Weekly Firesign Chat Log

A Firesign Chat
03/20/2003

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||||||||| 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 March 20, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 9:20 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 20, 2003 - 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?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:15 PM and kkkkkat steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Ken inside, makes a note of the time (9:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: hey cat
kkkkkat: ken, ex merl
kkkkkat: wasnt gonna be here tonight but meal got pushed back half an hour
Ken: howz thingz?
kkkkkat: nd i found myself here talking to myself.
Ken: i'm eating now. roast beef/ham on whole wheat with honey mustard
Ken: i already had my dessert, doing it backwards tonight
kkkkkat: sound good
Ken: hey, talking to yourself is good sometimes, at least you talk to someone intelligent :)
kkkkkat: had some zuchini stuffed with crab in tomato sauce at fave greek restaurant for lunch with visiting friend. we're visint other friends momentarily
kkkkkat: gonna check the sitting room
Ken: sounds wonderful to me. we have greek restaurant here in town and i like the spanakopita myself
Ken: by the way, do you have a stutter or are you a white supremacist feline?
||||||||| 9:24 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Ken: hi dave. i see on the news you guys got snowed in yesterday
kkkkkat: kkkk, now come done my boy
kkkkkat: the riffs on weirdly cool and their concerts, k for kurosawa, kubrick, other makers of war films
kkkkkat: hi dave
Ken: why watch a film when you can watch the real thing live and in color?
Dave: read yesterday's log, you'll see my comment, only had one day of school this week, I'll be on later tonight for once, oh, and, bringing in firewood in two feet of snow without much guidance is a bit of a challenge
kkkkkat: ronald reagan for best friend
Ken: i'm glad i have natural gas piped in and don't have to fart around with carrying wood
kkkkkat: tote those logs
Ken: yeah, i had beans and i have natural gas too
Dave: wood fires are cool, well, warm actually, I have gas too, just not enough to power a fireplace
kkkkkat: classical
Ken: better than unnatural gas, i suppose
Ken: yes, fireplace is nice, but lots of work and a safety hazard too. i have small fireplace here, but in the 7 yrs i've lived in this house, never had a fire in it
Ken: i did get email from dex, he won't be here tonight. out of town
Ken: but, i chatted briefly with rotonoto, and he said he would be here
Dave: Doc said he wouldn't be here as well, outa town
Ken: i wonder if everyone else is watching cnn to see if saddam still lives
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:33 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dave: Blank
Dave: damn thing, hello E!
Ken: hi e
Dave: I keep hitting the wrong buttons, oh well
Ken: as long as you hit the wrong buttons for the right reasons, we will forgive you
kkkkkat: hi el
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Ken: hey brian
Elayne: Hello Merlyn!
Merlyn: hello
kkkkkat: merly
Ken: merly, merly, merly, merly, life is but a dream
Elayne: I have to go, I'll be back.
kkkkkat: how's it goin, all?
kkkkkat: wontr see you then but another nght, el
Ken: thanks for the warning, elayne
Merlyn: hey elayne, use the exit button so you get an exit message
kkkkkat: i 2 must take the sartre exit
kkkkkat: well it beats nausea.
kkkkkat: hope the same can be said with the meal
Ken: pepto bismol or tums will cure it
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:42 PM and ELayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: I bet the reaper gets her
ELayne: Hey, what's that other Elayne doing here? Go away, you hussy!
Ken: ah, she is here twice
Merlyn: she used the time machine
Ken: identical cousins?
ELayne: You can lose your mind when cousins are two of a kind.
Dave: "oh my goodness"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uncle Ernie into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:44 PM, then departs.
Dave: "you can't talk to me like that"
Uncle Ernie: G'day Y'all!
Ken: hi ernie. or is that "high, ernie?"
Dave: hey Ern
Uncle Ernie: I'm having a Deja Vu all over again!
Ken: if it's yellow it might be dijon vu
ELayne: So how do I get rid of the other "Elayne"?
Uncle Ernie: Thats very High Ernie. This road apple red is to die for!
ELayne: I only have one window open.
Ken: e: she will die of diarrhea or some disgusting disease
ELayne: Been there.
Merlyn: I can kick her off
ELayne: Thanks Merl!
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Elayne at 9:46 PM
||||||||| ELayne departs at 9:46 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:46 PM, dragging Elayne by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Elayne: There we go, thanks.
Ken: will the real elayne please put up her hand and wave to us?
||||||||| Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto enters at 9:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Uncle Ernie: Wow you're a wizard whoever you are!
Dave: I know it wasn't included in the script of Electrition as it hadn't been noticed, but could we have people die of AIDS? or would that be too contraversial, or we could have them die of a chemical attack from Sadam, but that might be too contraversial as well, just spilling my thoughts, sorry if they hit you
||||||||| El-Ayne! enters at 9:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Ken: hi yam
El-Ayne! waves.
Uncle Ernie: Admiral what up?
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: oi
||||||||| Around 9:47 PM, El-Ayne! walks off into the sunset...
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Ultimate Generalissimo to you pal
Elayne: Heh, no, too confusing. Sorry.
Ken: methinks she doth try to trick us
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: I'm practicing to be a tinhorn dictator, there may be a vacancy soon
Uncle Ernie: Don't you trust her Ken, cause then she'll want to see yours!
Elayne: Hey Generalissimo, is this your tin horn?
Ken: are you at least 35, a native-born citizen of the united states, and have you been a resident for at least 14 years? if so, then you could be our president!
Elayne has seen many,one more wouldn't hurt.
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Who sat on it? It's all flat!
Uncle Ernie: Ah your taking over from our beloved Fuhrer then Yam?
||||||||| jackal59 waltzes in at 9:49 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Ken: ernie: she better have binoculars or a microscope or something
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: The President Mash up the Resident
jackal59: evening, folks
Elayne: Generalissimo, it's just been through customs. It's the custom now to flatten them.
Ken: woof to the jackal
Elayne: Hey Jackal!
Uncle Ernie: Kewl!
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: I'm not stupid enough to be president
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: oi
Elayne: Oh, don't underestimate yourself, Yam! ;)
Ken: yam: i think you're correct
Dave: does tha Jackle possess a weapon like in the movie? god that thing was huge
Elayne: No wait, that should be "don't MISunderstimate yourself."
||||||||| Rotonoto sneaks in around 9:50 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Uncle Ernie: I say we draft Papoon, you know he's not insane!
Elayne: Hey Roto!
Ken: ah so, roto
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Thank YOU, Elayne
Ken: draft is a dirty word in my vocabulary
Rotonoto: Oh, excuse me- I thought this was the american legion hall...
jackal59: You know... the President of the United States really *is* named Schicklegruber.
kkkkkat: tons of people
Elayne: Yeah, that's what they used to say about Powell too (not insane), but look at him now. I think it's a contagion.
Dave: ONE MAN, ONE CHANNEL!
kkkkkat: where did all these mexicans come from?
Rotonoto: ...or is this the moose lodge?
jackal59: And it's not so funny any more. :-(
Ken: channel 85
Elayne: Crawford, Crawford Uber Alles...
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto blows his tin horn in Elayne's ear
Uncle Ernie: Porgey your a white man you've got to help us!
Ken: not the moose lodge, i think the reindeers just left their meeting. look at all the spagnum moss on the floor
Elayne has heard it all before, alas.
kkkkkat: you got 4 names, yammie?
Elayne: I seem to have seen and heard a lot of this just about ten years ago, in fact.
Rotonoto: vas ist das 'bleu moss'?
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Yeah, I've been having that Deja Vu, too
Uncle Ernie: So lets bring the war back home, where it ought to have been before!
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: many names, old Indian(feather, not dot) trick
Ken: yeah, i want to piss in the stream again
Uncle Ernie: I say lets have a revolution!
jackal59: Uncle Ernie: I think we may find that the war now delivers, and they *do* come up into the hills.
Rotonoto: yeah bring over a bunch of immigrants!
kkkkkat: isaiah thomas was a better player than coach
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: two days
Uncle Ernie: Not after 10pm they don't !
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: two days
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: two days
kkkkkat: there's an echo in that generalissimo
Uncle Ernie: I remember it all! The real George Washington brought the hemp and I the evening papers!
Rotonoto: two weeks- and all the falafel you can eat
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Bah
||||||||| jackal59 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, jackal59 exits at 9:55 PM.
Ken: hemp? light one up and pass it around
Elayne already seems to be quite lit.
Ken: did we anger the jackal? nothing worse than a mad jackal unless it's an irritated dingo
Uncle Ernie: We quickly proceeded to get young Tom Jefferson goodly streched!
Ken: i have some great pics of sally hemmings getting out of the shower....
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Strech Jefferson?
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto: Wait a sec
Uncle Ernie: What a fetid fervor of freedom!
kkkkkat: ok gotta go folks.
kkkkkat: keep em frying
Merlyn: bye kat
Uncle Ernie: late kkkat!
Ken: or brasing, kat. will do. enjoy
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Crazy Legs Yamamot', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Elayne waves goodbye to the kkkkat.
Uncle Ernie: Now where did the r go?
Crazy Legs Yamamot: bah
Ken: ah, another yam
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Crazy Legs Yamamoto', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Uncle Ernie: Betty Jo!
Elayne: Oh dear, he's doing it again. :)
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Better
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Now I'll watch the rest of me go to war
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto at 9:59 PM
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Crazy Legs Yamamot at 10:00 PM
Ken: we've got a veritable bushel of yams here now
Rotonoto: oh cool- stereo marmosets
Merlyn: don't leave your old clones lying around
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Hope General Westmoreland is keeping count
Rotonoto: there's a little phase distortion on the left channel, though
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ken: turn that variable rheostat to the rhesus channel
Uncle Ernie: Yes Roto but can they play the piano?
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Most small animals have that problem
Uncle Ernie: Not with Mutant Blue Yam!
Ken: i knew a gibbon that played the guitar, and an organ-playing orang
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Rhesus Pieces?
Rotonoto: they all play the piano just beautifully...
Ken: only if you slice and dice them
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I've seen orangs playing w/thier organs in the zooo
Ken: i prefer mine julienned. or is that romeoed?
Uncle Ernie: I'd like a twist of lemming with mine!
Ken: the mighty wurlitzer
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Ask Mr Shapespeare
Uncle Ernie: Oops wrong comedy group!
Rotonoto: look ast those transducers rotate!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: That's okay
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: We need all the humor we can get
Elayne: Yeah, Roto, they go in and out like anything!
Uncle Ernie: Can I ask him anything I want to Yam?
Ken: the great humor drought continues......
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Sure
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Plenty of stupidity though
Uncle Ernie: Look at them spin now. Those balls will mean your future Roto!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Wonder if we can trade
Ken: look at 'em bouncing!
Rotonoto: ...thinking of balls I'll have...
Uncle Ernie: Well Patent this machine and name it after Nancy!
Ken: a dozen mountain oysters with fried onions, please
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: You're too young to think about balls
Elayne: You're too old to think about that, Roto.
Elayne: Dang, Yamamoto, I liked mine better. :)
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Yours was better
Rotonoto: collect the entire set
Ken: can anyone tell me exactly where "the mighty wurlitzer" comment comes from?
Rotonoto: deep cod discounts and multiple identity stamps
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Unhealable Deeep Cut Discounts!!!!
Uncle Ernie: How about American Presidents in Cheese?
Rotonoto: probably hails back to the 40's/50's- remember the justly famous George Wright? I didn't think so...
Ken: no, i wasn't into organs in the 50's
Uncle Ernie: Wasn't he the Wright Brother that they kept chained in the atticc?
Rotonoto: back in those dark days, enthusiasts were still trying to keep the theatre organ tradition alive...
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kkkkkat - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ken: i played the organ in church when i was a kid. hard to reach the pedals when you're still growing and still short
Rotonoto: I mean- dozzens of stops- a half dozzen keyboards- even one you tromped on with your feet!
Uncle Ernie: I use to play with my organ in church too!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: The Young Organ Leroy, at his organ again
Ken: ernie: did the pastor object?
Ken: or were you catholic?
Rotonoto: have the album somewhere in the house- George Wright in tux and with typical WW II crew cut standing next to his organ...
Uncle Ernie: No he made me do it!
Rotonoto: (it was a big organ)
Ken: roto: probably a collector out there who would love to bid on that on ebay
Uncle Ernie: No I've always been an Atheist.
Ken: roto: you saw ernie's organ in church?
Rotonoto: no kidding- scratches pops and all
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: sure
Rotonoto: no, ernie doesn't play nice
Rotonoto: always some discordant Bach fugue in H minor
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I've seen organs, they're pink and ishy
Uncle Ernie: True I can only play bar chords with my left hand however with my right I'm Keith Emerson.
Ken: roto: fugue you!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: We don't care about Bach's sex life or what his names is
Rotonoto: and from the neck up, Mick Jagger
Uncle Ernie: I like Fugue and tocotta in D minor!
Ken: yam: he had a heluva sex life. 20 kids or something like that
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Let bach fugue himself!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Y lots of kids
Uncle Ernie: He did thats why he went blind!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: lotsa fugueing
Ken: you're thinking of beethoven who went deaf
Uncle Ernie: No wait a minute that was Ray Charles!
Rotonoto: and developed swaety and hairy palms
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Bet Anna Magdelnena was tired...
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Ken: What?
Ken: wasn't beethoven deaf? or am i mixing my metaphors?
Rotonoto: what? what? what?
Elayne: Well, I'm fading fast (actually slowly) so I think I'll heave off now. *heave* 'Scuse me.
Uncle Ernie: Magdelena daughter of the smog filled skys of Los Angeles?
Rotonoto: why he fell right over
Elayne: Bye all!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Bye
Ken: bye, e
Uncle Ernie: Ta Ta E!
Merlyn: bye e
||||||||| Around 10:17 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
Rotonoto: Elayne casts off from the singles dock at lovely Rancho Malario Clowndominium....
Rotonoto: bye E
Uncle Ernie: Going down that old Trail of Tears golf course?
Ken: speaking of sunset, wasn't spring's beginnings right about then?
Merlyn: saddam gets his glasses made at the same place as charles nelson reilly
Rotonoto: yeah- they wouldn't let me shoot it out at the oscars this year
Uncle Ernie: I see by Micky's hands it's that time again. Mr. Birdseed go to press!
Rotonoto: costume design by Mr. Yamamoto of Hollywood
Rotonoto: Go To Preeeeeessssssssss!
Uncle Ernie: http://issuesandalibis.org G,night Y'all and keep'em flying!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Who dat?
Ken: yep, ernie
Rotonoto: who dat say who dat when I say who dat?
||||||||| At 10:20 PM, Uncle Ernie vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: dunno
Dave: oh they'll be flying all right
Ken: amos or andy?
Rotonoto: peace out, Uncle Ernie
Rotonoto: abbot or costello?
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Byeeeee
Merlyn: bye cl
Ken: later, mr. yam
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: not me
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I was saying "Bye" to UE
Rotonoto: I've been up most of the day- I've got proof and everything!
Rotonoto: bye
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Too late, of course
Ken: ok, i'll redo the bye later
Ken: recycle, reuse, resomething
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: My site traffic is ucking
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: sucking
Rotonoto: close cover before striking
Rotonoto: offer void where rejected
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I have a good first graphic
Dave: and rejected where void
Rotonoto: some assembly required
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: http://mr_yamamoto.50megs.com/flash-RVDROZ-CREDIT!!! copy.JPG
Rotonoto: more content, Yam- more content! ;o)
Dave: YAY! I LOVE JPG'S!
Ken: made from contented cows
Ken: lol, dave!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Bah
Rotonoto: humbug!
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Somewhere around 50 megs of content, now
Ken: what key does that bug hum in?
Ken: "bee" flat?
Merlyn: half-a-bee flat?
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I forgot the key, but I have a lid out in the car
Dave: oooooh sare yam
Merlyn: one of those childproof lids?
Ken: roll it up, pass it around. here, use my lighter
Dave: er, share
Ken: i don't think yam would bogart it all
Merlyn: the beatles' flip your wig game
Ken: but then, i've gotten in trouble before thinking
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Not good practise these days, thinking
Ken: well, the moody blues said "thinking is the best way to travel"
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: It's cheap
Dave: as is talk, but sometimes thinking and talking both get you screwed
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Yes
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: and not in a good way
Ken: if thinking and talking got me screwed, i would be happy.... sorry, no more details unless you pay me
Ken: ah, i was thinking of the "good" way
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Yes, I remember that
Dave: I wasn't ken
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: dimly
Merlyn: is this latest war the "grandmother of all battles"? The last iraqi war was the mother...
Ken: i got your drift, dave
Ken: brian: sister-in-law
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Daughter, I think
Ken: watched some news show tonight, a professor did a study of saddam's face and found there is one real one and 4 impostors
Dave: yeah, they had to mold him out of ash to make the correct shape
Ken: but he didn't analyze last night's version to see which one it was
Dave: ok, that probably didn't make much sense now that I realize it
Merlyn: what does he say about michael jackson's faces?
Rotonoto: flee when you see?
Ken: does the number "infinity" ring any bells?
Dave: ding ding ding
Rotonoto: tied up all his kline bottles with moebius tape?
Ken: we have a winner!
Merlyn: moebius tape is hard to use, it's sticky on both side
Ken: reminds me a lionel ritchie song: "stuck on you"
Ken: why in the hell would that come to mind? i never liked him
Merlyn: duck and hover
Ken: huck and dover
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Merl: only in a black helicopter
Rotonoto: get your duck taped here- no waiting
Ken: ben dover. anyone seen ben dover?
Rotonoto: you been talking to mike hunt again?
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Or Hugh G. Rection?
Ken: yam: never heard of that one, but i will have to remember him
||||||||| 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 klokwkdog disembarks at 10:43 PM.
Ken: tick tock, hello klok
Rotonoto: yo klok
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: oi�
Rotonoto: check yer watch
klokwkdog: ain't it a luvely war?
klokwkdog: just in time, too
Ken: as wars go, i'd give it an 88. it's got a good beat and you can dance to it
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: No it's a sucky war
Rotonoto: made of a lightweight, man-made material
Ken: stronger than dirt, too
Merlyn: too much like the last war
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: No good songs, It's unpopular and dopesn't play wellw/other wars
Ken: "those who forget the pasta are condemned to reheat it"
klokwkdog: yeah, we haven't had any good war songs lately; anyone heard Mellencamp's, is it any good?
Rotonoto: drown 'em in meatballs
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Well, I'm having a serious Deja Vu
Ken: george michael did one a couple weeks ago, backup singers had on anti-war shirts, they "fuzzed" them so couldn't be read on tv
Rotonoto: far out, man
Ken: i was in l.a. during the last gulf war
Rotonoto: right this minute?
klokwkdog: didja hear, Spain isn't sending any troops?
Dave: yeah, no good songs I've heard, except Alan Jackson's one, but that got overplayed, if it hadn't, it would've been a good one, but this is formatted radio we're talking about
Ken: isn't clear channel great?
klokwkdog: ...but they promised Turkey they'd be right behind them if Iraq should...attack
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: How have they Touched YOU today
klokwkdog: you know it's bad when all the congressmen they've bought off start asking questions
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: They have billboards here
klokwkdog: Clear Channel used up its supply of goodwill 5 years ago and now has no visible means of support except rented thugs
Rotonoto: they passed a unanimous resolution that they are almost unanimous
Ken: they can't be good republicans then. they NEVER ask questions unless it involves sex and a democrat
klokwkdog: you know how strange Bush looked the other night? I heard it might really have been one of his doubles
Ken: of course, it's an oxymoron to use "good" and "republican" in the same sentence
Ken: klok: piece in nytimes called him the xanax cowboy
Rotonoto: ..
Merlyn: I think bush had a double before he went on
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: It's okay, most republicans are morons, anyway
Rotonoto: ..
klokwkdog: Iranian Intelligence has a theory that the real Bush has been taken over by Space Aliens
Ken: get sirius!
Rotonoto: ..
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Merl: line of Coke
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: Bush is NOT real
Rotonoto: ..
Crazy Legs Yamamoto wishes
Ken: roto: quit sending "i" in morse code
Merlyn: not the real thing?
klokwkdog: they are showing pictures of grays to visitors who've seen him recently, asking if they saw any in the background
Rotonoto: I thought I had lost my isp for a minute
Ken: isp is .. ... .--.
Rotonoto: chats in the internet website domain have their own IRC-like hiccups
Ken: i think. it's been years since i've done morse
klokwkdog: yeah, we should all be meeting via AIM...
Rotonoto: .....................................................................................tear page here
Ken: well, dear friends, it's been a long day for me, so i'll make like a library book and check out. next week.
Merlyn: since morse science high
Rotonoto: you're not overdue, are you?
Dave: bye Ken, have a good one
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: later ken
Rotonoto: cough up the fine and get it over with, DF
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: ewwww
Crazy Legs Yamamoto: I'm out, too
Rotonoto: bye
||||||||| Ken runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Ken?! It's 10:57 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| At 10:57 PM, Crazy Legs Yamamoto vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: I was going to take a shower soon
Rotonoto: why is klok parenthetical?
Merlyn: he's "away"
Rotonoto: ohh
Merlyn: it's a menu item
Rotonoto: coolissimo
Rotonoto: this is way cooler than irc
Merlyn: thanks
klokwkdog: yeah, it's nice
Merlyn: he's back
klokwkdog: it's just this little chromium menu item here...
Rotonoto: wal, ah gess ahm gonna walk tha doggie soon, but probably return later if anyone still here
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Rotonoto: back from the war room, eh?
klokwkdog: i'm good 4 another 600 seconds
Merlyn: me too, I'll check in a bit later
Dave: I'll stick around, don't have anything planned
Rotonoto: ok guise, back later...
klokwkdog: nite Roto; I'll be gone
Rotonoto: nite klok
Merlyn: nighto
klokwkdog: later, Merlyn
klokwkdog will hang on until 11th hour (the real one, not Catherwood's
klokwkdog: ...his claws slipping desperately on the smooth face of the polished marble wall...
Merlyn: OK, I'll be back after a while...
||||||||| "11:05 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then runs out through the French doors and down through the garden.
klokwkdog doesn't remember any French doors or garden...
Dave: nor do I klok
klokwkdog: we need an expert to place the reference for us, then
Dave: then again, what happens if it is the noon hour and somebody "walks off in to the sunset?"
klokwkdog: hmmm
klokwkdog: that was the nice thing about being Shakespeare and doing stuff at the Globe
Dave: I guess you could come in contact with a cloud and darken the sky
klokwkdog: nobody would re-run your stuff at an odd hour
klokwkdog: on any round planet with a single sun and enough population, distributed, then at noon someone will be walking off into the sunset ;-)
Dave: very elequently put
klokwkdog: i can just imagine how many yokels are calling the networks because the "live" feeds from Iraq/Kuwait don't match the day/nite in the US
klokwkdog: ah, i've overstayed 5 min. time to vanish into the long-past sunset
klokwkdog: c u all next week
Dave: you goin' then?
Dave: later klok
klokwkdog: yeah, must have another "fix" of war
klokwkdog: before bedtime
klokwkdog: nite
Dave: lalalalalalalalalalalalala
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:23 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: Hello, you must be going
Dave: no, just no one to talk to, that's all, course, you're here now
Merlyn: I meant k-dog
Dave: and the Bolivias are greener in banana this year of time
Dave: oh sorry I thought you meant me, hehe
Dave: tick, tick, tick goes the clock
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| klokwkdog - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dave: he's gone, bye kwd
Merlyn: yep. I'm going to go again, too.
Dave: oh hey Brian, klok and I were wondering where the "french doors" exit line came from
Merlyn: do some flash stuff
Merlyn: I just made it up; maybe they should be freedom doors now
Dave: lol, yeah, I'd do that and see the reaction from the rest
Merlyn: OK, I changed it, we'll see who notices
Merlyn: let's see if I get it...bye
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 11:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dave: nope, you're a toad now
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bone-E-Boi', just granted probation at 11:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bone-E-Boi: What they gonna do with Flash, Dave?
Dave: what?
Bone-E-Boi: Merlyn said 'do some flash stuff'. I was wondering what he meant by that.
Dave: no idea, if it's tha nimation stuff, count me out, kinda useless to a blind guy, ain't it it?
Bone-E-Boi: I know a blind guy named Dave... Probably no relation.
Dave: never know, but very doubtful
Bone-E-Boi: He lives in New Jersey. Are you from Jersey?
Dave: nope, far from it, I'm in Colorado
Dave yawns and wants chocolate
Bone-E-Boi: Actually, the Dave from Jersey is the brother of my SO. She's about 80% blind. His ex-wife is 100% blind and so is his ex-girlfriend.
Bone-E-Boi: Does 'I cannot see, look out for me' offend you?
Bone-E-Boi: You know what I like most about 100% blind people? The seeing-eye dogs.
Bone-E-Boi: Generally speaking I like pets better than their owners. Nothing personal.
Dave: the "I cannot see" is actually really funny, I use the same vocabulary as most sighted people do, and I'm not a dog person really, some people love guide dog's others don't, I'm a caner, you don't have to clean up after a cane, if they made guide cat's I'd get one of them, but cat's don't exactly go where you want them to go
Dave: except in their litter boxes
Bone-E-Boi: I like my pets better than I like myself. I've got self-esteem problems.
Dave: as do I, when I live on my own I'm getting a cat though, they just do their own thing, I like that, cause that's how I am, I just do my own thing
Dave: not a very talkitive crowd, eh? SPEAK UP NOW OR FOREVER HOLD YOUR PIIIIIIIIIISS!
Dave: yes, i'm really, really bored
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bone-E-Boi - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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..
Dave: still here
||||||||| Dave rushes off, saying "12:14 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| "12:23 AM? 12:23 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Dave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dave enters and sits on the couch.
Dave: this is the couch, right? I'm not sitting on someone's lap?
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rotonoto - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dave: well, if no one's gonna come back and they're all gonna get killed off, s'pose I'll be going
Dave: "when the night is cold, some get by but some get old, just to show life's not made of gold, when the night is cold." Nick Drake, RIP dear friend
||||||||| "Hey Dave!" ... Dave turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:34 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 12:37 AM, then departs.
Rotonoto: nite klok
Rotonoto: wa'll- I didn't have any time to shine up my coins
Rotonoto: ..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rotonoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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 4:31 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:

Bone-E-Boi
Crazy Legs Yamamot
Crazy Legs Yamamoto
Dave
Elayne
jackal59
Ken
kkkkkat
klokwkdog
Merlyn
Rotonoto
Ultimate Generalissimo Comrade Yamamoto
Uncle Ernie

URL References:
http://issuesandalibis.org
http://mr_yamamoto.50megs.com/flash-RVDROZ-CREDIT

Rogue's Gallery:

PP and Cat(cease)	Bunnyboy	klokwkdog	kend^
FreqMan	Merlyn LeRoy	DocTech	LiliLamont
Rotonoto	LeatherG & SO	Nin0	Tonk
			Elayne
And, "The Home Team"	Peggy Blisswhips	Audrey Farber	Tiny Dr. Tim Rest In Peace, Dear Friend