Weekly Firesign Chat Log

A Firesign Chat
11/25/2004

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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 November 25, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firebroiled enters at 8:39 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Firebroiled: Gobble.........Gobble Gobble Gobble Gobble GobbleGobble Gobble Gobble .......Groat Clusters!!!
||||||||| "8:40 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Firebroiled, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| jess enters at 11:33 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| It's 11:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jess - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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, November 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?"
||||||||| FB enters at 9:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
FB: Still stuffing yur faces??
||||||||| "9:18 PM? I'm late!" exclaims FB, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| 9:20 PM: Rotonoto jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| "9:20 PM? 9:20 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Headphones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Headphones enters and sits on the couch.
Dr. Headphones: hey, dave!
Rotonoto: hi ken
Dr. Headphones: i'm at parents' house in florida. it's a long story, but at least it's warm here
Rotonoto: how unprecedented- I was first on (not counting Firebroiled at 8:40PM)
Rotonoto: Gald to hear from you, guy!
Dr. Headphones: unprecedented and unviceprecedented too
Rotonoto: glad
Dr. Headphones: to make long story short, i'm working but i'm not. truck broken, stuck in florida until monday morning when it can be repaired
Rotonoto: I'm running a friend's machine, 600MHz P III
Dr. Headphones: 600? you speed demon you ;)
Rotonoto: well, excellent about the 'working' part!
Rotonoto: running Firefox out of a lillte flash drive, USB
Dr. Headphones: i'm doing well when i have the right tools to work with. truck needs new radiator. driving through w.va. with full load overheated it. those mountains are lots of fun with 78K pounds under your thumbs, especially when elec.ctrl.mod. of truck shuts it down every time it overheated and you have to pull off side of road coasting uphill very slowly with no power steering.
Rotonoto: so you have a nice dinner with family?
Rotonoto: sorry about the on-road trouble)
Dr. Headphones: i ate until i thought i'd pop like a balloon :)
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:26 PM, dragging cease by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dr. Headphones: do not put any turkey in front of me for a day or two, please
cease: happy istambul day, lads
Dr. Headphones: hi cat
Rotonoto: VG, bozos and turkeys galore tonight I imagine (where is everybody?)
Rotonoto: hi cat
Dr. Headphones: everybody important is here, and you two are also :)
Rotonoto: the fowl fled to ankara
cease: i see my ukranian relatives are taking their stolen election a lot more seriously
Rotonoto: yes, but not surprising relative to Ukraine experience with daddy Stalin
Dr. Headphones: i haven't been able to keep up with news. my trainer watches ESPN on tv and listens to bon jovi and megadeath on truck stereo.
Rotonoto: yikes!
Rotonoto: slow death by 'wrong' media
cease: makes me proud of my heritage
Dr. Headphones: he's nice guy, quite good at his job, but his listening/watching preferences are not mine
cease: fucking stalin couldnt starve us all!
Rotonoto: indeed, cat!
cease: how's truck driving, kend?
Dr. Headphones: so give me the lowdown on ukraine
cease: that's what i felt in the ghetto in Venice when i saw all the little kids playing and all the hebrew characters in the windows
Dr. Headphones: cat, it's good when i can do it. mechanical difficulties have been severely limiting though. probably will get better next week----i hope
cease: mechanical difficulties? do you have to service the truck as well as drive it?
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dr. Headphones: don't have to service it, but it has been out of service. won't be back on road until monday, if then.
Dr. Headphones: hey merl
Merlyn: hey
Rotonoto: hey merlyn
Dr. Headphones: i'm stuck in florida at my parents' house tonight, back to motel tomorrow morning until monday
cease: merl
cease: how are your folks, kend?
Dr. Headphones: dad is getting worse, but still ticking. he says probably about one year to go. mom doing as wellas can be expected for 70 years old
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Fireturkey', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cease: only 70? that's a couple years younger than krassner, and he's amazingly chipper. his new album is great
Dr. Headphones: sister, nieces/nephews, assorted others here all doing well
Fireturkey: Howdy!
cease: ossman will be 70 soon. 06 as i recall
Dr. Headphones: hey ft
cease: firebroiled?
Merlyn: broiled turkey?
Fireturkey: How's the phonesdoing?
Fireturkey: Batter dipped and deepfried
Dr. Headphones: phones doing well
Dr. Headphones: sweet and sour turkey with wonton soup, please
Fireturkey: Hold the feathers
Dr. Headphones: you want i should hold in left hand or right hand?
cease: and the turkey came down with the word and the word was Border. and we ate him
Rotonoto: hey Rich (that you?)
Rotonoto: brb...
||||||||| At 9:39 PM, Rotonoto runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Fireturkey: Yung Guy Rotonoto, gone?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rotonoto inside, makes a note of the time (9:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dr. Headphones: they come they go, they come again
Rotonoto: I got off the time-limited free dialup ISP and onto my more 24/7 dialup
Dr. Headphones: beverage assortment here consists of water, skim milk, decaf coffee, and holiday spice pepsi. i'm trying the last one, not really great, but it beats the other choices
cease: holiday spice pepsi? is she one of the spice girls?
Rotonoto: woah- earthy bev choices, man
Dr. Headphones: well, i can't identify the spices in it, but it's not ordinary pepsi
Dr. Headphones: it has an almost orange or red tint to it, and is sickly sweet. but the caffeine is there, i think. i need that and have been deprived
Merlyn: soft drinks are a blend that purposely makes individual flavors not stand out
Dr. Headphones: i drink black coffee WITH caffeine when given a choice. i really should buy a pound of it and put in their freezer for my infrequent visits. i can't handle decaf, get a raging headache if deprived of my drugs :)
Fireturkey: Ask the doctor, if it's drugs you want
Dr. Headphones: and i get to sneak outside about once every 3 hrs here for cigarette. i strike out when neither caffeine nor nicotine is traversing my bloodstream
cease: yeah, gotta keep that blood flowing. the secret ingredient i had in my asparagus-stuffed chicken should start to kick in soon
Rotonoto: by all means invest in the pound of coffee
Dr. Headphones: i suppose most of the regulars here are in tryptophan-induced comas tonight
cease: i think i'm the only canuck here
Dr. Headphones: let me guess, cat. it wasn't asparagus, was it? :)
||||||||| Elayne enters at 9:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cease: no, kend
Elayne: Evenin', tryptophanatics!
Dr. Headphones: e!
cease: hay ankarra day, elayne
Rotonoto: hi Elayne
Elayne: Ankarra day?
Rotonoto: heh!
Merlyn: hey E
Dr. Headphones: cat, is that paul ankarra you're referring to?
Rotonoto: how 'bout istanbul?
cease: it was constantinople
Dr. Headphones sings "istanbul, constantinople......."
cease: there are some people we Refuse to recognize as canadians
Elayne: Just put on "Pass the Indian Please"
cease: good idea, el. i should put on A Shadow Moves Over the Land
cease: one of my fave firesign pieces, even if austin doesnt like it
Elayne: Is that available anywhere online as a download, Cat?
Fireturkey: Was available on Firesign site as an MP3..?
Elayne: Dunno, I didn't look around that much, I stopped after "Pass the Indian"...
Merlyn: Pass the Indian is on the npr page
Merlyn: http://www.firesigntheater.com/npr/
Elayne: Yes, I know Merlyn, I linked to that one already. I was talking about "Shadow."
Merlyn: oh, wasn't paying much attention..
||||||||| klokwkdog enters at 9:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Elayne: Hi Klok!
klokwkdog: hello, all
cease: klok
Fireturkey: Hey klok
Dr. Headphones: howdy, mr. klok
klokwkdog: i see dr. h has come down off the rode
cease: hows it going, klok?
Dr. Headphones: temporarily stationary
cease: i was just chatting by voice thru the computer. what will they think of next?
Rotonoto: all hail klok!
Dr. Headphones: klok: i sent you email a while ago, only address i remembered by heart, didn't know if i'd be here or if the old folks would force me to turn off computer when they went to bed at 9pm
Dr. Headphones: so, for info, you can read the email, read the log, or you can trade it all for what stacy will show you behind door number three
Rotonoto: Roto is listening to Back From the Shadows, reminiscing about only live FST ever seen, in 94, Wash DC
cease: back from a shadow moves upon the land?
klokwkdog: i've been offplanet for a few hours, ken; good to see Roto here!
Dr. Headphones: back from a shodow moves upon the land of the free and the home of the brave
Rotonoto: you want fries with that?
klokwkdog: yep, it roosted fine, Ken -- your memory is unimpaired
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dr. Headphones: klok: went through your old stomping grounds (nc) on monday night
klokwkdog: it's a red state now, ken
klokwkdog: of course, it was a pretty much red state then...
Dr. Headphones: yeah, i've been in a lot of red states lately.... ;(
cease: with red hair?
klokwkdog: if u went thru the west end, that's kind of alien territory for me
Fireturkey: "There's Bigger Deals to come . . ."
klokwkdog is more or less a flatlander
klokwkdog: we have a bout as big a BFD as I'm prepared to handle, turkey
Dr. Headphones: yep, w pa, wva, western va, w nc, w, sc, ne and central ga, then n.fla
klokwkdog: it's all downhill from there, Ken...
klokwkdog: downhill and the realm of high-flotation tyres...
Dr. Headphones: at my age, all of life is downhill. i'm just trying to avoid the obstacles and enjoy the ride as much as i can
cease: wise choice, kend
klokwkdog: yeah, I know what you mean. the first third of my life is now over...
Fireturkey: Or he couldn't get out! He admits it. He was trying to get out!
Dr. Headphones: gawd, i abhor the combination of dialup with ms internet explorer.
klokwkdog never noticed that many who were trying to get in
Dr. Headphones: go ahead and talk about me for a few, i'm sneaking outside for a cig. and i WILL remember not to shut the door and lock myself out like last time i was here
cease: you're gonna live to 160, klok?
klokwkdog suspects dr. h will begin traveling with a CD case full of emergency discs, Knoppix, etc. ;-)
Rotonoto: ken: carry a USB flash drive with Firefox on board- I'll email you the details of how to make it 'portable' (you probably know anyway)
klokwkdog: maybe not quite that long, conditions permitting, Cat
cease: i may not outlive my cats. the last one lived to be 21
klokwkdog: well that's a cheery thought, cat
Elayne: Oh, speaking of The Future, I have an interesting little movie to share with y'all...
Rotonoto: Roto has new kitten
Elayne: http://www.letitblog.com/epic/
klokwkdog has heard such rumors
Rotonoto: well, share the wealth...
klokwkdog: not in this administration, Roto
Elayne: It's about 8 minutes long (on a DSL or cable modem)...
Rotonoto: heh!
cease: call me selfish, but i don't want any more folks/animals that i love to predecease me
cease: whats it about, el?
Elayne: Cat, it's about what happened to get us to the year 2014.
Elayne: Mostly the online revolution and all.
cease: i'll go thru those Gates when i get to them
Rotonoto: now here in the future... hey, waidaminnit! it's only 2004 according to my chronograph- I've lost ten years somewhere!
Elayne: No Roto, it's projected from the future to our present (their past). But time travel gives me a headache anyway...
Dr. Headphones: roto: email me anything you wish, but i may not see it for 6-8 wks
cease: i've just returned from ancient greece. look at this grape
Dr. Headphones: cat: looks like a raisin to me
Merlyn: Me, I'm looking at Dr. Pepper clones: http://www.marion.ohio-state.edu/fac/schul/drp/aj.html
Merlyn: remember, raisins aren't what they used to be. They used to be grapes.
Dr. Headphones: i actually made my own raisins once. forgot paper bag with grapes in back of car, left in sun for about a week.
Dr. Headphones: i was really surprised that they didn't just rot and/or mold
Elayne: Cool, Merlyn, I'll use Dr. Memory to remember that site...
Merlyn: That's how the ancients discovered how to make raisins
Elayne: So I've been e-mailing Phil Proctor this week, 'cause a friend of mine drew a picture for him and I scanned it and e-mailed it over.
cease: i seem to have been kicked off while away on other sites
Elayne: Nice to see the old e-addresses still working. :)
Merlyn: kicked off what, cat?
cease: you think proc will ever show up here? he's the only firelad who hasnt
Dr. Headphones: cat: it's not like he's a luddite, writing planet proctor as he does
Merlyn: Proc tried the private firesign discussion room once
cease: ithe waiting room was no longer one of my options at the bottom of the screen. i had to click to get back on
Elayne: I think he's more an e-mail kinda guy than a chat guy.
cease: is that something else than this, merl?
Rotonoto: he was *that* underwhelmed, merl?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dr. Headphones: the dex-man cometh
klokwkdog: yo dex!
cease: dex
Dexter Fong: Hiya fellow pilgrims
Elayne: Hey Dex, how was your Thanksgiving? Your son still in town?
Merlyn: they've never really used the private chat to any extent so gar
Merlyn: far
Fireturkey: Dex!
Rotonoto: like little flowers, my terrific feelings for it!
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Good thnksg\ving yes son in town still
Rotonoto: (hi, dex)
Elayne: Dex, I got four out of five days next week as vacation. Thinking of coming into the city either Thursday (my birthday) or Friday. What day is best for you in terms of lunch and other stuff?
Dexter Fong: Hi Roto good to see you again..and WB Ken
Merlyn: "Dr. Schnee"? Bottled by Dr. Seuss
klokwkdog: really tragic dystopian vision, Elayne...
Dexter Fong: E; Either day is fine
Elayne: I know, Klok. I couldn't figure out where the guy who made it was coming from, whether he was looking forward to it or bemoaning it or really didn't have an opinion one way or another...
klokwkdog: Either is not for months!
Rotonoto: klok- quick synopsis for us dialup curmudgeons, please
Elayne: Okay Dex, I'll call on Tuesday, I have your number here at home now.
Dr. Headphones: e: happy birthday to you!
Dexter Fong: E: Good
Elayne: Thanks Dr H, y'all can wish me a happy birthday on next week's chat. :)
klokwkdog: as long as it sells tickets, E...oops, I didn't have to pay to watch it...
cease: we will, el
Dr. Headphones: dex: temporary, may be 6-8 wks before i grace you with my presence again ;)
Dexter Fong: Ken: So how was the first week or so on the road?
Elayne: I expected the narrator to come out with "life... don't talk to me about life..." after it was done.
klokwkdog: Roto - I'll let Elayne do the summarizing
Dr. Headphones: e: hence the early wishes from me
Elayne: Oh dear, Dr H, where are you going?
klokwkdog: it's about blogs and online news and the future of information and such
Dr. Headphones: dex: memorable to say the least. ask klok to forward my travelogue to you if you want to read about it
Rotonoto: ken held captive, made to listen to Johnny Cash, Merle Haggfard, etc.
Dexter Fong: Kok: Please forward Ken's travelogue
Elayne: Roto, it's a sort of "here's what's going to happen online in the next 10 years and we're all doomed and there will be no journalistic integrity left and whine whine whine" only in a nice sonorous voice. That about cover it, Klok?
Dr. Headphones: e: i'm a drug store truck drivin' man now, out with trainer for that period of time
klokwkdog: coming right up, Dex
klokwkdog: yeah, with a lot of fun predictions about mergers in the online world
Elayne: Ah, I see, Dr H. Well, with winter coming on, please be careful out there! Today was powerful windy, it was actually blowing my Hyundai about as we drove back from my brother's house.
Rotonoto: E- yikes! (probably partly true)
Dr. Headphones: tonight's appearance in chat is abberation
cease: good to have you here, aberrant or not
klokwkdog: it's all about the "big players", which bothers me. the blog stuff came out of left field, as did so much on the net
Rotonoto: hey Brian- please foreward extensive travelogue to Roto, too!
Dexter Fong: ONe abberation, under god's thumb with nothing for most of us
Elayne: I don't buy it that much at all, Roto. As many people bemoan the lack of journalistic integrity, even more are holding journalists' feet to the fire with their investigative blog entries.
Merlyn: what?
Rotonoto: no, ken, don;t be so hard on yourself- you're only slightly 'abberant' LOL!
Dr. Headphones: e: i am the very picture of care whilst driving. my trainer told me that i'm the first one that he felt safe enough with on 2nd day that he could go to bunk in back and sleep
klokwkdog: the writer of the piece then extrapolates the future based on current large web-dominant companies, which we almost can be sure may stumble badly or be a distant memory in 2 years, much less 10
Elayne: Exactly so, Klok. 10 years ago nobody could have predicted the stuff that's happened online since. How are we in any position to predict 2014 from our current vantage point?
Elayne: High compliment, Dr. H!
Rotonoto: yes, E, let's hope the ad hoc journalists of the blog world do roast a few journalistic tootsies! heh...
Elayne: Yes, Klok, I felt that way exactly! But at least it didn't hurt my eyes the way Bladerunner did...
Dr. Headphones: compliments are all that's high. random drug tests preclude anything past my normal nicotine and caffeine intake
cease: yes bladerunner was kinda hard to watch. all that violence. of course, i was on acid at the time
Dr. Headphones: although after we checked into motel tuesday night i did walk to pub and have 3 large draft newcastle ales :)
klokwkdog: I liked Bladerunner, but I liked the PKD book much, much better and I've kind of become more partial to Strange Days over time
Dexter Fong: Klok: Thanks for forward
klokwkdog is made thirsty by Ken's pub-crawling
klokwkdog needs to reset his setup; back in a sec.
||||||||| klokwkdog rushes off, saying "10:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with klokwkdog close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dr. Headphones: klok: "monkey's uncle tavern" off I-295 in suburbs of jacksonville (actually mandarin, fla)
cease: electric sheep is a great book
Fireturkey: What is it worth? How much do I hear?
Dexter Fong: Electric sheep "are" a great book
Elayne: I dunno, PKD's stuff always struck me as very male-centric.
cease: but dick liked the movie. or at least, all the money it brought him
cease: true, el. he's no leguin
Dr. Headphones: fire: how much do you hear? depends on background noise, presence of earplugs, genetics, etc. :)
klokwkdog: one of my favorites, Cat, and the movie, although more or less unrelated, the best PKD adaptation so far, although Total Recall has its phildickian flashes added by screenwriters
cease: i liked minority report, inspite of spielberg and cruise
Fireturkey: That darn ringing in the ears
cease: the opo up ads were VERY pkdickian
Dr. Headphones: is phildickian anything like dickensenian?
Dr. Headphones: ringing in the ears? remove the cellphone!
Dexter Fong: Before it explodes
klokwkdog: yes, that, too, Cat, although I never read the story and didn't much like the plotted circularity of it. i think Vanilla Sky was better, although I never saw the Pedro A. original
cease: i'd like to see both
klokwkdog: phildickian is when Schwartzenegger, on Mars, tells the doctor that if this is a dream, it doesn't matter if he blows the guy's head off
cease: ive liked everything i've seen by pedro
Dr. Headphones: i thought ahnald was austrian. now you're telling me he's really an alien?
cease: the president of the united states Is named shickelgruber
Fireturkey: Spasmodic??
klokwkdog: cat - rent the DVD of VS as it has crowe's screen commentary; actually, watch Vanilla Sky and then Almost Famous DVDs in their sequential production order (Famous first) some night
Elayne: Well, I'd best be getting on with the washing up. Dex, I'll call Tuesday. Dr H, happy trucking! Everyone else, see you on my birthday!
||||||||| At 10:37 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Merlyn: bye
Dexter Fong: Now and then, yes
cease: by el
Dexter Fong: Night E
klokwkdog: nite E
klokwkdog: Ann Wilson's background guitar while Crowe babbles doesn't hurt, either
Dr. Headphones: later, elayne
Dr. Headphones: hmm, ann wilson would make nice background for anything. but i'm thinking visual instead of aural
cease: ive seen almost famous. dont remember much of it. too totaled when i watched
klokwkdog: no visuals, sorry Ken, just occasional chords...
Dr. Headphones: speaking of visual, you see the world in an entirely different way sitting way up there looking down into cars ;)
klokwkdog: worth re-watching, IMO, Cat
klokwkdog: digital camera time, Ken?
Dexter Fong: Ken: Watching women adjust their hemlines?
Dr. Headphones: klok: i have it with me. no way to download, but have enough memory to get many good shots
Dr. Headphones: dex: saw one today adjusting something above the hemline. she seemed to be enjoying it also
Dexter Fong: Return for regrooving
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Nonster Sound Yamamoto in through the front door at 10:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| At 10:41 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Nonster Sound Yamamoto!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dr. Headphones: hey yam
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Monster Sound Yamamoto', just granted probation at 10:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: By Yam
cease: yammy
klokwkdog: howdy Yam!
Monster Sound Yamamoto: jajjajaja
Dexter Fong: Hi yam
Monster Sound Yamamoto: oi
Merlyn: hey nonster
klokwkdog must attend to food briefly
cease: it was the nonster nash
Monster Sound Yamamoto: I know where dream mosters come from
Rotonoto: yo yamamoto
Monster Sound Yamamoto: monsters
Dr. Headphones: i remember nash ramblers. makes me an olde pharte, doesn't it?
Monster Sound Yamamoto: aye
Dexter Fong: The Nashville Ramblers?
cease: i remember the nash rambler song
cease: beep beep
Rotonoto: one line synopsis of Japanese horror films: "Oh! Monstah!"
cease: crosby, stills and rambler
Dr. Headphones: the nashville ramblers meet the irish rovers in a "winner takes all iron cage death match" on WWF next tuesday night
Fireturkey: Nite All!
Dexter Fong: I'm there!!
Dr. Headphones: take care, fire
Dexter Fong: Nite FT
Rotonoto: surprise late entrants: the Studebaker boys
cease: jack elliot as the Referee
||||||||| Fireturkey is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:44 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bightrethighrehighre inside, makes a note of the time (10:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rotonoto: nite fire
cease: or should that be Reeferee
Dexter Fong: Hi Big
Dr. Headphones: biggie!
Monster Sound Yamamoto: Roto: you forget: "Toyko gets trashed by a guy in silly rubbah soot"
Rotonoto: big big big!
cease: the fire next time
Monster Sound Yamamoto: oi
Bightrethighrehighre: fleece dia dey gwaka-loh-tee, folks!!
cease: big
Rotonoto: oi oi, sah!
Monster Sound Yamamoto: oh, must go! cats being bad
||||||||| "10:45 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Monster Sound Yamamoto, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
cease: be good, cats
Dexter Fong: Bye Yam
||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:46 PM, then departs.
Dr. Headphones: well, dear friends, i have 630 wakeup call, so will be toodling off to the guest bedroom now. will check in either here or with some member whenever possible for news. happy t-day leftovers tomorrow to all. g'nite
Dexter Fong: Hey ILan
Bightrethighrehighre: man, had a big bird today....
llanwydd: Happy Fangsgumming!
Dexter Fong: Ken: Drive careful
Rotonoto: nite ken, happy travels OM
Merlyn: ok phones
||||||||| Around 10:47 PM, Dr. Headphones walks off into the sunset...
Rotonoto: yo llan
Bightrethighrehighre: took me 45 minutes to slice half the sucka up...
cease: truck on keepin
Bightrethighrehighre: ....quality....!!
cease: an albatross?
Dexter Fong: ....mercy...!!
Dexter Fong: ...strained...!!
Bightrethighrehighre: ....no rat tart....
llanwydd: you folks wouldn't believe what I did today. I actually went with a Wesleyan church group to Harlem to feed the needy. Started out great till we got rained on.
cease: my wife's a police officer and you wouldnt believe how dirty she gets my clothes
Rotonoto: right on, llan (sorry about the rain)
llanwydd: It was more than 300 miles each way.
cease: good for you, llan
Dexter Fong: Kind of a long trip isn't it llan?
cease: and the needy
Bightrethighrehighre: chicken almost tastes just like turkey....
cease: no it doesn't, thankfully
llanwydd: yeah, long trip. The rain turned most of the food to soup after we had already fed about 1000 people.
Dexter Fong: Cat: You're a big fish eater, ever have Arctic Char?
Bightrethighrehighre: cease: I agree, really, but love the loust cliche....
cease: yes i have, dex. i had it at the Northwest Territories pavillion at Expo 86 here in van
Bightrethighrehighre: ah.....LOUSY cliche....
cease: i like most Cooked fish
Dexter Fong: Had some tonight cat, seemed kinda like salmon "light"
llanwydd: Did Phil show up again like last year?
cease: yes, good description, dex
cease: we're still waiting, llan
cease: godot, the electrician, phil....
Bightrethighrehighre: my highlight of the week= checkout "our man Flint" (James Coburn) from 1966....good stuff....
||||||||| "10:54 PM? 10:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dave enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Hey Dave
llanwydd: hi Dave
Dave: I'm not sitting on anyone am I?
Dexter Fong: Not me
cease: dave
cease: come sit on the face of a refined man
Bightrethighrehighre: High Dave, happy TD....
Dave: quiet in here tonight, too many people stuffing themselves, I had two glasses of wine and then some coffee
Rotonoto: yo Dave
Merlyn: Just put "Pass the Indian, Please" into the podcasting directory, so people will get it overnight
Dave: podcasting?
cease: how did ossman's hawaiin thing turn out?
Dexter Fong: Casting for Pod with camera and flyrod
llanwydd: wine coffee? I got the real thing bubblin on the flash
klokwkdog: oops, Ken gone?
Dexter Fong: Yes Klok
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:57 PM, dragging Cat Refereee Yamamoto by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
llanwydd: look who dragged in the cat
Dave: Ken's a trucker man now
Bightrethighrehighre: "....and they all moved away from me on the bench...."
Dave: yet he's still on instant messenger, hasn't signed him off yet
klokwkdog: Dave - not on AIM: "away" for 21 hours so far
Dave: yeah
cease: this was his last appearance here for a while, dave. he's gonna be On the Road momentarily
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Good old reliable Cathewood
cease: i dont have to be dragged, llan. i'm always here on thrusdaynights
Rotonoto: Roto got a kitten this fall
klokwkdog: cat's a fixture!
llanwydd: I meant Cat Refereeeee
cease: good for you, roto. we just had ours neutered so we won't be having any more kittens outta them
Cat Refereee Yamamoto: I have too many cats
Cat Refereee Yamamoto: up to 8
Dave: I like cats, not a dog person so I won't get a guide dog
Cat Refereee Yamamoto: EX dumped a load of em on me
cease: he needs Neal Cassady to share the truck ride and pick up chicks for him, ala On The Road
Rotonoto: the momma of this one just got fixed recently, had 6 perfect kittens first (friend's cat)
klokwkdog: and guide cats, by definition, are useless...
Dave: Cat was just reading that book yesterday, one of my faves
cease: indeed
Dexter Fong: Get a guide Cheetah, really travel fast
cease: have you read any other kerouac?
Dave: indeed klok, they don't go where you want them to
klokwkdog: ...although a Guide Lion might engender a bit more respect for the handicapped...
llanwydd: I've had two cats, but I've never liked dogs
cease: did i send you him reading Neal and the 3 Stooges?
Dave: yes Cat, Tristesa, nearly made me cry honestly but it was beautifully written
Dexter Fong: Abbott and Costello meet Keroac
Cat Refereee Yamamoto: Guide tiger
Dave: and no you didn't
cease: the man could write. and drink.
cease: ok, i will then
llanwydd: I don't understand why anybody would keep a dog. They're noisy, they're stupid and they're a nuisance
Dave: no guide predatorial animals, maybe a guide duck? a really big one so I can fly
Dexter Fong: Well I like dogs....and cats too
Bightrethighrehighre: I only have room for hummingbirds....
cease: we have a dog. he's smart, affectionate and an excellent house guard
cease: good one, dave
cease: maybe you'll meet groucho
Dave: k thanks Cat, is a url I can get it from? if not and it's an attachment I can give my other email in private
Dexter Fong: Saving Private Email
llanwydd: I think people who let their dogs climb all over you should be sent over a cliff in a wooden barrel
Dave: saving private spam!
Dexter Fong: llan: Did you have a bad experience with a dog in Harlem today?
klokwkdog: quark!, quark!, quark! no one expects quanum ducks!
klokwkdog: quantum
llanwydd: No, I met no dogs today, despite all the food we served
Dexter Fong: Just wondering what set you off =))
llanwydd: but if a hungry dog came by I would have fed it
Dexter Fong: ..and climbed all over it
cease: eat or be eaten, eh?
Dexter Fong: I'm not on anybody's food chain
Dexter Fong: Top o' the world, Ma
cease: is that let's eat or dear friends, dex?
Dexter Fong: DF I "think" Cat
llanwydd: eat it a l'orange!
klokwkdog is feeling charitable to squirrels today; this part of RI had no acorns this year for some reason
Dexter Fong: To hell with the Duke of Burgundy
cease: one of my projects is to listen to all of the df/let's eat and make some list of what's on them
||||||||| Cat Refereee Yamamoto departs at 11:12 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
cease: i didi that with my hour hour shows years ago and its saved me an enormous amount of time when i just want to here a particular rif
klokwkdog: have been somewhat pricing cracked corn, sunflower seeds, and peanuts despite precarious finances
llanwydd: I've seen more squirrels in Florida than anywhere else
Dexter Fong: Snow squirrels
llanwydd: LOL dex
Dave: there have been squirells outside classroom windows, amusing the other people
klokwkdog: oh, sometimes they just migrate en masse, like lemmings. looking at the yard this year, I can see why
klokwkdog: they're fighting each other over rotten acorns from last winter
llanwydd: I've heard it's only a false rumour that lemmings commit suicide
Dexter Fong: going afk for refill
cease: last one in is a rotten acorn
cease: good idea, dex
klokwkdog: they showed us endless movies of them leaping off cliffs into the sea. nobody ever told us they could swim...
llanwydd: I think they do swim
klokwkdog: yes, they migrate that way, once they've eaten all the acorns. so do squirrels, sometimes hundreds of thousands of them -- worse than locusts
cease: at swim, 2 birds
llanwydd: I'm not sure of this but I may have read that they fall in the sea by accident
Dexter Fong: Need a guide lemming
llanwydd: LOL
Dave: what is a leming anyway
Dexter Fong: A small yellow citruc fruit
llanwydd: lemming meringue pie
Dave: or however ya spel it
klokwkdog: it's a small rodent-like creature like a squirrel, except without the long tail and not as good an agent
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dave: yeah or how about a guide ferrett
Dexter Fong: Weasaels ripped my guide lemmings flesh
cease: and no fair to anybody
Dexter Fong: Weasaels = Olde Englishe spiellinge
llanwydd: did you ever see a b. kliban cartoon titled "Lemuels marching into the sea"? It showed a bunch of redneck guys with overalls and buck teeth walking into the water.
Merlyn: Hey, I'm back, just doing some podcasting bits
klokwkdog: that I never saw, Ilan
Dexter Fong: Merl: What you using for bait?
klokwkdog: "The Kansas-Nebraska tunnel" was my favorite
Merlyn: "Pass the Indian, Please", Dex
cease: lemuel gulliver?
llanwydd: don't remember that one, klok
Dexter Fong: Ah the ever popular Red Skinner eh?
cease: yes, i've just returned from liliput. look at this cow
klokwkdog: if you've ever been there, it's very apt
Rotonoto: ..
Dexter Fong: Roto refreshes
klokwkdog: they can go into Boston without being arrested now
llanwydd: ...
Dexter Fong: iilan gets fresh
Dexter Fong: llan
Dexter Fong: ...
klokwkdog: the last 359 years must have been a PITA for them
cease: a flat bread?
Dexter Fong: No yeast
klokwkdog: getting into Boston w/o getting arrested, Cat
cease: ive just invented tortillas
Dexter Fong: Noah Yeast and his all whisling Lemming choir
llanwydd: isn't it a pita
klokwkdog: of course, with the Big Dig leaking, it's not like it's worth much to be able to get stranded down there
klokwkdog: I guess they took that sign down that warned all the Indians to take I-495, too
cease: the ultimate money pit
llanwydd: what state is 495 in?
llanwydd: or states?
klokwkdog: the I-495 circumferential around Boston, Ilan
Dexter Fong: llan: THink 495 is a common term used for interstate rings around major cities
klokwkdog: Dex - yes, but the reference was in-scope to the local context
Dexter Fong: There's a 495 around DC
klokwkdog: it doesn't have a sign warning the Indians not to enter the City, though, Dex
llanwydd: I guess I've been on it. I'll never forget trying to find a southbound lane in Bostnn and going out of my mind
klokwkdog: Ilan -- it's a general prefix
llanwydd: I C
klokwkdog: Take any driving situation, add "in Boston" to make it a horror story...
Dexter Fong: LIke Major or Lieutenant
Dave: ok I'm falling asleep, so I'm gonna get off, happy thanksgiving to all
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
klokwkdog: same to ya buddy. goodnight Dave
Dave: RIP Nick
||||||||| "11:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dave, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
cease: same to you, dave
llanwydd: nite Dave!
klokwkdog: come to think of it, I wonder if the monster sign outside Boston is still up
Dexter Fong: The one warning monsters not to enter Boston?
klokwkdog: no, it says monsters must be taller than the sign is to attack the city
Dexter Fong: 'course the Green Monster is already there
klokwkdog: these liberals regulate everything
cease: good one, klok
cease: sounds like Zippy
llanwydd: did you know there's a Boston, England? I wonder if they get kidded about their namesake being bigger and more famous
klokwkdog: actually, it's a Far Side cartoon, Cat
cease: of course!
klokwkdog: much of the east coast is stuck with British, Dutch, French and Spanish town names
cease: is that still running?
klokwkdog: no, shut down AFAIK
cease: bring back the boston raga
cease: tell everybody that it aint' no saga
llanwydd: I saw a lot of dutch names today on a lot of road signs
klokwkdog: Philadelphia and NYC are a mess trying to pronounce stuff
klokwkdog: what the heck is a "kill" anyway...?
llanwydd: a kill is a river
klokwkdog: yeah, they ran the whole Hudson Valley for awhile
Dexter Fong: Klok: Well in paint ball, if you hit you're opponanat...
klokwkdog: oh, so it's like "avon" in Celtic
cease: avon and a two
Dexter Fong: Lawrence Shakespeare
klokwkdog: wonderful image, some dumb Roman points to the river and says, "What do you call that?" and the blue guy says, "Avon"...
cease: welk right in,shit right down
Dexter Fong: Lemming sisters let your hair hang down
klokwkdog: I'm just glad I never have to say "Schuylkill" or whatever it is anymore, much less drive it
cease: she loves you, ya ya ya
Dexter Fong: Hans has a woody...a woody shoe
klokwkdog: roto, you're turning gray...
Merlyn: Heard the versions that Peter Sellers did, cat?
Dexter Fong: Roto...
cease: i dont think so
llanwydd: I drove through Plattekill, Catskill and a couple of other kills today
cease: spaulding no longer turning, just drifting
Dexter Fong: KillBill
klokwkdog: LOL
llanwydd: and Roadkill
klokwkdog: the only kill of interest to me is e. fishkill where the cutting-edge IBM wafer fab plant is...
klokwkdog: thank you lord for this wonderful meal...
cease: groat cakes again
Dexter Fong: Use your entrancing tool
Dexter Fong: Wanda
cease: harry potter suddenly turned into a giant Roach
cease: and we smoked him
Dexter Fong: and he was good
Dexter Fong: and we got goodly stretched
cease: like boston scrod
Dexter Fong: or Arctic Char
llanwydd: I've smoked salmon
llanwydd: or at least eaten it
Dexter Fong: I've eaten Salmon Jerky and it wasn't that good
cease: the salmon jerky we get here is excellent
cease: the natives lived off salmon for thousands of years
Dexter Fong: Cat : Got mine in Oregon...and it wasn't that appetizing
llanwydd: I never sat in an arctic chair. But I'm sure I'll eat it like everything else
Dexter Fong: I just invented Lox
cease: i regualry have something called Indian Candy which is sweet jerked salmon
klokwkdog: http://www.greenmanreview.com/horsefliesrevisted.html (but it's generally the closeout song on Radio Nothing every Thursday AM at 10AM or whenever it goes off that day)
llanwydd: I knew a jerk like that once
klokwkdog: speaking of jerky, do they still sell Idaho Spud candy bars in the Pac. NW?
llanwydd: I smoke Spud Raleighs. The potato cigarrette
llanwydd: I'll bet people have smoked potato peels
cease: John Candy as Spuds Raleigh, the scourge of the spanish mane
Dexter Fong: and crab apple bark too
cease: the innuit used to makes shoes out of salmon
Dexter Fong: and socks out of smelt
Merlyn: that's why they floundered around so much
Dexter Fong: lol
llanwydd: I can imagine wearing soles on my feet
klokwkdog: groan
Dexter Fong: Lemming sole?
klokwkdog: she had salmon on the soles of her shoes...
cease: working for scale again, writers?
llanwydd: what do they do with the tartar sauce?
klokwkdog: yeah, that and running out of material
Dexter Fong: I wanna be in piscature
Dexter Fong: s
klokwkdog: where did jonas go when the lights went out?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:53 PM and Tazmutt steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Hello Tazz
cease: sword, fish?
Dexter Fong: Taz
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:54 PM, dragging erhgiherhgihterthgiB by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
klokwkdog: welcome Taz
Merlyn: hey taz
llanwydd: hey taz
Dexter Fong: BW giB
klokwkdog: trombone?
klokwkdog: get thee to Ninevah!
llanwydd: know any fish jokes, taz?
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: I passedcout over plot....
Dexter Fong: and there ye shall count to tenavah
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....er....uh....I passed out over plot....
Dexter Fong: Ploting your course now Big
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: damn turkey.....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ....
klokwkdog: we're waiting for Ninevah to burn...
cease: blame attaturk
Dexter Fong: Attaboy Attaturk
cease: blame the kurds
klokwkdog: ah, another victim who forgot to use the new espresso-flavor stuffing...
Dexter Fong: No whey
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: I took el tryptophan and never left thefarm....
klokwkdog: armenia for the armenians!
llanwydd: oh yes, Emile Attaturk.
Dexter Fong: Emile = Number of miles your email has to travel
klokwkdog knew him back when he was touring with the Young Turks
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....bath....towel....
||||||||| Tazmutt leaves to catch the 11:58 PM train to Hellmouth.
Rotonoto: attaturk + moslem equivalent of 'attaboy' awards
Rotonoto: (=)
llanwydd: LOL dex
klokwkdog: whew! thought u were a goner, Roto
cease: and veterans day
llanwydd: tazmutt: let's not go here. It is a silly place
Dexter Fong: Roto: I tried to refresh you but system wouldn't let me
Rotonoto: just wandered off for a few errands
cease: more to be thankfull for, roto
klokwkdog: night-errands?
Rotonoto: well, i refreshed myself with a delicious glass of famous Rotonoto fresh squeezed limeade
klokwkdog is immediately jealous
Dexter Fong: More Hito
Dexter Fong: Mo' Hito
cease: that limey's jujiced!
llanwydd: limeade's great. I first had it in Florida. It's quite popular there
klokwkdog: despite having squeezed one of his precious $$ real limes into the night's iced tea
Dexter Fong: And youre stuttering
||||||||| 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..
Dexter Fong: Klok: Here in NYC limes are much cheaper than lemons..lemmings too...like 5 for a dollar
llanwydd: I can get a lime for 33 cents at Wal-Mart
klokwkdog exists primarily on barely-sugared brewed iced tea flavored with the juice of an entire lime (at least, back when they were rationally priced)
cease: and a bunch of chinese fingers
klokwkdog: yikes! 4 for $2 at one store, 3 for $1 at Stop and Slop, and that's with the loyalty card!
llanwydd: lemming tree very pretty
klokwkdog: Are they 36s or 64s, Dex? The 64s are the size of marbles almost; at least these are reasonable sizes; sometimes they get 28s
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: best fresh key lime margaritas on the planet....Senor Frijoles....restaurant....Key Largo, FL....
Dexter Fong: Klok: Don't know that sizing nomenclature but medium size..not as small as say key limes
klokwkdog: If I drive forever to Sam's Club, they have bags of eight or nine 36s for $1.79
Dexter Fong: Squeeze it again Sam
klokwkdog: sounds like 36s. It's the # of limes that will fit on a carton flat. Each flat holds, say, 36 limes and there may be 8-10 flats per carton
klokwkdog buys an awful lot of limes; used to go thru 14 a week; cost has driven that to one a day...
llanwydd: you have to be a member of Sam's Club to shop there. What are the dues these days?
klokwkdog: $30 a year or so, Ilan, but I don't recommend it
klokwkdog: quality and service has gotten really bad in the last year, and Wal-Mart treats their employees like crap, if you've been reading the news
klokwkdog: next renewal, I may opt to switch to BJ's, which is unionized, has better selection, and treats their employees like human beings, not criminal scum/slave labor
llanwydd: that's what I've heard about the Wal-Mart in my hometown
Dexter Fong thinks a BJ is better than a Wall-Mart
klokwkdog: I was flabbergasted when I read that they locked their cleaning crews inside the stores at night so they wouldn't steal anything
llanwydd: but the service is really good at our Wal-Mart
Dexter Fong: Service is really good cause they're scared shitless
klokwkdog: I go to Wal-Mart occasionally, but they don't have much I want and the checkout lines are interminable. I went into a Wal-Mart supermarket in Smithfield NC once; never again. I'll stick to Food Lion. If you had ice cream, it would have melted.
klokwkdog: The nice Republicans who run North Kingstown allowed in a Home Depot on one side of me and a Wal-Mart on the other; traffic around here is now a real bitch.
cease: did y'
cease: did y'all see that Frontline on Walmart recently?
klokwkdog: no, heard about it
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: bring back "Piggly Wiggly"....
Dexter Fong: No but I'm aware of what bastards they are
cease: very good, as always
cease: how they killed off the Rubber Maid company, for one
klokwkdog used to work for Winn-Dixie and thought they were fairly evil...
llanwydd: Well, it looks like I'm finally going to get a good night's sleep. And I'd better start now. I'll most likely see you folks next Thirsty
cease: we had a piggly wiggly in van nuys, long ago
klokwkdog: nite, Ilan
cease: sleep well, llan
Rotonoto: Roto on phone with bozoette
Dexter Fong: Gonna check out early got company Night all see you next week..Klok: Thanks for Kens piece
Rotonoto: nite llan
Rotonoto: nite dex
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: by dex
klokwkdog: we need a "current events" emailer to set up election nite-type impromptu FST chats for mutual moral support...
Dexter Fong: Night Roto and Cat and Big and Merlyn the Gray
klokwkdog: nite Dex
klokwkdog: no car rotation tonite?
cease: suport those morals!
Merlyn: nite dex
Merlyn: I'll be going too
Merlyn: bye all
cease: by merl
cease: the turkeys take flight
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:16 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
klokwkdog: I guess I'll power down, too, as we approach true 00:00 on the right coast, not Catherwood's...
cease: midnight at the oasis.
cease: looks like thanksgiving's taking its toll
klokwkdog: they may indeed fly (remembering the classic WKRP episode) one day, but the tryptophan is certainly bringing us down! ;-)
klokwkdog: i'm not going to sleep immediately, but have to deal with Other Stuff here.
cease: ok klok. we'll met again next week. at least some of us will
klokwkdog: BTW, for those in the US, Circuit City has a great set of T-giving specials
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: 'nite, Merlyn....
cease: i hear the CBC calling my name. talk to you later, lads
klokwkdog: the nice thing is, although it looks like a 6AM type sale, most of them seem orderable online with free shipping and the same post-rebate insane price as the door-banging Huns will get
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:19 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs cease by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
klokwkdog: nite Cat, Dex, Roto, everyone
klokwkdog: I'mm outta here
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: I hope the Pilgrims had lots of beer....
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:20 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs klokwkdog by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: still out there, Roto? I need a little help with K P....
Rotonoto: sorry, tied up on phone right now with bozoette
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: my Mom was a bozoette at Ball State....
Rotonoto: ..
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bozoette', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:30 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bozoette: hi everyone
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: res ipsa loquitor....??
Rotonoto: greetings, Roto says welcome to Firesign turkey gala
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: High bozoette, festoons....!!
Rotonoto: ahhh, Roto get hung up in colorful crepe paper...
Bozoette: Roto making origami boulder
Rotonoto: ahhh- you mena Origami Boulder ©
Rotonoto: mean
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: preeeezzz....not to be torturin' me....
Rotonoto: Roto only make cheap offshore knockoff of original origami scam boulders
Rotonoto: yes, stop torturing me! in Radio prison they washa you brain of this unfortunate...
Bozoette: Kitty play with origami boulder - lots of fun
Bozoette: Which motor we about to be riding in?
Rotonoto: yes, wherre arrogant riuetenant Bradshaw of Motoficial cops?
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: godzirrrra meet amazon turkee....news at six ....when we'll tell ya about what we're about to tell ya about when w'll tell ya all about it....down at tere vrision prison....
Rotonoto: ah so, new character enter- who bozoette anyway?
Bozoette: Doesn't Roto remember - you had 2 ticket to Forbidden City
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: since we've been without the presence of ....a....ah....FEMALE!! in the rubber room....
Rotonoto: ahhh, Roto had much rice wine that evening...
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....AHH can't strop ruhhhhvin' you....
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....yu so smaht....
Rotonoto: park it and lock it- non responsive...
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: everybody's spreakin' at me....
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....WAHsahhhhhhhhhhhh-BEE....HOT STUFF....!!!!
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: ....????....
Rotonoto: errr, sorry, Roto still on phone with bozoette
erhgiherhgihterthgiB: Briggie croze eyes, watch back of eye ridz, gro to sreep....nite nite....
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:59 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs erhgiherhgihterthgiB by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Rotonoto: see ya guy, happy turkey memories, sleep well...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bozoette: Bozoette gettin' sleepy
Rotonoto: ahhh so, Roto get clobbered by sleepy, too...
Rotonoto: now, everybody go 'way, come back, have new adventure...
Bozoette: Bye
Rotonoto: bye, hope Roto see you again soon in Firesign land...
Rotonoto: get your hands off me, I'm a newsman, I gotta find out- Reeeebusssss!!!
Bozoette: you bet
||||||||| At 1:10 AM, Bozoette runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| "1:11 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Rotonoto, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| 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:
Bightrethighrehighre
Bozoette
Cat Refereee Yamamoto
cease
Dave
Dexter Fong
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
erhgiherhgihterthgiB
FB
Firebroiled
Fireturkey
klokwkdog
llanwydd
Merlyn
Monster Sound Yamamoto
Rotonoto

URL References:
http://www.firesigntheater.com/npr/
http://www.greenmanreview.com/horsefliesrevisted.html
http://www.letitblog.com/epic/
http://www.marion.ohio-state.edu/fac/schul/drp/aj.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