A Firesign Chat
11/28/2002




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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 28, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwkdog into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:25 AM, then departs.
klokwkdog: hi all, kwd is gonna be offplanet tonite. Will get on maybe; if not, ENJOY! Happy holiday to all US participants...
||||||||| It's 11:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 28, 2002 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:14 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn LeRoy', just granted probation at 9:15 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dave: well catherwood, it's about twenty minutes off but, alas, I am here, pass the indian please
Merlyn LeRoy: The web site was down a minute ago
Dave: yeah, I noticed
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:17 PM, dragging erictravis by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Merlyn LeRoy: did you listen to pass the indian please on the web site? NPR wouldn't play it
erictravis: We're all bozos on the back of the bus.
Dave: I mighte be slower than usual tonight, I'm multitasking, and there is only one screen reader to read me information
erictravis: A state of confusion, the Theatre.
Merlyn LeRoy: still yanking the chain of command
Dave: what do you mean NPR wouldn't play it, I haven't listened to it though
erictravis: Lisner Auditorium, Not Insane!
Merlyn LeRoy: austin says an ATC exec said it was "incomprehensible"
Dave: that's because he's an idiot
erictravis: Comprehend Python's "Henry Kissinger".
Dave: bet ya it was funny as hell
erictravis: Heaven & Hell - Vangelis
Merlyn LeRoy: it's up on the web site if you want to listen to it: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/npr
Dave: I'e got the lyrics to that song eric, god that is a messed up song
erictravis: Ooooh how can you be...
erictravis: Oh, my White Brother
Dave: hey, corn, now we can make tortilla
erictravis: We stills have the manassas
Dave: I JUST INVENTED TACO
Dave: god I want that album, don't have it yet
erictravis: boom dot bust
Dave: don't have that one either
Dave: small crowd, eh?
erictravis: it's catching, you'll have it soon
erictravis: mark twain!
Dave: "doctor give 'im something for his cough"
erictravis: life on the mississippi
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
erictravis: marx bros rock
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Friends
Dave: hey Dex
Merlyn LeRoy: ersatz bros coffee
Dave: more coffins warden?
erictravis: is this your hat and goat?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:29 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Hey Ekayne
Dexter Fong: Elayne
Dave: yeah, have you seen a sheep, I'm missing it
Elayne: Nothin' but Indians! Evenin' all!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers deselby into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:29 PM, then departs.
erictravis: the lion and the lamb side by side - haven't been to the seringeti, have you
Elayne: A shadow moves upon the land. I think it's centered in Texas.
||||||||| Uncle Ernie enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Uncle Ernie: G'day Y'all
Dexter Fong: Unca Ernie
erictravis: i am not confused by don henley's rhodes island
Merlyn LeRoy waves to all
Dave: evenin' yall who've just entered
Dexter Fong: E: Somehow I can't Picture Bush singing "Back to the shadows again"
Uncle Ernie: So whats not to like about Pass the Indian please?
erictravis: i still like stills, even when he gets stupid - love the one you're with
Dave: true
Merlyn LeRoy: it's incomprehensible, I tells ya!
erictravis: Oh my White Brother
Uncle Ernie: I could see him peeong in a stream Dex!
Merlyn LeRoy: when he's had a few
Dexter Fong: UE: I'll take a pass on that
Uncle Ernie: Eric got any peyote?
erictravis: that's important... he's a belt
deselby: Highschool history text books make great turkey stuffing.
Dexter Fong: Wouldn't mind seeing him piss on some exposed high tension wires though
erictravis: of Sothern Comfort
erictravis: U2
Merlyn LeRoy: southern cold comfort
Dave: desel, be glad your history tbook isn't 27 volumes, and is made up of little dots
Elayne: We were told not to drink any of that. It would make us silly and stupid.
Uncle Ernie: Watch it Dex little Johnny Ashcrofts recording this conversation!
erictravis: Tequila Sunrise
Dexter Fong: UE: I'm to old to give a fuck
Merlyn LeRoy: ok, what's the ingredients for a Hanging Chad?
erictravis: ust an excitible bot
Uncle Ernie: Me too Dex!
deselby: You take three shots of Southern Comfort, one and a half cups of Early American Colonization, one onion...
Merlyn LeRoy: then you recount the three shots until it's four
erictravis: Plymoth rocks, witness the Superbird hemi
Dexter Fong afk to get something to drink
Dave: sorry, I'm slightly lost, but, that's always true
deselby: Three to four, and a half cup of single bullet celery
erictravis: NPR has no balls
Elayne: That's what they paid the soldiers, right?
deselby: Yeah, that sounds great, pass the roasted NPR balls...
Uncle Ernie: I've got this set of Confederate mini - balls they snap right on under the ...
deselby: ...Dinner table...
Dave: what is so incomprehensible about this Pass the Indian thing anyway
Uncle Ernie: No deselby but your close ...
Dexter Fong is back
Merlyn LeRoy: it always made sense to me
Merlyn LeRoy: dex, you can select "I'm away" from the pulldown menu to show you're gone
Dexter Fong: Thanks Merl
Uncle Ernie: The Nazi Pubic Reaction is hooked on corporate monies so nobody gonna have to be a slave all de time no more ... we gonna take turns and guess whos turn it is Mr & Mrs. Smith!
Dexter Fong: Who thinks "Indian" is incomprehensible?
Uncle Ernie: NPR is incomprehensible!
Elayne: It's perfectly understood in Bombay.
Dave: that's the thing, you get some Exec or someone like that guy who took it off and they don't have a fucking sense of humor, they're like, "I don't understand this odd recording of this, Firesign Theatre, I think we won't play it" WITHOUT THINKING OF US PEOPLE WHO MIGHT WANT TO HEAR IT, DAMN THEM
erictravis: Carry On (my wayward son)
Dave: not that that was blunt or anything
Uncle Ernie: That was from what Not Insane?
Dexter Fong: Did NPR do something lately that has annoyed listeners?
Merlyn LeRoy: no Firesign today dex, some ATC exec couldn't understand it
erictravis: Me likee stills (heaven is a place on earth)
erictravis: Middle Kingdom
deselby: But is comprehension unIndian?
Merlyn LeRoy: It's up at http://www.firesigntheatre.com/npr
Dexter Fong: Merl: ..and so it goes....
erictravis: We're at war! Probably not Roosevelt.
deselby: Is this a Indians vs. Comprehension thing?
erictravis: Or Madison, or Jefferson.
Dexter Fong: Yes de: The Indian way of knowing/not knowing
Dave: it's buhbuhbuhbuhbush
erictravis: Love the one you're with (shogun).
Uncle Ernie: No it's us versus the corporation thing. Liberal humor like liberals must go
erictravis: What you mean, conservative?
Uncle Ernie: Ask Mrs. Shirley Yamamoto of camp #13
deselby: By the way, does anyone know what aired in it's place?
erictravis: Conserve ANWR?
Elayne: Hey, this Mindless Fellowship board, this is all new! When did this go up?
Merlyn LeRoy: there was no firesign bit at all, d
erictravis: Tea, madam?
deselby: No. I mean in place of Firesign?
Dave: let's rename All Things Considered to "some things considered that have supposed uses for them that WE like"
deselby: "All Things Comprehensive"
Merlyn LeRoy: doesn't really apply, since it didn't have a regular time slot
Dave: although that'd be a mouthful, but it'd be funny to hear the reporters try and say it
Dexter Fong: Too long Dave
erictravis: NPR has no balls.
Dexter Fong: "Some things not rejected""
erictravis: All Thing Comprehended, eh wot?
Dexter Fong: All omniscience, all the time
erictravis: They blinded me with science...
Dexter Fong: ...then they took my goat away
erictravis: Eyyyyballl heads
Dave: you'll get used to it Dex, it's not so bad after you've been there
erictravis: W.C. Fields rocks
Dave: oh, never mind
Dave: I'm not thinking, just typing nonsense
Dexter Fong: =) 'sokay dave
Dexter Fong: Dave: does you thingie translate emoticons?
erictravis: Deep Purple People Eater Monster
deselby: Well folks, smoke an Indian for me, I'm stepping out for more Buffalos.
Dave: don't think so, don't know what those are
Dexter Fong: Dave: Smiley faces, frowny faces etcetera
erictravis: Junior Brown - Highway Patrol
Uncle Ernie: I've got some road apple red deselby put this in your pipe and smoke it!
Dexter Fong: Used to indicate emotions
Elayne: Sweeties, what CD has Pass the Indian Please?
Elayne: I want to play it for Robin.
Uncle Ernie: I had a ring once that did that Dex!
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Just Folks ahs it
erictravis: Buy Firesign, better than Citgo
Dexter Fong: er has
Dave: oh, those, nope, the screen reader just says "graphic" so I have to ask people what the graphics are
Uncle Ernie: Not Insane El?
||||||||| "Hey deselby!" ... deselby turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:51 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Elayne: Is there a Just Folks CD?
Elayne: I thought that was only on album.
Dexter Fong: Yes E: recently released by laugh.com
Merlyn LeRoy: don't think it's on CD yet, elayne
Elayne: I thought the original was recorded on a compilation.
erictravis: Cococola Kid - pretty good movie
Elayne: Thanks Dex, I don't have it yet.
Elayne: Okay, what tape is it on? I know they did it on an Hour Hour or a Let's Eat.
Dexter Fong: E: Also an early version on the feb 1970 Stony Brook recording
erictravis: Let's Eat!
Elayne: I'd better check...
Elayne: Yes, February 1970, thanks. I'll go look at my tapes.
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:52 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and doctec plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
doctec: hey gang
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
erictravis: Would you like to gnutella about us?
Uncle Ernie: TheHi Doc?
erictravis: Absolutely not.
doctec: just had a thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat
doctec: so we tied it up instead
Elayne: Ah, there it is. Radio Free Oz 1967. Show #2. I knew I had it somewhere.
Dave: hey Doc, you got a lump on your head, you might want to tell Catherwood to put a thicker pad under that rug
Dexter Fong: Sushi and cranberries?
erictravis: You know shusi?
doctec: ok so everyone must be talking about the fact that npr passed on the indian
Elayne: One of the Live from the Magic Mushroom shows, I think. Can't remember which side, though.
erictravis: NPR has no balls.
Elayne: Hey Tom, which Radio Free Oz show had the original Pass the Indian?
Dexter Fong: shush...everyone knows shuzi
doctec: dear friends show #1 (live at the ash grove) has it - i played it for lili this evening
doctec: as for rfo - not sure which one that was
Elayne: Oh, thanks! I'll get that one too.
erictravis: Masifest Persia.
Dave: how come i don't have any of this stuff? god, I feel so deprived of Firesign material
doctec: ....and with benway's site out of commission (for reasons unknown), can't look it up
Elayne: Tom, did you put the DF shows on CD for me, or just #6?
doctec: just #6
doctec: the one you don't have vinly of
Elayne: Okay, let me find the original Ash Grove tape. Sheesh.
erictravis: Dear Friends...
doctec: dave: it takes time is all... i didn't have a lot of this stuff for a long time, it wasn't until i connected with fireheads on the net that i gradually built up my collection
Dave: wants more firesign material
Dexter Fong: Elayne: I think Merlyn put Indian up on firesign site....check first few minutes of this chat
erictravis: We're raising chinchillas here
Merlyn LeRoy: yep
Dexter Fong: ET: Keep your chins up
Uncle Ernie: Mutant Blue eric?
Merlyn LeRoy: got it from austin
Elayne: Thanks, Dex.
erictravis: Love the one ;) you're with
Dexter Fong: I think E, that Phil rewrote it a bit
Dave: I love the feel of chinchillas, like rabbits
doctec: glad to hear it brian - i was going to ask if i could put up an mp3 of the ash grove version
doctec: sounds like you've already got things covered.
erictravis: Stupid idea, stills
Elayne: Thanks, Dex, you saved me a lot of investigative work!
erictravis: Likeee rabbit sushi?
Merlyn LeRoy: it's the newest version
Elayne: I think they've rewritten Pass the Indian at least a half dozen times over the years.
Dexter Fong: Maybe yes...maybe not
Dave: maybe yes, maybe no
Dexter Fong: Dave: Picture a smiley
erictravis: Supreme Commandant
Uncle Ernie: That NPR reject was pretty close to the original ...
Merlyn LeRoy: squeeze him there, maybe they'll pass another indian
Elayne: Yes, I'm noticing that. A bit jumpy here and there...
Dexter Fong: ET: You seem to have your own little chat going =)
erictravis: Cain - The Transylvannian Railroad
doctec: e.t. phone home
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
erictravis: Hello, I'm Charles Fat
Dave: elllllllliot
doctec: wow, only 12 minutes only
erictravis: Boot to the Head
doctec: only 12 mins off
doctec: off on(ly)
Elayne: I like how they updated the Asian and black "accents." (i.e., that they don't have 'em now)
Uncle Ernie: It's about that time ... Mr. Birdseed go to Press! http://issuesandalibis.org
Dave: I figured the perfect phone greeting although it's kind of stupid, "johnson's corner, dick speaking"
doctec: i'm playing the npr PTIP segment for lili now
Dexter Fong thinks ET has been at the Naked Lunch too long
erictravis: What makes you think Asian?
Uncle Ernie: Latter Y'all!
Dave: I just realized that coorolates to two assholes of presidents
Elayne: Same here, Tom (I'm playing it for Robin)
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm going to play it on the radio saturday
Dave: maybe it's not the best greeting
Dexter Fong: Night UE
erictravis: Egyptian has much better surgery for mind.
erictravis: The present of the US.
erictravis: Buy Firesign - higher octane
doctec: lili din't think it was incompresensible...
doctec: and she's their target audience (she has npr on *all day* - via the internet)
erictravis: Serious people LDS.
erictravis: Comprehend Artice 14.
Dexter Fong: Merl: Is there a squelch function? =))
doctec: yeah, just hit the little 'x' at the top of the window
doctec: shuts it right down :)
Dexter Fong: =) Thanks Doc....boy technology huh?
erictravis: Which article would you like to "Squelch".
Dexter Fong: "an"
doctec: as lili likes to say: "Mah-dren trechAAHlagy, ain't it great?"
doctec: oops - "techNAAHlagy"
doctec: (of course when she's on her third glass of wine, it comes out the first way)
erictravis: We The People couldn't get 30% to vote in the last election.
Dexter Fong: I like to say "this modern type speed comunication"
doctec: the wee people
doctec: the minority of the majority have spoken!
Dexter Fong: ...the rest is silence...
Dave: brb
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| - dead from jaundice
||||||||| erictravis - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| - dead from the common cold
||||||||| - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: hmmmm ironic i'd say
doctec: whoa
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:11 PM, then departs.
doctec: did we just experience the php version of a net split?
erictravis: Pauxitoney - I've got Ivins on MP3 - Go Cal
Dexter Fong hmmm also wierd
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:11 PM, dragging Dave by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
: hey wha happen?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:12 PM, dragging Merlyn LeRoy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Merlyn LeRoy: I have no idea, me
doctec: i don't know, a bunch of people just got kicked off of chat - just like IRC in the old days
doctec: I somehow managed to evade the carnage?
Dexter Fong: Yes
erictravis: Voyage to the bottom of the holy sea
doctec: port 80 split?
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper went nuts
doctec: apache split
Dave: he yall, I'm gonna go eat some pumpkin pie, be back on later
||||||||| Dave rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
doctec: (y'know, phil would get a kick out of knowing firesigntheatre.com is running on an apache server)
erictravis: You'll like American defense
Dexter Fong: Night dave
doctec: nite dave
Dexter Fong: Doc: You said you "tied your TG dinner down"? Kangaroo?
doctec: yeah, you could say that...
Dexter Fong: see above ^^^^^
doctec: ok. lili and i are gonna head out & shoot pool - she worked hard today, she deserves a break
Elayne: Bye Tom!
Dexter Fong: She gets first break eh?
doctec: klok said he prob'ly would not be in aposition to check in tonight
Dexter Fong: L
doctec: Dex: yep - in fact tonight she may get a lot more than that! :)
doctec: you all have a great reat-of-turkey day
Dexter Fong: TMI Doc
doctec: er, rest-of-turkey...
Dexter Fong: =) we know doc
doctec: have a parasymthathetic holiday!
doctec: parasympathetic
doctec: sheesh
doctec: nite all!!!!!
Dexter Fong: hmmm How does that make me feel?
Merlyn LeRoy: nite doc
Dexter Fong: Night D & L
erictravis: scarrrry... not on NPR
erictravis: you must be the indiots
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
erictravis: happy thanksgiving
||||||||| erictravis runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's erictravis?! It's 10:20 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
: the reaper is on the loose
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy waltzes in at 10:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: all in all, a rather ...different ...night
Merlyn LeRoy: I don't know what the deal is, I haven't changed the reaper code for a while.
Dexter Fong: NPR jammin' us no doubt
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll have it not delete the temp files, so if it happens again, I'll have some data to look at
Dexter Fong: well, everything's operated fine for some time now so.. =)
Merlyn LeRoy: but only us two are talking...
Dexter Fong: still infinitely better than the vaguearies of IRC
Merlyn LeRoy: also, the reaper runs every ten minutes, but we didn't see this happen until well into the chat.
Dexter Fong: maybe if we talk real fast and disguise our voices we can recreate the problem
Merlyn LeRoy: the time is 10:27 PM
Dexter Fong: 10:13
Merlyn LeRoy: so we have three minutes
Merlyn LeRoy: according to catherwood's fast watch
Dexter Fong: When you clock the progress of humanity with cathewrwood's fast watch, it's a new record every time
Merlyn LeRoy: but the time is off a bit....10:29 PM
Dexter Fong: 10:15
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from the yaws
||||||||| doctec - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Elayne - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Jeeze he got Elayne twice
Merlyn LeRoy: was it me?
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, that's weird. And another blank name
Dexter Fong: Huh?
Dexter Fong: Ah yes I see
Dexter Fong: Maybe the "Yaws" was a warning shot
Merlyn LeRoy: looking over data...
Dexter Fong: Assumed so =)
Dexter Fong: I'm still here Mr. Catherwood, Sir.
Merlyn LeRoy: I don't know yet what's going on...
Dexter Fong: We're you here when the first glitch I observed happened,,,ET got reaped (I think it was him) even though he was talking fairly frequently
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, and the log has it
Merlyn LeRoy: I don't know what's causing the blank names, either
||||||||| Catherwood ushers BenardFlapdoodle into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:38 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Mr. President
Dexter Fong: ...of the Funny Names Club of America....
BenardFlapdoodle: Didn't I pass That Indian on the trail of tears??
Dexter Fong: The one that's all muddy?
BenardFlapdoodle: Hey, DF!!
Dexter Fong: Trail that is
Dexter Fong: Would I know you under another nick or name as the case may be
BenardFlapdoodle: Are u the one from NY??
Dexter Fong: NYC yes
BenardFlapdoodle: Nye a C goes by that you don't find a Dexter
Dexter Fong: Lost me on that one Barney
Dexter Fong: or maybe not
Dexter Fong: Are you here for the big anti NPR demonstration?
BenardFlapdoodle: Saw the posting on the News Group and stopped in...
Dexter Fong: Welcome abroad
BenardFlapdoodle: They're sponsored by too much big biz,...becoming candy-assed
BenardFlapdoodle: NPR that is
Dexter Fong: This then would be your first time...or perhaps first time in the "new" chatroom?
BenardFlapdoodle: Yes on the new chatroom.... seems spacious.
Dexter Fong: heh =))
Dexter Fong: Sparsely populated tonight...Doc Tec was here, as was Elayne if you know them
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:47 PM, dragging Da Big Apple Corps by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
BenardFlapdoodle: The wall-to wall carpeting is so DEEP
Dexter Fong: Hey Da
BenardFlapdoodle: Has that Apple been de-wormed??
Merlyn LeRoy: hmm, there were too many reapers running...
Da Big Apple Corps: Yo. Whassup?
Dexter Fong: Merl: Hot TV show idea ...Reaper Wars
Da Big Apple Corps: Neede the worms for fishin' or fission. Depends on whoe side you're on.
BenardFlapdoodle: Wanna hear me REAP, man??
Dexter Fong: Im on the side of write, of course
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe it was the web site being down earlier, and a reaper kept running
BenardFlapdoodle: Give that reaper a wedgie
Dexter Fong: Merl: You cannot control them you know...they reap anywhere they want to
Da Big Apple Corps: Sounds like a bunch of sew and sews!
Dexter Fong: Seems stressful
Dexter Fong goes afk for refill
BenardFlapdoodle: And the terrible news drought continues......
Merlyn LeRoy: he said dryly
Merlyn LeRoy: anywho, I hope the reaper problem is fixed
Merlyn LeRoy: we'll know in about 4 minutes (sort of)...10:56 PM
Dexter Fong back re: Filled
BenardFlapdoodle: Just waiting for the sickle.....come on reaper just once!
Merlyn LeRoy: catherwood thinks it's 10:58 PM
BenardFlapdoodle: How Time Flies for Catherwood
Merlyn LeRoy: you don't want the reaper to be ahead of schedule
Merlyn LeRoy: 11:00 PM
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Da Big Apple Corps - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn LeRoy: possibly a legitimate hit... apple, you there?
Dexter Fong: See: if you don't talk for a few (unspecified) minutes, you get kicked...Just Merlyn's playful attempt to get everyone to participate =)
Merlyn LeRoy: no, you don't have to talk, you just have to refresh the text page at least once in 5 minutes
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
BenardFlapdoodle: Just Apple Sauce in the Chatroom
Dexter Fong: Good to know the ground rules
Merlyn LeRoy: that's how it decides you're gone. I think having more than one reaper program running (somehow) got it confused
Merlyn LeRoy: The refresh is automatic, so the only way it should happen is if you're really not in the chat any more
Dexter Fong: Merl: Perhaps one was trying to reap the other?
||||||||| dave2 waltzes in at 11:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn LeRoy: I think they stepped on each other's file generation. The "obits" list kept getting bigger
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave, too
Dexter Fong: Dave one isn't here man
Merlyn LeRoy: I think I know your brother, davealso
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs dave2 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn LeRoy: what a rush! what a bummer
Dexter Fong: that wasn't any five minutes.....
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:04 PM and late as usual, it's Dave, just back from Billville."
BenardFlapdoodle: Where's Dave?
Merlyn LeRoy: he left of his own accordion
Merlyn LeRoy: "dave's not here, man"
Dexter Fong: Artificial intelligence friends, it's not just for politicians
: I grow my own.
Dexter Fong: It's the one...Dave
Merlyn LeRoy: uh oh
||||||||| Catherwood leads Da Big Apple Corps inside, makes a note of the time (11:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dave: hey yeall
Da Big Apple Corps: Where did I go?
Dexter Fong: You got reaped for not participating
Merlyn LeRoy: no, it was a reaper bug
BenardFlapdoodle: On an Aztec vacation?
Dave: SMACK
Dexter Fong: ..and here we see the enraged Reaper Bug seizing it's mate and severing its abdomen
Merlyn LeRoy: and eating a big apple core
Dexter Fong: Yes direct from the Macy's parade its the Big Apple drum, Fife and accordion Corps
Dave: but here we see the mating ritual of the snake (says a British anouncer voice from somewhere in the TV)
Da Big Apple Corps: It's a seedy thing you do.
Dexter Fong: TV = TransVeldt?
Dave: the first transsavana TV broadcast, complete with grass satalite, more than just grassland grass though
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Da Big Apple Corps - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: Smokin'...
Dexter Fong sings "Hannah , the vamp of thransavana..."
BenardFlapdoodle: Go to commmericial.....
Dave: brought to you via the Pigme network, which is shortwave and changes channels quite frequently according to the herds
||||||||| Da Big Apple Corps enters at 11:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: er transavana
Merlyn LeRoy: uh oh
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper keeps killing you off
Dexter Fong: Mer: Who/what is making the unattributed comments?
Da Big Apple Corps: I am currently resurrected.
Merlyn LeRoy: the recent ones were Da Big Apple Corps
Merlyn LeRoy: it also happened to me earlier
Dexter Fong: How he do that?
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper is buggy
Da Big Apple Corps: Just flipped a chromium switch...
Merlyn LeRoy: that's how he makes his voice do that
Dexter Fong: Ah..got reaped just as he transmitted or something?
BenardFlapdoodle: How does he make his text do that ??
Dave: hey Apple Core, you can't be reserected, it's not sunday
Dexter Fong: Dave: Everyday is resurection day
Dave: but flow with the current of current sea which has not but 3 or 4 or 6 currencies
Da Big Apple Corps: Viagra Falls, you're right. I meant re-erected.
Merlyn LeRoy: no, the reaper removed his name, but when he typed something, he gets bounced to the login screen
Dexter Fong: ..slowly I turned...over..and went back to sleep
Dave: VIIIIIIIIAGRA FALLS
Da Big Apple Corps: Slowly I yearned...
Dexter Fong: As rises Viagra Falls so Victoria get engorged
Dave: INCH BY INCH
Dexter Fong: gets
Dexter Fong thinks to bad kens not here..right up his bailiwick
Merlyn LeRoy: still haven't figured out the problem, but I've put in a lockfile so two won't run at the same time
BenardFlapdoodle: Maybe Ken is with Barbie ...?
Dexter Fong: BF: He'd like to be I'm sure
Merlyn LeRoy: It's possible when the web site went down & came up, it tried to "catch up" by running cron jobs and ended up with multiple reapers
Dexter Fong: The web site tried to run a con job?
Da Big Apple Corps: Is a cron job anything like a sleeve job?
Merlyn LeRoy: the old korn shell game
Dexter Fong: ummmmm...A sleeve job.....
Da Big Apple Corps: It was a quickie...wore a short sleeve shirt.
Dexter Fong: Refresh
Dave: there's a chick gonna come in here now
Dexter Fong: ...Put it on the cuff did he, Da?
Dave: this oughta be interesting, lol
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Da Big Apple Corps - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Dave: We've seen/heard 'em before
Merlyn LeRoy: argh...
Dave: THE BIG APPLE'S DISAPPEARED
Dexter Fong: The Reaper hates Da...cause his names too long maybe =)
Merlyn LeRoy: it's al quaida
: I don't have a gost of a chance in this chat!
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 11:21 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Da Big Apple Corps plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dave: OH, BUT ALL MY STALKS WERE THERE
Dexter Fong: Ahhhhh! A ghost!!!!!!
Da Big Apple Corps: I see alive people
Dave: THE BIG APPLE HAS RISEN FROM THE DEPTHS OF THE FRUIT BEEN
Dexter Fong: And they're all watching TV
Dave: oops, BIN
Dave: the bin has been and now it was be
Dexter Fong: Dave: You're shouting
Dave: NO I'm NOT
BenardFlapdoodle: Not Insane!
BenardFlapdoodle: Much
Dexter Fong: OK Dave:
Merlyn LeRoy: hey big apple, your IP address keeps changing; are you on AOL?
||||||||| At 11:25 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Da Big Apple Corps: Affirmative. Is that why I keep getting bumped?
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 11:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn LeRoy: that might be, but there have been a lot of reaper bugs tonight
Da Big Apple Corps: Nice knocker.
Merlyn LeRoy: I had put in a change to allow the last digit to be anything, but your IP address changes in the last 2 numbers
Dexter Fong: Thanks Da: I've got another one just as big
Merlyn LeRoy: e.g. 205.188.208.167 and 205.188.209.73
Da Big Apple Corps: I also use McAfee software.
Dexter Fong: It's a Rotary Modem
Dave: "number please"
Dexter Fong: Number Nine
Da Big Apple Corps: Ah, so it is circuitous reasoning.
BenardFlapdoodle: McAfee is real buggy... causes crashes, etc..
Da Big Apple Corps: As I am learning.
Merlyn LeRoy: that shouldn't affect this end, but it could be confused by your using different IP addresses
Dexter Fong: Can't get a virus if you system has crashed
Merlyn LeRoy: the reaper is about to run in 30 seconds again...
Dexter Fong: Let's all count down together....24
Dexter Fong: 23
Dexter Fong: 22
Dexter Fong: 21
Dexter Fong: 12
Merlyn LeRoy: all done
Dexter Fong: Number nine
BenardFlapdoodle: Eldorado
Dave: what comes next, go the hall of scince (pop, "ow")
Dexter Fong: Ok where is this reaper guy Merl. I'm beginning to think that there is no reaper, just you
Dexter Fong: ||||||||||The Reaper - dead of a bug
BenardFlapdoodle: sighance will tell
Merlyn LeRoy: well, I'll debug the reaper later, bye all
Dexter Fong wonders who's behind is the Reaper
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn
Merlyn LeRoy: if you die, you die. just log in again
BenardFlapdoodle: Take Care Merlyn
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy rushes off, saying "11:33 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dave: yeah, think I'll get oof, I'll be on as usual when I'm bored, bye yall, happy thanksgibing
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
Da Big Apple Corps: Happy Holidays.
BenardFlapdoodle: Have a great one, Dave
||||||||| "Hey Dave!" ... Dave turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:35 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: How embarrassing
Da Big Apple Corps: Well, I just finished listening to the FST Thanksgiving piece for NPR. Boy did they miss the boat!
Dexter Fong: So did a lot of listneners Da
Dexter Fong: Welp...time to wander off up that muddy trail of tears...night you guys
Da Big Apple Corps: It is a shame but then again, I still haven't gotten over the erections er elections earlier this month.
BenardFlapdoodle: Got to be goin' out the digital door, nite All!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:38 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs BenardFlapdoodle by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dexter Fong by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:39 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Da Big Apple Corps: Well Dexter, it's just you and me...and I'm f a d i n g
Dave: back cause I can be
Da Big Apple Corps: Hey Dave, welcome back.
Da Big Apple Corps: How are things going?
Dave: ok, is it just you and me?
Da Big Apple Corps: At the moment. I am doing a few searches and lurking.
Dave: sounds fun, I'm still pissed at the whole NPR thing though
Da Big Apple Corps: I can't believe it. Things have been going downhill since the debacle called elections earlier in the month.
Da Big Apple Corps: I just listened to the piece and thought it was brilliant.
Dave: I'm behind on my listenings, haven't listened to the Halloween piece yet, probably'll do that tomorrow
Da Big Apple Corps: I plan to visit the FST website tomorrow. I haven't been there in a few weeks.
Dave: neither have I
Da Big Apple Corps: I have had so little time to play lately but I hope to take time off soon. I hope I didn't jinx myself by saying that!
Dave: think I'll get off now, I'm really tired
Dave: bye
Da Big Apple Corps: Enjoy the rest of the wekend and regards to all
Da Big Apple Corps: I just got bumped off again.
Da Big Apple Corps: I hope you get this. Have a great night and I hope to bump into you again soon.
||||||||| At 11:54 PM, Da Big Apple Corps vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from the yaws
||||||||| 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:

BenardFlapdoodle
Da Big Apple Corps
Dave
deselby
Dexter Fong
doctec
Elayne
erictravis
klokwkdog
Merlyn LeRoy
Uncle Ernie
URL References:
http://issuesandalibis.org
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/npr



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