starring Dr. Hal !
BLACK ROCK REPORT
September 6, 2013 10:00pm
Dr. Hal returns from his 6th Summer 2013 vacation with interesting tales of camping with billionaires, douchebags and billionaire douchebags. The rest of us stayed home and worked for billionaires.
Chatroom History
September 6, 2013 10:00pm - 2:30am
BB: TALK ABOUT BIRDS (10:32pm)
Alan B: Welcome back, Dr. Hal. (10:56pm)
Alan B: Oh, and hey, Pete. (10:57pm)
Alan B: That's insane! Nobody cleans Radio Valencia. (10:58pm)
Alan B: even even odd odd (10:59pm)
Alan B: Puzz Ev is a mench. (11:00pm)
Alan B: The radio audience will provide questions via mail. (11:04pm)
Alan B: I found one behind a pay phone. (11:07pm)
Alan B: Band name: Pubic Boot (11:11pm)
Alan B: Rocnar hate Turoc! (11:12pm)
Alan B: "The matter of defining what is real %u2026 is a serious topic, even a vital topic. And in there somewhere is the other topic, the definition of the authentic human. Because the bombardment of pseudo-realities begins to produce inauthentic humans very quickly, spurious humans %u2014 as fake as the data pressing at them from all sides. %u2026 Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake realities and then sell them to other humans, turning them, eventually, into forgeries of themselves. So we wind up with fake humans inventing fake realities and then peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:18pm)
Alan B: s the data pressing at them from all sides. %u2026 Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake realities and then sell them to other humans, turning them, eventually, into forgeries of themselves. So we wind up with fake humans inventing fake realities and then peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:19pm)
Alan B: peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:19pm)
Alan B: Via Philo Drummond (11:19pm)
Alan B: Gemeinschaft Society (11:21pm)
Alan B: Coals to Newcastle (11:24pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sma1i (11:26pm)
Salvador Golly: Milwaukee sub-genius checking in (11:27pm)
Alan B: Midwest runs this shit in chat room -- Ann Arbor (11:28pm)
Salvador Golly: Have a good friend that just moved to Ann Arbor (11:30pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sndON (11:32pm)
Alan B: I hope they have a high tolerance for fakeness and boredom (11:32pm)
Alan B: Pay to Playa Play! That's why we love Pete (11:34pm)
Alan B: Detroit -- leading the nation in bum pee (11:35pm)
Salvador Golly: He works for the federal gov, so yes (11:35pm)
Alan B: He'll fit right in. For the EPA? They have a giant, walled compound on the north side. (11:36pm)
Alan B: If you sign a contract you're supposed to keep up the payments... (11:38pm)
Alan B: Good old Dr. Sal (11:40pm)
Salvador Golly: No, patent office actually (11:40pm)
Alan B: Novel! (11:41pm)
Alan B: LOL the patent office is in Detroit. (11:42pm)
Alan B: Ish kabibble! (11:43pm)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, libertarian. (11:44pm)
Alan B: even even odd odd, one of us, one of us (11:45pm)
Alan B: "Ische ga bibble?" (11:46pm)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, leg man (11:47pm)
Alan B: Band name: Irritable Gay Man (11:48pm)
Alan B: NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND (11:48pm)
Alan B: BMIR = RADIO DISNEY (11:49pm)
Salvador Golly: No the patent office is in Alexandria va. Examiners can work from home from anywhere in the 48 after about 5 years (11:50pm)
Alan B: Honest.ly, Salvador, your friend chose well. Ann Arbor is truly a nice place to raise your kids up. We do indeed have chuches, and liquor stores. (11:51pm)
Salvador Golly: He had the most comically unbearable catholic wedding. Two hours from end to end (11:54pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sqtJU (11:54pm)
Salvador Golly: And I'm pretty sure he hated most of it too O_o (11:55pm)
Alan B: Well, I'm a married man and I must admit that you do what must be done. (11:56pm)
Alan B: "They were ravers," and therefore expendible filth. (11:57pm)
Alan B: Order more boxcars for the ravers. (11:57pm)
Alan B: End the dayglo menace for the Fatherland! (11:58pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19srthh (12:00am)
Alan B: We will pray with those old druids, They drink fermented fluids, Waltzing naked though the woo-ids, And it's good enough for me (12:03am)
Karen Carpenter: i'm qearing an NCN t-shirt (12:04am)
Enema d'Etat: I am flush with victory over bullshyte (12:04am)
Alan B: I have a soft spot for Phineas Narco. (12:04am)
Alan B: Hey, ho, way tto go, Ohio. (12:05am)
Smoldering Fetus: woe begone past (12:05am)
Alan B: Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. (12:06am)
Mickle Peepee: tinkle into the wind for god (12:07am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19ssPZv (12:07am)
Alan B: Jesus, the nostalgia in here . . . (12:07am)
Petard Goldy: hoist me (12:08am)
Alan B: Kodachrome . . . it give you the nice, bright colors, (12:08am)
Alan B: Petard Goldy wins the chatbox (12:08am)
Alan B: It was Pig Night at the Oh Mony Padme Sigma House. We had escaped from the crowd and stood trembling under the dwarf maples. (12:09am)
Alan B: Dr. Hal has a decent accent. (12:11am)
Bambam Lamour: Tonight I am willing to love you one and all, for FREE ! Meet me in the boudoir, my darlings ! (12:13am)
Bambam Lamour: Butt we must practice safe sex -- we will all wear condoms, and do it in a condominium. And if you eat me out, please use a condoment (12:17am)
Alan B: That was fun! (12:25am)
Alan B: KrOB!! (12:29am)
Alan B: The terrible two-some, back together again. (12:30am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sw6b2 (12:31am)
Alan B: Valencia St. siren -- everybody drink! (12:33am)
Alan B: I'm crushed that I cannot attend this KrOB extravaganza of Demme films. (12:34am)
Alan B: Pete Goldie, batting cleanup for Dr. Hal for a tenth of a century. (12:34am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19swUNk (12:37am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, masher (12:38am)
Alan B: Dish, girlfriend!!! Puz Ev is gittin' some lovin' (12:38am)
Alan B: Hail, hail Jefferson, land of the free and brave! (12:39am)
Alan B: Vingt minutes que rest avant le fin du show. (12:40am)
vj pussycat: i love me some wolf brand chili (12:41am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, holder of three of The Four Peas. (12:41am)
Alan B: A rat done bit my sister Nell, and whitey's pissin' on the moon. (12:42am)
Alan B: Billions and billions of pee. (12:43am)
Alan B: By your pee you shall be known. (12:43am)
Alan B: Aliens, do they ever lift? (12:44am)
Alan B: Dinosaur in drag: http://bit.ly/19sy2Aw (12:46am)
Alan B: Antelope Freeway, 1/8th mile (12:47am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sykHE (12:49am)
Alan B: Rick Dees is a homunculus (12:49am)
Alan B: Burning man uber alles. (12:49am)
Alan B: Peter's Pay for Playa Plan. The Four Ps! (12:50am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, rugged individualist (12:51am)
Alan B: How much will they pay for a fistfight between Poundin' Pete Goldie and Horrible John Hell? (12:52am)
Alan B: The Trotsky Brothers (12:54am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, radio consultant (12:55am)
Alan B: Keep 'em bareful, pregnant and chained to a Miss. (12:56am)
Alan B: Barefoot. Damn autocorrect! (12:56am)
Alan B: The show will crater into the moon in T-3 minutes. (12:57am)
Alan B: Whitey is fixin' to slam into the moon right soon. \ (12:57am)
Alan B: Beatrix Fuckin' Potter! (12:58am)
Alan B: Cue the National Anthem, whitey. (12:58am)
Alan B: Bon soir, et bon matain. (12:59am)
ugh: that guy bragging abiuthiswed (1:55am)
ugh: he's a bit too loud bragging abiut his weed and his conquests (1:57am)
Chatroom History
September 6, 2013 10:00pm - 2:30am
BB: TALK ABOUT BIRDS (10:32pm)
Alan B: Welcome back, Dr. Hal. (10:56pm)
Alan B: Oh, and hey, Pete. (10:57pm)
Alan B: That's insane! Nobody cleans Radio Valencia. (10:58pm)
Alan B: even even odd odd (10:59pm)
Alan B: Puzz Ev is a mench. (11:00pm)
Alan B: The radio audience will provide questions via mail. (11:04pm)
Alan B: I found one behind a pay phone. (11:07pm)
Alan B: Band name: Pubic Boot (11:11pm)
Alan B: Rocnar hate Turoc! (11:12pm)
Alan B: "The matter of defining what is real %u2026 is a serious topic, even a vital topic. And in there somewhere is the other topic, the definition of the authentic human. Because the bombardment of pseudo-realities begins to produce inauthentic humans very quickly, spurious humans %u2014 as fake as the data pressing at them from all sides. %u2026 Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake realities and then sell them to other humans, turning them, eventually, into forgeries of themselves. So we wind up with fake humans inventing fake realities and then peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:18pm)
Alan B: s the data pressing at them from all sides. %u2026 Fake realities will create fake humans. Or, fake humans will generate fake realities and then sell them to other humans, turning them, eventually, into forgeries of themselves. So we wind up with fake humans inventing fake realities and then peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:19pm)
Alan B: peddling them to other fake humans. It is just a very large version of Disneyland." Philip K. Dick (11:19pm)
Alan B: Via Philo Drummond (11:19pm)
Alan B: Gemeinschaft Society (11:21pm)
Alan B: Coals to Newcastle (11:24pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sma1i (11:26pm)
Salvador Golly: Milwaukee sub-genius checking in (11:27pm)
Alan B: Midwest runs this shit in chat room -- Ann Arbor (11:28pm)
Salvador Golly: Have a good friend that just moved to Ann Arbor (11:30pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sndON (11:32pm)
Alan B: I hope they have a high tolerance for fakeness and boredom (11:32pm)
Alan B: Pay to Playa Play! That's why we love Pete (11:34pm)
Alan B: Detroit -- leading the nation in bum pee (11:35pm)
Salvador Golly: He works for the federal gov, so yes (11:35pm)
Alan B: He'll fit right in. For the EPA? They have a giant, walled compound on the north side. (11:36pm)
Alan B: If you sign a contract you're supposed to keep up the payments... (11:38pm)
Alan B: Good old Dr. Sal (11:40pm)
Salvador Golly: No, patent office actually (11:40pm)
Alan B: Novel! (11:41pm)
Alan B: LOL the patent office is in Detroit. (11:42pm)
Alan B: Ish kabibble! (11:43pm)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, libertarian. (11:44pm)
Alan B: even even odd odd, one of us, one of us (11:45pm)
Alan B: "Ische ga bibble?" (11:46pm)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, leg man (11:47pm)
Alan B: Band name: Irritable Gay Man (11:48pm)
Alan B: NOSE HAIR LINT GLAND (11:48pm)
Alan B: BMIR = RADIO DISNEY (11:49pm)
Salvador Golly: No the patent office is in Alexandria va. Examiners can work from home from anywhere in the 48 after about 5 years (11:50pm)
Alan B: Honest.ly, Salvador, your friend chose well. Ann Arbor is truly a nice place to raise your kids up. We do indeed have chuches, and liquor stores. (11:51pm)
Salvador Golly: He had the most comically unbearable catholic wedding. Two hours from end to end (11:54pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sqtJU (11:54pm)
Salvador Golly: And I'm pretty sure he hated most of it too O_o (11:55pm)
Alan B: Well, I'm a married man and I must admit that you do what must be done. (11:56pm)
Alan B: "They were ravers," and therefore expendible filth. (11:57pm)
Alan B: Order more boxcars for the ravers. (11:57pm)
Alan B: End the dayglo menace for the Fatherland! (11:58pm)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19srthh (12:00am)
Alan B: We will pray with those old druids, They drink fermented fluids, Waltzing naked though the woo-ids, And it's good enough for me (12:03am)
Karen Carpenter: i'm qearing an NCN t-shirt (12:04am)
Enema d'Etat: I am flush with victory over bullshyte (12:04am)
Alan B: I have a soft spot for Phineas Narco. (12:04am)
Alan B: Hey, ho, way tto go, Ohio. (12:05am)
Smoldering Fetus: woe begone past (12:05am)
Alan B: Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair. (12:06am)
Mickle Peepee: tinkle into the wind for god (12:07am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19ssPZv (12:07am)
Alan B: Jesus, the nostalgia in here . . . (12:07am)
Petard Goldy: hoist me (12:08am)
Alan B: Kodachrome . . . it give you the nice, bright colors, (12:08am)
Alan B: Petard Goldy wins the chatbox (12:08am)
Alan B: It was Pig Night at the Oh Mony Padme Sigma House. We had escaped from the crowd and stood trembling under the dwarf maples. (12:09am)
Alan B: Dr. Hal has a decent accent. (12:11am)
Bambam Lamour: Tonight I am willing to love you one and all, for FREE ! Meet me in the boudoir, my darlings ! (12:13am)
Bambam Lamour: Butt we must practice safe sex -- we will all wear condoms, and do it in a condominium. And if you eat me out, please use a condoment (12:17am)
Alan B: That was fun! (12:25am)
Alan B: KrOB!! (12:29am)
Alan B: The terrible two-some, back together again. (12:30am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sw6b2 (12:31am)
Alan B: Valencia St. siren -- everybody drink! (12:33am)
Alan B: I'm crushed that I cannot attend this KrOB extravaganza of Demme films. (12:34am)
Alan B: Pete Goldie, batting cleanup for Dr. Hal for a tenth of a century. (12:34am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19swUNk (12:37am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, masher (12:38am)
Alan B: Dish, girlfriend!!! Puz Ev is gittin' some lovin' (12:38am)
Alan B: Hail, hail Jefferson, land of the free and brave! (12:39am)
Alan B: Vingt minutes que rest avant le fin du show. (12:40am)
vj pussycat: i love me some wolf brand chili (12:41am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, holder of three of The Four Peas. (12:41am)
Alan B: A rat done bit my sister Nell, and whitey's pissin' on the moon. (12:42am)
Alan B: Billions and billions of pee. (12:43am)
Alan B: By your pee you shall be known. (12:43am)
Alan B: Aliens, do they ever lift? (12:44am)
Alan B: Dinosaur in drag: http://bit.ly/19sy2Aw (12:46am)
Alan B: Antelope Freeway, 1/8th mile (12:47am)
Alan B: http://bit.ly/19sykHE (12:49am)
Alan B: Rick Dees is a homunculus (12:49am)
Alan B: Burning man uber alles. (12:49am)
Alan B: Peter's Pay for Playa Plan. The Four Ps! (12:50am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, rugged individualist (12:51am)
Alan B: How much will they pay for a fistfight between Poundin' Pete Goldie and Horrible John Hell? (12:52am)
Alan B: The Trotsky Brothers (12:54am)
Alan B: Michael Peppe, radio consultant (12:55am)
Alan B: Keep 'em bareful, pregnant and chained to a Miss. (12:56am)
Alan B: Barefoot. Damn autocorrect! (12:56am)
Alan B: The show will crater into the moon in T-3 minutes. (12:57am)
Alan B: Whitey is fixin' to slam into the moon right soon. \ (12:57am)
Alan B: Beatrix Fuckin' Potter! (12:58am)
Alan B: Cue the National Anthem, whitey. (12:58am)
Alan B: Bon soir, et bon matain. (12:59am)
ugh: that guy bragging abiuthiswed (1:55am)
ugh: he's a bit too loud bragging abiut his weed and his conquests (1:57am)
