A Firesign Chat


||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for May 17, 2007 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Firebroiled inside, makes a note of the time (8:13 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Firebroiled: Back from the shadows again!
Out where an In-jun’s your friend!
Where the veg’tables are green,
And you can pee into the stream!
Yes, we’re back from the Shadows again!<

||||||||| Firebroiled says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Firebroiled exits at 8:14 AM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "1:30 PM and late as usual, it's BuddhistWriter, just back from Hellmouth."
BuddhistWriter: Pizza to go... and NO anchovies:
BuddhistWriter: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/execution.pizza/index.html
BuddhistWriter: I think all nine U.S. Supreme Court Justices should get pizzas, too.
BuddhistWriter: They just burned...the kid.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter has arrived at the appointed hour of 1:48 PM.
BuddhistWriter: I'm not talking about hate. I'm talking about eight. Dinner at eight (my time). Until then No BuddhistWriter.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter rushes off, saying "1:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers kavi in through the front door at 3:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 3:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kavi - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 5:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bambi whispers that it's ah,clem's birthday today! pass it on LOL!
||||||||| 5:44 PM -- Bambi left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dope boy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:03 PM, then departs.
dope boy: is there any sexy girls on
||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dope boy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'chromium.switch', just granted probation at 8:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| chromium.switch says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, chromium.switch exits at 8:51 PM.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and Mudhead bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: Where is everybody?
||||||||| 8:57 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| 8:58 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!"
Mudhead: Whelll
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 17, 2007 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM uptown bus from New York pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: how's it going
Mudhead: looks like its just you an me bub
Merlyn: Here we is
Mudhead: hi llan an Merlyn
Merlyn: your bub?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
llanwydd: I just had a roast beef sub delivered to sector R
Mudhead: hai bunny
Merlyn: it's like a cockney accent - "Looks like it just you an' me bub"
Bunnyboy: Hai!
Mudhead: still no cheese
llanwydd: oy!
Bunnyboy: "Now let's not get nosy, bub!"
Mudhead: They dont bring cheese up into the hills
Merlyn: No, let's get bub with extra anchovies
Mudhead: somethin about a bad incident
Merlyn: but let's not get nosy bub
Bunnyboy: What was the name of that old duffer on ALLEN'S ALLEY who said "Howdy, bub!"
Merlyn: including the one where he isn't so droopy
Mudhead: you'll need to excuse me tonight, Ive go the vapors
Mudhead: got*
llanwydd: I've been without transportation today. I'm having a very big job done on my car
Bunnyboy: Oh, that's what that smell was.
Bunnyboy: is*
llanwydd: it won't be done till tomorrow.
Merlyn: Titus Moody
Bunnyboy: Yes, Moody. Thanks, Merl.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cease inside, makes a note of the time (9:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: hai cat
cease: i know something about carlessness
cease: or will next week anyway
cease: hi bun
cease: mud, llan, merl
Merlyn: I am also a car down
Bunnyboy: My OTR interests actually predated my Firesign ones, which helped (helps) immensely.
llanwydd: howdy cat!
cease: Fumiyo's taking ours to Toronto next week
Mudhead: I'll be the designated drinker
Bunnyboy: lo cat!
cease: did yo finish your course?
cease: i'm always the designated drinker
Bunnyboy: Our car will be paid off in a couple of months. Then it will probably crap out.
cease: i assume we're sitll without firesign radio accompaniment
llanwydd: I'm having my private reserve tonight. plain old grape wine but it's actually pretty good
Bunnyboy: Actually, the Jetta's in pretty good shape.
Mudhead: arent you the assumptious one
cease: does that mean i'll have a virgin birth?
Bunnyboy: cat: Yes, last session was Tuesday. I get to walk the graduation walk, towards the end of June.
Bunnyboy: brb. Bunnette's home.
Mudhead: but not an immaculate one, so bring towels
llanwydd: but a presumptuous assumption
Merlyn: Bambi was on earlier and said it's ah clem's birthday today
Merlyn: mine tomorrow, I'll be 50
Mudhead: wo0t
cease: happy birthdya, clem
Mudhead: Aarp bait
cease: we dont have that in canada
Mudhead: move
Mudhead: lol
cease: instead, we have healthcare
Mudhead: whelp, wish ah,Clem happy bday
Merlyn: that seems to have stopped the conversation...
Mudhead: and a pre Happy Bday Merlyn
||||||||| Outside, the 9:15 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Tor Hershman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, All.
cease: tor
Merlyn: tx mud
Tor Hershman: Hoppy Earth Day, Merl.
Tor Hershman: Hey, is it just moi's PC orrrrrrrr is the CNI link gone?
Merlyn: no CNI link at the moment, don't think clem is playing something
cease: mr cni is ailing
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Merl.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bubba's Brain inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Cea.
Bubba's Brain: Hey all!
cease: bub
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Bub,
Merlyn: hey bb
Bubba's Brain: Been working on Clinton's Sunday crossword in the Times.
Tor Hershman: Well, here's something funny http://m1.freeshare.us/view/?144fs700862.jpg
Bubba's Brain: Thanks for the last day mention, Merl. Got a bunch of orders out of it.
cease: a 7-letter word for oral sex?
Bubba's Brain: Monica?
Bubba's Brain: Its on a baby boomer theme.
Tor Hershman: Oh, moi viewed the DVD of.....ahhhh, was it entitled "Crossword?" The doc with John Stewart.
Bubba's Brain: Word Play
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TweenyYes,TweenyNo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Tor Hershman: Hot Jane? Is that it, Cea?
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Bub.
Bubba's Brain: Actually watching Wordplay is was got us started on a bit of a crossword jag.
Merlyn: sure thing BB, though I forgot to order myself, was thinking of the star wars set
llanwydd: Hey Tween!
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Tween.
Tor Hershman: It was a good show.
llanwydd: anybody heard a band called gong?
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hey all. BTW - it be ah, clem's birthday. He's 51 today :-)
Bubba's Brain: They were all sold out. Only had the adaptions of some of the books.
llanwydd: They are really great. you ought to check them out
Tor Hershman: Hoppy Earth Day to Clem.
llanwydd: oh is it earth day again already?
Tor Hershman: Nope, I just call 'birthdays' Earth Days.
Merlyn: ah well then bb
Bubba's Brain sings to himself, "A Very Merry Un-Earth Day to you, to you..."
Tor Hershman: "Gong," no, Ll.
Tor Hershman: We're all bozos at this tea party.
Bubba's Brain: Do they put on quite a "show", ll?
llanwydd: check out an album called "You" by Gong.
llanwydd: very hippie. spacey. but its from the 70s
Mudhead: What kinda music llan?
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Wasn't Steve Hillage in Gong?
Tor Hershman: Moi 'tis gonna cyber-run now. Stay on Groovin' Safari, All.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's BuddhistWriter, just back from Illinois."
llanwydd: yeah, hillage was in gong
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Well, just in time. We need a Buddhist Writer just about now...
llanwydd: they started getting into fusion after "You".
Bubba's Brain: What is the sound of one key typing?
Merlyn: no canadian writers!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: I've got a solo album of his. He's got a great cover of the Beatles' "All Too Much"
llanwydd: they've got these characters called pothead pixies on three of their album covers
cease: should i leave?
llanwydd: very hippie humour
Merlyn: just don't write while you're in canada
cease: maybe i can chat telepathically
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: I kept wishing today that during Mr. Blair's visit to the WH that he suggest Bush follow his lead ;-)
BuddhistWriter: missed the 9pm gong cos it's only 8:30 here
Bunnyboy: *GONGGGGGG*
Bunnyboy: back
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Nino can take dictation...
BuddhistWriter: burning garlic scented incense (a.k.a. dinner)
Bunnyboy: That's the 6:30 PDT gong.
BuddhistWriter: ah, someone on the left coast
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Well, at least you'll keep the vampires away BW
cease: still writing bhuddism into existence?
Mudhead: .
llanwydd: well, I've got my pontiac sunfire in the garage and the work is going to cost me in excess of $500.
cease: tween, i got the long emergency. read first couple of chapters
llanwydd: fortunately the mechanic is letting me split it into three monthly payments
||||||||| ah,clem tiptoes in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Pretty amazing stuff, isn't it cease?
BuddhistWriter: since i missed the start of this session, I may have to send you something from the department of redundancy department
llanwydd: Hey, ah clem!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Happy Birthday Mr. Clem :-)
Bunnyboy: hiya a..c!
Bubba's Brain: hey clem!
cease: having newish subaru repaired just cost me $1700. i remember when that could buy a new car
ah,clem: hi all, no cni tonight, but wanted to pop by and say hi
||||||||| 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 falls out at 9:32 PM.
cease: hi clem. happy birthday. much health to you
Merlyn: It's my birthday tomorrow clem
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Lo dere Dexter...
cease: hi dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Dear Firends
ah,clem: Bambi on her way home now, and want to spend some time with her for my birthday
Bubba's Brain: I didn't know you were newish...
Bunnyboy: (sings) Happy happy joy joy!
llanwydd: Howdy Dex!
cease: i'm also reading Paris 1919 which klok was always telling me to read
ah,clem: happy happy Merl
cease: too bad he's no longer around to discuss it with
Bunnyboy: hiya Dex
llanwydd: so you're a down to earth earthsign like myself, merlyn
Dexter Fong is pleased that his appearance has elated Bunny thusly
llanwydd: a very happy birthday to ya
Merlyn: hey, we could form the earthsign theatre!
BuddhistWriter: Pizza to go... and NO anchovies:
BuddhistWriter: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/execution.pizza/index.html
BuddhistWriter: I think all nine U.S. Supreme Court Justices should get pizzas, too.
BuddhistWriter: They just burned...the kid.
llanwydd: sure!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Indeed, cease. He would have loved Long Emergency
Bunnyboy: Oh, uh, yeah, Dex. And ahclem and Merlyn's birthdays.
||||||||| "9:34 PM? 9:34 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the couch.
cease: you're all bozos in this mud puddle
Bunnyboy: Today and tomorrow.
Principalpoop: all-oh
llanwydd: Hi Princ!
Bubba's Brain: Fellow Tauri here?
cease: poop
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem, Bubba, Buddhy, Bunny, Cat, llan, Merl, poop, tweeny and Mudhead
Merlyn: Waiting for the Spelunker, or Someone Like Him
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hey, P...
Bunnyboy: lo Poop
Merlyn: me BB
Mudhead: hai
BuddhistWriter: my mother was a taurus.
Principalpoop: kkkkkk the bees got him M
Dexter Fong: Wha' happen to CNI?
Bubba's Brain: Which day, Merl?
cease: your mother was a car?
BuddhistWriter: i traded her in for a Jaguar.
Merlyn: sorry, the bees are dying mysteriously, PP
ah,clem: well, off to watch some tv and wait for Bambi, see you all next time, and thanks for the kind wishes
llanwydd: my father's a taurus
Merlyn: see ya clem
llanwydd: I'm a virgo
Bubba's Brain: nite clem
Mudhead: many more ah.clem
cease: by clem
Principalpoop: yes they are, not good
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 9:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: nite ahclem!
Dexter Fong: ...and wha's up with Clem?
Principalpoop: glad you are better ah, clem
llanwydd: I was born in the year of the ox, by the way.
Merlyn: that old TV show, My Father, the Ford Taurus?
Bunnyboy: It's a CNI birthday...Can Not Interrupt!
Principalpoop: he is watching tv
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: That's a lotta pizza pie there in Nashville... cool thing to do
Dexter Fong: Ali, Ali, oxen free
||||||||| 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 boney gets out at 9:36 PM.
Bunnyboy: I gotta tend to some bizness. May bbl.
Bunnyboy waves
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hello Boney
Principalpoop: oxen boney pie
Bunnyboy: Hiya boney
Mudhead: bai
llanwydd: Hi Boney!
Dexter Fong: Later Bunny
boney waves right back at ya.
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 9:37 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: hehe bunnyboy hehe, nice tending
||||||||| Dave & Katie bounds in at 9:37 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Ditto Bunny...
llanwydd: no ladies present tonight. that's unusual.
Dexter Fong: Dave, you bounder
boney: bun
||||||||| TweenyYes,TweenyNo rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's TweenyYes,TweenyNo?! It's 9:38 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dave & Katie: hi all, Kend says hi as well, just talked to him this afternoon
Principalpoop: hi katie and whats his name
Mudhead: Who you callin a lady?!
Merlyn: hey dave
llanwydd: Hi Dave and Katie!
Dave & Katie: sorry, Katie was doing the bounding
Principalpoop: banana nose
Merlyn: people are coming in & out like anything
cease: hey dave
boney attempts to surgically separate Dave from Katie
Dave & Katie katie runs around to all wanting pets and wagg wagg wagging!
Dexter Fong: Like cheeky monkeys, I'd say
Principalpoop: hi kend
cease: boney
Principalpoop: brrrr your nose is cold, katie, careful there
Bubba's Brain: in and out and in and out.... and its playin all night... and the musics all right....
llanwydd: kend? he's not here, is he?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
boney: cease
Dexter Fong: ...and who is/was Buddhist Writer, anyway?
llanwydd: It will be cool if Phil shows up again tonight.
Principalpoop: beyond my ken, llan, and so are the days in our general hospital
boney wants cease to continue.
BuddhistWriter: no one in particular
Merlyn: Oh, and here's something weird, I just got another req for a possible job interview from google, different people this time
llanwydd: so are the days of our lives
Dexter Fong: General's Hospital..no enlisted men allowed
Dave & Katie: no but he sends his trucking regards
cease: maybe b. writer is austin in disguise
Principalpoop: do you have a dog named desist cease?
cease: fires havnet burned you out, bone?
Dave & Katie whispsers to katie, katie, go and put your nose on people! grin
BuddhistWriter: suffering from or surfing on random waves of invisibility
cease: i have a dog named Icy and cats named Jazz and Blues
Dave & Katie: ah it's good to be baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach
cease: where are you these days, dave?
Principalpoop: ahhh, icy
Merlyn: I don't think so cat, Nino says BW is around Chicago
BuddhistWriter: that would be a neat trick, but only if I get to keep the multi-colored afro wig
Dexter Fong: I see
Principalpoop: roll over beethoven
boney: The only fire that burns me out is in the lieutenant's eyes
Principalpoop: and in bradshaws
cease: no wildfies near you?
cease: at the grocery store today, i was advised to stock up on bottled water
Dexter Fong: Wildflies?
llanwydd: that reminds me of that robert palmer song, wasn't it, "I didn't mean to burn you out". (?)
cease: that aint gonna be easy without car
Principalpoop: that is my wig, BW
cease: coming draught season
Dave & Katie: I'm stilat the University of Denver but am actually going to transfer up to the university of Colorado at Boulder, where I hope it will be more liberal and have a bigger population and more things to do and a better program and o hyeah, it'll be cheaper
Principalpoop: she went calling, wildfire or something like that
Dave & Katie: damn, Katie just let one, anyone got a fan?
Bubba's Brain: brb
boney: Wildfires moved to New Jersey.
Principalpoop: aha, pay backs are a bitch dave
Dexter Fong: Boney: What exit?
Merlyn: I think katie's the bitch
Mudhead: daves not here
boney: Who would move from Southern California to New Jersey?
Mudhead: man
Merlyn: Jimmy Hoffa
Principalpoop: who's on frist, opps first
Merlyn: Took 3 trips though
boney: The Wildfires, Hugh and Pammy
cease: tony soprano?
llanwydd: I've never watched the sopranos
Dexter Fong: "Boy" Alto
boney: Hugh and Pammy Wildfire used to be my next door neighbors. They moved to New Jersey
Principalpoop: boney baritone
llanwydd: altoids for boys?
llanwydd: junior altoids
boney: add a noids
Principalpoop: i can beat that llan, I have never seen American Idol
Dexter Fong: St. Joseph
llanwydd: I admire that, princ
Dave & Katie: the pup just found a bone,
Principalpoop: ouch dave
Merlyn: I have never seen America Idle
Dave & Katie: I don't have a tv
Merlyn: but Eric, I have
Principalpoop: no fair dave
Dave & Katie: not my bone
llanwydd: LOL Merl!
boney returns the pup to Dave
llanwydd: Idle is not american
Dave & Katie: just got 10 gigs of Bob & Ray, would rather listen to that than tv
Merlyn: Bob & Ray did a lot of gigs
||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving H Stones coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: Wally Baloo & tyler too
Principalpoop: old mother hubbard went to the cubbord to get her poor dog a bone
cease: i still have my corwin plays to look forward to
cease: stones
Dexter Fong: Aightch! What has happened to your first name
H Stones: Greetings one and all
llanwydd: I first heard bob and ray on WOR in New York City. WOR moved to new jersey eventually
Principalpoop: when she bent over, rover jumped on her, and gave her a bone of his own
Dave & Katie: they did 40 years of gigs
cease: just finished watching the dvds of The Boomndocks. amazingly good
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
Principalpoop: hi stones
cease: the show was on tv here briefly but not all the episodes
Mudhead: ty pp
H Stones: What have i missed so far ?
boney: BRB...
Mudhead: me, i hope
Merlyn: First, the earth cooled
||||||||| At 9:50 PM, boney hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: anytime mud
Dave & Katie: mmmmm, wor had Shep on there, yay! if only I was born back then, but then again, I'd be in some freak institution or some freak blind school, uck
llanwydd: nearly an hour stones
Merlyn: but now it's warming up
BuddhistWriter: i used about 1/3 of the taj mahal sculpted from poly unsaturated ghee for my dinner
llanwydd: you mean jean shepherd? yeah, I remember him well
Dave & Katie: and then the sponges came
H Stones: i will call Honey brb
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give H STONES A RECAP
||||||||| Catherwood gets h stones a recap.
Merlyn: you in the ghee club BW?
Dave & Katie: yes that Shep, have a lot of his stuff but want more
cease: isnt it all on his website, dave?
Dave & Katie: "turn your radio up, just a bit louder, ..."
Principalpoop: those sand dollar things have been around a long time
Dave & Katie: yeah there's a lot there
BuddhistWriter: no, but i used to sing with the norman chubbyknuckles choir
llanwydd: I was one of the first to hear that story about schwarz and flick and those guys
Bubba's Brain: ghee whiz
Dexter Fong: BW: Then you were Tony Soprano
Dave & Katie: the labrador is enjoying the dentabone I gave her, good for her breath
Principalpoop: cheese whiz, wb bb
Dexter Fong: llan: I first heard Shep when he was on KYW out of Philadelphia in the late 50's
Bubba's Brain: you can whiz whay you like, I'll whiza what Iike.
Dave & Katie: it's ok, I've got a great life and am glad I am who I yam, hey technology is a great thing, if it weren't the way it is I wouldn't be here typing to you guys
BuddhistWriter: on your wind-up radio?
Principalpoop: the wizard of ghee
||||||||| Outside, the 9:54 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Honey Sanchez coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: the whiz of zardoz
Principalpoop: ahh honey
cease: hi honey
Honey Sanchez: hello poop
Honey Sanchez: hi cat
Dexter Fong: Honey
Bubba's Brain: The Wozard of Iz
Principalpoop: they had small portable radios back in the 50s
H Stones: back
Dave & Katie: I want an old radio console some day
Honey Sanchez: stones, you found me my hero!!
H Stones: lol
Dexter Fong: poop: They also had big mother living room models
Principalpoop: who did he find honey?
BuddhistWriter: maybe you'll get it as a consolation prize
Honey Sanchez: himself of course
llanwydd: dfghjkl
Honey Sanchez: and me, incidentally
Honey Sanchez: hello llan
Principalpoop: ahhh that EST works
Merlyn: they had aluminum radio hats in the 50s: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.mp3
H Stones: thats the wrong way round Honey
llanwydd: Hey HS!
cease: my first radio was in the shape of a sputnik
Honey Sanchez: hi
cease: you tuned it by pulling on one of the antennae
H Stones: Hi llan
Dexter Fong: My first radio was a crystal set
cease: good ol IGY
Honey Sanchez: mine too dex, i could alligator clip it to my bed
Merlyn: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.jpg
Dexter Fong: I used a crockagator, that's why I was mean
Principalpoop: afk
llanwydd: You're playing, arent you stones?
BuddhistWriter: gnight
H Stones: no llan, i am serious
Dexter Fong: Night BW
Dave & Katie: what does a crystal set look like? heard about them, hever have gotten to see (touch of course) one
H Stones: byee BW
llanwydd: stones what's my next step to be?
Honey Sanchez: nite writer
cease: night, buddist
Honey Sanchez: maybe next time we could say hello :)
H Stones: Nite Writer, i used to watch that series
cease: a horny pipe
Dexter Fong: Dave: Very low technology
Honey Sanchez: with the car named kit
||||||||| BuddhistWriter departs at 9:59 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
H Stones: was it Kit Car or Car Kit ??
H Stones: anyway it was a better actor than the driver ever will be
H Stones: wasnt he once in Baywatch
Honey Sanchez nods in agreement
H Stones: calm down Poop
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood leads BuddhistWriter into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:01 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: .
H Stones: wb BW
Honey Sanchez: what's the point, mudhead
Dexter Fong: A command performance by BW
Honey Sanchez: wb buddhist
Mudhead: the point of ?
H Stones: Claps with one hand
Honey Sanchez: .
Honey Sanchez: the point of know return
Mudhead: Watch that Stones, hes got the clap
Dexter Fong: ,
Mudhead: again
||||||||| Boney enters at 10:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Dexter Fong slips into a comma
Honey Sanchez: hi boney
BuddhistWriter: is this thing on?
H Stones: its a small consolation Poop , i was trying for the Plague again
Honey Sanchez: ooooh i should slip into something more comfortable also, dex
cease: Dave Chapeau and his hat full of money
Dexter Fong: On what?
Boney offers Honey Sanchez an enigmatic smile.
H Stones: dont drink it Honey
Dave & Katie: hte plague is in denver
Dave & Katie: glad Katie doesn't have fleas
Honey Sanchez: i shall stick to a stiff one
H Stones: i bet Katie is too
cease: touch a black cross volunteer and it'll go away
Honey Sanchez: catherwood please bring me a stiff one and make it snappy
||||||||| Catherwood brings it snappy.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give Honey a stiff one
||||||||| Catherwood gets honey a stiff one.
Boney quietly notes that BuddhistWriter's thing is on.
llanwydd: jhgf
H Stones: heres the Crocodile you asked for Honey
Dexter Fong: mnbv
BuddhistWriter: oh, thanks, I wasn't sure.
H Stones: unhand that thing
Dexter Fong removes the hands from that thing
cease: did everyone catch the crocodile police dog on the simpsons last week?
Honey Sanchez: hey BW?? do you listen to WLUW?? they have a good dub program called Echo Beach on later
llanwydd: believe it or not I have never watched the simpletons either
H Stones: cant think of a snappy answer to that
BuddhistWriter: so, how many of you would be willing to send a supreme court justice a pizza from the dead guy?
cease: best thing on tv, for what that's worth
Dexter Fong: with no anchovies?
Honey Sanchez: would they deliver?
Mudhead: not into the hills
H Stones: not in sector R or Z
cease: they never come up into the hills
Dexter Fong: or the higher courts
BuddhistWriter: the never come up into the hills
cease: you all know ossman's idea for a dwarf movie?
H Stones: now how the hell do i get out of Pennsylvania ?
cease: instead of the Hollywood sign, a sign that says Sector R
H Stones: i bought a ticket for Transylvania
Dexter Fong: Cat: You mean the Billy Barty Story?
Honey Sanchez: hum a few bars, cat
BuddhistWriter: on the Antelope Fwy.
llanwydd: that reminds me I got on a wrong plane once and ended up in pittsburgh
Dexter Fong: Catherwoods behind the bars
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
cease: he mentioned it when i talked to him aftter the seattle show 2 years ago
cease: i seriously doubt it'll ever get made though
llanwydd: they flew me back to newark for free
cease: they cant even afford to bring out albums
Mudhead: ah, its my time folkz
H Stones: surely not Mudhead
Dexter Fong: Your time is our time
cease: yu have your own time?
BuddhistWriter: If you lived here, you'd be home by now.
llanwydd: this time until next time
Mudhead: g'nite dear friends
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Night Muddie
llanwydd: nite muddy!
cease: watching the play The Andersen Project a few weeks ago made we wonder what a firesign show would look like if they had unlimited resources to do it
cease: mud
Dave & Katie: sorry not saying much, just listening to shep
llanwydd: I'm about to retire as well. I might even resign.
cease: i mut listen to more shep, dave
Boney: ABC-TV describes the sitcom Cavemen--based on Geico commercials- as a "unique buddy comedy that offers a clever twist on stereotypes and turns race relations on their head."
cease: really liked the stuff i listened to on his website
llanwydd: well, not altogether. see you next week.
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: youre leaving the world bank, llan?
H Stones: it would probably look like Bladerunner i think
Honey Sanchez: next week it is, llanwydd have a good one till next thursday
cease: you think so, stones?
Honey Sanchez: bladerunner on rollerskates, stones
H Stones: i do at this moment in time yes, but it could just as easily become The Sound of Music
Boney: llanwydd is resigned to his fate. He's downright retiring.
H Stones: what is your fate llan ?
cease: thats ok, as long as you're coltrane, stones
H Stones: i would prefer to be Miles
cease: i thik the challenge for the fireguys would be to do something visually as amazing as their audio work
Dave & Katie: me too
cease: i dont know if that can be done
cease: miles never did tunes from sound of music though
cease: that i know of
H Stones: i envisage them just being themselves and saying extraordinary things
Honey Sanchez: industrial light and magic could assist them visually, cat
cease: thats called Radio, stones
Honey Sanchez: lol
H Stones: if Miles had done, Cease, i might have gone to see the movie
cease: yes ossman is afriend of lucas, i think
Boney: Elayne found out that the average Second Life avatar consumes more electricity than the average Brazilian.
cease: i know he borrowed some eqiuipment from him for a project or more
Boney: He wants that equipment back, cease
H Stones: If you saw Wallis and Gromit, i think they could do it
Honey Sanchez: boney, those second life avatars scare me
Dexter Fong: No second life for Jerry Falwell
Boney: When I was a kid, I was content watching Roller Derby on TV, Honey.
H Stones: http://www.shaunthesheep.com/
cease: but youore right, state of the art, whether industrial or others, would possilbe stiumlate the firelads to do something visulaly remarkable
Dexter Fong: Boney: I was ecstatic
H Stones: they could do Firesign i think
Boney: I didn't need a Second Life. I had Dick Lane
cease: the guy who wrote the andersne project is a good writer but not as good as his tech
BuddhistWriter: oh, well, heading out to Mere Noche's for a nod out on the town, where bad food and bad people come together. Tonight's special: dog food and downers.
Boney: Whoa Nellie
H Stones: nice downers Grommit
||||||||| BuddhistWriter departs at 10:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: BW: Dine by the light of a flickering video recorder
cease: try to keep em down, buddhist
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H Stones: Poop is fading away
Boney sees that Bubba's Brain is fading away
cease: is he running out of towner?
Dexter Fong: Ralph Towner?
||||||||| Honey Sanchez dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Honey Sanchez?! It's 10:21 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
H Stones: i must get that video player fixed Fong
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Honey Sanchez', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Ah, Nancy..you're back
Honey Sanchez: "follows catherwood into the aviary, and hears the sound of bleating sheep
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Honey Sanchez and mumbles "Would you like something?"
Dexter Fong: No tan lines I see
Boney: http://www.comicmix.com/news/2007/05/17/second-life-much-like-the-first/
cease: it ook a wihle to figure out the aussie on recent firesign album was saying "Tony" instread of towny
H Stones: i see you have mastered Swahili cease
Dexter Fong: Miriam Swahili
Dexter Fong: [click]
H Stones: your thinking of Miriam Makeba i suspect Fong
cease: swahili? iu thought it ws ebonics
H Stones: come to think of it, i always suspect Fong
Dexter Fong: Stones: I may be thinking of her, but I', not talking about her [snap, crackle, pop]
Honey Sanchez: swahili brown had that huge afro and wore kinky boots and beat up crooked whitey, i think
H Stones: you just need to tighten up your pronounciation a bit cease
cease: yassa, massa
Honey Sanchez: and enunciate too
Dexter Fong: what dat troop?
H Stones: uassir boss
H Stones: look i am picking it up now
H Stones: (puts it down hurridly)
Dexter Fong: [kow][tow]
Honey Sanchez: put it down this instant you never know where it has been, stones!
cease: feets, get moobin
H Stones: Fong had it last
H Stones: amazing feets, cease
Dexter Fong: amazing Little feats
cease: dex, have you the boondocks tv series?
Honey Sanchez: feats dont fail me now
Dexter Fong: Cat: No
cease: i would say the boondocks show is to tv what fhe firesign is to the comedy record
Dave & Katie: ok all, just found a book I want to read, I'm out, night and until next time,
Honey Sanchez: i remember the song down in the boondocks does that count?
Dexter Fong: Flat, black, vinyl, spins at 33 &1/3rd?
||||||||| Dave & Katie says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave & Katie exits at 10:30 PM.
H Stones: i used to play under the boardwalk, does that count ?
Dexter Fong: Night K&D
cease: by dave and dog
H Stones: i used to catch a lot of crabs there
cease: a lot of loose women?
Dexter Fong: Classic cure for crabs: Whiskey and sand...pour whiskey on infested area, then sand...they get drunk and stone themsleves to death
H Stones: well, a lot of loose crabs at least
Boney: http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=7-0892814772-1 Would this work as a sitcom?
cease: anyone here want to contact VD?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:34 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Honey Sanchez: lol dex
Honey Sanchez: hello elayne
Dexter Fong: Elayne!!
Elayne: Evenin' all. Can't stay, just wanted to check in and say hi.
cease: hi el
H Stones: i will write that down thanks Fong
Dexter Fong: Hi
cease: hows it going, el?
Dexter Fong: Stay high
H Stones: Hi Elayne hope all is well
Boney: Elayne, I told 'em about your Second Life item at ComicMix.
Elayne: Oh, cool Boney. We weren't even sure we were going to put that up, it was from last December, but it was a slow news day.
Honey Sanchez: http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=9njv325fn2 and i thought police liked donuts not pot brownies check out that vid hahaha
cease: i heard about that on radio news
Honey Sanchez: funniest news i heard all day
Elayne: We had a whole internal discussion about "footprints" and how much damage to the environment we were or weren't doing with our plans to put out online comics.
cease: sounds like simpsons episode
Honey Sanchez: hello 911 i think i am dead send rescue
H Stones: lighter prints than off line comics Elayne for sure
cease: fersure, eh
Honey Sanchez: there are even second life scientologists!
H Stones: beware of the C Org, Honey
Dexter Fong: Honey: Either Letterman or Craig Ferguson played the 911 audio of that thing
Elayne: Dunno, Stones, you have to take into account the cost of electricity, discarded electronic equipment, etc. etc.
cease: from l.ron to mother hubbard
H Stones: well LCD screens use very little and most PC and Mac hardware can be recylced and re used
Dexter Fong: and back my firend
H Stones: trust me a am an expert
cease: your bvack is your friend?
H Stones: in swahili
cease: better than the reverse
Boney stares at Terence Mckenna web video as if in a trance
Elayne: Can be, Stones. Aren't, though...
Honey Sanchez: or obverse, even
cease: F for Fake a good debunking of Experts
H Stones: trees take forty years to mature for paper then theeirs the processing and the ink and the disposal, carbon and chlorine footprints are very large
cease: isnt he dead, boney?
Boney becomes slackjawed
H Stones: of course you could use Hemp paper which would be much better
Boney: It's his voice on the web video, cease.
Honey Sanchez: i watched a terrence mckenna video today boney what synchronicity!
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
Boney: Yes, you provided the link, Honey
cease: i thught he may have beat death and come back, bone
Honey Sanchez: oh hehe
Elayne: Hmm, comics on hemp paper. I should suggest that to Mike. (Who, by the way, is a big Firesign fan from way back, as is Martha. ComicMix has a pretty good Firesign contingent.)
Boney: There wasn't anything in it about police or pot brownies, Honey. Maybe the wrong link?
cease: good to hear, el
cease: they need al lthe fans they can get
H Stones: hemp paper gives four times the pulp per acre and twice a year as opposed to once in forty years, a good deal i think
Boney: big bambu
cease: Hemp for Victory
cease: Shemp for Stoogery
H Stones: thats what your president said during WW2 cease
Honey Sanchez: you can find a lot of hemp info here http://zunibluesky.stumbleupon.com/
cease: we dont have a president, stones. thankfully
H Stones: oh right, sorry forgot they replaced him with a monkey or was it a lizard
Honey Sanchez: a lizard in a monkey suit i believe
H Stones: passes Honey a crate of bananas
Honey Sanchez: cat, we never had a president stones
H Stones: now you can bribe him
Dexter Fong: Cat: lol re STOOGERY
H Stones: Stones for President
cease: everybody must get stones
H Stones: i like the sound of that, first thing i will do if elected is pull out of Vietnam and Bomb Downing Street
H Stones: ok call me a radical
Dexter Fong: I got round stones so i could roll em in that hemp paper
cease: are you free?
H Stones: no, i is expensive
Honey Sanchez: i subscribe to the hemp paper
Dexter Fong: No, I'se 'spensive
H Stones: excellent pronounciation Dexter
Dexter Fong: Lost your accent eh Stones?
Dexter Fong: Or was that a dialect?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps a meaty patois
Dexter Fong: A Bell Jargon?
H Stones: nice bon mot Dex
Elayne: Oop, time for the blood pressure...
Dexter Fong: And your mot is damnedly fine too, Stones
cease: not motley crude
H Stones: dont go there Dexter, you know that Poop will get too excited
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Going up?
Boney: Maybe a sitcom about a Taliban who is mistaken for Richard Stallman.
Elayne: I hope not, Dex.
Honey Sanchez: poop is passed out
Dexter Fong: Stones: El Poopo has gone to the land of the gray
cease: old age?
Dexter Fong: Florida I mean
H Stones: you mean hes been abducted by aliens yet again
Dexter Fong: Century Village
Dexter Fong: Stones: It's time for his annual probing
H Stones: Vive El Poopo
Boney: He ends up getting a job as a system administrator. He's a quiet guy. Nobody notices that he's an Afghanistani
Dexter Fong: or did I mean anal probing
Elayne: Okay, 120/75, that's okay.
Dexter Fong: Boney: Everybody carries an AK47
Elayne: Time for bed. Bye.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night E
cease: night el
H Stones: good night Elayne
cease: keep on pressuring
cease: sounds like leadbelly song, stones
Dexter Fong: Elayne...Ilene...Irene....it's arr Engrish tloop
Honey Sanchez: yar!
H Stones: Ryland P Cooder did a version of Good night Irene
cease: ryland?
H Stones: but banned from radio because it had the original line in it ""i Get you in my Dreams!"
cease: is that next to scotchland?
Dexter Fong: Ryeland...had the worlds largest outdoor saltwater poop
Boney: http://www.inrich.com/cva/ric/entertainment_living.PrintView.-content-articles-RTD-2007-05-16-0102.html
Principalpoop: back
Dexter Fong: pool
Dexter Fong: oops
Principalpoop: saltwater me?
H Stones: WB Poopster
cease: everyone high on rye
Principalpoop: thank you
Honey Sanchez: welcome back pp
cease: poop
Merlyn: Boney, I bet the frozen cave-man lawyer sues them for stealing the idea
Honey Sanchez: i'm doin the latest craze st, vitus' dance, cease
Dexter Fong notices poop shows not a trace of gray
H Stones: who knows what he Thaw , Merlyn
Boney: That was a good movie.
H Stones: sorry about the prounounced lisp
cease: get some lispstick
Dexter Fong: Honey: I thopught "The Hon" was the latest craze
Principalpoop: no, that is pronounced lithp
Honey Sanchez: oh i think you mean "the Hun"
Principalpoop: what was a good movie
H Stones: i walk with a pronounced limp, LIMP prouncounced Limp
Dexter Fong: In french that's Le Lithp
cease: its from the middle ages
H Stones: but typed better
Merlyn: El Imp?
Dexter Fong: better than what
Honey Sanchez: ezra
Principalpoop: l'imp
cease: saw pretty good old french flick yesterday. A Nous La Liberte
Dexter Fong: Ezra pounded the keys
Merlyn: George W. Imp
cease: sort of a french Modern Times
H Stones: not nay more since i got the bulk Viagra Poop
Boney: Encino Man. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104187/ Pauly Shore is tolerable in this flick
Merlyn: bulk Viagra poop?
Principalpoop: hehe honey hehe
H Stones: yes i can see it now on the side of the truck
Dexter Fong: Viagra poop if you contine to evacuate for more than 4 hours, you're losing a lot of weight
Principalpoop: ahh zany antics happen
Honey Sanchez: consult a physician immediately!
Boney: Merlyn, is Encino Man the movie that you're thinking of...?
Dexter Fong: I'm not a physician but I am a Phsysist
cease: here's a quarter
Dexter Fong: .and here's your change
H Stones: make sure you get your change ceasse
Dexter Fong: Stop looking over my shoulder Stones
Principalpoop: ch'ange
cease: not much of a cough
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Look over my bonny mot
H Stones: must i ?
H Stones: i thought being president would be more glamorous
Principalpoop: must ee?
Dexter Fong flourishes his rusty wembley
H Stones: you should polish it every day like i do Fong, then it wouldnt be rusty
Boney taps Merlyn gently on the forehead to see if he is awake and conscious
Boney: hit me with your rhythm stick
Principalpoop: what year is it M?
Dexter Fong: STONES: Rusty is the official color of the Volunteers Gun Club
Honey Sanchez: careful! you might put out his 3rd eye, boney
H Stones: Decides to read, Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, finishes it quickly and decides never to read trash again
Boney waits 'til his father gets home
Principalpoop: spiders and snakes in there
Dexter Fong: High son? I'm home early
cease: all i care to know about scientology i gleened from a southpark episode
H Stones: Hey its real tough being an Operating Thetan
Merlyn: hello? what?
Boney: catherwood bring Merlyn's father home
||||||||| Catherwood hands merlyn's father home.
Honey Sanchez: i wish i could say the same, cease
cease: even if id did cost the show Chef
H Stones: yes, Cease, Southpark are the definitive experts
Principalpoop: it is just a dream M, just a dream
Merlyn: no PP, I was talking about Phil Hartman as "unfrozen caveman lawyer" on sat nite live
Boney: catherwood take your father home
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Boney and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: on bizarre religions, probably true stones
Dexter Fong: Catherwood get riled up
||||||||| Catherwood hands riled up.
Boney raps Catherwood smartly on the back of his head with a drumstick
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Boney
cease: the church of dawkins recently was quite funny too
Principalpoop: no PP? that is a shame
H Stones: its what you get when you mix pseudo science, pyramidology, double glazing and marketing
Dexter Fong: Boney: Use your kick drum on him
Boney: Catherwood give Merlyn a bucket of drumsticks
||||||||| Catherwood gets merlyn a bucket of drumsticks.
Merlyn eats a bucket of drumsticks
cease: beat that rythym on a drum
cease: or hit the jew with the bag of sugar
Dexter Fong: I'll take door number three Cat
Principalpoop: yah de dah deedee yah de dah deedah
cease: it's ....Jim Morrison
Boney: The bucket is made of hemp
Dexter Fong swoons at poops scat singing
Honey Sanchez: eat the bucket too good fibre
H Stones: well it should last longer then cease
Principalpoop: but it's good shit
H Stones: i mean Boney sorry
cease: in tonight's episode of Rock Zombies
Boney: Catherwood get Merlyn a chair to sit on when that hemp kicks in
||||||||| Catherwood brings merlyn a chair to sit on when that hemp kicks in.
Principalpoop: I me mine
Merlyn sits on the chait
Merlyn chair
H Stones: i see you have command of several inter galactic languages PP
Boney: Sits on the cat?
Honey Sanchez: pp has an interossiter
Principalpoop: eh?
H Stones: dya know where i can get parts for mine Honey, its broken
Dexter Fong: Boney: Some days you sit on the cat...some days the cat sits on you
Boney: Catherwood get Wolfowitz a shit sandwich
||||||||| Catherwood gets wolfowitz a shit sandwich.
H Stones: is that like the fly and the windshild, Dexter ?
Honey Sanchez: venificus.com try there, stones
Principalpoop: give one to gonzales too please catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood brings one to gonzales too.
Dexter Fong: Stones: I don't think so
H Stones: i nver go there, they have L Ron in the back room Honey
Dexter Fong: And they have Wal Tor on the air 26/5
Honey Sanchez: it;s ok he is permanently hooked up to an E meter
H Stones: sorry Dexter, my Karma must have run over your dogma
Boney: Catherwood bring Wolfowitz and Gonzales chairs to sit on when that shit kicks in
||||||||| Catherwood brings wolfowitz and gonzales chairs to sit on when that shit kicks in.
Principalpoop: you laugh at scientology, but in 100 years, they will be respectable, like the mormons
H Stones: ROFL poop
Honey Sanchez: hahaha pp
Dexter Fong: Stones: Smegma has very high traffic incident rate
H Stones: yes i heard its just a jerk water town
H Stones: You know too much Poop
Boney: Catherwood bring Wolfowitz and Gonzales donuts
||||||||| Catherwood gives wolfowitz and gonzales donuts.
Principalpoop: huh?
Dexter Fong: Jerk watertown? wasn't he still in prison for the big Smallville robbery?
Honey Sanchez: someone will be round to see you soon, poop
H Stones: you wont be laughing when the C Org comes round to Audit you
Principalpoop: i still remember your laugh when I told you I was reading the tower report stones
H Stones: lol
Merlyn: hey folks, see you next week
Dexter Fong: I not afraid of an audit, I know sign language
Principalpoop: night m
Honey Sanchez: ok merlyn have a good one
H Stones: night Merlyn and thanks again
Boney: nite
cease: happy bday, merl
Principalpoop: spontaneous enjoyment
Principalpoop: thanks again M
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks for the gracious hospability factor Merlyn
Merlyn: nite
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:14 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: oops, sorry your older M
H Stones: i better go get some Kleenex PP
Boney: How many candles on his burfday cake?
Honey Sanchez: i thought he had a touch of grey and he was nodding a bit too
Dexter Fong: Can you say thru Quam?
Dexter Fong: true
H Stones: so his parents mated with aliens did they Honey
Dexter Fong: It's 20 db hot
Principalpoop: i gotta go, so I will go, have a super week, ciaooo
Honey Sanchez: bye pp
||||||||| At 11:16 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Boney: The nodding may have been because the hemp bucket that he ate
Honey Sanchez: smooch on ya
cease: ok poop
Dexter Fong: Night M. Poop
H Stones: ok PP have a good week and see you same time next show
Boney: because of
Dexter Fong: "U"
Dexter Fong: there's a thong in my heart
H Stones: yes Boney he should eat the contents and not the bucket
Boney: I needed the drumsticks.
Boney: for the pep rally
cease: borrow ringos. he's not using them
H Stones: he nver used them particularly well cease
Boney: we don't need your stinking ringos
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H Stones: anyone know how Clem is doing ?
Dexter Fong: doing what?
H Stones: well recovering i hope
Honey Sanchez: recuperating from lyme disease.......
Boney: wrong tick
Honey Sanchez: indeed
cease: did him or bambi say anytying about if he was getting better? i dont recall
H Stones: no me neither, thats why i asked
Honey Sanchez: well, i do hope he is on the mend
Dexter Fong: I thought it ...umm...odd? that CNI was not on
Dexter Fong: Not for firesign but just the feed
Dexter Fong: afk
H Stones: yes listening to Twitcast with Leo now
H Stones: i think i will send an email to clem and bambi
Boney: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112196/fullcredits#cast
Dexter Fong: I'se brack
cease: obama?
H Stones: wb
Dexter Fong: No, Al Abama
cease: witha banjo on your knee?
Dexter Fong: With Big Bamboo on my knickers
Boney: hemp knickers
Boney: Catherwood get Dexter Fong a donut
||||||||| Catherwood hands dexter fong a donut.
H Stones: who set light to Dexters knickers ?
Dexter Fong: Hemp K. Nickers? Wasn't he still in jail for the # finger Mickey Pickpocket scam?
Dexter Fong: 3
Boney: Nick Knick
Dexter Fong appreciates the knickardly appreciation
Dexter Fong: aka
Boney: Madison Square Knickerbocker
H Stones: well its time for me to make going noises again
Dexter Fong: B. Ottoman Drawers
H Stones: but hope to see you guys again next week
Dexter Fong: Oh splinded Holmes...vroom vroooom
cease: keep em stoning
Honey Sanchez: mee too i was out in the garage looking at my roomates new bike she spent her rent money on
Dexter Fong: There is no hope Stones, only see
Boney: a real square little feller
Honey Sanchez: so see youse goofballs next thursday :)
H Stones: take care and have a great week folks
Honey Sanchez: adios
H Stones: bye for now
Dexter Fong: Golfballs Honey GULF BALLS
||||||||| Honey Sanchez leaves to catch the 11:35 PM train to Elmertown.
Dexter Fong: Night you two kids
Boney: Nite
||||||||| At 11:35 PM, Boney vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
cease: honey
cease: boney
Dexter Fong: It's an early morning for me tomorrow so I'm leabin' too
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
cease: i think Fumiyo's meal is prepared. off we go
||||||||| cease rushes off, saying "11:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| At 11:37 PM, H Stones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bob D Caterino inside, makes a note of the time (1:25 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bob D Caterino: Oh my, it seems that my time machine is on the blink once again. oh well, let me see if I have three more dimes and jump into next thursday. oh good, three thin dimes.
Bob D Caterino: Oh man, no one to hit me over the head with this bottle. I can do this myself. OUCH!!!
||||||||| Bob D Caterino departs at 1:27 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Bob D Caterino
Bubba's Brain
Dave & Katie
Dexter Fong
dope boy
H Stones
Honey Sanchez
Tor Hershman
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

cat_pp.jpg (5168 bytes)
PP and Cat(cease)

newbunny.jpg (4426 bytes)

capeken.jpg (7639 bytes)
kend^/Dr. Headphones

ossman+me.gif (6000 bytes)
Merlyn and Tirebiter

capedoc.jpg (6006 bytes)

newlili.jpg (6085 bytes)

freq.jpg (4441 bytes)

roto.jpg (6046 bytes)

babs_so.jpg (5555 bytes)
LeatherG & SO

nino1.jpg (5352 bytes)

tonk1.jpg (6123 bytes)

ahclem+Bambi.jpg (9500 bytes)
Ah, Clem and Bambi

old-man.gif (55478 bytes)
Compañero Señor Yämamoto

ashhar.jpg (9068 bytes)
Dexter Fong

newelayne.jpg (15.1 kbytes)

Bubba's Brain.jpg (6600 bytes)
Bubba's Brain

Bightrethighrehighre.jpg (6600 bytes)

boney.jpg (20600 bytes)

llan.jpg (13200 bytes)

tweeny.jpg (12588 bytes)

3rdmate.jpg (23157 bytes)

bobd.jpg (15000 bytes)
Bob D Caterino

Dave_Katie110-8-06.jpg (50000 bytes)
Dave & Katie

capeklok.jpg (5469 bytes)
404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten

peggy.jpg (5240 bytes)
Peggy Blisswhips

audrey.jpg (4873 bytes)
Audrey Farber

tdt.jpg (6077 bytes)
Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"