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 September 16, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies nobody is chatting in through the front door at 5:13 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
nobody is chatting:

I coulda been somebody,
I coulda been a contenda,
but Firesign will do for the moment . . .

||||||||| "Hey nobody is chatting!" ... nobody is chatting turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 5:14 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 16, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
cease: Hi nobody
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd in through the front door at 9:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: Good evening!
cease: hi llan
llanwydd: nice to have a trumpet fanfare even if its just catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to llanwydd and yells "Stop typing gibberish, llanwydd!"
llanwydd: pick up my cues, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood picks up llanwydd's cues.
cease: have some peas too
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: huge storm in NYC a little while ago
llanwydd: we got rain up my way but not nearly as much
cease: i'll bring my umbrella
llanwydd: no, actually it was a severe storm. I'm concerned for our chat members down there
llanwydd: at least one report said the sky went black as night about 5:30
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
llanwydd: Hi Prinic
cease: hi poop. how are things in NC?
Principalpoop: i am in virginia, nice weather here
Principalpoop: this part of virginia anyway
cease: same thing, to a canuck
Principalpoop: where is everyone?
Principalpoop: canuck canuck canuck, to quote curley
cease: a couple of weeks ago, it was basically just dex and me and others who dropped by to say they were ill. maybe same tonight.,
llanwydd: that's interesting. I have many relatives in VA and NC. most around the state borders
Principalpoop: i thought this was fiesta night
cease: i was just talking to doc on sunday and his dad live in NC so he often goes there
Principalpoop: i read a book about a committee who mapped that line
llanwydd: maybe my grandpa was on the committee
cease: was that mason and dixon?
Principalpoop: same idea, but between nc and va
cease: only in mexico poop, and they're all celebrating just not having been murdered yet
Principalpoop: when are you going to nyc then?
||||||||| 9:21 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: the fong, omg the fong
Dexter Fong: Heidy Ho's
llanwydd: Hey Dex. You all right? I heard there was a huge storm down your way
cease: hey dex. there are now 4 of us here, twice as many as 2 weeks ago
Dexter Fong: A mere tempest in a tosspot llan
llanwydd: I see
cease: i'm sure the firesign can make a shakespeare parody out of it
llanwydd: well, I know at least one man was killed and there has been a lot of damage
Principalpoop: i had a friend who drove a tempest, maybe she was a tempest
cease: temp, temper, tempest
llanwydd: oh, yes. the ford tempest. they got good mileage
cease: mexico party on tv news now
Dexter Fong: llan: lotsa wind and downed trees but not the biggest thing since the comet by any means
cease: we have that here in north van all the time
llanwydd: it just started raining on my roof.
Dexter Fong: Any word from clem and his absenteeism?
Principalpoop: they have seen it all, you would have to knock down 2 of the worlds tallest towers to get their attention
Dexter Fong: poop: two more towers I think you meant to say
Principalpoop: i just got here
||||||||| Elayne enters at 9:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: nooo, don't do it fong, it was a joke, just a joke
cease: hi el! hope you are well
Dexter Fong: Hi E
llanwydd: Hi Elayne!
Principalpoop: it is E, omb it is E
Principalpoop: g
Principalpoop: hehe
Elayne: Doing better every day. Primary MD gave me a clean bill of health yesterday, faxed my blood work to me today (said it was very good), and I saw the urology surgeon to make an appointment for her to zap the kidney stones.
Dexter Fong: it is eg
Principalpoop: wow, super news E
llanwydd: Great news, E!
Elayne: Supposedly I'm getting that done next Friday, but she's not sure she can get all of the big massive one (the one that's not currently causing any probs) so we'll see, I may need to go back for Round 3.
Elayne: I love the urology doc, she's very peppy. It'll be like being operated on by a cheerleader.
Principalpoop: I blame fong, tainted cannibis can cause that lool
Dexter Fong: Elayne: You should toke up before the procedure....the stone and the stoned
Elayne: Rah rah, zap that stone, yaaaaay team!
Dexter Fong: Push it out push it out waieeeeeeeeeeeee out
Elayne: I'll be zonked out on general anesthesia, won't need the harder stuff.
Principalpoop: i prefer grumpy arrogant docs, so good they can be a..and keep a job
cease: sounds like proctor's story about his stoned girl friend's operation on one of the hour hour shows
cease: harder?
Elayne: I just hope I'm not still exhausted by the time Cat gets here.
Dexter Fong: 250% more THC Cat
cease: me too, el
Principalpoop: sensimillions older brother
Elayne: The funniest was when she talked about how I'd be coming to her office after it was all over, like a week later or something, to have the stent out.
Dexter Fong: It'l not only smoke you like a boston scrod, it'l stretch you like a minicooper limo
Elayne: And I was like "don't you put me under for that?" and she said, "oh no, you'll be awake, we just yank it out, you'll hardly feel it."
Principalpoop: does that hurt when I do that? hehe
Elayne: So they'll be yanking a stent presumably through my urethra just like that... scary!
llanwydd: I don't get that joke. Is boston scrod actually smoked?
llanwydd: I should think I would know but I don't remember
Principalpoop: i was a medical librarian or I would be leaving now lol
Dexter Fong: If you like, Sir
Elayne: I would think it was smoked in Revolutionary times, not a lot of preservatives then (no refrigeration or anything).
llanwydd: aha
cease: i assume that's what the firesign joke was
Principalpoop: urethra franklin did not have the same voice as aretha
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Don't forget Ice House Rules
Elayne: Oh, you should have seen her hat, though, Prinpoop.
Principalpoop: always flashy outfits
llanwydd: just got diverted to Amrad's page again
Principalpoop: i had a kidney stone once, cried like a child
Principalpoop: started doing that sucking in air action
Principalpoop: between sobs
Principalpoop: thanks for the memory E
llanwydd: to avoid kidney stones, don't drink mineral water
Elayne: Fortunately they can now zap kidney stones into oblivion, you no longer have to pass them. I'm looking WAY forward to thast!
llanwydd: that can do a number on you
Principalpoop: they got a picture of mine passing
Elayne: They have all kinds of non-invasive ways to make them very tiny so you no longer have to pass them as such, they pretty much dissolve.
llanwydd: causes kidney stones, gall stones and hemlock stones
Elayne: I'd like to pass a Hemlock Stones!
Principalpoop: squeeze yourself right there
Dexter Fong: Rolling Rock Mineral water causes what else? Rolling Stones
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Merlyn: hoo hap
Principalpoop: it is M, omg it is M
cease: hji merl
Principalpoop: if M and E got together they would be ME hehe
llanwydd: LOL, Dex
llanwydd: Hey Moyl
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Principalpoop: oe aunti EM
Elayne: Hey Brian!
Principalpoop: r
llanwydd: Mindless Egotism, huh, jerry?
Dexter Fong: lol llan
Dexter Fong: Nice post reference =))
Principalpoop: I was thinking mechanical engineering, but ok, that works
Elayne: BRB, have to update my comics list (going shopping tomorrow).
Principalpoop: she is feeling better, cool
cease: indeed!
Dexter Fong: Soooo, what's up with ah, clem?
Principalpoop: get me a 1973 Green Lantern, with a cover by whoists and inking by whats his name
cease: either inclemate weather or inclemate clem
Principalpoop: whether
Dexter Fong: So no official announcement then eh?
Principalpoop: eh?
Elayne: So Robin tells me parts of Brooklyn had a tornado, like we did about a month back. Scary stuff!
llanwydd: or clement freud
Elayne: Apparently it was around 7 PM.
Principalpoop: a friend of mine drove a toranado, or he was a toranado
Principalpoop: fong farted
Dexter Fong: Fong is a gassed
Dexter Fong emits SBD
Principalpoop: dexter pooted
Elayne: Someone better open up a window!
Dexter Fong passes wind fire and earth
Dexter Fong: A shining star
Principalpoop: instead of inherit the wind, fongs book is break the wind
Principalpoop: mighty mighty, letting it all hang out
cease: herbie hancock is only 70!
Dexter Fong: Just Folks no longer shun the Fong. Why? Beano Bros!!
cease: 3/4 of the firesign theatre are older than him
Principalpoop: they say the neon lights are bright, on broadway
Dexter Fong: Poop: Sorry to disallusion you, but it's all He Def big screens TV and DLP
Principalpoop: lets trip the night fantastic on the sidewalks of new york
Dexter Fong: Hi Def
Principalpoop: no more neon? rats
Dexter Fong: Oh plenty of Neon Rats
Principalpoop: i did not see def come in, hello def
Dexter Fong: And ask about are argon agoutis
llanwydd: catherwood, a round of neon rats, please
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past llanwydd
Principalpoop: what was the red one? krypton? helium?
Dexter Fong: Bizarro Kryptonite
llanwydd: he couldn't move fast but he krypton
Principalpoop: that of heard never me
Dexter Fong: and on and on and on...
Elayne: I have a video to pass along, this is what Robin's been playing in the background as I've been on with y'all: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DyWxlml_YjQ
Principalpoop: look! Mr Whipple told them not to squeeze the charmin but he does it himself...
llanwydd: anybody seen our friend Hemlock Stones, lately?
Dexter Fong: couple three weeks ago maybe?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers H.Stones into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:54 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: yeah, it's been awhile
Dexter Fong: It seems as if HS is still under house arrest or something like it
H.Stones: Greetings one and all
llanwydd: you weren't lurking, were you?
cease: hi stones
Dexter Fong: Nice timing llan =))
cease: el, i'm surprised the wicked witch isnt under that tree
llanwydd: WB Stones
Elayne: Hey Stones!
H.Stones: no, i just got back from Walmart
Principalpoop: watch where you aim that thing next time fong
Principalpoop: speaking of stones, good evening your highness
Elayne: Cat, apparently it's crazy, it's intense! It's even more crazy and intense than a DOUBLE RAINBOW, for anyone who's familiar with all internet traditions...
Dexter Fong: We don't aim it, that way we're not resposible but possibly insame
llanwydd: we were talking about your brother and sister, Kidney and Gall a little while ago
H.Stones: i just spoke to Honey on the phone and she will try to get online, if net conditions allow
Principalpoop: you have the gall to mention gall?
cease: we had a tree blown onto our flimsy little house during a typhoon in japan in 79
cease: thankfully a light tree
Principalpoop: so she is ok, that is good
Dexter Fong: Stones: I thought Honey always worked without a net
H.Stones: she is much better than is Taos PP, its all a bit mickey mouse down there
cease: its a mickey mouse world, unfortunately
H.Stones: a bit like the wonderful Virtual Economy which we all have the pleasure of paying for
Principalpoop: i saw blair on john stewart, how did that guy get elected?
Elayne: Well, I think I'm going to betake me to bed, I still tire pretty easily.
Principalpoop: its a small world after all
Elayne: See you tomorrow, Dex! See you in two weeks, Cat!
Principalpoop: great news and keep getting better E
Dexter Fong: Night El, call me
llanwydd: Nite Elayne
H.Stones: i think we were all still in shock from Thatcher and Reagans great romance and blair got in by wearing her old knickers
Elayne: Will call when I'm Timing the Square, Dex. Bye all!
H.Stones: sorry elayne i only just noticed you
Principalpoop: i thought they looked familar on gordon brown
Dexter Fong: Timing the Square...Boxing Elena...it's all the same
H.Stones: same skid marks for sure
llanwydd: not familiar with gordon brown
Principalpoop: labador retrievers setters
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
H.Stones: that was the way he liked it, but anyway hes gone now
Principalpoop: Murdock is in?
cease: best, el
H.Stones: Blair was the biggest dirt bag this country has seen for a long time
H.Stones: Murdock is always in, everywhere there is a right wing to flap
Dexter Fong: Stones: Don't fret, there's a new world record set everyday
H.Stones: how does someone like blair get the job of peace envoy for the middle east when he helped start two wars
Dexter Fong: He's seen both sides now
cease: i missed el. does everyone watch the daily show?
Principalpoop: poetry in motion
cease: stewart interviewed a woman named mary roach recently. anyone see it?
Principalpoop: i do, and colbert, i don't remember that cat
Dexter Fong: Cat: If everyone watched the daily show, it would be making gazillions of $
cease: a prolific author
Principalpoop: the preppie thing?
cease: as stewart told blair yesterday, he's rich.
llanwydd: brb
Principalpoop: ok llan
cease: no, a few weeks ago. i'
Dexter Fong: Cat: Stewart told blair that blair was rich, or that JS was rich?
H.Stones: and we are very poor, obviously just a coincidence
cease: i'd have to consult the daily show archives to find out what it was about
H.Stones: brb
cease: js is rich and he told tony that. you can watch it online, i usually do
Dexter Fong: sounds to inntileectuall for me
Principalpoop: we are chasing away the audience cat
cease: though i refuse to watch the whole interview with blair.
Principalpoop: it was fun cat, jon did most of the talking
cease: anyway, proctor turned me on to ms roach, as it were, and we've been in touch
H.Stones: during Obamas first year, four million more americans slipped into poverty it just said on my radio
Principalpoop: blair just repeated himself
Principalpoop: cool
cease: she's a consultant on my new play
Dexter Fong: Neat
Principalpoop: so is fong, there we are
cease: is fong in poverty?
Dexter Fong: not yet
Principalpoop: no, he is one of the reactionary running dogs
Dexter Fong: but my wife is trying really hard
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: by llan
Dexter Fong tpas PC and mutters "Is this thing on?"
Dexter Fong: tapas?
Principalpoop: i just lowered my standards and expectations
Dexter Fong: Yummy
H.Stones: must be well below C level now
Dexter Fong: Grats poop: Now they're more in line with your IQ
cease: i had a delightful omlette for supper.
cease: too bad i cant broaden its delights with cni tonight
Principalpoop: i bought a teflon pan and some eggs, i should have bought one years ago
Dexter Fong: I had a shrimp and chorizo with smoked paprika sauce and Merguez sausage plate
Principalpoop: wall street prig
Principalpoop: where is my pitch fork when I need it
H.Stones: dump the teflon, Poop , its poisonous crap
Dexter Fong: Eat flaming media death faschist Bike Messengers
cease: doesnt the meat overwhelm the shrimp?
Principalpoop: not really teflon, kryptonite or something, kemonite
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat; but the sauce binds it all together
Principalpoop: that non-stick is fantastic, I don't care if it gives me cancer and polyps
Dexter Fong: Poop: I think you mean Kemo Sabe ware
H.Stones: its the teflon that makes you not care
cease: i think sauces are the key to food
Dexter Fong: The cares and worries just slide right off
Principalpoop: yes, easy cleanup too
Dexter Fong: leaving you tall slick and indifferent
Principalpoop: no, I am in virginia
Principalpoop: and short and i am still sticky
H.Stones: the dollars will not stick to your hands for sure
Dexter Fong: Poop: It somehow suits you
||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (10:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: wb llan
H.Stones: hi llan
Principalpoop: i might try an omelet now
H.Stones: for what purpose, PP ?
Principalpoop: just scrambled eggs all the times before
Dexter Fong: poop: What fillings will you add?
llanwydd: what's the difference between an omelette and scrambled eggs besides the fancy french name
Principalpoop: there was nothing to fold over
cease: qujite a bit, llan
Principalpoop: i don't know yet
llanwydd: I just learned today that you can add ratatouille to an omelette.
Dexter Fong: llan: Texture and fillings
cease: though i'm not sure i comprehend the dif between a frittata and an omlette
Principalpoop: one is from sweden
Dexter Fong: frittata is sauted than bakes, and omelette not baked
cease: and there is kind of potato omlette they eat in spain which is very different
llanwydd: they are all the same, fritatta, omelette, foo yung
cease: thanks, dex. but they tasted the same to me
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes..more like a frittata
Principalpoop: so what is a quiche?
cease: forget its name. an excellent breakfast.
llanwydd: oh, yes. and quiche
cease: eggs in pastry
Dexter Fong: Eggs cream a crust on the bottom and fillings
Principalpoop: i don't recall any pastry
llanwydd: I wonder if any diners serve egg foo yung for breakfast
Dexter Fong: I remember Napoleon...short little guy like poop, kinda stick too
cease: a quiche without pastry isnt a quiche
Principalpoop: no that is dessert and ice cream
Dexter Fong: and a kiss is just a kiss
llanwydd: you remember napoleon. you must be old
H.Stones: a foo yong is only a chinese way of saying ommellette
llanwydd: well, I remember the film. quite a spectacle. I got to see it on a big screen
llanwydd: all 3 screens, in fact
cease: the silent movie?
Principalpoop: that is a big egg foo yong
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Honey Foo Young inside, makes a note of the time (10:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: speaking of honey
llanwydd: yes indeed. it is still my favorite film
Principalpoop: it is honey, omg it is honey
Dexter Fong: Honey Quiche and her tartlets
Honey Foo Young: hola me amigos
cease: all this talk of delicous food has summoned honey
cease: like an incantation
llanwydd: Hi HFY!
Honey Foo Young: it has been fun watching you talk of egg dishes
H.Stones: did you get tired of the warmed up fajitas, Honey
Dexter Fong: well frittata my regatta and call me Cap'n
cease: hows new mexico, honey? better than the old one, i trust
Honey Foo Young: no the dog ate them
llanwydd: that's classic, isn't it?
Principalpoop: i will warm up her fajitas any time she asks
Dexter Fong: eggsactly
Principalpoop: don't mention her taco fong
Honey Foo Young: umm well it is indian summer now if the hispanics have their way old mexico and new mexico will be one and the same
Dexter Fong: Pssst! Honey, would you take this basket of um eggs! yeah eggs across the border for me
cease: i just mentioned what i had for dinner but i dint expect it to be a topic
Honey Foo Young hahaha
llanwydd: that's very unlikely, isn't it, Honey?
Principalpoop: too late cat, cannot retract it, let it run free
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:24 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Bunnyboy: yoda
cease: now they're in Everybody's eggs
cease: hey bun
Dexter Fong: Free range topics, there's more to chew on
Principalpoop: it is bunnyboy, omg it is bunnyboy
llanwydd: Hi Bunnyboy! How goes it?
Honey Foo Young: hi bunny
Dexter Fong: hi=lo dere bunny
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Bunnyboy: Anybody got any word on when the Dear Friends remasters will be pressed and released?
Principalpoop: yoda the bus is late whattya gonna do?
llanwydd: DF remasters! I didn't know
Bunnyboy: That's right, you lily-livered lothario, it's Bunnyboy. Say yer prayers!
Principalpoop: they need to be starched first
cease: merl would know, bun, not us little people
cease: do you listen to rfo, bun?
llanwydd: I only have a CD copy of the original 1972 double album
Principalpoop: excuse me sir, who are you calling little? sorry to bother you, and nevermind
cease: BP, poop
Bunnyboy: lllan: You know about the summer/fall long once-every-Tuesday WFMU streams?
Bunnyboy: http://www.wfmu.org/playlists/FT
cease: the wfmu shows arent just dfs,
llanwydd: I know a little about wfmu but I am unable to access internet radio
Bunnyboy: The MP3s are up to 14. There will be 16, in all.
Bunnyboy: llan: It's MP3s, at this link.
Principalpoop: BP3s?
cease: bun, bergman often mentions upcoming projects on the show. i know he's searching for things to sell
llanwydd: thanks, bb
Dexter Fong: Maybe Bergman could sell his toilet
Bunnyboy: BP3s - An excuse, followed by explanation, supported by a supposition.
Principalpoop: sure, with a story of what he wrote while sitting there
Dexter Fong: "Here I sit broken hearted
Honey Foo Young: maybe he could sell all the rubber noses and inflatable shoes he has accumulating dust in the back shed
Principalpoop: for a good time call
Bunnyboy: llan: The Columbia DEAR FRIENDS album was culled from these.
Dexter Fong: Can't do that Honey, Gov'mint repossesed them, said they was In sane
llanwydd: I see
Bunnyboy: Tried to poem, only arted.
Dexter Fong: lol Bunny
Honey Foo Young: oh well it was just a thought
Dexter Fong: and thoughtful too
Bunnyboy: My understanding was there was going to be a limited CD reissue, with extensive booklety goodness accompanying same.
Principalpoop: just a thought? you know how many neurons and synapses and stuff are needed to make just a thought?
llanwydd: that sounds cool
Bunnyboy: Is this...ike on?
cease: honey, they have indeed been selling them at the shows
Dexter Fong: 'ike on, 'ike on to Babylon
Honey Foo Young: yeah at least 2 in my brain
cease: thats what the lads were talking about on whidbey, bun
Principalpoop: i liked ike
Honey Foo Young: oh now that is a good idea fireheads will buy any kind of crap
llanwydd: I like to think of myself as an ike on
cease: amazing theyu stilll have anything left from their earlier career
Dexter Fong: and since they never come east of the sierra madres, they can hold the inventory down
Principalpoop: ebony, ivory, poops brain cells are history
Bunnyboy: Here's a fun link:
Bunnyboy: http://www.cartoonbrew.com/classic/every-warner-bros-cartoon-in-7-minutes-or-less.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+CartoonBrew+(Cartoon+Brew)
cease: honey, there arent nearly enough fireheads to buy enough from them for them to live on
Dexter Fong: What!! There's black and white matter in poop's gray matter
Honey Foo Young: they need to hustle the newer generations
Bunnyboy: Screen shots of all 1000+ Warner Brothers cartoons, in less than 7 minutes.
Honey Foo Young: get em hooked on FST
llanwydd: well, hello I must be going. I came to say...
llanwydd: anyway, have a great week, everybody!
Honey Foo Young: uyeeeeeeeeeee llan
Bunnyboy: (sings) Before you go, will you oblige us?
Dexter Fong [Honk] {Honk]
Bunnyboy: (sings) And tell us of your deeds so glowing?
Bunnyboy: nite llan. Happy listening!
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: by llan
H.Stones: Have Clem and Bambi been in tonight ?
cease: nope
Dexter Fong taps PC again [tap] [tap] "Is this thing on?"
Honey Foo Young: Gee PP you are from unknown this evening....are you wearing your langley spy suit tonight?
Dexter Fong: Honey: PP is always hiding somewhere in the Ever land
Principalpoop: i was watching the cartoons, I knew most of them
Honey Foo Young: yeah he is a quick sneaky one indeed
Dexter Fong: The guilty flee where no man (or woman) pursuettthhhpppttthhh
cease: langley washington is too small to have spies
Principalpoop: good luck llan
Principalpoop: shhh honey, i am in cognito
Dexter Fong: You luck will began the minute you read this
Principalpoop: next to roanoke
Honey Foo Young: hahaha i thought that was where all the spies congregated there and Reston
Bunnyboy: Langley subcontracts spies. They pose as Grit dealers.
Honey Foo Young: aha!
Dexter Fong: which is why you don't ever see them on Rosh Hashanah
Principalpoop: oho!
cease: langley wa is the home to the whidbey island centre for the arts, ossman's home theatre
cease: as bunny knows well
Principalpoop: hope langley was with the ghost and mrs muir maybe
Dexter Fong: Langley Va is the home to the NASA centre for the dark arts
cease: you have a very dark country, dex
cease: but at least there's a little firesign light in it
Honey Foo Young: hey any one remember those donuts spudnuts you could find them for sale or to sell on the back pages of comic books n such???
Dexter Fong: and the confluence of Langley VA, NASA, and (escpecially) dark arts has computers spitting out data at an In-sane rate
cease: not me, honey
Principalpoop: next to the x-ray glasses and sea horses?
Honey Foo Young: yup yup shush fong we might be monitored at this very moment
Honey Foo Young: yah poop
Honey Foo Young: i really wanted to get some sea monkeys
Principalpoop: might? no doubt, this chat is datamined
Dexter Fong: Honey, I used to look at them all days thru my X-Ray specs while I sat on my whoopie cushion dringk a G&T with the fake ice cube with a fly in it
Principalpoop: what happened to my plastic fly ice cube anyway?
Honey Foo Young: hahaha dex
Bunnyboy: I've been to Langley twice, in 13 years.
Dexter Fong: It just melted away when I put it in the microwave
Dexter Fong: Deep cover eh? Bunny
Principalpoop: that is where the fly came from, rats
Bunnyboy: Both times, to trek to the WICA.
Principalpoop: i did not know you were a witch
Dexter Fong: I didn't know you were a witch
Dexter Fong: lol poop
Honey Foo Young: yeah news to me too poop
Principalpoop: see, fong and honey did not either
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: I think Bunny has been to the Cewntre for Dark Arts School of Deception
Principalpoop: you meant to say YWCA?
Principalpoop: M
Dexter Fong: Why 1 K
cease: 4 times for me to drive to langley
cease: i think merl has been there more often than either of us, bun
Bunnyboy: I got a pizza callin' me. Chow!
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:51 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: and he has to fly in from minneapoliis
Principalpoop: gotta trek to the wica, wica wica, gotta trek trek trek to the wica
cease: by bun
Dexter Fong: Getta you Tutsi Fruitsi too, bunny
Honey Foo Young: "isn't telling how many times she has been there but she did meet Khruskev in an elevator...my gramma started annoying him in swedish......
Dexter Fong: Honey: Something tells me you could annoy khrushev in *any* language
Principalpoop: I never got near the place
Principalpoop: whats the deal nikita? ahh keep your shirt on, and your shoe
Honey Foo Young: Hey !! it wasn't me i was just a little kid but i was laughing a lot cos my gramma was trying all kinds of lingo on him but he just kept scowling
Dexter Fong: Nice Argyle sock too
Principalpoop: same elevator? ewwww russian cooties ewwww
Honey Foo Young: yeah me my gramma and 3 big burly russians in huge coats
Principalpoop: that could never happen today
cease: indeed not, poop
Dexter Fong: Thank god for Ronnie
Honey Foo Young: i think if the elevator was any slower one of them would have had to give her the 1 2 punch
Dexter Fong: Stay away from the 1 2 punch, it has extra vodka in it
Honey Foo Young: ya ya
H.Stones: thats not vodka
Dexter Fong: Comrade! You're are right!! It's wolf piss!!!
Principalpoop: wodka makes me womit quote tommy smothers
Honey Foo Young: oh and hey there is a fake icecube with a fly in it euwwwwww
Dexter Fong: Ahwhoooooooooooo!
Dexter Fong: Honey< if you like the Ice Cube, don't heistate to try the fake dog shit and imitation womit
Principalpoop: pardon me, but neither of those were fake hehe
Honey Foo Young: yeah yeah and the whoopie coushin too
Principalpoop: brb
Dexter Fong: I already sat on that one, Honey
Dexter Fong: phhhttthhh
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Honey Foo Young: well hey here is the multicolored headdress and hatchet & indian drum i picked up for ya at Stuckeys
Dexter Fong: Liven up your wedding...."They all laughed when I sat down" said young bridestress Noisy Windbreaker
Honey Foo Young: the pecan log is mine
Dexter Fong: I don't remember eating pecans
Dexter Fong: Corn, maybe
Honey Foo Young: pecan logs they had some white goo inside and pecans on the outside
Dexter Fong: And maybe a little corn sprinkled around
Honey Foo Young: possibly...
Dexter Fong: and they sink right to the bottom
Principalpoop: no corn, come on now
Principalpoop: just pecans, and marshmellow stuff
Dexter Fong: Orthodox eh?
Honey Foo Young: ah so you are familiar with the stuckey's pecan logs
Principalpoop: you are thinking of grits
Dexter Fong: I been stuck on stuckey's since before i knew what stuckey was
Dexter Fong: Poop: Grits is corn
Honey Foo Young laughs
Principalpoop: sure, and what is hominy?
Honey Foo Young: hominy is corn nuts
Dexter Fong: Hominey is grits with a lye treatment
Merlyn: the high parts
cease: a more euphonious cliche
Principalpoop: pull my other leg, so I don't limp
Dexter Fong: and the itralians call it polenta
Merlyn: one sings malady, the other sings hominy
Honey Foo Young: oh and the okies call it mush
Dexter Fong: as in "I got polenta of (whatever)..."
Honey Foo Young: fried mush you can find that anywhere in oklahome
Principalpoop: ebony, ivory, hominy, homily
Dexter Fong: Oklahomee? Well howdee neighbor
cease: merl, bun asked if there was any news on the new firesign cd product
Principalpoop: i don't even have a garage, you can call up and ask my wife
Dexter Fong: Homany homily's does it take to make a home'n'me
Merlyn: nothing I've heard
Honey Foo Young: how about a nice cup of eggshell coffee from the percolater and a plate of fried mush with karo syrup on it?
Principalpoop: no, put the karo syrup on your corn flakes
Principalpoop: grits are corn, well live and learn, that is my motto, or slogan or trademark or something
Dexter Fong: An Adge for the addled
Dexter Fong: Adage
Honey Foo Young: well sandpaper has grits on it thats not corn
cease: an adze would make you more addled
Dexter Fong: Have you tasted any latey?
Honey Foo Young: uh well nooo
Dexter Fong: An adze would set me on edze
cease: anyone seen laura flanders webshow Grit Tv? highly reccomended
Principalpoop: too many kinds of sandpaper now, and most have no sand anyway
Dexter Fong: Erosion
Principalpoop: laura? laura flanders? why do I know that name, ahh, cat just wrote it
Dexter Fong: Flanders? Moll? Gun Mole Flanders!!
Honey Foo Young: I am out the door on my way off to zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz land so ya'all take care nah ciao
||||||||| Honey Foo Young says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Honey Foo Young exits at 11:14 PM.
Principalpoop: the sandman hit me in the eyes too, hold that bus
Principalpoop: ciaooo
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:15 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
H.Stones: better call me one as well, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood calls H.Stones one as.
||||||||| cease is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:15 PM.
Dexter Fong: And I, poor soul, and once again forced to reposition my car on Thur nights so see you all next time
H.Stones: on ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssstake care sir fong
H.Stones: oops
Merlyn: don't lean on the keyboard, son
Merlyn: see you next week or on tuesday
||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:17 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H.Stones - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| UrbanMention sashays in at 2:44 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.

Millions of months passed,
and twenty-eight days later,
the moon appeared.
This small change was reflected best,
perhaps, in the Sand-dollar,
whch shrank to almost nothing
at the bottom of the pool.

Where dumb amphibians like Catfish
laid their eggs in the boiling waters,
only to be gobbled up every three minues
by the giant Sea-Orphans
Jungle Bunnies,
which scared everybody.
And so,
in fear and hot water,
Man is born!


I am La Brea Man.
I am First Man.

Wife and I live in pits.
I discover pain and boredum
and how to use hands in self-defense . . .

I am his son.
I am called Plowman.
I was the first to dig the earth,
and make the rivers run backward.
There was no stopping me
-- or my wife!

[each man] I am his many cousins.

I chip the stone.

I smelt the rock.

I bronzed the shoe.

I lay the asphalt.

[unison] Together we made enough noise to keep the wolves awake!


I am his Godson
-- Sybilized Man.
I harnessed the secret of the calendar

and with the power of the week,
I built the pyramids.

I am his Mentor -- Hippocries.

I put him through school,
where he learned to stand up for a principal,
and sit down on his stool.

I am his father, Cesarian.

I sent him away from home for something to live on,
and paid him to fight over it!

||||||||| UrbanMention leaves to catch the 2:45 AM train to Hawaii.
||||||||| 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:
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Honey Foo Young
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"