A Firesign Chat
01/16/2003




Archive

||||||||| 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 January 16, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 16, 2003 - 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 strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Ken', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Ken: /time
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:08 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Billville."
cease: kend?
Ken: hey cat
Ken: howzit goin?
cease: wait a minute. a un arms inspector is at the door
Ken: they are as bad as the jehovah's witnesses. i had a un leg inspector here today
Ken: they found that i had two, not over quota, none hidden in the basement, so dubya won't be bombing me
cease: did you read monday's log? pa shoed up
cease: if this is not just to be a thursday thing, where will it end>?
Ken: no, i read only those parts of the log on the newsgroup where i wasn't present
cease: good to hear about your nonbombing
cease: you're not to be bombing in new haven either? lili will be pleased
Ken: for me, it's thursday only. i already chat with friends on regular basis 3 nights a week, i need some time without
cease: worst play joseph heller ever wrote, and that's saying something
cease: i have never chatted with anybody aside from this. this is enough
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
Ken: i read the one after catch 22, don't even remember name, and was disappointed except for the last two pages
Uncle Ernie: G'day Y'all!
Ken: hi ernie
cease: and speaking of uncles....
Uncle Ernie: Hi Ken?
||||||||| Dave waltzes in at 9:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Ken: it's the ants we need to worry about. bring back ddt!
cease: i used to have an uncle ernie
Ken: no, ernie, not hi here, sorry
cease: watch maker. made sake too. better job on the watches, though
Ken: hey dave, glad you waltzed in
Dave enters with the black dog and tryies to distance himself from it
cease: spesaking of cheech and chong routines, tommy on pot tv last week says he has a new flick coming out
cease: produced by his daughter.
Ken: down, dog
cease: shoo, fido
Uncle Ernie: Pot TV?
Ken: is he the one with the great looking daughter?
cease: www.pot-tv.net
Dave: god I hope so ken, that's why I'm here
cease: a local channel you can all enjoy
cease: that she is
cease: she was in Choose Me, among other fine flicks
Ken: "Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong." -- Oscar Wilde
Dave: how about take me
cease: good one, ken
Ken: i've been "under the weather" with bad cold for over a week. no wine either, so it's just me and my nyquil tonight
cease: bummer
Dave: people in stas glouses shouldn't throw hones
cease: have a mulled wine. do you much good
Ken: dave, if i were choosing teams, i'd take you
cease: vin chaud, as they say in france
Dave: just wixing up my mords
Ken: hanging chaud?
cease: a cup of wine in a small pot, add cloves, a cinammon stick, some nutmeg, some orange peel slices, and heat
Ken: there's an old joke with the punch line "people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones" but i don't remember all of it
Dave: cut'em loose
cease: when hot, add a teaspoon of sugar, stir til it melts
cease: best thing for you, even if you're not sick
Ken: cat: heating defeats the purpose of drinking wine, drives out the alcohol
cease: yeah but it tastes good
Ken: oh, i'm sure it does!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: i drank only boiling hot sake in japan. freaked them all out, but it tasted great
Dave: not if you heat it then put in the wine
cease: i hate cold sake, even lukewarm sake
Ken: hi e
cease: and speaking of intoxicants, here's El
Dave: hey El
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: no, the wine has to be hot enough to melt the sugar, dave
Ken: yep, it's evenin' for sure. i saw the moon rising in the east a while ago
Dave: oh, well, I don't drink, and don't plan to do much after I'm 21
Dave: I didn't
Ken: good call, dave. although drinking can be a lot of fun, i couldn't handle it well until adult. and i'm still not sure sometimes if i'm adult yet
cease: i didnt either till i moved to a country where drunkeness is expected. sobriety not tolerated
Uncle Ernie: BY the tiem I was 21 I had quit drinking!
cease: thankfully, i dont live there anymore
cease: this was yesterday, ernie?
Dave: anyone know of the Merylmaster's whereabouts or thereabouts?
Uncle Ernie: NO 1969!
Ken: i was living in florida in the grip of the southern baptists, so drinking was frowned upon
cease: he'll show up, or he wont. how will we know the difference?
cease: you're older than me, ernie
cease: and that's medically scary
Uncle Ernie: Really why so?
cease: in 1974, my doctor told me i had the liver of a 70 year old man. i had been drinking for 3 years at that point.
cease: interesting calculas problem. how old am i now?
Ken: cat: did you give it back to the 70 year old man?
Elayne: What he was doing in the Cat's pajamas, he'll never know!
Uncle Ernie: 50?
cease: no, the 70 year old woman was happy to have me keep it
Ken: i'm a big liver fan, but stick to beef, chicken, turkey, etc. never done the lechter thing with fava beans and chianti
cease: i've been drinking heavily for 32 years. if after 3, my age had gone from 23 to 70, how old would i be at chronological 51?
Uncle Ernie: Of course in Alabama the Tusks are looser!
cease: 190?
Ken: cat: is this like the 7 dog years = 1 human year thing?
cease: if i'd only been drinking lightly, would i fly like icarus?
cease: to a dimmer sun?
Uncle Ernie: Ah the dimmer son you speak of der Fuhrer!
cease: dim sum today features crab shu mai, and they are crabby indeed
Ken: heil shickelgruber!
cease: sig frued
Uncle Ernie: ... came to terms fighting Marftin Gruber, stuck a fuhrer in the back and called it shikelgroover!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cat', just granted probation at 9:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cat: i may or may not be back
Elayne: You know, I was going to order the Shickelgruber (where they're ALL only following orders), but the dim sum just looked too appetizing.
cat: front not bad either
cat: good one, el
cat: how is robin's job search going?
Uncle Ernie: I'm having a Deja Vu all over again ...
cat: and other fine csny albums
Elayne: He has a one-off assignment, Cat, an inventory story over a fairly good penciller.
Elayne: So that's next month's rent paid.
cat: good to hear
Elayne: And an old friend of his just got back in touch and seems to be interested in working with Robin again. This guy's about as famous as our friend Alan.
Ken: inventory story? sorry, but i don't know the lingo
Elayne: (Robin's work over Alan can be seen in both this month's Thor and Iron Man.)
cat: great to hear
Elayne: A story the editor keeps in inventory until they need a fill-in, if the regular art team is getting slow on something.
||||||||| yamamoto waltzes in at 9:29 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
yamamoto: oi
cat: is he finding it harder to fine work here than in the uk or is it irrelevant where you live?
Dave: you yam who you yam!
Ken: thanks, elayne, you just saved me a lot of investigating!
cat: moshi moshi
Elayne: For the most part, comics companies don't do that any more, as their work is so continuity-laden that they can't usually just break up a story to put in a fill-in.
Elayne: Hi Yama!
Ken: hi yammie
cat: comrade why
yamamoto: yes
Dave: couldn't think of anything really good for a greeting, so you got that
yamamoto: herro
cat: tell me why, why, why you cried
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: This editor, a friend of mine named Joan Hilty, is one of the only ones who even entertains inventory stories.
cat: and speaking of magician
Ken: hey brian
Elayne: Hey Merlyn!
Merlyn: 'ello
cat: hilter?
Uncle Ernie: Merl what up?
Dave: yo merl
cat: sss
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'doctec', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
yamamoto: hello again
Elayne: Joan Hilty. Hang on, lemme get you an URL, you'd probably like her stuff.
cat: and speaking of snake and bacon....
Elayne: Hi Tom!
doctec: hi gang
Dave: good doctor, i am in kneed
Merlyn: Maybe my gray-out algorithm is too quick to make you gray
yamamoto: and again
Dave: just kidding
Ken: hi tom
Merlyn: cat, I assume I should kill 'cease'
yamamoto: this font is tiny
Elayne: Cat: Check out http://www.qsyndicate.com/bitter_girl.htm
cat: he's dead now
Ken: al gorithm isn't running any more
Ken: yam: knock it up one number
doctec: my name tonight should be doctoast, another marathon session last night getting my new pc set up
Ken: dt: how did the saga of lili's radiator end?
yamamoto: better
yamamoto: It's knocked up now.
Elayne: She's good folk. And I guess something in me wants to believe I helped Robin find this job because of my friendship with Joan.
yamamoto: I want a boy
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cease at 9:32 PM
Elayne: I don't think they would have spoken to each other in the first place if I hadn't introduced them.
Elayne: Robin's very shy. :)
Elayne: Another new PC, Tom? How many is this?
Ken: use a codominium, you'll feel safer (not morley either)
doctec: friend mark and myself, we cleaned up as much of the water aas we could (it wasn't that bad) and got the water level down to where it needed to be
yamamoto: wish I had that kinda dough
doctec: e: i've been using the same pc for the last 3 years, this is a replacement.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cease', just granted probation at 9:33 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
doctec: interestingly, i've always been able to get away with just having one pc at my disposal
cease: for some reason, i cant go to other sites and come back here as the same person
Merlyn: cat, should 'cat' now be killed?
Ken: i can type on one at a time
yamamoto: 3 Years, that's 21 in Dog years, 150 in computor yrs
cease: metaphysically interesting, but a bummer
||||||||| cease rushes off, saying "9:34 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cat at 9:35 PM
||||||||| yamamoto runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's yamamoto?! It's 9:35 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cs', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cs: this is really getting annoying
Uncle Ernie: I'm more confused the usual!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Companero Senor Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: cat, does it not let you log in over your old name?
Ken: i stay cornfused
cs: speaking of campanyeros, i just got a letter from the bar guy in barcelona
Elayne: Wait a minute, there's two of everyone here but me? (Didn't I say that on the other side of IRC?)
Merlyn: there's only one bar in barcelona?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I'm never confused
Merlyn: I guess that's what the name means
Elayne: You can't very well spell Barcelona if you have more than one bar.
cs: doc, i want to supperimpose his image onto that pic of his bar on the seemreal site now. i can easily do this with photoshop or whatever it's called, eh?
Dave: Merlyn, I've been having that problem as well, I can't log in over myself
Merlyn: alona in a bar in barcelona
cs: no lonas in the bar, right el?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Beat me Daddy 8 to the Barcelona
doctec: as for my new pc - i built it myself, new parts combined with some parts taken from my old pc, upgrading to a 2.8gHz Pentium 4 w/512 mb memory and a total of 100gigs of storage for a grand total of $1,100
Merlyn: let me try...
cs: i spend more than that on bad food, doc
Merlyn: works OK for me
Ken: i've never tried logging on top of myself. won't the trees fall and hurt you?
Merlyn: Does you IP address keep changing?
Merlyn: let me check...
doctec: it's a screamer, i loaded my music production software ("Reason") & played files that used to bring my 600mHz PC to its knees, this new box barely broke a sweat.
cs: only in berkley
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I'm running an xp1800 w/similar specs, it's not bad
Merlyn: looks like your IP address is the same old place, cat
Merlyn: it's a sweatbox
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Trying to get Linux to work
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cs imril', just granted probation at 9:39 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
doctec: now there's a name for a band...
Uncle Ernie: I have wow so my IP has changed three times this week alone!
cs imril: this is really getting annoying
Elayne: Sounds pretty expandable, Tom. But then, don't we all sound that way in the beginning?
Ken: doc: get your computer out of the sauna, it will stop sweating
cs imril: doc, i installed opera at your suggestion and things have gone downhill ever since
doctec: you people, always taking things literally
Merlyn: If you try to log in using the same name, it should tell you the name is taken and ask if you should log in anyway; saying yes logs you in...
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cs at 9:40 PM
cs imril: icluding the fact that when i'm not typing, some weird collection of symbols appears where this is. sometimes while i''m typing
doctec: opera giving you grief? why? conflicts with other programs?
cs imril: k opera
Elayne: Sorry Tom, I'll put it down now.
cs imril: i dont know doc, but strange things keep happening to me
Ken: brian: how do i enlarge the private messages portion of my screen?
cs imril: well, that has nothing to do with computerdom
cs imril: t as it were, yes,
doctec: i'm always gettin' put down by da man... and da woman...
Merlyn:
cs imril: way down yonder
cs imril: you yanks get a 3 day holiday?
Merlyn: Ken, pull down the "Configure" menu and change the BAR pixel height
Elayne: Monday? No holiday for my office.
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I'm running an xp1800 w/similar specs, it's not bad
Companero Senor Yamamoto: not me
Merlyn: but it will only show two lines of text no matter what; to view your private log, click the Msgs link
cs imril: anybody here know anything about video editing software?
doctec: i've heard good things about those AMD machines
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I like it
doctec: with opera, i can put my mouse on the border between the main frame and the private message and drag it up & down
Merlyn: Anyone have menu problems with the room names now in a submenu? Some earlier Netscape just puts them in the main list (which works, but is ugly)
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I have yet to have a pentium
Merlyn: but doc, the private message bar will change back depending on how it refreshes
Ken: yes, and sometimes the last message won't show up until the new one comes in. clicking the msg thing does work if you hit reload often
Companero Senor Yamamoto: whack it w/ astick
cs imril: i keep gettng this flashing message thing, total something or whatever, accross the bottom of the screen. most annoyiing
Companero Senor Yamamoto: throw a towl over it
doctec: not on opera, it stays where i drag it even after the auto refresh
Ken: spreak softly and whack with a big stick. --theodore roosevelt
Merlyn: dave, I liked the way (in IE) that it puts them in a submenu so you don't have to use the private msg bar, so I changed all to that way
cs imril: i gather that's a No on video editing software info
Uncle Ernie: Make it do pushups maybe it will go away?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: pretty much
Merlyn: ok doc, but I think if you resize your window it might go back to the default
Companero Senor Yamamoto is sorry
Dave: oh, ok, cool then, just curious
cs imril: for pearl harbour?
Ken: i get mad when restaurants resize their menus
cs imril: weirdly coool
Companero Senor Yamamoto: that and Toyotas
Merlyn: (doc, I mean if you resize your overall browser window, for when you look at overalls)
cs imril: get your hand up a toyota, and you['ll never let go
cs imril: that the line bergman was fired for?
Ken: mmm, i like women in overalls!
Merlyn: I had a toy yoda once
doctec: yes, if i resize the window it readjusts the private msg area. but for me, once i have the window sized the way i want it, then i adjust the private msgs frame border and everything's jake
Merlyn: and underalls
cs imril: something like that. where is the bergmeister when we need him?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I had a cat named Yoda, I gave him to my ex
Merlyn: I like getting my private area resized
doctec: doing something creative, no doubt
Companero Senor Yamamoto: mine resizes as the need erm...arises
doctec: woud you like that super-sized?
cs imril: penises from heaven?
Elayne: Oh, speaking of "do you want fries with that..."
doctec: cat: lol!
Elayne: ...they're opening a chip shop down the hill from us! Robin's so happy.
Ken: 39 cents extra
Merlyn: wait, here comes the special sauce...
cs imril: lol, merl
Ken: don't get it on the keyboard
Elayne: I mean, it's not a for-real chip shop, it's an Arthur Treacher's, but that's about as close as one is likely to get around here. :)
doctec: throw a towel over him
Merlyn: so cat, exactly what happens when you try to log in over your original name?
Uncle Ernie: Ah plastic food yum yum!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Arther Treacher still exists?
cs imril: the thing disappears
cs imril: have to call up a new entry every time
Merlyn: I didn't know treacher's was still in biz; we used to have them around mpls/st. paul, but not for decades
Elayne: Oh, I remember that lovely dance he did with Shirley Temple in The Little Princess... wasn't he terrific?
cs imril: ytou close the door and the light stays on!
doctec: gad, the arthur treacher chain still exists? i bet 95% of the population doesn't even know his claim to fame either
Merlyn: your browser window disappears?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I haven't seen one for years
Elayne: Yeah, the franchise has merged with a chicken place called (and I kid you not) Pudgie's.
Ken: sideman to merv griffin?
cs imril: but this fucking banner covers up this message space everyfew secounds. fuck this
doctec: "from the little theater off times square..."
Merlyn: shirley temple movies
Merlyn: aas a butler
doctec: "...it's the Merv Griffin Show"
cs imril: shirley has move? surely not
Companero Senor Yamamoto: a butlers's ass?
doctec: and stop calling me surely
cs imril: i'm a little tea pot, about as far as she goes
cs imril: and speaking of pot...
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Is merv Griffin dead yet?
doctec: i'm not surely, i'm actually very well mannered
Ken: thou shalt not covet thy butler's ass
Merlyn: why is shirley calling you?
cs imril: hilarious episode of duckman with merv grf.
Merlyn: anywho cat, does the browser window disappear?
Ken: yam: just saw him on letterman couple of months ago
Elayne: Nah, Griffin's still around.
cs imril: cours the idea of an episode of duckman that isnt hilarious is counter intuitive
Uncle Ernie: Don't you trust her then she'll want to see yours!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: That's what I get for having no TV
cs imril: merl, it keeps popping up
cs imril: s document 100%. what the fuck?
doctec: hit it with a hammer
Ken: yam: you really are not missing much
doctec: what's an "s document"?
cs imril: it displaces this space so i cant type,and then i go somewhere else, i cant return here
Merlyn: Do you go to http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat and log in as before?
Merlyn: don't just go back in your browser history
Companero Senor Yamamoto: darn cat likes to knead my area of need
Companero Senor Yamamoto: she's sittting looking at me
cs imril: i never tried to log in as betore
cs imril: but in previous weeks, it was impossible
Ken: she? maybe that's a hint you're the wrong species
doctec: cat, if you click "help" and then "about opera", what version does it say you're running?
cs imril: we get a choice?
doctec: the latest stable version is 6.05, the new beta test version is 7. yes, you can choose which one you download from the opera site
cs imril: doc, never ask me to do anything again
Merlyn: well, I don't understand what you're doing, so I can't understand what the problem is. If you close all your browser windows and go to fst.com/chat and log in, it should work fine. It'll ask you if you want to log in anyway, because the name is taken, and answering yes just lets you in
Ken: those stable versions get dirty unless you shovel them out regularly
cs imril: verytime i try and go from this chat to anywheere else, i cant returen
cs imril: i have 6.05, yes
cs imril: yes merl, that is the case. log in anyway. i just did that
doctec: cat, you can also kill oipera and fire up internet explorer & do chat from that browser if you want to
doctec: ok, cat: the status bar that keep obscuring the display at the bottom of the browser window can be moved to the top of the browser window
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I'm using IE
Merlyn: so it should work the same regardless if you've gone elsewhere in the meantime; the chat program doesn't know or care...
doctec: i had the same problem, made the adjustment and all is well
doctec: select file / preferences
doctec: select browser layout and check the box labeled "show progress inside address bar"
Ken: when i select a file, i like the type you can bake into a cake easily
cs imril: ok, i can do that
doctec: save your changes
doctec: and that annoying status thing that keeps popping up over the text field at the bottom will stop giving you grief
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctec: file / bake / cake / angelfood
Dave: brb
Ken: i see catherwood is 4 minutes fast again
cs imril: where is uncle ernie and elayne
doctec: wow catherwood almost has the time right
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Best not to ask
Ken: they are in the back room together
doctec: closer than he's ever been
Elayne: I'm here, Cat, I've just been dormant, that's why I guess I'm fading.
cs imril: you're right, doc. the annoyihng flashing banner thing is no longer obscuring this
Ken: tom: he gains about a minute per week, a month ago he was right on
cs imril: i read the lesbian strip, el. looks good
doctec: yes, now it pops up over the address bar at the top of the window - much less obtrusive
Elayne: Joan's good people, Cat. She's a terrific editor too, edits all the Cartoon Network tie-in books that DC puts out.
Uncle Ernie: I'm over here getting a bowl of chili out of the micronite oven ...
doctec: i noticed that in the version 7 beta, opera permanently moved the status bar back to the bottom - but they leave it in place instead of popping it up every time a page is loaded
Companero Senor Yamamoto: that's evil
cs imril: any strip about cats meets my approval, el
Ken: ernie: next time try a bowl of peru
doctec: so that's not so bad
doctec: have i met joan?
Uncle Ernie: I had peru for lunch and I'm still picking my teeth!
cs imril: i just got a calendar from a man from peru
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Ken: Fujimori Stew?
doctec: i can't remember...
Elayne: No Tom, she's one of my "comic book friends," I don't see her that often myself.
cs imril: he will appear on the seemreal website eventually, in the barcelona bar zone
doctec: ah
Ken: yam: i think he's in japan now, permanent exile
doctec: well that explains it
cs imril: stewed fujimori, on sale
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Stwing nicely, then
Elayne: She was the first speaker in the Women and Comics discussion series I helped put on when I was president of Friends of Lulu's NY chapter.
cs imril: good for you, el
doctec: i've become a kevin and kell supporter, i noticed that on the kevinandkell site bill holbrook says the books of all the kevin & kell strips are available at jack hanley's universe - where i hooked up with you lasst year
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bubbas Brain close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Elayne: Yeah, I'm glad to be rid of that burden but it led to some great evenings.
doctec: www.kevinandkell.com
Ken: hi bub
Elayne: Hey Bubba!
doctec: yo bubster!
Bubbas Brain: Hey, all!
Uncle Ernie: Bubba!
doctec: good ta see ya!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: oi
cs imril: bub
Ken: well, lady and gentilemen, this cold is miserable and the nyquil is kicking in, so i'm outta here until next week
doctec: el: was it joan you referred me to when a friend of yours needed help with some flash animation thing?
Elayne: Mmm, Nyquil... bye Ken!
Uncle Ernie: Nighty nite Ken!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: hope you feel better
doctec: sorry you're under the weather ken, get under the covers and feel better soon!!!!!!!!
Merlyn: say hi to barbie
||||||||| Ken departs at 10:07 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I like Nyquil on pancakes
Elayne: I don't think so, Tom. That was probably Kathy, who was doing our website at the time.
doctec: oh la laaaa
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Simon Bolivar aka klok', just granted probation at 10:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bubbas Brain: Nyte.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite ken
Simon Bolivar aka klok: oops
Dave: Ken left, damn
doctec: el: ok, i couldn't remember (how long ago was that? three and a half years? i think i was still working for smith barney at the tome
Companero Senor Yamamoto is eating "Dots"
doctec: time
doctec: microdots?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: at the Tome The Time will be...
cs imril: eating dots what, doc?
doctec: ah, the memories...
Uncle Ernie: MIcrodots heap good Kimosabe!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Chewy candy dots.....
doctec: groovy
Simon Bolivar aka klok: better than eating paper money and smuggling it into N. Korea...
Bubbas Brain: Smith Barney.... I didn't know that purple thing had a first name.
Merlyn: he's playing pacman
Elayne: Oh, I thought that was just last year, Tom. Maybe you're talking about something else...
Simon Bolivar aka klok: LOL, BB
cs imril: ka, ka, ka, coming, father
doctec: oh, yeah, percursor to gummi bears - chewier though as i recall
Simon Bolivar aka klok: now wait for last year?
Dave is glad that he is done with final exams, very glad
Simon Bolivar aka klok: now is the discount of our winter tents?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: a buck for a large box
Bubbas Brain: Hmmmmmm..... gummmmmiiiiiii
cs imril: final in what sense, dave? no more exams in the future?
doctec: so, dave, what are you gonna do to celebrate?
doctec: you gonna take a fast train?
cs imril: but the small ones are so much tighter, yamamoto san
Companero Senor Yamamoto: have a dot
doctec: you gonna ride on a motocycle?
cs imril: eye's eat dots
Companero Senor Yamamoto: lol cat
doctec: you gonna take a slow boat to china?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: klok very glad he's long past final exam daze and well into those where every dream ends with...being in a final exam and not prepared (apparently an even more universal archetype than the UFO "greys" aliens)
Companero Senor Yamamoto: You ganna take a speedy cruiser boat?
Dave: final in the sense that the semester is over, I get four days off, and I'm gonna celebrate by attempting to court a hot chick on sunday and teaching myself to fingerpick the guitar
Uncle Ernie: Rocky's opium eyes?
cs imril: and lays eat lots
doctec: dave, that sounds like a grand plan. good luck with both!!!!!!!!
cs imril: good for you, dave. then learn to sit in a tree and play the flute
Bubbas Brain: and little lambs eat ivy?
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 10:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
doctec: and enjoy the break, we get far too many of them after we enter the workforce
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Sit in a tree and learn to play the flute
Simon Bolivar aka klok: a word of advice: forget the guitar
Dexter Fong: Ola y'all
doctec: i mean far too few of them
doctec: we don't get many of them
cs imril: dave, do you dream in visual imagery?
doctec: sigh
Uncle Ernie: Who's Ivy?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: It's hard to get a guitar up a tree anyway
Simon Bolivar aka klok: same to ya, buddy...
Dexter Fong: Ivy is outta your league UE
Dave: cat I've acutally got a phife on my shelf, had it for years, need to learn how to play it
doctec: ah, ivy - i remember her climbing up my leg... she's so vine!
Bubbas Brain: I hear she's poison!
Uncle Ernie: Damn American League!
Dexter Fong: Dah Do run run Doc
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I root for the Justice Leage myself
doctec: keds kids keds
Simon Bolivar aka klok: oh, c'mon DT, the American workforce is the laziest, slackest bunch of do-nothings (most of whom skip out on unemployment whenever they can) -- that's why they're being replaced by hard-working Chinese
Dave: hmmmm, Cat, visual imagery, well, I guess so, I don't really remember my dreams unless they involve girls or food though
Bubbas Brain: Ivy.... a love em and leaf em kinda gal......
Companero Senor Yamamoto: 20000 american leagues under the sea
Dexter Fong: But which JL MY? There's about 12 of them
Uncle Ernie: I'm a red headed league man myself
Bubbas Brain: 2000 legionaires under the sea?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Ah, the red w/red hair
Dexter Fong: UE: How sanguine of you
cs imril: hounds of the baskervilles at 9, lakers at 10
Simon Bolivar aka klok: word now is that the War can't begin until the Superbowl is over; the advertisers have insisted
Uncle Ernie: 20000 lawyers under the sea is a good start!
Dave: film at 11
cs imril: but the dreams you remember are visual? how would you know what visual is?
Bubbas Brain: They'll have a tough time following Jeremy Brett.....
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Wonder how much ad time during war coverage will cost
cs imril: i suspect there are senses beyond ours, but that would be one way of showing what that might me
Dave: I don't really know, I've never really given it a thought
Dexter Fong: Dave: In other words, how can Cat know what you see? That's metaphysically impossible man
Uncle Ernie: JB was SH for me!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: it was all sold months ago, CSY -- too late to get yours on!
Bubbas Brain: The one and only.
Companero Senor Yamamoto: ah balls
cs imril: jb haldane. the universe is not only weirder than we know, it is weird than we can know
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that presupposes metaphysics are correct, DF
Simon Bolivar aka klok: to the wall, comrade!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: weirder
Elayne: Well, the noise above is finally over, I'm going back in the bedroom. Night all!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: even
Dexter Fong: Night Ebabe
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I need to work an "N" into my initials
cs imril: if you have never seen anything with your usual optical receptors, how can you dream/imagine something within that realm? your own private middle earth as it were
doctec: i should send mixes of my tunes to you dave, i bet your heightened sense of hearing would pick up on flaws in the mixes that i miss
doctec: nite e
Bubbas Brain: Night E
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that's all we are, eh, a distraction from an annoying noise? thanks ;-)
Uncle Ernie: Tata E!
doctec: have a good one
doctec: say hi to robin ok?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite E
cs imril: i love that idea. i think it is to some extent, where the firesign theate come from
Dexter Fong: How about Companero Senor El Nuevo Yamamato
Bubbas Brain: ... or is that nightie?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: nite
doctec: and thanx for the innes tip
doctec: great show, that!
Merlyn: bye
cs imril: an attempt to see what has never been imagines, through the realm of sound
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I tipped innes a quarter, he called me a cheapskate and a bum
Bubbas Brain: ... or is that nightie?
cs imril: by
cs imril: inne indeed
doctec: theater of the mind
Dexter Fong sings I'm seeing those good vibrations
cs imril: c'est vrai
Companero Senor Yamamoto: literally
Companero Senor Yamamoto: wonder how blind people dream
Dexter Fong: These vibrations have little dimples in them
doctec: lili and i are about to take a break to have some swell pizza, i will stay connected and check in as time and opportunity permits
Uncle Ernie: Uh oh it's that time again. Mr. Birdseed go to press!
Dave notices that the black dog has moved to his side
Simon Bolivar aka klok: how about Firesign Theatre of the mind, DT? Direct broadcast: from Our Mind to Your Mind (sounds Phildickian, eh?)
Dexter Fong: Czech, Doc
Dave: not a good thing
doctec: yes klok
Uncle Ernie: Later y'all http://issuesandalibis.org
cs imril: go to pless
Dexter Fong: Night UE
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite UE
||||||||| Uncle Ernie rushes off, saying "10:21 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cs imril: high to lili
Dexter Fong: 'llo to Lili
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yes, keep those radiators flying, tell her
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Flying Radiators?
Dexter Fong: Klok: Those are those good Harrison Radiators
Companero Senor Yamamoto puts on a hard hat
cs imril: sombrero hardo?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yeah, either that or she had a hard persuade to get DT over there the other nite
Dexter Fong: ;notices MY's hat has little dimples in it
Merlyn: Also, you may have noticed nobody falls in through the celebrity trap door now; I reserve that for real celebs
Companero Senor Yamamoto: That deflects the evil spirits
Dexter Fong: Classism!!!!!!!!!!!
Bubbas Brain: I used to have a hail-damaged Sentra I named "Dimples"
cs imril: ever since i return from europe, the celebrities have avoided this chat lie the plague
Dave: oh Merlyn, I like falling on through the dorr, I PROTEST!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you can be fined for saying that in the Temple, CY
Companero Senor Yamamoto has -no- class
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you, too, DF
cs imril: i'm not a really good sport. not even golf!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: golf is not a s port
Simon Bolivar aka klok: well, you'll never move up the Ladder at Sun Micro, then
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Sports are analogs for killing people
Dexter Fong: Gold is a Satori
Dexter Fong: Golf
cs imril: when you listen to the firesign theatre, you disover the possibility of Other
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Golf is the Satan
cs imril: there is an Other world you can go to
cs imril: you are not Stuck in This One Forever
cs imril: it is like getting control over your dreams,
Simon Bolivar aka klok: when you listen to Firesign, you realize you can listen again
Bubbas Brain: We can run sports through a converter, then they'll be digitals for killing people.
Companero Senor Yamamoto: where you're on yr own
cs imril: it is like getting control over your dreams,
Dexter Fong: ....must ....controlc....dreams
Simon Bolivar aka klok: really? I thought it was like giving THEM control of my dreams...
cs imril: not control you seek, but a kind of alliance
Companero Senor Yamamoto wants to meet Alan Ginsburg, Frank Zappa and Mozart at laest in the NEXT world
Dexter Fong: What is Rael(ity)
cs imril: they are on Our side
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the best, way, Dex, is to cause a buffer overflow; I mean, if one is becoming a nightmare
cs imril: we rescue them, and are rescued, from the infinite madness
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Reality is a registerd trademark of US plus
Simon Bolivar aka klok: which side is it we are on again, Cat?
Dexter Fong: Take 2 Bufferin and email me in the morning
Simon Bolivar aka klok: or, like VS, just yell, "TECH SUPPORT!"
cs imril: yes, yamy. it all seeks to be commercial. and thanks to firesign, it will always fail
cs imril: ads are annoyiong, but euro streets are full of dog shit and horse shit and that even more annoying
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:28 PM, dragging Tut by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Heck, Reality is made by US Plus. Fresh daily, at the 1984 building.
Dexter Fong: But Cat; it's really good shit
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Mojo Nixon wasn't kidding then
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ah, The King has arrived
cs imril: pick your poison, choose votre poisson
Tut: Hi All
Dexter Fong: One man's mead is another man's meat
cs imril: all hail
Companero Senor Yamamoto: oi
Simon Bolivar aka klok: today's reality: the entire Venezuelan Middle Class is rising up against an oppressive government. All 5 of them.
Bubbas Brain: Gotta fly
Dexter Fong walks like an Egytshine
cs imril: born in babylonia?
||||||||| At 10:29 PM, Bubbas Brain vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite BB
Dave: it's the kingster, what's shakin' in the tomb man
cs imril: by bub
Companero Senor Yamamoto: that was Phast
Merlyn: that was mysterious
Simon Bolivar aka klok: or his sister?
Dexter Fong: Night Bubba
cs imril: oh, yhoure still here, mrerl
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Companero Senor Yamamoto: She turned all yaller and ishy
Merlyn: yes, the gray just shows the person hasn't said anything in the room they're in for a while
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ah, the hamsters at the chat server are outdoing themselves again; I wonder if the server is on some other planet, could that be it?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: and idle thingy
Tut: Hello Dave
Dexter Fong: Nice touch Brian
Companero Senor Yamamoto: But if you're too quiet, it kills you
Merlyn: no, it has nothing to do with the reaper
Companero Senor Yamamoto: oH?
cs imril: dont beat the reaper
Dexter Fong: Merl: Do people go gray before they're Reaped, kinda a distant early warning thing?
cs imril: fondle him instead
Simon Bolivar aka klok: they are supposed to all use Universal Time, but I guess some SA figures, "Oh, well, we're in the Universe, so OUR time is 'universal' in a way...."
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I beat it every nite
Merlyn: usually dex, but if nobody is talking, nobody gets gray, either
Simon Bolivar aka klok: spank while you can, Monkey Boy!
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Sideral time, it should be
cs imril: i think consciousness too easily suspects it is alone
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Alpha Centauri standard time
Simon Bolivar aka klok: (apologies to W.D. Richter)
Dexter Fong: CS: Are you talking to me?
Dexter Fong: I'm the only one here
cs imril: you see cary tennis colum in salon today?
Companero Senor Yamamoto apologizes to WD 40
cs imril: qujotes man without qualities, which austin turned me on to
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Yes, one day, things will be Made Right and it will all be General Electric Time
cs imril: hey klok, i saw 2 towers on saturday
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Dex ?
Dexter Fong: Yes MY?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: your review, Cat?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: There are others her....
cs imril: hmmm
Companero Senor Yamamoto: e
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the surfboard stunt and the toss were kind of, um, over the top, I know...
cs imril: i had just been worknig on transitions in my purple haze vid so i studied it with that perspective
Dexter Fong: MY: Cs = Cat Simril
Companero Senor Yamamoto: oh
Companero Senor Yamamoto: sorry
cs imril: how cuts were achieved and for what extent. i'm, starting a cinematography course nexdt week
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yes, they discussed transitions on the Charlie Rose interview, why they cut it that way
Dexter Fong: MY: Nothing to be sorry about....that I know of at least =)
cs imril: i looked at how people were lit. and thought the plains of rohan lighiting violently badly lit
Companero Senor Yamamoto: thought you might be referring to me by my actual legal name
cs imril: i would like to know editorially why that was done? looks like shit
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you're a lawyer?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: No
Simon Bolivar aka klok: and an actor, too. Imagine that!
Dexter Fong: MY: I try to never do something legal
cs imril: fuck, i jmissed that kllok. i'd like to have seen that
Companero Senor Yamamoto: but i DO look like one
cs imril: one what?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: lawyer
Dexter Fong: One hell of a sport
Companero Senor Yamamoto: or not
Simon Bolivar aka klok: well, about 20% was Viggo expounding on his "No blood for oil" T-shirt
cs imril: oona austin
Dexter Fong: Oona O'Neil
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Oona Fitzgerald
Simon Bolivar aka klok: they moved Shelob bit to 3rd movie, for example, discussed why that and why no "recap" at the opening for those who didn't see Fellowship
Dexter Fong: Oona...dewey...trays....etc
Simon Bolivar aka klok: it's ROFL 'cause the older the 3 participants are, the worse they are dressed]
Dave: fellowship, hmmmm, never gonna see it, both literally and figuratively, didn't like the first one
Tut: force people to actually view the previous movie?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Dindn't see it, didn't care...
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ...or to not make a 3-hour movie 3.5 hrs. long
Dexter Fong: Klok: There's the Mother of all Wars going on and you're worried about fashion?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the books are better; it's kind of like a 3-hour music video for Tolkien's stuff
Companero Senor Yamamoto: You have to look neat while murdering enemies of the state its a rule
Dexter Fong: Mr. Blackwell goes to War
cs imril: i really dont want to watch people getting killed all the time
cs imril: teh out door footage much better shot in the first one
Dexter Fong: Cat: hey only get killed once unless they're supernatural and then it doesn't matter
cs imril: the close ups were beautiflly done here
Dave: what would happen if the Mother of all wars had children?
Dexter Fong: Dave: They're not children, they're Polica Actions
Dexter Fong: Police
cs imril: the gratuitious elf soldiers in the battle?
cs imril: one of manh strange things
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Buncha cops eating donuts
cs imril: merry convincing treebeard to change directions, and his reluctance to go to war?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: well, it's hilarious 'cause Jackson is ALWAYS in shorts. The Fox special showed him in NZ; it was 0C and snowing and there he was in shorts. Hawking his movie on "Charlie Rose" and...there he was in shorts...they did a 2nd camera shot so you were sure to see that, too
cs imril: what the fuck?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Inane inside, makes a note of the time (10:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Companero Senor Yamamoto: ?
Dexter Fong: Come on in Nane
Inane: Howdy all
cs imril: and faramir draging frodo to osgilath? in whose universe?
cs imril: we see a bad guy/tree turned good for other than tolkeinian reasons
Simon Bolivar aka klok: I have their explanation for that somewhere, too Cat
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Lost me at the bakery
cs imril: hi in
Dexter Fong: Drag me to Osgilath, eight to the bar, Daddy
Inane: Hey cs
cs imril: email it to me, klok
cs imril: they should burn in hell
Simon Bolivar aka klok: It goes, basically, that they set up The Ring in 1st movie as this powerful influence on even the strongest mind
cs imril: fuck the cocksucking pope, don't fuck with tolkein
Dave: brb
Dexter Fong: Nobody ever expects the cocksucking Pope
||||||||| At 10:45 PM, Dave vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ...and so in the 2nd movie, with not much visuals, Faramir simply announces he wouldn't pick it up if it was sitting in the road? So they added a bit of dramatic tension.
Inane: All the little people, where do they all come from?
cs imril: no, that intent is different in the book, klk
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Yucaipa
Dexter Fong: Slightly bigger people In
cs imril: tree beards too
Simon Bolivar aka klok: well, Cat, IMO, the first 2 movies have been closer to the spirit of Tolkien than Catch-22 was to the book...
cs imril: they come accross for ulterior reasons, not organically as the book shows
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yeah, I was disappointed by the whole Treebeard thing.
cs imril: oh yes, klok.
cs imril: in the same sense that my bald head is to the planet pluto
Companero Senor Yamamoto: In: Smegma, Spasmodic and the Far-Flung Islands of Langerhans
Dexter Fong: Cat: Are you dissapointed in the film as it realizes the books?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ROFL, Cat
cs imril: no dex, i'm not
Simon Bolivar aka klok: oh, DF, he's saying, in his charming, foreign rustic way, that he absolutely loved it!
cs imril: s its just adjusting to different medium
Dexter Fong: OK< Cat...a little hard to tell =)
cs imril: 'm in the process of ging there myself right nowe
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ;-)))
cs imril: making flix, studying flix, loioing at everything as possible image for, etc
Simon Bolivar aka klok: a music video for Neal Amid, Cat? ;-)
Dexter Fong: Cat: How did you feel about the movie "Dune" when it came out?
cs imril: hated the flick, and i loved elephant man
cs imril: so no ememy of lynch
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Patrick Stewart has done better portrayals; he was miscast
cs imril: klok ala music vid, i have shot a vid for henris pruple haze, but my stupid software somehow does not allow me to marry sound to video
cs imril: what the fuck?
cs imril: i'm not That stupid
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Dune suffered badly from budget and time, two limits Jackson fought against and mostly seems to have won.
Merlyn: I like the Far Side cartoon, "The Elephant Man meets a Buffalo Gal"
Dexter Fong: Klok: Dune suffered badly but not as much, I think, as Dune fans did
Tut: Well back to the shadows for me
||||||||| Tut departs at 10:52 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Simon Bolivar aka klok: pyramid on, tut
Dexter Fong: Say hello to Lamont for me, Tut
Inane: Bye tut
cs imril: by tut
Simon Bolivar aka klok is always surprised at his inability to operate the most basic stupid applications, Cat
Companero Senor Yamamoto: tut tut
Dexter Fong: Smut Smut
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Mind in the gutter again?
Dexter Fong: I don't mind, move over MY
Simon Bolivar aka klok: hit by a Townsend ray
Companero Senor Yamamoto: This online dating thingy is too weird
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you have to scroll down past the livestock section, CY
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I'm prolly incompatible w/99% of the women on it
Dexter Fong: You be the Freedom fFighter, MY...I'll be the proletarian princess
Simon Bolivar aka klok: unless you need something for Pig Nite
Companero Senor Yamamoto: There's a lotta bacon on there
Dexter Fong hams it up
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Personally, I use the Russian Brides site -- the airfare is so cheap now
Dexter Fong: Klok: They still air droppin' them?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: I want a woman who speaks engrish, troop!
Inane: That pig had that baconning look from across the room...
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Nah, Global Express and FedEx
Dexter Fong: I saw her too, and I was getting rasher
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Those moscow wimmen rilly knock me out
Dexter Fong: MY: They're not women
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you have to get the small ones, though, 'cause the 'value' boxes have to fit in the wheel wells
Dexter Fong: anymore
Dexter Fong: To access the wheel wells, lift your fender skirts
Simon Bolivar aka klok: I don't use FedEx, of course, since they dropped "Politically Incorrect"
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Stop looking up my Fender Skirt!
Dexter Fong: Klok: Was it insured?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nope
Dexter Fong: Bad move
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yeah, I lost my deposit
cs imril: Une Movais Merdre
Dexter Fong: Catherwood is still precessing
Simon Bolivar aka klok: everyone saw that more anchormen have been deployed to the Gulf?
||||||||| Companero Senor Yamamoto runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Companero Senor Yamamoto?! It's 11:01 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
cs imril: when we were in paris, i was reading these logs
cs imril: wishing i could get in touch with this conversation
Dexter Fong: ...and now you're not so sure ? =))
cs imril: but no internet cafe open at that hour that we could find
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that is soooo sad, Cat! It's a very bad presentation of Paris!
cs imril: yeah, but i';d rather be asleep at 4am anyway
Simon Bolivar aka klok: like Americans, wandering around wondering where the McDonald's is...
cs imril: paris is breath taking
Dexter Fong: But is's 9 am here right?
cs imril: lso micro cassete taking. had mine pick pocketed on way to sacre couere
Simon Bolivar aka klok: it's the City of Lights! They whale all night!
cs imril: bomb discovered there yesterday
cs imril: coinicidence?
cs imril: has my old micro been turned to nitro?
cs imril: whale they do
Dexter Fong: Jacklighting wales with camera and (of course) gun
Simon Bolivar aka klok: hope so, otherwise, US enforcers might be knock-knock-knocking at your back door
cs imril: we actualy plan to move there, for a period anyway, in the not distant future
cs imril: will visiti you in ny before that
Simon Bolivar aka klok: didja see John Le Carre's letter to The Times? "America has gone mad..."
Dexter Fong: What's he mean "gone"?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you'd have to see the editorial...hold
Dexter Fong: Hold that editorial
Dexter Fong: Good! Now hold it over there
cs imril: missed, uh, err'd seed, go to press
Simon Bolivar aka klok: another ROFL headline: Ariana Huffington run over by Lizzie Grubman...
cs imril: a huffin and a grubbin
Merlyn: hey cat, if going to another site messes up your browser, why don't you open a new browser window first?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: LeCarre letter: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,482-543296,00.html
cs imril: how do i do that, merl?
Dexter Fong: Thanks Klok
Simon Bolivar aka klok: America has entered one of its periods of historical madness, but this is the worst I can remember
Simon Bolivar aka klok: (put quotes around that last)
Dexter Fong: Prolly a good thing too Klok;
Simon Bolivar aka klok: but how will you interact with us from Paris, Cat?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you know that it costs $2500 to get a phone put in, takes a year, and then it costs $200/mo for Internet, right?
Dexter Fong: Merde!
cs imril: klok, i dont know
Simon Bolivar aka klok: more if they realize you're a foreigner
Merlyn: there should be something like "new window" in your File menu; also, any links like the La Carre letter should open in their own window if you just click on it
cs imril: but this isnt tomorrow, klok
Dexter Fong: Was Kend^<-- here tonight?
Simon Bolivar aka klok really doesn't know how much it costs, but can imagine from tales he's heard about Italy ;-)
cs imril: it may be 05, it may be sooner. depends on the success of the curent projects
Dexter Fong: The soft underbelly of Europe Klok?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yes, he wa s ill, DF
Simon Bolivar aka klok: sick, tired, boring, etc.
Dexter Fong: Thanks KWD
cs imril: i think doc tech will kick ass with red shift
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that's Capetown, you idiot!
Dexter Fong: Doc tech is a red-assed shit-kicker?
cs imril: babboon of bon bons
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the day is fair, our friends are there...
Dexter Fong: Where oh where is my underwear?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: well, yes, that is the upside: Godiva is cheaply available
Simon Bolivar aka klok: under the underbelly?
Dexter Fong: Fuck Godiva and the horse whe rode in o......uh nevermind
Simon Bolivar aka klok: now, none of your crude anglo-saxonisms, spreak engrish!
Inane: and the new drought continues....
cs imril: news to me
Simon Bolivar aka klok could really do with a draught right about now...
Dexter Fong: And here she is, the Bautiful lady Godiva mounted astride her great stallion El Chocolato
cs imril: god? i've an idol i wan to discarsd
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ...who has nothing but eyes for the lovely Chestnut Mare Nostrum
Merlyn: cat, do you get a new window when you click on the "Log" link for the logfile?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: then you have to take two more cards, Cat
Dexter Fong sings Cat came in through the bathroom window
Simon Bolivar aka klok: in Netscape, it's CTRL-N to open a new window and right click brings up a menu to open the current link in a new window or (in Netscape 7 and up) in a new tab
Inane: Hitch the horses up and put them in the wagon, it's all down hill from here.
cs imril: cat?
Dexter Fong: and have katy bar the door, them pesky redskins is on the loose again
cs imril: 0.8 tales?
cs imril: no, our premier busted with 1.49 in maui, spent the night in jail
Dexter Fong: and a thousand and one Paris Knights
cs imril: always a scold to other's woes
cs imril: now he begs our forgivness
Dexter Fong: the ones with the little dimples
Simon Bolivar aka klok: he ought to
Dexter Fong goes afk for a drink
Merlyn: cat, do you get a new window when you click on the "Log" link for the logfile?<>
Simon Bolivar aka klok: hey cat, you know there is a "silent tristero" mailing list?
cs imril: no idont
||||||||| loopholo enters at 11:21 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cs imril: tell me about it
cs imril: hey loopy, hang on
Inane: Hey loop
loopholo: Wow, things are all shimmery...
Merlyn: do you get a logfile at all?
cs imril: shimmer shimmer
cs imril: shim him too
Inane: cs is playing with the Lincoln logs instead
Dexter Fong: Leggo my logs
loopholo: Maybe Doc Technical could help me adjust the shims
Dexter Fong: Loop: They just need to be spaced out
loopholo: Please, don't repeat that...
Dexter Fong: My lips are shimmed
loopholo: I don't want to get stuck in a
loopholo: loop.
Dexter Fong: Mobile with the Memphis blues again?
cs imril: who are yuo, inane?
cs imril: loop?
Inane: how about a cursing loop??
cs imril: new to me, and i'm always new to me
loopholo: How am I not to be inane?
Dexter Fong: Oh! Like tiny brossoms, frozen on the end of a dead stick
cs imril: but outside our inanity, who would you be?
loopholo: What, recursion?
Dexter Fong: Damn it again
cs imril: someone who had disc overed firesign in some way
cs imril: that wuld be my only interest in your pastness
Inane: The endless inane of space.... between my ears
Dexter Fong: Hey Klok: Firesign got a mention -oblique yes- in Stereophile mag =)
cs imril: ind eed
loopholo: Oh, Ah Clem
cs imril: i seem to be joining dave, no joke intended
Dexter Fong: Klok starting to fade to gray
cs imril: my ability to see the screen seems to be vansing before my eyes
Simon Bolivar aka klok is impressed
cs imril: just as i enroll in a film project
cs imril: fuch
Dexter Fong: Like a silent "h" Cat?
Merlyn: I'm gonna take off, might be back later...
loopholo: Is dave apart?
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 11:29 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Inane: vanilla fuch, cs?
Dexter Fong: Night Brian
cs imril: klaus fucks\my eyesight has deterioated in the past few minutes
cs imril: this is scarey
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite Merlyn...too late...
Inane: Nite, merl
Simon Bolivar aka klok: klaus fuchs\my has deteriorated in the last few years, but not that fast, Cat
Inane: Is everything melting before your eyes, cs??
loopholo: How about the melty hats?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: klaus fuchs\my eyesight has deteriorated in the last few years, but not that fast, Cat
Dexter Fong: Those hats are *not* for sale
loopholo: How about the ones with the eyeballs?
Simon Bolivar aka klok will get it right sooner or later, then will go get his (honest) first beer...
cs imril: within the past few hours, my eye sight has gone from
cs imril: able to read this screen, to unable
cs imril: fuck the what?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: is this a medical problem, Cat?
Dexter Fong: That sounds worrisome Cat
cs imril: i may be going blind before my own eyes, klok
loopholo: The Vanilla Fuck...remember their cover of a Supremes single at 33 rpm?
Dexter Fong: Never had these symptoms before cat?
loopholo: This sounds like a perceptual problem
cs imril: i have doc appointment next week
||||||||| doctec runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctec?! It's 11:34 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with lili close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:34 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
cs imril: fuck
Inane: Make that appt. sooner, cs!
cs imril: many times over
lili: /nick lili
cs imril: i'm gonna have to learn braile
loopholo: Are those vision blurrings followed by migraines?
Dexter Fong: Hi Nick Lili
cs imril: lili
lili: This is weird.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Cat, you know about age-related farsightedness, of course?
lili: I follow Doc's instructions and I get Nick Lili. But it's just Lili.
loopholo: I'm juggling four lenses myself due to that, klok...
cs imril: not far, klok
Inane: Hi lili
Dexter Fong: you mean just "lili" no caps
cs imril: ive been near sigther for decadses
Simon Bolivar aka klok tends to wear his; works much better for him that way
lili: Anyway, Doc is pooped. We just finished pizza and berages (alcoholic, of course) and he is ready to drop.
Dexter Fong: lol Klok
lili: that's beverages.
cs imril: lili
cs imril: may your orgasms never end
Simon Bolivar aka klok: LOL, Lili; you can enter any name you wish, spaces, etc. on the entry field per current nick
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:36 PM, dragging Dave by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
lili: Hi, Cat. I hope they don't either.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: cat - no, I'm severely nearsighted, but now have trouble with farsightedness
Dave: hey, i just happened to read the comment about orgasms, uh, no comment
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the focus muscles wear out and the lens becomes not as flexible
lili: So, he asked me to bid adieu to everyone while he goes upstairs and collapses.
cs imril: we just bought the new nasa bed. arrives tomorow. we look forward to a launch in to a new galaxy soon
loopholo: I started near and astigmatic but needed to collect the whole set
Dave: damn right, I don't have any lenses to speak of
Dexter Fong: Adieu to the Doc
Simon Bolivar aka klok: like an opened camera iris, the depth of field in dim light is much less, too
cs imril: cul? apses?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: sleep tight Lili, Doc
lili: He's bound to cull something.
loopholo: Asps make me gasp.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: so at 45 or so, I thought my monitor was defective, but it was me, it was me...
cs imril: drop by anytime
lili: Au revoir, gentleman. Good night, sweet prince, good night.
Dexter Fong: Night Mummy
lili: Pardon, that's gentlemen.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: yes, parting is such sweet sorrow...
Inane slips out the digital door and say nite to all, take care!
||||||||| At 11:39 PM, Inane vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
loopholo: Is that Lili Lamont?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: nite I
Dexter Fong: Later Inane
lili: Yes, it is.
Dexter Fong: Yes loop
cs imril: wow
Dave: droppin' fast, eh? I was just distracted with a little web surfin' and will stick around if anyone wants to stay as well
cs imril: you see 2 towers?
loopholo: Not from here...
cs imril: gandalf and the balrog down that w hole?
||||||||| lili departs at 11:40 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: I see 2 Towers where only one is needed
Simon Bolivar aka klok: you'll find, if nearsighted, Cat, that you can read newspaper 6" from your eye w/o glasses when others your age hold it at arm's length or beyond, so there is some benefit. But with corrective lenses on, you're in same boat they are, worse, actually
cs imril: thats what seems to be happening to my eyes at this time
Dave: damn movies
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ? I thought you couldn't see any towers now, DF?
Dexter Fong: Oh we've still got a few Klok
Dave: just get it in braille, it's a heluva lot easier
Simon Bolivar aka klok: it that is really it, Cat, you just have the beginnings of a new world of corrective lenses
cs imril: i cant fuckin see
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'd say this: dimming vision just doesn't come on real sudden
cs imril: and i want to make flicks
Dave: hey Cat, I'll take your nearsighted eyes for this bag of roadapple red
cs imril: where's that at?
loopholo: Let's hold it over here.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that's really a mostly tactile activity anyway, Cat
cs imril: you would think, dex but you may be wrong
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat: I could be...but...still, it's quite unusual =)
Simon Bolivar aka klok: is it dimming, or is it inability to see the characters on the screen, however bright?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not wanting to alarm you but...maybe glaucoma?
Dave: that's where magnification software comes in
cs imril: it is as if my prwsciptin were wrong
cs imril: with glases on i canot se the words on screen
Simon Bolivar aka klok: okay, that's something
cs imril: with them off, i can, but een that is dimming
Dexter Fong: Cat: Can you see fairly clearly if you take off your glasses and get real close to the screen?
cs imril: as if i were in a pit of bilndenss
Simon Bolivar aka klok: what if you move your head back, oh, 2" or 4" - do the characters become readable?
cs imril: yes dex
cs imril: at 8 inches i would say not readable
loopholo: Well we'll have to see the doctor about this...
cs imril: this just hapned now. fuck'
Dexter Fong: Cat: As Klok said, try to move up your appointment, particularaly if this continues
Dave: you've got it lucky
Simon Bolivar aka klok has spent the last few years readign things with his glasses pushed up onto his forehead so he can see clearly ;-)) It's the 3rd eye principle!
Dave: two doesn't even work for me
Simon Bolivar aka klok didn't suggest that
cs imril: do you have an idea what sight is,dave?
cs imril: yeah, dex.
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the other common aging effect is that the pupils won't open as wide as they used to (vision somewhat deteriorates at night) and don't adjust to changes in illumination very quickly
Dexter Fong: Could be temporary eyestrain also Cat
cs imril: maybe
Dave: well, yes and no, I can get things described to me, and form pictures in my mind, it's hard to explain how I do it, but, I've never been able to see
cs imril: i wil not go gentle in to that bad night
loopholo: Cat, do you get migraines?
cs imril: no
Simon Bolivar aka klok: eventually, peripheral vision goes and one begins to consider the next life
cs imril: everything is blurring for me
cs imril: i feel like im a charcter in twiglight zone.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Don't forget about Borgarhytma and High Stoool
loopholo: I sometimes get a big chunk of my vision field occluded...
cs imril: the brave newe twilight zone
Simon Bolivar aka klok: that's good: you are, cat
Dexter Fong: Floaters Loop?
loopholo: in a scary way, when I'm fatigued and eyestrained from too much work
cs imril: occluded,. my favourite word
loopholo: Not a floater, a sort of area whited out with wrinkles around it...
loopholo: very electric.
cs imril: i lose my sight and stasrt producing movies at the same time. how firesonian is that>
Dexter Fong: That sounds rather scary Loop
cs imril: sounds liike a prohpecy ffrom condeliza rice
loopholo: I'd feared a detached retina; I'd been watching an eclipse in a unique fashion
Simon Bolivar aka klok: I thought they lost their "vision", not their sight
Dexter Fong: Condeliza Rice, the all breakfast Darkie
loopholo: It was, DF
cs imril: andm loop?
loopholo: But it was only intermittent, and usually related to fatigue.
cs imril: lol
Simon Bolivar aka klok: From an email from a friend, cat: Dramatis personae:
loopholo: I'd taken binoculars and stuck 'em on a tripod, stopped em down with dixie cups,
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Condoleeza Rice as Salome / Condoleeza Rice as Salome / the head of Saddam H as the head of Saddam H
loopholo: and focused the twin solar images on a sheet of paper on the sidewalk
Dexter Fong: Sounds good so far Loop
loopholo: Got a stereo pair fusable for tri-D
Simon Bolivar aka klok: darn, loop, you're supposed to aim it at an anthill!
Dexter Fong: Set the controls for the Heart of the Sun
cs imril: i may nbotr be qble to drive
cs imril: fuck
Simon Bolivar aka klok: Is that what happened after Hearts of Space went into Chapter 11?
loopholo: We watched those flares rotate a while
Dexter Fong: Cat: Move to Florida
Simon Bolivar aka klok: LOL
cs imril: nah
cs imril: i was there in 54.
cs imril: sure its even worse now
Dexter Fong: It's grown since then
Simon Bolivar aka klok: I thought the whole point of life was getting to the point where someone else drove YOU
cs imril: i hate heat, and your country just on principle
loopholo: Sounds like fatique to me, and the need for a new prescription
Dexter Fong sings You! you're driving me crazy
Simon Bolivar aka klok: I found him in Pensacola/...in a trailer by the sea
Simon Bolivar aka klok needs a new prescription
Dexter Fong: Hey he's got my shacker of salt
Dexter Fong: or is it Shaker?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: he said, "if you've come about the car...we don't have it an-y more..."
cs imril: shack la couer
cs imril: up the cul
Simon Bolivar aka klok: the royalties on this log are gonna cost us!
Dexter Fong: Bring me the Couer of Shaq
Simon Bolivar aka klok: only if simple gifts, DF
cs imril: own eel
Simon Bolivar aka klok: or the Shatt el Sharif...
loopholo: This isn't you, is it Cat? http://bantha.cjb.net/
Dexter Fong: I'm a proud ell owner, Maray
cs imril: rent trout
||||||||| 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 pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: I'm a proud eel owner, Moray
Simon Bolivar aka klok: speaking of which, Dear Friends, it's time for kwd to slither outta here
||||||||| 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..
Dexter Fong: Time to get back to the ol' coral? Klok
Simon Bolivar aka klok: get them eyeballs attended to muy pronto, Cat
cs imril: oui
Simon Bolivar aka klok: goodnight Mrs. Calabash, wherever you are...
cs imril: je crompris
Simon Bolivar aka klok: OK, Dex
Dexter Fong: Yeah Cat...we want you back next week fully sighted
loopholo: Cox? Cox? ere id ery ody go?
Simon Bolivar aka klok: in fact, while you're at it, have some spares made - they're hard to get in foreign lands (they don't see things the way we do...
Simon Bolivar aka klok: )
Simon Bolivar aka klok: ;-))
Simon Bolivar aka klok: adieu
Dexter Fong: Night Klokie
cs imril: hih
Dexter Fong: I'm outta here too, night Dear Friends
loopholo: ta
cs imril: into oblivioun wee plunge
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "12:03 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
loopholo: Build a hole deep enough...
cs imril: and china wil appear
loopholo: Well, if you feel like China...
cs imril: death to conscoiusness
loopholo: Before I sign off, I'd just like to say I enjoyed reading everybody's first firesign sagas...
cs imril: coitus exagerstus
loopholo: Especially yours, Cat
cs imril: you the one who asked sbutg itk loop?>
cs imril: good foir you, loop
loopholo: No, I was reporting from behind the Orange Curtain.
cs imril: us oldies have some perpose in oifde
loopholo: As if there was a fog upon LA and us on either side of it
cs imril: i lived there when oz happened. i t re-shaped the landscape
loopholo: I moved into it later. I was only a teenybopper at the time, though you wouldn't know it to look at me now...
cs imril: thems were good days
cs imril: and so shold ourds
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Simon Bolivar aka klok - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs imril: why are the good times only ihn the past?
loopholo: Here's hoping you've got much more you can look forward to, and at, and put it on film for somebody else to look back at...
cs imril: ok, off we go
loopholo: Forward into the past...
||||||||| At 12:11 AM, loopholo vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cs imril - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dave inside, makes a note of the time (12:30 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dave: Blank
||||||||| "12:31 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Dave, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dave into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 1:02 AM, then departs.
Dave: here and bored, sorry I was busy surfin' the web and should've come back, then the comp crashed
Dave: so, how about those puff balls, eh? fascinating objects
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dan into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 1:04 AM, then departs.
Dave: DAN! it's not us, it's close, but not us
Dave: sorry Firesign reference
Dan: okie dokie
Dave: what is your refresh on, Brian put the manual option in the menu so I could use the chat software
Dan: he did that for you? cool
||||||||| Dave, spotting Bradshaw, runs into Public Address System.
Dave: WE'D LIKE TO WARN ALL OF THOSE THAT THE CHOCK THAT IS IN YOUR REFRIDGERATOR IS TOXIC, film at 11
Dave: ER, CHALK, NOT CHOCK
Dan: haha
Dave: CHUCK THE FUCKING CHALK AT THE CHAPEL AND CHANCE THE CHIME CHINGING CHORUSLY CLOSE TO CHAIRS OF CHOICE, thank you for coming to the Barren Wasteland, part of US plus
||||||||| Dave climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:10 AM
||||||||| Dave walks away to The Aviary.
||||||||| Dave climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:12 AM
Dave: damn it's cold out there
Dan: haha
Dave: well, think I'll get off, fair well to all, yes I meant to shpeel it dat weigh
||||||||| It's 1:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dan - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dave - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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 4:31 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:
Bubbas Brain
cat
cease
Companero Senor Yamamoto
cs imril
cs
Dan
Dave
Dexter Fong
doctec
Elayne
Inane
Ken
lili
loopholo
Merlyn
Simon Bolivar aka klok
Tut
Uncle Ernie
yamamoto
URL References:
http://bantha.cjb.net/
http://issuesandalibis.org
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat
www.kevinandkell.com
www.pot-tv.net
http://www.qsyndicate.com/bitter_girl.htm
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/article/0,,482-543296,00.html



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