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 February 24, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers NackDingar into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:48 PM, then departs.
NackDingar: He walks in! He’s ready for mystery . . . he’s ready for excitment . . .he’s ready for anything . . .he’s . . .
NackDingar: Nick Danger, Third Eye!
NackDingar: You’ve got the wrong man. I spell my name Danger!
NackDingar: The makers of Fantastic Cigarettes, “Long in the leaf and Short in the can,” bring you another true story from the tattered casebook of Nick Danger, Third Eye. Let’s join him now in the adventure we call, “Cut ‘Em Off At The Past!”
||||||||| Catherwood says "6:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs NackDingar by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| "7:46 PM? 7:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody 1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody 1 enters and sits on the couch.
Woody 1: Always an hour early and a dollar too much. Damn.
Woody 1: Try and chat later, folks. If not, I like yall alot. Will try and watch a movie before wife starts her new job tomorrow. Got a feeling I'll be glued to her hip.
||||||||| At 7:52 PM, Woody 1 vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 8:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'no "few minutes" tonight, see you next week'
||||||||| "8:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims ah,clem, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 24, 2011 - 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?"
||||||||| 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 cease plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Merlyn: hey cat
cease: hey merl. you aren't me.
Merlyn: no minutes tonight
||||||||| Catherwood leads TweenO'Madness inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: If I were you, I could be in two places
cease: did all the chatters move to libya?
cease: hi tween
cease: its the coldest here in 66 years
Merlyn: libya the tattooed lady?
TweenO'Madness: Hello, dear friends
TweenO'Madness: Yeah, I sawsomething rather arctic looking coming across the NW
cease: good one merl
||||||||| 9:06 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "llanwydd should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as llanwydd enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
llanwydd: how's everybody?
TweenO'Madness: if only hundreds of people dying was funny
cease: people i know who dont normally swear are cursing the weather
cease: hey dex and llan
Dexter Fong: Hello Fellow Friends
cease: are we fellows or friends?
Dexter Fong: Fellow or fallow, you get what you sew
cease: tween a lot of people in libya who are now dieing would probably be very funny if alive
Dexter Fong: Yep...them AYrabs is funny
cease: odd to see rolling stone on nbc news
cease: about psy ops
cease: this is interesting stuff
TweenO'Madness: how would they be funny, cease?
Dexter Fong: psy clops, the big eye in the sky..wait, that's CBS
||||||||| Mudhead sneaks in around 9:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
cease: google this
TweenO'Madness: do not adjust your sanitary pedistal
cease: hi muddy
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cease: i hope you are mudless
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: He's gone
Dexter Fong: He's back
llanwydd: hello again
Dexter Fong: He's gone and back like anything
cease: that was quick. liike carnation instant drinks
Mudhead: hai akk
Mudhead: all*
llanwydd: these pop-up videos are reaking havoc
cease: mud are you mud or not
llanwydd: or is it reeking?
cease: evolution must know
TweenO'Madness: They come, they go, they come....
cease: coming is always a good idea
Dexter Fong: Maybe wreaking
llanwydd: riqqing
cease: rhee ki'
cease: yes lu see
llanwydd: reiki
Dexter Fong: Lieu Cee?
llanwydd: so how's phil phil dave and pete?
cease: kum ming ma zher
cease: how would we know, llan?
TweenO'Madness: lol LL
llanwydd: you know everything, Cat
TweenO'Madness: Proc's newsletter is always fun
Merlyn: all OK as far as I know
Dexter Fong: He knew you were gonna say that too LLan
TweenO'Madness: At least he keeps us informed as to the latest doings
cease: there is not such thing as everything, llan
TweenO'Madness: Very busy fellow
cease: i
llanwydd: that's very profound, Cat. it never occurred to me
TweenO'Madness: Proc is apparently still very much invloved with live stage productions
llanwydd: well, if the universe is a closed system there is an everything
cease: i'm still interacting with shit bergman said in 67-68
Dexter Fong: which universe?
Dexter Fong: and what dimension
cease: but thats what good ideas are for. to think about and get something out of
TweenO'Madness: and is still doing Don Quitoxe reading with the guitar quartet
TweenO'Madness: *Quixote
cease: tween do you read h is planet proctor? its much publicity foir his plays
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: hi poop
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
TweenO'Madness: Every time he send it, cease
Principalpoop: which universe??
||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM downtown bus from Portland pulls away, leaving no_anchovies coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
TweenO'Madness: Always great quotes that I end up putting in my email signature database
Dexter Fong: what dimension I might add
Dexter Fong: Hey no
llanwydd: welcome, Princip
TweenO'Madness: Something's fishy here...
Principalpoop: salutations all
TweenO'Madness: Hey P
no_anchovies can't get it for you wholesale
cease: my week in vegas took me to as diffferent and as lpeasureable universe as the firesign did
Principalpoop: probably a pieces, working for skale
TweenO'Madness: Is that a whole in won?
cease: hi no
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
TweenO'Madness: Vegas? Sounds expensive
Bunnyboy: Lo dere
TweenO'Madness: Hey Bun
Principalpoop: a cave is just a hole on its side
cease: hi bun
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
no_anchovies: Nino still has me in Portland... that's over 1,000 miles away. not exactly accurate i tell ya.
Bunnyboy: Back on the bus.
TweenO'Madness: To the bat hole, Robin!
cease: cheapest possilbe hotel and free airpare tween.
cease: are you ken kesey, bun?
Merlyn: you must be confused, anchovies
Principalpoop: back in the shadows again
TweenO'Madness: how did you do at the tables, cease?
Principalpoop: yes I am not confused thanks
Bunnyboy: I'm an early shifter in March. I'll get to chat in comfort then.
cease: firesign pal metsger;'s dangerous minds has interveiw with kesey bio guy up
cease: firesign too influenced by kesey
cease: an early shitter?
Principalpoop: she slits sheets, she's a sheet slitter
Bunnyboy: cat: Nope. You have 19 questions left.
cease: i dont gamble, tween
Principalpoop: animal vegetable or mineral?
no_anchovies: yeah, i forgot, you CAN be in two places at once, if you don't particularly care where you is.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Maybe he meant the dining tables, Cat
Bunnyboy: Yeah, call me Pere Ubu.
cease: i went to vegas as part of a quest, thankfuly the last part.
Principalpoop: ok Pere Ubu
TweenO'Madness: and you went to vegas because of the roller maidens
Principalpoop: was there a question about your quest?
cease: i had thought of the project as a radio plau. then a non fiction book. now i'm tniknnig graphic novel i dont konw yet but it was profound
TweenO'Madness: ah, I know, Anne Murray was in town
Bunnyboy: Homeward bound.
Principalpoop: Wayne Newton won't be around forever, it just seems like it
Dexter Fong: Boing Boing Boing
no_anchovies: the air-speed velocity of an unnamed swallow?
cease: i think any universe that has anne murray in it is probably the wrong universe. celine dion too
Principalpoop: fong turned into a grandfathers clock
Dexter Fong: No, just me bounding homeward
TweenO'Madness: pray tell the quest
Bunnyboy: Everyone got their DOMM copies?
cease: he'd rather be a grandfather cock
Principalpoop: you are high and spelled bong wrong
Dexter Fong raises his hand
TweenO'Madness: did it involve a leisure suit?
Dexter Fong: Yep, took years to settle
||||||||| Elayne waltzes in at 9:28 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Elayne: Is this somebody's door knocker?
Principalpoop: i dated poly and esther
Dexter Fong: Hiee Eee
TweenO'Madness: Hey E
Elayne: Shouldn't leave things lying about like that.
Principalpoop: HI E, nice knocker
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: yay! it's el!
Elayne: "Vy, sank you, doctor!" Or is that too obscure a reference, PrinPoop?
Bunnyboy: Any possibility them DOMM files will end up archived at FST. com?
Principalpoop: roll roll roll in the hay
Dexter Fong: Vysank?
Bunnyboy: And/or iTunes?
llanwydd: asdfghjk
Dexter Fong: get up with
Elayne: Faux German accent, Dex.
llanwydd: I was planning to watch the shuttle launch today but I missed it
Dexter Fong: Friend or Faux?
Elayne: Ah good, PrinPoop, I like to think the folks on here are well-versed in comedy other than Firesign.
llanwydd: I saw one at night when I was down here a few years ago
Merlyn: maybe when they're all dead, BB
||||||||| At 9:31 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Mudhead!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
llanwydd: the night launches are more spectacular
Principalpoop: well excuuuuse me
Principalpoop: hi muddy
Elayne: Howdy Mudhead!
llanwydd: Hey Muddy
Bunnyboy: Yes, we know everything but Firesign.
TweenO'Madness: Firesign is comedy?? Noibody told me...
Elayne: I think it's criminal that this is the last space shuttle. We look like cheapos to the rest of the world.
TweenO'Madness: I think there are two more missions, E
TweenO'Madness: Last for this one
Principalpoop: retiring it before we have next vehicle ready, is that wise?
no_anchovies: get used to it. (cheapos)
llanwydd: now china gets their turn
Bunnyboy: "From my cold, dead hands!"
Principalpoop: no collective bargaining, unless all the workers go on strike, so fu the law, let them pass it
Elayne: Ah, thanks for the correction, Tween. We still look like cheapos.
Bunnyboy: I'm midway through Ep 11 of Hour Hour.
TweenO'Madness: I love how the movies in the 30's like MAarx & WC have seals of approval
TweenO'Madness: Not
Principalpoop: almost time for lunch bunny
Dexter Fong: afkfr
TweenO'Madness: I'm not against collective bargaining. I'm against Jimmy Hoffa
Bunnyboy: Tween: Check out some pre-code titles.
TweenO'Madness: Such as?
Principalpoop: like corporations never have bad apples at the top either, let us get rid of corporations...
llanwydd: I wonder how the marx bros felt about the seal of approval
TweenO'Madness: Jili?
Principalpoop: nonsense, organize into states and countries and corporations but not unions, phooey
TweenO'Madness: How could it get any worse than the trash they're turning out these days?
cease: I think they thought of any seal as a subject of humour
Elayne: Speaking of seals of approval, looks as though the circus is back in town. Yum, the smell of elephant pee in Madison Square Garden. Can spring be far behind?
TweenO'Madness: lol E
Principalpoop: elephant dung is good for roses, I think they sell it now, they used to give it away
Bunnyboy: Warners and Universal have several collections.
Elayne: There used to be a somewhat regular comic convention in part of MSG, that my friend Heidi always termed "Elephant Pee Con" because it was held around the same time as the circus and you really could smell it permeating everything.
Elayne: I think Ringling still gives it away, PrinPoop.
TweenO'Madness: Hughes' "The Outlaw" had real problems (Jane Russell in all her chestness), but I don't think seals of approval are a good idea
Principalpoop: cool
Bunnyboy: Warners' FORBIDDEN HOLLYWOOD series is cool.
TweenO'Madness: Ratings, sure
llanwydd: I went to a ringling bros b&b circus at msg when I was real little
llanwydd: I remember it pretty well
Bunnyboy: Jumping off the bus. BBL.
||||||||| Bunnyboy is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:39 PM.
TweenO'Madness: Well, as has been said, The Circus Is In Town
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: BBBunny
cease: if it were in the country, no one would see it
Principalpoop: we used to watch the train bringing it to dc
Principalpoop: then they closed that track, rats
no_anchovies: the Beatty/Cole Circus was cool too. not as polished... i like that.
TweenO'Madness: Pretty sue I saw RB/B&B in DC many, many moons ago
TweenO'Madness: *sure
Principalpoop: it was there in april, went every year for years
Dexter Fong: *Thanks
no_anchovies: the old-style "Tent" circuses are really rare.
Dexter Fong: They all wear slankets now
TweenO'Madness: You're familiar with the Clint Eastwood "Bronco Billy"?
cease: lots of things are rare
no_anchovies: they have one out here, but i forget ... no wait. Vargas... Circus Vargas.
Dexter Fong: Las Vargas?
no_anchovies: been a few years since i went tho'.
Principalpoop: what happened to the vargas girls?
TweenO'Madness: It's about a 'big tent' wild west show, and considering it was done in the early 80's I'd have to say that it is a refreshing change from Dirty Harry
Dexter Fong: They went to war with Lucky strikegreen
no_anchovies: they tour the west coast, but i think Cirque du Soleil has the Vegas market cornered.
TweenO'Madness: Although it does have a 'dirty harry' moment
cease: they seem to be everywhere in vegas
Principalpoop: oops, I was thinking of billy jack
no_anchovies: ever since Kitty ate Roy, or was it Siegfried?
cease: no wonder the cirque owner goes on the shuttle
TweenO'Madness: from what I've seen on TV, Cirque du Soliel must be quite amazing
cease: and you dont know jack about billy
TweenO'Madness: at least they don't get eaten by their own tigers ;)
Elayne: Well let's face it, without Cirque de Soleil we'd have no Lady Gaga and that ilk. Half those acts are C du S-type choreography.
Dexter Fong: No_ First Kitty ate Chester 'n the Marshall
no_anchovies: nor, about "off."
TweenO'Madness: True cease, but I have been to Prescott, AZ ;)
Principalpoop: i will not stand for slander about miss kitty
no_anchovies: then sit for it.
cease: it may be very pretty. it just didnt interest me. i would have watched carrot top
Elayne: Robin's still really keen on seeing LOVE. I almost have him talked into us going to Vegas for his 50th (and probably staying w' Mom, who's still snowbirding every year)
cease: but not in tsame time frame with dinners
no_anchovies: Catherwood, get Poop a chair.
||||||||| Catherwood gets poop a chair.
cease: the bealtles thing at the mirage, el?
TweenO'Madness: No front row with a tarp watching a demonstration of the Sledge-O-Matic, cease?
Elayne: Cat, wasn't "Carrot Top" one of the specialty meals prepared for you? :) :)
Principalpoop takes a load off
Elayne: That's the one, Cat.
cease: may be
Principalpoop: thanks
TweenO'Madness: Catherwood, please get Poop a sanitary pedistal
||||||||| Catherwood gets poop a sanitary pedistal.
Principalpoop: front row for a gallagher show, that is the ticket
cease: you must ride elevator to top of THE Hotel El. Greatest thing I've ever seen. at sun set
Elayne: Gallagher should pay his audience to sit in the first few rows, PrinPoop. Hey wait, maybe he does, that would explain a lot.
Principalpoop: no, say it ain't so....
Elayne: Which hotel, Cat?
cease: tis called THE hotel. next to mandalay bay.
Elayne: Mirage?
Elayne: You're kidding. Capital T, capital H, capital E? Good grief, US Plus owns the idea of pretentiousness.
Dexter Fong: No it's really there
cease: teh trip is, reflected city of vegas and strip reflectred in mandalay bay shiny surfaces
no_anchovies: not a mirage, merely an acid flashback.
Principalpoop: ahh mandalay bay ok exnay on the piglatinay
Elayne: LOL, Dex!
Elayne: Oh, that's why you like it, reflective surfaces. :)
cease: yes el
cease: but the previous best image was not reflected
Elayne: Oh, I'm afraid I must pass along a sad note. Firesign fan and comic book/animation writer Dwayne McDuffie has passed away.
Principalpoop: the word is refracted
cease: the beet thing i ever saw was a what field in saskatchewan
no_anchovies wonders if surfaces are only skin deep?
Elayne: He liked to name the episodes of his comic book stories after Firesign albums and such. Did it at least twice.
cease: sorry to hear that el
Dexter Fong: Soya beanns....?
Elayne: Wish he could have come on chat with us, really fascinating guy. Super-smart.
Elayne: I'll miss the heck out of him.
Principalpoop: http://dwaynemcduffie.com/about/bio/
Dexter Fong: E: There was an obit in the Daily News today
TweenO'Madness: Soya beans are.... people!!
Elayne: Surprised you could get on the site, PrinPoop. It's been pretty jammed for the last couple of days. I thought they'd at least change the home page.
cease: smart is always in small quantity
Principalpoop: death is a part of life, the fucker
llanwydd: I never knew a woman who was into comics until I came here
TweenO'Madness: huh?
llanwydd: I thought comics were for boys but I suppose they are for anybody
Dexter Fong: The fucker begins life and ends i ..............
Elayne: Llan, there are thousands of us, you need to get out more. :)
cease: that may be redundant, llan
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: I suppose I do
cease: you gotta start ytoung if you're gonna stick it out
Principalpoop: phone numbers E?
llanwydd: I was really into horror comics when I was a kid
llanwydd: horror comics and Mad magazine
Elayne: PrinPoop, you don't need phone numbers, just go to a convention and you'll see 'em all around.
Principalpoop: DC and then Marvel, but I sold them all, I am a moron
llanwydd: for quite a while I wasn't allowed to have them and I had to sneak them into my room
llanwydd: and my sister would tell on me for having them
Dexter Fong: Inside the copy of Playboy?
llanwydd: lol
Elayne: We want to get rid of most of our comics. Robin had them around for reference, and I like a library, but digital accessibility is making that particular library redundant and dusty.
Principalpoop: i look like George Constanza on a bad day
Dexter Fong: Shrinkage and all?
no_anchovies: my collectable coms were stolen some years back from a storage unit. Cops refused to file a report. i guess it was my fault for falling so short on the graft payment.
Principalpoop: you got it
no_anchovies: had a few good # 1's.
llanwydd: I had my FST Big Book of Plays stolen
Principalpoop: mine were not in collectable condition, i really enjoyed them
llanwydd: I didn't collect superhero comics but I liked to look at my friends collections
no_anchovies: i wasn't anal about it, but they were in pretty good shape. they were flat in boxes.
llanwydd: I only collected horror and Mad
cease: i have some old peanuts comic books
Principalpoop: don't care if the coins were flat
no_anchovies: yeah, Llan, i had Big Book of Plays also, and the bad luck with that was water damage.
llanwydd: I kept my Mads in a toy toolbox under my bed so my parents wouldn't find them
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: i also have a real estate ad for shultz's house when he first put in the on the market, then later took it off
cease: thatr must be worrth sometihng
Principalpoop: I know nothing
Elayne: Thank you Catherwood, I really ought to be toddling.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Elayne and says "Something I can help with?"
cease: would make you a good 19th century revolutoinary, llan
no_anchovies: worth Peanuts, i imagine.
llanwydd: I kept george carlin's Occupation: Foole under the couch downstairs. that would have caused even more trouble
cease: off you toodle ell
||||||||| 10:01 PM: doctecazoid jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Principalpoop: a hot toddy sounds good
Elayne: Not any more, but you can leave a couple on the side table.
Elayne: Bye all! Hi Doc, bye Doc!
cease: hey doc
Principalpoop: doc, give me something for my cough
cease: you just missed el
Principalpoop: night E
llanwydd: Hi doc
doctecazoid: here, take my gun
cease: fuck and a half
doctecazoid: she comes, she goes
Elayne: PrinPoop, here's a nickel. Call all my friends! Night, all!
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:02 PM.
Principalpoop: wait, phone calls cost more now, rats
cease: thats not a nickel. that's a nick Danger
Merlyn: bye E
llanwydd: I auditioned for a casting director near orlando this afternoon
cease: tell us good news, doc
Principalpoop: sounds mickey mouse to me
doctecazoid: orlando jones?
cease: good for you llan
llanwydd: he liked the audition but he wants me to get a bunch of 8x10 and 4x5 headshots before he can get me any work
llanwydd: that will take a while
doctecazoid: the good news is - i'm still here
no_anchovies: did you get your cast, or just break a leg?
cease: i'm sure you'll get the job
doctecazoid: i always hated the cast system
cease: death is a bummer. trust me on that one.
doctecazoid: hope it comes thru lland
llanwydd: yeah, so far I'm an untouchable
llanwydd: well, maybe a grade or two above
doctecazoid: lepro, see?
Principalpoop: how does the caste list go? untouchables, nudgeables, graspables, huggables, loveables..
llanwydd: LOL
cease: tell a story, tell a story
doctecazoid: once upon my thyme...
Dexter Fong: was the torrid love story
llanwydd: tell a vision
doctecazoid: mary rose as lee parsed like a sage
cease: i guess lili aced her exams
Principalpoop: do I look like a 2nd story man?
Dexter Fong: between an untaouchable and a huggable
doctecazoid: yep - some of the students commented that she should be the professor of the class
Principalpoop: cool
doctecazoid: squeezably soft
doctecazoid: so i assume most of you have had a chance to check out the latest dangerousminds.net interview
cease: which is you?
Dexter Fong: don't know it
Principalpoop: no chezks aloowed
doctecazoid: i think the appearance of taylor and peter b. on metzgers video podcast helps account for the spike in DOMM sales we say today
doctecazoid: http://www.dangerousminds.net/comments/firesign_theatre_duke_of_madness_motors/
Dexter Fong: That's great Doc
Dexter Fong: the spke I mean
doctecazoid: taylor also mentioned that kevin pollack expressed interest in interviewing firesign members on his podcast as well
Dexter Fong: Very nice indeed
cease: no chickds? no czecks? no cheques?
doctecazoid: and taylor said everyone should check out the hilarious ad kevin did at the start of his latest show w/steve jones of sex pistols fame
doctecazoid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lw-tcZCTG_8
no_anchovies: ok sweeties. time to hit the LaZboy.
llanwydd: no czechs, poles or bohunks
Dexter Fong: Cheque-out the Alien, Highway
cease: excdllent, doc
Dexter Fong: efferdent
doctecazoid: at about 3 mins in, he does an add for one of those bowflex exercise machines - as chris walken
no_anchovies: cya n/w, grid willing.
||||||||| 10:13 PM -- no_anchovies left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Grid goeing
llanwydd: nite n_a
Merlyn: just sent out an announcement about Dangerous Minds, doc
Dexter Fong: Are we talking politics, now?
Principalpoop: oops, that will make llan leave chat M
doctecazoid: ah - that's what i needed to know merl. if you haven't added it to firesign news already, i will do that now.
Principalpoop: oops night minusardines
Merlyn: ok, go ahead and add it doc
Dexter Fong: Start the Presses!!
Principalpoop: real all about it!
Principalpoop: read
Merlyn: press the starters
Dexter Fong: Yes, there's real about it, and in the center....bitter resentment
Principalpoop: stress the parters
Dexter Fong: The bottom line fell again!!!
Principalpoop: getting cynical in retirement fong? should have warned you
cease: dex will never get cynical
Dexter Fong: Those damn Madoff Investments
llanwydd: so dex, did you go to florida?
Dexter Fong: Yes llan
cease: ive stayed at his place. it would be impossible to be cynical
llanwydd: cool
Principalpoop: that is good to hear
Dexter Fong: 3 days in Key west and 6 in Fort L'dale
llanwydd: good time of year for it
Principalpoop: ahh nice
cease: with dex's aircondtioner on, it was very cool
Dexter Fong: 75 to 80 everyday and no rain
llanwydd: I've been in Ft L but never in the keys
Principalpoop: flying or driving?
Dexter Fong: Fly to lauderdale drive to the keys
Principalpoop: a long drive to the keys from FLaud
Principalpoop: pretty drive, but long
Dexter Fong: 3 1/2 to 4 hours
Principalpoop: to key west? is that all?
Dexter Fong: from lauderdale, yeah
Principalpoop: ok, my memory is ah ahhhh
cease: is that like key lime?
Principalpoop: yes cat
Dexter Fong: Road has been often widened, not totally but much better
Principalpoop: ahh ok, it has been a while
Dexter Fong: LLan: KW is just one big margharitaville party
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: so are parts of lauderdale hehe
Dexter Fong: I thought I saw you at Bonefish poop
Principalpoop: i was a Plum man
Dexter Fong: and what a pear
Principalpoop: now too many fruits there
Dexter Fong: and the Lord gave man dominion over the land and the fruits thereof
Principalpoop: amen
Principalpoop: and awomen
cease: thats a pear you could do mendelev from
doctecazoid: ok got the firesign news page updated
llanwydd: yes you have to subjugate the fruits
Dexter Fong flicks the little chromium switch
cease: awe? women
Dexter Fong: Mendelev..lol, cat
Principalpoop: subjugate or conjugate? subjugate and conjugate?
cease: good for you doc. i hope you are rewarded in some other dimesion
llanwydd: ok conjugate the fruits. see if I care
doctecazoid: ...some better world th-an ... th-is-is-is...
Dexter Fong: Mangos man, I'm really into mangos
Principalpoop: somewhere, over the rainblow
Principalpoop: bow
doctecazoid: you like-a-de-mangos?
Dexter Fong kow tows
Principalpoop: bad time in chat to sing that song
Dexter Fong: Yes me likee demango
Dexter Fong: Put the anthrax in, and you shake it all about
Principalpoop: Mandigo
Dexter Fong: Part human, part Australian dog
Principalpoop: where did mandy go?
llanwydd: wertyuio
Dexter Fong: The Copa Casino
Principalpoop: the hottest spot north of cabana
cease: the yankee clipper hits a long fly ball. but its caught by Demango. the streak is over
Dexter Fong: and free donkeys for everyone
Principalpoop: where have you gone joe dimaggio?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:30 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Bunnyboy: Back I Am.
Principalpoop: bunnyboy is back
doctecazoid: hey bb
llanwydd: Hey Bunnyboy
cease: hi bun
Dexter Fong: Welcome your back are
Bunnyboy: Maybe a Mandingo ate your baby.
cease: your front in someone else?
Principalpoop: you like-a-de-mangos?
cease: there's a lot of that in vegas
Dexter Fong: Bunny: or the family pet
doctecazoid: glad you came back - i wanted to let you know mr. austin sends you his appreciation for bringing the firesale cart problems to merl's and my attention weekend before last
Bunnyboy: Listening to the Bergman/Jessen interview on DangerousMinds.net.
cease: ok bun
doctecazoid: it's a great interview
Bunnyboy: My pleasure! I was born to be a QC analyst.
doctecazoid: bb: lol
doctecazoid: a qc on the qt
cease: i would suspect the possibility that it wouldnt be not at all likely
Bunnyboy: On the hush-hush.
doctecazoid: bb: yeah, our domain host tweaked the web server config without advance warning
Principalpoop: QC QC quintuplets counter? Quincy Catering? Quadroon courier?
cease: doic are you in touch with austin?
doctecazoid: quality control
Bunnyboy: So, only 200 DOMMs left? Wow!
Principalpoop: spoilsport
doctecazoid: yeah, looks like a 2nd printing is in the cards
Bunnyboy: The Koala Tea of Mercy is not strained.
cease: going from the elevator of my hotel to the door was as odd as any firesign album
Bunnyboy: Cool beans!
Principalpoop: manna what are you talking about?
cease: door to street
cease: on either side were hundred of very unhappy people losing lots of moneh
Bunnyboy: It's all about Control. Except when it's about Quality.
Principalpoop: as E told LL, you need to get out more cat
Dexter Fong: Monets?
Bunnyboy: And Dignity! Always Dignity!
Principalpoop: the illusion of control, now that is quality
llanwydd: that was random, pp
Principalpoop: and respect, have some respect for respect
Dexter Fong: and humility, have the best damn humility you can
cease: sounds like an aretaht franklin song
llanwydd: I'm going to be up all night if you don't explain your context, princ
Principalpoop: God does not play dice with the universe llan
Principalpoop: sincerity
llanwydd: how do you know?
Principalpoop: he prefers blackjack
cease: the problem with that is that there inst just one universe
doctecazoid: didn't hawking refute that with "not only does he play dice - they're loaded!"
Principalpoop: or roulette
Dexter Fong: Poop: Take a look at some of the photos from Hubble..you'll see universes colliding, literally
Principalpoop: ok poker, but he cheats
Dexter Fong: Not pocker neither
doctecazoid: the universe is constructed in such a way as to experience itself
llanwydd: I saw something on the internet recently that really made me think
Principalpoop: so something can be statistically true? not really true?
Dexter Fong: It a version of all=in pachinko
doctecazoid: but in order to experience itself it has to divide itself into at least two parts, that which sees and that which is seen
Bunnyboy: Fuzzy and logical.
Principalpoop: al pachinko, you talking to me?
llanwydd: there are no perfect geometric shapes that occur naturally. man is the only creature that creates order
cease: panko good, pachinko bad
doctecazoid: in this severed and mutilated condition, what it sees is only partially itself - the snake eats itself, the dog chases its tail
Principalpoop: the voyeurism approach to cosomology, phooey
Dexter Fong: Doc: You mean...you mean...matter and darkman matter?
doctecazoid: the form we take to exist arises from framing nothing
llanwydd: but some things seem to want to be round
doctecazoid: http://www.lawsofform.org/
Principalpoop: sell me your kidney
Dexter Fong wonders if doc is reading something that wa slipped under his door
cease: i went to a very strsnge place in vegas a few weeks ago.
cease: strange in the sense that dark matter and dark energy are strange
Principalpoop: i told somebody you wroke up in the drunk tank
Bunnyboy: Bread and marbles.
llanwydd: LOL, bb
cease: no intoxication was invovled. just intoxicated on food
Principalpoop: pralines do that to me
cease: everyone enjoys something
Principalpoop: that is between me and my monkey
Principalpoop: so anyway, what was this dark, strange place
doctecazoid: http://www.scribd.com/doc/20711738/G-spencer-Brown-Laws-of-Form-1979-Edition
Principalpoop: the alley behind The Hotel? hehe
Dexter Fong: It's THE Hotel
Principalpoop: oops, I guess that should have been THE Alley
llanwydd: well, I must be going. I'll see you all next thursday
Bunnyboy: Anybody see a good flick or vid?
Dexter Fong: Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds
Principalpoop: break a leg llan
doctecazoid: define "good"
Dexter Fong: Good breaking of the leg llan
Bunnyboy: I've launched into watching classic FUGITIVE eps.
doctecazoid: lili and i enjoyed what by any definition would be considered a teen flick recently - easy a
Bunnyboy: Never saw an ep, until this week.
doctecazoid: well written updating of hawthorne's scarlet letter
Bunnyboy: Actually, I may have seen the very end of the last ep, once.
Dexter Fong: I just finished watching all the Angel epidodes
cease: the elveator from the ground to the 65th floor at THE Hotel was the most beautiful thing i've ever seen
doctecazoid: great cast, snappy dialog
Dexter Fong: In the elevator?
Bunnyboy: EASY A is on my shelf. Someday, someday...
doctecazoid: the view from the elevator, dex
Bunnyboy: I rather enjoyed EXIT THROUGH THE GIFT SHOP.
doctecazoid: emma stone is a hoot in easy a
cease: i need oollaboraters to do this project. this is not the place to find them
doctecazoid: exit from the gift shop is in my netflix queue, should be getting to it in a couple of weeks
Dexter Fong: Viewing the great cast and listening to the snappy dialogue from the elevator is overrated
cease: i want to see that bun
Bunnyboy: Emma Stone is a hoot, period. ZOMBIELAND comes to mind.
Dexter Fong: I prefer the ac duct
doctecazoid: yes, she was great in that too - and in superbad also
Bunnyboy: EXIT is fun, because it starts at A...then ends up on another planet.
Principalpoop: i watched some old italian movie http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WfYvekT6mQ
doctecazoid: she's a rising star, though i fear from checking out how many flicks she's slated to be in over the next year or so, audiences could burn out on her
cease: i watch far fewer flick than i did with my subscriptionk because i dont have to
Bunnyboy: To mix metaphor metaphors.
doctecazoid: i threw a few godard flicks in the queue today - masculine feminine, contempt, breathless
cease: as someone who will eventaully die, i want to create something so beuftiful
cease: it will live on after me
Bunnyboy: The William S. Burroughs doc is cool. Saw it last spring, at SIFF. Just popped out on video, and PBS.
Principalpoop: rather egotistical eh
cease: yes bun i just saw that. very good
doctecazoid: i am certain you will achieve it, cat
Bunnyboy: Makes me grit my teeth that PBS hits the bleep button these days.
cease: well neal amid is as good ns anythhing. now i have to marry image and tle
Bunnyboy: And they crammed the nearly 90 minute doc into an hour slot.
Principalpoop: the wingnuts had a fit about a nipple, they must be careful
doctecazoid: those damn expletives - you try scrubbing them out and soaking them out and you're still saddled with those damn expletives
doctecazoid: it's not like we can't fill in the blanks right?
Principalpoop: bleep
cease: i am very confident, doc
Dexter Fong: I could do with or without them but the bllep is jarring when you're engrossed
doctecazoid: pp: f**k the f*****g f*****s
Bunnyboy: I remember, back in 1993 or so, when they broadcast TONGUES UNTIED, complete with super-raw language and racial epithets.
Dexter Fong: W*LL S**AD!!
Dexter Fong: SH*T
cease: i will find the best possible artists and thi proect wtill happen this year
Dexter Fong: S**D
Bunnyboy: Of course, even back then, they played it at 3 in the morning in Medford OR...and not at all, in the Seattle/Tacoma market.
doctecazoid: and yet wtf is now in the vernacular
Dexter Fong: Craig's List Cat
Principalpoop: dub the words with similar but nice words, go find yourself, and shove it up your nose
doctecazoid: sure it's an acronym, but it's assumed (correctly, in my estimation) most anyone reading it will know what it means
Dexter Fong: That's what my Guru told me
Bunnyboy: And pixilating lips. Oh, mur-der!
Dexter Fong: checkerboard hips
Dexter Fong: Moommee!
doctecazoid: f**k it's late - have to get my s**t together and catch some z's
cease: i have no fears about the tale
Principalpoop: silliness, as the conservatives correctly begin to panic
Dexter Fong: T* T* F*R N*W
doctecazoid: have a pleasant evening all - with any luck i'll be here next week
doctecazoid: ttfn ttyl nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz................
Dexter Fong: Skill doc, skill
Principalpoop: up yours doc, and good luck
Bunnyboy: TONGUES UNTIED was one of the first big targets of the poopheads who wanted to defund the NEA and CPB.
||||||||| doctecazoid hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctecazoid?! It's 10:56 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
cease: dont fuck the asterisk. it's got hiv
Bunnyboy: nite doc!
Dexter Fong: Don fuck the hive, man..you risk you ass
Bunnyboy: I better feed my exhausted mate. Later, gate!
Principalpoop: dont drop the soap
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: At the dock, croc
Principalpoop: that must be the bus, have fun, see you soon
cease: by bun
||||||||| At 10:57 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 Fong: Night poop
cease: you too pooop
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: So, you enjoyed Vegas then Cat
Dexter Fong: the experience that is
cease: hellish city heavenly food
cease: pimps peddling their hooker hit you like mosquiitons
Dexter Fong: Glad you found so many good restaurants
cease: but i have never had better food. see blog
Dexter Fong: Will do
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: i went there cuz of restaurts. i study this.
cease: in the same way that paul krassner woud study intoxicants.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Best I can say about food on my trip -not that it was so bad- was in Key West, where a dozen oysters were cheaper than a dozen clams...$11 to be exact raw that is
cease: off we flee
||||||||| 11:01 PM -- cease left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: See yah in two weeks
||||||||| Dexter Fong walks away to The Sitting Room.
Merlyn: Been away setting up a bit, see you next week
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 11:06 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..."
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| TweenO'Madness leaves to catch the 11:12 PM train to Funfun Town.
||||||||| 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."

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Dexter Fong
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