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 December 23, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 23, 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?"
||||||||| cease tiptoes in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| FREDITOR tiptoes in around 9:09 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
cease: hi fred
FREDITOR: Merry Christmas all you Fireheads!
cease: just me, fred
||||||||| Elayne enters at 9:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: Evenin' all, and happy Christmas!
Elayne: Wow, hi Fred, how are you?
cease: and here comes the founder of the feast
cease: merry hannukah, el
Elayne: Robin's just finished our online holiday card: http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5085/5286465831_86b5f6eec5_b_d.jpg
Elayne: Speaking of "founder of the feast" (which expression immediately makes me think of A Christmas Carol)...
cease: my anitvirus software got very angry at me for trying to open that, el
cease: indeed, el. my favourite flick of all time
cease: i try to watch it every christmas
FREDITOR: EL: Santa like
FREDITOR: Cease: which version? Alstair Sim?
cease: of course el
Elayne: Cat, try this: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7666104@N05/5286465831/sizes/l/in/photostream/
Elayne: That's the page whereon it resides.
FREDITOR: Hey, did I scare everybody off already?
cease: and steed as a young man
Elayne: It's still kind of early, Fred. Plus, holiday week and all that.
cease: finally saw it. fine stuff. like a good strong holiday punch
||||||||| 9:19 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' PrinPoop!
Principalpoop: you scared the poop out of me freditor
cease: well, it's poop
Principalpoop: what up?
FREDITOR: Santa claus VS The Martian Space Party is my fav
Principalpoop: santa coming soon? been good?
FREDITOR: Poop: That's your principle function?
Principalpoop: i saw that for the first time in miami, became a christmas tradition for me down there
Elayne: We are sans mince pies and Christmas pudding here. I'm kinda bummed.
Principalpoop: how can you have your pudding when you haven't eat your meat?
Principalpoop: i need to look around for it to watch it up here in virgnia, that santa is scary
cease: fumiyo makes cookies
Principalpoop: my principle malfunction
FREDITOR: I can't remember if I've been naughty or nice.
Principalpoop: santa will not only give me coal, he will shuf it up my ahh chimney
FREDITOR: My mamaw used to make Snickerdoodles
Principalpoop: i recall the ambrosia and divinity, wow
||||||||| 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 llanwydd plummets into the garden at 9:23 PM.
llanwydd: howdy, folks
FREDITOR: We're going greeen, no tree this year. We had to eat it.
cease: hi llan
Principalpoop: hi llan
Principalpoop: we did not take the tree one year, until the end of january
llanwydd: going green? I associate that term with nausea
Principalpoop: not a needle left on it, before it got out the door
Principalpoop: oops take out
FREDITOR: Yeah, and the ornaments were hard to swallow...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn in through the front door at 9:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: there is M
llanwydd: Hi M
Merlyn: hidely ho
cease: hi merl
FREDITOR: The other Wizard
Elayne: Evenin' Brian!
Principalpoop: we did popcorn string a few times when I was young
cease: i could never stand the smell of popcorn
cease: orf maybe its the butter on it
FREDITOR: I have a string theory about popcorn...
Principalpoop: if it was old butter, that explains it
FREDITOR: cranberries don't pop as well
Merlyn: I think potatoes should be bred with hard skins so you can pop them like popcorn
Principalpoop: a variant of the big bang theory?
Elayne: Here's a fun video for y'all, Robin says this should be a SIlly Site so maybe I'll run it on Boxing Day: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:1944668
Merlyn: they can explode now, but it doesn't go well
cease: you mean cherry tomato potatoes?
FREDITOR: In DC they use redskin potatoes
llanwydd: sorry I can't watch the video. it would probably make my msntv shut down
llanwydd: videos do that to my system sometimes
llanwydd: not to wmv though
Elayne: Hey Llan! Sorry I didn't say hi before, Robin was playing the video and asking me to watch
Merlyn: don't wnv, be happy?
FREDITOR: Merl, cold in MPLS? 50 MPH wind gusts here
Merlyn: It wasn't too bad today
cease: food is calling. back soon.
Merlyn: 25 f
Principalpoop: bon ap cat
FREDITOR: Merl: a warm spell
Merlyn: but when we got a blizzard, the company we paid to plow our driveway bailed on us
FREDITOR: maybe they got plowed instead?
llanwydd: yeah, I got some snow out my way
FREDITOR: or parachuted with shovels?
Principalpoop: we had a few inches last week, maybe some more on christmas
llanwydd: nino has my in albany tonight but I'm about 100 miles north of there
FREDITOR: no snow to blow here
llanwydd: me, not my
Principalpoop: roanoke is unknown, for sure
FREDITOR: haven't been down 81 in ages
Principalpoop: going to va tech from dc, used to live on 81
llanwydd: 81? that goes down through PA, doesn't it?
Principalpoop: yes it does
FREDITOR: that too and about 2 miles from here
llanwydd: I lived in Carbondale, PA for about a year and a half
Principalpoop: 95s little brother
FREDITOR: when 81 first opened up, I stole my dad's toronado and rolled it up to 145
Principalpoop: sounds like a coal town
Principalpoop: 145? i just pooped my pants
llanwydd: it had 145 on the dashboard?
FREDITOR: I buried the speedometer, which was cylinder, at 145
llanwydd: I'd be afraid to drive anything that fast
Principalpoop: too much traffic nowadays
Elayne: BRB, have to get the cat out of the room...
Principalpoop: used to drive 81 for miles and not see anybody
FREDITOR: well, things went by quickly, no one else on the road
llanwydd: yeah, carbondale is a coal town. not far from scranton and wilkes-barre
Principalpoop: poor kitty kitty kitty
Principalpoop: i hike the a-trail south from scranton to west virginia
Principalpoop: hiked
FREDITOR: A-10s were built in town and they used to practice straffing runs on 81
FREDITOR: a-trail about 5 miles from here
llanwydd: straffing?
Principalpoop: no military bases near roanoke that I know of, but contrails overhead almost everyday
Elayne: Kitty is fine, PrinPoop, he's in the warm room with Robin. Our heat has gone off for the night so I may be joining them soon.
Elayne: Grid bless space heaters.
Principalpoop: ahh ok, poor E E E in the cold, the pc and monitor could keep you warm
Principalpoop: we had a10s on the carrier, i used to know how many
FREDITOR: Did you stop a High Rock in Pen Mar MD on the A-trail?
Principalpoop: yes, worn out climbing it, went to sleep, did not realize it was a gathering place for teenagers on a friday night
llanwydd: well, I have to cut out early tonight. but if anybody's around about midnight eastern, I'll log on.
Principalpoop: they were fascinated by me
llanwydd: good night for now
Principalpoop: ok llan, if not, merry christmas
FREDITOR: A girl friend of mine used to work on the gattling cannon and gave me a dummie shell, and that's about all I got!
cease: im back
FREDITOR: High Rock was a hang gliding site for years
Principalpoop: gattling is an onaemotopia word
Principalpoop: still was when I was there, never get me to do it
Principalpoop: re cat
cease: what are you gattling on about?
Principalpoop: the high rock place hehe
FREDITOR: Gattling sounds a little goosie to me
Principalpoop: goosey with an ie? bizarre
Principalpoop: some people are goosey, some are not
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ah,clem inside, makes a note of the time (9:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: ahhhhh, clem, merry christmas to you and yours
ah,clem: hi all, Happy Holidays
cease: sounds like a christmas bird
cease: good tidings to you, clem
ah,clem: we went out for a while, and just got back a bit ago
FREDITOR: I was high at High Rock many times. The MPs used to give us rides up there and smoke us up on recently arrived Vietnamese, stuffed in speakers. War trophies. MPs weren't searched!
Principalpoop: went out and came back, sounds like a plan
FREDITOR: who bit your back?
Principalpoop: i came back from europe on an airforce plane, no customs at all, never is, they told me, wish I knew before
cease: that you can remember, clem
Principalpoop: don't byte on that one ahh, clem, it is a hook
Elayne: Time to get warmer. Have a lovely Christmastime, everyone!
Merlyn: bye E
cease: you too el. best of luck to robin
||||||||| Elayne is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 9:52 PM.
Principalpoop: thanks same to you
FREDITOR: toodle loo
Merlyn: whoa, window exit
Principalpoop: happy trails to you, until we meet again
FREDITOR: with Batman?
Principalpoop: i saw that, rather blunt
||||||||| 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 dexter fong gets out at 9:53 PM.
Merlyn: we're on the first floor
Principalpoop: ahh the fongster
cease: wow, its dex
dexter fong: Eveening folks
cease: i thought he was in virginia
Principalpoop: it used to have 2 floors, that is another story
dexter fong: yES i'M IN vA
Merlyn: I've had enough of your de basement, PP
dexter fong: SORRY
cease: are you on the phone, dex?
Merlyn: he's typing upside down!
Principalpoop: rebel yelling for virginia
dexter fong: cAT, NO just a different keyboard
FREDITOR: Va is for lovers
cease: of the confederacy
dexter fong: Indeed it is Fred
Merlyn: why isn't the slogan "Virginia is for virgins"?
Principalpoop: faugh va
FREDITOR: I lost my virginity in VA, after a Vanilla Fudge concert
cease: who owuld live there?
Principalpoop: i agree cat, wtf am I doing here?
Principalpoop: dog wants a walk, brb
Merlyn: you just answered your own question PP
FREDITOR: a long walk with a short dog
dexter fong: I thought CNI would be on this week
dexter fong: Ordered my copy of DOMM this week
FREDITOR: DOMM: anyone gotten a copy yet?
Merlyn: ask clem about CNI
cease: i thought the latest news was jan
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
FREDITOR: Jan, just in time for Xmas!
cease: clem?
Merlyn: I think the DVDs are still wet
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
FREDITOR: Willie leaked on them?
cease: the tar pits still more tar than pit?
FREDITOR: Tar nation for dead dinos
dexter fong: Clem: Is there a problem with CNI?
cease: we don tknow if clem is here
dexter fong: Merlyn seems to know more than he's relling3.
dexter fong: telling
Merlyn: I really don't know. I don't think the DVDs are ready yet
cease: this is turning into the malevolent hill billly episode of the original twilight zone
FREDITOR: Clem kadiddle hoped out?
cease: who siad jan? was i bergman on his podcast? was it someone on facebook? but last i heard from somewhere was jan.
FREDITOR: hopped or copped
dexter fong: Hey y'all, have a happy holiday thingie and see you next week back at the same old stand
cease: you too old buddy
cease: keep loaded
FREDITOR: likewise
dexter fong: Night all
Merlyn: I've been hearing January too, cat
cease: have a splendid week
cease: only a hear since they told us about it in that bar, merl. that's miraculous
cease: only a year
FREDITOR: DOMM: it's about time, only 10 years late
cease: taylor has done great work pushing that along, and i havnt even seen it yet
Merlyn: Taylor did a ton of work, editing out copyrighted songs, identifying BG songs, etc
FREDITOR: Taylor's doing a wonderful job forcing it all out!
cease: he deserve the grammy for editing this year
Merlyn: also, the bits I've heard, he leaves in enough lead-in that's still legal fair use and fades it out, so you hear the start of a e.g. Beatles song
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Bunnyboy: Doooook!
Bunnyboy: Dook dook dook!
Merlyn: wow, Safari spell-tags "Beatles", I guess apple v. apple is still alive...
cease: best of seasonings to you, bun
FREDITOR: An intellectual carrot, the mind boggles!
FREDITOR: It took true grit to duke it all out
Bunnyboy: Hangin' off my mailbox until 2/15/11, and then...it's WAR!
Bunnyboy: og du, cat.
FREDITOR: Bunny Boy: You like BearManor Media?
cease: did you hear ossman say, on maybe yesterday's show, that these 3 wqere the only copies of the mushroom shows?
Bunnyboy: Does a Bear function in the woods?
cease: yes asutin said they would do a book with him
FREDITOR: Packer has or had the originals
Bunnyboy: LOVE Bear Manor titles, particularly the voice actor bios.
cease: he sounded excited
FREDITOR: BB: what about my 2 books?
cease: are you excited?
FREDITOR: Guess who hooked them up to BM
Bunnyboy: FRED: I gots the FST retro you did. Thass all.
Principalpoop: dook of oil
Principalpoop: back
FREDITOR: I tried to push BeaverTeeth to the bear, years ago.
Merlyn: bit off more than you could chew?
cease: lol
FREDITOR: BM also wanted to reprint The Big Joke and Play at one time
FREDITOR: Merl: Knaw
Principalpoop: gnaw?
FREDITOR: PP: thanks
Principalpoop: gnothing to it
cease: a published firesign gives them something to promote, and they become more productive
FREDITOR: When they work, BM sells more books
cease: i hope they promote duke of mad
Principalpoop: publish or perish, where have I heard that?
FREDITOR: PP: don't gknow
Merlyn: Maxfield Perish?
Principalpoop: gheghee
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dexter fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: I think the boys should relaunch the adventure game ideas, for XBox.
Principalpoop: wii?
FREDITOR: stop taking those dex Dex
Bunnyboy: Yes.
cease: they could release multiple projects. they wont be around forever
Bunnyboy: cat: And yet, in a way, they will.
FREDITOR: A lot of upfront money for those and they might be owned by Warners
Principalpoop: dexter would keel over without the dex
Bunnyboy: Hall of Presidents! I can see it now...
Bunnyboy sings "It's a Small World".
FREDITOR: BB: in butter
Principalpoop: afterall
Bunnyboy: BTW, anybody see The Sherman Brothers' doc, THE BOYS?
Principalpoop: alan and who?
cease: i think they'll avoid that, fred. i dont think they want their epitaph to be some famous jingle for a real company
Bunnyboy: PP: Nonono. Richard and Robert.
cease: rat in a box, instead of jack in a box.
Bunnyboy: Although the Alan Sherman CDs have been re-released...
Principalpoop: famous for tanks or their march through the south?
FREDITOR: Ceaase: I ment they were working for that Warner group when they developed those interactive games
Principalpoop: hello mudder, hello fadder
Bunnyboy: Songwriting brothers. MARY POPPINS, CHITTY CHITTY BANG BANG, etc.
cease: and columbia to begin with
Principalpoop: really? wow
Bunnyboy: Anyway, it's pretty cool.
FREDITOR: The Rape of the Ape
Principalpoop: it would be
Bunnyboy: It's on DVD, and has been playing on Starz! OnDemand.
Bunnyboy: Yes! THE RAPE OF THE A*P*E*.
Bunnyboy: One of his last works.
Principalpoop: i hate comcast keeping a record of what I demanded, creepy
Principalpoop: i am an old foggy, faughy? foogie,
Merlyn: maybe you should just ask, PP
Bunnyboy: PP: Not much creepier than anytime you order stuff from Amazon or Barnes and Noble.
Merlyn: OnAsk sounds nicer
Principalpoop: i don't do that either, real book stores with real cash
FREDITOR: just wait till Teacast
Bunnyboy: OnYouHuskies sounds butch.
Bunnyboy: Or ConCrass.
Merlyn: OnWisconsin
Principalpoop: i was interrupted by the dog and stuff, that is why re-order anal intruders every night
FREDITOR: Meryl: owned by Paul McCartney
Bunnyboy: I'm (surprisingly) pleasantly surprised by how thoroughly XFinity has cloned the Roku model, for online OnDemand streaming.
cease: merl isnt owned by paul mccartney. only rented
FREDITOR: PP; that's carrying that poop thing a little too far
Principalpoop: on vincent, on blanchard, on comic and blitzereig
Bunnyboy: The farther the better.
Bunnyboy: Close the curtains, Fred.
Merlyn: McCartney owns Wisconsin? He likes cheese, eh?
FREDITOR: Cease: at least Michael Jackson didn't get him
Principalpoop: i did not produce the film, i am just watching it
cease: merl has been too old for jackson for 40 years
FREDITOR: Merl: Better than John Cleese
Principalpoop: what color do you suppose michael is now?
Bunnyboy: AKA Cheese.
Merlyn: off-off-white
Principalpoop: that was in poor taste, way poor
cease: lol merl
Merlyn: so you approve, PP?
Principalpoop: yes sir
FREDITOR: BB: 20 points, you got it
Principalpoop: how long are things owned now, before public domain?
Bunnyboy: Whoops. Firefox crash.
Merlyn: Until Disney tires of owning Mickey Mouse
FREDITOR: PD - 100 years on the new stuff
Principalpoop: 60 years after death, or a company can own it forever?
cease: just like real foxes
Merlyn: nothing going PD for 19 more years or so
Principalpoop: 100 now? wow
Bunnyboy: PP: I think it's 70 years, plus 25...unless it's a Disney character or film.
Merlyn: stopped at 1923 I think
FREDITOR: Thank Sonny Bono for that
Principalpoop: i knew it went up
Merlyn: I thought it was life + 75 years
Bunnyboy: No, that's what Daffy's serving.
FREDITOR: Can't be retro for PD stuff
Principalpoop: disney bought the rights to winnie the pooh, that was a long time ago
Bunnyboy: He swung, and he'll swing.
Principalpoop: watch out for that tree! ahh gosh
cease: and how did they get the rights to the name oz? it wasnt a disney property
Merlyn: Daffy pled insanity based on his name
FREDITOR: PP: and the OZ myth according to the Berg Man
Principalpoop: oz too? oh my
Bunnyboy: Milne's family/estate are still interestholders in the Pooh properties.
Principalpoop: yes, leased it to disney, what a deal
FREDITOR: Cease: they didn't. Bergmyth
Merlyn: I thought the OZ stuff would be PD, at least the earlier parts
cease: it sounds odd
Bunnyboy: (sings) A dream is a witch your heart makes...
FREDITOR: Merl: I think they re-newed
cease: hey merl. on yesterday's podcast, ossman/bergman said they only had 3 mushroom shows.
Principalpoop: the brothers grim wrote most of those fairy tales, collect from villages where the stories were told
Principalpoop: and now disney owns them, what a world
cease: in what sense? from their original tapes?
Bunnyboy: Shakespeare never wrote an original plot in his life.
Principalpoop: i have heard more than 3 here
Principalpoop: yes bunnyboy
Bunnyboy: No, back in the Grimm Bros. days, they used tapeworms...
FREDITOR: Cease: Packer had/has the reels
Bunnyboy: ...but I couldn't get you to swallow that.
Merlyn: Disney can copyright their versions of the stories, but other people can use the same stories
cease: of the mushroom shows?
Principalpoop: curley asked for burnt toast for breakfast, and that was too good for his tapeworm
cease: i hope long copied into more long living formats
FREDITOR: MMush: I think all but Bridey are floating around
cease: true enough, merl
Principalpoop: if disney decides to crush you, how many can resist?
Bunnyboy: It's trademarking of characters that spins the wheel of Disney's Old Mill.
Merlyn: http://www.publicdomaintreasurehunter.com/2008/08/15/follow-the-yellow-brick-road-through-the-public-domain/
Principalpoop: like mcdonalds, going after all the restaurants in the world, named mcdonalds
Merlyn: Going after all the scots named McDonald is next
Principalpoop: a scottish restaurant won, it was established in 1610 or something hehe
Merlyn: "Gimmie yer baby"
Bunnyboy: Does that include Scott MacDonald? I went to college with him...
FREDITOR: And McGuffin?
Merlyn: that'll learn em
Bunnyboy: You may remember him as The Tosk, in STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE.
Principalpoop: tick tosk?
Principalpoop: when is the star trek spinoff?
Bunnyboy: He appeared (usually slathered in latex) in all but the original TREK series.
Principalpoop: next
FREDITOR: never had 9 to fill her space
Bunnyboy: PP: The second Abrams film.
Principalpoop: huh?
Principalpoop: a tv series like the stuff on syfy
cease: you know, i enjoyed the treks up thru ds9/voyager. but even the ones i really liked, i wouldnt really want to see again
Principalpoop: a new kirk or pickard, for a new generation
FREDITOR: I blanked out
cease: same with babylon 5, my favret sf show, but not more than a few times
Bunnyboy: No new TREK series abounding.
Principalpoop: serenity was good, he is on castle now
Principalpoop: i think that was the name
Merlyn: should the church of scotland sue star trek for using "Kirk"?
cease: lol
Principalpoop: the douglas family is working on it
cease: what's that under your kilt, klingon?
cease: your death, scottish stereotype
FREDITOR: buried in the Kirkyard
Merlyn: hey, Subway is now bigger than McD's
Merlyn: at least in 2003
Principalpoop: now that is news
cease: you mean customers have bigger stomaches?
Principalpoop: they have a subway here, has a drive-in and serves soup too, have not used it yet
Principalpoop: never seen that before
FREDITOR: Not as big as McFiresign
Merlyn: in number of franchise units, cat
Merlyn: in the US only, I think
FREDITOR: There's four of them and plenty of us
cease: oh, ok. i find that surprising. at least quiznos makes a good sandwich
Merlyn: Subway will now be suing all cities with subterranian trains
cease: lol
FREDITOR: Yeah but it's not the Cowboy way
cease: you are funnier than usual tonight, merl
Bunnyboy: Off I scoot. Merry Christmas, yez!
Principalpoop: i was thinking the same thing cat, most enjoyable
cease: by bun. happy xmas
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Principalpoop: dex had to fly back to ny to park the car
||||||||| Bunnyboy is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:51 PM.
cease: ok i want to go visit houseguest. see yall next week
cease: or some of you
cease: by
||||||||| cease is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:51 PM.
Principalpoop: the bus arrived and left fast
Principalpoop: merry christmas, see if I go through a window or not
||||||||| "10:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Merlyn: ok, time to go I guess
Merlyn: bye all
FREDITOR: I've probably bored enough you for another year - Seasoned Greetings
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs FREDITOR by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 11:02 PM: FreeSpace jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
FreeSpace: hello dear friends. are we here?
FreeSpace: just wanted to ring the christmas/holiday chimes and say happy holidays to all and a successful 2011. merry christmas - happy kwanzaa - happy hanukah.
FreeSpace: finally an inquiry to any firehead in the general vacinity - when is 'everything you know is wrong' going to be released on cd? perhaps it would be good as a dvd in 7.1. in any event, this is the best album they ever did and it should get the royal treatment...end shpiel...
FreeSpace: goodnight, santa claus, wherever you are...
||||||||| FreeSpace says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, FreeSpace exits at 11:10 PM.
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "11:11 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:28 PM and Woody 1 bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Woody 1: Hey yall.
Woody 1: Bye yall
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads FireScrooge into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 3:03 AM, then departs.

I want you to pick those plates and eat of those condiments,
then I want you to fill your bodies
and your mouths
and your minds
with the thoughts and realities of food.

Dear Friends,
Jesus said,
“Let’s us be as children.”

And what do children do?
They stuff themselves
from day to night.
They eat.
They fill themselves with the reality of existence,
my friend.

The one common bond that holds the world together.
The bond of food,
the need for food,
the void of emptiness.

We must fill it
and fill us
with the fullness of it.

There’s nothing to eat!

The word is “Food!”

And we ate him.
Eat! . . .

surrounded by a thin,
16-millimeter shell,
And inside,
it’s delicious!

That’s Arnie’s Whole Beef Halves
-- We Deliver.


That’s me!

Wouldn’t you like some of this Old Fliipino Creemy,
comin’ in shorts and quarts!


No cookies left . . .

glass of green maraschino cherries . . .

half a jar of mayonnaise . . .
That’s my mescalin . .
.Laughing Cow Cheese . . .Jeezus!
Boy is my mouth dry!

We must eat of our friends
the birds,
of our friends the cows,
of our friends the pigs.

Yes, it’s good to eat a friend,
my friend.
And when the duck comes down
with the magic word,

what is the word?

I’m so hungray . . .


And tubs of slaw.

Gimme two.

Sorry, only one Tub per family.

That’s Whole Beef Halves --
We Deliver.

Everywhere. Offer not good after curfew in Sectors R and N.

They never come up into the hills, those guys.

||||||||| "Hey FireScrooge!" ... FireScrooge turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 3:07 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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
Woody 1
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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capeken.jpg (7639 bytes)
kend^/Dr. Headphones

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

capedoc.jpg (6006 bytes)

newlili.jpg (6085 bytes)

freq.jpg (4441 bytes)

roto.jpg (6046 bytes)

babs_so.jpg (5555 bytes)
LeatherG & SO

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tonk1.jpg (6123 bytes)

ahclem+Bambi.jpg (9500 bytes)
Ah, Clem and Bambi

old-man.gif (55478 bytes)
Compañero Señor Yämamoto

ashhar.jpg (9068 bytes)
Dexter Fong

newelayne.jpg (15.1 kbytes)

Bubba's Brain.jpg (6600 bytes)
Bubba's Brain

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boney.jpg (20600 bytes)

llan.jpg (13200 bytes)

tweeny.jpg (12588 bytes)

3rdmate.jpg (23157 bytes)

peggy.jpg (5240 bytes)
Peggy Blisswhips

audrey.jpg (4873 bytes)
Audrey Farber

tdt.jpg (6077 bytes)
Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

capeklok.jpg (5469 bytes)
404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten

And, "The Home Team"