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 March 13, 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, March 13, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: damn you're fats, waller
Merlyn: I mean "fast", fatson
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Goodness, where did everybody go?
Merlyn: the terrible chat drought continues
Elayne: As long as it's raining men, I don't mind.
Merlyn: don't forget your umbreillical
Elayne: I cut that cord a long time ago.
||||||||| C. Simril enters at 9:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
C. Simril: merl and el, meet c.simril
Elayne: Evenin' Cat!
Merlyn: ello ello
C. Simril: what the L
Merlyn: it's stan laurel running backwards; "olle olle!"
C. Simril: elle's on first
Elayne: No, third base.
Merlyn: ida know
Merlyn: ended up doing the family circus
C. Simril: the woman mistook mars for a hat
Merlyn: saturn looks more like a hat
C. Simril: i'm listening to doc's latest mix of red shift
C. Simril: a lot of it sounds like this chat, when it's hopping
Merlyn: how long is it?
C. Simril: do
C. Simril: do'cs got 3 acts done. calculates the total at 43 min.
C. Simril: too long for half hour radio shows, alas, but i knew it would be long
C. Simril: a lot happens in the 5 acts
Merlyn: yeah, that's a problem sometimes
Merlyn: my pete moss with ossman and proctor is 35 minutes, I might be able to trim it down
C. Simril: it sounds a lot like a comic book done as radio play
C. Simril: i wonder if it can be broken up into acts as a serial. not easily anyway
Merlyn: can it break into two parts about 20 minutes each? Maybe the second part could have a summary
||||||||| doctec enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: Evenin' Tom!
doctec: it's a very busy five acts to be sure
C. Simril: hey doc
doctec: i just popped in for a few, I'm in the middle of slicing up the lines for act 5
Merlyn: hey doc, I changed the guestbook code some more; I saw that a regular spammer was just doing the POST command, so the referring page was "", so I now silently ignore such entries
C. Simril: maybe it can, merl
doctec: bri: good move there
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rotonoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:28 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
doctec: as for summarizing red shift, well, that's a near impossibility - you'll see that once you hear it all
Merlyn rotates at roto
C. Simril: of all the motos in the world, it had to be roto
Rotonoto: hi all
Elayne: Hi Roto!
Merlyn: maybe a ridiculous summary of 1 minute of impossibly short clips
C. Simril: yeah, it's weird with a beard. like its author
doctec: howdy
Rotonoto: good ta see yez all
doctec: firesign stuff works on four or five levels at once - increase that by several orders of magnitude and you get an idea of cat's work
C. Simril: work?
C. Simril: i feel like maynard g. krebs
doctec: writing... ausio plays... that work
doctec: oh gilligan...
doctec: audio!
C. Simril: now i have to make videos at that level. challenging
doctec: ausio: australian audio
C. Simril: just finished listening to it, doc. delighted to have stenshoel and friend in tibet, and the rest of your awesome tweaks
doctec: thanks cat, i previewed it again this evening and i am pleased with how well it all hangs together
doctec: so far anyway
C. Simril: havent heard it thru the serious stereo but it sounded great thru the computer speakers
C. Simril: certainly and audio step up from box of time
C. Simril: but you're the pro.
doctec: roto: we're on about the work-in-progress edit of red shift
C. Simril: drive yesterday.
C. Simril: weird, i keep getting cut off, like middle earth
doctec: at the knees?
C. Simril: that sentence was supposed to be, i got new E drive yesterday, so can start playing with vid, audio
Merlyn: cat, is your cursor in the text entry box? If it isn't, your browser might be throwing out keystrokes
C. Simril: thanks, merl
doctec: ah, and here i thought you were talking about a drive in the country
doctec: nothin' like taking your hard drive for a spin - at 7200mph
C. Simril: north van is about as countrified as i care to get
doctec: you can get a lot of sightseeing done in that time
C. Simril: yeah, i told them what i wanted to do. this is the computer place about 20 meters from our place so no long shlep. they reccomended a particular drive and installed it yesterday
C. Simril: "only" 40 megs but Pinnacle Studio has some sort of compression so i' sure it will be fine. well, not sure, but in that direction
doctec: i remember that place from lili's and my visit with you last year - i got the impression from briefly checking the place out that they knew what they were doing
C. Simril: not megs, whatever the new unit is, kegs or something
doctec: gigs
Merlyn: klums
doctec: as in "i just got back from playing forty gigs and man are my arms tired"
C. Simril: well, now i've got 120, counting the old computer under my desk
||||||||| Catherwood leads klokwkdog inside, makes a note of the time (9:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: And the elevator boy?
doctec: my 60 gig C drive has most of my software installs and all my red shift work, i still have 30 gigs left
Elayne: Hey klok!
doctec: he can only count to ten
Elayne: Yeah, but he's got a lower deck you can see home plate from.
klokwkdog: hello. is the war started yet?
C. Simril: klook
Elayne: No klok, you're still in time.
doctec: i can only imagine the hassle stenshoel went through getting neal amid together on that 'circa 1977 mac system of his - he was lucky if he had 8 gigs total
C. Simril: i just watched appocalips now redux.
doctec: klok, refresh my memory: are you on cable/dsl or dial up?
C. Simril: perfect preparation for the "real thing"
klokwkdog: yes, dt
Elayne: I think part of the problem is that the Smirking Chimp has no (Apoca)lips.
C. Simril: that few, doc?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:45 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: Hey Dex!
doctec: cat: i have been wanting to see the redux version with the extra footage, did you feel it added anything to the flick or was it all just self-absorbed crap?
C. Simril: yeah, i bought him a new computer as part of payment for neal amid, but storage capacity in those days was infinitesmal by todays standards, or red shift's needs
C. Simril: hi dex
klokwkdog: the ruling junta still has to purge a few more State Department employees and declare some additional journalists "terrorists", don't they?
doctec: cat: in 1977, 8 gigs was about the biggest drive you could get
Dexter Fong: G'day Dear Friends
Elayne: Oh, have you all been reading the columns Terry Jones (of Python fame) has been writing?
klokwkdog: not in 1977
C. Simril: this would have been 1997, doc
Dexter Fong: Hey Roto, I see you're fading
doctec: i remember being so tickled i had 1 gig in my first pentium system back in 1995
C. Simril: i expect seymour hersch fleeing to canada, along with steve kubby
klokwkdog: pump him up, quick!
klokwkdog: sic transit Gloria Mundi
Elayne: They've been in the Observer. This is his latest: http://www.observer.co.uk/worldview/story/0,11581,910024,00.html
Merlyn: get him some grecian formula
doctec: e: yeah, terry's been kicking bush/blair's butts quite thoroughly lately - he's been doing a great job of it!
doctec: i mis typed the year, i meant 1997 not 1977
Elayne: Unfortunately the Observer doesn't seem to have all of his stuff under one archive. You have to search around for it.
klokwkdog: Virgin Radio announced the Academy Award Nominations. During London Drive Time: "And Tony Blair for best supporting actor..."
Merlyn: I found about half a dozen using google
doctec: in 1977 i got my first computer job with IBM - massive computer room had disk drives the size of small washing machines with huge multiple platters per drive that (i think) maxed out at 250mb
Elayne: Good times, Doc, good times...
doctec: LOL klok
Dexter Fong: lolE
klokwkdog: those were probably 3030s, 300 meg
Dexter Fong: Then came the thirty ought six
doctec: yes, i remember the 3030 model numbers on those drives
Merlyn: real washing machines probably have about that much memory now
klokwkdog: yeah. exactly. they were called "Winchester" technology
Dexter Fong: Developed at Winchester Cathedral
doctec: ...and yet they still can't sort the dark & white clothes automatically
klokwkdog: They had removable packs of platters. Driven by about 1 HP motor. When there was a head crash, all hell broke loose.
doctec: the whirring of the west
Merlyn: winchesters are the great equalizers
klokwkdog: uh, Dex, 30-30..."Winchester"...
Dexter Fong visualizes washing machine spewing out dark clothes to the sound of error msge "These should not be washed with white clothes
doctec: klok: i rememeber hearing the horrible screeching noise they made when they crashed
klokwkdog: worked for the Souix and Nez-Pierce, anyway, eh?
Dexter Fong: Buffalo hunters used the Sharp(er) image
doctec: ...followed by a tech person scurrying over to replace the platter
doctec: ...if the drive was salvageable anyway
klokwkdog: oh, the fun part was to come in in the AM and smell overheated locked motor winding and look for the unit with brown stuff all over the platter cover
doctec: coolect the shavings and glue them back on the platter, the data might still be there (if not in the right order)
Dexter Fong: Hence:"Shave and a hair cut - two bits
doctec: as opposed to two bytes?
Dexter Fong: Eggxactly
C. Simril: speaking of, i've decided not to send the dead drive to data recovery after all. just send it back to dell, as demanded
Elayne: Two eggs?
C. Simril: 77 was even before Bit
klokwkdog: Dell demanded?
Dexter Fong: Two eggs = A standing ovation
C. Simril: yeah, i have 30 days to return it. well, 23 now
klokwkdog: BTW, Kate Adie stated that independent journalists have been warned that if the attempt a satellite uplink, they will be attacked
doctec: why did you not want to try and recover anything? i thought there was some stuff on there you needed
C. Simril: hardly worth the expense and problems with the data miner, so i'll jsut let them pick it up
doctec: by the same satellite?
klokwkdog: it's not clear; there's an interview on Irish radio that I'll listen to later; some kind of battlefield journalists' roundtable
Elayne: I think I'm heading out for the evening, folks. Got a lot of reading to do.
klokwkdog: nite e
Dexter Fong: Night E
Merlyn: nite elayn
Merlyn: e
C. Simril: good to see you againk el
doctec: nite e
klokwkdog: here it is: http://www.radio1.ie/weekend/sundayshow/
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctec: if i appear to be drifting off in the chat, it's because i am editing red shift lines
klokwkdog: that's what those dark lines in my spectrum are!
C. Simril: still with us, roto?
klokwkdog: and that nasty Halton Arp had me convinced otherwise. Everybody see that discussion that the universe might be a donut?
Rotonoto: istracted by phone call...
doctec: krispy kreme must be mighty happy about that...
Dexter Fong: Missed that klok:
klokwkdog: of course, Krispy Kreme and Bess Eaton immediately moved to block Dunkin Donuts attempt to patent the universe, the whole proceeding being held up in the PTO by reconsideration of the new ICANN head's attempt to patent "privacy"...
||||||||| Xmas Bunny enters at 10:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Xmas Bunny: Yo Yo Yo everyone
doctec: hey x
Dexter Fong: 'lo dere
Merlyn: bb?
klokwkdog: NYT science section this week, Dex. The usual cosmologist BS: 3 people with a new idea and 3 people saying they're full of it
doctec: nothin' like a consensus
C. Simril: hi xmas
klokwkdog: plus the old topo joke about coffee cups and donuts
doctec: cat, i have a red shift act 5 script question for you
C. Simril: i want to feature your Dolphin Beer ad on the red shift website, bun
klokwkdog: take 500
C. Simril: ask away, doc
doctec: oh dang
klokwkdog: they are going to give someone a few lines in this
doctec: sorry, i meant to send that to just bunny
C. Simril: ok, i've heard everything there, unless updated since this aft, doc
doctec: brian, can that be edited out of the posted log?
Merlyn: sure
klokwkdog: just bunny isn't here
doctec: oh
doctec: i'm confused
C. Simril: do we want everyone to hear it before it's done, doc?
klokwkdog: and One True Bunny hasn't been visiting lately
doctec: i guess i thought xmas was bb
C. Simril: bummer
klokwkdog: but Harvey is here and going to vote with the US in the UN...Bush swore it on a stack of (autographed) Bibles
C. Simril: maybe it was john ashcroft talking to harvey
doctec: anyway cat re red shift act 5 line 30: the script i have up on the web site says "What nonsense. You're either right or wrong. There are no moral"
Merlyn: ok doc, it's gone
doctec: On the redacted dat it is recorded as "What nonsense. You're either right or wrong. There are no gray areas in life"
doctec: thanks brian
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:09 PM and Bubba's Brain steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Rotonoto: ok- I'm back and I'm beee-yootiful
klokwkdog: I'm sorry, I meant Just bunny, drinking buddy of One True bunny
Bubba's Brain: Hey, all
C. Simril: should be, "there are no moral grays in life."
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: trying to get my sister clued with her new 2.4GHz P4 I set up for her...
doctec: well, is the reading i have on the redaced dat ok to go with?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Rotonoto: how did you all manage without me?
klokwkdog: speaking of redactions, Henry Raddick posted a new review at Amazon!
C. Simril: i'll have to listen to it. would it be on my redacting?
Dave enters in a good mood for once, hey folks, don't know how long I can stay
Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto; imprecations many, all terible.
doctec: What nonsense. You're either right or wrong. There are no grays in life"
Merlyn: hey dave; kwd, review of what?
C. Simril: hi dave
doctec: yes it would be, cat
klokwkdog: can someone please conjugate redact for me? is it a strong verb or a weak verb?
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave
Rotonoto: you get a bunch of redactors and a bunch of bibles together in a dimly lit workspace and you've got trouble?
doctec: good evening dave
Bubba's Brain: Redact, redone, redid, redead....
doctec: hey bubba
C. Simril: dolorus, dollar us, dole are us
Rotonoto: they multiply unbelievably fast, and generate bou coup urban legends as they go...
klokwkdog: George W. Bush and his family paper dolls, Merlyn
Bubba's Brain: Hey.... just gettin done with taxes.
C. Simril: hi bub
doctec: dollars, taxes? nice town...
C. Simril: how's it bubbing?
klokwkdog: Raddick: nothing says "oderint dum metuant" quite like stack-heeled cowboy boots with a tux
Dave: ah, taxes, don't have to do 'em yet,
C. Simril: you still workng with the fishes, bub?
||||||||| Catherwood leads nurse judy 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.
C. Simril: if so, new product enter
C. Simril: hi nurse
Rotonoto: no ploducr [racemsnt!
nurse judy: hedio high
Dexter Fong: Get gloved Nurse
klokwkdog wonders if she knows nurse shark...
Rotonoto: sorry keyaboard havea asian accente
C. Simril: mr hankey
nurse judy: anyone get the new CD?
C. Simril: that's no Accent, that's Ajinomoto
klokwkdog: no unicode allowed in this forum
Dave: did the NPR one come out?
C. Simril: same old c's, same old d's
nurse judy: Tuesday
Bubba's Brain: Swimming with the fishes..... nope not dead yet.
Merlyn: gotta use html for funny chars
Bubba's Brain: Haven't seen Fish in a while.... been quite busy.
Rotonoto: quick- cut the line- it's a devilmaster!
Dave: no cash in the pool, will get it when I get some
C. Simril: swimming with the fish symbols (for those of you who don't have a copy, that's aline from Neal Amid)
klokwkdog: nope is alive and well in Mexico City, which is more than can be said for Vincente Fox.
klokwkdog: there is a whole web page of fish symbols somewhere
C. Simril: you think bush will have fox wacked?
doctec: is lodestone doing better now, or are things the same as they were at the end of last year?
C. Simril: over the lazy brown ones?
Rotonoto: my fav fish: outline with "Darwin" inscribed
klokwkdog: the christian ones and the ones with feet, etc.
C. Simril: as w'd dad called his neices and nephews
Merlyn: haven't heard; ossman said he hopes things are better
Dave: there's a fish that has gafilta in it, for you Jewish folks out there
klokwkdog: Cat, well, like Blair, he's kind of between Iraq and a hard place
Bubba's Brain: Christians been figting back... Jesus fish eating Darwin fish.... seen that one?
nurse judy: does that mean I'm the only one in my chat group that bought it?
C. Simril: ausitn sounded real uncertain about it, last week or before
C. Simril: is lodestone ok, bubba?
doctec: bb: yeah, saw that one
Dexter Fong: Only so far NJ
Dexter Fong: And who's in your chat group NJ?
nurse judy: no dick jokes? is that why?
Bubba's Brain: Dunno, haven't talked to fish since Dec --- talkiing to fish? who am I, Mir Limpett?
Dexter Fong: A mere Limpet my pet
doctec: stick him back in the can
nurse judy: diver dan?
Dexter Fong: Doping for divers
C. Simril: dont get shaitan with me, worm
Dave: Diver Dan! 1960 or so if I recall
Bubba's Brain: Must be a deep sea diver-- I need to decompress!
nurse judy: is there a chat group where i can go and talk about the new Firesign CD?
C. Simril: does anyone here get that ref?
Dexter Fong: I don't cat
C. Simril: yes, right Here, jurse. do you have it?
Bubba's Brain: Ref's blind, Cat!
doctec: wow dave, you remember the diver dan kiddie thing (you can't really call it a "cartoon")
klokwkdog: aha! http://www.evolvefish.com/. No, Cat
Dexter Fong: Jurse? =)) I like that...that's good
Merlyn: All Things Firesign?
doctec: hey jude - don't make it bad - talk about the new firesign cd right here
nurse judy: Baron Baracuda bought the new Firesign CD for me!
Dave: I don't know much about Dan really, just the date and I think I have the theme music somewhere
C. Simril: the names of the killler worms in Dune? am the only one here who's read that book (not the sequels, thankfuly)
Dexter Fong: Cat: Read the first 3 books but long time ago
C. Simril: deputy dan was an la icon in my youth. this would be in the eisonhower era
doctec: i am old enough to remember diver dan - and that godawful theme music
doctec: that and clutch cargo
nurse judy: considering all things the new CD is great
klokwkdog: a long, long time ago for me. I read 'em all before Herbert was goner
doctec: sounds fishy to me, nurse
Dexter Fong: Inventor of the cargo cult
C. Simril: i remember a cop coming to our 4th grade class and giving us all rings, which turned our fingers green, and telling us we were in a war with criminals and all had to play a part.
Dave: ah, yes I remember that scale, not a good one
klokwkdog: and...Cat shouted, "But we don't have the script!" (this being LA...)
C. Simril: this was between drop drills and almost daily news about russinan sputniks, berlin blockades and cuban adverntures. fuck the 50s. if you weren't there, keep celebrating that fact
Dexter Fong: Hey daddio, the 50's were cool
nurse judy: has austine made his non appearance yet or is that too off subject?
klokwkdog: Shoot, Cat, our glorious Ruling Junta is bringing the '50s back! Retro is in, it's very in!
Dexter Fong: I remember learning to snap my fingers and everything
C. Simril: i most remember that thin blue line thing. he said, there are onlya few of us protecting all of you kids against people who want to kill you
doctec: well that's no surprise jude - the all things considered segments over the past few months have been great
C. Simril: not yet, nurse, but maybe he was waiting for you
doctec: catfish junta?
||||||||| Around 10:26 PM, Dexter Fong walks off into the sunset...
C. Simril: by dex
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Fong dexter', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
nurse judy: the sound is un-mixed compared to the radio broadcasts and every bit is tracked.
klokwkdog: detention without trial. government agents leading people away in the night. journalists who question the Ruling Junta being branded "terrorists" (OK, in the '50s, they were called "communists", but....)
Fong dexter: back I am
nurse judy: dextered
Merlyn: he's ambidexter fong
klokwkdog: hmm, you're right DT. considering 2/3 of it might be closer to "drooling junta..."
Fong dexter: redaxtered
nurse judy: Capital L small A
klokwkdog: i heard he was once caught vacillating, Merlyn
doctec: well la de da
C. Simril: you do radio or audio, nurse?
doctec: vacillating is punishable by ... ?
C. Simril: change your parking space, dex?
nurse judy: yes have done both at the same time
Merlyn: maybe the nurse could vacillate him
klokwkdog: or just mainline right via the electrodes?
C. Simril: La? D. Dada? A
Fong dexter: Not yet Cat =), why...got a space for me?
nurse judy: i'm a vacilitator
klokwkdog: what's the latest on SF? do they have a functioning police dept. yet?
C. Simril: i think we asked you earlier if you were into doing some lines in red shift, perhaps too late now as almost done, or future seem real theatre projects.
C. Simril: am always in search of voices
C. Simril: whether they are in search of me is another matter
doctec: uh brian, can you edit? (meant for dave)
nurse judy: catch me on the next go round
doctec: sheesh
klokwkdog: he's forming another Canadian Syndicate, like Seagram's. I knew it. In league with Bronfman all the time...
C. Simril: will do, nurse
Merlyn: which bit
C. Simril: next pentangle too
doctec: the lines about warez and syntrillium
C. Simril: is there more than one?
nurse judy: i know people in tht band
klokwkdog: a NorthVan media empire to fill your home edutainment centre
C. Simril: a fave of mine in my dj days
Fong dexter: Isn't *that* wonderful
nurse judy: no wait a minute that's trapezoid!
Merlyn: alert: this might delete a line or two of text people are typing...
C. Simril: yes, i'm lucky, i'l produce as many radio plays in as many years of the same quality as the firesign theatre.
C. Simril: can anyone here spell "hubris"
klokwkdog: I thought they broke up after an unhappy opening for Spinal Tap. Key members formed Trapezium, didn't they?
doctec: h... u... ummm, wait...
Fong dexter: H U B R E S
Bubba's Brain: Hugh's Bris?
nurse judy: tubreous?
Fong dexter: Foyle's Moil
klokwkdog: there ya go, Dex! That'll get thru his porn spam filter fer sure!
Merlyn: ah, it's OK, vi tells me if the file has changed out from under me...
Merlyn: so I can just do it until it works
Fong dexter: or you get it right
C. Simril: with red shift, and all that came before and will come after, what i want to do is to produce something that i can listen to and find something new from every day for the rest of my (hopefully long) life. what else can we do?
klokwkdog: that's the American way, Merlyn
nurse judy: what you cookin merl
C. Simril: there is such a thing as a porn spam filter?
klokwkdog: it's how we won in Vietnam
||||||||| Dave again enters at 10:35 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
nurse judy: cease: buy the new Firesign Cds when they come out?
Dave again: hey Merlyn, can you kill my other self please?
klokwkdog: Do you mean, "Is there one", Cat? Or "Is there one that works?"?
C. Simril: speaking of vietnam, just read great book/interview with the editor of apoc. now. just saw apox redux todya
Merlyn: just censoring the logfile, judge judy
nurse judy: dave again is again
C. Simril: will do, nurse. i just ordered Giant Rat from laugh.com yesterday
klokwkdog: well, we are all again something, NJ
C. Simril: looking forward to it on cd
klokwkdog: it's better than having it come up behind you, Cat, believe me
doctec: i can kill me any way i like!
klokwkdog: arthur kill?
nurse judy: oh yeah, I can kill me better
klokwkdog: i used to watch those suckers flash by on the Hutchinson River Pkwy, kind of like "Antelope Freeway". It's strange to hear that stuff on KCRW now...
nurse judy: whew, i got scared for a minute
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Dave at 10:38 PM
C. Simril: he must have had the plague
doctec: Tonight, the rolw of the reaper is played by Merlyn LeRoy...
nurse judy: dave's not here or non appearing
Dave again: brb as my self at another time
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
C. Simril: your new editing has reallyadded to all the voices, doc
||||||||| At 10:40 PM, Dave again vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bunnyboy: lo dere
C. Simril: funny we all thought bunny was Bunny. were we ever wrong?
nurse judy: again?
Merlyn: hey bb
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:40 PM and Dave steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bunnyboy: another voice heard from.
C. Simril: and fucknig speaking of fucknig bunnies
doctec: hey bb
C. Simril: or is it AA?
||||||||| Catherwood leads drjawn inside, makes a note of the time (10:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
nurse judy: bunny bouncy
Bubba's Brain: Sorry to be so short and silent.... i gotta go. See y;all
C. Simril: is that you, monsiuer gurvitch?
drjawn: or AAA?
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:41 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bubba's Brain by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Bunnyboy: That's FuckNICK!
C. Simril: the taxi man?
Bunnyboy: Down, Relent!
nurse judy: dr yawn?
drjawn: at your cervix
C. Simril: ruth lesly
drjawn: dancer
C. Simril: how's things in mass, man?
drjawn: taxu dancer
doctec: hey bunny
nurse judy: quantum?
||||||||| Outside, the 10:42 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
doctec: cat: thanks, glad you like all the tweaks in the latest mix
Bunnyboy: Ruth, Lesley....everyone knew her as Myrtle. Would you?
||||||||| Xmas Bunny rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
drjawn: hmmm,
C. Simril: very professional, doc. sounds like real radio. as if real radio (not counting firesign) were any good
doctec: hey dee jay
Dexter Fong: Oh the horror! The horror!!
drjawn: I am experiencing technical difficulties
drjawn: hey hey
doctec: cat: that is the goal here - i believed i could achieve that level of quality but wanted to find out for myself
drjawn: or the delay is something I am unused to
Bunnyboy: Oh, didn't notice the udder Bunny. Hmmm...
nurse judy: jargon gargle?
C. Simril: tickling eptocian densities?
||||||||| drjawn rushes off, saying "10:45 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
C. Simril: ep cot centre, the centre of an imposed universe, For YOU , the viewer
nurse judy: not jawin'
||||||||| drjawn1 sneaks in around 10:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Bunnyboy: Puts an acronym in your step...
C. Simril: where was the masked man
Bunnyboy: Y'all pick up ALL THINGS FIRESIGN?
||||||||| drjawn1 departs at 10:45 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: NJ Did
C. Simril: are you the real bunny? if so, how do we know?
nurse judy: thank you masked man
||||||||| 10:46 PM: drjawnaswell jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
nurse judy: Ya da
Dexter Fong: Maxxed man, not Masked man
drjawnaswell: not really
C. Simril: you have that lenny bruce cartoon, nurse?
nurse judy: ya da
Bunnyboy: cat: Oh, it's me, all right? Can't you hear the Puget Sound?
C. Simril: one of the funniest/most profound pre-firesign humour ideas i've ever encountered
Dexter Fong: Warden?
C. Simril: the audio of course is better
Merlyn: dr. jawn a swell what?
nurse judy: better than the pucking sound
C. Simril: in a perfect world, docs and humourists are redundant
||||||||| Ken enters at 10:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: A swell grinocologist with a warm toucvh
C. Simril: too many pucking sounds in canada.
Dexter Fong: Hey Ken =)
Ken: good morning, afternoon, or evening :)
klokwkdog: in a perfect world, we all are redundant
nurse judy: kendal oiled?
C. Simril: hi ken. you be late. hopefully cuz of involvment with a member of the opposite sex
Dexter Fong: Kend^; all oiled
klokwkdog: felicity? well, i never!
C. Simril: no kllok, we are not.
klokwkdog: what u mean "we"
nurse judy: only our palms were greased
Ken: well, cat, yes, but not what you might suspect. at least not what members of the opposite sex are known for doing together
Bunnyboy: I gotta go order around some Mexican. Food, that is.
Dave: well as everybody is showing up, I must leave, I have some stuff to do, I'll be around on AIM and you can shoot me a message if you like, peace be with you, maybe not the rest of the world, but with you always, bye
Merlyn: bye dave
Bunnyboy: Sorry for the short squat. Best always, Fuddles.
Ken: dave, be good!
Dexter Fong: Night Dave =)
doctec: ok bb, enjoy (did you get the RS url there in your msgs thingie?)
C. Simril: we are all on your side, ken. well, at least some of us
klokwkdog: nite Dave
Dexter Fong: Night Bboy
nurse judy: daves not here again?
||||||||| 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 drjawnagain disembarks at 10:50 PM.
C. Simril: by dave
Dexter Fong: Another entrance
drjawnagain: by gum
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off drjawnaswell at 10:51 PM
Ken: cat: don't all get on my side, the damned boat will turn over from the weight
Merlyn: problems dr jawn?
C. Simril: they keep disappearingl. and reapearing. like characfters in my plays
drjawnagain: fraid so
Bunnyboy: Doc: Yes. I downloaded Act 1 and 2 last week. New edits for all?
Dave: "and I'm thinking 'bout the bullet and the TV screen, the dollar and the clenched fist, and if we're searching for peace how come we still believe in hatred as that catalys?", David Gray
doctec: yes bb, new mixes
||||||||| Dave rushes off, saying "10:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
drjawnagain: the thrills of dial up
doctec: just uploaded them last night (early this morning actually)
C. Simril: doc, email him privately this time
Ken: drj: yes, i'm rather enamoured of dialup also
Bunnyboy: Cool! Do I finally sound tan and handsome, or just box-like?
klokwkdog: i used to hear the thrills of dial-up until I shut off the wringer
nurse judy: you use dial, don't you wsh everybody did?
klokwkdog: i had my dialup enamored, but it didn't help. so I acquired an electric typewriter
Ken: i use dial antibacterial but i still end up stinking way too soon
doctec: ok cat
Ken: maybe there's something rotten in denmark and i don't know i'm there?
doctec: bb: you sound glorious
nurse judy: because you're oily?
doctec: cat wants to put audio snippets of your stuff up on the red shift web site
klokwkdog: the communists have planted a red herring, Ken
C. Simril: ken, too much soap keeps the pherenomal attractant at bay
Bunnyboy: Wavin' bye-bye. Doc, cat, I'll have my ears on.
C. Simril: the dolphin beer piece, yes, bun
klokwkdog: yeah, tell him to be darn careful where he snips this time...
Ken: klok: i like those little herring fillets in cream sauce. and judy: yes, i have oily skin. dubya wants to drill on my scalp
klokwkdog: the eyes get to me, Ken
C. Simril: the eyes have it
Ken: well then, it's unanimous
klokwkdog: Job Lot sometimes has fillets in 'shroom, tomato or paprika sauce for 99, Ken, but never cream.
C. Simril: Animus Dei
nurse judy: if there are no eyes avoid all contact
klokwkdog: ignition!
C. Simril: Avid?
klokwkdog: (stand clear of the prop, you idiot!)
Ken: there used to be a buffet here in town that had them on the salad bar. i would get a large plate of them. alas, they went out of business.
Dexter Fong: Props!
C. Simril: Not for thee, sweet julie, yet?
Ken: klok: if the prop turns backwards, does the plane go in reverse?
C. Simril: spent last eve lightihg room in red/chocolate/blue for "dramatic lighting" class
klokwkdog: everything is going Out of Business, Ken. we are moving towards that perfect world where everyone is redundant ;-)
C. Simril: i can not but learn
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:57 PM, dragging Bone-E-Boi by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
klokwkdog: for a little while, ken, for a little while
Ken: hi bone
doctec: hey t.a.
C. Simril: and then driving home, in serious rain, the red lights and green againtst the rain soaked roads, most exquisite
C. Simril: bone e
Ken: bernoulli's effect with negative coeffecients
nurse judy: you can say that again
Dexter Fong: Hey Boi
klokwkdog: i was looking at the PACE (formerly Oil Chemical and Atomic Workers Union) and discovered there is an HTML writer's guild!
Bone-E-Boi: The person responsible for redundancies has been sacked.
Ken: cat: are you doing acid again?
Dexter Fong: klok lol
C. Simril: no ken, not in many decades
nurse judy: flash back?
klokwkdog: i was there out of curiosity as to whether they will have anyone in the lead in Iraq to educate the oilfield workers about their rights in the new Iraq
drjawnagain: I miss it too
doctec: Oh yeah, the HTML writer's guild has actually been around for quite some time
C. Simril: taking class, learning how to use hard and software, make new stuff. is that acidic, do you think?
Dexter Fong: So is Green Lantern
Bone-E-Boi: I'll take the bag.
nurse judy: or now re-flux
Ken: in a flash back the light gets sucked into the bulb and the batteries recharge
C. Simril: what's up, bone?
C. Simril: frodo?
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rotonoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: they die, they dont
drjawnagain: a fro is a do
C. Simril: you still here, gurvitch?
nurse judy: frodo's dough
drjawnagain: yessir
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
C. Simril: ray me, mr. ray gone
drjawnagain: here
drjawnagain: here
klokwkdog: and here...
klokwkdog: annnd here!
nurse judy: is my clock slow or is a NY minute that fast?
C. Simril: i have enjoyed cursor ever since you told alt.ft about it, john
doctec: ny minute even faster nj
klokwkdog: we've sent your bags on ahead, sir. where is it you're staying?
drjawnagain: cursor??
nurse judy: I enjoy cursing since a mere praat
klokwkdog: Catherwood seems to run on Mars time, which is ever so slightly screwed up
drjawnagain: I curse after all prat falls
C. Simril: someone named dr. jawn turned me on to www. cursor.com
C. Simril: no, org
klokwkdog: if you've ever had to program one, you know why they named it that
Ken: mars day is 24 hrs 40 minutes, or something like that
nurse judy: i'll stay in this little girl till she rots!
C. Simril: hey ken.
C. Simril: you still little, nurse?
doctec: geez cat, as i'm editing the act 5 lines i'm looking at your ambient directives and wondering where i can find some of these sounds you want
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Still Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Ken: judy: necrophilia? who'd a thunk it?
doctec: "small kids say aaahhhhh petuously" ?
nurse judy: I'm a little little
C. Simril: fuck
klokwkdog: i was speaking figuratively, Ken, artistically. If Catherwood can't keep time with the rest of the band, he ought to quit playing
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Dexter Fong at 11:04 PM
Still Fong: Damn! I could live with these interupts but they always come right when I get off a good line
doctec: "bettors calling out their bets" ?
C. Simril: yeah, what i want is never what i get, in terms of this kinda project
C. Simril: but i can dream, eh?
Ken: maybe catherwood is right and the rest of the world is wrong. it's all relative anyway....
nurse judy: he knocks my door knocker too
doctec: so far everythin i've needed i have been able to find on my collection of sound effects cds but nothing like these are at hand
klokwkdog: i went back and read about 30 of Henry Riddick's reviews at Amazon the other night; he is a riot
nurse judy: a regular riot?
Ken: doc: there has to be a huge online archive of them somewhere. i have some free time, if you need me to look for something, shoot me an email with particulars
||||||||| drjawnagain walks away to The Sitting Room.
klokwkdog: no, the Regulars weren't called out this time
doctec: the problem with most online stuff is that it is decidedly lo-fi
doctec: no one wants to give out hi-fi sound effects without charging for them
nurse judy: round up the usual suspects
doctec: if you have the time and are able to find something usable, that would be great
||||||||| Still Fong, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Ken: in your inbox now (or soon) tom
klokwkdog: the other problem is that a lot of it was designed for AM radio and will never get better?
C. Simril: i do what i can
nurse judy: do what you're doing
C. Simril: which is rope as many fine voices into my audio visions as possible
doctec: interestingly, the vast majority of my sfx cds were purchased in the early and mid 80s, i've checked and most of the labels are now out of business
Ken: ah, yes, i remember a.m. radio. used to work in it.
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Fong dexter at 11:07 PM
doctec: so i don't think we have to worry about any licensing issues with them
nurse judy: am in the AM, too
C. Simril: and the combination of these skills has thus far been, impressive,, at least to me
Still Fong: Ummmm....what's happening
Ken: doc: just don't let fritz hollings and his coypright police get you
klokwkdog: i worked in my AM radio once and it was nearly the last time i did anything
||||||||| Still Fong climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 11:08 PM
doctec: ooh, just thought of something cat: maybe i can life bits from movie dvd soundtracks
Merlyn: hmm, you were still here
Ken: dex: you're being highly unusual tonight
doctec: for instance: in cafe scene you need to have everyone just stop talking - in vanilla sky there is just such a scene
Merlyn: maybe you had the same IP address as fong dexter, and it confused things
||||||||| 11:09 PM -- drjawnagain enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
klokwkdog: OK, my quarters are all used up, on their way to Mr. Job in Oslo, so I must depart
C. Simril: you have quaterrs?\
C. Simril: not quatars?
klokwkdog: they are encrypted, DT
Ken: g'nite, klok, have fun (or invite me along!)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Klone-E-Boi in through the front door at 11:09 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
drjawnagain: a cot on the floor for me
C. Simril: keep em norwaying, klok
drjawnagain: qatars
klokwkdog wonders what the sound of silence is
Still Fong: Ken: Between my ISP shifting my address around and getting non-msges from people and going to the sitting rrom and PA system, your'e absolutely right
C. Simril: what's happening, bone e?
doctec: can you think of a movie with bettors calling out their bets? maybe "casino" ?
nurse judy: oslo that ends lo
klokwkdog: yeah, punch a wahibbist for me, too
doctec: klok: i wouldn't need to decrypt, just want to lift part of the sound track - can just dub to dat from audio output
nurse judy: PA's system making a non appearance too?
C. Simril: i am very happy with your vergins of redshift, doc
Klone-E-Boi: Some confusion in the Time Machine.
Still Fong: Doc/Cat: What kind of bets?
Ken: h.g. wells is working overtime?
nurse judy: all comers?
Still Fong: Horse bets; Roulette; craps..etc?
doctec: dex: in red shift act 5, directive is "ambient bettors calling out their bets gives way yo one clearly heard voice: TWO DHARMA DOLLARS ON SSSssssss (fade out)
Ken: craps sounds could be recorded in any toilet....
doctec: I have the 2 dharma dollars line, just need the hollering leading up to it
Klone-E-Boi: Now if I can replicate myself thousands of times, I can do a Million Modem March on the Grammies.
nurse judy: too dicey ken
Still Fong: Doc: Sounds like horse bets...Maybe the Sting?
drjawnagain: bet your places
doctec: leading into bettors ambience is line "I'll see your gang of four and raise you a five year plan"
Still Fong: Or maybe not =)
Klone-E-Boi: Er, Grammy Awards, not grandmothers.
doctec: dex: yeah, that might work - although because it's an older movie, the sound track might not be all that hi-fi (compared with the fx in the rest of red shift)
doctec: something more recent would be better
Still Fong: Sounds like poker:
Ken: klone: i hear the older ones appreciate it more :)
C. Simril: maybe bone e boy would like to contribute
Klone-E-Boi: Some Sixties rockers look kind of like grandmothers these days.
nurse judy: I've got 4 aces
doctec: and there can't be music under the hollering
Still Fong: I've got 4 lads
doctec: klone: geez that's for sure
C. Simril: or klok? get everyone here involved
nurse judy: or is that 4 or 5?
Ken: fong: i've got the four freshmen
doctec: no wonder some of 'em hoped they'd die before they got old
Still Fong: Oh, Ken...you're so hep
nurse judy: give me 3 cards
doctec: dex: lol
Ken: on the shelf next to the limelighters
C. Simril: well, i have yet to die and i've already gotten old
Klone-E-Boi: Any chance the boys would be willing to perform Agent Orange live onstage dressed as grandmothers?
doctec: four wellmanneredmen
C. Simril: klone:no
drjawnagain: anyone enjoying Lettermans guest hosts this week?
doctec: highly unlikely
Still Fong: What was that "4" group that SCTV lampooned?
doctec: it's an interesting approach...
Still Fong: The Four Sweaters?
nurse judy: i fold
doctec: dex: i remember that bit (can't remember their name though)
Klone-E-Boi: The Mothers of Invention did a reunion tour as The Grandmothers.
Ken: the fly swatters
doctec: let me see if i can dig up the info in an sctv fan web site
Still Fong: The Grandmothers of Neccesity
Klone-E-Boi: And of course Zappa and the rest are dressed as grandmothers on the We're Only In It For The Money album cover.
doctec: dex: it was the "five neat guys"
nurse judy: my grandmother was cuter than Zappa
doctec: http://sctv.org/characters/5neatguys/5neatguys.ram
Klone-E-Boi: Some of them are dressed as grandmothers. The guy with lots of body hair is wearing a dayglo miniskirt.
Ken: hmmm, i never thought of my grandmothers as "cute"
Still Fong: Speaking of things musical: Jonathon Schwartz of XM and WNYC fame played a song -he does mainstream, American Songbood type stuff- a cover of the Turtles
Still Fong: Thanks Doc
Ken: well, cuter than zappa, yes, i'd agree with that
Klone-E-Boi: Most of them have lots of body hair, actually.
C. Simril: ive only thought of my grandparnets as dead
Still Fong: Happy Together it was
nurse judy: in all the places
doctec: how is the weather... ?
Still Fong: in all the gin joints
Klone-E-Boi: Zappa is dead, buy I'm sure he would have found all of this very predictable.
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: but he lives on in stereo hi-fi...
nurse judy: you had to walk a mile for a camel
Klone-E-Boi: but I'm sure, I meant to say. o ore ypos.
nurse judy: my watch stopped
Klone-E-Boi: o, I eant o ay ypos!
Ken: i'd walk a kilometer for a wildebeest
nurse judy: rick rick you've got to help me
Klone-E-Boi: orry!
Still Fong: Same old Ingrid
nurse judy: we'll always have paris
Still Fong: We'll always have parts
nurse judy: parts and service with a smile
Still Fong: Baldie's barber Shop, open all night
doctec: we'll alway have... oh, dang
Still Fong: Oh Dang, that beautiful Eurasian city by the bay
Ken: dex: please don't talk about bald people cuz i is one
nurse judy: and how much would you get for not rehearsing
Klone-E-Boi: Pia Zadora in Naked Gun: The Final Insult on cable recently. I laughed too loud.
Still Fong: Ken: Hair is dead, man
Klone-E-Boi: The Oscars scene.
C. Simril: i want paris
C. Simril: and Fumiyo and I will get it
Ken: yes, once it leaves the follicle it IS dead. but mine never gets a start any more
nurse judy: in the springtime?
Still Fong: Or in the fall?
Klone-E-Boi: it's an incredible optical illusion.
Ken: judy: doesn't matter what time of the year
C. Simril: whenever we can afford it.
C. Simril: we were there at halloween last year. a trip
nurse judy: move to the louve?
Klone-E-Boi: Don't invite Phil Donahue next year.
Still Fong: It's a groove
C. Simril: no, the quay d'orsay
C. Simril: the impressionist museem
Still Fong: No seeum museem
Klone-E-Boi: Weird Al Yankovic and Vanna White.
C. Simril: i like thinking several years ahead
nurse judy: "the audio equivalent of an Heironymous Bosch paointing"
C. Simril: it means there are such things
C. Simril: i sawa lot of bosch
C. Simril: one of my faves
doctec: the gutenberg museum sure leaves an impression on you
Still Fong: "I'd like to buy an E minor"
C. Simril: in rome, venice, madrid, lisbon, et al
doctec: anonymous bosch?
Ken: cat: i have swilled a lot of busch
C. Simril: were you in europe, doc?
Still Fong: Are you in Europe, Doc?
C. Simril: i thot not
nurse judy: we put the osc is bush
C. Simril: all of you yanks are swiled by bush
doctec: no not really - just in my mind
Still Fong: Glad you're not outta your mind Doc
C. Simril: my high school was accross the strteet from bush gardens in la
drjawnagain: here
C. Simril: the beer smell made me puke
C. Simril: to this day, i loatthe beer cuz of that high school experienfce
doctec: out of my mind, back in five minutes
Ken: i lived near busch gardens in tampa, with right winds, could smell it brewing quite well
Still Fong: Hope you did it on your unfinished homework Cat
nurse judy: cat: try drinking it, same effect
Still Fong: More nourishing
C. Simril: i guess not, fong
nurse judy: i used to live near Bosch's garden of earthly delights
Still Fong: Organic huh?
C. Simril: drink me, smoke me
nurse judy: we'd go in for a print now and then
Still Fong: Barkeep, print me a bottle of beer
nurse judy: SF: it'll be a little flat
||||||||| Klone-E-Boi walks away to The Sitting Room.
Ken: if only it were that easy....
C. Simril: drinking what, nurse?
C. Simril: where was that, nurse?
C. Simril: i saw it at the prado
C. Simril: you lived near there?
nurse judy: just a poster
Still Fong: Perez?
Still Fong: We'll always have Perez Prado
||||||||| doctec, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Still Fong sings "Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom white"
nurse judy: or Don pardo
Ken: dex: now you've done it--i'm in a dancing mood now!
Ken: how old is don pardo now? he still announces snl
drjawnagain: dancing fool
nurse judy: PA probably at CD release non party?
||||||||| Klone-E-Boi has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:34 PM.
||||||||| doctec has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:35 PM.
drjawnagain: another Zappa opus
doctec: well, i'm back
Ken: or, another oppa zappus
doctec: oh don...
Bunnyboy: whoops! I've been "on" all this time. Hee!
Bunnyboy: Did I miss anything?
drjawnagain: nada
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:36 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
nurse judy: you missed PA"s non appearance, no wait that's still happening
Dexter Fong: Bah and Hummerbug
doctec: same old same old...
Bunnyboy: Well, I'll "really" leave this time. Got the MP3's downloaded, doc.
nurse judy: All things Firesign burning up the astrological charts
doctec: cool bb
Dexter Fong: Night there BBoy
Bunnyboy: Hey, Peter Gabriel's SECRET WORLD LIVE is finally out on DVD. Whee!
Klone-E-Boi: Perhaps you'd like to hang this in the Portrait Gallery. http://www.sito.org/cgi-bin/gridcosm/gridcosm?level=1398
nurse judy: I thought that was secret
Klone-E-Boi: Or this. http://www.sito.org/cgi-bin/gridcosm/gridcosm?level=1397
Bunnyboy: doc: Read yer message. Yeah, drop the specs in my e-mail, I'll try to give it a shot.
doctec: thx dude
nurse judy: thx 1138
Bunnyboy: The pleasure is mine. Allllllllllllllllllll MINE!
Bunnyboy: Nite, yez
Ken: bye, bunny
C. Simril: hey
C. Simril: as opposed to straw, jack
Bunnyboy: Oh, I had one last question: Who does the "Bobcat" line "But I don't like beer" in RED SHIFT?
Bunnyboy: It's fun.
doctec: that was me, bb
C. Simril: not you, bun?
doctec: cat had me doing whatzisname from the simpsons
drjawnagain: cat: are you a N. Mailer fan?
doctec: cat: remember me recording that line in the rec room at your old place?
C. Simril: good work, doc
Bunnyboy: doc: Oh, Barney Gumble. Moe, too?
doctec: the drunk
Dexter Fong: Doc: Barney?
doctec: yes, barney
C. Simril: yeah the dif ambience of that house and this one\
Dexter Fong: Bun: I did Moe, if that's still in there =)
Ken: barney phyffe or barney the purple dinosaur?
Dexter Fong: Barney Bigard Ken
doctec: hah - yeah (though the carpeting does help absorb the tight echo)
nurse judy: ah clem
Dexter Fong: Ah! Clams
Bunnyboy: Nice work doc, Dex. Speaking of Barney Fife, did anybody catch the TV Land Awards? Bring out the geezers!
doctec: dex: there was a little too much room ambience in most of the reel-to-reel you sent cat
Ken: barney bigard the bigamist (huge fog in eyetalian)
doctec: you weren't very close to the mic when you recorded those lines, and you were in a room with almost no sound absorption material
Dexter Fong: Yeah Bun, seems like they went for nostalgia and the young listeners rather than true merit
Bunnyboy: It was great to see the 2 Dons, Adams and Knotts, but cripes, they're up in years.
doctec: that said, we used your "guru" and "kirk" takes, they work well
C. Simril: indeeed
Dexter Fong: Doc: Yes I was *not* in a recording studio =)
nurse judy: upstart indeed!
doctec: in particular, your deliver of the guru line was picture-prefect
Bunnyboy: Now I'm gone. Zip!
doctec: i tightened up the spaces in your kirk delivery, works well now
Dexter Fong: I want to thank all the little people
Ken: that's why i didn't contribute to your opus, cat. loud fans in computer and poor microphone
nurse judy: they deliver gurus? gimme two
||||||||| Bunnyboy runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 11:47 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: judy: with anchovies?
doctec: ken: richard arnold recorded some lines for cat, same recording situation (cheap mic in front of pc), they are unusable
nurse judy: no anchovies, those flat things with eyes
drjawnagain: I have a friend, Cheap Mike, never buys a round
Ken: doc: i tried it out here, it even sounded bad through 3" speakers, so i know it would have been worse through quality equipment
drjawnagain waves to all
nurse judy: they're for sound pucking
doctec: fortunately, for the lines he did (which were supposed to sound computer generated) i found & used a web-based text-to-speech encoder on an at&t bell labs site
Dexter Fong waves back
doctec: they sound really cool
nurse judy: art bell labs
drjawnagain bows as he exits the waiting room
doctec: cheap mike needs to be introduced to the wonders of teton glacier, dj
Ken: roto turned me on to that at&t site once
||||||||| drjawnagain departs at 11:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
nurse judy: puking pucks, now that Canadian
||||||||| 11:49 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
doctec: there are actually two of them, an older lo-res encoder and a newer hi-res encoder
Bunnyboy: Point of order!
doctec: i'll have to see if i can find the newer one again
||||||||| Klone-E-Boi rushes off, saying "11:50 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
C. Simril: i dew what i can
Dexter Fong: Time once again, Dear Friends, to find unoccupied parking space in (your neighborhood).
doctec: yes bb? you ordered that mexican already? has he arrived?
nurse judy: or the de-coder ring
Bunnyboy: doc, who's doing the Ken Nordine/China guy?
Dexter Fong: Night all
Bunnyboy: doc: Naw, he's wetback-ordered.
doctec: http://www.research.att.com/~ttsweb/cgi-bin/ttsdemo
||||||||| At 11:51 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
nurse judy: i ordered him out of my sight
doctec: that's supposed to be chairman mao - do you remember a guy who used to show up on irc who went by the name "luger axehandle?"
Ken: yes, doc, he's from texas. i have his email somewhere if you need it
nurse judy: you still lugging that luger?
Bunnyboy: Yeah, Bill...Thompson, was it?
doctec: his real name is bill johnson - his claim to fame is that he was involved in the "texas chainsaw massacre" movie
doctec: ken" yeah, i can't find it, want to email him & let him know his voice work for red shift is finally seeing the light of day
nurse judy: doc; you make that sound like a crime
doctec: nj: don't mean to, it's pretty cool he was in it (was he one of the masked guys? can't remember...)
nurse judy: i guess it's a matter of oppion
doctec: pappillon?
nurse judy: buterflyeeeeeeeeeeeee
Bunnyboy: Bill's got a killer profundo vox.
doctec: he really does sound like ken nordine, doesn't he?
doctec: good call, i hadn't made that association but i knew his delivery kinda sounded familiar
Bunnyboy: And I "butter-fly", as well. For good, this time. Aiyeeeeeeee...
||||||||| At 11:57 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Ken: hop away, bunny
nurse judy: I think I'll go off and listen to "All Things Firesign"
C. Simril: tell us about it, nurse
Ken: oh yeah, it is almost midnight here in the eastern zone. i'll mosey off into the sunset also. g'nite all
nurse judy: i'm going now
doctec: nite k - got your email - thx for bill
doctec: bill's address
||||||||| Ken leaves to catch the 11:59 PM train to Hellmouth.
nurse judy: i'm nearly gone now
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Still Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: that nj, she's one gone cat
Merlyn: missed me
doctec: nite nj
nurse judy: i'm still going
||||||||| 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: i'm off
||||||||| nurse judy departs at 12:02 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
doctec: cat's been talking to me when he meant to talk to y'all
Merlyn: ah
doctec: he said " i dont think there is a Me to miss, merl"
Merlyn: ok
doctec: cat is silent at the moment
Merlyn: how can I miss me if I don't go away?
doctec: that's almost the title of an old dan hicks tune
Merlyn: time to go....bye
doctec: inasmuch as almost everyone else has taken off, i think i will too
doctec: i'm still editing red shift lines
doctec: i think cat has dropped out as well
Merlyn: cat is still talking to you
Merlyn: ok bye
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 12:09 AM train to Hellmouth.
doctec: lemme know what ossman has to say
doctec: no, he hasn;t said anything since i quoted him to you
doctec: cat you still there?
: anybody still here?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 12:15 AM, then departs.
doctec: yes
doctec: roto - back again?
Rotonoto: got wayliad by computer novice snafu
doctec: then again, maybe not?
doctec: ah
doctec: yeah, i know all about them pc snafus
Rotonoto: exhasperating
doctec: i think cat has dropped out though
Rotonoto: exasperating or something
Rotonoto: spent an hour chasing window margins hidden off screen- telephone coaching a novice
doctec: thank you mr. gates
doctec: oooh, i've done the telephone coaching thing
Rotonoto: amen and haleluyah (anbd don't forget to register)
doctec: geez that can be a royal pain sometimes
Rotonoto: her very first comoputer is a 2.4GHZ P4
doctec: what i really hate is when i have someone do something over the phone, then ask them to look for a result, it's there right in front of them but they don't see it - "No Tom, I don't see the -fill in the blank- ... are you sure that was supposed to work?"
Rotonoto: gd kbd will nospell tonite
doctec: 2.4gHz? That's like giving a Maserati to someone taking driving lessons!
Rotonoto: I'd really be in trbl if I weren't sober :o)
Rotonoto: computers are getting so cheap it is hard to hold it down to a mere 1GHz cpu
doctec: true roto
doctec: lili's daughter's pc is on its last legs, she told lili "if the pc fairy is feeling charitable..." :)
Rotonoto: 7 years ago I couldn't even run a mouse
Rotonoto: now I can type and everything :o)
doctec: i told lili i thought we could build a 1+ gHz system for about 300-500 bucks
Rotonoto: definitely can
doctec: yeah
doctec: after i finish red shift lili wants to pursue that, then she and i would go on a road trip & deliver it to her daughter
Rotonoto: my sis spent abt 600-800 and got something pretty nice
doctec: hamilton ontario about 10 hrs from ct
Rotonoto: I bought her a barebones and added everything
doctec: cool
Rotonoto: I'm waxing *very* nostalgic about Ont...
doctec: i like to use multiwave direct (www.mwave.com) - their stuff is good quality and seems to be reliable
Rotonoto: d un there in late 50's
Rotonoto: a kid
Rotonoto: only 3 years
Rotonoto: lived in ont in late 50's
doctec: i am on my second system from them - put it together myself - 2.8 gHz, 100gigs of storage, 512mb memory
Rotonoto: for how much?
doctec: putting red shift together as fast as i have been going would be unthinkable on my 600mHz system
doctec: $1200 all told - i did not skimp
doctec: but if i'd gone for an athlon (1.2gHz or so) it would have been less than half of that
Rotonoto: good deal. I skimped a bit on 1.6GHZ and a 40G drive, but kept it to 600 bux
doctec: in addition to cpu/motherboard/memory, i bought 60 gig hard drive, a really cool case, a dvd/rom drive, a scsi card (for my external cd burner) and a printer
doctec: i kept my monitor/mouse/kybd/cd burner from my old system
Rotonoto: such a hardware feast these past 2 years
doctec: so it could have cost more if i'd bought all new
doctec: yeah - it boggles the mind
doctec: i'm glad i waited, i think this system's gonna be good for at least 3-4 years if not more
Rotonoto: well at least I now have moved one other family member into the 20th century at least...
Rotonoto: sister is only the 2nd in my family to finally get on line- we're a whole nest of ''slow adopters' :o)
doctec: cool
doctec: i wish i could do the same for my brother - he could really use a new system too
doctec: he's still on a 300mHz pentium ii
Rotonoto: some people forced to use windows computers as part of work, and thus greatly hate them
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: I have a 333 P2, still works great except too slow for CD bvurning
doctec: yeah, they are real workhorses
doctec: my P2 300mHz is stull in use by an old college friend i sold it to (like four years ago)
Rotonoto: I'm glad my initiation was voluntary, therefore I love computer s & inet
doctec: he only does web surfing and email, it's fine for him
Rotonoto: and some day move into a closet and lit it be a hardware firewall
Rotonoto: for yiour 'real' computer
doctec: that would be a good use for it
doctec: i understand you can load up a bare-bones linux distro in one, that would work quite well
Rotonoto: so they say- even a 486 will do, apparently
doctec: yes
doctec: doesn't have to be fancy
Rotonoto: well, I just hide behind a software firewall and pull a big rubber down over my monitor :o)
doctec: trojan man!!!!!!!
Rotonoto: my jr high school team was called the trojans :o)
Rotonoto: (snicker snicker)
doctec: hah - bet that got a lot of joke mileage in the locker room
Rotonoto: don't I know it- well, actually, I was sitting up on a tree branch with my soles cut off, playing the flute...
doctec: hah
doctec: well, i'm gonna take off now - still have to finish up some red shift line editing
Rotonoto: now if they only had the fst back in my high school daze, I mighta been cool
doctec: see ya next week - oh and got your email but can't get cgg cd to you until after the end of the month
doctec: appreciate your patience
Rotonoto: instead of a reclusive geek
Rotonoto: no not my email- you mixing me up with somebody else...
Rotonoto: tw just shared my cgg with sister, she was vy pleased to get it
doctec: hmmm, let me check
Rotonoto: but I'm always up for betamax dubs :o) :o)
doctec: oh you're right
doctec: sorry
Rotonoto: you already sent me cgg a year or two ago doc
doctec: yeah - my damn vhs is still out of commission
Rotonoto: had not heard it for *ages*!
doctec: i really need to get that taken care of after red shift
doctec: thanks again for your parience
Rotonoto: all ok DF
doctec: thanks. i'm heading off into the sunset ... keep 'em flying!
Rotonoto: 73 DF see ya next week or 2...
doctec: cool. nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...................
Rotonoto: zz..
||||||||| "Hey doctec!" ... doctec turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:43 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Rotonoto: Sorry I missed mosta youse guise- got real into the computer doc role with my sister's new computer...
Rotonoto: onlyt took a little over an hour to clean up some stupid oversized windows- jeez!
Rotonoto: coaching a computer neophyte over the phone is a little like pushing wet spaghetti uphill...
Rotonoto: you do it with spoons, meatballs, and infinite patience :o)
Rotonoto: (I hear you can also do it with smoke, mirrors, and misdirection, but never tried that)
||||||||| Outside, the 12:47 AM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Freq Man coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Freq Man: Dag nabbit... I missed Doc Tech...
Rotonoto: hi guy
Rotonoto: just by 5 min or less
Freq Man: Hi Rotonoto... you stuck here in radio prison...
Rotonoto: sappeared into the center of the earth
Rotonoto: not to be torturing me!
Freq Man: I hear it's hot...
Rotonoto: yeah, they got a new movie out about it...
Rotonoto: "Journey To The Center OF Jules Verne"
Freq Man: So is the Second Gulf war the first war to be won in closed door meetings rather than by diplomacy?
Freq Man: I heard there's some sort of secret surrender scheme brewing...
Rotonoto: it's a cliffhanger for sure
Rotonoto: They bought way too many fireworks to do nothing, however
Rotonoto: perhaps only a few token explosions before the exile expostion?
Freq Man: Especially that big-o-bomb they tested in Floridia... Orwell talked about some amorphous war that was going on...
Freq Man: a faint din in the background... nobody knew much... just that we were at war...
Freq Man: (another George... coincidence?)
Rotonoto: well, youu know that american movies always end by blowing up an expensive set...
Freq Man: Sure... I heard there was a new expensive set built in some arab country that begins with a Q...
Freq Man: So... anything new in the fab five or four?
Rotonoto: BTW doc mentioned something about soon getting cgg to you (?) He is pretty tied up with Red SHift lately
Freq Man: cgg?
Rotonoto: aw, man- clue me in- I'm hardly ever here lately
Freq Man: me neither... what time zone are YOU in?
Rotonoto: Rotonoto inventor of "Personal Time Zone" (TM)
Freq Man: OH yes... he's already passed me one.
Freq Man: When Doc and I met a few years ago - CGG was a CD he brought me...
Rotonoto: Robert's rule of location: Wherever I go, there I am- proves I am center of the universe
Freq Man: And if the universe is without end... how can it have a center or a starting point...
Rotonoto: thus "Personal Tine Zone"- it's pretty much whatever time I want it to be (most of the time)
Freq Man: Now that we've proven time is meaningless...
Rotonoto: meaningless, but such an interesting and convincing diversion
Freq Man: My favorite Twighlight Zone line is from "To Serve Man" ... it opens with the main character talking to the aliens... "What time is it?" He asks... "Time does not exist in space" was the answer... "Oh... what time is it on earth" he asks again... "12 noon" was the reply...
Freq Man: But I've said that all before...
Rotonoto: To Serve Man indeed :o) Dozens of tasty recipes...
Freq Man: He'll... it's nearly 12 noon somewhere... I think... maybe India...
Rotonoto: that was in "To Serve Man"? Really? I have not seen that episode for decades now, would like to see it again
Rotonoto: all I remember is the ending- rush to spaceport, announce that it is translated and is a cookbook- but love interest is already boarding the spaceship...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Freq Man: twighlight zones now being reproduced for radio... and the DVDs are available...
Rotonoto: I will have to get hold of that one- one of the bettter ones- like the medical one about the palnet of ugly people
Freq Man: One of my favorite episodes... Mr Chambers... Mr Chambers... to Serve man... it's... it's a COOKBOOK!!!! (strings up)
Rotonoto: planet
Freq Man: Oh yeah... the ugly people one was GOOD... paper machet masks... heheh...
Rotonoto: poor woman wakes up and the bandages come off and she is beautiful (on a planet of uglies)
Freq Man: In the eye of the beholder or something like that was the title...
Rotonoto: great great series, that one...
Freq Man: I'd love to produce some of those plots into radio plays... but someone with a great deal more capital got to it first.
Rotonoto: well, I better wander upstairs and walk the doggie befoe I completely drash and burn...
Rotonoto: What a challenge to pull off Eye of the Beholder in a non-visual medium- can it be done?
Freq Man: Understood... I'll try to log on earlier next thursday... had lots to do tonight...
Freq Man: Well... interesting idea roto... sure it could be done...
Rotonoto: good to see you on- I will try to wander by next week or tow amd try to catch up
Freq Man: but the irony would be lost on the listener if it wasn't done right...
Rotonoto: it benefits so much from rapid visual surprise
Freq Man: we can all understand non-conformity... that's no problem...
Rotonoto: gh you have your hunches before they pull the viausl punch line
Rotonoto: visual
Freq Man: but for the audience... the entire audience to be forced to relate to the noncomformity... yikes... yeah, that's a tough one... but I won't say it COULDN'T be done... I recently heard an OTR episode that had the FINEST fight scene I've ever heard. I was sitting on the edge of my carseat.
Rotonoto: yep- but it is a hulluva challenge to do it artfully- oh well, just remember the War of the Worlds panic, and all becomes clear...
Freq Man: You've got me thinking... but it would be all about the unwrapping of the bandage... as the doctor describes what was done in the operatoin... and as the listener....
Rotonoto: when I was still a kid, we still all used our imaginations...
Freq Man: gets all the visual cues... we realize that she's beautiful...
Rotonoto: ah well, off to dogwalk...
Freq Man: that would be the way I'd do it... play up the bandage thing...
Freq Man: Walk the little doggies... talk to you soon...
Rotonoto: later...
||||||||| Rotonoto departs at 1:13 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 1:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Freq Man - 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 4:32 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:

Bubba's Brain
C. Simril
Dave again
Dexter Fong
Fong dexter
Freq Man
nurse judy
Still Fong
Xmas Bunny
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