Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
04/10/2008

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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 April 10, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:03 AM and Firebroiled bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Firebroiled: Ha, ha, ho!
You bet, Dear Friends,
it is going to be all right.
It’s going to be all right tonight,
here at the Powerhouse Church
of the Presumptious Assumption
of the Blinding Light.

Oh, Blinding Light,
Oh, Light that blinds,
I cannot see,
Look out for me!
||||||||| Around 7:04 AM, Firebroiled walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 5:50 PM, dragging überRegenbogen by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "6:00 PM and late as usual, it's zebelkhan7777, just back from Tehran."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood says "6:01 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs zebelkhan7777 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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 zebelkhan7777 falls out at 6:02 PM.
||||||||| It's 6:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| zebelkhan7777 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
überRegenbogen has a magic bowel movement
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 7:00 PM, dragging DrHackenTween by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DrHackenTween: Who's movie _is_ this, anyway??
DrHackenTween: Ossman on Air America Tonight
DrHackenTween: If you missed David Ossman's appearance on The Lionel Show
DrHackenTween: ( http://www.airamerica.com/lionel ) at 11 AM Eastern time
DrHackenTween: today (Thursday), the show should be repeated at 2 AM
DrHackenTween: Eastern later tonight.
||||||||| "Hey DrHackenTween!" ... DrHackenTween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 7:03 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 7:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| überRegenbogen - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:06 PM and überRegenbogen sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
überRegenbogen eats the grape
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:12 PM and ah,clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "8:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| LikeACamelInThe Tween enters at 8:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
überRegenbogen: Catherwood, gring me a left-handed sponge.
||||||||| Catherwood grings überRegenbogen a left-handed sponge.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 10, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits at the bar.
Merlyn: Hey, where's the drinks? Just this bar here...
||||||||| LikeACamelInThe Tween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:03 PM.
||||||||| 9:03 PM: Donk jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts SuperTweeny into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
SuperTweeny: Hey all...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging ah,clem by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Donk: hey Tweeny
ah,clem: hi all
SuperTweeny: Catherwood, please give me a john wilkes phone booth
||||||||| Catherwood gives SuperTweeny a john wilkes phone booth.
Donk: hey clem
||||||||| Catherwood leads Elayne into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:04 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
llanwydd: happy thursday
ah,clem :)
||||||||| SuperTweeny is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:05 PM.
Merlyn: hey clem
Merlyn: and E
||||||||| Catherwood escorts IndustrialStrengthTweeny into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
Elayne: Hey Tween!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Hey folks :-)
ah,clem: wb Tweeny
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Why settle for less?
Merlyn: hey tween
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Hey Merl
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Good choice, clem :)
ah,clem: had been awhile
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 9:10 PM.
Elayne: Hey Mudhead!
llanwydd: hey mudhead!
Mudhead: damn, that chopper lifted my skirt
||||||||| mrmuckle steals in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Mudhead: Hai All
mrmuckle: Hi, Y'all
ah,clem: cross dressing again, Mud?
Elayne: Evenin Mr. Muckle!
llanwydd: Hey Muckle!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Welcome to the rubber room, Mudman :)
Mudhead: no, I lost the cross at Easter
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol Mud
llanwydd: I used to watch Rubber Room when I was a kid
mrmuckle: Hey, evely buddy
llanwydd: Oh wait a minute that was...
ah,clem: lol ll
Donk: i guess i'm gonna have to put the vinyl away for another nite, and listen to the Dwarf
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Wasn't Deputy Dan on that show. LL?
mrmuckle: I just wanted to drop by to let the Ossman family know how sorry I was to hear of Devin's passing...
llanwydd: no but I remember some bees in somebody's bonnet
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: The Everly Buddies? Saw them live!
ah,clem: I see llanwydd, and Donk and Mudhead and .....
Elayne: Cat told me DO was here in NY today; I had no idea...
llanwydd: LOL clem
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Yeah, that's a hard thing Muckle. We all wish them some solice from their friends
Mudhead: My condolences go out also
mrmuckle: David was (and is) the most friendly, relaxed person I ever met, and always in a good mood
Merlyn: doc forwarded all the condolences that the website received
mrmuckle: I don't want to slow down the blender-like mix of talk and such. Just wanted to touch base. Must go prepare foods now. Have a good night, all.
Mudhead: nite mrM
||||||||| At 9:18 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, mrmuckle!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Later, gator
llanwydd: thanks for stopping in muckle
Merlyn: Hey, sign up to get the email updates E: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/updates/00283.html
llanwydd: he'll read that later
Merlyn: oops, that should be http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/updates/00282.html
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Same as the mailing list, Merl?
Merlyn: yeah
Mudhead: am I gonna get sold to some white slavery email list?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: ok
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: LOL
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: No, Mudman, it's the
Merlyn: nah, we give em away
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: 'colored' list
Merlyn: no AOL addresses though, AOL complained
Mudhead: that kink isnt to sign up
llanwydd: who is uberRegenbogen? anybody recognize him/her?
Mudhead: err, link
Merlyn: Nino says uberRegenbogen is in Atlanta
llanwydd: no I haven't signed up to any kink
llanwydd: I'll bet he's in atlantis
Mudhead: link, fuddit, link
IndustrialStrengthTweeny recommends that you "Get on the liffffft!!"
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Professor of Mune Science?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: I see Ni–o has me in Plano again lol
llanwydd: I see cat's not here. he's usually early
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Must be getting late
llanwydd: nor fong nor stones but they are usually later
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: LDS of Cucamonga, undoubtedly
Merlyn: Nino likes Plano
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Merlyn: and Kino
Elayne: Eh, not even 9:30 (6:30 Cat time), I'm sure they'll be here soon.
Merlyn: cat said he might not make it tonight
llanwydd: I see
Merlyn: he's going out for dinner
Merlyn: said he might be back too late
llanwydd: well, that's actually a good thing to do sometimes
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: cease's food reviews are depressing lol
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: "This boxed dinner from Tweeny was completely unacceptable..." lol
Elayne: "And where was my wine?" :)
Mudhead: but the cat ate it.
Elayne: When he dined with us at a Red Lobster franchise, he was a bit perturbed that they didn't bring a wine right away, as if we were at a real restaurant or something.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: red Leischter?
Elayne: I kinda like the one-step-removed-from-fast-food places.
llanwydd: real restaurant. LOL
Elayne: Outback, Red Lobster, Charlie Brown's, all that diner'y food...
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Amazed that cease would set foot inside a Red Lobster lol
llanwydd: I've heard the most expensive restaurant in the world is The Colony in NYC
Elayne: Oh Tween, he really liked the place! I couldn't believe it. But he hated that he didn't get his wine to enjoy alongside his food.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Gold plated truffles for desert?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Merlyn: naw, it's some japanese place that sells that soup made from snake urine
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Talking aboot cease behind his back :(
Elayne: I'm just not connected enough to get into the high-end places in Manhattan for which you need a res two months in advance...
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Oh, yum LOL
Mudhead: thats ok, they've been doin that to me forever
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: And you can take the snake oil home in a kitty bag!
Merlyn: red lobster is OK seafood but their steaks aren't very good
llanwydd: I think if I ever go to japan I'll bring a bag lunch
||||||||| Outside, the 9:32 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Mudhead: Thats not real seafood
Principalpoop: cough cough
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Hey P
Elayne: Evenin' Prinpoop!
llanwydd: hi prin
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: (no irony there)
Merlyn: that's the world's most expensive soup, $4,000 a bowl (or is it bowel?)
Mudhead: Hiyas PP
Principalpoop: i have never eaten at a red lobster, i have eaten at a lums, long ime ago
Mudhead: Merlyn if yur ever in New England I'll make ya seafood
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: They must be serving it to the Iraq troops, for what they cost ;)
Merlyn: arrrrr, avaste mudhead
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Fresh from the Groton Shipyard lol
Mudhead: Lobster from the trap under my dock, fish fresh from the pier
llanwydd: I actually like red lobster but there isn't one very near me
Principalpoop: how is mrs. Paul?
Merlyn: avast! avast! avast! Now that's the third time avast ya....
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: They have a crab house in Austin called The Boiling Pot
Merlyn: got any blue lobsters?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Sorry, I grew up near the Eastern Shore of MD ;)
llanwydd: I used to work on lobster boats in new england
Mudhead: Austin is how far from the sea?
Principalpoop: i have not had crabs for a long time either, thank goodness
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: And Corpus Christi wasn't much better
llanwydd: mostly newport
Mudhead: Yes, we got two blues this year
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Yep, MD blues
Elayne: Did you, llan! Wow, that sounds like a cool job.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Fresh off the dock into the pot
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Nothing like it
Merlyn: do blue ones sell to farms or whatnot? I've heard they're rare
Mudhead: We sent em both to the Mystic Aquarium
Principalpoop: bob dylan got a job on shrimp boat outside delacroix
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Chesapeake mercury seasoning for free lol
llanwydd: yeah it was very hard work and long days but I enjoyed it back then
llanwydd: I wouldn't do it now
Principalpoop: fresh lobster, yum
Elayne: You'd need fortitude. And dramamine.
llanwydd: but he got tangle up with the bluefins
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: It's a mess down there for sure, LL
Principalpoop: exactly llan
Merlyn: wow, according to wiki, a blue lobster is 1 in 2 million
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: You can't imagine what was washed into the Gulf
Merlyn: blew your luck on lobsters instead of lottery tickets
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: (Katrina & Rita)
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Lotta wat?
Mudhead: It looks like the monstrous gas complex off of Long Island is now gone thank grid
Principalpoop: frank lotta
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Ah, the Cappucinos
Principalpoop: I'm Bob Hind
Mudhead: If that thing ever torched up it'd wiped out most of NYC and the western Sound
Merlyn: anyway, überRegenbogen made me notice a bug in Nino's code, so I fixed it
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: I'm afraid when I watch The Cappucinos on TV
Elayne: I just posted to my blog before this chat started, to remind people of it, and to pass along today's Silly Site: http://www.electricartists.com/cannabiscup/stoner.html
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: �ber code?
Elayne: I'd like an informal survey of everyone's Stoner Name, if you'd care to generate one using the site...
Merlyn: I'm Master Roller
Elayne: Mine was pretty boring, "Siberian Tiger Bluntmaster."
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: On the thin ice of the new day?
Principalpoop: Lazy-assed Grower ?? nooo, it used to be stone king
überRegenbogen: stoner name?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Siberian Katchoo?
llanwydd: that's too damn real and in the present tense
Elayne: Click the link, Regen.
llanwydd: gesundheit
Mudhead: Amateur Resinator
Elayne: Heh, I like that one Mudhead.
Principalpoop: link the rink clegen
Mudhead: Oh man I wish I could still smoke
Merlyn: The Mafia now predicts the future, and wants to be known as La Cosa Nostradamus
Elayne: *groan*, Merlyn.
Principalpoop: i can still smoke, i wish i took the effort to go score
Mudhead: cute M
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: biab
Principalpoop: okrn
Mudhead: Im inna dilemma, i get sanctioned heavy narcotics, so I needa pee inna cup to let em know Im not on illegal drugs
Principalpoop: ahhhh
Mudhead: so I get the pharmacueticals, but damn Im jonesin for some sweet sweet smoke
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Bob D Caterino', just granted probation at 9:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: hello bob
Elayne: Bob D! Hella good to see you.
llanwydd: Hey Bob
Merlyn: hey bob d
Mudhead: Hai Bob
Bob D Caterino: hey gangringo's
überRegenbogen: it calls me a lazy-assed grower. heheh
Elayne: I'm on some nasty allergy meds, myself. Just the OTC stuff, but it makes me real thirsty and makes my stomach hurt.
Elayne: And yet, if I go without the pill, I get itchy all over my arms and legs, and I can't breathe very well.
Bob D Caterino: on a few myself
Elayne: I'm trying to decide if the "cure" is worse than the "disease" here.
Elayne: I usually air on the side of reee-fusin' drugs...
Elayne: erm, "err," I mean.
Bob D Caterino: Elayne, a 60 second commercial for a drug is 90 percent disclaimer
Mudhead: I get my drugs at Aims Used drugs
Elayne: Obviously this allergy medicine screws with my grammatical ability.
Elayne: Yeppers, Bob D. And they've started doing ads where the side effects are, like, DEATH. I mean, who opts for a drug like that?
Bob D Caterino: I go to Dr X second hand drug store
Mudhead: Try to get Zyrtec, seems to work fine for me Elayne
überRegenbogen: a grammar alergy? ;)
Elayne: I'd rather have whatever condition the drug's supposed to treat, thanks.
Principalpoop: the only cure for which is death
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Hey Bob D
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: LOL E
Principalpoop: wb tween
Elayne: I dunno, Mudhead. I got a pack of 5 Zyrtecs. Rob took one. VERY bad side effects for him. Four are still sitting next to my computer table, unused.
Bob D Caterino: Tween
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Worse than The Cure, eh?
Bob D Caterino: lol Poop
Principalpoop: zyrtecs? i that was a form of latex?
Elayne: Dang, it's hot today. BRB, need to switch on fan.
Mudhead: Sorry to hear that E
IndustrialStrengthTweeny can't imagine that
llanwydd: I dub thee sir tex
Principalpoop: rub a dub dub
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol LL
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Take that back...
Principalpoop: What do you mean by that?
Bob D Caterino: What do you mean? buy that
Principalpoop: Where were you before?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: We've been attacked by Saudis - buy Chinese!
Bob D Caterino: morse Sceince
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Bob D Caterino: Robert Morse Sceince
Principalpoop: lots of different medicines, try them all
Bob D Caterino: I did, tonight lol
Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Saw Fear & Loathing a couple of days ago - no thanks
Principalpoop: ahh, don't mix and match
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'DEXTER FONG', just granted probation at 9:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Although Depp and Murry are really good at it
Elayne: Hey Unca Dex!
Principalpoop: which one tween?
Principalpoop: ahh fong
llanwydd: Hey Dex!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Depp
Merlyn: hey dex
DEXTER FONG: Evening Dear Friends
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: They were both really good at Hunter S
überRegenbogen: poor JL. i've taxed him with my umlaut. :P
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Hey Dex
Principalpoop: ok, i preferred that one to bill murray's take
Bob D Caterino: Dex, hello
Principalpoop: i am delayed
llanwydd: never seen you in all caps before, dex. looks good on you
Bob D Caterino: me two
Principalpoop: inpressive
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: In answer to your question, P - WWII
DEXTER FONG: Hi Bob D, Elayne, Tween, llan, Merlyn, Muddie, poop and Herr Uber etc
Principalpoop: what did I ask?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Depp took it a bit further lol
Bob D Caterino: Cheese its, the Caps
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: wu won?
Mudhead: Hi Dex
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Where The Buffalo Roam was a great movie
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Murray was wonderful
DEXTER FONG: Cat says he prolly won't be here tonight
Principalpoop: ahhh, too mushy, i thought
DEXTER FONG: If you didn't already know
llanwydd: the buffalo roam about 30 miles from my house, believe it or not
Principalpoop: i liked depps edge
ah,clem: ...
llanwydd: they are not extinct
Bob D Caterino: Rome or Buffolo?
Principalpoop: they have some in virginia, near I81
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Yeah, and they play american soccer really well
llanwydd: no, the buffalo roam east of buffalo and rome
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Bob D Caterino: Buffalo, lol spellin still stinks
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: like Paris, TX?
Bob D Caterino: they will always have Paris
DEXTER FONG: You Ticka NY
Principalpoop: did hunter ever stay at the hilton in dallas?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Little Feat has a really good song called "Those Feats Will Steer Ya Wrong Sometimes"
Bob D Caterino: Yes and Hunter will always have Paris
Bob D Caterino: Everyone will always have Paris at one time or another
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol Bob
Principalpoop: and nancy sinatra said her boot were made for walking
Principalpoop: s
DEXTER FONG: I thought she said her boobs were made for walkin'
Principalpoop: hehe
ah,clem: don't know that little feat song, Tween
Bob D Caterino: she only wore them once
überRegenbogen reads back and sees questions
DEXTER FONG: Uber: Read forward for answers
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: "About 6' 5" of TX Ranger" - really funny tune
überRegenbogen: i'm one of the CNI cohorts
überRegenbogen: Brian
Principalpoop: please state that in the form of a question...
DEXTER FONG: Well, any friend of CNI is a friend of mine
Bob D Caterino: Is the CNI cohorts one of you?
Principalpoop: ahh welcome, come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
überRegenbogen: i don't think that they'd all fit in me, and i don't want to find out!
Bob D Caterino: Dem dry bones
ah,clem: he has been a long time friend (online) to Bambi and I
Principalpoop: the flying nun figured out to get fit many in her
Mudhead: Hai Brian!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: LF's "Representing The Mambo" CD is really good
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donk - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
überRegenbogen: hey Mud
Bob D Caterino: Poop, she was a bad habit
DEXTER FONG: Brain Hia
Principalpoop: the plague??
ah,clem: even before CNI actually
überRegenbogen: high brain?
Principalpoop: give me a vaccination catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives Principalpoop a vaccination.
DEXTER FONG: Wow, that's more before than anyone's ever
Bob D Caterino: The Plague
überRegenbogen 's brain has been high, on occasion
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Bambi sneaks in around 10:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
ah,clem: lol
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: "I was staring at the mirrored sunglasses of all about 6' 5" of Texas Ranger" lol
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: great tine
DEXTER FONG: Catherwood, give Principalpoop a shot of Human Growth Hormone in the ass
||||||||| Catherwood brings principalpoop a shot of human growth hormone in the ass.
Principalpoop: we get high on life, the cereal, to cure the munchies
Bambi: sneaked? I did no such thing LOL
llanwydd: I have a film audition saturday but I'm not too hopeful
ah,clem: why the loud name tonight, Dex?
llanwydd: Hey Bambi
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: great tine is Rhodes
Merlyn: hey bambee
Bambi: just wanted to pop in to say hi, can't stay long though
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: that's a great tune
Merlyn: schtay hi!
Principalpoop: hi bambi, don't sneak
überRegenbogen: hi Bambi
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Deer Person!! Don't shoot!!!
Bambi waves and says Hello Dear Friends :-)
Principalpoop: what film llan?
Bob D Caterino: Bambi, feeling well I hope?
überRegenbogen: i finally freakin made it :D
DEXTER FONG: Clem: I didn't auto register like usual for some reason and also for some reason then typed my name in all ca[s...for some reason
llanwydd: the working title is Fear Itself
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour me a double toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a double toasted almond.
llanwydd: its an indie
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Yeah, we're going to have to buy her one of those 2-wheel thingamjings if her ankule doesn't heal
Principalpoop: as in, the only thing to fear is?
Bob D Caterino: The only good indie is a dead indie
Bambi: not great ... re-hurt my ankle
Principalpoop: a musical about FDR?
DEXTER FONG: Catherwood, double down on Bambi's toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood doubles down on bambi's toasted almond.
überRegenbogen: i wonder if you were to reenter it, if a mere case change would register as a new arrival
Elayne: Catherwood, I'll have what Bambi's having.
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Elayne
Principalpoop: don't do that bambi
Bambi: heard that Tween
||||||||| 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 überregenbogen disembarks at 10:03 PM.
Elayne: Catherwood, some medical tape for Bambi!
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Elayne
überregenbogen: hah
Bambi: thanks Dex...I needed that!
Elayne: Now you see, it isn't because I'm not trying...
DEXTER FONG: UBER: Ill try that
||||||||| At 10:03 PM, DEXTER FONG vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: Catherwood, give bambi some medical tape
||||||||| Catherwood hands bambi some medical tape.
||||||||| Around 10:03 PM, überregenbogen walks off into the sunset...
Elayne: Thank you, Merlyn. It's 'cause I'm a gurl, innit?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Dester Fong', just granted probation at 10:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: The lost 18 minutes?
Elayne suspects that Catherwood likes Bambi better.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Elayne
überRegenbogen: interesting
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol E
Merlyn: you are?
Dester Fong: Oh NO, I've been italized
Bambi: we lost überregenbogen to the chopper!
Elayne: Ya see? YA SEE? Your stupid minds! Stupid, STUPID!
Bambi: wb Dex?
Mudhead: Im losing it also
Principalpoop: he is trying to remember how to spell his name
ah,clem: the butler does not speak much english aparantly
Bob D Caterino: All gurls are created equal unless there not
Mudhead: Me thinks its enuff for tonite
IndustrialStrengthTweeny Thinks E should watch SNL Jeopardy
Dester Fong: More Coffins Elayne?
Merlyn: off into your wild blue yonders!
Bambi: lol Merlyn
Elayne: Catherwood, please give me a break.
||||||||| Catherwood gives Elayne a break.
Principalpoop: off into the yonder blue wilds
Mudhead: G'nite Dear Friends!
Elayne: Ow, my nose!
Merlyn plays a tune on a tuba
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Merlyn and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Merlyn!"
Bambi: have a good one Mudhead, glad you could make it
Bob D Caterino: Dexter, your coffins have zest appeal
ah,clem: catherwood, please give elayne a lovely beverage
||||||||| Catherwood gets elayne a lovely beverage.
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: A wild blue? Why, I raise Chinchillas!
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 10:06 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Elayne: Night, Mudhead!
Dester Fong: Night Muddie
Principalpoop: night mud
Bob D Caterino: Nite Mud
Bambi: Merlyn plays a tuna on a tuba?
Elayne: Thanks Jimmy, but ya see, I need to be self-sufficient on this Catherwood thing. He's dissing me.
||||||||| Catherwood gives to be self-sufficient on this thing he's dissing me.
Principalpoop: with or without mayo?
ah,clem: catherwood please give Elayne an apology
||||||||| Catherwood gets elayne an apology.
Elayne: LOL!
Bob D Caterino: i made it to Amazon.com A step up for me
überRegenbogen lands a tubafish
Merlyn plays a tune on a tuna
||||||||| Catherwood withes Merlyn -->.
||||||||| H. Stones sneaks in around 10:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Dester Fong: Any mention of his name and Catherwood schizzes out
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Dester Fong and says "oh, fuck off Dester Fong!"
Bambi: LOL
Merlyn: heh
Principalpoop: hi stones
Elayne: Catherwood, please be nice to Dex.
||||||||| Catherwood says "I thought I was!"
Elayne: Hey Stones!
überRegenbogen: Catherwood, get me laid
||||||||| Catherwood gets überRegenbogen laid.
Dester Fong: Stones, just in time..you're on the Wirless
Bambi: hey Stones
H. Stones: Hi folks
Principalpoop plays a tune on a tuna too
überRegenbogen: woo!
Merlyn: wow, I didn't even know he could answer that way
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Principalpoop: wb uber
ah,clem: the great defective, and just in time...
Bambi: llanwydd is faaaddddiiiiinnnngggg
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'HoneySanchez', just granted probation at 10:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bob D Caterino: http://blip.tv/file/654340
Bambi: nevermind
überRegenbogen: You're a good butler!
Principalpoop: hola honey
llanwydd: Hello HS
Elayne: Honey! Woo-hoo! Three gals three again!
HoneySanchez: hola amigos
H. Stones: whats that about the wireless Mr Fong ?
Bambi: hey Honey
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Catherwood, please get überRegenbogen hosen
||||||||| Catherwood gives ü berregenbogen hosen.
Bob D Caterino: Just something silly I did also many on youtube
llanwydd: be back in about 10 or 15
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Ms Sanchez...
Bob D Caterino: Honey how r u
Elayne: That's enough to really screw with Chris Hitchens' head. He says chicks can't be funny, y'see.
Dester Fong: Buenos Noches Senorita
Bob D Caterino: or How U doin?
H. Stones: Hi Honey
überRegenbogen: eeep! that took a curious turn
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Only eggs, E
HoneySanchez: doing good bobd long time no see how bout you?
Elayne: Tween, let's just call them the "phenomena."
Bob D Caterino: as well as to be expected I guess, but don't ask lol
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Have a bit more coffe, sir
Bob D Caterino: woah is me
Dester Fong: The Phenominomicon
ah,clem: they're in everybody' s eggs
Bob D Caterino: ah clem you r scrambled
Dester Fong: Must be those Govmint eggs
H. Stones: Hi Clem
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Duck under your seat
Bambi: great to see you all but I need to elevate this stupid ankle ... see ya next time!
Bob D Caterino: quack
Principalpoop: get well bambi
ah,clem: hi Mr. Stones
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Be well, Bambi
Dester Fong: I thought they was banned by the Chicken Little Act of '42
Bob D Caterino: Bambs till we meet again
HoneySanchez: adios bambi heal quickly
llanwydd: well, I'm passing out early tonight so I'm going to pass out of here for now
H. Stones: get well soon Bambi
Elayne: Take care of that ankle, Bambi! Elevate, Ice, and, um, something else!
Dester Fong: Night Bambi
llanwydd: will see you in a weak
Elayne: Oh yeah, pressure.
Dester Fong: llan: I'll E mail you soon
Principalpoop: supposedly, the constitution says it does no apply when the president does no want it to apply
llanwydd: thanks dex
Principalpoop: good luck llan
Bob D Caterino: http://www.amazon.com/Junk-Trunk-Short-stories-poems/dp/1438203470/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207879966&sr=8-1
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Sounds like a threat, Dex l;ol
Elayne: Bye Llan!
H. Stones: Hi Poop i had not noticed you
Bob D Caterino: one of my books
Principalpoop: bambi already twisted an ankle so break an arm llan
Dester Fong: Poop: An interesting construction of a seemingly outdated piece of legislation
Principalpoop: not usual stones
HoneySanchez: how could you not notice poop
H. Stones: i must be slipping Honey
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Yeah, sports tape and a big sneaker for Ms Bambi
Bob D Caterino: Poops on
Dester Fong: Slipping Honey what?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Sounds very painful
Principalpoop: watch out for your clavicle again
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: But, it's a well-tuned clavicle
Bob D Caterino: She has a big sneaker? Send her to the big sneaker marathon
Principalpoop: is adidas ahh-DEE-dahs or ahh-dee-DAHS?
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Adidos flat foots - they're all the rage in Austin
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
H. Stones: its Hagen Daas, Poop
Dester Fong: dah=dee=dee=dee=dee=
Principalpoop: la dee dah
Bob D Caterino: pet smart or pets mart
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Ben and Juries?
Principalpoop: bethovens movement
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
H. Stones: not guilty Tween
Elayne: Time for me to get back to blog reading, then to bed. Next week, all!
Bob D Caterino: The Magic Bowl Movment in C minis
||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 10:17 PM train to Elmertown.
Merlyn: nite E
Principalpoop: ciao E
HoneySanchez: bye, E
H. Stones: nite Elayne
Bob D Caterino: Nite E
ah,clem: g/n E!
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: J'accuse!!
Dester Fong: Read on, reader and Nighty night Elayne
H. Stones: i was no where near the place Tween
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol
Dester Fong: I've never even heard of the place Tween
Principalpoop: i thought I saw you, ahh no nevermind
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: The guitar player with the statute?
Bob D Caterino: Jaccuse Toe
Dester Fong: I suppose it's equidistant from two other places
Principalpoop: grandmamas' toe
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Lick a toe
H. Stones: caareful with those long words Fong, you'll get a headache
Bob D Caterino: In Iraq its Camel, oh never mind
Dester Fong sings Ol'e black Toe in a deep basso profundo
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Grand, grand the gang's all here...
Bob D Caterino: Froggy and his Magic Toe
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the yaws
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Any kind of whether, if we're all too gather...
Principalpoop: roll out the barrel
Dester Fong: Pick your magic toe, Froggy!
Principalpoop: they had a lots of yaws
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Let's do it hurricaine style...
Bob D Caterino: Hia Hia
Dester Fong: Catherwood, ask tweeny what's yaws
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dester Fong
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: lol Bob
Bob D Caterino: http://www.amazon.com/Last-Serial-Killer-aware-afraid/dp/1438203403/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207880144&sr=1-1
Bob D Caterino: Just call me long O link
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: You want Longitude, Dex
Principalpoop: biggest long shot louie at hialiea
Dester Fong: I once did it hurricaine style with Cyclone Sue
H. Stones: size is not important, Bob
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: Serial killer? martin Mull?
Bob D Caterino: lol Poop
IndustrialStrengthTweeny: brb
Dester Fong: ok
Bob D Caterino: i am heading back to comedy, serious books are too hard for me
Merlyn: sax and violins?
Dester Fong hums to himself and taps foot on floor, 8 to the bar
Principalpoop: who killed snap? pop and crackle are under suspicion
überRegenbogen: on the earlier subject of silly tubage : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWS8p5ViFSA
Bob D Caterino: Stones, thats what they all say
ah,clem: this is too serious for Bob? lol
Principalpoop: get it? cereal killer? serial killer? ahh you if have to explain...
Dester Fong: Poop: Pop and Crackle are presently being milkboarded by our ever vigilant Suits
H. Stones: so they will be serialised will they, Fong ?
Bob D Caterino: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PU-NoTH_5yA
Principalpoop: i saw that before, except it was a woman sword swallower, kinda sorta
Dester Fong: Stones, we';ll just have to wait until next week
Dester Fong: Unless you have your secret de-coder ring
Bob D Caterino: That guy swallowed that whole
H. Stones: not good enough Fong, this is the era of Chat on Demand
Dester Fong: C.O.D. I get it
H. Stones: well make sure you pay for it in that case
Dester Fong: Everything's upfront..including the money
Principalpoop: cash on the barrel head
Dester Fong: My servants are in those barrel heads
HoneySanchez: cash on demand
Bob D Caterino: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uVwS58pOVg&feature=related
Dester Fong: Or they're giving h...
Principalpoop: no it was the marx brothers, on the luxury liner
Bob D Caterino: my son of forteen wakes me up to tape this crap
Dester Fong: with a lead pipe
Dester Fong: Hope you'
Bob D Caterino: Fong, you can knock me over with a feather
Dester Fong: Hope you're not taping this chat..haven't signed a release...you could be fined for this
Merlyn: Harpo ain't talkin; to the cops, though
H. Stones: i tape everything i can Fong
Dester Fong: Glad, I am, relieved, a bit
Merlyn: Harpo looked in the mirror and saw Oprah
Bob D Caterino: Not at all, I am wide awake now
Dester Fong: He saw he'd put on a lotta weight
Bob D Caterino: I am larger then life, larger then everyone
Merlyn: nah, Harpo weighed a ton, carrying all that silverware
Principalpoop: and the fish
H. Stones: thats big of you Bob
Dester Fong: Merl: Hadn't considered that..but then Oprah has a lotta nips and tucks in her
Bob D Caterino: It is, all the meds are doing me in
Principalpoop: a cure for the shuffles
Dester Fong: Is it me, or has Uber been prominant for a long time without talking,and....his name starts with U )umlaut) intended.and should be further back alphabetically
Bob D Caterino: Opey Windbag, Got article pulled from MSNBC for calling her that
Principalpoop: are you confused by the umlaut catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Principalpoop and inquires "Would you like something?"
überRegenbogen: hmmm
Bob D Caterino: regenbogen's Here's
Dester Fong now notices Uber made a b-line for the end of the list
überRegenbogen: i don't think it cares how much we talk, just how recently
Principalpoop: her? isn't that ron howards nickname?
Bob D Caterino: Hero's
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:33 PM and Ben Bland steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dester Fong: Uber: Catherwood also grades on neatness, typing, and proper tense usage
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dester Fong and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Bob D Caterino: If Oprah sings is it all over?
überRegenbogen: yet i'm still at the front. odd. [shrug]
Principalpoop: hey BB
Bob D Caterino: Ben Bland, how the all day matenee
Merlyn: depends on her height, bob
Dester Fong: That's faster than anybody's ever been at the fron *and* the back of the list
Bob D Caterino: spel cheque off
Principalpoop: i am bringing up merlyn's rear, say when M...
H. Stones: all day and all night Bob
Dester Fong: Checkov!!
Principalpoop: Sulu!
Bob D Caterino: you spelled it, you win a prise
Dester Fong: Zulu?!!
Principalpoop: Oh her ahh
Ben Bland: How is Merlyn's rear, Poop? Oh dear
Bob D Caterino: Kirk told Sulu to beam him a board
Bob D Caterino: a 2 x 4 fell from the sky and hit him on the head
Dester Fong: My servants are sleeping on that board!!
Principalpoop: it smells and is large, oops asking about his nose or rear?
Bob D Caterino: Nope Fong I won
Dester Fong: Bab: This is not a *contest* =)
Ben Bland: I'm supposed to do a TV spot for a product called a Clue Bong. Whatever that is
Bob D Caterino: You alked me is I lose, zulu's
Principalpoop: She is a vietnamese singer, hanoi hip-hop
HoneySanchez: a good idea is to find out what the product is it sounds illegal
Dester Fong: Mrs. Crimson killed the game maker in the drugstore with a Clue Bong
HoneySanchez: hola, ben
HoneySanchez: lol fong
Ben Bland: I've seen them in Baja. Never had the slightest idea what they were for
Bob D Caterino: http://www.youtube.com/bdicat
Principalpoop: baja, hehe
Dester Fong: Smoke the bong, you end up without a clue
Ben Bland: The Clue-By-Four... What's that about?
Principalpoop: take a wiff on me
Dester Fong: Duuuude!! Where'd this tattoo come forom
Dester Fong: That's not a tattoo, thats a stigmatoid
HoneySanchez: what's my tatoo say?
Principalpoop: the tv is broken man, it has been doing that all day
HoneySanchez: sweet
Dester Fong: Honey: Free Mars
Dester Fong: Must be some sorta candy ad
Dester Fong: And I can see why!!
Principalpoop: all packages delivered in ahhh nooo
Principalpoop: bad poop bad
Dester Fong: he said package he he hehe
Principalpoop: hehe yes, wrong chat
Ben Bland: Poop's got you covered
Dester Fong: Eeewww!
HoneySanchez reads.....do not remove tag under penalty of law
ah,clem: aww crap
Dester Fong: If you remove tag, you are "it"
Principalpoop: ahh soft as a pillow, or is that a mattress? oops bad poop bad
Dester Fong: he said bad poop hehe hehe
überRegenbogen: do not remove law under tag of penalty
Principalpoop: hehe
Principalpoop: spank me honey, oops wrong chat again
H. Stones: look out, poop is becoming rampant again
HoneySanchez: i'll take you waterboarding, PP
Dester Fong wacks poop with an industrialstrength clue by four hoping to get him re-synchronized
Principalpoop: Law: do not tag under penalty of removal
Dester Fong: Remove this penalty law or tag it
Ben Bland: Principal, you're one of those furies? In Second Life you act like a dog?
Principalpoop: ahh you like oops, reality versus fantasy, this is reality poop
Principalpoop: never been in there, saw of the galleries once, folks with way way too much time on their hands
überRegenbogen: tag not the law of the removal penalty
Ben Bland: I've had to do some research while making the move from afternoon television to cyberspace
Dester Fong: nor neither freeze it, not let it take baby steps]
Dester Fong: and what did you discover Ben?
H. Stones: the only dthing worse than watching afternoon TV is appearing on it !
Principalpoop: can I take 3 giant dutch uncle steps mother may I?
Dester Fong: The only thing worse than appearing on afternoon television is writing and producing it
Merlyn: hey people, see you next week
Principalpoop: thanks, have a super week M
Dester Fong: You bet, Merl
Dester Fong: afkfr
Ben Bland: Cyberspace is as exciting as afternoon television
HoneySanchez: see my font next week, merlyn
HoneySanchez waves byeeee
Principalpoop: more so, less detergent commercials
Ben Bland: Some damn kid on a bicycle keeps taunting me
Principalpoop: that damn kid is bill gates
Ben Bland: Where's the Security Guard?
||||||||| At 10:49 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Ben Bland: Nite
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bob D Caterino - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: rocky got M!
HoneySanchez: there is an epidemic of yaws tonight
Ben Bland: The Security Guard is in Iraq?
Principalpoop: yes honey
H. Stones: yes i have been yawing for some time
Principalpoop: rather, stones
Ben Bland: How am I supposed to do this without a Security Guard?
überRegenbogen: but no pitching
Principalpoop: attack the kid, the guard will show up
HoneySanchez: catherwood please make me a strong antibiotic cocktail
||||||||| Catherwood gives HoneySanchez a strong antibiotic cocktail.
Dester Fong: Buck up Ben...show some courage man!
H. Stones: i know only bowling Regenbogen
Ben Bland: Honey Sanchez, I presented one of your movies, I think
Principalpoop: cereal bowls?
überRegenbogen rolls
Dester Fong: Stones would that be the Lawn Bolings or the Lane Bowlings
HoneySanchez: nice, ben i was hell on wheels i suppose
Dester Fong: Honey sanchez, the original Hot-rod angel
HoneySanchez: hot tamale on skates i believe
Dester Fong: Honey!! You remember...My favorite!!
Principalpoop: i have a brand new key, oops kinda old, and bent ,and rusted, nevermind
HoneySanchez: lol poop
Dester Fong: Poop: I was mulling that reference but couldn't think of a good usage
Ben Bland: Maybe it was Tony Sanchez
Principalpoop: i went for the truth fong, always works
Dester Fong: Maybe it was tony Alamo
HoneySanchez: couldda ben
ah,clem: "limp, shriveled, and a little to the left"
Principalpoop: noo, that is my hair ahh, clem
Dester Fong: Stage directions, Clem??
überRegenbogen me avoids thinking about another sanchez, which he was perfectly happy not knowing about
Principalpoop: ops only a little left
ah,clem: lol
Ben Bland tries to remember what he was going to say about senior citizens and U.S. politics
Principalpoop: i have known 2 brians
ah,clem: jim carey's responce to "how's it hanging?"
Dester Fong thinks it won't be particularly hopeful
Ben Bland: Anyway, don't forget to vote.
Principalpoop: lool ah clem
überRegenbogen: i'm known a few (not including myself, whom i don't know)
überRegenbogen: i've
HoneySanchez: so you present the afternoon movie somewhere in southern california ben?
Ben Bland remembers the lyrics to a song. "I know, but I don't know"
ah,clem: would that be in the biblical sense, Uber?
HoneySanchez remembers "where the action is"
Principalpoop: ahh good, tell me honey, i have forgotten
Dester Fong: Honey!! You remember...again!!
Principalpoop: do you know the way to san jose too?
H. Stones: (makes a note of where the action is and walks in opposite direction)
überRegenbogen: i have no biblical sense
Ben Bland: No, I don't present the movie anymore. I'm making a move to cyberspace
HoneySanchez: hehehe stones
ah,clem: know thyself
Dester Fong: Those cool desert nights..those hot tamales
Principalpoop: hulabaloo or the other one
Dester Fong: Hee Haw?
HoneySanchez: paul revere & the raiders in front of ulysses s grant high school
Principalpoop: nooo
Ben Bland: Making the move?
HoneySanchez: ahhhhhhh those were the daze
Ben Bland: A move, not a movie
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dester Fong: They're mving the movie...again?
Ben Bland: No more movies
Dester Fong: No mas FILMICOS
Ben Bland: mv... Unix?
Principalpoop: ahh just photos now? wink wink
Dester Fong: no? You?
Principalpoop: ahh, yes, I saw the BBC show about blondie, that was fun
Ben Bland: They wouldn't allow me to appear on television unless I was... um, fixed
Dester Fong: and Dagwood?
Principalpoop: one way or another fong
Ben Bland: That's when I became interested in UNIX
Principalpoop: be virtually fixed
Dester Fong wonders if Dagwood and Catherwood are related
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dester Fong
Ben Bland: Sorry, didn't mean to raise my voice. This is still emotional for me
Principalpoop whispers and points at the shouting ben
Dester Fong: Ben has been rectified
Ben Bland: In cyberspace they don't know if you've been neutered. Right, Poop?
Principalpoop: spill your guts, you can let it all hang out here ben, and you too honey hehe
Dester Fong didn't know poop had been in cyberspace
Dester Fong: he said honey hehe....hehe
Principalpoop: i was neutered years ago, she still has them on a wall in miami as far as I know
Ben Bland: Poop is all over cyberspace
Dester Fong: Poop: Is that the Cojone Museo Nationale? I've been there...you look okay...limp, shriveled, a little to the left of the entrance
überRegenbogen: space poop
Principalpoop: you have good eyes fong, for somebody older than dirt
Ben Bland: Right next to Hitler's other ball
Ben Bland: They found it in Russia, I think
Dester Fong: Ben: I think you meant Goerring
Dester Fong: Hitler, he had none at all
H. Stones: well its late here folks so i better call it quits for now
Principalpoop: you'd be goerring a lot too if you had 3 balls
Ben Bland: Wait a minute. I retract that
H. Stones: have a goo week y'all
Dester Fong: Never quit Strones
Principalpoop: cheerio old chap
HoneySanchez: i shall never quit stones!
Ben Bland: The rumor about Hitler's other ball has been retracted. I apologize
H. Stones: see you all again next week
Principalpoop: i won't quit him either
Dester Fong views painting entitled, Nut, un-descending"
Principalpoop: gonna getcha getcha getcha
H. Stones: Stones walks off into the sunset with Honey
H. Stones: cue credits
Dester Fong: Don't forget your sunblock Stones and Honey
Principalpoop: say, ouch my nose stones...
ah,clem: lol
Ben Bland: Nuts. They left by the front door in Baja
ah,clem: /n stones and honey
H. Stones: you keep my nose out of this, Poop
HoneySanchez: byeeeeee
Ben Bland: They're left
Principalpoop: the sunset is the other way, you are heading to japan
ah,clem: g n
Dester Fong: They make a beautiful sillouhetted couple don
Dester Fong: they
HoneySanchez waves adieu till next week
H. Stones: thanks once again Clem, tell Bambi to get well soon
Principalpoop: ciao honey
Ben Bland: Nite
überRegenbogen: Stones and Honey sounds like an album title
H. Stones: stop waving that adieu Honey, your spilling it
HoneySanchez: oops
Ben Bland: My cajones must have had bad karma in a previous lifetime
Principalpoop: parting is such sweet chicken beek, though we wait until next week
Dester Fong prefers Morning adiues
H. Stones: actually Uber, its Honey and Hemlock
Ben Bland: cojones
Dester Fong: or Stones and Sanchez
Principalpoop: as in honey and hemlock do huntington park
überRegenbogen: eating honey, stoned
H. Stones: no, fong thats a firm of accountants in Cleveland
ah,clem: Honey and hemlock, what a way to go....
H. Stones: and thats just the way we are going clem
Principalpoop: beek, deek, feek, geek parting is like a sweet geek
Dester Fong: Stones" Which is a frim accountant?
Principalpoop: heek, jeek, keek, leek
HoneySanchez: meet you by the old oak tree..............
||||||||| HoneySanchez is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:14 PM.
Dester Fong: Honey!! YOu remembered again!!!
Principalpoop: ahh parting is such a sweet leak, though we shall meet again next week
Ben Bland recollects the swami who told him that karma means "been there, done that."
Ben Bland: Or is it Ben there?
Principalpoop: it is unlucky to be superstious
Ben Bland: No, I'm here. Doing this.
H. Stones: it actuallly means, been there, done thatl now heres the bill
Principalpoop: benway
Ben Bland: Not that.
ah,clem: been there, done that, and now you pay
H. Stones: TTFN
Dester Fong: Here a Ben there a Ben e'en in cyberspace there be a Ben
überRegenbogen: been here before?
||||||||| At 11:16 PM, H. Stones scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dester Fong: Yes Uber: BTW what's my sign
Ben Bland: Maybe the swami meant that Ben was there doing that before he was here doing this?
Principalpoop: CSNY said something about that
Ben Bland never did get Eastern religion
Principalpoop: eastern religion is not market oriented
Dester Fong: lol poop
Ben Bland recollects the waitress who told him that good karma is leaving a big tip
ah,clem: lol PP
überRegenbogen blinks, and answers "Neon"
Dester Fong: Good karma is finding a waitress with big tips
Principalpoop: my brother had a karma ghia
Dester Fong: I said tips he he
Ben Bland remembers a song called Blue Money by Van Morrison... And wonders why
Principalpoop: everybody knows that song
Dester Fong: Ben: Perhaps you've still got your Ipod on
Principalpoop: but only the chorus
ah,clem: catchy tune, few know all the words
überRegenbogen: always be in harmony with your floorpan
Principalpoop: i know all the word, to brown eyed girl
Dester Fong: I know all the words: aardvark to zzizz
Principalpoop: you can take, all the tea in china
Principalpoop: then something something
Dester Fong: and send it to tibet
Dester Fong: big deal
Ben Bland: The song about "one Mormon dance with you, my love" never made much sense to me
Dester Fong: It's "One Moron Dance With you"
ah,clem: lol
Principalpoop: cat stevens?
Ben Bland wonders if it's still illegal to dance in the streets on Sunday
Dester Fong: Three Dog Night
Principalpoop: oops he has a new name, like lew alcinder
ah,clem: un more mune dance
Principalpoop: i could have danced all night
||||||||| Ben Bland leaves at 11:22 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..."
Dester Fong: Mune? Mune? Are you looney, clem?
überRegenbogen: Three Nog Delight
Principalpoop: oops ben
Dester Fong: Paso double Ben
überRegenbogen: /me turns on a fan
überRegenbogen: [oops, wrong medium]
Principalpoop: tree frog night
Dester Fong: Guard! Arrest uber and that fan
ah,clem: do that with a :
Dester Fong: Tree Frog Night by the Peepers
Principalpoop: how is you colon?
überRegenbogen knows, but slipped
ah,clem demonstrates
Principalpoop: your
Principalpoop: a full colon hehe
überRegenbogen :
Dester Fong: he said he he hehe
Principalpoop shakes his head in wonderment
überRegenbogen: .... .. .... ..
Dester Fong: Shake you booty just to show you hae some poop
Principalpoop shakes his booty
Dester Fong shakes his head in wonderment
Principalpoop: is that word?
überRegenbogen wanders shakily
Dester Fong: Word to yo mamma
Principalpoop: it seemed like one, now I am not sure
Principalpoop: by george, I tink 'es got it
ah,clem .... . .... .
Dester Fong: e' 'as it
Principalpoop: give me some bogart
Dester Fong: I'm bogarting that Bogart pilgrim
Principalpoop: smile when bogart that bogart pligrim
Principalpoop: you
Principalpoop sways like john wayne
Dester Fong: me? i'm just bogartin' through, Piillgrim
überRegenbogen: don't bogart that pilgrim
Principalpoop waynes like john swazy
überRegenbogen: hand me the mayflower
Dester Fong: While we're in the movie mode, is anyone waiting for the Jetli-Jackie Chan sword and Sorcery chinese movie?
Principalpoop: classic chinese images, looks cool
überRegenbogen wanes whilst swaying on the john
Dester Fong: Crouching Crane; Drunken Monkey
Principalpoop: ahh you have a wide stance too hehe
Principalpoop: there is a senator with your name on him
Dester Fong: That'sd right Pilgrim, reach under this divider Sheriff
Principalpoop: long hair, fingernails, superheros based on big body parts hehe
Dester Fong: Feel this 44 Long
Principalpoop: sleeve jobs
Dester Fong: with the trigger filed off
Principalpoop: ho ho ho ho
überRegenbogen: sieve blobs
Principalpoop: radio clem he said?
Dester Fong: The blob thats strains to please you
Dester Fong: radio Clem????
Principalpoop: after rick shakespheare
überRegenbogen always stays for the credits
Principalpoop: yes, it lets the traffic clear out
Dester Fong: Me too Uber; but you always have to stand because of the other people leaving
||||||||| "11:36 PM? 11:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ray D. Eoanowwow should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ray D. Eoanowwow enters and sits on the couch.
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Principalpoop: hello ray D. eaonowoow
überRegenbogen: it's worth it, to see the credit for worst boy
Principalpoop: i have been spammed
Dester Fong: Umm dpes this constitute "spam"
Ray D. Eoanowwow: Good morning if you are east of nantucket
Principalpoop: move it along
Principalpoop: up
Principalpoop: up you go
Principalpoop: scoot
Principalpoop: scoot
Principalpoop: toad away
Dester Fong: If Merlyn were here he'd toss this rascal out, forthwith
Principalpoop: oops was cut off
Dester Fong: afk fr while the time is right
Ray D. Eoanowwow: I have been slimed. Did you see the Nick Kid's Choice Awards this year. Almost EVERYBODY GOT SLIMED even Indiana Jones.
||||||||| "11:38 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Ray D. Eoanowwow: Found the radio gadget as part of what you can do with an I Google page (pronounced eye google)
||||||||| "Hey ah,clem!" ... ah,clem turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Ray D. Eoanowwow: You click the arrow below the thing to change channel settings.
überRegenbogen: ah, the joy of whitelist-controlled script permissions :D
Dester Fong: Or as Uber put it..Fuck off Ray
Ray D. Eoanowwow: Of course you'll have to be on the log page not the input here or it will sound funny, but that's what comedy is all about. Rather than Psycho Hypnosis, which was back at Nitwits' Comedy Club in Sioux Falls. But I didn't go to it it it click meow slurp, And on and on too.
Dester Fong: Night all
Ray D. Eoanowwow: Dexter you're Dester, not Duster? Nighty night.
Ray D. Eoanowwow: Phobs, the squashed football shaped moon of Mars has been photographed again close up. I don't believe that dirt ball is a moon of Mars. Why do they claim it is. Moons are really cool places, not oblong dumbells.
||||||||| "11:46 PM? I'm late!" exclaims überRegenbogen, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Ray D. Eoanowwow: That's Phobos, dummy. One Mizz Schpelling and I'm history. Meanwhile April 10th has brought th upper midwest a late BLIZZARD out there. Good bye global warming. Al Begorrah is toast as far as his theorumnetix are concerned. Say hello to the Pope for me. TTFN LOL funny bunz.
||||||||| At 11:48 PM, Ray D. Eoanowwow 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:
||||||||| Dester Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
überRegenbogen
ah,clem
Bambi
Ben Bland
Bob D Caterino
Dester Fong
DEXTER FONG
Donk
DrHackenTween
Elayne
Firebroiled
H. Stones
HoneySanchez
IndustrialStrengthTweeny
llanwydd
Merlyn
mrmuckle
Mudhead
Principalpoop
Ray D. Eoanowwow
SuperTweeny URL References:
http://blip.tv/file/654340
http://www.airamerica.com/lionel
http://www.amazon.com/Junk-Trunk-Short-stories-poems/dp/1438203470/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207879966&sr=8-1
http://www.amazon.com/Last-Serial-Killer-aware-afraid/dp/1438203403/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1207880144&sr=1-1
http://www.electricartists.com/cannabiscup/stoner.html
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/updates/00282.html
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/updates/00283.html
http://www.labpixies.com/gadget_page.php?ID=23
www.yourcompany-LabPixies.com
http://www.youtube.com/bdicat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uVwS58pOVg&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PU-NoTH_5yA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWS8p5ViFSA

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"