A Firesign Chat
07/24/2003




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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 4:32 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for July 24, 2003 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 24, 2003 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?"
||||||||| 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 Merlyn disembarks at 9:05 PM.
||||||||| 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 Bad Bozo disembarks at 9:07 PM.
Merlyn: hey bozo
Bad Bozo: So, how's it in here in the cornstarch?
Merlyn: pretty quiet so far; muffled cornstarch, I guess.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dave! inside, makes a note of the time (9:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: Dave enters with a bang
Merlyn: (meaning !)
Dave!: put your cornstartch by the fire and give me that script, I think he's got my rat
Bad Bozo: I can only lurk a little. Gotta go to work @ 5am.
Dave!: a bad BOZO? do not conform!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Dead Fred coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: ya gotta lurk a little, live a little,
Merlyn: a coughing corpse
Dead Fred: ahem
Dave!: fred's not dead, 'e's resting
Dead Fred: Hey
Merlyn: hey, you said you were dead, I'm not one to argue.
Bad Bozo: Unhappy system readout! Handle stolen from "Give Us A Break" LP. I remember fgndly when every fool & his frog had a CB; now it's only renegades from the Martian Space Party. Or is it the National Surrealists?
Dead Fred: mind if I crash the party?
Merlyn: just don't crash the server.
Dead Fred: no a cot will do
||||||||| doctec sneaks in around 9:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
doctec: loog a little
Merlyn: hi doc
||||||||| Catherwood ushers C. Simril into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs.
doctec: it's cot to be better than the floor
Bad Bozo: Interesting little room you have here; what color do you plan for the walls?
Dave!: it's the doctor, hey, can you correct this problem I've been having with my eyes, they've quit working for some reason
C. Simril: applets and cottlets?
doctec: hey cat
Dead Fred: I got caught with thje floor all ready
Merlyn: hi cot
C. Simril: a fond memory from sweet eating childhood
C. Simril: doc. i thought you were buried in workland
Bad Bozo: Hey, Catherwood, you've been stiffed. For three dines you can be gone a thousand years!
C. Simril: hey dave. how are things in blues magoos land?
doctec: dave: offer to pay them more, then be prepared for a grueling session of talks in an effort to break their strike
C. Simril: or are you a different dave?
doctec: cat: I HAVE been buried in workland
C. Simril: there was some dave from vancouver last week after i left
C. Simril: and stil are?
doctec: and i continue to be buried in workland
C. Simril: lucky to still have workland to be buried in?
doctec: but we're in the last phases of the project, so there's a lull while people test out the new events shopping cart app
C. Simril: if you have a friend on whom you think you can rely you are a lucky man
||||||||| 9:18 PM: Dr. Headphones jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Bad Bozo: C.S., only a fool wouldn't believe in luck while only a damn fool would rely on it.
C. Simril: i hear a cup of tea calling me. will be back in a few minutes
Dr. Headphones: hello, dear friends :)
doctec: lindsay anderson - malcolm mcdowell - and who did the soundtrack? (one of the guys from the animals)
Dave!: cat read your private messages
doctec: i forget these things in my auld age
Dave!: it's the man who only hears what he wants to!
Dead Fred: Alan Price?
doctec: thank you - yes, alan price
Dr. Headphones: hey dave, sorry i'm never at my desk when you ring
Dr. Headphones: i do NOT sit here all the time
Merlyn: he can ring?
doctec: sometimes he sits over there
Bad Bozo: maybe he can pass a fox
Dr. Headphones: and sometimes WAY over there
Dr. Headphones: i can pass a fox if i put it in passing gear
C. Simril: oh lucky man
doctec: gad that must be painful
Dead Fred: on the free way of your choice
Bad Bozo: it only requres a lttle sqeeze
C. Simril: dead, you were on alt.ft the other week. is this your first time here?
Dave!: better than passing a bull, and you wonder where bullshit came from?
doctec: more like the expensive way these days
Dr. Headphones: freddie: i am close to the tollroad here, but there are free roads available too
C. Simril: headphones= ken?
Dead Fred: yes cs
||||||||| Catherwood leads MoonGoon inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dr. Headphones: yeah, cat
Bad Bozo: freeroads? whattabout the funway?
Dr. Headphones: hi moonie
MoonGoon: Hallo avery buddy!
doctec: moon goon - dead fred - next thing ya know blank frank will be joining in
C. Simril: so many new names, i can't keep track. are they new people or just new names?
MoonGoon: I'm still me (last time I checked)
Dead Fred: yes an eno fan but not were it comes from
doctec: blank frank, he is the messenger of your doom and your destruction
C. Simril: i thought the goons were all dead by now
Bad Bozo: I'm nt new - I just looked in the brown paper abg & confirmed that
Dr. Headphones: cat: i decided i was "ken" or "kend" for about 5 years on here, it was time for an identity change
C. Simril: yeah i was cease for at least that long. still have that option
MoonGoon: Spike got the spike (poor lad) but I think other goonies are still with us...
doctec: is there a doctor in the headphones?
C. Simril: the new comers should know that cease is an abbreviation of c.simril
Dead Fred: mind if I smoke
Dr. Headphones: i'm not a doctor, but i am a bachelor and have a bachelor's degree
Merlyn: no, sellers died long ago, and harry B(?) died too
C. Simril: peter sellers died long ago
Bad Bozo: how fast were you going?
MoonGoon: Not at all... Pass that roofer over this a way...
C. Simril: gnawed wires, no doubt, dead
Merlyn: I just found out today that the goon show did a parody of "the man who never was"
Dr. Headphones: fred: go ahead, but it it's the good stuff, pass it around
Bad Bozo: I guess I'll have to skip on outta here - 'bye, all. Mebbe lurk & luge s'more next week.
Dr. Headphones: cat: when you were signed in as "cease" i always had the urge to become "desist"
doctec: drop, dead fred?
Dead Fred: Ah feels like the old concert days
C. Simril: it it it's really great shit, mrs pressed key
Merlyn: bye boz
Dr. Headphones: bozo: come back when you can't stay so long :)
C. Simril: yeah, everyone else too, kend
MoonGoon: He used that on me a few weaks ago...
Dave!: ah, Boz, I've got Silk Degrees somewhere but never have listened to it
Dr. Headphones: dave: name two top 100 hits by boz scaggs for $200
C. Simril: i liked boz best when he was with steve miller
Bad Bozo: parting sot - I've got 98 degrees but I wanna keep 'em all for a bit longer.
C. Simril: didnt he play harpsichord on the first album?
Merlyn: I thought he was thrown out in the teapot dome scandal
C. Simril: the sot weed factor?
||||||||| Bad Bozo says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bad Bozo exits at 9:27 PM.
Merlyn: Earl "Boz" Tweed
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uri Testakov in through the front door at 9:27 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
MoonGoon: How long will it be before Uday & Qusay body parts start showing up on eBay?
Uri Testakov: Evenin' Folks...
C. Simril: where is nast when we need him now?
Dr. Headphones: das vedanya, uri
MoonGoon: Conde Nast?
Uri Testakov: I'll be back....
Merlyn: uday DNA and quasi DNA
Dr. Headphones: moon: but don't bid yet, we will throw in this tooth for free!
C. Simril: the man who put boss tweed in jail
Uri Testakov: Did the guys ever post the missing 4th episode?
MoonGoon: And a finger in every pie...
C. Simril: i used to have a book of his cartoons. wonderful stuff
Merlyn: of the fuse of doom?
Dr. Headphones: uri: i think the fbi seized it, holding it at guantanamo bay
Dead Fred: Boz scaggs C,S?
C. Simril: bye bye miss
C. Simril: no, thomas nast
Uri Testakov: Guess it got the plague
||||||||| "9:29 PM? 9:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the couch.
C. Simril: i didnt know scaggs did cartoons
C. Simril: hi el
Dr. Headphones: hey, elayne
Dead Fred: ok I lost my place in the script
Elayne: Evenin' all!
C. Simril: its the blogging queen
MoonGoon: BTW, did the verbotenen 4th of Julee NPR bit ever make it to the spacewaves?
Elayne: Hey Cat, got the CD today, thanks heaps!!!
Uri Testakov: Hi E
C. Simril: uriah?
Elayne: Ukaipah. :)
C. Simril: not my eys. getting em tested next week. maybe they'll be replaced
MoonGoon: 29 East Rhode Island School of Design Terrace, right?
Uri Testakov: I use contacts
Elayne: That's the place.
Merlyn: oh, no, not yet. (the 4th of july show, that is)
C. Simril: like carl sagan?
Merlyn: don't have it set up with ossman yet, they aren't sure about what to do.
C. Simril: i;m sure his dope was Out of This World
MoonGoon: Rats upon my bed (and a pox on both their channels)...
Dr. Headphones: cat: in the next world, you're on your own
doctec: sorry, i was distracted - lili filled me in on her day. hi e!
C. Simril: this one too, kend
Dr. Headphones: hi lili
C. Simril: hi lili
MoonGoon: Wow... more at the virtual door!
C. Simril: stay high, lili
Dave!: be lucky that you don't have to use a screen reader for your work people, it's really a pain in the ass when there's a lot of things going on
Uri Testakov: whaaat?
C. Simril: jim morrison back from the dead?
Dr. Headphones: btw, ah, clem and bambi visited here tuesday night, we had beer, listened to firesign, and worked on my computer (mostly linux stuff)
Dave!: I just thought I'd say that
Elayne: Hey Tom! (Hi Lili!)
doctec: i made her a stiff vodka tonic, which she said she needed btw
C. Simril: they vistied your house, kend?
Elayne: Ooh, I'd like to take one too!
Dave!: and is anyone here in to ambient house music? I've just ordered the KLF's Chill Out and was looking for a review
doctec: she's still out of work, and having to deal with medical woes
Elayne: Very cool, Dr. H!
MoonGoon: Now just take it over here....
C. Simril: they live that close to michigan? i thought they lived in virginia
Uri Testakov: Everybody has hostages theses days....
Dr. Headphones: yes, cat, on their way to the u.p. of michigan, pitched their sleeping bags on the floor and passed out for the night, then left the next day
doctec: she said to say she's been working out like a demon, she'll soon be as strong as fumiyo (though not as lean...)
C. Simril: its great to see chat folks minling like that
Dr. Headphones: they do live in virginia, but are on vacation (holiday for those of you in the commonwealth)
doctec: that's a quote
C. Simril: scary, doc
MoonGoon: Depends... I do get a kick out of underworld... do dat count?
C. Simril: mingling
doctec: a hundred days off
C. Simril: the delilio novel, moon?
Uri Testakov: Make it a C note, and I'll take the case!
C. Simril: she worked so hard for so long, she deserves a serious vacation, doc
C. Simril: this is a case of the pox
C. Simril: give him the antidote, judy
MoonGoon: doctec: good stuff from the lads...
Dr. Headphones: uri: no c notes here, i made a's and b's in school
doctec: well cat, the problem is now that she's run through most of her Openwave expense reimbursement
Uri Testakov: Abby Normal High?
doctec: and her health insurance has just run out
||||||||| 9:36 PM: klokwkdoggerality-ski jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
MoonGoon: No orpheus among us, however...
doctec: and lining up new health insurance has been a bureaucratic nightmare
Dr. Headphones: hi klok
Uri Testakov: Hi K
Elayne: Hey Klok!
Merlyn: no skiing in the waiting room, only sitting
klokwkdoggerality-ski: hello. if only there could be arranged nightmares for bureaucrats...
doctec: ...just at a point where the various tests they've been running have pinpointed the nature of her medical woes, surgery will likely be required
Elayne: Oh ick, Tom. :(
klokwkdoggerality-ski: am a tad late because i had to listen to my water heater spouting off for 3 hours
Dr. Headphones: klok: i'll call my buddy the dolly llama and get some tibetan magic ju-ju on them for you
Uri Testakov: Serious case of Karn Evil
doctec: "tortuous colon" combined with uterine fibroids
||||||||| 9:38 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Elayne: Oh dear, Tom. Been there (the latter, at least)...
Elayne: Hi Dex!
Dexter Fong: And I love it!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: and most plans won't cover pre-existing conditions for months
MoonGoon: Hail hale the gang's all fours!
Dr. Headphones: hi dex
C. Simril: terrible news, doc
Dexter Fong: Hody little pardners
klokwkdoggerality-ski: my sympathies to L, doc
doctec: lili is in the kitchen e, she asks "what did you do about them?"
Dexter Fong: or Howdy
Dr. Headphones: hody to you too
Uri Testakov: How d'ya?
C. Simril: hey dex, did you get my email?
Dr. Headphones: it's hody dody time.....
klokwkdoggerality-ski: hello Dex
C. Simril: i'm not even sure i have your email address
MoonGoon: how dee?
Dexter Fong: You calling me an Irish laborer
doctec: (sorry for the medical detour - today on "inside your body"...)
Dexter Fong: Cat: No but haven't checked today
C. Simril: ive been more than medically detoured myself this week
Uri Testakov: damned soft machines
C. Simril: no, last friday, dex
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i actually used my cobra this month when I jumped on the glass; it worked well...in CT...
C. Simril: hi klok
Dexter Fong: No Cat, I didn't
klokwkdoggerality-ski: 'lo Cat
C. Simril: ok then i must have emailed someone else thinking it was you
Elayne: Yep, 'twas medical week for me too. Had my tooth out Monday, and my annual boobie-squeezing torture today.
klokwkdoggerality-ski: that's what that funny email from ca was...
doctec: lili has just finished her vodka tonic and is ready for a refill, brb
Dexter Fong: I thought it was me too
Dave!: cat did you ever theat message I sent you?
MoonGoon: Yow... one more reason why guys have all the luck...
C. Simril: i guess you're not myrnash
Dexter Fong: Yes I am Cat
C. Simril: dave, you mean just now about the "damn album?" yes
klokwkdoggerality-ski: can you state that as a question pse
Dexter Fong: @erols.com
klokwkdoggerality-ski: but i thought cat was cat
Merlyn: and dog was dog
Dexter Fong: and a dog is a dog
C. Simril: yes, that's where i sent it. about the dear friends episodes we talked of last week
MoonGoon: I'll have a Whiz but don't spare the fizz...
Dr. Headphones: cat is cat and dog is dog, and never the twain shall meet
klokwkdoggerality-ski: mellencamp is gonna want royalties now...
C. Simril: this cat has a dog
Uri Testakov: If ever a whizz there was...
Dexter Fong: Cat I didn't get it but possibly wife picked it up at work and deleted it thinking it was spam
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Wrong-Way otømamäY', just granted probation at 9:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
klokwkdoggerality-ski: and this dog has fleas! we must escape!
MoonGoon: This whole line is a dog...
Dexter Fong: please resend
klokwkdoggerality-ski: was that the line you took?
C. Simril: mark twain, mark twain
Dexter Fong: IO
MoonGoon: And I'm sticking to it...
Dr. Headphones: dex: did you wife see the ruckus at n.y. city hall this week?
C. Simril: hi yammy
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Cocaine!
Dr. Headphones: hi yam
Wrong-Way otømamäY: or Glue
C. Simril: run on round my brain
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i was stuck to it for awhile, but a 12-step program got me off
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi cat
Dexter Fong: A whole line of dogs....dog upon dog upon dog
Elayne: Hey Yam!
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi E
C. Simril: coke is for horses,. not for men
Elayne: Give the nice horsie some sugar cubes!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: a man, a plan, a canal, klokwkdoggerality-ski!
C. Simril: root canals?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: it's the seem-real thing, Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 9:44 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Freq Man coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi
C. Simril: hi freq
Dr. Headphones: hi freq
Wrong-Way otømamäY: ha, an echo
C. Simril: thnis place is really filling up
Elayne: Hello Freq!
doctec: back - hey freq!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: only for the pigs, cat
C. Simril: better than filling Down
MoonGoon: Boy, the foyer is filling up fast... I'd better send out for more ice!
Merlyn: We can split into rooms
klokwkdoggerality-ski: even, freq
doctec: so cool to have hooked up w/you in minnesota
Dr. Headphones: we will push back a wall if it gets too crowded
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Yes and I'm tired of shoveling it out!
Freq Man: Allo Allo... thought I'd pop in for a moment
doctec: ...and merlyn ... and ossman ...
klokwkdoggerality-ski: yeah, just like old netsplit days...
C. Simril: its always cool in minnesota. unless it's Cold
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi
C. Simril: hi pops
klokwkdoggerality-ski: that's what that popping sound was...and here i thought it was finally the champagne...
Uri Testakov: I'll wrestle you for the governorship
C. Simril: have an orange widow, klok. no one else wants her
Merlyn: that poping sound is john paul II
Freq Man: Doc... Yes yes indeed... Yes yes it was...
klokwkdoggerality-ski: or we could invite in the audience and make like avant-guardedly, Ken
Wrong-Way otømamäY: and it's always bloody cold
Merlyn: not cold in the summer
C. Simril: all guardedly-dardedly?
doctec: ...and merlyn ... and ossman ...
Dexter Fong: Got dematerialized again
Wrong-Way otømamäY: cool
MoonGoon: A delayed echo...
klokwkdoggerality-ski: is he gonna tie Francisco Franco or what, Meryl?
doctec: veuve cliquot kicks major ass
Wrong-Way otømamäY: I'm dematerialized. I have no momey
C. Simril: in her shoes?
MoonGoon: gesundheit.
klokwkdoggerality-ski: same here, Y, same here
Freq Man: Before one of our shows a kid asked me if he could help out... be a part of the show... I had to tell him that we were infact unpaid professionals and what we did on stage should never be attempted by anyone...
Dexter Fong: Throw away your underwear Yam
doctec: i wouldn't wanna be in her shoes...
Wrong-Way otømamäY: What Underwear?
C. Simril: click them together and say "there's no place like home"
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i feel like that talking about life to kids, Freq
Wrong-Way otømamäY: N, cat, I wash mine, they don't click
Dr. Headphones: or, if you're into electronics, "there's no georg like ohm"
MoonGoon: set the dial for a thousand and put in three dimes...
klokwkdoggerality-ski: groan
klokwkdoggerality-ski: dames?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Just vision of Pirini Scleroso clicking heel and muttering some unintelligble nonsense
Dr. Headphones: moon: i see that, you've got a canadian dime!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i keep them to myself...
Wrong-Way otømamäY: That was rather good, I thought
Dexter Fong: Kinda like I did
C. Simril: had to spliff it with the sound effects man. only nickles left
Uri Testakov: Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococco's pocket
MoonGoon: Curses... broiled again...
doctec: mmmm, spliff
doctec: mmmm, spliff
C. Simril: from sctv, dex?
Merlyn: spaceman SPLIFF!
Dexter Fong: 'ere's an echo in here
doctec: there's an echo in here
klokwkdoggerality-ski: yeah, they make them out of scraps left over from producing natural gas and oil that they sell to us for outrageous prices
Dexter Fong: Yes Cat
Dr. Headphones: i haven't seen a dime bag in years
Freq Man: Dex... you beat me to it...
Dead Fred: I've got a canadian or two myself
Freq Man: It to me beat you Dex
Wrong-Way otømamäY: I have a bag of dimes
Dexter Fong: So did doc =))
C. Simril: 8 to the bar?
Freq Man: I've got a dime load of bags...
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Marihuana Addicts!
Dexter Fong: and only seven spoons
||||||||| It's 9:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave! - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
MoonGoon: Hey! Mr. Spaceman... won't you please take me along...
Freq Man: empty empty bags...
C. Simril: by dave
doctec: heck i 8 two or three
C. Simril: up and at it, spaceman
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Ground Beef Control To Major Tom
klokwkdoggerality-ski: now they are trying to steal our commercial aircraft industry. stupid jazzed-up snowmobiles with wings, that's what they are
C. Simril: i'm the urban spaceman, here comes the twist
Dr. Headphones: klok: by the way, count is over 125 now, and includes indonesia, brazil, japan, finland, and poland for origins
Freq Man: The seven spoons of saint swivens...
Merlyn: major tongue
C. Simril: chubby checker don't exist
Uri Testakov: Regular or Ethyl?
doctec: both
Dr. Headphones: plump chess does
Freq Man: Ethyl's never been regular
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dave close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
C. Simril: fats domino does pizza
klokwkdoggerality-ski: count?
Freq Man: Are you happy or married?
Dexter Fong: Freq: A rollicking tale of Early Church debauchery
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Not since Fred Split
Elayne: Hello Dave!
Dr. Headphones: rex-lax: the laxative of kings
Dave: Brian could you kill off the other Dave if you can please?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: dracula? chocula?
Dr. Headphones: klok: returned emails i told you about
Merlyn: he already died
C. Simril: all ready for the blogathon, el?
MoonGoon: DH: LOL!
Merlyn: computer crash, dave?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Dave, yr alter ego's dead and gone
Freq Man: He was already dead when I killed him...
C. Simril: they come back from the dead all the time in chatland, merl
klokwkdoggerality-ski: oh, that
klokwkdoggerality-ski: did you contact the ISP
klokwkdoggerality-ski: ?
Dexter Fong: I had my ego altered, it was too big
Freq Man: And then the hit man fell for the lesbian assasin...
Dave: yeah
doctec: chat of the living dead?
Dead Fred: I know all about that dead stuff Iive for it
Uri Testakov: Frau Bluher
C. Simril: but it wasnt mutual
Dr. Headphones: klok: i stopped after the number reached 6 countries and more ISPs. yahoo didn't cancel my account, that's all i'm worried about
klokwkdoggerality-ski: all i can say is, "holy identity theft, batman!"
Dead Fred: niegh
doctec: freq: lol - i think there's the making of another radio play there
Merlyn: why would someone kill lesbians?
C. Simril: shi'ites no fun, they fell right over
MoonGoon: Ossman sez "watch the dead roll over and play LIVE!"
klokwkdoggerality-ski: groan
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Wha haoopen, klok?
Dexter Fong: Merl: THought they were thespians
doctec: dex: lol
klokwkdoggerality-ski: what you mean what happen? where, when?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: No, Lesbians...
C. Simril: even dead actors come back, for the show must go on
Dr. Headphones: ah, the lovely smell of fresh coffee :)
MoonGoon: Ancient geeks?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Someone Steal Your Identity?
Dexter Fong: and on....and on
C. Simril: look at this grape
Merlyn: dyslexics end up killing lebanese
doctec: in government inflicted simulation
Uri Testakov: More coffins, warden?
C. Simril: grappa?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: Dr. H's, Yam
C. Simril: agrippa?
C. Simril: agrippa?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: I'd rather not, cat
MoonGoon: Don't mind if I Do!
Dr. Headphones: yam: someone is spamming the world using my address as return. i'm getting undeliverable mail from all over the world
Dexter Fong: Merl: Lebanese kill Lebanes therefore All Lebanese are dyslexic
Dead Fred: I'd rather not cat aswell rather beef
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Bad deal, that
doctec: you're a spam magnet?
Elayne: Gotta go do dinner. Back soon.
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Be like me. nobody WANTS *MY* identity
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:55 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
doctec: (hmm, spam magnet - good name for a band)
Dexter Fong: See yah E
Merlyn: how can you get undeliverable mail? That's metaphysically absurd!
Wrong-Way otømamäY: oi again, e
klokwkdoggerality-ski: you should connect the perps with a Nigerian 419 scam gang and then put the russian mafia in the middle; that ought to resolve it
Dr. Headphones: doc: not sure how i got so lucky, the first one freaked me, now i'm just mildly annoyed. been getting the returns for 3 days now
MoonGoon: I sometimes find that spam makes a good net meter... if I haven't gotten spam in the past five mins., I know the connection is down.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Don't forget about the Lebanese Lesbian hit person
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Spam Magnet: That's a mental picture
Dr. Headphones: klok: lol! i did hear that the mafia was responsible for roberto calvi
doctec: weird sh*t happening with greater frequency these days
Dexter Fong: Doc: It's El Nino
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Strange Poo
Uri Testakov: Isn't that Harry Shearer's new band?
Merlyn: have you seen the ebay account scam? They try to get credit card numbers
Dexter Fong: Winnie's eveil twin brother?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: El Nino?
MoonGoon: The entire e-mail protocol needs a digital enema...
doctec: i'm waiting for the poles to reverse
C. Simril: go back to communism?
Dexter Fong: El Nino Yam, you not listening Man?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i thought that was their whole problem, DT
Uri Testakov: And invade Germany?
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Then all the Repubicans will fall over
Dr. Headphones: merl: friend on an email list had hers stolen last week, i helped her track it to starke, florida. that's home of "ol' sparky", at the state prison
C. Simril: harry shearer is god
doctec: yeah, and a similar paypal cc scam too
C. Simril: as much as there is one
Dexter Fong: LOL Uri
Uri Testakov: Le Show rocks
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Indeed
Merlyn: ol' sparky takes credit?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i was reading about the F-16s they bought. originally were to go to Pakistan 15 years ago
doctec: le show kicks major ass
C. Simril: only reason i bother to get up on sunday mornings, uri
Wrong-Way otømamäY: Ha! I have no credit cards
doctec: loved the mort sahl interview last weekend
Dr. Headphones: cat: on sunday afternoon here, i try to listen every week
MoonGoon: Would you like one of mine?
doctec: mort still kicks major ass
Wrong-Way otømamäY: no
klokwkdoggerality-ski: but we blocked that sale. in 1998, we offered them to New Zealand for 2 billion and they thought about it and decided they didn't need any fighters at all, told us where to stick them
Freq Man: back -- had to take a call...
doctec: if he ever came to one of the local starbucks or borders in these parts for the chautaqua thing, i'd be there in a flash
Dr. Headphones: call me a taxi....
klokwkdoggerality-ski: last I read, we finally pawned them off on Poland in a deal where we pay them something like $20 million to "buy" them...
MoonGoon: OK you're a Txai
Dr. Headphones: klok: then forgave the "debt"?
Dexter Fong: Cat: As you know I've had trouble emailing you, keep bouncing..but please try again
doctec: freq: did you put it back after you were finished with it?
doctec: i do that with all my showers...
C. Simril: the call of nature/
Freq Man: doc... no it was my dime...
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i visited the temples at Txai when I was in Mexico
Uri Testakov: All debts are forgiven
C. Simril: uri, you know old credibility gap stuff?
Dexter Fong: Freq: Then technically you "gave" a call
klokwkdoggerality-ski: no, I think we apologized for not painting them recently, Ken
doctec: two-minute dinner warning - may have to depart soon - possibly for the evening, don't know yet
doctec: (pork chops lili style - ooh la laa)
C. Simril: email me doc. we should talk
Dr. Headphones: ok, doc, go and enjoy
MoonGoon: that was a sneeze...
Freq Man: no... it was a cell phone call... I have to pay both ways...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'yaW-gnorW Yämamøto', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Uri Testakov: CS: Never heard of it. But that's incredible...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
klokwkdoggerality-ski: sounds goode to me, DT -- enjoy! hi to lili
Dr. Headphones: i had a mesquite grilled pork chop for dinner tonight
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Thing got weird on me and the bottom fell out
klokwkdoggerality-ski: cell phone spam?
Dr. Headphones: i've got to go afk for a few, will return
doctec: cat: i'll try to this weekend, inasmuch as the work situation is finally starting to ease up just a little
C. Simril: harry shearer's first group, that i know of. contemporary with firesing, even on the same stations
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Wrong-Way otømamäY at 10:01 PM
doctec: cat: i may call you instead, more efficient
klokwkdoggerality-ski: same firesign, same firestation?
Freq Man: Sgt Mesquite: Ok pig... talk... where were you on the night of July 7th
klokwkdoggerality-ski: that's a strange name, DT
MoonGoon: brb... must set VCR for R&S...
doctec: i need to get clear on what all needs to get done on the bitsite and seemreal
Uri Testakov: CS: I'll see if its' available on the web
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Ack I'm dead, this hasn't happened to me since "M"
C. Simril: credibilty gap did parodies of the days news for krla-am, then kppc fm in late 60s
Freq Man: You mean Casablanca...
doctec: say it ain't so yammy!
Merlyn: thanx for the remind, moongoon
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Oka
Freq Man: lahoma
C. Simril: when there was a phone strike in la, they did a routine of the 3 stooges as phone repairmen which is funnier than anything the firesign ever did
klokwkdoggerality-ski: either we write out the Rat or we cheese it!
doctec: ok, so was it firesign or credibility gap that started the whole alternative rose parade thing?
C. Simril: the gap, doc
doctec: i get the impression it was the credi gap
klokwkdoggerality-ski: probably the Yin-Yang Society, DT
doctec: ah thx cat
Uri Testakov: CS: google returns some interesting hits - will check out later
C. Simril: you would have the write impression
Freq Man: signs point to the gap
Dexter Fong: Doc: I believe Gap
C. Simril: harry has some cred gap stuff on his website
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: fall into the gap
klokwkdoggerality-ski: everyone has seen the "Weapons of Mass Destruction" / I'm feeling lucky result on Google?
doctec: cat: yes he does
doctec: he's got a cool site
doctec: you can tell he actually wrote a lot of it
C. Simril: harry had a show called destination music on kppr before firesign's hour hour in 1970 that was so funny the firsigns were embarrassed to come on after him
C. Simril: kppc
C. Simril: and they were followed by elliot mints, later yoko ono's pr guy, who was FAR more popular than them
||||||||| Outside, the 10:05 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Uri Testakov: 41 to 43 is pretty darn good
C. Simril: hi ll
Merlyn: It's the 101st underground nazi bombing wing: http://www.thescotsman.co.uk/international.cfm?id=792292003
doctec: ok have to set the table now - will stay connected but i'll likely fade over time
llanwydd: pretty packed in here tonight
C. Simril: the king of consonants
C. Simril: by doc
C. Simril: sell, nurse
C. Simril: sell, nurse
klokwkdoggerality-ski: so, is it true that a diesel engine will run backwards as well as it does forwards if it happens to get started in reverse?
doctec: i'll try to get back in later
klokwkdoggerality-ski: nite DT
doctec: cell?
Freq Man: Merl... heard about that... and folks were worried about the underground tunnels in IRAQ
C. Simril: delirium tremons? but the doc barely drinks
Merlyn: I would think so, KWD
Freq Man: by doc... swell time at Mark Time...
C. Simril: you lucky guys!
Merlyn: me too, freq
klokwkdoggerality-ski: must check water heater, get beer, brb
llanwydd: beer for the water heater?
C. Simril: isnt thatr water heated yet?
C. Simril: did el leave already?
Dr. Headphones: klok: cam is backward, tries to suck in exhaust and push through intake
Dexter Fong: Yeah Cat
Dead Fred: a watched heater never eats
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:08 PM and late as usual, it's BuBBaSbRaiN, just back from Billville."
MoonGoon: back... TNN double-crossed me, putting stripperella on at 10 instead of R&S... I'm cheesed and that's no log.
C. Simril: i wanted to wish her well on her blogathon
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Bah on TV
BuBBaSbRaiN: Greetings, all!
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: oi
Uri Testakov: Hey Bubba
C. Simril: hey kend, are ah clem and frambi not gonna be doing their show this week?
Dexter Fong: Bubba's backwards
llanwydd: howdy bub
Merlyn: saw that too, mgoon; maybe they pushed it back an hour so krisfalusi could finish it in time
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Yr caps are all crossed-up
Dr. Headphones: hi bubba
C. Simril: it would have been great for el to groove on while doing her blog
Dr. Headphones: cat: they will probably do it live, maybe even have call in period
C. Simril: bubububububububa/s brain?
BuBBaSbRaiN: It was a CAPITAL idea!
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: hot crossed caps
C. Simril: are you still stoning those lodes, bub?
Freq Man: my rendering's done... and I got to run... thanks for the fun... you sons of a gun...
Dr. Headphones: later, freq
C. Simril: fish told me he's pretty much alone these days, or is it that he needs a loan?
MoonGoon: Not sure what the deal is... now I'll have to keep checking to see where it's been placed
Uri Testakov: Bye F
BuBBaSbRaiN: Loading the stoners?
C. Simril: no guns for me, freq
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: later
C. Simril: just phallic mikes
Merlyn: drawn here by your rendering?
Dr. Headphones: loan me a load, please
MoonGoon: A great load of knowledge...
Merlyn: "rendering" - ha, I'm such a cut-up
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Go to the Giant Toad, Doc
llanwydd: lock and load?
Freq Man: audio rendering actually... but still... off I go into the fog...
Dr. Headphones: we won't weigh the flies
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Lost in the Ozone Again
Dr. Headphones: out of the fog, into the smog.....
Dexter Fong: Back on the dog
Dead Fred: Ruth less ly
Uri Testakov: Oh, my nose....
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: With the Fleas
klokwkdoggerality-ski: u rang?
BuBBaSbRaiN: Oh! Zone.
C. Simril: no, orangutan
Dexter Fong: Bubba : No box and one
C. Simril: the primate of Astronauts!
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Noses don't rang unless they have rings installed
Dexter Fong: Dave: get my reply?
Dead Fred: if you catch my meanin'
Dexter Fong: A three ring nose!
llanwydd: dave's not here
Dr. Headphones: dave is fading fast
Dexter Fong: Pretty much right Illan
klokwkdoggerality-ski: water heater is hot again, p/t valve not showing any leeks
Uri Testakov: Forward... into the past!
Merlyn: how about radishes?
Dexter Fong: No welsher that
Dr. Headphones: no leeks? how about garlic?
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i mopped most of those up, Merl
Dead Fred: top soil on the pipes?
llanwydd: or lonesome beets
Dexter Fong: Hody little pardner
klokwkdoggerality-ski: speaking of veggins, anyone ever seen squirrels eating mushrooms? the ones here are gobbling them up
Dead Fred: do they grow in the attic?
Dexter Fong: Klok: Did they see colors, visions, did you take notes?
MoonGoon: So that's why they get all weird and chase their tails!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: in the lawn
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i can't get mine to talk, Dex
C. Simril: i always thought moose and squirrel were stoned
llanwydd: do they run in circles and turn into pink paisley horsies?
Uri Testakov: Give the nice squirrely some mushrooms
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Boris was all tore up on cocaine
klokwkdoggerality-ski: i've given them the third degree, but i think the only thing left now is to call in the 101st Airborne and give them the business before i'll get anything out of them
C. Simril: ask alice, when she's ten feet tall
Dr. Headphones: squirrel nut zippers
Uri Testakov: She don't mind...
MoonGoon: Boris Badenov was spiking their gruel... what a gruel game to play
Dead Fred: her mind is moving on
C. Simril: you can get any 18 things you want at alice cooper's restaurant
klokwkdoggerality-ski: the ghost of stephen foster
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: They're nuts are zippin after those 'shrooms I'll wager
klokwkdoggerality-ski: four from COlumn A and six from column B...
C. Simril: i reccoment you all buy a copy of krassner's new book about mushrooms
BuBBaSbRaiN: Alice Cooper Overdrive!
C. Simril: despite the fact that i'm in it
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: and EAT it
klokwkdoggerality-ski: SNZ band was from Durham
Dr. Headphones: i've never done psychedelic 'shrooms. saw lots of friends puke after drinking them, didn't want to try that myself
Uri Testakov: With 6 you get eggroll
Dexter Fong: Alice Cooper in Chains
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Is he still alive?
BuBBaSbRaiN: Go ask Alice Cooper
C. Simril: when you get new 1) girl friend 2) job, you should buy a copy, kend. it's his best yet, and i know cuz i've been in all of them
MoonGoon: I thought you were supposed to eat them...
Dexter Fong: Ken: No pain no ...uh....hmm. can't remember
C. Simril: harry shearer had the best story in the first book
klokwkdoggerality-ski: yeah, Alice lives in CT, plays golf every Sunday, doesn't he?
Dr. Headphones: cat: either one could be imminent, but haven't put my hands on either yet
llanwydd: Cooper Doesn't Live Here Anymore
C. Simril: i smoked them, in the krassner book
||||||||| "10:18 PM? 10:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Elayne should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Elayne enters and sits on the couch.
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: I have one SNZ album someplace
Dexter Fong: Klok: Thought he lived like in Phoenix
Dr. Headphones: elayne: you're back :)
C. Simril: hi el, i was just plugging new krassner book and your blog
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: again
klokwkdoggerality-ski: then it must be Gene Simmons or Meat Loaf
BuBBaSbRaiN: Her front, too....
Elayne: Yeah, just finished the Spaghetti-Os. Way too much oregano. I didn't realize the lid was off when I shook it. :)
C. Simril: i am really enjoying it. you have some splendid links
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: We're gonna smoke both later in the programme and compare notes
Dr. Headphones: or the simmons beauty-rest meatloaf bed
Dexter Fong: Alice by the Dashboard light
Dr. Headphones: lol, dex!
Dead Fred: simmons cooking meatloaf new stage show
C. Simril: got the fingers primed for the blogathon, el?
Dr. Headphones: i gotta know right now!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: didn't the Dashboard Light break up not long after Bonzo?
llanwydd: Meatloaf has to be the worst name for a performer
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Freq Man - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Uri Testakov: Why is my life so much harder than everyone else's?
Dr. Headphones: llan: with some ketchup, not too bad
klokwkdoggerality-ski: or was it after the Drive-By Truckers?
MoonGoon: Can you really eat 'em with a skewer>
Elayne: Not sure, Cat. I've gotten a lot less sleep than I've wanted to, but I think I'll sleep a lot tomorrow in prep.
Dexter Fong: Klok: Yeah became 2 groups, ELO and the Cars
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: Alice Dashboard Confessional
Dr. Headphones: uri: we just haven't told you all the bad stuff that happens to us yet
C. Simril: good idea, el
llanwydd: that and Jello Biafra
BuBBaSbRaiN: Favorite comment from the crowd at Rocky Horror: "Oh no! Meatloaf for dinner again!!!"
Elayne: I've never been in front of a keyboard for 24 hours straight, even with breaks allowed...
Uri Testakov: That's from Roadie (meatloaf)
Dr. Headphones: e: if it breaks, you lose
Elayne: I think I'll break before it will, Dr. H.
C. Simril: there's a carribean parade around the corner on sat morning at 10 and house insprection at `10 sunday, same as le show so i'll be soaked with aesthetics both hours
Elayne: I just hope Jim's show is on Saturday night, that'll help a lot.
Uri Testakov: It's been a blast from the past. 'nite all..
llanwydd: or Bebop Loco
Elayne: By Uri!
klokwkdoggerality-ski: yes indeed, good evening, Uri
C. Simril: are you looking forward to it, el?do you accept email while you're bloggins?
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto: to bed I go-startin at 7am tomorrow.
Dexter Fong: Yeah he is close, but so was Charles LLoyd, Keith Jarrett's first employer..
||||||||| yaW-gnorW Yämamøto says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, yaW-gnorW Yämamøto exits at 10:22 PM.
BuBBaSbRaiN: TTFN, Uri.
C. Simril: loved them both, dex
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, uri
Elayne: Cat, it'll probably be a much better idea to contribute to the comments section, although I'll probably wind up checking my Yahoo e-mail a lot just to stay awake.
klokwkdoggerality-ski: eye 2 must depart and make meal and eventually 2 bed. nite Y
Elayne: Bye Klok!
C. Simril: i must ;learn how to do that, el
klokwkdoggerality-ski: good knict, everyone
Dr. Headphones: anyone here remember brewer and shipley's "one toke over the line"? i've got that song running through my head for no apparent reason right now
C. Simril: off you flee
llanwydd: TTFN? Too tired for nightmares?
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:23 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs klokwkdoggerality-ski by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dr. Headphones: tick tock
BuBBaSbRaiN: kloking out, et?
Dexter Fong: Night Klok
Elayne: I've mostly been on codeine since the tooth came out on Monday. Nasty stuff. I think that's why I conked so much this p.m., I went off the stuff this morning...
llanwydd: The worst songs always stick in your head
MoonGoon: Oh, yeah... "yummy yummy yummy", for one...
Dexter Fong: Ken: Better than having America's Horse with no name
Dr. Headphones: llan: this is a step up. earlier today it was credence going "suzy-q"
Elayne: I'm not sure what my drug of choice will be for the Blogathon. I'm thinking of stocking up on some powerful Starbucks stuff, but coffee kinda makes my stomach hurt.
Elayne: And I haven't seen No-Doz since college.
Dr. Headphones: e: do NOT buy ephedra!
Elayne: Oh god no, ephedra's evil.
llanwydd: Coming up...Like a flower!
Dead Fred: Agree don't buy the ephedrain
Dexter Fong: E: Know any truckers?
Dr. Headphones: and her brother, zephiniah, is twice as bad
Elayne: Not unless you used to be one, Dex. :)
Dexter Fong: Matter of fact I did drive a truck briefly
Elayne: From Point A to Point B?
Dr. Headphones: b was a little rounded, as i recall, not real pointy
Dexter Fong: Short haul, haulin' shorts and quarts
Dead Fred: give me an f
Dexter Fong: F!!!!!!!!!!
Dexter Fong: or PPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Dead Fred: thank you I was out of tune
llanwydd: Gimme an omicron
C. Simril: ok, you've got an f.
Dexter Fong: Vas you drivin' or flewin'?
Dr. Headphones: oh, i thought you were starting the cheer from woodstock
BuBBaSbRaiN: Just ruined your GPA.
Dead Fred: Bowie Viodeo games ?
C. Simril: how do you feel about that?
Dexter Fong: You all know the famous Norfolk Va High cheer?
Elayne: Well, I haven't quite managed to wake up, but I'm going to go keep Robin company in the bedroom now (oo er missus), so I'll take my leave of y'all. Please come visit me (http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com) during the Blogathon on Saturday!!
Dr. Headphones: like a virgin-ia?
Dexter Fong: "We don't smoke"
C. Simril: not til you tell us
Dexter Fong: "And we dont drink"
Elayne: Sponsored by Cat Simril Ishikawa!
Dr. Headphones: nite, e, good luck
Elayne: Thanks Dr. H!
Dexter Fong: "Nor folk...Nor folk"
C. Simril: we due what we khan
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:29 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night E
Dr. Headphones: kublai or jenghiz?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:29 PM and late as usual, it's Bambi, just back from Billville."
MoonGoon: There;s neer folk like Norfolk like no folks I know...
C. Simril: i think our matron should be supported. don't you?
llanwydd: chaka
Dr. Headphones: hola, mz. bambi :)
Bambi: howdy!
Dexter Fong: ...everything about them is so nautical..
||||||||| It's 10:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uri Testakov - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: our matron= the person who set up this chat to begin with. forget how long ago but maybe, 95?
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Bambi: hey ken!
C. Simril: bam, hi-bi
Bambi: hi Dex
Dr. Headphones: tell clem he left 3 beers here, i will take good care of them for you :)
Dexter Fong depart for refill
Bambi: hey cat
Bambi: we are in michigan ... over near the eastern bay
Dr. Headphones: ok, not to the u.p. yet.
Dead Fred: hi I'm dead
Bambi :)
||||||||| BuBBaSbRaiN runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's BuBBaSbRaiN?! It's 10:32 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dead Fred: hi deadf bambi so you started this
Dr. Headphones: put up your left hand, point to the place where your index finger begins, and point at the knuckle and say "we're right here"
MoonGoon: You can't be dead... unless this is an apparition....
Dexter Fong return with fill
||||||||| Outside, the 10:32 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dr. Headphones: ah, clem.....
ah,clem: hi dear friends,
Dead Fred: well I'm Metaphysically absurd
Dexter Fong: Clem? Ah...........
llanwydd: state maintenance question
Dr. Headphones: fred: you can say THAT again
Dead Fred: That
MoonGoon: I'm ready for an apparent apertif... how 'bout a wee bit o' drambuie?
Dead Fred: again
ah,clem: yes we are alive and in MI, not to UP yet, stopped to see Dan Morgan.
Dexter Fong: DH: No, he can't ...time has moved on and everything is different
Dr. Headphones: you passed the test! now, pass this kidney stone for the final exam.....
Dexter Fong: Don't Bogart that Kidney stone
Dead Fred: but that's one big stone man
Dr. Headphones: my ex passed a kidney stone once, said if there's another one, she would consider suicde first
Dexter Fong: This must be the stone age
Dead Fred: my stones have aged
C. Simril: how goes it, ah?
Dexter Fong: Fudd's Law, Teslacles Deviant
MoonGoon: Squeeze him right there maybe he'll pass another one!
C. Simril: all ages are stoned
Dexter Fong: It's in the water
Dead Fred: that's stonedagers for ya
MoonGoon: brb... must check TNN shenanigans.
C. Simril: it's solid
Dexter Fong: Jackson
ah,clem: thanks for the hospitality, Dr. H.
Dr. Headphones: jackson pollack, a nice fish
Dexter Fong: Paints for scale?
Dr. Headphones: no problem at all, clem, any time
Dead Fred: can you tuna him
ah,clem: :)
C. Simril: charlie?
Dexter Fong: He's too fast, Turbot charged
ah,clem: Hi Bambi
Dr. Headphones: say again? my herring is impaired
Dead Fred: no the regular white stuff
C. Simril: Ab? Hambi?
Dexter Fong: HE'S TOO FAT, TURBOT CHARGED
Dexter Fong: FATSON
Dr. Headphones: YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL, I CAN SEE YOU!
C. Simril: i hear it comes in cans in this country
Dexter Fong: No you can't , my monitor is off
C. Simril: the doctor is on?
Dead Fred: we use glaciers
Dr. Headphones: we're all being monitored
llanwydd: what, turbo or tuna
C. Simril: the lizard is off?
Dexter Fong: CAT: Which country?
ah,clem: you are fading, Merl
||||||||| Outside, the 10:39 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Bambino coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
C. Simril: Whith country
Bambino: hi again :)
Dr. Headphones: armenia
C. Simril: Whitch
Dave: I keep my monitor off all the time
C. Simril: as in blair, burned,
Dead Fred: Georgea
Dexter Fong: Country of the WHith or Swiss as we know them today
Bambino: I was not able to get a good connection last time
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: your monitor likes to get off?
llanwydd: bombino is coffee in a dowd of clust
Bambino: /nick Bambi
Dr. Headphones: i thought maybe it was the ghost of babe ruth there for a second
||||||||| Bambino rushes off, saying "10:40 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bambi into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:40 PM, then departs.
C. Simril: means many more monitors, dave
Dr. Headphones: ah, an irc regular :)
ah,clem: wb
Bambi: back again with my normal nick now
Bambi: hi ah,clem
ah,clem: what happened?
C. Simril: oh nicki nicki nickee
Bambi: had a great time in southern michigan ken :)
Dead Fred: the lights went out
Bambi: don't know ... wireless was being intermittent
MoonGoon: back again.... still no joy, and no happy either. Oi chihuahua!
Bambi: power is fluctuating somewhat
Dexter Fong: The music swelled and so did the teenagers
C. Simril: out where an indians your frined
ah,clem: you are on laptop, Bambi?
Dr. Headphones: wireless? listen carefully, you might hear the dempsey fight
Bambi: I was ... I lost connection here in chat
Bambi: right after I signed in
C. Simril: yesterdasy's news
Bambi: so went to a wired computer
Dexter Fong: She's wired
ah,clem: ok, is doing ok here
Dead Fred: my computers wired
C. Simril: great piece on austin's tales of the old detective cassettes, from lodeston, i hope
Dr. Headphones: will the mystery guest sign in please......arlene, you may question first.
Bambi: glad to hear it
C. Simril: you turn on the radio and you get only old news
C. Simril: like ubiq, if you know the book
Bambi: ken ... the roads you suggested worked great for getting up here
Dr. Headphones: everything is history unless it hasn't happened yet
Dr. Headphones: good, bambi. no distance saved, just better road
Bambi: (since I was driving was very greatful :)
Bambi: grateful too
C. Simril: spoil the road, spare the child
Dexter Fong: Cross in the middle, you'll never piddle
C. Simril: do you have a summer vacation , dave or are you working at the station?
Dr. Headphones: i will return in a few. 1/4 canteloupe calling my name in the kitchen :)
Bambi: certainly worked out better for us not to come up 75 ... don was trying to get here and turned back after hours of delays
Dexter Fong: Dave: Psst! You're on the air
Bambi :)
MoonGoon: beer before wine, everything's fryin'
C. Simril: what are you doing this weekend on radio, ah?
C. Simril: or are you stuck in a mobius strip black hole?
ah,clem: not sure,I should be in Marquette by then, and lie in the studio,
C. Simril: on the ayrie?
Bambi: ah,clem will be working on that when we get to marquette tomorrow :)
Bambi: live even
C. Simril: no truth aloud?
ah,clem: live in te studio
Dave: I am supposed to be working at the station, let's just say my employer isn't keeping up her end very well
C. Simril: welcome to the world of work, dave
Bambi: hey doctec ... good to see you made it
Dexter Fong: Dave: Get her an ass=trust
C. Simril: the really good ones are so rare you can reverently tell your grandchildren about them in detail
Dexter Fong: truss
ah,clem: I will try to air somethng nice, Cat
C. Simril: do your best, ah
Dexter Fong: Had a very interesting and delightful musical experience this past week end
Bambi: brb ...
MoonGoon: OK i'll bite... what was it?
ah,clem: I have a cd of "how can you be..." thanks to Dr. H.
C. Simril: inspire elayne in her blogathon
ah,clem: miht play that.
C. Simril: what is reality?
Dead Fred: Bombom
Dexter Fong: Was on Shelter Island where Itzak Perlman has his summer school for 50 kids from all over the world who are incredible gifted
llanwydd: amucical experionce. let's hear
Merlyn: did you bring them presents?
C. Simril: doing iraq immitations, dead?
Dead Fred: I R A Q
Dexter Fong: Saw kids of ten and 12 playingShostakovich, and Bruch, and Debussy and Beethoven, and just having a ball doing it
C. Simril: pick a bale o' pearls
Dead Fred: and some times a Z
MoonGoon: He's always been great with the kids.... were you a parent or just in the vicinity?
C. Simril: think of the balls you'll have
Dr. Headphones: the canteloupe was tasty :) i'm back
MoonGoon: Can't elope... already married.
Dexter Fong: Visiting Moon: He's managed to give those kids his sense of fun and enjoyment of music
C. Simril: i bet she was, head
Bambi: back now
ah,clem: wb Dr.
llanwydd: sounds wonderful except I can't stand solo violin
C. Simril: front later?
Bambi: wb ken
MoonGoon: Can't get that from Limp Bizkit...
llanwydd: makes me want to beat my head against a wall
C. Simril: yates can't make it so we get wb ken?
Dexter Fong: $ Kids played a movement of a Shostakovich String quartet, very dissonant and highly rhythmical and those kids were rockin'! =))
Dead Fred: a stone wall
Dr. Headphones: i never heard "shostakovich" and "rockin" in the same sentence before
C. Simril: a Stoned....wall
MoonGoon: Shost. has a weird streak in him a mile wide but somehow it sounds good.
llanwydd: as long as they all played together
Dead Fred: a stoned wall of silence yes yes
ah,clem: Stoned on a wall?
llanwydd: and didn't force any screeching sounds on anyone
Dr. Headphones: "bring down that wall!"
Dead Fred: tear down the ball
Dr. Headphones: "if you don't eat your meat, you can't elope"
llanwydd: can't stand Brahms Violin Concerto, great as it is
Dead Fred: but I don't want cantilope miss Prescy
ah,clem: need beer, BRB
C. Simril: we can't elope. our parents won't let us
Bambi: if you enjoy Rock & Roll Oldies ...MIBN1's (Dan's stream): http://mibn1.com has many R&R oldies, country oldies, etc.
Dr. Headphones: you can piss right in the stream, bambi
Dead Fred: my lettuce won't letus
C. Simril: and that's important
Bambi: Dan is our ISP (POP4.NET)
Dead Fred: true very
Bambi: LOL
Dexter Fong: Ken: With full orchestra, waiting for Perlman to come out to conduct, they started a Version of Keith Jarretts Fort Yawah
Dr. Headphones: aha! the case of the missing isp is solved. chalk one up for hemlock stones. (or is that white powder something else entirely?)
llanwydd: not too familiar with Jarrett
Dr. Headphones: llan: improvisational pianist, jazz
C. Simril: vicne guaraldi was the best musician i ever heard and jarrett an accurate disciple
Bambi :)
Dead Fred: very good pianist
Dexter Fong: Il: Understand, point is they (kids) don't have a lotta preconceptions about what they should play
C. Simril: vince not really improvisational but they explored similiar tonal universes
Dr. Headphones: dex: as long as they don't do rap!
MoonGoon: The kids knew that going in? gorsh, I feel inadequate already?
C. Simril: nothing wrong with rap. nothing wrong with any musical form
llanwydd: Actually I'm happy to hear that kids are getting into good music
Dr. Headphones: cat: nothing wrong with it as long as it's not on my radio....
Dexter Fong: Cat: Comparing Vince to Keith is one thing, but there *IS* something wrong with rap
C. Simril: not my point, kend
C. Simril: my parents felt that when i listend to rock in the car with them
Dr. Headphones: rap just isn't for me. i won't censor those who do want it, i just don't want to hear it
Dead Fred: I agree with you CS but don't care for Wrap
llanwydd: but I still can't stand screechy solo violin
Dr. Headphones: i know, it's a generational thing, and i'm past 50, so i don't "get it"
C. Simril: my father asked, with utter bewilderment, if i liked that music, when we were driving somewhere in about 1958
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dave: the music I consider good people don't listen to anymore, it's not mainstream
Dr. Headphones: catherwood is on speed again
ah,clem: back now
Bambi: rap isn't my kind of thing at all ... and as long as they don't blast it with 100 watt speakers and subwoofers from their cars while waiting for the ferry, etc. ... others can listen to what they want LOL
Bambi: feel sorry for their ear drums though
C. Simril: all of us like what we like. no one else is us
ah,clem: no rap for me
MoonGoon: It is a bit intrusive, eh wot?
Dr. Headphones: cat: thank grid for that!
llanwydd: rap is the bottom of the barrel
C. Simril: i ilved in japan for a long time and their music is so bad it made me want to cut off my ears
C. Simril: no wonder they paid so much for van gough paintings
Dexter Fong: Tap is the top of the barrel
MoonGoon: All pretty derivative and simplistic when compared to the classics.
Dr. Headphones: clem: suggestion for your show this week--take it or leave it. all short stuff, like dear friends, give us a break, etc.
ah,clem: :)
C. Simril: but fuck the what could i do about it? they all loved it and i needed to make a living, live with relatives et al
Dead Fred: faucets
llanwydd: LOL dex!
C. Simril: faux sets
Dexter Fong: Let's have a drink, 'urricane style
C. Simril: good idea, kend
Dr. Headphones: one jehovah's witness talking to another: "is that all you think about? sects, sects, sects....."
Dead Fred: LOL
C. Simril: good one, kend
Dexter Fong: One praying mantis to another, "Is that all you think about, insects, insects, insects
MoonGoon: Large swig followed by large spew?
Dr. Headphones: dex: i never think after she's bitten my head off
C. Simril: arent those supreme court justices dead yet?
llanwydd: sectarian turmoil
ah,clem: send an email with a proposed playlist to fill 2 hours, Ken, and I will use at least some of it.
Dexter Fong: Moon: Large swig followed by small frigate
Merlyn: smite them judges
Dr. Headphones: oh my, you're put me on the spot now! i will work on it tomorrow morning, send to you
ah,clem: LOL
Dexter Fong: A Papal edict from Merlyn
Bambi: there ya go :)
Dr. Headphones: i haven't structured a program since my radio daze
Bambi: after all the driving that would be fun :)
ah,clem: no spot, I can do it.
C. Simril: and you're still dazed
C. Simril: run, spot, run
Dr. Headphones: i never leave it, cat
MoonGoon: brb... what will TNN do now, I wonder... evening news for men?
ah,clem: we are always dazed. That makes it worth it.
C. Simril: yeah, do some of the commercials from radio now, new albums
llanwydd: how many FS guys are lurking?
Dave: yeah Ken and your radio days were a hell of a lot cooler than the ones we have now
C. Simril: all and none, ll
llanwydd: I always miss them
Dr. Headphones: dave: i used to have a lot of fun on the air. especially when i knew the boss was not listening
Dexter Fong: Il: We all miss them but we soldier on
Merlyn: moongoon, I think R&S is in half an hour yet
Dave: good times Ken, have any transcripts?
Dr. Headphones: no, i wish i had an aircheck from then. the last i heard, they were still using my voice on the "if this had been an actual emergency...." tape
Dexter Fong: Yeah: KEn, you got any of those old aluminum 16 inch transcription discs from way back then?
Dr. Headphones: alas, no royalties for this commoner
Dave: that's cool
Dr. Headphones: i used to play entire sides of firesign on sunday nights, almost like clem's previous incarnation :)
Bambi: there are some cool old air checks (free downloads) on http://www.maskmusic.com on the Other page
Dr. Headphones: of course, they only had about 5 albums out then, so that quit rather quickly
Dexter Fong: Ken: YOu mean you'd leave the audience hanging after just the first part of dwarf?
C. Simril: ive done that
Dr. Headphones: hanging? no way! i used a firing squad
Dexter Fong: Cruel
Dexter Fong: and unusua
Dexter Fong: l
Dead Fred: Two
Dexter Fong: Free
Dead Fred: floor
Merlyn: V
Dexter Fong: Jive
C. Simril: crying of lot 49
Dexter Fong: Victory Jive
Dave: what the hell was all that guys, ver yweird sounding
Dead Fred: don'give me that six
C. Simril: jives for Victory, jives for the Dead
Dexter Fong: Have a 7-Up
MoonGoon: 99 tears that I cried over you
Dead Fred: got any jives man
C. Simril: and an 8 down
Dr. Headphones: i've got 5 down
Dr. Headphones: and 3 to go
Dexter Fong: What happened to 8, I'm not taling about hate
C. Simril: thank grid
Dexter Fong: Whatta blast off
C. Simril: and one is nothing
Dead Fred: Nieghn
Dr. Headphones: dex: are you jesse jackson in dis-guys?
C. Simril: no, dose guys
Dead Fred: dis guys jackson
Dexter Fong: Dis guys in love, in love with the rainbow
C. Simril: connctions
C. Simril: the kermit, the cupid and mi
Dexter Fong: Con neck shuns guillotine
Dead Fred: Tents for modesty tents for the day
Dexter Fong: Those tents are past
C. Simril: con ed cons fed
Dr. Headphones: anyone bought their souvenir deck of cards with uday and qusai's pics complete with bullet holes and blood?
Dexter Fong: I've got one of their fingers.... a relic
Bambi: apparently you can print them for free on a the gov site
Dead Fred: don't pass my tent it's got flies
C. Simril: are lick?
Dr. Headphones: yeah, i want a full color pic of *them* on my wall!
MoonGoon: uday... ebay... qusay... c'est que c'est?
Dexter Fong: Right next to Brittany
C. Simril: normandie cidre for me
Dr. Headphones: no brittany for me, more of a normandy person
Dave: think I'll get off for now, might be on later
Dead Fred: and the burning spears
Dr. Headphones: later, dave, take care
Dave: if not, then bye folks
Dexter Fong: See yah dave
||||||||| Dave departs at 11:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: bye dave
C. Simril: off goes dave
Dexter Fong: Merl: How come Doct hasn't been reaped
Dead Fred: to the land of snails and adventure
Dr. Headphones: he's here with doct tape
C. Simril: tech?
Bambi: The entire deck can be printed here: http://www.defenselink.mil/news/Apr2003/pipc10042003.html
Dead Fred: watson?
C. Simril: dreck?
C. Simril: no, daughter
Merlyn: doc is still connected, he just hasn't said anything for a while.
Dexter Fong: Weltschmertz?
Dexter Fong: M: He's ben away a loooong time
Dead Fred: what smootz
Dr. Headphones: bambi: i got spam ad for american version of that deck, with barbra streisand, hillary clinton, etc.
Merlyn: as long as he's still got a window open that refreshes the text, the reaper will ignore him
Dr. Headphones: merlyn: i'll remember that when i'm dying, leave window open, beat the reaper!
Dexter Fong: Humph: And I still get dematerialized =)
Bambi: I got several spams about buying a deck of the ones you can print for free on that site ... haven't gotten that american version ... not that I'd want it either :)
Dexter Fong: Ken: And don't forget the garlic
Merlyn: he's refreshing every 8 seconds or so
Dr. Headphones: i use my normal deck of cards. got my butt beat at canasta last night by two women.
Dead Fred: pass the garlic it's easier than the stones
Bambi: LOL
Merlyn: all hands on deck
Dexter Fong: My hearts meld for you Ken
MoonGoon: The American plan... reduce your enemies to icons on a deck of cards. What happened to the good old bad days?
Dr. Headphones: i took it in stride
Dexter Fong: Moon: Right..hand illustrated broad sheets
Dr. Headphones: moon: better than being on a poster on a corral in the old west, i guess
Dr. Headphones: dex: no broad on my sheets for WAY too long.....
Merlyn: actually, in WWII they printed decks with things like friendly & enemy planes so the troops would memorize them.
Bambi: flash cards work for many things as learning aids
Dexter Fong: Ken: Your hand seems to illustrate that point
MoonGoon: Ship silos too...
Dead Fred: shipping silos that has to be tough
MoonGoon: Now it's the Flash version of the Iraqi card deck...
Dexter Fong: Flash Cards + Now you see his pants, now you dont
Merlyn: WWII spotter deck repros: http://www.museumofflightstore.org/wwispotcar.html
Bambi: used them for the kids to learn many things including the names and the image of dinosaurs, etc.
Dexter Fong: ...and demons too
Dead Fred: losing in extra innings again crap
C. Simril: at least my team's still tied in the 11th
Bambi: bummer DF
Dexter Fong: Well, it's toad away time...Cat: Please email me again later all
C. Simril: ok dex
Bambi: night dex ... have a good one
Dead Fred: see ya DF
Dexter Fong: Night DFs
Dr. Headphones: g'nite, dex
Merlyn: nite dex
Dead Fred: what team cat
Dr. Headphones: i've got the hot water dripping ever so slowly through the imported brown granules...making that delicious cuppa kawfee :)
C. Simril: blue jays
Dead Fred: me too
Bambi: yummmm ... good coffee :)
C. Simril: wow
Dr. Headphones: even if it is folgers, it's still good to the last drop
Dead Fred: Im in to
Bambi: how true, how true :)
MoonGoon: Can't have java at this hour... I'd be tossing and turning all night. But it DOES smell good
Dr. Headphones: moon: caffeine has never bothered me, but i do have to get up and get rid of it in the night
Dead Fred: sox are winning
Dr. Headphones: and shoes are losing?
Dead Fred: the shoes always end up on the bottom
Merlyn: the shoe is MISSING!
Dr. Headphones: lol!
MoonGoon: All this beisbol stuff is lost on me... I'm a futbol phan.
Dead Fred: shooo shoe
Dr. Headphones: i thought the yolk was missing
Merlyn: strike two to the shoe
Bambi: the case of the missing shoe
C. Simril: the big hurt just hurt us
Merlyn: missed again! strike three, the shoe is off!
C. Simril: foot?
Dead Fred: big time
C. Simril: where are you, dead?
Dr. Headphones: PM is big time, am is little time
C. Simril: everyone's been asking that for 30,000 years
Dead Fred: swing and miss swing and miss swing and miss and then your out
Dead Fred: Toronto
Merlyn: Now he's made the big time in the USA
C. Simril: i'm on the coast
Dead Fred: west?
C. Simril: north van
Merlyn: roller?
ah,clem: for a snap of me chatting tonight - http://www.jim-fran.com/jimmylee/snapshot.jpg (silly pic)
MoonGoon: Say, have you heard anything about the fast ferry from Rochester NY (my stomping grounds) and TO?
Merlyn: you chat without your lips moving
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ah,clem: I move fingers
Dead Fred: lipless
Bambi: Cool :)
Dr. Headphones: clem: you've got funny square pupils in your eyes. genetic disease?
Bambi: called a mustache :)
C. Simril: to other parts of the body, ah?
C. Simril: livers with suddenly new capabilities?
ah,clem: no, I have a monito
ah,clem: monitor
Merlyn: new capilaries
Dead Fred: lizard
ah,clem: reflection
Merlyn: it's a long way to new capillaries
Dr. Headphones: a monitor lizard? spit it out, dear friend!
C. Simril: i bet a monitor would not want to have you
Dr. Headphones: oh, fred, you beat me to it
ah,clem: LOL
Bambi: see what you mean though ... rectangles in th glasses reminds me of the way they do eyes in anime
Dead Fred: but but but
Dr. Headphones: is a monitor one and a duitor two?
C. Simril: OLy Oly oxen free
Dead Fred: it's good coffeeeee
C. Simril: ersatz brothers
Dr. Headphones: the only brand i'll drink, cat
MoonGoon: Well, the aussies are building us a boat to go between the States and Toronto... good way to get to our fab finger lakes.
Dead Fred: more cofffeeeee
C. Simril: i dont drink cats
Dead Fred: warden
C. Simril: uff, uff and away, with my beautiful lagoon!
Dr. Headphones: there's a dead cat in every bar
C. Simril: no bars for this non-dead cat
Dead Fred: theres a dead bar in every cat
ah,clem: BRB
Dr. Headphones: that first cup tastes the best. almost like lighting a joint--the first toke is the best
C. Simril: yes i felt the same way about tea, from 1960-85
Dead Fred: well there all good but the one in your mouths the best
Dr. Headphones: alas, no joints here, except a couple elbows, knees, etc.
Merlyn: the koala teas of mercy are not strained
Dead Fred: lol
Dr. Headphones: lol, merl!
Merlyn: from dave romm, an old shockwave show
Dr. Headphones: i'll read your eucalyptus leaves in a minute
MoonGoon: brb... once more onto the beach..
Dead Fred: ukiah liptus?
Merlyn: eucalypton tea?
C. Simril: a mine of humour, merl
Dead Fred: lipton tea? speak up son I cant see you
Bambi: green tea ... very good
Dr. Headphones: i love those tiny little tea leaves.....
Dead Fred: lived in duncan for a bit as a kid
Dr. Headphones: bambi: that's the only type i drink.
Dead Fred: nice weather
Dr. Headphones: or the herbal stuff: jasmine, hibiscus, spearmint, etc.
Bambi: good stuff ken ... very healthy too
Dead Fred: columbian jamacan...
Dr. Headphones: i tried maté once, didn't like it
Dr. Headphones: so i guess no move to argentina for me
Dead Fred: not into sailors
C. Simril: cat eating
Dr. Headphones: my cats ate earlier :) ground turkey in gravy, they loved it
Dr. Headphones: sylvester stallone on letterman if anyone is interested. i'll have the channel turned before he gets here though
Bambi: great cats too :)
Dead Fred: cats cats everywhere cats
Dr. Headphones: bambi: they have their moments.....
Dr. Headphones: fred: there are 6 adult cats and 3 kittens living here. don't forget the dog and the ferret, too
Dead Fred: and what do you do for erxcitement
Bambi: and they are all very well behaved and have great dispositions
Dr. Headphones: for excitement, i go into a room and close them outside!
Bambi: LOL
Dr. Headphones: bambi: they kept me awake last night, the indy 500 turn four on my bed
Bambi: oh, no!
MoonGoon: OK... R&S "FireDogs 2 pt.2" is finally airing... hallelujah.
Dr. Headphones: is r&s ren and stimpy?
ah,clem: Ilove the old R&S
MoonGoon: Correct for ten points...
Dr. Headphones: alex, i'll risk it all on the daily double.
ah,clem: he's gonna shoot the works,
Dead Fred: what variety show host sang back ups on the wall
MoonGoon: Your category: Impotent Potatoes.
Dr. Headphones: no, it's not loaded, clem ;)
Dr. Headphones: my potatoes are blind, they have no eyes
Dead Fred: aye potatoes they be
C. Simril: look out for me
MoonGoon: I'd rather have brown hash than hash browns, but there you are...
Dr. Headphones: moon: either one goes well with ham-scramble
C. Simril: how now, brown out?
Dead Fred: well its hash for you
Bambi: bb in a bit
C. Simril: cc in a bot?
Dr. Headphones: one of my friends has a tupperware container in his freezer, one gram of hash is frozen inside some ice. he says eventually he will get it out and see how it is. been there for several years now
C. Simril: you don't have enough friends, head
ah,clem: it will be alittle wet.
MoonGoon: I'l bet it's just as good now as the day it went in.
Dr. Headphones: cat: but the ones i have are of such good quality it makes up for the lack of quantity
C. Simril: sounds like george tirebiter finding the long lost mescaline in his freezer
C. Simril: no, i meant some must have some unthawed hash, or at leat appreciate the idea
Dr. Headphones: clem: wrapped in foil, as all hash was, then in a tiny plastic bag, then inside the ice
Dead Fred: ah frozen hash again
ah,clem: ok, should be well preserved Dr.
Dr. Headphones: for his sake, i hope so. he really wants it to be good, but is almost afraid to try
C. Simril: you live in a land so opposed to cannabis or other inspired freedom, it is a mort sahlesque irony
ah,clem: last inspiraion fro this can....
ah,clem: from
Dr. Headphones: to and fro
C. Simril: free fry fro frum, i lower the tax on an englishman
ah,clem: refresh steals lettersI did type, not fair as I cannot type o start with
Dr. Headphones: (two and four are six)
Dead Fred: a fro?
MoonGoon: Those most virulently against it are those that have never tried it...
C. Simril: and 3 is free
C. Simril: my hair is my bizness
Dr. Headphones: fred: no hair here, so no fro
Dead Fred: froless
C. Simril: i keep getting balder every year, but it seems to take a lot of years
Dr. Headphones: fromore (that's cheese in french, isn't it?)
Dead Fred: work on it
C. Simril: fro mage
MoonGoon: fromage
Dr. Headphones: cat: i was totally bald at 22, started in high school
ah,clem: one hair at a time, Cat...
C. Simril: bald for dummies
Dr. Headphones: fromage. sil vous plait
C. Simril: you were in high school at 22?
MoonGoon: I've still got hair on my fingernails... want some?
Dr. Headphones: lol!
Dead Fred: wasnt every body
Dead Fred: Hair Hair everywhere hair
Dr. Headphones: full moon, moon?
Dead Fred: grow away
Dr. Headphones: lycanthropy for dummies
MoonGoon: Owwoooooooh!
Dead Fred: I'd like to meat his tailor
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Dave', just granted probation at 11:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dr. Headphones: i'd like to veg with his wife
Dr. Headphones: wb, dave
C. Simril: get one of your own, kend
MoonGoon: You leave my wife out of it! She's a carnivore...
ah,clem: almost a new moon, Goon...
Dave: hey there folks, long distance dating is a pain in the ass, but the meetings are worth it
C. Simril: hay daive
Dr. Headphones: cat: been there, done that
C. Simril: have you listend to any of that firesing yet, dave?
C. Simril: no, kendf. seriosly.
Dave: not yet Cat, will get to it eventually, also am trying to find a box and shit for sending that album
Dr. Headphones: i'm not sure i would get married again, might just do the "live together" thing. have to wait until my parents are gone though, that would kill them
C. Simril: meeting a long distant date, dave?
C. Simril: consider yourself lucky they die before you, kend
||||||||| It's 12:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: dex is dead? the horror
Dr. Headphones: either way it has to be bad, cat. i'm not looking forward to it at all
Dave: yes Cat, and she is blind as well
||||||||| 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..
Dr. Headphones: i told him to get the shot before he went to africa last week, but NO
C. Simril: but l.ookng backward is a limited option
C. Simril: have fun, dave. that's what lifle's for
Dr. Headphones: yes, dave, you will never pass this way again (to paraphrase an old song)
Dead Fred: CSN
MoonGoon: Ahh well, it's potato time for methinks... but his spud's for you all... nitey night!
Dr. Headphones: next time, moon
Merlyn: nite
||||||||| At 12:02 AM, MoonGoon vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dead Fred: must find a cot my self thanks folks
Dr. Headphones: nitey nite, fred
Merlyn: bye fred
Dave: just a musical digression, there will never be another voice like Sam Cooke's, sorry was just listening to him
Dr. Headphones: well, before i turn into a pumpkin in a few minutes, i will take leave of you all too. next time, dear friends :)
C. Simril: keep em frying
C. Simril: by kend
Dave: later Ken
Merlyn: breaking up now?
Dave: looks like it
Dave: s'ppose I'll get off now too
C. Simril: always a good idea, dave
Merlyn: nite...
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dead Fred - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "12:10 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
C. Simril: i hope i get the album or cd in mail soon
Dave: sorry it's taken this long Cat, the CD is made and sitting by me, the sound quality sounds like a vinyl record but the one I used is in very good condition
C. Simril: i been waiting 33 and a third years for it,, i can wait another few days i guess
C. Simril: just worried about canuck postal strike
Dave: will hopefully have it out by Monday, I've been really busy
C. Simril: you should be, dave
C. Simril: i think the busier we are doing stuff we wanna do, the happier we are, eh?
Dave: yes pretty much, if you're lucky, but you never know when the black dog will walk in
ah,clem: right, Cat
C. Simril: i havw a white dog now. never a dog lover but my wife adopted this one and i['m having the time of my life with his endless playfullness
C. Simril: happiness can ambush you, if you let it
Dave: my dog's old, and small
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr. Headphones - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
C. Simril: our 17 year old dog and 21 year old cat had to be "put down" cuz they were literally dieing before our eyes and thier organs 2 years ago
C. Simril: you are lucky you cannot see such things
C. Simril: so now we have a new dog, a year old, and will get kitten after we move in a few monthes
C. Simril: kend plays the fiddle?
Bambi: back now
C. Simril: i keep wanting to riff on that, frambi, but it gets old quickly
Bambi: LOL
Bambi: how about ... dishes done and now back at computer
Dave: I play the fiddle, and Cat, I love cats actually, i don't want a guide dog, I'm a caner, but I want a cat when I get in to college or later
Bambi: not such a good economy of words but ... :)
Bambi: our old dog was great ... and it was a great loss when he died .. we all miss him very much
Bambi: our daughter got a bit teary eyed when she saw a picture of him last summer
Bambi: funny how much our pets become a part of the family unit
Dave: I'll agree with that
ah,clem: old dogs, and children, and watermellon wine...
Bambi: that's a great song
C. Simril: oy
Dave: ah I love Tom T. I was gonna say that, you beat me to it
Bambi smiles
ah,clem: :) cool Dave
Bambi: well, after all the traveling, visiting and trying to get well ... I really need some rest ... so I am going to call it a night ... have a great week!
ah,clem: docteck is fading fast...
Bambi: night, cat, dave doctec
Dave: country music is in my blood, I swear, I was born in Texas and three months premature, so I think they injected it with all the IV's as well
ah,clem: see ya in a minute, Bambi.
Bambi: see you soon ah,clem :)
Bambi: LOL ... good one dave
Bambi: night :)
||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:31 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dave: later guys, thanks for the far out radio station,
Dave: well, s'ppose I'll really get off now
Dave: dig the jazz and soul in life and drink it up
||||||||| Dave says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dave exits at 12:33 AM.
ah,clem: I am still here for a few... I am using my isp's wireless. (in his front yard, in a motorhome.) (want to talk about bamdwidth?) he he
ah,clem: this rocks
ah,clem: (bandwidth)
ah,clem: anyway, night all, and see ya later, :)
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| C. Simril - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 12:46 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hey Clem
ah,clem: hi dex
Dexter Fong: Guess this place is getting ready to close, eh?
ah,clem: yup
Dexter Fong: See you next time =)
ah,clem: OK, night
||||||||| It's 1:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:01 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ah,clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| doctec departs at 1:23 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 2:33 AM and barney steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| barney - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| 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:
ah,clem
Bad Bozo
Bambi
Bambino
BuBBaSbRaiN
C. Simril
Dave!
Dave
Dead Fred
Dexter Fong
doctec
Dr. Headphones
Elayne
Freq Man
klokwkdoggerality-ski
llanwydd
Merlyn
MoonGoon
Uri Testakov
Wrong-Way otømamäY
yaW-gnorW Yämamøto
 URL References:
http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com
http://mibn1.com
http://www.defenselink.mil/news/Apr2003/pipc10042003.html
http://www.jim-fran.com/jimmylee/snapshot.jpg
http://www.maskmusic.com
http://www.museumofflightstore.org/wwispotcar.html
http://www.thescotsman.co.uk/international.cfm?id=792292003


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