A Firesign Chat
12/20/2012




Archive

||||||||| 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 December 20, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 6:50 PM bus from Warren pulls away, leaving surfunk coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| HawkMoth enters at 6:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
HawkMoth: Hellooooo.
||||||||| Outside, the 6:57 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Floralacres coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 7:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| surfunk - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "7:13 PM and late as usual, it's AhClem, just back from Hellmouth."
AhClem: Whew
||||||||| AhClem dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's AhClem?! It's 7:17 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Floralacres - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Miss Sissy Boodles', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
HawkMoth: More Sugar!
||||||||| APRandom steals in around 7:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Miss Sissy Boodles departs at 7:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Miss Sissy Boodles in through the front door at 7:38 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Miss Sissy Boodles: This is so retro! In a good way I mean.
||||||||| At 7:38 PM, Miss Sissy Boodles vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
APRandom: Where's the dead cat?
APRandom: (and you're supposed to say) "It's in the soap dish"
APRandom: But here's soap in the soap dish.
APRandom: (and then you say) The cat's in the soap!
APRandom: What?
APRandom: (and then you say) Yes, dear, there's a whole dead cat in every bar of Dead Cat Soap!
APRandom: uh..uh...NOOOOO!
||||||||| APRandom says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, APRandom exits at 7:44 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood leads HappyBoy in through the front door at 7:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| "8:06 PM? 8:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTween enters and sits at the bar.
DJTween: Evenin' folks
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| HappyBoy - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "8:30 PM? 8:30 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Fred Twaddle should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Fred Twaddle enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:30 PM and chugdog bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Fred Twaddle: so there
DJTween: helloooooo
chugdog: pulling up right now in the stretch dumpster, and here's the celeberratzi takin pictures of themselves. oh, my it's Marilyn, she's just won a beautiful, solid silver empty marriatge.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ambientdreamer in through the front door at 8:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| HawkMoth - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| At 8:40 PM, ambientdreamer scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| At 8:40 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM bus from Texas pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 8:45 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
chugdog: the masters of artifice, from Hackercore, who brought you Ultra boring Adventure 2
DJTween: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween
Dexter Fong: I see we've had a brief barrage of boisterous newcomers or oldcomers with new nicks
DJTween: I think Tom shared my Facebook announcement through the FST fan page
Dexter Fong: You broadcasting yet Tweeny?
DJTween: We might get a few new people, hopefully
||||||||| 8:48 PM: Thwenny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
DJTween: the link is up, some pre-game audio in a couple of minutes
Dexter Fong: Roger that
Dexter Fong: gonna duck out for a quick time
||||||||| Around 8:50 PM, Dexter Fong walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:50 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
DJTween: some audio up now
||||||||| 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 cypo plummets into the garden at 8:54 PM.
Thwenny: Hi cypo
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fred Twaddle - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cypo: lets stand himm on his head.....
Thwenny: Would you be Curio, by any chance?
cypo: nope,... a virgin here,..
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'phil', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Thwenny: hehe
Thwenny: Hi Phil
phil: hi
DJTween: The audio link at the top of the page is active
||||||||| Outside, the 8:59 PM downtown bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving cs coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey cease
cs: hi all
Dexter Fong: Hi dog, cypo, phil, Thweeny
cypo: and the music so nice and "etherial"
Dexter Fong: Thwenny
Dexter Fong: sorry
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 20, 2012 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTween: That was Vangelis, from the Bladerunner sound track
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - John Mellencamp - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Dexter Fong: I didn't know he was a FST member, Tweeny
cs: got it
DJTween: Is that a complaint?
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Dexter Fong: Not at all =))
DJTween: k :)
Dexter Fong: With Bergman gone, they need someone new
cs: lol
DJTween: Well, I'd sure like to see them do something with Shearer
cs: speaking of pete, have you all read proc's tale?
Dexter Fong: I was thinking maybe John Prine but mellon is good
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop 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.
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
DJTween: Don't have any Prine
DJTween: Hey P
||||||||| 9:04 PM: blah jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: Hey blah
cs: http://www.planetproctor.com/
Principalpoop: hey blah
Principalpoop: hey all
Dexter Fong: Hyo blah
cs: halb
blah: hi all, what are we chatting about?
Principalpoop: we are all about chatting
||||||||| Merlyn sashays in at 9:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cs: is that phil fountain?
Principalpoop: hi M
Merlyn: hey dere
cs: merl
cypo: FST,.. can they make new record, and make "the big come back"
Merlyn: tween, I remembered to put up a notice
DJTween: That was you Merl? Thanks :)
DJTween: Yeah, sharing my notice will work great
Merlyn: cypo, I don't know if they will without Peter
cs: maybe with lily bergman replacing her dad
Merlyn: but they are working on releasing a lot of old unpublished material
blah: is this the zombie apocalypse discussion area?
cypo: yeah,.. I know,.. just wishful thinking..
cs: onlyh from a firesign point of view, cypo
DJTween: Mayan apocalypse, anyway
Merlyn: zombies are dead to me
cs: they operate4d without ossman for a dozen years or more
cypo: I remember making a cross country drive and only had one cassette of nick danger,..
Principalpoop: instead of talking about shooting fish in a barrell, it should be shooting kids in grade school, too soon?
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - In The Next World, You’re On Your Own - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
cs: and you to them, merl
Merlyn: apropos selection, Tweeny
||||||||| blah leaves at 9:09 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..."
Thwenny: In The Next World, You're On You're Own - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-rv
Thwenny: It seemed so, Merlyn :)
Principalpoop: ivory soap, it floats
Merlyn: if any new people can't figure out how to chat, just type in the text box in the lower left corner of your screen, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i hope blah finds the zombie chat
DJTween: People may also not know about the 'fade-out' feature of the chat
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:13 PM, dragging Pitts-Rheumy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: It's the Pitts!
Dexter Fong: Hey P-R
Principalpoop: evening pitts-R
Pitts-Rheumy: Hey Mister Tween
Merlyn: How's your sister ZaSu?
Pitts-Rheumy: And Dex' and Poop
Pitts-Rheumy: It
Pitts-Rheumy: the new expanded chat, sudden;y
Pitts-Rheumy: ly
DJTween: We're trying to do a bit more advertising
Principalpoop: sister zasu and brother Arm
Pitts-Rheumy: zasu pitts and gal storm?
DJTween: oops
Dexter Fong: oops?
Pitts-Rheumy: oh, suzanna
Principalpoop: woops?
Dexter Fong: !Hoops!!
Merlyn: The Everything You Know Is Wrong music
DJTween: When you click on the Read More link to a file on the FST Podcast page, it loads the clip into RealPlayer :/
Principalpoop: you score you make points
Pitts-Rheumy: Joops (espana)
Merlyn: I happen to know that was written for Fools in Space, so it couldn't be on Next World
Dexter Fong: Yo keek a touchdown
Pitts-Rheumy: A lot of ZM's on Real Player, etc.
Principalpoop: that miami kicker, what was his name?
Pitts-Rheumy: Xm
Dexter Fong: armenian
Pitts-Rheumy: or what the fingers won't type
Principalpoop: garo yupremium?
Dexter Fong: the hand wont recognize
Dexter Fong: That's it poop
Pitts-Rheumy: speaking in other fingers
Principalpoop: to kidnap helen keller, you tied her hands together so she could not call for help
Dexter Fong: Good advice Poop
Principalpoop: i used to know dozens of helen keller jokes, luckily they have been forgotten...
Pitts-Rheumy: or professor backwards, laying in the gutter with screams of pleh -- pleh!
Principalpoop: or on bizarro world
Dexter Fong: Flaming media pigs coming up next
Dexter Fong: in the window as they say
Principalpoop: commercial pork rinds?
Dexter Fong: Don't mind if I do
cs: the pigs do
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| phil - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Is that their little jackets there under the car?
cs: maybe he wasnt one of Our Phils
Dexter Fong: He wasn't red, that says a lot
Principalpoop: i think our phils know how to be coloured
Pitts-Rheumy: Phil the Space or live in tubes and push buttons
cs: inviting people who dont know firesign into this group may not work
cs: i meant phil fountain
cs: i asked if it was him, but it wassnt. i think he uses nicknames though
Principalpoop: his first name is pete
Dexter Fong: here it comes, fellow media pigs
DJTween: Can't hurt, cease
Pitts-Rheumy: moss?
Dexter Fong: lichen?
Principalpoop: blue moss
DJTween: The main thing was to get the notifications going to all the Facebook fans
Dexter Fong: green lichen
DJTween: We might find other ways to notify fans
Pitts-Rheumy: Cat in the room, a fly on the wall ??
cs: so the facebook post is to already firesign fans?
Dexter Fong: chicken in the bread pan scratching out DOH!
cs: lol
Pitts-Rheumy: Maybe done one or two at a time, the masses were never ready . . .
Principalpoop: someone is in the kitchen with Dinah
Merlyn: There's TWO SIDES?!
cs: d'oh
cs: canrt keep that girl outta the kitchen
Dexter Fong: George Washington?
Principalpoop: the face of janus, tragedy is the other side of comedy
Merlyn: We Lost Our Big Kabloona
Dexter Fong: Indeed Merlyn
cs: it wasnt so big
Pitts-Rheumy: All sitting at the bottom of Proctor's well
Merlyn: That 70s Show
Dexter Fong: I ain't no sterno bum, I swear to god
Principalpoop: we are the tv? the tweet is the message
DJTween: Yes, one wonders what Marshal McLuhan would have made of all the 'social networking' media
Pitts-Rheumy: And, hide behind a Face Book
Merlyn: tweets are like blipverts for people
Principalpoop: hashtagcodehashtag
Dexter Fong: Blipverts? Jeeze, another fucking techno term which I don't know
Pitts-Rheumy: The kiddies want to be entertained, wit hlittle participation on their part
Principalpoop: the constitution gives us the right to avoid boredom
Pitts-Rheumy: Feed me, but bring no food
Merlyn: blipvert = compressed ad from the old Max Headroom TV show
Merlyn: set in the future, which is now the past
Dexter Fong: Max Headroom...I loved that show...thanks Merl
DJTween: I've got cued Fighting Clowns, the 2 EYKIW XM episodes, and then the album. How does that sound to everyone? Any other suggestions?
cs: he would have said something inscrutable, tween
||||||||| "9:34 PM? 9:34 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the couch.
Elayne: Wow, full house tonight!
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Elayne: Happy Christmas, war is over if you want it!!!
cs: it's max elayne room
Pitts-Rheumy: The House of Reps left for Xmas vacation, tonight . . . it figures?
Dexter Fong: A DJTween saved my life last night
Thwenny: I wish it would, E :/
cs: good sentiments, el
Pitts-Rheumy: Hey E
Principalpoop: give peace a chance, just saying....
Dexter Fong: Hi Elyane
Merlyn: hi E
Pitts-Rheumy: How's Robin doing?
Dexter Fong: Elyane? close enuff
Thwenny: We decry the violence in CT, but talk not a whisper about all the kids being killed by drones in Afghanistan
Elayne: Actually P-R, I like when they're not in town, less harm done!
Elayne: He's almost over the double-flu he contracted way back on his birthday, P-R, thanks for asking!
Elayne: Tween, that's pretty much what Ted Rall's been saying.
Principalpoop: or the kids killed by our refusual to renounce land mines...
Pitts-Rheumy: This is the BIG conversation before the Mayan Shift to the FST frame of mind
Dexter Fong: or the kids killed by drunken abusive foster fathes
Principalpoop: jeepers mudhead
DJTween: any comments on the set list I just mentioned?
Dexter Fong: jeepers yourself porge
Principalpoop: i am not porge, i am the principal poop poop
cypo: sounds fine to me,...
Dexter Fong: You de man Tween, play it as if it lays
DJTween: P, that land mine was from the Soviet occupation era :/
cs: can us culture change in that regard?
DJTween: OK Dex
Pitts-Rheumy: Hey Mon i kers
Elayne: I had to go back to the long, Tween. PLaylist looks fine to me.
Principalpoop: i was hoping to hear paranoid by grand funk railroad, the live version
DJTween: Even of the wars ended tomorrow, the effects will be with them for generations
DJTween: OK E
cs: i have volume turned off, tween. really dislike this album
DJTween: You'll have to come by my show on Sunday P. I take requests :)
Pitts-Rheumy: Saw them in OKC, many moons ago
Principalpoop: all the countries have renounced landmines except us and north korea tween. a international treaty
DJTween: Sorry cease :(
cs: rather watch newsman lift his little son to the basket
cs: but many other people like it, including ossman/austin so my opinion not relevant here
Pitts-Rheumy: more, please, not fewer
Dexter Fong: afkfr
cs: i htink a lot of countries or tribes are exceptionalist
Principalpoop: you must love everything they do, or you are not a real fan, this is america, oops your canadian, nevermind
Pitts-Rheumy: Have your feet on the ground, and heart in the right place
DJTween: American Excess Card lol
DJTween: good one
Principalpoop: heart is right next to herman hermits
Dexter Fong: and your nose up somebody's a....
Pitts-Rheumy: Mourning in Amerika
DJTween: yeah Pitts :/
Pitts-Rheumy: Just remembering Peter
Pitts-Rheumy: and, haven't forgotten Mardyth and Lily
Principalpoop: is it possible to disremember him
Pitts-Rheumy: Hope Lily becomes wise and smart . .
Pitts-Rheumy: through college fund
DJTween: I do hope people contribute enough to help her
cs: i met her, pitts. she is on her way.
Pitts-Rheumy: Cut out ciggie or wine money, and give the difference to her fund
Pitts-Rheumy: It's a one-to-one difference
Principalpoop: is groovy with or without an E? groovey
Dexter Fong: I cut back on my hedge funds, fired the landscaper
DJTween: lol
cs: fewer pedicures for me
Principalpoop: how do I set a set up a principal poop rent and electricity fund?
Pitts-Rheumy: Too bad , can;t do that with Congress ??
DJTween: heard that lol
Dexter Fong: Just cut the end of your shoes off
Pitts-Rheumy: Play The Bongos?
Principalpoop: once every 5 years is already rather minimum cat
Dexter Fong: Don't mind if i do, pitts and have some pork rinds
cs: funniest thing youve said tonight, poop
Principalpoop: batting 100?
Elayne: Wow, my computer's really slow tonight. I'm going to get out and try to come back later.
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: good luck E
Pitts-Rheumy: Good Luck, E
Pitts-Rheumy: layne
cs: anyhone see the 1964 rod serling xmas carol?
Principalpoop: fighting clowns is coming on cat, if you want to try the broadcast again
Dexter Fong: amen Tween
cs: they are all such musical guys, this is a natural for them
DJTween: Yes, that's very true cease
cs: proc met bergman thru pete's lyrics for the yale musicals phil was in
cs: ive seen tghem all just burst into song to illlustrate a point, or just for the joy of it
DJTween: I would take one exception to the comment about the Marx Bros. Love Happy was ungodly awful
cs: theyre here tonight
DJTween: I can believe it. cease
Dexter Fong: I saw therm perform this, it was quite delightful
DJTween: (bursting into song)
DJTween: Kewl, Dex
cs: like the marx brothers
cs: i always found that annoying, but thats just me
DJTween: I watched weirdly Cool last evening. They were quite spontaneous on occasion. Much fun :-)
Dexter Fong: And yet the Camaro is back, and better than ever
Dexter Fong: giving us all hope
DJTween: It's received good reviews in the motor press
Dexter Fong: false perhaps, but hope non-the-less
DJTween: but I want something that sips gas
cs: http://www.planetproctor.com/
Dexter Fong: What! Are you Taliban??
cs: proc's brain is as fertile as ever
DJTween: Haven't read Proc's End Of The Planet newsletter yet
DJTween: lol Dex
Principalpoop: i saw on the net that nanobots will soon be able to turn pee into gasoline.
cs: you only have a few more minutes. better herry up
Dexter Fong: Turbo charge your dick
DJTween: They've meade a 4-cl turbo for the Taurus SHO which supposedly delivers 270+hp and gets 30mpg
cs: and unicorn piss will cure all our sins
Pitts-Rheumy: Proc's been quite active in FB, with gun ban, this week
DJTween: lol cease
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: lol cat
DJTween: Yeah, saw that
cs: there has been that kind of magical thinking forever,
Dexter Fong: The shortage of virgins makes getting unicorn piss problematic
Pitts-Rheumy: Catherwood, get your clock and schlock
||||||||| Catherwood gets his clock and schlock.
DJTween: lol Dex
cs: need cubes
DJTween: mmmm borg
Principalpoop: i heard monsanto had patented unicorn DNA
Pitts-Rheumy: or just plain horney
Principalpoop: borg? resistance is futile
Pitts-Rheumy: Victor Borg-A is furtile
DJTween: I love Borge
Dexter Fong: I want to sixty-nine seven -of-nine
Pitts-Rheumy: Such dis-Dane
DJTween: an excellent musician _and_ a wonderful sense of humor
Principalpoop: he should have done a christmas special with burl ives and jonathan winters
Pitts-Rheumy: Try to friend Jonathan on FB, with no luck
||||||||| GLTirebiter sneaks in around 10:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Hi GL
Pitts-Rheumy: All Four, Tirebiter?
Principalpoop: georgie porgie
Dexter Fong: pudding pie
GLTirebiter: hello all
GLTirebiter: hello all
Pitts-Rheumy: Hey T
cs: gl good to see you
Dexter Fong nods in recognition of GL's recognition
GLTirebiter: just polishing my Hollywood "good guy " award
cs: one of their best stoned riffs
Principalpoop: oh wow
Dexter Fong: Indeed Cat
Dexter Fong: fer sure
||||||||| Bunnyboy enters at 10:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Who's Pam?
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Pitts-Rheumy: Hey BB
Bunnyboy: Lo dere.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
cs: bun man
GLTirebiter: Bunnyboy...may I take your hat and jacket off?
Pitts-Rheumy: What's new in the media, Bun
Bunnyboy: It pays to advertise. Awright, you mugs! Cough up!
cs: how did dr. winky dinque get in here?
Pitts-Rheumy: cough --- cough
Principalpoop: phlegm phlegm
Dexter Fong: Here! Bunny have this hair ball I just coughed up
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chugdog - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Pitts-Rheumy: turn the head and repeat
Principalpoop: i didn't see chugdog was here
Bunnyboy: That ain't lather!
Principalpoop: condensed milk?
cs: i tnhik he was here in spirit onlyh
Dexter Fong: A machiatto with extra foam?
cs: isnt that skunk baxter behind him?
||||||||| 10:11 PM: Adolf jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Pitts-Rheumy: Aye A
GLTirebiter: If the Aztecs invented the vacation, did they the Mayans predicted the end of the world?
Principalpoop: not The Dolf, just Adolf, rats
DJTween: Hey Adolph
Dexter Fong: I always thought der schnifter was in the closet
GLTirebiter: they know
cs: hi a
Dexter Fong: The Incas invented the dinka doo
Adolf: Hello there, mac.
Thwenny: Mayan apocalypse: panic spreads as December 21 nears - http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/9730618/Mayan-apocalypse-panic-spreads-as-December-21-nears.html
Thwenny: lol Dex
Principalpoop: i am an Aprilan
Bunnyboy: DON'T SAY...!
Dexter Fong: It's too late, somebody already did bunny
Principalpoop: is that tomorrow already? OMG
Principalpoop: OMG
Adolf: Guess we'll have to stay up all night to watch this thing not happen.
Pitts-Rheumy: five hours plus, from here
Bunnyboy: Just don't lick the flagpole, and you'll be OK
Pitts-Rheumy: with an English Twist to it
Dexter Fong: The mayans also predicted that a pretender named nostodamus would come along in the 17th century
Principalpoop: which timezone is Mayan time anyway?
Adolf: in EST we have 1 hour 45 left to go.
Dexter Fong: dream time
DJTween: These Baryshnikovs are defective LOL
Pitts-Rheumy: This is all a dream?? again?
DJTween: (the dancer who defected from the USSR ;)
Adolf: Is anyone left in NZ or Austrailia?
Pitts-Rheumy: Stage Left, exit to US
DJTween: There's a movie with him and Gregory Hines called White Nights which has some amazing dance scenes
Dexter Fong: They all lefty's in NZ and Austr.
cs: i missed that, tween.
cs: theyh wrote the joke to be disocvered by me 32 years later
Principalpoop: like the irish foot stompers, I just get tired watching them
cs: not true, dex.
Pitts-Rheumy: Timing is everything
Dexter Fong: It's true in dream time
DJTween: White Nights - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090319/
DJTween: check it out, cease, it's really good
Principalpoop: a commie russian and a black guy, one of those diversity films
cs: it may well be, tween
DJTween: an interesting peek into life in the Soviet Union, and some astounding dance scenes
Principalpoop: we are sausages with eyes
Adolf: Gotta go... see you later kid.
cs: this sounds like the tubes.
Dexter Fong: I! am the one-eyed sausage
cs: by dolf
Bunnyboy: Nite Dolf!
Pitts-Rheumy: The Weiner Generation??
Principalpoop: i was going to say that cat
DJTween: Yeah, good comparison, cease
Pitts-Rheumy: Take Care, A
Dexter Fong: Auf wiedersehn Adolf and best to Eva Prawn
Principalpoop: keep 'em flying adolf
cs: i don tknow but would guess they were friends
Pitts-Rheumy: and Natasha
Pitts-Rheumy: Natal
cs: tubes did a lot of songs like this
Principalpoop: indeed
Bunnyboy: Dat's Fatale.
Pitts-Rheumy: What about Moose??
Dexter Fong: the Mooch?
Pitts-Rheumy: like Koch?
Dexter Fong: Pams dead now
Pitts-Rheumy: didn't know what to do wit hthe 'h'
cs: one forgets how gross they could get
Principalpoop: we need a new bull moose party
DJTween: They do have their moments
Pitts-Rheumy: not consecutively in a row
cs: gross as audio affects, as opposed to the things they describe
Dexter Fong: woww
Principalpoop: oh wow
cs: the best of the 50s rock right here
Pitts-Rheumy: or 60's ?
Principalpoop: now it sounds like something from rocky horror picture show
DJTween: They really do make some very cool music
DJTween: Roller Maidens a good example
cs: maybe this is skunk
cs: their was a blend of music and comedy in those days
Principalpoop: toe tapping musak
cs: well, almost forever
Pitts-Rheumy: all twelve toes . . . .
DJTween: lol
DJTween: and both flippers
Principalpoop: i wish the buttons were higher on my mouse so I could leave my shoes on
cs: thkis could be on roller maidens
Principalpoop: hotrod lincoln all over again
Pitts-Rheumy: Commander Cody?
Principalpoop: i went deef ahhh tween
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'subdominant', just granted probation at 10:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: bow to us subdominant
Bunnyboy: Hiya, Fourth!
Pitts-Rheumy: below me?
Principalpoop: it looked like up to me
Bunnyboy: Why the suspense?
Dexter Fong: I'm spacial!!
subdominant: Bingo!
DJTween: The problem with the JC track threw me off, and I forgot to play the XM episodes, sorry
Dexter Fong: was his name-oh
Dexter Fong: No problem Tweeny...just anything is fine
Principalpoop: you will hear from my lawyer, art holeflapper jr tween, mental anguish
DJTween: hehe
subdominant: Woof!
Principalpoop: stopped suddenly in the middle of the jimmy carter song, OMG
Dexter Fong: I'd woof back but I'm busy lickin' my balls
cs: great album
cs: they captured their moment there
Principalpoop: that was no crazed sterno bum...
cs: looking forward to buying their new dvd of this
Dexter Fong: Oh those yellow jacket epidemics
DJTween: They're re-releasing the video?
Bunnyboy: EYKIW?
Principalpoop: monthly back then
Dexter Fong: I used to be monthly (sigh)
Principalpoop: smooth like babies feet
cs: yes bun, didnt you see the posting about that? bunch stuff
Bunnyboy: Beeg video trove, on the way.
DJTween: You went through man-o-pause, Dex?
cs: i think merl left but just check their sight
Principalpoop: i bet you used to be smooth as babies feet too fong
DJTween: Merl is fading fast
Dexter Fong: 20/20 cat
Dexter Fong: let's summon merlyn
Principalpoop: open M sesame
Merlyn: what?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Adolf - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| GLTirebiter - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: OMG it works
Dexter Fong: It worked! It worked!!
DJTween: Catherwood, please page Merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to DJTween and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cs: work?
DJTween: You're a magician, P!
Dexter Fong: The summoning cat
Merlyn: damn, I killed two people
Principalpoop: a whorelock, oops warlock
DJTween: Casualties Of Chat, Merl
Dexter Fong: You gotta get an automatic weapon Merlyn
Principalpoop: you missed cypo M, work on it
Dexter Fong: Poop: Try to summon cypo
cs: there was a book recently about how safe we are now compared to earlier centuries
Dexter Fong: Safe from what?
Principalpoop: wait, make M update the broadcast message, I don't want him to think we called him for nothing
Merlyn: counting dis ease?
cs: death
Dexter Fong: Let's get his autograph while he's here
subdominant: I'm an immigrant from Freedonia, and I LOVE being in the axle-forgers union...
cs: no, sheer murder
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Everything You Know Is Wrong - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u '
cs: you had a one and eight chance of bineg murdered if you lived in oxford, for example
Pitts-Rheumy: Syne on the dotted lion
DJTween: oops, forgot to post the notice for Fighting Clowns
cs: google this
Principalpoop: voila, now what is the incantation for a cypo....
Merlyn: what if you wore oxfords?
Thwenny: Everything You Know Is Wrong - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-rv
Pitts-Rheumy: Work It Out, Clowns
Dexter Fong: Open M cypo
Dexter Fong: sesame
Principalpoop: cats eyes, fong fangs, M muscles, Tween tongue, abracadabra, arise cypo....
Dexter Fong: I'm wearing maryjanes
DJTween: lol P
Dexter Fong: Patent leather so i can look up my own skirt
Principalpoop: Hey you, Cypo, say something... hehe
Principalpoop: rode the snake like a bronco
Pitts-Rheumy: He's signing, maybe?
cs: tht was a beautiful transition
Dexter Fong tosses a cream pie at cypo
Principalpoop: he private messaged me and said hello, he is busy, and that I am super warlock
Principalpoop: you believe me, right?
Dexter Fong crosses himself and avoid looking at poop lest he be cursed
Principalpoop: lool
Pitts-Rheumy: When Kosher Pigs land planes. . .
cs: anyone one of you seen rod serling show carol for another christmas?
Dexter Fong: and media pigs flame out
cs: on turner last week and again this thurs
Dexter Fong: not recently cat
cs: 48 eyars ago is only recently for you, dex
Dexter Fong: don't stroke me cat =))
cs: i saw it when it was on. willl watch again this saturday at 1:"00 aft,
Bunnyboy: I dubbed the first TCM Serling broadcast. Looks interesting!
Principalpoop: the lawyer who defends kringle in miracle on 34th street is from roanoke
cs: its critics decrfdy it as left wing propaganda. and this is after goldwater was clobbered
Dexter Fong: Poop: Was that in the script
cs: i really look forward to this
Principalpoop: no, a big story in the roanoke times today hehe
Dexter Fong: to this what?
cs: its agitprop for the UN by Xerox, for reasons of their own, by rod
Principalpoop: to that which?
Dexter Fong shakes his head and wonders "what is this world coming to"
Principalpoop: into orbit over katmandu
Dexter Fong: "the end?"
Pitts-Rheumy: End of the Beginning
Dexter Fong: I see I am a sailor....again!!
Principalpoop: any tattoos?
Dexter Fong: Only one, Kat von Deet says "I LOVE MOM"
Principalpoop: a bit inbetween by tween
Bunnyboy: I'm on the lam. Merry Christmas, alla yez!
cs: dex did you see this show?
Dexter Fong: what the hell is this!!!
Dexter Fong: It's not ETYKIW as I remember it
Principalpoop: shoes for industry
Dexter Fong: No Cat
DJTween: It's the two clips from the XM series
DJTween: Did you not listen to your DJ???
Pitts-Rheumy: Murray Kris's, too
cs: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_for_Another_Christmas
Dexter Fong: Ahh...wow, Tween....you really gave me a snap back moment
cs: ou can watch it on turner tv this sat at 1. i look forward to seeing it again
cs: tween, rule number one about being a dj, never expect your audience to have heard what you said
||||||||| "10:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Pitts-Rheumy: Hop away, B
cs: by bun
Dexter Fong: Adieu Bunny
Principalpoop: that does look interesting, ciao bunny
cs: sayonara
Principalpoop: i thought rule one was turn on the mike
Dexter Fong: onara
cs: hey he aint dead
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cs: great work tween
Dexter Fong: Hey Catherwood, we haven't forgotten you
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and says "Someone mention my name?"
Dexter Fong: I mentioned you name Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: Snub you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Dexter Fong and asks "Something I can help with?"
Dexter Fong: Help me with this snub Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood helps Dexter Fong with this snub.
Pitts-Rheumy: Termites, Cahterwood?
Principalpoop: post-modern deconstructionism done pre-modernly
Pitts-Rheumy: or Cat wood
Dexter Fong: He won't respong unless you spell his name corectly Pitts
Pitts-Rheumy: would he?
Dexter Fong: respond
cs: wu mi?
Dexter Fong: why oh
Principalpoop: catfish
Pitts-Rheumy: Catherwood, oh Catherwood, where R yOU . .
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Pitts-Rheumy
Dexter Fong: dog hunt
Principalpoop: housefly
Pitts-Rheumy: Deaf and Dum0mb
Merlyn: Catherwood, please bleed my leech.
||||||||| Catherwood bleeds Merlyn's leech.
Pitts-Rheumy: plus three
Pitts-Rheumy: Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Pitts-Rheumy and mumbles "How may I be of service?"
cs: i eat fish so in some sense i am fish
cs: our molecules do their thing
Dexter Fong: I ate a turduckhen recently, what does that make me?
cs: tell us
Dexter Fong: an omnivore
Principalpoop: no nurse, I said prick his boil
cs: did you like it?
Dexter Fong: Qick Nurse Crickle, boil some more water
cs: lol poop
subdominant: John Travolta ruined my second marriage....
Dexter Fong: What about your first marriage
subdominant: my second wife ruined my first marriage
Principalpoop: How did John Revolta do that?
Dexter Fong: lol
Dexter Fong: he recommended a masseur
cs: this was so beautifully produced
subdominant: after Saturday Night Fever, things just weren't the same
Dexter Fong: back to the future
Principalpoop: yes, disco was a disaster all around
DJTween: yeah, cease it was
cs: you are reallly doing a good job here, tween
DJTween -)
DJTween: :-)
Dexter Fong: Yay Tween!!
DJTween: I keep forgetting this isn't IRC
DJTween: Thanks guys
Dexter Fong: /IRC?
Principalpoop: or Motorola
Dexter Fong: OR Crossely
subdominant: or NeXT
Pitts-Rheumy: Remember IRC, many moons ago
Principalpoop: proof and everything
Dexter Fong: Necks?
Dexter Fong: Are you being helped?
cs: i was here on day one
Pitts-Rheumy: and the Paisley Pony
Principalpoop: my current pc might be more powerful than the old Next machine
DJTween: Yeah, I'm constantly hanging out in various IRC chats
cs: irc was very primitive, tentative
Dexter Fong: Bunny's last name is crumbhunger?
cs: not long after web started
subdominant: I'm selling all my NeXT memorabilia on eBay
DJTween: btw, I do recommend you investigate the shows at www.dishnuts.net, where I have my show every Sunday evening
Pitts-Rheumy: Not just another Travel Queen
cs: lol sub
DJTween: and thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts for providing the streaming server :)
Principalpoop: quick, before the folks who remember it go senile sub
cs: thanks you ,nuts
Dexter Fong: As a certified Travel Queen, i've accumulated over 200 thousand mile
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'SgtMudheadski', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cs: without nuts where would we be?
Principalpoop: atten hut
Dexter Fong: At ease Sgt.
Principalpoop: coke and smoke
SgtMudheadski: Principlepoop - don't make a 'korea' out of it!
Principalpoop: ahh we've got a live one here, get the net ready
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'George tire biter ', just granted probation at 11:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Outside, the 11:13 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving berp coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey Muddy, long time so see!
Principalpoop: and yet so near
Pitts-Rheumy: Gotta make an exit, take care , ALL!
DJTween: Hello George
||||||||| Pitts-Rheumy departs at 11:13 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: ciao pitts
Principalpoop: tirebiter returns
DJTween: Hey berp
SgtMudheadski: I'm so HUNGRY! Lets see...Laughing Cow Cheese...
Principalpoop: ahh berp too, how is pepto?
Principalpoop: some mescaline in the freezer
subdominant: NeXT vs. SUN: A WORLD OF DIFFERENCE 1997
Principalpoop: this sounds sharp, is it some sort of remake?
subdominant: ooops, make that 1991
Principalpoop: did that use reverse polish like the HPs?
Dexter Fong: Okay..it's 1991
Principalpoop: clinton, watch out, it is a trap
SgtMudheadski: I have to go see my honorary aquarium parents. bbl.
Principalpoop: oki muddy
Dexter Fong: Your parents are fish?
Merlyn: my calculator uses reverse psychology
Principalpoop: if the world ends, cya
Dexter Fong: if it doesn't see you anyway
SgtMudheadski: thanks.
||||||||| SgtMudheadski departs at 11:20 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: was that mudhead?
Principalpoop: that won't work with me M, wait yes it will
Dexter Fong: calm up poop
Principalpoop: i don't recall muddy ever saying bbl, but it could be
Dexter Fong: Nino said he was in arizona, that doesn't seem right but I could be wrong
Principalpoop: i am in a steady panic now
DJTween: Mud's from CT, last time I heard
Principalpoop: but it just be a lunatic they are looking for
Dexter Fong: Yeah, that's what I kinda remembered
DJTween: sacred of Mayans, P?
subdominant: I'm in Arizona... if I see Nino, I'll Tweet it
Dexter Fong: SsgtMudheadski is really Billy Joel?
DJTween: *scared
Principalpoop: phoenix, i hitchhiked out of phoenix one night, tough to get a ride
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| berp - dead from jaundice
||||||||| George tire biter - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
subdominant: not as tough as Wichita!
Dexter Fong: scared/sacred it's pretty much the same
Principalpoop: augustans are scarier
Dexter Fong: Georgians are georgeous
Principalpoop: yes, heard stories on the road about Wichita, lordy
DJTween: If you guys want to continue, I'll play EobE
DJTween: Up to you
subdominant: Wichita, the armpit of America
Dexter Fong: I'm with yopu to the Bitter End Tween
DJTween: Don't think I've ever been there
Dexter Fong: you
DJTween: OK Dex
Principalpoop: If America sat down, Wichita would be thrust into darkness
DJTween: If you guys are in the mood :)
subdominant: avoid at all costs
Principalpoop: ahh the bitter end, how are your eyes fong?
DJTween: OK, let's call it a night
subdominant: I guess this IS the ned
Principalpoop: happy holidays all
Principalpoop: thank you mister tween
subdominant: NeXT week!
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
Principalpoop: lol sub
Principalpoop: almost 2013, lordy lordy
Principalpoop: night all
DJTween: How Time Flys
||||||||| Principalpoop runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:30 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Dexter Fong: My eys(s) are ok
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody
Dexter Fong: well...kinda
subdominant: adieu and farewell
Merlyn: tx tween
Dexter Fong: night sub
Merlyn: see you next tim
DJTween: yw
Dexter Fong: Thanks tween
DJTween: Let me know any requests you might have via FB or email
Dexter Fong: and Merlyn
Merlyn: even though I'm leary of tim...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween leaves to catch the 11:32 PM train to Funfun Town.
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 11:32 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: okay then Dear Friends, see you all next week
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves at 11:32 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..."
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| subdominant - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cypo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| cs - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Greg close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 12:01 AM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Greg: Can you mix rooms and anterooms without them exploding?
||||||||| At 12:04 AM, Greg runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Thwenny - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd bounds in at 1:11 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Lawwy enters at 1:12 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Could this be the answer to all my problems, both personal and scientific?
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lawwy - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - 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:
Adolf
APRandom
blah
Bunnyboy
chugdog
cs
cypo
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
Fred Twaddle
GLTirebiter
Greg
HawkMoth
Merlyn
Miss Sissy Boodles
phil
Pitts-Rheumy
Principalpoop
SgtMudheadski
Sir_Sidney_Fudd
subdominant
Thwenny
AhClem
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carol_for_Another_Christmas
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0090319/
http://www.planetproctor.com/
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/9730618/Mayan-apocalypse-panic-spreads-as-December-21-nears.html



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