A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for January 23, 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 23, 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 leads Merlyn LeRoy inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn LeRoy twiddles his virtual thumbs
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
Merlyn LeRoy: Hey dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Brian
Dexter Fong: Wonder if the cold is keeping everybody in
Merlyn LeRoy: not that you'd notice from the crowd so far...
Dexter Fong: Must be mucho fria where you are , Brian
Merlyn LeRoy: Yeah, about 2 degrees now
Dexter Fong: Isn't there an El Nino or Nina this year?
Merlyn LeRoy: I don't keep up with sports...
Dexter Fong: =))
Dexter Fong: But you are a sport, I'm sure
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm no spoilsport, though
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Ralph
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cat close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
Merlyn LeRoy waves
cat: was just listening to both of you on red shift
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Ken', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cat: production coming right along now
Ken: good evening my virtual friends
Merlyn LeRoy: a red shift would make my voice lower
Dexter Fong: Hey Kend^<------(Notice spelling)
cat: let's see if we can get Red Shift out before Iraq turns red
cat: hey kend
Merlyn LeRoy: ken, you can use the name "Kend^" if you like
Ken: yep, dex, you have a mammary like an ella-phantsgerald :)
cat: the only person here not on Red Shift
Ken: oh, i've red-shifted in my life, but i'm tending toward the mauve and puce now
Dexter Fong: Cat: How's the eyesight thing you were undergoing last week?
Merlyn LeRoy: is the red shift when the commies take over running the high school?
cat: i was just typing up my micro-cassette notes from that erotic exhibit in the naples museum you told me about, kend
Ken: dah, tovarisch!
Dexter Fong: Brian: Red Shift is a football term
cat: also the trip to pompeii, which resulted in the post card i sent you
Dexter Fong: You wouldn't know cause you're not into sports
Ken: great, cat, i'll be interested in reading when you post
cat: eyesight oddly better this week, and i had to cancel my doc apt to film my actress at the scheduled hour on tuesday
Ken: i only got into sports once, when i dated a woman who played soccer ;)
Dexter Fong: You had the balls?
cat: i've typed up 16 pages of notes and i'm only in the middle of the 2nd week of an 8 week trip
Ken: yep, and she had the receptacle
Dexter Fong: Soccer blue balls
Ken: my personal balls are not decorated with hexagons and pentagons though
cat: you have to put the balls on the other side
Merlyn LeRoy: I got a card from Phil & Melinda with a picture of them in Spain or somewhere like that
Dexter Fong: Cat: Glad eyesight is better...still, don't put off eye doc appoint too long
cat: good for them
Ken: cat, i've tried that too, works great both ways
cat: hope they're enjoyng tapas as much as we did
cat: no, just rescheduled for next tuesday.
cat: i need my eyes
Dexter Fong: Ken: Wondering if you got the "By the Light of the Silvery..." reference
cat: unless i want to forget this whole film project and go back to just (shudder) radio
Ken: of course, mein freund
cat: the song?
Dexter Fong: Cat: The FST thing
Ken: and please don't start singing or talking in german to me, that's about the limit of my knowledge
cat: long john silvery?
cat: that was the original Giant Rat play
Dexter Fong: Cat: It's on "The Pink Hotel Burns Down" cassette...most Gooned out thing FST *ever* did
cat: heard it when it was first broadcast in 67
cat: its been availble from lodestone for quite some time
Dexter Fong: Yes that's where I got it
cat: i agree dex, and i havent heard much goons
Ken: for those interested in the *real* pink hotel, go to the don cesar on st. petersburg beach (florida, not russia)
cat: i thought it was much better than the pbs hound of the baskervilles on last weekend
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did it seem to you as though they kinda rewrote "Hound"?
cat: there's another giant rat ancestor, the tale of frank acne jr, forget where it is. maybe let's eat?
cat: on pbs?
Merlyn LeRoy: They made it a cat
Dexter Fong: Yes PBS
Ken: the cat that didn't bark?
cat: the tale of the giant rat of sumatra, a tale for which the world is not yet ready, an actual holmes quote from giant rat
Dexter Fong: Been awhile since I read it but don't remember the ending being quite like that
cat: yeah, i caught that at the end, where they talk about combiningn a tasmanian tiger with some odd dog
cat: i dont bark. but i must flea
Ken: i read all the holmes stories in high school in the 60's, so i'd be hard-pressed to give much detail on any of them
Dexter Fong: IIRC the villain in the Doyle story fell into the quicksand
Ken: IIRC?
Dexter Fong: If I remeber correctly
Ken: ah, another acronym mystery solved
Dexter Fong: or..If I recall correctly
Merlyn LeRoy: he fell into the moors, like desdimona
Dexter Fong: ...and there was nothing left but a floatin hanky
Ken: or did the moor fall into desdemona?
Dexter Fong: and a little panky too remember them by
Ken: dex: that reminds me, i heard of a band recently called "hanky panky confidential"
Dexter Fong: Howyah feeling this week Ken?
cat: paul desdemona?
Ken: feeling on top of the world. like the f**kin' north pole here! hasn't been up as high as freezing for 2 wks
Dexter Fong: Ken: I THink they're a cover band
Ken: dex: if they were uncovered, there wouldn't be any confidential to it
Dexter Fong: They opened for the Towels didn't they
cat: blue rondothello al a turquoise
Ken: turkish towels, IIRC
cat: border
Ken: good one, cat, a veritable synthesis
Dexter Fong: ooohhhh IIRC!! Nice going =)
cat: maybe i see your passport, mr. american army?
Dexter Fong: US 51 455 568 Sir!
Ken: i only pass port when i drink it first
Dexter Fong: brb wb
cat: oh, the texans are all striking us
cat: and it's too early for the bus bombs
cat: we;ll just have to put you UP
cat: you like port? go to portugal, kend.
Ken: i'm beginning to dislike many things from texas, but there are still many to love
cat: they have the good stuff. and they do NOT export it
cat: same with all their wine
Ken: i think port is an acquired taste, i've only had it once and never wanted more. maybe just a bad brand
cat: same with the belgians and their Real beer, etc.
Ken: of course, back then i thought mateus and manischewitz were good wines too. damned glad my tastes improved!
cat: yeah, i never liked it, the couple times i tried it years ago. then arrived at our hotel in lisbon with a bottle awaiting us on our desk
cat: one of the best tasting liquids i've ever imbibed, and that is saying something
Merlyn LeRoy: OK, here's a funny flash game: http://www.killfrog.com/00/deport.html
Ken: on a par with cidre?
cat: but they keep it for themselves, and their paying guests
Ken: i would damned sure keep the good stuff and ship the rest away from me
cat: no, totally different. cidre is like REALLY GOOD champagne/sparkling wine. light on the pallete. like really good water for that matter
cat: the portugese also make the best liquer i could ever imagine tasting, though cant pronounce it
Ken: some of the best whiskey i ever had was suntory from japan. was imported here a few years then seemed to disappear
cat: i had some in japan. never liked whiskey, or anything stronger than wine for that matter
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Ken: not as good as a great single-malt scotch, but better than most bourbons
Dexter Fong: Elayne, hi!
Ken: hi elayne, remember, you're on probation :)
Elayne: Hey Dex, you were right about the comet screens, I found 'em in the East Indian guy's shop next to my office.
Dexter Fong: Ken: Single barrel bourbons can be extraordinary...IIRC
Elayne: Probation???
Ken: look at your "entry" phrase
Merlyn LeRoy: 'ello
Dexter Fong: lol Elayne
Elayne: Oh, the entrance thingy...
Merlyn LeRoy: Yes, you will no longer be in prison
Elayne: But radio prison is wonderful! It's full of bees and spiders! I mean, tears, like pretty flowers!
cat: hey el
Dexter Fong: In-a my Radio Prism....filter out all bad stuff...nothing but good music
Elayne: Anyway Dex, using up what's in my pipe with the old screen, then presto-change'o!
Elayne: Hey Cat!
Dexter Fong: E: It's good to breathe again, huh?
Ken: "the curse of the soiled screen" starring jack o'lantern
cat: breathing, a rare and much appreciated treat
Elayne: Oh Dex, you don't know how relieved I am to, um, relieve the tension around here. The idiots upstairs are hanging on till the last bitter moment...
Elayne: They moved in on evenings and weekends over a period of a month and a half, looks like they're moving out the same way.
Dexter Fong: E: They too shall pass
Elayne: So getting into an altered state to deal with this is practically mandatory.
Dexter Fong: 9 out of 10 doctors say that
Elayne: *sigh* So I keep trying to tell myself, Dex. (Even blogged about it, in pretty much those words, a few days ago.)
Ken: a great paddy chayesky (sp?) play/novel/movie
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Did you play Robin "By the Light of the Silvery..." yet?
cat: you a blogger, el?
Elayne: I thought I'd mentioned that, Cat. http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
Elayne: I'd link to the Firesign blogs, but only Phil ever seems to contribute, and that's every so often. I try to write a little something every day.
Elayne stuffs in the earplugs again... *sigh*
||||||||| Catherwood leads Fardel Nostrum inside, makes a note of the time (9:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: No, Dex, it hasn't exactly been a good listening atmosphere around here lately. It'll probably happen in February after the idiots leave.
Dexter Fong: Far out!
Fardel Nostrum: Howdy
Elayne: We've kind of put our lives on hold until this unpleasantness is over.
Ken: i've been waiting for you, fardel
Elayne: Hey Fardel.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey fardel
cat: maybe he's busy inserting his old story into his blog
Fardel Nostrum: Hi El and Merl
Ken: now that you're here, i don't know what to do!
cat: far del out!
Elayne: You know, if you're going to insert things into blogs you really have to tamp 'em down good before you smoke 'em.
Ken: e: i lived in tampa for a while, familiar with that motion
Merlyn LeRoy: I thought blogs were too damp to light
Fardel Nostrum: Better than fuddle oaroound
cat: the woodpecker thing he did for fred's mag
Dexter Fong: Do not Tamper with this Blog under penalty of law
cat: you dont smoke anyway, merl
Merlyn LeRoy: not after sex, at least
Dexter Fong: But before???
Fardel Nostrum: Put yur feet in the blog but not yur hands
Ken: during?
cat: that spontaneous combustion can be over rated
Dexter Fong: and over heated
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe "fume" is more accurate?
Dexter Fong: No Fumar por favor
cat: ah, canadian
Ken: sex can be a volatile time
Fardel Nostrum: I'm not put out by spontaneous combustion..
cat: hey its one of those funny languages
cat: i thought i saw the last of them in europe!
cat: and the first of them Turned My Stomch
Merlyn LeRoy: since the big auto companies took over, combustion isn't so spontaneous
Dexter Fong: Funny Languages; a holy owned subsidiary of the Funny Names Club of America
cat: or a wet news week
Fardel Nostrum: not healthy to internalize combustion, ulcers and poor gas mileage
Elayne: Poor gas mileage? Squeeze it over there, maybe it'll pass another.
cat: iin this Shell, we call...
Merlyn LeRoy: but you get more gas, peorgie
Dexter Fong: Passing one on the inside , Cheif
Elayne: Oh, I'm sorry, you're talking Gasoline. Well, if it's drugs you want...
Merlyn LeRoy: where's ethel?
Fardel Nostrum: Ricky?
Fardel Nostrum: Juicy??
cat: You're bringing Fidel Castro home for dinner?
Ken: you got some 'splanin' to do
Fardel Nostrum: how about the devil??
Ken: ah, the devil. a subject with which i'm wll acquainted :)
Dexter Fong: How about the Devil's Golf Course?
cat: have a cigar
Fardel Nostrum: Oh, the devilmaster...
Dexter Fong: Ken Faust; Devil's Advocat
Ken: when you smoke a cigar, is it proper to lick it to seal the surface? i did that in front of a friend yesterday, he thought i was nuts.
cat: the finish liquer?
Dexter Fong: ...and first rate Caddy
cat: i dont do ads for nobody
Ken: dex, i'm the devil's avocado
Dexter Fong: KeN : Licking is good
cat: only if you got it from monica, kend
Ken: green wrinkly skin, soft to the touch, hard inside
Merlyn LeRoy: were you licking baby seals?
Elayne: Dang. The comment section of my weblog (which is actually on a different server) has been switching on and off like a crazy monkey all evening...
Ken: spank that monkey
Merlyn LeRoy: I tried to form a baby seals club, but everybody got mad
Dexter Fong: 8 to the bar
Fardel Nostrum: Red Green Black and the Blueboys will play now...
cat: yeah, those monks are all Cray Zee
cat: have some labrador dope, merl
Dexter Fong: Far: No...we're going to the news
cat: that'll keep em trans-fixed while you club em
Merlyn LeRoy: oh, you must mean the Cray Z, the world's nuttiest supercomputer
Dexter Fong: lol Merl
Ken: filled with pecans and filberts
cat: the 9 billin names of grid have to counted by somebody
Fardel Nostrum: The Fried CHicken Insurance Company of New England???
Dexter Fong: They're sponsering the News
Ken: fardel: is that whole life or term?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:54 PM and late as usual, it's chumpthreads, just back from Billville."
cat: heart felt, connecticut
cat: hey el, you ever seen carlin?
Ken: hi, chumpster
Dexter Fong: 'yo CHump!
cat: threadbare And chumpy?
Fardel Nostrum: One life at a time and it's under yur terms..
cat: attornies at Loss
Ken: i remember alvin and the chumpminks
cat: the martians on red shift are reminding me of them a bit Too much, ken
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, but fur is murder on the stereo needle
Dexter Fong: ...and it's under yur pillow, left by the insurance fairy...Of Heartfelt New England
cat: wha'ts chumping?
Ken: i knew an insurance fairy once, but i think he since died of aids
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'm sorry...I was doing a lot of helium that day
cat: still chumping at the bit?
Fardel Nostrum: Where Jesus in all this....in the desert?
chumpthreads: im high on life
Ken: in the dessert: flambeed christ over spiced apples
Dexter Fong: So Jezus was mixed up in this bottle of capers....well, I'd soon find out who's behind was this
cat: on one of the Hour Hour shows, the firesign asked, "hey, we're in the middle of the desert. what are 15 million people doing here?"
cat: jesus has a cigar up his behind?
cat: Holy Smoke
Dexter Fong: The Camel Walk? Cat
Ken: lol!
chumpthreads: but its reallyh good shit Mrs Presky!
Ken: put that turd in the hookah, fire up that shit
Fardel Nostrum: It's so bad , it's the worst street in town, it's so bad
cat: not Look, chump?
cat: this is getting more and more cheech and chong meet george carlin
Dexter Fong: Hiya Friend, Starbuck Presky here; professional Game Show contestant and Trick Harpoonist extrordimaire
cat: and smoke some Really Good Shit
cat: that actually may have happened here couple nights ago, if not before
Ken: is carlin still into dope humor at all or has he graduated to strictly politics?
Dexter Fong: Sorry Far: strayed from the script =)
chumpthreads: or shit some really good smoke
Fardel Nostrum: How do buffulo chip smoke, cat??
cat: almost purely sex and death, ken
cat: saw him for the first time ever live on tuesday night
Dexter Fong: and?
Ken: orgasm is sometimes called "the little death" so there is a connection
cat: found out about it on sunday aft, lucky enough to score a ticken on monday
chumpthreads: saw who cat?
Dexter Fong: Cat: you mean the little man in the boat drowns??
Ken: i'd score that ticken as 5.9
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cat: his warm up act was suprisingly funny. never heard of him. comes out and tells some mildly funny jokes, then launches into a series of singer parodies, exquisite.
Dexter Fong: on the Andy Richter scale?
Ken: dex: i gave mouth to mouth and revived the man in the boat ;)
cat: took requests. some one yelled out Elvis and he did an elvis ad for burger king that was on a par with rat in the box
Dexter Fong: Heroes are made not born
cat: then we had half an hour to piss away what we drank before the show and filll up for carlin.
Dexter Fong: afk for a sec
cat: so calrin comes out and talks about touring the states and observing weather vains.
cat: a real story, or so you think. and then he says, why are there only cocks on weather vains?
Ken: you're so vain.....
cat: because if there were cunts, the wind would blow right through them
chumpthreads: the bit about thew cunts is old
Ken: must have been fun
chumpthreads: he recycles a lot of material
cat: then into a long bit about suicide.
cat: who has the time?
Dexter Fong: thrift Horatio, thrift
Ken: chump: there are only about 3 original jokes in the world
cat: he said half the show was from his last hbo special but we dont get that in canada
chumpthreads: oic
cat: kept me laughin til 10:10
Ken: a priest, a rabbi, and a minister walk into a bar with a miniature dog....
Dexter Fong: 10-4 good buddy
Fardel Nostrum: Too much duty on good jokes traveling to Canada,..cat???
Dexter Fong: he said duty huh huh
cat: we export, dont import
Dexter Fong: No es importante
cat: he had a good joke about 2 rabbis go into a bar
cat: cojparing that to musicians, who play one chord and everyone sings along
cat: why dont comedians have that kind of following? but the Firesign do
Dexter Fong: huh?
cat: a group can play the first few words of a famous song, and everyone sings along
cat: so he wondered, why don't comedians start a joke and everyone yells along with it?
Ken: i can name that tune in 2 notes
chumpthreads: firesign is a musical group
Dexter Fong: I can tell that joke in one syllable
Fardel Nostrum: I like the words to Cage's 4:33
cat: but firesign fans have done that since before the beginning
cat: chump, that was what bergman wanted to do
Ken: fardel: i memorized that one in less than an hour
cat: so does ossman, fardel. that's what got him fired from his npr job
Dexter Fong: using the Tiger Wood school of memorization
Ken: how's that, dex? use a 9 iron and follow through?
||||||||| doctec enters at 10:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cat: ya know, tiger W will probably live long enough that he'll be the only tiger in it
Dexter Fong: Stay Chipper and always whole out
Ken: yo, doc
doctec: hi gang
cat: and speaking of tigers...
Fardel Nostrum: Hi doc
Dexter Fong: Heigh Doc
cat: wha'ts up, lili's tiger?
doctec: grrrrr.....
doctec: ...or should i say ... exxon?
Merlyn LeRoy: hey doc
Ken: hold that tiger
cat: nick exxon, he's so bad...
cat: now hold him over there
Fardel Nostrum: hold the lettuce
Ken: HOW BAD IS HE? (the audience yells)
cat: el, you still there?
cat: she fades off
Dexter Fong: She's fading Cat:
cat: wanted to talk to both doc and el at the Same Time
Ken: ooh, a threeway!
Dexter Fong: U can still do that Cat; but just one will respond
Fardel Nostrum: Noncomplaining Elayne, off in the sunset
doctec: dang
doctec: i guess i missed, eh?
Dexter Fong: by thaaaaaaaat much Doc
doctec: and dave's not here ... also...
chumpthreads: the last time I joined the chat it was still mirc; this is sooo much better
doctec: was he earlier?
Dexter Fong: No Doc
doctec: oh
Dexter Fong: Like he's here every night, ...but thursday
doctec: oh
Ken: i talked to dave saturday, didn't mention not coming tonight
Merlyn LeRoy: glad you think so, chumpT
doctec: yeah, brian has done a kickass job on this browser chat app
Dexter Fong: Let's hear it for Brian, metaphysically impossible thought that is
cat: chump, you ve been gone for a Long Time
Fardel Nostrum: That black dog could be keeping him busy
cat: yay, bf
Ken: chump: the big ball in the sky came and went several times since we've seen you
chumpthreads: yeah, work and life got inthe way
Dexter Fong: Ah Far.....
doctec: what a ball
Merlyn LeRoy bows
Dexter Fong: but does not break
Ken arrows
Dexter Fong: Ken: Straight?
Fardel Nostrum: Ken Do
Ken: until the right temptation comes along, dex ;)
chumpthreads: shades of ted nugent
Dexter Fong: Night temptation lol
Ken: "Try everything once, except incest and folk dancing". -- Sir Thomas Beecham, English orchestral conductor
Dexter Fong: well one out of 2 aint bad
Ken: i am glad i open my "quotes" file before the chat every week, i always have at least one good one to contribute
Dexter Fong: TY Ken
chumpthreads: ken why did you drop the d?
Dexter Fong: Yah know, I combined the 2 Ken: Insect Dancing
Ken: here's a bonus quote at no extra charge: "Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that's even remotely true!" --Homer Simpson
Ken: chump: when i registered for IRC that was the closest to my name i could get. here, i'm the only "ken" so i can be anything i want
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:19 PM and late as usual, it's klokwkdog, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: Hey Klok
Ken: mr. klok, welcome aboard
doctec: hi klok
Fardel Nostrum: What's up, klok
klokwkdog: we can be anything we want?!
chumpthreads: be all that you can be in trhe, oh forget it
klokwkdog: nobody todl ME!
Merlyn LeRoy: hey dog
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: You can be the Doctor agian, Klok, Ken and I'll be the nurses
klokwkdog: I have to timeshare this with another matter
Ken: poor elayne
doctec: alas poor elayne, i knew her well - but not her cistern
Ken: i wanna be the indians, you all can be the cowboys
Dexter Fong: Don't let that Matter Horn in
klokwkdog: deep subject, DT
doctec: yes and i need to work on red shift so i will be timesharing as well
Dexter Fong: Her cistern is tarnished
Ken: for such a shallow mind.....
Ken: brian: why is everyone except cat alphabetical here?
Dexter Fong: and the terible chat drought continues
||||||||| Catherwood ushers cease imril into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:22 PM, then departs.
Merlyn LeRoy: cat hasn't been talking, so he's fading to gray and put at the end
Ken: ah, cat's altar ego
cease imril: i dissappeared
Dexter Fong: And now he's a ceased
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cat at 10:23 PM
cease imril: trying to access logs, i got carried away
doctec: cusiosity killed the cat, maimed the mouse
Ken: i didn't notice the fade to gray there
Dexter Fong: Like a tsunamie Cat?
Merlyn LeRoy: Just open a new browser window, cat
cease imril: ok, doc, what i wanted to talk to you and el simultaneously is....
Merlyn LeRoy: they all got windows now
chumpthreads: instead of accessing logs im burning them
cease imril: right after you leave merlyn and the other drunk nasatellites, you next hear el's voice as hg welles editor
doctec: by the way, domine domine domine you're all microserfs now
cease imril: right?
Ken: my windows are double paned (arthritis AND sciatica)
Fardel Nostrum: anybody see the Lincoln logs??
doctec: cat, yes that's what i'm working on tonight
Dexter Fong: Hi : I
cease imril: i'd like Hail Britiannia to be the intro do that. the instrumental, and not necessarily jeremy's
cease imril: yo catch my meaning, if you get my drift
Dexter Fong: Arthur Anderson..I dont ma,e windows but I do sell 'em
chumpthreads: somebody pass the ceez logs
chumpthreads: chees\z
doctec: ok, i'll see if i can dig up an mp3 from the web
cease imril: ok , the lyrics go " hail, brittania, brittania rules the waves"
Dexter Fong: "Britains never nevern shall be slaves"
Ken: i don't eat cheese logs, limit myself to twigs
cease imril: so we start with the music, assuming anyone who cared would know the lyrics, if you follow
doctec: i would suggest an instrumental version, not one w/singing
cease imril: "hail brittania,
Dexter Fong: Hi: I'm Brittania...I'm not a sklave but I *do* sell 'em
Fardel Nostrum: they're good for a toss
Ken: doc: can i offer you a light bagpipe version, with a touch of tannin?
klokwkdog: I think that first line is an exhortation, not a statement of fact and the word is actually "rule" the waves
chumpthreads: hail rock and roll
cease imril: and then at the "brit" part of birtannia rules the waves, fade in El's voice..."It's gonna be huge, HG"
cease imril: see what i mean?
Dexter Fong: Klok = Unte
cease imril: it plays with the sound expectation in your mind: Brit= It's
Dexter Fong: bleah
cease imril: you follow me hear, doc?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'mrmuckle', just granted probation at 10:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease imril: oh klok? bon nuit
Ken: the muckmeister
Fardel Nostrum: Hey muck!
Dexter Fong: Honey!
cease imril: mcuk and klock. a feast of k sounds
mrmuckle: hiyaz all...............
Dexter Fong: afk: refill
Ken: not high here
doctec: cat i'll give it a try but if it sounds awkward i'll try something else
Ken: "if wishes were horses then beggars would ride"
Merlyn LeRoy points out that he's gray now
doctec: if wishes were trees, the trees would be falling
Ken: merlyn: grecian formula solves that problem
doctec: Say it ain't so Merl!
cease imril: ok, but do you see what i'm thinking here, doc?
mrmuckle: if riders were wishes, wishers would beg
Merlyn LeRoy: ok, I'm not gray now
klokwkdog: unte?
Fardel Nostrum: we all get a little grayer and a little slower...
cease imril: the "it" sound in brittania resonanting in peoplles brains cuz of the music suddenly becoming El's "It's" intro into her lines
klokwkdog: our fade to black act
cease imril: downright firesonian in audio sophistication
klokwkdog: what's that Shakespeare bit about the mortal coil?
Ken: cat: nice concept, but i'd wager not 1 of 100 people know that tune or the words to it
doctec: cat: yes, i see
cease imril: good
Dexter Fong: Klok: It's to far back to retrieve
Ken: klok: something about shuffling off to buffalo
cease imril: i wanted to get el and robin's feed back but they have departed
doctec: i think ken may be right - just having a couple of bars of rule brit play before elayne speaks is enough to set the scene
cease imril: shuffle those buffles
klokwkdog: some kind of wobbly thing?
Fardel Nostrum: The Bozo DoDa Band plays the Brits' favourites
doctec: i will have a grandfather clock ticking in the background
klokwkdog: workers of the world unte?
Ken: buffalos wobble but they don't fall down.....
cease imril: ken, out of every billion people alive, how many of the Get firesign theatre refs?
Fardel Nostrum: Is he related to Carl Clock??
cease imril: why should i seek a larger audience?
Dexter Fong: DooDah DooDah!
Fardel Nostrum: or carol??
Ken: yeah, cat, not too damned many
mrmuckle: picking on the Wobblies again?
doctec: also, is wells' office part of a larger group of offices in a bizniz building or is this his private study in his house?
cease imril: private study.
Ken: "beat my meat onthe toilet seat, doo dah, doo dah....."
cease imril: dont thik they had office bldgs in 19th century
doctec: (i'm asking from an ambience standpoint)
doctec: ok thanks cat
Dexter Fong: "pulled my pud on the Mississippi mud, somebody beat on the mare
klokwkdog: IWW forever!
cease imril: i catch your meaning, doc. those rich enough to be publishers had very private domains, i suspect. robin would know, ask him
mrmuckle: it was a 3-story highrise
Fardel Nostrum: The shower has great ambience...
Ken: it was a dark and stormy night....
cease imril: i want just that itnro hail britannia rif then into "it's" without any background clutter
doctec: it had a 4th floor but that's another story
klokwkdog: kind of an oxymoron highrise, then?
klokwkdog: i drove to Inverness, but never found a 4th tower...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:36 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs chumpthreads by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Hi: I'm Oxy...I'm not a moron but i *do* sell them
cease imril: you're leaving, chump? you barely got here
Fardel Nostrum: News at 11... dumb bulls in highrise...
Dexter Fong: Broken China everywhere
cease imril: duck anchovies? nicht
cease imril: hong kong over here, taiwan over there
Dexter Fong: Ve haff vays to make you Duck
Ken: taiwan on and you will regret it tomorrow
mrmuckle: if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it must be a Bush
Dexter Fong: Burn that Bush
mrmuckle: smoke him out
Dexter Fong: Saieth Moses
cease imril: where's duckman when we need him?
cease imril: eh, phil?
Fardel Nostrum: THe miracle of the burning Bush... it speaks ,/;')*&^^
Dexter Fong: Gone south for the wintrer
mrmuckle: Calling Doctor Duck!!!
cease imril: were you here before, fardel?
Ken: don't misunderestimate him
mrmuckle: is there a ductor in the house?
doctec: what the hellare YOU starin' at!?
Ken: i'm the duct tape doctor
mrmuckle: you talkin' to ME?
Dexter Fong: I've got *my* eyes closed
Fardel Nostrum: I've ben ear and there for a while, but not in two places
Dexter Fong: ence all the tylor
mrmuckle: You talkin' to ME???
cease imril: i was away from this group for a couple of monthes. not sure who has joined since then
Ken: you can't HANDLE the truth!
cease imril: no, you[re talkng to yourself,muck
Fardel Nostrum: how about a turkey tuck??
cease imril: liv tylor?
Dexter Fong: Handle this! Please!!
cease imril: a mouth big enough to swallow Lord of the rings
klokwkdog: we let in all kinda riff-raff, Cat
||||||||| loopholo waltzes in at 10:41 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
klokwkdog: we gave them your bedroom
Ken: put down that pickle, dex
Fardel Nostrum: hey loop
cease imril: including the firesign thee at tree
doctec: lupe?
Ken: the holographic loop
Dexter Fong: Ken: But it's got tiny bumps opn it
cease imril: hang on lupe, lupe hang on
loopholo: Does anybody want this doorknocker?
cease imril: ken burns, we drown
doctec: i already have one
Dexter Fong: ...and stay outta the bathroom Lupe!
Ken: i want a pair of knockers
cease imril: i didnt know doors could get pregnant
Fardel Nostrum: Knock Twice??
Dexter Fong: Cat: the *key* hole
loopholo: We used to have another
doctec: doors in the slaughterhouse
cease imril: mr morrison, here is your lovely baby, uh...demon!
Ken: it all boils down to sex, doesn't it?
loopholo: Schlacthof funf?
cease imril: but we spliffed it with the sound effects gnome
Dexter Fong: I like my sex sauted
cease imril: number 5, mubler 5
Ken: braised is good too
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'nurse judy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: In *virgin* olive oil huh huh
Ken: speak of sex, nurse judy appears as if by magic :)
Fardel Nostrum: Hey Jude
cease imril: how's it goin, loop?
cease imril: johnson?
nurse judy: topless and mindless
Dexter Fong trys it...it doesn't work =((
cease imril: take a sad song, and make it
cease imril: how goes it, nurse
Ken: two great qualities in a woman, judy ;)
Dexter Fong: and a Nurse too Ken
Ken: "a bra is a terrible thing to waste"
loopholo: There's been some shimmering over by that gorseberry Bush
nurse judy: nursing a dink between the lines
Dexter Fong: It's Dr. Demento
cease imril: i dont think people have good or bad qualities, ken. just what they do with them
cease imril: we await silent tristero's empire
Dexter Fong: Dr. Imril: What can I do with my killer instinct
mrmuckle: choices..."its all in how you hold your mouth..."
cease imril: put a nuzzle over it
Ken: dex: put deodorant on it, won't stinct any more
doctec: goose buried bush?
loopholo: Where can I go to get my poodle clipped in Burbank?
Fardel Nostrum: Put the balls on the other side and watch them spin....
cease imril: the double knits. give me the shits
doctec: leave 'im with winona ryder
Ken: loop: ralph spoilsport's coif-du-jour
cease imril: i need some gnits today!
Dexter Fong: but the Tartan pla, it aint so vbad
nurse judy: a hand in the bush is worth two in the tush
loopholo: They are the pits, those double nits
mrmuckle: Ventura Blvd and Cahuenga
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:47 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Dexter Fong: By one settle for just one folks
cease imril: i used to live near there
Ken: bun!
cease imril: and speaking of hopping off the planet....
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Fardel Nostrum: Hello Bun
Bunnyboy: hey, like how I can see everybody in the room, now.
nurse judy: can you couch this bozo
loopholo: near Mr. Ed's, for threads?
Ken: klok and merlyn are fading fast
Merlyn LeRoy: hey bb
loopholo: I imagine you can if you administer the toxins, Nurse Judy
cease imril: give him the really big disease
Ken: ricin pudding
cease imril: ease him the really big dis
Dexter Fong: Give him the really short chair
Bunnyboy: doc: Cakewalk is releasing a new product in March: Project 5.
nurse judy: we've all got it now
loopholo: It's actually sort of a deathstyle
doctec: bb: yeah i saw that
Dexter Fong: of the Rich and deceased
Bunnyboy: It's a soft synth and effects workstation.
nurse judy: unclean unclean
Bunnyboy drools
doctec: whole sh*tload of cool stuff out of namm this year
Ken: do loostner's castor oil flakes have ricin in them?
doctec: did you see the eKo?
cease imril: whats up, bun?
cease imril: hey i saw 2 towers and Minortiy
Dexter Fong: Ken: Only your DMR
cease imril: report last week]
Bunnyboy: The PLAGUE! The PLAGUE!
cease imril: but not yet bowels for columbine
Ken: de plain! de plain!
Bunnyboy: "When I said 'Gay Plague', I meant HAPPY Plague!"
loopholo: The department of precrime predicted you'd say that, Cat
nurse judy: all hail the talking turd
cease imril: happy hairy cocks?
Dexter Fong: ...and the whispering whiz
cease imril: any of you, aside from fading klock, know pk dick?
Bunnyboy: ALL ABOUT EVE is out on DVD, and it's wunnerful.
loopholo: I guess Thwacker got the appointment because Fred Phelps was unavailable
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not personally
cease imril: the most firesonian of authors, and my personal fave
Bunnyboy: "Howdy Ho!"
cease imril: goodbye, mo
loopholo: Not personally. Rudy Rucker kept hallucinating that he ran into him...
doctec: fasten your seat belts - it's going to be a bumpy ride!
cease imril: i thought flick captured a dickian world quite well
cease imril: i read that too, loop
Ken: hee hee, he said "dick"
nurse judy: the firesonian institute
Dexter Fong: and flick too huh huh
Bunnyboy: I know little more than dick about Dick, aside from the movies that were inspired/ripped off from his work.
loopholo: I saw Minority Report last week also
cease imril: you know pk dick tales, nurse?
Dexter Fong: Player Killer Dick, aat your cervix
nurse judy: i red some in jr high
Ken: pk dick had a tail?
cease imril: Fumiyo and I just incorporated as a film/radio production company yesterday. shot our first footage on blue screen, etc
Bunnyboy: Oops. Shouldn't say dick. Nobody will read the log. Or they'll be offended, and start a long thread on the NG.
loopholo: I've got a few PK Dick books; Valis, Ubik, Scanner Darkly...
Bunnyboy: Hey, there's an idea!
cease imril: the ultimate film project from other than our own brains, would be pk dick's story The Electric Ant
Ken: wrap a long thread around their dicks and see what happens
nurse judy: oh boy sutpid dick jokes
cease imril: 2nd would be his novel Ubiq, for which he wrote a screenplay, for goddard's old mate
Dexter Fong: ...and the terrible NG dick drought continues
Ken: lol, dex
loopholo: Any other kind of dick jokes?
Bunnyboy: nurse: That's sutPUD! Haw!
doctec: c'mon, floks, these are the dicks - i mean jokes -
loopholo: I provided some graphics for Total Recall...
cease imril: hey, the firesign recent proclivitiy for dick jokes- is that ref to pkd?
Dexter Fong: Loop: *Private* dick jokes (nedge, nudge)
Bunnyboy: Shriveled Dick, Pop. 3/4
cease imril: nurse, are there such a thing as smart dick jokes?
Bunnyboy: It's Waltz Time, agin.
Dexter Fong: lol Bunny
Ken: loop: graphic artist or computer animator?
loopholo: Awnald is about to go under, and he asks for "athletic...but demure"
nurse judy: i drive the mini-vans difference
loopholo: animator
Ken: judy: i drive a dodge minivan
cease imril: matilda?
Dexter Fong: crockagator
Bunnyboy: Was Sharon Stone in full-feathered audition mode on the Golden Globes, or what?
cease imril: pair
nurse judy: talking stick?
Fardel Nostrum: What?
loopholo: Whose golden globes auditioned to stone sharon?
Ken: yeah, she's got some real golden globes, huh?
cease imril: shticque?
Dexter Fong: Sit quietly and carry a talking stick
Bunnyboy: Screw your "courage" to the sticking point.
Ken: speaking of crocagator, did you hear that the man who invented the jackelope died recently?
Bunnyboy: Down, Courage! Down, boy!
Dexter Fong: He said "screw" huh huh
nurse judy: Nip on these
loopholo: A crockogator bit her husband's foot
cease imril: how are the bunnies, bun?
Bunnyboy: Ken: Yup. And Nell Carter. R.I.P.
cease imril: and?
loopholo: Hey, bboy, that's a Gaston line from BaTB...
Dexter Fong: I got my Hot Crockagator at a yar sale
Ken: she ain't misbehavin' no mo
Bunnyboy: cat: They are jest fine, although they have a new...erhm...trans-species relative.
loopholo: He still published the SF Chronicle anyway
Ken: also this week: hirschfeld and mauldin
cease imril: that's like a new yolk her cartoon where we supply the punch line, judy
cease imril: they dropping like cartoon flies, ken
Bunnyboy: loop: Gaston? BaTB? Quelle est?
cease imril: fuck
Dexter Fong: Have some more punch, Nurse?
loopholo: Wow, open season on cartoonists this week...
doctec: cat: just emailed you an MP3 of Rule Brit i just dug up from the net.
cease imril: ok
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: cat: Yup, it's a boy. A 9 1/2 week old Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, named...HENRY!
Dexter Fong: Jah Rule Brit
cease imril: fuck new york
Ken: one was 99, other 81, lived full lives
cease imril: d old york too
Fardel Nostrum: Catherwood's a little fast
loopholo: Um, Beauty and The Beast "He'll wreak havoc in our village if we let him wander free...
Dexter Fong: Cat: Why the outburst?
nurse judy: canuck amok
Dexter Fong: lol
doctec: saw gangs of new york w/lili the other night - we were both quite blown away by it
loopholo: doctec, zat Bonzo Dog from Gorilla, Rule Britannia?
nurse judy: pig iglies?
Bunnyboy: loop: Ah, sehr gut. Thanks. I think the ref is also in...ehrm...the Scottish tragedy, by Will Whatsisname.
doctec: lupe: no, it's the real thing
loopholo: Shake a spear? zat another dick joke?
nurse judy: greg torso is wonderful
Dexter Fong: If you're up to it Loop
doctec: as you like it...
Ken: loop: no point on mine, it's rather blunt
Bunnyboy: loop: Only if you "get" the "point". Ahr!
loopholo: oops, time to put the munchkin beddy by, back in a mo
Dexter Fong: Helmets and Full metal Jackets
nurse judy: that's craig torso is wonderful
Ken has more of a dart than a spear anyway.....
||||||||| loopholo departs at 11:04 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: Blunt Tool, Substitute D.A.
nurse judy: let's make up and be friendly
Dexter Fong: lol Bun
doctec: been reading up on the five points since seeing gangs, contrary to what some critics have said, the film does a fantastic job of capturing the mid-1800's lower manhattan slum area
cease imril: by loop o lo
Dexter Fong: Here, Nurse, try these Revlon products
Bunnyboy: back in a bit. Food break.
Ken: if food break, use glue
nurse judy: only her crossdresser knows for sure
Dexter Fong: Musilage Ken
Ken: jesus was a crossdresser
Bunnyboy: If I had glue, I ....*huff*....wouldn't need food...
cease imril: how would you know, doc?
Bunnyboy: LEap!
cease imril: ok,i just had my first cinematography class last night'
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "11:06 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Nurse: I've been to somer angry bureaus, but never a cross dresser
nurse judy: this is a bag of airplane glue
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm going to cut out too, might be back later...
cease imril: the teacher told us to see it and if i have to, i will
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy rushes off, saying "11:06 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Let's get high and bag some MIGs
Ken: thanks for warning, brian ;)
cease imril: ive seena fair amount of scorscese but i do not detect his genius
nurse judy: the last tmptation
nurse judy: stick this e where it belongs
Dexter Fong: is the best
cease imril: didnt see that. read the book though
doctec: gangs is his most ambitious flick yet, the very last shot sums up the movie so perfectly - i think he's done an amazing job on this one
cease imril: my recent/current play Red Shift mildly influenced by his Kundun flick
nurse judy: gives a new meaning to the dead end kids?
cease imril: yeah, doc, but you like 2 towers. where the fuck is klock when i can argue with someone who actually know tolkien?
doctec: dicaprio is passable, but see it for daniel day lewis's performance - he's brilliant in this flick
Ken: mr.muckle has been parenthesized
nurse judy: passable as the titanic
doctec: nurse judy: there really was a gang called the bowery boys back then - along with the plug uglys, the dead rabbits, the five points gang, and many others
Dexter Fong: must away...wife has parking spot =)) night to those who leave....
nurse judy: you know it and i know it
nurse judy: did the pugs wear the hats?
doctec: many of those gangs morphed in subsequent years into the mafia crews of the '20s
||||||||| loopholo waltzes in at 11:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
loopholo: I appear to have found the other doorknocker
nurse judy: big al was a 5 pointer
doctec: each gang had its own mode of dress that distinguished it from the other gangs
Ken: wb, loop
Ken: ah, a nice pair of knockers they are, too
loopholo: I didn't *know* Tolkien...
doctec: interestingly, in 1991 a number of excavations were carried out in the area that was at one time the five points and a lot of interesting artifacts were dug up
Ken: well, is it art or is it fact? you be the judge
doctec: http://r2.gsa.gov/fivept/wlafp.htm
Fardel Nostrum: dig up the dirt on somebody... news at 11
Ken: archaeologists on parade
nurse judy: just missed it
loopholo: so cat, did you take issue with Jackson's bent Towers?
nurse judy: the parade's gone by
klokwkdog: OK sorry, a friend died and I had to deal with it
Ken: sorry to hear, klok, my condolences
cease imril: i'm on phone
doctec: yes, my condolences as well
nurse judy: so when does Austin not come on again
klokwkdog: thanks; a great co-worker from the old radar days
Fardel Nostrum: help the knockers, pairade...
Ken: judy, it could be as early as tonight
klokwkdog: we were racking our brains trying to find the rest of the gang to at least inform them; it was a semi-TDT type situation
nurse judy: you mean he was not here already and I missed it?
Ken: doncha hate when that happens, judy?
klokwkdog: Austin was not here again! Darn!
Ken: maybe he will read this and not be here next week too?
loopholo: Austin's the only one I haven't ever spoken with.
nurse judy: when are the rest if the firesign not going to be here?
Ken: they are not anywhere at all
Fardel Nostrum: No proc??
nurse judy: you've never spoken not spoken with me
cease imril: semi tdt?
cease imril: what means that?
cease imril: not quite dead?
klokwkdog: I knew it! That's where they go when the light stays on!
loopholo: I'm sorry not sorry
Ken: great piece in newest scientific american with a quote about "two places at once" that made me chuckle at the quantumness of it all
cease imril: nurse, were you here when pa and others werehere?
klokwkdog: she went into hospital for some kind of liver infection and expired suddenly
cease imril: i'm from nairobi, ma'm. isnt everybody?
nurse judy: no only when they made their non appearnaces
doctec: nairobi trio?
Ken: no, cat, i'm from the far flung isles of langerhans
cease imril: have a cigar
klokwkdog: later in the season, DT, later in the season
loopholo: Was it Edie Adams in the Nairobi Trio,
nurse judy: i have the dts now
loopholo: or was it the other way around...
cease imril: how many arounds do you have?
Ken: quite the zoophilic mental picture there
cease imril: the doc technicals?
nurse judy: bocsh was a dutch master?
mrmuckle: twice around is always nice
doctec: spend a little dime with me...
cease imril: hey nurse, have you seen garden of heavenly delights?
loopholo: Jack Lemon was a Nairobi
Ken: smile a little smile for me, rose marie.....
nurse judy: i'd like to eat eddie's adams apple
klokwkdog: they were all in rubber masks
doctec: ok, i'm switching to audio editing mode so i have to bid you all adieu... it's been a pleasure as always
doctec: y'all take care & have a better one...
cease imril: at the spanish pavilion in venice architecture show, the floor was that
Ken: nite, tom, take it easy (or any way you can get it)
nurse judy: yes i've been there it was quite trptyche
mrmuckle: Edie, Ernie and Ronnie Reagan
doctec: ...and don't fidget while I talk!
cease imril: i saw the real thing at the prado a few weeks ago.
klokwkdog: a duo to you 2 dt
Fardel Nostrum: nite, doc
doctec: you bet i will ken
loopholo: happy harmonics, dt...
doctec: ttfn (ta ta for now)...
doctec: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz - click -
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctec by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cease imril: a representation of any great art is to how good it is compares to what a picture of food is to what you can live on
||||||||| mrmuckle runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's mrmuckle?! It's 11:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:25 PM, dragging mrmuckllll by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
cease imril: well, doc has to run off to bring my play into existance.
nurse judy: you can't eat art as my father used to say
cease imril: how lucky does that make me?
mrmuckllll: oops. clicked on what I shouldn'ta
Ken: tell that to andy warhol and his soup
klokwkdog: in that sense, very lucky
cease imril: when the chat began, everyone in it was in red shift. now no one is.
Fardel Nostrum: They're dropping like flies in a pants factory
cease imril: Fuck
cease imril: who you callin a fact, tori?
loopholo: whom?
Ken: good idea, cat, but that's a two person sport
nurse judy: i'm in a psychedelic mumu
cease imril: the japanese shrine. called a tori
klokwkdog: how is your eyes, Cat? good news?
loopholo: kinda like a purple cow?
cease imril: big and red. like, uh.....
klokwkdog: spelling?
cease imril: north korean nuclear programme?
nurse judy: does canada have the bomb?
cease imril: klok, perhaps because i needed them this week to do my first shoot, they magically got a lot better
klokwkdog: program
Ken: wish i had a gramme of hash.....
cease imril: still evading blindness, but much more skillfuly
klokwkdog: mannfred manne
loopholo: I don't get that program cat, since i don't have sattelite
cease imril: i had to postpone doc apt cuz my actor could only be here at the time it was scheduled.
nurse judy: or a cider sea
Ken: zuider zee
loopholo: Where they keep the tulips, n j ?
Ken: tu lips are better than one
nurse judy: you sip that though a straw
cease imril: imagne your lliving room filed wiht a huge blue screen, 7 banks of lights, and an actor who looked exactly like your girlfriend from when lyndon johnson was your president
klokwkdog: canada has CANDU, could make one anytime, but chose not to. S. African & Sweden made them, S. Africa tested one, but they now have none and have signed the treaty.
cease imril: anyway, that s wha ti did instead of doc apt.
Ken: sweden made a nuke? those pacifist neutrals?
nurse judy: what ever happened to the nutron bomb?
cease imril: only lips i care about are fumiyo's
cease imril: 2 is a dutch thing
klokwkdog: my girlfriend when Johnson was President? Yikes, I should be so lucky!
nurse judy: then keeo yours sealed?
klokwkdog: neutron bomb not available, but maybe will be put back in inventory
Ken: well, my dear friends, the yawns have overtaken me. next week, same firetime, same firestation
nurse judy: i saw johnson once
klokwkdog: neutron bomb, the cover story: Russians have lined their tanks with lead; now we can fry them even so. Nite Ken
loopholo: When Johnson was president, Zappa was Hathead's gues on The Monkees
Fardel Nostrum: LAter ,.....KEn
||||||||| Ken rushes off, saying "11:32 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
loopholo: Which I watched to be able to talk to the ten year old in white vinyl mini and go go boots on the bus
klokwkdog: neutron bomb: the reality - it appeared as fast as they could put them in service after 1973; i.e., 1976
cease imril: kend? you actually rush?
cease imril: where are you, fardel?
klokwkdog: neutron bomb: reality2 - designed to fry Arabs, but not oil wells (remember what happened in '73?)
cease imril: nurse/
Fardel Nostrum: Meow, cat
nurse judy: yes
klokwkdog: all evil things coming out of Middle East pretty much hark back to the '73 war and Saudis cutting off oil
cease imril: i gather you're in the states somewhere.
cease imril: if you wanna call that a state
nurse judy: yes
klokwkdog: or to the 1979 revolution in Iran
Fardel Nostrum: State of mind..
cease imril: just wondiering about time zone
nurse judy: such a state
Fardel Nostrum: EST
cease imril: when doc and klok leaves, it's past my bed time. and i never sleep
nurse judy: est EST too
cease imril: cat nap a lot though
klokwkdog: kwd is not her emuch longer
loopholo: I guess that Nick Danger with the Asphalt Arabs is imminent...
Fardel Nostrum: extra silly time
cease imril: too snowed for you ,kloik?
loopholo: Or did I miss all of that in Bride of Firesign?
cease imril: i really enjoyed snowcrash.
nurse judy: cold and lonely
klokwkdog: he is going to crack open a bottle of brew and mourn poor karen, who died alone
loopholo: Ah yes, chiselled spam, the best kind...
cease imril: proctor told me to read it and it was a very firesonian riff
loopholo: Wait'll you read the Diamond Age
klokwkdog: i await the abridge tape, Cat; I finished the last one on Tuesday
cease imril: who was karen?\
Dexter Fong: NOT Toad away
cease imril: what be that, klok?
Fardel Nostrum: raise a toast to friends
nurse judy: burnt?
cease imril: i'm atempting to read Life of Pi. i bought it at heathrowo for the long fight to van last month
klokwkdog: a software designer, former NSA mapping expert who helped greatly on the topo projections for the radar display overlays
cease imril: it bogs down when they hit the water
cease imril: i just orderd The Kidnapping of the Painter Miro.
nurse judy: slows way down in bogs too
loopholo: I love that the first Firesign web page was on jpl.gov
klokwkdog: she insisted we go to tiny Celtic music clubs in Philly; once to a tiny inn somewhere out Rt. 20 towards Lancaster somewhere
cease imril: we have freinds in barecelona and will definitely go shooot music vidoes there within a few years
klokwkdog: Silly Wizzard was putting on some kind of private show, and we sat about 3 feet from the band
Dexter Fong: See those tiny Quakers, Klok?
nurse judy: they shoot horses in buggys there
cease imril: dont they?
Dexter Fong: Shoot when they go buggy , Nurse
klokwkdog: no, but the music was incredible
cease imril: norse judy
cease imril: new bio of lord buckly
klokwkdog: she loved maps. Oh, how she loved maps, ancient ones, modern ones
Fardel Nostrum: Walks like a Quaker, talks like a Quaker, it's a chicken
cease imril: he was a big name in the dance marathon biz
nurse judy: thor hide her dolls
Dexter Fong: Extra crispy too Far
nurse judy: buckley is lord
Dexter Fong: Tim?
cease imril: it was on a website, you read it?
Dexter Fong: He's tiny too
Fardel Nostrum: nonviolently killed chickens, deep fried for holyifation and good taste
Dexter Fong: Maybe a quacker?
nurse judy: i read it too
cease imril: the first/last firesign show i ever recorded, xmas 67, ended with buckley's the na
klokwkdog: I thought Diamond Age went well until the end, same with Cryptonomicon; hoping Snow Crash has stronger ending; it's like he runs out of steam and the publisher is calling. Tom Robbins is annoyingly that way, the ones I've read.
cease imril: fuck
cease imril: that is where they come from
Dexter Fong: you mean fu? Cast
Dexter Fong: Cat?
loopholo: http://www.ozcot.com/oz/smallMAP.GIF
cease imril: fuick the what?
nurse judy: LB book OK, too many quotes, not enough meat
cease imril: no, i'm talking about how buckly from dance madnes turned to capone to firsgine etc
loopholo: Oz Janiger used to chase Lord B around with a giant tape recorder
cease imril: much paralle we have
cease imril: no, i'm talking about how buckly from dance madnes turned to capone to firsgine etc
Dexter Fong: OZ obviously not tiny
nurse judy: not buckley quotes but big name nothings
loopholo: He said folks would call him up and say Lord B is *on*
cease imril: nurse, i know not this
cease imril: tiny, he dead now. fuck
Fardel Nostrum: I've run out of ones and zeros, I'm out the digital door,...nite all
||||||||| At 11:45 PM, Fardel Nostrum vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Far out!
klokwkdog: you know, the first time I met Karen, she came into the office with this big "Ban the Neutron Bomb" (in German) that she got when she was in Europe.
cease imril: bucklyey became famous as a humorist keeping the dancers going
nurse judy: i have nothing to say
cease imril: who is karen? or is this something i should knot know\
loopholo: It was hard to find a place that would put him on a stage, no cabaret license
cease imril: i think it is best for anyone to come here not to know anytihing about Bit
Dexter Fong: Karen Carpenter?
nurse judy: LB was a friened of Ed sullivan and did USO shows during the war
cease imril: i will never stop talking about her as long as i live, but...
klokwkdog: one time at a party, some of her former NSA staffers were there and she went up to them and said, "KH-11. KH-11. KH-11" (because restriction on what she could say had expired)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:48 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Thought it was KLH-9
cease imril: hey roto
cease imril: you bveen missed
Rotonoto: hi guise
Dexter Fong: Roto! Like tiny snowflakes....I am adrift
Rotonoto: t'anks!
klokwkdog: Karen was a co-worker from 18 years ago, Cat. She died 2 weeks ago. Nobody knew.
nurse judy: I'm fazed
klokwkdog: I got the call tonight, during the chat
klokwkdog: KH-11 is a spy bird
loopholo: Janiger has a Buckley story in print that's probably in the book; here's some URLS
Dexter Fong: KLH-9 Early electrostatic speaker
nurse judy: any more dick jokes?
loopholo: http://www.cosmicbaseball.com/janiger01.html#kachina
klokwkdog: yes, a great air cleaner it was, too
Dexter Fong: Nixon huh huh
klokwkdog: hello Roto
nurse judy: like dick buckley?
Rotonoto: hi klok good to see you on
klokwkdog: yeah, i've been getting off early last few.
nurse judy: murder is my fav buckley riff
loopholo: http://www.lordbuckley.com/
Dexter Fong: Speaking of getting off...I am...night dear friends
cease imril: you read pkd books, judy?
nurse judy: 30 years ago
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dexter Fong by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
loopholo: Eye in the Sky, about an unfortunate accident with a Bevatron...
nurse judy: the sleep of dreams brings reason - I'm off now
cease imril: good to get off
loopholo: any excuse to nod off, eh?
Rotonoto: pkd wrote stories like how it would be to get stuck in the mind of the principal of Commie Martyr high...
loopholo: When I need to I got to Sleepy Joe's
cease imril: the word 30 means the end in a paper
cease imril: i hope we meet again, nurse
loopholo: Yeah, Roto, Eye in the Sky
klokwkdog: what was you saying about Tolkien, Cat?
nurse judy: signal 30
Rotonoto: I especially remember that bizzarre plot
klokwkdog: did you need smething; it was when i was on phone
klokwkdog: nite judy
Rotonoto: nite
Rotonoto: y, I sure am good at clearing a room out :o)
loopholo: g-nite!
klokwkdog: it is late, we fade
cease imril: do i ever not talk about tolken?
cease imril: keep on firesigning on, judy
klokwkdog: some question of me in the chat earlier i didn't answere do you need ans?
klokwkdog: not your doing Roto
loopholo: Must feed Foo and Pixel, but I want to hear your take on Towers, Cat; back after I open a can in a plain brown can
cease imril: i forgot what,klok
cease imril: i want everyone who shows up here to have a good time
cease imril: hey, i was here at the beginning. i recall what was a beginning
cease imril: r us who know firesign to hang out and talk about their work
cease imril: and continue to be inspired by it
Rotonoto: Roto work 2nite building a 2.4GHz computer
klokwkdog: ok, just checking
cease imril: i spent 37 years trying to turn others on to this
klokwkdog: good for you Roto!
cease imril: and onlyh met others in this biz at the end of 93
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 11:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Bunnyboy: lo agin
cease imril: how goes it roto?
cease imril: hey bun
klokwkdog: but goodnight, can't do more; hi BB, bye BB
Rotonoto: VG cat- how U? Any pix posted of your travels?
Bunnyboy: Babble On, Roto!
cease imril: keep on kloikig]
Bunnyboy: bye klok
Rotonoto: BB is in tha building! :o)
cease imril: how is bunnette?
||||||||| 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..
Bunnyboy: Bunnette is thrilled with Henry. Working him to exhaustion, presently.
Rotonoto: Babelizer engaged! (and loaded...)
cease imril: who is henry? your son?
loopholo: hang in there robo toto!
Bunnyboy: Henry knows SIT and DOWN and OFF.
Bunnyboy: The dog that flew the spaceship.
cease imril: hey rroto
cease imril: how rows it?
loopholo: What kind of tree does he rive in, BB?
cease imril: good to rote you again
Bunnyboy: Still thrilled with the Caped Madman. Ay-OOOOOOOOOOOH!
Bunnyboy: loop: Dogs don't live in trees. Only pigs!
Bunnyboy: I'm a pig!
cease imril: when are you coming up to vancouver, bun?
cease imril: entrees?
cease imril: you called it, bun
Rotonoto: I'm going to cut off the soles of my shoes (no la bomba!) and learn to play the flute
Bunnyboy: BTW, the deluxe DVD edition of ROGER RABBIT comes out in March, with deleted Pig scene included, in the extras.
cease imril: hey nurse
Bunnyboy: cat: wait a sec....lemme check something out...
cease imril: bun, i saw that with bit
loopholo: We've been enjoying Buckaroo Banzai... I wanna get a nuon enhanced DVD player
Rotonoto: man- I have not seen Buckaroo for years- used ta luv that one
cease imril: every single foot of vancuver i tread, i recall treading with bit
Bunnyboy: cat: Don't you know there's a CRISIS?!? Check it out...
loopholo: The DVD is pretty special
Bunnyboy: http://www.thestranger.com/current/feature2.html
cease imril: hey bun, fellow pkd fan fumiyo and i saw minrority report
Rotonoto: worth it, cat?
Bunnyboy: cat: Purty cool, eh?
Bunnyboy: Great to see one of my faves, Meester Max Von Sydow, working legit.
||||||||| csimril waltzes in at 12:09 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bunnyboy: Stateside, that is.
loopholo: Max Von S was pretty k3wl in Steppenwolf
csimril: i come i go
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nurse judy - dead from measles
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
csimril: i want to e-talk to you about music for my new projectr, bun
csimril: ok, i'l go
Bunnyboy: cat: Feel free. I have the tools, and I'm a fool. Got some great new mastering FX. Specifically, some compression and EQ heavyweights.
loopholo: hello, I must be going
Bunnyboy: cat: Is this still Red Shift, or some New new projekt?
Bunnyboy: tick
Bunnyboy: tick
Bunnyboy: tick
Bunnyboy: Oh, I get it. This IS the Waiting Room.
csimril: red shift is coming to fruition
loopholo: I cannot stay
Bunnyboy: Excellent!
csimril: march is deadline
Bunnyboy: nite loop
Bunnyboy: Good jabber
loopholo: I came to say
loopholo: I must be going
Bunnyboy: cat: Who set deadline?
csimril: your wonderful work on it will be appreciatetd by many
csimril: off you loop
loopholo: hurrayforcaptainbaldingthegalaxyexplorerdidsomeonecallmeschnorrer
csimril: the mark time competiton
Bunnyboy: DUCK SOUP is still not readily available on DVD. Nor ANIMAL CRACKERS.
csimril: ossman and procotr both involved in that
csimril: also bth n the playt
Bunnyboy: Hoo_RAY
loopholo: Well it's a good thing I've got nearly the entire set on LD...
mrmuckllll: I got back just in time to say G'nite, ladies und germans.....
Bunnyboy: Hoo-RAY!
loopholo: Hoo-RAY!
csimril: how zit going roto
mrmuckllll: Ray Who???
csimril: \bob qnd
Bunnyboy: nite muck
Rotonoto: ..
csimril: mcuymcuh
loopholo: The sex ray from the planet Porno?
mrmuckllll: Bye, all
||||||||| mrmuckllll runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's mrmuckllll?! It's 12:17 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
loopholo: no really, this time, see you next time.
Bunnyboy: So, there actually holding the Mark Time competion? What with the...*ehrm*...Dakotas situation?
||||||||| "12:18 AM? I'm late!" exclaims loopholo, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
Bunnyboy: cat: Do folks actually listen to these hyar radio plays, as an audience? In that good old fashioned way?
Bunnyboy: Cidre track?
Bunnyboy: Aloe?
Bunnyboy: I guess that's a whole lotta "eh".
Bunnyboy: Well, nice to bat around. Catch yez later, cat and Roto, et. al.
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "12:22 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Rotonoto: fine, actually...
Rotonoto: forty-two? how are we for time?...
Rotonoto: speaking for myself and all the other miners, this jazzy end-of-the-universe party is a real gas!
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease imril - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| csimril - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: like I said, clear out a room...
Rotonoto: computer is together, but too tired to smoke test it
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 12:50 AM, then departs.
Merlyn: Roto, you there?
Rotonoto: hi guy
Merlyn: Guess not...
Merlyn: oh, you are.
Merlyn: I was here before, then I left for a while
Rotonoto: had my head in the innards of my new computer
Merlyn: how is it?
Rotonoto: I showed up late and ran 'em all off :o)
Rotonoto: it's a cool computer, a 2.4GHz but have not fired it up yet
Rotonoto: they are getting amazingly cheap
Merlyn: putting it together yourself?
Rotonoto: yes
Merlyn: I helped my son put together a system for gaming
Rotonoto: still a lot of mysterious stuff to me, but I'm learning
Merlyn: didn't really have to do much, a lot different from when I was going to college
Rotonoto: so true, they do make it easier these days
Merlyn: yep
Merlyn: and cheap; it was only about $700+ and it plays DVDs
Rotonoto: yes, I'm in about that area- just amazing how much you can get for peanuts
Merlyn: the CD/DVD drive was something like $42
Merlyn: it was $20 more than one that only played CDs, so I told scott to get it
Merlyn: games will probably start coming on DVDs now that they take up multiple CDs, just like floppies went to CD
Rotonoto: I bought some of the main parts for this one on the internet
Merlyn: same with my son, mostly from newegg.com
Rotonoto: I have yet to try a DVD anywhere- always have been a 'slow adopter" :o)
Rotonoto: I've been using an outfit called Internet Ishop in CA
Rotonoto: they sell on ebay-cheap!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: well, I gotta go, see you next week maybe
Rotonoto: got it all together but too fried to smoke test 2nite
Rotonoto: see ya later DF...
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:02 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Rotonoto: Get yer hands off me, I'm a news man! I gotta find out- Reeeebuuuuusss!
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:14 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rotonoto by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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:
cease imril
Dexter Fong
Fardel Nostrum
Merlyn LeRoy
nurse judy
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