A Firesign Chat
03/25/2004




Archive

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for March 25, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 9:06 AM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Woody One coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Woody One: Hey Folks. No one is here I know. I'll try to drop in tonight. See ya.
||||||||| Woody One departs at 9:07 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Outside, the 6:34 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: Damm bus driver, always smokin me!
Mudhead: Driver, take these smokes to the dam.
||||||||| Outside, the 6:40 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hey mudhead
Mudhead: hey Merlyn
Mudhead: whatcha know see
Merlyn: I no see much
Merlyn: we're kinda early
Mudhead: im right on time
Merlyn: the chat isn't due to start for over 2 hours
Mudhead: but my mucklucks arent dry yet
Mudhead: i goyya see a man about a dog
Mudhead: bbl
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 6:56 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Merlyn: ok
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 7:01 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead in through the front door at 7:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:00 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: hey again mudhead, watch out for the reaper, it's a newer, more aggresive model.
Merlyn: I'll hang up to test...c u later
Mudhead: but Im skerrid of the reaper...
||||||||| It's 8:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: I'm fading
Mudhead: Maybe if I hit this little chromium switch
Mudhead: Maybe if I hit this little chromium switch
Mudhead: no no thats the echo machine
Mudhead: no no thats the echo machine
||||||||| Outside, the 8:22 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: Me again, reaper bait
Mudhead: here, this little guy over...here
Merlyn: I should go in a couple of minutes this time...
Mudhead: no by the reapers hand I hope
Mudhead: "Those weapons of mass destruction have to be here somewhere" G.W. Bush
||||||||| It's 8:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 8:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: One more try...
Merlyn: byeeee for now
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Mudhead - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 25, 2004 - 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?"
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Buck Fush should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Buck Fush enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: new here?
Buck Fush: evvybuddy missing. HHmmmmm............
Buck Fush: oh, THERE you are. I didn't look over there...
Merlyn: the fair is just starting
||||||||| Bubba's Brain waltzes in at 9:08 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bubba's Brain: Hey there.
Merlyn: hey bbrain
Merlyn: hey bbrain
Bubba's Brain: Just reading an article on data encoded on LP's -- LP-ROMs?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Lindowed Yämamoto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bubba's Brain: Hey C!
cease: stpping off the yellow line
Lindowed Yämamoto: gah
cease: by bub, yam, merl, fuck bush
Lindowed Yämamoto: ok
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Danny into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
cease: i mean "hi"
cease: why is kerry taking a week vacatiion in the middle of his campaign?
Danny: helooo
||||||||| 9:11 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
cease: mr vanilla
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Friends
cease: Frere Fong
Danny: good evening
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat
Dexter Fong: and Bubba, Buck, Danny , OI and Merlyn
||||||||| Outside, the 9:14 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: hey all
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem
Danny: ahhh clem!
cease: ah
Lindowed Yämamoto: ah
Dexter Fong: ha
ah,clem: hi all just stopped by, can't stay, but be back later....
Lindowed Yämamoto: I'm disgusted
ah,clem: busy day
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Stephen Foster Kane', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cease: klok
Dexter Fong: Hey Klok..feeling better I hope
Danny: I see the train came in just in time
Lindowed Yämamoto: Gimme the skybird url before ya schplit
Stephen Foster Kane: much, thanks Dex. hi everyone
Stephen Foster Kane: welcome back, Cat, Dex
ah,clem: there ya go Yammy
Stephen Foster Kane: we missed ya
Stephen Foster Kane: (but we'll aim better next time!)
ah,clem: this is te whole 2 disk set,
Dexter Fong: Clem: having trouble copying cds for some reason, but am working on it and will get the stuff to you soon as I can
Stephen Foster Kane: which disk are you on?
ah,clem: BBL,
cease: is that the collection of firesign bits?
Merlyn: I'll be at the "Feasting on the Firesign Theatre" show at UCLA next Thursday, so I won't make the chat, probably.
ah,clem: yea, Cat, that's the one, good one too.
Dexter Fong: yes, Cat..segments of different albums too
Stephen Foster Kane: you're either on my disk, or you're supporting the terrorists
||||||||| ah,clem leaves at 9:18 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Stephen Foster Kane: ah, so they finally got all four, five of the guys to show up on the same table?
Bubba's Brain: Eek!
Dexter Fong: a mouse?
cease: thats what i meant. i think i heard it at a friends, but as i already had all their albums and more, why buy it?
Bubba's Brain: I'd been side-conversing, hadn't realized I started fading to gray. Gotta use Tide.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Stephen Foster Kane: don't use generic species names, use "plastic pointing device"
Bambi: Howdy!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi..clem's not here
cease: my husband's a policeman and you wouldn't believe how dirty he gets my clothes
Stephen Foster Kane: you scrub and scrub, but still there's that blood around the collar...
Bambi: Hey Dex
Merlyn: Minor warning: new, more aggresive Reaper unleashed tonight
Bambi: yeah, clem just got in too
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Buck Fush - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: and speaking of husbands, hi bambi
Danny: Hello Bambi
Stephen Foster Kane: yellow, bambi
: he had to get things rolling quickly
Merlyn: whoa, case in point...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (9:20 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Jeeze, Merlyn ain't folling around no more
Merlyn: oopsy, that wasn't a dead person...
Stephen Foster Kane hears Reaper ringing his doorbell
Bambi: woah
Bambi: that was weird
Merlyn: sorry I killed you off, bambi
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Comrade Mr Yamamoto in through the front door at 9:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bambi: Hi Cat
Stephen Foster Kane: backwelcome Yam
Merlyn: I think I know what happened; you logged in just before the reaper did his thing, so it thought you were dead
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Ack
Bubba's Brain: Wow, blink my eyes and everyone shows up.
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: I'm so disgusted
Bambi: Hi Merlyn, Klok, Bubba
Dexter Fong: I think I prefer the kinder, gentiler Reaper
Stephen Foster Kane: oh my god, I've got leaky WMD!
Bambi: right Merlyn ... Whoa! lol
Stephen Foster Kane: wmd #7!
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: I had to destroy my computer in order to save it
Bambi: is Catherwood having fun with us tonight?
Bambi: was sent back to sign on screen in 30 seconds
cease: like the one kenny killed on southpark?
cease: you and the us in vietnam, eh, yammy?
Stephen Foster Kane: anyway, appropriate Skybird for the new R.
Danny: saw it a thousand years in the future
Dexter Fong: How'd it look
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Ugly
Dexter Fong: Sure. but inside, it's tan and handsome
Danny: blinked and missed it
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Lindows gets my vote for most obnoxious OS
Dexter Fong: Can't vote unles you register
cease: oh, there it is!
Stephen Foster Kane: you got a lindows machine??
Bambi: I prefer Redhat or Fedora, Mandrake or VectorLinux SOHO 3.2
Dexter Fong: Speaking of register...Republicans had a big truck (semi) parked in Times Square today with a big sign saying "It Rocks to Register Republican"
cease: like, rocks in the head?
Stephen Foster Kane: how many rocks did it end up collecting, Dex?
Danny: MTV...promos...
Dexter Fong: I tried to ignore it
Stephen Foster Kane wonders what the heck is vectorlinux
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Klok, no, but I was stupid enough to d/l it off kazaa
Dexter Fong: GWB wearing phat clothing to get his street image
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Goes w/his phat head....
Stephen Foster Kane: well, it's not bad, what i've heard of it, aside from all the apps have to come from Lindows Central
Dexter Fong: Got all his bases covered..Wears a flag..Red for Bloods..Blue for Crips...white for Arayan supremacists
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: He's got enough bllos on his hands....
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: bloods
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: damn
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (9:28 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Klok: try unistalling it
Stephen Foster Kane is saved from inquiring what bllos is
cease: and speaking of heads....
Dexter Fong: Gosh Mudhead,
Bambi: hey Mudhead
Mudhead: Hello all
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: You have to FDisk to get rid of the bootloader
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: oi mud
Stephen Foster Kane: load Knoppix CD, Yam, format C, load Windows floppy, fdisk /mbr... ;-)
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lindowed Yämamoto - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Would not go
Bambi: Knoppix is killer! Great LiveCD
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: I had to FDisk all he way
Merlyn: was that a legit reap?
Dexter Fong: ABC did a thing on Rumsfeld tonight..the man's arrogance is truly staggering..musta been Torqumada in a former life
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Killed my large drive in the process, wiping out all website b/ups
Stephen Foster Kane: hmm, I thought Windows' arrogant fdisk /mbr would erase all setups; that's why Linux saves both the prev. and new mbr sector in /boot...
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: also all software....
cease: one of lapham's nightmares come true
Stephen Foster Kane: wow, you must be really happy tonight, Yam!
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: No, Lindows stays in there
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Just overjoyed
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:32 PM and late as usual, it's Dr. Headphones, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: Hi Ken
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Ken^
Dr. Headphones clears his throat and says "hello, dear friends"
Danny: adjusts his hearing aid
Bambi: Lindows ate your Windows partition?
Dexter Fong adjusts his seat
Bambi: Hey Ken!
Dr. Headphones: uh oh, someone is fdisking :)
Stephen Foster Kane adjusts his mind aid
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Lindows doesn't recognize Windows Partitions like SuSE does
Bambi: lol
Dr. Headphones: if you knew suse......
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Lindows ate my Dog
Mudhead: Bambi!
Bubba's Brain sings "If you knew SuSE, like I knew SuSE...."
Bambi: not all Linux OSes will resize partitions and even among those that do only Mandrake does it well....
Stephen Foster Kane: ...you'd know she's been taken over by the Mormons...
Bubba's Brain: Ya beat me Dr. H
Dexter Fong: Eight to the bar
Bambi: (resize existing Windows partitions that is)
Dr. Headphones: bubba: i try not to beat TOO hard :)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Hal into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:35 PM, then departs.
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Brb
cease: daisy, daisy
Dexter Fong: Close the chat room door, Hal
Stephen Foster Kane: yeah, but fiddle with the partitioner in the install long enough Bambi and it gets totally confused. you end up with partition names that won't be there on reboot, which plays hell with the install...
Dr. Headphones: hi hal
Hal: Greetings Ken, et all
Mudhead: gimmee yur answer...do
Bubba's Brain: Last week Dave, this week Hal...
cease: D.E.W?
Dexter Fong is half crazy all from Donald Rumsfeld
Dr. Headphones: i have one cat in my lap and another who wants to be there. i may run from the room bleeding in a minute.....
||||||||| 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 Bunnyboy disembarks at 9:36 PM.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Dexter Fong: Bunny
Bambi: yes, that can be true too Klok ;)
Stephen Foster Kane: that's some kind of funky Canadian radar, Cat
cease: hi bun
Dr. Headphones: howdy, bunny
Bambi: hey BBoy
Bunnyboy: Ah, Greatest Hits nite on Skybird...
Bubba's Brain: hey Bb!
Hal: I had to much NPR the last couple of days.
Bambi: yep .. will be fun hey, Bunny?
Stephen Foster Kane: it's like the red acid, Dex; better to just not do any more...
cease: distant early warning system, your radar in our territory. keeps them rusky missiles at bay
cease: or eatons
cease: do the bomb bay door thing
Stephen Foster Kane: bess eatons?
Dr. Headphones: bombay is now mumbai
Bunnyboy: Dex: Didja see Der Rumster on ABC tonite? Still another hour and a half until that crap here.
cease: and constantinople is...
Stephen Foster Kane: yeah, but everyone wants to live in Bangalore
Stephen Foster Kane: and make torpedos or something
Dexter Fong: Bun: Yes...unbelievably arrogant
cease: Rommy and the Cokehead, sounds like a great cartoon
cease: Rummy
Dexter Fong would prefer Bunny and the Jets
cease: Romell drives deep into egypt
Dr. Headphones: even given my partisan political views, i tend to believe clarke more than bush et cie.
Stephen Foster Kane: Rumsfeld is better off ignored
Bunnyboy: brb
Stephen Foster Kane: thanks for the Salon thing, Ken
Mudhead: "Theres gotta be weapons of mass sestruction around here somewhere" G.W. Bush
Stephen Foster Kane: who is Romell?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:39 PM, dragging C. Simril by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
C. Simril: I dissappeared
Dr. Headphones: oh yeah, klok, thought you might like it. you don't have to read everything (or anything) i send, the choice is yours
Dexter Fong: Klok! WHo is Rommell!!??
Bunnyboy: back. No feed left for a bit there.
Bubba's Brain: Weapons of Mentruation?
Hal: We're all Bozo's. . .
Dr. Headphones: gen erwin rommell, the desert fox of north africa
C. Simril: germ general, but the title refers to a brautigan book
Stephen Foster Kane: I know who Rommell is; who is Romell?
C. Simril: i just read brautigan's daughter's book, You Can't Catch Death
Dexter Fong: Oh aren't you clever =))
C. Simril: what is sperring?
Dr. Headphones: el alamein in egypt, he matched wits with eisenhower, montgomery or patton or somebody american/british
Stephen Foster Kane: Mudhead: http://www.thenation.com/capitalgames/index.mhtml?bid=3&pid=1336
Dexter Fong: Not sperring...speringg
C. Simril: amerifish?
Bunnyboy: The editorial cartoonists (Oliphant and Toles, to name just 2) are having a blessed field day over the Richard Clarke fallout.
Bunnyboy: Are there 2 cats? My eyes are buggin'!
Stephen Foster Kane: not eisenhower. the Brits ran Egypt, per 1919
C. Simril: fallout? ah, the good old corld war days are here again
Dr. Headphones: fallout? do i need to duck and cover?
C. Simril: next week, i think, bunny
C. Simril: now just me
Stephen Foster Kane: eisenhower landed in the west of africa, fought Rommell there
Bubba's Brain: Quack. Quack.
C. Simril: that's daffy
Bunnyboy: Bert the Turtle sucks it up.
Dr. Headphones: i'm not real "up" on WWII, i do know our side won (if anyone can be said to "win" a war)
Stephen Foster Kane: actually, Cat, the US is quietly studying falloout effects again
Dr. Headphones: sorry, more political views sneaking in there (from an avowed pacifist)
Stephen Foster Kane: allegedly in case of terrorist WMD attack, but suspected it's related to using tactical nukes against terrorist bunkers
Dexter Fong: Ken: I would fight to pprotect you right not to fight
Merlyn: famous last words dept: I think I fixed the reaper
Hal: Ken I'm not so sure we won. The company I work for recently got bought by the Germans.
Merlyn: Just don't make him angry
Bunnyboy: "Rommmmelllllll! You magnificent bastard, I read your BOOK!"
Merlyn: and don't make him pancakes
Dr. Headphones: anyone here a UFO person? i found an old tape last night from 1975. betty hill interviewed on "tomorrow" with tom snyder. i taped it for a college term paper i wrote on flying cups and plates, er, saucers
Bubba's Brain: I wouldn't like him when he's angry.
Merlyn: I used to be in the AFL-UFO
Dexter Fong: "Ich bin loven der schmell of Burning Saurkraut in the morning"
Stephen Foster Kane: yeah, the main protagonists from N. Africa, Rommell and Montgomery, went to Europe and fought on
Dr. Headphones sings "look for the union label............."
Dexter Fong: ..and on and on
Merlyn: Anyway, the new reaper code should kill off dead people a bit sooner
Hal: I'm now in the UAW!
Stephen Foster Kane: but actually, it was Joe Stilwell who read Rommell's book (or read it first)
Bunnyboy: You? Aw!
Bambi: ah, oh....none of that fading stuff...
Bubba's Brain: "... I kill dead people..."
Dexter Fong: Vinegar Bend Stilwell?
Dr. Headphones: hey hal, your patron saint is carl levin then!
Merlyn: it didn't say "not to be sold in the US"
Stephen Foster Kane: Bubba: LOL
Hal: lol
Bambi: trying to do too many things at once lol
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Do one thing at a time...do it well...then move on
Bubba's Brain: Actually, being easily distracted, I apprecieate having a long time to fade before getting kicked.
Hal: brb, have to set up VCR for wife and daugher, ER fans.
Dr. Headphones: dex: she's the poster girl for multi-tasking
C. Simril: i do lots of things at the same time. poorly, then move on.
C. Simril: to more things
Stephen Foster Kane has been fading for a long time, for sure
Bambi: I usually do Dex ...but some days it just doesn't work out right lol
Bunnyboy: THE TIN DRUM will be back on DVD in May. Criterion edition, including a documentary on that dumb Oklahoma nonsense a few years back.
C. Simril: .org
Dexter Fong: two more things?
Merlyn: The reaper won't kick you off for nonactivity, it checks the log to see if you aren't refreshing the page at all
Bambi: I multi task about as well as Windows LOL
Dexter Fong: Merl: How refreshing
C. Simril: an excellent cinematic representation of a great book
C. Simril: course it's only the first part of the book, but still
Bubba's Brain: Aha.... good.
Dr. Headphones: the pause that refreshes?
Bubba's Brain: I was going to say that, Dr H!
Stephen Foster Kane: Cat: http://www.despair.com/demotivators/incompetence.html
Dr. Headphones: bub: GMTA
Merlyn: I think cat's doppelganger should go in about a minute or so
Bubba's Brain: No... refreshing during pause.
Dexter Fong: YOu still can Bub
Bubba's Brain: GTMA, then again, so do we.
Merlyn: the reaper is your friend! It prevents you from talking to people who aren't there.
Mudhead: i like the powdered sugar in the bottom of the box best
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| cease - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Comrade Mr Yamamoto - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: GMTA or GTMA wow!
Dr. Headphones: are we twins separated at birth, sharing one brain?
often talks to people who aren't there.
Stephen Foster Kane: I talk to people who aren't there all the time...
Merlyn: oopsy
C. Simril: that was an editiing reap?
Dr. Headphones: uh oh, bubba just said something and got reaped
||||||||| Outside, the 9:50 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bubba's Brain coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: The Reaper just scored a hat trick plus one
Dr. Headphones: a little quick on the trigger and/or hypodermic there
Bubba's Brain: Just got kicked... dont know why
: cat: Yes, the book is swell. And, I guess, they had planned on ending the film differently. That is to say, by incorporating some ot the material after the boy starts growing again. The new DVD edition contains some script fragments.
Stephen Foster Kane: sheesh, this is getting like The Jesus Chainsaw Massacre
Dr. Headphones: bub: the reaper doesn't appear to like you very much
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:51 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
C. Simril: jesus and mary got a chainsaw?
Bubba's Brain: The PLAGUE!
Bunnyboy: oops. Don't THINK that was me. Reaper!
Merlyn: Well, I'll comment out that part of the code so it's back to the way it was
Dr. Headphones: no, you had the measles
Stephen Foster Kane: oh, so that's what fell out of the copy someone was looking at in the video store. thanks, Cat.
Merlyn: nope, my fault
Danny: I don't see the big nose
C. Simril: dont fear the reefer
Bubba's Brain: The nose that grows!
Dr. Headphones: i had an ancestor who died of the measles during the civil war. presumably after he had sired children
Stephen Foster Kane: cat- at least until all that dry ice melts...
Mudhead: thats my doorknocker
Bubba's Brain: Pinnochio does Pittsburgh -- It's not just his nose that grows!
Dr. Headphones: alas, no reefer here....
Dexter Fong: And a lovely dorrknocker it is
C. Simril: i had to spliff it with the sound effects, mon
Bubba's Brain: Don't reap the fearer.
Mudhead: good nite dear friends
C. Simril: she's got knockers you could do The Doors on
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
Dr. Headphones: later, mud
Merlyn: nite mudhead
Stephen Foster Kane: good night dear mudhead
C. Simril: by mud
Bambi: nite mudhead
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:54 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dr. Headphones: wasn't there a comic book duo called archie and mudhead?
Dexter Fong: ONe of the few tonight to leave voluntarily
Bunnyboy: Heard some "family expert/bozo" on NPR this morning, arguing against same-sex marriage, on the grounds that the chief function of marriage is procreation.
Stephen Foster Kane: jughead
||||||||| Charles Foster Dudley enters at 9:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Bunnyboy: Now I gotta break it to Bunnette...
Dexter Fong: Ken: Jughead, comics, radio and movies
Dr. Headphones: bun: then i failed. no kids, no glory
Charles Foster Dudley: G'day Y'all!
Bambi: Merlyn ... despite the grim reaper being a bit over zealous at times ... Catherwood and the Grim Reaper are great fun ... just wanted to tell you that.
Danny: whiat?
Dr. Headphones: ah yes, jughead. with the funny little hat. it's all coming back to me.....
Bunnyboy: lo Dud
C. Simril: she's got jugs you could watch Head from
Dexter Fong: I hear Charles
Dr. Headphones: hey, charlie ;)
Bubba's Brain: Recreation! Recreation!
Bambi: hi Charles
Charles Foster Dudley: Well met All!
Stephen Foster Kane: i'm all for this gay marriage thing. let it get mainstream for a few years, and the donkey and I will be able to help take things to the next level
C. Simril: have another oiled beer, dud
Dexter Fong: Klok: Planning to Burro from within?
Danny: and me and my arrr ewe
Merlyn: only if it's that talking mule
Stephen Foster Kane: laugh while you can, monkey boy
C. Simril: you'll need lots of oil, and beer
C. Simril: mares eat oats
Stephen Foster Kane: a boy and his donkey
Dr. Headphones: donkey? i like the dems better than the repubs, but you won't catch ME with a donkey in bed!
Charles Foster Dudley: Sounds good C. with this hot pig nut oil sandwhich.
Bunnyboy: And Bowel Oil, Chairman!
Dexter Fong: MOnkey boy grow up to be Gorilla Fighter
C. Simril: an ellison and his ego
Stephen Foster Kane: donkeys don't really like horses, think they're incredibly dumb, but not above a roll in the hay with one
Dexter Fong: Ken: Got early warning system
Dr. Headphones: i might let an elephant sniff me, if you know what i mean (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
Charles Foster Dudley: Oh yeah then "Who won second world war if you so smart?
Bunnyboy: Ellison? What's up with the tiny terror?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:58 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Billville."
Stephen Foster Kane: ken, they don't really like beds
Dexter Fong: Hi E!
C. Simril: i used to get his newsletter but it seems to expired, or perhaps he has
Elayne: Evenin' all.
C. Simril: hi el
Bunnyboy: lo El!
Bubba's Brain: Hey, E!
Charles Foster Dudley: Evenin' Eve
Bunnyboy: cat: Lemme see...
Dr. Headphones: hi, el
Stephen Foster Kane: hello Elayne
Elayne: So, anyone up for a party?
Dr. Headphones: libertarian or green?
Elayne: I'm thinking maybe April 10?
Danny: oo coo kachooo
C. Simril: we said ellison and elayne shows up. coincidence?
Dexter Fong: Tupperware
Elayne: It'd be a working party, though...
Dr. Headphones: is that passover?
Elayne: Actually, Cat, people have seen Ellison and me in the same place at the same time, so there goes that theory. :)
Elayne: Oh wait, maybe it is...
Dexter Fong: Is that Maundy Thursday?
Elayne: Good point, Dr. H
Dr. Headphones: danny: tonight's secret word was "ob lah dee", sorry, you lose
Elayne: Okay, the 17th then perhaps.
Danny: pass the kosher coke
Elayne: When's Easter?
C. Simril: he lives near my parents, if you wanna call that a living
Dr. Headphones: not that i'm jewish
Dexter Fong: OI
Elayne: Yeah, Easter's April 11. Best make it the 17th then.
Charles Foster Dudley: Oy Vey!
Bambi me fading again
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dr. Headphones: good, then we won't have to wear our new bonnets
Bunnyboy: Goodly gosh! www.harlanellison.com hasn't been updated in about 6 months! Let's hunt a little further...
Charles Foster Dudley: Never fixed that clock eh?
Bambi: well, those types of statements don't change your status lol
Elayne: Oh I'm sorry, Dr. H, I'll be insisting on bonnets. But you don't have to wear them on your head.
Bambi: but that kind does ;)
Dexter Fong: I'm having sex with my bonnet right now
Danny: with all the pickle stains I would wear the old one
Dr. Headphones: e: with a head like mine i have to wear SOMETHING!
Elayne: Well Dr H, if it's the only way to get a head...
C. Simril: Dr. Winky, you old Dinque
Dexter Fong: Just call me Onan
Stephen Foster Kane: aluminum foil deflector beanie, Ken? got one for all your animals, too (they can control you by taking over a pet)?
Bubba's Brain: Is it a jumping beanie?
Dr. Headphones: i loved that rodgers and hammerstein song: "o-o-o-o-o-nan-ism, where the hand goes blazing up and down....."
||||||||| Catherwood leads Tweeny inside, makes a note of the time (10:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dr. Headphones: hi tweeny
Bunnyboy: Never mind. Found a response on Harlan's site, from the man himself, dated 3-25-04.
Tweeny: Welcome to new espain!
Dexter Fong: Ken: Must be the second verse..don't know that one
C. Simril: tweeny
Bunnyboy: lo tweeny
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, how's retirement
Dr. Headphones: dex: from the off, off, off, off broadway version
Stephen Foster Kane: Bubba: http://zapatopi.net/afdb.html
Dexter Fong: Ken: Really got off, eh?
Tweeny: Any word on if the guys are going to do something like NPR or XM radio?
Danny: takes his cues and goes home...
Dr. Headphones: heh heh, dex ;) that one made me smile
Stephen Foster Kane: hi tweeny
Danny: got to go... will be listening....
Dexter Fong: Walk a mile in another man's cues
Dr. Headphones: danny: don't take just the cues, take the rack and the balls too
Stephen Foster Kane: nite danny
||||||||| Danny departs at 10:06 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bambi: hi Tweeny
Elayne: Bye Danny!
Charles Foster Dudley: Ta ta Dan
Dexter Fong: Night Danny
C. Simril: danny
Bambi: hi Elyane
Tweeny: Darn shame they lost the XM gig.
Bambi: Elayne even ...sheesh can't type
C. Simril: sonunds like something doc would do
Elayne waves a belated hello to Tweeny.
Bambi: by Danny
Elayne: Hey Bambi!@
Bubba's Brain: The pipes, the pipes were calling him....
Dr. Headphones: they should get a recurring role on airamericaradio.com with "the o'franken factor"
Elayne is very tired tonight... don't know how much longer she can last...
Elayne: Oh, Franken!
Elayne: He's on The Daily Show tonight.
Bambi: how's it going ... enjoying the nostalgia on Skybird? ;)
C. Simril: forward, into the passed on
Charles Foster Dudley: My pipes been calling me all day long ...
Tweeny: Live on Broadway is the best thing Williams has done in many moons...
Elayne: I have to at least try to struggle to stay awake till then.
Bunnyboy: Time to feed a family. A non-traditional, non-procreating family. *sigh*
C. Simril: franken on daily show?
Elayne: Bye Bunnyboy!
C. Simril: doenst his show start next week?
Bunnyboy: nite, yez
Tweeny: Looking forward very much to Air America.
Dr. Headphones: bye, bunny, enjoy
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Elayne: I think so, Cat. Either the 30th or 31st, can't remember which.
Dr. Headphones: cat: march 31
Bambi: I hear ya Elayne ... me too ... we didn't get home till nearly 9pm tonight from appts today
C. Simril: off you feed, bunny
Stephen Foster Kane: nite bun
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:08 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dr. Headphones: i still haven't found out if they will be webcasting. anyone know?
Bubba's Brain wears an XM sized shirt (extra medium)
Bambi: night Bunny
Elayne: What possessed them to name the network after a CIA airline? :)
Charles Foster Dudley: If he any kin to Bob Bunny?
Dr. Headphones: e: i had the same thought exactly
C. Simril: irony, i think, el
Dr. Headphones: and coppery, too
C. Simril: bob's dad, i think, dud
Dexter Fong: Charles: OFten wondered about that
Tweeny: Just wondered. Happy trails all. If you lived here, you'd be home by now...
Elayne: Irony is overrated and badly used nowadays.
||||||||| Tweeny runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Tweeny?! It's 10:09 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dr. Headphones: tweeny: you live at shadow valley condoms?
C. Simril: tweeny here only for a teeny time?
Dexter Fong: Tweeny has retired
Charles Foster Dudley: Did he just go Pop or sumthin'?
C. Simril: and other quicksilver messenger service albums
Bambi: nite Tweeny
Stephen Foster Kane: Tweeny has left the building
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hal - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dr. Headphones: cat: somewhere in my basement i have at least one quicksilver album
Bubba's Brain: I tawt I saw a Tweeny, Cat.
Charles Foster Dudley: Quicksilver Message Service worse band I ever saw!
Dexter Fong: Were'nt they on Mercury Records
Charles Foster Dudley: Just a blow up government man ...
Dr. Headphones: cfd: never saw them myself, and i think the album was given to me, not even sure if i've listened to it
Dexter Fong: Just blow up a govt man
Stephen Foster Kane: LOL Bubba
Charles Foster Dudley: THey were on the Mercury/Tuna label?
Dr. Headphones: remember: chicken of the sea is NOT really chicken
Elayne: No, I'm not lasting. Sorry folks. I'll try to make it next week... isn't that April 1?
Dexter Fong: ..and a blow fish really doesn't
Bubba's Brain: Oh, damn, there goes my chicken salad.
Charles Foster Dudley: Oh yeah Dr. H if you so smart who said, "Stay in your seat while I eat your Winebego."
Bubba's Brain: Foogu!
Dr. Headphones: e: no calendar here, will be present regardless of the number of the day
Stephen Foster Kane: have a good evening, Elayne!
Dr. Headphones: charles nelson dudley?
Dexter Fong: Night E!
Bubba's Brain: Nite E.
Charles Foster Dudley: Later E!
Dexter Fong: CFD: who *did* say that
Charles Foster Dudley: Yes very good but who said it originally?
C. Simril: did e go?
Dexter Fong: Yes
Dexter Fong: or Guess Who
Stephen Foster Kane: steve allen?
C. Simril: was she organizing a party in nyc?
Stephen Foster Kane: or Dave Garroway?
||||||||| Elayne runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:14 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
C. Simril: she's come undun
Charles Foster Dudley: The Congaroo if memory serves ...?
Dexter Fong: Cat: She and Robin are moving..think she wants extree hands to help
Dr. Headphones: dave carraway now owns a deli
C. Simril: i should listen to BDB again
Bambi: nite Elayne!
Dexter Fong: Thank CFD, sounds like something Cong would say =)
C. Simril: oh i see, dex. good for them
Bubba's Brain: It's a seedy place, Dr H.
Dexter Fong: but it's on the main stem
C. Simril: the seeds? i vaguely remember them
Bambi: how's your computer doing Ken? working well after the transplant?
Dr. Headphones: i just finished a 5-pack of "everything" bagels with carraway seeds this afternoon
Charles Foster Dudley: The warden says hes tired of my coffee ...
Dr. Headphones: bambi: seems to be, i haven't yet looked at clem's reply to my last question, been doing windows stuff for a few days. editing audio, etc.
Dexter Fong: CFD: He's tired of everybodies coffee
Bubba's Brain: Care away... care away...
Stephen Foster Kane: FST does The Shawshank Redemption...
Bambi: glad to hear it Ken :)
Dr. Headphones: i took my collection of 15-20 old national lampoon radio shows on 30 year old cassettes and finally digitized them to my hard drive
Dexter Fong goes insearch of a refill
Bambi: glad working well for yu
C. Simril: good for you, kend
Stephen Foster Kane: now, Ken, install Lindows...
Dr. Headphones: including the stray ignition noise as cars drove by, lightning crashes, multipath distortion, etc.
Dr. Headphones: klok: fat chance of that!
C. Simril: i am scouring my immense library of stuff for sounds/images to blend into dvds these days. will take me a decade at least
Charles Foster Dudley: Wow Dr. I had a similar collection my ex-wife threw away
Bambi: that is a very special trick that not many know can be done and you have to do it delicately or you hurt the spell ... clem's about the only person I would trust to do it, personally.
Stephen Foster Kane: sheesh, she threw away all the good stuff ;-)
Dr. Headphones: cfd: you want these? free for the downloading!
C. Simril: coming, mother
Charles Foster Dudley: SAtop calling me Fred my names Adolf
Dr. Headphones: shoot me an email kendeb52 at yahoo dot com and i'll pass along the secret words to the magic spell
Charles Foster Dudley: No doubt Dr. where and when?
Bambi great fun ... I love the FST classics
Charles Foster Dudley: Mega Kewl Dr.
Dexter Fong is refilled
Dr. Headphones: i have an illegal server running on my cable modem account
C. Simril: the firesign classics are as classic as anything is gonna get
Dr. Headphones: when you get the info, feel free to steal anything there you want
Bambi: very true Cat lol
Bubba's Brain: Illegal server -- they outlawed slavery 140 years ago!
C. Simril: that's all my dog thinks about: picking up things.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:20 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Comrade Mr Yamamoto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Agh
C. Simril: good thing he hasn't decided to pick up ME (he's the size of a bear)
Dexter Fong: OI
Charles Foster Dudley: I certainly will, they'll all join my exquisit collection ...
Dr. Headphones: hey bambi, the only complaint i have about the changeover clem did is that my desktop showed up as public afterwards, was visible on server page, had my private email address book sitting on it. haven't checked my cheeselogs to see if anyone took that or not
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu going public?
Dr. Headphones: dex: no, still semi (or more) private
Charles Foster Dudley: What is reality?
Dr. Headphones: cfd: this is "no philosophical questions" night. you will have to withdraw that one
C. Simril: whatever we perceive it to be, dud
Stephen Foster Kane: give me a place to stand and I will chown the world...
Dexter Fong: Reality is a hole in the ground, 6x3x3
Charles Foster Dudley: Then how about Why is there air?
Dr. Headphones: so the clouds have something to float in?
Dexter Fong: CFD: THe answer is highly techinical and dangerous
Stephen Foster Kane: you got GPS coordinates for that, Dex?
Charles Foster Dudley: Dex and JFK comes back with a new diet ...
Dr. Headphones: otherwise all we would see is fog
C. Simril: cuz we cant breathe ether?
Bubba's Brain: To fill volleyballs
Dexter Fong: CFD: North by north west is the best I can do
Bambi: did you adjust your permissions?
C. Simril: shoes for industry is a line i want to use in a flick i want to make in japan
Charles Foster Dudley: Thats right Bubba any Phys Ed coach knows that!
Dr. Headphones: yes, bambi, i learned how to do that :)
C. Simril: there's a shoe store in the town we lived in called Bon shoes. bon also means The Dead in japanese
Dexter Fong: Ken: Did you get permission to adjust your permissions
Dr. Headphones: you can't see it now there, but if you type it in, it does tell you "you don't have permission to view that folder"
Stephen Foster Kane still asks his mother first
Bambi: glad to hear that
Charles Foster Dudley: But Dex the last time I tried that I ended up in the Frank Lloyd Wright house ...
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: What condition is your permission in?
C. Simril: you aint got no friends on your Wright
Dexter Fong: Is there a better place to be, CFD
Bambi: glad to hear that
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Here comes a favourite
Dr. Headphones: i first tried to edit /etc/httpd/conf/conf.d or something like that, then remembered there was an EASY way to do it :)
Bubba's Brain: So long, Frank Lloyd Wright....
Charles Foster Dudley: Just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in ...
Bambi: you are behind a firewall right?
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: "The Hawaiian Hallucination somg
C. Simril: bite, bite, miss american wright
||||||||| Woody One sneaks in around 10:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong sings "Giant Bubbles"
Dr. Headphones: yes, firewall consists of 2 routers. i turned off the dmz that i turned on for clem, also closed back the port he used
Stephen Foster Kane: Dex: better place is here: http://www.zigguratbandb.com/
Bambi: of course you should be the only one to be able to read our particular home dirs
C. Simril: woody two, woody 3...
Woody One: Hoyay hoyay hoyay
Bambi: good glad to hear that
Bubba's Brain: Bubbles == little Bubbas
Dexter Fong: Heloooo Woodrow
Dr. Headphones: woody hath arrived, rejoice through the land
C. Simril: on nooker strreet it's Yay ho's all the time
Woody One: Hey folks. How yall doin'?
Bambi: public in that sense...would not have been assessible to the world outside your local network.
Stephen Foster Kane: wow, which came first, this bit or the Peter Rowan song?
Charles Foster Dudley: Put a towel over it, make it do pushups ..
Woody One: That's funny, Doc.
Bambi: if permissions changed to be read only by you, then won't be visible to anyone but you.
Stephen Foster Kane: hello woody
Bambi: (and root of course)
Dr. Headphones: i have only a few ports open, and i know what they are all for. i *think* i'm pretty safe
Bambi: hi Woody
Woody One: Isn't it wonderful keering through the jungle.
Bambi: yep sounds like it Ken :)
Woody One: Not to be confused with Woodrow Stool.
Dexter Fong: SFK: Thanks for the link..I've been to the oregon coast but never saw it
Charles Foster Dudley: Where's the dead cat?
Dexter Fong: The dog's ate it
Woody One: It's in the soap.
Charles Foster Dudley: BUt theres soap in the soap dish ...
Stephen Foster Kane: there are others in Iraq, if you're going to the east coast of the US anytime soon
C. Simril: i thought it was soup
Dr. Headphones: Forbidden
Dr. Headphones:
Dr. Headphones: You don't have permission to access /Desktop/ on this server.
Dr. Headphones: Apache/2.0.40 Server at 192.168.1.101 Port 800
Woody One: Yes dear. There's a whole dead cat in every bar of
C. Simril: they seem to kill me regularly tonight here, but i'm not dead yet
Dexter Fong: SFK: THey're still standing?
Charles Foster Dudley: Pass trhe lord and praise the ammo ..
Woody One: Dead Cat Soap.
Charles Foster Dudley: Ooohhhhhhhh ..
Woody One: The Veteran's Tapdance Admin.
Dr. Headphones: uh, merl, i don't know how to switch back from "multi line input"
Stephen Foster Kane: the first 30-40 feet, anyway, Dex. Someplace out of the sand flies -- you know what those are like
Dexter Fong: There's a whole bar of Dead Cat Soap in every can of Dead dog Dogfood
Charles Foster Dudley: Been there and done that Woody!
Bambi: there ya go Ken ... sounds safe to me lol
Dr. Headphones: ah, found it. the reverse of what i did before
Woody One: I'll be light black.
Dr. Headphones: woody: you must mean gray
C. Simril: speaking of aboriginal amatuers, did anyone hear ATC this afternoon?
Stephen Foster Kane: not me, Cat
Dr. Headphones: cat: some of it, but not sure of what you speak
Charles Foster Dudley: Shades of grey ...
Bambi: there really shouldn't be any dirs available to apache that haven't been short cutted to the http document directory in /var/www/html
C. Simril: a semgent by Tom Carey on Pochohantus, the Neal Young song
Dr. Headphones: and, it's pledge drive time here, so they cut the good stuff and ask for money
Stephen Foster Kane: never heard it, Cat
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: This computer has accquired a new habit, switching pages at will
Bambi: isn't that a sick way to ask for money Ken?
Woody One: I'm black. Went to get a brew.
Bubba's Brain has a delayed reaction to an earlier joke while thinking about automotive pollution testing, and starts singing: "wonder what condition my emission is in...."
C. Simril: tom was my best friend in elementary school. he told a story about singing that song to his dead who played an indian kiler in many flicks, the old john ford classics
Stephen Foster Kane: of course, our radio, unlike CA and NZ's, not forced to play national music all day...
Dr. Headphones: bambi: i changed that in config file to read: /home and store nothing there i don't want others to see. or so i thought originally....
Woody One: Back.
C. Simril: it must be on their website. havent seen tom since the 60s, amazing to hear him on my downstairs computer when i'm eating dinner upstairs
Woody One: Anybody see Neil on Conan? LOL
Charles Foster Dudley: 8 miles out of Menphis and I got no spare 8 miles straight up downtown somewhere ...
Dr. Headphones: NO x
C. Simril: his dad, i guess still not dead, but he killed a lot of indians on screen
Bubba's Brain: /home /home on the drive, where the /dev and the /bin do play....
Dr. Headphones: hey, the bracket sub thing works here!
Stephen Foster Kane: you listen to NPR on your computer? oh, right, CA stations can only play canadian content
Dexter Fong Brackets sub with depth charges
Dr. Headphones: woody: i'm not a fan of neil young per se, but he writes some good stuff
Charles Foster Dudley: Yeah Woody I did ...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:35 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dr. Headphones: ah, clem!
Stephen Foster Kane: wb clem
C. Simril: his grandfather was famous silent movie star Harry Carrey; so famous that when ww2 started, his name became the preferrerd pronunciation to beverly yakamoto's Hara Kiri, or ritual suicide
Dexter Fong Spots oil slick and various secret papers
ah,clem: tks
Woody One: Neil related a chicken coop to the boundaries of conservative and liberal politics. It was funny. Said the liberals wandered outside and got eaten by wolves.
Bubba's Brain: Hi, uh, clem!
Stephen Foster Kane: theatrical family, eh?
Charles Foster Dudley: Ah Clem!
ah,clem: hey Bub
Bambi: wb clem :)
Dr. Headphones: so now that i know that works, let's try superman
Dexter Fong: Clem: Did you see my parting -your parting, actually- remarks when you checked out before?
Stephen Foster Kane: Woody - but they're coming back as ghost dancers, for sure!
ah,clem: oh, Bambi, I never left...
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Oi Clem
Dr. Headphones: nope, super doesn't work but sub did
C. Simril: i checked that motion picture data base or whatever its called and noticed that tom has continued to make flicks. 3rd generation in his family
Dr. Headphones: super man
Charles Foster Dudley: SFK was that Goat Dancers?
Dr. Headphones: not even with space
Dexter Fong thought he destroyed sub with depth charges
Bambi: LOL
Woody One: Ghost danceres?
Dr. Headphones: sub man
ah,clem: Oi Yammy
Bubba's Brain: super!
Stephen Foster Kane: nope. wounded knee
C. Simril: gost or ghost?
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu're Uber
C. Simril: ubu
Dr. Headphones: ubermensch?
Charles Foster Dudley: The Grateful Dogs?
Dexter Fong: Pere?
Stephen Foster Kane: ghost
Stephen Foster Kane: except in German
Dexter Fong: Eat faschist pigs flaming media death
C. Simril: Germ Women?
Woody One: I think "Just Folks" is one of the funniest FTs.
Dr. Headphones: ah, it's sup not super
C. Simril: its pretty much straight from their radio show, just like dear friends, woody. they were always superb on radio
Bubba's Brain: You mean super?
Charles Foster Dudley: This is worker speaking ...
Woody One: The part about the 13 year old dating the "guy who works the pumps."
C. Simril: indeed
Bambi better watch it ...Ken's thoroughly dangerous now he knows the bracket things work lol
Dexter Fong: You mean Philip "66"?
Bubba's Brain: Sup's on!
Woody One: My favorite brand.
C. Simril: the problem with this anthology is i prefer the whole albums
Dr. Headphones: i'll get bold and tell you not to worry
Dexter Fong tries the [bracket] thing
Charles Foster Dudley: (brackets)?
C. Simril: king philip come out for goodness sake, start a war
Charles Foster Dudley:
Dr. Headphones: angle brackets, capitalized . and , as in HTML
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah...guess it was attempt to attract listeners
Woody One: We're afraid to smoke in the house, which is driving us crazy. Are we wrong, Doctor?
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Have you got King Philip in a can?
Bambi: [bold]wow! that works nicely[/bold]
Dexter Fong: Wrong isn't exactly right
Dr. Headphones: doctor says: smoke 'em if you've got 'em :)
Merlyn: angle brackets like < >
Stephen Foster Kane: LOL
C. Simril: he's constipated
Charles Foster Dudley: I have Prince Phillip in my latest book!
Bambi: (bold) that didn't work nicely at all (/bold)
Dexter Fong man
Woody One: The quote: "Wrong isn't exact;y right."
Stephen Foster Kane: he has a casino, too?
Bambi: hmmmm
Dr. Headphones: bambi > and <
C. Simril: and he wants to be in camillla's tampon, so that makes your book.....
Bambi: well, it doesn't work quite the same lol
Bambi: ah, ok
Dr. Headphones: ewww, that's one of the last places i'd ever want to be
ah,clem: Depuity Dan!
Dexter Fong:
Charles Foster Dudley: No my Prince Phillip or the Red King circa 1677
Bambi: ok, so this is bold like in webpages not forums lol
Stephen Foster Kane: he's dead now
Woody One: I've got a recipe for anyone that's interested.
Dr. Headphones: yep, merlyn is our resident HTML "wizard"
Bubba's Brain: Tamp on.... Tamp off.... Tamp on, tamp off -- The Tamper!
Stephen Foster Kane: but lives on at the Narragansett Smoke Shop in Charlestown, RI...
Merlyn: hey clem, you should have skybird radio plug the chat URL when you play the show on thursday night
Charles Foster Dudley: Metcom = Prince Phillip
Dexter Fong: Don't be pampered, get the Tamper
Bambi: >bold<
C. Simril: just read an artilce on cursor.org about king philip's war, is how that evolved
ah,clem: don't follow the balls when they make the street.
Stephen Foster Kane: lots of Metacomet Roads around here
Dr. Headphones: i lived in tamper, florida for several years
Bambi: well that doesn't work either lol
Dr. Headphones: klok: any named kahoutek?
C. Simril: but you tamped out?
Bambi: I am doing it wrong lol
Stephen Foster Kane: nope
Charles Foster Dudley: The Red KIngs Horror http://horror.uncle-ernie.com ...
Dr. Headphones: oh the horror! oh the humanity!
C. Simril: proc/berg have a funny parody of the comet jingle, about kahoutek on their tv verson of their appearence on a michigan radio station 30 years ago
Stephen Foster Kane: it was actually started by an English guy, a real piece of work
Dr. Headphones: some kahoutek references in at least one of those nat lamp shows i recorded
Merlyn: that'd be a good name for an electronics store: Kahou Tech
Dexter Fong:
C. Simril: comets were started by an english guy? the french must be pissed
Stephen Foster Kane: The history I read, from the Hartford Courant said that one thing everybody, white and English, agreed, that this guy was better off dead
Dr. Headphones: merl: buy that domain NOW!
C. Simril: probly means something mean in eskimo, merl
Charles Foster Dudley: The only Nat Lamp I've got is Radio Dinner
Merlyn: "All your cometary needs"
Dexter Fong: Comets were built by Canadiands, poor copy of the Mercury automobile
Stephen Foster Kane: no, King Phillip's War, Cat
C. Simril: yes, klok
Woody One: ADOBO: 2lbs. Chicken, beef roast/cubed, or pork roast/cubed, chopped garlic, 3 tspns.-vinegar, 2 tspns soy, 2 large onions, sliced. Cook together, 1st 10 mins. Med High, turn to medium low. Rotate, stir meat ever 20 mins. Cook for 1 1/2-2hrs. Delish.
C. Simril: just like a firesign bit:: nothing but dead indians. just like the Tom Carey piece about Pochohantus today
Charles Foster Dudley: I'm not surprized he burn 90% of the town in New England to the ground didn't like Puritans mush don't blame him ...
Stephen Foster Kane: actually, Josh Marshall was doing a dissertation on that time and has some interesting follow-up to the fate of some of the survivors, who ended up in Morocco; years later they petitioned the US to let them return
Merlyn: it's a bird, it's a comet, it's a BUS! http://www.kohoutek.com/
C. Simril: sounds great, woody
Dr. Headphones: woody: i thought adobo was some sort of peppery condiment
Woody One: Filipino dish.
C. Simril: much adobo about nothing.
C. Simril: much adobe about roofing
Woody One: Copy it. Quick.
Dexter Fong: Ken: Adobo is a Caribean (Peurto Rican, mostly) spice mixture
C. Simril: does he say Moto detective?
Dexter Fong: Mojo Dectective
Bambi: ok, now bolded text and italic text, and red text too :)
Dr. Headphones: bambi: YOU DID IT!
Dexter Fong: SHow off =))
Stephen Foster Kane: charles: http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/week_2003_02_02.php#000630
Merlyn: howard dean was a political kohoutek
Charles Foster Dudley: Motor Detective
ah,clem: (Bambi never gives up onformatting)
Woody One: Take care folks. Just got a new job. Want to be awake tomorrow. Night.
C. Simril: will be a good cleanser, though?
Dr. Headphones: have fun, woody
Dexter Fong: Night Woody
C. Simril: by wood
C. Simril: sell paper
||||||||| Woody One says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Woody One exits at 10:51 PM.
Bubba's Brain: Congrats, Woody.
Bambi: yep :)
Charles Foster Dudley: Time to get back and finsih my advertising
Merlyn: warning: new reaper released
ah,clem: night Woody
Bambi: very true, clem lol
Bubba's Brain: Selling papers agian, Cat?
C. Simril: old one was bad enough
Dexter Fong refreshes in fear
Merlyn: it'll be like one of them Friday the 13th movies
C. Simril: not even mags this time, bub
Charles Foster Dudley: Keep'em Flying ...http://issuesandalibis.org
Stephen Foster Kane: charles: link is gone, but here's the blurb on Morocco: http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/week_2003_06_01.php#001164
Bubba's Brain: Ask not for whom the reaper reaps, it reaps for thee.
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: Rolling papers?
ah,clem: I only have this pipe...
Dexter Fong: Night CFD
Merlyn: hey, should I modify the code so if the date rolls over to friday the 13th, the reaper just kills everybody?
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, CFD
Comrade Mr Yamamoto: hello goodbye
Stephen Foster Kane: nite cfd, indeed
C. Simril: cfd
Merlyn: nite
Dexter Fong Thinks maybe Merlyn has let his pwer go to his head
Stephen Foster Kane: yeah, that sounds like fun, Merlyn, just like the old DalNET daze! ;-)
Bambi: nite CFD
C. Simril: uncle ernie
Dexter Fong Hastily adds, not that that's a bad thing
Bubba's Brain: Can you simulate net splits, Merl?
Stephen Foster Kane: what is this bit from? (on Skybird)
Dexter Fong: lol bubba
C. Simril: aunt ernestine
Merlyn: nah, it just removes your name and you get kicked out to the start screen
ah,clem: playing long form Shoes for Industry,
Dexter Fong: KLok: It's on Not Insane..original source is maybe DF, Let's Eat
ah,clem: should run through the durration
C. Simril: like Shaq's shoes?
Dr. Headphones: ah, i forgot skybird tonight :(
Bubba's Brain: Was reading earlier about data encoded on vinyl --- LP-ROMs http://www.kempa.com/blog/archives/000053.html
Dexter Fong: Klok: It's on Not Insane
ah,clem: bozo shoes
Dexter Fong: Hmm
Stephen Foster Kane: long form? is that the CD or some fan thing?
C. Simril: there's a ringing in my shoes
Dr. Headphones: ah, just in time for "toad away"
Bambi: inflatable shoes
C. Simril: maybe it'll make my feet invisible
ah,clem: false toad,
Stephen Foster Kane: OK, Not Insane, then. Not in the long form Dear Friends?
||||||||| "10:56 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
ah,clem: much more to come
Bambi: a fake toad lol
C. Simril: the giant toad supermarket, meets king philip
||||||||| 10:56 PM: Chastised FOng jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Chastised FOng: Odd
Bambi: wb Dex
ah,clem: wb
Merlyn: something odd, fong?
||||||||| Around 10:57 PM, Bubba's Brain walks off into the sunset...
Merlyn: fodd, ong?
Chastised FOng: Page stopped scrolling with new text
||||||||| Comrade Mr Yamamoto leaves at 10:57 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dr. Headphones: dex: mine did too, so i hit reload and it works now
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:58 PM and late as usual, it's Sunshine < sup>Super< , just back from Billville."
Chastised FOng: Figured Merlyn was exercising his powers over us, due to my cheeky comment
Sunshine < sup>Super< : Damn
||||||||| At 10:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Sunshine < sup>Super< !" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:58 PM and late as usual, it's Bubba's Brain, just back from Billville."
C. Simril: superman or green lantern aint got nothing on me
Stephen Foster Kane: toot, toot, tootsie goodbye!
Bubba's Brain: ya don't tug on... oh never mind.
Merlyn: have people been leaving of their own free will? Or are you all calvinists?
C. Simril: hobbsians?
Chastised FOng: Well, time to relocate my car to a seemingly abandoned whore hou...er, uh warehouse
Dr. Headphones: i'm a hobbesian
Bubba's Brain: Free Will! Free Will!
Dr. Headphones: damn, cat, you got there first
Bambi: well, looks like the Reaper is having his laughing lol
Merlyn: can't use funny code in names
Chastised FOng: May catch you all later
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Charles Foster Dudley - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: hob goblins aplenty
C. Simril: ok, fong, catch your font later
Dr. Headphones: i have a head code....
Bubba's Brain: Juct checking... and saving.
Bubba's Brain: just
Merlyn: you always were a loaner
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
C. Simril: Pilot down? Old, man
Bubba's Brain groans.
ah,clem: excrepts from the Giant Rat now, on Shoes...
C. Simril: isnt everybody up from nairobi?
Stephen Foster Kane: not yet
Bambi: any english school boy could catch it
C. Simril: doesnt anyone else here think it odd to hear parts of firesign albums combined with other private parts?
ah,clem: the Rat Cheese again
Dr. Headphones: my private parts have NEVER heard firesign
Bambi: hmmm, now that's a picture Cat lol
C. Simril: it does make it easier to do this particular thing than just pay attention to their plays
Dr. Headphones: except for the helmet head ;)
Merlyn: I thought private parts was under general rumpshaking
ah,clem: lower your Phones.
Bubba's Brain: c..c..coming mother!
C. Simril: is that rummy thing on at 8?
Dr. Headphones: cat: if you get abc, i'd almost bet they have it on nightline at 1135
C. Simril: hideous leonard cohen song on cbc great science show now.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Sal Lubrious inside, makes a note of the time (11:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Stephen Foster Kane: looking forward to it, then; I missed the nooze
Stephen Foster Kane: hey sal
Bambi: Hi Sal Lubrious
C. Simril: yes i get abc, cbs, nbc and 2 pbs networks but most others are canuck
Sal Lubrious: eh, what then
C. Simril: Luby!
Dr. Headphones: hi, sal
Dr. Headphones: i know your cousin, sal hepatica
C. Simril: and speaking of massages.....
Sal Lubrious: i only know Sal Lacious
C. Simril: aha, there it is.
Bambi: Ken, at least your Phones aren't cell phones LOL
Dr. Headphones: bambi: might cause cancer in the nether head....
Bambi: lol
Dr. Headphones: i need a bear whiz!
Bambi: lacious is that what they use on sports shoes to keep them on your feet?
Sal Lubrious: i vacationed on nether head, in the nether regions, isn't it?
C. Simril: those sneaky little yellow stains
Dr. Headphones: i have internet friend in netherlands ;)
Stephen Foster Kane: wellllll, it's almost clock-vertical time, so klok is gonna move on to the news and a bear whiz hisself
Sal Lubrious: with a 999 phone exchange?
Dr. Headphones: but he went to australia for 6 wk vacation (they get a LOT more of that in europe than we do!)
ah,clem Sends an Ice cold bear wizz to Ken
Dr. Headphones: see ya, klok
C. Simril: klok
Bubba's Brain: nite klok
Bambi: yeah, I don't think there are any Internet capable devices in Never Never Land
Stephen Foster Kane: yep. night everyone
Dr. Headphones: nice, clem, hits the spot
Stephen Foster Kane: see Argon Zark, Bambi
Bambi: night Klok
||||||||| Stephen Foster Kane is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:09 PM.
Merlyn: somebody close the window
Bambi: defenestrated ... hmmm, that's a new one lol
Sal Lubrious: oh my, that's unfortunate.
Bambi: Merlyn ... you have been upgrading Catherwood and the Grim Reaper!
Dr. Headphones: bob heinz? first husband of teresa heinz kerry?
C. Simril: you a firesign fan, sal?
Merlyn: I add stuff
Sal Lubrious: i'm listening as we speak, err, type
C. Simril: this rummy thing looks like disneyesque spin in favour of bush. like all the plastic bushes in disneyslands
Bambi: Catherwood and Grim Reaper 3.01 ;)
Bubba's Brain: Plastic Bushes... hmmm....
Dr. Headphones: clem: remember that tape repair i asked you about? well, i found a small screwdriver and was careful and didn't spill the tape (!) and fixed it myself. another talent i can add to my résumé
C. Simril: Muffy Merkin, at your cervix
ah,clem: cool Ken
Bambi: way to go Ken :)
Dr. Headphones: i fixed one, played it, other damned end was loose too! lucky i recorded the first side first time i played it :)
Bambi: I don't try that one ... I leave it to clem lol
Dr. Headphones: i had to keep the cats away while it was open and 5 little screws lying on the table
ah,clem: although if the same happens to a video tape, you might want to send it in, those a littl trickier
C. Simril: if i had to keep the cats away, where would i go?
Bubba's Brain thinks something about keeping cats away while screwing 5 times, but doesn't say it out loud.
Dr. Headphones: lol, cat!
Merlyn: the catskills?
ah,clem: good call Bub
Dr. Headphones: ba da boom (rim shot)
C. Simril: did you see the minneapolis joke i sent you, merl?
C. Simril: spekaing of screwing cats....
Merlyn: I think so...hold on
ah,clem: no we were not
Dr. Headphones: speaking of screwing cats, days away here from having yet another little of kitties running around
Merlyn: yes, the mice in the bar
Bambi: Dex ... you are fading fast
C. Simril: did any of you see what i posted to alt.firesign last week that i referred to last week, a kind of joke relative to the origin of Dwarf
Dr. Headphones: litter, not little
||||||||| Outside, the 11:16 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Reaper bait coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Reaper bait: Just Merlyn here, a dummy entry to test the reaper...
C. Simril: i sent it to proctor. i wonder if it will turn up in his planet
Dr. Headphones: reaper bait? don't tell me you're a master, too :)
Sal Lubrious: poor guy
Bambi: little litter would probably be nice ken ...probably subliminal thinking lol
Bubba's Brain: How old are you, Reaper bait?
C. Simril: the cat woman told us not to use clumping litter. not good for kittens
Dr. Headphones: she had a six pack last time, still got two of them running around here
Merlyn: he's got 2.5 minutes left to live
||||||||| Outside, the 11:17 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving CFD coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bubba's Brain: dying so young....
C. Simril: they come, they go
Dr. Headphones: mister cfd has returned?
Bubba's Brain: and always too soon.
C. Simril: dud? bud? cud?
C. Simril: end of film sounds like one of the "educational" films now on dvd
Sal Lubrious: they get off the bus, but where do they go?
||||||||| "Hey CFD!" ... CFD turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:19 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Merlyn: ten seconds
Dr. Headphones: bozoland, between sea world and disneyland
Bubba's Brain: tick tick tick
Dr. Headphones: flea flea flea
Bubba's Brain hums the theme from Jeopardy...
Sal Lubrious: this nick will self-destruct in...
Merlyn: hmm, I think my having the same IP may have saved it
Merlyn: oh well
Bubba's Brain: microbe on the wing of... microbe on the wing of... microbe on the wing of...
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Reaper bait at 11:21 PM
Dr. Headphones: first degree murder!
Bubba's Brain: Moideror!
Bambi: well, I guess Reaper bait didn't Beat the Reaper lol
Merlyn: but there's six degrees of separation between me & him
||||||||| Catherwood leads GrandTrineinFire inside, makes a note of the time (11:22 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Outside, the 11:22 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dave coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dave: just here for a bit, got a cold so just wanted to say "hi" and sneeze all over you guys
Bubba's Brain: Hey Dave. Hal was here earlier.
Sal Lubrious: maybe they'll find the door
Dr. Headphones: GTF and dave, welcome
Merlyn: hey dave
Bambi: hi GTF and Dave
C. Simril: cat eating. be back soon
Merlyn: the reaper is kinda new, he might kill off people when he shouldn't
Sal Lubrious: didn't he read the manual?
Bubba's Brain: Kinda like "Heaven Can Wait", eh?
Bambi: well, glad you sneezed in Dave lol
Merlyn: he doesn't play by the rulez
Dr. Headphones: hell can't wait, your flames are waiting NOW!
ah,clem: use lots of rice and soy sauce, better that way, Cat
Sal Lubrious: heaven has grown decidedly impatient lately
Dr. Headphones: no, dammit, it WASN'T right!
Merlyn: I think limbo can wait forever
Bubba's Brain: How low can you go?
Dr. Headphones: purgatory estates, high class living for the unblessed
Bambi: I thought pergatory was the waiting game
Sal Lubrious: limbo's cool
Merlyn: wasn't limbo busted for buying pills out of season?
Dr. Headphones: i'm not catholic, never could get those extra-biblical places right
Sal Lubrious: and was then married to Howard Stern?
Bubba's Brain: I think that was Jimbo.
Dave: god I'm glad we're all typing here and not talking, you guys can't hear me trying to sing, normally I've got a good voice but I sound like...well...terrible, voice cracking and airy when it shouldn't be
Dr. Headphones: howard stern moving to israel, forming the stern gang
Dave: eh give me about a week and we'll be back to full power!
Merlyn: oh yeah, jimbo in limbo with his favorite bimbo
Bambi: me either Ken ... but I have heard of it
Bubba's Brain: and he's all akimbo.....
Sal Lubrious: jimbo and his bimbo do the limbo
C. Simril: hey dave, how's it going?
C. Simril: on a pizza? perhaps not, ah
Bubba's Brain: Never had anchovies....
C. Simril: no, that was dumbo
Dave: oh it's goin' Cat
Bambi: pizza ... now I'm getting hungry again lol
ah,clem: speak to me Dex, you are fading
Dr. Headphones: anchovies are ok in salad, but pizza isn't meant for fishies (just my opinion)
Bambi: hold the little fishes of course
C. Simril: am i on?
Sal Lubrious: rolo, dex, rollo
Dr. Headphones: i went out tonight for "all you can eat" fish. battered pollack (not kevin)
ah,clem: the eyes are good, but small
C. Simril: hello?
Bambi: yyyyyeeeessssss
Bubba's Brain: They're hard to hold, Bam. Slippery little creatures.
Sal Lubrious: used to catch that kind of fish off the pier
Bambi: lol
Bubba's Brain plays "pocket fisherman"
C. Simril: ok, i seem to have returned. or.....
||||||||| Outside, the 11:32 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: pollack tastes good ... not fishy
Bambi: unlike the 'little fishes'
Dr. Headphones: anyone here like smelt? i can't quite get into them myself
Bambi: hi llanwydd
Dr. Headphones: hey llan
C. Simril: but bony, bambi
llanwydd: anyone still here/
C. Simril: llan
ah,clem: which pollock Bambi?
Sal Lubrious: never smelt one
Bubba's Brain: Hi, I.
C. Simril: jackson? tupeolo?
Bubba's Brain: I splurgin' on a sturgeon...
Dr. Headphones: i drove through tupelo and thought about elvis once
llanwydd: just got back from a theate audition. Landed the lead role in a comedy called "Moon Over Buffalo"
Bambi: broiled pollock would be nice, or breaded, deep fat fried, baked....
C. Simril: i would think about van morrison. then head quickly back to Van
llanwydd: its a company in upstate NY
Chastised FOng: Back, and not reaped..
llanwydd: I mean theatre audition
Sal Lubrious: smelt?
Dr. Headphones: llan: i've heard of that, i think they put it on here a few years ago but i didn't go see it
C. Simril: not even touched
Bambi: better than the sasquahana hat company
Bubba's Brain: Congrats, Il.
ah,clem: the polish people might think differently, Babi
Dave: Van? ah the man is God
Bubba's Brain: sasquatches wear hats?
llanwydd: Thanks bub
Sal Lubrious: the fedora you say!
Dr. Headphones: moscow melodies--i love it!
Dave: my goal is to spend as much money n him and buy all his albums, probably like 700 dollars worth of stuff
Chastised FOng: Hey Ilan, grats
llanwydd: I had never heard of the play before but it's pretty funny
C. Simril: so is the city, dave. too bad you'll never see it
Dave: you know, when I become an electron microscope operator
Dr. Headphones: one ringie dingie......
Dr. Headphones: oh, not that kind of operator :)
Chastised FOng: Ilan: I think I did see that play
Bambi: after massive outages ... the RIAA website is back up intermittently ... and appears to be running Linux now...lol
Bambi: http://newsvac.newsforge.com/article.pl?sid=04/03/25/1927248
Sal Lubrious: become a nuclear electron microscope operater...lil NEMO
Dave: oh I was just singing with Astral Weeks a little while ago, oy vay, it wasn't my usual stuff
Sal Lubrious: which is?...
llanwydd: Astral Weeks is a cool title
Dr. Headphones: they took the astral plane from the airport
Chastised FOng: Clem: YOu playing Roller Maidens now. the whole thing?
Chastised FOng: Clem: YOu playing Roller Maidens now. the whole thing?
Dr. Headphones: fong: this is just excerpts, "shoes"
Chastised FOng: 'ere's an echo in here
Merlyn: no, it's on Shoes
Chastised FOng: Thanks
C. Simril: this rumsfeld thing isnt nearly as bush biased as i thought
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| GrandTrineinFire - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ah,clem: no, Just shoes
Dave: "if I ventured in the slipstream, beneeth the viaducts of your dreams ..."
Chastised FOng: Cat: No it isn't but isn't Rumsfeld just sooooo arrogant?
ah,clem: that is it, Unlees the natives are restless...
Bubba's Brain is fading fast.
Sal Lubrious: what about rumsfield's shoes?
llanwydd: so many people keep dying in this chatroom. Seems to bee a dangerous place
Bubba's Brain: Nite all.
C. Simril: wasnt he always?
Bambi: nite Bubba
C. Simril: by bub
Chastised FOng: Night Bubba
llanwydd: always from some rare illness
||||||||| Bubba's Brain leaves at 11:41 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
ah,clem: toad away
Dave: oh that was on a couple of hours ago, if I could, I'd go tell him to go F himself over Some of the things he's said
Sal Lubrious: guten tag
Dr. Headphones: the rarer, the better
Chastised FOng: Cat: Yeah..but you seldom get to observe it so close up and personal
Dr. Headphones: i expect BSE to pop up any week now
Chastised FOng: BSE = ?
C. Simril: no? every time i see a bushy on tv or wherever, its the same arrogance, the same lightyears from realtiy
ah,clem: back to our regular programming, stay tuned for extreme variety,,,
llanwydd: do you mean gute nacht, Sal?
Chastised FOng: or Guten Morgan?
Sal Lubrious: most likely
llanwydd: the night is young!
Chastised FOng: Guten Abend?
Dr. Headphones: bovine spongiform encephalopathy, a/k/a mad cow disease
C. Simril: ok, then i can turn it off, clem?
llanwydd: Guten Morgan Fairchild
C. Simril: so is mighty joe
ah,clem: yea, or listen, your choice... LOL
Sal Lubrious: did you turn on the mad cow?
Dr. Headphones: yep, passed a joint to her, she toked mightily, got turned on
Sal Lubrious: and what about rumsfeld's shoes!!!
Chastised FOng: Turn on 'em before they turn on you
ah,clem: no more fst till Sat at about 9 pm eastern.
C. Simril: no, i've always disliked her
Dr. Headphones: rummy wears sneakers. but don't tell anyone
Chastised FOng: Sal: He goes barefoot..better traction when he walks on water
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Dr. Headphones: no, dex, you got it wrong. rummy doesn't walk on water, but he can float upright at the knees
Sal Lubrious: don't the nail holes upset people?
C. Simril: do not go barefoot into that good knight
Chastised FOng: but rage, rage against the dying of the right
ah,clem: but if you dislike the tune on skybird, listen for 4 minutes, it changes moods quickly.
llanwydd: B. Just a credit application
Chastised FOng: Ilan: Were you pre-approved?
Sal Lubrious: probably shouldn't go into that knight at all, unless you're good friends
ah,clem: flo and edddie on now
llanwydd: most likely but it's deleted now
Chastised FOng: Cool!
Dr. Headphones: i'm preapproved, too small, and in need of a nose hair remover if you believe all the crap i get
Chastised FOng: Flo & Eddie..saw them many times at annual New Years Eve show at the Bottom Line..now sadly gone..the BL that is
llanwydd: the give me that line too
Dave: hey Clem is there a way to see what's playing on skybird? cause it's kinda nice to know what I'm listening to
Chastised FOng: Ken: I'm sure *you* don't get Viagra Adds though (nudge, nudge)
Sal Lubrious: using a computer makes you undersized?
C. Simril: i loved there work with the mothers
Chastised FOng: Just adjust your font size
ah,clem: but some one buys into that spam crap, or it would dry up.
Merlyn: do people want to try to lobby air america radio to get firesign theatre?
Dr. Headphones: no, i get v1agara and pen1s enlargement ads. note the "1". cool trick, huh? who wudda thunk it?
Sal Lubrious: i'm going back to typewriters.
C. Simril: YES, merl
ah,clem: lizzard lips now
Merlyn: go here: http://www.airamericaradio.com/index.php?option=com_contact&Itemid=34
llanwydd: I remember Flo and Eddie from a Mothers album I heard long, long ago
Chastised FOng: or 1izzard 1ips?
C. Simril: i thought firesign were in negotiantion with them
Dr. Headphones: good idea, merl, glad you thought of it :)
C. Simril: eddie izzard has lips?
Sal Lubrious: they were?
C. Simril: i thought it was a lipse
Merlyn: we should try to spread it out, but keep it up...
Dave: eh I'm gonna go, see you all next week when I'm hopefully all better
ah,clem: flo and eddie were the turtles tillthey got shafted by record co.
||||||||| At 11:51 PM, Dave vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bambi: there was an indiot who actually bragged that he spend a couple hundred a week on items listed in spam ... and gets excited about going through his inbox ... he's probably a spammer himself ...blech!
Chastised FOng: Keep it up Rod
Sal Lubrious: are you quoting spam?
C. Simril: by dave
llanwydd: in negotiation? With F and E or the Mothers
Dr. Headphones: i try not to open them at all, just delete without reading. but occasionally i click the wrong side and then they KNOW i've opened it
Sal Lubrious: themselves
Bambi: nope, saw it on TechTV ... we know it must be true ... we saw it on TV lol
C. Simril: didnt austin say that the fireguys were negotioating with air america?
Sal Lubrious: or the cia?
Chastised FOng: Cat: He may have, but I get the sense that these things are always...um, kinda vague?
Dr. Headphones: shhh, they are really undercover agents. don't tell anyone!
C. Simril: yell, well everything the firesign does is kinda vague. that's good and bad
Sal Lubrious: vague, huh? just what you'd expect...
Dr. Headphones: bush might "out" them if they go on airamerica
Bambi: Ken, use Thunderbird and turn off view images inline ... then they will never know if you view it ;)
Dr. Headphones: bambi: then i can't see all the porn i get :)
llanwydd: cia? clowns in alaska?
Sal Lubrious: adjust your filters carefully
Bambi: sure you can ... just click the attachment to view it lol
Chastised FOng: Jokers in the MacKenzie Territories
Dr. Headphones: the mackenzie brothers? YOU HOSER!
llanwydd: "out them", doc? How do you meean?
Chastised FOng: Take off, off, off, off eh?
C. Simril: take off, for the great white north
Dr. Headphones: like valerie plume
Chastised FOng: I know thtname but from where?
Dr. Headphones: plame. damn, i can't spell this late
C. Simril: the cia woman, bush's nightmare among others
Chastised FOng: t h i s l a t e
Dr. Headphones: wilson's wife, formerly undercover cia op outed by novak (some say rove told him)
Sal Lubrious: excuse me, but mr. rumsfeld would like his shoes back, please.
Chastised FOng: Right..remeber now thanks
Chastised FOng: Sal: Shoes not ready..come back next thursday
Bambi: well, gonna call it a night ... long day ... see ya'll next week :)
Dr. Headphones: later, bambi
ah,clem: LOL Sal
Chastised FOng: Night Bambi and thanks for Skybird
C. Simril: by bambi
Bambi waves!
Sal Lubrious: gooden nighckt
Chastised FOng: acchtung Chucko
llanwydd: you know, FST are about the last people I'd expect to be CIA agents
Dr. Headphones: wooden knickers
Sal Lubrious: i'm getting closer
llanwydd: goodnight bambi
Bambi: thanks Dex ... Clem and I enjoy helping to bring it to you :)
Dr. Headphones: llan: that's what makes it so believable!
Bambi: nytol ;)
Sal Lubrious: take a bow
||||||||| Bambi leaves at 11:59 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
ah,clem: Mr. Fong has forgotten who is responsibe for putting FST on slybird, but we forgive him.
Dr. Headphones: i've got a bow tie, does that count? (only to 10!)
Sal Lubrious: little fishy?...smelt or all-you-can-eat?
Chastised FOng is again chastised..sorry Clem
||||||||| 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..
ah,clem: good night all, and be well, till next time,
llanwydd: smelt is good with Miracle Whip
Sal Lubrious: is he deaf?
C. Simril: by ah
Dr. Headphones: ah, catherwood, you annouce that it's midnight and i yawn as if a dog of pavlov....
Chastised FOng: Night ah
Merlyn: ok clem, time to break up, I think
Dr. Headphones: bye, clem
C. Simril: so we all depart in to this good night?
Dr. Headphones: i'm going too. hasta la vista, dear friends
Merlyn: I probably won't be here next week, I'll be in LA for the UCLA show
ah,clem: np Dex, I don't mind
Chastised FOng: Yeah, me two
Dr. Headphones: UC?
Merlyn: but if the hotel has something I can use, I might get on for a bit.
Sal Lubrious: do we need to collect out toys now?
Dr. Headphones: yes, i see
ah,clem: night Merl
C. Simril: bring back detailed reports, merl
Chastised FOng: Merl, take notes for us please
ah,clem: and thanks
||||||||| Dr. Headphones departs at 12:02 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: hokay
Chastised FOng: Night Ken
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 12:02 AM train to Hellmouth.
Merlyn: g'nite
Chastised FOng: and night all
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 12:02 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| Chastised FOng leaves at 12:03 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Sal Lubrious: good night to you, and you...
||||||||| Sal Lubrious leaves at 12:03 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
llanwydd: and you sal
llanwydd: I see there are few of us left
llanwydd: well I must be leaving too. Good night
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - 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 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

ah,clem
Bambi
Bubba's Brain
Buck Fush
Bunnyboy
C. Simril
cease
Charles Foster Dudley
Chastised FOng
Comrade Mr Yamamoto
Danny
Dave
Dexter Fong
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
Hal
Lindowed Yämamoto
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Reaper bait
Sal Lubrious
Stephen Foster Kane
Sunshine < sup>Super<
Tweeny
Woody One
 URL References:
http://horror.uncle-ernie.com
http://issuesandalibis.org
http://newsvac.newsforge.com/article.pl?sid=04/03/25/1927248
http://www.airamericaradio.com/index.php?option=com_contact&Itemid=34
http://www.despair.com/demotivators/incompetence.html
www.harlanellison.com
http://www.kempa.com/blog/archives/000053.html
http://www.kohoutek.com/
http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/week_2003_02_02.php#000630
http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/week_2003_06_01.php#001164
http://www.thenation.com/capitalgames/index.mhtml?bid=3&pid=1336
http://www.zigguratbandb.com/
http://zapatopi.net/afdb.html
httpd/conf/conf.d


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