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 May 17, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:21 PM and ah,clem steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '" a few minutes with FireSign Theatre, at about 9 eastern"'
||||||||| "8:23 PM? I'm late!" exclaims ah,clem, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 17, 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?"
||||||||| Catherwood leads cease inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Holy marconi, it's uh, clem...streaming again like he did last summer
cease: i cant hear anything
Dexter Fong: I am
Dexter Fong: I can Cat
Dexter Fong: Wow, happy birthday, JR..one day old!!
Dexter Fong: Any audio yet, Cat?
cease: nope
cease: will try the mac. this pc is barely alive
Dexter Fong: Glad to have you back Clem =)
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 9:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
ah,clem: hi all
Dexter Fong: Hi clem
cease: hello non audio clem. good to see you here again, even if not hear
ah,clem: was doing radio stuff
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bambi', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
ah,clem: I am on air
ah,clem: ask dex
Bambi: howdy Cat, Dex!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bambi: ah, clem has a birthday today!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi =)
ah,clem: sad you missed my intro
cease: hi bambi, poop
Bambi: hey princep!
ah,clem: hey PP
Principalpoop: why howdy yourself, cute bambi
Dexter Fong: Hey poop, look who's back!
Principalpoop: and ahh clem, let me get my headphones on
Dexter Fong: Happy birthday dear clem
ah,clem: thanks Dex
ah,clem: and PP
||||||||| Catherwood enters with no_anchovies close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
Principalpoop: a birthday? numbers go that high? hehe
no_anchovies: Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopop
Bambi: ah, shucks ;-)
cease: it works on the mac. the pc has a maynard g. krebbs attitude to work
Bambi: hey no anchovies
Principalpoop: goodness anchovies
cease: hi no, happy bday clem
Dexter Fong: He's speaking itralic
ah,clem: tks cat
no_anchovies: hmmm...birthdays abound.
Principalpoop: i know these voices
cease: wsih i had known how to say no anchovies in french when i ordered a pizza there at the Montreal world's fair in 67
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour everyone their favorite lovely beverage and some nice salsa and chips
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone their favorite lovely beverage and some nice salsa and chips.
Dexter Fong: Avec anchovies? Non!
cease: how is it going, clem and bambi?
no_anchovies: yeah, and no fair to anybody, C.
Bambi: please pour me a toasted almond Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives Bambi a toasted almond.
ah,clem: nothing like eating Irtailic
Principalpoop: sans anchovies s'il vous plait
Bambi: hanging in there Cat and you?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please pass the doobie to the left
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and inquires "Would you like something?"
Dexter Fong: A toke CATHERWOOd
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and inquires "Someone mention my name?"
Principalpoop: my left or your left?
Dexter Fong: Not me
no_anchovies: went to the ballpark yesterday. dang Padres actually won, for gosh sakes!
cease: pretty good. went out and took pix for the first time this year yest, some are up on my blog
Bambi: nice Cat
Bambi: will have to check them out
cease: still a little cool, needed jacket but weather is getting more inviting
Principalpoop: mutt and who?
cease: really anxious to get out and shooting again
cease: is this let's eat?
Dexter Fong: Dear F 2
ah,clem: it is a collection of isolated cuts
cease: aha
Principalpoop: cold cut sandwiches
Dexter Fong: Isolated cuts? Sounds like a shrapnel attack
ah,clem: wanted to have some fun with it
cease: sounds like the mutt and smutt stuff from le that went into that album they made when carter was president
Bambi: there will be a bit from here and a bit from there :-)
Principalpoop: it ain't a promiscious disease, it ain't a promisicious disease
Dexter Fong: glad o' that! glad o' that
cease: i wonder whose voice that was, the sack o duck chick
no_anchovies: remove that shrapnel Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs no_anchovies
no_anchovies is used to it
Principalpoop: porceline married tarface
cease: if anything can be known in firesign land, clem
Dexter Fong: did they have a bunch of little tar babies?
Principalpoop: tarface has brother texlex, from the city
Dexter Fong: Firesign land has it's own logic
Principalpoop: dey is pushing the limits of political correctness, sur enuf
Dexter Fong: right on!
cease: re porcelain's husband
Dexter Fong luxuriates in the much missed soundtrack to our little kchat
Principalpoop: dittos the fong
ah,clem: last I heard she was helping Porgy make the bed
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Tweenish', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cease: reminds me of oedipa maas's husband reappearing in Vineland, though we never found out what happened to her in Crying of Lot 49
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: She was fired because she couldn't make hospital corners
Principalpoop: hey tween
Bambi: hey Tweenish :-)
Tweenish: Hellooooo out there....
no_anchovies: what's this entrenching tool doing?
cease: hi tween
Dexter Fong: Hi tween, put on your cans and sync in
ah,clem: "he's so good with the servants"
Principalpoop: let's just look at the extras on this fabulous car
no_anchovies: edible poop on the steering column.
||||||||| "9:25 PM? 9:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Pitts_Rheumy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Pitts_Rheumy enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Pitts_Rheumy: Howdy
Dexter Fong: It's the Pitts
Principalpoop: the pitts
Tweenish: I was trying to think of some of my other favorite Bergman characters, and Player in Eat Or Be Eaten is right up there
no_anchovies: it's the Pitts!
Bambi: hey Pitts
Tweenish: Funny, since I just mentioned EobE
cease: yeah, player is bergman in love. good character
Principalpoop: Agnes Morehead
Dexter Fong: Peter Bergman *is* Agnes Moorhead
ah,clem: a cross section
Principalpoop: is or as?
Pitts_Rheumy: Speaking of EoBE, was it ever in CD form and for sale?
Dexter Fong: and a happy section
no_anchovies: Agnes was hot.
ah,clem: had to get the blues in here
cease: the firesign site might tell you, pitts
Dexter Fong: Dunno Pitts
Principalpoop: I've seen this, I think
cease: merl would know but he's not here
Pitts_Rheumy: Noticed everything else was CD, and no mention of it
Dexter Fong: Small animals!
ah,clem: yes
Principalpoop: on the other side of the highway now
Tweenish: Ah, and we have our DJ back :-)
Dexter Fong: Some small animals a smashed flat on the highway
Principalpoop: globners disease, deaf in left ear, static in the other, got it
no_anchovies: Armadillos.
ah,clem: smell-o-vision
Dexter Fong: I thought it was just my headphones
Dexter Fong: Hello?
Principalpoop: don't interrupt me fong
cease: smell-o-vixen?
Principalpoop: learning about chinchillas with synthetic fur
Dexter Fong: Whew! THought for a moment it was a flashback to those IRC splits
cease: my uncle used to raise chinchillas
Dexter Fong: Was his name brad er uh ken?
Principalpoop: tim
Bambi: there was a CD version of Eat or Be Eaten, but none available from what I can see. unavailable from amazon; only the vinyl is available
Principalpoop: coco sells used cars too
Pitts_Rheumy: thanks
Tweenish: I originally bought it in CD, Bambi
Tweenish: Have seen it on eBay
Principalpoop: lobar, frog boy of athens?
Bambi: don't know if they actually have any but it's listed here: http://www.discogs.com/Firesign-Theatre-Eat-Or-Be-Eaten/release/843915 from Germany
Dexter Fong: He's not here
Pitts_Rheumy: Suppose I could burn one from vinyl
Bambi: yeah, but none available on eBay right now
Bambi: only the vinyl there too
Dexter Fong: Bambi, have you looked under the bed?
Tweenish: In fact, EobE was one of the first CDs I ever bought
Pitts_Rheumy: Rare as a complete set of DF
Bambi: also unavailable on half.com too
Principalpoop: wink wink gusher nod nod
Dexter Fong: Clem, you don' wanna know what I think, Jefe
cease: re gusher: he was never without a woman, quoth his daughter
ah,clem: lol
Dexter Fong: Clem, seems like your connection to chat while broadcasting is much faster than it used to be
cease: he could turn out riffs like that constantly. a gusher of comedy
ah,clem: it varies, also I put some lag in
Principalpoop: sack of duck, sack of duck, yes less lag
ah,clem: feed always lagged for about 2 min
cease: in one of the bergman pieces they read at the kirkland brouhaha, he described the firesign as an orgasm factory
Dexter Fong: I put an old lag in jail once, where'd you put your lag?
Pitts_Rheumy: A little Cakewalk or Sound Forge and vinyl is CD, ... it's all in the content anyway
ah,clem: on the radio
Dexter Fong: Clem: Good idea, that way you can keep an ear on hm
no_anchovies: any tucker'd plums, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to no_anchovies and yells "My ears are burning..."
no_anchovies: that means i'm beat. gonna bail early folks.
Pitts_Rheumy: take care no-a
Dexter Fong: Night out there No
no_anchovies: maybe one too many $6 hot dogs at the stadium?
Principalpoop: au revoir sans anchovies
no_anchovies: thx. nite gang.
||||||||| At 9:42 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, no_anchovies!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cease: by no
Dexter Fong: means neccessary
Principalpoop: i could agree more
Principalpoop: huh?
Dexter Fong: I share your conviction
Bambi: of course it's out of print: http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-tl
Pitts_Rheumy: Print my own, I guess. Thanks for the effort
Principalpoop: we will tell M to start up the cd machine again...
Bambi: you are very welcome
Bambi: there ya go princep
Dexter Fong: I'll tell CD to turn *off* the M machine
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Nino says Clem, Bambi, Poop, and Tween are all in the same place at once
Pitts_Rheumy: Collective Disfunctions ?
ah,clem: nini is on drugs
Dexter Fong: Yes but not Nino
ah,clem: nino
Principalpoop: nini nana nono nunu
Dexter Fong: oh no nino 2
cease: sounds like portugese.
cease: watching interview with brand new jays player, brazilian guy
Dexter Fong: Robin Williams is a Portugee?
cease: contributed to jays win over yankees
ah,clem: don't congagate
Pitts_Rheumy: Ca-Cather-wood, sometimes
Dexter Fong: Lady conga date
Pitts_Rheumy: She's all of Miss L. Anus
Dexter Fong: Don't believe I've had the pleasure of her acquaintance
ah,clem: this is a great bit
ah,clem: hope everyone is enjoying it
Principalpoop: it is super
ah,clem: tks PP
Principalpoop: underarm division of gillete hehe
Tweenish: This is a great interview :)
Pitts_Rheumy: Penn and Gillete ?
cease: great comments by penn about bergman's death
Pitts_Rheumy: A kind soul
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: delicate, tuned
Dexter Fong: They did the two acter at The Bottom Line in NYC
Principalpoop: clark wintergreen, the musical?
Dexter Fong: You're thinking about Glee
Principalpoop: can't be that, never seen it
Dexter Fong: It's in social media so you've subconsciously experienced it
Principalpoop: yes
Dexter Fong: I need a refill but i can't leave the broadcast
Pitts_Rheumy: The refill is part of the broadcast
Dexter Fong: Then make mine a double
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: telethon for the debt
Pitts_Rheumy: refresh!
T>: np
Principalpoop: clem
ah,clem: yway
Principalpoop: chat went funny
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem marvelous, yes continued wishes for you guys doing well too clem and B
Pitts_Rheumy: Hope so, desert scenes are too quiet
ah,clem: tks so much PP
Dexter Fong: I'm back clem so let the good times roll
Dexter Fong: thanks
Bambi :-)
Principalpoop: no way to do all the good bergman clips in one night, get serious hehe
ah,clem: did you miss my rant?
Principalpoop: wbfong
ah,clem: lol
Principalpoop: yes, your voice is a comfort
ah,clem: aww
ah,clem: sniff
Dexter Fong: How's your rod and staff?
Principalpoop: and fascinatine interview
ah,clem: too personal (rod and staff)
ah,clem: lol
Dexter Fong: the how's your rod and reel?
Dexter Fong: then
ah,clem: rotf
Principalpoop: all your junk ok?
ah,clem: so far
Dexter Fong: One mans junk is another mans stuff
ah,clem: right
Pitts_Rheumy: Maybe listen to what Peter has mentored? Can you hear him in others?
Principalpoop: not in north carolina
Tweenish: lol p
Dexter Fong: I remember hearing this
Principalpoop: oh the chinese restaurant story, lordy
Tweenish: Yeah, that's pretty amazing
Dexter Fong: They called it The Dexter Fong Wars
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:12 PM and Elayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: proc told this story at the brouhaha
Tweenish: Hey E
Dexter Fong: Dexter Tong
Principalpoop: hi E
Elayne: Evenin' all! Wow, what a great night of one of my favorite TV shows. Dan Harmon is a genius. He has to be a Firesign fan.
cease: hi el
Dexter Fong: Hi E; see who I invited for tonights chat?
Elayne: Three episodes of Community in one night. I think my brain is melting.
Principalpoop: turn on cni E
Principalpoop: that is a fun show, cool
Elayne: Okay, hang on, I'll start the radio... it's just this chromium click here
Elayne: Ah, Mr. Procmer...
Elayne: Okay, and your guest, Dex?
Dexter Fong: Clem and Bambi
Dexter Fong: And Mr. Pitts=Rheumy
Dexter Fong: *_*
Elayne: Oh goodness, how silly of me! Hello, dear Jimmy Lee and Fran!! I've missed you!
Bambi: hey Elayne!
Elayne: If my brain were working I'd have been more on the ball.
Bambi -) Great to see you!
Pitts_Rheumy: It's anybody's guess-t
Elayne: I'm exhausted, I've been packing all week. We're moving to another floor, and my boss is a hoarder, so it's been a horrid, horrid time convincing him to throw out enough things to fit into a much smaller space.
ah,clem: hi E!
Dexter Fong: Who's a thunk
Elayne: They're trying to make our office as paperless as possible, and he's stuck in the 20th century with papers everywhere.
cease: bummer, el
Tweenish: Time to invest in a scanner
Dexter Fong: E: YOu're lucky he's not stuck in the sixteenth century
Principalpoop: like the librarian keeping 2 copies of the july 1963 national geographic, just in case
Elayne: Thanks Jimmy, lovely interview.
Elayne: And you just made me weep.
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop, i remember that issue, great naked african ladies
ah,clem: Bosco
Tweenish: They will live on in stereo hi-fi...
Dexter Fong: Bosco indeed
Principalpoop: not dead, how can you be dead when you are not anyplace at all?
Dexter Fong: Tween: =)
Principalpoop: thank yooooou
Dexter Fong: If you were vremated and had your ashes scattered at 30 thousand feet, you'd be everywhere at once
Bambi: I hate moving!
Dexter Fong: cremated
Elayne: Me too Bambi, especially when it's involuntary.
Dexter Fong: Just remember Bambi, nothing happens until something moves
ah,clem: or no where
ah,clem: matter of perspective
Bambi: yeah lol
Principalpoop: of course
Dexter Fong: off course
Elayne: Anybody have a Silly Site for me this evening? If not I must leave to search for one, then collapse.
Elayne: I promise, next week I shouldn't be as exhausted!
Pitts_Rheumy: Recharge
Tweenish: There's always Proc's newsletter
Tweenish: I love Planet Proctor
Dexter Fong: And we'll always have Paris......Hilton, that is
Dexter Fong believes he's just had a social media moment
Principalpoop: i have nothing ready, http://phys.org/news/2012-05-majorana-elusive-neutrino.html
Bambi: seems it would feel even worse to move from one floor to another in the same building
Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, I used a fallback. Now I have to go fall back.
Elayne: See you next week, all. Sorry I'm too numb to stay longer...
Principalpoop: have a good rest
Tweenish: Rest well E
cease: by el
Dexter Fong: Night E
cease: you can imagine seeing this on stage easily
Pitts_Rheumy: Turn off E to F
Bambi: have a great week Elayne!
Dexter Fong: Clem's a Clark teaser
Principalpoop: oh my
cease: yeah jack poet died recently
Principalpoop: toad away
Tweenish: clem was a saying a month to the day after Bergman
cease: i guess bergman needed something to drive
Dexter Fong: Just like Hseri and Lambchop
Dexter Fong: Sheri
Principalpoop: magic does exist
ah,clem: nytol. love ya
||||||||| ah,clem leaves at 10:31 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..."
Tweenish: Thranks, clem
Principalpoop: ciao ahhhh, clem, and beautiful B
Dexter Fong: Night Clem and Bambi too?
cease: thanks clem and bambi
Bambi: have a great week! see you all again!
Pitts_Rheumy: Thanks for the thoughts and sounds
cease: hope so
Principalpoop: yes please, I want more
Dexter Fong: Encore!
Dexter Fong: Encore, sans anchovies
Principalpoop: it his birthday, you must submit to his wishes tonight hehe bambi
Tweenish: Dibs on the encore!
Dexter Fong: I didn't know you could go dibs on an encore
Principalpoop: get the mayo and other stuff ready hehe
Dexter Fong: And don't forget the PICKLE! hee hee hee
Principalpoop: don't go too far fong
Dexter Fong whistles the Colonel Bogey March
cease: i wont forget, unless i'm pickeled
Principalpoop: i forget what I have forgotten
cease: and poor goebbels has no balls at all
Dexter Fong: So I've heard
Dexter Fong: Einsgrupen gefueror d'Medici had three
Principalpoop: george had no balls?
Dexter Fong: With that haircut, he didn't need them
Pitts_Rheumy: I'm taking the left exit, thanks for the patients
||||||||| 10:39 PM -- Pitts_Rheumy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Left, just as Nino predicted
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: wonderful seeing ahhh, clem and bambi again,and cni
Dexter Fong: Indeed
Tweenish: yes indeed
cease: indeed
Principalpoop: i think the crowd would be more consistent with the cni offering
cease: you may be right, poop
Principalpoop: lots of indeeds indeedy
Dexter Fong: I too believe so
cease: particularly if someone mentioned it on facebook in advance
Principalpoop: i may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you are looking for
Dexter Fong: No thanks, already tried one out
Tweenish: We'll just have to see if and when clem feels up to it
cease: which are worse, luna tics or martian flies?
Principalpoop: not your cup of schizo?
Principalpoop: wal-martians are worse
cease: lol
Dexter Fong: Cat: The worst is the schizo phreenes
Tweenish: I have met quite a few Wal-martians
Principalpoop: just heard about opium beer, oh my
Dexter Fong: The Sam's Clubber are pretty rare, but quite vicious
Dexter Fong: Cat: I know you generally don't drink hard liquor, but have you tried Absinthe (the real stuff) since it became legal (at least here in NYC)
Principalpoop: i guess the next martian lander lands in august, cool stuff that, one of the old ones still puttering around
cease: yes
Dexter Fong: And?............
Principalpoop: liqueurs
cease: there's video of me drinking it in vegas last may. video is pretty, but the drink is just licorice, not one of my favourite flavours
cease: my server suggested it may be hallucinagenic. alas, she was wrong
cease: but the dripping device is a trip to watch
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Poop some hard liqueur sans anchovies
||||||||| Catherwood brings poop some hard liqueur sans anchovies.
Principalpoop: it might be for ahh, folks, with a lower tolerance hehe
Principalpoop: hard to compete with 25 and orange sunshine
cease: true, poop
Dexter Fong: Cat: How many servings of the 'sinthe id you have
cease: one
Principalpoop: there is the problem, need to make an evening of it
cease: it wasnt cheap and i try and stick to drinking stuff that tastes good
Dexter Fong: Well, discretion and all that...certainly no danger of overdose =))
cease: french painters seemed fond of it at one time
Principalpoop: apparently you can buy ladybug attraction drugs for your garden, and drink it instead
cease: i dont wish to be attractive to ladybugs
Dexter Fong: Yes...and it gained a serious reputation as physically very dileterious
Principalpoop: some guy in roanoke jumped out it front window, thinking his house was on fire, it was not
Principalpoop: must be strong stuff
Dexter Fong: Poop: I prefer's Scott's liquid lawn liqueur
cease: lol
Principalpoop: they still sell sterno?
Principalpoop: hehe
Dexter Fong: avec (wait for it) anchovies!!
Tweenish: A Roundup cocktail?
Dexter Fong: It's your last Roundup, Cocktail...if that is your name
Principalpoop: might genetically alter your dna like real lsd lol
Dexter Fong: I've had to remap my genes
cease: there appears to be a cocktail in my genes
Dexter Fong: I was turning into Stan Lee
Tweenish: They called him the Kansas Cocktail, fasted drink in the West
Dexter Fong: Funny though, how them customers was always bad tippers
Principalpoop: you'd look like the boss on eagleheart
Dexter Fong: Goearge Chirico?
cease: problem with cocktails is that they're small drinks
Principalpoop: yes, give me highballs
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Well, as decently portion cocktail should be at least 8 ounces and up, a good martini should be *at least* 8 and preferably ten ounce
cease: i had a cocktail yesterday that was gone in 2 sips. that's ridiculous
Principalpoop: oops, that was an aperitif
Dexter Fong: I much agree Cat, I don't patronize establishments where they skimp you
Dexter Fong: both food, beverage, and service
Dexter Fong: oh! and price
Principalpoop: don't like skimpers huh? bigot
Principalpoop: skimps are people too
Dexter Fong: and maybe decor
Tweenish: If I wanted to pay for the atmosphere, I'd rent an oxygen cylinder
Principalpoop: what if a family member was a skimp?
Dexter Fong: Skimp huh? You look more like a porn...uh..prawn
cease: http://www.milestonesrestaurants.com/wish_list.php
Principalpoop: they still oxygen in some places?
cease: i had the Captain's Sunrise. barley wet my whistle
Dexter Fong: Uh dude, oxygen is all around...just like hydrogen....and nitrogen....and Neutrogen
Principalpoop: yum, all those look good
Tweenish: I always take along my oxygen danger indicator level meter I got from Ralph Spoilsport
cease: then i had a green apple martini. that was much more substantial
Dexter Fong: Warning: They comein small proportions
Principalpoop: i left out the word sell, lack of oxygen, send help, gack
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: i think it was LA with the smog, or maybe denver for the alltitude, sold time in airmask
Tweenish: Ever had a Southern Sunrise? Southern Comfort, grenadine and OJ
cease: you can look at the results of those drinks on my photography at my blog, which remains at www.seemrealland.blogspot.com.
Principalpoop: that sounds good too
cease: that sounds good, tween
Tweenish: It is
Principalpoop: i watched a guy drink a bottle of southern comfort once hehe
cease: you can buy oxygen at the vancouver airport and the air is fine here
Principalpoop: prestige, or simply too much money I guess
Principalpoop: my car dealership wants me to put nitrogen in my tires, what a scam...
cease: nitrogen in coffee is great, same place as the absinthe.
Principalpoop: if I was a nascar driver, sure, but my speeds, a waste of time and effort
Principalpoop: what is nitrogen doing in coffee?
Dexter Fong: Looks like the vack stroke
Dexter Fong: *back*
cease: its frozen.
Dexter Fong: and whipped
Dexter Fong: snap-dried and repacked in smaller containers for your status
Dexter Fong: now on sale?
cease: another great video of it being made is at http://www.seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2011_02_01_archive.html
Dexter Fong: buy two take one free?
cease: Vegas 5: Fleur x 2
Dexter Fong: The over under was 7 1/2
Tweenish: Well, that's it for me, folks. Everybody have a great week....
Tweenish: Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: ciao tween
Principalpoop: you too
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
||||||||| Tweenish rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Tweenish?! It's 11:11 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
cease: by tween
Principalpoop: vack stroke sounds erotic
cease: off i go. see y'all next week
Dexter Fong: Vack? I meant to say Drac
Dexter Fong: Night cat
Principalpoop: cat too, goodness, i did not hear the bus
Principalpoop: night canada
Dexter Fong: Hasty Bananas poop
Principalpoop: night all, choo choo ciao
||||||||| Principalpoop scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:14 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| 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 yaws
||||||||| cease - dead from measles
||||||||| 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
URL References:

Rogue's Gallery:

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

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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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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"