A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for June 05, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi waltzes in at 7:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bone-E-Boi: Lazy bastards! Miserable parasites!
Bone-E-Boi: BRB
||||||||| chris enters at 7:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
chris: hi
chris: well...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 7:53 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: probation, eh?
||||||||| It's 8:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chris - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bone-E-Boi: I missed everything! What a mess!
Merlyn: I was gone
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 8:10 PM.
Mudhead: What a trip
Merlyn: Mudhead, or Bergman?
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:11 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: mudhead runs around...
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:12 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Mudhead by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:13 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: and the chat drought continues...
Mudhead: Hello Dear Friends
Merlyn: what was all the running around for? Trying to get a good entrance message?
Mudhead: Nah, just setting my lines. I'm fishin over here
Bone-E-Boi: Nuclear family gone fishin
Mudhead: I'm watchin Gov Anthrax on CSPAN
Bone-E-Boi: You must be talking about POWER lines, Chucko.
Mudhead: Arent we all?
Mudhead: I'll do a few lines myself!
Bone-E-Boi: Who sold Saddam his weapons-grade Anthrax?
Bone-E-Boi: Who sold him his bio weapons labs?
Merlyn: weapons-grade anthrax is nothing to sneeze at
Merlyn: but SARS is
Bone-E-Boi: Who sold him the nosecones for his chemical missiles?
Mudhead: Receipt I got says Mutt and Smutt
Merlyn: I have no scones during teatime
Bone-E-Boi: The answer is Ronald Reagan's special emissary to Baghdad Donald Rumsfeld in 1983.
Bone-E-Boi: The U.S. Department of Commerce okayed the deal.
Merlyn: so THAT'S how they knew about the WMD; Rumsfeld hid some in the couch cushions
Mudhead: ok new skit...Bahgdad Booty starring Donny Rumsfeld as Smut and John Ashcroft as Smutt
Mudhead: er as Muitt...
Bone-E-Boi: Who trained and funded Osama bin Laden in 1983?
Bone-E-Boi: The CIA, that's who.
Mudhead: I hate owls
Mudhead: I hate crickets too
Merlyn: owls?
Bone-E-Boi: It's getting kinda sp-sp-sp-spooky in here. But I'm not telling the bald man anything he didn't already tell me on the radio.
Mudhead: who?
Mudhead: If its on the radio its gotta be real
Bone-E-Boi: Commandante Baldy is for real.
Mudhead: Hey Baldy can I use your real for fission? Mines all covered with cricket and owl guts.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with MoonGoon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:42 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: Im getting a drink..Anything for anyone?
Merlyn: get me some ASCII on the rocks
MoonGoon: Hello folks, from dull and dismal Rochester NY... I'll have a Martini.
Merlyn: are you tom hess?
Mudhead: ok my Bone-E-Boi anything for you?
Bone-E-Boi: Is Commandante Baldy in the room?
MoonGoon: Why yes I am... you must be the psychic I ordered.
Bone-E-Boi: I'll have whatever the bald one is having.
Merlyn: we can martinize you if you're tired
Mudhead: comin up...brb
Bone-E-Boi: Yeah, Colin Bowel KNOWS that Saddam has (or had) WMD because the U.S. sold 'em to him.
MoonGoon: Careful... martinizings out of style... carbon tet's where the the fun's at.
Merlyn: hey! Why don't they just read the return address to find those WMDs?
Merlyn: I'm brian westley, moongoon
Bone-E-Boi: I'm not bald, moongoon.
Merlyn: and I'm not bald, moongoon
MoonGoon: Ah hah! All is revealed... except the top of your head.
Bone-E-Boi: Off the top of my head... er, nothing, were it not for the bald one.
Merlyn: because I'm not taller than my hair
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Billville."
MoonGoon: Merlyn: you flasher you... nice work on the site stuff, BTW
||||||||| It's 8:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah,clem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bone-E-Boi: Commandante Baldy is the giver of clues.
Merlyn: thanks, MG...how'd clem die so fast? I gotta keep the reaper in check...
MoonGoon: Barely had time to inhale...
Bone-E-Boi: Killer code.
Merlyn: nothing worse than a buggy reaper
Mudhead: Here are your drinks boyz
Merlyn goes glug, glug, glug
||||||||| ah.clem sneaks in around 8:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Mudhead: Where'd ah Clem go?
Merlyn: sorry about that, clem, the reaper is too quick to reap sometimes...
Mudhead: ahh there you are, Wanta drink?
MoonGoon: Yum... with an onion. Just as I like it; shaken but not shocked.
ah.clem: my fonts were too big...
MoonGoon: I have a pair of fonts in the back yard... the birds love em.
Mudhead: my lines are too long
Merlyn: I think if you just log in and don't say anything before the reaper does a 10 minute check, you get bumped off. I think I can fix it...
Bone-E-Boi: Think I'll lean on this blue crow.
ah.clem: not that Merl, an in kitchen, and this computer has never done this before
MoonGoon: Some sort of exotic cocktail?
Mudhead: Hi Clem Want a drinky-poo?
||||||||| ah.clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, ah.clem exits at 8:57 PM.
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 8:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
llanwydd: evenin folks
Merlyn: no, the reaper is my invention, and I can see how that could happen, and I can fix it...
Mudhead: Hi I
Merlyn: hey llan
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
MoonGoon: Hold it... am in middle of a hug; brb
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:59 PM, dragging Bambi by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Bambi: hi clem, bone, illanwydd, merlyn, moongoon, mudhead
ah,clem: ok, think I am better now, sure, Mudhead! Cheers
Bambi: how are you all this fine thursday evening?
llanwydd: what is the topic of klogversazione this nacht?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 05, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Bone-E-Boi: Tell me if that Mike Cothran makes an appearance. I think he accused me of being a troll. When everyone knows I'm an exceptionally tall garden gnome.
Bambi: was having trouble getting page to load for a couple min. fine now
MoonGoon: back... hard to type with a body in front of the keys.
Bambi: or I would have been here sooner
ah,clem: well, I guess we are here now,
llanwydd: but not all there
ah,clem: right
MoonGoon: Who am us, anyway?
MoonGoon: ...or is it "whom"?
llanwydd: one of you I think
Bone-E-Boi: This cheese log is aging nicely.
llanwydd: oh did the cheese log in yet?
Merlyn: it's standing alone
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctec inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
doctec: jello
MoonGoon: Does cheese age if one just sits and stares at it?
Bambi: hi doctec
Mudhead: Hi doc
llanwydd: hey doc
doctec: hi gang
llanwydd: is that a zen meditation, MG?
Merlyn: hey doc
MoonGoon: It's the Taoist whey...
Bone-E-Boi: I like to sit and watch the yogurt cultures grow.
Mudhead: mg lol
llanwydd: toaist fermentation
Bambi: haven't watched the yogurt cultures grow for over well over 20 years now LOL
MoonGoon: Culture-cam!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bambi: hi yammy
llanwydd: well, they take about 20 years
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Culture Club? Boy, George....
llanwydd: buenos dias seņor
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cease', just granted probation at 9:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
MoonGoon: Don't get me started...
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi
cease: 3 min ago no one was here
Bone-E-Boi: I think we're all vegetables in this cheese log. How many different types of vegetable can you cram into one cheese log, anyway?
doctec: and then POUF - we all showed up!
Merlyn: Caution: new test reaper installed...
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Spontaneous manifestation
llanwydd: evenin cease
Mudhead: i've been here from before the beginning
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi cat
cease: back in van, drinking okanagan apple cidre again
Bone-E-Boi: Tomatoes, of course.
llanwydd: we're hoppin tonight
cease: although the normandy cidre they've got in oakland (and france) is excellent
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: rabbits?
Bone-E-Boi: Mushrooms aren't vegetables, are they?
||||||||| 9:09 PM: klokwkdog jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
llanwydd: 3 years ago no one was here
||||||||| klokwkdog runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's klokwkdog?! It's 9:09 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
cease: eat the wrong mushroom, you might turn into a vegetable
||||||||| klokwkdoggerel enters at 9:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: or some other kinda table
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Mushrooms like it if you call them vegatables, tho
Mudhead: Nah, try some of Clydes Hard Cider from Mystic
klokwkdoggerel: cheese log table
Bone-E-Boi: Is a Martini olive a member of the vegetable kingdom?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: The king
MoonGoon: I'm the new boy in this cheesy bit... I take it some Thursdays are not so fermented?
cease: hi moon
doctec: lili say 'yes it is'
Bone-E-Boi: Pimento.
klokwkdoggerel: wormy chestnut hot cheese log table - that's what Chas. Babbage was trying to compute with his Difference Engine
cease: hi doc. you get my email?
Mudhead: Fresh squezzed, hand crushed
doctec: moonster: yes, as they say, your mileage may vary
llanwydd: having posting difficulty. going to check log. brb
Bone-E-Boi: What's the Difference Engine?
doctec: cat: yep
doctec: have not had time to respond, sorry
cease: i'm collecting jpgs and appropriate urls from the trip for the Travellig Ishikawa go to San Francisco
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto wonders who crushed his hand
Bone-E-Boi: Or is that The What's The Difference Engine?
doctec has not had a lot of time to hisself lately to begin with
cease: whenever, doc
klokwkdoggerel: (kwd has returned unscathed from The Middle of Nowhere diner and does not know, BEB)
Merlyn: how about Σ Freud?
MoonGoon: The precursor to the modern computer... all wheels and gears. Fudd would have loved itr.
cease: not even fully unpacked from sf, just booked our trip to sask today
doctec: the difference engine is a product of the same corporation
Mudhead: Dont drink the bloody bits
cease: babbidge? i thought you said you wanted boiled Cabbage!
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: The difference engin was removed from the apathymobile, but niobody cared
klokwkdoggerel: what, ol' six-sigma Freud? History has proven that he was far from Ford Prefect...
llanwydd: testing
doctec: v-six sigma?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Pass
ah,clem: back now, was opening a window, what did I miss
Bambi: 1,2,3
klokwkdoggerel: ...will not make our kids smarter
MoonGoon: I need more monitor in my monitor!
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: I have a V-8 Sigma
klokwkdoggerel: deep six sigma!
doctec: just the entire history of the western world, clem
llanwydd: you missed boiled cabbage
Bone-E-Boi: Pass the kidney stone, please, Fred.
doctec: film at 11
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: mmmmm
MoonGoon: Hmmm... kidney stone soup.
ah,clem: ok, heard tha one, so in anutshell, nothing...
Bambi: LOL, and that happened so quickly too ... sure we didn't miss more
Merlyn: and kidney beans
Mudhead: I'm passin the bar, drinks anyone?
Bambi: toasted almond, please mudhead
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Passing a bar is rough
doctec: i'm at port, and i'm drinking port
ah,clem: another for me Mudhead,
klokwkdoggerel: deep six sigma!
llanwydd: give me an airhead lite
doctec: good port too!
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: passing a tosted almond's no picnic, ether
MoonGoon: Another Gibson for me, and don't spare the Dr. Bombay!
cease: gee, fisherman's wharf has sure changed since i was last there in 1962
doctec: warre's otima 10 yr old tawny
llanwydd: any port in the storm
Bambi: ah, shanks a rot, mudhead
||||||||| "9:15 PM? 9:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits on the couch.
cease: speaking of ports
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Doc: Listing?
Bone-E-Boi: Cabbage? Don't pass gas.
Bambi: was that a gibson with a double onion?
cease: amazing port in portugal, but you have to go there
klokwkdoggerel: cat: they outed it?
doctec: it's ... the dexmologist!
doctec: hi dex
Dexter Fong: Hey, move over! Gimme some room here....thanks
Bambi: hi dex
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi dex
ah,clem: hi Dex
Mudhead: ok, brb
doctec: no, a gibbon
llanwydd: hey dexterfong
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: sorry only one room per family
cease: hey dex, did you and doc see michelle shocked and bergman?
ah,clem: k
Dexter Fong: Hello all, full house...nice
Bambi: ah, one of those gamey gibbons
Dexter Fong: Cat: Doc did I didn't
klokwkdoggerel: bananna beer!
doctec: i did, didn't know dex would - or did - or didn't
MoonGoon: I usually wedge an onion on each side of the center Tomolive
cease: the firesigns have a line about Gibbon in Tile it LIke it Is
Dexter Fong: Doc: How was the show?
klokwkdoggerel: i'll see your full house and raise the roof, Dex
doctec: it was a hella show
Bone-E-Boi: Chevy Chase and Phil Austin spent an entire hour on the radio talking about farting. Nothing but.
llanwydd: banana beer? is there such a thing
cease: did she sing Come a Long way? my fave
doctec: everyone was in top form, firing on all cylinders and clearly relishing performing in front of an enthusiastic nyc audience
llanwydd: onion wedge. what wine?
MoonGoon: Lucky boy... I went to see Christian Cyborg but wound up just Shocked.
Merlyn: and Dorothy Parker said "it stinks"
cease: this was the Hollywood NIghshift show, right?
Bambi: well, it could have been worse bone
doctec: yeah she did
cease: what did bergman and his new female do?
doctec: she also played a number of tunes from the new album (deep natural)
Bone-E-Boi: That was in 1977777 or thereabouts.
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: If the onion wedge doesn't work, try a five-iron
klokwkdoggerel: sounds suspiciously irrational to me, BEB
MoonGoon: Be sure to replace your divacs.
doctec: shocked had in mind a sort of uso show type format, entertaining the troops of disaffected us citizens who are feeling the effects of a chilling economy and the gradual erosion of their civil rights
Bone-E-Boi: Yes, cease, Hollywood Nightshift.
llanwydd: man it's dead in here tonight. where is everybody
doctec: peter played bob hopeless, maryedith burrell was martha ray'o'light
cease: great idea, doc
Mudhead: ah, here yopu go, drinks all around
cease: i have a bunch of those on tape, bone
cease: splendid
doctec: thanks - here's mud in your head
Bambi: bob hope a century old now
klokwkdoggerel: michelle is obviously deluded: everything here is just fine, DT. no, no, better not send anyone down. uh, a slight reactor leak. uh, I'm fine, just fine. how are you?...
Bambi: bet he really feels it ... don't know how one wouldn't
doctec: unfortunately it would seem that since last friday's show, there's been some kind of falling out - peter and maryedith were not at the rochester ny show this week
llanwydd: I remember bob hope when he was hopeless
MoonGoon: slurp... I should explain. I had the great misfortune to attend the dreaded Rochester show that wasn't.
Merlyn: I thought the movie "American π" was irrational
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dr Headphones inside, makes a note of the time (9:20 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dr Headphones: hello, dear friends
cease: new folks, or at least new names
doctec: and there's no clear indication they'll be back in the show for the rest of the tour
cease: deaf rinds?
Dr Headphones: merlyn: not only irrational, transcendental!
Merlyn: yes doc, MoonGoon is how I found out in the first place that Bergman had left the show...
ah,clem: I feel it and I am not quite Bob's age.
llanwydd: American? what year?
doctec: (wow, 13 people here 2nite - pretty impressive)
Bambi: hi dr hp
klokwkdoggerel: Haven't seen it, Merlyn, but I doubt it will age well - kind of like I Am Curious (Yellow)
Bone-E-Boi: cease: Sell the tapes! Take out an ad on Fred's website!
MoonGoon: From what I read they are splitsville.
doctec: ah
doctec: read? where?
cease: nah
Merlyn: doc, I got email from Peter saying they aren't in the rest of the tour with the possible exception of one date
ah,clem: not quite half even.
Dr Headphones: first time i've seen it *this* busy this early
doctec: are you referring to the post on the michelleshocked.com chat forums?
doctec: ah
doctec: so you did in fact hear from peter today.
MoonGoon: That was me... mightily cheesed.
Dr Headphones: btw, since dex wanted me to have a suitably firesonian name, i've adopted this from "dear friends"
doctec: well, it's too bad, i thought they were a fine addition to the show
Merlyn: yes, email; I'll check out the ms.com forum...
Dr Headphones: a/k/a ken
doctec: i'm glad i got to catch the full show last week then
Dexter Fong: Dr H: Great! =)))))))) Now....who the hell are you???
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: aha
Dexter Fong: Ken!!!!=))))))))
MoonGoon: How did the show run? Was it PB & co. as an opening act, or interspersed?
Bambi: ken ... hi
doctec: dex: i think it's "who the hell ARE you???"
llanwydd: who am you anyway
klokwkdoggerel: Or, if it would be shorter...who the hell aren't you? Or don't you know?
doctec: moongoon: interspersed
Bone-E-Boi: You Double Jeopardy question. "He was the clean old man in Hard Day's Night and the star of the smash hit UK sitcom Steptoe and Son..."
Dr Headphones: i think the good doctor appeared in the small animal administration, but won't swear to that without another listen
Bambi: wondered about the dear friends
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: now I knowq how confused tyou all get when I do that
ah,clem: too many doctors, not enoughpatience.
Bambi: you are the only one I know that says that
Bambi: upon entry
Dr Headphones: yes, clem, but we're working on that. anyone want a free case of SARS?
llanwydd: paul's grandfather
klokwkdoggerel cannot possibly get any more confused at this point in the matter stream
doctec: michell & co. did a song or two at the start, then bob & martha came out & did some updated uso-style shtick, and it was like that for the rest of the evening
Bambi: course I haven't been here that long LOL
doctec: just like a real uso show
Dexter Fong: Doc: You think it'l ever be possible to say anything without somebody recognizing it as having been spoken by one of the 4 or 5 and offering a correction =))
Merlyn: oh MoonGoon, were you Dr Jigmo on the michelle shocked forum?
cease: only half a case. had to split it with the sound effects corpse
klokwkdoggerel: ah! another Canadian interlouper
Bambi: why, are they adding SARS to the list of diseases when we 'ping' out?
doctec: dex: probably not :)
MoonGoon: Gosh, I wish I'd seen it. Yes to the Jigmosity.
cease: i have company?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Was the date of that show known to you.. or rather the show known to you?
Dr Headphones: is jigmo a tibetan name?
MoonGoon: I figured we had too many docs in here already.
cease: you mean hour hour show?
Dr Headphones: moonie: never enough doctors :)
llanwydd: yes jigmo is the dalai llama
klokwkdoggerel: Tibetan names never end in a vowel, unless they move to Japan
Dexter Fong: The date: Cat 6/6/70
doctec: hollywood nightshift i think
cease: i have 7
Merlyn: OK, the phrasing was about the same, and if it was a different person, I'd try to contact them to let them know what happened.
Bone-E-Boi: cease: Do you have a video bootleg of the Chevy Chase episode in which Chevy went into rigor mortis?
MoonGoon: Made up by my immediate super-visor in reference to my job skills, but I have the patent.
cease: yes, i think the first in the series i have is 6/12. i'll check
Dexter Fong: Cat: What are the dates? =)
Dr Headphones: dates are those brown fruits from desert palms. next question, please
doctec: they aren't dates - they're prunes!
klokwkdoggerel: oval squishy things that fall from palm trees in Iraq, Dex
llanwydd: dates are little fruits
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not likely to be 6/12...I have 6/7 not "6" sorry and 6/14/70
Bone-E-Boi: cease: if you had all three weeks of the show... You could get rich selling the bootlegs.
cease: no, my first one is june 7th
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Those are grenades
Dr Headphones: i've BEEN on dates with little fruits
ah,clem: dates-small dried fruits. You eat 'em
llanwydd: you guys are too quick for me
cease: i have the rest in that series until in ended mid july
Dr Headphones: we're too quick for ourselves, too, llany
klokwkdoggerel: the locals got tired of stepping on them, so they shovel them into buckets and sell to gullibile foreigners, kind of like China Gooseberries in New Zealand
ah,clem: lol
Bone-E-Boi: The Friars will not roast Chevy again this year. Twice it's funny.
MoonGoon: cleans the whole system right on down the line.
cease: hey i need a cava break. halibut cakes really dont go with cidre
klokwkdoggerel: Moon: the Republicans?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto pictures a roasted Chevy
llanwydd: the roasters will fry chevy
MoonGoon: No... the PRUNES!
Dr Headphones: moon the republicans? i'll take a quick shower and drive over. won't wear underwear :)
Mudhead: I'll do a line
klokwkdoggerel: Moon: yes, that's what I said
doctec: what's happening with mr. chase these days
MoonGoon: Moon the prunes!
ah,clem: which line, Mudhead?
Merlyn: I hear he's expensive real estate on the east coast
Bambi: well, I guess that's better than prune the moon
Dr Headphones: anyone remember pruneface from the old dick tracy comics? just re-heard the fst refer to that over the weekend
Mudhead: last gig was commencement address at Pomfret school
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Shoot the Moon w/P:unes in June! Ha!
klokwkdoggerel: is that the line you took?
doctec: the line you hooked
Dr Headphones: i got my turntable hooked up, can now hear all that stuff i haven't heard for ages
Bambi: how could we forget that pruneface from dick tracy
Merlyn: pruneface looks like reagan in the Dick Tracy movie
MoonGoon: coincidence? tihnk about it.
Dr Headphones: correction: reagan's brain looks like a prune with all those amyloid plaques
Mudhead: no that is the fission line Im usin at the end of the world nuke reactor here
llanwydd: i'll bet he WAS Reagan
doctec: bambi: heavy dose of tranquilizers works
klokwkdoggerel: well, Dr. H, if you get old enough, it all starts to wrap around and come back at ya
ah,clem: cool Dr. H. Great isn't it?
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Like the hot fist at the end of a long kiss
cease: i am amazed, and depressed that no one else seems to have recorded those great firesign radio shows when they were on
Dr Headphones: lp vinyl IS great stuff. even with pops, clicks, and hiss
Bone-E-Boi: A '64 Chrysler Newport just like the one I almost ran over Chevy with in the parking lot of KROQ... It was used in a sketch on the Tonight Show... Ackroyd and Jim Belushi were on that night... Leno's a car nut, he was in Americathon. Coincidences abound.
ah,clem: so many wires, so little tim constants.
cease: was i the only guy in la with a taperecorder?
Mudhead: Fission for the three eyed fish at the nuke plant
cease: and i was just passing thru, not having lived there since 68
||||||||| 9:32 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
ah,clem: time, that is
Dr Headphones: hey dave
Dexter Fong: 'hyo Dave
Dave: hey guys
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi
Mudhead: hi dave
ah,clem: hi Dave!
doctec: hi dave
MoonGoon: Grid I need a drink...
Merlyn: hey dave
Bone-E-Boi: Chryslers running over Chevys. And what about that cats and the dogs?
Mudhead: Im behind bars
cease: have some cava, moon
Dr Headphones: ah, thank you dr. norton. my swap file has grown too large and he warned me of it
cease: hi dave
cease: hi dave
klokwkdoggerel: cat: who knew? I certainly didn't
ah,clem: LOL Dr. H.
Bone-E-Boi: Too many drinks and I'll almost run over Chevy again.
cease: you werent in la then, klok
cease: actually there's a dude right here in north van who has ALL of the hour hours. he was the station manager at kppc at the time.
Dave: hi Cat
Dave: hi Cat
Dr Headphones: boney: he's doing aflac commercials now. "oh, how the mighty have fallen."
cease: damned if he'll let me listen to them
llanwydd: I've never been in LA
klokwkdoggerel: gee, and all Peter N. ever told me was to beware the Ides of March...
Dave: there's an echo in here
llanwydd: unless you mean Louisiana
Dexter Fong: DrH: You keep files on your swap meets?
cease: probly cuz you're talking to me. i seem to attract echoes
klokwkdoggerel: cat - well, some of us are simply 'way too focused...
Bambi: hi dave
MoonGoon: I'm wondering if PB will do anything w/t Hopeless stuff after all the unpleasantness...
cease: better than echo-location
Dr Headphones: llan: been there, in my humble opinion you haven't missed much--unless you enjoy traffic
cease: echo park
cease: echo park
cease: ecco homo
cease: ecco homo
doctec: dr h: i saw one of those ads the other day - thought the same thing (about the mighty falling) - he must have bills to pay and no movie offers on the horizon
ah,clem: I have never been to LA either and you can't pove a thing.
cease: they were great, dr. h. low spark of high heel boys, et al
Dr Headphones: dex: my on-disk memory. i've got too much running at once and not enough physical mammaries, memory
Bone-E-Boi: The FCC is still investigating those broadcasts on KROQ. Hope I wasn't out of line with that crack about Colin Bowell.
Dave: I now get to see how many IE windows my computer can handle, hehe, this should be interesting
Dexter Fong: Aha A poveter
cease: 40,000 head men one of my all time faves
llanwydd: I love traffic. especially in Winwood
Bambi: I've never been to the rockies
Bambi: or beyond ... yet
llanwydd: somebody beat me to that joke
klokwkdoggerel: Hi! I'm Peter Norton, informing you that your swap file has been traded for four complete hi-rate MP3s of the latest Jewel album! Aren't you lucky?! So don't fret about that resume you were typing, just relax to the mellow sounds of...
cease: ah, clem. i'd love to say i've never been to la, but unfortunately, i lived there from 56-69
Dr Headphones: llan: lol--took me a minute or two to "get" that one, but i did
MoonGoon: but I been to Oklahoma...
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Dave I had 227 open at once
Merlyn: MG, firesign typically owns material that they write, so bergman can probably use the stuff again sometime
cease: never been off your rocker, bambi?
cease: pity
doctec: they aren't dates - they're prunes!
llanwydd: pitied prunes?
Dr Headphones: yam: i had a cat stand on my F1 key once, had about 50 help windows open at once
Dave: I need to pick up Jewels' Pieces of You album, damn she's got a great voice
doctec used to *live* by those peter norton books - back in the bad old days of the 8088 & 80286
Dave: so if that Jewel thing was a joke, oops, I took it seriously
Dr Headphones: doc: i still have his "dos 6 explained" (or some such title)
Dexter Fong: and the 40143
cease: there was a robert smigel cartoon about her on snl a few years ago. about all i know of her
Mudhead: ah doc the good old daze
klokwkdoggerel: they are dried facimilies of perfect fruit in its younger days...kind of like actors...
cease: funny cartoon, as usual from him
llanwydd: Dr. your cat has bad karma
cease: hey klok, thanks for 40,000 heads up about that birdman thing
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: I had a 90210 once
Bone-E-Boi: Rod Stewart almost ran over me with his Rolls Royce once. In L.A., almost running over someone is a form of flattery.
MoonGoon: That's what I figgered... battle hardened and wizzened.
doctec: jewel is just a little too wrapped up in herself for my tastes
Merlyn: Austin just emailed me that he won't be able to make it tonight after all...
ah,clem: web a little slow here, so I will have to read log to make nonsenseof all this.
cease: i should have tried to find it when i was in the states, but i dont think my hotel or my friends had comedy central
klokwkdoggerel: cat - huh?
Bone-E-Boi: Close the curtain, Fred.
Bambi: well, at least he let someone know ;)
doctec: merl: too bad
cease: unless you're, who was that yuppy, abby hoffman's partner, forget his name, famous guy who did get run over in la
klokwkdoggerel: did i press the rong key?
Dr Headphones: clem: that's impossible, regardless of your speed or lack thereof ;)
doctec: well, there's always next week
Dexter Fong: BeB: I think Fred has closed the curtain
doctec: beb: lol
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto has never heard Jewel
cease: didnt you send me salon thing about new? cartoon, harvey birdman?
klokwkdoggerel: oh, yeah
llanwydd: read about fred. If you mean freditor
Dr Headphones: yam: she's a yodeler. not a bad looking girl, but too skinny for my tastes
llanwydd: yes he closed the curtain
ah,clem: Kill the birds,....dim out the sun Manny.
klokwkdoggerel: i did send that, cat, for the FST ref
doctec: actually, i did research (after reading klok's email and reading salon article) - first show was two years ago
cease: and the famous yuppy traffic victim is....
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: swiis?
doctec: the shows the salon writer was fawning over are from last year
cease: he's quoting HOw Time Flies, one of the best
Dr Headphones: alaskan
llanwydd: bang bang
cease: i saw Hey Joel the other night. most dissapointing
cease: canada seems to get the dregs
Dexter Fong: Billy Joel?
llanwydd: joel who?
doctec: what i'm really looking fwd to is stripparella and ren & stimpy on spike tv later this month
klokwkdoggerel: Dr. H - I've always wanted to hear her do "Hocus Pocus" with the people from Focus; that would be a trip. Incredible live shows she does.
cease: Jerry Rubin! that's it
doctec: billy jewel?
MoonGoon: I thought they sent the dregs down south to us!
Bone-E-Boi: I'll go and never come back if Phil agrees to burn all of the letters I sent him in the 1970s. I promise.
Dr Headphones: klok: i had the same thought myself
Dexter Fong: MG: That was the Dixie Cups
klokwkdoggerel: also it seems appropos that she does a cover of "Someday Soon", if her current squeeze holds out
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Moon: Dixie Dregs
MoonGoon: I heard rumors that JohnK was revving up the R&S engine again... is it real now?
Dr Headphones: who's her current squeeze?
Dexter Fong: Manfred Mann
klokwkdoggerel: some champieen rodeo dude
cease: you think he still has them, bone?
MoonGoon: CSY: awk awk!
Merlyn: yes, MG, ren & stimpy should be back soon
Dr Headphones: mr whipple, i suppose
cease: and the winner and new champeen is....
Bone-E-Boi: Yeah, All comedy writers are blackmailers. They have to be.
Dexter Fong: Canadian too
klokwkdoggerel: also, would be fun to have a Duets session twixt her and Heather Nova...
cease: black adders?
MoonGoon: What about vocal talent... Any word?
Dexter Fong: Lack bladders?
llanwydd: ok. who blackmailed who
Dexter Fong: Whom
Dr Headphones: don't piss me off, dex
klokwkdoggerel: How about "food", Moon?
Dave: BTW, just because I'm still a kid inside I guess, I would recomend Weird Al's new album it's got a song in the style of Zapaa that is just great, the whole album is pretty good though
cease: you have talented vocals, moon?
ah,clem: gritty kitty... no sir, I didn't ike it.
Dave: just thought I'd share that
Dexter Fong: DrH: Go feed your kittens
Bambi: just how you like it
cease: you know enough of his work to recognize a style of zappa now, dave?
Dr Headphones: dex: momma still does that. see the definition of "mammal" for more info
cease: that's a steep learning curve
MoonGoon: I'm partial to that cheese log, if someone wants to whack me off a hunk.
Dr Headphones: they are only 11 days old
cease: a veritable Billy the Mountain
Bone-E-Boi: Glad you mentioned Zappa. I was thinking about his reference to a "strange purple jello" a few minutes back.
Bambi: speaking of your kittens ken ... how are they doing?
Dexter Fong: MG: You'll have to whack yourself off
klokwkdoggerel: kwd was listening to LJ on BBC 3 and caught a spanish version of smoke on the water and from DJ then learned the whole sad story about the flare gun and the Zappa show and the burning of Montreaux
Dr Headphones: bambi: very active and very loud
ah,clem: everyone wants a lo.
ah,clem: log
MoonGoon: I knew THAT one wouldn't last a nanosecond.
doctec: moongoon: read the posts at bb.bbboy.net/motlos
Dexter Fong: Came quick didn't it
ah,clem: refresh cut me off that time
klokwkdoggerel: ...it followed a hilarious Castillian Gipsy version of "Walk on the Wild Side"...
doctec: that's where you'll get the latest info on the ren & stimpy revival
Bone-E-Boi: Unbind/your mind/there is/no time/boing/to lick your stamps/and paste them in/discorporate/and we'll begin
klokwkdoggerel: ...the gathering of revolutionary forces...
Dr Headphones: talk about yer stream of consciousness poetry....
MoonGoon: All kids love log, don't they...
klokwkdoggerel: for sure...
Dexter Fong: really!
Bambi: from blamo!
cease: at uncle willy's pad
llanwydd: only if you want to be...
ah,clem: the main stream nets killed the wren and stimpy movement
Bone-E-Boi: Hey, punk, where ya going with those beads around your neck? I'm going to the shrink so he can help me be a nervous wreck
ah,clem: the tought it a children's program.
Bambi: yes they did ... stifled the writers
Dexter Fong: Video killed the Radio star
Mudhead: not any longer
Dr Headphones: well, folks, i've got work to do around here; company coming over the weekend and hte house has to look less lived-in :) will check back in next week (if not later tonight)
cease: by doc
doctec: time to take a (possibly permanent) break from all the festivities - i may be back, then again i may not
klokwkdoggerel: nite Dr. H: when you awake, you will remember everything...
Bone-E-Boi: Chevy was a nervous wreck, too, eventually.
Mudhead: ciao Dr.
MoonGoon: I lust for the extreme nasal closeup (complete w/goblins)
Dexter Fong: Kend^: Be well...gonna send you a present
||||||||| At 9:49 PM, Dr Headphones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bambi: see ya ken
doctec: lili is feeling under the weather and needs some THC - er, TLC
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: ok
doctec: (well, maybe both)
ah,clem: fired the creator, you mean, Bam...
cease: whatever
klokwkdoggerel: nite DT, keep 'em flyin'
Dexter Fong: Doc: Your present is in the mail
Bone-E-Boi: go man go
Dave: later both docs
Bambi: bummer about lili not feeling well ... has she been feeling under the weather since her birthday?
Bambi: hi to lili!
Mudhead: Doc take some of mine
Bambi: ah, yeah clem ... :)
doctec: do a google search on ren & stimpy - there are a couple of sites that go into detail about all the screwed up things nickelodeon did with regard to how ren & stimpy production was handled
cease: get well soonest
ah,clem: and took what they "thought" was a concept
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Elayne in through the front door at 9:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: THC = Teary Home Companion
doctec: dex: re present: thanks. now what about my future
cease: hi el
klokwkdoggerel: where B ken tonite?
doctec: hi w
Elayne: Wow, looks like a record number of folks here tonight! Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hey Elayne: how was Philly
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Oi E
Bone-E-Boi: what's the ugliest part of your body? Some say it's your nose. Some say it's your toes. But I think it's your mind.
doctec: sorry i can't hang out long, lili is not feeling well tonight
cease: its a new record every time
Bambi: hi elayne
Dexter Fong: Doc: Don't tense up buddy
klokwkdoggerel: eve E
Mudhead: HI E
Dave: hello Elayne, which side of the record am I on?
cease: nothing like a feud on alt.ft to pull in a crowd
llanwydd: hi e
ah,clem: wasJohn K comedy that made that first season rock.
MoonGoon: And who's watching?
Elayne: Philly was tough, Dex. Leah's a real trouper, she and the boys are doing amazingly well considering her husband's/their dad's sudden death.
cease: i've been here 40 min and no one's even hit anyone yet
Elayne: But it was a very emotionally wrought weekend nonetheless, and I still haven't recovered.
klokwkdoggerel: a side effect of solar radiation or something no doubt (gwen s b far bhind?)
llanwydd: people like you
doctec: so y'all have a good evenin', take care & i'll catch ya on the flip side
doctec: have a better one
doctec: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzip
Mudhead: Drinks anyone?
Elayne: Bye Tom!
Bone-E-Boi: a plague upon your ignorance that keeps youth from the truth it deserves
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: I haven't gone to the NG in so long
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctec by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
ah,clem: people like Barney, and, ah,clem
MoonGoon: Bye doc
Dexter Fong: Cat: Here! Uh! Take this wet kiss on the end of my hot fist
Bambi: wow...
cease: by doc. health soonest to lili
llanwydd: sol ong dok
cease: but, that's My fist
Bone-E-Boi: keeps the young from the truth they deserve, I think it was.
cease: sounds korean, llan
klokwkdoggerel: you idiot! it's a fine mess you've gotten us in now!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:52 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving karen coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Mud: You work in a bar or saloon...always pushing drinks...Unfortunately they never get here =))
llanwydd: it's tie
Elayne: But I highly recommend the Reading>http://www.readingterminalmarket.org">Reading Terminal Bus Market, if y'all are ever in the Philly area.
Bone-E-Boi: You're fired! You're all fired! Phil didn't have the guts to show up so I could fire his ass!
Elayne: Ick, that embedding didn't work, sorry.
Mudhead: Just consider me a pusher
cease: tiny doc tim used to own a saloon. put him off beer forever, or so he told us before ordering one at a seattle bar during the firesign festivities
cease: hi karen
cease: hi karen
Bone-E-Boi: Phil, you're fired! And that goes for the rest of you!
klokwkdoggerel: yes, but you may have debuted the first strikeout in chat history, E!
Dexter Fong: BeB: YOu can't fire me...YOu never hired me....or Fred either for that matter
cease: watch out for the burmese army!
ah,clem: will be in log though, El
MoonGoon: My shoes are on fire!
klokwkdoggerel: watch out for mission of burma, too
ah,clem: link will survive
Elayne: Oh, I've done strikeouts before, klok. It's the embedded URLs I can't seem to get right.
Bone-E-Boi: I'll have a valium and prozac highball, please.
llanwydd: bar smell bad enough to put anyone off beer
Dexter Fong: MG: Piss on 'em...never mind, let me
cease: they made me take my shoes off leaving sf airport, but not going to your country.
Elayne: Math class is tough Strikeouts are easy.
cease: so now you're worrying about Exporting terror?
llanwydd: i mean bars plural
Bone-E-Boi: Okay, you got me, I'm a retard.
klokwkdoggerel: E; I have given up on them. I just go to the doctor, pay the $65 and have them removed sugically. Those drugstore potions don't work for me.
Dexter Fong: Il: Mother's Milk, I say
cease: mars bars further exploration
cease: your line, wasnt it, merl?
cease: your line, wasnt it, merl?
Bone-E-Boi: My hair is long... I must be Jesus Retardo!
Elayne: Well, if it's drugs you want, the old doctor can help!
llanwydd: i'm a retread
MoonGoon: Ahh... that's better. Nothing like a golden shower in the evening to refresh the toe fungus.
Elayne: Oops, not if all the supplies are in the other room, he can't. BRB.
Mudhead: We take drugs preety seriously around here
klokwkdoggerel: yes, but the YOUNG doctors are much more knowledgeable about which drugs are the best!
cease: are you a firesign fan, karen?
Dexter Fong: Young Doctors...roaming the street...contacting their HMO's thru cell phones
Bone-E-Boi: We're all ready for regrooving.
llanwydd: didn't see karen come in. hi karen
ah,clem: actually, Monn a shower o that type might just cure it.
Mudhead: klok: did you fix your tube?
cease: my hair was long until yesterday, bone. thankfully Fumiyo mowed most of it off as it's hotter than Heater in hellmouth north
Dexter Fong: Me neither Il: Hi Karen
Elayne: Back again. Need my extra-special painkillers today, I crushed my fingertip in a file cabinet earlier this afternoon.
Mudhead: ouch
cease: ouch
ah,clem: if you have toe fungus, pee on it.
klokwkdoggerel: it broke off in the block, Mud
Bone-E-Boi: But I don't want to watch Eminem on MTV all day.
Dave: I really need to listen to more of the FST stuff, but, hey, maybe over the summer
Dexter Fong: E: Was it under C for Crush or O for ouchy
Bambi: I can't seem to get the blue pill
Bone-E-Boi: It'll kill your mother.
Elayne: Yep. Couldn't really stand to type with it again until a few minutes ago.
MoonGoon: I'm ready for that virtual toke now...
Elayne: Dex - Z for Zetz.
Bambi: or use tea tree oil :)
cease: never the wrong time to listen to firesign, dave
cease: did you hear those mushroom shows yet?
Mudhead: MG comin up
Dexter Fong: E: Ts for tsurus
Elayne: Wait a second, Moon - it's supposed to be virtual? Oh my goodness...
cease: oh, you forgot the glass
Dave: no not yet, been swamped with shit these past few weeks, will get to them though
cease: shit is not something you want to be swamped with
Elayne: And I keep saying to myself, "don't burn the finger, don't burn the finger," so of course I just brushed the lit end against the finger...
Dexter Fong drifts off to the kitchen where Mudhead is preparing a "perfect" Martonni
Mudhead: forgot to drain the pool?
ah,clem: please stand by, I am working on a rich protien stew...
Elayne: But at least it helps increase my typing speed!
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, just remember, "when you're up to your ass in alligators..."
MoonGoon: Well that explains a lot... I thought holding my breath for an hour might do the trick but I was misinfirmed.
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| karen - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: is it primordial, clem?
cease: ok, then i'll hold off on the radio mp3s. just back from san francisco trip, must prepare for upcoming saskatchewan trip and also listed condo today which means we actually have to Clean the fucker!
cease: do you have the feeling karen was never really here at all?
cease: at happens
cease: at happens
Bambi: ah, rich protein stew
ah,clem: close now, that iswhy I must attend to it. BRB
Bone-E-Boi: Hip hop is so limited. I much prefer Kathleen Battle.
klokwkdoggerel: (the ooze coming out of your TV set when it's on the Discovery Channel?)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
MoonGoon: The poor girl was lurking in reverse...
Bambi: yummmmm
Elayne: Dangerous to lurk in reverse. You can get your finger caught that way.
klokwkdoggerel: urking in peverse?
cease: elayne, you'll have to come to north van again (with doc, lili, and dr jawn) and see the new place
Bone-E-Boi: They're dropping like flies.
klokwkdoggerel: and receive the Orange Crush
Bambi: would that be the red hot ooze or the slimy ooze?
Elayne: Absolutely, Cat! Find us a comic book convention in the area. ;)
cease: it's one of those things you want to see before you die, like Venice
Merlyn: hey, I'm not gone now...
llanwydd: ever heard kathleen sing "summertime"? exquisite
MoonGoon: When I first learned to drive all I could do was lurk in reverse...
klokwkdoggerel: depends on what the toppings are, Bambi
cease: i thought janis joplin had the diffinitive version of that song, illan
Dave: oh hey, guess what, my health teacher let me drive his car last thursday, er, friday, but that was fun, i didn't go very fast and he messed up his directions (we didn't hit anything/anyone though)
cease: i'll start a convention just for you, el.
llanwydd: janis joplin?! I can't imagine
Dexter Fong believes there are a multiplicity of deffinitive "Summertimes"
Bone-E-Boi: If they catch me listening to "Summertime" they'll send me to the Rave Til You Die GHB Overdose.
cease: one of the best acts of singing i've ever heard, illan
Merlyn: right out of hear no evil, see no evil
Elayne: I think I'd better go. The index finger's throbbing again (maybe it's going to rain some more!)...
cease: it is a classic
Elayne: Next week, when perhaps I shall be intact.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:04 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Bambi: LOL
cease: yet so is Cast Your Fate, but none could ever best Vince's original
cease: by el
cease: by el
Dexter Fong: Elayne is known for her tact
klokwkdoggerel: yes, Janis' may have been the one for our generation (boomers) but not in the long run
Bambi: see ya elayne
klokwkdoggerel: any day, now, any way now...
Bambi: (for the log ;)
MoonGoon: I can't believe that index finger is still there, wriggling around on the floor.
Bone-E-Boi: Agony, XTC, playing imperfect harmony
klokwkdoggerel: nite E
Dexter Fong: Cat: There's something of a difference: Summertime being a composed song/lyrics...CYF being essentially an improvisation
cease: the next time the ghost of not quite dead yet johnny carson asks, "how fast was it?" an image of elayne should immediately appear
Mudhead: Here I'll soak it in cider
cease: he siad the magic word. and we drank him
cease: they seem partial to pear cidre in bay area
Dexter Fong: He sighed, "The Magic Word"
Bone-E-Boi: Disguised as designer water.
klokwkdoggerel: There are certainly moments where Birdsongs of the Mesozoic's "Rite of Spring" excerpt is transcendent, but I'd still want an orchestral version around...
Dexter Fong: I'd like some of that heavy waer please
llanwydd: bani-sidr?
Bambi: maybe eat a garlic clove whole
cease: open wide, dr. oppenheimer
Bambi: works in Zork
Dexter Fong: Like Eleanor Roosevelt?
klokwkdoggerel: the duck came down with the word and the word was...lithium deuturide...
Bambi: or was that Zork 2
Dexter Fong: That's a Nazi duck!!!
Dave: guys I got shit to do, I should shove off in to the toilet of my life and float in to the sewer of schoolwork, peace yall
klokwkdoggerel: only in Walter Matthau's impersonations, Dex
MoonGoon: What wa the old chem class joke? "for what he thought was H20 was H2SO4"
Mudhead: Ciao Dave
Dexter Fong: WM impersonated Eleanor Roosevelt?
klokwkdoggerel: nacht Dave
Dave: "so much sorrow, and pain, still I will not, live in veign" Ben Harper
cease: dave, i may or may not have written some more groucho dialogue for you in sf.
Bone-E-Boi: Schoolwork? Heck no, I'm 46 years old.
||||||||| "10:07 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dave, who then runs out through the frence doors and down through the garden.
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
klokwkdoggerel: yeah, in that spy movie, Dex
cease: see ya later
Mudhead: Franklin Lets have a war
klokwkdoggerel: what was it...oh, Hopscotch
Bambi: night dave
llanwydd: I'm imagining an old farmer as Groucho's guest just casually mentioning lithium deuturide and being surprised by the duck
Merlyn: where's MY lithium?
Dexter Fong: Eleanor Roosevelt...hopped up on Scotch..no wonder FDR was off to the "Hot" springs
Bone-E-Boi: Manic depression is a frustrating mess.
klokwkdoggerel: no one expects an exploding thermonuclear duck!
MoonGoon: Oops.. just used it to grease my bike chain. Sorry...
Dexter Fong: "Close the Lithium, Fred"
Merlyn: would that be the thermonuclear duck & cover?
llanwydd: "I was out fixin my 1934 lithium deuturide one day...
klokwkdoggerel: i agree, BEB, but I can hardly muster the energy to write about it sometimes
Dexter Fong: The nuclear canard?
Mudhead: Just fission for mor lines
MoonGoon: ... and bake at 350 million degrees for one hour, or until singed.
Bone-E-Boi: Fire and water don't mix. But fire and a Pisces working for scale = filet of soul.
cease: still woking for scale, pisces?
Mudhead: that duck sang
Dexter Fong: Il: If you take the Intake valves form an 1921 Morgan Stanley and stroke the boar, you'll get better performance
ah,clem: packaging for tis program is very slightly radioactive....
cease: boar sugar?
Bone-E-Boi: Fire sign, water sign. "More steam" - Sonny Liston
MoonGoon: Whack me off another hunk 'o that there cheese log...
Dexter Fong: Them pigs is sure sweet
Bone-E-Boi: The full quote is "how's about some more steam?"
Dexter Fong: MG: Please...you were told what to do
llanwydd: what a blast!
Bambi: which pieces
Mudhead: hmm, stroked boar
klokwkdoggerel: nobody ever told me what to do...and apparently, I did it...
cease: anchor steam beer not nearly as good as i remember it from 30 years ago
cease: but then, what is?
cease: but then, what is?
Bone-E-Boi: If our autos were steam-powered, would we be threatened by a Global Humidity Crisis?
Dexter Fong: Klok: See how well it worked
MoonGoon: I did, but things got a little soft around the edges, so I stopped.
Dexter Fong: BEB: Or a drought
klokwkdoggerel: anchor steam beer was not that good 20 years ago when i first tried it.
cease: but the normandy cidre was superb
Bone-E-Boi: Keep trying it. It will taste better and better.
cease: not that i didnt miss home, but at least i didnt miss it as much!
MoonGoon: The car that runs on BEER. The Pilsener 88!
Mudhead: If your gonna whack anything off, try these stroked boars
klokwkdoggerel will stick with Negra Modelo for now
Dexter Fong: Mud: Well done! =))) Never let anything go to waste I say
MoonGoon: Only if they're smothered in Memphis BBQ
||||||||| Outside, the 10:15 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Rotonoto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: hey roto
cease: the problem with travel is that it's a lot of work finding things as good as what you['re used to back home, whatever they be
klokwkdoggerel: it's the one beer to have when you're having only one ;-)
Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto! Like too much exhaust! All choked up
cease: hi roto.
Rotonoto: hi guise
Bambi: hi roto
Bambi: roto/dave
cease: got rs/box in mail to you today
klokwkdoggerel: (sings) stuck down here in Memphis with the Mobile BBQ again...
klokwkdoggerel: eve roto
llanwydd: with the neon mudmen?
Rotonoto: Roto has been spouting off for weeks now...
Merlyn: hey roto
Dexter Fong: Yes Friends: When you BBQ with Mobile high-test, it's over in a flash
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi
Bambi: LOL
cease: 1st year universtiy, northridge, 1968, had to analyze that song for english class
cease: still recall all the words, i suppose
Dexter Fong: OI SY
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Tooth is killing me
Bone-E-Boi: You're FIRED, Merlyn! Phil, I know you're hiding around here somewhere. You're FIRED! You're all FIRED!
Rotonoto: I hear you snickering Bambi :o)
cease: you back, oi?
llanwydd: what a job!
cease: almost, bone e. it's hotter than hellnostrils in north van tonight
Rotonoto: boy, watch out! don't give Roto a forum...
Merlyn: my analyze over the ocean...
Dexter Fong: BEB: All right...if SY whacks you off, will you calm down
cease: steve jobs?
Bambi: do ya now
klokwkdoggerel: cat - I'm terribly frightened. no one in NC even allowed us to discuss Dylan in class
Bambi: well, I have seen the stirring of the pot
Bone-E-Boi: SY?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Not me
Dexter Fong: Yeah him
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: no way
Dexter Fong: Way
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: he's got c00ties
Rotonoto: Nor Me! (nor me!)
cease: i got an A in that class for being the only person to not deduce Mr Tambourine Man was about drugs
llanwydd: to analyze his lyrics? life is too short
cease: speaking of pot
cease: speaking of pot
MoonGoon: No stems no schticks that you don't need...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'WCGuy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bambi: no dylan in class ... now that is a travasty
Bambi: travesty
klokwkdoggerel: that's nothing - I've seen the coming of the Army of the Lord (and before all is over, a Christian flag will fly once more over Jerusalem!)
Dexter Fong: Hey JR
Bone-E-Boi: Get out, Fong. You, too, Yamamoto! All of you!
llanwydd: what a waste of mental energy
cease: wc fields forever
Merlyn: hey wc
WCGuy: Dex, hope all is well
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: oi
cease: bidets for a long time
Mudhead: Im about the drugs...Anyone want any?
Bambi: hi wcguy
Dexter Fong kicks Bone-E-Boi for being obstreperous
Rotonoto: everyone calls him WCguy
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Bidet's th e fountain
WCGuy: Merl....stopped by for the fireworks. Or are they over?
Bambi: oh, hi WCguy
Merlyn: no fireworks so far
Bambi: all better now :)
cease: oddly calm, wc
MoonGoon: The Bug's into drugs
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: No fireworks. Tactical nukes @ 409 paces
Bone-E-Boi: "Obstreperous, purple and clairvoyant" - Steve Martin
klokwkdoggerel wonders how anyone can manage to type "obstreperus...obstreperos...obstreperous...whatever" this late at night
Dexter Fong: WC: We've pretty much been statying away from that
WCGuy: John works just as well, Rot
ah,clem: only the smoke remains...
Dexter Fong: Klok: Technique! My Boy!
MoonGoon: OK, I'm ready for that reallly BIG hit!
cease: this would be a perfect place for an argument such as has been transpiring in alt.ft
klokwkdoggerel: haven't the Republicans introduced legislation legalizing concealed carry of tactical nukes nationwide?
cease: multiple voices all at once
Mudhead: pass that pipe..er tube
WCGuy: Oh, where is the fun when you want it....after this week's barrage of messages I figured there would be a blood bath here tonight.
Dexter Fong: !!!WHAM!!!!!
llanwydd: obstreporis is a sore throat isn't it?
Rotonoto: what have I been missing, cat?
cease: how postiively firesonian
Bone-E-Boi: You frogs don't know a hop in hell about American crime.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Please God, no
cease: i'm not miss cat. i'm a married feline!
Rotonoto: yah, it's just criminal...
klokwkdoggerel: positively everything, Roto
cease: me too, wc
klokwkdoggerel: and Positively Fourth Street, too
MoonGoon: Ahhh (long exhale). Much beater.
cease: not so much blood as seltzer
cease: not so much blood as seltzer
Dexter Fong: not so much blood as selter?
cease: no god please cat
Dexter Fong: not so much blood as seltzer?
Rotonoto: gee, I will have to download the past month's headers from alt.fst and read them with relish
WCGuy: Seltzer is good.
cease: are we an echo in hear?
klokwkdoggerel: that's from Faulkner, isn't it, Dex?
llanwydd: blood is thicker than seltzer
Merlyn: try mustard
Dexter Fong: Roto: It's good to catchup
MoonGoon: Alka-Seltzer is better
WCGuy: Dex..seltzer or a good old fashioned pie fight.
cease: relish war?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Get relish in yr Keyboard, don't blame me
klokwkdoggerel: not to mention the footers, Roto. never forget to tip the footers
Dexter Fong: Klok: Everything is from Faulkner
Rotonoto: yah, and seltzer doesn't clot anywhere near as good
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Dr Scholls, et al
cease: last week, i think fred's frist appearance here. i was only here tangentially
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: I missed it
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: atch
Bone-E-Boi: I just can't believe it. Mike Cothran insinuated that I'm a troll?
Rotonoto: you mean give a tip to the high noble of board footmen?
cease: i wondered, was that a precursor to last couple days news-feud?
MoonGoon: But it will take out those awful stains on the sheets.
klokwkdoggerel: no, some things are from Margaret Atwood in Canada: be nice, Dex, we have Foreign Visitors
llanwydd: Blood and Seltzer would be a great novel
cease: is mike here?
Bambi: clem and I were told we missed the entire civilization of the western world when we were only a few minutes late LOL
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: And whien yr teeth
klokwkdoggerel: and, considering the hour, Amahal might show up, too...
Rotonoto: oh goodie- a feud! :o)
Merlyn: blood and seltzer was the old rudolph valentino movie
Bambi: right clem?
Dexter Fong: Notify Infernal Security...foreigners!
Merlyn: done in fizz-o-vision
cease: sound like hitchikers' guide, bambi
Rotonoto: it's so sad when bozos start beating and clubbing, though...
cease: i've never felt more of a foreigner in your country than last week
Bambi: LOL
Merlyn: they honk when you club 'em!
WCGuy: Who is feuding? I should be paying more attention.
llanwydd: valentino! LOL
llanwydd: I saw that one!
klokwkdoggerel: you know, I finally figured out that there's not much money in guiding hitchhikers...
MoonGoon: They try and try but the inflatable bats do no good at all.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Come more often then
cease: i think gw bush has you all on a bullet train to hell
cease: fuck no, dex
cease: fuck no, dex
Bambi: you may be right, I can't decide
WCGuy: No, Klok...but they have purses and wallets and....
Dexter Fong: Cat: You don't have to get huffy about it
Rotonoto: aw, a lot of us like canucks, cat- heck, I even lived up there for 3 years- fond memories and all
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: Bullet Train? Try SST
cease: i may post tales of the odd violence directed at me on a webtale, or then again, i may not
Dexter Fong: Yeah Roto: And the view of the falls is *much* better from the Canadian side, eh?
Rotonoto: there's an echo in here
cease: huffy the vampire slayer?
Rotonoto: 's an echo in here
llanwydd: ssst? why are you whispering online?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: A concorde @ full throttle gheading straight down
Rotonoto: yah, man! falls! spray!
cease: so you say, roto
klokwkdoggerel: I got a Fond Memory just across the Peace Bridge in Niagara Falls, but it was cheaply made and fell apart in months...
Dexter Fong: Sssst: High noise level on Sony taperecorder
MoonGoon: Hardly a whisper...
cease: no, i went down to do some research and hang out with friends, eat good food, etc.
Rotonoto: echo in here
cease: all accomplished. but it was fucking weird!
Rotonoto: ere
klokwkdoggerel: get a Nagra, Dex
Dexter Fong: ....in here
WCGuy: Back in a few, kids. Gotta put the kids to bed.
Rotonoto: e
Bambi: really ... I had't noticed
cease: by wc
Dexter Fong: Klok: I don't drink beer
MoonGoon: Could be me passing gas (music).
cease: dont land in the outhouse
llanwydd: putting goats to bed?
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto: gonna get some sleep. Later all
Bambi: yeah, the outback would be better
Dexter Fong: Cat: But it's a Bishops Bum 2 Holer
||||||||| Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto?! It's 10:28 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bone-E-Boi: Save the Bozos!
Bambi: night yammy
MoonGoon: Vaya con dios
Mudhead: Im almost out, that little red needles pointing to E
cease: gimme those groat cakes, or i kill you, white man
klokwkdoggerel can only afford a few a week, buys really chewy beer
cease: by yam
Dexter Fong: E means acceptance
Rotonoto: senor is tired from the war between the bozos?
Merlyn: quick watson, the red needle!
cease: is this your beer night, klok?
klokwkdoggerel: speaking of passing indians...URL coming up
llanwydd: boinos nochies, yama
Mudhead: Not that commie needle
cease: but it's pointing to E, mr. holmes
Rotonoto: R means xcellence! and peer acceptance
Dexter Fong: Klok: Why not just try wheat, barley and water, and let it sit in your mouth a few months
Bone-E-Boi: Fred is a bozo. Some would use his blubber to manufacture perfume.
llanwydd: what's my next step to be?
Mudhead: a horny pipe
Dexter Fong: BEB: A whale of a tale
MoonGoon: A fermentation grenade!
cease: you'll be getting a handsome simulfax copy of red shift and bonus play, Box of Time, in the mail as soon as surfacely possible, roto
llanwydd: eau de blubber?
klokwkdoggerel: what, make beer like the Egyptians did? I'll leaven that to Steve Martinski
Rotonoto: LF foreward, RF foreward, LF left, RF left, LF step on RF...
Dexter Fong: eau de horror, man, de horror
cease: king toot
cease: legion of honor museum kicks king tut's ass
Dexter Fong: Ankha!
MoonGoon: You'd have to have someone you love hold you upside down and shake you in order to start the process.
klokwkdoggerel: shipping the losers to...Morocco: http://talkingpointsmemo.com/june0301.html#060203411pm
Rotonoto: the famous eau de 'orror de paris? very limited edition
klokwkdoggerel: no, no, no, Moon: that just clears your display
Dexter Fong: MG: You just won't quit will you...one pperverse suggestion after another
cease: my fave painting of all time is Joseph the Carpenter by Geroge de la Tour, which I saw in the Louvre in 1980
MoonGoon: I do try...
cease: unfortunately that wing of the Louvere was closed when we were there last year
Merlyn: it's got wings?
Rotonoto: that actually happened to young nephew at county fair- bullies inverted him by ankles, shook change out of pockets (I'm not makin' this up, honest!)
Dexter Fong: Not to be trying...to be doing, grasshopper
cease: but totally unaware , i took long taxi ride up to legion of honour and first room i walked in had 2 la tours i'd never heard of!
WCGuy: Fav: Seraut: Sunday Afternoon....(was fav long before the musical).
klokwkdoggerel: i looked at that stuff. yeah, it's from 3000 BC, and it was covered with gold leaf. but i thought, "what a bunch of crap" I was glad i lived in the 20th century...
llanwydd: you saw Joe the carpenter in the loo?
MoonGoon: Try to do, or do try, or die trying?
Rotonoto: )I guess that bullies don't count as 'loved ones' though...)
klokwkdoggerel: Merlyn - yeah, the Louvere had wings added so it could fly away if the Guggenheim ever came up from Bilbao and attacked it
cease: the thing about the brand new, to me, de la tour is relavent to firesing
Rotonoto: ( (
Dexter Fong: Roto: Hate the sin, love the sinner
cease: if you really like a particular artist, you'l find something of that which you love about them in any of their work
Merlyn: or before frank guery could get his hands on it
Rotonoto: indeed, brother
Rotonoto: testify...
llanwydd: Ithink I've missed de la tour
cease: or feelers
klokwkdoggerel: I think the Japanese made a horror movie on that subject. Or was it just a layout in Architectural Digest? Forget.
Bone-E-Boi: I'm going to be auctioning transcripts of tonight's chat at eBay.
WCGuy: Cease, I think it is the other way around....when you find something you love, you then love the artist.
cease: i'll bid 4 cents
llanwydd: japanese architecture IS horror
Merlyn: I've copyrighted all occurrences of the word "throbbing"
Bone-E-Boi: Five dollars!
Rotonoto: don't you take a cent less than 30 dollars per printed page!
cease: you think so?
MoonGoon: Shall we split the proceeds, or just fight over it?
cease: they are a ying-yang relationship
Merlyn: when the japanese plan a building, do they make a small brick & mortar model before making the full-sized paper version?
llanwydd: just kidding
klokwkdoggerel: not worth a plug nickel. what the heck is a "plug nickel" anyway?
cease: i thought fightin was outta style
cease: until yesterday
cease: until yesterday
Mudhead: merl lol
Dexter Fong: US PLus: We own the idea of "tumescence"
WCGuy: Merl...is that like when Allen Sherman tried to copyright the note "E"?
cease: lots o japanese, lots of ways, merl
MoonGoon: No, Caesarian taught us to fight over anything
Rotonoto: US Pork- we own the idea of US Plus
Dexter Fong: And sit on anybodys stool
Merlyn: allen sherman had to fight with the people who owned the letter "E"
Dexter Fong: Turhan Bey = middle inital "E"
MoonGoon: My stool's a little loose (must be the castor oil flakes)...
Dexter Fong: MG: Tighten the screws
Rotonoto: The letter "E" is actually quite ambitious- learned to get off all 3 legs and sit up on only one
WCGuy: I miss Allen Sherman
klokwkdoggerel: I think Sherman had help from Richard Pryor Art on that one, Merl...
cease: its porkolicious
llanwydd: By the way, I have exclusive rights to the word guioap
Dexter Fong: I work with Allie Sherman =))
MoonGoon: I keep trying but the ol Phillips head just keeps disappearing!
llanwydd: don't use it
cease: hello mudder, hello duster
Dexter Fong: Another Duster Firends...hundreds of dusters....all orignal
Rotonoto: they didn't want you to hurt yourself, MG
cease: any more firenews, wc guy?
Rotonoto: next they will take your belt and your modem
Dexter Fong: I a-sceared
klokwkdoggerel: a form of the letter 'e' has been in use since Assyrian days, when it was rotated 90° and depicted a team of oxen
cease: t shirts? npr bits? npr bits about t-shirts?
Dexter Fong: Arizona grabbed the machine gun, I oaded another belt, and we modem down
MoonGoon: Too late for well wishes... I'm punctured.
llanwydd: is there a copyright on the rotated e?
WCGuy: Just plans for a 4th of Julee NPR spot. And a T-shirt (Bri knows more about that than I), and some NPR station fundraising. Other irons are in the fire.
Rotonoto: also often seen with the tumescence symbol or osiris to depict the historic building of the big building
cease: en ron hubbard. you are clear to land
cease: always a good sign, wc
Rotonoto: well, a rotated "E" is a lazy "E"
Dexter Fong: BEB Fired those irons
klokwkdoggerel: no, Il, but there is a patent on any transforms of Indo-European alphabets which covers that
cease: but the 4th of july will actually get done?
cease: but the 4th of july will actually get done?
Merlyn: supposedly a 4th of july bit; not actually done yet
WCGuy: Check back with me on the 3rd of Julee.
Dexter Fong wonders how cat makes his keyboard do that
Merlyn: and T-shirts are being talked about
cease: so does cat
klokwkdoggerel: we certainly plan to have at least the first draft of a Declaration of Independence done, Cat. But the Republicans want to add a tax cut amendment
cease: what was the fuck up with memorial day?
Mudhead: XXXL please!
Bone-E-Boi: http://www.sito.org/synergy/gridcosm/pieces/1512a3tca.jpg
cease: fter the earlier cancellation, and he sounded like it wouldnt happen again
Dexter Fong: extra extra extra loud!!!!!!!!!!
MoonGoon: Don't forget the Flag Burning Amendment... Legalize it!
WCGuy: Cease...wanna know the God's honest truth?
klokwkdoggerel: CAT: THERE IS A WAR ON! (for those weasel-foreigners who pretend not to notice this nation's dire emergency)
Dexter Fong: Yes, Reverend
Merlyn: memorial day was planned, but for some reason they weren't able to all get together in time or something
Mudhead: no lie to us
cease: i havent talked to the lads since last week, wc, and that was about austins house in sf
cease: i know. i was in agent oragne alert in sf airport
Dexter Fong: They still smuggling those oranges out of the county
klokwkdoggerel: i have heard about Agent Orange - he's the head sky marshall dillion, rite?
llanwydd: hello I must be going. Might check in again later.
Bone-E-Boi: CAT, cease, whatever your name is. You're FIRED!
cease: off you go. on we stay
WCGuy: Merl is right (to a point). The boys have been off in different directions and it was nearly impossible to get them together to do a Memorial Day spot....and....
Dexter Fong: Night Il
cease: no, i'm fried. it's too fuckin hot for us canucks today
cease: no, i'm fried. it's too fuckin hot for us canucks today
klokwkdoggerel: did Austin's house get leveled, finally, or not? it sounded like he'd upset some Israelis or something on the chat...
Bambi: night llanwydd
Bone-E-Boi: Get out.
klokwkdoggerel: by Ill
cease: that makes sense, sc
Bone-E-Boi: Take off, eh?
cease: may be, klok. i couldnt find it. or the synagog it was supposed to be near
Dexter Fong: Want me to check his shoes, Bone?
cease: to the great white north. we love it (usally)
MoonGoon: Get the sniffer...
Bone-E-Boi: Put his shoes out on the window sill with the pigeons.
Dexter Fong: ....and the brandy
Mudhead: Im behind the bar
Dexter Fong: Good thing those shoes are two tones
Bone-E-Boi: How did those pigeons get in here?
Dexter Fong: Air Mail
Merlyn: one of the tones better not be "E"
MoonGoon: Three martinis in one night? I'll wake with an extra head! Yeah, alright...
Dexter Fong: 'es sharp aint 'e?
Mudhead: Open window behind the bar
Rotonoto: "...once I became aware there were actually moon worms living among the rocks..."
cease: i'm beside the bar
Rotonoto: I'm beside myself
Bone-E-Boi: I'm beside myself.
MoonGoon: I'll be under the table.
Dexter Fong: ",,I captured some and went fishing for moon fish"
Bambi: hey as long as you're at the bar ... got a wine cellar nearby? would love a glass of merlot about now
Mudhead: One martini with extra head comin up
Rotonoto: a wise choice, sometimes things get thrown
Merlyn: WCguy is writing a novel
WCGuy: Cease....better than under the bar (but I am comfortable here)
Bone-E-Boi: I'm Rotonoto's clone.
MoonGoon: ... next to the loose bar stool
cease: merl? low? i think he's on a high
Dexter Fong: Bambi recovers from the dreaded fade
Bambi: yeah!
Mudhead: my stools arent loose
cease: hows it going, bambi and ah?
Merlyn: hey wcguy, you left a dangling "...and..."
Rotonoto: you are related to the elevator boy? he is in your family?
MoonGoon: I know... you stole my screwdriver!
Dexter Fong slips away for refill
Bone-E-Boi: Say 'Rotonoto's clone' five times really fast.
Bambi: doing well ... finally cooled off this evening...was hot earlier today
WCGuy: yeah, I did, didn't I.
klokwkdoggerel: by Ill
cease: are you involved with radio at all?
Mudhead: Thats vodka and orange juice right?
cease: well, y'all live in places where is supposed ta be hot
Rotonoto: hey, Bone-E, that's nothing! Say "Roadie Dirk Ristdagger" real fast 5 times
MoonGoon: Spend a week in lovely Roch-cha-cha... and your skin turns translucent.
cease: ever had a blood orange, mud?
klokwkdoggerel: ok fried connection here somehow multiple drops tonight so i will depart now to avcid fther embarassment than already expncd
Bone-E-Boi: Rotonoto, let's pee in the pool.
Mudhead: nite klok cease yes
Rotonoto: well- ok, but only in the pee-ing section
klokwkdoggerel: cox is doing somthing funny to netwokr
Rotonoto: nite klok
||||||||| klokwkdoggerel departs at 10:53 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
cease: justr discoverd them. they are to reg oranges what okanagan crisp apple cidre is to all known others
MoonGoon: S o l o n g k l o k
cease: by klok
||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:53 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:53 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: nite Bambi
Bone-E-Boi: Groovy.
Rotonoto: oh my gawd- she jumped!
cease: bamb e, bamb f, bamb g
WCGuy: Re: Memorial Day....(this is the 'and')...the sense I got from at least one of the boys was that Memorial Day was NOT the day to broadcast the FST's opinions on the current state of affairs of the US Military efforts...which is what the would have wanted to do.
Bambi: ok, that's better
Dexter Fong: Bambi went and came faster thatn anyone
cease: i agree wholeheartedly, wc
Rotonoto: true true, WC
Mudhead: the blood oranges make good screwdrivers
Rotonoto: yeah- faster than anything!
Bambi: clem, being in linux you are still here...windows blech
cease: i kinda thought it wasa bad idea from the beginning, but then i would never underestimate the lads
MoonGoon: Specially given the suits at NPR's natural willingness to slice and dice.
Merlyn: but what about all those deceased war veterans who want their mules?
WCGuy: So, they passed. I apologize that we didn't get the word out.
Dexter Fong: Merl: Spike Lee has all the mules now
cease: squeeze some blood oranges into some holandaise sauce and pour on your favourite fish. your taste buds will never stop thanking you
cease: yeah, it was poorly hadnled, wc
cease: yeah, it was poorly hadnled, wc
Dexter Fong: Cat: Do you puree the fish in order to pour it on?
MoonGoon: DF: oooh, good one.
WCGuy: Moss (and all) you have no idea how tough it is to keep the boys on NPR....the email after they air is usually about 3-to-1 against. There are true heroes at NPR who believe in what they have to say.
Dexter Fong: MG: Yeah pureed fish is good
cease: it may be asking too much of the lads, but their audience,, to build, will have to have expectations met
Rotonoto: steam the fish in a delicate ginger sauce, chinese style, and serve with some good tea
Dexter Fong: Liquified clams even better
cease: really? i had no idea they even had fans
Merlyn: 3:1 against? take my indian, please!
Mudhead: I'm one
Bone-E-Boi: Have you seen Dennis Miller's impersonation of Gen. Ulysses S. Grant with a badger up his ass? NPR should have broadcast that on Memorial Day.
cease: the only way i can imagine the lads continuing in the npr/pbs universe is cuz i tryu and watch bill moyers Now, which is a kind of firesing in prose
Merlyn: they don't have fans, they have factory air-conditioned air
Dexter Fong: B-E-Boi: I thought it was a gerbil
MoonGoon: I guess I'd better start writing again... I only write when I'm riled.
Rotonoto: man- Miller got some bad press during the war thingie- was being called a sellout
WCGuy: (Merl...I don't know how to reply to your private message - but it was my fault that it wasn't broadcast to the group)
cease: seem riled theatre. we cant spell it. you can't pronounce it!
Bone-E-Boi: You thought Dennis Miller was a gerbil? No. Garden gnome.
ah,clem: my rue got dark, hope you like cajun, Bam.
Dexter Fong: Cat: know what pisses me off about Bill Moyers?...it's that he never gets pissed off at the scumbags he's talking about
cease: i saw him recently on leno. its as if he's become a differnt person.
WCGuy: Cease....subtle point...we are exploring other opportunities.
ah,clem: was cutting chicken and lost my place
Rotonoto: "...in obvious pun lie subtle..."
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| ah,clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bone-E-Boi: Bill Moyers with a badger up his ass? That might work.
cease: its as if bw bush has his cock up miller's ass and is doing all the talking now
Merlyn: hey, remind NPR that a lot of e.g. rush limbaugh listeners hate him, too. But they listen, and apparently so do the anti-firesign people (water signs?)
Bambi: sure clem ... sounds great
MoonGoon: Put that in the Roux Morgue...
Bambi: hmmmm....didn't cut yourself I hope!
Merlyn: ouch, clem got hit...I'll look at his IP addresses
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Rotonoto: (airhead signs?)
: might sound good, not sure about the way it looks...
Bambi: hmmm, must have timed out from our redial
Bambi: I timed out right away, but he didn't
Bone-E-Boi: W was a cock-teaser at Roosterama.
||||||||| 11:01 PM: ah,clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Mudhead: Mudhead signs only to the sighted
Rotonoto: dang pesky netwoeks!
Dexter Fong: For a good time out, call Bambi
Bambi: wb clem
WCGuy: NPR's interpretation of the email is this: if 80 percent of the folk who listen like it, they will say nothing. The rest will complain. (and you should know that there are two essential people who made the NPR deal work...one high up....one in the trenches).
Rotonoto: Roto speaks only to the deaf?
MoonGoon: back from the shadows, again...
Bone-E-Boi: Leonardo di Caprio with a rooster up his ass?
Dexter Fong: What??
Dexter Fong: Gosh, what is all this animal imagery, anyway?
cease: in the trenches like us, wc? where's my entrenching tool
Rotonoto: ahhh so, Roto now bring "too Cheap For Cable Firesign Hour"
cease: what can i do but subscribe, even if i'm in a foreign country
Dexter Fong: Come over to our side Cat
Rotonoto: data slow, but quips subtle
Dexter Fong: Side 2
MoonGoon: You'll find it's very "clean" here...
cease: i just got back frfom your country, dex. i don't know if i'll ever recover
WCGuy: Off topic question: Does anyone here listen to Radio Margaritaville on the web?
Rotonoto: you with us? you on side 2
Dexter Fong: Cat: You're too sensitive
cease: quite the opposite,, moon
cease: thatr's why i live in vancouver, dex
Rotonoto: we now decode secret phonograph record, make all new show call Rotonoto Atomic Gumshoe
Merlyn: hmm, clem, I think the reaper kicked you off because your IP address changed for some reason
cease: plus i lived in japan for 17 years and have lived with assorted nihonjin since 1968
Dexter Fong: MG: Sue! we could be clean ...if there was only one person for every 40 square miles
Dexter Fong: Sure
cease: sensitivity makes great lines for dex et al, but no fucking fun travelling abroad to record them
MoonGoon: I'll sue! I'll sue! It's the Armenian way!
Dexter Fong: Cat: How can you record sensitivity
WCGuy: Gotta sail, kids.
cease: listen to red shift a few more times, dex
Rotonoto: the best modern science can do is to detect it
Dexter Fong: News Bulletin: ( out of 10 Doctors say "We feel your pain".
cease: by wc
cease: keep em frying
cease: keep em frying
Dexter Fong: 9
Rotonoto: then you still have to get a big recording studio interested in it
Bone-E-Boi: The folks that design condoms record sensitivity.
MoonGoon: Take care, WCG
Merlyn: bye wc
Dexter Fong: Night JR
Bone-E-Boi: I wonder if there are any job openings for condom sensitivity testers.
cease: rcie a rony. the san francisco treat
Rotonoto: bye
cease: those arent quite the openings you were expectring
Rotonoto: it's a sensitive matter, what with the union now involved- film at eleven
Dexter Fong: B-E-B: Ill take a gross of those "Rough and Ready"
Bone-E-Boi: I've worked as a turkey inseminator.
cease: of course he's on the wharf
MoonGoon: a thin thin 16-mm film at that.
Dexter Fong: BEB: You dirty Baster
WCGuy: S'long. Be good. Be better. Buy a copy of ALL THINGS FIRESIGN...and if you have already. go to your local place and ask them if they have it. And, write a review on Amazon.com!
cease: will do, wc
Bone-E-Boi: What's that? Are you posting an ad in here? You're FIRED!
Dexter Fong: Thanks for beating the drum WC =))
Rotonoto: my local Best Buy doesn'even carry FST any more (whimper)
WCGuy: Can't fire me....I don't work here!
cease: hey, i'd love to post an ad for Red Shift. but it's Not For Sale
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah,clem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: B-E-B: You can't fire me, I know a Canadian writer
Merlyn: the reaper hates clem...
cease: and i dont even no myself
Rotonoto: clem and bambi have a pretty rough dialup service, so I hear...
Dexter Fong: Doesn't much care for Bambi either
MoonGoon: ...out where an indian's your friend...
cease: dont rear the feed per
Rotonoto: line problems
Bone-E-Boi: A Canadian writer? I don't believe you.
cease: and you can stream into the pee
Dexter Fong: Roto: Can't think of a good line?
WCGuy: Simple point of fact: Ossman was on air on WHYY in Philly...and tne next day, all the local Barnes and Nobles (that I know of) had the CD in their "Featured CD" rack"
Dexter Fong: B-E-B: You hoser!!
Rotonoto: Roto gets incredible 28,800 on deluxe metro dialup, uncrowded 'burbs slightly north of nowhere
cease: the fact that i've written lines that the firesigns have performed is something i am as proud of as that is something i am capable of being
cease: any favour i can do for them, is done
Rotonoto: sorry Dex, my thimb slipped again- I'm alwaysing losing my place or my context
Merlyn: hey, want to hear my T-shirt idea? First, all T-shirts have the litz 4-head logos and "Firesign Theatre Sez:"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers C. Simril into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:12 PM, then departs.
C. Simril: i been kicked, off
Mudhead: Roto I didnt know they went up into the hills
Merlyn: Then there are some shirts with standard messages, but you can also get custom T-shirts with whatever message you want
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cease at 11:13 PM
Dexter Fong: Cat: But somehow...you're on!
Rotonoto: OMG one of them must be an impostor!
C. Simril: too expensive, merl
C. Simril: maybe i was kicked upstairs
Dexter Fong: A pretend poster
WCGuy: On, anudder goal, (if I may, Bri). Let's get the FSTwebsite list up to 1,000. You are at, what, about 640, Bri?
Merlyn: the custom ones, cat?
Rotonoto: cat, what's the password, man?
Dexter Fong: Yeam man, what's the word?
Merlyn: a little over 650 I think
C. Simril: when austin or whomever posited the t-shirt deal, i wonder if there's enough market for any particular mode
Rotonoto: wha tha heck happened to senor companero Ken tonite?
Merlyn: 658 on the email list right now, but it grows pretty steadily
C. Simril: i was involved with t shirts when i ran the orangutan foundation and will be moving back with the new foundation i'm setting up
Dexter Fong: Roto: He was here earlier under the nom Dr. Headphones
C. Simril: economy only comes in scale, eh? or is that outta style now
Merlyn: cat, that's why my idea is so nice; a few with real popular slogans, but you can get "official" T-shirts (with the logo + "firesign theatre sez") with anything on it
Rotonoto: oooh- he's been doing the audio cables thing all week! :o)
C. Simril: dr headphones was ken?
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat:
WCGuy: C: There is always a market for T's. They will be done...somehow
Rotonoto: he's going nuts with the CDR's
Dexter Fong: ...and tomorrow is friday
Merlyn: of course, they would cost more, but you can get whatever you want (or maybe buy it blank and use iron-on letters)
C. Simril: ok, elayne walkng donw her street and having folks recognize her firesign jacket is the ideal, eh?
Merlyn: We'd better use T's, I hear allen sherman patented Es, or was it Es of use?
C. Simril: so the ideal is really some old firesing line that is close to general consciousness
Dexter Fong: Cat: I've seen it happen...it was a sign from heaven...or maybe columbia/Sony
MoonGoon: Ack! iron-on transfers?!?!? Silkscreen FOREVER!
WCGuy: Exactly, C! There is an amazing population of FST fans out there.
C. Simril: i was at a taping of one of his tv shows long ago. he seemed over the hill then, and it was a small hilll
MoonGoon: I love the smell of xylol in the AM
Dexter Fong sings "The Hills are alive with the sound of Sherman"
Merlyn: can you do one-time silkscreens?
C. Simril: well, wc. maybe yes and maybe no.
Dexter Fong: Get out those one-time silkworms
Mudhead: Man theyre still grilling Anthrax
C. Simril: t amazes me how few of them responded to repeated firesign tours, new albums and even your tv show
C. Simril: i know many of them who knew naught of all of the above
WCGuy: C..if you are talking to me...I'll respond.
Rotonoto: that's the problem, they slipped by a lot of folks
Merlyn: the website gets dozens of people every day using google to find the front page, they are all new visitors, because once you know the URL, it's easy
MoonGoon: I've not seen them live (yet)... and have been a fan since '76. Of course, being in a backwater burg MIGHT have something to do eith it...
C. Simril: yes of course we will and alt ft and others, but i frequently meet folk who, whem i refer to ft lines, knwo them, but have no knowledge that they're still around
Rotonoto: maybe it was just dumb luck I saw an ad in the Wash Post in 93 (94?) and got to see thier 25th anniversary tour at the Warnwer Theatre in DC
C. Simril: i mean a large majority of them
Dexter Fong: MG: Being in a front woater isn't much better
Dexter Fong: water
C. Simril: dumb indeed, roto. sin chron is city
Merlyn: maybe a "we're not dead" campoon
C. Simril: good one, merl
Rotonoto: yeah, man- synchronicity indeed!
C. Simril: but funnier. hey, we're all not dead, or wouldnt be reading said
Dexter Fong: "Werre not dead...but we *do* kinda look that way"
Mudhead: The only dead campoon thats not dead campoon...I like it
C. Simril: ya know what would fucking work?
Merlyn: maybe start a "phil is dead" rumor like the beatles
C. Simril: the cover of all hail marks and lennon. now
Rotonoto: "I'm not dead, but I play the part of a dead person in my office every day..."
Merlyn: then all the denials let people know they aren't.
Dexter Fong: ...adn play it backwards
C. Simril: while people still remember communism.
C. Simril: my daughter barely did
WCGuy: C, but they are around..and we constantly look for ways to get that word out. We did a TV show, we did the NPR deal, they got the release of ALL THINGS....and there will be more, But, I have to ask you C, what do you say when people as if they are sttill around?
Bone-E-Boi: Maybe most FST fans have lives, families, jobs, etc.?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cat', just granted probation at 11:23 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hey, there's a million chinese commies, don't they count? Only to a zillion, mudhead
cat: kicked off again. did i say fuck too often for this chat? fucking what?
Rotonoto: tragic end of Gomer Bozo ends fabulous, fun-filled 35 year run...
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off C. Simril at 11:23 PM
Dexter Fong kicks Cat aka cease for fucking around
cat: i know that wc. i've been promonting them since before there was a them
Mudhead: Cat I dont know about you but I'm rounder then they are
MoonGoon: BTW, I must say the production values on Weirdly Cool were outstanding... even my movie-junkie wife said so.
Dexter Fong: Roto: tell Fred to close the curtain
Rotonoto: "...the remaining four original cast memberof the Firesign Theatre assembled to praise Gomer (and BTW will do a nationwide tour...)"
cat: i think the npr things reached a lot of new people. i think weirdly cool did as well. but my point is most folks i meet who know their old work think theyre of the past
Bone-E-Boi: Did they finally send Gomer to Nam? I missed that show.
cat: indeed, moon
Dexter Fong: BEB: that was wally who went to vietnam
WCGuy: Cat: The tell them THEY are wrong!
cat: hoove the prey
Rotonoto: "... it just won't be the same without Gomer, though..."
Bone-E-Boi: Full Metal Jacket.
Merlyn: T-shirts will turn people into WALKING BILLBOARDS! Named Bill!
Rotonoto: full metal bozo
MoonGoon: Get out of My Insurgency Womb!
Dexter Fong: Boared and stroked, Merlyn
Bone-E-Boi: metal mother
cat: i had to abandon a third of a century teaching englihs last year because i lost my voice. a couple of decades worth of radio production too is, shall we say, on hold. but my ears still work, and apparently, so do my fingers
WCGuy: OK, time to go...really this time. But when FST airs on NPR on July 4. Send an email. And tell your friends.
WCGuy: Night all.
Merlyn: look under your tongue, cat
cat: wil do, wc
Merlyn: ok wcguy
Rotonoto: nite
MoonGoon: Roger wilco
Dexter Fong: Night once more John, and again thanks
Bone-E-Boi: Nite.
cat: nice of him to stick around, and be officious
Merlyn: he's speechless
Dexter Fong: Official did you mean Cat?
Rotonoto: hi misplaced his lines
cat: no one else from my coast has showed up. no bunny, obviously no tiny
Dexter Fong: Roto: If you keep him under your thumb....
cat: fuck? me? spell?
Rotonoto: ..
Dexter Fong: ...
cat: saw yuour pic for first lime, dex
MoonGoon: ... --- ...
cat: always odd to match photo with voice
Dexter Fong: You calling me a limey, Catboy?
Rotonoto: sss e _._. ._. e _ _._. ___ _.. e
cat: i love limes. never drink cidre without em
Bone-E-Boi: I won't do anything unless it is officially endorsed in writing by all four members of FST and Fred.
Merlyn: including inhale?
Dexter Fong: Roto Noto under arrest for using copyrighted "Es". oh! what we about to be spelling now, Aaron
Merlyn: or mchale?
cat: when proctor first met me, after email only, he was profoundly dissapointed i was male
Bone-E-Boi: Merlyn, have your lawyers call my lawyers.
cat: cat, he assumed, was a woman's name
Rotonoto: waidaminnit! those were only lower case e's- they are in the public domain
Dexter Fong: Cat: Shouldn't have been using that picture of Traci Lords
cat: dont know who that is, but it may be amuzing
Dexter Fong: All domains now under control of Radio Securtiy
cat: us plus will eventually be replace by simply us. there will be nothing else to add
Dexter Fong: Clear Channel Police not have to knock now
Rotonoto: oooh- you put all ina "Radeeeiooo Prison?"
MoonGoon: Oook... it's pumpkin time for this little moonie... Bye all, it's spleen a blast.
Dexter Fong: Mo' bettah you get one-way ticket to Guantanamo Bay
Merlyn: bye MG
cat: maybe best t shift idea "everything you know is wrong" without the elaborate cover though.
Dexter Fong: Night MG
Bone-E-Boi: Now it's time to post keywords to test Admiral Poindexter's Terrorism Information Awareness.
Rotonoto: and no buddhist writers, either
||||||||| MoonGoon departs at 11:33 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
cat: i'mn thinking of minimizing costs but still making the srtrong statements outside of sheer non-sequeter
Dexter Fong: Any body know the words to Toad Away and how I can avoid them>
Mudhead: But I is conentratin mastah
cat: where can you go when you're
Mudhead: look up say cheese
Rotonoto: nite all, Roto must go...
cat: off you 5
Mudhead: keep concentrating roto
Bone-E-Boi: nite all, Roto must go...
Rotonoto: catch you all in the newsgroup war :o)
Bone-E-Boi: catch you all in the newsgroup war ;o)
Rotonoto: let go of me. I'm a newsman, I gotta find out- Reeeebusssss...
cat: wharf? of course we're on the wharf, capt picard
Mudhead: you boyz fight it out amongst yourselves
||||||||| Rotonoto leaves to catch the 11:37 PM train to Hellmouth.
Dexter Fong: Night Roto
Bone-E-Boi: help me out of this dog suit
Dexter Fong: And to all that remain, night all also
Merlyn: nite dex
Mudhead: nite dex
Dexter Fong: And Cat; Watch the amil for suprise packages
Dexter Fong: mail]
Mudhead: thats a ;ittle doggy door
cat: a pleasent evening devoid of strife
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "11:38 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cat: you gonna play red shift in piece on your radio show, merl?
Bone-E-Boi: cat, you're FIRED!
cat: nah, i'ts cooling off now
Merlyn: probably at some point, cat
cat: good to ear
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WCGuy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cat: plug yourself, mr romm
Merlyn: grecian urn, you're FIRED!
Bone-E-Boi: gourd
cat: look at this grape
Mudhead: thats old
Merlyn: what's a grecian urn? Nothing, if it's FIRED!
Bone-E-Boi: Al Gourd
Bone-E-Boi: kiln explosion
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bambi into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:42 PM, then departs.
Bambi: hi
cat: saw boys on charlie rose last nightl he said the supreme court had already made up its mind before he present ed his case
Merlyn: hey bambino
cat: it was a coup
cat: bambi
cat: you're back.
cat: and we never forgot your front
Bambi: yes :)
Bambi: all back LOL
Mudhead: I thought they had them tourists in them concentratin camps in coops
Bambi: ok changing fonts LOL
cat: with our changing dope laws, i fear your american military may run out of other countries ot invade
Bone-E-Boi: Canada comes right after France. There's a strong French influence in Canada.
Bone-E-Boi: No French Canadian writers.
Bone-E-Boi: You're all FIRED!
Bambi: ??
Bambi: can't we all just get along LOL :)
Bone-E-Boi: Don't blink your innocent doe eyes at me.
Mudhead: a long what?
Bambi: LOL!
Bone-E-Boi: I just remembered. 'You're fired' is a Monty Python sketch.
Bambi: we had to redial again ... and were eating dinner
Bambi: clem is outside listening to the frogs
Mudhead: Boy theyre grilling Anthrax about p2p file sharing today
Bambi: really cooled off here
Bone-E-Boi: The American movie mogul. The sketch ends with the Its Man hanging up a phone in disgust.
Bambi: hmmm...will have to check the hot sheets :)
Mudhead: I hate crickets
Bone-E-Boi: It's, dammit, not its. I always get that wrong.
cat: are you in radio, bambi?
Bambi: movie people assoc of adiots
Bambi: (mpaa)
Bambi: no, not me ... line from MIB
Bone-E-Boi: It's....
Mudhead: I have a body madw for radio
Mudhead: made
cat: in search of folks to send red shift to who will play it on the radio
Bambi: radio is cool
Bambi: enjoy it
cat: may be on aussie radio soon
cat: here the week before i left, but i couldnt find anything in the bay area
cat: firesign is the height radio can get, which is why we're all here
Merlyn: the boats were all gone?
Mudhead: Sorry Cat our local radios are owned by Conglomo Industries
Bambi: I would love to hear red shift
Mudhead: Same here
Bone-E-Boi: U.S. Plus
Bambi: would love to see if it would be good for skybird radio too ... we help with that internet radio station
cat: yeah its a clear chanel world. and even if a world of freaks, as was the radio i first got into in late 60s, my work is weirder than most
cat: for there to be aplus there must be something to add to. i suspect this will soon no longer be the case, in your country
Mudhead: brb
Bambi: is it not something that would be deemed appropriate in US for some reason?
Bambi: it's just comedy right?
Bone-E-Boi: I just got a cable modem and wuz listening to le show on RealAudio last night.
Bone-E-Boi: That Harry Shearer. His nose looks almost... French.
Bambi: there is a lot of latitude in comedy except for I think the 7 words carlin talked about LOL
Merlyn: harry shearer sounds like a sheepherding job
cat: you know harry, bone ?
Bone-E-Boi: yak
Bambi: ah, there's cat
Bone-E-Boi: Do I know Harry! Nah.
cat: harry was on jack benny show, which is sort of where i come from
Bone-E-Boi: I don't know anybody.
cat: i met him at the dat store in santa monica, last time i was there
cat: i come, i go, bambi. more coming than going though
Bone-E-Boi: His mother was movie star Norma Shearer.
Bambi: jack benny show was lots of fun
Mudhead: that shaky coast..a store for dis, a store for dat
Bambi: lol
||||||||| Catherwood escorts cat and uncat in through the front door at 12:00 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bone-E-Boi: Bambi is Harry Shearer?!
cat and uncat: benny's mother was norma shearer?
Bambi: cat and uncat ... new name same cat?
cat and uncat: his wife was from vancouver, that i know
||||||||| 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..
cat and uncat: fuck the what
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cat at 12:01 AM
Bone-E-Boi: Benny Hill?
Bambi: benny hill was pretty funny too
cat and uncat: i was in la recording neal amid, with phil proctor as jack benny. wnen i told harry that, he insisted he was a better benny. didnt offer to work for free though
Bone-E-Boi: cat knows everybody. I don't know anybody.
cat and uncat: your fault, bone
Bone-E-Boi: Fred and I are gonna pee in cat's pool.
Bambi: sometimes it's good to know folks :)
cat and uncat: you drove over chevy chase. a thousand hour curse
cat and uncat: i dont have apool, bone
cat and uncat: but i'll have a bidet by halloween. you can pee in that
Bone-E-Boi: ALMOST drove over Chevy Chase.
Mudhead: my bidets by Kohler
cat and uncat: we'll have a bathtub big enough to drown the french revolution in
Merlyn: in a chevy?
cat and uncat: orgasming on the jacuzzi pipes
cat and uncat: well, y'alll inved anyway
Bambi: almost drove over chevy!
Bambi: how'd that happen?
Bone-E-Boi: The car in Where The Buffalo Roam is a Chevy. Movie stars Bill Murray, who replaced Cheddar Cheese on Saturday Night Live.
Merlyn: is there a chevy chase scene?
Bone-E-Boi: Actually, Murray hides in the trunk while DEA agents in a helicopter machine gun the car.
cat and uncat: whence only the bufalo trampled rome
Merlyn: chevy chaise lounge
Mudhead: good cheese from those
Mudhead: buffalo mozzarella
Mudhead: makes nice logs
Merlyn: this chat is already logged
Mudhead: New pizza: The Hunter Thompson, loaded with cheddar cheese and buffalo mozarella logs
cat and uncat: thats good mozza
cat and uncat: and shot gut shellfish
Mudhead: on a thin nine millimeter shell
cat and uncat: what we all wan to know, before we pant off ,is, merl, is everything ok?
cat and uncat: i must do else. we'll talk anon
Merlyn: as far as I know, yes
Mudhead: and on and on
Bambi: well...hate to do it but gotta go ... have a good one ... see you all next time ... have a great week!
Merlyn: hokay bambi
Bambi )
Mudhead: ciao bambi
Bambi waves
||||||||| At 12:19 AM, Bambi vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bone-E-Boi: Thompson wrote about the Silver Dollar Saloon in Los Angeles. I want to write a play in which the Silver Dollar Saloon is magically transported to the suburbs of Baghdad. The bombs fall.
Mudhead: the partys poopin out
Merlyn: yep
Bone-E-Boi: Close the curtain, Fred.
Mudhead: Im gonna pull up my carpet also
Bone-E-Boi: Adios.
Merlyn: byeee
Mudhead: G'nite Dear Friends
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:21 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bone-E-Boi by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| "12:21 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then runs out through the frence doors and down through the garden.
Merlyn: And I think cat may be playing beat the reaper...
||||||||| At 12:23 AM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cat and uncat - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

C. Simril
cat and uncat
Compaņero Seņor Yämamøto
Dexter Fong
Dr Headphones
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Rest In Peace,
Dear Friend