||||||||| 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 Friday's chat log for March 09, 2012 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bubba's Brain close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 1:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. Bubba's Brain: Damn ||||||||| Catherwood says "1:55 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bubba's Brain by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 6:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| New topic: 'Peter Bergman: 1939-2012' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:23 PM and Das Hoak sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Merlyn: Hey Hoak Merlyn: Click and type in the little box at the bottom and press return to enter text ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Das Hoak - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: oh dear, more deaths... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts cpfirezine inside, makes a note of the time (8:52 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Merlyn: hey cpfirezine cpfirezine: Hello seeker! Merlyn: wonder if this will turn into a regular wake chat cpfirezine: We here are sad, very sad. Peter is one of our heros. I sit with the freditor and The Rock Reverend Wolfgang Marx O'Toole cpfirezine: Heroes, sorry! Merlyn: the other was a sandwich? cpfirezine: Sub hero cpfirezine: You went to the shows late last year, yes? Merlyn: No, I didn't this time Merlyn: Peter, David, and Proctor were going to be here at Convergence con cpfirezine: We all wish we had made the trip. They did say it would be their last. They must have known. Merlyn: I don't think so, David says he didn't know until Tuesday Merlyn: which is when Peter got really sick, I gather Merlyn: I don't even know when he first contracted it; it was supposedly not too bad and probably treatable cpfirezine: The last minute of Tuesday's blog is pretty bittersweet. Peter says goodbye. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 9 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Merlyn: I'll listen to it in a sec Merlyn: "I love ya. See ya tomorrow." cpfirezine: Yeah! Merlyn: should I clip that out and put it up on the website? cpfirezine: Yes, definitely. Merlyn: on his memorial page, you think? cpfirezine: That whole last minute after the song is pretty cool cpfirezine: Sure, why not? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:14 PM and late as usual, it's NO_anchovies, just back from Billville." NO_anchovies: jeez. just found out. ||||||||| Hemlock Stones sashays in at 9:14 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Merlyn: was a shock to me, too. Just went to news.google.com and I'm scrolling down Merlyn: I have 'firesign' as a news category Merlyn: Hey stones, glad you could make it too Hemlock Stones: Who knows, maybe you can get there from here ! ||||||||| juicy & ethel bounds in at 9:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| 9:16 PM: jahgust jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" NO_anchovies: at the L.A. gig, he did look a bit weak, but i didn't realize he had cancer? Hemlock Stones: Terribly sad news,,,,, jahgust: Hey all I was hoping somebody would be here. Merlyn: Lew Bradshaw had Lew Kemia Hemlock Stones: I think its the duty of us all to continue to make smart arse remarks and very bad puns, its the very least we can do cpfirezine: We're having a wake here in Williamsport, MD NO_anchovies: in bad taste? Hemlock Stones: its the only taste there is cpfirezine: Anchovies are a bad taste Merlyn: hey cp, think it's OK if I just put a link to the MP3 file, no fancy loader? cpfirezine: Doesn't that have the whole thing? I think the end of the report is the part that will hold up over time. ||||||||| Catherwood leads mbackes inside, makes a note of the time (9:20 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Merlyn: no, I mean I have a clip, I can just make a direct link to the mp3 clip juicy & ethel: hey jahgust i was also hoping dear friends would come to mingle & reminesce Merlyn: the last minute cpfirezine: Sure jahgust: His RFO from Tuesday towards the end of the cast seemed like he was awash in emotion. jahgust: Do you think he could sense it was him signing off? Merlyn: it's a bit tricky since I could clobber someone who was just trying to put up a comment cpfirezine: That's what we were just commenting on. Kind of brings a lump to the throat. Merlyn: could be jahgust, I'm putting that very clip up on the memorial page now mbackes: it's tough to reminisce, when it still seems a bit unreal. Just had breakfast with him right before New Year's. He knew he was sick, but seemed fine and fine about being sick jahgust: Clobber? cpfirezine: We were talking earlier about Seattle, 1999 Merlyn: if I write out the file after someone else has modified it, their change is lost Merlyn: = clobber cpfirezine: We went to dinner a couple times after the shows. NO_anchovies: i forget, but he WAS the eldest of the group, right? Hemlock Stones: What am i goin to do with all these anchovies i picked up wholesale Merlyn: yeah, Peter was nearly always the one to take fans out Merlyn: No, David is the eldest, b 1936 jahgust: Ossman is the eldest I believe right Merl? Merlyn: I think Peter was next, then PP and PA is the youngest jahgust: Gotta love the chat when my question is answered before I ask it! mbackes: Always intensely connected, into stuff, like his bicycle. Went on a ride with him and he nearly killed me. It was like trying to keep up with Lance Armstrong Hemlock Stones: Merlyn, have you written up a blog or memorial yet ? Merlyn: although he tended to start a lot of projects that never ended juicy & ethel: merlyn please post the link to the pb memorial page....see if I get clobbered otherwise I will just cruise the antelope freeway (exit 1/4 mile) & shuffle through the memories Merlyn: right now just a guestbook: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/peterbergman/ juicy & ethel: merlyn please post the link to the pb memorial page....see if I get clobbered otherwise I will just cruise the antelope freeway (exit 1/4 mile) & shuffle through the memories cpfirezine: That sounds very cool! juicy & ethel: Catherwood please come and give us a hug ||||||||| Catherwood gets us a hug. juicy & ethel: Catherwood please come and give us a hug ||||||||| Catherwood gets us a hug. jahgust: I had a great chat with him in Langley about new communication tech and politics. Merl, Cat Gretch, Ed and Taylor were there along with D.O. and P.P. ,(who delighted in showing me his pets and house pics! I'll never forget that night!and Melinda Merlyn: He's used to giving drinks Merlyn: Peter was a big Apple enthusiast too Merlyn: he liked NYC too NO_anchovies: Merl bobbed for that one. jahgust: Procs pics were on his then new iGrannysmith! Hemlock Stones: group hug with catherwood everyone! ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Hemlock Stones and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Hemlock Stones!" Merlyn: He gets mad when he can't parse things jahgust: I guess catherwood is hurting too! ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to jahgust and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Hemlock Stones: i will just parse him another bomber and leave it on the sidetable NO_anchovies: Catherwood, parse this sentence? ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside NO_anchovies and mumbles "Did you need me?" jahgust: Far out! Merlyn: Catherwood, hug me ||||||||| Catherwood hugs me Merlyn: Now you're taking me illiterately jahgust: Any word from P.A. Merl? juicy & ethel: not quite illiteryyy Merlyn: He's going to put something on his blog Merlyn: which reminds me, I'll check it now Merlyn: Still Dec 2010 NO_anchovies: i reckon Phil, the Proctologist, is all up his ass about this? juicy & ethel: I am missing principle poop, and Dex, ah, clem & bambi....wheres the heck is tween... NO_anchovies: is that poor enuf taste? Merlyn: yeah, but Phil P and Melinda are in Hawaii in a storm, so it's a bit difficult Hemlock Stones: are you on Skype Merlyn ? Merlyn: no, stones jahgust: yeh i had just checked that as well, though knowing phil he'll write a long piece for it. juicy & ethel: catherwood please attend to me with a blue moss oh and bring ethel one too ||||||||| Catherwood gives ethel one too. Merlyn: Next Planet Proctor probably all on Peter Merlyn: At least Nino is working again jahgust: Procmer is in Ha wa yer i guess! Merlyn: the wet sands of kawaii hawaii juicy & ethel: oh yeh...nino I haven't even gone to check everyone out Merlyn: Hemlock always broadens our horizons Merlyn: Just added UNHAPPY MAKNAM to the memorial book NO_anchovies: good one. juicy & ethel: I wish that ah, clem would show up and share some vinyl with or da radio Right now I have que'd up 'Fighting Clowns' jahgust: This morning i awoke in a funny mood when usually I am a muderous grump at best before caffination can commence. I am never this way in the morning. I should have known something was up. Merlyn: yeah, hope clem shows up jahgust: Is Jive still spinning FST? he was all day and got through the classic 4 and other bits and pieces! Merlyn: let me see Merlyn: trying to load his live feed Merlyn: doesn't seem to be Firesign right now jahgust: listening to the last minute of the RFO from Tuesday...chilling... ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mbackes - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: Already over 100 entries in the memorial book Merlyn:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/peterbergman/index.html Merlyn: to put this into the log. I'll save tonight's log too jahgust: Yeh lotta nice memories...love the one from the Vietnam vet! NO_anchovies: the cheese-log too? Merlyn: yeah, cool playing reel2reel and they all memorize bits Merlyn: yeah, I can add days to the cheese logs jahgust: Antique Cheese log chair...Catherwood a Freudian slip if you pleeze! ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past jahgust Merlyn: the LA times should have a regular obit for tomorrow jahgust: I feel like MR. Foster Freeze! juicy & ethel: catherwood please return ethyls slip, if you please ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to juicy & ethel and says "My ears are burning..." NO_anchovies: and the NYTimes front page, i presume? juicy & ethel: catherwood please return ethyls slip, if you please ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear juicy & ethel ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. jahgust: Huffpost as well I would hope! NO_anchovies: (i'll settle for the Wall Street Journal) Merlyn: UPI has it now NO_anchovies: (hmmm... Catherwood knew i was talking about New York... he can parse when he wants to, that little bitch....) ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to NO_anchovies and mumbles "Did you want me?" jahgust: Oh sorry Ethel was that your slip? I'm on thin ice now! ||||||||| "10:01 PM? 10:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rebus Kniebus should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rebus Kniebus enters and sits on the divan. juicy & ethel: I have to say, Catherwood iis being a real grumpy old codger tonight ||||||||| Catherwood snubs juicy & ethel Merlyn: Shh, stop mentioning the war -- I mean, his name Merlyn: Hi Rebus, how's New Jersey? Rebus Kniebus: Like the rest of the world: a little bit less funny tonight Merlyn: yeah jahgust: Rebus the Divan is leaking... Rebus Kniebus: Drat. Again? juicy & ethel: juicy mumbles under her breath something she;d like to say to blatherwood... jahgust: Somone on the memorial said that Pete/Babe fnally made the Antelope Freeway exit! nice one! Merlyn: But we cannot always Beat the Reaper NO_anchovies: with the Reaper, it's merely a case of "when..." Rebus Kniebus: OK, well, just popped in to pay my respects. Catherwood... ||||||||| Catherwood pays Rebus Kniebus's respects. Rebus Kniebus: Better pull my mukluks outta the cellophane before they scorch. Rebus Kniebus: Goodnight dear friends... ||||||||| At 10:09 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rebus Kniebus!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Merlyn: goodnight rebus Merlyn: guess I picked the wrong week to stop sniffin' glue juicy & ethel: no we cant M but we can have some damn good times laughing together as we are defestrated by Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside juicy & ethel and mumbles "Something I can help with?" ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... jahgust: We could either beat him with a bag of sugar or with a bag of really great shit. Catherwood have you seen Mrs. Presky lately? ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside jahgust and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" Merlyn: Catherwood, hit me with a bag of sugar ||||||||| Catherwood hits Merlyn with a bag of sugar. Merlyn: I win! jahgust: Yeh ya do!! NO_anchovies: more sugar, less shit? good trade. Merlyn: Though he's gone now, he will STILL do your station ID! https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/ids/index.html juicy & ethel: Catherwood pass me a bomber of that really great shit ||||||||| Catherwood passes juicy & ethel a bomber of that really great shit. Merlyn: What a guy! jahgust: Sounds like a new age slogan for US PLus NO_anchovies: "we own the idea of really great shit..." ||||||||| Coolzip enters at 10:21 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. Merlyn: Hey coolzip NO_anchovies: did Coolzip enter at random, or deliberately? Merlyn: No way to tell, unless coolzip tells Merlyn: coolzip, if you can't figure things out, type in the little box at the bottom and hit return NO_anchovies: then send us your money. Coolzip: i just gagged down the last of this margarita and ate the cup jahgust: Doesn't he need a receipt to return? juicy & ethel: juicy bats her eyelashes at Coolzip yo Bro how ya be itz reel nice to have a place to gather to hold an online wake for Pete Bergman (thanks merlyn) Coolzip: godspeed mr. bergman, enjoy the regrooving jahgust: James Joyce would be proud...ish! NO_anchovies: indeed, Re-Joyce. juicy & ethel: Indeed Indeed sez juicy & ethel juicy & ethel: Indeed Indeed sez juicy & ethel juicy & ethel:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQg0bCVZhws&feature=g-all-u&context=G26fb40aFAAAAAAAADAA K Index 7 for Saturday. Human DNA Damage from UV Exposure. juicy & ethel: we like mr cometwatchdude man astronomy stuff he sounds like Bob Ross who is now painting in heaven NO_anchovies: Back To The Shadows, Pete... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W10KaY8L6e4&feature=plcp&context=C400cf65VDvjVQa1PpcFPJSiVj9f4LaIMXwjKMJA0BNHqS0omhc6M= jahgust: Catherwood set out some lettuce and colored eggs! ||||||||| Catherwood sets out some lettuce and colored eggs. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'ascadvfbfnbn', just granted probation at 10:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:36 PM, then departs.
Bunnyboy shuffles and sighs. Bunnyboy: Here's to The Man!
Bunnyboy clinks. Merlyn: hey bunnyboy Merlyn: And ascawhatever jahgust: Indeed! I raise my Schnifter to the heavens and say, "Not responsible!"
NO_anchovies clinks Bunnyboy: Got the news late in the day. Was loading up the second rfo.net page...when the bomb hit. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'WCGuy', just granted probation at 10:39 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Bunnyboy: Hiya, John. Bunnyboy: A heavy, heavy day. Merlyn: yep NO_anchovies: more Kalifornicans. howdy. WCGuy: Hi. Got the news this afternoon. I can't express my sadness. jahgust: You ain't kiddin' WC. WCGuy: Listened to 'All Things Firesign' -thru my tears. Bunnyboy: I gotta go feed my troops. Courage, folks. Pasting a big smile on, for Peter.
Bunnyboy wipes his eyes. jahgust: Oh boy Groat cakes again Heavy on the 30 wieght Bun! Merlyn: cya bunnyboy Bunnyboy: "We will ALL...get through this....together!" Bunnyboy: - PB jahgust: Indeed! ||||||||| "10:49 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the garden. NO_anchovies: ok gang, gotta bail. keep the Wake warm for us. Merlyn: ok anchovies NO_anchovies: Peace Out, you lovable Bozos you. ||||||||| NO_anchovies leaves at 10:52 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..." jahgust: Had pizza to go yetserday and today! No Anchovies. I hope he wasn't offended! ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| WCGuy - dead from the common cold ||||||||| ascadvfbfnbn - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: More room for dancin' jahgust: aascdv...erm ishkabibble... had no rythmn! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. juicy & ethel: gee catherwood can be quite intimidating at times...... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to juicy & ethel and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" juicy & ethel: gee catherwood can be quite intimidating at times...... ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to juicy & ethel and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" Merlyn: go jump out the window, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood goes jump out the window. juicy & ethel: uh yeh you done got in muh face so Imma tellin' you to back off and chill holmes juicy & ethel: he will be right back merlyn you know that jahgust: He never really jumps. It's all a ploy for attention! Merlyn: Some sort of illusion jahgust: a holeygram for sure! ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Coolzip - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... juicy & ethel: Honey Shanchez was havin' such a hard time gettin; here she asked us to please show up for her and RESPECK Peter Bergman what a whooly man of comedy! Merlyn: Variety now has the news: http://www.variety.com/article/VR1118051299?refCatId=14 juicy & ethel: thanks for the link merl brb jahgust: tnx merl Merlyn: sure jahgust: The memorial just keeps on going! Alot of great notes Merlyn: dailykos has it Merlyn:http://www.dailykos.com/story/2012/03/09/1072893/-R-I-P-Peter-Bergman-of-The-Firesign-Theater juicy & ethel:http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=brvov3zOmFo j-men report to the nation cpfirezine: Just posted a couple Seattle 1999 shots I took. cpfirezine: ---On Facebook page Merlyn: good stuff jahgust: I just put up the eulogy for Dr. Tiny. It seemed sorta close enough in the wordage. Hope that doesn't seem weird. cpfirezine: I'm off, folks. The Freditor and Rock Reverend have left the wake, and I make my exit. juicy & ethel: Adios, Dear Friends...Much Love Merlyn: ok, stay hungary ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:26 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs juicy & ethel by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door jahgust: Harumph I gotta get going as well. Take Care Merl. Thanks as always in helping keep the Fire sign lit! Merlyn: I'll keep em flying jahgust: Indeed! Sure I'll talk to you soon ! ||||||||| jahgust departs at 11:32 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: ||||||||| cpfirezine - dead from the yaws ||||||||| 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 ushers Firebroiled in through the front door at 12:06 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Firebroiled: Thanks, Peter! ||||||||| At 12:06 AM, Firebroiled vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Merlyn: Hey, firebroiled, long time no s... Merlyn: And goodnight, Dear Friends ||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 12:36 AM, 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..." ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Caterino into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 12:45 AM, then departs. Caterino: Peter Bergman, co founder of the late sixties comedy group The Firesign Theatre has passed away. The cause was complications of leukemia, said Jeff Abraham, a spokesman for the group. Peter, an actor / comedian, blazed a trail in 1966 when he produced and starred on the "Radio Free Oz", program and According to Bergman, he started July 24th, 1966 on KPFK in L.A. The Firesign Theatre was born when Phil Austin, Philip Proctor, and David Ossman, also actors / comedians, met in various stages. The group would last from 1966 to Present, the longest lasting comedy group in the business today. The body of work by The Firesign Theatre is 23 recordings, including Nick Danger third eye, I think Were all Bozo;s on this Bus, and Don't Crush that Dwarf, a few movies, The Case of the missing Yoke, Caterino: Im so saddened by the passing of Peter Bergman. I wrote a piece but guessing it was too long to post, only a small portion was entered ||||||||| Caterino is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 12:47 AM. ||||||||| Caterino sashays in at 12:47 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Caterino: This is a shock to me and at last we can all finally say, it is the true end to an era. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 12:53 AM", then leaves hurriedly. Merlyn: Hey Caterino, still there? ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop in through the front door at 12:57 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: i just got the email, oh my ||||||||| Catherwood leads a lot of airports in through the front door at 12:57 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| a lot of airports leaves to catch the 12:58 AM train to Hellmouth. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Merlyn: hey PP Merlyn: got lots of windows open Merlyn: lots of msgs on facebook Principalpoop: oki Principalpoop: i had nothing to say really, a shock thing Merlyn: yeah Merlyn: had other firehead on earlier, chat wake more or less Principalpoop: i glanced at the cheese log Principalpoop: it is a big shift, a big change in the world Merlyn: breaking the set Principalpoop: end of an era at caterino said, yes Merlyn: he and Ossman and Proctor were supposed to be here for Convergence con Merlyn: should still have Ossman and Proctor, I think Principalpoop: i would think so Merlyn: apparently he had leukemia about 6 months but hardly anyone knew Merlyn: David said he only learned about it on Tuesday, when it seems he got sicker Merlyn: His last RFO was Tuesday ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Caterino - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i had a grandmother die of leukemia, before I was born Principalpoop: not sure how that disease progresses Merlyn: I heard his type was usually responsive to treatment Principalpoop: after my dad died, my sister-in-law said we should try and get our money back from the hospital hehe Principalpoop: we didn't get what we paid for, cough it up... hehe Merlyn: didn't work? Principalpoop: didn't even try, just gallows humor Principalpoop: her family are morticians Principalpoop: she grew up living upstairs at the funeral home Merlyn: when I was a kid, my best friend's dad was a funeral director Merlyn: Peter made the front webpage of the LA times and NY times Principalpoop: no surprise there Merlyn: with a picture Principalpoop: give the baby boomers a kick in the bottom Merlyn: 72 isn't that old anymore Merlyn: lots of messages coming in again, probably the email I sent out Principalpoop: they may no come to chat, but i guarantee the site will be busy Principalpoop: not Principalpoop: i would be surprised if npr did not interview the other guys... Merlyn: Austin was phone interviewed for the obit Principalpoop: oki Merlyn: Proctor is in Hawaii in a storm, and Ossman is in transit, I think Merlyn: but they have also left e-msgs Principalpoop: i don't have twitter, is there a hashtag for the news or something like that? Merlyn: let me check Principalpoop: bad news travels fast, unfortunately Merlyn: the twitter acct is FiresignNews Merlyn: Peter Bergman passed away last night, of complications from leukemia. He will be sorely missed. http://bit.ly/xxsnN0http://on.fb.me/wBMBF7 Principalpoop: oki Merlyn: Is from the twitter Principalpoop: i am not in facebook or linked in or myspace or anything hehe Principalpoop: you are my social media M, a weighty responsibility Principalpoop: lol Merlyn: there ya go, then Principalpoop: i had to type up the death notices on the aircraft carrier Principalpoop: after 10 or 20, it is just a chore, i felt bad that it because just a chore Principalpoop: oops became Principalpoop: how long did you know him? not just from the radio or records? Merlyn: let's see Merlyn: I didn't really meet them during the 25th anniversary tour Merlyn: saw them in Chicago, and Jerry Stearns already knew Ossman Merlyn: after Doc and I started doing the website Merlyn: I think I saw some shows before the XM radio show started Merlyn: that started in 2001 Merlyn: but we don't have news updates before 2002 Principalpoop: around 10 years, oh my Merlyn: It may well have been the XM shows where I first met some of them, including Peter Merlyn: yeah Principalpoop: only time helps, i have no words for you, or his family Merlyn: and I think they started doing shows after that Merlyn: Peter was really great with fans, he'd go to dinner with us often Merlyn: I still want the nick danger/mark time DVD to be sold Merlyn: we taped the XM show and I put together those bits Merlyn: great times
Principalpoop D Merlyn: I had it set up so I'd fly in Saturday morning and fly out Saturday at 12:30 PM (just after midnight) Merlyn: so I wouldn't have to get a hotel room etc Principalpoop: goodness Merlyn: and the ticket was cheap because it counted as the next day Merlyn: Phil Austin should have something on his blog soon-ish Principalpoop: i wonder if they have a bottle of tequila or bourbon that the last survivor gets to drink hehe Merlyn: hmm, dunno Principalpoop: how things work as we get older Merlyn: or don't work Principalpoop: its late and the dog wants out, thanks so much M, and I will keep checking in Principalpoop: dying is what we all get our turn, something like that Merlyn: we can't always beet that reaper Principalpoop: thanks again M, see you soon ||||||||| At 1:40 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 2:15 AM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| 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."
