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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for February 26, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Tom Trauma', just granted probation at 9:25 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| 9:27 AM -- Tom Trauma left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ah,clem into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:50 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:57 PM, dragging Merlyn LeRoy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
ah,clem: hi Merl
Merlyn LeRoy: hey clem
ah,clem: replay of fst show at 9 or there about, skybird radio, same info as last week.
Merlyn LeRoy: you mean tonight during the chat?
ah,clem: station manager OK'ed 3 slots.
Merlyn LeRoy: 9 PM catherwood time?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bob Hind close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
ah,clem: closer to real time (eastern)
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 26, 2004 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Bob Hind: Cheers. On & off tonight. Debate? Watching. Making dinner. Hi!
Merlyn LeRoy: what's the first program, clem?
ah,clem: need link again, Merl?
ah,clem: and then giant rat
ah,clem: hi Bob
||||||||| Catherwood leads Frank Acne Jr inside, makes a note of the time (9:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
ah,clem: make some toads, Bob, company always like the way they hop.
||||||||| Frank Acne Jr leaves to catch the 9:04 PM train to Hellmouth.
ah,clem: quite fright , Rank
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hemlock Stones inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Hemlock Stones: Hello there
ah,clem: wow, the master of deduction, we are graced
ah,clem: rolling now
Hemlock Stones: Ah Coke, i believe it comes in bottles in your country
ah,clem: Merl, check out host bot, I tweeked him a bit
Hemlock Stones: Take notes Poxon
Merlyn LeRoy: and Bottles can't count past ten
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bubba's Brain', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:07 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bubba's Brain: Dr Pepper comes in a bottle....
Hemlock Stones: Perhaps i can assist you gentlemen, what seems to be the problem
ah,clem: hi Bubba
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 9:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bubba's Brain: Hi, ah, Clem.
Bambi: wow, so glad they let me out on probation LOL! Howdy everyone!
ah,clem: hi Bambi
||||||||| Dr. Headphones enters at 9:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends :)
Bambi: hey Ken :)
ah,clem: clickable link wow, nice job Merl
Hemlock Stones: Greetings Mon Ami
Bambi: hi clem :)
Dr. Headphones: bambi: probation for what? i didn't know you were offensive, er, had offended
||||||||| Catherwood enters with LiliLamont close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dr. Headphones: howdy, miss lili
Bambi: hi lili :)
LiliLamont: Great Scott, the place is crawling with Fireheads!
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll keep it handy
Dr. Headphones: damn cat just sneezed and got snot all over my glasses. will return in a few
ah,clem: don't be nice to Bambi, she likes it that way.
LiliLamont: Hi, Dr. H, Bambi, and everyone else.
ah,clem: hi lil
Bob Hind: Boof Baff on CNN.
LiliLamont: Hi, I'm waiting on Doc to show up for dinner. He is characteristically late.
Bambi: we are supposed to get some wintry mix weather over night tonight ... will be glad when spring finally has sprung!
Dr. Headphones: ok, i'm back and the world does NOT have spots on it :)
LiliLamont: Boof Baff? Are you referring to the dem debate?
Bubba's Brain: charismatically late? what?
Bambi: glad to hear that Ken :)
Dr. Headphones: bambi: 50s on sat and sun here, grill coming out of garage, got some brats defrosting as we speak (well, as we type and read)
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
LiliLamont: Sometimes he's charasmatic.
ah,clem: hi Dave
Dr. Headphones: hey dave, make you could glad it
Bambi: hi Dave :)
Dave: I HATE SIT COMS
Bambi: lili :)
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Phuck Fonics', just granted probation at 9:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
LiliLamont: Then don't sit on them!
Dave: lol Ken
Dr. Headphones: hello, fonics
Bambi: Ken ... we will have 60s here Saturday after this mess through Friday morning.
Dr. Headphones: dave: do you hate dot coms too?
Phuck Fonics: Greetings
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Blue Suede Yämamøto in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dr. Headphones: oh, please, no greetings. last time i got those, tricky dicky invited me to join his army
LiliLamont: 60s? Must be nice. We had a dusting of snow this week on the CT. shoreline. I have a huge bag o' salt in the trunk of my car, and another by the back door.
Phuck Fonics: Greetings
Dave: damn this thing refreshes fast with hyperthreading on
Bubba's Brain: I've got a new little online game based on somethign friends from college used to play with a pencil and comics page in college -- http://www.weberdigitalmedia.com/FC.html try it out.
LiliLamont: Hi, Phuck. How the phuck are you?
Dr. Headphones: i have a hyperthreaded shirt
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Did you do the noble thing: join the guard and not show up
Phuck Fonics: Such languageeee!
LiliLamont: I'll bet it itches like a bitch.
Bubba's Brain: as long as it's not hyperlinked
LiliLamont: Well, I've always been proud of my vocabulary and my skill with language structure.
Phuck Fonics: Where do you pick up such phuckin' talk from, I just never heard such speakin'.
Dr. Headphones: ah so, mr. yamamoto :)
Hemlock Stones: (Thinks..) it must be some strange dialect they speak here in the colonies
Dr. Headphones: hemlock stones? my exwife had kidney stones once, you might be related
Blue Suede Yämamøto: The stranger the better I say
Hemlock Stones: Make a note of that Watson!
Phuck Fonics: changer in a change land
LiliLamont: You don't know the half of it. You have to consider that W went to Yale, right up the road from me, and he sounds and acts like a phucking hick. Wait a minute... he IS a fucking hick. Or at least, a sanctimonious prick.
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Bet he's known yr ex: Hemlock Stones gets around more than kidney stones
Phuck Fonics: that makes cents
Dr. Headphones: or farthings, for mr. stones who appears to be of the british persuasion
Bob Hind: He's not very bright. W, I mean.
Phuck Fonics: I hope to rise to hick strata, someday - with lots of hard work & sacrifice.
LiliLamont: Have you ever tried to persuade a Brit? It ain'e easy.
Dr. Headphones: a farthing for a starling? will inflation never stop?
LiliLamont: My typing sucks.
Merlyn LeRoy: a quarter-thruppence
Hemlock Stones: exits to boys room with bottle of coke
||||||||| "9:20 PM? 9:20 PM!!" says Catherwood, "stephnfosterkane-o'klok should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as stephnfosterkane-o'klok enters and sits on the couch.
Dr. Headphones: i made a mass invitation on a group of about 300 people to join our chat, not sure if any of the new faces here are them or not. if so, hello, if not, hello anyway
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Oh BTW guise: Why does everybody hate Clear Channel?
LiliLamont: No, Bob, he is not. With any luck, the rest of the country will come to that realization.
Dr. Headphones: hi klok
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: is that like the mass invitation Mel Gibson gave out?
Dr. Headphones: yam: because they are a stinkin' corporate monopoly that cares only about money
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: howdy everyone
LiliLamont: Klok! sweetie! lover! love chunks! How the hell are you?
Dr. Headphones: klok: no, mel is catholic and i'm not
LiliLamont: I don't think I would want to go to Mass with Mel Gibson. I'm a recovering Catholic, and he is definitely way out there.
ah,clem: anyone here on skybird, ?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: hmm. have i been having one of my spells again? if so, apologies lili. those violin movies do it every time
LiliLamont: I am.
Merlyn LeRoy: I am
Dr. Headphones: i've been to two masses in my life. one was a folk christmas mass and another was a wedding mass. i made fool of myself both times by not kneeling or speaking at the correct times
Merlyn LeRoy: fudd's law
ah,clem: I really love this album
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Ken: NO! It's because the Democrats hate Rus Limbaugh
LiliLamont: Just bob up and down. They'll never notice.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: no, i think he went out there and came back, which is the problem for us...
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Rush even
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: i die every night...
Phuck Fonics: Well, not Catholic but catholic - if I'ze remember the definition correctly.
Bob Hind: There's a disturbing mass in my bathtub drain. I think it's alive.
Dr. Headphones: big C is church of rome, small c is universal. right?
Dr. Headphones: bob: throw some wine and bread crumbs on it, then it's holy
Phuck Fonics: yep
LiliLamont: Correctomundo, Sahib.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: what is so funny -- i sent the link to Ken -- is that all the masses RUSH'ing to Mel's Jesus Chainsaw Massacre are devout Protestants
Bubba's Brain: Must be holy water in your bathtub if there's a mass in your drain.
Phuck Fonics: the livin' mass in the sink?
Dr. Headphones: domino, domino, domino, you're all pizzas now
Phuck Fonics: sounds like an Oral Robert's show
Blue Suede Yämamøto: I was gonna say whack it w/a stick but not if it's holy
LiliLamont: Does it resemble a pod person?
Merlyn LeRoy: will that make me sing flat?
Bob Hind: It's throbbing. I think it has eyes.
Bubba's Brain: domino nabisco
LiliLamont: Depends. Are you lying down?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: and these are the ones who in the 1500s got RID of all the icons, the passion plays, the stained glass windows with images on them (sound like Taliban to anyone else?)
Dr. Headphones: klok: i will not go see that movie. should i ever be anywhere with friend showing it on vhs or dvd, i might watch it
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Vatican II in yr plumbing
Blue Suede Yämamøto: Vatican II in yr plumbing
Dr. Headphones: got rid of the icons? a clean desktop awaits me :)
Phuck Fonics: Rash Limp Pa's (a.k.a. Rush Limbaugh) favorite song?
Phuck Fonics: "Yankee Do Drugs"
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: Yankee Go Home
Bob Hind: Perhaps.
LiliLamont: I read the Times review (with gory picture) by A.O. Scott. I have no desire to see it. Did you read about the woman who had a heart attack during the film and died?
Dr. Headphones: nader go home
Phuck Fonics: Hey, how about that Coward Sterno gettin' (slightly) cancellllled.
Merlyn LeRoy: filmed in SCREAM-O-RAMA
Bubba's Brain: nadir?
Dr. Headphones: yeah, lili, but she's sitting on the right hand of god now. and boy is he pissed--wants her to move
LiliLamont: What the hell is Nader thinking?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Seej into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:26 PM, then departs.
Bob Hind: Ralph Zenith?
Dr. Headphones: hey seej
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: wonderful word image in NYT today. Iraq-Iran border. people riding donkeys back and forth across it like it wasn't there
Phuck Fonics: Nader the dancing organ grinding monkey in the Hiter Dee - Hitler Dum dance.
LiliLamont: Dr. H: I know I would.
Bob Hind: afk for a bit
Dr. Headphones: klok: i'm sure they notice the color change from blue to pink though....
Bubba's Brain: holy seejuz!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:27 PM and Dexter Fong steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: an hour away, there is suddenly a couple hundred feet of this BIG fence. Armed Iranian and Iraqi border guards stand and stare at each other
Dexter Fong: Wow! What a crowd
Dr. Headphones: fong alert! hide the kids and put the pets out on the porch!
Dexter Fong: Thank you Ken
LiliLamont: Dex! Honey! Baby! Sweetie! (I'm flirting with everyone tonight, since Doc's not here yet.)
Bubba's Brain: Fong! Fong! Fong!
ah,clem: hi Dex
Dexter Fong: I hate working with kids and animals
Bambi: howdy dex
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: yeah, the gray ones have been falling off the edge; we need to all get bigger monitors (or better glasses...speaking of which, I should go "better" my glass...)
Phuck Fonics: Phong
Dexter Fong: Ah Lili, pearl of the Valley
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: why can't you flirt with us when Doc is here?
LiliLamont: Klok! What a great idea! I think I'll do the same.
LiliLamont: Because he hogs the keyboard.
Dexter Fong: Jeeze where do I start with greetings and salutation
Phuck Fonics: Is Doc on Holiday. (old west humor)
stephnfosterkane-o'klok anguishes - flirt or refill??
Dexter Fong: Happy belated to Klok and Bambi (see I *do* read the log)
Dr. Headphones: dex: make it a navajo blanket greeting
LiliLamont: Nope. He's just slow to appear. Typical.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: what does she mean by that?...
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: thank you, Dex
LiliLamont: Both, Klok. BRB.
Dexter Fong: OI Yam
Bambi: thanks Dex :)
Dexter Fong: And greivings to the new names who may well be old faces
Phuck Fonics: OLD as crap, indeed.
Dr. Headphones: shh, don't talk about old faces, we're ALL young here
||||||||| Coalin Trowel sneaks in around 9:32 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: And thanks Merl for the accompanment now appearing at the top 'o the page
Coalin Trowel: Hiya All!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:32 PM and late as usual, it's Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!, just back from Billville."
Dr. Headphones: hi, coal
Coalin Trowel: Howdy Phones
Dr. Headphones: multiple yammies tonight, we are truly blessed
Dexter Fong: Coal! You talking to Coal, Bill?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: OI Coal, ya dirty bastid
Coalin Trowel: Yo Yammi
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Connexion Problems solly
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwyddorsomeonelikehim in through the front door at 9:33 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: hey folks
Dexter Fong: Ilan, hey there
Dr. Headphones: llan is here, rejoice and be jubilant
Coalin Trowel: Hey alphabet!
Bob Hind: Let's make a constitutional amendment about presidents that lie. (Al Sharpton, live on CNN)
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: ooii doull ll
Bob Hind: afk again
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: hi Ilan!
Phuck Fonics: Anti-U.S. Kurdish Militants Rebounding, Officials Say?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: well that came out well
||||||||| Elayne waltzes in at 9:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: yeah, the little story about the "border" is a hoot
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Phuck Fonics: Sounds like a hit basketball show
Coalin Trowel: Hi E!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: oi E!
Dr. Headphones: hello, miss elayne :)
Elayne: Evenin' all! Wow, crowded in here tonight!
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: wish I could pick up skybird
Bubba's Brain: Eeeeee!
ah,clem: oi Yammy
Dr. Headphones: hind: keep us informed. i'm watching csi on cbs instead
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Border? May I see your passport?
ah,clem: hi E!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: as is the scary resemblence of bjorn-again groups to Taliban
ah,clem: hi E!
Phuck Fonics: see bs
Elayne: Sorry I'm a bit late, been watching an AbFab marathon on Oxygen. All new (2003) episodes.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: somebody painted mine brown!
Coalin Trowel: The elevator is stuck with all these people in here...
Elayne: I think that was the last plot, Coalin!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: this hasn't happened to me since Dylan's 71 tour!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Paint it brown
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, I forgot mark time is in bozos
Dexter Fong: Are we not all in your family, Coalin?
Dr. Headphones: e: abs of steel?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: int it Black!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: how do you like our city?
LiliLamont: Elayne: No shit? I wish I could get Oxygen. And air, too.
Elayne: No wait, it was "Saffron has her baby." That's the other sitcom cliche plot.
Bob Hind: Speaking Russian?
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: lot of names I don't recognize
Phuck Fonics: the times they r a makin' change
Bob Hind: Only pretending to be afk. Half-here.
Elayne: The episode currently on (again, only a few months old) has Elton John guest-starring. Should be suitably bizarre.
Dr. Headphones: change: i want 2 tens for this five, please
Phuck Fonics: Rushin' to hear Rush - nay
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Chump change, Chump: Can't afford no shoes
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: can Elton act?
Elayne: Dunno, llan, but I think we'll find out.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: we're in Spanish tonight, Ilan, that's all
Phuck Fonics: CAN ELTON ACT!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Rush is amusing because he's so stupid
LiliLamont: Doc just called, He will be here in 20 minutes. since he said he'd be here between 9 and 9:30, that means I have a little time. But first, my beverage calls. BRB.
Elayne: Back shortly. Going to watch his entrance.
Dr. Headphones: hola, amigos, donde esta el baño?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: whose entrance?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: El Tres door a la izquierda
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: Ken - profundo musto!
ah,clem: el banyo es aqi
Coalin Trowel: Out the In entrance..?
Dexter Fong: Banyo, it must be Bluegrass time
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Banjo? Can Ya Plauy Swanee Ribber?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: loco banjo great balls of fire, what's happenin' here? am i seein' double?
Phuck Fonics: to the tune of
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: interesting question: Who's more irritating? Limbaugh or Falwell?
Dexter Fong: No but I can play it Yam
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: on TV?
Dexter Fong: HIDEF
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: God what a choice
Bob Hind: I yam what I yam.
Dr. Headphones: falwell, without a doubt
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Blue Suede Yämamøto - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Limbot has better taste in drugs, I'd say
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: I can't tell who's worse
Dexter Fong: They're both scum who cares
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: all 6 million of us gathered in my apartment. wait a minute! this is MY apartment!
Phuck Fonics: to the tune of "Yankee Doodle"
stephnfosterkane-o'klok can't tell who's who without a scorecard
Phuck Fonics: Rush Limbaugh is on the air
stephnfosterkane-o'klok has been waiting to score all night
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Falwell is the worse scum, Rushie's an expendable brownshirt
Dexter Fong: What a card
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: he's always full of it
Dr. Headphones: is he taking howard stern's place?
Phuck Fonics: bitching about drug users
Bambi: hi Yammy
Phuck Fonics: Then during each commercial break
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: as opposed to a blackshirt?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: oi bambi
Phuck Fonics: he was a drug abuser
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: maybe someone could get them all mad at each other, would be fun to watch, like a cockfight
Bambi: been a bit busy here ... missing everyone coming and going LOL
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Think about it LL
Dexter Fong: Rush is now using Ibocaine
Phuck Fonics: Rush Limbaugh is really UP
Phuck Fonics: eating drugs like candy
Bubba's Brain: ....
Dexter Fong: Sniffing candy like drugs
Phuck Fonics: calling for tougher drug laws
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Jacked up like Elvis
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: but he's coming down
Phuck Fonics: while keeping his stash handy
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Stealing Candy and Drugs from babies
ah,clem: nice group tough
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: who cares what color his shirt is; the question should be "Was it union-made?"
Phuck Fonics: Bush said that he likes Limbaugh
Dexter Fong: Keep your hands off my 'stache
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: What does Laura think about that?
Phuck Fonics: and I think we all know why
Dr. Headphones: was it ghosts or goatees?
Phuck Fonics: Both have been so stoned that they were
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Bush has demonstrated hi bad taste in nealy anything ad infinitum
Merlyn LeRoy: what if it's a handle bar moustache
Phuck Fonics: above Lucy in the sky
Merlyn LeRoy: a goatee with handlebars
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: is he any relation to Ali bar-moustache?
Phuck Fonics: *repeat chours*
Dexter Fong: Merl: Look ma! No handlebars
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Coke or Oxycontin?
Dr. Headphones: did anyone read about the texas guv being accused of infidelity...with a MAN? a good republican, he is
Dr. Headphones: yam: pepsi, please
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: you don't see many Arabs with handlebars
Dexter Fong: Too bad it's texas...he can't do the right thing and get married
ah,clem: bozos almost over, The Tale of the Giant Rat next.
Merlyn LeRoy: he should be able to marry to make an honest man of him
Phuck Fonics: A bombin' bonobo, yeh?
LiliLamont: Coke's always worked for me.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: look ma! my christopher reeve imitation!
Dr. Headphones: mmm, giant rat, boiled with barley and garlic
Dr. Headphones: chimp change, fonics
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Arent the friggin HIPPIES supposed to be in charge? What the hell ever happened to the NOW generation?
Phuck Fonics: They may all be Bozos, but, they ain't all Bonobos.
Dexter Fong: Barely boiled
LiliLamont: I'll have some strawberry tart without so much rat in it.
ah,clem: you will like this, Mr. Stones
Coalin Trowel: How about a George Reeves imitation
Elayne: Okay, back. Very good episode, but Sir Elton hasn't shown yet.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: Giant Rat on Skybird Radio next? What a treat! Good rat article in NYT Sunday. Apparently not as many resident as claimed. NY may lose a Senator...
Dexter Fong blows into a tube
LiliLamont: Back to the galley for me. Doc should be arrivng momentarily.
Dr. Headphones: able to leap tall buildings with a single trampoline....look, up in the sky.....
Phuck Fonics: How about Steve Reeves from "Jail Bait"."
Dexter Fong: Golly Lili, the galley again?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: make him cook!
||||||||| Bubba's Brain walks away to The Portrait Gallery.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: no that's Agnes Moorehead
Phuck Fonics: Steve Reeves *bang*
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: you stay and butter us up!
Coalin Trowel: You're suppose to live in tubes and push buttons and live outside The Law of Gravity!
||||||||| Bubba's Brain has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:47 PM.
Phuck Fonics: Wasn't Aunt Haggitha HOT!?!
Dexter Fong: WB Bubba
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: hey bub
Dr. Headphones: and uncle haggis, there's a man to envy
Bubba's Brain: Wubba Wubba Wubba
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: welcom mr B!
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu gotta envy him, he's got an extra stomach
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mrmuckle', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Phuck Fonics: Brocca's Burger - Bubba's brain
Dexter Fong: Mr Muckle, honey
Dr. Headphones: howdy, muckle
||||||||| "9:49 PM? I'm late!" exclaims mrmuckle, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok ruminates on a rival ruminant showing up
Coalin Trowel: Hey Muck
||||||||| "9:49 PM? 9:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mrmuckle should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mrmuckle enters and sits on the couch.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: howdy muck
ah,clem: cool Merl
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: oi
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: again
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: gad, it's like Iraq! well, bring 'em on!
Phuck Fonics: or was if, Broca?
Merlyn LeRoy: been a while, muckle
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: welcome to tonight's FIRESIGN ARMY
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Just a bit
Phuck Fonics: if?
mrmuckle: Ja. But I's here again
Dr. Headphones: 'ten HUT!
Dexter Fong: ANyone remember who was here a couple of weeks back looking for Mr Muckle?
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dave - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Seej - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
mrmuckle: I DIDN'T DO IT!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I don't do Armies, Cadres and brigades, pls
Merlyn LeRoy: it's awfully suspicious
Bambi: wow, two lucky enough to be dead from the plague at one time!
Bubba's Brain: its plauge!!!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: the point was that you DID, Muckle, and they had PROOF!
Phuck Fonics: Mrs. Muckle?
Coalin Trowel: One swipe of his blade and The Reeper moves on ...
Dexter Fong: It's a trend
stephnfosterkane-o'klok does mail search for "Muckle"
mrmuckle: trendy place
Dexter Fong: Good thinking klok
Dr. Headphones: it's contagious. everyone stop breathing
Dexter Fong: Stop breeding?
Bubba's Brain: you may be a king or a lowly street sweeper, but sooner or later, you dance with the reaper....
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Breeding?
mrmuckle: I didn't exhale
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: THAT up
stephnfosterkane-o'klok doesn't think, he...um, muddles by...
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: let's observe a moment of breathlessness
Phuck Fonics: Ex Hale's Navy
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I didn't inhale
Coalin Trowel: Step on his toes, he can't dance...
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: use the Nair Guard
Dr. Headphones: hell, i can't dance if you don't step on my toes
Dexter Fong: Dance on his toes, that's my next step
Bambi: we now have two cockatiels ... a male (our Yoda) and now a female (Paddy, short for Padowan meaning apprentice on Star Wars) ... very nice disposition too
Phuck Fonics: Nair Lee a man is still alive
Phuck Fonics: and Mrs. Lee
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:53 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Bambi, I'd like a cocktail please...A Tom Collins I think
Dr. Headphones: bambi: do they like each other?
Dr. Headphones: ROTO! so happy you here
Bambi: hey RotoDave :)
Coalin Trowel: Howdy Roto!
mrmuckle: don't forget Bruce
Rotonoto: Is this thing on? (tap tap tap) Thank you senator...
Dexter Fong: Oh Roto, So long...You've been gone
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Don't forget Peggy Lee
Bambi: well, they are getting used to each other
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: no hits, strange, i rmember it
Bambi: only got Paddy night before last
Dr. Headphones: is that all there is? you give me fever!
ah,clem: they are still making friends,
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Or Jet li
Bambi: (they aren't killing each other LOL)
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: hey, roto! hail roto. gotta be woodwork night...
Dr. Headphones: bambi: did you hear the slightly off color joke about the bird the priest owned and the one the drunkard owned?
Phuck Fonics: Peggy Lee & Judy Garland (PBS last night)
ah,clem: ing t each other now, an new development.
Dexter Fong: a
Bambi: Yoda is 7 yrs old and Paddy is about 5 yrs old ... both have been the only bird in their family ... so could take some time ... Yoda's nose is out of joint at the moment.
Dexter Fong: Put a splint on it
Bambi: no I don't think I heard that one Ken
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I didn't know birds had nozes
ah,clem: Paddy was calljng to me to let her out, I ignored that, now they are talking.
mrmuckle: me too either
Bambi: yeah, I hear them up here :)
Rotonoto: woodwork? as in "...crawled outa the woodwork"?
Dr. Headphones: ok, the drunkard's bird could only curse. the priest's bird could only pray and say the rosary.
Dexter Fong: Beak ind to or feathered friends
Bambi: actually I guess it would be beak out of joint ... but they are talking to each other now :)
Dr. Headphones: the cursing bird was put with the praying bird, who then dropped his beads, said, "my prayers have been answered. let's get it on, honey"
Rotonoto: "...crawled outs the woodwork wearing ladies shoes..."
Rotonoto: "...repeated everything anybody said..."
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Ed Wood?
mrmuckle: good un
Dexter Fong: "Ladies Shoes, by Ken of Michigan
Phuck Fonics: Jail Bait - directed by Ed Wood
Dr. Headphones: i do NOT have ladies shoes. i'm wearing my lovely blue terrycloth house slippers at the moment though
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: starting to fade. hgjfdghfjfjd
mrmuckle: Ed would WHAT?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Fish or Jail Bait, I say
Dr. Headphones: holy, llanwydd, it's a miracle, he's back from the nearly dead
Dexter Fong: DH: Don' lie to me baby...I seen those pitures, man
Phuck Fonics: bare feet, here
Rotonoto: (Roto hungrily devours greasy pieces of fried chicken and gradually comes "back to life")
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: the freshly dead
ah,clem: now Yoda on "her side of cage" she on "his"
Phuck Fonics: Ed Wood directed and co-wrote "Jail Bait."
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Cant afford no shoes
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: I'm grateful
Dexter Fong: Just cuase you don' wear 'em on your feet
ah,clem: Yoda s very confused.
Phuck Fonics: Steve Reeves first film
||||||||| Outside, the 9:59 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dave coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Phuck Fonics: bare foot, here, too
Dr. Headphones: somehow my cats reversed them last night. when i got up, i ended up putting them on wrong feet, felt funny, got to bottom of stairs and looked, realized a cruel trick had been played on me
Dexter Fong: WB Dave
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: ya
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: ja
Dexter Fong: Ken: Feline kinda foolish were you?
Dr. Headphones: roto: bird flu in a bucket?
Coalin Trowel: Dave Here!....again.
Dave: hold on, gonna put a ! after my name so I can tell the difference
Phuck Fonics -) fe line
||||||||| Dave departs at 10:00 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dr. Headphones: lol, dex!
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: nite dave
Rotonoto: count your blessings ken- if they were really mad at you, they would have left presents in your shoes
||||||||| 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 Dave! disembarks at 10:00 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: nite dave
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Dave!
Dr. Headphones: dave!!!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: dex, ken, I can't find the mrmuckle thing. where IS mrmuckle, anyhoo
Dexter Fong: lol, Klok is our offical greeter
Dr. Headphones: yes, roto, that's been done before. i did not like that surprise at all
Dexter Fong: Klok: He's marked as away
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: oh, wrong way. i was off searching the email mine
Elayne: Well, that was a lot of fun. Highly recommended. AbFab takes some getting used to, but I'm starting to get into it a bit more.
Dr. Headphones: awol?
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Catherwood still has my hat and goat
Phuck Fonics: http://www.ic-musicmedia.com/TOR
Dr. Headphones: you'll never get MY goat!
Dexter Fong: Was it Freq Man who was looking for him..damned if I can remember
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: but he showed up for his physical!
Elayne: Sir Elton held his own, as it were.
Phuck Fonics: now you can settle the bet
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: You mine yr email? Didja find a heart of gold?
Rotonoto: I have a friend whose siamese loves the smell of my shoes, wears one shoe over his head and rolls around on his back contentedly
Coalin Trowel: Now, hold it over here!
Phuck Fonics: ttfn
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:03 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Billville."
Bob Hind: Glad to.
Rotonoto: now hold it up to the light!
Bunnyboy: lo dere
stephnfosterkane-o'klok loves Giant Rat...
Elayne turns on the Skybird...
Dexter Fong: Hey Bb
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: hi bb
Elayne: Ah, very nice! Thanks again for doing this, clem.
Bunnyboy: Big room! Old school preachin' tonite!
Elayne: Hello Bunnyboy!
Dr. Headphones: hi, bun
ah,clem: one of my favourites, obviously.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I can't get the skyboid to work
Dexter Fong: Oyster
Bunnyboy: Elayne: Emerald City Comicon on Sunday, Seahawks Stadium.
Dexter Fong: Yam: YOu still on dial-up
Elayne: I need to get Robin to listen to this one more.
ah,clem: always a pleasure, Elayne
Elayne: Oh yes, Bunnyboy, look for Laura Gjovaag!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Ya
||||||||| "10:05 PM? 10:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "doctec should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as doctec enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Joe Beets
Dr. Headphones: clem is a nice guy, even if others don't agree ;)
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Just dropped $700 on car
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: hey doc
Dexter Fong: Hi DT
doctec: uh, room for one more
Elayne: Laura's my blog "techie" and friend. Really great gal. She could use some friendly faces, she's going through a bit of a rough spot now.
Elayne: Hey Tom!
Coalin Trowel: What do you doctec, antway?
doctec: (geez, not much wiggle room here...)
Bunnyboy: lo doktor
Elayne: "The worst electora-- electrical crisis..." heh, prescient again...
Dr. Headphones: hey doc
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: hey DT
doctec: hi there - lili went to the kitchen to work on chow
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: not in my country club!
ah,clem: got permission from stream owner to retransmit every "a few minutes" at this time each week.
Dr. Headphones: go ahead, doc, wiggle again. that felt remarkably good to me ;)
Dexter Fong: Hello to that twisted genius
Bambi: hey doc
ah,clem: try to do one each week
Dexter Fong: wow
doctec: coalin: i'm a web e-commerce perl programmer by day, electronic musician and rabid billiards maven in the off hours
Rotonoto: yes, and hello to the skeptic inside you that still believes that pigs live in trees, and...
Bunnyboy: What balls he has!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: (and that's the things he can tell you about
Elayne: Of course, twice a year you're Captain Equinox.
Bunnyboy: That's my cue.
Coalin Trowel: Can you tap dance while doing all this?
Bunnyboy: I'll corner that pocket if it's the last thing I do!
Dexter Fong: Chalk up another for Bb
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: actually, Roto, there's recent proof that pigs long ago came out of the trees to walk on land. this is when their intelligence took a giant leap
Bob Hind: Who am us anyway?
Rotonoto: arch enemy of Captain Metamucil
Bunnyboy: It's how I've always felt.
Bunnyboy: Chalk one up for me!
Dr. Headphones: tap dance, tap beer, i don't care
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: why, contrast them with those kangaroos in New Guinea who still live in trees.
doctec: totally weird thing happened last night: i got an email from a friend of a long lost college pal - said pal had made copies of some ancient electronic music of mine and he was looking for me to find out (a) if i was still doing music and (b) how he could get hold of new copies of my old stuff since he had worn out his cassette copies
||||||||| At 10:09 PM, Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: You must lead a cushy life BB
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: ...only to find out that he had the last surviving copy of a long-lost session...
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: ancient electronics! Fascinating!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phuck Fonics - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: That's quite cool, Tom!
Dr. Headphones: i have a one-of-a-kind cassette tape of an old band i was in that has come off the rewind hub. would like to get it repaired and transfer to cd so i can share with others
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: "just a shot away" -- I missed that!
Bunnyboy: Hey, y'all hear that The Who are headlining the 2004 Isle of Wight Festival this June?
Bambi: hi Elayne
doctec: steve/klok: no way, i'm a pack rat, i save everthing - i've got reel to reel tapes dating back to my first forays in recording back in '75 or '76
Dr. Headphones: who's on first?
Bunnyboy: And playing 3 club dates in London in March, prior to a Royal Albert Hall appearance.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Who's Who these days?
Dexter Fong: Yes
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: You mean, you mean...darn, Dylan is going to be a no-show again?
doctec: dr. h. : "came off the rewind hub - you mean it's a pile of spaghetti in a box somewhere?
Bunnyboy: AND releasing a new greatest hits title, THEN AND NOW, with 2 new tracks.
Rotonoto: but first this important massage from our sponsor, Dunk of Madness Motors...
Elayne: Hey Bambi! Don't mind me, still multitasking a bit...
Coalin Trowel: Ruttles..?
ah,clem: Ken, send it to me, Ican fix that tape, no prob
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: I think Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker ought to join the Who
Bunnyboy: "Happy Birthday to..." "Listen. I get PAID to sing!"
Bambi: me too Elayne :)
doctec: hope you're enjoying the all night images
Dr. Headphones: doc: no, i mean it's all on one spool inside the plastic and can't be moved past the heads to play
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: yeah, maybe I'll bring some of my 4-tracks by -- nobody can play those anymore, worse than Edison cylinders
Elayne: Isn't "The Who" pretty much just Daltry and Townshend now?
Dr. Headphones: clem! you're a lifesaver (hmmm, lime?)
Elayne: I mean, half the original band isn't with us any more, seems weird to keep calling themselves that.
Bunnyboy: Jack Bruce has been ill recently, I understand. And Ginger Baker...well, try cutting that ego with a chainsaw!
Bambi: that's my clem :)
Bunnyboy: Greg Lake played bass on one of the new tracks. Zak Starkey has been their tour drummer for about the last 7 years.
Dr. Headphones: greg lake as in e.l.p.? i thought he was dead
doctec: dr. h.: very interesting - eminently repairabe. even if the cassette shell is sealed (no screws), it can be pried apart and installed in a new shell
ah,clem: if you do not have mail info, email, and I'll fill that in,, Ken, but that is not a big problem.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Chris Squire and Alan White might even be a good rhythm section for The Who.
||||||||| Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! sneaks in around 10:15 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: They wouldn't do it though
Bunnyboy: klok: Y'ever hear FACTORY SHOWROOM, by They Might Be Giants? It features a track called I CAN HEAR YOU, recorded on an Edison cylinder, at the museum\lab in...is it Rahway, NJ?
Dr. Headphones: i will attempt to find it. i know it's in a box in the basement, and i think i can find quickly. clem, i think i still have your address, will look
Dr. Headphones: YES!
Bunnyboy: Carl Anderson, RIP
stephnfosterkane-o'klok has dealt with many a past-its-go-bad-by Books on Tape cassette, but Ken's sounds like a prof. job...
Elayne: Bunnyboy, probably Menlo Park.
Bunnyboy: Classic Yes is presently on tour, as is Deep Purple (without Richie Blackmore).
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I had a prof job once, enjoyed it immensely
Dexter Fong: Menlo Park, the Universal Life Shurch guy?
Bunnyboy: Elayne: Yes, Menlo Park, thanks.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: actually, there are plenty of Edison players around, but getting to be darned few 9-track tape units and extremely few (mostly in E. Europe) 7-track ones. And 8" floppies? Well...
Merlyn LeRoy: If you're planning on going to the April 1 show, tickets are almost gone, I had to get "obstructed view" (first row balcony)
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: by comparison, 8-tracks have become a fetish and are quite available
Dr. Headphones: bun: i just got a couple of yes dvd's of live appearances from the 60s through 90s
Bunnyboy: Search them! They're hiding their FAITH!
Bunnyboy: (removes mask, faces bomb) I reveal myself to my Lord.
Dexter Fong: Searches by Faith & Begorra
doctec: that kind of cassette repair job is not too difficult if all the tape is on one spool - the tape can be attached to the takeup spool by inserting it in the little gap with the snap-in plastic piece that holds the tape on the spool
Bunnyboy: techy is Docky
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 10:19 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Phil Austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
doctec: hey steve/klok: i have an old 8-track car cassette player that's never been installed in a car, it's pristine
Merlyn LeRoy: hey phil
Bunnyboy: Old school preachin' tonite!
Dexter Fong: Hey Phil, you're early
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: get thee to e-Bay!
Coalin Trowel: Howdy Phil!
Elayne: Hi Phil!
Phil Austin: Not a clue what is happening. Just got home and remembered.
Bambi: Hi Phil!
ah,clem: doc, we know this, but you are takking me out of the chance to do a favor for a dear friend.
Elayne: eBay? Wait, they're selling Menlo Park?
Phil Austin: Hi, everyone
Dr. Headphones: hi phil :)
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: hey Phil!
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: watch out Phil, with an audience this big, we might get out of control!
Bambi: Elayne you can listen to some cylinders on that Menlo Park site
Elayne: I wouldn't give you a plugged nickel for Cranford, but Menlo Park, that's something else entirely.
ah,clem: hi Phil, good to see you
Dexter Fong: Step away from the celbrity
Dexter Fong: celebrity
Dave!: it's Phil! welcome to your own chat lad, grab a pint and whatever else is lying around here, watch out for that rat though
Phil Austin: I'm desperately reading to see who's here ...
stephnfosterkane-o'klok is glad PA, at least, can afford the treatments. Short term memory is gone
Elayne: I don't have the cylinders toget there, Bambi. Not terribly accessible by public transit, I'll warrant.
doctec: hi phil - i just told lili you signed on and she said, from the kitchen as she is preparing dinner: "it;s about f*cking time - and he's early too!" (don't be fooled, she's actually quite happy you're here - as am i)
Dr. Headphones: all of us are here, in one place alone
Bunnyboy: lo Mister President!
Coalin Trowel: I'm here,...I think?
Phil Austin: Has Mr.Muck disappeared?
Coalin Trowel: Muck was here eralier
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: not completely ;-)
Bambi: he is fading fast but not truly gone yet
Dexter Fong: He away Phil
Rotonoto: you don't want to count the elevator boy?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: he's parenthetical person right now
Dexter Fong: But not gone
Bunnyboy: The Stranger ran a lovely mock banner this week: RALPH NADER IS A MEGLOMANIACAL ASSWIPE!
Bambi: wait...he's got parenthesis around his name ... what does it mean, man?
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: haven't heard from him in about a half hour
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: what's happening to my voice!
Merlyn LeRoy: Phil, I could only get 'obstructed view' tickets to the April 1 show, sounds nearly sold out
doctec: bb: re nader - you got that right!
Dr. Headphones: bun: amen and hallelujah to that!
Dexter Fong: Bambi, he's marked as awy..its on the drop down menu
Rotonoto: praise be! someone else sees through Nadres crap?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: BB, were you looking for Muckle? We were trying to Devine it.
Bambi: ah, thanks Dex :)
doctec: i just can't fathom what he thinks he's going to accomplish by throwing his hat in the ring
Elayne: There's a drop-down menu?
Dexter Fong: Roto: YOu mean Ralph (Kol) Nadres?
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: Ken and I and Dex had an exchange by email and I can't find anything about it
doctec: does the elevator boy count?
Rotonoto: mine completely fell off- I have to fully spell out everything now...
Phil Austin: I'm back. Went downstairs and made grapefruit and vodkas for me and the oooooo.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: that's a Nader. That's a pun
Phil Austin: Merl:
Dexter Fong: Elayne, where it says send to all?
Bambi: yes, at the bottom where all the names are too ... below every participants name I see I can be away if I want to :)
Merlyn LeRoy: yes?
Phil Austin: . I called UCLA and got the same story. We haven't heard yet if we have any seats
Rotonoto: I mean Ralph as in "Chanting at the urn" Nadre, teh very same, ne boy,,,
Elayne: Fun fact of the day: Nader's VP candidate from 2000 has endorsed Kucinich. His campaign is apparently veepless at present.
Elayne: Oh, yes Dex, I see that. I didn't realize there were more choices than everyone's individual names.
Merlyn LeRoy: hmm, you guys should perform out on the street and get a bigger audience
Bambi: back again
doctec: does the elevator boy count?
Dexter Fong: Yeah: Do it in the street
Elayne: Hey, whaddaya know. Hang on, I'm going to read the drop-down menu now. :)
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: gad, I'd forgotten the ending on Giant Rat!
Rotonoto: only to 10 doc
Coalin Trowel: HE is in your family?
doctec: hey phil what's your fave vodka?
Dexter Fong: Klok: How could you forget you namesake?
ah,clem: good old willard
Phil Austin: merl: excellent idea. Street theatre out in front of the theatre that I appeared in when I was in college.
doctec: (thanks roto i was waiting for that :) )
Dr. Headphones: i see we're nearly unanimous on ralphie
Bambi smiles even
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Ha
Elayne: Would that be theatre-street-theatre?
Rotonoto: mine is a giant popup menu, immune to gravity or comedy
Phil Austin: doc: w
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Finally got the thing going
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: i explained earlier, Dex: I can't afford the treatments like u guys. I forget everything
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: damn
Phil Austin: doc: we've fallen in love with Apple vodka and slices of real apple to go with it.
doctec: (thanks roto i was waiting for that :) )
Bunnyboy: Or a protest, inside the theatre. A Lock-In!
doctec: but teton glacier is also good
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: Ken - I disagree. Had it out with Roto earlier, won't bother everyone here. But we're dangerously close to a totalitarian society
ah,clem: sounds yummy
Rotonoto: repent and defragment before it is too late...
Dexter Fong: Phil: Try some of that Tangenterine Vodka, it'l steer you off course
Bunnyboy: And signs outside that say NO LOCK-IN PARKING.
ah,clem: (apple on apple)
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: I prefer Vino Bros
Rotonoto: (Klock's tone is pretty mild for 'having it out')
Phil Austin: doc: frankly, it all tastes pretty much the same to me
Dr. Headphones: klok: yes, i know we have differences re: ralphie, just agree to disagree
doctec: there are two new ones i found recently, oliphant and ston (from holland and estonia respectively)
Merlyn LeRoy: Randy Newman didn't show up at his UCLA similar tribute
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: just 'cause he's on a ballot doesn't mean anyone has to vote for him
Phil Austin: dex: Looove the tangerine
ah,clem: I am a Bear Wiz man, myself
doctec: i don't like the flavored vodkas much
Bambi: Erzatz (spelling??) sounds good LOL
Phil Austin: Merl: probably because they wouldn't give him a ticket
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I had it out, I was told to put it back
Dr. Headphones: i don't drink much at all, prefer beer actually to most anything else
doctec: some vodkas are more harsh and headache-inducing than others
ah,clem: yea, Bambi likes her coffee,,,
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: OH! Ken -- was it that we were all doing it via AOL IM??
Dexter Fong goes in search of Catherwood and the drink tray
Dr. Headphones: i'm doing a shot of folger's now
Phil Austin: Mr. Yamamoto of Hollywood seems to have become a crazy person with a funny name
Merlyn LeRoy: Phil, the front row of the balcony seems to be available and not yet sold because the railing makes it "restricted view". Get all 4 Firesigners in the balcony so you can play to the cheap seats
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: do tell
Phil Austin: In fact, the names are getting to be the whole story here
doctec: both oliphant and ston are very inexpensive yet smooth and blend well with various other flavored liquids
Bubba's Brain: ...
doctec: no headaches either
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I try to think of a new one each week
Phil Austin: Merl: We should have big stupid plaster of paris heads and signs bearing slogans
Elayne: Well, a few of us here are still short-namers.
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: they're like Yahoo email accounts: free and easily-changed
ah,clem: Yammy has a new name every week, but always with meaning.
doctec: short and sweet
Elayne: Meaning and weird characters...
stephnfosterkane-o'klok: better go change...
Merlyn LeRoy: Yeah, but you guys should be wearing each other's heads
Phil Austin: Hi, Elayne: Have you guys moved yet?
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, yahoo is free? why have i been paying them $19.95/month all these decades? ;)
||||||||| "Hey stephnfosterkane-o'klok!" ... stephnfosterkane-o'klok turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! is hurt
Merlyn LeRoy: the two phils should be one set, and david & peter
Phil Austin: Merl: the heads should be Goodman, Hessman, etc
||||||||| Outside, the 10:31 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving klokwkdog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Gah, not yet Phil. We'll be looking this next month or so. Probably relocating elsewhere in the same neighborhood for now, then we'll get a car this year and have a few more options opened.
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: nite klok
Coalin Trowel: Nite Dog
Dr. Headphones: the klok changed his disguise, but we can see right through it
klokwkdog: put on my old clothes just to avoid cornfusing everyone with the SFK thing
Phil Austin: Yam: No, no, I love the name
Bambi: wb klok
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Well I missed FST, but at least I got Lionel Hampton
Merlyn LeRoy: but not nice for the people behind you
doctec: elayne: actually taking the plunge and getting a car? wow i'm impressed!
Elayne: Phil, is the April 1 to-do going to be recorded in any manner?
Phil Austin: merl: The people behind us will be our audience
Rotonoto: it's not nice to fool mother nature...
Merlyn LeRoy: I know, come out and do some Ace Trucking Company bits
Dexter Fong: Yam: Lionel Hampton?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: There's a tolerable non mega channel on AM, but it's automoation rotation gets tedious
Elayne: Tom, we don't really have a choice, Rob doesn't travel well on public transit and I'm tired of seeing him so under-the-weather all the time.
Coalin Trowel: Talk to Ralph, has he got a deal for you, doc
klokwkdog: on skybird, Dex
Elayne: It's been a bit of a rough winter on us both.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I think that's on now
Phil Austin: Elayne: Don't know. I cant' get a phone call returned about tickets at the moment.
doctec: phil: you guys can do the sign-language versions of the routines for the hearing-impaired in the audience
Dexter Fong: Thks Klok
Merlyn LeRoy: right doc, Firesign has lots of deaf fans
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I'm still negotiating to get on the air
Merlyn LeRoy rolls eyes
Elayne: Geez, it's only, what, five weeks away. You'd think they'd be on the ball by now.
ah,clem: will rerun show on skybird for the west coast folks. Should hit at about 11 eastern
Dexter Fong rolls snake eyes
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! rolls snake eyes
Dave!: what about descriptive stuff for the visually impaired
Dexter Fong: Four the really hard way
Merlyn LeRoy: "new character enter"
Bunnyboy: It's a ball? I thought it was a tribute.
klokwkdog: Thanks, Clem. I'm off to KEXP or something, then. Enjoyed the show, fer sure!
Bunnyboy: Must have missed the newsletter...
doctec: lili has told me it's time for us to partake in her version of "let's eat" - so i must step away for a little - in the immortal words of ahnuld: i'll be back
Elayne: Bunnyboy, it's a very ROUND tribute.
Merlyn LeRoy: back in your boxcars you two
Elayne: 'Kay Tom, take care!
Phil Austin: Dave is actually visually enhanced. None of us can see what he sees.
klokwkdog: enjoy Doc!
ah,clem: tks Klok
Bambi: doc and lili ... enjoy!
Dexter Fong: Merl: YOu're a natural
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: good eatin doc
Merlyn LeRoy: I should go back to Vegas and visit my money
Bunnyboy: see ya doc!
Phil Austin: Lilli's probably cooking up some prairie dogs in Tangerine Vodka
Bambi: there ya go Phil ... perspective ... it's always about perspective :)
Dexter Fong: Merl: Where do you stay in Vegas
klokwkdog: not in season on the right coast, Phil
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Little Monkey Flu a Jus?
Elayne: Besides, aren't you supposed to just marinate 'em in the vodka rather than using it to cook?
Bubba's Brain: ...
Bunnyboy: DRUNK EYE ON THE RODENT GUY
Bambi: (or at least about perception LOL)
Dr. Headphones: monkey pox a la mode
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: go to florida and visit your ammy
Merlyn LeRoy: I was only there once, stayed at a friend of one of the other people on the trip
Dexter Fong: Bubba's keeping au currant
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: didn't think you'd get that
Phil Austin: Flaming Prairie Dogs ....
Merlyn LeRoy: it was actually a road trip from Mpls to LA for the laurel & hardy convention
klokwkdog: ah, amerkan roots musik on kexp. wonder what time, oh, 7:30 over there...
Rotonoto: yes, we were pelted with bursts of flaming prairie dogs and marmosets
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: mock prairie dogs, Phil?
Phil Austin: the perception of perspective
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! puts on his gloves and gets an gets an OJ
Bunnyboy: Read a news blurb recently. Seems that in Thailand, due to the bird flu scare, rats are all the rage, for bar snacks, especially.
Elayne: Oh, you have to watch those Flaming Marmosets, you drink just two and you're out on the floor.
Phil Austin: Faux Prairie Chiens
Rotonoto: leave OJ out of this
Dexter Fong: Phil: FFlemish painter's eh?
Merlyn LeRoy: especially in sumatra
Dr. Headphones: bar snacks? gimme a bourbon and a norwegian rat, please
Bunnyboy: They probably just char 'em, to make 'em stiff!
klokwkdog: yes, those Sumatran rubber rats, per the NYT story today...
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Stephane Grappelli now
Rotonoto: he is diligently searching the local golf courses
Bunnyboy: With whistling sauce.
Coalin Trowel: Does that come in a Johnny Cup?
Dr. Headphones: ah, grappelli is great
Dexter Fong: a la breve
Merlyn LeRoy: should open a pub called the Scorched Rodent
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: a stiff prairie dog is the worst kind
klokwkdog: didja hear that the GM pharmafood got loose into the corn?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Roasted Rat
Merlyn LeRoy: rat on a stick
Dexter Fong: I'm stuck on you baby
Bunnyboy: 3 straws, as usual. Good old Mickey. Too bad his boss is going down in flames.
ah,clem: rat in a box,, "we'll eat what you don't"
Rotonoto: trade them two contaminated bushels of corn for two beakers filled with chemicals
Elayne: His boss seems to have developed a taste for frog's legs lately.
Dr. Headphones: don't worry about the flies, we won't weigh 'em
Dexter Fong: Roto: I think you mean 2 beakers of foecal coliform
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: These days you get the Chemicals AND the Corn, like it or not
Phil Austin: I have a semi-serious question for everyone: If you had to rank what you thought were the best-realized characters on the three Rhino albums, what would they be?
Elayne: Wonder how much of the Muppet empire they'll cannibalize.
Rotonoto: well, give according to your own conscience, or reasonable facsimile thereof
Elayne: Best realized... gah, brain cells have to go to work now...
Dr. Headphones: bebop loco without a doubt
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: oh gosh
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Have to agree there
Dexter Fong: Phil: Really tough question, but I do love Be-bop Loco (Lobo)
Coalin Trowel: Nick... on the earlier Rhino stuff
Bunnyboy: Mutt and Smut...oops, that's Artemis.
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, probably bebop
Elayne: I gotta figure Mayor P is pretty well realized, and fairly timely in this election year.
Phil Austin: Sorry, sorry about the pesky brain cell thing
ah,clem: don't know off hand which were rhino, can I have a multiple choice?
Elayne: Honestly, Phil. :)
Dexter Fong: And Ray Ham and Ossmans char also really solid
Merlyn LeRoy: mayor P for bdb and nick for bride
Bunnyboy: Relentless, the dog!
Dexter Fong: Bb lol
Phil Austin: Immortality, Boomdot bust and Bride
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I liked the dog meself on Bride
Phil Austin: B-Boy: what a vote. the little guy
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Hiphugger was well realised as well
ah,clem: if Bun votes for relentless, guess I would say Nick Danger.
Phil Austin: two votes for the fucking dog
Dexter Fong: A real square little fella
Dr. Headphones: ruthlessly (where's ruth? no, wrong album)
Dexter Fong: Not from around here
Bambi: I want to listen again before I answer that one Phil ... can email Merlyn right?
Rotonoto: on rhino? that's boom dot bust, bride, and GMIOGMD, right?
Bunnyboy: Yes, but what with "boobgate"\Clear(blocked) Channel, et. al. , the P'n man could be problematic.
Dexter Fong: Is there a prize?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Obviously Phil doesn't know about my obsession with Schnäuzers
Dave!: I vote for Catherwood or Nick or...the guy at the begining of Anythynge
klokwkdog: Yikes! The NY Times has 1984'd the Sunday "Rat Tales" Magazine article from its web site!!! It no longer exists!
Phil Austin: Bambi: you are really conscientious (adventures in spelling)
Dave!: or no, oooooooooh! Ralph Spoilsport
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, it's pronounced "P'niss-nose"
Dexter Fong: WHo's the 14th caller?
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Dwayne is quite well realised too
Coalin Trowel: How about Jimmy Clicker?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Have to admit Ralph and/or Happy Harry Cox are my all time faves, sorry
Dexter Fong: How about Flo and Dwayne and Eddie
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Jimmy Clicker was like Paul Harvey
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! needs more coffee
Phil Austin: Coalin: thanks for remembering Jimmy. He enjoys being remembered
Bunnyboy: Yeah, Dwayne's fun.
Rotonoto: yeah, I gotta replay all, think about it- in addition to bee bop, I was kind of taken by the celebrity stalker guy ("S-s-s-he's *not* dead...snif!")
klokwkdog: I liked the Chinese guy, but forgot the name. Some of that was classic
Dexter Fong feels badly for Phil because there's not a hope in hell of keeping this group on topic
Phil Austin: Jimmy Clicker is sort of my bad imitation of Paul Harvey, indeed
Bunnyboy: Buncha turtles. They'll never go anywhere...
ah,clem: the "tale of the Giant Rat" was a great piece of detective work, as it was the one story Sir Aurtur would never tell.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Paul Harvey is a bad imitation of Paul Harvey these days
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, phil only asked for the best-realized, not whether you liked the character or not
Bunnyboy: "I drift off here..."
klokwkdog: ah, what did Ira Glass call Harvey?
Bambi: yes, just terrible to have to listen to them again LOL ... I can hardly wait to have a really good reason to listen again...thanks Phil :)
Bambi: not that I'd need a good reason ... enjoy them all!
Phil Austin: klok: Charlie Fatt. Wherever this group goes is topic enough. David and I have been working on some stuff lately and all this is strangely helpful, believe it or not
Elayne: Why doesn't clem play them next week and we can all refresh our short-term memories?
Bunnyboy: Yam: Cut Paul a break! He's got, like, half a vocal cord left.
Bambi: there ya go Elayne ... bet he could do that :)
Coalin Trowel: How About a modern update of "Golf Rat Shoot" with Dubya as the ....?
Rotonoto: ahhh yes- "there's no place lime hommmmmmmmeeee!"
ah,clem: Bambi, what happened to our stream? replay in12
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Just the tonic
klokwkdog: no, he had a chinese name in the first ad on BdB (they all take English names, but I try to be correct ;-))
Bunnyboy: Anybody who hasn't seen it yet, rent AMERICAN SPLENDOR. Fabulous movie!
Bambi: what say ye clem?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Personally *I*'d still like to hear "In Cold HTML" read on an album
Phil Austin: B-boy: I share your affection for Paul, but isn't he dead now or something and his son doing the show?
Elayne: Honestly clem, this is the only time I seem to get a chance to hear the records any more. :)
Bambi: can't you hear it clem ? ;)
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: I'd really like to hear Miss Shelob sometime when she's not feelin poorly
Rotonoto: yes, give us the rest of the story...
klokwkdog: Phil, it's like A Boy and His Dog: "Break out another Luther from storage"...
ah,clem: do now, tks Bambi
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I hear his show daily, and his voice keepos changing and so do the ppl presenting it
Elayne: Well, I'm going to catch a few more minutes of AbFab then the Daily Show. See y'all next week!
Dexter Fong: Ilan: =))
Bunnyboy: Phil: No, that's Andy Wappler. And Harry's not dead, just retired.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Johnny Piano', just granted probation at 10:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bambi: welcome clem :)
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: by e!
Johnny Piano: Howdy, y'all
Dr. Headphones: hi johnny
ah,clem: bye El.
Rotonoto: "and this time, wipe the smile off of his face!"
klokwkdog: bye E!
Coalin Trowel: Daffy Duck for Prez!
Bunnyboy: Speaking of "HTML", where's cat?
Bambi: night Elayne great to see ya
Elayne: Bye all! Same here, Bambi! Hey Johnny! (out)
Merlyn LeRoy: according to the dead people server, paul harvey is alive
Bunnyboy: lo Johnny! What'll ya have?
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:51 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: nite e. nite
Phil Austin: you're kidding! Abfab is on? The new ipisondes?
Bunnyboy: We have vodka, vodka and vodka.
klokwkdog: I think he has a schedule confilct for a while, BB. A class or something
Bambi: I still say we should vote for NOTA :)
Johnny Piano: Phil, in answer to your earlier question - the whole Radio Now team was well thought out.
Bunnyboy: And a shed fulla potatoes.
Phil Austin: episodes
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Paul did his thing on WABC today
Bunnyboy: Phil: Yeah, Friday's on Oxygen.
ah,clem: if you can, Phil, listen to skybird, and let me know what you and the other guys would think of the robot host.
Bob Hind: Episodes. Wasn't he Greek?
klokwkdog: Ah, "The Friendly Man" was what he called Harvey in that story
Dr. Headphones: dead people server? they have waiters for the dead as well as shoes?
Rotonoto: episodic- but responding well to medication
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I am prolly going to start my radio thing soon
ah,clem: rerun at 11 eastern
klokwkdog: loved the orig. AbFab
Bunnyboy: Episodes had a large family. One after the other...
Phil Austin: bunboy: thanks. can't wait. And the fact that you know who Andy W appler is and for that matter his disconcerting son .... you must live under a volcano
Johnny Piano: Haven't seen new AbFab episodes - any good?
Rotonoto: and then there's of course the "speaker for the dead" in one of PK Dicks wild SF tomes...
Bambi: Merl even put it up on the topic :)
klokwkdog: Brits at least still have some class and don't beat something into the ground trying to score 100 episodes for syndication
Johnny Piano: Not pronounced Wah-pleer.
Phil Austin: uhclem: would you refresh me with the uplink for your station?
Dexter Fong: PHil TOp o the page
ah,clem: top of page, clickable link
Bunnyboy: Phil: No, no, ANDY'S the son. Harry's the master. Sorta like a Norwegian Leprecaun. Perky, but not TOO forward.
klokwkdog: and there is it! cool
Bambi: clickable link in topic (Skybird Radio)
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: With any luck I can con the station ownewr intoo letting me redo the web page
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: owener
Bambi: what he said :)
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: wner
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: lord
klokwkdog: oh please, Yam. it's got enough doo on it as it is...
Dexter Fong: You the owener Yam
Phil Austin: austin looks at obvious top of page and feels like idiot
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: OI! A Mormon Commersh!
Johnny Piano: Hey, Yam - is that Welsh you're typing?
Bunnyboy: "I am a weiner. Heh, you got that right!"
klokwkdog: don't -- it wasn't there a few seconds ago
Dexter Fong: Hot Dog
klokwkdog: he can make things come and go magically
Coalin Trowel: Bozos with Giant Rat...hmmm...could be
Rotonoto: my humble computer does not know how to decode .pls extension- i'm on frickin' dialup anyway
Bunnyboy: Yam: Is it for BOOK OF MORMON - THE MOVIE - PART ONE?
ah,clem: hope you have winamp or xmms, works best that way
Phil Austin: Ooona was doing some Oscar Mayer commercials last week and one little girl announced, when asked to sing the Oscar Mayer song: "I don't know no meat songs!"
Bob Hind: Hot dog.
Dr. Headphones: bun: is that out on dvd yet?
klokwkdog: in fact (this is edited from the log) if we so much as appear to challenge his authority, then we are
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: Bunny you actually said you are Viennese
||||||||| At 10:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, klokwkdog!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Roto open WMP and tell it to open the URL
Bob Hind: lol PA
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: if you had spelled it right. I guess
Bambi: just take off the listen.pls and put in any player
||||||||| Catherwood leads stephnfosterkane-klok inside, makes a note of the time (10:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bambi: http://18.104.22.168:8000/ -- an .mp3 stream
Bunnyboy: Head: No, still on the circuit. But I'm sure it will be. Probably after they launch Part Two.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I'm using "Real Alternative" a hacked version of WMP 6.4 that plays ANYTHING
Bambi: listen.pls is just makes it a clickable link for many players that do .mp3 streams
Bunnyboy: Ilanwyddor: I'm no sausage! Who are you calling a meat patty?
Johnny Piano: Circuit!
ah,clem: sure he will get it Bam, he is a genius
stephnfosterkane-klok: Yam - I tried to play the Mars press briefing today using WMP and it was awful, like everyone was on another planet or something. very messy
Bunnyboy: The weiner quote was Homer Simpson, re: Seymour Skinner.
stephnfosterkane-klok: ended up in RealAudio to watch it
Bambi: very true clem :)
Bob Hind: Winamp old version here. Love old versions.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I basically use my hacked version for everything
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave! - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Old Virgens..I love em too
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: It also does video
Coalin Trowel: Dave's not here, anymore...
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: (I sat on my pipe)
Dexter Fong: Pass the gas
stephnfosterkane-klok: hmm. 11PM and time for BBC news. Now I can find out what really happened today.
Bambi: old version of winamp here too .. version 2.91 ... love those non hoggy old versions myself
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: 1.76 a gallon here
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bob Hind: Bambi, zactly.
ah,clem: son we will be broadcasting to Phil, phil, Phil, and Phil
Bubba's Brain: Don't take me, Reaper!
stephnfosterkane-klok: oops, Blair has replaced the presenter. Uh, oh, it's Ken Livingston!!
Dr. Headphones: squeeze me and i might pass some more ;)
Bubba's Brain: so sorry
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I got the hacked version of WMP from Kazaalite
Rotonoto: oh, i'm wasting my time- i don't know how to drive this thing
Bunnyboy: Guilty pleasure: OZ-SEASON THREE came out this week.
Merlyn LeRoy: a pound a gallon
stephnfosterkane-klok: BTW, kudos to Catherwood for getting the time right more than twice a day
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Roto:
||||||||| Johnny Piano runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Johnny Piano?! It's 11:01 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Right click the URL and copy the link
ah,clem: just relax Dave, sometimes that helps.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: open WMP
stephnfosterkane-klok is running out of screen real estate
Dexter Fong: Wonder if he knows Jonny Guitar
Coalin Trowel: PIano doesn't want to play with us.
Bunnyboy: Season 4 of THE BEST DAMN SHOW THAT USED TO BE ON TV arrives at the end of March.
Rotonoto: ok i think i copied link
Bambi: ah, oh ... Johnny Piano's in trouble now ... catherwood is after 'im
Dexter Fong: And he's got all the keys
Merlyn LeRoy: "why johnny can't jam"
Bunnyboy: That would be HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE STREET.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Go to FILE, and Click on open URL and paste the Skybird URL in there
Merlyn LeRoy: homercide?
Dexter Fong: Bunny: It was a remarkable show
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: That should work
Bob Hind: My Mother the Car was the best damn show that used to be on TV and everybody knows it.
ah,clem: oh no, Phil is fading,
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I dug it
ah,clem: ybe too much apple?
llanwyddorsomeonelikehim: well folks, I am Ex-flippin'-zausted. See uhaul nachste woche
Merlyn LeRoy: that was a ripoff of my father, the steamer trunk
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: perhaps
Coalin Trowel: Pull your google, put three dimes in and the music comes out.......
Rotonoto: like File within my browser context? do not see "open URL" option
stephnfosterkane-klok: Highway Patrol was the best
Dexter Fong: Off weiner Zehn Ilan
Bunnyboy: I gotta go tend some corn. Pizza time theatre. Good reception, everybody.
stephnfosterkane-klok: nite Ilan!
Dr. Headphones: nite, llan
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: later bunny
Bunnyboy: nite Ilanwydd
Dexter Fong: Nite Bunny
Bambi: see ya bunny
Bob Hind: Bye.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: nite LL
Coalin Trowel: Keep thumping Bun
Merlyn LeRoy: nite
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Roto-do ya have WMP open?
Bambi: night llan
Dr. Headphones: enjoy, bunny
Dexter Fong: WMP = Weapons of Mass Progress?
Rotonoto: no, i would have to go find it, never use it, lives in windoze root directory maybe?
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:05 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Lordy
stephnfosterkane-klok: nite BB
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: It's not in yr shortcuts?
Rotonoto: and which shortcuts would we be talking about here? Start/Programs?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Hit Start>Programs
Dr. Headphones: it's not in MY shorts!
Bob Hind: Skybird's cool. Never listened before.
Bubba's Brain: Didn't they used to call Pres Bush Sr. a WMP?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: George Will did
stephnfosterkane-klok: wow, 8 minutes and still going on UN spying
Dexter Fong: Wouldn't be prudent
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, he should talk
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Sorry roto, I have all my fave short s in the left side of my ststem tray
Bubba's Brain: I thought it was Doonesbury/Trudeau.
Bob Hind: My shoes have come unpumped.
Rotonoto: ahhh, its start/programs/ accessories/entertainment
Dr. Headphones: i can name that shortcut in 2 notes!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: XP?
Dexter Fong: Are you experienced?
Coalin Trowel: Mmmmm, Phil has turned pink.?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Gettin there
Dexter Fong: Softening those commie views
Bubba's Brain: That Pinko!
ah,clem: shoes,? I gave 'em up years go
Bob Hind: Just call 'im Pinkie.
stephnfosterkane-klok: gettin' a refill maybe
Dr. Headphones: too much sun for him, not enough SPF
Coalin Trowel: That vodka will do it everytime!
Rotonoto: "cannot open blahblah.pls please make sure you are in the correct universe and have your eyeball hat properly oriented on your head"
Bob Hind: Er, Mr. Pinkie.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwyddorsomeonelikehim - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Gah
Dexter Fong: and oi?
Bambi: Roto, in Open URL try this: http://22.214.171.124:8000 or just 126.96.36.199:8000
Bob Hind: Out where an Injun's your friend....
Coalin Trowel: SPF = Science Pulp Fiction
ah,clem: bet the Reaper cannot get Phil, at least I hope so.
Rotonoto: exactly! "Gah!" is what i susally say, in preference to "d'oh!"
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Stupid WMP
Dexter Fong: Lilis been hanging on for a long time
Phil Austin: I'm here. I'm listening to myself
ah,clem: if in windows, best bet is winamp.
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: XP doesn't have WMP 6.4, either
Bubba's Brain sings "you keep me hangin' on"
Bob Hind: Haha. How do you sound?
Dr. Headphones: don't hear, i can yell you
Bambi: LOL :)
Merlyn LeRoy: I hear ya
Phil Austin: and that's important
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I hate winamp :P
Bambi: yep :)
ah,clem: Great Phil, bdid you hear intro bot?
Coalin Trowel: He's down safe and sound and Goddo Mighty.......
Dr. Headphones: i use winamp for all my audio needs. and it's good with bbq sauce too!
Bob Hind: Hey, shh, it's Floyd.
stephnfosterkane-klok: well, to avoid confusion, don't you need HEADPHONES for that? ;-))
Rotonoto: i tried all urls and variants suggested and none are valid according to my WMP6.0
Bambi: (intro bot is festival speech synthesiser for Linux)
Rotonoto: you want headphones with that?
Bambi: british voice :)
Phil Austin: I liked intro bot
Dr. Headphones: damned limeys.......
Bob Hind: Scary night....
Bambi: darn, sorry Roto
Merlyn LeRoy: very apropos for bozos
Phil Austin: Haven't heard this in years
ah,clem: and the bot is quite fond of FireSign
Bob Hind: Honk! Honk!
Bambi: you are on dialup Roto right?
Rotonoto: well, dialup guys don't allow much streaming anyway, we always make 'em go around back
Bob Hind: Lock your wigs!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: It's workink ok gor me
ah,clem: (but I pull his strings, so to speak)
Rotonoto: inflate your shoes!
Dexter Fong: Yam: Lovew that russion accent
Bambi: darn, well maybe you can get Winamp or other player before next thursday so you can listen to mp3 stream Roto :)
Rotonoto: yesh dialup
Bubba's Brain: Dialup doesn't so much stream, as much as drip while you shake it.
Bob Hind: Was that simulated do you suppose?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:15 PM, dragging dr_headphone's_doppelganger_on_linux by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: da
Bob Hind: Honk! Honk!
Dexter Fong: Dobre
dr_headphone's_doppelganger_on_linux: hmmm, just wanted to test the "two places at once" theorem
Bambi: we are on dialup here in the sticks ... as long as it's 16/11 stream we can get it ... and this is :)
Coalin Trowel: In Gov'ment inflicted simulation!
Bob Hind: Yellow.
Rotonoto: we'll be reporting on board the Haunted Firechat for further instructions
stephnfosterkane-klok: Roto - I dropped the link above on this page into WMP in my Windows XP and it futzed up. But the numeric URL posted earlier worked OK.
Bubba's Brain: I'm on dialup, too. Also in sticks.
mrmuckle: Sheesh! Cooking and eating Giant Shrimp takes time!
Dexter Fong: Keep your hands to yourself
Bob Hind: Hot lumps!
Bambi: thank you
||||||||| "11:17 PM? I'm late!" exclaims dr_headphone's_doppelganger_on_linux, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
ah,clem: Phil, when skybird server is in the normal place, I host the show personally, but the bot was a patch to get past a bad patch,
Rotonoto: oh i'm sure i just didn't trun the knobs in the right direction- or maybe you have to sharply slap the side of the monitor? always worked for TV
stephnfosterkane-klok: bambi - KEXP online has a 20K feed, which might squeek by on dial-up
ah,clem: when things are bak to normal, he will be a co-host.
Bob Hind: And he was walking....
Dr. Headphones: roto: we control the horizontal........
Bambi: BB I hear your pain on dialup LOL
Bob Hind: It is technically vast isn't it!
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Ya I know about that
Dexter Fong: Half vast
Bambi: broadband all around us and they don't come to our little town of little over 300 souls ... wonder why LOL ;)
stephnfosterkane-klok: it's amazing what tech items respond to physical intimidation. computers, elevators, nuclear weapons...
Rotonoto: i say live it or live with it!
Dr. Headphones: well, bob, half-vast maybe (say it out loud)
Bob Hind: Nice echoplex.
Dr. Headphones: dex is too quick for me
Bambi: hey Ken ... you changed your skin LOL
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echoplex in here
Bob Hind: 'ere's an echoplex in here
||||||||| At 11:19 PM, Phil Austin runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: see I told you so
Dr. Headphones: bambi: tried out the other box jsut to see if it would work twice from same IP address. it did
stephnfosterkane-klok: if you lived in UK, the gov't would be killing itself to give you and everyone broadband
Bob Hind: Oh no it's THE SPONGES!
Coalin Trowel: Later on, Phil;...
Dexter Fong: So long Phil
Merlyn LeRoy: I wonder if he hit the wrong button
Bambi: Phil's gone ... see ya Phil ... great to see ya!
Bubba's Brain sings "Got dem five miles from the CO, can't get no DSL blues..."
Coalin Trowel: Living in tubes and pressing the wrong buttons..?
Bambi: yes, we listen in Windows and Linux here too
Dr. Headphones: bubba the love sponge got cancelled
doctec: dang, and i just got back from dinner
Bob Hind: Sea orphans scared everybody.
doctec: oh well
Bambi: (one or the other of course)
doctec: guess i'll have to read the logs to find out what i missed
Dexter Fong: Hind: So did the Beanie Babies
Bob Hind: I am called Plow Man.
mrmuckle: yes, I'm bi-operational myslef
Bubba's Brain hums "it's log... it's log, its big its heavy its wood...."
doctec: and now the continuing adventures of "plow man, male prostitute"
Bob Hind: Dough!
Bambi: everyone loves a log
doctec: it's better than bad - it's good!
stephnfosterkane-klok: BB - then you assemble neighbors to put together a Wi-Fi relay. That stuff is down to $20 per unit on rebate
Bob Hind: Hch'Flemish...
Dexter Fong: "In our last episode, we left Plowman standing under a street light looking for his car keys"
Bubba's Brain: I thought about it, actually, SFK
Bob Hind: Darling Nabby...
Dr. Headphones: dex: his car is on the other side of the street
doctec: just then a stranger approached from the rear and said "don't you know it's dangerous for a male prostitute to bend over?"
stephnfosterkane-klok: it requires everyone being co-operative and online all the time, or else a mesh that gets thru no matter what
ah,clem: well, Phil liked the bot, that was a good thing, he is now probably busy listening to himself on the net radio.
Dexter Fong: Doc H: Yeah but the light is better here
Bob Hind: A devilishly natural prinicple of science had revealed itself....
Dr. Headphones: clem: or the asteroid hit him and we haven't heard about it yet
ah,clem: or he fell over....
Bambi: that would be a good thing clem :)
doctec: give them a light, and they'll smoke anywhere
Dexter Fong Plow Man responds; Danger is my stock in trade"
Bob Hind: Prinicple?
mrmuckle: got any rope?
doctec: ooh, back in black (lewis black) is on comedy central - be right back
Bob Hind: It comes in and goes out like...like anything!
ah,clem: sit down on your own stool.
Bambi: gotta love Nick Danger :)
Dexter Fong: ...
Dr. Headphones: bob: works well when lubed properly ;)
Dexter Fong: ;;
stephnfosterkane-klok: BB -- other thing is pull fiber optic cable yourself. it's like $200/mile. Big problem is the splicing tool, which is $35K....
Bob Hind: Live it or live with it.
Dr. Headphones: wot is this? attack of the dots?
Dexter Fong: Dots right Baby
Bob Hind: ^v^
Dexter Fong: ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Coalin Trowel: And now for something completely different.......Nite ALL!
Bambi: kilroy was here
Dr. Headphones: or slyly switching to morse code? I S H I
||||||||| "11:27 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Coalin Trowel, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
ah,clem: ... .... . -
Dexter Fong: Night CT
Bambi: night Coalin Trowel :)
Dr. Headphones: later, mr. trowel, come back again
Rotonoto: of the rhino trio, i find bdb and gmiogmd in a dead heat for first place, bride in 2nd place, and many characters vying for 'best developed', will have to relisten all
stephnfosterkane-klok: bye Colin, and welcome!
Dexter Fong: ...and lay some bricks
Bob Hind: That's shoes for industry, Charlie.
mrmuckle: he pressed the first bricks with his own hands
Dexter Fong: And shorts for the indolent
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: I break em myself
Bob Hind: And socks for the terminally sockless.
stephnfosterkane-klok: mrmuckle, did you do some art on a website?
Bob Hind: Please state your first name.
Dexter Fong: Buckle up winamp sockless
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: My socks are usually terminal after a day of wear
Dr. Headphones: i've tried typing in morse and it's devilishly difficult to make my fingers do what my brain says
mrmuckle: personally, I'm continually suffering from shortness of cash...
Rotonoto: uh, Roto...
Dr. Headphones: muckle: read my emails and you'd think it's not cash where i'm short
Dexter Fong: By Gad he's got it
stephnfosterkane-klok: my job went to india and all i got was a lousy t-shirt
Rotonoto: a few bricks short of a load, eh?
mrmuckle: SFK: Not that I'm aware of (except my own, when I have 1)
ah,clem: sounds like somebody wants to listen to"Don't Crush that Dwarf" .. well maybe soon to air on skybird.
Bob Hind: Well, Mr. President...It's the bees and spiders again.
Dexter Fong: Klok: That's what that enquiry re: MM was about...art (by the insane?)?
stephnfosterkane-klok: GAD! I wish i could find those emails
Rotonoto: well, sell your remaining bricks to this angry crowd of unemployed over here, quickly- they are going for five bucks apiece and we just sold out of ours
Dr. Headphones: it was bone-e-boi, just thought about it
stephnfosterkane-klok: yeah, ezzactly. I think it was bunny, too
Dexter Fong: Well done Ken
Dr. Headphones: art and insane triggered something here. a mini-electrical storm in the cortex
Dexter Fong: Klok: Bunny or Bone-e?
stephnfosterkane-klok: thanks ken! still can't find mail
Rotonoto: not insane!
Bob Hind: Exit right to Fun Way.
stephnfosterkane-klok: agree must've been BeB
Bambi: be back in a bit
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Thin it was Bone-E
stephnfosterkane-klok: if we don't chew on this, our teeth will grow through our brains, see?
Dr. Headphones: i don't think i know who he really is or have email address for him
Bubba's Brain: They busted Bartman's ball!
Dr. Headphones: klok: we won't see if they grow through the optic nerves first
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Hey man ask him a question!
Dexter Fong: MM: In case you're wondering, Bone-e-boi was asking for your whereabouts several weeks ago in regard to some art
stephnfosterkane-klok: i'm just wondering where the exchange WAS. it's in the logs, I guess
Bob Hind: This is a flip flop springhead.
Dr. Headphones: spring ahead, fall back
stephnfosterkane-klok can't see anymore anyway
mrmuckle: Oh. I'm styill confused
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: Illegal Entry, Try again
Bob Hind: Open your Gate Doctor.
Dr. Headphones: klok: yes, has to be. search for muckle's name in the past month or so, should find it
stephnfosterkane-klok: oh, we are, too, u betcha!
mrmuckle: I DO mess about with didital grafx, tho
Bob Hind: Why does the porrige bird lay his egg in the air?
Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto!: well, later daze all
||||||||| Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mutual of Omaha's Wild Yämamøto! exits at 11:35 PM.
stephnfosterkane-klok: well, give one of us a further contact address by privates post so we can reckon it out (unless you're not involved with insane art ;-))
stephnfosterkane-klok: nite Yam
Bob Hind: Bye.
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, yam, take care, dear friend
Dexter Fong: Next Time, different name Yam
mrmuckle: gunnite, mr Y
doctec: nite yamster
Bob Hind: I'm sorry. This ride is closed.
Dr. Headphones: but i'm tall enough to ride it, please, mister?
Merlyn LeRoy: I was disconnected but I'm back and bootiful
Bob Hind: Just follow the YELLOW rubber line, Dr.
Bob Hind: Why does the Bozo cross the road?
Dr. Headphones: i'm re-bootiful :)
Dexter Fong: Just follow the rubber line
Dr. Headphones: he followed the chicken
||||||||| doctec rushes off, saying "11:38 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: who followed the condoms
||||||||| doctec sneaks in around 11:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Bob Hind: Families that like to live in tubes and press buttons. Adventurers like you!
Dexter Fong: s'k
Dr. Headphones: love means you NEVER have to say you're sorry
||||||||| "Hey Bubba's Brain!" ... Bubba's Brain turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Boy are you confused DH
Dexter Fong: Night Bubba
Dr. Headphones: well, i listen to ali mcgraw say it on the movie, she wouldn't lie to me, would she????
Dexter Fong: Coure not (snicker)
||||||||| Bubba's Brain sneaks in around 11:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Bob Hind: Yes, Ali would lie.
Bubba's Brain: They busted Bartman's ball!
Dr. Headphones: snicker? i prefer reese's peanut butter cups myself
Dexter Fong: Bubba: And you had to leave for a second?
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, ali? maybe she's one of those muslim terrorists!
Bob Hind: Maybe your mother does want to talk to you, kid, you know... You can't forget that sweet Bozoette...
stephnfosterkane-klok: OK, I'm off.
stephnfosterkane-klok: everyone have a nice Lent and such
Dr. Headphones: later, klokski
Dexter Fong: Night Klok next time
doctec: nite steve
Bubba's Brain: whoops... I sent that message 10 minutes ago.
Bob Hind: Bye, sfk-k.
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe bubba's right brain took over
Dr. Headphones: damn, i ate meat today. i'm going to hell......
doctec: stephen forter brooks - er, kane
ah,clem: bye sfk
stephnfosterkane-klok: nite Bambi
Bambi: night klok
Bob Hind: I demand to see Doctor Memory!
Rotonoto: she's back- and she's beautiful, Larry,,,
Dexter Fong: Guess I'm outta here too, gotta park the car..Next time Dear Friends
stephnfosterkane-klok -) thanks DT; tell me sometime about wireless and flexi-keyboards
Dr. Headphones: the doctor is in. please wait in the sitting room or sit in the waiting room
Merlyn LeRoy: bye fonggggg
Bambi: night Dex
||||||||| stephnfosterkane-klok leaves to catch the 11:42 PM train to Hellmouth.
Merlyn LeRoy: la fongggg
Bob Hind: Bye, DF.
Dr. Headphones: nitey-=nite, dex
Bambi: ken :)
Bob Hind: Outta here too. Good 2 meet you all.
ah,clem: bye dex
Dr. Headphones: bob: come back again and bring presents next time!
Bambi: night Bob Hind :)
ah,clem: night Bob
Rotonoto: enjoy the overnight speed tour...
mrmuckle: I'm slow, but I can't dance abd it's too wet to plow...
Bambi: you too
mrmuckle: and aNd
Rotonoto: ahhh, muckles returns
mrmuckle: I only turned once
doctec: nite dex
Rotonoto: well, if you time it right, though, it still comes out done to perfection- it's all in the timing
Dr. Headphones: slowly i turned.......
Bambi: choose doctor
doctec: nite bob
ah,clem: was Mr. M here while Phil was here? if not he asked about yu Mr. M.
doctec: doctor chews?
Rotonoto: i'm trying to decide whether to feel disgruntled or just irritable tonight
Bambi: step by step, inch by inch! Niagra Falls!
Dr. Headphones: roto: be gruntled!
mrmuckle: Oh. No, I was at food-stuffing
Rotonoto: i usually am a gruntled woiker, but today...
ah,clem: go with disgruntled,works for any occasion.
Rotonoto: yes, and disgruntled is a heck of a lot less threatening than deranged
Dr. Headphones: home, home, on de range.....
ah,clem: yes I know all about that.
Bubba's Brain: I mentioned it earlier in the evening, but I wanted to pass along to you latecomers a twisted little game I put together (based on an old game from college). http://www.weberdigitalmedia.com/FC.html
Bambi: with a lime in it
Dr. Headphones: bub: i opened in another tab but haven't looked yet
ah,clem: tks Bub
Merlyn LeRoy: heh heh, like the disfunctional family circus
Bubba's Brain: Tab? what a beautiful drink....
Merlyn LeRoy: except not
Dr. Headphones: love those cyclamates
doctec: that's good bubba
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bob Hind - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bubba's Brain: Used to do it with pencil and paper.... unfortunately today's is a miss.
doctec: cycle mates?
Dr. Headphones: i didn't miss, got a good clean head shot
doctec: a bicycle built for two lab rats
Dr. Headphones: i will pass that one around to a few friends ;)
Bubba's Brain: Well, the original game was to find the exact center of the circle and shoot. Of course, you can shoot wherever you want.
Rotonoto: honey and men, i have something awesome to reveal to you...
Bubba's Brain: yes dear.
Bambi: I have the page saved BB so I can lay later :)
Bambi: play even LOL
Dr. Headphones: roto, do NOT pull down your pants!
ah,clem: yea, that did not sound so good on the first pass, as it were.
Bambi: Roto ... really? what tis it man? ;)
Rotonoto: questions, men- questions?
doctec: well roto - we're waiting -
Dr. Headphones: spit it out, dood!
Bambi: tap, tap, tap ...
Bubba's Brain hums the theme from Jeopordy.
Rotonoto: well, all i really wanted was a little attention- i've been feeling irritable all week, even said a few cross words in one of my chats...
||||||||| "11:54 PM? 11:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Scooter Nureuter should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Scooter Nureuter enters and sits on the couch.
Bambi: visions of beat the clock dancing in my head
Dr. Headphones: cross words? what's 29 down?
mrmuckle: they're tapping the lines
Bambi: hi Scooter
doctec: lili solved a few cross words this week
Dr. Headphones: hi, scooter
ah,clem: cross words? you still play that game?
Rotonoto: see? nowadays all you get is 15 seconds of fame (snif!)
doctec: 15 nanoseconds is more like it
Dr. Headphones: at one time when i was in practice, i could do the nytimes sunday puzzle in about an hour. but i haven't done it for years now, i'm rusty
Bambi: you Roto? cross words ... did you make the sign first?
Bubba's Brain: On the internet, everybody get 15 minutes of flame.
doctec: well guise, i have to call it a night - it's been a tough week and i'm sleep deprived
Dr. Headphones: roto must have gone to see mel's film
Bambi: just kidding Roto .. why are you cross today, I mean irritable ;)
Rotonoto: oh, is that what they meant- make the sign whilst backing out of the room?
Bubba's Brain: Nite doc.
Dr. Headphones: doc: go for it, and enjoy the sleep. see ya next time
Bambi: night doc :)
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzz..............
||||||||| "11:57 PM? I'm late!" exclaims doctec, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Dr. Headphones: scooter: you can talk if you wish, we won't bite :)
Bambi: to doc that is
Rotonoto: it's been like cycles of stress for about the last 2 years or so, lately I'm just peaking again
Merlyn LeRoy: aha! Finally found a new archive of the Disfunctional Family Circus: http://www.wildsea.net/dfc/textindex.html
||||||||| LiliLamont rushes off, saying "11:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
ah,clem: well Roto,to get what you need, you have all the tools, now don't you feel better?
Bambi: night lili :)
Bambi: cool thanks Merl ...they are always fun
ah,clem: (maybe not wht you want, but what you need)
Dr. Headphones: wow, merl, now all they need is thumbs next to the descriptions
Rotonoto: my family of origin has been extra stressed for past 2 years, it is getting to me to some extent
mrmuckle: good night, all. Have a good week
Dr. Headphones: roto: it probably has to do with that asteroid that almost hit us last week
Merlyn LeRoy: you lose track without your thumbs
Dr. Headphones: later, mr. muckle
Bambi: stress can be one of two things ... good or bad ... is this the good productive stress or the bad self destructive stress?
Bubba's Brain: I'm afraid I may eventually get a cease and desist from Universal Press Syndicate just like DFC.
||||||||| mrmuckle leaves to catch the 11:59 PM train to Hellmouth.
Bambi: yeah, that's it ... the close call on the asteroid
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm going to take off folks...
||||||||| Around 11:59 PM, Scooter Nureuter walks off into the sunset...
Merlyn LeRoy: probably, but it keeps moving around
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:59 PM and Scooter Nureuter steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bambi: night Merl ... thanks!
Dr. Headphones: bub: if you dn't publicize it, they might never know. 4 BILLION pages out there, they can't look at all of them
Rotonoto: make sure you have sufficient air speed before you rotate
ah,clem: night Merl, and tks
Bubba's Brain: nite, Brian.
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:00 AM.
Dr. Headphones: scooter leaves, scooter returns. scooter shoots, he scores! 3 points!
Bambi: just trying to perk ya up Roto ... hate to see ya down
Rotonoto: yes, if defenestration doesn't do it, there is always defragmentation...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
Dr. Headphones: yeah, i need to do that to a coupld of my drives too
Bubba's Brain: Conan the Defenestrator....
Bambi: well, you will need Windows to defrag ... not needed in Linux :)
Rotonoto: well bambi, i did forget to inflate the shoes, that seems to help
ah,clem: I shall snore loudly too, very soon, night all, and thanks for the great company.
Bambi: there ya go :)
Rotonoto: happy streaming, compadres
Dr. Headphones: tight, bedbugs, all that stuff, clem
Bambi: you leaving already clem?
Rotonoto: make sure and go around back before you stream, however
ah,clem: turning into a pumpkin.
Bubba's Brain: Ah, after midnight... new cartoon in the crosshairs. Just grazed Jeffy's forehead.
||||||||| Scooter Nureuter walks away to Public Address System.
Bambi: yeah, I hear ya clem :)
Dr. Headphones: i have a private address system here, this one is 192.168.1.100
Rotonoto: doesn't he know there is really no public in there, just an old megaphone and a stack of firesign theatre recrds?
Bambi: yes and the cool thing about that private address system is that it's only valid on your network :)
ah,clem: night all, and see ya nex time.
Bambi: guess not Roto :)
Rotonoto: good reception, guys
Bambi: night clem .. see ya soon :)
Bubba's Brain: Now is the time for all good rats to jump ship... starting with me
Dr. Headphones: if there's a megaphone, can rudy vallee be far behind?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 12:05 AM, dragging Dr.Bejamin by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dr. Headphones: don't jump yet, bub, i saw a shark circling
Bambi: have you been able to get the stream now Roto?
Rotonoto: he's in the extra stack over behind the door
Bambi: night BB ... have a good one!
Bubba's Brain: ah, cartlidge!
Dr.Bejamin: Vouches for bozo's....?
Dr. Headphones: hi dr. ben, it's a regular meeting of the a.m.a. in here tonight :)
Bambi: hi Dr. Benjamin
Bubba's Brain: nite all.
Rotonoto: bozotros, nosotros...
||||||||| Bubba's Brain rushes off, saying "12:06 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bambi: yes, catherwood has a great sense of humour
Dr.Bejamin: So....what's all this bru ha ha???
Dr. Headphones: especially if you split the key with him
Dr. Headphones: brew ha ha?
Rotonoto: which key is that? H sharp major?
Dr.Bejamin: Half a key....hey Flotsam.....I think they're playing our tune!
Bambi: yes, ah,clem is here but only in spirit I think at this point
Dr. Headphones: clem forgot to click the "exit" button. he's walking down the rubber line now, i bet
Dr.Bejamin: Then pass the spirits my boy!!!!
Bambi: great Flotsam and Jetsum
Dr.Bejamin: Exit left to funway
ah,clem: hi and good night, Dr. B, was just going upstairs to annoy bambi.
Bambi: he didn't forget ... he likes to see if he can die of the plague LOL ;)
Dr. Headphones: yes, do not ever exit to the right, rush limbaugh and dick cheney are waiting for you there
Bambi: ah, clem there ya are ... will take longer to see what you die of now LOL
Rotonoto: tonight: dengue fever
Dr.Bejamin: Ahhhhh.the plague of plays!
||||||||| "12:09 AM? I'm late!" exclaims ah,clem, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Bambi: we had two die of the plague in a row tonight!
Bambi: ah, there he does ...
Bambi: guess he figured there wasn't much chance of the plague again tonight :)
Rotonoto: you might get lucky and contract the dreaded Glaubner's
Dr.Bejamin: Roll the die and it s a two...uncanny perspiration!
Dr. Headphones: what?
Rotonoto: the only cure for whjich is death
Bambi: uncanny perspective?
Dr. Headphones: 99% perspiration, 1% pure idiocy
Dr.Bejamin: GLaubners? Sorry...I already have shortness of pants!
Rotonoto: what? what? what?
Dr.Bejamin: Hey lightbulb!!!!
Bambi: hard of herring
Dr. Headphones: i cured my glaubner's with loosner's
Dr.Bejamin: Ahhh the all weather breakfast!
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, i should ask, i suppose. are you dr. benjamin franklin, the only president who was never president?
Dr.Bejamin: No,son! I'm the only president who was NEVER president
Dr. Headphones: so that's why you're on the C-note, commonly referred to as "dead president"
Dr.Bejamin: Make it a B note...unless you're flat!
Dr. Headphones: we should shoot a docudrama about this. i'm sure it would play on pbs or telemundo or one of those fine networks!
Dr. Headphones: well, i'm flat chested, but my belly protrudes a little bit
Bambi: Ben Franklin had some very insightful things to say for sure...lots to think about.
Dr.Bejamin: How bout: SABADO GIGANTE!!!!
Dr. Headphones: and no, i'm not pregnant, being of the male persuasion all my life
Dr. Headphones: ben was a ribald old man, actually wrote a book about farts
Bambi: telemundo! haven't seen that in a long time
Dr.Bejamin: That's FRENT
Bambi: he wrote a lot of books from what I understand LOL
Dr. Headphones: unfortunately amazon has changed their search function, i got over 100 hits when i searched and it's not on the first page
Dr.Bejamin: Well...guys...I have to go where the bozo's go.....!
Dr. Headphones: http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1583940790/qid=1077858931/sr=2-1/ref=sr_2_1/002-0322645-7086446
Bambi: night Dr.Bejamin good to see ya
Dr. Headphones: well, dr. ben, come back when you can't stay so long ;)
Dr.Bejamin: and I promise to do the same if you do...hehehe
Dr. Headphones: hey, it's after midnight and i'm not a pumpkin yet! maybe my clock is slow
Dr.Bejamin: Its not your CLOCK thats slow.....
Dr. Headphones: i know, it's my brain.....oh well, maybe there's a drug i can take for it
Rotonoto: why doctor- someone has stolen one of the N's from your name!
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah....its by PHIZER...its called NIAGARA....
Dr. Headphones: you're right! now, he be jammin'
Dr.Bejamin: e only sex drug that pushes you OVER THE EDGE....!
Bambi: you guys are too much LOL
Dr. Headphones: yeah, i need to answer that email i got on that subject........
Rotonoto: now doctor, you wouldn't be typing to us from a mud hut somewhere in NW Afghanistan now, would you?
Bambi: slowly I turn ... step, by step, inch by inch
Dr. Headphones: i'm gonna run also, time to hit the sheets and fight with the kitties for prime position in the bed. see y'all later, dear friends
Dr.Bejamin: HEYYYY ABOOTTT!
Rotonoto: do you write any of your own content?
||||||||| At 12:22 AM, Dr. Headphones runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bambi: hey Ken! have a great night!
Dr.Bejamin: Hey Bambi....where'd you develop such a KEEN sensk a humor
Bambi: Niagra Falls LOL
Dr.Bejamin: You got it...cool!
Rotonoto: they say the canadisn side is prettier
Bambi: actually I had a father with a great sense of humor and a husband who also has a great sense of humour
Bambi: they keep me going :)
Dr.Bejamin: At the same time????
Bambi: well, yes and no
Bambi: my father is still alive :)
Dr.Bejamin: Well...it it must be the boost you get from LOOSTNERS Castor Oil Flakes
Bambi: that must be it LOL
Rotonoto: why are both of you SHOUTING?
Dr.Bejamin: Well...like the rookies say: It Ain't no use..if you ain;t got the boost...
Bambi: oh, sorry Roto .... lol (is that better?)
Rotonoto: I'm not hard of hearing, just obnoxious
Dr.Bejamin: Hey....Young guy....no one is shouting
Dr.Bejamin: You ears...just too sensitive
Rotonoto: ywes, like a little flower, my intense feelings for it...
Bambi: not hard of herring huh?
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah...you just like GORGONZOLA...the cheese monster.!
Dr.Bejamin: Hey my hearing has been impaired
Bambi: is that anything like Godzilla or Rodan?
Rotonoto: oh a old trick puzzle- so happen we find out answer tomorrow, next show!
Dr.Bejamin: Wow....you need to brush up on your early FST
Dr.Bejamin: Velly good...Rotonoto
Dr.Bejamin: You won smart cookie!
Bambi: darn...will have to listen again! I forgot something! ahhhhh!
Rotonoto: I got two ticket to forbidden city- and no buddhist writers
Dr.Bejamin: and no Jewish third columnists either
Dr.Bejamin: For we ...YOUNG GUY!
Bambi: hey, I have another good reason to go listen to another FST ... always good to have a a good reason ;)
Rotonoto: in obvious pun lie subtle conclusion- writer responsible for all problems he create!
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah...you tell him...Rotonoto....
Bambi: Roto knows tons of FST by heart ... clem does too ... but he's in bed waiting for me LOL
Dr.Bejamin: Well...maybe its a good thing that SOMEONE is waiting for you...or the electrician to come!
Rotonoto: if he gets impatient, he can pound on floor with his shoe, a la Kruschev
Bambi: well, the late show of the Giant Rat is over now
Bambi: yes, he could except he's about 12 feet away ... horizontally ... he was downstairs before :)
Dr.Bejamin: Bambi does her ballet
Bambi: ah, oh ... don't want to get stomped on ;)
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah...cause you be seen by GORGANZOLA....
Rotonoto: Bambi executes the dangerous 'horizontal approach', using her ice gear deftly to avoid sliding down the icy mountain crevasse to certain annoyance...
Dr.Bejamin: cheese monster...
Bambi: wow, didn't know I had it in me :)
Rotonoto: the sherpa guides are exhausted, trying to keep up with Bambi
Dr.Bejamin: The sherpa guides are sharp....
Rotonoto: she kindly stops l;ong enough to share her limited canister of oxygen with the exhausted sherpas...
Bambi: you know those sherpa guides
Dr.Bejamin: or maybe Bambi's sharp!
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah right.....
Bambi: I'll never tell
Dr.Bejamin: Of course not...not with that gag in your mouth
Bambi: always try to be a kindly deer to sherpas
Rotonoto: yes, they made her an honorary sherpa
Dr.Bejamin: Sherpa's or Bergers
Dr.Bejamin: Bambi Beger....
Bambi: well Roto great to see ya here tonight! And great to meet you Dr. Bejamin ... but need to hit the hay as they say :)
Dr.Bejamin: the passion of the sherpas
Rotonoto: no burghers are flatlenders, not fit for mountain climbing, only for politics and beer-making
Rotonoto: don't press this button!!!
Dr.Bejamin: Hit what hay???
Bambi: mountain climbing ... one of my favorite things
Dr.Bejamin: Hey RORO.....
Dr.Bejamin: you're good!
Rotonoto: boom! room explodes and sherpas go flying off in all directions (nite Bambi)
Dr.Bejamin: I'm impressed!
Bambi: straw, hay ... bales
Bambi: night Roto
Dr.Bejamin: Nite Bambi
Bambi: see ya later guys :)
Rotonoto: chewing gum, baling wire, crazy glue...
||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:39 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dr.Bejamin: Hey Bambi.....
Rotonoto: a yuh, it be in ruins, mate
Rotonoto: too late, she pressed the electric paislye off switch
Dr.Bejamin: it's just you and me....
Rotonoto: yea, and that amateur over there with a cassette recorder
Dr.Bejamin: Hey Rotonoto.....
Rotonoto: would you mind just keep the camera pointed down the hole...
Dr.Bejamin: we're gonna go for some nice dreams......
Dr.Bejamin: but would like to catch up with you again.....
Dr.Bejamin: you won smart cookie...its like a fortune to find you!
Rotonoto: ok, hey you can borrow one of my n's and I will be known as Rotooto...
Rotonoto: and you can be Dr. Benjamin for the entire week
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah...maybe then I can be known as Dr. BENJAMIN....
Dr.Bejamin: ut...after that...I won;t be jammin'.
Rotonoto: ok, fellow bozo, I wish you adieu, or pleasant dreams anyway
Dr.Bejamin: Yeah...man...like I said...you're sharp...and pretty ...cool!
Dr.Bejamin: Look forward to catchin you again!
Dr.Bejamin: I must go where the bozo's go...!
Rotonoto: ok dude, bring me seven new firequotes next week and we have humerous dual (duel?)
Rotonoto: farewell fellow bozo
Rotonoto: get your hands off me, I'm a newsman, I gotta find out- Reeeebusssss!!!
||||||||| Rotonoto departs at 12:45 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rotonoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:45 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Rotonoto: No- *yoy* hang up first!
Rotonoto: no you hang up forst
Rotonoto: my darn keybd can't spell
||||||||| Rotonoto says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Rotonoto exits at 12:46 AM.
||||||||| It's 12:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr.Bejamin - dead from the yaws
||||||||| 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."