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The chat room your parents warned you about!

Since the fall of 1996, the Church of the SubGenius has held weekly online Devivals on Internet Relay Chat, meeting every Sunday evening at 9 PM Dallas time (10 PM Eastern, 7 PM Pacific). The IRC Devivals have been a smashing success, and a number of the greatest celebrities in our Church have become regular participants each week. Such luminaries as Popess Lilith von Fraumench, Dr. Onan Canobite, Pastor Craig, Reverend Ivan Stang, Reverend Modemac, Sister Decadence, Jesus Christ and Mary Magdalen, Papa Joe Mama, and many others have made the SubGenius IRC devivals an experience that has to be seen!

While the "official" IRC Devivals take place on Sunday evenings, you can find SubGeniuses on the IRC chat at any time of the day or night. There are lots of lurkers there, too.


There are several ways to connect to our chat:

  • Our newest method is the Mibbit javascript approach, which should work on almost any browser. Click HERE to try it. If that doesn't work, try going straight to the TAPHOUSE SERVER CHAT.
  • We offer a Java client that connects from your web browser. Click HERE to try it.
  • You can also connect using an IRC client such as mIRC, Ircle, or XChat. Click HERE if you already have an IRC Client.
  • Those of you using the Mozilla Web browser can use the IRC Chat option to reach IRC, simply by launching Chatzilla (it's in the "tools" menu, if you have it) and typing the command /attach, then /join #subgenius.
  • If you are using a Unix shell account (an endangered species), then IRC is probably included as part of the shell, and you will only have to type "IRC" on the command line. Be sure to set your selected IRC server to, and join the channel #subgenius.

IRC Devival Logs:

We used to keep all the logs of these amazing IRC "jams" here, partly so that we could decipher what the hell we were all talking about and if there was anything incredibly holy accidentally spouted, but it's JUST TOO MUCH. So we're sporadic. It's a living spew, it can't be tied down.

In case you're wondering what happens in our Sunday night devivals, however, logs of past IRC devivals can be found below (not in any particular order, although it may sometimes seem like it):

File Date Author
06-04-00 June 4, 2000 Friday Jones
3-23-2000 March 23, 2000 Friday Jones
4-30-2000 April 30, 2000 unknown
4-4-2000 April 2, 2000 Friday Jones
IRC_subgenius_01_23_00 January 23, 2000 Friday Jones
subgenius_61800 June 18, 2000 Ivan Stang
subgenius_71600 July 16, 2000 Ivan Stang
subgenius_73000 July 30, 2000 Ivan Stang
X0001_10-13-log October 13, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0001_10-5-96_Fridays_IRC October 5, 1996 Friday Jones
X0001_subgenius_IRC_log_6- June 30, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0002_10-13-Pt.2_ October 13, 1996 Ivan stang
X0002_10-6_Stang_log1 October 6, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0003_10-14-Pt.3 October 14, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0003_10-6-2 October 6, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0003_7-21-96 July 21, 1996 Friday Jones
X0004_10-6-96_Fridays_IRC October 6, 1996 Friday Jones
X0004_11-3-96-1 November 3, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0004_7-28-96 July 28, 1996 Modemac
X0005_11-3-96-2 November 3, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0005_8-11-96 August 11, 1996 Modemac
X0005_9-29-2subgenius September 26, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0006_11-3-96-3 November 3, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0006_8-25-96_IRC_1 August 25, 1996 Friday Jones
X0006_9-29subgenius-galaxy September 29, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0007_8-25-96_IRC_2 August 25, 1996 Friday Jones
X0007_92996-Friday September 29, 1996 Friday Jones
X0007_IRC_Wedding unknown Pee Kitty
X0008_81996 August 19, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0008_slack_11396_p.1 November 3, 1996 Friday Jones
X0009_9-1-96 September 1, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0009_slack_11396_p.2 November 3, 1996 Friday Jones
X0010_9-1-96-2 September 1, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0010_subg_101396 October 13, 1996 Friday Jones
X0011_9-15-96_slackA September 15, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0011_subg_11396_p.1 November 3, 1996 Friday Jones
X0012_9-15-96-A September 15, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0012_subg_11396_p.2 November 3, 1996 Friday Jones
X0013_9-22subgenius September 22, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0014_9-8-96_1 September 8, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0015_9-8-96_2 September 8, 1996 Ivan Stang
X0016_91596subgenius September 15, 1996 Friday Jones
X0017_91596_slack September 15, 1996 Friday Jones
X0018_9296 September 2, 1996 Friday Jones
X0019_9996 September 9, 1996 Friday Jones
X0020_Channel_subgenius_2 unknown Ivan Stang
X0021_Channel_subgenius_2- unknown Ivan Stang
X0025_SubG_IRC_8-4-96 August 4, 1996 unknown

Avoiding Chatroom Trauma:

(written long ago, not entirely relevant today)

Remember the first time you logged onto a "chat room" crammed with 25 people all typing much faster than you can even TALK, but in Martian? And being barraged from all directions at once with helpful suggestions couched in seemingly insane gibberish? And then just when you thought you had a clue, five new windows spontaneously stacked up on your screen, as five different people sent you private messages, while maddening sound effects chirped and bubbled madly from your speakers? And you suffered pure sensory overload and a panicky feeling, like your home was being invaded by crazy people?

And you never tried it again?

In the unprepared, IRC can produce ever-accelerating, snowballing levels of confusion. But some folks get a "rush" from that confusion, just as some enjoy jumping out of planes or having themselves lashed to the back of an enraged bull.

To millions of people, AOL's baffling array of chat rooms IS the Internet. It's the first thing on the Net that they saw, and, like a newly hatched duckling who thinks the first object it sees is its mother, they haven't left it since. Of course, everybody except the very rich eventually graduates from AOL into the real Internet and its deeper, faster, infinitely more esoteric IRC realms, where sentences are longer than three words and nobody endlessly repeats the sentiment, "kewl."

This is where you encounter the dreaded hard core IRCers (rhymes with lurkers and irkers). The minute you land in their midst they must show off their respective bags of tricks and, using their impenetrable jargon, urge you to do scary-sounding things to your computer's innards. (If they try to "give you ops" don't be offended. It's not a disease; they're only trying to share control over the room.) You think REGULAR computer geeks are incomprehensible? You'll be hard pressed to find ANY English words in use by IRC junkies.

IRCers staunchly defend their addiction as being as "real" as real-life face to face conversation, conveniently forgetting the obvious fact that their faces cannot be punched over a modem. You will at first scorn them, and then pity them. Eventually you will probably become one of them, because, like a drug, one hit leads to another and the next thing you know, you live for the hard stuff.


(We are aware that some of you do not wish to retain your sanity. We are also aware that some of you don't have any left to retain. Regardless, the rest of you may be interested in this ancient article written by Stang about IRC. It's an old article, and therefore mostly out of date, but it goes a long way towards putting the "classic" IRC logs in context.)

    Be ready for way too many people "talking" at once, forcing the screen to scroll too fast for readability, with half a dozen separate conversations interwoven in a jumbled mess. The easiest way to deal with this is to focus on only one or two people, ignoring the rest. If you are seized with something to say, just DIVE IN -- ignore ALL the rest, type and send happily away as if you were king of the world, then sit back and wait for any reactions.
    Most programs let you save all that text that's flashing by. Don't even try to make any sense out of it while it's happening; come back to the log later to decipher just what the hell they were talking about. Chat logs can also be good for mining surrealism from chaos when, entirely by coincidence, two conversations which actually had nothing to do with one another, appear to relate in bizarre, synchronistic ways!
    IRC is glitchier than the slower, more methodical and rational media like newsgroups and email. A pigeon gets electrocuted on a phoneline in Peoria, or somebody trips over a wire at a server in New Zealand, and suddenly all your newfound buddies are gone from your life forever. Go into it fully expecting that you WILL get hung up on, cut off, marooned in the twilight zone with one or two other baffled individuals, and that your gear will crash resoundingly... or all combined. 75% of the people will suddenly disappear and you'll find yourself in a much smaller room, wondering if you missed The Rapture. (This phenomenon is known by the vaguely obscene term, "netsplit.") Or your server will rudely hang up on you, but you don't know it, so you sit there blithely blabbering away to yourself, wondering why everyone else is so respectfully silent. Worse yet, there are more than one "Internets" in this realm. There's an Overnet and an Undernet and a DALnet, each with their own chat worlds. And each server's behavior changes from day to day, like a psychotic's. One that worked great last night may be a bucking bronco tonight, pitching you off every 3 minutes. Or it may just keel over dead and disappear entirely. DON'T try to understand it. That way lies madness. Just chalk it up to sunspots.
    You may blunder into a place where they treat you like dirt, then shove you out into the cold. Well, it's theirs.
    If your name in any way indicates that even one of your body parts might be remotely female, you'll get the inevitable "Wanna do some cyber?" To that horny guy on the other end, the monospaced text font representing you on his screen looks better than Marilyn Monroe. You can take advantage of that. You might enjoy stringing the poor guy along. Tell him you're in his city and that you'll meet him at the McDonalds near the Mall at 5 in the morning.
    You know how you can attach art files, games, etc. to email? That can be done person to person via IRC too. It can scare the living daylights out of you when unexplained files that might, in your paranoid mind, be deadly viruses suddenly try to pour themselves into your machine. Usually it's just that one of the IRCers is sending you, say, a sound file so that when he types "I PUKE at you!," his puke sound emits from your box.
    As with any Internet medium, substance abusers and mean drunks should refrain from what (at the time) might seem like righteous flaming and knowing gossip. A week later, you may well get a copy of it from a perfect stranger, or your mom, and have your nose rubbed in it.
    'Nuff said.