Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
06/26/2008

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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 June 26, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:01 AM and late as usual, it's Firebroiled, just back from Hellmouth."
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!
Howdy, everybody! Ah’m the Whisperin’ Squash . . .

And I’m the Lonesome Beet . . .

And I’m Artie Choke!

And we’re just a joke . . .

And don’t be afraid, Little People, ‘cause we’re just Holy-grams!
Firebroiled: Well, . . . . maybe everybody except Dexter Fong . .. ?
||||||||| Firebroiled departs at 8:03 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'überRegenbogen', just granted probation at 6:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
überRegenbogen: my, what bigtext you have!

||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 6:59 PM, dragging : by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 7:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| : - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood fades his voice out like this and cues the organist...
überRegenbogen sits here in the waiting room
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies inside, makes a note of the time (7:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.

||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| ah,clem bounds in at 8:28 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
ah,clem: wait here in the sitting room
ah,clem: bbiab
||||||||| Around 8:30 PM, ah,clem walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| 9:00 PM: ah,clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 26, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts cease in through the front door at 9:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: red shift!
cease: i know the author
ah,clem :)
cease: on nbc news, news about martian soil composition. synchronicity or what
ah,clem ;)
||||||||| llanwydd sneaks in around 9:15 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: evening folks
ah,clem: hi LL
llanwydd: both of you
cease: hi ll
llanwydd: I've always wanted to know about martian soil composition
llanwydd: I think I heard one once
cease: this is the first time you're heard red shift?
cease: 2nd?
llanwydd: no, like I say, I am unable to listen to cni
llanwydd: maybe someday
ah,clem: web tv, right, LL?
llanwydd: that's right
llanwydd: actually msntv2, the so-called upgrade to webtv
ah,clem: slow night so far...
llanwydd: I think it was our own Hemlock Stones who said "msn upgrade is an oxymoron"
llanwydd: very true
ah,clem: yup
cease: i'm the only one who wants to listen to me
cease: i'm reading shultz bio. i feel more and more like charlie brown
llanwydd: I'm sure Red Shift is a good play, Cat, but I have to say I was disappointed that the lines I recorded for it were not used
llanwydd: whatever happened?
cease: i was dissapointed too, llan. as i recall, doc tec, my producer, didnt think the audio would fit.
llanwydd: I see
cease: he can be more precise the next time i inquire.
cease: i know how much you wanted to do it and i rely upon the enthusiasm of strangers, to paraphrase a real playwrite
llanwydd: I did like neal amid, though. and thanks for sending me a copy
cease: it might have been the level at which is was recorded, or something technical like that. doc has been so saturated with new gig i can barely get in touch with him, but at least lili is trending upward again
llanwydd: that's good to hear
cease: yes neal is my fave. it's the 3rd story i wrote about neal cassady, inspried by the kerouac audio tale "neal and the 3 stooges" which is one of the best pieces of audio i've ever heard
llanwydd: the acting is very good too
cease: this is too talky, particularly too much talking by me. i find my voice tiring
cease: you have a fine voice and a real passion for acting, ll.
llanwydd: I made an audio play several years ago with some of the best actors in vermont
cease: my least talent is directing/producing. doc has that talent, not i
llanwydd: I actually had it broadcast on a vermont radio station
cease: bernie sanders? thom hartmann?
cease: ben and gerry?
llanwydd: bernie sanders is character for sure
llanwydd: actually the play I directed was an adaptation of an old victorian ghost story
cease: where is everyone tonight? is it a us holiday?
llanwydd: I wrote about a third of it but it was mainly an adaptation
cease: the old victorians were into ghosts
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
llanwydd: that's a good question. you would think the place would be crowded by now
llanwydd: howdy dex
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
cease: and speasking of ghosts
Bunnyboy: George Carlin RIP
Dexter Fong: Sheesh!!! My cable company stopped there newgroups
llanwydd: hi bb
cease: bun man
cease: indeed bun
Bunnyboy: Well, now that olde George is gone, the FST can FINALLY win a Grammy!
Dexter Fong: and I had to find a bookmark for chat which I always used from the alt fst newgroup
cease: the universe is less funny
Bunnyboy: Sorry. Couldn't resist.
cease: more indeed, bun
llanwydd: well, you have to admit, george was not nearly as funny in his later years
llanwydd: I always thought his first album was his best
cease: true, llan
cease: after his wife died. when i saw him a few years ago here in van, it was mostly anger
Bunnyboy: llan: I will admit nothing of the sort. He was brilliant to the end.
cease: i told a friend upon hearing of his death, we've lost the tom paine of our era
llanwydd: a lot of people think that was FM/AM but his first album was actually called Take Offs and Put Ons
Bunnyboy: Yes, George was a Paine...
cease: brillaint yes, bun.
Bunnyboy: And a treat to meet on the streets of this fair city...
cease: i must buy a box set of all his albums
Bunnyboy: Yup, TO & PO, with the short hair and clean-shaven face.
cease: you know d. ossman is the same age as carlin
ah,clem: a hot water heater? what the hell for?
cease: we have a houseguest, 70 something, who looks like my younger brother.
llanwydd: he also released an album with Jack Burns before that but TOaPO was his first solo
Bunnyboy: Suddenly, that complete (save his most recent special) box set of Carlin HBO specials doesn't seem such an extravagance, after all...
ah,clem: get on the plane... hell no, let evil knivel get ON the plane, I'm getting IN the plane...
Bunnyboy: Right, Burns was his first comedy partner.
ah,clem: a non stop flight?
Bunnyboy: Now, they have to release Season 1 of FRIDAYS, and get Jack Burns, Larry David, Michael Richards, Maryedith Burrell et. al. to do new interviews...
llanwydd: I never heard burns with carlin but I remember burns from various other projects
||||||||| Catherwood leads Tor Hershman inside, makes a note of the time (9:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: Hi Tor
Dexter Fong: Hey Tor
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Clem, Bunny, Cease, Dex, Ll, and Uber
Bunnyboy: lo Tor
cease: tor and more
cease: a 5 year plan
cease: thats dino behind the curtain
llanwydd: I don't remember dino behind the curtain
llanwydd: I remember a wino in the bar
Tor Hershman: Dust and water vapor
Tor Hershman: Coo coo cachoo or is it goo goo galoob???
cease: my defacto son in law dino, who played the character of the hindu hustler in the scene just completed on the play on cni you cant hear
llanwydd: and you sir are a walrus
Tor Hershman: Mount Stooge Rock
cease: can i create a world, one of my fave quotres from crying of lot 49
llanwydd: I love to be in your next recording, cat
llanwydd: if you have any ideas, let me know and I'll record them ahead of time
cease: well llan, i must get back to my sf earthquake play and i guarantee you a starring role
llanwydd: COOL
llanwydd: I'll play mayor daly or hubert humphrey
llanwydd: or even enrico caruso
cease: i'm going to chicago in a few weeks and may be inspired to write something new. a city steeped in history
Tor Hershman: I thought I might make a good Clay in the remake of "Plan 9 from Outer Space" (Having died been reanimated several times + I know the lines) but I've lost much weight
cease: i walked into the doge's palace in venice a few years ago and was stricken with an idea for a play
llanwydd: with don capone?
cease: but i'm sure you only lost the bad weight, tor
llanwydd: inspector clay is dead. murdered! and someone's responsible!
Tor Hershman: Cat-a-tonic weight, Cat
Tor Hershman: Sorry about that
Tor Hershman: LL, knows much
Bunnyboy: llan: Have you ever done/seen THE REAL INSPECTOR HOUND?
llanwydd: no I haven't bb. but I nearly auditioned for it
Bunnyboy: I wish I'd done more Stoppard in my board-treading days...
llanwydd: II ended up auditioning for Night Must Fall by Emlyn Williams but didnt get the part
llanwydd: would have been a good paying job too
Bunnyboy: I did play Birdboot in HOUND, back in college. One of the critics who becomes The Inspector.
llanwydd: I did a one-act tom stoppard teleplay back in 2K
Tor Hershman: InspecTOR More Ass - on PBBS
llanwydd: a stage version of a bbc teleplay called A Separate Peace
llanwydd: I played a doctor
Tor Hershman: DocTOR Who The Fuck
llanwydd: just took an ambien and boy does it feel good
cease: what is ambien?
llanwydd: a sleep aid
Tor Hershman: Ambien The Boy from Outer Space
ah,clem: look into the screen, you are getting sleepy...
cease: ah
llanwydd: it won't knock me out for a while
llanwydd: I sometimes use it to write
llanwydd: it makes my stream of conciousness a little more complex and flowing
llanwydd: some say elegant
Tor Hershman: The Amazon River of Conciousness
Dexter Fong: elegant
llanwydd: yeah, there's lots of elegants in the amazon
llanwydd: or some such thing
Dexter Fong: Those elegants whiz anywhere they want to
Tor Hershman: Yesterday I saw an elegant in moi's pajam&jellies-a
Dexter Fong: but you *can* train them
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: Season 1 of MAD MEN is out on disc on Tuesday. Highly recommended. Best TV show last year.
Tor Hershman: How he got in the toaster, I'll never know
cease: you reccomend it, bun?
cease: i started to watrdh an episode once but couldnt get into it
cease: didnt know enough about the story
Bunnyboy: And Season 2 starts at the end of next month. Hope they got all the eps in the can. C'mon, SAG!
||||||||| 10:01 PM: MutantTween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Tor Hershman: Never heard of it, Bun.
MutantTween: Evenin' folks
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Mu
cease: it's tween. reality is rescued
Dexter Fong: Hey Tween
Bunnyboy: cat: I've you start from Ep 1, you'll be hooked.
llanwydd: hey tween. missed you last week
Bunnyboy: All the different levels going on, it's tasty.
llanwydd: at least I knew you were alive because I got your mass emails
cease: ok bun will check it out
MutantTween: What is reality??
Tor Hershman: Strategically Dead Icon: Raygoon
Bunnyboy: Tor: Breakout hit series on, of all things, AMC.
cease: i'll zip the frist dvd
MutantTween: Slept right through the chat last week, LL
Bunnyboy: Winner of 2 Golden Globes, Best TV Drama, and Best TV Dramatic Actor.
cease: must have been chatty dreams then, tween
Tor Hershman: Mayhaps moi shall YouTube search it, later, Bun
ah,clem: hi Tween
llanwydd: I've done that
MutantTween: Yo clem
llanwydd: in the arms of orpheus or who was it
llanwydd: morphine...no not him
ah,clem: I slept through the 2nd half last week, and I was on the air, lol
llanwydd: is there a patron saint of cannabis?
MutantTween: Why, I'm napping right now!
Dexter Fong: Saint Reefus
cease: st.chong
ah,clem: tommy chong
Bunnyboy: Yes, St. Spliffy.
MutantTween: St. Marley?
llanwydd: LOL Dex
ah,clem: the chongs have it
Bunnyboy: NBC is broadcasting Ep 1, Season 1 of SNL this Saturday, as a Carlin tribute.
Tor Hershman: Saint Ain't Here, Dave
MutantTween: kewl (NBC)
Bunnyboy: Saint Ain't So, Joe.
llanwydd: how'd you know my name was dave?
MutantTween: Will have to remember that for after the CNI show
Bunnyboy: Say, what ever happened to Murray Head?
Tor Hershman: Name seven words that you can't say to George Carlin, now. Any 7 will do.
Tor Hershman: What ever happened to A. Whitney Brown?
llanwydd: or whitley strieber
MutantTween: What ever happened to SNL being funny?
llanwydd: there's a candidate for most dubious reporter of all time
ah,clem: S, P, C, F ,Cs, Mf, and tits.
ah,clem: and tits does not even belong on the list.
cease: snl and funny in same sentence, now that's a concept
MutantTween: Was at one time, cease
Tor Hershman: I heard the expression "Tit for tat" and asked moi's parents if I could change my name to Tat.
cease: i love the cartoons, smeigel? but the rest, rarely rates more than a smirk
Bunnyboy: Tits belong on EVERY list.
Bunnyboy: (sings) He's making a list, checking it twice...
MutantTween: Maybe I'm just turning into an old fogey and don't get the 'new' humor of the younger generation
ah,clem: sounds like a snack "tater titis"
llanwydd: and what did voi's parents say?
MutantTween: lol Tor
Tor Hershman: Hey, Smeigel should do a lesbian couple cartoon, they could meet the AGC.
ah,clem: bet ya can't eat just one...
Tor Hershman: Voi, stop that!
MutantTween: lol clem
überRegenbogen: the generation who thing that Rickrolling is entertainment
Tor Hershman: You'll grow hair in your hands, Voi.
llanwydd: the forecast for tonight: Dark
ah,clem: (I usually switch off....)
MutantTween: and then they'll hop away, Tor
llanwydd: continuing that way most of the evening, followed by widely scattered light towards morning
Bunnyboy: And 2 of the first 3 additional word after the 7 are in more or less constant broadcast.
Tor Hershman: Hop A Long Jack Cassidy, Mu
Bunnyboy: To whit, FART and TURD.
MutantTween: Carlin was a national treasure
cease: this is the first chat post carlin.
Bunnyboy: TWAT still doesn't fly, unless you're a silly British person.
Bunnyboy: And PISS is commonplace.
cease: carlin is a creator of the context the firesign flourished within
Tor Hershman: Moi "The Lion Farts Tonight" and "Chantin' The Name Of The Turd" will cover that, Bun
ah,clem: or own a plane, lol
MutantTween: Is that a new measurement of time, cease? Pre-C and post-C?
Bunnyboy: Smigel is producing a new version of the Match Game, for TBS.
MutantTween: Believe you're right about that, cease
Bunnyboy: Panelists will include Norm MacDonald, Sarah Silverman, and Bob Einstein.
cease: no, carlin enlarged the envelope. firesign, especaily bergman did too, and would like to continue
MutantTween: That could be good, Bun
Tor Hershman: Moi digs MacDonald and Officer Judy MUCH, don't know Ms. Silverman
cease: i think sarah might be better with smigel than with herself
MutantTween: Sara Silverman?
Bunnyboy: I'm sure there's at least one prat clucking about George's atheism, and the fact that he now gets to test it out...
MutantTween: Like her and MacDonald very much
cease: her Jesus is Magic was magical
Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: ;
Dexter Fong: tst
MutantTween: lol - will be more interested in Mr. Bush testing his Christianity when his time comes ;)
cease: ghosts got dex
Tor Hershman: A double order of Fong
cease: fong2
MutantTween: Would love to be a fly on the cloud for that little encounter with St. Peter
Bunnyboy: Silverman's segment in THE ARISTOCRATS was perhaps the most brilliant and disturbing one.
cease: the new einstein is now a peasent boy in china
MutantTween: Probably, cease
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Re Silverman..yes
cease: she goes for disturbing, bun, but so does southpark
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
MutantTween: hey P
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: grumble grumble
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Poop
llanwydd: hey princ!
cease: hi poop
MutantTween: Grubs again?
cease: hows the sphincter
Principalpoop: paisley
Tor Hershman: Allah Allah in free
Bunnyboy: The switch she flipped: Taking a story about 3rd parties (The Aristocrats), and including herself in their numbers.
MutantTween: lol Tor
Bunnyboy: hiya Poop
Principalpoop: hip hop
MutantTween: Ayatoldyaso
Tor Hershman: Thank you very munch, Mu
llanwydd: LOL tween
Tor Hershman: Good one, Mu
Principalpoop: mooo
MutantTween: That's from the NPR clip clem's playing, LL
cease: sarah is one of the best new comics i know. not as good as chappelle but he has better tv insticnts, and then walked away from them
MutantTween: Being a good American Consumer, P?
||||||||| Elayne enters at 10:21 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Principalpoop: bahhh
Elayne: Evenin' all.
Bunnyboy: hiya El!
Principalpoop: high E
llanwydd: well, it's been a long day and if I don't go to bed I'm going to fall asleep in front of the air conditioner
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, El
Dexter Fong: Elayne: How's the new job?
Bunnyboy: nite llan!
MutantTween: Hello Mz. E
cease: hey, its the worker of the week! hi el!
Principalpoop: best of luck llan
Tor Hershman: TTFN, LL
Dexter Fong: Night llan
MutantTween: Sounds like a good idea, LL
llanwydd: good night
Elayne: Exhausting, Dex. But I swing by your area every Wednesday around 5:45 or so to go pick up new comics, if you want to get together. Dunno what your late afternoons are like.
Elayne: Night, Llan!
Principalpoop: E stands for EmployEE
cease: by ll
Dexter Fong: E: Pretty much like my early ones
Elayne: Damn straight, PrinPoop! The job is wonderful, it's the commute that's exhausting. I'm not used to this after six months of enforced inactivity!
cease: is job as good as your blog says it is, el?
Principalpoop: fong
Elayne: So can you just leave for a half hour or something at 5:45, Dex?
cease: your happiness is our happiness, el
MutantTween: They policed your inactivity?
Dexter Fong: Sure
Elayne: It's better, Cat. I love my boss, my coworkers are super nice, the benefits are terrific... I just need to get used to the commute again. Which I will, in time.
Tor Hershman: Gad, El, you'd have never lasted to googoogaloolog
Elayne: 'Kay Dex, your work # is in my cell phone now, I'll give you a call on Wednesday to see if we should get together.
cease: i'm on clouds of happiness for you, el
Principalpoop: maybe you can pay bush to commute your commute
Dexter Fong: Fine Elayne
cease: i talked to doc over the weekend, good news about lili
Bunnyboy: Anybody stepping out to see WANTED this weekend?
Principalpoop: ahh good
Dexter Fong: Cat: Can you tell us the details?
cease: i should leave it to him to elucidate
Tor Hershman: Pay Bush - sounds like a Buy Sexual
Elayne: It's not inherently a bad commute, it just takes some getting used to. Remember, before the six months off, I was driving to work for 3-1/2 years, a 25-minute trip each way with no traffic. This is quite different.
Dexter Fong: OK
Elayne: Cat, I wasn't aware there was any less-than-good news about Lili which has now changed.
Principalpoop: i have had some commutes from hell, do tell
Elayne: I really need to get together with Doc and Lili now that I'm employed.
cease: no el, that was the good news.
Elayne: Ah, okay Cat. So why isn't Doc here? Or was he here earlier?
cease: yesm doc said she'd be looking for employment now. she's that healthy
Tor Hershman: I used to do 3 hours a day, by bus, when moi t'were way back west
Elayne: I'm really hankering to drive up to CT and meet them. Oh wow, that's great news indeed, Cat!
cease: no, we spoke on phone a few days ago. he said he was usualy too tired from work to come on line
Elayne: Sounds familiar, Cat. I'm about to turn in, m'self.
Elayne: Just stopped by to say hello, goodbye...
cease: i didnt speak to lili, but doc said she was healthy enough to work and looked forwarrd to doing so, so what could be better news,eh?
Elayne: ...and of course to raise a glass to late Firesign fan George Carlin...
Principalpoop: luxury, i did bus, subway, bus
cease: ok el, keep on having a great time
cease: yes indeed, el
Principalpoop: cheers E
MutantTween: Hello I must be going?
Principalpoop: congrats again
Tor Hershman: Yikes, Poop
Elayne: Bye all!
Bunnyboy: nite Elayne!
||||||||| Around 10:28 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: See you soon Elayne
Tor Hershman: TTFN, El
cease: sleep on wings of our affectiion
Bunnyboy: (sings) I'll do anything you say! In fact I'll even stay! But I must be...gooooooooooooing....
Principalpoop: is that my wing? check my tip please...
Principalpoop: don't leave in a huff, go in a minute and a huff
MutantTween: (P preens himself)
cease: that is one happy elayne.
cease: the mother of this chat
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i have a new ball preen hammer
MutantTween: Hail Freedonia. P
Principalpoop: swordfish
MutantTween: That's the password!
Tor Hershman: One morn, while wearing moi's giant parkka (sp?), moi t'were setting, alone, at a bus stop, takin' a big hit, WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN.....a copy of Watchtower is put in front of moi's bent down face.....a voice boomed "Do you want to read this?" Well, moi looked-up, blew the Northern Calie Buzz Bomb smoke in the dudes direction and said "Nope."
Principalpoop: penisula
MutantTween: (Horsefeathers, of course)
Principalpoop: sweet adeline
MutantTween: lol Tor
Tor Hershman: Oh, moi got a million Durantes, Mu
MutantTween: Bet he remembers that encounter ;)
Principalpoop: thank you mrs somethingbash
Principalpoop: calabash
Principalpoop: cannanisbash
cease: i remember eating swordfish at the tick tock restaurant on ventura blvd in the late 50s
MutantTween: I'll bet you'd like to have a nose like that full of nickles...
cease: one of my earliest food memories
Tor Hershman: A euphemism for being near death - Dancing with Durante - Carmen Miranda reference
Principalpoop: it was just tuna, you were looking at a stufffed swordfish on the wall over the table
MutantTween: Really like swordfish, but I hear it's high in mercury these days
Bunnyboy: It's the Big W, I tell ya!
Dexter Fong: Gotta eat sword fish when the weather is cold and the mercury is low
MutantTween: doubtless
cease: high on rye
Principalpoop: what was that rye fungus? wowzah
cease: first lunch in lisbon was swordfish, so good we couldnt belive it
cease: thsats a firesign rif, poop
cease: the whole town was high on rye
Dexter Fong: Ergot Brothers Real Rye FUNGUS
Principalpoop: smoke that rif
Tor Hershman: Pill ain't grim
Principalpoop: ahh ergot
Tor Hershman: Witch Miller's sing-a-long
Principalpoop: follow the psychedelic bouncing ball
MutantTween: Only one, P?
Principalpoop: just one but it does that waving fingers thing
Tor Hershman: Get some day-glo jock straps - a.k.a. glow ball positionign system
Principalpoop: ahh trails
Tor Hershman: happy trails to you
cease: trails yes, entrails no
cease: they predict sorrow
Principalpoop: what does that entail? hehe
MutantTween: There's a show I would have liked to see... Roy and Dale on acid
Principalpoop: i thought they were, have you seen them sing?
MutantTween: I think they'll hang you in TX for saying that ;)
Tor Hershman: Dale t'were quite liberated
MutantTween: lol P
Principalpoop: dale had an affair with chip
Principalpoop: chip and ernie and who was the other son?
Tor Hershman: Chip & Dale?
Dexter Fong: Elmo!
Principalpoop: oops uncle ernie
MutantTween: As long as it wasn't Trigger
Bunnyboy: Chip and Ernie and Bert, oh my!
Principalpoop: nieghhhhh
Tor Hershman: Fiddle around on the roof
ah,clem: hey horsey, have a nice sugar cube...
Principalpoop: chelloist on the roof
MutantTween: Would that be Bush doing his Nero impersonation on the roof of the WH, Tor?
Bunnyboy: I'll betcha Senator Craig was just humming the MY THREE SONS theme, and got carried away.
MutantTween: lol Bun
Principalpoop: ahh great defense bb
MutantTween: Must have been it
Bunnyboy: MY THREE SONS fans can look forward to a half-season set in September.
Tor Hershman: Less Than
Tor Hershman: Less
Principalpoop: where is fred macmurray when you need him
Tor Hershman: Less Than Zero Moss Willian Don't ask don't Tell
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bambi', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Bambi: howdy
Bunnyboy: Evening, ma'am.
MutantTween: good one, Tor
Principalpoop: hi dear bambi
Tor Hershman: Howyd do, Bam
cease: hi bambi
Dexter Fong: Howdy there Bambi
Principalpoop: clean up the act locker room boys
MutantTween: Esta Bambi! No desparo!!
Principalpoop: no more towell snapping
Bambi: hello dear friends!
Principalpoop: how are things in bambi county?
Bambi: LOL Tween, gracias!
Bunnyboy: brb. Dogs need a pit stop.
Bambi: been too busy to think about it LOL
Principalpoop: ahh good
MutantTween: Vista never sleeps
Principalpoop: that must upset mrs vista
cease: sleep, perchance to dream?
Tor Hershman: A tale told by all us of Earth
Principalpoop: nobody perchances anymore, that I know about
Principalpoop: we should though
MutantTween: Funny cartoon - http://www.uclick.com/feature/08/06/25/bs080625.gif
cease: shakespeare quote that ended a supurb episode of mash
MutantTween: and yet another - http://www.uclick.com/feature/08/06/26/tt080626.gif
MutantTween: Ah, Bach
cease: you sent me that, tween. very good stuff
MutantTween: If you're not on my cartoon mailing list and you would like to be, let me know
cease: radar indeed, tween. i'm reading bio of shlultz and the radar guy got his start as snoopy in the charlie brown play
Principalpoop: so did I
Bambi: lol
Principalpoop: i am sorry if that meant anything
Bambi: nope, just came out of the blue and sounded funny
Principalpoop: but seriously folks, i know you are out there, i can see your lips move while you read the chat
Principalpoop: that is me, out of the blue and sound funny
Dexter Fong: Poop: Don't work out of the blue
Principalpoop: off we go, into the yonder blue wild
MutantTween: And that's tough P, since I'm a mouth-breather to start with
Tor Hershman: "Robin Hood" (1955) was funded by the U. S. Commies, so says Wiki
Principalpoop: apnea mutantween
MutantTween: I'm off into the wild blue chinchilla myself
Bambi: better than a mouse breeder I bet
MutantTween: Everybody have a great week, and feel free to check out my web site at www.kurtericson.com
Principalpoop: ferret
cease: you too,m tween
MutantTween: And don't forget to support CNI Radio, without which, none of this would have been necessary... (http://www.cniradio.com/donations.htm)
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
Tor Hershman: TTFN, Mu
Bambi: you too Tween!
Principalpoop: did you move again? or ahh ok
||||||||| MutantTween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, MutantTween exits at 10:57 PM.
Tor Hershman: That would be July, 4th 1776?
Principalpoop: weasle
Dexter Fong: stoat
Bambi: unlike some "Robin Hoods" I can speak with an English accent
Tor Hershman: We Sale, indeed
Dexter Fong: Well ganstas, time to park the car
cease: you will return, dex?
||||||||| H. Stones steals in around 10:59 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: let's 'ere it
Bambi: Hey Stones
cease: hi stones
Principalpoop: stones can be the judge hehe
cease: keep on rolling
Dexter Fong: I will return cat, but it may take some time,,,I never know
Principalpoop: hi stones
H. Stones: Hi Guys
Principalpoop: hail rita fong
Tor Hershman: I do a dang fine Irish person, Bam, but not an Enlander
Dexter Fong: Hey STONES
||||||||| Honey tiptoes in around 11:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
H. Stones: sorry i am so late but been out wardriving with Honey
Dexter Fong: Hi Honey
Principalpoop: and honey too
Honey: Hola peeps
Principalpoop: " blushes
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Hon
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: what were you 2 doing?
Dexter Fong: Hope to see many of you when I return
Bambi: Kewl! She made it to the England, or are you in the US?
Tor Hershman: Moi tis gonna go, TTFN, all and stay on groovin' safari,
Honey: hurry back Dex
H. Stones: we were looking for shiny things to make more powerful antennas with
Principalpoop: ciao TH
H. Stones: see ya TH
Honey: adios Tor see you next time
Bambi: have a good one Tor
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "11:02 PM and late as usual, it's Ben Bland, just back from Elmertown."
Bambi: and yes, hurry back Dex :-)
Principalpoop: shiny things? hehe
Honey: hehe yep
Principalpoop: hello ben bland
Ben Bland: Did I miss the wake?
Honey: hiya BB
H. Stones: i savaed some shiny things for you Poop
Principalpoop: i like to polish the shiny parts hehe
H. Stones: Hi Ben, you only missed the part where the coffin fell over
Ben Bland: of course we're not allowed to drink on live television. FCC regulations
Principalpoop: part french stones?
cease: hi honey
Ben Bland: so this George Carlin guy was a Firesign Theatre fan?
cease: i hope you reek of health
Honey: heya Cat
cease: yes ben
H. Stones: and why not ?
Ben Bland: there's an interview in Firezine?
cease: i summon all bees to celebrate your health
Principalpoop: he loved words, how could he not?
cease: yes ben
Honey: i am doing ok, feeling healthy and happy i am using net stumbler
Ben Bland: was he interviewed before or after his death?
cease: true, poop
Principalpoop: ahh wonderful honey
cease: how are you honey
cease: hard to say, ben
Honey: just beeing here now cease ;)
cease: a healthy honey is the only option
H. Stones: even harder for George, cease
cease: my fellow sherman oaksian
Principalpoop: what are the 7 words again?
Ben Bland: cease, that he has done
cease: poop iisnt one of them
Principalpoop: drat
Bambi: Here ya go Stones and Honey: http://www.seattlewireless.net/moin.cgi/AntennaHowTo
Honey: i remember cruising van nuys blvd hanging out at June Ellen's with all the bikers, cease good times those days gas was cheap so was the fun
Principalpoop: those the days my friend...
Principalpoop: oops were
Bambi: check out the Build an Antenna Yourself section :-)
Honey: OK Bambi will do :)
H. Stones: thanks for that Bambi, we checked out the Cantenna
Principalpoop: does that involve aluminium foil?
Bambi: awesome! :-)
H. Stones: also found a way of boosting a normal wi fi antenna for five dollars
Bambi: there ya go!
Honey: aluminum foil is involved, Poop
H. Stones: our isp BT is turning the whole of the UK into wi fi
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: good, i like aluminum foil, tin foil is ugh
||||||||| 11:10 PM: Woody1 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
H. Stones: how many foil hats do you have now Poop ?
Honey: hi woody
Ben Bland: http://www.firezine.net/issue6/fz6_08.htm
Bunnyboy: Back to say bye. Me spouse is onna way.
Woody1: Evening Fireheads.
H. Stones: hi Woody
Bunnyboy: oh, hiya Woody. Bye!
Woody1: Hemlock, I believe. Hi there.
Bambi: have fun Bunny!
Woody1: See ya, Bunny
cease: hi woody
cease: by bun
H. Stones: bye bun
Honey: okie dokie Bun adios enjoy the rest of yer evenin'
Bambi: hey Woody
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny hi woody
||||||||| At 11:12 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bambi: uh, oh...Mrs. Bunny isn't gonna like this, Yogi
||||||||| Ben Bland says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Ben Bland exits at 11:13 PM.
cease: you feeling healthful, honey?
Woody1: Hi cease. Again. I can't stay long, but some of you might remember before, I mentioned my sick sister. Well, she died on Sunday. She was very faithful and fougt and excepted her situiation to the end. I just got back from out of town funeral and really spent. Don't mean to be a downer. I loved her alot.
Honey: yes i sure am, cat thanks for asking :)
Principalpoop: yourrrr right booboo
Woody1: Love her..she's still with me.
cease: hideous to hear that, woody
H. Stones: very sorry to hear about that Woody
cease: love is what we're here for, woody
H. Stones: as long as you carry her in your heart, she lives on, Woody
Woody1: Thank you so much.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Donk inside, makes a note of the time (11:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: ahhh woody, death is part of life, the big fucker...
cease: your love for her helped
H. Stones: Hi Donk
Bambi: so sorry to hear that Woody
cease: hi donk
Principalpoop: hi donk
Bambi: hey Don
Honey: hola DonK
Bambi: yes, memories are our way of keeping them alive
Donk: hey Ppoop, hey Bambi
Principalpoop: time helps, a little
Donk: and Hola to Honey
cease: my daughter lives in my memory
cease: sometimes she just appears and offers perspective. is suspect t his hapens to everyboyd
Principalpoop: reality is far stranger than dreamed of in our philosophies
cease: the fact she lives only in memory is almost impossible to bear
cease: outside of imposed fantasy
Woody1: Yeah. In your face full forced. I'm gonna leave you with a classic scene. Groucho's trying to convince the would be owner of the sanitarium in A Day at the Races, that he's an actual doctor, and he's not. He's a horse doctor. Very hilarious with the 3 Marx's. Please check out. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhJaIKrz6jo&NR=1
cease: einstein was amzed that the universe could be understond at all
H. Stones: Hey Woody, take this one with you please
H. Stones: http://www.love-poems.me.uk/rossetti_christina_remember.htm
cease: all our strength is with you, woody
Principalpoop: iahhh dr hackenbush
Woody1: Thanks so much. Didn't I just say that? Maybe on the other side of the record. I better check.
Principalpoop: the 5th element is a fun film too
Honey: Thanks Bambi for that wifi link I saved it to my favourites
Bambi: and as a very funny guy once said in a movie, "The Exorcist" gets funnier every time I see it...
Bambi: you are very welcome Honey
Donk: I heard FST on Sirius Today, on the eclectic channel Sirius Disorder, the deejay did a whole set on death and included 'Beat the Reaper"
Honey: The Exorcist might get funnier, but it sure put me off pea soup
Principalpoop: i used to drink at the bars near where they made that movie, a strange film to watch
Bambi: LOL
Bambi: wow, Don
Woody1: Very nice, Stones. Thank you.
Principalpoop: cool
cease: good to hear, donk
Woody1: The Exorcist is still great to me.
Woody1: Gnight guys.
Principalpoop: courage woody
cease: night wood
Woody1: and gals?
Principalpoop: and what have you hehe
cease: you are a very strong wood
Honey: nite Woody Peace to you
Donk: Night Woody
Bambi: be well Woody ... our thoughts are with you
Woody1: Words of wisdom, Poop. Thanks, Everyone.
H. Stones: on LA FM station KiiS, Rick Dees used to actually play Beat the Reaper, peeps had to phone in a guess what the disease was from a few symptoms
Bambi thinks that Dex REALLY had to park far away tonight!
H. Stones: i think hes parking in NJ
Honey thinks Dex found a spot in the Battery
Donk: Rick Dees one of those famous names in Radio, cool
Principalpoop: he could make money renting his car out at night....
Bambi: bet he'll get a charge out of that!
Principalpoop: either that or assulted
H. Stones: i thought he already did that Poop
Principalpoop: but to a driver, not a homeless sleeper
Honey: more like assaulted, poop hehe
H. Stones: yes, Donk, he was at the top of his game for sure
Principalpoop: oops yes
Principalpoop: i was thinking of something salted and got nowhere
||||||||| Catherwood pull the sheets up to cover everyone's night woody.
Honey puts salt on PrinceP's tail
Principalpoop: I am yours honey
cease: how are things in the uk, stones?
cease: i havent read a guardain weekly in weeks
Principalpoop: what are you going to do with me? hehe
cease: i thkn honey is taken
H. Stones: very depressingof course, cease
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody1 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: winnie the pooh took the honey
H. Stones: i thought you only put salt on a slugs tail
überRegenbogen: oh bother
Principalpoop: still part french stones?
cease: tories about to take power? wll they at last eject from bushland?
H. Stones: ah we
Bambi: hey über
Principalpoop: yah vowel huberegan
cease: all our best to woody
cease: me spell? not liekly
H. Stones: did you hear the one about the snail that was mugged by two tortoises
H. Stones: ?
überRegenbogen: hi Bambi
Principalpoop: no stones
Bambi: not sure anything good will come from laws that disallow parents from kissing their children.... That's so sad.
Honey: sure is Bambi... that is ridiculous
überRegenbogen: wha? that's ridiculous!
Principalpoop: not if you knew my parents haha
H. Stones: a passer by asked the snail what had happend and he said " i dont know for sure, it all happend so quickly!"
Honey: lol PP
Bambi: well it's apparently in the works to be made into law
Donk: most laws are
Honey: sheesh!!!!
Principalpoop: french kissing the kids is unnecessary but hardly illegal
Bambi: LOL and I thought they were only bills at that point (at least in the US)
Donk: i think kissing parents is ok as long as no tongue is involved
Bambi: lol
Honey: LOL
Donk: lol Poop, you beat me
Principalpoop: my isp is closer
H. Stones: if you saw some of the kids over here, you really wouldnt want to kiss them
H. Stones: kicking comes easier
Principalpoop: what about booboos? is there a kissing a booboo to make it better exception?
Honey: there should be, PP
Principalpoop: yes indeed
Principalpoop: works better than bandaids or antibiotics
Honey: i guess it would depend on where the booboo was though.........
Donk: i think Bambi must be reading the Onion again, and taking it serioously, this can't be possible
H. Stones: we prefer tranquilizer darts
cease: i dont read the onoin neary enough
Principalpoop: steady honey
Honey: LOL Stones
Principalpoop: hehe
überRegenbogen: they want to make hugging illegal too?
H. Stones: tipped with curare
Honey: most likely, uber
Donk: you can't beat your kids, now you can't show your kids affection
H. Stones: especially if they are not really your kids
Principalpoop: that was typo, it was supposed to be mugging, so they made it include, hugging, bugging, tugging, lugging, fugging, wugging and all that
H. Stones: Your under Arrest Mr Poop
Honey: I heard that 3 hugs a day help our immune system
Principalpoop: hugs? I have been eating bugs, ewwww
H. Stones: its best to have a strong immune system before you get that close to them
Donk: just make sure that hug isn't from your parents
Honey: lol true
cease: depends on who the hugs are from, honey
Principalpoop: incest is all relative
überRegenbogen: i reckon that some boohb out there thinks they knock you up, too
cease: exactly, donk
cease: hi uber
Principalpoop: ahh hug your sister, I saw that movie
Principalpoop: hehe
Donk: no hugs at work etiher
H. Stones: lets all have a big group hug then
Donk: and kids at school will be expelled for hugging
Principalpoop: huh?
überRegenbogen: sounds like something a Dr Laura minion would dream up
Principalpoop backs away
Donk: virtual hugs still ok, but for how long?
H. Stones: lets all snog Poop
Principalpoop: you people are full of ucky germs
Honey hugs : überRegenbogen cease Donk H. Stones Principalpoop Bambi ah,clem (Dexter Fong)
Principalpoop: where is my lysol spray?
Bambi: well I hate to do it but I gotta get some sleep here ... eyes are not cooperating with me
Principalpoop: ahh that was nice, thanks
Bambi: Nytol! Have a great week!
Principalpoop: night bambi, sweet dreams
Donk: back at you Honey
cease: thank you honey
H. Stones: sweet dreams Bambi
cease: for me it is difficult
H. Stones: have a safe week
Honey: awwwwwwwww ok Bambi nite nite
Bambi: and you too Honey! {{HUGS}} back at 'cha!
Donk: good nite Bambi
Honey: be safe
Principalpoop: wait, my wallet is gone
Principalpoop: police police
cease: i'm reaidng bio of charlss schultz, and though he was famous for comic strtipws of hugging people, he was incapable of hugging his kids
H. Stones: i bet it was Fong, poop, noitcie hes still not around
Honey: wow Cat
Principalpoop: ahh fong got it, while his moll honey distracted me
Bambi: thanks Stones, Don, Honey, PrinceP, über and Cat ... be well ... and to Dex too when he gets back.
überRegenbogen: catherwood! call the police!
||||||||| Catherwood ignores überRegenbogen
cease: they siad it was like hugging a tree, when they tried to hug him
Honey: hehe
Donk: shultz sounds like bing crosby,
Principalpoop: did you see how many cartoons he made? he was just a leg at a writing board for years
H. Stones: careful, you will wake the ghost of Bob Hope
Principalpoop: i heard lucy was tough too
Donk: I loved Hope
überRegenbogen grabs Catherwood's cues, and indignantly throws them on the floor!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to überRegenbogen and says "Someone mention my name?"
Donk: Not Lucy?
Principalpoop: that is what i heard, common with perfectionists
Principalpoop: both lucys
cease: hey lucy. i'm home
Donk: I'm sure most people i like on screen , are probably intolerable in reality
Principalpoop: someone here told me about ethel hating fred's guts
cease: i loved hope too. he signed an autograph for me, of his russia book
Honey: catherwood please give poop a dose of vitameatavegamin
||||||||| Catherwood brings poop a dose of vitameatavegamin.
Principalpoop: yum, thanks, ahh another please
H. Stones: well worth watching it its still on You Tube
cease: what is it, stones/
H. Stones: dont give him any more Honey, hes had two bottled already
Principalpoop: some are the same, tim conway, johnny carson...
Honey: lol
Principalpoop: hiccough
Principalpoop: it takes all kinds
cease: hone you mentioned van nuys blvd. do you remember wray bros ford? my fathers dealership
Honey: wow! yes i do
cease: i realy hope we meet sometime, somewhere, honey
Honey: that would be nice...someday somewhere yes indeed
Principalpoop: toad away
H. Stones: Hey Cease, check this out
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. Stones: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlRRQ81ZRJs
cease: frog upon a pond
cease: thanks h.
Principalpoop: lost cni
Honey: catherwood, vitameatavegamin all round
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Honey and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: cni dont live in thar new york city no more
überRegenbogen: cheeky old bastard!
cease: he dont travel on down to the neighbourhood liqour store
Principalpoop: did you hear we are keeping some secret detainees on ships, a DOD spokesman responded arghhhh
cease: never underestimae the ways harm can be done
Honey: well, it is time for me to meander on down the road.....I have about 12 minutes left on my battery
Principalpoop: re0living history
cease: ok honey
Honey: so adios dear friends.....i will be here next week, hopefully
Donk: yeah but they must be really bad , Principlepoop, after all our gov't must be trusted
cease: we're deligted to se eyou here
Principalpoop: ciao bella senorita, so glad you are feeling better
Honey waves byeeeeeeee
Honey: thanks Cat nite nite ya'all
cease: zagood honey is a goiod world
Donk: nite Honey
||||||||| Honey rushes off, saying "11:55 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop salutes donk, you are right there sir, america, love it or leave it, if you have your proper id to travel
überRegenbogen ushers everyone into the time machine
||||||||| Catherwood protests, then fades his voice out like this and cues the organist...
Principalpoop: leroy, and his organ
Principalpoop: why did the dems cave in on FISA? could they all be blackmailed by spying on their phones and email?
Principalpoop: tap tap, is this thing still on?
überRegenbogen: ignorance is truth
Principalpoop: and bliss
Principalpoop: so truth is bliss
Principalpoop: war is peace
||||||||| 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..
Principalpoop: poor fong, he is gone longer than anyone has been gone before
H. Stones: ok guys, i gotta go now its five AM
H. Stones: have a good week everyone
überRegenbogen turns Catherwood
Principalpoop: sleep well sweet prince
Principalpoop: cheerio old chum
H. Stones: see you on the ice
Principalpoop: clock is chiming, i am turning back into a mouse, nooooo
überRegenbogen stinks on ice
Principalpoop: have a super week
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 12:03 AM.
H. Stones: byeee
||||||||| At 12:03 AM, H. Stones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
cease: off we go
||||||||| At 12:04 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, cease!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
überRegenbogen: wee
||||||||| At 12:04 AM, überRegenbogen vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
leaving nothing but a handful of Lego blocks where he stood
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donk - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Dexter Fong says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dexter Fong exits at 12:20 AM.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| "2:34 AM? 2:34 AM!!" says Catherwood, "PaSa should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as PaSa enters and sits on the couch.
PaSa: selam
PaSa: hay
||||||||| It's 2:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PaSa - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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
Bunnyboy
cease
Dexter Fong
Donk
Elayne
Firebroiled
H. Stones
Honey
llanwydd
MutantTween
PaSa
Principalpoop
Tor Hershman
Woody1 URL References:
http://www.cniradio.com/donations.htm
http://www.firezine.net/issue6/fz6_08.htm
www.kurtericson.com
http://www.love-poems.me.uk/rossetti_christina_remember.htm
http://www.seattlewireless.net/moin.cgi/AntennaHowTo
http://www.uclick.com/feature/08/06/25/bs080625.gif
http://www.uclick.com/feature/08/06/26/tt080626.gif
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hhJaIKrz6jo&NR=1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZlRRQ81ZRJs

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"