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 May 27, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads FuxtirFongFreak inside, makes a note of the time (6:15 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.

“It comes in,

it must go out.

” Teslacle’s Deviant to Fudd’s Law.

So, with the invention of the Motor Operated Pushover,
Man and Science
gave birth to life here,

in the future!


All is up against the Wall of Science!


I like the future
-- I’m in it!

Built it myself,
and I love it!

I’m not sure . . .
Personally, I’m very pleased.

No, I think it’s going to be all right.

I can dig it.

How do I like the Future?
Well, the Future’s not here yet, man!

Smaller, but cleaner.

Right on!

I say live it or live with it!

Straight ahead!

Well, I think it has quite a great future in it.

It’s electric.

Zap of electricity


What does this mean?

Well, for the straight poop,

let’s go where I go every morning.

Centrally located
and barely a strone’s throw
from the Tomb of the Unregistered Voter,
in the historic Old Grid Building . . .

[crossfading to a new location] Hello Clive!


This is the Hornorable Chester Cadaver.

Sure, understanding today’s complex world of the Future
is a little like having bees live in your head.

But -- there they are!

And, like the young lady said . . .

I say live it, or live with it!! .

||||||||| FuxtirFongFreak departs at 6:16 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 5:28 PM and Mudhead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: Catherwood jump the wall of Science
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Mudhead and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 5:32 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts AmazonTweenOnThe Moon inside, makes a note of the time (5:33 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: bbl
||||||||| "Hey AmazonTweenOnThe Moon!" ... AmazonTweenOnThe Moon turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 5:34 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 27, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's c, just back from British Columbia."
c: anyone here?
Dexter Fong: Yep
c: cni happening?
Dexter Fong: Anyone there?
Merlyn: hey
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and H. Stones sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: CNI is not happening and I saw no notice
H. Stones: helps fong remove his blindfold
Dexter Fong: Stones, you dear chap, let me take that grape off of your hands
Merlyn: bad news, Tom Gedwillo (of Chromium Switch), his wife died last night
H. Stones: be careful thats a date grape
c: oh no
Dexter Fong: Ecstacy?
c: i just sent him a tape of an old interview with ossman which mentions chromium switch
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Had she been sick?
Merlyn: she had been feeling ill and has had MS for a long time
Merlyn: and had complications from pneumonia from 3 years back
Dexter Fong: ah, MS....bad stuff
c: what a terrible thing for tom
Merlyn: just died in her sleep apparently
c: i had a cousin about my age die of ms a few years ago
c: thanks for the news, merl. i'd rather hear it here than on facebook
||||||||| 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 9:11 PM.
H. Stones: Hi Mud
Mudhead: Hi friends
Dexter Fong: Hey Mudhead
c: hi mud
Mudhead: Sorry havent been around, always busy on Thursday night it seems
Merlyn: A friend of mine from Shockwave Radio died about 2 years ago, he was my age.
c: more bad news
H. Stones: I have reached an age when losing olf friends happens all too often
Mudhead: glad to see ya still here
c: we've lost two of our tiny community, tiny dr. tim and klok
H. Stones: i was sad to lose klok as we had only just got to know each other
c: i guess tiny tim was before your time here, stones
H. Stones: this community may be on the small side but never forget that it punches well above its weight
Dexter Fong: and well below the belt
Mudhead: well, guests are here, I must go
Mudhead: cya soon
c: later, mud
H. Stones: take care Mud
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 9:15 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Thanks for droppin by Muddie
llanwydd: good evening, dear friends
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
c: hi llan
llanwydd: what's the central audio attraction this evening?
H. Stones: we are it
c: we dont know if there'll be one
Dexter Fong: There is no audio tonight apparently
llanwydd: it's always cool when we are it
c: i heard an interesting firesign piece from 82 on tuesday night, new for me
Dexter Fong: and?
c: john james Surrealist show on the santa cruz npr station has been playing firesign goodies for decades
llanwydd: catherwood, a sugar free mountain dew, please
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside llanwydd and mumbles "Did you want something?"
c: he recorded this by himself when the guys played some computer thing around santa cruz
c: i thought ossman had left the group by then, but he was on it
H. Stones: catherwood, fetch me an apple juice and hold the aspartame please
||||||||| Catherwood gives H. Stones an apple juice and hold the aspartame.
llanwydd: never heard of john james surrealist but he sounds like my kind of guy
c: its similiar to their history of radio piece, though i had thought that was much later
c: his show is called The Surrealist. at midnight on tuesday nights. i listen when i'm up then
c: very surprised the firesign haven't contacted him
H. Stones: i hope you will be very happy together llan
llanwydd: I went swimming tuesday night
llanwydd: great fun
llanwydd: likely to go to The Ledges Saturday
H. Stones: i was on my towns swimming team, but the pools stepped up the chlorine
llanwydd: don't like chlorine, stones?
llanwydd: I can do without it when I can
H. Stones: i am intolerant of quite a few chemicals llan
llanwydd: you would love the united states, stones
H. Stones: its one of the reasons i became an environmentalist
H. Stones: true llan
llanwydd: I got thrown out of a health club with a swimming pool because of a chlorine le||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:28 PM and cease waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: now what's up?
||||||||| 9:30 PM: Merlyn 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Merlyn: hmm, this is very odd
cease: this is like irc again, merl
||||||||| Outside, the 9:30 PM bus from New York pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Was there a split?
llanwydd: leak, I mean
Dexter Fong: And Why is my type so big
Merlyn: I dunno what did this
Merlyn: dex
cease: your genotype?
Merlyn: your font looks ok to me
Dexter Fong sings "One pill makes me smaller
llanwydd: I'll never forget it. there were about 200 of us standing in our bathing suits while the EMS people searched for the source of the CO2
Merlyn: if your font still looks wrong dex, try logging out and back in
cease: aha, the lakers have come back to life.
Merlyn: the login has the display font size
Dexter Fong: Ok merlyn
llanwydd: I believe this was in 1998
Dexter Fong: Everything *seems* normal...what's up with that?
Dexter Fong: ooops everything just grew
cease: in this case, normal is a good thing
Dexter Fong: Okay then
Dexter Fong: It's going to be alright
llanwydd: lkjhgfd
Dexter Fong: dman right llan
Merlyn: when the output gets chopped up like that, it can mess up the HTML
cease: was that a netsplit, merl, like we used to have on irc?
Merlyn: no, there's nothing to split
cease: aha
cease: why were we all suddenly kicked off?
Dexter Fong: end of the line
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop in through the front door at 9:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: I don't know, I think the host machine lagged a very large amount or something
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop, you missed all the brou haha
llanwydd: thanks for calling me dman anyways. never been called that before
Principalpoop: i missed the brou haha
Principalpoop: haha?
cease: hey poop, you missed being kicked off
Dexter Fong: we couldn't talk to each other and there was massive font all over the place
Principalpoop: ahh flash attack
Merlyn: everyone saw something different
Dexter Fong: Kind like when Firebroiled acts out
Merlyn: none of my fonts were odd sized, and I didn't get logged off, but I got a message as if I logged in
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Like we were in parallel universes
Principalpoop: everything is fine, you all hallucinated
llanwydd: sdfghjk;l
Dexter Fong: Stones never made it back
Merlyn: the logfile shows the same odd text, same as my output was
llanwydd: of course stones never made it back. he's got 7 hours to do it
Dexter Fong: llan: He could be stuck in his parallel universe
Dexter Fong: That's the one where the element Chloring doesn't exist
Dexter Fong: chlorine
cease: maybe stones is trapped behind an invisible wall
Principalpoop: no bleach? so they have less blondes and had no white michael jackson?
Dexter Fong: all in all he just another invisible brick in the invisible wall
Dexter Fong: Poop: I dunno bout that,
llanwydd: bleach and chlorine are not the same
llanwydd: they don't depend on each other like time and space
Principalpoop: huh?
Principalpoop: your theory of duration?
Principalpoop: must we endure a discussion about endurance as the basis of reality?
Dexter Fong: sorry, kinda spaced out there for a brief time
Principalpoop: the clorox fumes
cease: i'm watching laker game
cease: when theyre losing, i put on another channel
llanwydd: a solemn air and the best comforter to an unsettled fancy cure they brains now useless boiled withing the skull
Dexter Fong: so they must be winning then
cease: yep
cease: anyone hear last nweek's hour hour?
Dexter Fong: not me
cease: ossman had been stopped and searched by cops twice the previous week, so they riffed on that at great length
Principalpoop: not I
cease: maybe the most political stuff i've ever heard them do
Principalpoop: for what?
cease: for lookoing like a hippy
Principalpoop: that happened to me, I got a hair cut lol
cease: the firesign performed at the rennaissance pleasure fair in la, which was started by ossman's wife
cease: cops stopped him coming and going to the fare
Dexter Fong: sheesh in NYC they only stopped you if you *didn't* look like a hippy
Principalpoop: was he holding?
cease: i went there to see them that summer but they weren't there when i was.
cease: thakfully, not, poop
Dexter Fong: I was still a beatnik at the time so I got stopped a lot
Principalpoop: wait, it is legal in california now, right? almost?
cease: almost, poop
Dexter Fong: Had to explain the existential angst of the moment
cease: they wree always political, bergman especially, as with his new show
Dexter Fong: poop Medically some do say
cease: but this was the first time i'd ever heard the 4 of them get into it that passionately
Principalpoop: they made fun of the right and the left
Dexter Fong: Hmm centrists eh?
Principalpoop: they make fun of both sides
Principalpoop: because neither side has the robe of righteousness hehe
Dexter Fong: I wish both sides had the cone of silence
llanwydd: what is playing on cni?
Principalpoop: they are leftists about some thing and rightist about some things
Dexter Fong: cni is not playing
Principalpoop: the computer guy
Principalpoop: woody? curly? alan?
llanwydd: I'm celebrating the nearness to 10:00
cease: no cni or no firesign?
Principalpoop: Glee is coming on at 10 llan?
Dexter Fong: what time is it catherwood, please
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:57 PM"
Dexter Fong: I assume poop checked cni and got their usual TWIT show or something like it
llanwydd: sdfhkjl
Principalpoop: yes fong
Dexter Fong: Thank you poop
Principalpoop: the guy had a tv show for a while
Dexter Fong: Leon ...something?
Dexter Fong: Leo LaPorte
Principalpoop: Leon LePeu
Principalpoop: fong wins
Dexter Fong: peppy answer poop
Principalpoop: I thought it stank
Dexter Fong: Too much peppy perhaps
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: it is 10:00 llan
llanwydd: I missed Young Tom Edison on TCM tuesday. anybody seen it and does i it have anything in common with the FST club?
llanwydd: I had to miss it for a theatrical audition
Principalpoop: is that with mikey rooney?
Dexter Fong: I think only in that FST apropriated the name cause it sounded funny]
cease: i'm not sure about that, dex. it may have been a real radio show from long ago
llanwydd: asdfgjhlk';
cease: you never know what they make up and what they find
Dexter Fong: Cat: I suppose although I've never heard any OTR folks mention ity
llanwydd: yeah that had mickey rooney
cease: true, dex
Dexter Fong: I think they found the movie which was a 40's? film
Merlyn: well, I'm going to take off early tonight, see you next week
Principalpoop: then I don't remember it, I only remember the one with don ameche
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and be careful
||||||||| Merlyn rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:04 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
llanwydd: yeah, young tom edison was 1940
Principalpoop: thanks M, have a good week
Dexter Fong: That was Older Tom Edison
cease: ok merl
llanwydd: the club was 1975 to 1980 I think
Principalpoop: or was it alexander grahm bell
llanwydd: Nite Merlyn
Principalpoop: abe lincoln?
Dexter Fong: Older TE was by that time an inventor and also played fullback for the old Baltimore Colts
Principalpoop: no that was massey
Dexter Fong: Hugh Massykeela
llanwydd: yeah, massey was 1940
Principalpoop: the guy from arsenic and old lace
Dexter Fong: Goona keel ole massy now early Negro Spiritual
llanwydd: fonda was 1939
llanwydd: oh that guy
llanwydd: I did arsenic and old lace less than 10 years ago
Dexter Fong: Oh dem golden cross trainers another old spiritual
Principalpoop: who did you play?
llanwydd: I played O'Hara
Principalpoop: sweet
Dexter Fong: Scarlet?
cease: i woulndt mind doing some old lace, but arsenic would scare me
Dexter Fong: Just use it for the roses Cat
llanwydd: I used to call it " arse " ...
Dexter Fong: Odd name for a rose
||||||||| 10:09 PM: AmazonTweenOnThe Moon jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
cease: hi tween.
llanwydd: Hey Tween!
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: and now we return to our 1954 classic. There will be no further interruptions...
Dexter Fong: but I guess t'would smell the same
Principalpoop: hey tween
||||||||| doctec enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: hi doc
cease: wow, its doc too
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween and the Good Doctor his self
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Evening, fellow space travelers
llanwydd: Hey Tec!
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Hi Doc
llanwydd: We all want to know how Lili's doing
Principalpoop: doc give him something for his cough
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Catherwood, please give Doc a quarter for his cough
||||||||| Catherwood hands doc a quarter for his cough.
llanwydd: not much of a cough
cease: whats up, doc?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Not much od a quarter
Principalpoop: thumbs are frozen
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: of
llanwydd: anybody ever heard of strawberry cough?
Dexter Fong: We shall give no quarter men!
Principalpoop: type with your nose doc
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: The nose knows
cease: only half men?
llanwydd: ertyuio
Principalpoop: strawberry alarm clock, yes
Dexter Fong: Blueberry Lunge, yes
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:13 PM and doctecazoid bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
cease: was he really here at all?
cease: ah bunny
doctecazoid: here i am
llanwydd: knew you'd bring the grape, doc
cease: thanks for hopping by
Bunnyboy: Argh! Missed doc.
Dexter Fong: There two of only one person
Bunnyboy: Yoda
llanwydd: Hey Bunny! How you been?
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Bunnyboy: Oh, he's just...here!
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Half men? Why, just look at this hole...
Bunnyboy: Hiyall.
Dexter Fong: Yoda seen him if yah got here earlier
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Hey Bun
doctecazoid: i'm here - after a fashion
Principalpoop: all our yucks were cast upon the wind
Bunnyboy: doc and I must be a double act.
llanwydd: Yoda's No Disgrace
Bunnyboy: (sings) I'm Harry! I'm Walter! The billing doesn't matter...
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: and our fate, P
cease: you on one of those phone thingies, doc?
Principalpoop: Kismet
doctecazoid: i was here 1st you impastor
Bunnyboy: llan: No, but this is. Yes is touring with Peter Frampton...and WITHOUT Jon Anderson.
Principalpoop: say it ain't so bunnyboy
Principalpoop: do you feel like I feeeeel
doctecazoid: yes im on the droid again
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: That's different, Bun
Bunnyboy: I guess I'm leaping to tour conclusions. They're playing the Snoqualmie Casino, in July.
Principalpoop: Aliens?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Saw Wright/Frampton/Yes at RFK in DC
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Moraz was touring Relayer
Principalpoop: cool
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Excellent show
doctecazoid: on the QT?
Bunnyboy: Hey, Wednesday's RFO had a Dear Friends "Bernard Flapdoodle" segment.
Bunnyboy: I'd not heard it before. Priceless!
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: So what's up with clem?
llanwydd: yes, I can understand Yes touring without Jon. But Peter Frampton. He is about as un -Yes as there is
cease: i heard it, bun
Dexter Fong: Bun: Is it/was it a new iece or something from early days?
cease: they are ressurecting some great old stuff
cease: id you hear their riff on stoned cooking?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Kewl
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I heard Wakeman has stopped touring
cease: that was the same ntc article that elayne mentinoed when she was on chat last week
Bunnyboy: Dex: It was old Austin, with the same gigglers as "The Chinchilla Show".
Bunnyboy: I heard Wakeman's doing standup.
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Chinchilla is one of my all-time favs
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| doctec - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: His son is/was touring with Yes.
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: lol Bun
Dexter Fong: Tween: Wakeman is doing a tour with Carl Palmer, un plugged I believe
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Dear Friends has some excellent cuts
Principalpoop: wow fong
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Wow Dex
llanwydd: rtyuiop
doctecazoid: in the works: a firesale storefront
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: That would be amazing
Bunnyboy: The thirtysomething Canadian they have on lead vox has the chops, but he ain't Jon.
Dexter Fong: Playing the Nokia Theater here in NYC
Principalpoop: no kidding the nokia?
Bunnyboy: Tween: No, really! Wakeman's supposed to be a real cut-up.
Dexter Fong: I no kia pal
cease: tell us more about the firesign storefront, doc
doctecazoid: and there'll be some 'new' vintage fst audio available
Dexter Fong: We been waiting hunerds of year for this
Bunnyboy: Sad news: Tom Gedwillo's wife of 35 years, Deborah, passed away today.
cease: merl told us earliler, bun. a great loss
Principalpoop: gosh, sad news
doctecazoid: that's the plan anyway - things are in the formative stages
llanwydd: of all the strangeness
Bunnyboy: That's it! They need to FORM, on the STAGE!
Principalpoop: in the works eh? the kettle is on to boil eh?
cease: tom has been a large part of the firesign community almost as long as there's been a community
doctecazoid: i'll be doing some php coding this weekend, laying in the foundation
Bunnyboy: Guilty pleasure: listening to RFO podcasts double-speed, via iPhone.
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Condolences to Tom
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: He's done an amazing job promoting FST
llanwydd: I auditioned for a play titled 33 variations this past tuesday
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon forms at the mouth occasionally
llanwydd: it's about beethoven
Principalpoop: no no it is 31 llan, geesh
llanwydd: thanks, princ. I wish I had known when I auditioned
doctecazoid: yes that is sad news indeed. mr gedwillow has been a firesign supporter longer rhan anyone here
Principalpoop: after 35 years, she probably grew on him too, it must be a horrible loss, beyond words
cease: Fumiyo and I have been married for 35 years. It is a long time
Bunnyboy: llan: I think I'm destined to play the lead in TO THE CHICAGO ABYSS...because, well, that's pretty much me.
Principalpoop: long and a blink of an eye
Dexter Fong: ah time and space again
llanwydd: I'm happy for you, cease.
Bunnyboy: The aging man who just can't shut up about little, touchstone memorabilia.
doctecazoid: how time flys
Principalpoop: abyss is just abyss
llanwydd: np: van der graaf generator
cease: and my daughter was killed 12 years ago this sunday. just got off phone with her friend Steph, who'll be joining us for dinner at Bit's fave restaurant
Dexter Fong: llan: I saw that variations play on B'way with Jane Fonda
cease: 1998 is beginning to seem like a long time ago
llanwydd: You've seen it, Dex!
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Sad thing, cease. I can't imagine what it's like to lose a child
cease: hope it never happens to you, tween
Principalpoop: i can't either, no clue
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I loved the deal with your taking her shoes to places in Japan. That was really cool
Principalpoop: life keeps going, no matter what
Dexter Fong: ooh bla dah
cease: i want to ressurrect that project when i visit doc in sept.
cease: it was a good idea, but japan in the summer is beyond bearable
llanwydd: I've read about the whole thing on the internet, cat. I've never been through anything like that but I feel for you, Cat
Principalpoop: What makes the world go around?
Dexter Fong: Gravity space and time
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: So I've read. There's a reason silk clothing was popular, apparently
Principalpoop: tell that to the Herman Hermits
doctecazoid: i count every day w/lili as precious
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: The Mexicans use loose-woven cotton
cease: i was going through some of my parents photos i hadnt seen and found some of Bit the other day. that night i dreamed of her
cease: i think that's what will happen to Tom.
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: South Texas can be dripping humid
llanwydd: how do you know about that, tween?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: About what?
llanwydd: NP: La Rossa - Van der Graaf Generator
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Living in Austin for 15 years?
Dexter Fong: He bought some dry goods from some wet backs
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: LOL Dex
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: My family had a condo in Cancun ;)
Principalpoop: called loco weed fong
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: The clothing I bought has come in handy
Principalpoop: my family had a duplex in duluth
cease: gloves?
llanwydd: "the joking and the smoking and the quips
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: lol
Dexter Fong: Our family holdings - a triplex in TRIPOLI WAS INVADED BY FUCKING MARINES BACK IN THE DAY
llanwydd: "deep inside you're a germ body" - vdgg
Principalpoop: we used to own part of a patio in paris
Dexter Fong: Capital idea someone thought
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon trips over an ottoman
doctecazoid: all caps?
Dexter Fong: An outhouse in the Outer Hebrides is the place for me
cease: it's the philip k dick van dyke show
Dexter Fong: Philip Kay Dick Van Dyke Parks SAhow
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: cease got it :)
llanwydd: pkd van dyke! LOL
Principalpoop: i want a mansion in manhatten and an appartment in atlanta and a loft in los angeles and...
Dexter Fong: And i contracted it
doctecazoid: stick a finger in that van dyke
cease: thats an actual radio play by peter stenshoel, the guy who produced my plays before doc tech
Dexter Fong: not really, expansion being a byproduct of Time and especially space
Principalpoop: van dyke or goatee?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Mmmmmm chicken fingers
llanwydd: somebody wants to talk to me. brb
Dexter Fong: if he offers you candy, run LLan
Principalpoop: don't give him you bank accounter number llan
cease: it's deputy dan!
doctecazoid: do a youtube search on dad can i borrow the car
Dexter Fong: and wear clean underwear
cease: dont let him in
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Run like hell when you see Deputy Dan
Dexter Fong: He could be a Mormon on his annual NRA membership drive by
doctecazoid: there's a spoilsportian segment therein
Principalpoop: have you got your papers llan?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: There are bees and spiders in there!!
doctecazoid: speed felon, mighty misdemeanor motors
Bunnyboy: No papers. Only foil.
Bunnyboy: Foiled again!
cease: we won't weigh em
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I dated misdemeanor
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: She wouldn't give it up
Principalpoop: i misdemeanor
Dexter Fong: I used to go out with a Chlorine back when I was a Stage Door Johnny
Dexter Fong: Now, they call me Pops and I sit by the stage door and keep them Johnnys out
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: but we princess digress
doctecazoid: i was a stage door canteen for the fbi
Principalpoop: hey pops
Bunnyboy: CANDIDE opens tonight, at the 5th Avenue.
Bunnyboy: We all is goin' tamarra.
Dexter Fong: You taught em how to water board, right Doc
cease: voltaire lives on
Principalpoop: henna, the color
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Sounds like fun, Bun
doctecazoid: water boarding: placing wood barriers. between swimming pools
cease: one of my favourite books
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: henna barbara?
Dexter Fong: Doc: That's your cover story...stick with it =
doctecazoid: getting late,fading fast
Principalpoop: henna barbara you want
Dexter Fong: '
doctecazoid: i'll return next week couresy of andriod
Principalpoop: that does compute
Dexter Fong: Curiosly?
doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Dexter Fong: Night doc
llanwydd: adroid? don't think I know him
Principalpoop: best
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Best to Lili, Doc
doctecazoid: nytol (z)
||||||||| At 10:46 PM, doctecazoid dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
llanwydd: Henna Barbera! LOL
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: hehe
Dexter Fong: Sonje Henna Barbra Belgeddes
llanwydd: catherwood, would you bring me an infusion of Ambien?
||||||||| Catherwood hands llanwydd an infusion of ambien.
cease: by doc
Dexter Fong: by bay
llanwydd: NP: Van der Graaf Generator
Bunnyboy: Jerry Beck's new book, THE 100 GREATEST LOONEY TUNES, is out and about, starting next week.
Dexter Fong: gota gota gota gota gota gota
llanwydd: gotta gotta what, dex?
Dexter Fong: try a little tenderness
Principalpoop: about songs or cartoons?
llanwydd: sounds cool, dex
Dexter Fong: about docs and the bay
Bunnyboy: Toons, poop, Toons!
cease: otis, stilll adding?
Dexter Fong: keep going up like an elevator
llanwydd: hey tween. ever heard of van der graaf generator?
Bunnyboy: Jerry Beck is one of the greatest animation historians living.
Principalpoop: i guess the most famous, is I shot the Wabbit
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Sure, LL
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Like what I've heard
Dexter Fong: Its a laboratory (early) piece of equip which generates enormous amount of static electricty
Principalpoop: i know the name, cant place a song llan
cease: but i didnt shoot the deputy bunny
Dexter Fong: make a you hair stand at attention
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Thought you mean the band
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: meant
Principalpoop: static
Dexter Fong: Band of gypsys doctor
Bunnyboy: He and his former writing partner, Will Friedwald, wrote the wonderful (now long out of print) reference tome, LOONEY TUNES AND MERRY MELODIES.
llanwydd: cool, tween. I thought if anyone did, you would
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Tesla stuff, scientifically
Principalpoop: they were famous llan
llanwydd: still life is one of my favorite albums
Dexter Fong: We tesla the stuff, it woiks, we sell it
Principalpoop: standard issue hippie albums
Dexter Fong: still life as in not yet dead or as in a painting?
Bunnyboy: Several years before the Web, Wikipedia, etc.
llanwydd: got a bonus track called Gog on right now
Principalpoop: wow bunnyboy
Dexter Fong: Gog on llan
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: As in the computers? Gog and MayGog?
llanwydd: you familiar, dex
Bunnyboy: Better feed the family. Nitey!
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Bunnyboy: I was right about the comet!
cease: by bun
Dexter Fong: Well, I *have* been here awhile now
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Catherwood, please serve LL some live goch
||||||||| Catherwood gets ll some live goch.
Principalpoop: mowing the lawn got me too, hold that bus, best luck all
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: LOL Bun
||||||||| At 10:54 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
llanwydd: it's not the best sound but La Rossa is the best song on the album
Bunnyboy: Catherwood, get ill.
||||||||| Catherwood gets ill.
Bunnyboy: Turn the other way!~
cease: by poop
Dexter Fong: Night poop
Bunnyboy brushes Catherwood "urp" offa his sleeves.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Bunnyboy
Dexter Fong: and Night also Bunny
llanwydd: but I', surprised to hear how many have heard of vdgg
Dexter Fong: It was a high school physics lab project
Bunnyboy: Catherwood! Get me a mop and pail!
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bunnyboy a mop and pail.
Bunnyboy: Thanks.
llanwydd: if you will pardon me, I have some email. I'll be right back
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please bring us the Van der Graff Generator
||||||||| Catherwood brings us the van der graff generator.
Dexter Fong: C'wood is case insensitive
Bunnyboy: Hey! I just bumbled into a vinyl copy of Stan Freberg's HISTORY OF THE USA, about a week ago.
Bunnyboy: Still ain't listened to it, but I'm gonna!
Dexter Fong: Vinyl rulez dude
cease: vinyl?
cease: i vaguely remember that
cease: i used 2 tunes from that on some video i did recently for austin
Bunnyboy: It's smooth. Nary a scratch.
Dexter Fong: another poor soul seduced by digital and the myth of perfect sound forever
cease: round round world and take an indian for lunch
Bunnyboy: Looks like it's an early 80s reissue.
cease: i'll post the round round world thing on youtube on my blog soon
Bunnyboy: Judging by the condition, and the label.
Dexter Fong: I say take an indian for everything he's got especially those casinos
cease: it really sounds like he's saying "it Ralian:
llanwydd: interesting idea, cat
llanwydd: I'd love to take an indian for lunch but what do you think she'd eat
Bunnyboy turns over, and...
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 10:58 PM train to Washington.
Dexter Fong: why do you think that its feminine
llanwydd: I've never set foot on a casino and I don't think I would
Dexter Fong: This ain't Bollywood yah know
llanwydd: no, I agree with you, dex, we have to be about 5000 miles from bollywood
Dexter Fong: Oh yes, a substantial distance
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: so where are clem and bambi tonight?
Dexter Fong: and the phone rates are exhorbitant
Dexter Fong: we don't know.....llan
cease: tween would know, if anybody
Dexter Fong: usually they lets us know if they can't do the show
llanwydd: anybody else familiar with van der graaf generator?
cease: i ope they are well
cease: no word from elayne tonight
Dexter Fong: Are we all familiar with Schrodinger's Cat Box?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Nope
cease: all too well, dex
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: "If you don't have a URL, you don't exist..." ~ Kurt Ericson 2010
Dexter Fong: Cat: Tell tween what it is, I can only reference it, not explain it =)
cease: any story with the potentiality of a dead cat in it is not a story i'm going to tell
Dexter Fong: Safety first...I agree
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: meow
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: hai
cease: its a parable about probabiliity altered by knowledge
llanwydd: He's known as Uncle Kurt
Dexter Fong: Tween: IIRC SCHRODINGER posits a box with a cat in it. The cat is alive..If you look in the box, the cat is dead. Perhaps trying to explain Brownian movement
llanwydd: so he has a url
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Sounds interesting
Dexter Fong: llan: He has a fucking baronet
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Like Steve Martin's movie - 'I have a URL!' lol
Dexter Fong: It URLY days lad
llanwydd: pardon me dex. you will certainly let me know what is a fucking baronet?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I keep telling you I work for SCALE
Dexter Fong: llan: LIke a bass clarinet
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: "I'm in the phone book!!"
Dexter Fong: What are you doing there?
cease: not a phantom toll booth?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Love your neighbor like your brothel
cease: the best little brothel in austin?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Blessed are the cheesemakers
Dexter Fong thinks, I gave tween the set up line...why didn't he pay it off
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: LOL cease
llanwydd: not to confuse my neighbor with my brothel
Dexter Fong: Cover not thy neighbors brothel with thine sweaty loins
cease: that's what the bidet is for
Dexter Fong: neither shalt thou ogle over much
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: If you think you're confucused now, just weight...
Dexter Fong: I thought it was for a foot bath
llanwydd: what, dex?
Dexter Fong: the bidet
llanwydd: ogle over much?
Dexter Fong: Thought the spray was not quite aimed correctly
llanwydd: that reminds me. I saw a movie starring cDexter Fong: Got the splits again
llanwydd: starring charles ogle, I meant to say
cease: no a and b?
llanwydd: it was 100 years old
Dexter Fong: SAend
cease: just like the stones song
Dexter Fong: ah I bak
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Rub 100 year old salt in wound??
Dexter Fong: had that strange "split" thing for a moment there
cease: are we under attack?
Dexter Fong: I see it reflected in the log above
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Billville, Billville...
cease: should have asked doctec about it while he was here. he's a pro
Dexter Fong: Yep
Dexter Fong: Moro mormons on their annual NRA drive by
cease: the net that nature forgot to hate
Dexter Fong: Indifference...how cruel
cease: if they're moros, they're probably moslems, not mormons
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I've met the Osmond Family
cease: though they may have been converted
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: They are very talented people
cease: intentionally, tween?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: lol
llanwydd: all of them, tween?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: House Soundman
Dexter Fong: Osmond Osmond, the great grandfather invented the Van Der Graf Generator
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Indiana
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Yep the whole bunch
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Donnie had a MemoryMoog
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Shook hands
llanwydd: one of the osmonds invented the vdgg? I'm fascinated
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Donnie did justice to the tune "Lady Love Me"
Dexter Fong: Shocked is more like it
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: You'd be amazed who came across the stage at that little 2000 seat theater
llanwydd: who would have known the vdgg was a mormon invention
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: No one llan, they didn't patent it
cease: michelle? she came a long way
llanwydd: so robert van der graaf was mormon?
Dexter Fong: A convert
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Bernie Leadon with New Grass Revival
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Carter Family
Dexter Fong: He was Originally Dutch Mespertrarian
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Waylon
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Merle
llanwydd: anyway, to one and all, I recommend Still Life recorded by Van der Graaf Generator, easily obtained used from amazon.com
cease: maybe you can play it for us when we meet, llan
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: I got an education in 'country music'
llanwydd: you'd love it, cease
Dexter Fong: Gonna call it an early night guys...see yah next week
llanwydd: bring the 420, cease
llanwydd: thanks for coming, Dex
llanwydd: it it that parking moment again?
AmazonTweenOnThe Moon: Best to The City, Dex
cease: by dex
llanwydd: parking is such sweet sorrow as the bard said
cease: i better concentrate on last minutes of lakers game. see y'all next week
||||||||| cease leaves at 11:25 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
: Happy Lakers, Cat
||||||||| llanwydd steals in around 11:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| llanwydd sashays in at 11:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "11:50 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Billville."
llanwydd: it seems to be creeing for higher more meaningfol histrory
llanwydd: I'm still studdying the pat o diabelli in 33 variationsl
||||||||| 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..
llanwydd: rBUT PLAESE RESPONDE DO ME AFTER 9pm TOMORROW (518) 5 85-9207)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla steps in at 4:14 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Current Planetary Positions May 28, 2010 08:07 am GMT http://www.myastrology.net/ast-bin/current_planets.cgi
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: What say you aboth that, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla and inquires "Something I can help with?"
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Jupiter semisextile Neptune exactamentally, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: For a graph of it visit http://www.alabe.com, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla!"
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Wesak was Buddha's birthday or something, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Catherwood, say Happy Birthday to Buddha.
||||||||| Catherwood says "happy birthday, buddha"
||||||||| 4:20 AM -- Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "4:25 AM? 4:25 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla enters and sits at the bar.
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: With Uranus at 00 degrees and 00 minutes of Aries and soon to orbit counter clockwise retrograde back into Pisces, do you not think it is time for the future fair high tech megacycle logistic for too long, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's precisely 4:28 AM!"
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Know this, Saturn will return direct on May 31, Catherwood, and oppose Uranus again later.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Know what you are thinking, Catherwood, and ground out the Rhino Wave.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla!"
||||||||| 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."
Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla: Type gibberish, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla
||||||||| Catherwood says "4:32 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door

The Evening's Participants:

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Moe Munth Preezedent Kesla
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