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 August 12, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 12, 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?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bubba's Brain into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:03 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Bubba's Brain: Hi, Bri!
Merlyn: hello
Merlyn: how's the shirt biz?
Bubba's Brain: Not too bad... though things have slowed from the first month.
Merlyn: laugh.com should help volume
Merlyn: anyway, that's the whole idea behind rotating the slogans
Bubba's Brain: Yep -- I had to put in a re-order for CD's almost immediately for some titles, and they mentioned they sold 4 in the first week.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:08 PM and late as usual, it's Dave, just back from Billville."
Bubba's Brain: Hey, Dave.
Merlyn: I'm not sure if I should mark things like Anythynge as being out of print or not
||||||||| Dr. Headphones sneaks in around 9:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hi dave
Dave: 'lo
Dr. Headphones: howdy, dear friends
Bubba's Brain: Hey, DrH.
Dr. Headphones: what's the topic of discussion tonight?
Bubba's Brain: Well, there's no more being made right now.
Bubba's Brain: Don't have one yet.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:10 PM and late as usual, it's ddywnall, just back from Billville."
Bubba's Brain: RIP, Rick James.
Dr. Headphones: hey, llan
Bubba's Brain: RIP, Fay Wray
ddywnall: anybody home?
Dr. Headphones: ah, bub, he wasn't one of my favorites
Merlyn: true, but not much reason to point it out; I may put a note on the page for that particuar album. Fighting Clowns is OOP but you have stock, right?
Dr. Headphones: define "anybody"
ddywnall: name three
Merlyn: trivia: do you know whose murder you're trying to solve in "Clue"?
Bubba's Brain: Yes, I have the last few copies of Fighting Clowns. But when they'r gone, they're gone.
ddywnall: a guy named Body, isn't it?
Merlyn: yeah, Mr. Boddy
||||||||| Johnny Piano waltzes in at 9:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Johnny Piano: I don't have an announcement about closets...
ddywnall: Hey Johnny
Johnny Piano: Good evening, all
Merlyn: unlike the gov of NJ?
Johnny Piano: Exactly, Merl
Dr. Headphones: hey jp, are you out of the closet now? are you the mystery man seeing the jersey guv?
Bubba's Brain: Yep, RJ wasn't one of my favorites either, but he was an interesting cat, and a good musician.
Merlyn: maybe he'll burst out of the closet saying he's been listening for the last hour
ddywnall: I used to live in NJ. I haven't kept track of the governors lately
Johnny Piano: No, Ken - I'm just down on women right now, but that won't stop me from going
Dr. Headphones: i've been in nj, have no desire to live there unless it's out in the boonies of the west or south
ddywnall: yeah, I can't believe all the good things I keep hearing about Rick James now that he's dead
Johnny Piano: Last time I was in Jersey was '96 during my brief tour with Big Bob Dole
Dr. Headphones: we're all saints after death
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:15 PM and cease steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Johnny Piano: Cat!
Bubba's Brain: Hey, cat!
ddywnall: I lived in western NJ. It was pleasant
ddywnall: hi cat
Dr. Headphones: meow, cat
Dr. Headphones: jp, i haven't been down on a woman for a long time. too long.
Johnny Piano: Damn - someone got Cat's tongue.
Bubba's Brain: He's cat-atonic!
||||||||| Catherwood leads inside, makes a note of the time (9:17 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Johnny Piano: I hear ya, Doc - it's been awhile for me too - on the wagon since my divorce
¶: Howdy do
cease: greetuns
Johnny Piano: Hey, did Prince just show up?
ddywnall: a paragraph has entered
cease: aha, now it works. before i typed but nothing happened
Bubba's Brain: Hi, Paragraph.
Dr. Headphones: hey, not a pair of graphs;, only one graph per customer!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:18 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving klokkwerkhund coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
¶: Prince, good 'un.
Merlyn: he looks like Alfred Hitchcock
Dr. Headphones: hey klok
¶: How 'bout a pair of Ds?
klokkwerkhund: 'lo all
Johnny Piano: The mysterious Klok
Dr. Headphones: double d? at least a 44, i hope ;)
ddywnall: hey klok
Johnny Piano: Schlepping in Deutschland tonight, Klok?
Johnny Piano: That's one hell of a balcony, Paragraph
Merlyn: anywho, BB, I've put notes on Anythynge and FClowns on availability
klokkwerkhund: yeah, speaking of double .de's...
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: dumb and dumber?
ddywnall: better than dutching in shleppland
Johnny Piano: Pass the dutchie
Bubba's Brain: Okay, Bri, thanks.
klokkwerkhund: yeah, lost a finger in that dike...
Bubba's Brain: Rum and runner.
cease: pennsylvania deutchland?
Dr. Headphones: who you callin' dumb? i'se as smart as the next guy.
Johnny Piano: Make mine Bacardi
klokkwerkhund: yep, Rt. 20 all the way. Lancaster forever...
ddywnall: I had Fighting Clowns. I thought it was awful
Johnny Piano: And pretzels from Penn Dutch
cease: you can be the head idiot in my country
cease: i agree ddy
klokkwerkhund: I'm more Santorum than thou...
¶: Pen seal vain a dutch sea mammal with a hex sign
ddywnall: well, I'm the dumbest guy in my country
cease: if dutch schultz married dutch reagan, they'd be double dutch?
Johnny Piano: Apparently another case of not what it set out to be (re: F Clowns)
¶: & a bic
¶: not to flick
Dr. Headphones: i have FC. some good, some better, very little rises to "great" compared to the rest of the oeuvre
cease: some of the tunes were good, but the whole thing was disastorous
Johnny Piano: Now that's a case for Danger, Double Dutch and no fingers in the dike!
klokkwerkhund: our head idiot is a far better idiot than any you pathetic foreigners ever managed to cook up. USA #1!! Go USA!
cease: i think kurt weil was turning in his grave
ddywnall: and yet the tour was fantastic
cease: get your hands off of mrs cheyney
Dr. Headphones: i don't know any dykes who would allow my finger to enter
Merlyn: and we still have Jerry Lewis
Johnny Piano: Klok, to quote Austin: "I'll grant you that"
¶: Generaly grant that
ddywnall: I think they put out "Lawyer's Hospital" to make up for FC. That one was actually pretty good.
¶: l
klokkwerkhund: our soldiers have invaded Haiti, Iraq, Afganistan and soon Iran, all in the last 2 years...and all your soldiers have managed to do is mistreat a few African kids. How can you possibly compare the two countries or yours to our brave leader????!
cease: i disagree, ddy
Johnny Piano: I'd love to hear the complete Joey Demographico stuff aside from what was on Lawyer's
cease: they both suck. just in different ways
Dr. Headphones: invaded is a strong word. we were invited by certain parties
klokkwerkhund: the USA rools the Imperialism games in Athens-- you wait and see
ddywnall: I saw that tour. Joey had some good sight gags
Dr. Headphones: i plan to girlcott the olympics.
Johnny Piano: Ken, may I have one in surgery, sir?
Merlyn: have our soldiers invade by walking backwards, so they'll think we're leaving
¶: How about Sir Real?
¶: Backwards :-)
klokkwerkhund: they're moonwalking, Merlyn
Dr. Headphones: knight of the square table
Johnny Piano: Real, unreal, surreal, I don't care!
¶: Three square tables a day.
cease: how about seem real?
Bubba's Brain: Surreal killer.
klokkwerkhund: other, pathetic countries' soldiers can only goose-step, but ours can moonwalk
ddywnall: which reel?
Merlyn: then they'll think they're being invaded by clones of michael jackson
Johnny Piano: Have the soldiers led by Michael Jackson in one of his martial outfits!
cease: the last reel of this vintage motion picture
klokkwerkhund: whew. it just started to rain. I got home 5 minutes ago...thanks, whomever
¶: Ain't gonna do it, Marshall.
Bubba's Brain: Hey, but can we beat Portugal in soccer shortly after being invaded? Answer me that.
klokkwerkhund: marital or martial?
Merlyn: a whole new meaning to "send our boys over there"
Dr. Headphones: little shower here earlier today, barely got things wet then sunny again
ddywnall: we've been getting rain all summer
Johnny Piano: It's unseasonably chilly here in what is usually swelterland during August!
Dr. Headphones: we invaded portugal?
¶: Oh, feces.
cease: a great country
Johnny Piano: Burning feces, Paragraph?
cease: more english speakers in lisbon than in vancouver
cease: better wine too
klokkwerkhund: Bubba - if they don't ante up, and that goes for all the other so-called "western allies", we shure as HECK will beat them. We'll turn their economy to jelly and cut off their supply of tourists and...and...
Bubba's Brain: Port-a-gull.
||||||||| Dave sneaks in around 9:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
cease: even the japanese food is better, when you consider that japanese food was originally portugese food
Johnny Piano: Yo Dave!
Dr. Headphones: ante up? we're playing poker at the UN?
Bubba's Brain: Hello agin, DAVE.
ddywnall: hey dave
cease: hey dave
¶: Ante up, Auntie Em, Anti-Antichrist
ddywnall: port of geese
||||||||| At 9:29 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dave!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
klokkwerkhund: no, Bush has got Perot's crazy aunt working for Rumsfeld
Johnny Piano: Cat, I've heard of leftovers but that's ridiculous
Bubba's Brain: Portable Geese.
Johnny Piano: Aunt Perot...
cease: tempura, for example is portugese
¶: Anti Mr. Freeze whims big time.
Dr. Headphones: gimme a double ethylene glycol on the rocks
Johnny Piano: Aunt Poirot...
ddywnall: oh, perot! you've done it again
klokkwerkhund: Ken - just heard WXHQ-LPFM's new ID driving in: "From the roof of the Hotel Viking in Newport, your official RI Tsunami Watch Center..."
Bubba's Brain: "They keep coming and going and going and coming, and... always too soon."
Merlyn: he's now the gov of CA
cease: they froze your foster?
cease: must have been painful
¶: I've got a pocket full of mire a cools
Dr. Headphones: lol, klok! by the time you hear it's happened, you'll never get high enough to be safe
cease: have a cheese log
Johnny Piano: Lily Von Schtup?
Bubba's Brain: Jawohl.
cease: lucy van pelt?
klokkwerkhund: dunno, I can get pretty high...
Johnny Piano: Pelted with vans...
Dr. Headphones: i want one of those cheese logs rolled in nuts.
klokkwerkhund: (someone is reading the Vancouver phone book?)
Johnny Piano: Having a lucy nation...
Johnny Piano: Ken, take your cheese log to Washington - plenty to roll in
Bubba's Brain reaches down, does something with a cheese log, and hands it to Dr. H.
Dr. Headphones: i said nuts, not idiots!
Johnny Piano thinks it's time to start the cheese log throw...
cease: if microsoft made them, they'd be idibots
ddywnall: throw a cheese log on the fire
Johnny Piano: Bot-tergate
cease: ssss
Dr. Headphones: uh, bub, that don't look like cheese to me. but i like the way you used that corn for texture. reminds me of a payday bar :)
Bubba's Brain wants to build a cheese log cabin.
¶: 57 varieties one flavor oily charm & cheddar
Johnny Piano: At least it's not a Reggie bar
cease: have some lincoln logs. abe no longer needs them
¶: vote often vote early but just vodoodough
Merlyn: vodoodough economics?
cease: i woman i know whose monniker is voodoo doll is going to run for governor of alabama
Dr. Headphones: i would vote more than once this year, but they put that nastly little X next to your name in the book, they know
Bubba's Brain: Build a tiny little cabin in Linkin Park.
Johnny Piano: The economy IS on pins and needles, I guess
Merlyn: tell 'em you're twins
¶: Al A. Bama OHHHHHH don't you cry for me
Bubba's Brain: Its the stupid economy!
klokkwerkhund: it's underwater, is what i'm reading
Johnny Piano: 'Cause I come to beat Obama wit' a banjo on my knee
klokkwerkhund: of course it's a stupid economy -- look who's running it
cease: even a banjo is smarter than allan keys
Dr. Headphones: use waterproof ink if you want to read underwater
¶: We build a new ziggurat, next to the ziggurut.
Johnny Piano: Time to learn how to catch and breed schnook
klokkwerkhund: ;-)
Johnny Piano: Hey Cat, isn't the Japanese word for toilet similar sounding to banjo?
ddywnall: read underwater? Is that a zen proverb?
¶: First, give the schnook a wink
Bubba's Brain: "I trust God speaks through me. Without that, I couldn't do my job.'' -- GW Bush, July 9, 2004
¶: Mondo Zen
Merlyn: you can't have ziggurats in reztrants anymore
ddywnall: your can't flush a banjo
cease: so that's why he can't do his job.
cease: maybe you yanks should elect the pet goat
ddywnall: it just sounds that way
Johnny Piano: So now GW is channeling God? Give me an effin' break!
Bubba's Brain: Either that, or God is a blithering idiot.
¶: Pet Goat for Prez __ Pet Clack for VP
cease: yes, benjo. that's the impolite word. they also use oteirai, which means hand washing place
Merlyn: just think of him as god's muppet
¶: Pet Clark
Dr. Headphones: oh yeah, jp, it's well documented. pope john paul jr. says he's the antichrist
¶: Maybe, Clack
Johnny Piano: With Bush we can't likely have the Guaranteed Annual Year
cease: must be zoraster's evil god
Dr. Headphones: that's ahura mazda
Johnny Piano: Merl, that's blasphemy! We all know that role belongs to Frank Oz
¶: Alexander the Great sezzzzzz
cease: i know a place...
Bubba's Brain: Also Sprach GW.
Merlyn: I should have some clips from the natural history museum show up fairly soon
¶: downtown?
Merlyn: the sound still won't be very good, though
Johnny Piano: Don't sleep in the subway - there might be Sarin gas!
cease: god is dead, neitche neitche is dead, god
klokkwerkhund: gettin' all Petula-nt on us?
cease: good news, merl
ddywnall: magical mystery museum?
Bubba's Brain: Petula Clark?
klokkwerkhund: homer: wait a minute...
Johnny Piano: A dirty job - how's about Finian's Rainbow?
cease: better tha god news
¶: Magical Mystery TOR
Johnny Piano: Nietzche?
cease: i never said i could spell
klokkwerkhund: JP - blame it all on the little people. Send 'em back to Japan...
cease: not so little in japan anymore
Johnny Piano: That's okay, Cat - I only know it from it being used in song lyrics
¶: Niche Che - orange tea market
Bubba's Brain: God is love - love is blind - Ray Charles is blind ------ ergo, Ray Charles speaks through GWB.
ddywnall: I know why that TOR was thrown out there
cease: good one, bub
ddywnall: Ni Chai
klokkwerkhund: not to mention the sudden throwing of syllogisms. what's next, the I Ching?
cease: we fru i ching out the window
Johnny Piano: I Ching would be appropo on this forum
cease: have any of you head Still Waiting for the Electrician?
klokkwerkhund: and now, he's suing us
¶: They took all the Lennons and put them in a Lennon museum and they charge the people 1500 ¥ just to see 'em.
Dr. Headphones: the electrician is suing us?
klokkwerkhund: yes, we are the I Ching on the FST cake...
cease: almost more than you wanted to know about the making of that album
Johnny Piano: We are now unanimous...
¶: Bill or George them __ anything but Sue 'em
ddywnall: I've head all of them
klokkwerkhund: the head Electrician? union?
¶: Billville' em
Johnny Piano: I have a heardache
ddywnall: so what it Still Waiting?
cease: lemons arent that expensive. limes, on the other hand...
cease: a show by david ossman from i think 92. i just listened to it a few days ago.
¶: You can't sue city hall, in Sioux City......unless
klokkwerkhund: does it have the s/n of the metal stamping apparatus used to make each disc?
Bubba's Brain: Put the lime in the cocoanut...
cease: he interviews the other lads abvout their memories of making that album
Johnny Piano: Cola nut...Uncola nut...ha ha ha ha
ddywnall: I bought 2 limes today for 66 cents
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 9:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Johnny Piano: I'd like to hear that, Cat
Dr. Headphones: how do, dex
Johnny Piano: Dex!
Bubba's Brain: I've heard it, but not in about 10 years.
Dexter Fong: Herro Flends
Dr. Headphones: i don't think i've bought lemons or limes for years
Merlyn: heehee, Para
cease: does lodestone sell it? i forget where i got it. from fred maybe, or maybe from david?
¶: Yeah, Dex
Johnny Piano: Drop that door knocker!
cease: hi dex
klokkwerkhund: limes are 3/$2 here, Cat. outrageous in the summer. best so far has been 3/$1 on sale. i thought you had all those Iranians up there, should keep the price down...or are they all the rich refugees?
ddywnall: where is Still Waiting available to be heard?
Dexter Fong: Guten Abend Herr Klockmeister
¶: Hold that tiger
cease: no, cheap here. expensive in japan.
klokkwerkhund: saem 2 U, Dex
ddywnall: hi dex
¶: Put some lime zest in you salmon cake mix, yummy!
Bubba's Brain: probably from david -- it was only intended as a radio show for Ossman's Audiola, never published for release.
Dr. Headphones: llan: i haven't even heard OF it, let alone heard it. and you can't roller skate in a buffalo herd either
klokkwerkhund: everything is expensive in Japan -- supports the local lime farmers...
Dexter Fong: Hi Ilan
Merlyn: I think Firezine used to sell 'still waiting'
Johnny Piano: I think you're right, Merl
Dr. Headphones: i had a friend who took business trip to japan. his advice if i go there was to take plenty of business cards and never offer to pick up the meal tab
¶: Moonshine Still Weight Inn
cease: maybe that's where i got it.
¶: Go see the Moss Temple, Kyoto.
klokkwerkhund: yeah, I read that biz card thing is quite a ritual
Dr. Headphones: they serve blue moss there, i suppose
ddywnall: how expensive can rice be anyway
Johnny Piano: What? They pray to moss?
cease: good idea, kend and paragraph
cease: kyoto is full of beauty
¶: Ain't never been, but, I whiffed a molecule, once.
Dexter Fong: Kate Moss? I worshipped at her Temple...and other parts of her anatomy
¶: Oh, Johnny.
Johnny Piano: Sounds like moss insanity to me
cease: the moss temple is my wife's favourite
Johnny Piano: Kate be too skinny fo' me
ddywnall: I knew someone once who said he fell of Mt. Fuji
klokkwerkhund: ; wishes he could visit all these places
cease: that's hard to do
Dr. Headphones: he's no fun, he fell off mt. fuji!
Bubba's Brain: did he leave a film?
Dexter Fong: Who, pray tell is the "Paragraph" indicator?
Merlyn: I fell off a 30 story building
Johnny Piano: Lost track of the horizon, did he?
klokkwerkhund: hard to fall UP Mt. Fuji
Dr. Headphones: ASA 400, 35MM
Merlyn: luckily, just the bottom 2 steps or so
klokkwerkhund: controlled descent into terrain
||||||||| ¤ sneaks in around 9:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Johnny Piano: Film at 11
Dr. Headphones: square is here :)
cease: i used to see Fuji on my daily commute into Tokyo from Chiba
Johnny Piano: Hey, it's Green Lantern!
¤: Howdy do, it's ¶, again.
Bubba's Brain: Wasn't the airplanes that got him.... it was hitting the ground at high velocity that killed the beast.
¤: http://neko.homeunix.net/~petterik/koketera/
¤: moss temple URL
Merlyn: now you're into interrogation, it looks like
klokkwerkhund looks up at The Great Wave at Kategami which is on the computer room wall...
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off at 9:52 PM
cease: i got a few pix of kyoto on www.seemreal.com, the travelling ishikawas, japan
Dr. Headphones: RIP, paragraph. (sniff, sniff)
Dexter Fong: Hey Klok!!! How you feeling?
Bubba's Brain: Wasn't the beast that got her, it was old age that killed the Beauty.
cease: most of japan is amazingly ugly, but not kyoto
klokkwerkhund: much better, thanks, Dex
¤: Alas, po' ¶ I iz him, well well well
Merlyn: that's the end of that paragraph
Dexter Fong: Klok: Good =))
cease: were you under the weather?
Johnny Piano: Hopefully they got an interview with Fay Wray for the King Kong DVD before she passed
klokkwerkhund: pulled 7 mi today in buckets of sweat, just a little numb now
Bubba's Brain: Hope so. Noticed in an aticle she did some Radio Theatre in the 40's
klokkwerkhund: plus mowed the lawn during Mad Dogs & Englishmen time
Merlyn: "kong was all hands"
cease: kept thikning of the bruce cockburn line, "i feel like faye wray next to king kong"
Dexter Fong: Klok: If you start whipping yourself etc..... well, forgetaboutit!!
cease: but you yanks never heard of cockburn. your loss
Merlyn: or at least one big hand
¤: Ping Pong, Mad Strikes Back :-]
Johnny Piano: Now I have visions of Leon Russell in a top hat...dammit, Klok!
Dr. Headphones: if you start whipping yourself, you might be a muslim
cease: he's playing vancouver next week. i wonder if he'll do Roll Away the Stone
Johnny Piano: Only tune I know is "Rocket Launcher", Cat
klokkwerkhund: no, I'm just trying to establish dosage, Dex. I should probably add, but unwilling at the moment. Doing fine
ddywnall: cockburn is something like jock itch, isn't it?
cease: a tune i liked
Dexter Fong: Let's give Fay Wray a big hand folks
¤: I had cockburn, form my one hand, 'bout 68
Merlyn: "you might be a muslim if..."
klokkwerkhund: no, that's shi'ite, Ken
klokkwerkhund: LOL, Dex
Johnny Piano: Cruex may help
cease: hey, here's a red hand
Dr. Headphones: klok: you've seen one muslim, you've seen 'em all? they all look alike to me?
klokkwerkhund: Wray's autobiography was called On the Other Hand...
¤: Gotta go, 'pectin' a call, bye all
Dr. Headphones: reminds me of "the mote in god's eye"
Dexter Fong: You might be a red-neck muslim if you blow up cars on your front lawn
Dr. Headphones: later, square
cease: by square
cease: brown shoes don't make it
Bubba's Brain: Oht the other other hand....
Johnny Piano: Cast that mote!
klokkwerkhund: personally, I wouldn't want to go there...
Merlyn: while they're still on blocks
cease: to the wind
Johnny Piano: See ya, GL
Johnny Piano: AH, Vince Guaraldi
klokkwerkhund: (gone)mote()
cease: that;;s Dr Funk to you
klokkwerkhund: oops -- (gone)mote(): /* consider the previous a, um, fragment */
Dr. Headphones: dr. funk is a colleague of mine
Merlyn: I hardly see motes anymore
Johnny Piano: Thought that was George Clinton, Cat
Dexter Fong: Welcome to typography class
cease: one of vince's many nicknames
Merlyn: and I haven't been part of a multitude for eons
Johnny Piano: NO shit?
cease: maybe vince just smelled bad
cease: it'
klokkwerkhund: open thine eyes and C, Dex...
cease: it's on his homepage
Johnny Piano: From them see-gars
Dexter Fong: C++? Klok
cease: a very playfull piano player
Bubba's Brain: Dr H -- the "other other hand" stuff didn't appear till "The Gripping Hand" -- the sequel. Took me a minute to remember the name.
klokkwerkhund: no, that's (gone)(mote()); //just a difference of style
Dr. Headphones: ah, so, bubba, i read that also, but didn't recall it was from 2nd
Dexter Fong: King Kong was an Alien
Johnny Piano: The Gripping Conclusion To The Clutching Hand!
ddywnall: there are remarkably few of us tonight
cease: Allen Kong, meet Allen King
Merlyn: the knight is jung
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokkwerkhund: he had a green card, Dex. and more to the point, an Equity card, so that made it OK...
Johnny Piano: Everyone is headed to Greece for the Olympics
Dr. Headphones: llan: we want quality, not quantity!
cease: worth a remark, ddy
Dexter Fong: We want equity too
cease: and swim the english channel?
Bubba's Brain: The start of the book was about how the phrase had started to seep into the culture of some planets -- and the only possible source was the Moties.
Bubba's Brain: GOD--I AM SUCH A GEEK!!!!
klokkwerkhund wants his 8 spoken lines, that's 4 sure. (literally) talk about a meel ticket...
Johnny Piano says nothing but nods in agreement
Dexter Fong: Bubba YOu got a good memory for this stuff..I read the books in that series but harly recall any of it
ddywnall: not familiar with the Moties
Dr. Headphones: bub: i will have to re-read those. niven and pournelle are good together
Dexter Fong: David Niven and Pournelle Roberts
Johnny Piano: The only Moties I'm familiar with are the guys with the towels over the arm who ask "mo' tea?"
Merlyn: the moties always get their man
Bubba's Brain: ddy -- they were the "first contact" species from "Mote in God's Eye" and "The Gripping Hand"
Merlyn: I'll have to get the second book - I have the first
Bubba's Brain: They had three arms -- thus the phrase "On the other, other hand."
Dexter Fong: And God cast the moties from his eye...and lo, they were cast
cease: i read mote in god's eye, but i was blind at the time
Merlyn: and tom cruise was cast
klokkwerkhund: all kwd has read is Rainbow Mars which was pastiched from short stories by Niven. But ROFL. He's son of the actor, doesn't need $$$
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu cannot see, look out for me
Johnny Piano: Cast in lovely bronze and pewter statues for you to gaze upon
cease: to the wind?
ddywnall: All the scifi I have read are the classics, Clarke, Bradbury, Asimov, Dune etc
Johnny Piano: No, to the wined
cease: try philip k dick and urusla k leguin, ddy
Dr. Headphones: llan: niven is a classic sci-fi author. either with jerry pournelle, alone, or with other co-conspirators
Dexter Fong: Her's the wined and here comes the pitch..."Friends, are you tired, rundown, do you lack energy..."
klokkwerkhund: (action lead) tomCruise(); ??
Dexter Fong: ()
ddywnall: everyone is telling me to read PKD
Johnny Piano: Spielberg and Cruise to remake War Of The Worlds...
Merlyn: I don't think larry niven is related to david niven, though, just as harry shearer is not norma's son
cease: sounds like a job for Dick Cheyney, private Dick
Dexter Fong: Bah
klokkwerkhund: oops, bad typecast -- (actionLead) tomCruise();
cease: i thought he was, merl
Merlyn: dick chaney, in "the unholy three"
Dexter Fong: ()
Bubba's Brain: aww, he's a very public dick.
klokkwerkhund: (is kwd rusty or whaaaaat??)
Johnny Piano: It was annoying enough in its' last remake as Independence Day...
Merlyn: "like a barrel of oil, he's crude but refined"
ddywnall: War of the Worlds was a GREAT film and should not be remade
Dexter Fong: Klok is just to damn busy playing around with fonts
Johnny Piano: Aw, he's just a Dick
Dr. Headphones: klok: steel wool will handle that rust
cease: film? it was a great radio play. i stole it for Red Shift
Bubba's Brain: I thought he was learning to program Lisp.
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 10:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Johnny Piano: A virtual font of information, that Klok
cease: hi el
Bubba's Brain: Eeeeee!
Dexter Fong: Hiya Elayne
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Johnny Piano: Mz. E!
ddywnall: hi elayne
Elayne: llan, you're all backwards today! Suits you!
Dr. Headphones: hey, el
Johnny Piano: Did you thay "Lithp," Bub?
ddywnall: I thought I felt funny
Elayne: Sorry I've been rather in limbo, it's been a strange summer for me. Lots of big lifestyle changes.
Bubba's Brain: backwards... I thought that was drywall!
Elayne: Trying to snap myself out of it, get into manageable routines again.
cease: i was thinking of taking the salon cruise but you have to wear a suit, so fuck it
Bubba's Brain: Yestp()
Dexter Fong: ()
Elayne: My comic book collaborator on the story I still haven't written is coming over on Saturday to yell at me. :)
Johnny Piano: Uh-oh - E, tell us you're not coming out...
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ¤ - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokkwerkhund: Limbo, NY or Limbo, GA, E?
cease: new digs, car, etc, el?
cease: bummer, el
Dr. Headphones: klok: there's a nirvana in michgan!
Elayne: Yes Johnny, it's true, I'm coming out and resigning as governor of NJ.
Johnny Piano: Been there, done that...
klokkwerkhund: E: some imposter beet you 2 it...
cease: you were governor of NJ, johnny?
Elayne: But look at how we've spiffed up the DMV! The new NJ Motor Vehicle Commission is faaaaaabulous!
cease: i thought that was tony soprano
Bubba's Brain: I'm coming out that I was secretly governor of NJ, and resigning as a homosexual.
klokkwerkhund: not IMO, Ken, not if Coldwater is any indication...
Johnny Piano: It's an easy job to get...amongst others
Elayne: I kinda always liked McGreevey, but dang he made a couple wrong choices, didn't he?
Johnny Piano: But that bitch, Christine Whitman...
klokkwerkhund: LOL, Bub
Elayne: Oh, she's a well-known lesbian. :)
Dr. Headphones: well, klok, it's true. little crossroads. nothing there, but then that's the official definition of mirvana, isn't it?
klokkwerkhund: She's really a donkey, JP
cease: walt's dead now
Dexter Fong: ()
Johnny Piano: All rights removed
ddywnall: Why the hell did he have to do that with his whole family standing around. They were embarrassed as hell
Johnny Piano: The "unified front"
Bubba's Brain: "I can't be an effective homosexual with this governor thing hanging around my neck."
Dexter Fong: Ok!! Everybody into the closet
klokkwerkhund: all politicians' families are embarassed as hell all the time...
Bubba's Brain: ♂♂
cease: i like what randi rhodes said about that today
Merlyn: what was that, cat?
cease: why in the 21st century is that still a big deal?
Johnny Piano: "Now I won't have to skulk around to avoid the press..."
Dr. Headphones: i would have to walk upstairs to get into my closet
Dexter Fong would put up some really impressibe symbols if he remembered how to do it
cease: it's just this little chromium switch here
Dexter Fong: Cat: It's only the early 21st Century
Johnny Piano feels sorry for Fong, but not TOO sorry
Elayne: Oh, Randi was terrific, I blogged about it already. Except I don't agree 100% with what she was saying.
Dexter Fong: JP: ()
cease: i hear my kittens trashing my kitchen must investigage
Dexter Fong: []
Elayne: She interpreted it that he resigned because he was gay. I think he resigned because he had an extramarital affair, plus he felt bad about being closeted. He felt he'd lied to people for too long.
Elayne: Some politicians actually have consciences.
ddywnall: didn't know cat had kittens
Johnny Piano: Gee, a lying politician - what a concept?
Elayne: Oh llan, his kittens are adorable!
Dr. Headphones: el: say it ain't so!
Dexter Fong: Elayne: So he was a lying, cheating fag huh?
Elayne: It's not the lie, Johnny, it's the feeling bad about it afterwards. Maybe it'll herald in a new era.
Dr. Headphones: dex: next thing we know, he will admit to being a commie too
Elayne: Contrition is far more appealing to me than arrogance.
klokkwerkhund: what about the israeli guy who was blackmailing him?
Johnny Piano: Hey, I'm in Illinois - I get to deal with this Allan Keyes crap!
Merlyn: If you want to type odd symbols, refer to http://webmonkey.wired.com/webmonkey/reference/special_characters/
Elayne: God forbid any of the people currently in power own up responsibility for ANY mistake.
Dexter Fong: JP: Baraka will kick his ass big time
Johnny Piano: I hope you're right, Dex
Dr. Headphones: jp: lucky you! mister "i don't think you should move to a state to run for office" keyes
Bubba's Brain: I just did it (the symbols) by calling up Windows "Character Map"
Johnny Piano: Bingo - on the noggin, Ken
Elayne: Very handy, Merlyn, thanks!
ddywnall: ð
Dexter Fong: Character Map ()
klokkwerkhund: next they'll all be calling up der Teufel...
Johnny Piano: ©2004
Bubba's Brain: ی
Dr. Headphones: &Dagger
Dexter Fong: We own the idea of copyrights
Dr. Headphones: hey, no arabic here!
klokkwerkhund: £et's go easy...
ddywnall: ¥þ®¥þ®¶ø¥þ®
Johnny Piano: ®
Dexter Fong: Have some gum, Arabid?
Bubba's Brain: ی►ی►ی►ی►
Dexter Fong: Arabic
||||||||| Gabby YSC enters at 10:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Johnny Piano: This ain't eBay - no Arabids
Dr. Headphones: hi gabby
Johnny Piano: Gabby
klokkwerkhund: hi Gabby
Gabby YSC: Howdy all!
Dr. Headphones: i'm the sheek of araby!
cease: is today national symbolism day in your country?
Dexter Fong: I'd like to airabid on that air guitar
ddywnall: zum der teufel, klok? Warum?
cease: and through the haze comes...
Johnny Piano: Revvrr, Gabby!
Merlyn: Just remember it Elayne, I told you before back in Sept. 2002
Elayne: Hey Gabby!
Dexter Fong: Howdy Gabby..where's Roy and Dale
Gabby YSC: J E !
Johnny Piano: Sheik yerbouti, Ken
klokkwerkhund: every day is National Socialism, er, Symbolism day with our brave schnifter, er, leader at the helm of our ship of stat!
Elayne: This time I've bookmarked it, Merlyn. ;)
Elayne: Ship of salt?
cease: Sig Freud! Sig Fried!
Dr. Headphones: jp: one of zappa's lesser known works, but still good
Johnny Piano: Cow lick boat
Gabby YSC: Dex Pat wanted to sleep with Dale soi Roy got a romm at the all city motel right next door to some jd's!
Merlyn: what about cymbalism?
Johnny Piano: I have been in you...
Dexter Fong: As out stately ship sinks slowly in the desert sands...
klokkwerkhund: well, ddy, they were raising stuff, and it was clear to me, at least, that He was next...
ddywnall: schiff aus salz
cease: you know your firesign, gabby. welcome aboard
Gabby YSC: Cymbalism is for the Cymbal minded!
Dexter Fong: Thanks Gabby
Johnny Piano: I prefer my cymbalism Zildjian
ddywnall: or maybe its shiff
cease: or abroad
klokkwerkhund: Dex - everyone will forget about Iraq once we invade Iran...
Dr. Headphones: armenians!
Johnny Piano: No Paiste for me
cease: is bushco dumb enough to do that, klok?
Johnny Piano: What is this "Iraq?"
Dexter Fong: As our shapely shiff slips slowly over our heads revealing blue and ghostly flesh.....
cease: you have real tits, jp?
Johnny Piano: Goosely flesh, rather
Johnny Piano: No implantation
klokkwerkhund: it's a Persian word, JP, used by the British to describe a synthetic state they assembled 80 years ago...
Dr. Headphones: never had any goose flesh. duck, chicken, turkey, quail but no goose
Dexter Fong: Klok: LIke "I put this artificial assemblage together and then I ran
ddywnall: now that the president has turned Iraq into a permanent holocaust, might as well forget all about it
Johnny Piano: Dex: doin' a riff on Anythynge...
cease: no one gwine hafta be a slave all the time no more. we gonna take turns. and guess whose turn it is now?
klokkwerkhund: Cat - Iran is on the list. They're checking off all the boxes. We're pretty much down to girl scouts and mercenaries, so your fine country and Mexico will have to help us out...
Elayne: Nobody's ever cooked your goose, Dr. H? Hard to believe.
Dexter Fong: JP: Recongnized it and nodded approvingly
Elayne: The Girl Scouts are the ones who work for Halliburton, yes?
Johnny Piano sits back and relaxes
Dr. Headphones: el: closest i've gotten to that is choking the chicken ;)
Bubba's Brain: Artificially assembled like 15 balls put together in a triangle on a billiard table -- this "I rack."
klokkwerkhund: No, Dex, Iran is an ancient country, not assembled. Well Persia was an ancient country; during WWII their leaders picked the wrong side to impress by changing the name.
Johnny Piano: Girl Scouts with kneepads?
Bubba's Brain: thus, not this
Gabby YSC: E thats actually The Girl sprouts...
cease: sounds like something doctec would say
Dexter Fong: And DH brings us back to reality with a terrifying thud
Dexter Fong: Klok: Poetic license???
Bubba's Brain: anyone know if doc is planning to show tonight?
cease: a chcken straightener at rooster-rama?
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi enters at 10:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Johnny Piano: Your license has been revoked!
Dr. Headphones: hi, bone
Dexter Fong: I was engaged to a bantom once
cease: hi boise
Johnny Piano: Bone!
klokkwerkhund: Dex - no, what I read was they wanted to point up their connection to the Aryans...
Gabby YSC: My Bony boi!
cease: how are things in idaho?
Bubba's Brain: a chicken straightener -- a pull-et?
klokkwerkhund: Ken, are you talking about Santaria?
Johnny Piano: Spudland
cease: y'all remember that firehead from idaho, i thikn he moved to la. he used to write to falafal, el.
cease: i bought a copy of his interview with the lads from his idaho radio station
cease: forget his name
ddywnall: I have a poetic driver's license
Dr. Headphones: klok: carlos santana, yeah, that's the one!
Johnny Piano: Mmmmm, falafal
||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:27 PM, then departs.
Bone-E-Boi: no moanin' baloney... boney maroney
Bubba's Brain: that's two gyros!
cease: if santana drank sangria, it would be...
klokkwerkhund: chick please...
Dr. Headphones: drunk?
Johnny Piano: It's not a palindrome - it don't work!
cease: you have to pay them first, klok
||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 10:28 PM train to Hellmouth.
klokkwerkhund: as Santana always tells the audience, Cat, you get what you play for...
Johnny Piano: Bye E
cease: el could have answered my question but didn't
llanwydd: i don't fal so afal
cease: i've never seen him live, alas.
klokkwerkhund: strategic withdrawal?
Gabby YSC: I thought the 10:28 went to Heater?
cease: lookin good on video though
Johnny Piano: Santana drank sangria - sounds like another Clive Davis invention
klokkwerkhund: it does Gabby, but it's a local, with stops
Johnny Piano: It's the low desert express
Dr. Headphones: heater, exit train to the right. hellmouth, exit to the left
Gabby YSC: The whole High Noon Desrert area .. ah ha!
klokkwerkhund: once Palestine gets going, though, he pulls them all out
cease: you wanna avoid them locals
cease: they don't speak de english
klokkwerkhund: they're generally up to no good, I agree, Cat
Johnny Piano: Watch out for The Voices
cease: what are all these mexicans doing here?
cease: actually that's my favourite firesign line
Dr. Headphones: i can't see the voices, but i damned sure hear 'em
klokkwerkhund: i don't hear The Voices anymore, JP
Johnny Piano: Hey Cat, you're a white man - whaddaya think we should do?
Gabby YSC: POrgy you're a white man, you got to help us...
Dr. Headphones: klok: icepick?
llanwydd: cat's asian
Johnny Piano: In the forehead? Icepick?
cease: squeak english, alverado
cease: only the name, llan
Gabby YSC: Don't run in the trenches...
Johnny Piano thinks Cat doesn't look asian in his photo
cease: you folks know how many la street names populate the early firesign albums?
Dr. Headphones: close, jp, put in temple, wiggle up and down, remove. repeat on other side. do it yourself lobotomy
Dexter Fong: 14?
cease: pco and alverado, for 2
Gabby YSC: Pico Alverado,
Johnny Piano: Pico, Alvarado...
Bubba's Brain: la street -- spanish for street?
klokkwerkhund: I just said 'no' to drugs, Ken, but the voices have not returned. I now doubt I really needed to take them, another assault on me by so-called "doctors". Actually, this one wasn't really an MD, some kind of whatever.
Dexter Fong: La Cienega?
cease: they rejoiced in mispronouncing the mexican street names
Johnny Piano: Frontal lobotomy, bottle in front of me - whatever
llanwydd: big tujunga canyon, mulholland drive, sepulveda. They're all mispronounced
cease: tom waits for no one, jp
Dr. Headphones: great comedy skit by martin mull, but not his originally, i think
Johnny Piano: The Piano has been drinking
cease: exacttly, llan
Gabby YSC: What about Betty Jo Bioloski I used to live on it when I lived Hollywood..
Dexter Fong: You mean Nancy?
Dr. Headphones: i'd live on betty jo if she would let me
cease: when he was doing fernwood tonight, he had tom waits on and tom said that
Bubba's Brain: I don't know about this just say know to drugs thing -- by the time you're talking to the drugs, its already too late.
Dexter Fong: You'd live off Betty Jo too
cease: not me, jp
Bone-E-Boi: Anyone here enjoying their seafront property in south west Florida?
Johnny Piano: Ken, you cannibal
klokkwerkhund: waite a minute, JP, be rite with you
Dr. Headphones: cat: martin did album called "me and my living room furniture", had that on it if my memory is correct, well before fernwood
Johnny Piano: Talk about your ocean view
Bone-E-Boi: You could be under 12 feet of water tomorrowl.
cease: maybe harry shearer wrote it. i think he used to write for that show
Dexter Fong: Cannon Ball?
Gabby YSC: Just my ex-wife JP Te he he!
cease: adderly?
llanwydd: fernwood tonight. There's a blast from the past
Bone-E-Boi: tomorrow
cease: i saw him record the Black Messiah album in LA in 71, the week before moving to Japan
cease: cheech and chong were the comedy intermission. they weren't so good
Bone-E-Boi: Are any of your kids hurricane surfers?
Gabby YSC: Melencholia lives in Safety Harbor Crack cheeks crack and blow wind blow!
Johnny Piano: Let's not say "au revoir," let's just say "hors-d'oeuvre"
Dexter Fong: Dave's not here, man
Dr. Headphones: bone: not here in michigan
Johnny Piano: He was here earliet
llanwydd: cheech and chong are rather outdated
cease: he comes, he goes, like anything
Bubba's Brain: Romeo and Earliet?
Johnny Piano: My turn to mis-key
cease: at least chong's out of jail
Bone-E-Boi: Find yourself a tall building, climb to the top floor, and watch your kids go surfing by...
Dr. Headphones: at my age, i go a lot easier than i come
Gabby YSC: Dh Michigan eh? Me too!
Dr. Headphones: yep, sturgis, 1 hr south of kalamazoo, on indiana border
Gabby YSC: Been there done that Dearborn here.
Dexter Fong: Sturgis for the Sturgeons
Gabby YSC: Sturgis for bikers!
Dr. Headphones: you must live near a mosque then! sala'am alakeim!
klokkwerkhund: FoMoCo!
Dr. Headphones: klok: that's mother fomoco
Dexter Fong: CoCo ChaNell
llanwydd: yes and veteran's day
Gabby YSC: No I's live in de white side of town...
cease: ford motor companty? my dad's old employer
Dr. Headphones: we do have a bike thing here, toy run, but it's not the same thing as the biker convention in sturgis, south dakota
llanwydd: poverty, intolerance and ahami
Dexter Fong: ;not having to park tonight drifts off for a major refill
Gabby YSC: My dads too he work next to the museum in the test track area...
cease: he went down to michigan and drove back to yorkton with the first thunderbird in canada. it was a light shade of lime green. very pretty
Johnny Piano: Back on limes, are ya?
Bubba's Brain: Coo coo cachoo.
cease: you aint' got no friends on your left- I'se white!
klokkwerkhund: wow, major coup, Dex!
Johnny Piano: Gesundheit
Dr. Headphones: i haven't been to ford museum since i was a kid, close to 40 years ago, i think
Gabby YSC: Goes in tight Bubba
Dr. Headphones: what does it cost now?
Bubba's Brain: Danke Schoen.
Bubba's Brain: My timing's off -- I was multitasking.
cease: ford has a museum? does it have his correspondence with hitler?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ddywnall - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johnny Piano: The ship's Prussian captain!
Dr. Headphones: hey, who invited wayne newton?
klokkwerkhund: arm + leg
Gabby YSC: A million dollars but that gets you into the Henry Ford ....
Johnny Piano: Donkey shit
cease: you've become a mamoth, bub?
klokkwerkhund: his anti-semetic rants?
Johnny Piano: Multi-tusking...
Bubba's Brain: A mamoth?
Dr. Headphones: ford was great in some areas, lacking in others
Dr. Headphones: no saint, for sure
klokkwerkhund: never liked 'em
Johnny Piano: as opposed to a pa-moth
Gabby YSC: Dearborn at one time was about the most racist place on the planet, made the deep south seem progrssive...
cease: ford was idealized by both lenin and hitler. that must mean something
Dr. Headphones: and don't forget aldous huxley
llanwydd: whose anti-emetic pants
cease: he paid his workers enough so they could buy his cars, true
Johnny Piano: St. Henry's Plant for wayward Mustangs
klokkwerkhund: they worshiped his production; he schemed to depose them...
Gabby YSC: Beside BUsh, IBM Ford was a major player in the 20's and 30's in Germany
Bubba's Brain: wayward Poon-tangs?
cease: i used to drive mustangs in the 60s. great cars. then, anyway
cease: GM too
cease: shoes for industry, compadre
Johnny Piano: Then there was his Satanic vehicle, the Pinto
Gabby YSC: Oh yeah the list goes on and on and on and on!
llanwydd: my friends all drive porsches. I must make amends
Dexter Fong: Boots for throats
Dr. Headphones: my dad bought first mustang in our town. i learned to drive in it. 3 speed, v-8. clutch was killer for me, but i finally mastered it
Bubba's Brain: The nino and the satan maria....
cease: Santa Maria!
cease: El; Nina is coming. Run for your wives!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dave inside, makes a note of the time (10:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Cat El left without answering your question
Johnny Piano: And don't forget the Fruitbat - a fine way to get you on your path
Dexter Fong: Hey Dave
Johnny Piano: Dave has returned
Gabby YSC: No I got rid of the alcholic bitch after 10 years ccome on storm!
cease: the idaho dude? yeah, i forget his name but i could look it up by finding that cassette i bought from him
Johnny Piano: Let's trade indulgences!
cease: i think he hung out with the fireguys when he moved to la. my may have been on Give Me Imortaltiy, i forget
Dexter Fong: JP: I'll give you taht!
cease: hey dave
Dexter Fong: that
Dave: hey all, been busy
Johnny Piano: I taht I tah a puddy tat
Gabby YSC: Mr. D
Dexter Fong: No really
cease: don't you trust her, luther. then she'll want to see Yours
llanwydd: What can you trade for an indulgence?
Johnny Piano is at a loss wondering what Dex is referring to
Dr. Headphones: what's behind door number 2?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:46 PM, then departs.
cease: is it like qat?
Dr. Headphones: hi, dt
Dave: you can trade honesty for an indulgence
Johnny Piano: So SAVE, Dear Friends - my loss is your gain!
Gabby YSC: DT!
Johnny Piano: DT!
Dexter Fong: JP: IIRC< a brief moment from Dear Firends
cease: and speaking of doctors
llanwydd: aha
klokkwerkhund: hi Doc
Bubba's Brain: Put the lime in the cocoanut and said..... DOCTOR!!!
Johnny Piano: Dave must be a religious man
doctec: just got back from taking lili out for sushi
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc T
llanwydd: hey doc
cease: so su sushi
Bubba's Brain: If you knew sushi, like I knew sushi...
doctec: good to see you all operating again
cease: and other tube tunes
Dr. Headphones: you traded lili for sushi? hell, i'd give you more than that for her!
Johnny Piano: Damn, DT had 2 women!
doctec: she go mooshi!
cease: which means "bug" in japanese.
Bubba's Brain: Better than taking sushi out for lillies.
Johnny Piano: Will her sushi spawn? The scent goes straight to my prawn!
cease: as opposed to moshi moshi, which means hello, but only on the phone
Dexter Fong: The sushi lillies are in bloom
Gabby YSC: Jack Soo used to go moshi moshi...
Johnny Piano: Arigato...
Dr. Headphones: anyone hear the lobster show on npr today? male lobsters actually get into pissing contest to decide who's king lobster. urinary tract empties from front of head
doctec: "et tu brutus?" ... "hell, i et three or four!"
cease: mr. robota-yaki?
llanwydd: If anyone said moshi moshi to me on the phone I'd hang up
Gabby YSC: Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto
Dexter Fong: Who wanna 2nd word wwar
Johnny Piano: Uh, just lost my appetite...thanks, Ken
doctec: who wants any war?
Gabby YSC: If you so smart?
cease: why can't we be friends
Dexter Fong: War!! What is it good for?
Johnny Piano: "Not responsible - park and lock it!"
Bubba's Brain: absolutely nothing.
Gabby YSC: War heap bad Kemosabe!
Dexter Fong: Halliburton...CACI.....Kellog root etc
llanwydd: arent you glad you're not a lobster
doctec: johnny: you didn't lose your appetite, you just misplaced it!
Johnny Piano: Lysistrata - open up the bedroom door...
Dr. Headphones: http://www.wamu.org/dr/index.html look at second show for thursday, listen if you want
doctec: hell is burden
Johnny Piano: LOL, doctec
Gabby YSC: Cum Vagina be open with me...
Dexter Fong: JP: YOu go away Witney...Lysistrata ain't comin' out to play tonight
Bubba's Brain: take be back to old vagina wiht a banjo on my knee....
Johnny Piano: Whachoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?
Dexter Fong: Never you mind Witney, and take your fox wid you
cease: eric burden and the animals?
Dr. Headphones: willis reminds me, heard lenny kravitz on tv other night, his mom was rich black woman on "the jeffersons" married to white guy
cease: war was better
Gabby YSC: Squeeze the fox there and maybe he'll pass another one?
Johnny Piano: Roxie Roker
Dexter Fong: THe midnight Toker
Dr. Headphones: al roker's mom too? :)
cease: racoon? rococo?
Bubba's Brain: I was Al Roker for Roosterama...
doctec: the latest "get your war on" panels have been amazing ... http://www.mnftiu.cc/mnftiu.cc/war.html
Johnny Piano: That's Lenny (midnight toker)
cease: at the toker's bowl. everyone's invited (a good tune, actually)
Dexter Fong: JP: I've seen him do it furing the day too
cease: if he only kept to toking and avoided shooting up, he'd still be with us
Dexter Fong: during
Johnny Piano: Keep your furing to yourself
cease: yeah, rall is good
Dexter Fong: Cat: Lenny still alive (Kravitz that is) ()
Gabby YSC: Speaking of tokers bowl mines empty now what did I do with that Road Apple Red...
cease: or no, that isn't rall, somebody else
doctec: how to talk dirty and influence people
llanwydd: You cant smoke morphine.
Bubba's Brain: BadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadgerBadger
llanwydd: Not that I'd know
Johnny Piano: Would you be thinking of Lowell George?
Dr. Headphones: gabby: none here, or i'd tell you to drive over
Johnny Piano: Ah - that's a good one, Bub
Dexter Fong: Wolverine (Ha!!!)
Johnny Piano: http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com
cease: i love the fact that paul krassner wrote lenny's autobiorgraphy
Johnny Piano: Mushroom, mushroom
Gabby YSC: How do we prepare the fish? Do we boil it? No No No No. Do we fry it?
Bubba's Brain: It's a snake! A snake...
Dr. Headphones: thanks, jp, i'm awake now! had volume up too loud
cease: the mushroom plays. some of the firesign's Best Work
Dexter Fong: http:??www>www>http:??www. Wolverine>com
Gabby YSC: Do we bake it? No NO No No: give me ganga; We Smoke de Fish!
Merlyn: just fixing some bugs
Johnny Piano: Yeah, that's a good one, Ken
Dexter Fong: Put the fish in the coconut
doctec: wow, a "fridays" reference - don't see many of those
Johnny Piano: Insect vasectomy?
Merlyn: not on a Thursday, at least
Gabby YSC: Daryl Igiss if fairly rare indeed.
Dexter Fong: Doc: NOt since the Hogan brothers left us
Johnny Piano: Take...a...pill!!
Dr. Headphones: johnny: yeah, cut out the moth balls
doctec: maryedith burrell is bergman's main squeeze these days (so i'm led to understand) - merlyn can confirm
cease: we take drugs seriously in our household
Merlyn: as the samarai warrior said, "he will never reproduce"
Johnny Piano: Melanie Chartoff a voice on Rugrats along with Proctor
Dexter Fong: Doc: Thought he was with one of the Stallones
klokkwerkhund: yeah, whatever happened to Melanie Chartoff?
Merlyn: I always wanted Kramer to meet up with Mark Blankfield's drugged-out pharmacist
doctec: dex: they split up a while ago
Bubba's Brain: Melanie Habor?
Johnny Piano: She's doing voiceover work, Klok
Dexter Fong: Off the Charts
klokkwerkhund: you don't say, JP
cease: betty jo biolosky
Gabby YSC: I liked Kramer as the Biker.
doctec: "i can handle it, I CAN HANDLE IT..."
Johnny Piano: Oh, but I do, I do
Bubba's Brain: nancy!
Dexter Fong: Betty Jo's biology
doctec: i liked kramer as the crazed six year old playing with plastic soldiers in the back yard
Gabby YSC: Let greece and swin the Englsih cchannel..
Dexter Fong: DT: Remember that well and Ace Trucing company too
cease: she's can dna you can do watson and crick from
Johnny Piano: Remember when "Kramer" went to a salon and got a "bongo" cut?
Gabby YSC: ahhhh hands like tits....
llanwydd: going to make a caffeine speedball. brb
Johnny Piano: Don't leave tracks, llan!
Dr. Headphones: i got haircut earlier this week. asked for mohawk. that's a joke if you've ever met me or seen my pic ;)
cease: take speed, and beat the queen to perth
Dexter Fong: LIke an esspresso suppository?
Gabby YSC: Ah there is no feind like a caffeine.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Johnny Piano: That's okay, Ken - I have a "natural" bongo cut now...
doctec: dex: ace trucking was where fred willard got his start, yes?
Merlyn: don't get a haircut near the end of the month, all they have left are mohawks and dreadlocks
Dexter Fong: Doc: Not sure
Dr. Headphones: what is a bongo cut? wood covered with goat skin?
cease: they made Cracking UP with proctor and bergman and i think cred gap
Merlyn: fred willard started ace trucking co, but I think he did some stuff before that
Dexter Fong: Just a name floating around without reference
Johnny Piano: Large circular space on center of head
cease: 70s i think
Gabby YSC: DT Ace truccking was when people started saying I look like Howard Hessman when he had super long hair I could have been his little brother.
Dr. Headphones: ah, a monk's tonsure
Dexter Fong: Like a Cistertian Monk
Johnny Piano: Close enough, Ken
doctec: fred willard imdb bio: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0929609/bio
Dexter Fong: Me too?
doctec: or a thelonious monk
cease: he's a good friend of proctor's, from that flick if not before
Dexter Fong: You're damned, Skippy
doctec: bongo cut is reverse mohawk
Johnny Piano: Who was the 4th Cred Gap member (meaning not Shearer, McKean or Lander)?
Gabby YSC: Fay Wrey has finally got that monkey off her back.
Merlyn: shemp
cease: richard bebe
Johnny Piano: Ah, thanks, Cat
cease: he's dead. shearer devotes the cred gap part of his website to him
doctec: richard passed away a few years ago - lung cancer if i recal correctly
Bubba's Brain: Old actresses never die,, they just Fay Fay a-Wrey.
Dexter Fong: Bub: =))
Johnny Piano: And Lander's got MS, if I recall rightly
doctec: what a great screamer
Dr. Headphones: ok, dear friends, 11pm here, think i'll call it a night. (it's a night!)
klokkwerkhund: it was dubbed
Gabby YSC: Nice tits too!
llanwydd: what sort of seminaries are the thelonius monks in?
Johnny Piano: Geez, DT, you sure get around
Bubba's Brain: ntie, DrH
Dexter Fong: Night Ken
klokkwerkhund: nite Ken
cease: by kend
Johnny Piano: See ya, Ken
doctec: nite dr h
Dr. Headphones: gabby: nice meeting you, come back again!
||||||||| Dr. Headphones is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:05 PM.
llanwydd: I've never heard of the Thelonian Order
Gabby YSC: That reminds me Mr. Mucckle has a cartoon in the magazine this week .
doctec: johnny: this nifty new laptop helps a lot - that and the tabbed browsing capability of mozilla firefox browser
klokkwerkhund: an old McDonald'
klokkwerkhund: special
Johnny Piano: They wear beards, little hats and play atonal clusters on the piano
cease: little melty hats?
cease: a line the firesign seen to like inordinately
Johnny Piano: No, that's the Dali sect
Dexter Fong: JP: They often play consecutive seconds
Bubba's Brain: I had an atonal cluster once... it was filled with nutty goodness.
Gabby YSC: Now that you're so down home tribal and all...
doctec: listening to air america not long ago, thought i recognized lander and mckean doing an ad for museum of television and radio
Dexter Fong: Riblad!!THat's ribald
Johnny Piano: No, I don't wanna be reoriented!
Dave: mozilla and my screen reader don't seem to like each other
doctec: is that an old ad or a recent ad?
cease: does that mean i get sovreighity, mr. president?
klokkwerkhund: OK, my turn to B outta here. Congrats, Dex, on not having to car park. But *we* had a holiday this week -- RI celebrated Victory Day!
Dexter Fong: Typing skills have eroded badly..must drink more
cease: you did, doc
Bubba's Brain: nite, Klok
cease: i heard that too
Johnny Piano: Hello, Shoil!
Dexter Fong: Klok: Victory over who(m) ()
cease: klok
cease: over the indians, klok?
klokkwerkhund: the evil Japanese in WWII, of course, Dex
Johnny Piano: We may be pickleheads, but we're the best damn pickleheads in the state of Milwaukee!
Dexter Fong: Victory over Buma
Gabby YSC: It's that time keep'em flying y'all ... http://www.issuesandalibis.org
Bubba's Brain: geese for the neighbors back yard.
klokkwerkhund: Cat - soverized: http://www.theregister.co.uk/2004/08/11/bush_gets_soverized/
cease: good by, holocaust?
Dexter Fong: Go to press
Johnny Piano: Nite Gabby.
Gabby YSC: Nite y'all..
klokkwerkhund: all - neat joke - http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=20040811
||||||||| At 11:09 PM, Gabby YSC runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
llanwydd: nacht gabbie
cease: gby, gabby
klokkwerkhund: and i am offfffffffffff
klokkwerkhund: nite Gab, all
Johnny Piano: So soon, Klok?
Dexter Fong: Say hi to Roy and Dale and Pat Buttram and Al "Fuzzy" St. John
Bubba's Brain: saw that -- right on target.
||||||||| 11:09 PM -- klokkwerkhund left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Bubba's Brain: And then there were 9
Bubba's Brain: Doc -- you get my email?
Johnny Piano: When does Phil Collins leave?
llanwydd: best cup of coffee I ever had
Dexter Fong: I;d like a Tom Collins
llanwydd: that's a jethro tull song, isn't it?
cease: i just invented Indians
Johnny Piano: Now we can make sport of 'em!
cease: too bad the Jays can't invent a way to beat them
doctec: bubba: i have not popped my alternate email box in a while, sorry - haven't set the account up in my mozilla thunderbird client - will do so now
Dexter Fong: Cat: Jays can't invent a way to beat hardly anybody
cease: does that mean you'll sit in a tree and learn to play the flute?
Dexter Fong: or sit on a flute and learn to p[lay free
cease: trtue enough, dex. i think they should take the rest of the season off. as if anyone would notice
Johnny Piano: Only if I can cut the soles off of my shoes
Bubba's Brain wants to sit in a flute and learn to play a tree.
llanwydd: I sat in a flute and learned to play a tree
cease: adolph tree?
Johnny Piano: While your willow gently weeps
Dexter Fong: Branching out eh Bubba?
cease: that's Capt. Equinox to you
Johnny Piano: Leaf well enough alone
llanwydd: I swear I didn't see that, bub
Bubba's Brain: Sure, sure.
Dexter Fong: That's no flute...that's my Fife
llanwydd: that's sp-p-p-p-p-p-oooky
Dexter Fong: or phiphee
cease: hi boise
Bubba's Brain: Your wife is named Barney?
Dexter Fong: Phiphee Longschtarkings
Johnny Piano: Dex has been vested with Fifes
Dexter Fong: The great Prince commands
llanwydd: through a glas schtarkling
Bubba's Brain is vested.... and suited.
Johnny Piano: Spud Raleigh?
Dexter Fong: I've got a hunch...I think it suits me
cease: senator edwards, it's for You
Johnny Piano: I remember him from Gym class
llanwydd: I was in Jim class with him
Johnny Piano: You were in Jim?
cease: slash/ proctector
Dexter Fong: Gym class.. I went to Gymlets class too
cease: here, have some gin.
Johnny Piano: ...worn by Barbara Bobo (Bobeau?)
cease: the coconuts stiole the lime
cease: Bobo, meet Bozo
Dexter Fong: Gimme another Gin and Seng, barkeep
Johnny Piano: Uma, meet Oprah
Dexter Fong: Dew? Meet me after the show on the desk
Dexter Fong: Drew
Johnny Piano: ...with a twist of lemming
cease: Mr. Thurmand, meet the Real Dalai Lama
Bubba's Brain: Hello, Dali.
Dexter Fong: 'allo Dollyt
llanwydd: that's yer last chantz cowboi
cease: it's nasa to have you back where you belong
Johnny Piano: The one-L lama, he's a priest - the two-L llama, he's a beast
cease: bone e? he's fading, fading
Dexter Fong: Last chantz? Whew..I thought it was my last chints
Johnny Piano: And I would bet a silk pajama that there is no three-L lllama
Dexter Fong: I'll never get this bunkhouse redecorated
cease: my watch...she is melting
Bubba's Brain: I Remember Llama....
cease: life with dalai
Johnny Piano: Melting watches with Dr. Dali again?
Dexter Fong: But most of all, I remember Mars
Bubba's Brain: Lama, meet Obama....
cease: Barrack, have some Arrack
Johnny Piano: Ramalamadingdong
cease: did someone say bong?
Dexter Fong: shoo-wap
Johnny Piano: No, but what's brown and sounds like a bell?
doctec: el kabong
cease: there's a building in SF called The Bong Building
doctec: dungggggggggg
Johnny Piano: Right you are, Baba Looey
Bubba's Brain: Ask not for whom the bong smells, it smells for thee.
cease: back to jail, tommy
Johnny Piano: Far out, man
Dexter Fong: rally...what's on television?
llanwydd: ferdinand and imelda marcos have a son named Bong-Bong. It's the truth. Probably a nickname
Johnny Piano: Shall we consult the TB Guide?
Bubba's Brain: "Just say no to drugs" (He talks to drugs, man.....)
cease: good one, nancy
Dexter Fong: Bog-Bong is illegitimate son of Rosanna Gang-along
Johnny Piano: Hey, let's have some more of that Fussy Pussy
cease: i remeber a parody of that...just say no to That Shirt
cease: in living colour, maybe?
Dexter Fong: or moribund black&white
llanwydd: I think I accidentally put salt in my coffee.
Johnny Piano: Ya hear about the Stooges DVDs coming out with colorized shorts?
Bubba's Brain: I acidentally put salt in my peter....
Dexter Fong: You put slat on your coffee, man, it falls right in your lap
llanwydd: It's all right. I drank more than half the cup and I'm fine now
cease: they don't wear white shorts anymore?
llanwydd: LOL bub
Johnny Piano: And the other half is in your lap...
Dexter Fong: JP: Hanes....Fruit of the Loom?
Johnny Piano: Arr arr arr
llanwydd: I hope you don't mean Iggy and the Stooges
Dexter Fong: Thurmond Munsing Wear?
Merlyn: I hope they add lots of blodd
Merlyn: oops, blood
llanwydd: Iggy, Larry and Moe
Dexter Fong: and Curley Joe
Johnny Piano: No, a series of 3 Stooges discs coming out with colorized versions as well as the b&w
Bubba's Brain: Pop go the stooges.
Dexter Fong: And the Dalton Brothers
Bubba's Brain: All the world's a stooge....
Dexter Fong: "The Great Sturgis Bank Robbery"
Johnny Piano: I think they are also to have commentary from Mike Nelson, Kevin Murphy and Bill Corbett (ex-MST3K)
Dexter Fong: and all the players Equity
Bubba's Brain: ...and all the players Curly.
Dexter Fong thins there's time for another wee dram
Johnny Piano: I can see it now - they throw broken glass at Iggy
cease: any of y'all ever hear the crediblity gap as the 3 stooges?
cease: one of the funniest things in my collection
Dave: I like the stooges, even though a lot of there humor is very visual
Johnny Piano: You're kidding - that sounds funny in premise alone
cease: did i send you that, dave?
cease: it's a radio sketch
llanwydd: I think I have missed the credibility gap
Bubba's Brain: That's silly -- you can't look at a sketch on the radio.
cease: there was a phone strike in la in i think 71 and the cred had a gig making sketches out of the news, so they pretended to be the 3 stooges as phone repairmen at a fancy-shmancy party
llanwydd: sounds sketchy
cease: more than 30 years old and it still cracks me up
Dave: no you didn't cat
Dexter Fong: Hnderson!!Get that sketch outta here
Johnny Piano: You ever hear the Lenny & Squiggy album?
doctec: how can i see what you hear?
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Dexter Fong: JP: NO but I've got the Laverne and Shirley singing album
cease: i did not, jp
Johnny Piano: That's painful, Dex
Johnny Piano: "Lenny and the Squigtones" - mostly music, but some skits too. Live recording.
Dexter Fong: JP: Yeah..the highs are rather attenuated and a bit thread bare, the mid-range is up at least 5 or 6 db, and the bass is rolled off prematurely
Johnny Piano: And Chris Guest was one of the band members (on guitar) - shown on the sleeve under the name "Nigel Tufnel" long before Spinal Tap
||||||||| Bubba's Brain is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:34 PM.
Dexter Fong: A kinda pre-spinal tap
||||||||| Bubba's Bounced Brain enters at 11:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: somewhere above the nape of the neck
Johnny Piano: I need to convert that Squigtones album to vinyl
Bubba's Bounced Brain: back
Johnny Piano: OOPS! from vinyl!
Dexter Fong: JP: YOu had it right the first time
cease: i've just invented petroleum!
Dexter Fong: Now we can institute rationing
Johnny Piano: The tunes are mostly fifties' pastiche
llanwydd: it would be quite a job to convert it to vinyl
Merlyn: now we can have an industrial revolution!
Dexter Fong: Down with management
Johnny Piano: Too late, we've already been rationing...in fact, you've exceeded your allottment
cease: let's invite over some immigrants and Make Cars
Dexter Fong: Up with laborers
Johnny Piano: Instead of the other way around, cat?
Dexter Fong: and don't mess with lower management in-between
cease: let's invite over the cars and make My Shirona?
doctec: bubba: can't seem to send you private msgs since you left & came back, will leave and come back myself
||||||||| doctec is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:37 PM.
Dexter Fong: My-My-My-My
Johnny Piano: You ever SEE Sharona? She was hot
llanwydd: invite over a bunch of cars and make immigrants?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:37 PM and doctec steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: They go they come right back
cease: al franken does that tune daily, with the shirota character or whatever his name is
Johnny Piano: Squeeze the wine from that grape into a glass for me
Merlyn: doc, if someone just entered, it takes a few seconds for the menu to update
||||||||| Bubba's Bounced Brain departs at 11:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: does "defenestrated" mean thrown out the window?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bub in through the front door at 11:38 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: What's the special today?
Johnny Piano: Bub, you bounced your brain
Bub: The incredible bouncing brain.
Merlyn: um, special K
Bub: yes, Ill, it does.
Johnny Piano: Chocolate, butterscotch or Rocky roco-er, road
cease: ketamine? i thought it was Yours
Dexter Fong: Gimme the Brain..Gimme the Brain....five six seven eight
llanwydd: now he's streamlined
Johnny Piano: Much more aerodynamic
Bub: Doc -- couldn't get you after you came back.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: He's gone faster than anybody ever before
Johnny Piano: And perhaps more times than anyone else
cease: i knew dave plays the fiddle, but that's ridiculous
Dexter Fong: Doc-Bub: I'll be glad to relay your messages...for a small fee =))
llanwydd: I hope no one caught the fidddlers from dave
Johnny Piano: Must have been an uprising
cease: the older these cats get (and they're only 6 monthes old) the more sphinx-like they look
Johnny Piano: Or maybe an up-rosining
Bub: Doc -- got IM?
Dexter Fong: JP: I thought it ws many small downstrokes at the Frog
Bub: Cat, what was the ruckus with the kittens earlier?
Johnny Piano: The Frog and Peach?
llanwydd: I've had too much to think today
Dexter Fong: Peche! Peche!!!!
llanwydd: I've got a brain cramp
Johnny Piano: Time to cut down, llan?
cease: they knocked over a tray. no harm. it was metal. loud, but not damaged
Johnny Piano: OK, Dex...
Bub: Ah, good.
Dexter Fong: Ilan: Just look at your Antfarm
Johnny Piano: Pete and Dud
Dexter Fong: Bugs and Lemer Fudd
doctec: bub: you got my response?
Dexter Fong: Elmer (bleah)
Bub: Nope
Johnny Piano: Deet and Pud
llanwydd: I suspect the antfarm is a time saving device
Johnny Piano: All those ants coming up in nice rows on the north 40...
Dexter Fong: Ilan: JUst keep the lights on..they'l work 24/7
llanwydd: I can't believe I'm so tired after all that salty coffee
Johnny Piano: How do you de-tassle ants?
Dexter Fong: A thinga majig?
cease: i didnt know ants piss
Johnny Piano: David Ossman was an ant...
Dexter Fong: So..we want to tlak about my Aunt
cease: no, an antenna
llanwydd: Well, hello I must be going. I cannot stay, I came to say I must be going
llanwydd: See you next week folks
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Jones Crusher Yamamoto', just granted probation at 11:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: So...we want to talk about my aunt emma
Bub: Yammy!
cease: off you, fly, groucho
Johnny Piano: Good night, Mrs. Calabash
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: oi
cease: you gave you aunt an enema? gross
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: ew
Johnny Piano: Deadly jaws, better get the gauze - it's a Jones Crusher
cease: ante up, durfor
doctec: oh
doctec: argh
doctec: back in a minute
cease: hi yam what hi yam
||||||||| At 11:46 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, doctec!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Hey Yanster
Bub: Got IM, Doc?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Adam Ant?
Dexter Fong: Bub: Are you a Doctor?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctec into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:47 PM, then departs.
Bub: No, but I play one on TV.
cease: no, but he plays one on my radio plays
Johnny Piano thinking of the Aardvark character with the Jackie Mason voice...
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: It's like an earthquake on my monitor
Johnny Piano: ç®ç˙˚æπ≤˚˙∫˙ç∂åç©∫µ…¬…æ≥¬¨¥˚∫≈
doctec: is this thing on?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: I have a new, fat cat who has taken up residence on my monitor
Johnny Piano: Seismic readout...
cease: depends on what you call a thing, bill
cease: i'm not fat. i'm big boned
Dexter Fong: Doc: I see Bubba as (Bub) on the list but not you
Johnny Piano: Shut up, fat ass
Bone-E-Boi: Yes, Doc, that thing is on. You look lovely in body armor.
Dexter Fong: Cat: we have picture to prove you not so
Bub: Doc -- you get my message?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: I got a lardass cat from a friend. She's like a cat ball
Bone-E-Boi: The bulletproof codpiece is a fashion statement.
Johnny Piano: Would either or you (Bub or Doc) like us to try messaging you?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: And practical, too
doctec: yes b
Bone-E-Boi: Trendy and functional.
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: A must in an age of Drive-By Jutings
cease: i was just channelling cartman, dex
Dexter Fong: Trendie and Funkshunal: An interacial sit-som]
Merlyn: Heh. Pretty funny. Some russian spammer is posting a fake conversation in the billville guestbook, apparently unaware that all the messages are being rejected.
Dexter Fong: com
Bone-E-Boi: I predict they'll be all the rage next season.
Johnny Piano: Man, my typing (tai ping) is getting crappy...
Dexter Fong: Welcome to the club JP
Dexter Fong: flub
cease: isnt that rupert murdoch's girlfriend?
Johnny Piano: Nah, it'll get cancelled right after Method and Red
Dexter Fong: JP: Like that's an overlay
Johnny Piano: I'd like to get overlaid
doctec: johnny: bub and i are ok now thanks
cease: over there?
Johnny Piano: I gathered as much, dt
Dexter Fong: And how are we to know that comet would land right in the middle of our overlay department
doctec: thanx anyway jp
Johnny Piano: It's a catclysmic sale here, friends!
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Celluloid everywhere, what a mess!
Johnny Piano: Certainly would be better than underlaid
Jones Crusher Yamamoto is way underlaid
cease: unless she weighs more than you, jp
Dexter Fong: Not since shoemaker -Levy intersected the trajectory of Jupiter has there benn such a sale
Johnny Piano: ...still that's a good 'loid for my money - not that I paid for it...
Dexter Fong: 'loid have mercy
cease: that happened when the firesign were concerting in seatltle, dex. i think bunny boy was there. i know i was. the lads made much levity of it
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: got any 'loids, man?
Johnny Piano: If she weighs more than me, I pity anyone that she's with, Cat
Dexter Fong: Oh you west coast guys al;ways lording it over us
Johnny Piano: Lord Overous
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Loid Overous
Johnny Piano: Oid Loverous
Dexter Fong: and shouted too
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Lord Overshoulderbolderholder from the Planet StinkyPinky
Johnny Piano: Flash Bazbo, Space Explorer
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: I wish I still had that album
cease: have you ever seen Sumo wrestlers?\they look like walking zepelins
Dexter Fong: formerly Boy Spot welder
Johnny Piano: I do still have that album
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Leded or Un-Led-ed?
cease: even the smallest sumo wrestler probably weighs more than me, my wife, our car-sized dog and our two cats. and probably our new car
Dexter Fong: Zepped or Un-Zepped?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Most Sumo wrestlers outweigh a Daihatsu Charade
cease: blimp?
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Zeppo or Un Zeppo
Johnny Piano: Bonham or Bonhamless?
cease: this is gilda. entirely self-contained, she moves hardly at all
Dexter Fong: Gummo or Un-Gummop
Johnny Piano: Ha ha, Charade you are!
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: i forget the exact words but it's a favourite scene of firedom for me
cease: can't see the forest for the shrimp?
||||||||| 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..
Johnny Piano: Blimp? You dare to call this a blimp? Manny...come show what Miss Gilda can do!
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Cos they're Jumbo Shrimp
Dexter Fong: Can't see the Gump for the gumbo
Johnny Piano: Seven minutes fast...
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Many larger than a KIa Rio
doctec: have to take off now, trying to help bubba with tech problems
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: have fun
cease: by doc
Johnny Piano: OK, DT - C-ya
Dexter Fong: Doc: Hi to Lili and bye to you =))
Jones Crusher Yamamoto gives doctec his clearence
Dexter Fong: Clarence??
cease: what's up, yammy?
Johnny Piano: What's your vector, Victor?
doctec: catch ya all next week - and the week after, i'm in vegas for the 8ball tournament - i'll try to get an internet connection from my hotel room if i can
doctec: nytol
cease: best of luck with the tourny, doc
doctec: thanks - lili says hi back
doctec: thanks
Dexter Fong: Stay out from behind that 8-ball Doc
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: 8 balls, yr too young to think about balls Buelah Bell
doctec: see y'all next thursday (last sessions before tourney week)
Merlyn: nite doc
Bub: ....
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz SKNXX zzzzzzzzzzzzz..........
Johnny Piano: Just put the balls on the other side
||||||||| doctec is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:03 AM.
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: ew
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Defenestrate me not on the olde Prairie
Dexter Fong: Put the balls in front of the pockets and I'll show you a trick, Shot
Johnny Piano: Crushin' them jones'
cease: it's just a shot away, old man
Johnny Piano: gimme shelter
cease: it's just a jig away, mr. jagger
Dexter Fong: Blam!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jones Crusher Yamamoto leaves his balls behind his bullet proof codpiece
Johnny Piano: Don't you dare unwrap that in here
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Not me main, I'm just holding here
Dexter Fong: Well .without a car of my own to park,,hafta go out and hot wire one
Johnny Piano: Hey, what are you holding?
Dexter Fong: See y'all next week
cease: now, hold it over there
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Heavy Industry
Merlyn: I'm leaving too, see you
Johnny Piano: Dex, take care (not car)
Jones Crusher Yamamoto: Later Dex
cease: shoes for the dead
||||||||| At 12:07 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| At 12:07 AM, Merlyn runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Johnny Piano: Time to go - nite all!
||||||||| Jones Crusher Yamamoto is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:07 AM.
||||||||| Johnny Piano is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:07 AM.
cease: yeah, i have to water these flowers before it's too dark to see em
Bub: They're flying like drops.
cease: see y'all later
Bub: me tool
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:08 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bub by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Bone-E-Boi: I'll see me later too
Bone-E-Boi: cease
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 12:09 AM.
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

Bubba's Bounced Brain
Bubba's Brain
Dexter Fong
Dr. Headphones
Gabby YSC
Johnny Piano
Jones Crusher Yamamoto
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