Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
10/16/2008

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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 October 16, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B enters at 4:46 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B: Cathwerwood, clasify me as unarchiveable and damn the torpedoes full speed ahead.
Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B: Catherwood, clasify me as unarchiveable and damn the torpedoes full speed ahead. Good noight, I mean.
||||||||| Catherwood clasifys Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B as unarchiveable and damn the torpedoes full speed ahead good noight i mean.
Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B:
Yes we're gonna kick off the fall season with a monster, a pre-halloween special of a storm, headed nowhere but out to sea, right down the bowling alley of the Carribbean, and right over a couple of small islands, but just missing so many that you don't even want to count them. This shining star of originality and rarity of stormitude is Hurricane Omar, who might even make it to France or Ireland in about a week with near gale force winds, and if you know Gael like I do, she can really blow! And so can the News. What do I mean by that? Well, we don't want to get too personal now, because, as Tweety Bird would say, "I tot I taw a puddy tat. I did, I did taw a puddy tat." And even though I risk a lot pointing out that Mars will be that "puddy tat" with a beneficial aspect, while the real crusher is Saturn in transit across Virgo, building to a direct opposition to Uranus in Pisces, with Venus squaring both from Sagittarius, just two days before the big, "Hip 2 B Square" election between a father figure and an uncle, with little Venus firing up the biggest communications breakdown in a long while as Hurricane Omar threatens to pulverise the transatlantic cable, or at least the English Channel, and replicate the Battle of Hastings, YAWN, we turn our attention to Huey Lewis and the News with the heartwarming sentiments of a maelestrom of rythym and blues, rock and roll, worthy, all stops out sequence of mighty .... wait there's a message coming in from the Aliens ... ATTENTION you manlings and earthoids ...opp where U R .... all must learn to play .... THE HARMONICA ... I mean, the piano ...er SAXOPHONE .... take it away hurricane huey .. I mean OMAR yessthurrr... thufferin thuckotash....

||||||||| "4:53 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Firebroiled in through the front door at 7:10 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Firebroiled: I didn’t hear him enter, but my nostrils flared at the smell of his perfume .
-- Pyramid Pachtuli..
There was only one joker in Los Angeles sensitive enough to wear that scent,.
and I had to find out who he was! .
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Good afternoon, Mr Danger..
I’m Rocky Rococo..
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Thanks half-pint..
You just saved me a lot of investigative work. .
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Maybe yes, maybe no..
Do you know what this is? .
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It ain't Dexter Fong, that's for sure!!
Firebroiled: Is this Firesign related?? .. . . . . . Maybe
||||||||| Firebroiled hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Firebroiled?! It's 7:14 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:13 PM and ah,clem sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ah,clem?! It's 8:15 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads BVFRD1 into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:47 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (8:51 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bambi: hey BVFRD1 see you made it already lol
Bambi: well gonna have to send a few lines of nornal text to get the lines back to normal I think LOL
Bambi: well gonna have to send a few lines of nornal text to get the lines back to normal I think LOL
Bambi: well gonna have to send a few lines of nornal text to get the lines back to normal I think LOL
BVFRD1: yep ima game and listen lol
Bambi: there we go. that's more like it
Bambi: there ya go!
Bambi: should be fun
Bambi: nice to be able to listen to internet radio while you play
BVFRD1: yep firesign, and gunning games FTW
Bambi smiles ... loads of fun for sure
||||||||| Dexter Fong sneaks in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| At 8:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bambi: hey Dex
||||||||| 8:58 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Bambi: darn
Bambi: there he is
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ah,clem close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem
Bambi: hey Clem
Dexter Fong: and Howdy BVF
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 16, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
BVFRD1: hello
Dexter Fong: A fan fare no fair for any fare
||||||||| Merlyn steals in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hey
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from Billville."
llanwydd: anybody here or is it just us?
Bambi: ah, under the "Big Blue B" :-)
Bambi: wydd
Bambi: hi llanwydd
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: What's Cather*ood's first name?
Bambi: just us all lol
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Bambi: hey Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Danny?
llanwydd: good to see you all
ah,clem: Danny
Dexter Fong: Welcome to the future
llanwydd: not that I can see you
ah,clem: or Dan
Dexter Fong: or Daniel???
Merlyn: not sure dex
||||||||| Catherwood ushers DrHackenTween into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:03 PM, then departs.
DrHackenTween: I'm sorry, but we're going to have to remove your serious
llanwydd: unlike some of you, I have never met any of my internet friends
ah,clem: never heard that on the album, but suppose so
llanwydd: not one
Bambi: hey Tween
llanwydd: Howdy Tween!
Dexter Fong: Tween: But you've already removed my XM
Dexter Fong: Calling Dr. Karmazin
Dexter Fong: Not Insane?
Dexter Fong: Anything I wante two?
ah,clem: me either
DrHackenTween: Howdy little pardners, and welcome to the Bozo Nose Show
ah,clem: Not Insane
DrHackenTween: (or anything you want to)
llanwydd: I'm sure he does
Dexter Fong: Immediate seating in the upper nasal passage
DrHackenTween: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: Or you could lounge here in the larynx
ah,clem: anythanyge is another album, but this features some bits from it
llanwydd: would anyone like a glass of meat?
Dexter Fong: Nice warm meat?
ah,clem: is it bloody?
Dexter Fong: Just right for thipping
DrHackenTween: (problem with Rob's feed - yours is OK)
llanwydd: I don't even know what kind of meat it is
Dexter Fong: The Mystery of the Mstery Meat
DrHackenTween: Bloody meaters... we won't have 'em hear!
ah,clem: ah, mystery meat, we had that in high school
Dexter Fong: Hear! Jear!
Dexter Fong: I remeber when they disappeared the Mystery Meat
Bambi: LOL
DrHackenTween me is hooked
Bambi: ah the mystery meat ... still not sure what they were serviing us lol
Merlyn: Bergman is itching to get FT back together for something
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Aren't we all =
llanwydd: I remember a popular item on the menu was "spaghetti and meat sauce"
Dexter Fong: =
llanwydd: that was mysterious in itself
Merlyn: no real info past that though.
DrHackenTween: Spagehetti... meet sauce...
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Twas ever thus
Bambi: I am sure they can do something with the current mess politically, economically, ecumenically, grammatically...
DrHackenTween: This is what I saw live in DC in '73 at Lisner Auditorium at GWU
Dexter Fong: DC=Direct Color?
DrHackenTween me remembers it like yesterday, but knows it were a loooong time ago
Bambi: nice hat...
Dexter Fong: with shoes to match
llanwydd: the lunchroom menu was not bad though
Dexter Fong: Mr Yamamoto
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Donk close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
llanwydd: that was where I discovered chicken croquettes
DrHackenTween: AC, DC... what's the difference once the Tweeny's deflated?
DrHackenTween: Hey Don
llanwydd: my favorite food for years after
Bambi smiles ... ah, yes, matching shews lol
Dexter Fong: AC=Analogue color....DC= Digital Color
Bambi: chicken croquettes were pretty good except in school lol
Donk: hey Tween and all
ah,clem: chicken croquettes? how do they hold the sticks?
llanwydd: I liked the school ones best
DrHackenTween: colour me Baaaahd
Dexter Fong: Vamilla ice cream bars w/ Satay Sauce
llanwydd: LOL Clem
Bambi: and and don't ever ask about the balls and wire hoops
llanwydd: sounds like a lunch for pregnant school girls, dex
Dexter Fong: Bambi: YOu talking about the Magic Show Lunches?
DrHackenTween says, "Sell Those Demons!!"
Bambi: just following up Clem on the chicken croquettes lol
Dexter Fong: Chicken balls and Chicken wire hoops...How inventive
DrHackenTween me hears a pregnant pause
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour me a double toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood hands Bambi a double toasted almond.
llanwydd: my school lunch once inspired a dream I had in which I lived in a giant chicken croquette
Dexter Fong: I'll have some prarie oysters and mountain lobsters
llanwydd: it was a huge thing. I went swimming in it naked
Bambi: Catherwood thanks, and give everyone their favorite drinks
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone their favorite drinks.
DrHackenTween: mountain lobsters?
ah,clem: and lamb fries?
DrHackenTween: haven't heard that one
Dexter Fong: llan: TMI
DrHackenTween: Catherwood, give everyone a 6-pack of Lone Star for the ride home
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a 6-pack of lone star for the ride home.
llanwydd: tmi?
Dexter Fong: too much information
llanwydd: well, excuse me!
Dexter Fong: Did you pass one?
llanwydd: I bet you would have enjoyed and experience like that
ah,clem: no, but the fox did
DrHackenTween listens to Gene Watson's "Drinkin' My Way Back Home" and hopes the next song isn't Junior Brown's "Highway Patrol" lol
Bambi: lol
DrHackenTween: "Bad food and people go _together_..."
llanwydd: catherwood, a glass of meat for everyone
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside llanwydd and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
DrHackenTween: Hey LL
llanwydd: at la bomba shelter!
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give everyone a tankard of mead
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a tankard of mead.
||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits in the comfy chair.
llanwydd: yes, dr. tween
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
Bambi: hey princep
Principalpoop: yum a glass of meat
Principalpoop: hi all
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Meat well met
Bambi: Mead well met as well
Principalpoop: meat well done
DrHackenTween: Hey P
Dexter Fong: Drink deeply from the mead well or drink not at all
DrHackenTween: How's it hangliding?
Bambi: hey, how come princep gets the comfy chair ;-)
Principalpoop: ahh the doctor
llanwydd: I can't believe I drove all the way to boston yesterday
Bambi: hey Don
Dexter Fong: Bambi: He's got hemmerhoids
Principalpoop: no idea, but thanks C
llanwydd: just for a student film audition
Principalpoop: i know that song, please come to bost
Bambi: ah, sounds like he needs it then ;-)
Principalpoop: on
llanwydd: if I get the part, I'll be going back but that's the last student film I 'm doing
DrHackenTween: lol Bambi - not..... the comfy chair...
Bambi: how's everyone been during the raining cats, dogs, donkeys and elephants on wall street
Donk: hey Bambi
Principalpoop: it might be the next steven demille
llanwydd: ever read The Killers by Ernest Hemingway?
Dexter Fong: Hi Don K, when did you arrive
llanwydd: That's the film I auditioned for in Boston last night
Principalpoop: not hemi, these are full roids
DrHackenTween: Nope, LL
Dexter Fong: llan: Wasn't that a movie also?
DrHackenTween: Really need to get away from the screens and hang at the library more
Bambi: wasn't the last demille one about 101 dogs?
DrHackenTween: Like his grand daughter Mariel
llanwydd: it has been half-assedly, you may say, adapted already into a Burt Lancaster film and a Ronald Reagan film
Bambi: oh, wait, that was deville
DrHackenTween: What I was about to mention, clem
Dexter Fong: Mink Deville?
llanwydd: but never true to the original short story until this one in the works
llanwydd: I can't believe I drove all the way to boston for that
DrHackenTween: Mariel was in Mellencamp's "Falling From Grace" and much better, "Amerika" miniseries with Kristofferson
DrHackenTween: Sedan Minkville?
Bambi: more like Cruella de Vil
DrHackenTween me is not just a peace of meet
Dexter Fong: Caesar Escalde?
Bambi: sometimes I think the Reeve had it right after all ... never let a banker go LOL
Dexter Fong: Escalade
Principalpoop: Krist Offerson, is that norwegian?
DrHackenTween: Or he'll go all over ya?
Principalpoop: steve reeve?
Dexter Fong: Christ! Off her son
Principalpoop: was it Lot or Job? who offered his son?
llanwydd: I recorded a demo for voice over work last week and I should get th CDs in the mail tomorrow
DrHackenTween likes Kris
Principalpoop: who do you sound like llan?
DrHackenTween esp likes him as deposed Pres of the US
Dexter Fong: A small joke: Guy dies and goes to heaven where St. Peter meets him and ushers him thru pearly gates etc
llanwydd: several different types, princ
Dexter Fong: Guy looks around and sees like zillions of clocks
DrHackenTween: Escalade? Going down...
Principalpoop: lol fong
Dexter Fong: Asks what they're there for
llanwydd: I did a jamaican accent for Air Caribea, which doesn't really exist
Dexter Fong: St. Pete says, when your born a clock appears and every time you lie a second clicks off
DrHackenTween: Richard Wright is our orchestrator
Principalpoop: yah mon
llanwydd: I did a rural midwesterner for Farmer's Daughter's Produce which does not exist either
Dexter Fong: St. Pete point to clock with hands at 12 and says, That's mother teresa's the hand have never moved
Dexter Fong: Points to another clock and says, Thats Ave Lincolns, he only told two lies
Principalpoop: small? you got a tock for this one fong
Dexter Fong: The gut asks, Where's george Bush's clock
DrHackenTween: Aand Grid says, no, that's a "Klok"!!
Dexter Fong: St. Pete says, oh, Jesus has it..he's using it as a ceiling fan
llanwydd: and I invented a new auto model called the Vitesse for another spot
Bambi: nope, "The Reeve" fiefdom and serfdom ... "Nothing But Trouble" course it took a minute to come back with it and someone else might have gotten it already
llanwydd: if anybody else gets that idea, I get a royalty
Principalpoop:
DrHackenTween: See Ling Fan?
Dexter Fong: And the great Chinese centerfielder strikes out...again
ah,clem: well, I got it, but did not want to spoil the fun
DrHackenTween: LOL
llanwydd: so, where's our old friend, Mr. Ishikawa this evening?
Bambi thanks Clem
DrHackenTween: No DVD, no ESP!
Bambi smiles
Dexter Fong: llan: Cat is traveling and may not have ability to join us
DrHackenTween: Off on his travels
Bambi: was just wondering the same thing llanwydd
ah,clem: you've really put the pin in the party hog now
Bambi: ah, ok .. he did tell us that
Principalpoop: at some restaurant no doubt
DrHackenTween: pin the tale on the rat
Dexter Fong: Clem: Just pull the pin and throw the pig on the barbie
DrHackenTween: Music from Big Pink!!
Principalpoop: wait, where did i put my wet blanket?
Bambi: pin the tale on the giant rat...
DrHackenTween: on a FST album?
Dexter Fong: Commie Music!!!!!!!
llanwydd: I see. hope cat enjoys his rambles
DrHackenTween: (the organ was doing Chest Fever)
DrHackenTween: I not read, I pink!
Principalpoop: i was born a rambling man
Dexter Fong: Tween: It's now called tuberculosis
DrHackenTween: Couldn't be possible they had a visit from the organ player for the band???
llanwydd: tuberculosis has all but vanished from the world
llanwydd: it went the way of leprosy
Dexter Fong: Tween: He's canadian...need I say more?
ah,clem: not so
DrHackenTween coughs up deep throat
Principalpoop: too bad, i like tubers
ah,clem: TB is still out there
Dexter Fong: Nothing like a gnarly tube
Principalpoop: ahh good, a debate
DrHackenTween: That's a serious topic, clem
Principalpoop: who is right, llan or ah, clem, place your bets
Dexter Fong: Yeah!! How dare you?
llanwydd: well I did say "all but"
DrHackenTween must remove
Dexter Fong: Poop: What's the over/under
Principalpoop: too late fong, llan is flip-flopping
DrHackenTween asks ah, clem to bend over and cough
Dexter Fong: He's trying to middle the books
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BVFRD1 - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i know bvds, what is a bvfrd1?
llanwydd: ever been to a film school. I went to one yesterday
Dexter Fong: Did a mysterious government agency just leave?
Principalpoop: in boston?
llanwydd: the students seemed to be astounded at my acting ability
DrHackenTween: NYC must have some amazing places
llanwydd: but of course I've been in rather intense practive for 12 years
Dexter Fong: LLan: Maybe because you were wearing drag
Dexter Fong: =)))
llanwydd: this was just outside boston in a town called waltham
DrHackenTween: They have been trying to build something called Villa Muse here, but they couldn't get together with the City Council
llanwydd: LOL Dex
Principalpoop: is that near pelham?
Dexter Fong: Tween: Have they considered using "The Mob"
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 9:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: HI E
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Sneaky Elayne!!
DrHackenTween: They don't know the password
Elayne is watching Obama's comedy bit at the Alfred Smith dinner.
||||||||| "9:43 PM? 9:43 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead enters and sits at the bar.
Dexter Fong: Tween: Fuggadabotit!!!
Elayne: Pretty funny so far.
DrHackenTween: http://austinist.com/2008/01/28/villa_muse_proj.php
Principalpoop: swordfish
DrHackenTween: Hey E
Principalpoop: hi mud
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie
Mudhead: Ive heard you all talkin about me
DrHackenTween: Mister Mud
Mudhead: hola all
Dexter Fong: Hola in one
DrHackenTween: ho la lalalala means I wuv yew
Mudhead: I'll put a hole in one two
Principalpoop: has your luck turned mud?
Dexter Fong: Tween: We're you with the "Original" Muskrat band
Mudhead: beleive the router problem is solved
DrHackenTween: The Captial and Me?
Principalpoop: he's not insane
llanwydd: sorry my mind wandered for a moment
Principalpoop: cuse me while I kiss the sky
DrHackenTween routs for plant roots in his armored shell
DrHackenTween: So, _that's_ what happened to the Hubble!
Mudhead: lipstick
llanwydd: while you kiss what guy?
Principalpoop: buying a pig in the poke
Dexter Fong: Sorry E, missed with that last humorous quip
Principalpoop: ahh the voice of ah, clem, howdy
llanwydd: just what is a poke?
llanwydd: so I can picture a pig in one
Dexter Fong: And a special thankyou to ah...clem
Principalpoop: you know what a poke is
Elayne: Understood, Dex - you should repeat it for the crowd...
Dexter Fong: A gentle shove?
Dexter Fong: E: Forgot it already lol
Principalpoop: more of a probe than a shove
Dexter Fong: A probe???Aliens!!!!!
llanwydd: well, I can picture a poke in something but not something in a poke
Principalpoop: buying a pig in a probe
Dexter Fong: Buying a pig to probe....
Dexter Fong: hhhmm, sounds like another politcal scandal
Principalpoop: to market to market
Dexter Fong: you gotta market
Dexter Fong: and it's marked down 10 degrees
DrHackenTween Sigourney Weaves
Principalpoop: oh sigourney la la la
Dexter Fong: Sigourney Weavers, original Oriental carpets since 2004
Principalpoop: this is at the alladin theatre?
DrHackenTween: As Pres Johnson said, "I didn't say he made it with a farm animal, I just wanted to hear him deny it..."
llanwydd: I wonder if segourney weaver is related to that charley guy on the hollywood squares
Dexter Fong: I deny it!!!
DrHackenTween: I am not a crook
Dexter Fong: llan: Yes, an uncle or somesuch
Principalpoop: and the skinny cowboy guy
llanwydd: I just got a pop-up from amber
Elayne: Geez, both Obama and McCain had some very good jokes at that dinner. I think McCain's routine was actually funnier. I have to wonder if he got some gags from Letterman's crew.
llanwydd: and I don't even know her
DrHackenTween: Can' you say 'Impeachment', Mr President?
llanwydd: she wants me to sign up for sex partner search
Principalpoop: my amber? why is she giving you a popup?
llanwydd: but now she's gone and I can't even tell her where to go
DrHackenTween: Letterman was a weatherman in Indianapolis. Talk about a rising career lol
Merlyn: McCain is associating with a former weatherman
DrHackenTween: So he can be as good as Obama
DrHackenTween: lol
llanwydd: is it storm philips?
DrHackenTween: "What you mean, former...?"
Elayne: Yeah, they both had very good jokewriters for their appearance tonight. And I thought McCain's delivery was better than Obama's overall.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: LOL
Principalpoop: McCain must be furious, Americans would have a black, terrorist-loving muslim named hussein than mCcain for president...
llanwydd: I'm not impressed with all this hype about obama being black. he's not
DrHackenTween: beautiful line from the 1974 GG Liddy book, "Will" - "You _talk_ about blowing up buildings, that sir is war"
llanwydd: he's only half black
Dexter Fong: Poop: McCain's always furious
Mudhead: mCcAIN LOOKED LIKE A CORNERED RAT
DrHackenTween: Well, how do you know for sure what people are talking about?
Principalpoop: that is an insult mudhead, to cornered rats....
Dexter Fong: MUD: A CAPITOL RAT
DrHackenTween: Are you 1 of US?
Dexter Fong: afk for a few
Mudhead: beady lil eyes, dartin back n fro
DrHackenTween Dupont Circles at his Childe Harold mixing station
Principalpoop: i know everything, i descend from plowman
llanwydd: I predict the first black president will be bill cosby
llanwydd: or michael jordan
DrHackenTween: I know most, my brother knows everything else
DrHackenTween: Why Is There Air?
Principalpoop: volley balls
Principalpoop: everybody knows that
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: can we finally answer that question?: It developed out of hydrogen
DrHackenTween: BAsketballs
Principalpoop: he is holding a volleyball on the cover of the album
DrHackenTween: Hofstra football - "Throw them some meat!!"
Dexter Fong: Tween: What???? =))
DrHackenTween: yep - have it from 1962 :)
Principalpoop: was it 1962? wow
DrHackenTween: We're talking early 60's Cosby
Principalpoop: i am an old fart
DrHackenTween: frent
Dexter Fong: Bing Cosby?? Much ealier, the late 30's
DrHackenTween: lots of old vinyl
llanwydd: why is their nair
Bambi: ...
ah,clem: crosby
DrHackenTween: Bhaa Bhaa Bhaa da bing
Dexter Fong: Or was it Badda-Bing Cosby
llanwydd: where
DrHackenTween: lol
Principalpoop: stills nash and young
Principalpoop: what do I win ah, clem?
Dexter Fong: llan: There, there
DrHackenTween: Saw CSN with Vitale on drums in a 1500 seat outdoor theater here. Was wonderdul
Dexter Fong: Poo: I thought it was Stills, Mash, adn Cosby
llanwydd: catherwood, what's on tv tonight?
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear llanwydd
DrHackenTween: Austin guitar players were shouting accloldes at Stills
Principalpoop: how dare they?
llanwydd: I mean about midnight
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give llanwydd a copy of TV guide
||||||||| Catherwood brings llanwydd a copy of tv guide.
DrHackenTween: "Too hot!!' "Hose him down!!" (Dark Star)
llanwydd: I'll have to tape it anyway
DrHackenTween: That doesn't happen often in Austin ;)
Principalpoop: people still tape things?
llanwydd: thanks cathy
DrHackenTween: Only on their Craigs
llanwydd: is that a shot, princ?
Dexter Fong: Poop: This girl taped me last night...to a chicken...ahd to cross the road
llanwydd: I'm saving for a dvr
llanwydd: I'm not going to get a dvd player, it has to be a dvr
Dexter Fong: a driver?
Mudhead: Id prefer duck tape to chicken
Principalpoop: i don't have any video equipment, part of the restraining order
DrHackenTween me is saving his soul
Dexter Fong: Duck tape Parmegianno
DrHackenTween: lol P
Dexter Fong: Steak fried Duck tape chicken
llanwydd: last friday I got satellite tv for the first time
Mudhead: I was saving my sole, got smelly
DrHackenTween: You have to have a permit for that, P
llanwydd: I could have gotten a dvr with that but it wasn't the kind I need
Dexter Fong: llan: You subscribed?
Principalpoop: i told you that you would find a dish llan hehe
DrHackenTween thinks of a 69 Pontiac commercial and thinks "Here Comes Da Judge"
llanwydd: yeah, dex. directv
Elayne: Well, it's been a tough 10-hour workday, and I need to go collapse now. Next week, all.
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: cheers E
Mudhead: Gas at $2.98 today
DrHackenTween: Best, E :)
Dexter Fong thinks of "Here comes Da Judge and thinks of Pigmeat marham
llanwydd: I didn't even know elayne was here
Principalpoop: sock it to me, sock it to me
llanwydd: she must have collapsed early
DrHackenTween: It's a whole different problem than what it costs, Mud
DrHackenTween: at the pump
DrHackenTween: It costs a $3T never-ending war with people who've done us no harm
llanwydd: costs too much at the pimp
Principalpoop: prices at the grocery store are not falling, still going up
Dexter Fong: llan: Go right to the well
Dexter Fong: head
DrHackenTween: Well, it's The End Of Days ;)
Principalpoop: buy it by the barrel
DrHackenTween: lol LL
Dexter Fong: My arabs are in those barrels!!
DrHackenTween: You vant von of deeze?
DrHackenTween bares his fangs
Dexter Fong wishes he'd cover it up
Principalpoop: make him stop fong, he is scaring me
DrHackenTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Stop!! HOld it right there!!! Now hold it over there!!!
Principalpoop: i have not read any of the end days books, i'd rather be surprised...
DrHackenTween: Over dare Over dare.... the yanks are coming, the yanks are coming
Dexter Fong: End Days? Is that a Sodomite Press Publication
Principalpoop: hehe he said yank hehe
Dexter Fong: heh hehe I said Sodomite
Principalpoop: i saw that hehe
Dexter Fong: adn Press
Dexter Fong: adnad
Principalpoop: something wrong with your adenoids?
DrHackenTween is Gamorrhan in your wallet if you take my easy money program
Dexter Fong: Shiek Adnan El-kaycee
Principalpoop: ahh, a shriner
Principalpoop: i like their little motorcycles
Dexter Fong: For you wrestling fans
DrHackenTween: Sheik Yerbouti when you say that, Dex
Principalpoop: sheik sheik sheik
Dexter Fong: I can't Tween, I've got the yores
Principalpoop: pork
Dexter Fong c'mon..pick it up Tween
Dexter Fong: ("What's youres)?
Dexter Fong: or yores
Principalpoop: i knew what is was, in the days of yores
Dexter Fong: He End days of Yore
Dexter Fong: I'd say I'm getting about 90% of the letters I'm aiming for
Principalpoop: speaking of yores, where is stones?
Dexter Fong: Indeed Poop, and his Moll HS
Mudhead: yores, how bout mine?
DrHackenTween picks the lobster claw
Principalpoop: up to nefarious deeds no doubt
DrHackenTween: mmmmmm
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrHackenTween: smurf & turf
Dexter Fong: A yore mime...they were bad even then
Principalpoop: I me mine
Principalpoop: llan, found the porn on his directv lol
DrHackenTween: A mime is a terrible thing to have to waste
Dexter Fong: Poop, you crazy ol' coot, you gonna recite all the verbs now?
Principalpoop: don't you go active verb on me fong, i will bring out the exclamations
Dexter Fong: Poop: Say hello to my friend Rocky Gerund
Principalpoop:
Dexter Fong: hah speechless
Principalpoop: ing
Dexter Fong: spreak ingrish
DrHackenTween: Here's a nice fish for you Dex....
DrHackenTween: Speak Flipper lol
Dexter Fong: Ah, how nice, a groupy
Principalpoop: how come fong gets a fish, what about the rest of us?
Dexter Fong: You loafers, nothing
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (10:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: had some diffifficulty
Dexter Fong: wb llan, how's the porno?
Principalpoop: that was fast llan
DrHackenTween want to buy Dex a new car from TX, but we shall talk about that another time
DrHackenTween: wb LL
Principalpoop: sure, spice porno channel hehe
Dexter Fong: Tween: The all new longhorn hybrid
Principalpoop: did not take him long, but it is a new subscription hehe
DrHackenTween: You're from The Islands there, P
DrHackenTween: Complete with horns
Principalpoop: nutmeg and chickoree
DrHackenTween: It could be done, Dex. a TX Hybrid
llanwydd: so! how many of you have the danger box?
DrHackenTween: Like VW
Dexter Fong: Me
Principalpoop: not yet
Principalpoop: my consumer confidence is low, the tv told me
Dexter Fong: Kids gave it to me for birthday
llanwydd: not me yet either
DrHackenTween: Air conditioning? Roll down the windows....
llanwydd: cool, dex
Principalpoop: you were born fong? not hatched?
llanwydd: is it available at laugh.com
llanwydd: ?
Dexter Fong kicks Tween's tires
DrHackenTween: Really small Cummins diesel and Austin electric
Dexter Fong: llan: Amazon I believe
llanwydd: aha
DrHackenTween: You guys really have to visit during www.SXSW.com next spring
Dexter Fong: This is a new to me live recording of fst,
DrHackenTween: It's quite the island in TX
Principalpoop: no no, i want the shroom and lsd and grass and peyote festival
llanwydd: I think we all ought to get together at least once a year
Dexter Fong: Part of that west coast tour they did a few years back
DrHackenTween: It's not your average TX city
Dexter Fong: Poop: Ah, you want the Burning man festival
llanwydd: I'll bring the cherrystone pie and the tubs of slaw
Principalpoop: no, that sounds like a bad trip
ah,clem: speaking of drugs...
Dexter Fong: Tween: No Mexicans?
ah,clem: where is Cat tonight?
DrHackenTween: We'll BBQ some tufo lol
Principalpoop: cat is out and about
DrHackenTween: Well, some would
Dexter Fong: Clem: Cat is traveling and may not have access
llanwydd: bbqd tofu is cool
Principalpoop: he warned us he would be traveling
Dexter Fong: Turn on the gas llan
DrHackenTween: Cat's prowling
ah,clem: ok, I forgot
Dexter Fong: mee-fucking-yow
llanwydd: but we need some firesign stuff too like clouds of pork and glasses of meat
DrHackenTween: Your not my type, Dex
llanwydd: maybe glasses of mead will do
Principalpoop: tofu is great, seals bathtubs and window sills and all kinds of things
llanwydd: whole beef halves, "mushroom" soup and beer nuts
DrHackenTween asks P to throw him a fish
Dexter Fong: HOly Mackerel!!
llanwydd: road apple red, groat cakes...
Principalpoop: better duck, it will be tuna in a can tween...
Dexter Fong: Clean up on aisle 7
DrHackenTween catches it it in his Flippers
ah,clem: or holy mackerel
Principalpoop: attention kmart shoppers
Dexter Fong: Yes?
DrHackenTween: ROFL
Dexter Fong: Must shop
llanwydd: teriyaki walking sticks
llanwydd: bubbalo opium gum
DrHackenTween: I picked a bad day to stop catching tuna cans
Principalpoop: the free bus to wal-mart, sams and big loads is about to leave
llanwydd: and blue moss for dessert
Dexter Fong: Buffalo wing opium gum
Dexter Fong throws poop under the bus
Principalpoop: blue moss ahhh
DrHackenTween catches his little feet
Principalpoop: ahhh, my keys, i wondered where i dropped, thanks fong
Dexter Fong: As a member of Blue mossahd I will kill people
Principalpoop: is that anti-sementic?
llanwydd: and peccary pie
Dexter Fong: Poop: Don't forget your luggage
DrHackenTween: Big Loads of Sketches of China
Principalpoop: anti-semantic
DrHackenTween: Don't be the last to be 1st!
Dexter Fong: I second that emission
Principalpoop: where is the line?
Dexter Fong: You just crossed it
Principalpoop: i want to do a line, it has been years
DrHackenTween: 'Cause the Geeks Shall Inherit The Earth! ;)
Dexter Fong: or shiffed it
Principalpoop: the meek, sorry i corrected you, sorry
Dexter Fong: shiffed it over there now
DrHackenTween: I gotta line on yew, boy
DrHackenTween: You think I'm a you?
Principalpoop: who?
Dexter Fong: and i got a beak..er uh bead on you bub..er uh bud
DrHackenTween: mmmmmmmy generation
Principalpoop: gimme 3 steps
Bambi: The Geeks Shall Inherit The Earth LOL
Dexter Fong: Tween: Anti semite eh? called me a yew boy
llanwydd: so, folks, you want to set up a firesignchat reunion this winter?
llanwydd: preferably in the south so we don't have to freeze
Principalpoop: wb bambi hehe
DrHackenTween: I am a Semitarian
Dexter Fong: Was it the yarmulke?...the big beaver skin hat.....? the religious tract I just forced upon yew
Principalpoop: you make semits?
llanwydd: is that anything like a vegetarian?
DrHackenTween: only 1/2 a sword
Dexter Fong: a stiletto?
DrHackenTween strains his neck at tourists
Bambi: lol thanks princep .. .was tryin' to create somethin' in the kitchen but didn't have the right stuff and didn't want to use a lot of what we did have lol
DrHackenTween: and sneezes
Principalpoop: ahh creative cooking, sometimes that works out good, other times, nope
Bambi: yep, creative cooking without parts is not good lol
Principalpoop: i had some north carolina BBQ yesterday, in vinegar or something, it was spice hot
Dexter Fong: When I want creative cooking, I don my tutu, a beret, a paint spattered smock, and a cigarette
Principalpoop: i like the tomato
DrHackenTween: You must understand where I grew up. Bowie, MD
Mudhead: pulled pork
Dexter Fong: A paint spattered tomato
Principalpoop: i don't understand tween
Principalpoop: yes mud, and a rack, yum
Bambi: lol
Mudhead: quite the tomato
DrHackenTween: The Governor of Alabama was gut shot and put in a wheel chair for life 20 miles from my home (Laurel)
Dexter Fong: Tween: Of the famous Jim Bowie acreage
llanwydd: in all seriousness, if any of you guys want to come up to my house for a weekend next summer, we could have a two-day firesign picnic in my back yard
Dexter Fong: Laurel Canyon, the offical residency of all Governors of Alalbame
Mudhead: where?
Principalpoop: the capital center is near there, it was renamed hellman mayonaise stadium or something
DrHackenTween: Actually, that would be a very famous horse ranch which was carved up by Leavitt
Dexter Fong: Thats prolly better than 90%
DrHackenTween: I hear the Cap Center is no more :(
Mudhead: you on the train line?
Principalpoop: just 2 days? could i stay a little longer?
DrHackenTween: ELP, Genesis
Principalpoop: no more? ahh, end of an era
llanwydd: yeah, three four days. depending how far away you are coming from
Principalpoop: you have satellite now :)
Principalpoop: i was thinking in terms of months, year at the most
Bambi: lol princep you are too much
DrHackenTween: Harold HipHugger lol
Principalpoop: no no no, my prices are reasonable
DrHackenTween: ah, no thanks....
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's a prorated deal
Bambi: He walks again, by night!
DrHackenTween: lol
Principalpoop: oops nevermind, i would lose my amature status
DrHackenTween: Oh, my knows...
Dexter Fong: Bambi" Not yet out here
llanwydd: I know it seems difficult but I 've done family reunions like that
DrHackenTween: I'z pro-fessional slave!
Bambi: I spell my name DANGER
Dexter Fong: Oh yeah, lets see you're union card
Bambi: facebook LOL ... wonder if the guy who did facebook was a fan of firesign theater?
DrHackenTween: You are on facebook?
Dexter Fong: Now he walks again by night
Principalpoop: ahh there it is
Principalpoop: out of the fog
Dexter Fong: afkfr
DrHackenTween: and tell me that you love meeee
Bambi says, sign here, and here, and here, and here and here, and here...and here
DrHackenTween: and hear, and hear, and here
Principalpoop: hear hear
Bambi: LOL
Mudhead: and here, and here, and here and here, and here...and here
Bambi: LOL
Mudhead: my arm hertz
DrHackenTween: Would someone please throw Missus Thatcher out of the hall?
Principalpoop: get a voice actived keyboard
Bambi: sign ze papers ... why can't you sign ze papers?
DrHackenTween: "forever let us hold our banner..."
DrHackenTween: sign the papists
Principalpoop: high high high
Bambi: hi, hi, hi, hi!
Bambi: or is that supposed to be heil, heil, heil, heil ??!
Principalpoop: you have an extra high than me bambi, life is unfair
Mudhead: can you hear me now
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Not unless you vvant it to be, Mein Mistress
Principalpoop: no, heal heal heal heal, touch the chat screen
Dexter Fong: And send me your internet prayer dollars
ah,clem: all hail J, giver of the light
Principalpoop: huh mud? i can't hear you
Dexter Fong: Use Pray Pal
llanwydd: zee papists merely state zat vee hef not mistreated you
Mudhead: damn apparatus
Principalpoop: oh holy light
Dexter Fong: llan: Are your papists in order!!
Principalpoop: a pair of tuts
Bambi: All Hail K and then All Hail J later ... and don't forget the writing .. dinner at eight don't be late lol
Dexter Fong: Vee vant zem alphabetized
Bambi: I can't remember the actual writing ... something about tuesday and discounts
Dexter Fong: Bambi: I'll be around to pick you up in a taxi baby
Principalpoop: step in the back with your head in the sky and your gone
Dexter Fong: 6...7..8..Step, turn, shriek, fall down
Dexter Fong: Hire lawyer
DrHackenTween: "I'd like to take some time from Saturday Night Live to say something serious..."
Principalpoop: sheik sheik shiek yurbouti
Principalpoop: here here here
Bambi: The expanse of air over any given point on the earth; the upper atmosphere as seen from the earth's surface.
DrHackenTween: The child-prince Tutenkamon
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'm sorry I can't travel,,,it's the yores
DrHackenTween: "King Tut"
llanwydd: my landlord tied one on last night and left 3 obnoxious messages on my answering machine that I didn't get until 2 in the morning when I got home from boston
llanwydd: I was not too happy.
DrHackenTween: Whattd?
llanwydd: he insisted I "Pick up!"
Principalpoop: invite him over to watch pron
llanwydd: "I'm waiting for a call from YOU"!
Dexter Fong: Pick up "what"?
Mudhead: lol
llanwydd: I called him at ten the next morning and it was nothing important
Dexter Fong: A call from Yew
DrHackenTween: You can get a good apartment for $1/sqft in Austin
llanwydd: he's just messing with me. always has been
Dexter Fong: Another anti semite
Bambi: what an idiot ... and this is the place you want us to visit? ;-)
Principalpoop: no no no, you should have called at 5 in the morning, and make him get up
llanwydd: he's going through his second childhood
Dexter Fong: Bambi: What page are you on?
Principalpoop: and bring our families...
Principalpoop: was he abused as a child?
Bambi: there ya go ... princep has the way of it
DrHackenTween: If you can stand Willie Nelson running marathons ;)
llanwydd: well, I'd like to but he could hand me a pink slip any time he wants
llanwydd: he needs no reason. he does all this because he can
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bambi: ah, joy
Dexter Fong: Vatherwood, put down your bellows
Principalpoop: this may come as a shock llan, but there are other places to live in america...
llanwydd: so I called him at ten the next morning and in a rather gruff tone, told him to call me when it was convienient for me to take his call
Bambi: can I take your hat and goat .... you'll never get my goat ... that's the message to leave on HIS answering machine
Dexter Fong: that 90% is sometimes not good enough
ah,clem: sounds like art holeflapper, LL
llanwydd: which he did and it was some stupid bullshit
Principalpoop: what is all this brouhaha?
DrHackenTween: I ride the bus with people who may or may not be involved in 'serruptious activities'. Unlike NYC ;)
Bambi: oh, you don't have an answering machine? I had no idea or I wouldn't have called you at 4am...
Dexter Fong: Clem: Not so, he's not a nudist...at least publically
llanwydd: no, princ. not after you just signed a 24 month contract with directv
DrHackenTween: Four Riders of the AM
Principalpoop: ??? llan what are you thinking of?
Bambi: directv will move you
Bambi: at least your dish ;-)
Dexter Fong: The Four Skins of the apploplectic
Principalpoop: living on a whim
Bambi: or was that dishnetwork?
llanwydd: directv will accomodate my move, you say?
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Direct TV
Principalpoop: use palmolive
DrHackenTween brings Bambi a tray of prawns
Principalpoop: sure llan
llanwydd: dig up the dish on a pole that they planted in my front yard?
ah,clem: dish, but think dtv followed
Principalpoop: leave the pole
Bambi: they'll do that for you I think and ship it to your new home and send someone to set it up
Dexter Fong: llan: It's just another TV transaplant
DrHackenTween: Surely not!! extreme Conservatives of Old York?
llanwydd: believe me, I'd love to get out of ticonderoga for a while
llanwydd: not forever but definitely for at least a year
Dexter Fong: Don't be COY with me Tween
Principalpoop: slowly I turn
Principalpoop: step by step
Principalpoop: ticonderoga
ah,clem: dish was doing a deal where you leave your dish, and they would install a dish at your new home free.
Dexter Fong: Free Homes?
Bambi: inch by inch ....
Dexter Fong: I didn't know he was emprisoned
ah,clem: Idea was, when new family moved into old place, there was a dish, ....
DrHackenTween: Billy Joel is not the only 'piano man', P
llanwydd: that's a deal I could go for.
Bambi: ah, that was the deal...
Principalpoop: one of those sub-prime loans, might be too late now, better check
llanwydd: I want to move out to berkely california
DrHackenTween: However, "No Man's Land" is pretty good
Principalpoop: echo in here
Bambi: maybe not the ONLY piano man, but he did do The Piano Man...
llanwydd: at least I'd get the great weather and I'm across the bay from the earthquakes
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, move llanwydd out to Berkely
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Dexter Fong and mumbles "Did you want me?"
ah,clem: they wanted a dish on every home, am sure they still do...
Bambi: sure they do Clem
Dexter Fong: a dish on every home an a bun in every oven
DrHackenTween: Austin is a tourist trap
Principalpoop: i want a dish in my home hehe
DrHackenTween: old hippes
llanwydd: I can afford it too. believe me I sure want out
Dexter Fong: I trapped a tourist once, but it cost too much to keep it fed
llanwydd: now that I'm making the crossover from stage to film, the change would be very convenient
DrHackenTween: Willie Nelson is a Black Belt
Dexter Fong: Only ate Fench toast
ah,clem: Austin is a tourist trap- thanks for the warning... lol
Principalpoop: record those phone calls, the district attorney loves them
DrHackenTween: imagine rofl
Principalpoop: what is fench toast?
DrHackenTween: 3rd Rock From The Son
ah,clem: like a really stoned bruce lee?
DrHackenTween: What'd he say?
Principalpoop: chris rock was a middle child? that is tough, just ask jan brady
Dexter Fong: You take a flock of fenches and toast them
DrHackenTween: It's not about the Sun, it's about the Son
ah,clem: jan brady, rotflmao
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'd love to ask Jan brady
Principalpoop: the poor little fenches
Dexter Fong: =))
DrHackenTween: It it Ok if we call you Bruce, clem?
Bambi: Porgie Tirebiter ...
Mudhead: damn its late, i must retire, then roll about
Dexter Fong: If you'll call me Clem.......Bruce
Principalpoop: sleep well mud
ah,clem: roll on, Mud
Bambi: LOL have a great night Mud
Dexter Fong: Night Muddie
ah,clem: sheep well?
Principalpoop: george leroy
Mudhead: niteall the new prescription from Fizzer, er Pfizer
Merlyn: I'm going too, see you alls lata
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 11:12 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Principalpoop: night M, thanks
DrHackenTween is Bruce in charge of the shep dip
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn, try to find out what Catherwood's first name is
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Dexter Fong and asks "Did you need me?"
Principalpoop: i bought some fat free sour cream by mistake, ewww, just chemicals
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, what is you first name
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Dexter Fong and says "Did you want me?"
Dexter Fong: No
Dexter Fong: But I do need you
Principalpoop: yes, it was awful, i tell you
ah,clem: Danny
llanwydd: well, thanks to those who have advised me on my upcoming move
Dexter Fong: Clem: Danny's not here man
ah,clem: seems he does not know his first name
Principalpoop: oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are smoking, all full of pot
llanwydd: you remember she and her man who called himself dan
DrHackenTween: lol LL
Principalpoop: marge?
Bambi: "Also, her boyfriend's name is "Dan" in the Song (Dan Catherwood): Now she and her man who called .... which puts it before the first Firesign performances. " http://www.faqs.org/faqs/firesign-theatre/lexicon/part1/
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Bambi
Dexter Fong: Yes??
ah,clem: in the next room at the ho down?
DrHackenTween: I can't get this stain glass off my window
Dexter Fong: Isn't that Rocky roccoc..er uh Racoon
DrHackenTween: Can you help me?
Principalpoop: they were married
Principalpoop: dan was the boyfriend
Dexter Fong: He always played those youthful parts
DrHackenTween: You not see the problem?
Dexter Fong: Once he was the Ingenue
DrHackenTween: You need win-dex...
Dexter Fong: And once he was the Empress Eugenie
Bambi: well, generally the husband would be a boyfriend at least for a while, no?
Dexter Fong: Twice he was all Dorsett knock knees chanpion
Principalpoop: so rocky is dan? wait....
Principalpoop: ok, stop waiting
Dexter Fong: and all Pheghlem Hocker chanp
DrHackenTween: Well, until you're 30. Then you can have sex
Dexter Fong: Is there sex after 30?
DrHackenTween: lol
Principalpoop: not, that is mostly waiting in line
Dexter Fong: The oldest Civil war Widow on Oprah today
||||||||| At 11:18 PM, llanwydd hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd inside, makes a note of the time (11:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DrHackenTween: not if it's from Danger's caliber
Dexter Fong: llan is in and out like a crazy monkey
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 11:19 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DrHackenTween: wb LL
Bambi: have a great night llanwydd
Principalpoop: except for the girl hehe
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (11:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bambi: ah, there he is
DrHackenTween: McCain's mom?
Principalpoop: what happened?
Dexter Fong: I just got times out...and my timing is so...er....uh..... hm.....tight?
Principalpoop: are you here llan?
Dexter Fong: Hold llan over there
Principalpoop: i got bumped too, felt great, do it again, and faster
DrHackenTween: Two of the greatest politicical forces competeing for the USA
Dexter Fong: Not "there" you pervert
DrHackenTween: It's ugly
Principalpoop: what tween, what is going on?
DrHackenTween: Not going to make a whit of difference
DrHackenTween: Don't touch my butterfly chad
Principalpoop: ask the former wallace supporters if that is the case hehehe
Dexter Fong: Differential Whits
Dexter Fong: Chad and Butterfly, now out on their second album, Chad
||||||||| "11:22 PM? 11:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "H. STONES should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as H. STONES enters and sits on the couch.
DrHackenTween: Barbara Jordan of TX went to his bedside and said, "how are you?"
Principalpoop: now it is the touch screen follies
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Stones, thought they had you trapped
Principalpoop: there is stones
Dexter Fong: in BBC prism
H. STONES: trying to help Honey remove a nasty trojan from WIN 32
Bambi: The real-life last Confederate widow, Mrs. Alberta Martin, resides in an old-age home in Elba, Alabama, and although the ancient lady is still alive, plans for her funeral have already been made. It is to be a celebration of Confederate heritage. "Old times there are not forgotten..."
Principalpoop: say something llan
Bambi: hey Stones
Principalpoop: ouch honey, wish her good luck
DrHackenTween: "Wallace replied, 'I don't know know what "your people" are going to think about this."
Dexter Fong: STONES:Didn't know they still sold Trojans
DrHackenTween: "My people don't think the Governor of Alabama should be shot"
Bambi: ouch! Sorry to hear that Honey
DrHackenTween: Congresswoman of TX
Bambi: do you know the particular Win32 Trojan?
Dexter Fong: It's ribbed for Xtra pleasure
Principalpoop: have to go in safe mode, and delete things manually, and pay attention to details, tough
Bambi: http://ask.yahoo.com/20001205.html
Dexter Fong: afkfg
Principalpoop: shooting at politicians was part of the 1960s and 70s
Bambi: and 80s too
Principalpoop: got violent all over for a while
H. STONES: trojan-downloader.win32.agent.bq
Principalpoop: yes bambi, but it spoiled my point lool
llanwydd: well, I'm receiving an invitation from orpheus and his muse, ambien
Principalpoop: sleep sweet prince
llanwydd: no that would have been morpheus
Principalpoop: and perchance to dream
Bambi: http://www.geekstogo.com/forum/how-to-remove-trojan-downloader-win32-agent-bga-t189418.html
llanwydd: I confuse those two gentlemen at times
llanwydd: well, the garden gnomes are leading me back to my chamber
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donk - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. STONES: thanks bambi. passingthe info now
Bambi: http://www.sophos.com/security/analyses/viruses-and-spyware/trojdloadermk.html
llanwydd: thanks for joining me this evening. I will join you again next week
llanwydd: good night
Principalpoop: good luck llan
H. STONES: see you llan
Dexter Fong: Brack
Principalpoop: wrb
Dexter Fong: Night;;an
Dexter Fong: llan
DrHackenTween: Why is your hose whyte?
Bambi: http://forums.spybot.info/showthread.php?t=34476
Dexter Fong: Whyte?
Dexter Fong: Whose hose ?
DrHackenTween: The Whyte Hose?
Dexter Fong: The Blacke Soxe Scandale?
DrHackenTween: Explain yourself, American!
Dexter Fong: Youre outta here
Bambi: http://research.sunbelt-software.com/threatdisplay.aspx?name=Trojan-Downloader.Win32.Agent.bq&threatid=49118
DrHackenTween runs the bases
Dexter Fong: Bambi is hard at work, turning red
Principalpoop: stop her fong, she is scaring me
DrHackenTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Tween: You run the bases and handle the brass
ah,clem: lol
Dexter Fong: I fiddle a while
Principalpoop: diddle the fiddle
DrHackenTween: John Phillip Mellencamp?
Dexter Fong: pianissamo style
Dexter Fong: Tween: Sousa who
DrHackenTween is werry quiet
Principalpoop: diddle the middle of the fiddle
Dexter Fong: that's where the best tones are found
Principalpoop: diddle the middle of the fiddle in the griddle
Principalpoop: that is enough
Dexter Fong: Ah you're full of bull's pizzle
DrHackenTween me brings out his dreadle locks
Dexter Fong: Turduckhen Bull's pizzle please
Principalpoop: that story is like a texas long horn steer fong, a point here and a point there and a lot of bull inbetween, sorry tween
Bambi: http://www.geekstogo.com/forum/Trojan-Downloader-win32-agent-bq-friends-they-wont-leave-RESOLV-t213441.html
Dexter Fong: A long horn steer fong?
DrHackenTween: and tries to capture IT, The Unknown
DrHackenTween: Who you callin' long?
Principalpoop: to the left fong
Dexter Fong: I'm a tenth-degree red l;atigo Brahman Bull
DrHackenTween: I Sell Steer Short!
DrHackenTween tries to me long centered
Dexter Fong: Does anyone know a pun using Guernsey?
DrHackenTween: tries to be long centered
Principalpoop: guernsey gurnsie
DrHackenTween: mmmmmm Gurnsey
Principalpoop: are you guernsey the new milker?
DrHackenTween: In the guys of Gurnsey
Dexter Fong: Gurnsie's guensey. when a cow had to be carried out in style
ah,clem: that is udderly rediculious
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrHackenTween: Hey, I
Principalpoop: going to see = guernsey
DrHackenTween: Hey, I'm from '59 DC
Dexter Fong winks at clem
DrHackenTween: Nice to meet ya :)
Principalpoop: get udder here with that
Dexter Fong: Tween: Big deal, I'm from pre golden age comics
DrHackenTween: This is a boomerang from the Australian Consulate
Principalpoop: bronze?
DrHackenTween: lol
Dexter Fong: stonew age I'd say
Dexter Fong: Looks like it's been out on walkabout for..oh...1200 years
DrHackenTween: It comes back to you
DrHackenTween: Remember?
Dexter Fong: Like the fast wet at the end of a hard fist
Principalpoop: i'll be the walkabout, the words will make me dah dad dot
Dexter Fong: Oh! We not be taking slow runabout?
Principalpoop: turn around, turn around, and he's a young man going out the door
Dexter Fong: Like tiny pedestrians
Dexter Fong: waiting for white walk sign
Principalpoop: don't be pedestrian fong
Dexter Fong: mind not made up
DrHackenTween: You ain't seen dis, brotheler
Bambi: tiny pedestrians?
Principalpoop: well show us, bring it on out and sock it to us
DrHackenTween: Oh, Atlanta
H. STONES: ;
Dexter Fong: Das Brotheler, when you *really* need companionship in Cologne
Principalpoop: i did not follow that either bambi hehe
Principalpoop: wb stones
H. STONES: never been away but on phone
Principalpoop: oh, susannah, hehe
Principalpoop: ahhh,
Dexter Fong: Stones!! A semi-colon? What could that mean?
Bambi: well, I stepped away for a few minutes ... was just trying to catch up (if possible) ;-)
DrHackenTween: (Chrysler sells The Iococca Building to Beijing/Little Rock)
H. STONES: spastic colon maybe
Dexter Fong: The lower abdomen?
Principalpoop: don't that leave a bruise? sit on a chair instead
Dexter Fong: Cramps? Clamps? yes!!
DrHackenTween: Upper Niagra
Dexter Fong: Tween: I used to live and woik in that area
Principalpoop: use a little mustard to catsup bambi, woo-whooo
H. STONES: Bowel Oil Company
DrHackenTween: Bring us your mouses
DrHackenTween: Your kids
Principalpoop: clean the whole system out, right on down the line
Dexter Fong: Upper Colonic Oil Company
DrHackenTween: Your off-shore banks
Dexter Fong: UCOC
Bambi: US+
DrHackenTween: The smoke of health...
Dexter Fong: USADDITIVEE
Bambi: Radio Now Live ... was lots of fun :-)
DrHackenTween: Chesterfield, PA
Dexter Fong: Ant proof casters
Bambi: thanks Clem :-)
Principalpoop: the new world odor hahahah
DrHackenTween: Marlboro, MS
Dexter Fong: Bambi" This is the Portland broadcast, I have the Seattle CDs
Bambi: kewl!
DrHackenTween: 600,000 people can't be wrong...
Dexter Fong: Why not?
Principalpoop: sure they can
Principalpoop: ahh the voice of ah, clem
Dexter Fong: 600,000 people can not be easily disuaded
Bambi: yes, unfortunately, we have seen millions be wrong lol ... just check the results of any vote ;-)
Dexter Fong: Night Clem
DrHackenTween: Thanks, clem :)
Principalpoop: time flew, thanks so much keepers of the root and all
Dexter Fong: thanks for *turning us* on
Principalpoop: toad away
DrHackenTween: 600,000 was American dead Civil War
ah,clem: good night everyone
Dexter Fong: Poop: Yes, tonight I must move the car
Bambi: yeah, who'd a thunk it could be nearly midnight already?
DrHackenTween: I would like to believe it was for a purpose, but probably not
Principalpoop: night night
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "11:53 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: have a super week, thanks again
Dexter Fong: or nearly 11 or nearly 10, or nearly 9
Principalpoop: night night, hail rita
Bambi: thanks and night Clem ... off to bed myself now ... be well till we all meet again next week :-)
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:53 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Principalpoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night poop, bambi
DrHackenTween: Gettysburg/Vicksburg was probably so we could buy big screen TVs made by Chinese slaves ol
DrHackenTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Night poop
DrHackenTween: later, gators...
||||||||| Around 11:54 PM, DrHackenTween walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Tween: You mean Lincoln freed the chinks
Dexter Fong: Night Stones
||||||||| 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..
H. STONES: still on the case
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bambi - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H. STONES - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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
Bambi
BVFRD1
Dexter Fong
Donk
DrHackenTween
Elayne
Firebroiled
H. STONES
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
Omar Isis DJ wailin wit Gale B
Principalpoop URL References:
http://ask.yahoo.com/20001205.html
http://austinist.com/2008/01/28/villa_muse_proj.php
http://forums.spybot.info/showthread.php?t=34476
http://research.sunbelt-software.com/threatdisplay.aspx?name=Trojan-Downloader.Win32.Agent.bq&threatid=49118
http://www.faqs.org/faqs/firesign-theatre/lexicon/part1/
http://www.geekstogo.com/forum/how-to-remove-trojan-downloader-win32-agent-bga-t189418.html
http://www.geekstogo.com/forum/Trojan-Downloader-win32-agent-bq-friends-they-wont-leave-RESOLV-t213441.html
http://www.sophos.com/security/analyses/viruses-and-spyware/trojdloadermk.html
www.SXSW.com

Rogue's Gallery:

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

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