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ODDS & ENGRAMS
May 8, 2015 10:00pm
We are so far ahead of Conspiracy Science that it's laughable, boy, just laughable.
Look what we got.
A hypothetical means by which memory traces are stored-- or a practical one,
of long-proven provenance.
Thus, a show of impressions from recent iterations of live p'formance, alive, alive-oh
at the uber-fashionable Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret, which in common parlance is yclept
"Chicken John's Warehouse."
Where the Elite Meet, reet?
The recording quality? Better, according to blowback, feedback and payback.
Performance quality? Well, this... be, er, a more... nebulous entity.
And we intersperse poetry, music and various gags. Wow!
We're getting back in our groove, see? Now, everyone calm down. Keep telling
yourself... it's only a show. It's only a show...
Next Week: The Final Show of April, and far, far before...
Then, Movie Night! Hint: Watch Out For Gigantic Crustaceans.
Look what we got.
A hypothetical means by which memory traces are stored-- or a practical one,
of long-proven provenance.
Thus, a show of impressions from recent iterations of live p'formance, alive, alive-oh
at the uber-fashionable Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret, which in common parlance is yclept
"Chicken John's Warehouse."
Where the Elite Meet, reet?
The recording quality? Better, according to blowback, feedback and payback.
Performance quality? Well, this... be, er, a more... nebulous entity.
And we intersperse poetry, music and various gags. Wow!
We're getting back in our groove, see? Now, everyone calm down. Keep telling
yourself... it's only a show. It's only a show...
Next Week: The Final Show of April, and far, far before...
Then, Movie Night! Hint: Watch Out For Gigantic Crustaceans.
FROM ST. ABDUL ALHAZRED TO JUNGLE MOON MEN
May 1, 2015 10:00pm
It was a month of doing live shows, April was. And we tried to keep the radio show going during
that time, but that proved to be somewhat rough sledding.
Those live shows and Radio Valencia shows, you see, were on the same day at the same time.
And somehow, something always prevented the podcast from going out properly...
Here at Ask Dr. Hal! we resist the idea that our serial misfortunes had anything to do with those
shows dedicated to textual exegesis of the notorious Al Azif or Necronomicon of the so-called "Mad
Arab," Abdul Ashif Bethel Muhammed Alhazred (668 - 732 A.D.), known historically as Abdul Alhazred.
We managed to obtain a verifiable copy and decided to share it with our audience.
That weird misfortunes of various kinds seemed to beleaguer the show after we introduced this
unique and, we thought, interesting subject material, a Grimoire or book of ancient magic in
fragmentary form, is and can only be pernicious superstition, a typical case of correlation without
connection.
Then came the First of May.
So once again on the show, after the usual poetico-musical interludes, we returned to Alhazred's
text.
Unfortunately, a mysterious illness, seemingly out of nowhere, strongly afflicted Dr. Hal and may
have negatively affected and distorted that evening's podcast. Somehow we made it past that part of the
program, utilizing counterspells, cantrips, talismans and sacrificial procedures.
Then to the lighter side of the show. Puzzling Evidence visited and our commentary can be heard
for the last seventy-five minutes, commentary on the motion picture JUNGLE MOON MEN (1955) with
Johnny "Jungle Jim" Weissmuller, midget actor Billy Curtis, the voluptuous Helen Stanton in the role
of Moon Goddess Oma, and Kimba the chimp. With all this, we ran an extra quarter of an hour.
Dr. Hal is now convalescing, receiving visitors, and is expected to be on the job again next week.
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Live at Chez Poulet on April 17th 2015
April 24, 2015 10:00pm
This show is a live recording of the Ask Dr. Hal Show at Chez Poulet on April 17th, 2015.
THESE FRAGMENTS I HAVE SHORED...
April 17, 2015 10:00pm
Listen and wonder-- these are the first eighty minutes of the live Ask Dr. Hal!
Show going on a mile away over at Chicken John's warehouse, the fabled Chez
Poulet Gallery-Cabaret, on the 10th of April...
Then... well, let's just say there were, not recording problems, but this time a
problem playing the recording.
Oh, if we kept this relay process up long enough we'd surely, surely get the
hang of how to do it.
Anyway, there's only one more example of our attempt to present the live
show coming your way-- next week's.
After the first eighty minutes herein, a huge, hour-long gap, or hole, of
excruciating dead silence opens up in the record.
You will not encounter it, ideally.
This aperture, this pause, this fermata, has been skillfully closed after the fact,
stitched together by ADH's own adroit in-house audio surgeon, Dr. Fiasco.
Any irregularity greater than what might be expected as part of our usual
product should be blamed, in this instance, on the Monster, not the Doctor.
Luckily, there's a reserve of post-show skylarking and kibitzing to call upon
by the usual in-studio gremlins, in place of the vacuous vacuum.
Don't expect a full-length, industrial-strength episode this time, however.
Onward and upward!
2015: A SPACE ODDITY
April 11, 2015 12:00pm
ASTRONOMER ROYAL Pete Goldie (to the Ask Dr. Hal! Show) provides Expert Scientific Assistance. What we (or the Station) would ever do without him we just don't know. Probably simply go out of existence, like decaying particles in the farthest reaches of Space...
ECHOES AND REVERBERATIONS
April 11, 2015 1:00am
A recording of sorts, made at the live Ask Dr. Hal! Show on April 10th.
We are consulting with experts in the field and doing everything possible
to improve the sound duplicating process.
At the same time, inevitable limitations on the ability of the equipment to
provide acceptable acoustic balances within the performance space have
produced, at best, a flawed version of the recorded presentation.
Some voices, we readily acknowledge, are blurred; others are too "warm"
--which is to say, too near the local microphone. Crowd noise at times partially
muffles the amplified vociferation from the stage.
And yet, if one listens patiently enough, one may gain a partial under-
standing of what it must be like to be attending one of the now-ongoing live Ask
Dr. Hal! Shows, as executed at "Chicken" John Rinaldi's Chez Poulet Gallery-
Cabaret.
The hoarse, expostulating voice heard continually throughout, hectoring,
browbeating, is that of Chicken himself.
The loud, explosive and unending laughter emanates from the vicinity of
the Smoke Pot Guys. And the latter is well-recorded indeed, since the ambient
microphone was nearer those laughers than it was to the stage, to Dr. Howll
and Chicken John.
Every now and then something, or a piece of something, seems to
emerge.
Well, next week's, as we've said, should be better.
We'll be back to doing our usual podcasts as of May 1st.
We are consulting with experts in the field and doing everything possible
to improve the sound duplicating process.
At the same time, inevitable limitations on the ability of the equipment to
provide acceptable acoustic balances within the performance space have
produced, at best, a flawed version of the recorded presentation.
Some voices, we readily acknowledge, are blurred; others are too "warm"
--which is to say, too near the local microphone. Crowd noise at times partially
muffles the amplified vociferation from the stage.
And yet, if one listens patiently enough, one may gain a partial under-
standing of what it must be like to be attending one of the now-ongoing live Ask
Dr. Hal! Shows, as executed at "Chicken" John Rinaldi's Chez Poulet Gallery-
Cabaret.
The hoarse, expostulating voice heard continually throughout, hectoring,
browbeating, is that of Chicken himself.
The loud, explosive and unending laughter emanates from the vicinity of
the Smoke Pot Guys. And the latter is well-recorded indeed, since the ambient
microphone was nearer those laughers than it was to the stage, to Dr. Howll
and Chicken John.
Every now and then something, or a piece of something, seems to
emerge.
Well, next week's, as we've said, should be better.
We'll be back to doing our usual podcasts as of May 1st.
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EVERYTHING'S GOING FINE
April 3, 2015 10:00pm
A matter of timing, of shoring up spaces to be filled-- in this case,
ruminations on chronology.
From February 27th, actually.
We were off doing the first of the anticipated 4 live shows at Chez
Poulet, you see.
The plan is that the audio from these will be posted here.
But, beware!
Yes, there was a show-- a quaint , contrived re-creation of our once-
revolutionary past.
Something like Colonial Williamsburg.
You shall hear for yourself, faithful follower. But the audio-- well, it's
often... muffled, and made incoherent by crowd noise...
Every now and then something, or a piece of something, seems to
emerge. For gleaners only, we fear that show will be, on Radio Valencia.
Deciding to run it was difficult... By the next week we will attempt to
solve this, and many other problems...
ruminations on chronology.
From February 27th, actually.
We were off doing the first of the anticipated 4 live shows at Chez
Poulet, you see.
The plan is that the audio from these will be posted here.
But, beware!
Yes, there was a show-- a quaint , contrived re-creation of our once-
revolutionary past.
Something like Colonial Williamsburg.
You shall hear for yourself, faithful follower. But the audio-- well, it's
often... muffled, and made incoherent by crowd noise...
Every now and then something, or a piece of something, seems to
emerge. For gleaners only, we fear that show will be, on Radio Valencia.
Deciding to run it was difficult... By the next week we will attempt to
solve this, and many other problems...
NECRONOMICON... AND OFF
March 27, 2015 10:00pm
We continued with textual criticism of the legend-haunted grimoire,
the Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, the "Mad Arab."
By golly, though-- there was yet another suite of weird audio and
technical problems. And we suppose they tend to come with this
particular territory.
This time those included being haunted by hallucinations,
epiphenomena, we suppose, of deteriorating eyesight.
Often these take the form of phantom insects. Hateful ones.
Regrettably, these have not gone away.
But there was more... finally, another narrated film, the BullDada-istic
Hercules Against the Moonmen, starring screen thespian Alan Steel.
This vintage motion picture runs half an extra hour, Etherettes and
Rocket Rookies.
Puzzling Evidence and KrOB hovered, but again didn't come
"on the air," though one can just make out Puzzling, during the narration
of the picture by Dr. Howll.
Remember, a performance series is coming up the next month which
will achieve, we hope, at least partial coverage on the program.
Yes, we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio version
of our Friday night live show at Chicken John's Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret.
Next week won't be live, or entirely so.
Expect a so-called "re-run" for at least the first few hours.
Or, maybe not. KrOB seems to think we can somehow cover the show
at Chicken's.
It's in the Lap of the Gods.
Some of you can guess which ones.
the Necronomicon of Abdul Alhazred, the "Mad Arab."
By golly, though-- there was yet another suite of weird audio and
technical problems. And we suppose they tend to come with this
particular territory.
This time those included being haunted by hallucinations,
epiphenomena, we suppose, of deteriorating eyesight.
Often these take the form of phantom insects. Hateful ones.
Regrettably, these have not gone away.
But there was more... finally, another narrated film, the BullDada-istic
Hercules Against the Moonmen, starring screen thespian Alan Steel.
This vintage motion picture runs half an extra hour, Etherettes and
Rocket Rookies.
Puzzling Evidence and KrOB hovered, but again didn't come
"on the air," though one can just make out Puzzling, during the narration
of the picture by Dr. Howll.
Remember, a performance series is coming up the next month which
will achieve, we hope, at least partial coverage on the program.
Yes, we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio version
of our Friday night live show at Chicken John's Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret.
Next week won't be live, or entirely so.
Expect a so-called "re-run" for at least the first few hours.
Or, maybe not. KrOB seems to think we can somehow cover the show
at Chicken's.
It's in the Lap of the Gods.
Some of you can guess which ones.
IN FOR A PENNY, IN FOR A POUND
March 20, 2015 10:00pm
More on the Necronomicon, with critical commentary... Some of the
more famous verses are explicated. Yes, some of that actually "got out."
But there were repercussions. There are always repercussions.
We hear studio guest Dr. Penny give a two-part sermon on Slack and
other SubGenius tropes. Flailing, failing studio equipment add greatly to
the ambiance. Coincidence, or Conspiracy?
Dr. Howll was exhausted, as it happens, exhausted-- from a scary, far
Northward trip comprised of, among other ingredients, car crashes and
poetick recitations...
But the show lumbered and labored on.
KrOB, Pete and Puzzling, the Apocalypse Triplets, were actually
present but, as is so often the case, not heard, or helpful...
The show ends, but then Dr. H. Owll narrates, with Dr. Penny's help,
the vintage motion picture PREHISTORIC WOMEN (1950), featuring lovely,
fur-clad Laurette Luez. Not, we hasten to add, PREHISTORIC WOMEN
(1967) with lovely, (less) fur-clad Martine "Nupondi" Beswicke.
The Pterodactyl attack is surprisingly good, in its own weird, floppy way.
Too bad no one without access to the picture can actually see it.
Still don't know how it was done.
Maybe in a future show... So many cavegirls, so few (perhaps) remaining
shows...
An extra hour (at least) is added to present this material, Etherettes and
Rocket Rookies.
Then, KrOB and Puzzling elbow Dr. Howll aside and begin their own
cacodaemoniacal sound assemblage, loaded for bear.
But that's not recorded here. We hear they left the studio in a reeking
mess, which our good friend Bullwinkle later completely cleaned up...
And just wait-- our shows at Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret (known less
euphoniously elsewhere as Chicken John's Warehouse), upcoming, will
spring through the month of April.
And, harken, Etherettes, Rocket Rookies, true believers all-- in that
coming month we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio
version of our month long live show at Chicken John's. Never before ever
attempted. Successfully, that is.
Next week-- more visitors! Ideally, human ones.
more famous verses are explicated. Yes, some of that actually "got out."
But there were repercussions. There are always repercussions.
We hear studio guest Dr. Penny give a two-part sermon on Slack and
other SubGenius tropes. Flailing, failing studio equipment add greatly to
the ambiance. Coincidence, or Conspiracy?
Dr. Howll was exhausted, as it happens, exhausted-- from a scary, far
Northward trip comprised of, among other ingredients, car crashes and
poetick recitations...
But the show lumbered and labored on.
KrOB, Pete and Puzzling, the Apocalypse Triplets, were actually
present but, as is so often the case, not heard, or helpful...
The show ends, but then Dr. H. Owll narrates, with Dr. Penny's help,
the vintage motion picture PREHISTORIC WOMEN (1950), featuring lovely,
fur-clad Laurette Luez. Not, we hasten to add, PREHISTORIC WOMEN
(1967) with lovely, (less) fur-clad Martine "Nupondi" Beswicke.
The Pterodactyl attack is surprisingly good, in its own weird, floppy way.
Too bad no one without access to the picture can actually see it.
Still don't know how it was done.
Maybe in a future show... So many cavegirls, so few (perhaps) remaining
shows...
An extra hour (at least) is added to present this material, Etherettes and
Rocket Rookies.
Then, KrOB and Puzzling elbow Dr. Howll aside and begin their own
cacodaemoniacal sound assemblage, loaded for bear.
But that's not recorded here. We hear they left the studio in a reeking
mess, which our good friend Bullwinkle later completely cleaned up...
And just wait-- our shows at Chez Poulet Gallery-Cabaret (known less
euphoniously elsewhere as Chicken John's Warehouse), upcoming, will
spring through the month of April.
And, harken, Etherettes, Rocket Rookies, true believers all-- in that
coming month we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio
version of our month long live show at Chicken John's. Never before ever
attempted. Successfully, that is.
Next week-- more visitors! Ideally, human ones.
ETHERETTES AND ROCKET ROOKIES
March 13, 2015 10:00pm
The Ask Dr. Hal! Show continued in its efforts to present passages
from, and critical commentary on, the legend-haunted Necronomicon.
But, after introductory remarks... Funny how every time we try to do
this, something interferes. In this case, KrOB appeared and diverted the
show. Coincidence, or Conspiracy?
Then all chances of re-directing it into its original channel were lost
when Puzzling Evidence also appeared.
Well, we had a good time going over familiar ground. The fans didn't
seem to mind. And just wait-- our shows coming up will vault over these
and all other impediments...
And, harken, Etherettes, Rocket Rookies, true believers all-- in the
coming month we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio
version of our month long live show at Chicken John's Chez Poulet Gallery-
Cabaret. Never before attempted. Successfully, that is.
Never let it be said that we rest upon our laurels, at the hardy Ask Dr.
Hal! "Radio" Show! Until we do, that is.
Next week-- more visitors!
from, and critical commentary on, the legend-haunted Necronomicon.
But, after introductory remarks... Funny how every time we try to do
this, something interferes. In this case, KrOB appeared and diverted the
show. Coincidence, or Conspiracy?
Then all chances of re-directing it into its original channel were lost
when Puzzling Evidence also appeared.
Well, we had a good time going over familiar ground. The fans didn't
seem to mind. And just wait-- our shows coming up will vault over these
and all other impediments...
And, harken, Etherettes, Rocket Rookies, true believers all-- in the
coming month we'll be trying something entirely new, offering an audio
version of our month long live show at Chicken John's Chez Poulet Gallery-
Cabaret. Never before attempted. Successfully, that is.
Never let it be said that we rest upon our laurels, at the hardy Ask Dr.
Hal! "Radio" Show! Until we do, that is.
Next week-- more visitors!
CAUGHT WITHOUT CHANGE ON THE BUS
March 6, 2015 10:00pm
THESE THINGS HAPPEN. Take a deep breath. Perhaps some of the other passengers may be willing to help you. It's easy to be taken advantage of, embarrassingly, to lose things in the Big City. The point is, there are also those who are willing to help.
A MATTER OF TIMING
February 27, 2015 10:00pm
The Treasures of Time lie High, in Urns, Coins, and Monuments, scarce below the
Roots of some Vegetables. Time hath endless Rarities, and shows of all varieties; which
reveals old things in Heaven, makes new Discoveries in Earth, and even Earth itself a
Discovery.
A night chewing the fat, as they say. Kicking the old ball around. A nice, long chin-
wag. With KrOB, the sole studio guest.
Rival Oddcast Nose Hair Lint Gland's own Karen Carpenter kept attempting to disrupt
the flow with a barrage of phoned-in questions, effortlessly fielded by Dr. Howll.
Samples of Ask Dr. Hal! shows from far-off places and times, from earlier cycles, invade
the Noosphere.
Also featuring the poetry of Dylan Thomas. Music of Yokota Susumu, from Symbol,
the Reverend Baby Bear and other proven sources. Excerpts from Negativland's new
album It's All in Your Head. We quote extensively from DJ Female Convict Scorpion's Bill
Cosby Talks to Kids About Drugs. And then there's that live, a capella rendition of the
re-worked lyrics from Hanna-Barbera's The Tom and Jerry Show...
Three irreplaceable hours of your life that you will never, ever get back.
Chatroom History
February 27, 2015 10:00pm - 1:30am
Dr. Penny: Praise the sweet name of "Bob". (10:41pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Sweet? Sweet? No, no, "Bob" has a name as sour as the sourest persimmon. It's "sour" so as to be understood. Yes. It is certain. (10:44pm)
Dr. Penny: Oh yes, and fuck "Bob". (10:46pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Precisely. Fucker. (10:47pm)
Dr. Penny: Fuck'r harder. (10:47pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: His is no sweet-thang prison bitch... he is only sweet when he wishes to be... (10:48pm)
Dr. Penny: Sweet fuckin'. (10:49pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Like the sweet girl in the dress picking that daisy as the countdown to nuclear detenation rings out in the background... (10:49pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Yet, little do they know... if "Bob" chooses then, yes, that daisy stem is the wire, itself, which may disconnect the fuse switch which leads to our destruction... or NOT. (10:51pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: It.. uh... all depends. (10:53pm)
Dr. Penny: Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! (10:53pm)
Dr. Penny: Slack can allow any which way. (10:54pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Oh, sure, all of this might provide more "yucks" than your bar Mitzvah.., (10:55pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: or her bat Mitzvah.. (10:56pm)
Sesame Street alien: And the worst part of this downer is that you're in a room with Bill Cosby. (10:56pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: or that Catechism, SUnday School, est seminar... (10:57pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Sure "Bob" might make you think, for a time, that it's all a big JOKE... (10:58pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: sure, sure, sure sure, SURE (10:59pm)
Alan B.: Hee hee hee, Earl, not too many of us remember that LBJ commercial anymore. (11:08pm)
Alan B.: AND DON'T MENTION THAT FUCKING DRESS. Thanks. (11:11pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: We've no need to remember it, I suppose, provided we're prepared to live it. However, then it becomes a lot of Hots-On-For-Nowhere, everyone addicted to the cynically hip "End Times Porn" Rev. Stang warns us about. (11:12pm)
Alan B.: I say live it, or live with it. (11:12pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: The Middle Way is the hardest and most rewarding. The string must be tight enough but no tighter to strike the correct note. (11:13pm)
Alan B.: Just the right amount of Slack. (11:13pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Therefore -- be not overly cynical. Be hopeful and comforted. He/She/It who has ears to hear, let He/She/It kisten. (11:14pm)
Dr. Penny: Perfectly balanced on the slack wave. (11:19pm)
Alan B.: I love the Banana Splits. My grandma sent us the promotional bowls and cups when we were wee. (11:20pm)
Alan B.: Gentlemen. (11:21pm)
Alan B.: Danger Island!? (11:21pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: It's some of that Hannah Barbara Santa Barbara stuff KrOB thankfully plays. (11:22pm)
Alan B.: So much beefcake in the studio. (11:23pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: A Hanyah Nagilah Cartoon Production (11:23pm)
Alan B.: For having COPD, he was doing good to make it to 83. (11:23pm)
Alan B.: So everybody, quit smoking everything but (11:24pm)
Alan B.: 'frop. (11:24pm)
Alan B.: Hal, I got paid, the dosh is in the post. (11:25pm)
Alan B.: Karen Carpenter was attracted by all the beefcake, calls for a reachover. (11:25pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: Who? (11:25pm)
Alan B.: I know, right? I mean Pete Goldie. (11:26pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: They aren't blasting him into space, he needs to be buried quickly. (11:27pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: I mean Sir Nimoy. (11:27pm)
Alan B.: Houston, this is Tranquility Base . . . I can't believe that we are on fucking Vulcan. (11:28pm)
Alan B.: Sir Nimoy was pretty observant. He does need to be interred post haste. (11:28pm)
Alan B.: 30 day delay. (11:29pm)
Alan B.: 30 day notice. (11:29pm)
Alan B.: Okay, Hal, I'm paying the dosh directly to RV NOW. (11:29pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: I'll let them talk and stop typing. This box is usually only acknowledged On the Air for its complaints. But YEAH, send something fo this precious, entirely indispensible internet broadcast. Send it in. C'mon. (11:32pm)
Alan B.: Doing it now. (11:33pm)
Alan B.: And done. The farm is saved. (11:34pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: Yeah, everyone reading these words, send. Send it. Send. Send it on. Who ELSE can do an audio efffort like this one? (11:34pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: And very often in stereophonic sound. (11:39pm)
Alan B.: We need to just get some Hadrons up there, stat! (11:40pm)
Alan B.: Can we use Folger's Crystals, if we can't find Dilithium? (11:40pm)
Alan B.: WHY can't you START making PROGRAMMING SENSE?! (11:43pm)
Alan B.: Hot Velma: http://bit.ly/1E1Bq6j (11:45pm)
Dr. Penny: Sounds like they've already got hadrons. Folgers is for 3am. (11:45pm)
Alan B.: Dr. H.A.L. signs off on Space Jam?! (11:45pm)
Dr. Penny: Luscious. (11:46pm)
Dr. Penny: They believed that they could fly. (11:47pm)
Dr. Penny: More amusing is the man in the background with the cigarette. (11:48pm)
Karen Carpenter: want:http://bit.ly/1E1BPp3 (11:49pm)
Food.:::: Now speak about me. (11:50pm)
Alan B.: Hipster analog chic. (11:50pm)
Drink.::::: And leave me not out... (11:50pm)
Dr. Penny: He's turning the corner with his feet, maybe a pass around his neck, at a comic con, out for a fag. (11:50pm)
Dr. Penny: His watch is not the one Pete wants. (11:52pm)
Lawyer Penny: Yes, he wants the 0400 to 0800 watch (11:53pm)
Alan B.: I am Spock's Dad. (11:54pm)
So: , fly Dock's Spad. (11:56pm)
Alan B.: Hal, check yer mail. (11:59pm)
Alan B.: IBM and the Holocaust http://bit.ly/1E1CFlX (12:00am)
The Night People: So? (12:01am)
Alan B.: SPACE JEWS (12:02am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/1E1CU0k -- Space Jews (12:02am)
Or: Cosmic Tribe (12:03am)
Oreders: Take your leisure at Tao Ying (12:03am)
Alan B.: Meesa love ask Dr. H.A.L.! http://bit.ly/1zNvjh1 (12:03am)
Alan B.: Start Trek Bible -- got it. (12:04am)
Alan B.: Start Drek (12:04am)
Alan B.: SEE! Jews in space! http://bit.ly/1zNvoB4 (12:05am)
Dr. Penny: Star Drax (12:05am)
Alan B.: Peak is about an hour into the show when the tracers start and you need trip toys. (12:11am)
Alan B.: Ask Dr. Hack. (12:17am)
Karen Carpenter: KrOb is as yakkity yak as Dr Hal (12:21am)
Alan B.: He is loquatious as hell, yes. (12:22am)
Alan B.: loquacious (12:22am)
Alan B.: That's not how I orgasm, just saying. (12:23am)
Moon Men: Leave Us Be! (12:24am)
Alan B.: That song was awesome (12:33am)
Alan B.: My old man told me it means: Loose Straps Mean Floppy Titis (12:37am)
Malbourough Man : L.et's S.top M.y F.ingers T.ired (12:37am)
Alan B.: approved. (12:38am)
Glass Smoking Tube: I'm hiding...heee heeee hheee heee (12:38am)
Cigarette Smoking Man: I'm alive . . . with pleasure! (12:39am)
nexus006: I live about 50 minutes south of you guys and yes we do wave to each other. (12:39am)
Lass Cloaking Booth Troll: So? (12:40am)
Alan B.: I've got a TRAIN to catch! (12:40am)
Dr. Penny: When the light is green, the trap is clean. (12:45am)
The Phone Company: Love Us. (12:47am)
Alan B.: STOP HURTING LISTENER! (12:47am)
The Phone Company: And, We hate The Science Guy. (12:47am)
The Phone Company: It's Fresno. (12:48am)
Alan B.: Fuckin' Fernet (12:51am)
Alan B.: No fucking in the kitchen. (12:51am)
The Phone Company: It's Fernet. (12:51am)
The Phone Company: It's Freedom. (12:51am)
Alan B.: Belligerent caller is belligerent. (12:52am)
Karen Carpenter: "it's hip to nate on pete" (12:53am)
nexus006: What kind of watch is it? (12:53am)
Karen Carpenter: http://bit.ly/1E1BPp3 (12:53am)
Alan B.: That's the difference between a citizen and someone who just does his how. (12:54am)
Alan B.: show. (12:54am)
Alan B.: That's crazy, there is no icthyclaus. (12:54am)
Karen Carpenter: they can have more children (12:54am)
Alan B.: I bet that $12 watch is of the finest quality. (12:54am)
The Phone Company: What's the phone # there? (12:56am)
Alan B.: 415-962-7979 (12:56am)
Alan B.: Four minutes left to pledge your support for the ask Dr. H.A.L. show. Replicants standing by. (12:57am)
Puzzling Evidence: U Staying? (12:58am)
Alan B.: What the actual fuck? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: U Calling In? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: He? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: U? (12:58am)
Alan B.: 12 hour Ask Senor H.A.L. marathon. (12:59am)
Puzzling Evidence: You can't keep a Hal happy... (12:59am)
Alan B.: Cuckold Cocoon Cock (1:00am)
Karen Carpenter: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (1:00am)
Puzzling Evidence: I'll be right over, then... (1:01am)
Alan B.: NO SLEEP (1:01am)
Puzzling Evidence: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (1:01am)
Karen Carpenter: oh, yah, I go to work kin 6 hours. (1:01am)
Alan B.: Why is he playing To Anacreon in Heaven. (1:01am)
Alan B.: ? (1:01am)
Puzzling Evidence: Means the parade is a third over, on a sultry Shenandoah Valley afternoon...... (1:01am)
Alan B.: And now, The Best of Robo DJ (1:02am)
Puzzling Evidence: Not so, Meat. (1:02am)
Karen Carpenter: RoboDJ on KrOB (1:02am)
Alan B.: Au revoir, mes amis. (1:07am)
Roots of some Vegetables. Time hath endless Rarities, and shows of all varieties; which
reveals old things in Heaven, makes new Discoveries in Earth, and even Earth itself a
Discovery.
A night chewing the fat, as they say. Kicking the old ball around. A nice, long chin-
wag. With KrOB, the sole studio guest.
Rival Oddcast Nose Hair Lint Gland's own Karen Carpenter kept attempting to disrupt
the flow with a barrage of phoned-in questions, effortlessly fielded by Dr. Howll.
Samples of Ask Dr. Hal! shows from far-off places and times, from earlier cycles, invade
the Noosphere.
Also featuring the poetry of Dylan Thomas. Music of Yokota Susumu, from Symbol,
the Reverend Baby Bear and other proven sources. Excerpts from Negativland's new
album It's All in Your Head. We quote extensively from DJ Female Convict Scorpion's Bill
Cosby Talks to Kids About Drugs. And then there's that live, a capella rendition of the
re-worked lyrics from Hanna-Barbera's The Tom and Jerry Show...
Three irreplaceable hours of your life that you will never, ever get back.
Chatroom History
February 27, 2015 10:00pm - 1:30am
Dr. Penny: Praise the sweet name of "Bob". (10:41pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Sweet? Sweet? No, no, "Bob" has a name as sour as the sourest persimmon. It's "sour" so as to be understood. Yes. It is certain. (10:44pm)
Dr. Penny: Oh yes, and fuck "Bob". (10:46pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Precisely. Fucker. (10:47pm)
Dr. Penny: Fuck'r harder. (10:47pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: His is no sweet-thang prison bitch... he is only sweet when he wishes to be... (10:48pm)
Dr. Penny: Sweet fuckin'. (10:49pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Like the sweet girl in the dress picking that daisy as the countdown to nuclear detenation rings out in the background... (10:49pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Yet, little do they know... if "Bob" chooses then, yes, that daisy stem is the wire, itself, which may disconnect the fuse switch which leads to our destruction... or NOT. (10:51pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: It.. uh... all depends. (10:53pm)
Dr. Penny: Poppies! Poppies! Poppies! (10:53pm)
Dr. Penny: Slack can allow any which way. (10:54pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Oh, sure, all of this might provide more "yucks" than your bar Mitzvah.., (10:55pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: or her bat Mitzvah.. (10:56pm)
Sesame Street alien: And the worst part of this downer is that you're in a room with Bill Cosby. (10:56pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: or that Catechism, SUnday School, est seminar... (10:57pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Sure "Bob" might make you think, for a time, that it's all a big JOKE... (10:58pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: sure, sure, sure sure, SURE (10:59pm)
Alan B.: Hee hee hee, Earl, not too many of us remember that LBJ commercial anymore. (11:08pm)
Alan B.: AND DON'T MENTION THAT FUCKING DRESS. Thanks. (11:11pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: We've no need to remember it, I suppose, provided we're prepared to live it. However, then it becomes a lot of Hots-On-For-Nowhere, everyone addicted to the cynically hip "End Times Porn" Rev. Stang warns us about. (11:12pm)
Alan B.: I say live it, or live with it. (11:12pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: The Middle Way is the hardest and most rewarding. The string must be tight enough but no tighter to strike the correct note. (11:13pm)
Alan B.: Just the right amount of Slack. (11:13pm)
Errrrr-rrrl: Therefore -- be not overly cynical. Be hopeful and comforted. He/She/It who has ears to hear, let He/She/It kisten. (11:14pm)
Dr. Penny: Perfectly balanced on the slack wave. (11:19pm)
Alan B.: I love the Banana Splits. My grandma sent us the promotional bowls and cups when we were wee. (11:20pm)
Alan B.: Gentlemen. (11:21pm)
Alan B.: Danger Island!? (11:21pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: It's some of that Hannah Barbara Santa Barbara stuff KrOB thankfully plays. (11:22pm)
Alan B.: So much beefcake in the studio. (11:23pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: A Hanyah Nagilah Cartoon Production (11:23pm)
Alan B.: For having COPD, he was doing good to make it to 83. (11:23pm)
Alan B.: So everybody, quit smoking everything but (11:24pm)
Alan B.: 'frop. (11:24pm)
Alan B.: Hal, I got paid, the dosh is in the post. (11:25pm)
Alan B.: Karen Carpenter was attracted by all the beefcake, calls for a reachover. (11:25pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: Who? (11:25pm)
Alan B.: I know, right? I mean Pete Goldie. (11:26pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: They aren't blasting him into space, he needs to be buried quickly. (11:27pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: I mean Sir Nimoy. (11:27pm)
Alan B.: Houston, this is Tranquility Base . . . I can't believe that we are on fucking Vulcan. (11:28pm)
Alan B.: Sir Nimoy was pretty observant. He does need to be interred post haste. (11:28pm)
Alan B.: 30 day delay. (11:29pm)
Alan B.: 30 day notice. (11:29pm)
Alan B.: Okay, Hal, I'm paying the dosh directly to RV NOW. (11:29pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: I'll let them talk and stop typing. This box is usually only acknowledged On the Air for its complaints. But YEAH, send something fo this precious, entirely indispensible internet broadcast. Send it in. C'mon. (11:32pm)
Alan B.: Doing it now. (11:33pm)
Alan B.: And done. The farm is saved. (11:34pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: Yeah, everyone reading these words, send. Send it. Send. Send it on. Who ELSE can do an audio efffort like this one? (11:34pm)
Errrr-rrrrl: And very often in stereophonic sound. (11:39pm)
Alan B.: We need to just get some Hadrons up there, stat! (11:40pm)
Alan B.: Can we use Folger's Crystals, if we can't find Dilithium? (11:40pm)
Alan B.: WHY can't you START making PROGRAMMING SENSE?! (11:43pm)
Alan B.: Hot Velma: http://bit.ly/1E1Bq6j (11:45pm)
Dr. Penny: Sounds like they've already got hadrons. Folgers is for 3am. (11:45pm)
Alan B.: Dr. H.A.L. signs off on Space Jam?! (11:45pm)
Dr. Penny: Luscious. (11:46pm)
Dr. Penny: They believed that they could fly. (11:47pm)
Dr. Penny: More amusing is the man in the background with the cigarette. (11:48pm)
Karen Carpenter: want:http://bit.ly/1E1BPp3 (11:49pm)
Food.:::: Now speak about me. (11:50pm)
Alan B.: Hipster analog chic. (11:50pm)
Drink.::::: And leave me not out... (11:50pm)
Dr. Penny: He's turning the corner with his feet, maybe a pass around his neck, at a comic con, out for a fag. (11:50pm)
Dr. Penny: His watch is not the one Pete wants. (11:52pm)
Lawyer Penny: Yes, he wants the 0400 to 0800 watch (11:53pm)
Alan B.: I am Spock's Dad. (11:54pm)
So: , fly Dock's Spad. (11:56pm)
Alan B.: Hal, check yer mail. (11:59pm)
Alan B.: IBM and the Holocaust http://bit.ly/1E1CFlX (12:00am)
The Night People: So? (12:01am)
Alan B.: SPACE JEWS (12:02am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/1E1CU0k -- Space Jews (12:02am)
Or: Cosmic Tribe (12:03am)
Oreders: Take your leisure at Tao Ying (12:03am)
Alan B.: Meesa love ask Dr. H.A.L.! http://bit.ly/1zNvjh1 (12:03am)
Alan B.: Start Trek Bible -- got it. (12:04am)
Alan B.: Start Drek (12:04am)
Alan B.: SEE! Jews in space! http://bit.ly/1zNvoB4 (12:05am)
Dr. Penny: Star Drax (12:05am)
Alan B.: Peak is about an hour into the show when the tracers start and you need trip toys. (12:11am)
Alan B.: Ask Dr. Hack. (12:17am)
Karen Carpenter: KrOb is as yakkity yak as Dr Hal (12:21am)
Alan B.: He is loquatious as hell, yes. (12:22am)
Alan B.: loquacious (12:22am)
Alan B.: That's not how I orgasm, just saying. (12:23am)
Moon Men: Leave Us Be! (12:24am)
Alan B.: That song was awesome (12:33am)
Alan B.: My old man told me it means: Loose Straps Mean Floppy Titis (12:37am)
Malbourough Man : L.et's S.top M.y F.ingers T.ired (12:37am)
Alan B.: approved. (12:38am)
Glass Smoking Tube: I'm hiding...heee heeee hheee heee (12:38am)
Cigarette Smoking Man: I'm alive . . . with pleasure! (12:39am)
nexus006: I live about 50 minutes south of you guys and yes we do wave to each other. (12:39am)
Lass Cloaking Booth Troll: So? (12:40am)
Alan B.: I've got a TRAIN to catch! (12:40am)
Dr. Penny: When the light is green, the trap is clean. (12:45am)
The Phone Company: Love Us. (12:47am)
Alan B.: STOP HURTING LISTENER! (12:47am)
The Phone Company: And, We hate The Science Guy. (12:47am)
The Phone Company: It's Fresno. (12:48am)
Alan B.: Fuckin' Fernet (12:51am)
Alan B.: No fucking in the kitchen. (12:51am)
The Phone Company: It's Fernet. (12:51am)
The Phone Company: It's Freedom. (12:51am)
Alan B.: Belligerent caller is belligerent. (12:52am)
Karen Carpenter: "it's hip to nate on pete" (12:53am)
nexus006: What kind of watch is it? (12:53am)
Karen Carpenter: http://bit.ly/1E1BPp3 (12:53am)
Alan B.: That's the difference between a citizen and someone who just does his how. (12:54am)
Alan B.: show. (12:54am)
Alan B.: That's crazy, there is no icthyclaus. (12:54am)
Karen Carpenter: they can have more children (12:54am)
Alan B.: I bet that $12 watch is of the finest quality. (12:54am)
The Phone Company: What's the phone # there? (12:56am)
Alan B.: 415-962-7979 (12:56am)
Alan B.: Four minutes left to pledge your support for the ask Dr. H.A.L. show. Replicants standing by. (12:57am)
Puzzling Evidence: U Staying? (12:58am)
Alan B.: What the actual fuck? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: U Calling In? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: He? (12:58am)
Puzzling Evidence: U? (12:58am)
Alan B.: 12 hour Ask Senor H.A.L. marathon. (12:59am)
Puzzling Evidence: You can't keep a Hal happy... (12:59am)
Alan B.: Cuckold Cocoon Cock (1:00am)
Karen Carpenter: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (1:00am)
Puzzling Evidence: I'll be right over, then... (1:01am)
Alan B.: NO SLEEP (1:01am)
Puzzling Evidence: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz (1:01am)
Karen Carpenter: oh, yah, I go to work kin 6 hours. (1:01am)
Alan B.: Why is he playing To Anacreon in Heaven. (1:01am)
Alan B.: ? (1:01am)
Puzzling Evidence: Means the parade is a third over, on a sultry Shenandoah Valley afternoon...... (1:01am)
Alan B.: And now, The Best of Robo DJ (1:02am)
Puzzling Evidence: Not so, Meat. (1:02am)
Karen Carpenter: RoboDJ on KrOB (1:02am)
Alan B.: Au revoir, mes amis. (1:07am)
SAVED-- BY AN INTERVIEW
February 20, 2015 10:00pm
There bee certaine Cantrips, older than Recorded Time, which emergeth from
the Black Grimoires of the Esoteric. Stones have been known to Move, & Trees to
Speak. All the Operator needeth to do, to make certaine the Work proceedeth Rightly,
is give Utterance to that Realm of Speech which unlocketh the Daemonic Power from
the Spheares. Where Others Listen, the Lesson descendeth, undisturb'd, like unto a
Caul or Mantle over the Soul, as sayeth Eibon in his Booke. So do ye Listen, and thou
shalt bee Verily made Pregnant with the Keys, will-ye, nil-ye. Ia! Shemhamphorash!
And so forth, and so on. Well, things were going swimmingly, heh, heh-- when,
suddenly, we took quite a different direction as nosy newsgirl Justin "Lois" Credible
darted into the room and began to interview Dr. H. Owll all about-- you guessed it-- the
Church of the SubGenius. Wow! Who saw that coming? Had to change course...
She got her "scoop," while Puzzling Evidence, Karen Carpeter and KrOB all
yukked, cackled and roistered.
They had a great time. Will you?
the Black Grimoires of the Esoteric. Stones have been known to Move, & Trees to
Speak. All the Operator needeth to do, to make certaine the Work proceedeth Rightly,
is give Utterance to that Realm of Speech which unlocketh the Daemonic Power from
the Spheares. Where Others Listen, the Lesson descendeth, undisturb'd, like unto a
Caul or Mantle over the Soul, as sayeth Eibon in his Booke. So do ye Listen, and thou
shalt bee Verily made Pregnant with the Keys, will-ye, nil-ye. Ia! Shemhamphorash!
And so forth, and so on. Well, things were going swimmingly, heh, heh-- when,
suddenly, we took quite a different direction as nosy newsgirl Justin "Lois" Credible
darted into the room and began to interview Dr. H. Owll all about-- you guessed it-- the
Church of the SubGenius. Wow! Who saw that coming? Had to change course...
She got her "scoop," while Puzzling Evidence, Karen Carpeter and KrOB all
yukked, cackled and roistered.
They had a great time. Will you?
SUCCEDANEUM
February 13, 2015 10:00pm
I, Dr. H. Owll, was unavoidably detained, lecturing on Hieronymus Bosch
at Chicken John's megalo-spectacle, The Fallen Cosmos show.
So, Puzzling Evidence, Karen Carpenter of rival RV show Nose Hair Lint
Gland and KrOB swung into action.
Featured was an authentic recording of the entirety of the last live Ask Dr.
Hal! Show at Viracocha in January of 2015.
And then... and then... matters took their course. At length, I dragged
myself in to try to get the program back on track.
Boy, did we go into some overtime.
Although the themes of his work were religious, his choice of symbols to
represent the temptation and eventual ensnarement of Man in earthly evils
caused many early critics to view Bosch as a practitioner of the occult arts.
More recent scholarship views Bosch simply as a talented artist who
possessed a deep insight into human character, and as one of the first to
represent abstract concepts in his work.
Next slide, please.
Chatroom History
February 13, 2015 10:00pm - 1:30am
Alan B.: Hmmm. Is this a rerun after all? (10:25pm)
Alan B.: Adulterated rerun. (10:35pm)
Alan B.: Gotta go. Take it easy, all. (10:56pm)
Grush Godd: This is the last live show at Veri-coacha, weeks ago... (11:21pm)
Alan B.: Back. Jesus. (11:36pm)
Alan B.: I'm dizzy....... (11:38pm)
Alan B.: Wait. Can see the least people!! (11:40pm)
St.Inkfinger: Am I too late (11:48pm)
Alan B.: And without pants (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: I'll take a triceritops any day (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: How did you know? (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: I still have my socks on though (11:51pm)
Alan B.: Rock on wid yur socks on! (11:56pm)
St.Inkfinger: Hmmm (11:57pm)
St.Inkfinger: I'm done rockin' for the night (11:58pm)
St.Inkfinger: froppin' in my socks (12:00am)
brooding noodler : thoughts for foodlin' (12:01am)
St.Inkfinger: usually happens after froppin' (12:02am)
Alan B.: SubGenius? (12:05am)
St.Inkfinger: What else? (12:06am)
St.Inkfinger: since 2000 (12:07am)
St.Inkfinger: We chatted on FB before. (12:08am)
The FBI: Chat Away. (12:14am)
St.Inkfinger: Does it come in a spray bottle? (12:14am)
a robert zemeckis film: starring tom hanks (12:15am)
St.Inkfinger: He's an industry icon (12:16am)
St.Inkfinger: Clint Howard is a master thesbian (12:23am)
The PodCast: is the Show. (12:24am)
St.Inkfinger: one would hope (12:25am)
The PodCast: One must Beelive. (12:30am)
St.Inkfinger: or at least have a passing curiosity. (12:32am)
St.Inkfinger: Wasn't the White Knight talking backwards? (12:34am)
St.Inkfinger: Everybody mambo! (12:59am)
St.Inkfinger: Heimdall (1:04am)
The PodCast: Fuck Gomplaints! (1:08am)
St.Inkfinger: Who's complaining? (1:08am)
The PodCast: Ize Know! (1:09am)
St.Inkfinger: snot eye (1:09am)
a robert zemeckis film: http://bit.ly/177bYit (1:20am)
The PodCast: A Robert Altman Film (1:26am)
The PodCast: What about Me Show? (1:26am)
at Chicken John's megalo-spectacle, The Fallen Cosmos show.
So, Puzzling Evidence, Karen Carpenter of rival RV show Nose Hair Lint
Gland and KrOB swung into action.
Featured was an authentic recording of the entirety of the last live Ask Dr.
Hal! Show at Viracocha in January of 2015.
And then... and then... matters took their course. At length, I dragged
myself in to try to get the program back on track.
Boy, did we go into some overtime.
Although the themes of his work were religious, his choice of symbols to
represent the temptation and eventual ensnarement of Man in earthly evils
caused many early critics to view Bosch as a practitioner of the occult arts.
More recent scholarship views Bosch simply as a talented artist who
possessed a deep insight into human character, and as one of the first to
represent abstract concepts in his work.
Next slide, please.
Chatroom History
February 13, 2015 10:00pm - 1:30am
Alan B.: Hmmm. Is this a rerun after all? (10:25pm)
Alan B.: Adulterated rerun. (10:35pm)
Alan B.: Gotta go. Take it easy, all. (10:56pm)
Grush Godd: This is the last live show at Veri-coacha, weeks ago... (11:21pm)
Alan B.: Back. Jesus. (11:36pm)
Alan B.: I'm dizzy....... (11:38pm)
Alan B.: Wait. Can see the least people!! (11:40pm)
St.Inkfinger: Am I too late (11:48pm)
Alan B.: And without pants (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: I'll take a triceritops any day (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: How did you know? (11:50pm)
St.Inkfinger: I still have my socks on though (11:51pm)
Alan B.: Rock on wid yur socks on! (11:56pm)
St.Inkfinger: Hmmm (11:57pm)
St.Inkfinger: I'm done rockin' for the night (11:58pm)
St.Inkfinger: froppin' in my socks (12:00am)
brooding noodler : thoughts for foodlin' (12:01am)
St.Inkfinger: usually happens after froppin' (12:02am)
Alan B.: SubGenius? (12:05am)
St.Inkfinger: What else? (12:06am)
St.Inkfinger: since 2000 (12:07am)
St.Inkfinger: We chatted on FB before. (12:08am)
The FBI: Chat Away. (12:14am)
St.Inkfinger: Does it come in a spray bottle? (12:14am)
a robert zemeckis film: starring tom hanks (12:15am)
St.Inkfinger: He's an industry icon (12:16am)
St.Inkfinger: Clint Howard is a master thesbian (12:23am)
The PodCast: is the Show. (12:24am)
St.Inkfinger: one would hope (12:25am)
The PodCast: One must Beelive. (12:30am)
St.Inkfinger: or at least have a passing curiosity. (12:32am)
St.Inkfinger: Wasn't the White Knight talking backwards? (12:34am)
St.Inkfinger: Everybody mambo! (12:59am)
St.Inkfinger: Heimdall (1:04am)
The PodCast: Fuck Gomplaints! (1:08am)
St.Inkfinger: Who's complaining? (1:08am)
The PodCast: Ize Know! (1:09am)
St.Inkfinger: snot eye (1:09am)
a robert zemeckis film: http://bit.ly/177bYit (1:20am)
The PodCast: A Robert Altman Film (1:26am)
The PodCast: What about Me Show? (1:26am)
THE VAMPIRE BAT AND SEX MANIAC
February 6, 2015 10:00pm
Plans change, rain falls and the postponement to next week, of the live
show Dr. H. Owll had signed up to be in, left him free--- free to watch monster
movies on his show, brokered by Puzzling Evidence.
And so it was, first The Vampire Bat (1933) with Lionel Atwill, Melvyn
Douglas, Dwight Frye and the haunting Fay Wray among others. Hear our
spontaneous reactions.
Then stay with us as we encounter the far more disjointed and bizarre
Sex Maniac (1934), based on Poe's "The Black Cat" with references to his
"Murders in the Rue Morgue" --also containing numerous gratuitous scenes
of women lounging around in their lingerie.
Outside, the rain fell heavily and strong winds howled.
Inside, we folded into our podcast two strange, compelling films, both
with the persistent subtext of the creation of artificial life.
How rewarding life, and even artificial life, can be...
show Dr. H. Owll had signed up to be in, left him free--- free to watch monster
movies on his show, brokered by Puzzling Evidence.
And so it was, first The Vampire Bat (1933) with Lionel Atwill, Melvyn
Douglas, Dwight Frye and the haunting Fay Wray among others. Hear our
spontaneous reactions.
Then stay with us as we encounter the far more disjointed and bizarre
Sex Maniac (1934), based on Poe's "The Black Cat" with references to his
"Murders in the Rue Morgue" --also containing numerous gratuitous scenes
of women lounging around in their lingerie.
Outside, the rain fell heavily and strong winds howled.
Inside, we folded into our podcast two strange, compelling films, both
with the persistent subtext of the creation of artificial life.
How rewarding life, and even artificial life, can be...
THIS IS A RECORDING
January 30, 2015 10:00pm
Dr. H. Owll could not be in the studio during this episode.
He was in "Chicken" John's huge and confusing specatcle, The Fallen
Cosmos.
(And, next week he'll be in the last two nights of that extravaganza as
well, also unable to be present on Radio Valencia.)
That's when Puzzling Evidence, KrOB and even Pete Goldie stepped
into the breach. Not uttering a word into the microphones, which they seem
to find distasteful, they produced a substitute "radio" show entirely spliced
together from recorded bits of this and that, tag-ends, remnants, outtakes
and trims, various sound effects and music cues-- an inventory from their
ever-present laptops, I-phones and I-pods.
Oh, old Dr. Howll was "on there," just the same, now himself another
recorded snippet. Quite a snippet, too, as we hear. Perhaps you'll enjoy that
selfsame snippet.
Then, hours afterward, footsore and weary (you try to stay on your feet
for three hours explaining The Garden of Earthly Delights to an indifferent,
uninterested crowd of so-called hipsters!), Dr. H. limped into the room,
present and accounted for indeed after making his weary way there from
Chicken's big wing-ding.
So there was a little bit that was "live" at the end.
And what an end, too. The program finally concluded after running way
over! After going on, and on...
Next week: more of the same!
He was in "Chicken" John's huge and confusing specatcle, The Fallen
Cosmos.
(And, next week he'll be in the last two nights of that extravaganza as
well, also unable to be present on Radio Valencia.)
That's when Puzzling Evidence, KrOB and even Pete Goldie stepped
into the breach. Not uttering a word into the microphones, which they seem
to find distasteful, they produced a substitute "radio" show entirely spliced
together from recorded bits of this and that, tag-ends, remnants, outtakes
and trims, various sound effects and music cues-- an inventory from their
ever-present laptops, I-phones and I-pods.
Oh, old Dr. Howll was "on there," just the same, now himself another
recorded snippet. Quite a snippet, too, as we hear. Perhaps you'll enjoy that
selfsame snippet.
Then, hours afterward, footsore and weary (you try to stay on your feet
for three hours explaining The Garden of Earthly Delights to an indifferent,
uninterested crowd of so-called hipsters!), Dr. H. limped into the room,
present and accounted for indeed after making his weary way there from
Chicken's big wing-ding.
So there was a little bit that was "live" at the end.
And what an end, too. The program finally concluded after running way
over! After going on, and on...
Next week: more of the same!
THE DAEMON OF THE FLOWER
January 23, 2015 10:00pm
Not as the plants and flowers of Earth, growing peacefully beneath a
simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling
in double dawns; tossing tumultuously under vast suns of jade-green and
balas-ruby orange; swaying and weltering in rich twilights, in aurora-curt-
ained nights, they resembled fields of rooted serpents that dance eternally
to an other-world music.
Strangely enough, even though KrOB and Puzzling Evidence visited
the studio in corporeal, physical form, neither would deign to lend his voice
or commentary to the Show, despite repeated exhortations.
At one point, an incongruous, squealing sound effect was audible in
sudden cry, unneccessarily interpolated into Dr. Howll's presentation, shot
into the mix sportively by KrOB.
But no voice spoke to punctuate this fragmentary violation. And live
recitation from the show host continued, as the only alternative interposed
between the lengthy cascades of recordings, largely documented echoes of
other preserved shows diuturnally dead from earlier cycles.
No extra half hour was required, this time, for this iteration, which ended
at the proper temporal terminus; but had there been listeners, their ears would
have heard the two outliers break the snaky, Mesmeric fascination of their
laptops, seize the microphones and the studio, and, coming into their own,
produce the longed-for hybrid of past, present and future influences, a gift to
lay upon the flower-strewn sacrificial altar of an unknown god.
simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling
in double dawns; tossing tumultuously under vast suns of jade-green and
balas-ruby orange; swaying and weltering in rich twilights, in aurora-curt-
ained nights, they resembled fields of rooted serpents that dance eternally
to an other-world music.
Strangely enough, even though KrOB and Puzzling Evidence visited
the studio in corporeal, physical form, neither would deign to lend his voice
or commentary to the Show, despite repeated exhortations.
At one point, an incongruous, squealing sound effect was audible in
sudden cry, unneccessarily interpolated into Dr. Howll's presentation, shot
into the mix sportively by KrOB.
But no voice spoke to punctuate this fragmentary violation. And live
recitation from the show host continued, as the only alternative interposed
between the lengthy cascades of recordings, largely documented echoes of
other preserved shows diuturnally dead from earlier cycles.
No extra half hour was required, this time, for this iteration, which ended
at the proper temporal terminus; but had there been listeners, their ears would
have heard the two outliers break the snaky, Mesmeric fascination of their
laptops, seize the microphones and the studio, and, coming into their own,
produce the longed-for hybrid of past, present and future influences, a gift to
lay upon the flower-strewn sacrificial altar of an unknown god.
BLACK SUNDAY, ON FRIDAY AND SATURDAY
January 16, 2015 10:00pm
An extra half hour was required for this presentation, in which we finally
reached the long-awaited semi-simulcast of Mario Bava's unearthly horror
film with John "Tumak" Richardson and the supernaturally visaged Barbara
Steele, thanks to a tech assist from visiting Monster of Radio Puzzling Evidence.
It was a bumpy ride getting there, however, as can perhaps be heard...
Visiting studio guest Dr. Penny and companion Kat experienced a "Bob"
-related Epiphany sometime during the event, causing consideable peturbations
in the Noosphere. Or perhaps it was the wine?
For reference consult Coleridge, Samuel T., "Christabel," and Ackerman,
Forrest J. in FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND.
Somehow, we got through it all, despite a cacaphony of ranting, mumbling
and cavernous belches. Good vs. Evil-- who really wins?
reached the long-awaited semi-simulcast of Mario Bava's unearthly horror
film with John "Tumak" Richardson and the supernaturally visaged Barbara
Steele, thanks to a tech assist from visiting Monster of Radio Puzzling Evidence.
It was a bumpy ride getting there, however, as can perhaps be heard...
Visiting studio guest Dr. Penny and companion Kat experienced a "Bob"
-related Epiphany sometime during the event, causing consideable peturbations
in the Noosphere. Or perhaps it was the wine?
For reference consult Coleridge, Samuel T., "Christabel," and Ackerman,
Forrest J. in FAMOUS MONSTERS OF FILMLAND.
Somehow, we got through it all, despite a cacaphony of ranting, mumbling
and cavernous belches. Good vs. Evil-- who really wins?
HE KNOWS ABOUT IT ALL-- HE KNOWS, HE KNOWS!
January 9, 2015 10:00pm
The time has come to admit that after more than 2,000 years of back-and forth proofs
and counterproofs, any debate about the existence of God has reached an unsolvable
impasse. Here at Ask Dr. Hal! we have our own approach, a Church of the SubGenius-
brokered, so-called "War on God." Meanwhile, not far away, seething and murderous
fanatics are marshalling their forces to attack the Sunday School Picnic. We include
selections from Negativland's "It's All In Your Head," their new album (which comes
with a FREE Bible)! Omar Khayyam also makes a return appearance. But then, we
descend to almost Absolute Zero Radio, as the substitute Monster Movie precipitates
a calm-- a Dead Calm. Take that journey with us, and have your Reward here, not in
Heaven later.
BIFURCADUCKS AND HEXACATS
January 2, 2015 10:00pm
Experiments with mutation in programming and sound formation
have lately been conducted under the aegis of the Church of the
SubGenius. In particular, recent mutants of praxis have included the
double-teaming of the Creature From the Black Lagoon soundtrack
and the juxtaposing of Susumu Yokota's Symbol with archival Ohio
radio achievements. William Blake's Auguries of Innocence first
started us off. Followed live recapitulations from, and converse with
Rusty Rebar; KrOB came in, but he didn't plug in. No one will have
to look at drugs at 8:00 in the morning. It was all a day before the big
show, the one at Viracocha on Saturday night... Well, we broke the
curse, had a good crowd, even made a profit. Hear it here prefigured.
