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 13, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 Firebroiled falls out at 7:09 AM.
Firebroiled: The Future Fair!

A Fair for All, and no fare to anybody!
Yes, it’s free!

Join the expectant crowd gathering now,
as we stop here on DUTCH ELM STREET! . . .

Come closer, folks.
Don’t crowd the wheels . . .

Doors Open!

Doors close in five seconds.

Firebroiled: Watch the doors, Dex!!
||||||||| 7:11 AM -- Firebroiled left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 12:31 PM, dragging clem by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| It's 12:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| clem - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from Billville."
H. Stones: Hmm,, no one herre, perhaps the bank reposessed the place
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 13, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
cease: anyone here?
H. Stones: Hi there, hows things north of the border ?
cease: in scotland? how would i know?
cease: how are things where you are
H. Stones: Doh!
cease: what would a brit homer simpson say?
H. Stones: its damp and chilly and everyone is obsessed with watching the gains of the boom years disappear down the toilet
cease: i doubt a homer from anywhere would be that articulate
H. Stones: he would probably say, " It was like this when i got here!"
cease: we didnt have rain for a change here in north van
cease: our govt keeps pretending we arent affected
cease: but all over the city construction projects are halting as credit dissappears
H. Stones: what changes do you notice which the government is choosing to ignore ?
cease: soon we'll have more holes than Albert Hall
cease: a lot of money that was planning toflood into the city for the olympics is suddenly suspect
cease: a friend of mine who is a very well paid crane operator almost bought a house but thankfully didnt as his job will end soon
H. Stones: our minister for the 2012 olympics said today that we would not have bid for the games had we forseen the credit crunch
cease: yes, our city secretly gave a $100 million loan to the olympics we just found out a few days ago
cease: hopefulloy the election on saturday will do somethingabout that
H. Stones: big companies are laying off white collar staff and small companies are going to the wall, food and energy prices are getting higher,
cease: our preivous mayor, actually a good guy, said the olympics would be cheap.
cease: they said that in quebec where they had the 76 olympics in montreal and took 30 years to pay for them
H. Stones: property prices are going down the toilet
cease: my only interest in the olympics is that it means i'll be able to take public transporetation to the airport (far away) instead of driving. also we get some of france's best chefs, at least for a while
H. Stones: they are following US prices which are still dropping
cease: not here so much, but they have stopped soaring so ridiculously
H. Stones: Europes strongest economy Germany which is a bigger exporter than either the USA or china is now officially in recession
H. Stones: if Obama cannot squeeze the money out of Bushs financial package, GM could easily go belly up
cease: i'm glad elayne and doc got jobs before they become harder to find
cease: i suspect it will be broken up and parts sold to other companies
H. Stones: the problem is that jobs are once again no longer secure, USA pundits were talking about Depression on the BBC tonight
H. Stones: we lost more than 15,000 jobs this week alone
cease: i'm watching local news. falling commodity prices means fewer thefts of metal
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from New York."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:13 PM, then departs.
H. Stones: they now reckon that the recession will last till at least 2012
llanwydd: HOWDY!
Dexter Fong: Ahem..it's me!!
H. Stones: Greeetings Dexter
cease: one of our city's most famous statues was stolen for its metal, thankfully found before it was melted down
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, Stones, and llan
cease: hey, its more than just me and stones
cease: the stoned and the stones
Dexter Fong: LLan and I arrived at the same time, he's shadowing me
H. Stones: leave no stone unturned
cease: a shadow moves upon the land, my fave firesign play
llanwydd: guilty conscience, dex?
cease: actually leaves make the perfect stone
Dexter Fong: A stiff prick like me had no conscience, bub
cease: thats more than i needed to know
Dexter Fong: Guilty or otherwide
Dexter Fong: wise
llanwydd: lol
H. Stones: too much info Fong
Dexter Fong: Too much ain't enough
Dexter Fong: State motto of Texas
H. Stones: listens to practice earthquake drill in CA
Dexter Fong: Screams crashes and grinding noises, Holmes
H. Stones: luxury
llanwydd: whose idea was this earthquake drill anyway?
H. Stones: CA government i presume
Dexter Fong: I can't stand the screaming
H. Stones: its the grinding that annoys me
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, hand me my medical bag and give everyone a sedative
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a sedative.
llanwydd: I wonder when the cubans are going to start mass hurricane drills
Dexter Fong: Good Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Dexter Fong: Now give everyone a high colonic
H. Stones: you spoil us Fong
Dexter Fong: Any idea why Clem is not broadcasting..still haveing tech problems?
llanwydd: type my name just to rile me, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood types llanwydd's name just to rile me.
Dexter Fong: llanwydd
Dexter Fong: llanwydd, type Catherwoods name just to rile us
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: Such a sensitive fellow
Dexter Fong: I miss our sound track
llanwydd: catherwood, type your own name just to rile you
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to llanwydd and asks "Something I can help with?"
cease: indeed
cease: this is just like the bad old days, pre-cni
H. Stones: i am listening to BBC radio four talking about the disaster in the USA
Dexter Fong: Just remember Stones, our disaster is everybody's disaster
llanwydd: well, maybe we can simulcast. I've got 2 Places, 3 Faces, EOBE, Pink Hotel, HTF...
H. Stones: thats why the BBC is discussing it
llanwydd: Roller Maidens...
llanwydd: which disaster?
Dexter Fong: Stones: mo better they should play Goon shows
cease: ive got box of danger but dont know how to broadcast it
llanwydd: crisis, what crisis?
cease: actually i probably have the largest firesign collection after elayne
cease: much of it non-digitized. i have to do something about that
H. Stones: i have most of them
cease: yes i have that supertramp cd too
H. Stones: and have converted them to MP3s
llanwydd: I've had nearly all of them
Dexter Fong: I;ve got a Phil Austin rookie card
cease: i dont anyone has most of it, stones. it's immense. the lads dont even know how much there is
cease: maybe freditor does but maybe not even him
llanwydd: well, the title of that supertramp album was supposedly a quote by some british politician
llanwydd: that was the context in which I used it just now
H. Stones: well i have all but three albums, most of the podcasts and many video studio takes
cease: oh you mean the albums? yes i'm sure most of us have most of them
cease: i was thinking of the more obscure stuff, their vast radio output
Dexter Fong: A british politician...hmm Lord Supertramp, perhaps?
cease: they keep doing new intereviews, some i hear, many i dont
cease: proc has been doing some la radio stuff of late that i havent heard
cease: maybe it was mccain, when he was in the uk
H. Stones: sadly, much of the most recent stuff is often jus a rehash
Dexter Fong: Proc should broadcast in Mexico on one of them Wolfman Jack 500,000 watters
llanwydd: I heard of someone years ago who had taped absolutely all the FST's radio shows
llanwydd: the guy lived in NJ
cease: NO ONE has done that, llan
cease: trust me
llanwydd: I believe it has
Dexter Fong: Especially guys from NJ
cease: if the lads have to ask ME for shit, NO ONE has all of it
cease: proc was on the radio last week. did he tape that?
llanwydd: I'm originally from NJ, Dex
H. Stones: i supplied them with two British broadcasts
cease: they keep doing more and more new stuff. did any of you here proc on the thom hartmann show doing his sarah palin jokes?
cease: they wre quite funny
Dexter Fong: llan: If you're talking about the syndicated shows, quite possible...but there's loads of LA local stuff
llanwydd: I didn't know that, dex
cease: austin had an intereview that for some reason i couldnt get into on its station
cease: proc berg did TONS of local interviews when they toured
Dexter Fong: Canadian eh?, Cat
H. Stones: is the Hartmann show sill archived on line ?
llanwydd: dex, does anyone ever call you dec by mistake?
cease: i hope you've all seen the interveiw they did in ann arbor at the student radio station there
Dexter Fong: dec+December...nah...I'm more of a Spring kinda guy, you can call me Apr
cease: its briliant. i'll put it on youtube if i can
Dexter Fong: Apricot Brown
cease: lol llan
llanwydd: well, I've been called llam
cease: isnt there a request on the firesign site, "if you have any firesign stuff on tape, please send it to us!"
llanwydd: all I have is all they have
Dexter Fong: Then it says "Hi, I'm Rosie rottenchrotch
llanwydd: and not much of that
Dexter Fong: Just enough to go around
llanwydd: I always thought it was rosie rosencross
llanwydd: but you think differently, dex
Dexter Fong: You think she's a cult member llan?
llanwydd: thank you boys thank you boys
Dexter Fong: That's her!
Dexter Fong: THat's her!
llanwydd: as in rosiecrucian
Dexter Fong: Henry Miller
cease: should you dump your boyfiriend if he's joined a cult?
llanwydd: I think that might be a triple entendre
Dexter Fong: Cat: Are you asking me?
llanwydd: I don't have a boyfriend
cease: just quotring firesign
Dexter Fong: A quotering, thought it was a coat rack
cease: i think it was from the 70s, when cults were more in the news
Dexter Fong: Hyng ny angry hat on it and it fell right over
llanwydd: no a quatrain is a piece of music
Dexter Fong: llan: Gotcha, like John Quatrain
llanwydd: never heard of...oh, coltrane
llanwydd: groooooooooooaaaaaaaaaannnnnn
Dexter Fong: oh, coltrane, dontcha play for me
cease: a love supreme, a love supreme
H. Stones: Oon the Amtrak label ?
cease: thre's a coltrane rif on 3 faces of Al, as i recall
Dexter Fong: 'cause I'se gon to texarkana wid and under age white girl on my knee
llanwydd: I don't know enough coltrane to recognize it
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:38 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: Goodevening, poop
cease: that'll get you jail time, if'n you get cuaght, dex
llanwydd: a hearty welcome to you, Principalpoop
cease: hi poop
H. Stones: Greetings Poop
Dexter Fong: Cat: Dat's how I foist got de blues
Principalpoop: good even ing
Principalpoop: come on now, get onboard, the quatrain
llanwydd: an underage girl on your knee will get you in trouble? Not in my hometown
H. Stones: it could get this room raided
Dexter Fong: Two quatrains running , a formidable math problem
Principalpoop: they don't play that game in roanoke
cease: sounds like Down By Law
Dexter Fong: Raid!!!!!!!!!
llanwydd: I'm anticipating the Great Firesign Chat Raid
Principalpoop: but she was 15 going on 30 judge
llanwydd: what do you think they'll find?
Dexter Fong: We;ll overwhelm them with our numbers
Dexter Fong: 4
llanwydd: my ambien and cat's volcano?
Dexter Fong: 12
Dexter Fong: 7
Dexter Fong: 2
Principalpoop: 69 hehe
Dexter Fong: Well said poop, that's got them at odds
Dexter Fong: Why they can't tell head from tail
Principalpoop: hehe
Dexter Fong: I said "tale" he he
Principalpoop: i shouted out, who killed the kennedys?
Dexter Fong: The Ramones
Principalpoop: The Babones
Dexter Fong: The Clamarones
Principalpoop: The Shoperones
Dexter Fong: First they stop, than they shop
llanwydd: the rest of you guys don't go out of your way to tell about what illegal odds and ends will beseized from your own living rooms
Dexter Fong: I'm beseized and besized
Dexter Fong: Beside that, I'm pretty good
Principalpoop: i don't have anything illegal anymore, it has all stolen over the years
H. Stones: i presume they have already switched Obama for a clone
Principalpoop: been
llanwydd: interesting, princ. I just watched Gimme Shelter with that song in it
Dexter Fong: STONES: Well, Bill Cosby hasn't been seen in a while
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:46 PM and late as usual, it's wake (the flake), just back from Osaka."
H. Stones: just as we though, Fong
Principalpoop: i started watching that the other night, god i felt old
Dexter Fong: Hiyah wake
H. Stones: t
Principalpoop: hi wake
H. Stones: i hope you have a good alibi fong
Dexter Fong: Stones: But neither has Richard Pryor
cease: hi wake
Dexter Fong: Of Godfrey Cambridge
Dexter Fong: OR Pigmeat MARKHAN
H. Stones: reports of their deaths have been exaggerated
Dexter Fong: I was just saying that Stones
Principalpoop: do not need to clone him, they all look the same, including 'that one'
wake (the flake): Hello to all and sundry.
Dexter Fong: That one? The one over next to Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and says "Something I can help with?"
Principalpoop: me, i'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
cease: how are things in wakeland?
wake (the flake): Sounds like a comedy team....
Principalpoop: put me in coach!
Dexter Fong: The Comedy Stylings of Pigmeat & Markham
wake (the flake): "Ladies and germs, let's have a BIG HAND for All and Sundry!!!":
Dexter Fong: Poop: Take the 3:10 to Yuma
wake (the flake): TRY THE VEAL!
Principalpoop: will you meat me at the station?
Dexter Fong gives wake the Big Hand pointing at mickey and the samll hand in the pocket
H. Stones: brb, Phoning Honey in NM
Principalpoop: ring her up good stones hehe
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'll be down to meat you in a Limo, honey
Dexter Fong: Better be ready 'bout half-assed eight
Principalpoop: i know the limo scene
Dexter Fong: That's why I asked you poop
Principalpoop: but my script is still wet from the last time
||||||||| 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 Merlyn gets out at 9:51 PM.
Dexter Fong: Just hold it up mext to your hair dryer
Principalpoop: there is M
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
cease: half assed 8 would be 0
Merlyn: just stopping in to say hello/goodbye, new world of warcraft expansion out today, so I'm doing that
Principalpoop: your stallion stands in need of company
cease: hey merl
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: M? Judi Dench?
Principalpoop: good luck M
cease: i assume thats a game?
Dexter Fong: Ah gaming...good times my friends
Principalpoop: not just a game, a way of life
Dexter Fong: That too
wake (the flake): Anybody want to go to Cambodia with me? Over the holidays?
Dexter Fong: or so my Avatar says
Principalpoop: how are the beaches there?
cease: a young boy ran away from home and got killed recently when his parents took away his video game
Dexter Fong: wet, like your script
Principalpoop: does it have beaches?
cease: big story in canada, for some reason
H. Stones: i prefer a straightforward shoot em up gaime
wake (the flake): Christmas in Cambodia Sounds romantic, doesn't it?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Was he playing Eskimos and Hosers?
llanwydd: Merlyn, Welcome. I'm typing very slow,ly
Principalpoop: the french go there a lot
llanwydd: oh its you know
cease: i thikn it was the game merly is playing now
Principalpoop: i never played the online version, the old version were fun
Dexter Fong: Warcraft is playing 24/7/52/?
H. Stones: yes, they just issued a huge new upgrade and all the gamers have lost their senses
wake (the flake): You wouldn't have to eat dog meat... unless you want to.
H. Stones: 17 million people online playing it
llanwydd: catherwood, may we have dinner now?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to llanwydd and yells "oh, fuck off llanwydd!"
cease: sounds like what tom disch said about philip k dick
Dexter Fong: I wondered why my Avatar was speaking nonsense
Principalpoop: speaking of underaged girls, alors
Dexter Fong: Dolores Alores?
cease: yes, he did have a fondness for them.
Principalpoop: have you done the disches yet fong?
H. Stones: depends what you mean by fondness
Dexter Fong: She was 16 but had the body of a twelve year old
cease: he had 5 wives, kept marrying younger and younger, and finally died alone
cease: maybew with a fetus or somethingk i dont know
Principalpoop: old enough pee, old enough for me
Principalpoop: to
H. Stones: kprobably just a uzed condom, cease
Dexter Fong: Fetus Alores, her illegitimate twin
Principalpoop: i ruined a classic, that is why the coach does put me in
Principalpoop: not
cease: after decades of poverty, jsut before blade runner could pour money on him
Dexter Fong: doth not?
Principalpoop: but i won't quit, until, i'm a star, on broadway
H. Stones: Poop, sign on the Starry Line and i'll make you a dot!
Dexter Fong: Professional Football played on Broadway
Principalpoop: boom bust
Dexter Fong: You go out to that lamp post and cut in front of the limo...
wake (the flake): The ugliness of stereo type raises up. I don't suppose any of you have actually BEEN to Cambo. Other than to read about it in the tabloid press.
Principalpoop: i was there, during the war wake
llanwydd: anybody want something to eat?
cease: are you in cambodia now, wake?
Principalpoop: the afghan war, our pilot got lost
Dexter Fong: Cambodia? I ain't even been to Kampucheapet
llanwydd: well, I'm going to
Principalpoop: but i did see the king of siam
Dexter Fong: afkfr
H. Stones: well, honey has gone out and left the ansafone on
cease: just a beat whiz for me
Dexter Fong: avatar speak, for away from keyboard for refill
H. Stones: well at least left the ansafone on
cease: she's not joining us tonight, stones?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: what the hell is an avatar?
H. Stones: sadly, cease she is not yet online up in NOrthern NM yet
Principalpoop: my life has been a tapestry, watch your feet
H. Stones: Look at George Bush if you want to know what an Avatar looks like Poop
cease: the character you play in an online game, i guess. or that's what i've learned from the simpsons/southpark
wake (the flake): I have heard all the jokes, I think. But having been there over a dozen times, I know most of it is journalistic sensationalism.
Principalpoop: hello, i'm johnny cash, i hear the train acoming
cease: i read Swiming to Cambodia. does that count?
cease: a big fan of spauilding gray
Principalpoop: a turd?
llanwydd: well, folks, who are the people who are crawling around me on my living room
cease: it is strangely silent here. i should put box of danger on
cease: sounds like Blow Up, llan
llanwydd: they are far from hostile and rather quite friendly
Principalpoop: the midgets? they got the wrong address again, send them over here llan
wake (the flake): or pure exageration on the part of money hungry NGOs looking to cash in on the sympathy
Principalpoop: been to the kumchatka rouge lounge?
Principalpoop: here we come, surfing down the net...
llanwydd: thanks for trying to take them off my hands but they are quite friendly
Principalpoop: hide your volcano
Principalpoop: billy khymer threw for the redskins
Dexter Fong: Poop: An "Avatar" is the on-screen character used in games like warcraft and other MMUD games
cease: just went upstairs and had a bite of what my wife is cooking for dinner. mmmmmm
Principalpoop: ahh ok
Dexter Fong: Also use in some chats
Dexter Fong: Kinda like a fleshed out(maybe) Nick
Principalpoop: sweet
Dexter Fong: My Avatar looks like Rick Flair
Principalpoop: lo, under the falling sky, easily we will lie, while i bring it to you
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, Cue the birds
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
Dexter Fong: Fade down the sunset
cease: odd, catherwood never tells me that
||||||||| Catherwood tellss cease that.
Principalpoop: rick flair? does he make pens or pants?
Dexter Fong: Both Poop; Really nice ball-points with little pants on them
Dexter Fong: I said ball he he
cease: the extra s is perfect, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to cease and yells "Stop typing gibberish, cease!"
Principalpoop: what is for dinner cat?
llanwydd: well, I'm having mushroom stuffed tortolini
cease: mushroom stuffed anything sounds good to me
Dexter Fong: Did you gather the 'shrooms yourself llan
Principalpoop: how do you make the torolini stand still for that?
cease: we call it gyudon, whihc is a japanese beef stew, but Fumiyo adds clove, which takes it toanother level
llanwydd: no, but I am trying to learn to do that
Dexter Fong: Like Nepat
Dexter Fong: Nepal
Principalpoop: i cannot eat clove anymore, i tried a mouthful when young
Dexter Fong: llan: It's a great adventure
cease: a faveourite spice
Principalpoop: cardamon is a treat
cease: my parents used to make xmas punch with cloved oranges. mmm
Dexter Fong: And wine....mmmmm
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (10:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Bunnyboy: RIP Mitch Mitchell
Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny
llanwydd: I always use cardamom in curry
Principalpoop: wake up little suzie wake up, our goose is cooked
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Dexter Fong: Bunny: And the Detroit Wheels?
Principalpoop: which way you going fong? can i go too?
Bunnyboy: Cardomom: Chai it, you'll like it.
Bunnyboy: The Chai-Pod.
Principalpoop: chai-chai
cease: hey bunny
Dexter Fong: You put=a camera boy on Chai-pod
Dexter Fong: Rotate many times
cease: yeah the hendrix band has all disbanded
Principalpoop: you shook me all night long
cease: best version of all along the watchtower ever.
Dexter Fong: Bunny: WHo is Mitch Mitchell?
Bunnyboy: Dex: Had to look it up. That's Mitch RYDER.
cease: no one else should record it. dylan should expunge his version. the hendrix version uber alles
Dexter Fong: Well *I* know that =))
Bunnyboy: Naw, the other Mitch was Hendrix's drummer.
cease: same tjhing with keith jarret's version of My Back Pages
cease: although that was kinda derived from the Nice's version
Dexter Fong: atsa nicew
Dexter Fong: atsa nicex
Bunnyboy: And Pat Boone OWNS "Tutti Frutti".
Principalpoop: ahh derivatives, yum
Bunnyboy: Oh, wait...
cease: anyone here seen The Office? i havnet but they have an episode tonight in Winnipeg that i might tune in
cease: anyohne here watch the Colbert Report?
Principalpoop: the american version is brutal, compared to the english version
Dexter Fong: Winnepeg, why bucko it's playing in Tierra del Fuego
Bunnyboy: cat: Yes to both, infrequently.
Bunnyboy: Love Colbert. Love the American Office folks, too.
cease: colbert has a segment called Cheating Death where he pretends to hawk some drugs
Principalpoop: british office much better
cease: the side effects from them sound amazingly like the School Lunch Menus of austin
H. Stones: Honey sends love and instructions to not accept any wooden nickels
Bunnyboy: Didja know that Stephen Colbert and Steve Carrell were marquee stars at Second City, at the same time?
Principalpoop: whatever happened to banarama?
Bunnyboy: And that they voiced THE AMBIGUOSLY GAY DUO?
Principalpoop: love to honey
Dexter Fong: Stones: Here, take this plastique Euro
cease: i did see one episode of the brit version once. i think it was only broadcast once here
||||||||| 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 SolidTweeny gets out at 10:19 PM.
Principalpoop: hail tweeny
Bunnyboy: cat: You owe yourself. The Brit version is ultra fine.
SolidTweeny: lo dere folks
Dexter Fong: Solid Tweeny Jackson
cease: hi tween. good news about doc
llanwydd: anbody want an elephant roast?
SolidTweeny: Yeah, glad they're OK
cease: i'm sure its rentable around here somewhere
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, what about doc?
wake (the flake): connection bad toiday
Bunnyboy: And readily available on vid.
Principalpoop: i always wondered about colbert and stewart bunnyboy
cease: ask tween
wake (the flake): must sign off early
cease: are you off, wake?
Dexter Fong: Tween: What about Doc....and Lili?
Principalpoop: have fun cambo land wake
Dexter Fong: Night wake, better reception next time
SolidTweeny: Lili's much better, and Doc is busy as a beaver at work
Principalpoop: ahh good to hear
Dexter Fong: That's really good news
Dexter Fong: 'cept the beaver part
Principalpoop: isn't that damn finished yet?
Bunnyboy: nite wake!
SolidTweeny: They just been too pooped to join the chat, that's all
cease: i just put on Shack Out on the Alien Highway in their honor
Dexter Fong: Poop: Not 'till both sides of the little pnd can gnaw down the first tree together
Principalpoop: that never stopped me hehe
cease: oh wow, this is the xm stuff.
Bunnyboy: It's just well that they're well. Wave to Doc And Lili!
wake (the flake): I personally support a Buddhist AIDS hospice there. So I know my donations go directly to those in need.
Principalpoop: buddhists can get aids?
Bunnyboy: (looks at XM) Are you Sirius?
cease: a buddhist hospice on the alien highway?
llanwydd: would you believe, I missed my very first firesign chat since my webtv broke down
Dexter Fong: wake: It's a scam, buddhists don't have sex and certainly don't use needles
Bunnyboy: Poop: ANYBODY can get AIDS.
llanwydd: it also marks the very first time I have ever completely fogotton about FST
wake (the flake): bye bye all... hmmm
Dexter Fong: Not me, I live in a bubble
Principalpoop: not me, oh wait, arrrrrghhhhh
Bunnyboy: If Buddhists don't have sex, how come there are so many of them?
Dexter Fong: Stay away from my bubble poop
cease: buddhist transvestite canadians, sayeth the firesign as we type
Principalpoop: buds!
Dexter Fong: adoption
wake (the flake): see poop?
cease: they[re alone, they've got to clone, bun
Bunnyboy: llan: Don't worry. They always manage to creep back into your head.
Principalpoop: now i see said the blind man
llanwydd: that is, I forgot about the chat last week. first time ever
wake (the flake): ------------------------> POOOF!!! <-------------
Bunnyboy: Them...and *gasp* "Bob".
Dexter Fong: Those buddhist, transvestite canadians are great writers, though, and work real cheap
Principalpoop: wow, did you see that?
||||||||| "Hey wake (the flake)!" ... wake (the flake) turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:26 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: llan: Don't beat yourself up about it, let Catherwood do it
||||||||| Catherwood llan don't beats himself up about it let do it .
Bunnyboy: Rule 3: NO POOFTERS!
Bunnyboy: Cleese got a hair transplant.
Principalpoop: nooo
H. Stones: (hands out chocolate roach bars)
Dexter Fong: Catherwood has been possesed by my avatar
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Dexter Fong and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
Principalpoop: i saw him talking about palin, he had no hair
cease: bradshaw in kabul, i remember this
Principalpoop: wb stones
H. Stones: ty Poop, do you want custard with that ?
Principalpoop: we are the sultans, we are the sultans of swing
Bunnyboy: Guitar George knows all the chords.
Dexter Fong: Sorry folk the Rach and Custard all night diner is closed for redecoration
H. Stones: they are still doing take outs Fong
Principalpoop: pudding, where is bill crosby with the pudding?
Bunnyboy: Anybody sat down to BOX OF DANGER yet?
Dexter Fong: You don't have to stop talking about roaches and custard, but you can't stay here
cease: i'm listening to it as i type, bun
cease: in the absence of cni tonight
Dexter Fong: I've listened to Side one Bunny
SolidTweeny: It's in the mail to me now
Principalpoop: edgar winter group, the mountain is high
cease: not only the mountain
H. Stones: i have been thrown out of better places than this Fong and sometimes by the Roaches
Bunnyboy: cat: Good on you! I ain't cracked it since I glommed onta it.
Dexter Fong: I wa quite surprised to see it advertised in the New Yorker magazine
Principalpoop: come on and take a free ride
Bunnyboy: Dex: But they're speaking Chinese on Side One.
Principalpoop: the perfect christmas gift
cease: yes i saw that and was goint to mention it last week
Principalpoop: you read the new yorker cat?
SolidTweeny: cool, Dex
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Yes, but its mandarin..a dialect I just happen to have written a small nonograph on
Bunnyboy: Dex: Is that like a No-Prize?
H. Stones: more like a no no
Bunnyboy: Orange you glad I asked?
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Is *what* like a noh-prize
cease: yes, poop
Bunnyboy: Get it? Mandarin? Haw!
Bunnyboy: Dex: nonograph.
Principalpoop: wow, that blows my mind
SolidTweeny: groan
Dexter Fong: Hah! Bunny make funny Brue Grass joke
cease: this week's issue particularly good, about obama's ascendance
H. Stones: its a form of Nonanism i think
Bunnyboy: Budo. Didn't he fight Popey?
Bunnyboy: oops Popeye. Damn!
cease: budo means both Martial Arts and Grapes in Japanese
Bunnyboy: Popey was Gumby's friend.
Bunnyboy: oops. no! Pokey!
Principalpoop: bluto, or he was a general in pakistan
Dexter Fong: Poppy! Poppy! Not fight Budo
SolidTweeny: He fought the Pope?
Bunnyboy: Popey is The Man's Right Hand.
Principalpoop: ahh pokey and the dog
Dexter Fong: But he did not kill the cardinal
Principalpoop: cock robin did, with his bow and arrow
Bunnyboy: Nonanism? Throw a towel over it!
Bunnyboy: Or squeeze one out.
Principalpoop: i got to hand it to me
Dexter Fong: It wan't cok robin, it was Ted Nugent
cease: i thought it was cokie roberts
Principalpoop: riding, sailing, been trying to get into the sun
SolidTweeny: she forgot to 'kick' the habit
Dexter Fong: Hey! I know cokie, she be living wid de foxes over in shelter city
Principalpoop: cokie was babe, a little long in the tooth now
llanwydd: good to be back
Bunnyboy: Sure that wasn't Nonogram? Paint By Numbers?
Principalpoop: better to be the front
Dexter Fong: Poop: Because she's part rat and doesn't eat enough
SolidTweeny: happens to us all, P ;)
Principalpoop: liar, she is pure rat
Bunnyboy: Or a Pure-Rat-Tin.
cease: there are no pure rats
Dexter Fong: Swedicus long stemmiedcus Raticus
Bunnyboy: Oh, wait. She's from Louisiana. Never mind.
Principalpoop: rats!
Dexter Fong: Then she's part racoon and part mushrat
llanwydd: SO, How many of you besides Cat and Stones did not vote for Obama?
cease: all the time charlie brown said "rats," a rat was never shown in Peanuts
Dexter Fong: Are you taking a Pole?
Bunnyboy: SFX: Crickets
H. Stones: I voyed for McCain for purposes of Balance
SolidTweeny: I didn't vote - period
Dexter Fong: Schultzy had a ratphobia
SolidTweeny: Was not inspired
Principalpoop: i saw one in national lampoon take off of charlie brown, snoopy was a rat
cease: lol poop
Dexter Fong: You sure showed us..or them...or someone...I'm pretty sure
Bunnyboy: Poop: Yeah, and Jughead was a junkie.
Principalpoop: obama lost 67 to 33 in my voting area
cease: is he running for office in the UK too, stones?
Principalpoop: you saw it too? wow
H. Stones: i think so, cease, he wants some british troops for Afghanistan
Bunnyboy: I have the whole NatLamp production run on DVD-ROM, moldering on my desk.
cease: sounds like something worth having, bun
Principalpoop: some of those are classics, i have a stack of old ones
Dexter Fong: Bunny, Me two
Principalpoop: nixon selling his transcripts of the tapes
SolidTweeny: kewl Bunny
cease: i'd love to see the old Mads from my childhood
Bunnyboy: When I go, I'll be like Marley, with media cases instead of cashboxes.
Dexter Fong: Plus copies of all the complete radio dinner shows
llanwydd: bought an album called Godbluff by a group called Van Der Graaf Generator. Anybody heard it?
cease: lol bun
Principalpoop: mad did not travel as well with time, for a younger brain
Dexter Fong: I'd love to see the old maids, from mine
SolidTweeny: nope LL
Principalpoop: i must have llan, but i was on drugs
cease: yes, i loved it when i was arond 8
SolidTweeny: like the band, tho
Dexter Fong: llan, I have vaguely
Bunnyboy: cat: Well, I've got the DVD-ROM production run of MAD, right underneath those NatLamps.
Principalpoop: wow
cease: probably the funinest thing i ever read was a tv guide parody mad did called TV Guise.
llanwydd: they probably were too
cease: sometime in the 60s. it was like the firesign tv guide thing only infinintely funnier
Principalpoop: spy versus spy was fun, but better one at a time, than the bookload of them
Dexter Fong: Well, I've got the complete run of Field and Stream on my deer head side table
cease: you know that bit, bunny? it must be in yhour cdrom somewhere
SolidTweeny: lol Dex
Bunnyboy: RADIO DINNER is about the only NatLamp album not in print. There are RADIO HOUR compilations, all the late 70's / early 80's albums.
llanwydd: anyway I recommend VDGG to anyone who listens toYes, Genesis
llanwydd: etc
SolidTweeny: good old prog
Principalpoop: i saw an old cartoon, two men sitting in chars staring at each other, each had a pile of magazines next to them, a woman is explaining to a visitor, they both get national geographic and want to see who gives up first...
Dexter Fong: Etc! What a great band, I loved that album they did called Ampersand
Bunnyboy: llan: That would be me. I will look into it.
llanwydd: bmg music service has gotten rid of all it's progressive rock
Bunnyboy: cat: They were always poking fun at media. I don't specifically remember that one, but will look it up.
Bunnyboy: GOODBYE, POP and THE WHITE HOUSE TAPES are not on CD, presently.
cease: probably a lot of refs to 60s tv shows i have long forgotten so wouldnt find it nearly as funny now
SolidTweeny: What I want is a DVD of all The Realist issues
Principalpoop: is there a dvd of the watchtower handouts?
Dexter Fong: Tweeny: YOu can't handle the realism!!
Bunnyboy: Tweeny: Y'know, I think there may be something along that line. Lemme check...
SolidTweeny: I'm sure they'd gladly make one for you, P
Principalpoop: i always threw them away before i read them
Dexter Fong: Poop: The watchtower Handouts...great name for a coverband
cease: all along the watchtower
SolidTweeny: btw - Krassner's "One Hand Jerking" is a fun read
Principalpoop: super name for the dvd cat
Dexter Fong: I know that sound
cease: if krassner were more of a capitalist, he might get into such a project, tween. but i doubt it
Dexter Fong: a lot of moaning and mumbling mysteriously...kinda like my avatar
Bunnyboy: Well, for now, you'll have to settle for...THE REALIST ARCHIVE PROJECT!
Bunnyboy: http://www.ep.tc/realist/
SolidTweeny: That's a good site
Dexter Fong: And Bunnyboy lays down the real deal
Principalpoop: why i voted for michael dukasass?
Bunnyboy: Yeah, the Witnesses have to give up the Watchtower. Only Jimi...
Dexter Fong: 'cause you couldn't spell?
H. Stones: well i have a campaign to run so i better make traks out of here
Bunnyboy: Can a Duck's ass spell?
llanwydd: I saw either the last or the penultimate George Carlin performance on HBO/
cease: wow,. thats fantastic bun
H. Stones: take caare all and have a great week
SolidTweeny: Dylan song, actually
llanwydd: it was funnier than I expected
Dexter Fong: Good night Stones, you good and true campaigner
Principalpoop: it was meant to be derogatory
cease: the realist site
Principalpoop: night stones
cease: i must spend some time there
llanwydd: nite stones
cease: anyone seen chicago 10, the sort of animated version of the trial?
cease: i asked paul about it, said they cut most of his scenes, as usual
SolidTweeny: Farewell, Stones
H. Stones: sweet dreams all
SolidTweeny: nope
cease: by stones
llanwydd: would you believe I completely forgot about you guys last thursday
H. Stones: and good night from Honey
llanwydd: I apologize
SolidTweeny: He staraighten it out in his autobio
Dexter Fong: We'd believe it llan
cease: we believe you, llan
Principalpoop: ahh you found her, night honey
Dexter Fong: But do you believe it
Dexter Fong: do you truly believe
Bunnyboy: Wow, that's the smartest thing: To advance through the archival REALIST issues, you click on the page you're reading...much like thumbing through a periodical!
Principalpoop: you just blew us off llan, don't sugarcoat it
SolidTweeny: I Want To Believe
Bunnyboy: Nite, Stones!
llanwydd: it hasn't happened since I have been here in 2002
Dexter Fong: Me too Tweeny, what shall our first belief be?
||||||||| At 10:51 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, H. Stones!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: i have done it several times, but showed up on wed or friday wondering where everybody was
Bunnyboy: llan: Well, you know what they say - Absence makes the plots grow thicker.
cease: lol poop
SolidTweeny: 1) Obama will hand out free money to everyone, and all wars will end
cease: i was here the first chat, and will be here for the last, or my last whichever comes first
Dexter Fong: Cat;s in it for the long haul
cease: goat's head pipe tobacco, one heck of a good smoke
llanwydd: that's one way of looking at it, bunnyboy
cease: not by your standards, dex
Bunnyboy: I ain't no Walrus.
Principalpoop: i am the quasi
Bunnyboy: And here's Another way
Dexter Fong: Cat: My standards are quite high
cease: we'reall glad of that, bun. you'd never be able to type with flippers
Bunnyboy: Oh, right. This chat don't parse extra blank space.
Dexter Fong: oh. no
Principalpoop: oh yes
Principalpoop: oh yes yes yes
Principalpoop: oops wrong chat
Dexter Fong: oh yes I said to both, yes yes i said infrequently
Bunnyboy: I picked up the latest edition of the 42nd Street Forever series...Exploitation Explosion!
Dexter Fong: Forty-Deuce?
cease: is that a comic, bun?
Principalpoop: that is next to 41st street, right?
cease: i see el's husband has a new one debuting
Dexter Fong: He's pregnant
Dexter Fong: pause
Bunnyboy: cat: Nope. They're trailers for olde Grindhouse classics.
Bunnyboy: Here's the distributor:
Bunnyboy: http://www.synapse-films.com/
Principalpoop: a bottle of white, a bottle of red, perhaps a bottle of rose instead
Dexter Fong: Bunny has the sub popular publishing industry at his very fingernail
Bunnyboy: Volumes 1 and 3 are Horror, Exploitation, Drive-In, etc.
Bunnyboy: Volume 2 is old porn trailers.
Dexter Fong: Billy Joel Poop
cease: well put, dex
cease: porn trailers?
Bunnyboy: Volume 3 has a trailer for SCORCHY, with Connie Stevens.
Dexter Fong: That's where they film Cat
cease: sounds painful
Dexter Fong: I'm going to my trailor means they're going to shoot a scene
Principalpoop: executive koala looks like a super movie
Dexter Fong: supreme Panda not convinced
cease: now that they're running out of eucalyptus leaves, koala's are getting into film?
Bunnyboy: SCORCHY was filmed in Seattle. One of the hysterical proto-Mini-Cooper car chases barrels down the hill and onto 1st Ave...right in front of the Post Office, across from the Federal Building!
cease: probably tastier, but not as nutritious
Dexter Fong: afkfr2
Bunnyboy: I had to blink when I saw it. I used to take a bus down that hill every work day, for years!
Principalpoop: connie stevens was a babe, but getting a little long in the tooth now
cease: that used to happen to me all the time when X Files was on.
cease: every episode was in some local neighborhood or another
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: they filmed the exorcist near the bars i went to in georgetown, in one of the bars even
SolidTweeny: P
Bunnyboy: Oh, I beg your pardon. Volume 2 is...one that I don't have. The porn one is a separate edition.
llanwydd: well, I have to get up tomorrow. anybody else?
Principalpoop: i was that film to remember my mispent youth hehe
Bunnyboy: Which I...*ahem*...do have.
Principalpoop: watch
Principalpoop: night llan
Bunnyboy: nite llan!
cease: by llan
llanwydd: good night
Principalpoop: trailers for pron?
Principalpoop drools
Bunnyboy: Poop: Hey, who doesn't like Ron Jeremy?
Principalpoop: well i saw him once, oh nevermind
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Dexter Fong: Trolling for Prawns?
Principalpoop: still liked him after that though...
Dexter Fong: Any guy that can do what he can do...hey!
Principalpoop: i can dream fong
Dexter Fong: A disturbing thought poop
Principalpoop: hehe
Dexter Fong: To dream, perchande to interpret it
Dexter Fong: To interpret it and be charged 200 dollars an hour
Bunnyboy: So, now that the country has swangled left again, can the FST put out another album?
cease: great MASH episode
SolidTweeny: I'm off folks - happy & healthy to everybody. Until next week, I bid you adieu
Principalpoop: i think so
||||||||| SolidTweeny hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's SolidTweeny?! It's 11:07 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bunnyboy: nite Tween!
Principalpoop: i can those creative juices flowing, oops, i need to jiggle the handle again
cease: by tween
Principalpoop: hear
Dexter Fong: Alas Bunny, I have grave doubts..I think they just don't spend hardly any time together the 4 of them
Principalpoop: night tween
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny
Principalpoop: they can meet at an inauguration party
Dexter Fong: Yes poop: "Welcome to the washington Room, this is where george smoked his hemp
Dexter Fong: and was goodly stretched
cease: yeah, protor was in dc for dwarf's entry into the library of congress.
Dexter Fong: or is that goosely
Principalpoop: and tommy jefferson was something or other by the hemp
Principalpoop: that is it
Dexter Fong: Young Thom Jefferson
||||||||| 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...
Principalpoop: even better fong
Dexter Fong: nad the Sepia housemaid
cease: goodly smoked
cease: like boston scrod
Dexter Fong: goosely smoked
Dexter Fong: like a peekin' duck
Principalpoop: i never tried scrod
Bunnyboy: Wellzers, I must needs feeds those who needs...including me.
Dexter Fong: Poop: Scrod is merely youngcod fish
Bunnyboy: Nite, gents.
cease: by bun
Principalpoop: thanks and hip hop bunnyboy
cease: they're flying like drops
Principalpoop: have a super week you
Dexter Fong: Nite Bunny and thanks for the News of the world =)
||||||||| At 11:11 PM, Bunnyboy rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: sudden darkness but I can see, no sugar tonight in my coffee
cease: i better go have some of that fantastic food i keep smelling
Dexter Fong wonders if the limited attendance was occasioned by not having CNI?
cease: see ya'll next week
Principalpoop: bon appetit cat
||||||||| Around 11:12 PM, cease walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Principalpoop: ciaoo
Principalpoop: the plot thins
Dexter Fong: But the gruel is ever thicker
Principalpoop: did i already ask you about a good book, and promptly forgot what it was?
Dexter Fong: He was thick in the neck as only a gruel kinda guy can be
Principalpoop: they are thick in my neck of the woods
Dexter Fong: Poop: I don't believe you mentioned a book
Principalpoop: ahhh good, excellent
Principalpoop: give me a recommendation if you will be so kind mister fong sir
Dexter Fong: Indeed, it shall be our little secret, eh?
Principalpoop: no, i am required to keep my parole officer informed
Dexter Fong: I cannot poop, haven't embarked on heavy reading since the neal stephenson festival, wherein i read, the complete Barocke Cyecle and Criptonomicon
Principalpoop: i got 8 paperbacks at a used bookstore, all new authors, none of them worth reading again, ugh
Principalpoop: ahh ok
Principalpoop: you are useless
Dexter Fong: I have been reading an anthology of Noir-type stories from late 50's early 60's
Principalpoop: not even any old books to recommend
Principalpoop: no no no, none of that for me
Dexter Fong: Ah, a little soft are you? I said as i pointed my index finger in his direction
Principalpoop: i get scared easily and paranoid
Dexter Fong: "Done point that finger at me, Daddio, or i cut it off he responded
Principalpoop: but YOU knew that already
Dexter Fong: Yes we did
Dexter Fong: Me 'n my Avatar
Dexter Fong: Struttin' down 42nd Street
Principalpoop: i want something like the stand, did you read that?
Dexter Fong: Watching the Port trailors drift by
Dexter Fong: Porn
Principalpoop: i did not get a good summer novel
Dexter Fong: Nope
Dexter Fong: Hurry, get an Indian Summer novel
Principalpoop: tolkins the trilogy, a good long read
Principalpoop: that is what i was hoping for
Principalpoop: pocohauntus or something
Dexter Fong: Well, yes..but read it long ago, plus the Silmarilion
Principalpoop: you got through the silmarilion?
Principalpoop: any good?
Dexter Fong: Pogo Hauntus, the dead cartoon character
Principalpoop: we have met the enemy and he is you
Principalpoop: oops us
Dexter Fong: Silmarilion?It's kind of a sketch/workbook for the trilogy, so unless you like really looking behind the curtain as it were, eh
Principalpoop: i don't, i tried to start that part several times
Principalpoop: the hobbit was hard to being for me, i read the trilogy first
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'll try to give it a little thought this week and get back to you on it
Principalpoop: sounds fair
Principalpoop: begin
Dexter Fong: Yes, Hobbit was kinda lite
Principalpoop: i know you cannot give it a lot of thought, with your condition lol
Dexter Fong: Frankly, damn, I just dropped by to show you what condition my condition is in
Principalpoop: at last the sun is shining
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give principalpoop a glass of scrotch
||||||||| Catherwood gives principalpoop a glass of scrotch.
Principalpoop: bring it back bring it back
Dexter Fong: Wrung from the youngest of codfish
Principalpoop: oh now oh now oh now
Principalpoop: the battle of evermore
Dexter Fong: Of course dear chap, have an anchovy
Principalpoop: anchovy liver oil
Dexter Fong: We capture them, stuff them with goosefat and their livers swell to immense proportions
Principalpoop: patty never had pate as good as this
Dexter Fong: One anchovy = 3 BRITISH LITERS
Dexter Fong: Churchill, Heath, Thatcher!!
Principalpoop: my goodness, that is a big anchovy liver
Dexter Fong: We wring the oil out of it and serve it in a ceviche
Principalpoop: a jewish dish
Dexter Fong: or if you prefer, an anchovy burger
Principalpoop: yum
Dexter Fong: Perhaps not
Dexter Fong: Ah, you begin to savor the anchovy burger
Principalpoop: that is not drooling, that is spittle
Dexter Fong: Served flat and rampant upon a bed of guaciale, radichio, and garbanzos
Principalpoop: rendered unconscious at the thought
Dexter Fong: First we render them unconscious, then we wring the oil out of them...we believe in the kindness to animals program
Principalpoop: that is the other meaning of rendered, sort of like rendition
Principalpoop: i must jump ship, have a super anchovy burger, ciaoo fong, hail rita :)
Dexter Fong: And here's a great rendition from a long time ago by Anne Chovy and the Wringer's
Dexter Fong: Cry me a liver boys
Principalpoop: another meaning for rendtition, wow
Principalpoop: amazing, you are amazing, cut to chase
Dexter Fong: Will wonders never cease?
||||||||| At 11:33 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Prolly cause you're leavin' and so am I
Dexter Fong: and you're gone and so am i
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 1:46 AM: Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss: Courtesy of http://www.alabe.com We have assembled a chart of the astrological pros and cons of Thanksgiving Day 2008 (by running a sample "birth chart" for that day. These descriptions however can apply to everybody on that glorious turkey day, even if you ham it up. Here are IMPORTANT PHRASES AND WORDS used to DESCRIBE Thanksgiving Thursday, 11/27/2008: Ideal, Energetic, Curious, Moral, Under control, Practical, Changeable... One planetary benefic is this multi -- CONJUNCTION: Moon is in 00 Degrees Sagittarius. An idealist, you prefer the grand, the beautiful, the good and the noble. Sun is in 05 Degrees Sagittarius. Very fun-loving, spirited and energetic. Mercury is in 06 Degrees Sagittarius. Your mind is very curious and inquisitive. Mars is in 07 Degrees Sagittarius. Your every action is motivated by high moral standards and ideals. (note: Moon, Sun, Mercury, Mars conjunct.) SIMULTANEOUSLY ANOTHER nice CONJUNCTION: Venus is in 17 Degrees Capricorn. You tend to keep your feelings under control -- emotions are only released in serious or important situations. You are distrustful of others whose behavior could be judged excessive or immoderate. Jupiter is in 21 Degrees Capricorn. You tend to feel that the only results that are worthwhile are the results that are concrete and demonstrable. Their conjunction is a nice TRINE TO: Saturn (which) is in 20 Degrees Virgo. Your life must be orderly and practical and full of known and familiar routines in order for you to feel comfortable with yourself. THE PLANETS THAT ARE NONASPECTED, that is without any special stress or special benefic that day: Uranus is in 18 Degrees Pisces. You, and most of your peers, are extremely idealistic and want to change society by completely reorienting its highest religious goals and aspirations. Neptune is in 21 Degrees Aquarius. You, and your entire generation, will idealize and even venerate the ability to remain detached as well as the ability to objectively analyze any given situation. Pluto is in 00 Degrees Capricorn. For your entire generation, this is a period of intense changes in the very fabric of society. Many accepted institutions may pass away or be born anew. (note: Pluto leaves a transit of Sagittarius behind on this day and begins to tour Capricorn. Since the Age of Capricorn,15,000 years long, just ended, Pluto, Venus and Jupiter get to feel right at home.)
Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss: Don't cook your bird frozen, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss and asks "Did you need me?"
Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss: Thaw out, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood thaws out.
||||||||| Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss?! It's 1:50 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed 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:
Dexter Fong
Eye Luvtaparade & Liv Forziss
H. Stones
wake (the flake)
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"