Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
04/01/2010

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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 April 01, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 7:11 AM: Firerolled-Frump jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Firerolled-Frump:

Come on up here, if you want to eat!

Come on up, darling.
Don’t be afraid. I won’t bite you!

Is it too much, friends? (Pull the curtains, Fred)

Look at this, look at this steaming heap.
Too much of Admirable Bird’s crackly brown
French-fried
Chicken Fingers?

Too many cuts of
Mother Baker’s
Deep-Dish
Sheep Dip
Cherrystone Pie?

Too many Tubs of Slaw?
Firerolled-Frump:

Then take some, friends.

Dip deep, darling!

Take some pot-buttered groat clusters!

Here you are!
Say thank you!
Not with your mouth full.

I’ll talk.

You eat.

And while you eat,
be assured,

Dear Friends,

that one of the Two Greatest Guys
in the Universe,
that Great Guy Upstairs,
is thanking me,
as you are thanking me . . .
Firerolled-Frump:

Doesn’t that change your heart, friends?

Don’t you feel your heart burning?

Can you feel the change?

Are you full?

Don’t you feel the Changes,
Dear Friends?

Are you changing, friends?
Isn’t he . . .
||||||||| At 7:12 AM, Firerolled-Frump vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'RedPillTweeny', just granted probation at 9:08 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 9:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:41 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| It's 11:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H. Stones close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
H. Stones: Let my People Go! ( dammit, someone left the door open )
||||||||| It's 8:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| H. Stones - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong in through the front door at 8:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'BloodyL', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
BloodyL: Hi dex
Dexter Fong: Hey BH
Dexter Fong: oops BL
BloodyL: Just thought I'd drop in to let everyone know that I'm in work tonight so I won't be able to hang out at the same old place
BloodyL: I'm at work right now, so I can't hang about.
Dexter Fong: Ah, that's why Nino can't locate you...drop by when you can
BloodyL: Say hello to the rest of the crew for me, cheers bud! :)
Dexter Fong: Tally Ho
BloodyL: Heh!, see you o the other side of the record.
||||||||| BloodyL says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, BloodyL exits at 8:53 PM.
Dexter Fong: You bet
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, call me a cab
||||||||| Catherwood calls Dexter Fong a cab.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cease close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat
Dexter Fong: BloodyL was here to say he's working and can hang tonight
Dexter Fong: can't
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 01, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, it's 9:00 o'clock
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Dexter Fong and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: hey dex
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
cease: can or cant?
Dexter Fong: can't
cease: aha
cease: it was great having austin hang out in chat on sunday night
cease: the lads are really going out of their way to involve themselves with fans, be more interactive now
Dexter Fong: Yeah, but he seems kinda at a loss in how and with who to interact
cease: they want us to tell our friends to attend their shows and buy their discs
Dexter Fong: "word of mouth" eh?
cease: thats where their fans are, or would be
cease: where's cni?
Dexter Fong: Down by de mouf ob de ribuh?
Dexter Fong: No idea Cat
cease: have you listened to any of the hour hour shows on sunday, dex? jive will be changing the time to make it earliler, from 6 pst
||||||||| the dalai llanwydd sneaks in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
cease: these are the earlier episodes of the show i only taped the last 6 of. so this is kind of miraculous for me, to hear the first shows
the dalai llanwydd: happy fool's day
Dexter Fong: Cat: No, I haven't had the chance..I'm hoping/assuming that eventually they'll be shared amongst us fireheads
Dexter Fong: Hello Dalai
cease: if you;re awake for rfo at 8, now hour hour will be even easier to listen to in your time zone
cease: hell, its ll
cease: wow lighting outside and thudner too. scary.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Don't always have sundays open
cease: aha
the dalai llanwydd: is that all you have. I've got about a hundred ducks in my back yard making a racket
Dexter Fong: Hey llan: Were you impacted by the great rains?
the dalai llanwydd: I'd welcome some thunder and lightning
Dexter Fong: Duscks, back yard, perhaps you were
the dalai llanwydd: we got the rain up here but it didn't wash out any roads or bridges
Dexter Fong: Mazel Tov
the dalai llanwydd: I can't imagine what the duck want in my back yard
the dalai llanwydd: I'm going to have to put on some white noise in a little while. it's getting hard to take
Dexter Fong: He wants to get down with you
the dalai llanwydd: lol
the dalai llanwydd: I saw on the news that bridges are crumbling in rhode island
the dalai llanwydd: apparently some bridges that I have driven over several times. that's kind of scary
Dexter Fong: When they close I95, you know there's some serious aquatic shit goin' on
cease: isnt that true throughout your country, llan?
Dexter Fong: Nice Cat: A few bridges collapse and it's like a national problem
the dalai llanwydd: well, a very vital bridge in my area had to be destroyed not long ago
cease: no, i'm not a nice cat. i'm not even a cat.
the dalai llanwydd: back in february actually. It upset the economy and worse
Dexter Fong: Upset the trolls living under the bridge
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: No more Mr. Billy Goat Nice Guy
Dexter Fong: Hm..no Merlyn....no Ah Clem
cease: mabye everyone else is april fooling us
the dalai llanwydd: the weather didn't affect me except that I like to walk about five miles every day which I couldn't do
Dexter Fong: llan: You gotta pace yourself
Dexter Fong: afkfr brb
the dalai llanwydd: yes, cat. they are all on another chat site waiting to ambush us
cease: it is odd not be hearing cni now
the dalai llanwydd: I hate to think that the chat is going to move from thursday to sunday but I wonder
cease: you think that's an issue, llan?
the dalai llanwydd: not really
the dalai llanwydd: I remember one thursday night several years ago when everybody but me and one or two others couldn't get into the chat room
the dalai llanwydd: I never understood how it happened
Dexter Fong: I;m wondering if chat is going to move to sundays, and also wondering what it will do if/when RFO stops casting
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL in through the front door at 9:22 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: Hola, Hell
Dexter Fong: Olla Punk Rasta Lo RIDAH FROM HELL
the dalai llanwydd: Hey Punk!
Dexter Fong: just a shout out
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Greetins from the President of the United Snaxes
Dexter Fong: The snax have united and are threatening our mealtime
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: The Snaxe eated all the snax
cease: greetins, much tastier than grecians
Dexter Fong: Except for these few asprins
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Here: Hold this grape....
the dalai llanwydd: cretins
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Here-Hold This Grape
cease: croutons
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: ha Dept of Redundancy Dept Boys working overtime again
the dalai llanwydd: sounds like the ducks are getting tired. about time
Dexter Fong: CXatherwood, pour everyone a glass of Mouton Crouton
cease: ive gone back in time. hey zeno, wanna hear a paradox/
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: AFLAC
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: No ducks here, only Jasper MOKO
the dalai llanwydd: do we know you, mr hell, or are you new?
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: You know me
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: I'm liek in Ninja Pirate Mode
Dexter Fong: And ye shall know him by his tool
cease: lets hope not, dex
Dexter Fong: And they shall call him the "Slapper"
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: I keep my Tool to myself in the main
Dexter Fong: And he shall be wearing a Chamwow Burkha
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Ow
Dexter Fong: and only appearing on late night commercials
cease: do we know you by another name, Hell?
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Yamamoto
the dalai llanwydd: aha
cease: of course
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: aja
cease: the master of disguies
Dexter Fong: Yam....you dear fellow, had me completely bamboozled
cease: lol dex
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: I'm good at bamboozage
cease: i guess yammy didnt get the message to boycott chat tongiht
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: esp. the 'booze' part
cease: booze is good
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Eh?
Dexter Fong: Apparently i didn't get it either
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Nor did I
the dalai llanwydd: I knew it was a conspiracy
the dalai llanwydd: one of the cruelest april fools jokes I have ever been subjected to
Dexter Fong: A conspiracy of duck... dunces
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:32 PM and Bunnyboy waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cease: we were speculating on the abscense of clem and cni before you got here, yammy
the dalai llanwydd: Hey Bunnyboy
Dexter Fong: Bunny didn't get it either
Bunnyboy: lo cat Dex Yam llan
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: No clue
cease: and in hops bunny. better a hope than a hoppy, but that's another tale
Bunnyboy: Dinnit git whut?
cease: a Hopi
Bunnyboy: ???
cease: hoolah luau
Dexter Fong: The msge to boycott tonights chat
the dalai llanwydd: I'm bewildered, bunnyboy. how did you recognize yammy?
Bunnyboy: Everybody get outta here! There's a lobster loose!
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Indian Rabbits? They'll Multiply Like Convienience Stores!
cease: we were just speculating on lite attendence tonight.
Dexter Fong: Bewitchedm bewildered and bunnyboyed
cease: not real convenience, but Like convenience.
Bunnyboy: llan: I peeked at the pesky log.
Bunnyboy: It's a cheap trick.
the dalai llanwydd: aha
Dexter Fong: Less convenience more availability
cease: you reach for an item and its only a paiting of the item. a warhol store of boxes of nothing
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Yeah, I was never good w/ the I before e thing
Bunnyboy: There's no fool like a gone fool.
cease: the plot of at least one pk dick novel
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Cheap Trick? Rick Nelson Phone Home
the dalai llanwydd: or a tom fool whatever that is
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H. Stones close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: llan: Tom = Male
Bunnyboy: Maybe everyone's recovering from Sunday's RFO stream.
cease: hello hemlock
the dalai llanwydd: Hey Stones
H. Stones: is everyone hiding from the census ?
Dexter Fong: Stones you dear fellow, Yam has you completely bamboozled
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: I was a bit tired at that time and missed the stream
Bunnyboy: (sings) Bepressed, bespondent and...buhliterate...am meeeee...
Dexter Fong: HS: BloodyL drop by to say he's working tonight and can't hang
the dalai llanwydd: as opposed to female foolery?
Bunnyboy: lo Hemmie!
H. Stones: Greetings one and all
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Census/ What Census?
the dalai llanwydd: he's hanging tonight and can't work
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: werd
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
H. Stones: I see Poop is hiding on MSN
Bunnyboy: That must be it. They can't count you, if they can't see you. Shields up!
Bunnyboy: lo Merlyn!
cease: well, in comes merlyn
Merlyn: I'm really a spaghetti tree
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: MS is poop as far as I'm concerned
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Recently saw new production of "Lend Me a Tenor" with Anthony LaPaglia, Tony Shaloub, directed by Stanley Tucci
H. Stones: my window has frozen again grrrr
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: What I said
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Move to florida
Bunnyboy: Dex: Wow! That must've been swell.
Dexter Fong: Stones: Throw another monograph on the fire then
the dalai llanwydd: spaghetti tree? I assume they grow in italy
cease: we had sleet here yesterday. stlll pretty cold,
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Ice will take care of that swwelling
Bunnyboy: I'd really pay to see all three of those guys in a drama, but they all have comedy chops, too.
H. Stones: pass me the axe please Fong
the dalai llanwydd: I'm picturing the spaghetti groves adjacent to the olive groves
Merlyn: switzerland
Dexter Fong: Bun: Did you ever see the movie, "The Big Night"?
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: I has some apple sauce to go w/those comedy chops
the dalai llanwydd: aha
H. Stones: How is clem, Fong ?
Dexter Fong: Dunno Stones, Hemlock
the dalai llanwydd: comedy chops must be mock pork
Bunnyboy: I may break away to watch a shortish movie, and fire up a pot pie, before FRINGE. Bunnette's outta town, so I'm batchin' it, with the dogs.
Dexter Fong: Just AWOL
H. Stones: he should try to cut down on it a bit
cease: is that don quixote from the windmill's point of view?
Bunnyboy: Dex: BIG NIGHT, yes. Wunnerful!
Dexter Fong: Indeed
Dexter Fong: And of course, Tucci in "The Big Lebowski"
Bunnyboy: I'm currently flipping the coin between FANTASTIC MR. FOX and TIMECRIMES...or I may settle for a WIRE ep.
cease: Fumiyo wants to see How to Train a Dragon. have you seen it, bun?
H. Stones: goes and pokes Poop with a sharp stick
Bunnyboy: llan: "You can't! There's JEWS here! So, if you want to be technical..."
Dexter Fong: I may watch a little AWA wrestling from 1989 later
cease: how is honey, stones?
H. Stones: look out, Poop Alert !!!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:42 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Bunnyboy: cat: Naw. Ain't made it to DRAGON or the Burton ALICE film.
the dalai llanwydd: that went over my head, bb. is that a quote from something?
H. Stones: welcome Lord Poop
Principalpoop: my liege
the dalai llanwydd: Hey Prink
Bunnyboy: I think my next theatrical will probably be KICK-ASS, in a week and a half.
Dexter Fong: Poopy
Principalpoop: eight miles hour
Bunnyboy: Read the series it's based on...brutal and over-the-top.
Bunnyboy: And kids cusssin'.
Bunnyboy: I mean REALLY cussin'.
H. Stones: SNAFU then ?
the dalai llanwydd: oh, yes. the chops reference
Dexter Fong: no shit
Principalpoop: double fudge
Bunnyboy: And Nicholas Cage is eminently suited for this one.
H. Stones: awe thats a shame, fong, its the shit that gives it the atmospher
Dexter Fong: Does he become a skeleton with a flaming head?
Principalpoop: ouch he said flaming head hehe
Bunnyboy: llan: It's also a quote, from MY FAVORITE YEAR, as re: "Filipino Pork and Beans".
Bunnyboy: "Where was the PORK?"
cease: hi poop
Bunnyboy: lo Poop!
the dalai llanwydd: I see. I'm not familiar with that one
Principalpoop: eh cat hip hop bunny, don't let me interrupt
Dexter Fong: Hi, I'm Phil Apino, and I want you to try my pork....and of course ...beans
Principalpoop: but as I was saying
Bunnyboy: Dex: No, that would be John Boehner.
the dalai llanwydd: Phil Apino! LOL
Dexter Fong: Right on Poop
Principalpoop: i pulled a boehner
Dexter Fong: Bunny: So true (sigh)
H. Stones: i used to be able to get a boehner without pulling it
Principalpoop: whats your name? who's your daddy?
Dexter Fong: Chopping cotton and pullin' boehners
H. Stones: depends whos askin poop
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Who has the most $?
Dexter Fong: A skinned poop?
cease: is he rich like the writer of the zombies song?
Principalpoop: boehwevils
H. Stones: used to be the Federal Reserve i think, Punk
the dalai llanwydd: I remember the zombies from when I was a dj
Principalpoop: its the time of the season for loving
the dalai llanwydd: that had only two songs. I don't remember the other
cease: its' the time
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: If you pull too manu boehners you'll go blind
H. Stones: Shes Not There
the dalai llanwydd: very 60s
Principalpoop: the hair on my palm helps
Dexter Fong sings "We are the world, we are the Zombies....We are the world, we'll eat you gizzrds
the dalai llanwydd: ah, that's right
Bunnyboy: Here's a recording of the piece the "lobster" ref is from:
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: She's not here. either
Bunnyboy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQChlzMZAvg
cease: even 1 good song is more than almost anyone else
H. Stones: who saw her last i wonder ?
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL Has a gay rubber lobster named Bob
Dexter Fong: One good song desereves another
Dexter Fong: 2 mene "e";s
Principalpoop: what is your other gay lobster called?
cease: I prefer memes to mimes
the dalai llanwydd: I'm pleasantly amazed that the ducks shut up all of a sudden
H. Stones: it could be Cindy Claws
Principalpoop: oh mame
Dexter Fong: Yam: Did the lobster used to be a skull employed by a wizzrd?
Principalpoop: the chi-lites were looking for her too
Dexter Fong: one...two....tweetimes a lady
the dalai llanwydd: chi-lites. that just burst some synapses open
H. Stones: goes to make Tea, want a cup, Poop ?
Principalpoop: but for me it is just another day
Principalpoop: yes please
cease: where are the virginians tonight?
H. Stones: ok
H. Stones: bbs
Dexter Fong: Stones: Make him a cup, Earl Gray
H. Stones: ok for him but i hate it
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: tHE vIRGINIANS ARE IN RERUNS
Principalpoop: green, i am into anti-accidents
the dalai llanwydd: trampas ran them out of town
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: oops
Dexter Fong asides, how twee
H. Stones: you deserve a good tannin for that one Poop
Dexter Fong: Was trampas really from the pampas?
Principalpoop: make me cry, big stones
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: They've been rerun out of town in favour of a midseason replacement: Spud the Idahoan
Dexter Fong: afk fr and w
the dalai llanwydd: I don't know. but he'll smile when you say that
H. Stones: only if you insist,, PP
Principalpoop: the masochists says hurt me and the sadist replies nooooo
H. Stones: yes, a marriage made in heaven
Principalpoop: i don't know where they are cat
cease: i hpoe clem is well
H. Stones: me too
the dalai llanwydd: how does a marriage made in heaven compare with a marriage made in secaucus?
the dalai llanwydd: the honeymoon must be a lot longer
Principalpoop: is that east of Omaha?
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Well NJ IS hell, so you do the math
cease: my marriage to fumiyo was made in vancouver, which is why i have a japanese last name. but it has been a heavenly 35 years
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: 35 years? what is that? tungstein?
Merlyn: Why does vancouver make you have a japanese name?
Dexter Fong: Merl: It's a Canadian thing
cease: becvause women werent allowed to keep their family names when we got married here.
the dalai llanwydd: actually I spent most of my life in nj but don't know secaucus very well
Principalpoop: that was my next question M
cease: i had to take the name ishikawa in order for her to keep her name.
the dalai llanwydd: I wouldn't say it was hell but I lived in a less urban area
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Toungesten? :P
Dexter Fong: Couldn't you have just shared the vowels and consants equally?
cease: the law was changed so long ago people dont beleive it ever exhisted, but those were far more sexist days
Principalpoop: bob segaerstein
Merlyn: (sob) that's the noblest thing I've ever heard
the dalai llanwydd: that's an interesting story, cat
cease: kids in the hall had new series called Death comes to Town.
Dexter Fong: Marl: I thing Cat should go on Oprah
Dexter Fong: Merl
cease: at the end, they ask Death what heaven is like and he says Calgary...long pause, in the 60s
Principalpoop: when divorce became acceptable much easier to let them keep their names...
Dexter Fong: and half your property
cease: i thik i would find that phyiscally unpleasent, dex
Principalpoop: degeneres then cat
Bunnyboy: Tell it to Susan Sarandon...or Chris Sarandon, for that matter.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Or Sarandon Wrap for that matter
Principalpoop: elizabeth taylor must have old driver licenses with 10 different names
cease: oh, you mean on her Show!
H. Stones: sounds like a bum wrap to me
Dexter Fong: Sure
cease: how many names did wc fields have? too many for him to remember
Principalpoop: lots
Dexter Fong: But everybodies bum has gotta get wrapped, and Bob Dylan might have said
the dalai llanwydd: I'll bet her license won't even fit in her purse
Merlyn: wc fields forever
H. Stones: sometimes it got so he couldnt rememeber any of them
Principalpoop: please come to boston for the springtime
cease: any news, merl?
the dalai llanwydd: oh, what's my last name this month?
Dexter Fong: No, you come to Memphis for the Blues
cease: jive just told me he's changing his show time to 6 as kppc did 40 years ago
the dalai llanwydd: her and mickey rooney have probably the most marriage certificates of any collection
cease: that shouyld be news for those of us who care about that wondrous show
Merlyn: no real news, sent out updated live dates a few days ago though
cease: did jive tell you that, merl?
the dalai llanwydd: I'm lucky I got to see them once
cease: thats great news, as people can listen to hour hours and then bergmsnd new show
the dalai llanwydd: they'll never come out my way again
cease: yes llan, they dont play the east much, but they will whe they can afford to
Dexter Fong: You are llan, as are we all...cept those left coast guys got so *many* opportunities
Dexter Fong: Well, I got to see Lou Reed live more than you lefties
Principalpoop: move to a real state llan, there are cities with more people than your plantationland...
||||||||| 10:06 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Principalpoop: Hi E
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: BOO!
Dexter Fong: Hey poop, Even nyc didn't have that many FST shows
Merlyn: hi E
the dalai llanwydd: thanks, princ. I'll certainly do that
the dalai llanwydd: Hey Elayne
Bunnyboy: Ehrm...I seen Lou...
Dexter Fong: Hello E
Principalpoop: huh? you listen to me? stop that
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Lefties? Where?
Bunnyboy: He played Bumbershoot, a few years back.
Bunnyboy: lo El!
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Good lord I'm assymetrical!
cease: hey el
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: or an ass
Dexter Fong: But you all balance out in the end Yam
Principalpoop: now that I've lost everything to you
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Or I just fall over
Dexter Fong: Hey, no fun
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: and can't get up
Dexter Fong: that's fun
Elayne: Hey Dex, I'm headed your way tomorrow. Want to grab a bite or something?
Dexter Fong: Sure, E msge me
Principalpoop: sounds like a good friday
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Watch that offer, I got bit that way once
Dexter Fong: "All the clouds were glitched and gloomie, while our lord got near his tomby
cease: hows it going, el?
the dalai llanwydd: what is that from dex, shakespeare?
Elayne: Very well, Cat. Except for that 14-hour day yesterday. :)
Dexter Fong: ANythinge you Wante, llam
the dalai llanwydd: cool
Bunnyboy: "I'll explain her swelling belly, if her father listens to me..."
cease: listening to firesign's wbai shows and talk of thier shows in nyc in 1970 on the newly released hour hour shows jive is broadcasting on sunday nights
cease: has created a whole new world of creative stuff for me
Principalpoop: Wyth fryes?
cease: and made me very anxious to actually be in nyc
Bunnyboy: Nup, thass the Jabberwock, m'lads.
Principalpoop: what are the words to the bonanza theme song?
Dexter Fong: "The bunnys dead why he can't listen, don't let's tell us she's sequestered
the dalai llanwydd: I've probably mentioned this but I saw them in nyc in 1981
Bunnyboy: Oh, beg pardon. 'taint.
the dalai llanwydd: fantastic show
Bunnyboy: "All the SHORES were glitched and gloomy..."
Elayne: NYC is very nice this time of year, Cat. Except for the allergens. And the tourists. Which I can't tell apart.
cease: i lpan to go there in oct, inshallah
Principalpoop: even the muggers smile
the dalai llanwydd: yeah, I remember al
Elayne: PrinPoop, it's something about picking a fight, I remember that much.
Bunnyboy: "T'was brillig, and the slithy toads..."
Elayne: That's also a good time to be here, Cat.
Dexter Fong: Bunny: I hereby proclaim, "POETIC LISCENCE"
cease: van is full of cherry blossomings and other pretty alergens too, but still sleeting. very unsettled weather
Elayne: "Toves," Bunnyboy, not "toads."
Principalpoop: busted flat in baton rouge
Dexter Fong: sINGIN' FOR A PENNY
cease: would you rather have been busted stacked?
Bunnyboy: We chased lady luck till we finally struck - Bonanza With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope We planted our family tree We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza With a horse and a saddle and a rig full of cattle How rich can a fella be?
Elayne: Has to rhyme with "borogoves."
Bunnyboy: On this land we put our brand Cartwright is the name Fortune smiled the day we filed The Ponderosa claim
Principalpoop: wow
Elayne: BUnnyboy, what about the part of "nobody better pick a fight"? Where does that come in?
Bunnyboy: Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza If anyone fights any one of us He's gonna fight with me
cease: are you regailing us with the lyrics, bun?
Dexter Fong: DUM DIDY DUM DIDDY DUM>>>>>GARBANZO
Elayne: There you go, I knew there was fighting in there.
cease: the fiereguys reworded this nicely on their tv set piece
Principalpoop: i was teasing, k3wl
the dalai llanwydd: garbanzo the cheese monster?
Bunnyboy: There's 2 more verses and choruses.
Principalpoop: does the bridge over the river kwai have words too?
Elayne: Bunnyboy, it scares me that you know this.
Bunnyboy: I cheated. Thanks, Google!
Dexter Fong: tHIS IS k3 wl, LONG WAVE THERMOCASTING THRU RAYKIAVIK
Elayne: "Like a bridge over Kwai'an waters, I will march across..."
the dalai llanwydd: "like a bridge over the river kwai, I will lay me down..."
Principalpoop: i took some comfort there
Dexter Fong: pOOP: tHE MUSIC FOR kWAI IS THE "cOLONEL bOGEY mARCH" NO REFERENCE TO hUMPHREY i BELIEVE
the dalai llanwydd: you beat me to it, elayne
Dexter Fong: oh dear lord
Bunnyboy: When Mary and I were first "hanging out", we used to drink at a place that had the Bonanza theme, sung by Lorne Greene, on the jukebox.
Elayne: LOL, Llan!
Principalpoop: bunnywife has a name, wow
Principalpoop: sounds like a nice joint
Elayne: "For it was Mary, Mary, plain as any name can be..."
Principalpoop: in society, propiety, the name is marie
the dalai llanwydd: I always thought it was "plain as any dame"
cease: i have met bunette twice now
Elayne: No, Llan, because the second line plays on the concept of the name.
the dalai llanwydd: that's what we call a mondegreen
Elayne: I always thought the second line lyric ended "...they say 'Marie'..."
Bunnyboy: There's an interesting new book out, called THE HYPOCHONDRIACS.
Elayne loves mondegreens.
Principalpoop: i paraphrased, no google, there you are
Elayne: Heh, PrinPoop...
the dalai llanwydd: mondegreen is what tiger woods says on his cell phone
Elayne: No Google anyway today, they've changed their name to Topeka.
cease: anythinkg with monde in it tends to be helpful to the world
Dexter Fong: Yes Dear Friends, *too* many of us depend upon Google for our inspirations
Principalpoop: i had not used it, another k3wl
Bunnyboy: Proust, Darwin, Andy Warhol, Glenn Gould...
Elayne: Well, yes and no, Dex. I used to frantically search all my books to look up stupid stuff. It's nice to be able to do it in a fraction of the time, considering it's all stupid stuff anyway. This way it doesn't drive me nuts like it used to.
Bunnyboy: And 5 more.
the dalai llanwydd: yes, I was baffled when I saw the name topeka instead
Elayne: Google always has the best April Fool's Day jokes.
Bunnyboy: If it doesn't curve yer head, it ain't workin'.
Dexter Fong: Yes Dear Friends, **too** many of us depend upon those poor excuse for not spelling a word out competelym as if somehow, it's full constitution was some how unworthy
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: r u kdng?
Principalpoop: most of my searches do not come up that way fong, I must be strange
the dalai llanwydd: no, I'm not kd laing
Principalpoop: i do have to type the whole thing
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Uncostitutional Spelling! To The Gulag With ya!
Bunnyboy: My favorite April Fool's day joke: the day fell on a Sunday...I had to split for a rehearsal, but as Mary slept, I set every clock in the house to a different time...
cease: you either overestimate my brain's capacity or underestimate our local's for altering said capacity, dex
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: forgot an 'n'
cease: local export
Principalpoop: here have 2 NN
cease: mean, bun
Dexter Fong: 24-10 Elayne
the dalai llanwydd: I remember when a good friday fell on an april fools day once
the dalai llanwydd: and the banks and post offices had more than one reason to close
the dalai llanwydd: so they took the opportunity
Principalpoop: ventura highway in the sunshine
Dexter Fong: And the "Opportunity" was theirs
the dalai llanwydd: but this was in a very predominantly catholic town in pennsylvania
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL: Did it knock?
Dexter Fong: Surfing a horse with "No Name"
Elayne: Is any business actually closed tomorrow? Ooh, my commute might be comfy after all.
Elayne still doesn't think any prank will ever top this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMNO2Kcvz2k&feature=player_embedded
Dexter Fong: Elayne: All Jewish businesses will be closed tomorrow because of the Scheduled Pogra...er uh Program
Principalpoop: i thought good fridays were used for boys choir practice, hehe
the dalai llanwydd: very tasteless, dex
Dexter Fong: Poop: Only for you, good lookin'
Dexter Fong: Hold my chalice
the dalai llanwydd: I'm still baffled by the phenomenon of the ducks
the dalai llanwydd: I can't hear a single one now
Merlyn: the chalice from the palace?
Dexter Fong: Don't worry llan, I'll be getting around to the Muslims, Hindhu's, and all the rest of the Godless atheists later
Principalpoop: kneel and close your eyes and stick out your tongue
Dexter Fong: Oh no, you don't Pooop
Dexter Fong: Iv'e done this before
cease: souonds like a mohammed ali figfht
Principalpoop: just a wafer, honest
cease: or a rocky movie
Dexter Fong: Here, son, smoke this Roppa Dope
Bunnyboy: Me and the mutts are gonna flop out in front of the tube. Nitey!
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Merlyn: nite BB
cease: by bun
Dexter Fong: Aloha and Mahalo Bun
H. Stones: SEE YOU later Bun
the dalai llanwydd: Nite BB
Principalpoop: bottle of white, bottle of red
Merlyn: hey E, in a month or so I should have a new flash game similar to that robot game but based on www.katawa-shoujo.com characters, and an actual game with a goal, sorta like lemmings
Bunnyboy yawns and hits the button.
cease: you design games, merl?
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:32 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Lemmings? Show them another lemming and they'll follow them anywhere
cease: sounds lucrative
Elayne: Sounds cool, Brian, I'd love to play it a bit when it's ready to be test-driven.
Dexter Fong: Lemmings *can* be lucrative...Hello, dear Friends
Merlyn: you mean ludicrous
Merlyn: not REAL similar, you play 5 different handicapped schoolgirls
the dalai llanwydd: I think my garden gnomes scared away the ducks
Principalpoop: lucidous
Dexter Fong: I'm Ludikrous, and this is my homey Lemmingway
Principalpoop: afk
Dexter Fong: Laan: Grats dude, you've discovered a new Ecologically acceptable, duck deterer
the dalai llanwydd: I knew they'd come in handy
Dexter Fong: Hello Dear Friends, I'm Duck Danger, and I've got a new way of sriving those duck s of f of your low=lying wetlands
Dexter Fong: Wet Vac!
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: That's how!! This WetVac 3500 can suck down eider 300 male or 235 female ducks
cease: sounds daffy
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: And when you get that duck population down, life is just a bowl of feathers
the dalai llanwydd: seriously, I must have had about a hundred out there just a while ago
cease: its just a shot away
Dexter Fong: llan: Think as the French might...comfit! La'orange!!Breton!!!
the dalai llanwydd: they have been disbursed by my meaner ministers that by moonshine do the green sour ringlets make whereof the ewe not bites
the dalai llanwydd: whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms that rejoice to hear the solemn curfew
Dexter Fong: Why a white man might live for 2 years on 100 ducks
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Or is it....Ducats?
the dalai llanwydd: by whose aid, weak ministers though they be, I have bedimmed the noontide sun
cease: no reservations had show about britany recently. a place i'd love to visit
Elayne: Must go as well. Very tired. I leave you with: http://aprilfoolsdayontheweb.com/2010.html
cease: normany/brittany both have great cidre and cuisne cooked with it
Merlyn: bye E
Elayne: The Google (UK) Animal Translator is particularly good.
the dalai llanwydd: Nite Elayne
Elayne: Night, all!
cease: sleep well, el
||||||||| Around 10:40 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: "But soft now, I cannot see, and hence, the becalming tide of tuneful absence is bereft
H. Stones: whats that your smoking fong ?
Dexter Fong: Duck!!
the dalai llanwydd: whereby I have called forth the mutinous winds and twixt the green sea and the azured vault set roaring war
cease: a smoking fong evokes alice in wonderland
H. Stones: thanks for the warning, that last one nearly hit me
cease: where she meets the smoking fong and....
the dalai llanwydd: to the dread rattling thunder have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak with his own bolt
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: Yet while I, truce flag enfolded 'bout my groins, must gently insist upon a quiet time
H. Stones: sounds a bit tempestuous, llan
the dalai llanwydd: lol
the dalai llanwydd: and by the spurs plucked up the pine and cedar
Dexter Fong: llan: I thought it was thudner that yon Catlike attendage did insist on
the dalai llanwydd: perhaps, dex
Dexter Fong: llan: Thou doest annoy me with thy jingling, jangling footage
cease: i just put on X is for Christmas, phil austin story from his Old Detective cassette project
Dexter Fong: Chu on this Jimmy, Sirrah
cease: cant wait for ah clem forever
Dexter Fong: For sure
Dexter Fong: Cat: Of that collection, I really love the one about crawling down the dtreet on the building
Dexter Fong: street
cease: yes dex, thatr is wondrous
Dexter Fong: It's is *so* absolutely *bloody* on that it's scary
cease: i'm listening to vast quantites of austrin and other firesign stuff to find words to go with images from some recent visits to local museums, etc
cease: just exposing oneself to dozens of hours of firesign is just good for the brain
the dalai llanwydd: we have local museums in ticonderoga but they are not quite as exciting as the smithsonian
Dexter Fong: Or the Jeffersonian
H. Stones: after dozens of years, you have a ready quote for virtually every occasion
the dalai llanwydd: or the museum of natural history
the dalai llanwydd: not familiar with the jeffersonian
Dexter Fong: Stones: And finally, I must say.....there are no words
Dexter Fong: llan: Mythical place for a tv show I like, callled "Bones"
the dalai llanwydd: I don't watch dramas
Dexter Fong: must afk brb asap
H. Stones: yes llan, i try to avoid politics too
the dalai llanwydd: not that I have anything against them. just don't care for modern tv dramas
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: back
H. Stones: wb
Principalpoop: oh llan, how can you say that, after all drama has done for us?
the dalai llanwydd: well, I like stage drama if it is done well
the dalai llanwydd: or well done or medium rare
cease: stories end. new ones hare hard to find
Principalpoop: euclipatease?
H. Stones: new stories are just old ones witha paint job
the dalai llanwydd: yeah it's always the same old same old
H. Stones: sometimes its the old same old same
Principalpoop: nothing new under the sun eh? i saw a twit about that
the dalai llanwydd: just try and watch a soap opera sometime. absolutely all the women are snotty and all the men are shmucks
H. Stones: i avoid twits, what can you really discuss with only 140 characters
Principalpoop: i get addicted llan, that is why don't watch
Principalpoop: i
cease: i have never watched a soap and hope never to
Principalpoop: only need 6 characters in this chat hehe
cease: this made listening to fiesign soap parodies painful
the dalai llanwydd: just try to sometime. you can tell the actors don't even know the story. they aren't paying a fraction of the attention that the audience is
Principalpoop: John? Mary? John! Mary! John :) Mary :) John? Mary?
the dalai llanwydd: the only one I ever followed was Dark Shadows when I was a kid
Principalpoop: ha, you just saw a soap cat lol
H. Stones: our TV is stuffed with them
Principalpoop: eastenders was fun, and the royal family
the dalai llanwydd: I understand you have the longest running soap opera of all time
H. Stones: the best one i saw was the movie, The Truman Show
the dalai llanwydd: I find that somehow impressive but I don't know if I would want to watch it
H. Stones: yes llan its called Parliament
the dalai llanwydd: lol
H. Stones: correct, you really dont want to watch it
Principalpoop: PM hour is ok, we can watch it here
H. Stones: i used to like the old radio shows, the pictures are always better on radio
Principalpoop: i have not seen it with brown
Principalpoop: who was the skinny conservative PM? from the 90s maybe
H. Stones: John Major maybe
Dexter Fong: Twiggy?
Principalpoop: mcmillan? something like that ahh john major, he was a hoot
the dalai llanwydd: we haven't heard from catherwood tonight. is he okay?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to the dalai llanwydd and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Dexter Fong: Marianne Faithful
Principalpoop: wb fong
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Trnakx
the dalai llanwydd: Cool!
H. Stones: Faithfull had an impressive rack
cease: i'm sure she's not the only faithful person, dex
Dexter Fong: The time in New York is eleven bellows
Principalpoop: for he's a jolly good bellow
the dalai llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: saul bellow
the dalai llanwydd: I've been in nyc at 11 and never heard the bellows
Dexter Fong: nee Paul Bellow
Principalpoop: nee nee, we are the knights that say nee
Dexter Fong: neigh neigh we are the knights who say may................................be
Principalpoop: they call me mellow yellow, quite right
H. Stones: ok ok, heres your friggin shrubber now eff off
H. Stones: Y
Dexter Fong: Damn Skippy
cease: nature of things very interesting tonight
Principalpoop: poor skippy, is it ok to eat peanut butter again?
cease: cbc sciecne-advocacy show
cease: tonight about weaponized space
Dexter Fong: Smaller crowd, no sound track. more interaction
Principalpoop: i don't advocate for science, let it advocate for me
Dexter Fong: Dear Friends, dedicated to responding to everyone
Dexter Fong: Don't be afraid
the dalai llanwydd: well, I'm off. might see some of you sunday
Principalpoop: that is because this is a turing test, we all have artificial intelligence
Principalpoop: night llan, ciao
Principalpoop: keep dry
Dexter Fong: Do I detect some user unfriendliness
cease: great thing about cbc, it is independent of the govt thuogh it is the govt station
Dexter Fong: Hope to see you sunday llan
Principalpoop: what if you do fong?
cease: our govt tries to throttle climate change scientists, but they can go on cbc
cease: i think your pbs/npr are liike that
Dexter Fong: How silly, dont have to throttle, just wair for rising sea levels
Dexter Fong: wait
Principalpoop: pollution is clearly not a good idea, why are we bickering about it?
Dexter Fong: We can still breathe pretty good over here
Dexter Fong: Why should we shut down or ducksmog plants
H. Stones: what annoys me is there is just one type of pollution called carbon dioxide and this is plain nuts
Principalpoop: what do we need factories for? everything is made in china or mexico
Dexter Fong: Carbon Dioxide comes from nuts?
H. Stones: yes it does
Principalpoop: i like cashews too, and the pigeon brain things
H. Stones: gezundheit
cease: is the human species intelligent enough to avoid extinction?
Principalpoop: chick peas
Dexter Fong: Coo! Who doesn't like them pigeon brained things
H. Stones: first cease, it must recognise it
Principalpoop: coo coo, coo cooo
Dexter Fong: Depends upon what you mean by species
Principalpoop: or genus
Dexter Fong blushes
Dexter Fong: aw shucks
Principalpoop: and what is the meaning of is is
cease: i cant see a turn arond in my life time
H. Stones: ok guys, i must go now its well after 4 here
Principalpoop: sleep well your highness
H. Stones: stay safe and well till we meet again
cease: its like turning around an aircraft carrier, or an ice shelf
Principalpoop: love to honey
Dexter Fong: Night Stones. hope all is well with Honey
Merlyn: cya stones
H. Stones: i will pass on the message, she should be back in Taos by now
cease: get some sleep, stones
H. Stones: sweet dreams all
H. Stones: TTFN
Dexter Fong: A word in Turkish...Taos
cease: we do our best about the dreams
||||||||| H. Stones departs at 11:13 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: we have the theorys to make bacteria that eats crap and poops clean fuel, just need the technology, that will come
Dexter Fong: Are we awake dreaming that we are asleep, or asleep, dreamkng we are awake
Principalpoop: more basic, is who or what is awake or dreaming in the first place
Dexter Fong: Poop, Dear friend, you know too much
cease: yes it could be done. i justs dont think it will, i time to prevent uncontrolled swarming
cease: i think the tiping point has been tippped
Dexter Fong: Like a cow that has fallen over....no fun
Merlyn: the cow tipping point?
Merlyn: or pint?
Principalpoop: pessimist, i am an optomist
Dexter Fong: Out yonderm about 200 yards past the silage pile
Principalpoop: bend over and blink
Merlyn: how about an optometrist who's a pessimist?
Dexter Fong: Again, sweet poop?
Principalpoop: who likes peppermints?
Dexter Fong: Who doesn't?!!
Principalpoop: we still have peppermint in our world cat
Principalpoop: so ease up big fella
Merlyn: them's curiously strong peppermints you got there
Principalpoop: oh hell, the name escapes me
Dexter Fong: Thems's gov'mint supply peppermints
Principalpoop: i will not google, I know this
Principalpoop: klondykes, noo, vandykes, noo
cease: you mean topeka
Dexter Fong: Thern looks like Android Pep'mints
Principalpoop: something droid
Principalpoop: cathoid
Merlyn: pep! mints! pep! mints! pep!mints! pep!mints! pep!mints! pep!mints! pep!mints!
Principalpoop: i give up
Principalpoop: ahh altoads
Merlyn: mooooore pepmints!
||||||||| It's 11:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| the dalai llanwydd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: toids
Dexter Fong: Loyyd's of London Android Cathoid Pep'mints
Merlyn: alt toads?
Merlyn: alt.toads
cease: it's a breath mint! it's a toilet cleaner!
Dexter Fong: a few scattered newts and efts
Principalpoop: all.alt.toads
Dexter Fong: Tab the newts, they turned me into a witch
Principalpoop: eye of newt, toe of pelosi, fingernail of read
Dexter Fong: Cntrl the efts, they're getting out of Cntrl
Merlyn: lol pp
Principalpoop: geez, watch out for the gees too
cease: if i could control the fs i could get on network
Dexter Fong: for fure
Principalpoop: this a family chat and so I will not proffer my advice for that here
Dexter Fong: prosser?
Dexter Fong: samily?
Dexter Fong: fo?
Dexter Fong: sor?
Principalpoop: profser, f before s when you have 2 s
Merlyn: ^F?
Dexter Fong: S uber all
cease: i wonser what happened to cni tonight? i hope all is well with them
Principalpoop: goober? is my car ready yet?
Dexter Fong: As do I cat
Principalpoop: they work hard, they need to get a break, and things going on
Dexter Fong: Tween, who is also absent, usually keeps a close watch on them
cease: and no tween, who would know
Principalpoop: somebody check in on them on the saturday show, I always forget to
cease: true enough, poop
Dexter Fong: well gangstahs, see y'a;; sunday new time same station
Merlyn: gnite folx, see you on RFO
Principalpoop: ahh the bus, ciao, toodles
cease: we dont need any more of their time than they wish to give us
Principalpoop: thanks M, all
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:27 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Cat: What's the new time =))
||||||||| 11:27 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cease: by merl
Dexter Fong: 6 pm Pacifica
cease: rfo is at 8 pst, hour hour is 6 pst
Dexter Fong: wow, to much
Dexter Fong: tooo
cease: www,radiojive.com
cease: and new webzine. its a lot of fiesign, old and new, all at once now
Dexter Fong: Saved Cat, and thanks and hope to see you Sunday
cease: hope it means they make some money
Dexter Fong: Me too
cease: ok dex, see you sunday.
||||||||| "Hey cease!" ... cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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 common cold
||||||||| 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:
BloodyL
Bunnyboy
cease
Dexter Fong
Elayne
Firerolled-Frump
H. Stones
Merlyn
Principalpoop
Punk Rasta Lo Riders From HELL
the dalai llanwydd

URL References:
http://aprilfoolsdayontheweb.com/2010.html
www,radiojive.com
www.katawa-shoujo.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OMNO2Kcvz2k&feature=player_embedded
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQChlzMZAvg

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"