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 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 don’t know why you people seem to think this is magic. It’s 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: 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
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: 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."

The Evening's Participants:
Box of Tweenger
Dexter Fong
H Stones
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