsible
klokwkdog: yeah, on a DVD, you finally have a little room to breathe!
Ken: should i eat the peanut butter cup or the carrot cake or both?
Bone-E-Boi: I have the most fantastic dreams after seeding the lawn.
Dexter Fong: 1/2 of each
klokwkdog: check your inverted food pyramid first, Ken
Merlyn LeRoy: phil, are you guys going to try to do some NPR bits "remotely" as a test?
mrmuckle: both! whats wrong with you?
Dexter Fong: Boney: You become a gay blade
Ken: thanks, i'll do both :)
klokwkdog: BEB - you put the seeds directly on the lawn; don't run them through yourself first
Phil Austin: that's my plan. It'll take months, though. things move slowly
erictravis: Wasn't the Rev. Bill of recent XM done remote?
Bone-E-Boi: Lawnmower Man a gay blade?
Merlyn LeRoy: OK; is the NPR gig pretty permanent, then?
Dexter Fong: Onan's Turf....we guarantee the parentage
klokwkdog: This will have a serious effect on studios!
Phil Austin: eric t: yes.
klokwkdog: (and add yet another small room to the house)
Dexter Fong: Studio 54 already closed
Merlyn LeRoy: but it's harder to do intercut dialog that way...
klokwkdog: Is Power Station still up?
erictravis: MIDI had a serious effect on studios. Technology changes form.
Phil Austin: npr will be secure for a year. i don't know the actual number of broadcasts yeet could be nine or twelve
Ken: ah, the joys of individually wrapped carrot cakes with imitation cream cheese frosting (artificial AND natural flavors!)
Merlyn LeRoy: here's someone complaining of NPR's liberal bent, and he can't imagine the conservative equivalent of Firesign: http://www.spinline.net/mt2/mt-comments.cgi?entry_id=147
klokwkdog: booking through New London, there is this giant Sonalysts Studios, with the commercial side modeled on NYC's Power Station
doctec: back... what a tasty meal
doctec: lili says :hi:
Dexter Fong: lo Lili
||||||||| mrmuckle rushes off, saying "11:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bone-E-Boi: Don Brouhaha sez run the seeds through yourself first.
doctec: phil, just curious: are you involved in any way with the upcoming chevy chase roast?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mrmuckle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
klokwkdog: The submarine side is modeled on...??? (it's a secret)
Bone-E-Boi: Then aim for the windshield.
Phil Austin: doc: I think the roast is long passed, although maybe it was videoed. And no, I have nothing to do with it.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey muckle, just press return, no button pushing needed (unless you have multiline on)
erictravis: Touch and Go. Running with the devil muckle?
doctec: ah. thanks. i figured it had already happened, they're promo-ing it mercilessly on comedy central
Bone-E-Boi: Brewster McCloud. Directed by hemp advocate Robert Altman.
klokwkdog: Merlyn: FST has no such anti-particle. It's just like all the anti-matter that's supposed to be out there, but isn't.
Phil Austin: Muckle Devil. The natives fear him.
Phil Austin: much the way people seem to fear chev. the reports of the roast I've heard are horrific on all levels
klokwkdog: Hmm, speaking of that, I must slip out of camp now.
erictravis: Native coding always fear muckle.
Bone-E-Boi: A crow defecates on Dorothy's magic slippers. Blasphemy!
Ken: spreaking of natives, i'm guessing the "indian" rewrite went well
klokwkdog: that's a raven, BEB
Phil Austin: ken: I changed a few or three things that had been bothering me
Merlyn LeRoy: and why'd they roast Chevy twice? He wasn't done the first time?
doctec: auntie matter?
erictravis: Best thing about McCloud was the car chases.
klokwkdog: LOL, DT
Bone-E-Boi: W.C. Fields was first casting choice for the Wizard of Oz. O for what might have been.
Ken: tom ridge and norah jones on leno, fyi
klokwkdog: oh, I liked Terri Garr, myself, eric
klokwkdog: never much got into '70s cars
erictravis: Should be quite a duet.
Phil Austin: merlyn: not insane, not responsible. He sounds entirely rational. We talked to him and Jaynie at his birthday and they all sound sane. Lord knows/
Dexter Fong: Klok: You always walked?
erictravis: Vrooom, vrooom.
Dexter Fong: Sunday sunday
klokwkdog: no, I had a Gremlin, but I didn't hang on the TV watching cars; chicks, another matter, and it was Prime Time ;-)
Bone-E-Boi: Vanishing Point. The best car chase movie ever. The 1970 Dodge Challenger.
klokwkdog: if you catch my meaning...
doctec: anybody remember "media burn"?
erictravis: A V-8 in a Gremlin. Not insane at all ;)
klokwkdog: To me, the epitome of a Pointless movie, BEB
Phil Austin: Christine
Dexter Fong: Boney: ever see that one with the mini coopers in rome..?
doctec: art happening where they drove a caddy through a tower of burning tv sets?
klokwkdog: mine was 4.2L V-6. An old tractor engine.
doctec: they taped it like it was a moon launch
erictravis: Vanish Point was good if you don't mind putting countless people's lives in the way of Nick.
Bone-E-Boi: Actually, the Cuda might have been a better choice. But the Challenger was chosen. Good enough.
klokwkdog: had 65/45 weight distribution (with full 20g tank), but weighed about 2700 lb.
Merlyn LeRoy: they hate guys who carry golf clubs?
erictravis: Todd Whitman?
Bone-E-Boi: Yeah, the plotline sagged at times.
Ken: klok: your car was 110%?
doctec: good one eric!
||||||||| It's 11:50 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...
klokwkdog: I had a 3-speed B-W trans and that sucker would smoke most cars. Ok, 65/35% Sheesh
Dexter Fong: Jeeze, john's dead again
klokwkdog: but i think the seat permanently deformed my back.
doctec: they die, yet they keep coming back - how buddhist
Dexter Fong: Klok: You were a gear head? =)
Ken: ah, the hatchback of notre dame
klokwkdog: not at all, basic transport and $2300 new, went 168K miles
Dexter Fong: The hatchlings of Notre Dame...Duck!
erictravis: Ms. Whitman will make sure they go away...and never come back.
Ken: i like mrs. whitman's chocolate samplers
klokwkdog: anyhoo, y'all take care; I'm outta here. Do nothing to alarm the natives, but re-join your regiment immediately! The signal has been given.
Dexter Fong: "You never know what yer gonna git"
Ken: niters, klok
Dexter Fong: Night Klok
erictravis: Chocolate curtains are Herseys best.
Phil Austin: nite all, got to go. fun talking.
klokwkdog: arrive and derchi, nite
Dexter Fong: Night Phil
||||||||| At 11:52 PM, Phil Austin vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
erictravis: nite phil
Ken: g'nite, phil, say "hi" to oona ;)
Dexter Fong: Phil A always gets the Nino exit line
Bone-E-Boi: It's the end. Or is it only... No, it's the end.
mrmuckle: nite, phil
klokwkdog: is that in the Script, Dex?
doctec: is it coincidence, or... ?
Dexter Fong: Klok: No it's ad libbed I think
Dexter Fong: at least that's what it says here
Dexter Fong: adn I'm only reading it
erictravis: Adding libbed borden to the cast.
doctec: doc is fading fast, it was a tough week this week. y'all take care & lili says hi to the gang
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzz...............
mrmuckle: hey, my lines are smudged!
Merlyn LeRoy: bye doc, update your webring code!!
doctec conks out
Ken: bye, doc & lili
||||||||| "Hey doctec!" ... doctec turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night Doc and Lili
Ken: muckle: don't lick your thumb before placing it on the script
erictravis: Next Firetime, same Firestation...
||||||||| erictravis rushes off, saying "11:55 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bone-E-Boi: How much things have changed since the Radio Now website was launched.
Dexter Fong: stray stoned...er stuned...
Dexter Fong: Stunad'
Ken: most pot i've smoked did the "stone and stun" at the same time
Bone-E-Boi: Are we going into a decline or am I burned out? Both? Neither?
Merlyn LeRoy: ok, who here doesn't understand Cheech Marin's acting career?
Dexter Fong: The answer is cloudy
Bone-E-Boi: I understood it but I forgot it.
mrmuckle: no, that's smoke
Ken: bone: it IS getting late, and i'm fading too. see you all next week (maybe--it's holiday)
Dexter Fong: Merl: Plucky chicano works his way out of east el lay
||||||||| Ken departs at 11:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn LeRoy: bye ken
Dexter Fong: Night Ken
mrmuckle: nite, K
Merlyn LeRoy: me too, I guess...
mrmuckle: me, 3, also even.
Merlyn LeRoy: byeee
||||||||| "11:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn LeRoy, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Bone-E-Boi: Ken, actually that was a meta question. It didn't pertain to just now. But it is getting late back East.
Dexter Fong: Night Brian
mrmuckle: nitie nite, all
||||||||| "11:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims mrmuckle, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Dexter Fong: Boney: It's getting late everywhere...just happens here first
Bone-E-Boi: I'm still worrying about Poindexter.
Dexter Fong: Night MM
Bone-E-Boi: I should learn to stop worrying and love the b....
Dexter Fong: Boney: Don't waste you time on him...he never worries about you
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: yaws backwards is "sway"
||||||||| 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..
Bone-E-Boi: Battalians of psyops could not phase Fireheads.
Dexter Fong: Out Motto
Dexter Fong: ight Boney
Dexter Fong: our
Dexter Fong: eep issing irst etter
Dexter Fong has a light touch on the eyboard
Dexter Fong has a light touch on that little chromium 'itch...urns of 'ower...night all
||||||||| Catherwood enters with richo close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:06 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
richo: get thee behind me
richo: i'm high alright
richo: but not on false drugs
||||||||| richo rushes off, saying "12:10 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with randolph mantooth close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:13 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
randolph mantooth: anyone here?
randolph mantooth: Oh, the weather outside is frightening, I'll probably be hit by lightning ...
randolph mantooth: let it go, let it go, let it go
||||||||| "12:15 AM? I'm late!" exclaims randolph mantooth, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| 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."