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 November 01, 2007 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firebroiled enters at 8:31 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Firebroiled: (Betty Jo Bialowsky!
I hadn’t heard that name since college.
Everyone knew her as “Nancy.”
Then it all came rushing back to me like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist!
It was Pig Nite at the Ohm Mane Padme Sigma House . . .)

||||||||| Firebroiled is kicked out just as the clock strikes 8:32 AM.
||||||||| ah,clem enters at 8:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, Dear Friends,'
||||||||| "Hey ah,clem!" ... ah,clem turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:52 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies wake in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Headphones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Headphones enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Mudhead: hi wake
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
Mudhead: hiya KenD
Dr. Headphones: i can be here only a few minutes before i sashay up the steps to the bed chamber
Mudhead: well, we've missed ya
wake: Greetings all
Dr. Headphones: i have been home, but i'm up before the chickens at 5am and i needs my beauty sleep
Mudhead: uh, I dont think its working
Dr. Headphones: i always heard that people need less sleep as they age, but i have yet to reach that point
Dr. Headphones: yeah, so kind of you to point that out ;)
wake: What's CNI Radio?
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ah,clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ah,clem enters and sits on the divan.
Dr. Headphones: just thnk how damned ugly id' be if i stayed up later every night
Mudhead: a few minutes wif FST
ah,clem: hi all
Dr. Headphones: CNI is a webcast service where ah, clem plays FST gems from the past, present, and future
Mudhead: I try not to think of such things KenD
Dr. Headphones: hey, jimmylee!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 01, 2007 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
ah,clem: sure Mud will fill ya in, I have to do the introduction
wake: Hmmm... can't find the server.
Dr. Headphones: click the little red notice above and it will magically transport you to CNI
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, worked foist time for moi
Mudhead: or punch this in'
wake: phone dang it BRB
Dr. Headphones: sounds like JL is playing the guitar
Dr. Headphones: but that
Dr. Headphones: but that's not him singing, i don't think
Dr. Headphones: well, at least nino has me close to home tonight
||||||||| 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 cease disembarks at 9:03 PM.
Mudhead: wheres that btw?
Mudhead: hi cat
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, i lost it there and had to re-cheese-log in
cease: hi mud, clem, wake. the kend person
Mudhead: where are you from Doc?
Dr. Headphones: i have no idea where coopersville is. or was it cooperstown?
Dr. Headphones: i live in sturgis, michigan
Mudhead: ahh
Dr. Headphones: hey, cat! meow!
cease: preston? you live in austin's fave director, kend
cease: i jsut saw his harold lloyd flick, the sin of harold diddlebock the other day
Dr. Headphones: he he he, cat said "diddle"
cease: where is austin when we need him?
ah,clem: hi Cat
Mudhead: Im on time
cease: it was his raving about sturgis that got me to get a zip.ca account so i could rent some of preston's dvds
cease: as opposed to On Place?
Dr. Headphones: was it sturgis michigan or sturgis south dakota?
cease: 3 cheers for authenticity, clem
ah,clem :)
cease: my copy did, clem
Dr. Headphones: i don't know about the CD, but i have the LP with the diorama :)
ah,clem: ok
Mudhead: i never got that cd
cease: of course i bought the album, not the cd
ah,clem: yes, the question was about the cd
cease: i have a great interview with ossman and his then wife on a great old sf radio show in la called Hour 25 which had just played this disc when it came out
Dr. Headphones: dr. memory? or was it dr. mammary? i forgot....
||||||||| "9:09 PM? 9:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "MarkTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as MarkTween enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:09 PM uptown bus from Rochester pulls away, leaving Yukaipa Heap coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dr. Headphones: ah, mark tween, one of my fav authors!
cease: hi tween
Dr. Headphones: and mr. or mrs. heap, glad to C ya
cease: you would remember if it were mamaries, kend
Yukaipa Heap: mr, and ty
MarkTween: You liked my "Life On The Riosippi?"
Dr. Headphones: well, yukaipa, you can't tell the players without a scorecard, and i haven't scored in ages ;)
cease: heap
MarkTween: Hey everybody, Yukaipa
cease: maybe you should change those minister clothes for the grooms clothes, kend
Yukaipa Heap: Not yu, only I can kaipa...
Dr. Headphones: mark, (if i can be so bold and call you mark) i liked "a rhode island rebel in king midas
Dr. Headphones: court"
Yukaipa Heap: And if I may be marked and call you a bowl, I much prefered that one you did based on that Rush song...
wake: memories
Dr. Headphones: ah, you must mean tim seeya
MarkTween: And let's not forget "Diane Sawyer", DrH
Dr. Headphones: ah, diane of the perky mammaries ;)
MarkTween: "Red Barcolounger", Yukaipa?
Mudhead: thats why I like to cruise the frozen food aisle
Yukaipa Heap: I wish I was dying from perky mammaries...
Dr. Headphones: hell, i ain't seen any for so long i've damned near forgot what they look like ;)
wake: darn customers... always wanting to buy stuff. You know, if it wasn't for them, this wouldn't be such a bad job.
cease: youre chatting between sales, wake?
Dr. Headphones: customers make the cash register go round
Yukaipa Heap: No, we installed a special dolly for that....
Dr. Headphones: hello, dolly
cease: does she say Hello?
Dr. Headphones: GMTA
wake: -------> busted
Dr. Headphones: (great minds think alike)
Mudhead: like what?
Dr. Headphones: like, groovy, man, just peachy keen
cease: i wonder if ossman still wishes he had some company and some good dope
Yukaipa Heap: Last time I had company over, they were dopes....
Dr. Headphones: good dope? kinda like mammaries...a fading memory
wake: How do you greet a piece of lace??? "Hello, doiley".
MarkTween: You're never too old for that, cease ;-)
MarkTween: groan, wake
cease: its a ref from this album, kend
Dr. Headphones: bring two of tonights concepts together, i'll say "tit for tat"
Mudhead: oh, is it true "use it or lose it?"
Dr. Headphones: cat, it's been a while since i've heard this one
Mudhead: where do you get tat?
Dr. Headphones: you get tat over dere
wake: thanks MT. Groaners are all I have left.
cease: this is my fave single album by the lads
cease: though they're all good
Mudhead: absotively
||||||||| At 9:18 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, MarkTween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dr. Headphones: this may be the only "single" album i have of theirs. of the duets, channel 85 is my pick
wake: posolutely
Yukaipa Heap: So what is tat, and where do I go to trady it for the other?
Yukaipa Heap: or trade it, whichever
cease: all of austins solo things are excellent
Dr. Headphones: i just heard bob white on there
ah,clem: yes 85 is very good as well
Mudhead: If you have to ask what it is, how will you ever be able to find it?
Dr. Headphones: both 85 and this one do a lot of predicting about the future (which is already in progress)
cease: i remember buying that album in toronto and carrying it on a bus back to vancouver
Dr. Headphones: that's quite the bus ride, isn't it?
ah,clem: yes, Ken, they do
cease: all of their albums are full of predictions
cease: although they may not have been thinking of it at the time
Dr. Headphones: it's amazing how many things they nail
ah,clem: quiet night so far...
Mudhead: I guess the comet won't suprise them then
cease: the firesign jesus
Dr. Headphones: quiet here except for the FST. i'm up past my bedtime this week
||||||||| Catherwood ushers MarkTween into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:21 PM, then departs.
ah,clem: Bambi on the trek home, should be here at about 10:10
Dr. Headphones: hey, tween, loved that indiana thing you sent :)
Dr. Headphones: well, tell ms. bambi i said "hello, deer" when she arrives
ah,clem: will do
MarkTween: Yeah, the BC Sheriff's log is a hoot
cease: nothing but indianans?
Dr. Headphones: brown county is kinda a hick place. been through there MANY times
wake: For instance: I predicted two years ago that TV and radio ads would soon have subliminal cell phone tones in them. And now they do.
ah,clem: making her pork chops as we speak, er chat
MarkTween: Who became a white man, who became a black man, who became a red man...
Dr. Headphones: ah, i had dead pig for dinner also
cease: brown people have thier own county? how enlightened
MarkTween: Artist's colony turned to tourist trap
cease: i dont think i've ever had brisket but i have some in the oven as i type
ah,clem: us plus!
MarkTween: Yes, cease, separate but equal in Indiana
Dr. Headphones: if you go to texas, brisket is about all you can find BBQed
cease: abraham lincoln would be pleased
wake: oops BRB
Dr. Headphones: he didn't die in vain, you know....
MarkTween: lol
cease: i didnt know he was a junky?
Dr. Headphones: some say he was a depressed homosexual deviant
Dr. Headphones: "all rights removed"
MarkTween: DrH - if you rode Route 46 just outside of Nashville then you've passed the Country Music hall where I used to work (Little Nashville Opry)
Dr. Headphones: i'd know it if i saw it, but without looking at a map, don't remember
cease: an opry for midgets?
MarkTween: Courtesy of the Bush Administration, DrH
Dr. Headphones: don't get me started on bush....
MarkTween: No one over 5' tall allowed
Dr. Headphones: i thank grid for the roosevelt amendment limiting him to 2 terms
MarkTween: As Molly Ivins would say, we've been "Bushwhacked"
Dr. Headphones: well, dear friends, i must bid you adieu and go beddy-bye. say "hi" or "high" to all those after me tonight, please
MarkTween: But now it appears as if we're getting involved in family dynasties. What do you think about Hillary getting elected?
Mudhead: good seein ya Ken
cease: sleep well kend
||||||||| 9:29 PM: Bubba's Brain jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Mudhead: stay well
MarkTween: Rest well, DrH
cease: hi bub
Dr. Headphones: hey, brain. sorry to say i'm leaving
MarkTween: Hey Bubba
Bubba's Brain: hey all
||||||||| "9:29 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Headphones, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
cease: what keeps you busy in the absence of Lodestone, bub?
Bubba's Brain: sending out resumes
cease: is there much of a market for your skills?
Bubba's Brain: apparently not...
MarkTween: The latest Fiore animation is a hoot (as they usually are) - http://www.markfiore.com/
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fpng', just granted probation at 9:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
MarkTween: You've got some pretty good digital audio skills, don't you Bubba?
cease: maybe you can move to hollywood and become a writer now that they're on strike
cease: hi dex
Bubba's Brain: are they?
MarkTween: Bring in the Dexter that goes "ping"
Dexter Fpng: Hi Cat
Dexter Fpng: And a sincere and truthful howdy to all of you
MarkTween: No fake greetings here...
Dexter Fpng: Hi wake and good to see you again
Dexter Fpng: Hi wake and good to see you again
Dexter Fpng is feeling refreshed
||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fpng: Hey llan
llanwydd: good morning, good afternoon or good evening
Yukaipa Heap: I wouldnt know any of those...I'm on metric time
Mudhead: hi llan
Mudhead: hey Dex
Dexter Fpng: Hiya Mud
MarkTween: Evenin' LL
Dexter Fpng: Has everyone gone to the moon....or to the bathroom
llanwydd: I've gone to the myoon
Mudhead: Here!
Dexter Fpng: llan: I'm sure you have
MarkTween: Bye the light, of the Slivery...
Dexter Fpng: Blimp!!??
Mudhead: Im big, but you dun hafta call me...
llanwydd: at least I don't hurl great dirty machines at it
Mudhead: just for some rocks
Dexter Fpng: Your green are you llan?
cease: i just had some brisket.
cease: a bit too meaty for my tastes
cease: hi llan
Yukaipa Heap: I went to the batroom on the moon...the lower gravity makes it, well..you know...
Bubba's Brain: brb
llanwydd: brisket in a basket?
Dexter Fpng: ok
Yukaipa Heap: A green and yellow casket!
MarkTween: Wolfman Jack
cease: les amis de fromage, my fave take out gourmet food store, has just started featuring meat dishes so i'm trying them
llanwydd: I could live on cottage cheese
Dexter Fpng: and Vampire Johnny
cease: think i'll go back to vegies and crab
llanwydd: and I probably should
cease: i could live in a cottage, with cheese
Yukaipa Heap: I live with a wife who has thighs that look...well, you know...
Dexter Fpng: A cottage for two, made from fromage bleu
Dexter Fpng: A little house on stiltons
MarkTween: Your local cheese shop has Red Lester and a bazouki player?
Yukaipa Heap: Paris stiltons?
Dexter Fpng: located on Gorganzola Lane
cease: and probably john cleese too
llanwydd: a guy in england supposedly lived to 153 on little but green cheese and buttermilk
cease: was that Old Par?
Dexter Fpng: Sub ar
llanwydd: old parr, that's it
Dexter Fpng: par
Dexter Fpng: parr
Yukaipa Heap: Jack Parr
MarkTween: Pepper Jack Par?
Mudhead: Fore!
llanwydd: thomas parr
Dexter Fpng: You don't know Jack Parr and believe me, I didn't know him either
llanwydd: possibly related to one of henry III's wives
MarkTween: You're no Jack Parr
cease: there was a story about him in one of the text books i used to teach
Dexter Fpng: I shot Jack Parr on the back, Nine
cease: old, not jack
Dexter Fpng: Henry or Jack Cat
cease: i really liked the par show when i was a kid
llanwydd: I don't remember jack parr
cease: oscar levant, etc
MarkTween: I vaguely remember him but I was really young
Yukaipa Heap: When I was a kid, we were too poor to afford eyes, so I didnt watch mutch TV...
cease: he was on during the kennedy administration
MarkTween: lol YH
Yukaipa Heap: or much tv
Mudhead: We had dirt, and we were happy to have it
Yukaipa Heap: or Dutch TV for that matter
llanwydd: I was born during the kennedy administration
llanwydd: so I don't remember where I was when...
Yukaipa Heap: I was born after, but its not an airtight alibi...
cease: i was in shop class in 8th grade, making an ash tray in the shape of wishing well
MarkTween: So it was _you_ on the Grassy Knoll!
Yukaipa Heap: Wishing you were old enough to smoke?
cease: and i was much happier to be in assembly hearing about jfk's demise than i was welding metal
llanwydd: funny my mother remembers where she was but not where I was
Yukaipa Heap: No I was on the gassy troll...you feed those little guys some cabbage, and look out!!
MarkTween: Attending St. Swithan's Scool for the Prematurely Advanced, no doubt
cease: speaking of things to smoke, i also remember where i was when aldous huxley died
llanwydd: that would make sense, cat
cease: i think he would have appreciated the wishing well
llanwydd: but I think aldous' death went largely unnoticed
Yukaipa Heap: especially by Aldous, who still works at a local grocery store
MarkTween: I was in 4th grade when the principal came over the anncounce system saying "The President has been shot". 1/2 hr later, "The President is dead".
Dexter Fpng: Kept it short and sweet didn't he
llanwydd: I'm certain he was killed instantly
MarkTween: Didn't think much about it at the time, but like Cat found the interruption in the daily grind a relief.
Mudhead: I was home ill that day, I called my dad and mom
llanwydd: but they didn't want to say that because he didn't have last rites
Dexter Fpng: No conspiracy theroes for himn
MarkTween: Certainly brain-dead, even if his heart was beating.
Dexter Fpng: theorys
Dexter Fpng: theories
Yukaipa Heap: I still think it was Prof. Plum..in the Aviary...with a tree
Mudhead: on that th, Im goi to move over
Mudhead: g'nite all
MarkTween: It was Roller Maidens from Outer Space. I'm sure of it
cease: by mud
MarkTween: Rest well, Mud
Yukaipa Heap: goi? you certainly look jewish...
llanwydd: no it was howard hunt on the grassy knoll with a rifle
Dexter Fpng: I think it was Johnny Fresno
cease: keep on wrestling
llanwydd: nite muddy
||||||||| At 9:55 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fpng: Night Mudhead
MarkTween: Wouldn't surprise me a bit, LL
llanwydd: I think oswald fired the first shot but was completely surprised when somebody else finished the job
cease: speaking of raising the level of my home, i'm told i need Pot Feet
MarkTween: Well, they've proven over and over that Oswald could haven't gotten off three shots in that amount of time with a bolt-action rifle
Yukaipa Heap: I had pot feet, my toes kept getting the munchies
Dexter Fpng: Cat: Well you part way there, you are a pot head aren't you
cease: i have half a barrel as a planter for basil on my deck and its now kinda winter so i was told to buy Pot Feet for it
cease: a real product, but one i just assumed was invented by the Firesign Theatre
cease: lol dex
MarkTween: Those would be 'happy feet' indeed
Dexter Fpng: It's Kend^
llanwydd: yes tween but the zapruder film proves that the fatal shot didn't come from behind
MarkTween: Or happy plants, perhaps
MarkTween: That too, LL
cease: the basil has breathed its last. just dirt now
MarkTween: You grow your own herbs? Cool
llanwydd: good to see pig the bounty hunter is on his last legs
MarkTween: So _that's_ what all the grow-lamps are for
cease: only the legal ones, tween
llanwydd: that's what I've always called him. his wife is the dog
cease: when i first visted the proctors, they lovingly showed me their herb garden
MarkTween: silly TV series
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
MarkTween: And three weeks later, when you emerged...
Yukaipa Heap: Time for sleep...nite all!
Dexter Fpng: I see Catherwood has not been confused by the delay in rolling back DST
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fpng and says "oh, fuck off Dexter Fpng!"
MarkTween: Bye YH
cease: they were terraced against steeply inclining hill. i was impressed
ah,clem: oooh, basil, knew I forgot something...
Dexter Fpng: Fuck you two Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fpng and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
llanwydd: mte heep
llanwydd: I meen nite
MarkTween: OS 9 has been Dex. Kicked over early
cease: by heap
Dexter Fpng: Night HP
llanwydd: my speling is gowing heighwyre
Dexter Fpng: oops Night YH
MarkTween: Sounds like a very Asian way of planting
Dexter Fpng: Tween: Under a full moon in their panties?
cease: crawling up terrace to score some parsely sounds like something an asian firesign theatre might do
MarkTween: lol
cease: smoke it? thats for the crazy asian guys
MarkTween: I was think of the terraced rice fields you see in pictures. Didn't know about the panty ritual
Dexter Fpng: Tween: Rice Panties?
cease: you gonna be out in the fields, helpin with the harvest?
MarkTween: Sake flavored?
llanwydd: yeah, like Spud Raleigh
Dexter Fpng: Out there in the feels, I fight for my meels, I put my back into my living
MarkTween: lol
Bubba's Brain: ...
Dexter Fpng: Hi BB
Bubba's Brain: back...
Bubba's Brain: Hey Dex
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:07 PM, dragging donk by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
cease: Who's next?
Bubba's Brain: I'm gonna cut out here... nite all.
||||||||| Around 10:08 PM, Bubba's Brain walks off into the sunset...
llanwydd: hey donk!
Dexter Fpng: Don K, hoo ray!!
llanwydd: nite bb!
cease: good luck with resumes, bub
cease: hi donk
Dexter Fpng: Night Bubba
MarkTween: You may already have one! You may already _be_ there!
MarkTween: Hey Don...
donk: hey Dexter
donk: hey Cease
Dexter Fpng: Hello Clem
donk: hey Marktween
cease: hows it donkin?
llanwydd: donk, I somehow remember a guy named donkbars. was that you or am I thinking of someone else?
MarkTween: Nice medley, clem
llanwydd: and I don't remember where I knew donkbars from either
donk: not me llanwydd
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Yukaipa Heap - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: donk has lost the key.
cease: give him a G7
llanwydd: hit it jimmy
Dexter Fpng: G7? That's my offishal govmint pay rate
llanwydd: anybody tell me what I should take for a sinus headache?
llanwydd: whatever it is I probably have it here
Dexter Fpng: afk for refrill
llanwydd: and if I don't have it here we have an allnight wal-mart in town
cease: vaporized lavender might work, llan
llanwydd: aha
llanwydd: those vaporizers cost a pretty penny which is something I DON'T have unfortunately
llanwydd: I doubt wal-mart has it either
llanwydd: I'll have to remember that though
cease: you have only ugly pennies?
cease: we have all the pretty ones up here now
llanwydd: my pennies would have to sneak up on a glass of water
MarkTween: Now that I'm not using a car, I'm actually glad to have a Walmart near by. One-stop shopping. Can load up and fill a taxi trunk.
MarkTween: Sure would like them to change their business practices, though
cease: i think you could boil lavnder or something and then smell it
llanwydd: wal-mart is the only store within about 50 miles of me that has everything one needs
cease: i was watching this flick about germany and one of the characters breathes something in a bowl, withhis head covered
cease: i vaguely remember what that's called but its a cure for respiratory problmes
MarkTween: Like the scene in Crocodile Dundee where he puts the coke into boilng water and tells the guy to inhale with a cloth over his head?
llanwydd: some people smoke mullein for respiratory problems
llanwydd: I've never tried it but never had a reason to
MarkTween: I have respiratory problems. No weed ;-)
cease: i dont remember that scene tween, but i dont reemmber many things
cease: lol tween
donk: i'm thinking a couple fingers of cognac in a brandy snifter will clear those sinuses
cease: its as common as rain in vancouver
cease: that might work, donk
llanwydd: well, I'm going to take an antihistamine but I'm trying to cut down on it
donk: probably can't get that a walmart though
cease: get some use out of der shnifter
llanwydd: since it has acetaminophen and you're not supposed to take too much of that
MarkTween: Heard that too, LL
llanwydd: I don't know how I caught this cold if that's what it is
llanwydd: but I've heard that there are about 250 cold viruses and when you catch one you can't catch it again
llanwydd: that's the up side
MarkTween: Don't know why they put it that way. More like the cold catches you
MarkTween: Not like you were out hunting for it
cease: my wife thinks i'm a cold magnet
llanwydd: is anything on cni tonight?
cease: i also seem to appeal to mosqweetos and poisononous spiders
MarkTween: Yep LL
cease: bozos
cease: its like i'm hearing it for the first time
MarkTween: Mosquitoes ring the dinner bell when I'm around
llanwydd: that's one I no longer own
MarkTween: Sidney Fudd, at the moment
llanwydd: but I can probably play it in my "mind's ear"
Dexter Fpng: *Sir* Sydney
llanwydd: darling nabby
MarkTween: Internet radio's really great, LL. You should consider getting something that'll play it
cease: sounds like a cat
llanwydd: yes I should
MarkTween: Yeah, Nabby the Tabby lol
llanwydd: doctec told me once he'd send me a free computer if I could pay for the postage
llanwydd: I'm still waiting to hear
||||||||| 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 principalpoop disembarks at 10:28 PM.
MarkTween: Doc'd be the guy to get one from
principalpoop: eveneing
Dexter Fpng: Happy Landings Poop
cease: he might have been in a different line of work then, llan
MarkTween: Evenin' Mr. Principal
llanwydd: Hey Princ!
cease: hi poop
cease: he said "lucidation" and poop shows up
principalpoop: it comes in, it must go out
MarkTween: How ludicrous
llanwydd: so little did this console poor spunky...
principalpoop: lucyballique
principalpoop: don't let me stop you, rant on
Dexter Fpng: I live ina rant house
llanwydd: I hope the firesign theatre makes another album before too long
principalpoop: tap tap
cease: i wonder if those people get royalties?
llanwydd: I mean a full play on one cd
cease: so do we all, llan
cease: someone would have to dangle large sums of money in front of them to do so
MarkTween: Sorry folks, but I'm starting to yawn also (and it ain't the company or comedy)
cease: ok tween
Dexter Fpng: Night Tween
llanwydd: see you next week tween
MarkTween: Have a great week, and don't forget the Jim & Bambi show on Saturday at 7pm EST
principalpoop: tag tween, I just woke up, say hi to the sandman
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:32 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs MarkTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
principalpoop: thanks again tween, ciao bebe
Dexter Fpng: He rushed that bum right outta here
cease: keep on tweening
principalpoop: state your name
llanwydd: so where is doctec tonight?
Dexter Fpng: #6
Dexter Fpng: uh.clem
principalpoop: he was over there, he might be over there now
llanwydd: here here
wake: ah, what?
Dexter Fpng: wher where
cease: posibly asleep. or at pool
principalpoop: i am not a number, but I am reasonable
cease: finished with your customers, wake?
Dexter Fpng: Wake and shine, wake
wake: yeah that was a BIG one
llanwydd: got to have a coil spring replaced tomorrow.
llanwydd: it's going to be expensive
Dexter Fpng: The Reakky *BUG* --->one?
principalpoop: i replaced one of those once, hard to believe now
Dexter Fpng: yikes
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Hemlock Stones', just granted probation at 10:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
wake: reakky bug one?
principalpoop: there is stones
cease: count on hemlock stones to be there
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
Hemlock Stones: Greetings
Dexter Fpng: Ah Stones, my good fellow
wake: hemlock old boy
Hemlock Stones: Hello chaps
Dexter Fpng: Slip off those muckalucks, shed that disguise, and fire a few shots into the mantel
llanwydd: got mail. brb
principalpoop: how did you break your spring llan?
Dexter Fpng: Too much bouncy bouncy, poop
wake: Alimentary, my dear (gag gag cough cough BURP)
ah,clem: ...
principalpoop: could have been a pot hole hehe
llanwydd: b
Dexter Fpng: it's little clemmie
llanwydd: I don't think I actually broke it myself, princ
Dexter Fpng: well flip flop I was diggin' some bop
cease: the little dickens
llanwydd: it was apparently broken when I bought the car
principalpoop: then leave it alone
principalpoop: the ahh, clem story
cease: there's a hole in pot?
llanwydd: the guy who sold it to me assured me it would pass inspection but no such luck
llanwydd: but he said I don't have to start making payments to him until it passes
principalpoop: there is a whole in the ceiling that keeps my mind from wandering
Hemlock Stones: depends on the kind of inspection i suppose
llanwydd: where will it go
principalpoop: that is nice of him
Dexter Fpng: and will arrive intact
Hemlock Stones: have you tried fixing it poop ?
llanwydd: do you have annual motor vehicle inspections in the UK, Stones?
principalpoop: it lets the rain in too
llanwydd: they run and hide their heads
principalpoop: i forget the lyrics, i don't recall why I don't fix it
Hemlock Stones: yes llan, MOT inspections, without which you cannot get any insura
Hemlock Stones: ...ance
Dexter Fpng: in my pance
principalpoop: aunts?
llanwydd: interesting stones. not the way it works here
Hemlock Stones: too much information Dexter
Dexter Fpng: Reminds mye of Frants
Hemlock Stones: sounds like it doesnt work there either llan
llanwydd: you have to have insurance and not passing inspection doesn't affect your coverage
Dexter Fpng: But Stones you said your finely tuned mind thrives, nay, needs information, data, clues etc
Hemlock Stones: here, no MOT means no car
principalpoop: but you must have your sticker
principalpoop: or decal if you rather
Dexter Fpng: I got a toad sticker, yuk yuk
llanwydd: cars are more expensive in the UK anyway arent they?
cease: lots of pants in France
Hemlock Stones: yes my finely tuned mind needs many clues because i am clueless
llanwydd: and not everyone drives from what I hear
principalpoop: cruel fong
Hemlock Stones: i have no car llan
Dexter Fpng: Yjere's been an increase in the inseem of the pants in Frants
cease: i ihave no mouth and, uh something. he ellison
cease: i must scream, for ice
llanwydd: but public transportation is not much of a problem since very few people live out in the country
llanwydd: repent, harlequin
Hemlock Stones: i live in the hills
Dexter Fpng: Iscream, cat, you scream, llan...we'll all scream...for mercy
cease: putting the mercy back in mercenary
Dexter Fpng: Mersey
principalpoop: security first
Dexter Fpng: Down the Hudson
cease: balckwater's latest ad
Hemlock Stones: currently i must work out how to get back from Brazil, my Portuguese is not good
llanwydd: you live near a railway, stones?
cease: i think i first heard it on maddows show
llanwydd: I'm about 3 miles from a railway
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 10:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Hemlock Stones: a couple of miles from a station llan but our trains are the most expensive in Europe
principalpoop: try a spaniad, like a portuguese almost
cease: welcome, bambi
llanwydd: but it only makes two runs a day in opposite directions
Dexter Fpng: Stones: Samba these days, you get yourseof in over your Deer Stalker
principalpoop: hubba hubba bambi
Dexter Fpng: Hi Bambui
cease: fun with privitization, stones?
llanwydd: I enjoyed a train ride out of victoria to gatwick
Bambi: happy to be here! nice to be paroled LOL
wake: BAMBI --------> You're such a deer!
llanwydd: I don't remember it being very exPENCEive
principalpoop: parole? were you a bad bambi?
Hemlock Stones: privatisation of our railways was the biggest balls up of the last government, seperate companies own the rolling stock and the track, go figure
Dexter Fpng: Enter Bambi; Stag left
llanwydd: welcome bambi!
Bambi: Hello dear friends: Cat, Dex, Stones, llanwyd, princep, wake, donk, and of course my dear Clem :-)
Hemlock Stones: well llan, i live 250 miles from london and the return fair is as much as $28o dollars second class
llanwydd: I prefer laughing stock
llanwydd: I can understand that would be expensive
wake: Sounds like the railway pie is full of fingers, Stones.
llanwydd: but it's worse here
Bambi: I don't know princep ... my memory seems to be failing me .. maybe that's why they paroled me LOL
llanwydd: I live 300 miles north of New York City and Amtrack would take me one way for about $60
principalpoop: ignorance of the law is an excuse, bush says so
Dexter Fpng: llan: Try Hitch-hiking
llanwydd: or is it Amtrak? It's been so long
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:51 PM, dragging H. Stones by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
principalpoop: there are no passenger trains near me, except some special runs to remind us of the old days
H. Stones: well that was quicker than the train
llanwydd: hitchhiking is an activity I hate
Dexter Fpng: Stones, do you know this pretender
llanwydd: I'm too old for it
H. Stones: we know each other intimately
llanwydd: and it's embarrassing
principalpoop: let me check nino
wake: WOW, Stones!!! Does that include a free Ford Escort?
principalpoop: ahhh
Dexter Fpng: Professor O'Moriarity?
principalpoop: i have gone deaf
llanwydd: I have a ford escort but it's hardly free
H. Stones: i have gone native
llanwydd: I have to sink more than $200 into it tomorrow
principalpoop: the voice of ahhh, clem
principalpoop: start again ahh, clem
ah,clem: thanks for everything, good night all
principalpoop: night already? have a super week
llanwydd: nite clem!
wake: BYE BYE ah
wake: clem
principalpoop: toad awaaaaay
H. Stones: hey wheres clem going, i only just got back
principalpoop: by order of PD
cease: nite clem
wake: He's going to beet the reaper. He was caught red handed.
llanwydd: well, I'm going to run some hot water over my sinus cavities
llanwydd: that seems to be the best remedy I have found so far
principalpoop: sudafed works for me
H. Stones: well we all need a hobby llan
wake: I have a sesame seed caught between my teeth... VERY annoying.
ah,clem: have a great night Mr. Stones
principalpoop: feel better llan, good luck with the car
llanwydd: yeah if it doesn't work I'll go out to wal-mart and pick up some sudafed
cease: indeed, llan
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 10:56 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: nite, everybody!
principalpoop: get the real phedrine, not the psdeuophedrine
Bambi: I was lost in the waiting room or waiting in the lost room LOL
H. Stones: Hi Bambi, i only just spotted you
principalpoop: pull up my chair and have a seat
cease: roomed in the waiting loss?
Bambi: someone else not feeling all that well tonight?
Bambi: Hey Stones :-)
principalpoop: it is going around, the damn thing
H. Stones: is clem OK Bambi ?
Bambi: a lass in a room waiting?
H. Stones: theres a nasty case of the shuffles going round over here Poop
Bambi: yes, more or less Stones .. thank Grid!
principalpoop: all over the world stones, the times they are a changing
Bambi: I am suffering from allergies (I hope that's all it is)
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fpng - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. Stones: yes, we seem to have VRE and C Diff out of controll
cease: we do too, bambi
principalpoop: fpng pneumonia
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
principalpoop: stones and his fiddle
Bambi: there are things that were going on when we were all too young to have any say in them (not that it would have mattered)
Bambi: 2,000+ of them as a matter of fact ... 331 of them ours. *SIGH*
principalpoop: that many flavors now? do they still have pink champagne?
Bambi: Amazing what we can be held responsible for when we had no say in it
principalpoop: and the ones who are responsible cannot be held
H. Stones: what did you not do, Bambi ?
Bambi: Google Earth shows all the locations too
principalpoop: don't answer that bambi, ask for a lawyer and phone call
Bambi: I would not have done any splitting of things that make bad stuff
principalpoop: not my address, I am not on the map
cease: you have your own world, poop?
Bambi: even Einstein wished he'd been a locksmith
principalpoop: yes, and it is way out, no satelitte coverage yet
H. Stones: i had a dog which was a rare breed called a locksmith, every time i kicked it, it made a bolt for the back door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:05 PM and late as usual, it's Dave & Katie, just back from Hellmouth."
Bambi: lol
cease: im having an hg welles moment
principalpoop: ugh ouch, that has whiskers on it stones
principalpoop: woof woof keeper of the dave
Dave & Katie: evening
Bambi: yeah, I had one during a documentary that william shatner narrated and it's been hard to get past it
cease: dave, etc
H. Stones: the old ones are the best Poop, at least thats what i tell myself when i look in the mirror
Bambi: hi Dave & Katie :-)
H. Stones: Hi Dave and woof woof
Dave & Katie: this dog does keep me sane, I feared I had come when no one was here
cease: yes, dogs are like that
H. Stones: i most often come when theres no one there Dave
principalpoop: there is no one here, you are having a hallablucination
Bambi: good job Katie! (Bambi pets Katie's head)
principalpoop: hehe stones hehe
H. Stones: lol
Bambi: we miss our dog ... and cat's make you insane LOL
wake: Hello D & K
H. Stones: you need to practice to improve your aim Bambiu
Dave & Katie: it's amazing what happens when you change the upload rate of the torrent, the computer goes faster!
principalpoop: wake is a wake
cease: not true about cats. i find them profoundly sanity inducing
Bambi: that's true Dave! lol
principalpoop: depends on where you start from
Bambi: lol Stones
Dave & Katie: I'm tired, I shouldn't even be on here really, but gotta stay up to let the pup out at 11, she's done amazing work these past fewe weeks
cease: work?
Bambi: yeah, me too Cat ... Root definitely helps keep us sane (he's insane enough for all of us) LOL
wake: well where has the time gone??? Thanks for the laffs all. Hope to see you next week. bye bye
principalpoop: ciao wake
H. Stones: yes, dave, i had a pup that did amazing work on my carpet if i didnt let it out
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi: have a great night wake
cease: by wake
principalpoop: poor llan, globners
Bambi: don't care for amazing work from dogs of that nature Stones LOL
H. Stones: good night wake
wake: have a GREAT WEEKEND everyone!
||||||||| wake hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's wake?! It's 11:10 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bambi: I love our Root cat
principalpoop: or what wake? maybe I want a quiet weekend oops
Bambi: he's a real riot!
H. Stones: is it a root kitty, Bambi ?
Bambi: yes, not the best of diseases to be sure princep
H. Stones: i have a program that removes them
principalpoop: poor root, stay away stones
Bambi: yes, he got root when he was less than two mos old ... gained entrance to the house twice ... smart cat for just a kitten at that time.
H. Stones: but poop, i am official custodian of old jokes and puns, its my duty to sail close
Bambi: he stays in the house now LOL
cease: good for him, bambi
H. Stones: i only have a rented cat Bambi
principalpoop: i do the same stones hehe
H. Stones: yes it has not gone unnoticed Poop
cease: they rent cats?
principalpoop: eh? can I buy copies of the photos?
H. Stones: yes poop, but i keep the negatives
principalpoop: that is ok, I only want the good ones
H. Stones: good ones, ? i dont remember any of them !
principalpoop: parole, oops, that reminds me, I need to make a quick phone call
cease: hows it doing, dave and katie?
principalpoop: back, it was before 12, I am ok
principalpoop: dave is tired and katie is wonderful
cease: the usual, then
Bambi: rented cats ...what a concept lol
principalpoop: ahhh youth
principalpoop: you need a faster refresh bambi, that is so 5 minutes ago hehe
H. Stones: well its next doors moggy, Bambi but he hires it out
principalpoop: can I rent root for a week?
H. Stones: maybe you can get a root kit and construct your own, Poop
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| donk - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. Stones: see Poop, i even remembered the comma
Dave & Katie: brb
principalpoop: oops, I did not even see donk there
principalpoop: have a nice walk dave
Bambi: Ah, that's right ... I can change my refresh now! we aren't streaming ... now changed from 30 to 5 :-)
H. Stones: pats Katie on head and gives Dave a dog biscuit
principalpoop: i a root canal once, lot of money to pay the torturer
principalpoop: cool bambi
Bambi: yes, it is princep
principalpoop: welcome, to, the, future
Bambi: much nicer refresh!
H. Stones: you are the fast lady now Bambi
principalpoop: riding in the fast lane
Bambi: better than halfast lol
principalpoop: hehe she said halfast hehe
H. Stones: bbs, afk
cease: half cast woman, living a life apart, how does your story begin?
Bambi: but officer, I like the left side of the road LOL
cease: they got that from an actual song, right?
principalpoop: the tree that was not there moved
principalpoop: i have no idea
principalpoop: firesign songs I learned
principalpoop: one of
principalpoop: first
principalpoop: shuffle those
H. Stones: hey my screen is full of Poop
principalpoop: the sound of one poop chatting
Bambi: well, it's great to see you all but I really need to get some rest ... see ya next time :-) http://www.bambismusings.com
cease: that is serious, stones
cease: all the best to you, bambi
principalpoop: ciao bambi bebe, love to the root and that other guy
H. Stones: when ;your hands are full of poop, its best not to clap
H. Stones: ok Bambi, take care, see you soon and love to clem
cease: to clem too
principalpoop: so anyway, so then she says, mine, I thought he was your monkey?
H. Stones: well you elected him Poop
principalpoop: no, that was the supreme court
H. Stones: i am glad you cleared that up
cease: i think the us will take a long time to clean up
principalpoop: i clean up my messes, eventually
H. Stones: over here we havent even got a brush, cease
cease: will you ever, stones?
principalpoop: we have elections in my county november 6, everyone one of them claims to be a christian
H. Stones: i dont know, cease, the last one got elected
H. Stones: thats bad Poop
principalpoop: i want to know to what kind of christian, 7th day adventists, mormons, catholics, menonites, radical baptists
H. Stones: some of our politicians claim they are sentient, but evidence doesnt suppor that
principalpoop: i need details if they are going to wear that on their sleeve
principalpoop: i guess they just want to assure me they are not jews or muslims or satanists or something like that
H. Stones: i thought they were all lizards, poop
principalpoop: not good, I may have to write a litter to the editor
principalpoop: yeppers, those darn deists
principalpoop: wait i before e except after C but what about D?
cease: as i awoke this morning, to breathe the air around Tom Paine
principalpoop: diest? that cannot be right
cease: what is that hyric?
principalpoop: that does not ring a bell
cease: dylan song
principalpoop: when I woke up this morning, you were on my mind
principalpoop: somebody in the basement making up the medicine
principalpoop: go to him now, you can't refuse
principalpoop: when I took up his offer, I musta been mad
principalpoop: another poop screen, please help here
H. Stones: is this poopscreen.com ?
principalpoop: i won't google that
principalpoop: no no, no can do, I won't google that
H. Stones: nearest is popscreen.com
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave & Katie - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bambi - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
principalpoop: the poop of pop?
principalpoop: the pop of poop
cease: i justr googled it. it realy exisrted
principalpoop: kinda peppy
principalpoop: hehe, ok, I'll bite, what is there?
cease: are we pooped?
H. Stones: Poopeye the Sailor Man was good
principalpoop: the bags are packed, most of the busses have left
principalpoop: i yam what I yam
H. Stones: they dont show Popeye cartoons over here any more, which is a pity
H. Stones: wasnte Betty Boop done by the same artist ?
principalpoop: i try to watch tv sometimes
principalpoop: the commercials are horrible, even with the sound off
principalpoop: the early popeye was, maybe
H. Stones: they are the work of Satan, Poop
H. Stones: the commercials i meant
H. Stones: yes, the later cartoons were crap
H. Stones: but the originals were excellent
principalpoop: phil satan? works for that ad agency?
principalpoop: i guess if you watch them constantly you don't see them anymore
principalpoop: just zone out until the show starts again
H. Stones: yes, Poop, the only way to see them is to not watch
principalpoop: i zone out in a new way, at my own speed lol
principalpoop: i need a book to read
principalpoop: any suggestions?
H. Stones: ok Poop, i have a lot of editing to do so i better call it quits for now
principalpoop: ciao stones
H. Stones: if i think of a good book i will email you PP
principalpoop: cat is pooped, you are pooped, I have pooped everybody
H. Stones: i am mostly reading old sci fi i read years ago
principalpoop: i have those on the shelves, i have been re-reading already
principalpoop: i need more, more I tell you
principalpoop: have a super week
H. Stones: ok, Poop, and cease, have a good week and stay safe and if you get bored you can maybe reach me on Messenger or skype
H. Stones: stay safe all
principalpoop: ciaoo mate
principalpoop: and good night to vancouver lad
||||||||| At 11:49 PM, principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
H. Stones: and good night Vienna
cease: off we go
||||||||| cease leaves at 11:50 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..."
H. Stones: good night cease
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H. Stones - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 3:15 AM and Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter:
Eye Amb Yore Fodder, Looke!

Clique...Here Ye...To Larn More

Trique Ore Treate


Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter: Catherwood, appropriate me 41 billion dollars to fend off post Halloween depression.
||||||||| Catherwood appropriates Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter 41 billion dollars to fend off post halloween depression.
Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter: Thaenk you und gudden walpurgis nacht.
||||||||| "Hey Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter!" ... Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 3:20 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Bubba's Brain
Dave & Katie
Dexter Fpng
Dr. Headphones
H. Stones
Hemlock Stones
Max Von Woodrow Market Poshter
Yukaipa Heap
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