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 March 18, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Firesought-Health plummets into the garden at 5:34 AM.

Hot Dog! Yes, Dear Friends,

a mighty Hot Dog is our Lord!

I’m not talking about Hate!
I’m talking about Ate!
Dinner at Eight!

Let’s eat!

Ah, the glories of food,
the communication of communion

Ethyl and Rosenberg are passing amoung you with the plates .


I want you to pick those plates of those condiments,

then I want you to fill your bodies
and your mouths
and your minds

with the thoughts and realities of food.

Dear Friends,
Jesus said,

“Let’s us be as children.”

And what do children do?

They stuff themselves from day to night.

They eat.

They fill themselves with the reality of existence,

my friend.

The one common bond that holds the world together

. The bond of food,
the need for food,
the void of emptiness.

We must fill it

and fill us with the fullness of it.


We must eat of our friends
the birds,

of our friends
the cows,
of our friends the pigs.

Yes, it’s good to eat a friend,
my friend.

And when the duck comes down with the magic word,

what is the word?

The word is “Food!”

And we ate him.


||||||||| At 5:36 AM, Firesought-Health vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| RedPillTweeny sashays in at 4:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 5:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 18, 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?"
||||||||| c's steps in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging Bambi by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Bambi: Hey Cat
Bambi: hello dear friends :-)
c's: that's bozoette, catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside c's and inquires "Did you need me?"
c's: sexist bot
c's: hey b
Bambi: lol
Bambi: how's it going Cat?
Bambi: JL is up and running now
c's: not bad, bambi. how about yourself?
c's: that's great news
Bambi: (meaning he has the show up and running of course LOL)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:06 PM, then departs.
Bambi: doing OK...been a long but productive day
Bambi: hey Dex
c's: productive is good
c's: hey dex
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi and Cat
Bambi: yes, productive is good
Bambi: Clem hasn't put up the listen link het
Dexter Fong: Reproductive is more interesting though
c's: ive been making a bit of progress today on my video project for austin
c's: dex, i'll no longer need that subway ride to coney island
Dexter Fong: Gonna take a taxi?
Bambi: subway goes to coney island?
||||||||| "9:08 PM? 9:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "l should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as l enters and sits on the divan.
c's: rather do art galleries anyway
c's: no, grogan is out
Dexter Fong: You take a speedy motor cruiser?
Bambi: haven't been there since before I was old enough to pay attention to that
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:08 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Florida."
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'llanwydd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:08 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
llanwydd: that's better
Dexter Fong: You fly sexy bi=plane?
c's: i read ringolevio yesterday and this aft got very long letter from krassner about him
Bambi: my memories are of the haunted house and the roller coaster lol
c's: hi llan
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" it's just starting now'
||||||||| "9:09 PM? 9:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the divan.
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Bambi: (what do you expect at 4 yrs old right?)
llanwydd: l is me. I don't know how that happened
Bambi: hey llan
llanwydd: Hey Princ!
Bambi: hey princep
llanwydd: and everybody!
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Principalpoop: no, you are not me, I am me
ah,clem: loved the haunted house
Dexter Fong: Nerlyn
Principalpoop: hi M, all
Dexter Fong: Merlyn
Bambi: hey merlyn
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off l at 9:10 PM
Merlyn: there, happy?
c's: hi poop
Principalpoop: always
llanwydd: thanks, merl
Bambi: good timing merl :-)
Dexter Fong: give em "l" Merlyn
Bambi: lol
Merlyn: I gave 'em the tooth, they thought it was "l"
Dexter Fong: Really?
Bambi: I thought the l was in chicago ;-)
Dexter Fong: The fools!
Merlyn: Here are my two recommendations: http://katawa-shoujo.com and http://www.onemanga.com/Mysterious_Girlfriend_X
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies LastOfTheMoTweenians in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: there is no I in team
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Hello
Dexter Fong: How Tweeny
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Just watching Last Of The Mohicans. Cool movie
llanwydd: Hey Tween
Merlyn: Nino has Bambi and clem was down in Florida on vacation
Bambi: there ya go ... hey Clem
Bambi: hey Tween
c's: i cant get any sound out of my computer
Merlyn: drop it 10 feet cat, then it will make a sound
llanwydd: I've only seen the 1920 version
Bambi: kewl! always wanted to do that
Merlyn: "was" = "way" down in Florida
Principalpoop: plug in your speakers
Bambi: have been in AZ, NJ too lately...it's great! don't change a thing. I love it! I always to to check Nino to see where I am tonight :-)
Merlyn: just pretend it's a computer from the 1920s
llanwydd: seriously, the last of the mohicans was made in 1920. it was so long ago I saw it that I don't remember much except that boris karloff had a bit part
Bambi: I love that movie
Merlyn: that's the whole reason I made it Nino's predictions, since it's OK if he's wrong
Bambi: the old one and the remake
LastOfTheMoTweenians: lol Merl - I you drop a computer in Vancouver, does it make a sound?
Bambi: yeah, I love it Merl
ah,clem: not a bad bbq
Bambi: very good bbq Clem!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cease2', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Merlyn: we got rid of the Mohicans, but not the mohawks.
LastOfTheMoTweenians: I'm watching the remake with Daniel Day Louis
LastOfTheMoTweenians: True, Merl ;)
c's: im trying other computer
Principalpoop: fickle
Bambi: there ya cat ... hope that works out for ya
c's: it works so i'll turn this one off and reboot
ah,clem: you don't listen to the show? I played this for Tween
Principalpoop: no turn the other one off and reboot it
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Diet, cola?
Principalpoop: Ginger, snaps?
Bambi: lol princep
ah,clem: and I thought I was depressed before the show
LastOfTheMoTweenians: LOL P
LastOfTheMoTweenians: No, but Mary Anne does...
LastOfTheMoTweenians: lol Clem
Principalpoop: where is that wet blanket?
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: sheesh
Dexter Fong: kah
Dexter Fong: bob
cease2: probs with mac too
llanwydd: sheesh kabob?
llanwydd: you beat me to it
Bambi: too funny ... set your sights on your neighborhood .... store lol
Dexter Fong: shash lick?
llanwydd: I was having a little trouble with amrad. he keeps redirecting me
ah,clem: neighborhood .... gun store lol
llanwydd: or did it destroy de ancient woild?
LastOfTheMoTweenians: This really should be put back into print
Bambi: this is the pits ... THIS is the pits lol
LastOfTheMoTweenians: "I don't know, I wasn't there..." referring of course to Sylvester Stalone aka Rambo being a dance instructor during the Viet Nam War
cease2: good choice tween
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Somebody needs to suggest that to the FST (putting this back into print)
Principalpoop: cease can hear
Bambi: terriaki walking sticks lol
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Great that all four of the lads are now on Facebook
cease2: on the mac but typing is a bitch
cease2: is evereyone going to liksten to beergmans new show on sunday?
llanwydd: if they git away ya jest eat the sticks
Bambi: or however teriakki is spelled lol
cease2: hopefully not everybody as he woulndt have that much bandwidth
LastOfTheMoTweenians: It's a great album
Principalpoop: terry yucki
Bambi: listen on the mac and type on the pc? lol
llanwydd: doesn't matter. only the japanese know how to spell it
cease2: another mutt and smutt variant
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Can you send me an email about Proc's show, cease?
llanwydd: that reminds me, has anybody been watching the kurosawa films on tcm?
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Or post a link here?
ah,clem: one of the best, imho
cease2: sure tween, arent you on any of the firesign sites on facebook?
LastOfTheMoTweenians: The 7 Samurai is back in rotation?
llanwydd: 7 samurai is next tuesday
cease2: one of the most boring movies ive ever seen
llanwydd: the full version
cease2: though i loved some other kurosawa
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Yeah, I've fanned everything that's been suggested. The link is there somewhere?
cease2: ikiru is one of my favess, rashomon too
llanwydd: I think ran is my favorite
llanwydd: but I really liked yojimbo
Dexter Fong: Throne of bLOOD IS GOOD TOO
cease2: i have no tolerance for samurai flicks
LastOfTheMoTweenians: I got rid of my cable subscription with my new lease. I miss it, but I can say I'm sorry
LastOfTheMoTweenians: can't
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off c's at 9:28 PM
llanwydd: yojimbo might not have been as good as 7 samurai in every respect but I think yojimbo is more exciting
Principalpoop: no cable? ahh internet addiciton
Merlyn: we just cut off a chunk of our cable channels
LastOfTheMoTweenians: I'd rather watch movies on demand
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Yeah P, now all I have to do is stop staring at computer screens ;)
Bambi: we haven't watched cable tv or even commercial tv in quite a while; not even on hulu these days with the monthly limitations on the ONLY broadband available here through Verizon Wireless :-(
: there is a moment in Dreams where a van gogh painting comes to life that is one of the best pieces of cinema i've ever seen
: i'm unitary again
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:30 PM, dragging c's by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Satherwood, please cut off a chunk of Merly's cable for everyone
Principalpoop: who said that?
Bambi: I don't watch commercial television itself because the stuff I want to watch isn't on when I can watch it lol
c's: this is quite prescient
c's: dylan at the met
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Catherwood, please cut off a chunk of Merly's cable for everyone
||||||||| Catherwood cuts off a chunk of merly's cable for everyone.
llanwydd: he's learned to sing
Principalpoop: you got me started on castle, and now you quit? oh bambi
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Yes, I am typing in dim light
||||||||| Elayne tiptoes in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: that singing voice in the background is hilarious
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: Hi E
c's: hey merl, are you gonna tape bergman's new show?
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Hey E
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
c's: hey el
Merlyn: hi E
c's: this sunday evening we have 2 firesign shows on at the same time
Merlyn: hmm, I should, but they might be available on the site later too
Dexter Fong: Hi E
c's: dont you know?
Bambi: hey E!
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Ah, of course cease, I got that mail about Radio Free OZ - http://www.facebook.com/?pub=2309869772#!/group.php?gid=50372982074
c's: jive's hour hour is usually 90 min so when its over i can record directly on the pc but i'll feed mac headphone jack into a cassette recorder
c's: nd not even a very good one. alas for unfixable dat recorder
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Need to put that on the schedule, for sure
Elayne: Looking forward to the first Oz!
c's: does bergman have any sponsors, i wonder
c's: have you heard any of the hour hours, el?
c's: some of the best firesign i've ever heard.
Merlyn: I don't know yet, cat
c's: he seems to have a lot of friends in the company world
Dexter Fong: Mook sounds like Otto the Dog from Bride of Firesign
c's: indeed, el, though i fear not enough firesign, too much other people babbling or singing
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Yeah Dex, hadn't noticed that before :)
Merlyn: cat, it looks like shows will be available on the website under "jukebox"
Elayne: Variety is the spice of whozeewhatsis, Cat.
c's: good catch, dex
c's: proctor does that voice really well
Dexter Fong: and often too
llanwydd: I prefer mild whoozeewhatsis
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Some like it hot
LastOfTheMoTweenians: On a tin roof
Dexter Fong: Cure for whooseeshatsis ...just whip up a buncha thingummie
Dexter Fong: rub it all ofver the inflected part
LastOfTheMoTweenians: lol
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Is the part genuinely inflected?
Principalpoop: enough of this brouhaha
Elayne: Screen problems, back later...
||||||||| Elayne dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 9:38 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: wonder what she's screening
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Poor Elayne, forgot to close the sub door..
llanwydd: I keep getting redirected to amrad
Principalpoop: amrad amrad amrad bang thank you
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease2 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Screen doors hardly ever work
LastOfTheMoTweenians: You guys rest up, clem...
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Thanks so much for your valiant efforts
Dexter Fong: clem is two or more guys
c's: lay its egg here. in bozos its lay HIS egg
Principalpoop: now the voice of ahh, clem
c's: i dont know if i noticed that b4 but a big difference
LastOfTheMoTweenians: Nytol, and don't forget to support CNI Radio, without which, none of this would have been necessary...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:41 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs LastOfTheMoTweenians by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
llanwydd: Nite Tween
Principalpoop: thank you, take care of yourselves
c's: all the best clem
Dexter Fong: Night bambi and clem and it's been good reception out here
Principalpoop: ciao tween
c's: by tween
Merlyn: night tween, bambi , clem
Principalpoop: toad away
Dexter Fong: Night tween
ah,clem: good night all
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "9:42 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
llanwydd: Nite Clem
llanwydd: mr. amrad is becoming a nuisance
c's: unhappy amrad?
Dexter Fong: Get a restraining order llan
llanwydd: apparently he is not sure he understands me fully
llanwydd: and wants to tell me all about it
llanwydd: repeatedly
Principalpoop: i don't understand that fully llan, tell me again
Dexter Fong: huh?
Principalpoop: whaaaaat?
llanwydd: like I say, I keep getting redirected to the amrad site
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:45 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Bunny
llanwydd: Hey BB
Bunnyboy: RIP Fess Parker.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
c's: and bunny hops in
Dexter Fong: Bird Lives, man
Principalpoop: turn off your scripts or something
c's: and peter graves, fumiyo's fave actor
llanwydd: you know I didn't find out today that he had been davy crockett. I always remembered him as daniel boone
Dexter Fong: Boone...Crockett........all the same
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne in through the front door at 9:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: don't let Jed hear you say that
Elayne: Ah, I can see again, that's better!
llanwydd: and he walked all america to make all americans free
Dexter Fong: wb Elayne
Bunnyboy: Any way we can talk Peter Bergman into doing a montly Radio Free Oz "special", one Thursday at 9 PM ET / 6 PM PT?
llanwydd: as I remember
Dexter Fong: Just like Johhny Appleseed, llan
Bunnyboy: lo El!
Dexter Fong: That would be way fun Bunny
c's: boone is ancestor of j. allen boone, author of fantastic book called Kinship with All Life
llanwydd: didn't he split trees with his ax in the opening credits?
c's: i must have menitoned before
Bunnyboy: I was stalking distance away from Leonard Nimoy and Stan Lee, last weekend.
Principalpoop: sweet
c's: i hjpoe they didnt think so, bun
Merlyn: it'd be easier to just do a chat during RFO bb
||||||||| "9:49 PM? 9:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "H. Stones (GMT) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as H. Stones (GMT) enters and sits on the couch.
Principalpoop: your highness
llanwydd: Hey Stones
Elayne: Hey Stones!
c's: you mean this sunday, merl?
Bunnyboy: Merlyn rings the bell! Genius!
c's: hi stones
llanwydd: don't suppose you remember fess parker, do you stones?
H. Stones (GMT): Gruntings
Dexter Fong: Good idea Merlyn, will you send out the memo?
Merlyn: I can add sunday to the perm chat list
Merlyn: sure
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: great idea
Dexter Fong: Good evening Stones missed your entrancing entre
H. Stones (GMT): Fess Parker, yes i do, Moroccan wasnt he ?
Bunnyboy: Aw! Where's a da Bambi?
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: Yes Stones, had a little log cabin in the Casbah
Bunnyboy: Hemmie: You're thinking of a mole.
llanwydd: no, a tv actor who recently died. he was a subject of conversation before you came in
H. Stones (GMT): sorry about that Fong and i was wearing my little black off the shoulder number for you
llanwydd: I was shocked to hear he was 85. I remember him being young
Bunnyboy: Whose shoulder, he won't say.
llanwydd: or at least looking young
Dexter Fong: Next time Stones, just whistle.....youknow how to whistle don't you?
H. Stones (GMT): i think we can all just about remember being young, llan but lets not get to depressed
c's: speaking of moroccans, you know a musician named adbul malik, dex?
Bunnyboy: That was a great quote from the late Jack Nance: "We used to do some wild things, when we were young. Now, we're old."
Dexter Fong: Cat; Yes
c's: i dont know if actual north african but used their music in his jazz. best version of summertime i've ever heard
c's: a moroccan friend played it for me in 74 and never heard since
c's: i should be able to download it from the net
H. Stones (GMT): We just lost our best World Music DJ a couple of days back
llanwydd: I was listening to world music on npr's fresh air recently
H. Stones (GMT): he played the kind of music you couldnt pronounce but also couldnt forget
llanwydd: heard some pretty catchy brazilian music. I group called tribalistas
llanwydd: A group I mean
c's: ive heard some great brazillian music
H. Stones (GMT): Check out Charlie Gillett, he found Dire Straights, Elvis Costello, Ian Dury and the Blockheads etc
c's: did you know sonny bono discovered dr. john, brought him to la and produced his first album?
llanwydd: didn't know that
Elayne: Oh yeah, Sonny Bono was a big-time producer back in the day.
Dexter Fong: Lost in New Orleans I reckon
H. Stones (GMT): you will find lots of World Music at this url http://www.charliegillett.com/
llanwydd: dr. john was pretty hip
c's: just read an article online in al aronowitz's memoirs about a party for dr. john
c's: somehow its hard to connect their music in my head, el
Principalpoop: I got you babe
c's: but all i knew of him was his wife and his right wing politics
H. Stones (GMT): let go of me this instant Poop
Dexter Fong: And his brief but eventful skiing
llanwydd: I used to watch sonny and cher on tv
Principalpoop: cher and cher alike
c's: now his wife gets to vote with the repubs in his district or whatever you call them down there
llanwydd: I was just a little kid back then
c's: she was kicked out of my high school a couple of years before i got there.
c's: now on their website, they brag about her attending
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: came on after tony orlando and dawn show I think
c's: along with michael jackson and his whole family many years after me
H. Stones (GMT): was it the Adolph Hitler Memorial High School, we had one or two of them over here too C
c's: probalby anselmo pederasty too
c's: it was called Montclair. still is
Bunnyboy: Sonny and Cher, Tony Orlando and Dawn, Starland Vocal Band, Hudson Brothers...all of those shows seemed to have that same "Television City" vibe.
Dexter Fong: afkfr
H. Stones (GMT): mostly at the Catholic Schools, C
Elayne: Wow, I just lost a connection. And my cat's puking. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c's: or something like it
Principalpoop: karma E, be more positive about cat vomit and disconnects
Bunnyboy: And there's yer oracle...
Elayne: I'm positive I should go, PrinPoop. :)
Elayne: Night, all!
Bunnyboy: Watch out for that urp on the floor!
Principalpoop: good luck then, get well pretty pretty little kitty
||||||||| Elayne rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
c's: by el
llanwydd: I'm getting ready to shoot amrad
Principalpoop: hair ball alert, oop I was late
Dexter Fong: braaaaaccckkkkk
H. Stones (GMT): another liquid laugh from PP
Principalpoop: was clair pretty?
c's: stones, any news of honey?
Principalpoop: i would mount her
Dexter Fong: good timing
H. Stones (GMT): She is up in that city that rhymes with Turkey, C
Dexter Fong: Berkley?
llanwydd: lol
c's: in improving health, i hope
llanwydd: mazurky
c's: towel, bath, border
H. Stones (GMT): lets just say she is In Plain Sight
llanwydd: I'll be quirky
Principalpoop: GMT Grand Master Troubedour? General Mischief Tsar?, Goat Meat Tenderizer?
H. Stones (GMT): Beef Jerky ?
Dexter Fong: llan =)))
Principalpoop: Lurkey
H. Stones (GMT): Murky
Dexter Fong: We're in murky waters SPASm
llanwydd: here's an interesting bit of trivia. should I be embarrassed? I learned only today that The Man Without a Country was fiction
Merlyn: OK, I think all the stuff is set up for Sunday night chats now, Catherwood announcement, adding to the cheese log, etc
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Merlyn and says "Would you like something?"
Principalpoop: Nurky
Principalpoop: Perky :)
llanwydd: ever since I was a child I thought it was a true story until I looked at it on the internet today
c's: you want to announce it on facebook, merl?
H. Stones (GMT): definately Perky
c's: i wonder how many listeners bergman has bandwidth for
Bunnyboy: Are we worms, or are we sausages...with eyes?
Principalpoop: One night was not enough, now, Live, On Sundays too, the chat!
H. Stones (GMT): yes lets all join facebook and give away our details to crooks and the CIA
Dexter Fong: Who cares...I'm gonna go paint houses in the vaeely
llanwydd: I thought only anchovies had eyes
Principalpoop: was it emily dickenson who said something about not being a frog
c's: the firesign seem to like it stones, and they're far more paranoid than you, with good reason
Dexter Fong: Potatoes has eyes
Merlyn: probably not enough bandwidth yet cat
Principalpoop: the eyes have it
llanwydd: no that was gertrude stein. "a frog is..."
c's: were you part of that conversation at the bar about that, merl?
Dexter Fong: a rose by another name
H. Stones (GMT): its making the news over here at the moment, there is a info stealing virus doing the rounds on facebook at the mo
c's: bergman was talking to several folks about how to get more bandwidth and how many people would listen. i said at least a thousand, if he let fans know
Merlyn: no, what bar? about RFO?
c's: after the friday show in langley, merl.
Dexter Fong: I don't worry, I'm on assbook
Merlyn: I talked with PB a bit about it and about bandwidth, yes
c's: dont tell me your memory is worse than mine.
Merlyn: at whidbey
Merlyn: dave's not here
Dexter Fong: Whideby...hm Sydney?
Principalpoop: my life is an open book, a coloring book, with numbers
llanwydd: I've never bothered with facebook or myspace or anything like that
c's: yes, taylor and sam and preston
H. Stones (GMT): i guess the CIA already know me by now but i aint going to make it any easier for the bastards
Principalpoop: you should llan, get in the public eye
llanwydd: what is it with amrad tonight?
Dexter Fong: I'm only on CB radia now and intent to regress to ham operations soon
c's: always wise, stones
Principalpoop: under the contact lens, and tickle them
Principalpoop: 10-4 good buddy
c's: my daughter's friends wanted me to join the site they put up for her so i had to do that.
Dexter Fong: Having trouble getting the "cat's whisker" centered on the crystal
c's: a lot of youngens use it instead of email these days and i'd never learn things i need to know from them without it
Principalpoop: adjust your rheostat stat
H. Stones (GMT): i am available on MSN and Skype and even Trilllian, and have a couple of blogs to keep me busy if i run out of things to do and then of course there is always my interactive mailing list
H. Stones (GMT): dammit, i just got kicked off IE
llanwydd: haven't heard a peep out of catherwood tonight
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past llanwydd
Principalpoop: i caught your act on chatroulette too stones, nice, but lose the feather boa
Bunnyboy: llan: You'll have to change your name to luddwynn.
Dexter Fong: How is it you can remain hear if you got booted
c's: i guess he can be in 2 places at once
c's: worked for me earlier
llanwydd: hmm?
Merlyn: a web connection isn't a real connection dex, it can't tell if someone goes away
Dexter Fong: Wow! He must have gone to Commie Martyr
Merlyn: that's what the reaper is for
Bunnyboy: "In MY day, we didn't need no gas-powered interwebs, or mo-bile, howdy-do netplay..."
Principalpoop: don't fear the reaper, we can be like they are
llanwydd: well, I'm getting too much harrassment from amrad tonight and I've got some things to do. see you next week
Dexter Fong: Your damn right bunny
H. Stones (GMT): dammit, i keep getting kicked off
Merlyn: bye llan, maybe a lan would help llan
Principalpoop: yes, cells phones were for dick tracy and star trek
Dexter Fong: We had stereo-opticons and was damn greatful
||||||||| At 10:17 PM, H. Stones (GMT) runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Bunnyboy: nite llud...ehrm, llan.
Principalpoop: night llan good luck
||||||||| H. Stones (GMT) enters at 10:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: lol bb
Principalpoop: wb stones
H. Stones (GMT): ty pp
H. Stones (GMT): about once every 18 months, my XP eats itself
Principalpoop: C took his hat and goat
Dexter Fong: He has quite a collection
c's: no, his goat ate his hat
Dexter Fong: 'cept the goats keep eating the hats
Principalpoop: sounds like a burl ives song
H. Stones (GMT): those Mexicans keep dancing on my hats
Bunnyboy: "...we hollered at each other, through IRON MEGAPHONES! Nearly busted our teeth and arms..."
Dexter Fong: They do it to soften em for the goats
H. Stones (GMT): you may well be right Fong
Principalpoop: we didn't have megaphones, if you wanted to talk with somebody, you had to talk face to face
Merlyn: I need to pick up some goat softener
Bunnyboy: "...and we were only a yard or so apart. But they were BIG yards!"
Dexter Fong: "...I aspixiated two wives thrying to send smoke signals in our cave
H. Stones (GMT): we always used semaphore PP, its much quieter
Dexter Fong: "...Pedro our groundskeeper takes care of the yards
Principalpoop: what is a sema for?
Bunnyboy: Poop: "That's very funny! A fly marrying a bumblebee..."
Dexter Fong: artificial semaphore...when you don't care to get personally involved
Principalpoop: keep your mother out of my yard and i will keep my, ahh that is disgusting..
Dexter Fong: Dad out of the Daises?
Principalpoop: don't eat those daisies
Dexter Fong: Specially don't eat the yellow daisies
Merlyn: See you Sunday people (if I remember) for RFO, going to do more flash game programming, I finally upgraded
c's: ok merl. see you sunday
Merlyn: and to repeat my recommendations: http://katawa-shoujo.com and http://www.onemanga.com/Mysterious_Girlfriend_X
Dexter Fong: Flash, Gordon?
Merlyn waves
Principalpoop: I was as disappointed as a snake on her honeymoon with the garden hose
||||||||| At 10:23 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
c's: Gin, please
Dexter Fong: Something wrong with the old hoase?
Principalpoop: gin and tonic
Principalpoop: anime anime, no anime for me
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please bring me a Bombay martini, up, dry, with olives, lease
||||||||| Catherwood hands Dexter Fong a bombay martini up dry with olives lease.
H. Stones (GMT): did i hear someone talking about chatting on Sundays ?
Dexter Fong: Tell him Cat
Principalpoop: no stones no, don't show up here sunday nights
Dexter Fong: Why not poop?
c's: yes stones, bergman's new radio show starts 9 pm pst sunday night
H. Stones (GMT): ok, i dont work on the Sabbath, i already gave up Fridays
Principalpoop: america first, no foreigners
c's: merl just set up chat for thatr night.
c's: probably a werid hour for you
Principalpoop: you will be at the pub, eating fish and chips and drinking guinness
Dexter Fong: The idea would be that we'd be in chat and listen to Radio Free Oz?
c's: yes dex
H. Stones (GMT): well i dont drink and they dont sell fried fish on Sundays
Dexter Fong: Canadian Eh?
Principalpoop: well, ok, i guess you can come then
H. Stones (GMT): is it fm radio or is it streamed ??
Principalpoop: and why not fried fish on sundays? a religious thing?
H. Stones (GMT): lol fong
Dexter Fong: Cat, streaming is it?
H. Stones (GMT): yes, poop
c's: yes
c's: i dont nkow how many of us he can tolerate
Dexter Fong: Cat: Please tell Stones where the link is
Principalpoop: i thought you all were atheists now, all of europe? that is what they tell us
c's: at the same time as hour hour #9
Dexter Fong: Caonflict
Dexter Fong: Conflict
H. Stones (GMT): its best to keep foreigners out of you can, i went in a chat room last week and it was full of Americans, i hope i dont make that mistake again
Principalpoop: i am betting they will put a link at the top like cni
Principalpoop: we are pretty ugly stones, no doubt about it
Dexter Fong: That would be a blessing
c's: http://radiofreeoz.com/
||||||||| It's 10:30 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...
Dexter Fong: amrad has removed llud
H. Stones (GMT): i hear that one in three of americans weighs as much as the other two ...
Dexter Fong: llan
Dexter Fong: other two shat?
Dexter Fong: what?
Principalpoop: i don't understand llud, but I like it
Bunnyboy: I'm a whipped dog. Sunday, perhaps?
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's all just world music
Bunnyboy: nitey
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Principalpoop: ciao hip hop bunny
H. Stones (GMT): see ya Bunny
Principalpoop: isn't the lludhouse the swedish or israeli parliment building?
Dexter Fong: lluhouse is where the luddites congregate
Principalpoop: i know luddites
Principalpoop: they threw their sandals into the gears of industry
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:34 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
c's: by bun
Principalpoop: ahh this sunday night, we might be celebrating the house passing health care reform
Dexter Fong: Poop: Hence "shoes for industry"
Principalpoop: precisely
H. Stones (GMT): i will have to go now, Honey is trying to phone me
Principalpoop: give a few million americans the same access to health insurance that the politicians give themselves, hardly communistic...
Dexter Fong: Gnight Stones and give Honey all our best
Principalpoop: give her our best, and ciao your highness
c's: by stones
H. Stones (GMT): thanks for that guys, i will pass on your greetings
Principalpoop: good luck with xp
H. Stones (GMT): take care, stay safe and have a good week
c's: we do our best
H. Stones (GMT): i am saving up for a new PC and Windows 7 at the moment
c's: good luck, stones
Principalpoop: sweet
H. Stones (GMT): thats the kind of crazy guy i am
H. Stones (GMT): see you laterz agitators
Dexter Fong: I find windows 5 1/2 good enough
Principalpoop: all downhill after DOS 2.0
H. Stones (GMT): dont get me started, Poop
H. Stones (GMT): TTFN
Dexter Fong: All down hill after cuneiform
Principalpoop: goat head soup is 40 years old this may
Principalpoop: cherrio
||||||||| 10:41 PM -- H. Stones (GMT) left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Those the goats what ate the hats?
c's: proctror was there when they recorded that album, poop
Principalpoop: wow
c's: 100 years ago, perhaps my fave stones song, though its hard to pick one
Principalpoop: lots of them make my toes tap
c's: i think him and jagger were sharing a girl friend at the time
Principalpoop: hard to believe they had to change the lyrics for ed sullivan to lets spend some time together
Principalpoop: and what kids can see on the internet now, by mistake hehe
c's: ellvis had to change his hips to get on sullivan
Principalpoop: yes, wow
c's: if he wanted the beatles to cutr their hair, they probably would have
Dexter Fong: Cristine Jorgenson had to change her...never mind
Principalpoop: sure
c's: lol dex
Dexter Fong: She has sooo few fans anymore
Principalpoop: who was the mexican astronaut?
Dexter Fong: Jose Jiminez
Principalpoop: ahh jes
c's: for some reason i had that 45
Dexter Fong: His real name was Schmuley Blingstein
Principalpoop: you could not make that up lol
Dexter Fong: Ha ha I just did
Dexter Fong: =))))))
Principalpoop: where is the moderator? that is an offense against the rules of the chat
Dexter Fong: It was Tino Tortarelli
Principalpoop: i will not be duped
Dexter Fong: Not willingly , certainly
Principalpoop: depends
Dexter Fong: Yes, we'll all wear them eventually
Principalpoop: i don't need to, just saves time
Dexter Fong: And dry cleaning
c's: do we have to be moderate?
Principalpoop: i get through the line at the stores faster
Dexter Fong: Clean up on every aisle
Principalpoop: yes, no extremities allowed in chat
Dexter Fong: I'll get back to your rather intemperate but calming call to arms
Principalpoop: i was just pulling your leg, oops that was not your leg, sorry
Dexter Fong: away for a minute, brb
Principalpoop: ok
Principalpoop: ok, your turn to dupe me cat
c's: il duce?
Principalpoop: i am gullible, let me have it
c's: how are the liliputians?
Principalpoop: fine, they put lili over there and now over here
Dexter Fong: Then they puted all over the place
Principalpoop: you are swift
Dexter Fong: Swiss!
Principalpoop: wb fong
Dexter Fong: Thank you fellow inmates
Principalpoop: little ole lady whoooooo
c's: my back really hurts so i better go eat something. see some of you on some future day
Principalpoop: ahh the bus
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
c's: by poop and dex
Principalpoop: i will try to remember sunday, I am a creature of habit, but I will try
||||||||| At 10:56 PM, c's scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: super week or sooner, tally-hoooooo
Dexter Fong: Write it on a post it and put it on your monitor
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Principalpoop: with all the others? hehe nice try lol
Principalpoop: night
||||||||| At 10:57 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...
||||||||| Clem bounds in at 11:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Clem: Ahh .... Clem!
Clem: That's the steel box! Inside I'm tan and handsome!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:02 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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 accompanies HotKiss into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:47 PM, then departs.
HotKiss: What's the scoop?
HotKiss: You haven't heard the last from me!...
HotKiss: What's the scoop?
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| HotKiss - 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:

Dexter Fong
H. Stones (GMT)
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"