Weekly Firesign Chat Log

A Firesign Chat
04/22/2004

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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 April 22, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 22, 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?"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:08 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: Catherwood's watch is way off now...
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: I find it hard to believe there is really no one here
Merlyn: hey llan
Merlyn: hey!
llanwydd: howdy merl
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:17 PM and late as usual, it's Petits-MEMElaine-klok, just back from Billville."
Merlyn: waiting to post a notice...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: I find it hard to believe there is really no one here
Merlyn: déja-vu
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: noticing it is postel-waite
llanwydd: there's an echo in here
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: not listed in the "On-line" roster, then, Ilan. Merlyn pse fix
llanwydd: well there's three of us now.
Merlyn: what's not listed?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yes, but "echo" isn't listed
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: name three
llanwydd: ah yes the online rooster. that's what I meant
cease: reading proust, klok?
llanwydd: outside it says there's no one here
cease: hey llan, you gave me your email address last week but i didnt get it so didnt send you script
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: but now it's morn-ing! are we eating Russell Crowe or what?
llanwydd: and like I said, I didn't believe it
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yeah, Ilan, you gotta have some lines in this
||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Ahoy, avast, and adlib everyone
cease: hi dex
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: adlib yourself
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat..just glanced at your email
Petits-MEMElaine-klok seems to have plateau'ed at his ad lib weight
cease: thanks, llan
Dexter Fong: And ad nauseum to you too klok =)
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: well, that's not very charitable, Dex
cease: yeah i missed an opportunity to record 2 of my fave actors last sunday
cease: so i gotta find Others!
Dexter Fong: Hi Ilan: Are you doing Moon Over Buffalo?
llanwydd: all we do here is adlib don't we?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: you should give more attention to mail from fellow chatters than that, esp. a distinguished artiste like Cat
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
cease: lets hope so
Dexter Fong: Klok: I'm a speed glancer, thats all the time I need
Merlyn: hi fong
llanwydd: You know what, I dropped out of MOB after the first read-through. Never done that before but I didn't like the play or the character.
cease: i just heard them joking about canada on majority report a few minutes ago
Petits-MEMElaine-klok (sings) "Alllll I hear is Radio Adlib..."
Petits-MEMElaine-klok wishes he had all the time he needs ('cause he'd outshine Stephen Hawking in imagining how much)
Dexter Fong )aside) methinks Klok speaks of Dark Matters
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: hey, Cat, Canuk accountants got to shine in NYT last weak, eh? I sent the link to Ken; he should be prowd
||||||||| Bubba's Brain waltzes in at 9:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dr. Headphones', just granted probation at 9:25 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
llanwydd: dark matter has much gravity
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends
Dexter Fong: Hi Bubba and Kend^
Bubba's Brain: Hey all.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: spreak of Der Teufel...
Dr. Headphones: klok married elaine?
Dexter Fong: Ilan: Moon Over Buffalo?
llanwydd: yeah
cease: hi kend, bub
llanwydd: they don't seem to know what they're doing with the play either
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: my money worries would be over, to have a helpmeet to go out and help 100%
cease: oh wow, bush is "celebrating" earth day
Dexter Fong: You had asked if I'd seen it..couldn't remember at the time, but yes, with Carole Burnett and others who I can't remember at this time =)
cease: war is peace, etc
Dexter Fong: Phil Bosco
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: could never finish that, Cat
Dr. Headphones: yeah, cat, figuring out how to rape while calling it consensual sex
Petits-MEMElaine-klok notes there is a fancy moon over RI tonight
Bubba's Brain: Hey Cat --- just hit me that I haven't emailed you yet to order CDs. I've thought about it everyt day, for about 30 seconds each day.... string em together, I'd get something done.
Merlyn: Anyone looking for a new car? http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=2475019485
cease: 1984?
Dexter Fong sings "By the Light, of the silvery................
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Merlyn: gimme three!
llanwydd: I live in RI for a couple of years
cease: oki'll have em ready whenever you want em
Bubba's Brain: Nope, no car needed here.....
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: comes with free coke spoons on every seat, eh?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Political Purulent 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.
cease: that was the most goonish of the magic mushroom plays
Political Purulent: Howdy All
Merlyn: it's a Back To The Future DeLorean
cease: aha, a majority reporter?
Bubba's Brain: Been scatter.... um..... Brained here lately.
Dexter Fong: Cat: It was indeed, and very funny too
Merlyn: hey PP, from MR?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: hmmm. you don't live in RI, you apply for temporary residence
Dr. Headphones: hi, pol pur
llanwydd: lived, i mean. back in the 80s
cease: what is fish gonna do if you run lodestone, bub?
Political Purulent: Hiya Merl
Political Purulent: How's the Phones?
Dr. Headphones: fish or cut bait....
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: as long as it points North...
Bubba's Brain: fish gotta swim.... birds gotta fly....
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: that's called sushi, Ken
Dr. Headphones: phones is doing well for an olde pharte
llanwydd: I lived in Newport. All rich people and fisherman. I was a fisherman
Political Purulent: cows gotta.....
Bubba's Brain: He's looking for a job-type job.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: you sailed with the Portuguese Navy, Ilan?
llanwydd: some portuguese.
Dr. Headphones: portugues and welch sounds like a wonderful combo
Political Purulent: Jobs for Industry,...Jobs for the unemployed!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Charles Foster Dudley in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bubba's Brain: Jobs for Indians!
Charles Foster Dudley: Smells like a dead cat in here!
Dexter Fong: Hi Charles
Political Purulent: HEy dud
llanwydd: portugues or betelguese whatever
||||||||| hoohah enters at 9:32 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: no, i'm still alive
Dr. Headphones: bad news from here: i had TWO (count 'em, two) coffee pots bite the dust this week. had to go buy a new one to feed my addiction
Dr. Headphones: hey charlie
cease: howdy, hoohah
Merlyn: not enough room to swing a dead cat soap on a rope
llanwydd: hi cfd
cease: dead things is better than dead people, kend
Political Purulent: No Dead Cat, it's the dog in drag...
Merlyn: how's your pothead brother, Hookah?
Charles Foster Dudley: G'day Y'all! Well met!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: (thousands of Azorean Portuguese migrated/were brought to S. New England to man the whaling then fishing industry, along with African-American freemen and the remnants of the Indians -- as per the Pequot in Mobius Dick)
cease: dont bogart that hookah
Merlyn: Dr. Laura's son is opening a hookah bar
Dexter Fong: This Historic factoid brought to you by Klokwrk History
Dexter Fong: It keeps on ticking away...away...away
Dr. Headphones: klokwrk history is a trademark of USPlus (we OWN the idea of history!)
llanwydd: I cant imagine Bogart smoking a hookah
Charles Foster Dudley: Is that related to nergy clockwork films Dex?
Dexter Fong: and Exclamation points too
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: well, it'sa fact, Dex. I was bowled over by the amazing variety of Portuguese food and funny religious holidays in RI.
Bubba's Brain: Forward, Into the Past!
Political Purulent: History with no Future
Dexter Fong: Charles: It's a plausibly deniable subsidiary
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Tony steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: we have two Portuguese radio stations here. like the English commercial stations, they play complete top-charted dreck
Charles Foster Dudley: Whew this pig oil beer goes through ya like a hot car ...
Dexter Fong: How's it goin'?
Political Purulent: Howdy Tony
Dr. Headphones: hi tony
llanwydd: ever had cuorizo. I don't even remember how to spell it but it's good stuff
Petits-MEMElaine-klok is reminded to go crack open a bier
cease: portugese food is great. at least the sea food and tempura
Dr. Headphones: you're not "THE TONY" are you? antonin scalia?
cease: the spanish sausage, llan?
Charles Foster Dudley: Time for a coffin break Il?
Dr. Headphones: chorizo
Dexter Fong: CFD and others: Any one see the article about making fuel oil etc from prossesed pig feces?
Bubba's Brain: Wow, I knew we'd find a use for that delorean!
Political Purulent: Just a little Irish Crack
llanwydd: yeah the red sausage
Charles Foster Dudley: Chinese been doing it for years Dex.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok has overcome an addiction to bulges levidos that started early on, but is otherwise still accomodating to the mainstream weirdness like bottles of vinegar at restaurants for fries and coffee milk syrup
Dr. Headphones: dex: somewhere i have a web URL for fermenting chickenshit into methane
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yeah, big ROFL for me, Dex
Political Purulent: I'll light a match to that , Phones!
Dexter Fong: This pig oil goes thru my DeLorean like a hot car
cease: pig oil beer will be next
llanwydd: why would you want chickenshit or methane in the first place?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: a long way from pioneers on the Overland Trail burning Ox dung, eh?
cease: i wanna do a riff on pig oil beer in my Rummy and Cokehead sketch
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: it'd be a real gas, Ilan, that's why
Dexter Fong: Methane is a combustible fuel, can be used for many things
Bubba's Brain: Wow, a chickenshit DeLorean....
Dr. Headphones: methane burns very well, easy to store under low pressure, and of course, if you like eggs or chicken meat, there's bound to be some shit involved somewhere
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| hoohah - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Political Purulent: Use the methane to fire up the BBQ for fried chicken...mmmmm
Dexter Fong: If Hank Hill says methane is good, it's good!
Dr. Headphones: chicken: cook thyself!
Bubba's Brain: Isn't there a Jewish law against that?
Political Purulent: Pulls his finger, light another BBQ
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: let's see -- we're going to turn our shit into gasoline and put a bunch of astronauts on Mars. I guess we forget cancer, AIDS, polio, clean water, etc. Oh yeah, and burn lots more coal...
cease: bbq sauce, the one magic mushroom play i have never heard, i dont think
Political Purulent: Chicken finger!
Dexter Fong: Coal?You talking about coal, Bill?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Lickin' good!
cease: but that presiden'ts golf game would be perfect for air america
Dr. Headphones: ah, dex, there's a big difference between C H₄ and C ₃H ₈
Merlyn: I'm just a civilization ho.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nick N. Ame coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cease: so would the election coverage they did for npr or whomever, long ago
Bubba's Brain: Now C here.....
Dr. Headphones: howdy, nick/ame
Dexter Fong: Nicky Nick Ncik
Nick N. Ame: Howdy do
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yeah, the Carbon tax on the latter is a killer, Ken
cease: did any of you hear the little sktech they did on nixon? i thikn it was on randi rhodes
llanwydd: hi name
Political Purulent: How about Dead Dinosaurs as a fuel source?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Ooooh! What are on Skybyrd?
cease: they're already into this historical stuff and Nobody did/(does?) it better than firesign
Merlyn: ancient pond scum
Dr. Headphones: pol: now *there's* a quaint thought ;)
llanwydd: you the guy from Ame's Guns in Yukaipa?
cease: not to ME
Nick N. Ame: Our father, who art pond scum
Dexter Fong: Velociraptors, the best fuel for your velocipede
Political Purulent: Don't look up to Skybird, it could be messy!
cease: after writing an uncountable number of stories since 1958, finally a story About me appeared this week
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: oh, did they up the power on that one this week? I guess with all the solar storms, they had to be sure it Gets Through
Dexter Fong: Cat: Huh?
Bubba's Brain: really, c, do tell.
llanwydd: where did it appear?
Dr. Headphones: uncountable but not yet infinite
cease: of course hanging out with another Writer on 420 does have its advantages
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Cat - you got ink? Cool!
cease: on the pot-tv forum
Political Purulent: The Title : It Stop with Cease, an action novel
Dr. Headphones: ah, virtual ink :)
Nick N. Ame: WEED FM &
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: you're partway to having your own hyperlink, Cat!
Bubba's Brain: Cat on a Tin Roof Sundae?
||||||||| Dave sneaks in around 9:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: &?
cease: pot-tv.net, forums, it was on several. i met a guy named flash who runs the forums and does computer stuff, thinking i might do some videigraphy for the station
Dave: 'lo everyone
Dr. Headphones: hi dave
Nick N. Ame: just &
Political Purulent: Dave's Here!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Nick - you want it to run as an independent job?
cease: gopod one, political
Charles Foster Dudley: Hi Dave?
llanwydd: hi dave
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave
cease: hi dave
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: ROFL, Bubba
Bubba's Brain: Hi dave.
Dr. Headphones: lol, klok! i've been reading some shell scripts today, trying to figure them out
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: evenin' Dave
Nick N. Ame: Vat is dis, independent job, you speak of?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: ask Lili, Ken, it's her speciality
cease: this guy flash actually has a book published. I never made it further an magazines, though i do have stories in 3 of krassner's intoxication compilations
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: she can make bash's head spin
Dave: you guys are never gonna stop with the "dave's not here thing" are ya? it's ok, just funny that I come in and someone always uses it
Nick N. Ame: Yeah, like I ain't heard that bee 4.
Charles Foster Dudley: I haven't had an "Independant Job" since the wife left town!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: any excuse for a Meme, Dave
cease: many of us are of the cheech and chong generation, dave. sort of firesign light
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Independent Job? Get thee to Ninevah!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: oops! that's Jonah. sor-ree...
Dave: yeah I know who they are, never liked them too much
Dexter Fong: Don' look around..don' look back
cease: can't, got flat Tyres
Charles Foster Dudley: Which ways Goshen?
Dave: I'm smarter than I look...not much though
Dexter Fong: Dave: How do you know?
cease: ask proc
Nick N. Ame: Watchin' TV?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: you had to be there, otherwise, it's just strange, D
Merlyn: look smart, feel smart
Dave: hey phones, think you can get on AIM please? or is it fucked up againe?
Dr. Headphones: that's funny, dave :)
Nick N. Ame: Yeah, it's been like that all day.
Dexter Fong: Phones AIMs to please
cease: so whatcha all do for earthday?
Nick N. Ame: What'ya do.
cease: and does Ed
Political Purulent: Your AIM is true, Dave.
Dr. Headphones: hmmm, dave, didn't realize it wasn't running. let me try to start it
Dexter Fong: I Kissed the Sky
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tony - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Dave: with AOL running it? what do YOU think? (an Anne Bancroft moment)
Nick N. Ame: I was on Earth.
Political Purulent: Tony did have that shade to him...
Dave: I kissed my love and said "fuck you" to the world, just like I do every day
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: I Remember Mama...
Dexter Fong: I forgot bout Lars
Petits-MEMElaine-klok is careful about that, since sooner or later, the world fucks back...
Nick N. Ame: Still am, counter to popular opinion.
llanwydd: mama who?
Dave: it's amusing to look back at the logs and see what an idiot I was because I talked outa my ass the whole time, sorry I'm in a cynical self-putting-down mood
cease: no firesign tonight
Dexter Fong: Dave: It's okay, nobodies listening anyway
cease: the dalai lama was on mars
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Dave - it's an archive for finding stuff. Just remember as you climb: never look back! ;-)
Charles Foster Dudley: Some sort of fusion playing now ...
Nick N. Ame: Much, Firesign, every nite.
cease: i planted 2 packs of wildflowers, one for butterflies and hummingbirds, the other local flowers
Dave: what's this? fusion? I'm there
llanwydd: Dalai gets around doesn't he?
Dave: and I know no one's listening Dex, welcome to my life
Political Purulent: Sarcasm is the national pastime and holds great promise for the future.
cease: he does in my play, llan. have you heard red shift?
Nick N. Ame: If the Dalai had taken the Snickers outta his pocket he wouldn't have been on mars, after he sat.
Dr. Headphones: klok: i wanted to climb the pyrimid of the sun just outside mexico city, looking at the top from the bottom was enough for me, didn't even have to start and look back
Dexter Fong: I going for Lympho sarcasm
cease: it's all up on line at seemreal.com, red shift
Charles Foster Dudley: Dave on skybird
Political Purulent: GO on green, shift on red and don't step on Mister Inbetween
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: gad, Ken, I missed Monday's LJ. This Raga Pahadi tune is not half bad!
llanwydd: his name's Salvador Dalai, isn't it?
cease: the dalai was in vancouver for 4 days, just left
Nick N. Ame: Red shift, comin' at ya.....wait... that would make it a blue shift.
cease: yeah, dali's in my play too
Bubba's Brain: I Remember Lama.....
Nick N. Ame: How about a red moomoo?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok used to be a fraidy-cat rock climber, but seems to have lost his balls in old age
Political Purulent: cornbeef dalai?
Dr. Headphones: LJ klok? the junction thing? playing indian music?
Dexter Fong: The Devil in a BLue Shift
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: got partway up the rather simple path up Cadillac Mtn. in Maine in early '80s and decided it wasn't worth it
Nick N. Ame: yeowwwwllll
Dexter Fong: This primal scream brought to you by US PLus
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: they do a lot, Ken, big audience for it at home and in the Colonies, don't you know. But this was the 10:51PM song
llanwydd: Dali's in your play? I've got an idea for him. How about a Salvador Dali theme restaurant. Surrealist cuisine.
Nick N. Ame: So, we climbed Linclon Twon Car Mt.
Dexter Fong: We own the idea of therapy
Bubba's Brain: I've got some Bluuuuuue roses for a Reeeeeed planet.......
Nick N. Ame: sorry
Dr. Headphones: i did hear on news about mao or his appointed heir warning canada not to have dalai lama there because of political reasons. seems they didn't listen
llanwydd: this could be a funny skit
Charles Foster Dudley: I think that was Billy the Mountain?
Nick N. Ame: Surreal Veal
Bubba's Brain: Mao mao mao, mao mao mao mao mao.....
Nick N. Ame: Abstract Pork Abs
Charles Foster Dudley: Now yur talkin' the Beep Beep Song!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:57 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dr. Headphones: nash rambler?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: canadians don't listen a lot, Ken. they seem rather thick. they were very unpleasant to us about this Iraq War thing we're in, for ezzample
Dr. Headphones: hi e
Elayne: Evenin' alL@!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
llanwydd: surrealist cuisine could get pretty bizarre
Elayne: Gah, can't type tonight...
Charles Foster Dudley: Dats da one Doc!
Bubba's Brain: e!
cease: i know billy the mt as well as any zappa tune, one of my faves but i was stunned by that firesign ref on alt.firesing today
Political Purulent: Hey E
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: 'lo E.
Charles Foster Dudley: Hey E!
cease: schoolboy comes up with the most amazing things
Elayne: Where's DocTech?
llanwydd: hi E
cease: hey moving girl
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: in Bridgeport, Elayne
Dr. Headphones: connecticut, last i heard
Elayne: Want to find out if he and Lili are making the throwing-stuff-away party on Saturday.
Nick N. Ame: Bee Czar B B Q
Elayne: You coming down, Klok?
Dexter Fong falls back to a refill position
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: missiles from the 42nd floor! Gad, I wish I could be there, E!
Elayne: Hey Dex, can you bring some ice?
Nick N. Ame: Blackened Nude Beans
Petits-MEMElaine-klok is equipped with a very unhappy 110 lb. Akita at the moment. Can I, um, bring a friend?
Nick N. Ame: Dali Wood Baked Maitakke Mushrooms
Dr. Headphones: klok: i still don't know the story on that one. care to share? of course, ok if you don't
llanwydd: Chocolate covered ants on limp pocket watches
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: It will help get rid of lots of furniture, although possibly much that you'd planned to keep...
Nick N. Ame: yummmmmy
cease: i've been to Akita, recently and even it doesnt weigh that much
Elayne: The park across the street has a very nice dog-run.
Bubba's Brain: Candies from Dali Madison?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: watching dog for a friend, Ken. In reality, I'm marooned here until May
cease: maybe i can bring Icy
Nick N. Ame -)
Bubba's Brain: ... melts on the canvas, not in your hand....
llanwydd: Dali Madison! LOL
Charles Foster Dudley: Someone ought to fix that clock!
Dr. Headphones: someone ought to fix that klok?
Nick N. Ame: What time is it?
cease: but happy, a daughter
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: E: this is a dog that looks at everything like a Dog Eat...run is parenthetical and simply a process in the goal of feeding face
Bubba's Brain: Its half past droop.
Nick N. Ame: It's Ed WoodStock time � http://concert.edwood.org/
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Oh Nooooo!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: (not again)
Elayne: Sounds like the canine equivalent of my cat. :)
llanwydd: Bub your cracking me up!
llanwydd: help! my sides!
Bubba's Brain: Hey, Crack kills.
Elayne: Well, I just came to see if DocTech was here, to ask him about Saturday.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok had a scary moment during a walk this week when someone let their 2 yr-old loose and she wanted to "pet the doggie". Kwd had a water skiing lesson...
Dr. Headphones: did everyone see that "reefer madness" has been re-released IN COLOR?
Elayne: I'll probably be without 'net access next Thursday (it's moving day), so I hope to see y'all in two weeks.
||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:03 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: See you sooner E
Charles Foster Dudley: I've been seeing it in color for years Doc!
Nick N. Ame: If Firesign Theatre tagged with Abbot and Costello against Monty Python and Burl Ives � � � who would win?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: What? You mean that Ted Turner colorized the last 15 minutes of that one, too?
llanwydd: reefer madness in color? It was bad enough as it was
Dr. Headphones: lol, charles :) yeah, first time i did acid sesame street was in color on a b/w tv
cease: good luck, el
Dexter Fong: Burl Ives? I'd prefer Charles Ives
Nick N. Ame: Ain't been high since 81. � Gad, I'm pissed.
Dr. Headphones: hell, yes, dex, dissonance is good
Dexter Fong: YOu ain't tryin' Nick
llanwydd: BRING ME SOME REEEEFERS!!!
Bubba's Brain: Bigfoot gas stores a few years ago held drink sale --- refill madness. Laughed myself silly.
Merlyn: burly ives
Bubba's Brain: Courier and Ives....
llanwydd: I thought that HE had been smoking Mada hwana.
Dexter Fong: Ilan: Want some Adirondack Azure?
Charles Foster Dudley: I once saw Mr. Wizard explain the visuals of an acid trip when I was tripping. He made an acid machine that bent white light in the middle!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: if you stare at a blank channel on a B&W TV (non-digital) long enough, you can actually see color flashes. There is a process to make that work on program material (simple stuff), but it scared people more than it was effective. Psycho-visual trick
Nick N. Ame: Couldn't go back to the 'average' stuff � & � couldn't stand the crowd with the buzz bombs.
cease: ives st. lorent
Bubba's Brain: I'd rather bend it on both ends...
cease: no, mr. geller, you may not have another spoon
Dexter Fong: Bend it like Beckham?
Dr. Headphones: well, fork you then!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: but this one's been used!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:07 PM and late as usual, it's Woody One, just back from Billville."
Charles Foster Dudley: Bent it like Dali!
Nick N. Ame: You can bend keys and spoons. Such AMZXINGGGGGGG super powers.
Woody One: Herro.
Dr. Headphones: hi woody
cease: hi woody
Dexter Fong: Herro dali
Political Purulent: Hey WoodyJuan
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: i wonder if she told him to get bent last week...
Charles Foster Dudley: The woodman!
Woody One: Doc., Charles. All.
Bubba's Brain: Herro Hito....
llanwydd: surrealist spoons. Cool!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: everybody seen Carol Lay's "Persistence of Cats"?
Nick N. Ame: I remember that
Dr. Headphones: yeah, llan, but try eating raisin bran with one
Charles Foster Dudley: I had a pillow like that once ll
Woody One: Listening to All Things Firesign as we speak. Excellent stuff.
Bubba's Brain: You can't eat just one....
Dr. Headphones: nope, klok, but the two in my lap right now make me believe it's true
Nick N. Ame: Firesign rulzzzzzzzzzzzz, indeed.
cease: yes, woody, some of it would be great on air america too
llanwydd: Persistance of Cats? Anything like B. Kliban?
Dr. Headphones: when i fly air america, every seat is first class :)
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: oops - "Persistence of Kat Klocks"
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: http://www.waylay.com/WildOats/KatKlocks.html
cease: is it on salon today, klok?
Dexter Fong: Recent artile re: cats domesticated long before originally thought, means they have been ignoring us for at least 40,000 years
Woody One: Cable of Cable Town.
llanwydd: All Things Firesign is great!
cease: i usually check it several times aday
Bubba's Brain: Well, nite all... still have to drive home.
Political Purulent: and Clark Cable, too
Woody One: Night Bubba.
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nick N. Ame: I am the can opener.
Dexter Fong: NIght Bub, drive careful
Petits-MEMElaine-klok is already there (well, within shouting distance) -- drive safe Bubba
Nick N. Ame: crank turn turn turn
cease: funny riff on xm satelite on maj report now
llanwydd: good night BB
||||||||| Bubba's Brain departs at 10:10 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dr. Headphones: later, brain
cease: i think the firesign would chuckle
Political Purulent: Dave's been reaped off, again
Nick N. Ame: pull-tab tops
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: blew out my flip-flops
Nick N. Ame: a symphony to the kitties
Merlyn: but they do that all the time, cat
Dr. Headphones: dave's alive and kicking on AIM. he finds it hard to follow this chat with his screen reader
Woody One: Flips blow fast.
Dr. Headphones: he's more comfortable one on one
Dexter Fong: Huarachi sandals
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: BTW, Nice Flowers Ken!!! Thanx. April y-comin in...
Nick N. Ame: Earth Day Shoes
Dexter Fong: A bushy-bushy blonde hairdo
Petits-MEMElaine-klok finds it hard to follow this chat with his "screen reader". He needs about 150 lines in the display...
||||||||| Woody One leaves at 10:12 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: to those wondering what klok is talking about: http://webpages.charter.net/kendeb52/flowers/flowers.html
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:12 PM and late as usual, it's Woody, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong indicates to klok to just keep his thumb on the screen
Woody: Whoops!
llanwydd: I remember I was in 4th grade on the first Earth Day
Woody: www.subservientchicken.com
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: wow, that Hershey is really the life of the party, but isn't he starting a tad early? Or is this just 'way late from the party the night B4?
Dr. Headphones: 1970 was first one? i was senior in high school
Woody: Check that link out
Nick N. Ame: Our tulips are also in full bloom.
Woody: Type in a command for the chicken, and he'll do it.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok has a few blooms, but nothing to rival Ken's floral magnificence
Dr. Headphones: nick: those pics were taken yesterday. they are probably worse looking today. they don't last long but are pretty when they first bloom
Charles Foster Dudley: I was earning my way onto Nixon's enemies list in 1970
llanwydd: Earth Day Shoes reminded me of it. I had taken off my shoes in class and some wiseguy said "Put your shoes on. It's Earth Day".
Dr. Headphones: woody: i saw that last week. strange as hell. i tried "get naked" and got the old black box in front of him
Woody: www.subservientchicken.com
Woody: Very strange. Some stuff he just won't do.
Nick N. Ame: Say, did I ever do for you my "18 minutes found" bit.
Dexter Fong: Woody, some stuff none of us will do
Dr. Headphones: tin soldier's and nixon's coming (and he wasn't even breathng hard)
Woody: Heh.
Nick N. Ame: ?
Woody: I'd like those extra bucks that guys making.
Political Purulent: yeah, 18 minutes ago
Dexter Fong: Hard to say Nick since I don't know who you are
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: CFD: just about everyone still alive today was doing that ;-)
llanwydd: 18 minutes. Obvious what it's about.
Charles Foster Dudley: Hardly cuming Doc, would you do Pat?
Nick N. Ame: Basically it's Tricky Dick (in an attempt to 'reach' the kids) doing his redition of "Helter Skelter." With Halderman, Erichman, and Dean as the band.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: cool
Dr. Headphones: hell, no, she's dead!
Dexter Fong: Sounds like an improvement Ken
Dr. Headphones: it's not 18 minuts of silence, i hope :)
Charles Foster Dudley: Neither would Dick which is why he's was soooo mean!
Nick N. Ame: Mr. Fong (any relation to Charles La Fong?)
Political Purulent: A victim of the shedder monster?
Dexter Fong: He a-black sheep relative
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Nick N. Ame: large L small a large F small o small n small g � Charles LaFong
Dr. Headphones: mmmmm, sheep :)
Woody: What's all this tricky dick talk? I detect a Nixonian undertone.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: gad, he took my line!
Dr. Headphones: i am NOT a crook!
Nick N. Ame: Ahhhhhh, yes, and Veterian's Day
Charles Foster Dudley: Thats Nixonian undertow!
Political Purulent: Mojo Nixon!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'smy', just granted probation at 10:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Nick N. Ame: Mojo can write real good like
llanwydd: b
Woody: Mojo was great-"Don Hemley Must Die."
Dr. Headphones: hi smy
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: ah, the initialization is complete!
Woody: Henley
cease: did any of you hear the nixon sketch on randy rhodes today?
Charles Foster Dudley: Only Nixon could go to Chine Mr. Spock
Merlyn: hey smy, hook up with sarah vowell so your name is pronouncable
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: this chat is taking longer and longer to boot...
smy: ello ello heh
llanwydd: I'm getting so much spam it's making me hungry
Dr. Headphones: initialization? for me, it's K.E.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Missedit
Nick N. Ame: "Chicken Plant" blown up real good like
cease: hi smy
Merlyn: not me, cease
Dr. Headphones: i remember that old tv show, "i smy"
cease: very firesonian, merl
cease: i hope they start archiving stuff like that
Nick N. Ame: Yeah, Tricky Dick and ChairPerson Mao breakin' bread, and heads.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Ilan -- you ain't seen nothin' yet! It's going to get worse. Be very afraid...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: life with father
Merlyn: tx
Woody: Listening to Happy Harry Cox right now on A.T.C.
Dr. Headphones: how about kim il sung (or whatever the hell his name is) just beating it away from where those trains crashed?
Charles Foster Dudley: ATC?
llanwydd: I can imagine
cease: he must have his own personal god
Woody: Anyone remember Chicken Man, and Captain Nice?
Dexter Fong: All THing Considered= NPR
cease: you have the cd, wood?
Nick N. Ame: Peticoat Junction
Merlyn: I remember captain nice (and mr. terrific)
Woody: All Things Firessssign'
Dr. Headphones: woody: i have almost a complete chicken man collection
llanwydd: Captain Nice was on right after Mr. Terrific
Nick N. Ame: he's everywhere
Dr. Headphones: most of the tooth fairy (both dick orkin if memory serves me right)
Woody: Ohh. Really?
Nick N. Ame: crush that paper cup
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Ilan - dija see User Friendly on Wednesday?
Woody: Captain Nice drank the drink?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: the South will Rise Again?
Merlyn: I saw part of Mr Terrific at a sci-fi convention
llanwydd: I don't have cable at the moment
Woody: One took a big pill, the other a drink.
Nick N. Ame: why not muscle head � so spake Captain Nice's mom
Dexter Fong: Merl: Which part?
llanwydd: Mr. Terrific took the Power Pill
Petits-MEMElaine-klok wonders how Ilan is getting through to us, then...
Dr. Headphones: klok: another one i rarely visit unless prodded
Woody: OK.
Political Purulent: With the right yeast, the south will be golden brown...
Dexter Fong echoes kloks wonderment
llanwydd: I've got webtv
Nick N. Ame: SiFi convention ___ hold on a sec
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: check it, Ilan, Ken: http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=20040421
Merlyn: came in the middle, fong
Woody: I wish I could see that old stuff.
Charles Foster Dudley: Ooops gotta go finish advertisments keep'em flying y'all! http://issuesandalibis.org peace!
llanwydd: what makes you wonder I wonder
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: great cartoon. I got on it and do it every day
||||||||| Charles Foster Dudley leaves at 10:25 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..."
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite CFD!
cease: by dud
Dexter Fong: Go to press Mr Birdseed
Dr. Headphones: good one! yeah, those spam prose paeans get me
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: and of course I feel that Cat should visit loyally, since it's a Van-based comic!
cease: what what?
llanwydd: just tried the link. It takes too long. I'll try it later.
cease: I"m a Vanbased comic!
Woody: Doc? Is this an ad?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: with a vaguely anti-American tilt, although they seem lately to have been overcome by the Evil Influence we exude against all competition...
Dexter Fong: Was't Sally Rand a Van dancer?
Nick N. Ame: WEED FM &
Dr. Headphones: woody: no, not ad, it's FREE!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Iliad can draw faster than you, Cat: you're outclassed
cease: what is being referred to?
Dexter Fong: Tiny stripper for the Band
Nick N. Ame: http://www.scarycamp.com/
Woody: Well. I mean. I need that address again.
cease: tiny dancer for elton
Dr. Headphones: mmm, scary camp. sounds like fun to me
||||||||| Outside, the 10:29 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nick N. Ame again coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| smy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: count the headlight on the highway
Woody: Couldn't copy.
Nick N. Ame again: http://www.scarycamp.com/ Horror Convention for Ohio area folk
Woody: Thanks.
llanwydd: or was it headlice
Dr. Headphones: headlice is one malady i've never had
Dexter Fong: Result of a head on collision
Nick N. Ame again: HEY!!!!!!!
Dr. Headphones: being topped off and cleared now, i doubt i ever will have them
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu could still get crabs
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Cat: they're in Richmond, BC -- http://www.userfriendly.org/contact/
Dr. Headphones: we've had several lurkers who said nothing then got reaped. is the becoming a trend?
Nick N. Ame again: How come I am signed in twice, crap, Nick N. Ame left - what'zzz the deal????
llanwydd: well I guess it would be hard to count the headlice on the highway
Dr. Headphones: dex: with melted butter i'll take 'em
Dexter Fong: Whiskey and Sand Ken
cease: oh i see
Nick N. Ame again: I think I'll sign out again and then return.
Dexter Fong: Go for it Nick
llanwydd: lurkers are cool
llanwydd: this is Lurker speaking. Hello.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:33 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: especially the Inuit ones, Ilan
Dr. Headphones: hi a.k.a.
Dexter Fong: Nice going Nick, a trifecta =)
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Well, isn't that heart warming?
llanwydd: hi, uh...nick
Political Purulent: This must be the Same Old Place, I'm looking for the Some New Place, bye All!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: wow, we are on a faux news Nixonian kick tonite, eh. Must be that moon...
Woody: Gotta watch a movie. Day off, and going back to work tomorrow. Night all great folks. Thanks, Dr. Just the solution I might need. Have saved to favorites.
||||||||| Political Purulent leaves at 10:33 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: bye, pol
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite PP
Dexter Fong: Night Pol
Dexter Fong: Wonder if pol has any Pot
Merlyn: bye
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: bye
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Nick N. Ame at 10:34 PM
||||||||| At 10:34 PM, Woody runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Merlyn: He was extraneous, right?
Dexter Fong: Merl: You never know
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: he's dead now, but lives on in the distorted policies of our gov't
Dr. Headphones: merl, in the grand unified theory of the cosmos, we're all extraneous
llanwydd: he was an illegal alien
Petits-MEMElaine-klok always wanted to be extraneous, so he'd be deprecated at last
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Well, I added a new song so everyone go and listen to my feces � � � � � � � http://www.ic-musicmedia.com/TOR
Dexter Fong: We are stardust...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: which grand unified theorem of the cosmos?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: gad, more hippie stuff. when ever will it end?
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: a TOE, perhaps?
Dexter Fong puts a TOE in the water
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: let them get a TOE in and pretty soon they think they own the place
Dr. Headphones: i listen to my feces only when i have to
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: damn scientits
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Well, a least you spellllled 'hippie' correctly.
Dr. Headphones: i do so want to read the new brian greene book
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: what's it to you?
llanwydd: I don't want a non-scientist to give me a theorum of the cosmos
cease: Yippie!
Dr. Headphones: nick: have the page open, will listen when chat is over
cease: is it better than his red book?
llanwydd: In fact I don't even want Carl Sagan to give me a theorum of the Cosmos
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: if God wanted us to have a TOE, he'd have put it in the Ten Commandments
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Cool, Dr. Headphones
cease: ask him for a joint, llan
Dr. Headphones: i'll listen to damned near anything once. sometimes that is the only chance it gets though....
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: BTW, pretty cool interview with Neal Stephenson in Salon this week, speaking of histerical scientistes
cease: i want to read that. i want to read a lot more of Neal
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Carl said the human race, in general, (not Firesign fans) is 500 years retarded.
llanwydd: you're right doc
Dr. Headphones: klok: i just bought "snow crash" over the weekend, haven't started reading yet though
cease: some societies much worse, nick
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: They paid Carl milllllions [but not billions] to candy-coat it.
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: maybe not persuasive enough to make me read 1700 pages of novel; sounds like another Baudolino
cease: thats the only one i read
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: My model has it 1,800 years.
Dexter Fong: When you measure the Human Race with the stop watch of the cosmos, it's 500 years retarded
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nick N. Ame again - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Admiral Bob's Navy, that one killed me. Also the prescient: "Until everyone on the planet is reduced to the wages of a Pakistani brickmaker"
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: H,T. (Holy Terror the Cat) just pulled a rock outta the window. Holy Crap!
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: where's my flying car?
Merlyn: bob's your navy
Dexter Fong tried bobbing for admirals
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Your flyin' car in in China at 2301 years
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: sorry
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: make that 2031
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: and that Reverend Jim or whoever beat Adm. Bob when they privatized the Navy and bought the carrier Enterprise to refit as his private yacht...
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick: Bye, All.
Dr. Headphones: i saw flying car on tech tv or discovery other night, almost ready for market. of course, i've heard that for 40 years now
Dexter Fong: Cyah Nick
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite nick at
cease: by nick
Dr. Headphones: later, nick
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Ken - that one must have auto insurance execs waking up every night in cold sweats...
Dr. Headphones: there will be a "rider" disallowing them as soon as the first one is sold. you will need aviation insurance, MUCH more expensive (and expansive, too)
Dexter Fong wonders if Al-Qada opeeratives are taking flying car lessons
cease: watching frontline, dex?
Dexter Fong: "I don't want to learn to park"
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: what was it Matt Groenig said about the future and 1939 World's Fair, etc.? That all the utopian and dystopian futures imagined never envisioned thousands of blow-in subscription cards in magazines?
Dexter Fong: No Cat: Whats on?
Dr. Headphones: no frontline here, have auctions on BOTH stinking pbs stations!
cease: son of al quada
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: dueling auctions? they are selling off both stations?
cease: he's actually a canuck. big story here
Merlyn: you don't need no stinking badgering?
Dr. Headphones: i didn't even turn either one on. i'm not in the market for their crap. last premium i got from pbs station was "weirdly cool" dvd
Dexter Fong: I saw the 1939 Worlds Fair..actually it was prolly 1940 or so, just before they cosed it
cease: i'd rather listen to maj. report, i know all this already
llanwydd: In Mexico they're called El-Quesadilla
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: gad, like The Boys From Brazil (or The Boys From San Clemente, considering tonight's theme/meme)
cease: did you see the 1963 one too?
cease: good one, llan. just some some mexican food for dinner
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: now it's just flushed down the meadowlands...
llanwydd: or el casa
cease: no, 64, the last time i was in NYC
Dr. Headphones: i had two slabs of ham (mesquite smoked) and a bowl of raisin bran for dinner
Dexter Fong: Ken: How lucky you are
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: ah, charred slices of dead pig flesh...
cease: ossman went to the 1939 san francisco fair, and it made him a worlds fair junky ever since.
cease: to our considerable benefit
Dr. Headphones: is he that old?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: did San Francisco have a "World's"
cease: thre was a lot of the 64 fair in Bozos, maybe the 39 one too, i know ossie was Way into it
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: Fair in '39, too?
cease: born in 36
llanwydd: I thought he was born in 39
cease: dont know, klok. ossman's ma told me about it
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: hard to be 70 if born that late
cease: no, bergman in 39
cease: proc in 40, ausin in 41
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: maybe it was a reaction to "Prices slightly higher west of the Rockies". Living on the right coast, I always worried about that as a kid. What horrible danger lurked in the Rockies? SAC?
Dr. Headphones: two male cats trying to do the dirty deed on floor next to me. one on bottom is resisting, one on top is larger, he's winning
Dexter Fong: Cat: Austin in 41? yet he seems so familiar with WW2 era
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: what is the big attraction of the floor, Ken? ;-)
llanwydd: thanks for sharing doc
Dr. Headphones: more room to manoeuvre?
Dexter Fong: Ah French
Dexter Fong: Makes it sound less dirty
Dr. Headphones: actually, in their case, greek, i think
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: channeling Sebastian Cabot?
Dexter Fong: lol Ken
Dr. Headphones: i threw a cd at them and they quit, ran into other room
Dexter Fong: What CD?
Dr. Headphones: generic cd-r that i made a coaster of earlier today
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: hope it was a bad CD-R, else they might do something nefarious to it...
Merlyn: was the CD mature? They're worth more
Dr. Headphones: i boo booed and tried burning an iso image without the right program, got disk with iso image on it instead of the collection of files i wanted
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: the RIAA is really getting after people about that. There's more illegal copying of Generic's CDs than even Metallica
Dr. Headphones: merl: and don't forget the penalty for early withdrawal!
Dr. Headphones: this was a bootable linux distro
Dr. Headphones: dynebolic, optimized for audio/video use
Dexter Fong: Well Dear Firend, due to an invasion of filmakers all over my neighborhood, parking will be extremely hard tonight, so I bid you all adieu
||||||||| Outside, the 10:56 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: Metallica really made fools of themselves over that Napster thing, didn't they
Mudhead: damm fumes
cease: no hsit, llan
cease: hi mud
Petits-MEMElaine-klok tried to get Mandrake to load his digital camera files; came close, but no cigar so far. It's not intuitive...
Mudhead: hello all
Merlyn: hey mud
Dr. Headphones: mud: breathe enough and it will damage your brain so you won't care
llanwydd: there's Mudhead. Graduation here I come
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: oh, eventually, the artists will wise up that they don't need the distribution and skip the middle stuff and hire promoters directly
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Guadalacaca Yamamoto', just granted probation at 10:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: i aym what i yam
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: oi
llanwydd: Hey Yam!
Dr. Headphones: klok: i think it was mandrake that i just plugged in my camera and it popped up on desktop as removable drive, could copy/delete from file manager
Dr. Headphones: hey yam
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: no that's Linspire
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: ...reduce the royalties to a half-cent a song and put it all out in MP3 online. Nobody will keep hard copies anymore, just pull it off the Net at a half-cent a pop. They can throw in a "once you've paid $5, you get free access for life" and performers will get more $ than they can imagine.
cease: paul krassner is doing standup in new york in a few days. i wonder if he'll be on air america
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: I could copy/delete from file manager, but all the jpegs were crap and the flash card got corrupted. Shades of Mars Rover! I had to tell the camera to re-format it.
cease: i reccomended him to them and they'd be idiots not to have him on, particularly on this show
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: Air america? Buncha commies
Dr. Headphones: klok: did i send you the URL for making the disposable digicam non-disposable?
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: Klok: sorry
cease: compared to the current crew, Reagan was a commie, yammi
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yeah, remember when it was the evil commies that were gonna invade us and not creeps flying airplanes into our buildings?
Merlyn: by the way, Rocky Rococo (the pizza joint) is 30, with a Firesign mention: http://www.madison.com/captimes/news/moe2/72767.php
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: can't check rite now, Ken; I'm at an Away Game and have too many tabs open in the browser as it is to chk emails
cease: in the newspaper sense, merl?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: I wonder tif the creeps in the p[lanes an thisgovt aren't associated
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: darn gong awoke the Hound, which is rattling the slider. can't last much longer, and Cath's watch is off again
llanwydd: Rocky's? Now they've got to open Nick's Swell
llanwydd: Nick's has anchovies. Rocky's doesn't
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: oh sure Yam, it's like Ripley in Alien: "You're helping it!!"
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: no?
cease: good ref, klok
Dr. Headphones: nice writeup about rocky's pizza
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: Sorry
Dr. Headphones: klok: if you want it, i think i bookmarked it, so ask later if you want it and i didn't send
cease: how can janeane be on if she's away?
cease: oh, they're doing her virtual presence thing
Mudhead: Hey wheres the radio show tonight?
Dr. Headphones: or, just check tonights log for it: http://www.techtv.com/news/products/story/0,24195,3656571,00.html
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: You can read about it in that interview Bzrezenski gave to that French magazine in '97 or so. Really scary
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: thanks, Ken
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: the gist of it is included in The Dust of Empire, which is a good book otherwise (e.g. about Mossadeq overthow in '53 Iran, etc.) but you should be able to find it 1500 times over in a Google search
Dr. Headphones: zvibnev (or however you spell it) is a scary guy. not in kissinger's league as arch-demon, but perhaps a demi-demon
cease: sounds like a neil gaiman character, kend
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: I thought he was a Good Guy (in the Rustler's Rhapsody sense), Jimmy Carter, too, but now I'm unsure and uneasy
Dr. Headphones: all those "one world" people scare me
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: only took seconds -- see: http://www.counterpunch.org/brzezinski.html
Petits-MEMElaine-klok is scared too, rejecting the 1929 interpretation of the "many worlds" argument regarding the Schroedinger Equations
Dr. Headphones: lol, klok, not quite the same paradigm i was talking about :)
llanwydd: many worlds? Not familiar are we talking science or politics
cease: so we only got 1 world?
Mudhead: I gotta go , gnite all
cease: fuck that
llanwydd: never heard of Schroedinger
Dr. Headphones: later, muddy
cease: by mud
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 11:09 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: I've got 20 cents says it's not so, Ken
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite mud
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: nite mud
Dr. Headphones: here's a quarter....
cease: wow, they're recyling tim robbins. why not krassner?
Guadalacaca Yamamoto: later all
||||||||| At 11:10 PM, Guadalacaca Yamamoto runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: google, shroedinger's cat, Ilan. explains it all
llanwydd: nite yam
cease: i'm my own cat
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite Yam. I must loose the hound, folks
cease: lthought when the kittens get older, that will change
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: c u dad all later
llanwydd: I'll have to czech it out
Dr. Headphones: speaking of kittens, did i tell everyone that there are 4 new ones here? week old yesterday, opening eyes now
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: kittens turn into cats and become less interesting and more secretive
llanwydd: nite klok
cease: looks like the poop is partying out on me
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: wow, that is an eye-opener, Ken
Dr. Headphones: yeah, 11pm here, so i think i'll call it a nite also. later, dear friends
cease: these 2 are about as interesting as possible
Dr. Headphones: s'long
||||||||| Dr. Headphones leaves at 11:12 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: nite phones
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: yeah, Cat, the disadvantages of running off and leaving us hanging while you traipse the world is coming back to haunt you, eh?
Petits-MEMElaine-klok: nite Ken, Cat, everyone!
cease: i guess we're all off
llanwydd: good night doc
||||||||| Petits-MEMElaine-klok leaves at 11:12 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..."
cease: you bet, klok
cease: off, off damned spot.
Merlyn: are you going to log out, cat?
Merlyn: bye, if anyone is left...
||||||||| Merlyn is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:14 PM.
llanwydd: I've got to fix dinner. Kind of later for it. Good night
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
Bubba's Brain
cease
Charles Foster Dudley
Dave
Dexter Fong
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
Guadalacaca Yamamoto
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nick N. Ame again
Nick N. Ame
Petits-MEMElaine-klok
Phuck Fonics a.k.a. Nick
Political Purulent
smy
Woody One
Woody

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http://webpages.charter.net/kendeb52/flowers/flowers.html
http://www.counterpunch.org/brzezinski.html
http://www.ic-musicmedia.com/TOR
http://www.madison.com/captimes/news/moe2/72767.php
http://www.scarycamp.com/
www.subservientchicken.com
http://www.techtv.com/news/products/story/0,24195,3656571,00.html
http://www.userfriendly.org/contact/
http://www.waylay.com/WildOats/KatKlocks.html

Rogue's Gallery:

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