A Firesign Chat


Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| 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 February 23, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny steps in at 6:36 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 6:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Billville."
cease: now Stopping in This Area
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 23, 2012 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| llanwydd bounds in at 9:10 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
llanwydd: how's it goin?
llanwydd: want your door knocker?
cease: is that my knocker?
llanwydd: yes and it must be dry by now
cease: i can do shakespeare on that knocker
llanwydd: aw creepies, cat.
llanwydd: are we expecting a big turnout tonight?
cease: not so far
llanwydd: so what are the firesign theatre doing these days?
cease: not showing up on chat
llanwydd: true. they have all been here at one time or another
llanwydd: I don't think I ever got to talk to pete but I've chatted with the others
cease: proc only here when searching for ossman
llanwydd: I remember
cease: pete's been here a few times
cease: austin the most
llanwydd: yeah, austin is the closest to being a regular
llanwydd: I was really thrilled when ossman showed up. he's one of my favorite writers of all time
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:23 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Dexter Fong: Hello guys
cease: new character enter
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, that's my yo-yo
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Dexter Fong: The Life of Riley, eh, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: Hooragh!! Nino is still working
cease: i vaguely remember that 50s tv show, william bendix?
cease: my dad was an eternal fountain of cliches. he used that 'life of riley" line often
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat
Dexter Fong: Radio show first
Dexter Fong: Bendix was a very good screen actor first of all
llanwydd: sounds like my grandmother. every other thing she said was a figure of speech
llanwydd: I probably learned most of the cliches I know from her
cease: did my dad get the line from the radio show or was it a cliche pre-radio?
cease: yes llan, it was relentlessly tiresome
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:26 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I think it was a cliche before the radio show
cease: hi merl
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn, Nino is working just fine =)
Merlyn: I know, I fixed the bug
Merlyn: "The Life of Riley" was an existing expression
Merlyn: I think
llanwydd: that's one of the bugs!
Dexter Fong: Yes, Merlyn, I know *you* know, but just wanted to stress the point =))
Dexter Fong: It makes me very happy
cease: there was a star trek next gen episode where they go to a planet where everyone talks in cliches
Dexter Fong: I like to know where everyone's at, so to speak
cease: that's the only language
cease: my parents house was an embassy from that planet
Dexter Fong: The only good language is a dead language
cease: first time childeren born today have shorter life expectancies, according to news
Dexter Fong: Say what, Cat?!
cease: depends on which country
cease: i'm watching local news, dex
Merlyn: No, say "what", cat
cease: even the poorest parts of canada are better off than much of africa
Dexter Fong: what?????????
Dexter Fong: Yah think?
cease: i need ossman's woman voice to say it properly
llanwydd: I would have thought my grandmother invented the expressions "belle of the ball", "wouldn't know him from Adam", "couldn't prove it by me", "Oh, good night!" and a million others
cease: i'm surprised my dad ever sold any cars, or houses.
cease: i would have thought his customers would flee from his eternal clicheing
Dexter Fong: Maybe he had good cars
cease: fords
Dexter Fong: There you are
cease: obesity is the cause
Dexter Fong: Mustangs, GT 500's, Shelby Cobras
Dexter Fong: All great cars
llanwydd: if they're so great why have I never heard of the gt500 and the shelby
Dexter Fong: Becasue llan, you are *not* a car guy
llanwydd: I see
Dexter Fong: llan: Ever hear of the Plymouth Superbird?
cease: my dad was more car than guy
llanwydd: no
Dexter Fong: Sedan or coupe?
llanwydd: of course
Dexter Fong: llan: You make my point....not that there's anything wrong with not being a car guy
Merlyn: all couped up at the car dealership
Dexter Fong: sausige his own ....an old Itralian cliche
llanwydd: well, maybe there is a difference between a car guy and an antique car guy
Dexter Fong: Not really, is
Dexter Fong: 's a sub-genre of "car guys"
cease: any firenews, merl?
llanwydd: listening to heathrow tull at the moment
Merlyn: nothing since the convergence stuff
cease: is ossman off the bergman podcast permanently?
Merlyn: I have no idea
Dexter Fong: Cat: Wgat's that about?
cease: when i talked to doc tech before vegas, he talked about doing some work for bergman's site, so i thought it had other firesign input
Dexter Fong: What's
cease: on his last show, ossman said something about taking a long break from rfo.
cease: just hearing bergman doing various versions of his own voice in skits is a little grating
Dexter Fong: Perhaps he has other projects?
cease: i hope so
Dexter Fong: Yes, I concur
cease: Fuck, I concurse
Dexter Fong: You certainly do
cease: In honour of the firesign theatre, who would certainly be cursing if they were here
Dexter Fong: llan: When are you moving north? You're missing a great winter
cease: as opposed to where they actually choose to be at present
cease: they dont have great winters north of la
Dexter Fong: We had one this year
cease: not over yet
llanwydd: so I hear
cease: still only feb
Dexter Fong: hasn't snowed since Halloween, temp was in the low 60's today, low 50s tomorrow
llanwydd: I think you were present when I explained that I will be in florida for a while
cease: colder and wetter here, but not intolerable
llanwydd: I don't mind missing one more winter
Dexter Fong: llan: If I was i missed it, so please restate, if you would be so kind
cease: i'd miss them all, if possible
llanwydd: restatement: "I will be in florida for a while".
Dexter Fong: The endless Summer
Dexter Fong: llan: lol
Dexter Fong: Thanks =))
llanwydd: I hope to go back to the adirondacks this summer but I might have to go back next winter
Dexter Fong: That's not real good timing =)
llanwydd: well, I was compelled to sign a one-year lease on february 1st. if I want to break the lease I have to pay a fee of $1046.
cease: bummer
Dexter Fong: Just split dude, they'll never find you at Shrrom lake
cease: i could eat like a king in vegas for $1046
Dexter Fong: Shroom
llanwydd: if I had signed a month-to-month lease I would have had an addition $100 a month surcharge added to my rent
llanwydd: dex, either you don't have a clue or you just don't know how to tell a joke.
Dexter Fong: Prolly both llan =)
llanwydd: the idea is to make me look stupid. how do you do that if you can't spell?
Dexter Fong: Can't spell *what*?
Dexter Fong: And by the way, llan, you can't capitolize Hah hah
llanwydd: catherwood, get Dexter Fong a life.
||||||||| Catherwood gets dexter fong a life.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, get llan a wife
||||||||| Catherwood gets llan a wife.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give everyone a phiphe
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a phiphe.
cease: this is not a phiphe
Dexter Fong: Who was that oboe I saw you with last night?
llanwydd: np: living in the past
llanwydd: maybe I should put on some fst
cease: that wasn't an oboe, that was obesity
Dexter Fong: Obesity, obesity, obesity...How many times have I heard that phat phrase
Dexter Fong: Four I think
Dexter Fong: Not really a phrase
Dexter Fong: actually, just one word
cease: its the reason kids are dieing young, according to the news
Dexter Fong: Obesity?
cease: yeah
llanwydd: well, if you believe statistics, most americans are fat
Dexter Fong: I believe llan
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: supposed to snow here tomoro morn
Merlyn: If you believe my stomach, I'm fat
llanwydd: it's probably easier to believe if you shop at wal-mart
Merlyn: I weighed 220, my doctor said I should lose weight, a couple weeks later I'm 225
llanwydd: the size of those people!
llanwydd: well, how tall are you, Merl?
Dexter Fong: llan: Indeed
Merlyn: like 5'9 or so
Merlyn: at least my weight is a perfect square now
llanwydd: well, the least expensive food is the least nutritious
Dexter Fong: 5'9, 225....pretty good for a running back
llanwydd: yeah, that would make you on the heavy side
Merlyn: I just need padded shoulders then
llanwydd: I weigh more than that but I'm 5'10" and very muscular
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:02 PM and late as usual, it's Principalpoop, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Poop
cease: hi poop
Merlyn: hi PP
Principalpoop: i have a big tummy too, not all parts obese fat, yet
cease: i'm the little guy here. 6', 160
Principalpoop: 5 7, bald, fat, george cantstandza sorta
Dexter Fong: 6', 182
Principalpoop: 6 is tall
Principalpoop: i am the midget here
Dexter Fong: Poop: OOooohh, SOUNDS LOVERLY
llanwydd: that's interesting, cat. I would expect one who talks about and appreciates food as much as you to be pretty big but I've seen your picture and you're not overweight at all
Principalpoop: only one chin, i should eat more donuts, i love donuts
Dexter Fong: He's bulemic
Dexter Fong: =)))
Principalpoop: george harrison skinny
Dexter Fong: george harrison dead
Principalpoop: or dylan, some bloat
Principalpoop: before he was dead, come on now
Dexter Fong: Bloat or bloke?
Principalpoop: marlon brando, for example
Principalpoop: the war of the worlds guy
Dexter Fong: Bloat
Principalpoop: yes bloat
Dexter Fong: Orson welles
cease: i was in a restaurant with george harrison. the guy was tiny
Principalpoop: jackie gleason apparently lost and gained weight many times, I only remember him fat
Principalpoop: i wanted to say oscar wilde, knew that not right, close
cease: oh, gary carter just died. great catcher. i was in the dodgers dugout with gary in 1991. normal size big catcher
Dexter Fong: Poop: Yes he was overweight but surprisingly agile
Merlyn: cat, were you with everyone?
Merlyn: Zelig
Dexter Fong: Poop: oscar wilde only as close as wilbur wright, first initials
cease: also with daryl strawberry, not big like carter but so muscular he looked like a muscle exhibit
Dexter Fong: never mind
llanwydd: Zelig! LOL!
Merlyn: Zelig was with everyone too
Dexter Fong: afkfr
cease: my friend satch (who plays Babe Ruth in Neal Amid) was an Angel and a Red Sock and knows the dodgers, took me into their duggout
Principalpoop: jackie vernon was a big guy, but not fat
llanwydd: that was a good film. I think it would have worked better as a short, though
Merlyn: I can believe baseball players are fulla mussels
Merlyn: shorts have no economic model now though, llan
Principalpoop: they are briefs hehe
llanwydd: trilogy films still surface from time to time
llanwydd: they always save the best film for last. the worst is second. it's always been that way
Principalpoop: ww 3 will be the best?
llanwydd: I think one may be release with me in it one of these days. I've been waiting since '09. it should be good
llanwydd: released
llanwydd: I don't know if my segment will be 3rd but I'm sure it's good enough
Principalpoop: do you speak? or i just need to look at the table at the left in the restaurant scene?
Dexter Fong sings" Please release me, let me go...."
llanwydd: I have the lead role. quite a few lines actually
Principalpoop: cool
Principalpoop: the voice of jack in the box in a harold and khamar sequel?
cease: good for you, llan
Dexter Fong: "Harold and Kumar Pop the weasel"?
llanwydd: so, where is tween tonight? he showed up this afternoon but nobody else was here
cease: read good new yorker review of the first movie, describing it as an artifact from a post racial america
cease: vancouver is much like that too
Principalpoop: i saw part of that somewhere, where they are smoking dope with president bush, my goodness
Dexter Fong: He should know that few if any people show up in the afternoon except "wake" and he shows up in his morning
llanwydd: "post racial america" is an interesting expression
Principalpoop: my county is still 93% white, nothing post around here
Dexter Fong: llan: That means after the races when everybody is an Indian
cease: exactly, dex
cease: my daughter was post racial
cease: not in japan, but definitely in vancouver
Principalpoop: has japan loosened up at all since then?
cease: dont know
llanwydd: well, I haven't seen the harold and kumar films
Principalpoop: maybe business wise, a hair
Dexter Fong: Things got definitely loose during that big tsunami
Principalpoop: commie pinko, go see them
cease: the city where i first went to teach in 71 had signs in portugese when i was there 5 years ago.
Principalpoop: americana, popular culture
cease: so many brazilian japanese had moved back to work in factories in hamamatsu
Dexter Fong: And the japanese central govenment is beginning to crack down of the Yakuzi
cease: the japanese govt is the yakuza. always has been. that'll change when pigs learn to fly
Dexter Fong: Big after market in fingers I hear
llanwydd: organized crime is ultimately doomed
cease: not any time soon, llan
Merlyn: by entropy
Principalpoop: sure, government wins at corruption hehe
Dexter Fong: And just why would that be, llanie, me boy?
llanwydd: I understand that, cat. maybe not in our lifetime but it gets weaker and weaker
cease: i read that public lotteries broke the mafia families in nyc
Dexter Fong: Dunno, llan, the crime and violence are still prevalent, but, not so well organized
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:24 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Anyone still here? Ah, you are.
Elayne: Evenin' all.
Principalpoop: hey E
llanwydd: hi elayne
cease: hi el
cease: not many of us ever were here tonight
Dexter Fong: Cat: Lotteries and off-track betting put a big dent in their gambling enterprises but they still got a lot of other things going on
Elayne: Cat, from your blog it sounds like your Vegas trip was overwhelming!
cease: it was indeed el. i promised everyone there i was writing a book, so i can't go back until book is written
Dexter Fong: Cat: In NYC< Albanians and Russians are pushing the old mob (Italian) out of their turf
cease: that's why i had albanians in neal amid, dex
Principalpoop: we had a nice snow sunday, gone by monday afternoon though
Elayne: Snow? What's that?
Elayne: It's been a weird winter in NYC. Snow before Hallowe'en, a little bit in January, then nothing.
cease: supposed to snow here tomorrow
Dexter Fong: That's what we have on Halloween elayne
llanwydd: well, I'm out of here. take care, everybody
Principalpoop: night llan, good luck
Elayne: Not that I'm complaining, but you know, I do expect a little bit of winter during the, um, winter.
Elayne: Bye llan!
Principalpoop: i will walk the dog, bbl
||||||||| llanwydd leaves at 10:30 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: by llan
Dexter Fong: E: Read in the paper about the D.C. prequel to "Watchmen" and Allan Moore's refusal to participate
cease: watchboys?
Dexter Fong: Cat: lol, kinda =)
Dexter Fong: On street corners wherever you are, selling Fauxlexes
Dexter Fong: Guess E is off multitasking i.e. ignoring present company
Elayne: Sorry Dex, I'm back now.
Elayne: Moore has no use for it, but co-creator Dave Gibbons (a very nice guy) has no problem with it.
Dexter Fong: Oh...don't mind me...I'll just stand here in the hallway
cease: are you expecting an earthquake, dex?
Dexter Fong: No, Cat...what have you heard????
cease: eventually it'll all quake
Dexter Fong: A big tectonic event scheduled?
cease: not on our schedule
Dexter Fong: All the continnents are contracting...soon we'll really have "One World GOVERNMENT"
cease: run by goldman sachs o' crap
Elayne: Would that my continents would contract, if you get my meaning, if you catch my drift!
Dexter Fong: Don't forget about the Pope
Elayne: As in, continental drift...
Dexter Fong: and the Masons
Dexter Fong: and the Dixons
Dexter Fong: Still working the long hours elayne?
Elayne: Actually, I was expecting to today, Dex, but I got out at 6. Just been doing other stuff tonight.
Dexter Fong: Grats =)
Dexter Fong: Laundry?
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 10:46 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Phil Austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dexter Fong: Hello Phil
cease: French?
cease: it's PHIL
Dexter Fong whispers "wake up you guysm Phil is here
Phil Austin: I'm here, mucho belatedo
cease: what's up, phil?
Dexter Fong: And many beatings to you Sir
Phil Austin: Evening all, hope all is well throughout the chat
Dexter Fong: Yea! And even to the unchat
Dexter Fong: Those poor amuricans without kittycats
Phil Austin: And Cat, I just wish I knew what was up, in general.
cease: hope all is well with oona and the austin dogs
Dexter Fong: Market was up today, Phil
Merlyn: hey phil
Phil Austin: O. is good and six dogs are just fine. How's Icy?
Phil Austin: Hi, Dex, Hi Merl. Hi elayne
Merlyn: Phil, have you played Katawa Shoujo?
cease: http://www.seemrealland.blogspot.com/
Phil Austin: Hi, pooper
cease: Just back from Vegas, I could sense the neuronal paths being created. Very strange
Phil Austin: Merl: I haven't gone so far as playing it, but its existence is fascinating. That and its creation.
cease: Glad Steve Jobs wasn't doing it for me
Merlyn: the reaction is pretty strange too, Phil. Guys can't masturbate for days afterwards.
Dexter Fong: Big deal
Dexter Fong: Oops, Flaumax cutting in
Principalpoop: back, hey there
Phil Austin: what is flaumax?
||||||||| "Hey Phil Austin!" ... Phil Austin turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:53 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Phil Austin strides in at 10:53 PM with Danny Vanilla badgering him for an interview; since he has no badgers, Catherwood forcibly leads Danny Vanilla out the door.
Dexter Fong: Well, Phil...sometimes you get the urge, and the urge is most sudden and strong...Flaumax helps with that
Merlyn: His life of crime cut short
Principalpoop: you ignored him and so he left, and returned hehe
cease: hello again, phil
Phil Austin: I'm in, I'm out
Elayne: Evenin' Phil!
Merlyn: when the other 3 guys are in Mpls for Convergence, will they call you during a stage bit?
Principalpoop: way in now
cease: reminds me of the jain theology, where god creates the universe, discovers a flaw so destroys it, then creates it anew
Elayne: You sound like a rolling blackout, Phil. Must be an election year if they're pulling that again.
cease: forever
Dexter Fong: But more about Katawa Shoujo, the native american who led Louis and Clarke to the 7 golden ciries
cease: i'd rather have 7 golden cidres
Principalpoop: Jain wyatt? married to raygun?
Phil Austin: Merl: no one's discussed it with me.
Merlyn: A Katawa Shoujourner?
cease: a hindu offshoot, like bhuddism
Dexter Fong: Cat: I can get you a golden shower
Elayne: I'd say "Minneapolis? In winter?" but it's been balmy here so maybe it's balmy there too.
Merlyn: I'll try to kick someone, I suggested it
cease: no thnaks
Merlyn: Mpls around July 4
Merlyn: hardly any snow this winter
Dexter Fong: MayPoles, God I love/hate them
Elayne: So Cat, the Top Chef finalie episodes (remember when a finale was ONE episode) were shot in Vancouver, and I keep looking for you. :)
Principalpoop: ahh jain is a cousin of Siddhartha, ok
Elayne: I wish I had a cousin Jane.
Principalpoop: she might be a calamity hehe
cease: i attended a beer pairing on monday done by dale mackay, a top chef dude
Elayne: Oop, Daily Show starting shortly. Must lie down and make ready. Next week, all!
cease: never seen the show, or any other of that ilk, but he seems proud of it and his food is astonishingly good
Principalpoop: night e
Dexter Fong: I think she's the illegitame twin of Caine, roaming the southwest if search of Kharma
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- Elayne left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: by el
Merlyn: I can see my TV from my house
cease: are you dead?
Principalpoop: no he is just sleeping
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Feng SHUI?
cease: sounds like a near death experience, people suspended over their dead selves
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: you are thinking of astrial teleportation
Merlyn: fong feng
Dexter Fong: Could just be one of those Cirque thingies
Principalpoop: oh, like the hammock with a small hole cut in the bottom?
cease: i ate at le cirque in vegas. great vodka gelee, small enough for a liliputian
Dexter Fong: If your hair is blue and you're wearing a lot of feathers, it's one of those Cirque thingies
cease: ive never seen cirque de soleil and i intend to keep that record intact
Principalpoop: harpies or valkeries, Save the Wabbit
Dexter Fong: I'll notiy Guiness
Phil Austin: Ooona and I once, long ago, got so annoyed at Cirque de Soleil that we walked out
Dexter Fong: Shve the goddam hair
Principalpoop: sacre bleu, dommage
cease: i'm not even walking in
Dexter Fong: Phil: Did they stop the show lol
Phil Austin: nothing can stop them. They're a force of nature.
Dexter Fong: A lot of them *are* green
Principalpoop: Europeans do have a different tempo, maybe watching soccer does something to them
cease: not buying tickets for their events is a good way of stopping them
Dexter Fong: And those small sporty autos
Merlyn: that clowns get out of
Principalpoop: sad faced clowns at that
cease: i'd be sad too, stuck in a car with a bunch of clowns
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Hundreds of them
Dexter Fong: and none of them are goose stepping
Merlyn: sad faced clowns holding knives
Merlyn: roasting hobos
Dexter Fong: And these unbreakable knives can be your for only pennies a month
Merlyn: and holding Republican debates
Dexter Fong: roasting hobos?
Principalpoop: reading against the day again
Merlyn: part of an insane art bit of Phil's
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Bindlestaff Bonfires
Merlyn: starts with painting clowns, sad eyed orphans, hobos
Dexter Fong: afk fam
Merlyn: goes on to sad-faced clowns roasting hobos
Phil Austin: actually its the art piece from Eat or Be Eaten. Perfect for your wall, or under your car. Oil on Astroturf.
Principalpoop: that is disgusting and inappropriate
Principalpoop: i am offended, can I get compensation?
Phil Austin: Each painting is signed. By someone.
Principalpoop: ok, I'll buy, but only if the eyes follow me
Merlyn: not sure where I heard it then, but I remember that line
cease: it would be scary if it weren't
Phil Austin: those eyes. Weird.
Principalpoop: i will put it next to the dogs and elvis playing poker
cease: that's what everyone told me in japan for 17 years, phil.
Dexter Fong: Deal me back in
Merlyn: I'll deal you in from the bottom
Dexter Fong: Were you there during war time Cat?
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: I *don't* like doggy style
Principalpoop: ok, dr pepper, 2s, 4s, and 10s are wild, hi-lo, follow the queen
Dexter Fong: You follow her Poop. I'll follow you heh heh
Principalpoop: don't forget that restraining order applies both ways fong
Dexter Fong: two way bondage, I'll take it
cease: which war, dex?
Dexter Fong: Why the big war, son
cease: my eyes are considered weird in japan in any era
cease: they're so blue, and round
cease: not like normal ishikawa's
Dexter Fong: Deep limpid pools
Principalpoop: oh my, ohh
Dexter Fong: into which a smallish type japanese could fall and drown
Phil Austin: i'm slogging through Murakami's IQ84 at the moment
Dexter Fong: Oh! It damn big tsunami in miscrocosm all over again
cease: that's a big book, phil
cease: ive only read his short stories in the new yorker, which i've liked a lot
Dexter Fong: And apparnetly -re: the NYTimes Book review is emminently really hard to slog thru
Phil Austin: Long or short, he's always interesting.
Principalpoop: i might wait for the anime
Dexter Fong: It's coming soon, Poop...why we can make a hamburger in a petrie dish
Principalpoop: Rob?
Principalpoop: has a dish?
Dexter Fong: Katawa Murakami as a meat ball
Dexter Fong: Now that's anime
Dexter Fong: Delores Del Rio as Huevos rancheros
Phil Austin: Huevos del Rio. River Eggs. Doesn't sound all that appetizing, although fertile Huevos del Rio might easily propagate Mexico.
Phil Austin: Wasn't River Eggs an American actor who died in a Cocaine Club or something like it?
Dexter Fong: f course, fish roe, or caviar
Principalpoop: in the mosqujito beach movie
cease: jose's taco is a few choice caviar on a baconesque strip of jamon imberico. it is intense
Dexter Fong: Stariing , of course, Delores del Rio
cease: part of the menu at "e," jose's restaurant for 8 people tucked in the back of a big tapas place in vegas
Dexter Fong: What are the odds?
cease: dex, as i think i told yuou last week, the mocktails were better than the food, just like per se
Principalpoop: i was in imberico once, nice toots
Dexter Fong: Yes...although I think, that as in so many things, less would have been more
Principalpoop: and wanting is better than having, yah yah
cease: same with e. 24 courses was WAY too many, even if many were only 1 bite
Dexter Fong: That's real grown up, Poop
cease: some were many not so good bites
Dexter Fong: Does someone need a time out?
Principalpoop: neener neener
Dexter Fong: That's it young man! Bend over!!
Dexter Fong: Time to become a catholic
Principalpoop rolling up my arm. I want premium
Dexter Fong: Or the religion of your choice
Principalpoop: lend me some money for lent
Principalpoop: 24 courses is a bit much
Dexter Fong: Here's a buck
Dexter Fong: Get on
Principalpoop: hold your horses
Dexter Fong: Yes, hold your horses here at Shroom Lakes Equestrianary
Dexter Fong: You'll never ride side saddle again
cease: horses are hard to hold
Principalpoop: lots of gigs in the habor there phil?
Dexter Fong: I was aholdin two horses and drawed three sheeps,...I shot em
Principalpoop: harbor even
Principalpoop: sheep are easy, try to draw an elephant
Principalpoop: probably tired of all the gig harbor jokes, that won't slow me down
Dexter Fong: I can draw a kitty cat, Uncle Poop
Principalpoop: nino knows all
Dexter Fong: You draw a little circle on top of a bigger circle....there!
Principalpoop: ok, just one hour with the glowing jesus in the closet tonight fong
Phil Austin: Gig Harbor is a town with no gigs, much as Fox Island is an island with no foxes.
Dexter Fong: Now you draw a winedy tail
Principalpoop: you do have a harbor at least, right?
Dexter Fong: I grew up near Grand Island where there were no more Grandees, alas
Principalpoop: you can always find and get gigs, if you decide you want some
Dexter Fong: That's right Tween....oops! Poop
cease: i'm watching cbc show about fukushima
Dexter Fong: We don't get those space channels here in America
Principalpoop: huh? vote for ron paul hehehehe
Principalpoop: poor shima
cease: david suzuki, tv show called nature of things been on tv forever, very brave reporter/scientist, uncovering stuff for us in canada not yet released in japan
Dexter Fong: Got your attention finally did it, Poop?
Phil Austin: There is certainly a harbor and today there was a horrible shooting in nearby Port Orchard with a crazed methamphetamine addict killing a cop. We've got it all here.
Principalpoop: ok llan, oops fong
Principalpoop: ewwwww, drug crazed killings, that is LAs forte
cease: on fox island, phil?
Phil Austin: Meth does real well in rural areas, turns out.
Dexter Fong: Phil, et alia: I find the perpetuating meth problem that no longer exists here in the east but is prevelent in the north west to be perplexing
Phil Austin: No, north of here thirty miles or so
Principalpoop: available and cheap to make, the key qualities
Dexter Fong: What I means to say is, "What's up with that?"
cease: a friend demanded i watch breaking bad. so at least i'm more culturally aware than usual
cease: all i know of crystal meth. in vancouver the gangs kill each other over coke and grass
Dexter Fong: lol Cat
Dexter Fong: If you don't watch TV you won't understand the world =)
Principalpoop: that explains much fong, thanks
cease: the skys of new mexico are REally Pretty
cease: even if i have to close my eyes when all the violence happens
Dexter Fong: New Mexican violence? Los Zetas??
cease: when walt the meth man discovers the vast lab his boss has for him and gets to work, the song played is vince guaraldi's Ginza.
cease: vince has come along way from peanuts.
cease: when i walked out of bar masa at the aria, i heard a guaraldi tune coming from a nearby bar
cease: a young gilr said "charlie brown" it was exquisite
cease: riffs of that are on the blog
Principalpoop: Ginza knives, just like the sad faced clowns carried
Dexter Fong: And for the next 20 minutes - we can't do this all day you know- two for the price of three!
Dexter Fong: Anyone know the Knicks/Heat outcome?
Principalpoop: new york or miami won
Dexter Fong: Puingent but, still Cognescent analysis
cease: isnt it on tv, dex?
Dexter Fong: Back to you Sluggo
Phil Austin: Heat wins. I'm watching Lakers. and I'm gone. So nice to talk to y'all.
||||||||| Phil Austin leaves to catch the 11:55 PM train to Gig Harbor.
cease: by phil
Principalpoop: night phil
Dexter Fong: Ddamnnnn! I wanted to catch that train
Dexter Fong: My brief case is on that train
Merlyn: nite phil
Merlyn: I have to get some sleep anyway
Dexter Fong: Choo Choo Phil
Merlyn: see you guise next week
||||||||| At 11:56 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Merlyn :You can get that sleep anyway you want
Principalpoop: only thing I can guess is that meth has to kill off a certain level of the using population before it becomes unpopular
cease: off we flee
||||||||| "11:57 PM? I'm late!" exclaims cease, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Dexter Fong: Poop:
Principalpoop: geebers, bus, leaving fast
Principalpoop: good evening mister fong, has a super week
Dexter Fong: Meth was a major epidemic here for 4 or 5 years, that just evaporated
Principalpoop: same here
Principalpoop: night
||||||||| At 11:58 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: It is said by some that heroin surplanted it
Dexter Fong: Night =)
Dexter Fong: And to all a good (insert your choice here)
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
Dexter Fong
Phil Austin
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