||||||||| 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 September 08, 2011 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies smurre inside, makes a note of the time (5:09 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| It's 5:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| smurre - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Son of Firesign tiptoes in around 9:37 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Son of Firesign: Life is a highway, Catherwood, drive it all night long. ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Son of Firesign and inquires "Did you want something?" Son of Firesign: Deliver this anchovy and hold the pizza, Catherwood. ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign ||||||||| At 9:39 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Son of Firesign!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Son of Firesign', just granted probation at 9:39 AM", then leaves hurriedly. Son of Firesign:http://vevo.ly/h94GO0 ||||||||| "Hey Son of Firesign!" ... Son of Firesign turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:39 AM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| RedPillTweeny tiptoes in around 9:53 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 10:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and cease gets out at 8:44 PM. cease: instead of being here tonight, i'm savouring some tuna tempura in an eatery far from my computer. hope chat is as enjoyable ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Quadrotweenia', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Quadrotweenia: Hi cease ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 08, 2011 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny Quadrotweenia: Hey Dex Dexter Fong: What's doin Tween Quadrotweenia: Not much. Finally got a break in the weather. Now only in the 90's. You've heard about the fires of course Quadrotweenia: How about you? Dexter Fong: Yes...East coast is getting all the rain, Texas not getting ||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "llanwydd should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as llanwydd enters and sits on the divan. llanwydd: how's everybody? Dexter Fong: Hey llan Quadrotweenia: The precipitation has not exactly been evenly distributed llanwydd: what the hell am I sitting on?! Quadrotweenia: I shall have to complain to the management Quadrotweenia: Hey LL llanwydd: I didn't hear about the fires, tween llanwydd: ticonderoga and areas near it in vt really got hit hard by the hurricane llanwydd: it hardly even touched florida Quadrotweenia:http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-texas-fires-20110909,0,2441045.story Quadrotweenia: Yeah, I heard a bunch of communities in Vermont were cut off llanwydd: I clicked on the link, tween but it sent me back here llanwydd: I thought that situation would improve when I got broadband Quadrotweenia: huh? Didn't open in your browser? llanwydd: it opened for a moment and then I got redirected back here llanwydd: love your moniker, tween Quadrotweenia:http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/blotter/entries/2011/09/08/1386_homes_destroyed_in_bastro.html Quadrotweenia: I just revisited the Quadrophenia album for my most recent Roadkill Show :) llanwydd: I was able to look at that link llanwydd: estimated 1400 homeless. that's pretty bad ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn in through the front door at 9:24 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. llanwydd: Hey Merlyn Quadrotweenia: It's bad. That's not homeless. That's destroyed HOUSES Merlyn: hey Quadrotweenia: Hey Merl Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn llanwydd: Cat and Dex haven't said anything since I came in but they have managed to keep the grey out ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:25 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Dexter Fong: Hey poop llanwydd: they must be taking that GABA stuff Quadrotweenia: Hi P Dexter Fong: llan: Cat's away for dinner llanwydd: Hey Principalpppopppplikncinci Principalpoop: anybody vouching for me? llanwydd: whatever Merlyn: links in chat should have target=_blank, which gets a new window/tab Principalpoop: ciao llan, comme sta? Merlyn: and that one does llanwydd: catherwood just called you an idiot, princ ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to llanwydd and asks "Would you like something?" Principalpoop: hi m, are those your cues? Merlyn: hey pp llanwydd: I wouldn't take that Quadrotweenia: That's what it does in FF 6 Merlyn Principalpoop: idiot is one of the nicer things people call me, I will take it llanwydd: lol Quadrotweenia: hehe llanwydd: yes and they must be dry by now Merlyn: new window Q, or messes up? Principalpoop: what does what in FF 6? Quadrotweenia: No, it works properly (adds a tab) Merlyn: ok tx llanwydd: I wouldn't know an ff6 from an ak47 Principalpoop: i wanted a fresca Merlyn: llan, can you force a link into a new window? llanwydd: I used to love fresca. I haven't seen it in years Principalpoop: right click the link and choose new window, maybe llanwydd: I wish I knew, Merl Quadrotweenia: The Firefox web browser, Llan Quadrotweenia: I highly recommend it Principalpoop: somebody put a link Quadrotweenia: All sorts of great security add-ons llanwydd: it's probably one of the many things I can't do with msntv2 llanwydd: I keep getting messages that say I need adobe flash player and other things Merlyn: hmm ok llan llanwydd: I'm looking for a laptop Dexter Fong: To sit on? Principalpoop: install adobe flash player then, oops, don't do that lol Principalpoop: flash player is 10,0000 dollars llanwydd: LOL, Dex Quadrotweenia:http://www.statesman.com/blogs/content/shared-gen/blogs/austin/blotter/entries/2011/09/08/1386_homes_destroyed_in_bastro.html llanwydd: that's a lot of money, princ Dexter Fong: and a lot of zeroes Quadrotweenia: That's a lot of dead presidents Principalpoop: you can pay by month, for eternity Principalpoop: link opened fine for me, almost 2000 homes, poor people :( Quadrotweenia: Yeah, it's a real mess Principalpoop: michell bachman and Fallwell should mention god is trying to tell rick perry something llanwydd: wonder what mr ishikawa is having Dexter Fong: Poop: A little taste of hell? Quadrotweenia: Like what, P? Quadrotweenia: Did you see the 'debate'? llanwydd: that michelle bachman is a real piece of work Dexter Fong: lolan: Shrimp tempura Principalpoop: i have no idea, I dont think god uses weather and fire to talk to us lol Dexter Fong: llan Quadrotweenia: Ah, you mean the fires Quadrotweenia: Well, if they were all Perry supporters, that would be one thing Principalpoop: We have a modern society, not enough land for honest hardworking people to just farm to suppor their familes llanwydd: how are clem and bambi doing? anybody heard from them? Principalpoop: need jobs, without jobs, the goverment must step up to the plate llanwydd: I called a friend of mine in VT a little while ago and he got hit hard Principalpoop: the repugs and libertarians are simply wrong llanwydd: main streets near him were washed out Quadrotweenia: They're fine LL llanwydd: good news Quadrotweenia: Sorry P, I'm a Ron Paul fan llanwydd: I like ron, too Dexter Fong: I'm a Ron POPIEL fan llanwydd: if I belonged to any political party I'd be a libertarian llanwydd: lol, dex Quadrotweenia: lol Dex Quadrotweenia: The Pocket President? Principalpoop: Ron Paul, is that the transvestite? llanwydd: LOL Dexter Fong: Possibly llanwydd: you are probably thinking of ru paul llanwydd: that's funny Principalpoop: i have seen his show surfing the tv, never stopped and watched llanwydd: I can't see him running Dexter Fong: I can see him running, he's almost outta sight llanwydd: somehow I don't think the electoral college would allow him to win Quadrotweenia: Ron Paul may be 'liberated', but not in that way P ;) Principalpoop: in those high heals? no way Principalpoop: Ru and Ron, sitting in a tree llanwydd: it would rather alter the PI of the presidency Principalpoop: i usually like pauls llanwydd: LOL, Princ Dexter Fong: PI? llanwydd: public image Dexter Fong: Ron Paul is a black rapper? Principalpoop: ru paul wearing a black wrapper Dexter Fong: Oh that;s public enemy llanwydd: I'm just imagining FDR in lingerie Principalpoop: hoover was ahh, twisted Dexter Fong: LLan: Wrong chat Principalpoop: but come on now, millions of people looking for work, are they are all just bums, who don't want to support their families Principalpoop: through no fault of their own, no jobs, come on now.... llanwydd: I predict that cat will rejoin us very near 22:00 Principalpoop: ok ok, I am just grrrr, i will lighten up Quadrotweenia: That doesn't mean the government is the answer, P Principalpoop: sure it is Dexter Fong: You got a better option Tween? Quadrotweenia: They've already printed more money than they'll ever be able to pay back Principalpoop: that is the only avenue we have control of Quadrotweenia: Una momento llanwydd: I only watched obama's speech because he pre-empted jeopardy Principalpoop: ross perot claimed that nonsense, and we had a surplus before clinton left office, get serious Quadrotweenia:http://blog.mises.org/17255/job-creation-101/ Quadrotweenia: Different times, P Principalpoop: how much longer before the job creators start creating? what are they waiting for? Quadrotweenia: The banks haven't been lending money. It's complicated Principalpoop: it has been many years now, what are they waiting for? Principalpoop: BS Principalpoop: banks are making big profits llanwydd: I got a loan recently Principalpoop: they have capital to lend, why not? Quadrotweenia: If they do release all the cash the government gave them, it will cause serious inflation llanwydd: not a big loan but it wasn't difficult Quadrotweenia: Yes, or little 'cronie capitalism' system is destroying the economy Principalpoop: a no win situation, jobs or inflation? this system is f cked up then Quadrotweenia: We're talking about industrial development, LL, not consumer credit llanwydd: I guess I missed that Principalpoop: wages low, or no jobs, I wonder why consumer buying is weak? Principalpoop: a viscious cycle Quadrotweenia: They want consumers to buy stuff Principalpoop: of course, demand will increase the demand for supply Quadrotweenia: The Austrian Economics people call it The Business Cycle, P Dexter Fong: Speeaking of low wages, almost all the jobs PERRY CLAIMS TO HAVE "created" are so low paying that all he's done is create a bunch of working poor who can hardl;y make ends meet Principalpoop: suppliers expand, hiring more people and a good cycle starts Quadrotweenia: You'll not find me defending Perry, but a lot of really good jobs have been created as well Dexter Fong: Tween; No a lot, maybe a few Principalpoop: we need to prime that pump, but the richest are doing fine, they don't anything changed Quadrotweenia: It's government interference that causes te booms and busts, they will tell you Dexter Fong: who they? Dexter Fong: Repugs etc? Quadrotweenia: We've had two 'stimulus packages' already, P. What went wrong? Quadrotweenia: The Austrian Economists (Libertarians), Dex Principalpoop: so we must trust the unelected heads of companies for the economy of america? they are just folks too Principalpoop: the jobs are going up, not fast enough Principalpoop: unemployment benefits did keep people from moving under highway bridge Dexter Fong: Our economic model is broken Tween, How do you explain market crash of ;29 when there were almost no governmental restraints Principalpoop: we need economic speed limits and load limits just like for our roads, or disaster happens Principalpoop: not rocket science Dexter Fong: Sounds good poop, speed limit of 4 dollars an hour sound good? Principalpoop: the banks will cheat too, and market corrects crush the little people Principalpoop: a million dollars a year is enough for anybody, anything over that is given to the government Quadrotweenia:http://www.nationaljournal.com/politics/behind-the-miracle-what-kinds-of-jobs-has-texas-created--20110829 Principalpoop: i cannot imagine 1 million dollars ||||||||| 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 Elayne falls out at 9:58 PM. Elayne: Evenin' all! Principalpoop: hi E, I have a site for you Elayne: Damn, that wind is fierce... Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne llanwydd: Hi Elayne Principalpoop:http://atomicagecinema.com/ Quadrotweenia: The Libertarians have a very different view of the Great Depression, Dex Quadrotweenia: Hey E Dexter Fong: I'm sure they do =)) Merlyn: hi E ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Elayne: Nice full house. Cat's away from keyboard? Elayne: And I miss Fran and Jimmy Lee, hope they're okay. Merlyn: I'm doing other things so I might not see stuff meant for me Principalpoop: i hear he is eating Elayne: And Tom and Lili?? Dexter Fong: AWAY AT DINNER OUT E ||||||||| 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 doctecazoid disembarks at 10:00 PM. llanwydd: I tried that link and got it for about a second before I was sent back here again Elayne: Thanks Dex! doctecazoid: just me - lili is crashed out on the couch llanwydd: Hi Doc Elayne: Ah, there he is - hi Tom! How are you feelingb? Dexter Fong: Elayne summoned DOc!!! Principalpoop: right click it, and open it in another window maybe, if you can Elayne: Love to Lili!! Elayne: I tend to do that, Dex. :) Principalpoop: cough cough, the doctor is in doctecazoid: thanks
doctecazoid pokes and prods himself doctecazoid: i feel fine Elayne: Ooh, that sounds painful, Tom. Quadrotweenia:http://www.lewrockwell.com/murphy/murphy155.html llanwydd: I made biriyani for dinner Dexter Fong: I;m prod to be a poked man Elayne: Clean bill of health, in Billville? Principalpoop: the flute player biriyani? Elayne: Sounds tasty, Llan. llanwydd: a bump with a name doctecazoid: well, actually there is still a good deal of residual tenderness that ratchets up to pain once every other day or so Elayne: How long are you able to sit? Dexter Fong: and there's times for using dem Principalpoop: ok, no playing horsey on my knee yet, drat Quadrotweenia:http://www.lewrockwell.com/paul/paul479.html doctecazoid: generally, most of the work day llanwydd: no, it's rice with garam masala, frozen peas, cashews, onions, garlic... Quadrotweenia: Hi Doc doctecazoid: hey qt doctecazoid: i am taking a break from working on a download system for the firesign site Elayne: That's good news, Tom. Principalpoop: so get rid of lanes and speed limits in the name of freedom? come on now.... doctecazoid: the guys want to sell mp3 downloads of some of their older shows Principalpoop: that is BS and I am sick of it doctecazoid: and to maximize profits, they would like it if the downloads were handled directly through the site instead of some third party doctecazoid: it's an interesting problem - google searches have pointed me in the right direction in terms of how to code it Quadrotweenia: The lane thing would seem mildly unwise, P;) Principalpoop: the people dont need nannys to tell them how to drive, or run a business Principalpoop: get the government out of the way is what people say, right? Quadrotweenia: I certainly agree with the second part Elayne: Sounds like a conundrum, Tom. Good luck with it. Principalpoop: why for the second part??? Principalpoop: companies worked people to death at the lowest wages, until we had laws doctecazoid: it's a conundrum wrapped in an enigma - shrouded in a mystery - Quadrotweenia: Well, there's an even larger issue of the Federal Governemnt's place in the scheme of things. ||||||||| Bunnyboy sneaks in around 10:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Quadrotweenia: The regulatory system is a hideous joke Quadrotweenia: Hey Bun llanwydd: you don't need a nanny to tell you how to run a business. that needs no explanation Bunnyboy: Schweddy Balls! Principalpoop: right, people need jobs and money to survive now, not like the old days... llanwydd: hi bunnyboy Bunnyboy: durn voluntary Tourette's... doctecazoid: like i say, i found a couple of sources for coding ideas and examples - it really isn't all that hard - but there are a number of pieces to the puzzle. i am attacking each piece one at a time llanwydd: that sounds like a quote from JFK, doc Quadrotweenia: That's a hilarious SNL skit, Bun llanwydd: the movie Principalpoop: huh llan? let them hire kids that can fit in the mines? and eat less? use less air? doctecazoid: i heard about that - shweddy balls ice cream LOL Quadrotweenia: Sounds like interesting work, Doc doctecazoid: ben & jerry's Bunnyboy: Tween: And now...a new Ben and Jerry's flavor! llanwydd: you said it, princ. I only quoted you doctecazoid: qt: well, it keeps me off the streets trying to break into cars and such ... :D Quadrotweenia: It was a holiday confection Bunnyboy: The kids fighting over it: "Get away from my Schweddy Balls!" Quadrotweenia: Yikes, Bun... nooo thanks Bunnyboy: Every day is a holiday. Quadrotweenia: lol Dexter Fong: on Ice Principalpoop: ahh ok, never argue with a crazy man Dexter Fong: apropos - afkfr Bunnyboy: My imitation of a parrot with Tourette's Syndrome: *ahem* Bunnyboy: "Pieces o'Shit! Pieces o'Shit!" doctecazoid: bb: LOL Bunnyboy: thenk yew Quadrotweenia: You've seen the Bill Murray movie "What About Bob?" Quadrotweenia: Hilarious doctecazoid: classic Principalpoop: I see how many people work on farms now quad, I am not misinformed Quadrotweenia: What About Bob - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103241/ llanwydd: what the hell has gotten into you tonight, Principi Quadrotweenia: The Tourette's Syndrome scenes are great Dexter Fong: An overdose of reality llan Quadrotweenia: P thinks I am an evil capitalist pig Principalpoop: exactly fong Bunnyboy: Tween: I don't buy that...but you do! Principalpoop: nothing wrong with capitalism or selfishness, but there are limits or it is sociopathic Bunnyboy: What's wrong with being social? Principalpoop: it is sociopathic to say millions of people should just suck it up Principalpoop: quick, start me on something else, I am ranting lol doctecazoid:http://www.ribbonfarm.com/2009/10/07/the-gervais-principle-or-the-office-according-to-the-office/ llanwydd: new subject: the pope's karma. discuss Bunnyboy: Poop is tagging Tween as a Randian? Oooooh... Elayne: Sorry, had to run for a moment, back now. What did I miss? Principalpoop: oh nick, you are such a tool Dexter Fong: The Teabags? doctecazoid: discuss Quadrotweenia: lol Bunnyboy: El: Virtual fistfight. Elayne: Schweddy balls, that's about it, right? Well, that's a typical Thursday here anyway, we gals are always outnumbered. :) Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy, I missed your arrival, sorry! Bunnyboy: Oh, I can change!
Bunnyboy puts on the Orlando suit. Merlyn: hey doc Quadrotweenia: "organizations don’t suffer pathologies; they are intrinsically pathological constructs" Principalpoop: ouch doc LOOL Bunnyboy: (alto chirp) Hiya, El! Dexter Fong: is that the shite sport coat with the pink crustaceon doctecazoid: i'm loving CSS! llanwydd: Cat must have had a hell of a good dinner Elayne: It's Bunnyboy-Alto! doctecazoid:when it works, that is... Dexter Fong: He went out to dinner llan doctecazoid: (apparently, i can't get css styles into these chat posts) Bunnyboy: C Secure Socket? doctecazoid: oh well llanwydd: maybe fumiyo put a mickey in the sake Principalpoop: big line at mcdonalds, or dennys with the new macaroni and cheese burger? Dexter Fong: that must be it Quadrotweenia: lol Bunnyboy: Cat Scratch Sumatra? doctecazoid: cat must've posted his one statement from his phone - he mentioned in an email this week that he would be out gourmanding during the chat Elayne: Oh dear, I got a bit too stretched, gotta lie down and go into a dream if somebody speaks. Elayne: Night all. ||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:20 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Bunnyboy: Poop: Is the attraction bunless? doctecazoid: zip and she's gone llanwydd: Nite Elayne Principalpoop: fast E Dexter Fong: Night E
Bunnyboy considers grasping mac and cheese, with bare hands, groans. Bunnyboy: nite El! Principalpoop: yes with a bun, i think they said 1,900 calories Bunnyboy: No fromage fan, here. Merlyn: nite E Bunnyboy: Doubles as caulking material. llanwydd: 1900 is more than my rmr llanwydd: don't tell me you don't know what that is Dexter Fong: Caulking material? Principalpoop: you could ask for them to put some lettuce on it too llanwydd: well, my big new is I just passed into my second half century Principalpoop: congrats llan llanwydd: very recently. 9/5 Dexter Fong: Well done llan Principalpoop: it is all downhill from here, pull down your pants and slide llanwydd: I say my second half because I plan to live to 100 llanwydd: every year my father calls me and asks if I feel old and I grin and bear it Principalpoop: in the year 2061, if firesign chat is still around doctecazoid: llan: hope that works out. i too would like to live to 100 - of course when you find out you have treatable/curable prostate cancer at 57 and the life expectancy average is 13 years after treatment, it kinda takes the wind out of things a bit Bunnyboy: (sings) In the year 2525, if Firesign chat is still alive... Principalpoop: according to Nova, we can live past 100 easy pretty soon, just hang in there llanwydd: sorry to hear about that, doc Dexter Fong: Living on dogfood and downers doctecazoid: llan: well, i'm taking it all in stride - what eles can you do right? Bunnyboy: Folks will still be wondering when FST will tour the East Coast... Merlyn: doc, read up on stephen j gould's cancer, you should be way above 13 Principalpoop: could be tomorrow or could be 26 years, if 13 is the average... Dexter Fong: lol bunny Principalpoop: i hoping for their heads to travel, like nixon and kissinger on futurama doctecazoid: the trick is getting austin all the way out here - driving is the only option for him, oona & the dogs Principalpoop: they have highways now Dexter Fong: Heavy drugs, knock him out fly him before he awakens Principalpoop: get your kicks on route 66 llanwydd: does phil have a lot of dogs? Dexter Fong: llan: Seems like it Quadrotweenia: Shanghai Austin? Merlyn: is the pope cat licks? doctecazoid: merl: what do oncologists know, anyway? (he's the guy who said the life expectancy is 13 years. i realize he's speaking from a strictly statistical standpoint, my mileage may vary...) doctecazoid: llan: oh mais oui! llanwydd: I met phil once but that was a long time ago Principalpoop: ruth ruth bark bark Merlyn: Gould found out his cancer median was 8 months, he died 20 years later Merlyn: read "The Median Isn't the Message" by Stephen Jay Gould Dexter Fong: Nobody's ever been gone that long before doctecazoid: i'll check that out thanks llanwydd: clever title Principalpoop: wait, is the pope cat licks? huh? Merlyn: I have to get a colonoscopy, I'm overdue doctecazoid: merl: a wise idea, i had mine two years ago, other than a couple of diverticulum i'm ok Dexter Fong: Merlyn, just go to your nearest airport, TSA will be glad to oblige Principalpoop: i will give you M, my first attempt, any idea how to get light in there? doctecazoid: dex: lol llanwydd: LOL, Dex Bunnyboy: doc: Time to move to Jupiter. "I can hold my breath a looooong time!" Merlyn: I think if I eat some kryptonite you won't need a flashlight doctecazoid: "TSA: we search you in places you didn't even know existed." Principalpoop: cool, i will buy the smallest webcam I can find, no problemo llanwydd: if I fly from daytona to albany I don't have to put up with tsa doctecazoid: ok gang, i have to split - fading fast, stayed up too late coding last night Merlyn: cya doc Principalpoop: keep getting better doc Dexter Fong: Night Doc llanwydd: but I haven't flown in many years. I drove down here Quadrotweenia: TSA: We can give you your yearly phyical at no extra charge Dexter Fong: Best to Lili llanwydd: Nite, Doc Quadrotweenia: Be well, Doc doctecazoid: y'all have a fine evening, hope to make it back here again next week. thanks dex pp llan etc doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz............. ||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:34 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Dexter Fong: llan: You will have to go thru security at any airport just about except for private ones Principalpoop: I fly just to get groped.... Bunnyboy: nite doc! Merlyn: my wife is watching the packers/saints game, GB kick return the guy basically got flipped on the run back to a TD Dexter Fong: Poop: Try random stop and frisks, stop a cop at random and ask him to frisk you cheaper than flying Principalpoop: yes, expensive jollies, but safe sex Dexter Fong: With bondage as an option Principalpoop: i used to love and follow football, the paychecks make me sick to my stomach now... Quadrotweenia: Sounds painful, Merlyn Principalpoop: and all the commercials Dexter Fong: Poop: The players or the owners Dexter Fong: paychecks Principalpoop: i asked my master to hurt me and she said "Nooooo." Principalpoop: both fong Dexter Fong: well, it's a very small segment of the population and with a likelihood of ten years or less, I think they earn it Quadrotweenia: Did you heard about the sadist and the masochist on their wedding night? The masochist said 'hurt me, hurt me'. The sadist said 'no'. llanwydd: catherwood, may I have a ertyuikjhgfdvbnmuytghjrty, please? ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside llanwydd and yells "My ears are burning..." Dexter Fong: players that is Principalpoop: i don't begrudge them, it just boggles my mind... Dexter Fong: Tween: As a matter of fact....yes Bunnyboy: And the duck said: Moo. Dexter Fong: Poop: I thought it made you sick to your stomach Principalpoop: i get dizzy and that upsets my stomach hehe llanwydd: all right then, a tyuiopjhgfdvbnmuytr, catherwood, if you please ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to llanwydd and queries "Something I can help with?" Dexter Fong: Young man, you have GLAUBNER"S DISEASE Bunnyboy: Great Maria Bamford bit: "(sings)...and on this farm, he had a Pterodactyl, EIEIO..." llanwydd: glaubner can keep his disease Bunnyboy: "...with a RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Principalpoop: and a wooly rhino too Dexter Fong: as in eat it RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA? Quadrotweenia: Sirens all over the place here. Sure hope the fires haven't jumped into the city park next door :/ llanwydd: pardon me while I have an ambien llanwydd: catherwood would you get me an ambien please ||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd an ambien. Principalpoop: be safe tween, goodness llanwydd: YAY! Dexter Fong: Jeeze TWEEN< I hope so too Quadrotweenia: Almost 1400 houses destroyed so far Bunnyboy: Kinda like the ventriloquist, who did the old "glass of water" bit, while the dummy sings "Campton Races". Principalpoop: do dah do dah llanwydd: I found that link hard to read on my browser, tween. I thought it said 1400 homeless Bunnyboy: At the first "Doo-Dah", the ventriloquist gets soaked. Bunnyboy: "Campton?" Sheee. CAMPTOWN. Principalpoop: i miss cat bunny, I just thought of him when you wrote that way Bunnyboy: "How veddy droll. We attended the races, out in the Camptons..." Dexter Fong: I thought you meant Compton Races Bunny Quadrotweenia: Central Texas wildfires destroy nearly 1,400 homes - http://www.statesman.com/news/nation/central-texas-wildfires-destroy-nearly-1-400-homes-1828022.html Principalpoop: compton california or little compton rhode island? Bunnyboy: okr. mowr tipos, comen op. Dexter Fong: Compton LA Principalpoop: ahh near watts Dexter Fong: kinda Principalpoop: sorta Dexter Fong: a little bit llanwydd: pompton plains, nj Principalpoop: that is horrible news tween, hope you get some rain soon Principalpoop: george pompton played with the packers Quadrotweenia: Thanks P, me too, but nothing in the forecast llanwydd: pompton circumstance Principalpoop: rats :( tween Dexter Fong: I've got a wide circumstance Quadrotweenia: All Lee brought us was 30mph winds that turned brush fires into infernos Principalpoop: the senator had a wide stance Dexter Fong: Was he curcumsized? Quadrotweenia: I really feel for all the people who have been displaced llanwydd: I lived in pompton plains when I was little Principalpoop: certainly not circumspect llanwydd: I went back a few years ago. it hasn't changed much Dexter Fong: What can you spect from a politician Principalpoop: many ticks, tween taught me that llanwydd: the mountain is still in back of the house. my father told me there was a war raging on the other side of the mountain. he probably meant vietnam Principalpoop: could have been camden Dexter Fong: llan: I don't think Pompton Plains is that close to Asia llanwydd: I was real little. I always imagined there was devastation and bloodshed just on the other side of the mountain Dexter Fong: And you never checkit it out for yourself? Quadrotweenia: >>Principalpoop: many ticks, tween taught me that<< lol llanwydd: no I was afraid to walk that far llanwydd: if I walked a little ways I'd get to gilbert's house. I was afraid to go further Dexter Fong: Ride you bike Quadrotweenia: Well, I guess his admonition had its intended effect ;) Principalpoop: how is gilbert doing? Dexter Fong: AFLECK fired him Principalpoop: you are old and big enough now, check out the other side of the mountain.. over 50 alors llanwydd: haven't heard from gilbert lately but I see on the internet that he writes to the local paper. he apparently still lives in pompton plains. I ought to call him sometime Dexter Fong: What you gonna call him LLan Principalpoop: that japanese joke was in poor taste, wait another day or 2, come one hehe Principalpoop: emo surfing? oh llan, be strong.... llanwydd: me and gilbert played hookey from school once Dexter Fong: What japanese joke? llanwydd: got a big scolding from mrs beach Principalpoop: that is why he got fired, something about hiroshima and the newest disaster I think.. Dexter Fong: Did she spank you llan? Principalpoop: tweeted inappropriately Dexter Fong: Poop: Oh, yes I think you're right llanwydd: no, corporal punishment was illegal in new jersey Principalpoop: played hookey once, llan the incorrigable Dexter Fong: Even between a consenting adult and an under age minor? Bunnyboy: Taquitos call my name. Nite, folk! Principalpoop: hip hop bon ap bunny Dexter Fong: Adios los Bunnymans llanwydd: but it was from mrs beach that I first heard about the Truant Officer. I was afraid to deal with him so I didnt play hookey again after that Quadrotweenia: Bye Bunny Principalpoop: if you skip too many classes, they suspend you from school, I always wondered about that.... Dexter Fong: Jeeze llan, your childhood makes Gene SHEPHERD"S LOOK LIKE JUVENILE deliquency ||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "10:59 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Merlyn: gnite from me 2 Principalpoop: night M, good luck Dexter Fong: Night MERLYN and thanks ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Quadrotweenia: I'm off to other things as well. It's been fun, even if I did manage to up P's blood pressure a few notches ;) Have a great week, all... llanwydd: well, I never committed any murders or got involved with foreign terrorist cells or anything like that ||||||||| At 11:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny stay safe Quadrotweenia: Until last time, again... Principalpoop: subject denies murder and terrorism involvement llanwydd: gilber whacked me in the face with a frisbee once though ||||||||| "11:00 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Quadrotweenia, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the garden. llanwydd: just on a whim. I forgave him quickly Principalpoop: it is fun thanks tween, night Dexter Fong: How have you lived with this trauma for so long? Principalpoop: gilbert was wrong to do that llan, let it go... Dexter Fong: Laan: And how did that make you feel llanwydd: well I never forgot it obviously but it's not a source of anguish if that's what you mean Principalpoop: a source of humiliation? or pain? Dexter Fong: Why then ::an, are you twisting that piece of cloth in your hands so hard Principalpoop: is that why you hate frisbees now? llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong hands llan a tissue Dexter Fong: Poop: It's worse that that, all disc like objects including dinner plates, that's why LLan only eats out of bowls Principalpoop: and then did he touch you inappropriately? where? Dexter Fong: and for how long Dexter Fong: And how did *that* make you feel??!! Principalpoop: wait, I need to get some tissues before you start llanwydd: one reason I remember this was that I ran and told his mother and she threatened to burn his fingers Dexter Fong: Charmin dude Principalpoop: jesus wtf llanwydd: looking back at that I find that "singular" Dexter Fong: What an odd little comunity you grew up in llan =)) llanwydd: I don't think she would have done it though Principalpoop: you are traumatizing me now lol Principalpoop: did she have a closet with a glowing jesus in it? Dexter Fong: That's how she burned him with the glowing Jesus Principalpoop: lordy lordy Dexter Fong: Amen brother! llanwydd: she was just scaring him. she wasn't weird or anything Principalpoop: strange tales from pompton plains, nj Dexter Fong: "You do that again Gilbert and we'll castrate you" Principalpoop: threating to burn your childs fingers is weird llan llanwydd: it wasn't weird back then Principalpoop: ewwwww Dexter Fong: That's right llan, why every day at school, 3 or 4 hundred kids would come in with big bandages on their hands Dexter Fong: And they all failed penmanship llanwydd: from what I can find about him on the internet it seems gilbert turned out alright Principalpoop: can he eat from plates? with his fingers? Dexter Fong: except for his penchant for writing letters to papers llanwydd: we used to sit in the sun to get vitamin D llanwydd: I look back at that and laugh Dexter Fong: we drank Ovaltine Principalpoop: ok, that is a nice gentle memory Dexter Fong: cept for the sunburn Principalpoop: and until he grabbed the frisbee and smashed you in the face Dexter Fong: hy every school days thousands of kids would come in all red and peeling llanwydd: LOL llanwydd: I moved to hackettstown when I was six Principalpoop: i love the smell of noxema in the morning llanwydd: but I would call gilbert on the phone sometimes when I could get away with it Principalpoop: dog wants out, bbl Dexter Fong: later poop llanwydd: "dog wants out" is bad grammar. pardon me for saying Dexter Fong: If you insist Dexter Fong: The correct phrase is "DOGGIE WANTS TO GO WALKIES" llanwydd: that's better Dexter Fong: rufrf Principalpoop: back fast, poor dog, one of my neighbors firing a rifle llanwydd: I remember my mother used to say "W-A-L-K" but then the dog learned how to spell llanwydd: then it didn't work anymore Dexter Fong: Must be one of them Libratarisnists Principalpoop: bangs scare me too Principalpoop: tea partiers llanwydd: even lester? Principalpoop: even stephen Dexter Fong: Put away those bangs, and pick up these bongs llanwydd: I think guys with bangs look scary llanwydd: maybe they remind me of moe Principalpoop: i prefer the page boy look Dexter Fong: How old? Dexter Fong: and are they catholic? Principalpoop: old enough, don't you worry about it Principalpoop: that reminds me, I need to call the parole board again Dexter Fong: Don't bother they'll call you llanwydd: well, I must be going. I'll see you all again. next week. tell stones I said hi llanwydd: good nite Principalpoop: my lawyer, art holeflapper jr, is supposed to file a writ Dexter Fong: Night llan Principalpoop: night ayn rand lover Dexter Fong: lol
Principalpoop p Principalpoop: I did not plan to go off tonight, but I sure went off... Dexter Fong: Think I'll close up too, gotta car to park Principalpoop: guess I needed to Dexter Fong: Understood poop Principalpoop: hail rita, night cat, hope you had a fun dinner Principalpoop: thanks fong, llan, all Dexter Fong: It's enough to make a growed man cry Dexter Fong: Night see yah next time Principalpoop: ciaoooo ||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 11:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| cease - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Bunnyboy
cease
Dexter Fong
doctecazoid
Elayne
llanwydd
Merlyn
Principalpoop
Quadrotweenia
Son of Firesign
