A Firesign Chat
06/19/2003




Archive

||||||||| 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 19, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "8:05 PM? 8:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead enters and sits on the couch.
Mudhead: echo
Mudhead: yoda lay he who?
Mudhead: I'll just wait here in the sitting room
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:13 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Mudhead: hi
Merlyn: Just getting back from Mutt & Smutt
Mudhead: those codgers
Merlyn: there's a real bad echo in the portrait gallery
Mudhead: i killed one, time for another?
Merlyn: bad, bad, naughty echo! You'll be cursed by Zeus for this!
Mudhead: Did you pick up the Austrian goose-down leg warmers?
Merlyn: nah, too pricey
Mudhead: They'll put em on the cuff
Mudhead: but they're really made for the legs
Merlyn: two for the price of one
Mudhead: one pair that is
Merlyn: this is no full house
Mudhead: just us two cards
Merlyn: nyuk nyuk nyuk
Mudhead: the party's fizzin out, where is everybody?
Merlyn: you were an hour early
Merlyn: the time in NYC is 8:38 PM
Mudhead: im on least side time
Merlyn: doesn't officially start until 9 PM
Merlyn: time in a Bottles
Mudhead: ok im hurley
Mudhead: better heave too to the bathroom
Merlyn: i thought drunken frats were hurley
Mudhead: brb
Merlyn: ok
Mudhead: i'm back
Mudhead: and I'm beeyootifull...
Merlyn: you can signify you're away by selecting "I'm Away" from the pulldown menu
Mudhead: doctor said I'm gonna be impotent, I'm gonna look impotent
Mudhead: Where's the pulldown menu?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 19, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Merlyn: "Send to all" is a pulldown menu
Merlyn: Only 5 minutes fast
Mudhead: got it, cool
Mudhead: echo
Mudhead: damm things back on the left channel
Mudhead: echo
Merlyn: we should see more people soon
Mudhead: echo echo
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mudhead: Hi E
Merlyn: hi e
Elayne: Evenin' alL!
Elayne: A new chatter should be here in a bit, name of Jo Fish (although what handle Jo will choose is anyone's guess)...
Mudhead: E do you ever get up to the casino's in CT?
Elayne: Not any more, Mudhead. It's my ex's country.
Elayne: And Robin's not into the whole casino thing.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'C. Simril', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Elayne: Hi Cat!
||||||||| ah,clem sneaks in around 9:09 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
C. Simril: hi all
Elayne: Hey ahclem!
ah,clem: hi all
Mudhead: Too bad, we are having Sailfest the weekend after the fourth, my birthday parties on the same nite as fireworks. Just 500,000 of my closest personal freinds
Merlyn: hey cat, clem
C. Simril: we have to think of a more original greeting, ah clem
Elayne: Yikes, fireworks on the 4th! I always hide from that. :)
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Happy Feet Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Elayne: You might see my ex, Mudhead.
Elayne: Hey Mr. Y!
Happy Feet Yamamoto: oi
ah,clem: happy firecracker, Mudhead, hope you get a cherry bomb.
C. Simril: canada not big on fireworks during our july 1 celebration
C. Simril: i guess the aurora borealis makes fireworks irrelevant
Mudhead: I'm back from the other side
ah,clem: yea, spose so Cat..
Merlyn: yoiks, the host machine went down for a bit...
||||||||| Happy Feets Yamamoto sneaks in around 9:17 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Happy Feets Yamamoto: Bah
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Happy Feet Yamamoto at 9:18 PM
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Happy Feets Yamamoto: http://www.drudgereport.com/coulter.htm
Dexter Fong: Deeeeeeeeeeeeaaarr Friends
Happy Feets Yamamoto: Yr daily dose of depression
Happy Feets Yamamoto: oi dex
Happy Feets Yamamoto: We're ALL COMMIES
Dexter Fong: OI ahoy MY
ah,clem: speak for yourself, comrad.
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem, Cat, Elayne, Merl, and Mud
Happy Feets Yamamoto: Oi Ahoai and AHRRRR
Happy Feets Yamamoto: or something like that
ah,clem: hi dex
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:19 PM and mrmuckle,dear... steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Happy Feets Yamamoto: Yr a COMMIE too Clem!
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: hey dex
||||||||| "9:20 PM? 9:20 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mrmuckle,dear... should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mrmuckle,dear... enters and sits on the couch.
: And a traitor
: MM!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Happy Feets Yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
mrmuckle,dear...: I like it so much, I entered twice!
Happy Feets Yamamoto: what?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:20 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
ah,clem: shoes for the dead, yammoto
Happy Feets Yamamoto: It keeps kicking me
Mudhead: good lookin babe
Happy Feets Yamamoto: hold on
Merlyn: It kicked off elayne and cat, but got you too somehow
Dexter Fong: Me too, but i held on to the fender and climbed back in
mrmuckle,dear...: I had a fender once, but it got burned up in a house fire...
ah,clem: server is timing out, not like this last week...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Happy Pheet Yamamoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Damn, this thing is all jüted
Dexter Fong: Well if the server is gonna act up, it should be given a time out
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Happy Feets Yamamoto at 9:23 PM
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I thot it was AOHELL
mrmuckle,dear...: and made to stand in the corner
Mudhead: I crashed but I climbed back int a brand new car
ah,clem: must have been the salmon mouse.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Won'y let you overwrite yrself
Merlyn: could be, feet
mrmuckle,dear...: (it has a chalky after-taste)
||||||||| "9:24 PM? 9:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "klokwkdogOrangeCrush should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as klokwkdogOrangeCrush enters and sits on the couch.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I'm on a normal ISP now
Dexter Fong: Hey Happy are you overwrought?
Merlyn: yes, if your IP address keeps changing (as AOL does), it doesn't know it's the same person
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Iron?
Dexter Fong: Hiya Klok
Mudhead: I'm over weight
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: if your IP address changes, are you the same person? I don't know
Merlyn: yes, pheet, your IP address doesn't change now
ah,clem: pheets don't fail me now.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I found an AM station that actually plays music, rather than spouting fascisim
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: 20W-60 synthetic ought to help, Mud
mrmuckle,dear...: No. No iron. Hit him with a wood. He can't flew...
Mudhead: better warn the FCC
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Heavy on the 30W
ah,clem: odd station, Pheet, is that leagal?
mrmuckle,dear...: and the CIA
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: All sorts of music, too
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: you can talk to the FCC until you're blue in the face, but they only listen to money
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It's fucking great
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: honey
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Low Fi as hell
ah,clem: oh, I got it,
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: oh, we all have it, clem
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: FC who?
ah,clem: no propaganda, must be a pirate station.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Yes, that's why we're traitors to a man
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, pheet, they can't c the nose in front of their fasces...
||||||||| Dexter Fong, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: r woman as the case may be
||||||||| Dexter Fong climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:28 PM
ah,clem: wb dex
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It's out of Poughkeepsie WHVW
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves to catch the 9:28 PM train to Hellmouth.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: dex is sprightly tonite
mrmuckle,dear...: and made to stand in the corner
ah,clem: hmm, a type by..
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Indeed
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Dong inside, makes a note of the time (9:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: fong, a man on the move
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: ust be the Viagra
mrmuckle,dear...: huh?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: a type by any other name would smell as pheet?
Dexter Dong: Hmmm won't keep my settings
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: A quinn Martin Production
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah,clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Had a bath, Pheet are clean
Merlyn: eesh, the reaper is going nuts...
mrmuckle,dear...: WHO can't c their nose in front of the feces???
: yea, like that kloc
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Ack The reaper's gone mad!
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: a creen pheet, eh?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The Fascist CCC
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd in through the front door at 9:30 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood leads s inside, makes a note of the time (9:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: the F_CC...
llanwydd: evening folks
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: oi
||||||||| 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 Bambi disembarks at 9:31 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hey Il
Mudhead: hi Il
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Bloody Welsh
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: hi, how long can you last ? ;-)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ah.clem in through the front door at 9:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Bambi
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: oi again
mrmuckle,dear...: Wales is a NICE place!
Dexter Fong: and "essssssss"
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: wow, Dex returns under his own name!
Bambi: howdy
Merlyn: everyone must play "beat the reaper"
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Amazing
Bambi: howdy
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: howdy Bambi
ah.clem: hi again
Mudhead: Hi Bambi
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: WAles? Big and grey and smell like herring
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's too much like real life at this point Merl; I'd dan rather not
Bambi: hi mudhead
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Reality sucks
llanwydd: i'm one of the old wales
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: don't let Alan Cox hear you saying that, pheet
llanwydd: yes let'
Bambi: how are you all tonight
llanwydd: yes let's play beat the reaper
Mudhead: Save the bales
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: What the hell happende to all the hippies
Bambi: how are you all tonight
ah.clem: why the happy feet, yammy?
Dexter Fong: Rockin' and a Reelin' Bambi
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Dunno
llanwydd: anybody sick yet?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: well, maybe, as long as i can win this incarnation...
mrmuckle,dear...: Get off the table, Mabel. The money's for the BEER!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Listen to WABC, that'll make ya ill
ah.clem: I'm an old hippie, but I don't know that to do.
Bambi: what from tonight dex? down the hatch, hatch?
Dexter Fong: Hap: They're all victims of incense
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: no, been eatin' it for 6 weeks now, haven't got sick once...
Merlyn: I'll log what the reaper is doing, to see what it's doing wrong...
llanwydd: i haven't heard WABC since Cousin Brucie
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Damn. I thought it was supposed to be groovy times and all we have are these WWII surplus brownshirts
Bambi: yeah, ya gotta watch those reapers ... they'll get 'cha every time LOL
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: all news radio all the time! 880 reaches out even unto the 7th generation (or RI, whichever comes worst)
mrmuckle,dear...: root hog or die!
llanwydd: it was all rock n roll then
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: LL: Cousin Brucie is prolly spinning in his grave @ what it';s become
||||||||| Catherwood escorts cease in through the front door at 9:35 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: i was cut off
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat
mrmuckle,dear...: OUCH!
Mudhead: Ive picked up 880 near the canadian border
Merlyn: Hey "s", who are you?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: at the past?
cease: was that a netsplit or just me?
ah.clem: wb
Merlyn: the host machine rebooted cat, then the reaper got you
Bambi: along with a bunch of other folks too yammy!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Server's on Acid
llanwydd: is poor old brucie dead already?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Server/reaper is schizzing
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, whatever happened to that biz about everything you like is legal? that Ossman told us a fib!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Dunno
cease: aha
mrmuckle,dear...: dead again?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Murray the K is I'm sure
cease: well, gave me time to have dinner
Mudhead: no bruce ois still doin his gig
ah.clem: server strange tonight.
Dexter Fong: Klok: You got it wrong..everything you like is wrong
cease: murray is on ketamine?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Server's smoking crack
ah.clem: bad 'ol internet.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: wasn't that what the priest in AZ said, bad host or something?
cease: feats, get movin
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The Dr that delivvered my last kid was hooked on Ketamine
Bambi: ran out 'o piddies
Dexter Fong: Klok: God was his co-pilot
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Ascroft is lurking
cease: babmi, uh, clem, did you get red shift yet?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: not uncommon; i get everything wrong these days.
cease: i just heard from roto today who had received it
Bambi: not yet cat
Mudhead: look up, say cheese
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: good gracious, another outbreak of bobscottitis!
ah.clem: BRB
cease: you've gone from wine to orange crush, klok? the horror!
Bambi: not yet cat but will check the mail in the morning
||||||||| ah.clem leaves to catch the 9:38 PM train to Hellmouth.
Dexter Fong: Klok: It's not you specifically, it's a parallel world disjuction thingie
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I need toi actually by that
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it would be a tribute to Anthony Burgess if this was his birthday, but it isn't
Bambi: k clem
cease: is he still alive?
llanwydd: how about orange crush wine?
||||||||| "9:39 PM? 9:39 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ah,clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ah,clem enters and sits on the couch.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Maybe
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: bob scott or burgess?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: clem
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i think he died
cease: sounds spanish
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: both of them
Bambi: wb
ah,clem: had to find my comma.
cease: i thought burgess had died
Bambi: fuzzy naval
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I think he did
mrmuckle,dear...: he did, but only once.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: my thinking too
cease: spain is so full of oranges you cant help crushing them as you walk down the street
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Sailors w/beards?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:40 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: there will be a moment of silence for the comma
Elayne: Are we back? Ah good.
Bambi: wasn't gonna say anything since you still got your special font and all :)
Dexter Fong: Hi again E
cease: worse than pidgeon shit
cease: hi el
cease: hi el
Bambi: hi elayne
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: my yard is so full of acorns from last fall it's still like walking on ball bearings
Elayne: Hi again. I couldn't get onto the site, so I gave up for about 20 minutes.
cease: and i'm echoing again
cease: and again
ah,clem: wb elaine
cease: and again
Bambi: i = y
cease: this isnt good
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: ...and the stupid squirrels are still boring holes in the lawn
Mudhead: only on the left channel
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: here's another Cheery bit from our pal Oral Hatch : http://www.recordonline.com/archive/2003/06/19/jhbigbro.htm
Dexter Fong: Klok: That augers well
ah,clem: ehco,, echo.,,,echo
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's been acting very strangely, E
Bambi: yes, very
Elayne: Yep, Mr. Y, already covered on my blog. I think Hatch is upset that nobody wants to download his work...
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, Dex, I wonder if I buried some that I'd loaded with cayenne pepper, would they notice that in time?
Bambi: edgewise!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: just weird w/a beird
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dr. Headphones into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:42 PM, then departs.
ah,clem: weird wide web
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Sorry, E
Elayne: Hey Dr. H!
Bambi: can't get a full line in edgewise!
Dexter Fong: Hi Ken
Bambi: can't get a full line in edgewise!
Dr. Headphones: good evening, dear friends
Elayne: Never mind that, I've misplaced my pipe...
Mudhead: Funny that Hatrch's web site is also pirating software.
Elayne goes off in search of her pipe. (BRB)
ah,clem: hi Ken
mrmuckle,dear...: good idea!
Dr. Headphones: e: is that galvanized steel or pvc?
ah,clem: ah, ha
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: I think that our national legislature is filled up with weirdos, all of them
cease: hi head
Bambi: yeah, well after his statement ...
Dr. Headphones: i'm more than just a head, i'm be hind, also ;)
Dexter Fong: Ken: You get my email?
cease: just heard on the yank news that bush deleted any possible reference to global warming from epa report
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dave in through the front door at 9:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave
llanwydd: just looked at the Hatch proposal. I don't think it can be done
Elayne: Ah, Robin hid it. We had the cable guy in today to gouge us another $15/month for digital cable...
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: there's an embargo on italian frogs right now, due to the banana war, so my guess is pvc, dr. h
Bambi: hi dave
cease: th4e reporter said that was like falsifying unemployment numbers at the dept of labour
llanwydd: I HOPE it can't
Elayne: And still no BBC America. And still no Food Network. Bah.
cease: hi dave
Dr. Headphones: ah, yes, dex, meant to answer, but slipped my dr. memory. yes, i will attempt. will write later with address
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It could be end-run easily enough
Elayne: Hi Dave!
Dave: hey guys, sorry couldn't get on last week, ya miss me?
Mudhead: It's not warming, it's baking
Elayne: I did, Dave.
Dr. Headphones: hey dave, sorry i've been missing you on aim. i leave it on and forget to say "i'm away" or turn it off
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: yes
cease: you were gone?
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off s at 9:45 PM
Bambi: hey ken
Dexter Fong: I took your place dAVE
Dr. Headphones: miss you? we weren't even shooting at you
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: cat - the 1984 department in the executive is deleting reference to everything
Bambi: bye, bye s ... long live s
Dr. Headphones: how's the bambina tonight? (and ah, clem too!)
Merlyn: was "s" anyone? Had the same IP as bambi and clem, but didn't get a refresh for 15 minutes
Dexter Fong: This deletion is brought to you by US Plus....we own the idea of silence
Bambi: whoever he/she was
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: note that they now deny they even mentioned WMD
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Good thing Orwell didn't live to see this
Bambi: as far as I am concerned .... hatch is nobody any more
Bambi: as far as I am concerned .... hatch is nobody any more
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: WMD? What WMD?
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
Elayne: OC, my favorite bit is the idiot calling us "revisionist historians."
ah,clem: wa a mistake merl, mine (s)
cease: your country seems to be getting more fucked up every day. i didnt know that was possible
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: indeed
Dr. Headphones: bbc world service has been running "animal farm" narrated by ben kingsley. i have read it numerous times, but read aloud it's so "real"
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: what exactly do you mean "any more", bambi -- when was he ever?
Bambi: hmmmm
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: make for an interesting logue
Bambi: hmmmm
Elayne: It's like "I know you are but what am I?" Weird.
mrmuckle,dear...: could you repeat that for those of us on drugs???
Bambi: hmmmm
cease: headphone will do that to you, doc
Dr. Headphones: yam: dia logue or mono logue?
Bambi: hmmmm
Mudhead: I need drugs
cease: how's robin's job situation, el?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Trilogue
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: hmm, i'll have to check that dr. h - i tried Radio 4, but they were doing that new NZ novel that was kinda boring
Dr. Headphones: w h a t w a s f i v e i s n o w t w o
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: quad even
mrmuckle,dear...: or bumponna log
Bambi: klok ... yeah ... my next line never took
Elayne passes the pipe to Mudhead.
ah,clem: some one should teach Bambi the words.
cease: when this site crash, i thought it was ashcroft's doing
Dave: this is the left channel talking,
Bambi: if he ever was or something like that
Dexter Fong: lol clem
Merlyn: Maybe I should change the reaper to look for name matches, and not IP matches
cease: you aint got no friends on your left
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Damn Leftist traitors!
Mudhead: thx e
Dr. Headphones: klok: clover just died last night (muttering "i must work harder") so it's almost over
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I disabled nmy left channel
Elayne: Alas, Cat, he lost a very big job on Monday. We're still okay for a couple months, and there are some good possibilities down the pike, but this was the "3+ months sure thing" and they pulled it out from under him.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's a right-channel conspiracy!
ah,clem: re - hmmmmmm
cease: bummer
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Sorry, E
Elayne: Thanks, Mr Y
||||||||| "9:49 PM? I'm late!" exclaims mrmuckle,dear..., who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Mudhead: Sorry E
Elayne: Well, the two companies in NY still like him a lot.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: You don't NEED a LEFT channel
cease: i'm sure he merits it
Dr. Headphones: i miss last week, first time in ages, and pb shows up. my sense of timing is all screwy these days due to female influences....
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: That coulfd be good
Elayne: I need a left channel. Honest, I do. I can't be on the blogs ALL the time.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i thought Al Gore was going to provide us one, pheet
cease: always the best kind, doc
Elayne: PB was here last week? I must have missed it too.
cease: unbelievable but true
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: e - try www.talkingpointsmemo.com
Dr. Headphones: read the logs, e
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: as did I
Dexter Fong: Very late he appeared Elayne
Merlyn: yep, came in pretty late
ah,clem: french doors are all better now Merl.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Figures
llanwydd: I was here last week but I missed Pete
Dexter Fong: Clem: Freedom doors
Bambi: ah, great
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Freedom doors, pal
Elayne: I was just gonna say, Merlyn, them being on the left coast & all, must've been after I retired.
llanwydd: I always miss Austin as well
Merlyn: oui
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, dr. h, especially the bristlecone pines - they have lots to say
cease: i think it was to plug his gig in utah with krassner. not that any of us would acutlaly GO to utah....
Elayne: I'm still amazed Cat's here so relatively early for him.
Dr. Headphones: speaking of freedom doors, i posted to an egroup about music and used the "freedom" horn instead of french horn
Merlyn: they were "freedom doors" for the duration
Dave: you're fucking kidding, I was restricted from my computer and didn't work that night so couldn't get one, damn it!
Elayne: Nah, I've seen Krassner in NY, I don't need to see him in Mormon country.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It's like 2100 hours ther?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: but we could meet Orin Hatch, cat!
Elayne: In Orem Utah?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Is that Utah gig in Donkey Dump?
Dr. Headphones: i say "down the hatch"
cease: krassner and bergman together, el?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: he wears different underwear there, e
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: He;ll play you a spiffy tune, Oral will
cease: anyway, pb had lots of interesting things to say about his tour with michelle. yuou can read the log
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: bah
Dr. Headphones: the senate barbershop quartet will not be same when trent lott leaves, alas
Bambi: yep, down the hatch ... he really made me mad
Elayne: No Cat, not together.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: he makes everybody mad
Dr. Headphones: if i'm going to admire and respect a republican, he will be very low on my list
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i think he's trying to make up for the departure of jesse helms
cease: my point. i suggested they get harry shearer to join them and have another peter, paul and harry show
llanwydd: anyone hear the Nick Danger thing on NPR this morning? I just missed it
Dr. Headphones: but he IS in favor of stem cell research, much to the chagrin of all fundies everywhere
Bambi: how dare he say such a thing ... what does he think this is ... a communist state
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: He must have the IQ ofg a ham sandwich
cease: who, nick danger?
Dr. Headphones: yam: don't insult pigs like that, please
Dexter Fong: Il: ND on NPR...in the morning?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: He's too weird to be a senator
Bambi: (hatch)
Mudhead: Hatch is a hypocritical software pirate himself, try this http://www.wired.com/news/politics/0,1283,59305,00.html
cease: neutral density filters uber alles
llanwydd: Hey! a ham sandwich is pretty smart!!
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i'll take wratten gelatin, myself
cease: when i'm shooting outside and the sun comes out (rare in vancouver), my ND filter kicks in and it's as iff nothing happened sun-wise.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: with maybe some vegemite on the side
Bambi: figures ... takes the bribes and runs and does what he wants ... just like the rest of the politicians in dc no matter what side of the political fence they are on.
Elayne: Yeah Mudhead, heard about that. "Owned by us (duh)" indeed.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: day for night?
cease: aussie? meet harriet
Dr. Headphones: klok: put it on the top, please
klokwkdogOrangeCrush called up radio station to request "about the weather"
llanwydd: NPR was doing a fundraiser when I turned it on and the announcer said they had just had a ND sketch
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Heh, here I might actually hear that!
cease: and they said, there is no weather today?
Bambi: get so tired of lobbyists and their BS and politicians buying into it
Dexter Fong: Might be Neil Diamond too
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: they never seem to raise those funds. always trying, over and over
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: gotta admire their persistence
llanwydd: Maybe they meant North Dakota
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: is he still alive?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: or living in las vegas??
llanwydd: No seriously he said nick danger
Dexter Fong: Sink the Bismark
cease: was he ever?
Dr. Headphones: last time i raised funds it involved picking my checkbook up off the floor
ah,clem: I'll have a gelatin too, any color will do, as long as it is filled with some ting nice
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: clear channel uber alles, er, Minot!
Mudhead: I heard it here first. Definition of politics...poly as in many, tics as in blood sucking insects
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: No lime
Dr. Headphones: clem: i prefer mandarin oranges or pineapple myself
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: and then the promoter fell off the floor...
Dave: speaking of weather, the station I work for is moving to a studio with a window looking outside, instead of the one we have now where it looks on a lobby, but I think it'd be really funny to say, "well it's a beautiful day outside" and have a thunderstorm out there, just to fuck it all up
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I like the stuff w/cottage cheese
llanwydd: Winot?
Dr. Headphones: ewww, yam, that's some of the most disgusting stuff ever made
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Dave: Go for it
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: exactly, Il, heavy on the anhydrous ammonia
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I'm a bad person, so naturally, I eat bad food
cease: good one, dave
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, dave, or specialize in reading "historical" weather, from, like, 5 years ago
cease: you are what you eat
llanwydd: you are what you eat
cease: klok, you know the austin tale "yesterday's news?"
llanwydd: I wish i had said that
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: or 50 years ago, or make it up[ a la ray-gun
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
Dave: good idea klok
cease: one of the best on his Old Detective talking book
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: no cat
Mudhead: damm things been around all nite
Mudhead: damm things been around all nite
cease: order it from lodestone. i have a link to it on my frisco trip page on the seemreal.com site, or will when doc puts it up
cease: t is, if there still is a lodestone
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: in fact, dave, you could make up outrageous weather; there is also "space weather" available online that you could report
Dave: or I could say, "now if you look at the weather map..you'll see that we don't have one!" if you don't get the ref...you don't know comedy
cease: actaully, you should order RedShift first, but then, order austin's book
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Sure 9million MPH solar winds, meteor showers
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Dave, I'm thinking early Carlin?
Dexter Fong: These moments of repitition have bee brought to you bY US Plus...we own the idea of reverberation
llanwydd: is it raining in space?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Hippy Dippy Weatherman
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, what is that bit with "winds" on Saturn now only 600 mph, down from 1000 mph? how can wind go 1000 mph?
cease: i'm surprised more of you firefans, and firefans in general dont know austins Old Detective 2-cassette product
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: LL:not MY space
Elayne: "Tonight: Dark. Getting gradually darker as the night goes on. Light towards morning."
llanwydd: I'd love to see a stellar tornado
cease: that what i thought too, mr y, el
||||||||| Bunnyboy waltzes in at 10:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: B_B
Dr. Headphones: hi bun
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy!
cease: hi bunny. have a dolphin beer
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: oi
Dexter Fong: Hey Bun
Dave: yes exactly guys, a skit called the 11:00 news from 1974, when he didn't swear every other fucking god damned word
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: sheesh, if only BB could waltz in carrying a clock with the correct time, for a change...
Dexter Fong: Cat: I've got the Old Detective
Bunnyboy: But, I don't like...well, yeah I do. A lot.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Things got much worse, I'm thinking of taking up substance abuse
cease: isnt it great?
llanwydd: brb
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: (and I thought that was Simon and Garfunkel song...)
cease: when i was in frisco, i searched for the house of little men, following his directions. i dont think it's still there
Bunnyboy: The Belgians are good for what ales me.
cease: always the right decision, happy
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: pheet, i tried that, but there isn't any substance left to things...
cease: yes, they do make a fancy ale
Mudhead: We take drugs pretty seriously in my family.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'm particularly fond of the piece about the guy doing the horizontal building scaling
cease: I LOVE THAT
cease: not only your family, mud
Bunnyboy: Anybody on Hulk alert?
Dexter Fong: =))))))
klokwkdogOrangeCrush given the chance, went straight through SF as fast as he could and off into Marin...
cease: the kids are ripping down bookstore doors to get the new harry potter here
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: not that i know of, BB; it's not easy being green
Dexter Fong: Klok: Avoiding corruption?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: more like avoiding large urbane areas
llanwydd: Harry must be a bad influence
cease: the line "night spiders" is probably my favourite austin moment
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The Hulk another movie blockbuster to ignore
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: stan freberg's acrobats on radio is pretty good, if it comes to that
Mudhead: it's not good
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Doing quite well in that line
cease: i reviewed that in elayne's old firesign zine
Bunnyboy: I got some noise to make, shortly. Lessee, topic, topic...
Dexter Fong: Cat: The tone of the piece, the language is just so dead on...could be a serious BBC program
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's summer, mud, it doesn't have to be
cease: its on the web somewhere. when ever i enter my name in google, my reveiw for Old Detective shows up.
cease: i'm quite happy about thafgt
cease: i'm quite happy about thafgt
llanwydd: freberg is still around?
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: ...the blinders are removed on memorial day - all products are allowed to pass uninspected
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: qfit refeating ersef
cease: oddly, yess. ill
Dexter Fong: But not Dawes Butler
cease: ony he was away, for about, oh, 40 years or so
llanwydd: is he still funny?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: "serious BBC program" is redundant, now python absent
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: how about peggy taylor?
cease: maybe dead now. i heard him interveiwed on can. radio a few years ago, plugging his newly com[iled album of oldies
Dr. Headphones: how about peggy fleming?
Dexter Fong: Who's Peggy?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: (and whatever happened to Martha Quinn?)
llanwydd: funny but corny?
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctec inside, makes a note of the time (10:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
doctec: hi gang
Dexter Fong: Hiya Doc
cease: the peg next to peg D
Dr. Headphones: martha quinn the eskimo?
cease: hi doc
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: hidoc
Dr. Headphones: hey tom
Elayne: Hi Tom!
Mudhead: hi doc
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I thin Mojo Nixon got Martha Quin pregnant w/his two headed love child
llanwydd: the doctor is in
doctec: wow, another full house
Merlyn: hey doc
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: that's inuit to your, dr. h
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: oi doc
cease: everybody's gonna jump for joy
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: you
Mudhead: i fold
Elayne: I think more of us are starting to get here at 10 PM than 9 PM...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: We're NOT bloody eskimos!
Elayne: Inuit and out the other.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: kwd cannot jump no more
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah,clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Bambi - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: no, you're not bloody if you take your time when flensing that blubber
: i needed some down time after work today - and the bummer of it is i have more office programming i have to do before the night is out
Dexter Fong: Yah gotta start early if you wanna stay away from the repear
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: of course not, pheet -- that's just from the baby seals...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:10 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving doctec coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Oh dear, they're dropping like flies...
Merlyn: looks like clem got hit again...
Dexter Fong: Doc is down and out a[[arently
Dave: it's the good doctor, not needing any medicine tonight thank you very much
doctec: yeah and i have office work i have to do before the night is out, so my visit this evening may be somewhat curtailed
doctec: am i still here?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush feels happier in old-fashioned non-programmable offices, esp. after being caught in a few when life support goes off at 10PM
Mudhead: i need some more medicine
cease: you get my note about jp/sculpture pix, doc?
Dexter Fong: I see you Doc
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: you are
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yep, DT, you come in right on time
doctec: yes cat
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: but now...
doctec: very busy week at the orifice for me, i may lose this weekend to office work too
doctec: big monday deadline
cease: i e mailed fish about linking house of little men search to actually ordering the cassetes from lodestone, but no repsonse yet.
cease: you always have your priorites straight, doc
doctec: is lodestone even functioning at this point?
cease: that's what i'd like to find out
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I'm functioning, barely
Bunnyboy: Hiya, doc. Just involved in a sidebar with Dave.
cease: maybe austin's Detective thing can be ordered from Amazon?
Mudhead: snurt, hack cough...loud exhale "Whew!"
cease: must be strong dope, mud
doctec: last i heard rich was up against the wall, as it were - whirlwind took 'em for a spin (again, as it were)
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I've had to do a lot of work to get this 'puter working well
Bunnyboy: Doc: I'm the Cakewalk geek now - I'm attending a Project5 clinic next Wednesday.
doctec: no kidding
Dr. Headphones: yam: still on the old one or did you upgrade as planned?
Mudhead: bv uyghuyhgmdj,llllllll+2
doctec: you'll have to let me know what you think of project 5, bb
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I dropped anthe 512mb of memory in it and it seems okay
Mudhead: -89.'
cease: all work and no play makes mr. y dull
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Dr. H: upgraded
doctec: is that why you have happy feet mr. y?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Y finally
Bunnyboy: doc: I'll let you know right now - It's swell!
Dr. Headphones: i would love to do that myself, but dollars keep me at 400 mhz for now
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I did it buying a bit at a time
cease: dollar? dolorous? doll are us
doctec: bb: yeah, it seems to be the only competition for reason these days... and i'm guessing you went with project5 over reason because p5 supports vsti/dxi etc
Dave: a gig here, makes things run like lightning
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: But now it's together
Dr. Headphones: did you see the blow-up doll story in british paper? i'll try to find the url
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I have a gi o memory, may kick up to 1.5
Dr. Headphones: http://icbirmingham.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100localnews/content_objectid=13082923_method=full_siteid=50002_headline=-It
doctec: you can never have enough memory in a pc, that's for sure
Dr. Headphones: yam: there's a ceiling somewhere that windows won't go above. check that out before you invest any more
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Have to buy 333 MHZ, to, which ain't cheep
doctec: or enough blow-up dolls in british papers
Dr. Headphones: doc: this one reminded me of the "doll drop" thing. i mean real blow-up dolls as in sex toys.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: My top out is 3 gigs
Bunnyboy: doc: Yes, the effects/synths were a draw.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: If I could get Linux to work, I'd dump blows altogether
Dexter Fong goes afk for a refill
Dr. Headphones: yam: linux will work, it's just a question of whether you can do everything you want to with the available software
Bunnyboy: PSYN, the virtual analog synth, is incredible.
cease: instead of bride of firesign, i suggested bride of sex toy for title of last firesign album. but why would they listne to me?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Can't go online
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: dr h: the chat thing pulled out all the ampersands from your link
Mudhead: it diddnt wurk
doctec: go to http://icbirmingham.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100localnews/index.cfm?page=2 and look for the M6 Doll Road headline
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Woks okay otherwise
Dr. Headphones: ah, ampersands are verboten here?
Bunnyboy: I'm eyeballing an Edirol keyboard controller. I need more knobs!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Still can't figur out how to install programs, tho
Dr. Headphones: ok, yam, sounds like you have a winmodem then. get external serial port one and go for it
Bunnyboy flushes with embarrassment
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I saw some nice Knobs I wouldn't mind having today
Dr. Headphones: bun: flush twice, it didn't all go down the first time
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Dr. H no, it's a real modem
cease: hilarious
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Tried the external, no dice
Bunnyboy: I...I gotta twiddle. I'm an M.A. (Media Addict), after all.
doctec: is that a straight flush or a royal flush?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Linux hates my external USB drives, too
Bunnyboy: G'nite, campers.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: test
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It only recognizes my MP3 jutebox
doctec: bb: i hear ya there. things have been so busy for me lately though that i still need to get up to speed with ableton live, absynth and the moog modular v
Dr. Headphones: later, bun
Dexter Fong: Night Bun
Mudhead: One firefighter said: “I’ve seen a few strange things in my time but is certainly one of the most bizarre I’ve cum across.”
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite bb
cease: when you're less busy, i'l lftp the grace cathedral chimes and their new couterpart i just got in mail today, doc
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: And Wine won''t run, sez my Win2K indstallation is damaged
cease: by bun
Dr. Headphones: lol, mudhead!
doctec: i hope things start to settle down a bit on the work and personal fronts once i get back from my julie 4 trip
doctec: nitye bb
Elayne: Bye BB!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: later Bb
klokwkdogOrangeCrush is now fortified with beer and popcorn covered in mongolian fire oil...
Bunnyboy: I have the demo for moog modular. Nice!
Dr. Headphones: yam: you're out of my league now, not sure what you're talking about
cease: hope so too, doc
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Wine's a wiblows emulator
Dr. Headphones: klok: straight from the gobi national wildlife reserve?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yep
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Thing is I think Linux hates non-DOS winblows installs
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's more other way around, pheet
Bunnyboy: I belong to an informal fraternal organization, the Webelows. Our motto: We-Be-Low...on BEER!
doctec: hoo hah!
Bunnyboy: Our meetings involve crafts and booze.
Dexter Fong: Bun: That merits a badge
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: and booze
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:27 PM.
doctec: look, i made this decorative table out of a beer keg...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The 12 Step badge
Dr. Headphones: yam: i did my linux partitioning and install from dos, worked fine. not sure how to handle it through non-dos windows though
Bunnyboy: OK, rilly, bye-bye
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I have no DOS
Mudhead: Sex toys on the M6 sure beats hamburger on the highway.
Bunnyboy zips out
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I've used YAST
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: partition magic uber alles, dr. h
||||||||| "10:27 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: And I think that's the problem
Dr. Headphones: you have no dos, deputy dawg has no friends. life's not fair
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Klok: tried that, too
Dr. Headphones: deputy dan. wrong frictional character there
doctec: fare? how many dharma dollars is that?
Mudhead: Run GRUB
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: windows xp wants to control c, even it it's on d:
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Tried it
Dr. Headphones: eat grubs, prevent a beetle
Dexter Fong: Dharma and Grub?
doctec: windows xp just plain wants control!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: No XP-2k
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, summer replacement for lilo and stitch
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Don't need the extra rubbish and Spyware
cease: i think there actually was a deputy dan, lapd children's indoctrination character
Mudhead: 2k should work w/lilo
Dexter Fong: Cat: Thought it ws character indoctrination
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It works, to a point, but the Emulator won't run
doctec: ...it just walks?
Mudhead: Hey Do those concentratin camps work down in Cuba?
Dr. Headphones: can't give you any help on that, yam. sorry. i'd suggest some of the online forum sites. if you want one, i'll check my bookmarks. let me know
doctec: yeah they're thinking really hard...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Linux appears to have no generic drivers for devices like modems
Dexter Fong: Does a Narzi shit on everybody?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: if you have angered the Emulator, you might have to make a burnt offering
Dr. Headphones: dex: no, only those who oppose him
Mudhead: If you use standard hjardware most commercial pkgs work
Dexter Fong: K: I'd have to differ
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Tried burnt offerings, too. Old MB in fact
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: linux wants to have open source. most modems now dont' really exist, they are all software code in the CPU
cease: when i was a kid in la, the cops would come to the school and try'n convince us that it was only them preventing us from being killed by an army of evil others. hey, jsust like Today!
cease: Cannabis Lapd, a character on old firesing play Tile it Like it Is.
cease: you heard that yet, dave?
cease: you heard that yet, dave?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Mine's Aopen they're weird, anyway
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: that code is proprietary to modem chipmaker; they don't like to release: ergo internal winmodems are useless in Linux: go cable/DSL or external
Dexter Fong: Deputy George will knock us down when we go to vote
Dr. Headphones: dex: begging won't work with nazis
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: vote?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Lead Pipe is effective
doctec: the more it changes the more it stays the same
cease: curious george now works for the fbi?
Mudhead: linux has new windows "term used by permission from Microsoft" drivers for modems
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: pheet - well, you may have to go farther. we once got up to a recent hire and were considering a middle manager when things finally went right
cease: sounds french, doc
Mudhead: more like freedom to me
Dr. Headphones: french? OH MY GOD, BOMB 'EM BACK TO THE STONED AGE!
Mudhead: that would be an upgrade
cease: the bronze age?
Mudhead: stoned age
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, i just found some for a USR winmodem for linux, but they looked so darn painful i decided to pass. the internal winmodems are really a time bomb, since the mfrs. tend to die and stop supporting them
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Well, I think that cable's the way to go if I want to get Linux online
cease: another great austin story on that tape, the brass age
doctec: and the far flung isles of langerham
cease: yeah, age is a stone.
cease: one
Dr. Headphones: the suburbs of smegma
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i really won't touch an internal modem unless i can run it from Telix in DOS now
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Klok: I hate thosde things, they die too quickly
doctec: a cheesy sebacious substance...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:36 PM, dragging C. Simril by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dr. Headphones: ok, dear friends, i'm gonna run away. company coming over in a few. sea yuh
C. Simril: this is annoying
Mudhead: I agree gimme an external strap on any day
C. Simril: just like irc!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I have a Zoom external, but it's ignored by Linux, as is my cell phone
C. Simril: fuck
Dexter Fong: Ken: Mail me
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, pheet, they're like old atari game cartridges: useless; only good thing is people buy new computers ever 3 years or so anyway...
||||||||| Dr. Headphones leaves to catch the 10:36 PM train to Hellmouth.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite dr. h
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cat', just granted probation at 10:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cat: am i here yet?
Dexter Fong: yep
cat: i keep getting undone
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cease at 10:37 PM
Mudhead: damm that echo
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: why is there 3 of cat?
Mudhead: damm that echo
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off C. Simril at 10:37 PM
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: but only one speaking?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: My modem was a bonus since the 'puter store had to reorder the MB-they put a pentium board in an AMD package
cat: half the people here are me
Dexter Fong: Actually there's 3 of you know Cat/Cease/C>S>
doctec: damn that echo
doctec: oops...
Dexter Fong: ooops only 2
cat: just like adbusters!
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: full spreed ahead!
doctec: vroooommmmmm........
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Terry Thomas on the radio
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i'm high on the real thing...
Dexter Fong: If Roto only here to take speedy motah cruiser
cat: nice email from roto today
Mudhead: I'm savin my money for that new 600hp crate motor from GM
cat: on having received Red Shift
cat: not on false drugs,, klok?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Terry Thomas doing "Walking"
cat: they've always worked for me
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: was his prose higher or lower in frequency?
Dave: I think I'll go for a bit, might be back, might not, bye for now
doctec: yes, roto had some very nice things to say about red shift
doctec: ok take care dave
Dexter Fong: Night ave
doctec: your cool edit problems
||||||||| Around 10:40 PM, Dave walks off into the sunset...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: y
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: all US citizens have just got religion from the gov't, C
Mudhead: I got the real thing bubblin up here on the shelf
cat: by dave
doctec: i could sure use the real thing right about now...
cat: bubble hash?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Oh? Where's mine? Does Buddisim count?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: if we don't behave, they throw our ass in jail at an undisclosed location for an indeterminate period for an unknown reason
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Only to ZEN, mudhead
Mudhead: not past ten
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: or did you not notice that all of Benton Harbor, MI is now missing?
doctec: like they did with that guy at the thing in the place?
Dexter Fong: MY =))))))))
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Had to act fast
Dexter Fong: What was your motivation MY?
cat: so that's where they put commy martyrs
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i'm past 10 here, and didn't collect $200
doctec: what do i look like, stanislavsky?
Mudhead: I own the railroads
Dexter Fong: DT: No, the dialog coach
doctec: take a ride on the reading...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Heh, achmed over here will be playing the Part of the Jew
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yes, but i have little pink houses on every one of mine...
cat: i dont work for anybody. everybody works for ME
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: anything but the a train
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: although coltrane is fine...
doctec: klok: doing your best john mellencamp imitation there?
cat: made out of ticky-tacky?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Take the Coltrane
doctec: exclusive balsa wood construction
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it doesn't have to be that good, DT
Mudhead: you need some heat
cat: i was accosted by a man who claimed to be named john coltrane in the frisco airport
doctec: and freeway minutes close to beautiful lake strontium, and its helpful radium springs
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: picture yourself in...monopoly houses with gumdrop cars...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: He may have been
doctec: oops, make that healthful
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: john coltrane al tikriti? isn't he on one of those playing cards?
cat: lucy in the sky with tax-free dividends
doctec: coal train, john...
doctec: jesus h chrysler
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: ach du lieber!
cat: jack o diamonds, i'll see your bob dyan, and raise you a zimmerman
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: did you notify the Proper Authorities, Cat? they would have put you in an undisclosed location. wait, don't tell me...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Gott in hemi!
cat: ist one enuf, happy?
doctec: be right back (have to tend to laundry)
Mudhead: nah, yust a big block
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: 442 to you, too
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: one what?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush needs to marry a Laundry Tender
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I need a maid
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: a freedom maid
doctec: 2nd rinse is underway
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: shades of future archeologists trying to make sense of all the 305 V8 blocks they'll find...
cat: Aman needs a maid
doctec: laundry tender, laundry sweet...
klokwkdogOrangeCrush really doesn't care what her name is, pheet
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The second rinse is the best
cat: get mopin
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Followed by that spin
doctec: you never forget your first rinse...
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: in the laundromat, it always reminds me of the Boston Sequarium
Dexter Fong: I remember my first sprinkle
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Washing herring?
doctec: schpritz?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: in Visine!
Dexter Fong: DT: No, uncarbonated
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Or cod?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: (get the Red out)
cat: shift that Red
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Washing Cod pieces?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: there are no more cod
Dexter Fong: Cod is dead?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: There are some pieces
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: and red shift isn't real
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: cod are dead
cat: it only seems real
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's faked by nasa to cover up the non-moon landings
Dexter Fong: Cods are feighning death
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: LOL, cat
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: ha
cat: sounds like something karl rove would do
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Playing possum, no mean feat for a fish
cat: red rove, red rove, come ov, red rove
Dexter Fong: No fish got mean feet
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, and if their ruse works, Dex, they're going to break out of the Fulton Fish market and come after ya!
doctec: ed ove
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Soles do
doctec: fullsome fish market
cat: the ed a-my
Dexter Fong: Let 'em come KW, I got my Ginshu sushi knife
Mudhead: Great another rainy weekend
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: has anyone noticed that the whole administration seems right out of Central Casting?
cat: the more fullsome, the beter they market
doctec: too bad she rolled her 'r' on that line...
cat: really
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: If you knew sushi like I knew Sushi
Mudhead: I havent seen the sun since I don't know when
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: marketed as beter nuts?
cat: su su sushi
doctec: too bad she rolled her 'r' on that line...
doctec: but that's me...
Dexter Fong: Better beter nuts?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Klok: more like the spares bucket of the Reagan Administration
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i think i'll stay here in my four-poster bed...
doctec: is there a four-poster child for those beds?
Dexter Fong: KW: Lemme guess, one poster of Adrian barbeu, one of Traci Lords...hmm what else?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: only when they misbehave, DT
doctec: dex: lol
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: From a Nucular family that only eats potatoes
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: julie peterson and sylvie garat, DF
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Who?
cat: the family that nukes together, pukes together
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm Spud and he's Bud, we're a Nucular family what only eats potatoes
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: exactly
doctec: i've hardly touched spuds since undergoing diet modification self-hypnosis
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I don't eat em that often
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I eat mostly rice
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: kwd consumes tons of them
cat: you can hypnotize yourself into not eating potatoes, doc?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: he doesn't remember, Cat
||||||||| "10:55 PM? 10:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "lt bradshaw should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as lt bradshaw enters and sits on the couch.
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: occasioanl pasta
Dexter Fong: I hardly touch SCUDS since etc...
cat: what does brad stand for?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Bernard!
Dexter Fong: Put it over here Bradshaw
doctec: well, maybe hypnosis is not the right word. put it this way: i looked at myself in the mirror and decided it was time to do something about my expanding waistline
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, but those FROGs can still getcha
lt bradshaw: thanks, i think i will
cat: writer responsible for all problems he creates
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I have a bag o'SCUDS in the pantry
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: a bigger belt?
lt bradshaw: first time here, elayne invited me
Dexter Fong: Drinkin' doubles
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I haven't got that problem, the most I've ever weighed was 165
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: there are not that many calories in raw potatoes - it's the garnishes that get ya
doctec: so i convinced myself to count calories and keep my calorie intake below my outgo
Merlyn: she was here, but left
Dexter Fong: Elayne was here earlier, Lt. but left....welcome
Mudhead: hi lt, pick up your stool
doctec: by about 200-500 calories each day
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Seein Doubles, too(damn Bifocals)
lt bradshaw: ah, into the time machine eh, oldest trick in the book
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: wow, and so you slowly fade...away?
Mudhead: I'm doin doubles behind the bar
cat: left ten ants, remembered 9 uncles
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: we have some very old books, too!
Dexter Fong: Like an inactive chatter?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Cue the Organist
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: is he still doing movies on weekends, pheet?
doctec: klok: not fade away, just - thinning out
cat: kew the gardens, marvin
Dexter Fong: Shoot the Piano Player
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I weigh 140 on average
doctec: lost 15 lbs so far, and i have no desire to stop
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: cat LOL
lt bradshaw: ah, shoot just missing my weely dose of danger the mac crashed
Dexter Fong: Locse the durtain Fred
cat: kilos? nanograms?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: long term, i don't expect to weigh very much
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: lbs
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: 10 stone!
cat: long term, you'll be weightless, klok
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: ha
doctec: mr. y: my 'target' weight for my height is 145-154. i was pushing 173 back in april
Dexter Fong: My stone goes up to 11
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I dunno mine
doctec: hit 158 this past weekend for the first time in years
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I'm 5'10"
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: potatoes, cat - remember the context! you must keep up with the flow or you'll lose your context. remember, context is everything!
lt bradshaw: later gotta go finish blogging, like swedish blogging but with less beautiful women
cat: stone running out? here, have one of mine
doctec: 140 lbs and 5-10? wow, skinny as a rail
doctec: you lucky dog
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:00 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs lt bradshaw by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: lol LB
cat: who was that lt?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Hard to find pants that fit, tho
doctec: your appetite is clearly well adjusted to your body's energy needs
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's all in the metabolism
Dexter Fong: Have to ask E Cat
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I eat all day, but only small amounts
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctec: well, and how well the appetite mechanism works
cat: oh, that was her friend?
doctec: for most people, appetite tells you you need more than you really do
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, i thought we were all gonna get computer-made tailored clothes virtually free and power too cheap to meter and, what else? oh yeah, flying cars -- where's my flying car??
Dexter Fong: Yes C
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I know better
doctec: that's what leads to obesity
cat: the more the marry her
Dexter Fong: Klok: I'll sell you a poster of a Flying Car
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: My eyes tell me "Meal", but I only take a few bites
Mudhead: i'm fadin
cat: off you fade, mud
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: we used to run experimental animals at ad lib weight, which is 25% below what they gorge themselves to...but this does not work with primates
Dexter Fong: You look fine to me Mud
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: My problem is parcelling things out in small portions and avoiding spoilage
doctec: this is what really got me going on changing my diet: http://www.fourmilab.ch/hackdiet/
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeast and tofu, pheet, yeast and tofu
Mudhead: i may be back but i am beeyootifull
cat: ah, the magical website that will Change Your LIfe
doctec: written by john walker (NOT lindh), founder of autodesk
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Eating small amounts and being single and that
Dexter Fong: Night MUd
doctec: it didn't change my life, it merely pointed the way
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, walker, he had a problem, didn't he, DT? did you read the gravity experiments?
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "11:03 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
doctec: in a very simle, easy to implement fashion
doctec: gravity experiments? no...
doctec: do tell
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's pretty interesting. he has a huge building, some kind of ancient mill, in switzerland
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I don't eat beef or pork all that often, I think that helps
Dexter Fong: He later did the comedy experiments
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: check the site, it's full of good stuff
cat: have idea for Quake Time cover,doc. maybe i can send it to you and there can be a Quake Time segment of the seemreal.com site where people can wait for it, like they did for red shift
cat: as if
cat: as if
cat: chuck the site?
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: i've always wondered if it was a chick or whether he fled there, like serpico...
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: I'm Chuck!
Dexter Fong: Hi Chucko
cat: chuck e's in love
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: oh, you're full of it, arent' you?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: oi
doctec: klok: is this what you're talking about? http://www.fourmilab.ch/gravitation/foobar/
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: not grounded tho
cat: chuck f's in rub
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: rikki tikki tavi?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: cat: I hate that song
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: looks familiar, DT
cat: being chuck would tend to do that, happy
doctec: chuck e cheese
cat: i'm sure she hates Ricky Dont Lose that Number
doctec: yes, john w is an interesting character alright
doctec: made his millions with audoCAD
Dexter Fong: lol Cat
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: no doubt
cat: is if ricky ever lost a doobie
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: it's a snapshot in time, cat - and yes, that song is the one steely i absolutely hate
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: That IS an annoying bit
Dexter Fong: Oh!!!!Peg from Steely Dan...now I get it
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Reelin in the years here
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: lame stupid pop from those capable of soaring far beyond such crap
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: which reel is that, pheet?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Amazing, isn't it?
Dexter Fong: Yes Grace
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The last reel, of course
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: DF I hate that song, too
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, it all seems wasted and pointless and then, in the midst of all this mediocrity, i slap my forehead and shout, "Wow, I could have been in Iraq!"
doctec: the dan boys have a new album out
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Reminds me of Catholic School
doctec: 2nd new album since disbanding in '80 (or was it '81?)
Dexter Fong: These hated songs brought to you by US Plus....we own the idea of annoyance
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: one cannot recapture past glory. the age is gone
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: Isn't it tho
doctec: heard a cut of it on morning becomes eclectic (kcrw daily music feed), it sounded great
Dexter Fong: 'cept for the Yankees
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: It's a new woild
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: yeah, i was listening today, but missed noting it
cat: new steely dan album?
Dexter Fong: Is it our toin to be slaves?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: wpkn's server is crapping out during the day now
cat: only song i really liked on last one was jack of speed
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: The yankees have pluck and large sums of $$$$ on their side. The best baseball money can buy
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: not really, Dex - we'll outvote the suckers
Dexter Fong: Whatever it takes Happy
doctec: gaslighting abby was the killer cut for me - what a fantastic chord progression in the chorus, just sends shivers down my spine
cat: you hear about the book about the oakland gm, or manager, billy bean or something bizarre like that?
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: $ seems to be the rule o'thumb and the root of all evil
cat: s just in oakland, as some of you know a couple of weeks ago
Dexter Fong: Cat: Very interesting book
cat: accoridng to author of book about him, he figured out how to get most from each dollar on each p;layer
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: See any oaks?
doctec: and the sax player they used, i'm pretty sure i passed him many times as i wound my way through the subway tunnels of nyc back in the mid '90s
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: and we thought you were in frisco...
cat: i must read that
cat: i must read that
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: say hi to JB, did you?
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: yes
cat: steve sax, old dodger great
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: yes
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: spreak engrish, troop!
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: que?
doctec: and his brother oliver?
cat: i was in all the bay area, klok. but when i joined the chat it was from freinds place in oakland
Dexter Fong: Ca: Didn't he play in the old Negro league down in Selmer Alabama
Happy Pheet Yamamoto: well, I am off, so FST members can now show up so I can miss them. Later all
||||||||| Happy Pheet Yamamoto leaves to catch the 11:14 PM train to Hellmouth.
cat: by yam
Dexter Fong: Night OI
cat: i yam what i yam
cat: wow. we almost all gone now
cat: imagine we leave, and a firesign shows up
cat: its happened before
cat: its happened before
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an etc
cat: how's lili, doc?
doctec: gang, i've gotta get some work done before i can hit the sack tonight
doctec: you all have a very good rest of the evening
Dexter Fong: Night Doc, best to Lili
doctec: and i'll catch y'all on the flip side
cat: by doc
doctec: thx dex
doctec: will relay the sentiment
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite dt
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzz..........
||||||||| doctec departs at 11:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Lili Lamont enters at 11:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush is not much longer for it either
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite pheet
Dexter Fong: Well......I should prolly got park the car before some authority does it for me
cat: lili!
Dexter Fong: Hi Lili....Good timing =)
Lili Lamont: Too late, I see.
cat: we were just talking about you!
cat: you missed doc by a nanosecond
Lili Lamont: How many people did I miss?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite dex, i prob'ly won't be here later
Dexter Fong: Me neither Klok, Toad Away time
Lili Lamont: I noticed that. He is probably going for some much needed sleep.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: e, ken, cat1, cat2, cat3, cat4 and catn, ah clem, etc. - you know, all the usual suspicions
cat: not one of the 4 or 5. yet
Dexter Fong: No Lili, work first, then sleep
Lili Lamont: Typical. The man's a maniac.
Dexter Fong: anyway, night dear friends and see you next time
Lili Lamont: Neither of the Phil's?
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: cat5 and you become unshielded twisted pair. cat5e and you are hot to trot the gigahertz dance
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: nite dex
Lili Lamont: Nite, Dex.
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: no philadelphias, lili
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: not even wanamaker's
Lili Lamont: Ah, well, my loss.
Merlyn: nite dex
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: anyhoo, i'll eave the ree of u to talk and make my adieu
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: too
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: goodnight
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: four of you now
cat: crashing like flies
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: maybe more will appear
Lili Lamont: Well, if I'm not going through some bizarre medical procedure next week, I'll be sure to sign in early.
cat: klok off
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: better company than can i now be
klokwkdogOrangeCrush: wow, shades of alien abduction!
||||||||| klokwkdogOrangeCrush says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, klokwkdogOrangeCrush exits at 11:21 PM.
cat: best of all procedures to you, lili
Lili Lamont: No, no anal probes!
Lili Lamont: Thanks, cat. I'm sure doc has filled you in somewhat, although I hope not too graphically.
cat: i avoid graphics, lili
Lili Lamont: You're a wise man, cat.
cat: heard an interesting tape today, lili. will ftp it ot doc and he can pass it on to you. very therapeutic. lots of birds, waves, that kinda thing\
cat: good for whatever ails you, i figure. want to use it in my next play
Lili Lamont: I know it's early for you, but I might bow out myself anyway. I just wanted to pop in and say hi to everyone. I'd like to hear that, cat. I enjoy environmental sounds, unless the environment is downtown NYC. Not that I don't love the city, but the noise can be a bit much.
cat: my brain enjoyed it, anyway. and i live a few feet from an actual forest, ocean, etc
Lili Lamont: My contractor is showing up early tomorrow to install doors on my bathroom cabinets and install lighting in the hall and dining room. At long last, my nightmare of darkness is ending.
cat: i look forward to seeing it, lili
Lili Lamont: I look forward to your visiting at some point, cat. At the rate it's taking me to find work, I'll probably be around for entertaining for a while.
cat: best of luck with work search, lili
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lili Lamont: Thanks, cat. It's been grim.
cat: but your talents cant keep hidden under a Bush-ell forever, lili
cat: ok, lili and merl. i too depart. see you all next week
Merlyn: ok cat
Lili Lamont: If Bush ever gets kicked out (we can only hope), maybe the economy will improve.
Lili Lamont: I'll see you all next week, then.
Lili Lamont: And I will go as well. Au revoir.
||||||||| Lili Lamont departs at 11:34 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: well, if cat left without exiting, he'll be dead in 5 minutes...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cat - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: yep...
||||||||| BarneyR waltzes in at 11:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
BarneyR: Hey Merlyn
Merlyn: hey
Merlyn: new here?
BarneyR: Yup, young for a FT fan too (27)
BarneyR: The thing that's got me sucked into the FT online vortex is that addictive game!
Merlyn: did you leave that message on the msg board earlier tonight?
BarneyR: Actually, yup, I did :)
BarneyR: I'm scouring all mentions of "chemical corn exchange bank" in the Firesign notes...
Merlyn: thought so; you were 27 there too, and it's been less than a year since earlier tonight
BarneyR: Methinks I'm gonna listen to "Boom Dot Bust" again
BarneyR: If it had been a year, I'd have proof that time flies when one has fun
Merlyn: OK, but you have to figure out what to do with the chemicals
BarneyR: I keep drinking it, to no avail
BarneyR: I'd love to dye Nancy's hair
BarneyR: LOL... kidding
Merlyn: that's not what you use it for (I wrote the game, BTW)
BarneyR: Really? I give you kudos, the game's truly addictive
BarneyR: If there were a bigger FT following, I'd say man, you gotta write one for the Gamecube
Merlyn: thanks, I thought I needed to add more misc interaction, but it was taking so long..
BarneyR: Save that for when the FT hire you to do a commercial project
Merlyn: don't know if adventure-style games would sell on a graphical system very well, though
BarneyR: I'm heavily into Zelda... and this has gotten me just as addicted
BarneyR: All I'm missing is the chemical link
Merlyn: have you figured out rococo's alias?
BarneyR: I'd believe it changes all the time, but when I was there I figured it out
BarneyR: Rocky gives a good hint when one's broke
Merlyn: yep, that was a last minute addition that I thought of
BarneyR: I laughed out loud when I saw the link... Figures, I'm the right nationality
Merlyn: more iron in your nickels
BarneyR: Are US nickels copper-core?
BarneyR: Or just an ore?
Merlyn: nancy sort of gives you a hint, too
Merlyn: I'm not really sure; I just know you can pick up canadian nickels with a magnet, but not american
BarneyR: All she tells me is "Ooh, thanks for the message, Nicky"
BarneyR: Does that mean I should buy that female wig? LOL
BarneyR: Wait... is that it?
||||||||| 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..
Merlyn: she says something else, too
BarneyR: Does that mean I should buy two tickets?
Merlyn: no, you need to observe what she says
BarneyR: Hi Catherwood, I'm an newbie here.. er, where'd (s)he go?
BarneyR: Gum... gum...
BarneyR: The only other thing I saw (apart from the USO girl always helping me out) is "Got any gum?"
BarneyR: To which I always try to give the chemical to them
Merlyn: catherwood is a robot; he (usually) ushers people in and out, and announces the time on the hour, etc
BarneyR: Ah, okay...
Merlyn: that's not gum
Merlyn: that should be enough to get you going again
BarneyR: I was hoping it would cause a chemical reaction...
Merlyn: I'll demo catherwood
BarneyR: I'll try that... I'll go to the danceclub and just watch them speak for awhile
||||||||| Merlyn runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 12:03 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 12:03 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
BarneyR: Really? D'he boot you off?
Merlyn: ah well, neither one was a real catherwood
Merlyn: no, I pressed the exit button
||||||||| Merlyn runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 12:04 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| "12:04 AM? 12:04 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
Merlyn: there were more people hear earlier; sometimes member of Firesign Theatre show up, too
Merlyn: usually Austin, but Bergman was here last week
BarneyR: Cool...
BarneyR: Sorry if I converse a bit slower... I'm playing the game simultaneously
BarneyR: Two texts I see from Nancy: "Hey Joe, you got gum?" Ah! What about the gumball machine?
Merlyn: The past chat logs are at http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/indexx.html
BarneyR: Now I need to find a penny...
Merlyn: yep...anyway, show up earlier next week, it's every thursday. Did you find out about this on the website, or the newsgroup?
Merlyn: (this chat, I mean)
BarneyR: Actually, I was doing a search on chemical corn on the internet...
Merlyn: oh, found a chat log?
BarneyR: Or the Chemical Corn Exchange, I should say
BarneyR: Actually, I think I stumbled into a text-based game that offered an occasional chat in the "Firesign" area
BarneyR: then I thought, hey, maybe the FT have a chatroom!
BarneyR: My thoughts for a penny, now...
BarneyR: I mean that's where I'm at now, I have to find a penny
Merlyn: ah. Just tried an URL with /chat ?
Merlyn: ok, see you around.
BarneyR: Actually, just typed in keyword "chat"
Merlyn: I was only waiting until midnight in case ossman showed up... byeee
BarneyR: Bye then, and thanks for the tip
BarneyR )
Merlyn: (if your sentence starts with : it gets turned into an emote command)
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:14 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Around 12:26 AM, BarneyR walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| 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 exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:

ah,clem
ah.clem
Bambi
BarneyR
Bunnyboy
C. Simril
cat
cease
Dave
Dexter Dong
Dexter Fong
doctec
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
Happy Feet Yamamoto
Happy Feets Yamamoto
Happy Pheet Yamamoto
klokwkdogOrangeCrush
Lili Lamont
llanwydd
lt bradshaw
Merlyn
mrmuckle,dear...
Mudhead
URL References:
http://icbirmingham.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100localnews/content_objectid=13082923_method=full_siteid=50002_headline=-It
http://icbirmingham.icnetwork.co.uk/0100news/0100localnews/index.cfm?page=2
http://www.drudgereport.com/coulter.htm
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/indexx.html
http://www.fourmilab.ch/gravitation/foobar/
http://www.fourmilab.ch/hackdiet/
http://www.recordonline.com/archive/2003/06/19/jhbigbro.htm
www.talkingpointsmemo.com
http://www.wired.com/news/politics/0,1283,59305,00.html



Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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Bunnyboy

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FreqMan

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Merlyn LeRoy

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DocTech

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Rotonoto

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LeatherG & SO

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Nin0

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Tonk

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Dexter Fong

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Elayne

And,
"The Home Team"

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace,
Dear Friend