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 November 25, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 5:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| It's 5:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 the Fool on the Hill disembarks at 7:31 PM.
the Fool on the Hill: as opposed to relaxed demonic possession
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:00 PM, dragging Woody 1 by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Woody 1: Wouldn't miss Thanksgiving with my Fire Pals. Maybe one of the Firesigns will show up. Bee back at 8 CST.
||||||||| Woody 1 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Woody 1 exits at 8:04 PM.
||||||||| It's 8:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| the Fool on the Hill - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "8:39 PM? 8:39 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody 1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody 1 enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Woody 1 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood leads Thankstweening Day into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:50 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Woody 1 sneaks in around 8:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Woody 1: Thanks to Thanksweening Day. Are you there?
Thankstweening Day: Hey Woody
Woody 1: Did Firesign revere The Beatles or what? "Why don't we do it in the road here at Ralph's Spoilsport's Motors. He, T. Just saw your message.
Woody 1: We're the 1st one in. Yahoo.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 25, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Thankstweening Day: and happy gobble gobble to you and yours
Woody 1: Watching The Simpsons Movie. Never seen. OK.
Woody 1: U2 TD.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'llanwydd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
llanwydd: Happy Thanksgiving
Thankstweening Day: It has a few good moments
Thankstweening Day: Hey LL
llanwydd: to answer your question, woody, there are a ton of beatles references in fst
Woody 1: Hey LL Proud to say I didn't over eat. Yeah. I know.
llanwydd: mostly in "2 Places". they did revere them. especially bergman from what I understand
llanwydd: I remember phil austin joined us one thanksgiving
llanwydd: beer cheese? sounds like welsh rarebit
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:07 PM and c steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
c: hapy giving of thanks
llanwydd: hi c
c: snowiest nov 25th ever here
llanwydd: I heard your area was getting socked
c: becoming?
||||||||| ah,clem tiptoes in around 9:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
c: hi, ah
llanwydd: hi clem
llanwydd: 32 degrees and clear out my way
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre"'
ah,clem: hi all, happy T-Day
c: good work, clem
ah,clem ;)
Thankstweening Day: Hey Clem
Woody 1: almost right you are, less cooking time on the rarebit.
c: thats a grilled cheese sandwich, askkng "what's all this animal imagery. does it have any meaning?"
llanwydd: animal imagery?
c: rarebit
llanwydd: I've made welsh rarebit several times. I don't know if I ever made it right.
llanwydd: you're supposed to use beer but if you use too much it tastes awful
Woody 1: we've got the weirdest weather. RAIN then cooling temps.
c: weirdness compard to what?
Woody 1: yes. too much beer will destroy the rare bit.
llanwydd: the weirdest weather I ever experience was in san antonio in january of 82
Woody 1: You'd have to be here to understand the waether.
Thankstweening Day: Was it a 'norwester', LL?
llanwydd: I've never seen the temperature change so much in such a short time
: i've only had prefab welsh rarebit. i didn't enjoy it.
c: that could be said of everywhere, wood
llanwydd: it went from 80 to about 20 in an hour one morning
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "the Fool on the Hill should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as the Fool on the Hill enters and sits on the divan.
Thankstweening Day: The temperature can change 30 degrees in an hour when one of those comes out of the Panhandle
Thankstweening Day: That's even weirder than I've heard, LL
llanwydd: how and why it should do that I can't imagine
c: hi hill
the Fool on the Hill: hmm. it bounced me back to the login page, because i wasn't really here anymore; but it posted my message anyway
c: low mountain
Thankstweening Day: Midwest air reacting with the Gulf, I guess
Woody 1: Likewise. The 77 blizzard started with 70% and ended wtith 28. Gave us about 16"
llanwydd: got mail. brg
llanwydd: I mean brb
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd2, just back from Billville."
llanwydd2: here we go again
c: hello again
c: they go, they go go
llanwydd2: well, I left for a moment and then I couldn't get back in with my regular name so I had to add a 2 to it
llanwydd2: that happened last week as well
c: what kind of mint are you?
llanwydd2: you would think catherwood would recognize me by now and he'd let me in
||||||||| Catherwood lets llanwydd2 in.
Woody 1: difficult question; which Firesign is the strangest. I vote "In The Next World """""
llanwydd2: thanks, cathy
llanwydd2: well, strange is very subjective
Woody 1: and NOT INSANE
llanwydd2: I think the title track from "Electrician" is the most surrealist
Woody 1: very subjective when you're talking F.T.
||||||||| It's 9:40 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...
Woody 1: Lawyer's Hospital is definitely the most comically brutal of their releases.
llanwydd2: comically brutal?
c: i dont think strangeness can be quantified, when talking of the fst
Woody 1: Think about "Lawyers"
c: i think "mean to bambi" was demanged
Woody 1: Lyndon Johnson putting some of his secret BBQ sauce on his pecker for Lay Bird? How EXPLICIT is that?:
c: where is bambi tonight, clem? busy?
c: this is holiday time in your land
c: they are children of lenny bruce and r. crumb, wood
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bambi into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:47 PM, then departs.
Bambi: Happy Thanksgiving Dear Friends!
c: happy bambi.
Woody 1: Dittto, Bambi.
Bambi smiles
Bambi: hope all are doing well this evening
Bambi: we had traditional turkey and homemade gravy, and all the trimmings ... stuffed lol
llanwydd2: Hi Bambi
Woody 1: Darling wife is sleeping from 3rd shift. I hate it.,
c: must have been great
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a toasted almond.
Bambi: yeah, being on different shifts can be a real pain
Bambi: we love to cook so it was fun; we work together for holiday meals
c: havingf love and cook in same sentence always a good idea
ah,clem: yes
Woody 1: we did ok today since she's off today & tomorrow, but she lost sleep this mornng.
c: ok better than not ok'
ah,clem: "hope to live in that free republic, for which it stands"
ah,clem: great line
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c: always great lines
Woody 1: OK. I'm desparate, What happens when you make a ghost mad?: You end up on its sheet list.
c: osman is a poet disguised as a comedian
c: lol wood
Woody 1: Thanks. Going to join my wife.
Thankstweening Day: for your dining pleasure, a new TX Roadkill Show is available at: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
ah,clem: is she coming apart?
c: join away
c: still streaming, tween?
llanwydd2: and now if I may,
Woody 1: nighty night
llanwydd2: dfghjnbvcrtyuhgffghytrvbnm
c: is that welsh?
c: by wood
llanwydd2: Nite Woody
||||||||| 10:10 PM -- Woody 1 left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
llanwydd2: so long, woody. you nazi.
llanwydd2: so few have joined us this evening
c: i hope the chatters not here are having a happy thnksg
llanwydd2: compared to most thursdays
llanwydd2: well, stones is probably not having any thanksgiving at all
llanwydd2: and wake is probably having some pagan ritual. I shudder to think
ah,clem: missgiving?
llanwydd2: LOL, Clem
c: my eye site deteriorates before my eyes
llanwydd2: are you sure it is not THIS site that is deteriorating before your eyes
llanwydd2: I'm not saying it is but who would know
c: even with new glasses, have toi adjust where i sit to see this screen
ah,clem: know how that is
c: how are y'all on your beloved november holidy?
llanwydd2: well, thanks for asking. no pun intended
ah,clem: stuffed
llanwydd2: I had a great day. probably overate though
llanwydd2: I helped out with a public dinner in my hometown. had quite a turnout
c: good for you, llan
ah,clem: love mutt & smutt, always hear something new
c: teh lads love em too
llanwydd2: "this says subversive, not faulty!"
c: funny product names goes back to their beginning
ah,clem: same thing, we can't sell 'em
c: earlier it was mutt n chop
llanwydd2: they remind me of mutt & jeff
c: thats the origino of the names
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 10:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
llanwydd2: Hey Princip!
Principalpoop: gobble gobble
c: hi poop
c: happy turkey
Principalpoop: a public dinner, are you in a village llan?
Principalpoop: thanks c
llanwydd2: well, I live on the outskirts of a village
Principalpoop: Gad Zooks
Principalpoop: i don't care about your village, i thought of gad zooks earlier in the week and wanted to say it in chat
llanwydd2: and what does gad zooks have to do with a village
Principalpoop: almost as fun to say as plebney
Principalpoop: i told you nothing to do with it
Principalpoop: a funny word, I worked into the chat
llanwydd2: oh, yeah? want to talk about fun? nfbgvcjhhtgyufsdfghjytrvbnhgooytr
Principalpoop: faugh
llanwydd2: paugh
Principalpoop: do you play gaugh?
ah,clem: plugh
llanwydd2: lol
Principalpoop: blugh
Principalpoop: flugh
Principalpoop: i have not flughed since high school
llanwydd2: thanks for sharing
Principalpoop: the blond nude cartoon girl in playboy said gad zooks alot I think
Principalpoop: a new generation can have fun with it now
Principalpoop: so you flugh everyday llan?
Principalpoop: Gad Zooks!
llanwydd2: been hitting the absinthe, prinic?
Principalpoop: Great Cesear's Ghost
Principalpoop: absinthe makes the heart grow fonder
c: does it have a salad?
llanwydd2: LOL
c: 3d romaine
Principalpoop: he is dressing
Principalpoop: all men dress but rarely wear dresses
c: klits count?
llanwydd2: LOL
Principalpoop: Don't skirt the issue, I will give you a dressing down
Principalpoop: or a dressing gown
Principalpoop: this is distressing, i must be under duress, arrestingly
llanwydd2: or you might be under this dress
Principalpoop: oops fong is not here, I am waisting some good ones
c: my eyes are getting worse
Principalpoop: watch your hands sailor, I will give you 20 minutes to stop that
Principalpoop: what is the matter with them?
Principalpoop: check the cheese log and see? brb
Principalpoop: ahh, you are going blind, stop masturbating
llanwydd2: why waist your lines on fong? aren't we good enough to waist?
c: i see clem is stll here
Principalpoop: Fong loves the old twist and turn and shout, hehe
ah,clem: yes
Principalpoop: i cannot wear the headphones, have to listen for my brother, yelling for me, sad face poop
||||||||| 10:49 PM: Dexter Gobblegobble Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: speak of the devil
llanwydd2: all you had to do was mention him
c: teh fongster
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Don't speak of the devil
llanwydd2: Hey Dex
Principalpoop: read the log fong, i was a word nerd perve
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Hiyah Clem, c, llan, poop
Principalpoop: gobble gobble fonginsky
Thankstweening Day: ...
llanwydd2: Dex, you missed all of Princ's best lines because he squandered them on the rest of us without your permission
Principalpoop: wb tween
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Poop: I don't have to read the log to know that poop
c: they go, they come
Principalpoop: Gad Zooks and faugh, you should have been here
c: i am closer to blindness than necressary
llanwydd2: all those lines waisted on us lowly common folk
Principalpoop: time for new glasses cat
Principalpoop: that happens
c: how is your extended family, dex?
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: Now that I'm retired, I'm going to have have cataract operations on both my eyes
c: they are new , poop
Principalpoop: use the old ones then hehe
Bambi: thanks Clem! Happy Thanksgiving everyone!! See ya next time!
Principalpoop: that operation is thousands of years old fong, no worries
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: My extended family is *way* out there
Principalpoop: thanks so much bambi and ahhh, oh clem
llanwydd2: Happy Thanksgiving, Bambi
Principalpoop: enjoy your turkey dinner stuffness nirvana
c: i posted to fadcebbook after someone posted this
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Night and Happy thankgiving Bambi, and hello also
c: that this waa from oriiginal magi cmsuhrom piece. do you know rhis>
Principalpoop: time for a turkey sandwich before bed yum
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong raises his hand
Principalpoop: yes you can go to the bathroom fong
Principalpoop: but this time, walk to the bathroom first
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Poop: Could you go for me?
Principalpoop: put on a dress and lose a few pounds, i would go the world for you
c: i hopr sll is well with your famoy,bsmbi
Principalpoop: or a kilt
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Night Clem and thanks for the parking hymn
Principalpoop: toad away
Principalpoop: afk
ah,clem: nytol
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 10:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd2: Happy t
c: my eyes fail me
llanwydd2: I hate when that happens
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Hah! I parjk]]ked monday night good for the whole week
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: parked
llanwydd2: try to capitalize and I hit Enter instead
c: sorry, lads
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: I don't even have to hit the Capitolize key
llanwydd2: well, I bought my keyboard in florida. I just hit "key west"
c: i can barely see
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd2: are you serious, Cat?
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Me 2 llan, I just hit my Jimmy Buffer key
c: well, i can se better than dafe, whereer he is
llanwydd2: sorry to hear that, Cat? is it macular degeneration or anything similar?
c: yeh, mysight is going down
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: Do you know just why you'e having vision problems?
c: i'm still ok
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: For instance: Pigmentosa Retinosa, or macular degeneration?
c: not driving is a good idea for me
llanwydd2: I'm pretty nearsighted myself. I wear contact lenses especially for astigmatism
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Since I'm having cataract operations, I'm asking for X-ray specs
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: And fake dogie poop
c: my eye sight declines
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: Understood, but in what fashion
c: i try and focus byu changomg dostance but ow not working
llanwydd2: well, I have to be going. Happy Thanksgiving to one and all.
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Have you seen an opthamologist?
llanwydd2: and to everyone else too.
c: i cant focus mu h
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Night llan, And happy stuffing to you too
c: yes, nnew glasses dex. must revisit
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat; HAVE YOU SEEN AN OPTHOMALOGIST?
c: by llan
c: yes dex
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: And what did that opthamologist say?
c: blindness is not my idea of my future
c: wow
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Wow is not a helpful diagnosis
c: that my new glasses wuld make me see just fine
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: it's scary, but not helpful
c: i realy hope i live as lnog as youve lived now, but it it hard to imagine
c: we do what we can'
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: Tomorrow - the 26th of November - is my mother's 101st birthday
c: maybe you"ll outive her
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: For her birthday, my brother and i gave her some oversize pillows, and a rubber crutch
c: just remembering walking through musems with you made me younger
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat: Don't remember if I told you you, ate at JoJo's (Jean paul's first manhattan restaurant
Principalpoop: back 101 wow
c: yes yout told me
c: \
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: 212 holy shit
Principalpoop: lean your head a little cat, maybe they trifocals, you are looking in the wrong focal
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| llanwydd2 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Demonic cold possesions
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: brb whiz break
Principalpoop: too much time in front of the screen, go to the beach or plains and look at the horizon
c: hows it going poop?
Principalpoop: my brother now had dementia, you know how that is, from your parents
Principalpoop: so there we are
Principalpoop: has
c: yes poop i do
c: my mohter haw exceletn care here, i hoipe yours too
Principalpoop: he still has good days, I will care for him as long as I can
Principalpoop: he is only 56
c: i was 56 3 years ago.
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: back
Principalpoop: wb fong
c: we do what we can, eh?
c: fong is our guyide to old age
Principalpoop: that is it
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: FOLLOW ME
Principalpoop: the blind leading the blind, oops sorry cat
c: i really want to live as long as fong
Principalpoop: see the doctor again, that is not good
c: i mean REALLY
Principalpoop: quality is better than quantity, imho
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Yah gotta stay true to your school
Principalpoop: i never let school interfere with my education, until grad school hehe
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Oh! Oh! Grad school....pardon me mater, I have to pout tea today
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: pour
Principalpoop: gad zooks, firesign folks are not anti-intellectuals, just anti-buttholes
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Anti butthole surfers
Principalpoop: gad zooks, what a fun phrase
Principalpoop: good music
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: God lloks
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: looks
Principalpoop: an enlisted navy male nurse married an officer navy doctor, it was a scandal
Principalpoop: i knew him, he introduced me to the butthole surfers hehe
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: but he outranked her and ordered an atomic bomb be dropped
Principalpoop: She had the Jack, or was it the queen?
Principalpoop: all ac/dc to me
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: MRI data was inconclusive and widely scattered
Principalpoop: too much lead in the dental fillings causes that
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: But she had the queen and a butthole kicker
c: i drift off
Principalpoop: i wish I could drift more, enjoy
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Cat drift well and true
Principalpoop: i loved the drifters
Principalpoop: under the boardwalk, boardwalk
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: I loved the saddle bums
Principalpoop: do we still have hobos?
c: my life is bvetter cuz i can tlk to yuo
Principalpoop: are just scum?
Principalpoop: same here c, give me a kiss, snuggle snuggle hehe
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: argent Scum = Lead poisinging
||||||||| c leaves at 11:35 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..."
Principalpoop: oops, he did drift away
Thankstweening Day: Thanks clem, and everybody have a great week...
||||||||| Thankstweening Day rushes off, saying "11:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Night ca
Principalpoop: you too tween, oops
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Night tween
Principalpoop: the bus went, I cannot find my ticket
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Looking for a ride sailo?
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: sailor?
Principalpoop: my grandmother lived to 97, lived alone, sharp and took care of herself until 96.5
Principalpoop: nursing home and just deteriorated
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Poop: It seems like there is just a time when the end becomes *the end*
Principalpoop: she giggled alot, always surprised she was still here, joy of life
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Yeah: My 101 year old mother is in good spiritw
Principalpoop: both my parents did not make it to 60, both drank and smoked a lot
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Poop: At least they enjoyed the (brief) yeas
Principalpoop: they would not have it any other way
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: I'm 74 and smoke and drink
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: or drink and smoke
Principalpoop: if you make it past 60, your body is ok with the smoke and drinking, don't stop lol
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: R$ight poop, the shock of stopping coule b3 fatql
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: and inimical to your your typing
Principalpoop: don't smoke or drink or have too much sex and you can live a long time, but how will you celebrate? hehe
Principalpoop: wallace beery, that is how I pictured your voice
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: I smoked and drank and ....what was that other thing....?
Principalpoop: you need a voice stand in lol
Principalpoop: it has been years, i forget who wears the handcuffs
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Poop: I have many voices....
Principalpoop: speaking voice, not the ones in your head
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: The voices in my head are all mine......I think
Principalpoop: there is an echo of me in there, cat too, llan, omg lol
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Don't forget Elayne.....omg
Principalpoop: nick tells me to tell you not to forget he is in there too
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: Hah! Danger is in the "Nick" no worries mae
Principalpoop: heck, i gotta jump ship, happy t day, see next week
Principalpoop: ciao bebe :D
||||||||| At 11:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: It's kisy ,me
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: just
Dexter Gobblegobble Fong: and night all
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Gobblegobble Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TurkeySIgnTheatre close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 2:41 AM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.

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. . . love you!
You obt. Svt, “Fuddles.
” That ought to do it. [Reading back]
Dear Nabby . . . [Corrects letter]
. . . Thanks for the pomegranates,
Spunky loves them,
and will be sitting up soon,
I hope. As for the excellent porcelian astrolab . . . “a”?
There’s an “e” in there
--- “astrolabe” . . .
which miraclously arrived in percise working condition
after its perilous journey
‘round the Tit -- oh, Tip -- oh dear,
that’s a “p” --
“Tip . . .
I set it up directly,
and having once aligned it upon the Celestial Doggie,
the sight so roused me,
that I was seized by a transport of scientifc rapture!
And, whilst a happy prisoner of this unhappy state,

I fell upon my glorious machine,
and knocked it,
perforce, up
-- down
-- the kitchen stairs,
carrying faithful Bunky
-- Spunky
-- with it.
You can imagine my confusion.
But, quid malmborg in plano,
consternation turned to lucidation.
(Period there.)
Could this be the solution to our problems,
both personal and scientifick?
a devilishly natural principal of science had revealed itself
-- exclaimation point
-- and, through my quivering quill,
I present it to you thus
-- quote -- “If you push something hard enough,
it will fall over
.” End quote.

So little did this console poor Spunky,
that I was compelled
to lie on her for at least a fortnight ..


Yet now, as inevitable as dawn,
the Sun, arching on its axis, rises to meet the East
-- chariot-racing across the high noon desert sky,
only to plummit, like bald Icarus,
into the sensual, fermenting seas of the South Pacific.
And even now,
yet, as scary night decends upon us,
we could appreciate the Wonders of Nature
as stimulating as Man’s Own Triumphs!

Let us pause . . .

Incredible illusion!

That was our final groundstop.

Ladies and gentlemen, childrem, Bozos,
we are now in a lift mode.


Uh -- say, I’m a Bozo!
I thought you had kind of a big nose.
You recognized it, huh?

You like to give it a squeeze?
Oh, no . . .
Go on, squeeze the wheeze!
Many people like to.

It doesn’t hurt me.
No . . .

You know, I think we’re all Bozos on this bus!

My mother was a Bozo-ette at school.

No kidding!
You know, my Ma always said, “You gotta start young if you’re gonna stick it out!”

Well, my mother didn’t talk to me much . . .

Poor kid!

||||||||| "Hey TurkeySIgnTheatre!" ... TurkeySIgnTheatre turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 2:47 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 3:11 AM and 3-finger_Mickey steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
3-finger_Mickey: was bizzee with eatin' & then sleepin' it off.
3-finger_Mickey: supposedly, there's a fool here. that makes sense.
3-finger_Mickey: anyways... i'll try to be more prompt, next week. night all.
||||||||| At 3:14 AM, 3-finger_Mickey runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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 Gobblegobble Fong
Thankstweening Day
the Fool on the Hill
Woody 1
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Rogues' Gallery:

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Dave & Katie

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"