A Firesign Chat
05/12/2005




Archive

||||||||| 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 May 12, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Firebroiled in through the front door at 9:43 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Firebroiled: Hot Dog! Yes, Dear Friends, a mighty Hot Dog is our Lord! I'm not talking about Hate! No, I'm talking about Ate! Dinner at Eight! Let's eat!
||||||||| "9:43 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Firebroiled, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Firebroiled in through the front door at 5:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| "5:58 PM? 5:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "TeaBagForMudHead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as TeaBagForMudHead enters and sits in the comfy chair.
TeaBagForMudHead: hello
TeaBagForMudHead: hello
||||||||| 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 whymy disembarks at 5:59 PM.
whymy: hello
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "6:01 PM and late as usual, it's Arthur Dent, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| whymy departs at 6:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Arthur Dent: follow the yellow prick toad
TeaBagForMudHead: hello all
Arthur Dent: youre early teabag
||||||||| Arthur Dent is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 6:07 PM.
||||||||| It's 6:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Firebroiled - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 6:14 PM.
Mudhead: hello Teabag
||||||||| At 6:15 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 6:15 PM, dragging Mudhead by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TeaBagForMudHead - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 6:36 PM train to Los+Angeles.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 12, 2005 - 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?"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, announce me
||||||||| Catherwood announces Dexter Fong.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Thanks you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Bambi: hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Bambi: Clem is live now with CNI Radio now :-)
Dexter Fong: Thanks Bambi
Bambi: I said he was live! in our chatroom and Clem said ... wait, let me check my pulse ... yes I am ...............
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:06 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Dexter Fong: A real lively guy...and he's not kidding you
Dexter Fong: Hey Mudhead
Bambi: hi Mudhead
Mudhead: Hiya Dex, Hiya Bambi
Mudhead: love is sent to all
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Mudhead: Sorry I aint been around
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Mudhead: Merlyn!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ah,clem into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:08 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: hiya pal
Bambi: and back at 'cha
Merlyn: Hullo. Anyone have their name pre-entered on the login page?
Bambi: hey Clem
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem
Bambi: hey Merlyn
Mudhead: Im asking some fellow chatters to join us tonite
Mudhead: yes I did Merlyn
Dexter Fong: okay
||||||||| Catherwood ushers WeaD into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:09 PM, then departs.
Bambi: yes, there was a fireboiled there when I got there lol
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'saywhatahuh', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Dexter Fong: Hi WeaD
Bambi: hi WeaD
WeaD: D: @ my 3 bux
Mudhead: Im inviting them from my irc channel at irc.bararcade.com
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with Firesign Theatre"'
WeaD: hiya
||||||||| 9:10 PM -- ah,clem left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Mudhead: heya Wead, glad you can make it
WeaD: sup dood
Dexter Fong: Hi say
Bambi: cool ... the more the merrier :-)
WeaD: Oo
Dexter Fong: Hi saywhat?
saywhatahuh: hi
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Headphones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Headphones enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
||||||||| 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 Dexter Fong disembarks at 9:11 PM.
||||||||| 9:11 PM: Arthur Dent jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Mudhead: Well, we chat undlessly in the #bar on bararcade, I wanted you to meet some of my fellow cyber travelers, Theres Dex, and Bambi, and Merlyn ( he runs the joint...be nice)
Dexter Fong: Hey Kend^!!!!!!!!!! =)))))))))))
Dr. Headphones: i've eaten my cheeselog for the day :)
Dr. Headphones: yes, dex, i has arrived
Bambi: Ken!!!!!!! How the heck are ya!!
Mudhead: oh fiddles
WeaD: be nice? :( ....NEVER!
Dexter Fong: How are you doing Ken? and where in the Continental US are you?
Bambi: hi Arthur Dent
Arthur Dent: evenin
Dr. Headphones: bambi, rather warm, but i have windows up to stifle noise of many idling diesels near me. in extreme northern virginia
Dexter Fong: Hi AD
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ah,clem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
Bambi: hi saywhat
llanwydd: hi
Arthur Dent: im surprised i made it here
Mudhead: mebbe i am lagged?
Bambi: hi llanwydd
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 9:13 PM.
Arthur Dent: i never did get the hang of thursdays
WeaD: im lagged.. or whatever
WeaD: uss takes a sec to pop up
ah,clem: hello Dr. H!
Dr. Headphones: last exit in va on i-81, just outside w.va
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Los+Angeles."
Dr. Headphones: jim, how the he** are you :)
llanwydd: I discovered a devilishly natural principle of science.
||||||||| At 9:14 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dr. Headphones: llan: just put the balls on the other side
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs.
Bambi: extreme northern va ... so close and yet so far away
Mudhead: there I think thats it
Dexter Fong: Get 'er done, Mudhead
llanwydd: here it is. Llanwydds Law of Closed Systems: Q "How long do we have? A "Depends how much goes around".
WeaD: my balls dont go to the other side Oo
Bambi: where ya headed Ken?
Mudhead: someone give me a push
Dr. Headphones: yes, bambi, i'm only about 35 miles from pa here, maryland and wv are very short on i-81
llanwydd: that's relativity, by the way.
Dexter Fong pushes Mudhead over the edge
Dr. Headphones: pickup up 630am wv ex 5, to iowa by sat noon
Mudhead: wooohoo, so far so good
ah,clem: you listening to stream, Ken?
Dr. Headphones: clem, i'm wireless in truckstop, speed barely beats dialup and i'm downloading over 1000 emails too, don't want to bog it down
Mudhead: im sorry I havent been back to see you folks in so long
WeaD: well boys n gurls ima go n play a game for a while..:(.. then finish my report.. :'(
Dexter Fong: Report back when you've finished WeaD
Mudhead: thanks fur droppin in Wead, glad yur pcs werkin again
llanwydd: have you tried weadies?
WeaD: lol roger :)
Mudhead: I'll see ya in the #bar
WeaD: yea dood... juss needed a little ... persuasion >:)!
Dr. Headphones: weedies? used to smoke 'em all the time. wait, that was "weed"
Mudhead: get a bigger hammer
WeaD: p'z man
WeaD: lmao yeaa
Mudhead: n carats
Bambi: heard that Ken!
Bambi: redialed
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM uptown bus from California pulls away, leaving cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cease: hey kend!
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| saywhatahuh - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: meow, cat!
llanwydd: hi cat
Arthur Dent: foods here, back l8r. nice meetin you all
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
Bambi: hey cat
Dexter Fong: Night AD
Mudhead: see ya soon Artie
Dr. Headphones: i was in connecticut while you were in nyc, but couldn't get there
Dr. Headphones: g'nite a d
Mudhead: where in CT?
llanwydd: so did everyone understand my explanation of relativity and closed systems?
llanwydd: I didn't think so
Bambi: you too AD ... enjoy!
Dr. Headphones: millford, exit 40, i-95
cease: are you out of the truck today, kend?
Dr. Headphones: llan: what was closed must be opened. scrotum's deviant to testicle's law
Mudhead: damnit Doc, you were just 43 exits from me
Mudhead: lol
Dr. Headphones: cat: nope, sitting in here now, just turned a/c on to stop sweating
Dr. Headphones: mud: in bigrig, i can't go visiting very easily
cease: i guess is another mudhead. i finally met the original mudhead in DC last week
Mudhead: well, i can always visit you
Mudhead: im the Mudhead from CT
Dr. Headphones: i did chat with klok on phone for over 2 hrs while i was at exit 71 on some road in ct last sunday
llanwydd: original mudhead? Bergman?
Dr. Headphones: mud: i hardly ever know where i'm going to be from day to day, can't give anyone much notice at all. just the way the job works, unfortunately
Mudhead: im always by mine
Dexter Fong: Using the olde technology huh, Kend?
Dr. Headphones: dex: bought new laptop few weeks ago, select truck stops have wireless which reaches all the way into the parking lot
Mudhead: well, look me up anytim3e Doc, always glad to meet some Firesign friends
Dr. Headphones: i pay $4.95/day and connect about once a week or so
cease: mudhead is richard arnold in DC
Dexter Fong: Seems like a bargain.......NOT!!
Dr. Headphones: mud: write me, kendeb52l@yahoo.com, give address/phone, will store it locally
llanwydd: Ye Olde Teknologie
Dr. Headphones: note: if you copy that by hand, it's 52 with "ell" not 521 with number
Dexter Fong: Store locally...phone globaly
ah,clem: when we have used the truck stop connect, was very good throughput
cease: are you on wifi, kend?
llanwydd: I pay $11.95 a month for webtv plus $9.95 to my ISP
Dr. Headphones: yes, cat, 802.11(g) i think
cease: hey dex, i see on the news a landslide on the henry hudson freeway
Dr. Headphones: clem: i have limited experience so far, some might be better than others
cease: is manhattan cut off? i was just on that road a few days ago
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah...we starting to copy Hollywood
Dr. Headphones: manhattan cutoff? goyim?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Manhattan is cut off and floating out to see
llanwydd: I thought that the same time as you kend
Mudhead: all sent Doc
||||||||| 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 doctecaziod disembarks at 9:28 PM.
Dr. Headphones: GMTA (great minds think alike)
ah,clem: t/a in OH and WVa good, we used those
llanwydd: everybody beats me to the jokes. Damn webtv!
Dr. Headphones: tnx, muddy
Mudhead: ty
Dr. Headphones: hey doctec!
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
doctecaziod: there is a mudhead from ct?
llanwydd: hey doc
doctecaziod: good evening
Bambi: $4.95 for 24 hours on the road is excellent for 24 hrs of wifi ... some places it's anywhere from 6.99, 10.99, 12.99 in some state parks in the continental US ... don't know how they get anyone using it at those prices
cease: i found the cds i made for you, dex. of course, i was supposed to bring them with me to give you. i'll have them in the mail to you tomorrow
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dave into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:29 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: yeah doc
Dr. Headphones: doc: anywhere there is dirt and water, there is mud
cease: hey doc!
doctecaziod: another full house this evening i see
Mudhead: im flushed
llanwydd: hi dave!
cease: how are the kittens?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I got your email..=)
cease: hi dave
Bambi: hi Dave
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| WeaD - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Arthur Dent - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Hey Dave
||||||||| "9:30 PM? 9:30 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pPoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pPoop enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Dave: evening all, please give me something to get rid of the taste of bad television in my mouth
Dr. Headphones: doc: was in ct last sunday and tuesday with time to kill, but didn't have phone number for you
cease: too bad i couldnt make it down to your part of virginia this trip, bambi
pPoop: ahhh here I am, I wondered where I was
Dexter Fong: hHey pPoop
Dr. Headphones: poop? no thanks, already did that :)
Bambi: hey pPoop
pPoop: Principal Poop headphones
llanwydd: maybe you need a dose of OTR, Dave
pPoop: hi bambi, fong, all
ah,clem: good evening Mr. Principal
Bambi: yeah, heard that Cat
Dr. Headphones: that's the spirit!
Dave: 6 more days of class and I'm out of high school!
pPoop: ahhh, clem, did you do your homework?
Dr. Headphones: dave, congratulations immensely!
cease: free at last, dave
Mudhead: geez, its the principal
Dave: remember high school guys? that was a long time ago I know
pPoop: wait and see dave, your high school might be gone lol
cease: or if you're lucky, expensive
ah,clem: naturally, you are listening to it
Bambi: HS Graduation ... awesome!
Dr. Headphones: dave: i gradulated in 1970, 35 years ago next month
pPoop: ahhh frank acne
llanwydd: I went to a Yes concert the night after I graduated high school
llanwydd: Front row at MSG
Bambi: course I am sure you already had the celebration and hat tossing
Mudhead: Yes?
pPoop: 1975, 30 years ago next month
doctecaziod: lland: with who?
Dr. Headphones: ah, yes. i remember seeing them through the haze of long ago drugs
cease: this is from dear friends or let's eat, isnt it?
Mudhead: Yes?
llanwydd: Anderson, White, Squire, Wakeman, Howe
doctecaziod: cat: got your email this evening, will send response tomorrow
cease: doc, is that landslide on the road we drove on to elayne's place?
Bambi: hey doctec
pPoop: getting close to the edge here with these wonderous stories
Mudhead: it seems my Winamp interferes with the msg line
doctecaziod: "Anderson, White, Squire, Wakeman, Howe" - sounds like an accounting firm
cease: finished with lodestone, i gather? must be back at work on the movie score
Dave: I've got guides arranged and all, I have connections and can basically do whatever I want as far as who will guide me out and then on to the stage, I've even got my favorite teacher reading my name, I'm spoiled I know but it'll be cool
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:34 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dr. Headphones: pPoop, you speak the language! you must be a relayer
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 9:35 PM.
doctecaziod: cat: not sure about the landslide, it's so difficult to tell these days
llanwydd: you familiar with Yes, doc? Those were the band members
Mudhead: what a blast that chopper is, wants me to land in a tree and play the flute
Dr. Headphones: llan: i have seen them live 5 times, i remember about 1/2 of it. own almost everything they did including several DVDs
Dexter Fong: Back?
pPoop: mudhead slid back in
doctecaziod: cat: no, still working on lodestone stuff - but the anticipated onrush of orders did not materialize so all is ok for now
||||||||| 9:36 PM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "9:36 PM? 9:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
cease: that's both good and bad
pPoop: do not tormento me headphones
llanwydd: Hello again dex
pPoop: fong, stop playing with the revolving door
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, splice me a mainsheet
||||||||| Catherwood splices Dexter Fong a mainsheet.
pPoop: nice splice
Mudhead: So, for those who need to know, my surgery was a complete failure
Dave: oh man I went through a revoloving door one time at a hotel, yeah I ran around inside of it, parents weren't too happy but it was fun
llanwydd: sorry to hear mudhead. What was it?
Dexter Fong: CNI keeps timing out
doctecaziod: i thought i would have more time to chat now but dinner is ready and i have to step away for a while - i'll be back in about 30-45 mins - i'll be back!
cease: do you have to have new surgery, mud?
Dr. Headphones: mud: if you're alive, it didn't fail
pPoop: nino is ok
Mudhead: a lymph node removal on my thigh, I split open the incision on my fourth day from my knee to my groin
pPoop: chat is a little slow, manageable
Bambi: Catherwood give Dr. Headphones a beer
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Bambi and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
llanwydd: ouch
Dexter Fong: Hmm?
Dave: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH mudhead!
cease: hideous, mud
pPoop: yes ouch
||||||||| At 9:39 PM, 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...
Mudhead: its still healing, im still in this chair recouperating
Bambi: Ken tell Catherwood to give you a beer or whatever you want to drink
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Bambi and asks "Did you want me?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:40 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bambi: Catherwood pour me a Toasted Almond
||||||||| Catherwood pours Bambi a toasted almond.
Mudhead: yummy
pPoop: not liable for therapy costs? where is my lawyer?
ah,clem: Catherwood, give me a beer please
||||||||| Catherwood gets ah,clem a beer.
Mudhead: I mean yummy Bambi'
Dexter Fong: Cat: If you're listening to CNI, do you know what this is?
Bambi :-)
Merlyn: Could people log out and back in? Nino is confused, and this might help...
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 9:40 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
pPoop: glad to help, brb
||||||||| pPoop leaves to catch the 9:41 PM train to Billville.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead in through the front door at 9:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| At 9:41 PM, Bambi dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| At 9:41 PM, Dr. Headphones runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:41 PM, dragging pPoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| 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 Bambi disembarks at 9:41 PM.
||||||||| "9:41 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: It told me I was Dexter that time merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Dr. Headphones', just granted probation at 9:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
pPoop: take the last train to billville and I will meet you at the station
pPoop: same for me mudhead
Mudhead: what, a destination?
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:42 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Merlyn: Yep, me too
Merlyn: Gak, now Nino thinks EVERYONE is from NYC
||||||||| 9:42 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
pPoop: dexterious fong
Dexter Fong: I don't think Dave deserved that
Mudhead: I emphatically denied being Dexter
Bambi: me too ... wanted me to be Dexter :-)
Dave: it told me I was dex as well, oops
Merlyn: I'll try to fix that and we can all try the revolving door again...
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Everybody *IS* from NYC
llanwydd: is that better?
Dr. Headphones: dex: i drove 100 miles out of the way to avoid i-95 through NYC last week
Bambi: wow...I haven't been to NYC since I was 18
Dexter Fong: Will the real Dexter Fongs please visit the hospitality sweet
Mudhead: oh, and Merlyn?
Merlyn: not really, llan, not yet.
cease: i thought we were all from nairobi
Merlyn: It's hard to test this because I always have the same IP address...
cease: this sounds like one of the mark times you wrote, merl
Merlyn: are we speaking Chinese?
||||||||| Catherwood leads klokwk-vivor-XVII into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:44 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: When I listen to CNI radio, i cant see any update on the chat screen
Dexter Fong: Hi Klok
Bambi: hey Klok
pPoop: hi klok
llanwydd: I'm not surprised kend. Did you go through PA to Rt 80?
Dr. Headphones: mr. klok. how do?
cease: hi klok. too bad i missed you on my eastern tour
Bambi: how are you listening Mudhead? what program?
Mudhead: uh ex domine Klok
Dr. Headphones: llan: jersey 287/87 to 90
pPoop: yes, who or guess who?
Mudhead: WinAmp
klokwk-vivor-XVII: sorry Cat, I'm kind of immobile...
klokwk-vivor-XVII: when i listen to chat, i can't see any update on the CNI feed -- wanna trade?
Mudhead: sure!
llanwydd: last time I took 87/287 I took it to route 80
||||||||| 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 Elayne disembarks at 9:46 PM.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dr. Headphones: pPoop: you familiar with guess who song "friends of mine"? really weird stuff
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
cease: the vermeer room was closed in the nat. gallery when i was there which means i'll have to go back
Dr. Headphones: hey e
Mudhead: Hiya Elayne!
klokwk-vivor-XVII just had the most awesome experience in North Kingstown
cease: hey elayne. far away once again
||||||||| "9:46 PM? 9:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody One should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody One enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Bambi: hi E!
llanwydd: hi Elayne
Dr. Headphones: do tell, klok
klokwk-vivor-XVII: hello E
Mudhead: Long time eh?
Elayne: And yet, Cat... oh so near...
Dr. Headphones: hi wood
pPoop: does not a ring a bell ding ding
klokwk-vivor-XVII: went out at 8PM to do some shopping...
Dexter Fong: Herro Woody Ichiban
cease: for those of you into art and in nyc, i highly reccommend the max ernst show at the met
Elayne: Mudhead? As in the original (Richard)?
cease: lol el
Bambi: hey Woody
klokwk-vivor-XVII: went up Post Road, which is a main artery here
Merlyn: we're all in NYC right now, cat
pPoop: woody and E
Woody One: Have we met before?
Dexter Fong: E: Different Mud...different head
cease: no, this is another mud
Elayne: LOL, Brian!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: after the 2nd store, I noticed that nobody was on the road
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody behind me
Elayne: Evenin' Woody!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody in front of me
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nobody in the other lane
Mudhead: No, the casino in CT Mudhead
Woody One: Evenin' Elayne.
cease: i dont think the Real mudhead will join us again until his kids have grown up. and we're quite a ways from that
Elayne: Ah okay, just checking, as Cat visited the "original" Mudhead during his trip.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: went into the next store...,it was deserted. began to feel like it was an ep. of "The Twilight Zone"
Mudhead: Now do you remember me?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: in the third store, I asked and they said, no, I was only customer for awhile
klokwk-vivor-XVII: usually packed
Woody One: Alreat.
cease: that was a good episode
cease: the pilot, wasnt it?
Dave: read me doctor memory!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: finally, the manager figured it out for me -- it's sweeps month on TV and everyone is watching "Survivor XVII" or something
Merlyn: yes, cat.
pPoop: inspector fang
Mudhead: <---- Broke the President
Woody One: State that as a question please.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: very pleasant -- better than Superbowl Sunday, IMO. Whatever this program is, it's soma for the plebes: I'm all for it
Elayne: I remember nothing, Mudhead. At least nothing I'll admit to. Just ask Cat. He remembers everything for the both of us.
Bambi: gee and I thought that was ah,clem that broke the president lol
Elayne: He recalled vividly my trip to visit him, but it's all a blank to me.
llanwydd: where can i get a job
Elayne: Too many fried brain cells, I guess. (Mmm, fried brain cells...)
Mudhead: lol
klokwk-vivor-XVII: and...welcome back, Ken!
Woody One: Many business executives ask that.
Mudhead: you wont forget me
Elayne: Ken? Where's Ken?
pPoop: need a ginko martini
Dr. Headphones: it's good to be alive in 85 klok
Bambi: trip to art bell's house LOL these guys are too much!
Elayne: Gah, I wish you guys would use your real names sometimes. :)
llanwydd: art bell lives in a trailer
Dr. Headphones: ken is in peterbilt 379 in virginia, at truckstop
cease: hey el, i'm going to a conference on psychedelic studies next weekend. i'll tell them about sabrina
Woody One: Hey guys...
Elayne: Cat, did you see the link I provided to the PDF of the entire comic?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: is your truck stopped, Ken?
Woody One: Last week I'd mentioned that...
Bambi: are you at a FlyingJ or TA, or what, Ken?
cease: wonderful, el. i've been reccommending your blog to my friends around here
Dexter Fong: ,
Elayne: Oh, that's so sweet, thanks Cat!
Mudhead: a blog? where?
Elayne: http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
Merlyn: D'oh! Figured it out...
Woody One: I was getting hitched with a huge nose ring attached...
cease: all of us working for the same goal should at least be aware of each other, eh?
Dr. Headphones: bambi: flying j
llanwydd: at the sack-a-duck truck stop?
Merlyn: Hey, does anyone have the new favorite icon for the Firesign site? Should be by the URL
Woody One: Meaning...getting married.
llanwydd: full of trucks stopped
Dr. Headphones: the food always looks better than it tastes at the j, but it's always edible
Elayne: Wow, I didn't know you could drag and drop stuff like that, Brian!
cease: hey el, were you cut off today? isee the road we were on with doc got landslided today
Mudhead: I'll have some fried cat... to go
klokwk-vivor-XVII: merlyn - how 'bout a peverted smiley of some kind?
llanwydd: down there you get mostly deep-fried stuff, don't you?
Woody One: Someone said. "Congratulations. Who's the lucky farmer?" Thought that was funny as hell.
Bambi: should try the truck area outside the TA's when you can, too ... their food is pretty good
Elayne: But if you're here already what's the point of dragging and dropping the icon?
cease: fried cat? that's a redundancy
Merlyn: What do you mean, Elayne? The little Fire-logo?
Merlyn: kwd, it's the real Firesign logo
Elayne: Yeah Cat, I had to take the interstate, and that was pretty jammed. Took me awhile to get home.
Dr. Headphones: bambi: ta's are up and down. some are great, others suck. it's a crap shoot.
||||||||| Bubba's Brain sneaks in around 9:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong sidles away for a refill
Elayne: Yeah Brian, the fire logo, which I dragged and dropped and it's not there any more.
Mudhead: Dept of Redundancy Dept here
pPoop: hello bubba
Bambi: ah, ok, Ken
Bubba's Brain: Hey all.
llanwydd: hey bub
Elayne: Hey Bubba!
cease: a good point about the fight against bolton on the majority report
Dr. Headphones: hi bub
Bambi: guess we were lucky and got the ones that were pretty good ... although I know what you mean...
Mudhead: and I thought thats what they served
cease: hi bub. wuttya rub?
Merlyn: that's your browser doing that, Elayne. I only put up a logo document on the website
Woody One: Bubby.
Dr. Headphones: cat: i agree, michael bolton should be stopped from singing ever again
Elayne: Ah, okay Brian. I still haven't figured out Firefox...
cease: you have to get my correct address, bub. you sent the check to a house i havent lived in for 4 years
Mudhead: beware Javascript in Firefox Elayne
pPoop: super golden hind
llanwydd: Cat, you might find this interesting. I'm making my own sangria. I've had it fermenting for almost a week now
Woody One: What's up Dock?
Bubba's Brain: Damn... again?
Dr. Headphones: http://www.gnn.tv/headlines/2780/Critical_flaws_found_in_Firefox
Bambi: cool when I got here earlier, the logo was on my tabs but not in the address window ... now it's in both :-)
cease: the washington note, also the village voice, james ridgeway
klokwk-vivor-XVII is getting a logo in Firefox, too -- don't remember it last week
cease: wow, llan
Bubba's Brain: I didn't get it changed in Quickbooks... that's why.
Elayne: Yeah, heard about that, Ken.
Woody One: The movie?
llanwydd: All sorts of fruit juices and some warm yeast and a little fruit cocktail
Elayne: I usually open IE for Javascript anyway, it's just easier.
Dr. Headphones: i'm getting nothing special in mozilla (plain vanilla version, not firefox)
klokwk-vivor-XVII: Bambi - yes, and now it's invading the header bar on some of my other applications...just wait... ;-)
Bubba's Brain: Cat, email me your current address again, and I'll correct my records.
Bambi: not bad flaws ... at least they are mitigated ... and you are safe if you disable 'allow websites to install software'
Dr. Headphones: llan: cheap red wine, lots of citrus juice, a quart of triple sec. mmmmm, good stuff!
Bambi: and the new version 1.0.4 is already out for Firefox
llanwydd: thanks for the tip, kend
Merlyn: Could someone try logging out & back in again?
cease: will do
||||||||| 9:59 PM -- Bambi left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:59 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Bambi sashays in at 9:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 9:59 PM.
Woody One: Slater.
pPoop: I hear and obey
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:59 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs pPoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| At 9:59 PM, Woody One vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bambi: no name there now
llanwydd: I will too
||||||||| Outside, the 9:59 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving pPoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: LOL
Mudhead: can i try the cni now Merlyn?
pPoop: cough cough
klokwk-vivor-XVII: 'yo llama..
Merlyn: damn, still busted
cease: this really sounds like the dear friends show, 30 years later but the same thing
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: sure mudhead, it's separate from the chat anyway
Dr. Headphones: i breathe diesel every day. my IQ has dropped over 300 points ;)
pPoop: the chat was still active, I will log all the way out and close IE
Dexter Fong: Cat: It surely does
||||||||| pPoop is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:01 PM.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: tim-ber!, poop
cease: occasionally hour hour
||||||||| 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 llanwydd again disembarks at 10:01 PM.
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu've been red lined
Mudhead: i dont know why but i cant see the chat change while I listen to cni
||||||||| pPoop bounds in at 10:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:02 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bambi: what program are you using Mudhead?
||||||||| "10:02 PM? 10:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the divan.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: i rather thought that Happy Panditt's chopper makes a whumpa-whumpa-type sound myself...
llanwydd again: your door knocker fell off
Dexter Fong: Med: Try logging out of chat and back in using exit button in the tray
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:02 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| 10:02 PM: Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Merlyn: oh mudhead, some people say that happens to them, too. It seems to be the browser
pPoop: oops, I moved from new york to california
Elayne: I see you've been busy programming Catherwood some more, Brian...
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Elayne and says "Did you want me?"
Mudhead: yes Im still on IE
Merlyn: Yes, I see....ARGH
Elayne: Catherwood, get me a big stiff one.
||||||||| Catherwood gets Elayne a big stiff one.
Mudhead: and I use Winamp
Dexter Fong: Catherwood say ARGH
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and queries "Did you want something?"
Dr. Headphones: i never had any knockers. alas......
Mudhead: when I logoff and then back on its all good
pPoop: hehe, elayne got a big stiff one hehe
Dexter Fong: Elayne: We'd rather you keep those kind of requests to yourself
Bambi: try right clicking on the link for CNI and choose open in a new window
cease: i have a great shot of you looking out the bus window, el.
Bubba's Brain: knock knock knockers on heaven's door.....
klokwk-vivor-XVII: so Catherwood, you've corrected your absent-timedness and you've become attentive, too? interesting
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to klokwk-vivor-XVII and says "Did you want me?"
cease: at least something for the travelling ishikawa go to dc/nyc, coming soon!
Bambi: or close Winamp and open it again manually .. then type the following URL in Play Location: htttp://216.234.115.10:8000/
Elayne: With your videocamera, Cat? You didn't take any still pictures, did you?
Merlyn: We're all moving to Californny!
Mudhead: No visitors to the time travelers convention last week
pPoop: ugh, ie crash with an insulting message lol
cease: no, just vid, el.
Bambi: cool, never been there Merlyn!
Elayne: Mudhead, that's 'cause they closed admission! Not a very bright idea.
llanwydd again: I am also making mead and an ordinary red wine which I am about to try
pPoop: poor clem
Dr. Headphones: margaret mead? she's dead, isn't she?
Merlyn: OK, instead of mass-logging-off, I'd like ONE volunteer to log off & on
cease: a lot less quality than still shots but the shots on the travelling ishikawas is all just still lifted from vid, mostly the same camera
Dexter Fong: Try my Mead Lux LEWIS
Elayne: Still pictures seem to work better on a blog. :)
Mudhead: but they only are gonna have the one convention, figured thats all theyd need
Bambi: sounds good llanwydd
Merlyn: preferably from a city or state that has a space in the name
Elayne: Robin's going to set my microphone up this weekend, I might try podcasting a bit.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood log off and on
||||||||| Catherwood logs off and on.
llanwydd again: yeah poor old maggies dead and fermenting
pPoop: lewis? that is my real name, stop that nino lol
Elayne: After all, I have a face for radio!
Mudhead: i volunteer
Dexter Fong: Hows that MERL
Merlyn: he can log off and on like anything
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:06 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Mudhead steps in at 10:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: but I need a real poison
Mudhead: is this yur real knocker?
Merlyn: Mudhead, are you from CT?
Dexter Fong: Merl: Try this Hemlock
Bubba's Brain: will cyanide do?
Mudhead: yes
pPoop: arsenic and old lace
klokwk-vivor-XVII was never one to follow instructions...prepare!
||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII leaves at 10:07 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII bounds in at 10:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: Sy will never do
llanwydd again: I was in a production of Arsenic and Old Bags
Mudhead: it still doesnt show my nick
Merlyn: not working...stop logging off
Merlyn: KWD got the same location as mudhead
klokwk-vivor-XVII is in North Kingstown, RI via cox cable (possibly an Atlanta IP)
Bubba's Brain: I never started.
Mudhead: but i am listening to cni
Bambi: hey Bubba
Mudhead: and i can see what your typing
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Merlyn: atlanta has a lot of IPs
Bunnyboy: lo dere
klokwk-vivor-XVII: that won't save you Mudhead (but will certainly entertain your final hours)
Dexter Fong: Hi BBoy
Mudhead: Im in New London, CT
klokwk-vivor-XVII: and a lot of places to put them in, Merlyn
cease: this is a wonderful compendium bit
Bubba's Brain: Hey Bam Bam.
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy!
pPoop: I am on adelphia, for now, who knows
Bunnyboy: lo Dex
Mudhead: Right near Mystic, CT
Bunnyboy: Hi El
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from The Plague
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd again: We've got an IP in Ticonderoga. International Paper
pPoop: lots of trowsers
Bambi: hey Bunny
Elayne: And not that far from Norwich, CT. :) That's my ex-husband's stomping grounds...
Mudhead: wheretheres hamburger all over the highway
klokwk-vivor-XVII: Merlyn knows...Catherwood knows, but you don't have to keep reminding me, poop
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to klokwk-vivor-XVII and says "Someone mention my name?"
Dexter Fong: llan: =))
pPoop: dave had he plague??? cool
Bunnyboy: Say, I just picked up THE R.CRUMB HANDBOOK. Comes with a nifty liddle comp CD of Crumb's musical flangerings.
Mudhead: thats why I remember you E
cease: hi bun
Bubba's Brain: Merl, odd thing. When I came in tonight, going to the firesigntheatre.com/chat URL, when I got there, the name field was already filled with the name Elayne.
klokwk-vivor-XVII has noticed an excess of stomped people around Norwich and now understands the reason
Bunnyboy: Hiya Bambi
Bambi: ken you are fading
pPoop: hi bunnyboy
Bunnyboy: Greetings cat
cease: i'm back from nyc with Lots o comics
Merlyn: yep, that's what I'm trying to fix, BB
Dexter Fong: Bubba: Sounds like Identity Theft
pPoop: fun little clips they were, yes yes they were
Bubba's Brain: Ah
Merlyn: It's supposed to be your own name if you use the same IP as before
Merlyn: but it's getting mixed up
llanwydd again: any Freak Bros, cat.
Mudhead: whos that talking on CNI?
Dr. Headphones: merlyn: i will almost always be on different IP every time now
Bunnyboy: What's amongst the pulp, cat?
Bubba's Brain: I didn't take your name, E. I swear!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: good R. Crumb (long) interview in The Guardian one Sunday earlier this year, BB
pPoop: that is ah, clem
llanwydd again: no I guess that's comiX
Merlyn: Hey BunnyBoy, are you from San Jose?
Merlyn: Test, BRB...
||||||||| At 10:12 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bambi: that's ah,clem, Mudhead :-)
Dr. Headphones: crumb also interviewed on fresh air on npr last week or week before. check archives
cease: the last freak bros was years ago. maybe the 80s
Bunnyboy blinks.
Dexter Fong: Mud: That's ah, clem aka Jimmy Lee
Mudhead: Hi ah,clem
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:13 PM, dragging Merlyn by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Merlyn: damn
cease: he babbles a lot in the new yorker these days
ah,clem: hi mud
Bambi: ah, sorry ... I see pPoop had already said that LOL
Mudhead: i will
pPoop: some of my ancestors are from block island and westport and that neck of the woods
Mudhead: nice radio voice
cease: fuckin Older Statesman and all. good to see his wife get a higher profile
Bubba's Brain: Catherwood, I'll vouch for this idiot.
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bubba's Brain and asks "Did you want something?"
pPoop: did I say that already?
Bunnyboy: Why, ehrm, no Merl. I was raised in Spokane (the mayor never TOUCHED me!), and live in West Seattle.
Elayne: I turned Cat on to at least 4or5 crazy guy cartoonists.
llanwydd again: I saw the documentary on Crumb. One messed up family for sure
Bunnyboy: However, I do have a dirty liddle secret...
Mudhead: ahh, the block island ferry passes my back yard
Bubba's Brain: Catherwood, take my voucher for this idiot.
||||||||| Catherwood takes Bubba's Brain's voucher for this idiot.
cease: women too. i finally got to read persepolis. amazing stuff
Dr. Headphones: well, dear friends, i must leave here at 630am and i need my beauty sleep, so it's TTFN (ta ta for now) to all. see you again in the future, which is already in progress
pPoop: wave at them, they must be cousins of mine
Elayne: Yes, I'm glad of that. I can't wait for the third volume.
Merlyn: bye phones
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite Ken, happy trailz!
Mudhead: ah,clem got the Bear Whiz Beer commercial?
Elayne: Bye Ken!
Bunnyboy: I was born in St Paul, MN. But my parents moved to WA, before the Minnesota gene set in.
Elayne: Drive safely!
llanwydd again: nite kend
Bubba's Brain: Nite dr. H
cease: i lvoed the 2 books el and robin are in, Broad Appeal and Storytime
pPoop: don't surround your self with yourself headphones
Bambi: have a great night Ken ... so glad to see you!
cease: you leaving, kend?
cease: alas
Elayne: Oh good, you got to read the stories I wrote too. :)
cease: great to see you again
||||||||| "10:15 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Headphones, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Dexter Fong: Kend^: Good to see/head from you again....be safe out there
llanwydd again: I was born in a town called Hackensack in a building which no longer stands
cease: i really liked thatt Sheagle Rising tale. it reminded me of friday night
llanwydd again: they must have torn it down to prevent any further disasters
Bambi: I was born at Fort Useless and spent much of my life in the home area of the Jersey Devil and now back in VA
Mudhead: Wher is CNI radio from?
cease: driving like a fool back to hackesack, drinkin his dinner from a paper sack
Bunnyboy: I actually got Crumb's autograph on my copy of his "authorized" edition of THE COMPLETE FRITZ THE CAT, when he had a rare lecture at Washington State U.
Elayne: I was born in Mount Sinai Hospital, which you pass on the express bus on the way back to the Bronx, Cat.
cease: someplace inside your mind
klokwk-vivor-XVII: i thought the Devils up and moved their franchise to Hobart...
Bambi: well we do the remote feed for a few shows here in VA, but Studio A is in MI
cease: and abraham lincoln died in Vain.
Mudhead: We have a local college radio station known as WCNI
Bunnyboy: Lincoln was tight with a penny.
Merlyn: More tests...
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Mudhead: any resemblance is purely incidental
Bunnyboy: Downright horizontal.
llanwydd again: Would you believe I was born in Hackensack and grew up in Hackettstown? I have this persistent hack.
Dexter Fong: Lincoln was a rail spitter
||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 10:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
pPoop: lincoln put the hack in hackensack?
Dexter Fong: Who was that bounder?
pPoop: wb merlyn
Bambi: you can see our schedule on http://www.cniradio.com
cease: hey bunny, are you familiar with the work of david mack?
Bunnyboy: "Get me Sha-Poo-Pie!"
Merlyn: Could someone else try again?
||||||||| Dave enters at 10:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| At 10:19 PM, Dexter Fong runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:19 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (10:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:19 PM crosstown bus from Minneapolis pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
pPoop: brb
||||||||| Around 10:19 PM, Bambi walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| pPoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's pPoop?! It's 10:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
llanwydd again: I'll go
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (10:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:19 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Mudhead: didnt pick me up
||||||||| pPoop sneaks in around 10:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: I', goner
Elayne: What were we exiting and entering for this time, Brian?
Dave: I'm back and I'm me to be me at last
Bambi: no name now ... better than someone else's to confuse folks lol
pPoop: you are back? but I am back.
Merlyn: It's still screwed up, though
Bunnyboy: El: It's all part of his evil plan!
Elayne: What;'s still screwed up? My browser doesn't show anything wrong.
Merlyn: now you're all from Mpls. Domini, Domini, Domini, you're all catlicks now
Bambi: which back?
Dexter Fong: Will the real me please stand down
Mudhead: catlicks?
Bunnyboy: Was it the St Paul seed? Drat!
pPoop: mary tyler moore town
Bambi: having an altercation with Catherwood there pPoop? ;-)
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bambi and queries "Did you want something?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:21 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Bubba's Brain: ... they keep coming and going, and going and coming.... and always too soon.
Dexter Fong: Mer: Not me, I'm a Lutherian
||||||||| "10:21 PM? 10:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: oh, was i 'spozed to leeve? wait a minin...
||||||||| At 10:21 PM, klokwk-vivor-XVII vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
ah,clem: laughing cow cheese coming up
Elayne: Nonsense, Dex, you don't remind me of Lex Luthor at all.
pPoop: catherwood and I were lovers
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to pPoop and asks "Something I can help with?"
Dexter Fong: ha...ha
||||||||| Catherwood ushers klokwk-vivor-XVII in through the front door at 10:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bambi: Catherwood please make me a Toasted Almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a toasted almond.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:22 PM and llanwydd bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Cather wood, gimme lotsa lovin'
Dexter Fong: fooled him
llanwydd: I'm back
Bambi: don't eat that grape...lanwydd!
Mudhead: lol
pPoop: smarter thand the average wood cather
Dexter Fong: Put it in your sangria
Bubba's Brain: Its the grape of Dorian Grey.
llanwydd: got to tell you about my homemade wine. For a first try it's not bad. Unfortunately it's my third
Bambi: the Cather wood flower ....
Dexter Fong: We will wrinkle no grape before it's time
cease: i bought 3 bottles of what i thought was sangria at a bizarre market elayne and robin took me to
Bambi: lol lanwydd
ah,clem: Catherwood, please bring me a beer
||||||||| Catherwood gets ah,clem a beer.
Bunnyboy: Oh, my. I'm listening to the Cheap Suit Serenaders performing one of them "double entendre'" songs...MY GIRL'S...erhm...."Kitty".
llanwydd: Honestly, it's too sugary but I'm pleased with the alcohol content
cease: i noticed it particularly mild. then i read on directions you were supposed to add brandy
cease: now they tell me
ah,clem: Catherwood, please bring me a Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood hands ah,clem a bambi.
Elayne: We took Cat to Stew Leonard's, Mudhead. He thinks it's bizarre. :)
Bubba's Brain: What was it really, Cat?
Bunnyboy: Self censorship is so hard.
ah,clem :)
Bubba's Brain: typed too soon.
Dexter Fong: clem:+000
cease: in a good way, el
Elayne: Well, you're the one talking to the cow head.
pPoop: self censorship makes hair grow on your palms
klokwk-vivor-XVII: it is bizarre, Elayne, except maybe to Peter Lynch
Bunnyboy: And it ain't the ONLY thang that's "hard", thanks to them ED ads, 24/7.
cease: it was a sort of sangria mix,
Bambi: ah,clem LOL
Mudhead: Its a bizarre celebration of food
pPoop: only one tub of slaw :(
Mudhead: woohoo
cease: i lvoed the layout
Mudhead: ystic CT
Elayne: I like it, at this point I don't like to purchase meat (and much dairy, and vegetables) anywhere else.
Bambi: they never come up into the hills, or the foothills in VA
klokwk-vivor-XVII: Stew Leonard's -- it's a super-upscale store in a super-upscale place
pPoop: ocelots
cease: hnow was the lamb, el?
Elayne: Very fresh, good regional supermarket.
cease: it has a firesign quality. the war with cows, etc
Elayne: Klok, they have a few different stores. The one in Yonkers isn't that up-scale.
Mudhead: very good place
klokwk-vivor-XVII: the one in Fairfield is...
Elayne: Cat, the lamb was fantastic. It's not the first time I've bought their pre-marinated butterflied lamb, though, so we knew what to expect.
Elayne: Well, that's Fairfield for you. :)
Merlyn: more testing...
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:27 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:27 PM and Merlyn steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| At 10:27 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
pPoop: pull the curtain fred!
cease: i finished the raspberries on the flight from dallas to van, el.
Merlyn: any volunteers?
Elayne: Stew Leonard's is the first place I've found in the US that has decent lamb the way you can buy it in England.
cease: thanks again for them. the cheese too.
||||||||| pPoop is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:27 PM.
||||||||| At 10:27 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cease: stew leonard fed me for days
Elayne: Cool, I'm glad they let you take them on board. I love their raspberries.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:27 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Stamford."
||||||||| Catherwood leads pPoop into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:28 PM, then departs.
Elayne: You don't eat much though.
cease: true
klokwk-vivor-XVII: everyone see the NYT thing on Savannahs? Talk about upscale, the new attack dog! ;-) http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/12/fashion/thursdaystyles/12cats.html?8hpib
Mudhead: NO joy Merlyn
Elayne: But I'm glad I made the right call to take you up there first thing upon your arrival.
Merlyn: Ah, much better. My "close enough" IP address guesser must be screwed up
pPoop: I can feel the change dear friends, right on daddio
cease: i had a wonderful piece of fish at the dallas airport. something called Grouper, which the fishers amongsts you may know
Elayne: I'd recommend it to anyone hosting a guest, take 'em food shopping first. :)
klokwk-vivor-XVII: Elayne - you mean it has a "Go mad by" date stamped on the package? ;-))
llanwydd: I've had lamb kidneys in England. Never got to try the whole lamb
cease: new to me. a TGIFridays which i gather is a chain.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Grouper is *not* related to the Sand Dab
pPoop: you were groped at the airport?
llanwydd: these marshmallows taste like lamb
Elayne: That's beef, Klok. :)
klokwk-vivor-XVII: yes, for awhile, Cat
cease: no, groated
||||||||| "Hey Bubba's Brain!" ... Bubba's Brain turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Elayne: Groat cakes again? grumble grumble
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:29 PM and late as usual, it's Bubba's Brain, just back from Billville."
pPoop: heavy on the 30 weight
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd again - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwk-vivor-XVII: i thought they fed all the mad cows they couldn't sell to the sheep...
Dexter Fong: Hmm?
Dave: mooooo!
Dexter Fong: Baaaahhh
Bambi: so, how was Billville? Did you see Bill Grates?
Dexter Fong: Kill Billville Pt. 3
Merlyn: Anyway, kwd, llan, or anyone else who Nino says is in Mpls, logging out & in should change that.
pPoop: a spy and girl delighter
llanwydd: Knock knock - who's there - impatient cow - imp... - MOOOOOO
cease: get those homeless people off my grates!
||||||||| "10:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (10:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: hey, it works now Merlyn!!!!!!!
doctecaziod: "Passion Of The Christ II: Revenge" : He's back from the dead - and out for blood!
Dexter Fong: No one home...Baaaaaahhhhh!
Bunnyboy: OK, let's see where I'm from now...
Merlyn: Right, it was guessing close IP matches wrong before.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:33 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
doctecaziod: Merl: you get my response to your email?
Dexter Fong: WB Doc
pPoop: blasphemy, and blast for you too
Bubba's Brain: Hey Doc.
doctecaziod: hi BB - still working on the changes
cease: southpark on passion and simpsons on left below, amazing
Bunnyboy: Oh, hiya doc.
Merlyn: I tried to add something that if you were from 1.2.3.4 and it had a name for 1.2.3.6, it would tentatively use that name. But for some reason it matched anything, so it always matched the first entry found.
Dexter Fong: Gimme a double blast bearkeepr
cease: back from coded hell, doc?
Bubba's Brain: Doc, good to know. no rush.
doctecaziod: had to deal with numerous interruptions the past 2 days. hope to have something to test tomorrow.
Bambi: wb doc
Merlyn: bunnyboy, you around san jose?
Dexter Fong: Don't test tomorrow if you can fail today
doctecaziod: hi bun, bambi
Bunnyboy: Merl: Oh, NOOOOOOOOO!
pPoop: does a pope shit in the vatican?
Elayne: Hey again, Doc!
Merlyn: who's your ISP?
doctecaziod: hi e
Merlyn: who's your daddy?
cease: bun, do you know david mack's Kabuki comic?
Dexter Fong: Is a bear infalible?
Bunnyboy: Merl, which drop-down shows all of this hullaballoosis?
Elayne: Enjoyed seeing you and Lili lots on Sunday.
doctecaziod: had fun this past sunday w/you & cat - i need to send you some of my pix
pPoop: thank you
Merlyn: the "nino" link on the typing line
Bunnyboy: pPoop: No. It's carried away by doves.
cease: indeed, doc
Elayne: Please do! I've put most of mine up on one of Robin's Mac photo pages, there's a link from my blog.
doctecaziod: wish more of 'em came out, i'm still wrestling with new camera re focus issues
pPoop: yogi one kenobi bear
Bunnyboy: ...who promptly sell it, on the black market.
Elayne: How are the kittens?
Bambi: so Bunny gets to visit san jose tonight huh?
doctecaziod: e: they are doing great - will send you pix of them too
cease: the travelling ishikawa version of the trrip should be linked to others' images, like el's blog
Elayne: Did Lili find the little nuts?
Dexter Fong: MerL Just checked Nino...seems uh..rather odd =))
Mudhead: I want kitty pixs too
doctecaziod: e: one of 'em has them, one of 'em doesn't
pPoop: I thought the cardinals examined it for clues like the emperor of china
Merlyn: yeah, it's "odd"
Elayne: Ah, a matched set! Which are you keeping, the girl?
Dave: ah Colorado is a boring state, no one comes up in to the hills
Bambi: look at it this way ... no one will know where we are from LOL
cease: i thought it was "cruise"
Mudhead: thank you ah-clem
Merlyn: Hey BunnyBoy, does your chat URL have an address?
doctecaziod: e: we decided to keep them both. they are two peas in a pod, seems right to keep 'em together
pPoop: you bet!
Dexter Fong: Nice segue Clem =)))
Elayne: Aww! That's way cool! So what artists did you pick? Should be names of a married couple.
doctecaziod: dex: lili tells me she did in fact get the email you sent her
Elayne: Or a brother and sister, but I don't know of any brother-sister artists.
ah,clem :)
doctecaziod: e: the male is cocteau, the female is seurat
pPoop: communist party high school grrrrrrr
cease: oh, i have some news from schoolboy y'all can help with
Elayne: Heh, seems like it'll fit. I like Seurat as a name. Not sure about Cocteau...
Dexter Fong: Doc....Good...Offer still in effect
Bunnyboy: Hey, there's an idea. I have The Waiting Room bookmarked. Let me try this as a fresh arrival. BRB
||||||||| Bunnyboy is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:40 PM.
cease: he's in dc and in contact with the library of congress ( i think) about getting the firesign collected
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Frida and Frodo Kahlo
cease: one album chosen to be in a select list of most memorable american discs
Elayne: LOL, Unca Dex!
Elayne: I don't think his name was Frodo...
pPoop: they are a national treasure
doctecaziod: our other male cat is already named kahlo - we have an older femail too, her name is matisse
cease: schoolboy posts to alt.firesign most authoritatively
Bambi: thrown out the window ... wow, that was rather rash LOL
||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:41 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Bunnyboy: OK. Where am I now?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Then there was their cousin Cocoa Kahlo
llanwydd: Kliban would be a good name for a cat
pPoop: mr wood is becoming violent
||||||||| 10:42 PM -- klokwk-vivor-XVII enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dave: I vote for HCYB as the disc to be chosen
Bunnyboy: Good old Seattle. Yay!
pPoop: the emerald city bunnyboy
klokwk-vivor-XVII: test
Bambi: vouch, vouch ... that hurt
cease: i would vot e for electrician, cuz it was the first one, opened the door
cease: ot the best, but the first
ah,clem: this peice is most certainly a national treasure.
cease: a good case could be made for many
pPoop: nick danger is loved or hated
Bunnyboy: I would recommend that y'all try to crawl into chat through FST.com...WITHOUT bookmark hopping.
Bambi: yep, very true cat
cease: i would agree, clem
llanwydd: I don't know anyone that hates ND
Dexter Fong: I would vote for Dwarf: First fully realized long piece
Bambi: Nick Danger gets my vote :-)
doctecaziod: ok, gotta take off - sorry i can't hang longer, lili wants to see 'collateral' (we rented yesterday but didn't get to see it, it needs to be returned tomorrow)
Elayne: My favorite is Dwarf, but it should probably be How Can You Be...? 'cause that one has Nick Danger, probably their best-known character.
Elayne: Have fun, Doc! Love to Lili!
Bunnyboy: nite Doc. Waves to Lili!
Dexter Fong: Night Doc and best to Lili
pPoop: night doc
cease: hope lili is well and kittens mew with contentment
doctecaziod: y'all have a great evening - should be here again next week.
doctecaziod: ttfn ttyl bye nytol zzzzzzzzzzzz.......................
||||||||| doctecaziod leaves at 10:45 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Merlyn: ok bye doc
Dave: oh yes, this piece, this is a good one, so weird but somehow works
Bambi: nite Doc...best to Lili !
Bubba's Brain: nite doc
ah,clem: so many parts, glazed over from Dwarf, came back in later recordings, it laid the ground for so much.
ah,clem: fertile ground it was
Dexter Fong: And then, Dwarf composed of previous parts
cease: a great protean stew
Bambi: yep
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite DT
Bunnyboy: This R. Crumb CD sampler is superlative. Worth the nominal price of the HANDBOOK. $25 American.
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
cease: whats on it, bun?
Bubba's Brain: I gotta head out. later all.
cease: i read most of his early work in the library
pPoop: napalm-olive, I think my kids are doing it on purpose
Bambi: night Bubba
ah,clem: the protien stew was best explored in Bozos
cease: off you bubble
llanwydd: I've only heard one Crumb song: "Get a Load of This". Kind of catchy
pPoop: get back in the vat brain
Elayne: Night Bubba! Looks like folks are starting to trickle out, as it were. Think I'll mosey too.
cease: oh, this is music?
Elayne: One of these days I'll actually catch Tild when she comes in here...
||||||||| Mr. Motion steals in around 10:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Bubba's Brain says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bubba's Brain exits at 10:48 PM.
Bambi: night E! :-)
cease: hope you and robin are healthy, el
Elayne: We're getting there, Cat!
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:48 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bambi: hi MM
cease: good to hear
Bunnyboy: cat: Crumb and his varied musical cohorts (including his wife and daughter), performing in cuts recorded between 1972 and 2003. It's fun!
pPoop: night e hi mr motion
Mr. Motion: Brrraaaaa Motion is here, people have no fear....!
cease: i'm sure stew leonard will help
Dave: I know, they used so much of it in small pieces over the other records, I haven't listened to them all of course but you can tell even in GMIOD, I would love to know how they recorded the music for "and welcome to the wonderful world of snails and adventure,"
cease: they stole it, dave
Mr. Motion: Hi Bambi?
cease: or paid for it
Bunnyboy: Yeah, Crumb's a servicable banjo player.
cease: hi mr. m
ah,clem: the court room scene, a best pic, esp the swearing in, (for mudhead)
Mr. Motion: Cease!
Bunnyboy: lo M. M.
llanwydd: that was the soundtrack to "Spartacus", Dave
Dexter Fong: back
ah,clem: do you promise to covet......
Mudhead: ty ah, clem
Bambi: yep...that's me MM :-)
Mr. Motion: I bet she gave the guard a sleeve job!
Dave: I don't remember that word for word but remember liking it, that's coming up wright?
Dave: it was? hmmm didn't know that
Mr. Motion: Kewl Bambi me too!
llanwydd: closing credits
ah,clem: almost there now Dave
Bambi: you are Bambi too?
Bunnyboy: "Do you promise to covet property, propriety , parallety, surety, security and not hurt the state. Say what?"
Mr. Motion: Ah nope I'm Bambi 2!
Bambi: What?
Dexter Fong: Born under the sign of the wounded faun, Bambi
Mudhead: What?
ah,clem: transmitting it now (swearing in)
Bambi: LOL
Mr. Motion: Porgey you're a white man you got to help us...
Bunnyboy: parallety (sic), I'm sure. No idea what that word means. Any takers?
Dexter Fong: CCCCCCCCLEM: Getting it....................................now
llanwydd: I thought it was "plurality"
Dave: this indian part just didn't work, not that funny
cease: i think we're supposed to make it up for ourselves, bun
Bunnyboy: Pooooooooooop! Poop POOOOOOOOOOOP!
Mr. Motion: Dex ya got to lay off all that caffeine!
Bambi: I thought it was plurality too
cease: like malmburg in plano
Mr. Motion: A bottoms up below thebelt review!
llanwydd: If it's parallety, it might refer to "Parallel Hell"
ah,clem: Mr. Motion is just an illusion, a computer enhanced hallucination, in a black hole, seen only by Mark Time
pPoop: i was afk afu something like that
Bambi: Catherwood pour me another Toasted Almond
||||||||| Catherwood pours Bambi another toasted almond.
Bunnyboy: That's it! Plurality makes more than one kinda sense. Damnable Proctor, mumbling as usual...
Dexter Fong: Catherwood don't forget to give sweat to Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Would you like something?"
cease: the mumble is intentional, bun
Bunnyboy: Catherwood pour me into a cab.
||||||||| Catherwood pours Bunnyboy into a cab.
pPoop: say what
cease: one of the main messages of firesign, it seems to me, is how to discern signal from noise
Bambi: which reel?
ah,clem: if the drinks were real, Bambi would be drunk by now
cease: and part of that is the awareness of your own noise
Bambi: good one Bunny
Bunnyboy: cat: Oh, I know that. Sure do.
Bunnyboy: Catherwood shoot me outta a cannon
||||||||| Catherwood shoots Bunnyboy outta a cannon.
Mr. Motion: Mr. Head
Bambi: that was only the third one in nearly 2 hrs ....but since I don't drink very much ... you may be right :-)
Bunnyboy: Catherwood stomp me into a pulp.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps Bunnyboy into a pulp.
cease: they've always loved to play with the sort of distortions that arise from broadcasting and recording
klokwk-vivor-XVII: but some signals are noise, Cat. we are all part of one whole, a standing wave on a stream of matter...
cease: and used them most instructively
Bunnyboy: I always wanted Daffy Duck's life.
pPoop: the salient
Dexter Fong: Bunny seems to have found a willing companion for his wretched games
cease: not string theory, klok. just the stuff we Listen to every day
cease: most people dont pay attention to most things they hear. those that create such things count on that
pPoop: you wanted daffy duck's wife?
Dexter Fong: I listened to a String Quartertet
cease: i heard that
Bunnyboy: Catherwood make me Pope Bunnificent the 13th.
||||||||| Catherwood brings Bunnyboy pope bunnificent the 13th.
llanwydd: to blow yourself up with seven sticks of dynamite at a press briefing and reappear minutes later in the same suit?
cease: was it worth a quarter?
Bunnyboy: Ah! I broke it!
cease: tet? did they blow up real good?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: there is a message in it all, like the street person's ravings FST put into Kitchener's speech in "...Turkish..."
pPoop: this is real
Dexter Fong: Catherwood annoint me master of the Universe
||||||||| Catherwood annoints Dexter Fong master of the universe.
cease: do you like sea horses?
pPoop: hail master fong
Dexter Fong: I like Air Fish
Mr. Motion: Catherwood Roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table...
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Mr. Motion and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
cease: and Me
Bunnyboy: To be at an after-hours tire joint, sipping Pina Coladas and screaming "Wahoo wahoo wahoo, yadda yadda yadda"!
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: hat's the message. how to get out of not only the delusions impressed upon us, but those we've created to go along
klokwk-vivor-XVII: it's not noise, it's background music, Cat, like "our song" that was playing on the radio. Like as not it's a crap song, but has very special resonance to those people. part of the art of movie soundtracks, isn't it?
llanwydd: ever notice not many people take vacations to Secaucus, New Jersey
Bambi: Catherwood crown me Mother Nature
||||||||| Catherwood crowns Bambi mother nature.
pPoop: dave died from the plague again
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Don't forget the 2 13 year old girls
cease: sounds like you're listening to the campaign chronicles, bun
Bambi: dont mess with mother nature ;-)
Bambi: hey Bunny got the really good disease!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokwk-vivor-XVII: John Sayles did...
llanwydd: Greenland seems to have a low turnout as well
cease: you mean silver city, klok?
Mr. Motion: Why this is a bag of shit!
cease: i was most dissappointed with that
Bunnyboy: Buxom...young...campaign workers, I drift off here...
pPoop: hehe he said buxom hehe
Dexter Fong:
klokwk-vivor-XVII was thinking of his precursor to "The Big Chill", "The Return of the Secaucus Seven"
Dexter Fong: ""
Dexter Fong: thpphh
llanwydd: never saw it. was it good?
Bambi: fresh onion rolls with that shrimp (and it was on sale! as Gallagher would say)
Bambi: night to the fading Bunny
Dexter Fong: Do the math Clem
klokwk-vivor-XVII: not as good as The Big Chill, Ilan, but it set the style and made all the points, leaving the big-budget thing to play the "Vanilla Sky" role
Bunnyboy: Bambi: Naw, that's Austin's Paul Harvey style rap.
Mudhead: Im gonna head to bed
klokwk-vivor-XVII: Firesignese!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: nite Mudhead
Mudhead: gnite All!
pPoop: night mudhead
Dexter Fong: Better bed than red , Head
Mr. Motion: Ta ta Mud!
Bambi: ah, ok Bunny :-)
cease: mud
Bunnyboy: But I think I'll probably wonder over to the girl and the dogs. Nite, y'all.
Mudhead: I'll be back next week, lord willin
Dexter Fong: Good to see you agin Medhead
||||||||| 11:05 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Bambi: night Mudhead
cease: by bun
||||||||| At 11:05 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Mr. Motion: Later Bun!
klokwk-vivor-XVII: They're all on the left coast aside from Austin, aren't they?
pPoop: wb dave hop away bunny
Bambi: ha! you've been hiding out in the closet again Dave? And after lucking out with the really good disease too.
Bambi: night Bunny
Dave: am going to introduce a friend to the FST, wonder what her reaction will be, either she'll think it's really stupid or she'll give it a chance
Bambi: (Dead of the Plague)
Dexter Fong: Bambi: =))
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 11:06 PM train to Washington.
cease: i hope she gives it a chance
Bambi: if she gives it a chance, she'll like it LOL
llanwydd: getting tired myself. I'll be back later this month
pPoop: give her nick danger
Dexter Fong whispers to Cat, he should get her stoned first
pPoop: good luck with the sangria
Dave: yeah that's what I told her, listen to it a few million times
klokwk-vivor-XVII: take that witch out to be stoned!
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: if she likes firesign, you really have a find
Bambi: night llanwydd
Dexter Fong wonders which witch
cease: keep em sangriaing, llan
Mr. Motion: I beg to differ!
cease: dave, you cant ask anyone to listen to anything more than once. even once is asking a lot
Bambi: yes, and if she doesn't ... think twice LOL
klokwk-vivor-XVII begs to differ and the question, too
Dexter Fong offers 2 boons for a plea
Dave: yeah well I've given her the disclaimer, and where in the world does this little bit come from? I've never heard it before
pPoop: I prostrate myself
cease: proctor and bergman
klokwk-vivor-XVII: me neither, Dave
Dexter Fong: Cat: You know this piece...is it NPR stuff?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: try watchful waiting, Poop -- best approach for most men
cease: 2nd album, as i recall
pPoop: give me that guitar
Mr. Motion: TV or NOt TV
cease: its on the firesign site
Dexter Fong: Lemon Car? Second album?
Bambi: el cabong!
pPoop: for me and elmer fudd
cease: lemonacar? no this is ancient proc'berg
Mr. Motion: What this country needs?
cease: re you lhearing somiething else?
Dexter Fong: MM: Not TV or Not
cease: now its 2 places
Dexter Fong: No...It's Billy Jack
cease: this is after tv, dex, i think. my memory of their work is weak
pPoop: no, it's ah clem
Mr. Motion: Whatever happened to the Fabulous Pills Brothers Dex?
Bambi: ah, Toad Away already .....sigh...
cease: thats kinda useless knowledge. it can be looked up easily enough
Dexter Fong: Cat: Could the Lemon Car be from Clark Wintergreen?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: too quiet
Dexter Fong: MM: They were taken off the market
klokwk-vivor-XVII is well-done for the evening...
cease: no, dex. it predates wintergreen by many years
pPoop: bambi is in the future
Mr. Motion: Purple was my hero!
cease: i got that one quite recently and thus know it very little
||||||||| 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 Jonathan disembarks at 11:12 PM.
Dexter Fong: Cat: The reggue aspect would seem to indicate 70's or later
cease: hi jonathan
Jonathan: Hello
Dexter Fong: Jono
Mr. Motion: Hi Johnathan?
cease: i think you can go tot the firesign site and get the date of that album
pPoop: oil-pressure gonna drop on me, hi jonathan
Bambi: Catherwood give me a chocolate covered almond double chocolate icecream cone
||||||||| Catherwood brings Bambi a chocolate covered almond double chocolate icecream cone.
pPoop: yum bambi
Dave: where does that little hymn come from? so much I have to learn
Dexter Fong: I wish Clem would back announce the various cuts..(hint) (Hint) =))
cease: the toad away hymn? any hymn experts about?
klokwk-vivor-XVII: about time for kwd to flade into the starset...nite everyone (kwd acquired Bryer's swiss almond ice cream for $2.48 tonight...mmmm)
Jonathan: Hey, I was at a voice over seminar recently and apparently the instructor is a friend of Proctor.
pPoop: how can you be in two places at once, maybe
klokwk-vivor-XVII: stonegrinder's disease?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I thinks it's Number 376
Bambi :-)
pPoop: click klok
cease: are you an uber-voice, jonathan?
cease: there are such things as dildos, poop
Jonathan: What?
Dexter Fong: Night Klok...Enjoy the Bryer's
Bambi: Night Klok
ah,clem: sorry Dex, out of time for tonight
klokwk-vivor-XVII: ymmmmm
Dexter Fong: s'ok Clem =)
||||||||| "Hey Mr. Motion!" ... Mr. Motion turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:16 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bambi: Hi Jonathan
cease: time. it comes, it goes
klokwk-vivor-XVII: killer silicosis -- they told us moon dust was deadly
||||||||| klokwk-vivor-XVII leaves to catch the 11:16 PM train to Minnesota.
pPoop: I have always supported athletes cat
cease: you sound diseased, klok
Jonathan: Hi to all who greeted me and those whoi will.
: Oh well time to go finish my advertising, Keep'em Flying. http://www.issuesandalibis.com/
cease: what did the proctor friend tell you about him, jon?
Dexter Fong: I didn't know Klok went to the moon and -evidently- took his helmat off
Merlyn: uh-oh
cease: oh, its the alibi man.
cease: i got a nickle. wait for me
Merlyn: He logged off a bit early
Dexter Fong: Nnight Ppoop
Jonathan: nothing really. She just played some of his voice-over work for radio commercials.
Bambi: as those about to die, we salute you ...
ah,clem: well, good night all, and thak you for beeing there
cease: we accept your fingerprints, bambi
pPoop: fong leaving?
pPoop: bambi leaving?
Dexter Fong: Thank you for beeeeeing there Clem
pPoop: jimmy-lee?
pPoop: the bus arrived, have a super week, and thanks again
ah,clem: hoofprints
cease: you perform a great service, clem and bambi
Bambi: thanks Cat!
Dexter Fong: Please check my oil....Thankyeeww
Bambi: JimmyLee :-) that's my sweetie!
Jonathan: They're leaving. We gave them most of our lives.
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, 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...
ah,clem: good night all
cease: oil on velvet?
||||||||| Around 11:20 PM, ah,clem walks off into the sunset...
cease: i thought elvis was dead!
Dexter Fong: G'night you to wackey kids
pPoop: velvetta
pPoop: night all
Bambi -)
||||||||| pPoop is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:21 PM.
Dexter Fong: Cannola oil on Velveeta, or if you prefer, 30-weight on Roquefort
Bambi: until we meet again ... great to see you all!
cease: off they fly
cease: you too, bam
Jonathan: Did I just come in as the chat was closing?
Dexter Fong: It's a mass bail=out...a catholic cluster jump
cease: so it would appear
||||||||| Around 11:22 PM, Bambi walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Jona: It would appear so, though hardly your fault =)
Jonathan: It used ot be longer.
cease: it varies week to week
Dave: yeah guess I should be going as well, one more day to get through tomorrow then a weekend of studying algebra, great talking to everyone, night all and god bless until next time, same bad time, same bad sation
Dexter Fong: It's organic Jona, some weeks real late, others, not so late
cease: keep em flying, dave
Jonathan: Bombs away dave
Dexter Fong: Bad Bye Dave
||||||||| At 11:23 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...
Dexter Fong: How were the animals upon your return Cat?
cease: very affectionate
cease: IKcy was in the vehicle when F picked me up. the babies were anticipatory upon my return.
Dexter Fong: That's nice...Our male cat, everytime we go away, when we return he grumps around the apartment for at least 12 hours
cease: they're used to my frequent absences
Dexter Fong: A lot of "fuckin' meow" you know?
Jonathan: I came back from a 2-day vacatio in Florida and my cat was like "Great. You're home. Feed me."
cease: was it your first absence, jon?
Dexter Fong: Cats have a great sense of priority
cease: true
Jonathan: Now, but it was my longest.
Dexter Fong: afk for a sec
Jonathan: *No
cease: or perhaps, a more sharply differenciated one from ours, as opposed to dogs
cease: 2 days?
Jonathan: Whoop si meant 2 weeks.
Jonathan: *I
cease: ok, that makes sense
cease: all humans crave comfort, but cats are better at getting it than we are.
cease: thus, rthey are pissed off at its sudden absence
Dexter Fong: back
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (11:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: and booty-full?
Dexter Fong: Leave something here, Bambi?
cease: and speaking of beauties....
Dexter Fong: Catherwood search Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and says "Did you need me?"
Bambi: yep ... sure did Dex :-)
Bambi: ah, shucks ;-)
Dexter Fong realizes you can't trust Catherwood to follow thru
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and says "Someone mention my name?"
Bambi: LOL
Dexter Fong: Catherwood you idiot, that was an internal monologue
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and queries "Someone mention my name?"
cease: Jim Nabors as Agatha Christy in ....Dr....uh...mam..uh....
Merlyn: Hey cat, could you log out and back in? Nino doesn't know where LA is!?
Jonathan: How do you know if Bambi's beautiful or not?
Merlyn: Catherwood, what time is it?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 11:34 PM, exactly!"
Bambi: see ya next time ... feel free to stop by CNI's chat channel on irc.equnet.org #cni anytime!
cease: we've seen her pic, jon. its on the logs
Dexter Fong: Jona: She told us and we believe her
||||||||| "Hey cease!" ... cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:35 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Merlyn: Thanks, cat.
||||||||| cease steals in around 11:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
cease: cheese logs
cease: tim.....burr
Merlyn: Ha, Nino knows you're in Vancouver
cease: ton
Jonathan: What "unpleasant incident occured, cease?
Merlyn: Dex, can you log out & in to fix your place, too?
Dexter Fong: Sure Merl
cease: its taken him that long to figure it out?
||||||||| "11:36 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Merlyn: Thenk yew
cease: there are no end to such, jon
Merlyn: No, it's taken me that long to fix the bugs
Jonathan: Don't tell me you let the mice get Catherwood's script.
||||||||| Catherwood tells Jonathan you let the mice get 's script.
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 11:36 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: Yer back in NYC, good.
Merlyn: And the login name test, with me...
||||||||| "11:37 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 11:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Merlyn is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:38 PM.
Bambi: hey folks see ya next time ... moving my blog..main page is the only thing available on my current blog (http://bambismusings.blogspot.com) ... will let you know the new address by next week...tired of blogspot's on again, off again thing
Jonathan: Thrown out the window like I Ching.
Dexter Fong: Merl: Loooove the map with chatters in red
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (11:38 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
Merlyn: Your dots change from red to orange to yellow the longer you are on (without logging out)
Dexter Fong: Catherwood wave to Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and queries "Did you need me?"
Dexter Fong: Moron
||||||||| "11:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bambi, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
cease: is that a bad thing, merl?
Merlyn: He only understands a few simple syntax setups
Dexter Fong: Merl: Is this related to Natural Security Colors?
Merlyn: could be
Dexter Fong: Not at liberty to say, eh?
Merlyn: I can't think of anything useful to do if you click on a location, though...
Merlyn: right now I fade the other dots
Jonathan: Hey, this might be interesting to you comedy buffs, I found a site where you can hear old Dr. Demento shows from as far back as the 70's to today.
Merlyn: I use it to see where hits are coming from, e.g. http://www.firesigntheatre.com/stats/maps/front_10_May_2005.html
Dexter Fong: You could have a battalion of Orcs appear battling Paladins and Necromancers
Merlyn: Dr. Demento was a guest at a local science fiction convention here, we interviewed him.
Merlyn: I found out my cousin died from that interview; bizarre
Jonathan: What's he like in person?
Dexter Fong: Merl: OK, *that* got my attention
Merlyn: I mean, that's where I heard it. My cousin didn't die BECAUSE of the interview...
Jonathan: Sorry about your cousin
Merlyn: DEEEE-Mented! Not really...
cease: h9w did that happen?
Dexter Fong: He heard Gooey Gooey Fish Heads once too often
Merlyn: My cousin (actually, ex-cousin-in-law, married to my mom's brother's daughter) was Dave Ray of Koerner, Ray, and Glover, and Dr. Demento offhandedly mentioned "the late Dave Ray" as an early musical influence growing up in MN
cease: dead skunk in the middle of the road
Jonathan: If you wanna die from an overplayed song, try Freindly Neighborhood Narco agent!
Dexter Fong: But your new 2006 Sand Dab XZS manuevers easily around it
cease: hilareious, merl
Merlyn: I hadn't heard of Dave's death because my mom had died just before that, and she would've been the one to tell the rest of our branch of the family - so I never heard the news...
cease: isnt that everybody's dream? to die and stay alive?
Jonathan: For some reason, I'm getting sick of that song!
cease: too much death
Merlyn: really bizarre - David Romm (who did the interview) is playing in on our radio show Shockwave, and I heard this and go "Whaaaaaa?" and I look on the internet and see he died like 3 years ago!
Dexter Fong: Okay, for those of you sick of that song, heres Yucky Yucky Puppy Heads
cease: those sand dabs can mannouever out of anything. that's why philip marlow lvoed em
Merlyn: Jonathan, are you near Warwick, Rhode Island?
Dexter Fong: Phil Marlowe liked and fish that was flat, Cat
Merlyn: Just want to see if Nino is getting better...
Jonathan: no i meant i'm sick of friendly neighborhood narco agent.
Jonathan: How did you know merlyn?
Dexter Fong: There's an Oxymoron
Merlyn: Nino knows!
Merlyn: Actually, it's some code that asks geobytes.com where your IP probably is from.
Dexter Fong: So does Dr. Zombie
Merlyn: Click the Nino link on the typing bar
Jonathan: Wow cool
cease: is that you, flat foot, or are you just deflated to see me?
Dexter Fong: Gimme another Olivetti on the rocks bartyper
Merlyn: It was all screwed up earlier tonight, he thought everyone was from the same place as the first person to arrive.
cease: Etta von Etta, HItler's secret tary
Dexter Fong: Zats und long vey to tip a tary
cease: its the wrong way, i know
Jonathan: But seriously, What's the Dr. like off-radio ?
Dexter Fong: He's got a really high squeky voice
Dexter Fong: and he stutters
Merlyn: I didn't get too much of a chance to talk with him, just a regular record collector
Merlyn: I gave him a couple of 78s that I thought he'd appreciate for his collection of 78s
Jonathan: Well, everybody knows he's a squeaker!
Dexter Fong: Jim shoe we used to call him
Merlyn: one was Cliff Edwards as "Ukulele Ik", later famous as the voice of Jiminy Cricket
cease: you look like someone who would do that
Jonathan: (squeaks) Wind (normal voice) up your radio!
Merlyn: The other 78 was a comedy album, "Cohen calls the gas company" and another telephone monologue on the other side, I forget. Same Cohen guy.
cease: if i were drawing a comic book, it would feature a panel of merlyn handing a coupoe of 78s to doc demento.
Dexter Fong: Live from Soldier Field in the Windy city
cease: with maybe doc tec off to the side, shooting with his new camera.
Merlyn: "paddin' Madalyn Home" was one Uke Ike song
Dexter Fong: One of the first B&D songs to make it big
Merlyn: Here's a page on Cliff Edwards; depressing ending... http://www.redhotjazz.com/cliffedwards.html
Jonathan: So, I've listened to his shows up to late 1975 and I noticed quite a few absences fform Jungle Judy. Did she leave the show around that time?
Dexter Fong: Jona: Not that familiar with the show...heard it for awhil than it either went away or I did
Jonathan: No. It's still on.
||||||||| 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 Jim Morrison disembarks at 11:57 PM.
Dexter Fong: IF it is in NYC, don't know where
Dexter Fong: Whoa! Yhe Lizard King doth but approach
cease: hi ya liz, whutya miz?
Dexter Fong: The Listless Lizard King does but furtively lurk
cease: alass, alizz
Jim Morrison: I just drooped dead, I mean dropped by to mention that all the crazy quotes attributed to me were really my managers Sir George Martin and Brian Epstein whio didn't drop by, I mean dead either. See here, who thinks I'm square http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7150528/ Light my fire! I woke up this morning and grabbed my self a beer. Catherwood bring me a Bear Whiz.
||||||||| Catherwood brings Jim Morrison a bear whiz.
cease: try to set the night on fire, eh?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood turn up the son for out guest
||||||||| Catherwood turns up the son for out guest.
||||||||| Jim Morrison dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Jim Morrison?! It's 12:00 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| 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..
Dexter Fong: Who's our next mystery guest Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
cease: i guess he never got outta jim high school
Jonathan: Jim, Did you know the Doors plan to reform without you? lol.
Dexter Fong: Shoe enough
cease: tehse stools be gettin Mighty High
cease: for Industry
Dexter Fong: My drinks be gettin' valley low
cease: never a good sign
Dexter Fong: I think i shall hie me to a place of refreshment....See all next week....tell all week after
Merlyn: bye dex
cease: nite, dex. keep em dexing in your villlage of excellence
||||||||| 12:04 AM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: i will email you about more firestuff for podland soon, merl
cease: see you hear again i hope, jon
Jonathan: What?
cease: doctor, uh
cease: off i fly
cease: o. f.
||||||||| 12:06 AM -- cease left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Merlyn: Bye, I'll try to fix that bug for next week...
||||||||| "12:08 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Jonathan: Wow. I'm the only one here
Jonathan: um...
Jonathan: dtrgjtrogjtrogjoirtgijtr
Jonathan: Ok. that's enough
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jonathan - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'porgie', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:37 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
porgie: Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to porgie and says "How may I help you?"
porgie: GEt me a drink catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets porgie a Bear-Whiz.
||||||||| Outside, the 12:39 AM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: PooooorGIE!
porgie: I was just talking with catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to porgie and queries "Something I can help with?"
Merlyn: Glad you could come by, it gives me a chance to test a bugfix. Nino was all confused earlier.
porgie: How is the future Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to porgie and mumbles "Did you need me?"
Merlyn: Could you log out and back in again? It should pre-fill in your login name...
porgie: Wats the bug?
||||||||| porgie departs at 12:40 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: The name-guessing code thought everyone came from the same place
||||||||| porgie enters at 12:41 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: By the way, for your protection, this conversation is being recorded.
porgie: Didn't we?
Merlyn: OK, looks good. I assume your login had "porgie" for your default name?
porgie: I can't hear anything?
porgie: Yeah I decided on that one
porgie: porgie tirebiter
Merlyn: I mean when you logged out and in, did it have "porgie" already filled in for your chat name?
porgie: Yes
Merlyn: Good, I think it's all fixed. Sorry, I only came back to check that.. bye again.
porgie: many show up tonight
Merlyn: yeah, actually, quite a few. Just broke up before you came.
porgie: I just came by to play with catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to porgie and queries "Did you want something?"
Merlyn: Anywho, I have to go, it's late here (and there)
porgie: I like that feature
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 12:44 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
porgie: roll a few bombers catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to porgie and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?"
||||||||| It's 1:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| porgie - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 4:19 AM and Jim Morrison bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Jim Morrison: You think you live in a COOL WORLD? You think your world is funny? See what your world has done to me! Don't dance if you don't make MONEY! click this http://modernhumorist.com/mh/0107/simulatron/simulatron.htmlm
Jim Morrison: Break me or free me, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood frees Jim Morrison.
||||||||| Jim Morrison says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Jim Morrison exits at 4:27 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Jim Morrison in through the front door at 4:28 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Jim Morrison: My mistake, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Jim Morrison and says "Someone mention my name?"
||||||||| 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."
Jim Morrison: http://modernhumorist.com/mh/0107/simulatron/simulatron.html


The Evening's Participants:

ah,clem
Arthur Dent
Bambi
Bubba's Brain
Bunnyboy
cease
Dave
Dexter Fong
doctecaziod
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
Firebroiled
Jim Morrison
Jonathan
klokwk-vivor-XVII
llanwydd again
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mr. Motion
Mudhead
porgie
pPoop
saywhatahuh
TeaBagForMudHead
WeaD
whymy
Woody One
URL References:
http://bambismusings.blogspot.com
http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
http://modernhumorist.com/mh/0107/simulatron/simulatron.html
http://modernhumorist.com/mh/0107/simulatron/simulatron.htmlm
http://www.cniradio.com
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/stats/maps/front_10_May_2005.html
http://www.gnn.tv/headlines/2780/Critical_flaws_found_in_Firefox
http://www.issuesandalibis.com/
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7150528/
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/05/12/fashion/thursdaystyles/12cats.html?8hpib
http://www.redhotjazz.com/cliffedwards.html



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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"