Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
02/04/2010

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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 February 04, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firebroiled Cat Fish sashays in at 5:32 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Firebroiled Cat Fish:

You haven’t heard nothing yet.

I’ve got right here in this car,

for your trans-Atlantic driving pleasure,

this fully hallicrafted
Sea-Master
short-wave radio

in this non-returnable,

non-disposable

zinc-lined carrying case!
Firebroiled Cat Fish:

And here,

of course,

your own personal
remote-controlled,
picture-sized
color TV,

with matching brass knobs!

Just reach above the bar

and press the button

right there
under the handy
laminated
imitation
masonite

Wild-West gun rack

with the look of real wood,

for the channel of your choice!
||||||||| Catherwood says "5:33 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Firebroiled Cat Fish by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "7:56 AM and late as usual, it's Bubba's Brain, just back from California."
Bubba's Brain: Boyce and Johnson do make clear that Easley used a private, personal e-mail account to conduct state business. The now-defunct address, which used the name "Nick Danger" spelled backwards, was secret to all but a select group of senior advisers and associates. Johnson and Boyce said they were not aware of instances when messages from that account were plumbed in response to public records requests. While the communications directors said they primarily communicated with Easley by telephone, messages regularly went to and from that address.
Bubba's Brain: http://www.charlotteobserver.com/topstories/story/1223386.html
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 8:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 7:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, an hour, hour...'
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "7:42 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Woody1 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Woody1: yellow. no. blue. no. hi. and bye for now. gotta go for now.
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody1 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead plummets into the garden at 8:59 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mudhead: hiya Dex
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 04, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Mudhead: lets get this party started!
Dexter Fong: hEY THERE mUDDIE
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ATweenTooFar', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers c's in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Mudhead: Catherwood come back
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mudhead and inquires "Something I can help with?"
Mudhead: hai tween n cat
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, are those your cues?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and says "Did you want something?"
ATweenTooFar: Lo dere
c's: party?
Mudhead: yup
Mudhead: every Thursday
Dexter Fong: Yah gotta tweet for your right to party
c's: my city is about to become party central for the rest of the month and you folks have your little football thing
c's: we even have some rioters plotting on the news to disrupt the olympics
Mudhead: they be jerks
c's: dont tell me you tweet, dex. you're barely online
Dexter Fong: Cat: I don't...but I can talk like I do
c's: i seem to be one of the few humans outside of north korea without a cell phone
ATweenTooFar: You may already be there!
ATweenTooFar: You heard the lady...
c's: i'm in the Pastfair. no fair to me or anyone else
ATweenTooFar: "I say live it, or live with it!!"
Dexter Fong: Oh boy, it's time for clems polished and ignored intro
Mudhead: that song was for me folks
c's: lol
Mudhead: i hadda stop smokin weed this week
Dexter Fong: why?
Mudhead: my doc wont prescribe pain meds without a pee test
Mudhead: the dEA is crackin down on doctors
c's: bummer, mud
ATweenTooFar: Probably
Mudhead: so 35 years of smokin is now over
Dexter Fong: Eat lots of poppy seed rolls and bagels...sprinkle them on everything...get a false positive and sue the bastards
ATweenTooFar: lol
Mudhead: i am on opiods already
c's: oy
ATweenTooFar: No gubbermint should tel an adult to do with their body
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Muddie: So if you've got a prescription for medical marihuana you gotta stop smoking it to get more?
c's: i will give a bit of background on this
Merlyn: I'm getting my body reblocked
ATweenTooFar: I went in for my draft physical. Made sure I stayed up all night and took lots of drugs
Mudhead: no, med weed isnt legal here yet
ATweenTooFar: Hey Merl
c's: the firesing lost their previous radio show for playing the fugs, johnny pissoff
c's: thats what ossman refers to at the beginning of this
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: You're turning your body into a sneaker?
c's: the guy talkins if the live earl jive, their producer on that show
ATweenTooFar: It's ridiculus, Mud
||||||||| ah,clem waltzes in at 9:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
c's: have you considered moving, mud?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'ddywnall', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:12 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Clem: Grats on your highly polished intro...I missed it
ddywnall: good evening good evening good evening
c's: new substances, just what you need, mud
ah,clem: hi all
Mudhead: yes, my mums 78, she lives upstairs in another condo
Dexter Fong: Hey ddywnall
||||||||| 9:13 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
ah,clem: bite me fong
ddywnall: welcome, princip
c's: hi poop
Principalpoop: ahh hello there
ATweenTooFar: Hey P
ddywnall: I missed phil last week. I was disappointed
Merlyn: Did you see how Regnad Kcin made the news in North Carolina?
Dexter Fong: Clem: I''d rather wait for Bambi =))
ddywnall: but I had to be out of town
ATweenTooFar: Bambi has enough weight
Principalpoop: i saw that M, wow
ah,clem: bad fong
c's: yes the governor's code or something
Dexter Fong: Merlyn Yes I did..was that the same guy who had that interim chat room after the IRC one went away?
Principalpoop: the name he is used on a private secret email account while governor,
c's: he says he'll be back, llan.
Principalpoop: harrumph harrumph
ATweenTooFar: lol clem
ddywnall: I'm sure he will
Merlyn: Different Regnad, he was never governor
Dexter Fong: Bad is this month's good
Principalpoop: Kcin was
ddywnall: so what's on cni tonight?
ATweenTooFar: That's bad, man
Dexter Fong: Cat know
ATweenTooFar: Really sick...
ah,clem: you don't have it LL
Principalpoop: twisted
ddywnall: lol
||||||||| At 9:17 PM, Mudhead scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Mudhead steals in around 9:17 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
ah,clem: first hour hour ever done, as far as I have been told
ddywnall: Hey Muddy
Principalpoop: wb mudhead
c's: the first Hour HOur, jan 1970
Dexter Fong: Does the use of that name in a potentially corrupt practices manner mean the FS has finally gone mainstream?
ddywnall: must be fascinating
c's: i'm trying to get someone to tell me. but it seems like the first, yes
c's: was frist for earl jive
Mudhead: so im comin down, Im more alert, Ive been pounding down my intelligence for 40 years, it'll be interesting to see what I can accomplish unstoned
ATweenTooFar: and 40 years later, they're still relevant
Principalpoop: absolutely
ATweenTooFar: That's an American icon
c's: that use of straight is of that era
ddywnall: I wonder if "fascinating" and "fascist" have the same root
ATweenTooFar me gets out his ruler
c's: yes mud, have fun with that
ddywnall: just occurred to me
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mike Easley's Brain close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
Mike Easley's Brain: Hey all....
Principalpoop: ahh another brain, howdy
c's: what did you do with mike easley's liver?
ah,clem: hard to keep it all straight, but though I had some hour hour that perdated 70, but as I say hard to keep track of it all
ATweenTooFar: Hey Brian, er Brain
ddywnall: Hey MEB. are you related to bubba?
Mudhead: I might just...return to work!
Mike Easley's Brain: Killed the liver, it was rebelling.
Principalpoop: mike easley..., was I in the boy scouts with you?
c's: if you do, let me know, clem. the big book of plays says it started in nov 69
Mike Easley's Brain: Yes, me = BB
Dexter Fong wonders where Mike Easley is and does he know his brian er brain is missing
ddywnall: aha
Principalpoop: bubba has a real name, OMG
Mike Easley's Brain: Apparently, he wasn't using it anyway, Dex.
ah,clem: but a great bit, and little known, so great stuff Cat
Principalpoop: reality is a crutch muddy
Mike Easley's Brain: No, PP, Bubba's just commenting on the day's news.
ah,clem: why do you think I put it on air as soon as I got it. ;)
Principalpoop: ahh, that was his name
ATweenTooFar: If it's good enough for Walt Disney, it's good enough for my John
Principalpoop: i just read it a few minutes ago hehe
ddywnall: freezing john
Mike Easley's Brain: Yes, I, too, keep losing track of disgraced politicians. Its so hard these days.
c's: i think i'll have to record these louder.
Principalpoop: eh cat? huh? speak louder please
c's: i recorded this while it was webcast on the computer software
ah,clem: they are fine
Dexter Fong turns his hearing aid to ........11!
Mudhead: Bang!!!
c's: these will be on the box set that the lads are hoping to release
ah,clem: I keep the level low due to b/w issuses
c's: aha
ah,clem: reduces distortion
ddywnall: I hope its a big box
Dexter Fong: black and white?
Principalpoop: racist ah, clem, that should be a/c issues
c's: sounds ok thru my computer speakers but weak through my big strereo speakers
Dexter Fong: what about the dc's!
Principalpoop: n/h?
ah,clem: at 16/11 mono, only so much you can do
c's: they never get out of the beltway
Dexter Fong: run 'em down
ah,clem: these are only samples...
Principalpoop: hehe pusherman hehe
c's: understood, clem
ATweenTooFar: If there's a bit left over, JL hasn't found it
Principalpoop: ahh chicago
ATweenTooFar: P just stepped in something
ah,clem: sounds great in the studio
c's: hey anyone can hear these shows when they're broadcast. sundays at 8 pst
Dexter Fong: Ah, that's why clem said "bite me"
ah,clem: if you could hear what I hear....
Principalpoop: drink me, eat me
Mudhead: Lets Eat!
ATweenTooFar: Once schott, twice byted
Dexter Fong: Let's Bite!!
c's: if he has enough bandwidth
Merlyn: with mine eyes
Merlyn: I didn't know eyes could mine
Principalpoop: doctor my eyes
ddywnall: well, last thursday I wasn't here for the first time in years and it happened to be the night phil was here
Principalpoop: I me mine
ATweenTooFar: Pryor would have had some fun with these guys
ddywnall: did he say anything interesting?
ddywnall: not that he wouldn't have
c's: probly did, tween
Principalpoop: they will come east when they get enough money, and the shows are being profitable applause
Dexter Fong: llan: He asked where you were
c's: i recall them in a beneift
ddywnall: that IS interesting
ATweenTooFar: "If an old man says, I wouldn't that if I was you... Don't do it..." ~ Chris Rock
Principalpoop: i told him he was taking your place in chat fong, but that he could handle it, maybe
Dexter Fong: Poop: Interestingly, I wasn't here ;ast week. but Phil also asked for me
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:29 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from England."
H. Stones: Gruntings
Mudhead: llan, fix yur name plz
ddywnall: Hey Stones!
Dexter Fong: Ah, Hemlock
Principalpoop bows and trembles
Mike Easley's Brain: Hey HS
Merlyn: oink oink stones
Dexter Fong: afkfr
ATweenTooFar: Hail and well met, UK
Mudhead: welcome Stones
H. Stones: Still recovering from Flying Pig Flu
c's: hi stones
c's: welcome to the past
H. Stones: Greetings all (hands out surgical masks)
c's: were you up in the trees again?
Mudhead: sorry to hear you got it stones
ATweenTooFar: It's the future
H. Stones: this is not the past, i would have recognised it by now, i was there you know
Principalpoop: did you say that before? I am having a deja vu
ATweenTooFar: Look at Stone's grape!
H. Stones: Confuscious he say, If you want to know the future, first study the past
c's: on cni right now, the firesign from 1970
c's: this sounds like the origin of mutt and smutt
ATweenTooFar: Confus us say, who?
ah,clem: and good suff, tks to Cat
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:32 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Bunnyboy: lo dere
ddywnall: Hey BB
ATweenTooFar: Hey Bun
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Mike Easley's Brain: Hey Bb
ATweenTooFar: The Beatles made German recordings
H. Stones: Hi Bunny
c's: hi bun
c's: so did python, tween
Principalpoop: the hamburger rolls
ATweenTooFar: in the Sudatenland
Mudhead: hi bb
Bunnyboy: Got the hat trick going, these days. Working my way through complete series sets of THE WIRE and THE SOPRANOS...and the precious LOST is back in the mix!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny
ATweenTooFar: Monty Python's Persona; Best - John Cleese's 'Confuse A Cat'
ATweenTooFar: Personal
ATweenTooFar: Funny bit
ddywnall: sdfghjkl;
Dexter Fong: right on llan
ATweenTooFar: I heartily suggest it
Principalpoop: no more beers for llan
Mike Easley's Brain: He's typin backward and speaking in code again....
c's: ive had this thing for years but never heard the context, this show
ATweenTooFar: "Personal Best" - John Cleese
Mike Easley's Brain: Oh, that's supposed to be me.
c's: when you hear next week's show, you'll sense the continuation
Mudhead: *sigh* I must leave,my presece is being requested, g'nite Dear Friends
ah,clem: 2 beers? I'll take 2 beers too
ATweenTooFar me gets out his English Schoolboy Decoding Manual
Principalpoop: ciao mudhead, good luck
ddywnall: Nite Muddy
Mike Easley's Brain: Your presence, not your presents?
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Moght Mudhead
Mike Easley's Brain: Night MH
c's: all the herbless best, mud
Bunnyboy: nite Muddy!
ATweenTooFar: Mmmmm Led Zeppelin Presence
||||||||| 9:37 PM -- H. Stones left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: presence was the bad guy in fantastic voyage
Mike Easley's Brain: Press Ants?
Bunnyboy is devoured by a white corpuscle.
Bunnyboy: Aaaaah! Aaaaaaah!!!
c's: fight it off, bun
Principalpoop: nice skin tight suit raquel
ATweenTooFar: Do you have the presence of mind for that?
Dexter Fong: Brain: I knew you were gonna say that..I must be presient
||||||||| 9:39 PM: H. Stones jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: wb your highness
Mike Easley's Brain: Damn, Bb, I told you not to get in that shrinking machine.
Bunnyboy: Donald Pleasance's other great line, from HALLOWEEN 2:
H. Stones: TY OO
ddywnall: ten cups of tea, please, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to ddywnall and asks "Something I can help with?"
Mike Easley's Brain: Dex, its not like there wasn't precident.
Dexter Fong: Obama!!
Principalpoop: ahh donald, almost said daniel, glad i left it off
H. Stones: am experiencing technical difficulties, carry on without me
Bunnyboy: "I shot him six times! I shot him six times! I...shot him SIX TIMES!"
ATweenTooFar: How very prescient
Dexter Fong: Makes him look almost presentable
Bunnyboy: And HALLOWEEN 5:
Bunnyboy: "NOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
Mike Easley's Brain: Shoot six times / at the ceiling if you want me / Twice at the pipes / if the answer is nooooooo. / Oh my darlin....
ATweenTooFar: lol
Dexter Fong: If you can't tweet me, call in an Airstrike
Principalpoop: tie a yellow ribbon around the old oak tree
c's: who put the bullet hole in peggy's kitchen wall?
ATweenTooFar: I made money mixing country music
Dexter Fong: with what?
ATweenTooFar: That's not funny, Mike
H. Stones: what did you mix it with Tween,, ?
Bunnyboy: Except it was more like "Naaawwwwooooooohhhh!!!"
ATweenTooFar: Neotek from Chicago with Neve EQ
Principalpoop: first time I'd seen him smile in years
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:42 PM, dragging llanwydd by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
ATweenTooFar: 24x8 recording console
c's: did proc say he just got divorced?
Principalpoop: wb llan
llanwydd: having trouble with msn
H. Stones: i meant, what kind of music did you mix it with ?
llanwydd: nothing unusual
Bunnyboy: cat: WhatwhatWHAT?!?
H. Stones: B Bop ?
Principalpoop: country and western, what else?
H. Stones: Dub Step ?
Bunnyboy: Oh, on Hour Hour?
Dexter Fong: Madrigals?
ATweenTooFar: Bop with me, baby ;)
c's: werent you listening to this, bun?
H. Stones: Rave?
c's: its from jan, 1970
llanwydd: wentry and custard
Bunnyboy: Who listens to anything anymore?
c's: melinda is his 3rd, and i would presume last
Principalpoop: did you say something bunny?
ATweenTooFar: I started out in a DC (MD) recording studio practice mixing 16-tk Hendrix
H. Stones: you have to look out for e lephants hiding in custard, llan
c's: or he may just have been reading or riffing, no personal info involved
Bunnyboy: PP: I *SAID*!!!...
llanwydd: haven't found any yet, stones
Principalpoop: sorry, I don't listen anymore
H. Stones: yes, thats why i issued the warning llan
ATweenTooFar: Disco era
c's: no speakers, poop?
Bunnyboy: I'm watching Season 2 of THE WIRE, the season that Kristin Proctor is in.
Principalpoop: no ears
Principalpoop: hard wearing my glasses now
Mike Easley's Brain: I'm off.... 2bed.
||||||||| Mike Easley's Brain leaves at 9:46 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..."
c's: ah yes. one of the male actors calls it a gratuitious display of breasts
Principalpoop: bye bubba
ATweenTooFar: The people who did Disco Beethoven and Disco Star Wars had bought the rights to do pothemous Hendrix
Bunnyboy: nite Bubba!
Dexter Fong: Night somebody's brain
c's: bummer, poop
Principalpoop: hehe he said breasts hehe
ATweenTooFar: I loathe disco
Principalpoop: i slipped my disco, dancing with you baby
c's: so do the firesign, tween
ATweenTooFar: "Power Of Love"
ATweenTooFar: With a Neve
ATweenTooFar: My first audio console
llanwydd: I loathed disco when it was in style. now it's something to laugh at nostalgically
H. Stones: I left my hat in Sam Planks Disco
Principalpoop: i have still never heard disco duck
Bunnyboy: cat: She's changing clothes. It's believable.
llanwydd: LOL
ATweenTooFar: Track Recorders, Rockville, MD
llanwydd: reminds me of a beatles song "She's changing clothes...bye bye....
c's: i listenend to austin's duckman today. its amazingly bad
llanwydd: don't mind me
H. Stones: yes Tween, you need an MD after a few hours of disco
ATweenTooFar: The gold record of Heart Like A Wheel was on the wall
c's: but it got them the electrician, so worth it
Principalpoop: i still remember some saul bellow novel where a mafia guy made the protagonist stay with him while he used a public toilet
Bunnyboy: As is the guilty skulking of the young folks, in the guys parents' basement...even though they have a child together.
c's: lol ll
Bunnyboy: ...cuz, y'know, they're not MARRIED...
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ddywnall - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
H. Stones: shock horror !!!
Principalpoop: exactly
Dexter Fong: Cohabitation!
Bunnyboy: Duckman not the animated thang, rite? A 60s deal, rite?
H. Stones: and whilst claiming single persons allowance
c's: no austin and pals, mid 60s single
Dexter Fong: whilst living in a Class 3 dwelling with an A type lisence
c's: no the animated show was one of best things on tv.
c's: a parody of bastman
c's: batman
H. Stones: yes, i was single in the mid sixties
ATweenTooFar: Sorry, that was Silver Spring, MD
Bunnyboy: One of my friend's was bemoaning the fact that he had to pony up taxes this year...when I reminded him about his new MARRIED situation, in June...and how the IRS looks at that, next year.
Principalpoop: you still are stones hehe
c's: footman?
Dexter Fong: Tween: Did you say Copper Springs, NE?
c's: oh i understand the riff, bun
llanwydd: dr. silver springs?
ATweenTooFar: Rockville was where I was a certified Stationary Engineer
Principalpoop: foreign funnies
ATweenTooFar: Loooong time ago
H. Stones: yes poop, but i suffered 12 years of licensed coupling between isolations
Dexter Fong: Dr. "Jim" Silver Springs
llanwydd: don't go back to rockville
llanwydd: and waste another year
Principalpoop: do it again stones, harder harder
Bunnyboy: Kelsey Grammer's starring in a Broadway revival of LA CAGE AUX FOLLES, in April.
ATweenTooFar: Loooong time ago
H. Stones: sorry Poop i cannot afford the optometrists bills
ATweenTooFar: That would be a good idea, Bun ;)
llanwydd: you designed greeting cards, tween?
c's: no nat health anymore, stones?
Principalpoop: don't use contacts, use the braile system, touchie feelie
ATweenTooFar: Red is White, Black Is Boo, I really want to give myself to you...
H. Stones: its more local than national C
llanwydd: LOL
Dexter Fong: That was to Grandfather on his 80th Birthday
H. Stones: and you dont get help with problems caused by excessive masturbation
llanwydd: neither of my grandfathers lived to 80
Principalpoop: who is to say what is excessive? brb
Dexter Fong: Stones: Whose to define "excessive"?
ATweenTooFar: Have you seen the real you, LL? Have you? Have you?
llanwydd: but both my grandmothers lived past 90
Dexter Fong: Right poop
c's: my father's parents died only 10 years older than i am now. not a good sign
Bunnyboy: Hemmie: There's a shortage of disposable paper products?
Principalpoop: back
H. Stones: when the wife ran off with a merchant banker i could have wanked myself into a parallel universe
llanwydd: real me, tween?
H. Stones: and you cannot claim NHS help out side this one
Dexter Fong: Stones: I see no sign of "excessiveness"
ATweenTooFar references Quadrophenia
H. Stones: the thick glasses are a bit of a giveaway
Dexter Fong: Seems like a normal healthy English Schoolboy
Principalpoop: they can cure that now tween
Principalpoop: my right arm looks like it belongs to bjorn bjorn
ATweenTooFar: Sorry P, not into punk
Dexter Fong thinks we're gonna miss something when FS goes to the movie dub improv
llanwydd: and it's sequel, Schizophrenia
ATweenTooFar: Hello ah, clem
H. Stones: Bjorn,..... wasnt he in that film about the tame lion ?
Principalpoop: ahh good idea, put the fab or 5 guys on mystery science theatre
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
ATweenTooFar: I never lion, and I'm always right
llanwydd: Bjorn Frjie
Principalpoop: ok, skip punk, go straight to the hard stuff, gangsta
Dexter Fong: Nice timing Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
H. Stones: Bjorn Free, the thouching story of the Marquis of Bath
Principalpoop: now the voice of ahh, clem
ATweenTooFar pines for the fijords
Dexter Fong: Hello Clem
c's: ah, the clem voice
Bunnyboy: Hiya, clem!
H. Stones: Greetings sir Clem
llanwydd: marquis of bath? do I know him?
ATweenTooFar: You can never tell a bok by its cover, P
ah,clem ;)
Dexter Fong: Clem's been smoking those seeds, not dropping them
ATweenTooFar: book
ATweenTooFar: Or a wok, for that mater ;)
Bunnyboy: brb. Barking dog.
Dexter Fong: page
Principalpoop: bok bok bok hehe
Principalpoop: our hour, the first hour
Dexter Fong: choy choy choy phtttttth
ah,clem: nothin like a mimosa
H. Stones: Goes to make Tea, anybody like a cup ?
llanwydd: catherwood, pour me a bok choy
||||||||| Catherwood hands llanwydd a bok choy.
Principalpoop: i want a mug
Dexter Fong: Nope I'm wearing my steel jock
H. Stones: no shortage of them here, PP
c's: i have a mug full of steaming cider aside me now
llanwydd: "along the golden mile, they'll be swigging mugs of tea..."
Principalpoop: hard cider?
Merlyn: Catherwood, give Principalpoop a mug of hot chocoablock
||||||||| Catherwood gets principalpoop a mug of hot chocoablock.
ATweenTooFar: We don't need to know about your personal life
Dexter Fong hums the Ballad of "Steel" Jock McCairn
ATweenTooFar: WE already know...
c's: if there's any hardness in a mug of cidre that's been microwaved for 2 mintues, yes
ATweenTooFar always wears his Billy Jock shorts
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, just get me a hummer please
||||||||| Catherwood gets Dexter Fong a hummer.
ah,clem: steaming cider? you will ruin it, burns off the off good stuff
H. Stones: returns with steaming mugs of tea and buttered scones with a variety of Jams
ATweenTooFar: There is no color in the king...
Principalpoop: ouch hot hot
Dexter Fong: Tween: The ones with the turquoise inlay?
Principalpoop: just put it on the table next time stones
c's: jimi hendrix and jeff beck?
llanwydd: "to taste me mum's jam sarnies and see our auntie flo..."
Dexter Fong: Chet Atkins and Axlel
ATweenTooFar: There is a tax for that, Dex
H. Stones: it wont spread that far PP, i have lots of assorted jams
H. Stones: i tried kicking out the jams but they are sticky
llanwydd: do you have the one with the allman bros?
Dexter Fong: Tween: I hate those jocks with the tacks in 'em
ATweenTooFar: Mmmmm assorted
Principalpoop: all things must past had lots of jams
llanwydd: mountain jam, I think it was called
Principalpoop: toe jam, yum
c's: the atkins diet and the diet of worms
Bunnyboy: Back. We all had our piddles.
H. Stones: probably a lot of rocks in mountain jam LLan
llanwydd: I'm sure
H. Stones: Ice cream and onion Jam is ok though
Bunnyboy: And I kept my hands UNbusy, if you know what I mean...
ATweenTooFar: Has anyone here heard "Ballad For America"?
llanwydd: yeah, atkins tried to put me on a diet of worms
Principalpoop: what flavor ice cream?
llanwydd: not familiar, tween
Dexter Fong: Cat: A match made in Heavens gentile fireplace, or in satans Gas BarBCue
H. Stones: ice cream and onion
Bunnyboy: Jeff Beck did a great turn at the Grammys. He played "How High The Moon", in tribute to Les Paul.
H. Stones: or maybe you would prefer KFC jam with chillies
c's: Balled for America?
ATweenTooFar: Paul Robeson
Dexter Fong: Tween Never Heard it but I did hear Irish River Dance for New England
ATweenTooFar: Pretty freakin' serious
c's: is this corwin?
Principalpoop: ball ad for america
ah,clem: like sour cream and onion, but colder
ATweenTooFar: Ballad for Americans
ATweenTooFar: Did you see the advertizement?
Bunnyboy: I snagged a copy of STUDIO ONE ANTHOLOGY for 30 bucks, from Barnes & Noble.
ah,clem: with a touch of vanillal
c's: freedom or profit?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Nearly
H. Stones: delicious, clem
ATweenTooFar: New England might seceed
c's: anyone catch zinn's interview about american wars?
ATweenTooFar: From Cal & TX
llanwydd: catherwood, would you get me a piece of water and glass of meat?
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a piece of water and glass of meat.
H. Stones: i dont know why you guys fell for a New England, the old one as bad enough
c's: i watched so much zinn i forget if it was with moyers, amy goodman or some other thing
Principalpoop: i do put ice cubes in my glass of milk sometimes
llanwydd: LOL, Stones
ATweenTooFar: And I wouldn't blame them
c's: lol stones
ATweenTooFar: New York?
ATweenTooFar: Why?
Dexter Fong: New Bedlem?
ATweenTooFar: lol
Dexter Fong: South Black Tower?
Principalpoop: huh?
c's: i live in british columbia, talk about stupid names for places
Dexter Fong: Huh?!!! That'l get you in Bedlem soon's Bob's your name
Principalpoop: my name is not bob hahahahaha cough cough
Dexter Fong: Good Poop: Your showing signs of improvement
Principalpoop: every day in every way
Dexter Fong: (cough cough)
Dexter Fong: (wink wink)
Dexter Fong: (Nudge Nudge)
H. Stones: say no more
Dexter Fong give international sign of choking
Principalpoop: cni got me, trying to keep up
Bunnyboy: Dex: Sedagive?
Dexter Fong: It's the old in and out game Poop
c's: this is the origin of so much of their later stuff, i'm amazed
c's: their previous shows were quite different
c's: but the ones after this, dear freidns and lets eat, very similar
Dexter Fong: Bunny: We call it trianolel-di chroite-silcate
ATweenTooFar: As Andrew Dice Clay would say, 'you guyz names are neal and bob? or is that what you do?'
H. Stones: i call it pretty music, but the old people call it the blues
Dexter Fong: Cat: This whole san clamarone bit shows up in the last episode of Let's Eat
Principalpoop give fong the heimlich manuver, hehe
c's: among other places, dex
H. Stones: no dont, you know he likes it too much
Dexter Fong: Hands off Otto
c's: they just loved say san clamerone
llanwydd: wertyui
Dexter Fong: or Hands off, Otto
Principalpoop: give me 20 minutes to stop that
Dexter Fong: I care where I put my commas
c's: anyone know what music this is?
c's: nauseating familiar
Dexter Fong: Nope
llanwydd: the only time I ever heard of san clamerone was in papoon for president
Principalpoop: summer love? strings of romance?
llanwydd: didn't know if it was fictitious or not
ATweenTooFar: The Texas Koadkill Radio Ministry - hadn't thought of that one
Bunnyboy: brb. Wifey arrival.
ATweenTooFar: Roadkill
Principalpoop: Toadkill
ATweenTooFar: Might have to piss off some more Texans
ATweenTooFar: Lick a Toadkill
Dexter Fong: Llan: San Clamerone is a thinly idsguised name for pres Nixon's Cal hidesaway
Dexter Fong: San Clemente
c's: you can see the origin of pastor rod flash here
ATweenTooFar: Flea bite us?
ATweenTooFar: Rats bite us
llanwydd: I see
Principalpoop: coming together with a lipth, blasphemers
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please pass out the 3-D glasses
||||||||| Catherwood passes out the 3-d glasses.
c's: aha, dex.
c's: anyone know the music?
Principalpoop: wow, that is trippy
H. Stones: i didnt know he had swallowed them Fong
Dexter Fong: See, c?
c's: i remember it as background on some very minor league aft. travelogue
Dexter Fong: Show them the sea and they'll swallow anything
c's: wow, that's close to my father's car dealership
ATweenTooFar: The movie "In The Mouth Of Madness" is pretty good (John Carpenter)
Dexter Fong: Cat: I was thinking maybe the three oclock theater or the mid afternoon cinema
c's: i'm only c on chat. usually more riverine
ATweenTooFar: "Have you read Sutter Cane"?
Principalpoop: wolverine, ahh canadian
llanwydd: john carpenter used to sing with karen, didn't he?
Dexter Fong: afkfr
ATweenTooFar: Keep your wolverines to yourself, sir
c's: clem?
c's: i think this is the 2nd show
Principalpoop: beer?
Principalpoop: fear
ATweenTooFar: It's in the water, that's why it's colored
Principalpoop: stoners
llanwydd: just took ambien. I've got about another 15 minutes
Dexter Fong: Tween, like...is that the water for coloured?
H. Stones: you rang ?
c's: ah, no that was the end of 1
ATweenTooFar: Mmmmmm colours
Principalpoop: ding ding, ding ding
H. Stones: some of them are shiny but dont tell poop
Dexter Fong: Jive??
Principalpoop: your mike is up
c's: it is indeed, clem
ATweenTooFar: "Americans and British, a people divided by a common language..." ~ Winston Churchill
c's: yeah that was the live earl jive
ATweenTooFar: thoo peoples
ah,clem: nytol
H. Stones: and by common governments, Tween
ATweenTooFar: Thanks, clem :-)
Principalpoop: thanks, ah, clem watch out for the snow
Dexter Fong: Attentive clem, attentive...and blinded by the highly polioshed intro *and* outro
c's: great observation about the harmonica, clem
llanwydd: Nite Clem
H. Stones: thanks for all Clem
llanwydd: churchill was half american
Principalpoop: toad away
H. Stones: stay well and we will see you next week
Dexter Fong: I had a dog that was half huskey
c's: intro and outro from jan 2010, show from 1970 dex
Dexter Fong: and half thin
Principalpoop: best to you stones, get well
Principalpoop: honey too, and all
Dexter Fong: Cat: Was referring to clem's intro in which he whines that though highly polished, it was widely ignored
c's: oh i see dex
c's: all the best stones
Dexter Fong: Stones seems to be the pipeline to Honey
Dexter Fong: Well then...best to you both
Principalpoop: he keeps her for himself, the cad
c's: honey knows we're all on her side
H. Stones: she is snowed in again, Dexter
Principalpoop: yes she does
Dexter Fong: And he's got the caddy to, and the car
Bunnyboy: nite clem!
Dexter Fong: wb Bunny, leaving so soon?
c's: all thebest to clem and bambi
H. Stones: it was mighty fine to see Phil Austin last week
H. Stones: i hope he will drop by again soon
c's: indeed, stones
Principalpoop: so stones was just saying bye to ah,clem
c's: he seemed delighted that we continue
H. Stones: and so he should be
Dexter Fong: Guess I need to read the log....so until next week, I remain, Your obedient Servant
Principalpoop: ciao fong
Merlyn: read the cheese log
Dexter Fong: Signed...Bob Cratchit
c's: you're leaving dex?
Principalpoop: brie
Dexter Fong: Yeah Cat
Bunnyboy: Is there an echo in here?
c's: next week
Dexter Fong: anon anon
Principalpoop: anita tea too, super week, ciaooo
Bunnyboy: I was waving clem bye-bye.
||||||||| Principalpoop is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:38 PM.
ah,clem: have a great week everyone!
||||||||| ah,clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, ah,clem exits at 10:39 PM.
H. Stones: and to you and Bambi, Clem
Bunnyboy: Oh, pip-pip, Poop. Ehrm...Die, Dex! ; )
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ATweenTooFar - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: And sneaky me, trotting away.
c's: we'll try, clem
Bunnyboy waves
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:40 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
llanwydd: anybody still here? I've been eating
c's: i think everyone has gone. i'm no one
H. Stones: i am just about to leave in order to visit Honey, will see you all next week, stay well
llanwydd: oh, dont say that
c's: all our best to her, stones
llanwydd: I guess I better be going too. next week
H. Stones: thx C
H. Stones: TTFN
H. Stones: we down, we gone we bye bye
c's: off we flee
||||||||| At 10:43 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, c's!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| H. Stones is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:44 PM.
Merlyn: c u next week all
||||||||| 10:48 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:00 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...
||||||||| 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
ATweenTooFar
Bubba's Brain
Bunnyboy
c's
ddywnall
Dexter Fong
Firebroiled Cat Fish
H. Stones
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mike Easley's Brain
Mudhead
Principalpoop
Woody1 URL References:
http://www.charlotteobserver.com/topstories/story/1223386.html

Rogues' 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"