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 July 31, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 5:18 AM: Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post:
Now this place is called Cherapa Place.
To find out what stood in its way

Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post: Catherwood, connect me to Pathfinder AEC.gov.
||||||||| Catherwood connects Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post to pathfinder aecgov.
||||||||| Catherwood says "5:20 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:34 AM and serkan127 waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Firebroiled steals in around 7:36 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Firebroiled: Out of the fog . . .
into the smog . .
.relentlessly . . .
ruthlessly . . . . . .
doggadly . . .
toward his weekly meeting with The Unknown.
At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.
He crosses MacArthur Park
and walks into a great sandstone building.

Groping for the door,
he steps inside,
climbs the thirteen steps to his office . . .
He walks in!
He’s ready for mystery . . .
he’s ready for excitment . . .
he’s ready for anything . .
.he’s . . .

Nick Danger, Third Eye!

||||||||| It's 7:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| serkan127 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Firebroiled says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Firebroiled exits at 7:40 AM.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Firebroiled2', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:41 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| It's 7:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Firebroiled2 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'carolina', just granted probation at 1:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 1:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| carolina - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with wake close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
wake: Go get 'em, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood hands 'em.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:07 PM and ah,clem waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern time'
||||||||| ah,clem is kicked out just as the clock strikes 8:08 PM.
||||||||| At 8:15 PM, wake runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:48 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from Liverpool."
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:49 PM, dragging Honey by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
H. Stones: i vouch for Honey, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood ignores H. Stones
Honey: ow ow ow let go of my foot catherwood you bully
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Honey
Honey trips catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Honey and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
H. Stones: Kicks catherwood up the arse
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past H. Stones
H. Stones: Stones knees catherwood in the bollocks
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past H. Stones
H. Stones: walking must be pretty painful now Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to H. Stones and inquires "Something I can help with?"
Honey giggles as catherwoodie speaks in a squeaky voice
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Honey
Honey: catherwood please bring me a six course meal with a bottle of sangria
||||||||| Catherwood brings Honey a six course meal with a bottle of sangria.
Honey: yummmmmmmm
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: hai all
Honey: well hello mudhead good evenin'
Honey waves
Mudhead: hi Honey
Mudhead: sweet as usual
H. Stones: Hi Mud
Honey blushes
||||||||| "8:53 PM? 8:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ah,clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ah,clem enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Minneapolis."
ah,clem: hi all
H. Stones: Yo Clem
Honey: hello clem :)
Honey: buenos noches
Merlyn: sari I'm late
Honey: hola merlyn
Mudhead: oh good nachos!
Merlyn: nachos? you brought nachos?
Honey passes the nachos around
ah,clem: we're just getting started
Mudhead: Yipee!
Honey: it's just now 7 oclook
||||||||| Se–orTweeny sashays in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
ah,clem: catherwood, please give everyone some dip
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some dip.
Honey: hiya tweeny 'ola
ah,clem: wait, that's nacho cheese!
Se–orTweeny: Hmmmm, the spanish 'n' doesnt translate
||||||||| Se–orTweeny scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Se–orTweeny?! It's 8:56 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Mudhead: I went to our local beach monday night, went down the nature reserve path, so the most cute scene, a mama skunk followed by her threebabies
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Se–orTweeny close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Honey: awwwwwwwwww how cute, mud
||||||||| At 8:56 PM, Se–orTweeny hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and SenorTweeny steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
SenorTweeny: Hola amigos bozos!
Mudhead: it was nice to see
Honey )
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
SenorTweeny: Cool, Mud
Dexter Fong: Hello early Birds
Honey: hola senor fong
H. Stones: Hello early Fong
Honey: brb
SenorTweeny: Glad you're feeling up to a show, JL :)
Mudhead: that was the nite of the car show, I've got some pictures to send if you give me an email
SenorTweeny: A Cobra, no less
SenorTweeny: That Alfa looked amazing
Dexter Fong: Hi clem; Stones & Honey, Merlyn, Muddy, and Senor Tweeen
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Ben Bland close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
Mudhead: actually two
H. Stones: i will bbs
||||||||| cease bounds in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mudhead: neat 928 and a Fiat cinque Cento
Dexter Fong: Cat you bounder
H. Stones: HI Ben
||||||||| llanwydd steals in around 8:59 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: happy thursday
Ben Bland: cease
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Ben Bland: Stones
Dexter Fong: Evening Ben B
cease: better bounder than stealer
Mudhead: Hi all
Ben Bland: 'head
llanwydd: I've already forgotten last week's incident but I see catherwood hasn't
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to llanwydd and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, llanwydd!"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, wehudisunrty heounds
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dexter Fong and asks "Something I can help with?"
Mudhead: More RAT!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 31, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Your late Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Dexter Fong and says "My ears are burning..."
Dexter Fong: So is your ass Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and queries "Something I can help with?"
SenorTweeny: This is badly distoryed, clem
SenorTweeny: distorted
Merlyn: "We're dead!"
ah,clem: recorded that way,
Dexter Fong: Dos story is bad??
Mudhead: I turned it down
ah,clem: it gets better
SenorTweeny: ok
Honey listens via transmission from liverpool
SenorTweeny: No joke, Honey?
Mudhead: Had some MGA's there too Honey
Dexter Fong: Liverpool? YOu waiting for a transplant Honey?
Honey: yup 'tis true
SenorTweeny: Say hi to the Quarrymen for me :)
ah,clem: it is a rare bit, and worth a listen, but the distortion comes with it
Mudhead: yummy...Hash!
ah,clem: but just in spots..
SenorTweeny: A, Welsh recording
Honey: tweeny i did not time travel heh
H. Stones: did someone mention Hash, ? glad i brought my pipe
SenorTweeny: shoot, Honey lol
Dexter Fong: I listen to Fox so distortion is no plblem
ah,clem: I also love to play movies on the radio, as many of you know
llanwydd: catherwood, may I have a spot of tea?
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past llanwydd
llanwydd: some butler we've got
SenorTweeny: Good point, Dex ;)
Honey tut tuts at catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Honey and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
ah,clem: catherwood, please give LL a spot of tea
||||||||| Catherwood hands ll a spot of tea.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, sing "Tit Willow, Tit Willow"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and queries "Did you want something?"
H. Stones: nice pair of tuts Honey
Honey: yes help me with my vinyl catsuit catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood withes Honey's vinyl catsuit.
Ben Bland: reductio ad absurdum
llanwydd: thank you, mr. wood
SenorTweeny: Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside SenorTweeny and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Honey: hi ben :)
SenorTweeny: (wanted to see if Merlyn's bot knows any Spanish ;)
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, who is mas macho...Jack Black or gilbert godfried?
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
Merlyn: not really tweeny, but I could add spanish verbs or flies
SenorTweeny: I can barely read a few words, myself
SenorTweeny: I can barely read a few words, myself
Ben Bland: I'm John McCain, and I approve this reductio ad absurdum
SenorTweeny: LOL Dex
Honey: flies in spanish are moscas
Merlyn: John McCain is older than Larry King's wisdom teeth
Ben Bland: That's what the teleprompter says
SenorTweeny: Going to be some fun debates, Ben
Dexter Fong: El Mosque del Moscas
ah,clem: moscas de epanol, Honey?
SenorTweeny: Going to be some fun debates, Ben
Dexter Fong: Spanish Fly fishing for wales
Ben Bland: si senor
Merlyn: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/rnhtml/img/banner/rnb054.gif
cease: veryfunny, merl
Dexter Fong ties on his favorite Coachman Azul
SenorTweeny: lol Merl
Ben Bland: Ever been fly fishing in Baja, Tween?
Dexter Fong: Baja? Humbuggah
llanwydd: anybody get caught in the earthquake or don't we have anybody from CA among us
SenorTweeny: Wind surfed at Cancun Harbor, does that count?
Honey: http://johnmccain.stumbleupon.com/ amazing and funny
H. Stones: what kind of bait do you use to catch flies Ben ?
Ben Bland: the flies speak Spanish? The teleprompter again
ah,clem: Honey
Ben Bland squints
Honey: ahhhh yes?
SenorTweeny: lol Honey
ah,clem: was answering stones question
Ben Bland: on the wings of a song?
ah,clem: what kind of bait
SenorTweeny squids
Ben Bland feels baited
Dexter Fong: Clem: Jail Bait
llanwydd: I've never heard of bland squints. is that a disease?
Honey listens with baited breath
Honey: sounds terribly painful, llan
SenorTweeny: So what's with your not recognizing the Spanish 'n', Merl?
Dexter Fong: Take that worm out of your mouth Honey, you don't know where it's been
Ben Bland: glints
llanwydd: I listen with braided beth
llanwydd: or whatever her name is
Merlyn: Spañish N?
Honey: the tilde is unamerican!
SenorTweeny: But, it's from a bottle of mescal, Dex
Merlyn: Ñever heard of it
||||||||| Around 9:13 PM, SenorTweeny walks off into the sunset...
Honey: dex, it came with this bottle of tequila
Dexter Fong: Wlatzing ma tilde is australian
||||||||| Se–orTweeny sneaks in around 9:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Ben Bland: Catherwood, page Georgi Nailbiter
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Ben Bland and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Honey: hola dexter
Merlyn: You mean "dondŽ" tween?
Dexter Fong: Throw another Barbie on Honey
llanwydd: wlatzing sounds polish
Se–orTweeny: Whatever it's called
Dexter Fong: llan: That's plotzing
Se–orTweeny: truns an n into an 'ny'
llanwydd: lol
Ben Bland: Tomorrow's matinee movie is 1968's Wild in the Streets
Dexter Fong: A contrived surprize story twist = plotzing
Se–orTweeny: gimme gimme a dondŽ
llanwydd: I've seen Wild in the Streets. I thought it was unintentionally funny
||||||||| Se–orTweeny is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:16 PM.
||||||||| SenorTweeny steals in around 9:16 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Ben Bland: Starring Shelley Winters and Richard Pryor, believe it or not, among others
SenorTweeny: Don't think I've see it, Ben
llanwydd: yes I remember shelley was in it
llanwydd: I thought it was corny but interesting
SenorTweeny: The Sheeliac Corporate?
Ben Bland: Lost in Space... Was it unintentionally funny?
Honey was a barefoot hippie extra in "riot on sunset strip"
Merlyn: Tween, try copying and pasting this as your name: SeñorTweeny
Merlyn: It should work
llanwydd: some films are like that, like The Boys From Brazil
llanwydd: ridiculous idea but it holds your interest
SenorTweeny: kewl, Honey
||||||||| überRegenbogen steps in at 9:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:17 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs SenorTweeny by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
llanwydd: Hey Ub
Dexter Fong: SeñorTweeny
||||||||| Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima steals in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Ben Bland: Ed Begley Junior's dad is in it. Ed Begley Senior
llanwydd: forgot how to do the umlaut
Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima: lol
Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima: Want to try again?
Dexter Fong: Hi Uber
Ben Bland: He plays a U.S. Senator
Merlyn: copy THEN paste
Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima: Evenin' Ÿber
llanwydd: ed begley jr's father, bill smith
überRegenbogen: it's in the fridge
Merlyn: Ed Begley Senõr?
||||||||| At 9:18 PM, Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Se–orTweeny', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, are you a Beaner?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
||||||||| "9:19 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Se–orTweeny, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM crosstown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving SiOurTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
ah,clem: I so often dress for radio as well
Merlyn: Catherwood, gimme an 'M'
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Merlyn
||||||||| SiOurTweeny runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's SiOurTweeny?! It's 9:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:19 PM and SenorTweeny bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
llanwydd: the good butler is a zip, by all accounts
Ben Bland: Richard Pryor plays Stanley X... I'm not kidding
Merlyn: our chat log is filling up
SenorTweeny: I prefer Stanley Clarke ;)
Merlyn: "Stanley the tenth"
cease: i prefer stanley park
llanwydd: Rusty X
Merlyn: I prefer Stanley Laurel
Honey loves the filling in the Stuckey's chat log
Dexter Fong: stanley the tenth was a good king but a weak prelate
SenorTweeny: You've parked your Stanley Steamer, cease?
Merlyn: cheese log filling? Tastes grated?
überRegenbogen: it looks like Tween is having the content-malencoding blues
Honey: hola cease :)
llanwydd: I knew a Stanley Parker III in kindergarten. and he always called himself that
Dexter Fong: That?
cease: i'm only partially here
Mudhead: Im here
überRegenbogen: it's a funny name for a lobster!
llanwydd: I try to be partial here
Dexter Fong: Cat: Wherever you find yourself, there you jolly well are
Honey: that must be so, cease cos i just now partially noticed you ;)
SenorTweeny: St Swithan's School for the prematurely advanced, LL?
überRegenbogen needs to answer nature, and fetch headphones
SenorTweeny: And Jolly it is
llanwydd: something like that, tween
Honey: hup hup
Dexter Fong: Nature call...it's mother bose
SenorTweeny: (Robin Williams, LL)
llanwydd: now watch, he's going to google his name sometime and come up with this chat
Dexter Fong: Why the parnetheses Tween
Merlyn: he's reproducing by parthenogesis
SenorTweeny: Didn't know if LL knew that skit
Dexter Fong: Tween has split? Oh no, it's IRC all over again
llanwydd: no, I didn't, tween
||||||||| Principalpoop bounds in at 9:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
llanwydd: that one had gotten past me
Mudhead: wipe that irc off me
Principalpoop: hulow
llanwydd: Hey Princip!
Honey: hey! hola princepoop
Dexter Fong: Ahoy Tween, drop your anchor and your whale
Principalpoop: is this thing on?
cease: this sounds like a bad Little Feet song
llanwydd: that's the name of a famous assassin by the way, Princip.
SenorTweeny: Real early - Robin Williams Live, I do believe
Principalpoop: i don't see my words, i will try again
||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 9:26 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
SenorTweeny: 76 or 77
SenorTweeny: Hey P
Principalpoop: hulow?
Principalpoop: wtf?
Mudhead: wb PP
Principalpoop: ahhh my words appear
Dexter Fong: Stop vieing for attention Poop
Honey: are you here poop?
SenorTweeny: very bad night for Little Feat lol
Principalpoop: i like little feet and cute little toes
Principalpoop: i might be here, i might not, who knows?
Dexter Fong: A bad night for little feet, but a big one for cankles
Merlyn: yo! Feets too big!
Principalpoop: not vieing, not one whit
Dexter Fong wonders if poop is whitless
Principalpoop: cute whittle feetsies
Dexter Fong: Myself, I's in the whitless protection program
SenorTweeny: Helped make a live recording in DC (Little Feat)
Dexter Fong: Disguised as a Negro Train Conductor
Principalpoop: is the volume ok on cni? or do i need new batteries in my headphones?
Honey: cool, senor tween
H. Stones: they both have a ready whit Honey and when the bell rings they get thte joke
Dexter Fong hollahs "All 'board"
SenorTweeny: Worked for the recording truck. Just stung some cable, but it were fun
Mudhead: needs some more , its low
Principalpoop: they still have Negro Trains?
Honey: lol
Dexter Fong ask "Is dat yo bag SIR?"
SenorTweeny: strung cable
SenorTweeny: This could sound better
Dexter Fong: Ran out of cable. Hollered Strung out!
SenorTweeny: It's not so far from LF, actually
SenorTweeny: More like Dr John
SenorTweeny: LF has stuff like this
SenorTweeny: Spanish Moon is a fav
Dexter Fong: Dr John Williams
llanwydd: I knew a dr johns. he was a dentist
Ben Bland: Is McCain worried that senior citizens may be rounded up into re-education camps and force fed LSD?
Dexter Fong: It's the conga drums,,,,,,,makes any band sound like LF
Mudhead: and the downside of that is?
Principalpoop: i knew dr john when he was still mister toilet
Honey: hmmmmmm i dunno but that sounds like a fun trip ben
SenorTweeny: Only if Obama picks Krassner as VP, Ben lol
Dexter Fong: Or maybe Kramer
Ben Bland: That's what Max Frost does in the movie... To everyone over the age of 35
llanwydd: what's dr john's degree, anyway?
Dexter Fong: 98.2
Mudhead: 98.6
SenorTweeny: Hot Piano New Orleans
Dexter Fong: No he's cooler
llanwydd: fLOL
SenorTweeny: PhD
Principalpoop: master degree, from uncle johns cabin
llanwydd: great minds think alike
Ben Bland: The stoned Hawaiian has got to be intentionally funny
Ben Bland: No way is that unintentional
Ben Bland: it's a scene from the movie
Dexter Fong: Ben: Ahola bra
Principalpoop: whats his name lawyer was hawaiian
Dexter Fong: Lahmalo
SenorTweeny: Bubba needs to get hold of this recording, clem
llanwydd: hole in the bra?
Dexter Fong: Lindberg baby?
SenorTweeny: Filter it through his DigiDesign software
SenorTweeny: Make it as clean as Pink Hotel
Dexter Fong: llan: Are you speaking Nippolese?
Ben Bland: Tomorrow's matinee movie
SenorTweeny: fan of Brewster McCloud?
Ben Bland squints
SenorTweeny: You wanna nipponese?
Dexter Fong: Make it as clean as pink hotel...then, burn it down
H. Stones: Nippolese is hard
Principalpoop: eat and burp
Ben Bland: fan of the director
Ben Bland: He passed away
Dexter Fong: Stones! you cad....you noticed
SenorTweeny: Hey, you don't know what went in to making it sound that good
Ben Bland squints at the teleprompter
Principalpoop: i see paris i see stones i see fongs long underwear
SenorTweeny: Would love to see it done with this
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
SenorTweeny: Hey E
Principalpoop: i see E
llanwydd: Hi Elayne!
Mudhead: Hai!
Dexter Fong: ben! psssst!! Get on with it
cease: hi el
Merlyn: hey e
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Ben Bland: Director of Brewster McCloud was the same fella that directed M*A*S*H
SenorTweeny: Yep
Dexter Fong: Ohh! ohh! I know
SenorTweeny: Altman
Principalpoop: mcloud mash, i bet he liked potatos
Dexter Fong: Directed McCain and Mrs. Clinto
cease: we was also in the american ruling class
Elayne: Well, the big announcement about my husband's assignment came, as did so many other big announcements, at San Diego this past weekend.
SenorTweeny: Big fan of Altman and Blake Edwards
SenorTweeny: lol Dex
Ben Bland: McCain and Mabel?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Did you type arraignment?
cease: whats the news, el?
Elayne: I talked about it in my ComicMix column yesterday: http://www.comicmix.com/news/2008/07/30/foster-children-by-elayne-riggs/#c10748
SenorTweeny: Great cars in Brewster McCloud
Elayne: Oops, belay that #c10748 at the end of that link...
SenorTweeny: And quite a commentary on the society circa 1970
llanwydd: energy equals M*A*S*H times the speed of light squared
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
Honey: oh i have to go.......but i have to share this little gem with you all http://www.todaysbigthing.com/betamax/betamax.swf?item_id=197&fullscreen=1&autostart=true
Honey: be safe!!! adios amigos
Elayne: I'm very excited because this series is a very clever parody of the fantasy genre, and I think it'd be quite accessible (and amusing) to Firesign fans.
Ben Bland: OK... So are McCain's TV ads unintentionally funny?
Elayne: Bye Honey!
Principalpoop: sweet
SenorTweeny: Adios Honey :)
llanwydd: Nite Honey
Principalpoop: oops bye honey
cease: by honey
Honey: nitol :) check that link for a good laugh :D
Honey: byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
llanwydd: my cable has been off for a while so I haven't seen the mccain ads
||||||||| At 9:41 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Honey!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
SenorTweeny: Cool pic, E
llanwydd: but I known his voice when I hear it on the radio
Ben Bland: Wild in the Streets... Is it reminiscent of Le Trente-Huit Cunegonde, which was also released in 1968?
Elayne: Yeah, the 30 x 40 poster that Rob made from those 11 x 17 sheets is currently hanging up right in back of me as I type...
SenorTweeny: 38 second?
Ben Bland: Sorry, I seem to be lagging a bit
Elayne: Very cool to swivel my chair around and see some vintage Hal Foster art...
llanwydd: don't you think Wild in the Streets was corny though?
SenorTweeny: Happy for you, E :)
llanwydd: we're all lagging ben
Ben Bland: Side One of Waiting for the Electrician... Yes, with corn. Maize?
SenorTweeny: not second in French... hmmmmmm
SenorTweeny: Amazing
Ben Bland: I've never seen Hal Holbrook brag about being in that film
llanwydd: premier, tween
cease: i'm quite ill
Ben Bland: Richard Pryor never mentioned it either
cease: must go to bed. see you next week
llanwydd: what's wrong, cat?
||||||||| At 9:45 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, cease!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: what kind of ill? whoops that kind, get well
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Ben Bland: Nite, cease
llanwydd: hope you feel better, cat
SenorTweeny: Holbrook was amazing as Mark Twain
SenorTweeny: Still have some old vinyl around somewhere
Elayne: Oh, poor Cat, I didn't even get a chance to virtually hug him...
Dexter Fong: Vinyl Rulez, bro
Dexter Fong: How yah doin', Elayne?
llanwydd: vinyl was best, to be sure
H. Stones: i am up early tomorrow so i need to crash now folks
SenorTweeny: Need a new cartridge
H. Stones: have fun and stay safe
Principalpoop: night stones
SenorTweeny: have a Technics with magnetic drive from '76
llanwydd: good to see you again, stones
Principalpoop: ditto matey
Dexter Fong: Tighten you safety blet and happy landing Stones
Dexter Fong: blet?
H. Stones: bye for now folks
Dexter Fong: you blet, round eye
Elayne: A little better, Dex. Glad we didn't get together last night, I worked late, then I hurt myself on the homeward bound local bus so I've been limping all day.
Merlyn: bye stones
Elayne: How were the concerts?
Principalpoop: sue
Elayne: Bye Stones!
Dexter Fong: Elayne, sue the bastards
||||||||| "Hey H. Stones!" ... H. Stones turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:48 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Elayne: Sue someone for my clumsiness? I'm not following you. I hurt myself, the bus didn't hurt me.
Dexter Fong: E: Very enjoyable
Ben Bland: There was a scene that was cut out from the movie. Hal Holbrook looks into a mirror and sees Shelley Winters dressed like Mark Twain
SenorTweeny: Having greater respect for a good bus system these days
Elayne: Glad to hear it, Dex.
SenorTweeny: lol Ben
Elayne: Anyway, I can't really sit properly, so I think I'll be toddling off to bed as well. Next week, all!
Principalpoop: details, they created a situation where an ordinary clumsy person could hurt themselves
llanwydd: I was in NYC a few weeks ago. don't know if I mentioned it
llanwydd: oh, yes I did
||||||||| At 9:49 PM, Elayne runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: Ben: And Pryor was stately plump tom sawyer?
Principalpoop: night E, applause for the assignment
SenorTweeny: They're starting light (commuter) rail this Fall in Austin
llanwydd: in fact I joined you from there for about a half hour
Ben Bland: Staring right back at him. If that isn't enough to scare you straight
Mudhead: bye E
Principalpoop: ahh, clem
SenorTweeny: I mixed monitors for George Strait
SenorTweeny: I wasn't scared of san Marcos ;)
Ben Bland: Staring, scaring. So McCain's TV ads are inspired by Wild in the Streets?
Dexter Fong: Tween: I didn't know GS kept lizards
Ben Bland: Joyce, Fong?
Ben Bland squints at teleprompter
SenorTweeny: Vote for me or the colored people will get you!!
llanwydd: I don't think anyone was inspired by Wild in the Streets
Mudhead: my time to leave I beleive
Dexter Fong: Ben: Correct
Principalpoop: you are squinting a lot, need new glasses or loosners?
Mudhead: G'nite dear friends
Principalpoop: mud too? sleep well
Dexter Fong: Night Muddy
ah,clem: gn Mud
||||||||| Mudhead is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:51 PM.
SenorTweeny: Later, Mr Mud
llanwydd: Nite Mudhead
Ben Bland: Max Frost sang "nothing can change the shape of things to come"
ah,clem: we all must be getting older... oh, yes, we are
llanwydd: I wrote Hudhead and had to correct it
Dexter Fong: Mudhead was forcebly ejucultaed
Principalpoop: hud, that was paul newman
ah,clem: sounds scary dex
Dexter Fong: With a blet!!
llanwydd: "nothing can change the shape of things to come" is obviously untrue
Principalpoop: so we can mold the future?
Dexter Fong: The future is moldy?
ah,clem: whoever said "nothing can change the shape of things to come" never got stoned
Ben Bland: Mick Jagger celebrated his 65th birthday. Celebrated?
Dexter Fong: Clem: Action by inaction??
Principalpoop: praxis
Dexter Fong: Axis
Dexter Fong: and Crapxis
Principalpoop: what are you asking fong?
llanwydd: well, look at it this way. if you take five steps to get out the door, your entire future is different than if you take 6
Principalpoop: huh?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:56 PM and Donk bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
SenorTweeny: Evenin' Don
Principalpoop: i will still eat the same thing at macdonalds if 5 or 6, be serious
Principalpoop: hi don
Donk: hey Tweeny
Ben Bland: Richard Pryor only had a bit part. It would have been a better movie if he had been elected President
Donk: hey P Poop
llanwydd: I am serious, princ. there might be small differences, but as the future progresses, they become greater
Dexter Fong: llan: Specially if there's an elevator shaft (open) that extra step
llanwydd: does that make sense?
SenorTweeny: Look at it this way... you can have the Bank of China and Communist slaves suporting the US way of life for just so long
Dexter Fong: Hey DonK
Principalpoop: the butterfly causing a hurricaine,
Dexter Fong: The Dung Beatle causing a shitstorm
Donk: Hey Dex
Ben Bland: if Richard Pryor had been elected President in the movie, I mean
Principalpoop: sure, every action is meaningless and yet every action is supremely meaningful..
SenorTweeny: Mothra? lol
Principalpoop: mothra, how i love yah, how i love yah oh mammy
Dexter Fong: Tween: Motra is neither a dung beat;le nora butterfly
llanwydd: send a card to mothra on mothra's day
Principalpoop: so you deny fate and kismet llan?
SenorTweeny: Biiiiiig monsters!!!!
SenorTweeny: lol LL
Dexter Fong: Biiiiiing Crosby!!!
llanwydd: I confess, I am not familiar with kismet
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: destiny destiny no escaping destiny
Dexter Fong sings :Take my hand, I'm a st4ranger in paradise (borodin)
SenorTweeny: Bah bah bah bah bah da Crosby
Principalpoop: who said that?
SenorTweeny: C'mon, blind Jim...
llanwydd: well, perhaps destiny is moot if you can't predict it
Dexter Fong: Poop: ?that = William Parker III
SenorTweeny: Mmmmm, Moodies
Principalpoop: no young frankenstine
Principalpoop: moot, i got your moot right here
SenorTweeny: "What worries me is when you tell me what will be..."
Dexter Fong: It's Fraankenstchtein
Principalpoop: what will be will be
SenorTweeny: OK, call me Eye-gore
Principalpoop: kay sarah sarah
Dexter Fong: Tweeny: Here is a song my mother taught to me.."Que Sera, Sera
SenorTweeny: que?
Dexter Fong: Keh?
llanwydd: quesedilla, sedilla
SenorTweeny: "Here's a little song I learned upstate in prison..."
Principalpoop: that was in an alfred hitchcock movie, with jimmy stewart, go figure
Ben Bland: Port Moody
llanwydd: or is it quesadilla
Dexter Fong: didlly, didlly, Que?
Ben Bland: cease? Oh, he excused himself
Principalpoop: hey diddle diddle
llanwydd: this is the truth, my spelling gets worse as I get older
Dexter Fong: Poop: And Doris day
Principalpoop: yes, i have come to rely on him also
SenorTweeny: Domine, domine, domine, you're all forgotten now...
llanwydd: and believe it or not, I started teaching myself to read at the age of 3
SenorTweeny: Mmmmmm Rock & Doris
Principalpoop: oh domino
llanwydd: I could read complete sentences when I was three. it's true
Dexter Fong: I wrote my autobiagraphy when i was 3 1/2
überRegenbogen returns, donns his headphones, and opens the capture file—catching the end of the smokin' jazz number that was playing at 20:21 CDT
SenorTweeny: Article Won-ton
Principalpoop: i don't recall what i was doing at the age of 2, i was still drinking i think
Dexter Fong: I reorganized the Deweydecimal System when I was 5
Principalpoop: heil uber
SenorTweeny: Was watching Amadeus last evening. Funny you should bring that up
llanwydd: that's why you don't remember, princ
Dexter Fong: lol poop
überRegenbogen: i find Dewey a bit draconian
llanwydd: LOL Dex
SenorTweeny: Great movie, Amadeus
Dexter Fong: Uber: Thomas or Admirable?
||||||||| At 10:07 PM, Ben Bland hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Outside, the 10:07 PM bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
SenorTweeny: Died at 34 and the only opera I can stand listening to
Principalpoop: don't remember what?
cease: let's try this again
Principalpoop: ahh wb cease
Dexter Fong: BBBB = Bye Bye Ben Bland
llanwydd: lol Princ
SenorTweeny: A rock star centuries before there were rock stars
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, wb
cease: a stone star?
llanwydd: I wonder what's wrong with Cat. nothing serious I hope
cease: as soon as i lay down for a few minutes, i felt better
SenorTweeny: Fan of 3rd Rock from the Sun, cease?
cease: i was sick to my stomache. coulndnt eat all day
llanwydd: oh, he's back!
llanwydd: WB, Cat
llanwydd: I've had that
cease: for someone as into food as i am, i have an amazingly small appetite
Dexter Fong: llan: Well let's just ask him...Cat or Cease or whatever your name is, is it serious lad?
überRegenbogen: Decimal
cease: i think not, dex
Dexter Fong: Dewey
Dexter Fong: Dorsal
SenorTweeny: No squid sushi for you, cease?
überRegenbogen: Louie
llanwydd: I find that pepto bismol is best for nausea
cease: did i miss el's news or do i have to read her column for it?
llanwydd: hot ginger tea works wonders for me as well
Principalpoop: pepto works for me too
Principalpoop: read the column
überRegenbogen: my pep is abismal
cease: i'm fond of cooked squid but raw anything is to be avoided
llanwydd: pepto dismal
cease: hot ginger tea, yes that sounds therapeutic.
Dexter Fong: CAT: Robin finally got a job as a penciler and inker for a comic he's long wanted to be a part of
überRegenbogen offers a quarter
llanwydd: works for me, cat
Principalpoop: that is not much
cease: speaking of zizzing gasbags, anyone seen cloverfield?
cease: oh yes i read of that in her blog. great news for robin
llanwydd: with fresh grated ginger is how I make it. powedered would probably work too
Principalpoop: i live near cloverdale
SenorTweeny: I hear that you're vulnerable to parasites with sushi
cease: much healthier than sangria, i'm sure
ah,clem: ...
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yas: As I've come to understand, the penciller is really the author of the visuals
cease: great to see robin ascend in his profession
SenorTweeny: The sangria kills the parasites lol
Principalpoop: most robins fly hehe
cease: and el still pleasently employed
Dexter Fong: Robin's assend is his profession...don't think Elayne would want to hear that
llanwydd: yes, robins do ascend
Principalpoop: maybe you had a bad guava in your sangria
cease: could be, poop
überRegenbogen: i find that a handful of diced onion is good when i'm stomach sick
cease: mayber my drink was doped
Principalpoop: i don't trust those guavas
Dexter Fong: Cat: She loves her job...after working for a petty tyrant, it amazing how benificent gross tyrants can seem =))
cease: great to hear
ah,clem: ..
Principalpoop: to cure it or to give you a stomach ache uber?
llanwydd: I don't care for tropical fruit except for mango and banana
Dexter Fong: llan: Oranges, Limes, tangerines, ????
Dexter Fong: Grapenuts?
Principalpoop: kiwis are ok, except the fur
überRegenbogen: at least you can work around tyrants who have a goal
llanwydd: well, florida isn't exactly the tropics
Dexter Fong: My wife has a Kiwi Fur Coat
überRegenbogen: the petty ones are just impossible
SenorTweeny: FŸr on a Kiwi?
Dexter Fong: It's great except for the fruit flys
cease: doesnt the kiwi want it back?
ah,clem: lol
Dexter Fong: llan: Try it in July or August
llanwydd: and you could theoretically grow orange trees in the northern states
Principalpoop: all those poor naked kiwi shivering in the cold, shame shame
llanwydd: well, I never have but I've lived in florida from september to march once
Merlyn: Hey, might be on later, going for now...
Principalpoop: hehe i said naked hehe
SenorTweeny: Save the Kiwi!
||||||||| Merlyn scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:17 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Poop: We wrap 'em in pork Rinds...little tiny fried pig skins
Principalpoop: ciao M
llanwydd: Nite Merl
cease: by merl
Principalpoop: i have no use for mangos
llanwydd: wrap what in pork rinds, dex?
Principalpoop: they and the plantains, ugh
llanwydd: mango is my favorite tropical fruit but I don't recommend eating the skin
Dexter Fong: naked kiwis, llan
Principalpoop: oops, maybe that was the problem
llanwydd: kiwi in pork rinds? strange
Dexter Fong: llan: Strange but warm
SenorTweeny: I have no use for mandingos
SenorTweeny: ;)
cease: make her littler
Principalpoop: my sister had that book, hehe
Dexter Fong: llan: THe big uestion is "What do we wrap the pigs in
SenorTweeny: heir letter?
llanwydd: well, you've heard of pigs in a blanket
SenorTweeny: My baby wrote me a litter
Dexter Fong: Sure!! Iv'e dated some
Principalpoop: with cheese or without?
SenorTweeny: lol Dex
SenorTweeny: Mmmmm cheese
llanwydd: funny nobody's mentioned the firesign theatre tonight
Principalpoop: who?
cease: you can be first, llan
Dexter Fong: Tweeny had a nose for sheese. and a stomach for frommage
llanwydd: I haven't seen a reference or anything
Principalpoop: i have seen a lot
llanwydd: not even a quote
Dexter Fong: FST?? Were they here???? What did he they say?????
llanwydd: how many?
Dexter Fong: 3 or 4
Principalpoop: in case you are wondering, we are listening to the giant rat
cease: i suspect the possibility of all of them coming to chat are zero
Dexter Fong: Wondering why you are listening to it?
llanwydd: 3 quotes?
SenorTweeny: Mmmmmm Geneva Lake Swiss cheese.....
Principalpoop: see, we can predict the future llan
Dexter Fong: Cat: Any of them = zero
llanwydd: well put in another quote and make it a gallon
cease: no i think austin will show up again
Dexter Fong: llan: I'd rather raise onother sailor and call it a Galleon
cease: maybe othere if they have something to plug
SenorTweeny: Did get an autographed copy of 'Follies' from Ossman
Dexter Fong: Cat: Aye , plug it is
Principalpoop: guys and gals on parade
cease: ossman here as George Tirebiter to promote his novel
SenorTweeny: A collector's item for sure
cease: proc actulaly showed up after peorgie left
cease: i have to remember to call the ossmans
Dexter Fong: Phil Proctor here to promote his "Boy Tenor" contest
||||||||| Catherwood leads wake (the flake) into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:25 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: I've heard dave pronounce it Ozman. I don't know if he meant to or if that is the way it's pronounced
llanwydd: howdy wake!
Dexter Fong: Wake.......welcome abour
SenorTweeny: Hey Asia
Dexter Fong: about aboard
cease: hi wake
Principalpoop: ahoy wake
SenorTweeny: They let you talk with Fireheads at work?
SenorTweeny: Must be a very cool employer :)
Dexter Fong: I talk to Firemen at work,,,they just won't leave me alone
ah,clem: .
SenorTweeny: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: It's prolly my hose
Dexter Fong: Hosiery, I mean
SenorTweeny: sign here - your room key is 451
wake (the flake): A hearty hello to yew guyz.
SenorTweeny: Still some rubber to bounce off of Wake :)
Dexter Fong: Yew Hew!!
cease: a liverly hello would probably do me some good
wake (the flake): I just watched that movie last night ----> Fahrenheit 451
Principalpoop: the original?
llanwydd: HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
cease: the truffaut flick
Principalpoop: don't hear, can't shout you
Dexter Fong: Here's a big AM radio shoutout to cat "Give me liverly or give me a transplant
wake (the flake): truely a classic. Yes from 1966 I think.
cease: radio now
llanwydd: yeah franswah truffle
Principalpoop: cool, oops i am trying to update my exclamations, sweet
SenorTweeny: That's one for next week, JL! Radio Now Live
Principalpoop: as say in sweden now, rocking fat
cease: there is a firesign joke about truffaut somewhere
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: groovy fong
wake (the flake): -------------> forgot it was Friday , hence "the flake" sobriquet
SenorTweeny: He's groovy...
cease: sounds like digdiner
Principalpoop: more digital diner
SenorTweeny: All Dexs are groovy
SenorTweeny: This sucker needs work
SenorTweeny: Really like what Bubba did with Pink Hotel
Principalpoop: which sucker?
SenorTweeny: The one from the giant squid staring you in the face lol
wake (the flake): ------------> testing sucker
cease: bergman probably has the master of this
Principalpoop: ahhh
wake (the flake): mine is fine
SenorTweeny: lol
llanwydd: anybody know what the firesign theatre is working on at present?
SenorTweeny: Mine is Coal Miner's Doubter
Dexter Fong: back
wake (the flake): their wills?
cease: they have the danger box set comiing out this fall
Principalpoop: nick danger meets Obama
Principalpoop: wb fong
wake (the flake): epitaphs?
llanwydd: cool!
cease: i would imagine austin will drop by chat to update us when it comes out
SenorTweeny: They said that last year, cease
Principalpoop: far out
cease: i hope they do some radio interviews
wake (the flake): I know that's what I am doing.
Dexter Fong: mcCain and Mrs. Danger
cease: thats what merl said in a recent chat, tween. if you can't trust, merl, who can you?
llanwydd: phil hasn't been here in quite a while
SenorTweeny: lol Dex
Principalpoop: if McCain becomes president, they become relevant again, very relevant
SenorTweeny: The ghost and Kwai Chang Cane
Principalpoop: all the same age
Dexter Fong: He's is absolutely one of my favorite dircetors and I **Cant** remember his namne
SenorTweeny: Merl is to be trusted
cease: theyre very relavent now
llanwydd: well, I want them to be relevant, but not that badly
cease: that npr album and their fools and space stuff is amazingly relavent
wake (the flake): "Here lies wake. He took the cake."
Dexter Fong: the cake was a fake
überRegenbogen: perhaps you can kant to remember his name
Principalpoop: was that the cake that was left out in the rain?
Dexter Fong: Wake's A wake
cease: dr memory, dex?
SenorTweeny: discount outlet them eat cake
Dexter Fong: dr memory, dex?
llanwydd: Oh no
überRegenbogen: let them eat outlets
Dexter Fong: dr memory, dex?
Dexter Fong: dr memory, dex?
Principalpoop: dot com and stuff, i know know, it was a joke based on them and us and Mccane everybody being old
überRegenbogen: Rolo, dex?
wake (the flake): Bake a fake cake on the lake.
Principalpoop: mrs muir was hot
überRegenbogen: with a rake
cease: and have it melt in maccarthur park
llanwydd: lol wake
Dexter Fong: Rolo, dex?
Dexter Fong: Rolo, dex?
llanwydd: don't know why that's funny but it is
Dexter Fong: Rolo, dex?
Principalpoop: handjiving
wake (the flake): Anyone watching "Weeds"?
llanwydd: there's an echo in here
überRegenbogen: i i new you were coming, i've raked a lake
SenorTweeny: 1st Lady Michelle Obama?
überRegenbogen: if
SenorTweeny: nope, wake
Principalpoop: tv? nooo
Dexter Fong: Suffering great dilemma, have copy & Paste syndrome............ must pass it on
cease: i watched the first season, that was it for me
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Principalpoop: it is just spam llan, calm down
Dexter Fong: They deliver so late at night??
wake (the flake): One good thing in the whole TV spectrum...
llanwydd: not exactly spam but nothing important
Principalpoop: yes, tv went to hell when they took hee-haw off
SenorTweeny: The happiest girl in the whole USA lol
llanwydd: LOL, Princ
ah,clem: lol PP
llanwydd: I hated hee haw
SenorTweeny: rofl P
wake (the flake): The irony and plot twists, the gags remind me of FST a little.
llanwydd: that was a show you either loved or hated. I didn't love it
überRegenbogen: that Lennon sounded more like Starr
SenorTweeny: Buddy Emmons on steel?
ah,clem: gloom dispair and agony on me...deep dark depression.....
SenorTweeny: Hello, my name is Tweeny, and I've been a hick...
Dexter Fong: Cousin Tweeny!!!!!!!!!!!
wake (the flake): SAALLLOOOOT!!!
Principalpoop: oops, it does sound like ringo, you ruined it for me uber lol
SenorTweeny: quothe the raven, where's my byrd food?
ah,clem: the town of dendron, 350 or so
Dexter Fong: Bend over Tween..........why you haven't hardly aged a centimeter
Principalpoop: you met another and pfffft you were gone
wake (the flake): Nothing like the 5 or 6 hot babes in cutoffs laying around the set scratching themselves.
SenorTweeny: heeeere comes another onnnnnne....
wake (the flake): THAT'S reality TV.
SenorTweeny: herrrre it comes again....
Dexter Fong: CLEM: is that 350 a weekend total
Principalpoop: junior and a bunch buster for pot
llanwydd: here comes a bunch of em
wake (the flake): What was the bloodhounds name?
SenorTweeny: wouldn't want to have lunch with 'em ;)
Principalpoop: fang
Dexter Fong: Fong
Principalpoop: fing
SenorTweeny: We are criusing at an altitude of 50 feet
cease: jack london
Dexter Fong: Funggggggg!!!!
Principalpoop: having fung now
cease: if you call that cruising
SenorTweeny: cruising
Dexter Fong: Cat: Hilton Paris
Dexter Fong: Tony Rome
wake (the flake): The dog's farts were so bad they had to keep one of those giant wind storm fans on hand at all times to disperse them.
SenorTweeny: Pare ree!
Principalpoop: john boston
SenorTweeny: Bien, sur...
Dexter Fong: Julie London
Dexter Fong: Grover Washington
cease: season of the whitch
llanwydd: dolly madison
wake (the flake): was it "Duke"?
überRegenbogen: scrapple! eeeeeewwwwwww!
SenorTweeny: Yes, Firesign should play at the Paramount in Austin
SenorTweeny: Would be amazing fun
Dexter Fong: Vanessa Valparaiso
cease: if enouh money was offered to them, they probably would, tween
Dexter Fong: Billy barcelona Lounger
SenorTweeny: We have PBS recorders that do Austin City Limits - they could handle it
Principalpoop: roanoke calling
llanwydd: francisco d'Anconia
cease: yes they could. if funds could be found, prioritized
Dexter Fong: Hallooo!! Roanoke!!!
Principalpoop: and rand
llanwydd: bud scranton
cease: but i suspect their weirdly cool show was their last tv attempt
Dexter Fong: Tommy Jamewtown
SenorTweeny: maybe, cease
Dexter Fong: Little Feat aRKANSAS
SenorTweeny: Little Feat plays in clubs sometimes
Dexter Fong: Name another state with a capitol "R"
SenorTweeny: Depends where ;)
cease: there doesnt seem to be enough money floating around to even get them on radio, vastly chaper than tv
Dexter Fong: rHode Island doesn't counbt
SenorTweeny: Serius/XM have merged
llanwydd: phil austin
Principalpoop: i don't have an Ipod or any I-things, but that seems like the future
Dexter Fong: Cat: We are living in the lap of recssion
SenorTweeny: I want to get them back on All Things Considered
cease: i think their xm show was their last for that network, but i could be wrong
SenorTweeny: They did well there
überRegenbogen: i have a few Sansas
Dexter Fong: I listen to pirate radio "All thing censored
cease: maybe in an obama administration, npr/pbs won't have right wing leadership
SenorTweeny: And what about Lake Wobegone?
cease: i saw your upper half on ed sullivan.
SenorTweeny: A couple of appearances on MPR wouldn't hurt
llanwydd: lake winnebago?
Principalpoop: what about lake wobegone?
wake (the flake): where all the men are handsome...
Dexter Fong: Tween: Where all the women are lawyers and all the men are plaintiffs
SenorTweeny: And all the children are from the corn
wake (the flake): and the children above average
Dexter Fong: Wake: That's the "Old" lake
SenorTweeny: lol
wake (the flake): Damn I am S L O W today.
überRegenbogen: lake with hole be gone
SenorTweeny: You know what I'm saying, cease
Dexter Fong: Tween: or are in the system
cease: its the distance thing
Principalpoop: that does sound like elvis, and nixon
Dexter Fong: sorry WAKE
llanwydd: well, I've had a wonderful evening
llanwydd: but this wasn't it
llanwydd: just joking. that's a groucho line
SenorTweeny: Never too slow, today, wake
SenorTweeny: LOL
überRegenbogen: i wonder what it was full of
Principalpoop: you can go far if you try llan, and i wish you would start now
Dexter Fong: Stick around llan: The Nix is gonna pass out souvenirs
Principalpoop: groucho again
wake (the flake): no prob DF this kind of snappy banter is what I crave
llanwydd: Nix?
cease: anyone seen the flick of elvis meeting nixon?
cease: this is much funnier
Dexter Fong: Nixon
Principalpoop: sorry abuse in the other chatroom..
SenorTweeny: And a won and a thoo and a...
llanwydd: hello I must be going
llanwydd: see you folks next thirsty
cease: night, lllan
Principalpoop: don't leave in a huff, take a minute and a huff
Dexter Fong: I wanna hear Dick and Pat as improvised by Mike Nichols and Elaine May
SenorTweeny: Later, gator :)
überRegenbogen: i never dould get the hang of thirsty
Principalpoop: break a leg llan
cease: is there such a routine, dex?
Dexter Fong: Thirty?
SenorTweeny: It Hawthmoth!
SenorTweeny: Two airheads...
Dexter Fong: Cat: nO!! tHA'S WHY i WISH FOR ONE =_)))))
überRegenbogen: thirty either (and now i'm 43)
Dexter Fong: ooops
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: they're stilll alive. ask them to do one for you
cease: if your offer comes with enough zeros, they'll do it
SenorTweeny: Telefon sex
Principalpoop: oh yes yes yes ohh
Dexter Fong: Cat they are both big time directors and producers...not much time for such tomfoolery
SenorTweeny: Mile highs to go, before we schlep
überRegenbogen: is it ok if the zeroes are at the beginning?
wake (the flake): thanx a whole lot for brightening my day. I have to get going on a small project due next week ... Good fortune to you.
Principalpoop: ciao wake baby
SenorTweeny: Joss, wake
cease: if you offered them a billion dollarfs, they'd probably do it
Principalpoop: keep em flying
Dexter Fong: Night Wake..remember Maine and other NBew EngkND Atewa
cease: you like music, did you see I'm Not Here?
cease: all the best, wake
Dexter Fong: Oh!! LOrdy!!! I's been afflicted, all over again
wake (the flake): bye byyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeee
||||||||| Around 11:04 PM, wake (the flake) walks off into the sunset...
SenorTweeny: ROFL
Principalpoop: CaLm DOwn fOng
SenorTweeny: methinks wake has heard the mcLaughlin Group parody
Dexter Fong: pOoP: tHAnks alOt
Principalpoop: i used to love watching him, i saw him with foley once. wild
SenorTweeny: All Things Firesign
Principalpoop: they were screaming, a cut and both are talking mildly lol
Dexter Fong: Eleanor: You're drivng tonight, Yes!! or Maybe!!!
SenorTweeny: yeah
cease: i got the Onion Movie dvd today. anyone seen it?
SenorTweeny: nope
Principalpoop: it made me cry
SenorTweeny: not Vadallia?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Only the Minced version
Dexter Fong: But the studio caramelized my version
SenorTweeny: A Valdosta onion
Dexter Fong: Valdosta = Superior Russian technocracy
Principalpoop: i wanted onion and they sent me the leek dvd
cease: This just in. the onioin invaded dvd. Based on the wildly popular newspaper hailed by the new yoker as the funniest publication in the us, the onion movie brings you uncensored news and views from around the world
SenorTweeny: Mmmmmm Joe Caramel
cease: sounds like a firiesign project
Principalpoop: golden showers, oops wrong chat
Donk: sounds like valdosta must be a 'red' onion
SenorTweeny: Russians turned back Napoleon
Principalpoop: dust the tables after you finish dusting the walls please
SenorTweeny: Russians turned back Hitler
Dexter Fong: Donk: I cry whenever my eye peels
SenorTweeny: do _not_ 'F' with Russians lol
cease: hi donk
cease: the weather had a lot to do with it too
Donk: hey Cease
SenorTweeny: Don knows where Valdosta is
||||||||| 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 the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Donk: and Vadallia
Dexter Fong: Tween: Dobre, Varnishka
SenorTweeny: Or p'd-off Texans lol
Principalpoop: what you putin there?
SenorTweeny: Pravda
Dexter Fong: True, Tovarish
SenorTweeny: You call this a democracy?
Principalpoop: it is a federal republic
SenorTweeny: d of the CIA and head of KGB running the planet?
Dexter Fong: Would you like to buy some american made vinyl cllassics
SenorTweeny: Weak central gov't, strong states, P
Donk: yes!
cease: its an oligarchy, basically
SenorTweeny: God damn the very concept of American Slave
SenorTweeny: ok, I said it
Principalpoop: theoretically we could run and elect socialist or commie politicians..
Dexter Fong: Pressed on 180 gram vinyl, at half-speed and mastered by Bob Ludwig
SenorTweeny: Lip stiffener rofl
Principalpoop: instead, you texans give us bush and delay...
überRegenbogen: ribbit
Dexter Fong: Keep that lip stiffener on the upper lip lad!!
Donk: Nice
cease: you've got bernie saunders. tokenism
SenorTweeny: Try Dr. Paul
cease: good for vernont though
Principalpoop: you give us good ones too
ah,clem: good night dear friends
SenorTweeny: Wouldn't sign the Patriot Act
Principalpoop: it is a start
Dexter Fong: You ain't no Angelina Jo;ie
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem have a super week
überRegenbogen: Well, Connecticut gave Bush to Texas
SenorTweeny: Rest well, Dendrils...
überRegenbogen: Texas merely passed him on
Dexter Fong: ?chat to you clem
Donk: I heard ron paul on the radio this morning, he is good at saying whats wrong, he's short on answers
überRegenbogen: (what else can you do with a turd)
Principalpoop: it is nice to be had, love to keepers of the root
cease: thanks for the show, clem
Dexter Fong: Night Clem and thanks
SenorTweeny: Thanks for what you do, clem & Bambi
ah,clem: nytol
||||||||| 11:15 PM -- ah,clem left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: toad away
SenorTweeny: www.lewrockwell.com - Don
Dexter Fong: Not me buddy, wife's on te prowl ooking for a spot for me
SenorTweeny: They have answers
Dexter Fong: They always have answers
SenorTweeny: Abolish the Fed (which can print money at will)
Principalpoop: ahh hail rita for the wifey
SenorTweeny: There is no law that says Income Tax
Dexter Fong: Right on Tween: I want to print my own
SenorTweeny: Ron Paul is a breth of fresh air in TX, considering I moved here when Ann Richards lost to GWB
SenorTweeny: That's 12 year GWB, in my case
Principalpoop: ouch tween, hold on a little longer
SenorTweeny: breath
cease: yhou've still got jim hightower. a national treasure
Dexter Fong: GWB = Good with blet
Dexter Fong: Who were those kids (giiiiiiirl and boy) who shot a bunch of kids from a high tower
cease: uinverisity of texas
Dexter Fong: Charles..(somehing
Principalpoop: i saw that movie, only it was one guy and a bunch of rifles
SenorTweeny: ÒNext time I tell you someone from Texas should not be elected President of the United States, please pay attention.Ó -~ Molly Ivins
Dexter Fong: Poop: You saw the Warren version
cease: they did an xmfiles riff on that only the texas u tower was really the tower at my univeristy here in vancouver. very odd
Principalpoop: hehe
SenorTweeny: problems with mac quote chars
cease: ive never been to texas but i know it doesnt look like vancouver
Donk: charles wayne gassey
cease: great quote, tween
Donk: i do belive kinky freeman did a song about that
Dexter Fong: Gregg "Grassy" Knoll
SenorTweeny: Texas could be 5 states
SenorTweeny: In the original Constitution if it didn't work out
Dexter Fong: Tween: It **is** 5 states
Principalpoop: sam call me sam houston
Dexter Fong: And none of them except Austin
SenorTweeny: Austin has aspects of SF
Dexter Fong: Yoh! Semite Sam
Principalpoop: austin, the roanoke of texas
SenorTweeny: In the 70's, it was called a place where the rednecks and the hippies drank at the same bars
Dexter Fong: Poop: But father from the ocean
Principalpoop: same here, but not too many hippies
SenorTweeny: Will remember that, P :)
Principalpoop: 30 years later and they still talk about the big grateful dead concert
SenorTweeny: Willie & The Holding Company ;)
Dexter Fong: I used to be a "red Neck" Hippy, but I bought an umbrella
Principalpoop: which ocean?
SenorTweeny: "Live Music Capital Of The World"
cease: good for you, dex
Donk: i would have been a hippie, but i had to work
cease: cant live here without one
SenorTweeny: I'll trade 100 in the summer for your winters lol
Dexter Fong: Now I'm a British Invasion
SenorTweeny: brb
Dexter Fong: Cath me if you can
Dexter Fong: Catch
Donk: you never have to shovel heat, tweeny
Principalpoop: are you henry the 8th?
Principalpoop: are you? are you?
Dexter Fong: Nae Laddie, Scotch the 5th
cease: i was never a hippie, even if i looked like one. i still look like a homeless person
Principalpoop: ahh give me a blended chocolate malt
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu always gotta homin NYC
cease: i think it was ausitn on one of the raido shows hwo said he loved being called a hippy. bergman too
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, bring Principalpoop a blended chocalate malt
||||||||| Catherwood gets principalpoop a blended chocalate malt.
cease: thanks dex
Donk: i would have been a beat but was born 10 years too late
Principalpoop: hippies had the right idea, ideas, the media snared them, what is the word, co-opted them
Principalpoop: firesign saw and pointed that out
Dexter Fong: CATHERWOOD> brpng Cease a G:lass of Sangria
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Principalpoop: yum malt, thanks catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Principalpoop and says "My ears are burning..."
cease: i think ossman and maybe austin still are hippies.
Dexter Fong: Cather wppd. give cease your burningg ears
cease: their first album was a love letter/warning to the hipppie community they were in.
cease: begman invented the "love in" as it were
Principalpoop: rocking fat
SenorTweeny: I think Yippie was trying to describe something that defied descrption
SenorTweeny: If you're ever in TX? Be real nice to the cops lol
Dexter Fong: What do you *mean* by that
Principalpoop: yessir
Donk: abbie hoffman and 7 of his friend invented Yippie, right before the chicago convention, they claimed thousands of memeber, when in reality their were only 8
Principalpoop: i have no idea what the new generations are doing, are they doing anything?
cease: i thought krassner came up with the term
SenorTweeny: What the hell are we doing subjugating other people, and where in God's name in the Constitution does it say you can draft me
||||||||| Ben Bland tiptoes in around 11:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: DonK: What about Hubert Hum[hrey....And Mad Mayer Daly???
Ben Bland: If you weren't paying close attention, you might have mistakenly thought I said that Robert Altman directed Wild in the Streets. He didn't
Principalpoop: wbb
cease: hi ben
Donk: no, i think abbey, yippie or yip, stood for youth international party
SenorTweeny: wb Ben
Donk: Fun times, Dexter
überRegenbogen: they're doing crystal methamphetamine
Ben Bland: Altman didn't direct Wild in the Streets
Dexter Fong: Ben!! Thank you, Robert Altman is very much a favorite director of mine
SenorTweeny: Pretty sure yo'd have to ask Krassner which was first. The acronym or the meaning ;)
Ben Bland looks confusedly at teleprompter
Principalpoop: ahhh, bad drug choices, happens all the time
Dexter Fong: McCain and Mrs. McCain
SenorTweeny: Yippie sounded cool
cease: it was part of the psiirt of the times. i just read a long descriptipn of the riot and the trial in new book Nixonland
Dexter Fong: San Clamerone?? Cat??
SenorTweeny: lol Dex
Donk: it was a "police riot" not a riot by the people
SenorTweeny: It's a big bag of shite Jan 20 2009
Ben Bland: Have you read Krassner's HuffPo George Carlin obit?
Dexter Fong: But the police are the "people" aren't they?
cease: and well documented as such, donk
Ben Bland: brb
Principalpoop: yes, rocking fat
SenorTweeny: I'm subscribed to Huffington
cease: i had forgotten how vehemently the police were defended by the majority of us publick though, leading to nix's election
SenorTweeny: Barbara Ehrenreich is also good
Donk: no, i haven't, i will check it out, ben
Principalpoop: kos banned me
Dexter Fong: Rocking Fat!!!! Suma wreslers gone Wild!!!!
cease: you need tough dick, not wimpy hubert, to save them from the radicals
Principalpoop: ok ok, i am trying to update cool, rocking fat does not work...how about sweet?
SenorTweeny: The Rat finals!
Dexter Fong: I used to have a tough dick
Donk: well dick had a secret plan to end the war
cease: hard to believe, dex. they lead very disciplined lives
Ben Bland: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/remembering-george-carlin_b_109548.html
Dexter Fong: Saw alice..now it's super hard
Donk: thanks ben
SenorTweeny: Private Eye?
Dexter Fong: Private Dick?
Dexter Fong: Wrong Chat??
cease: yes, great piece by krassner and on carlin
Principalpoop: yes sweet
Donk: i bought a paul krassner compilation a couple years ago,cause it was supposed to have a piece about jean shepherd, it didn't
cease: krassner has known multitudes and speaks affectionately of them all
cease: i'm in three of krassner's books, donk
SenorTweeny: I have "Irony Lives"
Principalpoop: cool
cease: pot stories for the soul, the acid book and the mushroom book
SenorTweeny: Wouldn't have known about him except a comedy internet station played "In The Guise Of Security"
SenorTweeny: right arm lol
cease: he was hassled for the Chicekn Soup for the Soul people so he had to change names of other books
SenorTweeny: have read his autobio
cease: a great read
SenorTweeny: god education on the 'counter-culture' of the 60's
Principalpoop: i have no doubt some generation will re-discover the hippies and try it all again
SenorTweeny: grid education
SenorTweeny: much of what was called hippie was fake
cease: we had a russian hippiesque movement in canada called the doubakbours.
Principalpoop: no, say it ain't so tween hehe
SenorTweeny: I believe we are at another moment like that in our society
überRegenbogen drops his script [image]
cease: seriouisly into pacifism and nudism. tolstoy paid for their transport out to russia to canada
Ben Bland: Dick Cheney has a secret plan to win the Energy Wars
überRegenbogen: oh that sucked
Principalpoop: i need to get out more, i see no moments at all around here :)
SenorTweeny: The Dollar might look like the Mark post WWI
cease: looks like he won, ben
SenorTweeny: It could get ugly
Dexter Fong: Anybody got change for a Harpo Marx??
Principalpoop: naked rooskies? yes ugly
Ben Bland looks vaguely puzzled at the teleprompter
SenorTweeny: A Night At The Opera? A Day At The Races?
cease: i got a buck henry
Ben Bland: Catherwood get Dick Cheney
||||||||| Catherwood gets dick cheney.
cease: not the females, poop
Dexter Fong: Ben!! We're on a commercial break and staion ID....go take a whiz
SenorTweeny: Even a worldwide depression can bring forth serious talent
Ben Bland: I could use a beer
Principalpoop: ahh, jim or dick morrison was talking about the shit hitting the fan a long time ago
SenorTweeny: No, that's Baruk
Dexter Fong: Break on thru to the other side of the fan
Principalpoop: we are baroque?
SenorTweeny: Where do you live, Ben?
cease: hard to tell them apart, poop
SenorTweeny: We are Devo
cease: mother i want to.....
Principalpoop: who's going to stop the rain?
SenorTweeny: Morrisee?
Principalpoop: yes dearest?
SenorTweeny: Mmmmm Creedence
Ben Bland: The Shadows, Tween?
Dexter Fong: Water! Clear!!
Dexter Fong: Fish! Healthy, Sir!!
überRegenbogen drops his script again
überRegenbogen: hah! ☺
Dexter Fong: And Raw!!
Ben Bland squints at teleprompter. Wonders aloud, "is that poetry?"
Principalpoop: ohhh uber, i am telling M, you broke the code...
Ben Bland: The Shadows?
SenorTweeny: That's our sun temple
Dexter Fong: The hadows knowses
cease: the shadow moves upon the land,
Principalpoop: they have a vampire show on in the afternoons, what was that about?
Dexter Fong: shadows
cease: one of my fave firesign plays
Principalpoop: oops had
Principalpoop: dark shadows
Dexter Fong: But theland keeps on revolving
Ben Bland: Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?
Principalpoop: wait I know that one
Dexter Fong: Oooh! Ooohh! I know!!
Principalpoop: dick cheney
Ben Bland: I remember The Shadow
überRegenbogen: i just slipped through an existing crack
überRegenbogen )
Dexter Fong: Very wise Uber
Principalpoop: hack hack hack they call him the hacker
überRegenbogen :)
Ben Bland: Shadoe Stevens ran KROQ-FM when Phil Austin did Hollywood Nite Shift there
SenorTweeny: But we rebuilt the Statute of Libations...
Principalpoop: you know what he's after hehe
überRegenbogen: /me examines PP's Iris
Principalpoop: any relation to cease stevens?
cease: is stevens still alive?
überRegenbogen: oops. slipped into irc mode again
cease: i vaugely remember him
überRegenbogen: i think so
Dexter Fong: Uber: Stay out of PP's garden
Ben Bland: I think he's a graphic designer now. He always was an artist
Dexter Fong: you slahser
Ben Bland: like Phil Hartman. Sort of
Dexter Fong: slasher
überRegenbogen: yup. he's alive : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_Stevens
cease: aha
SenorTweeny: Hartman was really good
Principalpoop: is he really a slahser? wow
cease: i remember his name from 60s la radio, i think
SenorTweeny: Blind Date is highly recommended
überRegenbogen: | Yusuf Islam,[1] (born Steven Demetre Georgiou on 21 July 1948), best known by his former stage name Cat Stevens, is a British musician of Greek Cypriot and Swedish ancestry. He is a singer-songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, educator, philanthropist and prominent convert to Islam.
Principalpoop: i saw him doing an interview at youtube or someplace, singing songs to let folks know about muslumism
Dexter Fong: I prefer a sightless plum
cease: i was refferingf to shaoe stevens
SenorTweeny: She moves like the City of Angels...
überRegenbogen: oh
SenorTweeny: love Angelsea - Moog 35 and a 12-string
Ben Bland: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shadoe_Stevens
Dexter Fong: Cat: Shadow doesn't have *those * kind of strteet creds
SenorTweeny: Penn Ave?
SenorTweeny: Street creds?
Dexter Fong: Penn & Teller Avew?
SenorTweeny: lol
Principalpoop: broadcasting worldwide from a cantina in mexico, ole
SenorTweeny: Cheney's Shadow
SenorTweeny: great name for a band
Dexter Fong: Tween: Read Ubers fact sheet re: Cat tevens, above
überRegenbogen: | Principalpoop: any relation to cease stevens?
überRegenbogen: that went into my brain wrong
SenorTweeny: I liked him better when he was an American ;)
cease: khj, krla, kmet, i'm remembering them all
cease: krla was where firesign did their first plays, the mushroom plays.
Principalpoop: right, blame me, it is always me, me me hahaha cough cough
SenorTweeny: Catch Bull At Four is classic
Dexter Fong: afk for pparking..night to those who leave and later y'all
cease: the kmet show wasnt so good, on too ealry. 9am sunday morning. just bergman and ossman.
Principalpoop: hail rita
cease: good luck, dex
SenorTweeny: later, Dex :)
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
Principalpoop: i do need to stretch, been here hours, have a super week, ciaooo
Ben Bland: Shadoe Stevens hosted American Top 40 after Casey Kasem, and now he's the voice of The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson
||||||||| 12:01 AM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: yes htis time i depart not to return. all the best all
überRegenbogen: holy crap! Shadoe was born in '47
überRegenbogen: ver seemed that old
überRegenbogen: never
||||||||| Ben Bland rushes off, saying "12:03 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
überRegenbogen sneezes
SenorTweeny: lol
SenorTweeny: He's got the sneezles!
SenorTweeny: You need to be tested for Globner's
überRegenbogen: heheh
SenorTweeny: It's symptomatic. Only Fireheads get it
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
SenorTweeny: Happy Trails to you.... until we meet again...
||||||||| Merlyn sashays in at 12:11 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| SenorTweeny leaves at 12:11 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Merlyn: Cor! You're all dead!
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 12:13 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
überRegenbogen closes the soiled file and puts it back on Sergeant Bradshaw's desk
Brawshaw protests that he's a Lieutennant
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donk - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
überRegenbogen: g'night all
||||||||| Catherwood fades his voice out like this and cues the organist...
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:29 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs überRegenbogen by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, you slug-abed, cast me out
||||||||| Catherwood casts Dexter Fong out.
Dexter Fong: Night all
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Ben Bland
Catherwood, por favor, dondŽ todos La Cerveza Mas Fina con lima
Dexter Fong
H. Stones
Happy Harry's 2008 Summer Post
wake (the flake)
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Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Bubba's Brain

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Bob D Caterino

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Dave & Katie

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404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"