||||||||| 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 March 07, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween enters at 7:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| 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 enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts worker into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:42 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hello, worker ||||||||| Around 8:50 PM, worker walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| 8:51 PM: worker jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| 8:52 PM: Dexter Fong 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Dexter Rufus_T_Firetween: restarting the streaming box Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny Dexter Fong: Waiting for the restart Dexter Fong: Hello worker Rufus_T_Firetween: or somebody like him Dexter Fong: Has the box started streaming yet Rufus_T_Firetween: streaming now - no audio Dexter Fong: That's why I'm not hearing anything I guess ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's cs, just back from Vancouver." DJTween: that would be it Dexter Fong: Hi cat cs: no multitudes tonight? DJTween: Hi cease Dexter Fong: Not yet Cat Dexter Fong: Perhaps they're off being fed loaves and fishes ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 07, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" cs: last 3 weeks were in tents Dexter Fong: Like nomads ||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: Hi poop DJTween: Hey P Principalpoop: hey there Dexter Fong: where? Principalpoop: on the mountain Dexter Fong: Gotellit Mountain? Principalpoop: a fire Dexter Fong: a signal fire cs: hi poop Dexter Fong: I think Tweeny is experiencing technical difficulties Principalpoop: hi canada Principalpoop: tap it again fong, it is working DJTween: I've checked the feed Principalpoop: no crowds tonight tween, you can play obscure for us hehe DJTween: It's working DJTween: brian lock, on the other hand, doeth occur cs: i wonder why we went from our usual tiny group to multitudes, now back to normal DJTween: been under a bit of stress lately, for reasons I shall not discuss except to say: Boobus Americanus cs: i wonder if austin showing up 2 weeks in a row is relavent to that Principalpoop: no email announcing it tonight DJTween: Not sure Merlyn forwarded my FB announcement this week cs: aha DJTween: I did send an email, P Principalpoop: i did not get one Dexter Fong: I've got the fee, Dear Friends...Let's listen!!!! ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:07 PM, dragging reverb by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Dexter Fong: feed Principalpoop: i never saw it anyway, until hours or days later DJTween: I really do love the Humbolt County skit DJTween: Hi reverb Principalpoop: here they come haha, echo echo echo cs: aha, one of our non regulars appears Dexter Fong: hello again reverb...reverb...rever... DJTween: sent it about 2 hours ago, P cs: tween even more loveable is the original of this, a shadow moves reverb: greetings to all DJTween: I spent the afternoon at WallyWorld, so was a little late getting started Principalpoop: me too? wow, thanks cs: how are things with ne-noun? DJTween: Yeah, I agree cease Dexter Fong: and to all agod night DJTween: Was great to hear the original version Principalpoop: civilzation ho Principalpoop: what is the long spelling of ho? hoooo looks like who, maybe hooooooh Dexter Fong: ggggggggghhhoooo! Dexter Fong: The "g" is silent Principalpoop: ggee reverb: got any peote? Dexter Fong: gggggeeek Dexter Fong: a mouse Principalpoop: might be some mescaline in the freezer ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hi Merl DJTween: Hey Merl Principalpoop: here comes M, Ho Merlyn: hey tween, you want an announcement sent out? I just got in Merlyn: bought a car cs: merl Principalpoop: yes M, he made a special 2 parts just for them Dexter Fong: What kinda car, Merl? ||||||||| ncdrumr enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. cs: bike not good enough for you, merl? Principalpoop: cool, what color are your tires? Dexter Fong: More importantly, how tall are they Merlyn: a used grand prix Principalpoop: ncdrumr DJTween: Welcome ncdrumr Principalpoop: pontiac, another indian cs: soon, its nothing but indians Principalpoop: i head the athletic department Merlyn: a white tire that turned into a black tire that turned into a red tire Dexter Fong: smoke those tires DJTween: lol Merlyn ;) Principalpoop: chamillion reverb: laters, all. this bozo's gotta hit the sun alter. ||||||||| 9:16 PM -- reverb left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Principalpoop: ciao kimosabe Dexter Fong: Gittum up, Scout Principalpoop: walking the dog, gabby the sacred cowboy cs: the great masses of last 3 weeks have departed' cs: like flash mobs DJTween: apparently :/ DJTween: Too bad Merlyn: I just asked if you wanted me to, I just got in a minute ago cs: yeah, good idea, merl DJTween: OK cs: it would be groovy cs: you know the origin of that term? Dexter Fong: nope cs: you should, dex, it's your era DJTween: Records? Dexter Fong: I wasn't paying attention at the time cs: black american jazz musicians in paris scuffled to make records, ie grooves Dexter Fong: Sacre merde! cs: ive long been intrested in the history of words and phrases Merlyn: Prepare for the unwashed hordes as I've just announced the chats Principalpoop: where did the word sentence come from? Dexter Fong: Turn on the fire hoses Merlyn: Everywhere I go I see signs that say "FIRE HOSE" "FIRE HOSE" Merlyn: I say "support hose!" cs: how do you know they dont wash, merl? Merlyn: I can smell 'em from here Principalpoop: I want Free Hose, oh wait ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Greg, just back from Seattle." Dexter Fong: Hey Ah Merlyn: any relation to ah clem? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bookman4FR close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. cs: the number of times Fumiyo has worn stockings in the many years we've been married can be counted onfingers Principalpoop: Greg or ee cs: you were right, merl Ah Greg: Hello all, and not of which I am aware. cs: cummings, mothers Merlyn: almost anything can be counted on fingers Principalpoop: she prefers neked, pantyhose or socks? hehe cs: if your cut off other peoples, yes ||||||||| EWeston tiptoes in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: i was aware, once, maybe twice cs: are we still waiting? Principalpoop: I am, and Godot also Dexter Fong: Waiter? Wait here Ah Greg: What are we waiting for? Principalpoop: Everyone is groovy Merlyn: Godot stop: no waiting cs: bergman had a dream about the coming of the electrician he told the dream on the last episode of the magic mushroom shows on xmas eve, 1967 Principalpoop: clique au top pour listen cs: i had the privildge of lisening to it live Principalpoop: towel cs: he said the electrician looked like jim morrison Principalpoop: bath Principalpoop: border DJTween: A privilege indeed Principalpoop: may I see your passport please Dexter Fong: The electric lizard cs: this is so amazingly acted cs: they suck you into their alternate universe ||||||||| EWeston is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:33 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 9:33 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Manila E. bounds in at 9:33 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: wb EW cs: east weston? have some southern comfort Dexter Fong: Hi Manila Rufus_T_Firetween: Waiting For the Electrician At Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_the_Electrician_or_Someone_Like_Him Principalpoop: he can shout, don't here you ||||||||| Catherwood ushers ferret into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:34 PM, then departs. cs: Miss Envelope? Dexter Fong: shout louder, not here, you! Merlyn: Hey, Proctor made the papers: http://goshennews.com/breakingnews/x564671759/Goshen-native-Philip-Proctor-to-perform-at-GC-with-Los-Angles-Guitar-Quartet ||||||||| uh klem enters at 9:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. Rufus_T_Firetween: buy Waiting For The Electrician at Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatwait.html Principalpoop: hear we are EWeston: northwestern wetness on tap Manila E.: Yes, I'm here ||||||||| Outside, the 9:35 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Merciful Lee Dickens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. cs: Black Footed Ferrets have to sit in the back of the diorama ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'el_poptart', just granted probation at 9:35 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Rufus_T_Firetween: Waiting For The Electrician at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln cs: it was the best of times, it was the worst of dickens Dexter Fong: Fluxing in Manila E.: This seems a little random. Do folks here actually talk about the skits? Merciful Lee Dickens: I say, pesky Reskin - which way's Goshen?! Principalpoop: all newcomers must sign in and present their papers cs: or as they say in japan, r-poptart Dexter Fong: Manilaa: Yes and no =)) Manila E.: Or are we just quoting away here? Manila E.: Because I can do that just fine in my head. DJTween: and get their shots of blue moss ||||||||| 9:36 PM: Drooo jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Elayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. uh klem: Random- like Coolzip? DJTween: Hey E Merciful Lee Dickens: Hey, what's this worst-of-Dickens jit? Merlyn: even the elevator boy? Elayne: Evenin' all! Good to see so many new folks still coming back! Wait, that doesn't make them new folks any more, does it?... cs: we're listening to the first album now, manila ferret: here, a pack of zig zags, is this acceptable? cs: hey el Principalpoop: indeed, we analyze, disect, reconstruct, reference in specific detail ||||||||| Catherwood leads pNose II into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:37 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: Hi E Manila E.: Oh, gosh, I had no idea there was a listening aspect. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:37 PM, dragging Sinner by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Dexter Fong: and then we contrast and compare in private Manila E.: Hello Pp ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:37 PM and late as usual, it's reverb, just back from Arizona." Manila E.: Are you guys on side one or two? Principalpoop: click on top to listen too all of you Drooo: is this the sitting room? reverb: hey all, back from the sun alter. Principalpoop: this is side 5 Principalpoop: with the turkish lesson Dexter Fong: it's reverb again....again....agai.... ||||||||| Johnny Piano sneaks in around 9:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." reverb: hehehe Dexter Fong: Hey JP Johnny Piano: Well well well...long time no chat Principalpoop: no no, we wait in the sitting room Merciful Lee Dickens: the last side of this vintage motion picture... DJTween: Hey JP Principalpoop: yes a long time, cs: grid willing Johnny Piano: Yo Tween ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:38 PM, dragging Uh clem by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" cs: hey piano man Johnny Piano: Hi Poop Johnny Piano: And Monsieur Fong Principalpoop: wosup dude Johnny Piano: The sky, as far as I know. ||||||||| 9:39 PM: MichaelHatton 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!" Merciful Lee Dickens: In Memory of Bill Anderson reverb: i love this stuff! cs: wow, an actual name ferret: so nice to get some firesign on. Principalpoop: that is not what all the chicken littles say ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cs: how's it going, el? Dexter Fong: Hi E cs: good for your brain, ferret Johnny Piano: cs...would that be Cat? ferret: damn right Elayne: Hey Dex! Still on book 7... cs: yes johnny Dexter Fong: Yes JP Johnny Piano: Been too long, dear friends. cs: changed nicks when i got new computer last year Principalpoop: riba Dexter Fong: E: IS THAT THE LAST ONE YOU HAVE? Dexter Fong: oops Merlyn: caps yell Elayne: I have 7,8 and 9, Dex. Still on 7. Plus enjoying the comic version, which I'm giving to you when they're done. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Angus Q. Potsmacker', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:42 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Dexter Fong: Keep on reading then E EWeston: A heat packing priest topical again Elayne: Evenin' Angus! Principalpoop: and trucking Elayne: Dex, give me that 40-hour day and I'll get right to it. :) ||||||||| Catherwood leads Obsidian in through the front door at 9:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Angus Q. Potsmacker: Evenin all Principalpoop: hey Ob Elayne: Evenin', Obsidian! Dexter Fong: Hi AQ Obsidian: Howdy Principalpoop: I forgot Judy was topless Johnny Piano: How could you forget that? Obsidian: Howdy folks. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with KantThink close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule. Principalpoop: i focus on the disease ferret: howdy all Elayne: Evenin' KantTHink! Principalpoop: toxins Elayne: Nice nickname cs: i guess you're on the wrong side of the big tit, poop Principalpoop: click at the top to listen in KantThink: Thanks Dexter Fong: Toxi!!....Cab!!....Toxi Cab!! Principalpoop: my careful prothesis, the plague Johnny Piano: Welcome to De Toxin Show Elayne: Oh I know, PrinPoop, it's been awhile since I've heard Side 1... EWeston: Nice to see it's popular again KantThink: But this is side 5 ferret: the plague, the plague........(herve viilechaize) DJTween: NOTICE: currently playing - Waiting For The Electrician Or Somebody Like Him - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u cs: the capitol of the czeck republic in another universe Dexter Fong: Kant: Only on an 8-track KantThink: You should be following in your book cs: no tice is much better than no tits KantThink: We will be learning three new words in Turkish ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:46 PM and late as usual, it's Groovee, just back from Elmertown." Elayne: Evenin' Groovee! DJTween: hmmmm cs: on a summer afternoon? ||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Waiting For The Electrician Or Somebody Like Him - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Principalpoop: throw them your coat Merlyn: or three turds in workish Dexter Fong: Now, thake of your top, Judy Johnny Piano: LOL, Merlyn KantThink: No no no! You don't understand how radio works. Principalpoop: this way, thats it Dexter Fong: It's just this little chromium switch here Principalpoop: welcome to side 6 Principalpoop: coffee delight border Elayne: Thanks, that was a fun listen! ||||||||| skippy bounds in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: 1968, what year was that? EWeston: You people are so superstious. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Peter D in through the front door at 9:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| ge||ge steals in around 9:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." cs: skippity doo dah ||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Everyone in NY is a Communist - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Johnny Piano: Ah, the episode where P&B are still in NYC... Elayne: Evenin', PD and Gellge Principalpoop: gege, cousin to gigi and gidget and hulabaloo gogo girls Dexter Fong: JP: 3/22/70 DJTween: Maybe some of you folks from the old days can give us some background on this recording? Principalpoop: who is tiny veronica? Johnny Piano: Yes, I have the Duke Of Madness Motors collection...listen to it nightly. ||||||||| Dr. Vertigo sneaks in around 9:50 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Johnny Piano: Tiny, David's ex-wife. Elayne: PrinPoop, that would be David's ex-wife Tiny Elayne: I'm still nominally in touch with her... Dexter Fong: Well, it first came out on a Parlaphone wax cylinder -the original Berliner vertical tracking-.. Elayne: Oh wow, and Annalee's in this too KantThink: I will have to get that one. I have pretty much everything else including the script books Elayne: Everybody's ex-wife is in the house! :) Principalpoop: yamamoto Elayne: Oh my, Devin... I didn't expect that... cs: dave's kids too Johnny Piano: Has everyone acquired the latest Firesign books? cs: the late devin ||||||||| Catherwood ushers BEEDUB in through the front door at 9:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong raises hand Angus Q. Potsmacker: This almost sounds like Dear Friends KantThink: Latest? Elayne: Evenin' Beedub! Principalpoop: beedub a rooba cs: el, thanks for being here BEEDUB: Hola all Dexter Fong: Angus: A precursor ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| 9:52 PM: Tiberius 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!" ferret: where's the 30 w? Elayne: To provide background, Cat? :) Johnny Piano: Yep, new books came out in January. Principalpoop: hip hop bunny DJTween: Hey Bun Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny Elayne: Bunnyboy! Look, we have some new folks still with us! cs: hi bun Manila E.: . Bunnyboy: Howdy! KantThink: Thanks. I'm off to Amazon Elayne: Evenin' Tiberius! cs: no, to welcome newcomers appropriately Johnny Piano:http://www.bearmanormedia.com/index.php?route=product/category&path=71 Elayne: I've been trying, Cat, but I'm rather out of it at the moment... another 10.5 hour day... Principalpoop: welcome kirk to the chat cs: dont get eaten by carniverous fish, kant ||||||||| Catherwood ushers chatshat inside, makes a note of the time (9:54 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts boomer49 in through the front door at 9:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. cs: i cant order from there, johnny. dont ship to canada any more Rufus_T_Firetween: "Everone in NY is a Communist" is available as a free download at - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/page/2/ Tiberius: howdy! where can I get a nicely chilled blue moss? KantThink: Thanks, Johnny Bunnyboy: Any SHIBBOLETH news? Elayne: So, anybody have any Silly Sites I can blog about tonight? Principalpoop: marching ||||||||| Manila E., spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room. Johnny Piano: KantThink, I purchased them at Amazon, and they are also available direct from the publisher (BearManor Media) ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uh klem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| el_poptart - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Drooo - dead from the common cold ||||||||| pNose II - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cs: they come, the dont Bunnyboy: Whadja order, JP? ||||||||| Outside, the 9:56 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Bill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with 4d3fect close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. ||||||||| Manila E. has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:56 PM. Johnny Piano: Oh, the recent Firesign tomes "profiles in bbq sauce" & "exorcism" Johnny Piano: Bought 'em back in January EWeston: Oh but we believe Ms. VQ Bunnyboy: Hey, ME.! Husband dead yet? ||||||||| 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 Beet gets out at 9:57 PM. Angus Q. Potsmacker: watch the ground disappear LOL cs: must buy them thru amazon Principalpoop: gronk this Bunnyboy: Yup. Amazon has 'em. cs: hey! beet is here. Now we can make borscht! Elayne: Okay, found a SIlly Site for this evening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=D7jtpy0lfBU#! BEEDUB: I feel this may be the right place to get some input on a personalized license plate Johnny Piano: That's where I got 'em reverb: 'nite all!! I'll be back next week to play again.......beware that amazon; it's a jungle in there. 4d3fect: Catherwood, an order of ennui for everyone please. ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to 4d3fect and says "Did you want something?" BEEDUB: I have a 78 westfalia I'm about ready to get back on the road ||||||||| 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 nino disembarks at 9:58 PM. ||||||||| 9:58 PM -- reverb left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). 4d3fect: -oh, and gin & catatonics all around, thanks. Bunnyboy: They also have the recent FST playscript adaptations. BEEDUB: choices (still available last I checked) are: Tiberius: with a side of angst, please. cs: i'm cat, but not catatonic BEEDUB: ALLBOZOS Principalpoop: get gin and catatonics for everyone catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood gets gin and catatonics for everyone. BEEDUB: BOZOBUS Johnny Piano: Yes, I saw those. Bunny... ||||||||| Groovee leaves at 9:59 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..." BEEDUB: EFDFMP ||||||||| 9:59 PM: Elayne2 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Elayne2: Darn, I kicked myself out by leaving the wrong way... cs: 2 elaynes? BEEDUB: OR NOTNSANE Principalpoop: you need less or more drugs beedub Elayne2: Merlyn, are you here? Can you kill my doppel? Tiberius: Wasn't it the Bozobo monkey that lives in the jungle?... ferret: Regnad Kcin Johnny Piano: How about CRSHDWF? Elayne2: Obviously I've spent way too much time in front of a computer screen today... KantThink: UHCLEM BEEDUB: i BELIEVE i HAVE CONSUMED THE PERFECT AMOUNT DJTween: >> BEEDUB: I have a 78 westfalia I'm about ready to get back on the road << did they make those with TDi diesels? Bunnyboy: Wanna impersonate Porky Pig? Say BEEDUB three times, backwards. Johnny Piano: Or perhaps XWORLD ferret: thanks, catchya later. ||||||||| At 10:01 PM, ferret scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Elayne2: You have interesting hobbies, Bunnyboy. Principalpoop: starting an anti-ee cummings movement? BEEDUB: there are conversions, I have theoriginal 2.0 FI engine Elayne2: Cummings and Goings? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jahgust in through the front door at 10:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Elayne2: Welcome, jahgust@! Principalpoop: ah jahgust already jahgust: Hello good folks! It's been yonks! ||||||||| At 10:02 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, KantThink!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... cs: hey rhode island ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:02 PM, dragging Groovee by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Elayne2: It has indeed, jahgust. Welcome back! jahgust: snowing and crappy out here so had the night free..ish! Elayne2: Yonks is in my backyard, if I had a backyard. ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Beet by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Catherwood enters with LittleMoo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. cs: wuddya know joe : Thought I would just say hello. Hello. cs: where's my borscht? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 10:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: hello cs: i see the war with the cows is over Elayne2: I think I'm going to have a lie-down now. Carry on, folks! See you next week (aka the day before Red Nose Day)... ||||||||| 10:04 PM -- Elayne2 left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Principalpoop: ciao E cs: we'll try, el BEEDUB: byedios Johnny Piano: Avoiding the lonesome-ness, Beet? Johnny Piano: Nite, E Beet: I failed to say hello. Hello. jahgust: I dunno about the borscht but the belt is around my waste... and it's killing me! ||||||||| At 10:05 PM, Bill runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Groovee leaves to catch the 10:05 PM train to Portland. cs: billville Principalpoop: hellmouth EWeston: Where hanging mayors is a fine tradition Dexter Fong: Duckberg! Tiberius: It's definitely snowing in Billville tonight. 4d3fect: hell-o, I must be going. ||||||||| "10:07 PM? I'm late!" exclaims 4d3fect, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles. Principalpoop: penisula jahgust: ...(singing)"... because it's your fate!" ||||||||| "Hey BEEDUB!" ... BEEDUB turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:07 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... cs: go, come Johnny Piano: Revolving chat... jahgust: So indeed what is new in Duckberg with ya'll? jahgust: Lotta folks on tonight! Principalpoop: snow still on the ridge Dexter Fong: Jah: Been a whole lotta folks on the last 3 or 4 weeks DJTween: Live from New York, it's Thursday Night! cs: joe, there were a hundred people here last week and the 2 weeks beforfe jahgust: whole lotta shakin has there been eh? Principalpoop: mostly dazed and confused, give them a light and they will follow it anywhere Johnny Piano: Holy bovines! A hundred people?! ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elayne - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Dr. Vertigo - dead from the yaws ||||||||| chatshat - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| boomer49 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cs: providence, he's talking to you joe ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:10 PM and late as usual, it's Harry Cox, just back from Madison." ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:10 PM, dragging Elverado by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Dexter Fong: Hiya Harry cs: not a good time ||||||||| MobiousLogic tiptoes in around 10:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Johnny Piano: I can imagine. Principalpoop: harry cox, how is your organ? hehe cs: much an elverado about nothing ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:10 PM, dragging EtherZ by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Harry Cox: Hoo boy, I've been shootin' reds and yellows alllll day..... cs: didnt they shoot back? ||||||||| Outside, the 10:11 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving UhClem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Beet: Being somewaht new I am curious who THE GUY IN GREEN is? Principalpoop: zither ahh ether Elverado: Me too Johnny Piano: The guy in green, not to be confused with the rabbit in red... Principalpoop: bring sangria for all catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood brings sangria for all. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:12 PM and LW_Anim8r steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. cs: mm, sangria Harry Cox: Heeeyyyyy....nice! Principalpoop: low rider is a little higher Johnny Piano: I'll stick with my Magic Hat Heart Of Darkness stout, thanks. LW_Anim8r: Greetings, one and all! Harry Cox: What's a-matter, Catherwood, need a little sangria for the sanfroid? ||||||||| Catherwood hands a little sangria for the sanfroid. DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre ||||||||| Catherwood leads elmer into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:13 PM, then departs. 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 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 LW_Anim8r: My first time here... what goes on? jahgust: I'll have to stick with tea...no more soda and certainly no booze for me. Catherwood might I have a spot of tea please? ||||||||| Catherwood fors jahgust might i have a spot of tea. Johnny Piano: How's stuff in Elmertown? Principalpoop: womens liberation hehe LW_Anim8r: Women's libation, perhaps.... Beet: Catherwood non sequiturs ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Beet and says "Do you have something for me to do?" cs: this is from 1970. a different world Johnny Piano: Or as Peter once discussed, women's labiation. Principalpoop: the dog wants out again already, i don't want an accident so brb Harry Cox: Punish us then, and we ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Manila E. inside, makes a note of the time (10:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Harry Cox: will suffrage... LW_Anim8r: Shall I sit here in the waiting room.... or wait here in the sitting room? DJTween: a very different world, cease Elverado: Where is that son of mine? Dexter Fong: Stick with what yah got, LW Bunnyboy: I'm writing a new song, for Onan Winquedinque: "That's What Hands Are For". Or, maybe, "Hats". Tiberius: there's that cold shiver running up your spine... EWeston: Watch out for ferral burnuses ||||||||| Hal O'Dali enters at 10:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. cs: good for you, bun Harry Cox: I've always thought Hats were a cover-up for something... Harry Cox: just off the top of my head.... LW_Anim8r: So... will Firesign still go on without Peter, or have they run their course? cs: hell, dali Dexter Fong: We don't know yet Hal O'Dali: Hello! Johnny Piano: A question best posed to the remaining 3. cs: last week austin said they'd go on If Necessary Tiberius: occasional appearances, we hope. Beet: I heard last week that the others are doing some things but not as Firesign. LW_Anim8r: Well, I for one think it's necessary! cs: ie Poverty would make them re-unite. let's hope that doesn't happen Dexter Fong: Cat: If Neccessary?...Like Contractual obligation....or for tax purposes? Hal O'Dali: I believe The Guyz are insistent that The Firesign Theatre still exist. just down one member... Harry Cox: 3 or 4 Crazee guys..... DJTween: It's necessary, cease cs: poverty, dex Tiberius: they always did their own gigs, as weel as FST, didn't they? ||||||||| Angus Q. Potsmacker leaves to catch the 10:18 PM train to Funfun Town. EWeston: Not sure what Austin is up to but David and PhilP seem to be keeping busy DJTween: and once again a fan suggests an association with Harry Shearer cs: yes tiby jahgust: Saving my pennies to buy the new books to add to the FST coffers! Dexter Fong: Tibe: They've always done "things" so to speak Johnny Piano: There are certainly plenty of archival goodies planned, books and video. Hal O'Dali: Solo projects are always in the works but don't discount the possibility of FST doing something together. ||||||||| eknician waltzes in at 10:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Tiberius: Exactly! And occasional pairings. cs: hopefully they'll live a long time and are endlessly creative folks cs: yes tiby cs: i dont cross no tiled roofs ||||||||| More Sugar sneaks in around 10:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." jahgust: I've always wondered if there was enough recorded beyond what was released to finish The Pink Hotel Burns Down... though I know the gaming motif was used frequently after that cs: less sugar LW_Anim8r: I hope they re-release Pink Hotel.... it's the ONLY FST CD that I am missing in my collection -- don't know how I never picked it up initially! Dexter Fong: Jah: From my listening viewpoint, they did finish the Pink Hotel Johnny Piano: My understanding was Pink Hotel was just a taster to try to get backing to do the rest. Harry Cox: And I was hoping to learn more words in Turkish.... Johnny Piano: Actually, I believe Pink Hotel in an expanded form is on the agenda in the near future, at least according to the press release earlier this year. Hal O'Dali: Isn't Pink Hotel one of the archival treasures set to be re-issued in some form? More Sugar: Youth here doesn't know about the old school LW_Anim8r: Nor does AGE.... Harry Cox: You mean Communist Martyrs High School! ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'gitalong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Bunnyboy: LW: I think a reissued, expanded PINK HOTEL collection is in the works. Principalpoop: morse science high school ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| UhClem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| EtherZ - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| MobiousLogic - dead from measles ||||||||| Peter D - dead from jaundice ||||||||| skippy - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| ncdrumr - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| nino - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| LittleMoo - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Harry Cox: I was there when Ukipah Heap pressed the first brick.... LW_Anim8r: That would be fantastic! cs: lol harry EWeston: But that's what we were looking for! Tiberius: You give me hope to carry on. Principalpoop: nice variety of killing things that time Johnny Piano: Here, LW, check the following link. https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/pressrel/20121120.html More Sugar: You can wait here in the sitting room cs: wait her? wait him? Harry Cox: Waiter! eknician: Where, on Earth did I obtain an obsidian door knocker? Very deep black and majestic, but no door. Bunnyboy: Wee, mister? More Sugar: or you can sit here in the waiting room Johnny Piano: Perhaps at Kubrick's garage sale? Harry Cox: Get me outta these ropes and into a good belt of scotch.... EWeston: Do you promise to covet property pluality surity sequrety, and not hurt the state? More Sugar: I'll drink to that LW_Anim8r: Checked out the site, JP. Also see the blurb about the video releases... Harry Cox: What? Nice, Ewest! ||||||||| "10:28 PM? 10:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "CatManDEW should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as CatManDEW enters and sits in the comfy chair. cs: lots o cats Johnny Piano: Plenty of stuff yet to come, to be sure. Not the same as wholly new works, but I say we take what we can get! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:28 PM and CrackerBack Jox waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. CatManDEW: What's all this brouhaha? Harry Cox: Well, I've got to clone; I'm sure we'll meet again on the Funway.... jahgust: just reread that pres release and utterly forgot about the other stuff apart from the new books...the brain cells are losing... Johnny Piano: So long, Cox! Harry Cox: Forward.....into.....the passssssst......! Bunnyboy: Just like Facebook... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'leafar', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... LW_Anim8r: Stay Happy, Harry! jahgust: and JP I concur whole heartitly! cs: newcomers are coming CatManDEW: What, did Harry hear too much gas music? More Sugar: See ya Harry Johnny Piano: Thumbs up, jahgust. EWeston: Take your stand. I also know an insane amount of " Not Insane" jahgust: oh dear the spellcheck is broken, i.e. my brain hurts... Principalpoop: I, should'a known better with a girl like you cs: i remember austin saying he only liked old beatles More Sugar: Shadow vally condoms Dexter Fong: Cat: Wasn't Phil talking about ars? LW_Anim8r: I DO live there, and I'm home right now! Dexter Fong: cars More Sugar: If you lived here you'd be home by now Johnny Piano: Vaguely amusing statement re The Beatles, considering it's all old...now. But I get what he means. cs: this might be on one of these hour hour shows, i forget Hal O'Dali: He still wears his insect boots, too! cs: home is an idea, sugar jahgust: The old young beatles Principalpoop: do me do Johnny Piano: Pre-psychedelia More Sugar: Its all home CS DJTween: Home Is Where The Base Is Principalpoop: innocent beatles LW_Anim8r: do-be-do-be-do.... Dexter Fong: do me dooby do cs: first beatles song i liked was hard days night. in the flick. didnt like any of their other songs Johnny Piano: I guess there's no need to tell MS to make himself at home... LW_Anim8r: Thinking along the same lines, Dex! Principalpoop: you did not like I want to hold your hand? ||||||||| Around 10:33 PM, eknician walks off into the sunset... CatManDEW: Is anyone else listening to the chat audio stream? Principalpoop: I am Principalpoop: he forgot what he was talking about LW_Anim8r: What stream??? Hal O'Dali: Yes... right into the stream... Dexter Fong: Prolly most of us CatMan CatManDEW: Thanks, PP cs: yes Principalpoop: click at the top DJTween: Remember folks, this is 1970, and they're already asking 'where have all the flower people gone?' EWeston: yepper cs: warhol's campbell soup Tiberius: (this may have been asked already, but) Is there any progress about the Big Brouhaha tribute, specifically the recording thereof? Johnny Piano: I actually play in two different Beatle tribute bands (aside from the three other bands I'm currently in). CatManDEW: Are the people in the audio following the chat? ge||ge: Lovin' the audio cs: merl might know Dexter Fong: Yes we are Cat man Principalpoop: which era do you prefer JP? CatManDEW: Thanks, DF. DJTween: The 'counter-culture' was already starting to be co-opted Johnny Piano: The audio is from 1970 - perhaps if they use Catherwood's time machine... ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:35 PM, on the dot!" LW_Anim8r: OH! THAT audio.... CatManDEW: Hey, I watched the moon landing. leafar: Who Kares!? Dexter Fong: You got another audio? cs: the daily noose. Principalpoop: the moon landed? where? Johnny Piano: Poop, I like it all for varying reasons. Being a keyboardist, I enjoy the challenge of replicating the expanded instrumentation. DJTween: Future To The Back? Dexter Fong: Right in the warehouse next to the comet LW_Anim8r: I live in Bonkers. Principalpoop: oki, i like it all too CatManDEW: Hey, it's Nancy! LW_Anim8r: You mean Susan Underhill? CatManDEW: I was so sad when I heard about Peter's death. EWeston: next to the biggest godam hole Rebus ever saw Johnny Piano: At least everyone knew her by that name... Bunnyboy: Dogs need tending. Ta! cs: that's not a hill. that's susan Principalpoop: hip hop bunny Dexter Fong: Later Bunny leafar: Newspapers like poetry...those were da daze! Dexter Fong: Cat: She's a butte Hal O'Dali: See you Bunny! Johnny Piano: Ciao, Bun CatManDEW: Bye, Bunny LW_Anim8r: Is the audio from a Dear Friends broadcast? Dexter Fong: An Hour Hour broadcast Dexter Fong: 3/22/70 Principalpoop: hour hour jahgust: hey was there any idea to have a special chat on Sat. 3/9 to celebrate Uncle Pete? CatManDEW: Just curious, but I'm viewing this chat in a web page. Is this an IRC channel? Dexter Fong: Nope cs: long long ago, dew ||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... LW_Anim8r: Geez.... has it been one year now since he passed? Principalpoop: I am on a web page also, I don't know cs: good idea, jah DJTween: jahgust: hey was there any idea to have a special chat on Sat. 3/9 to celebrate Uncle Pete? << I'll play PB, if you folks would like ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Sinner - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Bookman4FR - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| worker - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Harry Cox - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Elverado - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| elmer - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the yaws ||||||||| gitalong - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Johnny Piano: If you purchase a copy of the book Duke Of Madness Motors from the Firesale page, there is a DVD full of mp3-formatted files of pretty much all the Radio Hour Hour, DearFriends & Let's Eat shows (minus the copyrighted music). DJTween: Let me know by email at TXRoadkill@kurtericson.com cs: if? CatManDEW: Is the audio live right now? ||||||||| 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 Wrendu disembarks at 10:40 PM. cs: why would anyone here not have a copy? Principalpoop: click at the top LW_Anim8r: Yeah... I bought the Duke of Madness DVD (audio_ cs: hi wrendu Johnny Piano: Again, the audio is from 1970. Not live. DJTween: hmmm, your DJ doesn't have one of those (hint hint) LW_Anim8r: Bought it over a year ago -- didn't get around to listening to it yet.... jahgust: I have been listening to all the radio shows at some point in every day as I cannot get enough of them. indeed buy the Dukes DVD archive! It's essential! Dexter Fong: CatMan: DJTween is streaming this podcast CatManDEW: Johnny, I wasn't aware of how this works. I'm new to this chat. cs: it would be a trip if it were live. bergman alive again CatManDEW: I've been a Firesign fan for some time. Tiberius: It is live-- in the past!... Principalpoop: we were all noobies once, except Merlyn CatManDEW: Okay, okay, I'm an idiot. Principalpoop: we are all bozos, on this bus cs: i heard the last 6 of these shows live,in june and july 1970 Johnny Piano: For the uninitiated... https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Dexter Fong: Hey! I'm an idiot too, I'll come over to your country, then I won't be the dumbest guy cs: caman, what the firesign teaches is that you dont have to be an idiot. LW_Anim8r: Gosh CS... you're OLD!!! Johnny Piano: It's cool, CM-DEW. Hard to properly explain in the chat format. cs: poop, i was here for the first chat, 1995 DJTween: Interesting Casteneda references lol cs: lol lw Dexter Fong: Cat: But those were the old IRC days ||||||||| At 10:44 PM, leafar vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Principalpoop: so you were the first noob, grats jahgust: As I do alot of late night driving, I have these on 2 different iphones. Nothing like traveling don 195 with no other cars, after midnight with the radio shows playing. the perfect mood! LW_Anim8r: LOL I'm probably older than you.....! cs: yes, merl could tell us, this was originally an irc chat in the 90s' Principalpoop: is that even possible? EWeston: Ah, 70's oriental Kung Fu films. There's a flashback. Dexter Fong: ..sstones out of your mind, blazing along at 23 mph Beet: Anybody know where to get a copy of Zachariah? jahgust: not sure who that guy Don is? Hey Catherwood could you throw that typeing error Don out? ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to jahgust and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" Principalpoop: thus spake zachariah? LW_Anim8r: I have a copy of it on Beta (Zacharia) Dexter Fong: Beet: I think Zach is rather hard to find cs: thats wqhere ossman's youngest son is now. Johnny Piano:http://www.amazon.com/Zachariah-John-Rubinstein/dp/B00026L7QS/ref=sr_1_1?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1362714400&sr=1-1&keywords=zachariah Johnny Piano: The DVD Tiberius: Zarasthustra? Beet: Wow, thanks! Principalpoop: zarathustra versus godzilla Johnny Piano: My pleasure ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:48 PM, dragging Boogie Musik by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Principalpoop: boogie boogie boogie Johnny Piano: Get down cs: hi musik Boogie Musik: woogie woogie wogie Principalpoop: oh oh child, things are goinna get easier Boogie Musik: are we high? Johnny Piano: The Five Stairsteps Principalpoop: high on life, hehehe ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Full-Balou into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:49 PM, then departs. cs: compoared to everest? jahgust: Ha got the Providence shout out again! LW_Anim8r: So where does the audio come from? Who uploads it? Principalpoop: j'accuse tween Johnny Piano: The Tweenish one DJTween: Hi LW DJTween: me LW_Anim8r: Cool! How do you do it? Can anyone in the chat room provide audio? ||||||||| 10:51 PM -- Full-Balou left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). DJTween: I do a radio show every Sunday at Radio Free Dishnuts (ww.dishnuts.net), and they let me share their server for this Dexter Fong: LW: Tweeny provides the amazination to our weekly non sequitorial shindig Principalpoop: you must buy a permit, let me give you my epay number hehe Beet: I lust ordered Zachariah. Whoda thunk? LW_Anim8r: Okay.... DJTween: You can download this for free at www.radiofreeoz.com Dexter Fong: Everybody lusts for Zacharia Merciful Lee Dickens: I just ordered the Complete Mama's Family! Damn. Wrong link. Beet: Freudian or what? Johnny Piano: I have to say I've yet to actually see Zachariah. (Yipes!) LW_Anim8r: Hey Beet! You should order Tunnelvision, too, if you don't have it. DJTween: It is a US Plus Stimulcast DJTween: we hope you have been stimulated Principalpoop: When we called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray Dexter Fong: I ordered the complete volue one, chapters 2 thru 236, of One man's Family Johnny Piano: GASP! Poop, your face just turned a whiter shade... EWeston: I saw Zach in Kalispell Montana in the mid 60's It's memorable. Excellant music. Principalpoop: so I jumped up on the table, told her she was going to be spared Dexter Fong: and your poop just turned a paler shade of brown ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| More Sugar - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Hal O'Dali - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Obsidian - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Uh clem - dead from measles ||||||||| MichaelHatton - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| CatManDEW - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Johnny Piano: LOL, Dex!! cs: death is contagious here Principalpoop: filth cs: but its reeally great poop, mrs presskey ||||||||| HemlockStones enters at 10:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. Dexter Fong: Cat: Merlyn says people don't get reaped as long as their window is open, but I find this reapge in numbers to be curiously strange Principalpoop: oh hemlock LW_Anim8r: Press any key.... cs: hey stones DJTween: Your Stoneness... Johnny Piano: Just as the flotsam is slept out, here comes Stones. cs: hows the uk Johnny Piano: Duh...swept Principalpoop: and jetsome, those words go together Dexter Fong: Cat: It's not *that* Stones ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:57 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs HemlockStones by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Dexter Fong: Unless he's relocated from UK to Colorado ||||||||| "10:57 PM? 10:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "HemlockStones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as HemlockStones enters and sits on the couch. LW_Anim8r: Well... I'm in eastern time zone... and must get up early for work tomorrow. I'll be back again someday..... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts kdraydog in through the front door at 10:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Why it's as plain as the nose on my face! Wait a minute! It's gone! LW_Anim8r: (Just like Frosty) ||||||||| Monsieur Pathos enters at 10:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. LW_Anim8r: Your nose, or your face??? Principalpoop: you can't get it back DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre 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 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 Dexter Fong: Night LW ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Imagine my confusing', just granted probation at 10:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly. EWeston: No here it is, in my hand. (snuffels) LW_Anim8r: Hello... I must be going! Principalpoop: ciao mate rrrr DJTween: Sounds like a precursor to Art Of The Insane LW_Anim8r: Well.... so long! (The longer the better.....) Imagine my confusing: If you enjoyed it half as much as I did, I enjoyed it twice as much as you! LW_Anim8r: Simple math ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Johnny Piano: I think I too am going to bail, but before I do, I'll promote my latest music for my old chat friends. https://soundcloud.com/brian-curtis-3/ ||||||||| Tiberius leaves to catch the 11:00 PM train to Funfun Town. Principalpoop: don't you remember, what was 2 is 1 LW_Anim8r: ....and 1 is nothing! Dexter Fong: Night JP, good to see you again cs: come again, johnny Johnny Piano: Good to see you and all the old irregulars as well. I shall return. Principalpoop: just my imagination, running away with me ||||||||| Johnny Piano is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM. DJTween: Friend me on FB, Johnny DJTween: oops, too late ||||||||| Catherwood leads Johnny Piano inside, makes a note of the time (11:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Imagine my confusing: Goodnight Seekers! Johnny Piano: Never too late, Tween ||||||||| Johnny Piano says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Johnny Piano exits at 11:02 PM. Dexter Fong: wb JP cs: how is honey, hemlock? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:02 PM and late as usual, it's hippychic, just back from Portland." cs: an actual female chatter? Dexter Fong: Cat: Different Stones Principalpoop: far out hippychic Dexter Fong: groovy cs: bummer Principalpoop: that might be chic as in chic not chick Dexter Fong: fer sure EWeston: totally DJTween: hippy is only chique in Austin this week during South By Southwest Principalpoop: a scenerio Dexter Fong: Poop: Dig it!! Like flowered bell bottoms jahgust: Oh I am fading...literally... ||||||||| kdraydog departs at 11:04 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Principalpoop: couture is fancy smancy culture cs: spray some Ubik on yourself, jah Dexter Fong: afkfr ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:05 PM, dragging kdraydog by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Principalpoop: surfer doggie, surfer kdray Monsieur Pathos: AN Principalpoop: bonsoir EWeston: Gabby, our sacred cowboy said he was a theosphist DJTween: Tonto's Cowboy Bank lol Principalpoop: comment vous dire? jahgust: Indeed Cat! My luster is dulling horribly... DJTween: nice skit DJTween: Je ne sais rein.... rein... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Otto Toon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Monsieur Pathos: Any yous seen Johnny Piano before he pancaked on the promenade? He owes me a bag of toons. Principalpoop: mind control cs: hi otto; Otto Toon: I got more toons than I know what to do wit. Principalpoop: he dipped, rose and turned in graceful harmony cs: i wish i had more toonies than i knew what to do with cs: toonie: two dollar coin in canada Dexter Fong: Hey youse...yah didn't see no toons...youse don't no no toons...and you'se ain't never heard of no toons Dexter Fong: you'se hearing my toon Monsieur Pathos: Not worried about you Otto. Still rolling birds from the last bag. Dexter Fong: don't make me hum it agiain ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from measles ||||||||| LW_Anim8r - dead from measles ||||||||| Wrendu - dead from measles ||||||||| Boogie Musik - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: Merlyn died, huh? EWeston: 1st rule of Toons: You don't talk about the Toons Otto Toon: I know Toons and youse ain't no toons. Check with Johnny Piano. Meh be I can pull some strings... Dexter Fong: And survey says....Measles!! Monsieur Pathos: Holy Creoke Dexter Fong: He pulled my string..I think it was a G string ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:11 PM and mcpest bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: Hi McPest Principalpoop: mcpest, scratches record tch tch tch cs: run gspot run Principalpoop: po et try ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:12 PM, then departs. Monsieur Pathos: Holy Creole...I do hear it. Loud and clear. And they sound like rainbows. Principalpoop: wb M, what happened? you caught the measles Dexter Fong: there is no try...there is only po et do, or po et don't mcpest: mcpest doth murder sleep Merlyn: my screen stopped updating Principalpoop: are you karete kidding me fong? Dexter Fong: and therby wakes himself up, only to find himself dead Monsieur Pathos: No...don't try it POE. Dexter Fong: Nevermore EWeston: Da du Ron Ron Principalpoop: i heard death is like being asleep in Paris on a Thursday night Dexter Fong: I thought it was Da Dude El Ron jahgust: My tired bones are clacking in protest so must obey as the snow day I was praying for tomorow seems out of reach. So Merlyn, maybe a special chat to celebrate Pete on Sat.? Otto Toon: Or in Wisconsin any time. Principalpoop: Edgar and McCarthy Dexter Fong: Jah: Dexter Fong: Tweeny is open for a chat EWeston: Only between consenting Scientologist's Monsieur Pathos: Or at kidnight in the kangaroo morgue. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Hemlock_Stones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Principalpoop: may the sandman kick your ass hard jahgust Principalpoop: tell me why you cried and lied to me? DJTween: Sure Dex, if you want a DJ for PB, let me know Monsieur Pathos: For stealing all my ZZZZZZ Otto Toon: Just a spoonful of cocoa left in the can. Off to the can I retire. cs: elayne turned me on to the sandman. really opened my eyes to the possibilities in comics Monsieur Pathos: .....with ease. ||||||||| Otto Toon says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Otto Toon exits at 11:17 PM. Principalpoop: dormez-vous? dormez-vous? DJTween: True Confessions will be played jahgust: Indeed I need a good kick in the arse in the zzzs dept. So maybe we'll chat on Sat.?say 8 or 9ish? Gniggles! all Principalpoop: guffaw Monsieur Pathos: Thank you Father De Niro. ||||||||| "Hey jahgust!" ... jahgust turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Principalpoop: have we got a pope yet? Dexter Fong: No, but we've got a Poop Dexter Fong: which I prefer, personally Principalpoop: with improved brown Monsieur Pathos: Aw Lt. Bradshaw....another narc in the dark. Ain't it past your bed of time? cs: poop john Dexter Fong: Poop! Johnny, just like ringing the bell Principalpoop: now all I have is a ring, and the memories of what almost was Dexter Fong: Don't forget those 16 candles Principalpoop: i said slow down, the lines on the road look like dots Monsieur Pathos: Is that rust on your whistle or are you being vinta Dexter Fong: they were responsible for burning down that chapel on the hill Monsieur Pathos: vintage... Principalpoop: candida Merciful Lee Dickens: "a spade guy" - I love it Dexter Fong: There's no rust on *my* whistle...I use lip gloss Monsieur Pathos: Made me cross. Principalpoop: you cannot say that anymore Dexter Fong: That's right man..and you cannot say spic neither Monsieur Pathos: Shiny and ready to blow. cs: david cross? maybe you can restart mr. show Dexter Fong: And don't even think about saying hunky DJTween: spic and steeleye span? Dexter Fong: lol tween
DJTween bows Monsieur Pathos: Dan Steele knew hik. Merciful Lee Dickens: thanks, podnas Dexter Fong: Your welcome little beaver ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mcpest - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Imagine my confusing - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| hippychic - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: thank you mister tween, have a better week Beet: Nite all. Next week Merlyn: Thanks again tweeny Principalpoop: sounds like phil silvers ge||ge: @DJTween: won't miss next Thr for anything! Monsieur Pathos: Night Beet. EWeston: Thank you Jesus cs: thanks again, tween Principalpoop: oh gege, kiss me you fool cs: by beey Dexter Fong: Hey gellge: Didn't see you come in..Hi Principalpoop: oh yes, thank you jesus, which is sausage spelled backwards Dexter Fong: Aha! found the "||" ge||ge: Got a one track ear. EWeston: I heard that on the intertubes. It must be true! Principalpoop: where is it fong? Monsieur Pathos: I get the link. Dexter Fong: Night Beet Principalpoop: oops ciao beet street beet Dexter Fong: Shift "back slash" Principalpoop: || Dexter Fong: dats it!! Dexter Fong: || ge||ge: c language for "or" Monsieur Pathos: Drop the keys Fong.. We need to make a mad dash. Principalpoop: come||on Jesus Dexter Fong: |Show yourself| DJTween: until last time, again... ||||||||| Around 11:28 PM, DJTween walks off into the sunset... ge||ge: I'll settle for Elvis Dexter Fong: Thanks Twe||en Principalpoop: don't let the bastards get you down tween ||||||||| At 11:29 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! EWeston: By all Dexter Fong: and suddenly it became eerily silent ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:29 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: ciao weestong Monsieur Pathos: Nino...you swindling psychopath. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Electric...er, Bozo inside, makes a note of the time (11:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Harsh words for such a square little guy, MP Principalpoop: i knew huntington park ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tiberius close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. Principalpoop: can't recall the name of the streets now ge||ge: Thanks to youse guys, I replaced my (long) missing copy of The Space Child's Mother Goose. Principalpoop: tiberus is back Monsieur Pathos: A handsome soldier of misfortune. Electric...er, Bozo: Hey guys, it's JP under an assumed name... kdraydog: i like the idea of a swindling psychopath, but goodnite Dexter Fong: There is no "I" in tiberus Principalpoop: put it next to your childs guide to marijuana? Principalpoop: nightnight dog Principalpoop: when you assume you make an ass of you and me ge||ge: For 1958 it was forward. Here is the 4 line opener: ge||ge: Probable-Possible, my black hen, ge||ge: She lays eggs in the Relative When. ge||ge: She doesn't lay eggs in the Positive Now Monsieur Pathos: Right from the heart, Poop. ge||ge: Because she's unable to Postulate How. ||||||||| 11:33 PM: Bentwire jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" cs: hi bentwire Principalpoop: incest is all relative too Monsieur Pathos: If you can hear 'em make a theorem. Principalpoop: i popped my postulate the other day Electric...er, Bozo: I must go...to the bathroom... ||||||||| Around 11:34 PM, Electric...er, Bozo walks off into the sunset... Principalpoop: i hope you are wearing diapers, go ahead Principalpoop: ahh no fun cs: no shit? Monsieur Pathos: Dont worry Poop....they grow back. Dexter Fong: Warm up the car, portia, I must reposition Principalpoop: this is getting puerile ||||||||| At 11:35 PM, Bentwire vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Merlyn: see you next week all Dexter Fong: I'll be away next week see you all in two Principalpoop: thanks and night M ||||||||| Dexter Fong runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 11:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: they grow back bigger cs: by merl Principalpoop: hail rita fong Principalpoop: the bus is leaving, off we go, best luck all cs: see you in 2 weeks, dex Principalpoop: ciaoooo Monsieur Pathos: AH Fong....a little smoke in the tailpipe goes a long way. ||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Around 11:36 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| 11:37 PM -- kdraydog left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'kdraydog', just granted probation at 11:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| kdraydog rushes off, saying "11:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Monsieur Pathos: Lots of morphing in this chamber. Better grab my mukluks. cs: off we flow ||||||||| "11:38 PM? I'm late!" exclaims cs, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. Monsieur Pathos: Those were my doors....Mr. Manzarek. ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ge||ge: puerile. Too be sure. ||||||||| Monsieur Pathos departs at 11:41 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ge||ge: With SXSW going on ALL next week, I might miss this show. ge||ge: Did the 4 line poultry drive away the crowd? ge||ge: Its only quarter to 9 in CA. ge||ge: 4 more lines: ge||ge: Plus-que-Possible, ma poule noire, ge||ge: Elle pond ses oeufs dans le Quand-Provisoire. ge||ge: Elle ne pond point dans une pe'riode sure ge||ge: Car l'expe'rience serait bien trop dure. ge||ge: Wheeeeel... I refuse to be the very last at the party, so g'nite to Tiberius CrackerBackJox and (Hemlock_Stones). ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ge||ge by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tiberius - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:20 AM and Lonesome Beantick waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Lonesome Beantick: sorry that i missed you folks this week .. :-( ||||||||| Catherwood leads ecmotoast inside, makes a note of the time (12:27 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| 12:32 AM: Zen Cosmos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| Zen Cosmos rushes off, saying "12:38 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Zen Cosmos', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:38 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ecmotoast - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Lonesome Beantick - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Zen Cosmos leaves at 12:40 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| Outside, the 12:41 AM bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Zen Cosmos coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| "12:44 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Zen Cosmos, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CrackerBack Jox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| das enters at 12:55 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| das - dead from the yaws ||||||||| HemlockStones - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock_Stones - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
4d3fect
Ah Greg
Angus Q. Potsmacker
BEEDUB
Beet
Boogie Musik
Bunnyboy
CatManDEW
cs
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Drooo
eknician
Elayne2
Elayne
Electric...er, Bozo
Elverado
EWeston
ferret
ge||ge
Hal O'Dali
Harry Cox
Imagine my confusing
jahgust
Johnny Piano
KantThink
kdraydog
leafar
Lonesome Beantick
LW_Anim8r
Manila E.
mcpest
Merciful Lee Dickens
Merlyn
Monsieur Pathos
More Sugar
Obsidian
Otto Toon
Principalpoop
reverb
Rufus_T_Firetween
Tiberius
uh klem
