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 December 04, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 3:03 PM, dragging Woody One by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Woody One: I'm not a Bozo. I'm a smashed up wooden news reporter. Has anyone seen my co-anchor. Hubba hubba, George. What a suit.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "3:07 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: Hey, it's too early
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 3:08 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| It's 3:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody One - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dad into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:50 PM, then departs.
Dad: Right, son. Now I am the people. And The People -- US -- wants me to tell them -- It -- just what you're doing with your hands in Number 35729 comma Short comma One Pair Blue Gym comma W/slash Protector, worn by Barbara Bobo!
||||||||| Dad runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dad?! It's 8:50 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 04, 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?"
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'llanwydd', just granted probation at 9:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hey ll
||||||||| 9:12 PM: Cease jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
llanwydd: just occurred to me, in French this group would be called "Firesign Cat"
Cease: mais oui
Merlyn: what would the cats call it?
||||||||| 9:13 PM: Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Cease: stevens?
llanwydd: hey Merl. Looks like I'm just on time
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: mas oi
Cease: hey yammy
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: yellow
llanwydd: Hy everyone else
Cease: i havent gotten around to turning the highway sign video clips into single images yet
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: no rush
Cease: i'm in blue screen hell trying to get my video editing programme to work
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: ack
Cease: i want to start getting single images yanked out of the video soon so i can put them up on seemreal.com
llanwydd: brb
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: You could always run off a copy
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dave Pryce into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: , I use a capture program for my TV board
Cease: new character enter
Dave Pryce: Just want to see what it's like to be my offline self online
Cease: i'm drinking a nostradamus beer (belgian) i should have predicted that!
Cease: stand on stopping yellow line
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto notes the irony of having a tv board on his 'puter and no cable hooked into it
Dave Pryce: is nostradamus beer sold in cantos?
Cease: when are you moving to kansas, yammy?
Cease: cant say that i know, dave
Cease: tiny bottles here in north van
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Looks like june. Gotta pony $2k for a 10'(3m) truck
Cease: maybe it's sold by the Pound elsewhere
Cease: its not very good. i'm going back to cidre as soon as i finish this glass
Dave Pryce: Tiny Bottles? That was Don Ho, wasn't it?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Yes and we should mane a freeway after him
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I'm still angry with Hawaii DOT for not doing that
Cease: had a good dream about don ho once.
Dave Pryce: do tell
Cease: i was in regina at the time, travelling accross canada in 67. i dreamt that i was driving from la to hawaii.
Cease: don ho appeared on the car radio, signalling to me that i had arrived in honolulu
Cease: william tell, excellent swiss restaurant in vancouver
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: good shit you musta been smokin
Cease: years before i smoked anything, yammy.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dr. Headphones inside, makes a note of the time (9:22 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cease: i was a mere high school graduate at the time
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
Cease: hi kend
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: cool suconscious then
Merlyn: anyone have a public domain version of sousa's "the liberty bell" (python's theme)?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: sb...
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: sub
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: no, but i can probably find one
Cease: the idle bastard tour was this week. unfortunatley i passed it up. i hear it was hilarious
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:23 PM and Dyslexic Dukc steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: I'm looking, can't find one yet...lots of sheet music, though
Dyslexic Dukc: Howdy
Dr. Headphones: hey, dd
Dave Pryce: Public domain would have to be without the raspberry at the end
Cease: chris rock is coming here next month. i hope the tickets arent sold out yet
Cease: is that something like Lucky Ducky?
Dyslexic Dukc: Hey headfones
Merlyn: pretty funny, but if you saw him ~3 years ago, about the same show
Dr. Headphones: dave: would it have a blueberry instead?
Cease: hey merl, did you see there's a new coffee table python book out?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: You can add your own befrry if you like
Merlyn: I can do my own raspberry
Cease: did idle plug it on the tour?
Dave Pryce: a blueberry would sound better
Merlyn: no, he was plugging his musical "holy grail"
Dr. Headphones: of all the berries, blue is my favorite
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Problem w/coffe table books is you get 5 or six and there's no place to walk in yr living room
Cease: a blackberry would tell al gore that he won the election
Cease: bought some for breakfast tomorrow
Dr. Headphones: yam: you walk on your coffee table?
Cease: oh, spamalot?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Every chance I get
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: It's good enough for the cats
Dr. Headphones: my "coffee table" is a real wooden toybox that was given to me on the day of my birth :)
Cease: fond as i am of python, dont thnk they're worth $85 for a book about them
Dr. Headphones: lo, so many decades ago....
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: My coffee table has all my 'puter stoof on it
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: $85 for a book? I could eat for two weeks on that
Dyslexic Dukc: A chest of drawers and other artifacts...
Dr. Headphones: dys: i'd prefer a drawing of a chest (female, of course)
Dave Pryce: I used to buy the books. "Doctor Fegg", "Paperbok".
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Attach a female to that chest and I'm in
Dr. Headphones: you'd like to be in :)
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: i'll see yr female chest and lower her drawers
Cease: ah, you horny single people
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Ken: it's not bloody likely anytime soon :P
Dr. Headphones: cat: at this age, it happens far too rarely....
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Horny? What dat?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I jus like to talk rubbish
||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:30 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dave Pryce: hey shooz
Cease: this chat needs more single females y'all can meet
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Shoes for industry, compadre
Dr. Headphones: anyone here a fan of the matrix movies? if you'd like to see a ping-pong match done a la neo, download it from http://webpages.charter.net/kendeb52/temp/
Dyslexic Dukc: Put yur sock on and step right in, shoes..
Dr. Headphones: hi sftd
Cease: they appear occasionally, but why aren't there more female firesign fans? or maybe they're all married
Cease: hey shoes. wuttaya lose?
Dr. Headphones: too many dick jokes?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Loose Shoes?
shoes for the dead: hiya kiddos!!
Dave Pryce: I know plenty of female Fireheads
Dyslexic Dukc: DIck Nixon???...ha ha
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Ken, like THEY don't make em?
Cease: introduce some to yam and kend
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: please
Cease: i'd say i've been equally successful in not turning both females and males onto the firesign theatre over the decades
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I've only been up a week
Dr. Headphones: at this point, i'd settle for almost anything female between 18 and 60 who wasn't brain dead and didn't stop clocks
shoes for the dead: i'm still not sure which yo put on first
Dyslexic Dukc: Mojo Nixon??
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I'm for that, Ken
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: but bump it up to 35 for me
Dr. Headphones: hell, even if she slowed them, it might be acceptable
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Young gurls just bug me
Cease: i know why you'd be interested in an 18 year old kend, but why would she be interested in you?
Dave Pryce: poor Merl always fades early
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Hell, I'd chuck it all for a decent BRAIN
Dr. Headphones: cat: not for my money, that's for sure!
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Needs more VIAGRA®
Cease: more string theory,yam?
Cease: so i thought, kend
Dyslexic Dukc: It must be Merlyn age... turning gray
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: My cats dig the string theory
Cease: no, i'm giving up on this belgian shit right now. back to cidre. back in a few minutes
Dr. Headphones: yam: i actually asked my doctor for a sample of that last time i went, he said if "it" still works at all, i don't need it--it's in the head if it fails me
Dave Pryce: What IS the string cheese theory?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: belgian? Bah, hell half of them don't even know they are
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Dave steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: dead cat viagra??
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: dave
Dr. Headphones: hey dave, welcome to the merriment and insanity
Dave Pryce: hey Dave
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Dead cats don't need Viagra, live ones eather
Dyslexic Dukc: Howdy there, Dave!
shoes for the dead: howdy dave
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Come to think of it a viagra w/a dead cat in it would be a hard pill to swallow
Dr. Headphones: a hush falls over the crowd as dave is welcomed by everyone
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto hushes
shoes for the dead: isn't hard the object/
Dave Pryce: not hard to wash your hands with
Dr. Headphones: lol, shoes!
Cease: hi other dave
Dave: hi guys
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Come to think of it a viagra w/a dead cat in it would be a hard pill to swallow
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: bah
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I'm echoing again
shoes for the dead: ohhh... time warp!!
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: It was a good line just the same
Dyslexic Dukc: Hard Rains are going to fall...limp.
Dave Pryce: not hard to wash your hands with
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: Unstuck in time
Dave: oh boy! two Dave's, well, at least this way we both can't see each other, it's really embarrasing when you think you're being talked to and you're not, if that makes sense
Cease: sounds like sf
Dyslexic Dukc: Dave bookends..hmmm?
Cease: indeed, dave 2
shoes for the dead: you are in two places at the same tlme??
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: No, the story of my life, that and watching ppls karma go to hell
Dave Pryce: Forgot you were coming, Dave
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I'm always in two places at once, sometimess 3
Cease: when you're not anywhere at all?
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: I'm not anywhere now
shoes for the dead: i'm not anywhere
Dave Pryce: Everyone and his brother is named Dave. Sometimes his sister
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto: It's catching
||||||||| Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:42 PM.
Cease: dave pryce, you know dave 2?
shoes for the dead: that damn tima warp, yam
Dyslexic Dukc: I was there but over there instead
Cease: its dave high school
||||||||| Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto enters at 9:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: ha!
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Cool! I was defenestrated!
Dave: yeah well, at least we're not all named Bruce
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I can fix that, too!
Cease: lima warp beans: eat them and travel in space and time, but always wind up in Lima
Dave Pryce: yeah I know him. I'm llanwydd, but I wanted to use my offline handle for a change
shoes for the dead: broke the window??
Cease: how bohemian of you, yam
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Good lord, you have a REAL name?
Dyslexic Dukc: How about...Bill ....?
Cease: aha
Cease: i sat on my pipe
Dr. Headphones: very few people know what defenestrated means. you jumped from a window
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: ow
Cease: pushed, i thought, kend
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I'm a nurse....
Dr. Headphones: cat: was it lit at the time? YOW!
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: sometimes
Cease: the defenestration of prague, for example
shoes for the dead: onlightining, cease?
Dave Pryce: Where's poor Elayne. Being annoyed by the neighbors again?
Cease: no , just quoting Rat, kend
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: on donder, On Blitzkrieg!
Cease: i was "aha" ing at ill's change to dave
Cease: ist she at an ohio con now?
Dave Pryce: I'll bet it's a pleasant break for her
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: hanging out w/the criminal element, eh?
Dr. Headphones: ok, i looked it up, it is a transitive verb, requires someone to do it to something (or another someone)
Cease: looks like it doesnt start raining til next monday. good thing i i got the lights up before it started rainining this aft
shoes for the dead: crinimals here?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: frigging cats, I have one of those handle faucets, and they keep turning it on to get fresh water
||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Woody One coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dr. Headphones: hey woody
Cease: they're pouring in. just like vancouver weather
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Yes, defenestration takes two parties, the defenestrator and the Defensestratee
Dr. Headphones: yam: mine aren't quite that smart, but several of them will follow me into the bathroom, jump on counter, and demand that i turn it on so they can have fresh water
Woody One: cough cough. Hey Dr. & friends
shoes for the dead: howdy one
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Well it's one of those single handled dealies
Woody One: Howdy shoes
Dyslexic Dukc: Hey woody
||||||||| 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 klokwkdog disembarks at 9:50 PM.
Dave Pryce: hi woody
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: oi woody
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: and klok
Dr. Headphones: they love ice cubes in their water bowl
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: y
Cease: my vast dog only demands i kick a tennis ball for him to chase about the house. good exercise for us both
Dave Pryce: where's Woody Two?
Dr. Headphones: how, klok
klokwkdog: hi all
Dr. Headphones: cat: sounds like soccer on a miniature scale
shoes for the dead: dog!
Woody One: Hey Dave. I don't remember seeing you here. Have you seen Woodrow Stool?
Cease: it is that, kend
Cease: but no longer in tiny condo. the rooms here allow Icy to actually take more than a step in chase
Dave Pryce: You owe him some money for the airport, don't you?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I won't put ice in the cat's bowl anymore, they play hockey w/the cubes
Woody One: Dr. How were the cherry cheesecake brownies?
klokwkdog: i am in this chat but not yet of it, so smoke 'em if you got 'em, will reappear in a half
Dave: brb
Woody One: For alot of airports.
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Dave runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
shoes for the dead: cubist cat hockey??
Dyslexic Dukc: Dave's not here
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto considers the mental picture of "Soccer on a Miniature Scale"
Dr. Headphones: woody: great stuff even if i didn't grease the pan enough and the brownies crumbled. taste wasn't affected at all :)
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Like angels dancing on the head of a pin
Woody One: Sounds great. I'll have to find the recipe.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: except for baptists
Dr. Headphones: "you weigh 15 pounds and that kick was out of bounds"
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: and Hasidim, too, prolly
shoes for the dead: cats don't work for scale
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: But they do love fish
Cease: i have scales?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto hands cat moisturising lotion
Cease: ok, you said you wanted 10 grams?
Dr. Headphones: woody: buy a box brownie mix, make it and cool it. buy a box cheesecake (no bake type) mix, make it, pour on brownies, top the cherries with the crumbled graham cracker crust mix, eat and enjoy. it's simple
shoes for the dead: on, cease ,shingle's just hang it ou
Dave Pryce: Not me. I just started a low-carb diet
Dr. Headphones: coffee is a magical beverage. i intake one cup, output two
shoes for the dead: t
Woody One: printing the recipe. Thanks doc.
Dave Pryce: I only need to lose about 10 lbs
Dr. Headphones: carb are our friends :)
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I had a car w/a carb once
Woody One: For a doctor, that's a fine comment for people who enjoy life. Really!
Dyslexic Dukc: You lose the weight, I'll find it....IS that how it happens?
Dr. Headphones: i even have kitties named after carbs: http://webpages.charter.net/kendeb52/cats.html
Dave Pryce: Started Monday. I'm having sugar free jello right now
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto 's major food groops are coffee, potato chips, candy bars, ramen noodles and tinned fish
Dr. Headphones: i'm not a real doctor, but i play one in the weekly chat
||||||||| 9:58 PM: Dave! jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dyslexic Dukc: Less Sugar..?!
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Deep fried Jello?
Dr. Headphones: ah, dave grew an exclamation point while he was gone....
Dave!: tined fish? shouldn't that be canned fish
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: You cant tine a fish
Woody One: That's okay. I look like Woody One, but only make my reports every Thursday.
Dr. Headphones: caned fish have been bad
Dave Pryce: I could have it deep fried if I wanted to
shoes for the dead: neat pusie ,
shoes for the dead: neat pusie ,
Cease: i aint tine whisel dixie no mo
Dr. Headphones: oh i wish i was in the land of rayon.....
shoes for the dead: scuse me...
||||||||| At 10:00 PM, Dyslexic Dukc runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Cease: look a way, dixie crat
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Ken I like holly, I had a kitty like her who left the building too early, too :(
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Woody One: Love the chatroom, even though I'm trying to chat with 8 at once. It's my professionality. Whatever that means.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Catherwoood has gathered some Righteous Speed, I see
Dave!: so I was thinking...strike that, I wasn't
Woody One: Dave, you're back.
Cease: but you were thinking Something
Dr. Headphones: yam: i still miss her, but beaner is rapidly proving to be an able replacement. she doesn't allow anyone else to occupy my lap while she's awake. if she's sleeping somewhere else, one sometimes sneaks to see me
Cease: go lightly?
Dave Pryce: courage hath run aground
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: At this rate, he'll be in Toledo by midnight
Dr. Headphones: "Thinking is what a great many people think they are doing when they are simply rearranging their prejudices." - William James
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Beaner is looking big
Cease: worst city in spain
Woody One: Have you seen the babe that I co-ancor with. Hubba hubba.
Cease: of those we visited
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Hubba Bubba? Won't stick to yore face
Dr. Headphones: toledo ohio is home of tony packo's famous hot dogs. i drove over there a month or two ago for dinner. quite nice
Merlyn: hey yammy, what character are you using instead of "Y"? It comes out as "?" on my computer
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: It's a cyrillic character
Cease: i've only been to the one in spain, kend. the one in ohio must be far better, even without the Klinger plug
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Capital CHE as i recall it
Cease: Cyril? Ich!
Dave Pryce: cyrillc? Are you in Russia?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: an upside down "H" w/a stroke thru it
Merlyn: oh; does it work on your display? It's getting mapped to "& # 1208 ;"
Dr. Headphones: commie martyr yam
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I have multilanguage support
Cease: that's Communist Martyrs high school
Woody One: I know that it means nothing to you all. I'm only a clone, but I sure enjoy cold baked jelly beans, like the president.
Dr. Headphones: i have a chair to support me
shoes for the dead: ok, yam, how do ya do an umlaudt?
Dr. Headphones: ¨u
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I have Cyrillic, Hebrew, Arabic, Chinese, Japanes and Korean harcter support
Dr. Headphones: nope, that's not it
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: depends on the letter ä= alt+0228
Dave Pryce: I'd love to have a keyboard like that
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:06 PM and Lefty Pyrite steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I don't have they keyboard, only the support
Dr. Headphones: you ain't go no friends on the right, lefty :) welcome
Lefty Pyrite: Hiya All
shoes for the dead: i need the softstuff?
Woody One: I'm a substitute teacher when I'm not doing the news. I also play acoustic guitar & harmonica. A little mandolin too.
shoes for the dead: or just type it/
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I use Cyrillic mostly, since I can read a small amount of russian
Dr. Headphones: how did we get from viagra to softstuff?
Lefty Pyrite: Hey Doctor
Woody One: Hiya Lefty.
Dr. Headphones: i learned the greek alphabet when i joined a frat in college, but don't read it or speak it
Lefty Pyrite: Heal thigh self, Doctor
shoes for the dead: we all came?
Dr. Headphones: my thigh is ok, lefty, i put it on the radio and it healed through the power of grid
Woody One: I know op-talk.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I can manage a schoolchild's fluency in Russian
Woody One: Like all the chickens.
Dr. Headphones: i know tovarisch, das vedanya, and spasiba
Cease: here chicky chicky chicky
Dr. Headphones: of course, da and nyet
Lefty Pyrite: I know Nancy.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I have a funny facility for language, I can read and understand it spoken, but have difficulty speaking or writinng
Woody One: B-balk-b-balk-abalk.
Cease: strogranov! kruschev!
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Ustinov!
Cease: pyrogies covered with smetana
shoes for the dead: BORSH!
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Better Czech that, cat
Dave!: indeed...or so they say
Dave Pryce: Turnitov
Cease: and other eastern european musicians
Woody One: Enjoying a Coors. Wish I had a hoot. Wouldn't that be a hoot while chatting.
Cease: el bosco is what the spanish call witch painter
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: "Central European" nowadays, comrade
shoes for the dead: (i'm joe beets)
Dr. Headphones: owls are forbidden in this chat, woody, no hooting either
Dr. Headphones: ah, the enigmatic beetman has been harvested
Woody One: Darn. I thought I was in Puttyville.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: In GB "Hooting" used to be a term for blowing yr car horn
Dave Pryce: I thought el bosco was chocolate syrup
shoes for the dead: scared of owl's, dr?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Only for Chicanos from el Outer Espace
Woody One: George Costanza would love that.
Woody One: Bosco.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Don Bosco is the syrup maker
Dr. Headphones: i dont' like anything that can't move its eyes
Lefty Pyrite: Bosco Hern?
Dr. Headphones: and owls have asymmetric ears too
shoes for the dead: potatos too?
Dr. Headphones: potatoes are ok if they are cooked
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Where would you like the eyes moved to? Better talk to Picasso re that
Cease: saw chagall show at van art museum yesterday
Cease: great stuff
Cease: very firesonian
Woody One: Yeah. Dan Quayle would say the same thing, only he would spell it differently.
Dr. Headphones: steven chagall?
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: They never come into the hills
shoes for the dead: picasso potatos are good
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: blue, tho
Cease: shared a ceramics studio with picasso in france for years, though they avoided each other
Dave!: potatoes, I just ate a raw one the other day, just to see what it tasted like, I'm never doing it again, I'll learn how to boil them if I have to
Dr. Headphones: i've seen the blue ones, but never tried them
Dave Pryce: he's got a lot of chagall!
shoes for the dead: peruvian picasso potatos
Cease: no one has more
Dr. Headphones: could be patriotic, use red, white, and blue potatoes :)
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Pablo Picasso was never called an Asshole!
Woody One: Did anyone hear "Alice's Restaurant" on the radio, Thanksgiving day? They play it every year here.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto is listening to that song now
Dave Pryce: because he was only spoken to in Spanish
shoes for the dead: don't eat sad potatos!!
Cease: you mean there are entire nanosecounds when pablo was not identified as ass hole numero uno?
Cease: perhaps
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Woody-dunno, don't know if the local hippie station plays it
Cease: french too, dave p
Cease: english i'm sure. it is the sunlight of languages
Woody One: This beer is going way too fast. I must slow down like a good bozo.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I wasreferring to a song, sorry
Cease: cursed by gollums everywhere, it remains the main global lens
shoes for the dead: good whiz, woody/
Cease: or buy more, woody.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: It comes out just as fast, no matter HOW you pour it in, woody
Lefty Pyrite: How about The Multi-Colored Rainbow Roach Affair, Woody?
Cease: stores like that
Dave Pryce: Never cared much for alcohol
Woody One: Great song for that holiday.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: I don't drink
Woody One: Just the rubbing variety?
shoes for the dead: lefty, arlo song?
Dr. Headphones: i would recommend "the legend of the uss titanic" by jaime brocket if you like "alices's restaurant". same spoken-word type song
Cease: lefty, that sounds like an arlo guthrie song
Lefty Pyrite: the other part of Alice's Rest.
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: Sure does
Cease: was klok here? i missed him
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: he was
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: a nanosecond
Woody One: Don't know that one.
Cease: i havw a tape of him singing that, on la radio station
Dr. Headphones: he's still here, but not
Cease: not very funny, he was too stoned at the time, but a funny Premise
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto: He's encased in brackets
Woody One: I'd like to hear it, though.
Dr. Headphones: free klok!
Cease: you have it not?
Dave Pryce: Lefty, are you new here?
Woody One: No.
||||||||| Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:21 PM.
Lefty Pyrite: I guess I am New
||||||||| 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 Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto disembarks at 10:21 PM.
Cease: get my email address from someone or somewhere and tell me your snail and i'll send it to you
shoes for the dead: thye broke the yam
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Damn, Dfenestrated again
Dr. Headphones: i can't post "titanic" on my webspace since it's longer than 10megs
Merlyn: you keep jumping out the window
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I'm gonna get a pepsi BRB
Woody One: Okay Cease. Different than the album?
Cease: i could never understand how anyone drinks any of those sugary drinks, these colas and such
||||||||| Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto?! It's 10:22 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto inside, makes a note of the time (10:22 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cease: only "soft drink" i ever tasted that was worth drinking was ginger ale
Dave Pryce: Merl's back!
shoes for the dead: stay away from the window, yam
Woody One: Beer's gone. Damn.
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Ha! From defenestrated to caught in the crossfire
Dave Pryce: Catherwood's ten minutes ahead of us this time
Cease: beer has improved immeasureably in japan
Cease: kirin did not make a good product when i lived there in 70s-80s but is excellent now
Dr. Headphones: never had japanese beer
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Cat: I like mass quantities of Sugar and Caffiene
Cease: asahi and sapporo were good then, but havnet improved
Cease: suntory was vile then, and that has not changed
Woody One: Oh. Kirin is not bad.
Cease: many people do, yammy. i'm just not one of them
Dave Pryce: I tried sake once. Not too bad
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: all beer tastes the same to me
Dave Pryce: for it's own sake
Cease: the new kirin (for me) green and black both excellent
Woody One: Comp: Guinness too?
Dr. Headphones: green beer? thought that was only for st. paddy's day
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Cease: dave p, there are as many kinds of sake as there are, uh, whatever. firesign lines?
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Cease: hey bunny
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Do ya whiz green?
Dr. Headphones: hello, mr. bun
Cease: no, just called green, usual beer colour
Lefty Pyrite: Is there a Beer-Whiz in japanese beer??
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Bunny
shoes for the dead: icelandic radio http://www.ruv.is/main/view.jsp?branch=2580867
Dave Pryce: howdy bb
Lefty Pyrite: Hi, BunnyB
Cease: hey bunbest sake for my taste buds has the flavour of the cask it was brewed in.
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Icelandic Rappers love Cold Chillin'
Woody One: Hey BB
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Ice Ice Baby(for real)
Cease: that woody taste is as good as booze gets, to my tongue
shoes for the dead: howdy bunny
Bunnyboy: RIP David Hemmings
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Who?
Dave!: icelandic radio?
Dave Pryce: the casket was brewed in?!!!
Cease: he done blow'd up real good
Woody One: I like sake, if not too much in volume.
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: That's like petrol, sake
Dr. Headphones: cat: shortage of single malt scotch now, prices will rise dramatically according to bbc
Cease: you live somewhere where you can get good sake?
Cease: that would not be vancouver
Bunnyboy: Our casks go up to 11!
Cease: our servants are in those caskets!
Dr. Headphones: the cask of amontillado
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: grateful, they are
shoes for the dead: more casks, bunnrwarden?
Woody One: That's good, Cease. "Not Insane."
Cease: you say yado and i say yoda
Cease: let's call the whole thing o.f.
Bunnyboy: David Hemmings, actor, director and (I'll be damned) former boy soprano.
Cease: as opposed to tony's daughter?
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I was gonna try sake, but couldn't get past the smell
Woody One: Rice wine'll do the trick.
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Bunny: no clue, sorry
Cease: drink it in cups made of that wood and the smell is divine
Bunnyboy: David Hemmings was best known for his turns in BLOWUP and BARBARELLA.
Cease: "sugi" in japanese, a cedar relative
Bunnyboy: And the scrapped crossover-sequel BLOW UP BARBARELLA!
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I don't much go for alcohol in any form really
Cease: billy budd?
Woody One: Dozo Yuroshiku.
Bunnyboy: cat: No, that was Terence Stamp.
Cease: well, i'm gonna be drinking some of that local sake at a japanes restaurant in a few minutes
Cease: how can you tell them apart?
Dave Pryce: didn't know he died. I watch very little TV and I'm not even familiar with David Hemmings. Except the name
Dr. Headphones: dozo yuroskiku? gesundsheit!
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I think I had a beer last in 1989, cos it was REALLY hot and there was nothing else cold to drink
shoes for the dead: we all speakin japanese now?
Cease: why should everyone drink, eat, smoke or tolerate the same things?
Cease: no, only ore
Bunnyboy: David Hemmings also had one of the few truly memorable moments in the shoddy film version of LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN. He played Nigel, the old drunk who posed as Alan Quatermain (Sean Connery).
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: ﻵﻯﻞﺳ
Dr. Headphones: hey, no terrorists messages allowed here!
Lefty Pyrite: Eat it raw and Drink it cold,... the Amerikan Way
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: bwhahahahahahah
Woody One: Gesundheit, donkashane. The ship's Prussian captain.
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I have no clue what that was
Cease: Cour? Age? Us?
Dr. Headphones: asscroft will be callling on you now, yam
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: אשסם
Dave Pryce: webtv just disconnected me. Or my ISP did
Bunnyboy: Terence Stamp resembled and still resembles Malcolm McDowell. David Hemmings resembled Baryshnikov in the mid-60's, Brother Theodore in his early 60's.
shoes for the dead: yam can cuss in 5 languages
Dr. Headphones: shalom to you too
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Great, I have enough trouble w/cops in the woodpile now
Woody One: It's been nice Fireheads. The bed is calling my name loudly. So is Audrie Farber.
Dr. Headphones: later, woody
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: later woody
Cease: by wood
Lefty Pyrite: Dave: Put your hand on the PC and everything will be alright
Cease: sell paper
Bunnyboy: nite Woody
Dave Pryce: nite woody
shoes for the dead: bye woody
Lefty Pyrite: Wood Be a Good Night
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: odd you guys can sse the hebrew and arabic, but not the cyrillic letters
Bunnyboy: And, of course, Terence Stamp got to play General Zod in SUPERMAN 2.
Dr. Headphones: i see the cyrillic or i did before you changed it
Cease: snarl lick
Bunnyboy: "Kneel before ZOD!!!"
Woody One: Take care 'til next Firetime. G'night. I may take you up, Cease, on that Guthrie tune. I'll send you something back. Bye folks.
Dave Pryce: good film
Bunnyboy: fnord
Bunnyboy: there are no fnords
Dr. Headphones: bun: jews can't say the name of ZOD, they write it as Z-D
Cease: just lots of pines
Dr. Headphones: there are lots of fnords in norway
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: ᅒᅗᆲᇀ
Cease: or "zed" as we say in canada
Dave Pryce: e's pinin' for the fnords
Bunnyboy: Z-D? But that's nearly nothing, innit?
||||||||| "10:37 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Woody One, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Dr. Headphones: bun: it really stands for "ziff davis"
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Dunno if Jews can say ZED, ethere
shoes for the dead: in inuit?
Cease: name of cbc daily short film show
Bunnyboy: "Our nada, who art in nada, nada be thy name" - Ernest Hemingway
Cease: in which a seem real theatre project may appear
Dr. Headphones: anyone here have georgian fonts? they have a funny looking script
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: We're NOT bloody Eskimos!
Dr. Headphones: bloody eskimos stain the snow red
Bunnyboy: If the jews can't say nothing, what's all that harping in Israel?
shoes for the dead: and attract bears
Dr. Headphones: harping in israel: the lowdown on large pluckers
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: They hire arabs to harp on the cheap
Bunnyboy: Gregorian fonts. You can only invoke them one at a time.
Dave Pryce: Harpo wasn't Israeli
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Stalin was fond of Georgian Fonts
shoes for the dead: harp seals in israel??
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: As is Jimmy Carter
Bunnyboy: They're clubbing seals on the West Bank!
shoes for the dead: more slaughter??
Bunnyboy: While the Swiss just watch...
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Chist, they're killing everything else
Dr. Headphones: swatch
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: 1 000 swatch beats everey day
Dr. Headphones: most people don't know that stalin dropped out of the russian orthodox seminary to become a politician
Bunnyboy: And Sharon didn't work the Borscht Belt, neither.
klokwkdog: most people were trying desperately to hide...
shoes for the dead: when will harp syne save us/
shoes for the dead: next year?
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Orthodiox church, Russian Communisim-only the Iconography changed
Dave Pryce: Imagine if Stalin had been a priest
Dr. Headphones: god help us all!
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Confess yr sins to Uncle Joe
Cease: ok folks i'm off
klokwkdog: nite Cat!
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: 3 hail marys and 39 years in Sibera!
Dr. Headphones: special this week on crucifixions, jesus doesn't have to be the only one
Cease: the best to you all.
Merlyn: bye cat
shoes for the dead: nitey, cease
Dr. Headphones: later, cat
Dave Pryce: nite cease
Cease: orv war
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: nite cat
Lefty Pyrite: Nite Cease
Bunnyboy: nite cat
klokwkdog is getting ready to read The Master and Margarita, set in Stalin's Russia
klokwkdog: talking cats, etc.
Dr. Headphones: klok: i have that on my computer, downloaded it, but have never read it
Dave!: "crusifiction?" "no, it's freedom really ..."
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Aha! Klok is freed of his bonds!
klokwkdog: it's weird
Bunnyboy: I'm gonna go feed my wandering herd.
Dave Pryce: I've read Trotsky
klokwkdog: that's klok, klok bond...
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Good idea
Dr. Headphones: i have trouble reading books on computer, prefer to read them when i'm on the toilet
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I've had trotsky
klokwkdog: nite Bun
Bunnyboy: Eric Idle is in Seattle tonite. Part of his GREEDY BASTARD tour.
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, bun
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Read trotsky while you have trotsky
klokwkdog never figured out how to make his computer flush, which pretty much aced that idea
shoes for the dead: i've had the trotsky's too
klokwkdog: (of course it flushes all the time by itself...)
Dave Pryce: got halfway through his 3-volume history of the Russian revolution
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I can give you something that makes yr computer flush, klok
klokwkdog: Eric Idle busy in Seattle?
||||||||| At 10:46 PM, Bunnyboy runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
shoes for the dead: damn borsch
Dr. Headphones: my computer is a 1 liter/flush type, sometimes doesn't all go away when i hit the button
klokwkdog: Oh, Milk of Magnesia works fine
Dave!: anyone know where I can find Eric Idol's schedule? want to see him if I can, or is it a 21 and over show
Dave Pryce: The translation was full of awkward grammar
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Gotta double flush that puppy, a trick frequently used by truckers
klokwkdog can't even find the dipstick on his computer...
klokwkdog: nice wi-fi artikle in NYT today, about truckers going from hot spot to hot spot
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: My thungsten has bluetooth
shoes for the dead: u can't find a billville licence, dave??
Dr. Headphones: klok: url handy or is it real easy to find?
klokwkdog: Dave - skip directly to Ten Days that Shook the World
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Gotta register
Dave!: I could get a license for my pet fish called Eric
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: Halibut?
Dave!: yes, chose 'im outa thousands, I didn't like the others they were all too flat
klokwkdog: ken - http://www.nytimes.com/2003/12/04/technology/circuits/04truc.html
Dave Pryce: klok, was that Trotsky
shoes for the dead: does eric work for scale?
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I was trotsky
klokwkdog: no, that was Reed, I think, Dave
Dr. Headphones: thanks, klok, i will read and forward to one of my trucker friends
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cease - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: one of the few Americans buried in the Kremlin
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: The yaws is suitably Grisly
Dr. Headphones: how many reds are buried in arlington?
klokwkdog: time to tend to the dinner pot BRB
Dave Pryce: I've seen the film by that name. Also titled "October"
Dave Pryce: not related to the U2 album
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I saw a person w/that in Mombasa Kenya onece, he ,moved like a crab
klokwkdog: check out Reds
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I don't do drugs
Dave Pryce: haven't seen that yet
Dr. Headphones: they's good drugs and they's bad drugs....
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: I avoid the lot
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: W/the exception of the occasional Asprin
Dr. Headphones: i take an aspirin and a multi-vitamin every day, that's about the extent of it if you don't count caffeine and nicotine
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto: well, I gotta hit the rack, so later days all
||||||||| "10:53 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Dave Pryce: there are aspirin rehab clinics, yammy
shoes for the dead: how many dead reds does it take to get a redneack loaded/
Lefty Pyrite: Later Yammie....
Dave Pryce: I take an aspirin a day because there is heart disease in my family
Dave!: drugs are bad, lets drink some coffee!
Dave!: ok so there's de-caf, but...
Dr. Headphones: dave: none in my family (yet) but the doctor said it wouldn't hurt me and might help, so i do it
Dr. Headphones: de-caf is just warm brown water. not for me
shoes for the dead: fake coffee is like lite beer
Dave Pryce: sometimes hot water has a calming effect. Not worth dunking your donuts in though
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Freq Man', just granted probation at 10:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dr. Headphones: no dunking. if god had intended donuts to be dunked, he would have put instructions on them instead of glaze
Dr. Headphones: hi freq
Freq Man: hola amigos
Lefty Pyrite: Howdy Freq
Dave Pryce: LOL dr.
klokwkdog: hi freq
Freq Man: dear dear amigos
shoes for the dead: hey freq
Dave Pryce: howdy freq
shoes for the dead: wrer in the hot tub
Dave Pryce: poached
klokwkdog: ahhhh
klokwkdog: hot water
shoes for the dead: soaking our "doughnuts"
Freq Man: If a watched pot never boils... how long do you think it takes to completely boil dry if you go into the other room to use the computer...
Dr. Headphones: ah, if "those" nuts are doughy, then you need yeast infection help
klokwkdog: i liked the cfsipi description of KFC as "a chicken-flavored donut"
Dave Pryce: I've done it. About an hour
Freq Man: But if feels like SECONDS... man...
Dave Pryce: It's an old trick to heat the house
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: can you give me prof. yeast's address?
Dr. Headphones: ok, dear friends, it's time for me to fade away into the sunset, which is already in progress ;) see ya next time
Dave Pryce: Catherwood's off again
Lefty Pyrite: Dwight Yeast??
klokwkdog: nite ken!
klokwkdog: nice LOTR special on ABC, BTW
||||||||| Dr. Headphones rushes off, saying "11:01 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Freq Man: g'night... sun's been down for hours
Lefty Pyrite: Nite, Ken Phones
Dave Pryce: nite dr
shoes for the dead: bte, DR
Dave Pryce: what's LOTR?
shoes for the dead: right, lefty
Dave!: guys, think I'll go too, got stuff to do, hope it's not as cold as it is here in CO, see you all next week
Merlyn: ok dave
Dave!: "I have a friend above all others"
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:04 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave! by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Lefty Pyrite: Later Dave
shoes for the dead: bye dave:)
Dave Pryce: so long dave
Dave Pryce: This is strange but true. I lost two long-time neighbors within about a day of each other
shoes for the dead: do tou know which one you put on first, lefty?
Dave Pryce: One moved out and the other's house burned
Dave Pryce: just this week
shoes for the dead: bummerama, dave, ya ok?
Dave Pryce: now there's no one on either side of me
Dave Pryce: everyone's ok
shoes for the dead: now tou're in sector M
Dave Pryce: but there's one gutted house next to me
Lefty Pyrite: Dave: rebuilding in winter is a little tough
Freq Man: Man, at first I thought they died...
shoes for the dead: ohh i mean R
Freq Man: You may not get a new neighbor for a while, "See Marge, these houses here are prone to fires"
shoes for the dead: i'm a carpenter, and fire jobs suck
klokwkdog: nite dave
Dave Pryce: well the one that burned had to be 19th century
klokwkdog: did doc tech show?
Freq Man: I imagine... I used to help my uncle on general contracting jobs when I was at Morse Science
Freq Man: klok... I've only been here a few minutes...
shoes for the dead: they wrer probly burnin books
Dave Pryce: only had one doc. Headphones
klokwkdog: well, if he shows, say hi for me; I'm off now
klokwkdog: goodnight all
Lefty Pyrite: Gnite, klok
Dave Pryce: goodnight some
Freq Man: nite klok..
||||||||| "Hey klokwkdog!" ... klokwkdog turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:14 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
shoes for the dead: any way, i'm in montana. you folks?
Merlyn: mpls/st paul
Freq Man: Dallas/Fort Worth Texas
Dave Pryce: NYS
Freq Man: New York Sity??
Dave Pryce: State
Freq Man: heheh :)
shoes for the dead: or staid?
shoes for the dead: syndrome?
Lefty Pyrite: I think I am heading toward the digital door,....nite all and you too Lew
||||||||| Lefty Pyrite runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Lefty Pyrite?! It's 11:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Merlyn: nite
Dave Pryce: nite
Freq Man: Hmmm... flying like drops...
shoes for the dead: door didn'teven hit him in the but :)
Dave Pryce: Who was this Lefty Pyrite? Did he use to be a regular? Why don't I recognize the name?
Freq Man: You'd remember a name like Pyrite...
Merlyn: he said he was new here
Merlyn: skin like babies' feet
Freq Man: awwwwww
shoes for the dead: i'm a new pest, i don't knof
Merlyn: "not from around here"
shoes for the dead: soft eyes tho..
Freq Man: and a silent e
shoes for the dead: bettcha he don't eat cheese
Dave Pryce: well, I'll plan to be llanwydd again next week. Tell Mr. Austin I said hi.
Freq Man: Take it away and he'd sail the seven seas plundering and pillaging...
Merlyn: hokay
Dave Pryce: night folks
Freq Man: or something
Freq Man: night
shoes for the dead: bye dave
Merlyn: bye all
||||||||| At 11:27 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Freq Man: seems kinda like a horror flick... everyone's mysteriously disappearing
shoes for the dead: i should go to timewarp two too
Freq Man: well now...if you two go, this won't me much of a chat room will it now?
Freq Man: Not trying to make you stay... I was just stating a fact...
shoes for the dead: oh christ!! who let the dogs out on Icelandic radio!!
shoes for the dead: i'm allready in timewarp666
Freq Man: ok... well... hmmm... maybe I'll go, and leave the great philosophical questions of life and death to you dear friends... I bid you a fondue...
Freq Man: Take care... keep the shiny side up and the greasy side down.
shoes for the dead: kinda cheezy
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rotonoto inside, makes a note of the time (11:34 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rotonoto: shoes for industry, compadres
Freq Man: ok... Hi Roto... I was about to go go...
Rotonoto: ok will not hold you then
Rotonoto: i'm real late as usual :o)
shoes for the dead: roto saves the room!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts George Stevens in through the front door at 11:35 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Freq Man: well we were losing people... and... well maybe I might stay to type a few more lines of... stuff
Rotonoto: yeah, I'm holding up this corner over here single- handedly
shoes for the dead: second shift?
Freq Man: what happened to your other hand.
Rotonoto: had fight with Windows last night about setting up dialup- so far Windows is winning
Freq Man: Windows 2000... You 0
Rotonoto: nope. lowly 98SE
Freq Man: ok... well, I like your score better than mine
Rotonoto: which is notorious for networking 'gotchas' anyway
Freq Man: Your score and five years ago...
Freq Man: Windows 98 appeared
Rotonoto: exactly- and wrote it on the back of an envelope, too
shoes for the dead: bill's gates on every path
Freq Man: And Steve Jobs said unto Bill Gates:
Rotonoto: so far, compadre- but there may be a penguin in this bozo's future! :o)
Rotonoto: man, staying with windoze much beyond 2006 would take the patience of Jobs
Freq Man: A swimming flightless bird... interesting.
shoes for the dead: (just feel free to pee all over it)
Freq Man: They tastes almost like chicken.
Rotonoto: heh
Freq Man: with freezer burn
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave Pryce - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: I think they might taste a bit more like alligator
Freq Man: Which tastes like peat marinated chicken
Rotonoto: ooooh- peat- marinated- that's even better than mosquito smoked...
shoes for the dead: what does an alligator's soul taste like?
Rotonoto: you tell us temporal types
Freq Man: If you can eat souls, I may have a job for you.
Rotonoto: a good skill? but would be useless in MS HQ
Freq Man: True enough...
Freq Man: You'd starve
Rotonoto: and especially useless inRIAA lawyer central
Freq Man: Let's see... where are all the souls now-a-days? Canada?
Freq Man: Brazil?
Rotonoto: well they hide so well...
shoes for the dead: yea, souls are as nutritous as groat clusters these days
Freq Man: Back to this eating soul thing...
shoes for the dead: they're migratory
Rotonoto: oh, don't encourage him :o)
Freq Man: too late
Freq Man: he's seen us
shoes for the dead: i think there's a season here
shoes for the dead: black powder only
Rotonoto: two extra weeks if you hunt with bow or muzzle loader
Freq Man: what makes a musk rat guard his musk in the gloomy dark and the dusky dusk?
Rotonoto: oh, a old trick puzzle...
Freq Man: what about with a blow gun
Rotonoto: state fish and gamey would have to rule on that one
shoes for the dead: i'mnot into "gunsex"
Rotonoto: there would certainly be a small bag limit, however
Freq Man: They surely would have an opinion on poisoned darts
Freq Man: (Freq suddenly wakes up) ohhhhhhhhhh
Rotonoto: now where does that put lovable Cupid?
shoes for the dead: poacher??
Freq Man: Depends where he wants to be put.
Rotonoto: are you sleep-posting again?
Freq Man: On my wall next to the musk rat
Freq Man: pay no attention to the non-sequitor behind the curtain
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| George Stevens - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rotonoto: my doctor gave me something for that- a gift certificate to Starbucks
Freq Man: George never said nuthin...
Rotonoto: "I'll get you, my pretty pretty- and your little dog, too!"
Freq Man: and... sniff... now he's gone... sniff
Freq Man: that's toto... not too...
Rotonoto: "Hahahahahaha - I'm melting..."
Freq Man: watch those typos or all give ya a little fire!
Freq Man: In the merry old land of Ounce
Rotonoto: question: if there remains only a good witch of the north and south, doesn't that make the world asymetrical?
Rotonoto: "Man crusehd in bizzarre out of balance compass accident"
Freq Man: Like the end of the 1980's version of Flash Gordon... another evil pair of witches will emerge and fill in the gaps...
shoes for the dead: crap! is that where this all started?
Freq Man: Ok... that didn't happen in Flash... but it sounded good at the time.
Rotonoto: "Witnesses asy it was wobbling severely along an east/west axis, and then suddenly plunged from bell tower crushing several souls..." (Film at eleven)
Freq Man: I think the pair of witches were in... um... Sound of Music
shoes for the dead: some movie out of control???
Freq Man: Wuthering Heights
Freq Man: Ghost...
Rotonoto: Sound of Music? Or Witchwes of eastwest?
Freq Man: I'm grasping here... someone help me... HEEEEEELLLLP MEEEEE!
shoes for the dead: i think i've been sold out!
Rotonoto: some evil hacker has written a free replacement witch gfenerator script and released it to the hacker community
Freq Man: Mnmnmnmnmmnmnmnmnm Souled to an Armenian!
Rotonoto: not sold out, merely transferred to the cutout bins and discounted heavily
Freq Man: Keep up if you can
shoes for the dead: armenian soul musik
Freq Man: If you do the same thing every day... deja vu is kinda like torture.
shoes for the dead: lot'sa knee jerks
Rotonoto: yeah, it's deja vous all over again
Rotonoto: is hungry, and not much junk food around
Rotonoto: I'm not touvhing the cheese log, no matter what
Freq Man: Turn keyboard over... lots o' junk in there...
Rotonoto: ahhh, at least a few corn chips remain- now we cah nake whiskey!
shoes for the dead: no hungarian junk/ seule food?
Freq Man: Massive herds of dust mites driving through the plastic serengedi
Freq Man: so sorry for bad spellink
Rotonoto: yesh, neh to
Freq Man: no time to check dictionary... brain tell fingers to SOUND IT OUT
shoes for the dead: rosssy here ott
Rotonoto: writer responsible for all typos he create!
Freq Man: now lets move our fingers one space to the right and touch type ;olr yjod
Rotonoto: stupid dvorak keyboards
Freq Man: plr jrkrlu yjsyld mpy gimmu
shoes for the dead: shit! now i'm 666 points in the hole...
Rotonoto: my kbd spells way better than me
||||||||| 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..
Rotonoto: ah, well- where were you going to redeem tham anyway?
Freq Man: mp oy fprdmy zo nryyrt dyp nrpohm yjod/
Rotonoto: easy for you to say!
Freq Man: o fpmyj yjod yjod od eptlohmh brtu hppf /// od oy?
Rotonoto: I have to run everything by the editorial policy crammittee
shoes for the dead: i was gonna get "smartfingers" implants
Freq Man: That'll keep the homogenized land secreatins busy for a while...
Rotonoto: watch out- there were a lot of bad fingers going around- be sure to get a reputable surgeon
Freq Man: Homogenized Land Secretions... I like the way that rolls out of the barn... hmmmm
Rotonoto: my gf said my fingers were planty smart- said it was my poor manners I needed to work on
shoes for the dead: no, this is a safe upload here in sector
Freq Man: Hmmmm I'll bet she did... I'll bet she did... say no more.
Rotonoto: in sector- uhhh, in sector...
shoes for the dead: M
Rotonoto: uhhhh...
Freq Man: Sector U... for YOU!
Freq Man: Sector I for ME
Rotonoto: because we like U!!
Freq Man: Sector T for 2
shoes for the dead: i don't get utv
Rotonoto: M O< U- hey wait, please don't sue me for cappy wright refringements
shoes for the dead: it's the bees and spiders...
Rotonoto: we only have a modest television machine here.
Freq Man: Then a big mouse was found on Monster island...
Rotonoto: only receives free over-the-air signals, won't accept cable streams
shoes for the dead: you got a gas powered one?
Rotonoto: no solar
Freq Man: I don't like to bring it up in public... but sure...
Rotonoto: yes, sure, but let's move on...
Freq Man: Everything's solar, man... like it came from the sun... the source of all power.
shoes for the dead: (put a sock over it)
Rotonoto: ah, man- saw the funniest 'true story' on internet this past week...
Freq Man: Oh wow... THE WIZ... when Michael didn't look like Liza...
Freq Man: move on down... move on down the roooooooad... We got to...
Freq Man: take it Jimmy!
Rotonoto: buh dee dee dee- that's all folks!
shoes for the dead: ok, too many tubs of slaw
Freq Man: You leaving?
shoes for the dead: ow i gotta go
Rotonoto: nope- you said to 'take it'
Rotonoto: I'm trying to dig up url for hysterical funny from past week...
Freq Man: Oh.... gottcha... right... ok... well... hmmm... I'm going to go boil some water... need some "tea"... ok... just "tea"... be right back... ok?... good...
shoes for the dead: as toy all are letting go
shoes for the dead: this is side five...................................................................................................
||||||||| shoes for the dead leaves to catch the 12:11 AM train to Hellmouth.
Rotonoto: follow in your books and repeat after me...
Freq Man: Hmmmm... he left... I gotta keep an ear out for the tea kettle...
Freq Man: you here or are you there?
Rotonoto: I'm still searching for that url
Freq Man: what you are L?
Freq Man: hysetrical funny... ?
Rotonoto: yeah- aw heck, I can't find it
Rotonoto: guy had person in his bank office sufddenly fart "ostentatiously"...
Rotonoto: came enraged and began shouting at the other man...
Freq Man: William Shatner's career will only be saved if Radio Drama returns as a dominent entertainment medium.
Rotonoto: xcalled on the carpet and warned by mgmt...
Rotonoto: led to series of other warnings, missed work days, eventually the guy was fired...
Rotonoto: essfully sude the bank for 100K dollars
Rotonoto: sued
Rotonoto: and won
Freq Man: so he could fart on demand?... or I guess he could do better... he could do it ostentatiously
Freq Man: wow
Rotonoto: no a visitor to the man's office farted
Freq Man: ohhhhhh
Rotonoto: that launched the guy into a noisy tirade
Rotonoto: in turn got him in trouble with bank mgmt who eventually fired him
Freq Man: worse... one good turn deserves another I guess...
Rotonoto: well one guy was blowing off methane but the bank admin couldn't let him blow off a little steam
Freq Man: You know... there are far greater things to get upset about than gasses...
Rotonoto: (good punchline? wrote it myself using a mixture of me own blood...)
Freq Man: Camode Rage
Rotonoto: oh man, so much humorous rage abounds these days :o)
Freq Man: best way to tackle rage... or make more... laugh at it... hehehehe
Rotonoto: happened in Stockholm, apparently, in case anyone wants to try to google it...
Freq Man: anyone?... heck, it's just you and me (at the moment)
Rotonoto: was supposedly treported in swedish and british papers after lawsuit won by the guy
Freq Man: A lot nicer news than that weirdo cannibal guy.
Rotonoto: i did glean from google search few mion ago that there is apparently some sort of stockholm/flatulence connection (apparently)
Rotonoto: hey, no kidding- what brought that up? :o)
Freq Man: for a minute I thought you wrote "CONVENTION"
Rotonoto: maybe they do have a farting convention, probably poorly attended
Freq Man: oh come on... plenty of 5 to 10 year olds would go...
Freq Man: and go
Freq Man: and go
Rotonoto: no, that's the armpit simulation international competition
Freq Man: right guard really screws up the suction...
Rotonoto: no doubt
Rotonoto: but how many ten year olds are into such products?
Freq Man: just one of several dirty tricks you can pull on your opponent, though
Rotonoto: heh
Rotonoto: ell, we got our first snow here in mid atlantic, about an inch so far...
Rotonoto: have to drive in it tomorrow but fortunately on towards lunch hour, not morning rush mess
Freq Man: My son's 4... and I was making the raspberry sound with my hands... and he was sooooo facinated.. he wanted to learn how to do it.
Rotonoto: you bet- that is definitely a kids area :o)
Freq Man: couldn't get it to happen... it will come in time my son...
Rotonoto: yeah, a kid has to have his dreams :o)
Rotonoto: LOL
Freq Man: Yeah... so you got yourself some snow, huh?
Rotonoto: maybe as much as 6 inches before it is over
Freq Man: Here in TX... we may get down to the 30s this week... maybe...
Rotonoto: we're not that much colder
Rotonoto: around here heavy traffic and tendency to have 'slippery' precip events makes it dicey some times
Freq Man: Any light precip... any time of the year can get dangerous 'round here. oils collect on the roads and don't wash away so at the beginning of any rain, you gotta really watch out.
Rotonoto: probably worst in low rain areas but we get that too
Freq Man: Lots of time inbetween rain-fall lets that happen more I guess
Freq Man: I really should get back to a script I need to edit... I also need to write some PR about our Christmas show "A Trailer Trash Christmas Carol"... so maybe we should call it a night.
Rotonoto: ok rich good to run into you
Freq Man: Fun as always...
Rotonoto: may your week be laugh- filled and free of highway skidding...
Freq Man: You too... take the time to build a little snow man on your car... or someone elses... heeheh
Rotonoto: later dude...
Freq Man: g'night.
Rotonoto: This is Rotonoto signing off: OF.
Rotonoto: Get your hands off me, I'm a newsman, I gotta find out- Reeeebusssss...
||||||||| "Hey Rotonoto!" ... Rotonoto turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:36 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Freq Man - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Compañero Señor Ҹämamøto
Compañero Señor Dave Ҹämamøto
Compañero Señor Dave Yämamøto
Dave Pryce
Dr. Headphones
Dyslexic Dukc
Freq Man
Lefty Pyrite
shoes for the dead
Woody One
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