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 February 19, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:14 PM crosstown bus from Florida pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9:15 eastern time, dear friends'
||||||||| Around 8:15 PM, ah,clem walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| 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 Johnny Piano falls out at 8:21 PM.
Johnny Piano: Happy birthday Bambi!!!! (Tooting of horns, horning of toots, etc.)
||||||||| At 8:22 PM, Johnny Piano scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:51 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Dexter Fong: Oh! Tremendous Mystery! Absence of Firebroiled's monumental message much in evidence.
Dexter Fong: Oh! Where is they??!!
Dexter Fong: He taking aged Volkwagon Bus?
||||||||| cease enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Dexter Fong: He taking balsawood raft downstream?
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (8:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ddywnall close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: Muddie
ddywnall: olleh
cease: dex
Dexter Fong: LLan
cease: mud, llan
Mudhead: Hai all
Mudhead: llan, yur discambaubulated
cease: hai hai
ddywnall: we are quite early tonight
cease: back on laptop again, barely type
Mudhead turns ddywnall around
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: Hi stones
ddywnall: I don't have a lapped up
ddywnall: Hey Stones!
Mudhead: Hardy hello Stones
H. Stones: Gratings
H. Stones: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NRGNa5_dhdw
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Philbert D. Cartoonist, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 19, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
cease: keep on rolling, stones
ddywnall: hey Phil
cease: and speaking of rolling stones, here's a cartoonist
Philbert D. Cartoonist: Greetings, all
Mudhead: too cute
Dexter Fong: Evening Phil
ddywnall: catherwood, get phil a whiz
||||||||| Catherwood gets phil a whiz.
cease: fill him up
Mudhead: wif de good stuff
ddywnall: and bring me an airhead
Mudhead: Catherwood get Phil a Cuban cigar
||||||||| Catherwood gets phil a cuban cigar.
H. Stones: sorry llan, they were voted out a couple of months back
ddywnall: lol
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: Rolled on the sweaty thighs of Cuban grandmothers
cease: just saw Gonzo, with cuban as producer
cease: nice to see him do some
cease: nice to see him to Some good
cease: her merl
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: hey
Mudhead: Harro Onorable Merlyn-san
Philbert D. Cartoonist: Hello Merlyn
ddywnall: Hey Merl!
ddywnall: catherwood, get merl a ground zero
||||||||| Catherwood gets merl a ground zero.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood get me a Fibanucci Number
||||||||| Catherwood gets Dexter Fong a fibanucci number.
Mudhead: Think if I kick ddywnall hard enough in the dd's he'll flip back?
H. Stones: dont know Mud but he might be able to sing falsetto
cease: speaking of said numbers, just saw Pi, flick from a decade or so ago
ddywnall: catherwood, get mudhead a glass of meat
||||||||| Catherwood gets mudhead a glass of meat.
Dexter Fong: Backward llanwydd is
cease: a demon with a glass hand?
Mudhead: yumm
cease: just saw flick aboutg harlan ellison last night
Dexter Fong: Which one Cat?
Philbert D. Cartoonist: I love Harlan's rants
ddywnall: I saw Pi. I thought it was pretentious
Mudhead: fantastic author
cease: demon was a famous Outer Limits script of his
Dexter Fong: and riterary smart guy
ddywnall: not only that, the cinematography was the worst I have ever seen
cease: i liked the math, couldnt take the horror elements
cease: yes it was veery bad, llan
cease: flkck is called Dreams with Sharp Teeth. i highly recoomend
cease: its jusst talking heads, but what heads
Mudhead: You'll stay for the math, but you'll die from the horror
cease: i see obama was here today.
Dexter Fong: I saw Pi, walked out after it reached 237,495 digits
cease: we shouldnt have let him leave
ddywnall: lol
Mudhead: I want ANSWERS DAMNIT!!!!
H. Stones: yes i saw it cease, must be novelty to have an english speaking president
cease: it was on our Knolwedge network. oddly appropriate
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: It's behind the sofa
Mudhead: ty
cease: i subscirbe to the Rabbit hole, harlans wife's newsletter so i knew about the lfick
Dexter Fong: I always use a Knolwedge when golfing in Scotland
cease: but never thought it would appear on local tv on basically an educationall channel
cease: it must have been the first time fuck has ever been heard on that channel
ddywnall: you do a lot of golfing in scotland, dex?
Mudhead: ahh, fuggedaboutit
H. Stones: they must fuck more quietly in future
Dexter Fong: Only when it's invittional
Dexter Fong: invitational
cease: i thought i had set the wrong channel
Mudhead: I like screamers
cease: its not the sort of channel that would approve of harlan's existancee, nor he of theirs
H. Stones: maybe so Mud but would you want to live next door to them
ddywnall: I scream like 'ers
cease: interesting to watch him go from being a young tough to an old tough
Mudhead: why, did he wear a hair shirt?
cease: while remaining the same size
Dexter Fong: His other shirt was at the cleaners
Dexter Fong: Thanks Clem
H. Stones: is that a bumper sticker Fong
Mudhead: only if they were promiscous and could clean well
ddywnall: ever take a hair shirt to the cleaners?
ddywnall: they would probably use shampoo
Dexter Fong: Stones: "Thanks Clem" or "His other shirt was at the cleaners"?
Mudhead: came back too small
Dexter Fong: Short hairs
cease: you know ellison, merl?
H. Stones: oh you mean a pubic hair shirt ?
Dexter Fong: Stones: If you'd like
Dexter Fong shifts on his samitary pedestal
Dexter Fong: Jeeze I'm getting toad away already
Dexter Fong: I'm good till 9:)) AM
cease: better than being frogged away
Merlyn: yes and no, cat
Mudhead: It is 9:)) <:)
Dexter Fong: Better than being fragged away also
Merlyn: I've met both harlan and keith
Merlyn: but don't really know either
ddywnall: where do you go when you're frogged away?
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Philbert D. Cartoonist - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and wake (the flake) gets out at 9:20 PM.
Dexter Fong: Not too much participation by Phil
Dexter Fong: Hey Wake
ddywnall: hey flake!
Mudhead: High Wake
Dexter Fong: You can have your moorish delight...mooring rights suspended for a high wake
wake (the flake): Hey folks.
cease: is wake high? must be that good bangkok bud
Dexter Fong: Just folks here
ddywnall: catherwood, get wake a pig oil
||||||||| Catherwood gets wake a pig oil.
Dexter Fong: Bangkock Bud was my dealer
cease: arent pigs illegal in thailand?
Mudhead: he was a friend of mine
wake (the flake): What's the news accross the nation?
Dexter Fong: afk for a minute or so
ddywnall: not much except snow
cease: good luck, dex
Mudhead: more layoffs, its become an industry
ddywnall: what's new across YOUR nation?
Merlyn: new hires in the layoff industry
Merlyn: business is booming at the pink slip printers
ddywnall: so when's obama bringing the troops home?
cease: your president visited my country today. unfortunately,he left
Mudhead: not too soon
Mudhead: not soon enough
wake (the flake): the professionally unemployed???
Mudhead: the institutionalized unemployables
H. Stones: isnt that another name for politicians Mud ?
Mudhead: Quite Stones quite
wake (the flake): they had a picture in the paper yesterday of a US Army
H. Stones: most of our over here couldnt organise a piss up in a brewery if you provided free glasses
H. Stones: which US army was it , Wake ?
ddywnall: your ouvre there?
wake (the flake): soldier drinking fresh snake blood as it was being squeezed right out of the snakes body
Mudhead: where?
wake (the flake): some blood running down his chin...
Dexter Fong: Justt behind the neck Muddie
ddywnall: and what is the nutritional and/or medical benefit of snake blood?
wake (the flake): really well with my breakfast
wake (the flake): It was part of a "jungle survival course" being taught by the Thai military
ddywnall: what do they eat for breakfast in your part of the world?
H. Stones: i would have thought Dogburgers would be fave
Mudhead: not snake blood here
Dexter Fong: afkfr
wake (the flake): I guess if you are on the run for days and can't stop to eat... um I don't know
ddywnall: you know, I used to be fascinated to know why italian restaurants are never open for breakfast
wake (the flake): for breakfast here? rice porridge sort of like oat meal
ddywnall: then I found out that few italians eat breakfast. they just have coffee
ddywnall: sounds good, wake
cease: thaat surprised me in italy, llan
cease: great lunches though
Mudhead: bran flakes with strawberries and blueberrys here
wake (the flake): also pad ka pow/ kai dow
ddywnall: I rarely eat breakfast myself
cease: my peasent grandparents didnt eat breakfast either, just massive meals at noon
Dexter Fong: Lunch begins at 10:(( AM
Mudhead: someone eat it for ya?
cease: i looking into lunch possibilites in nyc, dex
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'll alert the pizza places
cease: maybe with el and robin, doc and lili, if on weekend when they're not tied to jobs
wake (the flake): I just have coffee usually. Does anyone here know what "scrapple" is??
ddywnall: when I'm in nyc I never fail to look for a good curry place
ddywnall: indian style, I mean
Mudhead: count me in, i can train to the city
cease: are you traneable, mud?
ddywnall: yes, wake. I like scrapple
Mudhead: NE Scrapple?
cease: my tolerance for curry just slightly exceeds my tolerance for sushi
wake (the flake): I just LOVE fried scrapple and egg sandwiches
Mudhead: like a seal an a ball
Dexter Fong: Wake: Scrapple is a Philadelphia local product, Pennsylvania Dutch in origen composed of bit of pork with fat, and other stuff
wake (the flake): on toast of course
cease: sounds like something tony bourdain would savour
ddywnall: I put a few drops of maple syrup on scrapple
Mudhead: oh yumm
cease: he was in vancouver last week, or at least his show was
wake (the flake): Yeah... I grew up and lived in PA about 30 years
Mudhead: on a warm biscuit
Dexter Fong: Got a parking space, will return
cease: the local chefs he was hanging out with appologized for not having any bugs to serve him
ddywnall: I lived in PA for about a year and a half in the late 80s
ddywnall: I don't mean MY late 80s
cease: i admired william penn in american history class. does that count?
wake (the flake): sure does cease
ddywnall: my family settled in PA when they came over from wales
ddywnall: but I am from NJ
Mudhead: How did they enter? thru Ellis Island?
Merlyn: so is haagen daz
wake (the flake): remember... PA is not a state. It's a Commonwealth.
wake (the flake): BIG difference
ddywnall: I'm not certain. I think they would have come in through philadelphia
Mudhead: what year, do you know?
wake (the flake): although I know the meaning has been bastardized out of exixtance today.
ddywnall: around 1850
cease: is wc fields epitaph really, "id rather be in philadelphia?"
||||||||| "9:42 PM? 9:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Mudhead: Only reason Im chatin bout it is ellisisland.org
ddywnall: Hey E
cease: hi el
Mudhead: hai E
ddywnall: catherwood, get Elayne a fancy ale
||||||||| Catherwood gets elayne a fancy ale.
Elayne: Thanks Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
cease: i just got Prince of Stories, the many worlds of Neil Gaaiman out of the library yesterday, el
cease: i got home, turned on tv and there was neil's face, part of a flick about halan ellison called Dreams with Sharp Teeth
Elayne: Never read it, Cat.
cease: Neil is taking over
cease: you know all about him already, el
Elayne: Better Neil than his Scientologist parents...
||||||||| Ben Bland bounds in at 9:44 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
ddywnall: I've read some of ellison's short stories. no novels
ddywnall: Hey Ben!
Elayne: Yeah, I go way back with Neil, even though I haven't seen him in years.
ddywnall: catherwood, get ben a cup of ersatz
||||||||| Catherwood gets ben a cup of ersatz.
Elayne: Hey Ben!
H. Stones: Hi Ben
Ben Bland: I won't worry about the flies.
cease: i was delighted to discover his Day of the Dead script was based on Jewish concept of eruv, a shared physical domain
Mudhead: supposed to only take a cap of dat stuff
cease: hi ben
cease: there are almost no novels. hes a short story/script writer basiclaly
Ben Bland: Each fly weighs more than my Baja beach house.
cease: in the flick, neil says eventually all his work will be considered one big work. same with kerouac
H. Stones: i often wondered what a flyweight was
Merlyn: Phil Austin added a couple of new blog entries today, but he's already over his bandwidth limit
Ben Bland: The flies are not the real thing but an incredible simulaton.
cease: wow. thakns merl
cease: maybe he'll come here and tell us about it
Ben Bland: simulation
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
H. Stones: Greetings M'Lord Poop
Principalpoop: hello
Principalpoop: hi your highness
Mudhead: hi PP
ddywnall: Hey Princ!
Ben Bland: the bees and spiders and flies...
ddywnall: catherwood, get princ a glass of clown milk
||||||||| Catherwood gets princ a glass of clown milk.
Principalpoop: gulp
Elayne: Hey PrinPoop!
Merlyn: hey pp
cease: poop
Principalpoop: astro boy, help us
Mudhead: As today is mine and Bambi's birthday, I haved declared today to be one of acts of beneficial absurdity.
Elayne: Happy birthday, Mudhead!
Mudhead: Ty all
Principalpoop: yes happy birthday
Ben Bland: If the flies could be trained to do psychotherapy... Someone might be impressed.
ddywnall: happy birthday muddy!
Mudhead: now go be benevolent
cease: happy birthday mud
Principalpoop: beano violence hehe
cease: keep on mudding
wake (the flake): I wish you many more mud ol' man.
Mudhead: sloggin thru the stuff went to my head
Ben Bland: Eliza the Wonder Honeybee
Merlyn: proctor is on an internet radio show next thursday: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/updates/00310.html
Principalpoop: keep away from the orifice mudhead
cease: they could have fly circuits, uh, circus
Mudhead: I keep mine at home
Principalpoop: that link crashed my firefox whoosh
Ben Bland: Okay. I know that no one is interested.
Ben Bland: But I beg your indulgence.
cease: this is one of my favourite firesign bits
Principalpoop: no beggars i plead
cease: when i had a chance to play firesign on nhk, japanese npr, this is what i played
ddywnall: your priest can get you an indulgence
Ben Bland: I've researching the feasibility of installing the Future Fair in Second Life.
Dexter Fong: (tap) (Tap) Is this on?
Ben Bland: And I think that it can be done.
H. Stones: i played Electrician on BBC radio
Principalpoop: cough cough fong
Dexter Fong: Attention Fellow Friends, I have an interesting announcement to make
Ben Bland: I've been. I'm Ben
cease: when, stones?
ddywnall: let's hear it dex
Principalpoop: the future fair is copyrighted, no lawyers in second life?
H. Stones: in 88, cease
Principalpoop: lay it on us fongster
cease: anyone who was ever in radio who didnt play firesign if they had the opportunity made a serious mistake
ddywnall: I mean let's read it
Merlyn: ok dex
Ben Bland: I'm trying to attract the interest of the Buoys. Unsuccessfully, it seems.
Elayne: We're all ears, Dex.
Dexter Fong: I was listening to Fools in Space -from the last FST package that Fred Z sold-
cease: i was on nhk briefly in 74-75
Principalpoop: ahh drugs eh
Dexter Fong: On Fools Vol one, track 4...the November broadcast
cease: some of that is on the box of danger album, dex
Dexter Fong: There was a mention and salutations to one of our very own
Ben Bland: No I haven't borrowed their sacred writ
Principalpoop: who fong who?
cease: it wouldnt be sacred then
Dexter Fong: Ladies and Gents, it was our Dear Friend Cat Ishikawa
Ben Bland: I haven't taken their Magic Mushroom with or without express written permission.
Elayne: Yay Cat!!
cease: i thoght you were gone, dex
ddywnall: cool
Dexter Fong: Take a bow bat
Dexter Fong: er uh cow cat
Dexter Fong: I msged you Cat
Principalpoop: i sit next to cat in this chat, sometimes, near the end, when everybody else has left haha
Mudhead: no have cow man
ddywnall: you massaged cat?!
wake (the flake): hey peeps... I gotta lam outta here and actually do some work (WORK!) So bye to all.
ddywnall: Nite Wake!
Mudhead: night wake
Dexter Fong: It was the Heimlichj manouvre, I swear
ddywnall: have a great week
Principalpoop: wake woke wore work
cease: really? they mentioned me on fool in space?
H. Stones: Sir Fong, i found another bunch of Goons which are good recordings and wondered did you have them
Principalpoop: easy to get from wake to work
cease: why dindt i know that?
Dexter Fong: Delivered as always...from behind
Dexter Fong: Hight Wake
ddywnall: I've never heard the goon show
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: i thought this hot marijuana was a ref to me
Dexter Fong: Stones, I'd have to consult my records but I'd say I have all but about a dozen or so
Ben Bland: How do I contact them? A blog comment?
Dexter Fong: Cat" No Honey Sanchez
Principalpoop: hang around outside their house until you get arrested and they must come to the trial...
cease: lol
Dexter Fong: Honey Sanchez used to hang out with Bangcock Bud
H. Stones: she may be moving to Taos soon, fong
Ben Bland: They haven't done the chat room for ages.
wake (the flake): This weekly meeting really does me a lot of good. Nobody where I live gets my jokes.
Ben Bland: They never call, they never write.
Principalpoop: china?
Dexter Fong: Laos...Taos...Maos....it's all gibberish
H. Stones: i tried to tell her that
||||||||| wake (the flake) says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, wake (the flake) exits at 10:03 PM.
Principalpoop: we understand you wake, huh? what did you say?
Merlyn: Ben, I can forward anything to FT
Dexter Fong: What???
Principalpoop: huh?
Dexter Fong: Merlyn< How very forward of you
Merlyn: anything written in http://www.firesigntheatre.com/comments.html gets forwarded to them
Merlyn: unless it's obvious spam
H. Stones: Fong, have you got, Lurgi strikes Britain, or the Spanish Suitcase ??
||||||||| "10:04 PM? 10:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "HunchbackOfNotreTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as HunchbackOfNotreTween enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Principalpoop: hi tween
ddywnall: Hey Tween!
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Hello
cease: hi tween
ddywnall: catherwood, get tween a cup of solid coffee
||||||||| Catherwood gets tween a cup of solid coffee.
Elayne: Hey Tween!
H. Stones: or the Bandit of Sherwood Forest or Napoleons Piano
Dexter Fong: stones: I don't have my chronology handy but I'll try to have it with me next week
Mudhead: hi Tweeny
Principalpoop: is that why my many repeated requests for sperm samples from each has gone ignored M?
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Mmmmmm instant Starbucks
Dexter Fong: Bandit and Napolean...yes
H. Stones: ok and finally the Nasty Affiar at Burani Oasis
Merlyn: no, they're all in the mail, PP
Dexter Fong: Sprem? I though you wanted a spear sample Poop
Mudhead: Your using the wrong box...number
Dexter Fong: stones, Yes to Burami
H. Stones: ok
Dexter Fong: Stones: I prolly have maybe a hundred or so episodes
Principalpoop: super, i need them for a recipe for FT icing, ewwwww lol
H. Stones: yes i know, Fong, you very kindly sent them
HunchbackOfNotreTween: How's Honey, Stones? Have you heard from her?
H. Stones: but i lost the list and then found some more
Dexter Fong: AH! I wondered where they went =))
Principalpoop: sorry about that, move along move along
Dexter Fong: Stones: I will send you a copy of the list if you want
ddywnall: yes, honey is moving to taos
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Kewl
H. Stones: Honey is on he mend now and will probably move to Taos soon, her partners job has gone because they are closing the mine so she has to leave
H. Stones: currenlty she has poor health, no dosh and no where to live
H. Stones: apart from that its all Hunky Dory
Mudhead: dosh?
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Yeah, other than that... :(
Dexter Fong suspects Honey Sanchez was the canary the minowners empolyed
H. Stones: (dosh - Money, in Brit slang Mud
ddywnall: wasn't he a reggae singer? peter dosh?
ddywnall: I seem to remember him
Dexter Fong: Dosh it all Stones you pick up the check
H. Stones: what utter tosh, llan
Principalpoop: one of the monkies
cease: ooh, what a pipe
Dexter Fong: Or was it a pipe dream
||||||||| Bunnyboy waltzes in at 10:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bunnyboy: Happy Birthday, Muddy!
H. Stones: Hi Bunny
Bunnyboy: Oh, hi y'all.
ddywnall: Hey Bunnyboy
Principalpoop: speaking of pipe dreams, hi bunnyboy
Mudhead: Ty bb
Bunnyboy: This Is Not A Pipe.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd in through the front door at 10:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Evenin' Bun
Principalpoop: pronounced pip
Elayne: Hey Llan!
llanwydd: catherwood, get bunnyboy a phillipino creamy
||||||||| Catherwood gets bunnyboy a phillipino creamy.
Principalpoop: wb llan
H. Stones: Hi Elayne, i hadnt spotted you there
Mudhead: looks like yur dubble is here llan
llanwydd: I didn't want to resort to that but I'm running out of drinks
Elayne: Being kinda quiet tonight, Stones.
Bunnyboy: (sings) Cookin' up a Filapina Box Spring Hawwwwwwwwg!
H. Stones: i feel the same way El
Ben Bland: I named my beach house Ben Bland's Baja Retreat. Is that plagiarism? Here. You'd better inspect my Flickr webpage for evidence of intellectual property theft. http://www.flickr.com/photos/sillyblog
H. Stones: it cannot be theft Ben if you left a copy behind
Bunnyboy: Well, I'm happy that the WATCHMEN movie folks got one important detail right.
Bunnyboy: Walter Kovacs is a redhead. YEAH, baby!
Ben Bland: Copyright infringment is copy wrong.
Principalpoop: those captures are disturbing
H. Stones: i just recently rediscovered Andy Kaufman
H. Stones: i say copy and be damned if you already paid for a copy
Bunnyboy: Has the birthday girl arrived?
Ben Bland: You should vacuum under your sofa more often, Stones.
Principalpoop: here I come, to save the day
Ben Bland: vaccuum
H. Stones: Sofa .... Luxury, Ben
llanwydd: ...and THAT's the way it goes
Ben Bland: vvaaccccuuuumm
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Don't see either Bambi or clem
Elayne: Sorry, too tired to continue. Next week, all.
Ben Bland: vvvvaaaaccccccccuuuummmm
||||||||| Elayne is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:18 PM.
Principalpoop: night E
H. Stones: i dont have a vacuum cleaner either but i still have my ouvre which is close
Bunnyboy: Stones: You share my former supervisor's view. He stated, only half-jokingly, that since he paid for his VHS title licenses, he should get the DVDs for free.
HunchbackOfNotreTween: rest well, E
Merlyn: bye E
Bunnyboy: nite El!
Mudhead: Anyone here on a cats staff? Try http://www.thechroniccatnipcompany.com/
cease: hey bun
cease: by el
llanwydd: somewhere ouvre the rainbow....
Ben Bland: Andy Kaufman under your bed. Who ya gonna call?
H. Stones: i am sympathetic to that Bunny, i made tapes of FT, gave them to my friends who bought the albums
Mudhead: Housekeeping
Ben Bland: underneath
Bunnyboy: Fred Blassie!
HunchbackOfNotreTween: cute, Mud
H. Stones: He says hes Elvis Presley Ben
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ddywnall - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ben Bland: Freditor?
Mudhead: aww, you say that to all the boyz
Principalpoop: the yaws, yes the yaws
Ben Bland: FST parodied a Freddie Blassie song. Can you name that tune?
Principalpoop: i can name that tune in 8 notes
H. Stones: can you whistle it for me Ben
Ben Bland: The duck holds in his beak the answer to my question.
Principalpoop: drat
Ben Bland: And the answer is...
H. Stones: A roach ???
Principalpoop: oops, i thought that was the answer
Ben Bland: Agent Orange by The Fudds.
Bunnyboy: Ben: Pencil Neck Geek?
Ben Bland: The Freddie Blassie song is on the King of Men album. Last released by Rhino Records. The song is sometimes heard on the Doctor Demento radio program.
Ben Bland: Right, Bunnyboy!
Bunnyboy: Well, it's the only Blassie song I know...that, and that rant it came from!
Ben Bland: Florocarbon freaks, atom mutant geeks
Dexter Fong: ;
Bunnyboy: I want THE WRESTLER to be on DVD now. My wife will flip.
H. Stones: ah yes, the victim of the pesticides factory
Ben Bland: Perhaps it's just great minds thinking alike.
Principalpoop: she a wrestling fan? wink wink
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Ben Bland: I'll try to stave off Mr. Blassie's attorney.
Principalpoop: use a stave on him
llanwydd: just a bunch of announcements telling absolutely everyone who logged in tonight
H. Stones: just ell him your broke and he will soon lose interest Ben
llanwydd: catherwood, what is the capital of boston?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside llanwydd and asks "Something I can help with?"
Mudhead: I havent lost interest, only Im slippin away
Principalpoop: nearer your destination?
Mudhead: I must say g'nite Dear Friends
Principalpoop: HBD M
cease: by mud
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Hard to get a good grip on this chat sometimes, Mud
Merlyn: nite mud
llanwydd: Nite Muddy!
llanwydd: have a great week!
||||||||| At 10:28 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Happy Birthday again, Mud
H. Stones: good night mud
Bunnyboy: Night, Richard!
llanwydd: catherwood, get me a the...
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a the.
Principalpoop: that was my the
Bunnyboy: "The Mason's face is ajar..." Oh, Margaret. I just got it...
llanwydd: ok, catherwood, give the back to princ
||||||||| Catherwood hands the back to princ.
Principalpoop: thanks
Bunnyboy: YOU SEE? You can listen to these thing for years, DECADES, and still...
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Thanks, clem
Bunnyboy: things, that is.
llanwydd: well I got the part about the mason jar but not the part about the baby
HunchbackOfNotreTween: It is indeed like that, Bunny
Principalpoop: now the voice of ahh, clem
H. Stones: Thanks again Clem
llanwydd: exactly! I didn't know honey sanchez was a real person till she started showing up here
Bunnyboy: Hey! Where's ahclem? I hear him, I just don't see him!
Bunnyboy: Happy Birthday, Bambi!
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem, happy birthday bambi
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
H. Stones: lots of people are real llan
Principalpoop: there he is
ah,clem: good night everyone!
llanwydd: Hi Ah,Clem
cease: happiest, bambi
||||||||| ah,clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, ah,clem exits at 10:32 PM.
Bunnyboy: nitey, ac!
cease: by clem
Principalpoop: night, and happy birthday bambi, thanks ahhh, clem
Dexter Fong: ;
Principalpoop: toad away
llanwydd: and I finally get "ah, clem". it's an anagram of alchem, short for alchemy
llanwydd: rather sinister
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Aha, hadn't considered that
H. Stones: i always thought it was just a computer mistake, llan
llanwydd: I didn't even get to order him a drink before he left
Principalpoop: sinister like the organ at the beginning of the stones, time is on my side
llanwydd: what drinks do you have left catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to llanwydd and asks "Would you like something?"
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Like Not Sure in Idiocracy
Principalpoop: idiots are sure
llanwydd: I wish you could hear that CD I sent you, tween. there is an interesting bit about alchemy
Principalpoop: i have some philosopher's gold hehe
HunchbackOfNotreTween: I'll check it out again, LL. Found a commercial disc that wouldn't rip properly either until I used the internal CD-ROM from my15-year old Powerrmac 6100
H. Stones: so have i, Poop, been trying for years to change it into lead
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Matybe it'll work there as well. Thanks for reminding me.
Principalpoop: i have the same problem stones
llanwydd: get the lead out
Principalpoop: they found something harder than diamonds, is nothing sacred?
HunchbackOfNotreTween: The point on Bush's head?
H. Stones: the only think i know thats harder than diamonds is translating W Bush into English
Principalpoop: no, cheney's heart
HunchbackOfNotreTween: That too ;)
Ben Bland: Is there any truth to the rumor that Obama surrendered to Canada today?
Principalpoop: I heard it was mexico
H. Stones: Searching for Cheneys Heart ...................................... Sorry, No Results
HunchbackOfNotreTween: You you have the Molly Ivins bit on Bush's English from NPR? (Bush The Wordsmith)
Principalpoop: a classic, there are youtube compliations also, he was amazing...
Ben Bland: There's going to be no war anymore
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Not with Canada, anyway
Principalpoop: i throw myself at your mercy cat
HunchbackOfNotreTween: lol
llanwydd: well, I'm going. see you all next week
HunchbackOfNotreTween: we need to surrender so we can get their health care system
HunchbackOfNotreTween: Have a good one, LL
Principalpoop: ciao llan, i will work on that lead
Principalpoop: good luck
HunchbackOfNotreTween: I'm off as well. Healthy & happy to everyone...
||||||||| "Hey HunchbackOfNotreTween!" ... HunchbackOfNotreTween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Ben Bland: Who let the cat out of the bag?
Principalpoop: ciao tween, tanks again
Principalpoop: he got in the catnip
Bunnyboy: nite llan!
Ben Bland: Groovy.
cease: llan
Principalpoop: i can dig it, i a far out kinda way
Principalpoop: n
Dexter Fong: Night departers
Principalpoop: locomotive breath
Dexter Fong: Diesel?
cease: why cant i get rid of cni?
Dexter Fong: Go down to your tool bar and locate the icon
Principalpoop: i use winamp, don't know what you use
Dexter Fong: I use Ipano for the smile of success
cease: no i had to go to a desk top thingie, listen-1.pls
Principalpoop: charlie stole the handle, that is why
cease: im on my mac which i dont know how to use at all
Dexter Fong: Charlie the Vandal?
cease: the girl from ipano came walking
Principalpoop: sure, from that bob dylan song
||||||||| It's 10:50 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...
Dexter Fong: What a smile!!!!!
H. Stones: OK chaps, i must away once more, but will see you next week i trust, take care all
Principalpoop: good evening your highness, keep warm and courage
H. Stones: Nighty Night
cease: off you go,stones
Dexter Fong: Night Stones
Bunnyboy: nite, Hemmie!
Principalpoop: love to honey
cease: hey bun, are you an ellison fan?
Bunnyboy: Yeah, it's scooting for me, too. Ta!
Principalpoop: harlain, that clown?
Dexter Fong: Ta!!
cease: was tlaking earlier about a biopic of him called Dreams with Sharp Teeth on tv here yesterday
H. Stones: Honey sends love as well, she will be back online soon as she moves from Stamp Toilet NM
Bunnyboy: cat: Yes, big Harlan fan! The grumpier, the better.
cease: see theflick then
Bunnyboy: Canadian doc?
Principalpoop: ahh super news stones, thanks
cease: we look forward to her reappearing, stones
Bunnyboy: I will, if possible!
Dexter Fong: Toronto school of medical arts
cease: no, made by harlans friedns in la.
Bunnyboy: Nite!
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night
H. Stones: sweet dreams all
cease: robin wiliams, gaiman, lots of others, old friends and new
||||||||| H. Stones rushes off, saying "10:52 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: afk for 2nd refill
cease: only 2nd? the man doesnt drink
Principalpoop: my memory is that he started doing a lot of co-author books, i could be wrong
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy in through the front door at 10:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: wb bb
Bunnyboy: Hi! Just had to pop in, with info.
Principalpoop: cool
Bunnyboy: DREAMS WITH SHARP TEETH is set for a DVD release on May 26th!
cease: info away
Bunnyboy: Found it on Amazon. Ta!
Principalpoop: you are amazing!
Bunnyboy: That's why they pay me the big bucks.
Bunnyboy: *zip*
||||||||| Bunnyboy is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:56 PM.
Principalpoop: then that is why i get the dirty end of the stick
Dexter Fong: Better than the sticky dirty end
Principalpoop: so true
Principalpoop: glad i moved up in the world
Principalpoop: who remembers All Right Now by Free?
Dexter Fong: You're not moving up, the horizon is moving down
Dexter Fong: I remeber Poop
Principalpoop: shhh, don't puncture my dream
Principalpoop: good toe tapping musique
Dexter Fong: Fred Astaire style
Principalpoop: how is ginger?
Dexter Fong: Aleing
cease: i remember, unfortunately
Principalpoop: sorry to hear that
Principalpoop: i wanted to roger her
Merlyn: Ben Bland is suggesting setting up a Firesign area in Second Life
Dexter Fong: Remember you heard it here first
||||||||| Around 11:00 PM, Ben Bland walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: What's second life (Caps optional)
cease: good idea, been
Principalpoop: i browsed some of the member sites, way too much time on their hands...
cease: billion dollar ben
Merlyn: a virtual world, see secondlife.com
Dexter Fong: What's Second Life (Caps not optional)
Principalpoop: yes it is
Dexter Fong: ok thanks Merl
cease: a step up from Second Cup i hope
Dexter Fong: I understand that some of the Medici (males, I hope) had to wear a second cup
cease: cofeeshop chain, us i think
Merlyn: anyway, see you next week people
Principalpoop: is that like putting a potato in your speedos?
Dexter Fong: Night merlyn
cease: they infect va, but coffee is an infectation as far as i'm concerned
cease: by merl
Principalpoop: don't do like me, remember to put it in the front
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:04 PM train to Billville.
Principalpoop: night M, thanks again
Dexter Fong: Well, Poop...you're sitting next to cat again
Dexter Fong: well not quite
Principalpoop: and they mentioned him on that show
cease: how very cheshire
Principalpoop: our chaparon
Dexter Fong: Yes they did, Fools in Space
Principalpoop: lots of people in the world, lots
cease: did i know this before and foget? i think i heard all the shows when they were broadcast, by merl at least
Principalpoop: but they picked him out of the bunch
Dexter Fong: Well, it was along with a mention of Paul Krasner
cease: austin did a eulogy for tiny dr. tim
Principalpoop: alzheimers let you have the joy of discovery again hehe
cease: a mutual friend
cease: my mother gets to experience that every day. all day
Principalpoop: we must laugh, right?
cease: i met krassner, shearer and firesign all around the same time, mid 90s
Dexter Fong: or we will cry?
Dexter Fong: eh?
Principalpoop: you got it fong
Dexter Fong: I'll shed not a single tear, nor sob sister
Principalpoop: 90s
Principalpoop: ?
cease: sounds kinda bipolar to me
Principalpoop: no, i am just sensitive
Dexter Fong: North Pole South Park
cease: you're still pope of al vats. i can imagine a world without you
Principalpoop: For You Blue
Dexter Fong: Almost blue
Principalpoop: go johnny go
Dexter Fong: Ooohh! Thats faster than johnny has ever gone before
Principalpoop: elmo james got nothing on this baby
Dexter Fong: neither does Arturo Connan O'Brian
Principalpoop: beatles followed by joni mitchell and chelsea morning? i need to adjust my jukebox...
Principalpoop: crystal beads to beeeeeckon
Dexter Fong: It's an acid flashback poop
Principalpoop: i think so
Dexter Fong: Quick drink something basic
Principalpoop: i call that getting my moneys worth
Dexter Fong: lol
cease: all my acid rock is on tape reels and i no longer have a reel tape recorder, alas
Dexter Fong: with interest
cease: gonzo had lots of music i have on reels, but nowhere else
Principalpoop: space trucking
cease: i should have mentioned that flick before when more folks werre here. i think many of us would enjoy it
Principalpoop: they still sell those, i think
cease: not for decades, poop
Principalpoop: oops ok
Principalpoop: all i have are christmas songs
cease: not in vancouver, dex
Dexter Fong: oops
cease: you live in a MUCH larger city than i
Dexter Fong: Yeah, and with no nosy Coroners either
cease: i read craigs list and local stores old stuff lists daily
cease: our coroners are both nosy and noisy
Principalpoop: Quincy moved?
cease: the whole of metro van, a very large area, is about 2 mill. you have that in a tiny piece of nyc
Principalpoop: Gosh, Roanoke, with Salem and the surrounding area is barely 1 mil..
cease: i meant morticians. but that reminds me,
Dexter Fong: Cat: Some TV channel calling itself Sleuth Channel ran about 55 episodes of Da Vinci over maybe a three week period, then changed its name and format to Chiller Channel and dropped Da Vinci
cease: if you like vancouver coroners, one of my fave flicks is called Impolite. great vaancouver coroner scene. i'll bring you a copy, dex
Dexter Fong: That would be quite *polite* of you Cat =))
cease: its about an obit writer, drunk, involved with crooked cops in chinatown, etc, etc.
cease: but an amazingly moving flick. long time horror star christopher plumber has a big role
Dexter Fong: Chinatown, what a great movie the cinematography is brilliant
cease: im gonna buy the dvd for myself so might as wlel get one for you too. it really captuures what van looks like
cease: obviously a rif on that, dex
Dexter Fong: Van Couver Morrison
Dexter Fong: Poop: How far are you from Durham-Chapel Hill?
Principalpoop: 2 hours 3 driving maybe
Dexter Fong: Ah...not so close then
Principalpoop: i think
Principalpoop: can't go as the crow flies, mountains
Principalpoop: have to go east or west and south
Dexter Fong: Watch out for the Great Smokies...big sumbitches in uniform with dark galsses
Principalpoop: you can pay them on the highway, that makes it easier lol
Dexter Fong: Easy pass eh?
Principalpoop: or wait 4 days in jail for the judge to come back
Dexter Fong: I'll take the highway tol for 50 Alex
Principalpoop: i think so
cease: sounds like an andy griffith movie starring bull connor
Dexter Fong: I was pulled over by a White Vann uh
Principalpoop: huh?
Principalpoop: vannah white pulled you over?
Dexter Fong: Is that a vowel or a consanant, Poop?
cease: a movie about how fascism may even come to this country
Dexter Fong: Noooo!
Dexter Fong: Fascismbook
Principalpoop: too late cat, already here
Principalpoop: even obama, keeping bushes legal stances...
cease: you dont think obama can undo?
Dexter Fong: Poop: He's talking about Canada
cease: not so lol
cease: fascism actually came here. we had the war powers act in 1970
Dexter Fong: Agreed, not so lol
cease: you could go to jail for saying you didnt support the govt
Principalpoop: obama is agreeing with bush, like some guy who was tortured cannot sue in court about being tortured because it will reveal secrets of how we, ahh torture people
Dexter Fong: and be fined
cease: its is hard for an empire to de-empiricize, poop
Dexter Fong: Obama's skin is *not* rented
Principalpoop: we have a guy in jail, 7 years, never been charged with anything, on the rachel meadows show the other night, obama is not helping
cease: power doesnt give up, it just isnt supported
cease: true poop
Dexter Fong: true, poop?
Principalpoop: obama may agree rove has executive priviladege about the attorney firings
Principalpoop: yes fong
cease: that is very bad, poop
Dexter Fong: yes, fong
Principalpoop: supreme court hearing the case in april lol
cease: you;'re fong
Principalpoop: only took 7 years to asked to be charged or something
Dexter Fong: Cheney pressured Bush to pardon Scooter and was/is very pissed he didn't
Principalpoop: b..stards
Dexter Fong: Good to see a little friction in the ranks
Principalpoop: gave him a free walk, but no pardon
cease: little is right
Dexter Fong: From little frictions great rashes grow
cease: they are too dependent on each other to actually fight
Principalpoop: rush limbaugh making some enemies on the right also
Dexter Fong: Not so Cat" For the last couple weeks of Bush's term, he wouldn't talk to Cheney
Dexter Fong: Interesting: WHile congressional and Snate Reps are united against Obama, Rep Governors are not
cease: but they are not divide and conquerable
cease: rep governors dont vote in your senate
Dexter Fong: divisble and de invisible
Dexter Fong: Cat: No they don't but they are often a better barometer of how the folks in their states are leaning
Dexter Fong: In other words, they see the handwriting on the cave wall
Principalpoop: they see their revenues going into the toilet...
cease: as if a republican pres. candidate could win california
Dexter Fong: It's not a tuuuumooor!
Principalpoop: they elected ronnie, can never forgive them for that
cease: the republicans are a facade for Far more powerful forces, that even with the current collapse, still have more control thaneither bush or cheyney
Dexter Fong: Oh, Poop..If that's all you have to face in you're remaining years
cease: what chicano would vote for a repub in cal? and thats half the state
Principalpoop: sure, i saw part of that swiss dovos meeting, murdoch and the ceo of carlye group and dupont and others, they live on a different planet from me
Dexter Fong: Well, Cubans and Haitians have been voting Repub for a number of years
cease: the rich arnt likeus, quoth scott fitzgerald
Principalpoop: they are traditional catholics, can lean to right hard
Dexter Fong: and the genuflect..genuflect..genuflect
Dexter Fong: they
cease: but arnt as likely to be deported, which the repubs in cal, arizona, etc want to do
cease: i have met more immigrants to the us, from non-mexico, who dont want any mexicans to come there
Principalpoop: i say open borders, despicable to treat humans like cattle...
Dexter Fong: Dear Friends, at the present time, nothing is of more import than the global economy
cease: its bascially rich vs poor, not to much race
cease: beefore ww1 anyone could travel without a passport
Dexter Fong: Poor rich, happy poor
cease: in a Jorge
Principalpoop: they fingerprint all foreign nationals entering the usa now
cease: in a Jorge Amado novel, yes, dex. in real life, not so much
Dexter Fong: Cat: You're damn skippy, why I invaded germany without a visa card
cease: if they catch them,poop
Dexter Fong: or pooping
Principalpoop: sure, at the gates haha
cease: i invaded belgium too, but that was a trip
Dexter Fong: they do it anywhere they want
Dexter Fong: You cannot control an illegal immigrant
Principalpoop: we must have control, seig heil
Dexter Fong: IllImm beer
Dexter Fong: It's wet, just like the Rio Grande
cease: one of my fave quotes is from malcolm lowrey, former van resident and author of Under the Volcano:
Dexter Fong: Acave dweller
Principalpoop: i blame neil diamond, and his song about coming to america
cease: Over every free man hangs the shadow of the immigration inspector
cease: and he was a british consul in mexico, ergo, an immigration inspector
Dexter Fong: We must hang the Inspector ar we shall all hang illegaly
cease: neil has much to blame for
Principalpoop: they did not close the border around oklahoma after the ok city bombing...
cease: unfortunately
Principalpoop: why close these borders?
Dexter Fong: Well, the dead couldn't leave, and no one wanted to enter
cease: my parents were duped seriously by that ok charlatan, anal roberts
Dexter Fong: Stale, mate
Principalpoop: i saw a majority of americans believe in creatinism
Principalpoop: creationism
cease: have you read ursula k leguin's earth sea trilogy, dex?
Dexter Fong: No, poop; cretinism is correct
Principalpoop: years ago cat
cease: creatonism, creationism, whats the dif?
Dexter Fong: No Cat, but I have read STEPHENSOMS" latest collosal book, ANETHEN
cease: in the last volume, her riff on death and why we need it is the best i've ever encounnteredin all of likt
Principalpoop: have not got that yet, a good one?
cease: i have a link, let me try and find it with this hard to use mac
Principalpoop: don rickles used to say that
Principalpoop: death can be funny, for instance, if so and so died, that would make me laugh
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's definitely not as propulsive a plot as Barock or Crypto but if you can hang on, he really gets it going in the last third of the 900 odd pages
Principalpoop: ok, thanks
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'd say wait for paperback
Dexter Fong: okay gpong afk for 3rd refil
Principalpoop: oops, not in paperback yet? no fear fong
cease: http://www.moniqueishikawa.com/library/08.htm
Principalpoop: i liked ursula, may have to find what I have and read her again
cease: i was kinda disspointed when she decided to openup the trilogy.
cease: it was perfect at 3, less so with more
cease: imagine if tolkein had had a sequel to lord of the rings
cease: however good the tale or the writing, it would have defeated the whole idea of the trilogy
Principalpoop: i tried a handful of new female sci-fi/fantasy writers, none of them made me want to read more
Principalpoop: i thought he did have a sequel, that long unintelligble thing
cease: i havnet read any fiction in a while. plan to re-read tolkein duriing operation, than maybe more fiction
Principalpoop: scallion, skamillion i don't know
Dexter Fong: back
Principalpoop: wb fong
cease: no, that was more of an appendix. the silmarillion. took place long beforfe thelord of therintgs story
Dexter Fong: Poop: YOu mean the Silmirionum?
Principalpoop: i am re-reading jack chalker, he goes wild
Dexter Fong: Cat: Right
Principalpoop: ahhh ok, i thought it was a sequel
Dexter Fong: The SIL was kinda of a work book for Tol
Dexter Fong: He worked out some parallel histories and tried out some ideas for stories
Dexter Fong: There was a really good story though..The Shire Strikes Back or Hobbits on the Picket Line
Principalpoop: Lord Foul still around anywhere, in the stephenson books?
||||||||| 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: that was a fun trilogy
Dexter Fong: Lord Foul?
Dexter Fong: Is that from his early work
Principalpoop: a different stephenson
Dexter Fong: Robert Louis StephensoN?
Principalpoop: stephen donaldson oops
Dexter Fong: Opps? I know Whoopie Opps
Dexter Fong: Ooops
Dexter Fong: Oops
Principalpoop: oonie oops
Dexter Fong: Uma Ooops
cease: i must read more stephanson. only book i read by him was snowcrash
Dexter Fong: Oprey Oops
Principalpoop: stephen donaldson is super
Dexter Fong: Did you like it Cat?
cease: klok was always reccomending him.
cease: i owe it to klok to read moreofhis work
cease: veery much, dex
Dexter Fong: Klok was a coniseur (sp)
Dexter Fong: Neal Stephensom. right Cat?
cease: no ellison, but a page turner
cease: yes, dex
cease: me? spel? LOL
Principalpoop: almost a pynchon, almost
Dexter Fong: I'd recommend Cryptonomican as an entering experience
Dexter Fong: He writes really long booksthe plots are usually engrossing
cease: yes i proimed klok i'd read that. he's dead and i'm not
Dexter Fong: but he does spend a lot of time "farming ideas"
Principalpoop: do it just because it is a fun book
Dexter Fong: Cat: Then he'll never know...............prolly
cease: pyncheon wrote crying of lot 49, a book i've read more than 50 times
cease: who knows?
Principalpoop: never read that one
Dexter Fong: I know Pyncheon wrote Crying
Principalpoop: gravity's rainbow, a few times, and V
Dexter Fong: So did Roy Orbison
Principalpoop: V is fun
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'd say theat stephenson is rather more accessible, do you?
Principalpoop: i need to work on my book review vocabulary skills
Dexter Fong: Bithcin'
Principalpoop: yes, without a doubt fong
Dexter Fong: Bitchin
cease: http://www.moniqueishikawa.com/library/12.html
Principalpoop: ok ok, i will buy it
cease: in firesign, in cryihg in tolkek and few other places, onefindsother worlds
Principalpoop: sure
cease: that offer useful perspectives on our own
Dexter Fong: well dear friends, it's late and i must do what I gotta do, cowboy up, face the musique and dance etc
cease: if you have a library in a big city,no need to buy
Principalpoop: poke me with a fork, like a potato, i am done
cease: yes dex and pooop, it is late in yhour lands
Principalpoop: i abuse books
Dexter Fong: Just six more days till we meet again
Principalpoop: bend pages, read on the toilet, smoke
cease: as long as you also use them, its good
cease: indeed, dex
Dexter Fong: I do all three at once poop
cease: off we fly then
Principalpoop: night night, have a super week, and thanks so much again
||||||||| cease 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..."
Principalpoop: fong!?
Dexter Fong: Night also Poop
Principalpoop: night
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:11 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: and Cat, already in progress
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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
Dexter Fong
H. Stones
Johnny Piano
Philbert D. Cartoonist
wake (the flake)
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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kend^/Dr. Headphones

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

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LeatherG & SO

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Ah, Clem and Bambi

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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

peggy.jpg (5240 bytes)
Peggy Blisswhips

audrey.jpg (4873 bytes)
Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"