Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
03/31/2005

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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for March 31, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 2:47 PM, dragging dalzer by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
dalzer: aryte sexy
||||||||| It's 3:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dalzer - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 31, 2005 - 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?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:05 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: I see the pope is getting on that feeding tube bandwagon...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:07 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: Hey clem
ah,clem: hi
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with firesign Theatre" '
ah,clem: kinda quiet here tonight, Merl
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Muddhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: yup....too quiet
Muddhead: says Catherwood is not as young as he used to be, maybe he never was..and sashays over to a corner near a potted plant sipping a blue moss
ah,clem: is stream working ok?
Muddhead: seems to be, here....it's running out to sea well trickling, anyway
ah,clem: where is everyone?
ah,clem: streaming via dial up, so a trickle is all I can manage
Muddhead: a slow trickle beats a fast mime
ah,clem: but we have room for 55 listeners, not that bad
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dexter Fong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Evening Folks
Dexter Fong: Clem: reading your stream 5 x 5
||||||||| 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 Boris Mbutu disembarks at 9:35 PM.
Dexter Fong: Merl: How was the Widbey Island production?
Boris Mbutu: Hi Dex
Dexter Fong us beginning to wonder if he's being shunned
Dexter Fong: Hi BT
Dexter Fong: BM, sorry
Boris Mbutu: I'd be stunned to be shunned
Dexter Fong: Morse Science has been replaced by a New Faith Based High School....
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem
ah,clem :)
Boris Mbutu: hi clem
Dexter Fong: Almost real time, Clem
Boris Mbutu: Everybody must be asleep or at work
ah,clem: hi Boris
Dexter Fong: or both
Muddhead: is asleep at work listening to Red Greenback and the Blueboys and here now too bilocating
Merlyn: sorry I was on the phone
Dexter Fong: Crank call?
Merlyn: in stereo
Merlyn: friend of mine used to be roommates
Muddhead: dobly even
Dexter Fong: dolby too
Boris Mbutu: doubly dolby
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave!', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Muddhead: got that right
Dexter Fong: Hey Dave!
Dave!: hello all, new update of screen reader so things'll be slower than usual
ah,clem: hi Dave?
Merlyn: shouldn't it get faster?
Dexter Fong: It's not a bug...it's just ratshit code writing
Muddhead: we have noticed its pants!
Dexter Fong: Close pants mode
Dave!: it speaks differently as far as how it reads links and buttons, not sure if I like it hopefully I'll get used to it
Boris Mbutu: I have noticed it pants. Give it some water
Muddhead: makes it a blue moss instead
Dexter Fong: Prune it!
||||||||| 9:48 PM: Bambi jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dexter Fong: Snails
Muddhead: the stream is trickling
Dexter Fong: Bambi
Boris Mbutu: howdy bambi
Bambi: Howdy!
Merlyn: like bear whiz?
Muddhead: hi there, Bambi
Muddhead: just like
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Is Cat still in LA?
Bambi smiles
Dexter Fong: If you know
Dave!: never ever take a CD out of the cdrom drive while your comp starts, I learned something new today
Boris Mbutu: somewhat odd that Cat's not here by now
Bambi: feels good to get home ... had two appts this evening ... done now and relaxing to a little FST :-)
Dexter Fong: And a big howdy right back at you JL
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ProfessorPoop in through the front door at 9:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Muddhead: aho ! look at that blue horse!
Dexter Fong: Professor of Principles
Dave!: it's principle not professor
ProfessorPoop: oops lool brb
Dave!: unless you are his evil twin
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:53 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Dave!: He took some extension courses
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat...how goes it...still in LA?
||||||||| PrincipalPooP sneaks in around 9:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
cease: hey merl. how was the whidbey show
Dave!: hi cat, ok I'm not as happy as I was brb
PrincipalPooP: twins,
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dave! by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Boris Mbutu: hey cat
cease: things are always fucked in la. no big change
cease: my dad will be better now thaat hes on drugs
Dexter Fong: Cat: Meant with your father
PrincipalPooP: I installed the dohickies so I can hear the pls file for the first time, super super
Dexter Fong: LOL...We're all better when we're on drugs
cease: understood dex
ah,clem: hi Cat, and PP
Muddhead: nods
cease: hes out of thee hospital tuesday and we hired a care giver, young filipino boy who seems competent
Dexter Fong: Wake up Muddhead
cease: y parents rapid descent into poverty seems secured
Merlyn: hey cat, I've been surfing in another window
cease: hi ah. whats on your station tonight
Bambi: good to have you able to listen PrincipalPoop :-)
Dexter Fong: Dwarf, Cat
Muddhead: if you lived here you'd be home by now
cease: m on maj report but its that brocoli guy who i dont like, though i love the veg
cease: ive probably heard dwarf a thousand times
cease: so how was whidbeey, merl
Dexter Fong: Cat: HBO ran a documentary aoubt Air America tonight...interesting
Muddhead: wow what a groove a tropical paradise
Boris Mbutu: that's how many times I've heard 2 Places, Cat
Merlyn: I missed most of the AA documentary
cease: we dont get that here. my parents pay 50 bucks a month for maybe 6 channels. used to be free when i lived here
Bambi: 1,000 times is not enough ;-)
Muddhead: smiles
Muddhead: throw a towel over it!
Dexter Fong throws a trowel over muddhead
Muddhead: you guys are nothing but a pack of cards
Dexter Fong: or is it muddhod
PrincipalPooP: Bottles?
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ProfessorPoop - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Barbara Bobeux?
PrincipalPooP: ahhh, you mean nancy
Boris Mbutu: I got so I'd drink anything
cease: im a bit choosier
Boris Mbutu: Poop we hardly knew ya
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cease: thankfully us cidre, hornsbys draft cidre keeps me in a liquid state while im here
PrincipalPooP: give them a light, and they will follow it anywhere
Dave: I don't drink
Dexter Fong: You must be dehydrated
cease: tell me that when you get to be my age, dave.
cease: course, then ill be long dead
Dexter Fong: Don't worry, Help is on the way...we've got a tube for you
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'llanwydd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Only used by an underweight comatose lady for 15 years
Dave: yeah well I don't see the point of throwing up a bunch and not remembering what I did
PrincipalPooP: terri is not using her tube now, there is an extra one
llanwydd: I was Mbutu but I'm tired of him now
Dexter Fong: Dave: You're not doing the right things then
Merlyn: hey LAN
Dexter Fong: Hi llan
cease: theres more to it than that, dave. but everyone makes his or her own choices
cease: change to mugabe. youll be president for life
cease: death for everyone else though
Dexter Fong: llan: You realize that when you use other names, people don't know you...course, that may be what you're seeking
Bambi: hi Dave and llanwyd
Dexter Fong: Cat: But first...GooGoo
PrincipalPooP: I forget what names I haved used here, alzhiemers maybe
Dave: I'm too honest, I don't use other names because then I wouldn't feel like me
Dexter Fong: PP: I don't think you ever used the name alzheimer
Dave: I tried calling Ken but he didn't answer
llanwydd: Actually Dex, I'm always expecting someone to notice the conflict of ethnicities in the name and say, Hi Llanwydd
cease: ive never been on a diet and ive never voluntarily drank a cola, but ii get the idea
Muddhead: i can't remember
PrincipalPooP: leukemia, malaria, I was a disease one night something like that
Dave: I am a disease
PrincipalPooP: nestled? who's hand is on my leg
Dexter Fong: Who's leg is under my hand
Dave: actually I kind of like how this thing works
PrincipalPooP: I will give you 20 minutes to stop that dexter
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
Dave: what does afk mean?
Bambi: Is it supposed to be pronouced I lan wid?
Muddhead: always freakin kinky away from komputer
Dave: ok..
Muddhead: ask the cop on the corner
PrincipalPooP: manually reload? ahhh safe sex chat
PrincipalPooP: ask the cop on the beat
PrincipalPooP: ask the cop knocking on your front door, go ahead, ask him
llanwydd: Bambi, I chose the name to indicate my ethnic background but I don't know exactly how the phonetics would be pronounced
Muddhead: who am us anyway?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Boris Mbutu - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Dave: afk means away from keyboard
Bambi: LOL...so how can we say hi on the air ... gotta another name for us to use llanwydd?
PrincipalPooP: smith, pronounce it like smith
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Just refer to llan as Dave Pryce
llanwydd: I'm afraid we can't say hi on the air. I can't get there from here
Muddhead: mr & mrs smith
PrincipalPooP: we are all bozos on this bus honk honk
llanwydd: Dex that's not who I am online
PrincipalPooP: from anywhere usa
PrincipalPooP: my mom was a bozoette
Dexter Fong: My mom was a flapper
llanwydd: raining in NYC yet dex?
Dexter Fong: My dad was a good-time Charlie
Dexter Fong: llan: Not yet
llanwydd: starting to pour up my way
Bambi: ah, smith ... mr and mrs smith ... nice to meet you ;-)
Dexter Fong: I was a hipster...Wanna hear me snap my fingers ....(snap) (snap)
Dexter Fong: ...., man
Muddhead: dig it
Bambi: clem, already said hi to that other dave pryce person on the air before you said that ;-)
Dexter Fong: Bird Lives
cease: im here and im talking to my parents which is a more difficult communicative activity than understanding the most obscure firesign ref
Dexter Fong: The Pryce is right
cease: they live, they die
ah,clem: well two greetings are better than none
cease: birds of a feather for 1200 please, the syncrhonistic tv game show
Dexter Fong: llan: Clem just gave you a shout out...in his laid back manner
PrincipalPooP: is bob barker still alive?
Dexter Fong: Yes
cease: ilost cni. is it worth struggling to get it back
llanwydd: what the hell is going on?
Merlyn: yes, but he's 812 in dog years
Muddhead: and is on a tropical cruise with dick clark
PrincipalPooP: barker is a vampire I think
Dexter Fong: that's 117 in human years
Bambi: yes, but we wouldn't want to give a way trade secrets Dex, Dex ;-)
cease: so did you answer and i wasnt here or you didnt go to whidbey. whats up, merl
Dave: oh lord sorry my comp froze, no my network went down
||||||||| Catherwood escorts klokwkdog in through the front door at 10:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Hey Klok
Merlyn: yes, I went cat, it was pretty good. David wants to do it again if possible
llanwydd: hey klok
cease: maybe i can go to the nnext
klokwkdog: howdy all
Bambi: Hey Klok :-)
cease: how weird was it hearing dwarf and elect. done by others, even if chosen by ossman
Dexter Fong: llan: Figure out what the hell is going on yet?
llanwydd: I figure you guys are listening to the radio or something
Dave: I never know what's going on, actually I was afraid to go under anisthetic for that very reason, I will never do that if I can help it again
Dexter Fong: Correct, and clem said hi to you
Dave: I need to be in some amount of control
Muddhead: you must get yourself together
Dexter Fong: Dave: Don't worry...they can always hit you over the head with a big wooden mallet
Muddhead: the aliens have landed among us
llanwydd: Hey, I saw that thing on firesgn-thtre or whatever it is about the stage versions of Dwarf and Electrician. That is really, really cool!
Dave: thanks dex just what I always wanted
Dexter Fong: Mudd: You bet...and they're all Dominicans, Mexicans, Chines...
Dexter Fong: e
PrincipalPooP: a ball peen hammer is better, trust me on this
Dexter Fong: ...
Dave: singing with Marvin Gaye is fun, I can hit the notes tonight
Merlyn: we've been plugging it like mad, llan
Dexter Fong: PP: Ball Peen tends to ingress upon the skull...bit wooden mallet haveing more surface area is less intrusive but equally stunning
llanwydd: so does Orson play Porgie?
Dexter Fong: We seek unconsciousness, not death
PrincipalPooP: the sound is better
Muddhead: ultra attractive
Dexter Fong: Granted we got the Terry Schiavo thing wrong
llanwydd: I AM asleep
Dexter Fong: Tall Jewish
klokwkdog: or something - playing Bozos now, Ilan
Merlyn: yes, david only played the old tirebiter. Orson even played a younger tirebiter on TV
Muddhead: it is kinda strange in here with the floating heads......
PrincipalPooP: Sophocles, Shakesphere then Firesign Theater
Muddhead: who was that playing the piano?
Dexter Fong: Shakesphere? aha! The Globe Theater...it all makes sense
Dexter Fong: And why didn't he play Canadian Sunset
||||||||| Catherwood enters with JustAnotherTweeny close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dave: ok I just turned on the stream, what are we listening to?
JustAnotherTweeny: Hey all...
PrincipalPooP: to be or not to be, bend over and roll up your arm
Dexter Fong: Tweeny!
klokwkdog: Bozos, Dave
cease: hey i liearned a firesign ref yesterday, if yall didnt know it allready
cease: the name of the school team in gimme immortality
Dave: this isn't bozos, maybe I'm behind more than usual
PrincipalPooP: they had referees?
Merlyn: no-neck twisters?
JustAnotherTweeny: So who's been to the tour?
cease: id rather BE in a c anadian sunset, dex
Muddhead: you brain may no longer be the boss
Dave: wait it is nevermind, I forgot about this part of the record
klokwkdog: it's been running for 10 min or more, Dave
cease: yall know about sand dabs
Dave: the discussion of the new government, near the end of side one I think
Dexter Fong: Cat: You Canucks keep pissin' Gearge off, and you'll see a real Canadian sunset
klokwkdog: hi tweeny
Bambi: Hi Tweeny
Dave: sorry I'm a little slow
Dexter Fong: Sand Dabs, yes
Dexter Fong: Dabe: You're not slow, we're all on speed
JustAnotherTweeny: Hello, I'm Ralph Spolisport. And just because all of your friends are turning into Canooks, doesn't mean you have to...
cease: when we stop pissing him off, it will be sunset for us al franken cant do it all by himself
llanwydd: sand dabs? Surely they don't have them up your way
klokwkdog: Dex - they are going to build a stadium in NYC over the MTA yards???!
Dexter Fong: Klok: It'll never happen
cease: hi klok did you kknow about sand dabs
cease: a popular la fish in the era that ossman and austin most love to steal from
Dexter Fong: Klok: Did you know about Gooueyducks?
klokwkdog was keeping quiet, trying to keep his ignorance hidden, but no, Cat calls him out...
JustAnotherTweeny: A little dab 'l doo ya.
Dexter Fong walks into the Brill Creme building (ouch, my nose)
Dave: brilcream
cease: fuck, i just found out about it cuz im in la and i buy a times along with my armful of booze every day
Muddhead: the sand dabs their neighbors they live in the next trailer
PrincipalPooP: honk honk
Dave: we are all bozos, because the bozo isn't really defined
JustAnotherTweeny: Randi Rhodes' picture to too f'in funny. Pure 60's.
klokwkdog: direct injection now, Cat?
cease: im from vancouver. it is impossible to live thhre and not know about them, dex
Dave: now the president sounds like a modern president, cause he's not listening to the public
cease: for my dad, maybe. it comes in bottle in cat land
Dexter Fong: Cat: *knew* you'd know, wondered about klok who, although he knows almost everything may not be quite as sharp on biological references
llanwydd: armful of booze, cat? How much do you drink in a day. And what do you drink, if you don't mind me asking
JustAnotherTweeny: Been readin The Star. Apparently you guys are bracing for a serious influx of new people.
cease: dave, when i was pre-reading, i used to have a bozo the clown record that was supposed to make me turn the page at a certain sound. this is 50 years ago or so
Dexter Fong: llan: what is this, an intervention?
JustAnotherTweeny: Ohh man... He broke the President!
klokwkdog: yeah, a whole bunch of intelligent, rational people, Tweeny
cease: hornsby;s draft cidre.
Dave: bozo the clown, I remember watching his show when I was little
llanwydd: hardly dex
cease: canuck okanagan dry cidre, but that hhas ceased to exist
JustAnotherTweeny: As opposed to the all-Shivo channel, K?
Dexter Fong: Dave! lol
Muddhead: KTLA warped my mind
llanwydd: never heard of okanagen
JustAnotherTweeny: Get a load of the prow on that bozo...
Dexter Fong: Okinawan?
Dave: what I don't understand is how Clem knows what he's doing, why does he want to get in to the system
cease: you stilll are, dave
llanwydd: but I've tried hard cider and kind of liked it
Dave: what's so funny dex
Dexter Fong: Dave: Clem used to work there as a computer programmer
Dave: oh ok a little kid
llanwydd: but I can't drink a lot of sweet stuff. It gets to me
cease: british columbiia, the apple home of bc. but for some obsceene reason, they changed the recipe and now i never drink cidre.
JustAnotherTweeny: Oky doky. Now what?
Dave: but how do we know that?
klokwkdog: it's gonna be like Damn Yankees, Tween -- they aren't gonna let anyone die (probably not the same deal as in the musical, though)
cease: metoo, llan. thats why i loved okanagan. it was like the wworlds best champagne, only MUCH cheaper
llanwydd: like kosher wines. they're so damn sugary
Dexter Fong: Dave": One thing..from his knowledge of computer instrutions
cease: broadway play
JustAnotherTweeny: I'm back. And I'm beautiful!
Dexter Fong: Ohhh, I love that frock
PrincipalPooP: that was longer than anyone has been away before
Dave: true dex, so he overloads the doctor when he asks the question
cease: but your front is ugly
JustAnotherTweeny: I'ddd dieee, frist....
llanwydd: LOL cat
Dave: I'm trying to make sense of this I haven't heard this record in a long time
ah,clem: actually the clone asks the questions that blow it all up
Dexter Fong: Dave: Also, in a live performance somtime later, Clem has a confrontation with the president as says he used to work there
Muddhead: sense?
JustAnotherTweeny: As Lewis Black would say about Minnesota. Yeah, the summers are great. 'Cause you can feel your fingers and toes.
PrincipalPooP: hip like a dip, lets take a trip
Dave: I don't get the whole clone thing, Clem is a person right?
llanwydd: I don't remember that part, dex
ah,clem: but is was all Barney's future anyway
Dexter Fong: Mudd: Absolutely...that's why FST is IMO so great...what they say always makes sense, it just takes awhile to see how sometimes
JustAnotherTweeny: I hear fifes 'a playing.
ah,clem: you will soon, if you are listening, Dave
llanwydd: Clem is human. For some reason I never understood, he wants to sabotage the president
PrincipalPooP: the pipes, the pipes are callling
Dexter Fong: llan: It's a live performance several years later
Dave: I got the clone kid, here comes another one just like the other one
llanwydd: aha
klokwkdog: he wants control; president is incidental to that
cease: the firesign world tour explaind that.
JustAnotherTweeny: Here comes another one... I've not seen one before. But here comes another one...
ah,clem: wait till he reprograms artie choke
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes..
cease: employee of the future fare who wantss his job back
Bambi: at one point at the very beginning Clem says something about having worked there too ... if I remember correctly
cease: whole idea of firesign plays explained
Muddhead: clem works on the president
llanwydd: so was Clem a bozo, a beaner, a zip, a boogie or a brazerker?
cease: half my sentences diappear
JustAnotherTweeny: 86 degrees in Austin today. Summers are brutal.
Dexter Fong: A Bustiere
klokwkdog: all this S360 JCL stuff is kinda hokey now, though
JustAnotherTweeny: Winters, you can wear shorts.
cease: i dont like aanyone, including the lads, telling me what they meant by a play
Dave: he clones him
Dexter Fong: Klok: Just stay in the moment
ah,clem: no, clem cloned himself to attack the Dr., as he could not get there, and needed a distraction to get out
cease: empower us to make our own explanations
JustAnotherTweeny: Look at this great V in my chest...
Dexter Fong: And make all the important words in red
ah,clem: they were chasing him
cease: austin is 10 degrees below human temp. hell frezze to death soon
Dave: so now the clone is talking right? "I have a question for doctor memory"
Muddhead: clone clem
JustAnotherTweeny: Hell will freeze over when this band gets back together again. 14 years later, hell freezes over.
cease: ev everything you know is wrong
klokwkdog missed that tour
Dexter Fong: Vacuum tube powered Vacuum Cleaner
PrincipalPooP: back from the shadows again
cease: zizzing and dripping
JustAnotherTweeny: And that's important!
llanwydd: the zeppelenne tyoob
Dexter Fong: noooooooooooooooooo
Dexter Fong: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Muddhead: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Dexter Fong: yeeeeeeeees
JustAnotherTweeny: I swear I'm going to buy Bergman a hat from Austin (the city, not the guy).
Dave: lol! that was great to read
Dexter Fong: Dave: So maybe the new reader is pretty good?
cease: are you a friend of bergmans, tween
cease: i was gonna call proc while im here but not yet
cease: of an option to meet him, or anyone this trip
PrincipalPooP: what state is the city of Bergman in?
Dexter Fong: State of matrimony
Dave: oh I see how it could be interpreted as Barney's future
cease: he lives almost walking distannce from my parents house
JustAnotherTweeny: Friend of XM. Wish they were back there. Bergman wore a hat that looked, how shall I say, eerily familiar.
PrincipalPooP: ahh, who wears the pants?
Merlyn: his angry hat?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Nobody walks in LA, 'cept maybe Nigh Danger...and only at night
JustAnotherTweeny: Give that dawg some water.
JustAnotherTweeny: Pant, pant.
PrincipalPooP: thanks
llanwydd: the panthers wear the panth
Dexter Fong splashes a bucket of Gator=ade over that dawg
Muddhead: yeth
cease: speaking of poop, ive had far too much poopy pants of late. i hope they stilll let me return the car without a serious fee for befouling it
Dave: see I love listening to these with you guys cause you get it and I'm the young idiot who's trying to get it
Dexter Fong: Cat: Gosh thanks for the "TMI"
cease: the filipino lad taking care of my dad walks, all the way up and down the serious hills to get here, and then takes bus to a distant part of thhe valley
Dexter Fong: Dave! Don't worry, after a while you'll be an old idiot
klokwkdog: grrrr -- but the "fortune" is mostly about clem, so one presumes this "fortune telling" is overly egocentric on the part of the "teller"
Dave: can't wait dex
JustAnotherTweeny: Ah, the froggy native boys quivering at my loins...
cease: dave, my point is. no body gets it. its like saying you get infinity.
PrincipalPooP: computer enhanced hallucination? did I pass one?
cease: the sand dabs in thhe paper yesterday, but the it to get is not fiinite
Dexter Fong: Klok: But Teller holds Penn, creates all problems listener must face
klokwkdog: one supposes that the poor sailor will get a "sea" future, with Clem again as the major protagonist...
cease: what is tmi
Muddhead: too much information
Dexter Fong: tmi+ Too Much Information
cease: my rental ford in need of some sort of penalty
llanwydd: the most idiotic
ah,clem: or get to see his "furure"
klokwkdog: it it all makes literal sense, it's not worth re-playing over and over 50 times
JustAnotherTweeny: The closer you get, the fhurer I fall...
Muddhead: unless your high in the stinking desert forever
ah,clem: future even
Dexter Fong: Klok: But you have to take into account literal drift
cease: ive heard this album more often thhan ive eaten meals in some years
PrincipalPooP: heil furure
Muddhead: sig freud! sig freud!
klokwkdog is still coming to grips with plate tectonics
cease: the ending is not just my fave firesign ending, probably my favourite anythingà
Bambi: The beauty is in all that is in there and all it could mean ... it's like so many great pieces of comedy and fiction ... it's in the eye of the beholder and what they take away from it TODAY ;-)
ah,clem: bout time ya got here Klok
klokwkdog: speaking of meals
JustAnotherTweeny: Until last time, again!
llanwydd: Stinking Desert Resort and Casino
klokwkdog never left...
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
JustAnotherTweeny: That's our Sun Temple...
ah,clem: played Dwarf for you while you were not here....
JustAnotherTweeny: Not so fast, Danger.
klokwkdog: i meant to write "if it made literal sense..."
PrincipalPooP: it's a beaut
Dexter Fong: That's our Daughter's Synogogue
cease: good point, ah clem
Muddhead: this heres engine territory
Bambi: ah, we had homemade chili that cooked down for over 6 hours tonight
klokwkdog: I had the radio on, Clem (and not the way Marilyn meant it)
Merlyn: I won't be very active, I have a cold
JustAnotherTweeny: Yentil Duck soup.
llanwydd: pull the volkswagens into a circle!
klokwkdog: heard many portions of it, Clem; thanks
PrincipalPooP: have some chili for your cold, brrrrr
cease: sounds great, bambi
cease: frozen food
klokwkdog is outclassed; Thur is get a commercial sandwich nite...
JustAnotherTweeny: They're actually selling biodiesel here in Austin. Willie's Mercedes hasn't seen a drop of anything else.
cease: giver can get them to eat something actually cooked
ah,clem: ok, Klock
Bambi: Night Tweeny
llanwydd: chilly chili?
cease: most of my sentences dissapear
PrincipalPooP: let's eat!
JustAnotherTweeny: Dame Bambi.
cease: i lost 3 sentences there
llanwydd: oh, I thought you said "chili for you cold"
cease: what i said was
klokwkdog: you've got to have some lines in this, Cat
cease: frozen food for years
Dexter Fong sneezes
klokwkdog: unless one of the sapicitants is really Wm. Shatner unter alias...
Dexter Fong: There goes one of Cat
Dexter Fong: lines
PrincipalPooP: yes, I want more lines, more more more
cease: i do hate this mac
klokwkdog: but...but...macs are computers that everyone loves!
Dave: it's WC Fields
Muddhead: ah its nice out here in the desert
cease: never into coke. the drink or the drug
JustAnotherTweeny: No white brother...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
PrincipalPooP: who can forget Eve and the Apple, or was it Steve
klokwkdog grew up in Pepsi country
ah,clem: every thing from soup to nuts...
cease: 6k for a machine that eats haalf my lines and wont let me use question marks or quotations
Dave: are they making fun of the native americans or the white fuckers
Dexter Fong: Mudd: It was till they dropped the bomg
Dexter Fong: b
Muddhead: both
Bambi: redialed .. Clem will get it back asap
Dexter Fong: Principal Falwell
PrincipalPooP: bong or bomb?
llanwydd: llanwydd sneezes: PHRSHPPPLAHAHCCCCHHHH!
Bambi: sorry Tweeny...thought someone said night to you ... didn't want to miss ack.
PrincipalPooP: prosit
cease: i can answer thhat dave. in that era, thhere was a lot of identification with native americans by hippies. bergman most of allo, but he also mocked his infaturatoin
klokwkdog: aaaaaagh!
Dexter Fong: Have at you
Muddhead: heilsa
JustAnotherTweeny: Ladies and gentlemen. Fellow Americans. We have dropped the atomic bong.
PrincipalPooP: i have gone deaf, I thought it would make me go blind
cease: the got any peyote joke makes fun of the idea of the shallowness of white hippies identifiying with indians
Dave: Cat you're being slashed
Muddhead: what? i can't see what you typed
Dexter Fong sings, "we are the world....let's all get stones...
Dave: brb
cease: we talked of phil oaks earlier. same sense of humour about this kind of hypocrisy
klokwkdog: it was the cynicism and lack of understanding that was being mocked
klokwkdog: the carlos castenada-type stuff
Muddhead: here hear
PrincipalPooP: mock mock mock
llanwydd: wasn't it "Ochs"?
Dexter Fong: Is it the real cynicism, or only the mocked
JustAnotherTweeny: there there
Muddhead: it was the Sear's cynicism
llanwydd: Oh, I read "Tales of Power" when it came out. I thought it was cool
JustAnotherTweeny: Pete?
klokwkdog: no, they only had SEER of about 7.4 back then
Dexter Fong: and Roebucks hypocracy
PrincipalPooP: i hit the wal martin luther
Muddhead: did it hurt, principal?
JustAnotherTweeny: Beep beep....
Dexter Fong: Martin Luther hits the wall and he's out of this Taladega 500
PrincipalPooP: right on target
Dexter Fong: afk for refill during lull
klokwkdog: RIP, Lou!
PrincipalPooP: ahhh dr tim, I am a having a flaskback
Muddhead: he is the keeper of the sacred tablets
llanwydd: Martin Luther. He's been around since 1517 at least
JustAnotherTweeny: Bet Canada legalizes the weed. They're sensible enough not to have anything to do with Ronnie Raygun's star wars.
PrincipalPooP: g u r u
JustAnotherTweeny: I say give it to RJ Reynolds and see how fast you can collect tax $$.
klokwkdog: he coulda been head doorman at the Cathedral if he'd just stuck to it
cease: i know something about thaat, tweeen
JustAnotherTweeny: Vlad the impailer here for Stoly green.
cease: friends of mine are working hard to get that happening, iin courrt, politiclaly, elsewhere
llanwydd: I don't approve of taxation myself
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
PrincipalPooP: stoly or solyent?
JustAnotherTweeny: He's no fun...
klokwkdog: better if they just de facto legalize it and not poke the sleeping running dog to the south in the eye
Muddhead: he fell right over!
cease: that is most likely, klok
cease: thats what holland did
JustAnotherTweeny: I ask you . How many moonshiners do you know? Quality of product.
klokwkdog: yeah, but Holland has fewer gun battles with the Mounties...
klokwkdog: you mean now or 20 years ago, Tween?
cease: i guess you never heard my best play neal amid. its about the founding of the seagrams empire
cease: involving my famliy
JustAnotherTweeny: Just mean you know what you're getting.
Muddhead: sits down turns on and tunes in to cease
llanwydd: Hey, has there ever been anything like a FST convention? Maybe we all could have one and maybe meet halfway between, like in the middle of the continent
JustAnotherTweeny: No don Bruhaha spiking your refreshment.
klokwkdog: the guys making it are not the guys making it, Tween
cease: radio keeps cutting off like as crazy money
klokwkdog: you mean, like in a circle around NAD 27?
cease: yes llan
PrincipalPooP: stream is fine in roanoke
Bambi: you don't want to know any moonshiners that use radiators as part of their still .....
Muddhead: do it in new mexico
Dexter Fong: NAD makes very good audio equipment at a very reasonable pric
cease: late 60s or early 70s
klokwkdog: geosphere anchor point, Dex
PrincipalPooP: Go Nads!
Dexter Fong: PP: My son and daughter in law used to live in Raonoake
JustAnotherTweeny: Why don't we do it in the road?
PrincipalPooP: how did they escape, tell me!
klokwkdog: it's not the radiators, it's that the crew doing the dirty work is paid very little and not being supervised that gets me, Bambi
klokwkdog: or what the squirrels drop in the mash vats...
Dexter Fong: PP: Daughter in law was working manging a Bluckbuster...went to Fla and joined Company there...became a Senior vice president
ah,clem: our uplink patch must not be doing well, Cat, I must apologize, but little I can do for now
klokwkdog: sounds fine in RI, Clem
JustAnotherTweeny: Señor President?
PrincipalPooP: I moved up here from florida after hurricaine andrew
Dexter Fong: Loud and clear here in NYC
cease: its ok now, clem
Muddhead: it is gallantly streaming here, clem
Dexter Fong: PP: Thery're in Dalls now
Bambi: maybe it's that annoying mac quicktime issue that was bothering Phil last summer
Dexter Fong: Dallas
PrincipalPooP: broke the glass ceiling, I hope she keeps her shoes on, shoes for industry
PrincipalPooP: ahhh dallas is hot, really hot
klokwkdog: why does this 2 places clip lack the "few words in Turkish" opening lines??
cease: they guy who gave bergman his job
JustAnotherTweeny: Dontcha love how God's wrath seems to fall on those who speak of God's wrath?
Dexter Fong: Industrial shoes for industry compadre
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cease: la is too hot for me
klokwkdog: WB, Dave
JustAnotherTweeny: Dave's back from Stockholm...
Dave: oh hello
Dexter Fong: Tween: Like indonesia?
PrincipalPooP: lala land? have a nice day
klokwkdog: different syndrome, Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey! Daaaaaaaaaave!
cease: with or without the syndrome
PrincipalPooP: dave? daves not here man, oops, wrong website
Dave: Heeeeeeeeeeeeey! Deeeeeeeeeeeex!
klokwkdog: I'd like it to go, Cat
Dave: here it is going then
Dexter Fong: Dallas Syndrome = You think you're killing the president over and over again
cease: i didnt bring my shorts when i came down here. baking in the car
klokwkdog: Proc speaking Russian
JustAnotherTweeny: Did you catch the PBS special about Krakatoa, Dex? Yikes. They say that the NW coast plates look a liitle bit too much like Indonesia.
llanwydd: I'll be heading out. See you all in April.
cease: by llan
Muddhead: adios llanwydd
klokwkdog: Tweeny -- you haven't been there lately, have you? All the Salmon places are now serving reistafel
cease: the thing is to find a language proc cant speak
PrincipalPooP: next month magutu, keep em flying
JustAnotherTweeny: Bye, ll.
klokwkdog: CU, Ilan
cease: ill be home in april. for however long
Dexter Fong: Seen several specials on Krak...oh, yeah...mother nature still has much in store for us even though we've used up about 2/3rds of it's resources
Muddhead: saving the best for last
cease: hopefully hanging with dex and elayne and rotonoto, etc etc in may
JustAnotherTweeny: Got to get out there one of these days. Family camping back in the 60's around BC. Montreal world's fair and all.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Language proc can't speak...that south african "click" language
Bambi: night llan
cease: dont bet on it, dex
klokwkdog: Dex, all -- the Simon Winchester book on Krakatoa is simply the best I've ever read on the subject. Well, well worth the time to read it
Dexter Fong: Night llan
klokwkdog: Guspadin Dex - could you tell if he was doing click language correctly?
Dexter Fong: klok: if you'
Dexter Fong: you've ever heard it, you'd know
klokwkdog: somebody's stealing your lines, Dex
JustAnotherTweeny: The Gods must be crazy.
Dexter Fong: I'd better get back to the points
klokwkdog: I've heard it, Dex, but I couldn't tell if someone was spoofing it
PrincipalPooP: copyright violation copyright violation, nobody speak until the cops arrive
cease: if there were gods, craziness woud not describe it
JustAnotherTweeny: So, anybody here from outta town?
ah,clem: it's "beat the reaper!"
klokwkdog: can we stop talking about Coke bottles? We'll be reciting Swimming to Cambodia shortly...
Dexter Fong: klok: itnot the ability to make sense or really speak like it, it's possesing the ability to put those click in in the middle of a word
JustAnotherTweeny: Good movie reference, if you're going to Blockbuster.
cease: how outta can one get
Muddhead: is outta town took a left turn in albuquerque
Dave: oh apparently this new reader update supports firefox but not sure which version or how well it works with it
klokwkdog: the Land Rover/winch scene is worth the price of the rental, Tweeny
JustAnotherTweeny: Route 10 is worth the drive from Cal to TX.
Dexter Fong: Tween: How about the other way?
Muddhead: if texas was not at the end of the trail i would agree with you
JustAnotherTweeny: Northern NM is freakin' beautiful, as is northern AZ, if you've got the time.
PrincipalPooP: If I stand on top of the house and lean to the left I can see the Blue Ridge Parkway
klokwkdog: well, Dex, for all my cracks about some of their "stretches" in their routines, I think Proc could do it -- it's what he does for a living, after all
JustAnotherTweeny: Nice thought, Dex.
klokwkdog: filthy socialist make-work project, Poop. It's going to have to be erased and replaced by the Ronald Regan Expressway
JustAnotherTweeny: Antelope Freeway, 1000 miles...
cease: proc is one of the big boys in adr
Dexter Fong: Tween: I'm thinking about stopping off in Vegas and winning about 5 million bucks
JustAnotherTweeny: Who you callin' a chicken?
Dexter Fong: Bawk!!
PrincipalPooP: ronald mcdonald what?
klokwkdog: there's usually a line in front of you for that, Dex
cease: colonel sanders
JustAnotherTweeny: California, profit on the burnin' shore...
PrincipalPooP: this is it
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Muddhead: ummm thats Prophet
Bambi: we love the Blue Ridge Parkway ... travel there nearly every summer
Dexter Fong: It's Yaws!!
PrincipalPooP: a beatiful filthy socialist project indeed
Dexter Fong: Bambi: And there's always a guy ahead of you in a 38foot Travel Queen driving about 5 miles per hour
cease: the big disease is an interesting concept
JustAnotherTweeny: Yea, tho he had napped for the years of a squirrel, he has risen to the cup of hawkmoth.
klokwkdog: Dex - there are other roads if you want to do that
Dexter Fong: Gimme another cup of hawkmouth and a package of those freeze dried Bear Whiz Balls
klokwkdog: all our squirrels went missing this winter
JustAnotherTweeny: I'm going to jump into the biggest hole this world has ever seen. -- GW Bush
Bambi: Thanks Clem :-)
Dexter Fong: Tween: =)))
PrincipalPooP: when you come to a fork in the road, take it
Dexter Fong: if you wanna spoon, get a room
PrincipalPooP: panting
Dexter Fong pour another bucket of gator-ade on PP
klokwkdog: man, I'm never gonna put on a Living Language Record ever again while I'm tripping...
Muddhead: give that squirrel some water
PrincipalPooP: gulp
Dexter Fong: Klok: The only time you trip is when all your automated lights go out and you can't see to find your way
JustAnotherTweeny: Anybody got Bill Payne's new album? It's his first solo w/o Little Feat. You swear someone was playing guitar in places. Called Cielo Norte. Buy it! I was right about the comet.
Dave: bullshit dex
JustAnotherTweeny: Night all...
klokwkdog: actually, Dex, it's slightly after that when I fall over something...
cease: lol klok
PrincipalPooP: night tweeny
klokwkdog: nite, Tween, I'll look Payne up, then
Dexter Fong: Dave: What part specifically was bullshit...got so many threads going can't tell
cease: ok, i have to help my dad go from point a to point b
Dexter Fong: Cat: See you next week
klokwkdog: nite Cat
cease: ive been lifting weights religiously for 17 years and he weighs more than me but it is still a massive task
Dave: oh nevermind dex
Dave: night cat
Dexter Fong: ...and Clem, thanks for the sounds...and what happened to the benediction
PrincipalPooP: gps and night all, yes towed away was abrupted
klokwkdog: the switchover is sometimes difficult
klokwkdog: nite Poop
Dexter Fong: Switchover...you mean cloverleaf?
cease: if my parents are ok, and the care giver situation i have in place functions, i can go home next week and chat with more helpful drugs cursing thru my system
klokwkdog: fropping like dries
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'LiliLamont', just granted probation at 11:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Hi Lili
klokwkdog: I take that brack. Hi Lili...
||||||||| At 11:38 PM, PrincipalPooP vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
ah,clem: was clipped due to lag, sorry
LiliLamont: Hi, all. Just thought I drop in for a moment or two.
cease: but i chatted with you all the last 2 times i was hhere so this earthlink dialup thing does work
cease: hey lili. how the fuck are you
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes it does
cease: help him go to bed
cease: he kinda looks like lenin in his tomb
klokwkdog: lenin can't talk to anyone
LiliLamont: Hi, Cat. I'm assuming that Doc let you know about my change of fortune with my health. I was shocked.
ah,clem: good night everyone
LiliLamont: I am having surgery a week from tomorrow.
Dexter Fong: Lili: I fervently hope pleasantly shocked?
klokwkdog: nite Jim
Dexter Fong: ah...guess not
Dexter Fong: Night Clem
cease: your tits are far too beautiful for disease, lili
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:41 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ah,clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cease: i can guarantee youll outlive my dad
Dexter Fong: Gosh, Doctor Bob...I didn't know you'd seen the medical chart
Muddhead: thanks, clem it works it was a pleasure i'll just take a sand dab and a blue moss and check in at check in time next time again adios
LiliLamont: No, it was confirmed breast cancer on the left. Luckily, it should only require a lumpectomy and not a full mastectomy. then I go on radiation for 5-6 weeks daily, except for the weekend.
Dexter Fong: Night Mudd
Muddhead: nite dex
klokwkdog: the cancer only works M-F, 9-5, Lili?
Dexter Fong: Lili: My wife went through that about 2 years ago...ou'll be fine
klokwkdog: (on suspects it's the treatment center personnel, not the cancer, unfortunately)
LiliLamont: No, Klok, you silly man. I'm guessing that that is the only time the therapy is available.
LiliLamont: Thanks, Dex. I've been freaking out, but I'm getting better.
Dexter Fong: Klok: God/cancer works in mysterious ways
klokwkdog is reminded of Austalia's '70s Air Defense radar system, open M-F 8-5, attacks by appointment only...
LiliLamont: Dex: Was your wife able to keep her breast?
Dexter Fong: Lili: I'm sure my wife would be glad to talk to you...ever since here episode...she's talked to many woman about same
Dexter Fong: Lili: Lumpectomy only
Bambi: sorry to hear that Lili ... hopefully they will get it all and all will be well
LiliLamont: That's good to hear, Dex. I asked my doctor today if there would be any disfigurement. He said that with a lumpectomy, it fills back in. What a relief!
Bambi: that's very good news ... glad they don't automatically do the radical for every case like they used to do years ago.
LiliLamont: Me, too! I had visions of an enormous scar. It took too long to grow them! I'd rather keep them.
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Yes..they're much more sensitive about it all, plus woman are finding out much earlier due to mamographys etc
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JustAnotherTweeny - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Muddhead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi smiles .. heard that Lili!
klokwkdog: it took a long time to change the culture, but with cancer, they're very conservative
Dexter Fong: Now if we could just get everyone in for a colonoscopy
LiliLamont: I actually found it myself, and then decided to get my ass down to a mammography clinic. A week later, they called me back.
klokwkdog: wrong end, Lili
LiliLamont: If they could just come up with a better way to scan.
Dexter Fong: Lili: Same thing with Myrna (wife) she found it herself...I had been looking for years but somehow missed it
LiliLamont: Klok! What are we going to do with you?
Dave: yeah I could see that, kind of abstractly I can relate to it because I don't have sight, but I haven't had sight all my life and she was fine, she's been doing pretty well though and hopefully things'll be ok
Dave: FUCK
klokwkdog: probably give me a colonoscopy?
Dave: god damnit
LiliLamont: What's wrong, Dave?
klokwkdog feels his sphincter tighten involuntarily
Dave: god fucking damnit
Dexter Fong: Friends...suffering from involuntary sphincter tighteneing...Get "Loose-endz" and feel free again
Dave: yeah well the rest of the fucking group wasn't supposed to read that I'm gonna email Brian and have him delete that out out of the log if he can
Dave: and I sent it again to all of the group of fuck it all
Dave: ok ignore it everyone
klokwkdog: oh. ignore what? ;-) is forgotten
Dexter Fong: Ignore what? =))
Merlyn: my cold is getting the bast of me, bye all
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:55 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn, thanks for hosting and fell better
LiliLamont: Good night, Merlyn.
Dexter Fong: feel?
klokwkdog thinks of the Claire Swires incident -- http://www.theregister.co.uk/2000/12/12/is_this_the_greatest_ever/
klokwkdog: nite merlyn
LiliLamont: Klok: Have you had your colonoscopy yet? Or is it just a dream to be realized?
klokwkdog: that Reply All button in mail programs ought to have a safety lock on it or something
klokwkdog: it's money I haven't got, Lili
klokwkdog: friend just got bladder cancer and had it (hopefully) reamed out
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong pats himself on the back for not seizing upon *all* the very obvious chances to get down and dirty
LiliLamont: Klok: No insurance? That's a large part of my household expenses.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:00 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
klokwkdog: he's in the hospital with a �" catheter out his prong and the nurse comes to check it; he says, "I guess masturbation is out of the question, huh?"
Dexter Fong: Lili: You're in Canada..klok's not
||||||||| 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..
cease: just got my dad to bed. curse these enormous houses
klokwkdog: I have insurance, Lili, but it's kind of world-ending stuff with a $$ deductible
klokwkdog: when did Lili leave CT???
cease: im sure your operation will go well, lili
Dexter Fong: Ah....Rapture Insurance..."When it come...it won't amtter"
klokwkdog: already queued are some blood tests and EKG I've put off
klokwkdog: LOL. Pretty much, Dex, pretty much
cease: ive never known anyone who didnt have your surgery without total success, and thats a LOT of people
Dexter Fong: Klok: YOu're right...I somehow always envision her in Saint Catherines or mayb North Bay
klokwkdog: sounds better than Fairfield, Dex -- imagine away. If you put enough energy in it...
LiliLamont: Leave? I'm still in CT, Klok. My daughter is driving down from Canada to see me and help me out. She figures that since I made so many trips north when she fractured her leg, it's the least she can do.
Dexter Fong: Faith Based Geography...Just believe and you're there
cease: lol dex
cease: click those shoes
klokwkdog: It's called the Judy Garland effect, Dex. Need special shoes.
Dexter Fong calls for Props!!!!!
klokwkdog: did Feith leave and go to work for National Geographic? Darn, can't keep up with this revolving door stuff
cease: doc still snowed in with work i gather
LiliLamont: Props for everyone! Just so long as I don't need implants! That would be very weird.
klokwkdog: at least the weather has improved from endless progression of real snowstorms
Dexter Fong: Let's just ask Pamela Sue;
cease: weed is better than weird. guess ive been without too long
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:06 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs LiliLamont by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood escorts lililamont in through the front door at 12:06 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood just tossed Lili out
klokwkdog: yes, definitely I hope you will have a successful and as comfortable as possible surgery, Lili
lililamont: Oops, my error.
Dexter Fong: WB LIli
lililamont: I'm back, my bad, wasn't paying attention.
Dexter Fong: Glad it's not I'm bad, my back
lililamont: Thanks, Klok. Between my daughter and doc, I should do well. At least I've got a support system.
Dexter Fong: and support here too Lili
klokwkdog: yeah, see if you can get someone in to help out in the Recovery Room
Dexter Fong: Klok?Lili: shouldn't be anywhere near that bad if only Lumpectomy
klokwkdog: friend said that she thought they were not so helpful there after shoulder surgery
klokwkdog: is it going to be a local then?
Bambi: support system very important ... helped my father and the rest of our family when he had to go in for brain surgery to remove a tumor last year and the post surgery Radiation.
lililamont: Klok: I'll be in la-la land in recovery.
Dexter Fong: Klok: That's the problem...breast not really near to should
Dexter Fong: er
klokwkdog: once they got her awake, they kind of left her there and she was thirsty and needed to be turned a little, etc. and nobody around
Dexter Fong: Klok: It only Lump, it local
Dave: anisthetics scare the shit out of me, had one for my wisdom teeth extraction last friday and will avoid them if ever possible
lililamont: No, Klok, it will be a general. The biopsy requred a local.
Dexter Fong wonders at loss of proper speaking ability
klokwkdog: but I don't know -- not supposed to drink stuff, etc. due to possible problems so maybe that's just SOP, not neglect
Dave: now that I can say to all
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bubba's Brain', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:11 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Dave: Were you off the menu so to speak
Dexter Fong: Hi Bubba
Bubba's Brain: Hey all!
cease: bub
klokwkdog had every wisdom tooth extracted under local and suffered miserably
Dexter Fong: afk for feerill
klokwkdog too heads for the beer shelf
Bubba's Brain: I miss much?
cease: i did too in the 60s. thankfully thats too long ago to remember
Dave: yep they put me out, recovery was easy but I hate that feeling of not knowing what I was doing or not remembering it
cease: only thhe toilet, bub
Bubba's Brain: That's okay, I've got some paper towels.
cease: thats why the rest of us use drugs, dave
lililamont: I did that in the 60s, but at different times. However, I was pregnant at the time.
cease: but yhour baby was born with teeth
lililamont: No, cease. She cut her teeth just like any other infant. But she did have curls and huge eyes with long lashes.
klokwkdog: those cosmetic salespeople just get more and more aggressive...
cease: i dont think ive seen her pic, lili. or her daughter
klokwkdog: lili's on the archive log pages, I think, or was
lililamont: Not in 1970, Klok. You should see her now. Cease, I'll have to send a pic to you.
Dexter Fong sings Pictures of Lili
cease: too trite, dex
Dexter Fong: Purist!
cease: who, me
cease: whose next
Dexter Fong: Next whoser , please
klokwkdog: Dave -- as time goes on, those bloodsuckers come and hack off more and more of your body. Teeth only the beginning.
lililamont: Hey, I like that song! My dad used to sing Hi Lili, Hi Lo to me.
Dexter Fong: Klok: If you're Jewish, they start early
Bambi: great to see you all but I am asleep on my chair here .. need some rest! Nytol! You'll do great Lili! No worries.
klokwkdog: Every time *I* woke up from that stuff, it was less about what I didn't remember and 'way more about what they took that time
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi...=)
Bambi waves goodnight all!
cease: my dad sings, its terrible being old, why arent i dead, as a kind of mantra, all the time
klokwkdog: I started at 6, Dex, early enough
klokwkdog: nite Bam
cease: maybe the codeine will change his attitude
Dexter Fong: Klok: You converted at 6?
cease: by bamb
lililamont: Hey, guys, I'm ready to crash. Been doing that a lot lately. I'll check in with you guys next week, if I'm not too tired. I have to be at the hospital at 7am next Friday. Yechhh!!!
||||||||| 12:21 AM -- Bambi left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
klokwkdog: nite lili!
cease: all our love, lili
Dexter Fong: Lili: Stay in touvh with us. please
klokwkdog: good luck if we don't get to chat with you next week
klokwkdog: no, Dex, that's when they started cutting stuff out of me for profit
Dexter Fong: Profit? There's a market for foreskins? Who knew?
cease: i havent eaten sinced this morning and you cant hoist a dozen cidre and a seriously impaired man all day without a bit of nourishment,.
cease: im off in search of sustenannce.
Dexter Fong: I thought they only did it for the tips
cease: later folks
lililamont: Thanks, guys. I'll keep in touch. My daughter just called me! And here I thought I'd get some sleep. Good night, all.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat:
klokwkdog: good luck, Cat! Hope your father gets well
Dexter Fong: Be of good cheer
klokwkdog: nite Lili!
||||||||| 12:23 AM -- lililamont left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dave: bye Cat
Dave: I feel like shit and am going, night all see you next week
||||||||| 12:26 AM -- Dave left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Night Dave
klokwkdog: nite Dave
Dexter Fong: Well, speaking of leaving for ports unknown, I gotta park two cars tonight, so....... Happy Motoring and Good evening
klokwkdog: nite Dex! happy trails
klokwkdog: Bubba?
klokwkdog: you got any lines in this?
klokwkdog: very well, getting about time to go offplanet on the right coast, so...
klokwkdog: goodnight any and all left over!
||||||||| 12:29 AM -- klokwkdog left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bubba's Brain: Oh, sorry, been emailing
Bubba's Brain: So long, its been good to know ya.
||||||||| At 12:33 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bubba's Brain!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:35 AM and lililamont steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lililamont - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
ah,clem
Bambi
Boris Mbutu
Bubba's Brain
cease
dalzer
Dave!
Dave
Dexter Fong
JustAnotherTweeny
klokwkdog
LiliLamont
llanwydd
Merlyn
Muddhead
PrincipalPooP
ProfessorPoop URL References:
http://www.theregister.co.uk/2000/12/12/is_this_the_greatest_ever/