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 March 31, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 7:08 AM: Current chatter, Nero Tweeter jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Catherwood, heard about "Twitter.com"?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Current chatter, Nero Tweeter and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Tweet, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Current chatter, Nero Tweeter and inquires "Would you like something?"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Is Merlyn Leroy here?
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: I started a diary at Twitter, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Current chatter, Nero Tweeter
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Every night when I get home from delivering pizzas for Pizza Hut, after scheduling some bill payments at my credit cards, with my meager tip gains, I let out my tensions by "Tweeting" about it.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Exciting, huh? I clicked "Follow" Tom Hanks and Ron Howard, and William Shatner to see if I can get discovered by show business people.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Find me show business people, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood finds Current chatter, Nero Tweeter show business people.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Discover me, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood discovers Current chatter, Nero Tweeter.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Make me a star, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood brings Current chatter, Nero Tweeter a star.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Thanks, Catherwood, but you didn't get the idea.
||||||||| Catherwood gets the idea.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Goeth to twitter or celebrity twitter, Catherwood, with your search engine, yahoo, google, or bing.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Current chatter, Nero Tweeter
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: I know you are busy, Catherwood, but you need an outlet.
||||||||| Catherwood gets an outlet.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Remember it is not like a chat room and not like a discussion forum, Catherwood, but has similarities.
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Current chatter, Nero Tweeter and says "Did you want me?"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Start tweeting, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Current chatter, Nero Tweeter and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Catherwood, don't talk with beans in your mouth.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Current chatter, Nero Tweeter
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Get with the Hollywood swingers, Catherwood, tweet.
||||||||| Catherwood gets with the hollywood swingers tweet.
||||||||| Current chatter, Nero Tweeter leaves at 7:23 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| 7:26 AM: Current chatter, Nero Tweeter jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: I'd have to tell you my real name for you to find me @twitter, Catherwood. Maybe some other day. Say goodnight, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood yous Current chatter, Nero Tweeter's real name for you to find me @twitter maybe some other day say goodnight.
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter: Load the Firesign Theatre into your computer, Catherwood, and try to keep them there this time.
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 7:30 AM, exactly!"
||||||||| Current chatter, Nero Tweeter is kicked out just as the clock strikes 7:30 AM.
||||||||| Roman Gloamun steals in around 8:03 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Roman Gloamun: Where's the usual Thursday intro, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Roman Gloamun
Roman Gloamun: Tell me what's happening, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood tells Roman Gloamun what's happening.
Roman Gloamun: "There's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues", Lowell George and Little Feat "Waitng For Columbus", I think.
Roman Gloamun: Wait for Columbus, Catherwood. I shall return.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Roman Gloamun and asks "Someone mention my name?"
Roman Gloamun: At the Spanish Moon, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Roman Gloamun and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
Roman Gloamun: Pay attention to detail for three weeks, Catherwood, Mercury is retrograde until April 23.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Roman Gloamun and asks "Did you want something?"
Roman Gloamun: Roll another one, just like the other one. Don't bogart that joint, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Roman Gloamun and mumbles "oh, fuck off Roman Gloamun!"
||||||||| Roman Gloamun leaves to catch the 8:16 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 8:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: 'no "few minutes" tonight, resting'
||||||||| At 8:20 PM, ah,clem runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:25 PM and late as usual, it's Son of Firesign, just back from Elmertown."
Son of Firesign: I own a copy of this album on vinyl, Catherwood, click me to find out which album I mean.
||||||||| Catherwood clicks Son of Firesign to find out which album i mean.
Son of Firesign:

||||||||| Son of Firesign leaves at 8:27 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| cease enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 31, 2011 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
cease: sometimes being alone is really fun. but this isn't one of them.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:03 PM and catherwydd sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
catherwydd: I declare the chat room open
cease: sounds like scientology creeping into chat. clare vs declare
cease: you need an e-mter to tell the diff
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
catherwydd: okay, I clare the chat room open. sounds more positive
catherwydd: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Hello folks
Dexter Fong: Wake up Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood wakes up.
cease: last week i was absent. this week i'm the only one here
Dexter Fong: Not so
catherwydd: that's not a nice thing to say, Cat
cease: how the fuck are you, dex
Dexter Fong: I'm okay Cat, and you?
cease: you were absent before i was
Dexter Fong: Yes, 2 weeks absent
||||||||| 9:08 PM: Elayne 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!"
Dexter Fong: The first was expected, the second not
catherwydd: last week for the second time ever, I completely forgot about the chat
Dexter Fong: Hey E
Elayne: Evenin' all! Bear with me, I just now got home from work.
cease: i thoguht i'd take a nap around 5 and get up around 6 last week, but instead got up around 8 the following morning
catherwydd: Hi Elayne
cease: hey it's el
Elayne: Dex, I finished Book 4, am starting on Book 5 tomorrow.
cease: are you dating a lot of bears these days, el?
Dexter Fong: Hey !! Yo go girl
catherwydd: you must have woken up hungry, Cat
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Any enjoyment from the books?
cease: fumiyo thinks i'll outlive here because i sleep so much more than she does
Dexter Fong: While Elayne ponders, I'll ask llyn how things are in FLA
cease: we're both the same age for another 12 days
Dexter Fong: Too much sleep softens the bones
catherwydd: things are really nice here dex. thanks for asking
cease: hey el have you read Fun Home?
catherwydd: we've had rain the last three days but I'm okay with that
cease: planning to reserve it from library
cease: if you werent ok with rain, you wouldnt live in vancouver
catherwydd: I had a film audition a week ago today and as soon as I arrived for it I locked myself out of my car and had to call AAA
Dexter Fong: Cat: Just when is the dry period out there, like to time my visit properly
catherwydd: first time I've done that with this car
Elayne: Yes Dex, I wouldn't read 'em if I didn't like 'em. It was never a matter of not enjoying them, but of having the time. I worked another 11-hour day today, I'm pretty beat.
Elayne: Yes Cat, I finally got through that. I kept putting it down and picking it up again, it's hard to read in one sitting.
Dexter Fong: Elayne: You seem to have a propensity to find slave type labor
catherwydd: I have AAA Plus so it was no charge and the guy even brought me a bottle of water
Dexter Fong: Cool llan
cease: the comic book i am working on is very autobiographical and i thought that might be inspriring
cease: good to hear work pursues you, llan
Dexter Fong: Yes
cease: may have found my arftist. my friend was by this aft with drawings by his daughter
Dexter Fong: A refrigerator school artist?
Dexter Fong: With this low attendance and no CNI, it would be a great night for Austin to show up
cease: she has a good sense of intriacy, exactly what i'm looking for after bathing in the work of rand holmes recently. a very dense comic artist
Elayne: Not at all, Dex. I enjoy what I do, it's just long hours during tax season.
cease: lol exactly dex. he doesnt have to talk to us
cease: intricacy. dense drawing.
Dexter Fong: I kinda meant, we'd have him all to ourselves =))
Dexter Fong: We could grill him about the details of his life and times
cease: rand holmes has been dead almost a decade, but his herald hedd strip in local paper was an vast influence on me as a writer
catherwydd: not familiar with rand holmes
cease: google him
Dexter Fong: Illegitimate son of Sherlock and Ayn Rand
Dexter Fong: Ayn
cease: whne i moved to vancouver in 72, i used to hang out at a bar called The Anchor with frineds. then we'd see the place perfectly depicted in our local paper by this rand holmes guy
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did you ever meet him or was he just like an invisible onlooker?
cease: his work was very topical and political, and always the pictorial voice of the countrculture in vancouver
cease: no if i did, we would have been too drunk to know it
cease: harold hedd, his fabulous furry freak bros character, inspired me to write about this area and live here
Dexter Fong: So, didn't you spend a lot of time there, looking around wondering who was the guy
cease: there were a lot of long haired buys in the anchor in 72. maybe still are
cease: guys
cease: canuck buck up to 1.03. this is very bad
Dexter Fong: But surreptitiously taking notes?
cease: my mother gets paid in us$ but has to pay rent in canuck bucks
Dexter Fong: A strong cuurancy is a proud currancy
cease: only if you;re a grape, dex
catherwydd: ribena is a strong currancy
Dexter Fong: Bebe Ribena, Nixons old confident?
cease: i know i was absent last week, but there were a fair number of people. today its really small. is everyone tired of chatting?
catherwydd: at least he was a bozo
cease: not on this bus
Dexter Fong: Dunno Cat, hope not...*I* think it's because clems not on
catherwydd: most of nixon's cabinet were berzerkers
Dexter Fong: lol llan
cease: but who would know if they didt show up?
Elayne: I'm not tired of chatting, Cat, but I'm tired of typing. :)
Dexter Fong: huh?
cease: i thought i'd show up tonight and people would ask where i was last week, but no one noticed by absence
cease: you do a lot of that, el
Dexter Fong: I did
Dexter Fong: brb afkfr
Elayne: I'm afraid my cat is demanding too much attention, folks. Next week.
||||||||| "9:28 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
cease: off yu go, el
catherwydd: so what do you think of this libya situation?
cease: if only the rebels would win
catherwydd: all I'm certain of is what is going on in libya is not what we are told is going on
Dexter Fong: Way to go lllan, they can't run no conspiracy by you =))
catherwydd: you certainly don't believe everything you read in the news, do you dex?
Dexter Fong: No, llan, not generally...depends on the source of course...but with modern communication open to everyone, it's really hard to keep things secret....the people rebelled, we and Europe don't like the unsettled aspect of it, we get involved, problem over......for now
Dexter Fong: And maybe gas prices come down, grid willing
catherwydd: the go up fast but they don't come down fast
cease: just got ny rreivew of books in mail todya.
cease: my fave mag. has lots of into about the difrerent tribes in libya and how their support shifts
Dexter Fong: rright on tiem
catherwydd: if there is anything I agree with the former president about it is that we should get our oil from alaska
cease: you should get no oil from anywhere. use other fuels
cease: though i say that as a car driver
Dexter Fong: So you don't care about the ecological damage that will occur there?
cease: dex has 2 cars
catherwydd: what damage?
Dexter Fong: and twice the fun
cease: my fave left wing party came out against oil sand develpoment todyal i'm very happy about that
Dexter Fong: llan: Most of that oil is in shale holdings, to extract it will mean de-terraforming a substantial portion of the land
cease: its called the New Democraitc Party. its founder was premier of my province, saskarchewan, when i was born therte. first socialist govt in canada
Dexter Fong: Everybody go Pinko
cease: where is everyone tonight?
cease: i dont even like pink. but am far from a capitalist, despite dining proclivities
Dexter Fong: We need Merlyn to develop a system wherebye on chat night, we can contact no-shows in a really annoying fashion until the do show
catherwydd: de-terraforming along the pipeline can't be a substantial loss
cease: dex, re rainy season. no season is much ranier than any other here
Dexter Fong: *they*
cease: lol dex. thats a sure way to scare them away forever
Dexter Fong: It's not just the pipeline, it's the shale and sand deposits are spread quite thinly and quite widely
cease: where is merl and hemlock and poop etec. somehwere, but not here
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, where the fuck is everyone?
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and asks "Did you want something?"
Dexter Fong: Take attendance Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood takes attendance.
cease: yeah, our usual chatters
catherwydd: I'm getting to like obama less and less
Dexter Fong: Perhaps they checked in saw the small group and said "fuck this"
cease: maybe
Dexter Fong notices he's swearing a lot...must be because there are so few to offend
cease: even spammers such as mr catorino seem not worht spamming us tonight
cease: hey dex did you read read my vegas posts on my blog?
Dexter Fong: llan: If you had been around as long as I, you wouldn't feel that way
Dexter Fong: No I Haven't yet cat, but I will...promise
cease: if i were around as long as you dex, i'd barely feel at all
catherwydd: I wonder if the others can't get in for some reason
Dexter Fong: That's metaphsically impossible, man. How can *you* know how *I* feel?
cease: i'm surprised not to get any feedback from anyone from chat, you, elayne, doc tec, anyone else.
cease: the vegas trip was really important for me, at least as the completion as a quest. didnt think it wuold be that obscure
Dexter Fong: Well, Cat...you *know* how digitally directed *i* am, thus, I can't speak for them
cease: i gave the blog url to many people in vegas, my servers who i mentoined, photo's on my blog. but not a word from an of them
cease: yes dex, a digitally directed dex is a contradictrion
Dexter Fong: Perhaps it's Warhol's Anti-thesis "In the future, everybody will have 99.99% of there time in obscurity"
cease: i love obscurity
cease: just not when i have something to say
Dexter Fong: What, I wasn't listening
cease: my food trip, as graphic novel
catherwydd: catherwood, get me a dfghjkhgfuytrecvbnkljhgfdertyuionbvcsdfgpoiuytrsdfghmnbvc
||||||||| Catherwood gets catherwydd a dfghjkhgfuytrecvbnkljhgfdertyuionbvcsdfgpoiuytrsdfghmnbvc.
Dexter Fong: With real 3-d pictures of your Gastro-Intestinal Tract
cease: are we still here?
Dexter Fong: Yep
Dexter Fong: Kinda like waiting for Godot, are some of them like him
Dexter Fong: *or*
catherwydd: according to the law of probability this had to happen
cease: waiting for godo'ts electrician
catherwydd: it will probably happen this time next year as well
Dexter Fong: Oh! He's cool. He was on the cover of Wired!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'H.Stones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Hight improbobable
catherwydd: have you ever seen Waiting For Godot?
catherwydd: Hey Stones
cease: wow. we're momentarily unalone
H.Stones: Yo Dudes
Dexter Fong: "ello 'tones, 'ood 'o 'ee 'ou'gain
catherwydd: its a stupid play. don't go to see it
cease: like an abalone, only cheaper
H.Stones: you wait all day for Godot and two come along together
Dexter Fong: llan: I have seen it, I think it's a little deeper than that, but not, I admit, all that entertaining
catherwydd: all you have to do is look in the program at the cast list and you don't see godot's name so you already know he's not going to show up
H.Stones: i only went in the shallow end
Dexter Fong: What aboaut his under study...the one that's gonna go out there and unknown, and come back a ****STAR***!!!
H.Stones: sign on the starry line and I,ll make you a dot.
cease: i go absent one week and the chat goes absent thereafter. what fun is that?
Dexter Fong: I guess no=one sees the irony in that...much as it's not seen in the play
cease: old man rippper
cease: i wasa expecting doc tech to show up as we have project but nope
||||||||| "9:57 PM? 9:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Bunnyboy: Hey! Where's every liddle body?
catherwydd: Hi Bunnyboy
cease: wow, its bun
H.Stones: hey its getting a bit crowded now
cease: hey bun, i read the moose that roared
cease: jay ward sounds like montgomery burns to work for
H.Stones: Hows things in Canadia, Cease ?
Bunnyboy: llan: GODOT is wonderful. Didja ever see the version they taped, about 10 years ago?
cease: but i persuaded my local vid rent store to bring in the whole bullwinkle sete, all 18 dvds
Bunnyboy: Irish actors. Brilliant.
Dexter Fong: I gotta park the car, Myrna has a spot for me, please stay where you are....I *will* return soonest
cease: we'd be much better if we got rid of our right wing govts, national and provincial
catherwydd: I've read the play, BB. I've never seen it.
Bunnyboy: (sings) Only a moron wouldn't CAST HIS VOTE for MON-TY BURNS!
catherwydd: parking is such sweet sorrow
cease: i know you liked the book, bun. but thanks for turning me on to it
H.Stones: we have three right wing parties here now, two in government and one in limbo
Bunnyboy: cat: They just released Season 5, as a standalone, this week.
cease: yeah, its a right wing world. fuck it.
Bunnyboy: That's a wrap!
catherwydd: that must be the first time dex ever mentioned myrna
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: Sure! I read!
cease: i have had dinners with her. a delightfull person
Bunnyboy: Lemme find the GODOT link...
cease: i read in the sense that bees collect honeh
cease: honey
cease: it needs collecting
cease: bun you have the jay ward dvd set?
cease: my guy should have it by nest week
||||||||| Outside, the 10:03 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bunnyboy: cat: Yeah, I'm a sickie - I have both the complete set AND the individual season sets.
Bunnyboy: http://www.amazon.com/Beckett-Film-Kristen-Scott-Thomas/dp/B00006FXQN/ref=sr_1_1?s=dvd&ie=UTF8&qid=1301623337&sr=1-1
H.Stones: hello sir Poop
Principalpoop: cough cough
catherwydd: Hey Princip
cease: hi poop
Principalpoop: hola all
cease: all, being a relatige term
Bunnyboy: Unfortunately, the killer GODOT thang is only on a box set, of over a dozen Beckett works.
cease: barely a quorum tonight
catherwydd: 647 minutes! that's nearly 11 hours
Principalpoop: all who are present or accounted for
Bunnyboy: But there's also Michael Gambon in ENDGAME, and John Hurt in KRAPP'S LAST TAPE.
cease: fuck becektt
Bunnyboy: Too late. He's stone cold.
cease: if only there were such a thing as a last tape, of beckett
Principalpoop: psychaboomboom
Bunnyboy: Just wrapping up listening to the Ash Grove show, for the first time.
cease: i once owned several of his novels. dont;' know why, exactly
cease: yeah bun, the duke of madness set is a wonder
Principalpoop: i thought you meant the pretty detective on castle
Bunnyboy: Beckett was a contrarian. I guess that makes cat a countercontrarian.
H.Stones: they were good for preventing us from getting too high but we dont need that any more
Principalpoop: how does your garden grow cat?
Principalpoop: what are you going on about stones?
cease: as well as possible, poop
catherwydd: it just occurred to me firesign would not be as lively if it didn't have four voices
cease: you mean only 3 or 2?
catherwydd: the ones without ossman are alright but they're kind of flat
Principalpoop: with strings and shells and puppy dog tails?
Bunnyboy: I must confess, it's nice to finally reach the "sweet spot" in the Dear Friends shows (around about Ep 6, on). Riffing is all right, but writing is righteous!
H.Stones: i was hoping you might tell me Poop
Principalpoop: you miss whatsherface
Principalpoop: ahh, maggie
cease: good image, bun. like an acoustic clitoris
Bunnyboy: I prefer the humbucking pickups.
Bunnyboy: 40 Unclaimed Melodies.
Principalpoop: hehe he said clitoris hehe
cease: that's not whats her face, that's come, sit on the face of a refined man
H.Stones: but where will we find one of thosoe this time of night ?
Principalpoop: is refind found?
cease: no, i'ts phoned in
Principalpoop: fonebone man
H.Stones: goes to make tea
H.Stones: brb
Bunnyboy: Here's the GODOT iMDB listing:
Bunnyboy: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0276613/
Principalpoop: good job what
cease: anyone remember the radio ads for
Principalpoop: get me a scone
Bunnyboy: SPLORT! GACK!
Bunnyboy: FLIMIZT!
cease: Aceent, an msg delivery systom of the ealry 60s?
cease: trhe idea for the ad was that accent gave meat flarvour, so without it no flavour.
catherwydd: I remember accent but I don't remember what it tasted like
Principalpoop: call rotto router thats the name, and away go troubles down the drain
cease: ad was a mother claling her family for dinner, saying they would have "mea" for dinner instread of meat because the letter tea would not be invented unitl ACcent was invented
catherwydd: I made seitan for the first time this evening. it came out pretty good
Principalpoop: accent tasted like stale salt
cease: the idea of the mother being eaten by her family was very funny,and surprisaing they let it on the raiod 50 yewars ago
catherwydd: I remember the jingel "a little accent, like a little love, surely helps".
Principalpoop: connie lingus was not invented until the 1980s
catherwydd: jingle
Bunnyboy: I think Accent was/is mainly Deadly Ajinamoto!
Bunnyboy: MSG, to you and me.
Principalpoop: ground dried sugar beets, what else could you do with them?
Bunnyboy: Meat without Accent is Meh.
catherwydd: I remember that jingle was from 1970
Principalpoop: its fried chicken and I hepped
catherwydd: blast from the past. Ah hepped
Bunnyboy: Tarface Pork and Lex X.
Principalpoop: psychaboomboom
Bunnyboy: Not getting much play today...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:20 PM, dragging no_anchovies by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
catherwydd: fghjkhgfdtyuiohgfdghjkhgfghjk
Principalpoop: lots of the current popular songs sound like the start of a doors song, but they never get moving
catherwydd: Hi n_a
cease: hey no.
Bunnyboy: hiya na!
catherwydd: how's things in socal?
Principalpoop: what is that smell? who has been smoking fish?
cease: i'm in the process of orderiing a pizza. no anchovies
no_anchovies: "i'm just in time to be fashionably late" ____ Groucho.
Bunnyboy: "I am the Auction King! I can sell anything!"
Principalpoop: good, make that pizza clean up and then do push ups
H.Stones: back again, passes Poop a scone
Principalpoop: yum, thanks
catherwydd: did you ever see the dick cavett interview with groucho on tcm? hilarious
Bunnyboy: Universal is finally getting around to releasing the old Paramount Marx Bros. titles as individual DVD titles.
Principalpoop: got any tarts near by?
H.Stones: sorry Poop but Honey has gone out
Principalpoop: is she still over there?
no_anchovies: i already have all the MB stuff on DVD. you mean they only sold it in a set up 'til now?
Principalpoop: and she won't be back until it is over over there...
cease: just ordered a Hell pizza, new zealand company just opened near my house
H.Stones: i have found no traces, Poop
cease: bun, the next time i'm here, i will have seen some rocky and bullwikles
catherwydd: what does a hell pizza have on it?
cease: should be in my rental store by next week
Principalpoop: i'll bite, what is a hell pizza?
catherwydd: devilled ham and devilled eggs?
Principalpoop: or is that the name of the company?
Dexter Fong: I'm back Dear Friends and trailing crowds of gory
Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred
no_anchovies: i've always preferred the Paramount MB over the MGM stuff.
H.Stones: i believe the chillies are especially hot, cathers
cease: ok i ordered Limbo pizza, with mushrooms, blue vein cheese, caramelized onions, garlic, tomaroes, olives and bacon
cease: supposed to induce death
Principalpoop: a pizza too far
catherwydd: death by pizza
Dexter Fong: Those tomaroes will do it every time
cease: hell is name of pizza company. from new z.
cease: i have almost died from the sheer enjoyment of the food i was eating recently in vegas
catherwydd: that's a long way to deliver
Bunnyboy: You'll learn to love Jay Ward, cat.
cease: i think this is comomn
H.Stones: over here you tend to die waiting for it
Bunnyboy: And, if not him, the voice cast kills!
Principalpoop: after dennis the menace, i could not picture him as anything else
cease: 18 dvds, i better, bun. i loved rocky adn bul when i was a kid, 50 years ago
H.Stones: do you remember Fractured Fairy Tales ?
Bunnyboy: I was delighted to see Nehemiah Persoff, in an old UNTOUCHABLES ep, last night.
Principalpoop: certainly stones
Bunnyboy: He plays a bookeeper for the mob. Wotta guy!
no_anchovies: "but that trick NEVER works..." __Rocky "nothing up my sleeve..." Bulwinkle
H.Stones: i very much enjoyed the Hep talk
Bunnyboy: And he lives! And paints! Here's a link:
Bunnyboy: http://www.nehemiahpersoffpaintings.com/
Principalpoop: i know that face, never knew his name, cool
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (10:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bunnyboy: Persoff did the ep, the same year he played Little Napoleon, in SOME LIKE IT HOT.
H.Stones: Yo Merlyn
catherwydd: Hey Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
Principalpoop kneels in awe to M
cease: wow, its the actual merl. not a cartoon version thereof
Merlyn: Hey, Nehemiah Persoff!
Bunnyboy: My jaw dropped, the first time I saw that flick...but Little Napoleon was the icing on the cake.
no_anchovies: Nehemiah Persoff ? .......... i thought that was something you spread on the garden to control weeds...?
Merlyn waves incense at PP
Principalpoop raptures
catherwydd: well, I'm tired. going to be heading out now. see you next week if I don't forget like last week
Merlyn: "Some people think he's gotten a little too big for his SPATS!"
Principalpoop: sorry, I will wipe that up
Dexter Fong: PP properly incencensed rise in rebellion
H.Stones: planting hemp is best, all the weeds choke except the ones you can smoke
cease: i see proc peddling duke dvds on facebook, merl. not a goo dthing
Bunnyboy: "Now some people... think he's gotten a little too big...for his SPATS!!!...But I say, he's a man who'll go far..."
Principalpoop: good luck cwydd
Dexter Fong: See yah llanwydd
cease: you're always tired, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside cease and says "Something I can help with?"
Merlyn: bye llan
cease: i sleep more hours than most families
Bunnyboy: "Some people say he's gone TOO FAR!!!...But I say, you can't keep a good man down."
Principalpoop: it is still illegal here stones
Merlyn: now phones have covers and shoes don't
no_anchovies: Some Like It ... a Lot.
Merlyn: except shoe phones
H.Stones: i here that everything is illegal over there nowadays
Bunnyboy: And TOO FAR!!! is pronounced TOO FAAAAAHHH!!!
Principalpoop: i have to report you for that stones
cease: does the rucky set have the fractured flickers too, bun?
Dexter Fong: You're not allowed to say that
cease: i figurte 18 discs is a lot
Bunnyboy: nite llan!
Merlyn: with much finger pointing too, BB
Dexter Fong: 18 discs, that's about from the waist to the lower shoulder blade
H.Stones: my blog is full of things i shouldnt say but i dont let a little thing like that stop me
Dexter Fong: Do tell
Merlyn: Ah, the Friends of Italian Opera, what funny guyz
Bunnyboy: cat: Nope. Fractured Flickers is a whole other show.
Principalpoop: i have too many favorites, give me it again stones
Merlyn: you have 18 fractured discs? ouch
Dexter Fong: I gotta Mezo soprano for you, fell off the back of a truck
H.Stones: you are truly insatiable poop
Principalpoop: why thank you
Bunnyboy: How did you like the chapters on P.A.T. , and the way Underdog, Klondike Kat, et. al. got homogenized along with Jay Ward product, in syndication?
no_anchovies: (apparently Bunnyboy GETS Wilder...)
Principalpoop: gene or pat?
Dexter Fong: THornton
cease: poop, i remember flickers with hans conreid. loved the show
no_anchovies: Billy.
Bunnyboy: Lotsa Do-Right, Peabody and Sherman, Aesop & Son, Fractured Fairy Tales, in the R & B eps, though.
H.Stones: i heard she was pushed, Ded
H.Stones: Dex
cease: i get to start perusing the jay ward set next week, bun.
Principalpoop: what did the buckinghams sing?
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: It's the recent complete series set of Rocky and Bullwinkle.
cease: and i'm renting, not owning
Dexter Fong: Stones: She was pushin trying to hit the upper register, she finally did, and that's when she fell offa the truck...you sayin elsewise
Merlyn: ah
Principalpoop: wider
Bunnyboy: And you have to watch George of the Jungle, to get Superchicken.
Merlyn: I went to their store way back when
H.Stones: Dexter, shouldnt she have registered in advance
cease: hye merl, whats with proc peddling duke on facebook pretending its the end
cease: fuck the what?
no_anchovies: Catherwood, go "tweet" somebody's Facebook.
||||||||| Catherwood goes "tweet" somebody's facebook.
Dexter Fong: Poop: Didn't Buckinghams sing Kind of a drag?
Principalpoop: is that the one with the monkeys?
Merlyn: I dunno cat
Bunnyboy: Hoppity Hooper? Forget about it. Only available in crappy public domain megadumps.
cease: elsewhere, you, others, say there's gonna be another printing.
Principalpoop: i was thinking crystal blue persuasion
Merlyn: we're almost out of the first run, but I think another 1000 will be printed up
cease: so,,,
cease: yes exactly, merl, and that was advertised. by proc as i recall.
Merlyn: unfortunately, the Dudley Do-Right Emporium closed about 6 years ago: http://bullwinkle.toonzone.net/emporium.htm
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| catherwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: no the monkey was a spy or detective or something
Dexter Fong: Poop: Maybe you can wicki Buckinghams?
cease: "we" are out of the first fun. so We would know about more copies coming soon
Bunnyboy: Hey! Here's a great Persoff gallery:
Principalpoop: that is no fun, come on
Bunnyboy: http://www.nehemiahpersoffpaintings.com/characters/characters.html
||||||||| 10:41 PM: Bightrethighrehighre jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dexter Fong: Hey Bight
cease: wow, a rare appearance by Big
cease: imagine if he had little thighs
Bightrethighrehighre: wazzup, fyreheds!!!!????
H.Stones: whats with the Buckinghams, Dex ?
Principalpoop: how many people can fit in that closet?
cease: we have somehow evaded death
Merlyn: hi bightreetc
Dexter Fong: Stones: Poop brought it up, an early 60s? group
H.Stones: do you mean these ..... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hq1fpN1qWv8
Bunnyboy: Hiye Bighte!
cease: stones, the fact thatr one of your royals is going to be wed soon appals me as much as large numbers of marine mammals are soon to die
Bightrethighrehighre: how did you know my thighs r bigger than my no-neck??
no_anchovies: (would it be too snide to say, i've got Whiplash...?)
H.Stones: the whole thing leaves most of us comatose
Dexter Fong: Stones: Precisely
Principalpoop: hey baby they're playing our song was fun
cease: the fact that there's a limey queen on my money makes me very very very ill, as i cannot image a cauck queen on a brit pound note
Dexter Fong: Poop: Stones has settles it, it's "Kind of a Drag"
H.Stones: the british royal family have been German since the 17th Century with an occasional Greek thrown in for good measure
Principalpoop: so, who did crystal blue persuasion then, ahh beasts, make me googlera
Dexter Fong: Don't worry Cat, there's lots of Queens in VC
cease: so why are millions of canuck tax dollars going to supprt that institituioon?
H.Stones: dont blame me cease, if i come to power i will pay it all back
cease: those of us on the left are appalled. those on the right arenot among the humans with functional brains
Dexter Fong: 'cause youuur dollar is so strong
Principalpoop: tommy james and the shondells, where is llan about a blast from the past
cease: my hatred of the brit monarchy is far from finite
H.Stones: the dollar is fucked and destined for the U bend along with all the minor parasite currencies
cease: poop, i had a spiritual revelation listening to crimson and clover in vegas a few weeks ago
Dexter Fong: Stones: Th Virgin Godess is unhappy with your words
Principalpoop: over and over, thanks another idee fixe song
cease: it was the sort ot refvelation that woud cause mhomaued to start islam, buddha to start buddhism, etc.
H.Stones: tought shit as w e say hereabouts
cease: and its not even a song i like
Dexter Fong: Revelations is not always pleasant
Principalpoop: it has a catchy tune and I can dance to it, give it a 78
H.Stones: virgins over here are even more rare than rocking horse shit
cease: i want to creafe a comic book about the expereince. unfortunately robin will not be involved
Dexter Fong: Heh tiny splinters, eh, Stones
H.Stones: even more nasty than piles
Principalpoop: does this religion have a name yet?
Dexter Fong: Tine splinters, tine sphincters, as we say over here
no_anchovies: (Roadapple Red, perhaps?)
Dexter Fong: Grand island Green?
cease: sounds like a supersession tune
Principalpoop: Panama Red
cease: Al Kooper Uncooped
Dexter Fong: Al Cooper's night in the barrel
cease: an Apple aday keeps Microsoft at bay
cease: i have reel of thart album. must find.
cease: those are my servants in those barrels
no_anchovies: ... & the Jobs in the Gates...
Dexter Fong: An I-unit a day keeps ities away
Dexter Fong: & the gates around my community
Dexter Fong: keeping everyone away
cease: those arent gates. they just have a lot of microsoft stock
no_anchovies: a community without windows.
Dexter Fong: Solid, gates!!!
cease: hows it going, big?
no_anchovies: Solid States
Dexter Fong: Soiled States
cease: those arent states, they are momentary possibiliites
Dexter Fong: Schrodinger's Cat
no_anchovies: Soil, lent green.
Principalpoop: so, if the dollar tanks, should I be buying gold from glen beck or what?
cease: i'm not a cat, but i play one in this reality
no_anchovies: Vonnegut's Cradle.
cease: poop: no
Dexter Fong: But only in *that* box
H.Stones: a box with a cat flap
Dexter Fong: is like a schmuck with earflaps
cease: the dollar can't go that far down, because too much international trade is based on dolars
no_anchovies: Soil'd cat litter.
Principalpoop: famous last words hehe
Dexter Fong: Dolares, I remember her
Merlyn: going to do more flash programming, see you next week
H.Stones: they are all gonna be switching to local currencies
no_anchovies: and Betty-Jo Bialosky.
Merlyn waves
Dexter Fong: She wore a green wrinkley gown with numbers all over it....big numbers
Bunnyboy: nite Merlyn!
H.Stones: see ya Merl
||||||||| "10:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Principalpoop: have we finished gold-plating afghanistan yet? billions each month...
cease: dolourus, doll are us, sounds like lines from my play Red Shift
Dexter Fong: You go Flash
cease: merl;, its not like you were eve here
Dexter Fong: He did...He's sooo fast
cease: merl is here in the sense that death doesnt exist
Principalpoop: those programmers, do it in binary
Dexter Fong: I think what Cat is trying to say is "the absence *or* presence of Merlyn does not presuppose are existance or lack of it
Dexter Fong: *our*
Principalpoop: but he was not anywhere at all, or 2 places
Dexter Fong: Go back to places, either pass or don't pass go
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "Just doing my job!"
Principalpoop: move on back to squares
Dexter Fong: Brown shoed guys
Dexter Fong: with brown paper bags
Dexter Fong: in the dead of night
H.Stones: ok foks its four am here so i better call it a day, take care all and have a safe week
Principalpoop: only what the market will allow
no_anchovies i'm out, nite folx.
Principalpoop: best to you my lord
Dexter Fong: Stones: good to see you again
||||||||| "Hey no_anchovies!" ... no_anchovies turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:02 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night no
Principalpoop: is that the bus? wait, i've got a nickle
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:02 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..."
Dexter Fong: Night poop
Dexter Fong: Just you, Cat, me and BBoy (maybe)
||||||||| "11:04 PM? I'm late!" exclaims H.Stones, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Bunnyboy: nitey no!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Can i access your blog from the "clickon under your photo at the back of the blog?
Bunnyboy: nite Poop!
Dexter Fong: at the back of the chat log
Dexter Fong: sheesh
Dexter Fong: Like to stay but it's getting kinda quiet here
cease: i was upstairs. sorry to be absent
cease: i dont know what that means, dex
Dexter Fong: Ah, was about to check out
cease: yeah i can dissappear
cease: people come, they go
Dexter Fong: At the end of each weeks cheese log, there are photos and under many of them are things you can click on, is that possible to reach your blog
cease: hmm
cease: www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
Dexter Fong: Also, Catherwood (or someone likehim collects all theoffered urls and lists them at the end of the cheese log
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
cease: if that doesnt work, i may niot be sober enough to type
cease: but i do my best
Bunnyboy: My ref link is a long-dead Wolfenet site.
cease: off we flit
Dexter Fong: Thanks Cat will check it tonight
Bunnyboy: Guess I should update to my FB page, and a photo that isn't 12 years old.
Bunnyboy: nite gents!
Dexter Fong: Wolfen net......Warewolves on line, better than E-harmony
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:12 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs cease by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Around 11:12 PM, Bunnyboy walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 3:00 AM and RedPillTweeny steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Current chatter, Nero Tweeter
Dexter Fong
Roman Gloamun
Son of Firesign
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