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 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for February 27, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd in through the front door at 6:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: testing
llanwydd: can't you see you're upsetting Nancy?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "6:12 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: You're early
||||||||| Catherwood says "6:16 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 llanwydd disembarks at 7:46 PM.
llanwydd: what is reality?
llanwydd: I'll check back in an hour.
||||||||| It's 8:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd in through the front door at 8:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: are you here or dead again?
Merlyn: the chat doesn't start for another hour
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 8:10 PM.
||||||||| It's 8:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Billville."
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 27, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
llanwydd: is there a real Catherwood here?
llanwydd: or has he been gone for a thousand years?
llanwydd: I might not beat the reaper next time
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood leads Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: hello
Elayne: Hi Merlyn, llan!
llanwydd: howdy
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:06 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Elayne: Hey Dex!
llanwydd: takes me a while to post. I've got webtv
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne and Merlyn and Ilan
Merlyn: you were on a lot, llan
Dexter Fong: ...and the terrible chat drought continues
Elayne: Well, Rob's just colored my hair, so I'm in Chemical Hell at the moment.
Elayne: That's right next to the Chemical Corn Exchange, I think.
Elayne: Gotta go in about 40 minutes to wash that man right outta.
Merlyn: hokay
llanwydd: what about the decaf?
Dexter Fong: what about the demi-tasse?
Merlyn: moore demi, bruce
Dexter Fong: Don't let me down, Bruce
Elayne: Hey, Bruce guest-hosted for Letterman last night.
Elayne: I think Letterman got too close to the chemicals in my hair or something.
Dexter Fong: Yes he did E
Dexter Fong: and Dana Carvey, John Ritter and Ted Nugent put on a cooking show on Conan
Elayne: I wonder if chemicals and smokables mix...
llanwydd: didn't see letterman
Dexter Fong: Smakable *is* chemicls
Dexter Fong: Smokeable
Dexter Fong: ..for that matter Smackable too
llanwydd: anybody been hearing FST on NPR?
Elayne: Well, there's good drugs, and there's bad drugs. And there's a time for using 'em and a time for reeeefusin' 'em.
Elayne: Reef-using drugs. Sheeit.
Elayne: The last one was the Presidents Day one, right llan?
llanwydd: missed it
Dexter Fong: Ilan: I usually catch there appearances on-line
Merlyn: prez day last, st pat's netxt
Elayne: Hang on, I'll get the URL.
Merlyn: it's on NPR's website
Elayne: Llan, you can get them all at http://www.npr.org/programs/atc/features/2002/aug/firesign/index.html#firesign
Elayne: Even though it says 2002 they have the latest one up there as well.
llanwydd: I got download it. Webtv only downloads WMPs
Dexter Fong: ah, it's "LL" not "IL"
Elayne: WebTV! Wow, is that still around?
llanwydd: but thanks
Dexter Fong: WebTV, isn't that the Spiderman network
Elayne: Well, I'll be ILL if I keep sniffing these hair chemicals...
Dexter Fong: E: Put duct tape over it
Dexter Fong: Yah know...I feel a lot more relaxed now that we dropped back to Yellow Alert
Merlyn: park & tape it
Elayne: Oh, speaking of Duct and Cover, has everyone seen the Bert the Turtle update?
llanwydd: Spiderman! Cool! MSN bought webtv but it's still the same
Dexter Fong: Don't know him E
Elayne: Oh, I'm sure you do, Dex, you're old enough to remember him.
Elayne: Check out http://www.solidarity.com/hkcartoons/duckandcover.html
Dexter Fong: E: I may be too old to remember him
||||||||| Brigand enters at 9:18 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: You're not much older than me, Dex. Bert was slightly before my time, I think I missed those PSAs by a few years.
Dexter Fong: Avast there Brigand
llanwydd: Somebody on NPR said the orange alert is now a fuchsia alert
Merlyn: hey, that's a great film, looks like the original
Elayne: Exacty so, Merlyn. I thought it was brill.
Brigand: Hiya, Dex
Elayne: Hey Brigand!
Merlyn: I used the original title on one of the spoilsport bomb shelter animations; the first one, I think
Dexter Fong: LLAN: Fashion not fuchsia
llanwydd: cool
Elayne: Is fuschia in fashion? I work in the Fashion District, last week was Fashion Week in NY, and yet nobody ever tells me anything.
Dexter Fong: Cool orange against a backdrop of icy chartreuse has the island crowd hopping these days
llanwydd: electric blue alert!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:20 PM, dragging C.Simril by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Elayne: Hey, I saw that backdrop of icy chartreuse behind Bush the other day.
Dexter Fong: Heya Cat
C.Simril: happy thursday
Elayne: It was covering Guernica, if I'm not mistaken.
Elayne: Hi Cat!
Brigand: Brown alert, if it really happens...
Dexter Fong: E: And Condaleeze too
C.Simril: did guenica go to war?
C.Simril: hi el, dex, grig, ll, merl
Elayne: Chartreuse and Condaleez... I smell a Broadway play!
Merlyn: hey cat, how does this look for an "hour hour" page: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/hour/
C.Simril: no that's brig. have some grog
Merlyn: oops, will that kick you off? You have problems checking out web pages during chats...
Elayne: That's very nice, Merlyn!
Brigand: Thanks, C.S
Elayne: Do you have more than one Hour Hour tape? I have a bunch I got from Michael Packer.
Dexter Fong: I also have a couple of shows
Elayne: I really ought to burn some of that stuff onto CDs for conversion to MP3's... maybe someday...
Merlyn: I think we'd need to get an OK; cat got an OK from austin here at the chat, I think
C.Simril: very extensive audio page of doc's
C.Simril: i someho managed to get back
Elayne: "Hey Phil, how's it going? Would y'all like me to burn some Hour Hour CDs for you and convert 'em for the website? Love to Melinda." What's the problem here?
C.Simril: i beat the ho off of me and returned to the land of the living
Elayne: I mean, aside from time management. :)
Dexter Fong: My 2 HH shows are from 6/7/70 and 6/14/70
Merlyn: If they OK it, fine by me
C.Simril: i dont recall listening to the hour hour fragment doc has on that, must do so
llanwydd: just went to get a cough of cuppee
C.Simril: ws planning to listen to Not Insane while chatting but running back and forth between here and tv news land
Dexter Fong: Decaf? Llan
Elayne: I got a cough of something off the TB Guide the other day.
Merlyn: Does anyone have a picture of them from hour hour? I couldn't find one, I used pictures about that era.
C.Simril: carlin had a riff about an album of people coughing
Elayne: The Big Books have pictures, can you take some from there?
llanwydd: these machines don't care
Merlyn: I'm watching the orange awards from the UK
Merlyn: I don't have the book; can someone scan a couple?
Dexter Fong: M: The Brits get awards for being alertly orange?
Merlyn: or do you know of some up on the web?
Elayne: I can scan you some, Merlyn. Can you send JPGs via this chat?
Merlyn: can't send them, no
Merlyn: you can email them to me, or put them up on a site
Elayne: Ah, okay. Well, e-mail me to remind me, I'll try to send you some this weekend. (elayne.riggs@verizon.net)
Merlyn: ok
C.Simril: i have the books. have book, can scan.
C.Simril: even dwarf pix would do.
Elayne: Same here, I was just looking through Big Book of Plays.
C.Simril: does anyone have the photo poster that came with that?
C.Simril: mine dissappeared mysteriously decades ago
Merlyn: ok, whichever. It would just be nice to have some pix of them doing it
llanwydd: interesting. What books?
C.Simril: they played dwarf on Hour2big book of plays and joke book
C.Simril: do you have that, el?
llanwydd: Ah, yes! I used to have them both
||||||||| Plastic Jesus enters at 9:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Plastique
C.Simril: dont be no carin ifn it rains or ifn it freezes
Dexter Fong: Fantastique
Merlyn: on the dashboard, I'd guess
Elayne: Yes, I have both Big Books, plus some poetry books from DO.
Brigand: Hey plastic
Elayne: Hey PJ!
Plastic Jesus: No, that's my Explosive charge
Elayne calls for a moment of silence for Mister Rogers *snif*
C.Simril: pyjamas? to school?
C.Simril: i have fond memories of watching him with Bit
Plastic Jesus: God, I remember watching his show on NET IIRC
Plastic Jesus: loooong ago
C.Simril: Bit being my daughter
llanwydd: I used to make fun of him when I was a kid but he was a great guy
Plastic Jesus: y
Plastic Jesus: Boy Think about that, when a ray-gun presidency was just a bad dream
Plastic Jesus: I tcouldn't happen here
Elayne: Nonsense, PJ, we still have a ray-gun presidency!
C.Simril: bob and ray have a gun?
Plastic Jesus: They'll need one when the Iraquis invade
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat and it's pointed at us
llanwydd: I voted for him in 80 but I didn't know what he would do in Libya in 85
Plastic Jesus: BTW all. Dumbya is actually the AntiChrist
C.Simril: one of our mps said she hated americans, stupid bastards yesterday. boy, is she in trouble today
Dexter Fong: mps?
C.Simril: members of parliament
Plastic Jesus: Minsiters of parliment
C.Simril: and not the old funk band
llanwydd: he's too stupid to be the antichrist
Dexter Fong: Seems a mild enough comment
Plastic Jesus: Bootsy, George at al
Elayne: PJ, they used to say Ray-Gun was the Anti-Christ 'cause of the number of letters in each of his names.
Brigand: How about Porgie Gush and Bland Profany?
Elayne: Number o' the beast and all.
Plastic Jesus: No, GWB is
C.Simril: i met a woman today who told me bush was a reincarnation of an atlantean
C.Simril: the warrior class that prevailed at the end of its civilization
llanwydd: which one?
C.Simril: i prefer my science fiction in books
Elayne: Not numerically tho, PJ.
Plastic Jesus: Whatever she qwas on I wants some
Dexter Fong: Wal Tor Llan
Plastic Jesus: Wu Tang clan?
Dexter Fong: A strange religious sect that worships astronaut beveredges
C.Simril: i';ve met a lot of people whose ideas i thought were weird, in the long course of my lifetime. then again, i'm into the firesign theatre so who's to say?
Elayne: What is it about sects and artificial beverages?
Plastic Jesus: The Joy of Sects?
Dexter Fong: What is it about Sex and drugs?
Elayne: I had to explain the Grape Kool-Aid reference to my husband the other day.
C.Simril: Beverly Average has sex?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:40 PM, dragging Bubba's Brain by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong: Heya BB
Elayne: They didn't hear that much about Jim Jones' cult in England (plus he's a little younger than me).
Brigand: Hi, BB
Plastic Jesus: oi
||||||||| Outside, the 9:41 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dave coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Hey Bubba!
C.Simril: and there's lots of brit lore you wouldn't know either, el. just keeps life interesting
Bubba's Brain: Hey all!
C.Simril: hi bub
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave
C.Simril: hnow's the hub?
Plastic Jesus: and/or oi
Elayne: Oh, I'm definitely learning little by little, Cat. :)
Brigand: Mr David
C.Simril: better than being swamped
Dexter Fong: PJ=MY?
Plastic Jesus: no dawg?
Merlyn: hey bb
Dave enters, thankful this chat wasn't about four hours ago, or he wouldn't have been able to come because of depression, but he's better now, a little bit, better than last week as well, been looking forward to this all week, hey guys
Plastic Jesus: Could be
Merlyn: hey dave
C.Simril: hey dave
Plastic Jesus: oi
Dexter Fong: PJ: I was right about the comet
Bubba's Brain: Been watching the Mister Roger's documentary they put up tonight on PBS.
Dave: "I don't care if it rains or freezes, 'long as I got my plastic Jesus!"
Elayne: Hi Dave!
Plastic Jesus: now that was a bummer
llanwydd: dave's not here
Elayne: Oh, dang Bubba, I should have figured they'd run something like that.
Dexter Fong: He's merely moved on to a bigger neighborhood
Plastic Jesus: Think of ME as you ez-pass to salvation
Elayne: Hang on, I had two conversations with EZPass Customer Service today.
Elayne: Can I blame you for those? :)
Dave: ok, here's the truth (some of you know this already) the "black dog" is an English symbol for depression, be THANKFUL I don't mention it, and stop making stupid comments about it please
Plastic Jesus: DF: You were right only cos I let you be
Dexter Fong: PJ: I appreciate your comet...er comment
Plastic Jesus: Sorry, dave- i thought that might be it
Plastic Jesus is an insensitive sod
Dexter Fong: and a merry old soul is he
Plastic Jesus: E- ya want me to Smite the EZ-Pass ppl?
Brigand: Dave: any snow in CO., ... the nonpolitical kind?
C.Simril: he calls for his zingers
Elayne: Truth to tell, PJ, they were both pretty nice. I actually like a lot of the business calls I make, I joke around on the phone a lot.
Plastic Jesus: and ho hos
C.Simril: his 10 foot zoo
C.Simril: counts his cemetaries
C.Simril: no, his zoot suit blue
Elayne: Well, Robin's telling me I've had my 40 minutes elapse and can now get rid of the nasty chemicals in my hair.
Plastic Jesus: darn, I haven't smitten anyone in a long time
C.Simril: fuck, i can't remember words to my own songs!
Elayne: When I return, I'll be blonder! And blander! And less gray and icky! See you in a bit.
C.Simril: you departing, el?
C.Simril: ok, el
Dave: snow? yeah we got a little of that, not much though
Dexter Fong: Later E
Elayne: Just for the rinse-off, Cat. Be back in a bit.
||||||||| Elayne rushes off, saying "9:47 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Plastic Jesus: Keep yr badfinger on yr place in the lyrics, cat
C.Simril: oh where do you go when you're Snowed away
Brigand: Waiting for spring, myself
Plastic Jesus: Same here
C.Simril: burried under winter, brig?
Plastic Jesus: as are we here
C.Simril: we have flowers blooming all over the place, cherry trees in bloom outside the living room
Brigand: expecting more tonight and two feet last week, C.Sirmil
Plastic Jesus: We still have snow from my birthday round here
C.Simril: was supposed to snow yesterday, but no, just more flowers
C.Simril: you on the east coast?
Bubba's Brain: I've got lots do do... just wanted to check in on the congersation. See y'all later.
Plastic Jesus: Flowers are better than snow
Dexter Fong: Night Bub
C.Simril: by bub
Merlyn: for once, minnesota is the warm spot
Merlyn: bye BB
Brigand: Take care of the Brain
C.Simril: make it a G spot and I'll take the case
Plastic Jesus hand Bubba an entex for congestion
llanwydd: Two feet last week? I'll bet you're in New Jersey
Bubba's Brain: I'll be back when the day is new. And I'll have more ideas for you. And you'll have things you'll want to talk about. And I will too.
Brigand: Next to it (NJ)
||||||||| Bubba's Brain departs at 9:50 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
C.Simril: 4 feet good, 2 feet bad
C.Simril: d'uh, way?
llanwydd: I had two feet last week too. Had em all my life in fact
Dexter Fong afk's for a drink during the lull
C.Simril: good thing you didnt lose em, ll
Plastic Jesus: I can give you extras
Merlyn: that means you have two soles
C.Simril: i'm still waiting for the shoe to drop
Plastic Jesus: I only have sandals w/holes in them
Brigand: Drop acid, the ball but never your shu
Dave: brb for a minute
Merlyn: you can make copies (if you can burn CDs) and play those, that's legal too
Plastic Jesus: for now anyway
C.Simril: pj, you've been here before, i think?
Plastic Jesus: yes
C.Simril: no, cloning's outta style
Plastic Jesus: I'm aka Curtis Le may, Companero Senor Yamamoto etc
C.Simril: but brig and ll are new?
Plastic Jesus: ing a deja cvu
Brigand: I feel like a...new... man
C.Simril: first time here?
Plastic Jesus: That got scrambled
C.Simril: i feel like the same old woman
Plastic Jesus: deja vu
Brigand: At this point in time, yes..
Plastic Jesus would like to feel a woman
C.Simril: as opposed to all time existing at once?
llanwydd: Ich müsse be goin'. Check out bobsbrazerkolounge at Yahoo Groups. See you next woche
C.Simril: and i feel her all the time
||||||||| Elayne enters at 9:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: The one thing about IRC I like is that people had to come in under their usual name before they started going all pseudonymous
Elayne scrambles to read the log and catch up. :)
C.Simril: well, elayne has someone else to do that
Plastic Jesus: Sorry
Dexter Fong: Nigh LLan
Dexter Fong: Night
C.Simril: by ll
Elayne: Aww. By llan!
Elayne: And I missed Bubba... *sigh*
Brigand: The Spanish LL = Y
Elayne: But I'm back, and frighteningly blonder.
C.Simril: who es frightened?
Dexter Fong: Huba Hubaa
Brigand: and I was hoping for blue
Elayne: My cats, I think (although not Cat, I hope).
Elayne: Heh, sorry Brig, I try to only do colors actually found in nature.
Plastic Jesus: hmm LLamamoto?
C.Simril: mr yamamoto of hollywood
C.Simril: synchronicity
Dexter Fong is now Aunt Tilde
Elayne: Oh, I just thought the name was Welsh, with that w and double-dee and whatnot.
C.Simril: just as you said that, the mr. yamamoto ad is on in background. i'm listening to not insane
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Brigand: brb, gone for coffee
Dexter Fong: Decaf?
Plastic Jesus: God I hope not
C.Simril: tha't s just our joke
C.Simril: fletcher must sleep sometimes
Dexter Fong: These machines don't care
Dave: has Ken made an appearance? or Doc?
C.Simril: i got here late
Dexter Fong: Dave: Ken prolly absent this week...dunno about Doc
Plastic Jesus: I jumped on at 9 3 or 40 ish
Elayne: Haven't seen either, Dave.
Dexter Fong: Klok *said* he'd be here this week but...
C.Simril: 40 is almost half of 93
Elayne: Tom's been here a bit later these last few weeks than he used to. He might still drop by.
C.Simril: depending on what you were doing in 93
Dexter Fong: Well done Cat
C.Simril: how is klok?
Plastic Jesus: 25 or 6 to 4
Dexter Fong: Says he's okay..nothing wrong and expected to be here this week Cat
C.Simril: thankfully not incinerated in that club
Dexter Fong: Jeeze cat =))))
Elayne: My ex was pretty shaken up about that, RI isn't that far from where he is in CT.
C.Simril: when i dissappear, you know i'm in barcelona, or some such exquisitery
Plastic Jesus: That's what happens when you listen to the DEVIL's MUSIC!
C.Simril: the guy who was here, el?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Don't think it would have spread that far considering the snow etc.
Merlyn: don't know why small places don't need sprinkers if they can still admit an audience of hundreds
Elayne: Oh no, he was just shaken up 'cause he's been to the area, it's very familiar to him.
Elayne: Lots of kids from CT like to hang out in RI, for some reason.
Plastic Jesus: A bad deja vu
Dexter Fong: One audience member...one sprinker
C.Simril: makes sense
Plastic Jesus: A rallying Cry!
Dexter Fong: To the Rally
Dexter Fong: Where's my Rand McNally
Plastic Jesus: In the alley
Dexter Fong sings with Sallie in the alley
Dexter Fong: =)
Plastic Jesus singhs down in the valley
Dexter Fong: Evening Raga PJ
C.Simril: a rand mcnally joke in Tile it LIke it Is eludes me
Dexter Fong: ?
||||||||| Ken waltzes in at 10:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Plastic Jesus: Do tell, cat
Ken: hi, dear friends, i has arrived
Dexter Fong: Hey Ken what an appearance
C.Simril: and speaking of dken...
Dexter Fong: Speak Ken
Plastic Jesus: oi and/or oi
Merlyn: hey ken
Elayne: Hi Ken!
Ken: i'll have to read the log now for sure, to see what you were saying about me :) if it wasn't bad enough, i'll correct you later
Dave: 'ey there Ken, put down that knocker and knock some down with us, here ya go...
Elayne: Just wondering if you'd show up tonight, nothing untoward. But if we'd had a couple more minutes...
Dexter Fong: it's decaf
Ken: i wish i had some knockers in my hands......
Elayne: Well, you can't have mine, they're taken!
Dexter Fong: Havesome knockwurst
Ken: i warned a few that i might be late and/or absent, but didn't send to everyone
Elayne: Hmm, don't mind if I do!@
Plastic Jesus: I'll second that. That may Magdeline hd a balcony you could do shake speare off of
Dexter Fong: ...and some enterlatre
Ken: "those were the wurst knockers i ever saw"
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: You know, more than three shakes of that spear... well, you know what they say.
Brigand: I have recaffinated coffee
C.Simril: my y deports?
Ken: has anyone already said "r.i.p. fred rogers" yet?
Plastic Jesus: Shake it more than thrice and yr playing w/ it
C.Simril: st. mickey, save me
Brigand: Hiya, Ken
C.Simril: the man was at peace all ready, ken
C.Simril: it was contagious
Ken: i see names i don't recognize, but we're all friends here
||||||||| Comrade MrYamamoto waltzes in at 10:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Comrade MrYamamoto: I'm me now
Ken: hey yammie
Brigand: Yi Yam
Comrade MrYamamoto: oi
C.Simril: i yam wut i yam
Comrade MrYamamoto: etc
Elayne: Hey Yam!
Merlyn: hey yoto
Comrade MrYamamoto: No, I yam what I yam
Dexter Fong bows to MY
Ken: i hear through the potato vine that yammie is a real sweetie :)
Comrade MrYamamoto: I'll be keen to see what my alternate identity dies of
Brigand: Motorized Yam....interesting?
C.Simril: dog food and downers
Comrade MrYamamoto: We to be taking burning desert skis?
Ken: "crushed by a pallet of friskies while he drank coffee on break"
Comrade MrYamamoto: Death By cat food
C.Simril: the mutiple identity stamp tax takes effect at 0200 Hours
C.Simril: i'm not food
Comrade MrYamamoto: Uh, oh
Elayne: All this talk of food... need snack... will return...
Ken: "eat me raw"
Brigand: Dead Dog Cat Food??
Comrade MrYamamoto stuffs his face constantly
C.Simril: i must go and marinate some halibut. be back momentarily. unless the halibut puts up a fight
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:14 PM and Sinestre Fong steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: here's hoping
Comrade MrYamamoto: Don't use chEEp booze, cat
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:15 PM and nurse judy steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Sinestre Fong: MY how do you re-enter chat without exiting...open another window?
Elayne returns with garlic-flavored bagel chips and white cranberry juice for everybody!
Sinestre Fong: Hi NJ
Comrade MrYamamoto: Damn Pesky Time Machines
Elayne: Hi NJ, SF!
Comrade MrYamamoto: I just kicked the page open again from "Favorites" and logged back in
Merlyn: fong, just type the same name in again, and it'll ask you if you want to log in anyway
Dave: WAH HA!
nurse judy: Hi ho chaterinos!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood in through the front door at 10:17 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: like that
Merlyn: but you need to have the same IP address; it probably won't work if you're on AOL or an ISP that "rotates" IP addresses
Elayne: Hang on, are there 2 of everybody here but me?
Sinestre Fong: I'm having problem where server at other end raches a point and doesn't recognize me anymore.Still connected to ISP though
Ken: how many fongs and yammies are there? i'm seeing double i think
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: You have to open IE in AoHell
Elayne: Oh, I see.
Ken: ah, nurse judy, the object of my dreams.....
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Triple
nurse judy: things not happening too well with my log ons
Merlyn: let me compare the fong IP addresses
Sinestre Fong: I got netscape
||||||||| 10:18 PM: OhISee jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dave: "oh my goodness"
OhISee: You just open up a new browser window.
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: If you try this straight from AoHell, you get croaked repeatedly
Sinestre Fong: A voyeur!
||||||||| OhISee runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's OhISee?! It's 10:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: that works fine for me, i'm an exhibitor
||||||||| Nancy1 waltzes in at 10:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Elayne runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads Nancy 2 inside, makes a note of the time (10:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Plastic Jesus: Yes
Nancy 2: Hey, you hussy, get back here!
Nancy1: Hussy? Who you calling a hussy?
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Hey It's me
||||||||| Nancy1 departs at 10:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: fong: yes, your IP addresses are quite different. vs.
||||||||| Nancy 2 rushes off, saying "10:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Elayne waltzes in at 10:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Plastic Jesus: No, Me
Elayne: Well, that was exhausting and somewhat needless. :)
Sinestre Fong: Thanks Merl...will have to check with my ISP
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Sinestre Fong: Ah sweet release
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Yes it gets a bit much
nurse judy: has austin made his non appreance yet?
Merlyn: well, since I have the same problem with AOL, I could change it to only use the first two numbers. Right now, it ignores the last number, I can ignore the last two instead
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: ; hands DF a moist towelette
Merlyn: no austin yet
C.Simril: hi nurse
Ken: brian: if you set it to ignore the last four, you don't have anything else to worry about
Sinestre Fong: Btw MY..The Winter palace award to you for the longest chat scene by a multi-personality performer
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: How about Houston or San antonio
Elayne: I don't think any of the 4or5 have shown, there are too many pseudonyms in here for me as it is. :)
nurse judy: purr cat
C.Simril: he non hasnt non appeared, judy
Merlyn: we could advertise "93% fewer deaths from Dengue fever"
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Thank Yew
C.Simril: or arbutus
nurse judy: and non
||||||||| klokwkdog enters at 10:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Sinestre Fong: Who you callin' a Pseudo-nim Im a real Nim
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Tirebutus?
nurse judy: nim job?
Brigand: What's up klok
C.Simril: and speaking of kloks
Sinestre Fong: Hey Klok =)
Elayne: Hey klok!
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: oi
C.Simril: both of mickey's hands are pointed to 666
Ken: klok klok (who's there?)
Sinestre Fong: Nein Nein Nein
nurse judy: my clock stopped
Plastic Jesus: watch that stuff cat
C.Simril: hal? is that you?
Plastic Jesus: Dad don't dig that
nurse judy: dahboard sermons?
Dave: I'm always gonna be Dave, otherwise I wouldn't be me, and that's bad
C.Simril: stuffed cat? more a hungry cat at that
Dave: apparently Klok has graced us, hello there!
Sinestre Fong: Nurse Judy had stopped my heart just like she had stopped my car; in front of an all night drug store fulla barstool cowboys
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I'm always me, sometimes there's just more than one
C.Simril: the net is more about masks than ordinary life, dave
Dave: "say goodnight Gracey"
Ken: i've now got 6 cats living with me instead of the normal 3
nurse judy: the hungry eye
C.Simril: 3 are normal?
klokwkdog: hello, just a minute while I start some cayenne pepper weaponizing
C.Simril: Pi are squared
Plastic Jesus: I ate, thanx
nurse judy: I got sperm that dangles from my dingle
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Thaks for sharing
C.Simril: goo knots, gravy
Ken: the lethal capsaicin effect
||||||||| "10:25 PM? 10:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "doctec should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as doctec enters and sits on the couch.
Plastic Jesus: I have 4 cats
doctec: hi guys, can't stay long...
Sinestre Fong: NJ: ooops perhaps she had said too much
Ken: well, cat, there are normally 3 here. but they are NOT normal
Ken: hi tom
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:25 PM, then departs.
C.Simril: and speaking of only technical doctors
Brigand: Hey dock
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Elayne: Hey Tom!
Plastic Jesus: Doc
klokwkdog: 'lo DT
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: oi
Sinestre Fong: Hello Doc
Ken: and a bunny hops in :)
C.Simril: and bunny too
Plastic Jesus: and oi
Elayne: Hi Bunny!
nurse judy: doc up
doctec: and bb too - hi bb, can't stay long...
C.Simril: whole new version of red shift crew
doctec: looks like a full house tonight
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Rabbit Test?
||||||||| 10:26 PM: mrmuckle jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Brigand: HEy it's Bb
Sinestre Fong: Hey Bunny
doctec: wow
Merlyn: I got a straight flush in the bathroom
Ken: the last rabbit to take that test died
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Wel, there are 2 or 3 of me
doctec: howdy ho mm
Ken: hi muckle
mrmuckle: hiyaz
Plastic Jesus: Yippie tie one on
doctec: lysol will take care of that, merl
nurse judy: four asses beats 2 farts
Brigand: MrM..
Bunnyboy: thass ok, doc - Hey, thanks for the FTP tip. There are a few "extras" in the box now.
doctec: "four asses beats 2 farts" ... film at 11?
Sinestre Fong: MM hi
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: oi to all
klokwkdog: check hamilton arp, Cat: it's not real, NASA is faking it
Ken: bunny, you a waiter now? what's with the tips?
nurse judy: we got that door closed again
Plastic Jesus: including me
doctec: bb: cool, i'll check 'em out tomorrow or the weekend
Bunnyboy: I'm a quick stop, as well. The wind whirls...
Bunnyboy: Is that wind I smell?
mrmuckle: dang! all that broken glass...
C.Simril: hi much
C.Simril: muck
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: That wind is Broken!
C.Simril: thanks for all the work, bun
mrmuckle: hi, Cat
Bunnyboy: (sings) And I'll never have that recipe agaaaaaaaaaaain!
C.Simril: how's it muckin?
nurse judy: closed on account of mollasses
Bunnyboy: cat: My pleasure. Rilly.
Merlyn: ok fong, the reaper should be more forgiving now.
mrmuckle: with a rake!
klokwkdog: Boston was closed once on account of molasses
doctec: anyway, lili says hi - she is waiting for me to make her another vodka tonic in fact
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: That's a sticy situation, NJ
doctec: high
C.Simril: the reaper? forgives?
Sinestre Fong: Merl: Thank you...
doctec: dex: been very busy this week, i'll get back to you about the red shift line
C.Simril: you killed kenny!
Ken: did someone leave the cake out in the rain?
Ken: hi lili
Sinestre Fong: Okey dokey Doc
C.Simril: Yob Ass, ters
doctec: you plasterers
Bunnyboy: The Whole Mole, not just the asses! Eat 'em, wipe 'em off, eat 'em again...
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: No rain here
C.Simril: turds
Ken: klok: i saw a history channel thing on the great molasses flood once. many died
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Hello lili
klokwkdog: 1919 - crushed several buildings, killed 11 people
nurse judy: not such a beautiful day in my neighborhood!
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I had seconds, no turds, thou, didn't want to be a hog
C.Simril: first The Realist i ever read had article about the plaster casters
Bunnyboy: RIP, Rogers.
nurse judy: that's the spreadninest stuff
C.Simril: back when jimi hendrix's cock wasn't attached to a corpse
klokwkdog: yes, it
C.Simril: decades later paul sent me the same issue, as a sample
klokwkdog: yes, it's a lousy day in the neighborhood
Bunnyboy: A chicken? Why not a duck?
Ken: seems like you could just outrun it to me, but maybe it was more powerful back in the old days
nurse judy: tJimi broke the mold
klokwkdog: viaduct?
C.Simril: how goes it, klok?
C.Simril: time in a bottle? a bong?
nurse judy: why a fence?
Ken: when the klok bongs 12 times, it's tomorrow
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: If anyone has any good time in a bottle, let it out now
Bunnyboy: DUCK SOUP, and all the Paramount Marx pictures, should be readily available on DVD, dadgummit!
Sinestre Fong: Yeah MY we all could really use it
mrmuckle: I can't read the script. Does that say "wall" or "wail"?
C.Simril: still livin in a bottle, with gil scot
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Who owns paramount this week?
C.Simril: pears mount?
Ken: muckle: change to your reading glasses. put away the opera glasses since the fat lady already sang
C.Simril: thought they were asexual
Bunnyboy: DUCK SOUP. Talk about a film ripe for revival. Timely, indeed.
doctec: bb: i couldn't agree more (i'll have two beers too)
Merlyn: oops, sorry fong..
doctec: pair 'a' mounts
nurse judy: the revolution will not be televangilised
Bunnyboy: (sings) To WAR! To WAR! To WAR we're gonna GO!
C.Simril: to go?
doctec: how deep is her valley
C.Simril: no go, mr. tojo
Elayne is fading, so she may as well fade all the way. Night all!
nurse judy: upstart!
klokwkdog: it was a tank, made from ½" steel plates. it fermented in unusually warm weather and exploded, sending shrapnel flying for hundreds of feet slicing through anything in the way
klokwkdog: nite E!
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: " i GOT RAQUED IN iRAQ"
C.Simril: lving next to your country is like living next to imperialist japan in 1930s
doctec: that's where i live - dollars taxes! heh heh, that's-a-some joke eh boss?
klokwkdog: army dreamers...
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: byeeee
doctec: nite e
C.Simril: except i really dont think you fuckers will invade us
Bunnyboy: Yam: Well, Paramount's back catalog, up to at least 1940, is in Universal's mighty mitts.
doctec: and i must make lili her vodka tonic
doctec: i'll try to pop in again later
nurse judy: e out
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Don't worry cat,
Ken: ah, fermented molasses usually equals rum--yum yum yum
doctec: t.t.f.n. all
mrmuckle: There AIN'T no Sanity clause!!!
doctec: -click-
||||||||| At 10:35 PM, doctec vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
C.Simril: and pride myself at the quality of my intoxicants and naievte
klokwkdog: not gonna touch that one with a 10 ft pole
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: You guize don't have enough oil, andd yr religion is like ours
nurse judy: yeah and your ice isn't cold enough either
C.Simril: dave stil here?
Bunnyboy: Mighty. Haw! If you go to Universal's home video site, and click on their catalog link, in pops up a "Coming Soon" window.
klokwkdog: ah, the plot element from Comfort and Joy, great movie
Ken: coming soon will never show my picture these days......
C.Simril: indeed
Bunnyboy: Chewsy Chews Candy. They're Goody Good Good!
C.Simril: that scot made some great flicks
Ken: yam: canadians have a LOT of oil. it's all inside tar sands though
Plastic Jesus: Scotty?
klokwkdog: the big question is, why aren't we invading Saudi Arabia first?
C.Simril: beam me up, doc
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Yeah, not as easy to get as the Iraqui stoof
C.Simril: its' raining oil here
nurse judy: tarzands of the apes?
Bunnyboy: I gotta split da scene. Mister Birdseed, go to press!
Ken: klok: they have too much money in our govt. bonds. our economy would collapse totally if they pulled it all out
||||||||| Catherwood escorts malcolmxjohnlennon in through the front door at 10:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I'm listening to "It's Raining Coffe" by Cafe Tacuba
nurse judy: bb bouncy bouncy
C.Simril: by bun, thanks again. hope you and me and doc can discuss stuff soonest
klokwkdog: all you need to get all the oil you want out of tar sands is money
Ken: hi, mxjl
C.Simril: i love what youre contributing to Red Shift
Brigand: IS mal content?
Bunnyboy: cat: I'm all...ears.
mrmuckle: ah, Dad, call me Eddie! I'm an American now!
C.Simril: come on in and Dig your mother
Ken: i read your automobiography once :)
Bunnyboy: Nite, yez.
C.Simril: your wife would hope not, bun
Brigand: Nite Bb
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: nite
Sinestre Fong: oi
Ken: later, bun
mrmuckle: gunnite!
||||||||| gorganzola waltzes in at 10:38 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Bunnyboy says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bunnyboy exits at 10:38 PM.
nurse judy: pets or meat
gorganzola: I thought you already had one...
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Hey I pwn "oi'
Ken: hi, cheezer
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: own
mrmuckle: Hey! that's some knocker!
Sinestre Fong: pwn?...oi!
gorganzola: thank you, Herr Doktor
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: They come in pairs
Ken: start breathing, please, you're turning BLUE!
klokwkdog: we shall go to our doom down Wattling Steet
gorganzola: cyan wheeze
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
nurse judy: shock the monkey
C.Simril: by el
Sinestre Fong: Ah no, Ken ...they're supposed to be blue, Mutant Blues, we call 'em
klokwkdog: CMYK to you too
mrmuckle: monk the shocky
klokwkdog: laugh while you can, monkey boy
mrmuckle: And where's the Reverend E.L. Mouse???
Ken: don't ape me, klok
Sinestre Fong howl with laughter
Plastic Jesus: No such thing as Evolution ya know, Dad bunged the whole shebang together in a long workweek
nurse judy: cutting the cheeze
Sinestre Fong Howler Monkey
Ken: lol, pj!
klokwkdog: i've seen the best minds of my generation...
Merlyn: is that your "minkey"?
C.Simril: dad?
Plastic Jesus: Sat around on Saturday in his unerwear and drank beer
klokwkdog: kevin minkey?
C.Simril: scene?
gorganzola: and his bumb...
Sinestre Fong: Klok: Brain Surgeon now?
mrmuckle: i've seen the best minds of my generation...splayed across a chromium tabletop
klokwkdog: yep, self-taught
Ken: i thought a minke was a whale
gorganzola: held together by a titanium screw...
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I saw an offer for a brain salad surgery
klokwkdog: yeah, like Moby Dick
nurse judy: Brother Theodore Surgeon
C.Simril: you've been elsewhere involved, klok?
klokwkdog: the ultimate fish tale...
C.Simril: sector d for downers
Ken: i've never had a titanium screw. can i find pictures at www.hustler.com ?
Dave: the best minds of my generation are so self-absorbed they don't know when to look up
C.Simril: starring darryl hannah?
klokwkdog: 90% of everything is junk, yes!
nurse judy: sturgeon surgen
gorganzola: once you've had titanium, you'll never go ytrbium
Merlyn: "crap" actually
C.Simril: 90% of theodore sturgeon is junk, if not more
Dave: the other 10 percent is bullshit
klokwkdog: i've been elsewhere involved, yes
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I had Molybendium once
Brigand: Self-absorbed like Sponge Bob
C.Simril: good for you. i hope
klokwkdog: neutral, Cat, neutral
mrmuckle: I know...it tastes like chicken
Merlyn: that reminds me, check out this periodic table: http://www.theodoregray.com/PeriodicTable/
C.Simril: austin, ad nauseum, has tlaked of sponge bob but i have no idea who this character is
gorganzola: The unbrownable Moly sink...
Plastic Jesus: Always start in Neutral
klokwkdog: available in manual or now in easy-to-use automagic form
C.Simril: a saturday cartoon? on only us networks? i know it not
gorganzola: I only look in the periodic table once a month.
Ken: reminds me of a joke, klok: atom walks into a bar, says he's lost an electron. bartender says "are you sure?". atom says "i'm positive"
C.Simril: good one, ken
nurse judy: he's as good as macaronie
Plastic Jesus: I know little or nothing re cartoons, having no teevee
gorganzola: Do you know how fast you were going, Dr. Heisenberg?
gorganzola: , but I know where I was..
C.Simril: i just invented radium
Plastic Jesus: Uncertian
gorganzola: No.
C.Simril: never seen tv, plastic?
Plastic Jesus: Not on a dashboard, no
C.Simril: only become violent when he wathca tv
klokwkdog: cayenne is finished weaponizing; back shortly
nurse judy: PJ always looking behind
C.Simril: dewar friend line segued into not insane
Ken: ok, guys, i now have a bowl of pure, natural, breyer's butter pecan ice cream so i'll be stuffing my pie hole for a few. carry on without my input
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: Have to go and deploy, then ,eh?
C.Simril: i've now heard the radio shows more than the original album
C.Simril: thakfully
klokwkdog: no, it has to cool for 2 min first
nurse judy: cease: pf what you speak?
C.Simril: pi are wholed?
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood: I'm gonna hit the sack. So now all the FST guize will show up. Later all
C.Simril: pf?
nurse judy: o
mrmuckle: byeeee
Sinestre Fong: Night o Master of many names
klokwkdog: only when it's proportional to the square of the radius in height, Cat
klokwkdog: nite Y
nurse judy: of
mrmuckle: po?
klokwkdog: dog?
klokwkdog: pondering
Dave: I have figured out what people should think of me as in all my various states of craziness, and it is proposed as follows: think of me as a chicken who just flew the coop and just took one hell of a shit in the neighbor's yard
klokwkdog: ?
Brigand: Put your Yam in park, say night
C.Simril: the let's eat shows i've listened to more in the past 30 years, since i only got them a few years ago, more than listening to Not INsane album i bought when it cam eout, and listened to rarley since then
mrmuckle: ever do any boondoggling???
Dave: don't ask me what that means, i just made it up and thought it humorous
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| malcolmxjohnlennon - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: uh, ok
C.Simril: ok dave, i thought of you last saturday
klokwkdog: brb
nurse judy: Ah yes, Martian Space Party broadcast better than LP by far
C.Simril: my cinematography prof told us all to see Adaptation, new flick by guys who wrote Being John Malkovitch
Brigand: Chickens don't fly...do they?
C.Simril: i found that flick a breath of fresh air. Adaptation, on the other paw, is a long slog thru a sewer
nurse judy: Mr M: can't says I have
Sinestre Fong: Brig: If you throw then hard enough they will
C.Simril: e i was "watching" it to learn my new craft, i had to turn my eyes away because of its sheer painlful ugliness. i wished i were blind
mrmuckle: shucks.
gorganzola: I don't think Adaptation was very good.
Brigand: Like the turkey drop on WKRP??
C.Simril: script not bad, just a kind of anti-cinematography
nurse judy: sounds like a bubble in a bath tub
gorganzola: But it was useful for their Evolution.
Sinestre Fong: Brig: I believe they were frozen turkeys wern't they?
mrmuckle: Ogg Ogglebt!
nurse judy: those damn anti-cinemites
gorganzola: You'd be cold, tossed out of a plane at thirty below...
mrmuckle: (...by)
Brigand: minced by the time they hit ground
C.Simril: or sell
gorganzola: Sell...ective, aintcha?
mrmuckle: he's in the next cell!
Sinestre Fong: Chopper Updraft slices turkeys
nurse judy: let's get back to the black pussy
C.Simril: use the telephone
C.Simril: black obelisk?
gorganzola: The line is tapped!
C.Simril: gettin back, gettin back
mrmuckle: best joint in town! You can pull whatever you want there...
Ken: judy: i hear it's all pink on the inside
C.Simril: cuz fhe front's off limits
nurse judy: take off your hat when you talk to a lady
gorganzola: But it's all quiet there...
Sinestre Fong: That got ken back =))))))))
C.Simril: on the western front?
Ken: dex: i put the bowl down for that comment!
C.Simril: th3 magic bowl movement
Sinestre Fong: NJ: you said I could leave my hat on
C.Simril: no, randy newman said that. but he's old now
nurse judy: only if you have sex in it
Ken: cat: joe cocker said that
Sinestre Fong: K: No greater sacrifice can one man make
gorganzola: By Wolfgang Amadeus Metesky
C.Simril: dr. austin, i thought you were naught
Sinestre Fong: Cat: You some kinda ageist?
mrmuckle: not?
C.Simril: joe has a cock?
gorganzola: Naught outside the city limits...
C.Simril: i thought he crowed at midnight, mr benny
gorganzola: Thank you Rochester...
Sinestre Fong: =))))))
C.Simril: oh don
C.Simril: o-den
C.Simril: udon
gorganzola: U-Dennis
nurse judy: wait till I see that elevator boy!
C.Simril: cheap japanese food forever
Sinestre Fong: Welll!
mrmuckle: Don Ho
gorganzola: You've used your noodle...
Ken: who's a ho?
Sinestre Fong: Don or Donna
mrmuckle: Dung Ho
C.Simril: none of you folks heard Tile it LIke it Is, with the firesign benny parody on it
gorganzola: Don wHo?
C.Simril: Nude elle?
nurse judy: donner party
C.Simril: Preferable to Lui
Sinestre Fong: Everybody looks like a ho in a cashmere sweater.....that's why I own so many
gorganzola: Oh Donner, O Blitzen
C.Simril: Lui Loo Eye
mrmuckle: the Donner Party was a long dinner party
C.Simril: We gotta Go
gorganzola: Oooo Oooo
klokwkdog: cleaning nightmare
Sinestre Fong: Cat: Where's that from Tile it?
nurse judy: Gein cuisine
gorganzola: First course, Cannibal Soup...
C.Simril: i think we're just outside uh rochester
C.Simril: mr benny, mr. been
Ken: shuffle off to buffalo then
C.Simril: i forget the whole play but i know part of it by heart
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Plastic Jesus - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Comrade MrYamamoto - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
mrmuckle: Entering Marion
Sinestre Fong: I ain't shuffling no mo' honkey
C.Simril: i based my benny linesin Neal Amiid on that riff
nurse judy: Orson bean orgone
C.Simril: they go, they go
gorganzola: Good lines, Cat...
gorganzola: But they don't go...
Sinestre Fong: Bow your heads, the trinity has departed
C.Simril: you heard Neal Amid, gorg?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
nurse judy: sniffed out
C.Simril: i'm always amazed anyone's heard my work
gorganzola: Yes, you sent it to me...
Ken: catherwood has worked up to five minutes fast now
Sinestre Fong: Cat: From whence cometh "Tile it"?
C.Simril: even if half of the original folks on this chat and 3/4 of the firesign are on it
C.Simril: the xmas 67 radio free oz show
nurse judy: more than once?
Ken: cat: i just re-located my copy of neil, will have to listen again soon
C.Simril: whoever you are, gorg, i',m glad you liked it. if you did
klokwkdog: it's an option on the background, Dex
gorganzola: I am a sacred admirer...of Seem Real. I want my own branch, called Seem Reel...
Ken: been so long i don't even remember it now. it got covered up for years
Sinestre Fong: Ken: Finally cleaning house, hmmm?
nurse judy: Seamy valley
Ken: yes, dex, i actually have a floor now :)
C.Simril: see me, feel me, touch me, heal me
klokwkdog: Cat, I finally finished Snow Crash. His most cinematic book, I think
gorganzola: doo dah
gorganzola: doo dah
Sinestre Fong: I hear you Mr. Sheep Justice
klokwkdog: is Simi Valley the root of all evil?
nurse judy: bonzo dog
gorganzola: Oh, ewe....
Sinestre Fong: Banned
klokwkdog: Camptown ladies never sang the whole day long!
Ken: i love the bonzo stuff. "adolph hitler on xylophone"
C.Simril: indeed
Sinestre Fong: Klok: Right, they were marching to Shibboleth
gorganzola: The great Vivian Stanshall...
C.Simril: as to wear
Sinestre Fong: She was great in gone with the wind
nurse judy: ginger geezer
Sinestre Fong: Ginger tweezer
klokwkdog: the #10 downing street web page source still lists Margaret Thatcher in the metatags, so she lives on elsewhere than bonzo
C.Simril: hasnt her fart dissapated yet?
nurse judy: my pink half of the drainpipe
Sinestre Fong: Klok: You mean theMargaret and Bonzo are....pppphhhhtttt!
gorganzola: Are you having trouble with your vowels?
Sinestre Fong: Nah I'm a regular guy
gorganzola: A blockage, perhaps?
klokwkdog: yes, I'm afraid so; the Dutchess of Hacksaw lives on
Ken: i use prune juice for my problems
gorganzola: They removed my appendix, and replaced it with my glossary...
C.Simril: i will return. to baghdad. too many vows for one's dad
klokwkdog: gorg: no, it's his Northumberland accent
Sinestre Fong: hadn't heard Hacksaw before =)
nurse judy: table your contents
gorganzola: My bowel is resectioned, I have a semi-colon.
Sinestre Fong mutters Damn airport security
klokwkdog: Dex: it was an item in The Register today. Apparently, the maintainers of the PM's web page have been lax
Ken: i serve lunch on my table on contents
Sinestre Fong: Maybe they know something we don't know??????
C.Simril: tense cons need a pro
Ken: klok: for 3 months after bush took over, the cia page still showed clinton as prez
gorganzola: I never eat at LAX, too expensive.
C.Simril: shows you what they know
C.Simril: i've eaten their many times
klokwkdog: here it is: After the obvious joke, Ken exits at 11:10 PM.
klokwkdog: meta name=keywords content=10 Downing Street, Prime Minister, United Kingdom, Tony Blair, UK Government, News, PMQs, Prime Minister's Questions, press briefings, E-petition, E-mail updates, Winston Churchill, Margaret Thatcher, Cabinet, Ministers, Whitehall, Speeches
||||||||| Ken enters at 11:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Merlyn: KWD has gone nuts
C.Simril: only recently?
||||||||| Sinestre Fong departs at 11:11 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
klokwkdog: no, KWD killed his web page temporarily
gorganzola: He's clockwork, cut him some slack...
nurse judy: his eyes gettin beady
Ken: brian: my page has stopped refreshing. i exited and re-entered to get the latest. it scrolled up but nothing appeared except blank
C.Simril: better gone nuts than gone buried
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 11:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
C.Simril: you been gone, dex?
gorganzola: Cat, whoever I am, I have super powers only twice a year...
nurse judy: fresh!
Merlyn: you can't "scroll up", you have to use the "log" link by the exit button
C.Simril: ah, mr equinox
Merlyn: oops, "IT scrolled up"
gorganzola: In deed, as well as thought...
C.Simril: what a pinacle we find ourselves upon, zippy]
Merlyn: yes, I got a lot of blanks from KWD's weirdness
gorganzola: And,,,your point?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Some sorta ISP problem...after a while I get blocked by server at other end
C.Simril: mr. toad. away!
klokwkdog: reload the page, it's faster
Dexter Fong: Ken: That happened to me too
gorganzola: Has Pinnacle arrived yet?
C.Simril: then the speed of light?
nurse judy: knocked out loaded?
klokwkdog: I left an angle bracket open, my fault
Ken: ok, i'm not alone then. that makes me feel better
gorganzola: C
C.Simril: some limey
C.Simril: not yet, alas
C.Simril: have a head full of europe tape/editing ideas that are driving me insane
gorganzola: Too bad. Sorry the video's corrupted itself...
Ken: limey with rum is good
C.Simril: d taking course, makes me more and more want to experiement with editing stuff
gorganzola: ...on ZweiStein
klokwkdog: gums up the blender, though, Ken
nurse judy: have a code orange
gorganzola: Your gums are up the blender?
Ken: lol, klok!
C.Simril: no on pinnaccle, Zwei too confusing to dealve into at present, but i shall
Dexter Fong: Code Orange...well that means Code 2 rules
klokwkdog: FYA: Auckland weather - hi 25, low 17. It's going to rain and stop, rain and stop. "That's all it ever does in Auckland..."
C.Simril: klok said something funny?
nurse judy: snowing here
C.Simril: you been to NZ klok?
gorganzola: snow use
Ken: klok: C or F?
klokwkdog: why would anyone go there, Cat?
C.Simril: snowing most of your country and even more of mine, nurse
Dexter Fong: Take the C take the C
gorganzola: c*5/9-32
Ken: ah, the clue is "rain" if it were F temps wouldn't be rain
C.Simril: cuz you like sun or something, klok. many of my friends went ther
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:18 PM and MR Yamamoto to you, PAL! steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
C.Simril: and LOR makes it llok great.
klokwkdog: although it's been about frigging freezing forever here; 25 sounds nice
Ken: why do i ask dumb questions like that?
Dave: Cat did you see my MSG?
Dexter Fong: Ken you fiendishly clever devil
C.Simril: tthing is, nowhere is better to Look at than van. it aint gonna happen
C.Simril: what is msg, dave?
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Ajinimoto
gorganzola: monosodium grootamate
Ken: wb, yam
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Set to go off after meal
klokwkdog: I can't understand it either, Dave
Dexter Fong: He back I told You the Trinity would rturn I was right about the comet too
C.Simril: i know more about that than you care to know, kllok
gorganzola: When an elephant steps on your foot, say "Aw, gee. No mo' toe.
Dave: I sent you a message Cat, did you see it?
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Ken
klokwkdog: I was sure it was going to fail
Dave: sorry hit the caps lock on accident
Ken: i had a friend with a mercury comet once
klokwkdog: much better than a Mercury Rev
nurse judy: did it have bad brakes?
gorganzola: What a misnomer...'
Ken: mercury comets outgas a lot when they near the sun. much more than the dirty snowball type
klokwkdog: what you should get is a Caps Lock lock. You drill a little hole and insert...
Dexter Fong: I got a handjob in a Buick Roadmaster
gorganzola: Doo Dah. Doo Dah.
Ken: dex: the one with the holes in the side?
Dexter Fong: Ken: You channeling Klok now?
C.Simril: help. it;'s the police
gorganzola: Bad brakes, and a rotten childhood...
Ken: that reminds me of a limerick
nurse judy: a master baiter
Ken: "there once was a man from iraq"
Dexter Fong: Lemme in! Lemme in!
gorganzola: don't we all?
Ken: "with holes up and down his cock"
C.Simril: lick those rims
klokwkdog: We had a Chevy Impala and drilled our own holes in the fender: much cheaper and just as elegant
Ken: "his lover umberto"
C.Simril: Imp? Allah
Ken: "could play a concerto"
Dexter Fong: Klok: and you said you wern't a gearhead
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: skin flute?
Ken: "by johann sebastian bach"
klokwkdog: don't everyone start getting semiotic, now
C.Simril: you got a girl friend yet, klok?
gorganzola: Egg salad!
klokwkdog: left me years ago, Cat
Ken: semiotic is "half ear"?
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: I been looking online for a gf..no luck
Dave: Cat click your "msgs" link if you please
nurse judy: try a bar
gorganzola: There are no women online. Just guys and hand puppets.
klokwkdog: RussianBrides.com, Mr. Y. Great selection
Ken: i've tried the online thing too. lots of loonies out there, and i don't mean canadian dollar coins either
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: oh sure :)
Dexter Fong: ....and the great girlfriend drought continue
C.Simril: alas
klokwkdog: you have to join Greenpeace or PETA; that's where they hide
C.Simril: well, find a new one, klok. you certainly have the capacity.
gorganzola: eXACTLY!
Ken: i know a local guy who "bought" one in the philipines, he's almost 60, she's in early 20's
gorganzola: Right ON!
Ken: klok: i thought all of them there were of the "lesbos" persuasion
nurse judy: it's a garden of earthly delights
klokwkdog: he bought an old one? cheapskate!
C.Simril: cannot grow a new daughter, but what you lost can be replaced in an improved version
Dexter Fong: I know her Ken: It's Rosanna Ortiz, famous philipine Gabang Gabang star
C.Simril: if you ghetto my drift
gorganzola: Ghetto lizard?
gorganzola: Ghetto Job?
Merlyn: lego my ghetto
C.Simril: best music video in history, duckman's Ghetto Hilights by Coolio
Dexter Fong: That's GEICO pal
gorganzola: Ghetto way?
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Gecko?
Dave: I'm looking at two right now, very nice
gorganzola: Ghetto way car?
Dave: girls that is, not lizzards
C.Simril: looking?
Merlyn: ghepetto in the ghetto
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Got a spare?
Dave: although I wouldn't mind a pet lizzard, they're cool, all scaly and all
klokwkdog: twins are usually extra
Ken: braille works fine on those women, dave!
C.Simril: dave, really, i was thinking of you last sat when i "saw" painful flick]
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Gippeto in the gecko?
Dexter Fong: Brail Cat...Braile (nudge nudge wink wink)
gorganzola: Of course he has a SPARE. But he NEEDS her.
nurse judy: barbequed iguana
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: is there a gecko in here?
C.Simril: i wondered if someone heard the screenplay, the words with no idea how it was filmed, how it wwould play in your brain
Ken: hmmm, what are those two large bumps on your chest? must be a foreign language
C.Simril: not, having that option
Merlyn: pan-galactic ghetto blaster
nurse judy: gimme two
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: Sorry only one per family
Brigand: Just one per........
C.Simril: you alreadu gpt 2,nurse
Dexter Fong: but if you act now.....
C.Simril: hi brig
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: I can't act...
klokwkdog: anyone who's seen the usual bizarre music "videos" can sympathize. I'm going to rent Possession soon, despite everything I've read saying it's a bitter disappointment.
Brigand: Hey cat
nurse judy: Vogan poetry?
Dexter Fong: people will be surpirsed and ask When did you larn to act?"
klokwkdog: Vogan poetry twice
nurse judy: who's acting, this is real
Dexter Fong: Rilly!
klokwkdog: which 'real'?
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: which reel?
Dexter Fong: which side reel
Ken: vogon poetry? you sure you don't mean "vegan" poetry, without meat, eggs, or milk?
nurse judy: seems real to cease
klokwkdog: c.f. Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
Dexter Fong: Cat very perceptive
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!: really going to bed now....later alll
Ken: ah, i've never read that series even though it's been recommended many times to me
Dexter Fong: Night MY
Ken: nite, yam
nurse judy: don't panic
Dexter Fong: panic now
Brigand: goto nighto Yam
C.Simril: pan? ick!
C.Simril: the great god has his attack, tax
Ken: sautée pan
Dexter Fong: you gotta start young if you wanna ick out
C.Simril: ick
C.Simril: bin ladin
C.Simril: berliner
Dexter Fong: Ich bin an Hambergere
nurse judy: i'm a jelly doughnut
Merlyn: ich bin ein danish
C.Simril: you getting healthier by the day, gorg?
Ken: i'm a little teapot, short and stout.....
C.Simril: we fear your lack of health
gorganzola: Yes, I'm better and better...
nurse judy: Gorgo, what a flick!
klokwkdog: sheesh: Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria.
Dexter Fong: Gorgonzola = Paul G?
Ken: i hear age really improves some cheeses, gorgonzola
gorganzola: Yess.
gorganzola: I'm off the phone to Hollywood.
gorganzola: Sorry for the delay...
klokwkdog: they have a simulation of THHGTTG at http://www.vogon.com/guide/
nurse judy: Hollywood be thy name?
Dexter Fong: Well hi there =) Long time listener and enjoyer of your BAI show
Ken: damn, klok, you have a url for EVERYTHING! you're simply amazing at times
gorganzola: I want to go to the oscars this year, I've got a friend up for one, but I don't want to be in a war target, if you catch my drift.
klokwkdog: Google, Ken, Google
Dexter Fong: Ken: He's got a damn staff of 15 people there
Ken: gorg: just don't paint any concentric circles on your tux, should be ok
gorganzola: But, that's the best part of my tux
Dexter Fong: Yeah Camoflage withnk
Ken: "thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me"
nurse judy: Gorgo didn't win an oscar
Dexter Fong: think
klokwkdog: Netscape 7 and lots of browser tabs - work wonders and I'm simultaneously listening to 95bFM in Auckland. It's full-tilt sensory overload...
gorganzola: Nope, but a movie I worked on did.
C.Simril: i'm back. or other parts
Ken: why in the hell am i quoting the bible here? i guess that southern baptist childhood still has its hooks in me
C.Simril: brig, how did you get here?
gorganzola: Might you be front, or sides?
nurse judy: sya what
Ken: klok: i use mozilla and LOVE the tab concept
C.Simril: you came here before or new?
nurse judy: a mozilla gorilla?
Dexter Fong: Aliens! Register now
klokwkdog: take for example, "full tilt"...if you're curious, Google will find the origin fast (but everyone should remember Don Quixote)
Ken: i am not now, and have never been a muslim
C.Simril: gorg, when pa was here last week, he wanted to contact you. i guesshe never did?
Ken: i have, however, slept on muslin sheets
Brigand: C.S: normal birth,... childhood, then Fired by 4 or 5 strangers
klokwkdog has been reading islamic stuff nonstop for months
gorganzola: With a crescent wench?
C.Simril: alas, he should beable to do that more direcftly than thru this
Dexter Fong: In case they win Klk?
gorganzola: All four dear ladds have mine addresses...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MR Yamamoto to you, PAL! - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: no, trying to find out what the heck is going on. Saudis seem to be the root of all evil in this
C.Simril: but none of you are phil austin
nurse judy: take your koran to korea
Ken: i didn't know yams could get dengue fever
Dexter Fong: But I do look like him kinda
klokwkdog: and of course we're off beating up the Usual Suspects
gorganzola: ...from eating unripe dengues?
Dexter Fong: Saving the unusual for later Klok
nurse judy: the biggest dengue in the navy?
Dexter Fong: Biggest Bengay?
gorganzola: Davy's is the biggest one of all...
klokwkdog: I about died laughing at "Memo to Saddam" today; it's so true, it's so true
Dexter Fong: Where's the URL klok?
gorganzola: klok, come back alive, and tell us about it...
klokwkdog: http://www.salon.com/opinion/feature/2003/02/27/debate/index.html
Dexter Fong: Thank you =)
klokwkdog: but you have to get a "day pass". The HBO thing is cute web page, anyway, not intrusive at all
C.Simril: the what?
Dave: "hands and feet are all alike, but gold betwene divide us" the great Dave Matthews
||||||||| Dave says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave exits at 11:43 PM.
klokwkdog: Salon has gone to nu revenue model: either subscribe or watch an ad(s)
Brigand: Dave's not here, for real..
Dexter Fong: seems fare
nurse judy: dave's not here
Ken: i don't read salon unless someone sends me a link. so many ads out there, one more to ignore doesn't bother me
nurse judy: seems real
C.Simril: oaklands not here
nurse judy: pop ups
Dexter Fong: Corn's gone too
Ken: hmmm, merlyn and mrmuckle both "away". should we infer anything from that or is it just a coinkydink?
gorganzola: we're disappearing one by one, because of Anthony, into the cornfield...
Ken: judy: at my age pop ups are a rare event
klokwkdog: the TOC is still free; if I see something I like, I watch an ad. It's more honest than NYT shooting pop-ups at me from all directions after I told them honestly that I was Chief Financial Officer of The Baldwin Locomotive Works...
nurse judy: need pop tarts?
gorganzola: First part of the salon article looks cute, but there's all those ads, I cut it short...
C.Simril: hello again, as opposed to a gun
||||||||| VoodooDali sneaks in around 11:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Ken: judy: years ago an inmate at a local prison sued kellogg's because his pop-tart didn't have any filling.
C.Simril: what is the csny song where neil says, david too, david too,
klokwkdog: you click on the "HBO Day Pass" and it's one quick page and you're "in" to anything in the site for 18 hours
Ken: went to court, lost. after trial, headline in paper was "pop tart tort proves fruitless"
C.Simril: hello again, as opposed to a gun
C.Simril: dali? you into voodoo, or is it just into you?
Merlyn: good one, ken
klokwkdog: never oppose a gun; it's not easy to win
gorganzola: de-licious!
C.Simril: ever had a gun pointed at you, klok?
Ken: i've been on the receiving end of a gun during a holdup. it's not a pleasant position to be in
nurse judy: melting hoodoos
VoodooDali: only surrealistic voodoo
C.Simril: you ex, ken?
nurse judy: only cops have pointed guns at me
Dexter Fong: Miles Davis?
gorganzola: I've been shot at, I agree with Winston Churchill, it's exhilarating, but only if they miss.
Ken: no, cat, i worked 2nd shitf at 7-11 once.
C.Simril: kilometers before dave, is?
nurse judy: knew Miles when he was only a block
C.Simril: fu8ck
C.Simril: a carline joke, judy
klokwkdog: no SMS English, please
nurse judy: I've been shot at too
Ken: with a revolver, you can SEE that the damned thing is loaded
gorganzola: Is the 8 silent, Cat?
C.Simril: you wanna hear my gun story or what?
nurse judy: Lenny Bruce
Ken: police asked me what he looked like, all i could say was "chrome plated and loaded"
klokwkdog: I haven't gotten to that part of the course yet, Cat
Ken: tell us, cat
gorganzola: With a large caliber auto, you can see the hollow-point winking at you.
Ken: is a v-8 a large caliber auto?
klokwkdog: LOL
gorganzola: No a vegetable drink.
C.Simril: whatever, i was driving up sepulveda bldv in 1973, on my way to my summer school class at Northridge University, the scool destrpoyed in the earthquake
Dexter Fong: No Ken: But a sixteen cylinder Dusenberg is
Ken: i guess i asked for that one, huh?
C.Simril: and a cop pulled me over.
VoodooDali: I'm chrome-plated and loaded
klokwkdog: I thought it was mineral myself, gorg
C.Simril: dig, i'm a grad student, with 2 years of TA'ing behind him,
gorganzola: Did you keep your paws in plain sight, Cat?
C.Simril: not one used to being mistaken for ayouth, ok
nurse judy: T&A
C.Simril: and i had good friends in the LAPD, whom i went to highi schol with
C.Simril: long before
gorganzola: Oh dear.
klokwkdog: oh, this was LA
C.Simril: ok, i'm driving along and a Black and White pulls me over. i figure me, speed? something wrong with his radar
C.Simril: he sticks a huge gun in my face and asks for my id
C.Simril: turns out, i'm older than him.
nurse judy: I got pulled over for not speeding
C.Simril: buit some 14 year old guy steals a car and i look like this thief
gorganzola: Yes, the weirdest thing about aging is the cops get younger.
VoodooDali: you must live in New Jersey nurse
C.Simril: i was 22 at the time. i leave la, never to return
Dexter Fong: What exit NJ?
nurse judy: on 66 near DC beltway
klokwkdog: LOL
gorganzola: They all look like kids to me now. I have to keep from laughing, remembering they're heavily armed.
Merlyn: wonder if he thought you looked like a "Ishikawa"
Ken: put another hole in that belt, tighten it up
gorganzola: I got beat up in LA, that's when I moved to the desert.
C.Simril: no, i didnt become an ishikawa until i marrieed fumiyo in 7t5. this was in 73, when i was still as simril
C.Simril: i was almost not let into your god forsaken county in 79 cuz i took Fumiyos 'ast name. they thougt it was cuz iwas Libyan terorist.
Merlyn: ah
klokwkdog: beltway isn'
C.Simril: ah, with my skin colour?
gorganzola: I think Jack Webb was a great under-rated comedian.
klokwkdog: NJ
Merlyn: that canadian colour
Ken: just the fax, ma'am
klokwkdog: you all looked alike to them, Cat
Merlyn: if jack webb was alive today, he'd sue the whole internet
klokwkdog: if you're not from Simi Valley, you're guilty!
gorganzola: Good.
nurse judy: VA state boy
C.Simril: when i turned doc tech onto bit's fave sushi place q few years ago, he siaid, cuz of its excellent sushi, you kick ass, cat, and i said, with these shoes?
C.Simril: one must always measurd one's capacty to do anything with whatone has,eh?
nurse judy: "happy as a flea onna fat lady" - Jack Webb
Ken: heard a good comeback the other day: "i'm going to put my foot up your ass and call you a shoe"
gorganzola: Man's gotta know his limitations - great neofascist quote.
Dexter Fong: or a shoe in
klokwkdog must struggle at this hour to translate Cat's sentences
Ken: klok: those damned furriners shore do tawk funny, ain't they?
klokwkdog: into his native landscape
nurse judy: shoe due
gorganzola: Poor Cat, I'm sorry they dang near shot you.
Dexter Fong: Shoe not ready yet...you come back next thursday
klokwkdog: yeah, I am learning that perhaps the antecedant of "ask" in Anglo-Saxon was in fact pronounced "axe"...
nurse judy: shit on shinola Ken
Ken: i loved that line in the steve martin movie
klokwkdog: in LAPD, as the end of the month nears, they have to meet their quota or get a demerit, gorg
C.Simril: cuz i looked 13 when i was 23? is that something i should be sorry about?
gorganzola: Four quotas to a gallon?
Brigand: snooze time, nite all!
Merlyn: follow the liter - they're metric
||||||||| Brigand leaves to catch the 12:00 AM train to Hellmouth.
Dexter Fong: Night Brig
C.Simril: brig
Merlyn: the midnight train to georgia
gorganzola: I don't want to tar too many with the same brush, but they're ALL PIGS! PIGS! PIGS WITH GUNS!
klokwkdog: it was probably more "just 'cuz", don't you think, Cat?
Merlyn: georgia lives in hellmouth
||||||||| 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..
nurse judy: home heating oil now $1.75 a gallon up from 1.49 Feb 2nd
gorganzola: In a nice way, I mean.
C.Simril: you use a lot, nurse?
klokwkdog: everybody see the great Kentucky video where they stopped the car. lined everyone up and shot the family dog?
nurse judy: too much
Ken: cat: nurses ALWAYS use a lot. they have access to it at work
C.Simril: when i lived in japan, i had to buy propane by the containter
gorganzola: They make it from heating oil.
nurse judy: I'm so sleepy
klokwkdog: yep, gas here just went to $1.69 for regular. c'mon Bush, say something else to piss off Venezuela.
Ken: i'm so tired...i haven't slept a wink
gorganzola: Propane is so much more sophisticated than amateur pane.
C.Simril: you check out the lorne lapham website , gorg?
gorganzola: Was ist das Lorne Lapham?
klokwkdog: Yeah, but it's heavier than air. Very nasty stuff if it gets loose
C.Simril: the place i've been gettng my stuff from, they tel me i'm the firs tperson inhisrotyr to ask for a 30.5 black mist filter
nurse judy: Lap dance
C.Simril: rent/sell movie eqiupment strore in van\
C.Simril: you have laps? fins?\
gorganzola: I thought you said "the first person in NORTH AMERICA" to ask for a 30.5mm black mist filter.
Ken: well, dear friends, i'm about to turn into a pumpkin (and my signal isn't even blinking) so i will leave now. g'nite all
nurse judy: the van's difference
C.Simril: norse we? then would
gorganzola: Bye Ken!
klokwkdog: one of those Fade to Black movies, eh? People still use film??
nurse judy: by ken, say hi to barbi
klokwkdog: nite Ken
Merlyn: nite ken
||||||||| Around 12:04 AM, Ken walks off into the sunset...
gorganzola: Only the film on their teeth, Klok.
Dexter Fong: Night Ken
klokwkdog: the film or the skin?
C.Simril: find a woman soon, ken
nurse judy: what's a oz cost in Van
gorganzola: Can you put a matte box on the front of your camera, Cat? Or a Tiffen or what is that French filter, Cokin?
gorganzola: Then you can use other size filters.
nurse judy: tickler?
gorganzola: Judy, judy, judy.
Dexter Fong: Fancy
C.Simril: i supopse i can, but apparently they only make filters for other size lesnses\we contemplate beter camrwa, but, not yet
nurse judy: smear it with vasoline
klokwkdog: Black Mist for Night ...coming soon to "Sprockets"!
klokwkdog: stick a sock on it!
C.Simril: you now what a black pro mist filter is, klok?
C.Simril: black obelisk, my fave book, bit was in middle of it when she was incinerated
klokwkdog has no earthly idea about anything cine-technical
gorganzola: When I shot matte paintings for "Ghostbusters," we used a piece of Marlene Dietrich's stocking over the 65mm camera lens.
C.Simril: i
nurse judy: guze effect
C.Simril: m learning about this from my class, gorg
C.Simril: yesterday we had to light and shoot a sequence from dark hall way to lighted desk
C.Simril: i leaerned a lot
gorganzola: My boss, whose name coincidentally was Matt, had bought the stocking piece at an auction. It really worked better than anything else.
C.Simril: bu7t you've been doing for decades what i've only done for minjhtes
nurse judy: my father in law had lunch with Dietrich, I had dinner with Reifensthal
Dexter Fong: I remember that section Gorg...it was seamless
gorganzola: Triumpf of the Nurse...
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| VoodooDali - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
gorganzola: Thank you Dex.
klokwkdog: groan. it is time for me to fade back into the mist as well...
Dexter Fong: Night Klok...come back soon =))
klokwkdog: c u all l8tr
nurse judy: I had at Fort Deitrick
gorganzola: Don't despair Cat, it's not really all that hard, Nothing to it, but to do it.
C.Simril: ok gorg
gorganzola: Good night Klockwkdog!
nurse judy: a cllection of monkey boxes
Merlyn: nite kwd
klokwkdog: ah yes, the home of the Ft. Dietrick Ticks - a real plague on the softball circuit
nurse judy: dog gone it?
klokwkdog: nite
C.Simril: had the feeling, when i didnt hear from you recently thar i'd said somthing to offend you. i'm good at that
gorganzola: Monkey boxes?
Dexter Fong: Money Boxes nurse, and they're all full of it
nurse judy: reses pieces
C.Simril: and i have no idea what i'm going in the viisual realm, your specilaty
gorganzola: Delightful.
gorganzola: So what? It's your movie. Just make it come out like you imagine it.
C.Simril: i got into the visual world thru the bitsite, which is a product of the iaginagine and helpfulness of doc and richaerd arenodl
gorganzola: You didn't hear from me because I decided to not take the pain medication any more, and sitting at the screen was just too much ordeal.
C.Simril: yes,m but will it come out without much techical stuff, eh?
C.Simril: i need to convet mini dvd into sone ohter format
gorganzola: Would you agree that you're enjoying stretching your envelope, widening your horizons?
C.Simril: i am happy you can live without pain, gorg
C.Simril: it is not my option
nurse judy: don't bring me down
gorganzola: Well, that's your choice Cat. I hope it gets easier for you.
gorganzola: Pain is very tiring.
C.Simril: ok, let[s say Fumiyo and I would like to take a vacation, let's say go to Europe, and see stuff that Bit is not partof
gorganzola: Sounds like a good idea.
C.Simril: we have a good time, in some ways
C.Simril: we eat well, bit is not part of that daily existance flick, the way it is here
gorganzola: I see. What happened?
nurse judy: change reels
C.Simril: but, as a creatice person, i am alway compiling alternate worlds that work both for her and we
C.Simril: hard to do, but whatr else is the creative gene for//
gorganzola: Sometimes, it's to alleviate suffering. Beginning with your own.
C.Simril: i dont think there are scripts for life
nurse judy: Laugh Clown Laugh
C.Simril: at least none i can perceive
gorganzola: Ridi-culous.
gorganzola: Maybe they're only visible in hindsight.
Dexter Fong: Bravo
C.Simril: for me to enter into script land is like boardng a nasa flight to planet X
C.Simril: no bit's death is not part of anybody[s script
nurse judy: don't take the shuttle
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C.Simril: iit defeats the possiliblity that there are such
nurse judy: didn't learn from those Bosch paintings?
gorganzola: Cat, is death the end of everything?
Dexter Fong: ....or is it the start of something? No it's the end........
C.Simril: how would i know? i'm not dead
C.Simril: good one, dex
gorganzola: Exactly.
Dexter Fong: Then swe can't freeze you yet Cat
C.Simril: i looked at a Whole Lot of Bosch in Eurpe, Nurse. he's one of my faves
gorganzola: Explain then, his cat-atonia.
C.Simril: well,. know
nurse judy: yeah, it's all there pal
Dexter Fong: Cat-atonia = Feline behavior when having been naughty
Merlyn: hey todd barry on letterman, he wrote a play about my wife
gorganzola: I thought it was when cats were unmusical.
C.Simril: good for your wife, merl
nurse judy: Hell yes
gorganzola: What play Merlyn?
Dexter Fong: Entitled Merl?
nurse judy: he made a play for my wife
C.Simril: hell has an option, nurse?
gorganzola: Hey!
Merlyn: "icky"
nurse judy: no, it's here
Merlyn: see http://www.westley.org/jza
gorganzola: Is he an Icky-theologist?
C.Simril: ok, here's a werid quetion i wuld not ask if i had not the experience of today, ok? does anyone here belive in options to life?
Dexter Fong: Harold the icky Theologist
C.Simril: death is as obvious as gravity, but reality is a construct
Dexter Fong: Like pick up my option for another 13 weeks?
nurse judy: no
Dexter Fong: Syndicate me ....anything
C.Simril: i envy your wife for the success she's ffound with fame, bf
Merlyn: she's embarrassed
C.Simril: so, this is it?
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat; embarrasemnt
C.Simril: that makes sense in terms of geology nurse, but not the uncerrainlty principle
Merlyn: getting late here, I think I'll go soon
C.Simril: nerl, at least her kids are still alive\
gorganzola: Wow, Merlyn, what an epic saga!
gorganzola: I just read the page, what a lot of events.
Merlyn: yeah, todd liked the web page adding to the story
C.Simril: i'm gonna go and watch west wing F tapd for me last inightg
C.Simril: al the bewt to you all
Dexter Fong: Taping your house again Cat?
gorganzola: Night, Cat. Meow!
Dexter Fong: Night Cat =)
Merlyn: duct and cover is where I came in...
Merlyn: see the logfile...
Merlyn: night all
Dexter Fong: Yes Merl
||||||||| Around 12:30 AM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset...
gorganzola: Has that all been going on since 2000?
gorganzola: Sorry, good night!
nurse judy: I'm out!
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:33 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs nurse judy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C.Simril - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
gorganzola: ttfn
||||||||| It's 1:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| gorganzola - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
mrmuckle: Well, I came back to find that I had all along been signed in (as I didn't log off, but rather went "Away", only to discover that (and here's where I started) I'm still here, even tho I wasn't for much of the time, as I had to prepare dinner (at 8pm on the Left Coast) for my wife, who is the working member of this enclave, but that is neither here or there. Did you know that every map and globe you've ever seen has been UPSIDE DOWN? Your Universe has been standing on its head, and everything you know is etcetera (or worse), but, as "they" say: the sun also rises (whateverthehell THAT means). God gave Man the ability to reason,so he has spent the last 10,000 years reasoning out how to raise the rent, poison the air, mutate the plants and animals and maim and kill his fellow humans. Good job
mrmuckle: and Good Night!
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:04 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs mrmuckle by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 2:12 AM: Tut jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Tut mutters Thursday Night, Thursday Night
Tut: Dang I have to remember it's Thursday Night
Tut: They never stay up late for the Left Coast....
Tut: well back to the pizza I guess......
Tut picks a few pieces of pepperoni off a slice of cheeze pizza and presses the exit button
||||||||| Tut departs at 2:15 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 3:25 AM and asdlfkj steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 3:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| asdlfkj - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:31 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Bubba's Brain
Comrade MrYamamoto
Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong
Mr Yamamoto of Hollywood
MR Yamamoto to you, PAL!
Nancy 2
nurse judy
Plastic Jesus
Sinestre Fong
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