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 August 06, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez inside, makes a note of the time (6:10 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: RALPH: Hiya friends, Ralph Spoilsport, Ralph Spoilsport Motors, with the car designed with your mind in mind. Let's just look at the extras on this fabulous car (etcetera etceter-ar-extras) chrome fender dents, ... and sponge coated edible steering column, ... with doors to match! Birch's Blacklist says this automobile is stolen, but for you friends only two thousand five hundred dollars in easy monthly payments, or once a week, twice a week, and never on Sunday ... with the look of real wood, for the channel of your choice. CUSTOMER: Ralph Ralph, I'll take it! I just can't wait to get away from it all! RALPH: Happy motoring, ... back on the freeway, which is already in progress. CUSTOMER: Let's see. Do I want to take the Antelope Freeway north ... ? MOTION ACTIVATED TALKING FREEWAY SIGN: Shadow Valley Condos. If you lived here, you'ld be home by now.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Catherwood, sing to me baby you can drive my car.
||||||||| Catherwood drives Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez's car.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Cash my car in, Catherwood, it is a clunker.
||||||||| Catherwood cashes Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez's car in it is a clunker.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Sing baby you can crush my old cars they were clunkers, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood crushes Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez's old cars they were clunkers.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Voucher for all, Catherwood, and all for one.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez and inquires "Would you like something?"
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Endorse my trade in and voucher, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood endorses Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez's trade in and voucher.
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Thank you, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Catherwood, have a nice thursday, chat.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez!"
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Have a long winded diverse yet opinionated discussion for the eternal archive then, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez and asks "Did you need me?"
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez: Not at all. See me anon, Catherwood, it is midsummer.
||||||||| Catherwood sees Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez anon it is midsummer.
||||||||| Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez leaves at 6:18 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:20 AM, then departs.
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: REGARDING HR 2346 and HR 3435 Supplemental Extension to the Cash For Clunkers Bill. The following amendment is recommended producing a subsection which would be included in Public Law 111-32 Title XIII Section 1302 as: (h) The Secretary of Transportation is given the mandate by this subsection to produce some financial return for the United States from the program as financed and supplemented. The Secretary shall work together with the Secretary of the Treasury and the Bureau of Printing and Engraving and in cooperation with the management of the Public Debt, the National Debt, and the OMB, to obtain priority and preferred bidder status to enable purchase of the inventory in metric tons of the scrap metal obtained from the program, Cash For Clunkers, including engine blocks, transmissions, drive trains, shafts, rear end differentials, axles, and wheels, to be separated into aluminum, iron, nickel, copper, and lead, if any, component ingots to supplement the future minting of coins and making of engraving plates used in the manufacture of the currency of the United States, or, if such is the case, for use as repayment to metal suppliers who have provided the raw material metallic component ingots for use in previous minting and manufacture of United States coins and currency.
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: Write your senator, Catherwood, he or she is voting on cash for clunkers today again.
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah and yells "My ears are burning..."
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: They're going to pay more for nothing unless they implement my ideas, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood implements Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah's ideas.
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: Say hello to my china doll, Catherwood, and pay for the national debt.
||||||||| Catherwood says "hello, my china doll and pay for the national debt"
||||||||| "Hey Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah!" ... Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 6:24 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah', just granted probation at 6:45 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: Correction, Catherwood, the subsection would be k not h, I was reading the alphabet backwards.
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah and inquires "Something I can help with?"
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah: Read my alphabet correctly, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood reads Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah's alphabet correctly.
||||||||| "6:47 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| 5:25 PM: RedPillTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
||||||||| It's 5:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "6:30 PM and late as usual, it's Firebroiled, just back from Billville."
Firebroiled: We know for certain, for instance,
that for some reason,
for some time in the beginning,
there were hot lumps.

Cold and lonely,
they whirled noiselessly through the black holes of space.

These insignificant lumps came together to form the first union
-- our Sun, the heating system.

And about this glowing gasbag rotated the Earth,
a cat’s-eye amoung aggies,
blinking in astonishment across the Face of Time . . .

||||||||| 6:30 PM -- Firebroiled left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 06, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Vancouver."
cease: this is thursday, right?
||||||||| Catherwood leads AnimalLovingTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
AnimalLovingTweeny: Hey cease
cease: hey tween
AnimalLovingTweeny: clem & Bambi's pet cat has died
cease: oh no!
AnimalLovingTweeny: They're very upset
cease: of course
AnimalLovingTweeny: Root was part of the family
cease: they were keepers of the root
||||||||| llanwydd waltzes in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
llanwydd: good evening
AnimalLovingTweeny: Hi Llan
cease: hi llan
AnimalLovingTweeny: clem & Bambi's pet cat has died, and they're pretty torn up about it. No show tonight
llanwydd: very understandable
llanwydd: how old was root?
llanwydd: maybe they never said
cease: quite old, as i recall
cease: they had many great years together
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
llanwydd: Hey Dex!
AnimalLovingTweeny: Hi Dex
cease: and speaking of people with unrliable recall....
AnimalLovingTweeny: Check the log
Dexter Fong: Hello small chat group
AnimalLovingTweeny: I just asked in the CNI IRC chat
cease: hello expanded consciousness fong
Dexter Fong: The CNI IRC chat is coming here?
Dexter Fong: That might even double our numbers
llanwydd: no, there is no cni tonight
Dexter Fong: Then our numbers shall remain unchanged
llanwydd: except that bambi and clem won't be here
cease: its not in our numbers, its in our firesign refs
AnimalLovingTweeny: >>JL Root was only a bit over 5 years, as we have estimated<<
llanwydd: they are mourning the death of their pet
cease: oh i was wrong, tween.
cease: i guess they just talked of him as being old, or with them for some time
Dexter Fong: speaking of people with unreliable recall
AnimalLovingTweeny: Some sort of kidney failure
cease: lol dex
AnimalLovingTweeny: Blockage by kidney stones
Dexter Fong: tyvm Cat
llanwydd: well, I had my picture in the glens falls post star today
cease: common cat fate, tween
Dexter Fong: DUI?
llanwydd: and possibly in the saratogian
cease: what happened, llan?
AnimalLovingTweeny: lol Dex
llanwydd: that film shoot I told you about was covered in the paper
cease: ands
Dexter Fong Local boy makes good....film at eleven"
llanwydd: nhjm,k;l
Dexter Fong: llan is typing in toungues again
llanwydd: not quite like that but it was about the film
cease: lol dex
llanwydd: they are wrapping up production in september after two years and it will be shown on pbs in a few months
cease: with you in it?
llanwydd: yeah, I'm in several scenes, mostly in disguise
Dexter Fong: llan: We don't know what you like like anyway so why the disguise?
llanwydd: but in the scene they where they showed me in the paper I am quite unobscure
cease: with lucy?
Dexter Fong: Full frontal closeup?
Dexter Fong: What's the name of the film, or the subject?
llanwydd: well, you can't show russian interpreter who looks like arafat or an iranian arms smuggler
Dexter Fong: llan: Some of the best Russian interpreters *are* Iranian arms smugglers
||||||||| 9:29 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Dexter Fong: Hiya poop
llanwydd: the film is called Turmoil and Triumph. it's a documentary about former secretary of state george schultz
cease: hi poop
AnimalLovingTweeny: Hey P
Principalpoop: hello all
AnimalLovingTweeny: Root Cat is no more, so no show tonight
llanwydd: Hey Princi
Dexter Fong: Isn't Schultz the guy that did Peanuts?
Principalpoop: what? what happened to root cat?
cease: all our best to the tribe of the root
Principalpoop: i was going to say that fong
llanwydd: you are probably thinking of charles schultz, dex
AnimalLovingTweeny: No, that's the clown, not the cartoonist ;)
cease: soiunds like a krssner cartton, dex. shultz "doint" peanuts
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:31 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: the schultz who used to say I know nooooothing
llanwydd: I sat in the kremlin with mikhael gorbachev and schultz
Principalpoop: hi M
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
llanwydd: in the scene I shot on tuesday
Merlyn: hello
cease: hey merl
llanwydd: Hey Moil
AnimalLovingTweeny: Surely not, LL
AnimalLovingTweeny: Ah, that explains it lol
llanwydd: well, I was actually in saratoga
Principalpoop: who was cutest?
||||||||| "9:33 PM? 9:33 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits at the bar.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: there is E
Dexter Fong: Hi E
cease: hi el
Elayne is watching the Yankees/Red Sox game
llanwydd: it was really funny. we had a gorbachev lookalike who drove all the way from rhode island to be in the film
Elayne just scored tickets to a Yankees game from one of her bosses.
llanwydd: Hi Elayne!
cease: have you been to new yankee stadium, el?
Principalpoop: Life's for living, that's our philosophy
Dexter Fong: E: Are you at the stadium now?
cease: lets not change that philosophy, poop
Elayne: Cat, I hadn't even been to the OLD one in about a quarter century.
Dexter Fong: Too late now Elayne
Elayne: No Dex, my boss who gave me the tickets is going to tonight's game. Mine are for the 26th.
llanwydd: I was originally asked to play yasser arafat but then at the eleventh hourthey asked me to play gorbachev's interprter as well so I got paid double
Principalpoop: sweet
cease: doubly good for you, llan
Elayne: I'll probably spend half my time at the concession stand.
Principalpoop: translator and tickets, things are looking up
Dexter Fong: Extra credots for that llan
Dexter Fong: credits
Principalpoop: don't concede
AnimalLovingTweeny: New post from Paul Krassner - My Acid Trip with Squeaky Fromme - http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/my-acid-trip-with-squeaky_b_252681.html
Principalpoop: i saw that tween, outta sight
cease: he does have his store or trip tales
AnimalLovingTweeny: That's very cool LL. Happy for you :-)
Principalpoop: we can float among the stars together, you and I, what ever happened to the 5th dimension?
cease: we are delighed at your finallyl getting the gigs you deserve, llan
llanwydd: thanks
AnimalLovingTweeny: I heard a story on NPR yesterday about Squeaky coming up for parole
Principalpoop: keep it up and in a few years, you will be an overnight sensation...
AnimalLovingTweeny: If not a camarillo brillo
cease: the name alone will warrant attentino
Dexter Fong: The Raspberries
cease: not as much if her name was susan
llanwydd: one story I read said parole and another said "sprung"
Dexter Fong: She was well sprung
llanwydd: I wonder if she ever really meant to shoot ford
llanwydd: I remember that incident happened on my birthday
llanwydd: my grandmother was over from teaneck and we were watching it on tv
cease: the gun just magicallly appeared in her hand?
AnimalLovingTweeny: Apparently, the years have made her look at Manson in a somewhat different light
Principalpoop: if not ford then who? betty ford
Principalpoop: ?
AnimalLovingTweeny: Like he was 'pimping' them
llanwydd: that other one, sandra good is apparently still a nutcase
AnimalLovingTweeny: lol P
AnimalLovingTweeny: Shooting at Betty Ford will get you into real trouble
llanwydd: my ford is shot I can tell you
AnimalLovingTweeny: Do now much about them except what I've read in Krassner's books
cease: maybe henry ford. he was mad about being laid off
AnimalLovingTweeny: Don't
AnimalLovingTweeny: That must be it, cease
llanwydd: that's not true, actually my ford is treating me well
llanwydd: I'm eating cold dolmas
Merlyn: Bergman says he moving to Widbey Island
cease: yes thats my source of knowledge re krassner's trips
Principalpoop: I'll bite, what is a dolma?
cease: and the mag
Principalpoop: washington state is pretty
llanwydd: stuffed grape leaf
AnimalLovingTweeny: Ford is the only one of the big 3 who didn't accept bail-out money. Makes me want to buy a car from them.
cease: wor, merl
llanwydd: pretty cold
cease: i thought he was based in la forefer
Principalpoop: sounds greek
llanwydd: I wouldn't want to live on whidbey island in the winter
AnimalLovingTweeny: Their new hybrid is apparently selling like hot cakes, what with the 'clunker' trade-in deal the government has going.
Principalpoop: they have a pacific gulf stream llan
cease: it is indeed poopi thought he was a fixtrue with that radio kids thing
Dexter Fong: Poop: Yes, it's like ours but really cold
Principalpoop: very mild winters that corner
Principalpoop: they have a tropical forest near cat
cease: yes thats only 4 hours from me
Principalpoop: well, almost near
Elayne: Oop sorry, fading there. Current score: Yankees *11*, Boston 4. Only the 6th inning.
llanwydd: I don't remember ever hearing about the pacific gulf stream
cease: hows it going, el?
Principalpoop: you know hot water rises hehe
llanwydd: I wish there was a gulf stream in lake george
cease: my eyesight very bad tonight
Elayne: Very busy at work, I feel like I'm constantly swamped. I'm having lots of fun but it's exhausting.
cease: is lit hot there? finally cooled off here
AnimalLovingTweeny: 'But it's a good kind of tired' ;)
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not very hot in fact one of the coolest summers in history
Elayne: Exactly so, Tween.
Principalpoop: next week up into the 90s here finally
cease: we had record breaking heat
Dexter Fong: It hit 91 in APRIL AND NOT SINCE THEN
Dexter Fong: sorry
llanwydd: I know, dex. I'm not too happy about it
Elayne: I thought it was pretty hot a couple days earlier this week, Dex.
AnimalLovingTweeny: You want hot, come to Texas - Texas wildlife threatened by drought, heat - http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/ap/tx/6561885.html
Dexter Fong: Not in the 90's though
Merlyn: is that like a mind-breaking record?
AnimalLovingTweeny: officials have been getting reports of snakes slithering onto watered lawns
Elayne: I honestly don't miss it, Dex. I think it's been a terrific (if wet) summer in NYC so far this year.
Dexter Fong: Tween: 40 straight days of over a hundred in San Antone
cease: hottest in vancouver since they've been keeping records
cease: tthe white men
AnimalLovingTweeny: Tell me about it, Dex
Principalpoop: back, the texas drought crashed me
Dexter Fong: The white men warmed the planet
llanwydd: I've been in texas in the winter
AnimalLovingTweeny: That's it. Blame everything on the white guys
llanwydd: craziest weather I've ever witnessed
Dexter Fong: while the black men cooled it
cease: otherwise we'd all have to live at the equatror
AnimalLovingTweeny: Wow, P. Just the Houston Chronicle newspaper online
llanwydd: 80 degrees one minute, 12 the next
Dexter Fong: Hands around the world
AnimalLovingTweeny: Must have had some weird java your box didn't like
AnimalLovingTweeny: Texas can be very weird in the winter, LL
Principalpoop: firefox had been open for many hours
AnimalLovingTweeny: We get 'Norwesters' out of the Panhandle which can drop temps 30 degrees in an hour
cease: in what sense, poop?
Principalpoop: my firefox had been opened for many many hours, who know's what was in the cache and activex and everything
cease: we humans have such colourful names for our bummers
AnimalLovingTweeny: Do you use the NoScript and AdBlock add-ons, P?
AnimalLovingTweeny: They're _extremely_ useful
Principalpoop: just adblock
Principalpoop: yes
AnimalLovingTweeny: NoScript is a must
Dexter Fong: Tween: NoScript? You mean we have to improvise, wing it, do it off the cuff?
AnimalLovingTweeny: https://addons.mozilla.org/en-US/firefox/addon/722
Elayne: Someone should pick up that script from the cellophane or it'll scorch.
AnimalLovingTweeny: Improvisational Browsing
Principalpoop: is that my script? or llans?
Dexter Fong: Isn't that an oxymoron Tween?
llanwydd: I didn't know they had a pen that wrote on plastic
Dexter Fong: Llan: They do now, the Astonauts use them
Principalpoop: why wouldn't a felt tip write on plastic?
AnimalLovingTweeny: With NoScript, you have to _allow_ scripting for a given site
cease: merl are you serious about bergman moving to whidbey island?
Dexter Fong: In performance improvisation, sacripting is a no no
AnimalLovingTweeny: Depends on the ink, and the writing surface P
llanwydd: well, firesign have done improvs based on old scripts
Principalpoop: where is Bergman now? just generally, no stalking info...
AnimalLovingTweeny: We've heard about you, P
AnimalLovingTweeny: Don't ingore Bergman's restraining order
Principalpoop: i blame my lawyer, art holestuffer junior
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Going to collapse now. Next week, all.
cease: by el
Principalpoop: ciao E
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
||||||||| "10:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Principalpoop: dive dive, crash stations
llanwydd: Nite Elayne
Merlyn: bye E
llanwydd: and catherwood makes his first appearance of the evening
||||||||| Catherwood ignores llanwydd
Principalpoop: if he is in LA, that is big big change
Principalpoop: he should try it for a month, before moving permananently
llanwydd: catherwood, would you mow my front lawn for me, please?
||||||||| Catherwood mows llanwydd's front lawn for me.
Principalpoop: is one of them in hawaii? why would I think that?
Dexter Fong: Camp out on Ossmans front yard
Principalpoop: no, your landlord does that, don't get C in trouble
llanwydd: I actually haven't seen my landlord in months
Dexter Fong: Perhaps he's dead
Principalpoop: lucky you
llanwydd: I get the impression his son is handling his matters for the present
Dexter Fong: Smell anything kinda nasty?
Principalpoop: cats and dogs wandering around his house? lots of flies?
Dexter Fong: Yellow police tape stretched across the front door?
Principalpoop: son been doing any gardening lately?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps using a garden weasel?
Dexter Fong: With a mysterious red stain on it
llanwydd: well, I spoke to fils or whatever his name is on the phone a few days ago but he didn't mention his dad
Principalpoop: started to put a pool in his back yard, and changed his mind?
Dexter Fong: Well he's not gonna go into that
Dexter Fong: After he poured the cement
Principalpoop: right
Dexter Fong: I think the bronze star set into the concrete saying "Daddy" on it is suspicious
llanwydd: catherwood, may I have a ground zero and hold the mickey?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear llanwydd
Principalpoop: what was that song, about new england, with the guy with the finger bones in his pocket?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please hold my Mickey
||||||||| Catherwood holds Dexter Fong's mickey.
llanwydd: on second thought better give me the mickey
cease: this is a jackie gleason joke'
llanwydd: how sweet it is!
Principalpoop: where is crazy googenheimer when you need him?
||||||||| Bunnyboy tiptoes in around 10:09 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Principalpoop: here he is hehe
Dexter Fong: He's in the retirement home with Parkya Carcass
llanwydd: I barely remember the gleason show but I don't remember gugenheim
Dexter Fong: Hey Bun
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Bunnyboy: Mister Conductor, a little traveling music, if you please!
llanwydd: I remember Mr. Bartender
cease: hippiyit hello
llanwydd: Hey BB!
Bunnyboy: Mmmmmmmm, that's good coffee!
cease: mellow, jello
Dexter Fong: afkfr
AnimalLovingTweeny: evenin' Bun
Bunnyboy: Dex: You know who Paryakarkus' sons are?
Principalpoop: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39CV4jsdjl8
llanwydd: I do remember one skit from that gleason show. gleason played a barber and the guy in the barber chair was in his bare feet and he fell asleep and gleason tried to give him a shoeshine and painted the guy's feet black
cease: how's it buning?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers johanna9028629387 into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:13 PM, then departs.
AnimalLovingTweeny: Do you know where your Paryakarkus is right now?
Principalpoop: hi johanna
llanwydd: that must have been 1965. I was real little
AnimalLovingTweeny: Hello Jo
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Yes, albert brooks and Foster Brooks
cease: mr bach, did you decide to visit our era?
||||||||| johanna9028629387 rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
llanwydd: good evening johanna9028629387
Principalpoop: i guess that is her phone number, brb
AnimalLovingTweeny: Oh well. They come, they go...
llanwydd: after all the effort I made to type her name she runs away
Bunnyboy: Dex: Half right. Albert Brooks, and Bob Einstein, AKA Officer Judy, Super Dave Osborne, etc.
Principalpoop: wait, where is area code 902?
Dexter Fong: Guantanamo
llanwydd: that's probably her prison ID
AnimalLovingTweeny: 902 area code is: Nova Scotia & Prince Edward Island, Canada
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:15 PM and johanna9028629387 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: It was the orange jumpsuit that gave it away
Dexter Fong: WB Jo
llanwydd: LO
Principalpoop: she is back eh, how is the weather eh?
cease: orange is a better juice than suit
llanwydd: how's the weather in the maritimes, jo?
AnimalLovingTweeny: How the weather in Nova Scotia eh?
Dexter Fong: ct
Bunnyboy: yo jo!
Principalpoop: yarmouth jo
||||||||| "10:17 PM? I'm late!" exclaims johanna9028629387, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Dexter Fong: Yarrgghh Mouth
Dexter Fong: I think she just flashed me
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:17 PM, dragging johanna9028629387 by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
||||||||| johanna9028629387 departs at 10:18 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: these visions of johanna conquer my mind
Principalpoop: i will vouch for her
||||||||| Catherwood enters with johanna9028629387 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
cease: lol llan
||||||||| johanna9028629387 walks away to The Sitting Room.
Dexter Fong: And I got my CAPS
Principalpoop: get joannah a shirley temple catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets joannah a shirley temple.
Bunnyboy: Frank Fontaine died in the town I was raised in.
cease: how's i tgoing, jo?
Bunnyboy: Spokane, WA
llanwydd: that was not long ago as I remember
||||||||| 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 johanna9028629387 plummets into the garden at 10:19 PM.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, get Shirley Temple a joanna
||||||||| Catherwood gets shirley temple a joanna.
Principalpoop: this is it, this is the spot johanna
Dexter Fong notices joanna is checking out the other rooms, think she wants to buy the dump?
AnimalLovingTweeny: She's going to need it afther that helicopter ride and all the revolving doors
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
Dexter Fong: But keep your finger bones in your pockets
Principalpoop: dem bones dem bones
cease: theirs No visions like Our Johanna visions
cease: fingres for bonuses. old yakuza custom
Principalpoop: was there a johanna on laugh-in?
Bunnyboy: 1978 for Fontaine's last exit.
Dexter Fong: JoAnn Worley
Principalpoop: ahh yes
AnimalLovingTweeny: Worley, P
Bunnyboy: 1958 for Harry Park, AKA Parkyarkarkus. Died at a roast, right after performing.
cease: i remember her
Dexter Fong: He was so good he killed
Principalpoop: i was trying to find a way to weave that in too fong, good job
Dexter Fong: I used a script for that one
cease: beyond gallows humour, dex
Dexter Fong: I'm tryin' Cat =))
AnimalLovingTweeny: JL sends his best, and hopes to see you next week
cease: you'll always be appreciated here
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween
cease: dont know whter i can see better with glasses on or off
Principalpoop: sorry to hear about root, give them my sympathy
cease: yes all our best to bambi and clem
AnimalLovingTweeny: Done, P
Principalpoop: after a certain age, your eyes start changing again, it is a pain in the, ahh eyes
Dexter Fong: MINE also
llanwydd: got mail. brb
cease: i thinki need a new prescription
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Merlyn, and leaves.
Dexter Fong: I used to have beutiful green eyes, and then they changed
Principalpoop: wait a month or 2, unless you must
||||||||| 10:27 PM -- Merlyn enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: by merl
Principalpoop: but yes, it might be time again
Principalpoop: wb M
Dexter Fong: Merlyn shrunk!!
Merlyn: I think I'll go to The Sitting Room and kill johanna, that number looks like a spammer
||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Sitting Room.
AnimalLovingTweeny: If you do IRC, you can always chat with clem and bambi at: http://www.cniradio.com/chatwithus.html
llanwydd: just a million emails announcing johanna's arrival
cease: jo was a bug?
||||||||| Merlyn climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 10:28 PM
Dexter Fong: That's twice he went after her
AnimalLovingTweeny: Honey, I Shrunk The Merlyn
Merlyn: Glad you didn't have to see that
Dexter Fong: Or maybe, she got him and took his Identity
Principalpoop: murderer! murderer!
Bunnyboy: I wonder if jo knows Mook?
cease: whatrs this abvout whidbey, merl?
Principalpoop: Dial M for Murder hehe
Merlyn: Bergman told me today he's moving there
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Actually, some of us might even have paid to see it
Principalpoop: oops he is moving, not just thinking?
llanwydd: dial m for myrtle
cease: completely?
Dexter Fong: dial crep for crepe myrtle
cease: the teaching kids radio skills lgig is over?
Principalpoop: myrtle 5 4691
Merlyn: how about a straw poll: would you pay like $9.95 a month for a member-section of firesigntheatre.com that had new audio from the guys?
Principalpoop: what kind of pron comes with that?
Principalpoop: i only pay for pron on the net
Dexter Fong: prawn?
AnimalLovingTweeny: Got a taker here, Merl
cease: maybe not enough for them to generate enough to live on
Merlyn: hmm, hard to come up with pron
Principalpoop: no, no shrimps, only legal aged
Dexter Fong: Colassal Shrimp
cease: but if you mean live stuff plus archived stuff, it might have a year's run.
cease: just my opinion, merl
Principalpoop: a new audio, from all 4, each month? i would pay that...
Merlyn: I don't think he's shooting for full-time, cat, just enough to make it worth doing
AnimalLovingTweeny: Like the NPR bits, maybe?
Merlyn: PP, it probably wouldn't always be all 4 for each
Dexter Fong: Well even if everyone who's been in chat for the last year subscribed, it ain't very much
Merlyn: maybe, tweeny, it's still up in the air
Principalpoop: how much for live stream? and requests? hehe
Merlyn: not much, true, dex, but the firesign email list has 2100 names
Merlyn: Bergman said it probably wouldn't be live, but downloads
Dexter Fong: How active is the list?
Merlyn: can't really say, dex, I send out announcements is all, no real feedback
cease: can he generate ;enough content to get an audience, merl?
Dexter Fong: That's kinda like life Merlyn
Bunnyboy: Chef Pron
Principalpoop: lol 1000 are still going to emails at prodigy.net
cease: i would be amazed if that happened
Merlyn: only 6, PP
AnimalLovingTweeny: Well, float it with the paople on the news list, and see what sort of feedback you get
Merlyn: I'm assuming it's only been the firesign email list that has sold tickets to the October shows; Saturday looks prety good so far in tickets sold
AnimalLovingTweeny: and then float it with the people
Principalpoop: so you do get feedback, that is ok then
Dexter Fong: And if it siks, they're witches
Merlyn: you can look at it by starting at fst.com and trying to buy a ticket, it shows you the sold seats
AnimalLovingTweeny: Well folks, I'm off to the boob tube for a while. Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: ciao tween
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny
Merlyn: I can only assume it's the mailing list PP, I don't know if any other public announcements have been made yet
Merlyn: ok tween
llanwydd: Nite Tween!
cease: fans must be thrillled , merl
cease: by tween
Merlyn: also, yes, there would probably be rare old bits showing up too
llanwydd: I have such vivid mental images of firesign live
Principalpoop: we are feeling the recession in my neck of the woods, i don't know if it affecting concert or performance sales or not...
llanwydd: you have a recession in your neck? does it hurt?
cease: merl, are you affected by recession in your part of minn?
Merlyn: I thought this was pretty neat: http://strangemaps.wordpress.com/2009/07/27/402-homeland-is-where-the-heartland-is/
llanwydd: I don't feel it by the way
Principalpoop: another 250 families lost a breadwinner when another factory closed, ouch
Merlyn: well, my son graduated with a BS in computer science about 4 years ago and still hasn't gotten a job
llanwydd: BS isn't popular nowadays
Principalpoop: have him get a masters lol
Principalpoop: may not get a job, but keeps him busy
cease: i thinka lot of alaskan hearts will be better off without her
llanwydd: I take it that's bachelor of seance?
Principalpoop: at least he had a chance when he got out, all i had was a BS in sociology
cease: lol ll
Dexter Fong: And you're one of the most social guys I know
Principalpoop: emile durkheim did something
Dexter Fong: That's nice
Principalpoop: and some guy named spencer, that is about all I recall
Dexter Fong: Spencer Tracy?
llanwydd: "emile" is the french internet service, isn't it?
llanwydd: or maybe that's l'email
Dexter Fong: oui
Principalpoop: Dick
Principalpoop: Dick Tracy
Dexter Fong: ah thought you were implying oiu dick
Principalpoop: mais non mon ami
Dexter Fong: merci
Dexter Fong: et ooh la la
Principalpoop: sacre bleu
Principalpoop: everybody should spell blue bleu lol
Dexter Fong: sacre merde
llanwydd: sacre roquefort
Dexter Fong: or sacre roqeufort
Principalpoop: zut camberfort
Principalpoop: poor cat, bad eyes, and we are writing in french, that cannot help
Dexter Fong: he played alto sax in the french gypsey rhythm kings of new orleans hot seven
llanwydd: ecrive en francis
llanwydd: and franklin too
Dexter Fong: Cat: Attendez vou or vuo
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| AnimalLovingTweeny - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: et oui!
Dexter Fong: (s)
llanwydd: et moo?
llanwydd: et vous, brute
Dexter Fong: Cest Bovine
Principalpoop: madame bovine hehe
llanwydd: lol
cease: tiny crew tonight
Dexter Fong: yep
llanwydd: well, wait till 11 and stones will probably show up
cease: fitting, with root's absence
Principalpoop: i just got pynchons new novel, based in 1970s california
Merlyn: had to throw 'em back
llanwydd: and bunnyboy might wake up
cease: did you read it, poop?
Principalpoop: not yet, just got it today
Dexter Fong: Book Report next thursday
Principalpoop: ok ok
Principalpoop: compare and contrast it with what?
Bunnyboy: Here comes the judge. Nite!
Dexter Fong: Contrast and compare
||||||||| At 10:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: night bunny
llanwydd: we don't do book reports at our age. we do "critiques"
Dexter Fong: he's gone
cease: by bun
Dexter Fong: just like he said
Principalpoop: pas moi llan homme
llanwydd: nothin gonna bring him back
cease: can bregman get enough work in seattle, merl?
Principalpoop: sure, it is the emerald city
llanwydd: so, bergman is bringing Oz to seattle
cease: our settle bunny just left
Merlyn: I don't know, cat, I assume he knows what he's doing
cease: proc reamins in the hills
llanwydd: which hills, cat?
cease: yes merl, you would think so
Merlyn: Proc said I can stay at his place during the October shows!
Dexter Fong: I find a certain irony in the fact that in one of the Dear Friends shows, that improvised a little bit based on the recession that hit Seattle where "everybody is outta woik (sic) in Seattle
llanwydd: they never come up into the hills, these guys
cease: beverly hills
llanwydd: aha
Principalpoop: i grew up living in beverly hills
Merlyn: Here's a picture of proctor's house: http://www.westley.org/philhouse.jpg
Principalpoop: a part of alexandria, virginia
Dexter Fong: afk fam
Principalpoop: away from keyboard, for another meal? meat? moss? map?
llanwydd: I'm just az baffled, princ
Principalpoop: nice big red garage door
cease: i have visited that house several ltimes
Merlyn: it leads to the batcave
Merlyn: I haven't been there before, cat
cease: there are walls and walls of his appearnces on films n video tape
Principalpoop: who took the picture then?
cease: really merl?
cease: i'm talking about where helives now, merl, and has for 40 years or so
Merlyn: really cat. Phil sent it, PP
Principalpoop: ahh ok
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: isd there anorther secret procfor?
cease: the striaght one?
llanwydd: catherwood is right on the money again
||||||||| Catherwood ignores llanwydd
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, strike a gong and get it on
||||||||| Catherwood gets it on.
Dexter Fong: whooooo!
Merlyn: I didn't want to see that, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood brings to see that.
Principalpoop: yes, I almost miss when catherwood was confused about times
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Principalpoop and says "Did you want me?"
Principalpoop: wb fam fong
llanwydd: LOL
llanwydd: catherwood, may I have a may I have a
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to llanwydd and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Dexter Fong: fam = for a minute
Principalpoop: ahhh
llanwydd: I finally got that dex
Dexter Fong: not a true minute, but a chat room minute
llanwydd: catherwood, please bring me a please bring me a
||||||||| Catherwood hands llanwydd a.
Principalpoop: which is longer? brb, fam or 2 shakes of a lamb's tail?
Dexter Fong: Chat room minutes may be subjected to lag to ensure 'uality 'ervice
Principalpoop: ocky at your ervice
llanwydd: if I stay up two more hours I can find out if my credit card payment has been received
Dexter Fong: use the ack oor ocky
llanwydd: and credited etc
Dexter Fong: llan: It's good to have goals
cease: llan, you have not spoken much about your work
Principalpoop: you don't cash your paycheck? just touch it llan?
llanwydd: I've got an overdue payment on my isp. don't want to get it shut off
Principalpoop: god forbid you have to get a real ISP
llanwydd: nor have you, cat, as I remember
cease: yes the average firesign fan is not in theri price range
Dexter Fong: Gottal real 'isp, have your tongue replaced
cease: me? wrok?
Dexter Fong: Wrok on Cat
Principalpoop: I can grok wrok
cease: i am into a phtography streak
cease: everytime i go outside, i take great pix
Dexter Fong: pht!
cease: took 125 yeet aft local market
Dexter Fong: phrgrography
cease: i love digitial photogaphy
Principalpoop: photos of digits?
llanwydd: I don't even have a cell phone camera
cease: typing harder than taking great pix
Dexter Fong: 125 yeet, why that'smore yeet than anybody's ever taken before
cease: if you disagreee, look at my blog
cease: ive never tken better pix
llanwydd: those things actually irritate me, by the way
cease: and iveb been takng pix since about 1956
Dexter Fong: oicts
Principalpoop: he is showing us his blog, where is the moderator?
Dexter Fong: or woads?
cease: my piux, llan?
cease: yes they will many folk
llanwydd: no, cell phone cameras
Principalpoop: folk pix, hehe
Dexter Fong: cell phone camera piux irritate you llan?
Dexter Fong: Just don't look at em
Dexter Fong: turn your eyes away son
llanwydd: by the way, if you folks will humour a dumb question, what part of the cell phone has the camera lens?
cease: reflections are not a popular subject for a reason
Principalpoop: something about prison cells and cell phones witticism here
Dexter Fong: The perceiver
cease: dex, whatr do you think of my blog pix?
Principalpoop: on the front, I guess llan
Dexter Fong: Cat, I've not visited your blog lately....last time there I got confused and ran away
llanwydd: unjgeblobedephovish
llanwydd: if I may say
cease: i asked austin and he said they reminded him of pix taken in the island where they are now living
Principalpoop: not confused, you had a bad burger or something and it was depressing, so I moved on
Dexter Fong: The Isle of Reflection where you go to reveiw your past life
cease: www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
llanwydd: I love reflections too
cease: or if not, that, someone like him
Principalpoop: wow, i will visit and look again at my leisure, upbeat and lots of photos
cease: i want my blog to be all photo all the time
cease: but
Dexter Fong: they wont let you?
Principalpoop: i liked your reviews too, it was a joke canadian cat
cease: i get to look atr these pix on big tv screen, so seeing them on tiny blog ixs painful
llanwydd: well, I'm going to turn in
Dexter Fong: Hopefully not irritating
Dexter Fong: Turn Turn Turn llan
cease: i want go join flicker reflections group
Principalpoop: that is how you strained your eyes
llanwydd: I don't know what I'll turn into but I'll figure that out soon enough
cease: this is really serious fun for me
Principalpoop: night night llan, congrats on the film
cease: like food
cease: Fumiyo calls this my "cheap hobby"
cease: all the best in future gigs, llan
Principalpoop: digital photography has indeed reduced the price of photography
Principalpoop: no need to choose and buy film
cease: indeed, poop
Dexter Fong: Cat: Is she saying "hobby" or "hubby"?
Principalpoop: yes fong lol
cease: it never left but i was in and out of it all my life, dex
cease: but now having this gret camera and immetiate inpjt onto computer, i'm in heaven
Dexter Fong: hubba hobby
Principalpoop: i had lost every camera I ever bought, I gave up
cease: you now his story The House of LIttle Men,?
cease: his youth as an actor in SF in early 60s
Principalpoop: left on the bus, left on a boat, left at restaurant, to name it
Dexter Fong: poop: if you put that little strap on the camera around your wrist, you won't lose the camera
Principalpoop: yes, I should
cease: austin had this fantasy about Cloud 9, a nudist mag of the era
Dexter Fong: everybody out for volley ball
cease: so i was walking around a nearby neighbourhood and found this place calledCloud 9
cease: sent austin the pix
cease: as there was a doggie place underneath
Principalpoop: who wants hotdogs for lunch?
cease: talk about doggie style!
Dexter Fong: dog upon dog upon dog
Principalpoop: so you yell at women to show you their tits cat?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Doesn't everybody?
cease: that is a great story. y'all shoud listen to it
Principalpoop: what is the canadian word for them?
cease: waht, pop?
Dexter Fong: Doggy?
Principalpoop: hooters, fun bags, tits,
Dexter Fong: Dogguy perhaps
Dexter Fong: breastess
Principalpoop: nahnahs
Principalpoop: tahtahs
Dexter Fong: yayas
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:27 PM and Dave & Katie sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: we have a canadian word?
Principalpoop: enough
Principalpoop: ahh dave and katie
Dexter Fong: Hey, katie is home
Dave & Katie: guess who's back?
cease: wow it's a dog abuot a man
cease: welcome doggie, dave too
Principalpoop: welcome home katie, how was new york? how is your back dave?
Dave & Katie: she is peacefully sleeping downstairs now, had a full day of traveling and ran with another dog, she's passed out but she's back and cute as ever
Principalpoop: wonderful
Dave & Katie: my back is ok, it flairs up but it's doing better
Principalpoop: better is good
Dave & Katie: yeah she did well in training, her street crossings are great it seems, I think things are gonna be fine with us, as long as I get out and do things, challenge both of us
||||||||| It's 11:30 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...
Merlyn: hey dave
Dave & Katie: sorry I missed the chat mostly I was visiting with relatives
Dave & Katie: hey brian
Merlyn: hey, did proctor finally send you a box of danger?
Principalpoop: a quiet night
Merlyn: He forgot the first time, so I reminded him
Dave & Katie: yes he did, I have it sitting next to me but have yet to listen to it
Merlyn: oh good
cease: great to hear katie is back
Merlyn: lots of stuff on there, but they had some problem with rights and couldn't get down under danger
cease: my do gicy is barking loudly
Dexter Fong: I'm out to park a car and I'm not stoppin' till I do
cease: oh i se merl
cease: i suspected as much
Principalpoop: hail rita, and see you next week fong
cease: there is a lot of that with all theri work
Principalpoop: i will jump ship, have a super week all
||||||||| Principalpoop rushes off, saying "11:33 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cease: you too poop
Dexter Fong: Next week folks, am back on schedule
cease: keep on pooping
Dave & Katie: I am out too, really tired, night all, wagg wagg!
||||||||| At 11:34 PM, Dave & Katie hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
cease: off we flee
Merlyn: me too, see you next week
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:37 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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 intense demonic possession
||||||||| cease - 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:
Dave & Katie
Dexter Fong
Herr Ess Aneyedeeyah
Mystery Guest Simon Ophpleez
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"