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 October 14, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads FirstRowSeat inside, makes a note of the time (4:38 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.

It’ll be nice to have the family together again, . .

after the MARIN and GOLDEN STATE gigs.

Anyone Go??

||||||||| FirstRowSeat leaves at 4:39 AM, 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..."
||||||||| 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 RedPillTweeny plummets into the garden at 7:27 AM.
||||||||| It's 7:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| cease steps in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: I'll be late for chat tonight.
||||||||| At 8:50 PM, cease runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 14, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Merlyn: hey C'wood
||||||||| 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 Hemlock Scones plummets into the garden at 9:03 PM.
Hemlock Scones: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| Outside, the 9:09 PM downtown bus from England pulls away, leaving H Scones coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Honey Nut Scones enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Honey Nut Scones: hello merlyn
Honey Nut Scones: hey H
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:15 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from New York."
llanwydd: anybody here or is it just us?
Honey Nut Scones: just us i fear
llanwydd: catherwood, would you get me a life, please?
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a life.
llanwydd: I knew he'd come though
llanwydd: through
llanwydd: trough
Honey Nut Scones: trew
llanwydd: well, if clem doesn't stop by we could simulcast a fst album
llanwydd: I'm listening to Yes right now
Honey Nut Scones: i always liked yes
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Scones - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: and then there were three
llanwydd: I don't count myself
Honey Nut Scones: 5 counting merlyn and catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Honey Nut Scones
Honey Nut Scones: oooh snub me again catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Honey Nut Scones again.
llanwydd: np: going for the one
H Scones: hi llan
llanwydd: Hi H Scones
Merlyn: hey, off keyboard at times tonight
H Scones: skype is a pile of pants tonight as well
llanwydd: funny you didn't turn grey
H Scones: have been grey for years
llanwydd: I'm 49 and have no grey at all
H Scones: what do you use, soot ?
llanwydd: I'm kind of funny. I have a black beard and blonde hair. I don't know anybody else like that
H Scones: it sounds lie your in two places at once
llanwydd: lol
||||||||| Outside, the 9:28 PM bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: hey, dex
H Scones: Greetings Sir Fong
H Scones: Gets out the fresh Scones and pour tea for Fong
Dexter Fong: Evening all, my lateness is due to PC malfunctioning
llanwydd: that reminds me I tried to quit coffee cold turkey the day before yesterday
Dexter Fong: Am now running in "Safe mode with networking"
H Scones: i think the net is hosed tonight
llanwydd: had no coffee all day and spent the next day with a horrible headache and nausea
llanwydd: hosed?
Honey Nut Scones: well you must have some grey among all the blonde
H Scones: skype is pants even audio wont work properley and Honey keep getting thrown off
llanwydd: actually I don't
Dexter Fong: Scones: Tat may be so but I *know* my PC is screwed
Honey Nut Scones: do you use just for men on your beard??
H Scones: did you screw it yourself or do you hire in ??
llanwydd: not yet
llanwydd: I have though, for the stage
Dexter Fong: Scones: Even better, my son did it for me =))
llanwydd: makes it a deeper black
H Scones: good if you keep it in the family
H Scones: does he keep a nest of viruses for breedingpurposes ?
Dexter Fong: Installed Chrome and an antivirus, now all it does it loop through the boot up and welcome page then back to balck etc
Honey Nut Scones: yeah but onstage you must have to wear a wig to complement the blacbeard?
llanwydd: have you seen my pic in the "rogues gallery". I look like that except for the glasses
H Scones: its been a couple of bad months for viruses and similar shit
llanwydd: I haven't worn a wig yet.
Honey Nut Scones: no glasses ok
Honey Nut Scones: yeah i had something jump on my computer it completely killed me i had to do a reinstall of windows the whole enchilada
llanwydd: I wanted to wear a long grey wig as Lord Rivers in Richard III but the director didn't like it
Honey Nut Scones: awwwwwww
||||||||| "9:35 PM? I'm late!" exclaims H Scones, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
llanwydd: pardon me. I'm depressed tonight. my expenses have gone up considerably and my income has not
llanwydd: and I wanted to move to california next month
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H Scones close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and TweenaDillo waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
H Scones: llan, look out for all those valley girls
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween
H Scones: Yo there Tweenster
TweenaDillo: Hello, fellow inmates
llanwydd: but enough about me. I was born in 1961 in Hackensack, NJ on a Tuesday afternoon in September in a...
llanwydd: Hey Tween
H Scones: Hows Austin Tweenster, is it finished yet ?
TweenaDillo: Bambi's Mom is in the hospital, so they've been quite preoccupied
TweenaDillo: lol LL
Dexter Fong: Understandable
TweenaDillo: Austin? Finished? never...
llanwydd: actually I had been planning for months to move to california but with my expenses, it isn't possible
H Scones: I find it difficult to believe in Hackensack
Honey Nut Scones: your expenses will be even greater in california
llanwydd: it's only in the mind, Scones
Honey Nut Scones: hey dex
Honey Nut Scones: hi tween
H Scones: the whole of souther california is in the mind if you ask me
TweenaDillo: Did you folks get my mail about the latest Roadkill Show?
H Scones: or maybe just out of its mind
H Scones: sorry didnt Tween
Honey Nut Scones: land of fruits and nuts :)
TweenaDillo: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
Honey Nut Scones: i didn't either
llanwydd: my car broke down in hackensack about 5 years ago and I walked for miles in a pair of dress shoes
||||||||| 9:40 PM: doctecazoid jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
doctecazoid: hi, just thought i'd pop in for a short time to say "hi, thought i'd pop in for a short time to say i'm popping in for a short time."
llanwydd: I wasn't very impressed with the land of my nativity
Dexter Fong: Always snappy, llan
TweenaDillo: It features Jersey Shor's 'Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes'
Honey Nut Scones: oh the pain!
llanwydd: hi doc
H Scones: and you been living there ever since, llan ?
doctecazoid: or words to that effect
TweenaDillo: Friends of Springteeen and te E Street band
Honey Nut Scones: hello doc
doctecazoid: shortly
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
Honey Nut Scones: asbury dukes
llanwydd: no, I made it home with the help of a friend of my deceased grandfather
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:41 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
TweenaDillo: The Garden State is pushing the metaphor a bit ;)
Bunnyboy: Hiya!
doctecazoid: thanx dex for the brief phone recording session this past sunday
H Scones: hi Bunny
Dexter Fong: Hi BBoy
Honey Nut Scones: hop on in bb hello
llanwydd: but my AAA only covered 100 miles of towing and I was 300 miles from home
Honey Nut Scones: no that was the amboy dukes my mistake
Dexter Fong: A pleasure Doc
TweenaDillo: But then calling a city in Texas covered with refineries 'Corpus Christi' would fall into the same catagory
doctecazoid: i wonder what aaa meetings are like?
Honey Nut Scones: very true
doctecazoid: hi, i'm doc and i'm a recovering speeder
llanwydd: aaa is automobile association of america
TweenaDillo: Hey Bun
Dexter Fong: Hi. My name is Velma and I'm a gun moll
llanwydd: or american automobile association or some such thing
doctecazoid: anybody catch the east coast '30 rock' tonight? it was amazing
Bunnyboy: 24 step program.
doctecazoid: they're doing it again live at 8:30 pacific, for the west coasters
Dexter Fong: Bun: 24 step program...that's the Bunny Hop!!
doctecazoid: step away from the vehicle
llanwydd: I use an old CD for a west coaster and a dvd for the east
TweenaDillo dances the TX Two Step and asks to change pardners
TweenaDillo: Yeah, I always paid for the extra towing from AAA
doctecazoid: i remember southside johnny - it's a jersey thing
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm Velma and I'm a danceaholic
llanwydd: I have AAA plus
Bunnyboy: I'm phoning it in, presently.
TweenaDillo: Yeah, NJ blues rock
doctecazoid: hi velma...
llanwydd: $85 a year but I wouldn't leave my driveway without it
TweenaDillo: If you like that sort of thing, do check out the show
Dexter Fong: Hi Doc, are you glad to see me, I see your bag is open
TweenaDillo: Yes, AAA can be a real life saver
doctecazoid: southside johnny & the jukes were one of the sctv network 90 guest bands the first year
TweenaDillo: will send out a truck with gas to get you to the next station if you run out
doctecazoid: is that my bag?
TweenaDillo: kewl Doc, didn't know that
Dexter Fong: Are those your forski...forcepts?
doctecazoid: i thought it was sent ahead
Bunnyboy: That's no bag, that's Bottles!
TweenaDillo: I have two of theirs on vinyl from the old days in DC
Dexter Fong: Will that be plastic, paper or glass sir?
Bunnyboy: Or, I should say, "those" are.
doctecazoid: shards'o'glass
H Scones: rock, paper or scissors ???
Dexter Fong: ummmm tasty (For adults Only)
Merlyn: won't be here next week, I'll be in LA for the shows
Honey Nut Scones: i prefer the bring you own old bag
Bunnyboy: Lucky ducky.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Lay it all down for posterity
H Scones: will posterity appreciate it
Dexter Fong: A precious few, Scones, a precious few
TweenaDillo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Southside_Johnny
H Scones: gets violin out and plays heart rendering tragic tune for Fong
Dexter Fong wonders if everyone's gone to Wickiland
TweenaDillo: Doc remembers the Ackroyd cristmas bit
TweenaDillo: christmas
Bunnyboy: The Raymond Scott doc arrived in the mail today.
H Scones: if they follow the signs from Wikipedia, you can be sure they are all wrong
Dexter Fong is moved to tiny amounts of moisture by violin solo
doctecazoid: sex and violins, an unbeatable combo
llanwydd: nothing irritates me more than solo violin
H Scones: dont let those clamcakes get damp, Fong
doctecazoid: bb: i am envious
llanwydd: I can't even stand the sibelius violin concerto or the brahms and don't even mention paganini
TweenaDillo: Wiki has become my site of choice for 'fast facts'
doctecazoid: bb: did you see the teaser youtube of the guys working to restore the electronium mark mothersbaugh owns?
TweenaDillo: Usually pretty accurate
H Scones: i can assure you llan that me playing a sad violin solo would be more irritating than a mere ordinary violin solo
Dexter Fong: No problem Scones, they're wrapped in paper, then plastic, and bottled for future disposal
llanwydd: lol
doctecazoid: after saying for years they were going to work on it, they're finally starting in on the restoration job
H Scones: i can make a real mess of Goreki
Bunnyboy: Doc: the distributor's in NY!
llanwydd: that screechy noise makes me want to bash my head against a wall
llanwydd: even the best of it
H Scones: thats why i play it, llan
doctecazoid: now that's entertainment: "a mess'o'goreki"
llanwydd: well, I can't hear you from here, Scones. Play on
Honey Nut Scones: then you must not like the bagpipes then?
H Scones: yes imagine that for starters, Doc
TweenaDillo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Scott
llanwydd: bagpipes don't appeal to me either
Dexter Fong: afkfr
TweenaDillo: must be one rare bird
llanwydd: spanish guitar is quite my speed
doctecazoid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=otc6yRRK5WA
llanwydd: and piano
TweenaDillo: can't think of a better family to own one
H Scones: i will be round there soon with my adhoc bagpipe and violin sextet
Honey Nut Scones: hahaha
llanwydd: I don't mind violins in a full orchestra or even a chamber ensemble
H Scones: its a sight for sore ears...... er wait a minute
H Scones: after me, you wont need no full orchestra
llanwydd: a string quartet played in the town next to me and I went to hear it
H Scones: you got to use the correct quality of string
TweenaDillo: Whoa - looks like a telephone PBX
llanwydd: I was able to take it. in fact the violinist was a sight for sore eyes
Bunnyboy: Ad hoc is the noise it makes.
Honey Nut Scones: lol bun
H Scones: in the off season they book me to scare the crows
H Scones: in the busy season they give me money to go away
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: I understand a scarecrow is called a jackstraw in your country
Honey Nut Scones: ooh reminds me of the grateful dead now
llanwydd: or was that a politician
H Scones: no its a scarecrow over here, i dont do no public jacking
Honey Nut Scones: wasnt it both?
llanwydd: I learned when I went to england that you don't call anyone a bum even in jest
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
doctecazoid: dudes my knee is killing me today, and i didn't get a lot of sleep last night - gotta get horizontal and drift off
Merlyn: you ass
Dexter Fong: Thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "It was a pleasure to serve you..."
doctecazoid: but i'll check in again next week
Honey Nut Scones: nite doc
llanwydd: nite doc
Merlyn: cya doc
doctecazoid: check y'all later - ttfn ttyl (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
||||||||| Around 10:01 PM, doctecazoid walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: BVest to Lili
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: How about an FST iPhone chat app?
Dexter Fong: He called us *dudes*
Bunnyboy: Nite doc!
Merlyn: well, any iphone browser should work
H Scones: indeeedydoody
llanwydd: I've never even owned a cell phone
Dexter Fong: That's why you get so few calls
Honey Nut Scones: why you luddite you llan!!
H Scones: its not the only reason, Fong
llanwydd: somebody gave me a lead on something called a Tracfone for $10 at wal-mart but they went so quick they were sold out before I made it there
Merlyn: the best cell phone peripheral I've heard of is a guy on youtube makes near-exact star trek communicators as a bluetooth extension
Dexter Fong: Fast tracfone
Merlyn: I don't have a cellphone either
H Scones: i had a phone in my cell
Honey Nut Scones: still do
llanwydd: cell phones don't work in front of my house, by the way
Dexter Fong: That's cause you rarely leave the house isn't it?
Bunnyboy: Safari does the job, but it's a lotta setting and resetting.
Honey Nut Scones: do they work in the back of your house?
Merlyn: all the mind control lasers, llan?
H Scones: my microwave oven is receiving message from Richard Nixon
llanwydd: that's what's it's got to be, Merl. weird things happen around here
Dexter Fong: They made him say that Merlyn
Dexter Fong: It's a *dead zone*
llanwydd: np: bonus tracks on Going For the One-Yes
Honey Nut Scones: no its a phil and friends zone
Merlyn: psychic spies are everywhere
Dexter Fong: You're just phshing Honey
H Scones: my cell phone is so old the keypad is in roman numerals
Honey Nut Scones: i have lined my peruvian sock hat with aluminum i am safe
llanwydd: I can't stand the place where I am now. way too small
Honey Nut Scones: save your sheckels and move out west the west is the best
Bunnyboy: I used to despise cell phones, because of the etiquette monstrosities.
Merlyn: the only cooler cell phone than a communicator would be a real shoe phone, with a dial
llanwydd: I'm trying to do that, HNS
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Does that come in a two tone?
Bunnyboy: The iPhone turned my pretty liddle haid.
H Scones: what do you do with that Merlyn, throw it at someone ?
Honey Nut Scones: i just inherited a 'magic bus' hippy phone but i have to go to albuturkey to get it
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop gets out at 10:09 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Honey Nut Scones: hey poop you are a sight for sore eyes
llanwydd: Hi princ
Principalpoop: Nixon? I thought we buried him...
H Scones: Yo there Poopster
Principalpoop: hi all, wotsop?
Honey Nut Scones: see spies are everywhere
Bunnyboy: Hiya poop!
Principalpoop: do I cause or cure sore eyes?
Dexter Fong: both, of course
H Scones: depends what kind of site you are
Principalpoop: i am not a spy, (getting a copy of this scott?)
Principalpoop: pron, of course, no doubt
H Scones: thank good ness i am not here
TweenaDillo: You won't have Dick Nixon to dig up anymore...
Principalpoop: i wanted a shoe phone with a dial too
Dexter Fong: pron = prawn?
llanwydd: lkjhgfdwertyumnbvcoiuytre
Principalpoop: no shrimps, they have laws in this state fongster
Dexter Fong: well said llan
H Scones: we keep him in the mausaleum, i juat oil the hinges on his box
TweenaDillo: But the phone is tapped, footman...
Principalpoop: no welshing llan
Bunnyboy: If your life is flashing before your eyes, it won't work on iPhone.
Principalpoop: hehe he said flashing hehe
Merlyn: hey, see you maybe next week, or not since I will be in LA
Dexter Fong: Ever since I got my Droid phone, all my decisions have been made easier
H Scones: over here, i you want to use iphone you have to face Mecca
Principalpoop: thanks again and have fun M
Honey Nut Scones: ok merlyn have fun out west
||||||||| "10:13 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn enjoy for all of us
llanwydd: "if everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane" - Steven Wright
Bunnyboy: Mite, Nerlyn!
TweenaDillo: Lois?
Principalpoop: why don't they live stream those? I mean, why not? why? why? why? screams
Dexter Fong: Luis
TweenaDillo: Is that you?
H Scones: goes to make tea, not war
TweenaDillo: lol
Dexter Fong: wara an tea?
Principalpoop: Lewis
Honey Nut Scones: s
Principalpoop: crime and peppermint
llanwydd: Llewellyn
Principalpoop: Ludwig
TweenaDillo: 10 years of 10 days, whichever comes first
Honey Nut Scones: Sheri Lewis?
llanwydd: luigi
Dexter Fong: No thnk you
Principalpoop: anything happen on 10 10 10 to anybody? boring here
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
TweenaDillo: I try to avoid thinking, Dex
Honey Nut Scones: yeah my lappy crashed
llanwydd: probably
Dexter Fong: Another shot of that single barrel malt might be nice
cease: still here, eh
Principalpoop: sheri lewis and ahh, don't tell me or google
Honey Nut Scones: hi cat
TweenaDillo: I let other people do it 4 me
cease: is cni on tonight?
Principalpoop: beanie and cecil, no no, getrude noo
TweenaDillo: Hey cease
Honey Nut Scones: nooooo
Principalpoop: back cat
Honey Nut Scones: lambchop
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, missed your entry and no not on
Principalpoop: i would have got it, noo, I lie
Bunnyboy: Shari Lewis and Lambchop.
Honey Nut Scones: yup
llanwydd: sound like a line I spoke in Hamlet. GERTRUDE! Do not drink!
Bunnyboy: And Charley Horse.
Dexter Fong: and fuck Ewe
Honey Nut Scones: oh oh oh oh now i am thinking of white fang
llanwydd: she said "Please you, my lord, I will" and drank her last
Honey Nut Scones: soupy sales was the best
Principalpoop: i would have trouble saying that, i would end up trying to say it like al pacino
cease: hey dex, you can watch you and me eat at le bernardin. the video i took is up on my blog, which as everyone knows is at www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
Bunnyboy: Then venom to thy wooooorrrrrrk!!!
cease: per se coming tomorrow i hope. just heard from the sommelier who made me those wondrous mocktails
llanwydd: right, bb
Dexter Fong: Cat: That's great
Dexter Fong: Hope you feel a bit better about the experience now =))
cease: you know the flick Ratatouille?
Dexter Fong: You mentioned it
Bunnyboy: Remy, yes.
cease: in one of the dvd extras, keller, the inspiration for the flick, talks about creating the salmon corononets you and myrna ate as well as the oysters and pearls
cease: elsewhere keller talks about wanting to send people back to their childhoods, as happens to the critic in that flick
Dexter Fong: I remember those, outstanding
Principalpoop: OMG, fong has a voice
cease: that'sd what he had in mind with the deconstructed peanut butter and jelly thing i had.
Principalpoop: you should have warned me
cease: i'm just back from my favourite greek restaurant so food is high on my mind
cease: which odlly isnt high. must do something about that
Principalpoop: feel unfetered now?
cease: a houseguest wanted to take us out to dinner before going back to japan tomorrow and of course, we went greek
cease: no clem and bambi tonight?
Dexter Fong: Everyones doing it
cease: i should email bambi about her lines
Dexter Fong: Bambi's mother in hospoitla
Principalpoop (
cease: poop, dex has more than a voice.
Dexter Fong: or hospital
cease: oh my. sad to hear that
Honey Nut Scones: mmmmmmm spanakopita dolmathes & baklava
Dexter Fong: Yeah Poop, I has unplumbed depths
cease: for me, eggplant stuffed with crab with cream cheese and a darkly hearty tomato sauce
Principalpoop: no no, you did not sound like you
Honey Nut Scones: mmmmmm
Dexter Fong: I was in character
cease: how's it going, honey?
Honey Nut Scones: better now that I am in Taos
Principalpoop: i had imagined edgar g. robinson or that priate from that movie, my mind is mush
Honey Nut Scones: thanks for asking :)
cease: better taos than laos
Principalpoop: you moved to southeast asia?
Honey Nut Scones: indeed
Principalpoop: was it KAOS?
Dexter Fong: Poop: They thought that "talkies" put me outta business, i showed 'em
Honey Nut Scones: it was
Bunnyboy: Food makes me hungry. Nitey!
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: Nite Bunny =))
Honey Nut Scones: nite bunnyboy
Honey Nut Scones: manga manga!!
cease: by bun
Principalpoop: that looked like a nice place guys, I would have met with you later outside macdonalds
Bunnyboy: Anime! Anime!
Dexter Fong: Whip crack away!!
Principalpoop: i am a little horse tonight
cease: yeah, le b was about as nice a place as there is
Dexter Fong: Pony up cowboy
cease: a pony?
Principalpoop: they still sell ponys?
||||||||| At 10:27 PM, Bunnyboy dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: One year olds, yes
llanwydd: I watched an alfred hitchcock film tonight. The Wrong Man
llanwydd: it was just all right
Principalpoop: how did a little can of beer get that name anyway?
Principalpoop: alfred is amazing
Dexter Fong: Well Jesus is just allright too
cease: hi llan. did you listen to down under danger?
llanwydd: it had henry fonda and anthony quayle
cease: only in the song, dex
cease: i real life, he was all left
Principalpoop: i wish modern cameramen and editors were not on meth
llanwydd: Yes I did, Cat. It's very funny
cease: some great lines in it.
cease: that austin kid sure can write
cease: if anyone else is listening to the rfo web show, bergman said they'll be using some skits they developed there for their new stage show
Dexter Fong: but can he play a mean pinball?
Principalpoop: spirit in the sky eh?
Dexter Fong: Norman Greenbaum
cease: i gather doc tech hasnt been here tonight
Principalpoop: who is norman greenbaum?
Dexter Fong: One of the all time great opening riffs
H Scones: yes he has
Dexter Fong: Cat Come and gone
Principalpoop: who has what scones?
Dexter Fong: Poop: He had the one-hit wonder "Spirit in the Sky"
Principalpoop: no, he's the pitcher
Principalpoop: greenbaum wrote that? hehehe
Principalpoop: cool
Dexter Fong: Yep
cease: we need a green bomb, turn everyone green
Principalpoop: I never knew the name
Principalpoop: the nude bomb flopped
Dexter Fong wonders how many songs could you find in R&R for a gospel theme show
||||||||| At 10:33 PM, H Scones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Outside, the 10:33 PM downtown bus from Manchester pulls away, leaving H Scones coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: wb your highness
Dexter Fong: That was quick Scones
Principalpoop: lots fong
H Scones: most of my women used to say that, Dex
Principalpoop: presence of the lord, all things must pass, lots
Dexter Fong: They told me that too, but I had to um....convince them to tell me
Principalpoop: no woman ever told me that, most did ask if it was in yet
llanwydd: well, I've got some other sites I have to look at and then I'm going to watch a little tv
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Bizarro world Locker Room talk
llanwydd: probably see you next week
Principalpoop: good luck llan
Dexter Fong: Nite llan
cease: have fun, llan
Honey Nut Scones: goodnight llan
H Scones: llan, i hurt my eyes on that little t v so i got a bigger one
TweenaDillo: Same for me folks. Best to all, and have a great week...
Principalpoop: what is her name? his name?
||||||||| TweenaDillo dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's TweenaDillo?! It's 10:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: same to you tween
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
cease: by tween
H Scones: behave Tween or at least dont get caught
Dexter Fong: Poop: Who's name?
Principalpoop: the tv he got
Principalpoop: tv is a transvestight right?
Dexter Fong: I didn't know he had named it
Dexter Fong: ah...yes...could be....perhaps....TMI
H Scones: TV comes in either dull or shiny i suppose
Dexter Fong: Poop: Couldn't help but notice that your taste in "transvestites" is quite specific
Principalpoop: they used to be big and round, reubenesque, now flat and skinny, twiggyesque
Honey Nut Scones: soon they will just be a projected 3d image
Principalpoop: i saw that honey
Dexter Fong: Mine looks like Lady gaGa
Principalpoop: wow
Dexter Fong: We keep it on 24/7...the meats almost done
H Scones: so you are into hats eh Fong ?
Principalpoop: like princess leah in star wars, trying to her change back from the coke machine
Dexter Fong tips his Eyetralian Borselino to Scones
Principalpoop: would a priscotta yamaka be kosher?
H Scones: i have led a sheltered life it seems, Fong
Dexter Fong wonders what priscotta is?
H Scones: i like my yamakas plain
Principalpoop: thin sliced ham thing, maybe I spelled it wrong
Honey Nut Scones was wondering that too dex
Dexter Fong: Proschiutto?
Principalpoop: gesundheit
Dexter Fong: Easy for you to spell
Dexter Fong: Poop: To answer your question; yes not kosher
Principalpoop: how about ham made from turkey?
Dexter Fong: However, might I suggest the lovely Salmon tartare, or we also have the Bresslau (it's beef)
Principalpoop: that would work
cease: you want kurds with that?
Dexter Fong: And we offer a lean smoked breast of lamb for your (ahem) breasts
Principalpoop: old tuna salad could be a toupee or hat
Honey Nut Scones: whey???
Principalpoop: what armenia trying to say cat?
Dexter Fong: There are other, more exotique cuts of meat for your replacement needs
Principalpoop: are they better than the exotic cuts?
Principalpoop: or just foreign
Dexter Fong: They are, of course, more *exotique*
Dexter Fong: thus, more *foreign*
Principalpoop: i put the accent on the wrong sil lab all
Dexter Fong: thus, our national trade deficit
Principalpoop: i sound like me fong, you did not sound like you, i should know
Principalpoop: i will have to listen again, and re-adjust my image of you
Dexter Fong: Poop: As always, you reduce me to silence
Principalpoop: that is work, thanks alot
Dexter Fong: Yr wlcm
Principalpoop: partypooper thats me
||||||||| 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: That would be a good profession in Germany
Principalpoop: ahh, we have not taught him to tap exit yet, rats
Dexter Fong: What happens when you tap exit?
||||||||| At 10:50 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Honey Nut Scones!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cease: chef rats
Principalpoop: you leave immediately
Principalpoop: instead of the reaper getting you
Dexter Fong: You like to tidy up, do you?
Principalpoop: i am not a control freak, I will attack anyone who disagrees
Dexter Fong: No more vacant avatars!!
H Scones: i will talk amongst myself
Principalpoop: ok scones, pull that lorry over to the side of the M1
Dexter Fong: Now Scones, you always get depressed when you do that
H Scones: but i play with myself to take my mind of it, Fong
Principalpoop: i never talk to myself, yes you do, shush, you shush, no you
Dexter Fong: Bang!!!
Dexter Fong: He shot herslef
Principalpoop: ouch
H Scones: no she was not inflatable, that was just the economy
Principalpoop: i did not have my headphones on, to hear the bullet go through
Dexter Fong: That bullet went thru like shit thru a tin goose
Principalpoop: a 3 holer scones?
Dexter Fong: A bishops Bare Bum, three holer
Dexter Fong: They're very rare
H Scones: yes but with a Richar Nixon mask
Dexter Fong: only built three prototypes
Principalpoop: i imagine so
Dexter Fong: two crashed without getting off the ground
Dexter Fong: Pilots were drunk
Principalpoop: i had a ronald reagan mask, somebody stole it
Principalpoop: they might have been drunk
H Scones: OK gaz guys and otherwise
Dexter Fong: They could wear it to rob a bank and then go surfing
Principalpoop: night your highness
H Scones: i think its time i headed into the west
Dexter Fong: Scones is winding up for an exit
H Scones: have a good and safe week folks
Principalpoop: going to look for some honey pie
Dexter Fong: Westard Ho'!!
cease: ok, i'll see you here the regular time next thurs.
Principalpoop: sugar pie honey bun, you know that I love you
cease: hope all works out for bambi's mom
H Scones: i know which side my scones are buttered on
||||||||| "Hey cease!" ... cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:57 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: the bus already? I am not packed
H Scones: yes, please send bambi my greetings and best wishes
Dexter Fong: Well, I gotta park so I'm outta here too, see y'all next
Principalpoop: be strong bambi
Principalpoop: hail rita, best to all
||||||||| "Hey Dexter Fong!" ... Dexter Fong turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: toad away, toad away
Principalpoop: cheerio old pip
||||||||| Around 10:59 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset...
H Scones: nighty night all
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H Scones - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 11:22 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving jazger coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
jazger: Jazger scratches head. Was it drugs, or was their a routine called The Nightmare?
jazger: Jazger thinks....hmm. this would have been on an album listened to in the late 1970's. When clam cakes were still dry.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jazger - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Dexter Fong
H Scones
Hemlock Scones
Honey Nut Scones
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Rogues' Gallery:

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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"