||||||||| 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 Sunday's chat log for April 18, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "6:52 AM and late as usual, it's RedPillTweeny, just back from Funfun Town." ||||||||| It's 7:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood leads fordprefect into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:33 PM, then departs. ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| fordprefect - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "11:24 PM? 11:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers the steel box inside, makes a note of the time (11:35 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hey SB the steel box: Mr. Fong Dexter Fong: Looks like without the radio show, there's little attendance the steel box: I keep forgetting that this really happens on eastern time Dexter Fong: Actually it happens in all times zones, just differently =) the steel box: Do you know anyone who is planning to attend any of the october shows in los angeles? Dexter Fong: Not offhand but I assume people will be letting their plans be known as time moves on the steel box: I will be interested to see if they do anything more elaborate with props or wardrobe at the venue this time Dexter Fong: They *do* tend to take a minimalist approach to those sort of thing the steel box: It was sort of the polar opposite when I saw them in the eighties at The Roxy Dexter Fong: The last time I saw them (PB, DO, PP) in the mid 90's - The Steam Driven Internet show in NYC- they didn't use very much in the way of props or wardrobe Dexter Fong: Guess I'll get outta here, if you can, drop by Thursday.....6:00 pm PDT, definitely better attended the steel box: Until next time ||||||||| At 11:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, the steel box!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| 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."
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