A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for June 03, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "8:05 AM? 8:05 AM!!" says Catherwood, "nancy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as nancy enters and sits on the couch.
nancy: can you show me up?
||||||||| nancy walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| nancy has arrived at the appointed hour of 8:06 AM.
nancy: where
nancy: where's nickie?
nancy: you know if they dont chew.. their teeth grow through their brains
||||||||| It's 9:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nancy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 03, 2004 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "stephenfosterslagerkane-III should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as stephenfosterslagerkane-III enters and sits on the couch.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: am i still in this world?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: i was afraid of that
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: sometimes the magic works and sometimes it's so advanced as to be indistinguishable from technology... ;-)
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: now, to ghost-shirt myself...
||||||||| "9:14 PM? 9:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "No-REM Brain should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as No-REM Brain enters and sits on the couch.
No-REM Brain: Hey Hey Hey, It's S F K
||||||||| "9:19 PM? 9:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
Merlyn: brain no worky?
No-REM Brain: HI
No-REM Brain: Just been up with Doc last few nights crashing the cart
Merlyn: are you bubba's brain or some other brain?
Merlyn: ah
No-REM Brain: yes, bubba's addled brain
Merlyn: what's crashing? Just various bits?
No-REM Brain: Displaying individual items... spent two nights on a relative links issue with images....
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dave: hello
Merlyn: hi dave
||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits on the couch.
No-REM Brain: When we use something from one directory as a template for something displayed in the cgi-bin directory.... its jus weird
No-REM Brain: Speaking of weird....
cease: no rem brain, be you bubba?
No-REM Brain: (sorry I couldn't resist the lead-in)
No-REM Brain: bubba R us
cease: i have some news about red shift for you
No-REM Brain: yes.....
Dave: anyone remember how to convert from moles to molecules? damn chem final's tomorrow
||||||||| "9:24 PM? 9:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr Headphones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr Headphones enters and sits on the couch.
Dave: oh great now I'm gonna get a bunch of puns off that question
No-REM Brain: Avacodo's number?
cease: ma rainey's mole skin cookies?
Dr Headphones: hello, dear friends
cease: are we expensive?
Dr Headphones: run for your life (if that's what you call it)
Merlyn: sez the internet search: 6.02x10 23 molecules = 1 mole
Dr Headphones: dave: 6.023 x 10 ^^ 23 molecules in a mole
No-REM Brain: I see the fab four took drugs... could the four or five be far behind?
Dave: oh thanks, so I just divide the mass by that right? stoikeometry is a bitch
cease: isnt that the mexican sauce?
Dr Headphones: one thousand moles = one guacamole
Merlyn: our fab four fathers took DRUGS? everything I knew was right!
Dave: hey Ken, could you kindly not make yourself away please?
||||||||| betwixed&beTweeny enters at 9:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: hey, y'all listening to chomsky on the majority report?
betwixed&beTweeny: Live from Abu Garbage Prison...
No-REM Brain: See article reference in a.c.f
Dr Headphones: hi, tweeny
betwixed&beTweeny: Yo
No-REM Brain: Paul let it spill in an article for some mag.
Dr Headphones: done, dave. i never remember that
Dave: I know you don't
betwixed&beTweeny: Air America's pretty good, eh?
cease: i heard that, merl. boy, was i surprised.
cease: now, where's my hookah?
Merlyn: when noam chomsky walks into cheers, do the people say "NOAM!"?
cease: i agree tweeny. it's on all the time when i'm near a computer
Dr Headphones: hookahs are illegal except in certain counties of nevada
betwixed&beTweeny: Noam!
Merlyn: I think hookahs are only legal in nevadah
||||||||| "9:29 PM? 9:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "misty should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as misty enters and sits on the couch.
No-REM Brain: When Nim Chimpsky walks..... never mind.
Merlyn: synchronized puns
cease: and i don't have to pay $50 to hear him this time
Dr Headphones: play for me, misty
betwixed&beTweeny: I have an album by nevada michael walden
cease: play, misty?
No-REM Brain: I get misty......
misty: sam says uhhhhh too much
Merlyn: play it again, misty
cease: so much for lenon's kid's drawing
misty: i like this chat room.
No-REM Brain: Mista Misty, or Mrs Misty?
Dr Headphones: for those keeping score, i had baked chicken livers and pineapple upside down cake for my birthday dinner tonight :)
Merlyn: some of the other rooms are annoying
misty: misty. simply misty.
cease: actually, he said the same thing he's saying now in the expensive speech i saw him give recenltly
betwixed&beTweeny: It's wrong to eat an Indian's heart...
No-REM Brain: Dr, just as long as it wasn't chicken liver upside down cake....
Dave: I feel like shit
misty: he's brilliant -- but a terrible speaker
||||||||| At 9:32 PM, Dave vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dr Headphones: tweeny: how about a pakistani?
misty: very dull
Dr Headphones: brain: nope, kosher says keep fruits and organs separate ;)
betwixed&beTweeny: Pak a derm?
misty: monotone
cease: happy birthday, kend
cease: he's much better in Q& A than speaking
Merlyn: so he's a linguist but not a cunning linguist?
Dr Headphones: i'm not a jew but i play one on the dance floor
misty: interesting
misty: he's putting me to sleep
No-REM Brain: No apples on the Wurlizter? No bananas on the Hammond? DH
Merlyn: I'm not a piano but I play one on TV
betwixed&beTweeny: Colonel Angus of the Gentlemanly South here, son...
No-REM Brain: I'm not an actor, but I play one on TV....
misty: maybe sam will liven things up by asking a uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh question
No-REM Brain: Roses on a piano... Tulips on an organ....
betwixed&beTweeny: Ah, Clem
Dr Headphones: anyone here ever listen to wayne and schuster (?) and their "shakespearean baseball"? very reminescent of "anythyge" to me
No-REM Brain: Two lips...
cease: maybe he'll start ranting, and janeane will have to calm him down
misty: he'll uhhhhhhhh rant.... uhhhhhhhh
misty: sam drives me crazy
misty: wish janeane had her OWN show
cease: indeed, kend. i enjoyed wayne and shuster when they were on sullivan but up here, they're on tv far too often, and they're dead!
misty: noam chomsky is making me verrrry verry sleepy
Dr Headphones: i wish i had janeane......
misty: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
cease: by american standards, they were intellectuals. but then those are American standards
betwixed&beTweeny: Shoes for Industry!
misty: goodnight y'all
No-REM Brain: Noam knows the trouble I've seen.... Noam knows the sorrow....
betwixed&beTweeny: Bye misty...
No-REM Brain: Nite misty....
cease: just got a couple of vidal books from the library, he'll be on tomorrow night
Dr Headphones: i wonder if he has three sons and an enormous boat?
No-REM Brain: misty night....
cease: by misty
Dr Headphones: later, misty
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi sneaks in around 9:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
No-REM Brain: Stay, misty, for me....
betwixed&beTweeny: You too can be part of the Army Permanent Reserve
cease: hi bone
Bone-E-Boi: I wanna start a petition demanding that Al Franken follow Rush Limbaugh in the next time slot on Armed Forces Radio.
betwixed&beTweeny: Come here, Stay...
No-REM Brain: Hey Beeb
Dr Headphones: i wanna start a petition to have rush locked up in abu ghareib prison
cease: good one, kend
Bone-E-Boi: We could spank Rush with fraternity paddles.
No-REM Brain: i wanna start a petition to stop all petitions.....
betwixed&beTweeny: Hey, it's just like fratenerity hazing, ya know...
Merlyn: we could tear him limbaugh from limbaugh
cease: good one, merl
Dr Headphones: yeah, i was hazed. the difference is that i volunteered and even paid to join
No-REM Brain: .... cause i'm tired of all the re-petition....
Bone-E-Boi: Limbaaaarrrggghhh!
cease: hey merl, you know if the fireguys will be doing new stuff in their la gig?
cease: i heard bergman shilling for it on kcrw when i was down there last week
Merlyn: I'm not sure
betwixed&beTweeny: Jeeze I wish they were still doing the bits on NPR.
cease: some of my friends may attend
Dr Headphones: yeah, tweeny, i miss it also
Merlyn: I think the show sold out a while ago
cease: hope so. they haven't been this needed since vietnam
cease: no surprise there
||||||||| 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 doctecozoid disembarks at 9:40 PM.
betwixed&beTweeny: Hey doc
Merlyn waves
Dr Headphones: hi 'zoid
cease: and speaking of friends...
No-REM Brain: zoid!
doctecozoid: howdy
cease: how's lili in oz?
betwixed&beTweeny: Welcome to the graverobber's roadshow
Bone-E-Boi: To think that the second half of the first Love In happened in Pasadena, California, of all places.
doctecozoid: ah'm jes' a littl bit roto this evenin' - been burnin' the candle at both ends and a little in the middle
No-REM Brain: I only have Oz for you, dear.....
Dr Headphones: how many wicks you have, man?
Bone-E-Boi: Bergman did it at KRLA-AM in Pasadena. Harry Shearer was working at KRLA at the time. I wonder if he attended the love-in.
betwixed&beTweeny: I only have Harriet
No-REM Brain: I knew it, he's a wickan...
Bone-E-Boi: Bob Hope used to make fun of Pasadena. Harriet Nelson lived there for years.
betwixed&beTweeny: Llama!
Dr Headphones: leshow was great last weekend. i saved that "connect the dots" song and the "abu ghareib rap" by dubya. good stuff
cease: ozzie knows father
No-REM Brain: ... I remembner Llama...
doctecozoid: lili is recovering from a fall that bruised her face - it happened thursday (friday her time) - she was out with friends, at a byob place - as she was leaving with them, carrying her purse and a bag with two bottles of wine, she didn't see the uneven patch of sidewalk her foot thought was there and threw herself forward face first as a result
cease: oh no!
doctecozoid: because her hands were full she couldn't break her fall
No-REM Brain: ouch!
cease: that weird gravity down under, eh?
Bone-E-Boi: Harry Shearer is a fockin' genius.
betwixed&beTweeny: As Williams said about Tony Blair's comments circa 911, Bush "shoot, I can't even spell that"...
Dr Headphones: yeah, the face will heal. if you break the wine bottle, it's forever
Dr Headphones: please tell her i hope the recovery is swift, painless, and non-scarring
No-REM Brain: same from me....
doctecozoid: and she suffered a mild concussion right near her right eye - it was swollen shot for a couple of days (daze?)
betwixed&beTweeny: Best to Lili...
doctecozoid: shut
Bone-E-Boi: Ringo told me so. Is it true that the Beatles song Martha My Dear is about a dog?
cease: may the recovery be speedy and total
Dr Headphones: national health care there? if so, is she covered?
doctecozoid: it's still quite black/blue/dull green, and they gave her the first two days off this week because of some lingering disorientation as a result of the concussion
cease: isnt martha old liverpool slang for heroin?
Bone-E-Boi: or is it about a wild and totally hip psychedilic drug that I missed out on just like I missed out on the first love-in?
Dr Headphones: for those interested: 10pm eastern, discovery channel, thomas friedman one hour special on outsourcing
Dr Headphones: bone: i skipped the love in, went to the hate out
cease: i saw him on charlie rose last night.
doctecozoid: but she's back at work now, feeling much better although the bruise will likely take another week or two to clear up to the point where it doesn't immediately call attention to herself
Bone-E-Boi: bummer, dude. missed out on Martha.
cease: i liked what randi rhodes said about that. he looked like a melting candle
doctecozoid: thanks for all your good wishes, i'll pass them on
Dr Headphones: at least she had an excuse. dubya fell off his bike for no apparent reason. maybe he was eating a pretzel at the time???
betwixed&beTweeny: There was no rain in TX. They even lied about that...
cease: i think barbara fell off a bike many years ago. instead of a miscarriage, gw was born
No-REM Brain: Maybe he took off the training wheels.
Dr Headphones: rem: that kerry comment was so EXTREMELY funny :)
betwixed&beTweeny: Cheney let go for a moment.
cease: the training wheels come off your bike, you start to notice boys you like
Dr Headphones: lol, tweeny! didn't think of that one
cease: lyrics for happy birthday lisa. or happy birthday Gore Vidal
||||||||| llanwydd waltzes in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:48 PM and Bunnyboy steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
llanwydd: howdy folks
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Dr Headphones: hey bun
Dr Headphones: and llan
cease: hi bun, llan
betwixed&beTweeny: Evenin, welsh person
Dr Headphones: is this gore vidal's birthday too?
betwixed&beTweeny: They're hoppin all over the place
Dr Headphones: only famous person i know born today was jefferson davis
Bunnyboy: lo llanwydd. Almost bumped into ya, walkin in
No-REM Brain: Hey Bb!
cease: dont know, kend. he'll be on majority report tomorrow, you can ask him
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| misty - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctecozoid: hi bb & ll
cease: i just read half of one of his books of essays this afternoon
betwixed&beTweeny: No true Mississippi cowhard...
Dr Headphones: i will be on plan tomorrow, going to texas for http://www.kvil.com/clapton.shtml
Bunnyboy: XREM= Bubbba?
Bone-E-Boi: Gore Vidal would have been a marvelous First Uncle.
llanwydd: I did notice it was very unusual for two of us to check in at once
Bone-E-Boi: we wuz robbed.
Dr Headphones: two gents in one ;)
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Phuck Fonics', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
No-REM Brain: Yep Bubbas house of sleep deprivation and depravity....
Dr Headphones: on plane, not plan
betwixed&beTweeny: Wherebouts in TX?
betwixed&beTweeny: I'm hooked...
Dr Headphones: tweeny: fort worth for the weekend
Dr Headphones: hi fonics
Phuck Fonics: howdy do
No-REM Brain: fon hom
Bunnyboy: I'm tapping from Bunnette's Dell laptop. Keyboard sucks.
betwixed&beTweeny: Ft. Worth has a really good art museum, or so I hear. Long way from Austin.
llanwydd: haven't read Vidal but I heard "Lincoln" was good
Bone-E-Boi: Rush Limbaugh is in need of little restraints
doctecozoid: i hate laptop keyboards
Dr Headphones: keyboards on every laptop i've ever seen suck. i'm a numpad guy myself (degree in accounting)
Bunnyboy: hello?
cease: fonics
Phuck Fonics: Rash Limp Pa
betwixed&beTweeny: And speaking of the Great Michael. Anybody using Linux?
Dr Headphones: tweeny: i have many friends in austin, some may drive up to see me saturday
Bone-E-Boi: administer ECT right in the middle of his show?
cease: ive read i think all of his nonfiction, or will after i finish the new one about washington, jefferson, etc
Phuck Fonics: lill re somethings
||||||||| 9:53 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dr Headphones: tweeny: no, but i could if you want to see me here twice
betwixed&beTweeny: We should have a beer sometime.
No-REM Brain: Ø
cease: hmm, authochthanous, one of my fave words
cease: i could win myself a bee
betwixed&beTweeny: Oh dear, Bunny's parts all over the floor.
: XREM= Bubbba?
Dr Headphones: phi on you!
Bone-E-Boi: twenty minutes of heavy breathing afterwards. Listeners might think it's a typical show.
||||||||| "9:54 PM? 9:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
Bunnyboy: lo again
No-REM Brain: ►►►►►Yes, that be me, one and the same
Merlyn: bb, you logged out but kept typing...
Dr Headphones: cat: i saw that on tv tonight. one faints, other hyperventilates. quite the duo at the end
Bunnyboy: Merl: Tell me about it!
betwixed&beTweeny: A reconstructed Bunny. Miracle of science...
Dr Headphones: tweeny: should i ever get back to that area, will be sure to let you know
Bunnyboy: It was...spooky
Phuck Fonics: spÒÓky!
betwixed&beTweeny: smpteguy@themacisp.net
Dr Headphones: nice eyebrows there, fonics ;)
Bone-E-Boi: All in favor of administering ECT to Rush right in the middle of his show--sign the petition.
Bunnyboy: He had to pluck them, then draw them.
Dr Headphones: you're now officially in my address book :)
betwixed&beTweeny: And then quarter them.
Bunnyboy: I work in a financial institution. As you can imagine, we make up nicknames for our "regulars".
llanwydd: What is ECT? Ectoplasm?
Phuck Fonics: Well, anywho, the concert plans go well, so far http://concert.edwood.org/
Dr Headphones: any of them named "ethyl"?
Bunnyboy: One lady has white hair and jet black eyebrows. We call her The Evil Muppet.
Bone-E-Boi: Electro Convulsive Therapy aka electroshock
betwixed&beTweeny: And ethyls. Sorry, reflex action...
cease: the ethyl and regular show, starring noam chomsky and gw bush
Bone-E-Boi: It should be videotaped. It would be fun to watch Rush jiggle.
No-REM Brain: NOAM!
betwixed&beTweeny: That would be freakin' hilarious. Give Bush a dictionary and an encyclopedia.
Bone-E-Boi: like a big bowl of jello
Dr Headphones: noam-yesfm
Bunnyboy: I was perusing the latest Psychotronic Video magazine, and read a very interesting obit.
llanwydd: It gives me a very funny mental image
No-REM Brain: Do tell Bb.
Dr Headphones: ed-woodstock? funny! will read it all after chat
Phuck Fonics: cool
Phuck Fonics: so who died?
Bone-E-Boi: okay I'm a hypocrite
cease: today, oh about 70 million people
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
betwixed&beTweeny: Mark Twain.
cease: of course, that was after they changed the water
Dr Headphones: he's been dead since 1910
Bunnyboy: Didja all know that the guy who patented X-Ray Specs, Sea Monkeys and 195 other thangs, including several other classic comix ads products...was a member of the Ku Klux Klan and Aryan Nations?
Merlyn: yep, and he was jewish
cease: he needed a way to see through the hood, eh?
betwixed&beTweeny: That's faster than anyone's been dead before...
Phuck Fonics: Sea Nazis
Bunnyboy: Just like Schickelgruber. Go figure!
Phuck Fonics: Kosher Sea Nazis
No-REM Brain: Ya know, if those specs really worked, he'd a seen we're all the same under the skin....
betwixed&beTweeny: Mel Brooks rocks. Winter for England and France...
cease: the president of the united states IS named bush
Merlyn: if you look at sea monkeys really close, they goose-step
Phuck Fonics: have a swastia have two swastia have three swastia
betwixed&beTweeny: Quit slapping me!
Dr Headphones: i'm not the same under the skin. i have no appendix
No-REM Brain: Skin's the thing that if you've got it outside, it helps keep your insides in.
Bunnyboy: (sings) I used to be the King, the King of Old Broadway...
Phuck Fonics: Named ShickleBushers, indeed
Phuck Fonics: xCurise the SP
betwixed&beTweeny: If Bush wins the election, I'm going to move to Texas. Oh, wait...
Phuck Fonics: Phuck Fonics sèz that
Phuck Fonics: If Bush wins the eleciton I'm going to do my Fuhere's Face parody
cease: i've already moved to canada. of course, i was born here
betwixed&beTweeny: God save the Queen.
Phuck Fonics: backbacon, yum
Dr Headphones: and freddie mercury's soul....
Bunnyboy: Ya mean it, man?
betwixed&beTweeny: Rock me, Amadeus
Phuck Fonics: keep yourself a jive
Bunnyboy: SCTV, Vol 1. - on DVD Tues.
cease: you listening to chomsky?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: aaaaaah, bak
cease: sounds a lot like pass the indian please, etc
cease: and booty-full?
Phuck Fonics: Mellonville
betwixed&beTweeny: According to Robin Williams, that's what they say in SF ;)
llanwydd: Is Chomsky on the radio?
cease: yes now, on air america.com
betwixed&beTweeny: Is Chomsky real, or is he memorex?
Bone-E-Boi: I'm gonna chill and lurk while I create digital Art of the Insane. http://www.sito.org/cgi-bin/gridcosm/gridcosm?level=1834 I'm cranking it out faster than Picasso. So do carry on. I'm here in spirit.
Phuck Fonics: Chomsky foot prints on the tv, cd, but not the radio
doctecozoid: bb: i gave in last weekend and ordered the ni komplete lto upgrade
betwixed&beTweeny: I really wish they'd stream Air America in MP3 format.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: good luck BEB
llanwydd: I have yet to read Chomsky but I know about his ideas
No-REM Brain: Are they real... or are they mamorex...?
Dr Headphones: ok, bone, draw on
doctecozoid: i own absynth, so i quality - what an amazing suite of soft synths
betwixed&beTweeny: Implants, no doubt.
doctecozoid: i QUALIFY
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: everything I think I know is just...static on the radio
betwixed&beTweeny: What PC do you run absynthon?
No-REM Brain: that's the idea
Bunnyboy: doc: What did you order?
doctecozoid: pentium 4 2.8ghz - built it first thing last year to do cat's red shift production work
llanwydd: absynthe is illegal in some countries
betwixed&beTweeny: Sounds nice. Drooling for a Mac G5 here...
doctecozoid: my sound card is a creamware luna 2 (the german company that almost went under last year)
Phuck Fonics: the green hue
cease: i dont know how good the power book is yet, but it sure looks nice
Bone-E-Boi: If you drink that stuff, you'll be crazier than Van Gough. Maybe that's what Martha was.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: filthy weasels
doctecozoid: it's a good card, if occasionally flaky - very clean sound, good throughput
No-REM Brain: Matha Van Go?
Dr Headphones: chartreuse
Bone-E-Boi: Martha My Dear.
cease: Van Couver?
Phuck Fonics: I would change Mr. McLean's lyric to "This world was never 'fit' for."
Bunnyboy: doc: What did you order?
doctecozoid: bunny: native instruments has packaged up a bunch of their best softsynth packages and is selling it as a bundle
Phuck Fonics: Van Gogh diddy
llanwydd: Martha a Gogh-Gogh
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: i think he did a frankenstein, Bun
doctecozoid: the normal deal is that you can get the bundle for $700 if you already own licenses to two of the synths in the suite
Phuck Fonics: on the magogo
Dr Headphones: doc: including a digeredoo?
No-REM Brain: Gogh Van Morrison
Bunnyboy: doc: Oooh. Nice!
Merlyn: Austin said he'd try to get to the chat this week
Bone-E-Boi: I think hidden drug lyrics are just a ruse to hide the embarrassing fact that the Beatles were writing songs about their pets.
doctecozoid: but they ran a promotion in may where you could get it for 500 bucks as long as you already owned one of the synths in the suite
betwixed&beTweeny: 6 more weeks of Edgar Winter?
Phuck Fonics: Sgt Poodle's
Dr Headphones: and a month of johnny winter, too
Phuck Fonics: Eight Cats a Week
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: "synths in the suite" sounds like a good group name...
Bone-E-Boi: Hey Bulldog was a breakthrough song.
Phuck Fonics: Razorback rider
llanwydd: Did you know they had a pet glass onion
llanwydd: The dig a pony
doctecozoid: the suite include absynth (the one i already own), reaktor 4, pro-52 (prophet 5 emulation), fm7 (dx7 emulation), and a couple other things (i forget what they are)
Dr Headphones: i had a grilled vidalia onion with my dinner tonight :)
No-REM Brain: Paul had a walrus.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: there must be a pony in here somewhere!
Phuck Fonics: Hey Pooch
Dr Headphones: short-term memory?
No-REM Brain: .. or was that was...?
betwixed&beTweeny: Yikes. Have you compared the computer output to the real thing?
Bunnyboy: Yeah, I always knew GOT TO GET YOU INTO MY LIFE was about grass. *What?!?*
cease: pet beetles
No-REM Brain: Was, not was.
Bone-E-Boi: a modified dog having undergone further modification... no, wait. that's Zappa.
doctecozoid: WMSD (weapons of mass sonic destruction)
No-REM Brain: Best Pete-les
betwixed&beTweeny: Don't eat that yellow snow...
Bunnyboy: Arf, she said
Phuck Fonics: don't you eat that HMO snow
No-REM Brain: Bet Peetles
llanwydd: bet it wasn't a GLASS onion, kend
Bone-E-Boi: arf, she said.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III listened to part of WPKN's long Zappa celebration last Friday
betwixed&beTweeny: Is Phillip here? Where's Phillip?
Bone-E-Boi: Twice.
Dr Headphones: nope, from georgia (sweet georgia brown onion)
||||||||| Elayne enters at 10:15 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Merlyn: no, phil might come in tonight, but no guarantee
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yeah, those Glass Onions are small, really minimalist
Dr Headphones: hi e
doctecozoid: or terence for that matter...
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: hey el
No-REM Brain: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: he's visiting Ira, Tween
Bunnyboy: lo el
doctecozoid: hi e
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: YOW! Hey, E!
betwixed&beTweeny: Atlanta and Austin; where traffic problems are a thing of the past.
Bone-E-Boi: I just posted to talk.bizarre about Acme Klein Bottles a few hours ago.
cease: what;s your favourite beatle drug song?
Phuck Fonics: howdy do
betwixed&beTweeny: Hey E
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: HAPPY BIRTHDAY 52 KEN!!!
llanwydd: Philip? Phiip Glass? Prince Philip? Philip Proctor?
Elayne: Is Ken here?
cease: phil, phil, phil and phil
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Do you have Prince Philip in a can?
Dr Headphones: actually, klok, it's the 52nd anniversary of my only real "birth" day
Bone-E-Boi: http://armagost.blogspot.com/2004/01/zero-volume.html
doctecozoid: chlorophyll?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yes, tonight's theme is phil-osophy
Bunnyboy: lo el
llanwydd: Phil and Don
Phuck Fonics: Let's see, Bone-E, ohhhhhhhhhh, "I'm only Dreaming."
betwixed&beTweeny: It saves confusion. Mind if we call you phil?
doctecozoid: get your fill of our philosophy
llanwydd: Phyllis Diller?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: (everyone knew him as Nancy)
Phuck Fonics: Fil, is tooooo cooool.
Elayne: All in all, I'd rather be in Phil-adelphia.
Bone-E-Boi: so many phils. where's theo?
betwixed&beTweeny: We are now cruising at an altitude of 50 feet.
Bunnyboy: There are a whole slew of Charlie Chan films coming out on DVD. The box set is called the Chanthology.
No-REM Brain: Dr. Philgood.
Dr Headphones: i'm cool too. got the a/c on and minimally dressed
llanwydd: Philadelphia?
cease: for fifty foot women?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Lieutenant! Deploy muck-rake!
betwixed&beTweeny: Chan. What the human body can endure...
llanwydd: I see you beat me to that one Elayne
Phuck Fonics: That is cool, Doc. It's rather cool here, weather wise - that is.
Merlyn: I'll start a phillibuster, buster
Dr Headphones: numbah one son....
Bunnyboy: Dr. Phil is being sued by a psychotherapist.
cease: cream cheese? chai knees?
betwixed&beTweeny: Oh, you meant Charlie...
Bone-E-Boi: Feel Awesome
Phuck Fonics: I had a Philly Phudge pop tonight.
No-REM Brain is taking up Philately
betwixed&beTweeny: I'd rather be in Fillydelphia.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: not as good as a Philly Sleaze-steak
Bunnyboy: Stamp out Philatelists!
cease: janeane's getting better.
doctecozoid: it's been cool here on the least coast most of this week (especially in the evenings) - it's very pleasant tonight though, the back door is open and lili's kitties are romping outside
llanwydd: No Dr. phil is being sued by a philanthropist
Merlyn: lol BB
Phuck Fonics: Two Bee ore knot too Bea, that is Opie's aunt.
Bunnyboy: No, REALLY!
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: or...a pizza steak, oh goddess of cholesterol that I could still partake of such potions!...
Phuck Fonics: Illllllillllll kitties
cease: i didn't know you mass turpanated
betwixed&beTweeny: Let me Opine on the matter
No-REM Brain: Its actually the hobby of collecting Phils....
Dr Headphones: screw the cholesterol!
No-REM Brain: ....But I'm tired of it...
llanwydd: guess we've had our phil of that joke
No-REM Brain: I've had my Phil!
Bunnyboy: Someone's suing Dr. Phil for not making...
Bunnyboy: oh crap
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: but, but...there is an infinite supply, made fresh daily
No-REM Brain: Ya beat me Il
betwixed&beTweeny: Ya know, the universe is getting smaller. Or is it bigger?
cease: imagine merry, pippin, sam and frodo as firesign theatre
||||||||| 10:21 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dr Headphones: yep, tweeny, it's one of those
||||||||| "10:22 PM? 10:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
betwixed&beTweeny: You have to imagine that?
No-REM Brain: ... Or should I say phILANWYDD?
Elayne: Betwixt, definitely bigger. http://www.nealadams.com - look for his "Science Project"
Phuck Fonics: Precious pickle in Rocky's bag
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yeah, lots of those and not many of us
Bunnyboy: hiysa
llanwydd: noe of them could play frodo
betwixed&beTweeny: Except that it's slowing down. And at some point...
cease: hey el, know the red star? heard bit of an intrview with its creator on air america this aft
No-REM Brain: so ,which one gets to carry the ring?
cease: proc can play Anything
betwixed&beTweeny: Well, get yer surf board. It's high tide.
Bunnyboy: Merl: My display went all HTML code
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: wow, another CIA official to bite the dust!
Dr Headphones: klok: besides tennant?
Merlyn: whad'ya do?
doctecozoid: ok i have to get cracking on some programming for no-rem ... i'll keep the chat window open but don't be surprised if i don't say much
llanwydd: i mean none
cease: i thought chalabi gave that code to the iranians, bun
betwixed&beTweeny: Quick, get the English Schoolboy's decoding manual...
Merlyn: ok dok
Dr Headphones: the head code?
cease: keep em flying, doc
llanwydd: Pete can carry the ring. He started the whole thing anyway
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: (sings) "Where have all the font-kerned characters gone, long time passing?...Gone to HTML code every one! When will they ever learn..."
betwixed&beTweeny: A simple rebus could figure it out...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yeah, on NPR just now, Ken
Bunnyboy: I dunno. This is Bunnette's laptop. Maybe I sprung a code page.
Dr Headphones: klok: who told you that you could sing?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: enjoy your crack, DT
Phuck Fonics: Head code :-)
Merlyn: could be; some browsers can go into display HTML mode, I think
llanwydd: rebus canebus?
Dr Headphones: i'm watching discovery channel, friedman's outsourcing special
Phuck Fonics: anti-hissssssss-the-means
betwixed&beTweeny: HTML, the biggest hole anybody's every been in.
cease: we have adiffernt dicovery channel here
Bunnyboy: I'm gonna go BBQ some swine. May BBL. Nitechez.
betwixed&beTweeny: Next to C++.
cease: is neal cassady on that bus?
Merlyn: ok BB, may want to check if Austin shows up
llanwydd: cowboy neal at the wheel
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: sheesh, Tween, you'll have Berners-Lee turning over in his grave
Dr Headphones: mmm, bbq pork :) the ONLY true bbq meat
Phuck Fonics: Gots to go, bye all.
betwixed&beTweeny: No, but I think David and the gang are about to sing us a song...
cease: you cheap whore!
Dr Headphones: later, bun, fonics
cease: that'll show him up
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: nite PF
betwixed&beTweeny: Bye P
Dr Headphones: klok: he's not dead yet, is he?
cease: pf
||||||||| 10:27 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: just a bit of humour, Ken...
betwixed&beTweeny: Again, BBQ rabbit. Tastes just like chicken though...
cease: merly, i didnt know you now head the cia
llanwydd: nobody caught my grateful dead reference did they?
Dr Headphones: yep, klok, i think it was gerald ford who said "if abe lincoln were alive today, he'd be spinning in his grave."
llanwydd: rabbit tastes nothing like chicken
||||||||| "10:28 PM? 10:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Phuck Fonics TOO should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Phuck Fonics TOO enters and sits on the couch.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: why does everything "taste like chicken"? try telling people something tastes "just like lizard" and see what happens...
Merlyn: shhh! I'm under cover
cease: how can tthey be greatful? they're dead
betwixed&beTweeny: Nope. May Garc be resting in peace with Charlie Parker and such.
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Phuck Fonics at 10:29 PM
stephenfosterslagerkane-III is still dealing with Grateful Dog...
Phuck Fonics TOO: HEY! did the board sign me out, or izzzz I here twice
Phuck Fonics TOO: OK
Dr Headphones: well, dear friends, the yawns have attacked me totally, will say "adieu" and see you next week
doctecozoid: he's here again for the first time
Phuck Fonics TOO: just wee slow - bye again.
Elayne: Bye Dr H!
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: happy celebration of whatever, Ken! You deserve it!
Merlyn: I killed off your previous self, but unless your IP address changed, you could've logged in over yourself
||||||||| Dr Headphones leaves to catch the 10:30 PM train to Hellmouth.
llanwydd: night ken
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: what's going on? -- there's two of everyone but me!
llanwydd: who are you? I was here first
cease: off you go, kend
betwixed&beTweeny: It's been fun. Until last time, again...
doctecozoid: there ain't enough room in this chat for both of me
||||||||| 10:31 PM -- betwixed&beTweeny left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn: bye tweeny
cease: bye tween
cease: i wonder what a bad visit with tennant would be
llanwydd: nite tweeny
cease: listening to bush on janeane's show
Merlyn: doc, there's only one of you
doctecozoid: oh, i guess the other guy sitting next to me here is an illusion then
doctecozoid: thanks, i was wondering...
cease: surviving the commute, el?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Cat: can you say "Abu Ghraib"? ;-)
doctecozoid: (he looks remarkably like me...)
llanwydd: and you're one of us I think
No-REM Brain: doc doc... whose there?
doctecozoid: (...so life-like...)
cease: grab those ahabs
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: the attack of the...doppelgangers!
Merlyn: a pair a docs
No-REM Brain: a gang of dopplegangers?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: moby dick reversed!
cease: ay hab, the ay rab
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yeah, REM, in Dusseldorf!
No-REM Brain: kcid ybom
llanwydd: abu graib, sheik of the burnin sands
No-REM Brain: SFK -- or is it Doppeldorf?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III is a big fan of Moby Dick Rehearsed (which is not about funerals)
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: you're probably thinking of Doppeldorf-tossing, REM
No-REM Brain: The play's the thing....
llanwydd: Doppeler radar
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: that's abu graib, shreek of the foot-sole burnin sands
cease: rader is a dope?
No-REM Brain: And the walls came dopplling down....
llanwydd: got mail. brb
cease: radar's nadir?
cease: ah, bach!
No-REM Brain: Nope, Nader's Nadir.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: auerbach?
cease: looks that way, rem
cease: of course, that is the nadir
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: 3-part inventions?
Elayne still has a cold... going to lie down now...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: get well, E!
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:38 PM.
No-REM Brain: Nite, E!
No-REM Brain: nightie?
llanwydd: just got an email from Robyn Givens but I didn't care enough to look at it
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phuck Fonics TOO - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: you're a stern taskmaster, llan
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: you too, Ilan?
No-REM Brain: Given Robyn a chance....
No-REM Brain: Riven Goblyns a dance....
cease: by el
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: slice time!
cease: te kittens, especially jazz, are fascinated by the tv
llanwydd: you got the same one stephen? I hope it was nothing important
cease: Slice Time, circumsolar dick, techtive
No-REM Brain: Looks like we got ourselves a Bris!
No-REM Brain: To Moyle, to Moyle, I love ya, to Moyle....
cease: kyle, get outta that grave and come and get circumcized
Merlyn: Federally APPR0VED (258) STUDENT L0AN C0NS0LlDATl0N N0TlFlCATl0N
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: electro-circumlocution
Merlyn: Yes, all that spam-dodging number-spelling makes it look AUTHENTIC
No-REM Brain: Guy goes into a doctors and says he wants to be castrated....
No-REM Brain: After arguing with the guy, the doctor agrees to do it....
No-REM Brain: In the reovery room, doc says "I noticed you'd never been circumcised..."
No-REM Brain: Guy says "Oh, damn, THAT's the word!"
cease: good one, rem
Merlyn: so draw a circle around him, what's the problem?
No-REM Brain: Was the world kosher before it was circumnavigated?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: not until they got undersea telegraph cable all the way around, REM
Merlyn: I'm jellin' like a pelican
cease: hey senor magellan, wanna buy a mutual fund?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: those balls made his fortune. she little knew he would invent...KELVINATOR!
Merlyn: Is Ian McClellan jellin'?
llanwydd: cat, do you have fid mag?
No-REM Brain: I'm not tellin'
llanwydd: just wondered if you knew anything about it
No-REM Brain: What you sellin?
cease: what's that, llan?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III thought all loyal Americans had bought into Edward C. Johnson III's little scheme...
llanwydd: I meant, you mentioned megellan. Do you invest?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III is being asked right now to vote to continue his daughter, Abigail P. Johnson in power...
cease: not in magellan but a friend does. just thought that the first white guy to circumnavigate the globe might be surprised at what's happened to his name
Merlyn: he's turned into shoe pads
cease: i'm watching something about companies hiding out in the caymans on pbs detroit
llanwydd: interesting point.
Merlyn: jellin' like magellan
llanwydd: I think you need to invest a minimum of 1000 in magellan
cease: we had this guy write something for us in adbusters, long, long ago
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:55 PM, then departs.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: damn! did those fake alligators get loose in Detroit, too, Cat???!
No-REM Brain: You keep yellin bout magellan!
cease: boxed in, that was it, when aq was in its bid anti tv phase
cease: hey roto
llanwydd: wish I had that much to invest
Merlyn: my crotch is swellin'
Rotonoto: hi guize
No-REM Brain: Hey roto...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: sorry, Ilan, too late -- nobody (else) can invest in Magellan now. It's gotten out of hand...
cease: what's up?
No-REM Brain: you don;t need to be tellin'
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: hey, Roto!
cease: do some push ups, merl. it'll go away
Merlyn: launch a ship with a millihelen
Rotonoto: in need of some levity, just off phone with sister and it was not good- family soap opera and all- Bah Humbug!!
llanwydd: didn't know that, foster
No-REM Brain: throw a towle over it ...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III hates when that happens
Merlyn: throw a trowel over it
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: sorry Roto. How about some dielectric antenna jokes?
Rotonoto: who's logged on as no-REM? anybody Roto knows (the nose knows...)
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: possibly Bubba's Brain in a new guise?
Rotonoto: yeah brian, how many dielectric constants does it take to...
No-REM Brain: Bubbas sleep deprived brain
Merlyn: new brain!
No-REM Brain: same as the old brain
Rotonoto: my brain is just punchy and somewhat outraged
No-REM Brain: DOn't get fooled again.
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: well it depends on whether you need it high (the gate insulator) or low (the insulating layer)
No-REM Brain: ha ha ha
||||||||| "10:58 PM? 10:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "zappa's ghost should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as zappa's ghost enters and sits on the couch.
Rotonoto: all these parasitic capacitances and inductances are driving em med, I tell you!
cease: mark is making a lot of sense, about bush
No-REM Brain: Why did the electron cross the PN junction?
Rotonoto: me mad
cease: zappa's goat? i thought he preferred mud sharks
No-REM Brain: To get to the other side!
Rotonoto: must have been a career move for charge enhancemnt maybe?
Merlyn: never say diode
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: it looks like the gate oxide is going to stay SiN or something, but maybe the gate will be metal instead of poly. But they're going to low-K stuff for the insulator, and that's all organic and not holding up too well against chemical-mechanical polishing step
Rotonoto: tetrode! tetrode! Pnetode!
Rotonoto: tunnel diode! Hot carrier diode! It's mad I tell you, all mad!
No-REM Brain: So I say... 12AX7... you needed a 6AU6... ha ha ha....!
llanwydd: a panda walks into a restaurant with a shotgun. He has lunch, fires a shot into the ceiling and walks out. The owner is curious so he looks up "Panda" in the encyclopedia. He reads: Panda - Black and white bear. Lives in China. Eats shoots and leaves.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Rotonoto: LLanwyd provides cosmic relief
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: that's the problem with the gate oxide, Roto -- it's too thin and the stuff is tunneling thru; the leakage is awful. They're going to fin-FETs and all kinda 3-D stuff; it's pretty bizarre
cease: a 6 year old kid told me that joke 6 years ago
cease: now its a best selling grammar book
Merlyn: "panda" can be abbreviated as P&A
Rotonoto: its madness in the trench fet's, I tells ya...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: they always rip off the kids -- everyone seen that Cisco ad that disses the little girl?
No-REM Brain: Okay.. now that we've all proven our geek credentials.....
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: now the real situation is that the kid probably knows 1000 times more about that system than her boomer daddy, but that does not play well with the target audience, so the Cisco kid is made out as a real idiot
llanwydd: Did you hear about the old lady that had her knitting needles confiscated at the airport. They were afraid she'd knit an afghan
No-REM Brain: ouch
No-REM Brain: the Cisco Kid?
cease: wasa friend of mine
cease: he drink whiskey, pancho drink the wine
llanwydd: who the hell is this "Crisco Kid"?
cease: what, no taquila in mexico?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: yeah, the little girl in the TV ads who says, "Daddy, I downloaded a cool game on your computer!"
No-REM Brain: Oh, not the old west outlaw....?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III wishes they'd confiscate some of the nut cases who started this war at the airport
llanwydd: I see zappa's ghost is here. Anybody we know?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: well, hi, Frank!
llanwydd: ghost or goat or ghost of goat or both?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: a survivor of the Bay of Goats?
Merlyn: how can they be zappa's ghost? Moon unit isn't dead...
No-REM Brain: Can we speak Frankly....
llanwydd: maybe he's a zapatista
Rotonoto: let's be frank here...
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| zappa's ghost - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
No-REM Brain: Wearing a goat-ee?
Merlyn: now he's a real ghost
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: very true to form
stephenfosterslagerkane-III could not resist that Zinni-ism
Merlyn: nothing sadder than a dead ghost
llanwydd: now his ghost is dead too
Rotonoto: only a firesign geek can navigate the moat of horrors and delight and come out the other side- "back to life, good as new, and fully accepted into the alien community"
Merlyn: except two dead ghosts
stephenfosterslagerkane-III won't ask how a ghost dies. Bravely, he supposes...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Bay of Ghosts?
Rotonoto: newbies haven't a chance, the humor is to thick and morphed in here, it's all so derivative, though well- integrated at the same time
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Roto is getting positively existential on us!
Rotonoto: oh god no! my secret is out!
cease: good point, roto
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: it's acutally pretty light on the Firesignese most of the time, although the memes run in packs, 4 sure
||||||||| "11:12 PM? 11:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead_Uber_Alles should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead_Uber_Alles enters and sits on the couch.
cease: zappa died again?
Rotonoto: ach- der mudhead ist!
No-REM Brain: Mua!
cease: stop tracking mudhead all over my nice clean kitchen floor
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: continously
Merlyn: it got good ratings the first time, cat
No-REM Brain: Sig...
No-REM Brain: Freud...
No-REM Brain: Sig ....
No-REM Brain: Freud....
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: the modern-day artist refuses to die (Groening "Life in Hell" tribute to Zappa post-mortem in 1993)
Rotonoto: what? no step function at the junction!
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: vas ist losch?
Merlyn: Hooooogan!
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: nah, Fermi's not on the level anymore
Rotonoto: das is nicht fer der finger gerpokin' und der mitzengrabben...
cease: do quantum mechanics on quantus enter another quanta?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: BTW Roto -- highly recommended book: Crystal Fire. Shows why the transistor guise ended up hating each other.
No-REM Brain: Hier ist wo wir sprechen uber die Feursign Spielhaus....
Rotonoto: I can well imagine...
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: das ist un over da shoulder boulder holder
Rotonoto: Shockley was such an egoiste
cease: wasnt that the Firesign Theatre Story?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: that's why Quantas has never had an air disaster: they do and don't and just cover up one of them.
llanwydd: und vatsch das blinkenleits. I've seen that too
cease: what do you know about Milliken?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: it's every manage a trois, isn't it, Cat?
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: i do it most mornings onna cows
Rotonoto: yah yah, relaxen und watchen der blinkinlights
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: really into oil, Cat
cease: some sort of phyisict long ago. i went to jr. high named after him.
Rotonoto: really into milken it for all it's worth
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: ich bin der chrom dinette!
cease: just visited it last week for first time in 40 years.
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: So when Bush and his chronies start Armageddon, where will you be?
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: ...but one day he just "dropped" everything...
Rotonoto: you know, like the Enron AH said on tape: F---- california, oops- arbitraging the hell outa california...
cease: i was in shop class at milliken jr. high when kennedy was killed
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: they're giving weapons to Geddons again? When will they ever learn about this stuff??
No-REM Brain: When the revolution comes, I will be late. And I'll be shot as a traitor. Going through life without a timepiece did pay off.
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: but he really wasnt, just ask George Tewnet
Rotonoto: the geddon reserves buried under a mountain of falling marmosets
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Yeah, Cat, it's going to be like that -- we'll all remember where we were...briefly...
Rotonoto: "This is the part of the show where we dance"
Rotonoto: thank you, Dieter...
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: If you can't do anything else -- dance
cease: inventing a nation, i just checked that book out of the library today
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: the dance for today is Danse Macabre
Rotonoto: "a republic, mam, if you can keep it..."
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: falling marmasetts, those are just like the cans my mom used to open
Rotonoto: (Ma'am?)
stephenfosterslagerkane-III must acquire some enlightening material to listen to during walks. the music on the FM is repititious or inane and the news is depressing.
Rotonoto: (madam?)
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: unable to compose palindromes that fast, SFK must now, regretfully bow out to watch BBC news and recooperate from The Day
cease: i put a hold on dude, where's your stupid white men cassettes from library. may get them by 05
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: Roto -- I hope all soothes out for you and that Things Get Better...
Rotonoto: what- they got you woikin' again already? actual combat fatigue? (nite)
Rotonoto: t'anks, Brian
Rotonoto: life's little challenges
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: k, didnt mean to step on any marmasettes
Rotonoto: I just got buried under a fall of family marmosets
stephenfosterslagerkane-III: no, Roto, still gainfully unemployed, but it was a busy day dealing with the police and such. Be well, all; CU next week
||||||||| 11:24 PM -- stephenfosterslagerkane-III left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Rotonoto: nite!
No-REM Brain: nite SFK
Rotonoto: hey, I'm self-unemployed myself
cease: by klok
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: u employed yourself?
Rotonoto: I'm self-unemployed, with brief forays into employment, just to keep my skill (and a roof, etc.)
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: Im un-employed, except when I work
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: If you can call it a living
llanwydd: ø¥þ®ºª©
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: sorry, Windings are only redeemable in Buffalo
Rotonoto: dipus of zun transliterator...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:28 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: hey shooz
cease: take off your shoes and come on in
Rotonoto: work as UN translator, all are becoming clear now... all your bases is our
llanwydd: hey shoes
shoes for the dead: are those my cues??
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: Even Catherwoods retiring
cease: i had a friend who used to be a un translator
Rotonoto: get your thumb off the script, I'm reading it
Merlyn: are you gellin' in your shoes?
Rotonoto: like the uncola except the untranslator, AKA opaque man
cease: murray, gell, man
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: an untranslator?
cease: he made people incapable of understanding themselves
shoes for the dead: no, mine are industrial
cease: in many languages at once
Rotonoto: takes perfectly good translations and obscures them into a nonexixtent auxiliary language
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: huh?
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: what did you say?
Rotonoto: that's what seh said...
shoes for the dead: like the cia, Roto?
Bone-E-Boi: I'm back. Another piece of Insane Art is done. On a virtual canvas of black velvet.
Rotonoto: das waz she sed
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: I cant understand you, talk louder
Rotonoto: no, they be unencrypting them crips, man
Bone-E-Boi: and the bbc, Roto? And B.B. King?
cease: are you related to the elevator boy?
Rotonoto: Rebus, you must be insane!
shoes for the dead: RTTY??
Bone-E-Boi: And Doris Day, Roto?
Rotonoto: no but we're counting him anyway- and also your bar of soap
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: Wheres that been?
Rotonoto: Doris refuses to come outa retirement for us
llanwydd: I'll be signing off now. See you next week.
shoes for the dead: meow
Bone-E-Boi: digital weeping clowns on virtual black velvet
Rotonoto: over and out, dude
cease: my kittens sleep on
shoes for the dead: bybydd
cease: will email you ll
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: see ya later
Rotonoto: roger 2150 bye...
Merlyn: bye llan
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: awww, clowns in kitty suits
Bone-E-Boi: a masterpiece to frame proudly in your home entertainment center
Rotonoto: raises its level, eh?
shoes for the dead: but they're clean
Rotonoto: oh look- kittys in clown suits on green velvet
Bone-E-Boi: cease, I hope Kobe gives Don Imus the game ball. In person.
cease: i'm not sure who don imus is, but my dedication to the lakers goes back to when they moved to la
Rotonoto: och! they're speaking a foreign language again- sports talk western subdialect
cease: i think i saw don on 60 minutes long ago, never heard his show
Rotonoto: Imus in the morning? (I'm not a morning person and never have heard the guy)
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: he used to be funny
Bone-E-Boi: wearing a dark blue Palm Beach jacket, a conservative tie and a white Oxford shirt with broad narrow checkers on it. They're fashionable these days. Make him look a little like Howdy Doody.
Rotonoto: so was rush
Rotonoto: it's serious now...
shoes for the dead: we a speakin' japanese, now, ROTO??
Rotonoto: der O'Franken ist funny
Bone-E-Boi: the checkered shirt, that is
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: yeah, too serious
cease: go nihongo
Rotonoto: nah still mainly German ahoes
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: but 1200 hamburgers to go was priceless
Rotonoto: shoes
Bone-E-Boi: broad narrow don't ask
shoes for the dead: gesudnheit, roto
Rotonoto: 1200 hamburglars on the wall, 1200 hamburglars and beer...
Bone-E-Boi: O'Franken beat Rush to death with a Fraternity paddle.
Rotonoto: I coitainly hope so
Bone-E-Boi: the videotape is uglier than Rodney King
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: he didnt feel a thing tho
Rotonoto: "Dialup!" she cried- "I need bandwidth! More bandwidth!"
Rotonoto: "Download this!" said shoes for the dead...
Rotonoto: I have Glaubner's myself, but I refuse to take the cure- death is so unbecoming
shoes for the dead: alas,,,,shoes can only dial up,,,,
cease: see doctor memory
Rotonoto: oi! me too, guy- Rotonoto a very cheap, likea continental breakfast...
Rotonoto: no paya for de beeg banda widtha
cease: hows it steppin, shoes?
shoes for the dead: probly as bad as my mutuil inentity
cease: you correct multiple identity stamps too?
Rotonoto: well, don't everybody joke at once
Rotonoto: I already redeemed mine
Rotonoto: for valuable prizes
shoes for the dead: sadly, yes. I'm seeking help, tho,,,,
Rotonoto: and other premiums
Rotonoto: Roto go 'way short time- you guys annoy eath other, I be back...
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: thats ok, I can annoy myself just as easy
shoes for the dead: (roto's preparing a canvass)
||||||||| "11:50 PM? 11:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
cease: hey bun, you still gellin?
Bone-E-Boi: Bun, baby, yer back
shoes for the dead: hey bun
Bunnyboy: Hey, check this out. It's neat.
Bunnyboy: http://www.daboyz.org/honda/
||||||||| "11:51 PM? 11:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "sunny jim should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as sunny jim enters and sits on the couch.
Merlyn: I've been sitting on the couch
Merlyn: couching my words
||||||||| 11:53 PM -- sunny jim left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
shoes for the dead: is your but sore yet, merlyn?
Merlyn: butt out
cease: sunny? better than moonie
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: Mud outt
Mudhead_Uber_Alles: g'nite Dear Friends
Bunnyboy: nite Mud
cease: mell ott?
||||||||| 11:54 PM -- Mudhead_Uber_Alles left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
shoes for the dead: oops, squeese me please....
cease: you you ooze
cease: off you ooze
cease: where are you, shoes?
Bunnyboy: I'm sleepy already. Hot in West Seattle.
Bunnyboy: Nite, again
Merlyn: nite bb
shoes for the dead: MT
cease: at 830?
cease: by again, bun
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:56 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cease: is that near MIT?
||||||||| 11:56 PM -- Bone-E-Boi left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: that's what the bottle is next to me
: We are all dead
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi sneaks in around 11:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hey, you did it again
Bone-E-Boi: I lost my exit strategy
shoes for the dead: no, I'm a floss tycoon
Bone-E-Boi: Nite
Bone-E-Boi: I'll try to exit gracefully.
||||||||| 11:58 PM -- Bone-E-Boi left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: i'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy
shoes for the dead: bye, bone
cease: sayeth tom waits, if not originally
cease: movin from montana soon?
cease: i've driven through montana a few times
cease: really fucked up his pass
||||||||| 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..
shoes for the dead: nah, can't afford the move to billville
cease: you in the state nature forgot to hate?
cease: roto's in texas, right?
shoes for the dead: Rocco inc flooded the market with the opium floss...............
shoes for the dead: Rococo
No-REM Brain: dead for the shoes!
shoes for the dead: oops!! heres the antelope freeway!!! if you lived here, youl'd be sleeping on my couch
cease: opium eyes
cease: and the ayes have it\
cease: habbit?
cease: hobbit?
shoes for the dead: 1/4 mile
shoes for the dead: 1/4 mile
shoes for the dead: ile
shoes for the dead: le
shoes for the dead: e
||||||||| shoes for the dead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, shoes for the dead exits at 12:11 AM.
Merlyn: things are winding down
cease: i guess he put his shoes back on
cease: no austin tonight
cease: what will molly ivins do?
Merlyn: probably not, though one time he showed up long after everyone was gone
No-REM Brain: or houston, or dallas
cease: true
Merlyn: well, nite folks
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 12:16 AM.
||||||||| llanwydd sneaks in around 12:23 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: I'm back. Had to deal with some noisy neighbors
llanwydd: bye merl
llanwydd: couldn't believe the loud party next to my house. Never happened before
llanwydd: anybody still on?
doctecozoid: i am - but barely
doctecozoid: trying to help out no-rem with some web site programming
doctecozoid: (it's not going well)
doctecozoid: (in that small hangups are making it difficult to make decent progress)
llanwydd: doctecozoid sounds like an opiate
doctecozoid: yeah don't it tho
doctecozoid: i'm in as much of a no-rem state as no-rem ... hence the slight alteration in my usual handle
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: poor no-rems. You should get your doctor to prescribe ambien
doctecozoid: well once we get this programming work done and no-rem can launch, we'll get caught up on our rest
llanwydd: I've been on it for a week and I'm a changed...
doctecozoid: changeling?
doctecozoid: channeling!
llanwydd: change changing places
llanwydd: "Changeling" only appears in "A Midsummer Nights Dream" as far as I can tell
llanwydd: Channeling only appears in Shirley McLean (sic?) as far as I know
doctecozoid: McLaine?
doctecozoid: wonder how she's doing these days
llanwydd: ah yes.
llanwydd: my speling is going heighwyre toknight
doctecozoid: y'know, her work in those '60s urban angst comedies still holds up remarkably well
doctecozoid: urban and suburban
llanwydd: she a really suburban actress
doctecozoid: yes
llanwydd: did you see her in "The Trouble With Harry"?
doctecozoid: though i thought at least one of those comedies she did with jack lemmon was set in the city
doctecozoid: title sounds familiar, can't place the plot
llanwydd: Hitchcock film about disposing of a dead body
doctecozoid: hmmm
doctecozoid: dang, it's not ringing a bell - and i'm a hitchcock fan too
doctecozoid: i'll have to seek that one out
llanwydd: 1955
llanwydd: with Shirley and Edmund Gwenn and Jerry Mathers
doctecozoid: she was in that? how old was she, 18?
llanwydd: quite young, I remember
llanwydd: it was filmed in Vermont
doctecozoid: i'll definitely have to seek that one out
llanwydd: I've seen all of Hitchcock except for most of the silent films and one early talkie called "Waltzes From Vienna"
doctecozoid: an amazing director - only weakness is he had a general disdain for actors and as a result did not always get the best performances out of them
llanwydd: I've heard otherwise. As a matter of fact I heard that Stanley Kubrick was the one who had such great contempt for actors
doctecozoid: really....
doctecozoid: hmmm i guess what they taught us in film school was just conjecture or something
doctecozoid: i think in general all control freak directors tend to look down on actors because they can't control them
llanwydd: I understand Hitchcock was a very demanding director
Rotonoto: what what waht? the all night images are still happening
llanwydd: as a stage actor myself I can tell you that's true, doc
llanwydd: yeah, I'm back sooner than I expected, roto
Rotonoto: I see from the log cat thinks I'm in Texas- never happen, GI
Rotonoto: he mixes me up with Rich/Freqman
Rotonoto: but you guize talk among yourselves- here let me suggest a topic- "What's left after Roto bows out and crashes?"
doctecozoid: no-rem and i are working on getting his web site up
Rotonoto: bye guys I'm fading fast...
doctecozoid: shopping cart development delayed - many small snafus
doctecozoid: nite roto
Rotonoto: ahhh, have fun, famous directors I have not known by shakea spear...
llanwydd: nite roto
Rotonoto: ...and don;t forget the mass emailing (I did, wazappinin? later guize...)
||||||||| At 12:54 AM, Rotonoto runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
doctecozoid: actually the mass mailing seems to be on hold
doctecozoid: wcguy emailed me and said to hold off until further notice
llanwydd: do I get the mass mailing
doctecozoid: no, it was a plot to inundate air america with emails suggesting firesign guys would make good remote correspondents at kerry events
llanwydd: a mass mailing is when the parish priest lets you know about upcoming services
doctecozoid: lol
llanwydd: so what
llanwydd: I meant so what's no rem up to
doctecozoid: pretty much same thing as me
doctecozoid: he's trying to fix javascript probs, i'm working on perl cgi
doctecozoid: back in a minute
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: hello I must be going. The neighbors are getting loud again
||||||||| No-REM Brain says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, No-REM Brain exits at 1:07 AM.
doctecozoid: what a pain in the ass
doctecozoid: sorry to hear
||||||||| It's 1:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctecozoid: outtahere
||||||||| It's 1:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| doctecozoid - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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."

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Dr Headphones
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Phuck Fonics TOO
Phuck Fonics
shoes for the dead
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