||||||||| 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 October 06, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood leads Janitor in through the front door at 11:53 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Janitor: You people got trouble here? Well, I dont know why you people seem to think this is magic. Its just this little chromium switch here . . . [click] My, you people are so superstitious . . . Janitor: O-o-o-ps! ||||||||| Janitor leaves at 11:54 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| cease enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. cease: not That superstitious ||||||||| Dexter Fong sashays in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. cease: hi dex Dexter Fong: Hi cat ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 06, 2011 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" cease: hi catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside cease and inquires "Would you like something?" cease: immortality would be nice Dexter Fong: Chevere, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong cease: sounds like a stevie wonder song Dexter Fong: Check it out Jefe cease: rats in the news, infesting stores Dexter Fong: Alas, Nino is still unconscious cease: thaknfully the place i had lunch at today wasn't rat in a box cease: are you familiar with an obscure early firesign play called Profiles in BBQ Sauce? Dexter Fong: Try rat a la maze, crispy corn kernels lightly sauteed with rat tails and dusted with rat hairs cease: ossman mentioned it on this week's rfo episode. cease: said he had just retyped the script. i've never heard it, just about it Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah, I've certainly heard of it and may have heard some or more of it over the years cease: so i asked bergman on facebook if the firesign would offer it on their paid download site Dexter Fong: Political commentary I assume? cease: for the first time ever, bergman actually answered me. Dexter Fong: whadhesay? cease: i can believe winning a million dollar lottery (without having bought a ticket) more easily than i can imagine bergman actually answering me cease: he said david wants that to happen, so things are looking good there cease: ossman was raving about it on the show. it's the play where lbj kills rfk and it was broadcast shortly before rfk has killed Dexter Fong: Do you have any solid info on how this download thing is gonna work, and the cost? cease: i dont know where i was, but never heard the play cease: doc willl know. he is setting it up Dexter Fong: Cat: I think I've never heard Profiles or I'd certainly remember that =) cease: doc asked me a few weeks ago what i'd like to hear and i said anything i havent heard cease: good for you, dex Dexter Fong: Indeed cease: i think doc said in chat that they want to sell their most recent cds thru the download site cease: wow, they're talking about turning one of our van bridges into a kind of skyline thing you have in nyc cease: i'm watching van news and its about nyc now Dexter Fong: The most interesting thing about NYCs skyline thingie is that it's about 2 to 3 storys high and runs right adjacent to a hotel where people rent rooms to have sex in to the delight, disgust, or whatever of the passing skyliners ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs. Dexter Fong: Hey Poop Dexter Fong: Rah! Rah! Raw! It's poop ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Box of Tweenger inside, makes a note of the time (9:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. cease: hi poop Box of Tweenger: Hey folks Dexter Fong: Hey Tween Principalpoop: an old woman called the police to complain about her neighbors having sex with the blinds up cease: i saw a pbs thing about it. made me want to check it out Principalpoop: the police and looked and could not see anything Principalpoop: the old woman said, no no no, get up on the chair and use these binoculars... cease: hey dex have you checket out the occupy wall street thing? Dexter Fong: Show's over folks, nothing to see hear....move along cease: i see it on tv here now. cease: sparked by something of my old mag adbusters. amazing Dexter Fong: Cat: If you mean have I allowed myself to actually walk among thm, no Principalpoop: hi tween, cat, fong cease: hi tween Box of Tweenger: There will supposedly be a protest at the Dallas Fed tomorrow Principalpoop: why not fongster? not hip enough for that? Dexter Fong: Poop: I don't like crowds cease: yet you live in nyc? Principalpoop: goldman sacs holding your retirement funds? don't want to upset them? Box of Tweenger: The Fed is the real problem, anyway. Nothing inherintly wrom with banking and stock trading Dexter Fong: Did Times Square New Years eve once, never goin back cease: that's like saying i hate sand, so i live in the desert Principalpoop: i hate crowds too, it is ok to stay home Dexter Fong: Don't start up Tweeny =) Box of Tweenger: Dex is allergic to bully clubs and pepper spray Box of Tweenger: *wrong Principalpoop: sub-prime mortgages bundled into securities, that is perfect Dexter Fong: Tween: Yes, wrong...that's What I'd say also Box of Tweenger: Oh yeah, P. A real feat of genius cease: Fumiyo also hates crowds but worked in a city with 33 million people cease: crowds dont bother me at all Box of Tweenger: and then rated AAA Principalpoop: crowds did not bother me until the navy, they can run amok Principalpoop: the market system is based on overcharging the customer and underpaying the workers, as much as humanly possible, nothing wrong with that ||||||||| 9:19 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Dexter Fong: Cat: Those of us who really know the city know how to avoid all that crowding, for the most part cease: hi bun Principalpoop: hip hop bunny Bunnyboy: Lo dere cease: hows it hoppin, bun? Bunnyboy: Onna bus. Late shifts, all October. Box of Tweenger: Hey Bunny Principalpoop: is that what they call street smarts fong? cease: Oona has a bus? Box of Tweenger: hehe Principalpoop: oona twoa threea, tank you tank you tank you cease: only time i'm uncomfortable in crowds is if i'm surrounded by a lot of hostile drunk young men. vegas, for example Bunnyboy: L8r. Sardine can here. Principalpoop: ciao bun ||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 9:22 PM train to Hellmouth. Principalpoop: moved from the bus to a train hehe Box of Tweenger: Do you think prices and wages should be set by the government, like in the FDR & Nixon years P? Principalpoop: no, taxes should be used to discourage abuse Principalpoop: ceos used to make 10x the lowest worker wage, then 100, over 440 now Principalpoop: where is the sense of proportion? Box of Tweenger: Who sets the standards? cease: yes i remember growing up in la where rich people weren't much richer than poor people Principalpoop: i told you taxes, no standards for that Box of Tweenger: Well, somebody has to set the tax rates Box of Tweenger: All I know is, the next xouple of years are going to be very interesting Principalpoop: that depends on the market.... if ceos got less and gave it to the shareholders maybe Box of Tweenger: I thought you didn't like market-driven decisions ;) Principalpoop: the top 4 percent own the football field of wealth, all the rest of us are inside the one yard line.. Dexter Fong: There's one less Jobs in dis country today Principalpoop: taxes are part of the market Box of Tweenger: No argument. How you fix that is the issue Principalpoop: taxes, and really support education, don't fool around Box of Tweenger: There was no income tax before 1913 (or Federal Reserve, which is not Federal, nor does it have a Reserve) cease: i enjoy his products, but i can't help remembering Jobs from that time he sat next to me in a restaurant cease: Same could be said of George Harrison and Richard Nixon, all i LA Box of Tweenger: Oh? do tell cease Principalpoop: yes, everyone should move back to a farm, grown their own food, and little extra to buy stuff Dexter Fong: Tween: But there were all kinds of excise, import, and export taxes cease: the jobs thing? i think i've told that story here a number of times Principalpoop: instead of needing a job to survive Box of Tweenger: He ordered the apple merangue? cease: one of Fumiyo's friends gave us a gift coupon for a fish restaurant in the big park down town Dexter Fong: Tell a vision! Tell a vision! cease: we were looking at our menu when we noticed that steve jobs and a bunch of young men were sitting next to us Principalpoop: what kind of fish eat there? cease: steve was ordering from a wine list the size of a telephone book cease: i guess the young men with him were his hot shot programmers Dexter Fong: Operator, Trebbiano 621 please ||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. cease: as he had just taken them to a brothel in one of the islands off the coast of vancouver Box of Tweenger: Hi Merl Merlyn: Hey dere Principalpoop: everybody should be clever entrpeneurs, go getters, lazy people must die Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn, welcome back =) Principalpoop: hey M Box of Tweenger: lol P cease: the young men were very pleased with this bonus, while steve was raving about the chocolate viagra they were served before being "served" as it were Box of Tweenger: Well, they can eat the rich, can't they P? Box of Tweenger: omg cease Dexter Fong: They're too lazy to properly cook them cease: they talk about his wife and kids on the news. i wonder if she knew about his whoring around? Box of Tweenger: lol Dex Dexter Fong: She does now cease: doesnt mean he didnt invent great machines Box of Tweenger: hehe Principalpoop: that is too much work to catch them cease: there may be an apple vibrator in the near future Principalpoop: he was indeed a game-changer, to use a pop phrase cease: the i-fuck Box of Tweenger: Well, just in case you want to look at some of the stuff I read: www.lewrockwell.com ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:34 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Funfun Town." llanwydd: good evening Dexter Fong: Hey, is thatta you fuck...it looks alike my fuck Box of Tweenger: I daresay it will not suit your taste Box of Tweenger: Hey LL Dexter Fong: Hello llanwydd Principalpoop: hi llan Merlyn: hi llan cease: hi llan, merl cease: hey merl, any more news on firesign downloads? Principalpoop: did he delete all the anti-homosexual articles from that site yet? I hope he got them all Principalpoop: leaves a bad taste in your mouth to read that next to The Truth hehe Dexter Fong: Poop: Who? Merlyn? Principalpoop: lewrockwell Principalpoop: why would I pick on M? Box of Tweenger: I haven't read any ant-gay articles there llanwydd: don't recognize that name Dexter Fong: Oh...never mind llanwydd: any relation to norman or george lincoln? Dexter Fong: Nice double reference llan =)) Box of Tweenger: and I've been visiting for several years Principalpoop: a new John Bircher, trying to be less hateful... llanwydd: you've never seen the two together have you? Box of Tweenger: There is lots of stuff I disagree with, but generally I like the Libertarian/Austrian Economics perspective Principalpoop: norm, how is life treating norm? Dexter Fong: Life is yet to pick up the bar tab cease: speaking of tabs llanwydd: maybe life is a temperance advocate Box of Tweenger: Hate to tell you, but I even visit the New American (Bircher) web site on occasion. What I have in common with folks like Libertarians is their respect for The Constitution. Box of Tweenger: What attracted me to Ron Paul in the first place cease: my lunch today was paid for by the province's teacher's union Dexter Fong: Tween: Which constitution and I mean that seriously Principalpoop: sure tween ok Box of Tweenger: Did you lecture, cease? Box of Tweenger: Not sure what you mean, Dex Box of Tweenger: The Articles of Confederation? cease: no, i ate some pineapple crusted duck Box of Tweenger: The Texas Constitution? Principalpoop: spaghettios and that sweet green salad? llanwydd: we've got the pta, you've got the ptu Box of Tweenger: lol P cease: my lunch companion is president of the union, an old friend. Box of Tweenger: and for dessert, jello with carrot flakes llanwydd: but they don't call it that cease: i'm happy desert wasn't picket signs Principalpoop: i miss the ice cream bars, but they were expensive, 10 cents Box of Tweenger: Hey Mister Ice Cream Man... Dexter Fong: What I'm getting at is,that as good and farseeing as our Constitution is, the writers could not possibly see all the changes that would occur, hence, the Constitution has to be construed by the Supreme Court Box of Tweenger: I thought that was what the Amendment process was all about, Dex cease: ive got a nickel. wait for me ||||||||| Catherwood escorts H Stones in through the front door at 9:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Box of Tweenger: Nowhere does it say that the Supreme Court is the arbiter of Constitutional debate llanwydd: Hey Stonesz cease: hi stones llanwydd: the z was aczidental Box of Tweenger: Stones, my good man... Principalpoop: 5 gets nothing, the little ice cream cup with a flat wooden spoon was 7 cents Dexter Fong: Tween: YOu can't possibly have an ammendment for everything that the Supreme Court decides on H Stones: Yabba dabba do ! cease: i discovered a face book page about valley restaurants H Stones: dont underestimate the Tween Principalpoop: How do you do your excellency? cease: most people mentioned farells, and ice cream parlour i recall from the 60s H Stones: Greetings Lord Poop, is Fong back from his demo?> cease: i have to talk to honey about valley restaurants Box of Tweenger: Didn't say you did. I said that the Amendment process was specifically designed to take into account the fact they they did not a crystal ball cease: fong isn't a demon Box of Tweenger: *not have Principalpoop: fong is an occupy wall street party pooper, he cheers them on from his throne H Stones: patience is still required as she awaits her new PC software Box of Tweenger: an Agent Provacateur, eh? Dexter Fong: I'll never tell Principalpoop: the windows 7th man comith H Stones: he must be the one i saw mooning from an upper floor for the benefit of the cameras Box of Tweenger: off to the kitchen for a bit Dexter Fong: have a bite Principalpoop: so I bit him H Stones: see you later agitator Principalpoop: you brits are up in arms too I see H Stones: all the time, Poop Principalpoop: asterity, that is what the world needs more of... Dexter Fong: Fred Asterity? H Stones: as the sage said, Politicians and diapers must he changed frequently and for the same reason Principalpoop: and ginger Dexter Fong: Tap dance you way to paradise llanwydd: listening to allmans/fillmore right now llanwydd: the tape just suddenly turned up Principalpoop: super album that, wow Dexter Fong: To 11? llanwydd: yeah, its really all the allmans you need Dexter Fong: But not all the allmans you want cease: memories of elizabeth reid. cease: sweet melissa Dexter Fong: Whipping Post!!!!!! Principalpoop: jessica, statesboro blues llanwydd: yeah elizabeth reid is playing right now. its amazing cease: i have that album somewhere. don't know where
Dexter Fong is pleasntly surprised that the rock and roll heart of Cat still faintly keeps the beat Principalpoop: eat a peach was the album after he was killed by a peach truck, or is that urban legend? llanwydd: probably the latter cease: faintly Dexter Fong: afkfr Principalpoop: There ain't no revolution, it's evolution, but every time I'm in Georgia I eat a peach for peace. Principalpoop: it was a lumber truck cease: ive never been to georgia but i've eaten lots of peaches Principalpoop: that quote is from duane, that is the source of eat a peach... llanwydd: I've been through GA plenty of times but I have no reason to "go" there Principalpoop: a lot of red dirt llanwydd: I had an interesting conversation with hare krishnas in the atlanta airport back in '81 cease: that's hard to believe Principalpoop: hare hare krishna krishna? krishna! hare hare? Hare Krishna lol llanwydd: I can have an interesting conversation with anyone H Stones: i didnt know they had learned to fly llanwydd: I could keep a tree stump fascinated for hours Principalpoop: they gave me a flower at LAX, but then wanted a donation, I gave it back.. H Stones: yes, llan, trees are good listeners
Dexter Fong sings "I talk to the trees, but they don' lissen to me" Principalpoop: oaks better than elms or maples? llanwydd: that's how they ended up in atlanta. they were ex-LAX cease: yeah they list pretty good ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Dexter Fong: 10:01 I believe Merlyn: If Robert Donat from The 39 Steps got charged, would that be a Donat ion? H Stones: i believe the Figs formed the first movement cease: merl, any news on firesign download possibilities? Dexter Fong: leaf it to me they siad! Merlyn: Dex, CatherW announces the time one minute late, I forget why Principalpoop: Olives live a long time Merlyn: That should be coming soon, cat Dexter Fong: Merlyn, I'll ask him Principalpoop: it was right on time for my pc, good job catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:01 PM" Dexter Fong: atherwood, why do you announce the time one minute late? llanwydd: you would think the olives would die off from all the peacenicks ripping branches off them Dexter Fong: Catherwood, why do you announce the time one minute late? ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:01 PM, precisely!" cease: ossman was talking about Profiles in BBQ Sauce on this week's rfo and i asked bergman on facebook if it would be available for download cease: sure would love to hear that Dexter Fong: llan: What the fuck is that, some kinda anti-hippy 60s joke? llanwydd: its called a non-sequitur, dex Principalpoop: people for peace and lazy people must die Merlyn: video games end when you have 0lives Dexter Fong: Non est sequiturum, Dex Dexter Fong: Donkey Kong ends with a kill screen, if you're really good Principalpoop: escaping from the declining fall of the roaming umpire cease: tile it like it is Principalpoop: tomato based or not BBQ sauce? llanwydd: np: whipping post. anybody ever notice the opening bass riff and guitar riff are out of tune llanwydd: its a little jarring Dexter Fong: llan: I don't know the song, just how to shout it out at a concert llanwydd: lol llanwydd: Freebird! Dexter Fong: Neil Young Principalpoop: you're my blue sky, you're my sunny day llanwydd: or at the concerts I've attended, "Roundabout!" Dexter Fong: Sweet Home Alabama (Unless you are of Hispanic descent and have no papaers) Principalpoop: mama take out your teeth I want to suck on your gums.... Dexter Fong: ooooohie! Make my wanna shout and throw up on both my hands H Stones: its now happening in Tennessee and Tampa Bay Principalpoop: what is happening? H Stones: sorry, that was a message to tween which went astray llanwydd: the firesign performance I attended in 81 had kind of a rowdy audience. they kept shouting fst quotes cease: how are things in the uk, stones? Dexter Fong: Baltimore and DC now llanwydd: maybe rowdy isn't the word but there was much audience participation Dexter Fong: It's required conduct llan H Stones: sanity has increased, cease but not yet amongst the government llanwydd: austin got slightly annoyed after a bit Principalpoop: hank williams jr probably hates the federal reserve board also cease: i think the lads appreciate that, llan cease: proves they have fans llanwydd: not much but he made a slight gesture cease: it would interrupt their shows of course H Stones: one finger or two, llan Dexter Fong: LLan: They've learned how to deal with that and incorporate it into the performance llanwydd: two hands Principalpoop: jesus was a capricorn, he ate organic foods cease: indeed Dexter Fong: Styonew: YOur choice, one or two cease: very much so in the seattle shows i saw H Stones: i only applaud with one hand so as not to annoy the neighbours llanwydd: well, it was mostly while they were downstage and out of character cease: were there non-organic foods in his day? Dexter Fong: Yes Dexter Fong: he Rocks and debris that was in everyone's food cease: did the roman empire have its own Monsanto? Principalpoop: that reached a new art form with the rocky horror picture show... H Stones: really, i didnt know that they had invented Walmart at that time llanwydd: one guy shouted "What is reality" and Austin said "Does anybody know the answer to that question, by the way?" cease: sounds like another act from the Decling Fall llanwydd: one guy yelled "Eat it raw"! and Proctor smiled and gave the appropriate rejoinder cease: they are good at playing off the audience, or other occurences cease: i saw them at an outdoor event in seattle, bunny must have been there too Principalpoop: and I'm wasted and cannot find my way home llanwydd: somebody else yelled "More sugar" and Ossman said "There'll be more sugar" in a tone that seemed to say, "you might not like what we have planned" llanwydd: it seemed that way to me anyway Dexter Fong: Ben is not always Bland cease: he show was interrupted by noise from fog horns and train noise so ossman ad libbed, welcome to the transportation museum llanwydd: but like I say, it seemed to wear on austin after a while Dexter Fong: Was that the famous Amtrak Show? cease: summer 94 llanwydd: they did Ben Bland that night too cease: i dont know about amtrak cease: bunny should know llanwydd: Joey Demographico visited Ben Bland in the studio Dexter Fong: Bunny's on a bus...or is it a..train! Principalpoop: a sardine can, oscar with oil llanwydd: Joey asked if he could have his own tv show. Ben said "Well, you're lucky to be on tv, son". Joey said "So are you" and walked out Dexter Fong: Joey Demographico's father invented the four-alarm falafel llanwydd: lol cease: maybe bun is in the transportation museum now llanwydd: on his way out, joey said "Look at all this liquor behind the mr. coffee" Principalpoop: how could he be in two places at once? llanwydd: I've always been amazed at how much I could remember from that show Dexter Fong: Poop: Easy, he's on a bus being carried on a train parked inthe transpotation museum cease: i guess your brain is wired for firesign, llan Principalpoop: a game-changing moment llan Dexter Fong: I wondered about those little battery ends on the side of his neck Dexter Fong: He alaivee Dexter Fong: It's twue Principalpoop: roll roll roll in the hay Dexter Fong: Be careful of that hayseed son Principalpoop: sesawho? Dexter Fong: Margery Daw Dexter Fong: Elementary llanwydd: whipping post is trying to end right now but they don't seem to know how Principalpoop: ok theophilus face cease: yes, i remember having that feeling, llan Box of Tweenger: ... H Stones: cease, i have located Honey, what was it you wanted to ask her? Principalpoop: where did she park to go to the ice cream parlor in sherman oaks? llanwydd: they segued into Frere Jacques and now they're trying to imitate sitar or something cease: some general questions about valley restaurants from a long time ago. wondered if she'd ever been to them Principalpoop: wake up little suzie, WAKE UP
Dexter Fong wonders if stones has a satellite so he can track every and anybody he's of a mind to H Stones: . H Stones: she used to park at Baskin Robbins and hang with the bikers she says cease: the ice cream place wasnt in sherman oaks. i'm sure honey has been to farells, i think was its name. valley institution Dexter Fong: Motorcycles, or like Schwinn's? Principalpoop: i was joking, but thanks hehehe cease: did honey ever go to jolly rogers in fashion square? i remember their teriyaki burger but i think it was called something else llanwydd: there's a baskin robbins here in new smyrna but I've never been there. I've never cared much for ice cream Principalpoop: that was roy rogers, and it was a burger with ham on it I think... cease: great marshmallow sundaes there too cease: i thikn that burger was my first intimation that fruit went well with meat Principalpoop: you stun me speechless again llan llanwydd: marshmallow burger with ham? eeeeeeeccccchhhhhhh Principalpoop: trigger burger, hold the hoof cease: that does sound gross, llan H Stones: lost the connection again, cease, NM is rather like talking with the 3rd World Dexter Fong: In the words of somebody's Itralian grandmother "Sausige his own" cease: i thought the us was the third world now Principalpoop: this is london calling, are we reaching? H Stones: its certainly heading that way, but there is a queue Dexter Fong: You're reaching now poop cease: remembering my distant childhood, when i was last in la in 06, what used to be middle class van nuys is amazingly mexican/slummy now H Stones: sorry poop, the aldis lamp has gone black llanwydd: I never heard the word queue till I went to england. we say "line" Dexter Fong: Right, as in I just sunk the line ball Principalpoop: and no cutsies cease: stores are sort of falling apart as you walk in. i last expereience that in korea in 74. even the banks seemed about to fall down as you entered H Stones: ok sir, do you want fries with that? Principalpoop: hell yes and supersize it H Stones: i think most of the banks have crumbled now llanwydd: interesting. an actor friend of mine from vermont moved to van nuys about 2 years ago Dexter Fong: Thanks Kid, I Principalpoop: and deep fry it, and more bacon llanwydd: to be closer to hollywood Dexter Fong: 'll just have the four-alarm falafel cease: what used to be an upscale area when i was in high school is now supposedly so gang ridden one dares not drive there Principalpoop: chili, with beans or no? llanwydd: I had falafel a few days ago. there's a great lebanese bakery in dayton llanwydd: I mean daytona cease: did you write letters to 4 alarm falafal, dex? i dont recall you from that pre-chat era Dexter Fong: Tommorow is garbanzo Day Principalpoop: i got your garbanzo right here smart guy cease: i thikn i met elayne and had falafals for the first time at the same time llanwydd: I falafel about that Dexter Fong: Cat: No, but a copy i came across had an article by you cease: only one? H Stones: hang onl there goes the phone, again cease: i recall writing several pieces for el Dexter Fong: Copy, or artcile? cease: i was so ecstatic to finally find a firesign forum to write for llanwydd: well, I was making falafel before it caught on in america Principalpoop: stones is being knocked up, rung up? something like that llanwydd: I was hired as a manager in an arabic restaurant in '87. the chef and owner was lebanese/american cease: at least he's not being strung up Dexter Fong: A little roger dodgered, eh Poop? cease: uhnlike poor mayor p'nis nose Principalpoop: why are we not helping the folks in syria? Principalpoop: dirty bugger llanwydd: who's we? Dexter Fong: The Mayor? Principalpoop: the UN Box of Tweenger: So Elayne is really the peoson who got FST on the net, eh? cease: sort of Principalpoop: cool cease: there were a few others cease: elayne did organize this chat Box of Tweenger: *person Principalpoop: i hear the internet is going to be big, someone tweeted that Box of Tweenger: Was Firezine a print document before the net? Box of Tweenger: lol P llanwydd: really I didn't know that. how old is this chat room? cease: yes Dexter Fong: on a dog wwhistle pitched so high, no one heard it Box of Tweenger: nah, just a passing fad, P Principalpoop: seems a lot older tonight hehe llanwydd: I've been here 9 years cease: as soon as i got online in 93 i discovered elayne and michael packer cease: chat started 2 years later, as i recall llanwydd: my lawyer is going to get me out soon] Box of Tweenger: Wow LL Principalpoop: i played with prodigy bulletin boards, back in 95 96 maybe Box of Tweenger: very cool, cease cease: el and i are the only folks here from the beginning Principalpoop: i forget when I got here, it was months late, It was always empty, I finally read it was only thursday nights Dexter Fong: Cat: How early was Kend (Dr. Headphones)? cease: i'm sure the net has inspired the firesign to do more stuff, and sell more tickets cease: fairly early, dex Dexter Fong: Yeah, I remember him fron IRC days Principalpoop: M must have been here, or was there a previous chat? Dexter Fong: AT LEAST TWO PREVIOUS Dexter Fong: oops Principalpoop: ahh ok, cool cease: yes, this is a vast improvement over the original chat Dexter Fong: It was -for me-first in IRC, then migrated to a chat site run by a nick named regnad Kcin cease: when did you start chatting, dex? Principalpoop: I miss CNI, the firesign as background music influenced the chat cease: indeed, poop Dexter Fong: And then MERLYN SPRANG HIS MIRACLE cease: more indeed, dex Dexter Fong: Me to poop cease: i think cni went as long as it was going to go. Principalpoop: and the voice of ahhh, clem, but they are busy... cease: just like firesign radio series. they lasted as long as they lasted Dexter Fong: Cat: Maybe a year or so before we moved from IRC llanwydd: sdfghjlkuytre Principalpoop: the Indiana Recreation Center? Dexter Fong: you said it llan llanwydd: said what? Principalpoop: the falafal is kicking in Dexter Fong: Poop: Not quite, the Iranian Retraining craniummmmite Dexter Fong: You kick in the falafel, I'll provide the tahini and the babganush llanwydd: I think I was one of the first americans to make babaganoush Principalpoop: how do you spell the sounds at the start of gimme shelter? cease: i have some falafals in the freezer. should take them out and eat them llanwydd: that might be a slight exaggeration but I used to make it back in the 80s Dexter Fong: Well I made the first indian pudding...we simmered him for 2 weeks...boy was he tender Principalpoop: the pilgrims did not have babganush? Dexter Fong: They had babranne llanwydd: maybe the pilgrims to mecca Dexter Fong: did go did cease: no pilgrims to paul mccartney? Dexter Fong: go Principalpoop: Sounds like a Mall, no offense, really cease: id rather be in a mall than in somalia llanwydd: not macca Dexter Fong: The Mecca Mall, it's kosher] Principalpoop: maccacca Dexter Fong: macaroni maccarinas on sale nightly at Mecca mall Principalpoop: and dance the macareena llanwydd: lol Dexter Fong: screw that, I'm dancin the night away, afore the haunts git us all Principalpoop: at the Big Mac Arena, next to McDonalds cease: and called it macaroni? Principalpoop: ahh this time of year, the charlie brown show piano theme song... Dexter Fong: Yes It's UHF. Universal Hamburg Fighting at the Big Mac Arena with Big Bob vs Chuckie Cheese llanwydd: well, folks. been fun as always. probably see you next thirsty. Box of Tweenger: Didn't he invent pasta theater? Dexter Fong: Stay dry llan Principalpoop: burger king in a cage match versus burger chef Box of Tweenger: Be well, LL Principalpoop: good luck llan ||||||||| 10:54 PM -- llanwydd left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Dexter Fong: Wow, he checked all the way out...he usually lingers Principalpoop: dog made a wet spot on the bed licking his paws, time for a walk.. afk Principalpoop: i saw that, wow cease: by llan Dexter Fong: Wouldn't you rather the dog just went a got his leash and brought it to you? Dexter Fong: Hello London cease: Jack? Dexter Fong: Hello austin (Not phil or STEVE) cease: I thought he died a hundred years ago Dexter Fong: He was reincarcerate incarnated ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. cease: there's a jack london joke in bride of firesign, as i recall Dexter Fong: recall of the wild H Stones: Honey says Aloha and has departed back to the hills cease: by honey H Stones: and i have to rise early to see the doc about my arthritis etc Dexter Fong: May the great Maintou go with her, and may her arrows point always away H Stones: so i guess its time to exit stage left till the same time next week Dexter Fong: Night stones, good luck with Doc cease: rise and shine, stones H Stones: with a bit of luck she should be back online in a week or two cease: luck be with her H Stones: i will pass it on for you cease H Stones: nighty night and sweet dreams to all ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:03 PM, dragging Caterino by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Dexter Fong: Hey BC Caterino: was sup peeps, That was the Jive cease: is that bobcaterino? H Stones: and say hello to Bob D for me as well H Stones: and from Honey Caterino: Dexter, Cease, Stones Dexter Fong: Thanks STONES Caterino: Honey Caterino: Poop, Merl Caterino: long time, so busy, and the busier I get the older I am H Stones: stay safe till next time all Caterino: Box of Tweenger, lol cease: who wants to be busy when you're young? Caterino: well wanted to say hello Dexter Fong: I don't have time to think about that Cat H Stones: will speak next time which is next week Bob, ttfn Caterino: Why Dexter, too busy? cease: ive never been busy and don't intend to start now Merlyn: hey caterino Caterino: Hey Merl, long time no type Dexter Fong: BC: Too old ||||||||| At 11:07 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... cease: if i married a neurtino, our offsprings would be caterinos? Caterino: age is a number, an old one but a number Merlyn: and they would travel faster than light, cat Caterino: ha ha Cease Caterino: That would be a quick as a switch Merl Dexter Fong: afkfr Caterino: a chromium switch at that cease: you people are so superstitious Caterino: Saw Austins posts in here late at night, I read all the threads, Merlyn RED all his threads Caterino: Paster Flash reads E books cease: austin was here last night? Caterino: no a while vback, Caterino: without the V Dexter Fong: brack Caterino: or the R cease: no more guy fawkes masks? Dexter Fong: bvack Merlyn: Austin was here Aug 25 Caterino: Nooooooooooo Yesssss noooooo Dexter Fong: without the RV Box of Tweenger: ... Caterino: well, I read it, checked the archives and guess it brought me to that one cease: i remember, he wanted to thank you and doc for work on the site Caterino: Ok, fogetaboutit, I never read nuttin Caterino: Yeah, that was cool cease: i cease: i'd rather eat nuts than read them Caterino: I read the nuts on the street, their so crazzzzzyy Caterino: they're even Caterino: The local talk radio station actually played Proncipal Poop, I was all smiles. "All of us want to know........." Dexter Fong: Even nuts, great idea, they'll pack more efficiently cease: lack of food is making me increasing wraithlike cease: must do something about that. see y'all in a future chat ||||||||| At 11:15 PM, cease vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Caterino: me roo, food for thought just aint cuttin it Dexter Fong: BC: Commercial station? Caterino: Ill try and make it next time, miss you all, later gang Dexter Fong: Night Dexter Fong: All Caterino: yes, and in South Carolina Merlyn: see you cat, see you cat Dexter Fong: Tween, I'll get that Email re-addressed Merlyn: brought to you by the dept. of redundancy dept. Merlyn: dept. Caterino: The host laughed but you knew he didn't have a clue or ever heard of TFT Dexter Fong: No need to add that Merlyn, I think we all know Dexter Fong: SEE YOU ANY AND ALL NEXT WEEK Dexter Fong: ehh Caterino: TORD thats Government Merlyn: cya later all ||||||||| Around 11:18 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset... Principalpoop: back, night M Caterino: the dept. of redundancy dept. Caterino: TDORD Principalpoop: ahh the bus went, wait, I want an ice cream, have a super week ||||||||| At 11:18 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Caterino: ok later, typos as usual lol ||||||||| Caterino leaves at 11:19 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..." Box of Tweenger: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Box of Tweenger rushes off, saying "11:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| 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 the common cold ||||||||| 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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