Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
05/17/2007

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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 May 17, 2007 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Firebroiled inside, makes a note of the time (8:13 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Firebroiled: Back from the shadows again!
Out where an In-jun’s your friend!
Where the veg’tables are green,
And you can pee into the stream!
Yes, we’re back from the Shadows again!<
||||||||| Firebroiled says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Firebroiled exits at 8:14 AM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "1:30 PM and late as usual, it's BuddhistWriter, just back from Hellmouth."
BuddhistWriter: Pizza to go... and NO anchovies:
BuddhistWriter: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/execution.pizza/index.html
BuddhistWriter: I think all nine U.S. Supreme Court Justices should get pizzas, too.
BuddhistWriter:
BuddhistWriter: They just burned...the kid.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter has arrived at the appointed hour of 1:48 PM.
BuddhistWriter: I'm not talking about hate. I'm talking about eight. Dinner at eight (my time). Until then No BuddhistWriter.
||||||||| BuddhistWriter rushes off, saying "1:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers kavi in through the front door at 3:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 3:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kavi - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 5:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bambi whispers that it's ah,clem's birthday today! pass it on LOL!
||||||||| 5:44 PM -- Bambi left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dope boy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:03 PM, then departs.
dope boy: is there any sexy girls on
||||||||| It's 6:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dope boy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'chromium.switch', just granted probation at 8:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| chromium.switch says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, chromium.switch exits at 8:51 PM.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and Mudhead bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: Where is everybody?
||||||||| 8:57 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| 8:58 PM: Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Mudhead: Whelll
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 17, 2007 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM uptown bus from New York pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: how's it going
Mudhead: looks like its just you an me bub
Merlyn: Here we is
Mudhead: hi llan an Merlyn
Merlyn: your bub?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
llanwydd: I just had a roast beef sub delivered to sector R
Mudhead: hai bunny
Merlyn: it's like a cockney accent - "Looks like it just you an' me bub"
Bunnyboy: Hai!
Mudhead: still no cheese
llanwydd: oy!
Bunnyboy: "Now let's not get nosy, bub!"
Mudhead: They dont bring cheese up into the hills
Merlyn: No, let's get bub with extra anchovies
Mudhead: somethin about a bad incident
Bunnyboy: BTW, TEX AVERY'S DROOPY - THE COMPLETE THEATRICAL COLLECTION came out this week. Joy!
Merlyn: but let's not get nosy bub
Bunnyboy: What was the name of that old duffer on ALLEN'S ALLEY who said "Howdy, bub!"
Merlyn: including the one where he isn't so droopy
Mudhead: you'll need to excuse me tonight, Ive go the vapors
Mudhead: got*
llanwydd: I've been without transportation today. I'm having a very big job done on my car
Bunnyboy: Oh, that's what that smell was.
Bunnyboy: is*
llanwydd: it won't be done till tomorrow.
Merlyn: Titus Moody
Bunnyboy: Yes, Moody. Thanks, Merl.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cease inside, makes a note of the time (9:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: hai cat
cease: i know something about carlessness
cease: or will next week anyway
cease: hi bun
cease: mud, llan, merl
Merlyn: I am also a car down
Bunnyboy: My OTR interests actually predated my Firesign ones, which helped (helps) immensely.
llanwydd: howdy cat!
cease: Fumiyo's taking ours to Toronto next week
Mudhead: I'll be the designated drinker
Bunnyboy: lo cat!
cease: did yo finish your course?
cease: i'm always the designated drinker
Bunnyboy: Our car will be paid off in a couple of months. Then it will probably crap out.
cease: i assume we're sitll without firesign radio accompaniment
llanwydd: I'm having my private reserve tonight. plain old grape wine but it's actually pretty good
Bunnyboy: Actually, the Jetta's in pretty good shape.
Mudhead: arent you the assumptious one
cease: does that mean i'll have a virgin birth?
Bunnyboy: cat: Yes, last session was Tuesday. I get to walk the graduation walk, towards the end of June.
Bunnyboy: brb. Bunnette's home.
Mudhead: but not an immaculate one, so bring towels
llanwydd: but a presumptuous assumption
Merlyn: Bambi was on earlier and said it's ah clem's birthday today
Merlyn: mine tomorrow, I'll be 50
Mudhead: wo0t
cease: happy birthdya, clem
Mudhead: Aarp bait
cease: we dont have that in canada
Mudhead: move
Mudhead: lol
cease: instead, we have healthcare
Mudhead: whelp, wish ah,Clem happy bday
Merlyn: that seems to have stopped the conversation...
Mudhead: and a pre Happy Bday Merlyn
||||||||| Outside, the 9:15 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Tor Hershman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, All.
cease: tor
Merlyn: tx mud
Tor Hershman: Hoppy Earth Day, Merl.
Tor Hershman: Hey, is it just moi's PC orrrrrrrr is the CNI link gone?
Merlyn: no CNI link at the moment, don't think clem is playing something
cease: mr cni is ailing
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Merl.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bubba's Brain inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Cea.
Bubba's Brain: Hey all!
cease: bub
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Bub,
Merlyn: hey bb
Bubba's Brain: Been working on Clinton's Sunday crossword in the Times.
Tor Hershman: Well, here's something funny http://m1.freeshare.us/view/?144fs700862.jpg
Bubba's Brain: Thanks for the last day mention, Merl. Got a bunch of orders out of it.
cease: a 7-letter word for oral sex?
Bubba's Brain: Monica?
Bubba's Brain: Its on a baby boomer theme.
Tor Hershman: Oh, moi viewed the DVD of.....ahhhh, was it entitled "Crossword?" The doc with John Stewart.
Bubba's Brain: Word Play
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TweenyYes,TweenyNo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Tor Hershman: Hot Jane? Is that it, Cea?
Tor Hershman: Thanks, Bub.
Bubba's Brain: Actually watching Wordplay is was got us started on a bit of a crossword jag.
Merlyn: sure thing BB, though I forgot to order myself, was thinking of the star wars set
llanwydd: Hey Tween!
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Tween.
Tor Hershman: It was a good show.
llanwydd: anybody heard a band called gong?
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hey all. BTW - it be ah, clem's birthday. He's 51 today :-)
Bubba's Brain: They were all sold out. Only had the adaptions of some of the books.
llanwydd: They are really great. you ought to check them out
Tor Hershman: Hoppy Earth Day to Clem.
llanwydd: oh is it earth day again already?
Tor Hershman: Nope, I just call 'birthdays' Earth Days.
Merlyn: ah well then bb
Bubba's Brain sings to himself, "A Very Merry Un-Earth Day to you, to you..."
Tor Hershman: "Gong," no, Ll.
Tor Hershman: We're all bozos at this tea party.
Bubba's Brain: Do they put on quite a "show", ll?
llanwydd: check out an album called "You" by Gong.
llanwydd: very hippie. spacey. but its from the 70s
Mudhead: What kinda music llan?
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Wasn't Steve Hillage in Gong?
Tor Hershman: Moi 'tis gonna cyber-run now. Stay on Groovin' Safari, All.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's BuddhistWriter, just back from Illinois."
llanwydd: yeah, hillage was in gong
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Well, just in time. We need a Buddhist Writer just about now...
llanwydd: they started getting into fusion after "You".
Bubba's Brain: What is the sound of one key typing?
Merlyn: no canadian writers!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: I've got a solo album of his. He's got a great cover of the Beatles' "All Too Much"
llanwydd: they've got these characters called pothead pixies on three of their album covers
cease: should i leave?
llanwydd: very hippie humour
Merlyn: just don't write while you're in canada
cease: maybe i can chat telepathically
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: I kept wishing today that during Mr. Blair's visit to the WH that he suggest Bush follow his lead ;-)
BuddhistWriter: missed the 9pm gong cos it's only 8:30 here
Bunnyboy: *GONGGGGGG*
Bunnyboy: back
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Nino can take dictation...
BuddhistWriter: burning garlic scented incense (a.k.a. dinner)
Bunnyboy: That's the 6:30 PDT gong.
BuddhistWriter: ah, someone on the left coast
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Well, at least you'll keep the vampires away BW
cease: still writing bhuddism into existence?
Mudhead: .
llanwydd: well, I've got my pontiac sunfire in the garage and the work is going to cost me in excess of $500.
cease: tween, i got the long emergency. read first couple of chapters
llanwydd: fortunately the mechanic is letting me split it into three monthly payments
||||||||| ah,clem tiptoes in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Pretty amazing stuff, isn't it cease?
BuddhistWriter: since i missed the start of this session, I may have to send you something from the department of redundancy department
llanwydd: Hey, ah clem!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Happy Birthday Mr. Clem :-)
Bunnyboy: hiya a..c!
Bubba's Brain: hey clem!
cease: having newish subaru repaired just cost me $1700. i remember when that could buy a new car
ah,clem: hi all, no cni tonight, but wanted to pop by and say hi
||||||||| 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 Dexter Fong falls out at 9:32 PM.
cease: hi clem. happy birthday. much health to you
Merlyn: It's my birthday tomorrow clem
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Lo dere Dexter...
cease: hi dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Dear Firends
ah,clem: Bambi on her way home now, and want to spend some time with her for my birthday
Bubba's Brain: I didn't know you were newish...
Bunnyboy: (sings) Happy happy joy joy!
llanwydd: Howdy Dex!
cease: i'm also reading Paris 1919 which klok was always telling me to read
ah,clem: happy happy Merl
cease: too bad he's no longer around to discuss it with
Bunnyboy: hiya Dex
llanwydd: so you're a down to earth earthsign like myself, merlyn
Dexter Fong is pleased that his appearance has elated Bunny thusly
llanwydd: a very happy birthday to ya
Merlyn: hey, we could form the earthsign theatre!
BuddhistWriter: Pizza to go... and NO anchovies:
BuddhistWriter: http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/execution.pizza/index.html
BuddhistWriter: I think all nine U.S. Supreme Court Justices should get pizzas, too.
BuddhistWriter: They just burned...the kid.
llanwydd: sure!
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Indeed, cease. He would have loved Long Emergency
Bunnyboy: Oh, uh, yeah, Dex. And ahclem and Merlyn's birthdays.
||||||||| "9:34 PM? 9:34 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the couch.
cease: you're all bozos in this mud puddle
Bunnyboy: Today and tomorrow.
Principalpoop: all-oh
llanwydd: Hi Princ!
Bubba's Brain: Fellow Tauri here?
cease: poop
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem, Bubba, Buddhy, Bunny, Cat, llan, Merl, poop, tweeny and Mudhead
Merlyn: Waiting for the Spelunker, or Someone Like Him
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hey, P...
Bunnyboy: lo Poop
Merlyn: me BB
Mudhead: hai
BuddhistWriter: my mother was a taurus.
Principalpoop: kkkkkk the bees got him M
Dexter Fong: Wha' happen to CNI?
Bubba's Brain: Which day, Merl?
cease: your mother was a car?
BuddhistWriter: i traded her in for a Jaguar.
Merlyn: sorry, the bees are dying mysteriously, PP
ah,clem: well, off to watch some tv and wait for Bambi, see you all next time, and thanks for the kind wishes
llanwydd: my father's a taurus
Merlyn: see ya clem
llanwydd: I'm a virgo
Bubba's Brain: nite clem
Mudhead: many more ah.clem
cease: by clem
Principalpoop: yes they are, not good
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 9:36 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: nite ahclem!
Dexter Fong: ...and wha's up with Clem?
Principalpoop: glad you are better ah, clem
llanwydd: I was born in the year of the ox, by the way.
Merlyn: that old TV show, My Father, the Ford Taurus?
Bunnyboy: It's a CNI birthday...Can Not Interrupt!
Principalpoop: he is watching tv
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: That's a lotta pizza pie there in Nashville... cool thing to do
Dexter Fong: Ali, Ali, oxen free
||||||||| 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 boney gets out at 9:36 PM.
Bunnyboy: I gotta tend to some bizness. May bbl.
Bunnyboy waves
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Hello Boney
Principalpoop: oxen boney pie
Bunnyboy: Hiya boney
Mudhead: bai
llanwydd: Hi Boney!
Dexter Fong: Later Bunny
boney waves right back at ya.
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 9:37 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: hehe bunnyboy hehe, nice tending
||||||||| Dave & Katie bounds in at 9:37 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
TweenyYes,TweenyNo: Ditto Bunny...
llanwydd: no ladies present tonight. that's unusual.
Dexter Fong: Dave, you bounder
boney: bun
||||||||| TweenyYes,TweenyNo rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's TweenyYes,TweenyNo?! It's 9:38 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dave & Katie: hi all, Kend says hi as well, just talked to him this afternoon
Principalpoop: hi katie and whats his name
Mudhead: Who you callin a lady?!
Merlyn: hey dave
llanwydd: Hi Dave and Katie!
Dave & Katie: sorry, Katie was doing the bounding
Principalpoop: banana nose
Merlyn: people are coming in & out like anything
cease: hey dave
boney attempts to surgically separate Dave from Katie
Dave & Katie katie runs around to all wanting pets and wagg wagg wagging!
Dexter Fong: Like cheeky monkeys, I'd say
Principalpoop: hi kend
cease: boney
Principalpoop: brrrr your nose is cold, katie, careful there
Bubba's Brain: in and out and in and out.... and its playin all night... and the musics all right....
llanwydd: kend? he's not here, is he?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
boney: cease
Dexter Fong: ...and who is/was Buddhist Writer, anyway?
llanwydd: It will be cool if Phil shows up again tonight.
Principalpoop: beyond my ken, llan, and so are the days in our general hospital
boney wants cease to continue.
BuddhistWriter: no one in particular
Merlyn: Oh, and here's something weird, I just got another req for a possible job interview from google, different people this time
llanwydd: so are the days of our lives
Dexter Fong: General's Hospital..no enlisted men allowed
Dave & Katie: no but he sends his trucking regards
cease: maybe b. writer is austin in disguise
Principalpoop: do you have a dog named desist cease?
cease: fires havnet burned you out, bone?
Dave & Katie whispsers to katie, katie, go and put your nose on people! grin
BuddhistWriter: suffering from or surfing on random waves of invisibility
cease: i have a dog named Icy and cats named Jazz and Blues
Dave & Katie: ah it's good to be baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaach
cease: where are you these days, dave?
Principalpoop: ahhh, icy
Merlyn: I don't think so cat, Nino says BW is around Chicago
BuddhistWriter: that would be a neat trick, but only if I get to keep the multi-colored afro wig
Dexter Fong: I see
Principalpoop: roll over beethoven
boney: The only fire that burns me out is in the lieutenant's eyes
Principalpoop: and in bradshaws
cease: no wildfies near you?
cease: at the grocery store today, i was advised to stock up on bottled water
Dexter Fong: Wildflies?
llanwydd: that reminds me of that robert palmer song, wasn't it, "I didn't mean to burn you out". (?)
cease: that aint gonna be easy without car
Principalpoop: that is my wig, BW
cease: coming draught season
Dave & Katie: I'm stilat the University of Denver but am actually going to transfer up to the university of Colorado at Boulder, where I hope it will be more liberal and have a bigger population and more things to do and a better program and o hyeah, it'll be cheaper
Principalpoop: she went calling, wildfire or something like that
Dave & Katie: damn, Katie just let one, anyone got a fan?
Bubba's Brain: brb
boney: Wildfires moved to New Jersey.
Principalpoop: aha, pay backs are a bitch dave
Dexter Fong: Boney: What exit?
Merlyn: I think katie's the bitch
Mudhead: daves not here
boney: Who would move from Southern California to New Jersey?
Mudhead: man
Merlyn: Jimmy Hoffa
Principalpoop: who's on frist, opps first
Merlyn: Took 3 trips though
boney: The Wildfires, Hugh and Pammy
cease: tony soprano?
llanwydd: I've never watched the sopranos
Dexter Fong: "Boy" Alto
boney: Hugh and Pammy Wildfire used to be my next door neighbors. They moved to New Jersey
Principalpoop: boney baritone
llanwydd: altoids for boys?
llanwydd: junior altoids
boney: add a noids
Principalpoop: i can beat that llan, I have never seen American Idol
Dexter Fong: St. Joseph
llanwydd: I admire that, princ
Dave & Katie: the pup just found a bone,
Principalpoop: ouch dave
Merlyn: I have never seen America Idle
Dave & Katie: I don't have a tv
Merlyn: but Eric, I have
Principalpoop: no fair dave
Dave & Katie: not my bone
llanwydd: LOL Merl!
boney returns the pup to Dave
llanwydd: Idle is not american
Dave & Katie: just got 10 gigs of Bob & Ray, would rather listen to that than tv
Merlyn: Bob & Ray did a lot of gigs
||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving H Stones coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: Wally Baloo & tyler too
Principalpoop: old mother hubbard went to the cubbord to get her poor dog a bone
cease: i still have my corwin plays to look forward to
cease: stones
Dexter Fong: Aightch! What has happened to your first name
H Stones: Greetings one and all
llanwydd: I first heard bob and ray on WOR in New York City. WOR moved to new jersey eventually
Principalpoop: when she bent over, rover jumped on her, and gave her a bone of his own
Dave & Katie: they did 40 years of gigs
cease: just finished watching the dvds of The Boomndocks. amazingly good
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
Principalpoop: hi stones
cease: the show was on tv here briefly but not all the episodes
Mudhead: ty pp
H Stones: What have i missed so far ?
boney: BRB...
Mudhead: me, i hope
Merlyn: First, the earth cooled
||||||||| At 9:50 PM, boney hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: anytime mud
Dave & Katie: mmmmm, wor had Shep on there, yay! if only I was born back then, but then again, I'd be in some freak institution or some freak blind school, uck
llanwydd: nearly an hour stones
Merlyn: but now it's warming up
BuddhistWriter: i used about 1/3 of the taj mahal sculpted from poly unsaturated ghee for my dinner
llanwydd: you mean jean shepherd? yeah, I remember him well
Dave & Katie: and then the sponges came
H Stones: i will call Honey brb
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give H STONES A RECAP
||||||||| Catherwood gets h stones a recap.
Merlyn: you in the ghee club BW?
Dave & Katie: yes that Shep, have a lot of his stuff but want more
cease: isnt it all on his website, dave?
Dave & Katie: "turn your radio up, just a bit louder, ..."
Principalpoop: those sand dollar things have been around a long time
Dave & Katie: yeah there's a lot there
BuddhistWriter: no, but i used to sing with the norman chubbyknuckles choir
llanwydd: I was one of the first to hear that story about schwarz and flick and those guys
Bubba's Brain: ghee whiz
Dexter Fong: BW: Then you were Tony Soprano
Dave & Katie: the labrador is enjoying the dentabone I gave her, good for her breath
Principalpoop: cheese whiz, wb bb
Dexter Fong: llan: I first heard Shep when he was on KYW out of Philadelphia in the late 50's
Bubba's Brain: you can whiz whay you like, I'll whiza what Iike.
Dave & Katie: it's ok, I've got a great life and am glad I am who I yam, hey technology is a great thing, if it weren't the way it is I wouldn't be here typing to you guys
BuddhistWriter: on your wind-up radio?
Principalpoop: the wizard of ghee
||||||||| Outside, the 9:54 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Honey Sanchez coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: the whiz of zardoz
Principalpoop: ahh honey
cease: hi honey
Honey Sanchez: hello poop
Honey Sanchez: hi cat
Dexter Fong: Honey
Bubba's Brain: The Wozard of Iz
Principalpoop: they had small portable radios back in the 50s
H Stones: back
Dave & Katie: I want an old radio console some day
Honey Sanchez: stones, you found me my hero!!
H Stones: lol
Dexter Fong: poop: They also had big mother living room models
Principalpoop: who did he find honey?
BuddhistWriter: maybe you'll get it as a consolation prize
Honey Sanchez: himself of course
llanwydd: dfghjkl
Honey Sanchez: and me, incidentally
Honey Sanchez: hello llan
Principalpoop: ahhh that EST works
Merlyn: they had aluminum radio hats in the 50s: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.mp3
H Stones: thats the wrong way round Honey
llanwydd: Hey HS!
cease: my first radio was in the shape of a sputnik
Honey Sanchez: hi
cease: you tuned it by pulling on one of the antennae
H Stones: Hi llan
Dexter Fong: My first radio was a crystal set
cease: good ol IGY
Honey Sanchez: mine too dex, i could alligator clip it to my bed
Merlyn: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.jpg
Dexter Fong: I used a crockagator, that's why I was mean
Principalpoop: afk
llanwydd: You're playing, arent you stones?
BuddhistWriter: gnight
H Stones: no llan, i am serious
Dexter Fong: Night BW
Dave & Katie: what does a crystal set look like? heard about them, hever have gotten to see (touch of course) one
H Stones: byee BW
llanwydd: stones what's my next step to be?
Honey Sanchez: nite writer
cease: night, buddist
Honey Sanchez: maybe next time we could say hello :)
H Stones: Nite Writer, i used to watch that series
cease: a horny pipe
Dexter Fong: Dave: Very low technology
Honey Sanchez: with the car named kit
||||||||| BuddhistWriter departs at 9:59 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
H Stones: was it Kit Car or Car Kit ??
H Stones: anyway it was a better actor than the driver ever will be
H Stones: wasnt he once in Baywatch
Honey Sanchez nods in agreement
H Stones: calm down Poop
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood leads BuddhistWriter into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:01 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: .
H Stones: wb BW
Honey Sanchez: what's the point, mudhead
Dexter Fong: A command performance by BW
Honey Sanchez: wb buddhist
Mudhead: the point of ?
H Stones: Claps with one hand
Honey Sanchez: .
Honey Sanchez: the point of know return
Mudhead: Watch that Stones, hes got the clap
Dexter Fong: ,
Mudhead: again
||||||||| Boney enters at 10:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Dexter Fong slips into a comma
Honey Sanchez: hi boney
BuddhistWriter: is this thing on?
H Stones: its a small consolation Poop , i was trying for the Plague again
Honey Sanchez: ooooh i should slip into something more comfortable also, dex
cease: Dave Chapeau and his hat full of money
Dexter Fong: On what?
Boney offers Honey Sanchez an enigmatic smile.
H Stones: dont drink it Honey
Dave & Katie: hte plague is in denver
Dave & Katie: glad Katie doesn't have fleas
Honey Sanchez: i shall stick to a stiff one
H Stones: i bet Katie is too
cease: touch a black cross volunteer and it'll go away
Honey Sanchez: catherwood please bring me a stiff one and make it snappy
||||||||| Catherwood brings it snappy.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give Honey a stiff one
||||||||| Catherwood gets honey a stiff one.
Boney quietly notes that BuddhistWriter's thing is on.
llanwydd: jhgf
H Stones: heres the Crocodile you asked for Honey
Dexter Fong: mnbv
BuddhistWriter: oh, thanks, I wasn't sure.
H Stones: unhand that thing
Dexter Fong removes the hands from that thing
cease: did everyone catch the crocodile police dog on the simpsons last week?
Honey Sanchez: hey BW?? do you listen to WLUW?? they have a good dub program called Echo Beach on later
llanwydd: believe it or not I have never watched the simpletons either
H Stones: cant think of a snappy answer to that
BuddhistWriter: so, how many of you would be willing to send a supreme court justice a pizza from the dead guy?
cease: best thing on tv, for what that's worth
Dexter Fong: with no anchovies?
Honey Sanchez: would they deliver?
Mudhead: not into the hills
H Stones: not in sector R or Z
cease: they never come up into the hills
Dexter Fong: or the higher courts
BuddhistWriter: the never come up into the hills
cease: you all know ossman's idea for a dwarf movie?
H Stones: now how the hell do i get out of Pennsylvania ?
cease: instead of the Hollywood sign, a sign that says Sector R
H Stones: i bought a ticket for Transylvania
Dexter Fong: Cat: You mean the Billy Barty Story?
Honey Sanchez: hum a few bars, cat
BuddhistWriter: on the Antelope Fwy.
llanwydd: that reminds me I got on a wrong plane once and ended up in pittsburgh
Dexter Fong: Catherwoods behind the bars
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Dexter Fong
cease: he mentioned it when i talked to him aftter the seattle show 2 years ago
cease: i seriously doubt it'll ever get made though
llanwydd: they flew me back to newark for free
cease: they cant even afford to bring out albums
Mudhead: ah, its my time folkz
H Stones: surely not Mudhead
Dexter Fong: Your time is our time
cease: yu have your own time?
BuddhistWriter: If you lived here, you'd be home by now.
llanwydd: this time until next time
Mudhead: g'nite dear friends
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Night Muddie
llanwydd: nite muddy!
cease: watching the play The Andersen Project a few weeks ago made we wonder what a firesign show would look like if they had unlimited resources to do it
cease: mud
Dave & Katie: sorry not saying much, just listening to shep
llanwydd: I'm about to retire as well. I might even resign.
cease: i mut listen to more shep, dave
Boney: ABC-TV describes the sitcom Cavemen--based on Geico commercials- as a "unique buddy comedy that offers a clever twist on stereotypes and turns race relations on their head."
cease: really liked the stuff i listened to on his website
llanwydd: well, not altogether. see you next week.
Dexter Fong: Night llan
cease: youre leaving the world bank, llan?
H Stones: it would probably look like Bladerunner i think
Honey Sanchez: next week it is, llanwydd have a good one till next thursday
cease: you think so, stones?
Honey Sanchez: bladerunner on rollerskates, stones
H Stones: i do at this moment in time yes, but it could just as easily become The Sound of Music
Boney: llanwydd is resigned to his fate. He's downright retiring.
H Stones: what is your fate llan ?
cease: thats ok, as long as you're coltrane, stones
H Stones: i would prefer to be Miles
cease: i thik the challenge for the fireguys would be to do something visually as amazing as their audio work
Dave & Katie: me too
cease: i dont know if that can be done
cease: miles never did tunes from sound of music though
cease: that i know of
H Stones: i envisage them just being themselves and saying extraordinary things
Honey Sanchez: industrial light and magic could assist them visually, cat
cease: thats called Radio, stones
Honey Sanchez: lol
H Stones: if Miles had done, Cease, i might have gone to see the movie
cease: yes ossman is afriend of lucas, i think
Boney: Elayne found out that the average Second Life avatar consumes more electricity than the average Brazilian.
cease: i know he borrowed some eqiuipment from him for a project or more
Boney: He wants that equipment back, cease
H Stones: If you saw Wallis and Gromit, i think they could do it
Honey Sanchez: boney, those second life avatars scare me
Dexter Fong: No second life for Jerry Falwell
Boney: When I was a kid, I was content watching Roller Derby on TV, Honey.
H Stones: http://www.shaunthesheep.com/
cease: but youore right, state of the art, whether industrial or others, would possilbe stiumlate the firelads to do something visulaly remarkable
Dexter Fong: Boney: I was ecstatic
H Stones: they could do Firesign i think
Boney: I didn't need a Second Life. I had Dick Lane
cease: the guy who wrote the andersne project is a good writer but not as good as his tech
BuddhistWriter: oh, well, heading out to Mere Noche's for a nod out on the town, where bad food and bad people come together. Tonight's special: dog food and downers.
Boney: Whoa Nellie
H Stones: nice downers Grommit
||||||||| BuddhistWriter departs at 10:19 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: BW: Dine by the light of a flickering video recorder
cease: try to keep em down, buddhist
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H Stones: Poop is fading away
Boney sees that Bubba's Brain is fading away
cease: is he running out of towner?
Dexter Fong: Ralph Towner?
||||||||| Honey Sanchez dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Honey Sanchez?! It's 10:21 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
H Stones: i must get that video player fixed Fong
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Honey Sanchez', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Ah, Nancy..you're back
Honey Sanchez: "follows catherwood into the aviary, and hears the sound of bleating sheep
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Honey Sanchez and mumbles "Would you like something?"
Dexter Fong: No tan lines I see
Boney: http://www.comicmix.com/news/2007/05/17/second-life-much-like-the-first/
cease: it ook a wihle to figure out the aussie on recent firesign album was saying "Tony" instread of towny
H Stones: i see you have mastered Swahili cease
Dexter Fong: Miriam Swahili
Dexter Fong: [click]
H Stones: your thinking of Miriam Makeba i suspect Fong
cease: swahili? iu thought it ws ebonics
H Stones: come to think of it, i always suspect Fong
Dexter Fong: Stones: I may be thinking of her, but I', not talking about her [snap, crackle, pop]
Honey Sanchez: swahili brown had that huge afro and wore kinky boots and beat up crooked whitey, i think
H Stones: you just need to tighten up your pronounciation a bit cease
cease: yassa, massa
Honey Sanchez: and enunciate too
Dexter Fong: what dat troop?
H Stones: uassir boss
H Stones: look i am picking it up now
H Stones: (puts it down hurridly)
Dexter Fong: [kow][tow]
Honey Sanchez: put it down this instant you never know where it has been, stones!
cease: feets, get moobin
H Stones: Fong had it last
H Stones: amazing feets, cease
Dexter Fong: amazing Little feats
cease: dex, have you the boondocks tv series?
Honey Sanchez: feats dont fail me now
Dexter Fong: Cat: No
cease: i would say the boondocks show is to tv what fhe firesign is to the comedy record
Dave & Katie: ok all, just found a book I want to read, I'm out, night and until next time,
Honey Sanchez: i remember the song down in the boondocks does that count?
Dexter Fong: Flat, black, vinyl, spins at 33 &1/3rd?
||||||||| Dave & Katie says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave & Katie exits at 10:30 PM.
H Stones: i used to play under the boardwalk, does that count ?
Dexter Fong: Night K&D
cease: by dave and dog
H Stones: i used to catch a lot of crabs there
cease: a lot of loose women?
Dexter Fong: Classic cure for crabs: Whiskey and sand...pour whiskey on infested area, then sand...they get drunk and stone themsleves to death
H Stones: well, a lot of loose crabs at least
Boney: http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=7-0892814772-1 Would this work as a sitcom?
cease: anyone here want to contact VD?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:34 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Honey Sanchez: lol dex
Honey Sanchez: hello elayne
Dexter Fong: Elayne!!
Elayne: Evenin' all. Can't stay, just wanted to check in and say hi.
cease: hi el
H Stones: i will write that down thanks Fong
Dexter Fong: Hi
cease: hows it going, el?
Dexter Fong: Stay high
H Stones: Hi Elayne hope all is well
Boney: Elayne, I told 'em about your Second Life item at ComicMix.
Elayne: Oh, cool Boney. We weren't even sure we were going to put that up, it was from last December, but it was a slow news day.
Honey Sanchez: http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=9njv325fn2 and i thought police liked donuts not pot brownies check out that vid hahaha
cease: i heard about that on radio news
Honey Sanchez: funniest news i heard all day
Elayne: We had a whole internal discussion about "footprints" and how much damage to the environment we were or weren't doing with our plans to put out online comics.
cease: sounds like simpsons episode
Honey Sanchez: hello 911 i think i am dead send rescue
H Stones: lighter prints than off line comics Elayne for sure
cease: fersure, eh
Honey Sanchez: there are even second life scientologists!
H Stones: beware of the C Org, Honey
Dexter Fong: Honey: Either Letterman or Craig Ferguson played the 911 audio of that thing
Elayne: Dunno, Stones, you have to take into account the cost of electricity, discarded electronic equipment, etc. etc.
cease: from l.ron to mother hubbard
H Stones: well LCD screens use very little and most PC and Mac hardware can be recylced and re used
Dexter Fong: and back my firend
H Stones: trust me a am an expert
cease: your bvack is your friend?
H Stones: in swahili
cease: better than the reverse
Boney stares at Terence Mckenna web video as if in a trance
Elayne: Can be, Stones. Aren't, though...
Honey Sanchez: or obverse, even
cease: F for Fake a good debunking of Experts
H Stones: trees take forty years to mature for paper then theeirs the processing and the ink and the disposal, carbon and chlorine footprints are very large
cease: isnt he dead, boney?
Boney becomes slackjawed
H Stones: of course you could use Hemp paper which would be much better
Boney: It's his voice on the web video, cease.
Honey Sanchez: i watched a terrence mckenna video today boney what synchronicity!
Dexter Fong: afk for refill
Boney: Yes, you provided the link, Honey
cease: i thught he may have beat death and come back, bone
Honey Sanchez: oh hehe
Elayne: Hmm, comics on hemp paper. I should suggest that to Mike. (Who, by the way, is a big Firesign fan from way back, as is Martha. ComicMix has a pretty good Firesign contingent.)
Boney: There wasn't anything in it about police or pot brownies, Honey. Maybe the wrong link?
cease: good to hear, el
cease: they need al lthe fans they can get
H Stones: hemp paper gives four times the pulp per acre and twice a year as opposed to once in forty years, a good deal i think
Boney: big bambu
cease: Hemp for Victory
cease: Shemp for Stoogery
H Stones: thats what your president said during WW2 cease
Honey Sanchez: you can find a lot of hemp info here http://zunibluesky.stumbleupon.com/
cease: we dont have a president, stones. thankfully
H Stones: oh right, sorry forgot they replaced him with a monkey or was it a lizard
Honey Sanchez: a lizard in a monkey suit i believe
H Stones: passes Honey a crate of bananas
Honey Sanchez: cat, we never had a president stones
H Stones: now you can bribe him
Dexter Fong: Cat: lol re STOOGERY
H Stones: Stones for President
cease: everybody must get stones
H Stones: i like the sound of that, first thing i will do if elected is pull out of Vietnam and Bomb Downing Street
H Stones: ok call me a radical
Dexter Fong: I got round stones so i could roll em in that hemp paper
cease: are you free?
H Stones: no, i is expensive
Honey Sanchez: i subscribe to the hemp paper
Dexter Fong: No, I'se 'spensive
H Stones: excellent pronounciation Dexter
Dexter Fong: Lost your accent eh Stones?
Dexter Fong: Or was that a dialect?
Dexter Fong: Perhaps a meaty patois
Dexter Fong: A Bell Jargon?
H Stones: nice bon mot Dex
Elayne: Oop, time for the blood pressure...
Dexter Fong: And your mot is damnedly fine too, Stones
cease: not motley crude
H Stones: dont go there Dexter, you know that Poop will get too excited
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Going up?
Boney: Maybe a sitcom about a Taliban who is mistaken for Richard Stallman.
Elayne: I hope not, Dex.
Honey Sanchez: poop is passed out
Dexter Fong: Stones: El Poopo has gone to the land of the gray
cease: old age?
Dexter Fong: Florida I mean
H Stones: you mean hes been abducted by aliens yet again
Dexter Fong: Century Village
Dexter Fong: Stones: It's time for his annual probing
H Stones: Vive El Poopo
Boney: He ends up getting a job as a system administrator. He's a quiet guy. Nobody notices that he's an Afghanistani
Dexter Fong: or did I mean anal probing
Elayne: Okay, 120/75, that's okay.
Dexter Fong: Boney: Everybody carries an AK47
Elayne: Time for bed. Bye.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:51 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night E
cease: night el
H Stones: good night Elayne
cease: keep on pressuring
cease: sounds like leadbelly song, stones
Dexter Fong: Elayne...Ilene...Irene....it's arr Engrish tloop
Honey Sanchez: yar!
H Stones: Ryland P Cooder did a version of Good night Irene
cease: ryland?
H Stones: but banned from radio because it had the original line in it ""i Get you in my Dreams!"
cease: is that next to scotchland?
Dexter Fong: Ryeland...had the worlds largest outdoor saltwater poop
Boney: http://www.inrich.com/cva/ric/entertainment_living.PrintView.-content-articles-RTD-2007-05-16-0102.html
Principalpoop: back
Dexter Fong: pool
Dexter Fong: oops
Principalpoop: saltwater me?
H Stones: WB Poopster
cease: everyone high on rye
Principalpoop: thank you
Honey Sanchez: welcome back pp
cease: poop
Merlyn: Boney, I bet the frozen cave-man lawyer sues them for stealing the idea
Honey Sanchez: i'm doin the latest craze st, vitus' dance, cease
Dexter Fong notices poop shows not a trace of gray
H Stones: who knows what he Thaw , Merlyn
Boney: That was a good movie.
H Stones: sorry about the prounounced lisp
cease: get some lispstick
Dexter Fong: Honey: I thopught "The Hon" was the latest craze
Principalpoop: no, that is pronounced lithp
Honey Sanchez: oh i think you mean "the Hun"
Principalpoop: what was a good movie
H Stones: i walk with a pronounced limp, LIMP prouncounced Limp
Dexter Fong: In french that's Le Lithp
cease: its from the middle ages
H Stones: but typed better
Merlyn: El Imp?
Dexter Fong: better than what
Honey Sanchez: ezra
Principalpoop: l'imp
cease: saw pretty good old french flick yesterday. A Nous La Liberte
Dexter Fong: Ezra pounded the keys
Merlyn: George W. Imp
cease: sort of a french Modern Times
H Stones: not nay more since i got the bulk Viagra Poop
Boney: Encino Man. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104187/ Pauly Shore is tolerable in this flick
Merlyn: bulk Viagra poop?
Principalpoop: hehe honey hehe
H Stones: yes i can see it now on the side of the truck
Dexter Fong: Viagra poop if you contine to evacuate for more than 4 hours, you're losing a lot of weight
Principalpoop: ahh zany antics happen
Honey Sanchez: consult a physician immediately!
Boney: Merlyn, is Encino Man the movie that you're thinking of...?
Dexter Fong: I'm not a physician but I am a Phsysist
cease: here's a quarter
Dexter Fong: .and here's your change
H Stones: make sure you get your change ceasse
Dexter Fong: Stop looking over my shoulder Stones
Principalpoop: ch'ange
cease: not much of a cough
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Look over my bonny mot
H Stones: must i ?
H Stones: i thought being president would be more glamorous
Principalpoop: must ee?
Dexter Fong flourishes his rusty wembley
H Stones: you should polish it every day like i do Fong, then it wouldnt be rusty
Boney taps Merlyn gently on the forehead to see if he is awake and conscious
Boney: hit me with your rhythm stick
Principalpoop: what year is it M?
Dexter Fong: STONES: Rusty is the official color of the Volunteers Gun Club
Honey Sanchez: careful! you might put out his 3rd eye, boney
H Stones: Decides to read, Dianetics by L Ron Hubbard, finishes it quickly and decides never to read trash again
Boney waits 'til his father gets home
Principalpoop: spiders and snakes in there
Dexter Fong: High son? I'm home early
cease: all i care to know about scientology i gleened from a southpark episode
H Stones: Hey its real tough being an Operating Thetan
Merlyn: hello? what?
Boney: catherwood bring Merlyn's father home
||||||||| Catherwood hands merlyn's father home.
Honey Sanchez: i wish i could say the same, cease
cease: even if id did cost the show Chef
H Stones: yes, Cease, Southpark are the definitive experts
Principalpoop: it is just a dream M, just a dream
Merlyn: no PP, I was talking about Phil Hartman as "unfrozen caveman lawyer" on sat nite live
Boney: catherwood take your father home
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Boney and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: on bizarre religions, probably true stones
Dexter Fong: Catherwood get riled up
||||||||| Catherwood hands riled up.
Boney raps Catherwood smartly on the back of his head with a drumstick
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Boney
cease: the church of dawkins recently was quite funny too
Principalpoop: no PP? that is a shame
H Stones: its what you get when you mix pseudo science, pyramidology, double glazing and marketing
Dexter Fong: Boney: Use your kick drum on him
Boney: Catherwood give Merlyn a bucket of drumsticks
||||||||| Catherwood gets merlyn a bucket of drumsticks.
Merlyn eats a bucket of drumsticks
cease: beat that rythym on a drum
cease: or hit the jew with the bag of sugar
Dexter Fong: I'll take door number three Cat
Principalpoop: yah de dah deedee yah de dah deedah
cease: it's ....Jim Morrison
Boney: The bucket is made of hemp
Dexter Fong swoons at poops scat singing
Honey Sanchez: eat the bucket too good fibre
H Stones: well it should last longer then cease
Principalpoop: but it's good shit
H Stones: i mean Boney sorry
cease: in tonight's episode of Rock Zombies
Boney: Catherwood get Merlyn a chair to sit on when that hemp kicks in
||||||||| Catherwood brings merlyn a chair to sit on when that hemp kicks in.
Principalpoop: I me mine
Merlyn sits on the chait
Merlyn chair
H Stones: i see you have command of several inter galactic languages PP
Boney: Sits on the cat?
Honey Sanchez: pp has an interossiter
Principalpoop: eh?
H Stones: dya know where i can get parts for mine Honey, its broken
Dexter Fong: Boney: Some days you sit on the cat...some days the cat sits on you
Boney: Catherwood get Wolfowitz a shit sandwich
||||||||| Catherwood gets wolfowitz a shit sandwich.
H Stones: is that like the fly and the windshild, Dexter ?
Honey Sanchez: venificus.com try there, stones
Principalpoop: give one to gonzales too please catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood brings one to gonzales too.
Dexter Fong: Stones: I don't think so
H Stones: i nver go there, they have L Ron in the back room Honey
Dexter Fong: And they have Wal Tor on the air 26/5
Honey Sanchez: it;s ok he is permanently hooked up to an E meter
H Stones: sorry Dexter, my Karma must have run over your dogma
Boney: Catherwood bring Wolfowitz and Gonzales chairs to sit on when that shit kicks in
||||||||| Catherwood brings wolfowitz and gonzales chairs to sit on when that shit kicks in.
Principalpoop: you laugh at scientology, but in 100 years, they will be respectable, like the mormons
H Stones: ROFL poop
Honey Sanchez: hahaha pp
Dexter Fong: Stones: Smegma has very high traffic incident rate
H Stones: yes i heard its just a jerk water town
H Stones: You know too much Poop
Boney: Catherwood bring Wolfowitz and Gonzales donuts
||||||||| Catherwood gives wolfowitz and gonzales donuts.
Principalpoop: huh?
Dexter Fong: Jerk watertown? wasn't he still in prison for the big Smallville robbery?
Honey Sanchez: someone will be round to see you soon, poop
H Stones: you wont be laughing when the C Org comes round to Audit you
Principalpoop: i still remember your laugh when I told you I was reading the tower report stones
H Stones: lol
Merlyn: hey folks, see you next week
Dexter Fong: I not afraid of an audit, I know sign language
Principalpoop: night m
Honey Sanchez: ok merlyn have a good one
H Stones: night Merlyn and thanks again
Boney: nite
cease: happy bday, merl
Principalpoop: spontaneous enjoyment
Principalpoop: thanks again M
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks for the gracious hospability factor Merlyn
Merlyn: nite
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:14 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: oops, sorry your older M
H Stones: i better go get some Kleenex PP
Boney: How many candles on his burfday cake?
Honey Sanchez: i thought he had a touch of grey and he was nodding a bit too
Dexter Fong: Can you say thru Quam?
Dexter Fong: true
H Stones: so his parents mated with aliens did they Honey
Dexter Fong: It's 20 db hot
Principalpoop: i gotta go, so I will go, have a super week, ciaooo
Honey Sanchez: bye pp
||||||||| At 11:16 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Boney: The nodding may have been because the hemp bucket that he ate
Honey Sanchez: smooch on ya
cease: ok poop
Dexter Fong: Night M. Poop
H Stones: ok PP have a good week and see you same time next show
Boney: because of
Dexter Fong: "U"
Dexter Fong: there's a thong in my heart
H Stones: yes Boney he should eat the contents and not the bucket
Boney: I needed the drumsticks.
Boney: for the pep rally
cease: borrow ringos. he's not using them
H Stones: he nver used them particularly well cease
Boney: we don't need your stinking ringos
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H Stones: anyone know how Clem is doing ?
Dexter Fong: doing what?
H Stones: well recovering i hope
Honey Sanchez: recuperating from lyme disease.......
Boney: wrong tick
Honey Sanchez: indeed
cease: did him or bambi say anytying about if he was getting better? i dont recall
H Stones: no me neither, thats why i asked
Honey Sanchez: well, i do hope he is on the mend
Dexter Fong: I thought it ...umm...odd? that CNI was not on
Dexter Fong: Not for firesign but just the feed
Dexter Fong: afk
H Stones: yes listening to Twitcast with Leo now
H Stones: i think i will send an email to clem and bambi
Boney: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112196/fullcredits#cast
Dexter Fong: I'se brack
cease: obama?
H Stones: wb
Dexter Fong: No, Al Abama
cease: witha banjo on your knee?
Dexter Fong: With Big Bamboo on my knickers
Boney: hemp knickers
Boney: Catherwood get Dexter Fong a donut
||||||||| Catherwood hands dexter fong a donut.
H Stones: who set light to Dexters knickers ?
Dexter Fong: Hemp K. Nickers? Wasn't he still in jail for the # finger Mickey Pickpocket scam?
Dexter Fong: 3
Boney: Nick Knick
Dexter Fong appreciates the knickardly appreciation
Dexter Fong: aka
Boney: Madison Square Knickerbocker
H Stones: well its time for me to make going noises again
Dexter Fong: B. Ottoman Drawers
H Stones: but hope to see you guys again next week
Dexter Fong: Oh splinded Holmes...vroom vroooom
cease: keep em stoning
Honey Sanchez: mee too i was out in the garage looking at my roomates new bike she spent her rent money on
Dexter Fong: There is no hope Stones, only see
Boney: a real square little feller
Honey Sanchez: so see youse goofballs next thursday :)
H Stones: take care and have a great week folks
Honey Sanchez: adios
H Stones: bye for now
Dexter Fong: Golfballs Honey GULF BALLS
||||||||| Honey Sanchez leaves to catch the 11:35 PM train to Elmertown.
Dexter Fong: Night you two kids
Boney: Nite
||||||||| At 11:35 PM, Boney vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
cease: honey
cease: boney
Dexter Fong: It's an early morning for me tomorrow so I'm leabin' too
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
cease: i think Fumiyo's meal is prepared. off we go
||||||||| cease rushes off, saying "11:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| At 11:37 PM, H Stones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bob D Caterino inside, makes a note of the time (1:25 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bob D Caterino: Oh my, it seems that my time machine is on the blink once again. oh well, let me see if I have three more dimes and jump into next thursday. oh good, three thin dimes.
Bob D Caterino: Oh man, no one to hit me over the head with this bottle. I can do this myself. OUCH!!!
||||||||| Bob D Caterino departs at 1:27 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| 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
Bob D Caterino
boney
Bubba's Brain
BuddhistWriter
Bunnyboy
cease
Dave & Katie
Dexter Fong
dope boy
Elayne
Firebroiled
H Stones
Honey Sanchez
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Principalpoop
Tor Hershman
TweenyYes,TweenyNo URL References:
http://m1.freeshare.us/view/?144fs700862.jpg
http://video.stumbleupon.com/#p=9njv325fn2
http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/05/09/execution.pizza/index.html
http://www.comicmix.com/news/2007/05/17/second-life-much-like-the-first/
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.jpg
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/show8/radiohat.mp3
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104187/
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112196/fullcredits#cast
http://www.inrich.com/cva/ric/entertainment_living.PrintView.-content-articles-RTD-2007-05-16-0102.html
http://www.powells.com/cgi-bin/biblio?inkey=7-0892814772-1
http://www.shaunthesheep.com/
http://zunibluesky.stumbleupon.com/

Rogue's Gallery:

PP and Cat(cease)	Bunnyboy	kend^/Dr. Headphones
Merlyn and Tirebiter	DocTech	LiliLamont
FreqMan	Rotonoto	LeatherG & SO
Nin0	Tonk	Ah, Clem and Bambi
Compañero Señor Yämamoto	Dexter Fong	Elayne
Bubba's Brain	Bightrethighrehighre	Boney
llanwydd	Tween	Porgie
Bob D Caterino	Dave & Katie	klokwkdog 404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten
Peggy Blisswhips	Audrey Farber	Tiny Dr. Tim Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"