We featured the debut of another Pat Novak episode to start off
our last show of the year. Treacherous dames, gangsters and
gunsels, served up in seasoned noir style by the ever-reliable
Pooh-Bah Players. It was a privilege.
Music of dope-smokers. Poetry of Whitman and de la Mare.
SubGenius X-Day reportage in situ from the X-Moment itself,
pantsless.
Then, after a while, we got around to the narration of PRC's "White
Gorilla" (Suit) Epic, White Pongo, starring Buster Crabbe and Julie
London. Encountering this material was of long interest to your
Editor; if the listeners were also diverted, we should find that
outcome agreeable.
Some of First Spaceship on Venus, known in Germany as Der
Schweigende Stern (The Silent Star) and in Poland under the
name Milcz ca Gwiazda, some of this, indeed, was added, but we
then closed up shop, forty minutes overtime.
We'll have to come back and try this another time if we want to
follow what happens when they land on the Morning Star.
Meanwhile, we're counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at
Viracocha again-- January 3rd!

The Siege of Belgrade in the 15th Century was documented by early 19th
Century newsman Alaric Alexander Watts, in his alliterative alphabetical
poem. So we threw that in.
But soon we, my stout companions and I-- we'll go on that diet after the
holidays --were engaged in a unique voyage through the High Frontier of
free-associative flight. Using the latest technical equipment, and also
benefiting from top scientific expert assistance, we iteratively broke
through barriers of standard thought and unimaginative rumination.
Featuring Karen Carpenter, Puzzling Evidence and KrOB.
Meanwhile, we're counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at
Viracocha again-- January 3rd! Will it be broadcast? The audio will
probably be good...

More tag-ends and remnants from X-Day Drill 2014, that disturbance in
the heart of existence. Join fanatical SubGenius "Savonarola" Stang as,
in desperation, he leads his torch-bearing minions against a creature
more fantastic than the human mind can encompass...
Among the ancient, overgrown trees, dire signs point to the presence of
an unimaginably malevolent force, unconfined, on the loose and ravening
for human blood. But this is no mere monster movie. Recorded on the spot.
Poetry, philosophy and Powers of Pedantry fill up the chinks between
the kinks. Ancillary material by Whitman McGowan, Gregory Peck, the late
Peter Sellers and others. Gags, novelties, Cosmic truths.
We often, in fact, call on a uniquely gifted group of performing ministers,
prophets, teachers and archivists, each the possessor of specific talents,
abilities, knowledge and techniques of the spirit. They present parables
and living examples to wean wee SubGeniuses away from doctrinal error,
credulity, superstition and fanaticism. Right from our studio.
Meanwhile, we're counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at
Viracocha again-- January 3rd!

Another Monster Movie, Lippert Pictures's 1959 oddity The Manster,
serves as the holiday centerpiece for this piquant Reloadio presentation.
With Puzzling Evidence. KrOB visited the studio too. Dr. H. Owll starts
with Keats but soon wallows in the obscurity of long-forgotten Pop
Culture, narrating the clumsy tale of a red-blooded Ugly American who
ultimately rips into two beings, after a lengthy indulgence in protracted
angst. Then, it's into the volcano for the bad one, a hairy and murderous
Pithecanthropus-type.
But the "fun" doesn't stop there, as we then visit a slice of The Evil Brain
from Outer Space before going our separate ways. Single-antenna'd Starman
battles deformed Marpetians ruled by the suitcase-dwelling Brain of Balazar.
With Tervo Ishii, Akira Mitsuwa and Koreyoshi Akasaka. Meanwhile, we're
counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at Viracocha again--
January 3rd!

I, Dr. H. Owll, became 64 years old on the day of this show.
The epigraph was Robinson Jeffers's poem, Vulture, a remnant
of the Rev. Baby Bear influence. This program then featured the
entirety of the 1959 German horror film, with commentary by Dr.
Howll, Puzzling Evidence and Pete Goldie, while excited fans
watched and listened at home. When the mysterious, obsessed
Dr. Ood (Horst Frank) arrived at the laboratory of Prof. Abel and
Dr. Burke and volunteered to help the former with his experiments,
the professor was working in some unusual directions, including
keeping the detached head of a dog alive on an operating table for
several days. This process is technically known, among mad
scientists, as Perfusion. Through plot developments, Prof. Abel
awoke from an operation to find himself now a living severed head,
perfused by laboratory apparatus. Dr. Ood next contacted one Irene
Sanders, a hunchbacked nurse and former patient of Dr. Burke's,
and completed his plans to replace her body with that of an
attractive nightclub stripper. Unusually, for movies like this, the
operation was a spectacular success, though some may prefer the
stripper's original head. A mysterious pipe-smoking man also
prominently figures in the plot... Birthday festivities conclude with
a blow-by-blow account of The Day Time Ended (1979), or at least
the good parts.
Again, deranged “edits” segue into a cascade of echoing glossolaliac
madness, the voicing of lyric ruminations from the free-falling brains
of disintegrating personalities.
Counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at Viracocha
again-- January 3rd!

A SubGenius Load, with a vengeance.
Deranged “edits” segue into a cascade of echoing glossolaliac
madness, the voicing of lyric ruminations from the free-falling brains
of disintegrating personalities.
And some people, demented individuals, obsessively record every
word and squealing sound effect. Of course, you may just hate it.
With: Poetry recitations from Dr. Hal and Rev. Baby Bear and a
live studio visit by Puzzling Evidence. More news coverage by Ace
reporter Carol Denney. More of Ivan Stang. And is Too Much, in every
case, always Better Than Not Enough?
Counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at Viracocha
again-- January 3rd!

The Kraken and the Great Sea Serpent make an appearance, along
with Dr. P. Goldie, who provides a review of recent widely-publicized
Space Science experiments. With: Whitman McGowan, Peter Sellers,
Professor Elemental, Rev. Baby Bear, Princess Wei R. Doe and Ivan
Stang. News writing by reporter Carol Denney.
Counting down to the upcoming live show: ADH at Viracocha
again-- January 3rd!

Everyone in my neighborhood these days only looks down at the glowing Distraction Box he or she
carries at all times.
That's why they miss some of the stranger denizens, who used to be only glimpsed making their
stealthy rounds as I took my late-night walks. Now they're out in force, even by day, emboldened, since
nobody can see them. Explained on the show.
In addition, pedantry, poetry, much of Stang and the Gang. Puzzling Evidence sits in, helps make a
crisp ending. Breaking News: ADH at Viracocha again-- January 3rd!

Halloween, and a re-run.
The owl Archimedes, familiar of Merlin the Enchanter, is the Psychopomp who takes us, in the initial reading, to the undiscovered country of Kennaquhair, whose latitude is 91 degrees North and longitude 181 degrees West, the domain and demesne of Athene, Goddess of Wisdom. There we observe the lives of the trees, at thirty years a minute, and then the lives of the rocks at two million years a second. All thanks to Terence Hanbury White.
From the sublime... to elswhere, as we feature St. Andrew the Impaled's telling performance, from X-Day 17, of his lyric, "Low Standards."
Also with Baby Bear, Professor Elemental, Spy Emerson, Rusty Rebar and DJ Female Convict Scorpion ("Bill Cosby Talks to Kids about Drugs").
An a capella rendition, better unremarked and forgotten, emits from Dr. Hal as, tormented, he channels Frank and Nancy Sinatra's "Life's a Trippy Thing" ("Gettin' Stoned on Sunshine").
Then there's the Techie who Looks Through my Windw. What to do?
NEXT WEEK: Mo' Show...

A special sound mix accompanies Dr. Hal's recorded reading of Brian Aldiss's story
The Legend of Smith's Burst. Then the Studio Gang arrives and (ultimately) finds its way
on to the microphones.
"Doc" Goldie pours the wine, and the evening expannds like a contented stomach.
Electoral prospects are the meat for our well-rounded round-table discussion.
Next week: Re-runsville, since Halloween is too big to be avoided.

"And while the Poem on the Show was read,
Nestled with Music in its new-made Bed,
Then came the jangling Telephone, and, Lo!
'Twas Michael Peppe in the Poem's stead.

"Such Chaos then did Peppe there create,
The Poem fled, and sought another Date,
Perhaps an unborn Broadcast yet to come,
Perhaps to nothingness, if thus its Fate.

"Meanwhile did Puzzling and KrOB come in,
Usurped the Board, and added crazy din
To change the Show, unutterably, and
Tacked on two extra Hours-- or, were they Djinn?

"Ah, me! So often will the Show be turned,
As if by baleful Magic, all aim spurned,
Against the fleeting Dreams of Dr. Hal,
To be a New Thing-- all-too-often learned!"

A solitary effort, despie the hovering presence, later on, of Puzzling Evidence in the studio.
Absorbed in his laptop, he never accepted the invitation to come to the microphone.
A mélange of music and poetic fragments, the show also contains a call from a distant fan.
Keep those calls coming, folks!
And the wild wings were raised above her folded head, and the soft feathered voice was
flying through the house as though the she-bird praised. And all the elements of the slow fall
rejoiced, that a man knelt alone in the cup of the vales.

"She, to whose person paradise adher'd,
As courts to princes; she, whose eyes enspher'd
Star-light enough t' have made the South control,
(Had she been there) the star-full Northern Pole;
She, she is gone; she is gone; when thou knowest this,
What fragmentary rubbish this world is
Thou knowest, and that it is not worth a thought;
He honours it too much that thinks it nought."
--John Donne
As Doktor Reverend Baby Bear wanders far away, among the stars,
Dr. Hal, robot-like, curates a show of SubGenius odds and ends, an
automaton without soul or inspiration.
Some of those bits are pretty funny, though.
No one else is present in the yawning void; no one comes into the
studio to visit, this time.
Except KrOB, at the very, very end.
Next week: more fun!

Doktor Reverend Baby Bear appears for her final three hours of radio on Dr. Hal's show.
But in come Puzzling Evidence, KrOB and Karen Carpenter of NHLG-- and pretty soon,
they've plugged their Infernal Devices into the board-- and her voice must contend with an
overwhelming wash of sound effects and snarky clips.
Still, as always, she does more than hold her own.
After the show concludes she tries to stay on for the AfterShow, but the Noise Avalanche
roars louder than she cared to prevail against...
Since then, the fans have all weighed in on her favor.
So ends her conquest of Left Coast Bay Area Radio, and whatever "Radio" Valencia is.
And now she's gone.
Some say she'll return, but they say that about Jesus, too, and both returns require an
Apocalypse, don't they?

This show, only this show, We are truly more than happy to declare That the Guest with whom this special show we share Is the Reverend Baby Bear. This show, only this show, No one else dropped by to share our bill of fare-- Just one other was there with me on the air-- It was the Reverend Baby Bear. Hear, hear us conversing, Hear us rehearsing For next time; Hear, hear us dispensing All we're condensing On line. This Show, only this show, We are truly more than happy to declare That the Guest with whom this special show we share Is the Reverend Baby Bear.

Chatroom History
September 19, 2014 10:00pm - 1:30am

Dr. Penny: Wow, that really must've been a lot of sawing of wood to build that big ark. (10:05pm)
Dr. Penny: Praise that sweeeeeet name of Bob!!!!!!!!!! (10:07pm)
spy emerson: can't hear her!! (10:12pm)
spy emerson: boyo (10:17pm)
spy emerson: subgenius power (10:18pm)
spy emerson: activate!!!! (10:18pm)
??: Why does he insist on complaining about the internet when that's how his audience actually hears him? (10:19pm)
spy emerson: google glassholes (10:19pm)
spy emerson: skin flute (10:20pm)
spy emerson: sasssafrasssss (10:20pm)
spy emerson: david BOTTOMS? (10:21pm)
Dr. Penny: I hear the show due to slack. (10:22pm)
spy emerson: ooohHHhh ... the girl can poem. sweet. (10:24pm)
spy emerson: i am suffering (10:26pm)
??: Baby Bear is right about that thing abt being their own tormentors/ (10:29pm)
??: she correct to question it. (10:30pm)
Dr. Penny: The head certainly is bloody, especially during period sex. (10:35pm)
spy emerson: blow me. (10:38pm)
spy emerson: HEY!!!! HAL...... (10:41pm)
spy emerson: THE PHONE IS OFF THE HOOK!!!!! (10:41pm)
Observing: He sounds busy. (10:44pm)
spy emerson: hallllllll (10:47pm)
Observing: Perhaps he'll listen to her advice abut that knee. (10:56pm)
Observing: Well, eternallife on this earth is a different thing than eternal life elsewhere, Babay Bear. Hal might inform her of this. Mebbe. He ought to. (11:07pm)
Alan B.: Eternal vampyric life would probably suck, but being a de-balled, lobotomized resident of Jesus' Heaven with my dead Mom and dog would probably rock. (11:13pm)
Alan B.: Sweaty yeti. (11:28pm)
Sesame Street alien: being a lobotomized vampire running around after women like reanimated JFK would at least be entertaining for someone else. (11:34pm)
spy emerson: its busy!!! (11:35pm)
spy emerson: the phone IS OFF THE HOOK!!!!! (11:35pm)
spy emerson: hey, someone else is using my name on here!!! (11:36pm)
spy emerson: imposter (11:36pm)
spy emerson: poser spy (11:36pm)
Spy Imposter: Hey! (11:37pm)
Spy Imposter: Calm down! You now have an imposter, here. Isn't that becalming? (11:43pm)
spy emerson: hal!! can you mention a few things!!?? (11:49pm)
spy emerson: 1. the people's climate march in oakland at lake merit this SUNDAY. lucky and i will be there (11:49pm)
Observing: He seems busy. (11:49pm)
spy emerson: and also... i have an indiegogo campaign for the hook-up truck (11:50pm)
spy emerson: HEY HAL!! (11:50pm)
spy emerson: yes i did! (11:53pm)
spy emerson: i dis (11:54pm)
spy emerson: cause its BUSY (11:54pm)
spy emerson: do it baby bear!! (11:54pm)
spy emerson: yes (11:55pm)
Spy Emerson: be sure to throw your money away on my kcikstarter (11:55pm)
Spy Emerson: ' cause there's nothing like a joke without a punchline (11:55pm)
Spy Emerson: Hey can you hear me? I'm on the radio plugging shit so people look at me! (11:56pm)
Observing: Ah, she's managed to get through the distractions. (11:57pm)
spy emerson: Hey, there's another imposter using my name (11:58pm)
Alan B.: Slander! (11:59pm)
Alan B.: Give a fuck in the Fuck Truck. (12:00am)
vj pussycat: Don't call it that (12:01am)
spy emerson: bully on the chat box (12:01am)
spy emerson: a powerless little nerd (12:02am)
vj pussycat: Will the real spy emerson please stand up (12:02am)
spy emerson: that me (12:03am)
spy emerson: be (12:03am)
spy emerson: I'm an ARTIST! (12:03am)
spy emerson: thats the bully (12:03am)
vj pussycat: Where? (12:04am)
spy emerson: there! (12:04am)
vj pussycat: The one sitting down (12:04am)
spy emerson: if you shoot, you might hit the wrong one (12:05am)
vj pussycat: I think the bully is gone (12:05am)
Alan B.: Pime Taradox (12:06am)
vj pussycat: Existential isn't it (12:07am)
spy emerson: the bully is posting as me. not gone. (12:08am)
spy emerson: I'm going back to when people cared about The Hookup Truck (12:08am)
spy emerson: you are a mean person (12:08am)
spy emerson: obviously you have nothing yourself going on (12:08am)
spy emerson: so you pose as me and say mean things (12:08am)
??: What's so "bullying" about calling it a "Fuck Truck" ? Maybe that was intended as a positive. (12:09am)
spy emerson: I decide what is mean and that's art too (12:09am)
??: Oh, that makes a lot of sense. (12:10am)
vj pussycat: I always liked that name for it. Spy expressed it not be called that. (12:10am)
spy emerson: IM LOGGING OFF!! GOODBYE fucking asshole bully posing as me. (12:10am)
??: I didn;t call it that, but it seemed complimentary to me. (12:11am)
Alan B.: It was said with tolerance. (12:11am)
??: Right, exactly. (12:11am)
vj pussycat: Is ?? The bully? (12:11am)
spy emerson: SOMEONE IS POSTING AS ME, SPY EMERSON (12:11am)
??: I didn;t call it a "Fuck Truck" initially, I was repeating the comment. (12:11am)
spy emerson: THEY ARE BIENG VERY MEAN (12:12am)
spy emerson: fuck truck is totally fine. (12:12am)
Alan B.: I promise you that I'm an asshole but only under this abbreviated name, and not at Ms. Emerson's expense. (12:12am)
spy emerson: posing as me is not ok. (12:12am)
??: Which are you saying is mean, the posing or the "fuck Truck" matter? (12:12am)
vj pussycat: Cool. I like it better. Probably not as marketable tho (12:12am)
spy emerson: posting under my name is mean (12:12am)
??: Yes, well, that does seem to have stopped, unless you are the imposter. (12:13am)
Alan B.: I have other thoughts about what kinds of statements are mean . . . less said the better. (12:13am)
spy emerson: marketing is art too (12:13am)
spy emerson: THATS THE POSER (12:13am)
??: the one who said marketing? (12:13am)
spy emerson: THERE! (12:13am)
??: well, the name of the truck was more interesting, however; what is the name of the vehicle? (12:14am)
??: I am not posing as spy emerson, I am ?? (12:15am)
Puce schag on a sausge fest: Stop being mean! (12:15am)
vj pussycat: Yea Hal's right. Don't look at the chat (12:16am)
Copy"Bob": Operation: Cancel All Counterfeit Spys Commence (12:16am)
Puce schlag: Organizing "Sausage Fest 2014" (12:17am)
??: So, everyone give Spy Emerson validation. Go ahead. Hurry. She's upset. (12:17am)
??: Okay, I will do it: she has a vehicle that is not called a "Fuck Truck" but something more savory... what is it called? (12:18am)
??: Anyone? Okay, I will look it up to be certain. (12:20am)
Love Lorry: Am I the right answer? (12:20am)
??: She has obtained some notariety with a concept and, I believe, and actual vehicle, called "The Hook-Up Truck".. so... so... (12:21am)
??: So Fathom the Conecpt. (12:21am)
??: COncept. (12:21am)
STD Shack: I am certainly not the answer. (12:23am)
??: I mean, you know, Grasp the Idea. The Hook-Up Truck. Got it? (12:24am)
??: STD Shack? No, this thing is on wheeels, apparently, and run by petroleum products, but it's okay in this case. (12:24am)
??: It is no shack, it's a motor vehicle of some kind. (12:25am)
Connubial Carryall: This is a stretch. (12:26am)
??: (If you ask me, it's some manner of Truck... (12:26am)
??: That's oretty good, though. Connubial Carryall. (12:26am)
??: That made me laugh. (12:26am)
Fornication Flatbed: How about this one? (12:27am)
vj pussycat: Ooh good one ff (12:27am)
??: But now you're being "mean" so "lay off"... (12:27am)
??: That's not bad, either. (12:27am)
Wet-Spot Wagon: Now, this is geting silly. (12:28am)
??: Fornication Flatbed, ha ha. SOrry, but it's funny. Its just another way of plugging this Hook_uP Truck business, if only it might be seen that way. (12:28am)
vj pussycat: Lotion in motion (12:29am)
??: At least no one is calling it The Syphilis Cycle (12:29am)
vj pussycat: Haha (12:29am)
Johnny Potsmoker: That's excellent. (12:30am)
??: Gonerrhea Gogart would also be entirely inapropriate in plugging the thing. (12:30am)
vj pussycat: Stop it (12:30am)
??: GoCart, that is... (12:30am)
Exploitation Express: Said with love. LOVE. (12:31am)
??: Yes, LOVE (12:32am)
vj pussycat: Hal, did you go to sleep? Come back Hal! (12:32am)
??: LOVE, but she will not see it. (12:32am)
vj pussycat: Sexpress (12:33am)
??: Sexpress sounds like public transport. (12:33am)
Dr. Penny: Bob's slack is so great, he can't experience pain or distress. (12:33am)
Logorrhea Cha Cha Cha: But what are words for, if no one listens anymore? (12:34am)
vj pussycat: Pubic transport (12:34am)
Dr. Penny: Word, on public transit. (12:34am)
??: Pubic Transport, that's pretty good. (12:34am)
Dr. Penny: Those sperm sure get around. (12:35am)
Johnny Potsmoker: Agreed, that's sweet. And who can be unhappy when Peter Sellers is impersonating Jimmy Durante? (12:35am)
??: I guess ther is also the reknowned Metrosexual. (12:37am)
vj pussycat: Nah. Doesn't sound mobile (12:37am)
??: The New York Municipal Rubway. (12:37am)
Johnny Potsmoker: Tryst Trolly (12:37am)
Johnny Potsmoker: And if you go by yourself: Onanism Omnibus (12:38am)
vj pussycat: Sexportation (12:39am)
vj pussycat: Service (12:39am)
Dr. Penny: He said climactic. (12:39am)
??: Disney has, of course, The... Monorail (12:39am)
Johnny Potsmoker: MONORAIL! I LOVE IT! (12:40am)
??: Hal, we are making jokes, here, be fair. Are we complaining? (12:40am)
Dr. Penny: No need for a monorail when there in a two fisted tail. (12:40am)
Johnny Potsmoker: Let the beluga foreskin claim you, Baby Bear. (12:40am)
??: WHo is complaining? well, someone was complaining, true, but most of us are merely cracking jokes. (12:41am)
Johnny Potsmoker: That's easy: Logorrhea (12:41am)
vj pussycat: I was being serious ?? (12:41am)
Alan B.: I would never complain about show. (12:42am)
vj pussycat: Nor would I (12:43am)
Dr. Penny: More show good. (12:43am)
??: Someone ws complaining, true, and we all know who it was... the remainder were making harmless wise-cracks. Gosh. (12:43am)
Alan B.: How much could you get for the beluga foreskin couch? (12:44am)
Golddiggers of 2014: Brother, can you spare a dime? (12:45am)
Dr. Penny: Just hit the cervics big. (12:46am)
??: I feel ashamed for merely beng here. What on Earth am I doing here? Like a previous, actual complainer, I am signing off. My goodness. (12:46am)
So long, ma, : I'm off to join the cervix. (12:51am)

The owl Archimedes, familiar of Merlin the Enchanter, is the Psychopomp who takes us, in the initial reading, to the undiscovered country of Kennaquhair, whose latitude is 91 degrees North and longitude 181 degrees West, the domain and demesne of Athene, Goddess of Wisdom. There we observe the lives of the trees, at thirty years a minute, and then the lives of the rocks at two million years a second. All thanks to Terence Hanbury White. From the sublime... to elswhere, as we feature St. Andrew the Impaled's telling performance, from X-Day 17, of his lyric, "Low Standards." Also with Baby Bear, Professor Elemental, Spy Emerson, Rusty Rebar and DJ Female Convict Scorpion ("Bill Cosby Talks to Kids about Drugs"). An a capella rendition, better unremarked and forgotten, emits from Dr. Hal as, tormented, he channels Frank and Nancy Sinatra's "Life's a Trippy Thing" ("Gettin' Stoned on Sunshine"). Then there's the Techie who Looks Through my Windw. What to do? Next Week-- Baby Bear LIVE!

Chatroom History
September 12, 2014 10:00pm - 1:30am

earl: HAL, You are thinking of Will Smith (11:25pm)
Earl the Almost Imperfect: God give me.. strength! (11:26pm)
Earl the Almost Imperfect: But Sinatra was a tremendous drinker! (11:42pm)
Earl the Almost Imperfect: Except for ME-EEEEEEEEEE (11:47pm)
Earl the Almost Imperfect: Hey, it's really great to be here. (11:49pm)
Earl: This is confusing, whether contributions in this box or on the phone are of any importance to those participating in the studio. I shall go and contemplate this! Sayonaras! (12:10am)
What is this?: Yes pie (12:22am)
What is this?: I love pie (12:22am)
SPY: I need pie (12:23am)
SPY: I want pie (12:24am)
SPY: SPY (12:24am)
SPY: $PY (12:24am)
SPY: SPY PIE (12:25am)
$PY: This too... (12:25am)
$PY: blackberry (12:26am)
$PY: SEX CRUMB PIE (12:27am)
$PY: I WROTE IT! (12:28am)
$PY EMERSON: The faker.. (12:29am)
Dr Hal: Me too (12:29am)
SPY: Roofie Spy Pie (12:30am)
Pie: in the fickin' Spy Sky (12:30am)
Dr Hal : Must push button, must eat pie of Spy (12:31am)
$PY EMERSON: Pie for everyone! (12:31am)
$PY EMERSON: Pie for me (12:33am)
Kirk: Spock Pie (12:33am)
Cable: I've been put out (12:33am)
Cafe: This! (12:34am)
Hal: can't stand not being center of 'tension (12:35am)
And: Hal loves to watch (12:36am)
Earl: HAL< just put up an unsightly picture facing this neighbor you're complaining about. (12:36am)
Earl: Like a big drawing of an atomic explosion that you've crafed to look unpleasant. (12:36am)
Angst: is so prevalent (12:37am)
Craf: is the present of crafed (12:39am)
Earl: on the phone (12:40am)
Show: this is much better than the murderer discussion (12:40am)
God: Time for the naked Spy (12:41am)
Not: his idea of, he did not produce those films (12:45am)
$PY EMERSON: Time for naked god (12:45am)
Not: more than 1 dollar to get in thaetre (12:46am)
Not even SPY: Nope (12:51am)
$PY EMERSON: Not $PY (12:51am)
$PY EMERSON: Cool start rek sounds (12:51am)
Not even SPY: Hal Hal Hal (12:51am)
Not even SPY: How do I get super cool art babes to like me? (12:51am)
Not even SPY: I like thems.. (12:52am)
Try: being your self (12:54am)
Spy : left out on the cold (12:54am)
Not even SPY: This never works... (12:54am)
Not even SPY: Except for that one time...;) (12:55am)
Not even SPY: Always can (12:55am)
Anyone: can (12:55am)
Spy Emerson: I wanted to everyone to fully understand that my love of Jerry Lewis knows no boundaries. Jerry! Thank you. (12:55am)
Radio: is, save when it snot (12:56am)
Spy Emerson: loves Jeryy (12:56am)
Not even SPY: Noooooooo!.... (12:58am)
Spy Emerson Also: I know it's like me and Jerry sittin' in a tree (12:58am)
Some Kinda Spy: this is not broadcast, nor narrow, nor airie at all (12:59am)
Not even SPY: So many SPY's (12:59am)
Spy Emerson Also: K. I. S. S. I. N. G. (12:59am)
Not even SPY: Ready (12:59am)
Some Kinda Spy: and set (1:00am)
Spy Emerson Also: Smooching like crazy, me and JERRY!!! Yum. (1:00am)
Thank God: That's over (1:00am)
Not even SPY: I like kissing. (1:00am)
Hm: Gee, it sounds as if she especially likes kissing Jerry, huh? (1:01am)
Not even SPY: What's next? (1:01am)
RoboDJ: rules (1:01am)
Hm: Does she mean Jerry Lewis? Wow. Ok, night! Have fun with that. (1:01am)
RoboDJ: rules (1:02am)
Come over: And get me stoned .! (1:02am)
Kimona My House: stunned....we was stunned (1:03am)
SUre.: About what (1:06am)
Kimona My House: bout mo sho (1:14am)

Recovering from desperation and dessication in the Desert, Dr. Hal springs back to life in his first post-Burning Man radio show. Featured: after "The Owl and the Vulture," a poetick rumination, the ADH show debuts the third of the Pooh-Bah Players's Pat Novak for Hire radio detective series, "Ruben Calloway's Pictures." Hour of Slack No. 1477 excerpts provide post-14-X-Day ruminations. Whitman McGowan chimes in with "Bobs" from his Caught in the Act CD; we also hear "Hypatia" by Italo Calvino, from the Dr. Fiasco-produced Invisible Cities of Italo Calvino CD, performed by Dr. H. Owll. Another vulturine poem, the sublime "Under the Vulture Tree," by David Bottoms, precedes Whitman's "Unconfirmed Report" and "Be Nowhere Now," both from Caught in the Act. And Dr. Hal provides an a capella performance of "[Then I Know that I'd be] Satisfied with Life." KrOB, a drop-in visitor, helps round off the show with his usual technical finesse. No vultures were harmed during the making of this program.

Chatroom History
September 5, 2014 10:00pm - 1:30am

DrPantzFunkley: hooray (10:14pm)
DrPantzFunkley: join me in st louis for free drinks this hot september (10:14pm)
DrPantzFunkley: damn that was badass dame (10:26pm)
DrPantzFunkley: good evening dr hal, glad you are back! (10:29pm)
DrPantzFunkley: how was burning man? sorry i missed the first 15 minutes of the show (10:29pm)
DrPantzFunkley: =] (10:38pm)
DrPantzFunkley: yikes (10:38pm)
earl: okay DON'T stick up yout thumb. Gee, you're dumb." (10:41pm)
earl: Stang has taste regarding that ripped dress in King Dinosaur.. Good for him. (10:49pm)
earl: Oh, Hal, what did you ever hide under the seat while seeing? (10:53pm)
DrPantzFunkley: i'm here for you Hal - it was a hard week at the office and this is my favorite entertainment (11:03pm)
DrPantzFunkley: Long Live Radio (11:03pm)
DrPantzFunkley: indeed! RV is the best (11:04pm)
DrPantzFunkley: =[ (11:19pm)
DrPantzFunkley: well that's a bummer (11:19pm)
DrPantzFunkley: hah! (11:19pm)
DrPantzFunkley: they posted the exact stream in the #subgenius chat at Taphouse (11:20pm)
DrPantzFunkley: it might be up to 8 listeners =] (11:20pm)
DrPantzFunkley: have you been to almost all of them? (11:53pm)
DrPantzFunkley: haha (12:03am)
DrPantzFunkley: jack lord have mercy (12:03am)
DrPantzFunkley: hi krob (12:04am)
nexus006: Kroooob! (12:04am)
DJ MEOW: YAAAA Krob!! (12:05am)
Sesame Street alien: quien es mas macho (12:06am)
DrPantzFunkley: woohoo (12:07am)
DrPantzFunkley: DJ Meow (12:07am)
DrPantzFunkley: happy saturday (12:07am)
DJ MEOW: Oh ya!! (12:07am)
DrPantzFunkley: =] (12:08am)
Alan B.: Hung Dong Phooey (12:09am)
Alan B.: All Tomorrow's Particles (12:10am)
Alan B.: Planet of the Grape Ape (12:11am)
Alan B.: Grab a brew. Don't cost nothin'. (12:12am)
Alan B.: Mock out with your cloaca out. (12:12am)
Alan B.: Would the last FCC agent to leave please turn out the lights? (12:13am)
Alan B.: Russian hands and Roman fingers. (12:13am)
malderor: text (12:16am)
Alan B.: The Muddy Mudskipper Show! (12:16am)
Alan B.: Wilcommen to Boning Man. (12:17am)
malderor: man, the chatterbox sucks (12:17am)
malderor: how far (12:17am)
malderor: is it (12:17am)
malderor: from (12:17am)
malderor: finland (12:17am)
malderor: to (12:17am)
malderor: russia? (12:17am)
Alan B.: Any Russian will tell you Finland is already in Russia. (12:17am)
malderor: heh (12:18am)
Alan B.: Larry Harvey was a fag! He was too, you boys! One time I hung two-way mirrors in his pad in Brentwood. Came to the door in a dress. (12:19am)
malderor: what do the finns say? (12:19am)
malderor: the hell he was. (12:19am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/1lGJinp (12:20am)
Alan B.: Skeeters (1993) Trailer http://bit.ly/1lGJqDf (12:21am)
Alan B.: All loser cast (12:22am)
Alan B.: Spiders Movie Trailer (2013) http://bit.ly/1lGJz9S (12:23am)
Alan B.: Benefit - If I Owned a Midget [HD] http://bit.ly/1lGJKly (12:25am)
Alan B.: Alpha and Omega (12:25am)
Alan B.: They'll do anything for fifty bucks. http://bit.ly/1lGJSl0 (12:27am)
Alan B.: Bringing peace and understandign to the coloreds, or whatever. (12:28am)
Alan B.: Miss Collagen (12:29am)
Alan B.: Mary-Jane Rottencrotch (12:29am)
Alan B.: Never give up! http://bit.ly/1lGK6bS (12:31am)
Alan B.: S.I.B. http://bit.ly/1lGK8R5 (12:32am)
Alan B.: Pure energy http://bit.ly/1lGKiI8 (12:34am)
Alan B.: Procter & Gamble Mr Clean Commercial 1958 http://bit.ly/1lGKQxs (12:38am)
Alan B.: Banned Cartoons NTSC http://bit.ly/1lGL33H (12:40am)
Alan B.: There's no prob with "Fob." (12:46am)
Alan B.: Why Am I Mr. Pink? - Reservoir Dogs http://bit.ly/1lGLMlD (12:47am)
Alan B.: The Last Projector Changeover - STRAND Theatre, Ocean City, NJ 9/5/1988 http://bit.ly/1lGLWt5 (12:49am)
Alan B.: Thank you, Dr. Hal and KrOB. Have a good week. (12:51am)
Alan B.: Engage! (12:55am)

Dr. Hal is still on the Kobol playa learning the truth of the opera house, and Sherilyn Connelly, KrOB, Puzzling Evidence, and Pete Goldie are trapped in San Francisco due to an Icelandic volcano erupting inside BART. Meanwhile, Venus Flytrap can't think of the word "poi," and Johnny Fever just wants to get blazed back in his Winnie.



Chatroom History
August 29, 2014 10:00pm - 1:30am

DrPantzFunkley: what's going on (11:10pm)
DrPantzFunkley: woohoo - who's there (11:10pm)
DrPantzFunkley: Oddesy was the bomb (11:10pm)
DrPantzFunkley: there was a space game I used to play on a friends oddesy but can't remember any of the names or anything (11:11pm)
Sesame Street alien: so it's nineteen eighty what, two? (11:19pm)
DrPantzFunkley: good question, that's probably right (11:23pm)
DrPantzFunkley: `moon knight was cool (11:29pm)
DrPantzFunkley: at least had a cool costume (11:30pm)
DrPantzFunkley: is that KRob in the house? (11:31pm)
DrPantzFunkley: night fellas, thanks for the delectable audibles (11:46pm)
Sesame Street alien: The ten thousand things, / How long do any persist? / lol stupid TV (11:49pm)
Alan B.: Is this the Boning Man simulcast? (11:52pm)
Alan B.: Energy dense and protien-filled. (11:55pm)
Alan B.: Devolved (11:56pm)
Alan B.: from watching Twilight Zone (11:56pm)
Alan B.: to watching game shows. (11:56pm)
Alan B.: DEVO was right. (11:57pm)
Alan B.: Show me CUM! (11:57pm)
Alan B.: O, Heavenly Dog! (12:00am)
Alan B.: The film stars Benjean, billed here as Benji, Chevy Chase, Jane Seymour and Omar Sharif. (12:01am)
Alan B.: Here's Uncle Joe, he's a movin' kinda slow at the Junction. (12:01am)
Alan B.: Bababooey. (12:02am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/VWUNKX (12:03am)
Alan B.: A lie. (12:04am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/VWV40D (12:06am)
Alan B.: Keep. It. TOGETHER! (12:06am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/1vL2V21 (12:10am)
Alan B.: It will be like the end of "It's a Wonderful Life." (12:16am)
Alan B.: Daddy, teacher says, (12:17am)
Alan B.: every tiem (12:17am)
Alan B.: you drop (12:17am)
Alan B.: a Whip-It (12:17am)
Alan B.: cannister, an (12:17am)
Alan B.: angel gets its wings. (12:17am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/VWW8l3 (12:18am)
Alan B.: The corner of Police and Eat Streets (12:22am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/VWWwjD (12:24am)
Alan B.: http://bit.ly/VWWMPC (12:27am)
Alan B.: And the French. (12:28am)
Alan B.: Sacre bleu. (1:00am)
Alan B.: The brown note. (1:02am)

Hal was off being tortured by the Master for failing as Torgo, so Sherilyn Connelly, KroB, Puzzling Evidence, and eventually Pete Goldie dive into the Videodrome. The tone of the hallucinations is determined by the tone of the tape's imagery, and it just keeps going.


Chatroom History
August 22, 2014 10:00pm - 4:30am

nobodyouwantoknow: You blasphemous SubGenii must convert to Islam this very instant or I will decapitate every last one of you infidel puppies. (10:17pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Especially Mikey Peppy and Momma Joe Poppa and Puddling Evidence (10:19pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: K-Rob gets it first for being so damned scary. We will spare that mealy-mouth apologist Dr Hal for the time being. (10:26pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: All of you ( male, female or LBGWhatever ) will undergo genital mutilation before webehead your craniums. (10:30pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: If you don't have genitalia, we will desecrate your rectal orifice. If you do not possess such a ole, we will generate a generic saidsuch for you. (10:32pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: ole = hole in anglo-arabic (10:33pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: ole means something else in espagnole. Go figure. Then go disfigure yourself. Or else, we will decapitate you anyway, Muslim or not, you running puppies. Wimps. Sissies. Cowards. What's the matter, kitty got your tongue? (10:38pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: And if you're a judaic semite, we will circumcize you again, twice or even thrice, even if you do convert to the glory of All**. (10:43pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Before we behead you anyway... (10:43pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: And tyhat goes triple for you Mormons. (10:43pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: take tyhat ! and tyhat ! (10:44pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: BTW : that journalist we beheaded actually was a mannequin, suckas ! (10:46pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Stop The Show ! I want to get off ! (10:49pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: What fascinating drivel ! How do you do it ? (11:20pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Tonite's "Show" has hugely enhanced my auto-erotic asphyxiation. Thank you ! (11:21pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: Tonite's "Show" has hugely enhanced my auto-erotic ass-fixation ! Thank you ! (11:22pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: On behalf of Robin Williams, I thank you again... please untie the know now, please... Please ? Somebody help me, please ! Gurgle... (11:24pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: know = know... cain't your thilly word-processor type write? (11:24pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: know = know... cain't your thilly word-pwothessor type white? (11:25pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: know = knot dammit (11:25pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: that's better, dammit anyway... (11:25pm)
nobodyouwantoknow: apparently you agree with me, or else you don't understand a word I'm writing (11:26pm)
Animal Motivation Speech: I, here on the sidelines, have no clue. (11:35pm)

Dedicated to Vulture Goddess Nekhbet, this episode flies on broad pinions through poetry to archival japery. Spy Emerson, Sarah Szczechowicz Goldie and Puzzling Evidence (the latter unheard, but present) take up temporary residence in the Studio, while the action at Bruno's down below registers as boiling hot. Past, future and present impossible worlds that never were are featured. Music of Susumu Yokota, Alyssa B. Osborne and the Andrews Sisters with Bing Crosby, among others. Nekhbet, great one, Goddess of the Upper Kingdom, have favor upon your humble supplicant and make the desire of his heart come into being. Feast on the liver of my doubts and fears; let me love unselfishly in the shelter of your wings. With Wadjet thy Companion, I beseech thy mercy as well, O other Netby, She of the Two Ladies! Without thy help my soul will be devoured, Noble Ones. In art, Nekhbet was depicted as a vulture, according to some a Griffon Vulture (Gyps fulvus), though Arielle P. Kozloff opines that the Vultures seen in New Kingdom art images, better resemble the blue-tipped beaked, loose skinned Nubian Lappet-Faced Vulture (Torgos tracheliotos)... This show is also for one of the Muu, the lovely priestess in her robe of Egyptian vulture feathers. We hope she likes it. And now, into the broiling Desert for the next two or three shows... Again, this Show is followed by Puzzling Evidentiary K-Robbery of indefinite length.