A Firesign Chat
02/21/2013




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Special appearance by
Phil Austin as 'P.austin'
||||||||| 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 Thursday's chat log for February 21, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Brinkus steals in around 10:58 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Brinkus - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Bob Bunny tiptoes in around 8:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with dawntreader close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
||||||||| Earl tiptoes in around 8:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
dawntreader: Meh
||||||||| Borrego Stevie enters at 8:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Earl says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Earl exits at 8:08 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:10 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Borrego Stevie by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Duck Chance inside, makes a note of the time (8:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies GURU into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:16 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "8:16 PM? 8:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Lonesome Beantick should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Lonesome Beantick enters and sits on the couch.
Lonesome Beantick: Hello all you Bozos
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'jbartonmd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Birdman enters at 8:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Lonesome Beantick: Did I miss something...or are we really in two places at once?
||||||||| At 8:20 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Birdman!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:20 PM and late as usual, it's Birdman, just back from Seattle."
Lonesome Beantick: Would someone help me out of this parachute?
||||||||| Around 8:21 PM, jbartonmd walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:23 PM downtown bus from Novi pulls away, leaving uh klem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
uh klem: seriously- I am coughing.
||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bob Bunny - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| DJTween enters at 8:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Birdman hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Birdman?! It's 8:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Thwenny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and tenor47 plummets into the garden at 8:27 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'JimBeau4', just granted probation at 8:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| MikeyBoi sneaks in around 8:27 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:27 PM, dragging nowhereman by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and foureyes disembarks at 8:27 PM.
||||||||| "8:30 PM? 8:30 PM!!" says Catherwood, "A. Choke should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as A. Choke enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens enters at 8:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
dawntreader: cover the door.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:31 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: Hello folks, type in the textbox at the bottom to chat, and for more info, click on the question mark
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:33 PM and late as usual, it's Rod Flash, just back from Seattle."
dawntreader: no
Merlyn: you're covering the door
dawntreader: with BOTH ears.
Rod Flash: with what?
dawntreader: and that TOO
Merlyn: You'll miss the firesign stream, and that's important
||||||||| KevinStandlee sneaks in around 8:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
dawntreader: that golden stream is never early
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and FreemanZ gets out at 8:35 PM.
Merlyn: if it gets too crowded, please deflate your shoes
Merlyn: that will gives us two more feet of space
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rod Flasher into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:36 PM, then departs.
dawntreader: after you deflate your ego
Rod Flasher: didn't know I still HAD any $3 bills!
||||||||| "8:36 PM? 8:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "not possible should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as not possible enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Merlyn: leggo my ego
dawntreader: that will give me more headspace
Rod Flasher: wonder where I GOT that $3 bill...
Merlyn: Here's your $3 bill: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/papoon/img/3buck.jpg
dawntreader: I am going back, k, k, k, k to the fuuuuuuuuture
||||||||| Around 8:38 PM, Rod Flasher walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:38 PM and krampus bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| "8:38 PM? 8:38 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Citronut should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Citronut enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Rod Flasher enters at 8:38 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
dawntreader: see you there ( in 22 min)
Rod Flasher: oops - honked the wrong button there...
Rod Flasher: and gimme back my GOAT!
dawntreader: that HURT!
not possible: help, i'm sleeping and i can't wake up
Rod Flasher: was it YOUR button? sorry...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:39 PM, dragging ralph bunche by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MikeyBoi - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| tenor47 - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Duck Chance - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| GURU - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rod Flasher: they're dropping like FLIES!
dawntreader: it tingles...
Rod Flasher: I knew a girl who was DEATHLY afraid of flies...
Merlyn: They're flying like DROPS!
not possible: i know an old lady who swallowed a fly
Rod Flasher: until she OPENED her first one! =8^)
ralph bunche: There's hamburger all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticut!
dawntreader: my father died of dropsy
dawntreader: when he was but a girl
Rod Flasher: has the SN*W melred yet in Mystic?
not possible: perhaps she'll die
ralph bunche: I was Born an American...
Rod Flasher: melred?
ralph bunche: I was raised an American
not possible: hey, I'm Mel Red
Rod Flasher: with Armenians!
Merlyn: Mel Red, from Commie Martyrs
Rod Flasher: oops - said that too soon
ralph bunche: Indonesia for the Indonesians!!!
||||||||| Fuquad sneaks in around 8:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Peter Protector disembarks at 8:43 PM.
Rod Flasher: premature interjection and all...
Thwenny: "Ahhhh, veteran's day..."
Rod Flasher: here's a red hand!
Merlyn: Get yer own Commie Martyrs T-shirt at http://www.cafepress.com/firesign.292183045
||||||||| "8:43 PM? 8:43 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTween: Re they still selling Eyeball Hats, Merlyn?
Merlyn: Hey dex
Rod Flasher: but there's nothing on the other SIDE!
DJTween: Not the comfy chair!
Peter Protector: And inside--it's delicious!
not possible: who drank my beer when i was in the rear?
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Rod Flasher: the comfy chair? sounds a bit Pythonish...
Dexter Fong: Wow! Another boffo SRO sell out
ralph bunche: that's Arnie's whole beef halves, we deliver.
not possible: i'm gonna dislocate his future
Rod Flasher: poker in the front, liquor in the rear!
Rod Flasher: no, wait...
Peter Protector: But they never come up into the hills...
not possible: the hills have thighs
Dexter Fong: Is Tweeny broadcasting yet?
Rod Flasher: and tubs of slaw!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bozo inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Thwenny: no audio yet, Dex
Merlyn: Catherwood, give everyone a chocolate malted vulcan.
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone a chocolate malted vulcan.
Fuquad: Eat 'em...wipe 'm off...eat 'em again!
Thwenny: The stream is up
Merlyn: Not yet Dex
Merciful Lee Dickens: What time's the DANCE? I want to see the DANCE. Yeah!
Thwenny: Music around 10 before the hour
Rod Flasher: how wholesome IS moleskin, ennyhoo?
ralph bunche: are you giving away free high schools too?
Dexter Fong: Thanks Thwenny/Tweeny
Thwenny: Lots of Vitamin M, Rod
not possible: is this where we do the firesign harlem shake?
Peter Protector: attractive individually packaged swallows of real meat!
Merlyn: Catherwood, give ralph a free high school
||||||||| Catherwood hands ralph a free high school.
Rod Flasher: have a chocolate malted falcon
ralph bunche: yum
Thwenny: Catherwood, please give Rod some moleskin cookies
||||||||| Catherwood brings rod some moleskin cookies.
Fuquad: My wips are swealed!
Rod Flasher: got any vitamin P on ya?
ralph bunche: Eat Flaming Death, Facist Media Pigs!!!
Peter Protector: Don't mind the flies, we won't weigh 'em!
Rod Flasher: *YUM*
Merlyn: What time is it Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 8:48 PM"
Rod Flasher: *wipes 'em off, eats 'em again*
not possible: funny, it's 5:58 here. where am i?
Dexter Fong: Ask Nino
ralph bunche: far out Catherwood, just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table.
||||||||| Catherwood fars out just roll a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table.
Peter Protector: How can you be in 2 places at once?
KevinStandlee: Living the Future, looks like
Rod Flasher: in the Ozone!
Fuquad: There's no time like the future!
||||||||| Ah Greg waltzes in at 8:49 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: The butler is on New York time
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uh clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Peter Protector: There's no time like the president!
not possible: the past is prologue
ralph bunche: you know, the mainspring of this watch, wound up as tight as it is, is guaranteed for the life of the watch.
Rod Flasher: or the very distant past - what DAY is it where you are?
Merlyn: Almost time to play Beat the Reaper again
ralph bunche: but who's watching?
Fuquad: Your time is your time is your time!
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Vangelis “Blade Runner Blues” from the movie Bladerunner - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Ah Greg: Might any of the Firesign guys be present?
Peter Protector: Patient, can you hear me?
not possible: google is watching
Merciful Lee Dickens: I love it - perfect choice for intro music...
Citronut: Ralph spoilsport here...
Fuquad: It's in the water...that's why it's yellow!
Rod Flasher: can't listen - I'm at the lie-berry and fergot my headfones
Citronut: New used and used new..
Merlyn: probably not, Greg, sometimes Austin shows up but it's been a while
DJTween: Everybody got the audio OK?
Peter Protector: It's sweaty and edible!
A. Choke: wait, this isnt the freeway of my choice
Merlyn: I got the audio Tween
KevinStandlee: Not me, but it's probably that I have the wrong software
ralph bunche: well Mr. President, it's the bees and spiders again...
ralph bunche: audio good
Dexter Fong: Audio ok Tweeny
Fuquad: It flops on it's side like a crippled minnow!
Citronut: Do some pushups - it will go away
Merlyn: Not sure what this music has to do with that Pistorius guy though
Rod Flasher: Antelope Freeway, 1/512th mile...
Peter Protector: Is Hideo Wallbanger around?
Ah Greg: I was hoping they might converge in Seattle again.
||||||||| 8:53 PM: Symptom 6 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: Dunno Merl, probably not Lindsey Lohan either
Rod Flasher: of Beeeeeeeeeeeeat the Reaper?
Dexter Fong: PP: You mean my late partner, Hideo?
ralph bunche: Jaundice it is! Give him the antidote, Judy!
Citronut: Name That Disease!
Peter Protector: Got it, right, we have to fly without Hideo...Damn
Dexter Fong: Gloners
Rod Flasher: I dunno what it is, but I wanna DIE...
Fuquad: Why...this is a bag of Sh*t!
Dexter Fong: Globners
Rod Flasher: Mz Pressky, is that you?
ralph bunche: but it's really great shit mrs preskey
Merlyn: It's really good shit
Citronut: Thats our sacred mount
A. Choke: it aint no use
Merciful Lee Dickens: Had to put another nickel on the tone arm, but it quit skipping
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh klem - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Lonesome Beantick - dead from measles
 ||||||||| dawntreader - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| JimBeau4 - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Rod Flash - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: It's ok shit
Rod Flasher: how DO ya spell Presky?
Citronut: Its a Butte
Dexter Fong: You got it, Rod
Ah Greg: Back to the freeway.....
Dexter Fong: Just like in the scripts
ralph bunche: the yaws
Rod Flasher: but what shall I *DO* with it?
Citronut: no, its amount
Fuquad: Back from the shadows again.....
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies marq into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood leads cypo in through the front door at 8:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Rod Flasher: and right purty, too!
Dexter Fong: I thought it was accrued
Merlyn: put your thumb on it, Rod
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mel stool plummets into the garden at 8:56 PM.
Citronut: what the hell is this new age music thing?
||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "farquar should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as farquar enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Now put your other thumb on your nose
Rod Flasher: or maybe throw a towel over it?
Fuquad: I'll get their attention by urinating out the window!
Dexter Fong: That comes later
Citronut: pull your shoes out of the cellophane
Mel stool: Transcending the surreal
Rod Flasher: but I gotta TYPE with my thumbs!
Dexter Fong: and put them here, in the bubble wrap
not possible: hang by your thumbs
ralph bunche: do some pushups. Pablo, it'll go away
DJTween: I think may people aren't aware that this isn't like an IRC. Your nick will time out if you don't use it. You can avoid that by selecting "I'm Away" in the pop-up menu.
Dexter Fong: Right! If you get work
farquar: cellophane for industry
Citronut: music too weird!
Rod Flasher: wasn't it 'cellophlame'?
Fuquad: It's Mark TIme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (almost)
||||||||| Durwood sneaks in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Citronut: Shoes for the Dead
DJTween: Vangelis, from the movie Bladerunner
Dexter Fong: Evening Mr. Kirby
||||||||| Symptom 6 leaves at 8:58 PM, 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..."
not possible: where's the popcorn menu?
Rod Flasher: GEEZ! had a LOT of "unpleasant incidents" last week, didja?
||||||||| sigmund fried enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Citronut: something less spooky?
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and OldFan gets out at 8:58 PM.
Merlyn: No, it won't time out as long as you have the text window open, you don't need to type anything
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: =)) just got the Pistorius reference
Mel stool: Anyone got a whiz in the fridge ?
Fuquad: Hey ma! I got a quarter!
: Hail humans!
Fuquad: well its a bottle cap
ralph bunche: i think we're all bozos on this bus
Fuquad: Stick it it!
DJTween: Citronut: something less spooky? < It will get less spooky in a minute :)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dirk Bill into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
marq: i forgot the agenda
Rod Flasher: somebody just whizzed out the window in the cell door...
not possible: oh crap, i spit out of the text window. sorry
: how unpleasant?
Dexter Fong: Clean up in Cell block 9
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 21, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
farquar: Hail Hummus!
||||||||| 9:00 PM: sigmund fried jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Merlyn: 10 AM
DJTween: Now that I know that so many people are logging in early, I'll change the warm-up music
Durwood: 8:59 that was a good year
Dexter Fong: Tween: To what?
Rod Flasher: Frigmund Sneud?
Mel stool: Don't mind if I do
Citronut: You kidding? love FT! Please tho easy on the Dead
not possible: paul bunyan logged in
ralph bunche: DEAD!
Fuquad: Put that thing away!
DJTween: I'll happily take requests, Dex :)
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Symptom 6', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rod Flasher: Dead Kennedys?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging Principalpoop by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
not possible: dead kenny g's
Symptom 6: skin the goat
DJTween: Hey P
Rod Flasher: Principal WHO???
Citronut: Principal Poop! HAHAHAHAA
Principalpoop: and pass the ammunition
sigmund fried: Fried, over easy!
Fuquad: Beans...last of the beans!
ralph bunche: In addressing for the assembly this morning....
||||||||| 9:02 PM: Kinemortophobia jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Rick Danger coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Rod Flasher: no, no, no - PRAISE the ammunition!
Citronut: EAT IT!
Principalpoop: in the words of our foundry, founder
Rod Flasher: who cares?
not possible: oh my god, i farted a hole in my chair
Symptom 6: igoood stuff those are choice fumes
Citronut: EAT IT RH!
Principalpoop: Ukipa Heap
Rod Flasher: eat it raw!
Dexter Fong: Hi Poop
||||||||| At 9:02 PM, Dirk Bill vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
ralph bunche: update the NOW PLAYING listing??
Merciful Lee Dickens: Hey, play something *I* can dance to!
Mel stool: Hangin' with the hopheads
||||||||| Catherwood escorts mauserk98 in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Rod Flasher: Yucaipa?
||||||||| regnad kcin bounds in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: hi fong, and all
||||||||| mikemac enters at 9:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Citronut: RAH RAH RAH
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM uptown bus from Albuquerque pulls away, leaving WmPaul coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cs close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
DJTween: Hey cease
Symptom 6: you can sit here in the waiting room
cs: oh my
Fuquad: What is reality?
Citronut: That's what we have here at More Science High
farquar Your Sugar!!
Rod Flasher: I can't even SPELL Albookwerky!
||||||||| Fran52 steps in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: so anyway, there I was, pouring down rain, 11 at night, couldn't get a ride
Citronut: More Shoes!
ralph bunche: Deputy Dan has no friends.
regnad kcin: ?nedraW ,sniffoc hu ,eroM
Principalpoop: yes sir mister canada
Symptom 6: more Dead
Rod Flasher: oh, it ain't no use
Mel stool: Let's invite over a bunch of immigrants and make some cars!
cs: so long, microchat
Merciful Lee Dickens: I love the Dead, DJ. Wasn't dissin you.
Fran52: Hey, dont you want this doorknocker
||||||||| DeptDan sneaks in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Citronut: If you lived here, you'd be home by now!
DJTween: Got lots of Dead
ralph bunche: Erzatz Brothers Coffee, the REAL one...
Rick Danger: I was recently in touch with Peggy Webber, who played in over 100 episodes of Dragnet. She is 87 and runs the California Radio Arts Theatre in LA> She told me that Phil Proctor recently appeared in Pride and Prejudice at their theatre and that he was an excellent stage actor. She had many nice things to say about Phil!
Rod Flasher: that's FART, Ben!
Fuquad: More no backwards talking
Symptom 6: bring out your dead
not possible: i do live here
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and MrPresident steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: rather have dead than be dead
Rod Flasher: wheah kin ah git a JOB??
||||||||| Catherwood leads uh clem into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: hums hail to the chief
||||||||| 9:05 PM: Reebus jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Durwood: ad hoc signal no twinkies
not possible: try using pig latin
sigmund fried: I know I'm around here somewhere, I can hear me breathing.
Merlyn: Proctor is all over and in everything, even your eggs
Fuquad: Remember last Tuesday when the world ended?
Fran52: more coffee wardin
Symptom 6: eggstra special
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ge||ge into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
farquar: only as we know it...
Rick Danger: He's in .....everybody's eggs!
Fuquad: Hugh!
Rod Flasher: the 38th of Cuneghonde, wasn't it?
Rod Flasher: oops - spelt THAT rong too!
Thwenny: Firesign Podcasts - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html
MrPresident: They're in everybody's eggs.
Fuquad: That spelt pretty bad.......
Rod Flasher: Hugh Jorgen?
Fran52: put down that pickle
Fuquad: Hugh Jass!
Rod Flasher: how'd they first discover iron?
Rod Flasher: they smelt it!
||||||||| Durwood leaves at 9:07 PM, 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..."
DJTween: This is from 2010
DJTween: Sorry, 2009
Symptom 6: everyone wanted flat shirts
Rod Flasher: this?
Mel stool: Dr.whiplash?
Principalpoop: now hold it over there
Rod Flasher: oh - the music I can't play...
||||||||| riffraffrick tiptoes in around 9:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Fran52: dont take off your shoes
DJTween: Too bad the FST members levels are low compared to Thom
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:08 PM, dragging The Electrician by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Citronut: where do you plug?
Rod Flasher: we've been WAITING for you!
Symptom 6: at your cervix
||||||||| Rick Danger departs at 9:08 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Rod Flasher: Rocky?
Citronut: Horrid Lorre
Principalpoop: wait a minute, I saw a non-non-sequeter there, stop that
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:09 PM and late as usual, it's Ralph Spoilsport, just back from Philadelphia."
||||||||| "Hey DeptDan!" ... DeptDan turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Fran52: O Blinding light
||||||||| "Hey KevinStandlee!" ... KevinStandlee turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Fuquad: Touch your head!
Mel stool: Is this your bar of soap?
Rod Flasher: I cannot see
Rod Flasher: JUST as we thought!
Fuquad: Look out for me!
Fran52: and a clean windshield
||||||||| Ida Lupino sashays in at 9:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rod Flasher: The POWERHOUSE Church
Principalpoop: Pull the curtain Fred...
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ======= - dead from measles
 ||||||||| OldFan - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Bozo - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rod Flasher: of the PRESUMPTUOUS Assumption
sigmund fried: Taking my mucklucks out of the corn starch and running away! Best to awl ;) .
Dexter Fong: Hida Ida
Fuquad: Gloat clusters!
Symptom 6: us plus what??
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:10 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs sigmund fried by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Fran52: whos side are they on anyway?
Dexter Fong: Night Siggy
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Barnee falls out at 9:10 PM.
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - FST On The Thom Hartmann Show 2009 - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "RalphS should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RalphS enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Principalpoop: us plus everything
ralph bunche: you'll spoil his holy victory 'or the homeless Parmesians by your grieved retreat
Fran52: which reel
Rod Flasher: we own the IDEA of America!
Fuquad: I'm composing an aria...one note at a time!
Thwenny: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
ralph bunche: the last reel of this vintage motion picture
Principalpoop: aria 51, hello seekers
cs: this is wonderful, tween
Rod Flasher: High School Madness
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'bozo', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Rev-Rick enters at 9:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Symptom 6: probes
DJTween: Yeah, pretty cool cease
RalphS: not enough extras
Fran52: Im helping Porcellin make the bed
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:12 PM and Napalm Olive steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Rod Flasher: oops - it's past time for my 6:00 p[ills - gotta go! :(
Thwenny: extra anchovies?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ndtrit in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Symptom 6: hold the anchovies
Fran52: they never come up to the hills
Fuquad: Oh Porgie! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!
farquar: I spell my name regnad
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:13 PM, dragging AllTheSameToMe by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Citronut: And Swim the English Channel?
Principalpoop: teabagging in a nutshell
Napalm Olive: Buncha cards ...
Fran52: kcin
Merciful Lee Dickens: Beat this Liberal over the head with a bag of tea...
Dexter Fong: Okay OKAY!! I give up!! All these obscure (and quite possibly non-relevant ) nicknames are wearing me out!!
||||||||| P Q Nukem sashays in at 9:14 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Citronut: Need these morons for a East coast thing!
Fran52: no man ...this is Marin
RalphS: and webutyouylook goodout
Citronut: I guess it DEPENDS!
Ida Lupino: No zizzing and dripping like with the dike.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'OldZeb', just granted probation at 9:15 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Barnee: Is there a permanent link for that TFT on Thom Hartmann?
P Q Nukem: do they have to make these things so heavy?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Harry Yugoda close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Dexter Fong: OldZEB!! See what I mean?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:16 PM, dragging Dead Man Thinking by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Symptom 6: wonderful
Citronut: OLD FARTS
Fran52: help us...youre a white man
Symptom 6: are the best farts
Fuquad: And while we're on the subject,,,how's the ole' wazoo!!!
cs: 66 Tween!
||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "SHadows should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as SHadows enters and sits on the divan.
Dead Man Thinking: I can vouch for me; I'm a Bozo on this bus, also.
Ida Lupino: Let's talk about your car
DJTween: Sorry, cease, my bad
Fran52: Deputy Dan is your friend
DJTween: 1966!
cs: my car wont shut up
Fran52: wash me please
Symptom 6: 2010
Principalpoop: my friend, what happened to your nose?
Fuquad: So you're a Honky too?
Ida Lupino: it's screaming wash me please
Fran52: I think Ive seen this...
Thwenny: Radio Free Oz - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Thwenny: RIP Peter
Ida Lupino: just trying to get it right
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:18 PM and late as usual, it's ralph spoilsport, just back from Beaver Dams."
RalphS: it's succumbed to the sprit of cooperation
farquar: ...The one with the ever-widening hole in it
cs: i started listening to the krla show which went on the air in 67. their mushroom plays come from that show
Principalpoop: thats steve reeves, oops agnes morehead
Symptom 6: WBAI, NYCforever
Citronut: Ralph Spoilsport - any direction on the freeway of your choice
||||||||| 9:18 PM: porgy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Merlyn: who is Peter's engineer here, anyone know?
Dexter Fong: Hi Porge
P Q Nukem: I'll be some time getting straitened out
Fran52: well there you are
||||||||| At 9:19 PM, RalphS vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
cs: original show was on kpfk, where they first created the group.
Ida Lupino: And you can believe me, because I never lie and I'm always right.
DJTween: Right
||||||||| "9:19 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Napalm Olive, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
cs: the guy at blu gnu studio?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'RAW', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Citronut: Do pushups
Thwenny: Eat it!
Symptom 6: thats us!!
Dexter Fong: Perch!!
Fran52: in the next world youre on your oun
||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens enters at 9:20 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'bix313', just granted probation at 9:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Fuquad: Soccer blue!
Peter Protector: Sorry, I was gone for a moment--out on the observation dick..
P Q Nukem: Well by that time this picture won't look anything at all like him
Ida Lupino: No, friends, this one won't take over your house like the high-speed vibrating clocks.
bix313: Ccccoming mother!
Peter Protector: I had to put the balls on the other side.
Fuquad: Look at the prow on that steamer!
Merlyn: New character enters
Fran52: no zizzing or dripping
bix313: Ccccoming, mother!
Barnee: He's so good with the servants, Fred...
Symptom 6: dave's not here
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Harry Cox close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: You can say that again...and again....and again....and ag...
Fuquad: Frigate Matilda
riffraffrick: want nothing to do with Facebook
Thwenny: Want some Firesign albums, books and memorabilia? Check out their Firesale store at - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php
Ida Lupino: Join with millions of your neighbors and turn in your shoes!
Peter Protector: Dave broke the president.
Harry Cox: For industry!
Fran52: Giant Rat
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Dashboard Buddha', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: it's in bottles now!
Principalpoop: i have memoraphobia
Dexter Fong: Jumbo Shrimp
Merlyn: what do you think of that, Bottles?
Thwenny: lol P
Peter Protector: I've been mossed!
Citronut: I wish I could...but I can't
P Q Nukem: With the proper attachments it doubles as a marital aid
Fuquad: Let me get the last inspiration from this can of coco!
Fran52: how does the porredge bird lay his eggs in the air
Harry Cox: Blue moss....
Peter Protector: the envy of all the German missionaries in the area...
Dexter Fong: Don't work Blue, Kate
Symptom 6: wish I could hear them in here
nowhereman: dammit i could go for some blue moss now
Dashboard Buddha: statement
Peter Protector: Act Blue, Drink Blue
DJTween: Is the 128k feed a problem for anyone? I've been thinking about adding a 16k stream for dial-up users
Principalpoop: hear who in where? click the m3u link at the top
Citronut: You've got...
riffraffrick: my name is spelled Nnamnetne Kcid
Peter Protector: How about an Absolut Blue?
Fuquad: Just this little chromium switch here!
ElevatorDoorOpens: OK, now what?
Fran52: its the same only different
||||||||| Lonesome Beantick steps in at 9:24 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
P Q Nukem: Only after it renders its mate unconscious
Principalpoop: electric blue, wink wink
Dexter Fong: Now, we wait
Merlyn: Elmertown only has 1 9600 baud modem
Merciful Lee Dickens: I think I see what you mean.
Merlyn: New character, Maud Bodem
nowhereman: i miss the soothing sounds of my 56K modem hooking up
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:25 PM, dragging alvarado by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Harry Cox: and it's surrounded by a thin, thin, thin.....16mm shell....
bix313: Ccccoming mother!
Fuquad: If you enjoyed it half as much as I did...I enjoyed it twice as much as you!
Dexter Fong: Aghain?
P Q Nukem: Maud has a timely aroma
Citronut: and it's delicious
Fran52: Toad away
||||||||| Barnee is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:25 PM.
ElevatorDoorOpens: Is this the Old Same Place?
Thwenny: Really a drag when they haul away your toad
Citronut: The old same palce?
Symptom 6: no that's out back
Lonesome Beantick: my back door is on fire!
Fuquad: How do I make my voice do this?
Fran52: cue the organist
Principalpoop: I saw the whole thing. What happened?
Harry Cox: I just fade my voice like this and cue the organist....
Dexter Fong hits the organist over the head with his pool cue
riffraffrick: how about if we bend a couple in the doo dah room
alvarado: What are we going to do LT.
Symptom 6: bah dah
Harry Cox: if you catch my meaning...
Lonesome Beantick: It was one dark night in the middle of the day,
riffraffrick: do you catch my meaning
Dashboard Buddha: if you catch my drift
Fran52: Im not Phil and hes not Jim
Fuquad: do you get my drift?
Harry Cox: I was listening to the monotonous staccato of rain on my desktop....
P Q Nukem: Fiends! gad! always after the stray figularium on this the eve of my proposal to maud, I do love that smell
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - The First 21st Century Radio Free Oz Broadcast - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
ElevatorDoorOpens: It rained all night, the day I left, the weather it was dry.
Principalpoop: You'll poke your eye out!
alvarado: Hows the old wazoo
Citronut: If you catch my drift
DJTween: It's sooooo modern...
||||||||| Outside, the 9:28 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Player coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Symptom 6: they were always ahead of their times
ElevatorDoorOpens: The sun so hot, I froze to death, Suzanna, don't you cry...
Fran52: hes no fun...he fell right over
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'bigfoot', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:28 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Harry Cox: Suzanna? Underhill??
riffraffrick: we're all bozos on this bus
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:29 PM, dragging uhclem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Fuquad: Rat in a Box
Lonesome Beantick: It's ok, I've been up all night listening to myself on the television.
ElevatorDoorOpens: Do we need vouchers?
Fran52: Betty Jo Biolusky
alvarado: Nancy nancy nancy
Dashboard Buddha: Oh, you mean nancy!
Dexter Fong notices the huge number of grayed names and predicts a massive reaping to come
Fuquad: Nancy!
P Q Nukem: Man, I gotta hand it to those engineers in recycling, they make it all seem so new
cs: uh, clem?
Dashboard Buddha: night all
Principalpoop: ciao buddha
Harry Cox: You better sit down, Nancy....
Symptom 6: this is the president
Harry Cox: Night, Dash!
Symptom 6: how are you .........Clem?
uhclem: your on aren't you?
P Q Nukem: No, its just a chest cold really, the rash... I don't know
Lonesome Beantick: You can wait here in the sitting room or you can sit there in the waiting room.
Harry Cox: You better pull your mukluks out of the fire before they scorch.
alvarado: What on the cold marble floor
||||||||| Florence sneaks in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: Hey, Shockwave Radio Theater was MY show!
Citronut: pull your mutchuks out of the fire
uhclem: fine as frogs hair
Fran52: flimbsy bernouse
Symptom 6: what is reality?
cs: good for you, merl
P Q Nukem: Whattaya mean, I spent two solid hours on that floor last night and believe you me...
Harry Cox: All those curves....
alvarado: Eat it eat it raw
Principalpoop: Whats my line?
Dexter Fong: Descending that naked staircase
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:32 PM and late as usual, it's Pablo, just back from Elmertown."
Fran52: hot kiss at the end of a wet fist
Symptom 6: not on my watch!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:33 PM and Elayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: hello E
cs: hi el
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Lonesome Beantick: ANNOUNCER
Harry Cox: I felt like I was being kicked in the head by the whole chorus line at Minsky's....
DJTween: Hey E
||||||||| 9:33 PM: Bergman'sLament jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
P Q Nukem: Those curves have seen more down time in rest areas than that tour bus of prune pickers
Elayne: Evenin' all! What on earth is going on here? Where did all these people come from???
ElevatorDoorOpens: Which Time Zone is which? Does it work in a relativistic reference frame?
Principalpoop: the bus station opened
Dexter Fong: Elayne: From the shadows
DJTween: Anyone know who *OldFan in the red letters was?
Harry Cox: This bus stopped at my house---next thing I know....
Bergman'sLament: Hey E, how's Robin?
DJTween: Thought red letters were just for FST members
Florence: What's it all about ... Alfie?
||||||||| Mudhead waltzes in at 9:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: he fell off my chat
DJTween: Hi Muddy
Lonesome Beantick: Los Angeles... He walks again by night...
Principalpoop: hey mudhead
Dexter Fong: Tween: I axed merlyn and he said it was an accidental *Red*
Mudhead: Good evening dear friends!
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddy
DJTween: ah, OK
||||||||| CLEM enters at 9:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dead Man Thinking: I'm hungry ... has anyone seen my edible steering column?
Elayne: An accidental red??? Under the bed?
Lonesome Beantick: ... towards his weekly meeting with... the unknown. At 4th and Drucker he turns left, at Drucker and 4th he turns right, he crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building
Dexter Fong: That's just in your head
DJTween: didn't mean to be a commie
alvarado: I do not want that door knocker back we alredy have one.
Citronut: Falling Off Laughed my Ass off. Do it AgaiN
Principalpoop: someone left a cake out in the rain
Harry Cox: Not until free hands on both sides of the big ditch can press the same button at the same time.
Bergman'sLament: Like Little Monsters?
P Q Nukem: I'm from a place well, i'm not exactly proud but it beats the hell out of shaking down at smofo's lestertorium
||||||||| Enlighten Prince tiptoes in around 9:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Florence: Too much history!
Lonesome Beantick: Groping for the door he steps inside... (door opens/closes) (phone rings until pick up) (13 steps) climbs the 13 steps to his office, he walks in (walking/door opens)... he's ready for mystery, (door closes/walking) he's ready for excitement... he's ready for anything, he's...
Symptom 6: not enough now
Mudhead: Chatting from Cambodia
cs: the older you get, the more history you have
Lonesome Beantick: Nick Danger, Third Eye...
P Q Nukem: I feel, Maud? are you ready or what?
cs: Bergman spoke a lot about his past on this show
Florence: These people talking certainly have a lot ...
Principalpoop: Is that near Siam?
Mudhead: History? Mystery!
DJTween: lol at @ Dark Side of the Prairie Home Companion
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Drooo into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:37 PM, then departs.
Fuquad: Sumatra?
Citronut: Shoes!
Principalpoop: the rat!
Fuquad: Giant!
Florence: History is very boring.
Mudhead: I was at Ankor Watt, but saw no rats!
Fran52: Gas Music from Jupiter
Lonesome Beantick: The makers of Fantastic Cigarettes, long in the leaf and short in the can, bring you another true story from the tattered casebook of Nick Danger, Third Eye. Let's join him now in the adventure we call... Cut ‘em Off at the Past!
cs: Look what you have wrought, El.
Principalpoop: Herstory is fascinating
bix313: Antique Healer: that's Pete!
Symptom 6: too bad
Bergman'sLament: Too Much of Nothing Puts A Man ILL at Ease . . .
Harry Cox: The History of Drills is especially boring.
Dead Man Thinking: Hey! I'm the Good Rat!
Dexter Fong
alvarado: i was just in Cambodia
Elayne: I'd better put on my bullet-proof flimsy burnoose, I'm not prepared for all this!
Fran52: no stick no stems no seeds
Mudhead: I did find a lovely used Zeppelin Tube!
Elayne: I haven't wrought a thing, Cat! I refuse to take the blame for this one. :)
cs: in a box?
Principalpoop: rats must gnaw or their teeth grow through their brains
Mudhead: How very incisive!
Elayne: But, ahem: WELCOME, EVERYONE! Merlyn is your proprietor, ask him anything. Feel free to speak in Firesignese, we won't weigh 'em, or just settle in and chat normally, whatever that is!
Citronut: TX Prin!
Fran52: to live a rat must chew
cs: You suggested firefans get together on line on a weekly basis in 1995,
Harry Cox: Basil.......?
Symptom 6: gazooontite
Lonesome Beantick: Gentlemen, I have something awesome to reveal to you.
Elayne: You can't hang tonight's crowd on some ill-considered notion I had 18 years ago, Cat. :)
cs: good work, el
Symptom 6: ya=es?
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Try to get everybodys name for the mailing list, already in progress
cs: hang?
Principalpoop: i do E, it is your fault
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhclem - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Dashboard Buddha - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| RAW - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| porgy - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| ralph spoilsport - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| SHadows - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Harry Yugoda - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| ndtrit - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Rev-Rick - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| bozo - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Peter Protector - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| not possible - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Rod Flasher - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| ralph bunche - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Mel stool - dead from measles
 ||||||||| farquar - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Kinemortophobia - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| mikemac - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| WmPaul - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| MrPresident - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| uh clem - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Reebus - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| The Electrician - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Ida Lupino - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: See how they're glowing! Through their brains!
Elayne: Not me, bucko, I can barely see the screen!
ElevatorDoorOpens: It is awesome that you consider this crowd to be gentlemen....
cs: lol dex
Lonesome Beantick: What a shocker this is! Hemlock Stones, that dynamo of detective energy, has switched a new light on current events, sparking the positive hope that he'll run the negative force to ground! Wow!
Elayne: Oh dear, now I've done it, they're all leaving...
Principalpoop: my goodness, the list of dead cleared out the chat
Dexter Fong told you there would be a massive reaping
Bergman'sLament: Good man, Meryl
Elayne: Nice one, LB!
Principalpoop: you must talk or you are ejected
P Q Nukem: I'm now reduced to that which I admit looks silly but still has me with that same old problem
Mudhead: How very electric!
Dead Man Thinking: Time for go to sleep. I will be dead either before or after I'm dead.
Symptom 6: WBAI still liives. I do a show weekly!!
DJTween: Thanks for stopping by :)
DJTween: kewl S6
Harry Cox: And it was called "Sleepwell...."
Dead Man Thinking: I'm always stopped!
Principalpoop: dweet sreams ded man
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:41 PM and Random sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Symp: What show is that, I live in NYC and listen to Max Smid's old time radio show?
Bergman'sLament: After the flood, they moved(BAI)
Mudhead: Don't think too much!
Lonesome Beantick: One hundred and twenty million Americans are watching with their two hundred and forty million blue eyes.
Symptom 6: Max ids still there
Player: I'm off the grid.
Symptom 6: my show is Morning Dew
ElevatorDoorOpens: Or was that grease from ancient Grape?
Mudhead: two hundred forty two
Harry Cox: Morning Dew? Well, walk me out in that!
Dexter Fong: You play a lot of Dead, yes?
P Q Nukem: my, ah, seems to be right down here, thats it, a little to left, ahhh
Lonesome Beantick: it's ok, they're speaking chinese.
Symptom 6: sure do, but lots of other stuff as well
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and PGM_GOLFER disembarks at 9:43 PM.
DJTween: Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php
Mudhead: Are we ready for symptom6?
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the infomercial, Tween =))
Symptom 6: you should all tune in
Bergman'sLament: Heard a live recording of Weirdly Cool, on BAI, a few months ago.
Elayne: Out of curiosity, how many of yoiu are in the midwest? Hope you're all OK
Elayne: Thanks Tween!
ElevatorDoorOpens: I was all over Mt. St. Helens 5 years before it erupted...
Fuquad: Gotta git goin! Nite!
Harry Cox: <----Madison WI--sounds like we're getting the tail end of it, only 5 or 6 inches.
Lonesome Beantick: That's a nice story Mr. President, but where can I find a job?
Elayne: Night Fuquad, thanks for joining us!
Merlyn: just check with Nino Elayne
||||||||| Catherwood ushers slarsonbiz in through the front door at 9:45 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
P Q Nukem: Only its like no other chinese heard before, a dual dialect of a derelect.
Principalpoop: and night to your brother diquad too
Harry Cox: They never come up into the hills....
cs: austin or someone should show up here and peddle the new books
Citronut: Referring to this art is funnier than the art itself
Mudhead: I'm in Cambodia standing on my head. See, now it's morning!
Symptom 6: doses doses doses
P Q Nukem: Man those guys play rough
Principalpoop: bend over and roll up your arm
Elayne: Nino says I'm in Purchase, Merlyn, I don't necessarily believe him. :) Are you realy in Cambodia, Mudhead? Why?
cs: is it an enlightened morning?
Bergman'sLament: Profiles in BB sauce?
||||||||| Player rushes off, saying "9:46 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'PieBozon', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
alvarado: Did you see the temple with the ever widening hole in it?
cs: yes lament
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Duck Chance into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:46 PM, then departs.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:46 PM and buzzquip waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:46 PM crosstown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: A. Choke, are you from Phoenix? I saw lots of photos of snow in AZ.
ElevatorDoorOpens: (is Catherwood a clock?)
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to ElevatorDoorOpens and says "My ears are burning..."
P Q Nukem: A game that only two can play and those two aint talking
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'cosmicpeon', just granted probation at 9:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mudhead: Had my rent controlled apartment taken by my landlady's granddaughter, so I put my stuff in storage and headed to SE Asia for the winter...
DJTween: Catherwood is a Bot
||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTween
Bunnyboy: Holy Fudd! Is it Free Cheese Day?
P Q Nukem: I cant stop this itch
DJTween: Catherwood, please give ElevatorDoors a clock
||||||||| Catherwood hands elevatordoors a clock.
Symptom 6: cheses
Elayne: Hey Bunnyboy! Amazing, isn't it?
Principalpoop: ahh bunnyboy, head this way, use your elbows if necessary
||||||||| Catherwood leads UberDubber in through the front door at 9:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cs: hi bun
Bunnyboy: Who's been marketing?!? Tweeeennnyyy!
alvarado: What part of Cambodia mudhead
ElevatorDoorOpens: Wow, it is nice and shiny! Catherwood cleaned my clock!
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:48 PM, exactly!"
||||||||| 9:48 PM: cush jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
P Q Nukem: The clean part
Bergman'sLament: THump ON, Bun!
Lonesome Beantick: G-night Gang! It's been Real...Ah,............ Yeah Real!
Mudhead: Sihanoukville, south coast.
Citronut: pep pills pep pills pep pills
Principalpoop: then stop slapping me bergmans lam
Harry Cox: Night Lonesome!
Bergman'sLament: Bye Beat
Dexter Fong: Night Lonesome
cush: Bottles!!
PieBozon: I'm three hours ahead of me
cs: is Cambodia anything like Spaulding Gray describes it?
Principalpoop: oops, wrong long name
ElevatorDoorOpens: Time for a single entendre?
Lonesome Beantick: HUGS TO ALL (out)
Elayne: Night LB! Thanks so much for coming, do join us again!!
Mudhead: I'm 12 hours ahead of everybody!
P Q Nukem: The low fidelity region of the west coast
Symptom 6: i'm really enjoying the recording / broadcast
Lonesome Beantick: KK
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny...so many people I missed your entrance
DJTween: You're before the future!
DJTween: Whatcha doin' in Cambodia, Muddy?
Mudhead: Must be this time machine built into this grandfather clock.
P Q Nukem: Yeah bunny do it again
P Q Nukem: Put the big hand on the, NO not there!
Bunnyboy: I wish I could remember Roger Bowen's pep speech, from MASH.
Principalpoop: staying at the Pol Pot Holiday Inn mud?
||||||||| buzzquip is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:51 PM.
Mudhead: Well, today I'm cutting the soles off my shoes sitting in a tree and learning to play the flute!
Dexter Fong: okay...afkfr
ElevatorDoorOpens: Seismic stations around the world have detected an unxeplained singnal....
Thwenny: Sounds like a good occupation
Mudhead: In other words, as little as possible!
Elayne: Okay, this one isn't necessarily for the new people, but the regulars here know I often come here asking for SIlly Sites to post on my blog. Anybody got any? Anybody got any peyote??
Harry Cox: Then I might pick up some girls! Ha!
Principalpoop: not me, I will find a bunch of people, dress like them and follow them around
Thwenny: heheh
P Q Nukem: Fixing it would be too expesive besides it give the kids something to make fun of.
Pablo: Who broke the president?
Principalpoop: ahhh, clem?
Bunnyboy: Something like..."Ever since the dark days of World War Two, I have been proud to wear this uniform..."
P Q Nukem: WE here see all of you, and we are ready to help you
alvarado: back in 1776 they were to busy singing songs
Principalpoop: Isn't that bridge built yet?
Symptom 6: just what is he ranting about?
P Q Nukem: If they werent too drunk to remember the words to the song
cs: That was Bergman's theme throughout this show, we'll all get through this together
Symptom 6: quite a read thru
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Random - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Fran52 - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| mauserk98 - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Fuquad - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Uh clem - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| bix313 - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| bigfoot - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| CLEM - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Enlighten Prince - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Drooo - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Okay, I found tonight's SIlly Site. "This isn't TV, this is real life!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=iYgn8U4PCGQ#!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:55 PM downtown bus from California pulls away, leaving DoubleDee coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
P Q Nukem: Im still drooling
ElevatorDoorOpens: It is really too bad Bob Bunny was dead from the fiddlers. Not a good way to go.
Duck Chance: It looks like you solved another one, Danger, but you still put me through too many changes!
ElevatorDoorOpens: ot as dealy as bagpipes, though...
Symptom 6: see all you Bozos & Bozoettes next time
Bergman'sLament: Take Care ^
ElevatorDoorOpens: Uh-oh, an 'N' shortage....
Elayne: EDO, it depends on whether they were fiddlers three.
Dexter Fong: Night Symp
Citronut: This was fun - Tomorrow have to go pollute young minds
Bunnyboy: Anybody else pick up the new FST books?
Elayne: Bye S6 and B'sL! Please come back!
||||||||| At 9:57 PM, Duck Chance vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Elayne: Bye Citronut, come again next week!
Elayne: Or however you reacted!
Mudhead: Like the good book says, there are bigger deals to come!
cs: funny enough, el
Pablo: bye Sym!!
P Q Nukem: Was this one with or wthout the extra cheese and speel my name NUKEM
Harry Cox: I can tell by the pie on your tie....
Harry Cox: Funny stuff, Elayne! Thanks!
DoubleDee: testlicalz deviant
ElevatorDoorOpens: Is it done? or over? or done over? or over done?
P Q Nukem: The details like this cheese is getting hard to swalloow
Principalpoop: don't! stop! Don't! stop! don't stop! don'tstop!!!
Principalpoop: Gouda is with the force
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Mudhead: Stop? Whatsis stop?
||||||||| A stretch dumpster pulls up to the front door at 10:00 PM; P.austin gets out and signs a few autographs before entering the Waiting room.
Merlyn: Phil!
Principalpoop: OMG
P Q Nukem: Maud? Maud? dang I'm upwind again, now where'd she go?
cs: Hi Phil
Bergman'sLament: HeyPA
||||||||| P Q Nukem dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's P Q Nukem?! It's 10:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
P.austin: I'm back, and I'm bewildered
Harry Cox: Hooray!
Principalpoop: all hale!
Mudhead: Mr. Austin, can we get a statement for our listeners?
Harry Cox: Bewitched, bothered and....
ElevatorDoorOpens: In my opinion, government needs more humor....
Principalpoop: What do you think of American girls?
Merlyn: or a statement for our Loosteners?
Bunnyboy: Hi, Mr. President!
P.austin: Who the hell were all thse now-faded names who were here?
ElevatorDoorOpens: For starters, let's get Air Traffic Control to observe "Talk Like a Pirate Day"
cs: Athey began showing up last week. it's a brave new chat
Harry Cox: They're from the Other Side.
Elayne: Evenin' Phil!
Principalpoop: noobies who never type or chat
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:02 PM and late as usual, it's P Q Nukem, just back from Billville."
P.austin: Hi, dear friends all.
Mudhead: I try not to look back...
Symptom 6: I'm back. P Austin brought me in
Merlyn: Phil, I promoted tonight's chat on the Firesign facebook page and sent out to the email list
Elayne: Phil, there were a lot more where they came from.
Dexter Fong: WB Phil
Mudhead: Hi Phil!!
cs: Hope Oona and the dogs are thriving.
ElevatorDoorOpens: I am a lot more where I came from
P.austin: They're back from the shadows. Again.
Harry Cox: Shoulder to Shoulder, Heart to Heart......
Mudhead: Again???
Elayne: Yes, I'd love a menagerie update! We're down to only one cat in the Riggs Residence now...
||||||||| uhhClem sashays in at 10:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bunnyboy: You see, Phil? You really had a wonderful life!
Symptom 6: the emaol list worked for me
alvarado: Hi Phil I am one of the newbies
P Q Nukem: What a noble effort thanks all, and without chemical assistance
Elayne: LOL, Bunnyboy!
Pablo: Just up in a tree
ElevatorDoorOpens: speak for yourself
Bunnyboy: But you're still going to jail.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:03 PM crosstown bus from Michigan pulls away, leaving LoDoKid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: Hear, hear!
ElevatorDoorOpens: there there
Elayne: Where? Where? Out in cyberspace?
alvarado: Where where
ElevatorDoorOpens: where? where?
Mudhead: Your ambassador? No problem, he's in the next cell...
DoubleDee: LookingForInfo on-a GreaterBayAreaGig
Merlyn: For the newbies here, P.austin is the real Phil Austin, Regnad Kcin himself
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:04 PM and late as usual, it's jimbeau4, just back from Funfun Town."
P Q Nukem: I can handle jail its that elevator music that gets me right there
P.austin: Layne: we've got six dogs and an outdoor cat who's adopted us. Named Kattie Kay and she evidently works for the BBC.
Symptom 6: ahh those were the good ol days
Principalpoop: fish heads fish heads rolly polly fish heads
||||||||| 10:05 PM: Uncle Jibber jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Harry Cox: The BBC and Doris Day......Matt Busby....
Bergman'sLament: Thought he was Nancy
Principalpoop: i heard dianna ross sing love child in the grocery store the other day
P.austin: Hi, Merl: I forgot my proper login to become Reginald
Mudhead: OOOh! a Kitty with an accent!
Bergman'sLament: Right, that's the other Phil . .
cs: how's it goin, phil?
Harry Cox: What are you writing these days, Phil?
Principalpoop: oh nicky nick nick nick
P.austin: Regnad. Damn spell check!
Elayne: Working for AUntie Beeb? Say it ain't so, Phil!
Mudhead: Dig it!
Dexter Fong: E: Say hello for me and tell Doc he's got some CDs of mine
ElevatorDoorOpens: OK, how does a cart meow in different languages?
DJTween: Hi Phil :-)
Bergman'sLament: Liked B Teeth on the Unknown, thanks for the posting, Phil
Elayne: Will do. I'm malling it up with DocTech and Lili this Saturday, folks, I'll pass along all your best to them.
ElevatorDoorOpens: catn tyep worht a danm
Dexter Fong: While I *do* have many qualities, I'm not Phil A
Mudhead: I dunno,How?
Harry Cox: Blimeow...
Elayne: Phil, I think "Reginald" is also working for AUntie Beeb.
cs: yes our best to them
Symptom 6: Hey Phil, would you consider doing an appearence on WBAI: back to the future
||||||||| P Q Nukem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, P Q Nukem exits at 10:07 PM.
cs: we're glad they survived your weather and stay as well as possible
P.austin: 6: sure . Lemme know.
Elayne: Thanks Dex, I'm switched from Msg to group chat again. I can't msg when there are so many folks here, it confuses me too easily.
||||||||| mklprc enters at 10:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Symptom 6: how? want my phone number?
Principalpoop: thursday and 42, hike
alvarado: As the sun set slowly in the east i bid farewell
Mudhead: Hey, that's MY goat!
Harry Cox: Night Alvarado, say hi to Pico!
||||||||| alvarado leaves at 10:09 PM, 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..."
DJTween: See you next time, alvarado
Principalpoop: take alvarado to the pasadena cutoff
cs: where is hemlock stones when we need him?
P.austin: 6: email if you would. You can leave on my FB page as well.
Mudhead: Aloha, Alvarado!
Dexter Fong: Night Alvo
Elayne: Goodness yes, where IS Stones this evening?
Mudhead: Stoned!
ElevatorDoorOpens: Elevator door closes, leaving the music behind......
DJTween: He was on FB today complaining about Skype
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Florence - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Lonesome Beantick - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Dead Man Thinking - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Citronut - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| riffraffrick - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| slarsonbiz - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| PieBozon - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| cosmicpeon - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| UberDubber - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| cush - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Symptom 6: will do many thanx
cs: Isn't he with BBC?
Dexter Fong: Tween: He's *always* complaining about Skype
Elayne: Oh no, more deadwood gone...
Principalpoop: quite the mix of diseases there
||||||||| my real name enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: Yer killin' tonight, Phil
||||||||| Around 10:10 PM, mklprc walks off into the sunset...
Bunnyboy: Catherwood's shoveling them out...
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bunnyboy and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
Elayne: LOL, Merlyn!
||||||||| mklprc enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Elayne: Welcome, mklprc!
Mudhead: Still standing and standing still!
Dexter Fong: Nicks with no vowels are not encouraged
cs: you got the zombie vote
Bunnyboy: SFX:Crickets
Elayne: Mudhead, what time is it now in Cambodia, anyway? Mid-morning?
Uncle Jibber: put it between 2 pieces of bread,..& eat it!
||||||||| jimbeau4 leaves to catch the 10:11 PM train to Memphis.
Principalpoop: O I C U 8 1 2
Bunnyboy: mxyplyx
Bunnyboy: Sic
P.austin: Cat: have you ever watched the "walking dead" on tv?
Dexter Fong: I one the sandbox
Mudhead: My vowels all have nicks in them. Clumsey me...
cs: i wonder if some people here even know who the Firesign Theatre are
Principalpoop: i lump them altogether into mister alphabet
cs: no phil
Bergman'sLament: Is it C-wood or Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Bergman'sLament and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?"
Elayne: My husband was just talking about The Walking Dead, Phil. Apparently it's some TV show were people argue a lot and every now and then a zombie appears.
Mudhead: 12 hours before NY. 10:12 AM Friday.
ElevatorDoorOpens: In Hawaiian, dismiss 2/3 of the consonants
Principalpoop: i have seen the commercials, not intrigued
Dexter Fong: Berg: It "Catherwood" he responds to and if you don't want to activate him, use an abreviation
||||||||| Catherwood gets to activate him use an abreviation.
DJTween: Well by golly cease, let's ed-u-cate 'em
Harry Cox: <---too busy watching radio...
Elayne: Thanks Mudhead, I was right, mid-morning tomorrow! Very cool.
DJTween: lol Harry
Bergman'sLament: straighten up, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood straightens up.
cs: Phil, you might want to mention that you have a couple of new books out. Some people here might not know.
Mudhead: Yes, waiting for you all to catch up.
Harry Cox: New books?!
Bunnyboy: Yeah. The WD books are head, shoulders, knees and rotting toes, over the TV show.
Principalpoop: you are noon tomorrow? how much snow will I get tonight? roanoke, virginia
ElevatorDoorOpens: News to me, for one...
cs: Exorcisms in BBQ Sauce
ge||ge: Yes, please mention the new-ish books.
Elayne: Mudhead, give me five more minutes... sorry no, that's the response to "are you ready to rock?", isn't it...
cs: post link, merl
Bunnyboy: No Product Placement!
P.austin: E.Layne: yeah it's such a comic book. Very strange. There's even a little talk show called the "talking dead". Originally based on a book graphic.
Mudhead: How much snow? How much money do you have?
DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
Uncle Jibber: Ahhh...DUE!
Elayne: I've heard of those, Phil. I married into the biz. :)
||||||||| "Hey Uncle Jibber!" ... Uncle Jibber turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:15 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTween: Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php
Bunnyboy: SFX: Blistering Chop
Dexter Fong: Sooo long?
Mudhead: Wrong kind of snow.
Elayne: Oh, speaking of which, Robin has a few art pieces up to benefit our friend Peter David, a very good writer who's recovering from a recent stroke and could use help w medical expenses.
Principalpoop: wink wink nod nod, say no more
Elayne: For more info: http://elayneriggs.blogspot.com/2013/02/for-peters-benefit.html
Bergman'sLament: I'll calmly wait in the sitting room, thank you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Bergman'sLament
Mudhead: All hail Peter David!
Harry Cox: Wow--what a drawing!
Elayne: If you're so inclined, Mudhead, you can buy my husband's Man-Thing to benefit Peter. :)
Bunnyboy: Peter David's long X-FACTOR runs are killer.
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: As long as you're over there in the far east, look up Wake, from whom we've heard little of late
Elayne: WHich one, Harry? The Hulk cover he did with Liam Sharp? Yeah, we've held onto that for years, not wanting to part with it.
Harry Cox: Yeah, the Hulk cover--cool!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:18 PM and late as usual, it's porgy, just back from Memphis."
Elayne: Wd did the math, and figured Peter is partially or completely responsible for about half of Robin's career.
Elayne: Feel free to bid, Harry. :)
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Guy ManDude', just granted probation at 10:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Hi Porge
Principalpoop: i should write a book condeming consumerism, i could make a bundle
Elayne: Welcome, porgy and GuyManDude!
Elayne: LOL, PrinPoop!
Harry Cox: That's two postmen times three meter-readers...
DJTween: heheh P
Guy ManDude: 10Q
||||||||| Zachariah steals in around 10:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
cs: http://www.bearmanormedia.com/
||||||||| Around 10:20 PM, Merciful Lee Dickens walks off into the sunset...
Mudhead: Is that legal? Selling someone elses Man-Thing?
Elayne: Thanks Mudhead. I thought that was a pretty softball straight line, I was getting concerned that nobody ran with it...
Mudhead: Did you remember to carry the bum?
||||||||| "10:21 PM? 10:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "groat-cluster should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as groat-cluster enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Mudhead: Is it a Giant-size Man-Thing?
Elayne: Welcome to Firesign chat, groat-cluster!
Elayne: What else, Mudhead!
Dexter Fong: Objects in *your* mirror may be closer than they appear
cs: any thing you'd like to tell us about, phil?
||||||||| groat-cluster rushes off, saying "10:22 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Mudhead: Groovy, economy size!
cs: http://www.bearmanormedia.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=602
cs: I like the psychic orgasm line
||||||||| Around 10:24 PM, OldZeb walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cypo - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| marq - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| krampus - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| AllTheSameToMe - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Pablo - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| DoubleDee - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Thanks for these links, Cat, I didn't know about this... oh dear, more deadwood clearing out...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:26 PM uptown bus from California pulls away, leaving Otter porn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: I'd best get out of here before someone mistakes me for deadwood. Flaoting away... next week, all!
Principalpoop: otter porn, thats the guy I wanta talk too
ElevatorDoorOpens: Sigh, my bullshit is all cut up.....
Mudhead: Cather ye deadwood where ye may.
Principalpoop: ciao E
Mudhead: Bye Elayne!
||||||||| Elayne leaves at 10:27 PM, 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..."
ElevatorDoorOpens: Reap the beater!
cs: by el
Mudhead: Muzak to my ears!
P.austin: Pete's goodbye song. There ain't no hook ...
Mudhead: Going up!
Mudhead: Definitely ain't no hook!
Merlyn: Phil, you're on in two places at once
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
Mudhead: First time I listened to Boom dot I thought the fishermen at the end were gods fishing for souls
ElevatorDoorOpens: Am I who you think you are?
Principalpoop: Is your mouth moving?
P.austin: Mud: that's great.
Dexter Fong: I thought we both were
ElevatorDoorOpens: Almost
cs: you can talk to yourself here,phil
Harry Cox: I'm going to go find some Sleepwell.......night everyone! Cheers, Phil; you and your art definitely affected my life. Thanks for that!
cs: 2 places at once
Mudhead: "Smiles" Kinda works tha tway, eh?
ElevatorDoorOpens: But will you listen?
P.austin: Thanks, Cox.
Dexter Fong: Huh?
Principalpoop: hihi harry cox
Mudhead: Bye Harry!
Dexter Fong: Night HC
||||||||| sirreal sneaks in around 10:32 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Bunnyboy: I never bought a bad BearManor book title. Don't know if there is such a thing.
P.austin: He was right about the comet ...
||||||||| At 10:32 PM, Zachariah runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
cs: are you listening to yourself on tweeny's podcast now, phil?
ElevatorDoorOpens: Another comet coming
cs: it is very strange hearing you then and seeing you here now
Dexter Fong: That comet/Asteroid made a great gaping hole in lake Ctchetchnya
Mudhead: So right about the comet he wasn't even IN Russia at the time!
P.austin: Catskills: I'm on Oona's iPad so I can't listen at the same time. Primitive.
Bunnyboy: Great voice actor bios, including a new Blanc bio/monster credits tome.
cs: you ask, are we on the radio now, in this show and coincidentally you tell us you are not
Mudhead: Why, I think I'll go jump in the lake, then.
Dexter Fong: It 's probably frozen over by now
P.austin: You know the meteor strike nearly hit Tankograd. I think there's a nuclear facility there too.
Mudhead: The lake with the ever-widening hole in it!
cs: Coincidence?
Merlyn: Siberia is a meteor magnet
Dexter Fong: Tankograd? Is that near panzerstadt?
Mudhead: Or near paranoia?
Dexter Fong: Just down the road from Pattonville
ElevatorDoorOpens: There are a few cubic miles of SIberia permafrost full of methane and carbon dioxide that will be released with global warming.....
Mudhead: Home of the Rusted Tank Museum, near Rommelville.
ElevatorDoorOpens: ...or a big meteorite hit...
Mudhead: With a bullet!
Dexter Fong: lol muddy
Mudhead: I meant to get off the subject of armaments.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bergman'sLament - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| A. Choke - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| PGM_GOLFER - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| porgy - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Guy ManDude - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
P.austin: I had a dream two nights ago. Peter was alive. I asked him if he was and he laughed at me. We were eating. Oona was in charge. We were having a good time. That's all I remember. This seems like a good place to deposit this dream.
ElevatorDoorOpens: Siberia is a big frozen whooley mamoth outhouse
Dexter Fong: Speaking of armaments....EU wants the military to reduce the amount of polution military vehicles put out...
Mudhead: Thank you Phil.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:41 PM, dragging Zen Cosmos by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Dexter Fong: Wanna reduce the polution coming out of the rear tubes on the vehicles, never mind the depleted uraniom coming out of the front tubes (gun barrels)
Principalpoop: i dreamed i ate a giant marshmallow and woke and my pillow was gone
cs: Yes Phil, it is a good place.
ElevatorDoorOpens: Your deposit will be credited to your account
ge||ge: @P.austin, please name the 2 books.
cs: I try and record my memories of dreams of Bit too.
Mudhead: That would be great, as the military will be the last polluter holdouts, if it came to that
Principalpoop: no chains, or other christmas carol effects? that is good
DJTween: That's really cool, Phil
Principalpoop: depleted uranium is a heavy metal like lead and mercury, but it is harmless, don't worry about it
cs: too bad that didnt happen, with the reads
Dexter Fong: Poop: Thanks for the re-assurance ......=
Mudhead: Someone stop those vehicles from putting out...
Dexter Fong: =/
DJTween: Getting an appointment with the Obama adminisration, P?
DJTween: FDA maybe?
Principalpoop: They think we are idiots, and they might be right hehe
cs: who's they?
Dexter Fong: Us?
Principalpoop: the military and government folks assuring us depleted uranium is harmless
DJTween: We have met the enemy, and they is us
Principalpoop: yes, they are us
nowhereman: them
||||||||| Catherwood leads Beet into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:47 PM, then departs.
nowhereman: them!
Principalpoop: we are all bozos on this bus
Dexter Fong: There is no "I" in them
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:47 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs mklprc by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: That's what you get for leaving out vowels
nowhereman: damned ants
Principalpoop: them in the movie were giant ants
Dexter Fong: there are no *Is* in ants
Dexter Fong: but there is in giant
Principalpoop: that depends on what the meaning of is is
Dexter Fong: gnat aints?
Mudhead: Wow, my Aunt looks like a person from here!
Principalpoop: great aunts like aunty M
cs: lol mud
Dexter Fong: and annunty authorian
nowhereman: i'm not drinking heavily enough to continue this, good night
Merlyn: Hey Phil, were you "OldMan" earlier tonight?
Principalpoop: cheers nowhereman
Dexter Fong: Jeeze I've got cs syndrome
cs: you should get a new liver, nowhere
Dexter Fong: Old Fan? Merlyn
Merlyn: old flan?
cs: yes it was red. i thought maybe oona or someone
Dexter Fong: Nativa Anciata
cs: red but who?
P.austin: Merl: nope, not me.
Merlyn: ok, it was Peter checking in I guess
||||||||| 10:52 PM: redfred jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Principalpoop: ewww, I got a chill
DJTween is chillin'
Mudhead: Bergman is everywhere!
cs: hihs atoms are among all atoms
||||||||| "Hey Zen Cosmos!" ... Zen Cosmos turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: In cambodia too? k3wl
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:54 PM and late as usual, it's Vato, just back from Hellmouth."
Mudhead: He's with the force now, bitch-slapping Anniken Skywalker.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| my real name - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Harry Cox - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| Otter porn - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| sirreal - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: PP: Yep, just saw him. He laughed.
cs: monique?
Principalpoop: I want some of that cambodian loco weed
Dexter Fong: I get regular msgs from Tony Alamo, they're usually left under the windsheild wiper of my car
||||||||| "10:56 PM? 10:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zen Cosmos should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zen Cosmos enters and sits on the divan.
Dexter Fong: WB Zen
Mudhead: Mostly comes from Laos...
Bunnyboy: Our supper won't make itself. Cheers, all!
cs: zen never goes away. it just appears to.
Principalpoop: bon ap bun
Mudhead: Bye BB!
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
ElevatorDoorOpens: Orcas, I fly in....
cs: by bun
P.austin: Me gone.
||||||||| Around 10:58 PM, redfred walks off into the sunset...
Merlyn: night BB
||||||||| At 10:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, P.austin!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cs: by phil
Mudhead: Bye Phil, and thanks!
||||||||| Around 10:58 PM, Bunnyboy walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: night Phil
Principalpoop: night phil, wow fast
Merlyn: bye phil
ElevatorDoorOpens: elevator door closes, elevator going down....
Zen Cosmos: in all Surius ness are the remaining trio going to audition a new fourth or go on stage now as only trio and i wouldn't be done grieving but maybe youse guyz are soon ???? and can pull off a Flying Kamramoz Brotheres-likwe revival of act by auditioning/mentorinf a new fourth or mentoringa Firesign Theatre 2.0??????/
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
DJTween: yw :)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: yes thanks tween
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/ '
ge||ge: ok,ok I'll ask the 2 book's name on the 28th. bye!
DJTween: my pleasure :)
||||||||| ge||ge departs at 11:00 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: ciao gege
Dexter Fong: Zen: I don't think any of us here know what's ahead, and probably neither do the 3 remaining FSers
Principalpoop: Nino knows, but he is not telling
Merlyn: ..and god night
Zen Cosmos: I last saw them on stage at Bagley Wright in Seattle and would do so again should they ever make it up here.
Dexter Fong: and good bless
Principalpoop: night and thanks M
Merlyn: and thanks tween
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Dead Man Thinking', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Sitting Room.
Dexter Fong: Thanks you Merlyn
||||||||| 11:02 PM -- Merlyn enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Dexter Fong, and leaves.
Merlyn: works, dex
||||||||| Merlyn, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 11:03 PM -- Dexter Fong enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Merlyn climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 11:03 PM
||||||||| DJTween departs at 11:03 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Merlyn: bye all
||||||||| Thwenny says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Thwenny exits at 11:03 PM.
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "11:03 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Godd job, Merlyn =))
cs: off we fly
Mudhead: OK, you're a cab!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs cs by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Zen Cosmos: well someone let me know someday if trio, new fourth or ne quartet to carry on ever happen----Zen cosmos signing off...offf...off...off
Principalpoop: bufgr SKK
Dexter Fong: Me too, outta here...next week all
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 11:04 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Around 11:04 PM, Dexter Fong walks off into the sunset...
Mudhead: OK, good night everyone, except for me where it's a good morning!
||||||||| Zen Cosmos scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Zen Cosmos?! It's 11:05 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Mudhead: Goodbye from Cambodia and Giant Rats to you all!!
||||||||| 11:06 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and LB Inc falls out at 11:07 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 11:09 PM bus from St. Louis pulls away, leaving Runswithvoles coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| nowhereman - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Vato - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Runswithvoles: you call this progress
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Symptom 6 - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| LB Inc - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Runswithvoles - dead from Globner's disease
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
FreemanZ: Dead from Ipanima emphyzemah
||||||||| Fuquad tiptoes in around 11:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| FreemanZ - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Fuquad: Everything you know is wrong!
Fuquad: Goodnight!
||||||||| Uh Bob enters at 11:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| skippy sneaks in around 11:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Fuquad: As Ben Franklin said, "Fart proudly!"
skippy: Where's Nancy?
Fuquad: You mean, "Nancy?"
Fuquad: I not mean to Nancy...she likes it that way!
Fuquad: Are there any Bozos on this bus???
skippy: Mrs. Haber?
skippy: Betty Jo Bialowski?
Fuquad: Thank you for watching The Channel 85 Story!
Fuquad: Signing off NOW!
skippy: so long seeker
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh Bob - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says skippy, and leaves.
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| 12:01 AM: son of holflaffer jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
||||||||| uhRon tiptoes in around 12:02 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
son of holflaffer: I'll just wait here in the sitting room.
||||||||| "12:03 AM? 12:03 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Bosco should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bosco enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Bosco: hello, and please don't salute. I'm not really here...officially, that is.
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:06 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bosco by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
son of holflaffer: How can you be in two places at once...when you're not anywhere at all? do da skip areou.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:09 AM and late as usual, it's limodriver, just back from Illinois."
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fuquad - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre enters at 12:12 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
limodriver: don't tell me boys in their mom's basement quoting Firesign all night
Bightrethighrehighre: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!!!!
limodriver: boys in their fifties and sixties I should say
||||||||| "12:15 AM? 12:15 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Sir_Sidney_Fudd should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Sir_Sidney_Fudd enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
limodriver: well isn't that special
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I do hope I'm not too late for the proclivities.
limodriver: exactly why is this on East Coast time when they all live out here on the West Coast?
||||||||| Outside, the 12:17 AM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving beefheart coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
limodriver: okay so I almost got fired today for talking about Heidi klum eating In N Out burgers in the car
limodriver: and some rapper smoking weed before the Kathy Griffin Show
limodriver: uk this job I say I own my own service luken limousine here in Los Angeles
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: the standard thing around here is to take an In N Out Burgers bumper sticker and cut off the "B" and the "rs". :-)
limodriver: did you know most people in the industry don't tip
limodriver: scumbags
limodriver: do the 4 or 5 crazy guys actually show up here?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Fuquad in through the front door at 12:22 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
limodriver: or am I just pissing into the wind
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: if they do, their text is in red
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I haven't seen them here myself, but this is only my 3rd time or so
limodriver: I assume they have lives unlike many of their fan boys
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| son of holflaffer - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| uhRon - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
limodriver: I just drove some English actor from the airport what a wanker
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I didn't used to have a life, then I found the solution to all my problems, both personal AND scientific!
limodriver: I refuse to quote fire sign
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: but actually, I mainly show up here because Facebook keeps reminding me every week
Fuquad: Can't sleep. Hamburger all over the highway....
limodriver: I just got an email from their website. dee dum dee dum dee dum
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I once was able to quote the entire first 4 albums, but thankfully grew out of it.
Fuquad: Albums in my head repeating over and over again! Please make it stop...oh thanks!
limodriver: I sprang for the 80 hours of radio shows dvd when they did a life thing here a couple years back in Hollywood
limodriver: insane marijuana induced
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Otter porn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:29 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Astonian mountain', just granted probation at 12:29 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I really only have 2 decent Firesign-related stories.
Fuquad: Obviously deranged!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: that should be "apiary"
||||||||| "12:30 AM? 12:30 AM!!" says Catherwood, "soundslikedave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as soundslikedave enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Otter porn: Is this the center of the earth or some other center of the earth?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Anyway, story #1: when I was at Princeton in the spring of 1974, the boys came to town. I bought 6 tickets for the show before I even knew who was going with me,
soundslikedave: Hot lumps!
limodriver: siddoesn't know why you want to get into Becks Hill, sid doesn't want to know, sid doesn't care
Otter porn: Ah oh! Moms comming pretend like you guys don't know me.
limodriver: Princeton you new world order piece of shit
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: On the day of the concert, I was walking to class when I saw Proctor & Ossman standing on a street corner. I walked over and said hi. They said they were actually there on a secret mission to buy the campus. I said they had come at a good time, it was gift-wrapped (due to all the spring flowers).
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: well I was only there for 1 year ... didn't suit me, I'm more of a Berkeley type.
Fuquad: One person quoting Firesign on one side of the cafeteria....one person laughing on the other side of the cafeteria....
limodriver: now that chat page is going all wonky
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Anyway, they invited me to hang out with them after the show. So I did. We went to a restaurant, had some food, sang Toad Away in 4-part harmony for the waitress.
Fuquad: Cool!
Otter porn: Willy are you drivin dem limos for satan again?
limodriver: Berkeley home of intellectual zionist radicals
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Then Bergman said "Well, I'm up to walk the negro streets in search of an angry fix".
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: (a reference to the first sentence of Ginsberg's "Howl", of course)
Fuquad: "A few inches of water caused all this"
limodriver: zzzzzzzzzzzz
limodriver: most of the people out here in Hollywood work for Satan
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: and I'm thinking, "Where the hell is he going to find drugs in an unknown campus at midnight? I live here and *I* wouldn't have any idea where to go!"
Fuquad: residuals from voiceovers....Peter lives on!!!!
Otter porn: Does anybody know where the canibal fecal fest will be this year?
limodriver: Jews don't believe in the hereafter. they believe in what they're here after
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: long story short, by 12:30 we were looking at the most amazing lid of pot I had ever seen ... it was nearly all flowers, which was very unusual back in the days of "sticks and stems and seeds".
limodriver: the fest will be held in Vancouver the new Hollywood Babylon
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Astonian mountain - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Dead Man Thinking - dead from jaundice
 ||||||||| skippy - dead from pneumonia
 ||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from the fiddlers
 ||||||||| beefheart - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Otter porn: Now there seedles seeds
limodriver: congratulations you emptied the room
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I didn't normally partake, but I couldn't pass up the chance to get stoned with the FT. It was a once in a lifetime thing.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: It was incredibly powerful ... almost like hash ... I got REALLY stoned from just a few puffs.
limodriver: who is this guy talking to?
limodriver: he's really creeping me out
Fuquad: Got stoned on FT before ever toking....
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: The next day, I was trying to do my statistical mechanics homework, and I couldn't, because all the little curvy integral signs and stuff were squirming and crawling all over the page.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: It was like that for 3 days.
Otter porn: Limodriver! Can you drive me and my friends on the heavenly bus from the Blue mouse trailer park in Hellmouth to Vancouver?
limodriver: no mice just moss
Otter porn: I here them boys in Vancouver are finger linkin good!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Headline: STRANGE BUT TRUE! THE FIRESIGN THEATRE MADE ME GIVE UP POT!
limodriver: your twisted dude
Fuquad: It's hotter than hell in Heater but hotter than Heater in Hellmouth!
Otter porn: Wait a minute.....everything is turning Blue! Ah oh....moms comming pretend you guys know my dad.
limodriver: for fuk sake
limodriver: I made your mom come
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Hellmouth is where they eat that Hellfire At Both Ends ultra-hot salsa?
Fuquad: Pot makes you stupid cuz....uh....I toked and I'm stupid.
Otter porn: Please don't make mom come again. I'm suppose to be reading the bible.
Fuquad: I dunno....well....head of cabbage...what do you think?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: You could always read the Song Of Solomon to her while she's coming. :-)
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I was tempted to ask Otter "Who's your daddy?" :-)
Otter porn: Hey thats a great idea! :) That will stump her by golly!
Otter porn: If I only knew Mr. Fudd ....if I only knew
Fuquad: Goodnight...have a wonderful evening seekers!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Purely for academic purposes and to better dissemble about his acquaintance, of course.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: As Swami P. T. Baranuman said, "There's a seeker born every minute."
Otter porn: Good night you Jihadist you!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers daak inside, makes a note of the time (12:52 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Come to the daak side. :-)
Otter porn: A tweeker born from every seeker said the migrant hooligan
Otter porn: Ah oh ....moms comming
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: If you could birth a tweeter, I'd be your woofer. Woof woof.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I have bass motives. :-)
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| soundslikedave - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
daak: There's so much i don't know
Otter porn: Mr. Fudd. Are you related to the Fudpuckers?
daak: Are those things fried eggs?
daak: I played thr game
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: No, I'm the inventor of the motor-operated pushover. Or was it co-designer of the Sony PS2? I have trouble remembering.
Otter porn: Those eggs are not here but from a bottoless pit at the center of the yoke
daak: But I couldn't figure out what to do with the groat cakes
Otter porn: That's bottom less
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: "I was looking down the barrels of three 38s, and that one in the middle looked hungry."
daak: They are in everybodies' eggs
Otter porn: Oh I get it. Were all Indians now.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Some may say that's an oversimplification.
||||||||| 12:59 AM: BadddBill jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
daak: No, we are all Bozoz....on this bus
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Otter porn: Here Daak I just whipped up a bowl of blue moss from a silver crow
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I'm not on the bus ... I can't stand looking 5 thousand feet down into the Grand Canyon through a forest of bozo wigs ... I must have afrophobia. :-)
daak: Did you say Don Bruhaha?
Otter porn: Ha ha ha ha ha
daak: I stand corrected
Otter porn: or do you mean erected?
daak: Now look this is Nude Age Enterprisise, but we don't go beyond that.
Otter porn: I thought indians wore clothes. Maybe not.
daak: oops I meant Nude Age Enterprisis
daak: Enterprises
Otter porn: Hey hey hey I thought we were all Catholic Indians.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: third time's the harm :-)
daak: Ahh, but they did invent the wire recorder, and I hear they can change into animals.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: No that's a different routine. :-P
Otter porn: Well I knew they could be in 2 places at once but I thought they just invented the vacation
daak: Oh, but old Ben franklin, the only ....but you know what I'm saying
daak: The Aztecs invented the vacation, Doctor Who can tell you that!
Otter porn: Was'nt he a president that never got elected?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: When I was a ranger at Burning Man, every ranger had a secret super power. Mine was that nobody could die while I was on duty, but Danger Ranger's was bilocation. There were SEVERAL documented reports of him being in 2 places at once. Really useful skill to have when trying to cover the whole playa.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BadddBill - dead from The Plague
 ||||||||| limodriver - dead from intense demonic possession
 ||||||||| Fuquad - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Otter porn: Makes a lot of sense to me for some unknown reason
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: "They're dropping like flies!"
daak: Ben Franklyn, was he an early drug user?
Otter porn: They could not beat the reaper
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: not that we know of. He was high on the real thing ...
daak: He wrote of it in Poor Dick's Conspiracy
Otter porn: He wrote of it ....or did he
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I had West Nile virus a few years back .. weirdest diease ever.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: *disease
Otter porn: Did you turn into a rabbi Mr. Fudd
daak: Everything you know is...what?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: The main symptoms were tiredness, lethargy, my chest broke out in red spots, and the soles of my feet itched like crazy for a week.
Otter porn: Did yout teeth itch too?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: No I couldn't reach my feet with my teeth. :-)
daak: He was wearing ladiies' shoes.
Otter porn: Must not be a real indian then
daak: Indians can change into animals!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I lived in India for 6 months ... those are the REAL Indians.
Otter porn: When you got sick. Did you find out where milk comes from?
daak: Okay, so they can turn into REAL animals!, and invented the REAL wire recorder.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Sadly, unlike Lord Krishna, I was never able to sample a thousand milkmaids before breakfast.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Especially with the lethargy and all.
Otter porn: Hey! The world wide conspiracy discovered that there is even a bigger conspiracy
daak: Well, did you ever get way downton and lick the Giant Rat of Sumatra>
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Dr. Lawnmower gets out at 1:19 AM.
Otter porn: That rat had skin smooth as baby's feet
Otter porn: I thought that was a gust of gravity
daak: You know, Otter, so few people know that. I know hy I do, and I get just a touch nauseated when I think of it. But how do you know that?
Dr. Lawnmower: A mighty wind has no gravity as far as the rat can see.....
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: giant rat of sumatra = I am a fragrant stout
Otter porn: I only know that everything is wrong and I can prove it!
daak: Everything you know or just everything in general.?
Dr. Lawnmower: The head of a stout, the eyes of a diamond and the tale of a rat!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Everything *Otter* knows. :-)
daak: Well, this pissing contest is a great deal of fun, but, can we take this into another place?
Otter porn: Wel I know something about General Goatheart through Nino
Otter porn: Yeah lets all jump in the hole together
Dr. Lawnmower: I wouldn't mind going some place else but you can't get there from here
daak: Real Gas Music From Jupiter?
Otter porn: Just follow the snake
daak: Hey, which snake, not the universal snake?
Dr. Lawnmower: You could get here from there if I could only l get rid of that darn T
Otter porn: The snake is a reeva
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I've been sitting here too long, I think I'll go wait in the sitting room.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: A reeva derci
daak: Nino is still in the box
Otter porn: Boggle me daak
daak: Oh, try me, I know Nino of old.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Y D O L T
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: K E S H I
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: D S U J R
daak: O H PO O Oh
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: A C G T K
Otter porn: Does that mean your skewered on a lightning Rod?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: W B E F L
daak: No.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: there's your Boggle (TM) :-)
daak: Good one Sid!
Otter porn: Did you go to colledge at the University of a million freshman in Bejing?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: no, but next year I will be at South China Normal in Guangzhou
daak: Sound like a world of great people to fleece at acrds, but, no.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: sabbatical stuff
||||||||| "1:33 AM? 1:33 AM!!" says Catherwood, "spikedacheese should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as spikedacheese enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: You spikedacheese, I spikedapunch
Otter porn: Hey spike. Did I choke on you at the swiss picnic?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: So a guy walks into a tailor and says "Eumenides?"
spikedacheese: Isn't this nice , actually I spike my doggies cheese and yes he's finally getting enough
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: And the tailor replies, "Sure. Euripides?"
spikedacheese: you ripp a dees?
||||||||| atomicelroy sashays in at 1:35 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
daak: What are we, a bunck a kids here? What's the story with "Strangers at our Door"?
atomicelroy: oh am I late... Damn
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Oh what I relief! For a moment I thought they were stranglers.
daak: Yeah yeah yeah, what's with the dogs?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: *a
spikedacheese: it was a bright night several summers ago me and my wives becky and edna were playing a game of spin the pickle when we saw it
Otter porn: The dogs? There smarter then you'll ever be!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Oh, two wives? Are you one of those people who think they can have their Kate and Edith too?
||||||||| At 1:37 AM, atomicelroy scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
spikedacheese: It was round and kinda dog shaped and sounded like Alvino Rey
daak: Oh great another couple who saw the guy with the nice eyes wearing ladies' shoes
Otter porn: He knows what milkis now
spikedacheese: How ever he and my dog know what cheese was
daak: He didn't like cheese did he?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: or wiz
spikedacheese: befor the great corporate cheese heist of 07
Otter porn: Have you ever ate the hole in the cheez?
spikedacheese: Oh Me Oh Miester
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: meine cheese heisst Helmut
daak: It was hotter in heeter in Helmouth And hotter than
spikedacheese: And doesn't it look lovely on you really brings out your eyes!
Otter porn: Blue cheese blue moss silver crows it all makes sense now
||||||||| Tejano Juan enters at 1:40 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
daak: Don Bruhaha
Otter porn: Ha ha ha ha
spikedacheese: Ha HA hah
daak: Oh I wish you wouldn't do that guys.
Otter porn: Was that an echo or was it
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: memorex?
spikedacheese: didn't you say that on the other side of the record?
daak: Well, then, IF YOU INSIST.
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Hang on ... no, they're speaking Chinese.
spikedacheese: its alright they are speaking chinese
Otter porn: Yes I said it backwards and the devil gave me a message
spikedacheese: Let me see that, Pick up Dry cleaning
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: "Turn me on, dead man. Turn me on, dead man. Turn me on, dead man."
spikedacheese: salami, hot mustard copy of this weeks National Enquier
daak: HA! I'll just make you wait, it's nothing really. I mean really nothing.
Dr. Lawnmower: Spikechineese speakachineese too?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: (That's what the "number nine" in the Beatles Revolution #9 sounds like backwards.)
spikedacheese: You'll have to ask my roommate Vlad
Dr. Lawnmower: Vlad about daak too
daak: I don't know why you came by this website, but you must now
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Paul is Jed. :-)
spikedacheese: Jed is jethro
daak: embark upon a journey that must certainly change your life forever
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Jethro wears tulle.
spikedacheese: Because he is Barefoot in the filmways promo
Otter porn: Were all sckeptics in this dark hole
spikedacheese: elementary my dear flatsom!
daak: If you were never a special person, YOU ARE A SPECIAL PERSON NOW!
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: this is the Skeptic Tank :-)
daak: Hello Seeker.
spikedacheese: Theres a Seeker Born every minute!
Otter porn: skleptics ib bliss blark hool
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I'm Sikher than you are!
Dr. Lawnmower: Tanks your welcome
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I have a degree in Turban Planning!
daak: Yes I've heard this foolishnes that there is a seeker born every minute.
Otter porn: Moms comming I'll be right back......don't wait I'll catch up
spikedacheese: I have one in Liberal Tarts
Dr. Lawnmower: If you get enough degrees you'll get a fever
spikedacheese: CUMMMING MOTHER!
spikedacheese: hes so good with the servants
daak: But even so, what comes next?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Well it's been fun, but I feel Symptom 7 coming on.
spikedacheese: OOOH GOODIE . Whats Up Tiger Lily is on Movies that suck!
Otter porn: Gary from the heavenly bus just stopped by ....sorry guys I'm back
spikedacheese: I feel an eving of Egg salad Phil Moskowitz and Brad The Impaler coming up!
daak: I was right about the comet.
Otter porn: Must be an uprising
spikedacheese: Ta La All! and a very good night!
||||||||| spikedacheese is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 1:52 AM.
daak: I was, in fact, right about the comet
Otter porn: How were we to know that it would land right in the middle of that warehouse in Russia
Dr. Lawnmower: Catherwood you can't gt away with this but I can
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Dr. Lawnmower and inquires "Something I can help with?"
||||||||| "1:54 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Lawnmower, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
daak: Oh, but that wasn't the comet. Sorry I kinda screwed up on that meteor
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tejano Juan - dead from the common cold
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Otter porn: Looked like a comet too me
daak: Well Otter, there's a difference
Otter porn: Evertything I know is wrong?
daak: Well, of course.
Otter porn: I knew it!
daak: But the comet is right there up in the sky now, and there's another even cooler one which you'll probably be able to see by late summer.
Otter porn: Have you ever been to the piss fest Daak?
daak: Sounds fun, what you wanna see me piss?
Otter porn: No...I want ta see you win!
daak: Hysterical! How does that work?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Otter porn: Why does she do that. I hate gon gongers in New York
daak: Well, who cares, I can't properly piss anyway.
daak: I'm not built like humans.
Otter porn: Well Daak ya see everyone pisses into the bottom of the bottomless pit until it comes out the other side. First one back wins the hole
daak: Oh sounds like more fun than doing laundry, I'll hail a cab right now
Otter porn: Make sure ya bring a pair of plirs
daak: Oh, my God, It looks like a big fried egg!
daak: Rebus Knebus?
Otter porn: God is in everybodys eggs
daak: He is going into the hole
Otter porn: Again?
daak: I hear Gas Music From Jupiter!
Otter porn: But is it real? Don't make eye contact
daak: Look here, my option is COMMAND!
Otter porn: If it is real fill up this dry cleaning bag
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Otter porn: Get under the seat and look away
daak: Oh no you don't. This is what others did before, and unfortunately that general was.....insane.
daak: Lets just refer to these as the phenomena.
Otter porn: Everyone is insane! I know that too!
Otter porn: The ahhhhh eggs sir????
daak: Oh, well then you can't trust me either and I can't trust you which means we all have to die.,
daak: So Just sit still, this won't hurt
Otter porn: Not again this dying stuff always comes back to haunt me
Otter porn: My eyes feel like to fried eggs about to explode. My screen must be brighting them too much
Otter porn: Daak you are a lot of fun but I have to go test the high voltage lines with my tounge
Otter porn: Owww!!!!
Otter porn: Well I guess I'm the last one to jump in the hole....this is Otter signing off
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| daak - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Rusty Saueblyde enters at 2:33 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Rusty Saueblyde: Am I to late for symptom 6?
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Otter porn - dead from measles
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 2:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rusty Saueblyde - dead from dengue fever
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| ao bounds in at 3:19 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 3:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ao - dead from the yaws
 ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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."

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