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03/04/2010

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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 March 04, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 6:10 AM downtown bus from Honolulu pulls away, leaving Farfirebroiled coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Farfirebroiled: br>
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. . . .
Farfirebroiled:

Easy, easy, my lad.

At times of dexterity like this,
my wee native compendium Mohameet
used to pray to the divinities.

His little brown froggy body a-quiver at my loines,

chanting a strream of ancient Egyptshine holograms . . ..
Farfirebroiled:

Of course!

Of course,

it was a jackel-headed woman

with her eyes akimbo,

a King sitting sideways on his throne,

adrip with gold, chipped nose up-lifted
-- thusly!

All engraven that refreshes,

a tale told by an idiot,

and the head of a Fox!.
||||||||| At 6:11 AM, Farfirebroiled vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'ah,clem', just granted probation at 8:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 8:09 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Mudhead: give it up
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: fugedaboutit
Merlyn: Hey mud
Merlyn: need more text to scroll off all the big text
Merlyn: 1
Merlyn: 2
Mudhead: say goodbyr Fiya
Mudhead: ok Merl
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'TexasTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
TexasTweeny: Hello, dear friends
Merlyn: hey tween
Mudhead: its Thursday
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 04, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
TexasTweeny: Why, yes it is, Mud...
TexasTweeny: Hi Merl
||||||||| Catherwood enters with c's close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
TexasTweeny: goood eveeening, ceace
Mudhead: hi c
Merlyn: It's the third man/letter
c's: hey guise
||||||||| 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 falls out at 9:02 PM.
llanwydd: ;lkjhgfd
TexasTweeny me is not a letterman
Mudhead: fingers on top of the keys llan
c's: how was your birthday dinner, mud?
Merlyn: C is the third man/letter
TexasTweeny: I keep forgetting that this is not IRC conventions
c's: more tasty than mud, i assume?
TexasTweeny: wow, like, a 4th is D?
Mudhead: goinng tommorrow actually cat
llanwydd: Happy Birthday, Muddy
c's: well i'm sure it will be wonderful, mud
Mudhead: ty
c's: i just had the same sole i had a couple of monthes ago for lunch at my fave restaurant. not quite as good but close enough.
TexasTweeny: Tell us about the new droid, Mud
llanwydd: that's pretty old sole, cat
Merlyn: well, two month old fish isn't very good, cat
c's: irc is but a bad dream now, tween. were you here when we were all on irc chat?
TexasTweeny: Nope
Mudhead: the new box is almost finished
TexasTweeny: Only since I stumbled across this on the FST site
c's: the dish was as good, the fish was diffrerent
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:06 PM, dragging I'm So Tired by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
TexasTweeny: I use IRC all the time with other folks
c's: lemon sauce still amazing.
llanwydd: welcome, I'm So
c's: a chef friend is coming to visit in june so i'm going thru my fave restaurants to enchant him with
TexasTweeny: Haven't slept a wink, have you?
llanwydd: I'm Thus
c's: have you slept a wink, ?
c's: oh, more shakespeare parody
TexasTweeny: You've all heard that Proc is going to be in Austin, TX in June?
llanwydd: Oh, I didn't see your last name, just your first and middle
Mudhead: I'll be away from the kb for a few, brb
c's: you gonna hang out, tween?
TexasTweeny: With the acting troupe
c's: a few what, mud?
TexasTweeny: I'll hang in there
llanwydd: hanging in there and hang out here
c's: if he hasnt already, i'm sure proc would be delighted to hang out with you.
I'm So Tired enables scripts
TexasTweeny: Haven't heard the specifics on the visit, but I'll surely show up if I can
I'm So Tired: ah. there we go!
c's: he is the most social of the fireguys, from my experience
I'm So Tired: couldn't talk
TexasTweeny: They're apparently doing Don Quixote
Merlyn: we'll all hang together or separately, with separate checks
c's: hey merl, did you listen to those cds i gave you?
c's: wree they something you dindt have?
TexasTweeny: The checks? You get it...
llanwydd: catherwood, get I'm So Tired a cup of coffee
||||||||| Catherwood gets i'm so tired a cup of coffee.
c's: czecks and slovals are separate. we had slovaks all over the place here for the olympics
Merlyn: I'm pretty sure I didn't have them, cat, thanks
TexasTweeny: They clog the traffic driving so slowly
I'm So Tired munches on some czechs parth mix
||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM crosstown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
TexasTweeny: Hey Dex
c's: i thought 8i had #1, dont know why i dont
llanwydd: Hey Dex
I'm So Tired: czechs party mix
c's: i do lose stuff, but it's not like the guise losing the important 2nd hours of all their krla shows
c's: high, dex?
Dexter Fong: Hello and good evening this morrow
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, llan, merlin, tween, tired
llanwydd: bon soir ce soir
c's: marrow is always good on the morrow, as opposed to the murrow
llanwydd: eat drink and be marrow
Dexter Fong: Edward Are Marrow
c's: the first two are a good idea
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: and marrow being mostly fat ain't bad
llanwydd: but you never think of bone fat
Dexter Fong: Yes
Dexter Fong: You never hear she's attractive but a little fat boned
||||||||| Catherwood leads ah,clem in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
TexasTweeny: I'm not fat, I have fat bones
Dexter Fong: Hi clem
llanwydd: LOL
TexasTweeny: lol Dex
llanwydd: Howdy, Clem
c's: speaking of per se quality food, i had lunch at market today, after wondrous early aft at newly renovated museum of anthropology
ah,clem: cast not out thy bone with thy soup
TexasTweeny: Ah, clem
ah,clem: hi all
c's: one of the best days i've ever spent in this city. and there's a lot of competetion there
llanwydd: what did you have, cat?
c's: hi ah
TexasTweeny: A turkey carcass makes great soup
TexasTweeny: Good to hear, cease
Dexter Fong: Particularly a fat boned turkey
TexasTweeny: Spring does seem to be nigh
c's: as i said to multiple jokes earleir, the same sole dish that blew me away in january. i had no idea such a bland fish could taste so wonderful
llanwydd: oh, please. "nigh" is so archaic
TexasTweeny: Yes, I always look for those, Dex
ah,clem playes the ham bone
llanwydd: oh, yes. the sole
c's: my alma mater's museum somehow got $50 mil to expand and it is amazing. was before
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:19 PM, dragging Bambi by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
TexasTweeny: Show off....
Bambi: hello dear friends :-)
llanwydd: LOL
TexasTweeny: Hey Bambi
ah,clem: yes, that is my sweet bozoette
Dexter Fong: Leggo tha leg o' bone Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
llanwydd: Good Evening, Bambi
Dexter Fong: I'll rile you all right
c's: i got there too late to be seated in any of the restaurant areas, but they let me sit alone in the bar and eat from the restaurant menu. amazing
ah,clem: catherwood, please get Dex a rifle
||||||||| Catherwood gets dex a rifle.
c's: dexm have you ever eaten at jean george in nyc?
c's: this is his vancouver outpost and apparently many of the same dishes.
llanwydd: there was an asian restaurant in burlington, vt that I used to like and I would always sit at the bar
Dexter Fong: Typing rifle just to rile me, Clem?
Dexter Fong: Cat: No I haven't
c's: i hear it's best bargain lunch in nyc. and certainly is in much cheaper van
TexasTweeny: Catherwood, please rifle through Dexter's brain
||||||||| Catherwood ignores TexasTweeny
ah,clem: no, thought you might need to shoot the butler
llanwydd: for some reason I always insisted on using chopsticks which I have never used in any chinese restaurant
c's: llan, if you get in, who care where you sit, as long as you get the food you want
Bambi: catherwood please pour me a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a toasted almond.
TexasTweeny: Catherwood did it
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to TexasTweeny and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
Bambi: tks catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Bambi and says "Something I can help with?"
Bambi: thank you catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're welcome."
llanwydd: exactly, cat
Bambi: learn some text abbreviations lol
c's: my trolley got caught behind a stalled vehicle so i couldnt get there before what i thought was closing time. but they let me in anyway
ah,clem: he does not know tks
llanwydd: but this was a very atmospheric asian restaurant with a strange bohemian elegance
TexasTweeny: bot d n txt?
Bambi: how are you all doing this evening?
llanwydd: they played jazz on the stereo instead of oriental music
c's: as good as possible, bambi
TexasTweeny: Beautiful weather in South Central Texas
llanwydd: I'm doing great myself, Bambi. And you?
ah,clem: this is a very complex album
Bambi: doing ok ... just glad my back is feeling better than it was last week
llanwydd: that's good to hear
Bambi :-)
llanwydd: topic of conversation. how long does it take to get from here to there? discuss
Dexter Fong: I'm already there
TexasTweeny: BTW clem, there are references to other plays ;)
TexasTweeny: A New York Minute
TexasTweeny: How Einsteinian, Fong
TexasTweeny: In fact, you never left...
Dexter Fong: divided by the five boroughs equals 12 New York seconds apiece
ah,clem: cure the crabs, lol
TexasTweeny: With spices at the Chesapeake, hopefully
Mudhead: the second hour of the boys LA shows is actually on the other side of the tapes
TexasTweeny: My 'city slicker' family actually caught crabs camping at the Chesapeake
Mudhead: campin wif de wrong people i bet
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's H. Stones, just back from Manchester."
Dexter Fong: Why were they camping...migrating?
c's: which tapes are these?
llanwydd: Hey Stones
TexasTweeny: Boiling crabs over a camp fire. That's a supper
H. Stones: Gruntings
ah,clem: I caught them once in Williamsburg, but that was a long time ago
Dexter Fong: Hey HS
TexasTweeny: Hail and well met, Stones
Bambi: howdy Stones
c's: as we listen to firesign pretend brit accents, here comes an actually accented brit
llanwydd: and they told you all about it, tween? how revolting
Mudhead: I hear a shot of pennicillin takes care of them ah,clem
H. Stones: Greetings from Honey, who i just spoke to on the dog and bone
Mudhead: how is she?
TexasTweeny: MSG on a Brit?
ah,clem: actually they have a shampoo for that, Mud
TexasTweeny: Please do tell, Sones
H. Stones: She is definitely on the mend but still low on energy and waiting for the next appointment with the Doc
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: better cure is whiskey and sand.......pour whiskey all over the affected area, then the sand...they get drunk and stone themselves to death
TexasTweeny: Stones
llanwydd: madison square garden?
c's: all hail honey in health
Mudhead: i approve of the razor, lighter fluid, and ice pick manuver
TexasTweeny: Ditto cease
H. Stones: she extends her greetings to all and i will send your wishes back to her
TexasTweeny: Hope her Honeyness is doing well
Dexter Fong: Please do Stones
Bambi: glad to hear Honey is on the mend...I did contact her last week via text
TexasTweeny: This is what one might call an 'under-appreciated' FST recording
llanwydd: do send mine
H. Stones: she has had a very undeserved and difficult year. i never thought that tails of evil stepmonsters were true but that awful bitch that robbed her of her legacy desrved all she gets
c's: they performed it to great applause in langley in jan and other cities i'm sure, tween
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 9:34 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
c's: on successive nights in the bar after the shows, ossman discussed the different reactions from friday and saturday nights crows to this piece
llanwydd: I bought this package of irish spring this afternoon that's stinking up the living room
Bambi: hope the truth comes out and wins out Stones
c's: i wish merl were here to supplant my info on this.
llanwydd: what the hell do they make that stuff out of?
H. Stones: i just went out to check on the weather which is clear and frosty right now and was just in time to watch a Stealth bommber go over the house and really low
llanwydd: pardon me while I put my soap away
TexasTweeny: She's had it rough, might not begin to describe the situation, eh?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Crows in the audience, I guess some of them were raven
c's: we had to balance his camera between us in the last row on sat night, so couldnt clap, cough, laugh, et al to capture their speech
H. Stones: she is certainly on my list Bambi
TexasTweeny: An American Stealth??
H. Stones: yes
H. Stones: triangular shape, green lights on end of wings and red lights underneath
TexasTweeny: What the F??
H. Stones: surprisingly quiet considering how low and close it waa
llanwydd: Raven. lol
Dexter Fong: Sounds like a lotta swamp gas to me
c's: you're right about honey's tormenters, stones
TexasTweeny: It was a weather balloon
H. Stones: well it certainly wasnt a pie plate or a dry cleaning bag full of marsh gas
TexasTweeny: Yeah, really sorry about Honey. Do you have a good email addy for her? Just would like to send best wishes...
llanwydd: I wonder how many miles I'd get on a tank of marsh gas
Mudhead: If we have alien saucers here, do you think we're developing cup technology?
Dexter Fong: Prolly just a reminder to you Brits to remain on board GWB's plan
TexasTweeny: And the pilot was a 'real square little fella'?
Dexter Fong: I'd like to cups, size DD please
H. Stones: actually if any of you folks are listeners to the BBC over there, the government has announced a plan to end two networks and reduce the web site by half, there are petitions to be signed and angry emails to be sent
Dexter Fong: two
TexasTweeny: Grid, don't remind me of that man
||||||||| At 9:39 PM, H. Stones vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
TexasTweeny: America only had to put up with him for 8 years. I had the good fortune to move to Texas in 1995
||||||||| Catherwood escorts H. Stones into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:39 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: stones is back
TexasTweeny: Goodbye, I must be returning
llanwydd: where did you live before tx, tween?
Mudhead: Stones I'd happily pay the tax, or fee to receive the BBC here in the states
TexasTweeny: Near where Bubba's Brain lives
Bambi: you mean the real bbc?
TexasTweeny: Central Indiana near Bloomington
llanwydd: you can get bbc news
c's: did the uk lose all its money on iraq follygreece lost $15 billion on its olympics and is sinking into debt now
TexasTweeny: Grew up in the burbs of DC
c's: hope vancouver isnt next
Dexter Fong: Tween: At the top of the Neck?
Mudhead: but not current bbc shows
H. Stones: thanks Mud, i have just paid my license fee for the next year and when i consider the commercial alternatives waiting int he wings to grab anything they can i am appalled,
llanwydd: oh, yes. bloomington. I think you mentioned that once before
TexasTweeny: I never neck on the first date
H. Stones: Fox and Sky for example
llanwydd: I've only been in the far north of IN
c's: one of the very few things anyone outside of the uk has any fondness for it for is the bbc, stones. if you fuck that up, it'll be down to us levels of contempt
H. Stones: i totally agree C
TexasTweeny: The Hill Country is much better, LL
llanwydd: well, what would you like, muddy? coronation street?
TexasTweeny: Completely different landscape
c's: have you been outside of the uk?
Bambi: course even bbc is pulling that drm crap
Mudhead: Top Gear
TexasTweeny: Close to Kentucky. Freakin' beautiful
llanwydd: I don't think pbs would ever show it but I'd like to see one episode of that someday
Bambi: which is supposedly against the laws there
H. Stones: there is very little in this septic isle that we can be proud of but it think the Web site fo the BBC is very special whether nationally or internationally
llanwydd: Top Gear. I agree
c's: my indian, aussies, kiwi, african, sri lankan, paki et al friends have nothing but visceral hatred for your country from their experience as colonized
TexasTweeny: septic isle LOL
H. Stones: and quite right too C
H. Stones: lol
TexasTweeny: That once controlled 2/5 of the planet
c's: i was listening to a favourite us comic's podcast, marc maron, interview canuck comic who lives in the uk called wool or something, the other day
TexasTweeny: I'll bet there's some great English countryside
||||||||| H. Stones rushes off, saying "9:44 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers H. Stones into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:45 PM, then departs.
c's: he told a story about an irish guy saying how much he hated england, to a working class brit guy
llanwydd: I've been in the great english countryside
Dexter Fong: I love england,,,your colonization process softened 'em up for our commercial interests to take over
Mudhead: someone throw Stones a line
TexasTweeny: As opposed to the British Empire, cease??
c's: nd the brit said, the lord here only fucked up for the last few centuries. they've fucked us up forever
TexasTweeny: lol cease
c's: fuckd YOU up, meaning, ireland, et al.
TexasTweeny: Some people in Texas are fighting to restore The Constitution
c's: my tping tends to defeatr my attempt to relay others jokes, as well as mine
Dexter Fong: Which Constitution
llanwydd: when I was in england there were only 4 tv stations
TexasTweeny: The one where it says ONLY CONGRESS CAN DECLARE WAR
Dexter Fong: Oh The Battle ship Constitution?
TexasTweeny: That one ;)
llanwydd: one of them was a public station. this was back in 1984
c's: im finishg Tom Paine, a Political Life by john keane. amazingly boring book about an amazing interesting man. had great influcne on me in high school.
TexasTweeny: Which I have seen parked at Baltimore Harbor (English Lord)
TexasTweeny: Cool, cease
H. Stones: we can get scores of channels now llan but most of them are crap of course
llanwydd: oh, yes. our constitution in in boston
Mudhead: the Beeb could sell internet access to their programming and generate enough to keep all the networks going and more
c's: like berlesconi's italy, stones?
TexasTweeny: It's in _in_ Boston?
llanwydd: I tried to say that tween
Dexter Fong: It's coming out in London
c's: to quote from memory, "i am not a member of the christian, the jewish, the mostlem, the hindu, the buddhist or any other churcy. my mind is my church" from The Age of Reason
H. Stones: well maybe not quite that bad just yet cat but its heading in that direction and just think what it will be like if Murdoch grabs it
c's: not likely, mud
llanwydd: my spelhing is heighwyre tonyte
TexasTweeny: Sounds reasonable
Dexter Fong: llan: qpwoeiruty
c's: murcdock has done almost as much harm as paine did good
llanwydd: no, dex. I'll stay on home row tonight
TexasTweeny has a new world symphony keyboard
Dexter Fong: I call him Mordark
Mudhead: We're still watching reruns of Top Gear season 11, season 12 in Canada, I beleive its on season 14 in the UK
TexasTweeny: You don't those American upstarts?
c's: youre not in canada, mud
H. Stones: http://www.metro.co.uk/news/815716-save-6-music-how-the-web-is-fighting-back-against-bbc-cuts
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:51 PM and ah,clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
c's: harry shearer said the simpsons is the only reason not to deport mordock
TexasTweeny: 'the end of kings' does not appeal to you?
Dexter Fong: Clem you bounder
TexasTweeny: don't like
c's: clem is no clam
TexasTweeny: mordock lol - I like it
c's: i'm he'd make a lousy chowder
H. Stones: http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=127782&messages=8
ah,clem: will sign off after this, can't stay up for another album, be well all
c's: we do our best, clem
llanwydd: nite Clem
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks Clem
TexasTweeny: Thanks to you and Deer Person :-)
c's: when you feel like it, play the other hour hour shows
H. Stones: hope all is well with you clem, and thanks for the radio
ah,clem: night all
H. Stones: nighty night
Mudhead: the aT&T connection not good ah,clem?
ah,clem: I will get back to HH when I can, Cat, they will not be wasted
TexasTweeny: It's been rough for clem and Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ah,clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
TexasTweeny: clem's still having to use oxygen because of that damned tick
llanwydd: what is worse. getting bumsrushed by catherwood or dying of dengue fever?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to llanwydd and queries "Something I can help with?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'jahgust', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
llanwydd: Good Evening, Jahgust
TexasTweeny: Hey gus
Dexter Fong: Get off the bus Jahgust
H. Stones: hi there
TexasTweeny: Deflate you're shoes
Mudhead: alas, i must also leave, i wish all hearty hail and fair weather, goodnite dear friends
llanwydd: Nite Mudhead
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
H. Stones: good nite mud, stay safe
||||||||| "9:56 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
TexasTweeny: Nite, Mr. Mud
H. Stones: have you cleared all the snow yet Fong
c's: have fun tomorrow, mud
Dexter Fong: Yes Stones, it didn't stay long, got slushy and melted away
llanwydd: our melt is starting to snow as well
H. Stones: we just got rid of our snow which has lain on the ground since the first week in December
Dexter Fong: Smelt? It's smelt season already?
llanwydd: it should be all spring when the gone gets here
H. Stones: i think llan has missed his meds again
llanwydd: lol
H. Stones: here you are llan, have some of mine
llanwydd: thanks stones. what have we here....
H. Stones: all kinds of goodies, llan, uppers downers, inbetweeners and even a little weed
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: Inbetweeners! LOL
TexasTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone kippered smelts
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone kippered smelts.
llanwydd: let's get good and inbetween!
H. Stones: are they a Texan delicasy Tweenster ?
TexasTweeny: Since when?
TexasTweeny: That's the only question I'm asking ;)
llanwydd: smelt is popular in my neck of the lake. miracle whip is the condiment of choice for those
H. Stones: be careful with those inbetweeners, llan, last week i overdosed on them and stayed exactly where i was all day
TexasTweeny: No that would be BBQ'd armadillo
llanwydd: LOL
TexasTweeny: Preferrably fresh roadkill
H. Stones: you swine, Tween, you know they are a protected species
TexasTweeny: lol
H. Stones: i think i heard you on CNI before clem arrived talking about early computers
llanwydd: the italian armadiglio
TexasTweeny: Thanks clem
I'm So Tired puts the toads away
TexasTweeny: Yes, Stones, I believe that was the 'Endangered Trojan Act'
Bambi: thanks Clem! :-)
jahgust: Cant seem to find the chromium switch
Bambi: the ETA eh?
H. Stones: i didnt catch the beginning sadly Tween but only the last ten minutes or so, sounded good though
TexasTweeny: lol
TexasTweeny: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
H. Stones: the very same
TexasTweeny: For your consideration...
llanwydd: you people are so superstitious
jahgust: Sorry iphone having a hissy fit!
TexasTweeny: It's just this little Government Tweeny
Bambi: who's superstitious? (as she throws salt over her shoulder) LOL
TexasTweeny: lol
H. Stones: dammit i just slipped on the salt and fell over a ladder Bambi
TexasTweeny: The Church of Ladder Day Bambi
I'm So Tired brushes the salt off his shirt
Bambi: oh, no! I am so sorry Stones! Will have to knock on wood next time!
H. Stones: groans at tween
c's: superstition is when your brain has nothing else to do
TexasTweeny: Later, gators... be well and happy, guyz
H. Stones: i have had a lot of bad luck recently, i discovered it is bad luck to play with crocodiles
||||||||| "10:10 PM? I'm late!" exclaims TexasTweeny, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
llanwydd: good one, cat
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bunnyboy into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:10 PM, then departs.
Bunnyboy: lo dere
Bunnyboy: oops. brb.
H. Stones: hi bunny
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
||||||||| At 10:10 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bambi: hey Bunny
llanwydd: you have crocodiles in manchester, stones?
llanwydd: Hy BB
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:11 PM and Bunnyboy steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Totally missed Bunny
Bunnyboy: Dat's beddah.
H. Stones: loads of em, llan
Dexter Fong: No I didn't, hey BB
Bunnyboy: 25 lines. A veritable panorama.
Dexter Fong: BB: Saw "Looped " last night
Bunnyboy: Dex: How was it?
llanwydd: looped? never heard of it
Dexter Fong: Enjoyable, some outrageously funny remarks by TB....VH did a very nice potrayal of TB
Bambi: have a great night folks ... see ya the next time it comes around on the guitar....
c's: hey bun
Bunnyboy: Cool! Hope it gets cheeks in seats.
c's: you hear all the good news about new firesign shows?
Dexter Fong: llan: It's a play about talulah Bankhead having to "loop" a line for the movie "Die Die My darling and the hilarity that ensues
llanwydd: Nite Bambi
c's: you too , bamb i
jahgust: Hey Bunny.
Bunnyboy: cat: Yeah. I think I did CANDIDE at the space they're perfoming in Ashland.
llanwydd: you know, I can't even picture talulah bankhead in my mind although I know I've seen her
Dexter Fong: Bunny elicits speech from gust
llanwydd: she was in the hitchcock film, Lifeboat but that wasn't one of my favorite hitchcock
Bunnyboy: performing ON, in Ashland.
c's: one of my fave books, bun
Bunnyboy: Is the line: "You have to die! DIE, my darling!"
Bunnyboy: cat: I was lucky enough to play Voltaire in 2 different productions, Seattle 1990, Ashland 1997.
Bunnyboy: llan: But MAN, the kiss she shares with Hume Cronyn, in LIFEBOAT...
H. Stones: well i have to be up early for the plumbers to arrive in the morning so i better exit now
llanwydd: so you are an actor, BB?
Dexter Fong: Bun: No, it goes something like this "So, as i was telling you, that wretched rector, has virtually barred me from this church
Bunnyboy: nite Hemmie!
llanwydd: I don't think I knew
H. Stones: see you all again same fire time next week, in the meantime stay safe and well, all of you
Dexter Fong: Night Stones, and remember, American business men love you =)
H. Stones: sweet dreams all
llanwydd: Nite Stones!
Bunnyboy: Do "rectal" and "retch" pop up?
H. Stones: they will eventually learn the error of their ways, Fong
H. Stones: nighty night
Bunnyboy: llan: Every day I go to work.
c's: not voluntarily, bun
jahgust: Sorry I am having trouble with this here iphone dangit
c's: all the best, stones
llanwydd: well you said you played voltaire
Bunnyboy: Actually, haven't trod the boards much since 1991. And 1997 was a lark.
c's: are you chatting on iphone, jah?
llanwydd: nothing to apologize for, jahg
c's: are you joe from rhode island?
Dexter Fong: Bun: There ain't hardley a cuss word, blasphemy, blatantly and srudely sexual remark that didn't
Bunnyboy: I was an actor, from 1975-1997.
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: ok bun, you must be in my new play
||||||||| H. Stones says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, H. Stones exits at 10:20 PM.
Bunnyboy: cat: That I will do!
c's: you know the song Its a Round Round World, bun?
Bunnyboy: Yes, listen to cat's RED SHIFT. You can catch me overenunciating, in a couple of sections.
c's: i want to do something like that blending of character lyrics
c's: sorry, bun.
c's: everyohne and his disease was on thatr show
Bunnyboy: cat: No, it's me who should be sorry...but I'm more or less shameless.
c's: i have a serious deadline now. either i'l lbe dead, or i'l have words for many chatters to enunciate perfectrly by this fall
jahgust: yep on the iphone from Rhode Island and looking forward to another journey out west this year!
c's: 2 of my fave actors want me to record them in montreal in oct so i'll arange my nyc actors arond that.
Bunnyboy: Don't die! You have a deadline!
c's: hey, if the firesign theatre asked you to write a play, you would't say no, you'.d say Yes Sir
Bunnyboy: cat: Nope, ain't heard Round World.
llanwydd: well, I am heading out. see you all next week
c's: frm stan freburg
c's: usa album. big influcne on firesing
Bunnyboy: Nite llan. We'll all act some more, later.
c's: i mean word for word influence. google it.
c's: by llabn
c's: dream well of your performance in my new play
Dexter Fong: night llan
Bunnyboy: Man, I need to pick up the Freberg USA albums. Recorded decades apart.
Bunnyboy: Just say "scene".
Dexter Fong: seen
Dexter Fong: ob scene
Bunnyboy: But not heard.
Dexter Fong: da best mins of MY generation
Bunnyboy: Anybody watching THE LOVED ONE on TCM tonight?
Bunnyboy: Anybody catch a PBS broadcast of SCTV GOLDEN CLASSICS?
Dexter Fong: that was agreat movie bun
c's: the jessica mitford book about eh funeral industry, bun?
Bunnyboy: David Rubinsohn, who produced the FST special, WEIRDLY COOL, compliled the clips for the SCTV show. Great fun.
c's: if i didnt see it how do i know its golden, bun?
Dexter Fong: afkfr
c's: did it win an olympic medal/
jahgust: Crapdoodle my connectivity is abysmal tonight
Bunnyboy: Dex: Speaking of looping, Robert Morse mentions that he did massive looping work, in post for THE LOVED ONE.
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: His accent kept shifting.
c's: accent shifting sure beats shape shifting
Bunnyboy: I love Lionel Stander, in LOVED ONE.
Merlyn: he was a great character actor
c's: merl you'rv returned from virtual death
Merlyn: I think he was the # character
c's: you have any firenews?
Merlyn: at least in a lot of films he threatened to # someone
Merlyn: not really
c's: i was at work all day on project for austin. one of the best days of my life
Merlyn: a couple show dates in June in Portland I think
jahgust: I am gonna exit for the moment to see if I can get on better stream
c's: ok jah
||||||||| jahgust dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's jahgust?! It's 10:35 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
c's: you tlak to the guys these days, merl?
Merlyn: not lately, and usually email instead of talking
c's: austin is finally on facebook. is that a good thing?
||||||||| Catherwood leads jahgust inside, makes a note of the time (10:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: sure cat
jahgust: Ok this thing on?
Dexter Fong: back
Dexter Fong: yes you're on gust
jahgust: Cat you are working with Austin? That is freakin amazing!
c's: jah, austin starred in 3 of my plays. wants to do more
c's: so i have to write more
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: Good to have Austin on the facebook on the interwebs
Dexter Fong: Gust, don't forget about thetweeties or the assmodes
c's: well, no, jah. austin didnt get on facebook for a reason. i think this is not really a good thing for hinm
c's: he's more private
Dexter Fong: perhaps it's a new phase
c's: its jsut the other guys are all on, mostly ossmanh posting daily, and to promote their shows, eh/
Dexter Fong: don't let it faze you
c's: no dex
jahgust: That is amazing! I had no idea whats the new stuff involve?
c's: i'm not even 60 but i figure, when you get to be austin's 70, you dont want to make any more changes than necessary becauce of the in=creased diffiuclty of saiid actoin
Dexter Fong: One man's lethargy is another man's apathy, Cat
Merlyn: they're doing shows on the west coast, planning to do more inward eventually (but Austin will only drive there)
Dexter Fong: Couldn't they drug him and just put him on a plane?
c's: dex, when i met you, i thought you were younger than me
c's: medrl is younger than everyboyd
c's: or take train, merl
Dexter Fong: Cat: I was, but the last couple of years have been tough
jahgust: Hopefully Phil can get something out of it. More people to read the blog perhaps?
Merlyn: medrl?
c's: jah, i dont think he cares
Dexter Fong: Medrl, when you can't take anything else
c's: merl, you expectr me to type?
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat, but not well =)
c's: merl, you think the lads will ever get to to minneapolis to do a show?
jahgust: I can understand that!
c's: your expectations are to be considered.
c's: rember our blind friend, who said his reader coulldnt read my mispelingstha made me want to type better
jahgust: Well keep us posted as to the writing and stuff! Sounds exciting
Dexter Fong: And you're doing nicely Cat
c's: will do jah.
c's: you can hear my plays with the guys at www.seemreal.com
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:54 PM and Bunnyboy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bunnyboy: Sorry. PC had a blurp.
Dexter Fong: WB Bunny, dahliiiing
Bunnyboy: Damn Norton.
jahgust: with all misspellings intact! ;-)
Bunnyboy takes a long drag.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please gibe bunnyboy a feather boa
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong
c's: its kinda of drag
Dexter Fong mutters "Thanks C'wood
jahgust: blurpy type of night
c's: i wonder where el is?
c's: i also wonder who is tired?
Dexter Fong: Watching TV
Dexter Fong: She is tired
Dexter Fong: Tired of the same old thread-bare plots
jahgust: yeh long tiring couple of weeks. Definately something up with the cismos Cat! All that Gas music I guess
Bunnyboy: I've never watched the whole film, but the original MR. DEEDS GOES TO TOWN is a great, rare opportunity to see Lionel Stander and Charles Lane, as relatively young men.
c's: i want to stay with them and take them out to dinner at something other than red lobster, our last destination
Dexter Fong: I loved "A Clssigal Gas"
c's: jah, are you joe from rhode island?
Dexter Fong: Classical
c's: wow dex, you borrowed my stoned typing programme
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: I'm not Joe from Rhode Island
Bunnyboy: And I'm not Ed from Syracuse.
jahgust: I did mean Cosmos in fact. Perhaps Cosmos Factory in operation
c's: you're niether joe nor from rhode, dex. and we're all real happy about that
Merlyn: hey, see you next week
Bunnyboy: Mr. and Mrs. Smith? Never heard of 'em.
Dexter Fong: Night Merlin and thanks for hosting
Bunnyboy: nite Merlyn!
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:02 PM train to Hellmouth.
c's: i'm cat from yorkton. the number of anyone who knows where that is nears zero
Dexter Fong: That's Joe and Rhondine Scuttlebutt, they're funny namers
c's: by merl
jahgust: yes joe from RI
Dexter Fong: Yet Joe, Nino places you in NYC
c's: joe, oona said meeting you was one of the best experiences of the shows. you know that, riight?
c's: i talked to ossman when the shows were first announced and he said someone was coming all the way from rhode island to see it
jahgust: night Merlyn
c's: he was WAY impressed
c's: ive been freinds and collaborators with the lads for 15 years now, but they are always looking for more folks to collaborate with, as you saw in that flick gods clowsn
jahgust: Are you pulling my leg? (Why he asks) Its just dropped off! How nice to hear! Makes my day for sure Cat!
Bunnyboy: If'n you missed it, back in the day, hunt up the catastrophic 1989 61st Oscars opening, on YouTube.
Bunnyboy: Likely search strings: 61st Oscars snow white 1989
c's: bun, is the oscars relavent to you?
Bunnyboy: Well, I always watch 'em. Don't ask why.
c's: jah, as long as you do stuff that interests other people, some of those other people will include the firesign theatre
Bunnyboy: Award shows are my one "reality weakness".
jahgust: Talk about a dream come true eh working with guys!
c's: jkah, you hung out with them at the bars on fri and sat. if they didnt like you, that wouldnt have happened
c's: their freinds are not numerous enough
Dexter Fong: afk fr
Bunnyboy: I better see if there's a chicken (or potato) in the pot. Cheers, gents!
c's: byb bun
jahgust: Thats cool to know Cat. Still gives me the Waynes World unworthies!
c's: hey jah, take it from an old freind of the lads, if the fact you came all the way from rhode island to see them in langley, they really appreciate that
c's: you chatted with them at length, joe
jahgust: Later Bunny
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:21 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
c's: i'm aboiut a 3 1/2 hour drive from their show. you are from another time zone
Dexter Fong: Gotta git along
Dexter Fong: Night Cat, gust
c's: by all
||||||||| Around 11:25 PM, c's walks off into the sunset...
jahgust: Yeh I know! Gotta get over my inherent sense of worth sometimes! I was glad that it seemed so effortless talking with them all. I think that part one of the Langley account will ne in the next Chromium Switch where I say how great is meeting you all in person. It felt quite natural and easy.
jahgust: Night all gotta work early!
I'm So Tired
||||||||| "11:28 PM? I'm late!" exclaims I'm So Tired, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| jahgust - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:52 PM and jahgust waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| At 11:53 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, jahgust!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
ah,clem
Bambi
Bunnyboy
c's
Dexter Fong
Farfirebroiled
H. Stones
I'm So Tired
jahgust
llanwydd
Merlyn
Mudhead
TexasTweeny URL References:
http://mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=127782&messages=8
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.metro.co.uk/news/815716-save-6-music-how-the-web-is-fighting-back-against-bbc-cuts
www.seemreal.com

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"