A Firesign Chat


Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for April 17, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "5:42 PM? 5:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "chinchilla1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as chinchilla1 enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| dav0 waltzes in at 6:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
dav0: hello
dav0: is there anybody out there?
dav0: if you cover up those rings do you have trouble breeding?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "6:13 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: davo?
chinchilla1: chinchilla here
chinchilla1: just thought i'd get in early (must be getting late)
Merlyn: quite a bit early
chinchilla1: better latent than never (ET)
||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dav0 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
chinchilla1: see you at 6 pacifica
Merlyn: ok bye
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 6:20 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
chinchilla1: 8 central mountie time (oh, my nose!)
||||||||| It's 6:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chinchilla1 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 17, 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?"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:23 PM and late as usual, it's Ken, just back from Billville."
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:24 PM, dragging C. Simril by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Ken: hi cat
C. Simril: we killed a chinchilla already?
C. Simril: bummer
C. Simril: Mutant Blue: Joni Mitchell Live on Mars
Ken: it says "common cold" but i bet it was SARS
Ken: do you have your mask on?
C. Simril: if you wanna call that a living
C. Simril: fuck, i'm already funny and i havent even ingested any intoxicants.
C. Simril: must do something about that
Ken: michael valentine smith "lived" on mars quite well.
Ken: just think how much better you will be (or think you are) after you DO
C. Simril: heinlein was a cocksucker and he never even knew that
C. Simril: ok, i'm off to sea the wiz
Ken: i have some red wine (shiraz) i could drink, but then i'd waste half a pot of coffee
Ken: heinlein had some political views i'm not sure of, but i liked his writing
Ken: i love the "TANSTAAFL" quote (there ain't no such thing as a free lunch) from him
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:37 PM, dragging Merlyn by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Ken: hi brian
Merlyn: hello
Ken: anything important happening in the fst world we should know about?
Merlyn: bergman is going to tour with michelle shocked in may
Ken: not a major star, but i've heard of her and heard some of her stuff. good artist
C. Simril: no hsit, merl
C. Simril: one of my fave singers
Ken: i'm gonna go read the ng for a few, will return shortly
C. Simril: too bad bergman isn't such a cunt
Merlyn: he and maryedith will be doing something
C. Simril: i drove 500 miles today and never even left LA
C. Simril: i've actualy done that
Merlyn: in a circle?
C. Simril: is there an unmerry death?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:45 PM, dragging Rocky Rococo by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Ken: ok, i'm back from the shadows. hi rocky
Ken: got yer gideon's bible handy?
Rocky Rococo: Hi Ken!
Merlyn: helloo
Rocky Rococo: Thats Rocky Raccoon.
Ken: let's all turn to the book of punter, chapter 11, verse 723....
Rocky Rococo: Merl just the guy I was looking for.
Merlyn: I was right here
Rocky Rococo: All we have to fear is me!
Ken: i'm quakin' in my boots as we speak, er, type....
Rocky Rococo: Merl how can I set up an interview with Peter?
||||||||| "9:47 PM? 9:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits on the couch.
Rocky Rococo: DEx!
Dexter Fong: Mzel Tov
Merlyn: a phone interview for radio?
Ken: hey dex, you're not very late at all. at least not late enough for me to remind everyone you are going to be late. hmmm, am i talking in circles here?
Dexter Fong: Cat, Ken, Merl, Rocky...Hi
Merlyn: rocky, you near naperville?
Rocky Rococo: A phone interview for the magazinem in case you haven't guessed I'm your wicked Uncle Ernie!
Ken: he's near raperville. remember, any penetration, however slight......
Rocky Rococo: No I'm in suburban Detroit.
Dexter Fong: UE: I never know who you are...you keep changing your name...kinda like my father did
Rocky Rococo: Our "Have you seen this" link this week was "True Confession of the real world."
Rocky Rococo: Bummer Dex
Ken: rocky: i sometimes forget to view i&a if you don't appear in person. do you have a notification list every week to remind people? if not, i'd be willing to help with that. let me know
Merlyn: send me your email address and/or phone number and I'll send it to peter
Dexter Fong: "Real Confessions of the True World"
Merlyn: he's touring with michelle shocked in may
Merlyn: truman relations with the con world
Rocky Rococo: uncle-ernie@journalist.com
Dexter Fong: Real Male Confessors in a Contrary World
Rocky Rococo: Coming anywhere near Detroit, Tampa or Houston? I have reporters in those other cities.
Ken: i think i'll get my bottle of wine and/or my baggie of, er, "oregano", and feel better
Dexter Fong: K: It's about Thyme
||||||||| 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 klokwkdoggerel disembarks at 9:53 PM.
Ken: ah, gallo shiraz. nice and the right price :)
Rocky Rococo: Klock!
Dexter Fong: Klok!
Ken: welcome aboard, klok, affix your SARS mask, please, and no coughing, sneezing, or spitting
klokwkdoggerel: ding!
Dexter Fong: dong!
Rocky Rococo: The witch is dead!
Ken: the witch is dead.....
klokwkdoggerel: close by on 227° and put on more canvas!
Dexter Fong: Which witch is that?
Rocky Rococo: Which old witch?
Merlyn: ok ernie, I emailed peter
klokwkdoggerel: gad, the entire Bermuda Bell section is here tonight...and here I was expecting steel drumz
Rocky Rococo: Thanx Merl, he seems to be the only one who is really into politics?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:56 PM and late as usual, it's doctec, just back from Billville."
Ken: no steel drums, they use that stinkin' french stuff
Ken: hey tom
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
Merlyn: he's the most political, yes
doctec: hi guys, just popped in for a moment - have to hop in the shower
doctec: long day
Rocky Rococo: Whats up Doc?
Merlyn: hey doc
Ken: we use only pure afghani steel, made from iraqi artifacts in our drums
Dexter Fong: Don't slip on the soap Doc
doctec: is cat still with us?
klokwkdoggerel: and a big CONGRATS to all our brave forces surrounding the Oil Ministry in Baghdad 10 deep on all sides
doctec: i wanted to let him know i got his pkg today
Rocky Rococo: Don't run in the trenches!
Ken: and those who were AWOL from the museum
||||||||| Outside, the 9:58 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
doctec: heavy on the 30 wt
Dexter Fong: Elayne!
Ken: hi elayne
klokwkdoggerel: Cat! You're going grey!
doctec: i guess that would mean i missed elayne
Rocky Rococo: Special package from Columbia Doc?
doctec: or that she just showed up!
Merlyn: by the way, the 4 or 5 (or at least austin) might post to alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre now, I set up a posting page from fst.com that won't reveal their email addresses. That's what the bozo tests were for.
Elayne: Hey, anyone missing a slightly singed Quran?
klokwkdoggerel: hello elayne/dt
Elayne: Hey all!
Rocky Rococo: E!!!!!!
doctec: nothing like a bozo test to brighten your day
klokwkdoggerel: they make those in the bagel shop there, E?
Ken: i passed with frying colors
doctec: rocky: no, special pkg from north van
Elayne: Everyone read my review of Red Shift on Cat's birthday?
doctec: cool book & unlabeled cassette
Rocky Rococo: Ah ...
doctec: "mystery audio..."
C. Simril: hey doc
klokwkdoggerel: ah, the magical mystery van
Elayne: Klok, we don't talk about bagel shops during Passover. :)
Dexter Fong sings "There is a special package in Noth Van Couver
C. Simril: i got the 15, not the 30
C. Simril: hi klok, el, et al
doctec: yeah cat, got your email today about that
Elayne: Hey Cat!
Ken: who's al?
C. Simril: i read your blog today el. very moving
klokwkdoggerel: kwd is mystified, but further silent then
Rocky Rococo: DEx you're really Neal Young?
doctec: don't know why it's taking so long, the postmark on the pkg you sent me was 4/10, it arrived in today's mail (4/17) - only 7 days
Ken: doc: thank god it wasn't a week
doctec: it looks like you mailed your pkg to me via air mail, that's how i mailed you the 30 cds
Dexter Fong: RR: You gotta start kneeling young if you wanna stick it out
C. Simril: i was involved with a member of his family once. or was that more than once?
Rocky Rococo: BRB gotta move my truck so my roomie can get out ...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Dex hasn't been ANYthing Young in awhile. :)
C. Simril: hey dex
klokwkdoggerel: silly rabbit! you should have used Einstein Express!
doctec: he's always a few minutes off...
Elayne: Is someone going to fix that Cather-clock any time soon?
Dexter Fong: Hey Ct
Dexter Fong: Cat
doctec: got to talk to byron about that
Merlyn: new york keeps drifting eastward
doctec: (he's our webserver guy)
Dexter Fong: E: I've been younger than springtime...at least this year
klokwkdoggerel: cath seems to precess back and forth with time and will eventually be close to right
Ken: another 15 minutes and we'll be the same as newfoundland
doctec: or leastward as the case may be
C. Simril: doggerl? dogerboy?
doctec: anyway gotta hop in the shower, will try to be quick, will log back into the chat afterward
Dexter Fong: Splish Splash Doc
Elayne: Oh that reminds me, Dex, maybe the week after next we can have lunch and I can snap your picture to put up on this site.
klokwkdoggerel thinks newfoundland is more like 25'
doctec: hope some of you will still be around when i get back
Ken: don't wash "it" too much, tom ;)
doctec: ttfn
||||||||| doctec leaves to catch the 10:02 PM train to Hellmouth.
C. Simril: over the lazy dow
klokwkdoggerel: that entirely depends on when you get back...
Dexter Fong: E: Sure...anytime...I'm always photogenic
Ken: if he gets baby back ribs at chili's, it could be all night
C. Simril: yeah all, i'll take over from doc. if you havent heard red shift yet, you oughtta.
klokwkdoggerel: they have everybody's picture!
C. Simril: the number of us here who arent in it are.....
Dexter Fong: not here?
C. Simril: no, just egos, er, eggs
Ken: e: do we have a pic of you up yet? i'd like to see the sexy chick (harumph--no sexism here!) i've been chatting with
Dexter Fong: But that's me
klokwkdoggerel just bought his first dozen eggs in a dozen years
Elayne: Yes Ken, Doc put it up this past week.
C. Simril: Saw me? Saw you!
Elayne: And hey, you're one sexy chick too. ;)
Ken: oh joy! i'll have to go look. brb
C. Simril: up doc's creek?
Rocky Rococo: I's back and I's beautiful ... well I's back anyway!
klokwkdoggerel: oh please, spare us these old saws, Cat!
C. Simril: chick lit?
klokwkdoggerel: it's called a 'kill' here, Cat
C. Simril: up on cripple creek, she stems me
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah...Jane Austin, Virginia Wolfe etc
Rocky Rococo: Whoi's afraid of Jane Austin?
C. Simril: 2 orf my fave, u.k. leguin and m.h. kingston
Dexter Fong: Austin Powers
C. Simril: but i dont think of them as women
klokwkdoggerel: well, she was hot on the tail of Emily Bronte at one point, so perhaps Em was worried...
Dexter Fong: m.h. = Merle Haggard?
Rocky Rococo: Good point Klok!
C. Simril: when one sees a work of art of any magnitude, one does not immediately think of the gender of its creator
Rocky Rococo: M.H. Mini Ha ha?
Elayne: Well, we're settling into a nice Thursday night routine now. Robin's in the other room watching a Manchester United game, and I join him at 10:00 to watch Penn & Teller's BULLSHIT.
Ken: ok, i'm lost, can't find the log/chat page from the main fst.com page. any help?
Dexter Fong: m.h. = Moe Howard?
klokwkdoggerel: yes, after Monday, I began to think, "Was this artist schizophrenic and did they kill their father?"
Elayne: Yeah, Ken, just click "Thursday."
C. Simril: her boks china men and woman warrior are the 2 best non fiction books ever written, in my far from humble opinoin
klokwkdoggerel can't even click, much less modulate it into words
Dexter Fong: ..and this Passover saeson, let us give thanks to Abraham's Fighting Vehicle
Rocky Rococo: Pox Faluchi exume ... down on your knees!
klokwkdoggerel: (but I am going to get either San for Dummies or Khwe for Dummies someday, depending on which one has the best lesson cassette
klokwkdoggerel: )
Dexter Fong: {
klokwkdoggerel: you've got an apostrophism there, Dex
Dexter Fong: Who you calling a cathlic?
klokwkdoggerel: in the last 6 weeks, they've done quite a bit of passing over
Ken: found it :) thanks for the help and the pic, e, nice to put a face with a voice (or letters, in this case)
klokwkdoggerel: what about us cathartics?!
Ken: roamin' cathartic or orthodicks?
Dexter Fong: Yeah what about you cathartics
klokwkdoggerel has trouble getting face and voice together in the AM
Elayne: Ken, the link is to my blog as well, so I don't have to keep retyping that. :)
Dexter Fong: Ah the old 7 second delay
Rocky Rococo: Do you reconize what I'm holding over your head Klock? It's a cross, made out of gold ...
Ken: lol, klok, it takes me 1/2 pot of folger's to do that
klokwkdoggerel: ...but am nevertheless almost halfway through Baudolino now, which is full of cathartics and orthodicks fighting with eren
Ken: don't crucify me on a cross of gold!
Dexter Fong: We have this lovely faux platinum you might like Ken
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, what was my old sig, "Ontogeny recapitulates philogeny...heck, in the morning, coffee recapitulates philogeny!"
Ken: with real cubic zirconiums? i'll take two
Rocky Rococo: What about the seven cities of Gold?
Dexter Fong: It's been antiqued
Rocky Rococo: Sorry only one tub to a customer!
Ken: so have i. we will be good together
klokwkdoggerel: and the tubs are empty due to making this entirely from oleomargarine
Dexter Fong: Accessorize with this matching Scrod piece
Ken: empty tubs? i'll take two (one for bolts, one for nuts--cashews, pistachios, etc.)
Dexter Fong: She's an old tub, but she's seaworthy
Elayne: Ah, 10 PM, time for Bullshit! See y'all next week.
||||||||| Elayne runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:17 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: ok on seaworthy, but is she available for private parties? will she jump out of a cake for me?
Dexter Fong: She's available for Pirate parties, yes
Rocky Rococo: Yes she will Ken but then she'll want to sea yours!
Dexter Fong: The 7 "C"s
Ken: arghhh, ye matey, mine got removed in a fight. i've got a hook now ;)
klokwkdoggerel: bye E
Dexter Fong: Penn and Teller time
Rocky Rococo: To the Frigate Matilda ... Frigate Matilda, Frigate Matilda won't you come fring in the riggin' with me?
Ken: i laugh at the "enlarge your penis" spam i get. i just take the little one off and put the big one on when i want to impress the ladies
Dexter Fong: Fring....Fring....It's for you Unca Ernie
klokwkdoggerel: on French Frigate Shoals!
Rocky Rococo: Hello?
C. Simril: tell her time? doesnt she like newsweek?
Dexter Fong: Hi...Is this Rocky Rococo?
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, one look at an Elephant's and you realize that it's all just so hopeless...
C. Simril: frig gild matilda
Rocky Rococo: Rocky Rococ at youre servix ...
Dexter Fong: Klok: Well only if you've a mind to mate with large animules
Ken: i've got a female kitty with 7 toes on each front foot doing the tango in my lap.
Rocky Rococo: You have a pussy giving you a lap dance Ken?
Dexter Fong: Look out for the Reindeer
Ken: yeah, rocky, want me to turn on the webcam so you can watch? ;)
Rocky Rococo: No I spent 15 years in nudie bars as a DJ been there done that!
Rocky Rococo: Look out for that entrenching tool ...
Ken: i was going to ask "where's dave?" so someone else could say "dave's not here, man", but he's jewish and probably doing the seder tonight, huh?
Dexter Fong: DJ = Delinquent Juvenile?
Rocky Rococo: No I was America's favorite JD turned DJ!
Ken: happy passover to all and to all a good 40 year journey
Dexter Fong: DJ = Don Juan?
Rocky Rococo: All my Jweish friends and I share the same religion, we're all atheists!
Dexter Fong: I think we're all atheists on this bus
Ken: i'm a gnostic
Rocky Rococo: They wouldn't know a seder from a cedar.
Rocky Rococo: My mother was a atyhesitette in school!
Dexter Fong: Try that again UE?
Ken: my mother was a cock teaser at rooster-rama
Rocky Rococo: My brain and my typing skills are going ...
Ken: happy trails...to you...
Dexter Fong: untill.....
Rocky Rococo: I haven't seen any trails since I put the AD down!
Dexter Fong: Kafka's last book...The Trail
Merlyn: the trail of the centruy
Rocky Rococo: Pat wants to sleep with Dale so Roy gets a room at the All City Motel right next to some Juvinile Deliquents!
Ken: wasn't he the cockroach impersonator?
Dexter Fong: Now a movie with the trailor playing near your neighborhood
Rocky Rococo: The Straight People ... people ... people
Dexter Fong: RR: Usn't that the script for Touch of Evil?
klokwkdoggerel: thought it was Amerika
Ken: i don't have any trailers in my neighborhood, we're ZONED, fer crissakes!
Dexter Fong: Your Zoned now Ken
C. Simril: rooster? ram her
Dexter Fong: Ewe too
Ken: lost in the ozone, again :)
Rocky Rococo: Dex they'll bug youu ... they'll bug your mind!
C. Simril: still looking for work in sunny climes, ken?
Dexter Fong: RR: Ha ha ha, the jokes on them...I haven't any mind
Ken: cat: i'm not outta here yet. damifino why though
Dexter Fong: Newtons Law Ken
C. Simril: 2 bad
C. Simril: 3 good, i hear
Merlyn: I don't give a fig for newton's law
Dexter Fong: A body at rest tends to ramain at rest etc....
Merlyn: that's me in bed
Dexter Fong: Merl: That's good...that'l fool the guards when they do bed check
Ken: what's the corrolary to that? if you push it hard enough, it WILL fall over?
Dexter Fong: K: If you push too hard, you'll get a hernia
Rocky Rococo: U*h oh it's that time again. Mr. Birdseed go to press! I'm down, I'm clear I'm gone, I'm bye bye! Peace Y'all!
klokwkdoggerel: Oh goodie! First we have record high for the month and now...a record low!
Merlyn: bye rr hope peter connects
klokwkdoggerel: nite Rocky!
Dexter Fong: Night UE, RR, etc, etc
klokwkdoggerel: keep 'em flying!
Ken: pax cobiscum to you, rr
Rocky Rococo: NIte all and thanx Merl!
C. Simril: hello, wag, wag, from icey the dog
Dexter Fong: Pax proboscis to you too
||||||||| Rocky Rococo runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rocky Rococo?! It's 10:35 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Hey Mayor, get stuffed
Ken: or is that pax nabisco? (since we DID mention fig newtons--follow your script!)
Dexter Fong: Mine is shredded wit
klokwkdoggerel: ah, 60-ish next week...
Dexter Fong: Klok: You age?
klokwkdoggerel: in this weather, a bit faster, but not that fast!
Dexter Fong: That's faster than anybody's been aged before
C. Simril: dex, youre closer to 70, as i recall
klokwkdoggerel: it was bone chilling here this AM and is going to only be 2-3 degrees warmer tomorrow
Ken: no red wine with those aged bozos
Dexter Fong: Cat: Closer than "whom"?
C. Simril: i just turned 52 last week. a large rock to turn over
Ken: 36 here this AM, with winds about the same number
C. Simril: sounds like saskaweather.
C. Simril: you wouldnt believe my attempts to get travel points trip to regina
klokwkdoggerel: it's the last rock you can't turn over that matters
klokwkdoggerel: isn't there a train or bus or something?
Ken: but i've got my ernest and julio in a nice flute in front of me, so why do i care?
C. Simril: yeah well, do i get a tombstone? no, i know that one already
Dexter Fong: K: Doesn't it leak outta the holes in the flute?
C. Simril: my name engraved on a sloping thing, next to fumiyo and bit
C. Simril: beats shit
klokwkdoggerel: i just found out I can Amtrak thru to beantown for $9 if I leave from Providence on the weekend
C. Simril: good for you, klok
Dexter Fong: Engraved on a sloping thing towards Bethlehem
Ken: there's only one hole--on top! no seriously, folks, this flute was once owned by jean pierre rampant
Dexter Fong: ..over a field of Neufchatel
C. Simril: if your brains were an ejaculate, how long would you be aware of that?
Ken: klok, that's cheaper than anyone has ever done it before!
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, but it's the bus connect to Providence that I worry about; the stations not good to park at...not cheap, anyway
klokwkdoggerel: something about MBTA not running past Attleboro on the weekend that makes it all possible; had I only known...
Ken: put on a dubya mask, hitchhike. some right-wing nut will pick you up and you can listen to rush limbaugh all the way there!
klokwkdoggerel: from Kingston, just down the road (about as far as Providence in the other direct), it's $36! One way.
klokwkdoggerel: Ken: when I don't shout loud enough, I hear him all the time already; don't rub it in
klokwkdoggerel: i have a bad filling or something
C. Simril: Maxine?
C. Simril: Min Een?
klokwkdoggerel: ?
Ken: i listened to him once. my ex-boss made me promise i would. i turned it on and the first thing i heard was "and, as usual, i was right." well, boys and girls, that was enough for me. never done it again.
C. Simril: dey hung dem kingstons all over town.
C. Simril: strange fruit up your patoot
Ken: mixing zappa with billie holliday there?
Ken: no, zappa's was "poop chute".
klokwkdoggerel: well, it is a royal PITA to drive the hour to Boston, and I've yet to repair the impact damage to my car from my last visit (the air on the roads is full of flying metal bits fallen off some vehicles and propelled by others)
C. Simril: bin laden others?
Ken: i thought flying metal bits were extinct?
klokwkdoggerel: speaking of Osama, what is the count of weapons of mass destruction located in Iraq to this point?
Ken: klok: i think the total has risen to zero today
Dexter Fong: Klok: Why? You with the UN?
klokwkdoggerel: oh yes, and how many 9-11 terrorists have we found hiding there? Please? Anyone?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:48 PM and late as usual, it's doctec, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: I know there's at least 3 7-11 terrorists
doctec: jello
Dexter Fong: Hi Doc
Ken: stop asking those questions. sometimes we have to be silent to support our great leader
klokwkdoggerel: OOPS! Let me state FORCEFULLY and DIRECTLY that I am NOT and never HAVE been in league with those filthy weasels, Dex
Ken: wb, tom
doctec: which side are you on?
Ken: i'm on the flip side
klokwkdoggerel: side 2
C. Simril: hey doc
Dexter Fong: Filthy Weasels ripped my weapons of mass dest4ruction
doctec: they flew a paper airplane into a slurpee
klokwkdoggerel: well, it certainly helps his comprehension when all subjects are silent, Ken...
C. Simril: maybe the 30 got stolen by your feds as too subversice to send accross border
doctec: they sent them back for regrooving
Dexter Fong: Cat" 30 What?
Ken: i'm tempted to order t-shirt i saw advertized: large red W with red slash through it. very subtle, very flagrant
klokwkdoggerel: I wish I was rich, I'd go grab that balsa wood terror drone for the glory of the Quonset Air Museum, yes siree! It could go right next to the Silkworm cruise missile.
doctec: dex: 30 red shift cds
doctec: them to him via air mail monday april 7
C. Simril: cds of Red Shitft, starring Dex, among others
doctec: the post orifice told me 5-9 day delivery
doctec: they still haven't arrived
doctec: sux!
Ken: karen silkwood missiles? plutonium enriched payload?
Dexter Fong: Well of course they got siezed...Red Shift = Movement towards communism
klokwkdoggerel: yes, Canada was not part of the Coalition of the Willing, so delivery may be difficult
doctec: or maybe they just wanted to ogle lili
klokwkdoggerel: no, Chinese silkworm missile. It's not very interesting.
C. Simril: anyone smart enough to know that is probably smart enough not to
Ken: is that related to the ogalala sioux?
C. Simril: i';d ogle lili any day
Merlyn: penn & teller is on
Dexter Fong: Oh gal ala Sue
klokwkdoggerel: I loved the part where Bob Geldof ordered a copy of The Sayings of Chairman Mao for everyone in his high school class as part of a project
C. Simril: she's got a balcony i can do shakes spear on
C. Simril: dont teller
C. Simril: just pen her
doctec: in other news: i took the plunge bit the bullet & ordered an extremely excellent virtual simulation of the $10,000+ Moog Modular synths of 30 years ago
Ken: oppenheimer
klokwkdoggerel: this is past Reason?
Dexter Fong: Herzweiler
Ken: doc: i had friend with "r.a. moog" model 1 (or whatever he called it), serial #129 or something ridiculously low like that
C. Simril: Sow her krauts?
C. Simril: pay per clip
doctec: here's a review of the software: http://www.creativesynth.com/reviews/065_ModularV/rev_ModularV.html
Dexter Fong: Wean her Schnitzel
doctec: the model 1 was (i think) the little brother to the big modular synth - *not* the minimoog (moog synth packaged for the performing musician)
C. Simril: Shcnitz her winer
doctec: not past reason but i will be using it in conjunction with reason
Ken: doc: i will read it, probably send to him. last time i saw him, i asked about it, he sold it years ago for $50 or something like that
C. Simril: we all look forward to your new muse, doc
doctec: ken: you're friend will be blown away by this software
Dexter Fong: New Muse, Ick
C. Simril: seem real theatre would be dinner without your vision.
Ken: this one was size of *very* large attaché case
doctec: the Moog Modular V virtual modular synth sports 9(!) oscillators and a host of cool modules that were available on the original big moogs (like the ones wendy carlos, keith emerson, tomita et al have used)
Ken: ok, picture about 1/2 to 2/3 way down page looks like what he had
doctec: i think there's a pic of the original modular moog on wendy carlos' site, lemme see if i can dig it up quick
klokwkdoggerel: arturia is coming up sloooooowly
C. Simril: fumiyo and icey are racing around the condo.
C. Simril: and it's a small condo
Dexter Fong: Who's winning Cat?
Ken: i remember the cover of "switched on bach" with all the patch cords. frightening in late 60s
doctec: http://www.wendycarlos.com/photos/410studio.jpg
C. Simril: and icey is a very large dog
doctec: the arturia site is very slow, i've found
doctec: but the creativesynth site comes up fast
C. Simril: i think they just pawsed for breath
doctec: and has a good review of the synth
||||||||| Rotonoto waltzes in at 11:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Ken: when you're on dialup, it loads normally
doctec: hey roto
doctec: hah
Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto!! Like tine hellos....
Rotonoto: no- it's turquoise
Ken: hey dave
Rotonoto: (gnock gnock)
klokwkdoggerel: ouch! i was looking for the price, and it is not cheap, even if you pay in euros
Ken: lapis lazuli, you fool! don't you know the difference?
Dexter Fong: Dave's not here man
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokwkdoggerel: 'lo Roto
Ken: catherwood is a liar
Rotonoto: open the pod bay door, hal...
Rotonoto: hi all
doctec: the cool thing about this software is that, like the devices in reason, you use 'virtual' patch cords to wire up the modules ... but since it's software, you can (unlike the original hardware synth) have the program save the patch cord wiring configuration and all module knob/slider/button settings as a 'patch'
Dexter Fong: Creeeeeaaaaakkkk!
Ken: i'm sorry, i can't do that, dave
C. Simril: hey roto. what you know to?
doctec: the software comes with about 150 original patches to get you started
Ken: doc, sounds good. how many $$?
doctec: $250 (cheap!)
doctec: theough http://www.audiomidi.com, a good online dealer of music hardware/software
Rotonoto: hey guise- I got a website-generated email from someone asking about FST tours..
doctec: through
Ken: and since he's professional musician, write-off
Dexter Fong: Cheaper than Alec Baldwin Grand Spinetto
Rotonoto: he seems to think he can catch 'em live on tour)
klokwkdoggerel: tours?!
Ken: roto: i bet he can, although not all together at once
Rotonoto: so which early links and contacts should I give a guy who perhaps already knows a bit of the old fst?
Dexter Fong: Tour's yet syndrome
doctec: ken: if he's a pro musician, he's probably heard of this thing - it was all the rage at this year's big music conventions in california (n.a.m.m.) and germany (musikmesse)
klokwkdoggerel: Wow, I can just imagine them going thru the roof as the "tour bus" pulls up out front and the megaphone goes, "And this here is Peter Bergman's place. Originally owned by..."
doctec: hah
Ken: send him the 12 hour timed-release contac. they are the best
doctec: hey you kids, get off my lawn!
Ken: doc: he teaches piano and violin to private students during the week and is keyboard/fiddle in country duo on weekends
Dexter Fong: "Park and lockit! Not responsible"
doctec: early links and contacts? what do you mean?
C. Simril: farq
klokwkdoggerel: or better yet, like Larry Wall's Perl cruises...have an FST cruise ship run to ganjaland or something
Ken: hmmm, come to think of it, country doesn't use synths very much
doctec: ken: ah - maybe he hasn't heard about it then - does he use a p.c. for music at all?
Ken: i was a citizen of ganjaland for many years :)
Dexter Fong: I know about the overnight speed tours to old Guadalacaca
C. Simril: admiral cheech, vice admiral chong
Ken: doc: lots of midi stuff he plays through mucho $$ equipment from laptop
doctec: there are so many good audio, midi and synth programs out now - it's really a renaissance in digital form
C. Simril: alone a beach, but plenty filled bong
klokwkdoggerel: i was actually working on a Gabon tour for actinide collectors; figured I could tell the French company running the mine, "Why have all these hazardous tailings when rich collectors will come and carry them away for you?"
Rotonoto: old Harry pointed a bony finger at the youngsters, middle fingers folded, thumb and pinky flared like aircraft wings...
doctec: oh, if he has a laptop and a bunch of gear, then the virtual moog would indeed blow him away
Ken: roto: that sounds like the first line of a chapter. continue reading to us, please....
Rotonoto: while rotating +/- 30 degrees like a plane wagging its wings, intoned "...you young punks..."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:07 PM and late as usual, it's Happy Legs Yamamoto, just back from Billville."
klokwkdoggerel: The BBC had a "Voices" show this week where they had music + paintings; "The Bong of Plenty" was one of the more striking ones
Ken: hi yam
Dexter Fong: OI!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Catherwood's on SPEED as usual
doctec: hey mr y of hollywood
Happy Legs Yamamoto: oi
C. Simril: virch, virch, virch, duct of virch
Rotonoto: (based on an actual true story a friend told me)
klokwkdoggerel: welcome Y
Ken: doc: he's still real deep into "yes" and others of that ilk. wakeman is a demi-god to him
C. Simril: hey ya happy. how the fuck did that happen?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Got a question
Dexter Fong: I got an answer
C. Simril: legs on sale?
Ken: answers are costly, questions are free
doctec: ask me no questions and i'll tell you no lies
||||||||| Catherwood ushers nurse judy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:09 PM, then departs.
Happy Legs Yamamoto: got a $50 presario 6000, hard drive lite comes on and nothing else
klokwkdoggerel: i can't find the CPU list, DT; will the Arturia Moog run on a Mac?
C. Simril: LIZA?
Ken: hidey ho, nurse judy
Happy Legs Yamamoto: minelli
Dexter Fong: NJ!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Life is a caberet old Chum
C. Simril: us plus bought by Lies Are Us
Happy Legs Yamamoto: NJ OI
C. Simril: nj
Rotonoto: so seriously, what are some good links to give to a guy that emailed asking about the fst on tour? seriously... :o)
nurse judy: hey, hey, hey
C. Simril: mj
klokwkdoggerel: what you mean nothing else
doctec: wow, the place is filling up - hey n.j., you got that antidote i ordered?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: No boot, no nothing
Rotonoto: send him here for 'first contact' with aliens, right?
nurse judy: Austin made his non appearance yet
Dexter Fong: Roto: Does he want some kind of history of when they toured...Benways Chronology is good
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Now powe lite either
C. Simril: roto, i suspect the lads wil not tour soon, or perhaps ever. they are of course, profoundly Old
klokwkdoggerel: well, isn't it kind of fraudulent to send links to a tour that isn't happening?
doctec: asking about the fst on tour? you mean when will they be doing one again, or some archival pix from recent tours, or ... ?
nurse judy: armed and ready
Ken: no boots, use "shoes for industry"
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Doc only if you don't go
C. Simril: nurse, yes, but you have maid yuour NON non appearance
doctec: austin has not not made his non-appearance (to the best of my knowledge at this point in time)
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Aha
C. Simril: shu's for the dead
klokwkdoggerel: why don't they play a casino in Reno or something?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Shoe Be Doo Be Do
Ken: moo shu pork it and lock it
Rotonoto: I'm guessing the guy must have known the 'old' fst but has been out of touch
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 11:11 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.
nurse judy: I made my non appearance last week
Dexter Fong: Ha! He's here
Phil Austin: I'm baaaaack.
Ken: hi, mr. phillie
nurse judy: I conjured him up
C. Simril: check this out, nurse
doctec: well, n.j., you've been had - phil has just not made his non-appearance!
klokwkdoggerel: speaking of the D...
Merlyn: hey phil
C. Simril: hey, it's Oona's husband
doctec: hey phil
Happy Legs Yamamoto: I'm not appearing in Los Angles, Toyko and Banger Maine
Phil Austin: Evening everyone ...
Ken: nurse judy: use that power wisely, only for the good of humanity. oh, f**kit, do what you want!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: oi
Dexter Fong: Evening PA
klokwkdoggerel: beach haus all leveled?
doctec: did you get your copy of red shift yet? (i sent it to your place in l.a.)
Phil Austin: Cat; Just got home and the book you sent was in the mailbox. Thanx so much. Looks good.
C. Simril: i am surrounded by sire engines. tiz a bummer
klokwkdoggerel: it's good that mail out of Canada is still working...
nurse judy: RUR boy
doctec: yeah cat - thanx very murch!!!!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Indeed
Ken: hey cat: just remembered: last sunday night original 1980 "lathe of heaven" was on here
Dexter Fong: Sire engines? Mechanical Fathers?
Phil Austin: doc: Yes, I got Red Shift. Congratulations to everyone on an amazing collaboration
C. Simril: yeah, you'l enjoy it, i think. may be useufl to firesign projects, dontg know only that its al True.
C. Simril: doc deserves it
klokwkdoggerel: many of us feel that way
Rotonoto: the story you have just seen is true...
nurse judy: al true istic
doctec: i whipped a lot of zeros and ones into submission for that particular audio extravaganza
C. Simril: much better than the new version, ken
Ken: only the gams were changed to protect the innocent....
Phil Austin: catdoc: and, as well, the use of voices from this chat world is very interesting
nurse judy: only the worms have turned to make it more interesting
nurse judy: only the worms have turned to make it more interesting
Ken: yeah, cat, alas, i did not have vcr hooked up
klokwkdoggerel: am i still in this world?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: an echo poem!
Phil Austin: and the musicians - doc included - did a swell job. Bunboy, for instance
C. Simril: its great to hear tiny, as if he were still with us
Dexter Fong: Klok: Witch worlds?
doctec: yeah, bunnyboy's dolphin beer bit really kicks ass
nurse judy: Norton virus?
Phil Austin: nurse j. seems to have doppled
klokwkdoggerel put his VCR on a hook, but it's still not intimidated enough to start working again
doctec: and jeremy's boddhisatva boogie - boogies!
Phil Austin: Here's to tiny
klokwkdoggerel: i was afraid of that, Dex
nurse judy: I'm a ganger
Happy Legs Yamamoto whax it w/a stick
doctec: it's too bad he didn't know how to pronounce eritrean tho
Dexter Fong: I'm a banger...I'm a midnight hanger...
Ken: phil: i'm lifing my wine glass in silence at that suggestion
klokwkdoggerel: i miss TDT
doctec: of course, how many people actually know how to pronounce eritrean anyway ... ?
Rotonoto: "...you young punks..."
doctec: roto : lol
Happy Legs Yamamoto: AS do I
Phil Austin: ken: silence is the color of the wine
Dexter Fong: I do..I do...Mr. Technical!
doctec: he will live on in our hearts
Dexter Fong raises hand
Ken: or, doc, djibouti? (as in "shehk djerbouti")
C. Simril: indeed, phil
nurse judy: in the back pages of my wallet
doctec: fripp quote: music is the cup that holds the wine of silence
Ken: no, it's a cheap but tasty shiraz
Merlyn: so phil, are you going to post to alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre now that you can stay anonymous?
C. Simril: i can play Neal Amid or better yet, Box of Time, and enjoy Phil's voice, but most of all, Bit's
klokwkdoggerel: must grab a bottle of N.M. to toast tiny
doctec: i'll take a cheap but tasty shiraz any day of the week
C. Simril: s i will not hear it anew
Rotonoto: friend of mine ran away to CA in his youth (from east coast), worked in car wash, met old Harry...
Ken: doc: gallo "twin valley", $7.14/lg. bottle (2 liters?)
Dexter Fong: ..he was old, even then
nurse judy: Ripple!
C. Simril: hey doc, can i put Oona gets a Job up somehere that PA can see it?
doctec: yes you can - and btw, lemme set you up with an alternative to cute ftp - hang on -
doctec: will pm you in a moment
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Oi
Phil Austin: Hey, Merlyn. You there? Thanks for the reprogramming, but why do the replies just come back to you or doc?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: just had to toss a mouse out
Dexter Fong: I'll pm you in the am while taking a bm
Ken: you're going to prime minister cat? holey politics, batman!
Rotonoto: cute not so cute- spy-ridden (?)
Happy Legs Yamamoto: ewww
klokwkdoggerel: actually, DT, our Brave Leader wants to "take cheap but tasty Shiraz" ASAP, then Tehran, then Qom...shades of the time of Hafiz!
Rotonoto: wsftp-le- rah!
nurse judy: I've been PMed my whole adult life!
Phil Austin: happylegs: A real mouse?
C. Simril: you guise getting any work these days, phil?
Ken: judy, you must mean PMSed?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: There might be a spanner in dumbyas works, the UN still has its hand on the oil faucet
Merlyn: the address of firesign@firesigntheatre.com already goes to us
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Phil: yes
nurse judy: who am us anyway?
Ken: yam: yeah, i kinda like that idea too. make dubya do their dance for once!
Phil Austin: catski: Just finished earth day for npr. I'm writing a Nick at war. Billville attacks Elmertown
Merlyn: we could add a return address that goes to you, but that'd be about the same as using your real email (except that it would be easier to change)
C. Simril: have any of you seen recent japanese flick After Life?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Cats chatch em, bring em in and I catch em again and throw them out
C. Simril: good for y'all, phil
Phil Austin: merle: I see. I misunderstood. Typical.
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, HLY, I was cracking up about that: they are saying, well, you have to prove first that all the WMD have been found
Ken: phil: any WMDs involved?
Dexter Fong: WMD = Weapons of Mouse Destruction?
Rotonoto: those elmers totally outa control again?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: What WMDS
klokwkdoggerel: ...and they are pointing to statements where we said there were 500,000 gallons of nerve agent, 150,000 gallons of mustard gas...
Phil Austin: Happy: We assaults by dusky-footed woodrats commonly called pack rats. The brotherhood of those attacked by clever rodents
nurse judy: will all 4 firesign be in the studio at once for Earthday?
klokwkdoggerel: and until that stuff is found, well, can't turn off the rules!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: No we sure can't
klokwkdoggerel: the glue panels work every time
Rotonoto: they will find at least a small cache of drycleaning solvent
Ken: the rules go off automatically if you shut the door
Phil Austin: nurse j.: done. over. mailed it ing. Phil p and David mostly produced and wrote it.
klokwkdoggerel: Jogger Motel, anyone?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: ot that the UN will be too keen to cooperate w/dumbya anyaway
Rotonoto: and large cache of men's underwear found in the terrorists cave...
Happy Legs Yamamoto: ewwww
doctec: i don't know who Art is - do we know what he likes?
doctec: he seems to be hard to please...
Ken: i am going to love the excitement of the erection of 2004, even though we already know the outcome :(
klokwkdoggerel: well, it's reminiscent of playing Monopoly with a four-year-old, Roto
Merlyn: ossman said he hasn't yet heard if the earth day bits have been OK'd, so it's not completely sure yet
Rotonoto: Life immitates him...
Happy Legs Yamamoto: A coup
doctec: it's the economy stupid
Dexter Fong: It's the stupid economy
klokwkdoggerel: what economy?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: NY's out of $$$
nurse judy: the imcomprability factor?
Dexter Fong: OI!!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: There is NO economy
Merlyn: bush ver 1.0 had high ratings after gulf war 1.0 and still lost
Phil Austin: nothings been oked yet. We usually only know a day before, if that
C. Simril: no the economy isnt stupid. just its interpetation
Ken: oh joy, the first class of pilots is finishing their training for guns in the cockpit.
doctec: personally i'm hoping for a replay of '92 - bush sr wins gulf war but loses election because of economy
Rotonoto: don't worry about the fog- we *can't* weigh it!
klokwkdoggerel: check this one, Dex: http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/03_05/b3818001.htm
C. Simril: so we wont know till the day, phil?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: What to do w/all these smoke and mirrors?
Phil Austin: yeah. they wait till the last minute.
Ken: smoke 'em if you've got 'em
Merlyn: what I always felt suspicious about is the vague phrase "weapons of mass destruction". If they have intelligence of possible weapons, they'd have some idea what kind - chemical, bio, nuke, etc.
Ken: and as long as the mirrors are rose-tinted, you can sell 'em in d.c.
C. Simril: Goat M? Appeal!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Pinko?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Not there
Ken: brian: it's a "phrase with mass appeal"
Rotonoto: your primary aim is our complete satisfaction!
C. Simril: Ma, s'a peel!
Happy Legs Yamamoto: I peeled this mass of potatoes in the army
Ken: that's amore
doctec: ms peel, we're needed
nurse judy: PA: Hows the ATF CD selling?
Ken: atf=alcohol, tobacco, firearms?
Phil Austin: nursie: not much. the NPR stations have left off pledge breaking for the war and the entire sales push is geared to that.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Thanks...I guess...Again I say, it's the stupid economy
C. Simril: your arm's on fire? i thought it was a portable aurora
Dexter Fong: ATF = All things forgotten
doctec: all things firesonian
Happy Legs Yamamoto: I have a few portable auras left over from 76 want one?
Dexter Fong: Doc: We wish
Ken: what were we talking about?
Dexter Fong: The aaacid man
klokwkdoggerel: didn't you hear the Man, Dex? There's a war on! Buck up! Stop whining! ;-)
Dexter Fong: Klok: I heard the Man...He was asking about his Ho's
Rotonoto: we're all going to the hole together?
klokwkdoggerel: ho, ho, ho-chi-minh!
Ken: roto: use plenty of lubricant
Dexter Fong: Use your entrenching Hoe
nurse judy: Yeah, the $50 pleadge is really going to boost your CD sales?
doctec: oh yeah, check out the latest gywo strips at http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war23.html
klokwkdoggerel: unca sam's in a terrible jam, way down yonder in...Um Qsar? Hmm. Doesn't rhyme...
Dexter Fong: But it does scan
Ken: but klok, we can still do the "gimme an F" chant :)
Dexter Fong: Gimme a bouncy "F"
klokwkdoggerel: ah, it's like with the gril scouts - if I buy the cookies, my BP goes back to the moon anyway, so I just write out a check to the troop and give that to them - they make more
doctec: but clear channel won't broadcast it
Phil Austin: nurse: I don't know. I think the cd is so .... how to say this, not a real fst album by my standards, that I can only think it will sell much less than one of our real albums.
Ken: i'd scan it at 300dpi, it's low res anyway
C. Simril: gimme an Iresign
klokwkdoggerel: the thing about pledge drives is that no matter how much money you give them, it doesn't stop
doctec: more of a compilation than an album
klokwkdoggerel: LOL, Cat
Merlyn: like some of the other radio collection albums, phil?
Dexter Fong: What is the sound of one fist shaking?
Happy Legs Yamamoto: It's pretty well endless
doctec: but still, it's fresh & topical & better than a lot of other stuff out there right now
nurse judy: The Cd is good for those who didn't record the bits.
klokwkdoggerel: DT, did you see the thing where the anhydrous ammonia leaked all over and the police tried to contact the local radio stations (in ND) and all six in the town were run by Clear Channel on autopilot from NYC or something?
Phil Austin: the individual pieces are not the four of us going over every word. That, to me, is what an fst album actually is. No matter who originates the work, the final result is someting that has passed through four heads
doctec: no, missed that klok - but i'm not surprised
doctec: so it's something of a pseudo-fst album then?
Phil Austin: don't mean to complain about this album. Theres several things on it that are real good.
klokwkdoggerel: it took 90 min. to locate someone so emergency msg. could be put on air
Happy Legs Yamamoto: Most of those satellite stations aren't even Manned
nurse judy: without so much recycled material!
C. Simril: was that the case with your satelite show, phil? was that 4 voices in chorus or just coincidence?
doctec: klok: i really hope clear channel meets its doom soon - i understand things are not so rosy there these days
Rotonoto: ...ah heer ya on mah ray-dee-oh!...
Ken: put your hand on the radio and BE HEALED!
Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto! Like tiny transmissions...terrific modulation
||||||||| At 11:40 PM, Happy Legs Yamamoto vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: That Nino, he's always right
Phil Austin: cat: the xm show isn't the same thing as when we actually write something. there's this actual writing process we go through before the studio that is long and arduous. When that happens even in short form, the results are better than not. I'm not tal
Ken: he's not always right, but he's NEVER wrong
doctec: right on!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:41 PM and late as usual, it's Companero Senor Yamamoto, just back from Billville."
nurse judy: hey, it was easily done, no new studio time, thought the mix is different than broadcast but hey fresh meet for the firesign masses, no complaints, except price
Ken: happy legs out, compañero señor yammie in
klokwkdoggerel: welcome back, CSY&New!
Phil Austin: nurse" right on brother
Dexter Fong: Klok: Nice =))
Companero Senor Yamamoto: not bad
Phil Austin: I'm going downstairs for a minute and I'll be back
Merlyn: phil, think the XM nick danger/mark time DVD might become real?
Rotonoto: companero si, happy no!
nurse judy: meat men
klokwkdoggerel: LOL
doctec: cds are overpriced anyway, too many middlemen wanting a piece of the pie
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Is anybody happy these days?
Dexter Fong: Meat men...make money
Rotonoto: down, down, happy no!
Ken: that's "appy" since the "h" is silent in espanish
klokwkdoggerel: that's a Chicago song, isn't it CSY?
Companero Senor Yamamoto: ello
Dexter Fong: Jew are not Jappy?
doctec: i'm already downstairs
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Does anyone know what time it is?
Dexter Fong: Really?
doctec: does anyone really care?
nurse judy: I stare at downs
Ken: 25 or 6 to 4
Companero Senor Yamamoto: Does anyone really care
klokwkdoggerel is about to go downstairs and not come back up...
Rotonoto: I stare at clowns
doctec: oh dear
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, you're downstairs and in a cage, aren't you DT?
Ken: klok: don't go, there be monsters!
Dexter Fong: No Klok! there's spiders down there...they'll put your eye out
doctec: klok: good to have you in our little net again
C. Simril: chic ago? i cant even remembrer a guy ago
||||||||| Catherwood leads loopholo inside, makes a note of the time (11:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
nurse judy: it's flat here in the flat
doctec: caged heat
Ken: hi loopie
Companero Senor Yamamoto: canned anyway
Dexter Fong: Loop!
doctec: caged heat, the reader's digest condensed movie: five-second shot of two cans of sterno burning in a jail cell
nurse judy: looking for loopholes?
Ken: better canned than caned
C. Simril: hang on loopie, loopie hang on
loopholo: elbner's disease
nurse judy: I like caned meat
Dexter Fong: Doc: Surealism is never out of style =))
klokwkdoggerel: well, I have the heat cut back and don't want to fry the whole house just to get warm, so will bake myself on the space wall heater below awhile and see how is the war, etc.
C. Simril: is lili with you, doc?
Rotonoto: cans of sterno being burned or being imbibed?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:46 PM and late as usual, it's Satyr, just back from Billville."
Ken: roto: doesn't matter, it warms you up either way
C. Simril: rote those notes
loopholo: I'm just a product of GEG graphophone loopholo players everywhere
Satyr: Howdy all
klokwkdoggerel: ? no, I just finished the Negra Modelo, though, in honor of Tiny
Ken: hey satyr
Dexter Fong: Hi Satyr, put on your shoes and learn to play the fluete
Rotonoto: you don't want to count the elevator boy?
doctec: not tonight - she said she might come over, but as she's having her floor sanded & poly'd today & tomorrow, she needs to be at home for that
nurse judy: hide the viagra satyr's here
C. Simril: weight those eves, or
Ken: count? i thought he was a duke
doctec: early tomorrow morning
Dexter Fong: Doc: She need to inhale the vapors?
loopholo: Hard to find a shoe size ti fit the hooves, what with that red clay and all
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, and to put her foot prints in it
doctec: i thought she would've at least logged in from home tonight tho
||||||||| "Hey Companero Senor Yamamoto!" ... Companero Senor Yamamoto turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:47 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
klokwkdoggerel: she definitely has a case of the vapours, then, DT
Dexter Fong: Adios Senor Y
doctec: no, she needs to herd her cats & make sure they are kept off the floors and taken care of and everything like that
Phil Austin: backnow
Dexter Fong: Cats enter on tiny fog feet
klokwkdoggerel: oh, just stick them in place. she's too fastidious
doctec: hah
C. Simril: phil and other dog lovers, i dont think i've ever had more fun with a dog
loopholo: How do you feel about being backnow?
Ken: frog feet; they are french cats
nurse judy: my flors need sanding because of the cats
klokwkdoggerel: cat's love the sensation of being stuck to a drying polyurethane floor
Dexter Fong: K: Freedom cats
doctec: oh yeah
Merlyn: hey phil, let me re-ask, do you think the XM radio nick danger/mark time DVD will become a real product?
Phil Austin: nurse : use the cats to sand the floors. It involves dividing their claws into tiny increments.
C. Simril: we will not get a cat until we move, in a few monthes. btut we are delighted with new dog
klokwkdoggerel: the only thing better is to put them in the center of a floor and surround them with sheets of aluminum foil
nurse judy: put him on the spot
Ken: curses. foiled again.
doctec: spot on
Dexter Fong: See spot run
klokwkdoggerel: oh, Phil, get with it! 3-M makes special boots with advanced abrasives in four separate grits, plus special weight belts for them
Ken: out, out, damned spot!
C. Simril: thats what turned me off reading in grade one, dex
nurse judy: I actually had a dog named Spot
Rotonoto: see spot spot- funny funny spot
Phil Austin: merle: I have to contact XM and see if we can get the material released to us for use. According to contract, they own everything. It's just something I haven't got to yet.
doctec: ah, the rights police
Ken: i have a spot named "dog". see? it's right there to the left of that hanging thing....
Dexter Fong: Spot spotting...a look at the doggy style of life
Merlyn: hmm, proctor said you guys owned it all when the show ended
C. Simril: bummer
klokwkdoggerel: there seem to be a lot of those contracts for artists, for some reason...
Phil Austin: is doc around? On Cat's album, the beautiful Lil has a lurker in the b.g. Is that Doc?
Dexter Fong: Klok: Some reason? It's fucking lawyers
Ken: are you an artist? draw this turtle.....
doctec: seems like they're taking contracts out on artists these days
Phil Austin: merl: Proctor's talking about NPR material
nurse judy: when you do work for hire...
doctec: yes, that's me behind lili, wearing the 'canada, eh?' t-shirt
Phil Austin: doc: she looks great. tell her.
Ken: phil: in person you would drool :)
Dexter Fong: Doc aint chopped liver either =))
klokwkdoggerel: (kwd noticed that Ken did drool ;-). bing! kwd has reached limit; the Bermuda Bell just tolled for me, etc. CUall next week, same firesign, same...
Dexter Fong: That Pony Tail...whoooo!
Phil Austin: legal questions. It's entirely possible that XM will let us have it. We'll see. We could always re-record, of course, They only own perfomances, not literary rights.
nurse judy: with a side of hamburger
Ken: he's puréed pancreas
klokwkdoggerel: happy abend all
Dexter Fong: Night Klok
Ken: nitey nite, klok
doctec: story behind that photo: we were not with anyone who could take that shot for us, so i set up the camera on a tripod & took picture of lili, then leaving camera in place, had lili take picture of me - turned the two shots into one with graphics software. i'll be sure to tell her, phil
Phil Austin: nite, klok
klokwkdoggerel: visions of XM "letting them have it" (in the style of Rustler's Rhapsody)
Phil Austin: doc: very cool
||||||||| klokwkdoggerel rushes off, saying "11:54 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Rotonoto: nite...
nurse judy: klok ran out
Dexter Fong: They don't call him Doctec for nothing....it costs beaucoup bucks
doctec: also superimposed image of earth on cue ball
nurse judy: XM still operating?
Dexter Fong: A muddy cue ball
Ken: he's not a real doctor, but he plays one on the radio
Rotonoto: dayglo Elvis on velvet?
doctec: actually, used 2 ball, not cue ball - 'cause it's blue so superimposition let me retain reflection of light on ball.
Dexter Fong: I played doctor in my garage once
nurse judy: he's in everybody's elvis
nurse judy: in the woods for me
Ken: dex: what hmo did you belong to?
Dexter Fong: Homo? Say what?
doctec: it was a lot of work and a lot of fun creating the audio environments in which the red shift lines of dialog sit - my goald from the start was to make it as immersive a audio experience as possible
doctec: goald? i meant goal
nurse judy: it sunk huh?
loopholo: Elvis on black velvet? One Hollywood Pieta, comin up:
Rotonoto: no- Homer- doc did a cameo appearance on the Simpsons
loopholo: http://www.tricivenola.com/BrazenImages/HollywoodPieta.jpg
Ken: a titanic experience
nurse judy: that's just the tip of the iceberg
Dexter Fong: Top o' the prow, Mom
Rotonoto: that sinking feeling...
C. Simril: i was just in romel saw pieta. mary looks younger than her dead son
Dexter Fong: Cat: You desert rat
C. Simril: 33 year old desd jesus, 15 year old mary
C. Simril: is that accurate or what?
nurse judy: Romel drives deeper into egypt
Phil Austin: Does anyone in this group have connections with the people who do Space Ghost (coast to coast) or cowboy Bebop or Aqua Teen Hunger Force?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes, women matured faster then
nurse judy: She's pure Cat
loopholo: journalism can be scary and of it we should be wary wonder what became of Mary
Merlyn: not me, but space ghost had a Firesign reference to sectors R and N once
Ken: phil: i know george lowe, voice of space ghost coast to coast
doctec: phil: not that i know of (unfortunately)
Dexter Fong: PA: PHil Procter would be my first and best guess =)
doctec: at least, not anyone here in the chat tonight
Merlyn: that's a good one, ken
Ken: i taught him how to be a radio dj back in 75 or so
loopholo: Spousal unit's art director Joel Hladecek wrote and developed Harvey Birdman
doctec: wow, really ken? tres kewel
||||||||| Catherwood escorts WCGuy in through the front door at 12:00 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 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..
Dexter Fong: Hey JR
Satyr: Hiya WC
Ken: i'm serious, brian. we lived in the same town, worked at same radio station
doctec: it's the w.c. guy
nurse judy: water closet guy!
C. Simril: hey, its the philadelphia guy or someone like him
Merlyn: hey, if anyone here was watching Harold Lloyd on TCM sunday before last, you can see Harold giving his reflection the finger in "Speedy"
loopholo: William Claude!
Phil Austin: Ken: Please tell him how much I love that show.
WCGuy: Dex, Sat, et al, evening
doctec: w.c.guy forever
nurse judy: what the philadelphia story?
Merlyn: I believe you, ken; it's a good connection to SGCTC, I think it's hysterical
Ken: hi wc
WCGuy: I like Doc (but not in THAT kinda way)
doctec: ken: you still in touch with mr. lowe?
loopholo: Um, I painted some of the cels on Superfriends in 1978...
Ken: phil: will do next time i go home. he isn't online but i can drive to his house easily
nurse judy: what scene Merl?
WCGuy: Hi Ken
Phil Austin: merle: I know what yu mean. The timing is wonderful. Likewise the Brak show
Ken: doc: i could probably rustle up his phone number
Merlyn: judy: in the scene with the funhouse mirror, just before it ends, he sneers at his reflection a bit, then gives himself the finger
Ken: phil: i actually turned him on to "how can you be" and he loved it. he could quote lines better than i could
C. Simril: are you happy with your work in redshift, phl/
Merlyn: someone in alt.movies.silent pointed that out a few months back
nurse judy: I'll check it out!
Ken: his favorite (at that time) was "giant rat"
C. Simril: or is that the wrong question?
C. Simril: i once listened to giant rat of sumatra all day every dsy for a week
Phil Austin: cat: there's a big difference - to me - in the kind of performance you can get out of me if I'm not just recording wild lines. In retrospect, I would have made my character older and more .... quisitive.
C. Simril: 9 monthes later my daughter was born. coincidence?
Merlyn: judy, here's the scene, but he isn't giving himself the finger here: http://www.news.cornell.edu/Chronicle/01/11.15.01/Speedy.GIF
doctec: context is everything
doctec: still, despite the fact that *everyone* recorded their lines devoid of context, i thought the overall feel and pacing came out pretty good
nurse judy: Merle; thanks
C. Simril: yes, your performance was based on the place and time. peter stenshoel did a wonderful job, then left the project, without informing me
Merlyn: I forgot to watch last sunday
Satyr: A silent gag with his finger, Merl??
Merlyn: but the lloyd DVDs should finally be coming out soon
nurse judy: DOC devoid of context
C. Simril: i am amazed how well it all turned out, considering
doctec: (although i have to admit, i did a lot of razor tweaking of line delivery - speeding up some readings, slowing down others, adjusting millisecond pauses between words, merging the best parts of multiple takes into a single reading)
Merlyn: he gives himself the finger, satyr
Rotonoto: quisitive but completely gruntled
nurse judy: Merle: with the bum hand?
Phil Austin: cat: it's all about finances. As a director, you need to have all your actors in the same room at the same time to elicit the absolute best out of them. Luckily, you've got the doc
doctec: cool edit pro made all that possible, new fast pentium system let me work quickly
WCGuy: (Checking Roget for 'quisitive')
Merlyn: good Q: no, left I'm pretty sure.
Rotonoto: in fact, he founded the Union of Gruntled Employees where he works
Ken: and paxil let you "keep your cool"
Merlyn: when you know about his hand, you can tell how he favors using his left for real hand movements
doctec: yeah, it helps if the cast is given the opportunity to play off one another and to undertstand how their lines of dialog fit into the context of the whole
nurse judy: WC: X or In?
WCGuy: X or in?
doctec: but hey, when you have *no* budget and you're relying on the kindness of friends and acquaintances, you do the best you can with what you've got
Dexter Fong: Doc & Phil: You can almost always tell when the actors are all together and when their lines are being punched in
Phil Austin: doc: and with cat's writing, you need to have everyone feel that they know the entire context.
nurse judy: Speedy's been repeated but i doubt that the soundies will be
Merlyn: wc, I suppose no news about anshell
Phil Austin: Of course, I'm
Merlyn: when dave romm & I did our lines, we had no idea what was going on
C. Simril: doc is a god in the same sense that native people in our realm are cognisent of tuch beings, if yo get my drift\
doctec: phil: i dunno, with cat's writing context isn't always obvious anyway
nurse judy: xquisive, inquisive
WCGuy: No, too quiet I fear. The whole war thing seems to have cooled the media move.
Ken: i think we're all misunderestimating here
Dexter Fong: Merl: Iv'e known about Lloyd since the fifties and I never knew about his bum hand before...absolutely amazing
Merlyn: hmm, maybe vapor radio
Phil Austin: nurse and wc: you people are driving me nuts. I'm quisitive, in fact.
loopholo: Disney and Pixar almost never shell out for getting voice actors recording together.
C. Simril: Phil, you once told me on the phone that I should jusgt write plays and let other people create them. I do not disagree
doctec: one of the biggest challenges i faced in pulling red shift together was conveying the script directives - which were often more literary than audio-based in form - and getting them across in the audio realm
Phil Austin: ken: misunderestimating is the finest concept I've seen this year.
Dexter Fong: Okay Mr. John Quisitive Smidt
Merlyn: yeah, especially without his thumb, you can't grip
loopholo: Billy Crystal and John Goodman worked together on Monsters Inc.
Ken: that dubya shore is a fine speeeker, ain't he?
WCGuy: AHA: Quisitive...ponderous yet exploratory, prone to wonder and express oneself with non-sequiters, confident yet confused, searching, ever searching. Got it.
Phil Austin: cat: I'm not sure I was right. You just don't have the resources yet to do what you obviously shoulsd do. It'll happen, I'm sure.
C. Simril: i hope so, phil
Dexter Fong: Cat is gonna fly us all out to the coast for the next one =))
doctec: i don't know if i fully succeeded, but given the circumstances (lines of dialog given to me on dats, a bunch of sound effects cds i've collected over the years, some music and audio production software i own, and a dearth of time to pull it all together) i'm pretty happy with the way it turned out
Phil Austin: wc: I have a feeling you've got sheep looking over your shoulder.
Dexter Fong: WC is looking sheepish?
Dexter Fong: Baaa
WCGuy: Back to Merl's question re: Anshell. Stilll about a month away from any concrete discussions. Then, who knows. They are interested -- and that is an understatement.
Satyr: Goats?
WCGuy: And goats, my friend
C. Simril: wc is familiar with pinnacle soft wear?
nurse judy: half goat
C. Simril: no, ghosts
Phil Austin: doc: you're absolutely right. You did a huge job. I thought Peter S. was good as well, and now I'm beginning to see a kind of community developing.
Dexter Fong: Space Goats (Ghost to coast)
WCGuy: How are you, sir?
C. Simril: graot cakes again
Merlyn: ok, still sounds really good, then
Satyr: Don't have yur goat, he does
Rotonoto: get off me battlements!
Dexter Fong: Check and lockit! Not responsible
Ken: well, kind and gentle souls (and you assholes, too), i'm outta here for tonight. later, dear friends
C. Simril: even dead people, like Tiny and Bit can contribute, Phil. That's what keeps me alive
Merlyn: goodnite ken
Dexter Fong: Ken" I told you not to get familiar here
Merlyn: tell space ghost to button up in vaccuum
Phil Austin: nite, ken
||||||||| Ken rushes off, saying "12:15 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Rotonoto: later kendster
C. Simril: by ken
doctec: nite ken
nurse judy: bye Ken, though I'm the latter
Phil Austin: ken: always nice to see you
Dexter Fong: Adieu Ken
Merlyn: is that a canned response, phil?
Satyr: His text faded away, nite Kenn
loopholo: Did they really call it simulfax then, or was that a Phil K. Dick ref?
Phil Austin: merle: canned? are you nuts? canned pecans? Walnuts?
Dexter Fong: Cashews
loopholo: "A handsome simulfax copy of your own words..."
nurse judy: oh boy more dick jokes!
WCGuy: Canned Music - Dan Hicks
Dexter Fong: Salted Cahsews
Merlyn: "always nice to see YOU"
Satyr: janitor in a drum, maybe?
C. Simril: loop, ive always wondered if pkdick infuecned firesign
Dexter Fong: {ah..Clem}
C. Simril: and here is p.a.
Phil Austin: loopy: I'm not familiar with much of p. Dick - jokes or not.
doctec: phil: i've never tackled pulling together a radio play production like red shift before, but all the production work in the various band projects i've done over the years along with my well-developed computer skills, and the maturing of reasonably priced digital audio & music production software over the last 3-4 years, have served me well
C. Simril: i assked ossman and proctor and they both demured
Phil Austin: None of us are much influenced by pkdick
loopholo: We Can Build You has an artificial Lincoln made by musical instrument builders.
nurse judy: pat yourself on the back doc
Dexter Fong: An artificial Lincoln Town car....sweet
loopholo: When he was writing it he had a neighbor down the hall whose job was to put makeup on Abe's robot each morning.
Merlyn: kennedy drove a lincoln and lincoln drove a kennedy - coincidence?
Dexter Fong: And tres Continental
doctec: i now know i can tackle any audio project that comes my way and make it sound as good as if it were a big budget production
Phil Austin: doc: I know you write. You should think about a production of your own - and make Cat do the lead voice
C. Simril: if you guys had met him and collaborted on a project, i can imagine it to be better than all your prevous work
nurse judy: and make Cat do all the work
doctec: phil: actually, i'm not that much of a dialog or fiction writer, i leave that to the professionals. i see myself more as a facilitator.
C. Simril: no, phil, my voice is shit. or at least my directing skill
nurse judy: facilitate this
Dexter Fong: Cat: are you saying you can't direct shit?
loopholo: I just remembered another PKDick/Firesign connection-- Rudy Rucker, White Light
C. Simril: the timbre is good, the inflecftion is useless
doctec: i leave the high concept stuff to the people who do it best - but i can run with any ball handed off to me
WCGuy: Hey, kids. Time to sail.
Phil Austin: loop: I'm so sorry. I have not real knowledge of Science fiction.
C. Simril: yeah doc, you cook
doctec: actually cat, i thought you did a great job with the deng in red shift
WCGuy: Be good to those who love you...and those who should.
Dexter Fong: JR: YOu've been quiet to night
doctec: i had a lot of fun editing your lines
Merlyn: bye wc, you'd rather be in philadelphia
loopholo: Rudy Rucker, huge PKDick obsessed surrealist cyberpunk, quotes "White Lightning, white lightning..."
nurse judy: and snorting yours
doctec: ttfn wcguy
WCGuy: Been a good night to listen....better conversations than I can contribute to
Phil Austin: Let's put the pressure on. Cat as an actor. He'll have to join SAG and AFTRA and go to auditions in which he'll be pitted against Proctor.
loopholo: to his sleeping spouse while he's all astral projected.
Dexter Fong: Night JR
Rotonoto: blue flames- blue flames...
Dexter Fong: PA" No good, he's Canadian
C. Simril: yeah,, ok, i learned what i did not want to hear from randy, peter, the other guy. so i can do what sounds beter than that, but i cannot preconceive that
loopholo: He's explicitly trying to make a connection by reminding her that they listened to TFST, that album...
C. Simril: no, cat is a bad actor, a hideous director, but a pretty good writer, in my humble etc
Dexter Fong: Those Canadians are good writiers, but.........
nurse judy: Cat: can you say meow, that'll be good for a spot in Hercules!
WCGuy: PA...gimme a call.
WCGuy: (not now!)
doctec: how the hell does one get a sag/aftra card anyway? it seems (like most union deals) like a catch 22
Dexter Fong: A boucney call
C. Simril: doc nmust have been 10 characfers in red shift?
doctec: can't get in until you've worked, can't work until you get in
Phil Austin: wc: I will, or at least an email.
Satyr: What about the Lincoln Frogs and Toads in Canada?
nurse judy: doc; pay the dues
WCGuy: Whatever works.
doctec: who is this dues fellow i keep hearing about?
WCGuy: Be good all...be better.
Dexter Fong: Sat: What about the Morris Minor dances?
loopholo: I'm told you work non-union as along as you can...
doctec: and why do i have to pay him?
C. Simril: wc, you're the pa pbs guy, right?>
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes he is
doctec: whyy?
C. Simril: thot so
doctec: whyy not?
nurse judy: anybody see the notice about Cheeta the Tarzan chimp turing 71 and is the oldest living one?
C. Simril: desx, did you get yor copy of Red Shift?
doctec: n.j.: yeah i got a kick out of that
loopholo: You tend to get more work, more experience, then when a union gig comes along, you'll be ready...
Merlyn: yep; hey, you read alt.movies.silent?
C. Simril: cheeta, a characrter in Red Shift
doctec: cat: i have not sent dex his copy yet, should go out this weekend or early next week
Satyr: The wonderful channel 12 in phila, pa.
Phil Austin: dex? have you looked at any of the Morris Dancing sites? I have because I'm fascinated by Wil Kemp
C. Simril: ok doc
nurse judy: Cat: do you have to pay Cheeta? Is he in the union?
doctec: at least he doesn't have to work for peanuts
loopholo: Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett has some wacky Morris Dancers
Phil Austin: satyr: wc guy used to work for Whhy in Phil. and he and I initiated the Weirdly Cool project
nurse judy: Cheeta's loves playing the piano and painting.
Dexter Fong: PA: No I haven't....men in skirts ar *not* my thing...though I *do* like the swords
Satyr: Yeah, I know
nurse judy: Weirdly Cool Project get him fired?
C. Simril: roto?
Rotonoto: here
Satyr: I watch the opening nite of W.C. in philly
Phil Austin: nurse: No, he left for other opportunities and it fell to D. Rubinsohn to finish it off.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not yet, but Doc and I are in touch and will straighten that out
nurse judy: Cheeta always like tarzan better than jane
Dexter Fong: I liked boy best....until he left the church
nurse judy: PA: whew, that's good.
Merlyn: I wonder what Cheeta thinks about woody allen cheating on jane's daughter
Phil Austin: nurse: wc has a book out as well. If he's still here, he should let everyone know about it.
Phil Austin: wc is shy, though, and surrounded by sheep
doctec: cheeta says to self "oy vay"
Merlyn: I think wcguy left and will play beat the reaper soon
Satyr: On ATF, liked Pass the Indian, Pease
Satyr: please
Dexter Fong asks chettah: Why is this tree different from all other trees?
loopholo: That was a Woody Allen moment for me when Marvin Minsky popped up, as if he were Marshall McLuhan.
Phil Austin: satyr: thanks about pass the Indian. I rewrote it a little and thought it was improved.
nurse judy: Pass the politically corrected Indian please
Phil Austin: nurse": You bastard. You noticed.
Satyr: very timely...similar to Pass the Bush, no thanks
Merlyn: the night minsky raided alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre
Rotonoto: ..
Phil Austin: yeah, minsky. robotics and ai in general is such a twisted and disreputable field that you long for human contact. I wonder if Hofstader has a web presence.
loopholo: He's long had a web page.
nurse judy: Is Cheeta working on a website?
Phil Austin: This cheetah joke has reached it's limits. (Tanzania, to be exact.)
Merlyn: his web page is http://www.psych.indiana.edu/people/homepages/hofstadter.html
loopholo: I got him to sign my copy of Godel Escher Bach at a Stanford panel he put together on "spiritual machines"
Merlyn: i remember when spiderman didn't have a web site
Dexter Fong: Cheetah has a web site?
Phil Austin: merle: hey, thanks. Doug is my man.
loopholo: I got Frank Drake to sign a copy of Ozma of Oz for me.
Phil Austin: hey, loop. How well did you know Sam Longoria?
Merlyn: I read GEB when it came out
loopholo: I'd love to see Achilles and the Tortoise animated all Escher style, with PA as the voice of Achilles...
loopholo: I spent a good year working with him up through Simul Trek, where I was Spock to his Captain.
loopholo: Haven't seen him since I moved north in '95.
nurse judy: you spoke to spock?
Phil Austin: loop et al: the weird thing about Doug is the tragic death of the babe and the subsequent poetry tome
Dexter Fong: The Spock would speak with thee?
nurse judy: i was a spoke to his wheel
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WCGuy - dead from The Plague
||||||||| doctec - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Wheely?
loopholo: That's the only book of his I haven't read. I wasn't aware of a tragic death.
loopholo: I spake for Spock when his lips moved. It isn't easy being green.
Phil Austin: loop: his wife dies.
nurse judy: i pointed out his ears
Dexter Fong: I played first Green Horn in the Stuttgart Sympnory
C. Simril: all death is tragic. some death is more tragic than ohtes
Dexter Fong: Oh tay
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'doctec', just granted probation at 12:42 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
loopholo: A coupla years ago he was talking about how music produced by AI can fool the experts now, I guess he's holding out for poetry being exclusively human...
Dexter Fong: Doc: You've been probated
doctec: sorry, had to reboot system
nurse judy: a buck a week ain't much pay
Dexter Fong: Viva La Huelga!!
doctec: somwthing went awry ... excrement instantiates.
nurse judy: that makes me all quisitive
doctec: i'm feelin' quisitve all over
Phil Austin: nurse: memory is good
C. Simril: f
Dexter Fong: PA: Who said that?
Rotonoto: I feel all tingly and gruntled
C. Simril: mameries are gooder
nurse judy: PA, the tingler
Phil Austin: dex: sorry, I can't remember what we're talking about
Dexter Fong: Mammories are meant for this: 00000000000000
loopholo: I've wanted to adapt portions of GEB for "multi-media" but like FST, it's work that can only come together in the mind
doctec: i've heard talk of these computer algorithms that can compose in the style of any known composer - what i wanna hear is music that sounds like nothing i've ever heard before
Phil Austin: loop: I know. Where has the time gone?
doctec: ah, hofstadter
Dexter Fong: Leonard Cohen knows
Dexter Fong: He's Canadian
nurse judy: doc: you should hear me play
doctec: geb was a good read but it's all over the place, doesn't really gel though it tries really hard to
loopholo: I dunno. I'm wondering how I managed to be 48 all of a sudden (today, BTW)
C. Simril: so am i
Phil Austin: doc: algorithms are perhaps substitutes for computations of nothing at all.
Satyr: I had a physic teacher named Hofstader...?
doctec: n.j.: send me your dats, your mp3, your heartfelt melodies yearning to be free...
Dexter Fong: Hippy Hoppy Buthudsday, Loopy
doctec: not the real thing but an incredible stimulation
nurse judy: happy birthday loopy
Phil Austin: doc: that's the problem with Doug/ is any of this relevant, given that humans have been gifted with sense of humor.
doctec: i dare a computer algorithm to come up with something that sounds like john cage's work
loopholo: Thanks, happy unbirthday to all of you too.
C. Simril: i'm not lloopy but thanksfor the happy (aor 12) gfeeting
Phil Austin: Nite all. Life calls. I'lll try to check in next week. fun being with y'all.
nurse judy: doc; like nothing you've ever heard or would want to again
Dexter Fong: Gfeeting Earflings
Satyr: good humor tastes good, especially the vanilla..
C. Simril: by phil
||||||||| Phil Austin departs at 12:49 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: nite phil
Rotonoto: nite
doctec: i'm fond of an eric idle quote: life does not make sense. we pretend that it does, and it is the job of comedy to point out not only that it does not make sense, but it doesn't matter either.
nurse judy: so long old pal
Satyr: Bye pa
Dexter Fong: Night Phil...you really outta stick around for the Big Goodbyes
Rotonoto: ...I've got algorhythms- who can ask for anything more?
doctec: well that was a bit of fun
loopholo: I like that Eric Idle line too; very Life of Brian.
C. Simril: no shit
Rotonoto: you young punks!
doctec: life calls phil; sleep calls this least coaster
Satyr: How does he make his text do that?
nurse judy: now for the naughty bits
Dexter Fong: Henry, stop that right now
doctec: we'll talk of this anon
loopholo: All gawd's chilluns got algorhythms
Dexter Fong: and on and on and on
doctec: in the meantime, gotta catch me some z's
Dexter Fong: Thank god
nurse judy: nite doc
Rotonoto: local man falls victim to overdose of Geritol- film at eleven...
Merlyn: nite doc
C. Simril: bydoc
Dexter Fong: Yeah Im outta here too, night dear friends
doctec: y'all enjoy the weekend and see you here next week same firetime same firestation
loopholo: g-nite!
doctec: same firesite
doctec: same firechat
Rotonoto: if you catch more than you need, save some for me...
nurse judy: so long dex
Dexter Fong: I'm sticking around for the Big Goodbyes =)
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I DIDN'T DO IT NOBODY SAW ME DO IT YOU CAN'T PROVE ANYTHING zzzzzzzzzzzz..........
Merlyn: I think you get that from the really big disease
Dexter Fong: Bye Doc
Satyr: and the terrible news drought continues...War in a Stack of Pancakes and the Syrup flows
||||||||| doctec departs at 12:52 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Rotonoto: yeah, me too- I'll hold the camera asnd keep it pointing down the hole...
loopholo: MORE SUGAR
Satyr: Nite doctor
nurse judy: he's off
loopholo: Are these your fried eggs?
Rotonoto: the power shoes have ignited
nurse judy: Cat: what's the next project?
nurse judy: Well, time for my non appearance
Merlyn: me too nj
Satyr: cat, How about The Pink Chemise?
||||||||| nurse judy departs at 12:55 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 12:56 AM train to Hellmouth.
Rotonoto: he's wandered off again- come back doctor cat- we want to talk to you
Satyr: Gone for side six..?
Rotonoto: ..........................................................................tear page here.....
loopholo: I remember sides...
loopholo: This side...
Rotonoto: ..
loopholo: The other side...
loopholo: Korea...
||||||||| It's 1:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from measles
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: ...
Satyr: I had a Korear once
||||||||| Rotonoto leaves to catch the 1:00 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Roto', just granted probation at 1:01 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Roto: this website is starting to piss me off
Satyr: IS it time to leave or is this where they came in?
||||||||| At 1:01 AM, Satyr vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Roto: it's as bad as the netsplits on IRC were...
loopholo: The interval has blanked a coupla times
Roto: gives absolutely no hint that you've been shunted off into the empty guest house
loopholo: Ah, perhaps that's why it says The Waiting Room up top? I'm so confused...
Roto: I'm as confused as you, think that may be the main thing (when it's working)
loopholo: Time for me to say hello, I must be going.
Roto: see you later...
||||||||| Around 1:04 AM, loopholo walks off into the sunset...
Roto: I leave anyway, as I am beginning to be actively pissed...
Roto: I tried a side chat with cat 2nite and it was like it was 1 way only
Roto: ah hell into the hole- light the power shoes...
||||||||| Roto says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Roto exits at 1:06 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:31 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Phil Austin
C. Simril
Companero Senor Yamamoto
Dexter Fong
Happy Legs Yamamoto
nurse judy
Rocky Rococo
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