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||||||||| 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 27, 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 27, 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?"
||||||||| 9:07 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Merlyn looks around to see who he's talking to...
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn...I see Catherwood is advancing into the future still
Merlyn: He's trying to save three dimes by gradual time travel
Dexter Fong: 3 Dimes?
Merlyn: I have a cardboard box time machine - it only takes me seven days' ride to get to next week
Merlyn: you have to insert three dimes to time travel in "two places"
Dexter Fong: I'll bet it's down hill both ways too =)
Merlyn: and get hit over the head with a bottle on champaign
Dexter Fong: Ah....it's all rushing back to me
Merlyn: he's yer wet fist -- *)pow(*
Dexter Fong thinks to himself, "That Nancy, she still packs a wallop...and a suitcase"
Dexter Fong thinks to himself, "The Waiting Room, particularly appropriate tonight."
Merlyn: I see what you think
Dexter Fong: Than we think eye-to-eye
Dexter Fong: Perhaps everybody is watching the War Channel(s)?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:21 PM, then departs.
Merlyn: I thought it was in reruns now
Elayne: Evenin' Merlyn, Dex!
Dexter Fong: Elayne!!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'C. Simril', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
C. Simril: 3 red shifters here before me
Dexter Fong: Nanc...er um Cat!!
Elayne: Hello Cat!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Are you impuning we're stars?
C. Simril: soon, dex
Merlyn: no, big balls of hot gas
Dexter Fong: heh
C. Simril: the way, how do you want to be listed in the credits?
C. Simril: dex or your other name, whatever it is
Dexter Fong: I hadn't given it much thought, Cat.
C. Simril: doc is about to print them up for the cd cover
Dexter Fong: I think Dexter Fong will do
C. Simril: you have his email address. let him know soon
Dexter Fong: Will do
C. Simril: ok, that's what i wrote
C. Simril: brian westley and elayne and robin riggs
C. Simril: plus another half dozen chatters, at least. past, present and perhaps future
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bubba's Brain', just granted probation at 9:25 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Maybe "Erogenous Bosh"
C. Simril: my biggest cast yet
Dexter Fong: Hi Bubba
C. Simril: hi bub
Elayne: Hey Bubba!
Bubba's Brain: Hey, all
C. Simril: finally, someone who ISNT in red shift
Bubba's Brain: Woke up this morning, turned off the alarm, turned off the radio.....
||||||||| Dave waltzes in at 9:27 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: oh, it's our audience?
C. Simril: now they're starting to shift in
Elayne: Hello Dave!
Bubba's Brain: started to have a dream --- one of those where you have a test in 10 minutes and you haven't studied....
Dave: wo, catherwood's clock is waaaaaaaay off
Elayne: I'll be shifting away soon, dinner's almost ready.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bubba's Brain: guy studying next to me, turns and starts telling that if I contribute to public radio in the next ten minutes there'll be a matching donation...
Dave: hello all, happy thursday! yay! almost friday and spring break for me
Bubba's Brain: That's what I get for falling asleep during pledge drive.
Merlyn: don't drink and pledge drive
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Let me clean his car boss, let me drive him around the block!
Bubba's Brain: pledges dont drink???? not at my frat.
||||||||| 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 Erogenous Bosh disembarks at 9:30 PM.
Erogenous Bosh: Hi Dave, H"H"L & GW
Dave: have a round o' pledges, on me
C. Simril: you have spring break next week, dave?
Merlyn: is that you, DF?
Erogenous Bosh: Yep Merl
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Hi EG?
Merlyn: you keep getting kicked out? or what?
Dave: yes I do Cat
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Dexter Fong at 9:32 PM
C. Simril: it was last week in BC
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: Same old problem, doesn't recognize my isp addy
C. Simril: i wondered how many different weeks there were, and for who
Merlyn: what does it do, exactly?
Dave: we ended up having a winter break what with the two feet of snow we got, four snowdays, it'll never happen again in my lifetime
C. Simril: they're in everyone's exactlys
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: Next time it does it -and it will- I'll write down the error msge
Merlyn: OK, I'll see if I can fix it
C. Simril: weather is increasingly unpredictable. if it ever was predictable
Dave: I maintain that the only thing predictable about Colorado weather is that it's not
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: It's those space shuttles
C. Simril: then you may have 5 snow days next year
Elayne: Back in a bit. Dinner calls! (I suppose I should have cooked it more if it's still speaking...)
C. Simril: or sand days, as they have in Iraq
Dave: true, but very ver ydoubtful
Erogenous Bosh: or only 1 and 1/2 days
Erogenous Bosh: ...and 2 nights
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Ta Ta E.
C. Simril: indeed, el
Erogenous Bosh: Later Elayne
C. Simril: keep em frying!
Dave: "cook me more Elayne"
Erogenous Bosh: More Sauted Arabians
Merlyn: bye E
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Nobody will come up into the hills ...
C. Simril: only the beverlys
Erogenous Bosh: and the Harolds
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Not into sector R ...
Dave: y'all come back now
Erogenous Bosh: Sector R is now known as Alert Level Mauve per directive of Homefield Insurety
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: EB what kind of touring car do you like to steal when you're going out ?
C. Simril: a cord 810
Erogenous Bosh: A Turing car? I haven't passed that test yet.
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Good choice C. they're cute and strong ...
||||||||| "9:39 PM? 9:39 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ken should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ken enters and sits on the couch.
C. Simril: turn, turn, to the rain and the wind
||||||||| Catherwood leads Leftenant Yamamoto inside, makes a note of the time (9:39 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: hello, dear friends :)
Erogenous Bosh: Hi Ken
C. Simril: ken, left
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Hi Ken?
Erogenous Bosh: OI! He's been busted in rank.
C. Simril: you aint got no friends on your leftenent
Dave: hey there Ken, how's things
Leftenant Yamamoto: oi
Leftenant Yamamoto: I'm as leftenant as they come
C. Simril: sound off, one two, tree quebecoise
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I's white ...
Ken: things are pretty good. just finished some baked salmon with broccoli, cauliflower, mushrooms
Leftenant Yamamoto: likely story satchmo
Erogenous Bosh: I'se colored...but thats my camoflage paint
Leftenant Yamamoto: Ken: you didn't share?
C. Simril: inspite of unemployment, you continue to eat well, kend. that's the spirt
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Just ask that cop in the wood pile ...
Ken: sorry, yam, i finished the plate. did everything except lick it clean
Erogenous Bosh: Mr. Wood Pile? Where can I get a job?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Just you, me, a bottle of whine and that FIB agent
C. Simril: Ernie? Back from the dead?
Ken: cat: salmon is actually not much more expensive than catfish, and it's a damned sight better
C. Simril: Your war cartoons never more needed
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I'm in Dis skys ...
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: Couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer
C. Simril: it's expensive here and they Catch it here
Leftenant Yamamoto: Eating catfish is like eating mud....head
C. Simril: the philatelist club?
Erogenous Bosh: Yeah, but giving head to catfish? eeewww
Ken: wild catfish, although not my favorite, at least has some taste. farmed catfish is so bland that it's nearly tasteless
Merlyn: hey, the learning channel just used the phrase "everything they knew, was wrong"
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I saw a bunch of them phjilatelists at the end of the bar raising the devil ...
C. Simril: what is that song bergman sings at the end of bdb, i'm just a little fishy
Leftenant Yamamoto: ;hands cat a box of moist towelettes and avises him to aimm away from members of the population
Erogenous Bosh: K: How do they get those catfish to pull a plow, or a combine?
C. Simril: good for the learning channel
Ken: harold: did the devil fall down?
Ken: eb: funny mental picture :)
Leftenant Yamamoto: Bush Trip?
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: had him about 10 feet off the floor and I could tell by the red clay on his hoofs and his black horns that he was up to no good ,,,
Erogenous Bosh: K: Answer: Really big f8ing whips
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: So I upped and challenged that little devil to a game of 10 card tarot ... pinnacles wild ...
C. Simril: i thought it was his black aura
Merlyn: Dex, it looks like the last 2 digits of your IP address spontaneously changed
Leftenant Yamamoto: Kiss my aura dora
Ken: the smell of brimstone gives him away every time
Erogenous Bosh: HHLGW: When you raise the devil at the end of the bar, it's a new world record everytime
Dave: no that was just me, sorry
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Just when I saw him deal a high priestess from the botom of the deck ...
Leftenant Yamamoto: Beat Me Devil, 8 to the bar
Erogenous Bosh: HHLetc> That was no Priestess, that was my wife
Leftenant Yamamoto: or is that 666
Ken: how did the priestess get high?
C. Simril: probably on false drugs
Leftenant Yamamoto: Musta been the Sandawood incense
C. Simril: definitely not a shoe shine
Erogenous Bosh: K: Prayer and a clean windshield
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I think it was the Road Apple Red Ken ?
Dave: hmmmm, a high Priestes, imagine trying to read the psalms while high
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: What about powerful gasoline?>
Erogenous Bosh: And do ye' ken Road Apple Red sonny?
C. Simril: never more powerful
Leftenant Yamamoto: You need 40 acres and that free mule you've been dreaming of
Erogenous Bosh: Dave? Pretty sure Priestesses didn't read psalms.....
Ken: the road apple red is not quite my cuppa tea, if you know what i mean
Leftenant Yamamoto: That's miss cleo
C. Simril: you dont know your mule from a hole in the ground
Dave: I'm jewish supposedly, what the fuck do I know
Erogenous Bosh: LY: Screw that...Gimme a half acre and a HumV
C. Simril: palms, maybe
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Well Ken how about a nice cup of blue moss? I've been whipping the moss all day!
Ken: jews drink wine
Leftenant Yamamoto: Road Apple in yr cuppa tea? How many times have I told you not to let the Horse in the House?
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: That's no Mule...that's a Burrito
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: i think soloman and david, to the extent they existed, would have wanted a Lot of priestesses around them, reading psalms, palms, or whatever
Ken: slap some sour cream on that mule and wrap a tortilla around it!
C. Simril: and lot's wife too
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: and dating palms too
Leftenant Yamamoto: mmmmmmmmm
Ken: how about rosie palm and her five sisters? i know them......
Dave: hell yeah jews drink wine, my god they take a damn drink after everything, it's a wonder they can even read after awhile
Erogenous Bosh: Lot's wife was a pillar of the community
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: What about the Oil Palms?
Leftenant Yamamoto: You just Invented Tacos, I been waiting years for this
C. Simril: oh, the Harry Palms
Ken: dave: specially with that freaky alphabet. why don't they write in english like god dictated it?
Erogenous Bosh: HHetc. You gotta get up oily to palm that one off on me
Leftenant Yamamoto: Write standing on thier head, too
Leftenant Yamamoto czechs his Palm Device
C. Simril: No, I just invented Taos, but D H Lawrence stole it from me
Erogenous Bosh: LY That's why they wear hats
Leftenant Yamamoto: I heard he smoked it like scrod
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: Beware the Plumed Serpent
Leftenant Yamamoto: hard to keep a fish lit
Merlyn: hey dex/eros, I think I can fix the problem, and it should be done to keep consistent with the reaper algorithm, anyway
Ken: scrod always sounded faintly "bad" to me, reminded me of scrotum, i guess
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: What about the seven cities of Gold? Pheonix, Tusan Las Vegas
Erogenous Bosh: LY: JUst add a little booze to there water
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: That would be both highly welcome and wo derful
Leftenant Yamamoto: That's Nota mountain, that's a Butte!
C. Simril: Hotel Scrod, in old vancouver novel
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: And Right purdy too!
Erogenous Bosh: Susan?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Underhill?
Ken: no, it's nancy
C. Simril: under beverly?
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Morgoth rules!
Leftenant Yamamoto: I may be under Karen
Erogenous Bosh: More Goth! More Goth!
Merlyn: dex, I don't think you'd be getting an error message, you'd just get kicked to the login page
Ken: yam: when you are done with here, can i get under her too?
Leftenant Yamamoto: You've had enough
Ken: her, not here
Leftenant Yamamoto: Ken: dunno
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Don't you trust her Ken ...
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: It says something to the effect that your site/server? doesn't recognize my ISP number
Ken: i don't trust anyone except me, and that's iffy at times
Erogenous Bosh: Sorry I'm so unclear
Leftenant Yamamoto: Must not be registered w/the Dept Of Homeland insecurity and the Natural guard
Erogenous Bosh: Ken: Get ewverything in writing
Merlyn: That's odd, I don't think there is such a message from my code.. lemme check
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: They're gonna surround us ...Porgie your a white man you've goit to help us ...
Leftenant Yamamoto: It's a sinmple German Head Code
Ken: bosh: yeah, my dad told me that an oral contract wasn't worth the paper it was written on
Erogenous Bosh: LY: Per directive 34534/aa/0003 Homeland Insecurity is to be known henceforth as The Deaprtment of Homefiled Insurety
Merlyn: not that I see.. hmm
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Could any English school boy catcch it ???
Leftenant Yamamoto: oh sorry
Ken: does that english school boy have a catcher's mit?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Isn't that HomeFRIED in security?
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: It may be a Netscape msg/problem?
Ken: sure as hell isn't french fried
Leftenant Yamamoto: No MSG!
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Ah Uncle Sigmonds Peruvian Coaco powders ...
Leftenant Yamamoto: Freedom Fried'
Erogenous Bosh: No more Madison Square Garden, MY???
C. Simril: dex, did you hear your part in red shift, from doc?
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Ah the paws that refreshes!
Ken: philadelphia freedom cheese steak
Merlyn: dex: kinda weird; possible, I guess. I think my fix would work in any case. Instead of checking for an exact match, I'll just check the first two numbers, like the reaper does now
Leftenant Yamamoto: OH BTW, the govt is doing it's own third rate propaganda noe: http://defendamerica.mil/index.htm
Erogenous Bosh: No Cat: I understand he's like extremely busy and spread very thin, plus I haven't wanted to bother him by asking
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: If ya got just a whiz in the fridge?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: hmmm, file not found at that url
Erogenous Bosh: I whizzed in the fride and it got really cold
Ken: catherwood is on speed (again)
Erogenous Bosh: K: He's got to> He's works 24/7
Leftenant Yamamoto: Catch the Bush/Blair doodah this AM? Liked how the talking heads were trying to say Bushie wasn't embarrasing
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Willard clean his clock ...
C. Simril: it's done, dex, and you'll get your own handsome simulfax copy in the mail soon
Leftenant Yamamoto: My clock's dirty, send him along
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: Great, and I'll send in the top of my car
Ken: i heard the bobsey twins on the radio. at least i like them better than rumsfeld
Leftenant Yamamoto: We got allies, lots of allies
C. Simril: all lies
Ken: deutschland uber alles
Leftenant Yamamoto: lol
Ken: heil fatherland!
Leftenant Yamamoto: WTC=Riechstag?
Erogenous Bosh: It's my Mama's land
Erogenous Bosh: ...and so is the Three mules
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Well duh Yam
Leftenant Yamamoto: She wants it back
Ken: i want my baby back ribs
Leftenant Yamamoto: well, I'm old and stupid
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:04 PM, dragging klokwkdog by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Iraq the Sudetenland!
Erogenous Bosh: Ribs don't got her
Ken: i'll vouch for that bozo
Leftenant Yamamoto: oi klok
Erogenous Bosh: Hiya Klok
klokwkdog: i c Catherwood still hasn't had his clock cleaned
C. Simril: kllok
Erogenous Bosh: Willard is on the way
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: The Klockster
Leftenant Yamamoto: Willard will do it
C. Simril: i cant get into my mail programme
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Willard drive him around the clock ...
Erogenous Bosh: If Willard can't do it, nobody can
Leftenant Yamamoto: I got into a female program
Erogenous Bosh: He's a gunsel, you kn oow
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: He's a sumorattren!
Leftenant Yamamoto: Cat Czrch for Homeland Insecurity guise
klokwkdog: well, this is a fine how you do. guess i need mozilla...
Erogenous Bosh: LY: Getting into fabrics and window treatements are you?
Leftenant Yamamoto: sure
Ken: klok: i just got 1.3, can't see many changes on the surface
Erogenous Bosh: I got this really cute chiffon material last week
Leftenant Yamamoto: Need Curtaqins, we have these lovely lead lined searsuckers
Ken: i need jane curtain
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Hey zilla ho zilla zilla zilla mo zilla hey zilla mozilla ...
C. Simril: under beverly?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Come w/a roll of duct tape
Erogenous Bosh: When I want a curtain, I steel it
||||||||| klokwkdog-part-redux sneaks in around 10:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Erogenous Bosh: KPR
Ken: come with duct tape? it's sticky enough without adding tape!
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I'm having a deja vu all over again ...
klokwkdog-part-redux: maybe i shall be refreshed any day now
Leftenant Yamamoto: I have some od adders, too
Leftenant Yamamoto: old
Erogenous Bosh: LY: od=overcrive?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Bad enough to type quickly and bad
Leftenant Yamamoto: I type slowly and bad
Erogenous Bosh: drive
Leftenant Yamamoto: My Van OD's alla time
klokwkdog-part-redux: this is all so confusing
Leftenant Yamamoto: I like Underdrive
Erogenous Bosh: If you put your ........
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Hold yopur finger next to your place in the script that way I never get confused ...
Ken: bosh: if you put your balls on the other side?
klokwkdog-part-redux: it's definitely some of the baddest typing i ever read
Erogenous Bosh: K: I'd have to walk backwards
klokwkdog-part-redux: this is the very second use of this OS is why
Ken: just got my male kitty back from the vet today, minus his balls. i'm sure he will be thanking me later, huh?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Need Curtaqins, we have these lovely lead lined searsuckers
klokwkdog-part-redux: it just came out of the box...except there is no box: Einsteinian!
Erogenous Bosh: K: Give him lots of attention and kitty treats
||||||||| Elayne enters at 10:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: Hello again!
Leftenant Yamamoto: I have a coon cat hanging around, He'll soon lose his
Ken: hi elayne
klokwkdog-part-redux: so Ken, have you been to the kitten-bonsai site yet?
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: She back and she's beautiful !!!!!
Erogenous Bosh: LY: We managed to read you the first time
Leftenant Yamamoto: elayne
C. Simril: well hello elayn e
Erogenous Bosh: Hello again E
Leftenant Yamamoto: I dunno what happened there
Ken: my kitty is totally black except for 3 white hairs on his belly. this way i can't be accused of being a witch
Leftenant Yamamoto: That's NOT what I typed
Ken: klok: i've seen it. i sent it to a cat group and they flipped their lids!
Elayne: Has Cowboy Kahlil shown up yet? He's been talking up Firesign on his weblog.
Erogenous Bosh: Attention LY: Homefield Insurety is now controlling your keyboard
Ken: yam: demon possession
Leftenant Yamamoto: oho
klokwkdog-part-redux: seems incredibly focused on plugging them up with superglue...
Leftenant Yamamoto: Damn Deamons
C. Simril: Rum? Poe's session
Ken: ah, the joys of cyanoacrylate :)
Erogenous Bosh: Elayne: No but Sheepherder Gibran stopped by
Leftenant Yamamoto: Streets are full of Demons and no safe place for this little fella
Ken: just wear garlic around your neck
klokwkdog-part-redux: the pictures of the cats in jars started to get repetitious
Elayne: Heh, EB. :)
Ken: and keep a silver bullet in your gun
klokwkdog-part-redux: shades of Zachariah
Ken: yeah, klok, if i want a cat in a jar, i'll boil it with dill and peppercorns first
Erogenous Bosh: Who was that masked rider, anyway?
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I just slipped a wooden load into the shotgun cause of all thos e werewolfs we been havin'
Elayne: Where wolf?
Erogenous Bosh: HH: You're not a drinkin' man are you?
klokwkdog-part-redux: EB: if you don't agree to the masked rider, sight unseen, their band won't play
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: There wold Igor!
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: wolf even ...
Dave is bored and, and, and, and
Leftenant Yamamoto: Indeed
Erogenous Bosh: Klok: Masked rider = Republican bill attachments
C. Simril: better bored than gored
klokwkdog-part-redux: we use garlic here
Ken: dave: what type? 4 by 4 roughsawn pine?
Elayne: Dave, better bored than overloaded. All this war talk has me in a funk.
Leftenant Yamamoto: I like dill and Rosemary
Elayne: Yes, what Cat said.
Ken: yes, rosemary clooney is great singer. make that "was", i guess, didn't she die?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Esp. Rosemary, but not her baby
klokwkdog-part-redux: riders is what the bands have in their contracts to have things like dishes of M&Ms with no red ones
C. Simril: parsely and sage too?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Y RC went to be w/whoever last yr IIRC
Ken: conficius was great chinese sage. does he count?
klokwkdog-part-redux: ...or that the club be aware that pyrotechnics will be used -- has become a frequent discussion item around here of late ;-(
Dave: yeah, I'd prefer the conversation not be the war, I need to forget about it for a time, that's one reason I'm here
klokwkdog-part-redux: pray for Rosemary Clooney...
Ken: yes, too much war on tv, we can avoid it here and not anger me
Leftenant Yamamoto: Good enough for me this war sucks anyway, I hate beingg a bad guy
Ken: how 'bout them mets?
Merlyn: OK dex I put in a change, I don't know if IE will un-cache it, though. I had trouble testing with IE but not netscape
klokwkdog-part-redux: yeah, let's talk about regime change instead
Merlyn: but since you mentioned netscape, that's probably what you're uring
klokwkdog-part-redux: u rang?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'HeathenAngel', just granted probation at 10:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dave: no not even that klok if you please
C. Simril: oh, i thought austin was here
klokwkdog-part-redux: your conjugation is off!
C. Simril: it's only merl shifting red
Leftenant Yamamoto: I brought a friend
HeathenAngel: Hello nice lettle chatroom
Merlyn: Anyway, I'll keep track of your IP address, and see if the last two digits change, and see if you aren't kicked out
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: Thank you so much for allthe trouble you've gone to....if my problems continue, I don't want you spending a lotta time on it...it's *my* problem
C. Simril: hello yamfriend
Leftenant Yamamoto: oi
Ken: hi, angel, glad you could make it
Elayne: Hi Heathen!
klokwkdog-part-redux doesn't have a red shift key on his keyboard! Notify Halton Arp immediately!
HeathenAngel: and how art thou
Leftenant Yamamoto: I've never had the kicking problem unless I came directly from AOsmell
HeathenAngel: hello Elayne, Ken, C.
Erogenous Bosh: I be good
C. Simril: as arty as the next cat
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Fat and sassy HA.
Leftenant Yamamoto: I'm on a norma govt-monitored ISP now
C. Simril: just listening to my latest radio play starring a bunch of these folks
Leftenant Yamamoto: normal
C. Simril: first time on headphones. mmmm
Ken: HA: are you a fallen angel? can't you get up?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Righteous, doooooood
Dave: "ange, ange, ain't it time we said goodbye"
Merlyn: this fix might work for that, yamato; I changed it to be as forgiving as the reaper and only check the first two digits of your IP address instead of all four
Leftenant Yamamoto: I hate that song
C. Simril: no, you want to say hello to the visiting angel, dave
HeathenAngel: I am fallen, how did you guess
Leftenant Yamamoto: Merl: not a probl;em otherwise
Erogenous Bosh: Hindsight
Ken: most angels are. it's tough being perfect these days
C. Simril: fa lun gong?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Haven't tried this from Mozilla yet, tho
HeathenAngel: you got that right
Dave: don't have any hinesight, sorry
Erogenous Bosh: K: You don't have to be perfect, only sorry
Leftenant Yamamoto: I'm sorry at all tinmes
Leftenant Yamamoto: I'd like to see a hind
Erogenous Bosh: Tin Mines?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Bogus Pig nuts
HeathenAngel: Hated working in the tin mines, myself
Ken: yam: works fine from 1.3 moziller
Leftenant Yamamoto: Y I just DL'd that
Ken: i've only worked in 8 mines, still need 2 more to make tin
Leftenant Yamamoto: Should use it more
klokwkdog-part-redux: a bunch of real gong people, that
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: I had some of them once on the Gum Boat Matilda!
Erogenous Bosh: It's that trip to Bolivia that does it HA
Leftenant Yamamoto: See The Galloping Che?
Dave: "I cannot see, look out for me!" THUD (OUCH!)
klokwkdog-part-redux: hey, where did the guys get that coal mine stuff in Dear Friends?
C. Simril: you get the cd of giant rat recently, harold?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Heh
HeathenAngel: yes the heat in bolivia is the worst
C. Simril: sounded to me like Germinal, klok
C. Simril: zola novel
Erogenous Bosh: Klok: I would think that it was just some article that Ossman picked up
Leftenant Yamamoto: From a coal Mine of course, it's such a fine mine
||||||||| "10:28 PM? 10:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
C. Simril: i'd read not long before hearing that
Leftenant Yamamoto: B-B
Ken: speaking of ossman, did anyone besides me get a personal email from him wanting me to buy the new cd?
Erogenous Bosh: High dere
HeathenAngel: you picked a fine mine to leave me
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy!
Ken: hi bun
C. Simril: and speaking of hearing, Heeeeeer's Bunny
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Is that Bob Bunny?
C. Simril: i didnt ken, but i will anyway
Leftenant Yamamoto: Nobody E-Mail;s me in the hills
klokwkdog-part-redux: 'lo bun
Leftenant Yamamoto: what?
Erogenous Bosh: It's his boy
klokwkdog-part-redux: what Germinal?
Bunnyboy: I'm innocent!
C. Simril: i'm just listening to the completed Red Shift, with its exquisite Kyundune rif from the one the only Bunny
Erogenous Bosh: There are germs in all the things we eat....yumm
Leftenant Yamamoto: No one is innocent
Bunnyboy: "Bob's" my carbunkle.
C. Simril: now i'm listening to Tiny. unfortunately only on a recorded medium
Leftenant Yamamoto: Lance that
HeathenAngel: innocence is in the eye of the beer holder
Erogenous Bosh: Lance this
C. Simril: good one bunny. you know a vancouver rock group called Bobs Your Uncle, from about 5-10 years ago?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Too many beers for you, Young lady
Ken: i have beer, but decided on generic ersatz cola tonight
||||||||| Catherwood enters with WCGuy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:30 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Bear Wiz Beer?
HeathenAngel: not enough actually
Leftenant Yamamoto: It's in the water...
Erogenous Bosh: High WC
Erogenous Bosh: That's why the fish are high
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: Rats it's that time of night ... Mr. Birdseed go to Press!
WCGuy: Hi Ero
Leftenant Yamamoto: Low WC
C. Simril: they come, they go
Ken: hey john
HeathenAngel: hello WCGuy
Erogenous Bosh: Night UE/H"HHL&GW
Bunnyboy: Our local store has started carrying a servicable Norwegian lager, with a "hee-hee" name. I just picture a ruddy faced, middle-aged Norski guy, sipping a schooner and proclaiming:
C. Simril: if they'd never have come, they'd never be able to leave
Leftenant Yamamoto: Merls Fading
WCGuy: LefYam, evening, Angel as well, and Ken!
Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard: G'Night Y'all Keep 'em flying! http://issuesandalibis.org
Leftenant Yamamoto: nite
||||||||| Harold the Hawk Lungit and his Gang Willard leaves to catch the 10:32 PM train to Hellmouth.
Bunnyboy: "By Yiminy! Dat shure tastes like AASS!"
Leftenant Yamamoto: Oi and or oi ®
Merlyn: hey, would people want to add passwords to your name so only you can log in as that name?
Erogenous Bosh: That's my Mama's mule
Elayne: That sounds like a very good idea, Merlyn.
Leftenant Yamamoto: I log in w/ a different name wevery time, tho
Erogenous Bosh: Do not tell any one your Homefield Insurety password
HeathenAngel: I really need to find out how you do that R thingie, Leftenant
Erogenous Bosh: Beverly Time?
Merlyn: you can still do that, yammo
Leftenant Yamamoto: I didn't get one
Ken: brian: if it's needed, go for it. i'm happy with the way it is, but another level wouldn't bother me
WCGuy: Oh, another password to remember....another waste of brain cells, which are limited already
Dave: nah don't do that, I might decide to change, although it's doubtful
Erogenous Bosh: Register Now!!LY
Bunnyboy: (munchkin voice) Patent Protected!
Ken: last time i registered, i got drafted
||||||||| loopholo waltzes in at 10:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: you don't NEED to do it, you can just add a password to reserve a particular name
Erogenous Bosh: New! Shoe baggies...Patent Protectors
Bunnyboy: So, how's laugh.com gonna fit the diorama into the CD reissue of HOW TIME FLYS?
loopholo: Does anybody want this doorknocker?
Ken: i can't imagine anyone wanting to pretend to be me. hell, i don't even want to be me sometimes
Erogenous Bosh: Squash it, Bun?
Ken: hey loopie
Merlyn: hey, has kwg gotten kicked off?
Leftenant Yamamoto: No
loopholo: Maybe they should put the diorama in a mobius strip
Erogenous Bosh: He's fading Merl:
Merlyn: why are there two kwds?
Ken: use moebius duct tape, it's sticky on both sides
HeathenAngel: Aha, it is no longer a secret®
WCGuy: Just a quick stop by for me, kids. Everyone got their ALL THINGS FIRESIGN CD? (Unabashed promotion)
Erogenous Bosh: Perhaps Klok is busy messing with his provider
Merlyn: I got it
Leftenant Yamamoto: He's havuing a deja vu
Ken: john: is any promotion ever abashed?
Bunnyboy: There's a fun, crisp, clean site - www.dvdjournal.com - that has great, straightforward release schedules, a "DVD MIA" list, and a truly staggering list of out-of-print collectables.
HeathenAngel: is that what is considered a plug?
klokwkdog: trying to get rid of that one
Erogenous Bosh: Merl: He was having problems with his provider
Leftenant Yamamoto: Many plugs, amny holes
C. Simril: hey bunny, you heard any of doc's latest red shift?
Merlyn: Can you plug tobacco on TV or not TV?
Bunnyboy: Didja all know that THE HISTORY OF BEAVIS AND BUTTHEAD is receiving auction bids in excess of $345?
WCGuy: A plug is a plug is a rose. (Shakespeare)
Erogenous Bosh: More holes than plugs unfortunatelyy
Leftenant Yamamoto: Cat when will red shift be out so I can promise to buy it?
Ken: bun: glad i'm not in that auction
HeathenAngel: well they say you can't, but I am pretty sure I have seen them advertise it before
C. Simril: contgest deadline is tuesday so it better be out by then
WCGuy: Now we know how may plugs it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
Bunnyboy: cat: I think I heard the first 3/5ths.
C. Simril: much foolishness for april fools' day
Ken: is that an ac or a dc plug?
Leftenant Yamamoto: BB, just shows you the state of our cuklter, I can get a good fifth of Beethoven for 2 bucks
C. Simril: mer about the firesign not doing an april fool's show for npr
C. Simril: but maybe it's just too obvious
loopholo: Perhaps they could ship Time Flies in a http://www.kleinbottle.com/
WCGuy: Go on C...ask
Bunnyboy: Or maybe they're just fading us outta position...
Ken: cat: atc/npr always does a piece on apr.fools that is great
||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: they're at the mercy of ATC scheduling them whenever
C. Simril: by el
WCGuy: Ahem....if I may...
Bunnyboy: WHO FRAMED ROGER RABBIT? came out in a 2 disc set this week, and it's wunnerful.
Leftenant Yamamoto: She comes she goes
C. Simril: or april
Ken: you may
Bunnyboy: June, call the police.
Erogenous Bosh: March!
Leftenant Yamamoto: Marsch!
Ken: left, right, left, right.......
Erogenous Bosh: Well WC?
C. Simril: and jerry mathers as the Beaver
Bunnyboy: No, you're advancing the wrong way! Render unto Caesers what are Caesers!
Erogenous Bosh: And George Bush as the butthead
HeathenAngel: Whoa just had a Marine Corps flashback there for a minute
Ken: caesar salad
Leftenant Yamamoto: Little Caesars?
WCGuy: For the last 10 years or so, ATC has always done a fake news story on April 1. (My favorite was the Nixon running for re-election in 1993 (or thereabouts).
Bunnyboy: Burt Ward is back...and he's bigger than the Beav!
Erogenous Bosh: WC: If you think we're all gonna stop....heh=)))))))))
Dave: tell the blind guy to put his flashlight out
HeathenAngel: good bread sticks they have
WCGuy: ATC thought that FST on that day would get lost.
WCGuy: So, the alternative idea was EARTH DAY.
C. Simril: you were a marine, heathen?
klokwkdog: oderint, dum metuant!
Leftenant Yamamoto: Not if they put their Badfinger on theior place in the script
Ken: heathen marines are the best type
Erogenous Bosh: Cat: There are no heathens in the trenches
Bunnyboy: Didja all catch the Resident gettin' snippy today, when asked how long the war was gonna last?
HeathenAngel: yeah I was
Leftenant Yamamoto: Or atheists in foxholes
HeathenAngel: what can I say I was young at the time
Ken: "until it's over!"
Erogenous Bosh: WC: Thanks for info =)
Bunnyboy: "As long as it takes! THAT'S the answer to your question!"
C. Simril: there was a conversation here a few weeks ago between austin, of the army, and lili, of the air force
Leftenant Yamamoto: We got allies! Gobs of em!
Merlyn: "are we there yet?" "are we there yet?" "are we there yet?"
klokwkdog: i always liked "Cultural Jet Lag" cartoon, "They saved Nixon's Brain!"
Bunnyboy: Ken: Yer rite.
HeathenAngel: ten minutes
Ken: some op/ed writer called him the xanax cowboy. obviously he skipped the pill this morning
loopholo: it's all atheists in foxholes...
C. Simril: just listening to the nixon character on Red Shift
klokwkdog: last sunday, PM of NZ was on the morning program, shot down the whole thing in 3 minutes
WCGuy: ....and trust me, folk. NPR is catching plenty of flack for airing FST already. They are on for Earth Day (April 22, I think), but one never knows. ATC didn't commit to the St. Pat's Day piece until about noon on that day.
Dave: anyone hear that python pice where they say, "Nixon's had an asshole transplant, but, one problem, the assholes rejected him!"
klokwkdog: i think she could even rip blair a new one...
Leftenant Yamamoto: They had to spin a lot this morning to avoid saying he was an embarrrasment comparied to which twin has the toni Blair witch hunt
Dave: sorry you mentioned Nixon and I thought of it
Ken: dave: hadn't heard that, but it's true
C. Simril: really, wc. oh, that's who you are
Merlyn: I thought people liked the NPR bits; some wankers complaining?
Leftenant Yamamoto: god, I miss nixon
Leftenant Yamamoto: He kept all the crimes at home where they belong
Ken: brian: free speech is great unless you disagree with what they are saying
WCGuy: Merl, you should see the emails!
C. Simril: miss, as in your rifle isn't sited correctly?
Erogenous Bosh: WC: critical are they?
loopholo: I attended an exorcism of the Nixon birthplace and library in 1993...
klokwkdog: Merl - you saw what went on with the Dixie Chicks? It's my way or the highway time!
WCGuy: God misses Nixon too. Even though Nixon thought he was...oh well
HeathenAngel: I didn't like the Dixie Chicks, once upon a time
Ken: loop: did it work?
loopholo: Timothy leary and some feathered dancers presided at a big ILM/SGI bash
Bunnyboy: I gotta go feed the family. Henry, muh dog, just ate a spider. Yike!
WCGuy: There emails (at least the ones I see) tend to run 3-to-1 AGAINST the FST after their piece air.
C. Simril: just read michael moore's op ed in the la times today
Erogenous Bosh: I loved the Dixie Cups...Size 36 DDD
klokwkdog: i half expect to find a loyalty oath at the end of the next job application
Merlyn: nite bb
loopholo: They'd just planted Pat, and Tricky D joined her within months...
C. Simril: which has the line, anyone opposed by the dixie chicks and the pope wont' win reelecttion
klokwkdog: is it worthwhile, Cat?
HeathenAngel: so long bunnyboy
Dave: I'll still be a fan of the Dixie Chicks no matter what happens
Leftenant Yamamoto: nite bb
Erogenous Bosh: Loop: Slow acting poison
WCGuy: Gotta sail kids. One more plug....
C. Simril: i know nothing of country music providers and far too much of the pope, just at his house a few weeks ago
Ken: wow, john, i would not have thought that ratio possible
HeathenAngel: what a great speech that was
||||||||| "10:48 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then runs out through the Freedom doors and down through the garden.
C. Simril: by wc
Erogenous Bosh: Plug me WCGuy
HeathenAngel: see ya WC
Leftenant Yamamoto: ewwww
WCGuy: When NPR stations decide it is OK to fundraise, listen to your local station for some new stuff from the boys.
Leftenant Yamamoto: Aha
Leftenant Yamamoto: Bribery
Leftenant Yamamoto: of a sort
HeathenAngel: is that one of those secret messages?
loopholo: MM quoted Bill Maher just before his Oscar acceptance rant...
Leftenant Yamamoto: Extortion rather
Erogenous Bosh: Hey WC: If they can raise moeny for them, they'll get to stay
HeathenAngel: quoted Maher?
WCGuy: And there may be another announcement in about three months. (tease, tease)
HeathenAngel: quoted Maher?
klokwkdog: this is an awful time to fundraise; I wonder what they're going to do?
Merlyn: hokay rice
Erogenous Bosh: Mahler?
loopholo: "How much do you have to suck to lose a popularity contest with Saddam Hussein?"
WCGuy: be good bri.
Leftenant Yamamoto: Deficit Spending it's all the rage
Ken: we'll be waiting
klokwkdog: everyone is listening to Rush Limbaugh lest the secret police mark them as terrorists
Erogenous Bosh: Night JR
HeathenAngel: I just ask, because I kinda worship maher
klokwkdog: it's beginning to sound like we're one step away from emulating North Korea
C. Simril: by rice-san
Ken: ah, let's all praise the beloved leader
Erogenous Bosh: Hey Klok: I be Gellin'
Dave: back to the war and politics, eh?
klokwkdog: you know, there are no more radios allowed; there is just a loudspeaker with the words of the Great Leader and you can't turn it off
Leftenant Yamamoto: N Korea still tackier, but not by much
Erogenous Bosh: Klok: 1984 =)))))))))))
klokwkdog: wait a minute; that's all our broadcasters now, to a first approximation...
Leftenant Yamamoto: Orwell got his sums wrong
Erogenous Bosh: But his planets were in order
loopholo: 1984 written in 1948
klokwkdog: nah, EB; it's like Saddam, who did Stalin one better -- they have improved on Orwell...
Erogenous Bosh: Such news upsets The Department of Homefiled Insurety
Leftenant Yamamoto: The Ministry of Peace?
Dave: I have 1984 on a bookshelf downstairs, all 3 volumes of it, haven't read it yet, it's just taking up space
Dave: braille's bigger than print ya see
Leftenant Yamamoto: You need to.
loopholo: You notice info-mation ain't gwine be free no mo;
Erogenous Bosh: It is likely that pre-emptive discipline may be required
HeathenAngel: I really should read it
loopholo: it's gwine be expensive!
Leftenant Yamamoto: It'll scare the piss out of you given recent events
klokwkdog: i'm just about thru all of Dubliners now, except for "The Dead", and I know the ending of that
Erogenous Bosh: LY: Sadly true...actually recent years....actually since about 1960
klokwkdog: not a big book, but it's a real handful of cassettes!
Leftenant Yamamoto: I read a book about abolitionisim called "The Black Hearts of Men" recently. Good read
Erogenous Bosh: Published by White people?
Leftenant Yamamoto: Yes
klokwkdog: didn't know much about it until I read Other Powers, L.Y.
C. Simril: i read michael moore's first book along with gore vidals most recent
Erogenous Bosh: Strunk & White
C. Simril: almost the same book
Leftenant Yamamoto: which?
C. Simril: omit needless words. omit needless words. omit needless words
klokwkdog: all sorts of feminism and abolitionism and spiritualism and sufferagism and Comstockism and hanky-panky going on rite after the Civil War
Leftenant Yamamoto: Newspeak!
Erogenous Bosh: Use 'em or lose 'em
C. Simril: sounds innerestting, klok
loopholo: eschew surplusage
Erogenous Bosh: Here Boy! Hold my Carpetbag
Leftenant Yamamoto: yes
Leftenant Yamamoto: I need to see if I can find that
klokwkdog: Victoria Woodhull. Ran for President against Grant in 1872. Frederick Douglas on the VP ticket
Dave: I'm gonna read Wuthering Heights soon
Erogenous Bosh: Her daughter Victoria Fiberglasshull is reported as entering the World Cup races
C. Simril: reminds me of recent grant biopic on pbs and little big man 2, fairly recent novel
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WCGuy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Ken - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dave: then "the importance of being earnest"
C. Simril: there are tons of great books to read, dave. that isnt necesssarily one of them
klokwkdog: women could not vote, but she discovered there was no reason one could not run for President
Erogenous Bosh: Those cagy ladies
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Erogenous Bosh: cadgy
klokwkdog: it has literary significance, Cat
Merlyn: hey, J-Men forever has 7 reviews on amazon.com, all of them 5 stars out of 5
Dave: I want to read Wuthering Heights though, I loved Jane Eyre
C. Simril: some one has to
C. Simril: good news, merl
C. Simril: there is definitely a need for it now
Erogenous Bosh: Dave: Just feel free to read....widely and continually
klokwkdog: one needs a foundation on which to build
loopholo: I'd better write my J-men review. I sent part of mine to a.c.f-t with a link to my blog
Dave: yep that's my plan
Erogenous Bosh: Klok: Tell 'em about the siding
C. Simril: you? have a blog?
||||||||| Around 11:02 PM, Leftenant Yamamoto walks off into the sunset...
Erogenous Bosh: Taps to you Leftenant
C. Simril: by left
C. Simril: sell right
loopholo: It's just a place holder from which to make snarky remarks on my friend's blogs
HeathenAngel: well it was great to meet you all see you again real soon
Dave: now that stones line comes in to play
Merlyn: ok ha
Erogenous Bosh goes afk for a few
C. Simril: you have giant rat, dave?
Dave: yes I do
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:06 PM and doctec steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
C. Simril: the album or the cd? i just got cd last week
C. Simril: hey, it's The Doc
Dave: hey Doc
C. Simril: nice of you to come by, heathen
doctec: hi guys -koff hack-
C. Simril: wish i could smart bomb you with some vitamin C, doc
doctec: i am sick ...
doctec: and i am on the phone w/lili, hang on...
Dave: the bomb might go in to my house, you never know Cat
C. Simril: lili must missed a fellow military person to hang out with
Dave: why'd you want to know about GR cat?
C. Simril: i referred to her and austin's combination, but heathen marine just left
C. Simril: your comments sound like it's new to you, dave
klokwkdog: clank. mozilla crashed! ah, DT arrives. welcome or whatever
Dave: yeah it is
Dave: haven't listened to all of it really
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Erogenous Bosh - dead from measles
||||||||| HeathenAngel - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: jsut finished RedShift on headphones, doc
Dave: can I have a copy of that when it's done?
klokwkdog: I have been listening to some tapes called "the great courses" that feature some pretty solid profs. the library here has some of 'em
doctec: i've listened to it twice while convalescing today, i am really proud of it
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong in through the front door at 11:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
C. Simril: our new large dog, just back from vet, stumbling about the small apt.
C. Simril: you should be, doc
doctec: it's a great script
klokwkdog: is that like Lawrence Welk on acid?
doctec: and i think the production does a good job of getting that across
Merlyn: dex, did you get kicked off?
C. Simril: you should be, doc
klokwkdog: you should have asked the vet to resize it! they have a special key combination that does it, cat
C. Simril: is dex gone or just ejected?
Merlyn: your last IP digit changed, that's all
doctec: cat: i see dex was on earlier, did he get you his real name?
Dexter Fong: Merl: Don't know if you're still here but the msge was "The connection was refused when attempting to contact www.fire.....etc There was no ID on the msge such as coming from Netscape
klokwkdog: how does one go away anyhow? kwd-redux is still there, but i cast that off longago
C. Simril: no, dog's baby teeth not giving way appropriately for new teeth. in need of surgery, private parts reporting for non duty as well
C. Simril: oh dex, you[re back
C. Simril: dex, here's Doc. re, your name, et al
Dexter Fong: Dos: List me as Dexter Fong if you please. Trying to manitain my amateur staus
klokwkdog: i hate that message, Dex, like ex-wife sending back the birthday card
Merlyn: dex, maybe your IP turned into the IP of an address that is blocked due to spamming
C. Simril: well, if you hate someone, you usually have a good reason to
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 11:15 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Phil Austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dexter Fong: As I said before Merl: I appreciate your efforts but nobady else has this problem...it's my provider i'm sure
Dexter Fong: Hey PA
klokwkdog: oh, I dunno. I try to pick someone each week...
Phil Austin: evening, all.
Dexter Fong: All right!
Merlyn: hey, phil
Dave: hey! it's the Philster! hello Phil
doctec: evenin' to y'all as well
klokwkdog: just some annoying bozo on TV or radio and then direct all my frustrated thoughts at them
Merlyn: dex: was it the same message you've been seeing before?
doctec: i just finished red shift production last night, cat has reviewed & approved it
Dexter Fong: Merl: Yes
C. Simril: hey phil
Phil Austin: doc: congratulatioons
Merlyn: hey doc, do you know if we can get a list of blocked IP addresses on ifip.com?
C. Simril: phil, you'll be happy to here we just got a dog this week. it's large and clumsy and white, just like me. what's not to like?
doctec: thanks phil - you'll be getting your very own simulfax copy in the mail soon (i will have the cd jewel case graphics & packaging done by this weekend)
Phil Austin: name of large clumsy white dog?
Dexter Fong: Merl: Cable connetction is in the not too distant future...since I'm the only one has this problem don't go to a lot of trouble please
doctec: m: don't know about the blocked ip address file, byron would though
doctec: have you emailed him about it?
Merlyn: doc: not lately
Merlyn: dex: it's a general problem, other people might have it
klokwkdog: PA - was wondering earlier: where did the "coal mine" bit in "Dear Friends" come from? The 1927 Chevrolet engine and such?
Dexter Fong: Merl: Ok =))
C. Simril: Her previous owner, one of Fumiyo's customers at the laundromat, called him Buddy. 7 monthes old, german shepardgolden retriever/albino. just back from the vet.
Phil Austin: klok: I wouldn't remember that. I haven't listened to any of that stuff in maybe twenty years.
C. Simril: i think of him as Antimony, as in The Anti-Mami (small, dextrous) but we'll see
Dexter Fong: PA: You should listen...it's quite good =)
doctec: albino german shephard golden retriever? i love it!
C. Simril: it sounded a lot like Zola's novel Germinal
Dexter Fong ponders "Small, dexterous" remark
doctec: calling him auntie for short?
klokwkdog: Dex: talk about coals to newcastle...the moving hand having writ...
C. Simril: yeah, well, youl'll have to when you and Lili vist again. the dog is now a large portion of the apartment
Dexter Fong: the dice having been rolled, Klok?
doctec: how large a portion?
klokwkdog: ah, your earlier reference becomes clearer now (Cat assumes too much of my literary caliber ;-))
Dexter Fong: Klok: If you were "literary", you;d spell it "calibre"
C. Simril: when he lies down in the kitchen, we have only half a kitchen
Phil Austin: dex: thanks. I know I should. We often brought in stacks of books to the studio for those shows and the coal mining stuff might have been from anywhere and anyone's stack. Not mine, though.
doctec: that's a large portion alright
klokwkdog: I don't know about the dice, Dex, you were the one just in Lathe Vargas. But we done got our gyros tumbled but good here...
Merlyn: John Rice was here earlier, alluding to new Firesign stuff as NPR pledge goodies; any advance info?
Dexter Fong: PA: I mentioned earlier that I thought it was just some stuff brought in for a "cold" reading
Phil Austin: merl: there's added content on the pledge cd version of All things Firesign, some older stuff, a remix
Dexter Fong: Finally, that quad mix I've been waiting for
klokwkdog: with the Pledge of Allegiance and a loyalty oath to sign?
doctec: i especially enjoyed those stream-of-altered-consciousness riffs you guys would go on from time to time - not trying to get laughs as such, just presenting engaging, unpredictable juxtapositions pieces of information and observations - tres cool
C. Simril: i would love to hear that
Dexter Fong: Pledge of Loyalty, Klok
loopholo: I was watching all the B&W footage on Weirdly Cool that showed up in the BBo'Plays. Whose project was that?
klokwkdog: yeah, but although tempted, I usually hold out until near the end
klokwkdog: when they get really hungry and offer things like Hyundai station wagons, etc. as premiums
C. Simril: my parents got one of those quad 8-track things long ago. i got the 2nd steely dan album for it, which sounded odd, but nothing like Bozos i'm sure
Dexter Fong: Cat: I understand that Bozo's was a Skunk works project
klokwkdog: I think WGBH has like a 40-storey office building in Boston or something
Dexter Fong: Opps Loop
C. Simril: like ufos? i thought they were in Everybody's eggs
Dexter Fong: No Cat
Phil Austin: loop: I've never really watched Weirdly cool. What is the nature of the B/W footage?
klokwkdog: the question was whether to route the new road around it or run the Big Dig under it
Dexter Fong: 16mm Phil
doctec: the b/w footahge on the weirdly cool cd seems to be silent 16mm stuff from the dwarf era
loopholo: A lot of the images were familiar from the Big Book of Plays...
Phil Austin: is it in studio?
Dexter Fong: Dwarf era = Everybody smaller
loopholo: Some cats, some dogs, some studio,
Merlyn: Saddam has secret UFO technology - here's proof: http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/0,2106,2346716a4560,00.html
C. Simril: a project went out under your name you never watfched, phil?
Phil Austin: I'll have to actually look at the damn thing. It was such a war getting the show made and I hated the TV so much, I haven't been able to look at it.
loopholo: Played against the rehearsal of Hellos and Goodbyes
doctec: some of it is in studio - there's a shot of you & (i think) proctor fiddling with a giant moog synthesizer
klokwkdog: i got my first look at a Jack Poet ad, never having endured the left coast at the time
C. Simril: its somebody's house who has dogs and cats. could be yours, could be anyone's, if they're making a firesign album
Phil Austin: then it's super 8, shot by whoever isn't on camera
klokwkdog: enjoyed the heck out of that, thanks much
Dexter Fong: Phil: WC was truly wonderful...you guys mad the audio/visual transition splendidly
doctec: there's also some footage from what appears to be the front porch of a house, and of you being interviewed (you were wearing a suit and sitting in front of a desk)
Phil Austin: klok: O
Phil Austin: klok: I've always loved the Jack Poet ads
loopholo: I was but a mere sprout behind the Orange Curtain at the time, following you guys around the dial.
klokwkdog: had no idea what they were; every ref. went (motion of hand whizzing over head)
C. Simril: i used to write ad's for my dad
Phil Austin: doc: yeah that's super 8 shot on the same day a tv crew was there for some local show and we were portraying newsmen
C. Simril: ford dealership in the late 50s and jack'
C. Simril: were A Lot Funnier
Dexter Fong: Cat: You're father made root beer?
klokwkdog: yep, they had dials then (now they are retro)
Phil Austin: cat: was yuor dad's shop in winnipeg or L a?
C. Simril: no, a tea totaller
C. Simril: he had dealerships in Regina, Yorkton and Van Nuys
Dexter Fong: Roots Beer....The Beer a rasta man drinks
C. Simril: in that order
C. Simril: 45-75
doctec: since the b/w footage is silent, the soundtrack accompanying it is of an open mike session in the studio of the four of you working out the hellos/goodbyes segment for gmiogmd
klokwkdog: soon - all of Nord America!
Phil Austin: I suppose you could call buddy "Ford". Orwell would approve.
loopholo: I and I never drink alone, mon.
Phil Austin: cat: what was the Van Nuys dealership called?
C. Simril: Our new dog?
Dexter Fong: Loop: 'course not mon...I and i are wid you
C. Simril: Ford, on Van Nuys Blvd for 40 years
doctec: "Our New Dog" - great name for a dealership!
Phil Austin: doc: got it. Are you really putting together a paysite for David that will link from our front page?
C. Simril: Wray Brothers, the original owners
loopholo: Now I'm gonna have to dig out my Dread Zeppelin CDs...
Dexter Fong: H'ray Joyce Brothers
klokwkdog: i'm sorry, it's just strange, like Raleigh, Durham and ... Guam dealership
Phil Austin: so it was Wray Bros. Ford in Van Nuys?
C. Simril: Joyce has a brother?
Merlyn: Phil, it would be a way to sell his Tirebiter series online
Dave: well friends, I be going, talk to you all next week
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm Faye...and I'm Ray of the Famous Original Wray Brothers
C. Simril: yep.
Merlyn: bye dave
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
Phil Austin: merl: so I understand. I just wondered if work had started and if you're getting paid for it.
Dave: "time out on the running boards, we're running through a world that lost its meaning" David Gray
doctec: nite dave
klokwkdog: I love their "Stairway to Heaven", loop; ROFL. Only one better uses the words to Gilligan's Island song on Stairway music
||||||||| "Hey Dave!" ... Dave turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
C. Simril: a competitor to ralph williams. that's why ralph spoilsport was so relavent to me at the time
Phil Austin: night, Dave
klokwkdog: nite dave
C. Simril: sleep well, dave
Merlyn: no real work on it yet; since I do the whole web site for $1, I figure pay is minimal
Dexter Fong: Hi! Friends. I'm Palph Spoisport and I'm as Relevant as ever
loopholo: Dave's not he- - oops, soz, wrong gag...
klokwkdog: wow, essentially fighting FST on two fronts, Cat! a hopeless task! ;-)
C. Simril: protor's ralph spoilport budhist auto is priceless on Red Shift
doctec: phil: i have yet to get the details regarding this project, only have a general understanding of the requirements. no $ has been discussed at this point (i suppose it will depend on sales ... ? ... if no money comes in, how can it go out? this most be related to fudd's law somehow)
klokwkdog: some senator from GA has intro'ed a bill to repeal Fudd, DT. So it may no longer be relevant, the way things going
C. Simril: fighting firesign? not this cat
Dexter Fong mutters "Wascaly Accountant"
loopholo: Fudd's Law? Better not push it or it'll fall over...
Phil Austin: doc: thanks for the info. I think if any of us make direct individual money off the site, it needs some discussion and david chose to move with you first and discuss with us second. I'll talk to him directly.
Dexter Fong: According to the latest Homefield Insurety bulletin, Fudd's law is to be known as Scud's law
klokwkdog: "UN weasels!", he mutters back
Phil Austin: cat: did Wray Bros. advertise on tv?
doctec: oh dear, i hope we haven't opened a pandora's can of worms with this...
C. Simril: i wrote ads for it, long ago
Dexter Fong screams "UN weasels ripped my Homefield
C. Simril: it sponsored george puttnam
Merlyn: Phil, when David first mentioned it to me in email, I suggested getting a FT consensus on individual part of the fst.com website
C. Simril: one of your funnier moments on hour hour was the puttnam parody
Phil Austin: Pandoras can of worms. At last, a money-making idea at last. Worms are so much better than flies.
loopholo: I loved that Flo and Eddie take on George Putnam in Billy the Mountain...
doctec: i seem to recall, in ozzie's only post to the fireblogger, his intention to open an tirebiter-centric mp3 area on fst.com
C. Simril: to the earth, yes. to the sky, they are....unwise?
doctec: details are sketchy though
Phil Austin: doc: no, he only mentions posting to the blog, as I remember.
klokwkdog: time flies, but worms only come out of the ground when it rains
C. Simril: you know who george puttnam is, loop? you from la?
C. Simril: i reccomended billy the mt to dave who wanted a zappa recomendation
Phil Austin: GEORGE PUTNAM IS GOD. STILL. TO THIS DAY
Merlyn: it might be a good pilot program of sorts, to see if people respond to it or not.
C. Simril: stil alive? how depressing
Dexter Fong: And a Capital god was he
klokwkdog: well, that sounds definitive...
Dexter Fong: Capital god = GWB?
Merlyn: For that matter, should the front page be revamped? I still think it's hard to find stuff, and I put everything there!
klokwkdog: wasn't he married to Amelia Earheart?
C. Simril: doss, man?
klokwkdog: Only when he isn't at Camp David, Dex
Dexter Fong: Klok: No, Werner Erhardt
Phil Austin: merl: I understand what you're saying and I hold you and Tom innocent of all imaginary charges. Why wouldn't David clear it with us first? This question is unanswered. It's not as if he's setting
klokwkdog: i couldnt find the vamp the first time
Phil Austin: up a download service to benefit us all equally, you have to admit.
Dexter Fong: Vamps oonly come out at night, Buffy
klokwkdog: Werner Erhardt est god? Not Clapton?
Merlyn: it would be easy to work for anyone's stuff, of course
klokwkdog: been download so long?
doctec: all four one?
Dexter Fong: Werner "Moderato hand" Erhardt? Ja!
C. Simril: est nect correktite
klokwkdog: (from "The Dialup Blues", I think)
doctec: nicht! NICHT!
Phil Austin: Cat: what were the ads like that you wrote? Comedy, or straight value? o
klokwkdog: in 30 mins. on the right coast, DT, it will be Tag! Tag!
Dexter Fong: Nicht has fallen and only the soft glow of the Orange cliffs of Dover remain
C. Simril: well, they were as far as i could get away with, like your jack poet ads, only a decade before
doctec: m: if you're thinking of reworking the front page ley's talk, i have some ideas
klokwkdog: oh yeah, the Hayes Act and all that, I forgot what LA was like then
Phil Austin: fascinating. Used cars ads are always deep.
doctec: let's talk, not ley's talk
Dexter Fong: stick it up the flag pole Doc, let's see if they float
C. Simril: no, new cars
klokwkdog: that was Oscar Werner, DT, not Erhardt, I think
Dexter Fong: No new cars!
doctec: let's roll this ball up the flagpole and see if it floats
Merlyn: By the way, Phil, the Firezine stuff has been removed from fst.com if you didn't know. I don't know if some things are/aren't firezine, like "tales of the old detective"
Dexter Fong: Klok: That limp pallid Germanic excuse?
Phil Austin: New? omigod, a whole new concept in LATV advertising.
klokwkdog: I think they totally transcend personals, PA
Merlyn: OK doc; for that matter, we still have all the "old" front pages on the site, so we could have links to the old front pages, too
doctec: "the same old thing a new way"
loopholo: That Esthole? Wasn't he the guy from Munchkin Heights who drove the Schniftermobile?
C. Simril: the ford falcon. when the first peanuts ads appeared for them, i wrote one of the tunes
doctec: fahrenheit, take 450...
Phil Austin: merl: I was notified, again after the fact, that David had so ordered. Tom and I had discussed this several months ago and - like Proctor - wanted to
C. Simril: thnis is when eisonhower was president. it makes me feel even older
Dexter Fong: Loop: He was driven in the Schniftermobile, Ja
klokwkdog: have mercy, Dex, I just for the first time watched Jules et Jim and have a somewhat better opinion than before
Phil Austin: ve Fred an opportunity to at least sell his existing stock.
C. Simril: wow. if you like jules and gym, you'l love my parody of it in Red Shift. or maybe not
klokwkdog: except about the problems of using tall actors (Cat take note)
Phil Austin: Proctor then gave him new product - without telling anyone - and so this discussion is rightly between Phil and David and
Phil Austin: I'm trying to make that happen.
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: ah, the wonders of firesonian politics
Dexter Fong: Tonight on the Homefield Shopping network: Jewels in the Gym
C. Simril: i have to take notes? where do i take them?
Merlyn: ok, I didn't know all of that. Hard to coordinate the orders of four generals...
klokwkdog: I think I saw it 'way too late; it ain't Citizen Kane and its relevance, like The Graduate is stuck in its time period (never saw that one either)
Phil Austin: politics are us.
doctec: lessee, who ordered the custard pie?
Dexter Fong: "Don't pump Iron ladies...pump this: a beatiful Tanzanite "Sparkle Plenty" Wristlet"
klokwkdog: no, Cat, you take names! ist nicht korrectheit!
C. Simril: i gotta practice my pie jokes for next play, set in vaudeville
klokwkdog: oops, forgot, Cat -- you're not one of us
klokwkdog: you can take whatever you want up there
Dexter Fong: Cat: You can wear those "Phat" baggy pants too
doctec: vauda villa?
C. Simril: well my viennese grandma stopped speaking german to me in 1958 when she stopped breathing and i've never learned a word of the language since then
klokwkdog: but have you forgotten any?
Dexter Fong: Auf Wiedersehen
C. Simril: to pharmaphrase groucho, any "us" that would want me is not one i would belong to
loopholo: One of us? You guys aren't going to start chanting "Gabba Gabba" are you?
Merlyn: the average silent comedy had 3.14159 custard pies
Dexter Fong: Grouchou was into drugs, Cat?
doctec: klok you beat me to it!
Dexter Fong: Merl: Anyway you slice it, that's good comedy
klokwkdog: just a bunch of us aging freaks doing impressions of The Player
C. Simril: he took acid with paul krassner. that' s more than i've ever done, though i'm in paul's acid book
doctec: traffic was a bitch
Merlyn: hey, chapter 4 of ed woodpecker! I'll send out an announcement
Dexter Fong: Klok; 'yo, Dis be my corner
doctec: too bad it's printed on acid-free paper
klokwkdog: yeah, but i didn't get the punctuation right - what if it was a PERL script running one of our precision special effects for the Baghdad follies?
C. Simril: phil, you said you mentioned my acid tale in one of the satelite shows but i never got it from merl. did it occur, or was it just hallucinated?
Merlyn: doc, here's how to get blockIP addresses "ya if you do a netstat -rn all the ips the flag set to !H"
Phil Austin: Merly: Oh, thanks. By the way, I stupidly don't see how I change anythingh but the motogram or the headline
loopholo: PERL has resigned today.
doctec: blame the programmer for not making it more obvious
Merlyn: that's about all we've set up to change right now, the rest is done by hand (by me)
klokwkdog: no, no, you're confused! The other PERL!
doctec: PERL has resigned? what do you mean? (Larry Wall?)
Merlyn: but you can send out a message to the mailing list
Dexter Fong: Perl knitted here brows and said"I cant see anymore"
Phil Austin: cat: yeah, I think I did mention it.
loopholo: Richard Perle stepped down from chair
klokwkdog: what is the sound of one hand changing?
doctec: dex: wow, knitting jokes - not bad!
loopholo: ng the committee advising the howl of the wolfowitz movie.
doctec: oh, that Perle
klokwkdog: is Wall off on another one of those cruises again?
Dexter Fong: Doc: Surely you do give me too? much credit =)
Phil Austin: merl: I haven't noticed anyway to send out message, but maybe it's in the general directions, which I haven't looked at in ages.
klokwkdog: Hopefully, Larry Ellison didn't rope him into the Sydney->Hobart race via some ruse...
doctec: I spoke with General Directions, he told me to "take a hike" - so i did
Dexter Fong: afk for a couple
loopholo: Anybody remember General Wastenomoreland?
doctec: looper: yep
C. Simril: is roller maidens coming out momentarily?
klokwkdog: didn't he transition recently?
doctec: or monetarily?
loopholo: I think I saw him waving at people on Highland in the nineties, same red plastic jets on his epaulets.
Phil Austin: cat: as far as I know, yes.
doctec: can't wait to hear it in glorious digital clarity and fidelity
C. Simril: good news
doctec: i've managed to keep my rmos album in near-pristine condition
doctec: even so, vinyl runble/click/pops still annoy
C. Simril: mine is badly warped. too many trips back and forth accross the Big Ditcch
loopholo: Any multichannel releases, PA? DO says you were in charge of swirling the mixes around in quad.
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
doctec: ditch the ditch
doctec: it's midnight at 11:48 here on the least coast
Phil Austin: There's a DVD-A 5:1 mix of BoomdotBust available from Rhino. It'
Phil Austin: It's probably a bit better than the bozos fourchannel. Yes, I did them.
loopholo: I may someday get a DVD-A player, though the DD5.1 is fun on my system.
loopholo: Which albums got the 4 channel system?
Phil Austin: hopefully they'll get some universal chip going
klokwkdog: the needle on my DVD player is broken...
doctec: call me a luddite, i'm still living in a binaural world
Phil Austin: loop: only bozos and BDB
Dexter Fong: Universal Chip = Good in any Casino
loopholo: I notice the Audigy sound cards are decoding DVD-A
Phil Austin: loop: that's good news. Are they expensive?
loopholo: 100, 150 bucks?
doctec: Creative Labs has come a long way since the Soundblaster16
klokwkdog: you luddite, you DT
Dexter Fong: Yes Friends, nothing slows consumer purchase like a good formatt war
klokwkdog: liv-ing...in a bin-aural world...
doctec: klok: I also still use Netscape 4.7's mail client too
loopholo: Firesign did first work in more formats than anybody
doctec: i finally switched to Opera for browsing though
Phil Austin: loop: one of the odd ones is that we were theoretically the first comedy album ever on CD
Dexter Fong: I always found Opera drowsing
loopholo: I found my first page barred me for using exploder.
klokwkdog: ha! there i've got you - just put up Nutscape 7.02 other day. Nutscape, Opera - the tabbed browsing experience is super. i cannot live now without optical wheely mice and tabbed web browsers!
doctec: The 3 Faces of Al?
loopholo: My spousal unit worked for Stan Cornyn for a bit, long enough to ask him about EOBE
loopholo: He was proud of producing that.
Phil Austin: doc: I think 3 faces, yes
Phil Austin: loop: what did he/she do for Stan?
doctec: I am a beta tester for Reason 2.5, it's an amazing music production system - the high quality of some of the music and sound effects processing in Red Shift can be credited to Reason
loopholo: multimedia when he was heading Mediavision.
klokwkdog: bot my 3 faces much later than that, had no idee it was pioneer (the vendor must've removed the arrows)
Dexter Fong: ...and put up a shopping center
doctec: at ground zero
Dexter Fong: Somebody put a Ground Zero in Mickey
klokwkdog: ah, those old Joni Mitchwell songs!
Dexter Fong: And Joni Mitchell too
Dexter Fong: or was it Johnny Mitchel
klokwkdog: i listened to that, but it's the originals that move me
loopholo: Some vendor of Brooms for the Insane swept off with the only copy of Faces I could ever find.
Phil Austin: loop: ahhh, Stan cornyn stories. The great leader.
Dexter Fong Something it the way he/she moves
loopholo: Wasn't he the one complained about by the Dead?
klokwkdog: slouching towards WB Yeats?
Dexter Fong: Now, now Lads! stand up straight
loopholo: help me up
doctec: well guys, i have to call it quits - convalescing from bronchial flu, an running out of steam, have to go inhale some from vaporizer upstairs (reliable therapy for this kind of thing)
klokwkdog: they're pretty mellow in that regard, aren't they?
Dexter Fong: I can get you higher Loop
Phil Austin: loop: never heard that. And never heard them mentioned by him.
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
loopholo: feel better more sooner faster, DT
doctec: Y'all keep the conversation going, with any luck I'll be in better shape this time next week
klokwkdog: good evening DT; I must too fade in moments
Phil Austin: doc: so sorry to hear about flu. take care of self. vaporize.
doctec: thanks phil & everyone
||||||||| Outside, the 12:12 AM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Lili Lamont coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Go...od...B...ye...K...lo...k
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz koff hhhhhhhack - zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........
C. Simril: thank you infinitely, doc
Merlyn: bye doc
||||||||| doctec runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctec?! It's 12:13 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
klokwkdog: attracted by the dulcet words of PA like cars to overlit gas stations
Dexter Fong: Hi Lili
Lili Lamont: Good night doc
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'mrmuckle', just granted probation at 12:13 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
C. Simril: hey lili
C. Simril: a marine was here earlier, i told her about you and phil
Lili Lamont: Hi, guys. Obviously, my timing was poor.
Dexter Fong: Like Mothra to a sequel
klokwkdog: stayed far too long. Hi lili, nite everyone; I'm off 2
C. Simril: it would have been a trip to have you, phil and ms marine on at the same time
klokwkdog: send in the clowns?
Lili Lamont: Did I miss anything exciting? Any subversive plans to overthrow the ersatz government?
||||||||| "Hey klokwkdog!" ... klokwkdog turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:14 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Criwns, Klok
C. Simril: how was the pool tourny, lili?
Dexter Fong: Crown phhht
loopholo: SC blushed and 'aw shucks'ed and said, yeah, I helped keep those guys alive for a while" is about the only SC story I have...
Lili Lamont: I didn't go, Cat. Doc went with a friend and gpot shut out of the first competition. Actually, I needed to be home. I've been having massive work done on my house.
Phil Austin: loop: certainly sound like the Great Man speaking. And certainly the kind of attitude that would make no friends in Deadland.
C. Simril: ow is the work search?
Dexter Fong: Lili: How big is that bathroom now? 1600 sq. ft.?
Phil Austin: Hi, Lil
Lili Lamont: Hi, Phil. It's nice to see you online again.
C. Simril: i/m not interested in watching oscars unless i'm nominated, but did see mcuh news about michale moore on the news.
C. Simril: read his op ed piece in today['s LA times. i thought it was superb
loopholo: He had much multimedia to invent.
Lili Lamont: No, Dex, but I;ve got the coolest tub enclosure I've ever seen. It looks like something out of the pyramids without the hyroglyphics.
Dexter Fong: Hydroglyphics, Lili?
loopholo: That sound like it should keep the razors sharp, Mzz Lili...
C. Simril: Lili: here's my dream idea for the back cover of Red Shift CD. You are lining up a pool shot, doc is in background near table. you are about to shoot. the ball is the planet earth
C. Simril: over this we have credits, etc.
Lili Lamont: That I've got. And please excuse my typos. I'm cooking a very late dinner for myself, and of course, the chef must drink as she cooks.
Dexter Fong: If it was snooker, you could have 15 Red Balls, you should pardon the expression
Phil Austin: muckle are you there?
Lili Lamont: Cat: I love it! Should I wear something low cut, in view of the comment you made last summer about my rack?
mrmuckle: hi, Phil
C. Simril: doc dont sound too healthy, lili
C. Simril: as you like, lili
Lili Lamont: No, he sounds like Mr. Ed.
mrmuckle: I thimk, therefore I'm here...
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog-part-redux - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Phil Austin: muck: just wondering if you were around. all well?
Lili Lamont: Would it sell more?
Merlyn: it helped shakespeare
Dexter Fong: Does the Pope play in the Sand Box?
mrmuckle: things have been better (but they could be worse...)
Lili Lamont: A balcony by any other name....
Dexter Fong: ...would be Louise Wong
C. Simril: more an aesthetic contrast than comment, lili. if the montgolfier brothers had seen f';s tits, they would never have left the ground. more of it for ME
Dexter Fong: Cat: lol
mrmuckle: How's the city of Lost Angles?
Phil Austin: The original of Louise Wong was Arlene Wong, who was at Fresno High with me. She was achingly beautiful and probably still is.
C. Simril: yeah i thought so too, dex
C. Simril: no doubt, phil
Merlyn: By the way, when the oscars played a clip of "sunrise" for Janet Gaynor, it showed Margaret Livingston
Lili Lamont: Cat: I understood, and I appreciated it.
loopholo: Whatever happened to the Inch Long Nipples of Arlene Wong?
Dexter Fong: arlene Wong = Not Armenian
Phil Austin: loop: published briefly in only the west coast edition of al goldstein's paper. Odd, to say the least.
mrmuckle: they were sold for better butter batter
Lili Lamont: Inch long sounds just a bit deformed, or mutant anyway.
loopholo: I remember reading a copy of the story that Edgar Bullington had.
C. Simril: i had a secretary in my 2nd job in japan, only white teacher in the provincial capitol of a northern japanese province in 1971, who had tits larger than most japanese cars. boy, was she ever embarrassed. i always felt sorry for her
Phil Austin: dex: chineasean/fresnian
Phil Austin: loop: how do you know edgar?
Lili Lamont: Cat: From my experience in Tokyo, Japanese men can be pretty rude.
loopholo: EB was drinking the Bear Whiz Beer in EYKIW, pointing at the Bear.
Dexter Fong: PA: Thank you for that information. Homefield Insurety thanks *all* good citezens
Merlyn: I heard a good one a few days ago; Pat Buchanan lost an uncle in Auschwitz -- he fell out of a guard tower
loopholo: I met him in line for a P&B show at the Golden Bear in 1975.
Phil Austin: loop: were you in EYKIW? the movie?
Dexter Fong: Merl: lol
loopholo: I was his guest at the Director's Guild screening of EYKIW. Edgar was in the movie, I just saw it on film.
C. Simril: that would b e lol to me, if it werent so close to home
Phil Austin: loop: I get it, I see. Edgar is still around. Head Librarian in Glendale, I believe.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Van Couver is in Deautschland?
loopholo: He was in Leucadia, last I heard. Near Swami Beach.
C. Simril: no, la
Dexter Fong: Enola, Gay?
C. Simril: lsmft
Phil Austin: yeah, leucadia. I think Glen Banks keeps in touch with him. We hear from him every xmas with a wonderful tape of music.
loopholo: Psyops is looking for a million hardbound copies of Naked Lunch
Dexter Fong: Sold to Canadians
C. Simril: is glen banks the guy in long beach?
C. Simril: astonishing amout of canuck bashishing in your land these days
Dexter Fong: Really? We hadn't noticed...we just bash about everybody
loopholo: Cat, only the French Canucks.
Merlyn: we want french canadians renamed to "freedom canadians"
C. Simril: i thought firsign canuck jokes were obscure, but now many people here cant buy products from the states cuz our gov doesnt suport yorur gov. fuck the what>?
Merlyn: I think our new national motto will be "don't make us come over there!"
Dexter Fong: "stay at home and make cars"
loopholo: Blame Canada
Phil Austin: cat: yes Glen's in Long Beach. He has a local cable show and, I think, runs his dad's steel factory. A complete sweetheart, that's Glen.
C. Simril: never more true
C. Simril: dough
C. Simril: he sent me a vid of his interview with bergman. very entertaining.
Lili Lamont: Excuse me, gentlemen, while I take a break for a late night supper.
Dexter Fong: Night Lili
Merlyn: hey, we were getting nostalgic for NIXON at the start of this chat; shows you how bad things are.
loopholo: How very civliized, LL
Merlyn: nite lili
Lili Lamont: Oh, no, Dex. I'm not leaving. Just eating.
Phil Austin: Oh, in case anyone noticed. Sam Longoria sent a message to FST today that the Everett paper had misquoted him on his imaginary FST Western movie
Dexter Fong: Now we're nostalgic for Wallace
C. Simril: we had 4 canuck soldiers killed cuz their us pilots were on speed or not briefed properly or whatrever but we're not suposed to care, and now our products are boycotted cuz we wont send more canuck soliders to die in iraq under your firendly fire.
loopholo: I haven't seen Sam since I lived in LA.
C. Simril: what is wrong with this picture?
Dexter Fong: Okay Lili; Bon appetiveo, uh?
mrmuckle: Nixon was a fresh breeze compared to THIS stuff!
C. Simril: is it imaginery now, phil?
Phil Austin: cat: completely imaginary. He mentions nothing about the "working on FST records" remark.
loopholo: "production mascot"
C. Simril: bummer
Phil Austin: I suppposed being called a mascot qualifies as work.
C. Simril: fuck
Merlyn: Here's one of the two Longoria stories, I think they're identical: http://heraldnet.com/Stories/03/3/23/16695310.cfm?cityid=6
Dexter Fong: A wroking mascot is a healthy mascot. Put yours to work today
loopholo: I worked pretty hard with him on Simul Trek, co producer because I was the only one with a paying job at the time, and bought air time.
C. Simril: well, red shift has a mascot.
C. Simril: ew white dog.
C. Simril: buddy, the red shift mascot.
Dexter Fong: Buddy!
C. Simril: better than mastif, i suppose
Dexter Fong: You've come back!
C. Simril: bud has a special meaning to some residents of bc
Phil Austin: It's nice that Sam's happy , especially when he's in Wash. State with the beautiful missus.
C. Simril: you met her? we were at the wedding.
Dexter Fong: Cat: The one's with grow lamps?
Merlyn: longoria's oscar stories are really funny; he hasn't done one for last year because he's cautious about naming some of the people
C. Simril: just like you, phil
loopholo: A missus good as a hit.
Dexter Fong: A hit missus is a good missus
Phil Austin: God. Are we going to have to live with "Buddy?" (My tax accountant, Rocknroll Roy just lost an old dog he called "God")
loopholo: lysdexic pup?
Merlyn: we just lost our 14-year-old cat last week
C. Simril: fumiyo and my first cat was called 'human bieing": (sounds a lot better in japanese)
Dexter Fong: Condolensces Merl
C. Simril: my condolences, merl
Phil Austin: rocknroll roy, by the way, looks like a complete crazy person, rides a Harley, teaches at USC and writes occassional columns for biker magazines.
Dexter Fong: Good spelling cat =)
C. Simril: all loss is bad loss
Phil Austin: merl: got a new cat yet? RIP old cat.
Merlyn: we had two for a long time, we got my mom's cat because he was always underfoot
Phil Austin: the Canadian word for human being is: "Canadian"
C. Simril: phil, you kept telling us to get new dog, but it wasnt til fumiyo's laundromat customer, who works for UBC (where i taught in the 70s) lost his job and couldnt' afford to keep dog that we inherited this youthful beast a couple of days ago
loopholo: One of my cat's has a blog. The other is working on having a touch of arthritis.
Dexter Fong: Well Leftwinge...er coasters, it's later here than there, but you'll catch up...so until next Firetime, night DFs
Merlyn: see ya dex
C. Simril: we want to travel muchly, but Fumiyo's need for dog nicely met by Buddy's need for human
Phil Austin: nite, dex. sleep well.
loopholo: night DF!
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:40 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dexter Fong by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
C. Simril: or orson
Phil Austin: Here's to Buddy. Is he a big white lab? A clumber spanial, an artic Retriever?
Phil Austin: muck: still there? Is it just raining constantly? any signs of spring?
mrmuckle: ya. watchin the tube, too
mrmuckle: spring has sprung
Merlyn: we're getting snow
mrmuckle: leaves, flowering trees (just startin)
Phil Austin: I'm missing the great northwest. Tired of LA at the moment, although it's beautiful here right now.
mrmuckle: and rain/sun/rain/sun/etc
loopholo: It's green here by the SF Bay
Phil Austin: We had the Fox Island house leveled before we left in Jan. By a guy from Graham who we know as Bob, the builder.
mrmuckle: we had no snow at all this year, in Olympia
Phil Austin: loop: where by the bay?
loopholo: We get deer out the window on the hill...Novato in Marin.
Phil Austin: muck: We had some great skiing up at Crystal in winter, though. Thought of the tiny Dr. as we drove through Bunny lake
mrmuckle: when you say "leveled", that isn't "razed", is it?
Phil Austin: loop: is novato before Petaluma or beyond?
loopholo: leveled mound skis
loopholo: Last town in Marin on your way to Petaluma]
Phil Austin: muck: no, typical beach capin, with sinking floors.
mrmuckle: I used to know the Mounski's
C. Simril: i was just tending to my new dog
C. Simril: back from vet
C. Simril: did i miss anytrhing?
Phil Austin: loop: Ah, I remember. Oona shot some commercials there a few years ago. We have close friends in Tiburon. In fact my Aunt and uncle live there too.
mrmuckle: Aha! Levelled flooring! What a concept!
loopholo: When we lived in Sausalito we could see from our balcony Alan Watts' houseboat, and Tiburon.
loopholo: Just left that place 6 months ago.
mrmuckle: Yes. Our old house in Redondo Bch had a room that "went downhill"
Phil Austin: loop: ever run a cross Mike Grantham, who used to be - in fact may be back with - one of our old record companies
loopholo: No se...
Lili Lamont: Hi, guys. Back again. Dinner was yummy. It's good that I enjoy my own cooking. Cat: What kind of dog?
Phil Austin: well, so nice to talk to everyone tonight. Especially Buddy. and Merlyn's mother's cat
loopholo: Cats and dogs, talking together...
Lili Lamont: It sounds like you're leaving us, Phil.
Phil Austin: lil: Iasked cat that question as well. He's being cagy. Buddy may be more than can be categorized
Lili Lamont: He has a problem with the word "mongrel"?
C. Simril: german shephard/golden retriever albino
Phil Austin: lil: indeed, I was heading off. But then this animal conversation ensued ...
mrmuckle: Good to hear from you, Phil! When you coming North again?
C. Simril: 7 monthes old, newly neutered and his tooth problems solved
Lili Lamont: Tooth problems at that age? I used to have an albino German shepherd when I was young.
Phil Austin: muck: we should be up there in april/may to put in the gardens and hopefully see our peonies and lilacs this year
C. Simril: he occipies more of the apt than we do, and is not quite sure what to do with this tiny pace
Merlyn: albino fish are neat, they're transparent
C. Simril: baby teeth not giving way to real teath
Phil Austin: merl: name of new cat?
Lili Lamont: Phil: I used to garden when I was in the Air Force. I miss that. I envy you.
Merlyn: mittens, because he's a siamese with the typical too many toes
C. Simril: when we moved here in 88, we had to have our cat's teeth pulled they were all rotten
mrmuckle: that should be nice. This spring i have to clean my 1000 gal. Koi pond
C. Simril: she lived another 13 years
Phil Austin: Lil: yeah, you and Doc need some dirt in your lives.
C. Simril: i was very inspired by the proctor's garden when i was first invited there in 95
Phil Austin: muck: how many koi?
Lili Lamont: That we've got, but no garden.
C. Simril: actually not far from my parents house
loopholo: My Himalayan was recovering from a pulled tooth the day of OJ's slow speed chase. we lieved around the corner and he was hectored by news Heckilobsters all day
mrmuckle: I've got 9 BIG ones and about a dozen younger ones
Phil Austin: We've got one oranda and three comets and a mosquitofish here
Merlyn: dogs? teeth?
Lili Lamont: Phil: I had a garden in Mountain Home, Idaho, and my daughter and I used to go out to pull weeds. The soil smelled divine and was full of fat earthworms. We would go fishing with those. It's the little things that bring pleasure to life.
mrmuckle: loop - that's a good word: Heckilobsters!!!
C. Simril: 9 grand wont get you half a camera these days
loopholo: I'm planning on confusing my 20 month old son linguistically.
mrmuckle: I had some comets in the pond, but they were eaten by a) a great blue heron, or 2) a raccoon
C. Simril: by speaking in loopholo language?
Phil Austin: you can't get a good heckilobster for nine grand these days
Lili Lamont: How do you plan to do that? And why?
loopholo: headphones, CDs, just kinda, hidden, almost outta reach, you know...
Phil Austin: this is really stupid. We call all herons "Hank" because they are Hank Heron, AL batting champions
C. Simril: but you can get a heck of a lot of lobster for that price. even in italy!
Lili Lamont: It won't confuse him. Kids are sponges with language.
loopholo: He won't say cat. He'll say "maooooo"
Lili Lamont: So do my cats.
loopholo: Well, the wife is part cat...
Phil Austin: Lil: and is there a nicer name for a town than "Mountain Home?" My actual favorite is "Many Farms" which is in either Ariz. or NM
Lili Lamont: They're commies.
loopholo: Power comes from the barrel of a can opener...
Lili Lamont: Phil: Mountain Home sounds lovely, doesn't it? But it's in a semi arid regin in Idaho, and keeps alive via the Air Force.
Lili Lamont: region
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
mrmuckle: When I was with the Fisheries dept, there was a dairy farmer that had a nice, large sign that said: Bile's Tit Farm.
Merlyn: I'll take two!
loopholo: I recall a KFC billboard, "best breasts in the west"
C. Simril: Phil, did Doc send you url for red shift? your words are wondrously sculpted by his intelligence many universes above what we encountered in Italy
Lili Lamont: Catherwood has a point and I am on the east coast. I think it's time to bid bon soir. And I'm not giving up Gray Goose vodka, French wine or cheese, and I still like French toast. Screw those assholes in Congress,.
Lili Lamont: they have no concept of what they're doing. Sanctimonious bastards.
mrmuckle: Hear, Hear!!!
Lili Lamont: There, ther! Where, where?!
loopholo: A day of prayer and fasting was voted for in the House today, so we can pray for victory in Tha Wah
Merlyn: some of them waffled on the french toast issue
Lili Lamont: Okay, my typing is sucking. Time to bid adieu. Good night, gentlemen.
Phil Austin: cat: it sounds as if he's sending me a hard copy.
Merlyn: nite again, lili
loopholo: Evenin', miss lily
Phil Austin: lil: good night. Dream of worms and Idaho flowers
mrmuckle: Time to Lock and Load, private!
C. Simril: who?
Lili Lamont: Bon Nuit, mssrs. I will, Phil. What a lovely thing to dream of.
Phil Austin: My dear friend and neighbor Deb Kurtz just called to ask me if I felt the earthquake. I didn't./
C. Simril: oh doc? yeah, with his ideas for the cd cover, that'll be best
C. Simril: we had two this week. i felt neither
loopholo: It was probably just a truck.
Phil Austin: But still, I'll be going. I've caused enough trouble for one night.
C. Simril: as ift that were possible
mrmuckle: well. evlybuby have a nice coming week. Goo Bye...
Merlyn: "can you hear me now?"
Phil Austin: Hope to check in next week. Night, everyone
||||||||| At 1:08 AM, Phil Austin vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| At 1:08 AM, mrmuckle vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
C. Simril: y muck
C. Simril: imagine. pihl austin was here
Merlyn: time to go, looks like...
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 1:08 AM.
C. Simril: up until recently, i would have thought that only a fantasy
loopholo: Longest chat I ever had the pleasure of...
loopholo: hello? I must be going...
C. Simril: yeah me too folks. see you next
||||||||| loopholo 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:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Lili Lamont - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 1:26 AM: loopholo jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| At 1:26 AM, loopholo vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 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."