A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for September 18, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 18, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Yes, you're getting early again, catherwood...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:09 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Billville."
llanwydd: is your iron lung working again?
Merlyn: I never iron my lung
llanwydd: apparently we can both "send"
Merlyn: last week's problem was due to ifip's ISP
llanwydd: that makes you, me and Catherwood so far
llanwydd: ifip? I C
Merlyn: ifip is the actual machine firesigntheatre.com is hosted on; they get their bandwidth through another ISP
llanwydd: sounds complicated but I wouldn't know
Merlyn: the upshot is, we couldn't do anything to fix the problem last week, we could only wait until it was fixed.
llanwydd: do you know if FST mind if fans trade on this board? I should ask first.
Merlyn: hmm, I think it kind of depends on the specifics
llanwydd: I should have guessed
||||||||| Bubba's Brain enters at 9:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
llanwydd: Howdy Bub
Bubba's Brain: Ahhh, it works this week.
llanwydd: ifip is up and running apparently
Bubba's Brain: Glad to hear it.
Bubba's Brain: So, the upstream ISP was down???? or just low on bandwidth?
llanwydd: merlyn knows more than we do
Merlyn: yeah, it was the upstream machine that we have no control over
Bubba's Brain: Lord love the internet....
llanwydd: BB, are you related to Donovan's Brain?
Merlyn: or the monkee's "Head"?
Bubba's Brain: Nope.....
||||||||| "9:24 PM? 9:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Johann Sebastian should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Johann Sebastian enters and sits on the couch.
Johann Sebastian: did someone say "head?
Bubba's Brain: A good friend gave me "Head" for my birthday once.
Bubba's Brain: ... love that movie.
Johann Sebastian: hey, so what was the matter last week?
Johann Sebastian: did 9-11 chatters overload the system?
llanwydd: I wonder only me and Yammie could post last week
llanwydd: maybe we weren't upstream
Merlyn: the machine's feed was virtually down
Bubba's Brain: The veelings virtual...
||||||||| Outside, the 9:28 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Reebus Caneebus coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Reebus Caneebus: Hi all!
Bubba's Brain: How's things in the hole?
llanwydd: evenin RC
Johann Sebastian: i tried for a long time, finally gave up
llanwydd: did you put out the sun yet?
Reebus Caneebus: It's a party BB!
Bubba's Brain: holey, holey, holey.....
llanwydd: my microwave went on the fritz today after 10 years and I'm in mourning
Bubba's Brain: You have a microwave named Fritz?
Johann Sebastian: i thought it was evening. these time zones are so confusing!
Reebus Caneebus: Mourning becomes Electra!
llanwydd: how am I going to make coffee anymore
Bubba's Brain: 10 in the mourning?
Reebus Caneebus: Boil it up in your hat!
||||||||| 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 Tweeny disembarks at 9:31 PM.
llanwydd: it's Electric
Tweeny: Good evening...
Bubba's Brain: An electric hat?
Reebus Caneebus: A blow up government man in an over blown govermnet job!
Johann Sebastian: a blow up man in an overgrown govt job?
Tweeny: And welcome to side two.
llanwydd: who are you callin a dummy!
Reebus Caneebus: Follow in your book and repeat after me as we learn our next three words in Turkish, towel, bath border ...
Johann Sebastian: mortimer slurred
Tweeny: It's a government job, tho. And they're hard to...
Johann Sebastian: did someone say kurdistan?
Tweeny: Computer's acting up. Back later...
Bubba's Brain: Kurdi Stan N' Ollie.
Johann Sebastian: does it get an oscar, or a meyer?
Reebus Caneebus: Shouldn't that be father further?
Bubba's Brain: Kubla Kahn N' Collie
Reebus Caneebus: Think I'll take a seat under this oil palm ...
llanwydd: anybody get caught in the hurricane?
llanwydd: I'm pretty far north myself
Johann Sebastian: they tend to avoid north van
Merlyn: just a bit stormy here in mpls/st paul area
Bubba's Brain: forcast here in Indy is clear and dark this evening
Reebus Caneebus: It's pretty dry out in this stinkin' desert ...
Johann Sebastian: vernon welles just hit Another home run. must be isabelle's wrath on the tigers
Merlyn: are some new people here, or just new names, or what?
Reebus Caneebus: Same old same ole Merl ...
llanwydd: I only recognize me and you, Merl. And sometimes...
Bubba's Brain: I'll be back later... I've got to go proclaim a stately pleasure dome.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tweeny - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:40 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bubba's Brain by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
llanwydd: you mean decree
Merlyn: ok, a stately pleasure decree
||||||||| Catherwood leads Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: hey E
Johann Sebastian: i'm the oldest of the same people. hi el
Elayne: Hello folks!
Reebus Caneebus: E!
llanwydd: they're droppin like files
llanwydd: or flies
llanwydd: hi el
Elayne: It's 'cause they knew I'd be comin' in...
Johann Sebastian: as my life is spent putting things in boxes these days, i thought i'd appear as jb
Elayne has dropped lots of files in her time.
Elayne: "Only" worked a 10-hour day today, surprised I didn't drop more files.
Johann Sebastian: but they always bounce
Reebus Caneebus: No rest for the wicked E!
llanwydd: no whist for the rekkid
Johann Sebastian: she;s not wiccan
Reebus Caneebus: Ah Canadian ...
Johann Sebastian: Ach! An Adian
llanwydd: oui
Reebus Caneebus: A Hoser eh?
Merlyn: I hear canada's dry
Johann Sebastian: Ah? Oh sir? Eh?
Johann Sebastian: was. aint now
Elayne: Wiccan? Which is witch?, I can't keep track...
Johann Sebastian: fires all out
llanwydd: that was before proinhibition
Johann Sebastian: except the ones in your eyes, officer
Reebus Caneebus: Want to come back to my place bouncy bouncy ...
Johann Sebastian: eddie, are you kidding?
Reebus Caneebus: No I am not kidding ...
Reebus Caneebus: I'm coming over shorty, because I am a portly ...
llanwydd: I had that record long long ago
Reebus Caneebus: Billy the Mountain?
llanwydd: hada yada yada
Johann Sebastian: great one
Johann Sebastian: i was in audience
Reebus Caneebus: At Ucla?
Johann Sebastian: yep
Reebus Caneebus: I saw 6 of Zappa bands over the years ...
Merlyn: do people know about the firesign thingy at UCLA on april 1, 2004?
Johann Sebastian: didnt you mention it on alt.ft, merl?
llanwydd: you foolin me?
Johann Sebastian: other people doing their plays, right?
Reebus Caneebus: Ah Nope ah Clem ...
Merlyn: yeah, it's kinda weird, though. Other performers doing Firesign bits, or something
Merlyn: There's info at http://uclalive.org/Event.asp?Event_ID=67
llanwydd: I'd love to do something like that
Reebus Caneebus: I always wanted to open a theatre in NYC doing nothing but FT plays about 3 a year.
llanwydd: rather specialized
llanwydd: I'm in a theatre that does three Shakespeare plays a year
Reebus Caneebus: So are Shakespear theatres
Johann Sebastian: reebus, in a few more decades, that may indeed be done
Johann Sebastian: but it wouldnt work with them still alive
Elayne: 4/1/04 is a long ways away...
Johann Sebastian: i enjoyed the 9-11 comic, el, but it was only one the library had, not the ones robin was in
Johann Sebastian: loved the image from him you put on your blog
Elayne: Oh, I didn't realize it was you, Cat. :) Sorry the library didn't have the DC and Marvel ones.
Johann Sebastian: yeah my life is in boxes these days, el, so i was just name riffing on that
Elayne: Yes, the picture on the blog was the one he did especially for the touring exhibit.
||||||||| doctec enters at 10:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: Ah, gotcha...
Johann Sebastian: i'm reading brief lives and enjoying it immensely.
Elayne: Hi Tom!
Johann Sebastian: hey doc
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn waves
Reebus Caneebus: He's so old it's stupid ...
Elayne: I'm slogging through Neil's latest Sandman volume...
Johann Sebastian: slogging?
Elayne: It's rough going. Some of the writing and art is impenetrable.
doctec: evenin' all
Johann Sebastian: not good
Elayne: I expect a lot better from Neil. Not all the pieces are stories, some are just like meandering reflections that just don't work well.
Johann Sebastian: it's Pool Man
Johann Sebastian: like his blog, then?
Johann Sebastian: maybe it's generated from that
Reebus Caneebus: Hey Doc ...
doctec: i was gonna shoot in a pool tournament this evening but (a) i wanted to pay lili a visit at the hospital - she got some much-needed surgery done on her innards today - and (b) the tournament was cancelled anyway - no one showed up, i think probably because of the hurricane remnants we're due to get this evening
Johann Sebastian: all our best to lili, doc
doctec: also, frankly, i'm exhausted and will be turning in early this evening. thanks johann
Elayne: No, Cat, actually his blog works quite well, as it's not meant to be stories.
Johann Sebastian: from Fumiyo and me and all your friends in North Van
Elayne: Zoicks, Tom, please give her our best.
Johann Sebastian: i've only visited it occasionally, el. it seems to be about his gigs
Merlyn: I think hurricane remnants are cheaper
doctec: thanks - bach atcha
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dr. Headphones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Elayne: Oh no, it's got all sorts of fun things, Cat. I think you'd like a lot of the links he finds.
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
doctec: hey dr. h
Elayne: Hi Dr. H!
doctec: i just got here myself
Reebus Caneebus: Doc H Hi?
doctec: i forwarded your good wishes to lili - she had her surgery today, seemed to come through it with no problems
Johann Sebastian: i dont spend as mucy time linking as i should, el, but in the middle of moving, et al, it's hard to concentrate on anything
Dr. Headphones: reebus: no
Dr. Headphones: good news, doc, thanks for info
Reebus Caneebus: Bummer .
Johann Sebastian: wonderful news, doc
Dr. Headphones: i'm high on life (and some broiled salmon i just finished off)
doctec: i'm working from home tomorrow since she'll need a ride home, no idea when she'll be discharged and my place is much closer to the hospital than the office
Reebus Caneebus: What abouot a clean windshield, a shoe shine and powerful gasoline ...
Johann Sebastian: "Life:" brand marijuana, it's the Real one
Johann Sebastian: that works out well, doc
doctec: wanna take ya higher (HIGHER!)
Dr. Headphones: i trust my car to the man who wears the star--the big, red, chinese star!
Johann Sebastian: papa oo mao mao
Dr. Headphones: and don't forget the lovely and talented lady mao
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tweeny close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dr. Headphones: hey tweeny
Johann Sebastian: whatch out, sylvester!
Tweeny: Sufferin succotasph...
Johann Sebastian: slyd it to me!
Dr. Headphones: i see catherwood has really been hitting the speed this week
doctec: speaking of commie martyrs, lili just got me one of these: http://lunchboxes.com/bolversnac.html
Dr. Headphones: neat-o, doc!
Tweeny: Hammer that cycle!
doctec: 'twixt and 'tweeny
doctec: click the lunchbox image for a larger view
Reebus Caneebus: Ah thoses Moscow memories ...
Johann Sebastian: week speed? horrors
doctec: they haunt me still...
Dr. Headphones: is anyone besides me worried about poor richard grasso starving now that he lost his $140M/hr job?
Dr. Headphones: er, yr, not hr
Tweeny: Betwixt... Wasn't that Elizabeth Montgomery?
Reebus Caneebus: Now the government wants me please to sign my name to papers just to syphon off a little of my cash ....
Johann Sebastian: to Bea, or not
Tweeny: If we knew half of what's going on on Wall Street...
doctec: (lessee if i can recall) now the government has asked me please to sign my name to papers just to siphon off a little of my cash
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:11 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Hi Dex!
Dr. Headphones: hey dex, you made it!
Dexter Fong: Gimme change for that quarter
Reebus Caneebus: Theres an echo in here ...
Elayne: Well, I'm listening to a few Commie Martyrs right now. A&E is broadcasting a recent concert that McCartney did in Red Square. Pretty cool.
Tweeny: Echo?
Reebus Caneebus: Dexter ...
doctec: to fight a war support a whore or close a park or build an ark in space - or buy the president some hash
Tweeny: In here?
Tweeny: Papoon 2004
Dexter Fong: Evening Doc stick; Kend^, E!, Herr Bach, Reebus, Tweeny
Reebus Caneebus: And I can't do it, I just ccan't do it ....
Johann Sebastian: i got some afghani right here
doctec: reeb: you got the first verse up as i was typing, did not look up when i hit return
Dr. Headphones: e: i am awaiting "wide angle" on pbs, "the dammed of india". about how sacred sites are being sacrificed in the name of electricity
Johann Sebastian: made it out of real afghans
doctec: (btw cat i like your new monicker)
Tweeny: Coffee break.. back in a minute..
||||||||| At 10:12 PM, Tweeny runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, which was/is cat?
||||||||| HotBar Yämamøto enters at 10:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Reebus Caneebus: ooops it's that time again. Mr. Birdseed go to press ...
Dexter Fong: DT: What *is* Cat's new monica
Dexter Fong: OI Yam
Johann Sebastian: was? is? that;'s metaphysically absurd, man
Dr. Headphones: bye, ernie ;)
doctec: dr h - re the damned of india - guess there's a downside to progress even in india, yes?
Dr. Headphones: hi, mr. yam
Reebus Caneebus: Peace Y'all!
HotBar Yämamøto: oi
||||||||| Reebus Caneebus leaves to catch the 10:13 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'klokwkdog-redux', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dr. Headphones: doc: it's the dammed (2-m's)
Dexter Fong: KDog!
doctec: so dex - can ya feel the power? are ya surging through the ether?
Dr. Headphones: hi klok
Elayne: I think I'm quitting too. Too many long hours. Should be better next week...
Johann Sebastian: i'm spending every moment of life putting things in boxes or thinking about putting things in boxes, so, j.s bach? no comprehende? ok, i'll change it bach!
||||||||| "10:14 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Dr. Headphones: later, e
klokwkdog-redux: howdy; nite E
Dexter Fong: Be well, Elayne =)
doctec: frankly my dear - i'm going to build a dam!
Johann Sebastian: by el. keep welles
HotBar Yämamøto: nite e
doctec: she never comes up into the hills....
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:14 PM, dragging Bubba's Brain by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dr. Headphones: ah, cat, gotcha now
Johann Sebastian: hi yammie
Dexter Fong: Frankie, my dear, got any beavers
klokwkdog-redux: hey Bub
Dexter Fong: Hiya Bub
Dr. Headphones: hi bub
HotBar Yämamøto: I got a beaver infestration
doctec: good evening Bubba's Brain ... welcom to The Chat
Bubba's Brain: Hey, all ...
Johann Sebastian: klok
Dr. Headphones: have all you geeks seen this? http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/chronicle/archive/2003/09/17/BUG5R1ODML1.DTL&type=tech
Dexter Fong: Its long...it's red.....and it's confusing
doctec: dr. h: yeah the blurb was on cnet's news site today (http://news.com.com)
Dr. Headphones: dex: i've had women say that about some of my body parts ;)
llanwydd: save us time and tell us about it
Johann Sebastian: lol, kend
Dexter Fong: Ken: I dare say
doctec: it's a good idea but may be too little too late
Dr. Headphones: ok, llan, do not to be torturing me!
Bubba's Brain: My busines has one employee.... does that mean.........
Dexter Fong: Hey Il
Dr. Headphones: sun systems is going to a per-person price instead of basing income on other factors
doctec: those guys at sun seem to vacillate between the elitist and populist extremes
Dr. Headphones: dex: of course, when they said that, they were drunk and eyes were closed
llanwydd: sun systems? Nothing to do with my system I'm sure
doctec: they are more comfortable being elitists, which in the old days before linux they could get away with
Dexter Fong: Ken: Had them well prepped did you?
klokwkdog-redux: hey, JS
doctec: but they also hate microsoft so much and the only way they can hope to cut into the M$ juggernaut is with populist moves like today's announcement
Dr. Headphones: yep, an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of poontang
Johann Sebastian: come sit on the face of a refined man
Bubba's Brain: orange flavored poonTang?
Dexter Fong: Never bought a pound of poontang, only bought lids
Dr. Headphones: refined? i'm still crude
klokwkdog-redux: they are down in the noise compared to MS systems; also, MS sells s/w while Sun can slide the cost around between h/w and s/w
||||||||| "10:20 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
doctec: read an article today about sun and their announcemnt that mentioned there are a number of employees working for sun that resent people thinking it's a hardware company
llanwydd: brb
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:28 PM, dragging Hi-Ho Yämamøto! by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 10:29 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hi-Ho Yämamøto! - dead from measles
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from jaundice
||||||||| klokwkdog-redux - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| HotBar Yämamøto - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from The Plague
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Johann Sebastian - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:33 PM, dragging llanwydd by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| doctec - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Dr. Headphones - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy in through the front door at 10:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 10:53 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| Dr. Headphones waltzes in at 10:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr. Headphones - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn in through the front door at 11:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: Back to this again? It's the hurricane, or the congaroo
||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwkdog-bis-and-ter into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:05 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dr. Headphones inside, makes a note of the time (11:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dr. Headphones: are we not men?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: aaaaaaaagh!
Merlyn: it's great to be alive, in 1995
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dave into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:06 PM, then departs.
Dr. Headphones: your calendar is wrong: try 1984
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: hey dave
Dr. Headphones: that's MISTER dave to you, punk!
Dave: hey dear friends, there's no drunken drivers up here
Dr. Headphones: they are all walking now, dave?
Dr. Headphones: how did i die twice from the yaws?
Merlyn: maybe they just coast along in hurricane winds now
Dr. Headphones: oh yeah, who in our merry band is in that area besides rotonoto?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: test
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Charles Throat', just granted probation at 11:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dr. Headphones: testicles
Merlyn: and I didn't study for the test
Dave: is this thing on?
Charles Throat: Evening all
Dr. Headphones: hi charlie
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: howdy
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: chas
Merlyn: it's been having problems the last 2 weeks, dave
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: it's actually a nice evening, right now. a tad chilly. but we were not on the short list for a hurricane this week
Dr. Headphones: merl: time for a chip transplant on the server? i have some nice onion and sour cream chips here
Merlyn: do you think Candyland has Candycanes instead of hurricanes?
Dr. Headphones: klok: i didn't think it was supposed to get to you, but you just never know with those things
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: bull, ken. we take some unused gear, douse it in kerosene and set it afire right near the main server
Merlyn: last week it wasn't the firesign server, it was their upstream feed
Dr. Headphones: praise be to molotov!
Dr. Headphones: someone peed right in the stream?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: if that don't work, we pull out a few bits from the box itself and fry them
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: if the server don't got a clue then, it must be sacrificed to the computer god
Dr. Headphones: shoot it with a tazer
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:12 PM and late as usual, it's My Bubbas Back, just back from Billville."
Dr. Headphones: dearest bubba, glad you're back ;)
My Bubbas Back: What was that?
||||||||| YoMaMa Yamamoto sneaks in around 11:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter seems to have been subtly influenced by the local Mafia's techniques
Dave: hey la hey la
My Bubbas Back: Some Cello please, Yo Ma Ma
Charles Throat: your boyfriend's back?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Bah
Dr. Headphones: cello jiggles so nicely
My Bubbas Back: There's always room for Cello....
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Couldn't get in there for a min
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: you're in trouble now!
YoMaMa Yamamoto: C-E-L-L-O
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: humbug
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:14 PM, dragging doctec by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Charles Throat: J-E-S?
doctec: hey we're back
Dr. Headphones: news on: hurricane victim says "with god's help, we will all get through this". isnt he the one who sent it to them?
Charles Throat: more god rays needed
doctec: i got impatient waiting, went off to read email and muck about with my modular moog emulation pgm
Dr. Headphones: oh wow, sat photo shows part of the cloud bands are over me right now. BIG storm
Charles Throat: doctec I have a memorymoog :)
doctec: man i tell ya they did one hell of a job on that piece of software
My Bubbas Back: If I didn't know better I'd think it was an IRC split....
Merlyn: another comm link problem...
doctec: yeah bubba i know what you mean
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I couldn't get in for half an hour
Charles Throat: what's it called doc, where do you get it
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I thot my phirewall was jüted
Dr. Headphones: yes, yam, the chat gods are angry tonight. we should sacrifice a virgin or a c-64
doctec: charles: i gigged with a memorymoog back in the mid-80s, i sold it after i got into midi and couldn't deal with the horrid midi implementation back then
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: oh gee. no storm here, but some idiot went out to "watch the big waves" -- 66 yr-old man got too close and got sucked in: our first "hurricane" victim
doctec: read all about it on http://www.arturia.com
YoMaMa Yamamoto: You can have the C-64; I'll take the virgin, thanx
Charles Throat: very true, I don't even try to midi it
doctec: it's called the Modular Moog V
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Bummer
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Does it come w/Virtual Wendty(Walter) Carlos?
doctec: ('V' as in virtual)
Dr. Headphones: klok: survival of the fittest. too bad he's too old to procreate
Charles Throat: Yes but it's missing some plugins
Charles Throat: ar ar ar ar
YoMaMa Yamamoto: So was wendy
doctec: yammy: well, tomita did in fact contribute some sounds to the factory patches
YoMaMa Yamamoto: cool!
Dr. Headphones: i have tomita's "the planets" (holst) and like it
doctec: but not wendy - don't know why
doctec: maybe she's too busy
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Well, I can live w/o THAT
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Mudhead', just granted probation at 11:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dr. Headphones: hi mud
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I'm an Elitist pig, remember
YoMaMa Yamamoto: oi Mud
Dr. Headphones: oink, oink
Mudhead: Damm Flotsam, er Flathead
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Pigs aint kosher sarge
Mudhead: Doc, gday
doctec: while it *is* an emulation, and there are a couple of modules not in the current version, the thing *does* sound like the real thing *and* is polyphonic *and* you can save all your custom patches
My Bubbas Back: Love them elitist pork chops.....
doctec: hi m.h.
Dr. Headphones: there are no jews in a bbq joint (or is that--no atheists in foxholes?)
Mudhead: Howdy YoMaMa
Charles Throat: very cool doc, have to look into that
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Lotsa Jews in Chinese Restaurants
Mudhead: Doctec, gday
YoMaMa Yamamoto: There's a place in Woodbridge called "Glatt Wok"
Mudhead: mmm, with Kosher apple sauce
My Bubbas Back: Ve have orange jews and apple jews, but no chinese jews....
Charles Throat: have to run folks, just wanted to drop in and say hi - hi
Charles Throat: and bye
doctec: yeah charles if you want that fat moog sound and the ability to custom-wire the modules without the unstable tuning and line noise and ground loop hum, it's the nazz!
Merlyn: bye throat
Dr. Headphones: ok, ct, come back when you can't stay so long ;)
doctec: nite mr. throat
Mudhead: You hav ze purple jews?
Charles Throat: yeah or fire up the reactor and turn on the Memorymoog ;)
Charles Throat: ltr
doctec: (i'm also a big fan of Reason)
My Bubbas Back: King of the juice...
Merlyn: too dull! Let's have some COLOR!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong in through the front door at 11:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dr. Headphones: looks like BOLD color too
doctec: (it's definitely become my primary music studio system)
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter is partial to reason, too, considering the alternative
YoMaMa Yamamoto: SychoDelik
doctec: ah dex - the iron lung is working again!
Dexter Fong: Oy
Dr. Headphones: who wrote "the age of reason"? rousseau or thomas paine?
doctec: Vey!
Merlyn: paine
Dexter Fong: Rousseau
Mudhead: Hey no iron lung jokes
doctec: red greenback and the blue boys
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Rousseau was a piane, I hear
Merlyn: it's online here: http://www.infidels.org/library/historical/thomas_paine/age_of_reason/part1.html
Dexter Fong: Blue Humpback and the Whalers
doctec: window paine?
Merlyn: part 2 http://www.infidels.org/library/historical/thomas_paine/age_of_reason/part2.html
Dr. Headphones: ah, infidels.org. i have it bookmarked more than once :)
doctec: oooh trails
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Watch for those brown paines
Dexter Fong: Don't take the Purle windowpaine
Dr. Headphones: dex: i thought that was bob marley and the whalers
doctec: happy trails to you...
Dexter Fong: Doc: Marley and the Scrooges
Dr. Headphones: and i mounted trigger. oh yes i did, and it was good :)
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Well bob's gone now, but lives on in sterreo hye fye
Dexter Fong: Curley, Larry, and Wiggy
doctec: Iggy and the Scrooges
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: rasta chef!
Dr. Headphones: i saw iggy pop on tv other night. damn, but he looks OLD!
doctec: bob's your uncle?
Dexter Fong: Doc: No 9-Ball action tonight?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: He IS old
Dr. Headphones: yam: 50s or more?
doctec: dr h.: well he pushed himself through the self-medicated mill, much like keith richards
YoMaMa Yamamoto: At least
YoMaMa Yamamoto: 50 + like 30 more drug yrs
Dr. Headphones: i can honestly say that apart from the gray, i look like i did at 25. i have aged well
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 11:27 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dr. Headphones: hey bun
Bunnyboy: well, FINALLY!
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Y but at 25 you looked 60....
Bunnyboy: hiya
Dexter Fong: Ken: Doesn't say much for your youth =))
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: but everyone thinks you're a gray?
Dexter Fong: Heya BB
Dr. Headphones: ha, dex!
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Bunny
doctec: dex: after visiting lili in the hostpial (much needed, long planned for surgery on her feminine innards today), i called the pool hall on the way home to find out if i was too late to get in the tourney - the club owner said no one showed up - i think the threat of impending inclement weather kept everyone home tonight
Dr. Headphones: gray. dorian gray.
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I'm mearly all grey
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: oh, i thought like space aliens
doctec: lili cam through the surgery just fine btw
YoMaMa Yamamoto: u can't tell since I have such short hair
Dr. Headphones: oh no, klok, i'm a reptilian through and through ;)
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: i was just going to ask
Dexter Fong: Doc: Sorry to hear about Lili. Fervent hoping all goes well and easily
My Bubbas Back: Picture in my closet stays young, while I get old.....
Bunnyboy: doc: That's great. A nod from Bb to Lili.
YoMaMa Yamamoto: She'll be up 'n' at em sooner than you think
doctec: and since the procedure was less invasive than the usual hysterectomy procedure they do in her situation, she'll be up and about in ten days instead of the two months that hysterectomies require
Dexter Fong: Yam: How do you know what I think?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: picture in my closet and me getting older: not fair!
Mudhead: Can someone please tell me about Lilli?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I'm Psychotic, Ken
Dr. Headphones: psychic network here, at your cervix
Bunnyboy: did anybody else have trouble entering the chat tonite and last Thurs.?
doctec: thanks bb & all, i'll let her know when i pick her up & take her home tomorrow
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Y
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Charles Throat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: bun: all of us
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: beautiful companion of the Doctor, Mud
Dexter Fong: Bun: Last thur was totally screwed
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Yeah
Dr. Headphones: doctor mud? i thought he was in prison in the dry tortugas....
Mudhead: She ok?
doctec: bb: couldn't get in at all last thurs, tonight all was well for a while and then the network traffic clogged the ifip co-lo again tonight but just for a little while
Bunnyboy: A MIGHTY WIND, on DVD next Tues.
Dr. Headphones: bun: a mighty wind, now showing in virginia
Dexter Fong: Bun: A MW playing live in NYC at town Hall
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Too many cheap tacos
My Bubbas Back: now blowing...
doctec: mudhead: lili is my sort of significant other (we don't live together but are a couple in most other respects)
doctec: yes she is ok mudhead
Dexter Fong: They respect each others space...how 90's =))
YoMaMa Yamamoto: I have a significant other
Mudhead: my best to her
Dr. Headphones: bun: do they always come out on tuesdays?
doctec: thanks m.h.
YoMaMa Yamamoto: She just soaked me for $ 300
Dexter Fong: Bun: The Folksmen were on Conan Obrien last night....very funny
Dr. Headphones: (they only come out at night....)
Merlyn: except for "If it's Tuesday, this must be Belgium" - that's out on thursday
Dexter Fong: (when the rates are down)
Bunnyboy: Ken: Yup. That seems to be the big "media release" day (books, CDs, DVDs, etc.).
Dr. Headphones: starring tuesday weld?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Friday in the hills
doctec: tuesday's out on thursday, and the tonight show is rebroadcast tomorrow
Bunnyboy: There are some spotlight events that break pattern, i.e. Harry Potter, and such.
Mudhead: They dont deliver to the hills
Dexter Fong: Thursday's at Nine
Dexter Fong: Check your local bottler
Dr. Headphones: and if a murder, check your local butler
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Distillery
doctec: i was bummed about not being able to get on the chat last week, wanted to tell you guys lili and i participated in the last of the MOB projects in NYC wednesday before last
||||||||| llanwydd sneaks in around 11:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dr. Headphones: i just watched on amc other night, vincent price in "the fly" and "return of the fly"
doctec: it was great fun
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm Ret...do you have my Butler
doctec: too bad there won't be any more
llanwydd: got locked out somehow
Dexter Fong: I lost my claim check
Bunnyboy: October 28 - the first set of LOONEY TUNES DVDs. Da-rool, Da-ROOL!
Dr. Headphones: "help me--help me!"
Merlyn: I only have this Daws
YoMaMa Yamamoto: The Yaws?
Dexter Fong: Ill: Do you mean had trouble loggin back into FireChat?
doctec: i'm rich - i'm rich - i'm comfortable well off
Merlyn: Daws butler
doctec: comfortably
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: tell us more, DT
llanwydd: that was the first movie that really scared me
Dr. Headphones: i'd be happy to be comfortably numb....
Merlyn: I'm a happy miser
Dr. Headphones: llan: yes, i remember it as a kid. couldn't sleep at all
llanwydd: yeah the chat room kept me out
Bunnyboy: There are featured classic WB cartoons included with the 3 WB features I mentioned, above. Part of a "night at the movies, in the year 19XX" gimmick...
Dexter Fong: Riders On The Stawm by the Daws
||||||||| Outside, the 11:36 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
doctec: we were running late getting into the city to meet at one of the bars where they were handing out the instructions, i wasn't sure we were going to make it to the MOB...
cat: is it possible?
Bunnyboy: I'm a happy miser!
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat:
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: 5,000,000 Miles to Earth was the one freaked me out
llanwydd: never saw the third one, "Curse of...
Dr. Headphones: meow, cat
cat: i be bach
Dexter Fong: ILL:!! Did you mean you were having troubling logging into Fire Chat???
My Bubbas Back: hey, cat.
doctec: but as we were careening down the west side highway, i had the idea of calling one of the bars on my cell and getting the bartender to hand the phone to one of the participants there
Dr. Headphones: amc also had "the day the earth stood still". a classic of propaganda :)
Bunnyboy: A great reminder of the greatness of Daws: His work on Fractured Fairy Tales, and Aesop and Son.
llanwydd: 5MM aka Quartermass Experiment
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: calling in your plays?
Bunnyboy: lo cat
Dexter Fong: Ilanwydd!! See question above and above
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: yeah, the guy in the rubber suit had quick-escape zippers
llanwydd: yes I logged out and couldn't get back in
doctec: the woman who took the call for us was named caroline, she said the MOB organizers had not come around to give out the instructions but she took my cell phone number and promised to call back once she got them
Dexter Fong: He was A ZIP
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: and with Stan F.
Dr. Headphones: doc: i'm dumb, i guess, what's "MOB"?
Dexter Fong: Ill: I had same problem, thought it was my ISP
Bunnyboy: I gotta go chaw a hunk of pizza. May BBL. Nite!
Dr. Headphones: later, bun
doctec: two minutes later, as we were getting off of the west side hwy and heading toward 8th ave, she called and told us where the MOB was to take place
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: right, Dex. He had the code, but he didn't have a clue
Bunnyboy: "I'm comin', Beany Boy!"
doctec: we got parked and headed to the site
Dexter Fong: Mothers of Brothers
||||||||| 11:39 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
doctec: headed to the site by foot
llanwydd: might be the upstream isp
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: nite BB
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: i've had trouble hailing a foot in NYC, DT. good show!
cat: bunny
llanwydd: nite!
Dexter Fong: Ilan: You mean in prisons?
doctec: (dr h.: if you want to read all the original MOB announcements go to groups.yahoo.com and head to the sitcominfo group (daniel gray goldstein)
cat: how long was the site out?
cat: i couldnt get on for a long time
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: until 10:55PM or so
llanwydd: no I think it's called ifip
Dexter Fong: Cat: Site was here I think...Server acting up again
Merlyn: My wife was in NYC last week for the Conan O'Brien 10th anniversary show
cat: just like fuckin irc daze
cat: was she on the show?
Dr. Headphones: damn! i was going to watch that, forgot about it
Dexter Fong: Ilan: You may well be right...too much tech for me
cat: conan must be honoured
Merlyn: no, just to watch
llanwydd: merlyn knows all about it
Dexter Fong: Merl: Was she on it or just in audience or what?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: want to be downstream from the server! else they can smell your scent and run away immediately
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Oops fading
doctec: ok so the instructions were for everyone to amass at a subway station off 42nd st - there would be a 'performance' there and everyone was to cheer, hoot and holler
cat: so the server went souht last week?
cat: and again tonight?
Dexter Fong: Klok: Not if you rub your boddy with deer grease
cat: any reason implied?
Merlyn: just watching, dex
llanwydd: echh
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: i watched it for a few minutes and forgot about it, yes
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Server To Aruba, last wk
Merlyn: yes cat; dunno why, unless doc heard
Dr. Headphones: dex: deer are so lean you have to add beef or pork fat to make it stick together as hamburger
doctec: there was of course no performance - but that's kinda the idea - the sudden, inexplicable massing of a large number of people for no apparent reason was the whole idea behind the MOB project in the first place
Dexter Fong Sings; Take the Last Server to Clarksville
cat: is it systematic of the system or just our particular plague, merl?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: it's a new craze, Cat, but when international travel involved, one has to draw the line
Dr. Headphones: ah, know now what you're talking about. have read about it
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: and meet me at The Station
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: oops, that burned down...
cat: in doonesberry?
doctec: cat: it's due to sudden heavy net traffic at the co-lo where the server is housed (it's in ohio)
Dexter Fong: And I choose to draw this line in Uncle Sigmund's Peruvian Cocoa Powder
Merlyn: the upstream internet ISP went out
cat: yes i thot so, doc. ala 911
Dr. Headphones: those damned ohioans. can't trust 'em
cat: so there's not enough capacity in the system
llanwydd: the last inspiration
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: no, you choose to draw IN this line...
Merlyn: what kind of heavy traffic, doc? a denial of service attack?
doctec: cat: except it does not appear to be the work of terrorists
Dexter Fong: Patriotism is the last inspiration for a dying man
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: no, it went "out"...as in for a pizza
cat: we have met the enemy and she is us?
doctec: merlyn: byron didn't say, i don't know if he ever got a definitive answer from his contact at the co-lo
Mudhead: it was terrorist squirrels
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: nothing seems to be the work of terrorists, but we are paying an arm and a leg to stop them anyway
Dexter Fong: Try our Pizza with special a-toppings...Inca Hell Oil Tonic extra
doctec: power to the chipmonks!
llanwydd: interesting quote dex. Your own?
cat: shut up, simon
Merlyn: maybe they were streaming a bakshi cartoon
doctec: oooh heavy on the 30-weight
Dr. Headphones: letterman repeat--chris rock. leno "live", dana carvey
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: and pres. Bozo gets up and says, "You see? It's working! Gimme more!"
cat: you too, garfuncle
Dexter Fong: Ilan: History is what you can remember =))
doctec: let's do this ting!!!
llanwydd: aha!'
cat: ting, the orange drink of istronauts
Dexter Fong Sings; It's my Ting a-Ling
Merlyn: Try it with giant rodents: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/3120950.stm
Mudhead: what has the cia/nsa been doin all these years ?
doctec: sumatran rodentia?
Dexter Fong: A Rat the size of a Water Buffalo
Dr. Headphones: mud: wouldn't you like to know?????
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: history is what you do in the dark! the clock? she is a-ticking. where are we going? PLANET TEN...
doctec: the backstroke!
Merlyn: the giant rat of sumatra
llanwydd: national snake administration?
Dr. Headphones: boo! hiss!
cat: now you workin for the c i a, wouldnt have you in the maf i a
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: what, you'd rather a water buffalo the size of a rat?
doctec: hey mwave.com is sellin' refurbed viewsonic 17" flat panel monitors for $123
doctec: one year warranty - i just ordered one
Dexter Fong: "I was Frank Sumatra's Rat" - An A&E Special
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: collecting an awful lot of our money, Mudhead
YoMaMa Yamamoto: gimme 2!
cat: war on tea? no, the drug war's over here
Dr. Headphones: doc: i got new one for $150 and rebate ($80?) not long ago. proview
cat: i wish bit had lived long enough to sea it
Mudhead: I mean, dont we assasinate enemies, overthrow governments, and maintain our "lead" over the rest of the world by whatever means necessary?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: They're spending it all on bad drugs
Dexter Fong: HEY Cat: How come you Canucks can't grow any decent gage?
doctec: i'm in front of a 19" bigass monitor right now, i'll miss having the extra screenage but will much appreciate getting back some desk space - a worthwhile tradeoff
Dr. Headphones: cat: canada legalizes marijuana AND gay marriage. is there a connection?
llanwydd: which drugs are bad?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: It's too sporkin cold
cat: gage?
YoMaMa Yamamoto: Marijuwanner
doctec: (if you or anyone you know wants to buy a used 19" bigass monitor, get in touch with me)
cat: the local grow can compete with anything anywhere, i suspect.
cat: not it will soon
Dexter Fong: Cat: Schwazz....Mary Jane Warner....'erb....'raass....etc
cat: people are very serious about growing the best here, as compared to perhaps other places, but why wouldnt everyone?
doctec: combustible psychotoxin!
cat: wehre the fuck do you think agriculture came from?
cat: e need to get more bang from the harvesting buck?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: well, that's pretty clear based on Vancouver's electricity consumption, Cat
Merlyn: health Canada grows medical pot so badly, people demand their money back: ttp://www.cjad.com/content/cjad_news/article.asp?id=n091543A
Dexter Fong: Cat: Then how come to Gov don't outsource that Pot (Mecinal Only, Please) contract
Dr. Headphones: ok, dear friends, i'm going to hit the chromium switch. until next time, adios
cat: we have water pouring over dams here all the time. plus it rains
Merlyn: oops, http://www.cjad.com/content/cjad_news/article.asp?id=n091543A
doctec: the medical mj growers need to get hooked up with the 'experts'
||||||||| At 11:52 PM, YoMaMa Yamamoto vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| At 11:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dr. Headphones!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Kend...Aloha and Maho\alo , Bro
Mudhead: gnite doc h
My Bubbas Back: Hmmmm....
cat: merl, exactly. they grind up the stalks! imagine eating corn cob plus kernels, how much you'd get out of that
Dexter Fong: (Third up) Hmmmm....
llanwydd: ignite doc?!
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: sticks and stems and seeds...
My Bubbas Back: .... and a fifth of hmmmmmmmm.
Merlyn: apparently, you can buy good growing stock legally in hamsterdam
cat: its a war against the intelligent, unlike lotteries, and gambling in general, a war against the ignorant
Dexter Fong: ...outta scurry
doctec: . goes up in flames...
cat: this emery guy who runs pots tv and much else makes his money from selling seeds. and why not?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: you can buy just about anything legally in Amsterdamm
Dexter Fong as Band Liter says.....one - two - you know what t'do
cat: if you had the best cotton seeds in a land where cotton was barely legal cuz 50 tailors only wanted to sew polysester...
llanwydd: sounds like Laurence Welk in rare form
Dexter Fong: You can get anything you want at Alice Amsterdam's
cat: dam those amsters
cat: old new york
My Bubbas Back: Exceptin' Alice.....
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu can't pick very much cotton when them cotton bolls go rotten
llanwydd: Well, I'm not too far from Amsterdam, NY
cat: heard interesting cbc interview with arlo recently, back in the restaurant
My Bubbas Back: Look away
Dexter Fong: Look Away
Dexter Fong: The Flash will blind you
cat: think of the balls you'll have
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: and just down the road in Denmark, didja read about that car bomb? some dude pissed off the Banditos and the Hell's Angels and they erased him. Huge crater, nothing but shreds.
Merlyn: dixieland
My Bubbas Back: Look away, Dixie.
doctec: as a kid i lived in amsterdam ave. in monsey ny (rockland county)
Merlyn: my timing's off
cat: but you;'re stil on
My Bubbas Back: ... and there's gonna be trouble
llanwydd: Denmark of all places!
Dexter Fong: As a kid, I lived in a barrel of Monsey
My Bubbas Back: hey la, hey la.
Mudhead: merlyn, the timing went 162534
llanwydd: you would expect that in Bagdad
Dave: laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, am I back from being away?
Dexter Fong: Mud: Hah! Austrian Piston Sequence
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: motorcycle gangs big there, though. drug sales. very serious biz. the ones in Sweden duel off with RPGs brought in from E. Europe
doctec: did the bagdad cafe survive the war?
Merlyn: you're there dave
Dexter Fong: Hiya Dave
Mudhead: replace the wires put on a new rotor and cap
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: which one DT
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: ?
Dexter Fong: I'd rather bag mom
doctec: could be any one
cat: mad austrians? no, i've abandoned my bach monniker
Dexter Fong: Of all the Bagdad cafes in all the world, she had to come into this one
cat: hey dave
Dexter Fong: Sing La Marsailles at that
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: couldn't get a patron, eh Cat?
Mudhead: well guyz and galz, my time is up, my COPD is stable but I'm still on O2, the list of donors gets shorter, and the nites get longer
cat: just packing my precious lps into some of the serious bubble wrap you enclosed in that box
||||||||| 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..
Dave: Hey cat
Dexter Fong: Klok: Church offered him a contract but some of the side issue were rather unpleasant
llanwydd: I've never been to Bagdad Café. Do they serve falafel?
cat: good to see you again, mud
cat: better than dry soil
My Bubbas Back: they'll serve anybody....
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: nite Mud
Dexter Fong: Mud: Sounds like you're serious...I'm sorry to hear that you are not well
Mudhead: Im hittin the canvas , g'nite dear friends
doctec: nite m.h.
Merlyn: byron needs to reset catherwood's clock
Merlyn: or clean his clock
||||||||| At 12:02 AM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: nite mudhead
llanwydd: nite mud
cat: when do you next meet lili, doc?
Dexter Fong: Tell Byron that Percy says: Hell-oooo
doctec: cat: when they discharge her tomorrow
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: as the beeg hand approaches the leetle hand (as a limit), kwd must also anon
cat: you da man, doc
Dexter Fong Underneath the lamp-post. on the Linzertorte...
cat: she the woe-man,
Dave: oh yeah that's serious bubling goin' on
cat: sounds like a commercial blues song
doctec: i will be working from home so i can go pick her up when i get the call (i a much closer to the hospital from my place than the Jupitermedia offices)
cat: dubbya owe, em in em
cat: we all be routing for ya, doc
Dexter Fong: I gots dem bad-ass commoicial blues, and I ain't watchin'/listenin/ no mo'
doctec: she's in a good deal of pain and pretty doped up right now, they gave her one of those clickers that dispenses morphine as needed
Dexter Fong: Damn Doc: Jupiter must be millions of miles away
cat: hey what';s happening with the post on alt. ft about posting old firesign shows on showcast or whatever?
doctec: they say she'll be pretty wiped out for the next couple of days
cat: it wasnt ah clem. where is he/she?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: what happened to internet.com?
llanwydd: I missed that. Very sorry to hear
cat: again, all the best and of course, we know how much you can do
Dexter Fong: Cat: It was Charles Throat who was here earlier when I couldn't stay logged on
doctec: internet.com is now a division of Jupitermedia
cat: i waas kicked off for at least an hour
llanwydd: testing
Dexter Fong: Me too Cat
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: ah. this former zinc bushing...
Dexter Fong: (cought)
doctec: back in when MecklerMedia (alan meckler) sold his trade show and tech magazine biz to Penton Publications and hung on to internet.com as a web publishing enterprise it seemed like a good idea
Dexter Fong: oh..this former Brass Tack
doctec: meckler was barred from doing any trade show or 'zine publishing for two years after the sale
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: gad, shades of Ziff-Davis!
Dexter Fong: Eek..this former Led Zeppolin
doctec: as we all know, the web publishing business (along with most other dot coms) took a nose dive in 2000
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: is there a bustle in your hedgerow, too?
Dexter Fong: Ziff Davis in the 23rd Century
cat: Zed? Lap o lynn
Dexter Fong: Doc: Are you hinting at Boom Dot Bust?
doctec: we managed to stay afloat though and not incur any debt - gotta hand it to meckler, he was committed to weathering the storm
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: ah! like string theory. right. a 23rd century technology marooned in the 20th
cat: storm those weathers
Merlyn: eesh, I just got 4 bogus microsoft security update emails that are viruses...
Dexter Fong: Klok: Big Giggle
cat: is any one of us firefans involved with hurricane?
cat: ah in virginia, right?
doctec: starting in mid 2001 he cranked up a new trade show biz, and we got other revenue streams going by starting to charge for services we used to give away (like thecounter.com)
cat: dc too?
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: i dated a few, Cat, but it never worked out
Dexter Fong: dc?
cat: awash
doctec: then last year he bought the Jupiter Research arm of Jupiter Media Metrix, a company which was selling off its assets and throwing in the towel
Dexter Fong: yikes
cat: they brow up pletty good
cat: i'm practicing my japanese for tlip
Dexter Fong: They High Blow
llanwydd: ambien startin to kick in. I'd be nowhere without that stuff
doctec: interestingly, he had tried to buy Jupiter Research about seven years ago, he offered some 14 mil and they turned him down
llanwydd: having awful insomnia these days
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: get ready, Merlyn -- you're in someone's OE addr. book that just got compromised. I lost 2 email correspondents tonite as their 5 MB mailboxes overflowed. This one is bad, unlike the hurricane. One of them still isn't back up
Dexter Fong: Ilan: Ambien? You plaing that rainforest stuff?
doctec: but by 2002 when JMM hit ther skids, he was able to buy the assets for 250 thou (!)
llanwydd: not exactly
cat: that's a lot of "thou's"
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: like that Japanese guy who bot Z-D...
cat: mr penn
Dexter Fong: Quackers
cat: mr teller, keep em comin
My Bubbas Back: not as many thous as when they were mils
doctec: he renamed the company Jupitermedia, comprised of these divisions: Jupitermedia, Earthweb, Jupiterevents and the original internet.com
doctec: oops Jupiter Research is the first division
cat: jew? i thought peter was a gentile
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: that's 4, DT
llanwydd: not every Peter
Dexter Fong: Ooooh Klok sp3ks 3lit3
cat: the quantum bomb. explode it, and you go back to a previous quanta
llanwydd: dont you mean quantum
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: OK, 12 straight up, gotta depart. Nice chat...finally
doctec: yes, 4 divisions is right. the company has been treading water in terms of profitability, but we have the opportunity to break away from the pack if the upcoming CDXpo show in Las Vegas this fall (meckler's attempt to overtake comdex, which is itself on the ropes) is a big success
Merlyn: bye KWD, I'll keep an eye on my email
||||||||| 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 Bunnyboy disembarks at 12:14 AM.
llanwydd: nite klok
Merlyn: and an E on my imail
Bunnyboy: lo agin
doctec: time will tell
Dexter Fong: Well Poisn Squirrels, I must away
doctec: nite klok
Dexter Fong: Night Kdog
klokwkdog-bis-and-ter: nite ash, everyone
Bunnyboy: nite klok
||||||||| "Hey klokwkdog-bis-and-ter!" ... klokwkdog-bis-and-ter turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:15 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
My Bubbas Back: nite klok
Dexter Fong: Nigth everyone also
My Bubbas Back: Nite Dex
cat: klok
llanwydd: and my head is starting to roll.
doctec: nite dex
cat: hi bun
cat: tiz late in your zone
doctec: and i am sleep deprived - i really should pack it in
llanwydd: ambien does that every time
cat: in which direction, ll?
cat: off you pack ,doc
llanwydd: with the punches
cat: i wont be able to return here till late oct, and then only for a week
doctec: yes - nice thing about tomorrow: no morning commute (yaaaaaay! they've been horrible lately)
Dave: see, this is what happens when you're in mountain time
My Bubbas Back: nite, doc
doctec: i just walk downstairs and log in
Dave: it's about 10:00
cat: but you all keep it goin, eh?
doctec: it's after midnight in these parts
llanwydd: toasting 123
Bunnyboy: Read a cruel review blurb of Mike Figgis' new flick, COLD CREEK MOUNTAIN. Something to the effect of: "(Figgis) should consider, rather that Leaving Las Vegas, Leaving Show Business..." Owitch!
doctec: yes we certainly do
cat: private parts, reporting for duty, sir
My Bubbas Back: stand up, private
cat: merl, did you ever put up that hour hour piece about the lads in the military?>
doctec: y'all have a pleasant evenin' ... i'll pass along all your good wishes to lili
cat: ossman as private parts?
doctec: when i see her tomorrow
cat: and make them even bettter, doc
doctec: parts is parts
Merlyn: I still have the directory made, but it isn't public yet; got sidetracked
doctec: will do cat
llanwydd: must retire to "Music though the Night"
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..................
||||||||| At 12:18 AM, doctec runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bunnyboy: Dif'ernt parts!
Bunnyboy: nite yez
llanwydd: maybe I'll wait to talk (groggily_) to phil when he gets here
Merlyn: nite bb
llanwydd: We're flying like drops
cat: bye
||||||||| "12:20 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
cat: we say that a lot here
llanwydd: jgioregoij;igjwegpoir
llanwydd: .com
cat: one of your welsh greetings, ll?
llanwydd: welcome bunny. we're all going to bed
llanwydd: too late for greetings cat
Merlyn: no, bunnyboy left
llanwydd: Clwm blywyyd caer cog gogoch
||||||||| My Bubbas Back rushes off, saying "12:23 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
llanwydd: nite bubba gump. Say goodnight to Hideo
Merlyn: I think it's about time to go...
||||||||| 12:25 AM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
llanwydd: good nite sleep tite. Dream sweet dreams for you. Dream sweet dreawmfignanfknfkgf
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dave: well, I'm gonna head off now
Dave: later all, hope everyone's ok with the hericane and all
||||||||| Dave says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave exits at 12:30 AM.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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."

The Evening's Participants:
Bubba's Brain
Charles Throat
Dexter Fong
Dr. Headphones
HotBar Yämamøto
Johann Sebastian
My Bubbas Back
Reebus Caneebus
YoMaMa Yamamoto
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