Weekly Firesign Chat Log

A Firesign Chat
12/16/2004

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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 December 16, 2004 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead in through the front door at 8:38 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: A, great to be...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 16, 2004 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Mudhead: wo0T
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:17 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: hey mudhead
Mudhead: hiya Merlyn
Merlyn: Hope you weren't too bored
Mudhead: pl g 1
Mudhead: not at all, playin uno on the other channel
Merlyn: I see
Mudhead: i keep winnin so i cant stop
Merlyn: Are you the same mudhead from earlier chats? It's so hard to tell.
Mudhead: yes
Merlyn: hokay
Merlyn: more people should start showing up soon
Mudhead: aahh, good
Mudhead: have you missed me?
Merlyn: mmmm, not really...
Mudhead: thats good
Merlyn: If you were phil austin, though...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with muhammed katzenstein close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
muhammed katzenstein: anybody here yet?
Mudhead: wheres here?
Merlyn: I'm over there
muhammed katzenstein: there there
Mudhead: hear here
Merlyn: wear where?
muhammed katzenstein: there ought to be more of us at 9:27
Merlyn: I used to be two, but that was years ago
muhammed katzenstein: when you're having more than one
muhammed katzenstein: well then, Mr...Head, you don't go to school?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bubba's Brain close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:33 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: now i cut down the tree tho
Mudhead: hadda make a new flute
Merlyn: Hey bb
Bubba's Brain: Hmmm, I seem to have stumbled on to somehting.
muhammed katzenstein: hey bub
Bubba's Brain: hey, all.
Mudhead: hiya bub
Bubba's Brain: Anyone ever work at a record store?
Mudhead: no, but i played one on the radio
Bubba's Brain is not an actor, but he plays one on the radio..."
Merlyn: no one has ever worked at a record store
Mudhead: what speed do you play an actor at?
Bubba's Brain: true.
Bubba's Brain: thirty three and a third.
muhammed katzenstein: no, but I do look like one
Mudhead: sure thats not a turd?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Bubba's Brain: That's why there are so many dizzy blondes in hollywood
cease: greetings
muhammed katzenstein: hey cat
Bubba's Brain: hey cat
cease: ich bin ein jelly donut
Mudhead: hiya cat
Merlyn: hi kat
cease: not just in hollywood. dizzyness is universal
Merlyn: we have a cat and a katzenstein
muhammed katzenstein: ich bin ein blootwurst
Bubba's Brain: cat and Katz... the katzenjammer kids.
Merlyn: the kat and stein pub
cease: what was the cop called on that strip?
Bubba's Brain: O, hell, I don't know.
cease: just read new yorker article about charles shultz. very interesting
cease: it's on the tip of my cranial tongue
muhammed katzenstein: my favorite cartoonist was b. kliban
cease: mine was rand holmes. like shultz, he's dead now
cease: not surprisingly, it was the cartoon issue of new yorker
muhammed katzenstein: shultz is dead? I don't keep up with these things
cease: a few years ago
Merlyn: yep, was news around the megamall with camp snoopy
cease: is that mall near you, merl?
Merlyn: about 4 miles
muhammed katzenstein: kliban died in 1990
Bubba's Brain sings "Its a mall world after all..."
cease: the author's infaturation with peanuts is something i can identify with
Merlyn: peanuts the food or the comic strip?
cease: i'm visiting my parents in la in a couple of weeks and will retreive some of my peanuts collection from their house.
Merlyn: the peanut is neither a pea nor a nut - it's a mammal
cease: the comic strip.
muhammed katzenstein: I'm infatuated with walnuts. I buy them at Wal-Mart
cease: my father was a ford dealer when shultz was shilling for falcon in the early 60s. i have some rare items from that era. i wonder what i can get for them on ebay?
cease: isnt that a character on the sopranos?
muhammed katzenstein: they're poly-infaturated
Merlyn: what kind of items?
cease: obscure ford items. i have a box fulll of little red buttons that have snoopy on them crooning, i love falcon. also some stuff you really had to be a ford dealer to get, like company newsletters to dealers with shultz stuff just for them
Merlyn: anywho, what cop on the katzenjammer kids, cat? You mean the captain?
cease: was that it ? the captain? i just remember them throwing bricks at a cop
cease: do listen to franken's show, merl? i know he grew up in minneapolis but he only occasionally puts on a minnesota accent and it's quite amusing
muhammed katzenstein: I loved the katzenjammer kids. Fascinating to have a German family on a tropical island. It was surreal
Merlyn: there was also "der inspector", but he was a truant officer
cease: yes i remember coconuts
cease: i jsut remember the heaved bricks
Merlyn: I sometimes catch franken's show; saw him at the Mn state fair
cease: not so surreal to Hitler
cease: apparently he wants to run for senator in 06
cease: the other air america folks mock him for that. maybe he'll win if he can get the wrestling vote
cease: will james brown recover from prostrate cancer? stay tuned
Merlyn: the katzenjammer strip turned into two competing strips - one by the original artist, the other by the newspaper that owned the strip name
cease: ah, the news is fun
Merlyn: franken could probably do well in a run.
muhammed katzenstein: I've meant to ask you something, cat. The part about Edgar Cayce on "Neal Amid" is engrossing. What is your take on Cayce. A fraud or a phenomenon? is
cease: i really don't know, katz. i know neal and his wife were serious devotees and that devotion did their marraige a lot of good
cease: like the southpark take on mormonism.
muhammed katzenstein: interesting
cease: i corresponded with neal's wife and she's still a devotee
cease: however he did it, he did cure a number of people.
cease: i don't think he knew how he did it.
muhammed katzenstein: I've never seen anyone try to debunk Cayce
cease: i speculate in Neal Amid that it's the sort of power that randomly appears in the species
cease: no, his healings were well documented
muhammed katzenstein: sounds jungian
cease: i dont know if its a collective consciousness thing, more chaotic genes
cease: is everyone listening to naomi klien on the majority report?
cease: unfortunately the contest for greatest canadian on cbc was limited to men but if women were on the list, i think she'd win
muhammed katzenstein: I don't get the majority report
cease: a kind of female tommy douglas, at least politically
cease: if you have a computer,yhou get it, katz
||||||||| Catherwood enters with klokwkdog-sickle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: hey kwd
klokwkdog-sickle: hello everyone!
cease: www.airamericaradio.com
muhammed katzenstein: hey klok, hey yam
cease: hi klok
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Cathewood hat copped our RIGHETOUS SPEED again I see
Bubba's Brain: getting hammered, sickle?
klokwkdog-sickle: who on what? i'm listening to Jimi Hendrix doing "Hey Joe" on the KCRW MBE rebroadcast...
Merlyn: hey sgt maj
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: what on air america tht would make me switch off a classic reggae tune?
klokwkdog-sickle: it was coooooooold last night; still thawing
cease: naomi klien
Merlyn: he's on speed
cease: actually doing some canuck news
cease: hey joe is reggae?
cease: pm martin seemed to welcome us deserters today
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: No, I'm listening to Reggae on (((XM)))
cease: i thought it was a very old blues song
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
muhammed katzenstein: hey joe, let's get together and feel all right
klokwkdog-sickle: is there news in canada? oh, yeah, the Inuit are gonna sue the US for warming the globe...
cease: you have xm?
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: yeah
cease: the firesigns leave and you sign up?
Mudhead: n down?
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Old '93 panasonic boom box brreathed it's last, found an XM boomer I liked
Mudhead: mmmmm
Mudhead: laggged bad
cease: used xm?
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: New
Merlyn: they have portable XM radios now
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: AM-FM-CD/MP3/XM
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Has a nice sound and half decent AM reception
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: and was cheap
Mudhead: they still broadcast in AM?
klokwkdog-sickle: Yam -- are you in the boonies?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:04 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Billville."
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Yep
cease: is air america on xm?
Elayne: It's not neither 10:04...
Bubba's Brain: E e e e e e e e e e e e
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Gey I get a music station on AM
Mudhead: Elayne my dear welcome
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Cat: Mostly
cease: the lawyer for the us deserter trying to get refugee status in canada
Elayne: Mudhead? As in, Richard? Is that you???
Bubba's Brain: 25 or 6 to 4
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: oi
cease: hi el
Elayne: Evenin' all...
muhammed katzenstein: hi e
cease: it's a difrerent mudhead, el
klokwkdog-sickle: hullo, elayne
Merlyn: refugee status? You can get tierra del fuego!
Elayne: Ah, there are so many Mudheads about... sorry, I got all excited there, went plumb forward into the past...
Mudhead: im the one from a while back
Merlyn: hi E
cease: it's a veritable Hopi Hoedown
cease: a friend of mine is trying to get refugee status here. she's not a soldier, though
Elayne: Hey Brian, did you ever do any more with that cool little robot that picked up things?
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: I have it on now
klokwkdog-sickle: they're all from awhile back...
Elayne: I visited the page again last week and it seemed pretty much the same.
Merlyn: Is there a head mudhead?
Mudhead: i took a while to recuperate but im back now
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Nice and depressing
Merlyn: Been working on it E, but haven't put up new stuff. I got teleporting bugs
cease: richard arnold used that nick in the early days of this chat
Elayne: Oh dear, Brian, sounds serious. My bugs all stay in one place.
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: commercials ugh
cease: will you be posting new stuff to the site from the tour, merl?
Elayne: Yeah, as Cat says... the IRC days...
Merlyn: Elayne, phil austin said he really liked playing with it
Mudhead: i was last here six months or so back
Elayne: It's very fun and therapeutic!
Mudhead: or maybe longer
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: I think it's cute
Merlyn: I think so, cat, though I haven't made plane reservations. I think I'll only make saturday shows, though, so I'll fly out over the weekend
Elayne: I've been here forever. And that's just this month!
Mudhead: i've been in the hospital so long
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: ack
Elayne: Hey, where's Unca Dex tonight? Did he show up yet?
cease: but you're out now, mud?
Elayne: Glad you're out and (presumably) healthy, Mudhead...
Merlyn: no dex yet. you feeling better, mudhead?
Mudhead: thnx E
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Stay out of hospitals mesel, they're all full of sick ppl
cease: i'll try and join this chat from la
Mudhead: come visit the casino and we'll meet
klokwkdog-sickle: yeah, i'm sick of them
Elayne: Yeah, what Yam said! Icky sicky people`
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Cooties n'at
Elayne: Which casino would that be, Mudhead?
klokwkdog-sickle: you're off to LA again, Cat?
muhammed katzenstein: I've been here a couple of years. Anybody recognize me?
cease: january 4-9. make sure my parents are still alive
Mudhead: Mohegan or Foxwoods E
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: You look familiar
Merlyn: bartlett's is full of [sic] people
klokwkdog-sickle: you look just like all the other NICs, katz
Elayne: I have no idea who you are, MK. But then, I keep forgetting everyone's handle, I'm much better with real names.
Mudhead: remeber me now?
Elayne: Ah, Mudhead, my ex-husband's old stomping grounds...
cease: you're one of the tiny number of people who has heard neal amid so it shouldnt be to hard to figure out who you are
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: I hear about them on the radio
klokwkdog-sickle: ah, going there for a mirror fog test
Elayne: Mudhead, unless you're my ex-husband I'm afraid I still don't remember. I'm forgetting more and more nowadays.
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: I remember him
klokwkdog-sickle: oh, you must have that disease, then E
Elayne: Yes, Globner's Disease!
muhammed katzenstein: nobody knows who I am. Alright I'm going out and I'll be back as someone else
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto: Globners?
Elayne: At least that's what I think it's called...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elton Bob close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: I last saw ya when you were moving E
klokwkdog-sickle: we're still working on the first puzzle, katz...have pity on us...
Elton Bob: remember me now?
Elayne: Dex is the only one who came to see us during the last move...
Elayne: Argh, why can't people just use their real names? :)
klokwkdog-sickle: you may remember him as Betty Jo Bialowski...
Elayne: Everyone knew him as Nancy!\
Mudhead: I know, I wasnt able to help
cease: better than being known as Sluggo
Mudhead: oh no
||||||||| Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cease: i use part of my real name. that's enough
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Sluggo Yamamoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:13 PM, then departs.
klokwkdog-sickle: wait a minute...
Elayne: And I use my real name, but then I almost always have.
Sluggo Yamamoto: hahah
||||||||| klokwkdog-sickle says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, klokwkdog-sickle exits at 10:13 PM.
Elayne: Ewww! It's Sluggo!
cease: is that so, penny?
Sluggo Yamamoto: me too
Mudhead: neway, glad all have remained
||||||||| Catherwood ushers LLANWYDD into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:13 PM, then departs.
LLANWYDD: alright now you know who I am
||||||||| Catherwood enters with stephenfosterkane-sickle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Elayne: Well, now I know who you are. :)
Elayne: I'm sorry, I'm a thickie tonight...
Bubba's Brain: who are you
LLANWYDD: but I've never been all caps before
cease: very dramatic, llan
Bubba's Brain: who am I
Sluggo Yamamoto: You look bigger
Mudhead: stronger
cease: i know of your skill at creating chartacters
Sluggo Yamamoto: That's what cats do
cease: you're a veritable Mel Blanc
stephenfosterkane-sickle: gad, first muhammed, then LLANWYDD. kwd getting very, very confused for no good reason
Sluggo Yamamoto draws a mel blanc
stephenfosterkane-sickle: someone who works with networks a lot?
Bubba's Brain: veritable... veritable....
Mudhead: i did
Sluggo Yamamoto: Networks?!? Liberal Media! Aieeeee!
Mudhead: my last job
cease: permanently retired?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tom Teslacle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
LLANWYDD: I was muhammed because I couldn't go to the mountains
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nah, we're all just re-grooving...
Mudhead: disability now
stephenfosterkane-sickle: hey, Tom!
Merlyn: is that the right Teslacle or the left Teslacle?
Tom Teslacle: Hay sfks the left Merl
stephenfosterkane-sickle: one from vas deferens A and one from vas deferens B...
cease: poor goebles has no balls at all
Sluggo Yamamoto: chinese?
Mudhead: do you have a network question?
Bubba's Brain: It makes no deferens to me....
Elayne: Is there a vas deferens between the two, or are they similar?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: an heir-generator and a spare, E
Bubba's Brain: HOw do you deferens-she-ate between the two?
Elayne: I wouldn't know, my generator's been dead for about six months now...
stephenfosterkane-sickle: time to trade in the core at Pep Boys and get new, E
Tom Teslacle: Do you speak of Robin E?
Bubba's Brain: splitting heirs?
Elayne: All the peppy boys in the world wouldn't help now, Stephen...
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elton Bob - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| muhammed katzenstein - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: ah, monty python in decline is a sad thing to see
Elayne: No Tom, of myself. No regeneration here. I'm the last of mine.
cease: thankfully we'll never see it with the firesigns
stephenfosterkane-sickle: these things happen, you know...
cease: not necessarily so
Tom Teslacle: Bummer E!
LLANWYDD: I wish monty would make another movie. Or at least a tv special. or an album
Elayne: Just so, Stephen. I'm not fretting growing older, considering the alternative. A kid would have been nice, but oh well...
stephenfosterkane-sickle: ya can't be 20 forever, Cat
cease: gimme immortality or give me Monty
Elayne: Anyone up to see Spamalot when it opens? I imagine tickets will be hard to come by.
Sluggo Yamamoto: Full Monty?
cease: splitting heirs is a flick i watched on tv cuz it had eric idle in it. a waste of his and my time
stephenfosterkane-sickle: there's a huge oversupply to choose from, E, and they may look nice on TV, but are an absolute nightmare for 20 years...
cease: might be good, el
Sluggo Yamamoto: Hey we're "Defending Freedom!"
Mudhead: juss a half, I hadda sell half
LLANWYDD: Spamalot? What's that?
Tom Teslacle: I've been seeing spam-a-lot all day today gotta get better filters!
cease: when does it open?
Elayne: In February, Cat. Hey, that might be an idea for when you come over...
cease: that would be a TRIP
Mudhead: where is it e?
Sluggo Yamamoto: I really hate those goddam gair regrowth commercials
Sluggo Yamamoto: hair
LLANWYDD: I've got an idea for a Python film. "Broadway Melody of 2005".
stephenfosterkane-sickle: of course, as a guy, there is a special resonance for women that we can never fully comprehend
Merlyn: You can check http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com
stephenfosterkane-sickle now fades briefly to attend to arranging pre-made dinner
LLANWYDD: everybody's checking the link
cease: i would love to do that!
Elayne: Dex and I passed it a couple weeks ago when we had lunch together.
Tom Teslacle: Squeeze Dex right there and maybe he'll pass another one?
Elayne: Schubert Theatre on W. 44th, between 7th and 8th.
Sluggo Yamamoto: You get to clean up after, tom
Mudhead: lol
Elayne: Previews 2/14, opens St. Patty's Day.
Mudhead: in Feb?
Sluggo Yamamoto: Passing a theatre hyrts I hear tell
Tom Teslacle: Oh a west side story kewl!
Tom Teslacle: Too busy Sluggo I'm workinbg on my motor operated push over!
Sluggo Yamamoto: aja
Elayne: Spamalot has a great website, but I don't get the pictures of women in RenFaire garb....
Tom Teslacle: Excellant album Sluggo!
Sluggo Yamamoto: Now Alan Colmes on XM
Mudhead: only hertz if its onna radio
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dave', just granted probation at 10:29 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: My friend Leah has better RenFaire garb than that...
Elayne: Hi Dave!
Dave: one more day til Dave is off for Christmas break!
Sluggo Yamamoto: Elaine, it make men think of mom.....
cease: hi dave
LLANWYDD: guess what? I'm doing two plays at once. Beside touring with "Diary of Anne Frank" I'm doing "Richard III" with a different company. The director called me a little while ago and asked me to play the Duke of Clarence. The two rehearsal schedules fit together like puzzle pieces
Sluggo Yamamoto: Hi dave
cease: break those christmases
Sluggo Yamamoto: and OI
LLANWYDD: evening Dave!
Elayne: If so, Yam, they must be ancient men indeed, for their mothers to have lived in the faux Renaissance.
Dave: I'll look back at this chat log and laugh at myself, thinking how trivial that is
cease: good for you, llan
Tom Teslacle: Hi Dave?
Elayne: Unless of course we're talking about the '60s.
cease: still deviant, tom?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: howdy dave
Dave: good one cat, did you get my snail?
Dave: or slug
cease: i did dave, but my cassette recorded not back from the shop yet.
Sluggo Yamamoto: ew
cease: it was supposed to be fixed but wasnt.
Tom Teslacle: Well I am the author of TESLACLE'S DEVIANT, a corollary to FUDD'S LAW Cease.
cease: i have the kerouac discs converted to mp3 and i want to give you some stuff i only have on cassete. that will change soon
LLANWYDD: I've got to get myself a late dinner. Be back in about ten
Tom Teslacle: Boy I need a new keyboarddddddd
cease: would a lidboard do?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: euuuu, Cat
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rotonoto into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:33 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Bye llan!
stephenfosterkane-sickle: howdy Roto!!
Elayne: Hello Roto!
Tom Teslacle: I've got a lid out in the car Cease!
Bubba's Brain: half a keyboard, I had to share the other half with the soundman
Sluggo Yamamoto: Only has Ctrl-Alt-Del keys, ideal for windoze
Rotonoto: hi guys
cease: roto
Rotonoto: howza?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nite Ilan
Tom Teslacle: Young Guy!
Sluggo Yamamoto: nite
cease: road apple red?
Sluggo Yamamoto: oi roto
cease: llan
Tom Teslacle: As a matter of fact cease!
Rotonoto: which motor we about to be riding in, boss?
Rotonoto: oi, oi
Mudhead: road apple red rash
Rotonoto: (oi oi, Sir)
Sluggo Yamamoto: goddam weight-loss commercials
stephenfosterkane-sickle: uh, oh. avian flu, then?
cease: heard famous firesign fan spider robinson read from his new novel on monday at the downtown library.
cease: he has a scene set in 1967 where panama red makes an appearance
Tom Teslacle: And to think all I had to do was to put the balls on the "other side"!
Mudhead: eat and you'll lose weight
cease: sleep and you'll lose sheep
Sluggo Yamamoto: I'm 146 now
Mudhead: getting heavy in here
Rotonoto: those ballw will mean your fortune, Tom
Sluggo Yamamoto: I don't think I need to lose weight
Tom Teslacle: By the New Riders of the Purple Sage cease?
Tom Teslacle: I'll patents it Roto and name it afetr Nancy!
Rotonoto: Roto off for brief kitchen forage...
Rotonoto: heh!
Bubba's Brain sings "Purple Sage... purple sage"
cease: purple haze, around my hard drive
stephenfosterkane-sickle never leaves his shorts in the kitchen...other places, but not the kitchen...
Sluggo Yamamoto: Jazz
Tom Teslacle: No Bubba Panama Red ya know, Every year along about this time it all goes dry. Nothing round for love or monet that will get you high...
Elayne: I think I'll be off as well. Getting old, need more sleep. :)
Sluggo Yamamoto: XM does have a good Jazz channel
cease: no sink fucking for klok?
Sluggo Yamamoto: Nite E
Mudhead: no picasso?
Elayne: Night all!
Sluggo Yamamoto: cat: ew
Tom Teslacle: Nite E!
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nite E
Bubba's Brain: sink fucking?
Mudhead: g'nite E
||||||||| Elayne runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:38 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
stephenfosterkane-sickle: wrong hardware here, Cat
Sluggo Yamamoto: Don't ask
cease: spider was referring to the actual substance he scored in nyc or thereabouts at the time, not the tune
Bubba's Brain: Wait, dont turn on the disposaaaaaaaal!!!!!
Tom Teslacle: Need faster keyboard Mud!
Sluggo Yamamoto: Don't tell
Tom Teslacle: Ah!
cease: that woman from fatal attractin will be so dissappointed
Mudhead: juss realllllly lagged
||||||||| 10:38 PM -- Dave left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Tom Teslacle: Yes was copping keys for $150 of PR in 1968 yum!
Mudhead: I will take your balls and go
cease: i remember when that was a lot of money
cease: spider had this far too long riff about how long ago 67 was
stephenfosterkane-sickle: yeah, in today's US$, that's what, 1.4 million?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: what're we against the Loonie now, Cat? 25¢?
Tom Teslacle: 1.5 mill sfks
Mudhead: g'nite all
cease: an album was $2.99 or something. gas was almost free
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nite Mudhead!
cease: loony got up to .85, now back towards 80-81.
Tom Teslacle: Nite Mud
Sluggo Yamamoto: nite mud
cease: muddle on
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 10:41 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Sluggo Yamamoto: We'll be on the Yaun soon enough
stephenfosterkane-sickle remembers distinctly paying 27¢/gal. for indie regular back then
cease: thanks for review of earthsea, klok. we'll get it in canada eventually
Tom Teslacle: Casino Windsor was giving 70 .
Sluggo Yamamoto: The Chines have bought an option on our collective souls
stephenfosterkane-sickle: ur welcome, Cat
Sluggo Yamamoto: $0.25 I remember in 71
cease: Les Chinoise?
Sluggo Yamamoto: si
cease: obviouly the reviewer hadnt read the books.
Tom Teslacle: I thought US plus oiwned our souls, the Chinese you say...
Sluggo Yamamoto: god fill yr tank for $3
stephenfosterkane-sickle: new owner took possession, Tom
Sluggo Yamamoto: The Chinese Bought US plus
Tom Teslacle: I remember & ccents a gall when I was a kid in a price war when gas was 15 cent a gallon.
Bubba's Brain: I remember walking to the 7-11 to get candy when gas was still 20-something cents.
cease: i fear all of leguin's wonderful words will dissappear when televised, as was largely the case in lo rings
Tom Teslacle: Oops 7 ccents a gal.
cease: now i'm into creating visual realities, i'm interested to see what will be done with leguin's richly detailed world
stephenfosterkane-sickle: well, you understand the problem, Cat -- make it happen in <2 hours (or do a mini-series like the Raj quartet)
Sluggo Yamamoto: I remember being put out when candy bars jumped to a quarter
Tom Teslacle: If Peter jackson gets his paws on it it will be totally f-cked!
Bubba's Brain: me too
Sluggo Yamamoto: ow
stephenfosterkane-sickle: like Ray Brabury talking about doing screenplay for Moby Dick
Sluggo Yamamoto: cats got sharp bits
cease: the trilogy in 2 hours?
LLANWYDD: I'd hate to see the Chinese own the idea of America, Yam
Sluggo Yamamoto: btw cat: you may appreciate this or not: http://mryamamoto.topcities.com/zappa/wesley.htm
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:46 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Tom Teslacle: Whatever happen to Ray when did he become a hupotwit?
Sluggo Yamamoto: all others, as well
cease: it seemed from the review that it was a 2-day affair
cease: hi dex
Bubba's Brain: Dex!
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Fiire-ends
Sluggo Yamamoto: LLAN: Too late
stephenfosterkane-sickle: welcome, Dex -- you just missed a slightly blue Elayne
Tom Teslacle: Hay Dex!
Rotonoto: oh Dex. like a little flower my intense appreciation of it...
cease: she's moving to a red state? horrors!
Dexter Fong: I told Elayne not work blue
Tom Teslacle: A red state you say Bunner! No wonder she's blue!
Rotonoto: they still have blue laws in your towne?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: no, Cat, in general, taking a large printed work and making it into a 2-hour visual; didn't notice the Leguinn because I can't see it either...
Dexter Fong: Hiya Klok,Bubba Cat, LLAN, Roto, Yam and TT
stephenfosterkane-sickle: dex - life blue, not work blue
Dexter Fong: Why was E blue?
Sluggo Yamamoto: OI dex: http://mryamamoto.topcities.com/zappa/wesley.htm
LLANWYDD: hi dex
Sluggo Yamamoto: oops
Rotonoto: song wrote blue, everybody knows one...
cease: i understand the concept, klok. but rarely seen it executed
Sluggo Yamamoto: already did that:P
stephenfosterkane-sickle: check log, Dex
Dexter Fong: Will do later Klok
cease: i thought sonya braga pulled it off with dona flor and gabriella
Sluggo Yamamoto czechs log, finds worms and hot cheese
stephenfosterkane-sickle: it is possible to read it; comes up in another window... ;-)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd in through the front door at 10:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did you see that Sea-earth thing..got t4errible reviews, but then SciFi generally does
Tom Teslacle: ggo Frank was my pumkin!
llanwydd: back in my element
cease: zirconium?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: well, Cat, it's pretty much impossible to make everyone happy, doing explicit images that they already have something in their head for
llanwydd: sci-fi had it's day
Tom Teslacle: How did kewl site turn into ggo?
Merlyn: lower case llan
Sluggo Yamamoto: elementary
Dexter Fong: But Klok: If I do that, I'll miss all the exposition
cease: not broadcast here, dex. i'll probly have to wait for the dvd
cease: exactly, klok
stephenfosterkane-sickle: same problem with music videos, Cat
stephenfosterkane-sickle: it's almost like jazz: you take another form and do riffs on it that those who've heard the classic tune get a chuckle from and the ones who haven't...well, the joke's on them, eh?
Tom Teslacle: Oops got company keep'em flying y'all! New mags out http://www.issuesandalibis.org
llanwydd: there is really nothing new in sci-fi, is there? What scientific discoveries and advancements haven't already been covered
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nite Tom!
cease: ernie?
Sluggo Yamamoto: nite
cease: newness never ceases
Tom Teslacle: Yep cease I was in dis skys!
stephenfosterkane-sickle: several forms of the collective genre, Ilan
||||||||| Tom Teslacle rushes off, saying "10:54 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
stephenfosterkane-sickle: exposition on current or projected technology
cease: i have no problems with music videos. that's my current project
stephenfosterkane-sickle: sociological projections that may or may not be set around extrapolated science
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off LLANWYDD at 10:55 PM
Merlyn: killed the uppercase twit
cease: jeeves?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: pure-out fantasy, which moves past science and into unreal settings to allow new kinds of storytelling
Merlyn: the uppercase twit of the year
llanwydd: well, projected technology goes just so far
Bubba's Brain: Wasn't he in that NPR Great Performances production of "Uppercase, Lowercase"
Rotonoto: sunrise, sunset...
stephenfosterkane-sickle: 90% of music videos don't have anything to do with the music that **I** hear
cease: starring psmith and mayor pnisnose
llanwydd: I'm just being a devil's advocate. Or as we say it now, a troll
Bubba's Brain: I turned on MTV early in the morning and saw something very unusual for MTV..... a video.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Well I scanned the log and saw no real sign of E's blueness
cease: how's lodestone going, bub?
llanwydd: I've never liked music videos. I've hated MTV since it started
cease: people stocking up on your cds for xmas?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: Ilan -- that's what we called them back in Middle Earth, except that they were very literally so -- not the best of company
Bubba's Brain: good.... been busy with the holidays.
Merlyn: I really liked some of the characters in "Uppercase, Lowercase"
cease: the umlaut was great
Merlyn: that was only for German TV
Bubba's Brain: I don't know, some of them were too Elite for me.
stephenfosterkane-sickle: i thought the vowels were more or less prima donnas, Merlyn
Dexter Fong: I liked the Subconitnental version; Upper Caste, Lower Caste, Don't Touch me There"
Merlyn: The US version had (ma)tilde
llanwydd: are you going to get me started on Middle Earth again? I'm still trying to find out where the hell it is?
Bubba's Brain sings "I shot the serif..."
cease: between hell and disneyland
Merlyn: Middle Earth is right between the Upper Crust and the Nether Regions
llanwydd: the trolls in middle earth weren't devil's advocates
Dexter Fong: "but I did not stab the Asterisk"
stephenfosterkane-sickle: no, no, the ZONE, Ilan. Look at the maps....sheesh
Bubba's Brain: Was that Sam Serif... or Omar Serif.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bubba's Brain: Whoever it was he was really Bold.
cease: asteroid approaching earth, president bartlett. will you relax shrimp duties or die first?
Merlyn: Like Max Headroom, "20 minutes into the future"
llanwydd: believe it or not I planted some ents last year. They keep the neighbors away
Dexter Fong sings "Nothing could be finer than to be in Sarifina in the Morning"
Bubba's Brain: I tal ic like it its.
||||||||| Sluggo Yamamoto rushes off, saying "11:01 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bubba's Brain: Run , forrest, Run!
cease: and keep the wolves awake
Dexter Fong: By Sluggo, my best to nancy and Aunt Fritzi
stephenfosterkane-sickle: who shot the sam serif?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: run forrest crunch -- Ben & Jerry's announces a special flavor for idiots...
Bubba's Brain: I did, he was a real pica.
cease: une swell pizza
stephenfosterkane-sickle: you mean....nick?
Bubba's Brain sings "When will the ever kern, when will the eeevvveerrr kern."
Dexter Fong: Saint Nick's swell pizza
Dexter Fong: Kern, Kern, Kern
cease: all over the highway in mystic...
llanwydd: speaking of ice cream, I heard of a place that sells the weirdest flavors. Onion, garlic, fish. I saw it on the internet
stephenfosterkane-sickle: you should try Nick Swell's sainted pizza -- the one topping only the Church can provide
Dexter Fong: The road to Middle Earth is paved with good ents
stephenfosterkane-sickle used to come out of Baskin-Robbins eating licorish ice cream
Merlyn: a boardwalk?
Dexter Fong: What did you go in eating, Klok?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: someone would say, "What flavor is that?" and I'd say, "Stone."
cease: better jump down, turn around, pick a bale o licorice
Bubba's Brain sings "just what makes that little old ent, think he can move a rubber-tree plent..."
stephenfosterkane-sickle: nothing Dex, just chewing my cud...
Dexter Fong: How cuddely
cease: you must have been a prisoner in the war with the cows
llanwydd: baskin robbins has had some good unusual flavors. Pumpkin is one. Bubble gum was another
stephenfosterkane-sickle: it's better now, Cat -- Archer Daniels Midland has GM'ed it!
stephenfosterkane-sickle: maybe I was a...spy, Cat
cease: i remember enjoying a lemon something when i was a kid
cease: lemon custard or something. unusual and delicious
Dexter Fong: A lemon snickety?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: yeah, back before they changed the water, Cat
Bubba's Brain: A Lemon Entree', my dear Watson?
cease: a flavour at baskins
stephenfosterkane-sickle: ah, Anderson's Custard. I ate 7000 of them...
Dexter Fong: Bub: =))
llanwydd: lemon curry?
cease: what's on first, who's on 2nd....
cease: follow the python
stephenfosterkane-sickle: very UK, Ilan
cease: and then turned into Andersonville?
stephenfosterkane-sickle: Anderson's is iconic, Cat. Surprised its fame didn't extend into Ontario...
stephenfosterkane-sickle: Dex must know whereof I speek
llanwydd: I had a dream once that I went to an ice cream stand and asked "What kind of ice cream do you have"? The lady said "Pasta" and started scooping this stringy, gloppy stuff.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Actually I don't..never heard of them
Bubba's Brain: Und vat do you zink this means, my dear fellow.
stephenfosterkane-sickle: legendary frozen custard place. first one on Sheridan Drive, I think (but that's like saying it's "on Peachtree Street" in Atlanta or Watling Street in UK)
llanwydd: I hate to think what it means
Dexter Fong: Armenian Ice Cream?
Bubba's Brain: We all scream in Armenian!
Dexter Fong: Klok: Nope, but there was a famous (in the Niagara Frontier) custard stand in Youngstown
cease: i know not of ontario.
cease: this was ice cream i ate in la in the 50s, maybe 50s
Rotonoto: must...have...pasta...ice cream
Bubba's Brain: I'm helpless, helpless, helpless.
Dexter Fong: Pasta Ice cream...must be Neapolitan
cease: latest might have been 69 or so
stephenfosterkane-sickle: Dex - http://www.andersonscustard.com/
cease: lemon custard flavoured ice cream at baskin robbins
Bubba's Brain: I thought Neil Young told me that Big Bird flew to Onterio.
cease: i havent voluntarily eaten ice cream since then
stephenfosterkane-sickle: yeah, I think I remember that, Cat
cease: helpless, shelpless, shcleppless
stephenfosterkane-sickle: the nice thing about a national chain (Anderson's is very, very local to NY)
Rotonoto: this fall the rage in this burb was pumpkin ice cream- not as bad as it sounds
Dexter Fong: Thanks Klok...Beef on 'wick, ummmmmmm
stephenfosterkane-sickle: ;-)
llanwydd: I hope I live to taste caviar ice cream. Maybe not
cease: pumpkin pie is good stuff
Rotonoto: beef on schtick- we do performance art, eat beef, you watch and pay artist
Dexter Fong: Well done please
stephenfosterkane-sickle: Roto -- let's just say I'd take a lot of convincing and probably a couple of free samples...
Rotonoto: origami beef wellington
llanwydd: i've had pumpkin ice cream at baskin robbins. I don't care much for ice cream but pumpkin is one of my favorites
Rotonoto: OK, but artist eat all samples, you just watch- this performance art
Dexter Fong: I thought it was a roast, Roto
Bubba's Brain: I'm gonna get outtta here. Later, y'all.
cease: fat content getting too high. i should put on boom dot bust
Dexter Fong: Night Bubba
cease: bb
llanwydd: you will never be a starving artist
Rotonoto: later bubs
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bubba's Brain by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
stephenfosterkane-sickle is addicted to ice cream and sometimes has to call for a friend's support to get through holidays...
Rotonoto: llan: you so discerning ;-)
Rotonoto: twelfth step: having gotten over our addiction and upon losing all weight, we promptly relapse
stephenfosterkane-sickle: well, I'm going to re-flag my moniker; back ina sec
||||||||| stephenfosterkane-sickle says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, stephenfosterkane-sickle exits at 11:19 PM.
Merlyn: I'm gonna go too
||||||||| Outside, the 11:20 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving klokwkdog-warmer coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: the solution. Begin your diet in January
klokwkdog-warmer: nite merlyn
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn
cease: merl
||||||||| At 11:20 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
klokwkdog-warmer forgot to advance the thermostat when he got home from shopping -- makes all the difference!
llanwydd: nite moyl
Rotonoto: bye merl
cease: heaving fields of numbing hemp
Rotonoto: Performance art site (my latest inspiration for cutups) http://www.origamiboulder.com/
llanwydd: why so few of us tonight
cease: corn cousins forking in the whoop fields
Rotonoto: Roto scare them all off with champagne gong!
klokwkdog-warmer has put BBC World News in a minor window, will continue to chat in multitasking mode...(generally I go fullscreen)
cease: maybe xmas is scaring them all away, even jews
klokwkdog-warmer: went into grocery store last nite at 8:30PM, Ilan -- deserted!
Rotonoto: my jewish friends all seem to take note of xmas to some extent, exchange gifts, etc.
klokwkdog-warmer: went across the street to Stop&Shop -- ditto; more clerks than customers. Like a Sci-Fi movie or something.
cease: that works well for islands
llanwydd: the only jew around here is katzenstein
klokwkdog-warmer: it's Chrisukkah, Roto
cease: whoever he/she was
llanwydd: and he's half muslim
cease: hit that jew over the head with a ball of matzos
Rotonoto: oye aye, cap'n klok sir
klokwkdog-warmer: everyone was out shopping, desperately...also, it was frigging 15º
Rotonoto: bring christmas barge up to ramming speed!
Dexter Fong: Wake the Shofar
cease: we're all cats in this bag
klokwkdog-warmer: Roto - in flight since you don't partake, but for others: http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/16/arts/television/16heff.html
llanwydd: LOL roto!
Rotonoto: oh gawd- not the shofar!
Dexter Fong: Somebody's got to man the horn
klokwkdog-warmer: yeah, Cat...and our drunken master threw us in the river...
llanwydd: the comfy chair!!!!!!!
cease: call a cornucopia maiden
Rotonoto: is that like a temple maiden, cat?
Dexter Fong: register now for the big give away
llanwydd: that's not like an iron maiden, is it?
Dexter Fong: Kids! Ask your parents
Rotonoto: please don;t give us away
cease: corn horn
Dexter Fong: Funnel cake
llanwydd: that's corny
Dexter Fong: Perhaps you'd prefer a Ho cake?
llanwydd: ho cake? Is it vietnamese?
Dexter Fong: I think she's Laotion
Dexter Fong: from the motion
llanwydd: cake lotion. Interesting
klokwkdog-warmer: yeah, where
klokwkdog-warmer: DT and Lili?
llanwydd: Lili Lament?
klokwkdog-warmer: no word from Ken yet; hope he's having fun
Rotonoto: what's latest with ken?
llanwydd: Ken's on the road like jack
cease: i hope he doesnt drink himself to death
Dexter Fong: Me too =\
cease: or speed himself to early grave like neal
llanwydd: =/ seems an awkward expression
Dexter Fong: Yes but =\ isn't
llanwydd: good one dex
Dexter Fong: you see the \ is right next to the =
llanwydd: not my =
cease: mr. birdseed, go to press
Dexter Fong: Of course you could use >/
cease: el pato loco
llanwydd: pressed birdseed?! You're insane!
cease: more gruel, warden?
Dexter Fong: Life is gruel
cease: hemp hemp hooray
llanwydd: el pato loco. Crazy Pat. I knew him
cease: did you go to Pat High School too?
llanwydd: no, I think I've had enough. Then open your cell
cease: or whatever th ehekc spleen do
Dexter Fong: Here..try this recombinant DNA
llanwydd: goodbye gruel world
Dexter Fong: Hello Quacker Oats
cease: the bird came down with the word and we ate him
Rotonoto: you mean- like Peeking Duck?
Dexter Fong: Shot from guns by pacifists
cease: tere could be evil weather at the skirts of town, man
llanwydd: Quaker Goat Meal
Dexter Fong: You shoot those goats from a connon, you got a real mess
cease: you dont have any goat custards i could chew on, do you?
Rotonoto: the duckaroo is loose, man...
llanwydd: you won't want to eat when you find out what a goat custard is
Dexter Fong: Wipe it off, put it away, Leave it alone
cease: cow pies? what is the riff on that on rollermaidens
Dexter Fong: Cat: Nothing comes to mind, don't remember that refernce
llanwydd: more pies! That's from Sweeney Todd
cease: the ossie character is being served by his large brown wife
Dexter Fong: Cat: Wasn't that Horse pie and a short stack?
cease: yes
cease: give the nice paisely horsey some sugar cubes
cease: and some parsely
llanwydd: nice parsley horsie
Dexter Fong: Coriander the Great
cease: what are all these parsi's doing here?
Dexter Fong: Spinning around
llanwydd: the foxtrot
klokwkdog-warmer: not on MY television!
cease: give that man some parkinson's
llanwydd: open another Parkinson's and pass it around!
klokwkdog-warmer wonders why network cartoons have not gone -> HD
llanwydd: I feel sorry for anyone named Parkinson
klokwkdog-warmer: don't they get royalties or residuals or something?
Dexter Fong has been delaying parking the car but can no longer do so, so I bid you all good night...also, doubtful I'll be here next week, so politically correct seasoned greeting to you all
llanwydd: or Huntington or Hodgekin
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Parkinson disembarks at 11:48 PM.
cease: or Hitler
llanwydd: lol klok!
Parkinson: oops, my ears were burning
klokwkdog-warmer: teufel-sprechen!
cease: by dex
klokwkdog-warmer: nite Dex
klokwkdog-warmer: have a great holidaze!
llanwydd: nite dex
Parkinson: keep em flying pops
llanwydd: Parkinson, I hope you're not contagious
cease: go sit over there with globner
Parkinson: have you had your shots? bend over and roll up your arm
klokwkdog-warmer: nah, that's an old wive's tale. It's caused by aluminum cookware, not spread by people (except the cookware)
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Typhoid close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:52 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Parkinson: what? yes more sugar please
cease: where's tippecanoe?
Typhoid: evening folks
Rotonoto: nite dex
klokwkdog-warmer: you with Mary?
Parkinson: another famous disease, hold on there fella, I was here first
Typhoid: Mary's sick tonight
Parkinson: sorry to hear that
klokwkdog-warmer: is she any relation to Thai Food Mary?
Typhoid: so are a lot of people
Parkinson: would a hair of the giant rat that bit her help?
cease: where did you go, mrs parkinson?
cease: in prophets, in
Parkinson: here and there and in between man
klokwkdog-warmer: is he, like, a Dragonrider?
Parkinson: no, just fine, like larry fine thanks
Typhoid: If Phil shows up tonight, he'll be scared away by all the pestilence
klokwkdog-warmer: Larry Fine the jeweler? You know him?
klokwkdog-warmer: Ty - the 5th Horseman is fear
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Bunnyboy disembarks at 11:59 PM.
klokwkdog-warmer: what is it? famine, pestilence, war and Bush?
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Parkinson: sure, a gem of a guy
Rotonoto: hi bb
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: Dr Fine, Dr Howard, Dr Howard...
klokwkdog-warmer: he has a sterling reputation, Park
||||||||| 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..
Parkinson: anita drink
Rotonoto: they're dropping like flies (don't worry, we won't weigh 'em!)
klokwkdog-warmer: that's his adopted American name, Bun. In his own language, he's Dr. Every-day-I-am-getting-better-and-better...
cease: hi bun
klokwkdog-warmer: yeah, Bun, hi- welcome to the third act
Bunnyboy: hiya hiya
Parkinson: in farsi that is Dr. quackengwbush
klokwkdog-warmer: us apostles am all that're left
klokwkdog-warmer: (the others are watching Fox News)
Bunnyboy: Is this the act where Edmund gets to be king?
cease: i wonder why the dig on whoppi goldberg? is she some personal firesign enemy, like b. streissand to southparkers?
Parkinson: and a diseased lurker, howdy partner
klokwkdog-warmer: sorry, no, it's supposed to be where Doris gets her oats, but Doris seems to have logged out temporarily...
Bunnyboy: Who's diggin' on Whoopi?
klokwkdog-warmer: Cat - I think it's probably an inside joke from LA. Possibly?
Bunnyboy: Or, excuse me, Whoppi?
klokwkdog-warmer: in Boom Dot Bust Bun
klokwkdog-warmer: Charlie Fatt
cease: they did a gig with her, as i recall. some charity comedy thing
Parkinson: shaved his legs and then he was as she
cease: the only other actual person mentioned in bdb is bush.
Bunnyboy: COMIC RELIEF. The first one. The 3 minus Ossman.
klokwkdog-warmer: maybe she wanted to be on one of their albums and they accomodated her, just not in the way she'd planned?
cease: they are a lot closer to truth and imortaltiy when they create their own universe
cease: tharts it, bun
cease: could be, klok. but why equate her to gw bush?
klokwkdog-warmer: oh, I liked all the movie refs in BDB, Cat.
Bunnyboy: I didn't hear FST's bit, but I assume from the title (THE TOILET), it was a version (aversion?) of the tabloid tattle from EAT OR BE EATEN.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with llanwydd close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:07 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Rotonoto: "I read it in the Toilet"
cease: maybe it was exactly that
klokwkdog-warmer: dunno, Cat
Bunnyboy: lo llanwydd
llanwydd: well, they finally let me back in
cease: can it be looked up on imdb or whatever that thing is?
klokwkdog-warmer: you admit it -- you were trying to get in!
cease: merl will know but he gone now
klokwkdog-warmer: that's what it is and probably no it can't
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Typhoid - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: Here's a fun recycling idea: combine elements of EAT OR BE EATEN and THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN into a new script, tweaking the MMP (Massive Multiplayer) game trend of the present.
cease: it could be done, bun
klokwkdog-warmer: sheesh -- Bergman was in Marcus Welby MD?? and what is Ochtend van zes weken, Een (1966)??
Bunnyboy: And throw in some TV OR NOT TV, to boot!
Parkinson: and eat the hotel?
cease: the channel changing?
Bunnyboy: "Punch up...85...cell phone picmission..."
Parkinson: that is norwegian, something about a sauna
klokwkdog-warmer: Bunny -- why not posit the iPod from hell -- each tune takes you somewhere else, like How Can You Be...
cease: indeed
cease: not to mention how time flies
cease: randomized firebits
klokwkdog-warmer: "You are in...Space Shuttle!"
Bunnyboy: "Who are you calling a dummy? YOU'RE FIRED!"
Parkinson: tyler too
cease: like throwing the i ching
cease: out the window
klokwkdog-warmer: Didja hear they're going to starve the astronauts 'cause the shuttle still won't work?
Parkinson: mrs ching would not like that
Rotonoto: yep
Parkinson: cannibalism in the ISS
Parkinson: donner all over again
Bunnyboy: Our local Ikea is starting Lutefisk Week tomorrow. A lutefisk dinner, with potatoes and salad (sorry, no aquavit - and you have to bring your own pail) for $6.99.
klokwkdog-warmer: I'll pass...
klokwkdog-warmer: for $5.99, you have to eat two lutefisk dinners...
Parkinson: the bid is to me? 1 no trump, or apprentices
klokwkdog-warmer: makes cannibalism sound appetizing...
Parkinson: I bet the russian will eat the american, they are bears
cease: theyve come to steal my dreams
klokwkdog-warmer: kind of like the Batavia, eh?
Parkinson: I cannot wait for social security savings account, bush is so good to us
klokwkdog-warmer: -they already got my pail...
Parkinson: I saw that movie, the russian take over a ship
cease: dont be struffed with left over dreams in the days to come
klokwkdog-warmer: yeah, what's wrong with running a deficit? they do it with everything else!
Parkinson: oops the polemica, ptolemics, ptomaine, something like that
klokwkdog-warmer: wrong Batavia. This one was owned by the Dutch East India Company
Parkinson: who makes the pastry then?
klokwkdog-warmer: u are thinking of Battleship Poetemkin, no comrade?
cease: julia child makes a great career move
Parkinson: no no, that was the cartoon version
klokwkdog-warmer: "this meat is full of maggots!"
Parkinson: that protein will cost you extra
klokwkdog-warmer: Julia Child as the Bangladeshi Chef!
Rotonoto: Roto has keepsake galvanized 3-1/2 gal bucket from K-Mart- It's a Martha Stewart
cease: the skull and bones gourmet
klokwkdog-warmer: might get you a discount on that lutefisk dinner, Roto!
Parkinson: is it the same as she uses in her cell?
Rotonoto: probably
cease: is this real pork?
Parkinson: don't ask, don't tell
klokwkdog-warmer: yep, US Congressional-approved
klokwkdog-warmer: is this your bar of SOAP?
klokwkdog-warmer: (be sure to follow protocol!)
cease: us plus
klokwkdog-warmer: undefined overload
klokwkdog-warmer: please provide function for operation on that object
Parkinson: do chickens have lips?
Rotonoto: rigidified lips posing as beaks
Parkinson: ahhh beaks, yes yes
klokwkdog-warmer: I think someone has patented those
Parkinson: I remember beaks, oops, no I don't
cease: ask duckman
Parkinson: I was thinking of a battleship agnew and how he sank
Bunnyboy: I'm a sleepy bwah. Happy Holidays, y'all!
Parkinson: hey duckman, should I put the chapstick on your bill?
cease: you too , bun
klokwkdog-warmer: nite Bun!
Rotonoto: nite
Parkinson: night all, my mom is coming, keep em flying and remember we need more schooling for more science high
||||||||| At 12:27 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Parkinson!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
klokwkdog-warmer: nite Park
klokwkdog-warmer: Roto - u got my long mail?
klokwkdog-warmer: tonight?
Rotonoto: hmmm, may not, Brian
||||||||| At 12:29 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Rotonoto: oh, no, have not had time check my email yet...
klokwkdog-warmer: well, it shud be in flite. i addressed ur issues as best i cud
klokwkdog-warmer: and with that, I'm outta here HEY CAT - GOODNIGHT!
Rotonoto: yes, but without having read it, I was just hoping to put you and DSon together to dialog
klokwkdog-warmer waits several milliseconds for Cat's reply...
cease: by klok
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 12:30 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
klokwkdog-warmer: aha! just as we thought. CU on Side Two, then everyone, ta-ta...
klokwkdog-warmer: bye Merlyn...
||||||||| At 12:31 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, klokwkdog-warmer!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Merlyn: looks like people are leaving again.
Merlyn: hello, I must be going?
cease: for your extra knee
Rotonoto: nite klok
Merlyn: ah
Merlyn: just saw that people were still around
cease: if you wanna call us People
Rotonoto: Roto is on phone with Bozoette as usual...
cease: hacvent heard from doctech in a while.
Rotonoto: pool shark?
Merlyn: doc's around, got email from him yesterday
cease: shark those pools
cease: hope lili is well
cease: we should be seeing you next month, merl
cease: got our tix
Merlyn: I don't think I'll make seattle, cat
Merlyn: It's on sunday, and a trip to portland would be easier to make
cease: have to wait til next tour
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: are we gone?
Rotonoto: guess so cat. I'm all tied up with Bozoette
Merlyn: I'm here
||||||||| cease runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 12:40 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Rotonoto: yo merl
Rotonoto: wish I could try their lutefisk
Rotonoto: noffin' cool like that in this god-dorsaken part of the country
Merlyn: you know not of what you speak
Rotonoto: Wash DC thinks it is most important ciry in the world- not!
Rotonoto: city
Merlyn: Wash DC sounds like an order
Rotonoto: or perhaps a cure- heh!
Merlyn: anyway, I'm going to go, byeee
Rotonoto: see ya later guy...
||||||||| At 12:44 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
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||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| 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
Bunnyboy
cease
Dave
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Elton Bob
klokwkdog-sickle
klokwkdog-warmer
LLANWYDD
Merlyn
Mudhead
muhammed katzenstein
Parkinson
Rotonoto
Seargent Major Domo Yamamoto
Sluggo Yamamoto
stephenfosterkane-sickle
Tom Teslacle
Typhoid

URL References:
http://mryamamoto.topcities.com/zappa/wesley.htm
www.airamericaradio.com
http://www.andersonscustard.com/
http://www.issuesandalibis.org
http://www.montypythonsspamalot.com
http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/16/arts/television/16heff.html
http://www.origamiboulder.com/

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