Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
08/19/2010

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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 August 19, 2010 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers BuryMyHeartAt TweenysKnee inside, makes a note of the time (8:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
BuryMyHeartAt TweenysKnee: We shall cut a new laff, out of the American Indian!
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'ah,clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '" a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern'
||||||||| At 8:49 PM, ah,clem vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:54 PM and Dexter Fong sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Funfun Town."
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
cease: greetings
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 19, 2010 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts llanwydd into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
llanwydd: hey
Dexter Fong: Hi llan
cease: do you have a texas accent, tween?
Dexter Fong: I think tweeny is afk
cease: ah. i'm writing some comedy for when we get together. i need a texas accent
cease: well, we'll see if it's actually comedy but i'm laughing as a write it
cease: i'm sure llan is a magician with voices
||||||||| Bambi enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
cease: its not surprisingly a parody of the firesign theatre. the austin character I call "Texas Phil"
cease: hji bambi
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Bambi: Hey Dex
Bambi: how's everyone been this past week?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ah,clem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
cease: i'm having a great time writing comedy, bambi
Dexter Fong: Okay up here
llanwydd: I've been great, bambi. how about you?
Bambi: that's great Cat
Bambi: hey Clem
cease: i hope so
cease: hi clem
ah,clem: but is it fuuny, Cat?
llanwydd: cat, I can't make it on the 7th. I hope you're not planning on that day.
Bambi: hey to Tweeny, Cat, llan as well
cease: i'm combining parodies of the new rfo show and its characters, with among other things Damn Yankees
cease: not the 7th. i'll be in milford sept 29, 30 and aug 1
Dexter Fong: Oct 1st =)
Bambi: Damny Yankee is a character in your parody?
llanwydd: cool
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BuryMyHeartAt TweenysKnee - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour me a toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood hands Bambi a toasted almond.
Bambi: thank you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "Just doing my job!"
Bambi: well, you do your job well, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Bambi
Dexter Fong: That's my pay scale
Bambi: most of the time...
Bambi: LOL
Bambi: Catherwood walked right into that one
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Bambi and queries "Would you like something?"
cease: i'm using a song from damn yankees, bambi
Bambi: Yeah, I know ... was trying to be silly Cat ;-)
cease: when we record it, we'll send y'all a cd, bambi
cease: or maybe you and clem can be in it. it's a LOT of firesign refs mixed in with other things
cease: i was hoping tween has a texas accent as i need one for the piece
Bambi: awesome
Bambi: either or both
Bambi: course, I can only talk for myself, but would be honored to help out
cease: i had a long chat with doc over the weekend and we're having fun working on this
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Tor Hershman', just granted probation at 9:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cease: elayne too, when i emailed her about it. her and robin have some good recording equipment and elayne know firesign better than most humans
llanwydd: hi tor
cease: hi tor
Dexter Fong: Hey Tor
Bambi: hey Tor
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, Clem, Bam, Cea, Dex, Ll
Bambi: JL made some great chili tonight
cease: yes, but is it Funny chili?
Tor Hershman: Have you ever had tacos made with veggie (faux) burger?
llanwydd: chili is always funny
Tor Hershman: It's yummy!
ah,clem: no, but it is a bit spicy
Bambi: yes, very fun chili and nice and spicy too :-)
cease: ive made various things with it, tor, but not chili
Bambi: and not nearly enough lol
llanwydd: "chili" is a funny word so you have to laugh when you eat it
llanwydd: and of course, anything with beans is funny
ah,clem: this was made with ground round, very lean
Tor Hershman: Let's get down to the MEAT of moi's visit this eve.....you may all view moi's REAL Bible Stories [#1] @ YouTube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_cjFV8Hs5k
Dexter Fong: I think goulosh is even funnier
ah,clem: it may be funny later, (beans)
cease: as in the chili colorado river, from eykiw
Tor Hershman: Sooooo, nite, fellow bozos, moi 'tis off (waaaay Off, baby-Os) to veiw, with WifeyWu, a Charlie Chan flick.
Tor Hershman: Stay on groovin' safari,
ah,clem: also ref on how time flies (river)
Bambi: hungarian goulosh is best ... had real hungarian goulosh at my aunt and uncle's house when I was a kid; great stuff and always nice and spicy
cease: right, clem. maybe that's what i'm thinking of.
Bambi: my uncle was hungarian
cease: we have hungarian friend who is always giving us her stuff
ah,clem: but does she give you food as well?
cease: lol
Bambi: lol
llanwydd: I don't know if I've had genuine hungarian goulash
ah,clem: mbiguous reference is an open door for most any joke
llanwydd: hungarians use a lot of paprika which tastes good if you use a lot but it's the blandest spice I know of
cease: much better than genuine hungarian ghouls
Bambi: lol
Dexter Fong: llan , there are several kinds of paprika ranging from mild to spicy
Bambi: well when you use 5 tablespoons of it ;-) http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/authentic-hungarian-goulash/Detail.aspx
ah,clem: it can be any dried ground "pepper",(capsium), and there are many varieties, but most is quite bland
ah,clem: (paprika)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:27 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bambi: Hungarian Paprika tastes mildly hot, yet sweet. and with 5 tablespoons of it ... it had a nice spicy taste
Dexter Fong: Hello Merlyn
Bambi: hey Merl
ah,clem: cayanne would wok too,lol
cease: and speaking of funny people....
Merlyn: hello
||||||||| It's 9:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0028RVW0A?ie=UTF8&tag=jimfran-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0028RVW0A
Bambi: that's hungarian paprika at amazon
cease: any news, merl?
Merlyn: just the west coast shows cat, I'm thinking of going to the 3 LA shows
cease: in oct
Merlyn: yes
Merlyn: I remember Paprika Longstocking
cease: have you met edgar bullington? he told me he was planning to attned one of the la shows
Merlyn: I don't think I know him, cat
cease: the edgar letters, from chromium swithc
cease: i met him thru facebook
llanwydd: just looked at the link, bambi. that's a lot to spend on paprika but it must be the good kind
Merlyn: ah ok
llanwydd: interesting, cat. I remember the chromium switch being similarly misspelled in the Young Tom Edison Club newsletter about 30 years ago
llanwydd: somehow I never forgot about it
cease: was that b4 or after switch?
llanwydd: I believe it was during, cat
cease: ah
llanwydd: but one issue spelled it "the chromium swith" and it stuck in my mind
cease: i think i got copies from elayne in the mid 90s and then more recently tom put them all on line
Dexter Fong: I'll never forget The Chromium Swish, fighting crime in the fashion world
llanwydd: lol
cease: great to see him a part of the new rfo project
cease: the fashion world is a crime
llanwydd: somehow, by being subscribed to YTEC, I started getting a very strange publication called "Hidden Noise". YTEC must have given them my address
llanwydd: but I also was put on the Post Dispatch Intellegencer mailing list which was a very funny publication
llanwydd: asdfghjk
Dexter Fong: zcbmmsfhkqetuo
llanwydd: I like yours better than mine, dex
Dexter Fong: sdrthjs
llanwydd: Hidden Noise was published in Racine, WI. I wonder if any of you ever saw it.
Dexter Fong: Never hoid of it
Bambi: hey Clem :-)
llanwydd: total absurdism. not humorous. just incongruous photographs
llanwydd: but the Post Dispatch Intellegencer was written by Phil Austin. It was rather clever and quite funny
cease: i dont think i ever saw that
llanwydd: I haven't seen either of those since the late 70s
llanwydd: now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York, and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
llanwydd: now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, our bruised arms hung up for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadful marches to delightful measures
llanwydd: shall I go on?
Dexter Fong: A house! A hoouse! Abosom for a house!
Dexter Fong: Went scottish a bit there
llanwydd: grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front and now instead of mounting barbed steeds to fright the souls of fearful adversaries, he capers nimbly in a ladies chamber to the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
llanwydd: well, somebody's got to write something
Dexter Fong: and when he's off duty, you know he wants his brewskys
cease: if i were shakespeare, i'd be dead
llanwydd: I'm sure
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: thanks, cathy
Merlyn: He only wears a dress on special occasions
Dexter Fong: Every day is special in its own way
Dexter Fong: More time for woredrobe changes
llanwydd: I know a drobe when I see one
Dexter Fong: Inside and out, right llan
Bambi: ....
Dexter Fong: afk fr
Bambi: Down Under Danger :-)
llanwydd: I passed, methought, the melancholy flood with that sour ferryman that poets write of unto the kingdom of perpetual night
cease: well, the voice of michael packer
llanwydd: the first that there did greet my stranger soul was my great father in law, renowned Warwick, who spake aloud, "What scourge for perjury can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?" and so he vanished
cease: i wonder why this wasnt on the box of danger.
cease: i think austin told us when he was here, maybe not
cease: maybe he couldnt get clearances for the show
llanwydd: to bad I can't listen to these broadcasts with you
Bambi: yeah, sure is llan
cease: oh thats right, llan. have you ever heard down under danger?
llanwydd: I can often simulcast but not michael packer. I've never even heard of him
cease: austin did it for i think michigan public radio, whatever packer was with at the time
llanwydd: no, cat. I never have
cease: he was firesign archivist and collaborator of an earlier era
cease: i'll have a copy for you when we meet in milford then.
llanwydd: collaborator sounds like some kind of criminal
llanwydd: like conspirator
llanwydd: that's great, cat
ah,clem: we are collaborators on this stage, one way or another
cease: i think its the only nick danger not on the box set, unless you count their flick
cease: in the snese of playing and promoting their work, indeed, clem
llanwydd: missing yolk?
llanwydd: I saw part of that on tv back in the early 80s
ah,clem: can do voice work too, but the rat's got my script
cease: yes
Bambi: the rat ate my homework?
ah,clem: no, that was the dog, or was that my chickens?
llanwydd: the rat ate my cocoa powder
llanwydd: or everything but
Bambi: lol
llanwydd: I went swimming in lake champlain a little while ago
llanwydd: earlier this evening anyway
cease: i just read winston chuchill drake 20,000 bottles of champagne in his life. you could swim in that
cease: drank
llanwydd: that's incredible. I thought champagne was only for special occasions
Bambi: or a couple times in a lifetime lol
Dexter Fong: Every day is special in its own way...I believe I mentioned that before
llanwydd: true
Dexter Fong: So put on that C'wood high fashion frock and grab the orange widow
llanwydd: open the orange window
Bambi: Catherwood please pour everyone a glass of champagne
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone a glass of champagne.
Dexter Fong: But soft! What tangerine dream light breaks through yonder orange window
Bambi: special occasion ... Danger Down Under :-)
cease: i didnt know orange widdow was a champagne until doc tech came to visit in 1999
Dexter Fong: There's a reference to it in one of the live spokane or oregon performances from 99 or 2000
llanwydd: what yonder window breaks?
||||||||| 10:26 PM: rocky jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Dexter Fong: The one by the picture of Thomas Pane
cease: really, dex?
cease: hi rocky
llanwydd: Hey rocky
Dexter Fong: Hello rocky
llanwydd: balboa or ricardo?
Merlyn: the flying squirrel
Dexter Fong: raccoon
Bambi: Rocket J Squirrel aka Rocky :-)
llanwydd: I was at a hotel in massachusetts last thursday
Merlyn: road?
llanwydd: wasn't able to chat very long
cease: when you were on the hotel computer
||||||||| rocky says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, rocky exits at 10:33 PM.
llanwydd: well, I've got to be going. I need to do some email
llanwydd: see you next week
cease: ok llan
Dexter Fong: See yah next time llanwydd
Merlyn: HEY!!!
Dexter Fong: Yeah?
Merlyn: That was the real Rocky
cease: you mean proctor?
Dexter Fong: The Procman
Merlyn: I emailed phil, but like David Ossman, he couldn't figure out how to input
cease: wow
Merlyn: I just got email asking how to do it
Merlyn: so I told him to type in the box at the bottom
Merlyn: I hope he logs in again
cease: it comes in , it goes out like everything
Dexter Fong: Tell him to mouse cliock in the box first
Merlyn: if he logs in, we'll try to talk him through
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: hey llan, come back and meet proc
cease: dont forget rocky, clem
Bambi: Thanks Clem!! :-)
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks, as allways, clem
Bambi: see ya all next time!!! :-)
ah,clem: good night all, have a great week
Dexter Fong: YOu too Bambi
||||||||| ah,clem leaves at 10:42 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..."
cease: see you next week
Merlyn: Hey,Phil Proctor may show up in a bit
Bambi smiles and waves
||||||||| 10:42 PM -- Bambi left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (10:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: indeed. a great rarity
Bambi: Phil Proctor may show up?
Bambi: when?
cease: yes here. he was rocky
Bambi: ah, not certain about it?
Merlyn: He logged in but couldn't figure out where to type
Dexter Fong: but he didn't know how to put out
cease: the sacred in out
Bambi: oh, well
Dexter Fong: yeh
Bambi: well, till next time again....
Bambi: have a great week!
Merlyn: ok
||||||||| Bambi leaves to catch the 10:48 PM train to Bedminster.
Dexter Fong: Night again Bambui
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop in through the front door at 10:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: sounds like a good drink, dex
Principalpoop: hi and bye
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
cease: stick around and meet proc, poop
Merlyn: Phil, is that you? Click in the box at the bottom and type something
Principalpoop: i am me and he is he and we are all together
Merlyn: or are you the usual PP?
Principalpoop: as usual
Principalpoop: he would not dare to assume to be me
Merlyn: ah, Proctor was here for a bit as 'rocky' but couldn't talk
Principalpoop: how can I prove I am me? hehe
Dexter Fong: It's the old same poop
Merlyn: the straight poop
Principalpoop: these new fangled chat room things
Principalpoop: fongled
cease: there is no same
Principalpoop: i was arrested for fongling
Principalpoop: don't start with me canadian
Dexter Fong: I believe Moses was an early fongling
Principalpoop: canada was listed a better country to live in than america in newsweek
Dexter Fong: Or it could be just a pile of bull rushes
Principalpoop: stupid criteria, health, quality of life, happiness
Dexter Fong: Right, who has the most muscle cars and quarter pounders?
Dexter Fong: That's america
Principalpoop: and atomic weapons? case closed
cease: if you're rich, america may be better
Dexter Fong: We reserve the right to re-open that case
cease: buy the best doctors, the worst politicians, whatever you need
Principalpoop: sure, if rich, you can travel, away from america
Principalpoop: so rocky was phil, then who was the walrus
cease: the walrus was paul
Merlyn: another clue to you all
Principalpoop: laup saw
Merlyn: cat, I typed that too
Principalpoop: that is a good name for a character
Principalpoop: Hi walrus, wotsop?
cease: but not paul krassner
Principalpoop: or newman or bunyun
Principalpoop: i was reading a book about teddy roosevelt
Principalpoop: mount shasta was built by paul bunyun
Dexter Fong: Bully! Lad.
cease: Ox Shit
Principalpoop: i had no idea he was born with a silver tea set in his mouth, very upper class
Dexter Fong: Paul BUNyon?
cease: no, upper teeth
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: no no, not shit, poor babe was sick, paul dug a grave for him, hence the deep water and mount shasta, babe got better
Principalpoop: crusty for sure
Principalpoop: teddy fong, follow along
cease: i remember a big statue of paul and babe somewhere. maybe mt shasta? i saw pix from a visit there when i was a kid in the 50s
Principalpoop: in one of those rectangle states
cease: they seemed big because i wasnt
cease: sounds like a character for Neil Gaiman
cease: normally just saying her name would produce Elayne
Principalpoop: poof?
Principalpoop: voila?
Dexter Fong: Okay, I need a script...First you call neil gainman, she and the poop calls him/her a poof
Principalpoop: it was the poof, of her appearing suddently
Dexter Fong: I think it's the proof in that bottle you been sucking on that made the ppof
Principalpoop: i added the voila to clarify
Dexter Fong: or poof
Principalpoop: the difference between pudding and custard
Dexter Fong: You couldn't clarify that with an entire string section
Principalpoop: and the spanish thing, flan
Merlyn: well, I guess Phil isn't coming back...
Principalpoop: i could with a sousaphone
cease: did you tell you that, merl?
Merlyn: tell what?
Principalpoop: if could not figure out how to type here, I am not sure how he could ever arrive here
Dexter Fong: he told herself
cease: i thught you were in touch with him by text or something, merl
Merlyn: I was sending Phil email, and said if he got it soon, he should show up and gave him the chat URL
cease: i remember bergman coming here when chat had ended
cease: oh i see
Principalpoop: send him another email, with typing instructions
Merlyn: I did PP, a while ago
Principalpoop: ahh ok
Principalpoop: he must have gotten busy
Dexter Fong: TMI Merlyn, but hell, I did boom-boom this morning
cease: did you know rocky was him when he was here, merl?
Principalpoop: though I fail to see how anything could be more worthwhile than time spent here
Merlyn: no, I didn't
Dexter Fong: I checked Nino who located him in LA
Merlyn: I should have thought of that though
cease: even i'm not sure i could make that statement, poop
Principalpoop: that is because you are on the other side of the being here, not my side
Dexter Fong: I think you could say it Cat, but not so sure about you typing it
Principalpoop: if I was here with me, I would have my doubts
cease: lol
Principalpoop: intelligent, articulate, progressive and other many syllable words
Dexter Fong: yep
Dexter Fong: keen
Dexter Fong: nifty
Principalpoop: swell
Dexter Fong: swell
Dexter Fong: lol
Principalpoop: yes swell
Principalpoop: ain't it swell here
cease: sounds like i'm back in the 50s
Dexter Fong: yesswell talk together when we talk
Dexter Fong: bitchin'
cease: at long as it's not swollen
Principalpoop: she'll be riding six white horses when she comes
cease: i think that was early 60s, dex. surfer term
Dexter Fong: cowabunga dude
Principalpoop: she said it in american graffitti
Dexter Fong: annette funcillo
Dexter Fong: funicello
Principalpoop: funny chello
Merlyn: always room for chello
cease: i remember her as forgetable
Principalpoop: a real beach blanket bingo
Dexter Fong: ginchy
Principalpoop: there must be some logical progression from her to twiggy and madonna and britney and linsley lohan
cease: lemoncello, made from the lemons of vesuvius
Dexter Fong: Guess I'll paddle out back and catch a gnarly tuber
Principalpoop: don't be vesuvius fong
cease: ok then, dex
Dexter Fong: See yah next week
cease: i guess you will
Principalpoop: is that the bus? i spent all evening trying to connect a router, darn IP nonsense
Merlyn: me 2
Principalpoop: everybody take care, ciao
cease: i guess we is all off
||||||||| cease says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, cease exits at 11:20 PM.
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:20 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..."
||||||||| At 11:20 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "3:54 AM? 3:54 AM!!" says Catherwood, "PheeTheElectrician should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as PheeTheElectrician enters and sits on the divan.
PheeTheElectrician:

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

I won’t take any more credit for this Victory than is necessary.

Lord Kitchener did not
-- nay,
will not
-- die in vain,

Grid Willing. [Over applause]

Gentlemen, gentlemen!

I as Leader
will use Power like a drum
and Leadership like a violin.

Pick out any Idea.
Compare Ideas.
With the One Idea left
you have no Doubt,
and without a Doubt
we have Enthusiasm!
PheeTheElectrician:

Gentlemen, gentlemen! Please, gentlemen!

To make Life hold
-- it’s as easy as a Bridge!
Now, now, gentlemen!

Gentlemen, now that we have attained Control
we must pull together as One!
Like a Twin!
Keeping the Prophesy of Power
as Enthusiasm!

All for one!
All for one!
And all for one!
And all for one!

Let me hear it for me!

You’re under arrest!
Metal door clangs shut.
PheeTheElectrician:

‘Ello! My, it will be pleasant to ‘ave you ‘ere!
I’ve not had any company in this dank and dismal cell
for forty long and miserable years.
[Reading] I was imprisoned by a faceless people
for a crime of which I had no knowledge
and certainly did not commit.
But what of that?
In me spare time,
I have been pursuing me ‘obby,
which is writin’ a Great Prison Novel.
In the beginning,
I wrote with an ink
composed of parts of me own blood.
However, this would not make an acceptable carbon,
so I acquired an electric typewriter

. I am proud to present you
with the first edition
of me saga of eternal torment

(profusely illustrated)
titled “Leather Thighs”!
PheeTheElectrician: Leather Thigh and Damn Yankees?? Hmmm-m?
||||||||| PheeTheElectrician says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, PheeTheElectrician exits at 3:58 AM.
||||||||| 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
BuryMyHeartAt TweenysKnee
cease
Dexter Fong
llanwydd
Merlyn
PheeTheElectrician
Principalpoop
Tor Hershman URL References:
http://allrecipes.com//Recipe/authentic-hungarian-goulash/Detail.aspx
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0028RVW0A?ie=UTF8&tag=jimfran-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B0028RVW0A
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_cjFV8Hs5k

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"