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 January 21, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Firebroiled in through the front door at 4:57 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.

Yes, some uncomplicated peoples still believe this myth

. But here,
in the technical vastness of the Future,

we can guess that surely the Past was very different.

We can surmise,
for instance,
that these two great balls . . .

We know for certain,
for instance,
that for some reason,

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 . . .

||||||||| Firebroiled says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Firebroiled exits at 5:00 AM.
||||||||| ah,clem waltzes in at 8:27 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, just a chat, and a Rat'
||||||||| 8:28 PM -- ah,clem 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, January 21, 2010 - 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?"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging ATweenByAnyOtherName by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
||||||||| cease enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hello, Dear Friends
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Bambi, just back from Hellmouth."
cease: waiting for chat or someone like him/her
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
cease: hi deerest
Bambi :-) hey Cat
cease: i hear the ah clem voice
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol clem
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hello, Deer person
cease: i was alone for a minute
cease: hi tween
||||||||| 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 Mudhead falls out at 9:04 PM.
Bambi: Hey Tween
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and ah,clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bambi: hey Mudhead
cease: hi mud
ah,clem: hello, dear friends
Bambi: Hey Clem
cease: hi clemvoice
Mudhead: hi all
cease: how's it mudding?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: So great that FST is touring again
ATweenByAnyOtherName: All you just folks on Facebook?
cease: indeed, tween
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I'm a regular (not ethyl), if you wish to befriend me
cease: i'm on facebook cuz the firesign are
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:08 PM, dragging llanwydd by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Under your 'given' name, cease?
llanwydd: whaz real?
cease: if they can get good gigs, they may tour for some time
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:08 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hey LL
llanwydd: phil was here last week but we missed him
cease: my name is too long
cease: cat is nice and short
cease: yes llan
cease: lets not do that again
Bambi: hey llan
cease: he kinda said he'd be here next week
ATweenByAnyOtherName: OK cease, will look for you :)
cease: the lads do wamt is all to promote them
cease: tween, have they got bacvk to you about austin gigs?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I've contacted Proc
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You can ask him about it
cease: i try not to bother them about anything
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I'm probably not the guy to do it
llanwydd: I promote them all the time
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You bet. A Tween bother not ;)
cease: and they appreciate that llan
ATweenByAnyOtherName: www.kurtericson.com/humor.html
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I do my best as well
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:13 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hey P
Bambi: hey princep
Principalpoop: hay is for horses
cease: that you promote them thru your radio show is a great thing ,tween
llanwydd: Hi Princ
cease: hi pope
Principalpoop: not high, got anything?
cease: some of this jamaican the boys thought they had hidden
Principalpoop: talking about tv or religion?
cease: im a lumber jack and i'm ok
llanwydd: tv or not tv?
cease: did y'all hear new radio interview with the lads this aft?
Principalpoop: i'm ok, you're a lumberjack
cease: only my shirt
llanwydd: no we didn't all hear it
llanwydd: if it was on internet radio I wouldn't have heard it
cease: no on npr
llanwydd: no kidding!
llanwydd: I usually listen to npr in the morning but I missed fst
cease: me? kid?
Principalpoop: doing IHOP spots again?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Mmmmmm pancakes...
Principalpoop: do I ask too many questions?
ah,clem: sack a duck
cease: jimmy reefer?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: is this thing on?
Principalpoop: you dumb old coot
cease: depends upon what you call a thing
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from Funfun Town."
Bambi: hey Stones
ATweenByAnyOtherName: you numb old dolt
H. Stones: ...... And the rest is sillence !
llanwydd: I know of an IHOP in teaneck, new jersey that has been there since at least 1964
Principalpoop: good evening your excellentcy
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hail and well met, Stones
llanwydd: in the same spot
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
H. Stones: the hail has stopped now its just rain and sleet, Sir Tween
cease: iits always silence, stones
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Mmmm 1964. A Johnson is erected
Principalpoop: ah hail
H. Stones: i suppose in Canada that is literally true Cease
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Stones - Yeah, I've heard that the UK has seen some weather
llanwydd: my grandmother used to take me there on special occasions
cease: only wheh it snows, stones
H. Stones: it got down to minus 24 celsius last week Tween
llanwydd: most of us don't know celsius, stones
cease: is HOney ok?
Principalpoop: what did you get to eat llan?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: stones - that's failry ridiculous
H. Stones: i finally came down with the flu last week and am slowly working my way through the symptoms now
llanwydd: guess, princ
Principalpoop: waffles?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Got down to 10 in a Austin a couple of weeks back. We don't know from 10F
H. Stones: its often rediculous here Tween
ATweenByAnyOtherName: mid-70s and dunny today, that's winter in Austin
cease: that is very cold for you
llanwydd: usually a short stack
ATweenByAnyOtherName: 10F
Principalpoop: silver dollars or regular sized?
cease: stones youve had serious weather recenttly
llanwydd: yeah, the UK and the european continent have been getting unbelievable weather
ah,clem: dunny today,crappy weather for sure
llanwydd: often silver dollar, princ
Principalpoop: probably the swinebird flu, you are going to die stones
cease: its really warm here for jan. supposed to have olympics in a few weeks
cease: snow is not co operating
ah,clem: but not yet, Stones
Principalpoop: blueberry or maple syrup?
||||||||| wake (the flake) tiptoes in around 9:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: I hope the gulf stream isn't shifting its course
Principalpoop: hi wake
llanwydd: I used to mix and match, princ
llanwydd: Hey Wake!
cease: wake
wake (the flake): Greetings and felicitations....
Principalpoop: same with bacon and sausage I bet, what kind of eggs?
H. Stones: i categorically refuse to die, poop, flying pig flu or no flying pig flu, there are still people on my list i have not yet infuriatated
llanwydd: LOL, princ
wake (the flake): Beatings and negotiations
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hey Wake, we were just compaining about the weather
cease: you're not much older than me, stones
ATweenByAnyOtherName: How's tricks in Thailand?
llanwydd: I honestly don't remember but I probably didn't bother with the eggs
Bambi: hey Wake
ATweenByAnyOtherName: complaining
H. Stones: i just converted celsius to fahrenheith, it works out at minus 9.4 fahrenehit
Principalpoop: hard and break 'em, yum
ATweenByAnyOtherName: The eggs, sir?
llanwydd: holy cow, stones!
ATweenByAnyOtherName: They're only the beginning...
Principalpoop: that is cold, no wonder you got the flu
llanwydd: this is the place where it hardly ever snows
ATweenByAnyOtherName: That's what the English might call 'a bit nippy' lol
H. Stones: its at times like this that i am reminded that the UK is the same lattitude as the south of Alaska
wake (the flake): hey there ah and ll and poop and H and bam cease and of course tween
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Masters of understatement
llanwydd: whatever happened to the gulf stream?
Bambi: how cold does it normally get Stones?
H. Stones: yes there was a bit of a chill in the air
H. Stones: Bambi, it gets down to the high teens or low twenties quite often
llanwydd: I've only been in england during the summer. it was quite comfortable
wake (the flake): guardiand of the firesign
H. Stones: its ok llan if you can find a seat
cease: you are in bankock, wake?
llanwydd: I'll bet you're not getting our kind of weather, wake
wake (the flake): "guardianS" I mean
Principalpoop: the guard at firesign land?
wake (the flake): I am about 80 kliks to the west of BKK, cease
llanwydd: I wouldn't know a klik from a parsec
Principalpoop: surburban
H. Stones: all those klicks sound to me like somthing is coming loose Wake
cease: daddy dont live in t hat bankcock city no more
wake (the flake): You can see the glow of the city in the east at night
wake (the flake): 50miles or so
llanwydd: I used to see the glow of new york city from new jersey
cease: bit cities are like that, wake
wake (the flake): an hour away in east coast parlance
cease: my toan is trh only big city in the province
cease: big
Principalpoop: my stubbed my tao
llanwydd: LOL Princ
wake (the flake): If I go another 50 miles I would be getting close to Burma.
cease: i maybe reborn as good speller, but i dont expect it
Principalpoop: go there to get a shave wake?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Ken D sent a really funny bit about different nation's Threat Levels
ATweenByAnyOtherName: > The English are feeling the pinch in relation to recent terrorist threats -> and have raised their security level from "Miffed" to "Peeved." Soon, -> though, security levels may be raised yet again to "Irritated" or even "A -> Bit Cross."The English have not been "A Bit Cross" since the blitz in 1940 -> when tea supplies all but ran out. Terrorists have been re-categorized -> from "Tiresome" to a "Bloody Nuisance." The last time the British issued a -> "Bloody Nuisance" warning level was during the great fire of 1666.
llanwydd: why did you say burma?
H. Stones: goodspellers, was a good movie
wake (the flake): Very dark skies and zillions of stars
ATweenByAnyOtherName: > Americans meanwhile are carrying out pre-emptive strikes -> on all of their allies, just in case. -
wake (the flake): Burma? to dis the military government
llanwydd: what was the level during the bubonic plague?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Very funny bit
wake (the flake): they changed the name... not the people.
llanwydd: lol, wake
cease: isdnt everyone happy about new firesign product?
H. Stones: it was right up to here llan
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:37 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: I was just flippantly quoting monty python
Principalpoop: and then came fong
llanwydd: Hey Dex
ah,clem: hi Dex
cease: dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Dear fRIENDS
H. Stones: greetings Sir Fong
ATweenByAnyOtherName: How very dextrous of you, P
Principalpoop: who has some dexes?
cease: only our fiends are dear
wake (the flake): ohhhh... I see. flippant... I haven't been to NYC in 12 years so I've almost forgot about flippancy.
H. Stones: i have some Dexys Midnight Runners PP
Dexter Fong: Evening Clem, Tween, Cat, Stones my Dear Fellow, llan, Poop wake and bambi (phew)
llanwydd: lol, wake
ATweenByAnyOtherName: They call him Flippant, Flippant...
llanwydd: yes, flippancy is not common in the far east
llanwydd: LOL, Tween
Principalpoop: don't forget tawdry
H. Stones: is that an ant lay on tis back Tween
wake (the flake): I do get to watch 30 Rock about a month late... very funny
Dexter Fong: What is tonights topic du jour?
wake (the flake): good one tween
wake (the flake): topic du soir???
H. Stones: we were all talking about you till you arrived, Fong
ATweenByAnyOtherName: No that a holy sea hunt
llanwydd: well, we have no topics du jour but we have some du soir
ATweenByAnyOtherName: that's lol
llanwydd: wake beat me to it
Dexter Fong: I'll have to chekc the chese log
wake (the flake): I'll be "straight man" if you want...
cease: i wish they had made an album of shadow
cease: not just this piece of it
ATweenByAnyOtherName: A duck a rabbai and a priest walk into a bar...
wake (the flake): bambi... stand a little closer
Principalpoop: no, it was a goose, and a pastor and a hindoo
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol
llanwydd: and the duck says to the rabbi, quack quack quack
wake (the flake): ------------> getting straight
llanwydd: I think that was the punch line if I remember right
Dexter Fong: I thought it was a guru, a wolvering, and an evagalist
Principalpoop: oh that wake, what a scamp
H. Stones: i was searching for a funny US political quote and came across a blinder from Adlai Stevenson
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You getta bhaa? Git it?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hava a Gita?
wake (the flake): I thought it was a balled up piece of string.
Principalpoop: ina gotta a divata
llanwydd: Gita Mehta?
llanwydd: she was an author
ATweenByAnyOtherName loves John McLauhnlin's "Gita"
Dexter Fong: Heavy Mehta
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Really nice guitar synth
H. Stones: Lovely Rita Mehta Maid
ATweenByAnyOtherName: McLaughlin
llanwydd: LOL Stones
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You have metered her, have you, sir?
wake (the flake): Goes into a bar and the bartender sez "You want a drink?" and the string sez "I'm a frayed knot."
Principalpoop: I mehta gita at the ritz
Dexter Fong: I have metered out justice by the gram
llanwydd: I saw her on tv back in the 70s promoting her book "Karma Cola" about the meeting of eastern and western cultures
ATweenByAnyOtherName: That'll cost you, Stones
llanwydd: the title looked like the coca cola logo
Principalpoop: no, we don't serve ham sandwiches here
wake (the flake): -----------> waiting for rim shot
Principalpoop: the great defective
llanwydd: she was a rather young woman. I never forgot how good looking she was
H. Stones: You called, Poop ?
cease: i have that book,m llan
wake (the flake): howsabout "sham hand witches"???
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You don't have the frequency for a ham
Principalpoop: go rat about in the cupboard stones
llanwydd: how is it, cat?
cease: excellent
cease: speaking of excellene, has anyone else seen avatar?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Earl of Sandwich? I'll see your 59th annex!
llanwydd: it must be interesting. I've got to get a used copy one of these days
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Oops 49th (need to be accurate about the Sandwich Islands)
cease: much fun for the eyes
llanwydd: I buy a lot of used stuff from amazon
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Nope cease
H. Stones: i am not that bothered, Cease, i played a lot of games anf spent a lot of time with Avatars
ATweenByAnyOtherName: So they say, cease. Best CGI yet, or so they say
wake (the flake): anyone seen "hurt locker"?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Nope
Principalpoop: i watched part in 2D, i was not impressed, I guess I need the whole story or 3D
wake (the flake): YAY 4 FRIDAY
Dexter Fong: No Flake but heard it's powerful but a real downer
Principalpoop: somebody else mentioned hurt locker, i thought it was a joke
cease: We saw it at an Imax theatre quite far from we live, but worth the drive
ATweenByAnyOtherName: TGIF
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You're a coder, Wake?
Principalpoop: TTFIF
ATweenByAnyOtherName: An IMAX theatre might be quite impressive
cease: the little jelly fish creatures floating about was an experience well worth having
||||||||| wake (the flake) hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's wake (the flake)?! It's 9:50 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Wake's supervisor showed up lol
Principalpoop: IMAX is from canada
Dexter Fong: It turns Friday somewhere on earth and wake dissapears
cease: yes ppop
cease: ahk canadian
llanwydd: I've only seen one IMAX film ever. One of the very first. The New York Experience
Principalpoop: canooks
Principalpoop: i get vertigo in the damn things
cease: i saw some 3d stuff in worlds fairs, this was the first actual 3d flick
ATweenByAnyOtherName: There have been some very good efforts from Canada. The new Outer Limits was quite well-done
H. Stones: i saw on tv there was a lot of trouble getting through to Haiti but somehow the Scientologists got trhough with leaflets
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Toronto was apparently a great place to shoot in the 90's
Dexter Fong: Yes Stones =))
Dexter Fong: Looking for buried Thetans no doubt
ATweenByAnyOtherName: OMG, Stones
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Really?
cease: lol
H. Stones: yes true
H. Stones: you cant make up stuff like that Tween
Principalpoop: are they recruiting poor people now?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: But not Pat Robertson trying to save them from their devil sorship?
Dexter Fong: Yes you can
ATweenByAnyOtherName: worship
H. Stones: no poop just exploiting them as per usual
Dexter Fong: Judge Crater, Amelia Erhardt and jackie Robinson were also there
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol Dex
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol
Principalpoop: elvis and john and bobby kennedy too
ATweenByAnyOtherName: and Kilroy
Principalpoop: and marcus welby
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Ruff? Well I should imagine!
cease: booby kennedy?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: HI m
Merlyn: Just call me Nancy
Principalpoop: so cat, M, how was it?
cease: hey merl
llanwydd: Hey Merl
cease: waht, poop?
Merlyn: da shows cat
Dexter Fong: The FST show I presume?
cease: hanging with firesign was about as much fun as you could imagine
Merlyn: shows were good, but I've seen them sooo many times now
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:59 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: thanks M, i was racking my mind for a witty retort
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
cease: most of them are really nice
Merlyn: That bill's a fake
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
cease: the bun person
Bunnyboy: Sorry to relay late-breaking bummer news. Friday's Kirkland show was cancelled.
Merlyn: most of the shows are really nice, or most of FT, cat?
Principalpoop: the photo of the signing table was super
llanwydd: Hey BB
Merlyn: hey BB, nice to have seen you for a few seconds there!
cease: hideous news bun
Dexter Fong: Any reason for cancellation Bunny
Bunnyboy: Saturday in Kirkland, still a go. Both Tacoma Sunday shows also on.
Merlyn: official is technical difficulties
Principalpoop: moved to spockland?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: Thanks, Merlyn! We'll try to make it 10 seconds, next time!
ATweenByAnyOtherName: A touring show is difficult
Dexter Fong: To play the Fringe Festical poop
Merlyn: unofficial, I think there were so few friday tickets sold, they decided to cut losses
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I used to unload/reload semis for Nashville
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I have some respect
Merlyn: they said there weren't a lot of friday tix to redistribute
cease: bad news merl but not surprising
Principalpoop: give me just a little bit, remember how to spell it?
cease: i think the are tyring to get too manh seats out of a shrinking market
Merlyn: yeah, all the shows so far are about within 50 miles
cease: merl did yo make your ferry?
Merlyn: make it what? Sit up? yeah.
Principalpoop: that is a private personal question cat
Merlyn: had plenty o time, lots of people there at 5:30 am
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Ah, the Life of Brian. A guitar player
cease: lol poop
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol
Merlyn: a GUI .tar player?
Bunnyboy: Aw, dangles.
Merlyn: mr bo dangles
cease: you had to be up by a certain time to get the 430 or something, otherwise you'd have to drive north
Bunnyboy: GTR, if yer marking up a track sheet.
llanwydd: 430 is pretty early
Dexter Fong: My little GTR great song
cease: i was very unhpapy with the lack of siging on the northern route. it says 20 east when youre going north
Merlyn: 5 am for the 5:30 cat
Bunnyboy: Hey, here's a podcast link. Local funnyman DJ, Bob Rivers, with special guests, David Ossman and Peter Bergman!
Principalpoop: 5am? they can go to hell
Dexter Fong: Merlyn you have your felines on a strict schedule
llanwydd: I'm happy as anything tonight because my car passed inspection
cease: so you made your, uh, ttansporation device?
Bunnyboy: http://www.podcastdirectory.com/podshows/6724834
Principalpoop: congrats llan, super
Merlyn: I ttansprated just fine
Dexter Fong: Cangrats llan
llanwydd: you wouldn't believe how much money I spent on repairs but it finally passed
llanwydd: its not a very old car but the weather up here dissolved metal
Principalpoop: i have sent several children of the mechanics to college and sent the mechanics on european vacations llan
llanwydd: that and the salt on the roads
cease: you look so freaky its' amazing anyone would let you on a plane, merl
llanwydd: it almost would have been worth it to get a new car
cease: but in reality, you're straigher than any of your inspectors
llanwydd: I believe it, prince
Principalpoop: cat says M looks freaky??? how many eyes and arms do you have M?
Merlyn: I do try to not wear my Nick Danger shirt with the gun on airplanes
Merlyn: all of em PP
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Mike and the Mechanics' Garage, yes. I have mine fixed often there
cease: must work well for you, merl
Dexter Fong: Did you omit those explding k-knickers?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol
H. Stones: thats sad that is Merl but i am not aware of any deaths from terrorist stand up comics
Merlyn: I've had other explosions in my underwear while under warranty
cease: its rare when i'm not the strangest person in the pic
Bunnyboy: brb
||||||||| At 10:11 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Merlyn that wasn't a warrant, that was a restraining order
Principalpoop: beans, lots of beans
llanwydd: you have a warranty on your underwear?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 10:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
llanwydd: amazing
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You have a warrant to inspect my shorts?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hey Bun
Bunnyboy: Like a coke fiend, I just didn't have enough lines.
Dexter Fong: He's number 9
Merlyn: warranty in shorts and quartz
Bunnyboy: 10 won't do. 25 is good.
Merlyn: 25 or 6 to 4
Dexter Fong: Is that the spread on the Jets game?
Principalpoop: i only have 20, think I should move up again?
H. Stones: am making english tea, would anyone like a cup ?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Coke fiend? Try the movie "The Coca Cola Kid".
llanwydd: I'd love one, stones
llanwydd: I never make it properly myself
H. Stones: milk or sugar, llan ?
Dexter Fong: I personally find 20 to be about optimum, enough lines but not so much they get buried in heavy chat
Principalpoop: too cold to grow tea in england, empire boy
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Won lump, or thoo?
llanwydd: a drop of milk I suppose
Bunnyboy: Reading Walter Tetley's biography. His stagename was inspired by the first...ehrm, teabaggers.
Principalpoop: some honey and lemon super for your flu stones
H. Stones: ok
Dexter Fong: and a potent jot of that Inca Hell Oil
ATweenByAnyOtherName: As long as it isn't from a milked bull, right clem?
H. Stones: no use asking Poop, he doesnt boil the water and dumps the tea in the harbour which he doesnt even spell correctly
Bunnyboy: I gotta re-watch THE BOOST, sometime.
cease: is anyone interested in acting in my new play?
Principalpoop: hows your queen stones? bowed to her lately?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Mmmmm Boston tea aparthite
llanwydd: I'd be interested, cat
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'll update my 8x10
Bambi: hey Dex, Bunny :-)
H. Stones: i just touch the occasional forelock, PP
Bunnyboy: cat: Sure! Send me any specs ya like.
Bunnyboy: lo Bambi!
Principalpoop: i would have to check the script first, call my manager
Bambi :-)
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol P - Stones does not like the innuendo
cease: glad to hear that, llan. i don't know your voice, send me some samples
H. Stones: what would you like me to call him, PP ?
Bunnyboy: No radio nudity!
llanwydd: I thought you had some, cat
Principalpoop: anything you want, he ignores me
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Oh, you mean the Windor family lol
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Windsor
cease: i have to tell y;'all abouot new musician
H. Stones: clearly a person of considerable taste
Principalpoop: a fraide not
Bunnyboy: I can record my lines real purty...now that I'm certified.
Principalpoop: they had the competency hearing already bunnyboy?
cease: http://www.facebook.com/l/609c7;www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc0QCbR8S48>www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc0QCbR8S48>http://www.facebook.com/l/609c7;www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oc0QCbR8S48
Bunnyboy sniffs, turns profile.
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Let's all dress up like Indians and throw it over the side!
Principalpoop: too long cease
Bunnyboy: Poop: Oh, years ago, years ago...
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: I wore a toga to mine, that showed them
cease: i plan to visit dex and doctech and elayne in may, inshallah
H. Stones: what did it show them, PP ?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: kewl, cease
Principalpoop: i had no undies hehe
H. Stones: i always suspected you of being Scottish
cease: so that is my deadlline for finishing my play
Principalpoop: that would be new york
ATweenByAnyOtherName: You weren't at the Undianapolis Race?
cease: yes poop, and doc in conecticut
Principalpoop: no, just a little skittish, on my father's side
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Annapolis, Indianapolis, it's all the same...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers burt in through the front door at 10:20 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
ATweenByAnyOtherName: The Baltimore Colts?
llanwydd: cat, do you remember when I recorded lines for "Red Shift" on cassette? do you still have it?
Principalpoop: burt!
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Hey burt
llanwydd: Hi burt!
cease: but i have to worry about my mother dieing
Principalpoop: you have heard my voice cat, is there a part for me? is there? huh? huh?
Bunnyboy: Hi, Hank!
cease: maybe, llan
Principalpoop: what?
Bunnyboy: brb. PC is folding it's virtual arms.
||||||||| At 10:22 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...
cease: yes poop and llan. i will give you both great parts
burt: Which album has the bit about susan underhill
cease: 2 places, burt
burt: betty jo bialoski
Principalpoop: you mean melanie faber?
cease: are you new here?
burt: no, nancy
H. Stones: Dont you mean, Betty Jo Bealovski ?
llanwydd: burt: the album is called How Can You Be in Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at All
burt: i am new
Principalpoop: ahh, nancy, who could forget nancy
cease: welcome
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Spread eagle on the floor, so I beat off the eagle...
Dexter Fong: I like to beat em off in the air
llanwydd: but everyone knew her as nancy
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
H. Stones: many eagles wont let you do that, Tween
Dexter Fong: Tween knows that AStones
Principalpoop: what is the british national bird anyway stones?
H. Stones: yes, i have seen the scars
||||||||| At 10:24 PM, burt vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
ATweenByAnyOtherName: lol Stones
Principalpoop: he got his answer and left
Merlyn: burt left?
llanwydd: he'll be back
ATweenByAnyOtherName: I'm a doctor, not a geologist Jim!
cease: he aint got no frineds on his left
Merlyn: that's right
Principalpoop: your right
cease: lol tween
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Eyes white!
Principalpoop: now where were we?
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Good one, P
llanwydd: I never got that "eyes white" till you quoted it now, tween
Dexter Fong: Tring to determin the British National Bird...and it's not twiggy
llanwydd: I thought it was "I's white"
Principalpoop: i like llans better
Dexter Fong: llan: Perhaps it's both
ATweenByAnyOtherName: Thanks, ah, clem
H. Stones: to be honest i dont know Dexter
llanwydd: that's what I'm thinking, dex
H. Stones: the queen stole all the s wans, even the ones that migrate from Siberia in winter
Dexter Fong: The Titwillow
ATweenByAnyOtherName: May the bluebird of happiness fly up your're knows....
Merlyn: you don't know dexter? Allow me to introfuse you
||||||||| ATweenByAnyOtherName departs at 10:27 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: I'll never get that whole play in one field of vision
H. Stones: its the cold weather that does that Dexter
Bambi: thanks Clem!
Dexter Fong: The ruddy Prowed european surveilant?
llanwydd: I'm still getting more of it all the time
Principalpoop: the voice of ahh, clem
||||||||| Outside, the 10:28 PM downtown bus from Uncasville pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: thank you ahh, clem and bambi the dear dear
H. Stones: and thank you very much Clem
Bambi: have a great week everyone! :-)
Principalpoop: ahh mudhead, howdy
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddy your just in time for the end
Mudhead: ty ah clem
H. Stones: and of course Bambi
Bambi: appts tomorrow and rest is needed tonight
Dexter Fong: of the broadcast
Principalpoop: toad away
Merlyn: you too bambi
ah,clem: good night all!
||||||||| At 10:29 PM, Bambi vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| ah,clem rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ah,clem?! It's 10:29 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: toodles ahh, clem bambi
Mudhead: ah, sorry , im late as usual
Dexter Fong: Night Clem and thank you
cease: thanks again clem
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
llanwydd: what is your new play about, cat?
cease: but before you go, know that austin wants to join chat next week
Principalpoop: what time? i have to check my schedule
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Rats!! I'm outta town next week
Principalpoop: wb bunnyboy
Mudhead: i will be here, hopefully on the new pc im building
H. Stones: i think our national bird is probably the Robin
Bunnyboy: Ooh! Bye clem and Bambi!
Principalpoop: the internet is everywhere fong, rent a laptop
Merlyn: hey, any special reason cat?
Mudhead: thats our state bird
Principalpoop: i did not mean to blugeon you stones, forget about it
llanwydd: ours is the bald eagle
Merlyn: I'll try to email or even call him near the start of the chat
H. Stones: apparently Mud, despite some superficial resemblence, the American Robin is not related to the British Robin
Mudhead: call, write or email me, my skype is adds2004
Principalpoop: you guys used to like wrens hehe
Merlyn: how about the Batman Robin?
H. Stones: it would appear that when english settlers arrived in the states and saw a bird with with a read breast, they named it a robin
Mudhead: ours has a red breast
Mudhead: i hear theyre delish
Bunnyboy: "What's a ward?"
Principalpoop: it is a rad beast
Dexter Fong: Yes quite different really
Mudhead: athrrrrrrrrrrrrrood get H. Stones a plate of warm smoking Americain Robins
Principalpoop: i saw a monster robin here one spring, almost as big as a chicken
Mudhead: grrr
Mudhead: stoopid kb
Principalpoop: they should have explained that at the hearing bunnyboy
H. Stones: pics of all british birds and sound recordings are all availble here
cease: thats a big robbin
Principalpoop: yes it was, eating good, or a huge tapeworm
Mudhead: thats a delicacy in some places
H. Stones: http://www.rspb.org.uk/
H. Stones: http://www.rspb.org.uk/
Principalpoop: amazing that some delicacies can be indelicate
cease: hows it goin, mud?
H. Stones: http://www.rspb.org.uk/
Dexter Fong: Mud YOu eat the delicacy the worm is in it
llanwydd: cat, why is your meeting with elayne and the others the deadline for the completion of your play? are you recording with them?
H. Stones: is that the baskin robin ?
Mudhead: i stopped drinking the worm
cease: that is my idea, llan
Principalpoop: nah nah nah nahnah tequila
Mudhead: cat will you be in nyc?
cease: i hpoe to visit nyc in may so that gives me a good deadline
llanwydd: you know, I wouldn't mind driving down there to record as well
H. Stones: Honey sends greetings to all from snowbound NM
Mudhead: hai!
Dexter Fong: Stones: If she's still up in the mountains prolly a lot of snow
cease: wow. i really look forward to recording you llan
cease: all our best to honey
llanwydd: last time I was in nyc it was may
Principalpoop: yes, give her our best
llanwydd: that time I took amtrak
H. Stones: yes she is, the place is called Cerro but i renamed ti Stamp Toilet
Mudhead: I'd love to meet, for real. I'm two hours north of NYC
Principalpoop: cetro, that was an old video arcade game
Dexter Fong: Cerro is spanish for freeze-ass cold
llanwydd: I hope you still have my cassette, cat. otherwise, I could record another if you let me know what you want to hear
cease: wow. id love to meet you, mud
Principalpoop: get a room
cease: i am very excited about going east this mayl
Dexter Fong: lol poop
cease: of course the same was true last year and suddenly it wasnt possible
Mudhead: you should come visit the casino's
cease: llan i'm stll writing play cant ask you to record something i havent written
Principalpoop: how many hours north are you llan?
llanwydd: I'm 300 miles north of nyc
Dexter Fong: North of what?
llanwydd: that's usually about 5 hours or less
Principalpoop: oki doki
Mudhead: im in new london ct
Mudhead: halfway between NYC and Bos
Principalpoop: what was wrong with the old london? colony boy?
llanwydd: I understand, cat. but you asked me a little while ago to send you something
Principalpoop: sorry mud, i was teasing stones earlier
Mudhead: we told them to go drink salted tea
cease: oh yes, llan
cease: you can send me a mp3 file
Dexter Fong: "Oh yes, I said" from Ulysses
Principalpoop: he was having tea, we reminded him of the party too
Mudhead: if we were gonna be fleeced, we'd fleece ourselves
Mudhead: and we did
cease: i have done it with ah clem and others, maybe you too
llanwydd: I can't do mp3s
Principalpoop: doing it good, better than george 3 could have dreamed
llanwydd: that's why I sent you a cassette. that's all I am able to do
cease: why nbot?
cease: oy
||||||||| 10:46 PM: Elayne 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!"
Principalpoop: HI E
Elayne: Damn, I can't believe I forgot it was chat night! Evenin' all!
H. Stones: Hi Elayne
Mudhead: no computer to make mp3's llan?
Dexter Fong: Get back, it's Elayne!
Elayne: I'll make up for it by posting the P&B interview on my blog...
cease: its the mother of us all
llanwydd: msntv2 doesn't do mp3s
Principalpoop: we waited for you
Mudhead: Hi E!
llanwydd: Hi Elayne!
Bunnyboy: Okay, the Ossman and Bergman interview starts about 12 minutes into this podcast:
Bunnyboy: http://www.podcastdirectory.com/podshows/6724834
Elayne: Yo Dex, are we EVER going to meet again for socializing? What does your schedule look like next Friday?
Bunnyboy: Hiya, Elayne!
cease: thanks bunny
Mudhead: how close are you llan?
cease: hows it going, el?
Mudhead: cuz I'll give you a pc
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Outta town
Merlyn: hey E
llanwydd: close to what, mud?
Mudhead: me
Principalpoop: whaaat?
Elayne: Gnashing of teeth, Dex! We are cursed, we are.
llanwydd: where are you?
cease: i am very into writing new play, deadline finishing is may when i hope to be visiting you, el
Merlyn: great, how long does it go on for?
Mudhead: yur 300 miles north of nyc?
Dexter Fong: We'll talk when I get back Elayne
Mudhead: New london CT
cease: dex and doc tech too
llanwydd: yes, mudhead
llanwydd: new london? not familiar
Principalpoop: afk
Mudhead: if you want to drive i have a number of used pcs id love to give away
cease: merl where did you have breakfast? did you eat at the braeburn?
Mudhead: southeastern CT
Mudhead: hear of the Sun Casino, Foxwoods?
Elayne: There, all posted.
llanwydd: well, I may be near you in may if you still have them, mudhead
Elayne knows New London well from her first marriage.
llanwydd: the only part of CT I know well is route 95
Mudhead: thats exciting, Id love to finally meet up
Elayne: My ex (and someday he'll come on chat, I keep hoping) is from Norwich.
Mudhead: im glad to see you here E
Elayne: Thanks Mudhead. I can't believe I almost forgot.
Mudhead: why he's only a mortar round away
cease: i look forward to seeing doctech's conectcut
Mudhead: its raddicaly diffrent than mine
cease: waht do you think, el? do you and robbin want to be in my new play?
Elayne: Does it pay? :)
Elayne: Robin said it stresses him out too much, but I'm always game for it. I have a face for radio!
llanwydd: well, I must be checking out. It's been great as always. see you next week
Elayne: Remember my epitaph: MOSTLY, SHE TALKED
Dexter Fong: See you in two llan
Elayne: Bye Llan!
Bunnyboy: El: I liked you and Robin on RED SHIFT.
Elayne: I'll be cutting out soon too, just dropped in to see what condition my conditioner was in.
cease: I want to take you to a restaurant of your choice
Elayne: Thanks BunnyBoy.
Elayne: Cat, that means driving up to Palisades Center and eating conveyor belt sushi, and we wouldn't dream of putting you through that. :)
cease: Your music was great in my play Bunny
H. Stones: Anyway folks, i gotta go take some anti flu meds now so so i wish you all well till next time
Elayne: Bye Stones, feel better sooN!
Dexter Fong: Night Stones, good to have you back in front of us
H. Stones: Thanks El, stay safe all, see you next week God willing
cease: Inshallah
Elayne: I too must go. I flit, I float, fleetly flee, I fly...
Mudhead: nite Stones
Mudhead: feel better
cease: off you flit
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:58 PM.
Mudhead: ok, nite all
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| At 10:58 PM, H. Stones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
cease: droppping like, uh
Merlyn: me too, gnite
Dexter Fong: fries?
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn
Bunnyboy: Nite Elayne!
cease: you were here, merl?
Bunnyboy: Okay, pinky swears and out?
Bunnyboy: nite Merlyn!
Dexter Fong: Uh sure, Bunny....you first
Merlyn: on and off cat
Bunnyboy: Have a swell week, y'alls!
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Merlyn: that's a schroedinger's cat, an on and off cat
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: as opposed to a bad week/
||||||||| Bunnyboy is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:00 PM.
||||||||| "11:00 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: Well I gotta run to and park my car, see you in two weeks
cease: do you know anything about the kirkland cancelation, merl?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: ok dex
cease: reality is not always your frend
||||||||| Around 11:02 PM, cease walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: rats, i was too long, have a super week and whatever you are doing next week fong, hail rita
Principalpoop: ciaooooo
||||||||| 11:09 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| 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:
Dexter Fong
H. Stones
wake (the flake)
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"