Dexter Fong: Broiled: If I xchange my name to Point Dexter, will you return? =)) ||||||||| Tor Hershman enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Dex Dexter Fong: Meanwhile, I'll just keep filling space until oversize type goes away ||||||||| cease waltzes in at 9:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: Hi Tor cease: greetins Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Tor Hershman: Big C Dexter Fong: Just talking (kinda) to Firebroiled who leaves the large type screeds Dexter Fong: Hey Cat Tor Hershman: Most amusing work, Dex cease: an amouse bouche Dexter Fong: Tor: Well...kinda.....I do like the way he works my name in there Dexter Fong: Cat: Do you remember Firebroiled from the old IRC chat? cease: of course cease: now just a bot Tor Hershman: Ain't no CNI, moi-guess. WTF my MusicMatch has been actin'-up and it's a BBBBBBatch to get off of a PC Dexter Fong: Wonder why he never comes up into the hills anymore Tor Hershman: IRC Irish Republican Cans? Dexter Fong: Close Dexter Fong: Irish Republican Canadians Dexter Fong: Top 'o the Mornin', eh? Tor Hershman: Hey, anyone wanna see God's butt? Tor Hershman:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zNuDX5b9AC8 cease: Feenians are only in history books. and not many of them Tor Hershman: Moi's newest YouTube delight ||||||||| Merlyn tiptoes in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Merlyn: hey Dexter Fong: Still having trouble with Catherwood, eh Merlyn? ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Dexter Fong and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" cease: hi merl Tor Hershman: Well, methinks I'll go fire-up the ole DVD player and WifeyWuMammyMater and moi will watch Akira Kurosawa's "The Beautiful Girl".....something like that Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Merl Merlyn: (to Catherwood) I made you, I can break you ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Merlyn and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" Dexter Fong: Catherwood, why does the Porridge bird lay his aggs in the air? ||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong Tor Hershman: The Public Library has a new collection Merlyn: Catherwood, go outside and chop some wood ||||||||| Catherwood goes outside and chop some wood. Tor Hershman: Nite All cease: by tor. Dexter Fong: Night Tor, and stay on surfin' safari Merlyn: nite tor Dexter Fong: How much wood could Catherwood chop if Catherwood was real? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Dexter Fong: Yeah, you little piss any, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and says "Did you want me?" Dexter Fong: Never more than now Merlyn: not much, he's pretty old Dexter Fong: Take your hands off of me, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood takes his hands off of me. Dexter Fong: Thank you Catherwood, it's nice to finally meet a gentleman ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!" cease: any firenews, merl? Dexter Fong: Are you having your *time of the month* Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "My ears are burning..." Dexter Fong: Then the answer is yes Merlyn: not really, cat cease: i just listened to the tues broadcast today. it seemed a mix of df, hh, and maybe even let's eat cease: im not sure where micro-organism state park is, which series Dexter Fong: Cat: I believe it's Dear Friends, not Let'sa Eat cease: ok but last piece is out of the last hh cease: which i posted to your site long ago, the demilitarization of the mind Dexter Fong: Let'sa Eat was an early Chico Marx Radio Show Merlyn: Let'sa Eat is the Chico Marx version cease: i didnt know that Dexter Fong: Ah You've heard it too Merlyn Merlyn: that'sa whacha call coinky-dink Dexter Fong: An early Edison wax cylinder cease: do they refer to it on their show? ||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cease: they seem to know everything about radio Dexter Fong: It'sa part of the Tutsu-fruitsi series Dexter Fong: Cat: I was just covering up for a typo Merlyn: a real Marx radio show was Flywheel, Shyster, and Flywheel Merlyn: hmm, $300 to go to LA for the LA shows Dexter Fong: How many shows? cease: flying is cheap in your country Dexter Fong: Thanks you Dexter Fong: Mille Gracia Dexter Fong: Fughedaboutit Merlyn: There are 3 shows, thur, fri, sat Merlyn: but the hotel might be too expensive cease: it might Dexter Fong: So only a $100 pe show....better than a $100 show shine Dexter Fong: show shine Dexter Fong: shoe shine Dexter Fong: sheesh Merlyn: I might need to fly out wednesday too, for 1 more night cease: you'll have fun. la's full of cheap motels
Dexter Fong wonders where ICN is tonight...they are too far inland to be bothered by Mr Earlm the jive hurricane cease: hope it;'s nothing serious, dex Merlyn: and a car Dexter Fong: Merlyn: A lot of those motels offer a dizzying array of services /=) cease: you might want to ask earl jive about a car on facebook. Merlyn: like dizzyland Dexter Fong: You're hep Merlyn!! Dexter Fong: and before it was hip to be hep Dexter Fong: afk brb etc cease: smaller than usual crowd. cease: i gotta get some ice cubes ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:31 PM, dragging ah,clem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ah,clem: hi all cease: hey, its clem cease: and cubes. its a party again ah,clem: no show tonight, wore myself out worrying about this storm... will likely be nothing, but you know how it is Merlyn: hi clem ah,clem: just wanted to let you know we are ok, and hope to do a show next week cease: great news ah,clem: ok, going back to bed, it may be a long night ah,clem: untill last time again ||||||||| ah,clem leaves at 9:33 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..." cease: good night, clem cease: dream well Merlyn: nite clem Merlyn: well, pretty slow tonight, sorry guys, think I'll do some flash programming cease: ok merl
Merlyn waves ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:36 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:36 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Billville." Elayne: Evenin', Cat and Dex! cease: hi el Elayne: Dex, I'm afraid I'm going to have to cancel tomorrow. Had a pretty lingering fever the last couple days. Just want to get through work tomorrow (if I'm even going in). Elayne: Cat, I promise I'll call the Spotted Pig tomorrow, I've been lazy about that too. cease: get well soon, el. Elayne: Tx cease: good luck, el Elayne: Feeling kinda dizzy now, taking my temp as we type. Elayne: Dang, 100.3 - it had been getting better, now it's up again. Dexter Fong: -im brackish Elayne: Low-grade fevers suck. Back to bed now. Dexter Fong: Hey Elayne cease: ok el. get well soonest Dexter Fong: Don't leave yet Elayne: Dex, I'm having trouble seeing the screen. Not well. Don't even know if I'm going to work tomorrow. Elayne: I haven't missed two straight days of work due to illness in a LONG time. Dexter Fong: E: You can leave, read up the screen and won't expect you tomorrow Dexter Fong: Please feel better E Elayne: 'Preciate it, my friend. Believe me, I was looking forward to celebrating my last "early Friday." 'Twill have to be a 6 PM Friday sometime in September... Elayne: Tx, all. Bye. ||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:41 PM train to Elmertown.
Dexter Fong sings "See you, in Sptember Dexter Fong: So, just me'n''u podner cease: im going through footage i shot in europe and other places, collecting reflections. Dexter Fong: A footage montage seems a requirement cease: will have them on dvd as well as cd of the blog images. that and interesting company and food await us soon Dexter Fong: Let the regailing begin!! cease: will you be able to watch them on your screen? Dexter Fong: I guess Dexter Fong: y 45's and even 78's cease: i wont need to bring 8 trascks then. just wanted to be sure of technology Dexter Fong: And don't even ask me about 8 track cease: alas no qaud versions of bozos and eyk Dexter Fong: With today's surround sound, FST coulda really stretched the limits cease: not past tense yet Dexter Fong: True cease: they are creating cease: ok my cat wants food so i'll see you here next week Dexter Fong: So, a little on the personal side...spent 2 weeks battling Sciatica cease: oh no cease: bad news from everyone tonght Dexter Fong: That is not a spin off of Battle sTAR sciatica Dexter Fong: nO IT'S ALL OVER BUT THE PAYING OF THE BILLS =) Dexter Fong: oops there i go again Dexter Fong: Anyway, feed you cat and I'll see *you* next week cease: going cease: by ||||||||| At 9:50 PM, cease vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Buy ||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - 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: ah,clem