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 July 17, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dead Fred', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Dead Fred leaves to catch the 7:03 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| 7:03 PM: dead fred jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
dead fred: hello in there
||||||||| dead fred departs at 7:05 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: too early, fred
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 17, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Merlyn: well, at least that's over
Merlyn: 9:14 PM, and the chat drought continues...
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hey mudhead, really slow tonight so far...
Mudhead: Wont they fix those buses?
Mudhead: i'll brb
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Mudhead by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Outside, the 9:18 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 9:18 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Elayne: And I have, too.
Elayne: Wait a minute, didn't I say that on the other side of the chatroom?
Mudhead: Let's light em up then
Elayne is participating in Blogathon 2003, please visit her blog and sponsor her!
Elayne: http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
Merlyn: does it involve any walking?
Elayne: If it did, I wouldn't be participating. :)
Elayne lights one, per Mudhead's instructions, and passes it around.
Elayne: Also on my blog, if you scroll down a bit and check out the sidebar, there's a flashing "ad" for Take Back the Media, which has a new radio show that's Firesignian in nature (although probably not intentionally).
Mudhead: I wish i could, After an emergency room visit Sunday I've been forced to stop smoking.
Elayne: Oh dear, what happened Mudhead?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with C. Simril close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: Shortness of breath, o2 down to 85, I'm a real mess
C. Simril: hi el, all
Merlyn: ouch
Mudhead: i'm glad to be here
Elayne: Evenin' cat!
Elayne: Yikes, Mudhead. Please take care of yourself!
Merlyn: throw a towel over it
Mudhead: Thanks E
||||||||| a,clem enters at 9:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
C. Simril: Mrs Annie Hadsell, wife of David Hadsell, of Unadilla New York, was traded by her husband on Aug. 20th, 1904, for a valise
a,clem: hi all
Elayne: Hello a,c!
C. Simril: That's the opening of what I have labelled Dear Friends #8, Being on radio is more fun then watching TV
C. Simril: is that really #9, elayne?
Merlyn: hey clem
C. Simril: hi ah, you have the dear friends shows?
||||||||| "Hey a,clem!" ... a,clem turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:30 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
C. Simril: my crossed out #9 and relabelled #8 starts with lesson #1 of how to be a broadcaster. sounds authentic
Elayne: I forgot to look it up Cat, sorry.
C. Simril: you have these, merlyn, surely
C. Simril: i'm not sure i have all 12 or not.
Merlyn: no I don't, and don't call me shirley
C. Simril: at least the 12 half hour shows
ah,clem: got the disks, from you Cat, but have been so busy getting ready to travel, not sure what I can air this week.
Elayne: The 12 shows were hour-long ones.
Elayne: But Dex should be here shortly, he remembers more about it than me.
Merlyn: Hey, up until 1993 I only owned two places, dwarf, bozos, EYKIW and missing shoes, and I think that was it
C. Simril: aha
Elayne: We were talking about the DF shows when we had lunch last week.
C. Simril: discs? oh the seem real theatre things
Elayne: Dex told me there were actually around 18 shows or so, and some were more than an hour.
Elayne: Remember, the records have all the music deleted due to copyright reasons.
C. Simril: yes i heard you play the whole hour 25 show, complete with how time flys, last week
C. Simril: good combination with giant rat
Elayne: I'm so excited to finally be getting another copy of Neal Amid, thanks so much Cat!
ah,clem: no, the other package, there were some shows on tere, have not listened to yet,
Elayne: Now that my Firesign and Seem Real CDs are all in one place, I can listen to them again.
C. Simril: not a problem, el
Elayne: I never got to hear them when they were in Robin's CD changer.
ah,clem: the dsk set with Dave interview I aired last week.
Elayne: Oh bugger. Jim, what time do you air? Every Sunday at 9?
Elayne: I forgot to tune in last week, I'm sorry.
C. Simril: yes, and there are 2 really old radio free oz shows on there as well. not much in terms of quality, but the history is amazing
Mudhead: Give us the detaails please
Elayne: Yeah, I may as well bookmark it for good now.
ah,clem: sat at 9 pm eastern, and again on sunday. (at 9)
Elayne: Oh, both weekend nights. That's good.
Elayne: That'll help me get through Blogathon weekend after next.
Elayne: The evening hours will probably be the worst.
C. Simril: isnt there someplace on the web, i think has no name had it on his page, that lists the names of the dear friends episodes?
ah,clem: but may not get one together thisweek, may be a re-run.
Mudhead: Were and what to tune?
Elayne: If I start at 9 AM, that'll be hour 12...
Elayne: Long as you do one on the 26th, Jim, so I can blog about it. :)
C. Simril: what is a bloga thon, el?
Elayne: Cat, check my blog today, all the links are there.
C. Simril: people pay you to keep tying?
Elayne: http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
ah,clem: sorry, E., is a good time for SkyBird listeners,
C. Simril: isnt that the same as Work?
Elayne: Not me, I'll be blogging for charity. Global Fund for Women
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Mr. Motion steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Elayne: I think it's a really terrific idea, hundreds of bloggers going at it for 24 hours straight for all different charities.
Elayne: Hi Mr. m!
Mr. Motion: Brraaaaa Motion is here, people have no fear !
Elayne suddenly has vertigo...
ah,clem: h MM
C. Simril: oh i see, el
Elayne: Please not to start a comMotion.
C. Simril: mr m
Mr. Motion: Speaking of Skybird who is it doing the show?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with klokwkdog close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| klokwkdog says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, klokwkdog exits at 9:37 PM.
C. Simril: hi klok
Elayne: Hello klok!
||||||||| klokwkdogafootagain sneaks in around 9:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Mr. Motion: Klok
C. Simril: maybe the monique foundation can sponsor you, el
klokwkdogafootagain: howdy
ah,clem: hat was me. (Firesign show),, Gary on Friday nite.
C. Simril: if doctec ever gets around to updating the bitsite
C. Simril: you';re a hat?
Elayne: Yeah, I was there a few days ago, it hasn't been updated in awhile.
Mr. Motion: Ah Clem kewl t5hanx for the memories!
Elayne: I couldn't even get to the site with all four CDs, only the Neal Amid one.
ah,clem: no page killed my first letter. (that)
C. Simril: you mean the "monique" link in the neal amid anti-ad page?
Elayne: Yeah, should I be going to another page?
C. Simril: yes, all the cds should have a link to the bitsite, particularly Box of Time
ah,clem: thank you Mr. M.
Elayne: Give me the index page, I'll bookmark it.
C. Simril: www.seemreal.com
C. Simril: is that an index page?
Elayne: Yeah, I think I was going to doctec.com/seemreal, that was probably the problem.
C. Simril: ive just visited it and it does have the appropriate link at the bottom of the Box of Time credits
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 9:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
C. Simril: hi dex
C. Simril: wuttya hex?
Dexter Fong: Free at last! Free at last! etc
Merlyn: hey dex
Dexter Fong: Howdy there
Elayne: Hey Dex! Cat was just asking questions before about the Dear Friends set. Thought we'd pick your brain, since I know from our lunch that you're much more up on this than me.
klokwkdogafootagain: evening ash
Dexter Fong: Yes??
Dexter Fong: Hi Klok, good to see you again
Mr. Motion: Hi Dex?
klokwkdogafootagain: again?
Dexter Fong: Mr. Mo
Dexter Fong: You weren't here last week, Klok...I believe
Elayne: And thanks for the CDs. It was incentive for me to pull all the Firesign and Seem Real stuff that was on Rob's CD changer and file it where I can get at it now.
klokwkdogafootagain: a phone call that lasted many hours, dex
Dexter Fong: You're welcome E
Elayne: Robin prefers music to spoken word about 99% of the time he's working.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Got those unlimited minutes eh?
Elayne: If he's going to listen to spoken-word, it's going to be books on CD.
C. Simril: most people do, el. i'm one of the tiny number that likes to listen to people talking
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem...where's Bambi?
klokwkdogafootagain: she does... I have to pay 1¢ a minute. 2¢ a minute if it's an overseas call in the civilized world
Dexter Fong: What was the question, Elayne
Elayne: What was the question, Cat?
C. Simril: i have 2 cassettesd of dear friends shows.
Elayne: I think it had to do with the order of the bits on one of the records.
Dexter Fong: afk phone
klokwkdogafootagain: it depends on what your definition of "question" is
C. Simril: one labelled #8 is called being on the radio is more than then watching tv,
Elayne: Hold that thought, Cat.
Elayne: Now, hold it over here.
Elayne: Although I seem to recall that "Being On The Radio Is More Fun Than Watching TV" was #12 or something, wasn't it?
Elayne goes to check.
C. Simril: the other is 9 crossed out and relabvelled 8
C. Simril: maybe all my shows are wrongly labelled
Mudhead: Where is this show broadcast?
Dexter Fong: Folks, my wife has a parking spot for me and I cannot turn it down...back soon as I can
klokwkdogafootagain: this sounds like revisionism to me
C. Simril: what are wives for?
Elayne: No, you're right Cat, it's #8.
klokwkdogafootagain: wow, has she got a parking space for you!
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| (Dexter Fong) - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdogafootagain: i don't know, Cat. can't afford one
Elayne: I'm glad I don't own a car. :)
C. Simril: its hard to read the writing but i think its labelled dr. memroy's lily white name
klokwkdogafootagain: and my car is getting unaffordable, too
Elayne: "Laff-A-While News"
Elayne goes to check again.
Merlyn: damn, the reaper killed off dexter too soon; I think the () confused it
C. Simril: the guy who traded his wife for a valise in 1904
Elayne: Dr. Memory's Laff-A-While News is DF #9, Cat.
C. Simril: right, laff a while news, that's it
Elayne: So you have #8 and 9, do you want a CD of #6?
C. Simril: with sgt louis illuminato and eyore's birthday on it
C. Simril: i may have them all. that's what i'm tryihng to find out, el
C. Simril: i have a tape labelled 6 to be sure
Elayne: Well, I'm not making another trip to my record shelf. My wrist and foot both hurt. :)
Elayne: (Not because of going to look up the DF records, they're just aggravated.)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bambi in through the front door at 9:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
C. Simril: i have tapes labelled 1-12 in various places, but not all of them are the hour shows, i think
Bambi: hi
ah,clem: welcome in, Bambi
Elayne: Hi Bambi!@
Bambi: hi ah,clem :)
C. Simril: hi bambi
Bambi: hi elayne
Bambi: hi cat
Bambi: hi merlyn
klokwkdogafootagain: hello ms B
Merlyn: hi
Bambi: hi klok
Bambi: so who is Mr. Motion tonight?
C. Simril: have no fear
Mr. Motion: The one the only ...
Bambi :)
Bambi: ok ... gee I haven't heard from you since Mark Time :)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:56 PM and Yappy Yämamøto steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mr. Motion: Circus ...? You should have seen the circus I used to have ...
Bambi: LOL
Yappy Yämamøto: oi
Bambi: hi yammi
Elayne: Hey Mr. Y!
Yappy Yämamøto: Flea Circus?
Yappy Yämamøto: oi
Mr. Motion: Hi Yam?
Yappy Yämamøto: yes
Bambi: yami is yappy tonight
Mr. Motion: The first Zep Carnival in the world Always arrived disguised as a thunder storm ...
klokwkdogafootagain: a Zepp Carnival cruise?
Yappy Yämamøto: Y, lead gitars for all
klokwkdogafootagain: come and meet Tom, or Penelope or something
Bambi: well, hi to you Mr. Motion whoever you are ...
Mr. Motion: Bambi I'm in dis guys tonight!
Bambi: oh, hi Ken :)
Yappy Yämamøto: ha
Yappy Yämamøto: I'm always in dese guys
C. Simril: zap comix?
C. Simril: hi yam
Merlyn: Reaper should be fixed; I'll test it. The time is 9:59 PM...
klokwkdogafootagain: Ken said he wasn't going to be here tonight, maybe
Yappy Yämamøto: rather be in w/the gurls, but they won't let me
Bambi: hmmmm...maybe roto dave then?
Mr. Motion: Yap I'd like a Fender Jaguar, Gibson Flying Vee and a Martin D35 to go and hold the anchovies!
Yappy Yämamøto: Oi Cat
klokwkdogafootagain: to be exact, he said: also, i may be late or absent tonight, getting ready to leave for "all you can eat" fish and a couple of beers. say "hi"/"high" to all there for me.
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| (Merlyn) - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Yappy Yämamøto: Nobody ever beats that reaper
: that's OK, that was the OLD reaper
Bambi: pneunny LOL
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Yappy Yämamøto: or reets the beeper
Bambi: oh, well ... at least it didn't get ah,clem this time
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: Now to test the NEW, IMPROVED terminator^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^H^Hreaper
C. Simril: all reet, we can stop off at pops and dig some jugs
Yappy Yämamøto: Reap me daddy 8 to the bar
Bambi: ok, maybe dex ?
Bambi: or doc?
Mr. Motion: That louise Wongs got a balcony you could do Shakespeare from ...
Yappy Yämamøto: I know about louise walton. I sung Don G. Ovani from her balcinty once
Bambi: I am runnign out of ideas on who Mr. Motion is .... couldn't be Dave Ossman or he'd be red
C. Simril: where for art thou, romeo?
Yappy Yämamøto: Commie
Bambi: I give up ... can you tell me definitively now ?
Yappy Yämamøto: What for art thou, Romero?
C. Simril: and 4 is 2
klokwkdogafootagain: he could be hiding from the ruling junta in disguise, Bambi
Bambi: LOL
C. Simril: deze guys have a rulling junta?
Yappy Yämamøto: Hunted by the cjunta? Bummer
ah,clem: the pub in the skies?
Mr. Motion: Bambi let me scare you with a little story ... a fruit underwent a Danish operation and became a nun ...
C. Simril: stop rolling those juntas and start passing em out
klokwkdogafootagain: last week, BTW, Ken sent out a "Pomgolian Web Server" built into a guitar body using a mini-ITX m/b: http://www.mini-itx.com/projects/pomgolian/
Yappy Yämamøto rolls the room a junta and leaves it on the sideboard next to the claret
Mr. Motion: I have a lid of Road Apple red out in my glove box!
ah,clem: yea, nice guitar...
C. Simril: here's the jamaican the kids thought they had hidden from us
klokwkdogafootagain: yep, hang that on your wall and link to it...
C. Simril: it's safe to go home now, mr. marley
Elayne: Mm, Klok, sounds delicious.
Mudhead: ah, memories
Mr. Motion: Oh good weed the kids were smokin' it when they disappeared their high School!
Yappy Yämamøto: Johnny Depp sez he'd rather have his kids smoke @ home, where he can test the dope
C. Simril: dr, uh....
Yappy Yämamøto: Imagin yr dad bogarting yr stuff
klokwkdogafootagain has been listening to Sweet and Dandy, The Best of Toots and the Maytals, which has the "Country Roads...West Jamaica" cut on it
C. Simril: mamaries?
Mudhead: gotta take some drugs, brb
klokwkdogafootagain: Depp lives in France now, with the other weasels
C. Simril: take them where?
klokwkdogafootagain: to the zoo, Cat
Yappy Yämamøto: Hey don't be illin on weasles
Yappy Yämamøto: I LIKE waesels
klokwkdogafootagain: they deserve what they get, Yam
Yappy Yämamøto: Ill on them, and they'll rip yr flesh
C. Simril: orangutans are skeptical of changes in their cages, and the zoo keeper is very fond of rum
Mudhead: Vicodin should kick in about 5, 4, 3,2...
C. Simril: they can have some of frank zappa's flesh, pre-ripped
Elayne: Someone told me it's all happenin', Cat.
Yappy Yämamøto: Think Franks out o flesh by now
Elayne: Actually, Rob and I might be going to the Bronx Zoo this weekend. I want to see Tiger Mountain.
ah,clem: yea, acording to Simon and Garfuncle...(sp)
Mr. Motion: I don't believe it Elaine, I don't believe it's true?
C. Simril: is that a mountain or a tiger?
Yappy Yämamøto: Paul and Art
klokwkdogafootagain: ...and what Munich got last week was 14,000 desktop installs of a German Linux, despite Mickeysoft desperately bidding $15M cheaper. So calling people weasels really boosts our GNP, eh?
Yappy Yämamøto: Tom and Jerry
Yappy Yämamøto: Bush and Blair
klokwkdogafootagain: live, or at 24 frames a second, I wonder?
||||||||| Outside, the 10:09 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: http://savingtigers.com/st-home/st-tigermountain
Yappy Yämamøto: oi
Bambi: hi llanwydd
llanwydd: howdy
C. Simril: crockagator pear, that's why he's so mean
klokwkdogafootagain: evening
C. Simril: greetings, ll
Yappy Yämamøto: It MUST be unpatriotic to let an Idiot run a country
ah,clem: who else was born today Patti?
llanwydd: what's we talkin about tonite
C. Simril: hey, that looks like fun, el
Mr. Motion: Nobody Clem
llanwydd: I was born yesterday
klokwkdogafootagain: open mike, Il
C. Simril: if i ever make it to NYC, i should check that out
ah,clem: I mean in history, Patti, before the changed the water.
llanwydd: "before they changed the water" must be a reference to the great flood
Mr. Motion: Oops got to go to work back later y'all! Mr. Birdseed Go To Press!
C. Simril: wc fields said he didnt drink water because fish fuck in it
klokwkdogafootagain: nite MrM
ah,clem: no, a durg added to the water supply.
Bambi: night MrM
C. Simril: by M, sell N
Yappy Yämamøto: True, they do
||||||||| Mr. Motion rushes off, saying "10:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
klokwkdogafootagain: they do worse things, too
llanwydd: The Great Flood of 1929
klokwkdogafootagain: and technically, they don't, at least the non-mammal ones
llanwydd: bc
C. Simril: on the other paw, when the water is changed to subtract parasites, people live long enough to enjoy history
Yappy Yämamøto: There are Mammal Fish?
Yappy Yämamøto milks a flounder
klokwkdogafootagain: ones that imitate them in order to feed
C. Simril: whales, dolphins, mermaids
Bambi: sure they do ... they just do it differently
Yappy Yämamøto: kinda drop and go they do
Yappy Yämamøto: like it's all external and that
Bambi: LOL ... takes all kinds
Yappy Yämamøto: Less chance of Socialist Diseases
Bambi: that's the beauty of nature
ah,clem: "and lay their eggs in the boiling water"
Mudhead: drugs taking hold, gotta go
C. Simril: nature is beautiful?
Bambi: see ya mudhead
klokwkdogafootagain: nite mud
Yappy Yämamøto: Hope they're GOOD drugs
Mudhead: nite all
ah,clem: only to ge gobbled up, every 3 minutes....
C. Simril: keep on mudding
Elayne must go...
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:16 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Elayne rushes off, saying "10:16 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Merlyn: Reaper fixed
C. Simril: bye el
klokwkdogafootagain: there is no beauty in nature, just slaughter, desperate struggle and miserable existence
Yappy Yämamøto: Hah, bet he raids his kid's stash
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:16 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
C. Simril: i can
Yappy Yämamøto: Hoobes likes nature
Dexter Fong: Back all
llanwydd: howdy dex
Yappy Yämamøto: Hobbes
Yappy Yämamøto: Front, none
C. Simril: hooby dowser?
Yappy Yämamøto: oi BTW
ah,clem: wb dex
Dexter Fong: Hey Ilan
C. Simril: red in tooth and claw
Bambi: hi dex ... enjoyed your shep story
Bambi: haven't had time to email back yet
C. Simril: makes a good tv image
Yappy Yämamøto: ack I'm updating yet again
||||||||| At 10:17 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
C. Simril: that was kwik
Yappy Yämamøto: I'm gonna have more updates than OS pretty soon
||||||||| Dexter Fong sneaks in around 10:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Bambi: LOL
Yappy Yämamøto: Catherwood's on SPEED again
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi..glad you enjoyed it
Bambi: catherwood is funny!
llanwydd: catherwood is 1000 years old
Yappy Yämamøto: I think Catherwood travels at or near the speed of light
Dexter Fong: Cat: What was that DF question again, or did you and E get it sorted out
C. Simril: i think i had 9 labelled as 8 and vice versa, dex
C. Simril: i remember there used to be somewhere on the web, a list of the dear friends episodes and their names
C. Simril: on has no name's site, as i recall
Dexter Fong: "Being on the Radio is more fun than watching tv" is show #6 (10/18/70)
C. Simril: which i suspect has long since vanished
Dexter Fong: Cat that's Benways site
C. Simril: oh really? that's terrible.cuz that's my #8
C. Simril: aha. is benway's site still up?
Bambi wonders ... now that Mr. Motion is gone ... was that Roto Dave in cognito tonight?
Dexter Fong: heh #8 8s Deputy Dan will find us (11/8/70)
C. Simril: i should find the names for all of them, but even that wouldnt necessarliy tell me if i have them, as some of them have no names, just like carl
Dexter Fong: Cat: Don't know I printed out the sections I was interested in
llanwydd: he doesn't have to knock anymore
C. Simril: on some of these tape boxes, i've listed the stuff in them from the dear friends album
Dexter Fong: Cat: According to Benway, only the first 3 shows which weren't syndicated had no names
C. Simril: i feel inspired by elayne's firesign filing feat. i must do the same
C. Simril: i should at least know what i have and what is on the individual shows
Dexter Fong: There are 3 other show with names that weren't syndicated
klokwkdogafootagain: Deputy Dan shows?
ah,clem: I have to go lie down. I overdid the yard work in the heat today. Nite all,
C. Simril: deputy dan shows no friends
Dexter Fong: Dear Friends shows Klok
Dexter Fong: Night Clem, cool down
Bambi: night ah,clem
llanwydd: nite clem
Bambi: see ya son
Bambi: soon
C. Simril: speaking of deputys with no friends, i had a strange experience this afternoon
ah,clem: k
C. Simril: by ah
Dexter Fong: Bambio: Ahh..ah clem is in your family
llanwydd: let's hear
Bambi: ah, yes ... my better half :)
Dexter Fong: He is not your son?
C. Simril: i took my camcorder downtown to find something interesting to film
C. Simril: there is a beautfiul court building downtown that i was enjoying.
Yappy Yämamøto: I'm both halves, I'm wholly whole
Bambi: LOL ... no son was a typo of soon
llanwydd: uh oh
Dexter Fong: Terrorist!!!!
Bambi: our son is Rick
C. Simril: this big red metal sculpture in the middle of this sunken garden thing
Bambi: he hasn't been here yet
C. Simril: and this young guy comes up to me and demands to see my footage.
Bambi: demands to see your footage?
Dexter Fong: Ah a footage fetishist no doubt
llanwydd: so you slapped him
C. Simril: i showed it to him and he insisted i erase it instantly. while doing so, he was continually flicking a lighter next to my camera
Bambi: not just asks, but demands?
Yappy Yämamøto: Did he show you a "Motor Detective" badge?
C. Simril: he asked if i were in the union and i said i didnt have a job, was just a student of cinematography. he seemed like some narc who wanted his face unfilmed
Bambi: building security ??
Yappy Yämamøto: Lose American?
C. Simril: i didnt mind erasing his ugly face but found it hard to believe he was a cop, unless they're recruiting teen ages now. maybe so
klokwkdogafootagain: well, he knew you weren't one of him because you didn't have a tin foil deflector beanie
Dexter Fong: Yap there are no lose americans..were all up tight
C. Simril: the last thing he said, was he better not see the footage on tv. i assured him he never would
ah,clem: she is Clem's girl, and she calls herself lil, but everyone knows her as Bambi...
Dexter Fong: wb Ah =)
Bambi :)
C. Simril: sounds like a us invader, at least mentally
llanwydd: alien, anyway
Yappy Yämamøto: IQ=Shoe Size
ah,clem: still going, just had to get some water first, night all.
Bambi: definitely weird ... did you keep the video?
Dexter Fong: Night again
Bambi: or erase it like he said?
Yappy Yämamøto: Prolly a Junior Nazi
C. Simril: only the red sculpture thing. he may be in the background somewhere but i wont be bothered to search for him
C. Simril: the part where he walked in front of the camera i promptly erased, at his prompting.
Bambi: can't say I blame you
Bambi: he sounded too weird
C. Simril: the worst thing about it was tryhing to work the tiny play buttons on the camera as he's continually flicking his lighter next to it
Yappy Yämamøto: You need a stout cane
C. Simril: thankfully there were enough people walking by us that i didnt feel in imminent danger of assault
Bambi: glad to hear that
Yappy Yämamøto: y
Dexter Fong: What kind of lighter was it?
C. Simril: so much easier to make radio plays, wandering arund the landscape with just earphone and a tiny dat recorder
C. Simril: i didnt look, dex
Dexter Fong: Could have been a camera lighter and he was taking pictures of your pictures
C. Simril: maybe
Bambi: where did this happen ... in canada or US ... missed that part ... sorry
C. Simril: in downtown vancouver
Yappy Yämamøto: Too WEIRD
C. Simril: at an outdoors court in the court building, on a busy street
Bambi: hmmmm, do you guys have weird security folks too ??
Bambi: LOL
Dexter Fong: All security folks are wierd
C. Simril: i'm tending to suspect we do, bambi
Dexter Fong: Part of the job description
Bambi: I would have thought it was the US by the way he was acting LOL
C. Simril: me too, bambi.
Yappy Yämamøto: Bet he was imported
C. Simril: although about 30 years ago, that happened to me with my still camera
Bambi: course after 9-11 ... it's hard to blame some of them
Dexter Fong: Bambi: No it isn't
Bambi: but REALLY!
Bambi: LOL
C. Simril: i was walking down the street shooting images of the sunset glinting on windows in my neighborhood and a cop came up to me and asked what i was doing taking pix of police in action
llanwydd: I'll bet he wasn't security or anything like that
Yappy Yämamøto: Ask that cop on the corner...
Dexter Fong: Ask that cop k-nocking at your back door
C. Simril: he looked to young to be a cop, but you never know. maybe he was a gang member
llanwydd: You SHOULD take pictures of police in action
Bambi: woah ... and I bet you didn't even know the police were in action
Yappy Yämamøto: Ask the cop whacking you w/his truncheon...
C. Simril: as the firesign love to point out, what's the dif?
Dexter Fong: Put on Fox TV make a lotta money
Yappy Yämamøto: Y
C. Simril: the dif between here and the states, is that the cops don't immediately begin pointing guns at me, unlike the states
klokwkdogafootagain: cat, they don't point anymore, they just start shooting immediately
Bambi: must have been undercover ... and couldn't afford to blow his cover ... but how would you taking pics of a statue do that.
Dexter Fong: It's that they're just proud of their guns and want to show them to you
Bambi: unless that could pin his location if seen by someone who mattered to him
Dexter Fong: See my gun....see my gun
C. Simril: my wife said, "never go downtown again with that camera"
Dexter Fong: See them run...see them run
Bambi: but that was totally weird ... would have given me the creeps
C. Simril: and right after that, the stores whose windows i'd driven downtown to photograph, their proprietors all ran out and told me to go away
Yappy Yämamøto: Let's see, Kevlar, a stout cane and a tactical nuke. Welcome to the future
C. Simril: so it was in general a bad day for this cinematography student
||||||||| It's 10:40 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...
C. Simril: hat's why i only like taking pix of buildings and flowers and things.
Dexter Fong: He's got the plague
C. Simril: they tend not to get pissed off
C. Simril: by ah
C. Simril: by ah
Bambi: I think you should listen to your wife ... sounds like good sense .. .people getting too weird anymore
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
C. Simril: i agree, bambi.
Bambi: he lucked otu ... just what he wanted!
Yappy Yämamøto: When It starts getting up to Canada, you know it's bad
llanwydd: how do you know? Ever asked a flower first?
C. Simril: indeed, yammy
llanwydd: flowers get pretty defensive
Dexter Fong: Canad: Making the world safe for Gay marriages
Bambi: yeah, you are right yami
llanwydd: they like their privacy
C. Simril: i thought flower power was just a slogan
klokwkdogafootagain: ...and cheap legal dope -- definitely moved you ahead of Iran on the "To invade" list
Bambi: guess it means something else these days ... it did start in SF
Bambi: right?
Dexter Fong: and ended there too
Bambi: LOL
Yappy Yämamøto: Someone needs to shift bthe US out of "reverse"
Bambi: Merlyn is dimming badly
Yappy Yämamøto: aye
Dexter Fong: I think he's immune to the Reaper
Bambi: he wasn't an hour ago LOL
llanwydd: brb
Bambi: k
C. Simril: i thought merlyn Was the reaper
Dexter Fong: Yeah? =))
Dexter Fong: Cat: That's what he *wants* you to think
C. Simril: merlyn Didn't kill Kenny?
Bambi: Merlyn controls the reaper LOL
Dexter Fong: I didn't say that
Dexter Fong: afk for drink
Bambi: k
Yappy Yämamøto: going to bed, later all\
||||||||| Yappy Yämamøto leaves to catch the 10:46 PM train to Hellmouth.
Bambi: night yammi
C. Simril: by yam
Merlyn: I think the reaper is fixed
Bambi: ah, there's merlyn
C. Simril: but is that a Good thing?
Bambi: you have the reaper back on his chain now?
Bambi: (short leash)
klokwkdogafootagain: alas folk, I must anon
C. Simril: by klok
Merlyn: he's champing at the bit, so I used 8-bit bytes
Dexter Fong: Night klok
Merlyn: nite k
Dexter Fong: Hmm 2 weeks without Doc tec
Bambi: always nice to have those bots working under some control
C. Simril: and lili too
Dexter Fong: Yes
Bambi: yeah, hope they are OK
klokwkdogafootagain: CU nxt week; be assured that the pedal appendage was today pronounced on its way to health and tomorrow (or Monday), I'll attempt to walk at least a mile (pausing occasionally to check for side effects ;-)
C. Simril: i suspect he's buried in work after the trip
Merlyn: I can still kill people with my own two hands
Bambi: night klok
Dexter Fong: I think Doc was in iowa or someplace last week
C. Simril: good for you, klok
||||||||| klokwkdogafootagain runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's klokwkdogafootagain?! It's 10:49 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Cat: So you're DF collection is on tape?
Bambi: where do doc and lili live?
C. Simril: yes, cassettes, yet!
Dexter Fong: Bridgeport Conn Bambi
C. Simril: in connecticut, bambi
C. Simril: most of my firesign collection is on cassette, or reel to reel
Dexter Fong: C: Well I've got a number of DF shows, some I'd guess are copies of the records, but some is definitely air check stuff
Bambi: connecticut ... nice this time of year
llanwydd: All of my FST is on cassette but I have owned almost every album
Dexter Fong: I recently binged and got the Columbia and rhino and Laugh.com CDs
Bambi: traveling to iowa ... that would be a long trip from CT
Bambi: no wonder we haven't seen them
C. Simril: i'll email you the names that are on the cassettes and some other info and you can tell me what their real numbers should be, eh?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Sure, dates, and maybe some of the bits if you can...I'm in the process of notating all the shows
C. Simril: my collection has accrued from diverse sources over the years
llanwydd: does this chat room ever get spammed?
Dexter Fong: Mine did too, except it all arrived at once from my son...42 cds
C. Simril: we get some odd folks on occasion, but less than in real life
llanwydd: or liverwusted?
Dexter Fong: Ilan, not that I can recall
Dexter Fong: Kinda off the beaten path
Bambi: or potted meated
llanwydd: well here's some: http://gfhowifh.commie
C. Simril: meat head for governor
Bambi: LOL
Dexter Fong: Head chhese for the meat head
C. Simril: no, i saw something on the tube about rob reiner running for governor agaisnt arnold
Bambi: well, gonna have to hit the hay ... eyes very tired tonight ... been a tough week ... many new clients ... all with virus ridden computers ... loads of fun.
Dexter Fong: Yeah, it is getting wierder
Bambi: all happy campers ... but it took some doing
C. Simril: always good to have fun, bambi
Bambi: you got that right cat :)
llanwydd: good nite and good luck!
Dexter Fong: Take care Bambi
Bambi: btw: one of the computers had 480 files infected with various forms of klez and elk
llanwydd: elk online!
Dexter Fong: Wow he said not understanding a word of it
Bambi: LOL ... nitol :)
llanwydd: are they in season?
C. Simril: by bambi
Dexter Fong: Night again
Dexter Fong: Are they in rut?
C. Simril: a little pepper would help
||||||||| Bambi says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bambi exits at 10:59 PM.
C. Simril: well, i hear some fish who need frying
C. Simril: keep em flying
C. Simril: keep em flying
Merlyn: time to break up?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: why part asunder??
llanwydd: Catherwood's not as far off as he used to be
Dexter Fong: Cat: Do you have Benways site URL?
Dexter Fong: Guess he's gone
llanwydd: duke of url?
Dexter Fong: Yep
llanwydd: hate to see everybody going to bed already
Dexter Fong: Well, guess I'm gone too,
Merlyn: benway.com is there, but his firesign stuff isn't up right now
Dexter Fong: Cyah next time
llanwydd: nite dex
Merlyn: bye dex
Dexter Fong: Ah merl: The firesing chronology is not up?
Merlyn: no, but google cache might have it
Merlyn: that's what I've used at times
||||||||| davoreeno sneaks in around 11:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Actually, I may have it in "My Documents" =)
llanwydd: wouldn't it be funny if the whole FST showed up tonight and everybody else was already gone?
davoreeno: hyah froggy hyah hyah hyah
Dexter Fong: Merl: I will check it out thanks
Merlyn: it's only 8 PM there
davoreeno: twang your magic twanger froggy
llanwydd: howdy davo
Dexter Fong: Dave?
davoreeno: hello
Merlyn: drizzle drazzle drezzle drome
davoreeno: i am in vancouver, bc tonight
davoreeno: no this is david perry
davoreeno: you got me dead on
davoreeno: tooter turtle
davoreeno: i always wanted to see tooter turtle become a pimp
davoreeno: riding in a cadillac
davoreeno: with a turtle pro
Merlyn: with internet access?
davoreeno: and then getting cut up
llanwydd: not familiar with this repteel
davoreeno: and calling out to mister wizard
davoreeno: i have high speed in the hotel
davoreeno: tutor turtle from the king and odie
davoreeno: you had to be there
Dexter Fong: Sounds like it Davo
davoreeno: internet access, dextre
davoreeno: i am clean and sober these days
davoreeno: but once, no limit could hold me back
llanwydd: I wouldn't want anyone to have high speed in a hotel
Dexter Fong: How many months has it been?
davoreeno: fourteen years
llanwydd: except room service
davoreeno: come october second
Dexter Fong: High Speed Room Service, it's at your door before you ask for it
davoreeno: you can get that at bun and run
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: in fernwood
Dexter Fong: I did, once
davoreeno: you guys are such culture vultures
Dexter Fong: Fernwood....long time ago that reference
davoreeno: here is a tough one
davoreeno: coronet blue
llanwydd: speaking of high speed fast food, I've invented a meal that cooks itself in your mouth
Dexter Fong: Got me Davo
davoreeno: here is the theme song
davoreeno: "coronet blue--no other hue-
davoreeno: deep inside my brain i keep hearing that wild refrain"
davoreeno: ring any bells?
Dexter Fong: Just the one for last call
davoreeno: and on that note
davoreeno: i vacate
Dexter Fong: I notice Merl isn't jumping in here =)
davoreeno: seeeeeeya
Dexter Fong: Night
Merlyn: dunno
llanwydd: nite devo
Merlyn: nite all
Merlyn: nitol
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "11:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Nightie
Dexter Fong: Night Ilan
llanwydd: nite too
llanwydd: now the sun turns out his light. Good night. Sleep tight. Dream sweet dreams for you. Dream sweet dreams for me.
llanwydd: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| davoreeno - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:37 PM, dragging Dave by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dave: ok, manual refresh is such a nice thing when you turn it on
Dave: damn, doesn't look like people are here
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:39 PM and Merlyn steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: everybody went home
Merlyn: Maybe you did too...
Dave: yeah I've noticed, I arrived late, well, obviously, but I hadn't intended to be this late
Merlyn: not much was happening, so things split up a bit earlier than usual
Dave: I guess I'll go then, just thought I'd drop in
Dave: I'll read the log and find out what you all said about me
Dave: bye
||||||||| Dave says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave exits at 11:41 PM.
Merlyn: ok bye
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:41 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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:

C. Simril
dead fred
Dexter Fong
Mr. Motion
Yappy Yämamøto
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