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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Friday's chat log for February 04, 2005 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bubba's Brain into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 3:41 PM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 3:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bubba's Brain - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 8:24 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| New topic: '"The Big, Big, Broadcast of 2005"'
||||||||| New notice: 'Firesign LIVE at www.radiomargaritaville.com/listen.aspx'
Merlyn: See you on the Funway, which is already inprogress
||||||||| At 8:27 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:25 PM and late as usual, it's ecnalubma, just back from Billville."
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 10:32 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Hey, ecnalubma...
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ecnalubma - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Don G Ovanni into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:53 PM, then departs.
Don G Ovanni: Hey bub!
Merlyn: it's Don G!
Don G Ovanni: Bringing you all my unclaimed melodies
Merlyn: they wrote out your character in the show... they changed Don G. O'Vanni to George Tirebiter
Don G Ovanni: Yep...great great show.....
Don G Ovanni: where'd you see the boyz
Merlyn: both portland shows and seattle; you?
Merlyn: And I'll be going to LA tomorrow
Don G Ovanni: Portland Saturday show....
Don G Ovanni: Geez...not bad...last time I saw them was 23 yrs ago.....
Merlyn: That was still Don G, I think. Seattle was Tirebiter.
Don G Ovanni: They did do Don G
Merlyn: I saw them in 1993 and 1999 tours, but not earlier than that. I was just a fan from their records and they never came into the hills of Mpls/St. Paul
Don G Ovanni: Especially not in sectors r thru N
Merlyn: (hardly) I think Proctor & Bergman may have been around here at some point
Merlyn: listening to www.radiomargaritaville.com ?
Don G Ovanni: Have you heard P and B's Give US a Break?
Merlyn: This song better end soon, or someone's gonna get in trouble...
Merlyn: I don't think so
Don G Ovanni: yep its on...waiting for the cut to finish up\
Merlyn: No regulars here yet
Don G Ovanni: What can I say....ANOTHER unclaimed melody!!!
Don G Ovanni: That lives on in Stereo Hi-Fi!
Merlyn: yep - wasn't that BEYOOTIFUL?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Don G Ovanni: Hey....another cut....whats up with that!!!
||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 11:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: hmm....I got email that the link was tested OK earlier today...
Elayne: Streaming okay now, but it's playing "Woodstock"...
Don G Ovanni: I think they're just stalling....
||||||||| aCLEM sneaks in around 11:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Don G Ovanni: Build up the suspense
Elayne: Or the show, like so many others, will start a few minutes late.
Don G Ovanni: Woodstock and Stalls...
Elayne: If there were stalls in Woodstock, fewer people would have gotten all muddy.
aCLEM: all tuned and ready here in the future.
Don G Ovanni: Ahhh but there were Muddy Stalls...or was that Muddy Waterrs?
Don G Ovanni: soemthing was muddy
Merlyn: can we IP into the stream?
Don G Ovanni: Hey...lets get outta this mud!
Don G Ovanni: Daily....
Don G Ovanni: Its SHOWTIME?
aCLEM: havt to ask Doc Technical
Don G Ovanni: Ohhhh.gimme a break!!!!
Elayne: Okay, at least the current guy is signing off...
Don G Ovanni: Great...thats what we needa narration!
Elayne: Okay, here we go!
Don G Ovanni: yeahhhh!
||||||||| EmperorTweenus II sneaks in around 11:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Don G Ovanni: c'mon guys...applaud!
Merlyn claps
EmperorTweenus II: Margararitaville?
Don G Ovanni: Hey...don;t clap too close...I don;t want to catch it!
Elayne: Don't ask, Emp...
EmperorTweenus II: Vite?
Merlyn: Follow along in your book... www.firesigntheater.com/2005tour
EmperorTweenus II: Guest I beaud the wong time slut...
EmperorTweenus II: Live on Margaritaville?
aCLEM: I'm remembering it all from last Sunday nite in Seattle
Elayne: Yep, Emp, it's live.
EmperorTweenus II: white room
EmperorTweenus II: black kurties
Merlyn: that was new
EmperorTweenus II: And a margarita at Joe's Crab House Austin.
EmperorTweenus II: Never been, there... But he's real...
||||||||| Rank Xerox Yamamoto sneaks in around 11:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
EmperorTweenus II: They're grate!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: oi all
Don G Ovanni: oy yay!
Elayne: Evenin' Yam!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'm recording this
Don G Ovanni: How do you record streaming?
EmperorTweenus II: Just don't pick up the grate. Might be Knee Grows down there...
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: My audio player recorde EVERYTHING
EmperorTweenus II: 55, I have 60!
Don G Ovanni: Any particualr audio player?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Jet audio
Don G Ovanni: Thanks....
Don G Ovanni: Hey...its Martha Gluett
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I have the pay version, so I can trim audio, but the free version records, too
EmperorTweenus II: Do you want Dual spark plugs on your feat corns?
Don G Ovanni: She's glued to the Donald!
Merlyn: I'm never sure if it's one or two T's at the end
EmperorTweenus II: En ghardent!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I may post a private MP3 d/l later
Merlyn: Hey! they mentioned us!
Don G Ovanni: very cool!
EmperorTweenus II: Treat you? Like Versimmes.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: ack-the volume just bounced up
Don G Ovanni: How can I get to that private d/l?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'll post it on the NG when I get it all together
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'm recording it in Wav format now
Don G Ovanni: Sorry....NG? Whats that?
Don G Ovanni: ohhh.newsgroup!
EmperorTweenus II: I heard that...
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'll trim the beginning and end, and convert it to MP3
Don G Ovanni: Awesome....thanks in advance!
Elayne: I don't think we'll be short of recordings on this one. :)
aCLEM: You must have mega giga's to record in wav
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: prolly not
Don G Ovanni: Yeah....!
Don G Ovanni: It was a GREAT show!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I have 15.1 gigs o space, it should do
aCLEM: Don't forget to pump your shoes
EmperorTweenus II: CanAm 455/litre
Don G Ovanni: Its already in progress
Merlyn: David isn't playing a female vice principal this time
EmperorTweenus II: ew gas music!
EmperorTweenus II: Valhalla-mart.
Don G Ovanni: May have been too tuff on his voice....
EmperorTweenus II: Leaf the blower
EmperorTweenus II: Ossie - I returned... (badd)
EmperorTweenus II: You leet here?
EmperorTweenus II: Love & respect...
Merlyn: leet?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: l337
Don G Ovanni: Yeah, man! Leet....this guy is so ka-razy!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'm a real hepcat
Merlyn: gleet!
Merlyn: hey, no overflow in the boys' toilet
Don G Ovanni: hey...you fishin' for shnook?
Elayne: Oh good, I always liked Mutt & Smutt...
Merlyn: raisin' 'em
Elayne: The thing is, this sounds too much like the cafeteria menu segment. Just put words together at random, it all sounds funny but doesn't mean a heck of a lot.
Don G Ovanni: don't forget your net!
Merlyn: yeah, at the start
aCLEM: theres a whole dead cat in every bar of Dead Cat Soap
aCLEM: Oh, Afganistan
Merlyn: that's a new line
Elayne: Heh, good segue into Iraq...
Don G Ovanni: just goes to show how timeless the FST are
Don G Ovanni: what they did 35yrs ago,still holds today
Elayne: Heh, they mentioned bloggers, I feel so special. ;)
aCLEM: strange isn't it
||||||||| tweenusenddems sneaks in around 11:37 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
aCLEM: but this is a chat room
tweenusenddems: Papoon of the Wig Party
tweenusenddems: Lost the H.
aCLEM: keep it
tweenusenddems: Yoshi :)
aCLEM: used to have another on but it vanished mysteriously
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EmperorTweenus II - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
aCLEM: you've got the plague
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: aieee
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Sorry was checking the E-mail, and got a request from the GOD of old road photos to post some of his local stuff
tweenusenddems: Rules made up by society. Guess I must 'a missed election day...
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: what election?
Elayne: "Pay the Lord" was pretty good.
tweenusenddems: Heaven help the fool!
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Kinda gene Scott-ish
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: And anarchists too!
tweenusenddems: Ansells your adams's apple.
aCLEM: I grew up on that series
Don G Ovanni: I threw up on that series
tweenusenddems: Don't to be teaching narcisius!
aCLEM: Not responsible, park an lock it
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:47 PM and late as usual, it's kwd!, just back from Billville."
Don G Ovanni: An Lok isn't that in Cambodia
kwd!: didn't realize they knew Bambi...
tweenusenddems: Cam shaft?
Don G Ovanni: the shaft is mine courtesie of Bambi
tweenusenddems: 50 degrees?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: hahahahaha
Merlyn laughs
Elayne: Oh, that's great, they just lost it...
Don G Ovanni: yep...very good!
Don G Ovanni: 2 pages to get thru one...great line
Elayne: Yay, Giblets!
Elayne: Giblets is one of the contributors to Fafblog, the funniest blog on earth. http://fafblog.blogspot.com/
Merlyn laffs
Don G Ovanni: Who's Peggy?
tweenusenddems: Always... the knew concert
aCLEM: Who is he talking to, and how does he make his voice do that
Don G Ovanni: Simple Footman its the taps in his shoes
tweenusenddems: Peggy. Animal hou?
tweenusenddems: We are the people. John M laughs.
kwd!: and don't forget to thank Radio M and Carson C for putting this fabulous shew on the web (per Thu. log; I just sent my email tnx)
tweenusenddems: What did you say to the American Natives? Mayor what?
tweenusenddems: Big nose...
aCLEM: penisnose
tweenusenddems: The cheesemakes will inherit the Earth.
tweenusenddems: Wisconsin.
tweenusenddems: We'll keep the light on for ya...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers cease into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:59 PM, then departs.
cease: hi all
Elayne: Ah good, they're up to Bob Hind now...
Merlyn: hey cat
Elayne: Hey Cat!
cease: we just got home from a fantastic feast
aCLEM: Oh Blinding Light
Elayne: Tell us about it, Cat!
cease: doc is fixing the garage door opener and lili is meeting a former colleague from somewhere
cease: but this is greatr to come home to
Elayne: Ah, so we won't be seeing them in here then.
tweenusenddems: I cannot see, wahtch out for mee mimi mee mimi....
cease: i dont think we took you to Zen when you were here, el. doc and lili would comment on its sushi. the fusion sort of food is what i chowed down on
tweenusenddems: Nice nipple.
Elayne: You know, I'm getting the feeling we're not listening to the same show at the same time...
Elayne: No, Cat, I don't think we ate at Zen.
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
cease: a few weeks in mexico, that was another line in the 99 seattle show
Don G Ovanni: that line is from their Album...EYKIS
Elayne: Heh, playing to the crowd again...
cease: tweeny, is there such a thing as a nipple that isn't nice?
Don G Ovanni: Everything You Know Is Wrong
cease: this whole scene is, don
Don G Ovanni: I know...the album came out years before their 99 show
cease: 74?
||||||||| Frosty Foster sneaks in around 12:02 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
aCLEM: If your watching this film we are under extraterestrial attac
Don G Ovanni: Hey...hoe can I be in 2 places at once....
tweenusenddems: You Stills have the band big nipple?
Don G Ovanni: this is scary
Don G Ovanni: How do I do this?
Elayne: Yay, Tirebiter just came on!
Frosty Foster: one of my favorites
Elayne: Hello Frosty!
Merlyn: Hey, they're in two places at once
cease: are getting a different feed?
Frosty Foster: Everything you know is wrong
Don G Ovanni: eggs-actly
Frosty Foster: lol
Frosty Foster: dukes duet
Don G Ovanni: Hey...I'm hearing an echo
Elayne: Yeah, I think you guys are a few beats ahead of me...
tweenusenddems: There's a eggs on my moving plates...
aCLEM: Live in the Future, it's just starting NOW
Don G Ovanni: Must be the years in my ears!
Don G Ovanni: I'm already in it!
cease: hey clem, is your statiion runinng now?
Frosty Foster: Yeah, I like the future, I'm in it
Don G Ovanni: Elayne...are you on the east coast?
aCLEM: Loud and Cliear
tweenusenddems: It's all yours!
tweenusenddems: Temporarily India.
aCLEM: For only #(% hundred dollars
tweenusenddems: Like a White Castle?
aCLEM: no numbers please
tweenusenddems: Tons, Castleton Square Mall.
tweenusenddems: Camelot. Keep track...
||||||||| doctec-in-vancouver sneaks in around 12:07 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Frosty Foster: reach right about the imitation masonite wild-west gun rack (with the look of real wood) for the channel of your choice...
tweenusenddems: Van covered...
aCLEM: Shut up Edmond
Merlyn: Hey doc, anythynge you want to is on
doctec-in-vancouver: yeah, listening now
doctec-in-vancouver: cat and i both set up our pcsto record the show onto our hard drives
Don G Ovanni: Vancouver,WA or BC?
doctec-in-vancouver: oddly, the audio only seems to be coming out of the right channel - the left channel is very faint
Elayne: Hey Tom!
aCLEM: Which ways Goschen?
doctec-in-vancouver: bc,don
doctec-in-vancouver: hey e
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Goshen: Exit 124 off NY 17
Don G Ovanni: Cool....WA. here!
Frosty Foster: NYC here
doctec-in-vancouver: this version of 'anythynge' is crammed with movie biz references
aCLEM: Same Here
kwd!: yeah
Frosty Foster: aCLEM u from NYC?
aCLEM: Grew up there
kwd!: the MGM was a stetch...
Frosty Foster: In hell's K
Elayne: Excellent, Frosty. I'm a borough above you, up in da Bronx.
aCLEM: New Joisy
Frosty Foster: excellent
Frosty Foster: a little firesigh haven in the metro NY area
aCLEM: Wheres Porgy
Elayne: Oh good lord, I don't think I can last through a 20-minute intermission...
Don G Ovanni: TV or NOT TV.....?
Don G Ovanni: see y'all in 20!
doctec-in-vancouver: sounds like a good house
||||||||| Frosty Foster walks away to The Portrait Gallery.
doctec-in-vancouver: back in a few
||||||||| Frosty Foster walks in and says "It's 12:17 AM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Elayne: I think I'm going to sleep. It's been fun, all.
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 12:18 AM.
Frosty Foster: nite elane
Merlyn: bye E
kwd!: I'll be here
||||||||| It's 12:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Don G Ovanni - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| aCLEM - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Rank Xerox Yamamoto - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts testing-cat in through the front door at 12:20 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
testing-cat: hello
Merlyn: just step over the bodies
Frosty Foster: I hope he gets back before all this dry ice melts
||||||||| testing-cat leaves at 12:21 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| Catherwood escorts cease in through the front door at 12:21 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cease: hello o hell
Frosty Foster: hey cease
Frosty Foster: call me frosty
Merlyn: hey frosty
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Gov't Tweeny in through the front door at 12:23 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
kwd!: DT - can anyone contact the venue if the 1-channel thing is there?
Frosty Foster: hey merlyne
Gov't Tweeny: I'd like to know who's going to buy a recording?
Frosty Foster: I've got do much already
Gov't Tweeny: It isn't XM, but it works...
Gov't Tweeny: A Margarita with every purchase!
Gov't Tweeny: Flaco & Stills. Real.
||||||||| doctec-in-vancouver says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, doctec-in-vancouver exits at 12:28 AM.
||||||||| Outside, the 12:28 AM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving doctec coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
doctec: just checking!
Gov't Tweeny: Gratefully live.
Gov't Tweeny: Let's talk...
||||||||| It's 12:30 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| tweenusenddems - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: ok
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rank Xerox Yamamoto in through the front door at 12:31 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Around 12:31 AM, kwd! walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| doctec-again waltzes in at 12:31 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: ok
doctec-again: my browser is acting up
Merlyn: hey, who was that?
||||||||| stephnfosterkane waltzes in at 12:32 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
stephnfosterkane: dunno
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: bizzare
doctec-again: how do i kill doctec? i forget the kill command...
stephnfosterkane: my browser was acting funny, 2
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:32 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs stephnfosterkane by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I reloaded and rentered as Me
||||||||| Catherwood enters with stephnfosterkane close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:32 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: beat that you all
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mark Tween! in through the front door at 12:33 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
doctec-again: got a stick?
doctec-again: hey brian, you there?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Lived up to my name I did
stephnfosterkane: ah, this is live BG musik from the show
Mark Tween!: All that you can leif.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Got a couple a sharp ones
stephnfosterkane: (which brian?)
doctec-again: merlyn
doctec-again: brian merlyn
stephnfosterkane: thot so
Merlyn: here I am
Merlyn: working on a personalized Firesign station ID web page
doctec-again: who knows what the kill cmd is in this chat client - i wanna decommission my earlier incarnation
Mark Tween!: Lawrence of the Livermore Arabia...
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Show will be restarting soon
stephnfosterkane: whew. we thought the alien abductions might've started early this weekend
Merlyn: I do
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off doctec at 12:35 AM
doctec-again: i thought you might :-)
Mark Tween!: Suck it up. Gate or aide.
doctec-again: now for my 2nd question: is it me or is this radio margaritaville xmission missing the left channel?
stephnfosterkane: nothing like a real English-speaking human help available at all times
Merlyn: you can log in using the same ID if your IP address hasn't changed
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: and here we go again
doctec-again: (thanks merl for the decommission btw)
Mark Tween!: You don't want to buy these recordings?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Aha, it's not only my balance is off
Merlyn: it's there for me doc, but some of the sound drifts out
Mark Tween!: We're crocks for aids.
Merlyn: did you fall over?
doctec-again: gonna try an experiment here, bear with me
Mark Tween!: He's no fun...
||||||||| doctec waltzes in at 12:38 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| doctec aka 'The Reaper' has killed off doctec-again at 12:38 AM
Mark Tween!: This is big hall's.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Doctec-again-again
Merlyn: all this is new stuff explaining the actual plot
doctec: wow - i can feel the power!
doctec: bebop lobo
Mark Tween!: We can destroy the wurm.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Oi! Ralph!
Merlyn: he's bebop loco right now - lobo is at night
Mark Tween!: Or, the world, whatever....
stephnfosterkane: Merlyn - I'm getting vy week sound on one channel since before the beginning
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Frosty Foster - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Gov't Tweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mark Tween!: Mexican fuud? That raskely rabbitt...
Merlyn: I'm listening through some tin cans
stephnfosterkane: also during the interval when Don was announcing. so it's local at Radio M, too
Mark Tween!: I have tinn it is us...
stephnfosterkane gets out the MDR-V6s
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'm gonna see if I can fix the balance later
Mark Tween!: New years...
stephnfosterkane: this is the hi-bandwidth MP3
cease: they focussed us up real good
cease: an in your face fcc joke
cease: can they get away with this on the radio?
cease: i think they lost their hour hour gig to dwarf having fuck in it
||||||||| Bunnyboy waltzes in at 12:43 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: or not,
Bunnyboy: lo dere
cease: hey bunny. we were just hopping. or was that hoping?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: oi
doctec: hey bb (brb folx)
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 12:46 AM, dragging a CLEM by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Bunnyboy: lo agin
Merlyn: Hmm, things were slow
stephnfosterkane: OK, DT, Merlyn -- the "low" bandwidth MP3 stream is fine. Also the "high" Windows media feed ("high" = 32K....)
Bunnyboy: Hey, I got some refusenik messages.
a CLEM: I think we're all bozos on this bus
stephnfosterkane: gad, this WMA sounds awful in 'phones
stephnfosterkane: the 24K MP3 might even be preferable :-(
cease: am i on>?
Bunnyboy: Hope the boys don't have a wardrobe malfunction...
stephnfosterkane: yep, we can seeee you Cat
Merlyn: seems like the website was busy for a bit. Could be the midnight stats changeover?
stephnfosterkane: ROFL
||||||||| It's 12:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rank Xerox Yamamoto - dead from jaundice
||||||||| doctec - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: what is all this death?
stephnfosterkane: just infidels
stephnfosterkane: pay them no mind
Bunnyboy: That's life!
cease: nairobi, ma'm isnt everybody?
Merlyn: didn't they all die at the end of anythynge you want to?
cease: ham? let me
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 12:52 AM, dragging doctec by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
a CLEM: I think I've got hi stool or seat cramps
doctec: weird - i got kicked off
Bunnyboy: Merl: Edmund and Edmund Edmund survived.
Merlyn: everything slowed down for a bit
Bunnyboy: doc: I got some refusemus, too.
cease: hell gets bent, arrows get diverted
Bunnyboy: And hogs get washed.
doctec: i don't wanna stop my feed to change players - i'm using winamp - i'll have to live with it
cease: or live it
stephnfosterkane: ?
doctec: maybe someone here is capturing a good copy of the feed?
cease: the half a feed, doc?
doctec: the half we're missing, cat
stephnfosterkane: i had Winamp running off the localhost relay from Streamripper and sent it off to the live low Mp3 frm R.Margaritaville, then stopped that and loaded the WMA
cease: eggs? ackly
Bunnyboy: I just LOVE Billy Flanagan!
stephnfosterkane: Yam said he was logging it, DT
stephnfosterkane: i'm ripping the hi-bandwidth mp3
doctec: hi-bandwidth, only one channel :-/
stephnfosterkane: but it's missing 10 min. at start and 20 sec after break
Bunnyboy: Any plans for a rebroadcast?
stephnfosterkane: the WMA has both channels, but a strange, badly-compressed sound to it. gad i hate gates' stuff...
cease: were you recording from beginning, bun?
stephnfosterkane: the announcer said something about it or maybe he was talking about re-issues of FST albums; it was hard to understand and I wasn't devoting much attention to it
Bunnyboy: cat: I was entertaining my visiting aunts, until about 10 minutes ago. No captures at this end.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Rank Xerox Yamamoto', just granted probation at 12:59 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
a CLEM: Your late
Bunnyboy: lo agin Yam
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'm recoering it to WAV
doctec: yam, which feed you capturing? mp3, wma or real?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: MP3
stephnfosterkane: first part was over 10 MB and I'm up to 6 now, so it's going to be hard to send unless someone has a place i can upload 2
cease: good for your aunts, bun
doctec: hi bandwidth?
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Yes
cease: but there must be good copies of this, perhaps on the margaritaville site
cease: deeper insane meaning
stephnfosterkane: ouch, the "credit" just totally screwed up in WMA. how can they sell this crap?
doctec: yam, so your capture is also nearly missing one channel
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
stephnfosterkane: listen for the announcer at the end; he may give clews, Cat
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I may be able to fix that
cease: not enough indian blood to get a job at the casion
doctec: yam: yeah i'm gonna try too - it's very faint but it's there
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Hell the high bandwith is only 40 k :P
cease: dig that from there temporary humboldt county, etc stuff
doctec: yeah, that's for sure rankster
stephnfosterkane: Yam - the "high" WMA is only 32K (and sounds like 20 ;-)
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: I'll have to buy the albm
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: High MP3 sounds ok
stephnfosterkane: it's like having a bad whisper echo, distorted, in the background (but good levels on both channels)
Merlyn: heh warren buffet ref
stephnfosterkane: are you sure it's the left channel, DT? here, on the hi mp3, it's right
Merlyn: I'm going to have to leave as soon as it's over, I gotta get up tomorrow morning to fly to LA
doctec: actually, it's my right channel that's low
stephnfosterkane: cool!
doctec: how are the concession sales, merl?
Bunnyboy: Any recording plans for the LA show?
stephnfosterkane: croats!
Merlyn: pretty good, but not up to what john was hoping for
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Yeah, I have mostly left channel
Bunnyboy: Down to 35 boxes, Merl?
Merlyn: all the shows are being recorded
stephnfosterkane: tibetan!
stephnfosterkane: what's Catherwood doing in this so early?
Merlyn: judith had the link from radiomargaritaville go to the t-shirt page, but if people go to lodestone today, all the shirts are "out of stock" because they're on the tour, so I put a note at the end of the page
a CLEM: There expensive
doctec: who's recording all the shows? taylor?
Merlyn: some guy they've worked with before, he recorded the 1999 tour, I think
Merlyn: he takes it off the board
stephnfosterkane: oh, so it's all above board?
stephnfosterkane: sirius money?
doctec: good to know merl thx. you in frisco now?
a CLEM: Rhino Records RIAA
cease: ossman's pall? i forget his name
Merlyn: no, mpls
Merlyn: I think so, cat
a CLEM: you'll all get sued in good time
doctec: but you will be in la soon... have a safe trip
doctec: (am i right about that?)
Merlyn: yeah, I though it was too hard to do SF & LA
Merlyn: yes, I'm flying out tomorrow AM
doctec: hope things go well there
stephnfosterkane: be good to your arms, then
stephnfosterkane: ROFL
stephnfosterkane: browser stopped refreshing, gotta exit & redux
Merlyn: another slowdown?
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:16 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs stephnfosterkane by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'stephnfosterkane', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 1:16 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
stephnfosterkane: Holy shades of DALnet!
stephnfosterkane: it finally refreshed, but I was getting connection refused by the site when I did manual refresh
Merlyn: same here
stephnfosterkane: so i re-entered meself
stephnfosterkane: i really like Charlie Fatt of all their oriental chars
stephnfosterkane: ROFL
a CLEM: Where did everybody go?
stephnfosterkane: they went thataway
cease: there is no way. just the tao
||||||||| Catherwood says "1:19 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 1:20 AM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 1:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rank Xerox Yamamoto - dead from measles
||||||||| doctec - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Mark Tween! - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: back agin
stephnfosterkane: what's going on?
Merlyn: for some unknown reason, the web site wasn't refreshing things for a bit
stephnfosterkane: they all fropped like dlies
a CLEM: Its Chat Or Die
Bunnyboy: Is it Wayne Newitt, recordist of RADIO NOW LIVE and TIREBITER FOLLIES who's doing the off-board recordings?
stephnfosterkane: the alien abduction rays are probably confusing the blades
Merlyn: could be, BB, I forget the name
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:22 AM and George Tyrebiter steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bunnyboy: lo Peorgie
stephnfosterkane: welcome GT!
Merlyn: the british version
stephnfosterkane: yeah, we've rotated into someone else's time zone
stephnfosterkane: yikes! i'm trapped by this 6ft headphone cord and the house is starting to shut down...
a CLEM: Georgie is that you?
stephnfosterkane: Ezra by the Pound LOL
Bunnyboy: kane: Quick, stand in a doorway...or under a desk!
stephnfosterkane: the remote is in the other room! i can't get out (I admit it...)
Merlyn: he did this a dwayne before
Merlyn: I think he did this best 2nd night in portland
Merlyn: more stylized "hip"
Bunnyboy: I don't know how I forgot to mention last nite: Both Seattle papers pooh-poohed the new FST show.
cease: did el leave long ago?
stephnfosterkane: somebody said so, Bun
Bunnyboy: Yeah, they send some freeloaders...ehrm, freelancers to drop turds on our boys.
stephnfosterkane: can someone post a copy or link?
cease: they did something similar on the 96 ny broadcast
stephnfosterkane: yeah around the break
cease: the poetry riffs in particular. you were there, doc
Merlyn: Yeah, I saw that, but it's likely J. Random stage reviewer is not a Firesign fan
Bunnyboy: FIRESIGN SHOW THEIR TIRED SIDE and NOTHING FUNNY IN BILLVILLE were the banal banners.
a CLEM: Who is
stephnfosterkane: bun - can you write a letter to the paper(s)?
Bunnyboy: I thinks both hacks were pissed they had to work on a Sunday night.
stephnfosterkane: oooh, wonderful
stephnfosterkane: much better than the original?
cease: fuck that bunny. did they look tired to you?
Bunnyboy: And, as aforementioned, they were stringers. Not the main staff writers.
: ?
Bunnyboy: lo agin
stephnfosterkane: I'm getting refused again, Merlyn
Merlyn: me too; I can't do anything if the server isn't sending out data
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rank Xerox Yamamoto inside, makes a note of the time (1:32 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Damn
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Thing jüted me again
a CLEM: got it back
stephnfosterkane: back after the benediction
||||||||| 1:33 AM -- George Tyrebiter left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
stephnfosterkane: seems to be working
Merlyn: this is the end of the show
: hey all!
a CLEM: Back to the future
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:34 AM and Don G Ovanni steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bunnyboy: The End Of Film
stephnfosterkane: yes, tell us about the repeat of this broadcast
||||||||| At 1:34 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, a CLEM!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Don G Ovanni: is there going to be repeat????
Don G Ovanni: s there going to be a repeat?
Merlyn: Did he mention a repeat?
stephnfosterkane: he didn't say
stephnfosterkane: guess we have to troll the schedule and pray
Don G Ovanni: hedidn;t say!
stephnfosterkane: or maybe they will link another show
Bunnyboy: Sheeshers! A real stereo signal, with minimal artifacts. Wow!
Merlyn: This streaming was live, so unless they also recorded it, they don't have it to re-broadcast
Merlyn: bye, have to get up early tomorrow
||||||||| At 1:36 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
stephnfosterkane: oh, it was streamed from the venue?
Bunnyboy: nite Bri
stephnfosterkane: nite M
stephnfosterkane: darn
stephnfosterkane: now the WMA sounds half decent except it's compressed worse than ah, clem has to do for dialup...
stephnfosterkane: now to turn the house back on so i can put the dishes away...
stephnfosterkane: i think i'm not long for this world, so y'all have a good evening. there's some logs need sawing...
Bunnyboy: nite kane
||||||||| At 1:39 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, stephnfosterkane!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bunnyboy: Yeah, my wife needs "cuddling". Heh...heh...heh...
Bunnyboy: Good show, folks.
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| At 1:41 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Rank Xerox Yamamoto: Yeah
: a fine performance indeed. cat and i are zonked, and there's still a thunderbird install to attempt for cat. nite.
||||||||| "1:48 AM? 1:48 AM!!" says Catherwood, "doctec should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as doctec enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| "1:48 AM? 1:48 AM!!" says Catherwood, "cease should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cease enters and sits on the couch.
cease: hell, oh
doctec: sorry, we got so wrapped up in the show we didn't realize our chat connections had crapped out
cease: yasaharu who?
doctec: the guys did a fine job imho
||||||||| It's 1:50 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rank Xerox Yamamoto - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Don G Ovanni - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctec: so anyway there's a thunderbird install and some packing still to come before i can crash out
doctec: hey, we're just talking to each other now cat
doctec: ...from the same room...
doctec: this is odd
cease: they gone now, doc/
doctec: how can i type what you hear?
cease: so eventually will be us all
doctec: they? who's they?
||||||||| 1:51 AM -- cease left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 2:00 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| doctec - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:

a CLEM
aCLEM
Bunnyboy
cease
doctec-again
doctec-in-vancouver
doctec
Don G Ovanni
Elayne
EmperorTweenus II
Frosty Foster
Gov't Tweeny
kwd!
Mark Tween!
Merlyn
Rank Xerox Yamamoto
stephnfosterkane
testing-cat
tweenusenddems

URL References:
http://fafblog.blogspot.com/
www.firesigntheater.com/2005tour
www.radiomargaritaville.com/listen.aspx
www.radiomargaritaville.com

Rogue's Gallery:

PP and Cat(cease)	Bunnyboy	klokwkdog	kend^/Dr. Headphones
FreqMan	Merlyn and Tirebiter	DocTech	LiliLamont
Rotonoto	LeatherG & SO	Nin0	Tonk
Ah, Clem and Bambi	Compañero Señor Yämamoto	Dexter Fong	Elayne
And, "The Home Team"	Peggy Blisswhips	Audrey Farber	Tiny Dr. Tim Rest In Peace, Dear Friend