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 June 11, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern time, a dangerous episode'
||||||||| "Hey ah,clem!" ... ah,clem turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:06 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Bambi sneaks in around 8:59 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
Bambi: hey Mud
Bambi :-)
Bambi: how are you doing tonight?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 11, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Bambi: thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "Just doing my job!"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from British Columbia."
Bambi: Hey Cat
cease: back?
cease: where am i now?
Bambi: in the world of Firesign?
cease: makes sense, bambi
Bambi :-)
cease: i used to have a bootleg album called Firesign World
cease: i think it was from a concert they did at berkely
Bambi: nice :-)
cease: i'll send you a copy
Bambi: that would be great
cease: it was interesting to see them put their albums together in a show
Bambi: I bet it was
cease: "see" in an audio sense
Bambi: but of course :-)
cease: re, what clemis saying now, both 2 places and Dwarf come from Life inthe Day
Bambi: I enjoy all these dangerous ones :-)
||||||||| Outside, the 9:09 PM uptown bus from Mesa pulls away, leaving ah.clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: Mud is struggling to 'get here' in an auditory sense so he can be with us here ... updates kinda got in the way
Bambi: hey Clem
cease: hi clem
ah.clem: hi all
Bambi: if you lived here, you'd be home by now :-)
||||||||| "9:12 PM? 9:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Bambi: hey Dex
ah.clem: "get a hair lip"
cease: dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Dear FRIENDS
Bambi: and to you dear friend ;-)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies TweenOMatic into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:13 PM, then departs.
ah.clem: pan in the ducks
cease: tween
cease: people slowly dribbling in
ah.clem: most our age dribble a bit
Dexter Fong: for a slam dunk
Bambi: what are you guys doing in my car ... the foxtrot
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: I just got a hair lip
Bambi: hey Tween
cease: i hoping kobe does better at the free throw line tonight. he's off to a good start
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween
ah.clem: "If I wish to dribble, I can always call the nurse"
Dexter Fong: Bah Drivvel
Bambi: lol
TweenOMatic: How was the meeting, Bambi?
Dexter Fong: the fox trot
ah.clem: squeeze him again
Bambi: the corps was very good about things ... they broke us up into 5 groups with two from the corps heading up each group to get everyone's concerns down on paper
Bambi: and gave us various ways to keep in touch with them
TweenOMatic: Sounds like they're trying to be fair
Dexter Fong: The Corps...Are you in the marines Bambi? SEMPER FI!!
Bambi: hopefully they will look at everything that we all talked about
ah.clem: the corps always do, but the mongols don't play fair
cease: off to the shores of tripoli, bambi?
Dexter Fong: Or maybe the bathrooms of MONTEZUMA
Bambi: lol no an electric cooperative is trying to get a coal fired plant approved before the new laws go into effect ... backing right up to our tiny town
Dexter Fong: How do you like my auto capitalizer? Get the last word of each SENTENCE.
ah.clem: stop shouting
Bambi: 600 ft stacks ... two of them hovering over our town spewing bad stuff all over us
cease: intentionally, dex?
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong whispers to clem, I can't help it, it tourettes SYNDROME
cease: sounds like the way teen agers talk, with their voices going up at the end of a sentence
cease: good luck fighting it, bambi
Dexter Fong: Insist on state of the art scrubbers
Bambi: dual turbines and 100+ coal cars worth of coal per day (that's apparently a conservative estimate) and 5 yrs of construction insult before that
ah.clem: this is so canadian, the small angry men...
Dexter Fong: Just remember Bambi, where there's smoke, there's jobs
cease: actually men here arent that small
Bambi: and huge clay pots of fly ash and more..
Dexter Fong: Why do they burn flys?
||||||||| 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 9:23 PM.
Dexter Fong: Horse flys? Blue tail flys?
cease: merl
Merlyn: hey all
Mudhead: is this thing on?
cease: dont worry about the flys, we wont weigh 'em
Dexter Fong: Those nasty biting Green head flys?
Dexter Fong: You can burn those
cease: depends on which thing you're referring to
ah.clem: has already been said by the company, no jobs for unskilled workers.
Mudhead: hello dear fiends
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
ah.clem: they intend to bring in their own people
ah.clem: NOTHING for the town
Bambi: not really Dex ... it's a plant with few but 'experienced' operators; and the construction will go to union companies that they are familiar with ... might be some jobs but not enough to warrant having dual 600 ft stacks spewing bad stuff on us and affecting our town and health, and gardens, air, livestock, etc. etc. etc.
ah.clem: but to drive us away
cease: better to drive away than be towed away
Dexter Fong: Put the boot to them
Bambi: yeah, but we were here first ... and we own property here
cease: which will be worth a lot less with all that ash on it
Bambi: and the plant will not service our county anyway; it will service other counties and one of which is their secondary location choice
Bambi: you got that right cat
Dexter Fong: Maybe you can change the town name to Pompei and become a tourist attraction
Dexter Fong: Do you parlo Italian?
Bambi: just the fact that it is in limbo right now has cost some folks buyers for their property
ah.clem: "help me into this parachute"
Dexter Fong: Zip your flys Clem
ah.clem: we're bring the war back home...
Bambi: it's also 3 miles from the schools for our county and health professionals have said that children shouldn't be within 30 miles of a coal plant due to various issues for growing children
Dexter Fong: I don't like that idea...who wants all those Talibani around
cease: can the health pros enforce that, bambi?
Dexter Fong: Ha Ha Cat
Dexter Fong: Enforce this!!!
Bambi: many of the issues are discussed no my blog http://bambismusings.wordpress.com (to see them all click on the Coal Plant tag on the right
Bambi: I hope so Cat
Merlyn: A rare cartoon that uses a homograph: http://classics.tumblr.com/post/76949720
cease: maybe the French Legume can enforce it
Bambi: or at least put enough concern out there that will prvent it from being able to get some of their permits
Bambi: hey Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Homograph? Measure howmany gay men are in a standard deviant group?
cease: very good, merl
Merlyn: hey bambi
cease: maybe jesus can turn rice into sake
Dexter Fong: and maybe walk on the rice paddies
||||||||| 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 Elayne disembarks at 9:34 PM.
Merlyn: it's bisexual, it's both a homograph and a heteronym
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
cease: everyone will be wading in the paddies tonight
cease: hi el
Dexter Fong: lol Merlyn
Bambi: hey Elayne
cease: merl has a comic for your sillly site, el
Elayne: Oh?
Merlyn: http://classics.tumblr.com/post/76949720
Dexter Fong: Hai!!
Merlyn: article title should be "Oh, for..."
Dexter Fong: Four?
Dexter Fong: Three?
Elayne: Cute comic, but the site itself doesn't really appear all that silly.
Dexter Fong: Five? with lots of walkies?
ah.clem: "first class"
Dexter Fong: Freshman?
Dexter Fong: Where's your beanie?
ah.clem: 2 bit ring from a ....
Dexter Fong: sleezy weasel
TweenOMatic: It could be made much sillier with a government grant, E
Dexter Fong: I'll grant you that, Tween
cease: i had no idea that was a ref to the rings inthe tolkein book until austin mentioned it on liner notes for the cd
Dexter Fong: Cat: Sleezy weasel?
ah.clem: rococco
Bambi: regnaD kciN is so much fun :-)
Elayne: Tween, I'm afraid the Ministry of Silly Walks has all the grant money.
ah.clem: that's not all that silly, now is it?
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 9:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
Principalpoop: just a second Danger
cease: poop
Merlyn: ok E, how about this series of photos? http://www.flickr.com/photos/jasonepowell/sets/72157613841045343/
TweenOMatic: Hey P
Principalpoop: greet ings
cease: no greet rings. sauron's gone now
Principalpoop: sauron sauralike
ah.clem: just a classic piece from 1979, suffer through it, as ther will be more...
TweenOMatic: That's pretty cool, Merlyn
Principalpoop: hahaha
Bambi: hey princep
Principalpoop: hi keepers of the root, what is all this brewhaha?
Elayne: Very cool site, Brian. I'll definitely highlight that oen.
Elayne: Reminds me of the album cover poses.
Principalpoop: i put it in my favorite to peruse later
Principalpoop: s
ah.clem: brewhaha?
ah.clem: ha ha ha
Principalpoop: i already said that
Dexter Fong: Brew HaHa and fell funny again
Elayne: Sleeveface, I'm sure you've heard of it.
Dexter Fong: feel
Principalpoop: what?
Elayne: http://www.flickr.com/groups/sleeveface/pool/
Dexter Fong: funny
Bambi: 'she's no fun, she fell right over...
Dexter Fong: afk fr
cease: reminds me of a scene in My Own Private Idaho where the magazine covers come alive
ah.clem: yes, miss that part message, was so cute
Principalpoop: why she's no fun, it's ok, their speaking chinese
cease: not a fun language?
Bambi: it's back again Clem .. didn't realize it was gone
Elayne: There are a LOT of creative Sleevefacers out there! I could watch that Flickr pool all night.
Dexter Fong: Sleevefacers need sleeve jobs!!
Principalpoop: tod stewart and the faces
Dexter Fong puuls the lp out of the sleeve
cease: they're only small faces, poop
Dexter Fong makes a small face as he sees the seeds and stems
Merlyn: face the music
Mudhead: ok, im exhausted,
Principalpoop: new muffler installed mud?
Dexter Fong: Lie down for awhile Muddy
Mudhead: I'll cya al soon, gnite
cease: living in mud must be exhausting
Principalpoop: night night
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 9:54 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dexter Fong: Wow, he's gone already....yet....
Merlyn: nite mud
cease: keep on wading, mud
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:54 PM and the Fool on the Hill waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: busy planning archies bachelor party
Dexter Fong: Hiya FotH
Principalpoop: can I have that grape fool?
cease: grapes eat?
Principalpoop: grapes juice
cease: i didnt know they were religious
Elayne: Hello HillFool!
Principalpoop: did you see the Sun going down?
Elayne: If so, we can stand you on your head. You see, now it's morning!
Dexter Fong: Like a big Red Rubber Ball?
Principalpoop: wah de doo dah
Dexter Fong: Bo-deo-doh
Principalpoop: so we're running just as fast as we can
Dexter Fong: just to stay in place
Dexter Fong: Life on the Treadmill
Elayne: I'm quickly running down. Time to refresh the batteries. Next week, all!
Principalpoop: the beating of our hearts is the only sou nd
Dexter Fong: oor the gerbil cage
Principalpoop: night E
Merlyn: byE
Dexter Fong: Elayne joins Muddy in an early retreat
cease: by el
||||||||| Elayne leaves at 9:59 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dexter Fong: And the *smae* outro
Dexter Fong: *same*
Dexter Fong: coincidence? I think not
Principalpoop: lots of fishys in the sea
Dexter Fong: But not as many as there used to be
cease: i see you've been attending the Ishikawa Typing School, dex
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Tilapia down 35%
cease: i had tilapia with pesto for dinner last night. it's my fault
Principalpoop: pizadorable
Dexter Fong: How yah gonna keep the salmon down on the farm when everybodies eating them?
Merlyn: salmon chanted evening?
Principalpoop: How is pesto doing? I have not seen him in years
cease: farmed salmon are wiping out wild salmon here, with all theri sea lice
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Just a fluke occurance
Principalpoop: no, that is sea rice
Dexter Fong: Vini rice, Vidi rice, Vici rice
Principalpoop: rendezvous with destiny
cease: Vinnie Guaraldi
Principalpoop: you converted me fong
Dexter Fong: 'hink I've solved another on for you
Bambi: hello FoH
cease: Cast Your Fish to the Wind
Dexter Fong: And it will be returned thrice fold
Principalpoop: wind your cast to the fish
cease: hey merl, you know how well the danger box set is selling?
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the techoinfo Clem
Principalpoop: cool, i heard the old record player drop a record on
Principalpoop: 600 ah, clem?
Dexter Fong envies Clem's ability to make himself part of the recording
||||||||| "10:05 PM? 10:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "llanddmyne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as llanddmyne enters and sits at the bar.
cease: indeed, dex
cease: and here comes llan
Principalpoop: there is llan
Dexter Fong: Hi llan
llanddmyne: catherwood, get me a diet mountain dew
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanddmyne a diet mountain dew.
ah.clem: I do so hope I do it well
the Fool on the Hill: /me tries the door knocker again
the Fool on the Hill: argh. requires scriptage
Principalpoop: obsedianac
llanddmyne: had a big evening and didn't get back from vermont till about 10
Dexter Fong: Get your hand off my knocker Fool
Bambi: hey llanddyme lol
the Fool on the Hill: i couldn't talk
Principalpoop: mute
cease: catnip got your tongue?
Dexter Fong: Fool: If you hit colon and type the action, that's all you need
Bambi tries the door knocker
cease: aha, down under danger
Dexter Fong: Like this
Dexter Fong types the action
Principalpoop: rebienvenue de green mountain state llan
Bambi: just start it with : tries the door knocker
llanddmyne: I've got to get that box of danger soon
ah.clem: it's a dangerous set, Cat
cease: althuogh hitting colon is not a good idea
Dexter Fong: Yes, llan, they're cleaning it
TweenOMatic: Very cool, clem :-)
the Fool on the Hill: Dunderopolis? lol
llanddmyne: I went swimming and I still have water in my left ear
llanddmyne: LOL Dex
TweenOMatic: stand on your right ear
Bambi: ooo, I hate when that happens llan
the Fool on the Hill: oh Dangeropolis
llanddmyne: all I have to do is lie on my left side a while which fortunately is quite convenient with my system of internet
Dexter Fong: we call it Nicktown
Principalpoop: sharpen a chop stick and carefully jam it all the way in there llan
llanddmyne: LOL
the Fool on the Hill: horizontal networking?
Dexter Fong: Actually, you don't need to be real careful
TweenOMatic: I hear that's the recommended solution, P
Principalpoop: fong is right, fast and don't think about it is best
llanddmyne: well, I have internet on my television
Dexter Fong: And close your eyes too
the Fool on the Hill: my recomended solution is gin & tonic
Dexter Fong: Measure twice and jam once
TweenOMatic: I have jelly in my peanut butter
the Fool on the Hill: don't know about for ears, though
llanddmyne: I have the remote keyboard lying across my chest at the moment
ah.clem: I have television on my internet, lol
llanddmyne: quite convenient. I don't have to sit in a chair to chat. I can lie on the couch
TweenOMatic: lol clem
Principalpoop: hehe, and what are you wearing? after your cool refreshing swim llan?
Principalpoop: and your young, firm, muscular body?
Dexter Fong: "That's right officer, we found him lying at the bottom of the swimming pool with that keyboard across his chest. It was a keyboard from a 14 foot STEINWAY
llanddmyne: LOL
llanddmyne: not that kind of keyboard
ah.clem: many people lie on the couch, that is why there are shrinks
Dexter Fong: "His fingers were making a C demeted seventh
the Fool on the Hill: you're supposed to tell the truth on that couch
Principalpoop: sure I love you, I used to tell that lie on a couch often hehe
llanddmyne: demented 7th. that's classic
ah.clem: but most don't
cease: how about the sympony in c minus
the Fool on the Hill: a demented 7th chord? are you out of your mind?
Dexter Fong: Poop: I can sympathize, I once fell hard for a cheap loveseat
Principalpoop: i like ponys hehe
Dexter Fong: I like Schnifters
Principalpoop: adoman
Principalpoop: adoban
Principalpoop: automan
llanddmyne: I know what I like (in your wardrobe)
Principalpoop: what is that thing
Dexter Fong: Fool> It was a simple major seventh with some chemical augmentation
Principalpoop: you put your feet on
llanddmyne: some of you will recognize that
Dexter Fong: And some of us won't
Dexter Fong: I think it's Liberace
ah.clem: "let me expose myself"
Principalpoop: the transvestite told the girl in the bar that he wanted to get into her dress
Dexter Fong: Or maybe marilyn Manson
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:16 PM and Popeil'sTweenOMatic waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: steady ah, clem
llanddmyne: actually it was Genesis
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: T-storm flaked the DSL
Principalpoop: tween got a grape too
Dexter Fong: Wow! We
Dexter Fong: e got a cheap Tweeny knock off
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: lol Dex
llanddmyne: LOL Love the new name, tween
cease: anyone see r. crumb's genesis? i really think he'd have better things to illustrate
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Maryland Mason?
llanddmyne: and it REALLY REALLY works!
llanddmyne: Isn't that amazing!
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: It inflates, it deflates, it serves coffee, you can put it in your pocket
llanddmyne: lol
ah.clem: how did they get to page 5 on a pnone call?
Dexter Fong: But we can't make this offer all day
llanddmyne: LOL
Dexter Fong: It's made in the Third Reich. You know the krauts make good stuff
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: 5 easy payments of 999999 ninety nine
cease: especially when sour
llanddmyne: and never on sunday
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Wanna see something ugly? - http://weather.weatherbug.com/TX/Austin-weather/local-radar/doppler-radar.html?zcode=z6286&map_id=226&prev_metro_map_id=-1&prev_sectional_map_id=-1&prev_regional_map_id=-1&map_animate=1
llanddmyne: sorry, I didn't click it on. I'm not in the mood to see anything ugly tonight
Principalpoop: http://www.wunderground.com/radar/radblast.asp?ID=FCX®ion=b5&lat=37.37787628&lon=-79.82276154&label=Blue%20Ridge%2c%20VA
Principalpoop: mine went through already
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Huge T-storm over Austin
the Fool on the Hill: my desk is ugly enough
ah.clem: "that's a big olive"
llanddmyne: it rained off and on up here today
the Fool on the Hill: mmm... olive
Principalpoop: olive oil mmmmm
Dexter Fong: It's been raining over most of the US for weeks
llanddmyne: that's why they say about the Champlain Valley "if you don't like the weather, wait a minute"
Dexter Fong: I thought they said "Hold it right there"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (10:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bunnyboy: zip *beep*
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
cease: hi bun
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
llanddmyne: Hi Bunnyboy
Principalpoop: catherwood, give me a gimlet
||||||||| Catherwood gives Principalpoop a gimlet.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give everybody a Roo-burger, Oregon style
||||||||| Catherwood brings everybody a roo-burger oregon style.
ah.clem: "places in my mouth my own saliva."... lol
Principalpoop: ew sour, i forgot
cease: with a nice Portland Port
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give me a side order of Joey Sliders
||||||||| Catherwood gives Dexter Fong a side order of joey sliders.
llanddmyne: I've been in a jam ever since
llanddmyne: what's a joey slider?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, throw Barbie on the shrimp
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong
Bunnyboy: Ah, yes, the Aboriginal Amatuer Hour...
llanddmyne: lol
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Catherwood, please give everyone some good weather
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone some good weather.
Dexter Fong: llan: Which term...Joey...or slider?
llanddmyne: I guess it's all over my head, dex
Dexter Fong: Like a wombat, llan
Principalpoop: sham poo
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TweenOMatic - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: or a Kuala Bear
llanddmyne: so is that
Dexter Fong: sham Poo for that treasured hairpice
Bunnyboy: Sliders sound like something you shake outta yer pant leg.
Dexter Fong: Bunny: I usually get them served on a plate, but if you wish.....
llanddmyne: treasured herpes?
Dexter Fong: Would you like a seltzer chaser
Dexter Fong: Hermes, not HERPES
llanddmyne: oh, that guy
Dexter Fong: Bike Messenger of the gods
Dexter Fong: His tires are Vulcanized
Principalpoop: he sang henry the eighth i am iam
Dexter Fong: and invented healthy hutricious pet food, Iams
llanddmyne: catherine was on a parr with anne
the Fool on the Hill: koala non-bear
Principalpoop: WO+PGA
Bunnyboy: So White Castle purports to be the creator of the Slider (trademarked originally as Slyders).
Dexter Fong: Speaking of all that English royalty, I saw the play Mary and Elizabeth last week, llan
llanddmyne: haven't heard of it, dex
llanddmyne: is it good?
Bunnyboy: Dex: You mean MARY STUART?
Dexter Fong: Yes Bunny, as i understand it
Bunnyboy: On the Great White Way?
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Oops, yes or Maria Stuarto as it first appeared
Dexter Fong: Yes on B'way
llanddmyne: in the first quarto
llanddmyne: I've only been to one broadway show ever
Bunnyboy: We did MARY STUART my freshman year at WSU. I played Burleigh.
||||||||| Otto Yamamoto steps in at 10:37 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hey Yam =))
llanddmyne: in 1979 I saw The Elephant Man at the Booth theatre
Principalpoop: boys in the band llan? never went again?
Otto Yamamoto: This sucker is heavy
llanddmyne: Hey Yammy! welcome back
Principalpoop: oh no, yamamoto
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Se–or Yam, how are ya?
cease: hi yammy
Bunnyboy: llan: Wow! Philip Anglim, or David Bowie?
Principalpoop: yeah otto
Otto Yamamoto: Hullo
Bunnyboy: And did Kevin Conway play Treves?
the Fool on the Hill: Hey! that used to be myc neck of the woods
llanddmyne: anglim
llanddmyne: and conway
Bunnyboy: Yo, Otto!
Otto Yamamoto waves
Principalpoop weaves and bobs
Dexter Fong flashes a series of unintelligle hand signals
llanddmyne: It was a good production. I've just never had the opportunity to go to another broadway show
Bunnyboy: Love Conway. I played Teddy in WHEN YA COMIN' BACK, RED RYDER?
llanddmyne: don't care for musicals
Dexter Fong grabs his crotch and proceeds to lay down a heavy rap
Otto Yamamoto: Conway Twitty? Loved that Atomic Pompadour. Equal to the truly impressiveDule Ellington/James Brown Thermonuclear Conk
Bunnyboy: Finally, PROFESSIONAL radio theatre.
llanddmyne: if I go to another broadway show it will be shakespeare
Otto Yamamoto: DUKE Ellington
Dexter Fong: DUDE Ellington
Otto Yamamoto: Anythinge You want to, or, what you will
Principalpoop: just Roy Obison without the sunglasses
cease: i saw a neil simon play on broadway in 64. something in the park
llanddmyne: a friend of mine met duke ellington. took pictures
Bunnyboy: Here's a tweaky snark: Acronym for DOWN UNDER DANGER?
Bunnyboy: DUD
Otto Yamamoto: Flickr tose bad boys
Dexter Fong: Ray Charles wanted a contract for dark glasses, Headline : Ray Ban Bans Ray
Otto Yamamoto is not ty[ing well tonight'
Dexter Fong: Good lod YAM
Dexter Fong: OLD
Otto Yamamoto: see?
Dexter Fong: pey!
cease: not my favourite form of potato
Principalpoop: beet
Dexter Fong: You prefer Sweat Potatos?
cease: read an interesting recipe for beets and walnuts today in a cookbook about spain
Bunnyboy: Cheezy Poofs?
Otto Yamamoto: Call any Vegetable
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: I can't sweat!!
llanddmyne: well, I'm cutting out. been great fun as always. see you next week
Dexter Fong: Cheezy Poops? Where's my homogrpah
the Fool on the Hill: got no plans with a yam
Dexter Fong: homograph
Principalpoop: eating from the bottom of the barrel with that recipe
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: and the vegetable will respond to you
Otto Yamamoto: Get a better mobile-you'll stop cutting out
Principalpoop: good luck with your ear
cease: ok llan
Dexter Fong: afk again
Otto Yamamoto: llater
cease: i wonder if he hates rich people cuz he isnt one
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: What, P? Didn't catch that
ah.clem: "may I rape your cat?"
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: LOL
Principalpoop: eh?
Otto Yamamoto: I don't hate rich people. In fact they're quite tasty
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: lol Yam
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: It's all a matter of the sauce, isn't it? lol
Popeil'sTweenOMatic makes a modest proposal to Wall Street
Principalpoop: i think those brokers would be gritty
Otto Yamamoto: Well we has a guy on TBN playing a guitar w/his feet
Principalpoop: deliverance is on again?
ah.clem: we has?
Dexter Fong: Ah...toe picking...a lost Appalachian Art
Dexter Fong: Clem: We does has!!
Otto Yamamoto: It's on TBN just now
Dexter Fong: TBN = Totally Bullshit Network
Otto Yamamoto: or whatever it is they call it these days
ah.clem: I bass with feet, but pick with hands, not sure how that works
Otto Yamamoto: I find it entertaining, actually
Dexter Fong: "We Decide. You report us."
Otto Yamamoto: Holy guacamole it's a freak show tonight
Otto Yamamoto: Now we have a quadruple amputee
Principalpoop: no, just the regular folks here
Dexter Fong: Yam: Every night is freak night....they just change the meeting place
Otto Yamamoto: I think that's why I look at it
Dexter Fong: Quadruple? Nothin'!! How's about an octo-amputee
Otto Yamamoto: Got me beat
Dexter Fong mucks his bluff
Principalpoop bucks his muff
Otto Yamamoto: It's Exploit the Handicapped night on TBN
Dexter Fong turns away, asmall tear running down his american indian face
Otto Yamamoto: Oh not an amputee, he was shorted on standard equipment
Dexter Fong: He couldn't get add=ons?
Bunnyboy: Here's a blast from the past:
||||||||| "10:58 PM? 10:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, " should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as enters and sits on the divan.
Bunnyboy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x9z95q3uajg
Principalpoop: ahh 3rd base, i knew him
Dexter Fong: Eye of newt, toe of toad, etc..
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: lol Dex
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanddmyne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: lonely iowa french fries?
Merlyn: hey, see ya next week people
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:00 PM train to Funfun Town.
Bunnyboy: nite Merlyn!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Otto Yamamoto: FREEDOM Fries
Bunnyboy: I better sneak off, too. See yez!
Dexter Fong: BUNNY: I liked the visuals but the audio was kinda wierd, I heard NICK DANGER and the sound track together
Principalpoop: might N
Principalpoop: night BB
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: We won't way the Freedom Flys
Bunnyboy: Dex: Aw, that's an old stoner's trick. Or a Beat cut-up.
cease: if they're gay fries, they wont be lonely long. they can get married in iowa now
Dexter Fong: And the Fly flys freely over freedom land
Dexter Fong: Six Flys over Freedomland
Bunnyboy: And Chastity Bono's getting a new chassis.
Dexter Fong: More Flys, more fun
Principalpoop: and the lamb lies down in the swanee river
Otto Yamamoto: And New Hampshire, too much to my personal surprise
Dexter Fong: Bunny: I saw that headline and quickly ran away
Dexter Fong: Sonny must be turning over in his shoe box
||||||||| Bunnyboy says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bunnyboy exits at 11:04 PM.
Dexter Fong: HEY CAT: What's the score in the BB game?
cease: by bun
cease: tied at 58
Dexter Fong: tanks
Otto Yamamoto: 58 what?
Dexter Fong: 58 Cammoro
cease: odom just got a 3 pointer, now laker 61, magic 58
Principalpoop: 58 skiddoo
Otto Yamamoto has too many entertainment options
cease: but things change faster than i can type
cease: now tied again
Dexter Fong: That's not saying much Cat
cease: lol
cease: small crowd here tonight.
Dexter Fong: =))
Dexter Fong: Lotsa gray dudes too
Principalpoop: but packed in like anchovies
Dexter Fong: and dudettes
Otto Yamamoto: Happens when ya get old
Dexter Fong: How old?
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: How about premature decrepitude
Otto Yamamoto: Premature? Sure why not. Git-r-done
Otto Yamamoto: Decay before your day, I say
Dexter Fong: Okay Yam, you lost me on that one
: the Fool on the Hill shoots the reaper
Principalpoop: alzhiemers that ends well
Otto Yamamoto: Well, the 'L' Train doesn't stop
cease: my mothers alzhiemers is the best thing that ever happened to her
||||||||| Catherwood leads the Fool on the Hill in through the front door at 11:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: WB Fool
Otto Yamamoto: You can take the 'L' train, but you can't stop in Harlem
Dexter Fong: You can't stop anywhere
Principalpoop: ah, clem does not know, oops he does
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Jeeze, cease
Principalpoop: i like junque
cease: from heroin to junk in two plays
Dexter Fong: Night Clem and muchas gracias for the infotainment
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: That's like saying Hiroshima was being helped by the USA
Principalpoop: opium anchovy eyes
Dexter Fong: Srum creance
Principalpoop: toad away
Dexter Fong: crearance
ah.clem: good night all
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem and bambi, and especially root
Dexter Fong Waves bye=bye to clem
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Be well and happy folks - and don't forget to support CNI Radio, without which, none of this would have been necessary... (http://www.cniradio.com/donations.htm)
Principalpoop: thanks tween and night night
Popeil'sTweenOMatic: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 11:16 PM, Popeil'sTweenOMatic scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
cease: indeed
Dexter Fong: Night Pope Tween (The Reluctant)
ah.clem: will pass along that to root, Dex
Principalpoop: same cat time, same cat station
cease: time i have, station, not
Principalpoop: i thought you were going to get one? what are you waiting for?
Dexter Fong: I just put a cat box on my TV and I get all the digital broadcasts now
Principalpoop: you have a digital cat?
Dexter Fong: He is now
Principalpoop: a digital cat in an analog mouse world
||||||||| Around 11:19 PM, ah.clem walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: A *cordless* analog mouse, Poop
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: had his cord cut off like the 3 blind mice?
Dexter Fong: Someone die from globner's...Oh! Who is they!!??
Principalpoop: a phantom
Dexter Fong: That's Phanthom Brad
Dexter Fong: er uh Kend
Principalpoop: chip?
Dexter Fong: Mutant Blue *Cordless* Analog Mice....they're what's new
cease: kend hasnt been here in ages
Dexter Fong: Nor has Roto
Principalpoop: i thought kend was here the other week?
Dexter Fong: And most peculiar, Firebroiled only comes early and stays not
Principalpoop: but ok
cease: and dave & katie
Dexter Fong: yep
Dexter Fong: and Tom and Lili
cease: if thats really firebroiled
cease: well, we know what's up with them
Principalpoop: those college kids, live in the fast lane
Dexter Fong raises a glass to absent Dear Friend
Principalpoop: yes Syne too, old Lang syne
Dexter Fong: s
cease: Tiny and Klok are with us in spirit
Principalpoop: getting morose on us fong?
Principalpoop: senti-mental?
Principalpoop: buck up buckos
Dexter Fong: More ose! More ose! less als! Less als!
Principalpoop: tastes great
cease: or other great old la bands
Dexter Fong: Looks kinky
Principalpoop: with a little girl in a hollywood bungalow
Dexter Fong: Did someone say bunghole?
Principalpoop: i've eaten more chicken than a man ever seen
Dexter Fong: Here , try this barrell on
Principalpoop: roll out the barrel
cease: have you seen my crystal spider?
Principalpoop: was that yours? sorry, i squooshed it
Dexter Fong: Poop: You shold a benn here 150 years ago when whole herds of them chickens....maybe 40 50 thousand darkened the prairie with their dropping
Principalpoop: buffalo
cease: passenger pidgeons
Principalpoop: where the phrase buffalo wings comes from
Dexter Fong: Buffalo wings...them clever buffalo, fooled everybody
Principalpoop: exactly
Dexter Fong: It was really chicken wings
Dexter Fong: Chicken wings Darkening the sky
Bambi: thanks Clem!!!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Bambi: have a great night everyone! see ya next time ...
Principalpoop: thank you bambi, sqwarck
Dexter Fong: Sneaking in for a personel message eh?
Principalpoop: night night sweet deer
cease: you too, bambi
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Otto Yamamoto - dead from the yaws
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: A pandemic of yaws
Principalpoop: the plot thins
Dexter Fong: like the gruel gruel world
Principalpoop: yawsir massa
Dexter Fong: Score Please Cat::
Principalpoop: or just say who is a-head
Dexter Fong: Me Me Me Me
Dexter Fong: oops
Principalpoop: got money on the game fong?
Dexter Fong: Nope
Principalpoop: liar
Dexter Fong: Only bet on Highschool soccer
Principalpoop: you are an invertebrate gambler
Dexter Fong: Got a big bet down on the san Clamarone Fruit bats
Principalpoop: i bet on the san oysterine vegetable rodents
Dexter Fong: Well dear Friends, lest I be towed away come the morning...it's time to paly "Move that Var"
Dexter Fong: Car"
Principalpoop: hail rita, i will jump ship too
cease: off we go
Dexter Fong: or Van"
||||||||| cease says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, cease exits at 11:34 PM.
Principalpoop: best of luck, courage, always, ciaooo
||||||||| At 11:34 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: or maybe CaN"
Dexter Fong: Night you guys
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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 LAST FOG OF ANALOG falls out at 4:29 AM.
LAST FOG OF ANALOG: And now their heads are too big. Too big for the color tee vees. Too big for the Trinitons. I remember the holy triniton. Mother and Louis and his Lawyer. Wait a minnit! Are you fellas talking television or religion? Come back, fellas! I've got more tape.
LAST FOG OF ANALOG: And now their heads are too big. Too big for the color tee vees. Too big for the Trinitons. I remember the holy triniton. Mother and Louis and his Lawyer. Wait a minnit! Are you fellas talking television or religion? Come back, fellas! I've got more tape.
LAST FOG OF ANALOG: And now their heads are too big. Too big for the color tee vees. Too big for the Trinitons. I remember the holy triniton. Mother and Louis and his Lawyer. Wait a minnit! Are you fellas talking television or religion? Come back, fellas! I've got more tape.
||||||||| 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
Otto Yamamoto
the Fool on the Hill
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"