A Firesign Chat
12/12/2002




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Special appearance by
Peter Bergman as 'PeterBergman/'
Peter Bergman as 'PeterBergman'
||||||||| 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 12, 2002 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 4:44 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and Schoolboy plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Schoolboy: Is anybody here Sean Kelly?
||||||||| At 4:48 PM, Schoolboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 12, 2002 - 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 enters with cease imril close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Bubbas Brain waltzes in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bubbas Brain: Greetings, Cat.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn LeRoy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
Bubbas Brain: Hey
Merlyn LeRoy: hello
Bubbas Brain: Been away a coupla weeks.... anything new?
Merlyn LeRoy: not much, though austin has started 'ed woodpecker' on the fireblog
Bubbas Brain: I'll have to take a look.
||||||||| Catherwood leads casinopants inside, makes a note of the time (9:17 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
casinopants: Hi all. I'm 27, and have been a FST fan since I was 10.
casinopants: This is my first time in this chat room.
Bubbas Brain: Hi....
Merlyn LeRoy: nigh unto 17 years
casinopants: I was introduced to FST by my father, who let me listen to DCTDJHMTP
Bubbas Brain: Things are just getting started, so its not too busy yet.
casinopants: And as a kid, I loved it.
casinopants: I loved the feeling of trying to picture what was going on.
casinopants: Theatre of the mind.
Bubbas Brain: The Mind is a terrrible thing to theatre..... whatever that means.
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease imril - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
casinopants: Every winter, I spend a few nights sitting in my waiting room, listening to DCTC and watching the snow fall.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:20 PM, dragging Uncle Ernie by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Uncle Ernie: G'Day Y'all!
casinopants: As a kid, I listened to DCTD all through that first winter.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey dere
Uncle Ernie: Uh oh, there's the 9 0'clock call to fear. That means every one on Planet X will spend the next 20 minutes eyeing each other suspiciously and chanting from the book of Phobias. I better just sit quietly here under this 'oil palm' and pretend to read my co
Merlyn LeRoy: now we have a dead cat
Bubbas Brain: Oh, great, there's only 101 uses for one of those.
Uncle Ernie: Theres a whole dead cat in every bar of dead cat soap!
casinopants: Anyway, enough of my boring childhood stories. Two flying saucers have just landed on my plate.
Bubbas Brain: ...or so the books tell me.
Bubbas Brain: They're in everyone's eggs.
casinopants: Sir, are you nuts?
casinopants: Has anyone picked up the Weirdly Cool DVD?
Uncle Ernie: Thats what they want you to think!
casinopants: My uncle and I watched it over Thanksgiving. . .and we laughed and farted all the way home.
Uncle Ernie: I taped it when it was on PBS.
casinopants: I didn't know about it when it was on PBS. . .nobody tells me these things.
casinopants: So what kind of discussions take place here?
Bubbas Brain: We keep it secret.
Uncle Ernie: We're not allowed to say ...
casinopants: Is there a secret code? Where A is J? And J is G? And 27 is Z?
Bubbas Brain: Discussions? We don' need no stinkin' discussions.....
Uncle Ernie: Let me scare you with a little story!
casinopants: Hey, I've got a FS question for you all.
casinopants: In Dont Crush That Dwarf, during the Pico and Alverado scene. . .
Merlyn LeRoy: open channel D
Bubbas Brain: What! Here?
Uncle Ernie: Don't run in the ternches ...
casinopants: When Tirebiter yells out the "Seconda Worlda War You So Smart" question. . .
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'PeterBergman/', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Ken waltzes in at 9:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bubbas Brain: ... and turned right at Alverado and Pico....
casinopants: What do Pico and Alverado respond with?
Ken: good evening, dear friends
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease imril close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:26 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn LeRoy: hey, peter! nice you could make it.
Uncle Ernie: Hi Ken?
Ken: hi peter, cat
Merlyn LeRoy: Though a slash followed you in
cease imril: peter bergman?
cease imril: never thought i'd see you here
Merlyn LeRoy: (to those who don't know, that's the real Peter Bergman of Firesign Theatre)
Ken: those damned slashes--you try washing them out, you try scrubbing them out.....
cease imril: and not a clone?
Bubbas Brain: Ancient Chinese Secret.....
casinopants: I kinda guessed. . .but am still trying to think of something to say. Hi Peter. Thanks for making my childhood a helluva lot more enjoyable.
Merlyn LeRoy: not a clem clone
casinopants: So no one can help me with my Don't Crush That Dwarf question?
casinopants: Uh, clem.
Ken: maybe i should go and watch channel 85 for a while? :)
Merlyn LeRoy: peter, if you can't type anything, send me email...
Uncle Ernie: Well Mr. pResident it's the bees and spider again ...
Ken: an oxymoron, brian. if he can't type, how can he send email?
cease imril: frist austin goes on line, and now bergman. can the appocylpse be far behind?
casinopants: I was always a fan of how the FS would flaggle their lips to make a distorted film sound.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Ken: wars, rumors of wars, earthquakes, famines, fst online--it's all in the bible ;)
Bubbas Brain: If you have no fingers, bang your forehead into the keyboard....
Merlyn LeRoy: ah, true. well casinopants, I don't quite remember what pico & alvarado say in response to "who wonna world war II you so smart"
Ken: hi dave
cease imril: marmosets everywhere
casinopants: It's something like, "Not responsible. Park and Lock it."
cease imril: park and lock it. not responsible
casinopants: Is that correct? Has bothered me since I was wee.
casinopants: Thanks Cease.
Uncle Ernie: Hmmm it says here that the law of the Phobia demands tarring and beheading if you exhibit fear of the unknown. Death and taxes for lap tap dancing. And eternity as a fly for insufficient pubic hair!
cease imril: isnt' that something bergman used to yell when parking cars?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's PeterBergman, just back from Billville."
Ken: speaking of clones.....
Merlyn LeRoy: I'll try killing the other Bergman...
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off PeterBergman/ at 9:31 PM
Dave: ok, if I can't type very well tonight, it's cause I just got done fingerpicking a guitar, so... yeah, hi all, am I hearing right that bot Austin and Bergman are on?
||||||||| Catherwood announces "It's 9:31 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and mrmuckle plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Ken: "will the real peter bergman please stand up"
Bubbas Brain: He is a clone!!!
cease imril: he is standing. he's just Really short
Ken: hi muckle
cease imril: honey
casinopants: Will the real Dr. Bergman please report to neurosurgery IMMEDIATELY.
||||||||| Uncle Ernie departs at 9:31 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
mrmuckle: yello, Dear Friends...
casinopants: Men.
Ken: who you callin' honey?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Uncle Ernie', just granted probation at 9:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bubbas Brain: Wait, dont kill him, you can use the clone's organs to extend the real one's life!
cease imril: J, man?
mrmuckle: Thanks!
cease imril: rushing towards legality here
cease imril: to the vast annoyance of your drug "czar"
Dave: bring on the Burgers
Uncle Ernie: Don't you trust him Peter casue then he'll want to see yours!
Ken: damn, if it's legal, it's not fun any more
cease imril: i dont know about that
Bubbas Brain: Drug scar?
cease imril: drunk car
Uncle Ernie: I have some Road Apple Red here ...
cease imril: road apple red for the beatles of comedy
Ken: cat: in news this week: a pro-drug group is trying to get our drug czar indicted for meddling in the pot initiatives here. it IS against the law for any federal employee to try to sway any election
Dave: as usual, I'm lost, but, no one can find me, so, we're all good
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:34 PM and late as usual, it's doctec_temp, just back from Billville."
mrmuckle: I wish they'd appoint a woman, so we could have a CZARINA
doctec_temp: hi gang, just here long enough to say "hi"
Bubbas Brain: Doctemp?
casinopants: He says he can shout, can't hear you.
cease imril: isnt that a kind of cereal?
Ken: dave: if you're lost, then you're in good company. "i once was lost, but now i'm found, twas blind, but now i see"
Bubbas Brain: 98.6
doctec_temp: i'm heading over to lili's for the evening
doctec_temp: i will log on from there
Ken: hi doc
cease imril: you could have surreal cereal with the czarina
Merlyn LeRoy: Peter told me in email that he had to go pick up his daughter
doctec_temp: see you all again in about 15-20 mins
Ken: doc's entry reminds me that dexter emailed me and doc, saying he and his wife were going to vegas, wouldn't be here
cease imril: aha
Merlyn LeRoy: he said he was lost...
doctec_temp: maybe peter will be back by then?
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off PeterBergman at 9:35 PM
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe... I told him this goes about 3 hours
doctec_temp: who knows ... who cares ... tunr in again next firetime, next firechannel to...
Bubbas Brain: More organs for the rest of us!!!!!!
Uncle Ernie: They come ... they go ...
doctec_temp: maaaaaaaaaaaark tiiiiiiiiiiiiime
cease imril: dont fear the reaper, Flee the reaper, eh, kenny?
doctec_temp: bye
||||||||| doctec_temp runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctec_temp?! It's 9:35 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: the mightly wurlitzer :)
Uncle Ernie: don't fear the reefer ...
Bubbas Brain: Don't rear the freaper?
cease imril: indoobitably
Ken: no doobies here, sad to say. no brothers either
Dave: god my fingers hurt, I can't wait till tomorrow when I get to read braille all day, damn it! why'd I have to do that to myself, cause I wanted to learn the song, that's why, ok, yeah, I'm just rambling
Ken: dave, are you any good at guitar playing? i've tried once, mastered one chord, then gave it up
Bubbas Brain: What chord?
Uncle Ernie: I played for 30 years until carpal tunnel set in
Ken: dunno now, it's the lost chord
Dave: no, I'm actually a fiddle player, but I wanted to learn a song, so I picked an old acoustic up, and learned it by ear as usual, then I broke a string, so, I've gotta get a new set
Bubbas Brain: Gotta go insearch of it....
Dave: I have decided to teach myself how to play, just for fun
Merlyn LeRoy: you'll catch the fiddler's
Dave: although I still play the fiddle and piano some
Ken: i play with myself just for fun. er, make that, i play BY myself just for fun ;)
Uncle Ernie: I caught the shufflers once ...
Bubbas Brain: Fiddle, fiddle fiddle went the fiddlers.....
Bubbas Brain: ... Married men are we...
cease imril: best damn fiddler from calabogie to kaladar, one of my fave canuck flicks
cease imril: may have been margot kidder's first
Dave: I'm not
cease imril: you're not margot kidder?
cease imril: you must be kidding
Bubbas Brain: Neither was Margo for a coupla days there...
Ken: i was margot kidder in a previous life
Dave: I hate to brag, but having perfect pitch is a wonderful thing, in other words, give me a note on the piano and I can tell you what it is, I think it makes up for my blindness, and, damnit, I wouldn't trade anything for it whatsoever
cease imril: good for you. and sandy koufax
Ken: lol, cat
Ken: i've only known two people with perfect pitch, both were arrangers for a band
cease imril: same band?
Ken: two different ones
Merlyn LeRoy: a band of ruffians
cease imril: speckled? robbie robertson?
Merlyn LeRoy: or rhumbians
Ken: one was in sherlock holmes' "the speckled band"
Uncle Ernie: A Band of Gypsys
Ken: a hatband of gypsies
Merlyn LeRoy: they speculated on the stock market
cease imril: their scorsese flick was the greatest good bye party for a band that never really went away
Dave: well ken, you now know three, well, kind of three, to you I am just a virtual entity, but, the same thing could be said about you, so THERE
Merlyn LeRoy: the latest theory from NASA is, stars are formed by heavy rotation on MTV
cease imril: good one, merly
Ken: yeah, dave, i don't exist. a metaphysical book i read once said the universe doesn't exist without an observer
cease imril: nah
Bubbas Brain: does the book exist without a reader?
Dave: true
Ken: what is the sound of one guitar picking?
Dave: I don't exist either, I'm bipolar, aren't I Dave?
Uncle Ernie: Yes it does a child may not be able to read but the book exists for them!
Merlyn LeRoy: the world is bipolar, it's got north & south
cease imril: whats happening with lodestone, bubba?
Ken: lodestone points north
Bubbas Brain: Damned if I know.
Ken: i point east
Uncle Ernie: It's not polite to point
cease imril: youre not loding anymore?
Dave: one guitar picking Ken? damnit, I don't know, picking on the other instruments
Bubbas Brain: I just do the web site.... from a distance.
Ken: i'm not loaded, that's all i know
cease imril: you gotta carry that weight, a long time
Ken: what is the sound of one nose picking?
Uncle Ernie: Don't pick it won't heal ...
Bubbas Brain: I liked Nancy Griffith's version much better than Bette Middler's
cease imril: you don't know if lodestone is selling more firesign product this year?
Ken: ah, ernie, reminds me of those lovely pics i saw on tv of smallpox vaccines. i don't want one, already had two in my life
cease imril: post weirdly cool?
Bubbas Brain: no Idea.... I'll have to hack into their database and do an analysis.......
Ken: and pre-strangely warm
cease imril: not if it doesnt interest you
Uncle Ernie: Well if you live at the next ground zero you'll either get one or end up in a "Happy Camp"™
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| casinopants - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: i just don't want to be forced
Ken: i've already been air forced in my life, that was enough government intervention in my damned life
cease imril: must be the pants
Uncle Ernie: I'm a former Youth in Asia myself army.
Ken: i am not wearing pants. just my lovely blue terrycloth bathrobe
Bubbas Brain: My, it is lovely....
Ken: hey, comfy is the word when i'm alone ;)
Dave: oh my, it's nice out
Uncle Ernie: Isn't it nice out?
cease imril: shark?
Ken: nice out? 34 here, you must be in a different world than i am
Uncle Ernie: Yes and I think you ought to leave it out ...
Ken: if i leave it out it might get frostbite
cease imril: pignuts
cease imril: ah, big time
cease imril: pig pen
cease imril: odd dirt gnome
Ken: i bet dave's reader loves words like "gnome" with silent letters
cease imril: alaska?
cease imril: but will she answer?
Ken: what was the question?
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctec inside, makes a note of the time (9:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: the doctor is in
doctec: back...
Uncle Ernie: Ha ha thats very logical ...
Ken: i see we're 18 minutes fast now. it's accelerating. the end of the world is near
Bubbas Brain: and I feel fine.
doctec: how soon is now?
Ken: now is always "now".
Ken: anything else would be too surreal
Uncle Ernie: I wish I could scan him on my video, he must be hot around the thrusters ...
cease imril: just watched consumer section of news on camcorders et al that looked like an ad for sony
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: with the right female stimulation, i've been hot around the thrusters before too
Dave: ok, I just learned that if you go away for about two minutes you get lost in the vacume of spacey conversation
doctec: sidereal time?
Ken: yes, dave, sometimes it happens even when you don't leave
doctec: I remember when I was hot around the thrusters... back in my youth...
doctec: I remember when I was hot around the thrusters... back in my youth...
Dave: yeah no kidding, brb, gonna get something to drink
Ken: side real is better than rear faux
cease imril: you still young, doc
Uncle Ernie: There's an echo in here ... in here ...
cease imril: no, you're just talking to yourself
doctec: young is a relative term when you're approaching half a century
doctec: in here?
doctec: i think i'll stand over *here* like an idiot talking to myself...
Ken: quote for the day: "The illegal we do immediately. The unconstitutional takes a little longer." --Henry Kissinger
Uncle Ernie: half a century ... ah youth I just turned 54
cease imril: enthusiasms and capacities both obey the law of entropy
Ken: doc, you look good over there, but i can't hear you now
Bubbas Brain: I break the law of entropy
cease imril: growing younger, bub?
Bubbas Brain: No, just less random.
cease imril: that's age
doctec: i'll move six feet over (as opposed to under)
doctec: I remember when I was hot around the thrusters... back in my youth...
cease imril: i must see that show
Dave: haha, I'm back
Ken: i can hear you now. "can you hear me now?" "can you hear me now?"
doctec: wha-at?
doctec: wha-at?
Dave: you though you were rid of me, well, you aren't you, are you Dave?
doctec: wha-at?
Bubbas Brain: I will eventually turn into a perfect 1 by 4 by 9 monolith.
cease imril: read a lengthy review of the simpsons effect on culture this week that ranked 6 feet under as the only other thing on tv in that class
Ken: with dancing chimps around you, bubba?
doctec: this netscape sucks, i'm switching to IE
Dave: no Dave, you're not, you're not free of ME either
||||||||| At 10:06 PM, doctec vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bubbas Brain: Also sprach Bubba.
cease imril: why, it boggles the mind
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:07 PM and late as usual, it's doctec, just back from Billville."
Dave: ok, I've spent too much time in this chat alone, read the loggs if yall don't believe me
Ken: they boggle but they don't fall down
doctec: there, now maybe i won't repeat myself repeat myself repeat myself...
Ken: dave, you're never alone when you're with someone else
cease imril: number nein
Dave: ken that was a stupid comment
doctec: You're never alone with your clone.
Ken: that's ok, i'm a stupid guy most of the time
cease imril: uh, clem?
Bubbas Brain: I think we're a clone now....
Dave: hey, join the club, but don't hit anyone with it, or WE'LL ALL BE STUPID, NOOOOOOOOO!
Uncle Ernie: I'm alone I got the clone; maybe we'll run into each other on the fun way
cease imril: eggs a'clone
Dave: yall've caught me in a good mood, for once, I don't want to kill myself
Dave: which is a good thing
Dave: normally I'm depressed
cease imril: hooray for life!
Dave: I look forward to these chats weekley, as a spirit boosh
||||||||| Catherwood leads klokwkdog inside, makes a note of the time (10:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dave: er, oops, boost
Uncle Ernie: Hi Klock?
Ken: suicide is painless (or so says the korean doctors from m*a*s*h)
cease imril: if you kill yourself, you'll miss the next firesign album
Ken: hi klok
Dave: sorry, I warned yall before about my tad byping
cease imril: lock those clocks
cease imril: spirit? they could use a boost, particularly with their lead guitarist dead
Dave: HEY, it's the duckster, Quack
Dave: cluck
Uncle Ernie: I say Stones, "The tail of the deadly dog!"
Dave: mooooooo!
cease imril: best film theme of all time, ken
Dave: oink
Dave: SPLAT, SHUT UP
cease imril: written by altman"s nephew or something
Uncle Ernie: Randy California is dead Bummer dude!
Dave: bounce, slush
Ken: for those of you who love spam tracing, forget going to separate registries to find an ip. try http://whois.geektools.com/cgi-bin/proxy.cgi
Dave: clunk
Dave: ok, I'm done with that, sorry, got carried away on the log of noises one can make with a screen reader
Ken: i know, you've tried spam tracing and the grease comes through that thin paper
cease imril: i loved spirit. was in la during their early days
cease imril: firesign, spirit, sweetwater, great l a bands of the day
Uncle Ernie: I MC'd a Spirit concert in Detroit once ...
cease imril: wow
Ken: my spirit left my body in detroit once--some GOOD drugs :)
Dave: yeah, I've got a Spirit album somewhere, don't know where, somewhere in the old LP collection, I actually do collect them
klokwkdog: what was this Fargo-like thing on Fox tonite?
cease imril: far too many fs
Ken: you actually watch fox, klok?
klokwkdog: or was it a Fox-like thing on Fargo tonight?
cease imril: muldur? mulder in the cathedral?
Uncle Ernie: I'm watching Taken.
doctec: my brother introduced me to Spirit - I liked the song "Fresh Garbage"
klokwkdog: yes, I like their incisive, balanced news programming and the cute logo -- it hasn't really been used so effectively since WWII
Ken: didn't spirit do "12 dreams of dr. sardonicus"?
klokwkdog: OK I will go check the TVG
cease imril: from their first album. great tune
Uncle Ernie: Yes they did!
cease imril: yes kend
doctec: repeating: don't skimp on the graphics card or the memory...
cease imril: and 12 sardonic dreams of doctor spiritus
||||||||| Catherwood leads ? inside, makes a note of the time (10:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease imril: perhaps it's the sentient toe nail of peter bergman
Merlyn LeRoy: gotcha doc, though his budget isn't too big
Uncle Ernie: Welcome ? and sign in please!
Ken: my mammary hasn't failed me yet :)
cease imril: mammy!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with johm imaloo close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
johm imaloo: hello
doctec: hello "?" - or should I say "The Artist Formerly Known As ?"
Uncle Ernie: Hi Johm?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:17 PM and late as usual, it's Stretch, just back from Billville."
Ken: speaking of tv guide, pbs "frontline" now on in the east. Investigation into children's growing use of psychoactive drugs.
Ken: ? and the mysterians
Merlyn LeRoy: question Mark
Ken: and hi, stretch
Dave: DEAR FRIENDS, I'M DOWN
doctec: Lili and I are watching "Dogma" (on Comedy Central)
johm imaloo: sorry , its john poor typing skills
doctec: down but not out!
Dave: AND GOD I'M HUNGRY
Ken: dave, get up, slowly, and put your hands above your head
Dave: snip, OUCH!
Stretch: shut up david
klokwkdog: it's about time they got those psychoactives - will keep them away from LDS and pot and all that dangerous stuff
Merlyn LeRoy: imaloo, is the "?" you, you mean?
||||||||| john imaloo waltzes in at 10:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
john imaloo: hello
Dave: hey Stretch, welcome to our little insane haven, said the raven who was ravenous, try to follow us as we fly fast\
john imaloo: i beleive imposters preceed me
doctec: there's one of everybody except John!
Merlyn LeRoy: there's too many imaloo
klokwkdog: ah, the movie is Drop Dead Gorgeous (1999). I guess it's a remake of the 1932 version
Ken: lds? i had some of them knock on my door earlier tonight. told them i was a pagan and sent them on their way
Dave: I think 'e did a little too much LDS, that's from Star Trek 4
klokwkdog: you shouldn't say that Ken - many of them don't eat meat either
cease imril: good one, dave
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off johm imaloo at 10:21 PM
Ken: the morons, er, mormons, don't eat meat?
klokwkdog: many do, some don't
Dave: yeah, we Americans should make a movie called, "living ugly" or something, it's about fat people, no offense to those of you who are, but, hey, it'd be funny
doctec: Drop Dead Gorgeous is a remake?
Uncle Ernie: Ask them about their majic underwear!
klokwkdog: but those on a Mission are usually on a Budget, too
Ken: i know they wear a "temple shirt" or something like that
Stretch: how is fat funny?
Dave: and we don't have to pretend here that we are fat, we can all be beans, or, pencils, or, "Just plain folks"
cease imril: john was here?
john imaloo: Jack Dempsey was mormon
klokwkdog: yes, DT, but I think the 1932 version was less violent; it was about ice skaters and one whose mother hired thugs to hit one of the competitors with iron bars or something. It's been awhile.
john imaloo: yet he ate meat and drank coffee and other substasnces
Ken: i'm not fat, but i used to be. i'm about 60 pounds under my max weight now
john imaloo: that a jack mormon
doctec: One of King Vidor's flicks I imagine...
cease imril: imaloo, the weirdly cool dude?
doctec: Or was it Lubitsch?
john imaloo: I have extra weight if you need some ken
klokwkdog: no, DT, I'm pretty sure it was made in Hollywood
Ken: if you really investigate the theology of the mormon church, they are weird. we are reincarnated to be gods on our own planets if we live good lives
john imaloo: and seven heavens
Dave: ah, yes, good old King Vider, no fucking clue who that is, but, ah, he was a great guy I think
john imaloo: and 5the indians are bad
klokwkdog: although there may have been some foreign version, too; it's one of those universal stories that goes all the way back to Salem
cease imril: no matter they do so well in japan
Dave: hey Stretch, would you mind sproying in the springtime
doctec: John Lilly: "What one believes to be true is true or becomes true ...
Ken: ah, the indians. i knew there had to be a firesign tie-in somewhere
doctec: "within limits to be determined experientially and experimentally...
klokwkdog: I didn't think there was much of a film industry in Arabia until after WWII
doctec: "In the province of the mind, there are no limits."
Dave: would you pass the Indian please, ZZZZZZZZAP!
Ken: "CNN is one of the participants in the war. I have a fantasy where Ted Turner is elected president but refuses because he
Dave: INCOMPREHENSIBLE MY ASS
Ken: doesn't want to give up power." -- Arthur C. Clarke
Dave: THAT NPR BASTARD, ok, I'm done ranting for now
Ken: calm down, dave, and take your medicine
doctec: thanks Dave, I think you speak for everyone here!
john imaloo: I found an interesting web site today
john imaloo: www.homelandsecurity.com
klokwkdog: I liked when Ted and Jane broke up because Jane converted to Christ and Ted didn't want to compete with another guy...
cease imril: charlotte's?
Dave: no thanks Ken, doesn't do a fucking thing
Dave: fuck those damn meds
john imaloo: you are asked not to send questions only tips
Ken: well, if it's fucking drugs you want, try viagra :)
klokwkdog: yeah, Dave, join me! I just said no to drugs, too!
john imaloo: i had a falafel sandwich today and felt compelled to
john imaloo: urn myself in
Dave: and they said, "who are you talking to?"
doctec: charlotte's world wide web
doctec: hah
Dave: I got that from one of you and thank you emensely
Ken: urn yourself? doesn't cremation usually wait until death?
klokwkdog: no, they keep finding people burned alive in their chairs
cease imril: not always, kend
Ken: although i had a former sister-in-law who walked into the doctor's office and loudly announced "i'm here for my autopsy"
john imaloo: no you must urn it
klokwkdog: particularly in this one prison in Florida...
Ken: the nurse informed her it was a "biopsy"
Dave: hey, did yall here of that chick in oklahoma who's selling Coffins and Urns on the net, "More coffins warden?"
doctec: Ken: Lili got a kick out of that one!
cease imril: i've had enough
Merlyn LeRoy: the word "biopsy" is in alphabetical order
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubbas Brain - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: tell lili "hi" for me, doc :)
Dave: hey it is Brian, very clever
klokwkdog: you say the word "biopsy" and I respond: right out the door!
Dave: what would happen if the whole world was in alphabetical order?
Dave: we'd all be charecterized
klokwkdog: I would be richer?
doctec: we'd live in an abcderian world!
klokwkdog: LOL
Ken: is that first name or last name?
doctec: middle initial
klokwkdog: remember when there were mostly dial phones, and businesses fought over SEaside 3-1111?
Ken: ok, with "e" as middle initial, i'm in the top quintile
klokwkdog: and then touch-tone tellys appeared and made those hard-won numbers worthless?
cease imril: pkdickian world
Ken: the world has dicked me many times
klokwkdog: hey Cat, someone sent me a link to a PKD book auction on eBay; they were trying to sell a 1980 hardbound for $20, no takers
cease imril: i guess all the true fans already have it
cease imril: the world dick made
klokwkdog: i never heard of it
Ken: and the false fans don't want it
klokwkdog: he made so many is the thing
cease imril: knowed away, knowed away, oh where do you go when you're knowed away
Merlyn LeRoy: ebay is "be" in pig latin
doctec: are my posts getting through?
doctec: ok
Ken: yes doc
klokwkdog: no
klokwkdog: they are all in Chinese now
Ken: speaking of ebay, have you seen the guy singing a la sinatra, "i did it e-bay"
doctec: maybe?
Merlyn LeRoy: what?
Dave: "we're one of you, and you're one of us I think, maybe, possibly"
klokwkdog: there is a whole group, what is it, DaVinci's Notebook? that does an eBay comedy song
john imaloo: possibly, i think
john imaloo: therefore i might be
doctec: leaving/returning
john imaloo: perhaps
||||||||| doctec runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctec?! It's 10:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ken: sum, ergo cogito. "i am, therefore i think"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:37 PM, dragging doctec by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
cease imril: that must be hard to do
doctec: let's see if that's any better
Ken: you look the same to me, tom
Dave: nope, it's not, hahaha, don't even know what itis
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe I can install a revolving door
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:38 PM, dragging whaterz by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dave: god I've lost it, oh, wiat, no I haven't, oh, whatever
Dave: so, anyway
Ken: hi what
Dave: wawawawa
Ken: don't worry dave, one of us will find it later for you
whaterz: hi
Dave: IT'S WHATERZ, are you a bleach
Dave: BLEECH THE LEECH!
Ken: sodium hypochlorite, 5% solution
doctec: refresh rate of 5 makes things untenable, but trying to change it to 10 resulted in a screen where the only thing visible was the two private msg lines
whaterz: nope i am a silent bystander trying to be silent, now shh
cease imril: sky blue?
Dave: yeah, don't think of it, yeah, you heard me right, that's what I said, yup
klokwkdog: un-"ten"-able ;-)
Dave: hey Whaterz, are you high?
Dave: I mean, high, how are you?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uncle Ernie - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
klokwkdog: not yet, but soon
klokwkdog: I'm high on the Real Thing (or a reasonable facimilie thereof)
doctec: couldn't make change from url line, had to get out & back in
Ken: common cold strikes again (achoo)
Ken: i'm high on jesus :) :) :)
Dave: no klok, later than soon, as soon is approaching fast
klokwkdog: you have to get your hand stamped to do that, DT
doctec: server response time seems slower than normal (whatever passes as normal here)...
cease imril: praise the hoove
klokwkdog: yes, there was a thing on CNN site that astronomers were warning that it's coming right at us, Dave
||||||||| mrmuckle runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's mrmuckle?! It's 10:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
doctec: klok: i better not wash it then...
Dave: I'm gonna make a bumper sticker that says, "jesus is coming, and is he pissed"
Merlyn LeRoy: what would jesus drive?
Dave: oops, that probably wasn't the best thing to display, sorry if I offended you, those of you who are religious
Ken: how about "jesus is coming and he's not wearing a condom"
Stretch: a pinto
Stretch: thats sick
Ken: ha ha ha! those of us that are religious! what a joke here
cease imril: a mighty hot dog is our lord
john imaloo: doesn't matter what he would drive
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:43 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Stretch by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
: im wuite religioius
Dave: or how about, "jesus is coming and he is in carnate of Oedipus"
john imaloo: he had no money it would be repossed
klokwkdog: i bought a monster SUV and helped terrorists blow up a nightclub in Bali!
Ken: uh oh, i pissed off stretch
||||||||| stretch waltzes in at 10:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
doctec: Dave: good one!!!!!
Merlyn LeRoy: another phantom... can't figure that out...
cease imril: ah, the black obelisk
Merlyn LeRoy: stretch, did you get tossed out?
Dave: hey Stretch, that's my doorknocker
stretch: yes
stretch: mine now
Ken: i thought i pissed you off, stretch, and you jumped ship
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm not sure why that happens; did you do anything odd?
cease imril: your own now?
Ken: did you do anything even?
stretch: y u piss me off?
stretch: i hit the exit button
Merlyn LeRoy:
cease imril: antelope freeway, exit 1 64th mile
Merlyn LeRoy: oh, that'll do it... but you still sent one line of text somehow..
stretch: that was random
doctec: gotta take a break for a few minutes... back in a bit ... will stay connected
Dave: "clean up armenia, get a hair lift"
stretch: strange
klokwkdog: ah, here it is: hot soup trio, not Davinci's Notebook, did eBay parody song: http://w1.871.telia.com/~u87125666/lyrics/dayo.htm#Hot%20Soup:
Ken: dave, first you gotta have hair. i don't
cease imril: i'm gonna try and do something simple with dreamweaver. i jsut have to have something up so when he opens the card and goes there, he'll see his bar plugged
stretch: sux for u
cease imril: nope, that was not the message.
Dave: I do, but not for long, give me about ten years
Dave: or some near
Ken: how can i give you ten years? we all live in the present
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:48 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Billville."
stretch: rather young to go bald atrent u dave?
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Bunnyboy: a qwik stop
Ken: hi bun
klokwkdog: anybody seen Ararat yet? My Armenian barber said his wife won't go 'cause the director originally claimed he was from "France"
Ken: stretch: i started going bald in high school, lost it all by 21 or so
Merlyn LeRoy: hey bb
cease imril: bunny
Ken: france? i bet it's the same town the coneheads were from
stretch: im sorry
cease imril: atom?
Bunnyboy: Saw a copy of WEIRDLY COOL at the local Barnes and Noble, shining like a beacon.
klokwkdog: yep
Dave: it's the most vicious-lookin' rabbit ya ever laid eyes on! RUN AWAY
cease imril: egg or yam?
klokwkdog: yam
Merlyn LeRoy: cool - and weird
Ken: i yam wad i yam
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| john imaloo - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: I've seen a bin card for J-MEN at Tower a couple of weeks back, no retail sign of the DVD itself yet.
Ken: did the bin card have only 1's and 0's on it?
klokwkdog: is NPR gonna post "Pass the Indian, Please" someday?
Merlyn LeRoy: is it under J?
Bunnyboy: Ken: Nope. Totally retro.
Merlyn LeRoy: doubt it, KWD
Bunnyboy: Only zeroes.
klokwkdog: why not? they did the Hallowe'en show...
Ken: as billy preston says, "nothin' from nothin' leaves nothin'"
Dave: was the card surrounded by a thin, thin, thin, sixteen milimeter shell?
Dave: we deliver the liver
Dave: and we have the halves
klokwkdog: speaking of which, anybody know the origin of "dreadnaught"?
Bunnyboy: I couldn't see inside. I'm sure it was delicious.
Dave: whether you're under the weather or somewhat to the side of it
Dave: side two that is
Ken: klok: as in warship or guitar?
klokwkdog: (took me awhile to track down "full tilt")
klokwkdog: warship, ken
cease imril: it is so powerful it dreads or fears naught, or nothing
Ken: did you check dictionary.com? they often have etymology
cease imril: it would seem to be self evident
klokwkdog: was it a name applied to a specific ship in early 1900s that became generic, or was it already somehow generic or adopted from some other use?
Bunnyboy: bugs bugs bugs bugs bugs
stretch: s
cease imril: its the mobius dick
Merlyn LeRoy: It was the ship that went after the "Dreadnaughty"
Bunnyboy: Hey, anybody see who's on Biography tonite?
klokwkdog: (eating Goober Bugs?) no, doesn't work, BB
cease imril: you?
klokwkdog: you know, BB, it's always someone important, and that's beginning to annoy me something fierce
cease imril: a ballrog?
whaterz: something
Bunnyboy: klok: Naw, not always. Biography of the Year was Shrub.
Dave: yeah, why can't they do someone not important, like, "the life of the roder rooter man"
Bunnyboy: Billy Barty, on Biography.
klokwkdog: that was still for ratings. it's always about selling something
cease imril: molly ivins for president
Ken: klok: my am. her. dictionary (c. 1969) says "dreadnought: aheavily armed battleship". no derivation
Bunnyboy: He was great in DAY OF THE LOCUST.
cease imril: dont crush that barty, hand me the pliers
Ken: day of the locust is shown every 17 years
klokwkdog: now, Up Close, there they feature some interesting nobodies
Bunnyboy: cat: I second the motion!
cease imril: bart e, simpson for president
klokwkdog: thanks Ken. I worried that was as far as it went.
Dave: Papoon!
cease imril: oona?
Bunnyboy: Locusts after the plague, which is next year, if you believe the gubbmint.
cease imril: for pope
klokwkdog: Actually, why not abolish the elected office and privatize the darn thing!
klokwkdog: Get some temp. President from Manpower
cease imril: darn that socks!
Ken: "Fascism should more properly be called corporatism, since it is the merger of state and corporate power." – Benito Mussolini
klokwkdog: or, actually, bring one over from India on an H-1 Visa - we could save a fortune!
cease imril: bend those muscles
Merlyn LeRoy: benito, the least funny marx brother
Ken: and bring some steak sauce over on an A-1 visa
cease imril: we were in the square where he used to orate in rome
klokwkdog: actually, that was Karl, Merlyn
Ken: at least the trains ran on time :)
cease imril: but you had to be a tourist to care
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease imril: his balcony looked like a pimple on the piazza
Dave: dan is an idiot
Dave: hahaha
klokwkdog: (H-1B visas are used to bring over sweatshop engineers from Africa & India to work for $30K a year and displace expensive American ones)
cease imril: to italians, he was but a pimple on thier vast history of bummers
Ken: dave: deputy dan is my friend
Bunnyboy: I'm seeing Peter Gabriel, in concert, on Tuesday. Wheeeee!
Merlyn LeRoy: nah, karl was a hoot
klokwkdog: I wish the FRIGGING CLOCK on this thing would run on time!
cease imril: a hemmeroid on an ass of a past
Ken: bun: i saw him on tv other night. leno or letterman, good song
Dave: but he has no friends
Dave: tiene no amigos senor
Ken: a paradox
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe it's moving near the speed of light
Dave: el es muy estupido
cease imril: skating backwaards?
klokwkdog: no, it's moving near the speed of snail - no way is it 11 PM anywhere
Ken: gnitaks?
klokwkdog: skaaating away....
cease imril: it's always 11 pm somwhere
klokwkdog: not now, not on this planet, even in Afganistan
Ken: and a stopped clock is right twice a day
Bunnyboy: thass Tull
klokwkdog: the railroads changed all that
cease imril: tha't s what i was referring to
Dave: hell it's always some time somewhere, isn't it? take Earth for example
klokwkdog: and three lefts and you're back on the freeway
Merlyn LeRoy: "one shining real stale"
cease imril: also, clocks differ. i can go into differnt rooms of this place and find it's a different time
Ken: it's miller time
Bunnyboy: "Hello, Cleveland! Hello, Cleveland!!!"
cease imril: on the clock there-in
Dave: the freeway of your choice which'll lead you to Ralph Spoilsport motors
klokwkdog: this is because your clocks have rivalries with each other
cease imril: humidity, battery strength
Merlyn LeRoy: you should get in an argument so somebody will clean your clocks
klokwkdog: it is very important to first achieve home clock harmony, so they respect and appreciate each other. if you allow them to bicker, there will never be order
cease imril: some are on planet X time
Ken: lots of people around here have two separate times during the dst period, since we change and indiana doesn't
cease imril: portugal a different zone than spain
Ken: order? i'll give you order! "two over easy, hash on the side"
doctec: back...
cease imril: gave us an extra hour on long bus ride from sevilla.
Merlyn LeRoy: indiana, the twilight zone
klokwkdog: properly motivated clocks will form a peer group and support and encourage each other to maintain proper synchronism with the orderly motion of the Spheres.
klokwkdog: China only has one time zone
klokwkdog: so does Alaska
cease imril: chinese time? cheese time? john cleese time?
klokwkdog: it is PITA for their residents
Ken: for real, klok? china is a big place not to subdivide
klokwkdog: everywhere runs on Peking time
Merlyn LeRoy: new china time
cease imril: doenst russia have 8?
Ken: russia has 13 time zones
Merlyn LeRoy: takes a leking and keeps on peking
klokwkdog: No, only 12 - they had to sell one to settle outstanding debts.
Ken: lol, brian
Ken: did they sell it on ebay?
Merlyn LeRoy: I think it's a timeshare
Bunnyboy: Duck, and cover.
doctec: It's been a long week, coded my ass off so far, i'm exhausted
klokwkdog: they tried; it was refused
cease imril: no shit?
klokwkdog: yeah, they got burned when someone bought Costa Rica, so they put the kebash on that kind of thing
doctec: watching dave attell's "insomniac" with lili (this week: portland!)
Merlyn LeRoy: maybe they thought costa rica was a breakfast cereal
Ken: suspiciously like the heinlein short story "the man who owned the moon"
Merlyn LeRoy: oregon or maine?
klokwkdog: first thing the Costa Ricans knew, a bunch of Bechtel guys showed up in San Juan, getting ready to dig a new Canal
doctec: oregon
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: oregano
Bunnyboy: Fascist Flakes, makes the trains go CHOO!
Ken: so does coke (the sniffing type, not the drinking type)
cease imril: Eggs Ackley
klokwkdog: I was looking for White LED pulse current data and ran across multiple sites on replacing headlamps in model RR locomotives with them. Much attention to not interfering with the smoke generation electronics. Sheesh.
Ken: anyone here been in the us army? i want to know if the bronze star is a big deal. my niece's ex-hubby just got one in barsoom or bagram or somewhere over there
Bunnyboy: I gotta go slop some soup. Nitey!
cease imril: by bun
Ken: bye, bun
klokwkdog: not as good as silver
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
doctec: guys i am losing it big time here - can barely keep my eyes open & yawning out of control
doctec: gtening image i imagine)
cease imril: gnight doc
klokwkdog: but any decoration is important; they are not given out too much
klokwkdog: nite DT
Dave: there we go, sorry, back now
Ken: go to bed, tom, and enjoy the sleep
doctec: so i am going to pack it in
cease imril: enjoy those apricots
klokwkdog: and put some balm on your ass
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:13 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
doctec: i'll be too zonked out to appreciate it Ken
doctec: thanks cat
Merlyn LeRoy: nite
Dave: a Balm, it might bite 'im
doctec: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzz..............
cease imril: as oposed to day
||||||||| doctec departs at 11:14 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Ken: ass balm (tm), a product of us plus
klokwkdog: well, I prefer the kind sold by Gilead, myself
Ken: the old testes type, i suppose
cease imril: the man from gilead
Dave: us plus them equals one of us, and one of you, and you, and you, and... well you get the idea
klokwkdog: there are too many political types around raising the Devil right now to trust anything but the best soothing pastes
Ken: dave: does it go on infinitely?
cease imril: antelope freeway, 1/32nd mile
klokwkdog: Cat is getting short with us
Dave: yes, "I could go on but I'd probably bore you"
Ken: i'm getting shorter also. when i was in 20's, was 5' 11 1/2". now i'm 5' 10 3/4"
cease imril: coming in shorts and quarts
Dave: and going out of your body
Dave: IT'S A SALE OF SAILS!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Freq Man into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:18 PM, then departs.
cease imril: mother
Ken: charlie rose (on pbs) discussing trent lott's foot-in-mouth disease
cease imril: hey freq
Ken: hi rich
cease imril: what the fruq?
Freq Man: hey everybody... hi hi hi hi hi and hi
Merlyn LeRoy: what's the frequency, freq?
cease imril: lott has a mouth? i must scream
Dave: it's Freq the freak
Dave: lol, just kidding
Merlyn LeRoy: lott has a lotta mouth
klokwkdog: well, there is some chance the Universal Constant has changed and that is why you're seemingly shorter. Or gravity has increased. The Earth has just reverted from more spherical to more flattened as all the ice melts, making those of us Away from the Poles weigh more. (actually, if you spend too much time in Warsaw, you come away weighing plenty more)
Freq Man: Who's kidding who... Dave? Dave's not here.
Dave: BUT I GOTE THE STUFF
klokwkdog: Dave isn't on until 11:35
Ken: i like polish food, especially the simonized type
cease imril: is lvo away from the Poles enough?
Dave: OPEN THE GODDAM DORR
klokwkdog: ah, Ken is beginning to wax nostalgic
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| whaterz - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease imril: filddle me timbers
Freq Man: Darn fiddlers... they must've been playing taps...
klokwkdog: timbres?
cease imril: he's got the fiddlers
Ken: tap dancing
klokwkdog: don't pitch that kind of stuff to me
Freq Man: Klok... you're writing with an accent
cease imril: cents to you but Pounds to me
Ken: looks italianic to me
klokwkdog: ah, the same thing happened to DT. everything came out as Chinese as his connection turned over or something
Freq Man: or is it #'s
klokwkdog: they've got the guns, but we've got the #s
Dave: pound the pounds and oust the ounces
Freq Man: If it wasa Italica accent... he woulda sounded a lika this...
Ken: send lawyers, guns and money
cease imril: gonna win, we are taking over, come on
klokwkdog: oh, go £ sand
Dave: and roses
cease imril: a limey?
Dave: and jam the pearls
Ken: sterling sand?
Dave: bastards! lol
cease imril: ayn ran
Freq Man: My son (who's 3) recently told me... "I need a paint brush and some cheese"...
klokwkdog: BTW, Ash/Dex Fong sends his regards from Broadway, er Las Vegas
Ken: klok: i bet dave's screen reader can't handle symbols
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'nurse judy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cease imril: milton friedman walked
klokwkdog: something about meeting "Osama"
cease imril: hi judy
Ken: ooh, judy's here!
cease imril: take a bad song and make it better?
nurse judy: just testing the testicles
klokwkdog: cymbals? how ironic
Ken: mine got an "A" in biology
Dave: are the testicles quizicle?
klokwkdog: the real question is, "Do they deviate?"
Ken: only when i provoke them
klokwkdog: or are they all Fudded up?
Freq Man: poke them?
klokwkdog: I hate that game
Freq Man: There's always one...
cease imril: que pasa, freq?
Ken: one? i have two of them
klokwkdog: that's all that's needed, but most have a spare
nurse judy: they're on the other side, real
Ken: both of mine are disconnected, but still present. no castrati here
cease imril: other side of what, judy?
klokwkdog: you mean, with Timothy Leary?
cease imril: looking in?
klokwkdog: or just on Side Two?
Freq Man: I heard of a magician who had a fake arm a fake leg and 2 crystal balls.
klokwkdog just rented High Fidelity
cease imril: welome to side 3.14
nurse judy: adolph's meat tenderizer, just one
Dave: just don't join the viana boys choir, you won't have 'em no more
Ken: crystal meth balls. hmmm, there's a marketing idea
cease imril: i drove it to the repo man's front door
Freq Man: que pasa... nada malo...
klokwkdog: yeah, where do you think Vienna Sausages come from?
Freq Man: bigger than moth balls
cease imril: a might vienna is our lord
Ken: klok: slightly above the testicles, from the shape
cease imril: ants piss?
nurse judy: casterati convertable couch potatoe quail eggs my dear
klokwkdog: if you've come here about the car...I don't have it any more...
cease imril: but what about the alien in the trunk
klokwkdog: i sold my blood for money...there wasn't any pain...
nurse judy: deep on the sunny up yours too
Ken: we will let nurse judy do the autopsy on that alien
cease imril: been here before, nurse?
Freq Man: They're going to try to launch another teacher into space in November..
klokwkdog: i just couldn't stand the feeling...it was in someone else's veins...
cease imril: depends on what you wanna call "teacher"
Ken: for real, freq?
Freq Man: yes...
cease imril: depends on what you wanna call "space"
Merlyn LeRoy: or coming out someone's nose...
klokwkdog: maybe we could move Bush to the head of that line, Freq
Ken: i saw the last time they tried that. lived in west florida, those exhaust plumes hung there for hours
klokwkdog: let him do a Marathon stay on the Space Station
cease imril: snowed away, snowed away, snowed away, snowed away, oh where do we go when we're snowed away?
klokwkdog: Miami?
nurse judy: topless and headless horse manure
Ken: miami is south. i was just north of tampa
Freq Man: Hmmmm... "I'm the president... I'm the commander in chief... get me on that shuttle.." But then they'd have to rename the shuttle air force one while he was on board...
cease imril: but youre not now?
Ken: i'm over a thousand miles north of tampa now and it's damned cold
klokwkdog: we could tell him the Earth is about to be hit by a comet and that's the only place he'll be safe...
cease imril: i thought michigan was way north of tampa
Ken: klok: he'd probably ask if it was a 67 comet or a 68
klokwkdog: yeah, Cat, it's over by Pensacola
cease imril: bill haley?
klokwkdog: hey, anyone in Seattle?
cease imril: mills?
Freq Man: Don't worry Mr. President... you'll go so fast, you'll be back before you leave.
Ken: pensa cola over ice with a splash of rum. yummy
nurse judy: south of pepsi cola?
cease imril: the sonics, bill gates, various dead people...
Freq Man: Dead Kennedys
nurse judy: shaqed up?
cease imril: pep pills, that's the spirits we have here
Ken: i thought the dead kennedys were in arlington cemetary
klokwkdog: a bunch of retired Boeing guys are finishing up a fleet of Messerschmitt ME-262 jet fighters there
cease imril: goodye vietnam
Freq Man: raw raw raw
nurse judy: that's a no brainer
Dave: since Erny isn't here to say it, I will, this reminds me very little of a time in the estonian mountains
Freq Man: klok... unt zen ve'll take offer zah world!!!!
Ken: lol, dave
klokwkdog: Seen in Ocean State Job Lot: Sea Grass chests (look like Rattan, all laquered and woven-ish) from...Vietnam!
cease imril: my exparner was an estonian mole hill
Ken: freq: that's why kissinger is in charge now
Freq Man: oh... I almost forgot about that...
Ken: kissinger and poindexter: the dynamic duo
klokwkdog: Is The Trials of Henry Kissenger playing anywhere? Roger Ebert just reviewed the film version.
Dave: what about siscle?
Dave: oh.... wait
Freq Man: Kissenger doesn't strike me as someone who plays anywhere....
nurse judy: O'Henry's Fool House
Ken: i can't believe ari fleischer said poindexter was a great american. next to weasel in the dictionary, they will put his picture
klokwkdog: ken - what you think of that article about Poindexter and his neighbors
nurse judy: admirabel
Ken: klok: loved it. don't plan to go there any time soon.
Freq Man: admirabel on the bridege
klokwkdog: Ah, they got worse - Armitage, Elliot Abrams, the disgraced ambassador guy from '80s El Salvador: it's one big nose thumb by the far right.
Ken: i hope i never get well known enough that people put maps to my house on the net
nurse judy: poon doggling
Ken: negroponte
klokwkdog: yeah
Freq Man: ken... what's your address...?
cease imril: it's as if reagan's deranged brain was in charge
Freq Man: it might be.
Freq Man: shhhhhhhhh
Ken: 123 main street, anytown, usa
cease imril: alzheimer's president's dream of a country
Merlyn LeRoy: his brain is not the boss
nurse judy: it's his nut, that's what's testi
Ken: my real name is mr. and mrs. smith
Freq Man: a country on a street with no name....
cease imril: a horse?
klokwkdog somewhere has the Cultural Jet Lag cartoon, "They Saved Nixon's Brain".
cease imril: of course
cease imril: and no one can talk
Ken: except mr. ed ;)
klokwkdog: and the horse he rode in on
nurse judy: mind sweeping leaves out of the pool
Freq Man: Hello...
cease imril: the gene pool?
Ken: gene pitney's pool
klokwkdog: I don't know why you say "goodbye", I say hello...
Freq Man: nice to meet you...
cease imril: hell rarely an o, in euro-art. usually a cliff
klokwkdog: Hello, I love you won't you tell me your name
nurse judy: bosch you say?
cease imril: not enough pits to fall into in their lands
Ken: freq, you're supposed to wink when you say that
klokwkdog: all we hear is Radio Dada
Ken: orlando bosch, another republican plot
Freq Man: Don't let the pits fall in to the wrong hands... the fate of the free world hangs in the balance!!!
cease imril: bosh was more o than most, don't you think? i've just come back from staring at bosch and other euro art for the past few monthes
nurse judy: just political pendulems or pudantics
klokwkdog: that's right! The US has now identified three football stadiums in Iraq that are actually nuclear weapons sites
cease imril: intercutting it in my brain with roller maidens from outer space and other firesign riffs
Freq Man: pitch forks and pointed ears...
Ken: klok, let's send the jets to play there for pre-season next year
Freq Man: nuke sniffing dogs from turkey...
cease imril: benito and the jets
nurse judy: Prado products
klokwkdog: bosch must have known some really unhappy people, from his paintings
klokwkdog: perhaps that is why he invented the spark plug
cease imril: prado very good. wouldnt let me bring in my mini dv camera, alas
Ken: freq: you mean new-q-lar or nuclear?
cease imril: only still cameras for now
Ken: still cameras were outlawed during prohibition
cease imril: i think bosch lived among a lot of very unhappy people
Freq Man: you heard me... we got us a stramgety to get us some speciality trained newklar sniffing dawgs...
klokwkdog: i went looking for information on the inventor of zener diodes last night, and got diverted into a long history of Zerk grease fittings -- it really is a story that deserves a Bosch painting
nurse judy: typtich triumphs
klokwkdog: spreak engrish
Ken: triuph tr-7?
Freq Man: vrooom
klokwkdog: nice car, horrible electrics, wet sump
cease imril: saw a bosch in the doge's palace, an art museum next to our hotel in lisbon, but the bulk of them at the prado.
nurse judy: forgot the R, me maties
Ken: or triumph motorcycles? which leads us inevitably back to ... INDIANS!
Freq Man: How do I talk to myself privately on this site...
klokwkdog: just ask the voices, Freq
cease imril: and if i do say so myself, without bosch's brain on canvas, i don't think there would be a firesign theatre as we know it
Ken: freq: just put your hand over your mouth and don't use as much air when you exhale through the vocal cords
klokwkdog: what???!
nurse judy: on jeromes handbars, not Dali's
Freq Man: How do I make my voice do that...
cease imril: ken burns' sides?
klokwkdog: bosh is dark and metaphysical; firesign is, well, more immediate and less spiritual. I want to wash my hands after looking at Bosch stuff
nurse judy: I'll take bosch's side orders
Ken: i want to wash my hands after looking at linda lovelace too
Freq Man: Ah... Ken Burns... I'm going to sit back in my chair and reflect for a moment... ahhhhhh. (look close enough and you might see yourself)
cease imril: no, my point is the development of that kind of surrealism as public accepted. fuck, it was philip 2's fave pic.
klokwkdog: Well, Burns makes him out to be an awful, Bosch-level person, but Burnside came back to RI and was rather popular
nurse judy: wash brain too?
cease imril: not that bosch led to how bergman et al thought, in the linguistic black box sense
Ken: just saw "empire of the air" by burns this week. at end, in morse code, "baseball is next"
Ken: judy: what brain? if i had one, do you think i'd be here?
cease imril: that publicly acceptable art would not have progressed the way it has if bosch had not been the elvis of his era
nurse judy: no ticky on washee
cease imril: no dc, no ac
Freq Man: Who's the elvis of this era... or are we still in the Elvis era...
klokwkdog: but bosch was back in the orbit of, say Machiavelli, a whole different consciousness laden with Church crap. You didn't get that kind of consciousness until maybe DeSade, did you? I mean it just wasn't a practical mindset to carry around; you ended up disappearing one way or another - like we warehouse "insane" people who hear voices, etc.
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: i saw cartoon with santa on phone surrounded by elvis impersonators. he's yelling "I SAID ELVES!":
cease imril: fiddlers, You Bastards
Freq Man: cease... HA!
cease imril: ? exit?
klokwkdog: and even later, with Kafka; he was really talking about religion and mindset, not politics
Ken: i think some of those fiddlers should be replaced with harpists
Freq Man: Elves... heheheheh
nurse judy: dislexicon
Freq Man: harpies???
klokwkdog likes Alison Krauss, nonetheless
Ken: ah yes, i like her too. i won't go into what i'd do with her in a dark room though.......
klokwkdog longs for a Mike Cross/Alison Krauss showdown someday
cease imril: decamron
nurse judy: bosch her down
Freq Man: So if someone signs with gloves on..... is it muted?
klokwkdog was with her in a dark room, but there were 2200 other people present...
Ken: orgy time!
klokwkdog: and then, there was the Band...
cease imril: the spanish guide to the garden of earthly delights kept going on and on about its sexual power on philip 2, perhaps us too
Merlyn LeRoy: back after a while...
klokwkdog: didn't he marry his sister or something?
nurse judy: dark woods garden of earthly delights beer
Ken: the garden of earthly delights is located just north of the knees and just south of the waist
klokwkdog: oh, that was Isabella, not Philip
cease imril: he tried to conquer english. if hed succeeded, we'd all be speaking spanish
nurse judy: phillips up the cusp
klokwkdog: did you visit the Alahmbra?
Ken: que tal?
cease imril: yes.
Freq Man: If you lived here...
cease imril: rained like shit, but still enchanting
Freq Man: really great shit...
cease imril: Fumiyo plays a song called Alhambra and dearly wanted to vist the real place
nurse judy: you mean Al's pork emporium?
klokwkdog: If they didn't stop the Moors, we'd all be speaking Arabic
cease imril: a dream come true for her, even with the downpour
Ken: ham bra = pork breast protector
Ken: i thought charles martel stopped the moors
cease imril: such a delight to see an iconography based on mathematics instead of impaled jesus
klokwkdog: as it was, we were lucky to escape with Roman Numerals intact, but we could not avoid Algebra
klokwkdog: nor alcohol
cease imril: will review the whole trip on website coming this way Soon.
nurse judy: he put the hammer down por latrine
Freq Man: Hmmm... geometry or savage Roman brutality...
Ken: one plus one is two. for those of you on drugs, o n e p l u s o n e i s t w o
Freq Man: How about both!
cease imril: ewe too?
Ken: savage romans making ellipses and parabolas with their bodies :)
Freq Man: he said sheepishly
cease imril: entrails, read all about it
klokwkdog: well, I kind of get off on those impaled Jesus things - I think there is a much more immediate emotional result that has a raw primitivism that is just simply missng in a bunch of ornate tiles in geometric patterns. of course, they got much better when they started burning witches, IMO...
Ken: i'll take mine medium rare, please
cease imril: you been to europe, klok?
Ken: the witches, not the entrails
klokwkdog: can't afford it
Freq Man: Rosey pink center...
cease imril: that means no?
klokwkdog: no
Ken: my internet friend in amsterdam keeps telling me to move in with him, but i don't spreak dutch
Freq Man: Does England count as Europe?
Ken: freq, it depends on who you ask
klokwkdog: it's easy, Ken, it's like German but without umlauts
Freq Man: Ken... Make sure you know what he likes to eat...
cease imril: ok, if ever you can, there's stuff i saw which i'd reccomend you see. that;'s all the website would say, or anyone else's opinoin
cease imril: i relied far too much on guide books and rick steves shows to find what i liked
cease imril: Fumiyo far less
Ken: the dutch would take offense at your comparison to the germans. they still have a hardon for hitler
klokwkdog: i would want to go there for an employer, then take time and look around
klokwkdog: that's where the umlauts went, Ken
cease imril: alhambra and all we saw of moorish spain was most inspiring
||||||||| 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..
Ken: cat, did you get to any of the basque country? bilbao, for instance?
cease imril: not north of madrid
klokwkdog: Spain is beautiful, the parts I've seen in Clint Eastwood westerns and Dr. Zhivago
Freq Man: Ok folks... dear friends and bozos... I must get back to some sound design... Thanks for a swell time!
nurse judy: spanish castle magic
Freq Man: As always...
cease imril: but drank and ate basque goodies in barcelona. will go there on nextg trip
Ken: nite, rich
klokwkdog: yes, I'd like to see that old Bilbao moon, like a big balloon over the Guggenheim
cease imril: most of spain is covered in olive trees, or the large part of it we saw
klokwkdog: nite Freq
cease imril: diont crush that olive, hand me the cervantes
Freq Man: nighty night...
nurse judy: oily to bed
Ken: they filmed part of "lord of the rings" there, you know. remember bilbao baggins?
cease imril: by frez
klokwkdog: not the part in the movies, Cat ;-)
klokwkdog: yes, they did a good job of deconstructing Tolkein there, Ken
nurse judy: those dirty rings
cease imril: flick opens tomorrow. must see it soon
cease imril: can rings get dirty?
Ken: i'll wait until a friend gets the dvd
nurse judy: only when collard green
klokwkdog: IMDB news say Brit reviews think it is better film, but only if you've seen the first. There is NO setup - #2 part starts immediately.
Ken: yes, cat, and if you try to clean them in aqua regia, they dissolve
cease imril: i thought sauron's thought would repel all dirt. or is it attract?
klokwkdog: There is a 4-DVD set out (actually, there is a five-DVD version of LOTR available for $$$), so by 2004, the full trilogy on DVD is gonna need wheels
cease imril: klok, as opposed to not going to europe and dieing and spending the sums or some thing else, i;d pick going to europe
Ken: take longer to watch the entire set than read the books
nurse judy: a 4 part trilogy, what would bosch think?
cease imril: ken, i gather you have not read the books?
Ken: lol, judy! no math there
Ken: cat, i read them in high school (late 60's). i should do it again
cease imril: i think bosch wuold be challenged, judy
cease imril: i think he always felt challenged
klokwkdog: the "making-of" commentary on the DVD version (only 2) I rented said the "hiding under the tree root" scene showed all the bugs and spiders running away from the Dark Rider. I didn't catch that in the film.
Ken: i'm a speed reader (the evelyn woodhead school)
cease imril: ken, i've read them at least 20 times. i would not be now here talking to you if i had not
nurse judy: I'm not in the hobbit of reading
klokwkdog: i just don't have the sums, period, Cat. I could, like, use another car. Europe is kind of off the scale.
Ken: i think the book i've read over and over again the most has to be "to kill a mockingbird"
Ken: followed closely by "animal farm"
klokwkdog: and I don't do well on hasty travel, so I'd really rather stick it to an employer to send me there and take side trips: money, food and sights
Ken: klok: i visited 10 islands in the caribbean AND mexico in 3 wks once. i'll never do that again
klokwkdog: hey Ken, did you read that Orwell's family is suing some guy for a parody of Animal Farm. The capitalist pig screws everything up...
cease imril: good idea, klok
klokwkdog: now all you have to do is join the Taliban, Ken...
Ken: yeah, saw that in the times. as if parody were sacred or something
cease imril: just dont wait til your dead for your employer to give you that trip
Ken: sorry, i like pork too much to do that
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Freq Man - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
nurse judy: and bosch on toast
klokwkdog: since local stuff does not seem to be panning out, Cat, I was looking into whether there are software/engineering openings with contractors to the Venezuelan National Oil Company
cease imril: if you like pork, you'll love japan, ken
cease imril: the toast of the burger
Ken: and i'm not circumcised either. i'm not letting anyone cut part of me off for god
Ken: cat: i hear it costs a fortune to live there
cease imril: whre?
nurse judy: don't wear your helmet
Ken: japan
cease imril: no place in europe we went was as expensive as vancouver
klokwkdog: I also looked into Karg Island in Iran and plan to investigate Basra. I was thinking of going over there to try and help foment a Shi'ite rebellion to create the first Arab Shi'ite state and frustrate GW. I can make policy better than those bozos...
cease imril: yeah, well in japan we earned yen and lived with Fumiyo's family.
Ken: klok, be careful. adm. john *could* be watching you right now
cease imril: no way we could call that expensive
klokwkdog: that's a big problem: airfare is cheap, but lodging and often food is not, so it helps to have a friend in Amsterdam, etc.
nurse judy: no bosch in japan though
cease imril: dam those amsters
klokwkdog: watch all he wants: the people I want to reach are in Iran, not DC
Ken: i have internet friends in england, holland, and hungary. if i ever go there, i'll let you guess where i will stay
cease imril: ken, you should seriously consider going there to live for a while, if you can get work and such.
cease imril: it will do you a fuck of a lot of good
klokwkdog: Gertrude Bell died 78 years ago; it's time to tear up that piece of tracing paper and start over. A free Kurdistan! The first Arab Shi'ite State!
cease imril: japan is bosch on another level
nurse judy: big fish eat little fish
klokwkdog: I thought it was Hokusai and lots of floating stuff
Ken: when my parents are gone (not that i'm rushing it) i will travel. if i don't spend it, my nieces and nephews will
cease imril: a lot of japanese comics from the 17th century and such look like they've seen bosch, but no, they evolved a parallel weirdness
klokwkdog: no, in Japan, people eat little fish. lots of big people eating even more little fish...
cease imril: lol
nurse judy: out demons out
cease imril: in profit, in
klokwkdog: I always feel for those poor guys in the boat going past Mt. Fuji
cease imril: feb 3rd, setsubun, we all say that
cease imril: throw beans outside the window to cast out demons,
cease imril: invite in good luck
klokwkdog: but the actual thing is this tiny page; it's so small! There is a copy in Rhode Island School of Design
cease imril: some times it comes in, sometime not
nurse judy: put the Ka bosch them, no that's egyptshine
Ken: magic beams?
cease imril: tiny;s page stil up?
cease imril: come on bill, you're good with languages
klokwkdog: good luck is where you find it. I finally used up 100 gal. of gas and got a free Powerball ticket. Not one single digit won anything
nurse judy: in leiu of lew
Ken: cat: it's not, but someone on the ng had the "wayback" web site listed, it's there. i downloaded the cfd from there to my hard drive
cease imril: you knew lew?
klokwkdog: not to mention that I had to spend ½ hr. on the Powerball site trying to figure out how it worked. Whatta PITA
cease imril: from the old crew?
nurse judy: lewsly
klokwkdog: Hi Tiny, wherever you are!!
cease imril: cool!
cease imril: yeah, its as if he's here
Ken: http://web.archive.org/collections/web.html
Ken: after you get there, type in www.tinydrtim.com
klokwkdog: that any of us is here is partly due to his constant organizational efforts
klokwkdog: what he didn't actually do, he inspired
nurse judy: lews lips sank ships
Ken: lol, judy
klokwkdog: I figured I'd get to meet him in person someday.
Ken: me too. sorry i didnt
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'cat', just granted probation at 12:21 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
klokwkdog: meanwhile, we all encounter an endless supply of assholes every day...
Ken: if i had a joint, i'd toke it once in his memory right now
Merlyn LeRoy: I'm bach
cat: im back
cat: lew would appreciate that
Merlyn LeRoy: should cease cease to exist?
Ken: i'm brahms
klokwkdog: iman
nurse judy: I'm bosch
cat: got disconnected. not an unusual occurence here
cat: stretch?
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off cease imril at 12:23 AM
Ken: so we get to watch the reaper give cease a fatal disease in a few minutes :)
cat: die, cease, die
klokwkdog: I am going to have to manually disconnect shortly
Merlyn LeRoy: we're not interested in your personal life, kwd
Ken: telekinesis, klok. just mentally disconnect
cat: ? still here> ever here?
klokwkdog: but I will be Bach in the long run...
cat: you dont want to stick around and not talk to bergman?
klokwkdog: stretch is just a placeholder in the top line...
cat: karrem abul mirc?
klokwkdog: use the arabic characters, cat
cat: hey merl, more tons of kudos for nick danger et al.
Merlyn LeRoy: hmmm, http://labs.google.com
Ken: an arabic character like sinbad or scherezade?
nurse judy: abdul a booboo a mirror
Merlyn LeRoy: you mean the DVD? thanks
klokwkdog: that won't stop me from telling you about it, Merlyn
cat: fools in space should fuel some sort of available fireproduct for the lads
Ken: google has article in latest newsweek
Merlyn LeRoy: I just took the quicktime clips off the xmradio page, someone is downloading them way too much
klokwkdog: "the"?
cat: i asked bb brain earlier if weirdly cool had increased firessign stuff sale for lodesotne
nurse judy: loaded not stoned
cat: is it possible to be, nurse?
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, I saw, cat
klokwkdog: ok, skating away now. goodnight everyone!
Ken: i bought a pound of malted milk balls today, and i've sat here and eaten half of them already. anyone else want some?
Merlyn LeRoy: nite kwd
Ken: niters, klok
cat: no thanks, kend
cat: i cooked my basa far too long, but it still tasted great
cat: some fish you just cant overcook
Ken: basa?
klokwkdog: sorry, no, ken
cat: a kind of fish. safeway has it
klokwkdog: thanks anyway
nurse judy: weirdly cool wasn't weirdly enough
klokwkdog: the eyes, the eyes....
Ken: i just had hoki the other day. never heard of it before, had to come home and google it
cat: smother it with thinly sliced oninons, pour on some white wine and bake till wine is gone. my fave food these years
Ken: turns out it's the fish mickey d's uses for their fish sandwich
nurse judy: google eyed the bosch
cat: i was amazed how much euro food is tuna based
cat: tapas is largely tuna
nurse judy: falatio fish sandwich
Merlyn LeRoy: away for a bit more...
Ken: gimme 69 of them
cat: gimme an f
nurse judy: mercury in retro
cat: madame curie? I'm retired
Ken: lincoln in the showroom
cat: link? on and on
Ken: remember: lincoln didn't die in vain. he died in washington d.c.
nurse judy: al bacore that's going a core
Ken: al gore eats albacore
cat: gb shaw, responsible for all problems he creates
cat: ack? or
nurse judy: af flack attack
cat: ach tune libra
Ken: let the non sequitur games begin!
nurse judy: link colon
cat: ou sont les neiges d'hier?
Ken: hey there, spreak engrish, boy!
cat: powell? cohen?
nurse judy: bosch bosco horn
Ken: me so horny
Ken: but then, you don't want to hear my personal problems, do you?
nurse judy: bozo bosco boscho boschostros
cat: has a worse canuck voice than leonard cohen ever become famous?
cat: nurse, bosch is called el bosco in spain. you know that?
Ken: damn if isn't after midnight. think i'll retire for the evening, folks. sayonara, dear friends
nurse judy: yada
cat: i knew it not til at the prado last week
cat: sayonara, michener
||||||||| "12:35 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Ken, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
nurse judy: there's a bozo tribe in africa
cat: michiganer
cat: bosotros
nurse judy: we are bozo
nurse judy: I'm off to the races, says Trent
cat: crying a lott, 49?
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| ? - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| stretch - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cat: death, here is thy string
Merlyn LeRoy: back again
Merlyn LeRoy: not much going on, though
Merlyn LeRoy: zzzzz
Merlyn LeRoy: I see the mysterious "?" has left
cat: hey merl
Merlyn LeRoy: hey
cat: many mysteries
cat: good production on the dvd
Merlyn LeRoy: thanks; I didn't like the differences in picture sharpness between the two cameras, but I can't do much
cat: i think the buyer is more interested in the humour than the pic qualiyty
cat: you know what would go great with it is the old ann arbour vid
cat: rom proc and bergman in whatr, 73 or something
cat: its been on tv
cat: you must have it
Merlyn LeRoy: the DVD is full right now, it's only a single layer DVD...
cat: you're kidding?
Merlyn LeRoy: did you find the cartoons?
cat: not enough for a commercail projectr, as lodestone would tell me of box of time
cat: aha
Merlyn LeRoy: it's about 100 minutes all added up
||||||||| It's 12:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nurse judy - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cat: nurse judy? feel free to make an incision
cat: wow
Merlyn LeRoy: I could compress the video more, but I don't want to degrade the quality
cat: your nick danger game on it?
cat: have not explored it nearly enough
Merlyn LeRoy: yeah, it's on there if you put it on a computer
cat: oh
cat: sounds bergmanesque
Merlyn LeRoy: 49 minutes of Mark Time (including cartoons), 48 minutes of nick danger
cat: big time
cat: i t seemed shorter
Merlyn LeRoy: also the mark time cartoons are in the data folder, too.
cat: even with time enhancing herbs
cat: ok, then make that stuff easier to access.
Merlyn LeRoy: don't know if it'll become a real product or not
Merlyn LeRoy: what stuff?
cat: imagine everyone who buys a copy will be so stoned they can barely see
cat: make meny accessible for those people
Merlyn LeRoy: if you just press "play" at the main menu, it plays all the XM radio shows; the animation you have to go to the mark time menu
cat: easier access equal only access
cat: i noticed that.
Merlyn LeRoy: did you find the cartoons on your own?
cat: take the homer simpson approach
cat: no found no cartoons, i meant that i noticed hitting play got me into the xm shows on parade
Merlyn LeRoy: at the main menu, go left and get the mark time menu; then you play all the mark time (including cartoons), or select them and play them
cat: will go offline. best of luck bf
Merlyn LeRoy: ok bye
||||||||| "12:58 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn LeRoy, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cat - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| 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 log off for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

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Bunnyboy
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cat
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Dave
doctec
doctec_temp
Freq Man
johm imaloo
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Ken
klokwkdog
Merlyn LeRoy
mrmuckle
nurse judy
Schoolboy
Stretch
Uncle Ernie
whaterz
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