||||||||| 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 September 08, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Firebroiled', just granted probation at 8:30 AM", then leaves hurriedly. Firebroiled: Well, do you know about the gatherin’? I said, do you know about the gatherin’? I say the gatherin’ of the Revolutionary Chat Forces! Well, that’s gonna be a Reverend Westley’s pad--at nine o’clock this tonight--and be on time . . . ||||||||| "Hey Firebroiled!" ... Firebroiled turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:31 AM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| "8:08 PM? 8:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dave enters and sits at the bar. Dave: This is a jest, I am using my new notetaker and am typing in uncontracted braille ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies sky inside, makes a note of the time (8:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| It's 8:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 8:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| sky - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:59 PM and late as usual, it's ah,clem, just back from Billville." ||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern time' ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 08, 2005 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Non-Waterlogged Mudhead bounds in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Im not WET! ||||||||| Non-Waterlogged Mudhead leaves at 9:04 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..." ||||||||| 9:05 PM: Non-Waterlogged Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Hello Dear Friends Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: hello ah,clem Non-Waterlogged Mudhead:http://www.mudhead.org ||||||||| "9:08 PM? 9:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch. Merlyn: hullo Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Im on the funway already Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: hiya Merlyn Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: We're all bozos on this web Merlyn: not waterlogged, eh Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: nope Merlyn: you near the gulf coast? Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: i escaped the ravages of the black tide Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: not at all Merlyn: Nino sez you're in CT Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Im in New England (Wonder if they call it Old England?) Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: and Nino is correct tite Merlyn: jolly olde englande ||||||||| llanwydd steals in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: with a belly of jelly? Merlyn: jolle, I mean llanwydd: hi Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: angelina, dont be mean to her Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: angelina jolle ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:12 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" llanwydd: hi dex ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:13 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Dexter Fong grumbles "Aw shucks, I wanted to get here early so's I could stick it out Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: hiya llan Elayne: Evenin' all! llanwydd: hi elayne Elayne: Has the token Brit shown up yet? ||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM crosstown bus from Aurora pulls away, leaving Dave coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: E did you show it to Daddy Dudley? llanwydd: hi dave Elayne: Evenin' Dave! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:14 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Vancouver." Dexter Fong: Hiya Clem, Ilan, Merlyn, Muddy Elayne: Hey Cat! Dexter Fong: Hi E and Dave Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Non-Muddy tonite Dave: hi all, just was playin with the braillenote online as you'll notice a few hours ago, that wasn't the most successful attempt, so I'll use the good ol' pc llanwydd: everybody's coming in at once Merlyn: the tokin' Brit? llanwydd: hi cat
Dexter Fong thinks "They're coming in faster than I can greet tham Dexter Fong: See...Hi Cat Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Lets stand him on his head! Elayne: Oh, I don't think he partakes, Brian... Merlyn: Hey Dave, Nino now correctly says you're in Denvre instead of the East coast. llanwydd: hi next person. see above Merlyn: Denvre is the french section of Cenver Merlyn: Denver Merlyn: skip it Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: ah, clem? Can i have the irc address again please? llanwydd: got male. brb cease: hi el, al Dexter Fong: I go now to turn on CNI, that will take me off Chat, so I'll log in again making me even later than before...but that was then and this was now Dave: east coast eh? odd, maybe it was the ip my braillenote used or something Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: but...that was now, now is ...now Dexter Fong: Test cease: how's university treating you, dave? ||||||||| "9:17 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles. cease: vacationing soon, el? llanwydd: fine time to be getting spam ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:17 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from New York." Dexter Fong: Yeah, it happened again Merlyn: that's what I'd guess, dave. The last few times you've been shown as on the east coast cease: ive had spam on my blog. any idea how to get rid of that? Dexter Fong: Llan: It's always a good time for Spam ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'bonester', just granted probation at 9:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly. llanwydd: that's one prepared food I have never taken to cease: and shopping for shoes in nyc Dexter Fong: Hey "ster" Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Gosh, I wouldnt eat that stuff llanwydd: hi bone ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:18 PM and late as usual, it's budgie, just back from Edinburgh." bonester: bonemeister? Dave: well maybe I'm in two places at once? Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Shoes for Industry in NYC huh? Dexter Fong: Budgie: I bet your arms are tired cease: the birds are coming! call hitchcock llanwydd: hi budgie cease: hickock? wild bill's bullet-less Dexter Fong: Cat: Robin or Alfred budgie: heh, Dexter - well, not flying from the land of the bagpipes, but not far from it Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: well, now your all here at once, let me say HI cease: its a neal amid quote, dex llanwydd: I recognize that as a capone line, cat ||||||||| At 9:20 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... cease: you win, llan bonester: it's not new, it's not improved http://www.well.com/user/silly/firesign.html Merlyn: hey budgie Elayne: Oh, there you are, Budgie! Hello! Merlyn: your ISP is from there, though. Nino's map now includes the UK budgie: Evenin' Elayne... ||||||||| 9:20 PM -- bonester left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). cease: someone from the land of the new firesign show? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Boney', just granted probation at 9:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: There was burger on the highway ||||||||| 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 TOR disembarks at 9:21 PM. Elayne: Hello Boney! : Test cease: warren? llanwydd: hi tor ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:21 PM and Dexter Fong sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. cease: i forget the firesign line about earl warren budgie: yeah, Elayne told me they're over here shortly Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Hello Tor cease: ah, a suburb of toronto Elayne: We should get Budgie to do us all a report from Merrie Olde. TOR : hello Il Elayne: Hey Tor! TOR : hello Non llanwydd: tor, when you leave we'll all be quoting a Rush song cease: i think the firelads should do some of giant rat in their london show Dexter Fong: TOR ello TOR : Any Mr. Bill fans amoungst the Bozos? budgie: Elayne - if I can get there for the sjow, I will Boney: Hey, Elayne. Your URL is here. http://www.well.com/user/silly/blogroll.html Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: I loved him Elayne: If they stick to any Goon-inspired stuff I'm sure they'll be a big hit. Boney: The blog is dead, the blogroll lives on. TOR :http://www.sun-sentinel.com/news/weather/weblog/hurricane/archives/2005/06/oh_no_mr_bill_h.html Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: literally Dexter Fong: Ilan: Canadian, eh? llanwydd: I wonder how many of you will get that TOR : REAL clay-mation Elayne: Thanks Tom! llanwydd: good one, dex cease: i hope that doesnt mean people will hit them, el Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: more like Clay-motion Dexter Fong: Hit me with a Blogroll TOR : clay achin' mation cease: but i dont suppose football hooligans attend firesign shows Elayne: Tom, you should add Cat's blog as well. And probably Fran's too. Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: or Clay makin bacon llanwydd: that's what I'd like to see. Mr. Billville TOR : & moi's evil blog http://torhershman.blogspot.com/ budgie: bah, don't mention blogrolls to me. bl.gs stopped registering my updates months ago TOR : Mr. Billville would be a gas. Elayne: Cat is at http://seemrealland.blogspot.com/ Dexter Fong: They call me Mister Billville but my real name is Speedo cease: watfching all these abandoned pets in new orleans on the news Dave: I'm too introverted to write blogs, too private, let me tell you my ventings! hahaha I think not! cease: people say they wont leave without their pets. i can dig that Elayne: And Fran (Bambi) is at http://jim-fran.com/BambisMusings ah,clem: ... cease: is this your only act of non-privacy, dave? Dexter Fong: Dave: Keep it to yourself =) Elayne: Tor, I like your Living Will. :) TOR : thanks Dexter Fong: Will Rogers Lives!! TOR : Hon ney of a noodle Dexter Fong: Ho! Nay! cease: my latest blog entry is for hon's house of noodles llanwydd: If Rogers lives he's probably in an alaskan ghost town Elayne: I love your restaurant/food posts, Cat! ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:28 PM, dragging professorPoop by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Dexter Fong: pP! cease: vancouver is having a tasting feast next saturday. various upscale restaurant offer tidbits from their menu. will make a Great blog entry TOR : More of Post town professorPoop: 10-4 eleanor cease: thaks el. at least someone does Dave: I had noodles today, man I'm gonna gain so much weight, but I'm a stick, but I like my 115 lbs, smile professorPoop: hi fong budgie: ok, well the name of the place is "a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" and as it's heading towards 2:25am, I'm similarly heading for bed... night all Elayne: I love "food porn." I'm addicted to the Food Network, especially Iron Chef. professorPoop: you have to run around in the shower to get wet dave TOR : I like my 115 lbs, too. And I like my other leg as well. Elayne: Night Budgie, thanks for stopping by! professorPoop: night budgie Merlyn: nite budgie, thanks for the nino stress test llanwydd: good night budgie TOR : bye Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: gnight budgie cease: by budge Dexter Fong: Night Budgemeister professorPoop: cheerio or bonsoir alors Merlyn: that horn honk in dwarf is used in a lot of computer games llanwydd: tout alors Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: yeah, bon bons up yours too Professer professorPoop: oops what is scottish for night night? TOR : nought nought ? Dexter Fong: Merl: It's kind of an Orc signature, right Merl professorPoop: that is right up my alley Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: Thank you ah, clem llanwydd: I dread nought professorPoop: whoughs there? TOR : a battleship joke, ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Dexter Fong: "We have nothing to dread but our noght,,,,er,,,,thought ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'klokwkdog', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| "Hey klokwkdog!" ... klokwkdog turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:32 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... professorPoop: a battleship joke whough? TOR : You sank my !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ||||||||| klokwkdog waltzes in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. professorPoop: klick klock llanwydd: hi klok Dexter Fong: Hi Bye Hi Klok klokwkdog: hello all Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: whats that klicking noise cease: klok Dexter Fong: My Bich Pen llanwydd: blast from the past, tor! professorPoop: mudhead's car TOR : Gotz to go, Stay on Groovin' Safari. cease: going to sink the bizmarck? Dexter Fong: So long TOR Non-Waterlogged Mudhead: not any more Elayne: Hi Klok! klokwkdog: and Ken says he has to sleep until 11PM and then off to the salt mine or something along that order llanwydd: bye tor. say goodnight to Snow Dog Dexter Fong: Ooohh! Heavily produced station ID form Clem klokwkdog: so he prob'ly won't be joining us professorPoop: bye Tor Dexter Fong: Clem Dexter Fong: Clem Dexter Fong: C;lem Dexter Fong: Clen Dexter Fong: Clan cease: tor? keep on tearing Dexter Fong: Klum professorPoop: ah, clem, on a roll? keister? cease: hi ah clem llanwydd: clam roll! sounds good ||||||||| At 9:35 PM, Non-Waterlogged Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Boney: Read all about it in TOR-a-zine ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mudhead in through the front door at 9:35 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. professorPoop: oyster rolls royce Mudhead: My heads not wet! Dexter Fong: Clam Roll: Clam!....Here Clam!.......Present Clam!....'yo! ah,clem :) cease: this is our first chat since the announcement of the firesign gig in london professorPoop: howdy clem llanwydd: thursday night. time to break out more homemade wine Boney: I'm Boney in the Rogue's Gallery. http://www.well.com/user/silly/firesign.html Mudhead: ah, clem whats the irc address? ||||||||| At 9:37 PM, Boney runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| 9:37 PM: Boney jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" cease: too bad austin couldnt take a ship over there Dexter Fong: Bye Boney,,,,thanks for the 8x10 klokwkdog: mudhead - irc.equnet.org, I think. join #cni professorPoop: you taught my beginners calculus class boney cease: i see Hu's on first Dexter Fong: Cat: They should heavily drug him,,,then fly him over there ah,clem: yup Boney: I'd explain what just happened... But I'm too busy laughing. Boney: Laughing hard at my own silly self. cease: he's in ottawa. but not doing the official us visit, just the un,. i think Dexter Fong: afk for ....well you know Boney: I taught no one's calculus class, professorPoop. Boney: I never even took calculus class. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| TOR - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| budgie - dead from measles ||||||||| Dave - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Boney: I've never taught, I've never even taken professorPoop: well you look like him, a class right after lunch in high school in the middle 1970s, need I say more? Boney: I look like a sloppy joe? Boney: I thought you said I look like lunch professorPoop: a big mac maybe cease: does the earl of sandwich look like sliced bread? professorPoop: I used to smoke my lunch, and I don't mean fish or ham or turkey Elayne:http://www.prnewswire.com/cgi-bin/stories.pl?ACCT=104&STORY=/www/story/09-07-2005/0004102163&EDATE Boney: I'll be buying a Mac mini soon... I'm trying to lose weight... Every half watt counts. Elayne: Just found that reading through my blogs. Boney: You were in the parking lot relating with the other kids and teachers ||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Boney: relating to? Bambi: hello Dear Friends :-) klokwkdog: howdy Bambi llanwydd: hi bambi Dexter Fong: Bambi! professorPoop: hi bambi, how are you? Bambi: hey Klok cease: sounds like something i'll definitely watch, el cease: hi bambi Bambi: hi profP doing well and you? Bambi: hi Cat professorPoop: when did you move to michigan bambi? professorPoop: fine thanks Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood hands Bambi a toasted almond. professorPoop: that does look like fun E Elayne: Hey Bambi! Mudhead: fine, dont offer me a drink Elayne: Here's a creepy story: http://www.reformer.com/Stories/0,1413,102%257E29954%257E3034056,00.html Boney: Currently the focus of the War on Drugs is on casual pot smokers... some top bureaucrats from FEMA will be transferred to the War on Drugs soon... It's all in the Department of Homeland Security... Somewhere Bambi: hey Elayne! llanwydd: I wonder if catherwood would give me a whole dinner ||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a whole dinner. Bambi: well, we have been spending some time here for the last couple summers helping out and visiting ... and getting away from the vicious hot VA summers professorPoop: don't be greedy llan Bambi: hi llanwydd cease: and extraditing canadians to face us courts, boney llanwydd: now I never have to worry about going hungry Dexter Fong: "FEMA Agents raid Hospital. Find Drugs. cease: your war on drugs is getting more and more insane Boney: They're gonna turn the high school parking lot into... a parking lot professorPoop: michigan looked like virginia to me, I was not there for the winters cease: even though i grew up in la, i am never not amazed at america's infinite evil cease: as long as michigan doesnt start looking like a vagina to you, poop Dexter Fong: BoneY: They paved paradise...pujt up a school professorPoop: wrong chatroom cat Dexter Fong: Yeah! No anti-American talk here buddy Boney: bOnEy Mudhead: Im positive professorPoop: did we have a moment of silence for gilligan? Bambi: gee ... how odd to find drugs in a hospital ... FEMA on the case again LOL Mudhead: thats long enuff Boney: Maynard G Krebs Dexter Fong: pP: I scattered his ashes professorPoop: you are older than I am cease: i guess gilligan can't get busted for put anymore Dexter Fong: pP: What my age got to do with it? professorPoop: offerings for a parking space fong? llanwydd: I've never been in CA, cat but I know how about the evils of the LA police department. It's big news in the US Boney: High School Madness bore a resemblence to a show called Dobie Gillis... Also Ozzie & Harriet, etc. professorPoop: was he really? Elayne: I hope the pot at least helped ease his suffering towards the end. Merlyn: ok, trivia question: what was gilligan's full name? Boney: That's Dobie, not Doobie cease: i'm sure it did, el Dexter Fong: Doobie Gilligan? professorPoop: little buddy gilligan Boney: Bob Denver was a supporting character in the Dobie Gillis show named Maynard G Krebs, a beatnik llanwydd: I remember maynard. And I was only 3 years old cease: all yu need to know about the la police force is summartzed in the deputy dan cut on dear friends.
Dexter Fong snaps his fingers cease: or from another firesign line, "help, it's the police." professorPoop: I remember the name, I cannot remember one episode cease: in nola it would be, "help. it's fema!" Merlyn: supposedly listed as "Willie Gilligan" in the first TV guide entry for the premiere Bambi: thanks for posting my blog Elayne when folks were posting them :-) Boney: He was the sort of small town beatnik who'd be working the espresso machine at your local coffee house. cease: i watched dobie when i was too young for doobies Mudhead: arent they the same in NOLA? Boney: WHOOSH llanwydd: dobie used to talk into the camera sometimes. that's all I remember about him professorPoop: solioquays? Dexter Fong: Willie Gilligan - The story of an elderly black transvestite.supreme court judge and her illegitamte family llanwydd: right, pp Elayne: No prob, Bambi - I don't always understand your tech talk but I like your blog just the same! Boney: They filmed the location shots of the Dobie Goes to College episode at Pomona College, not far from where Ossman reputedly went to school professorPoop: G I double L I A N spells Gilligan Boney: Claremont Mens College llanwydd: gilligan's island was extremely improbable Dexter Fong: Reoeatedly went to school cease: so you, david ossman, don't go to school! Bambi: one of the best things about MI during the summer ... you can actually stay outside without getting eaten alive by mosquitos and without all that humidity and heat! Boney: Which in turn is across the street from Pitzer College, where I graduated from Dexter Fong: Ilan: What are you a critic? Boney: My old ale mater Boney: wherefrom I graduated Boney: from ||||||||| 9:54 PM: Dave jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" professorPoop: It was insight into the sociology of America llanwydd: perfectly intelligent people who not only couldn't build a boat to get them off the island but couldn't fix the hole in the old one professorPoop: wb dave Bambi: gotta love the things they came up with ... especially since they had only traveled with a day trip's worth of anything LOL Bambi: hi Dave cease: i went to 3 la universities. inlcluding one near exposition park, which i always think of during dwarf Dave: wow see what I miss by reading my braillenote's manual, so many more options with this thing cease: you have new braile machine, dave? Bambi: couldn't fix the boat ... but they were able to make a full blown stage LOL professorPoop: I think nixon was president, that should explain everything llanwydd: they were well dressed on that island all those years. and rather well fed Dexter Fong: Boat was under warrentee...if they did amything to it, would void the warrantee professorPoop: they were not in a hurry cease: there is an echo in dwarf of the old mickie rooney, judy garland movies-hey kits, let's put on a show cease: kids Bambi: well, you know coconuts are supposed to be plant cease: i think they mention it in liner notes or somewhere Merlyn: They almost got rescued, but Gilligan spelled out "HEPL" with rocks and FEMA said it didn't count Dexter Fong: Hey kids, open your show kits Bambi: plant's answer to mother's milk ;) cease: pliant? only after you get them drunk professorPoop: hehe she said mother's milk hehe llanwydd: I know a guy who thinks he is the son of mickey and judy. no kidding professorPoop: preferable to father's milk thank you
Dexter Fong Swigs down a chalice of Mare's Milk professorPoop: close the curtain fred Dexter Fong: Ilan: Short energetic drug adict? cease: mickey rooney is part of my george harrison story. but i think mickey is still alive llanwydd: I don't know what he's on Dexter Fong: He's on Thursday's at Nine Bambi: m i c k e y ..... m o o s e professorPoop: he is selling insurance, or his wife does the talking ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and Bunnyboy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. llanwydd: LOL dex! Bunnyboy: lo dere Merlyn: No, it's not the entire side, it's about 1.5 minutes ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Dexter Fong: pP: And he sits on her lap top? cease: hi bun professorPoop: hi bunnyboy Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy! professorPoop: no, he is eating a cookie Bunnyboy: ah...no echo Dexter Fong: Hey Bun Bambi: hi bunny Bunnyboy: hmmm Bunnyboy: brb ||||||||| "10:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:01 PM and Bunnyboy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. professorPoop: ginger's hair always looked good Bunnyboy: echo? llanwydd: hi bunnyboy Dexter Fong: Bunny's looking for an echo Bunnyboy: There I go! professorPoop: ahh you went out to get a grape Bambi: you're a magician bunny! Bunnyboy: Ginger was a MAN! klokwkdog: play Canadian Sunset! Bunnyboy: A shameless drag queen hussy! professorPoop: I saw that episode, they started jumping the shark llanwydd: play canadian bacon Bunnyboy: Mary Ann! AaaROOOOOOO!
Dexter Fong echos cease: we dont play canadian sunset. we are canadian sunset Bunnyboy: HOW TIME FLYS Boney: Way cool, the Rogue's Gallery is written in stone! Bunnyboy: Lovely Bambi: cool! Dexter Fong: There's an annoying beeping in my ear Bunnyboy: (sings) Hamlet, Hamlet, do be a Lamblet... Bunnyboy: (sings) Neither a borrower nor a lender beeeeeeeee... professorPoop: luck be a lady tonight Dexter Fong: Gys and Lambs Bunnyboy: U R A-OK llanwydd: a lender is a bagel
Dexter Fong thinks whatta club Boney: Has anyone attended a performance of Spamlet? Bunnyboy: Mark! (said the harelipped dog) professorPoop: I can control my thoughts if I want to, can't I? Dexter Fong: Boney: Aye Boney: that Monty Python Broadway thingie cease: dex, condi Dexter Fong: Boney:Have Elayne: Oh, I'd love to see Spamalot, but it's sold out for a long, long time. professorPoop: Has not played in Roanoke yet, or troutville llanwydd: i think you mean spamalot Bambi: Great picks Clem Elayne: And I don't have the kind of cash for a Broadway show anyway... cease: i walked by the theatre and took its picture. it's on m blog Bunnyboy: Condie Rice attended Spamalot, and shopped for shoes...while New Orleans languished. professorPoop: this is cool klokwkdog: Condoleeza had a great time there while rome burned... Dexter Fong: We are the nights who say 'blub blub gurgle' Bunnyboy: Of course, she's only the SECRETARY OF STATE, BEDAMN!!! llanwydd: I've seen one broadway show. The Elephant Man. in 1979 Boney: Bush never leaves home with Condi--his protection, mates klokwkdog: ...and Bush clumsily strummed his guitar... Elayne: I saw Little Women The Musical before it closed - actually, the last show before it closed. cease: i saw Barefood in the Park in 64, my previous trip to NYC Elayne: But I got a free ticket, along with a bunch of other bloggers. Bunnyboy: "Funny. Louisiana isn't on my European map. Hmmm..." professorPoop: hey, the head of Fema's experience was doing the campaign of Bush, they thought that would be a disaster but he did a super job Dexter Fong: ...while Marie er um Barbra did a slinky Gavotte klokwkdog: Bunny -- "It's {LA} bigger than Europe Bunnyboy: llan: Anglim or Bowie? Did Kevin Conway play Treves? klokwkdog: -- Ted Stevens (R-AK) Boney: clumsily strummed... feeble FEMA... bureaucratic turf Dexter Fong: Bunny: That's 'cause its twice as big as Europe professorPoop: where is donny anyway? llanwydd: what other countries beside the US and Canada are suffering from the gas emergency? klokwkdog: up the brook without a paddle, Poop klokwkdog: Ilan - send in the Di-Gel! professorPoop: prices have gone up 1 euro a litre in parts of europe also llanwydd: Conway and Anglim, bunny. both very good Dexter Fong: Not Europe: They're gas is over 6 bucks a gallon professorPoop: too bad, I heard he loved the paddle Bunnyboy: FEBA - Failed Emperor Bush's Albatross Boney: toxic troglodyte... von Wolfowitz ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Bunnyboy: Kevin Conway rocks. He pops up on TV every now and again. Never got the chance to see him on stage. professorPoop: conway and newhart Dexter Fong: Bunny: Any relation to Tim Conway? Bunnyboy: I played Teddy in WHEN YA COMIN' BACK, RED RYDER, years ago. A role Kevin Conway originated. llanwydd: I saw conway on a pbs fundraiser once klokwkdog: Bunny - http://www.talkingpointsmemo.com/archives/week_2005_09_04.php#006435 Bunnyboy: Dex: None that I know.
klokwkdog only remembers Candy Clark's shower in Red Ryder... Elayne: Klok - twice the size of Europe? Geez, what an idiot. Elayne: It's about the size of the UK. Elayne: Which is still enormous, around 90,000 square miles. Bunnyboy: Thanks klok. Verrrry interesting. klokwkdog: Oh yes, E. But read up -- it could have been worse. Bernie Kerik could've been FEMA head Bunnyboy: Kevin Conway has done a few fun turns on HOMICIDE:LOTS and OZ. professorPoop: alaska is a big state too Dexter Fong: E: Don't you get it....they're all ignorant klokwkdog: they're all gangsters cease: when i was in school in la, ignorance was celebrated. i see nothing has changed Bunnyboy: He played the O'Reilley boys' despicable father on OZ. Elayne: Not all, Unca Dex. Some just don't give a shit. Boney: Al Franken is playing with FEMA like a pitbull with a chew toy cease: but gangsters have to be smart to not become dead gangsters Dexter Fong: Cat: It Pay's to be Ignorant Bunnyboy: And a murderous, Poe-plagiarizing poet on H:LOTS. cease: i hear it's bliss too cease: never did see the attraction Boney: Poe-plagiarizing poet? cease: are you watching franken on tv, boney? Boney: the purloined Poe Dexter Fong: Boney" Iwas wondering also Bunnyboy: Conway played Hester Prynn's (sic?) husband on a long-ago PBS production of THE SCARLET LETTER, starring Meg Foster. Boney: Yes, every night. Boney: Every weeknight. llanwydd: he couldn't fool me. I know everything Poe ever wrote Elayne: Did anyone read what happened when Laura Rozen called FEMA. Boney: I close my eyes and Al is still there Elayne: Her call got returned by a guy who used to work for the Bush-Cheney election campaign. cease: i isten to the radio show in the morn. the tv thing isnt avialalbe here, thuogh maybe on bittorent Elayne: It's like the entire agency is taken over by campaign cronies now. Very scary. professorPoop: ahh, you have one of those HDTVs I see cease: yes there was a lot about that on air america today, el cease: but i'm listening to aa while im reading salon, comon dreams, cursor, etc Boney: No, my TV's a Sony CRT... It isn't high def Dexter Fong: afk ..well....knowhat 'mean klokwkdog: E- the guy running FEMA now was a college roomate of the guy who USED to run FEMA Elayne: I've had a week away from most of this. Yep, Klok, and neither of them ever had any relevant experience. cease: give the nice arabian horsey some sugar cubes Elayne: But they both worked for Bush-Cheney! klokwkdog: the guy who USED to run FEMA is in LA now "helping" companies get disaster aid Bunnyboy: First FEMA, then the Supreme Court, then...Pelosi, Kennedy and Biden, up against the wall! professorPoop: ahhh not sublimated, did bush say that? cease: your vacatin starting soon, el? professorPoop: ahh paisley horsie klokwkdog: (having taken a break from the job he left FEMA for -- "helping" contractors get lucrative Iraq work) klokwkdog: it's all in TPM, in sickening detail cease: yes i read the blogs, but not as often. Mudhead: TPM? klokwkdog: Oh yeah, the first guy Bush put in at FEMA had absolutely outstanding credentials, having worked on his election campaign cease: i was thiniking of posting something about new orleans, but havent yet Elayne: Cat, my vacation's almost over. I've been on holiday all week. cease: i was there when i was 3. not exactly a memory professorPoop: sorry time has expired, tell them what TPM is klok Elayne: Today I cleaned out the linen closet. Exciting!! cease: oh, i thught it was later. good for you, el. hope you had some more successful interviews Elayne: Might go into Manhattan tomorrow, I never get to go there any more. cease: talking points memo klokwkdog: shades of Giant Rat, E! Elayne: Cat, I didn't have one single phone call, much less any interviews. professorPoop: I got knoppix to work, it cannot connect to the internet yet cease: bummer Elayne: And I sent out as many resumes as I had a few months ago. Elayne: So it looks like I'll be stuck at that job for quite some time to come. Elayne: It'd be easier if Robin had steady work, but he doesn't. cease: one bummer after another Elayne: But hey, guess what? We're alive, we're healthy, and we're not flooded or homeless. Elayne: We are the lucky ones, I will never, ever forget that. professorPoop: remember the little engine that could cease: i thought comics were a growth industry these days cease: that's true, el Dexter Fong: Mud: TPM = TalkingPointsMemo...I think... Dexter Fong: Klok give him the link please Bunnyboy: Comics have more weeds than blooms these days, IMO. klokwkdog: Poop -- the only ones left are being made by Red Star locomotive works near Beijing... :-( ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dave', just granted probation at 10:23 PM", then leaves hurriedly. professorPoop: still a good story professorPoop: wb dave Bunnyboy: I am, however, enjoying Grant Morrison's big, big cycle on SEVEN SOLDIERS. Bambi: I loved that story when I was a child ProfP Dexter Fong: WB again Dave (Jeeze! He's in and out like anyting) Bambi: welcome back Dave professorPoop: I am re-reading one of the riverworld novels klokwkdog: Mudhead - www.talkingpointsmemo.com Dave: ok I'm not saying much, doing a thousand things at once here, college is going ok, boring orientation shit really, so I'm just waiting for classes to start next monday klokwkdog: only 1000, Dave? ;-) llanwydd: I will be afk for about 20. see some of you later Dexter Fong: Dave: I think you are classy nough klokwkdog: fare well, Ilan professorPoop: ok llan Elayne: Josh always does a great job. He's a heck of a journalist. Elayne: Bye Llan! cease: marshall? yes, he's excellent Bunnyboy: nite llan!
klokwkdog always preferred Scuffy the Tugboat himself professorPoop: was george carlin the pilot on that? professorPoop: or ringo starr? klokwkdog: Elayne - quite so, but when he starts getting technical like he was in the New Hampshire primary last year, I get really bored klokwkdog: this stuff or his Iraq stuff in 2003 is where he just absolutely shines professorPoop: that was super cool ah, clem Bunnyboy: Bumbershoot was a blast this year. I saw The New York Dolls, Garbage, Trey Anastasio, Marc Broussard, Elvis Costello and Iggy and the Stooges. Bunnyboy: Iggy was BRILLIANT! klokwkdog: irc.equnet.org is the CNI chat, join chat #cni Bambi: thanks Klok :-) klokwkdog: Bunny - yeah, they had some of the performers on KEXP from time to time ah,clem: thanks Klok klokwkdog: Merlyn -- do you have multiline capability for the FST chat topic? they could put the equnet stuff and other things in a 2nd line... professorPoop: i have to pay extra attention to new clips klokwkdog: -- at the risk of steeling away some of us FST chatters who can't multitask Merlyn: Yes, just use the pulldown menu for multiline input Merlyn: Oh, not the topic, but just put in there Dexter Fong: Welcome to the Clip Joint...pay extra attention...no charge Bunnyboy: I finally got to see RED, starring Lawrence Tierney. klokwkdog: heck, Dave can probably touch-type 40 wpm on two keyboards at once...and be in 4 chats on each one... ||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from the yaws ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: that is, < br > Elayne: Wow, look at the time. Best go, lots more vacationing to get done! Hmm, that oven top needs cleaning... ah,clem: ok, I'll Try that next time, Merl Bunnyboy: nite El! Dexter Fong: Klok: Dave's dead man professorPoop: one chat at one time is beyond my limit Boney: my brain is incapable of multitasking ah,clem: bye E Elayne: Night all! Dexter Fong: Night Elayne ||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 10:30 PM train to Hellmouth. cease: thanks for spending your vacation with us here, el. sorry i can't be with you 2 for this one klokwkdog: Bunny - never realized he was in that. But it's been awhile since I saw the "3 Colors" trilogy... Bambi: night Elayne professorPoop: good luck E Boney: Nite, Elayne. Bambi: enjoy your vacation! Bunnyboy: klok: Ha ha! No, this is a short film. Not the trilogy flick. Boney: is she going to Disney World? cease: i thought Blue was the best Bunnyboy: Dave's dead? What? klokwkdog: oh. I didn't think he spoke Polish...
Dexter Fong liked "Ol' Yeller' Bunnyboy: You mean he fell outta chat? Or what? klokwkdog: don't worry Bun - he keeps coming back. It's almost biblical... cease: he comes and goes professorPoop: I preferred white fang Dexter Fong: Bunyy: Yes fell outta chat and fell in love cease: or southpark klokwkdog: yeah, Kristy McNichol was good in that one professorPoop: he died of the yaws, dem yaws dem yaws dem dirty yaws Bunnyboy: RED is a small, early 90's flick based on a phone-prank tape, a tape that was also the model for Bart Simpson's phone pranks on Moe on THE SIMPSONS. klokwkdog: say, Tweeny hasn't been here lately Dexter Fong: pPoop: What's yaws Boney: Krispy McNipples klokwkdog: one of the diseases in Symptom Six klokwkdog: I'm surprised that FST hasn't pitched that as a reality show cease: how would we know, klok? professorPoop: mine were bought at a flea market many years ago cease: i;'m surprised no one is discussing the firesign upcoming bbc show cease: hopefully a whole new market for them klokwkdog: we have been left out, Cat professorPoop: what about yours?
Dexter Fong cat: what's to say..glad they're doing it klokwkdog: they have abandoned us for quiche-eaters and doubtful "allies" professorPoop: I think they will be a smash Dexter Fong: klok: lol Boney: T&A humor of the Seventies cease: it could open some doors for them, is my point. get them some more work Bunnyboy: The production values for RED are of a similiar bent to the ones displayed in the video production of EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG. All dialogue is either pre-recorded or looped in. klokwkdog: cheese-eating surrender monkeys cease: and where there's work, there's Smoke Boney: blame game, klok professorPoop: is the bbc channel in the top 10? Dexter Fong: Cat: I get the impression that individual differences are they're biggest obstacles professorPoop: might be tough if it is a soccer night cease: thats true for efvery 4 people, dex Boney: w's cronies should pilot Air Force One cease: lol bone klokwkdog: Poop - they control the damn market. Viewers are forced to pay to support the beeb by their socialist government. In France, it's even worse. Ever seen any French TV? Like French beer, there's a reason... professorPoop: they do have lives, they should stop that and become show people again Dexter Fong: Srownie reins in Air Force one...hah Bunnyboy: cease: Just checked out the BBC news. Is cool! professorPoop: you prefer commercials? klokwkdog: Boney - that is an excellent idea! Great! ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Johnny Piano into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:38 PM, then departs. Dexter Fong: pP: I prefer paid interruptions Johnny Piano: Hulloo hulloo - what haps about? professorPoop: johnny piano Dexter Fong: Johnny Arpegio Bunnyboy: Though, I'm disappointed they aren't airlifting the Austin motorhome to London... klokwkdog: Bunny - the BBC news is full of anti-American bias and socialist propaganda Bunnyboy: lo Johnny. Bunnyboy: brb Johnny Piano: How is everyone? cease: oh johnny oh johnny Boney: Govt corruption in U.S. history... a miniseries on PBS... Chapter 103 cease: so is the firesign theatre, klok Johnny Piano: Cat, you've turned Juicy Boney: Episode is a better word cease: fantastic bbc show called The Power of Nightmares, about the neocons and "al qaeda" Dexter Fong: Episodic! Whoa..that's really good cease: check it out if you can find it klokwkdog: Oh, the historians of the Ulysses S. Grant administration are very hopeful that Bush's will soon totally surpass Grant's record incompetence and cronyism, making Grant, finally, look good professorPoop: epic soda, more caffine Johnny Piano: Helluva week here - my dad had a heart attack, and today had quintuple bypass surgery. Boney: Episode 103... The George W Bush Administration... Year One. klokwkdog: cat - I'm just repeating what we are told on Fox News cease: calvin coolidge in new orleans with the little fat man. gw there with rove professorPoop: ouch johnny cease: you almost need a randy newman to encapsule the similarity klokwkdog: sorry to hear, JP Johnny Piano: No shit, Poop Dexter Fong: JP" Sorry to hear that kinda news cease: sorry to hear, johnny Johnny Piano: All appears to well after the surgery. cease: or a new randyman professorPoop: that is good news Johnny Piano: Oops...missed the "be" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:42 PM and llanwydd bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Boney: Maybe episode 103 should be about Karl Rove klokwkdog: I always loved that song; now it's getting played too much. They should play the other songs on "Little Criminals", too, since it's a song cycle there at the beginning professorPoop: wb llan llanwydd: hello again Dexter Fong: Ilan, you bounder Bambi: wb llanwydd Johnny Piano: Did I see someone said Fox actually criticized Bush? klokwkdog: Huey Long came to power in part after the floods of '27 (and the Depression) cease: doesnt new orleans 1927 remind you too much of Sail Away? Bambi: hi Johnny Johnny Piano: Hello Bambi professorPoop: President Fox of mexico ||||||||| 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 Rotonoto disembarks at 10:43 PM. Boney: Probably just Geraldo, Johnny. professorPoop: yo rotonoto Dexter Fong: 'chu decide, we won't listen cease: hey roto Johnny Piano: Nah, I meant the evil spawn of Rupert Murdoch, pP llanwydd: I didn't know there had been a flood in 27 Rotonoto: hiya guize klokwkdog: JP - they are having trouble keeping all their troops marching in formation. It will pass. They'll get the One Voice going again shortly. Boney: Remember the scene in All the King's Men where the school collapses? Johnny Piano: YoRoToNoTo llanwydd: hey roto! professorPoop: the benediction already? Dexter Fong: Oh Roto! like tiny submerged flower...not yet waterproof like most watches Johnny Piano: Say it ain't so, Klok klokwkdog: Yeah, I re-read that book during the Perot campaign and boy oh boy were the parallels amazing Rotonoto: like floating flotsam and jetsam my not so terriffic feeling for it... klokwkdog: wonderful show, Clem; good work for you & Bambi klokwkdog: HI ROTO! klokwkdog: WB Johnny Piano: Floating feces? professorPoop: thanks ahh, clem, you are the man, the big cheese llanwydd: I voted for Perot. Looking back I think it was kind of a dumb thing to do klokwkdog: sheesh, the Weavers. more socialists ;-( Boney: Episode 103... Lobbyists in Congress, lobbyists in the White House Dexter Fong: Oh! Roto...like Snoopy Dogm hang on to flotsan ir jetsan,,,may save insignificant life klokwkdog: Ilan -- compared to what? Rotonoto: ahhh, it's good to be back- need a lil comic relief 2nite Johnny Piano: Never trust a man with silent letters in his name cease: anyone hear rachel madow fillling in for the majority report? Johnny Piano: What's yer story, Roto? I too have had a week from hell professorPoop: big talk from a Johnny Rotonoto: never trust a man who is missing consonants in his name cease: had a great bit about the vancouver search and rescue team who were there saving people a week before fema shows up ||||||||| 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 Dave disembarks at 10:48 PM. professorPoop: cheese balls for everyone catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to professorPoop and says "Stop typing gibberish, professorPoop!" Rotonoto: (unless he's a real nice guy- then take him to the Swiss Picnic) Johnny Piano: Never trust a letter from a silent man cease: diet cola? Dave: I come I go professorPoop: ahhh they have changed the rules here Dexter Fong: Well, hasn't Catherwood become sarky ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dexter Fong and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Johnny Piano: No thanks, but I'm wearing your shorts on my head klokwkdog: he got things done in Texas. Perot went up against (gasp!) high-school football ah,clem: good night everyone Boney: your dog is finally getting enough cheese Bambi: hi Roto Dave :-) ah,clem :) Dexter Fong: Well, hasn't Catherwood become sarky ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and says "Do you have something for me to do?" cease: just like virtual particles, dave Dexter Fong: is Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Dexter Fong and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" Johnny Piano: Skink cheese? klokwkdog: kind of like advocating the teaching of atheism down there professorPoop: veni vedi vechi catchatory Rotonoto: rooms will be vacated at twelve noon- that's when we change the rules- and sell a few consonants Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood brings Bambi a toasted almond. Johnny Piano: cacciatore Dexter Fong: Ha! Cather wood is still the same old moron professorPoop: he likes you bambi Dexter Fong: C atherwood?
Bambi smiles Dexter Fong: Ca thewood? professorPoop: bambi and C, sitting in a tree Johnny Piano: Catherwood, bring me a strong belt of scotch ||||||||| Catherwood gets Johnny Piano a strong belt of scotch. llanwydd: how do you pour a toasted almond? ah,clem: Catherwood, please draw me an ale ||||||||| Catherwood draws ah,clem an ale. llanwydd: I guess catherwood would know ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside llanwydd and yells "oh, fuck off llanwydd!" klokwkdog: I read a BBC news report today and had to go digging to find what "Noachian times" meant Johnny Piano: Ah, clem! klokwkdog: they don't talk down Dexter Fong: Catherwood, drink this unamed poison ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and asks "Did you need me?" professorPoop: no C no, bad C lool klokwkdog:http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/4226236.stm ah,clem: hi JP, did ya catc the show? Johnny Piano: Catherwood, you have quite a temper ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Johnny Piano and asks "Someone mention my name?" Boney:http://www.joke-archives.com/poetry/deteriorata.html cease: good selections, as always, clem Dexter Fong: C lool...Harbor Master in Training Johnny Piano: Bite me, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood bites Johnny Piano. llanwydd: pour yourself a hemlock while you're at it catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to llanwydd and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Johnny Piano: Sorry, ah-clem - was busy recording earlier tonight, just got on the board a little bit ago Merlyn: That's what I call cervix Dexter Fong: Ilan: At least he didn Johnny Piano: Damn, nice store-bought choppers, Mr. C ah,clem: well good to see ya, anyway Johnny Piano: Same here, boss klokwkdog: clem - can you give us the exact references for the Hour Hour things you played last week? professorPoop: let's kiss and make up, give me a kiss catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood brings professorPoop a kiss. klokwkdog: they have been the object of some controversy Dave: too many things going on! but I'm surviving Dexter Fong: Good to see you, C;em...and thanks ah,clem: getting a bit tirednow, gonna run along, see y'all next time Merlyn: wby clem Bambi: Catherwood plant a kiss on my cheek ||||||||| Catherwood ons Bambi's cheek. Merlyn: bye, I mean klokwkdog: well, maybe later, then clem. goodnight professorPoop: have a super week ah, clem :D ciaoooo Bambi: drat Johnny Piano: I suppose there's bit all sorts of chatter about FST's impending London trip Bambi: should have worked llanwydd: night clem Bambi: lol ah,clem :) klokwkdog: nite clem, bambi Bambi: see ya soon Clem .. great show professorPoop: hehe C did it on bambi's cheek hehe Rotonoto: bye Mr. ahClem... cease: nite clem ah,clem: tk Johnny Piano: Which cheek? ah,clem: s ||||||||| At 10:54 PM, ah,clem vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Oooohhh! Aren't you the cheekyt one professorPoop: ask bambi, or catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to professorPoop and asks "Something I can help with?" Rotonoto: I've been up all night, but I'm coming down... Johnny Piano: Cheeky monkey klokwkdog: well, yer lucky Catherwood didn't 'off' it instead ;-) ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to klokwkdog and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" professorPoop: do you read me rotonoto? Dexter Fong: Catherwood be a moron ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Did you want me?" klokwkdog: clam up, Catherwood. mind your business and stop eavesdropping on your betters ||||||||| Catherwood clams up mind your business and stop eavesdropping on your betters. professorPoop: catherwood has an attitude ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to professorPoop and mumbles "Did you need me?" Rotonoto: I read Gypsy Doctor... Boney: I read only C notes llanwydd: I guess we need to be careful not to uspet the butler Johnny Piano: Gypsy Doctor Rose Bud Weiser Dexter Fong: Gypsy Catherwood, tell my fortune ||||||||| Catherwood tells Dexter Fong's fortune. cease: I hear his new book is better: Gypsy Lawyer Rotonoto: well, hell- everyone knows the butler did it Johnny Piano: Pass the butler klokwkdog: Daws Butler? llanwydd: i'd hate to see the butler going postal professorPoop: yes he did it, on her cheek Johnny Piano: Gee, Yogi Boney: Back in the eighties I read Ulysees Dexter Fong: Cat: have you heard the Gypsy jUDGES? professorPoop: heeey booboo Rotonoto: aw. it's deja vu all over again- all over everything cease: nope cease: no, its 4 way street cease: same songs, more clapping llanwydd: I read a lot of Poe in the 80s Bunnyboy: I'm back. Are y'all tormenting the bot? Johnny Piano: The sound of one hand clapping Dexter Fong: Positevely 4-way Street professorPoop: was he a friend of odyssious Rotonoto: it's new, it's improved, it's electric klokwkdog: winnegan's fake Johnny Piano: What has happened to your nose? Boney: Ulysses S. Grant Rotonoto: yoooo saaay yooo are my fren'... llanwydd: I read all of Shakespeare in the 90s Bunnyboy: WouldIYEStosayYESandmyheartwasbeatinglikemadandYESIsaidYESIwillYESYESYES* Dexter Fong: Klok: Here COme Everyman.....looking for an echo klokwkdog: I listened to a lot of Creem back in the '70s... professorPoop: steady bunnyboy Johnny Piano: The magazine or the band, klok? klokwkdog: weigh oh weigh -- silly to be flowin' but i no canna stay... Boney:http://www.indepundit.com/archive2/fifty.jpg Bunnyboy: AndputtheflowerinmyhairlikeCatherwooddoYES ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Bunnyboy and queries "Someone mention my name?"
klokwkdog could not afford the magazine professorPoop: a little dab will do you brill Rotonoto: the magazine, the band, or the coffee condiment? Johnny Piano: Damn, that C-wood is touchy Bunnyboy: Damn! I tried to get by him. ||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dave - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... llanwydd: I listened to little but Yes in the 70s
klokwkdog never drinks coffee, either Bambi: ha! can't fool father cather wood professorPoop: close to the edge or down by the river? Bunnyboy: doowrehtaC Johnny Piano: Cream has DVD from last year's Albert Hall shows coming out, and will be doing shows at Madison Square Garden soon klokwkdog: roundabout is my 70s anchor Dexter Fong: Bunny: He likes you,,and he likes flowers,,,a romance made in Redmond] Bunnyboy: Ah! The Da Vinci solution! llanwydd: Who said he was listening to Cream? They broke up in 69 ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Rotonoto: 70's was a dang smorgasbord... Johnny Piano: Along the drifiting clouds, the eagle sees the rim of the land... Bambi: in Redmond ... now that's a sick thought LOL Bunnyboy: C a t h e r w o o d professorPoop: caw caw caw klokwkdog: JP, you know, like a 40 year-old guy still getting drunk every weekend at the barbeque (thanks to Randy Newman for that imagery), 60 year-old rock stars of yesteryear don't excite me Rotonoto: doowrehtaC Bambi: catherwood please pour me a double Toasted Almond ||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a double toasted almond. Bunnyboy: Really! I just spaced the bot out. Bunnyboy: Ca ther wood klokwkdog: it's a time to let the new blood come up and Do Something Else Bambi: good one bunny Johnny Piano: OK - thought it would interest you. llanwydd: yeah there was more good music in the 70s than any other decade Bunnyboy: Deconstructing Cotherwaad. professorPoop: he is no robbie the robot that is sure Dexter Fong: Catherwoo!!!!!!!!!!!d klokwkdog: or do we just think so, Ilan? Johnny Piano: Bambi, you're throwing down those TAs cease: 60s was pretty good too Rotonoto: danger! danger! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:03 PM and Dave bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Boney: actually, the new blood needs new blood. Where did the time go? Dexter Fong: Danger! Danger! Will Poop Bambi: yeah, but for some reason, I am just not feeling it Johnny LOL cease: nick nick Bunnyboy: For Food. Johnny Piano: People have forgotten how to write a good song for the most part professorPoop: yes, I hope you are not driving, or need those almonds for a german chocolate cake Bunnyboy: Jack Jack. klokwkdog: that's what Punk was about -- the '70s music was getting too far from the roots and 'way too intellectual, yet in that realm, completely bankrupt Dexter Fong: Dave: You bounder Johnny Piano: Virtual booze just doesn't make it, does it? Rotonoto: we are the knights who say "nick" Bambi: Dave ... you stole a grape from Greece? cease: you can show them, johnny Dave: ok this is rediculous, there is too much going on here, I wish I could stay but it's best I leave since I'm not saying anything anyway Rotonoto: (we are the knights who say "nicht"?) Dexter Fong: We are the Knicks who say 'nite klokwkdog: JP - there is an awful lot of good, recent music out there Bunnyboy: nite Dave! Johnny Piano: Okay, I will, Cat. Have you heard my writing? Bambi: sorry Dave ... we love seeing you anyway klokwkdog: good -night Dave! Rotonoto: bye dave sees ya later... Boney: time's in the bathroom with newsweek Johnny Piano: Yes, there is, klok, but it's all indie and underground professorPoop: best of luck with classes dave Dexter Fong: Dave: Please report for Orientation cease: unless you posted some mp3s on line, probably not, johnny cease: what are all these orientals doing here? Bambi: indie is all I would buy anyway Johnny Piano: There are mp3s online at http://www.myspace.com/theoohs klokwkdog: heck, I heard a cute Alan Jackson song on a country station the other day. and i hate Alan Jackson Dexter Fong: Cat: Kabuki cease: kitten kabuki? Dexter Fong: Howdy Dawg, what all's real? Bunnyboy: They're getting...reoriented. professorPoop: wake up it's tomorrow Boney: pookie kabuki llanwydd: kit and kaboodle? cease: oodles of poodles in puddles Johnny Piano: I was recording stuff and mixing material for our forthcoming 3rd CD "Llamalamp Rotonoto: wake up- it's the future klokwkdog: it's "Talkin' Song Repair Blues" by Alan Jackson -- up at Winamp's site. You can listen to it with Winamp. Dexter Fong: Pizzle kesnizzle Bunnyboy: I saw a lovely little animated film at Bumbershoot. It's called MILTON IS A SHITBAG. Dave: bye all, will tell you how things are going next week, hope everyone is doing ok, byebye ||||||||| Dave rushes off, saying "11:07 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" professorPoop: copyright infringement llan, get them Johnny Piano: See ya, Dave cease: keep em flying, dave Bunnyboy:http://www.miltonisashitbag.com/ llanwydd: night dave Dexter Fong: afk professorPoop: trademark maybe, I am not a lawyer Boney: jokes so old they're public domain Bambi: very nice Johnny Bunnyboy: PP: Don't worry. We're not your clients! klokwkdog: Yeah, that's a good example, BB - Bumbershoot. There's all kinda music going on. professorPoop: was milton a shitbag? Boney: I don't rip off Poe, I rip off Aristophanes Bambi: can we play them on CNI and give you a plug? Johnny Piano: What's that, Bambi? klokwkdog: Although I somehow suspect that the suits will re-name that film before it plays the multiplex ;-) Bunnyboy: NY Dolls and Iggy were keen, as was Meester Elvis. professorPoop: we take drugs seriously at our house too boney Boney: Currently I'm working on a play titled The Gnats Bambi: listening to the one that started when I loaded the page right now klokwkdog: didn't they have Deathcab there? Bambi: CNI Radio Bunnyboy: MILTON is about a lady's adversarial relationship with her cat. Johnny Piano: Duh, I'm slow on the uptake...absolutely you can play them. Bunnyboy: VERY funny. Bunnyboy: A must-see for all cat owners. Johnny Piano: Which song came on? They're set for random Boney: MILTON is a GOOD NAME for a CAT. Johnny Piano: MILTON is a GOOD NAME for a BRADLEY klokwkdog: especially an orange one Rotonoto: in case Ken doesn't show, he sez to " pass along best fishes from me (snapper, mackerel, Bambi: "What have You Done... Johnny Piano: Oh, the McCartney-style song. klokwkdog: Roto - he said he was going to sleep until 11PM klokwkdog: then get ready for work Bunnyboy: Not to be confused with Mike Judge's MILTON cartoons, that eventually found their fullest bloom in the live-action OFFICE SPACE. Johnny Piano: "What Have You Done With My Girl? Rotonoto: (snapper, mackerel, flounder, etc.) Bambi: won't let me download though...an error Bambi: yes Rotonoto: cool- well, I delivered his fish anyway- and no anchovies! Johnny Piano: I'm sorry to hear that. Send me your email addy - I'll send it to you myself. Boney: McCartney? Who sang about this world in which we live in? klokwkdog: those eyes! llanwydd: I will see you all about 150 hours from now. or so Dexter Fong: Roto: Stay away from my Door Sal Johnny Piano: Nite, llan klokwkdog: wow, Bambi -- personal service and everything! cease: ok lllan klokwkdog: Ilan - will set my klok to ticking... Rotonoto: OK, we set countdown timer... Dexter Fong: Night Ilan Bunnyboy: nite agin llan Johnny Piano: I'm proud of that tune because I replicate a Dixieland band on the bridge klokwkdog: Oh darn, it only counts down from 99... Bunnyboy: Fin-ished? klokwkdog: Damn you, Ohio Scientific! Mudhead: g'nite all Bunnyboy: Top that! cease: look away, dixieland ||||||||| Mudhead runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Mudhead?! It's 11:13 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Bunnyboy: nite Muddy! Rotonoto: Roto no likea da shark fist soup Boney: sung? klokwkdog: stupid 4-digit LCD displays... Dexter Fong: Okay! Hold it right there..or here...I'm going to park my car and I wan't you all here....ot there whan I return....That means you Roto cease: waist-deep in the big muddy klokwkdog: happy parking, Dex! Bunnyboy: nite y'all. Bunnette's on a pizza run. Boney: sung about the world in which he sang in? Bambi: hi mudhead Rotonoto: like a little flower, we wait for you... klokwkdog: nite Bunny cease: and grow bigger Dexter Fong: Catherwood. get out the Black Beauty ||||||||| Catherwood gets out the black beauty.
klokwkdog is now on a reduced power basis klokwkdog: not being into oxidation at the moment... Rotonoto: gird your grid, klok Boney: His lyrics in Live and Let Die are the reason the War on Drugs is going after casual pot smokers
Dexter Fong emulates car sounds: Vroooooom Rotonoto: nor reduction Bunnyboy: (sings) DILL-DOH, DILL-DOH, DIDDLE-DIDDLE-DILL-DOH! Rotonoto: oxidation ad absurdum Boney: wait til they hear Silly Love Songs Johnny Piano: Supposedly, Paul's missus has put the kibosh on the pot smoking klokwkdog: put her foot down, eh, JP? Rotonoto: you mean missus number two? Boney: too late ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:17 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Johnny Piano: New McCartney album next week...actually looking forward to it klokwkdog: who's counting? Johnny Piano: But of course, Roto Rotonoto: missus number one made him swear off meat cease: the new mrs mccartney wont let paul toke? cease: acre bleu. and green Rotonoto: sacre amuve Johnny Piano: She only has one foot anyway Boney: and your bird is green... Better open the window klokwkdog: my point Rotonoto: how can she walk if it is up his arse all the time? Johnny Piano: my slow Johnny Piano: Rather handy, I suppose Rotonoto: sacre mauve klokwkdog: roto - you mean he has two of them in there? Boney: maybe she ate something that tastes like pork Rotonoto: Johnny sez she has only one foot- you know, the old saw about one-legged man in an ass kicking contest ||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| professorPoop - dead from measles ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... klokwkdog: roto - I never heard the version with the saw... cease: so her lack of a foot means paul can't smoke? cease: i dont follow that klokwkdog: she can't either cease: if i lose a toe does my wife have to give up green tea? Rotonoto: I'm lost too- ask Johnny- Roto off for brief kitchen forage... Johnny Piano: Nah, the wife just said no more smoking cease: your kitchen wears briefs? Johnny Piano: The fact that she's one-legged has naught to do with it klokwkdog: sounds like she's giving off enough for the both of them klokwkdog: besides, there's always brownies cease: brwon shoes dont make it Boney: which bird was green? cease: youve seen 7 wonders? Johnny Piano: "And Your Bird Can Sing" from REVOLVER Boney: Yes, but... Which bird? Johnny Piano: Have to ask Lennon... klokwkdog: Boney - not sure. But McGuinn was on This Week In Tech #21 up now. Hawking his new 7-string, which is not cheap. But there's a contest where you can win one... cease: that was an odd time, when the beatles went from being just another, though regularly tuneful pop band, to the driving musical force of their time cease: who else has done that? Johnny Piano: McGuinn on 7-string? Damn, he should stay with the Ricky... cease: elvis presly went from driving musical force to a lifetime of bad movies klokwkdog: Cat - you mean, besides the Rolling Stones? klokwkdog: JP - sorry, it's a Martin cease: i dont see the stones in that way, klok Boney: bird can swing, bird isn't green cease: the road from satisfcxtion, to what, 200 lightyears from home, both tunes i love,but compare that to the road from hard days night to revolver. not the same thing Boney: I thought maybe she was an Amazon Parrot klokwkdog: Cat - they did everything the Beatles did, except backward Johnny Piano: Martin, eh? Check out Taylor... cease: both are favourite bands, its just i dont think stones ever transcended their genre the way the beatles did klokwkdog: JP - I'm not guitarist; don't care. But McGuinn had some straight up things to say about how musicians are reimbursed and the piracy controversy. It's worth hearing the podcast for that alone cease: there was a lot of cross fertrilization of music in that era, great stuff bubbling up all the time Boney: Here it is. "You say you've seen seven wonders and your bird is green" Bambi: Clem has a 1969 Fender Esquire (he got it brand new for chistmas when he was 16) ... someone tried to buy it from him during a show and he told them no way, this was a gift from my Mom. klokwkdog: fine. which bird? cease: i got the first part of it klokwkdog: wow, Bambi cease: that parrot is deceased klokwkdog: TWIT 21 is really interesting, though. klokwkdog: it's just sleeping, Cat Boney: So are John, George and Paul's first wife cease: its pining for the pine forests of british columbia Johnny Piano: And Ringo's first wife Boney: a parrot has good odds of outliving you Johnny Piano: Whoa, nice guitar, Clem! That's something to hold onto. cease: i want to see that new flick, parrots of telegraph hill cease: i remember the parrot that taught dr. dolitttle animal languages klokwkdog: Mars volcanoes not dead, just resting (man, I like their headline writers!) http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/09/08/mars_not_dead/ Boney: a parrot reputed to have belonged to Churchill still lives... and a foulmouthed bird it is cease: thtg was one smart parrot cease: yes and neal cassady's parrot still lives and mimics him perfectly cease: he died almost 40 yearfs ago klokwkdog: wow, the Beatles as Spinal Tap... cease: with ringo as Harry Shearer Bambi: yes, Clem is very fond of that guitar ... it's a dream to play too Merlyn: the spinal trappe family singers Boney:http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/3414323.stm Johnny Piano: I wish I could play guitar decently - very rudimentary knowledge. But I have a great guitarist to work with anyway klokwkdog: hey Bambi - while you have the Bandwidth - they have a video of TWIT #21 up now. 585 MB bittorrent: http://www.revision3.com/twit Boney: Paulie wanna cracker? klokwkdog: so clem can see the 7-string (suspect the camera work will be a tad lacking, though) Boney: Nite. ||||||||| "Hey Boney!" ... Boney turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:38 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... klokwkdog: bittorrent is nice, but oh wow does it clog up the computer compared to a single thread download klokwkdog: every single resource seems to get maxxed out Merlyn: I'm taking off too, see you next week ||||||||| "11:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. klokwkdog: nite Merlyn, Boney cease: by merl cease: bone Johnny Piano: Nite Merl klokwkdog: I guess I'll wait until Dex returns, then bug out meself cease: offing like flies Johnny Piano: See ya, Bone klokwkdog: offal? who you callin' a dummy? Bambi: night Merlyn Johnny Piano: Bambi, I'm sending tunes left and right - mainly "finished" mixes.
klokwkdog fires up his mail client, having been off in Linux burning DVD+R. For some reason, Nero in Windows only makes coasters of DVD+Rs, but K3B in Linux cranks them out like hotcakes. Perfect. But came back for chat w/o looking at mail Bambi: excellent Johnny! Bambi: while we have the bandwidth here that's great! Johnny Piano: Good, don't want to clog the inbox Bambi: way cool! Bambi: drat ... are they only doing that in Torrents Klok? Bambi: not to worry :-) Johnny Piano: I guess I'm going to leave...but I will continue firing tunes your way, Bambi. klokwkdog: there's a nice BT client for Linux -- or so I've heard Johnny Piano: See you all on the list again soon klokwkdog: nite, JP ||||||||| Around 11:45 PM, Johnny Piano walks off into the sunset... Bambi: thanks Johnny :-) Bambi: I am gonna have to get rolling too ... allergies have been driving me nuts klokwkdog: Bambi - I'd d/l it and mail it to you, but I suspect that's too big for even my mail allocation ;-) klokwkdog: nite, Bambi. klokwkdog: it's 585 MB ; they may need to in order to preserve any server bandwidth atoll!! Bambi: LOL .. mine too Klok :-) Bambi: heard that klokwkdog: why I was axing you guys about rsync for Linux, 'cause I didn't want to get the Knoppix DVD via BT Bambi: thanks for the offer though :-) klokwkdog: but I ended up using BT Bambi: night all! cease: dex is still away? klokwkdog: well, it's just you and me, Cat Bambi: yeah, haven't used rsync personally ... Clem might know klokwkdog: Roto is going gray, but he promised to wait out Dex Bambi: see ya next time klokwkdog: nite klokwkdog: no problems with BT, Bambi ||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:49 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... klokwkdog: I presume Dex will return klokwkdog: I have to leave shortly after he returns, though klokwkdog: was in Ocean State Job Lot tonight buying cheap stuff, Cat. They had closeout long-sleeved T-shirts. One of them was a Vancouver Slalom Team shirt; I thought of you. klokwkdog: but it just "wasn't me" klokwkdog: they had some strange-looking fleece vests for $10. Still had Kohl's price stickers on them that said $55. I tried hard to figure out how they were worth the $10 price OSJL wanted, but couldn't cease: dex told me of reading of a previous guest at a place he was in italy, who were from north van. cease: its a small world, after all klokwkdog: yeah, bird flu should get here any day now klokwkdog: i think I got cc'd on that msg or a reply or something cease: if it aint one thing, it's another klokwkdog: you channeling Gilda Radner? klokwkdog: you can take comfort in that your leaders are not even half as crazy as ours... klokwkdog: except maybe when they send the whole Navy packing to defend the Northwest Passage against "attack"... klokwkdog: not the same as invading another country and killing tens of thousands of civilians klokwkdog: for a lie klokwkdog: for a whole serial set of lies cease: gotta keep them danes away cease: pesky havarti-heads klokwkdog: yeah klokwkdog: show the flag klokwkdog: gad, it's all happening again. "2-3-4 what're we fighting for??" klokwkdog: the Reason of the Week klokwkdog: and the guy who killed 3000 of our citizens is sitting in Pakistan, laughing at us ||||||||| 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.. klokwkdog: catherwood, your stupid clock is off again ||||||||| Catherwood says "I beg to differ! My watch keeps perfect time! It's 12:01 AM, exactly!" klokwkdog: catherwood, that's absolute bullshit ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to klokwkdog and yells "oh, fuck off klokwkdog!" klokwkdog: just shut up, catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to klokwkdog and queries "Did you want something?" klokwkdog: ROTO! you still there? Dexter Fong: I'm here klokwkdog: WB, Dex Dexter Fong: Thanks K klokwkdog: I promised I'd hang out until you returned klokwkdog: I think Cat's conked out or wandered away, as has Roto Dexter Fong: =)) Appreciate it Brian =) klokwkdog: Roto promised to wait you out... cease: no,i just have company Rotonoto: .. Dexter Fong: Well, Klok, what say we blow thios joint klokwkdog: oh, cease: so off we go Rotonoto: sorry, on phone with Bozoette klokwkdog: yeah, I guess so ||||||||| At 12:07 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, cease!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... klokwkdog: much more important than chat, Roto! Dexter Fong: Hi Roto...like tine parking space...no room for enormous feelings klokwkdog: yeah, let's do the thing klokwkdog: I see Dex has an attack of the haikus Dexter Fong: Well thanks for staying Dear Firends...se y'all next week klokwkdog: nite all ||||||||| At 12:08 AM, klokwkdog vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Nighty ||||||||| klokwkdog tiptoes in around 12:08 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood says "12:08 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs klokwkdog by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Dexter Fong: Nite Roto ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'klokwkdog', just granted probation at 12:08 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| klokwkdog runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's klokwkdog?! It's 12:08 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| klokwkdog bounds in at 12:08 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| klokwkdog says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, klokwkdog exits at 12:09 AM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with klokwkdog close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 12:09 AM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. Dexter Fong: Klok just can ||||||||| klokwkdog leaves at 12:09 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| 12:09 AM: klokwkdog jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Dexter Fong: say good bye klokwkdog: this is kind of fun. good-bye... ||||||||| At 12:09 AM, klokwkdog vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:09 AM and late as usual, it's klokwkdog, just back from Hellmouth." Dexter Fong: Bye Klok Dexter Fong: =)) ||||||||| klokwkdog leaves at 12:09 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." Rotonoto: sorry I missed the ending... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies klokwkdog into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 12:09 AM, then departs. klokwkdog: bye, Roto, Dex! ||||||||| At 12:09 AM, klokwkdog vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| klokwkdog steals in around 12:10 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: Roto: It seems to be never ending ||||||||| klokwkdog departs at 12:10 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Rotonoto: my friend got her very first Nigerian scam email
Dexter Fong sings "You say hello, I say good-bye Rotonoto: she was a little upset- I explained it all in detail Rotonoto: let you go, guy- will try to be on next week... Dexter Fong: Roto: You mean she hasn't bought an original knock-off prada purse? Rotonoto: that's a new one on me- what's a "prada" Rotonoto: aw, explain it to me next week- I'll let you go Dexter Fong: Prada = very expensive designer purses, clothing etc....favorite target of knockoff artists Rotonoto: ahhh, I might have guessed- Gucci, in other words... Dexter Fong: Yeah..like that Dexter Fong: Nigerians seem to have the inside track on selling them...seen them in NYC, Italy (on the beach at the Med) etc Dexter Fong: Night Roto..thanks for staying =) Rotonoto: nite, later Dex... Rotonoto: Get your hands off me, I'm a newsman, I gotta know- Reeeebussss!!! ||||||||| At 12:17 AM, Rotonoto runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| It's 12:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles ||||||||| 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:
TOR
ah,clem
Bambi
bonester
Boney
budgie
Bunnyboy
cease
Dave
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Firebroiled
Johnny Piano
klokwkdog
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Non-Waterlogged Mudhead
professorPoop
Rotonoto
