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 July 15, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dexterity', just granted probation at 5:10 AM", then leaves hurriedly.

Yes, Friends, welcome to Pastor Flash’s our of Reckoning,
with Organ Leroy at his organ again,
and the Fifty-Voice St. Louis Aquarium Choir.

I’m Decon E. L. Mouse.

But, Dear Friends in these days of modern time,
when you can’t tell the AC’s from the DC’s,

well aren’t we all yearning for someone who can turn on a little stopping power?

Dear Friends,
I mean a smokey glass
Don’t you think I mean a lightning rod
with which to chase these spooks away?

Don’t you know I mean our own Pastor Rod Flash!

He’s been up for a week,
but he’s coming down!


White Lightning,
White Lightning,
this is Ground Beef Control.
Do you read me?

I read only Good Books
. Over.

Ho, ho, ho!
You must be way out there, Pastor.

I’m high, all right,
but not on false drugs.

I’m high on the real thing,
Powerful gasoline,
a clean windshield,
and a shoeshine.

He’s turning over!


I’m all right, Roger.
Just a little argument with my co-pilot.
And guess what, Rog?
The little needle pointing to “E”
--and, while that’s always stood for Excellent in my Book,
I guess it means I’m out of gas.

You’ll have to sing me in, my friends.
My favorite.
Hymn 15--17.

Aghh . . . [fading]


I’m down!

Thank you, Dear Friends,

I’m down,
I’m grounded,
safe and sound,
trailing clouds of glory,
I’m down.

And I’m marching!

Yes, Dear Friends,
I’m marching to dinner!

‘Cause Godamighty, I’m hungray!

Yes! I’m hungray!
and sound
and hungray!

We’re hungray!

Of course you’re hungray!

I’m hungray!
We’re all hungray!
So let’s eat!

Let’s eat!

And he said the word!
What was it?
And we ate it!

Hot dog!

And what was the word?
Hot Dog!

Hot Dog!

Yes, Dear Friends,
a mighty Hot Dog is our Lord!

I’m not talking about Hate!


No, I’m talking about Ate!

Dinner at Eight!

Let’s eat!

More sugar!


Pick up your fork, Dexter!!

||||||||| Dexterity rushes off, saying "5:19 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| RedPillTweeny waltzes in at 7:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 7:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 15, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| cease enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: hey dex
Dexter Fong: Hi Cayt
cease: while doing some housecleaning this week, found my guide to the frick collection
Dexter Fong: Firebroiled: YOu can't eat sugar with a fork, I use a spork
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:03 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
cease: hi poop
Principalpoop: hello
Principalpoop: found a fork in your clock collection?
Dexter Fong: spork
cease: did they give me that when i bought a ticket? i guess reason to bring it along, if they give me a new one
Principalpoop: one of those plastic KFC half fork half spoon things?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah prolly comes with the admission price
Dexter Fong: Poop: Correct
Principalpoop: provided by all the finest restaurants
Principalpoop: didn't frick used to work with frack?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
cease: i'm sure per se will have one.
cease: hi llan
llanwydd: howdy
Principalpoop: hi llan
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Principalpoop: have you got an fricks llan, cat is collecting them
Principalpoop: any
llanwydd: I remember a fast food place called Frick and Frack's Flying Food Factor in Rome, NY
Principalpoop: that might be the place
Dexter Fong: I tink they had another one in Athens, Georgia
llanwydd: I lived in Rome a while. I used to get deliveries from F&F's. great stuff
cease: isnt that the name of the cars guys on npr?
Dexter Fong: Yep
llanwydd: I mean Factory, not Factor
Principalpoop: and Troy, NY
Dexter Fong: and Paris TEXAS
llanwydd: really, there's one in troy?
cease: i should re-read the Sot Weed Factor
Dexter Fong: PSSST!!! Got any sotweed, man?
Principalpoop: what happened to my copy of another roadside attraction?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
Merlyn: hey
cease: If bernard mandelbrot visited the Frick, it would be Frick n' Fractal
Principalpoop: there is M
Dexter Fong: Poop: Maybe it's under your matress
llanwydd: I'll never forget the great places in Rome. The Acropol (greek) and Shogun (Japanese)
cease: hi merl
llanwydd: Hey, Merl
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
Principalpoop: i am not looking there fong
llanwydd: well, I've got to ask. did anybody see me as Yassir Arafat?
Dexter Fong: Afraid of what you might find......hmm?
Dexter Fong: Nossir, sorry
Principalpoop: what channel?
llanwydd: pbs
Principalpoop: no, i don't believe in ufos
cease: when?
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: last monday
cease: what was the show?
Principalpoop: i think they put their shows on the net, what was the name of it? i will watch and write them and tell them you were wonderful as ringo starr
llanwydd: next monday I'm an iranian weapons smuggler and the monday after I'm an interpreter for gorbachev
cease: the show's name?
llanwydd: it's called Turmoil and Triumph
Principalpoop: highlights in history, the colonel north story?
cease: thaks, this was turing into a who's on first routine
cease: oh, the george shultz thing
cease: i owuld have watched it if i'd known you were on it
Dexter Fong: Peanuts?
Principalpoop: should have added titties
Principalpoop: Turmoil and Triumph and Titties
llanwydd: I explained it all last week but I'll tell you again. It's about the life and career of George Shultz
cease: it will help me write lines for you
Principalpoop: i remember him
Dexter Fong: Just cut a line for me
llanwydd: it's an excellent film. sure to win an award
cease: was i hear last week?
Principalpoop: looked like a school principal, as I should know
Principalpoop: i was not here last week, looked up and it was friday
Dexter Fong: Poop: Were you on the Event Horizon?
cease: if he were, he would never have returned
llanwydd: is the event horizon moving up?
Principalpoop: i don't remember
Dexter Fong: Cat: If he were an Alien with undreamed of scientific advances he could have
llanwydd: I watched another great nick danger clip on youtube today
Dexter Fong: Which one?
llanwydd: nick gives the $5000 ring to nancy and it looks like a handcuff with a diamond on it
Principalpoop: afk
llanwydd: I can't remember the title but it was the original story
llanwydd: Nancy says: "This is the most beautiful ring I've ever seen. Where do I wear it?"
cease: undreamed of is the key, dex
cease: what was this from, llan?
Dexter Fong: and be sure to inflate your shoes
llanwydd: Nick says, "I just paid $5000 for it. I don't care where you wear it."
cease: i'm pretty sure i've seen that. one of their live shows
llanwydd: yeah, a live clip on youtube
llanwydd: dfghjkl;
Dexter Fong: No Jimmie lee/ah clem tonight apparently
llanwydd: no, he seems to be conspicuously absent and non-present
llanwydd: not to mention not here
Dexter Fong: certainly an unsuspected exprise
llanwydd: in fact this is a conspicuously small gathering tonight
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi E
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
cease: hi el
Elayne: Is it autumn yet? Please?
cease: not here
llanwydd: hardly
Elayne: Damn.
Dexter Fong: Elayne: late breaking (to me) comicdom news...ScarJo will be at the big San Diego ComiCon
Elayne: ScarJo?
Dexter Fong: Scarlett Johanson
Elayne: I haven't been to San Diego in at least a decade. Couldn't afford it now even if Robin were working.
Dexter Fong: Black Widow in Iron Man 2
Elayne: Doesn't seem to be about comics that much any more, anyway.
cease: I thought it was al capone's brother
Elayne: Until Robin's working again, I can't care that much about comics, I'm afraid.
Dexter Fong: Cat: No, that was Joey CIGAR
cease: i hope that changes soon
Principalpoop: back, my ears were burning
llanwydd: I've heard of Peter Cigar: "If I had a hammer..."
cease: that was "if i had a bomber, i'd smoke it in the morning"
llanwydd: or was that bob seager
llanwydd: don't mind me
Principalpoop: seager red
llanwydd: lol, cat
llanwydd: the weather was seering hot today
Dexter Fong: Wasn't there a Jonathon Livingston Seagar
Principalpoop: a lovely story
Elayne: Hope everyone enjoyed Isaiah Mustafa Day. Here's his last video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFDqvKtPgZo
cease: did you see that breakfast at ginger's house thing, el?
llanwydd: wasnt' mutha's day in may?
llanwydd: oh, I read it wrong
Dexter Fong: Dat's yo mammas day son
Elayne: Huh, Cat?
cease: i think my cats and icy chasing balls to a stan freberg tune was funnier, but the produciton values are almost non-existence
cease: i asked you if you 'd seen that youtubery last week.
cease: somoene sent me a link to the vid but i didnt think i should forward it to you as you woulndt know if it were safe
cease: but i googled it and it's findable enough
Principalpoop: is that the same guy that was in curve ball, or minor league or something?
Elayne: No Cat, I didn't see "Breakfast at Ginger's," I guess I'll look it up now.
Dexter Fong: Poop: They remade it as Jock Itch
cease: http://www.blufftontoday.com/blog-post/southernthunder/2010-06-29/breakfast-gingerss-house
Principalpoop: with one of captain kirks sons, he is 1/3rd a man now
Dexter Fong: I guess I'll have to take your word for it Poop
llanwydd: captain kirk's sons? it occurs to me now, he never left the enterprise long enough to get married
llanwydd: he's probably still up there looking at match.com
Elayne: Thatnks Cat, I just subscribed to http://www.youtube.com/user/sawith65.
Dexter Fong: Llan you great ninny, you don't have to be married to reproduce
Elayne: I'll put that up as tomorrow's Silly Site.
llanwydd: that's true, isn't it. they clone on the enterprise
Dexter Fong: Not when SPORK IS AROUND
llanwydd: LOL
Principalpoop: kirk douglas, oops mike douglas, his sons
Dexter Fong: neither of which use his last name
Principalpoop: which is it?
llanwydd: no, you will never see wives or children on the enterprise. it's against the hays code
Dexter Fong: german Sabers at one pace
Principalpoop: charlie sheen, his father was bishop sheen, what a scandal
llanwydd: lol
cease: sheen on harvey bloom, up in the moon
Elayne: The scandal would have been worse if his father had been Afro Sheen.
Dexter Fong: That was Joey "Bishop" SHEEN
Dexter Fong: damn
Principalpoop: i ain't had no loving since 19 something something
Dexter Fong: caps
llanwydd: Afro Sheen! LOL
Dexter Fong: January or february wasn't Poop, or mebbe June or July?
Principalpoop: Sheen Key O'Neil
Elayne: The family doesn't talk about him, he was kind of the black sheep.
Dexter Fong: That wool had a dark sheen to it
Principalpoop: i thought that was the other one, gomez, from the adams family connection
Dexter Fong: No man, that's Thomas Gomez, the fat mexican movie actor
llanwydd: I don't remember thomas gomez
Principalpoop: estivo, a spanish festival with no F
Dexter Fong: Character actor in many B type movies
cease: estevan, a town in saskatchewan near a potash mine
Principalpoop: Heeeey Ciscooooo
llanwydd: how many mexican actors can I remember, ricardo montalban, cantinflas... can't remember any others
Dexter Fong: hmm
Principalpoop: speedy rodriguez
Principalpoop: freddy prince, and junior
Dexter Fong: Jose Jimenez
llanwydd: oh, yeah him too
Dexter Fong: Sal Mineo
cease: the crisco kid, was a friend of mine
Principalpoop: the guy on sanford and son, barney miller and papillon
Dexter Fong: Robert BLAKE
llanwydd: and now that I think of it, gonzalez gonzalez
Dexter Fong: Poop: Those were the Douglas sons
Dexter Fong: Sanford, Barney, and Papillon or Butterfly DOUGLASS
Principalpoop: my 3 sons, yes the douglas family
Elayne: The only one who comes to my mind immediatley is Salma Hayek.
Principalpoop: and uncle charlie, hehe
llanwydd: and lupe velez
Elayne: (That was re Mexican actors, not My Three Sons.)
Principalpoop: ricky rickardo, almost
Dexter Fong: Tres Mejican Playadors
Principalpoop: short martin and the other guy were the 3 amigos
Dexter Fong: Brothers, short and steve martin
Principalpoop: salmy hayek, sounds like you are clearing your throat, is that a real name?
llanwydd: whatever happened to martin short? he must have retired or gone into seclusion
Principalpoop: he had show, played being the fat guy too much I think
Dexter Fong: Poop: Indeed it is, exquisitely beatiful and sexy too actress
cease: no, he's on tv, or the stage or something. i see him interviewed occaionally
Principalpoop: i will google her, thanks
llanwydd: novus ordo seclusion
Dexter Fong: Llan: He does a lot of Stage work now
cease: canada takes its stars who moved to the us very seriously
Principalpoop: he is sort of a new age soupy sales, kinda sorta
llanwydd: really? that's why you never hear about him
cease: particulalry the comics
llanwydd: well, you would. you see all the billboards
Elayne: Hayek is terrific, she does wonderful comedic stuff as well.
cease: i can see that, poop
cease: i'm sure i've seen her in something, el
Principalpoop: there is someone else I was supposed to google, liv taylor? liv tyler? ty liver?
Dexter Fong: E: Was she along with ScarJo in the woody allen film, Vicky something spanish town name?
Dexter Fong: Barcelona
llanwydd: taylov two cities
cease: liver is not edible.
cease: i'm glas i have one, though
cease: oh yes, thanks dex. dreadful flick but one of my fave cities
Principalpoop: afk
Dexter Fong: afkfr
llanwydd: I don't know why you people don't let catherwood get you refills. he really would like to
||||||||| Catherwood gets you refills he really would like to.
Elayne: Dex, believe it or not, I do not follow the career of this "ScarJo."
llanwydd: way to go, cwood
Elayne: Nor do I much care about this "MeganFox" creature.
Elayne: And I have pretty much next to no opinion on Lady Gaga.
Elayne: Except that I like her piano playing.
Dexter Fong: back
llanwydd: I only read these names. I don't connect the faces
cease: i have never heard gaga's music. only the name
Elayne: If you were to connect Lady Gaga's face to Megan Fox's face, you'd have quite the mess.
llanwydd: I think lady gaga sealed her fate with her ridiculous name. she'll have her 15 minutes
Elayne: Cat, she does put on a good show, from what little I've seen of her. Think "this generation's Madonna."
Elayne: Llan, I think she'll stick around, she'll keep morphing.
Dexter Fong: llan: I'd bet you big money you're wrong about GaGa
Elayne: She has Streisand's nose. I hope she gives it back soon.
Dexter Fong: Elayne, Madona Yes, but changed enough
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: LOL, Elayne
cease: was there some news about ah clem and bambi i didn't hear?
cease: good one, el
Dexter Fong: I didn't hear nothing too
cease: i dont ever recall hearing a song by madonna that i liked
cease: that's true of a lot of people
llanwydd: that's I didn't hear nothing also, dex
llanwydd: there is actually a madonna song I like called Beautiful Stranger
llanwydd: catchier than all her other tunes
Principalpoop: I love lady gaga, who is she and what does she do?
llanwydd: but I don't like madonna at all
llanwydd: especially after seeing her on letterman
Principalpoop: another one I must google
Elayne: Llan, she's a musician and performer.
Elayne: 'Scuse me, I mean PrinPoop.
Principalpoop: alice cooper type? giving people a show?
Elayne: Mostly with her outfits, PrinPoop, although she has been known to engage in certain acrobatic feats as I recall.
cease: i liked alice cooper's 18. remember playing it on the jukebox in bars when i hitched accross canada
Principalpoop: grawl
Elayne: I really haven't seen enough of her to have the full picture. But her outfits always seem to make the news.
Principalpoop: I saw her bottom on the daily show
Elayne: You have to remember, I stopped listening to contemporary pop sometime in the '80s.
Elayne: Less than five acts on my iPod are from this century.
llanwydd: interesting elayne. the only contemporary pop I liked in the 80s was R.E.M.
Principalpoop: pandora is showing me new good stuff
llanwydd: I even gave up on them about 1990
Principalpoop: pat mahenery, something like that, not bad
Principalpoop: mathaneeny
cease: pat meth was great
Principalpoop: but that is not pop
llanwydd: my favorite metheny is Speaking of Now
Principalpoop: i had never heard of him, it is not bad
Elayne: "New" music acts I listen to: KT Tunstall, Mike, Green Day, Jack's Mannequin and Indigo Girls. That's about it. Just about everything else is from the hippie era.
Elayne: 'Scuse me, that should read "Mika," not "Mike."
Principalpoop: i have heard of the indigo girls, from that list, that is all
Principalpoop: offshoot of the spice girls, right?
Elayne: Oh, Indigo Girls rock hard. Love 'em, love 'em, love 'em. Great rock & roll.
Elayne: Uh, no PrinPoop, more of a Lilith Fair mainstay actually.
Principalpoop: i will try them
Dexter Fong: I can't get Lilly Allen off my mind
Elayne: Do listen to "CLoser to Fine" if you get a chance, one of my absolute favorite songs."
Elayne isn't typing very well this evening, sorry.
Principalpoop: you know lilith was adams first wife?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: No one is judging you here
Dexter Fong mutters fumblefingers
Principalpoop: i am keeping typing score fong, speak for yourself
Elayne: Uh yeah, PrinPoop, hence the name used as a symbol for feminism, etc. etc. I knew all about Lilith in the '70s, during second wave feminism. What are we now, wave 4 or something?
cease: john adams?
Principalpoop: cat is too far ahead, but second place is up for grebs
Elayne: Who's Grebs?
Dexter Fong: And third place for grups
Principalpoop: brittiny was part of the 2 steps back
Elayne: See, I start typing for shit and it becomes an epidemic...
cease: third place for gropes, sounds like a fugs song
Principalpoop: you are contagious
Dexter Fong: Episodomite
Elayne: I'm a carrier, PrinPoop. Always have been.
llanwydd: never heard the fugs
Elayne: Type'oid Mary, that's me.
llanwydd: but I know one of them died recently
Dexter Fong: Tuli Kupferberg
Elayne: Oh, don't get me started on dear, dear Tuli. Probably the weirdest staffer I ever had when I was doing INSIDE JOKE, and I seemed to attract strange ones.
cease: playing their tune Johnny Piss Off got Firesign fired from a radio show in 68
cease: what exactly is a staffer, el?
Elayne: His apartment was amazing. First time I'd ever seen floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, just filled with all kinds of stuff.
Elayne: He was a real packrat.
Principalpoop: Tuli was the fat guy on car 54 I thought
cease: like one of our workers at adbusters?
Elayne: Cat, he was the only staff artist. Most of my staff were writers.
Principalpoop: ahh, une artiste
cease: oh, i see. art director or just drawer?
Elayne: I mostly called them all "staff writers" but I don't remember if Tuli contributed much more than his cartoons.
llanwydd: tuli his big black and white around the endless...
Elayne: Oh yeah, I think he gave me a bunch of poetry too. I'll have to look over my IJ archives.
Dexter Fong: The art director was all bent over in the drawers
cease: i only know him from the fugs but krassner speaks highly of him on huff po
Elayne: Tom G has promised to host IJ on Chromium Switch, if I ever get the suckers scanned.
cease: good news, el
Elayne: I didn't know from the Fugs when I met him, Cat. I only knew him from the underground zine scene.
Principalpoop: the firesign plot thickens
Dexter Fong: Scam those suckers Elayne
Elayne: I can't remember if Tuli was into Firesign. He probably was. I'll try to recall if it came up in conversation.
llanwydd: I find that story about him jumping off the bridge a little...
cease: he must have known the firesigns
llanwydd: let's say I'm incredulous
Principalpoop: in what?
Elayne: Oh, it's certainly possible, Cat. At the least he knew OF them for certain.
Dexter Fong: llan: It was an accident, he was jumping to a conclusion at the time
Elayne: I think I met him via the Church of the SubGenius, and you have to remember that Doug Smith started that as a post-Papoon thing using that mailing list.
llanwydd: LOL
Dexter Fong: Lost his bearings then his running gear
cease: the firesign wanted to be a rock group and the fugs wanted to be a comedy group, sort of
cease: like zappa's bands
Elayne: So yeah, all the Venn diagrams intersect somewhere...
Principalpoop: it is not the fall that gets you, it is the abrupt stop at the end
cease: i do indeed remember you telling me about that, el
Dexter Fong: Venn vill zat happen?
cease: i thikn i corresponded with doug during early adbusters days
Principalpoop: ahhh set theory, wait, I remember that
Elayne: Most probably. Gosh, I haven't heard from him in like forever. Wonder what he's up to.
cease: there's a connection between him and peter stenshoel, who i met thru falafal, and went on to produce neal amid
llanwydd: brb
cease: its like neurons in the brain, all these connections
Principalpoop: llan served falafal at his lebanese restaurant in rhode island
Principalpoop swoosh
Dexter Fong: Poop: That was when he was Yassir Arafat
Principalpoop: good job fong, great coach
llanwydd: well, not MY restaurant
Principalpoop: did you see llan on PBS E?
llanwydd: I was the manager. the chef and owner was lebanese-american
Dexter Fong: I understand they wouldn't serve jews
Dexter Fong: on fir night and saturday that is
Principalpoop: how can you tell them apart? until they start talking?
llanwydd: no, we had a jewish couple come in often. their name was Tabatchnik
Dexter Fong: Mrs. Tabachnik, the famous JEWISH soup qUEEN
llanwydd: the wife told me my lentil and lamb stew was the best she ever had
Principalpoop: give the tab to the chink?
Dexter Fong: sheesh and jeeze
Elayne: Well, the only 21st century thing I've been able to find has been a Facebook page that they haven't gotten around to fully setting up.
Dexter Fong: I didn't know you were married llan
Elayne: PrinPoop, Llan was on PBS? Sorry?
||||||||| Around 10:27 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 10:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Sorry, my screen wasn't refreshing.
llanwydd: I mean Tabatchnik's wife
Principalpoop: 3 mondays in a row, he is on the road to stardom, and I knew him when
Elayne: Had to get the air freshener...
llanwydd: Mrs T
Dexter Fong: Try a little ice in it
llanwydd: you remember MR. T?
Principalpoop: the A team
Dexter Fong: Can You pity the Fool?
cease: i wonder where fool on the hill is tonight?
Dexter Fong: Is too tall Jones, too tall?
cease: avoid the ice 9, though
Principalpoop: stones should be here, I don't know
Dexter Fong: I wonder where near everbody is
cease: maybe everyone's on vacation, of some nature
Principalpoop: it is hot
Dexter Fong: Elayne, wanna get together next week, friday?
cease: i hope honey is healing
Dexter Fong: Hoeny *is* a balm
Dexter Fong mutter nice speeling
Principalpoop: use more talcum malcomb
Elayne: Ah, there we are! It took me long enough to find Doug. Here you go: http://www.maybelogic.org/stang.htm
Dexter Fong: Use more Gold Bond Lamond
Elayne: Dex, it depends entirely upon the weather. If I can breathe, then absolutely. You know I get out at 3 PM on Fridays in the summer, yes?
Principalpoop: ahh national lampoon bob, wow
cease: thanks, el
llanwydd: nearly got rerouted to amrad again
Principalpoop: the girls and the dog too, fantastic
Dexter Fong: E: NP and tres kool
Principalpoop: bootsy? i don't recall
llanwydd: bootsy and rinso
Dexter Fong: Bootsy's Rubber Band, he was origigianl bass player with JB
Principalpoop: using the firesign chat to set up your rendezvous huh? a little tete-a-tete hehe
Elayne: That Maybe Logic Academy sounds like a trip and a half, doesn't it?
Dexter Fong: A little mise en scene..nudge nudge
Elayne: Wow, just looking at all that stuff makes me feel 30 years younger.
Principalpoop: winque winque monsieur
llanwydd: mise en scene is a stage set, isn't it?
||||||||| Elayne rushes off, saying "10:34 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:34 PM and Elayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong pulls Poops beret down over his eyes and steals his apache maiden
Principalpoop: wb E
Elayne: Well you don't want the mice there, people get squeamish.
Elayne: Don't mind me, PrinPoop, I keep hitting the wrong keys.
Elayne: Dex, call me at work on Thursday next?
llanwydd: no, elayne. mice are squeakish
Dexter Fong: llan: Not if'n they're dead
Dexter Fong: ELAYNE: Will do
Principalpoop: ok blondie, call me, call me on thursday, anything, call me
Dexter Fong: Ok Tuco, I'll call you
llanwydd: call me anything
Principalpoop: anything or anytime?
Principalpoop: lyrics please
Elayne: Time to mosey for the week. Taking tomorrow off; woo-hoo, three-day weekend!
Elayne: Next week, all.
Principalpoop: hejhej
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:36 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
llanwydd: Nite Elayne
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
cease: good for you, el
cease: indeed
Principalpoop: a 3 day that does not include you fong, don't become despondent
cease: i wonder what happened to merl?
Principalpoop: M is just here to be sure that C behaves lol
Dexter Fong: WarCraft?
Principalpoop: Wake up Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood wakes up.
llanwydd: he turned the lightest shade of grey I've ever seen
llanwydd: any lighter and he'd be gone
cease: he's joining the ether
Principalpoop: speaking of shades, you have circles and squares and rectangles and such
Dexter Fong: it's gotta be ether or tother
cease: in this dimension, yes we do
Principalpoop: what dimension are you in?
Dexter Fong: Speakest thou of Flatland Brothe?
cease: there's a joke you may recall from firesign mushroom play
Dexter Fong: r
cease: the lads are in a balloon, and one is smoking.
Principalpoop: is there more to the joke?
Dexter Fong: I'll bet it was Bergman
cease: another says dont throw out that cigarette, which he does anyway
cease: and the baloon explodes, because they've become a cigarette lighter
Principalpoop: ouch ouch ouch
llanwydd: lol
cease: yes, bergman mostly
cease: sesame mucho, one of their funniest mushroom plays
Dexter Fong: Hence the name Zippo, ibid later Zeppo
cease: the zeppolin tube
Dexter Fong: which can only be used for good or evil
Dexter Fong: or both
cease: unlike the harpo tube, which can only be used for good
Principalpoop: we need more tubes
cease: or the groucho tube, which can only be used for Good Gracious!
Dexter Fong: first good, then evl,,,,first evil then good...first evil evil then god god god etc
cease: su su sushi
Dexter Fong: bye bye
Principalpoop: don't cry
Dexter Fong: so long oolong how long yah gonna be gone
llanwydd: well, I must be taking off. see you all next thursday
cease: see you here, llan.
Principalpoop: bravo on your PBS show llan, I will try to watch
Dexter Fong: Sleep well and may mufferless cars eschew your roadways
cease: yes, me too
cease: sounds almost irish, dex
Principalpoop: you take the low road, and I'll take the high road hehe
Dexter Fong: Jasus Mary and Jospphia CAT> YE KENNA BE too Celtic
Principalpoop: wait, that is scotland
cease: now it's too irish
cease: you sound like a typing potato
Principalpoop: full of balarney
cease: better than being full of barney.
Principalpoop: frank or rubble?
Principalpoop: or fife?
cease: the dinosaur.
Principalpoop: sacre purple
Dexter Fong: too Irish: Pat and mike were friends, Mike dies dya see..so Pat goes to his grave and pisses on it...he's arrested and in his defence says, "weel mike give e this bottle o 35 year old scoth and asked me to pour it on his grave, so i sayz to meself, it won't matter if I PASS IT THROUGH ME SELF FIRST
cease: one eyes, one clawed flying?
cease: yah, i see
Principalpoop: pat and mike are walking home drunk, tthey cut through a grave yard, pat falls in a grave, and starts yelling, help I am cold
Dexter Fong: It's a CATHOLIC Proddy thing
Principalpoop: mike finds him and says no, wonder, you kicked all the dirt off yourself
Dexter Fong: lol poop
cease: i've read ulysses. does make me a celt?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Was Bill Russell the greatest center of all time?
Principalpoop: if makes you a masochist
cease: probably
Principalpoop: not chamberlain?
Dexter Fong: Then your a CELTIC
Dexter Fong: man i cant stop those caps tonight
Principalpoop: i see THAT
cease: chamberlain the greatest scorer, perhaps ever, but russell won 9 championships with the celtics, and wilt won, uh.....
Principalpoop: ok ok
Principalpoop: i exceeded my sports knowledge with that guess
cease: i hated russell for everyone of them against the lakers, didnt care about anyone else and still dont
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's that Russell won so many championships starting in College and then in the pros, I think there's maybe only 2 or 3 guys ever won an NCAA champ and an NBA
Dexter Fong: Russell won 2 NCAA champs
Principalpoop: i was just guessing, i was not sure chamberlain was a center or not lol
Dexter Fong: Chamberland *was* in the center of the second world war, yes
Principalpoop: wilt, the stilt
Principalpoop: a whole new meaning to wilt lol
cease: now more famous for claiming to have fucked ,what was it, 20,000 women? subject of an snl sketch called Wiltown
Dexter Fong: See, France and England set up a 2-1-2 Zone defense, but the Schicklegruppers isolated Poland on the left side and over ran the right side for a blitz basket worth 4 countries
Principalpoop: i was thinking of that also, could not remember what outrageous number it was
Dexter Fong: Jeeze, I don't know if I've evensaid the word *fuxk* 20,000 times
Dexter Fong: or fuck for that matter
cease: in you vast lifetime, dex?
Principalpoop: the guy from snl who did the nascar thing, did a funny ABL too
cease: i certainly have, in my relative youth
Dexter Fong: HowdafuckdoIknow
Dexter Fong: whoduhfuckscountin
Dexter Fong: I gotta fuck around fucking countin fucks?
Principalpoop: pass the fucking salt, fuck you you cut me off in traffic, easy 20,000
||||||||| 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 pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: muthafucka
Dexter Fong: Well, then.....I feel a whole lot fuckin better
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: i don't use them often anymore
Principalpoop: they are a lot stronger when you don't use them often
Dexter Fong: Yah got something new
Dexter Fong: ?
cease: i have a rock cod, cucumber, tomato and japanese mayonaise sub waiting for me upstairs to i'll go eat
Principalpoop: i found an old chat I was in, i just sound angry instead of making any sense..
cease: see y'all in future weeks
Dexter Fong: 'od's balls, By my soothe, must be might powerful by now
Principalpoop: best of luck, hold the bus
||||||||| cease rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 11:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Principalpoop: see yah, fucker
Principalpoop P
Dexter Fong: lol
Principalpoop: hehe, ciaoo
||||||||| 11:03 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: fucking take it fucking easy yah hump
Merlyn: see yaz
||||||||| Merlyn runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 11:04 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| 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 sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:43 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| It's 3:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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
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Rogues' Gallery:

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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"