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 July 28, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave & katie close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 6:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
Dave & katie: well hi gang, just thought I'd let yall know we still exist. I'm currently in schenectady new york digitizing an archive of GE-related audio. I'm leaving for CO next tuesday though, have been here for 2 months. so, we say hi and hope all are well. can't chat tonight, got dinner plans.
||||||||| Around 6:10 PM, Dave & katie walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:22 PM, dragging BrieflyPut by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
BrieflyPut: Today is Phil Proctor’s birthday!
BrieflyPut: Give my best to that great dog of yours
||||||||| At 8:23 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, BrieflyPut!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 28, 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?"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving c coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
c: wow. dave and katie were here.
c: it's not often a cat gets to talk to a dog
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's doctecazoid, just back from Hellmouth."
doctecazoid hears crickets
c: hey doc
c: i thought i'd be here all by myself tonight
c: just me since 6
doctecazoid: are we alone?
c: yep
doctecazoid: wow
c: just us and whoever reads chats
doctecazoid: this hasn't happened to me since 'm'
c: how are things in con?
doctecazoid: con is as con does
c: i notcied the archived chats weren't chats. are they being archived again now?
doctecazoid: work is being an especially grindy experience
c: i can see a lot of benefit in a lack of archives too
c: considering how i've babbled here over the years
doctecazoid: re archived chats: maybe, possibly ... would need to check with merl on that, he's the keeper of thechat system
c: went out and took pix for the first time in vancouver this year today
doctecazoid: you have 'tales of the old detective' yes?
c: really felt like summer. unfortunatlely i had on cords so i was far too hot
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'TheTweenthOfJulie', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
doctecazoid: re pix: cool
doctecazoid: hey twixt & tween
c: of course, doc. i have quoted from it often, including in the Guy Savoy section of Vegas FEb, which i'm sure you've read
doctecazoid: tween: you have 'tales of the old detective' yes?
c: hi julie. how's augustus?
c: some of the most important writing i've ever done.
doctecazoid: he's an august spirit - a head of his thyme
TheTweenthOfJulie: Is that part of the Nick Danger boxed set?
c: no, a much earlier austin cassette project
c: 95?
doctecazoid: c's got it wright
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
doctecazoid: circa 1995
TheTweenthOfJulie: It's cease's?
Merlyn: hey all
doctecazoid: hey merl
c: better cease's than thesis
c: hi merl. all is a bit of stretch
c: it was just me for the first 25 min
TheTweenthOfJulie: Then I do not have it. Please feel free to email a URL or the file, if you would
TheTweenthOfJulie: Hi Merl
||||||||| Dexter Fong steals in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Hey Friends
doctecazoid: hey dex
c: hi dex. back from vacation?
Dexter Fong: Hi Doc
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 9:29 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
c: hi poop
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: cough cough
Dexter Fong: and hey tween and Merlyn
c: i thought i was going to be here all by mysefl tonight. guess not
Dexter Fong: We could all leave if you want it that way
Principalpoop: me myself and I, that is 3 folks when you are alone c
doctecazoid: i must, uh, "freshen my drink" - back in a few
c: i thought you'd all died from the heat
c: or had your computers turned off to conserve energy
Principalpoop: nice thoughts there c
Dexter Fong: It has been *really* hot
Principalpoop: 100 again today, hotter tomorrow they say
Principalpoop: more ice doc
||||||||| 9:31 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Principalpoop: hi E
c: and elayne too
Elayne: I just got back from work, and godamighty, I'm hungry!
Elayne: Going to get some non-Laughing Cow cheese and some crackers. BRB
Principalpoop: let's eat, wait, where have I heard that before
c: i love laughing cow. funniest comercial i ever saw was for them.
c: johnny carson played it, not as a real commercail but to show how funny the french were.
Principalpoop: those funny french
Elayne: Back, with cheese and crackers and --- oh dear, cats.
Elayne: Go away Datsa, it's MINE ALL MINE
c: the comercail, as i recall, this is maybe 45 years ago, was cows with their legs animated, dancing to a laughing cow song
Principalpoop: get her cat, leaving you alone all day, attack
Elayne: So I hope everyone went on Monsieur Procmer's Facebook page and wished him a happy birthday.
TheTweenthOfJulie: Evenin' E
Elayne: PrinPoop, my cats are rarely alone, as Robin works at home.
Elayne: Hey Tween!
Principalpoop: i am a missingtrope
TheTweenthOfJulie: I emailed him, E
c: hey i spoke to ossman lask week. he told me they were doing gigs in kirkland in nov and then portland.
Principalpoop: it is not the same, you were not there...
doctecazoid: back - hey e
Merlyn: hey e
Elayne: Coolness, Cat!
Elayne: Hi Tom!
c: said many many offers are coming in from around the us but they cant afford to take them
Elayne: Hey Tom, would you and Lili like to have sushi with us at Palisades Center on Saturday?
Elayne: Or is that too far away?
Principalpoop: can they afford not to take them? that is the question...
c: he wants me to look into venues for vancouver. i think they can sell out a small venue here
Principalpoop: wait, who is tom now?
doctecazoid: enticing e - but short notice - let me check with lili
doctecazoid: she is asleep on the couch right now
Dexter Fong: samw as he was last time
Principalpoop: oh bernie, ok
Elayne: Sounds good, Tom. It's been too long since Robin and I have seen you.
Elayne: My life is lived on short notice these days. :)
doctecazoid: oddly, so is mine
Principalpoop: i don't like sushi, how about KFC?
c: i had a surprisingly poor lunch at what used to be my favret restaurant today
Elayne: KFC is tomorrow, PrinPoop.
TheTweenthOfJulie: Looks like Nino is getting a little of his powers back
Principalpoop: it was a joke, get it, I play dumb? a joke?
Elayne: Every time I go to the comic shop and then take the subway home, I stop at KFC a block away from the subway so I can bring some home to Robin.
Dexter Fong: How's that Tween?
Principalpoop: cool
Dexter Fong: Tween: The only one he can locate is Merlyn, his creator
Principalpoop: thanks double cool
TheTweenthOfJulie: Well, he can see Merlyn, if no one else
Merlyn: Nino seems to always know where I am, but nobody else
Merlyn: I still haven't checked much into what's wrong
Principalpoop: no, friday is fish, you are roming catholic right?
Merlyn: Faraday is fish
Elayne: Domini domini domini, you're all Catholic now!
Principalpoop: meet me on the promenade
Merlyn: No, Abe Vigoda was fish
doctecazoid: so my surgery date is set for august 12
doctecazoid: 2-3 wks recovery after
Elayne: OY, Tom! What now?
doctecazoid: e: prostate cancer
Principalpoop: cool, when do I get the wine and crackers?
Elayne: Oh Tom... I'm sorry, I had no idea! Good luck with the surgery.
c: i'm sure doc will eject that cancer so forcefully it will be afraid of him forever
Elayne: Here's hoping.
doctecazoid: e: thanks. they're using the davinci system, robotic/laprospopic - very precise
Principalpoop: i like those vigoda onions
c: only in the snese that "catholic" meant broadminded or liberal
doctecazoid: they're resurrcecting da vinci himself to supervise - so i'm in good hands
Principalpoop: vinnie vichy veeky or something like that
Dexter Fong: oui
c: as long as he brings his code
Principalpoop: lot of latin tonight, all you lovers
doctecazoid: and two pair of plans
Merlyn: it's a simple head code
Dexter Fong: and that cute little beret thingie he wore so provacatively
Elayne: LOL, TOm!
doctecazoid: we came, we saw, we concurred
c: there was a tv coroner in vancouver named davinci. i believe dex is quite fond of him
Elayne: My TV is in the coroner too.
doctecazoid: "leoardo da vinci, t.v. coroner" - i'd watch that show. discovery channel?
doctecazoid: e: LOL
Elayne: Works better than having it in the middle of the room.
Principalpoop: you are thinking of the slob from odd couple
Dexter Fong: CatL I am though his choice of headwear is rather prossaic
doctecazoid: the elephant in the room, in fact
doctecazoid: put it on a rotating platform
doctecazoid: theater in the round!
c: i remember when they used to be called "tv repairmen"
doctecazoid: tee-vee repairmen!
Principalpoop: do they still sell tvs? I thought they were all monitors now
doctecazoid: i knew someone from prossaic - nice town in new jersey
Dexter Fong: Poop: You want a lizard?
Elayne: They have to monitor the situation, PrinPoop.
Principalpoop: no, yes, wait
c: Fumiyo bought a blue ray player last week. they're cheap
Principalpoop: what kind?
Dexter Fong: Doc: So are all the *towns* in NJ
Elayne: I want a Blue Ray player that shoots real blue rays out of it.
c: her friends in japan are sending her dvds they've recorded off their tvs in blueray so we need one
Dexter Fong: Hence prosaic
c: toshiba
Principalpoop: i forget the name of the island
Elayne: Zap wayward kitties, and all that.
doctecazoid: dex: indeed
doctecazoid: c: yeah it's amazing how cheap some hi-tech devices are selling for these days
c: first thing i rented was Rango. really took advantage of the hdtv format with all his scales and such
Principalpoop: kimono? no that is a japanese benouse
doctecazoid: staples is running a back-to-school promo - 4gb usb stick for $5
Principalpoop: i saw that, omg
doctecazoid: that's a day's pay!
c: in china, yes
Merlyn: using PHP and cookies to keep track of daily voting gets pretty complicated
Dexter Fong: In China using surplus US Dollars
Merlyn: because you have to refresh the page to set the cookie, and refresh it AGAIN to see if the browser accepted the cookie...
Elayne: Are there any surplus US dollars left?
Merlyn: if they're surplus, are they cheaper?
Dexter Fong: E: Only in China
Merlyn: I'll pay top dollar for a dollar, at least 87 cents
Dexter Fong: Merl: You betcha
c: our dollar is far to high for my liking
doctecazoid: you can't even buy a fake dollar for that!
Dexter Fong: Why the plastic alone costs more than the bill
Elayne: THen don't send out the bill, Tom.
Elayne: I mean, Dex.
c: if my mother had the consciousness, she would be appalled at her choice to move here from la. her income is shrivelilng away like the witch in oz
doctecazoid: am i bill?
Elayne: Somebody must be Bill. Have you checked Afghanistan?
Dexter Fong: Dunno man, but Dave's not here
c: and they're all named bill
c: or at least, all billed
Principalpoop: have you checked the czeck?
c: he showed up before chat to tell us he wouldn't be chatting
Elayne: They don't take Bills, only Czechs.
Dexter Fong: Doc and all: While driving through rural New Jercey on the way Atalantic City, went through a little town Named Elmer
TheTweenthOfJulie: Yes, I have often thought that Billville was in fact a reference to the corporatization of our lives
doctecazoid: we'll have to tale a pole regarding the czechs
doctecazoid: dex: wow' elmer exists - kewel
Dexter Fong: I'd rather pole some tail
Principalpoop: the lady of the night who did not know she had been raped until the check bounced...
TheTweenthOfJulie: But is that germaine to the argument?
Elayne: Wow, PrinPoop, congratulations, that's inappropriate on at least two levels.
Dexter Fong: I think it's prussian nough
Principalpoop: everything is commodities, buy and sell
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:58 PM, dragging llanwydd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Principalpoop: i was answering tween not you E, but that works
Elayne: Evenin' Llan!
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
llanwydd: oh, these guys. I almost forgot
Principalpoop: saved by llan, thanks guy
doctecazoid: either by llan or by see
Elayne: Not the point, Prin.
c: hi llan. how's the acting biz?
Principalpoop: i warned you I am working on being a missingtrope
Elayne: I'm nigh unto exhausted. Tom, drop me an email to let me know about Saturday. I'm at the Same Old Place.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c: by el
Elayne: Night, all. If Proctor shows please wish him a hippo birdie from me.
Merlyn: bye E
Principalpoop: get her cat, while she is weak, attack
Dexter Fong: Night E
||||||||| At 10:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
c: will do
Principalpoop: night E
llanwydd: finallly got my ambien again and I'm feeling better
||||||||| doctecazoid leaves to catch the 10:01 PM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| doctecazoid enters at 10:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
doctecazoid: oops - i'm here, gone, here...
Dexter Fong: Night D & E
c: better is good
Principalpoop: i agree, better is better
||||||||| 10:02 PM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (10:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: nite D&F
||||||||| At 10:02 PM, Merlyn hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| 10:03 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
c: is everyone leaving and returning?
Principalpoop: the chat is flinging people out and in
doctecazoid is a fan of ambien music
Dexter Fong: Got stuck in the loading zone and had to pull the old NY shuffle
c: it seems to be angry at us
Merlyn: I can jump on the bandwagon
||||||||| Principalpoop is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:03 PM.
llanwydd: I haven't seen that norwegiean wood stuff since I've been in FL
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
doctecazoid: in my case: clicked 'Exit' in error
Principalpoop: i did it too, did not need to
Merlyn: how'd I go out the door and come out of the closet?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps it's Nino showing us he's pissed off his locating powers are down
doctecazoid: El Nino
c: jim morrison was gay?
doctecazoid: c: no, he was depressed
Dexter Fong: If you say so Cat
Merlyn: How can Nino tell where we are when we keep running in & out?
c: that's what merl just said. a door, coming out of the closet
Dexter Fong: GPS Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Maybe it's Ray manzarak
c: well part of his name is man
Dexter Fong: man = Ray = Man, Ray
c: its pride week in vancouver. i was downtown today and it's at its gayest
doctecazoid: i don't know why i didn't realize before: pink hotel burns down was the precursor of eat or be eaten
doctecazoid: sometimes i'm a little slow on the uptake
doctecazoid had misplaced his copy of the pink hotel burns down cd, just reloacted it this past weekend
c: have you seen the pix man ray took of kiki?
doctecazoid: c: i can imagine!
Dexter Fong: Yeah Doc, and there was of cour'se Pyst
c: i have the casstte doc, bought it from lodestone, or its predecessor
doctecazoid: habitue of sunset strip?
doctecazoid: dex: yeah - pyst - great piece of work
c: yes odc, you really should have reallized that
doctecazoid: c: i have the cd - one of the later lodestone releases
c: i have pyst but never saw myst, so....
||||||||| llanwydd departs at 10:08 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: i was relactated intolerant
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 10:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: what?
doctecazoid: myst was like pyst, but without the humor - and very opaque, as in "what do i do to get to the next screen?"
llanwydd: I'm back
||||||||| Principalpoop is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:09 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (10:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: short for british columbian ganja
Principalpoop: cool
doctecazoid: i asked the guys if they thought martian space party and the eykiw movie would ever see a dvd release, for sale in the firesale store...
doctecazoid: response: we hope so!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TheTweenthOfJulie - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctecazoid: the license plate frames will be on sale in firesale soon
Dexter Fong: Meaning perhaps, "But I sure as shit ain't gonna do it"?
Merlyn: probably just rights problems, Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey-a Doc!!! When they about to be selling speedy motah cruiser
llanwydd: whaz real
Principalpoop: reality is a crutch
doctecazoid: "speedy motah cruisah" - some assembly required, batteries not included.
Dexter Fong: How about a WW2 DUCK?
Dexter Fong: I could use 3 dozen, schrapnel inhalers too
doctecazoid: ww2 a duck?
doctecazoid: ww2 not a chicken?
Principalpoop: Why a duck?
Dexter Fong: Poop: TO land the troops on the beachheads
c: it rhymes with fuck
Dexter Fong: no jokes about beach heas
Principalpoop: use the viaduct
doctecazoid: talulah beachhead?
||||||||| llanwydd leaves at 10:15 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: Dahling
Principalpoop: on the penis ula
c: is mz beach still giving head?
c: best teacher i ever....
doctecazoid: you can bank on it
Principalpoop: talulah and mahalla and esmerelda
: ...
Dexter Fong: So a rather amusing play about Talulah and the famous afternoon she took 2 days to voiceover 3 lines
doctecazoid: valhalla
||||||||| 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 TheTweenthOfJulie plummets into the garden at 10:16 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'llanwydd', just granted probation at 10:16 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Saw
||||||||| "Hey llanwydd!" ... llanwydd turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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 gets out at 10:17 PM.
||||||||| "Hey llanwydd!" ... llanwydd turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'llanwydd', just granted probation at 10:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
TheTweenthOfJulie: Hey LL
Principalpoop: steady
doctecazoid: it's like the proverbial revolving door tonight
Merlyn: llan is stuck in the revolving door
Dexter Fong: Talk about your crazy monkey
Merlyn: maybe it's the revolting door
Dexter Fong: Quick, get out the closet
doctecazoid: john revolta
Merlyn: if you push a revolving door hard enough, will it fall over?
c: if any of you were here in the irc days, it was often like this
Principalpoop: the door finally rising up against the oppressive ahh door users
c: netquake i think it was called
Dexter Fong: afk fr
Merlyn: a door with constant revolutions
c: i'm no more pro-verbs than i am pro-nouns
c: isnt that what jefferson,& mao wanted?
c: permanent revolution?
Principalpoop: what about adjectives?
Merlyn: round and round she goes, hey hey babe, we're on the wheel again
doctecazoid: earlier today lili sent me one of the bulwer-lytton "dishonorable mentions" ...
doctecazoid: She gazed smolderingly at the mysterious rider, his body cloaked in enough shining black leather to outfit an Italian furniture store, wrapped so tightly each muscle stood out like a flamboyant Mexican hairdresser at an Alabamian monster truck rally; and he met her gaze with an intensity that couldn't have been matched by even a starving junkyard dog in the meat aisle of a suburban supermarket.
||||||||| At 10:20 PM, llanwydd hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: just let shine, within your mind, and show you the colors, that are real
Merlyn: I had a dishonorable B-L entry in 1999
c: essence of austin, at fine perfumeries everywhere
Principalpoop: not bad that
Principalpoop: M, say it ain't so
doctecazoid: nice merl - i may have known that, but since forgotten
c: were you dishonorably discharged?
Merlyn: Here it is: "So far this year, Cary Yamanaka's skill in karate had netted him three trophies--two bowling, one golf."
Principalpoop: hehe
doctecazoid: merl: LOL
TheTweenthOfJulie: lol Merlyn
Merlyn: got that idea when I worked at Rosemount, Cary Yamanaka was my manager and he had some karate trophies, he judges karate contests too
TheTweenthOfJulie: You've seen the karate movie parody "They Call Me Bruce"?
TheTweenthOfJulie: You've seen the karate movie parody "They Call Me Bruce"?
Principalpoop: no
Merlyn: but online they got my name wrong as "briant westley"
Dexter Fong: Rosemount? Were you a Nun, Merlyn
Principalpoop: no
TheTweenthOfJulie: Hmmm, there's an echo in the javascript
Merlyn: just a programmer
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:24 PM, then departs.
doctecazoid: and of course there's "a fistful of yen" from kentucky fried movie
Principalpoop: wb llan
c: it sounds like a duckman rif, merl. the dweezil character win trophies, for killiing fewer people than in the last event
Dexter Fong: Novitiate and Mother (bleeper)
c: just change your first name to kobe and dunk it, merl
TheTweenthOfJulie: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0084786/
c: uh, mr. briant
c: from the Coolio Running episode, for those who know their Duckman
Dexter Fong: lol Cat, nice recovery
doctecazoid: speaking of dweezil: mark and janet are taking lili & me to go see him and his band play frank's music - tomorrow night, klein museum, bridgeport
Dexter Fong: That'l be really interesting Doc
c: good for you doc. i hear he's very authentic
c: i remember mark and janet fondly
Dexter Fong: Did you say autistic?
doctecazoid: we're looking forward to it for sure - we're both long time zappa fans
Dexter Fong: Doc: You a STEELY dan fan?
Principalpoop: did you say fondling?
doctecazoid: dex: oh mais oui
doctecazoid: turned my dad onto them last year - he really likes them now
Dexter Fong: You can fondle some of the poeple some of the time but you can fondle me forever babe
Dexter Fong: My son saw them not too long ago, says they are killin'
Principalpoop: I never fongled anybody
c: i believe i heard that in vegas, dex
doctecazoid: dex: yeah from all indications he really does justice to frank's legacy
c: i would rather rent than steel, dan
Dexter Fong: 'bnout the Dan?
c: doc, thats what the reviews said when he played here
Dexter Fong: So, who's gonna pick up Amy Winehouse's torch and carry on
doctecazoid: adele?
Dexter Fong: What drugs is she using doc?
Principalpoop: one of the hard lemonade people
doctecazoid: i think she's high on life, dex?
Dexter Fong: She can't touch Amy then
c: borne? again?
doctecazoid: i guess it depends on which torch we're talking about
Dexter Fong: Amy is one of the 27 club
doctecazoid: dex: yes - many famous live fast die young members
c: the choice of achilles, doc.
c: or robert johnson's cross roads
doctecazoid: he was such a heel that guy was
Principalpoop: fanny finny fishy
Dexter Fong: All 27 - Jimi, Janice, that guitar player from the stones that died in a swimming pool, morrison, hank williams, charlie parker, mozart, liberace
c: the hellenes loved him
c: charlie parker lived into his 40s, as i recall
Dexter Fong: And so did the Cretans
doctecazoid: ok gang, time for me to hit the sack - it's been an exceptionally gruelling week, sprint to the finnish line tomorrow - ttfn ttyl
c: read a book about miles and trane recently and they talked about bird being too stoned to work with
doctecazoid: c u next wk if i can make it - nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....................
Dexter Fong: Sorry Cat, I guess I owe you a motie...here it is =))
Principalpoop: liberace was older than 27, wasn't he?
c: keep em flying, doc
Principalpoop: night doc
||||||||| doctecazoid is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:35 PM.
Merlyn: nite doc
Dexter Fong: Nite doc
llanwydd: No, you can address it to me. It's no problem
c: i think he had the liver of a 27-year old. which he paid dearly for
Dexter Fong: Gang: I guess I kinda exagerated near the end there
Principalpoop: he was 67, that is a different club
c: the one firesign piece i was able to play on japanese national radio was that list of dissappeared species, socks, singers, etc
c: only 7 ytears older than me?
c: i heard interview with richard lewis with marc maron recently. lewis was ging on and on about how old he was, how long he'd been in comedy
c: but he's only 3 years older than me. that's not old at all
Principalpoop: his new schtick
Dexter Fong: Richard lewis is a hypochondriac, personally and professionaly
c: people have been payiing him for 41 years to do that.
c: now that he's off the sauce, he's the big ad man for sobriety
Dexter Fong: and people have been paying religions for thousands of years to tell them lies
c: kind of annoying, but i never followed him
Principalpoop: like the drunk at the roasts, same gig for years and years
c: i thikn i saw him on carson a few times, that was enough
c: your country is doing it now more than ever, if that is possible
c: canada is bad enough.
Principalpoop: it is not lies, it is being creative
Dexter Fong: We're number one!!!!
Dexter Fong: Of course, that may be a lie also
c: between our two right wing govts (your leg), we are probably sending the climate into such violent (for us) stages only the richest of earthlings will survive. and they dont care
Principalpoop: foster brooks, google, the failing minds helping hand
c: its a biblical parable, or aesop, or some babylonian in the face of the collape that that civilization
c: maybe edgar allen poe in the depths of opium withdrawl
Principalpoop: optimism, that is what we need
Dexter Fong: So see your eye doctor today!
Principalpoop: i can spell opthalmology
c: i got a post card from my eye doctor yest. she needs the business.
Principalpoop: she used tiny font?
c: but my eyes are certainly deteriorating
Dexter Fong: Is the type in decreasing size? Can you read the third line?
Principalpoop: hold it at arms length and close each eye
c: you can google it, but i recall a Peanuts character saying he/she wanted to be an opthalmologist.
c: a funny word, in a comc stirp
Dexter Fong: Tiny Font? I used to dance under that name
c: i thikn it was when sally had an eye patch
Dexter Fong: Ah...The Pirate stage eh?
Dexter Fong: they all go thru it
Principalpoop: arghhh
Merlyn: tiny is the font of all knowledge
Dexter Fong: I wore a Pirate outfit when i was tiny Font. The hook was a little uncomfortable but it kept the gropers away
Dexter Fong: It also attracted a lot of them too
Principalpoop: Tiny Tim warned us about the ice burgs melting
Dexter Fong: Howzat?
Principalpoop: he sang so, the iceburgs are melting, the tide is coming in, to wash away the sin
Dexter Fong: Poop?
Principalpoop: a hit song, after tiptoe
Dexter Fong: Hardly seem all that Xmassy
Merlyn: hey, see you people next week or something
Principalpoop: be it M
Dexter Fong: Oh!Not Dickens
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn
c: did someone say sangria?
c: by merl
Principalpoop: what? oh no, not that tiny tim
c: i forgot to ask merl if he was going to kirkland
Dexter Fong: There will be asangria
Principalpoop: the one who got married on carson
Merlyn: I'm still here cat, I still don't know
Dexter Fong: I believe he died before his wife, Doc Severinson
c: not one of our beloved chat members, who you can hear on RedShift when it gets back online
c: i'm not sure either, merl
Merlyn: depends on the date and maybe other FT dates and so on
||||||||| "10:51 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
c: i told ossman i'd go, but who knows?
Dexter Fong: Merlyn needs to open a west coast office
Principalpoop: the shadow knows
c: too bad the lads dont play the east coast so the rest of chatr could see them more often
Dexter Fong: Not just the chatters Cat
Dexter Fong: Most of the rest of the country
c: of course, dex.
c: ossie said he's overwhelmed with offers, but not economic guarantees
Principalpoop: ahh, the old days, get in a van and go, get gas money from hitchikers and roll drunks
c: thier attempt to produce themselves in past few tours here hasn't been as succesfful as was hoped
Dexter Fong: lol poop
c: it was like that in their earliest days, poop. but they're MUCH OLDER now
Principalpoop: tough trying to find gas stations that accept social security checks hehe
Dexter Fong: Three hours driving in a van and they'd all be all bent over in the drawers
c: and oddly, not much richer than they were then
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not so odd in retrospect
Principalpoop: do any of them tweet?
Principalpoop: need to get the tweeters following them
c: it's painfuly ironic, for me, that bergman began in radio at a fund raiser for kpfk in 66, and has fallen to be a fund raiser for his own pod cast now
Principalpoop: become a happening, or whatever they call it now
c: i dont thikn he appreeciates the irony. i would have brought it up with ossman, but i'm, glad i didnt
c: bergamn coined the term "love in" which he never stops reminding everyone of
TheTweenthOfJulie: ...
Principalpoop: he should contacting metamucil and depends and such to sell those items, sell out already
Dexter Fong: Flomax
Dexter Fong: Polygrip
Principalpoop: i am not old enough to even to know what that is, perfect probably
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c: not being old is good too. worked for me
Dexter Fong: Poop; How many times a night do you get up and go to the bathroom
Principalpoop: once in a while, not every night yet
Dexter Fong: Well, at least you leave the bed
c: lol
Principalpoop: you did not ask that hehehe
Dexter Fong: I did....in a subtle way
c: getting up and going to the bathroom at your place was one of the scariest things that ever happened to me, dex
Principalpoop: subtle and fong in the same sentence, does not compute
Dexter Fong: And why would that be Cat?
Dexter Fong: We always leave a light on
Principalpoop: he might go in the wrong room and give you a golden shower hehehe
c: it was like the rosemary's baby ref in the hour hour story proctor tells about being in the wrong place in new york when he was making that flick here
Dexter Fong: That really doesn't explain it
Principalpoop: what is scary is that you would ask for more, and he cannot do it on command lol
c: i showed you the satanic occurence the follwing morning, you didnt have the right salve
c: when we drove back from per se, remember i complained about how full i was?
Dexter Fong: Ah yes....chafing perhpas
c: exactly. the wet weather/heat, i suspect. the same has happend to me in wet/hot japan
Principalpoop: take a powder talcolm
c: it looked like i'd just given birth to a new nipple on my stomache. grosser than shit
Dexter Fong: This is talcolm tuggeridge
c: i'll avoid humid climes from here on. it's never like that here
Principalpoop: stomach is not bad, could be in much worse places hehe
Dexter Fong: 50% more lactating power
c: well i did over-eat. what could i expect? you always pay for it
Principalpoop: anyway, the guys need to sell out, hawk diapers and catheters and whatever
Dexter Fong: It was asubtley small massive amount of food
c: ok, i've been to nyc in late may and late sept. is there a better time, or is erverything in flux now?
c: by my standards. and heat makes me eat less, though we did walk enough to give me a good appetitie for what we ate
c: also in the sumnmer in 64. hot but i'm from la then, didnt notice it
Dexter Fong: I'd say October. Could be a cold spell, but often pleasantly warm in the day and cool and crisp at night
c: poop, to sell out, they need buyers
c: yeah oct is not bad here, though jacket-needing
c: pretty leaves
Dexter Fong: And to get buyers, they need serious promotion
Principalpoop: stop ranting about the war on ipod, and get on their knees in the marketing offices
c: you have no idea when you're coming this direction, i gather
Dexter Fong: Looking towards the fall Cat
c: f may go to hungary in sept, i may go to la next feb
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: fong, on the move
Principalpoop: c on the move
Dexter Fong: Cat, a flurry of movement
c: if the right things happen, yes, poop. but i've travelled a lot recently and am delighted to be home
c: weather in van as good as it gets
c: now
Dexter Fong: You mean...no summer?
c: just started. i needed shorts when i was shooting downtown today. heavy cords just didnt make it
c: it was supposed to be 23 but it felt hotter. much better here in north van.
Dexter Fong: I don't like heavy cords either...I prefer either silk thongs or wet rawhide
Principalpoop: oh you fong giggle giggle
Dexter Fong: Iblike where you're placed that third bnipple
c: i was reading something about wearing silk when i had lunch at market today,, sweating prorfusely until my cooling apricot mojiio arrived.
c: it sounded great
||||||||| Outside, the 11:14 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: I've got a few silk shirts....very comfortable in hot weather
c: i ordered warm prawns with peaches, but it turned out to be a peach sauce overwhelmed by horse radish,
Principalpoop: wb llan
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
c: i should get one for a day like today
c: and it was only about 80 F
c: way hot for us
Dexter Fong: Okay Dear Friends, it's outta here and into a stuffy car
Principalpoop: as they make their way across the universe, hail rita
c: and the apricot clogged the straw in the mojito which never blended the mint with the apricot as well as i expected
Dexter Fong: Night all, see yah next week
Principalpoop: the bus, have a good week
c: ok dex. i know that car and how stuffy it is
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:16 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..."
c: off we flow
||||||||| c rushes off, saying "11:16 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
llanwydd: I keep being redirected to google
TheTweenthOfJulie: ...
TheTweenthOfJulie: Until last time, again... be well and happy my firefriends
||||||||| At 11:23 PM, TheTweenthOfJulie dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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."

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