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 September 08, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies smurre inside, makes a note of the time (5:09 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 5:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| smurre - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Son of Firesign tiptoes in around 9:37 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Son of Firesign: Life is a highway, Catherwood, drive it all night long.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Son of Firesign and inquires "Did you want something?"
Son of Firesign: Deliver this anchovy and hold the pizza, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign
||||||||| At 9:39 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Son of Firesign!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Son of Firesign', just granted probation at 9:39 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Son of Firesign: http://vevo.ly/h94GO0
||||||||| "Hey Son of Firesign!" ... Son of Firesign turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:39 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny tiptoes in around 9:53 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 10:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and cease gets out at 8:44 PM.
cease: instead of being here tonight, i'm savouring some tuna tempura in an eatery far from my computer. hope chat is as enjoyable
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Quadrotweenia', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Quadrotweenia: Hi cease
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 08, 2011 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
Quadrotweenia: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: What's doin Tween
Quadrotweenia: Not much. Finally got a break in the weather. Now only in the 90's. You've heard about the fires of course
Quadrotweenia: How about you?
Dexter Fong: Yes...East coast is getting all the rain, Texas not getting
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "llanwydd should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as llanwydd enters and sits on the divan.
llanwydd: how's everybody?
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Quadrotweenia: The precipitation has not exactly been evenly distributed
llanwydd: what the hell am I sitting on?!
Quadrotweenia: I shall have to complain to the management
Quadrotweenia: Hey LL
llanwydd: I didn't hear about the fires, tween
llanwydd: ticonderoga and areas near it in vt really got hit hard by the hurricane
llanwydd: it hardly even touched florida
Quadrotweenia: http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-texas-fires-20110909,0,2441045.story
Quadrotweenia: Yeah, I heard a bunch of communities in Vermont were cut off
llanwydd: I clicked on the link, tween but it sent me back here
llanwydd: I thought that situation would improve when I got broadband
Quadrotweenia: huh? Didn't open in your browser?
llanwydd: it opened for a moment and then I got redirected back here
llanwydd: love your moniker, tween
Quadrotweenia: http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/blotter/entries/2011/09/08/1386_homes_destroyed_in_bastro.html
Quadrotweenia: I just revisited the Quadrophenia album for my most recent Roadkill Show :)
llanwydd: I was able to look at that link
llanwydd: estimated 1400 homeless. that's pretty bad
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn in through the front door at 9:24 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: Hey Merlyn
Quadrotweenia: It's bad. That's not homeless. That's destroyed HOUSES
Merlyn: hey
Quadrotweenia: Hey Merl
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
llanwydd: Cat and Dex haven't said anything since I came in but they have managed to keep the grey out
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:25 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
llanwydd: they must be taking that GABA stuff
Quadrotweenia: Hi P
Dexter Fong: llan: Cat's away for dinner
llanwydd: Hey Principalpppopppplikncinci
Principalpoop: anybody vouching for me?
llanwydd: whatever
Merlyn: links in chat should have target=_blank, which gets a new window/tab
Principalpoop: ciao llan, comme sta?
Merlyn: and that one does
llanwydd: catherwood just called you an idiot, princ
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to llanwydd and asks "Would you like something?"
Principalpoop: hi m, are those your cues?
Merlyn: hey pp
llanwydd: I wouldn't take that
Quadrotweenia: That's what it does in FF 6 Merlyn
Principalpoop: idiot is one of the nicer things people call me, I will take it
llanwydd: lol
Quadrotweenia: hehe
llanwydd: yes and they must be dry by now
Merlyn: new window Q, or messes up?
Principalpoop: what does what in FF 6?
Quadrotweenia: No, it works properly (adds a tab)
Merlyn: ok tx
llanwydd: I wouldn't know an ff6 from an ak47
Principalpoop: i wanted a fresca
Merlyn: llan, can you force a link into a new window?
llanwydd: I used to love fresca. I haven't seen it in years
Principalpoop: right click the link and choose new window, maybe
llanwydd: I wish I knew, Merl
Quadrotweenia: The Firefox web browser, Llan
Quadrotweenia: I highly recommend it
Principalpoop: somebody put a link
Quadrotweenia: All sorts of great security add-ons
llanwydd: it's probably one of the many things I can't do with msntv2
llanwydd: I keep getting messages that say I need adobe flash player and other things
Merlyn: hmm ok llan
llanwydd: I'm looking for a laptop
Dexter Fong: To sit on?
Principalpoop: install adobe flash player then, oops, don't do that lol
Principalpoop: flash player is 10,0000 dollars
llanwydd: LOL, Dex
Quadrotweenia: http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/blotter/entries/2011/09/08/1386_homes_destroyed_in_bastro.html
llanwydd: that's a lot of money, princ
Dexter Fong: and a lot of zeroes
Quadrotweenia: That's a lot of dead presidents
Principalpoop: you can pay by month, for eternity
Principalpoop: link opened fine for me, almost 2000 homes, poor people :(
Quadrotweenia: Yeah, it's a real mess
Principalpoop: michell bachman and Fallwell should mention god is trying to tell rick perry something
llanwydd: wonder what mr ishikawa is having
Dexter Fong: Poop: A little taste of hell?
Quadrotweenia: Like what, P?
Quadrotweenia: Did you see the 'debate'?
llanwydd: that michelle bachman is a real piece of work
Dexter Fong: lolan: Shrimp tempura
Principalpoop: i have no idea, I dont think god uses weather and fire to talk to us lol
Dexter Fong: llan
Quadrotweenia: Ah, you mean the fires
Quadrotweenia: Well, if they were all Perry supporters, that would be one thing
Principalpoop: We have a modern society, not enough land for honest hardworking people to just farm to suppor their familes
llanwydd: how are clem and bambi doing? anybody heard from them?
Principalpoop: need jobs, without jobs, the goverment must step up to the plate
llanwydd: I called a friend of mine in VT a little while ago and he got hit hard
Principalpoop: the repugs and libertarians are simply wrong
llanwydd: main streets near him were washed out
Quadrotweenia: They're fine LL
llanwydd: good news
Quadrotweenia: Sorry P, I'm a Ron Paul fan
llanwydd: I like ron, too
Dexter Fong: I'm a Ron POPIEL fan
llanwydd: if I belonged to any political party I'd be a libertarian
llanwydd: lol, dex
Quadrotweenia: lol Dex
Quadrotweenia: The Pocket President?
Principalpoop: Ron Paul, is that the transvestite?
llanwydd: LOL
Dexter Fong: Possibly
llanwydd: you are probably thinking of ru paul
llanwydd: that's funny
Principalpoop: i have seen his show surfing the tv, never stopped and watched
llanwydd: I can't see him running
Dexter Fong: I can see him running, he's almost outta sight
llanwydd: somehow I don't think the electoral college would allow him to win
Quadrotweenia: Ron Paul may be 'liberated', but not in that way P ;)
Principalpoop: in those high heals? no way
Principalpoop: Ru and Ron, sitting in a tree
llanwydd: it would rather alter the PI of the presidency
Principalpoop: i usually like pauls
llanwydd: LOL, Princ
Dexter Fong: PI?
llanwydd: public image
Dexter Fong: Ron Paul is a black rapper?
Principalpoop: ru paul wearing a black wrapper
Dexter Fong: Oh that;s public enemy
llanwydd: I'm just imagining FDR in lingerie
Principalpoop: hoover was ahh, twisted
Dexter Fong: LLan: Wrong chat
Principalpoop: but come on now, millions of people looking for work, are they are all just bums, who don't want to support their families
Principalpoop: through no fault of their own, no jobs, come on now....
llanwydd: I predict that cat will rejoin us very near 22:00
Principalpoop: ok ok, I am just grrrr, i will lighten up
Quadrotweenia: That doesn't mean the government is the answer, P
Principalpoop: sure it is
Dexter Fong: You got a better option Tween?
Quadrotweenia: They've already printed more money than they'll ever be able to pay back
Principalpoop: that is the only avenue we have control of
Quadrotweenia: Una momento
llanwydd: I only watched obama's speech because he pre-empted jeopardy
Principalpoop: ross perot claimed that nonsense, and we had a surplus before clinton left office, get serious
Quadrotweenia: http://blog.mises.org/17255/job-creation-101/
Quadrotweenia: Different times, P
Principalpoop: how much longer before the job creators start creating? what are they waiting for?
Quadrotweenia: The banks haven't been lending money. It's complicated
Principalpoop: it has been many years now, what are they waiting for?
Principalpoop: BS
Principalpoop: banks are making big profits
llanwydd: I got a loan recently
Principalpoop: they have capital to lend, why not?
Quadrotweenia: If they do release all the cash the government gave them, it will cause serious inflation
llanwydd: not a big loan but it wasn't difficult
Quadrotweenia: Yes, or little 'cronie capitalism' system is destroying the economy
Principalpoop: a no win situation, jobs or inflation? this system is f cked up then
Quadrotweenia: We're talking about industrial development, LL, not consumer credit
llanwydd: I guess I missed that
Principalpoop: wages low, or no jobs, I wonder why consumer buying is weak?
Principalpoop: a viscious cycle
Quadrotweenia: They want consumers to buy stuff
Principalpoop: of course, demand will increase the demand for supply
Quadrotweenia: The Austrian Economics people call it The Business Cycle, P
Dexter Fong: Speeaking of low wages, almost all the jobs PERRY CLAIMS TO HAVE "created" are so low paying that all he's done is create a bunch of working poor who can hardl;y make ends meet
Principalpoop: suppliers expand, hiring more people and a good cycle starts
Quadrotweenia: You'll not find me defending Perry, but a lot of really good jobs have been created as well
Dexter Fong: Tween; No a lot, maybe a few
Principalpoop: we need to prime that pump, but the richest are doing fine, they don't anything changed
Quadrotweenia: It's government interference that causes te booms and busts, they will tell you
Dexter Fong: who they?
Dexter Fong: Repugs etc?
Quadrotweenia: We've had two 'stimulus packages' already, P. What went wrong?
Quadrotweenia: The Austrian Economists (Libertarians), Dex
Principalpoop: so we must trust the unelected heads of companies for the economy of america? they are just folks too
Principalpoop: the jobs are going up, not fast enough
Principalpoop: unemployment benefits did keep people from moving under highway bridge
Dexter Fong: Our economic model is broken Tween, How do you explain market crash of ;29 when there were almost no governmental restraints
Principalpoop: we need economic speed limits and load limits just like for our roads, or disaster happens
Principalpoop: not rocket science
Dexter Fong: Sounds good poop, speed limit of 4 dollars an hour sound good?
Principalpoop: the banks will cheat too, and market corrects crush the little people
Principalpoop: a million dollars a year is enough for anybody, anything over that is given to the government
Quadrotweenia: http://www.nationaljournal.com/politics/behind-the-miracle-what-kinds-of-jobs-has-texas-created--20110829
Principalpoop: i cannot imagine 1 million dollars
||||||||| 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 Elayne falls out at 9:58 PM.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: hi E, I have a site for you
Elayne: Damn, that wind is fierce...
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
Principalpoop: http://atomicagecinema.com/
Quadrotweenia: The Libertarians have a very different view of the Great Depression, Dex
Quadrotweenia: Hey E
Dexter Fong: I'm sure they do =))
Merlyn: hi E
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Nice full house. Cat's away from keyboard?
Elayne: And I miss Fran and Jimmy Lee, hope they're okay.
Merlyn: I'm doing other things so I might not see stuff meant for me
Principalpoop: i hear he is eating
Elayne: And Tom and Lili??
||||||||| 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 doctecazoid disembarks at 10:00 PM.
llanwydd: I tried that link and got it for about a second before I was sent back here again
Elayne: Thanks Dex!
doctecazoid: just me - lili is crashed out on the couch
llanwydd: Hi Doc
Elayne: Ah, there he is - hi Tom! How are you feelingb?
Dexter Fong: Elayne summoned DOc!!!
Principalpoop: right click it, and open it in another window maybe, if you can
Elayne: Love to Lili!!
Elayne: I tend to do that, Dex. :)
Principalpoop: cough cough, the doctor is in
doctecazoid: thanks
doctecazoid pokes and prods himself
doctecazoid: i feel fine
Elayne: Ooh, that sounds painful, Tom.
Quadrotweenia: http://www.lewrockwell.com/murphy/murphy155.html
llanwydd: I made biriyani for dinner
Dexter Fong: I;m prod to be a poked man
Elayne: Clean bill of health, in Billville?
Principalpoop: the flute player biriyani?
Elayne: Sounds tasty, Llan.
llanwydd: a bump with a name
doctecazoid: well, actually there is still a good deal of residual tenderness that ratchets up to pain once every other day or so
Elayne: How long are you able to sit?
Dexter Fong: and there's times for using dem
Principalpoop: ok, no playing horsey on my knee yet, drat
Quadrotweenia: http://www.lewrockwell.com/paul/paul479.html
doctecazoid: generally, most of the work day
llanwydd: no, it's rice with garam masala, frozen peas, cashews, onions, garlic...
Quadrotweenia: Hi Doc
doctecazoid: hey qt
doctecazoid: i am taking a break from working on a download system for the firesign site
Elayne: That's good news, Tom.
Principalpoop: so get rid of lanes and speed limits in the name of freedom? come on now....
doctecazoid: the guys want to sell mp3 downloads of some of their older shows
Principalpoop: that is BS and I am sick of it
doctecazoid: and to maximize profits, they would like it if the downloads were handled directly through the site instead of some third party
doctecazoid: it's an interesting problem - google searches have pointed me in the right direction in terms of how to code it
Quadrotweenia: The lane thing would seem mildly unwise, P;)
Principalpoop: the people dont need nannys to tell them how to drive, or run a business
Principalpoop: get the government out of the way is what people say, right?
Quadrotweenia: I certainly agree with the second part
Elayne: Sounds like a conundrum, Tom. Good luck with it.
Principalpoop: why for the second part???
Principalpoop: companies worked people to death at the lowest wages, until we had laws
doctecazoid: it's a conundrum wrapped in an enigma - shrouded in a mystery -
Quadrotweenia: Well, there's an even larger issue of the Federal Governemnt's place in the scheme of things.
||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 10:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Quadrotweenia: The regulatory system is a hideous joke
Quadrotweenia: Hey Bun
llanwydd: you don't need a nanny to tell you how to run a business. that needs no explanation
Bunnyboy: Schweddy Balls!
Principalpoop: right, people need jobs and money to survive now, not like the old days...
llanwydd: hi bunnyboy
Bunnyboy: durn voluntary Tourette's...
doctecazoid: like i say, i found a couple of sources for coding ideas and examples - it really isn't all that hard - but there are a number of pieces to the puzzle. i am attacking each piece one at a time
llanwydd: that sounds like a quote from JFK, doc
Quadrotweenia: That's a hilarious SNL skit, Bun
llanwydd: the movie
Principalpoop: huh llan? let them hire kids that can fit in the mines? and eat less? use less air?
doctecazoid: i heard about that - shweddy balls ice cream LOL
Quadrotweenia: Sounds like interesting work, Doc
doctecazoid: ben & jerry's
Bunnyboy: Tween: And now...a new Ben and Jerry's flavor!
llanwydd: you said it, princ. I only quoted you
doctecazoid: qt: well, it keeps me off the streets trying to break into cars and such ... :D
Quadrotweenia: It was a holiday confection
Bunnyboy: The kids fighting over it: "Get away from my Schweddy Balls!"
Quadrotweenia: Yikes, Bun... nooo thanks
Bunnyboy: Every day is a holiday.
Quadrotweenia: lol
Dexter Fong: on Ice
Principalpoop: ahh ok, never argue with a crazy man
Dexter Fong: apropos - afkfr
Bunnyboy: My imitation of a parrot with Tourette's Syndrome: *ahem*
Bunnyboy: "Pieces o'Shit! Pieces o'Shit!"
doctecazoid: bb: LOL
Bunnyboy: thenk yew
Quadrotweenia: You've seen the Bill Murray movie "What About Bob?"
Quadrotweenia: Hilarious
doctecazoid: classic
Principalpoop: I see how many people work on farms now quad, I am not misinformed
Quadrotweenia: What About Bob - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103241/
llanwydd: what the hell has gotten into you tonight, Principi
Quadrotweenia: The Tourette's Syndrome scenes are great
Dexter Fong: An overdose of reality llan
Quadrotweenia: P thinks I am an evil capitalist pig
Principalpoop: exactly fong
Bunnyboy: Tween: I don't buy that...but you do!
Principalpoop: nothing wrong with capitalism or selfishness, but there are limits or it is sociopathic
Bunnyboy: What's wrong with being social?
Principalpoop: it is sociopathic to say millions of people should just suck it up
Principalpoop: quick, start me on something else, I am ranting lol
doctecazoid: http://www.ribbonfarm.com/2009/10/07/the-gervais-principle-or-the-office-according-to-the-office/
llanwydd: new subject: the pope's karma. discuss
Bunnyboy: Poop is tagging Tween as a Randian? Oooooh...
Elayne: Sorry, had to run for a moment, back now. What did I miss?
Principalpoop: oh nick, you are such a tool
Dexter Fong: The Teabags?
doctecazoid: discuss
Quadrotweenia: lol
Bunnyboy: El: Virtual fistfight.
Elayne: Schweddy balls, that's about it, right? Well, that's a typical Thursday here anyway, we gals are always outnumbered. :)
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy, I missed your arrival, sorry!
Bunnyboy: Oh, I can change!
Bunnyboy puts on the Orlando suit.
Merlyn: hey doc
Quadrotweenia: "organizations don’t suffer pathologies; they are intrinsically pathological constructs"
Principalpoop: ouch doc LOOL
Bunnyboy: (alto chirp) Hiya, El!
Dexter Fong: is that the shite sport coat with the pink crustaceon
doctecazoid: i'm loving CSS!
llanwydd: Cat must have had a hell of a good dinner
Elayne: It's Bunnyboy-Alto!
doctecazoid: when it works, that is...
Dexter Fong: He went out to dinner llan
doctecazoid: (apparently, i can't get css styles into these chat posts)
Bunnyboy: C Secure Socket?
doctecazoid: oh well
llanwydd: maybe fumiyo put a mickey in the sake
Principalpoop: big line at mcdonalds, or dennys with the new macaroni and cheese burger?
Dexter Fong: that must be it
Quadrotweenia: lol
Bunnyboy: Cat Scratch Sumatra?
doctecazoid: cat must've posted his one statement from his phone - he mentioned in an email this week that he would be out gourmanding during the chat
Elayne: Oh dear, I got a bit too stretched, gotta lie down and go into a dream if somebody speaks.
Elayne: Night all.
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:20 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: Poop: Is the attraction bunless?
doctecazoid: zip and she's gone
llanwydd: Nite Elayne
Principalpoop: fast E
Dexter Fong: Night E
Bunnyboy considers grasping mac and cheese, with bare hands, groans.
Bunnyboy: nite El!
Principalpoop: yes with a bun, i think they said 1,900 calories
Bunnyboy: No fromage fan, here.
Merlyn: nite E
Bunnyboy: Doubles as caulking material.
llanwydd: 1900 is more than my rmr
llanwydd: don't tell me you don't know what that is
Dexter Fong: Caulking material?
Principalpoop: you could ask for them to put some lettuce on it too
llanwydd: well, my big new is I just passed into my second half century
Principalpoop: congrats llan
llanwydd: very recently. 9/5
Dexter Fong: Well done llan
Principalpoop: it is all downhill from here, pull down your pants and slide
llanwydd: I say my second half because I plan to live to 100
llanwydd: every year my father calls me and asks if I feel old and I grin and bear it
Principalpoop: in the year 2061, if firesign chat is still around
doctecazoid: llan: hope that works out. i too would like to live to 100 - of course when you find out you have treatable/curable prostate cancer at 57 and the life expectancy average is 13 years after treatment, it kinda takes the wind out of things a bit
Bunnyboy: (sings) In the year 2525, if Firesign chat is still alive...
Principalpoop: according to Nova, we can live past 100 easy pretty soon, just hang in there
llanwydd: sorry to hear about that, doc
Dexter Fong: Living on dogfood and downers
doctecazoid: llan: well, i'm taking it all in stride - what eles can you do right?
Bunnyboy: Folks will still be wondering when FST will tour the East Coast...
Merlyn: doc, read up on stephen j gould's cancer, you should be way above 13
Principalpoop: could be tomorrow or could be 26 years, if 13 is the average...
Dexter Fong: lol bunny
Principalpoop: i hoping for their heads to travel, like nixon and kissinger on futurama
doctecazoid: the trick is getting austin all the way out here - driving is the only option for him, oona & the dogs
Principalpoop: they have highways now
Dexter Fong: Heavy drugs, knock him out fly him before he awakens
Principalpoop: get your kicks on route 66
llanwydd: does phil have a lot of dogs?
Dexter Fong: llan: Seems like it
Quadrotweenia: Shanghai Austin?
Merlyn: is the pope cat licks?
doctecazoid: merl: what do oncologists know, anyway? (he's the guy who said the life expectancy is 13 years. i realize he's speaking from a strictly statistical standpoint, my mileage may vary...)
doctecazoid: llan: oh mais oui!
llanwydd: I met phil once but that was a long time ago
Principalpoop: ruth ruth bark bark
Merlyn: Gould found out his cancer median was 8 months, he died 20 years later
Merlyn: read "The Median Isn't the Message" by Stephen Jay Gould
Dexter Fong: Nobody's ever been gone that long before
doctecazoid: i'll check that out thanks
llanwydd: clever title
Principalpoop: wait, is the pope cat licks? huh?
Merlyn: I have to get a colonoscopy, I'm overdue
doctecazoid: merl: a wise idea, i had mine two years ago, other than a couple of diverticulum i'm ok
Dexter Fong: Merlyn, just go to your nearest airport, TSA will be glad to oblige
Principalpoop: i will give you M, my first attempt, any idea how to get light in there?
doctecazoid: dex: lol
llanwydd: LOL, Dex
Bunnyboy: doc: Time to move to Jupiter. "I can hold my breath a looooong time!"
Merlyn: I think if I eat some kryptonite you won't need a flashlight
doctecazoid: "TSA: we search you in places you didn't even know existed."
Principalpoop: cool, i will buy the smallest webcam I can find, no problemo
llanwydd: if I fly from daytona to albany I don't have to put up with tsa
doctecazoid: ok gang, i have to split - fading fast, stayed up too late coding last night
Merlyn: cya doc
Principalpoop: keep getting better doc
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
llanwydd: but I haven't flown in many years. I drove down here
Quadrotweenia: TSA: We can give you your yearly phyical at no extra charge
Dexter Fong: Best to Lili
llanwydd: Nite, Doc
Quadrotweenia: Be well, Doc
doctecazoid: y'all have a fine evening, hope to make it back here again next week. thanks dex pp llan etc
doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.............
||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:34 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: llan: You will have to go thru security at any airport just about except for private ones
Principalpoop: I fly just to get groped....
Bunnyboy: nite doc!
Merlyn: my wife is watching the packers/saints game, GB kick return the guy basically got flipped on the run back to a TD
Dexter Fong: Poop: Try random stop and frisks, stop a cop at random and ask him to frisk you cheaper than flying
Principalpoop: yes, expensive jollies, but safe sex
Dexter Fong: With bondage as an option
Principalpoop: i used to love and follow football, the paychecks make me sick to my stomach now...
Quadrotweenia: Sounds painful, Merlyn
Principalpoop: and all the commercials
Dexter Fong: Poop: The players or the owners
Dexter Fong: paychecks
Principalpoop: i asked my master to hurt me and she said "Nooooo."
Principalpoop: both fong
Dexter Fong: well, it's a very small segment of the population and with a likelihood of ten years or less, I think they earn it
Quadrotweenia: Did you heard about the sadist and the masochist on their wedding night? The masochist said 'hurt me, hurt me'. The sadist said 'no'.
llanwydd: catherwood, may I have a ertyuikjhgfdvbnmuytghjrty, please?
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside llanwydd and yells "My ears are burning..."
Dexter Fong: players that is
Principalpoop: i don't begrudge them, it just boggles my mind...
Dexter Fong: Tween: As a matter of fact....yes
Bunnyboy: And the duck said: Moo.
Dexter Fong: Poop: I thought it made you sick to your stomach
Principalpoop: i get dizzy and that upsets my stomach hehe
llanwydd: all right then, a tyuiopjhgfdvbnmuytr, catherwood, if you please
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to llanwydd and queries "Something I can help with?"
Dexter Fong: Young man, you have GLAUBNER"S DISEASE
Bunnyboy: Great Maria Bamford bit: "(sings)...and on this farm, he had a Pterodactyl, EIEIO..."
llanwydd: glaubner can keep his disease
Principalpoop: and a wooly rhino too
Quadrotweenia: Sirens all over the place here. Sure hope the fires haven't jumped into the city park next door :/
llanwydd: pardon me while I have an ambien
llanwydd: catherwood would you get me an ambien please
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd an ambien.
Principalpoop: be safe tween, goodness
llanwydd: YAY!
Dexter Fong: Jeeze TWEEN< I hope so too
Quadrotweenia: Almost 1400 houses destroyed so far
Bunnyboy: Kinda like the ventriloquist, who did the old "glass of water" bit, while the dummy sings "Campton Races".
Principalpoop: do dah do dah
llanwydd: I found that link hard to read on my browser, tween. I thought it said 1400 homeless
Bunnyboy: At the first "Doo-Dah", the ventriloquist gets soaked.
Bunnyboy: "Campton?" Sheee. CAMPTOWN.
Principalpoop: i miss cat bunny, I just thought of him when you wrote that way
Bunnyboy: "How veddy droll. We attended the races, out in the Camptons..."
Dexter Fong: I thought you meant Compton Races Bunny
Quadrotweenia: Central Texas wildfires destroy nearly 1,400 homes - http://www.statesman.com/news/nation/central-texas-wildfires-destroy-nearly-1-400-homes-1828022.html
Principalpoop: compton california or little compton rhode island?
Bunnyboy: okr. mowr tipos, comen op.
Dexter Fong: Compton LA
Principalpoop: ahh near watts
Dexter Fong: kinda
Principalpoop: sorta
Dexter Fong: a little bit
llanwydd: pompton plains, nj
Principalpoop: that is horrible news tween, hope you get some rain soon
Principalpoop: george pompton played with the packers
Quadrotweenia: Thanks P, me too, but nothing in the forecast
llanwydd: pompton circumstance
Principalpoop: rats :( tween
Dexter Fong: I've got a wide circumstance
Quadrotweenia: All Lee brought us was 30mph winds that turned brush fires into infernos
Principalpoop: the senator had a wide stance
Dexter Fong: Was he curcumsized?
Quadrotweenia: I really feel for all the people who have been displaced
llanwydd: I lived in pompton plains when I was little
Principalpoop: certainly not circumspect
llanwydd: I went back a few years ago. it hasn't changed much
Dexter Fong: What can you spect from a politician
Principalpoop: many ticks, tween taught me that
llanwydd: the mountain is still in back of the house. my father told me there was a war raging on the other side of the mountain. he probably meant vietnam
Principalpoop: could have been camden
Dexter Fong: llan: I don't think Pompton Plains is that close to Asia
llanwydd: I was real little. I always imagined there was devastation and bloodshed just on the other side of the mountain
Dexter Fong: And you never checkit it out for yourself?
Quadrotweenia: >>Principalpoop: many ticks, tween taught me that<< lol
llanwydd: no I was afraid to walk that far
llanwydd: if I walked a little ways I'd get to gilbert's house. I was afraid to go further
Dexter Fong: Ride you bike
Quadrotweenia: Well, I guess his admonition had its intended effect ;)
Principalpoop: how is gilbert doing?
Dexter Fong: AFLECK fired him
Principalpoop: you are old and big enough now, check out the other side of the mountain.. over 50 alors
llanwydd: haven't heard from gilbert lately but I see on the internet that he writes to the local paper. he apparently still lives in pompton plains. I ought to call him sometime
Dexter Fong: What you gonna call him LLan
Principalpoop: that japanese joke was in poor taste, wait another day or 2, come one hehe
Principalpoop: emo surfing? oh llan, be strong....
llanwydd: me and gilbert played hookey from school once
Dexter Fong: What japanese joke?
llanwydd: got a big scolding from mrs beach
Principalpoop: that is why he got fired, something about hiroshima and the newest disaster I think..
Dexter Fong: Did she spank you llan?
Principalpoop: tweeted inappropriately
Dexter Fong: Poop: Oh, yes I think you're right
llanwydd: no, corporal punishment was illegal in new jersey
Principalpoop: played hookey once, llan the incorrigable
Dexter Fong: Even between a consenting adult and an under age minor?
Bunnyboy: Taquitos call my name. Nite, folk!
Principalpoop: hip hop bon ap bunny
Dexter Fong: Adios los Bunnymans
llanwydd: but it was from mrs beach that I first heard about the Truant Officer. I was afraid to deal with him so I didnt play hookey again after that
Quadrotweenia: Bye Bunny
Principalpoop: if you skip too many classes, they suspend you from school, I always wondered about that....
Dexter Fong: Jeeze llan, your childhood makes Gene SHEPHERD"S LOOK LIKE JUVENILE deliquency
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "10:59 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Merlyn: gnite from me 2
Principalpoop: night M, good luck
Dexter Fong: Night MERLYN and thanks
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Quadrotweenia: I'm off to other things as well. It's been fun, even if I did manage to up P's blood pressure a few notches ;) Have a great week, all...
llanwydd: well, I never committed any murders or got involved with foreign terrorist cells or anything like that
||||||||| At 11:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny stay safe
Quadrotweenia: Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: subject denies murder and terrorism involvement
llanwydd: gilber whacked me in the face with a frisbee once though
||||||||| "11:00 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Quadrotweenia, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
llanwydd: just on a whim. I forgave him quickly
Principalpoop: it is fun thanks tween, night
Dexter Fong: How have you lived with this trauma for so long?
Principalpoop: gilbert was wrong to do that llan, let it go...
Dexter Fong: Laan: And how did that make you feel
llanwydd: well I never forgot it obviously but it's not a source of anguish if that's what you mean
Principalpoop: a source of humiliation? or pain?
Dexter Fong: Why then ::an, are you twisting that piece of cloth in your hands so hard
Principalpoop: is that why you hate frisbees now?
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong hands llan a tissue
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's worse that that, all disc like objects including dinner plates, that's why LLan only eats out of bowls
Principalpoop: and then did he touch you inappropriately? where?
Dexter Fong: and for how long
Dexter Fong: And how did *that* make you feel??!!
Principalpoop: wait, I need to get some tissues before you start
llanwydd: one reason I remember this was that I ran and told his mother and she threatened to burn his fingers
Dexter Fong: Charmin dude
Principalpoop: jesus wtf
llanwydd: looking back at that I find that "singular"
Dexter Fong: What an odd little comunity you grew up in llan =))
llanwydd: I don't think she would have done it though
Principalpoop: you are traumatizing me now lol
Principalpoop: did she have a closet with a glowing jesus in it?
Dexter Fong: That's how she burned him with the glowing Jesus
Principalpoop: lordy lordy
Dexter Fong: Amen brother!
llanwydd: she was just scaring him. she wasn't weird or anything
Principalpoop: strange tales from pompton plains, nj
Dexter Fong: "You do that again Gilbert and we'll castrate you"
Principalpoop: threating to burn your childs fingers is weird llan
llanwydd: it wasn't weird back then
Principalpoop: ewwwww
Dexter Fong: That's right llan, why every day at school, 3 or 4 hundred kids would come in with big bandages on their hands
Dexter Fong: And they all failed penmanship
llanwydd: from what I can find about him on the internet it seems gilbert turned out alright
Principalpoop: can he eat from plates? with his fingers?
Dexter Fong: except for his penchant for writing letters to papers
llanwydd: we used to sit in the sun to get vitamin D
llanwydd: I look back at that and laugh
Dexter Fong: we drank Ovaltine
Principalpoop: ok, that is a nice gentle memory
Dexter Fong: cept for the sunburn
Principalpoop: and until he grabbed the frisbee and smashed you in the face
Dexter Fong: hy every school days thousands of kids would come in all red and peeling
llanwydd: LOL
llanwydd: I moved to hackettstown when I was six
Principalpoop: i love the smell of noxema in the morning
llanwydd: but I would call gilbert on the phone sometimes when I could get away with it
Principalpoop: dog wants out, bbl
Dexter Fong: later poop
llanwydd: "dog wants out" is bad grammar. pardon me for saying
Dexter Fong: If you insist
Dexter Fong: The correct phrase is "DOGGIE WANTS TO GO WALKIES"
llanwydd: that's better
Dexter Fong: rufrf
Principalpoop: back fast, poor dog, one of my neighbors firing a rifle
llanwydd: I remember my mother used to say "W-A-L-K" but then the dog learned how to spell
llanwydd: then it didn't work anymore
Dexter Fong: Must be one of them Libratarisnists
Principalpoop: bangs scare me too
Principalpoop: tea partiers
llanwydd: even lester?
Principalpoop: even stephen
Dexter Fong: Put away those bangs, and pick up these bongs
llanwydd: I think guys with bangs look scary
llanwydd: maybe they remind me of moe
Principalpoop: i prefer the page boy look
Dexter Fong: How old?
Dexter Fong: and are they catholic?
Principalpoop: old enough, don't you worry about it
Principalpoop: that reminds me, I need to call the parole board again
Dexter Fong: Don't bother they'll call you
llanwydd: well, I must be going. I'll see you all again. next week. tell stones I said hi
llanwydd: good nite
Principalpoop: my lawyer, art holeflapper jr, is supposed to file a writ
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Principalpoop: night ayn rand lover
Dexter Fong: lol
Principalpoop p
Principalpoop: I did not plan to go off tonight, but I sure went off...
Dexter Fong: Think I'll close up too, gotta car to park
Principalpoop: guess I needed to
Dexter Fong: Understood poop
Principalpoop: hail rita, night cat, hope you had a fun dinner
Principalpoop: thanks fong, llan, all
Dexter Fong: It's enough to make a growed man cry
Dexter Fong: Night see yah next time
Principalpoop: ciaoooo
||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 11:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| 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 jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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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