A Firesign Chat


Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| 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 February 20, 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, February 20, 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?"
||||||||| Ken sneaks in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Billville."
Elayne: Hi Ken!
Ken: hey elayne
Elayne: I see Catherwood is set up to talk to himself when nobody's about. :)
Ken: you caught me munching. you know, the early bird gets the worm?
Elayne: Grubs again, grumble grumble...
Ken: hell, i talk to myself when no one is around too. sometimes i even make sense
Ken: i used to ask myself questions, but i kept getting the wrong answers....
Elayne: I only start to worry when I lose arguments with myself.
Ken: that's when it's miller time!
Ken: how are you enjoying your new neighbors (or lack thereof)?
Elayne: Lack thereof, so far. It's glorious! My sleep cycle's just about back to normal.
Elayne: We haven't sent in our acceptance-or-rejection of the rent increase yet, we're still waiting to see who moves in upstairs.
Ken: sleep cycle--what's that? i got a damned program that is a jigsaw puzzle, told myself last night i wasn't going to bed until it was done. well, at 530am i finally finished it
Ken: what happens when you reject it? do you have a 2mo. grace period to move or something like that?
Elayne: Heh, gotta watch them puzzles, you find yourself playing them even when your eyes are closed. :)
Ken: this one was a silhouette (sp?) so most was black. that does not make it easy
Elayne: The increase notice constitutes a 3-month grace period, actually. We're technically supposed to send it back right away. We got it at the end of January.
Elayne: But if worst comes to worst we shouldn't have a problem finding another apt. in this area. We're just not sure we want to look yet. Still wavering.
Ken: i'm just the opposite here. i have adjustable rate mortgage, since rates are in the can right now, mine actually went down for the 3rd year in a row
Ken: moving is a real hassle. but most of the time, it's worth it in the end
Elayne: We wasted a whole week looking for a place to buy, only to discover my parents weren't actually going to front us all the costs we'd need for the mortgage.
||||||||| Uncle Ernie sneaks in around 9:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: It's hard to find a place when you don't have a car.
Ken: hey ernie
Elayne: Hi Ernie!
Ken: uh oh. "what we have here is a failure to communicate."
Uncle Ernie: G'day Y'all! Where'd all the kids go?
Ken: kids? i'm still there in my heart. hell, i don't feel a day over 30 right now. some days, it's more like 70 though
Uncle Ernie: That was a set up for a line!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Elayne: I can't even make 20 in a dead run.
Elayne: Hi Cat!
Ken: hi cat
cease: too bad, el
cease: we were looking at real estate ourselves today
Uncle Ernie: Cease!
cease: c'est moi
Ken: i want to sell this one if anyone wants to live in south central michigan (where it was 45 today!)
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:14 PM, dragging Dave by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
cease: as if
Ken: hey dave
Uncle Ernie: we we manure!
cease: my possible options are north vancouver and paris (for a short time).
Elayne: Hi Dave!
Uncle Ernie: Hay Dave!
Ken: yes, a rather malodorous lot are we
Elayne: BRB, nature calling.
cease: maybe barcelona too, but that's about it
Dave enters, his face bloodied from his encounter with the razor previous, with the black dog as usual
cease: dave
Uncle Ernie: I'd go with Paris!
cease: i was up early this morning working on my screen play for the first of the paris metro films
Ken: dave, it's hard for me to imagine taking sharp instruments to my face if i couldn't see. i suppose it's all in the training and practice though
cease: i haven't shaved since march, 1976.
cease: will never do so again, unless i'm captured by george w. hussein and tortured with a razor
Dave: oh yeah Ken, not a bad shave though, shitload o' blood though, and shaving cream, I'm a fucking ape as far as facial hair goes
Ken: i use electric now except for extremely special occasions (of which there haven't been any for a LONG time)
cease: too bad, ken
cease: maybe more women would be attracted to you with a beard
Ken: oh well, it will only make it better when it does happen
Ken: actually, i haven't shaved for about 2 wks, fairly respectable beard now, but it's almost totally gray
Elayne: My beard isn't respectable at all, I need to shave every other day. ;)
Ken: lol, e
Dave: ar ye grey-bearded man
Ken: the beard used to be very dark, matching my hair, but starting about 20 years ago it betrayed me little by little
cease: mine is sort of white, which isn't far from the original colour
Dave: anyone hear the NPR bit? I missed it
cease: use dye, ken
Ken: dave, it was a classic (of course)
cease: its stilll on the website, dave
cease: yeah, the guys actually seem to be getting better
Ken: cat, i thought about that, also about hairpiece, etc. finally decided i was ok with it. if others aren't, then f*ck 'em
cease: i was gonna post to alt.ft about that
Dave: I disagree in some respects, I think the guys are trying too hard to appeal, but that's just me, i hope I'm not gonna get shit for that
Ken: i am looking forward to the new cd
Elayne: It was very nice, it was cool to hear the redux of "I Am The President's Man" (which could have done with more expansion)...
Elayne: ...but I was really hoping for Presidential Profiles in Butter.
Ken: dave, i don't think anyone will give you shit for expressing an opinion.
cease: you're as entitled to your opinion as anyone, dave
Dave: oh I'll buy anything they come out with, just because I still like it, I just think some of it's too... to the tastes of the NPR people
Ken: it's a tightrope walk, balancing between total creative freedom and pleasing the masses
Elayne: Even "trying to appeal" they're still too obscure for most, Dave. :)
cease: they were doing topical humour in 67 so this isnt new
Elayne: They're never going to please the masses. In fact, that's part of my blog entry that I'm typing up at the moment.
Elayne: "The masses" think The Man Show is the height of humor.
cease: but its faster and better produced, i think extending the roll they were on at the satelite show
Ken: no, they won't please the masses. they aren't even catholic
Elayne: "The masses" made The Millionaire Fox's highest-rated show EVER.
cease: also the simposon, el
Elayne: 'Scuse me, "Joe Millionaire." Y'know what I meant.
Ken: i don't watch the man show or the millionaire
Uncle Ernie: PLease Elayne I'm trying to eat!
Dave: I will agree with that, but if they know they won't, why try, why not just do what they want, maybe they are and i'm just not noticing it
Elayne: Well, the Simpsons is kind of an exception, that appeals to the masses on one level and the cognoscenti on another.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:23 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: It's extremely layered, and the visuals help that out a lot.
Ken: bone appetit, ernie
cease: like firesign does not
Uncle Ernie: Merl!
Elayne: Oops, sorry Ernie. Have some of Ken's grubs! They're very tender baby worms...
Ken: hi brian
Elayne: Hi Merlyn!
cease: you would be more attuned to that than any of us, lucky you
Merlyn: hello
cease: why's it's the man from nasa. or should i say men?
Ken: e: the simpsons reminds me in a way of rocky and bullwinkle. many levels, can be funny to all for different reasons
Elayne: Well, Cat, my blog entry is about in-jokes and self-referential humor and the danger in that. I do consider Firesign an exception but maybe I shouldn't.
Uncle Ernie: I'd like another Tub of Slaw to go with these gloat clusters!
Ken: don't choke on those gloat clusters or you will have to pat yourself on the back
cease: i'm still learning stuff about firesign riffs from distant era.
cease: hing someone posted. i never knew any of that
cease: the scottish sport
Ken: some of it is so obscure that you need to do research to understand it. but that makes all the more appealing
cease: from dear friends
Uncle Ernie: I have a whole staff of people that do that Ken! My god they're still warm!
Elayne: Mmm, warm staff... oh, um, never mind.
Elayne: TMI.
Ken: ernie, i would start worrying if they were cold
Uncle Ernie: My rod and my staff they shall comfort me!
Ken: e: get your mind out of the gutter and into the sewer where it belongs!
Uncle Ernie: Oops sorry!
cease: you still digging out or is it all melted, el?
Elayne: Can't, Ken! The sewers are all backed up with melted snow and alligators!
Elayne: It's gonna take till the end of the weekend for most of it to melt, Cat.
Elayne: But we have ourselves some lovely little rivulets.
Ken: i saw the phillie people dumping snow into the delaware on the news
Elayne: Do you know they're not allowed to do that by law into, I believe, the Charles River up in Boston?
Elayne: Tea, they can dump. Snow, they can't.
Uncle Ernie: Our snows all gone in suburban Detroit! I can see the pile of doggie doo next door!
cease: rivers of rivulets
Elayne: Apparently Boston Harbor is too polluted, city snow would make it worse. Weird.
Ken: tea is best warm. snow would spoil it
Elayne: Our snow turns the prettiest colors after a few days, all yellow and brown...
cease: sounds like europe
Ken: don't eat the yellow snow. (a zappa reference, dave)
cease: a bit of red/pink/orange
Merlyn: how about dumping white tea?
Dave: i have decided to write a valentines card that says, "you look like snow on a chicago roadside, all dirty and brown"
Ken: dave, if you plan on entering a monastery, that's a good idea. otherwise, i'd skip that one
Uncle Ernie: I want to enter a nunnery!
Ken: there's nun better
Uncle Ernie: I just have a question for them as they're mearried to a god I was wondering if he is as big as everybody says?
cease: sounds like a boccaccio tale
cease: the mute in the nunnery
Ken: hmmm. nuns are the bride of christ. who or what is the bride of firesign (in laymen's terms)
cease: melinda, oona,
Uncle Ernie: Everyone knows her as Nancy Ken!
cease: come on, el, hlep me out, judith and
cease: never met mrs. bergman
Ken: you just saved me a lot of time, bradshaw
Uncle Ernie: Stop tracking up my nice clean floor!
Elayne: Dunno, Cat, sorry.
cease: nancy bergman?
cease: nah
cease: peter's wife, you don't know her name?
Elayne: I only knew her as Scout, but are they still together?
Ken: ingmar?
cease: i tnhought you'd met her
Elayne: Lily's his daughter, right?
Uncle Ernie: Oh Betty Jo Biolosky?
cease: oh well, either her or her daughter is referred to as "scout"
Elayne: I might have met her, at that Imus show P&B were on, but that was years ago, and with all this smoke the short-term mem's shot.
Dave: Mrs. Underhill?
Elayne: No, "Scout" is/was the wife, Lily's the daughter.
cease: is that her name? he only told me he had a duaghter when i met him, not her name
Ken: scout from teqilla mockingbird?
cease: you know, merl?
Elayne: I know from Melinda and Judith and Oona and I know the ex-wives but I don't remember "Scout's" real name, sorry.
cease: oh well, i don't know most of this group by "name" anyway
Elayne: Hey, how did Merlyn put those parens around his name? Just noticed that.
Dave: any relation to Jem? did they have a pet finch?
Uncle Ernie: Audrey Farber?
Ken: you are getting warmer, ernie
cease: he may be here in virtuality only
Ken: don't the parentheses indicate another room or "away"?
cease: i thnk so, ken
cease: the one who would know is "away"
Elayne: Maybe they indicate "toad away."
Ken: yeah, if you click the send to all and then punch away it does that
cease: you read today's zippy, el?
cease: toad and zippy at "happy hour:
Uncle Ernie: Where do you go when you're Toad away?
cease: not only firesign are on a roll
cease: i never cease to be surprised at the number of artists in your country who remain at the top of their abilities week after week, year after year
Ken: i want to be on a cinnamon roll with lots of caramel. but enough of my fantasies......
Elayne: No Cat, I don't read Zippy. Only strips I read (and I remember to about once a week) are Boondocks, Doonesbury and Teena.
cease: i cant think of a canuck comic that productive
cease: dont like it?
Uncle Ernie: Where do we go but home to Flem? My Nuncle Bishop pays and preys for my return, Sit out this storm Nay!
Elayne: Does Bill have a website where I could read a daily Zippy?
Uncle Ernie: I remember when Zippy was funny way back before he went comerical!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bubba's Cranial Cavity into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:43 PM, then departs.
cease: for the past few years i've been going to sfgate.com which is where the griffy website led me.
Uncle Ernie: Bubba!
cease: i also read sally forth everyday
cease: bub
Elayne: What's Bill's website? Eponymous?
Elayne: Hi Bubba!
Ken: hey bubba
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: Hey, all
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: Finally got my Dell back up.
Elayne: Oh, never mind, Zippy's website is eponymous. :) Figures.
Ken: did you get it stonesd like the dell dude?
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: Speaking of which, I guess the Dell Dude proved Marijuana isn't a Gateway drug.
Elayne: Yep, the Zippy site takes you right to http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/comics/Zippy_the_Pinhead.dtl
Ken: hell, i'm not stoned and can't even spell it
cease: today had a good strip about mr. toad which i thought you might be reffferring to with the toad away firesign line
cease: your dell was away?
Ken: or could be "the wind in the willows" with mr. toad's wild ride
Elayne: Goodness, it reads so much better in color.
cease: ala disneyland
Uncle Ernie: I met a pot Farmer in the Dell once!
cease: doenst it ever, el
Elayne: Naw Cat, Mr. Toad is a Zippy regular, has been for years. Don't think it's a cross-ref.
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: My hard drive went to sleep and never woke up.
Elayne: For the color comic you go to http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/comics/Zippy_the_Pinhead_Color.dtl
Ken: you just needed the right hammer, er, antidote
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: Why does everything look like a nail?
Ken: i went to bathroom in bar once, while i was gone, a guy hit on my wife. told her his name was "hammer" since he had nailed everybody there except her and did she want to help him fix that?
cease: carpenter, eh?
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: If I were a Carpenter.... and you were a lady....
cease: you'd be dead
Ken: speaking of the carpenters, am i one of the few that really liked them and their harmonies, even if the songs were somewhat insipid?
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: .... would I hae anorexia, baby, baby, baby, oh, baby.
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: have
Uncle Ernie: Somewhat?
cease: i was gonna say, i regret having lived long enough to remember when some peooke actually liked the carpenters
cease: but the same can be said of many groups, solo acts
Ken: well, ernie, maybe you're right. i didnt use the correct adverb
cease: for every sarah bernhardt, there were people on stage with her that were so bad people remembered them with dread to the end of their days
Uncle Ernie: IU wasn't correcting your English I was just questioning your reasoning.
cease: tim hardin, on the other hand, wasn't bad
Ken: maybe i was more a romantic than a realist back then
Uncle Ernie: You speak of humor I thought you sought truth?
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: Well, I got a year's worth of financial data to re-enter (that'll teach me to backup next time), so I'm gonna split out early.
Elayne still likes the Carpenters' music... *sigh*
Elayne: Bye Bubba!@
Uncle Ernie: Ta ta Bubba!
cease: thats ok, el. somebody has to
Ken: uh oh, bubba. that's why i have two hard drives and back up the first to the second and pray that the second doesn't go too
Bubba's Cranial Cavity: TTFN
cease: byb bub. jhave fun with your date with data
||||||||| "Hey Bubba's Cranial Cavity!" ... Bubba's Cranial Cavity turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Ken: i wonder how fast catherwood has to get before public outcry demands that he reset his clock?
Ken: for those interested, pbs "frontline" is on in a few in the east. "An investigation into the Bush Administration's reason for war with Iraq. "
cease: what happened to klok? did he move to europe?
Ken: i'm not sure, cat, i've written him and gotten no reply. i had his phone number at one time, but i can't find it anywhere now
cease: yeah, pbs is the only public oppostion to the bush putch i can see
cease: maybe bush will find a way to turn it off for national security reasons
Ken: the best explanation i can think of is that if you look for evil, that's all you will find.
Elayne: Are they going to say something besides "oil" (or "erl" as they say in Queens)?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: e: do you read arianna huffington? her latest was "the bottom line IS the bottom line"
Ken: she says they serially destroy then get rich rebuilding
cease: then the time in newfoundland is 10:30
Ken: ernie will probably have that one on his weekly update
cease: in salon, yes, just recently
Uncle Ernie: It's in this evening Issues & Alibis Ken she sends me one or two articles a week. Which reminds me Mr. Birdseed GTo to Press!\
cease: the detroit project ad was just on cbcv news tonight, again
cease: as a founder of adbusters, i feel a particular kinship to that ad
Ken: i read that salon went to all pay access and they are down to 45000 readers
Uncle Ernie: G'night Y'all http:P//issuesandalibis.org
Elayne: Got anything to drink? Anything at all?
Elayne goes to the kitchen for a minute.
Uncle Ernie: oops http://issuesandalibis.org
Elayne bids goodnight to Ernie first.
Ken: have fun, ernie
Uncle Ernie: There is no rest for the wicked!
||||||||| Uncle Ernie rushes off, saying "10:04 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:05 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Ken: anyone here a fiore fan? his latest is good. i'll go get it and post here
Ken: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/gate/archive/2003/02/12/fiorealerts.DTL
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'WCGuy', just granted probation at 10:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Ken: welcome, wc
cease: you're good at languages, bill
WCGuy: Thanks, Ken
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Ken: i can speak 6 languages, but i'm the only one that understands 5 of them
WCGuy: Quiet night, huh?
cease: you and tolkien
Elayne: Hi WCGuy!
Elayne: Where's Tom tonight?
WCGuy: Hi, Elayne. I don't know Tom.
Ken: doctec
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WCGuy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: whoops
Elayne: 'S okay, WCG, I was asking all assembled.
Ken: uh oh, reaper punched the wrong ticket?
: Hey, I never had Fiddlers!
Merlyn: you shouldn't be dead; are you posting from AOL?
Elayne: I did once, but I got ointment for it.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:10 PM, dragging WCGuy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
WCGuy: Should I take that personally -- somehow got bounced (yes AOL)
Ken: aol does not play by our rules. let's buy them out and install our own media mogul
Merlyn: AOL keeps changing your IP address, so the code thinks you haven't posted anything for a while
WCGuy: I have no idea what that means, Brian. But whaddahell.
cease: merl, what's bergman's wife's name?
Merlyn: he isn't married; he was going with patricia stallone, but they broke up a few years ago. Now he's seeing maryedith burrell
Elayne: Patricia, that's it. Thanks Merlyn.
Ken: send $5 to burrell's transcripts.....
Elayne: I kept thinking "Peggy," I knew it was a "P" name but I couldn't remember.
cease: ok, thanks
Elayne: I don't know Maryedith at all.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (10:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: hi dex
Merlyn: Maryedith was one of the people on "Fridays", if you remember that show
cease: i thought there was a mrs. bergman in some liner notes somewhere
Elayne: Hey Dex! Good to see you, late as it is!
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Friends
Elayne: Yes, I remember "Fridays," wish I didn't.
Elayne: Mark Blankfield...
WCGuy: Fong! My 'Credibility Gap' Friend!
Elayne: That guy who went on to Seinfeld...
Dave: hey dex
cease: never saw it
||||||||| Catherwood enters with doctec close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: Hi JR
doctec: hi gang
Dexter Fong: Dave, Hi
Elayne: Hi Tom!
cease: doc
Merlyn: maybe; I think patricia is the mother of his 13 year old daughter
Dexter Fong: Elayne hows the moving going or when do you start?
Ken: hi tom, we were wondering about you
Dexter Fong: Doc T
Elayne: Dex, we decided not to. Some stuff fell through from my parents, too late to make other plans.
Dexter Fong: Sorry to hear that..I think =)
doctec: stuff fell thru?
Ken: remember those holes in the albert hall?
Elayne: Yeah, I am too. Would have been nice to get settled for awhile, but everything's still up in the air.
Elayne: Don't ask, Tom.
Dexter Fong: Merl: I was listening to a FST radio interview from 1999 -Alan Handleman- when Low and Behold, you appeared =)
doctec: elayne's parents were responsible for albert's holes?
Elayne: I wouldn't doubt it at all, Tom!
WCGuy: I still don't know how many holes there are in Albert Hall.
Ken: and albert still hasn't forgiven them!
doctec: i keep losing the count because of that guy who keeps saying 'number nine... number nine... number nine..."
cease: ask albert
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
doctec: did they ever let him out of the can?
cease: hi dex
cease: no, he's still in prince albert
Ken: he has diarrhea, can't leave the can
Elayne: No, he enjoyed the privy, Tom.
cease: you gotta be from saskatchewan to get that joke in neal amid
cease: hey el, did you play box of time for robin?
WCGuy: 9, 10, 11, 12....number 9. 10, 11, 12, 13, 14....number 9, 10 (yeah, know what you mean)
cease: i thought austin was awesome as usual in it
Elayne: Top of my pile, Cat. Probably this weekend.
doctec: we should just call him phil awesome
cease: take advantage of all that snow
Dexter Fong: Doc T: What news from the mechanical canine?
cease: and phil proctophonic?
Dexter Fong: Hooked on Proctophonics]
doctec: none as yet - but then, i just awoke from a nap (burning the candle at both ends this week) and haven't even checked email yet
Ken: proctophonologist complaint: the assholes aren't balanced properly
cease: beam me up, capt. hook
cease: red shift being one of those candles
Dexter Fong: Doc: I meant more from the point it's been 3? weeks since he's been here
doctec: i gotcher swab captain - right heah!
cease: austin? first time he's ever been here that i've been here last week
doctec: dex: hmmm, you got a point there
doctec: not a good sign
Dexter Fong: Emailed KWD last week..no reply
Dexter Fong: Klokworkdog
doctec: the mechanical canine
Dexter Fong: the other Brian
cease: oh him. yes, i was wondering about that earlier
||||||||| Outside, the 10:24 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving nurse judy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Ken: none of my emails to him has bounced, but no answers either
Dexter Fong: Nurse J, c'mon in and clear your lungs
cease: hi nurse
Ken: hi nurse. you just missed phil not being here
cease: you think he's just really busy?
Ken: he was unemployed last time i heard
doctec: seems odd, when he is he usually lets us know
Dexter Fong: Cat: Last time he was here, his friend had died
nurse judy: good to not miss
cease: oh yes of course
doctec: last email i got from him was dated 1/27/2003
Elayne: Hi Judy!
nurse judy: Howdy E
Ken: judy: i read the log for last week, found out that you actually were there when one of the 4 or 5 appeared in person
doctec: yeah i read that too
Elayne: I've been here once w/ Austin present and, I think, once w/ PP.
nurse judy: not much happened though
Dexter Fong: heh
cease: pp was here? when?
Ken: i was here once with pp, but i eventually found the towel and cleaned it up
Elayne: I keep having to re-introduce myself. :)
cease: obviously when i was in fuckin europe
Dexter Fong: He better have some material the next time he appears
Ken: "i'll take 3 yards of that gingham"
Dexter Fong: K: The towel you throw over it?
cease: i read logs that ossman was here
nurse judy: we wondered int eh desert forty years for this?
cease: and bergman showed up, to not show up, as it were
Ken: no, that one never gets used anymore
cease: that's a lot, for him
Elayne: Oh, maybe it was DO, not PP. I forget...
Dexter Fong: DO I think E
cease: all the same after a while, el?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Your boss still away?
nurse judy: no dough no show?
cease: waiting for god dough, or someone like him
Ken: as i learned in my youth in the south, "they all look the same to me"
Dexter Fong: God dough for that neavenly angel food cake
Dexter Fong: heavenly
Elayne: He returned to NY yesterday, Dex. Tomorrow is his first day back in the office.
Elayne: I think I'm ready but I never really am.
cease: particularly when you've got eyes in your feet
Dexter Fong: Bah! Was going to suggest lunch next week
nurse judy: snow job!
cease: ready for what, el?
WCGuy: Confused...are you mad at FST?
Elayne: Next week is actually good, Dex. He flies out again Sunday, back Thursday night.
Elayne: Dex, can I interest you in the land of the $5 unagi bento box? :)
Dexter Fong: E: I'll call you monday
Elayne: Cat, ready for whatever my boss throws at me. None of us is ever truly prepared for what comes out of his brain.
Elayne: Sounds good, Dex! You still have my work #?
Dexter Fong: or maybe not...(mutters something about damn bait fish)
nurse judy: who you talkin' to Water Closet?
cease: is this something you fear?
Dexter Fong: Yes E: I've got *your* number
Ken: ah, i had some octopus and halibut this week at the chinese buffet. no wasabi, though!
Elayne: 'Kay, Dex, if the snow's melted enough maybe I'll come up your way. :)
nurse judy: smoke it
Dexter Fong: I don't mind traveling E
Elayne: Smoked halibut?
WCGuy: Gotta sail soon, kids. You know about the CD, right?
Ken: no, raw, raw, raw
Elayne: Hey you know, Dex, I've never been to that diner on the corner, Andrew's. Wanna go there?
Ken: yes, john, waiting anxiously
cease: which one? the npr thing?
nurse judy: What's the extra CD stuff WC?
Dexter Fong: Chure Jimmy
Elayne: WCG, when's it coming out? Nobody tells me anything any more.
WCGuy: Yep, cease. If you are nice, Elayne, I will tell.
Elayne: Me, nice? It's a lie, I tell you, a dirty rotten lie!
nurse judy: CD have the ATC bumpers?
cease: how can el not be nice?
Elayne: Obviously, Cat, you've never been on any comic book message boards. :)
Elayne: I'm the Scourge of Newsarama, I am.
Dexter Fong: Doc: I mentioned this to Merlyn who hasn't spoken since..was listening to FST radio interview from 1999 -Alan Handleman show- Merl was a call in guest and mentioned >your name<
WCGuy: 1) On March 11, you can go to the local store and buy "ALL THINGS FIRESIGN"...but...
doctec: yeah i think i remember that (got a copy of that CD too)
Dexter Fong: you have to take the pledge?
WCGuy: if you do the NPR pledge thing, you get a different CD......
doctec: but? keska-say but?
nurse judy: I'll consider it
doctec: oh...
doctec: i'm considerate
Dexter Fong: =) NJ
Ken: different as in better?
WCGuy: the NPR-pledge-version has an extra 15 minutes.
nurse judy: what's the diff WC
doctec: enhanced shrinkwrap?
Elayne: So All Things Firesign is basically a collection of the NPR bits that you can still get from http://www.npr.org/programs/atc/features/2002/aug/firesign/index.html#firesign ?
doctec: the 15 minutes that they never aired?
Ken: i usually pledge during the local blues show, but i'll make sure i ask for the fst premium instead of another coffee mug this year
nurse judy: What's the pledge anit
WCGuy: Yes, you can Elayne....and FST doesn't make a cent. And, some of the CD stuff has been re-recorded.
Elayne: I don't have enough money to pledge, but if Amazon were selling it I could put it on my wishlist.
nurse judy: anti
Elayne: Hey WCG, I don't make a cent either lately. :) Well, okay, Robin doesn't... cutting back, I'm afraid...
cease: ante?
doctec: since the premiums are different depending on what show they are interrupting, how do we know when to call in our pledge and not get dusted?
nurse judy: auntie
WCGuy: Amazon is already taking advance orders on the CD.
Elayne: Oh okay, I'll add it to my wishlist, thanks.
cease: will it be first of many arista releases?
Ken: if our local npr doesn't offer it, is there a way to get it legally or will we have to resort to cd burners and friends in the right place?
nurse judy: pledge not to
doctec: art, a miss
nurse judy: Atrei choke?
cease: a female miss
Elayne: Just added. Soon when I actually go through with my PayPal account maybe someone else can pay for it. :)
WCGuy: Doc, Call the station. When you ask for the FST premium and they say "what", say "Nevermind"..if they say "sure" give 'em a credit card number..
doctec: thanks doubleyou-cee
nurse judy: we got el's number
doctec: number nine ... number nine ...
Ken: that's dubya-cee to his friends :)
doctec: i sit corrected, ken :)
cease: i wouldnt' mind ordering it from kcrw. it's not my local station anymore (thank grid) but it's the one npr station i listen regularly
nurse judy: minimum pledge $50
||||||||| Sinestre Fong enters at 10:40 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
doctec: kcrw internet feed kicks ass!
cease: i can do that during harry's show, as they're always urging me to
Ken: dexter's evil twin?
cease: you aint got no freinds on your left
nurse judy: FT not making a dime something different?
WCGuy: Ken, here is what you should do. Call the station number...tell them you want to pledge for the FST CD. If they say "we don't have it", tell them "well, then I don't want to pledge". Enough people do that, they will pledge it.
cease: that's about a hundred canuck
Ken: thanks for advice, john, i might just do that.
Sinestre Fong: Something wierd happening
doctec: rice to the occasion...
cease: how very amid
WCGuy: be good, Fong!
Sinestre Fong: See yah JR
nurse judy: neil's amid?
Ken: dexter fading out, sinistre is strong. a pair-a-dime shift here?
cease: indeed, nurse
doctec: kneel
cease: by riceman
cease: or 3 for a quarter
Elayne: I think I'm outta here too for the week. See you next week, all (talk to you Monday, Dex)!
cease: any of you know paperback writer, bio of beatles
Ken: bye, e
nurse judy: too weak for the knees
doctec: nite e
Sinestre Fong: K: Something happens, still connected to Internet, still connected to chat room, just wont accept data from my end
cease: funniest book i've ever read. has a new song by george harrison, about capt made to kneel before the altar
Sinestre Fong: Had to totally log off evertything and come back
nurse judy: nite e night, snuggles
doctec: dex: yeah my browser does that too sometimes - have to kill & restart it
WCGuy: be good E
cease: loud siren outside. fuck, are you invading us instead of iraq?
Dave: "it's a dirty story of a dirty man..."
cease: keep em flyiing, el
Sinestre Fong: Doc: Did that to me in the middle of a big RealPlayer download...know why or what's going on?
Ken: cat: you guys don't have enough oil for us to bother with
nurse judy: korean sneak? cease
doctec: hasn't happened since i got my new pc going though (and got the latest version of the opera browser installed)
Sinestre Fong: Maybe a setting?
cease: not true, kend. we have tons
doctec: dex/sin: need more input to diagnose problem
WCGuy: All for now...there is FST news a'brewin' but cannot tell. Be good, kids. Be better. Gotta sail.
cease: or tins
Sinestre Fong: You guys got diamonds too
cease: tel us when you can, wc
doctec: try turning down the monitor contrast
Sinestre Fong: Doc: =) I know
||||||||| hoss enters at 10:46 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
nurse judy: always a secret FST news
doctec: will look fwd to a new update from you JR
Sinestre Fong: Dammit Hoss, where's Little Joe
doctec: home again home again jiggety-jig
doctec: news update, that is
cease: papa, papa, litle joe just ran off with his school marm
Ken: hey boss
nurse judy: who shot JR?
WCGuy: Night all. Kisses for the ladies. Drinks for the boys.
Ken: oh, that's hoss not boss. ponderosa time
Sinestre Fong: Night again JR
doctec: they're living in a little house on the prairie now - got better sponsors than we do!
Ken: later, john
nurse judy: he flushed out?
cease: the lads in boise will be happy to hear it
hoss: little joe's on the bus
doctec: or is that the boise in lads?
nurse judy: riced potatoes
Sinestre Fong: Inside every lad there's a little Boise screaming "Lemme out!!"
doctec: dex: lol
cease: odd you should mention that. i awoke before the sun this morniing full of my ideas for the chateau landon chapter of the villages series
nurse judy: I da ho
Ken: another one rides the bus, by queen? let's all dance!
doctec: let me out, she cried - let me in, he cried ... sex jail!!!!!
cease: my own private ida lupino
Sinestre Fong: Doc =)))
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Sinestre Fong: I won
cease: lots of that death shit goin around
Ken: i think i'm ready to call it quits tonight, will read the log to see what i missed or what you said about me after i left. toodle ooh, dear friends
doctec: the reaper sows the seeds of their demise
Sinestre Fong: C: It's ship...ship
doctec: nite ken
cease: gotta see a man about a log?
Sinestre Fong: Night Ken..Email KWD again
nurse judy: he's out
doctec: make like a bakery truck and haul buns?
Ken: will do, dex
||||||||| "Hey Ken!" ... Ken turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:51 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cease: like a light
cease: sometimes like fire
nurse judy: I'll do dex too, speedy
Dave: well fols, i'm really too depressed so I think I'll get off, I'll talk to yall next week, sorry to cut it short but you don't want to see me like this, maybe I'll be better next week
Sinestre Fong: Too late to do Dex...he's dead now
cease: speed way?
cease: cheer up, dave
Sinestre Fong: Dave feel better
doctec: dex: i just sent email to a buddy of kwd - his email addy was listed as a recipient along with cat & me - hopefully he will know something
nurse judy: Dave's not here
cease: listen to some firesign.
cease: that's what they're there for
Sinestre Fong: Good Doc...it's been too long with no word
doctec: take care dave - if you have any more audio questions, just send 'em to me
Sinestre Fong: BTW Doc: That Alan H. interview..first caller was a Dr. John...same guy who has appeared here as Dr. Jawn?
Dave: "never noticing the war, till it's right there at your door, and suddenly your hands are bloody" David Gray
cease: that would be him, eh?
||||||||| "Hey Dave!" ... Dave turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cease: used to be a regular
doctec: yes, that would be johnny g.
Sinestre Fong: He was a Boynklyn?
doctec: he's from somewhere in massachussetts - we've hooked up a couple of times
Sinestre Fong: Doc: Believe caller said he was in Arizona..could be wrong though
nurse judy: hooka'd a couple of times too, I bet
doctec: he used to go to elayne's and help her with falafal mailings (always a group effort)
Sinestre Fong: Afore my time unfortunately
nurse judy: Scialli
Sinestre Fong: Isabel?
doctec: yes, actually nurse j i think you're right
doctec: johnny s.
nurse judy: I know all the docs
doctec: (he really *is* a doctor in real life, not just on tv)
Sinestre Fong: Professional courtesan
nurse judy: shrink
Sinestre Fong: er courtesy]
cease: yes, i know scialli from email, never met him
doctec: dex: how difficult would it be for you to record another red shift line or two?
Sinestre Fong: Could do it for you big guy
Sinestre Fong: and cat too of course
cease: i'm still here
Sinestre Fong: Still have the script
nurse judy: I wearin' a psychedelic moomoo
doctec: do you have a decent sound card on your pc?
cease: hey, nurse judy, you wanna be in my play?
doctec: actually there is a (slightly updated) script online, i'll send you the url as a provate msg
Sinestre Fong: Hmmm...
nurse judy: play time in recess
cease: half the irc folks and 3/4 of the firesign are already in it, and i'm always in need of more voices
Sinestre Fong: got it doc
nurse judy: I'm 2 faced with 3 voices
Sinestre Fong: Sound card: Creative ...the fairly hot one from 2 years ago
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WCGuy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| hoss - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: act 3 line 33
cease: if so, doc is producing this. he can send you a line or two and you can record it and send it back to him, if you're interested
doctec: soundblaster live?
nurse judy: progress fading not suite
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:00 PM and Bunnyboy steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
cease: hey bunny.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: thought we were hopless tonight
Sinestre Fong: Hey BB
Sinestre Fong: Doc: Yeah
Bunnyboy: no such luck
cease: as you like it
nurse judy: my watch stopped
Bunnyboy: yer gestures set me pants afloat.
cease: but time crawls on
Bunnyboy: 'tis only right that you should fill me up again!
doctec: it would be more convenient if you could record directly to sound card - if that's a problem (mic connector does not fit soundcard or mic connected to pc much cheesier than one for reel to reel) you could record to reel to reel and then transfer (via line input) into pc
Sinestre Fong: ...and these safety pants will keep you floating when your plane goes down
doctec: i can send you audio software if you need it
Bunnyboy: What about Soundblaster Live?
cease: you doing some more red shifting, bun?
doctec: hi bb
doctec: have you heard the latest red shift scratch mixes? your stuff is int there (and sounds mighty good too)
cease: i've only recorded one of my red shift anti-ads. my interview with my imaginery friend, mr. redshiftulupugus
Bunnyboy: cat: Yes, I do still owe you and Doc a couple of myoozik beds, and stuff.
nurse judy: itchy and scratchy
doctec: bb: re sblive: was discussing red shift recording procedure options with dex
Sinestre Fong: Doc: I've got EZ Audio
Bunnyboy: RIP Dolly, BTW.
cease: the ads for this have to be at least as good as the ads for neal amid, which was the first time i became aqcuainted with doc's audio skills
cease: feb 98?
Bunnyboy: nurse: (sings) They love, and share, they love and love and share...
Bunnyboy: Love love love, Share share share...
doctec: bb: re the cartoon sound effects leading up to bleating sheep: leave the sheep out, i already have that in place. maybe have it end with a "boing" sound or something ... should be a very short segment, 3 to 5 seconds
Bunnyboy: The Itchy and Scratchy Show!
nurse judy: bahhhhh
cease: she sounds like dolly lamb already!
cease: and that's only typing
nurse judy: cloned and zoned
doctec: the script says "cartoon sounds and voices" (act 2, line 40)
doctec: that's all it says
nurse judy: let's read from the book of Punter
cease: it almost feels like i'm in the middle of the production of Dwarf
Bunnyboy: doc: That's great. I'll probably send along some standalone "bahs", for your use or disuse. Hey, I could make money in Times Square with these bleats!
doctec: and btw, cat: what does a "tibetan funeral" (act 3 line 62) sound like?
cease: only it's my own private Dwarf
nurse judy: bleat nixed
cease: no idea, doc
doctec: thanks bb, your timely assistance in this project is greatly appreciated!!!
cease: or no, i got that idea frm watching 7 years in tibet, or else kundun
Bunnyboy: I got the message, Doc. Don't know how to WHISPER here.
Sinestre Fong: Doc: Bells, gongs, wind, prayer wheels turning
cease: very dissonant tibetan instruments which i think you've already used
cease: tha'ts right, sinestre
doctec: ok, i'll throw this out to the group: if anyone has any idea what a tibetan funeral ambience would sound like, please let me know. i need it (or need to create it) for red shit.
Sinestre Fong: Manzello and Stritch
nurse judy: Whisper Jet louder than Hell
doctec: bb: change "send to all" drop down to specific individual
doctec: remeber to reset it when you want to go back to chatting with group
Sinestre Fong: JET!!!!
cease: the instruments should sound like they're in pain
Bunnyboy: doc: It sounds like Sun Ra, only without the horns.
Sinestre Fong: afk for a min
cease: but it can;'t go on for too long, scare the poor listener away
Bunnyboy: The comp CD, MANTRA MIX, has some stuff on the 2nd CD that sounds like what cat's describing.
cease: i like how quick most of your scenes are, doc.
nurse judy: yeti yowls
doctec: i have a couple of sun ra records, maybe i can find a non-horn segment i can life - geez, you just reminded me: i picked up a recent re-release of his not long ago, has some odd atmospherics (no horns) - maybe can use for inspiration
cease: the way i write/think. in mini-bites. if sequential, whatever
doctec: cat: quick but not too quick i hope (thought neal amid was *too* rushed, i'm trying to back off a bit from stenshoel's pacing)
nurse judy: I's be bumped?
Bunnyboy: Frosted Brain Flakes.
Sinestre Fong: bak
doctec: ah, i found it: it's called "janus" - ever hear of that sun ra release bb?
cease: yeah but there were those LONG monologues by neal and earlier by cayce
Bunnyboy: Aie, I'm so sleeeeeeeeeepy...
cease: slow fuckin shit
Bunnyboy: Free jazz is ALL release.
cease: what bothers me more than any single thing about cbc radio plays is that they're traditional drama, really fucking boring
Merlyn: hey, I'm back
Sinestre Fong: Elaynes song: Please re-ease me
nurse judy: am I back?
cease: my inspiration is vaudeville, goons, 30s radio humour, constand rifs and changes
Sinestre Fong: lease
Bunnyboy: doc: No, I have to admit, I haven't delved deeply into Sun Ra's oevre.
cease: were you gone, merl?
doctec: hey brian
Merlyn: nobody has commented on the impending release of Roller Maidens on CD
Merlyn: that's what the () meant
cease: far fuckin out, merl
Bunnyboy: My big first impression of Sun was his appearance on SNL, years back. I remember thinking: "Are they kidding?"
nurse judy: got it on CD
cease: the best thing that has happened to religiion since jesus died
doctec: we don't know how impending it really is, merl - is the april target a lock?
Sinestre Fong: Merl: I mentioned your phone call to Alan Handleman in 1999 and you went away...thought it might be a sore point =)
Bunnyboy: lo bri
doctec: from reading last week's log, i get the impression that artemis is amiss
Merlyn: no, just working on flash stuff
Bunnyboy: (as Miss) What?
Merlyn: no, artemis is releasing "all things firesign"
doctec: wha-at?
Merlyn: the first collection of all things considered bits is "All Things Firesign" on Artemis
cease: thats what i thought rice said
Bunnyboy: doc: There's a sample cover up and everything at www.artemisrecords.com
cease: last week
doctec: bb: re sun ra: i first heard sun ra back in the early '70s when i bought the album 'space is the place' (liner notes said he played synth, back then i snapped up anything & everything that had electronic sounds)
nurse judy: esp
doctec: really didn't know what to make of him, but got into other releases subsequent to that one
doctec: wery 'out there'
Sinestre Fong: NJ: I knew you were gonna say that
cease: my queendom for an asp, or is that esp?
nurse judy: that's the label
doctec: then i discovered some of his late '50s hard bop stuff - think 'thelonious monk' with a big band - that stuff kicks ass!!!
Merlyn: awright, BB, I'll add that asap
Bunnyboy: Don't Cleopatronize me!
cease: a asp?
Sinestre Fong: Get your cheaops together woman
Bunnyboy: Merl: Or is that asp?
Merlyn: I mean aesop
Merlyn: it has a moral
Sinestre Fong: that's the fable
cease: eye opt for cleo
Bunnyboy: A nice, waxy Egypshine-tm...
nurse judy: tneedled
doctec: on artemis records site, found the atc cd cover but no 'roller maidens'
cease: it was a jackal headed man with his arms akimbo
doctec: no mention of it either
Sinestre Fong: ...and these Egypshines won't melt in the sun like the chinese figurines
nurse judy: laugh.com
Bunnyboy: Aesop and his bottle are soon besottled.
Bunnyboy: yeah, laugh.com for MAIDENS...and TIME FLYS, eventually.
doctec: oh
Bunnyboy: Where's TV OR NOT TV?
Sinestre Fong: What this Country needs is TV OR NOT TV
nurse judy: on the radio
Bunnyboy: The new musical version of SOME LIKE IT HOT is touring through to Seattle at the end of April...with Tony Curtis as Osgood Fielding!
Sinestre Fong: in your car
doctec: where is roller maidens 'coming soon' blurb on laugh.com?
cease: is tony still acting?
Bunnyboy: Guess who's playing Bienstock, Sweet Sue's flunky?
Sinestre Fong: when did he start?
nurse judy: coked out
cease: you?
Bunnyboy: I love you, Thparticus.
doctec: cat: lol!!!!
cease: Coke E. Roberts
Sinestre Fong: Uh BB: could we get some lisp on the "cus" part too
Merlyn: no blurb on roller maidens yet; it was an email response that firebroiled got
Bunnyboy: "Bienstock, I oughta fire you!"
Merlyn: roller maidens is supposedly due in april
Merlyn: "how time flys" sometime after that
Sinestre Fong: Just in time for Easter
cease: iit'll be blaring from every bazarre in baghdad
doctec: will laugh.com also be carrying the ATC cd as well?
cease: come on jesus, show yourself
Bunnyboy: Take2ClipAdd (*Thhhhhhhparticuth!*)
nurse judy: what are the laugh.com sales figures like? anyone
Bunnyboy: Clue on Bienstock: Think 1960's TV.
doctec: well, they're rounded and curvaceous...
cease: wasnt austin highly pessimistic about that last week?
nurse judy: I'm sparticus
Sinestre Fong: Goood BB: maybe accent the "hhhhhh" part of it
doctec: cat: yeah that was the sense i got from the logs
cease: i never knew how much i missed asparagus
cease: until the bus from avignon brought us to the spanish border
Sinestre Fong: Not available up there Cat?
Sinestre Fong: nm
Bunnyboy: AccentPatchMidDry (*ohHHHHayOlay!*)
cease: rare before we got to spain, fong
nurse judy: they log asparagus up there?
cease: but spaniards love asparagus and tuna, so naturally it's our favourite food country
Sinestre Fong: That's a keeper BB. Thanks, see you next week
doctec: ...for the 'loo' scene...
nurse judy: goes good with spam
Bunnyboy: cat: That was the one mystery that the 2000 year old man couldn't solve. "After I eat asparagus..."
Sinestre Fong: =)
cease: hey loose c, i brought fidel castro home for dinner
doctec: oooh boo-ga-looooo!
cease: aye carumba. i'll have to slice the carot stone Even Thinner!
Bunnyboy: 2nd Bienstock clue: "Phineas J. Whoopie, you're a genius!"
doctec: waaaaaaaaaaa....
doctec: don adams!?
cease: you you follow that vibe, doc? not that lucy should be so espanish, but...
Sinestre Fong: Edie Addams
nurse judy: tastes like a dead man's finger
||||||||| Phil Austin strides in at 11:29 PM with Danny Vanilla badgering him for an interview; Catherwood forcibly escorts Danny Vanilla out the door.
Bunnyboy: doc: Aha! Erhm, no...but close!
Sinestre Fong: Heya Phil
doctec: hey phil
Bunnyboy: lo Mr President.
nurse judy: praise and begora
doctec: glad i could make it
cease: we are riffing off old tv shit like snl at its best riffed off sctv which riffed off earlier incarntions back to probly when lucy first appeared
cease: hey, its Phil!
doctec: is that 'riffed off' or 'ripped off'?
Phil Austin: tonight on Larry King, ex-fst manager John Hartman had the whole show. I had to watch. Now I've got to email John , although i talked to him a couple days ago.
nurse judy: little rickie, ah nickie
Bunnyboy: And then, they counted the rings. Where's that asparagus smell coming from?
doctec: dang, sorry i missed that
doctec: good show i bet
Sinestre Fong: Johnny Hartman? I loved that album he did with Coltrane
cease: ex for a reason, phil? or too painful to recall?
nurse judy: you can tell their age by the rings
cease: no that was a hot train
Phil Austin: so weird, the whole thing. I didn't really take it all in at the time, but of course John was the one that had to tell the kids on the day of the horror.
Sinestre Fong: And their bark
cease: bummer
doctec: day of the horror? which one? (there are so many...)
Bunnyboy: 3rd Bienstock clue: (sings)...with a bang and a booooooom...
doctec: oh, sorry, slow on the uptake there
doctec: geez, gives me shivers
nurse judy: larry isn't the king
Phil Austin: The other weird thing is that I got John together with laff.com and the result is the "new" Phil Hartman album. On Larry king, he mentions that the tapes were originally found because of Chad Stewart.
Merlyn: Hi phil, just putting up the Artemis album on the website
Bunnyboy: But Mary's the Queen.
Phil Austin: and Jeremy Clyde is an old friend and ex-roomate of Proctor.
Sinestre Fong: ...and damn proud too
nurse judy: progress is sweet
doctec: six degrees of separation
Phil Austin: Why has Fong become Sinistre?
Sinestre Fong: pc connection woes Phil
nurse judy: left
cease: one hand watches the other
doctec: dex's eeeeee-vil twin brother
Bunnyboy: Phil: He must have joined the Canadians.
Phil Austin: doc: yeah, six degrees is too many
Sinestre Fong: Witch one is the hairy hand?
cease: we got enough joints
doctec: (he has bbrowser chat problems, reconnected with walter ego)
Phil Austin: got it. Hope I'm not interrupting anything
Sinestre Fong: This is Wlalter...I am who I am
nurse judy: walter klondike?
Bunnyboy: And that loveable old sitcom actor, on tour in SOME LIKE IT HOT, is...
Bunnyboy: Larry Storch
doctec: cat: should i email phil the links to the red shift work in progress (he's in it, after all)
cease: havent found that murakami story you told me about last week yet, phil. you know which week's new yorker? i'm, going to the downtown library on saturday
Merlyn: phil, any new release notes for roller maidens?
cease: of course, doc
doctec: thx cat
Bunnyboy: The voice of Phineas J. Whoopie.
nurse judy: f troopped
doctec: wanted to clear it with u first
cease: phil austin interrrupts a discussion of the firesign theatre by people who never imagined he would appear here
Phil Austin: cat: no, but I'll try to remember and if I find it I'll try to remember to get here at a reasonable time and let you know. I'm extremely addled lately.
cease: that is beyond even my capacity for disbelief
cease: cannonballed?
nurse judy: long in the addle
Sinestre Fong sings "'addle be the day,,,"
cease: we were loooking at a house on adderly street this morning.
Phil Austin: merle: They haven't asked me, of course. Their packaging is so minimal I doubt they'd be interested, but I'm going to email Marshall Berle and I'll see what i can find out.
Phil Austin: cat: a real house?
nurse judy: a real cat house
Sinestre Fong: A cat House?
Merlyn: okey doke
cease: i thik the best thing i ever recorded was applause as an audience member on his Black Messiah album
Bunnyboy: Marshall...any relation to the late, hard-working Uncle Miltie?
cease: well, it turned out to be sort of a house, but on only half a lot.
Sinestre Fong: Cat: That's really silly =))
nurse judy: Uncle Miltie slapped by chaplin
Sinestre Fong: Cat: Pay half the rent
cease: Fumiyo figures our vast new dog (post house) will annoy them too much
Phil Austin: bboy: Yes, he's evidently Miltie's nephew. He was John Hartman's first boss at William Morris in the auld days.
cease: 2 litle houses on a standard size lot. its what you expect in europe or japan, but odd here
Merlyn: hey, Cab Calloway's grandson posted in alt.movies.silent today
Bunnyboy: Back when old was auld, and after it was olde.
Sinestre Fong: That's interesting
Merlyn: He has band at www.cabcalloway.cc
Phil Austin: cab calloway was beyond wierd
nurse judy: Hidie Ho callaway
cease: did you know him, phil?
Sinestre Fong: Man...now I *know* I'm getting old when the grandchildren of people who I heard live arenow showing up
Merlyn: my first exposure was minnie the moocher with betty boop
Phil Austin: Heidie Heidie Heidie Ho. Don Ho's niece.
Bunnyboy: Merl: There's a company bringing old Chaplin, Keaton and other sundry shorts to town, with a couple of live musicians.
Phil Austin: cat: did not know him.
nurse judy: saw him with the Globetrotters
cease: hey phil, do you know the marshall mcluhan album, accompaniment to medium is the masage, with your friend john simon?
Sinestre Fong: Phil: YOu been kickin'g the gong around?
Bunnyboy: And the Cinerama theatre is having a Cinerama festival this next week. www.cinerama.com
cease: i just got it and it sounds like firesign, only from 67
Phil Austin: I do know John but not the album
Merlyn: there's a lot of silent movies coming around. Harold Lloyd's granddaughter is showing his films at the aspen comedy festival
Phil Austin: Fong: are you kidding? It's illegal. Heidie Heidie ...
Bunnyboy: Heidi's not illegal. Only the pigtails are.
doctec: gotta love the old lloyd shorts - and keaton (dude never realyl got his due)
cease: i was at Expo 67 that year, very much mcluhan influenced and much of the album reminded me of that, of that concsious attempt to come at the brain from odd angles
nurse judy: Minnie Moochers?
doctec: self-consciousness
Sinestre Fong: Minnie Moochers to cross
cease: mouse muchachos
Bunnyboy: I gotta feed my wife and bunnies, and pet the dog. Nite, chez.
Sinestre Fong: Night BB
cease: chez lounge
doctec: phil: just emailed you URL to red shift WIP ('work in progress')
Sinestre Fong: Nice job on thparticuth
nurse judy: Night of the lupus
doctec: nite bb
cease: will send you the mcluhan too, phil
Phil Austin: Did Sam show up after the big showdown last week?
Bunnyboy: Michael Jackson wanted to be Peter Pan, but had to settle for being Pinocchio.
Phil Austin: thanks for the sends
cease: wasnt there a marshall mcluhan ref in zacharia?
nurse judy: MJ looks more like phantom of the Opera
doctec: read last week's log, i believe sam was indeed there
doctec: or someone like him
Merlyn: oh, longoria? Yeah, he was here earlier tonight, too
cease: i've been in touch with him recently
||||||||| Bunnyboy departs at 11:44 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Phil Austin: Merle: good. I don't think he meant any harm.
Merlyn: what, the directing credit?
Phil Austin: yes
nurse judy: who directs the credits anyway
||||||||| 11:45 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dexter Fong: Damn did it again
doctec: i always wondere that myself, jude
cease: depends on who you wanna call "all"
doctec: wondered
Merlyn: it was just more like "whaaaa? what'd he do?
Phil Austin: I know. It's odd, the friendship level y'all have built up here over the years is real interesting. It's nice to see everything talked out.
cease: we do our best
Dexter Fong: We're united against our eemenies
nurse judy: we do the do
Merlyn: hey phil, any interest in that left-wing radio network?
cease: red shift is a product of this conversation. as is the bitsite.
cease: i am forever greatful
nurse judy: left wing left the shuttle
doctec: yes, many good things have come out of continuing the conversation
Dexter Fong: turn down at the ionisphere
cease: little wings. big loss
doctec: crouching emu hidden sloth
Dexter Fong: IF KWD were here I reckon he'd blame the bean counters at NASA..I'd agree
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sinestre Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Phil Austin: merle: the left-wing network. I know only what I've read.
cease: Fumiyo is translator for locally based Japanese artist named Emu
cease: a source of endless laughter for us all
Dexter Fong: in the right wing controlled press, Phil =)
cease: sounds like a natural place for firesigns, phil, if it comes to pass
nurse judy: they eat emus don't they
Merlyn: something to kick around, anyway; sounds like a good possibility
cease: delicious, nurse
Phil Austin: be interesting to see if they can get it going. I'm sure we'll be contacted at some point, if so.
doctec: endless laughter is good for the soul
Dexter Fong: Taste like big chickens NJ
nurse judy: i'd rather kick the gong
Dexter Fong: Let's all kick Chuch Barriss
Dexter Fong: chuck
doctec: bare ass?
Phil Austin: chuckin' the gong around
Dexter Fong: Grin and bear it Doc
Dexter Fong: Full frontal hilarity ensues
doctec: us pool hall junkies are looking fwd to nyx premiere of 'poolhall junkies' next week
nurse judy: plumber's crack
doctec: er, nyc (not nyx - where the heck is that?)
Dexter Fong: Doc: Yeah..thought about you
Dexter Fong: New York Extension School
Dexter Fong: Add 3 or 4 inches to your education
doctec: anything like the 372nd street Y?
cease: i'm taking an extension course now. will i end up longer?
Dexter Fong: That's it Doc =)
doctec: (or whatever it street was in the royal tenenbaums?)
Dexter Fong: 92nd
doctec: you can tell it's been a rough week for me, i can't tpye wortyh a damn
Dexter Fong: But the extension is 372nd
doctec: see what i mean?
cease: what was that firesign line, long in the leaf, short in the pan, or something
doctec: can
Dexter Fong: Can?
doctec: fantastic cigs - and your local chevrolet bottler
Dexter Fong: or long in the courts, short in thepaymens
nurse judy: I'm behind the 8 ball
Dexter Fong: or long in the courting, short in the pajamas
doctec: long in the style, short in the content
cease: maybe it was an ossman riff
Dexter Fong: for style *and* contentment try waxy Egyptshines
cease: primo cigars or something
cease: there is so much firesign product, it's hard to recall it all
nurse judy: dead man's finger
doctec: sometimes i make perfect sense, other times get wrong the order in words i the
Dexter Fong: if you put your thumb on the line........
Dexter Fong: or just make your mark
doctec: but then it gets all white
Dexter Fong: Get whiteout
doctec: and i have to lick it
Dexter Fong: TMI DOc
Phil Austin: too much product is the price of freedom
Dexter Fong: and the cost of advertising
nurse judy: nesmith's mom
cease: meaning, no one can recall it all?
doctec: did anyone here hear about smithsonian folkways records?
nurse judy: invented white-out
Phil Austin: Nesmith's mom would erase a lot of product
Dexter Fong: I've heard of 'em
cease: it souns like twain in europe about michelangelo
cease: yet another statue by him?
nurse judy: what about folkways?
doctec: they have adopted a 'jkust in time' record manufacturing process, so that they can make their entire back catalog available to anyone
Phil Austin: I read about folkways, in nytimes, I think
cease: how can we turn our tedium into amusement for the masses?
||||||||| 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..
doctec: i think that's the wave of the future
Dexter Fong: it's the tedium not the message
Phil Austin: Yeah, they'll burn you a copy for, I thnk, close to twenty dollars
doctec: oh joy - new character enter!
doctec: lili just arrived
cease: the future waves hello
Phil Austin: future waves
cease: heero rirri
Dexter Fong: Say Hi! Lili
nurse judy: order that Mrs. Oswald record, "He wasn't a bad boy...."
cease: heil e, heil f
Merlyn: I'm prematurely gray
Merlyn: unless I talk
doctec: her house is undergoing modification, no bathroom available so she's spending her evenings here for the next week or two
Phil Austin: Please say Hi from me, if she's not bending over the screen, her sumptuous curves flowing like ...
Dexter Fong: And well she should Doc
doctec: i will put her on here while i make her a vodka tonic - back in a minute
nurse judy: pee in the stream
||||||||| 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 12:03 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Lili Lamont disembarks at 12:03 AM.
Dexter Fong: lol NJ
Dexter Fong: Evening Lili
cease: and all other times of day
Merlyn waves
nurse judy: bathe in her beauty
Dexter Fong waves also
Lili Lamont: Hi, guys. The good doctor is making me a drinkie-poo, as we like to say. I found a cheesy Las Vegas collection of quips (or whatever) that included, "How about a little drinkie-poo?" Very rat pack.
Dexter Fong: I love Las Vegas
nurse judy: hatch out for Sammy D, longer than Uncle miltie
Dexter Fong: Hatch?
Dexter Fong: you mean sit on him NJ?
Lili Lamont: It's good when you win, but the corporations have seriously reduced the odds in our favor. No surprise there. And it's overrun by families, which is just downright weird.
nurse judy: aks Kim Novack
cease: how goes your daughter, lili?
Dexter Fong: It is indeed Lili...cept on weekends when the serious come to play...but I just love the atmosphere
cease: what a kovax rack
cease: kovacks? i forget the spellling, not the spell
nurse judy: barstool cowboy
Lili Lamont: She's doing alright, all things considered. She is working for a local university and they discovered that she has a strong work ethic and that she's bright, so her housrs have increased. It's a consulting gig, but it looks like she may be tapped to teach a class in the fall.
Dexter Fong sings "LIke a barstool Cowboy..."
Lili Lamont: Not too far from that..
cease: that is great news, lili
nurse judy: from Barstow
Dexter Fong: ...to Tucumpareh (sp?)
nurse judy: not fresno!
Lili Lamont: Well, she's doing better than I am, workwise. The NYT has an article in the jobs section on Sunday saying that veterans had an edge in the market, especially with tech skills. My reaction to that was, "Where the fuck is that?"
Dexter Fong: No more Armenian cowboys...
Dexter Fong: Lili: Kuwait
Lili Lamont: No, the biggest cowboy of them all is Dubya.
cease: no job offers nipping at your ankules, lili?
Dexter Fong: Lili: All hat...no cattle
cease: sounds like molly ivins
Lili Lamont: Kuwait!? Wait, Dex, I'm American and non-Muslim.
Dexter Fong: L: Uncle Sam wants *you* prounonced "yyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu"
nurse judy: get a hair lip
Dexter Fong: Get a body piercing
Lili Lamont: Cease: No, not right now. Supposedly, according to leading indicators, whatever those are, things should start popping in the second quazrter, meaning jobs in the fourth quarter. Maybe I should change careers. Anyone got any suggestions?
Dexter Fong: Pool Shark?
Lili Lamont: Dex: My belly button is already pierced.
Dexter Fong: L: Did it help your 9-ball game?
Lili Lamont: Dex: I'm working on that. Just ask Doc.
nurse judy: get a hair lip
Merlyn: hey, for once, minnesota is not the snowed-in place
Merlyn: it's all melting here
Dexter Fong: Get a lithp
Lili Lamont: Nurse: No way! And have to shave it?
cease: like dali's watch?
nurse judy: nair do well
cease: no time? never matter
Lili Lamont: Dex: Please, I stuttered as a child.
Dexter Fong: ...now I am a woman and I put away childish things
Merlyn: I studdered as a stud
Lili Lamont: Or shuddered...
Dexter Fong: I shuttered as an udder
cease: and the women remember it still
Dexter Fong: as if it were only yesterday
Dexter Fong: well ...the Austman is fading and so am I..night Dear Friends
Lili Lamont: Cease: BTW, did you see the CD link to the Molly Ivins respnse to the current Francomalia? (I don't even know if that's a word, but you get the idea.)
cease: sift ware, own less, er, day
Phil Austin: just back and goodnight dex
Dexter Fong: Night PA
cease: hi phil again
Phil Austin: and flights of Fongs sing thee to thy rest
Dexter Fong: and Lili and Cat and Merl and NJ and Doc, behind the bar
cease: not sure i did, lili. send me the url
Merlyn: nite dex
Lili Lamont: Hi, Phil. Good to meet you, or whatever one would refer to this medium as.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mrmuckle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:18 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Around 12:18 AM, Dexter Fong walks off into the sunset...
cease: dextraneous? impossible
Lili Lamont: I will. Or, you can go to robotwisdom.com and look for Molly Ivins.
Phil Austin: Hi, Lil. so nice to meet you. You know, at one point int he past, Doc emailed me a picture of you, so I get the picture.
cease: lurking and murking? both?
nurse judy: sit down Mr Mickle, honey, dear
cease: lili is more than a picture, phil. i can testify to that. lili and doc came to vist last summer. and because of that, it's still summer
mrmuckle: why, thank you...
Lili Lamont: It's an old pic, Phil. I actually look better than that. Maybe one day Doc and I will come out and we can meet in person.
mrmuckle: still got that door closed, eh?!
Lili Lamont: Thank you, Cease. That's very kind.
nurse judy: want half a stick of gum
Phil Austin: muck: I didnt realize you were here. The west coast is young.
Lili Lamont: As is the night.
Phil Austin: I mean the night is young on the left coast
mrmuckle: hi, Phil.
Phil Austin: Lilli is way ahead of me, bu t then so is the right coast
mrmuckle: trying to smoke some salmon, but it just won't stay lit
Phil Austin: muck": you have to nail it to an alder board and smoke it on a foggy beach
nurse judy: cumquats! cumquats!
Lili Lamont: I recommend rolling something else.
mrmuckle: AHA! That's the trick!
cease: quats come? i thought they were sexless
mrmuckle: 'druther stuff it than roll it...
nurse judy: sperm bank robbery
Lili Lamont: I feel the same way. I hate paper. Too harsh on the throat.
Phil Austin: Nurse J: what is your geographical location?
cease: hot shorts, and quartz
nurse judy: right side of the coast
mrmuckle: War is Peace. Peace is Love. Love is Blind. Ray Charles is War.
Phil Austin: so only Merlyn is in the middle coast
Lili Lamont: Cease: BTW, speaking of being easy on the throat, I did the kids' chorus for the prayer flag line. I just pitched a little higher and doc worked his magic. That's the benefit of not trashing one's throat.
cease: you did a splendid job, lili
nurse judy: peace on earth purity of essence
cease: my throat dissappeared last summer shortly before you arrived. thankfully it has survided, though 2 monthes of speachlessness in europe helped a lot
Lili Lamont: I'm glad you liked it. I was trying to get a good children's sarcasm going there, as per your direction.
Merlyn: I guess so
Lili Lamont: Phil, Doc told me that you wre going to take a camping trip in the desert. Where exactly are you going? The Great American Desert is pretty big.
Phil Austin: lili: We camp two or three times a year at organ Pipe National Monument, which is right on the Mexican border in southwest Ariz
Phil Austin: It's the only place in the USA where the true sonoran bio reaches. You get elephant trees and Senita and stuff you can't see except much further south
Lili Lamont: Phil: The last time I camped in the west was in the snow in Idaho, around 1975 or so. I was stationed at Mountain Home AFB in Idaho. Camping in the snow is an experience, to say the least.
Phil Austin: It's also been named the last two years as the most dangerous place in the national parks. the designer border.
Phil Austin: Lil: were you an air force personell?
Phil Austin: Oooona and I have stayed in Mountain Home
Phil Austin: on our way to Utah from the Northwest.
Lili Lamont: Yes, I enlisted at the tail end of Viet Nam. Mind you, I was very opposed to the war. However, I was a single mother at the time and wanted to get on the GI bill so that I could go to school. My motives were strictly Machiavellan.
Phil Austin: rank?
Lili Lamont: I made it to staff sergeant, aka E-5. I was in for 7 years, which is the standard length of time for indentured servitude. It's not just a job; it's an indenture.
Phil Austin: I ask as former spec/4 army myself
cease: dents? sure
Lili Lamont: Really! A draft victim?
cease: country radio division, phil?
cease: you spoke of that on an hour hour show
cease: an exquisite tale
Lili Lamont: Pardon my naivete, Phil, but were you doing radio for the army?
Phil Austin: Yes. Actually Psychological warfare which consisted of being on the radio. I recently saw a guy at KCET in LA (where fst did a show) named Jerry who was the one who told me about a job at KPFK in LA that led me directly into FST
Merlyn: so, you punched him?
Phil Austin: LIl: Yes. there was a giant combined exercise in the late sixties called Desert Storm that sent me to Needles Calif. My job was to take over the local radio station. I was a reservist avoiding the draft
Lili Lamont: Unfortunately, I maintained avionics systems (primary flight controls, instruments, and autopilot) on F-111s, so it didn't lead to as lucrative or interesting a career.
Phil Austin: I hated the military with a passion and as I've got older i tend to romanticize the experience. Now I'm happy I got to see it up close. Nice to know who the enemy is.
nurse judy: Phil, what's the extra 15 mins on the new Cd that we'd have to pledge $50 to get to hear?
cease: phil, you were romanticizing it in 1970. but also, you told kids not to enlist
Phil Austin: Judyjudyjudy: It's old stuff and an Everythingyouknowiswrong from the first days of the newly reconstituted fst of the nineties.
Lili Lamont: I feel the same way. I actually liked my job, because it was very analytical and required facility with math, which I have. But the military itself was bullshit. Now we have to put up with Dubya playing commander in chief. We're in deep shit.
cease: so not worth buying?
cease: a lass
Phil Austin: And we used to look at AF as the chosen few. I remember on that joint exercise that we were amazed that AF people didn't have KP. civilized.
Phil Austin: cease: I'm the last person to ask that kind of question. Some will love it.
Lili Lamont: Indeed. Well, they did require the highest ASVAB scores.
Phil Austin: Dubya, fellow reservist.
nurse judy: ETYKIW about the future was a great piece of work
Lili Lamont: Except that he never showed up, and no one bothered him about it.
Phil Austin: Well, there you go. A successful reservist probably makes a fine president. Avoid danger at all costs. Send others.
mrmuckle: Phil: that was an old joke: they just TOLD you they didn't do KP!
cease: lol phil
nurse judy: sPA do you like doing the short pieces better?
Phil Austin: judy: thanks. glad you liked it.
Phil Austin: judy: no, I like the long stuff.
Lili Lamont: And he's hell bent on that, too. On NPR this evening they had an interview with John Dean, who mentioned that Nixon made the same asinine remark or something akin to what Dubya said about the worldwide demonstrations being special interest groups. Bad mistake.
cease: hey phil, can merlyn post a wav of that conversation you had with bergman about the army? on that hour hour show i taped
cease: or is that owned by kppc or somebody
Merlyn: looks like bush is abandoning any plans for democracy in iraq: http://news.independent.co.uk/world/politics/story.jsp?story=379060
nurse judy: Beaver teeth finished yet?
Phil Austin: I have a close friend who lives in England and he's worried that the peace demos will send the Islam fundos into retaliation, since they want war worse than dubya. That's his theory.
mrmuckle: Why not??? He's abandoned any plans of having it HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Phil Austin: Judy: finished? I'm still struggling with chapter three of Ed Woodpecker.
cease: best do not join the army ad i've ever heard, and i skiddoodled to my home country before i could be drafted into the armies of yours
cease: i'ts not a strugle, phil, it's a Free Woodpecker
Phil Austin: cat: upi
Phil Austin: cat: my mistake. upi means nothing (in urdu). So you're canadian by birth?
Lili Lamont: Doc has been feeding me drinks, which I love. So I'm going to let him start talking.
cease: born in yorkton. that's why you visit there to prevent my birth in neal amid
||||||||| Lili Lamont leaves to catch the 12:49 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctec inside, makes a note of the time (12:49 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
nurse judy: but Woodie's a re-write
Phil Austin: cat: at the top of my page I see i missed something about KPPC? repeat?
cease: moved to la in jan, 56, lived there til jan 69
doctec: glad to hear eykiw about the future will be on CD soon, one of my fave pieces
Phil Austin: your people still up on Mulholland?
cease: yes, they live on.
doctec: i like the long stuff too (the longer the better)
cease: i used to chase coyotes and snakes away from my cats on mulholland in the 60s
cease: now its all houses
doctec: it has been a long week, lili is looking tired and so am i - i think we're heading off into the sunset (or upstairs, whichever comes first)
Phil Austin: I should go. Should be working on the blog. Should be working on Ed W. Should be should be. Luckily, I was wrong about the comet.
doctec: you all have a good evening amd we'll see you next week - here on the information superhighway, which is always a work in progress
cease: ok doc, how do i get to what phil wants me to see? i cant seem to acceess earlier parts of this conversatoin
doctec: as i much of life
cease: phil, when ever we hear from you, we are blessed
Merlyn: cat, click the 'log' link
doctec: cat: i don't know, will look at the log of this chat and see if i can figure it out tomorrow.
doctec: in the meantime, yippee tie one on...
cease: anon
doctec: you all take care
Merlyn: Phil, here was cat's question: hey phil, can merlyn post a wav of that conversation you had with bergman about the army? on that hour hour show i taped
Phil Austin: night doc .... and Sarge (forgive me, Lil. that'll be the last.)
doctec: and Lili Lamont says 'au revior' (gee, she didn't even say good bye...)
Phil Austin: Merle: of course
Merlyn: or is that owned by kppc or somebody unquote
doctec: Lili says "No problem, I still have my dog tags."
nurse judy: on the nod too
cease: or rev or rev or rev
doctec: is there KP at KPPC?
Phil Austin: Your dog must love them. dogs love to be properly identified
doctec: I'm glad you were wrong about the comet, otherwise i wouldn't be here to type these silly words
doctec: Phil: Lili says "Sorry ... I'm a cat person"
Merlyn: so cat, can you send me the .wav (or MP3 would be smaller)?
cease: i'll tell you about us almost getting a dog phil, later
doctec: (and she really is, to this I can testify)
Phil Austin: Night all. I'm off to do something useful.
||||||||| Phil Austin says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Phil Austin exits at 12:54 AM.
cease: merl, of the thing i jsut mentioned? sure, mp3 of course
mrmuckle: Bye!
doctec: Cat: using cool edit pro, load the WAV and then when you click Save As, change the output format from WAV to MP3
Merlyn: what's the playing time?
doctec: nytol.... (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
||||||||| doctec rushes off, saying "12:55 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:55 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs mrmuckle by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn: email it, or put it up on seemreal and send me an URL
cease: will do, doc
||||||||| nurse judy leaves to catch the 12:57 AM train to Hellmouth.
cease: ok, merl, i dont know till i listen and record it afresh from the open reel and then figurre how much is the real tale, but maybe 5 min, less than 10 certainly.
cease: i'll have it for you by the weekend, merl
Merlyn: ok, some new material for the site, at least. Send me background info on where & when it's from
cease: just bergman and austin rapping about their army days
Merlyn: any date on that?
cease: one of the best things i ever heard them do
cease: but i thought they'd wantred to release hour hour stuff as a set or sometehing
cease: this is just a pearl
cease: yes, i have date. recorded off air
cease: oddly timely, in the days before war
Merlyn: ok, looking forward to it... bye
Merlyn: yeo
Merlyn: yep
cease: by
||||||||| "1:00 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

Phil Austin
Bubba's Cranial Cavity
Dexter Fong
Lili Lamont
nurse judy
Sinestre Fong
Uncle Ernie
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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Merlyn LeRoy

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LeatherG & SO

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"The Home Team"

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace,
Dear Friend