A Firesign Chat for Mar 14, 2013 [9 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 9]
HTML version at
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20130314.html

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for March 14, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 7:47 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:30 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| DJTween leaves to catch the 8:37 PM train to Austin.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DJTween into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:40 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - The Grateful Dead - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:53 PM and late as usual, it's jeffromohio, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: Evenin' Jeff
||||||||| "8:56 PM? I'm late!" exclaims jeffromohio, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Catherwood leads jeffromohio into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:56 PM, then departs.
||||||||| jeffromohio says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, jeffromohio exits at 8:58 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with jeffromohio close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 14, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Principalpoop bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: You found quite a revolving door there, Jeff
||||||||| Catherwood ushers WhatsaChatname in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: what?
jeffromohio: this is my first chat. give me the grape.
DJTween: Hey P
Principalpoop: mine mine mine, the grape is mine hahahaha
Principalpoop: cough cough
jeffromohio: it took a while ti figure out how to send a message
Principalpoop: hey tween, wotsop?
DJTween: Old Same place, P
Principalpoop: welcome, we were all newbies once, found the media link at top yet?
jeffromohio: yeah
DJTween: Was downtown today during the SXSW festival. Very crowded, but great to see folks having fun
DJTween: Yosef?
Principalpoop: k3wl
Principalpoop: i used to like crowds, the navy and being overseas cured me of that
DJTween: hehe, I'll bet
Principalpoop: i need elbow room now
jeffromohio: does phil austin visit here often?
DJTween: Not much of a crowd person myself either
Principalpoop: he has recently, no telling
DJTween: Once in a while
DJTween: Maybe if we consistently get lots of people in here, they'll show up
||||||||| cs enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
jeffromohio: i've emailed him a few times, he's been very kind.
Principalpoop: hi cat
Principalpoop: i am always surprised when celebrities are normal people lol
cs: hi all
DJTween: Hey cease
Principalpoop: oh my, eykiw
Principalpoop: i want an edible steering column
cs: did you see proc's new podcast appearance?
Principalpoop: i am lagging
jeffromohio: do two half-a-grams make a hologram?
DJTween: No cease, part of the OZ feed or FST? Or new?
cs: http://carolynfoxshollywood.files.wordpress.com/2013/03/carolyn-foxs-hollywood-spotlight-156.mp3
cs: he's a guest.
Principalpoop: agnes morehead, I have seen this one
DJTween: OOPS
Principalpoop: lol
DJTween: I should have noticed the .mp3 tag :(
WhatsaChatname: Anybody know when the new items will be showing up at the Firesale Store? (Books, CD, DVD, etc.)
Principalpoop: they people who would know are not here yet
Principalpoop: cs might
Principalpoop: any news?
Principalpoop: what what what, what what?
cs: all i know is what i read on facebook
Principalpoop: hat tip to whatshisface
DJTween: Doc Technical said that they're working on a new page. Hasn't been approved and posted yet
Principalpoop: clean up armenia
Principalpoop: wow what a groove
DJTween: and apparently, Merlyn has not yet sent the notice to the general mailing list
cs: yes you got together last saturday. i was only here briefly, saw on the log that doc showed up
DJTween: I'm starting 15 minutes early now with some warm up music to give everyone a chance to connect before showtime
Principalpoop: hey, what are you guys doing in my car?
Principalpoop: funs fun, ok
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You're Not Anywhere At All - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
cs: i dont think i ever used the word groovy, but after this album i found myself saying what a groove a lot
||||||||| 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 HEMLOCK STONES falls out at 9:19 PM.
cs: somewhere i read the term originated with black american jazz musicians in paris in the 30s
Principalpoop: farout
cs: hi stones
DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones
HEMLOCK STONES: YO THERE GOOD BUDDY
HEMLOCK STONES: WAS JUST LISTENING TO THE NEWS FROM DETROIT
Principalpoop: your highness
cs: i heard this new kid, little stevie wonder really has the groove
HEMLOCK STONES: i wish you all increased grooviness
jeffromohio: hail, stones, our reigning detective.
DJTween: That little kid with the harmonica, cease?
Principalpoop: You're one of us, maybe
HEMLOCK STONES: it reigns a lot in these parts so its difficult not to become and expert
cs: yeah, i hear he's really cool
cs: odd how long that word has lasted.
HEMLOCK STONES: far out man
jeffromohio: odds balls (and bearings), but you're right
Principalpoop: satchel to page
cs: 40 no hitters. a feat unmatched in any sport
cs: imagine making 40 holes in one, for example
jeffromohio: i heard groucho was glad to be on their album cover

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 9]
cs: did proc mention that?
cs: i was happy to learn of john lennon's wearing a firesign badge in some photo
HEMLOCK STONES: how may holes do we really need
jeffromohio: i think i read it somewhere -- or the duck came down and told me
HEMLOCK STONES: quack the duck
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
jeffromohio: i say, a hole for every ass -- or mule, or assorted beast of burden. or eric burdon, for that matter
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Merlyn: I'll send something out
DJTween: Guess you didn't get a chance to send out the notice, eh?
jeffromohio: should we duck?
Principalpoop: oh heavenly grid
cs: pluck the duck, what do i have to lose?
jeffromohio: i'll go about 15 pounds, it's been too cold to exercise
DJTween: As we talked about, I am starting the feed 15 minutes early so folks can have a chance to join the feed before the show starts. You can send out a notice at 7:45 from now on if you want
||||||||| "9:32 PM? 9:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "buyertiter should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as buyertiter enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Principalpoop: fabulous lids
cs: eyeballs not bad either
jeffromohio: anybody know if austin's 'c'mon, jesus' (roller maidens) was ever released as a single?
cs: ask fred.
cs: or ask phil
Rufus_T_Firetween: HCYB - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
jeffromohio: good idea. maybe he'll read this
cs: the freditor seems to be the expert on their released work
cs: not just used cars. ralph williams also sold new fords.
cs: my dad's competitor
||||||||| 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 kdraydog plummets into the garden at 9:36 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'IanFloyd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Principalpoop: he walks again, by night
jeffromohio: is there a critical mass of people at which point this webpage implodes?
kdraydog: loving this ruthlessly
cs: enter new bees
Principalpoop: this chat is ready for anything, including anchovies
cs: i think we've had a hundred here at once
||||||||| Catherwood leads Reebus Kniebus in through the front door at 9:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
kdraydog: new bees but old bees
jeffromohio: cool.
cs: i just learned worcesterhsire sauce is made of anchovies.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:37 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving albeitcrazy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| ralph spoilsport sneaks in around 9:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: don't be a don't be
||||||||| 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 Xponent falls out at 9:38 PM.
Reebus Kniebus: No anchovies? You have the wrong man!
Xponent: Hola hormigas!
Principalpoop: What cruel game was he playing?
Rufus_T_Firetween: You can purchase HCYB at - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheathowc.html
cs: hi x
Merlyn: Also, from Proctor's facebook page: http://carolynfoxrocks.com/2013/03/11/now-online-interview-with-phil-proctor-of-the-firesign-theatre/
jeffromohio: anybody ever see the daniel boone episode with phil proctor? we're going back a few decades, but ...
kdraydog: Susan Underhill!
Reebus Kniebus: shoes for industry comrades!
||||||||| Elayne tiptoes in around 9:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:39 PM and late as usual, it's Malcolm X John Lennon, just back from New York."
Principalpoop: bettyjo bilowsky
cs: hi el
Elayne: Evenin' all! Yay, the weekly email reminders are working, tons of people still here!
Principalpoop: Hey E, malcom x john lennon
Merlyn: it was a boon to his car ear
Reebus Kniebus: Welcome back - you can sit here in the waiting room or you can wait here in the sitting room
cs: they've just started pouring in, el
jeffromohio: bon, bon. he was the prince of france's chef
kdraydog: Oh Nicky Nick NickNick
Elayne: Has Catherwood started pouring as well?
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Elayne and says "Someone mention my name?"
Elayne: Catherwood, call me a cab.
||||||||| Catherwood calls Elayne a cab.
Reebus Kniebus: Tea, Madam?
Elayne: Just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table...
Principalpoop: Don't get wise with me, peeper
Reebus Kniebus: Far out Catherwood, just roll up a couple of bummers and leave them on teh side table
||||||||| Catherwood fars out just roll up a couple of bummers and leave them on teh side table.
Elayne: I'm so glad this chatroom is hopping again, we "regulars" haven't really been practicing our lines in some time, have we?
Reebus Kniebus: everyone was all over that line
jeffromohio: anybody get and of the t-shirts? i need to know how the sizes run -- or wlak, or whatever they do.
Elayne: I'm pleased that I still remember... I'm remembering it all now!
jeffromohio: sorry for the typos. bad electrons.
Principalpoop: I get confused
Elayne: T-shirts, Jeff? Whereabouts? I could use a fifth... t-shirt...
Reebus Kniebus: ya - mee too ... old memories are coming back like a hot fist at the end of a wet kiss
ralph spoilsport: here in the city of Emphysema
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'gosh', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:43 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
kdraydog: oooh, cornstarch coming!
Principalpoop: Snowing in Santa Barbara since the top of the page
Elayne: Evenin' Gosh!
jeffromohio: the website sells t-shirts. i want a nick danger and commie martyrs
Elayne: Oh hey, I forgot to turn on the Tween radio, hang on...
cs: a fifth of t-shirts? i didnt know they came in bottles in your country.
cs: i love the sound of goat hooves walking by there
Elayne: In this country it comes mostly in powder form, Cat...
Reebus Kniebus: get me out of these wet clothes and into a good belt of scotch
Principalpoop: lets hang on to what we've got, doodle doo doo doo
gosh: good evening or is it morning where I am.....stay tuned
Elayne: Ah, side 2. Ah well, it's been awhile since I heard Nick Danger...
Elayne: Gosh, if we stand you on your head, you'll see that it's morning.
Principalpoop: the flimsy burnoose
gosh: third eye
kdraydog: we can't talk here
gosh: but lets not get a head of ourselves
Principalpoop: the birdseye lowdown on the this caper
DJTween: Unless someone has a better idea, after HCYB I'm going to play the Peter Bergman Tribute which was just posted at Radio Free Oz

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 9]
Elayne: Kdray, that's one of my favorite bits...
Principalpoop: what?
kdraydog: ah, putting on the dog
gosh: there she lay spread eagle
DJTween: Since last Saturday was the 1 year anniversary of his demise
Principalpoop: what about your butler?
Reebus Kniebus: last tiem we listened to the guys was in college ... now about ready to retire and cut the soles off my shoes, sit in a tree and learn to play the flute!
kdraydog: Elayne, me too..
cs: good idea, tween
gosh: no shoes
DJTween: sounds like a plan :)
||||||||| 9:48 PM -- jeffromohio left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
kdraydog: amscray usterbay
Reebus Kniebus: Last Saturday was one year. I don't think I've been affected by the passing of a formative figure my my life as much as I was by Peter Bergman and Doc Watson.
Principalpoop: start with your dreadful secret
HEMLOCK STONES: america souded like a plan in the beginning but no one had thought things through it seemed
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:49 PM and Anus_Buttwhumper bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:49 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: good anus, you make me itch
gosh: I don't recall how the bit concerning we are bozos on this bus went
DJTween: Interesting you should mention, Stones, since I just checked the HBO miniseries John Adams out of the library
Principalpoop: now we are out of your evil clutches
Reebus Kniebus: I loved the bit David Aussman di in "Bozos" - "High Voltage Robots get it together!!!"
DJTween: In fact, they had some very good ideas, but they knew that it would take a vigilant citizenship to make it work. Didn't happen
cs: proc mentioned a new hbo show about the stones today
Reebus Kniebus: "But sealed to the back of theis metal mother . . ." - LMAO
cs: said he was hangingout with jagger in the time period of the show
Merlyn: a new hobo show?
Merlyn: about the stones?
DJTween: I suspect that before long people will remember the reasons they wrote those words so long ago.
Merlyn: like the old stone soup scam?
HEMLOCK STONES: has anyone picked up on the tv series Person of Interest yet
||||||||| "9:53 PM? 9:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "George Spink should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as George Spink enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: and a mouthful of cotton candy
cs: is this your bar of soap?
Elayne: "Oh Nick, you're such a tool..." Heh
DJTween: Stone Soup is a great old children's story
Principalpoop: Yes E, classic
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| IanFloyd - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| buyertiter - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
kdraydog: drunken madman
WhatsaChatname: Bottles?
George Spink: Bartender, can I get some cervix?
cs: i wonder if that's still on proctor's business card.
cs: sorry, we don't serve ix's here
EWeston: How does he make his voice do that?
DJTween: "More holes in it than the Albert Hall" - another Beatles reference
kdraydog: wah dadoo dah
Principalpoop: now they know how many holes it takes to fill it
cs: i think proc gave a list of all the beatles refs in this in an early planet
||||||||| 9:57 PM: Biff jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
George Spink: Sorry I ixed.
cs: maybe as many beatles refs as there are people on chat now
Principalpoop: give spink a cervix catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets spink a cervix.
George Spink: Why thank you, Catherwood. This cervix hit the spot.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores George Spink
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:59 PM, dragging Coach Bill by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo [TM]?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
kdraydog: oh my goodness
Principalpoop: you imposter, take that
||||||||| Catherwood escorts pNose II in through the front door at 10:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cs: make it a G spot and I'll take the case
kdraydog: well this is a bit of fun
Coach Bill: anyone catch the score?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies A CHAT NAME inside, makes a note of the time (10:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Dressocide, shocking!
Principalpoop: outcast woman, living a life apart
Elayne: "This hasn't happened to me since M" :)
cs: angels 3, devils...
kdraydog: INsane
Principalpoop: ahh, i had forgotten the president, again, and we unconditionally surrender lol
Biff: unable to listen to stream on my droid. might need to put the balls on the other side
cs: Bergman was a wonderful FDR
Coach Bill: well with a little help form the sales of that devilmaster, they might have a shot
||||||||| More Sugar waltzes in at 10:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cs: think of the balls you'll have
kdraydog: the great prince issues commands
Elayne: Oh dear, I just got the "too many changes" line.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'eat it', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: you still put me through too many changes
Elayne: Because Nick had just been quoting the I Ching (Book of Changes). Duh!
cs: really a child of WW2. tried to name his daughter after Winston Churchil
kdraydog: ah!
Elayne: Wow, it's amazing that I'm still getting stuff from those records all these decades later.
Principalpoop: how much time have we got? cyrus?
kdraydog: oh goody , bergman, good thoughts always
Coach Bill: like hindsight its alwasy golden
||||||||| 10:05 PM: Drakon jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Peter Bergman Tribute 2013 - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
cs: oh tom gedwillow's piece
Principalpoop: my ears have gone dyslexic
EWeston: As Hienz and Golda Hindsight showed us
Elayne: Cat, can you translate the song Tween's playing now?
Xponent: Japanese!!
kdraydog: reverse consonants and insert vowels
DJTween: I haven't heard this before
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:07 PM, dragging Uh clem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 9]
Drakon: Boulder Colorado, THE BREATHING CENTER ? YOU REALLY SQUEEZED THE WHEEZ WITH RAM DASS ?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Zen Cosmos into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:07 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Have no idea what it's all about, just the latest post at OZ
Principalpoop: from the saxophone, I would say late 70s
cs: no.the musical theme is very familiar though. i heard variations of this thousands of times in japan.
Elayne: Can Fumiyo translate then? :) :) :)
Xponent: I'd like to give an IOU to gravity
Principalpoop: has the beat of a 80s european dance club though
cs: people sing this alot in karaoke, which unfortunately dominates japanese tv
Drakon: THAT'S JUST NOT RIGHT, A BREATH HOLD ? CHAIRMAN ARNIE ?
Elayne: I don't think she's ever been on chat, has she?
cs: she probably could. but would rather not
Zen Cosmos: the Space Needle is too short---Raise the Needle and play those 45s....
cs: no.
Elayne: Well, tell her we all say hi anyway. :)
cs: i wouldnt call her a firesign fan. she's put up with the thousands of times i've played them but it's not really a universe of humour open to her
cs: will do, el
Drakon: UNHAPPY MACNAM THANKS FOR BEING HERE WWW.BREATHINGCENTER.COM
Rufus_T_Firetween: Radio Free OZ podcasts can be found at - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Coach Bill: western fun!
Drakon: THIS RIDE IS CLOSED:-) LOVE YOU ALL :-)
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Reebus Kniebus - dead from the common cold
||||||||| gosh - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Anus_Buttwhumper - dead from pneumonia

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

cs: this is from the krla radio free oz show from 67
Principalpoop: praxis baby
cs: this is where i got into them
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:10 PM and Bunnyboy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Rufus_T_Firetween: OK, thanks Cat
More Sugar: Keep takin those reds and yellows... Bye
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
kdraydog: new to me, love it
Bunnyboy: Wherezat Shibboleth
cs: hi bun
Drakon: THAT BUNNYBOY IS BACK ?
Bunnyboy: ?!?
Zen Cosmos: ask yourself if the Science Fiction Museum should be a separate building in the shape of a Jetson's apartment building????
Rufus_T_Firetween: That wasn't in the info, and I've never heard it before
cs: i hope all these shows get released like the DOM set
Rufus_T_Firetween: Playing it blind, er deaf, as it were
Bunnyboy: Heddo.
||||||||| More Sugar departs at 10:11 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Drakon: NICE GRAPES. I GOTTA YOU, THE ELKS ARE CALLING
Principalpoop: copping out
Bunnyboy: Tippy tappin on muh phone.
Zen Cosmos: the multiverse is closed...bye, bye
Elayne: Bye Drakon!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts tge hunter inside, makes a note of the time (10:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
HEMLOCK STONES: sgreetings from honey sanchez in NM and she reminds us that its in everybodies eggs
Drakon: RAM DASS BE HERE LATER www.breathingcenter.com
DJTween: This may be various cuts, cease
EWeston: Early geoplasma experiment by god
kdraydog: i don't know why
DJTween: dunno
Principalpoop: love to honey
Elayne: I miss Honey S!!
Drakon: THANKS ELAYNE; SEE YA ON THE FUNWAY
||||||||| Zen Cosmos leaves at 10:12 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..."
DJTween waves hello to Honey, and hopes all is well
Drakon: thomas...@breathingcenter.com
||||||||| "10:13 PM? I'm late!" exclaims HEMLOCK STONES, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| "10:13 PM? 10:13 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merciful Lee Dickens should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merciful Lee Dickens enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts HEMLOCK STONES in through the front door at 10:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: I'd like to see statistics on grass increasing creativity. Besides "I just heard it from some guy..."
cs: apparently time is ending.file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/Cat/Desktop/fumiyo/%27Dark%20energy%20is%20a%20fiction%20--The%20appearance%20of%20acceleration%20is%20caused%20by%20time%20itself%20gradually%20slowing%20down%27%20%28Today%27s%20Most%20Popular%29.htm
Principalpoop: schedule 1 drug, no scientific studies allowed
Elayne: I don't like when someone starts something with "It's a known fact that..." It's like saying "I read it on the internet."

Coach Bill: like hindsight its alwasy golden

cs: no thats not how to do it.
Elayne: Cat, what did you actually mean to post?
||||||||| Coach Bill walks away to The Sitting Room.
HEMLOCK STONES: its a known fact that people start that way
cs: an article about time ending i just read.
Principalpoop: the old version of just saying
Drakon: I couldn't stay away. What is WRONG WITH ME ?
DJTween: cease or whoever, if you recognize any of this stuff, please let us kow
DJTween: *know
kdraydog: what way? the fun way
Elayne: Oh no, all that Sean Carroll stuff is over my head, and I subscribe to his blog
cs: The Daily Galaxy

Drakon: too may happy memories. Thank you Firesign Lads....
Principalpoop: om om on the range
Elayne: Cat, is it like this one?: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2160625/Our-time-really-running-Scientists-forward-theory-suggesting-universe-grind-halt.html
Drakon: am I really sitting on a mountaintop above Boulder with a wooden duck on my head ?
Drakon: Om mani padme hung
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:17 PM and residualecho bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: yes only i read it elsewhere. if true, it'll get more attention.
residualecho: Paramahansa Yogananda Parlez Vous?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Lynn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:17 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
kdraydog: the fourth lotus position, ow
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Hemlock_Stones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Drakon: wa diddle dee Karmpa Chen No :-) Better go before I get thrown out
Principalpoop: you like that stuff? http://phys.org/news/2013-03-feynman-double-slit-brought-life.html
cs: more stones? keep rolling
Drakon: Now we will see Upchuck Doperraa do the Hula :-)
EWeston: never during the mating season
Drakon: " I

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 9]
residualecho: Watch out for those double slits. They'll wanna give you two sleeve jobs, as if it were a double album
Drakon: Whats that Blue Monkey's name that runs around with Krishna ?
Drakon: Ram Dass has a life size one at his crib on Maui.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:19 PM and Hemlock Stones bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Drakon: Prince Aktora of the Federation just stole the duck on my head
Hemlock Stones: the had run out of grapes but at least i had a date
Drakon: That's it for me...
||||||||| "Hey George Spink!" ... George Spink turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:20 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
EWeston: Prince is on a bum trip again
||||||||| Catherwood leads viper in through the front door at 10:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, that was completely over my head.
Elayne: I love it!
Elayne: I've never heard this Pen Jillette interview about Firesign. It's wonderful, and I consider Jillette an acquired taste (even though he's a friend of a friend).
eat it: This tribute is like, mammaries and brown water!!! Frigging Awesome!!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| tge hunter - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Xponent - dead from measles
||||||||| ralph spoilsport - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Biff - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| pNose II - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| A CHAT NAME - dead from jaundice

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Bunnyboy: Shib. Bo. Leth.
Bunnyboy: Now!
Principalpoop: do it, because we are all gonna die, lordy lordy
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ElevatorDoorOpens close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Bunnyboy: Ad Libitum makes it's own saws.
kdraydog: well, 1967 after all...
Bunnyboy: DOO-dah! DOO-dah!
Bunnyboy: I was 6.
ElevatorDoorOpens: Waitng for OrSomeoneLikeHim....
Elayne: Oh dear, 10:30 already. I'd best get going, I have to get up early tomorrow. Next week, all!
||||||||| At 10:29 PM, Elayne rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
kdraydog: Green Acres is the place to be
cs: your a decade younger than me, bun
Principalpoop: night E
||||||||| Catherwood escorts joe beets into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:29 PM, then departs.
cs: by el
Bunnyboy: Nite el!
kdraydog: only 7:30 here, apparenty I have all the time in the world
cs: bursting. what a good way to describe bergman
cs: he had a great heart too
DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
||||||||| viper dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's viper?! It's 10:32 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DJTween: Don't forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Bunnyboy: Howard Kaylan memoir, SHELL SHOCKED, mid-April.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 10:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
cs: i want to read that, bun
DJTween: I knew after Bergman's comment about Peppermint this song had to come up :)
cs: i was at the la show that became the billy the mt. album
kdraydog: incense and peppermints, ooh
cs: i'm interested in his memories of that
ElevatorDoorOpens: Brings back vague memories. I think....
Principalpoop: and grace
cs: peppermint patty?
DJTween: Very nice tribute to Peter and his times
kdraydog: something happening here
Principalpoop: what it is ain't exactly clear
ElevatorDoorOpens: Ah, the national anthem of Paranoia
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'starbrander', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:34 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
EWeston: No Eve of Destruction?
kdraydog: giant toad supermarket! yay!
Bunnyboy: There's a man with some gum, over there...
Principalpoop: i thought it was GFR paranoia
cs: isnt this song from still's being at the same riot that proc was knocked on his ass and discovered he was sitting on bergman's face in the la free press
eat it: ...only one tub per family...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:35 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving bix313 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Ray Cathode inside, makes a note of the time (10:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: sandoz legal, oh my
||||||||| brockman steals in around 10:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Bunnyboy: Peppermint is stuck in my hair...
kdraydog: caloqium, calockweeum
kdraydog: oh the Leary and the Ginsberg
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Nyekye', just granted probation at 10:39 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Lard Billifaunt inside, makes a note of the time (10:39 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Runswithvoles', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:39 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Drakon - dead from the common cold
||||||||| HEMLOCK STONES - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Hemlock_Stones - dead from Globner's disease

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

residualecho: I've seen the best minds of my generation...oh wait a minute. It may have all been a meaningless hallucination.
||||||||| starbrander rushes off, saying "10:40 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood leads starbrander inside, makes a note of the time (10:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
residualecho: Starving for some hysterical nudity
ElevatorDoorOpens: (I didn't know diddling could be deadly...)
ElevatorDoorOpens: ..or fiddling...
Lard Billifaunt: Has anybody seen my watch?
kdraydog: i remember castenada, vaguely
Runswithvoles: Get your hands off me!
Lard Billifaunt: Oh! There it is! Funny...it used to be on the other wrist.
DJTween: This is _great_ :-)
EWeston: Put them on me Johnny
ElevatorDoorOpens: Dada-istic revisionism
Lard Billifaunt: Time for me to return. This has been fun, chaps! We must again!
Bunnyboy: Yyyyesss!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'DadSir2U', just granted probation at 10:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| "I'm going to The Portrait Gallery" says starbrander, and leaves.
Bunnyboy: Nite elbee!

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 9]
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Sir_Sidney_Fudd close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Principalpoop: canasta or castenada

||||||||| 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 Ula disembarks at 10:45 PM.
Bunnyboy: Basket or Brisket?
Principalpoop: it sure is good to be free
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: or Carlos Casteneda
cs: Bergman played this song on his Xmas 67 rfo show.
EWeston: Toed, towed, or toad?
ElevatorDoorOpens: castanets or watches?
cs: It was introduced in that quasi-serious manner Bergman perfected
eat it: ...durn seed burnt my new shirt....
cs: He said the management of the station didnt think bergman would take xmas serious enough. so Mr. James Brown, spokesman for the station wanted to make a statement
cs: i think he perfected that in high school
ElevatorDoorOpens: All that garbage thrown at Saturn?
EWeston: Its got big shoulders.
ElevatorDoorOpens: (Those are rings, or maybe castanets...
ElevatorDoorOpens: )
eat it: ...let's eat already!!!
kdraydog: fear is where we're rich
ElevatorDoorOpens: Pizza! (A.K.A. "Vitamin "P")
EWeston: How does it hold its shirt up then?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:53 PM and Stomper dee domper pooh bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: The podcast you're listening to can be downloaded at - www.radiofreeoz.com
Stomper dee domper pooh: They near come up into the hills!
Bunnyboy: Lo SDDP!
DJTween: and like all RFO podcasts, you are charged the price of your modem time ;)
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| joe beets - dead from jaundice
||||||||| pNose II - dead from measles
||||||||| Ray Cathode - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| brockman - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Nyekye - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Lard Billifaunt - dead from Globner's disease

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Bunnyboy: The pirates live in Sector Ahrrrrr...
Principalpoop: loool the chinese had invaded his school lool
cs: lol bun
cs: this is what pete sounded like in high school
kdraydog: he was on point
Stomper dee domper pooh: Geeus Principalpoop are we in history already?
Principalpoop: wow
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:56 PM, dragging Beet by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
eat it: ...he was sooo ahead of his time...
Bunnyboy: (chants) No more Chinese food 'til all Chinese have food!
Stomper dee domper pooh: I can vouch for any yahoo in this sector.
cs: this is 57 years old.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Sparky H', just granted probation at 10:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Soylent Green ... it's ... Chinese?
Stomper dee domper pooh: Only if its Soylent RED.
eat it: ...and if the world was flat, all the Chinese would fall off...
kdraydog: 57?, but that's me...
Stomper dee domper pooh: I remeber mother Life with Father
Bunnyboy: Did anybody see the latest (non-FST) BearManor titles?
cs: no
cs: nobody saw em, bun.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Edmund Edmund into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:00 PM, then departs.
Bunnyboy: 3 volumes of OTR chronological scheduling listings.
eat it: ...must retire for the nite...'have an early funeral to do in the morning...nitey nite.
Stomper dee domper pooh: Fun is always excussed
EWeston: We owe yah Peter
eat it: thanx...fine job.
DadSir2U: nice job indeed
DJTween: Remember to help Peter Bergman's daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund
kdraydog: thanks, tweeny
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
Stomper dee domper pooh: Long live the Burgman Al Hail the Chief
Merlyn: thanks tweeny, keep em flying
cs: indeed
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:03 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTween: My pleasure, folks
cs: "the" dwarf?
Principalpoop: thanks tween, night all, gg
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:04 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Principalpoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
kdraydog: what I need and how
||||||||| At 11:05 PM, Merciful Lee Dickens vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
cs: they come, they go
||||||||| ge||ge tiptoes in around 11:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
cs: sometimes at the same time. welcome, ge ge
ge||ge: Just returned from a Pi Day party.
ge||ge: My PiKu for 2013 is immortalized at www.cjwyche.org/current.html
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sparky H - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Runswithvoles - dead from measles
||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| residualecho - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Lynn - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Ula - dead from pneumonia

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

cs: did it have any life?
||||||||| howdoimakemyvoicedothis sneaks in around 11:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Thanks for listening, all
ge||ge: Should I look back thru tonight's log for pope talk?
DJTween: We start at 7:45pm CST with music
howdoimakemyvoicedothis: drats!
EWeston: Chow! Unless you've already eaten.
cs: you're the first pope talker, ge
DJTween: be there or be square (or round, or whatever you like)
DJTween: Until last time, again...

[Catherwood]

[part 7 of 9]
cs: i do not eat dog
||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:11 PM.
||||||||| At 11:11 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
kdraydog: It was the best time I've had all week, thanks for letting me in
||||||||| Around 11:11 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
cs: how can we keep you out?
kdraydog: good question, bradshaw
Bunnyboy: Food I gotta do. Nitey!
ge||ge: Peeps around the fake fire were bemoaning that a pope got selected so soon.
||||||||| "11:14 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Bunnyboy, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
kdraydog: My 91 year old mom is Frances, she thinks there's a connection
cs: she'd make a good pope
cs: age is about right
DadSir2U: gnite thx
ge||ge: May be... may be. The hostess at this party works a the loonie bin down the way and she hears connections stories ALL the time!
kdraydog: she would look good in the hat
ge||ge: Do they size those hats? Or its one size fits every pope?
ge||ge: Your mom has seen quite a few popes come and go.
Stomper dee domper pooh: Frances is a nice name
kdraydog: And she has opinions on each one, I'm the last of 5 children and she'd still like to talk about birth control
ge||ge: One party goer talked about impromptu gatherings on Mt. Bonnell looking for Th'a comet.
Stomper dee domper pooh: My mother was a bozoette in High School
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "11:21 PM and late as usual, it's Hemlock Stones (The Real One!), just back from Elmertown."
Stomper dee domper pooh: More Sicence High that Is.
kdraydog: bless her heart..
ge||ge: Hee hee. My wife is the oldest of 5 Catholic children, so I've heard a lot about that.
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I just sat on my pipe!
||||||||| 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 Dexter Fong falls out at 11:22 PM.
Stomper dee domper pooh: And I'm still Hungery.
cs: hi stones
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
kdraydog: Your pipe, ow
cs: hey dex
Stomper dee domper pooh: Rocky Recoco at yourt cervics Sir.
ge||ge: Up on Mt. Bonnell the populace was repleat with comet see-ers...
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): My teeth are growing through my brain!
cs: as magritte would say, this is not a pipe
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, gimme a Gooodam Highball
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and asks "Did you need me?"
ge||ge: But, No That's a plane, Honey. It's too light yet. 5 minutes later new arrivals: There it is!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): My good kdraydog: Thank you for acknowledging me though I be in disguise.
Dexter Fong: Useless clot
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| howdoimakemyvoicedothis - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from measles
||||||||| eat it - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Uh clem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Edmund Edmund - dead from the yaws

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Stomper dee domper pooh: I could use a clot
ge||ge: All those who'd been there already 10 minutes were the jaded, ol' goats, "You poor deluded newbie!"
Stomper dee domper pooh: Uh Clem is there a question?
ge||ge: Then people'd had spent the 10 minutes waiting, and would split... People to see... Things to do.
Dexter Fong: Uh Clem has been reaped
ge||ge: Its SXSW and it don't last forever.
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I must say that I do miss Peter. I can assure you that throughout the last year, God never laughed so hard.
Stomper dee domper pooh: holes to jump into
Dexter Fong: Don't forget about the breakfast
kdraydog: and God is lucky to get him
Stomper dee domper pooh: i kneW I smelt somethin
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Peter is keeping God very entertained -- so there is little possibility for a reincarnation in the immediate future. You have to go THERE to see Peter, so be good!
ge||ge: A good, savvy, wit.
Stomper dee domper pooh: God is lucky that everything he knew was wrong.
Dexter Fong: Keen sabe
cs: well put, pooh
kdraydog: God needs a good laugh
Dexter Fong: But it's always at our expense
ge||ge: A belly laugh for sure.
Stomper dee domper pooh: Agreed everyone needs a good laugh and God lesat of all.
cs: sounds like a randy newman lyric, dex
Dexter Fong: Randy has always had a keen sense of reality
||||||||| Peter Protector sashays in at 11:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
kdraydog: that's why he loves mankind
Stomper dee domper pooh: Dead Skunk layin in the middle of the raod stinkin to HIGH HEAVEN!
Dexter Fong: Hey PP
Peter Protector: And why he's locked in bed every night by armed maids.
Dexter Fong: that's armed minds, isn't it?
ge||ge: Is it tax that fine man; or find that tax man.
Stomper dee domper pooh: This keyboard needs lessons
Peter Protector: Dex! Out on the Funway!
Stomper dee domper pooh: Its the Tax man
cs: loudon wainwright! you're not playing loud enough!
Peter Protector: Not in Tudor Nightmare Village!
ge||ge: Lots of fun with your last planet.
Dexter Fong: Maybe it's armed mimes
Peter Protector: There's a seeker born every minute...
ge||ge: How come we never see fluid mimes?
Peter Protector: Armed mimes! I depreciate that!
Dexter Fong: ...and one is nothing
Peter Protector: The paradox of being Alastair Crowley, enjoying the all-night images
ge||ge: The comet must juuuust becoming visible to those in CA not next to LA.
cs: even a pair of docs couldn't save crowley
Peter Protector: Perfect view from the Hellmouth planetarium
Stomper dee domper pooh: George Leroy TireBiter
Peter Protector: So wake up, and vote for ...him! GLT
ge||ge: Is it possible to turn that Biter B into an esstzet?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts MaxNuclear in through the front door at 11:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from dengue fever

[Catherwood]

[part 8 of 9]
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) - dead from The Plague

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Peter Protector: But it's possible to order an anchovy, and hold the pizza
MaxNuclear: But they never come up to the hills.
Dexter Fong: Or to order a pizza while holding an anchovy
Peter Protector: This hasn't happened to me since 'M!
cs: anchovys don't like to hike
ge||ge: That's California for you. Anchovies a la cart.
Stomper dee domper pooh: I"M HUNGERY!
Peter Protector: A little flat thing, with EYES
MaxNuclear: I don't think they like to get eaten either.
Peter Protector: Eat or be eaten!
ge||ge: Then you should have helped out at the Pi Day party.
Dexter Fong: Well, first they prolly dont care much for being killed
kdraydog: lDoggedly happy and saying goodnite, dinnertime for me and the cat
ge||ge: I won't touch sugar for ... uh... well, until Saturday.
Dexter Fong: Night kdray
MaxNuclear: OK. Still laughing about the "Eat or be Eaten" bit
cs: by k
ge||ge: Was that cat? or chat?
Peter Protector: More sugar! Pass among them with the plates! Ah, the glories of food!
kdraydog: night night
Stomper dee domper pooh: More Science.
ge||ge: goo night.
Dexter Fong: every body must get slimed
MaxNuclear: Just wanted to say, you have made a happy camper for an old, strange person.
Peter Protector: As scary night descends, we could appreciate the wonders of nature, as stimulating as man's own achievements!
Dexter Fong: Well, let's just take a look at your new happy camper!
||||||||| At 11:45 PM, kdraydog vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Peter Protector: Do they get the set of broken mountain skis?
cs: if you weren't old and strange, you wouldn't be here
Dexter Fong: lol cat
MaxNuclear: Ask Sonny Bono.
Peter Protector: You guys are still the envy of all the German missionaries in the region
MaxNuclear: That is a relief.
cs: havent they all been mossed yet?
||||||||| 11:47 PM: Bozo Sonotroz jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Dexter Fong: I just wish they'd stop leaving Arayan Screeds on my car's windshield, I've already got Tony Alamo
ge||ge: With the happy camper you often end up in Sector R, no?
MaxNuclear: Probably listening to Gas music from Jupiter.
Peter Protector: And the Moss looks great with all that white skin and blood-red hair
Dexter Fong: Hi Bozo
cs: welcome, bus
MaxNuclear: Squeeze the wheeze.
Bozo Sonotroz: I wish I waz
Dexter Fong: In Dixie?
Bozo Sonotroz: High That is ...
Peter Protector: For that, you have to put the balls on the other side...
MaxNuclear: Selfish request for Peter to keep us laughing.
Dexter Fong: Then, go in and out like anything
Bozo Sonotroz: Those Balls will mean my future
ge||ge: But the arrow points to E.
Dexter Fong: Excellent
Dexter Fong: or is it euphoria
Peter Protector: Tom, Tom, this will mean you fortune! I guess it means 8'm out of gas, though
ge||ge: In the good book, anyway.
Peter Protector: Bigger deals to come!
Bozo Sonotroz: We never have anything spontaneous to say
MaxNuclear: I just want you all to remeber, that the Sea Monkees had nothing to do with my death.
Dexter Fong put his thumb on the line in his script
Dexter Fong: My thumb is covered with white powder
Bozo Sonotroz: All hail "Pappoon for resident of these united snakes
Peter Protector: It's the snow from the top of the page
Dexter Fong: Aw crikies! It corstarch
Dexter Fong: It's cornstarch
cs: that's better than being covered by white power
Peter Protector: But it looks great in that flimsy burnoose
Dexter Fong: Wait 'till you taste it in my saucy bernaise
MaxNuclear: A final note before I leave, thank you for the intelligent insanity. Good laughs to you all
Dexter Fong: Night Max, come again
cs: we do our best,max
Peter Protector: You brute of a killer without a conscience-- I wept with compassion
MaxNuclear: I know.
Dexter Fong: I wetted with compassion
cs: that's better than being wet with compassion.
Peter Protector: Spread-eagled on the floor!
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from intense demonic possession

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Dexter Fong: Owl-eyed with curiosity
Bozo Sonotroz: Sea ya all on the funway .. yippy tie one on
Dexter Fong: Yee and Haw Boz
cs: we tie, bozo
: +-
||||||||| Bozo Sonotroz departs at 11:56 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong -+
Peter Protector: Good night, you Bozos! See you on the Fenway--at the Blu-Kuh-Psych-a-rock rock Old Folks Dance Marathon!
||||||||| Outside, the 11:57 PM bus from Bakersfield pulls away, leaving ElevatorDoorOpens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
ge||ge: I'll throw a ball for you.
Dexter Fong: Hi EDO
||||||||| At 11:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Peter Protector!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cs: changed its name to tokyo, dex
Dexter Fong: I thought it was Constantinople
Dexter Fong: It's dam bull
ge||ge: Pax venuti nictum... and all.
cs: i should finish that vid i was making about that song
ge||ge: A gamble?
cs: utilzing a wondrous poem ossman wrote for bergman when pete was in turkey in 67
Dexter Fong: Latin for mey your cigarette bring you peace
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:59 PM and moonfarm steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.

[Catherwood]

[part 9 of 9]
cs: increasingly hard for me to finish anything that requires sustained effort
||||||||| 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..
Dexter Fong: Hi moonn
cs: are the farming the moon?
Dexter Fong: Are there cows on the moon?
ge||ge: @cs Now? or tomorrow, ya' think?
Dexter Fong: Huh?
ge||ge: Only bulls on the moon so far.
cs: not in my lifetime, ge
ge||ge: Past and future no longer mushed altogether for you, eh?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:02 AM and kdraydog waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: i remember wally moon's moonshots when the dodgers first came to la, and played in a football stadium
cs: actually time is ending, ge. see the log
ge||ge: Where at can one find the 67 turkey poem?
Dexter Fong: Did you eat the ca...did you and the cat eat kdray?
kdraydog: yes, i thought i was gone but it's so early on the pacific coast and you guys are so interesting
Dexter Fong: You were gone, real gone...but now your back...turn around
kdraydog: that is my back
Dexter Fong: ,,,and step away from the grape
ge||ge: Just tell me that it can be found, and I'll move on to computer programming like I promised myself before the Pi Day party.
cs: can't say.
cs: dont think it's on line anywhere
ge||ge: Other resource? I'm not rushing anyone.
cs: i have a film ossman made in the 80s where he reads it. i'm going to use that in my vid, but i think i have the 67 initial reading somewhere
ge||ge: A ha! You are planning the future.
kdraydog: Good! Somebodyhad to do it!
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| moonfarm - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens - dead from measles
||||||||| MaxNuclear - dead from jaundice
||||||||| WhatsaChatname - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Stomper dee domper pooh - dead from jaundice

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Dexter Fong: Yah don't see as much demonic possession as we used to
Dexter Fong: Well, it's getting late here, see y'all next week
ge||ge: At the Pi Day party my wife corrected a fellow partier when it was mentioned that Jesus was a zombie, to say he was a litch (spelling). She wouldn't elaborate.
ge||ge: I need to take her to more parties.
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:14 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Dexter Fong by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (12:14 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cs: i guess the moon farm thing didnt work out
cs: ok ge, i'll try and send it to ya tomoro.
ge||ge: Damn cows.
ge||ge: Fong gone.
cs: come again, ge
cs: i willl also depart
ge||ge: I really should go do some programming.
ge||ge: I didn't say "Long gone"
cs: may the pete be with you
ge||ge: Then... muchose dios.
kdraydog: mmm, Jesus and cows, I'll bow out for realthis time, no , really I mean it. Thanks for a great evening.
||||||||| 12:16 AM -- ge||ge left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| cs departs at 12:16 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| kdraydog says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, kdraydog exits at 12:19 AM.
||||||||| Outside, the 12:20 AM uptown bus from Portland pulls away, leaving hippychic coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Malcolm X John Lennon - dead from jaundice
||||||||| hippychic - dead from jaundice

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||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:50 AM and BadddBill waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BadddBill - dead from the fiddlers

||||||||| 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 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "2:07 AM and late as usual, it's Tripodicus, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| Tripodicus, spotting Bradshaw, runs into Public Address System.
||||||||| 2:14 AM -- Tripodicus enters. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood leads More Sugar into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 2:14 AM, then departs.
More Sugar: catherwood fetch me a drink
||||||||| Catherwood hands More Sugar some Yucatan Blue.
||||||||| At 2:16 AM, More Sugar vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bix313 - dead from measles

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tripodicus - dead from the yaws

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| "2:45 AM? 2:45 AM!!" says Catherwood, "ao should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ao enters and sits on the couch.
ao: rats, i guess this thing shuts down before i get here.
ao: Bye Ya all.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ao - 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 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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."