Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
09/25/2008

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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 September 25, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firebroiled steps in at 6:20 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Firebroiled: So long, Beethead!
Give my . . .

I’m standing here like an idiot talkin’ to myself . . .
I might as well walk over to the old yellow line
and stand here on the yellow line like an idiot

talkin’ to myself . . . .
||||||||| "Hey Firebroiled!" ... Firebroiled turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 6:21 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| ah,clem enters at 7:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 easstern (if the thunder does not get too close)'
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern (if the thunder does not get too close)'
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ah,clem?! It's 7:46 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Mudhead waltzes in at 8:29 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| BVFRD1 enters at 8:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:48 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DEXTER FONG should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DEXTER FONG enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DEXTER FONG WONDERS IF fIREBROILED KNOWS HE ALWAYS ARRIVES HERE SOME 12 HOURS TO EARLY
DEXTER FONG: sorry for the shout
DEXTER FONG: out
Merlyn: Yours, Mine, and Hours
DEXTER FONG: Hours alone with ours
DEXTER FONG: or is it 'ours
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 25, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DEXTER FONG: 'hats 'ours?
DEXTER FONG: send
DEXTER FONG: forgot to relaod after kicking up CNI
DEXTER FONG: Guess I'll just sit here along and listen to FST
DEXTER FONG: alone
DEXTER FONG: Hi Clem
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's wake (the flake), just back from Billville."
DEXTER FONG: Hey wake
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (9:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: great to be back
DEXTER FONG: Clem, who you calling intyeresting?
llanwydd: how's everybody?
DEXTER FONG: Hi llan
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
ah,clem: hi all
wake (the flake): yeah... here I am. Hello hello. Hi ll, dex, mud, et al.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:05 PM and H. Stones steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DEXTER FONG: Hi Nancy
llanwydd: howdy clem
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DeflatableTweeny in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: everyone knew him as nancy
Merlyn: hey, I'll be in and out tonight
wake (the flake): geeez the flood gates are open
DEXTER FONG: Tween; you're so ...flat...so thin...and crispy!!
llanwydd: howdy tween
H. Stones: ah the Sacred In and Out Dance eh Merlyn ?
DeflatableTweeny: Working on Fudd's machine?
DeflatableTweeny: good eeeevening
ah,clem: sounds sexy Merlin
DeflatableTweeny: lol Dex
DEXTER FONG: Hi Stones, missed your entrance
wake (the flake): I am flakey.
Merlyn: well, mostly just ignoring what's going on for long periods, not usually logging in and out
H. Stones: i climbed in through the toilet window
ah,clem: lol
llanwydd: toilets don't have windows
ah,clem: Mr. Stones, always a pleasure
DeflatableTweeny: protect b a silver spoon
||||||||| "9:07 PM? 9:07 PM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits in the comfy chair.
llanwydd: I know some of them do in the UK
DEXTER FONG: Stones: Your an old porcelain panther
llanwydd: hey cat!
DEXTER FONG: Hi Cat
wake (the flake): Sunday's on the phone to Monday....
BVFRD1: hello people tuning in for the first time
DEXTER FONG: Don't worry wake, it's weekend minutes...no charge
cease: this sounds like weirdly cool. great to hear carlin alive
H. Stones: i've pointed percy at many a porceline Fong
DEXTER FONG: Well come aboard Artie one
wake (the flake): I saw you there in the corner BVFRD1.
DEXTER FONG: A porcelain Fong...it's a fake..clever, yes but still a fake
BVFRD1: lol thank you
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Honey Sanchez', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
wake (the flake): Is that a pickle in your hand?
llanwydd: is BVFRD1 a newcomer or do we know him/her/this individual?
Honey Sanchez: HOla
ah,clem: new
DEXTER FONG: Olla Senorita
H. Stones: Hola, Honey
llanwydd: hi HS
cease: windows in toilets?
ah,clem: and welcomein
DeflatableTweeny: Mzzzzz Sanchez
DEXTER FONG: Here, Honey, sit down on this ceviche
wake (the flake): and he has a pickle....
wake (the flake): so look out
cease: L20, the seafood restaurant I went to in Chicago, had large aquariums next to their toilets
BVFRD1: im new im a friend of charlie i became united with yalls group once he went mia
Honey Sanchez: thanks, dex
DEXTER FONG: Who doesn't
Honey Sanchez avoids the sea food
H. Stones: and talking of Comedy, hows the economy ?
cease: charlie?
cease: brown?
DEXTER FONG: BV? WHo's charlie?
llanwydd: that's funny, cat
BVFRD1: one of the fthometech guys
Honey Sanchez: Plan B is Martial Law methinks
ah,clem: Charlie of FTHomeTech, a CNI sponsor
DEXTER FONG: A brown shoed Charlie in the dead of night
cease: aha
H. Stones: i remember that Honey, who was it who played Chester the deputy ?
Honey Sanchez: dennis weaver, Stones
Honey Sanchez: lol
wake (the flake): Everybody's house is now FREE and start over from there.
Honey Sanchez: i wish, wake
DEXTER FONG: I thought it was Chester Atkins ace country guitarist
wake (the flake): Only thing that makes sense really.
wake (the flake): The printing presses are rolloing 24/7... why not?
DEXTER FONG: biam
llanwydd: never heard him called chester
Honey Sanchez: chet
llanwydd: biambic pentameter?
llanwydd: sam biam?
Honey Sanchez: please bring me a molotov cocktail Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood hands Honey Sanchez a molotov cocktail.
wake (the flake): need a light?
Honey Sanchez: not yet, but thanks :)
llanwydd: catherwood get me a cough of cuppee
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a cough of cuppee.
DEXTER FONG: biam = back in a minute
wake (the flake): ------------> gets out trusty Zippo
llanwydd: aha
cease: i didnt know zippy could be trusted
DeflatableTweeny: <> lol
DEXTER FONG: Put that zippo back in your pants wake
DeflatableTweeny gets out his trusty Harpo
DEXTER FONG: and use your left hand
llanwydd: zippo marx?
wake (the flake): no room... Harpo's in there
DEXTER FONG: zippo, cousin of low marks
DEXTER FONG: sister of bench marks
cease: johnnie became a marxist?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Principalpoop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DEXTER FONG: Father of stretch marks
Honey Sanchez: If things keep a goin the way the are here is my new home http://www.issuesandalibis.org/campsb.html
llanwydd: Hi princ!
Honey Sanchez: hey poopster
H. Stones: GOOD DAY, POOP
Principalpoop: and we took to them
wake (the flake): nephew of skid marks
DEXTER FONG: Hey poop
cease: lots of folks tonight
Principalpoop: whoopee
DEXTER FONG: and we took unto them a shine,,,,and that shine was named Uncle Remus
cease: the term mobile phone seems oddly dated
Honey Sanchez: hey i am known as Nancy! Can't be two of us
DeflatableTweeny: Have you seen the movie Amerika, Honey?
wake (the flake): welcome poop... I was just talkin' about your nephew.
H. Stones: hey cease, they still call them Mobiles over here
DEXTER FONG: Honey< Bad news, so is clem
Honey Sanchez: yes it has been a while
DeflatableTweeny: Mini-series from the 80's with Kris Kristofferson
||||||||| 9:19 PM: Elayne 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!"
Honey Sanchez: lol dex oh well
H. Stones: Hi Elayne
Elayne: Evenin' sll!
DeflatableTweeny: Evenin', Mzzzzz E
DEXTER FONG: Hi E!
Principalpoop: there is E
cease: hi el
Honey Sanchez: hello E
llanwydd: yes clem was known as nancy when he came in here
llanwydd: Hi Elayne!
ah,clem: hi E!
DEXTER FONG: But when clem left, he was knows a s
Elayne: Wow, it's crowded this evening! Happy autumn, everyone!
DEXTER FONG: as Lili Marlene
wake (the flake): WOW!!! What a crowd. Maybe "you know who" will show up.
Principalpoop: fall hehe
Elayne: I could use a Proctor appearance, he hasn't responded to my email yet.
Principalpoop: with mccain suspending his campaign, we all have plenty of time on our hands
DeflatableTweeny: The trees turning up thar in New England?
wake (the flake): you know who might be you know where
cease: as you may have noticed, i finally got a new blog post up, less than a month after returning from chicago
H. Stones: yes about two minutes to midnight, Poop
wake (the flake): you know why?
DEXTER FONG: why what?
cease: proc was here once for a few minutes. i'd be very surprised to see him here again.
Principalpoop: why what?
DeflatableTweeny: Yeah, was taking up all my attention, P ;)
Elayne: Ah, I remember back when I had time to read blogs...
ah,clem: would love to see phil, phil, phil, or phil
Principalpoop: which phil?
DEXTER FONG: and don't forget Fill
Honey Sanchez: mee too clem
llanwydd: yeah phil hasn't stopped by in a while
cease: austin is the only "regular"
H. Stones: Phil the Groundhog ?
ah,clem: been a long time...
Principalpoop: didn't you say that before? where am I?
llanwydd: the only one I haven't had the chance to chat with is pete
ah,clem: Dave used to popin as well, but not for a long time
cease: and i was out of town at the time so missed it
DeflatableTweeny: Ah, Chicago town
DEXTER FONG: You speak of Pauxutawney Phil, Stones?
DeflatableTweeny: kewl
H. Stones: yes Fong
Principalpoop: ahh good, they are speaking chinese on the other side
wake (the flake): the loop... the el...
H. Stones: it seems to be like Groundhog day, every day i get up, W is still prresident and the news is all bad
DEXTER FONG: Stones: I didn't know your were Pennsylvanian
Principalpoop: sweet is the new cool
cease: i woulndt be surprised if austin does show up to encourage everyone to buy the box of danger set
Honey Sanchez: cool is the new black
DeflatableTweeny: some great pics there, cease
Principalpoop: cool was the new hot
DEXTER FONG: That new black is cool
Elayne: When does the boxed set go on sale, Cat? Isn't it next month?
DEXTER FONG: All new blacks are cool
cease: all spades are groovy
DeflatableTweeny: George Herbert Hoover Bush?
H. Stones: over here, Red is the new Black
Principalpoop: diggit
DEXTER FONG: and all hoes are hot
wake (the flake): Just in time for Xmas?
cease: i thought it was next week, el, or maybe this week. supposed to be end of sept
Principalpoop: i did not know sept was sick
Honey Sanchez: when red is the new black it's war time again
wake (the flake): The new black is cerilian
DEXTER FONG: Rouge et Noir....get your bets down
H. Stones: its the quickest way out of debt Honey, till the bills come in that is
cease: the worst book stendahl ever wrote
DEXTER FONG: He wrote more than one?
Elayne: Oh wow, did you see the new Entertainment Weekly cover? http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20228603,00.html
Elayne: Very clever idea.
H. Stones: no fong but it was a long one and seemed like several
||||||||| Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith steps in at 9:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DEXTER FONG: Elayne<, I never miss Entertainment Weekly, girl friend
wake (the flake): hmmmm
Principalpoop: look out, you'll poke your eye out
cease: i saw it earlier on huffpo, el
llanwydd: welcome, folks
DEXTER FONG: EW broke the great Clay Atkins Out of the closet Diet
Principalpoop: groovy cover
wake (the flake): maybe the new black is obdidian?
Principalpoop: cool hehehe
DeflatableTweeny: Sign right here, Mr & Mrs Smith...
cease: my favourite book is The Black Obelisk
Principalpoop: hi llan
H. Stones: Mr and Mrs, you'll find its very clean here
DEXTER FONG: I didn't know Merlyn offered dual membership
Elayne: EW is my favorite bathroom reading...
cease: well, sometimes
DEXTER FONG: Merlyn, do you have a family chat plan
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: This card is dirty
H. Stones: its what we call a BOGOF Fong
llanwydd: he's not really mr and mrs. john smith
Honey Sanchez: HOla mr. & Mrsj
Principalpoop: be groovy
DEXTER FONG deals M&M SMITH from the bottom of the ceck
cease: its been places you dont want to know about, smith
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: I'm not Joe, and he's not Ed
DEXTER FONG: deck
DEXTER FONG: And I am not a crook
Principalpoop: you are not playing with a dull feck fong
DEXTER FONG: a swindler, maybe
cease: but you're ed and he's joe
H. Stones: leave my cecks out of this, fong
Principalpoop: no, I am not ed and he is not joe
cease: they call him Mr. Ed
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: What's that all about?
DEXTER FONG decks Stones, as he helps him aboard
Principalpoop: how do i get on swindler's list?
||||||||| wake (the flake) sneaks away to The Portrait Gallery...
H. Stones: thought you meant Cecks, Fong
||||||||| wake (the flake) climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:30 PM
DEXTER FONG: Poop: Just write your name at the bottom and get five other people to write in the name "Ponzi" underneath
Honey Sanchez: ah poop...be on the board of AIG that will get you on swindlers list
Principalpoop: are you passing bad cecks again fong?
Elayne believes it just started raining here in NYC...
DEXTER FONG: Poop: They're not *bad* cecks, they're only misguided
Principalpoop: i am too big to fail too, honest
cease: does anyone remember the nigerian civil war this refers to?
H. Stones: things just get better and better dont they Elayne ?
DEXTER FONG: I do Cat
Principalpoop: the nigerians probably do
cease: we're in our 2nd day of rain here, first rain this month
Honey Sanchez: yes, I am sure the Nigerians do
DEXTER FONG: Stones: Under the theory that things get worse before they get better...we're right on schedule
Principalpoop: squeeze fong right there, maybe he will pass another
H. Stones: AT 12 Noon in Old Rangoon, they drop all their tools and Run !
DEXTER FONG: Poop: Squuze me just right and I'll pass that doobie on the left
cease: i hope it doesnt fade into deep obscurity, llike many a firesign ref
Principalpoop: stones and mad dogs in the mid-day sun
Honey Sanchez moves over to fong's left
Elayne: Hey Stones, I'm in a great mood. Watching my favorite new show (Rachel Maddow), home on time today, showered, going to sleep soon...
DEXTER FONG: Cat: All references are inherently obscure
cease: i wish we could get it here in vancouver, el
||||||||| 9:34 PM -- DeflatableTweeny left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
DEXTER FONG squeezes honey's doobie
Principalpoop: i wanted to watch that streaming online, could not find it easily
cease: thankfully there are occasional clips on line and she does much of the "soundtrack" from it on her radio show
Principalpoop: heard good things about it
Honey Sanchez: I like the new fox program "Fringe"
H. Stones: firsts turn on your computer Poop, then it gets easier
||||||||| Outside, the 9:34 PM bus from Texas pulls away, leaving DeflatableTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: wb tween
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: What's All This Brew-ha-ha
DeflatableTweeny: just changing browsers
DEXTER FONG: afkfr
H. Stones: get your hands off my Moll, Fong
Principalpoop: it turns on me stones, double-dealing pc, ugh
Honey Sanchez: hi tweeny
cease: will the us adventure in iraq be as remembered 40 years from now as much as the biafran war is today?
Principalpoop: browsers or trousers?
DeflatableTweeny: Hola
H. Stones: yes, Poop, whatever happend to virtual loyalty ?
Principalpoop: we will still be in iraq
DeflatableTweeny: George and Dick's Big Adventure?
Honey Sanchez: yes mccain said so we will be there 100 years
DeflatableTweeny: probably, P
DeflatableTweeny: If McCain is elected, for sure
H. Stones: The War is Over but the Overdraft Lingers On. !
cease: youre right there, tween
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: That is ungroovy
Honey Sanchez: totally ungroovy
cease: you aint got no friends on your right
Principalpoop: honey's link reminded me that posse comitus vanished, i think the military kidnapped him
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Your left
Principalpoop: my right?
Principalpoop: rocky
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: He's coming around, he's ready to play symptom six of...
Principalpoop: tap tap
Principalpoop: no, that is a brown paper bag
DEXTER FONG: pat pat
cease: beat the deadline for the economy to fail?
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Why, that's nothing but a two-bit ring from a cracker back jox
Principalpoop: there is an echo in here
llanwydd: sdfghjkl
DEXTER FONG: wertyui
Elayne: I'll sell it to you for 700 billion dollars!
DeflatableTweeny: It's already failed, cease. This is just an atempt to let some folks keep their yachts and multi-million dollar homes. To heck with the rest of us
llanwydd: LOL Elayne
Principalpoop: deal!
DeflatableTweeny: About it, E ;)
H. Stones: cheap at twice the price Elayne
Elayne: Maddow quoted a Treasury official on her show tonight as saying they essentially pulled that number out of their ass. It doesn't mean anything significant, they just wanted something "that sounded like a big number."
llanwydd: catherwood get me a jox of crackerback
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a jox of crackerback.
DEXTER FONG: Comes with a golden parachute
Principalpoop: that is quite a large ass
cease: yes i heard that
DEXTER FONG: largesse?
Elayne: Oh come on, Prinpoop, that's no way to talk about McCain the Maverick...
cease: an eric cartman size ass
llanwydd: catherwood, what is the capital of philadelphia?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear llanwydd
DEXTER FONG: Catherwood, where does llanwydd live?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear DEXTER FONG
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Is it a hit, or a miss?
llanwydd: catherwood get me a
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a.
Elayne: Yes?
Principalpoop: he only voted with bush 90 percent of the time, that is statistically significant
DEXTER FONG: It's a she-male
Honey Sanchez: right PP
||||||||| Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
DEXTER FONG: Poop: Statistics are only numerical probabilities
Honey Sanchez: is mccain going to debate obama friday night that is the question
H. Stones: wow poop, thats as independent as two pieces of shit stuck together
||||||||| Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:44 PM
Elayne: Oh man, I think I'm going to sleep after Maddow, I can't stay awake with this gentle rain going on outside... zzzzz....
DEXTER FONG: Honey: They'll both be on Craig Fergusons's show
Honey Sanchez: nice gentle rain perfect for sleeping E
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: But it's really good shit, H. Stones
DEXTER FONG: Elayne!! Come inside
llanwydd: catherwood, what time is it at the north pole?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:44 PM"
Honey Sanchez: Dex, that would be most excellent
Principalpoop: raindrops keep falling up my nose
llanwydd: and the south pole?
DEXTER FONG: Poop: That's David Blaine's theme song
Elayne: Good idea, Dex, don't want to short out the laptop.
H. Stones: well its certainly fmells quite fresh
llanwydd: I'm trying to stump catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to llanwydd and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
DEXTER FONG: fmells quite sresh???
wake (the flake): Just mention $700 BILLION, and watch the knives and garrots come out.
Principalpoop: ftones writes like he is from the feventeenth fentury
llanwydd: yes catherwood, could you rtghrtyfgvbty a moment?
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to llanwydd and inquires "Did you want me?"
H. Stones: sorry Fong, i walk talk with a prounounced limp, LIMP prounounced Limp
DeflatableTweeny: Catherwood, please get a stump
||||||||| Catherwood gets a stump.
DEXTER FONG: Knives and carrots go together like french royalty and garotes
Elayne: Stones, I pronounce it "throat-wobbler mangrove"...
llanwydd: looks like that did it, tween
Principalpoop: are you stumped catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Principalpoop and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
DEXTER FONG: Stones: It suits your personality
Honey Sanchez hands Catherwood some calamine lotion
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Honey Sanchez and inquires "Did you want something?"
H. Stones: thats easy to remember isnt it Elayne
Principalpoop: throat wobbler mangrove, that guy from american idol?
DEXTER FONG: Poop:Yeah, he's outta the closet too
H. Stones: he was also bassoon in the Dixieland Stompers
Honey Sanchez: yeh he got his name from the msn name generator i heard
llanwydd: catherwood, what is the square root of 386?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside llanwydd and asks "Did you want me?"
wake (the flake): catherwood, give me a garrot.
||||||||| Catherwood gives wake (the flake) a garrot.
Principalpoop: a trick question, roots are not square
Honey Sanchez: that is a statement pp
H. Stones: but cube roots are four square, poop
DEXTER FONG: You'll have to pay the rent on the garrot, wake
DEXTER FONG: 700 billion per year
Honey Sanchez: oy
cease: yes we can
Principalpoop: make it 700 trillion, stop fooling around
DEXTER FONG: and oysters extra
llanwydd: what I could do with 700 billion dollars
H. Stones: good idea to round it up, Poop
DEXTER FONG: Get a new suit, llan?
wake (the flake): no prob, DEX. I'll just print more.
DEXTER FONG prints "more"
Honey Sanchez: good idea wake take a cue from the treasure department make more
Principalpoop: don't bother printing it, just type it in
llanwydd: yeah, probably, dex
H. Stones: luckily the printer is already runnin Wake
Honey Sanchez: fax it?
H. Stones: first you fix it, then you fax it
DEXTER FONG: enter amount -----> here<-----
Principalpoop: just the fax mam
Elayne: Okay, cutting out a bit early this time. Darn you, rain, darn you to heck!
wake (the flake): I say stop making silly old ones and fives..
Elayne: Next week, all.
DEXTER FONG: Night elayne, call me sometime
cease: indeed, el
H. Stones: qucik, shes leaving with all the money
Honey Sanchez: byeee E sleep sweetly
cease: have fun with rain, el
wake (the flake): bye bye E
H. Stones: sweet dreams El
Principalpoop: dancing in the rain, just dancing in the rain
Honey Sanchez: i heard that they are making a new penny
Principalpoop: night E
Honey Sanchez: like we need a new penny
DEXTER FONG: I thought it was pony
Principalpoop: i heard that too
Honey Sanchez: pony up boys
DEXTER FONG: pon/camel cross breed
Honey Sanchez: yeh they are gunna call it a dollar
DEXTER FONG: pony/
DeflatableTweeny: No, that's the new value of the Dollar, Honey
wake (the flake): And I've got some Chinese baby formula I want to sell you.
Honey Sanchez: aha!
llanwydd: so did I tell you guys I was in a movie?
DeflatableTweeny: beat me to it
DEXTER FONG: Bought a days worth of broceries for a weeks worth of pay
Honey Sanchez: NO! tell us tell us
H. Stones: Sweet Jesus and Mary Melanine
wake (the flake): tell tell ll
DEXTER FONG: llan: YOu mentioned it's possibilities 2 weeks ago
cease: tell us, llan
llanwydd: it's a documentary called "turmoil and triumph"
Honey Sanchez: was it a porno, llan?
llanwydd: it's going to be on pbs next year
DEXTER FONG: Is it about Narzis?
DeflatableTweeny: that's the one you were talking about last week?
Honey Sanchez: wow
Principalpoop: they saw you and still let you be in it llan?
DeflatableTweeny: very cool, LL :-)
DEXTER FONG: Leni Reifenstahl?
wake (the flake): sounds like my last trip to the john...
llanwydd: well the scene I was in was about the "iran contra" arms smuggling
DeflatableTweeny: congrats
llanwydd: I was one of the smugglers
cease: great news
Principalpoop: the jaguar/austin martin story?
DEXTER FONG: llan" Some of our greatest actors started as heavies
Principalpoop: i hope you don't get typecast
Honey Sanchez: did you look like a smuggler, llan?
llanwydd: yeah, they thought I did
DEXTER FONG: Lee van Kleef
Principalpoop: 5 passports, don't even know my real name. la la la
wake (the flake): did you have a speaking part, ;;?
llanwydd: I was supposed to look iranian but I am not quite the right color
llanwydd: none of us spoke any lines
H. Stones: eye patch and striped sweatshirt
DEXTER FONG: Iranian Albino
Principalpoop: they come in all colors
llanwydd: we just carried boxes of weapons
cease: i owuld imagine there'd be a lot of wokr for smuggler-actors
llanwydd: they were really empty
Honey Sanchez: lee van cleef in a ninja jumpsuit
Principalpoop: how will I know which one was you?
DEXTER FONG: Cat: China has a lot of them
H. Stones: lol
llanwydd: I'm the white guy with the beard
DEXTER FONG: llan has the bigest box of arms
H. Stones: its easy poop, hes the one who waves and says Hello Mom
Principalpoop: ahh him, ok
cease: thankfully thye're not washing up in box cars off our islands these days
Honey Sanchez: ahhh yes the typical white guy with a beard dude
llanwydd: and there is a chance you would notice I'm the oldest of the actors
Merlyn: a beard dude?
wake (the flake): ----------------> lol stones
DEXTER FONG: It's walt Whitman, well known Iranian actor/smuggler
Principalpoop: did you get to go out drinking and doing drugs and whores with the stars and director after?
||||||||| Mudhead departs at 9:59 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
llanwydd: no not exactly a whitman beard
Honey Sanchez: aka quinn martin production actor
Principalpoop: sleep well mudhead
DEXTER FONG: Poop: Whores + Starlets
Merlyn: Wake, are you really in Japan?
H. Stones: Quim Martin Presents
cease: is anyuone really in japan?
Principalpoop: careful stones hehe
Honey Sanchez: i thought wake was in singapore
DEXTER FONG: Tojo is Cat
H. Stones: difficult to answer that, cease
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
llanwydd: we filmed it at an airport at night and they had a fog machine
Merlyn: Nino says his ISP is in Osaka
cease: he's dead now
wake (the flake): nah... Thailand It's Friday morning here.
DEXTER FONG: Frog machine?
Honey Sanchez: oooooooooooh a fog machine yes def a quim martin production
DEXTER FONG: Robot
Principalpoop: that is what you think, he is divine...
llanwydd: quite an interesting effect but the fog got a little hard to manage when the wind shifted
H. Stones: but lives on in stereo hi fi
cease: was it fun?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Honey Sanchez: yes bottom line was it fun?
Principalpoop: the winds of change and all that stones
H. Stones: wow, llan, even the fog had a manager ?
Honey Sanchez: did you get paid for it?
llanwydd: it was fun but it was hard work
Honey Sanchez: haha stones
llanwydd: yeah I got paid
Principalpoop: fun is good, fun is our friend
DEXTER FONG: stones: It's called Fog Rangler
Principalpoop: and paid is better
Honey Sanchez: so you are now a 'professional actor' wow
Honey Sanchez: i thought it was called a 'fog fluffer'
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: The future is fun, the future is fair, you might have already won. You might already be there
llanwydd: yeah that was kind of a drag. the fog was really some kind of exhaust smoke and it stunk really bad
Principalpoop: so you get the coffee and donuts and designer sandwiches at the strikes now?
Honey Sanchez: sue!!!
H. Stones: what sound did the foley artist use for the fog
DEXTER FONG squeezes Honey and her friend, Fluffy
Principalpoop: sure the future is now
Honey Sanchez giggles girlishly
wake (the flake): catherwood, give fluffy a biscuit.
||||||||| Catherwood gives fluffy a biscuit.
Honey Sanchez: now\
llanwydd: it was tedious and gruelling but felt great when it was done
DEXTER FONG leers at her school girl dress, short pleated skirt, white blouse, and patent leather shoes
Principalpoop: that was a rubber biscuit
H. Stones: I say chaps, the og is thick tonight, Dammit, wheres the F in Fog
Principalpoop: thick as pea soup, yum
llanwydd: tweeny's gone grey
wake (the flake): you didn't mention THE ANKLE SOCKS!!!
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Out of the fog, and into the smog
DEXTER FONG: Where's the "F" in *ong
DEXTER FONG: wake, i removed them
Principalpoop: no no, knee highs, hehe
Honey Sanchez: Albuquerque is quickly becoming the Hollywood of the Southwest
H. Stones: no surely F in Fong, least thats what they said before you arrived
wake (the flake): you BEAST!!!!!
DEXTER FONG: Stones: Don't call me Shirley
llanwydd: al b. quirky?
H. Stones: ok, Fong but make sure the money is inthe hollow tree again
DEXTER FONG: You certainly will llan
Principalpoop: anita drink
llanwydd: I've got to get away from here for a few weeks
llanwydd: I'm thinking of going out west
llanwydd: I really need a break
ah,clem: ...
H. Stones: we were thinking the same thing llan
DEXTER FONG: Stones: Those aren't hollow trees, those are my barrels
Principalpoop: hi ah, clem
wake (the flake): OOOOOH major glitch... screen freeze
Merlyn: thank you horace greely
H. Stones: my presidents are in those trees
Principalpoop: going to california with an aching in my heart
DEXTER FONG: but wakes typing prevails
llanwydd: I went to school with a girl named anita brain
llanwydd: I'm not kidding
DEXTER FONG: stones: TIMBER!!!!!
Principalpoop: and ophelia butts?
llanwydd: and a guy named robin bird
H. Stones: All your bananas are belong to me
llanwydd: no joke
ah,clem: abby normal?
Principalpoop: sure, it did not make me laugh
DEXTER FONG: What did?
H. Stones: about getting away from here for a few weeks, llan, is there any way we can help ?
Honey Sanchez: I went to school with Pete Moss
Principalpoop: young frankenstein did
DEXTER FONG: BeBop Lobo?
Merlyn: at night, bebop is bebop lobo, the night wolf
DEXTER FONG: C'mon poop, you *know* he makes you laugh
llanwydd: that's hilarious, hs
Principalpoop: all i could think of was the guy from adam-12
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BVFRD1 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
wake (the flake): How about Vanessa Freshcorn? She was one year older.
llanwydd: who was this BVFRD1? anybody I know?
DEXTER FONG: Wipe your nose and say goodnight BVFRD1
Honey Sanchez: no idea llan
Principalpoop: wrong chat, that is a pron user name
wake (the flake): There was two families of Freshcorns.
llanwydd: freshcorn? cool
DEXTER FONG: afkfr
Honey Sanchez: how so pp?
llanwydd: there is a family named drinkwine in my hometown
Principalpoop: too filthy to elucidate honey...
H. Stones: thats a long name llan
Honey Sanchez: freshcorn sounds native american
Honey Sanchez: ok i will take your word for it pp as i havd no idea
Merlyn: BVFRD1 = Bill Ville Free Rural Delivery?
wake (the flake): One of them lived beside the Rapes.
Honey Sanchez: lol Merl
H. Stones: where did you pillage that from, Wake
llanwydd: thats awful, wake
wake (the flake): I'm not going to mention the Knophs.
llanwydd: what a curse to have such a name
Principalpoop: too late
Honey Sanchez: lol wake
wake (the flake): Or why they named their son Jack.
H. Stones: were they the Oilseed- Rapes out of Virginai ?
wake (the flake): Real family names from where I grew up.
Principalpoop: like steve allen reading the phone book
llanwydd: they were italian. one of the sons was named Statutori
DeflatableTweeny: ...
wake (the flake): PA --- near Bradford -- home of the Zippo lighter.
cease: this is as funny as any of their album ads
H. Stones: Zippo Lighter, i remember him playing with Satchmo
wake (the flake): There was a Rececca Rape.
llanwydd: home of the zippo tube
Principalpoop: his brother was in pron films, snatchmo
DEXTER FONG: Stones, His real name was Ronson Lighter
DEXTER FONG: but his palying was not wind proff
llanwydd: I hope it was pronounced Rappay
Honey Sanchez: I remember Ronson he used to act in all the quinn martin tv prods
H. Stones: he changed it, Fong, when they came from the old country for tax purposes
llanwydd: no ronson was a guitarist for david bowie
llanwydd: if memory serves
Principalpoop: you hope what was pronounced rappay llan?
DEXTER FONG: Tax Purposes, the great Croation western actor
H. Stones: are you taking the mick, llan ?
DEXTER FONG: Best damn horse i ever rode
llanwydd: "winston churchill", princ
Principalpoop: nice horsey
H. Stones: i believe it had no name, Fong
Honey Sanchez: ah yes dex he used to star in death valley days he was a personal friend of ronnie reagan
wake (the flake): hope to see you next week folks. Same firetime. Same firestation.
DEXTER FONG: llan: Nick Ronsom, third string guitarist
Honey Sanchez: yup yup see you then wake
H. Stones: hold it right there Wake
Principalpoop: i am related to winston churchill, i sort of look like him, except short and a coward and a nobody
Honey Sanchez: uh oh
llanwydd: he only played the third string?
Principalpoop: night wake
DEXTER FONG: Night wake, always good to see you
llanwydd: third from which e?
H. Stones: you forgot, Bald, Poop
DeflatableTweeny: later, wakeman
Honey Sanchez: nite wake have a good day today in Thailand
Principalpoop: winnie was bald too
wake (the flake): -----------------**** * * * * * * * * POOF
llanwydd: one is a d and one is a g
DEXTER FONG: Poop: Ah...it's the 15 brandies and 7 cigars a day thing is it?
||||||||| wake (the flake) says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, wake (the flake) exits at 10:19 PM.
H. Stones: it reduces wind resistence, poop
Principalpoop: those young prostitutes wake up early in thailand...
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i have that before lunch
llanwydd: I didn't even know he was leaving or I would have said goodnight
H. Stones: He who travels fastest, travels with a razor
Honey Sanchez: the cold is going around
llanwydd: them too
Honey Sanchez: same here llan
Principalpoop: rather common
||||||||| 10:20 PM: Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| 10:20 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Bunnyboy: Moo
cease: a jumping bunny.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Honey Sanchez: hey it is nice you finally came out of the closet mr & mrs
Bunnyboy: WA-moo, that is.
Honey Sanchez: hey bunny
llanwydd: Hey Bunnyboy!
Principalpoop: moo who guy pan?
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Oink
DeflatableTweeny: One of those genetic experiments, eh Bun?
H. Stones: thats a big closet, who else you got in there ?
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Audrey Farber
Honey Sanchez peers in the closet
H. Stones: Susan Underhill ?
Principalpoop: and bettyjo?
H. Stones: wow, the gangs all here
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: You must mean Nancy!
Principalpoop: roll out the barrel
Bunnyboy: Great cover on The Stranger this week:
Bunnyboy: http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/CoverArt?oid=679352
DEXTER FONG: My trees are in those barrels
Honey Sanchez: OMG JOe Dimaggio is in the closet
DEXTER FONG: with Arthur Miller?
Honey Sanchez stares at Jimmy Hoffa
Bunnyboy: Didja all hear that the FDIC seized Washington Mutual?
DeflatableTweeny: lol honey
cease: excellent, bun
DeflatableTweeny: nope
Principalpoop: Judge Crater in drag
Bunnyboy: And WaMu's banking operations have been sold to JPMorgan Chase.
Honey Sanchez: catherwood please close the closet door
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Honey Sanchez and mumbles "Would you like something?"
DeflatableTweeny: alot of that sort of thing goin on
DEXTER FONG watches Jimmy hoffA squeeze fluffy friend
H. Stones: Arthur Miller is better than none
llanwydd: funny you mention arthur miller. I just heard an audio version of death of a salesman yesterday
Honey Sanchez: catherwood please get into the closet
||||||||| Catherwood hands into the closet.
llanwydd: I had never seen the play or the movie
Bunnyboy: A bank that helped Seattle rebuild after The Great Fire...poof!
Principalpoop: it is a classic llan
DEXTER FONG: Catherwood, please come out og the closet
||||||||| Catherwood comes out og the closet.
H. Stones: theres a cold draft coming from that wardrobe, is there a lion and a witch in there perchance
Honey Sanchez: WAMU bunny?
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Too bad it didn't get the help AIG got, it could have definitely used it.
llanwydd: I the play was very revealing of that middle class ny lifestyle
Honey Sanchez: i wouldn't doubt it stones
DEXTER FONG squeezes Catherwood's friend, Fluffy
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside DEXTER FONG and queries "Did you want me?"
llanwydd: I was familiar with that already being from NJ
Principalpoop: when don corlelon says, look how they messed with my son....
Principalpoop: chat stalled
Bunnyboy: But they got Kevin Bacon to come out and say: "Remain calm! All is well!"
Principalpoop: that is it
H. Stones: last time that Ice Quuen came out of the closet it really messed up my energy bill
Bunnyboy: My BOY, poop!
Honey Sanchez: i am removed 7 degrees from Kevin Bacon
Bunnyboy: Everybody jumped for the new GODFATHER set, right?
Principalpoop: i was talking about dancing with salesmen
Merlyn: I am 7 degrees from absolut zero vodka
Bunnyboy: Walter Murch is a genius.
H. Stones: what you do in your private life is no concern or ours Poop
Principalpoop: if he is such a genius, how did he get the name murch?
DEXTER FONG: I'm into selling to Dancers
Principalpoop: 700 billion dollars
Honey Sanchez: eeek
DEXTER FONG: 5,,6,,,7,,,8,, Sold to the toe dancer
Honey Sanchez: that is actually inconceivable to me, poop
Principalpoop: me too honey
H. Stones: a lot of our Immigrants are Poles and some of them are dancers
Principalpoop: might as well be trillions or gazillions
Honey Sanchez nods
DEXTER FONG: google a googillion
||||||||| DeflatableTweeny rushes off, saying "10:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
H. Stones: thats a hell of a lot of lions, Fong
Principalpoop: no, i won't fong, and you can't make me, neener
cease: what is this?
Principalpoop: i don't know
Principalpoop: interesting
Honey Sanchez: i don't know either it was like that when i got here
DEXTER FONG: All!!: Interstingly, many Polish womed (predominately) are no longer coming to US to wrok, can make at least as much in Euro land...crisis, no more Polish cleaaning ladies....and no more Pirogi
H. Stones: your Polish is getting better Fong
Honey Sanchez: immigration to the usa is down
Principalpoop: my silver will become tarnished
DEXTER FONG: Dobre Vetchu, Poop
cease: as we learn our next 3 words in polish
Principalpoop: gesundheit fong
H. Stones: conversations sounds like something in Smileys People
cease: sausage,
Bunnyboy: Any SPORTS NIGHT fans? The new 10th anniversary Complete Series set streets on Tuesday, from Shout! Factory.
Honey Sanchez is a fan of Craig Ferguson
Bunnyboy: Also from Shout!, on Tuesday: FIRESIGN THEATRE'S BOX OF DANGER!
Principalpoop: i prefer kabasi
Principalpoop: which tuesday?
DEXTER FONG: Cat: May is good, getting reservations at your favorite restaurants is harder than comedy =) But I'll persevere
||||||||| 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 DeflatableTweeny falls out at 10:34 PM.
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Unless your favorite restaurant is McDonalds
Principalpoop: this or the next?
Principalpoop: thumpa tween
DEXTER FONG: Cat: and try to keep this more private
H. Stones: i dont think i want to know too much about Panditts Chopper
Principalpoop: meating behind our backs?
Merlyn: Sept 30 is box of danger
DEXTER FONG: Stones: Panditt's Chopper was precursor of the Cotten Gin
Merlyn: it's on the front page http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: It's a beaut
Principalpoop: box of danger, sounds dangerous
||||||||| "Hey DeflatableTweeny!" ... DeflatableTweeny turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: any antics resembling terrorism to publicize it?
H. Stones: its one of the biggest choppers i have see, Fong, only poops was bigger
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DeflatableTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (10:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: came rushing back
Merlyn: box of danger is #4 under music/radio shows
DeflatableTweeny loves to play with revolving doors
H. Stones: Yes poop, they parked a truck bomb covered in posters
llanwydd: posters?
Principalpoop: poseurs
H. Stones: them too
Principalpoop: muslim poseurs
Honey Sanchez: Tom Poston?
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Hey, that's what I said!
DEXTER FONG: Fillmore Posters...Jimi Hendrix.....The Diibue brithers....the Grateful LKive]
Principalpoop: that sounds current, i am with it, hip
llanwydd: does this danger box have any danger from before the 2 Places album?
Bunnyboy: Lord knows where BOX OF DANGER will land at the refurbished Borders. Probably holding up a column, or something.
H. Stones: wow, fong is now talking in tongues
Bunnyboy: BRB. Bunnette arrives.
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Principalpoop: hi to bunnette
Honey Sanchez: kk bunny hb
Honey Sanchez: hb llan
DEXTER FONG: Toungue theeeeese, Strones
Merlyn: no, llan
cease: you think it is better to buy in a store here than online? does anyone do that anymore?
H. Stones: did you visit the Church of St Palin, Fong ?
llanwydd: just an audition notice
cease: i bought bride at a local cd store and that encourages them to keep some firesign in stock
Principalpoop: go to your local music store and make them order it
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Then track mud across their floor
Principalpoop: that goes without saying
H. Stones: yes, just go and dont say anything
DEXTER FONG: Stones: yes until I became Hairy and had an Epiphany or orgasm
Principalpoop: use that laser thing for epiphany
H. Stones: did you win a free Pig, Fong ?
DEXTER FONG lazes poop in a highly intense glare
Honey Sanchez: you couldn't tell the diff, fong?
Principalpoop: nice lipstick fong
Principalpoop: he is learing
DEXTER FONG: Honey: I can always tell the difference when youuu're not around
Honey Sanchez: hey!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mayor P'nisnose close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Honey Sanchez: hi mayor
Principalpoop: hail the mayor
DEXTER FONG: Hey Ho! Let's go!!!
Mayor P'nisnose: Well shift my organs if it isn't the Waiting Room
H. Stones: Long Mayor tribe Increase !
llanwydd: catherwood, get me a life
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a life.
DEXTER FONG: Come right in Mayor, no waiting
cease: hows it hanging, mayor
Honey Sanchez: fong! Ho is NOT short for Honey
Mayor P'nisnose: It could be
Principalpoop: have a seat, fong has a nice seat
Mayor P'nisnose: Why thank you. Mind if I open this window?
Honey Sanchez: well yes technically it could be...
Mayor P'nisnose: Open, Open, Open
Principalpoop: let us not get technical
Honey Sanchez: be careful not to defenestrate yerself, mayor
DEXTER FONG: Honey: Depends on what you mean short is
Mayor P'nisnose: Technical is never good
H. Stones: not too much chance of that Poop
llanwydd: I thought they hanged you, mayor
H. Stones: Remember Fong, what you dont mean wont hurty you
DeflatableTweeny: Thanks clem :)
Mayor P'nisnose: No, the water was rising, so I swam like a fishy
DEXTER FONG: Ooochies, it's a hurty
Principalpoop: what did you hear tween/
Principalpoop: ?
ah,clem: good night all
Principalpoop: the 4 castrotties?
DEXTER FONG rubs dirt in his hurty and puts on his leather helmut
||||||||| ah,clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, ah,clem exits at 10:49 PM.
Principalpoop: night ahh, clem, love to root and B
Honey Sanchez: nite clem thank you once again
Principalpoop: uh oh, thunder
DEXTER FONG: Night Clem...and thanks for the 'ound track
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Good night "Ah, Clem"
H. Stones: good night and thanks Clem
Merlyn: keep your powder dry, clem, thanks again
DEXTER FONG: Get under your desk, Clen
Principalpoop: a loud thunder, gosh
cease: stay safe, clem and bambi
Honey Sanchez: wot was clem doin in florida anyway?
Principalpoop: toad away
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith: Swim Swim Swim
Merlyn: walk to the nearest exit, clem
DEXTER FONG: A Thunder Boome, god of Italian firfeworks speciualists
Mayor P'nisnose: Antelope Freeway, 1/16th miles
H. Stones: i believe hes judging the Pole Dancing contest, Honey
Honey Sanchez: aha!
DEXTER FONG: Antelope BY-Pass 1/12th pf a mile
llanwydd: well, I will be going. great to see you all again. be back next week as usual
llanwydd: nite
Mayor P'nisnose: [Sings] 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
Honey Sanchez: bye llan have a good week
H. Stones: take care llan
Principalpoop: i am in virginia too, just check, storms coming here too, night night
Principalpoop: ed
cease: keep on acting, llan
DEXTER FONG: Well guess it's time to park my car later to those who remain or come late...later to those who go a came early
Mayor P'nisnose: Good night llan
DeflatableTweeny: bye LL
Honey Sanchez: nite poop
DeflatableTweeny: happy hunting Dex
cease: keep on parking, dex
H. Stones: good night Poop take care
Honey Sanchez: nite dexter
H. Stones: OK fong, now we can talk about poop whilst hes away
||||||||| Catherwood enters with William Cudlipp P'nisnose close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:55 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Honey Sanchez: adios friends till next time
DeflatableTweeny: Hey WC
||||||||| Honey Sanchez leaves to catch the 10:57 PM train to Albuquerque.
DeflatableTweeny: Adios, Honey
H. Stones: Anyway folks its time for me to leave now and get some shuteye, have a good week all and stay safe
H. Stones: byee
Merlyn: see ya next week people, bye now
cease: another mayor?
cease: you too stones
cease: by merl
Merlyn: two mayors, no waiting (and no goldwyn)
||||||||| At 10:57 PM, Merlyn runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| H. Stones scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's H. Stones?! It's 10:58 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: we deflate
||||||||| cease runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cease?! It's 11:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DeflatableTweeny: so it would appear ;)
||||||||| Around 11:07 PM, DeflatableTweeny walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| William Cudlipp P'nisnose - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: huh. Go away for 20 minutes, and what happens?
Bunnyboy: Quitters! ; )
Bunnyboy: Goodnight, room!
||||||||| At 11:14 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...
DEXTER FONG: This is room, Good Night fluffy bunny boy
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DEXTER FONG - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
ah,clem
Bunnyboy
BVFRD1
cease
DeflatableTweeny
DEXTER FONG
Elayne
Firebroiled
H. Stones
Honey Sanchez
llanwydd
Mayor P'nisnose
Merlyn
Mr. and Ms. John Q Smith
Principalpoop
wake (the flake) URL References:
http://www.ew.com/ew/article/0,,20228603,00.html
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/
http://www.issuesandalibis.org/campsb.html
http://www.thestranger.com/seattle/CoverArt?oid=679352

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"