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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for August 07, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Praytell inside, makes a note of the time (8:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Praytell: Anybody there?
Praytell: What time does the chat start, praytell?
Praytell: I be back
||||||||| Praytell is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 8:29 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn in through the front door at 8:46 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: Soon, Pray tell
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 07, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Merlyn: I mean, "yee-haw"
Merlyn: Just to mention for the log, Phil Proctor is in next week's TV Guide; that picture is here: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/img/bigproctor.jpg
Merlyn twiddles his electric thumbs...
||||||||| Dexter Fong sneaks in around 9:16 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hey dex
Dexter Fong: Well Golee srgnt> Where is everone?
Merlyn: Morse Science High - it's g-g-g-g-gone!
Dexter Fong: I can' remeber such sparse attendance since the great Chat drought o' ought eight
Dexter Fong: In the interim, how are you Merlyn?
Merlyn: I don't like talking about chat droughts, it's bad luck
Merlyn: Im hokay
Dexter Fong: Don't worry about the luck, I just spit in me hands and twirled around thre times
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:19 PM, dragging Dead Fred by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Merlyn: someone else, but he's dead
Dexter Fong: Fred....thank God you made it
Merlyn: that's why he was drug in here
Dead Fred: High? gang
Dexter Fong: Gang High jacked
Merlyn: New Jack City High
Dead Fred: Jacked the high gang?
Dexter Fong: High jackin' on the LD
Merlyn: Learn to beome Deniro and earn Dinero
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:21 PM, dragging Dr. Headphones by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong: You talkin' to me?
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
Dexter Fong: Kend^ !!
Dead Fred: howdy
Merlyn: hey 'phones
Dexter Fong: Hooked on Phonies
Dr. Headphones: everyone in the "right" mood (note: i did not say rightWING mood!)
Dead Fred: cell phones
Dexter Fong: All right! Everybody's in a "Night" mood
Dr. Headphones: my quote for the week: It's true that Jesus paid for our sins. And I'm making sure He got his money's worth. - Bumper sticker
Merlyn: Kend, I'll add "Dr. headphones" to your Rogue's Gallery ID, ok?
Dead Fred: LOL
Dr. Headphones: fine, merlyn, and while you're at it, let me shoot you an updated url
Dexter Fong: I wan't a kickback from Jesus
Dr. Headphones: i'll go find it and return in a few
Dead Fred: If 6 turns out to be nine I owe somebody a lot of money
Dexter Fong: Fred: You owe everybody a *lot* of money, for a lot of airports
Dexter Fong: Not to mention Herbert Stool
Dead Fred: well I've been up for a week
Dexter Fong: Ah...Viagra
Merlyn: ok dr h
Dr. Headphones: herbert had a hard-on, but his wife gave him a stool-softener :)
Dead Fred: at least he couldn't roll out of bed
Dexter Fong: Nine out of ten doctors will tell you that
Dr. Headphones: and the tenth will not see you since he's not accepting new patients
Dexter Fong: ...but p,lease leave your name and maybe you'll get lucky
Dr. Headphones: someone sent me a neat web page the other day where you can enter your doctor's city and name, then send him a fax or email from that page. make appointment, ask for script renewal, etc. i wouldn't use it myself since i'm paranoid about privacy
Dexter Fong: Your name please!!
Dexter Fong: Vat zone are you in?!!
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, i wonder what dr. headphones' first name is? any guesses?
Dead Fred: sector zzzzzzzzzzzz
Dr. Headphones: fish? dick?
Merlyn: no deliveries to sectors R and N
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Registered Nurse High
Dead Fred: drat
Dr. Headphones: i went to jim high
Dexter Fong: Take off your bandages
Dr. Headphones: gym class my favorite
Dead Fred: was that jungle Jim High
Dexter Fong: I went to Gene High
Dr. Headphones: at various times after high school, i've been jim beam high ;)
Dr. Headphones: hi, gene, how's the hygiene?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'MoonGoon', just granted probation at 9:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| "9:31 PM? 9:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "alouitious_kwd should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as alouitious_kwd enters and sits on the couch.
Dr. Headphones: hey moon
Dexter Fong: Aha! Girls athletics
alouitious_kwd: evening all
Dr. Headphones: and al
Dexter Fong: Hey Moon and KWD
alouitious_kwd: what few are there
Dr. Headphones: i can call you al, can't i?
alouitious_kwd: brother, you can spare me a dime now!
Dexter Fong: DH: You can call me Al but you still cant get a job
Dead Fred: I got a key in the car
Dr. Headphones: key of c sharp
Dexter Fong: Turn it on Fred
Dr. Headphones: i can c sharp if i wear my glasses
alouitious_kwd: that's half the battle, DF. now, slowly rotate the key in the ignition...
MoonGoon: OOK? Am I in the right place? I'm all beside myself... I'm on vacation until the 18tNett and feeling like a drink. A Cuba Libre, in fact...
alouitious_kwd: c# is owned by Microsoft, let's leave it out of this
Dexter Fong: ...or roate the ignition while you hold the key steady
Dr. Headphones: or, alternately, hold the key stationary and rotate the car
Dead Fred: I'm stuck on a dime or something
||||||||| C. Simril enters at 9:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dr. Headphones: hi cat
C. Simril: hi all, or should i say heil, arnold
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat
Dead Fred: Hey Cat
alouitious_kwd: evening mr sims
Dr. Headphones: i can stop on a dime and give you nice cents change
alouitious_kwd: ah yes, the battle of the accents
Dexter Fong: YOu make Nice cents DH
Merlyn: how nice
Dr. Headphones: cat: he's actually portrayed as a moderate centrist
alouitious_kwd: so who is playing ahnold in this movie?
C. Simril: you think huffington has a chance against the accentuator?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:34 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: High Ilan
Dr. Headphones: "i'll huff and i'll puff and i'll blowjob your dick down"
C. Simril: yes my daily pot tv news portrayed him as pro-pot. not exactly the usual republican agenda
C. Simril: greetings, wales
Dr. Headphones: howdy, llan
MoonGoon: Arianna scares me... I recall her days as an arch-conservative talk show monger...
alouitious_kwd: "moderate centrist" -- is that like the movie he wanted to make, about the "good nazi"? Gee, that got a lot of interest in Hollywood...
Dexter Fong: Oooohh what a delightful idea DH
Merlyn: arnold s. also said he's an atheist in his autobiography
Dr. Headphones: moon: she's either changed or she's a damned good double agent
MoonGoon: Perfect for Kalifornia...
C. Simril: indeed, kend
Merlyn: Arianna seems to have changed a lot
alouitious_kwd: yeah, Ariana's about as believeable as Coulter's conservatism.
Dr. Headphones: merl: sounds like your very unaverage republican
C. Simril: as an old adbuster, he anti-SUV ad rocked. just likes SUVs
Dead Fred: Juice Juice Juice and he never inhaled
C. Simril: that should be HER ad
alouitious_kwd: what gets me is, what the hell is going on?
Dexter Fong: What's goin' on
MoonGoon: True... and as an alternative to the two-terminator, looking better.
Dr. Headphones: al: republican coup, just another variation of it
C. Simril: all's hell in bush's amerika
alouitious_kwd: Kalifornia is in a world of hurt, and all the fixes are used up
Dexter Fong: Right on Brother
Dexter Fong: Picket signs
Dexter Fong: Long bread lines
MoonGoon: Packet boats (out)
C. Simril: it sure seemed to be hurting when i was there a few weeks ago
Dexter Fong: Smoking fines
alouitious_kwd: so what we have here is the final 15 minutes of the Titanic, I mean when it's clear the sucker is a goner
Dexter Fong: The New York Times
C. Simril: and i used to LIKE SF
llanwydd: ever seen "Pumping Iron"?
Dexter Fong: What's goin' on?
Dr. Headphones: dex: who sang that?
alouitious_kwd: and there's like dozens of supposedly sane passengers saying, "Let me be captain! I can fix it!"
Dr. Headphones: i can hum it but i can't remember the artiste
Dead Fred: how about hercules in NewYork
Dexter Fong: Smokey Robinson
Dexter Fong: Jacky's son
alouitious_kwd: when was Herc in NYC?
MoonGoon: Tom's stepson...
C. Simril: couch couch ca-cough, mr robinson
Dead Fred: First flick
Dexter Fong: KWD: Right after Godzilla
Dr. Headphones: that doesn't sound right to me but i won't try to prove you wrong
C. Simril: cough cough
Merlyn: Now you can all type Chrétien portably in the chats
C. Simril: my tping skills are already atrophying an di just showed up
Dexter Fong: DR> H; Do not try....do
Dead Fred: Why?
alouitious_kwd: huh? what code page are we on?
MoonGoon: Speaking of coughing, where's that bong?
Dr. Headphones: why would we want to type chrétien?
MoonGoon: Just to use the cute accent mark
Merlyn: Because it's got one of those funny accented characters, like Chico Marx
Dexter Fong: Cat: Try over serving yourself and then typing ....whooooie
C. Simril: he's a type of his own
alouitious_kwd: so special symbiology is supported?
Dexter Fong: LOL Merl
llanwydd: I can even type a ç
Dexter Fong: Supported? It's damn well encourgead
Dr. Headphones: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000060NF/104-5314195-4333524?vi=glance marvin gaye
Merlyn: absølütely, alouitious_kwd ©
Dead Fred: hey played piano with an accent as well
alouitious_kwd: it's a WEASEL!
C. Simril: just like harry truman
alouitious_kwd: a weasel is loose in our chat!! typing French, er, Freedom Gaulic
Dead Fred: no that's my pet drat
Dexter Fong: Ken: Yes absolutley right, thnk you for correction
C. Simril: good one, klok
alouitious_kwd: it's the beer, cat
Dexter Fong: A freedom canadian goalie
Merlyn: Yamamoto should be happy
MoonGoon: Now from Blammo: it's AccentSpeak®
Dr. Headphones: there are no free canadians. minimum bid is $9.99 (US$)
Dexter Fong: Merl: He should be but he's not
alouitious_kwd: do you accept PayPal?
Merlyn: ah, well
alouitious_kwd: can you state that as a price in Loonies, please?
C. Simril: and we're getting more esspensive every day
Dexter Fong goes for refill but intends to avoid last weeks episode of overservement
MoonGoon: ? Air Mailed to your home or place of business!
Dr. Headphones: you want to use the london exchange rate or the new york exchange rate?
Merlyn: I have a ¥ to £ your head in
alouitious_kwd: yeah, because you're all full of pot and natural gas
Dr. Headphones: lol, merl!
alouitious_kwd: and hydropower
MoonGoon: Whoops... that character ain't mapped!
Dead Fred: I'll see your loonies and raise you one goat
alouitious_kwd: masterful indeed, Merlyn
alouitious_kwd: you mean 9€?
C. Simril: actually first evening with brand new (since 430 and its now 640) glasses. amazed i can type or see
Dr. Headphones: merl: does the euro sign work?
Merlyn: and we can talk about track 9 on "All Things Firesign", 9. ¡Piñata! ¡Piñata!
Dr. Headphones: ah, al answered my question already
llanwydd: I'm waiting for the price of that CD to come down a little.
alouitious_kwd: they took the picture of the Piñata! out of the New World Dictionary -- too violent, according to the NYT
C. Simril: why does the porridge bird laze its egg in the heir?
llanwydd: "His" egg.
C. Simril: alan price hasnt had a cd in years
Dr. Headphones: there were no piñatas in the old world
alouitious_kwd: yeah, Ken, hold ALT and type 0128 on numberic padski
MoonGoon: I wonder if math ? science?
Merlyn: Sort of, but the Euro sign isn't being done portably; if you check the log and look at the page source code, you'll see most of the weird symbols are done as codes
Dr. Headphones: €
Dr. Headphones: euroeka!
C. Simril: eur welcome
Merlyn: nyuk nyuk
MoonGoon: Still no joy... oil well... nobody loves the metal man.
alouitious_kwd: yeah, Moon's right - what about my job!
Dr. Headphones: moon: we DO love the mental man
Merlyn: But the euro code isn't, at least right now. But compare this to the ASCII version posted in the newsgroup tomorrow.
alouitious_kwd: the goal should be, as Moon points out, to add the Mayan and Egyptian and Aramaic alphabets using dual-byte character codes instead of fooling with this old technology
Dr. Headphones: i find it very difficult to read the log from the newsgroup. haven't dug around enough to know how to enlarge my fonts and it's tiny
Dexter Fong returns with a *very* light vodka
Merlyn: The newsgroup version is plain ascii, it has no font size.
alouitious_kwd: if yr using Netscape 7 for news, you can zoom the fontz
llanwydd: I have webtv. I don't even know what a font is
Dr. Headphones: i use forté newsagent (actually freeagent since i haven't registered it)
Merlyn: it's where you get a drink of water
C. Simril: does it glow in the dark, dex?
Dead Fred: bless you
MoonGoon: RE: mental-man: his career was cut tragically short by repeated blows to the head while harvesting the cabbage crop.
Dexter Fong: Ilan: You've got jack Webb on TV?
Dr. Headphones: oh my god, llanwyd is a luddite!
llanwydd: except the font of perpetual resurrection
alouitious_kwd: Ilan - it's the pattern for showing text
MoonGoon: That's a sans serif font, too.
Dexter Fong: hAh!
Merlyn: 'phones, doesn't the posted log come out the same size as any other alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre posting?
Dr. Headphones: yes, the same size, but the other stuff is short enough i don't strain too much trying to read it
Merlyn: I think the only long-term proven data storage is cave paintings
alouitious_kwd: or, more generally, as Moon points out, the type style the characters are set in, for printing, to which electronic stuff still can only aspire (esp. on browsers)
Dexter Fong: DH: You still using that Mozzarella browser?
Dr. Headphones: i generally only want to read the parts before i arrive and after i leave.
Dexter Fong: Me too
Merlyn: Yeah, the text probably wraps a lot; still, there's the online logs.
alouitious_kwd: yeah, but there is an archival storage project that's working on various schemes for 10,000 yr holdup
Dexter Fong: After I arrive and Kend^ leaves
Dr. Headphones: i almost always use the /chat/ page to read the log, the ng only reminds me to go there
Merlyn: That works too
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat: How's those forest fire going out there?
alouitious_kwd: we deserve on-screen avatars that speak, so we can listen. reading is boring
C. Simril: not good, dex
alouitious_kwd: out of marshmallows?
Dr. Headphones: i heard kamloops on the radio the other day
C. Simril: i'm flying into the hinterland next week, but thankfully not in the serious fire zone
C. Simril: though my friends up there live on a mountain in the middle of a forrest
Dexter Fong: KWD: What if your Avatar is a deaf mute?
MoonGoon: All the graphics would slow things down a bit...
Merlyn: The posted log will be doing things like changing © into (c) and £ into GBP, and Chrétien into "Chretien"
Merlyn: To keep it all in plain ASCII
Dead Fred: I like that
alouitious_kwd: it will blink Morse Code with its eyes, Dex, like Anna Nova
C. Simril: there seems to be a bit more rain happening now, but then lightening starts more fires
alouitious_kwd: ...than rain, Cat?
Dexter Fong: "Avoid eye contact."
Dr. Headphones: aha! i know morse code!
C. Simril: so it seems, klok
Dr. Headphones: but only by ear, i can't "read" it by eye
C. Simril: he's finished co'ing now?
Dexter Fong: dit dit dit dah....dit dah dit dit
alouitious_kwd: Dex: http://www.ananova.com/video/
Dr. Headphones: VL?
Dr. Headphones: vhs= ...- .... ...
C. Simril: i just went there klok, but then what?
Dr. Headphones: beethoven's fifth was armangnac
alouitious_kwd: watch the pretty lady talk
C. Simril: its like time itself. clockless
C. Simril: i can do that at home, klok
C. Simril: she more than talks
Dr. Headphones: lol, cat! i have to turn on the tb
MoonGoon: Shoot... no xlation on Greek either... now I'm really cheesed.
Dr. Headphones: psi phi
alouitious_kwd: watch the summary, for example, Cat
Dexter Fong: Moon: Sounds like a Feta Compleat
Dead Fred: gooda problem?
llanwydd: just got a message across my tv screen that said "the item chosen can not be used"
Dr. Headphones: if it stinks, it's a feet complaint
alouitious_kwd: anna nova does not like you, Ilan
MoonGoon: That's a great recipe! I have that with a good Merlot...
Dead Fred: python boots to tight
llanwydd: maybe I've gotten kicked off. testing
Dr. Headphones: llan: that means you have lost the lottery. hasta la vista, baby!
Dexter Fong: Try this Swiss Army Cheese, it's got a little compass in it
MoonGoon: BRB... must set VCR ASAP
C. Simril: Baby Hasta has a vista? Of a Rasta?
alouitious_kwd: Ilanwydd - it is using the Real Audio player. Web TV may not support that
C. Simril: so it can log on, dex
Dexter Fong: Hasta la Vista = Let the vision huryy
C. Simril: hasten the vision
Dr. Headphones: btw, klok, i downloaded a program today that you just put in a streamiing link, it downloads the entire file to your harddrive. i snagged the reith lectures you sent me months ago
Dexter Fong: Cat: =))
llanwydd: I'm back. (anna nova???)
alouitious_kwd: cool, Ken!
Dr. Headphones: anno domini
Dead Fred: What's it called DH
Dexter Fong: Anna Korninova
C. Simril: amo of mass destruction? nada
Dr. Headphones: haven't listened to them yet, will probably convert to mp3 format and save permanently. they are now in ram format
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
alouitious_kwd: anna nova site was the link I sent, Ilan. WebTV may not support it 'cause it uses Real Player to show the synthetic newslady presenting the news
Dr. Headphones: StreamboxVcrSuite2.exe
Dr. Headphones: it's a "cracked" version, if you give me a few seconds, i'll find the url for you
Dead Fred: Thanks
llanwydd: I see
Dexter Fong: Ken is very good at cracked versions
alouitious_kwd: no, you can't see. But she has purple hair
Dexter Fong: My hair is purple...my lips are tangerine...and my deodorant is none of your business
llanwydd: Speaking of Catherwood, I looked up the other Catherwood that Phil mentioned last week, on the web. You should see his beautiful drawings.
C. Simril: purple haze?
Dr. Headphones: http://www.afterdawn.com/software/video_software/video_capture_tools/streambox_vcr_suite.cfm
Dead Fred: How about Wayne Newtons Wallabee
C. Simril: the original irc catherwood? bill benzel?
Dexter Fong: Fred: I tied 'im down mate
Dr. Headphones: here's one i haven't looked at yet, don't know anything about it: http://www.nowsmart.com/arwizard/
C. Simril: i wasnt here last week, alas
C. Simril: or no, just a bunch o lads
Dexter Fong: A scout jamboree cat?
llanwydd: no, he lived in the 19th century. He sketched the Mayan ruins
C. Simril: i shnould know that, llan
C. Simril: didnt bergman call his ex-old lady scout?
C. Simril: i was a boy scout for a few hours once
Dexter Fong: Cat: No, that was Tonto's horse
llanwydd: Scout Bergman?
MoonGoon: OK... R&S is showing a repeat of the 1st new episode... John K must be having trouble getting them out the door.
C. Simril: Baldie and Scout, bergman's old radio show and frequent routine with mz stallone
Dexter Fong: "This way to the Egress"
alouitious_kwd: speaking of character sets, check this one, Merlyn: http://std.dkuug.dk/JTC1/SC2/WG2/docs/n1643/n1643.htm
C. Simril: and you frates?
Dr. Headphones: i just went to that second web page, there's a free version right next to the "buy now" icon. not sure if one is crippled or what
Dexter Fong: Beware of Tigris
Dead Fred: I'll find a full version
C. Simril: burning bright
Dexter Fong: In the ghetto
llanwydd: "This way to Egress" is just a way of writing too much on an exit sign
C. Simril: no, she never became a bergman
Merlyn: yum, Klingon
Dr. Headphones: llan: lots of egrets in fla where i grew up
Dexter Fong: OEgrons and Herets, both beautiful birds
C. Simril: the portugese word for exit is cidre, or the aural equivalent thereof
C. Simril: even though they dont make cidre there
Dr. Headphones: we called them cow birds. they stood by the cattle and waited for bugs to jump when cow's foot moved
llanwydd: I've seen many on the east coast of FL
Dead Fred: I have no egrets
C. Simril: i cant imagine a world where every door led to cidre as anything but paradise
Dexter Fong: So Cat: You kept going out of places you just entered?
alouitious_kwd: The FBI is stopping them at the border, now, Ken
C. Simril: no, i cidred out of them
MoonGoon: ...by shooting them
Dead Fred: by walking backwards
Dexter Fong: Aha! An out Cidre
Merlyn: cidred house RULEZ!
Dr. Headphones: klok: the legend is that they blew over from african plains in a dust storm
llanwydd: FBI is stopping the egrets?!
Dexter Fong: ..and making them remove their feet
Dr. Headphones: merl: one of irving's lamest books, IMHO. my fave was "a prayer for owen meany"
C. Simril: the portugese make splendid liquers, but fine as they were, i much prefer softer beverages
alouitious_kwd: Ken - they have to be deported! NOW!
MoonGoon: They want to stop everybody, but haven't got the manpower, so they're using machines instead.
llanwydd: well they could be terrorists
C. Simril: their port, on the other hand, is superb
Dexter Fong: Cat: Cause you're a soft kinda guy
Dead Fred: an egret in every port
Dr. Headphones: cat: is that a deep water port?
C. Simril: those fuckin euros sure know what to do with grapes!
Dexter Fong: ..and a Stork on every roof
alouitious_kwd: how is their starboard
MoonGoon: And a heron in every pot!
Dead Fred: portly
llanwydd: any port in the storm
alouitious_kwd: yeah, weasels are good at grape stomping
C. Simril: we saw a blue herron on a pine tree this morning.
Dr. Headphones: and pot in every pipe
Dexter Fong: and every Heroine a pot head
MoonGoon: And a good port to wash it all down with.
C. Simril: my friend who lives in the bush up north said he'd never seen that before
C. Simril: blue lotus is good too
Dr. Headphones: blue herons are stately birds
Dexter Fong: That's cause the bushes obscure his vision
Dead Fred: portly egrets in the bush sounds tasty
llanwydd: I thought the only bush was "down under"
MoonGoon: odd... we're lucky that way; many herons in NYS
Dr. Headphones: bush is obscuring the vision of the entire country
Dexter Fong: The quick brown fox jumped over the stately blue heron
C. Simril: true, but northern canada full of bushes, trees, birds, salmon, etc
llanwydd: Oh, him.
C. Simril: and bob hope too. or no, he's dead
Dr. Headphones: dex: more likely ON the heron
Dead Fred: use to be many more herons in NYC they reserve them now
MoonGoon: ...and we ate them.
C. Simril: i didnt know til his death he spent lots of time up north fishing
Dead Fred: hot dog
C. Simril: and they ate us
Dr. Headphones: herons taste like chicken?
Dexter Fong: while on hiatus
llanwydd: and what was the word?
C. Simril: Don Herron's tastes are rather chicken
Dexter Fong: really big chickens
Dead Fred: I thought they tasted some what creeish
llanwydd: and chickens taste like fish
MoonGoon: The indian Cree?
C. Simril: and cat fish taste like...
llanwydd: and egrets taste like gatorrrrr
C. Simril: Cree May Shun Treaty
C. Simril: a headline you may see
MoonGoon: I like a good hot Cree
C. Simril: and a good hot Cree may like you too, moon
alouitious_kwd: which treaty is that, Cat?
Dexter Fong: Cree! Ah sote
C. Simril: but don't bet the planet on it
C. Simril: they're ongoing, klok
llanwydd: I put no Cree dence in them
C. Simril: Clear Water? Revivial!
Dr. Headphones: put them in clearwater and have a revival
Dexter Fong: Cree-miny mah!
alouitious_kwd: what treaty?
Dead Fred: they like clear water
C. Simril: the tone, not the tomes, klok
Dexter Fong: A zee tone
llanwydd: back on the subject of Florida again
Dr. Headphones: wow, bolivia on pbs, coca, and it's taller than a man. i thought it was a little bitty plant
Dead Fred: grout clusters thats you're treaty now lets eat
Dr. Headphones: fred: MORE SUGAR!
C. Simril: that's Zed to you, pardner
Dexter Fong: Sugar! More Fred
MoonGoon: Up a semitone... there. That's it... DOOO REEEE MIIIIIIII
C. Simril: oh that thing on pbs tonight? i must watch that
Dexter Fong: Me me memememememe
Dead Fred: fat so la te do
Dr. Headphones: wide angle, cat
Dead Fred: fish eye lens to look in cats jaw
C. Simril: ah name of show, not lens
C. Simril: been thinking photography al lday
Dexter Fong: Klok: How come the Alouitius?
Dr. Headphones: yes, i should have "put it in quotes"
C. Simril: shot half an hour of film at friends' garden this morning. exquisite
alouitious_kwd: i thought, "why not?", Dex; it just came to me at the moment
Dexter Fong: Cat: No Security Police bothering you?
Dead Fred: Video cat?
C. Simril: not in vancouver, dex
MoonGoon: Packing for va-ca; be back in a tic as I am loading laundry...
C. Simril: yes, on my new XL1s.
Dexter Fong: Just back from a va-ca
C. Simril: it's for a film project i call City of Unnecessary Fountains. but it turned out his actually was necessary
Dead Fred: good one cat
Dr. Headphones: cat: does that mean it will not be in the film?
C. Simril: needed drainage from roof to keep it from flooding new basement suite
Dexter Fong: Cat: A hundred year form now, who'll know?
C. Simril: it will indeed, kend
Dead Fred: we'll all be under water anyway
C. Simril: water is always in charge
Dexter Fong: Hey! What about earth fire and um....ehter
Dexter Fong: ether
Dr. Headphones: i thought charles was in charge....
C. Simril: wind?
alouitious_kwd: mariah, cat
Dead Fred: Well grave yard shift, so I must get on with my haunting , See ya gang
Dr. Headphones: carey me back to ol' virginity.....
Dexter Fong: "And we called the cat, Mariah"
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, fred
llanwydd: just got some spam and had to discard it
alouitious_kwd: take care, DF
Dexter Fong: Night Fred
Dr. Headphones: llan: fry it with eggs. yummy :)
alouitious_kwd: it never goes bad, Ilan, keeps forever
llanwydd: I don't hear "You've got mail". I see a couple of red lights flash on top of my tv
alouitious_kwd: have you talked to a professional about this, Ilan?
Dr. Headphones: i don't worry about flashing red lights unless i'm driving and they are behind me
Merlyn: nite fred
alouitious_kwd: sometimes a tinfoil deflector beanie will prevent such experiences, Ilan
Dr. Headphones: klok: aluminium works better than tin. proven scientifically
llanwydd: when I start hearing "You've got mail", I'll see a professional
Dr. Headphones: a professional exorcist!
MoonGoon: Back... Those reflector beanie babies were debunked in the 50s... turns out the tinfoil only fries your brain by concentrating sunlight.
alouitious_kwd: Ilanwydd: http://zapatopi.net/afdb.html
Dr. Headphones: klok: i was searching my bookmarks for that, you beat me to it
Dexter Fong thinks, "I gotta get me one o them Url-ulators
Dr. Headphones: dex: i have a ululator. i call it a tongue
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:27 PM, then departs.
Dr. Headphones: hey doc
C. Simril: and speaking of tongues...
Dexter Fong: DH: I call mine a "Lactation Technicion"
doctec: uh, i just thought i'd pop my head in here for just a few seconds
C. Simril: open up your mouth and say DOC
llanwydd: just checked out zapatopi. Those things sure look dangerous
doctec: a very few seconds unfortunately, dinnah is (almost) served
alouitious_kwd: Dex - highlight the link on your browser location line. Press CTRL-C to copy it. Go to chat line, press CTRL-V to paste it. Done.
Dexter Fong opens wide and says "Doc!"
MoonGoon: kwd: that one's a riot... I like the bit about the high nickel content in Canadian coinage..
alouitious_kwd: hello, DT
C. Simril: i thot she died years ago
llanwydd: hi doc
alouitious_kwd: she's in the kitchen with someone, Cat
C. Simril: banging the old bo jangles?
Dexter Fong: Klok: =) I know that much..it's just the quickeness that you and others put up these Urls that gets me =)
||||||||| 10:28 PM: Eddie Soaring Yamamoto jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
doctec: but i just wanted to let everyone know i'm still alive and well
Dexter Fong: Eddie
Dr. Headphones: mr. yam! ola and oi
Merlyn: sheesh, I put in code for Yammy's oddball characters, and then he doesn't use them...
alouitious_kwd: It's called touch typing Dex. It's easy to learn... ;-)
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: indeed and oi
C. Simril: hi yammy
doctec: and still up to my eyeballs in office work
Dexter Fong: Still soare after all these years
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: Merl:?
C. Simril: your eyes have balls?
doctec: but after next week, things should definitely quite down a bit
Dexter Fong: Doc: You gotta get out of the office
alouitious_kwd: how do we know you're not an imposer, DT?
alouitious_kwd: or imposeur?
doctec: i've got ballsy eyes
Dexter Fong: It's bugged
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: Bugs ME
C. Simril: and mares eat oats
Merlyn: Why aren't you "Eddie Soaring ¥ámämøtö"?
doctec: you don't - that's the beauty of the mystery
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dead Fred - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: what a redundancy
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: Dead Fred is...
Dexter Fong: It's the Fiddlers guys
doctec: direct to you from the dept of redundancy dept
Dexter Fong: Tell me again
doctec: for a pack of cards, you guys are truly great
doctec: i love you all
MoonGoon: Awk Awk!
Dexter Fong: Love you too Doc
C. Simril: you must be on ecstasy
Dr. Headphones: i'm the 6 of clubs. or am i a 6 iron? i don't know any more
doctec: and i hope that our children will come to love us again in some better world than this
Merlyn: committing suicide, doc?
doctec: harry carey
C. Simril: my old buddy
Dexter Fong: And it's y hope, my Ryan's Hope that there is a Guiding Light to a better tomorrw, and not at general hospital
MoonGoon: Is it the seventh inning already?
C. Simril: no that was tom. harry was his dad. is he still alive?
llanwydd: this is getting maudlin
C. Simril: looked dead in that recent burt reynolds flick
Dr. Headphones: bill maudlin?
alouitious_kwd: cat - FYA, jelly lenses cure inflexible lenses in the aging: http://www.newscientist.com/news/news.jsp?id=ns99994025
doctec: i had a nosh at his restaurant chain at the minneapolis / st paul airport last month
Merlyn: &club;3 &club;
Merlyn: &club; 3&club;
doctec: not a bad restaurant in fact
Dr. Headphones: klok: make mine grape, please
Merlyn: Well, I screwed that up
C. Simril: i just spent a bunch of loonies on new lenses today, klok. dont tell me about it
Dexter Fong: Six No Trump
doctec: ok lili beckons, i'm gone but not forgotten
C. Simril: but i can see a fuck of a lot better than when i was last on chat
MoonGoon: Whew! I thought I was the only one...
C. Simril: bye doc
C. Simril: bye doc
Dr. Headphones: hi lili, bye doc
alouitious_kwd: hi to lili, bye to DT
doctec: i'll try and pop in again after viddles
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: I have glasses made from flintstone jelly glasses does that count?
Dexter Fong: Night Doc and Lili
doctec: or is it vittles
alouitious_kwd: kwd's stomach growls
doctec: anyway - i'll be back (at some point)
Dr. Headphones: victuals
llanwydd: how many cents make a loony?
Dexter Fong: Doc: It's 'vittles or victuales
Dr. Headphones: i had a wonderful turkey casserole tonight.
alouitious_kwd: 101 - it's Canada, remember?
C. Simril: yeah, turkish food is great!
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: BTW: How many idiots can fit into the republican party?
llanwydd: Loonies don't make cents, I guess
Dr. Headphones: yam: aren't they all?
alouitious_kwd: their currency is like the Mayan calendar system...
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: bah
Merlyn: ♣3 ♣
Merlyn: ♣ 3♣
Dexter Fong: I said Six No trump
alouitious_kwd: put down those clubs!
Merlyn: close enough
llanwydd: ESY: all of them
Dr. Headphones: this club will come to order. (i'll have two eggs, over easy....)
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: blew my riff
C. Simril: isnt that bridge built yet?
alouitious_kwd: that's it, I'm off to make my omelet! CU maybe later...
MoonGoon: Dem's clubs in spades....
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: Bah
Dr. Headphones: okey dokey, klok/al
Dexter Fong: Night Al:
C. Simril: all spades is groovy
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: nite
Merlyn: bye KWD
C. Simril: by klok
Dexter Fong: Spades is trumps wid me
alouitious_kwd: i'll check back in briefly from tiem 2 tiem
llanwydd: I might make a late dinner tonight myself
Dexter Fong: than kew
C. Simril: sound downright vietnamese to me, klok
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: Damn, trumped by a pack of cards
C. Simril: cardnials 3, bishops...
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: A trumped chump am I
Dexter Fong: Yam: Don't just stand there, do the Shuffle
llanwydd: I bought an 11 pound bag of basmati rice today for 3 dollars!
MoonGoon: Well, I'm ready for another Cuba libre...
Dr. Headphones: i was a tripping chimp on acid :)
Dexter Fong: Viva Cuba Libre
Dr. Headphones: viva, moon!
C. Simril: can you change your position a little, alice?
Dexter Fong: Lash these inner tubes together and bon voyage Pedro
Eddie Soaring Yamamoto: brb
Dexter Fong: Where yah going Yam?
llanwydd: or float the whole way in a '51 Chevy truck
Dr. Headphones: i'm going for a few also. coffee wants out, and new batch to be dripped
Dexter Fong: With Full blown fender skirts
C. Simril: did doc leave permently or did he say he'd return?
Dexter Fong: Cat: said he expectedted to be back
C. Simril: ah a
MoonGoon: brb... am mixing.
Dexter Fong: after 'vittles'
C. Simril: hey dex, did that email you sent me of dear friends shows include all your shows? i still havent made proper inventory of mine
llanwydd: who eats vittles anymore?
Dexter Fong: Cat: No not a complete inventory
C. Simril: i got them in various guises from various people at various times and not all labelled
Dexter Fong: When sorted out will email you
C. Simril: it will take serious work to figure out what i got and what i lack but elayne inspired me to do it
C. Simril: however, i have other things on the plate right now
Dexter Fong: Cat: Understand: However, here's the sticking point
C. Simril: points stick?
Dexter Fong: I have shows that are most likely copies of the Syndicated radio shows, and also copies (air checks) of the complete shows
llanwydd: only POINTED STICKS
C. Simril: a zippy universe
||||||||| Outside, the 10:43 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Happy Hairy Yamamoto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: so trying to differentiate
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: Ha
Dexter Fong: It's Happy harry
Dr. Headphones: a hologramatic universe. see this month's "scientific american"
C. Simril: damned if i know what all i have, dex. i didnt even know i had let's eat until doc told me
llanwydd: how many Yamamotos are there?
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Eddie Soaring Yamamoto at 10:44 PM
llanwydd: must be a big family
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: I have to install a seperate Palm Desktop for my dumb smartphone
C. Simril: eagle? ton crazy
Dexter Fong: Harry: I wnat to confess
Dr. Headphones: how many yamamotos can dance on the head of a pin?
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: about 10^10
MoonGoon: It is a zippy universe... zipping away from itself and getter faster about it all the time.
Merlyn: you aren't allowed to be in two places at once without written permission
Dexter Fong: I was on a boat with a guy catching crabs and some of them were undersize
C. Simril: if it's a pearl harbour pin, quite a few
Merlyn: Knit: 1 Pearl: 2
C. Simril: yes moon, the universe is stranger than we can imagine.
C. Simril: the optimist "scientist" always adds, "yet"
Dr. Headphones: someone sent me a pic of restaurant called "dirty dick's" with sign out front saying "i got my crabs from dirty dicks"
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: bah I say
Dexter Fong: and "yet" the scientist is not always an "optimist"
C. Simril: hows it goin in upstate new york, yammie?
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: I know some gurls like that
C. Simril: all fried and baked?
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: It's not California, thank god
Dr. Headphones: i like the softshell crabs
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: What a fuckin zoo
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: Y
Dr. Headphones: breaded and deep fried :) yummy
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: goos tuff
C. Simril: i lived in california for far too long. firesigns lived there even longer
MoonGoon: I just made up a libation... didn't have the proper Cuba Libre libretto, so I winged it with some Mount Gay rum, half-and-half, and vanilla extract. Almost reminds me of Bailey's Irish Scream
C. Simril: but i was lucky i lived there when they were a'bornin
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: I lived there before Prop 13 wrecked the jernt
Dexter Fong: HHY: This is *not* a fucking zoo, this is a zoo for animal husbandry and wifery
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: oh, sorry
C. Simril: lol dex
Happy Hairy Yamamoto is hit by a 16 ton weight
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: ow
Dexter Fong: Moon: Vanilla Extract?
C. Simril: yes yammy, my mother voted for prop 13 and then lost her job because of it
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: Bad deal that
Dr. Headphones: dex: it's what's left over after you get the vanilla intract
Dexter Fong thinks, "there's only one guy in this town cool enough to crink Old VE and I *had* to meet him"
Dexter Fong: drink
llanwydd: Interesting. Does anyone know if all the Firesigns still live in California
C. Simril: no
MoonGoon: Indeed... well, I needed something for that extra little kick, and VE is alcoholic. (and I'm out of sterno).
Merlyn: Ossman is near Seattle
C. Simril: ossman is permanently near seattle and austin often there too
Dexter Fong: No they don't live in Ca. or no, nobody knows
Dr. Headphones: moon: do you worry about that mount "gay" rum?
C. Simril: i guess bergman and proc wil be there forever, eh, merl?
llanwydd: They're not all "from" California
C. Simril: only ossman is from la, and austin from fresno
MoonGoon: It's actually pretty good.... Deep golden color, and tight leather thighs (running through the fields by the sea...)
C. Simril: buy the sea!
Dexter Fong: Yes! I said. Yes! Yes!
C. Simril: this is bush's amerika now
MoonGoon: and YES! I WILL!
C. Simril: your move?
llanwydd: we own the idea of the sea
Dexter Fong: I Will buy that new hat I thought
C. Simril: pat hat? what's that you're doing to your self?
Dexter Fong: Pat hand. I stand
C. Simril: ampersand?
Dr. Headphones: patty o'furniture
C. Simril: it only Hearst when i lounge
Dexter Fong: The Irish Wrought Iron Queen
MoonGoon: It's a mount in the Adirondacks (where me wife and I are headed)
Dr. Headphones: anyone want a hit from the virtual pipe?
Dexter Fong: What hath Queen wrought
C. Simril: you bet, kend
Dr. Headphones passes it to cat
C. Simril: even the non-virtual's legal now, apparently
Dr. Headphones: cough! cough!
Dexter Fong: Here! Try this gayly wedded pipe
Dexter Fong: um...welded
Dr. Headphones: dex: only if that pipe has a female end
C. Simril: this local guy has been travelling thru out canada this summer toking up on police stations' doors and challenging them to bust him, cuz the courts in ontario said there is no illegality no more
MoonGoon: That's where th bong went to!
Dr. Headphones: does ontario make law for entire country?
C. Simril: some bust him, some don't
Dexter Fong: DH: Male ...Female...it's a Neutrix connector
C. Simril: ontario has 10 million of canada's 30 million people, kend
MoonGoon: That's Ottawa
C. Simril: also ottawa.
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, bisexual pipe. you can pass it either way
Dexter Fong: DH: As goes Ontario, so goes Saskatchawan
Dr. Headphones: 30 mil of you f**kers? DAMN!
llanwydd: testink testink
C. Simril: i wish it were so, dex. i';m from sask and going back in a couple of weeks. but it's very anti-dope there
C. Simril: the birthplace of free health care and socialism in general in canada
Dexter Fong: Cat: Do't be a dope, be smart, get a doctor's prescription
C. Simril: yeah and if we keep fucking, there'll be a lot more, kend
MoonGoon: Cat: LOL
Dr. Headphones: if legal here, i could get script easily. borderline glaucoma (intraocular pressure is 28, FYI)
Dexter Fong: Cat: What else is there to do during those long winters
Merlyn: that's how they got 30 million, 'phones
C. Simril: i shared a tuna sandwich with a friend yesterday (the guy in the disner website on Box of Time) who, if he wins his supreme court case in a couple monthes, will have altered the law permanently.
Dr. Headphones: cat: how many speak french?
C. Simril: constitutional challenge, can the govt ban the pursuit of happiness here or not?
MoonGoon: All tightly nestled along the southern strip
C. Simril: in canada, almost no one outside of quebec, kend
Dexter Fong: Q'uest que sait?
Dr. Headphones: moon: i like it tightly nestled in the southern strip :)
C. Simril: the general feeling in courts, the press and fearful govt is that he will indeed win
MoonGoon: Thought you might...
C. Simril: i would fear a bush invasion if that comes to pass, but all your soldiers are looking for nukes in iraq
Dr. Headphones: cat: if that's the case, then look for the border to tighten up considerably
C. Simril: We All KNow That, Kend.
Dr. Headphones: "don't fence me in......."
C. Simril: a billion dollars of trade a day
llanwydd: I think they're really looking for Saddam
C. Simril: much of it in our favour
Merlyn: Cat, that's now "weapons of mass hysteria"
Happy Hairy Yamamoto: hes in korea
MoonGoon: White people across the northern hemisphere! Tighten those buttocks!
llanwydd: but they say its all about WMD
C. Simril: isnt everybody, yammy?
MoonGoon: No, it's about JOBS...
llanwydd: on which side!
C. Simril: side 12
Dr. Headphones: lol, moon!
MoonGoon: This is side five...
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Dodecahedron
Dr. Headphones: no, it's about this high... and this wide....
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
MoonGoon: and it's about this county (cork) that we're singin about...
llanwydd: If I were over there I'd boycott Haliburton
llanwydd: as much good as it would do
Dr. Headphones: i was born an armenian........
MoonGoon: No way, Ilan; they own the idea of a boycott
C. Simril: but i love halibut
Dexter Fong: Here at Haliburton, you're either part of the solution or you're part of the precipitate
MoonGoon: Oh the inhumanity of it all!
C. Simril: the zeppelin is now doc teching...
Dexter Fong: Und Lili is not goose schtepping
Dr. Headphones: but wait, there's a man on a rope hanging beneath *that* zeppelin!
Dexter Fong: It's a flying Walenda
llanwydd: its Mark Time
Dexter Fong: It's Lech Walesa
llanwydd: Do you think this is a blimp? Kill the birds
MoonGoon: I shall wait until the Feuerer's little hands meet, und zen use our last resort!
Dr. Headphones: ti's the loch ness monster
Dr. Headphones: our last resort is in cancun
Dexter Fong: Velcome to Club Bundt!
MoonGoon: a zen state if ever I saw one
||||||||| Catherwood enters with .phony yamamoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dr. Headphones: und ooh, vat a bundt on THAT one!
Dexter Fong: Zen vat did you do Moon>?
Dr. Headphones: yay (yet another yammie)
llanwydd: yet another Yamamoto
Dr. Headphones: don't worry about the yams, we won't weigh 'em
Dexter Fong: Yam: YOu could be fined for doing that
C. Simril: a veritable japan of them
MoonGoon: Dots easy... I did the Lotus position for five hours and my torso fell asleep.
llanwydd: Is this the grandmother?
Dr. Headphones: moon: your torso is asleep becaue of the cuba libres!
MoonGoon: Well, that too...
Dr. Headphones: het cat, pass that pipe back!
C. Simril: hear you goh, kend
Dr. Headphones: hey cat, i can't type either
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Happy Hairy Yamamoto at 11:08 PM
llanwydd: you can't sleep in the lotus position!
Dr. Headphones: het cat? sounds like instructions for sautéed feline
: Im' dead
||||||||| Happy harry yamamoto waltzes in at 11:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
MoonGoon: Who said I was sleeping? my torso did waht it had to do
Happy harry yamamoto: Tried logging in via smell-phone
Happy harry yamamoto: Logged in but can't send any massages
llanwydd: I've actually heard of people who have died in the lotus position
Dr. Headphones: maybe i will soon have second computer, could log in from both
Merlyn: Wait, who should I kill? .phony yammy?
Happy harry yamamoto: y
Dexter Fong: Don't worry Harry; We have your position logged
C. Simril: the waiting room is filling with yammies
Dr. Headphones: i could talk to myself via website. isn't that special???
Dexter Fong: Merl: Kill 'em all, let the ISP sort 'em out
C. Simril: reminds me of book i'm reading. live from new york, history of snl
Dr. Headphones: lol, dex!
Happy harry yamamoto: The web browser is a -bit- better, but you can't get that pocket communicator feel just yet
MoonGoon: you'll be taken away to meet others of your kind behind these large metal doors...
Merlyn: good idea, dex
C. Simril: that was one of al franken's characters. he sure is hit and miss
C. Simril: much better when he sticks to politics
C. Simril: any of you read this book?
Dr. Headphones: for those who missed it earlier, the quote of the day: It's true that Jesus paid for our sins. And I'm making sure He got his money's worth. - Bumper sticker
||||||||| Catherwood enters with hirohito yamamoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
MoonGoon: But he did write "Rush is a Big Fat Idiot" for which I am forever grateful.
Happy harry yamamoto: now hold it right there!
Dexter Fong kicks hirohite yamamato
Dr. Headphones: moon: i have that book, but never read it. any good?
Happy harry yamamoto: Rush is an idiot
C. Simril: havnet read it and only tangentially know who rush is, never seen or heard one of his shows
Dexter Fong: A big fat idiot
hirohito yamamoto: glad to! Now i'll hold it over here
MoonGoon: A gasser... and such an inviting target... out in PB
Dexter Fong: Peter Bergman?
Happy harry yamamoto: Cat, you ain't missing anything. Just rightwiing drivel
C. Simril: there was a relationship of sorts between him and at least proctor
C. Simril: cuz he played beat the reaper
Dr. Headphones: cat: i turned it on once. first words he said: "and, as usual, i was right." i turned it off that moment, have never watched again.
MoonGoon: cat: you're the lucky one... quite a gasbag.
C. Simril: we have enough of our own local home grown righties here, yammie. and they're in power
||||||||| 11:12 PM: yoko ono yamamoto jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
yoko ono yamamoto: herro
C. Simril: yammie, you don't got to clone. chill
Dexter Fong: Cat: You gotta understand, he's had *no* ideology, just willing to take money from whoever is willing to pay him most
Happy harry yamamoto: Asusual, he's not right, and he lies A LOT
Dr. Headphones: a flock of yamamotos. i say get out the shotgun
MoonGoon: Npw he's headed for the spurting life as a "color" guy...
Happy harry yamamoto: I'm not cloning
C. Simril: like george w. bush?
Happy harry yamamoto: It's an abombination
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Save us from the growing Yamamoto's
Happy harry yamamoto: It's an infestation
MoonGoon: Please say they're not cloning the little creep...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:14 PM and nagasaki yamamoto steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dr. Headphones: he avoided the draft during vietnam because he had an operable anal cyst and refused to have it fixed
C. Simril: some guy loses his job in sask (the birthplace of socialism in canada, by the way) for callng gw bush Shrub the other day
nagasaki yamamoto: where's yoko?
C. Simril: fuck that
MoonGoon: Plugged up the whole works from then on out...
Happy harry yamamoto: A pilonidal cyst=aka an infected zit
Dr. Headphones: cat: that's very common here
||||||||| Dexter Fong says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dexter Fong exits at 11:14 PM.
MoonGoon: Are they sure it wasn't his HEAD?
C. Simril: but not in socialist saskatchewan, kend
Happy harry yamamoto: I lanced a million in the Navy
||||||||| 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 Dexter Fong Yamamoto disembarks at 11:15 PM.
C. Simril: and molly ivins still has a job, eh?
Dr. Headphones: cat: as long as there's a texas, she will have work
Dexter Fong Yamamoto: If you ca't beat 'em, join 'em
C. Simril: sounds like a song, yammy
Dexter Fong Yamamoto: Don't call me Yammy
MoonGoon: In the key of E minus
Happy harry yamamoto: Not a pleasant job....
Happy harry yamamoto: Moon over many yammies
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'corky yamamoto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
C. Simril: ca't? i used to chew that back in yemen
Happy harry yamamoto: Oh, jesus
corky yamamoto: where's my mother?
||||||||| Around 11:16 PM, Dexter Fong Yamamoto walks off into the sunset...
MoonGoon: Yumpin Yiminy... we're up to our verdampts in Yammies
||||||||| "11:17 PM? 11:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jesus Yamamoto should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jesus Yamamoto enters and sits on the couch.
Dr. Headphones: someone is multi-tasking quite well tonight :)
C. Simril: he chewed too? that would explain his non-heterosexuality
Happy harry yamamoto: Just wanted to play w/my nude toy
Dr. Headphones: jesus retardo yamamoto, you mean
Jesus Yamamoto: Yammy, how I love you , how I love you my little Yammy
MoonGoon: Al's Jewel-son
Jesus Yamamoto: Shine on you crazy diamond
Happy harry yamamoto: I gat a Kyrocera 7135 and reupped w/the Darth Vader Phone co
Dr. Headphones: blueberry festival going on in town a few miles from here. pie eating contest on sunday. (i'll eat 3.1415928....)
MoonGoon: Well done... blueberry jammies... yum.
Jesus Yamamoto: Don't get off on a tangent DH
C. Simril: there is a local specialty dope called Blueberry which i've never tried but must be awesome in pancakes
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| yoko ono yamamoto - dead from measles
||||||||| hirohito yamamoto - dead from the yaws
||||||||| .phony yamamoto - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: a triple yammie!
C. Simril: killl those japs!
Jesus Yamamoto: Hah! Take that pone Yamamoto's
MoonGoon: Sounds like a triple play combo for the Yomuri Giants
Jesus Yamamoto: phony
Happy harry yamamoto: goddam outside agitateres
C. Simril: ive seen many of their games. saw sadaharu oh, et al
Dr. Headphones: agitprop and psyops. that's the way to go!
Jesus Yamamoto: Agititares! I don' need no stinkin' agititares
C. Simril: prop those agi's
MoonGoon: Oh! There goes anotha homa
llanwydd: who am i now?
Jesus Yamamoto: You're with us
Dr. Headphones: who is us?
MoonGoon: We're one of you...
Jesus Yamamoto: Aren't we?
llanwydd: good, I'm still llanwydd
C. Simril: not me
Dr. Headphones: and you're one of us
C. Simril: you're still welsh, ill
MoonGoon: But you're just across the border
Jesus Yamamoto: ...and wer'e all US +
llanwydd: I was hirohito and yoko and nagasaki and corky
C. Simril: depends on what you wanna call a border
C. Simril: cork those bats, sammy
Jesus Yamamoto: Don't get edgy Cat
Dr. Headphones: i go to border's bookstore all the time
Dr. Headphones: llan: "i was a teenage werewolf"
C. Simril: sounds like a firesign soap, jesus
Jesus Yamamoto: DH: We know...we have your dossier
Happy harry yamamoto: A cat has installed himeself on my monitor
MoonGoon: Well, you can't see it 'cept from the air, but trust me it's there in the minds of every INS man both norte and sud
C. Simril: and you can't even afford food? sounds like erasmus
llanwydd: and I've got a penguin on my tv
Dr. Headphones: but...but...i pay CASH! you're reading my retinas, aren't you?
Jesus Yamamoto: Don't blink those baby blues at me daddy-oh
C. Simril: you pay johnnie? does he get you out of jail free?
Jesus Yamamoto: I poke your eye out
MoonGoon: Now now fellas...
Dr. Headphones: i poke your bladder. urine out
Jesus Yamamoto: fightin's outta style
Jesus Yamamoto: Hah DH: That's not so hard at my age
MoonGoon: Fong's where the fair's at.
||||||||| Jesus Yamamoto leaves to catch the 11:26 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:26 PM, dragging Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dr. Headphones: jesus just went to hell. didya see that?
Happy harry yamamoto: 6555555555wow
llanwydd: Man I had a blast tonight! But I must go make dinner and go to bed.
C. Simril: puff the magic drag in
Happy harry yamamoto: He's done it before, tho
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Only to fight the devilmaster DH
Dr. Headphones: llan: do it in the correct order :) g'nite
C. Simril: buy, ill
llanwydd: Then I'll have a cup of coffee to settle me down
Happy harry yamamoto: The numbers were courtesy of my cat
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Night Ilan
Happy harry yamamoto: later all
MoonGoon: S'long Ilan... chew well and chew often
||||||||| Around 11:27 PM, Happy harry yamamoto walks off into the sunset...
C. Simril: sell well
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Chew bet
llanwydd: see yall nest weak
Dr. Headphones: chewbacca
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto well, only one false Yamamoto left
C. Simril: i may be here, i may not
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: 'sup Cat?
MoonGoon: I'm on va-ca in the High Peaks (get it?) so I'm a no-show next weak...
Dr. Headphones: enjoy, moon
Dr. Headphones: merlyn: penicillin will cure that
MoonGoon: Will do... hard not to up there...
C. Simril: parked on top of your wife's tits?
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Night Moon, travel saftely
alouitious_kwd: almost done... ;-)
Dr. Headphones: al's back!
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: You know me Al
MoonGoon: Low and slow on the ol' six-sixty -six
alouitious_kwd: for a couplea minits
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nagasaki yamamoto - dead from the common cold
||||||||| corky yamamoto - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'BarneyR', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dr. Headphones: hi barney
C. Simril: lots o r's in that barn
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: "And only one Yamamoto shall live"
BarneyR: Heh heh, hi guys
C. Simril: well, not necessarily
BarneyR: Instead of writing "Barney Rubble", I just put BarneyR
C. Simril: you new here, barny?
BarneyR: Actually, this is my second time here
BarneyR: The first time, I stumbled in by accident
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: You here, nu? Barney?
Dr. Headphones: are you a carnie, barney?
C. Simril: welcome back. and i'm sure your front's cool too
BarneyR: And met one of the programmers for the online game
MoonGoon: Nu? Clear? Balmy?
Dr. Headphones: and you came back? you MUST be nuts!
BarneyR: Isn't everyone?
C. Simril: barns r us
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Barney: Musta met Merlyn?
C. Simril: where i come from, that is the rule
MoonGoon: It's in the water...
Dr. Headphones: we can't discuss religion, sex, or politics here.
C. Simril: from the convention?
BarneyR: EithAr thur wizard or the other
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: That's why it's wet
Dr. Headphones: did you hear the one about the republican priest who walked into a bar with a whore?
C. Simril: no, but we wont go into that, yammy
BarneyR: I couldn't stop playing the game until I was closer to near than far
BarneyR: And then I won, by accident too
MoonGoon: No, I wanna hear it...
Dr. Headphones: barney: you can't get there from here
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Cat: Did you hear the one about the republican whore who walked into the bar with a priest
BarneyR: Especially when you're in two places at once
C. Simril: not yet, yammy
Dr. Headphones: i'm never *there*, i'm always *here*
C. Simril: good to see someone new who knows firesign, barny
BarneyR: Hmmm... would anyone know how far it is from New York City to Jones Beach?
Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto: Cat: Don't call me yammy, I'm Peter...or Paul...or Mary
BarneyR: I have a jones to see Fleetwood Mac this autumn
C. Simril: the song Gypsy is one of my faves
MoonGoon: Did you hear about the Republican whose whores walked into a priest's bar stool
Dr. Headphones: not from that area, don't know where jones beach is. i'd to go maps.yahoo.com and plug it into driving directions
BarneyR: LOL... C., has anyone who _doesn't_ know Firesign ever made it here?
Dr. Headphones: if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere
BarneyR: I mean, Funfun town isn't exactly on the map... or is it?
BarneyR: Yahoo! Thanks, doc!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:36 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
MoonGoon: Hotter than Hooker today...
Dr. Headphones: dex, is that really you?
Dexter Fong: Barney: It's not the distance so much as the travel time
BarneyR: How do you John(t)Lee say that, MG?
BarneyR: What would be the travel time, then?
Dr. Headphones: yahoo will give you both, but the distance is a lot more accurate than the time
Dexter Fong: On a friday evening, could take as much as 2 hours
BarneyR: I mean, apart from September 21st...
Dr. Headphones: on a clear day, you can see forever
Dexter Fong: Ken: It's all about traffic congestion
C. Simril: i come and i go , but dont announce it. are you all still here?
Dr. Headphones: i'm not
Merlyn: Hey, tinymud is still up.
C. Simril: no, tiny's not here
Merlyn: but tinymud is
MoonGoon: Still kicking but on my way out of my mind for some late-nite laundry... Bye all.
Dexter Fong: Barney: Sewpt 21 is sunday evening, going agianst traffic, maybe hour and a half
C. Simril: thing about death is, it's never temporary
Dr. Headphones: dashboard confessional is the musical guest on letterman. anyone know who/what he/she/it is?
Merlyn: Roof of RadioNow Station(#28792RJ)
Merlyn: The roof of the station. There is a large 'H' painted where
Merlyn: Happy Panditt's On The Spot Actuality Now News Chopper lands.
Merlyn: Happy Panditt's Chopper
Merlyn: Obvious exits:
Merlyn: Ladder Down
BarneyR: Hmmm... 90 mins.
Dr. Headphones: later, moon
BarneyR: Whoa, what magic have we here?
MoonGoon: An alt-rock band with a whiny front man... YMMV.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Abnort!! Abort!! Do not land!!
BarneyR: Dashboard confessional... Anybody see paradise?
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Peter, Paul and mary Yamamoto - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: moon: probably will be my opinion also.
MoonGoon: Take care everybody; I'm back on the freeway which is already in progress...
BarneyR: Funny, Yahoo Maps seems to say Jones Beach is _inside_ New York, NY
||||||||| MoonGoon says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, MoonGoon exits at 11:40 PM.
Dr. Headphones: barney: do you love me? (safe at second base)
Dexter Fong: Well Dear Firends, must go and move car....untill we meat again
Dr. Headphones: happy driving, dex
Dexter Fong: Night All
BarneyR: See ya, Dex
alouitious_kwd: nite dex
Merlyn: nite dex
C. Simril: dex gone?
alouitious_kwd: not yet- his font is still dark
BarneyR: Dex, there a thee...
Dr. Headphones: klok: is that the definitive diagnostic sign?
Dr. Headphones: "he's not dead yet, doctor, his font is still dark."
C. Simril: hans doc ness
C. Simril: is move my car some kind of code?
Dr. Headphones: cat: even/odd day parking. he moves it or they tow it
C. Simril: aha
BarneyR: I dunno, I guess we'll have to await a dashboard confession to know the truth
C. Simril: the dead confess?
Dr. Headphones: to those keeping score, i shaved my beard AND moustache this week. an ordinary trim job went bad about 2/3 of the way in. it was nasty. bodies all over the place
C. Simril: how long between shavings, kend?
BarneyR: About an arm's length, I'd say
Dr. Headphones: cat: it's been almost a year now
BarneyR: Okay, now I'm _really_ not making sense
Dr. Headphones: and i hadn't been without a moustache since 1976
BarneyR: Nor cents. I should probably quit while I've a head
Dr. Headphones: barney: you fit in well that way :)
C. Simril: goodness. i have nightmares about shaving. havent done it in 32 years
alouitious_kwd: it's expensive & tedious, Cat, same as always ;-)
C. Simril: and that was just the beard
Dr. Headphones: i use electric, don't own a manual razor
BarneyR: LOL... Here I am trying to sound like Firesign, and risking being burnt in the process
C. Simril: you think you'll appeal to a better class of potential mates clean shaven, kend?
Dr. Headphones: barney: it doesn't have to be continuous. if you're into calculus, we can be integrated even though we ARE discontinuous
Dr. Headphones: cat: it wasn't on purpose, total accident with electric trimmer
BarneyR: I see
C. Simril: bummer
BarneyR: So even if my gab is derivative, I can still be integrated ;)
Dr. Headphones: you so square!
BarneyR: I'm not square, I'm cubic ;D
Dr. Headphones: have a cheese log to base e
C. Simril: Fumiyo trims my hair on a regular basis, when it gets too warm, interferes with food, etc. but the idea of a shaven face is beyond my comprehension
BarneyR: "Now in fine bookstores everywhere: 'A Square Squared' "
||||||||| It's 11:50 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...
Dr. Headphones: cat: i will almost certainly get the moustache back, but not sure about beard
alouitious_kwd: even with the new lenses, Cat?
C. Simril: you're so vain. you probably think this chat's about you, and you can pay to find out
BarneyR: I've lived my life mostly free from facist hares
Dr. Headphones: send $14.95 in cash in a brown paper bag, in the dead of night.....
BarneyR: Though I had my stash for about a year
C. Simril: new lenses kick as. or some other organ. i can see far better than in a long time
Merlyn: whew, the reaper almost got me
Dr. Headphones: yeah, those nazi rabbits are a plague upon our land
BarneyR: You mean he reaps when we don't sow?
Dr. Headphones: merlyn: you have to run from him?
Merlyn: My computer froze, so I could have been killed while I was off
BarneyR: Their multiplicity is quite a feet
C. Simril: i am appalled and disgusted at how many men feel they need short hair and no facial hair, even in winter in canada. makes no fuckin sense at all
C. Simril: summer, of course
Dr. Headphones: cat: i do prefer having a beard in winter. it's not much, but it helps on the face to cold ratio
C. Simril: exactgly, kend, and you live in a far colder clime
BarneyR: I find I look terrible with extra hair, though I admit it was quite warm when I wore it
alouitious_kwd: except in freezing rain
C. Simril: you live where it's always warm, barn?
alouitious_kwd: a hat is less of a PITA
BarneyR: Nope, the land of the igloos
Dr. Headphones: klok: i have had wind blow so hard it made my eyes water, and the tears froze in my moustache as icicles. walk inside, they melt and drip all over
BarneyR: Where there's more iron in the knuckles... er, nickels
Dr. Headphones: ah, i remember now! our toronto canuck friend!
BarneyR: thaw, thaw, Doc, there's more water where I come from
C. Simril: ive had air freeze and thumbs freeze while hitching in sask when i was in my last year of university there, in 1970, kend. that's what the flick we're making is sort of about
C. Simril: not the frozen air, just being there
BarneyR: I'm wayyyyy east... In fact, as far east as you can go in Kin-ada without being in Newfoundland
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, i've lost the thought process here. too much of that virtual pipe i forgot to pass around. been bogartin' it
C. Simril: you;re in ire=land, barny?
BarneyR: re: ?
Dr. Headphones: p.e.i.?
alouitious_kwd: Just Being There? So it's a sequel, then?
BarneyR: Close to p.e., try c.b.
Dr. Headphones: cape breton
C. Simril: wher'es peter sellers when you need him?
BarneyR: Yup yup
Dr. Headphones: home of some great music
C. Simril: cape breton?
alouitious_kwd: aha! close to the 4th Tower of Inverness!
BarneyR: I think Petey sold out... (kidding!)
Dr. Headphones: i listen to celtic show most weeks on radio, lots of music from there, all good
BarneyR: About an hour away, allowing light traffic
C. Simril: i'd rather have a crepe
BarneyR: Thanks, doc! Although I'm more into prog rock than the music from this Rock
alouitious_kwd: i got caught on Canso Causeway in a winter storm about an hour away...
C. Simril: than a creep
Dr. Headphones: klok: i listened to that stoned every night for months, it seemed. did it really go on that long?
BarneyR: That can s(l)o you down
||||||||| 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 11:57 PM.
Dr. Headphones: hey bam!
Bambi: Hi! :)
alouitious_kwd: yeah, the CDs are $60 or something, it was a serial. a stoned serial
BarneyR: Is it hunting season already? Can't be, I'm veggin' out
C. Simril: hey, it's frambi! i',m FRAMBULATED
alouitious_kwd: 'lo Bam
Bambi: how are you Ken :)
Bambi: hey cat
Merlyn: hi ho
BarneyR: Alou, was that high in fiber, or part of a balanced meal?
Bambi: good to see everyone
C. Simril: i wanna tape that bolivia show. must go turn on vcr
BarneyR: Hi Bambi (though we've never met)
C. Simril: alou brothers?
Bambi: we are still on the road
Dr. Headphones: bambi, meet barney (and vice versa)
Bambi: h BarneyR
C. Simril: one of whom named jesus. probalby a ref for phil austin
BarneyR: So Alou, are you from CB too
alouitious_kwd: 's Jack doing?
C. Simril: we all loved vin scully, who refused to call him jesus alou, instead claled him jay alou
BarneyR: Almost 1 AM my time, and "I Am" beat
Bambi: honk, honk (ah,clem said that)
Dr. Headphones waves at ah, clem
C. Simril: ok, usually i dont annouce but mist go hook up machines to record pbs right now. back soon
Bambi: hi kwd
BarneyR: PBS... Ah, the days of the Moody Blues and "Are You Being Served?"
Dr. Headphones: do it, cat
Dr. Headphones: are you being served is still on here saturday nights
BarneyR: Great, I haven't seen Mrs. Rumble's puss in years!
Dr. Headphones: i lead an exciting life. british tv on saturday nights
Bambi: :): ah, clem says hi Ken .. he is laying down and I have taken over his computer LOL
BarneyR: It used to come on PBS-Bangor six or seven nights a week
Bambi: ah, clem also said to tell Ken ... thanks for all the fishes :)
||||||||| 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..
Dr. Headphones: bangor? i didn't even touch her!
BarneyR: Catherwood, are we dull fin?
BarneyR: My "Ummagumma" rip is probably long finished by now
Dr. Headphones: catherwood is on speed again, 3 min fast.
BarneyR: Compiling my CD & LP collection onto my hard drives
BarneyR: for EZ play
Dr. Headphones: barney: i've done some of that, lots easier with cd than lp, i've learned
BarneyR: I agree, doc, though with a copy of Pristine Sounds, it makes the trip somewhat smoother
BarneyR: A CD can be "ripped" almost as fast as paper, when compared to de-clicking, de-popping and de-sizing those LP tunes
Dr. Headphones: editing program? i'm using goldwave. does more than i want, but on this old computer, very slow
Bambi: barney we have done the same thing with our CDs and have done a couple albums ... but have over 200 albums ... will take awhile.
BarneyR: Goldwave is very nice too
Bambi: ah, clem says he probably will work on our video collection first :)
BarneyR: I hear ya, Bam, be assured it will take me forever to get through my 2000+ lps...
Dr. Headphones: whew! i thought i had a lot (only about 1000 here)
BarneyR: At least I have some doubling (not to raise the ire of my mum)
Bambi: I hear ya! LOL
C. Simril: ok i just turned on vcr for pbs
BarneyR: I haven't tried Goldwave for a pop, click, or a jump
C. Simril: or we drowning in initials yet?
Bambi: 1,000 is alot Ken ... actually ah, clem says we have close to 500 but some are not worth doing
alouitious_kwd: it's just that little chromium switch, Cat
BarneyR: Or sohuld I say "haven't tried for a pop, click, just a dump" (as in whole LP to one file)
C. Simril: is ah clem showing up?
BarneyR: Or maybe I should say "should"
Bambi: "moldy" oldies LOL
C. Simril: what happend last week, frambi?
Dr. Headphones: yeah, bambi, i will never do them all. some i will probably get only one song, make a "greatest hits" cd of that sort of thing
alouitious_kwd: you like the alternative, cat, spelling it all out?
Bambi: ah, clem is laying on the couch next to me at the moment
BarneyR: Ah, I believe this is about the time we find out if a certain visit is TV or not TV
BarneyR: Or am I rung?
C. Simril: good for your couch, frambi
Dr. Headphones: quick! turn on channel 85!
C. Simril: i never could spell, klok
BarneyR: What's going on?
Bambi: yep ... good for ah,clem ... he needed to stretch out
Dr. Headphones: the fall of the roaming umpire, chapter XXVII
C. Simril: and i was an english teacher (or at least paid for being one) for 31 years
C. Simril: spreak engrish, troops
BarneyR: All roads lead to roam
C. Simril: romany? gypsy doctor
BarneyR: I always thought baseball was a mare et kin...
Dr. Headphones: i try not to think about baseball.
Dr. Headphones: cat's the fan around here. toronto, i think?
BarneyR: Argh, I'm out, getting ballsier with the text, and perhaps texting everyone's patients
Dr. Headphones: when you test my patients, do a complete blood workup, plus liver enzymes
BarneyR: I should be able to digest all that
Merlyn: I was a high liver at one point
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 12:10 AM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Phil Austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dr. Headphones: my liver's been high on uncountable occasions!
Dr. Headphones: hi phil
Phil Austin: Oh, it's so late. Anyone up?
Bambi: hi Phil
Merlyn: speak of the liver
BarneyR: Wow, I was Wright on the money!
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead disembarks at 12:11 AM.
Bambi: great to see you
Dr. Headphones: orville or wilbur?
Merlyn: hey phil, did you see proctor's picture in TV guide?
Dr. Headphones: hi muddy
Phil Austin: Haven't looked at the log for tonite, so don't know what's going on.
BarneyR: hail, hail, the gang's now here?
Dr. Headphones: we've been talking about you unmercifully
Bambi: always a pleasure to talk to you, Phil
Mudhead: Hiya Doc you a practicing physician?
BarneyR: And wrighting out a few bad puns in text
Phil Austin: Merl: just got your email and haven't looked yet. As if I haven't seen enough pictures of that guy in my life ...
Dr. Headphones: i'm gonna practice til i get it right!
BarneyR: That's wright
Dr. Headphones: i'm not a *real* doctor, just an amateur gynocologist
Mudhead: Heya All, Howdy Phil
Merlyn: It's at http://www.firesigntheatre.com/img/bigproctor.jpg just click on it for a new window
Phil Austin: AHHHHHHHHHHH!
Merlyn: But TV guide didn't mention his Firesign connection!
BarneyR: What, Phil's Big Brother?
Mudhead: I gotta couple o slugs see...
Bambi: Hey Mudhead
alouitious_kwd: evening Phil (OK, everyone: talk about him mercifully now...
Phil Austin: I'm not mean to Bambi, she just likes it that way
Merlyn: Phil is the voiceover on Big Brother 4
BarneyR: Merci, Alou
Phil Austin: who in hell is alouitious?
alouitious_kwd: do they know where that voice is coming from?
Dr. Headphones: not hell, just purgatory
BarneyR: My guess is anyone who's inkleined...
Bambi: nice picture :)
Mudhead: Bambi, long tyme no type eh>?
Bambi: cool! :)
BarneyR: Orange, Alou?
Phil Austin: Klokdog: gotcha
Mudhead: hi klok
BarneyR: (Okay, Barn, shift it into low gear...)
alouitious_kwd: not yet!
Bambi: LOL ... yeah ... ah,clem was here last :)
||||||||| Lili Lamont sneaks in around 12:14 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Phil Austin: Cat has drifted off?
BarneyR: Sorry, my first time here with more than one person, and I'm doing my best to manage
Dr. Headphones: hi lili
Bambi: we are traveling .. in Michigan right now
Dr. Headphones: barney: throw a towel over it
Dr. Headphones: bambi: heading this way?
Phil Austin: Ah, the adorable lil. Dok must be asleep, curled up in a ball by the fire, his fingers unclutched from the keyboared
alouitious_kwd: he was fighting with his vcr, some kind of te kwando training or something, I guess
Bambi: hi Lili
BarneyR: Gladly, doc
C. Simril: hey phil
C. Simril: just answering phone
Dr. Headphones: you might not want to, the cold/respiratory infection here isn't gone yet
Lili Lamont: Hi, guys. Doc just went upstairs and I realized that he was still logged in. So I thought I'd drop in briefly and say Hi.
Dr. Headphones: it's your call though. just be forewarned
C. Simril: my wife has joined you and oona in a new found love for mountain climbing
Mudhead: On a seriuos note pals, reason i havent seen you all in the last few weeks is i've been in hospital
C. Simril: scares me to fucking death
alouitious_kwd: there, you see, he was fighting with his phone, too
Merlyn: hi lili, hi lili, hi lo
Dr. Headphones: mud: nothing serious, i hope?
Phil Austin: Fumiyo, climber of heights?
C. Simril: hey lili
BarneyR: So much anger, alou...
Mudhead: they released me mercifully today
Bambi: ah,clem is all better now ... I have larengitis from mine
Mudhead: its greaat to see ya all
Bambi: hopefully will get better soon
Phil Austin: muc: what diagnosis?
Dr. Headphones: still a lot of coughing and sneezing here
Bambi: no more sneezy, coughy, crap
Lili Lamont: Hi, Phil. Actually, I made another sumptuous meal for him, so he became very relaxed. Plus, unlike me, he has to get up in the morning and head to work.
Phil Austin: I meant Mud
C. Simril: yes. it began with longs walks for icy. then mountain climbing. now climbing shear cliffs., i dont even want to know about it
alouitious_kwd: next week: Cat joins us from his PDA while hanging off the East Buttress of something...
Mudhead: low 02, might need new lungs horrified....
Phil Austin: Lil: ingredients of meal?
Lili Lamont: Hi, Cat. I may be coming out to SF to see my brother. He has tickets to Urinetown.
Lili Lamont: Hi, Cat. I may be coming out to SF to see my brother. He has tickets to Urinetown.
BarneyR: Yikes, best of luck to ya, mud (and I mean that seriously)
C. Simril: no, i'll be near mountain top, but at old buddy's cabin
BarneyR: You're in town, Lily???
alouitious_kwd: finely ground corn, often
Merlyn: there's an echo in here, nickie
Phil Austin: Cat: Near Vancouver, the heights, that is?
Mudhead: thx phil, long time fan man
C. Simril: nick nick nick
Bambi: well, as much as we'd love to see you again ... we are going to try to head southeast because we were delayed here
alouitious_kwd: hang on tight, Cat!
Mudhead: thx barney
Phil Austin: mud: get more than well
C. Simril: yes, phil. whistler, etc. scares me to death but icy digs it. sort of
BarneyR: C., I prefer buying mine at the shop ;)
Dr. Headphones: bambi: if you can't stop, wave as you drive by
Mudhead: thx phil
Phil Austin: Cat: the trick is not so much climbing, but walking at a fairly high altitude, no strain, amazing what the diff in oxygen level does to your head
Bambi: we sure will Ken and thanks for the offer ... ah,clem wants to know what you wanted him to send you
Mudhead: im on 02 here now so please no smoking
C. Simril: when i was away last week, fumiyo thought you only stopped by cuz i wasnt there. nice to see she's wrong, for once
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, can't remember right now, but i will wake up at 4am and know what it was!
Bambi: we have broadband for just one more day or so
C. Simril: i'm a big fan of intoxication, phil
Lili Lamont: Phil: I made deviled chicken thighs, which consisted of boneless, skinless thighs, seasoned, dredged in butter, smeared with a dijon, wine and cayenne mixture and then pressed onto that were bread crumbs from a good artisan loaf of French bread. Drizzled with butter, baked, and the brown bits scraped up with white wine. That and curried couscous and cauliflower.
alouitious_kwd: Cat: pressure breathing. Inhale, slightly close mouth, puff air out: raises the pressure in your lungs, gets more O2 in
Merlyn: Hey, you can say O2
Phil Austin: Of course, the NW gives you alpine scenery at fairly low altitudes - at least by the standards of people used to the s. Sierras
BarneyR: Bam: they're taking away broadband? Or you're just downsizing?
Dr. Headphones: oh my, lili! sounds wonderful :)
Mudhead: you can anyway
alouitious_kwd: I don't have the code for subscripted numbers handy, Merlyn
Lili Lamont: It didn't suck. Doc loved it. But then, he's become addicted to my cooking.
BarneyR: Oh to say O(subscript) 2... how'd you do that, wiz?
Dr. Headphones: klok: it might be an apple trick
C. Simril: i'll be near mountain top up north next week for a week and then in the vastness of flratness for the following week
Merlyn: just do <sub>2</sub>
Bambi: Lili is making me hungry LOL
C. Simril: are all well with you, lili? at least some of the said?
alouitious_kwd: Gee, Lili -- all you need to do is practice saying "My name is Lili and I'll be your...
BarneyR: 2 cool
Mudhead: i live were we build subs
Phil Austin: Geez, Lil. We had a tri-tip, seared in butter than baked in a clay pot. some tomatoes sliced (by Dan Quail) with mozarella and a couple of boiled artichokes with mayonaise and lemon juice
Lili Lamont: Hey, I've been cooking for 44 years now.
Dr. Headphones: O2
Mudhead: thats were i lost my lungs
alouitious_kwd: ah! the HTML trick instead. I forgot about that
Merlyn: You can even correct
C. Simril: and the shoe still dont taste good, lili?
Phil Austin: You're cookin' now, Babe, said Nick
Mudhead: hey i lost weight
BarneyR: Can we be so bold as to have fun with a HotML?
alouitious_kwd: I was looking for the ALT + number keypad 4-letter code to force a subscripted digit, like this: ¾ (which is harder to do in HTML)
Dr. Headphones: mud: i bet it's not the way you envisioned losing it though....
Bambi: yeah, where's that can of SPAM ... we are now getting hungry LOL
Lili Lamont: Phil: Sounds like insalata caprese, one of Doc's favorites. I use course sea salt, extra virgin olive oil, and balsamic.
C. Simril: any new projects, phil?
Mudhead: there we go
BarneyR: Mud, you mean that in earnest or in contempt?
BarneyR: I'm new here so I don't know the protocol... or the pro to call...
alouitious_kwd: kwd just finished his omelet and is quite sated, finally
Mudhead: i got small...
Merlyn: This is a hidden message
Mudhead: or was it tyhe meds?
C. Simril: you started big?
Dr. Headphones: say anything, answer all questions, avoid any rules
C. Simril: merl, what do you have to hide?
Merlyn: not quite hidden enough...
BarneyR: But since one of the Guys is here, I have to pipe up with one thing: I actually prefer the new trilofy to the classic stuff!
BarneyR: (Then again, maybe it's 'cuz I'm 27...)
Phil Austin: First, braise the Spam loaf in olive oil ...
C. Simril: lili, has doc crashed from overwork?
BarneyR: Er, trilogy, not trilofy
Dr. Headphones: a mere sprat....
alouitious_kwd: Barney: you can type HTML into your posting lines to effect various font effects
C. Simril: are you anywhere near getting work?
Lili Lamont: Gentlemen, I just wanted to stop in briefly. Doc is waiting upstairs. He likes the nighttime snugs, and whatever else might come about..
alouitious_kwd: I'm not brave enough to try the various heading styles, centered, etc.
C. Simril: barny, you're younger than most of my clothes
Phil Austin: Barney: can't tell you what fun it is to hear that opinion on the new stuff
alouitious_kwd: goodnight, Lili
BarneyR: Now, to remember the codes...,
Bambi: we have some extra virgin olive around here :)
Merlyn: gentlemen? Did some people enter when i wasn't looking?
Dr. Headphones: (wink) ok, lili, go do that laundry. g'nite
Bambi: ah,clem can braise it
C. Simril: lili, i am always on your side. doc too
Bambi: night Lili
Mudhead: Lili, your'e as beautiful as ever. Dont lose the smile.
Merlyn: <#e0e0e0>much better hidden text<>
BarneyR: Although I listened to stuff like 'Everything You Know...' and 'Not Insane' from a friend, I never got completely hooked before "Immortality"
C. Simril: and your momentarily canuck daughter. she can call me for fellow canuckness anytime
Merlyn: no, that's completely crappy hidden text
Lili Lamont: Cat: He over does it continually. I got very pissed off at him following his last all nighter. He said it wasn't easy being in love with a woman that could beat the shit out of him in a dark alley. I have been working out a lot.
Dr. Headphones: E I E I O
alouitious_kwd: this is completely hidden text:
Merlyn: finally, some hidden text
Mudhead: Mr Macdonalds epitaph
C. Simril: fumiyo could beat the shit out of the universe in a very well lit alley. i avoid such.
Lili Lamont: Okay, good night all. So nice to be able to koin in, albeit briefly.
Merlyn: That's better; text only for the ASCII version, heh heh
Phil Austin: nite, lil
alouitious_kwd: tell him you're working on squeezing tin into gold, Lili, that should make it all better
C. Simril: have even a better night, lili
BarneyR: Although I was a bit lost in "Boom Dot Bust" (maybe because I'm Canadian), it all came back when here came the bride (of Firesign)
Mudhead: R R E E O O I I A A
Dr. Headphones: merl: you *can* highlight with mouse and read it
Lili Lamont: that's join. I must be needing sleep, too.
Mudhead: pirate eye chart
BarneyR: Pleasure seeing you, Lili (although I must admit I'm being mostly naughty by punning with text... I'll be more behaved next time)
Lili Lamont: Bon nuit, Phil.
BarneyR: LOL, Mud
Merlyn: I know; papoon's page uses that for the Dr. Infermo page
||||||||| Lili Lamont leaves to catch the 12:26 AM train to Hellmouth.
alouitious_kwd: Barney -- we didn't allow Canadians to participate in the dot-com boom
Dr. Headphones: hey phil: any chance of papoon running for prez again?
||||||||| At 12:27 AM, doctec runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Merlyn: see http://www.firesigntheatre.com/papoon/drugs.html
C. Simril: mudhead, i've spent much time looking at eye charts of late. thankfujlly it now means i have new glasses so i can see this text. i remain amazed
BarneyR: Alou, that's why we have .ca right? ;)
alouitious_kwd: or just Gov. of the Titanic
C. Simril: alou? jesus!
BarneyR: there you go with the pirate talk again, the aye chart
C. Simril: retardo? vin scully
Dr. Headphones: retardo! god, i love that guy :)
Phil Austin: Dr. H.: George Papoon is retired and lives in Florida and only watches Art of the Insane on TV. He's trying to paint.
BarneyR: C., actually you almost pronounced it right: Alouitious
Merlyn: I want to be secretary of rearranging deck chairs in the next California administration
Dr. Headphones: lol, phil! i bet it's water colors (just like schikelgruber)
Mudhead: Gov Schwarznegger?
alouitious_kwd: no, Barney, we have it, and all the other domains. We hand them out as we see fit -- that's why the Swiss got .ch, for inventing the WWW before we did
C. Simril: you and 40 million others, merl
Bambi: thanks ... that's a funny picture
Phil Austin: Cat: At this very moment, Vinnie's voice is on TV Los Dodjers are leading Cincy in the seventh
C. Simril: more likely to happen than not, mud
BarneyR: By numbers, Phil? (Desperately trying to ressemble anything funny here)
C. Simril: hey bambi, what happend tothe show last week
BarneyR: (I mean _I'm_ desperately trying to ressemble anything funny here)
alouitious_kwd: Actually, Phil, if you check NYT Arts section, there is an article on the art of the insane -- perhaps you could refer it to George; I don't have his email
Bambi: Cat: we were on the road so ah,clem couldn't do it.
C. Simril: phil, one thing i can never forgive him for is his refusal to call jesus alou by his name, always Jay Alou
Phil Austin: Alo: Yeah, I saw that. My favorite Insane Artist lately is Mathew Barney
Bambi: he may set a rerun for this week while we are returning home.
C. Simril: yet to me he was a god, even more than you guys, in terms of voice and what the voice said
Dr. Headphones: mine is barney frank
Phil Austin: Vinnie is bigger than J-Esus or J-Lo
Dr. Headphones: good, bambi, i didn't hear anything last week :(
C. Simril: hey phil, my dog bigger than my room just came into say hello to you, as bigf dogs do
Merlyn: in the little intro titles in the xmradio section, I use actual art by insane people
Mudhead: Can i be frank with you?
BarneyR: Barney, barney... oh, to be Not Insane... LOL
Bambi: good to hear it was missed :)
Phil Austin: I have four dogs asleep at my feet
C. Simril: the best metaphor i've ever heard was vin on a cincy game in 76
BarneyR: I'm all ears, C. :)
Phil Austin: Merl: I'll take a look. wonderful idea
Merlyn: are your feet asleep too? that'd make six
BarneyR: What type of dogs, Phil?
C. Simril: tommy john was 1-0 against the big red machine, and vin said tommy john had no more chance of beating the reds 1-0 than if you sent your lettuce rabbit mail
Dr. Headphones: hot dog!
Phil Austin: Barney: Three cattle dogs and a mutt
Mudhead: i hate when my feet fall asleep, Means they'll be up all nite...
C. Simril: he was rigght; the dodgers scored 8 more and won 9-0
BarneyR: Cool :)
Bambi: and they said the word
Phil Austin: rabbit mail, that's really good
BarneyR: and the word was.... "ummmmmmm..."
alouitious_kwd: here it is, Phil: http://www.nytimes.com/2003/08/06/arts/design/06PARI.html?pagewanted=all&position=
BarneyR: Vintage Vin, gotta love it
Merlyn: Here's some of the insane art I used: http://www.rawvision.com/back/ossorio/ossorio.html
C. Simril: i think i can write some good images and i've heard trillions from you, but the rabbit mail is the best i've ever heard
BarneyR: This I gotta see...
Phil Austin: A lettuce and a frog shall lead them
C. Simril: no, arnie shall lead you all
Mudhead: its too quick tnite i'm juss gonna lurk awhile, folks i love you all
Phil Austin: thanks for links, Alo and Merl
Dr. Headphones: mud: feeling is mutual of course! get well quickly
BarneyR: Wow! I have to say the pic next to the "St Joseph the Worker" paragraph is mesmerizing
Phil Austin: mud: O
Bambi: get well mudhead :)
Phil Austin: mud: I'm slowing
BarneyR: (Good sign I'm calming down, gang: I actually censored myself from saying "captivating" on that last line)
C. Simril: blood O?
Mudhead: thx all gnite
BarneyR: Best of luck recuperating, Mud
Phil Austin: nite, mud
Merlyn: nite mud
C. Simril: i've asked numerous docs and i still dont know my blood type. perhaps it hasnt been typed?
alouitious_kwd: nite Mud
C. Simril: mud dissolves
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 12:35 AM.
BarneyR: only with the right detergent, C
Dr. Headphones: cat: go donate a pint, they will tell you i bet
Bambi: my blood has been typed ... right on the test tubes of a billion blood tests LOL
C. Simril: my blood is too contagious
Dr. Headphones: glaubner's disease?
BarneyR: O, really, C?
alouitious_kwd: i get anti-coagulants and use it in my ink jet printer...
Dr. Headphones: (what?)
BarneyR: Glaubner's disease? I'm all ears on that one, doc, 'xplain away
alouitious_kwd: at 2AM, it's amazing how inventive one gets (until supermarkets carry replacement cartridges)
Bambi: actually ... "rumatic" fever
Dr. Headphones: glaubner's is on one of the "dear friends" bits. very humorous
C. Simril: yeah, ear, eye, arm all seem to discover their brave new cancers
Phil Austin: I invented Glaubner's disease, but I forget the circumstances. I think that's one of its horrible effects.
C. Simril: at least i can still carry big camera
C. Simril: good for you, phil
Dr. Headphones: it might actually be the piece where my nom de chat originated: small animal administration
BarneyR: LOL, that's okay, you'll go down in history... or your story... or...
alouitious_kwd: and walk softly?
Bambi: good one too Phil
Phil Austin: cat: Not good, not good.
C. Simril: yeah, we'll talk later
BarneyR: You mean carry a big schtick, alou?
C. Simril: hey bambi. what happened last week?
BarneyR: Oh, now I C. Simril's comment
alouitious_kwd: I don't have one anymore: Rhode Island requires a permit and police check, Barney
C. Simril: i so look forward to a few miniutes with fireign, and they wren there
Phil Austin: The small animal administration is underneath the two Dept. Of Redundancy Buildings. A series of tunnels with excellent drainage
Bambi: we were traveling and camping up to Michigan
BarneyR: I guess I should ask the experts... Did "Dear Friends" come out as a series of 45s, or did I mis-read?
Bambi: now we will be traveling this week and camping on our way home again
Dr. Headphones: phil: is that where those chinchillas came from also?
C. Simril: ive always been a fan of small animals but now we have a dog so large we have to change houses, cars
Dr. Headphones: barney: dear friends was both a radio show and a double lp album
alouitious_kwd: can you extend the tunnels here? we need a little drainage right now. i'm starting to rust
Phil Austin: Bambi: where did you camp? Where will you camp?
BarneyR: They must be getting a bit more efficient nowadays, Phil, if I read correctly, with only half the dept(h) to the dept
BarneyR: Ah, okay
alouitious_kwd: my impression is that the Midwest doesn't get "camp" very well
Phil Austin: The drainage is filled with Chinchillas. They are lonely, but numerous
Bambi: we camped in Daniel Boon National Forest and New River Gorge National Park
BarneyR: I'll probably catch it on CD, then (someday)
Bambi: in KY and WV
BarneyR: That kinda runs a chil' down my spine...
Bambi: chinchillas ... I was feeding raisins to real chinchills here in Michigan this week :)
Phil Austin: Bamb: I've heard of both places isn't d. Boone a newish park?
alouitious_kwd: Cat: are you keeping up with these abbreviations?
alouitious_kwd: they just took his road away in KY, though
Phil Austin: you can abbreviate a chinchilla, but then you've got two chinchillas
alouitious_kwd: they can breed like that, without mating, Phil
Bambi: This is the National Forest my mistake ... both are national forests
BarneyR: And pretty soon you have more chin's than a Chinese phone book (okay, everybody groan now... ;) )
alouitious_kwd: not that they ever do it much
Bambi: they have been around for awhile
C. Simril: phil, i was just talking to fumiyo and she wants to go hiking with you folks and dogs
C. Simril: i can barely imagine leaving this room
Bambi: we try to camp in the national forests when we travel
alouitious_kwd: turn loose the hounds!
BarneyR: If they're as beautiful as the National Park we have here, Bambi, there's no need to explain
C. Simril: there may be a border problem though
Bambi: the one in the Daniel Boon National Forest was rated as the #3 National Forest Campground in the US.
Phil Austin: National forests are good for dogs. At least they can be there, although on leashes. Nat'l parks they're only allowed in your car, I think
alouitious_kwd: you need to fix the entrance over that moat, Barney
BarneyR: LOL, when in season, Alou
Merlyn: dogs flew spaceships, though
BarneyR: The Cape Breton Highlands National Park is worth risking the Canso Causeway
BarneyR: Spot nicked a Sputnik?
Dr. Headphones: and our forefathers took drugs. i've heard THOSE lies before....
alouitious_kwd: scared the friggin' wits outta me, Barney; 9PM at night and the car in front of me was disappearing, rocks flying all over the road, waves breaking OVER the car...
Bambi: yeah, there are definitely major differences between the forests and the parks
Phil Austin: Ah , August. Me and the Big Blonde are heading back north next week. I 'll miss the chat, but probably back in a couple weeks. Night all, I'm off to work on the blogs ...
BarneyR: Yikes! Alou, were you on the Canso Causeway in November of 2001???
||||||||| At 12:45 AM, Phil Austin vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dr. Headphones: take it easy, phil
Merlyn: nite phil
Bambi: night Phil!
C. Simril: by phil
Bambi: great to see you
alouitious_kwd: no, 1982, Barney
BarneyR: Nite Phil, wherever you are
BarneyR: 1982... okay, I was about 7 then, I wouldn't recall
C. Simril: how wondrous that he'd stop by
Dr. Headphones: 1892? helluva a storm that year.....
alouitious_kwd: blew down all the power pylons in NB, blew my Tercel off the road
BarneyR: Funny thing, C., I'd just mentioned that someone would probably pop in at midnight... but I was expecting Bergman!
C. Simril: i thought last weeks' show i read on the log was his only show up here
BarneyR: AH! Alou, you mean the same winter storm that knocked out power in my hometown for three weeks, I betcha!
C. Simril: barny, are you someone who knows about this shit?
alouitious_kwd: yeah, early, Nov.
BarneyR: Let me tell you how I deduced...
BarneyR: About three months ago (when I was burning the midnight oil and beyond trying to crack the online game in as little time as possible)
C. Simril: where are you now, frambi? on vacartion?
BarneyR: I stumble onto the Firesign chat by accident, searching for Danger-ous clues on the Internet
BarneyR: Who happens to be online but Merlyn (who wrote the game)
Bambi: Cat: yes, we are on vacation after our working vacation in the UP of Michigan
alouitious_kwd: I was trapped in Moncton for half a day while they shoveled the road out, drove on into NB w/o breakfast and all the power was off
Merlyn: what cat, did you talk to bergman?
C. Simril: near kend? cool
BarneyR: And he mentions to me, at about 1 AM my time (midnight in NY), "Just walked in to see if Bergman was going to make it"
BarneyR: And so, the second time _ever_ I'm on the Firesign chat with someone else logged simultaneously...
BarneyR: I remember the first time, and just blurt out loud when I see Catherwood fall asleep...
C. Simril: a few weeks ago on this chat, merl. werent you there too?
C. Simril: first time ever on the chatr
Merlyn: oh, I thought you meant tonight
BarneyR: And, coincidentially, voila! Ostenibly, it was Austin! (What does "ostenibly" mean?)
C. Simril: you remember when we walked in the door at the seattle hotel
Merlyn: I went to get some dr pepper
C. Simril: and i had bit's pic on my shirt
Dr. Headphones: it's really austin-sensibly
alouitious_kwd: the best way, to do things, Ken
C. Simril: you dont need any more pep, merl. just sometthing better to do with it
BarneyR: Now that Phil's gone, I _could_ return to my young-boy-tries-to-look-Firesign-smart mode
Bambi: it was great to make it in here while we are on vacation and actually get to chat with Phil
alouitious_kwd: yea, pep pills!
BarneyR: But I figure it's probably more productive for me to go to bed...
C. Simril: no shit, frambi
BarneyR: Pep pills? Try Renshen!
BarneyR: Renshenfenwangyuang... it's ginseng and royal jelly in a base of honey
BarneyR: Take it with food so that you don't get a "sugar rush"...
alouitious_kwd: speaking of bed, while the time here is not Atlantic, most of the Atlantic seems to be descending on us and my log-sawing draws close. Good night...
C. Simril: sounds korean.
C. Simril: please dont nuke me
Dr. Headphones: hell, if i could pronounce that word, i'd be healed!
BarneyR: I wasn't expecting them to work this good... after my sickness, see, I'll take anything healthy I can find
Merlyn: nite kwd
BarneyR: Good night to you, Alou...
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, klok
alouitious_kwd: we turned off the treaty, Cat -- we can do it now! ;-)
Bambi: night klok
alouitious_kwd: nite all
BarneyR: Actually, I believe Renshen is Chinese
BarneyR: "Renshen" is the nickname for it
||||||||| alouitious_kwd is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:52 AM.
BarneyR: I guess I should call it a night (though it prefers to be called "Anita")
C. Simril: you;ve got The Prague
C. Simril: buy then
Dr. Headphones: defenestrated? i've only seen that word two other times. once in a novel, then in the dictionary. "killed by jumping out a window"
BarneyR: I'm just glad I got to say to one of the Firegang how much I prefer the new stuff (Which I do!)
Bambi: night barney :)
C. Simril: good fjiord you
BarneyR: Night all, pleasure talking with all of you, thanks for enduring my smart-alec plays on words
Dr. Headphones: come back again, barney, it was a gas :)
Bambi: you too Barney
BarneyR: Now, water or not they'll record more, that's anyone's gas...
C. Simril: by b arn. keep em haying
Bambi: LOL :)
BarneyR: If you mean it, I'll try to be back sometime this month :)
Dr. Headphones: we enjoy having "strange" people
Dr. Headphones: and that's a compliment
BarneyR: Out of curiosity, before I go, have they given out all the autographed prizes for the online game yet?
Merlyn: No, about 6 left
BarneyR: So the Dr. loves Strange, I see :) (LOL)
Dr. Headphones: no comment....
BarneyR: How long has the game been online?
Merlyn: Actually, 5 autographed pictures left
BarneyR: I have to admit, even if Phil hadn't shown up, I was still having tons o' fun here, and still am :)
Bambi: me too Barney :)
Bambi: always do
BarneyR: Great to hear that, B :)
BarneyR: (whoops, the B isn't part of the smilie) :)
Dr. Headphones: bambi smiles across the miles
Bambi: yeah ... good one Ken
BarneyR: So Nyt'ol, I'll help me to catch some z's...
Bambi: go for it Barney :)
Dr. Headphones: hasta la vista, barney
BarneyR: And so I terminate... :)
||||||||| 12:59 AM -- BarneyR left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn: I can self-terminate, unlike arnold S.
Dr. Headphones: merl: i am enjoying the new "exit" lines
Bambi: hmmmm, different font on the exit
Merlyn: I added about 4
Bambi: yes and they are different and interesting :)
Merlyn: Yeah, it's typed
Merlyn: I stole that one from a room enter/exit line
Dr. Headphones: i will have to read the online log to find out "what's my line", won't i?
Merlyn: for example...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Auditorium.
||||||||| Merlyn walks in and says "It's 1:01 AM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Aviary.
||||||||| Merlyn climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:01 AM
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks away to The Chapel...
||||||||| Merlyn has arrived at the appointed hour of 1:01 AM.
Dr. Headphones: do they rotate or strictly random?
Merlyn: yes dr.
Merlyn: just random
Merlyn: no state information
Bambi: cool Merlyn
C. Simril: i was gone . am i not now?
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks away to The Kennels...
Dr. Headphones: if you need state information, michigan here
Bambi: I love that ungodly hour of ...
||||||||| 1:02 AM -- Merlyn enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn: you're here, cat
Bambi: looks good :)
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 1:03 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: but nobody uses the other rooms, so you don't see the room enter/exit msgs
Dr. Headphones: bambi: early 70s, national lampoon magazine had world map in it, i remember "godforsaken, greenland" as one of the funniest towns
Cease: i com, i goh
Merlyn: why the switch, cat? Problems?
Bambi: yeah ... funny stuff, huh Ken?
Merlyn: I've always liked "Isle of Lucy"
Bambi: well, I hate to do it but need to get some sleep ... long day tomorrow
Cease: howz it goin, frambi?
Dr. Headphones: i will *eventually* attempt digitizing the natlamp radio shows i have on tape
Cease: ok, by then
Dr. Headphones: continue having a good trip, bambi
Bambi: have a great week ... see you next week ... we hope to be back home by then
Cease: i guess so, merl
Bambi: then ah,clem and I will be on our own computers :)
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off C. Simril at 1:05 AM
Bambi: going well cat :)
Cease: hey merl, we should talk about Premiere
Merlyn: Good Night<>
Cease: glad to hear that, frambi
Bambi: have a great one!
Dr. Headphones: it's after 1am here, so i think will be going also. goodnite to all
||||||||| At 1:05 AM, Dr. Headphones runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bambi: night ken :)
||||||||| Bambi rushes off, saying "1:05 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Cease: by head
Cease: ok, off we go then
Merlyn: what did you need to talk about premiere?
Cease: we'll talk about premier later, eh?
Merlyn: ok, nite
Cease: you have it, i have used it and may get it again for compostiting
||||||||| 1:06 AM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 1:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cease - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:31 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."