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 April 19, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:25 AM and late as usual, it's Son of Firesign, just back from Vermillion."
Son of Firesign: Lord Eddie Beaverbrooke! Turn over a new mattress...! Oh, Lord I can't!!
Son of Firesign: Radio Now! Chump Threads comin atcha width Sports In Your Shorts... ... I been bettin on my own kids games!! No more!! ... Where's that chair!?!!?! I've been locked in this box by those guys with the eyeball hats!!

||||||||| Around 7:26 AM, Son of Firesign walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 19, 2012 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: hey dex
Merlyn: let's scroll off the big text
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| cease enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Merlyn: just a little more smalltalk
Merlyn: not the computer language
cease: hi merl, dex
Dexter Fong: Howe small is he
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
cease: see you in a couple days, merl
Dexter Fong: We're scrolling of the big text
Merlyn: yep cat
cease: you were absent last week, dex?
Merlyn: are you going to the hollywood thingy?
Merlyn: or whereever it is
Dexter Fong: We're almost there
cease: no
Dexter Fong: Yes I was Cat
Merlyn: I am there, dex, I only use 10 lines
Dexter Fong: Gave notice the week before as I always try to do
Merlyn: but I will keep typing for you
Dexter Fong: I'm a 20x20 man myself
Dexter Fong: All clear
Dexter Fong: Merlyn, you are my type
Merlyn: maybe I have pica then
Merlyn: I could eat my words
Dexter Fong: Hey! No picaing
Merlyn: the joke drought continues
cease: i trust that will end on saturday night
cease: you know what's happening at the theatre, merl?
Merlyn: well, a partial joke drought since Peter is gone
Merlyn: no idea
Merlyn: but some xm radio footage will be used in a tribute
Merlyn: so there will be lots of footage of Peter at some point
Merlyn: "radio footage"
cease: that's good
Merlyn: there's a mixed metaphor
cease: i see the announcement on planet p as well as facebook that video of the event will happen, somewhere
Merlyn: yeah, somehow
cease: you're not part of the taping?
cease: taylor tells me he wont be there.
Merlyn: I think they've got something set up, but I'll bring my canera
Merlyn: taylor can't make it? bummer
cease: and i leqrn from facebook that joe auger wont be there
cease: i had thought to bring my good camera, but if it wont be needed, might as well leave it home
Merlyn: you mean video camera?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
Principalpoop: hey all
cease: hi poop
cease: yes i have a canon xl-1, a very good camera, even though it's 9 years old
Principalpoop: go ahead and take your good camera, photos for you
cease: it's a bitch to shlep around. heavy
Principalpoop: probably analog, does it make VHS?
Merlyn: digital?
Merlyn: Mine's older
Merlyn: I'm bringing my camera
cease: digital.
cease: i held on to your camera to stabilize it at the langley shows, merl.
cease: detracted somewhat from my enjoyment of the shows
cease: same with the 99 shows where doc tech and i used both our DATs to record the shows
cease: worrying about audio/video does detract from enjoyment of humour
Principalpoop: some of the younger audience is probably taping and streaming the action with google glasses
cease: you think they're already happening, poop?
Dexter Fong: Google glasses? The kind with the eyeball on a spring?
Principalpoop: not on the street, but sure
cease: bergman would approve. he always wanted to be in on the latest tech thing
Principalpoop: that was mission impossible technology from the 90s hehe
cease: i saw them on colbert. i thought they were only for people of his ilk
Principalpoop: heads up display in goggles in not new
Principalpoop: having google as the display, is
Merlyn: they should've gone with "google goggles"
Principalpoop: what are people texting about all the fucking time? I see them now in waiting rooms, texting constantly
Dexter Fong: They're texting about have to sit in waiting rooms
Principalpoop: nobody is alone, they are conversing with their pals 24/7
cease: better than hearing people babbling on their cell phones all the time
Principalpoop: that is why they have magazines for christs sake hehe
Dexter Fong: Magazines have to many characters
Principalpoop: years since I skimmed through a mademoiselle
Merlyn: magazines have too many bullets
Principalpoop: that is true, commercials every place you look, billboards, tv, cars, clothes
Dexter Fong: Praise the lord and pass the Mademoiselle
Principalpoop: i got called before I found the scratch and sniff
Merlyn: especially machine gun magazines
Dexter Fong: Like Glock & SPIEL
Merlyn: scratch and sniff machine gun magazines
Merlyn: blow your nose off
Principalpoop: i saw top gun or top shot the other day, bulleyes at 1500 yards, omg
Merlyn: glock & der spiegel?
Dexter Fong: Jah
Principalpoop: herr springer
Principalpoop: with a herr trigger
Dexter Fong: Mine Glockenspiel has a hair trigger
Merlyn: and a herr ing
Dexter Fong: What?
Merlyn: I just realized some asian people who move to Germany would be Herr Ng
Principalpoop: NRA and others say Obamas first term was a scam, a ruse, the 2nd 4 years he will gut the constitution...
Merlyn: a commie would be a red Herr Ng
Principalpoop: lol M
Merlyn: yeah, dictator tyrants always wait a courtesy term
Principalpoop: somebody must have used that before, I hope so lol
Dexter Fong: And you can truly rely on the NRAfor unbiased information
Principalpoop: they know it in their stomach, not by facts in their brain
cease: they have certainly taken over canada. as soon as they got a majority, the conservatives erased the gun registry here
Dexter Fong: For their stomach knowledge come not from their brains but from their asses
Merlyn: gut mit uns?
Dexter Fong: Thanks knitted them nyself
Principalpoop: so, with their heads up their asses, they just think it is the stomach?
Dexter Fong: Duo denum
Dexter Fong: two denums instead of one
Principalpoop: mitt said the dog loved it, you try it you sob, see if you love it
Principalpoop: gd sob
Dexter Fong: gd sob= Good sorbet?
Principalpoop: unrelenting wind for miles and miles, come on now
Principalpoop: he is really trusting in etchosketch and that we are idiots...
Merlyn: cat, let me give you my cellphone number
Principalpoop: he is up in the polls, lol
cease: if america weren't full of idiots, how do you explain republicans?
cease: oh, you have a cell now, merl?
Merlyn: yep, finally got a cheap one
Dexter Fong: It is quite possible that Mitt is dumber than GWB
cease: i'll be with a friend and he has one.
cease: thanks merl
Principalpoop: i think so, his stories blow my mind
cease: we're both at the same hotel.
Merlyn: not snubbing you other guys, just don't want spammers to find it
Dexter Fong: The Pink Hotel?
Dexter Fong: I think it burned down
Principalpoop: sniff sniff, ok, i will turn off the gas
cease: will find out its colour, soon enough
Principalpoop: server error, only in the bottom part of the chat?
Principalpoop: never seen that before
Dexter Fong: Oooh! "colo*U*r" I love it
Merlyn: refresh PP?
Principalpoop: Premature end of script headers: chatpriv.php
Principalpoop: i tried that, chat is ok
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:38 PM and late as usual, it's jahgust, just back from Hellmouth."
Dexter Fong: Hi jah
jahgust: Hello Dear Friends!
Principalpoop: Server error! The server encountered an internal error and was unable to complete your request.
Principalpoop: i will log out and try again
||||||||| At 9:40 PM, Principalpoop hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: wb poop
Principalpoop: fine again
Principalpoop: that is new, a problem lurking out there M lol
Dexter Fong: refined
jahgust: This is worker speaking. Was it something I said?
Merlyn: nope, that's the host machine's problem
Dexter Fong: Not yet
Principalpoop: bring me just a taste of something fine
Dexter Fong: Try thic copy of Mademoiselle
Merlyn: hey jahgust
cease: hi joe
Principalpoop: it happened before you arrived jahgust, or I would not hesitate to blame you
jahgust: Hey Merl
Dexter Fong: Blame him anyway
jahgust: Ah well as everything revolves around me it MUST be my fault!!
Principalpoop: it is his fault M, give him a disease
Dexter Fong: Since he wasn't here, he has no albino er alibi
Principalpoop: how do you choose a color for a cell phone M?
Principalpoop: looking for cool or serious or fun? hehe
Dexter Fong: By touch
jahgust: HHmm I feel like a spot of jaundice tonight Catherwood, can you hit me up?
||||||||| Catherwood hits jahgust up.
jahgust: MMM much better!
Dexter Fong: Catherwood just saw the 3 Stooges movie
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
Merlyn: just got 2 black phones
Principalpoop: i think the expensive have little jackets, you can change them to fit your mood or outfit
Dexter Fong hits Catherwood over the head with a big hammer
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: Poop: My phone has a little fried pork jacket
Principalpoop: is that kosher?
Dexter Fong: Not on Saturdays
Merlyn: mine has a smoking jacket if I plug it into 220 V
Principalpoop: you have to use the land line?
Dexter Fong: Yes and two if by sea
Merlyn: just the land sharks
Principalpoop: i want cell phones I can use once and throw in a trash can like a drug dealer or spy
Dexter Fong: Don't open the door it's a trick
Dexter Fong: Poop: Just follow then and grab the phone they thrw away
Merlyn: a sleeper cell phone?
Principalpoop: no, then the cops or the other spies will be after me, I am not stupid hehe
Dexter Fong: Yes, it's on vibrate
cease: did woody allen's sleeper predict cell phones?
Principalpoop: call me, call me anytime, I keep my cell phone in my right front pocket, wink wink
cease: sounds like a line from proctor and bergman's Power
Merlyn: no, but gay robots
Merlyn: or at least fey robots
Merlyn: or maybe Fe robots
Dexter Fong: Like on Ferguson's show"?
Merlyn: made of iron
Principalpoop: it is all about you jag, throw in your 2 cents
cease: sounds like chinese art exhibit i'm watching now on pbs news
Dexter Fong: Iron Maiden, a great band
cease: archeology for the future
Principalpoop: were they heavy metal?
Merlyn: someone pointed out that "female" = "Fe male" = "iron man"
jahgust: sorry had a call, wud I miss?
Dexter Fong: You missed all the exposition
Principalpoop: ahh ok, nevermind, you were on topic, you were on the topic
Dexter Fong: Cell phones in our future? Yes or Maybe.
jahgust: since the eagle landed?
Dexter Fong: I spread the eagle
Principalpoop: i think they will be inserted in the brain
Principalpoop: i beat off the eagle
Dexter Fong: Eagles? I don't wanna be a birdbrain
jahgust: Egalitarians the lot of you!
Dexter Fong: A Hummingbird seems more feasible, but then I'd be a hummer
cease: the band should be on tonight
Merlyn: you can check the log, or log the czech
Dexter Fong: Seems fair enough
Principalpoop: a band on the leg?
Dexter Fong: House arrest
cease: i see him on pbs performing at his house a few monthes ago
cease: looks older than shit, but could still sing, sort of
Dexter Fong: NEW musical genre...House arrest music
Dexter Fong: Cat: Who you talking about?
cease: 5 years younger than dex
cease: levon helm, just died
cease: died of old age
Dexter Fong: Wow, and Dick Clark too
jahgust: Band with the Runs,(early Mccartney Demo akin to Scrambled Eggs)!
cease: clark was like paul krassner, eternally young. krassner just turned 80 last week
cease: i told him 80 is the new 79
jahgust: Greg Ham of Men At Work also found dead today... really bad year for musicians so far
Principalpoop: goodness
cease: he came from a band down under
cease: now he's under
Dexter Fong: They run counterclockwise
Merlyn: where women glow, and men thunder
Principalpoop: How the hell can a person, go to work in the morning, come home in the evening, and have nothing to say?
Dexter Fong: They're mute?
Principalpoop: wrong song, vegomite sandwich
Dexter Fong: Hum this one: Ploughman's lunch
Principalpoop: bring tea for the tillerman
jahgust: Poop Bad Grammar perhaps?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: volga boatman
Dexter Fong: I'll just have some pickles down the rat hole
jahgust: Gesundheit!
Principalpoop: have ken put some shrimp on barbie
Dexter Fong: Captain Gesundheit, lubber
Principalpoop: heck, i forget how volga boatman goes, I will need to youtube later
cease: very tasty pickels
Dexter Fong: It's the smoked paprika
Principalpoop: i never tried smoking paprika, bong it?
cease: i didnt know paprika smoked
Dexter Fong: You need a designated smoker poop
Principalpoop: sure paprika smokes, thats what makes it rika
jahgust: Paprika I loved that women but she reaked havoc on Pap!
Dexter Fong: Porta rika?
Principalpoop: yes the portapotta rika
Dexter Fong: Ah! Toilet humor....at last.....=}
Principalpoop: no no, lets not go there
Principalpoop: try the last stall on the left
jahgust: So that is where she goes!
Dexter Fong: And I rise again, flushed
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: fong is a floater
cease: were we not on for a minute?
Principalpoop: yes, stalled here also
Principalpoop: china and america practicing their cyberwarfare
jahgust: unhappy macnam...creepy!!
Dexter Fong: I just got the server error thingie poop and merl
Principalpoop: just as san francisco shut down all the cell phone and text antennas on the occupy folks
Principalpoop: this internet is fragile
jahgust: Poop Thats what she said!!
Principalpoop: i had to reboot the chat to escape that error message fong, otherwise harmless
cease: life is fragile
Dexter Fong: I just reloaded my magazine poop
Principalpoop: i love pronouncing that frah gill lee
jahgust: Look under fragile!
Dexter Fong: Poop: As in a girl's leg lamp frah gill lee?
Principalpoop: that is her
Principalpoop: i think she was a fraulein when she modeled for that
Principalpoop: a frau lying down hehe
Dexter Fong: I think she was a fauxlein
Dexter Fong: in a fried pork jacket
Principalpoop: oh he said faux, ban him
Principalpoop: faux me? noo faux you
Dexter Fong: fuax you...faux me....faux evermore
Principalpoop: you faux my wife?
Dexter Fong: Not me..it was the bees and the spiders dey jammed the faulock
Principalpoop: you scream I scream we all go faux ice cream
Principalpoop: put that in the form of a question
Dexter Fong: wait a minure mister.....I gotta nickel
Dexter Fong: inute
jahgust: Wait for me!
cease: sorry, it costs a dime
Principalpoop: wait a minute mister postman
Dexter Fong: I just dropped a dime
Principalpoop: rats, I was going to ask if I could borrow it
Principalpoop: i think phone calls are 25 cents now, if you can find a public phone
Principalpoop: most people have cell phones hehe
jahgust: Unfortunatly the dime was in rococos pocket!
Principalpoop: some are black, some are other colors
Dexter Fong: They are seldom seen
Principalpoop: This has not happened to me since M
cease: most but not all
Dexter Fong: This has not happened to *me* since L
Principalpoop: we have all passed a lot of water since L
jahgust: Are we watching our Ps and Qs tonight or are we just F'ed?
Principalpoop: see that pond going by right there?
Dexter Fong: Some of it over the dam, some of it under the bridge, but a lot of it in our pants
Principalpoop: yes, don't forget being PO'd
Dexter Fong: F'ed? Some kind of shipping company....a governmental regulatory committee board?
Principalpoop: off, not on, perverts
Dexter Fong: Off you go then perverts
jahgust: Effing A...
Dexter Fong: Yeah!!
Principalpoop: so a moron can tell if he is coming or going...
Principalpoop: white versus yellow
Dexter Fong: Only if he asks another moron who went into the bar with him
jahgust: A sudsidiary of U.S. plus...they own the idea of probably everything at this point...
Dexter Fong: They *OWN* the idea of owning
jahgust: I see we are raising the bar tonight!
Dexter Fong: White versus yellow? Are instigating race wars poop?
Principalpoop: OWN OWN OWN, americans mantra, OM OM OM indias mantra OY OY OY israels mantra
jahgust: mmm...now I want raisin bars!!
Dexter Fong: jah: The bar is up and open...everybody's welcome
cease: does the bar need a raise? i thought it was working for scale
Principalpoop: i want a rebar pie
Dexter Fong: A bar scale. for that perfect blend
Dexter Fong: Poop: You want extra cement on that?
jahgust: Rebar Pie sounds like something Goodyear might make!
Principalpoop: a bar stool, for that perfect sitting experience
cease: bye bye, rebar pie
Dexter Fong: A set of 20s wrapped with Goodyear rebar Pies
Principalpoop: drove my mini to the fini
Dexter Fong: They don't just grip the pavement, they take a slice out of it
jahgust: Do your old tires make you feel old and tired then put a brace of rebar pies on the caddy and head down to the ninth hole!!
Dexter Fong: You'll be glad you did
Principalpoop: oiy oiy oiy welsh mantra, where is llan?
Dexter Fong: Und vere is Hairtweeny
Principalpoop: all this tire talk makes me pneumatic
cease: not everyone shows up every week
Dexter Fong: Well hell, where's their sense of propriety?
Principalpoop: look at fong, he is here, but counts as a minus
Dexter Fong: And you too are a minus but multiply us and its puss all the...plus all the way
jahgust: Does he have the Minus touch?
Principalpoop: in society, propriety they say marie
cease: but 2 minuses make a plus
Dexter Fong: I used to play bass, they said I had theMingus touch
Principalpoop: speaking of my sinuses, don't
Dexter Fong makes a somewhat obscure jazz reference
Principalpoop: everyone knows dingus mingus, only had 2 fingers, tried to play bass
jahgust: I just made a Jazz Noise in here...my cat did not think it was funny...
Dexter Fong: On which hand were the two fingers?
Principalpoop: revenge kitty, get revenge
Principalpoop: one on each
Dexter Fong: Shit in his shoe kitty
jahgust: yuuuu
Dexter Fong: Poop: That would be a serious deficit to overcome, bass playing wise
jahgust: That is what my cat just contributed!!! No foolin!
Principalpoop: yep, they were not being nice when they said you had the mingus touch
Dexter Fong: The shit in the shoe?
Principalpoop: he gentle tapped the keyboard, how cute, slap it hard quick so it learns to stay away
jahgust: no the cryptic..."yuuuu"... weird!
Principalpoop: he goes to the cat chat while you are at work
Principalpoop: bragging about how many hours of naps they had, mouses they caught and played with
cease: in france that would be the chat chat
jahgust: him and his brother put on my newly washed clothes and strut around making snarky remarks about me!
Dexter Fong quotes from Cat Chat "I justed licked my ass. Wonder what I had for breakfast. Wait somethings moving over by the corner of the ceiling. I'll stare at it for 3 minutes.
Principalpoop: catty, well they are cats afterall
Principalpoop: sorry cat
Dexter Fong: Cat: oui! oui! =)
cease: better than watch the blue jays lose again
Dexter Fong: A cat against a blue jay? The cat wins everytime unless the bluejay can fly away
Dexter Fong: Hey Hey
cease: down 3-9 against tampa
Dexter Fong: Bay Bay!
Principalpoop: oh bay bay
cease: lost 2-12 yesterday
Principalpoop: heading up into basketball scores
Dexter Fong: Are they on the road?
Dexter Fong: Heads up!
cease: no, at home. doesnt do them much good
cease: they lost 2 of 3 to baltimore, and that's hard to do
Principalpoop: are they on the road, again?
cease: had a great spring training, not that it means anything.
Merlyn: hey, see you next week, except see you Saturday cat
Principalpoop: night M, thanks
Principalpoop: enjoy your phone :D
cease: nba playoffs coming soon
cease: yes merl see you soonest
Dexter Fong: Well Baltimores got a good young crop of youngsters just up from the fruitfly league
||||||||| Merlyn scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:42 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks merlyn
jahgust: Night Merl unfortunatley I cannot make this weekend so hopefully chat soon!
cease: i tried to talk to las vegasons about baseball as lv is the blue jays triple A team, but couldnt meet anyone who cared
cease: yes joe, you'll be there in spirit anyway
Dexter Fong: And I too cat
cease: of course, dex
Principalpoop: what if he needs his spirit where he is? how can he be in two places when he is not anywhere at all?
cease: i dont know if bergman believed in such things, or just pretended to for amusement
Dexter Fong: I carry my spirits in an ald silver flask my daddy stole
cease: he believed a LOT of strange things
Principalpoop: it doesn't matter if you believe in God, God believes in you, gotcha!!!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did he *really* believe them or just entertained them because he thought they were of interest
jahgust: I will be there! In spiritus! There will be a little You Tube tribute that I put together up for the weekend for revelers to enjoy of me covering The Loon Song behind shots of what ended up being Petes last L.A. shows.
Principalpoop: cornered like a rat, no atheists allowed
cease: who knows?
cease: that was fantastic, joe
Principalpoop: ok, i supposed you could astral-projection, that is not religious
Dexter Fong: There are no atheists in the rat hole, only pickles
Dexter Fong: An once a week, bottles
cease: pickles down the rat hole, still picking
Dexter Fong: For the morale
Principalpoop: how is bottles? she must be getting long in the tooth now
Principalpoop: cool jahgust, das gut
cease: that's ok. it's a long bottle
Dexter Fong: Actually, she had her teeth filed down
Principalpoop: or they grow through the brain
Dexter Fong: Got herself a 18 Carrott grille
Principalpoop: now she has 2 racks, maybe 3
Dexter Fong: Rack 'em up is whatIsay
Principalpoop: rack rack rack pool sharks mantra
Dexter Fong: You the same guy I played before the bets tripled....pool sharks lament
Principalpoop: folks used to almost get violent, i would make shots that made me burst out loud laughing
Principalpoop: how the hell did I do that? lool
Principalpoop: mediocre with flashes of miracles
Principalpoop: ahh my wasted youth, dogs wants out, brb
Dexter Fong: Poop: A wonderful game for that kind of fun is "Call rotation" call the ball and the pocket: don't have to call combos, banks etc, you make your shot and get to keep the garbage
Dexter Fong: Cat: Remind me again when you're going to Vegas please
Dexter Fong: jah: Do you know when cat is going to Vegas?
cease: me?
Dexter Fong: Any other cats still here?
cease: i was there in feb. not going again this year that i'm aware of
jahgust: I'm gonna say..."yuuuu"....
Dexter Fong: lol jah
cease: you'd know that if you read www.seemrealland.blogspot.com
Dexter Fong: Cat: Well...okay...thought you might have entered a contest and won a week at Steve Wynn's joint or something
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: if steve offered me a joint, i'd have to consider it
Dexter Fong: Cat: Aws you well know, I'm barely on line and my experiences with your blogsite have casued my terribly infirm PC to develop displasia...
cease: i'm going to washington to honour peter bergman on saturday. that's my only planned trip to the states this year
Dexter Fong: Wouldn't it be both cool and wierd if Bergman were buried in Arlington ...
cease: indeed, dex
jahgust: He was cremated I believe...
Dexter Fong: Buried next to Bob and Ray (maybe Bob's still with us)
cease: yes he is, dex
cease: i heard interview with his son a few days ago
Dexter Fong: Don't just bury that axe Eugene, bury the ashes
cease: eugne, the city of axes
Dexter Fong: The world revolves around Eugene...and of course, jahgust =))
jahgust: Ima gettin so dizzy!!
jahgust: I been popping reds and yellows all day!
Dexter Fong: I'm gettin' bird
cease: now get dazzy and enter the baseball hall of fame
Dexter Fong: From 1500 yards too
Dexter Fong: 1500 yards? Thats a new record for the kick, pass punt competition
jahgust: I think I am just gonna get sleepy and enter he bed chamber...look for stuff on You Tube this weekend...tah all! gotta work inna mornin!
Dexter Fong: TAH LAH! jah
Dexter Fong: pardon the caps
cease: by joe
jahgust: Cat say hey to the boyz and Oona for me!!
Dexter Fong: or except them as proper tribute
||||||||| "Hey jahgust!" ... jahgust turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cease: will do, joe
cease: off we creep
||||||||| cease hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 11:11 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Cat: While I'd heard of the fabulous "momfuku" for some time, I never really knew where it was....found out today, it only 2 and 1/2 blocks away
Dexter Fong: well hell, sorry poop but I'm gone too. see yah next week
Principalpoop: back
Principalpoop: night night, fox or possom o rsomething out there
Principalpoop: little red eyes lsol
Principalpoop: ciao bebe
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:18 PM.
||||||||| 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:
Dexter Fong
Son of Firesign
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

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PP and Cat(cease)

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kend^/Dr. Headphones

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

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LeatherG & SO

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Ah, Clem and Bambi

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Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Bubba's Brain

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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

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404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten

And, "The Home Team"