A Firesign Chat
09/29/2011




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||||||||| 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 29, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 4:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Dexter Fong: I'm here early to say that I'll be late, but hopefully not absent.
||||||||| It's 4:40 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...
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
cease: better late than never
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 29, 2011 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Travellin'Tweeny steals in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Travellin'Tweeny: Hey cease
cease: hi tween
cease: how are things in austin?
Travellin'Tweeny: Did you see that I played How Time Flys Wednesday evening?
cease: good for you, tween
Travellin'Tweeny: Still hot, and no rain
Travellin'Tweeny: Temps should cool a bit the next few days
Travellin'Tweeny: and you?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
llanwydd: hi
Travellin'Tweeny: Hey LL
cease: great here
cease: hi llan
cease: i love fall, when it's not raining
llanwydd: starting to cool off a bit in fl
Travellin'Tweeny: Looking for a new apartment, hence the 'traveling' motif
Travellin'Tweeny: My favorite time of year as well, usually
llanwydd: this is one of the few falls I am going to miss. we don't have them here
Travellin'Tweeny: Nothing like New England in the Fall
cease: yes, i dont suppose you do
llanwydd: yeah, I'm going to miss it
llanwydd: we don't have maples and oaks
Travellin'Tweeny: Apparently the Texas Lege has cut the budget so we're down to two seasons
llanwydd: we have palms and "live oaks". green and brown
cease: i love the cooler air, though it wasn't really very warm here all summer
Travellin'Tweeny: We have Live Oaks, but nothing like the color up North
cease: i dont know if its chemical or just a long history or pleasent memories from this season
llanwydd: so, did you hear the light barrier has finally been broken?
llanwydd: I knew nothing was impossible
cease: yes
Travellin'Tweeny: I've been teasing the folks in VA about all the rain they're getting. "What is this strange thing you call 'rain'?" lol
cease: i'd like to see them repeat the experiment
Travellin'Tweeny: Experiment? But, all you have to do is put the balls on the other side...
Travellin'Tweeny: You mean the 'speed of light' deal?
llanwydd: lol
llanwydd: yeah, the neutrino experiment
Travellin'Tweeny: That would be very cool
llanwydd: so, neutrinos must have infinite mass
Travellin'Tweeny: Cochran's Folly may not be so far-fetched after all
cease: i think the speed of light barrier is going to have to come down if interstellar travel can occur
llanwydd: or greater than infinite
Travellin'Tweeny: I have no idea about the physics of such a possibility
cease: that's an interesting number, llan
llanwydd: yeah, unless there is anything to the wormhole theory
cease: infinity plus one. does good things to my brain
Travellin'Tweeny: hehe
llanwydd: well, I have read that for anything to travel at the speed of light would require an infinite amount of energy to propel it and would raise its mass to an infinity
cease: maybe that really isn't the case after all
Travellin'Tweeny: They said the sound barrier couldn't be broken for similar reasons. We won't know until we try it
cease: i remember having to memorize stuff for high school physics that are now known as wrong
Travellin'Tweeny: You bet, cease
cease: in search of ice cubes.
llanwydd: you took physics. I didn't even pass algebra
llanwydd: I developed an interest in mathematics long after high school
llanwydd: ice cubes?
cease: cant drink a cold glass of sangria without them
llanwydd: aha
cease: i always liked math
cease: married a math teacher
llanwydd: I'm listening to the neutrino story on npr right now
Travellin'Tweeny: Math's good push-ups for the brain. OGG like!
cease: i got excited by science when sputnik happened and suddenly science was taught in a very intersting manner in my elelmentary school in la
llanwydd: I don't remember sputnik
llanwydd: I can remember back as far as Apollo 8
cease: making things is a lot of fun when you're a kid. i remember making a slide projector in 3rd grade
llanwydd: I don't have fond memories of 3rd grade
llanwydd: 1969/70
cease: i loved 3rd grade. it turned me on to Egypt, for one thing, and then the Dodgers beat the White Sox in the world series
cease: our home room teacher brought in a transistor radio so we could all hear the games
llanwydd: BRB
cease: 1959
Travellin'Tweeny: 3rd grade for me was '63
llanwydd: I had three teachers in 3rd grade
cease: before, school was really boring. dick and jane ad nauseum
llanwydd: one of them really hated me
Travellin'Tweeny: The school speaker system announced, "The President has been shot."
cease: it was also the year i started writing plays.
Travellin'Tweeny: 1/2 hour later, "The President is dead."
cease: i was in 8th grade, metal shop, which i loathed, when i heard that announcement, tween
llanwydd: just like that tween? so bluntly?
Travellin'Tweeny: The teachers were freaked
Travellin'Tweeny: Yeah, just like that
cease: we were told to report to the auditorium, where the news was made
llanwydd: well, I was born during the kennedy administration so I don't remember
cease: anything to get out of metal shop
llanwydd: even my parents don't remember where I was although I was probably with my grandmother
Travellin'Tweeny: I'm sure the Principal said something about an 'important announcement', but it was that stark
cease: sounds like Dwarf
Travellin'Tweeny: if only
Travellin'Tweeny: Funny you should bring it up, since I'm watching a Kristofferson movie called "Flashpoint' about the cover-up
Travellin'Tweeny: as the Police album was titled, Synchronicity
llanwydd: I've read very extensively about all the conspiracy theories. I think it will all come out one day
cease: good song, even better idea
Travellin'Tweeny: Good album in general
cease: i had a wonderful episode of synchronicity happen to me in japan once
Travellin'Tweeny: White rockers doing reggae
Travellin'Tweeny: Do tell
cease: a friend had given me a cassette of an abbot and costella radio show which i was listening
cease: the story had lou inheriting a gold mine from his uncle in alaska.
cease: the boys went to alaska and rented a dog sled to take them to the mine.
Travellin'Tweeny: at least it wasn't shares in a Beefsteak Mine ;)
Travellin'Tweeny: _a_ dog?
cease: as soon as lou said "mush" to his dogs, outside my window, a man in a wheel chair went by being pulled by his dog
Travellin'Tweeny: Ah, dog sled with a team
cease: that is synchronicity
Travellin'Tweeny: lol
llanwydd: lol
Travellin'Tweeny: Yes, yes it is
llanwydd: about ten years ago I was walking down a busy street while I was thinking about a stage actress I used to work with and just suddenly came nose to nose with her after about five years
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:40 PM and Son of Firesign waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
llanwydd: I called that synchronicity
cease: very synchy
cease: hi son
cease: how's daughter?
llanwydd: anybody we know?
Son of Firesign: Heard any good ringtones lately, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Son of Firesign and says "Stop typing gibberish, Son of Firesign!"
llanwydd: well, in any case, welcome to Firesign Chat
cease: maybe not true synch as you may have perceived her unconcsiously before running into her and thus began thinking about her slightly earlier
cease: but sychy enough
Son of Firesign: Do you have videos here, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Son of Firesign and queries "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
llanwydd: I'm Junger than that now
Son of Firesign: Rile away, Catherwood, tell me about it.
||||||||| Catherwood tells Son of Firesign about it.
cease: sounds like an old mccartney song
Travellin'Tweeny: So, _you're_ the Bride's offspring
llanwydd: I met a friend of mine and he did say...
Travellin'Tweeny: That's actually not a bad idea for an album title
Son of Firesign: I nearly ran over a jay walker, Catherwood, she stepped off the curb while I was making a right turn on a red light, very clean.
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Son of Firesign and asks "Did you need me?"
Travellin'Tweeny: Follow-up to Bride :)
cease: i think the tune was called Smile Away but it may be something else
llanwydd: probably the only song I didn't like on Ram
Travellin'Tweeny: Curb your turning, Son
Son of Firesign: She was young blonde average build and yelling you call the cops you call the cops right now, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Son of Firesign and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
cease: turn turn, to the rain and the wind
cease: great obscure tune called as i recall Percy's Song
llanwydd: 99 years he just don't deserve
Travellin'Tweeny: To every shellfish there is a seasoning, turn, turn
llanwydd: lol
cease: good memory, llan
Travellin'Tweeny: So SoF, from wherst doest thou hail? (Austin here)
Son of Firesign: I jumped out of my little red VW Beetle Bug, slug bug, the kids call them, and peeled her off the hood of the car which was only going two miles an hour and got out my telephone to obey her orders when she said, "No wait, I was jaywalking, I can't afford a ticket right now, Catherwood...
||||||||| Catherwood outs Son of Firesign's telephone to obey her orders when she said "no wait i was jaywalking i can't afford a ticket right.
cease: must be great to be that distant from alzheimer's
Travellin'Tweeny: lol
llanwydd: LOL
Travellin'Tweeny: Alzheimers ain't no joke
Son of Firesign: What a sigh of relief I had but ZI was delivering pizzas and we can't take breaks, people are hungry all night.
Travellin'Tweeny: but funny in context
llanwydd: SoF you are doing strange things to catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to llanwydd and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Travellin'Tweeny: Do you deliver to the hills, SoF?
cease: i think my mother is more amused and benefited by her alzheimer's than i would have thought possible
Travellin'Tweeny: Catherwood, please give Son of Firesign a pizza with no anchovies
||||||||| Catherwood brings son of firesign a pizza with no anchovies.
llanwydd: not in sector R, Tween
cease: maybe son would rather have an anchovie with no pizza
llanwydd: a little flat thing with eyes
Son of Firesign: So I said, "Miss, you're broke?" I was doing good in tips so I said, as I was prepared to bribe her anyway, "Would you like twenty dollars?", Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Son of Firesign and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Travellin'Tweeny: and she said, "A jackson, for me??"
Son of Firesign: And she said, "YES!", not that kind of yes, Catherwood, more like, well, okay.
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Son of Firesign and asks "Something I can help with?"
Travellin'Tweeny: "But, this looks nothing like my dear friend Andrew. Andrew doesn't moon walk..."
Son of Firesign: So I got back in the bug and she walked off into the night, mid america, just a fond memory of a kind of nice but a little bit strange summer, don't you think, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Son of Firesign and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Travellin'Tweeny: He's never even met the Reverend
llanwydd: so where is everybody else? so fascinated with the neutrinos that they have to watch the news instead?
cease: good question, llan
llanwydd: is that a true story SoB
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Principalpoop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Son of Firesign: I do have a video for Mervin or Melin Leroy to consider pulling from the archive tonight, but it is mercifully short, or mercilessly if you know your way around short people, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign
Travellin'Tweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone a nutrino
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone a nutrino.
llanwydd: oops. sorry. SoF
cease: although i would say attendence has been shrinking here
Principalpoop: no anchovies?
cease: and speaking of shrinkage, here's poop
Son of Firesign: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwXFnVOMFAU This is what happens when you work 14000 accident free hours driving for a company and you spend the 100 bonus on software that "burns" music videos from itunes onto discs you can play on most (maybe some) DVD players to watch on TV. There's a trick to it I guess. It certainly gets tricky. The recording is from www.givethegiftcard.com Macerich American Express.
Principalpoop: what a horrible thing to say, shrinkage,
Principalpoop: what is this awful thing blinking on my screen?
cease: nothing horrible intended, poop. just mirth
Son of Firesign: You might want to go back to the intro page where you log in and view todays log to see the video uninterrupted, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood brings to go back to the intro page where you log in and view todays log to see the video uninterrupted.
Principalpoop: fred mirth? where is ethel?
cease: she's hanging out with regular
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:00 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doctecazoid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Son of Firesign: Until next time, un centesimo de Balboa is a cent from Panama, Catherwood. I think that's an aztec on the coin, but he could be Panamanian, any day, or night. Don't think about it to long, Catherwood, especially at night.
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:00 PM, on the dot!"
llanwydd: very good catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs llanwydd
Principalpoop: no sugar tonight
llanwydd: Evening, doctecazoid
||||||||| Son of Firesign says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Son of Firesign exits at 10:00 PM.
Travellin'Tweeny: Oh, Merlyn...
cease: hey it's doc
Travellin'Tweeny: Hey P, how's tricks
llanwydd: who was that masked man
Travellin'Tweeny: Hi Doc
Principalpoop: the chat finally moved enough, that strange man stopped blinking
Travellin'Tweeny: Masked man? Most or least significant bit?
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: not bad tween, not good, pretty good I cannot complain
llanwydd: I meant Son of Firesign
doctecazoid: it's - transformative (the youtube vid)
Travellin'Tweeny: We're all still here, P. That counts for something :)
llanwydd: I see
Principalpoop: its the new splended lady taking over
doctecazoid: i have an mp3 with an image embedded. i want to put it on my site so that when someone clicks it to play it, they see the embedded image. is there a way to do this?
Travellin'Tweeny: Lady? Is she looking for the secret massage?
Principalpoop: yes there is
doctecazoid: i'd prefer that the solution to the problem does not involve the use of Flash.
Travellin'Tweeny: an animated GIF, Doc?
doctecazoid: no, just a static image
Principalpoop: you are now embarked upon a journey that must certainly lead you to change your life forever
Travellin'Tweeny: I've never heard of an MP3 doing that, unless the link has javascript which plays the MP3 and simultaneously displays the picture
doctecazoid: well, either forever or for the time being - i'll take either
Travellin'Tweeny: My fav FST, P
Principalpoop: you have no way of knowing what program their pc uses to play the mp3, you must embed the click somehow
Travellin'Tweeny: "I swear to hell I saw it..." "That was no crazed sterno bum, but a respected law enforcement officer..."
Principalpoop: one of those werewolfs we're having
cease: his hair was perfect
Travellin'Tweeny: It's a whole so big everybody will want to jump into it...
Travellin'Tweeny: mmmmm Zevon
Principalpoop: Lem was short for Lemuel, what kind of name is Lemuel?
Principalpoop: smooth like baby's feet
llanwydd: its a biblical name. so must be hebrew
||||||||| 10:10 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
doctecazoid: hey dex
Principalpoop: sounds reasonable, that is enough of that
doctecazoid: back from moving the car?
Dexter Fong: Happy New Year
Principalpoop: shalom
llanwydd: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Thank you poop
cease: it's Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, Doc, Llan, and tween
cease: are you out there occupyiing wall street yet, dex?
Principalpoop: i said something nice and appropriate? that is enough of that
Travellin'Tweeny: Hello Dexter
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween: I misinformed you on that Ron Paul thing...well, somewhat. I've located the story and will send you a link to it
Travellin'Tweeny: Yeah, not like RP at all :/
llanwydd: Hey did you hear about the neutrinos? that is really big news
Principalpoop: maybe it was Rand
Dexter Fong: Well........it's a little like him
Principalpoop: stop spreading gossip llan, it has not be verified yet
Travellin'Tweeny: He was a OB/GYN before he ran for Congress. That would be GW Bush, not RP
cease: Rand Holmes? My favourite Canuck writer/cartoonist?
Travellin'Tweeny: I'll be happy to take a look at the link
Dexter Fong: llan: Yes I heard about the neutrinos
||||||||| Outside, the 10:15 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Ah, Clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cease: but, have they heard about you?
Dexter Fong: I'll try to get it off to you tomorrow, Tween
cease: hi clem
doctecazoid: rand mcnally: "in just seven days, i can make you an atlas"
Principalpoop: hi ahhh, clem :D
Dexter Fong: Hey clem
doctecazoid: hey clemster
Travellin'Tweeny: Catherwood, ask him his name
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Travellin'Tweeny
llanwydd: how do they clock the neutrinos anyway?
Dexter Fong: With a sundial
llanwydd: LOL Doc
doctecazoid: (neutrino joke:) neutrino. who's there? knock knock.
Ah, Clem: Let me sing you song I learned upstream in prison!
Travellin'Tweeny: Hello, 'ah, clem', and welcome to the simuholo
llanwydd: ok who's there?
||||||||| 10:16 PM: Son of Firesign jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Travellin'Tweeny: LOL Doc!!
Principalpoop: they shoot magic peas through layers of bread and peanut butter and explore the trails,
llanwydd: LOL
Travellin'Tweeny is back in the Black Hole
Principalpoop: the prodigal son returns
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:17 PM and no_anchovies bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
doctecazoid: minging their peas and queues
Son of Firesign: I do have a movie trailer to recommend if not the whole film which I haven't seen, but intend to, Catherwood. http://www.moneyball-movie.com/
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Son of Firesign and says "Did you need me?"
Dexter Fong: Hey Son and no_
llanwydd: Hey no_a
no_anchovies: How about those Rays, eh?
Son of Firesign: Yeah? Dexter, a true story.
Principalpoop: that is the basic scheme the trails start and stop according to physics and so they can measure how far things travel
Ah, Clem: Hey no anchovies! Is this a wrong number?
Travellin'Tweeny: I played How Time Flys on the Roadkill Show, Wednesday - www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
Travellin'Tweeny: Sounds fishy to me
doctecazoid: i shoulda taken a left toin at pismo beach
cease: great album
Son of Firesign: The Yankees play them again tomorrow today, Catherwood,
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Son of Firesign and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
llanwydd: I heard another one. a neutrino walk into a bar and pulls out a cigarette. the bartender says "Need a light?" and the neutrino says "I'm already a step ahead of you"
Principalpoop: trans europe express trans europe express
cease: watching Nature of Things, CBC science show, about brain plasticity
no_anchovies: Kill the birds Maney (right you are Mister Motion, BANG-BANG!)
Principalpoop: afk
Travellin'Tweeny: Tomorrow, today, what's the difference once you've fallen into a black hole?
doctecazoid: angry birds?
Son of Firesign: How to catch the Rays in baseball.
cease: very Firesonian. i think it was Austin who says somewhere, their intention is to rewire our brains
doctecazoid: there's a hole in the middle of the record
Ah, Clem: Ever since they lost the Devil, they've been much better
Travellin'Tweeny: I didn't know until recently that the Washington Monument was a Masonic symbol for a ray of light. I just thought Martha was impressed
doctecazoid: brb
Travellin'Tweeny: /me sells clem a Devilmaster
cease: sometimes that works, clem
llanwydd: I think this is the first night in quite a while that I won't have to sleep with the air conditioner on which will save me some money
Son of Firesign: The big thing in the midwest was the Twinkies from Minny Sorta did NOT lose an hundred games. But Ozzie Gullen the coach from the Ceesy White Sox got traded to the Florida Marlins, because he wants to move there or something. I guess he likes alligators.
no_anchovies: Catherwood, fetch me a rubber gasket, and a pint of holy water.
||||||||| Catherwood gives no_anchovies a rubber gasket and a pint of holy water.
Son of Firesign: They traded their caoch, Catherwood, that hasn't been done since Pinella, and he had to use another players name to get that done.
||||||||| Catherwood gets that done.
Ah, Clem: Listening to Dear Friends.... roosterama
cease: traded their coach? might as well trade their couch
no_anchovies: yup, that's a good one.
Son of Firesign: Who'd you trade, Catherwood, not Danny Vanilla, we'll need him next year to stalk the Tea Party.
||||||||| Catherwood brings him next year to stalk the tea party.
cease: rooster krishna, rooster rama
no_anchovies: i listened to some "Let's Eat" last nite.
Travellin'Tweeny: What a fight!!
cease: sounds liike a george harrison hymn
Travellin'Tweeny: lol cease
llanwydd: I've never heard Let's Eat
Ah, Clem: It's as safe as clown milk
Travellin'Tweeny: I like The Chinchilla Show
doctecazoid: lland: they're all on domm - http://firesigntheatre.com/domm
llanwydd: aha!
llanwydd: thanks, doc
cease: my aunt and uncle used to raise chinchillas in northern california in the mid 50s
no_anchovies: we know, Doc. we're the choir, remember?
cease: i remember being bitten by one.
Son of Firesign: Maybe we should trade Hipphugger, Harold, for Rush Limburger, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign
doctecazoid: oh did you guys see today's announcement? firesale is taking pre-orders for the hardbound edition of 'anythynge you want to' - the book
doctecazoid: http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20110929.html
cease: thanks for letting us know, doc
doctecazoid: hey, when ya gotta shill, ya gotta shill!
Travellin'Tweeny: Yes cease, the chinchilla ranchers of N Cal are legendary
Son of Firesign: Or Ray Hambergere. Would you mind holding this camera and keeping it pointed down the hole to the center of the earth and up the golden staircase, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Son of Firesign and queries "Did you want something?"
llanwydd: well, I must be moving along. next week, folks!
doctecazoid: see ya lland
Son of Firesign: They're all disappearing into the center of the earth.
Travellin'Tweeny: They used tiny little horses to round 'em up
cease: ok doc, problem with add for the plays is that they were in 60s more than 70s
||||||||| llanwydd departs at 10:28 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Travellin'Tweeny: Be good and be well, LL
no_anchovies: cya Llan.
cease: you can say both, but you can't pretend 60s didnt exist. theri work was very much a part of that decade
Ah, Clem: It will either make the hole slicker or put out the fire in the center of the earth
Travellin'Tweeny: "There's breakfast!"
cease: by llan
||||||||| Travellin'Tweeny scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Travellin'Tweeny?! It's 10:29 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Timed out
||||||||| Outside, the 10:30 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving ArtWholeFlaffer coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cease: hi art
ArtWholeFlaffer me has been fully accepted into the alien community
Ah, Clem: Funny name club!
cease: have some paint
doctecazoid: cat: david wrote the copy, i just plunked it on the page. i just follow orders...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'H Stones', just granted probation at 10:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Son of Firesign: Wait a minute, this sucker's on;ly sixty feet deep. THe goddamned easiest money I've ever made. Good buy, Pat Hat, from Curio Arizona, maybe that's Sioux Falls, South Dakota, the home of the big nude statue of King David in Fawick Park downtown. I gotta go eat. Don't get a job, Catherwood, hang out at Bob's Berzerko Lounge, it's weird weird weird.
||||||||| Catherwood gets a job hang out at bob's berzerko lounge it's weird weird weird.
no_anchovies: where's all that blue moss coming from?
ArtWholeFlaffer paints some art of the insane
cease: i would write to him about it, but why bother
cease: hy stones
H Stones: Greetings
cease: how's the uk these days?
cease: from the stars, no
doctecazoid: hey stones
Dexter Fong: Hey STONES
H Stones: easy question, Cease, its batteries are now flat
Ah, Clem: Riot Free Since September!
ArtWholeFlaffer: Greetings infidel of Britain
H Stones: every day is a riot over here
Son of Firesign: I didn't know he raised clothes. Everybody's turning bluw. I gotta lay down to keep from falling over on that crow.
doctecazoid: was merlyn here earlier? let me check...
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cease: vancouver is still trying to catch its rioters, monthes later
doctecazoid: it appears not
H Stones: i see no Merlyn droppings
Principalpoop: back, dog wanted out, ahh speaking of mad dogs and englishmen
cease: they've contracted the job out to a centre in indiana to process all the vid
doctecazoid: so i hope he won't mind my mentioning: he landed the seagate gig. he starts monday.
ArtWholeFlaffer: Yeah, not looking good :/ You saw where they threw the protestors off Wall Street?
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc, is Merlyn still looking for a job?
cease: i know what thats like, poop
no_anchovies: hmmm... everything is turning blue...
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the info doc
ArtWholeFlaffer: It's gonna get ugggly
doctecazoid: no prob - thought you all would want to know
cease: how is Honey?
H Stones: what happens when they have to throw the protestors off every street?
Principalpoop: i thought it was Holeflapper,a distinguished serbo-croatian name
Dexter Fong: No alley will be safe
ArtWholeFlaffer: FEMA Camps, or so says Alex Jones
ArtWholeFlaffer: Internal exile, like FDR with the Japanese
Principalpoop: just stay at home watching american idol and you will be fine hehe
Ah, Clem: I've got a trailer park near Detroit. Cheap
cease: i hope the occupy wall street events have some life.
H Stones: Honey is awaiting the visit of the accredited Microsoft man who will convert both her computers into Windows 7 which is sometimes known over here as the poor mans Apple Mac
cease: americans seem so passive compared to other countries
cease: just watched dvd called South of the Border about the Bolivarians
Principalpoop: 8 is in beta, I think
cease: really inspiring
Dexter Fong: Cat: could be
H Stones: the fluoride in the drinking water is working its dumbing down magic, cease
ArtWholeFlaffer: clem, does it come armored with free uzis?
Principalpoop: with regularly scheduled elections, we have no excuse for violence
Principalpoop: don't like them, vote them out
no_anchovies: ok gang, i need to hit the comfy couch. cya on the funway.
H Stones: what you need is regularly scheduled violence
cease: is that it, stones?
Ah, Clem: Free uzis? Just reds and blues, we're surrounded
||||||||| no_anchovies is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:37 PM.
Principalpoop: jefferson said that
doctecazoid: erection day is right around the corner
Dexter Fong: Night no_
cease: i want to ask honey some questions about sherman oaks restaurants of the 60s she may recall.
doctecazoid: (i'm guessing an off-erection year is not something to be cherished)
cease: by no
Principalpoop: fast pizza guy that
doctecazoid: swell pizza!
cease: defenestrated? he's got the Prague
Ah, Clem: Fast Pizza Swell
doctecazoid: free uzis? i didn't know they were incarcerated.
Principalpoop: swell is ok, i prefer thin and crusty, like my shorts
ArtWholeFlaffer: They're real swell guys...
H Stones: Honey should be back online again after the weekend i am told
Ah, Clem: Never name your band "Crusty Shorts"
doctecazoid: clem: lol!
cease: Kafka's not here!
Principalpoop: ahh super news stones
doctecazoid: ... or your kid!
ArtWholeFlaffer: Free the Glocks! (enspeils)
Ah, Clem: Marko.... Kafka... Marko
Principalpoop: don't you go existential on us
H Stones: i will relay your greetings and enquiries Poop
doctecazoid: ok, i have to call it a night. i'm fading fast, got another cruncher of a day ahead.
cease: No man, it's me, Kafka. I got the stuff. Even the roaches. Let me in
Principalpoop: horsey horsey doc, keep getting better
ArtWholeFlaffer: He dude, like, Kafka's not here man...
doctecazoid: ttfn ttyl l8r dudes nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........
cease: keep on crunching, doc
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
||||||||| At 10:41 PM, doctecazoid vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
H Stones: stay well doc
ArtWholeFlaffer: later gator
Ah, Clem: Knock, knock, knock. See ya, doc
H Stones: and hiya clem from Me and Honey
Principalpoop: Dekafka does not keep you up all night reading him
ArtWholeFlaffer: Hi Honey
ArtWholeFlaffer: May life treat you well
Ah, Clem: Hi H & H
Principalpoop: the road rise up to meet you, something like that
H Stones: waves with both hands to clem
Dexter Fong: ...and the wind always break on your ass
ArtWholeFlaffer: May the bluebird of happiness, fly up you're knows
H Stones: i see no sign of the Tweenoid tonight or have i missed him earlier
Ah, Clem: Break like a mockingbird of bliss
ArtWholeFlaffer: Je suis ici, monsieur
Principalpoop: nino is befuddled
Dexter Fong: and when ye die, may you arrive in heaven a half hour before a neutrino knows your dead
cease: you missed him
ArtWholeFlaffer: lol clem
H Stones: i reckon that mockingbird is on something
cease: that's a dumb nutrino
ArtWholeFlaffer is playing Fun With Screen Names
Dexter Fong: Had a lotta people for dinner so must leave and help with the cleanup, back on regular schedule next week
Principalpoop: i got yah proton right here buddy
Ah, Clem: Catherwood, can you freshen my Mai Tai?
||||||||| Catherwood freshens Ah, Clem's mai tai.
Dexter Fong: I'm antiton
Dexter Fong: night all
cease: ok dex. keep on dining
Principalpoop: that was an unusual sighting of a domesticated fong
H Stones: see ya soon Dexter
H Stones: he will soon go feral again
Principalpoop: don't they always?
ArtWholeFlaffer: Yeah, I remember that song... "Thai a yellow ribbon 'round that old sushi..."
Ah, Clem: We just kicked everybody out of the house planning a beer fest in Atlanta http://inmanparkbeerchase.com/ Can anybody make it?
ArtWholeFlaffer: kewl, clem
ArtWholeFlaffer: Happy travels
cease: I know that Atlanta exists. That's about it
Ah, Clem: Well, that's something!
Principalpoop: no no no no I don't drink anymore, tired of waking up on the floor
H Stones: same here poop
Ah, Clem: Ringo was so wise
cease: isn't he still alive? or no longer wise?
Principalpoop: that sentence will be on the internet forever now ahh, clem,
ArtWholeFlaffer: The drummer for The Beatles left
ArtWholeFlaffer: People backed Syd Barret instead of Pink Floyd
cease: i never heard that
Ah, Clem: Aren't we on an alternet?
ArtWholeFlaffer: Well, this place is certainly alternate, if not AlterNet
Principalpoop: you could be right, but it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
cease: not an alternate universe
ArtWholeFlaffer: Never heard what, cease?
cease: that ringo had died
ArtWholeFlaffer: I had no idea that Floyd was around in '65
Ah, Clem: Lunatics just got the moon in their eyes
Principalpoop: never heard them singing, til there was you.....
ArtWholeFlaffer: Starkey's gone?
ArtWholeFlaffer: Any Colour You Like
ArtWholeFlaffer: Barrett laughing
cease: it would be as big news as harrison's death, not lennon's
ArtWholeFlaffer: also at the beginning of Dark Side
Ah, Clem: No, no, no. Ringo's fine. Just a slip of the typing fingers
ArtWholeFlaffer: One would think
cease: good to hear
ArtWholeFlaffer: "Sorry about that..."
Principalpoop: Carlin, Ringo, who is the next train conductor?
cease: saw biopic of harry nealson recently, big friend of ringo
Ah, Clem: He walked into a great sandstone building
Principalpoop: ouch my nose
||||||||| "Hey ArtWholeFlaffer!" ... ArtWholeFlaffer turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:57 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cease: by art
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Thweeny close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Ah, Clem: They're dropping like flies!
Principalpoop: just changing names
cease: sell non-art
H Stones: they do that
Thweeny: "Cruising down the river, on a Sunday afternoon...."
Principalpoop: hillbilly fishin?
Principalpoop: i saw the ads for that, come on now
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: catherwood has taken ninos precision
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Principalpoop
Thweeny: Some amazingly talented people on How Time Flys - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Time_Flys
Thweeny: Popiel's Pocket Tweeny
Thweeny: "You just never know when you're going to have to fish for schnook"
H Stones: isnt that a kind of helicopter, thweeny?
Ah, Clem: I used the line "factory air-conditioned air from our fully air-conditioned factory" the other day and nobody even laughed
Thweeny: The big 2-rotor jobs?
Principalpoop: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxA3atHD2QM
Thweeny: no youtube here, sorry
H Stones: yes i think so
Ah, Clem: Great tune! Thanks PP
Principalpoop: so glad we made it
Thweeny: The National Guard of the State of Illinois sent them to Vermont during the recent disaster. Good use for 'Chinooks'
Ah, Clem: The Natural Guard?
cease: yes, us canucks are downright useful
Thweeny: "Once, there was this big turtle..."
H Stones: a timeless hit tune, Poop
Principalpoop: quite
Ah, Clem: But, who is Spencer Davis?
Principalpoop: i was looking for the traffic version, that worked out fine
Thweeny: of course the Chinese are useful as well, but if we stopped it they'd all fall off the planet,,,
H Stones: all that and cowbells too
Thweeny: Pretty sure from a lil abner comic, clem
Principalpoop: http://www.spencer-davis-group.com/
Principalpoop: everything is on the net hehe
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Thweeny: More cowbell! lol - yeah
cease: sounds 60ish
Thweeny: Steve Winwood's first band, as far as I know
H Stones: 66-67 i think
H Stones: one of the first live bands i ever saw
Principalpoop: they will be in burbank in october hehe
Thweeny: Before he joined Blind Faith
Ah, Clem: Ahhh, love bands named after ancillery members. J. Giels for example
Thweeny: With Winwood?
Thweeny: lead vocal?
H Stones: yes
Ah, Clem: Winwood was so awesome when he was 18 and then I don't know what happened to him
H Stones: in the UK he virtually invented rock vocals
H Stones: he eventually became the low spark of high heeled boys who were past it
Principalpoop: ahh pete fountain playing way down yonder in new orleans, no words though
Ah, Clem: I'll take the Animals over Traffic though
H Stones: me too clem
H Stones: i went to see traffic, they were so coked out they thought they were great, sadly, they were not
Thweeny: Arc Of A Diver is very good Winwood
Thweeny: I heard a rumor (only a rumor) that he was asked to join The Band Of Gypsies
cease: indeed, tween
Ah, Clem: Woah, on keyboards? Or singing too?
Thweeny: "Wake Me Up On Jusgement Day" is pretty cool
Principalpoop: pete fountain and then The Band, i love jukebox
Thweeny: keys, as far as I know
Thweeny: Music From Big Pink is very good The Band
Principalpoop: a drunkards dream if I ever did see one
cease: thier first 3 albums were extraordinary, tween
Ah, Clem: Hah, I have "Wake Me..." in my iTunes listening for the first time in 25 years. Big Pink is an awesome album
Thweeny: I was thinking more of "Chest Fever"
cease: she receives
cease: heard really depressing interview with robbie robbertson recently
Thweeny: The Hammond organ on Chest Fever is great
H Stones: hes better singing than talking
Principalpoop: the robot from lost in space?
H Stones: lol
Ah, Clem: lol, pp!!
Thweeny: Nick! Nick!
Thweeny waves his robot arms around
Principalpoop: Heart with Magic Man
Ah, Clem: Your robot arms in that flimsy burnuse
Principalpoop: danger danger will robinson
Thweeny: lol clem
Ah, Clem: So which band had the most drunks: The Band or The Cure?
Thweeny: That's a trick question
Thweeny: the corresct answer is, the Nixon Administration
Thweeny: *correct
cease: lol
Ah, Clem: Winner! I still love Rick Danko singing "Whispering Pines"
Ah, Clem: Nixon makes so much sense when you imagine him with a half glass of whiskey at all times
H Stones: and now Macca has composed a new ballet
H Stones: how drunk must he be
Principalpoop: just high
Thweeny: Half a glass of whiskers?
Ah, Clem: Does he have a pre-nup this time?
Thweeny: "Kissinger, we've got to stop this jewish conspiracy!" "Yes, Mr. President."
H Stones: i dont know, i am not invited
Ah, Clem: Yes, those damn Viet-Cong Jews screwed everything up
Principalpoop: cause somewhere in the crowd there's you
Thweeny: "I need to go to Sabbath now..."
H Stones: me too
cease: i thought paul was the tea drinker, as it were
Principalpoop: umm pah pah ummm pah pah
Ah, Clem: Rah, rah, rah
Principalpoop: thats the spirit
Thweeny: I hear Mrs. Paul makes some great fish sticks
Principalpoop: batons de poisson
H Stones: sorry guys, but its time for my boot heels to be wanderin again
Thweeny: We
H Stones: i have an early start tomorrow and its already early
Principalpoop: the bus
Thweeny: Be well and happy, Stones
cease: yes i also need to eat. see you next week
Ah, Clem: Yeah, bozette says....
Principalpoop: good luck stones, super to see you ahh, clem love to b, good luck all
H Stones: i will try to be on the bus rather than under it Thween
Principalpoop: and then Bread, baby I'm a want you
||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:30 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ah, Clem: One toke over the line
H Stones: i will relay messages to Honey
Thweeny: Until last time, again...
Ah, Clem: Time for Groat Cakes! Good night everybody
H Stones: sweet dreams to one and all
||||||||| Thweeny is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:32 PM.
||||||||| At 11:32 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, H Stones!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| At 11:32 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Ah, Clem!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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:
ArtWholeFlaffer
cease
Dexter Fong
doctecazoid
H Stones
llanwydd
no_anchovies
Principalpoop
Son of Firesign
Thweeny
Travellin'Tweeny
Ah, Clem
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/How_Time_Flys
http://firesigntheatre.com/domm
http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20110929.html
http://inmanparkbeerchase.com/
www.givethegiftcard.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.moneyball-movie.com/
http://www.spencer-davis-group.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwXFnVOMFAU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VxA3atHD2QM



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