Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
06/18/2009

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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for June 18, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 6:46 AM and Firebroiled waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 6:46 AM and And now Secret Conversations waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
And now Secret Conversations: CATHERWOOD: "I'll be gone for thousand years!"
NANCY: "Gee, that's longer than anyone's ever been gone before."
CATHERWOOD: "But to you it will seem only a moment . . . . . . . Very well, my dear, "Forward Into The Past!"
NANCY: "I hope he gets back before all this dry ice melts."
||||||||| Catherwood verys And now Secret Conversations's dear "forward into the past"
nancy "i hope he gets back before all this dry ice melts".
Firebroiled: . . . . so hop in your wife
and head in any direction
on the freeway of your choice,
and we’ll see you in a couple of hours,
here at Ralph Spoilsport Motors,
the World’s Biggest, here in the City of Fine Music.

Thanks for the insurrection,
and now back to our morning concert of afternoon showtime favorites
-- the Magic Bowl movement
from Symphony in C Minus

by Johann Amadeus Matetsky.
Firebroiled: Ah, my bony boy!
In the Estonian Mountains,
we used to go to sleep
leaning up against a wind-fall.

I was but a mere pratt then.
I’ll never forget the time
a snake slithered into my wife!

I wasn’t but knee-high to a married grasshopper then.

Never saw the woman again. . . .
And now Secret Conversations: Say hello to Firebroiled, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood says "hello, firebroiled"
Firebroiled:

He’s been up for a week, but he’s coming down!
||||||||| At 6:48 AM, Firebroiled rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
And now Secret Conversations: Picture me in a gossip mag on the Senate cloakroom floor, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood pictures And now Secret Conversations in a gossip mag on the senate cloakroom floor.
And now Secret Conversations: Do your thing, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to And now Secret Conversations and queries "Did you want something?"
||||||||| At 6:51 AM, And now Secret Conversations vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Smuggly Thighspander enters at 6:55 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Smuggly Thighspander: Godfrey Daniels, pesky redskin! Which ways Goshen?
Smuggly Thighspander: Grant me audience, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood grants Smuggly Thighspander audience.
Smuggly Thighspander: Hear ye hear me, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood hears Smuggly Thighspander.
Smuggly Thighspander: Four score and some odd years ago, our four fathers, Larry Moe, Curly Joe and Shemp, were the three stooges.
Smuggly Thighspander: Say happy fathers day, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood says "happy fathers day"
||||||||| Smuggly Thighspander leaves at 6:59 AM, 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..."
||||||||| ah,clem sneaks in around 8:44 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern time'
||||||||| At 8:45 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, ah,clem!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn in through the front door at 8:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: hallooooooooo?
Merlyn: Hey Catherwood, what is the time?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 8:59 PM"
Merlyn: thanks, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're welcome."
||||||||| BootToTheTween tiptoes in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 18, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
BootToTheTween: Hi Merl
BootToTheTween: hmmmmmmm - have a good connection to the audio feed, but no sound
||||||||| cease steals in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
BootToTheTween: Hi cease
cease: tween, merl
Merlyn: hey
Merlyn: cooking stuff, so I'm not always right here
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
BootToTheTween: Greetings, ah, clem
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:05 PM and Otto Yamamoto waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: hey, the clemster
BootToTheTween: Aha - there's the audio
ah,clem: cat got my wire again
Merlyn: I still have no audio
ah,clem: did an opening, but will have to do it again, lol
Merlyn: except a slight buzzing
Merlyn: but that could be me I guess
ah,clem: soon Merl, soon
cease: im not getting any sound on cni
BootToTheTween: I am now
cease: hey otto, meet auto
ah,clem: ah the buzz, can fix that too hey Root!
BootToTheTween: Try this link: http://icecast.oncomputers.info:8000/cni
BootToTheTween: less delay
cease: oh no, its bad music
BootToTheTween: lol
Otto Yamamoto: Buzzing. It's the goddam Bees ans Spiders
Merlyn: I get nothing, tween
ah,clem: not that bad, jusr hillbilly music
BootToTheTween: That must be it
Merlyn: maybe quicktime can't play it
Otto Yamamoto listens to Joe Strummer
Merlyn: do you know the format, tween?
Otto Yamamoto: Try Slowtime or Mark Time
BootToTheTween: Format?
cease: thankfully the iranians are more techno savy
BootToTheTween: We have a format here?
BootToTheTween: and yes, there is a hum
cease: aha a fiesign like sound
BootToTheTween: What is Bambing about?
Merlyn: it's the FUTURE!
Merlyn: finally got here!
cease: inshallah
cease: aha, the great clem voice
cease: hey clem, did you get the hollywood nightshift file?
ah,clem: aw shucks, it's just the equipment
BootToTheTween: All hail The Clem
ah,clem: no Cat, did you not get Bambi reply? I could not d/l it
ah,clem: asked you send by send this file if you could
||||||||| Dr Memory waltzes in at 9:14 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: i sent it with the programme she specified and it said it went thru
cease: bummer
Merlyn: it's doctor...uh...
cease: cant you just go to google, look it up and download it wyourself?
ah,clem: to me or her?
cease: is that kend?
Merlyn: ...doctor....
Merlyn: ...uh..
Merlyn: MEMORY!
cease: Send This File, clem
cease: it said it got to you. bambi told me to use that format
ah,clem: what email did you send to?
BootToTheTween: Ditto cease, Mr. Clem
cease: bambi
cease: hye kend, or?
||||||||| 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 llanwydd plummets into the garden at 9:17 PM.
ah,clem: ah, well she did not get it to me, so not tonight
BootToTheTween: Ah, thought it was a request
llanwydd: I hope I'm in the right place
cease: hey llan
BootToTheTween: nevermiiiiind
BootToTheTween: Hey LL
cease: no, its the wrong place
BootToTheTween: The Old Same Place, LL
llanwydd: is this alt.comedy.python?
cease: i sent it to you, jim.
ah,clem: at the wrong time
cease: i corresponded with bambi
ah,clem: that is why we meet here
cease: the parsely and the sage are right
ah,clem: but we left them
llanwydd: never seems like a whole week, does it?
ah,clem: depends on the week
BootToTheTween: Time doeth fly
llanwydd: that's true
BootToTheTween: -- ÒTime flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.Ó - ~ Groucho Marx-
cease: not near obama
llanwydd: lol
BootToTheTween: True, cease
ah,clem: only for us old folks, trust me, for the young ones 3 to 3:15 pm is a very long time
llanwydd: is Dr Memory a former regular? seems like I remember somebody by that name around here years ago
BootToTheTween: a matter of perspective, for sure
llanwydd: see, I remember the future
ah,clem: forget it
llanwydd: lol
cease: doesnt sound like kend
llanwydd: I have to drive 45 miles to buy tires tomorrow
llanwydd: it should be worth the trip
cease: good way to break in the new tires
llanwydd: true
||||||||| Dr Memory walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| 9:24 PM -- Dr Memory enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
llanwydd: that's where he can read us
||||||||| Dr Memory dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dr Memory?! It's 9:24 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
ah,clem: take it from me, Ken, aka dr headphones has no memory, but a brilliant archivist
llanwydd: I remember dr headphones and I remember kend but dr memory is vague
ah,clem: many thought this was new material when it was aired on satellite, but it predates dwarf
ah,clem: ie recorded before 1970
cease: i thought about the same time, clem
cease: i was in la when they played dwarf on their hour hour show in the summer of 70. this came after that
ah,clem: yes was just before Dwarf, Cat
llanwydd: was LA smoggy in those days, cease?
ah,clem: durring the release
||||||||| BootToTheTween departs at 9:29 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
cease: indeed, llan
Merlyn: before actors got into politics?
cease: it was foggy the night they played dwarf for the first time
cease: no,, alas. merl.
ah,clem: that was smoke, Cat
cease: al already had george murphy as senator and reagan was gov then
llanwydd: quite a memory, cat
cease: no enough to become a doctor though
llanwydd: I have an amazingly accurate memory of the night I saw FST live
cease: that would be worth remembering, llan
ah,clem: may have been drugs involvled, lol
llanwydd: I remember so much of the material and some of it was never released
ah,clem: why I seek out these rare prints, many of which later became albums
ah,clem: at least parts of them
llanwydd: I wrote a mini review of it at bobsbrazerko lounge that somebody lifted for use in the album review section of firesigntheatrelegacy.com
Merlyn: that would be me
cease: thats better than a micky at ground zero
||||||||| Catherwood leads H.Stones into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:33 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: you did!
ah,clem: lol Merl
llanwydd: glad you did, merl
cease: and speaking of stones....
ah,clem: good evening Mr. Stones
Merlyn: some albums didn't have many online reviews, so I got what I found
H.Stones: good evening one and all
Merlyn: did you notice the Dear Friends review?
llanwydd: I must have read it
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'BootToTheTween', just granted probation at 9:34 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: and the same to you, whatever time of day it is where you are
llanwydd: Hey Stones!
ah,clem: night actually, for the great defective
Merlyn: it's actually a notice about a hoax computer virus named "Dear Friends": http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/albums/album.php?album=df
llanwydd: but I'll go back and read it tonight, Merl
ah,clem: but that is what uncle sigmond's peruvian cocoa powder is for
llanwydd: I just looked at it, Merl. that's hilarious!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong in through the front door at 9:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
BootToTheTween: Evening, Stones. Has the entire Brit government resigned yet?
BootToTheTween: Hi Dex
ah,clem: and about time too, dex
H.Stones: am having browser probs
llanwydd: Hey Dex!
Dexter Fong: Hi peoples
cease: hey fong
||||||||| Principalpoop sashays in at 9:37 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: I'm sorry clem, I'll try to be earlier
BootToTheTween: What flavor of browser are you using?
cease: i saw the vermeer show in vancouver today
ah,clem ;)
BootToTheTween: Evenin' P
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
Principalpoop: hi, good luck stones
cease: as opposed to seeing the vermeers in nyc
llanwydd: Hi Princ!
cease: hi poop
Principalpoop: hello hello hello
Principalpoop: what is the rod?
Dexter Fong: And a gushing hello to tween, cat, Stones, llan, merlyn, and faded otto
BootToTheTween: We hunt those in TX, cease
ah,clem: what was the line? hail and well met?
llanwydd: I don't know vermeer but I know vermont
H.Stones: sorry, Firefox crashed
Principalpoop: What's my line?
BootToTheTween: Better than sleet and well met
Dexter Fong: llan: vermeet is what they used before they invented veneer
ah,clem: don't browse porn sites, lol
BootToTheTween: Ah, that's it
llanwydd: lol dex
cease: http://www.vanartgallery.bc.ca/the_exhibitions/exhibit_vermeer_rembrandt_and_the_golden_age_of_dutch_art.html
H.Stones: i dont browse them clem, they follow me back from music sites
cease: great stuff
ah,clem: ah
Dexter Fong: stones: Don't accept cookies from strangers
ah,clem: that splains it
Merlyn: This guy is pretty neat too: http://www.visionsfineart.com/ocampo/aa_index.html
BootToTheTween: Very nice, cease
cease: the most moving was a painting by de Hooch, i think called a mother's duty
H.Stones: i installed a brand new drive and all software but since then IE has been rather slow and firefox is little better
BootToTheTween: Sedona's freakin' beautiful
cease: reminded me of fumiyo extracting lice from bit's hair when we lived in japan
Merlyn: I like Vision of Quixote
BootToTheTween: Sounds like a job for aunti-virus, Stones
Dexter Fong: Tween: Anti-virus won't stopem
Dexter Fong: They're in everybodies hair
BootToTheTween: Very Dali-esque, Merl
cease: also good pix by andreas gursky. the dutch focused on tiny people, gursky is large photos of large crowds
BootToTheTween: No doubt' Dex ;)
H.Stones: ran five different virus programs, and double checked the firewall but all is ok, i think SP3 in XP hosed the installationl, will run system file checker soon as the builders have finished smashing up my house
cease: at least they're not in everybody's heir
Dexter Fong: Giant dust mites
Principalpoop: that site crashed my firefox M
Dexter Fong: Convertible bed bugs
llanwydd: got mail. brb
H.Stones: which site, PP ?
cease: there was a flick along with the show, i saw some of it. famous limey dude tlaking to others about vermeer. forget his name
Merlyn: sorry PP
cease: verfy good show
Merlyn: just google for Octavio Ocampo images
Principalpoop: visonsofafinefart
||||||||| Dr Memory enters at 9:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
cease: the guy who did Disbelief, which is on the detroit pbs station now
Principalpoop: i remember dr. memory
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:44 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dr Memory by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
BootToTheTween: Hello Doctor
cease: its a dif doc, poop
cease: hi nurse
Dexter Fong: Goodbye Doctor
Principalpoop: how do you know?
cease: the real doc mem would have spoken
H.Stones: Doctors are so expensive nowadays
Dexter Fong: Maybe he's not operating Cat
cease: then how is he here?
Principalpoop: we need to be patience, be a patient
Dexter Fong: He was driven here
cease: not in the uk, stones
BootToTheTween: Patience?? How long does that take?
cease: or maybe, driven insane? just like the future
Dexter Fong: all over again
H.Stones: not for much longer cease
Dexter Fong: Mercy Mercy
Principalpoop: waitstill
Dexter Fong: standup
Principalpoop: sit down fight fight fight
cease: and otrher cannonball aderly classics
H.Stones: i cannot stand up, i am saving this sanitary pedestal for someone
Dexter Fong: We don't drink...We don't smoke...Norfolk! Norfolk!!
Principalpoop: how about that naked moana lisa, that devinci was a rogue
BootToTheTween: lol
Principalpoop: those are not tits, it is art!
H.Stones: the helicopter on her head was pure genius
cease: i thought he was gay
Dexter Fong: If it's art, dem is breasses
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: wb redpill
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: It's a ffabulous Pill BROTHER
H.Stones: Sir Tween, you have more names than a Tolkien character
Principalpoop: if she stretches out her arms, her armpit hair is a long as, well never mind
BootToTheTween: Hmmmm - that's not me
H.Stones: have you been cloned ?
Otto Yamamoto: No?
Principalpoop: bard of austin
BootToTheTween: Nope
Principalpoop: prove it
ah,clem: an interesting approach, but it's not us
H.Stones: turn on your cloaking device
Dexter Fong: Tween: Isn't mudhead around raonoke VA?
Principalpoop: that is me fong
BootToTheTween: I've used that moniker, but I didn't log in with it tonight
Dexter Fong: Sorry poop
ah,clem: mud is in CT
cease: speaking of austin, google hollywood nightshift
H.Stones: its Doc Memory, hes forgot his name again
cease: i found a show there, i tried to send it to clem but he didnt get it. but anyone can
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please show RedPillTweeny the exit
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
cease: its very funny and hard to guess ausitn's voice, often
BootToTheTween: I guess it's just another Government Tweeny ;)
cease: depends on the government
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's llanwydd, just back from New York."
Dexter Fong: oooh! snubs!! how upper class!!!
llanwydd: anybody still here?
Dexter Fong: wb llan
Principalpoop: qv ;;sm
llanwydd: spligoba
cease: depends on who you call anybody, llan
Principalpoop: keyboard shift, oops
cease: better than Red Shift
cease: stones, how is honey?
Principalpoop: i wear a red shift, with my black boots and white peasant blouse
Dexter Fong: Irving Berlin haad the greatest keyboard there ever was
cease: walking through all the rooms of dutch painting, what drew me to it was how birghtly a certain colour stood out
H.Stones: thanks for asking cease, she is holding her own and dealing with NM paper keepers
Otto Yamamoto: 104 keys?
Dexter Fong: He could only play in the key of C..to play in another key, the whole keyboard shifted to the appropriate position
cease: the vermmer was micro, but some of the big ones were worth paying attention to
llanwydd: irving berlin lived to be very old
cease: hye otto
llanwydd: funny how he stopped writing songs early life though
ah,clem: we don't care about your private life, or what his name is PP
llanwydd: maybe he thought he couldn't compete with the newcomers
Principalpoop: Put down that pickle ahhhh, clem
Dexter Fong: Pick up that knocker, clem
Principalpoop: and shake it all about
H.Stones: clem has a nice pair of knockers
Dexter Fong: Front and back door? Stones
ah,clem: but they vanished mysteriously
Principalpoop: no idea who varnished them?
Dexter Fong: ...the night she walked out the foor
Dexter Fong: door
Dexter Fong: or foot
cease: wo i remember having tests like this
||||||||| It's 10:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H.Stones: he should have taken the blue pill
BootToTheTween: That was odd
Dexter Fong: I'm still taking these kind of tests
Dexter Fong: Home study course
cease: maybe he's colour blind
Principalpoop: that usually happens when married for the first time
cease: vermeer would not have enjoyed being colour blind
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Otto Yamamoto: Gave em the brush-off
Principalpoop: color dammit color
Principalpoop: durn furinner
Dexter Fong: ferenghi
||||||||| Around 10:02 PM, Otto Yamamoto walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Otto Yamamoto close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
Principalpoop: imagine if we wrote coloured only on the water fountains? get serious
Dexter Fong: Otto has gone and come, just like Joe Turner
cease: i remember those
Principalpoop: in and out otto, as she said
cease: did joe hill come back to life?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Wrote it only on fountains serviced by Blackwater Group
Principalpoop: hard to believe cat, and yes
Principalpoop: blackwater is now called Xi
Principalpoop: lousy so and sos
Dexter Fong: soandso bastards
Dexter Fong: for you Mitchener fans
Principalpoop: i almost said that hehe
cease: ah, the clem voice
BootToTheTween: I'm here - just working in the kitchen :)
Dexter Fong: How about to audio, Clem
ah,clem: ah
Principalpoop: there is some new, try to catch it
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:05 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: hi el
Principalpoop: hehe, doing it all by himself hehe
Dexter Fong: Don't play by yourself, clem..twill make you dea
Otto Yamamoto: hullo
Dexter Fong: Hi E!!
Merlyn: hey E
Principalpoop bows and flourishes his hat, hi E
cease: the drug agency, dex?
Principalpoop: the DEA are a bunch of jerk offs
Principalpoop: can I say that?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Heh? what's that young feller?
cease: i don tthink you'l;l be censored here
Principalpoop: the other other button ah, clem
cease: hows it going, el?
H.Stones: I now have audio contact with Honey in NM, she sends greetings
BootToTheTween: Evenin' E
Principalpoop: greeting honey, all our best
cease: and our best to her
Dexter Fong: Greet her in return Stones
Elayne: Wet, Cat. It's been raining more here than in Seattle.
cease: we need rain here
Elayne waves to Honey.
cease: lawn drying up
Elayne: Cat, take as much of ours as you want, we have a surplus...
BootToTheTween: Best wishes, Honey
Dexter Fong urges Honey to wave to elayne
Elayne: Seriously, I don't remember what it's like to be dry.
H.Stones: honey says Greetings from Stamp Toilet in NM to all in the FT roomsters
cease: sounds like old twilight zone episode
Dexter Fong: Cat: Heard about that cougar (Feline not older woman) attack there in Van
Principalpoop: need to start figuring out what a cubit is E?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Otto Yamamoto: Dry? What's that? Good thing I have a lif raft in my van
cease: yes big sdtory here. but day befoe anohter cougsr scared off by tiny dog
Elayne: Just about, PrinPoop.
Dexter Fong: OFFICIAL TYPE RECORDS FOR NYS Weather in june.....0 (zero) totally clear days....14 out of 18 days at least some rain
Otto Yamamoto: It's like bloody Seattle out here'
Elayne: Hey! Those tiny dogs can be vicious!
cease: all well at work, el?
Principalpoop: strange weather all around the planet
Elayne: Yeah Dex, that's pretty unheard of.
Elayne: Very well, Cat, except I'm doing lots of overtime. But I don't mind it, we need the money.
cease: good that you can get it then
H.Stones: weather nice here at the moment
Elayne: It's just I get home at like 8:30 or 9 then I don't really want to do anything but go to bed.
Principalpoop: ok lets go hehe
Dexter Fong: (sex maniac)
cease: that makes sense. i know how far you are from where you work
Principalpoop: Present!
Dexter Fong: I like presents too poop
Dexter Fong: BUT DON"T TRY TO TAKE LIBERTIES
Dexter Fong: sorry 'bout that
Dexter Fong: It's that damn stick shift
Principalpoop: there was police detective veteran in miami, horrible life for 20 years, changed jobs, had to commute 2 hours everyday, and gave it up because the pressure and aggravation...
Elayne: It's usually a decent commute home, I walk less than half a block from the office to the bus, then about half a block from the bus to my house. But tonight my iPod battery ran out. :)
cease: thats great el
Principalpoop: ahh nice, you can sit and ipod, not caught in traffic
||||||||| Outside, the 10:14 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Gad! What a blow
Principalpoop: wb llan
H.Stones: llan likes travelling on busses a lot
Otto Yamamoto: That's a crisis-no iPod battery!!
Dexter Fong: Anyone know who's singing this song
llanwydd: well, I'm a bozo
Principalpoop: aretha jefferson
Dexter Fong: too late I guess
Dexter Fong: Poop: Nope..this is a fifties song
cease: she don remember, the queen of soul, hey 19
llanwydd: I'd rather be a bozo than an ozob
Elayne: 'S all right, I can't keep my eyes open in this weather anyway, I drifted off to the silence a few times...
cease: maybve not in albanian, llan
Principalpoop: ciao E
Elayne: Speaking of which, time to collapse. Maybe I'll get home a bit earlier next week.
Dexter Fong: take the express Elayne
llanwydd: nite elayne!
cease: all the best, el
H.Stones: ok El, take care and have a good week
llanwydd: yes there is a time to collapse
Principalpoop: the plants love the rain, silver lining and all that crap
Dexter Fong: And a time to arise
H.Stones: get down Fong
Dexter Fong: I'm up with that Stones
Principalpoop: i blame the weather on mudhead being in connecticut
llanwydd: anybody see any good movies lately?
Dexter Fong: Sure! Me too!
H.Stones: whats this about several feet of hail in NJ ?
Principalpoop: other than pron?
Dexter Fong: Poop: YOu mean Tron?
llanwydd: I remember hail in NJ
Principalpoop: no i don't, hehe
llanwydd: first garden I ever planted got ruined by hail
H.Stones: yes llan, i just bought the South Park movie, Team America, World Police, i pissed myself laughing
Dexter Fong: Oh! YOu mean Torn
llanwydd: haven't heard about that one, stones
H.Stones: its puppets on strings in the Gerry Anderson style
H.Stones: and very funny
Principalpoop: i watche dirty rotten scoundrels again, that is fun
Dexter Fong: Now don't noone go 'way..I'll be right back after this afkfr
llanwydd: I saw DRS when it came out
H.Stones: and now a message from Fongs sponsors
llanwydd: I remember I saw it in scranton, pa
Principalpoop: i probably did too
cease: good luck parking, dex
cease: llan, i can hear wc fields say that
llanwydd: yes, yes indeed
Principalpoop: i got dropped off while hitchhiking in scranton, right in front of the governors house hehe
llanwydd: most dismal city in the world
llanwydd: on the whole, I'd rather be in philadelphia
Principalpoop: i almost said that, did not know if you had lived there and called it home
cease: ive onlyu been in phily train station.
llanwydd: no but I lived for more than a year in carbondale which is a few miles north
Principalpoop: downtown philly at night is like a movie
H.Stones: i hear that Obama plans to re-invent the train
Principalpoop: yes we can, change
cease: japan has had fast trains for 45 years. america is just getting interested
Dexter Fong: Cat: afkfr means I'm going for a refill. I'm pre-parked for tonights festivities
cease: id love to take trane from here to la. cant do it
H.Stones: yes, cease, it amazes me that the trains over there are so slow
llanwydd: well the problem for hst in the U.S. is they have to make so many stops
llanwydd: in japan there is a lot of space in between cities
Dexter Fong: Stones: We live a more relaxed pace of life
cease: on the east coast i guess you have good service
H.Stones: we have lots of stops in the UK but we still run trains up to 125 mph
Principalpoop: we prefer to tool along at 100 mpg in our SUVs and pickups in our private train car
Dexter Fong: Besides< i'ts very hard for the hobos and rod riders to hop a train going 185 mles an hour
llanwydd: I took amtrak from RI to FL back in 87. took 29 hours
cease: ive crossed canada by train. most unpleasent
Dexter Fong: Train pulls into station and there's about a dozen and a half of arms haning from the train
Principalpoop: yes more than twice as long than driving, bizarre
H.Stones: the train or canada, cease ??
cease: lol stones
Dexter Fong: lol Stones
Otto Yamamoto: Ha
llanwydd: I'd love to have a bullet train run through my town
H.Stones: as oil lbecomes more expensive the age of the train will return
Principalpoop: rimjob
Dexter Fong: Both? maybe STONES
Otto Yamamoto: Store's closing, eh?
Principalpoop: or what do you call it?
Dexter Fong: jobshot
Otto Yamamoto: RIM? Who's got the Blackberry]
Principalpoop: ahh rimshot, thanks
cease: ive crossed europe, japan and canada by traink, and us from dc ton nyc.
llanwydd: in fact one came up here in the early 90s but not on it's own power. it was pushed by some electric thing
cease: in gneral i'd say train stations give you little idea of the city its in
Otto Yamamoto: The age of the train has come for me: I has no car
llanwydd: they just brought it here to show everybody along the train route what we could have if they could afford to run it, I guess
Dexter Fong: Thought you had a van?
Dexter Fong: Yam
H.Stones: well cease, the general idea is that you get of the train then leave the station and look around
Otto Yamamoto: Company van
cease: fumiyho anted us to take buses when possible, gave us a better view of lived europe
Principalpoop: we have train tracks across the street, no passengers, just coal and double decker containers
cease: not if im travelling, stones
llanwydd: the time has come to bring back pneumatic railways
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Poop: So you live on the other side of the *tracks*
llanwydd: now that would be a bullet train
Principalpoop: nooo, i am on this side
cease: coulndt get off and enjoy philly when i was expected in nyc at a certain hour
BootToTheTween: There a train which runs all the way from San Antonio to Chicago
cease: youre still here, dex?
BootToTheTween: Getting to Indianapolis isn't easy, though
H.Stones: where ever poop goes automatically becomes the wrong side of the tracks
BootToTheTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Uhhh yeah? What's it to yah
cease: japan more famous for bullet trains than bullets, a big change from previous generation
BootToTheTween: You have to change trains in Chicago to get to Indy
Principalpoop: why should it be easy to get to indianpolis?
BootToTheTween: Which doesn't make a lot of sense
llanwydd: someday there will be a transatlantic tunnel
BootToTheTween: Well, Indy used to be the rail hub of the Mid-West
Dexter Fong: You have to qualify to get to Indy
llanwydd: pneumatic, of course
Otto Yamamoto: Who would actually want to go to indianapolois?
Dexter Fong: I want the pole...somebody take the czeck
Principalpoop: no no no, we will be brains in jars, no need to travel like that llan
cease: letterman?
Otto Yamamoto: The Transatlantic Tunnel, Hoorah!]
BootToTheTween: I have relatives near Bllomingtonm IN, but they no longer have passenger rail
H.Stones: they might have a few problems crossing the widening gap of the tectonic plates llan
BootToTheTween: Bloomington
Dexter Fong: Poop: Donovans Brain?
Dexter Fong: Stones: Good point, I didn't want to raise it but there you are
cease: fish ridicules canadian canal?
cease: thats hilarious
ah,clem: tween would love this segment
Principalpoop: is that gap widening or closing?
llanwydd: hadn't thought about the tectonic plates
H.Stones: widening
BootToTheTween: Tween is listening :)
cease: orson as nixon
Principalpoop: prove it
Dexter Fong: Well you better damn not forget about them
BootToTheTween: And yes, it's good :)
H.Stones: how about a giant pontoon bridge
Principalpoop: who is doing orson? it sounds like him
BootToTheTween: I chat, therefore I am
llanwydd: well, they can drill under the tectonic plates
Dexter Fong: I'm up for a giant poontang bridge
ah,clem: (a bit polical humor
H.Stones: but not for long llan
llanwydd: I'm just being an optimist
Dexter Fong: llan: UNDER THE PLATES IS THE MOLTEN CORE>>>WANNA DIG THAT?
Principalpoop: what about the mole people? they will not like that, NIMBY
H.Stones: quite right Poop
Dexter Fong: You know Nimby, Man? King of the mole people?
H.Stones: and the Atlanteans will be really pissed
Merlyn: Molten Core is an old level 60 instance
cease: is orson welles getting irrelevant too soon, or is it just me?
Dexter Fong: And Aqua man too
llanwydd: well the molten core will be easier to drill
Principalpoop: i thought we had decided it was nouget
H.Stones: and the drill will be easy to molten
Merlyn: orson welles going the way of the orson buggy?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Not among film and radio and theater buffs
cease: how do you drill liquid?
ah,clem: more sugar, tha's rich
Dexter Fong: Cat: First you freeze it
cease: listening to this, i just felt a vast sense of wantring him to go away
llanwydd: why not excavate the molten core and pour it in a landfill someplace
H.Stones: let me know if you find out, cease and we will all be rich
llanwydd: you people are really taking me seriously aren't you
Principalpoop: orson buggy huh M, i have your number smart guy
cease: ah, firsing voices again
cease: i have never tired of a firesign voice.
H.Stones: yes llan, you are our only hope
Dexter Fong: llan: I always take you, for better or worse
Merlyn: I stole that from Benny Hill, but he's dead now and so is Orson, so no lawsuits!
H.Stones: but what a double act, Merlyn
cease: i sus[ect orson ossman will have a great theatrcal career
Principalpoop: ahh that is classic benny hill style, wow
llanwydd: tectonic plates be damned
ah,clem: ah, the french chief
Dexter Fong: Le Jefe?
llanwydd: hail to the chef
ah,clem: old friends
Principalpoop: yes ahh, clem?
Dexter Fong: Bacon rind on the Whistlefront
Principalpoop: emmanuel, hehe
H.Stones: i have this record, poop
cease: this guy died recently. the woman was interviewed on cbc about it
Principalpoop: ahh now the french chef
cease: la jettee? one of the best films i've seen
ah,clem: well, this is not the record
Dexter Fong: Is that on the record Clem?
H.Stones: with this voice over, it must be a dub version from the B side
ah,clem: if you watch carefully, you will quickly see that
cease: how do i watch sound?
ah,clem: they did use parts of this on dear friends. but not all of it
H.Stones: i am working on that cease
llanwydd: I've seen la jettee. I didn't get it
Dexter Fong: Cat: Oscilloscope
Principalpoop: french version of the jetsons?
cease: its a matter of opinion, llna
llanwydd: LOL Princ!
ah,clem: you have to ask Cat?, you have been watching my movies for years
Dexter Fong: Take a long walk on La Jette short
cease: since their beginning, the firesign thought they were doing movies for the mind
cease: ear, etc
Dexter Fong: liver
ah,clem: "the goat's confused" lol
Dexter Fong: kidneys
Dexter Fong: gonads
Principalpoop: I read The Mind's I some years ago
Dexter Fong: vestigial organs
Dexter Fong: Like tonsils, appendices, and ponttons
BootToTheTween: sounds about right, cease (movies you imagine)
cease: i thikn i read that
Dexter Fong: pontoons
H.Stones: http://margotvabien.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/5939bea69d619da157b17057209cff18.mp3
llanwydd: tonsilliatory appendage?
Dexter Fong: Welcome to Breckenridge intermediate high
Principalpoop: cool stones
H.Stones: it should download and play, poop
H.Stones: i didnt know that serge gainsborough had died though
Principalpoop: i put it in my bookmarks to listen too later, thanks
Principalpoop: http://www.playingforchange.com/ might crash your firefox from here, but you should know that site stones
H.Stones: its the mystical cheesy organ sound that gives it the atmosphere
Principalpoop: same era as a white shade of pale
Principalpoop: whiter
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Otto Yamamoto - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: It's Gene Aortery
Principalpoop: mutt and smut
cease: buy auto
Dexter Fong: The lovable old con artists
H.Stones: was it a Farfeesa organ
Dexter Fong: No it was Wahabi
Principalpoop: i don't care about your private life, or what his name is, stones, fong
Dexter Fong: I'm relieved to hear that poop
cease: better wahabi than wasabi
H.Stones: i was sure it was Farfesa from the madding crowd
Dexter Fong: Better farfella that farfisa
Dexter Fong: Him ong soon gone
Principalpoop: llan like fafalala
llanwydd: hmm?
Dexter Fong: Introducing lady Gaga and fafalala
Principalpoop: some lebanese rice plate or something
H.Stones: sounds from the hum like you havent got it properly earthed llan
llanwydd: oh, you mean falafel
Principalpoop: feedback caused by the fafalala
Dexter Fong: Stones: YOu crooel dude, he's got one foot in the grave
cease: elaynes old zine
cease: thats how this chat happened
Principalpoop: who fell? who is fala?
Dexter Fong: what happened?
H.Stones: o i c, i thought i was hallucinating
Dexter Fong: dont go gaga poop
Principalpoop: you are stones
cease: you no fun, you fala right over
Dexter Fong: or should i say popo
H.Stones: i told you so
llanwydd: properly earthed? would you clue me in, stones?
Dexter Fong: and so you did Stones
Principalpoop: a hum in a speaker, such as yourself, is often a bad ground wire llan
Dexter Fong: Maybe he's got his wires reversed
Dexter Fong: I'm seeing him in Mono
H.Stones: it was a musical starring David Bowie, about a man who was electrocuted on stage, i think it was called, The Man Who Failed To Earth
Principalpoop: lets check, how are your poles llan?
Dexter Fong: lol Stones, well done
llanwydd: better than my slavs
Principalpoop: you stealing from a dead benny hill also stones? shame
ah,clem: the man that fell to earth was an alien
H.Stones: so is David Bowie
Dexter Fong: Not anymore Clem
Merlyn: benny hill now boot hill?
Dexter Fong: He's been earthed
Merlyn: booty hill?
cease: his son has a new flick, moon
ah,clem: bowie with bad contact lenses
llanwydd: I got my thrill, on benny hill...
Principalpoop: Bowie had nice knives
llanwydd: or however it goes
H.Stones: clem, he was a macular degenerate
cease: for those who die in orgasm, merl?
Dexter Fong: Dem knives is sharp, Jim
Principalpoop: what is the movie moon about? hehe
H.Stones: i can only make a guess
Principalpoop: hehe
Merlyn: hokay, see you next week people
H.Stones: some guy who is obsessed with dropping his pants
cease: ok yourself, merl
Principalpoop: night M, thanks again
llanwydd: its about a big round useless ball of rock in the night sky
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn, though how you can leave this compelling discussion beats me
H.Stones: see you again soon Merl
cease: the who drummer?
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "11:01 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: yes fong, i am astounded he can pull himself away, hehe
BootToTheTween: lol
cease: is this firesign?
Dexter Fong: Well, all the more for us, eh?
H.Stones: well he can pull himself and thats a start
ah,clem: yes, it was becomming riveting, lol
Principalpoop: would you care to comment on that?
BootToTheTween: doesn't sound like it
Dexter Fong: Cat: There are firesigners in this
llanwydd: comment on what?
cease: tnhis is very odd
H.Stones: Fong, why didnt you warn me that there were Americans in here ?
Principalpoop: making fun of the old talk shows
Dexter Fong: Stones: And betray my country!! Never, Sir!Never, I tell you!!
llanwydd: I prefer the old silent shows
H.Stones: lol
cease: sounds like proc
||||||||| Bambi sashays in at 11:04 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: hi bambi
H.Stones: Hi Bambi
llanwydd: Hi Bambi!
Principalpoop: sorry llan, on cni, the different people of the panel each asked that of each other in a row
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends!
Dexter Fong: Sashay or sashimi, Bambi?
cease: nice sash, eh?
Principalpoop: hi bambi, ok guys, clean up your act
BootToTheTween: Hey Mz Bambi
Bambi :-)
ah,clem: this is the part of the program that proves it is not on your record
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: Clem: It is now he he
BootToTheTween: yes ;)
llanwydd: my record?
Bambi: how's it goin'?
llanwydd: whatever
Principalpoop: what is your opinion on potpourri bambi? hehe
Principalpoop: fine thanks, and you?
llanwydd: just as well that I don't have a record
Bambi: lol love the mic check on this piece
Principalpoop: i tried to expunge my record, but it was soaked
H.Stones: attempting ot contact Honey on the Bush Telegraph
ah,clem: smells nice but gives her a headache
cease: is this from the net?
Dexter Fong: I *did* not know telegraphs reached that part of the er um...anatomy?
Principalpoop: use less rose petals, hehe
Bambi: just got back from a 'I don't want this coal plant" meeting :-)
Principalpoop: for or against?
cease: hows that going, bambi?
Bambi: what Clem said :-)
BootToTheTween: any progress?
Principalpoop p
ah,clem: no Cat, not from the net
cease: my adbusters co editor kalle is estonian
cease: i wonder if he'd find that funny
Bambi: always progress ;-)
ah,clem: transcribed dist albums from 1970
Dexter Fong: Cat: Estonians find very little funny
Principalpoop: where is estonia? in england next ot eton and etonians maybe?
BootToTheTween: People were suitably PO'd then...
cease: i dont understand why you cant download the hollywood nightshift file. i had no problmes and i'm barely literate
llanwydd: how many estonians do you know, dex?
Dexter Fong: Clem: dist???
cease: its near Latvia
ah,clem: syndicated prints for air, not for sale
Principalpoop: ah thanks
Principalpoop: where is latvia?
Dexter Fong: llan: Just the woman who cleans my apartment and her 12 children, their three uncles, and the boy friend
cease: Labia's geo-sister
llanwydd: I guess that is quite a few
llanwydd: good grief! who has twelve children anymore
Dexter Fong: Clem: Wouldn't that be spfas
cease: vernors they;re tlaknikg about vernors. does that stil exist?
Principalpoop: 12 children? groucho made a joke about taking his cigar out of his mouth sometimes...
cease: i loved that ginger ale
Dexter Fong: Cat: Vernor's Gingerale?
llanwydd: that's an urban legend, princ
Principalpoop: yes cat, you can even buy it at wal-mart
cease: yes dex
Principalpoop: i have seen the clip llan
cease: not in vancouver, poop
Dexter Fong: Cat: The kind they aged with sticks?
Principalpoop: wait a few months cat, sigh
llanwydd: funny though, it reminded me of a groucho quote, "It's economically impossible for you to have twelve children!"
Dexter Fong: Groucho was *not* always right
BootToTheTween: When I was growing up in MD, there was an Irish family nearby with 14 children
cease: my grandparents had lots of kids
Dexter Fong: Jasus Mary and Joseph
Dexter Fong: That was three of them
llanwydd: well, my grandfather was one of 14 but that was a long time ago
Dexter Fong: 14 shat?
Dexter Fong: what
H.Stones: Ok gaz guys and otherwise, i have to call it a day, another long one ahead, and an early start too
BootToTheTween: rest well, Stones
llanwydd: Nite Stones!
H.Stones: good night from me and honey
llanwydd: 14 jurors
Dexter Fong: Kepp it together stones
Principalpoop: night stones
llanwydd: just in case
cease: when i saw the art show today, i could see the voyage of light from those days to today
Bambi: have a great night Stones!
cease: by stones
Bambi: our best to Honey
ah,clem: see ya soon, Mr. Stones
Principalpoop: firefox crashed looking for it, i will find it for you llan
H.Stones: nighty night one and all, stay safe
Principalpoop: good evening your highness
Bambi: you too!
cease: keep on stoning
ah,clem: firefox never crashes, clean your computer, and your cache
Principalpoop: the update does
Principalpoop: newest update
Dexter Fong: You set a fox on fire and he'll crash thru anything
ah,clem: then don't update, lol
cease: nazi's berry farm
ah,clem: squeeze the fox
Dexter Fong: nan's tucket
Principalpoop: this animal is sick
ah,clem: bet he'll pass another
Dexter Fong: No, he's just restin'
||||||||| H.Stones leaves at 11:17 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..."
ah,clem: that is a pythin parrot joke Dex
Dexter Fong: afkfr2
Principalpoop: my dad dated one of the knotts daughters before marrying my mother, the fool
Bambi: he's merely resting...
Dexter Fong: Pithian Parrots went extinct in the early 200's clem
cease: of berry farm fame?
ah,clem: fool, if he had not you would not be here, lol
BootToTheTween: That's a rather pithy comment
Principalpoop: yes, i would have had a nice silver spoon
llanwydd: that's a pithy observation
llanwydd: beet me toit tween
Bambi: your mother must be something special princep
cease: boysenberries one of the best things that ever happened
Principalpoop: yes she was
Principalpoop: my dad too
llanwydd: one of the best things that ever happened to dannon anyway
Bambi: sorry for your loss. losing my dad was hard enough
llanwydd: you never see boysenberries in the supermarket
Principalpoop: years and years ago, they are gone, time helps, a little
ah,clem: but if they had not got together YOU would not be here, something similar perhaps, but not you
Principalpoop: boysenberry syrup was a big deal, when it came out
cease: a great berry
Principalpoop: let me whine in peace ah, clem, i could have been the king of a berry farm hehe
Bambi: excellent point clem .... LOL princep
Principalpoop: instead of a rasberry near the forest
Dexter Fong: Boysenberries best? hah! Boysengirls
ah,clem: and I may be king, but who cares?
Principalpoop: it is good to be the king
Bambi: lol
llanwydd: yeah, girlsenberries will be next
cease: berrys have to clone
Dexter Fong: llan: The gaysenberries
Principalpoop: i have not read any dave berry in a while
llanwydd: LOL
Bambi: happy berries eh?
Principalpoop: i knew there was juice in berries
Dexter Fong: Poop: He seems to be on a really long vacation
llanwydd: this is getting fruity
Dexter Fong: What's your point mister sister?
Principalpoop: i would bet a lot of money, dave berry listened to firesign when he was young, carl hiasen too
Bambi: and now for something truly nutty ....
ah,clem: you ever find a way to catch the stream, LL?
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour me a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gives Bambi a toasted almond.
Bambi: thank you catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
ah,clem: fruits and nuts, all we have here
cease: poop, i think everyone who heard them who was funny became funnier by hearing them
llanwydd: I guess not, clem. I don't even know what you're talking about
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Bambi a skewer Brazil not
||||||||| Catherwood gives bambi a skewer brazil not.
cease: they always tried to be revolutionary, to make us all funnier
BootToTheTween: everything from soup to nuts on or menu
BootToTheTween: our
Bambi: lol Dex
Principalpoop: they are liberating, it is ok to push the envelope, or ignore the envelope completely
llanwydd: I'll catch a stream someday and won't even know it
llanwydd: mushroom soup and beer nuts
ah,clem: my radio program, LL
Dexter Fong: Poop: I like to steam the stamps off and reuse them
Bambi: don't cross the streams!
cease: it was part of the era, and it was somethihng they really wanted to do
llanwydd: I wish I could, clem. every time I try I get one error message or another
Dexter Fong: It was a time whose time it was
Principalpoop: era? what era?
Principalpoop: left or right?
cease: listen to this. they expect the listener to follow them. thats asking alot today
cease: this was 69=-70
Principalpoop: inbetween both ears, that is the era, consciousness raising
Dexter Fong: Poop: era ratta, the little known laotian steward rat
cease: asutin told steve allen, they tried to rewire everyone's brains
Principalpoop: are we still raising them or gave up?
cease: i think they succeed more often than we know
Bambi: was fun re-reading Lost World by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
BootToTheTween: They certainly had a huge impact on the culture, cease
Bambi: (for something entirely different topic wise LOL)
ah,clem: was just asking, as I knew he had trouble listening to the stream earlier,
Principalpoop: Doyle is cool
Dexter Fong: Poop: THEY WENT EXTINCT WHEn the Pythian Parrots went...the old food chain you know?
llanwydd: I've read that once, bambi. I read the sequel as well
Bambi: Librivox has a nice audio version of it
BootToTheTween: Did Conan Doyle also use iguanas with lots of makeup, Bambi?
Principalpoop: llan wants no part of the multi-media internet
llanwydd: I might not have read it if I had not been very keen on sherlock holmes
llanwydd: I have read all of sherlock holmes
Bambi: not in the book Tween ;-)
Dexter Fong: Llan: even the unpublished adventures?
Bambi: love sherlock holmes ... librivox has many of those as well
BootToTheTween: ah.... ;
Principalpoop: explain the hound of the baskervilles then
Bambi: and gutenberg project does too in various formats
llanwydd: funny how the style of the Prof. Challenger novels have nothing in common with Holmes
ah,clem: the folks at librovox did a great job on lost world
llanwydd: you wouldn't even know it was the same author
BootToTheTween: That's what you call a good writer
Bambi: yep Doyle was able to do various writing styles which is great
ah,clem: we have been listening to books every night for some time
Principalpoop: that is addictive, keepers of the root
Bambi: very true Tween
Dexter Fong: Clem: Do you and Bambi drift off to slepp before the story is over?
ah,clem: she does
Bambi: and then I listen again the next day to get the rest of it lol
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: and then you put on the Tron?
ah,clem: I don't sleep much anymore
Principalpoop: is there an audio book of penthouse letters? hehe
Dexter Fong: Does that effect your appetite?
llanwydd: the only novels I have listened to on audio are The Fountainhead and Atlas Shrugged
BootToTheTween: Well, speaking of sleep, it's bedtime for bonzo
Dexter Fong: Too lazy to read them, eh llan?
ah,clem: no, have any groat clusters I can chew on?
Principalpoop: night tween
BootToTheTween: Have a great week, everyone
llanwydd: read by Edward Hermann who is very, very listenable
Bambi: have a great night Tween!
Principalpoop: thanks for all, super week too
cease: by tween
llanwydd: Nite Tween!
BootToTheTween: and don't forget to support CNI Radio, without which, none of this would have been necessary...
Dexter Fong: Catherwood: Give clem a peanut aggragate
||||||||| Catherwood hands clem a peanut aggragate.
||||||||| BootToTheTween leaves at 11:34 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..."
ah,clem: ah, chewy
cease: thanks for all the wierd radio, clem
Dexter Fong: Night Tween see yah next time
Principalpoop: fun books, but heartless and narrow vision llan
Bambi: lol
cease: or is this all dear friedns i dont have?
cease: if you dont mind
Principalpoop: i don't mind, do you mind fong?
llanwydd: heartless may be the right word.
Dexter Fong: Cat: This is Dar Friends, unreleased as part of the orginal twelve episodes...obviously some of it has been excerpted for the 2 record set of Dear Friends
cease: thakns dex
llanwydd: I liked the fountainhead because it is about architecture. as subject I find interesting
cease: all that stuff wiht other pepole was part of this show?
cease: did they hire them?
cease: they couldnt afford that
cease: very odd
Dexter Fong: Maybe they sampled them
Bambi: thanks Clem!!! Glad I made it before the show was over!
cease: yes llan, archictecture is one of the most interesting things my bran has contemplated
Dexter Fong: Raisin bran?
Principalpoop: good architecture is hardcore
Principalpoop: it does evoke feeling and thoughts
Dexter Fong: Okay Bill, we'll put this big hard shaft right there...whatdyah think
Principalpoop: no no fong
Dexter Fong: Okay Bill, Guys move the big hard shaft over there
llanwydd: the most interesting building of all time has to be the one the nazis tried to build in berlin that was so massive the ground wouldn't hold it
cease: no clem, i thought others were. but thats ok
Bambi: lol have great week folks ... see ya next time!
llanwydd: I always laugh when I think about that
Principalpoop: thanks, keepers of the root, hi bye root
cease: off we shoot
||||||||| 11:39 PM -- cease left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: toad away
Dexter Fong: Back at yah JL
llanwydd: Nite Bambi!
llanwydd: Nite Cat!
Dexter Fong: S'long Cat
ah,clem: good night and be well all
Principalpoop: i was pulling his leg about what era, he took me seriously, hard to stop pulling when he does that
Dexter Fong: And you and your too Clem
Principalpoop: night llan fong, all, have a super week, here come the bus...
||||||||| ah,clem is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:40 PM.
Dexter Fong: Any era under three is pretty good
llanwydd: Nite Princ!
||||||||| Principalpoop runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
llanwydd: so dex. it's just you, me and catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood yous llanwydd and.
Dexter Fong: Just me'n you Bambi
Dexter Fong: or myabe just me
Dexter Fong: Ah llan, thought you wwnt
llanwydd: I thought bambi took off
Dexter Fong: I think she did
Dexter Fong: Get confused when people leave but don't exit
llanwydd: lol@ catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to llanwydd and inquires "Did you want something?"
llanwydd: well, I'm heading out too. be back next week as always
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give me an URL
||||||||| Catherwood gives Dexter Fong an url.
llanwydd: got a lot of email to delete. see you next thursday.
Dexter Fong: Night llan, stay dry...august is looking pretty good
||||||||| It's 11:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE steals in around 4:09 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34LPGEICAQs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtsHq75IRc8

MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE: Wow, Catherwood, I've WON I've won the Iditarod all by myself pulling that sled just me and no team at all. Are my feet... GONE. My feet are gone. Are they gone, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood gones MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE's feet are gone are they gone.
MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE: No, Catherwood, they're in the iglues stuck to my snow shoes.
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE and inquires "Someone mention my name?"
MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE: Goo be gone me, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood gones MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE.
||||||||| "Hey MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE!" ... MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 4:14 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Outside, the 4:24 AM uptown bus from Minnesota pulls away, leaving Mayor William C Phinnisnose coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: THE BILLVILLE TO ELMERTOWN WHERE I LIVE WEATHER PAGE whether or not I am living there CLICK HERE...http://forecast.weather.gov/MapClick.php?CityName=Sioux+Falls&state=SD&site=FSD&textField1=43.5442&textField2=-96.7301
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: Look up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. IT'S A NOTH KOREAN ATOMIC GUMSHOE ROCKET!!!! Yaaaaggh!!! NO WAIT. IT"S only a TEST. Teslacles deviant to FUDD"S LAW. If you push something hard enough it will fall over end quote.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: Put me in my place, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood puts Mayor William C Phinnisnose in my place.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: This is MY PLACE!!! I found my place.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: Holding my finger on my script.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: Find my place, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood finds Mayor William C Phinnisnose's place.
Mayor William C Phinnisnose: Say goodnight, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood says "goodnight"
||||||||| At 4:30 AM, Mayor William C Phinnisnose vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 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
And now Secret Conversations
Bambi
BootToTheTween
cease
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Firebroiled
H.Stones
llanwydd
Mayor William C Phinnisnose
Merlyn
MORE FIRESIGN AT YOU TUBE
Otto Yamamoto
Principalpoop
Smuggly Thighspander URL References:
http://forecast.weather.gov/MapClick.php?CityName=Sioux+Falls&state=SD&site=FSD&textField1=43.5442&textField2=-96.7301
http://icecast.oncomputers.info:8000/cni
http://margotvabien.blogspirit.com/media/00/00/5939bea69d619da157b17057209cff18.mp3
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/albums/album.php?album=df
http://www.playingforchange.com/
http://www.vanartgallery.bc.ca/the_exhibitions/exhibit_vermeer_rembrandt_and_the_golden_age_of_dutch_art.html
http://www.visionsfineart.com/ocampo/aa_index.html
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34LPGEICAQs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vtsHq75IRc8

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"