||||||||| 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 April 11, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:26 PM, dragging DJTween by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. Listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u (streaming server provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts ralph spoilsport in through the front door at 8:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| "8:38 PM? 8:38 PM!!" says Catherwood, "shivajoe should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shivajoe enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:38 PM, dragging WILLY by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:39 PM and late as usual, it's MikeyBoi, just back from Quito." ||||||||| 8:39 PM: ahclem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: Evenin, folks :) ahclem: Hey Now! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u (streaming server provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' MikeyBoi: Harow you guys ahclem: Hello Dear Friends ||||||||| Langerhans enters at 8:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts carolanka into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:43 PM, then departs. ralph spoilsport: just turn this little chromium switch here DJTween: First up tonight will be NOT INSANE (Or Anything You Want To) ||||||||| Catherwood enters with George Stevens close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. George Stevens: Good evening everybody DJTween: Evenin' George carolanka: good evening ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Loring 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. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'RandomCoolzip', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly. RandomCoolzip: /me gags down the last of his margarita RandomCoolzip: oh that doesn't work, oops DJTween: Hi Loring, Random George Stevens: Hi DJ - hey I think i have figured out how to listen to your simulcast while chatting. IVery cool! Loring: Oh, I mistook you for Dr. Bob. Weren't you the one offering the airport bonds? carolanka: How/ DJTween: Well, that would be the general idea ;) ||||||||| Catherwood leads The Wispering Squash into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:51 PM, then departs. DJTween: You can copy that link and plug it into your music player carolanka: Im streaming warm up music DJTween: Hi Squash The Wispering Squash: Hey George Stevens: I do all this on an iPad, so still learning how to do multiple windows and stuff The Wispering Squash: Is everyone in the same place..or shall I call the doctor? carolanka: YOu have the new ipad! Loring: Precisely WHAT do you do on iPad, and are we cleared to know such things? DJTween: Ah, haven't tried one of those yet DJTween: We're at the old Same Place, Squash DJTween: anybody else had problems doing chat and listening at the same time? ||||||||| nick danger sneaks in around 8:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi Nick ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Melanie Haber close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom. carolanka: My ipad was very handy for the first 2 years. they're designed to last about 2.5 years befor anothergeneration is required . DJTween: Hi Melanie nick danger: That's Mr. Nick to you. ;o) ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| WILLY - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Loring: Audrey! Audrey Farber! George Stevens: My work gave it to me to use, but I am allowed to use it for personal stuff. Think they'd be surprised to learn that I. have basically used up 32GB of memory loading as much FST on it as I can ; ) DJTween: Yeah, that's the thing with the new Mac stuff :/ The Wispering Squash: I have him (the doctor) out back . he's got a perfect body, But it may not stay that way for long... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs. DJTween: The Macs I use for this radio station are 10 years old, and still work just great from my needs DJTween: Hey Dexter DJTween: *for my needs carolanka: Still, I love my mac-stuff
Dexter Fong has apparently not gotten the memo about a new start time =)) ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'cypo', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: I posted on FB and Twitter ralph spoilsport: i saw ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:57 PM, dragging Merlyn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Merlyn: I'm very ill Merlyn: really bad cold ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'uhClem', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: I'm starting the stream 15 minutes early now Dex, to give people time to get connectedeop RandomCoolzip: i'm hearing music is this normal Dexter Fong: Hiya Tweeny, George, Merlyn, a couple of clems and everbody else carolanka: I have 7 or 8 perfectly fine macs that are just old. the still work. Cant seem to get rid of them. Nobody wants them. Look for me on Horders, the Macinosh edition RandomCoolzip: some lady singing! Dexter Fong: Tween, it wasn't your feed, it was seeing so many people here before 9 The Wispering Squash: I'm currently issuing out fresh laughter ,,if anyone needs a refresh George Stevens: Hi Senor Fong! DJTween: Dex, Merlyn has set me up to send out announcements of behalf of the FST's FB page Dexter Fong: Greeting to you and sapphire Geo ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 11, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" DJTween: So Merlyn doesn't have to worry about it The Wispering Squash: but it'll cost ya a half-a peach! Dexter Fong: Tween: We thank you for taking some worries from Merlyn ||||||||| 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 EWeston falls out at 9:00 PM. Loring: You owe a LOT of people a LOT of peaches. Dexter Fong: for a lot of Peach Port George Stevens: Sapphire wants to know if you are related to Karl LaFong...he's a railroad man and has to get up very early in the morning... ||||||||| 9:01 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" EWeston: Thanks Happy! ||||||||| Catherwood escorts buddha11 in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Dexter Fong: Geo: No, but I *was* a friend of the late Hideo wallbanger ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hey Poop George Stevens: Ah...Harvey's brother! DJTween: Hey P ||||||||| Catherwood leads CS inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Yep Dexter Fong: Hi cat The Wispering Squash: No it wasn't always like that...first they had to come from small towns with strange names like, smigma,spazmulic, frog, and the far flung..islets of langerhans Principalpoop: evenening George Stevens: Evening cs! Loring: Is that Dr. Happy Harry Cox providing the clever Stevie Winwood mimic on the stream? CS: hi vegies EWeston: And we took to them George Stevens: Howdy Poop! Principalpoop: capital cs Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! CS: what comes in must go out Principalpoop: evens stevens Loring: and they took to us EWeston: And what do you think they took! Dexter Fong: Opportunity ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's Dashboard Buddha, just back from Billville." CS: ee cummings cover was getting hard to see Principalpoop: higher love, yes right there Captain Equinox: Oil from Canada The Wispering Squash: it was Everything from the indians... Loring: Pulpa from Portugal Dexter Fong: Bacon from canada Captain Equinox: Prescient thinking, no? George Stevens: Yes, and Veterans Day EWeston: Oil from Nebraska Principalpoop: hemp from oil Captain Equinox: honk honk CS: i am la brea man. Dashboard Buddha: sorry...I got stuck forking with the corn cousins Dexter Fong: A Bud from Colonel Stupnagel RandomCoolzip: hi! Dexter Fong: Tween: and its got me in it ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - NOT INSANE (Or Anything You Want To) - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Principalpoop: in compris hen stable ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and Brian Tirebiter waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: Chicken poop Principalpoop: hi random DJTween: no hens in that stable CS: are you one of george's puppies, brian? DJTween: Tomorrow is cease's birthday, for those of you who are unaware Brian Tirebiter: 10-4 Eleanor George Stevens: Happy birthday cs! CS: i keep expecting time to go backwards Principalpoop: i am unaware and unprepared ||||||||| Louise Wong sashays in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Dwarf_guarding_pliars waltzes in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: no no, that cannot be true, he must have been born years ago Dexter Fong: Hippyhappy Birthudsday Cat CS: hand me the pliers George Stevens: Time moves neither forward or backwards, my good cs. All is one. Brian Tirebiter: I concur! CS: one of these years, i'll be as old as you, dex. inshallah EWeston: Glad I wasn't the only one to find this a bit wierd, still a lot of fun Principalpoop: all is one? send me money hehe Dexter Fong: So be it young kitten CS: weird, yes. weston Dwarf_guarding_pliars: Don't touch me :) DJTween: Cease, since you're the birthday boy, would you like to choose something from the old days to play after this? Something available from the OZ or FST podcasts? Dexter Fong: Poop: Check your male box...or female box Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin and rattle around in your bones ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MikeyBoi - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ahclem - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. Principalpoop: the beet DJTween: Hi Beet EWeston: My first fst album. In the Phillipeans of all places. Beet: Howdy pardners CS: do you have A Shadow Moves, Tween? it's my favourite DJTween: Let me check CS: Beet Danger, third eyebrow Principalpoop: manila or tapalag? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:11 PM and late as usual, it's ahclem, just back from Pennsylvania." CS: hi clem DJTween: Yes cease, I have it :) EWeston: In the envelopie, like usual Louise Wong: This is kind of amazing. Just sitting here reading this and thinking "...You ARE my people." ahclem: Hello Dear Friends Beet: Cooking some simulated Groat Clusters to munch on during the chat. Want some? CS: did i send you the mix i made of that with some other stuff, duckman, the credibility gap, others? George Stevens: Heavy on the 30 weight, Beet! Dexter Fong: Hi other clem Principalpoop: no no, that is my consciousness not yours, put that back ||||||||| Outside, the 9:12 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. The Wispering Squash: String him up! CS: i'd like to see Condoms for the Dead. Dexter Fong: Call in the Elmers Principalpoop: Gee String Beet: Anybody have any string? The Wispering Squash: Lynch him! shoes for the dead: howdy Dexter Fong: I got David Lynch here EWeston: We're out of string. How bout a bungie? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'aaas', just granted probation at 9:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Beet: Anybody have any lynch? The Wispering Squash: lol @beet ||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Bub coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. CS: i saw lynch on Louie on monday. almost as weird as his flicks Principalpoop: no ink in my lynch pin Dexter Fong: Try to keep up Whisp =) EWeston: Only during the mating season. Louise Wong: I've got some Venus Envy Blinding Eye Shadow. DJTween: Dex, does Don't Open The Door On Reality have more than two parts? George Stevens: With the magic puncture pencil, Louise? Louise Wong: With Magic Puncture Pencil, of course. Captain Equinox: with Magic Puncture Pencil? shoes for the dead: Anti-Christler Motors! Dexter Fong: Tween: I don't recoooognize that title, where's it from? ||||||||| Bub leaves at 9:14 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..." George Stevens: Ow! CS: merl was here? The Wispering Squash: Come on big fella - take this guitar! Put on this wide belt and work shirt and tell it like it was! Dexter Fong: Sit on your pipe, Geo Principalpoop: Owl! DJTween: Can everybody connect to the stream OK? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ronzeno into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs. CS: shoes, that's originally from their TV set Mushroom play. EWeston: Fine ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Flotsam close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary. shoes for the dead: roger,doger Dexter Fong: 5 by 5 Tween George Stevens: No Dex...dat is what Sapphire is fo' Principalpoop: secondary my dear flotsam EWeston: How was Feltcher? CS: see the usa thru your turret bay. your anti-christler call will cut them off The Wispering Squash: mine is somewhat jerky@DJT Dexter Fong: Smoking! Geo DJTween: Dex - from Dear Friends 9/9/70 EWeston: Opps, that's who. DJTween: anybody else having buffering? Beet: One thing is iTunes, the chat on the net. Easy multitask. CS: that' from memory. the play scripts have recently been published. we should all buy copies Loring: My buffers are sreaming just fine, not for sale, but everything else is. George Stevens: My buffers are good, tween The Wispering Squash: it could be because I have alot running in the background ... CS: i read it in the buffington post Loring: I forgot about that "Bend boys bend" line until just this nanosecond. ||||||||| Around 9:17 PM, Flotsam walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| neil tiptoes in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: Tween: Dunno about 2 parts but total run time is @ 54 minutes George Stevens: Happy Harryana Buffington EWeston: Spotted pants! DJTween: Yeah Dex, then a couple of parts are missing Dexter Fong: Buffinton the Vampire Slayer Principalpoop: edmond or edmund? George Stevens: Now playing at the King Ghidorah Nixon Theater! CS: better than spotted plants EWeston: That's how most vegitables pol. Beet: I have listened to the Phil Austin interview several times now. Lots of good stuff in there. Principalpoop: pol? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'UncleIrv', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... George Stevens: Or gright breen prants, eh? CS: indeed, beet. you mean the new kbai thing Dexter Fong: Hi Aunt Nancy CS: hope he shows up UncleIrv: Prants? Beet: Yes EWeston: Possibly pool Dexter Fong: WBAI!! Principalpoop: ahh billiards shoes for the dead: this must have been a trip to do live UncleIrv: balls Dexter Fong: Billiards was first invented by the Masse Tribe of east Africa EWeston: Nobody put the beet in the side pocket. Principalpoop: you are too young to think of such things nancy CS: thoses dead shoes are mare for tripping Dexter Fong: lol poop ||||||||| "Hey Loring!" ... Loring turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:23 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Dexter Fong: mare nacho Beet: I have a side pocket on me shoes for the dead: hee hee dex Dexter Fong: Fob? George Stevens: Free on balls, Dex? DJTween: I found a 3rd part at RFO Dex, but I don't know if that's all of it EWeston: We won't go into the metaphysics of that! ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| aaas - dead from jaundice ||||||||| buddha11 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Dashboard Buddha - dead from measles ||||||||| Brian Tirebiter - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Dwarf_guarding_pliars - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: truely not insane hahahaha Dexter Fong: Tween: Best I can do is follow along in my himnell a tell you if it's all there or not Dexter Fong: Reap away! Reap away! CS: this is like a lakers game. waves of scoring, for lakers and then their opponents CS: people flood in and out George Stevens: It's hymn 1517... Dexter Fong: They ebb, and dey's flos EWeston: and ferget to floss Dexter Fong: It's in wickipededia, they can't put anything in there that's not true CS: lol Principalpoop: 6th album, 1972 what a year, a gas, man George Stevens: Zappa said, if its in rolling stone its gotta be true. CS: i see flo and eddy guy has new autobi CS: i thikbn bunnyboy was reading it recently Dexter Fong: Which one? Principalpoop: which who? Dexter Fong: Flo or Eddy? Dexter Fong: The Turtles CS: howard kayln? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:28 PM and late as usual, it's Shoes For Defense!, just back from Hellmouth." George Stevens: Eddie the Mountain Principalpoop: rock and roll shoes for the dead: herewe are ridin the a train CS: all about his life with turtles, zappa, et al. Dexter Fong: That's one of the names, can't remember the other shoes for the dead: gettin of on the f stop CS: i have a recording of flo and eddy interviewing firesign that is hilarious George Stevens: The Phloreascent Leech Dexter Fong: DAT"S right Geo Captain Equinox: I just received Howie's book today. It's called Shellshocked ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:30 PM and Bunnyboy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: there is bunnyboy Dexter Fong: Geo, gonna use GS from now on Bunnyboy: Hiyez DJTween: I'll bet, cease DJTween: Hey Bunny CS: and speakkng of bunnies Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny George Stevens: I knowa dats right missuh dex! Dats what i am been tellin you! Rufus_T_Firetween: Not Insane at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni CS: what is flo and eddy book called, bun? Dexter Fong: Shellshocked CS: i hope my library gets it ||||||||| "9:31 PM? 9:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "regnad kcin should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as regnad kcin enters and sits on the couch. CS: the one bio i really want to read now is the new bio of Vince Guaraldi, like a god to me Dexter Fong: You should get a copy for your home library Cat ||||||||| Catherwood leads krash in through the front door at 9:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Rufus_T_Firetween: Not Insane at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Not_Insane_or_Anything_You_Want_To Bunnyboy: Yes, SHELL SHOCKED, Howard Kaylan's memoir, is out, and on my bureau. regnad kcin: elkcip ym tuoba togrof uoy Captain Equinox: buy it - it's around $15 on amazon CS: did you know vince did some gigs with jerry garcia? Bunnyboy: One at a time! Dexter Fong: regnad: you should be aware that anything you type comes out backwards Principalpoop: i have your brown paper bag CS: the vince bio is $45. that's a lot of money, much as i loved the guy
regnad kcin ( Dexter Fong: Why that's a bag of shit Principalpoop: but it is good shit Principalpoop: do we still have lids? ||||||||| 9:33 PM: Shoes4Industry 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!" Dexter Fong: I'll take your word poop CS: its always good shit where you shat down upon your own stool Bunnyboy: Guaraldi? Gots to get that! EWeston: It won't be long now. regnad kcin: ?doowrehtac CS: yes new book, bun. someone on facebook posted a quotation about guarladi and garcia George Stevens: Catherwood, get Poop. Laid ||||||||| Catherwood gets poop laid. Dexter Fong: regnad: You might try typing backwards to see if it comes out frontwards George Stevens: Sorry Poop! CS: if only it were that easy Principalpoop: why thanks, ooof Bunnyboy: New EC Jack Davis HC comp: TAIN'T THE MEAT, IT'S THE HUMANITY. regnad kcin: elbatedis eht no meht evael dna sremmub fo elpuoc a llor George Stevens: Catherwood, get poop a lid ||||||||| Catherwood gets poop a lid. EWeston: I'm in favor of sideways CS: bun, do you draw comics or just read them? ||||||||| Roi sneaks in around 9:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: good, we still have lids, wonderful Dexter Fong: GS: It look like leroi be here Roi: only half... regnad kcin: this rocks CS: keep rolling, stones regnad kcin: nam stceffe dnuos eht htiw ti tilps ot dah dil a evah evah ylno George Stevens: Is he in dere wif my wife, Dex? Principalpoop: only half huh? why I oughta... hehe Dexter Fong: Nice job reg =) Bunnyboy: All Jack Davis' EC Horror work, from Fantagraphics. DJTween: Don't know about you, but this album makes perfect sense to me :) CS: i get their monthly email thingie, bun Dexter Fong: Yeah GS, Him, and Sapphire and de spiders CS: i wanrt to visit them when i'm next in seattle. George Stevens: I agree , Tween. Always thought it was greatly underrated. Principalpoop: explain that last line then tween, hah, gotcha lol Bunnyboy: I'm a reader and afficianado, cat. Roi: How are you writuing backwards so quickly? regnad kcin: bottels? Dexter Fong: slettob? George Stevens: Damn, dey has jammed de police lock Dex! CS: i want to make a comic with some of my vegas images and whatever i can get from egypt. Bunnyboy: Like to draw, but not fast or facile. regnad kcin: yllacitamotua uoy rof ti seod ti nick dangr rednu ni gol uoy fi EWeston: I lent it to an English teacher in college. It had her and some friends rolling on the first listen. Dexter Fong: Call de lock Smiff Roi: I can't even write forward it seems. Captain Equinox: call Knuckleheaf Smiff ||||||||| Catherwood enters with woofless close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Beet: And my wife is sleeping with the bees George Stevens: Now why would I be callin dat lock Smiff? Principalpoop: send it forward and catch up with it later Bunnyboy: Saw Cream's 2005 concert vid. Them geezers kin play! regnad kcin: god yzal eht revo depmuj xof nworb kciuq eht EWeston: nice doggy Rufus_T_Firetween: Kewl, Bunny ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Shoes For Defense! - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Louise Wong - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| ralph spoilsport - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| The Wispering Squash - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| nick danger - dead from jaundice ||||||||| ahclem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ronzeno - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| UncleIrv - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... regnad kcin: yrtnuoc rieht fo dia eht ot emoc ot nem doog lla rof emit eht si won DJTween: That was a big reap Dexter Fong: Mass reaping about to have been taken place Principalpoop: now is teh tmei for lla good mne ot coem to teh aidee of there countrqmen Rufus_T_Firetween: lol George Stevens: They all went to radio prison! shoes for the dead: aji, aji ajinomoto EWeston: Brain washin this week's special Bunnyboy: Random - 3rd person toggle is ":" (colon), instead of "/me" Principalpoop: young guy reraxes DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre shoes for the dead: that was the ad tune in Indonesia 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 ||||||||| Catherwood leads SRL into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:41 PM, then departs.
Bunnyboy er så flink regnad kcin: ?tnanetuel od annog ew era tahw Roi: Not much of a cough... Principalpoop: ja det regnad kcin: we're gonna lock and load EWeston: now we unrerax Bunnyboy: Get ready for warm, least scary part of show... George Stevens: What is Glutomoto, Horro of Toyko, compared to the total fiendish quality of you brain? shoes for the dead: box tops lyric Bunnyboy: Puzzle Box! EWeston: The zeppilin's busted Principalpoop: imprications many ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:44 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: WB Merlytn Bunnyboy: Motion is heeyah! Roi: Proof! Principalpoop: hi M regnad kcin: don't crowd eht wheels Merlyn: dman globners Merlyn: damn* Principalpoop: my sure owner CS: hey merl Bunnyboy: I'm a new sucker to the Roku. regnad kcin: go ahead hte wheeze Beet: Writer responsible for all probrems he create regnad kcin: sborp htiw thgarf si nick danger ko lol CS: one of their immortal lines EWeston: Monster rapp, a musical interlude i missed? Principalpoop: my sharona Principalpoop: a mudslide for papoon ||||||||| Melanie Haber sneaks away to The Sitting Room... ||||||||| 9:48 PM -- Melanie Haber enters.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Principalpoop: oh melanie Bunnyboy: Any update on Shibboleth ETA? EWeston: All conventions need a climax Beet: Why does the porridge bird lay his eggs in the air? Discuss. Bunnyboy: (sings)...that's why we invited you... CS: what did you do with nancy? Principalpoop: guaranteed annual year CS: notice the word "his" DJTween: Because the nest is invisible, Beet Bunnyboy: Hurricane Style! Testify EWeston: Someone tried to sit on her? regnad kcin: yuo broke hte president Principalpoop: like candycane, totally nude EWeston: Cleaned out my ears! Roi: Kids I gotta go.... Late for class. Principalpoop: ciao roi EWeston: See yah George Stevens: Cya roi Bunnyboy: Nite, Ubu! CS: proctor once commented that it was an early ecology riff, there were no more trees, thus no place for eggs CS: Alfred Jarry was here? CS: there you are, dex Principalpoop: no more trees? distopia land Bunnyboy: "Any eggs for Fats?" Dexter Fong: Twice on the same record Dexter Fong: Kind of a contractual obligation Tween CS: oh domino, roll me over Bunnyboy: Cronenburg's NAKED LUNCH, on Criterion Blu-ray, this week. Principalpoop: strange while not creepy whatsoever, applause George Stevens: Very much a contractual obligation CS: thanks, tween. Beet: I always thought the porridge bird was just referring to people because they are the only ones whop eat porridge. DJTween: yw :) Principalpoop: happy birthday mancho de vancouver CS: when i first head this when it was first broadcast, i thought, no, i could never write anything as good as this if i lived forever CS: thanks, poop Principalpoop: ague was not known before Bunnyboy: Saw BULLY. Awesome doc! EWeston: It didn't even know itself regnad kcin: why does eht porrage bird leave it's eggs in eht air? ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| woofless - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: le grippe was around though DJTween: Not so amusing :/ George Stevens: I am off to the Forbidden City. Happy birthday CS! Night all. ||||||||| George Stevens scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's George Stevens?! It's 9:55 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Night GS EWeston: they get better reception that way Beet: And "lay his eggs" means mistakes because that's what you call a mistake - laying an egg Principalpoop: gb george Rufus_T_Firetween: Happy Trails, George CS: its a koan CS: thanks george Principalpoop: like pulling a boner? Bunnyboy: Nite George! ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:56 PM, dragging me_uh clem by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Rufus_T_Firetween: Now bad Beet, I hadn't considered that Dexter Fong: Poop: Watch it!! Rufus_T_Firetween: *Not bad CS: this is the best use of language i've ever heard. and this is 46 years old Bunnyboy: Boner pulling?!? Not on my watch! regnad kcin: ihs deosen't lay eggs Principalpoop: keep your hands above the covers Bunnyboy: (sobs) My brand new watch... DJTween: That skipping is apparently in the original recording EWeston: Is there a deposit? Beet: And laying an egg in the air might mean the things we say. So, we don't have any choice but to lay our eggs "in the air"? CS: one of the reasons the firesign got togther was through their interest in the american indian, on varous projects at their radio station at the time Dexter Fong: Cat: We no longer use the term "Indian" but rather use the term "first peeps" Bunnyboy: Muh eyes crave vid. Nitey! CS: in canada, it's first nations Dexter Fong: Don't squint Bunny EWeston: bye bunny regnad kcin: they never come up into hills CS: India for the Indians! CS: by bun Principalpoop: hiphop bunny ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Bunnyboy scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 10:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Cat: That's silly, Egypt and China were first nations CS: true, dex ||||||||| Monsieur Pathos enters at 10:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Dexter Fong: And there are no Pyramids or great walls in china Dexter Fong: in canada EWeston: they do have furnature, but it was Iranian CS: we call ours "mountains" DJTween: Hi Pathos Dexter Fong: Cat: And they're buttes Principalpoop: one of the 3 or 4 musketeers carolanka: hate to leave such good company, but life is calling and I must answer. Maybe they'll let me back in, later. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - A Shadow Moves - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' EWeston: And rite purty too CS: did y'all see the pix ossman posted in facebook about them performing these mushroom plays? Principalpoop: reality is a crutch carol ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:02 PM and smittyrock waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hi Smitty CS: by carol Dexter Fong: Night clanka DJTween: Can you post the link, cease? Monsieur Pathos: I have been accused of grape. carolanka: night,itsbeenfun EWeston: till next time again. Principalpoop: manifest destiny, alll aboard EWeston: Don't wine about it Principalpoop: ciao northsoutheweston DJTween: Later Carol Monsieur Pathos: Catherwood left my mukluks by the cellophane. ||||||||| Catherwood lefts Monsieur Pathos's mukluks by the cellophane. CS:https://www.facebook.com/david.ossman.3?fref=pb regnad kcin: didn't i say this on the other side of the record EWeston: Radial views too you ||||||||| PhillyTex enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Principalpoop: until we meat again Principalpoop: philly or tex, make up your mind Dexter Fong: Leaving Poop? CS: oh i'm just a little fishy ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'ABX66', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... regnad kcin: mmm regnad kcin: maet EWeston: Wombat is a treat Monsieur Pathos: Back here Poop Principalpoop: i was singing along with eweston, roy rogers theme song PhillyTex: You may sit here in the waiting room or wait here in the sitting room Monsieur Pathos: Nancy wants a higher grade. DJTween: Hi ABX EWeston: Pat still sleeping with Dale? Dexter Fong: regnad: While I admire your coping ability vis a vis the reversal problem, maybe next time just log in as "nick danger" Principalpoop: applecore, baltimore Dexter Fong: and DC or AC now ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ralph spoilsport inside, makes a note of the time (10:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Who's Jan Strange CS: washington ac? Monsieur Pathos: No small feat, by in large, to find a proper medium. CS: who isn't? PhillyTex: achtun chucko - you've got to plug in the FEMALE.. Dexter Fong: EW: Is that Dr. Strange? Principalpoop: shamans CS: white as terror. CS: one of their best lines Monsieur Pathos: Ralph...I need a deal. Leave it in the trunk. EWeston: Well my cat is'nt, at least that's what he tells me regnad kcin: what a beautiful grotto to build our camp Dexter Fong: green and brown as terroir ralph spoilsport: no no leave it on. DJTween: I just _love_ you Native Americans. Got any peyote? EWeston: That was Stevie Strange ralph spoilsport: I've seen this one ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| me_uh clem - dead from measles ||||||||| Roi - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Shoes4Industry - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from jaundice ||||||||| cypo - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| SRL - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Monsieur Pathos: The sidetable? CS: this is so austin Principalpoop: ottoman Dexter Fong: Reap 'em and weep 'em ralph spoilsport: that's agnes Morehead Dexter Fong: no no, that's Deana Durbin EWeston: Totally unlike Steve Reeves Monsieur Pathos: She earned that name....more or less. Principalpoop: deana or agnes? Beet: Where does this recording come from? Dexter Fong: Cat? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:12 PM and DadSir2U steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: A series called The Mushroom Plays, Beet CS: yes DJTween: Hi Dad Dexter Fong: Hi Sir DadSir2U: Hi all Beet: This is really good Monsieur Pathos: A mush read. EWeston: Hi Dad Sir CS: they wrote a dozen or so playhs and performed them at a club called the magic mushroom in la in fall, 67 Principalpoop: at times like this I wish I had listened to what my father said... CS: i heard it when it was first broadcast. still never heard anything better Dexter Fong: What was it he said, little Bennie? Principalpoop: I don't know. I wasn't listening Monsieur Pathos: Is there an echo in here? Dexter Fong: No, it's in the other room ||||||||| Marc sashays in at 10:14 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: Is there an echo in here? DJTween: Hello.... Marc Principalpoop: marc macaroni EWeston: Probably drinking all the Cadet Nipon Monsieur Pathos: Be right back....back.....back. Dexter Fong: Timeeeee... Principalpoop: cherokee people, cherokee tribe ||||||||| "Hey Marc!" ... Marc 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!"... ||||||||| "10:15 PM? 10:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Marc should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Marc enters and sits in the comfy chair. Principalpoop: tennessee Dexter Fong: Chipawah...chip away Beet: Names with power. I guess that's why we named everything after them. Monsieur Pathos: That was the same old place. Marc: Hello friends..... Principalpoop: good day sunshine CS: hi marc CS: this is...nothing? EWeston: yowsa Dexter Fong: Hello Mar(k) Marc: C CS: yes, a 3 hour sunday show tween Dexter Fong: bits Monsieur Pathos: Sleep well... Principalpoop: anybody here from out of town? Dexter Fong: hey, do you think Tween can hear us talking amonst ourselves? CS: from april or so until the end of dec, 67. ralph spoilsport: I'm going over to the other side Principalpoop: how do we get over there? CS: which town, poop? CS: thanks tween. 62 Principalpoop: anytown usa hehehe Dexter Fong: (maybe if I talk within parenthesis he wont hear) Monsieur Pathos: Gonna go grab me a Bear Principalpoop: whiz CS: be careful with thart, monsier Dexter Fong: Grab a Whiz while you're at it Marc: Where is Mr. Tirebiter?? Monsieur Pathos: .....Whiz Beer. Marc: Oh, Georgie!! EWeston: Take your umberella I hear its raining ufimisms on the other side Beet: It's in the water Monsieur Pathos: All tied up in the moment. Principalpoop: ufims lordy EWeston: don't try to corner one, they'll sqirt ink all over you Principalpoop: lo, i said lo to you, where lo is a perfectly good word not used enough anymore DJTween: lol Dexter Fong: lolol Principalpoop: an lo, lots of lols Dexter Fong: low Dexter Fong: lough Principalpoop: paugh ||||||||| Outside, the 10:22 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving ge||ge coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: A conspiracy I calls it Dexter Fong: hey ge||ge Principalpoop: ge||ge is here ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - DON’T OPEN THE DOOR ON REALITY - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' ge||ge: I think supper (and cleanup is taking longer & longer every Thursday night. CS: hi ge EWeston: His iron lung is working again Principalpoop: taco night? CS: policemen grow cops? DJTween: Hi gellge ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:23 PM and MrSea sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre ge||ge: || // = \ etc. eh? 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 Principalpoop: echology mister sea CS: where is Mrs Sea? 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 MrSea: I.m here to stop the wine. ge||ge: Hi. Saturday ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:23 PM and Elayne waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: ge: Fer sure Elayne: Good evening, crowd!@ DJTween: Hey E ge||ge: ignore that! Principalpoop: and along comes E CS: you prefer beer? Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne, your just in time for the attack of the cows MrSea: Try this again. I'm here to stop the wine. Elayne: I actually do have a grape, although it's not from ancient Greece. ge||ge: E down the lane from Greece Elayne: The old PC version of the game Diablo had a Hidden Cow Level. Those cows were vicious! ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| carolanka - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| smittyrock - dead from the common cold ||||||||| PhillyTex - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ABX66 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| ralph spoilsport - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: ahh, thunderbird? md2020? boonesfarm? MrSea: Ah, that's better. Greetings form the northeaster part of Forgotonia. EWeston: Wine is usuall considered unstoppable. What's the trick? Elayne: No, they're actual grapes, PrinPoop. MrSea: BBL Dexter Fong: Elayne: I'm surprised and delighted that you remember the hidden Diablo cow level =))) Elayne: Smaller than the ones I get, dark red, almost bitter. Not good eating, but they'd probably make a nice wine. Principalpoop: no such thing as grapes, only immature raisins Elayne: Dex, Candi Strecker (an old Firehead from my INSIDE JOKE days) is married to a fellow who used to work for Blizzard. ||||||||| Anna Livia Plurabella steps in at 10:26 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Elayne: I think she got us the CD. Principalpoop: anna banana Dexter Fong: E: I was a devoted Diablo players for a number of years Elayne: Now her husband works for Playdom, not coincidentally my newest gaming obsession (via Facebook). Dexter Fong: Poop: Chuch! Dexter Fong: Chuck CS: hi el CS: hows it goin? Elayne: Dex, sometimes I get all nostalgic for Wort's Leg, y'know? ||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:27 PM. Elayne: Cat, it's season. Season goes as season goes. It'll all be over at the end of the month, thank goodness. Principalpoop: the chat kicked out M, oh my, it could happen to anyone Elayne: Hang on, I didn't think the system could kick out Merlyn, he's its god! Dexter Fong: E: Merlyn is a triple Immune with hit point stealing abilities Principalpoop: this is it, the machines are running amok Elayne: LOL, Dex@!Q Elayne: Wow, I can't find the exclamation point key this evening for nothin'! Dexter Fong: Tween: So far, this recording is the same as the DOOM release Anna Livia Plurabella: oh no when machines run amok the system fails Principalpoop: i welcome our artificial intelligence overlords Anna Livia Plurabella: with what sort of refresments? EWeston: Suck up DJTween: @ Dex - pretty sure Chromium Switch has the entire set for this show Principalpoop: whatever they want, probably printer ink if past experience is a guide Dexter Fong: ALP: 30 Weight, what else? Elayne: Catherwood is this room's AI with all the refreshments. ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Elayne and inquires "Did you want me?" Elayne: Yes Catherwood, bring me a 38 Special. ||||||||| Catherwood gets Elayne a 38 special. Dexter Fong: Tween: YOu may be right, just reassuring you =) Dexter Fong: Catherwood, get me a glock ||||||||| Catherwood gets Dexter Fong a glock. EWeston: Try white ink Elayne: I can't drink this, I'm 55! CS: isnt that a gun? Principalpoop: that is milk Elayne: Sure is, Cat, they're all over the place in this country! Dexter Fong: Sure baby DJTween: Run time is 56:13, so should be a complete show Anna Livia Plurabella: milk gun? CS: too young to drink, el Anna Livia Plurabella: kinky EWeston: Then try the grey ink, its a good year, but a shameful finnish Elayne: They can have my milk when they pry it from my cold dead teats. DJTween: lol E CS: apparently canada is also awash with guns but we dont seem to have as many mass shootings Dexter Fong: Tween; DOOM has it at 54:09 so sounds about right Principalpoop: i saw that website hehe DJTween: Maybe less medicated, cease Dexter Fong: Cat: That's 'cause you don't have enough people to mass together Principalpoop: you have mooses you can shoot, if we had more mooses here.... Elayne: Canadians are such polite shooters. "Excuse me, madam, would you mind if I busted a cap?" Anna Livia Plurabella: oh Bullwinkie wherefore art thou Principalpoop: except for quebec, they have the french rude gene Elayne: I knew him, Rude French Gene. I think he spelled it Jean. CS: polite compared to japan? uh, no. Dexter Fong: It's that they take slap shots EWeston: Favorite breakfest food, "Body Checks" Principalpoop: that is a small island, gotta be polite Dexter Fong: A series of islands ranging from semi small to diminutive CS: good one, weston Principalpoop: pedantic, j'accuse Dexter Fong: Tete le merde CS: Jack Cusewak? The Beetnik? Dexter Fong: Jack Crosswalk Principalpoop: mangez mes dessous Dexter Fong: The Jaywalker Elayne: Any Silly Site suggestions? I was going to use this, because I keep coming up Hitler when I click the photos: http://sethtaras.wordpress.com/2010/12/28/history-channel-brand-campaign/seth-taras_history_know_hitler/ Dexter Fong: Mange le oisseau Elayne: "Everything's coming up Hitler..." well, it IS the History Channel, after all. Principalpoop: dog veux le promenade, je reviens EWeston: A Procter line, Your kids will have to eat all their cereal before they can get the puck out. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:38 PM, dragging Hakim By the Bay by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Hakim By the Bay: Everything's coming up Hitler. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:39 PM and Tyrebiter sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: Sorry I only know a Hakim by the Interurban. Hakim By the Bay: I like the History channel's show about Vikings. ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from jaundice ||||||||| MrSea - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:40 PM and Jack Poet bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Dexter Fong: A mini reap] Dexter Fong: Hi Jack, got any Karman Ghias? Hakim By the Bay: I went to the Interzone once, but I had the wrong zipcode. Hakim By the Bay: Next thing I knew I had started a new fad diet using the meat of the Aquatic Centipede as a dessert topping. Anna Livia Plurabella: Who mailed you? Jack Poet: Need a deal? Sweet Volks Wagons soaked in real Vermont break fluid. Hakim By the Bay: I'm not sure, they went postal before they addressed it, actually. DJTween: This goes really well as a companion to Not Insane Hakim By the Bay: I went to Vermont once. Nice place. They tend to pour maple syrup over cows and ski down them. Anna Livia Plurabella: pancakes for the soul and that's the way it goes DJTween: lol Hakim EWeston: A real bootstraping story. Lotsa bootstraps on yer average centipede Jack Poet: Ran into one recently and cost me 5 1/2 thousand dollars. CS: i thought jack poet was dead Anna Livia Plurabella: How do you count them all? Anna Livia Plurabella: he lives CS: shoes for industry, compadre? Jack Poet: Not hardly. Hakim By the Bay: I fill the Albert Hall with holes and just try pouring them down. Hakim By the Bay: But I never remember the count because my memory is like a seive. EWeston: Handfull by handful Anna Livia Plurabella: or again has risen from the coffee house CS: are you the poet in a poet's car who the firesign advertised? Jack Poet: Like Jake in Big Jake--John Wayne.. Hakim By the Bay: My poetry is the poetry of the ages....which means it is old as balls and young as the wolf in the moon. Anna Livia Plurabella: Never beleive advertising son Jack Poet: Not hardly--anyone? Hakim By the Bay: but no, no one announces me except for that weird announcey thing that announces us all. Hakim By the Bay: am I supposed to be listening to a listening thing? I was listening to Genesis on grooveshark.... Hakim By the Bay: but I am open to revelation. Anna Livia Plurabella: ah yes the great loudspeaker of Zues or Sally or someone CS: you crave announcifation, hakim? Dexter Fong: There's a firesign program playing, just click on the URL above DJTween: Is that the band with Adam & Eve, Hakim? CS: rejoyced, anna? EWeston: Could be a growth industry here in the future Hakim By the Bay: It keeps trying to convince me I need to save a mpu file. Do I want one? DJTween: Just click on that little chromium URL Hakim By the Bay: no, Peter and Steve and Tony and Phil. Jack Poet: I have Genesis with Gabriel. Totally different from their later stuff. Gabriel all the way. Really cool. DJTween: You can copy that link and paste the URL into your music player Dexter Fong: Tween: No that's the band with The Seven Seals, the 4 Horseman of the Apocolypse and the Armegeddons CS: that growth looks cancerous DJTween: Sounds like a heavy metal act DJTween: Death Metal, even Elayne: Oh, I dunno, Jack, their older stuff is kind of interminable. I just listened to one today about people being kicked out of flats. So, so long and boring. Hakim By the Bay: Metal? I try to avoid being in metal bands. I don;t like when my balls clank. Dexter Fong: Tween: No, no that's not an act....It's a festival Jack Poet: Lamb Lies Down on Broadway. Hakim By the Bay: I was listening to some black metal, but it was made by white guys. In white paint. I got confused. Dexter Fong: Lion gets up on 8th Avenue Anna Livia Plurabella: bad place to take a nap DJTween: Apocaplaooza? Dexter Fong: ALP: Not anymore since Bloombergs Traffic Lady turned it intoone long plaza DJTween: having dined on the lamb CS: good ploace to take a nip Jack Poet: but I love Gabriel. Pretty bizarre. EWeston: Armagedden deef Hakim By the Bay: He WAS pretty when he was younger, yes. Those 70s people had interesting hair. Hakim By the Bay: I liked his no-hawk. CS: you have a favourite angel, jack? ge||ge: That would be white hair? Hakim By the Bay: My favourite angel is Pretziel, the Twisted! Jack Poet: Gabe has no hair. CS: at least i had hair, in the 70s Hakim By the Bay: Gabriel has become a bit hairless these days. CS: my favourite angel is Tom Satriano, aka Satch, Angel cather and infielder in the 60s Hakim By the Bay: O for tuna. Velut luna. Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu had plenty hair last I saw you Elayne: Except for that weird goatee. The man is weird with a beard. Still, beats dressing up like a flower, I supose. CS: Tuna loves eau CS: not on top, dex Hakim By the Bay: I've always preferred sideburns. Dexter Fong: Well you always wore a hat Jack Poet: but he sure as can hell ride around in an upside-down ball and sing. Saw him several years ago. Dexter Fong: Hak: As opposed to facial burns DJTween: lol CS: apparently i began balding when i began wearing a hat Hakim By the Bay: Yeah, those get a little painful. CS: but skin cancer is not my freind Hakim By the Bay: Especially if you lay just cooked mutton chops on them. Hakim By the Bay: but here we go back with the lambs. DJTween: melanoma is not a fruit CS: first hat wearing was at 77 world series in la ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| neil - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Tyrebiter - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Tween: So far, this broadcast and DOOM are in agreement DJTween: kewl :) CS: the evil yankees won, but i enjoyed the sun protection from hat DJTween: great stuff Elayne: Oop, Daily Show on shortly. Next week, all. Principalpoop: on broadway, they say that I won't last too long Principalpoop: back, night E CS: by el DJTween: Be well E Dexter Fong: TV junkie ||||||||| Elayne leaves at 10:55 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..." EWeston: bye Elayne Hakim By the Bay: I used to be fond of TV. ge||ge: Bye M, or 3 or W? Jack Poet: Wife and I just watched the first Beach movie with Avalon. Funny stuff, especially my favorite biker gang, The Ratz & Mice. Dexter Fong: Bye low Jack Poet: Eric Von Zipper> "You Stupids." CS: mouseketeers one of the first things i saw on tv, 56 Dexter Fong: and then he gives himself the finger Principalpoop: hans conrad? Melanie Haber: Have you seen any of the other Beach movies? Jack Poet: LOL Principalpoop: conreid Dexter Fong: Seen most if not all of them Jack Poet: ALL. DadSir2U: haha von zipper DJTween: I've seen On The Beach. Does that count? Dexter Fong: Only for nothing Hakim By the Bay: I've had sex on the beach. Dexter Fong: With sandy Hakim By the Bay: Sandy Crak, yes. Dexter Fong: on the 4th of July? Principalpoop: terry thomas? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Hakim By the Bay: No, I think it was hours earlier. There WAS fireworks, nonetheless. Principalpoop: wasn't that chicago? regnad kcin: shoes for indusry1 Dexter Fong: Was the moon rising behind you? regnad kcin: ! Hakim By the Bay: When it's cold.... Hakim By the Bay: and when it's dark... CS: shoes for the dread Hakim By the Bay: the moon will obsess me. Dexter Fong: Alas poor regnad, reduced to punctuation marks Hakim By the Bay: but I usually get over it. Hakim By the Bay: I can look at the moon when I'm dead. Dexter Fong: Yeah, but you wont be seein it CS: no, i can't make my knee grow, but i can make my ankle dance Hakim By the Bay: Oh, you'd be surprised how much you tend to see in hindsight. Dexter Fong: Tween: This may be where the extra minute or two comes in regnad kcin: !rac suolubaf siht no sartxe eht ta kool tsuj s'tel srotom tropsliops hplar - srotom tropsliops hplar si siht sdneirf ayih DJTween: might be Principalpoop: nobody has seen the moon, reflected photons hit your retina, that is all Jack Poet: See you all later. Nice meeting you. My latest listen of Lawyer's Hospital inspired my name. G, nite. EWeston: Hindsite is golden, as is well known CS: hakim, if you have eyes in your ass, you have shitty vision DJTween: Later JP Principalpoop: silence is golden, but my eyes can see Anna Livia Plurabella: ha ha bye Jack Hakim By the Bay: That would explain why I keep squinting when I squirt. ;) Melanie Haber: Bye JP! Dexter Fong: Night JP (that's jack Poet not Johnny Piano) EWeston: You mean to Bambi? Hakim By the Bay: Have YOU seen my uncle Jack? Principalpoop: ciao jack Anna Livia Plurabella: Justa Patio CS: where is piano tonight? Anna Livia Plurabella: I can show you Hakim By the Bay: or at least a little girl. about 8, short black hair? Dexter Fong: Every where youa go Hakim By the Bay: The piano has been drinking! Jack Poet: She likes it that way. Nite. Dexter Fong: and the tubas doing tequila shots CS: not me Anna Livia Plurabella: more sugar! Hakim By the Bay: little Jimmy? Dexter Fong: Yes you! opronounced qqqrrrr? CS: one of the long list of great tom waits songs Hakim By the Bay: didn't he used to bother some wrestler or another? Hakim By the Bay:http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2gssszW8D1r8gysio1_1280.gif Principalpoop: waits or watts? Beet: Keep it weird. G'nite. Principalpoop: i got the beet, oops he slipped away Hakim By the Bay: Tom Waits for no man. Dexter Fong: night beet Anna Livia Plurabella: nite EWeston: Nite Beet Principalpoop: except the electrician, hand me the pliers EWeston: Scitzos Assemble!! Dexter Fong: How about a pair of Vice Lord....er uh Grips Hakim By the Bay: Where ARE they all going? Anna Livia Plurabella: not on your life buko CS: by beet Principalpoop: dyslexics untie CS: remember george putnam Hakim By the Bay: they're dropping like flies! or other droppable objects! CS: my dad's ford dealership used to advertise on his news show EWeston: Anarcist's Organize! ge||ge: Do I half to google Putnam, G? Anna Livia Plurabella: quick hide behind the prehistoric fish! Hakim By the Bay: Mein Luftkissenfahrzeug ist voller Aale! Principalpoop: procastinato DJTween: cease, you'll be happy to know that the Ford Escort is now the top selling car in the world DJTween: *Focus, not Escort regnad kcin: cahterwood! Anna Livia Plurabella: so says your mother! CS:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Putnam_%28newsman%29 Dexter Fong: Tween: Please, try to focus Principalpoop: focus? no focu Hakim By the Bay: The prehistoric fissssh.... http://www.uvm.edu/whale/WhaleSkeleton.jpeg Hakim By the Bay: who is secretly a mammal. CS: not happy at all, my dad's dealership was taken over by the mafia and he was evicted, penniless ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Marc - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: And obnoxious Dexter Fong: But twice a year, its captain equipisces Anna Livia Plurabella: ha ha who needs pennies! Hakim By the Bay: Мое судно на воздушной подушке полно китов. CS: anyone who thinks the ford motor company and the mafia aren't the same peoiple is an idiot Hakim By the Bay: I do. DJTween: yeah, was teasing, cease, sorry :/ Hakim By the Bay: Give your pennies to ME. DJTween: It takes a village to raise a village idiot CS: going to import cars? Dexter Fong: I ain't givin no pennies to some commie ruski typer Hakim By the Bay: So, I heard my first Firesign Theater album back in 1989. Hakim By the Bay: but it would not be my last. Hakim By the Bay: We met this guy named Richard. Hakim By the Bay: but everyone knew him as Nancy. Principalpoop: 1989, i was busy Anna Livia Plurabella: ah yes Nancy Comet CS: hey dex, your knicks are doing fine without the chinese guy Hakim By the Bay: and he had this funny looking record that had John Lennon and Groucho Marx on it. Anna Livia Plurabella: busy that's what they all say Hakim By the Bay: this is going someplace strange, we thought. Dexter Fong: Cat: Okay so far CS: great to see kobe beat portland last night. he really wants to at least be in the lplayoffs. EWeston: The bus's have stopped running and started walking. I must fly, but I musn't. Chow all and Al. l Anna Livia Plurabella: with gleeful antiapation ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' Principalpoop: were there drugs invovled? CS: blue jays are doing as poorly as the lakers did at the begininng of their season Hakim By the Bay: anyone can beat portland. it has a big statue in the middle of town that looks like an elk. Hakim By the Bay: There are always drugs involved. Principalpoop: weston ok dokie Principalpoop: elk or a kiwani? Anna Livia Plurabella: sure blame the drugs they can't defend themselves CS: big bitch? CS: lol anna Hakim By the Bay: That's what I keep telling the christians when they tell me smoking pot is a sin. Principalpoop: hash always beat my ass Hakim By the Bay: for one, thing, I never found any drugs in the Bible. Hakim By the Bay: if I had, I certainly would have used them by now. Hakim By the Bay: for another thing, I'm kinda a Odinist these days. Principalpoop: roll up and smoke genesis hehe Dexter Fong: Tween: It seems as though the inclusion of the music (Work with Me Annie) accounts for the time difference between your recording and the DOOM show, and having hear unedited DF shows, they always had musical interludes Anna Livia Plurabella: right between Adam and Eve CS: apparently the annointing oil used to annoit jesus and other biblical figures was highly cannabis infused CS: thanks tween CS: i have no daughters to spare, tween ||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - -Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/lilyfund/' Dexter Fong: Read the log and thanks Tween Anna Livia Plurabella: and tasty Hakim By the Bay: trail mix too! Principalpoop: than ks tw een DJTween: The musical interludes, Dex? Yeah, I've noticed that Hakim By the Bay: does anybody really know what time it is? does anybody really care? ge||ge: Marvie as always Mister Tween! Principalpoop: 25 or 6 to 4 Dexter Fong: Tween: They usually had 4 or 5 or 6 so that the show ran at least 60 minutes DJTween: Please feel free to join me on Sunday afternoon at 5pm CST at Radio Free Dishnuts Anna Livia Plurabella: 42 Hakim By the Bay: 6 of one, half a dozen of the other...... DJTween: also a live show Hakim By the Bay: I'm not your son & you're not my motherrrr.... Anna Livia Plurabella: I wish I had ears to hear DJTween: Everybody have a great week :-) DadSir2U: thanks for the pomegranates, nite all DJTween: Until last time, again... Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny Principalpoop: bravo plurabella Anna Livia Plurabella: ok you too :) Principalpoop: night dad Anna Livia Plurabella: hee hee Hakim By the Bay: Если бы двери восприятия были очищены .... Principalpoop: danke tak merci grazie gracias Dexter Fong: More commie ruskie talk (chat) (type) Anna Livia Plurabella: filthy Eastern ways Principalpoop: pinko commie ruskie even Principalpoop: probably godless Hakim By the Bay: никто не будет врезаться в их думать, что они были стены. Melanie Haber: Night everyone! Dexter Fong: odd, that commie pinko ruskie Hakim By the Bay: Oh no I have several gods. Principalpoop: kiss miss haber Dexter Fong: Night nancy Hakim By the Bay: all of them are run on the finest holy water.... ge||ge: I took 4 worthless semesters of Russian in my UT days. Dexter Fong: And hug Betty Jo CS: by melanie Hakim By the Bay: but unfortunately they are all left handed. Principalpoop: blasphemy, there is no god but the gird ||||||||| Around 11:20 PM, DJTween walks off into the sunset... Principalpoop: oops grid CS: grid willing ||||||||| "Hey Rufus_T_Firetween!" ... Rufus_T_Firetween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:21 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ge||ge: All it did was ruin what little Spanish I could converse in. Dexter Fong: Ge: Well of course it was worthleth, cows don't sp[eak russion CS: by tween. thanks again for the show Hakim By the Bay: except for Russian cows. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bill E Goat', just granted probation at 11:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly. CS: they do in Mos-cow Principalpoop: goat cakes again Dexter Fong: lol Cat Dexter Fong: afkfr Anna Livia Plurabella: goat meal ||||||||| Melanie Haber departs at 11:22 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" CS: gotta get some use out of all this expensive intoxication, dex Principalpoop: goat meal brooks shield arrow spice island dressing Anna Livia Plurabella: Inga binga bong hits CS: apparently proc was hangiing out with jagger when they record the goats head soup album in la CS: both fuckng the same woman, apparently Principalpoop: you say that as if toxic is a good thing Anna Livia Plurabella: The gost of Mojo is not amused CS: 100 years ago from that album still among my fave stones tunes Hakim By the Bay: Well, I'd like to stay long time, but I have a music to catch. Principalpoop: inebreated the better word ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Jack Poet - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws ||||||||| EWeston - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hakim By the Bay: Join us on turntable, where I am presently breaking the president. Hakim By the Bay:http://turntable.fm/the_emerald_elevator Principalpoop: then go, break my heart and smash my dreams ge||ge: What kind of "goat's head soup". Never heard of it! CS: catch those tunes, hakim Anna Livia Plurabella: flip out tun on an fall in Anna Livia Plurabella: nite Anna Livia Plurabella: ;) CS:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goats_Head_Soup Principalpoop: weeeeee Anna Livia Plurabella: see you perhaps in the EE Anna Livia Plurabella: music Principalpoop: angie, you're beautiful CS: are you a dj, anna/ Dexter Fong: Brak? Principalpoop: i brak for pedestrians, not animals ge||ge: Alas, HBtB, it requires a late-ish version of Flash I no-gottie. Dexter Fong: I brak for Obamas Principalpoop: i hussay for hussein Dexter Fong: ge: same here, I get a black screen o' dark energy Principalpoop: hussien the kitchen with ida? Dexter Fong: Cat: Whilst going thru stuff related to taxes, came across the Per Se Menu of our Dining in Excess adventure CS: bangin on the old banjo ge||ge: @cs: I did a text search for "proc", but found no hits. CS: proc= phil proctor Dexter Fong: ge: you wanna try proctology Principalpoop: try croc ge||ge: so? proc ought to show, no? Dexter Fong: Try, finger@rubber glove CS: it's not just that i could have bought a good used car for the price of the meal, Principalpoop: don't just try proctoloty, really do it CS: it's if you're going to be known as the best chef in the us, you bettr deliver. keller did not, for me Dexter Fong: Cat: However, you *did* have that dude custom making drinks for you ge||ge: @cs Still sad about the Ford dealership, eh? regnad kcin: !yrtsudni rof seohs Principalpoop: beta tester for drinks is hazardous duty CS: eadrlier that day, we lunched at le bernardin which was orgasmic. per se was just filling. Very filing. I thought I'd damaged my somache but not in a good way Dexter Fong: Oh regnad, please, please...give itup baby, you're only huring yourself CS: dex, they do that in any good restaurant. ge||ge: Livers go before stomachs CS: yeah i have conversed with the drink guy, justin lord. i told him he has the perfect name Dexter Fong: Cat: Ummm, I'd say they do that in only the best ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'pNose II', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:34 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... regnad kcin: i can't like this Principalpoop: yes at dairy queen, you can tell them what to put in smoothie? quickie? whatever Dexter Fong: Another late arrival using Nancy as a disguise ge||ge: siht ekil t'nac i?!! CS: at least 50 reswtaurants i've visited have done that for me. regnad kcin: i can't talk like this ge||ge: That's "In the skies" Dexter Fong: GE: If anyone logs in as regnad kcin, anything they type comes out backwards CS: if you have any creativity as a bar tender and a customer asks you to exercise it, you groove on that Principalpoop: wait, what is in the skies? Dexter Fong: Lucy???? regnad kcin: lucy Principalpoop: that was my first thought CS: in the sky with emeralds? ge||ge: Nah... He's just a fast, ambi Dex terous typer. Dexter Fong: Lucy in the sky with died blondes Principalpoop: with diamonds even CS: Dex doesn't tear us, he unites us Dexter Fong: GE: Log out and log in again as regnad and see Principalpoop: if fong is our skin, cs is our bones Dexter Fong: gonna log out and back in ||||||||| "Hey Dexter Fong!" ... Dexter Fong turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:38 PM, I don't have to go 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 gnoF retxeD disembarks at 11:38 PM. gnoF retxeD: Hello regnad kcin: liar leets gninihs eno gnulf ew lla mih ssorca dna gnoF retxeD: nope only works with regnad Principalpoop: lool ge||ge: Hhhhheeelllloooo regnad kcin: rockefefeller... rockefefeller... rockefefeller Principalpoop: rail spelled backwards is liar, sounds like a woody allen joke ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hakim By the Bay - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Anna Livia Plurabella - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... regnad kcin: (; CS:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAAQ3rwh8nY gnoF retxeD: tnemtnemtassid a tahw Principalpoop: hakim, anna and dad, losses gnoF retxeD: the hell with this ||||||||| "11:40 PM? I'm late!" exclaims gnoF retxeD, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers gnoF retxeD into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:40 PM, then departs. ||||||||| gnoF retxeD rushes off, saying "11:40 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| 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 gnoF retxeD disembarks at 11:41 PM. regnad kcin: gninnur tpircs siht evah dluow ngiserif ylno oaml ||||||||| At 11:41 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, gnoF retxeD!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| "11:41 PM? 11:41 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits on the divan. Principalpoop: try buddy guy 10 years ago pNose II: party's pooping out? Principalpoop:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4bCoA7dcM8w Dexter Fong: Okay then, now that everythings back to nor mal, see you all, each and every one of you, next week CS: not yet, nose Principalpoop: hail rita CS: maybe pissing away Dexter Fong: and don't be late CS: meter made Dexter Fong: Yes Poop, hail the riata Principalpoop: i think the bus is leaving, night all ||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:43 PM. Dexter Fong: does this bus go to Goshen? Dexter Fong: Night Cat, and BEST Wishes CS:http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&v=wcVEDyro2sE&NR=1 CS: i'm still here Dexter Fong: Night GE, get here earlier pNose =), reg...try a different/new chat name Dexter Fong: I know you are cat, you were here before me and hopefully will still be here forever and anon ||||||||| 11:46 PM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). CS: i was here on the first day. i may be here on the last day ||||||||| "Hey CS!" ... CS turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:46 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ge||ge: no. I' ge||ge: Dang. ge||ge: Well. OK. Baaack to computer programming for 1/2 hr. Bye ||||||||| At 11:49 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, ge||ge!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bill E Goat - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| pNose II - dead from the yaws ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| krash - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| uhClem - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Langerhans - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) in through the front door at 12:34 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Sorry I am late! I too have been suffering with Globner's disease and now Straussman's complaint. ||||||||| At 12:36 AM, Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shivajoe - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 1:32 AM, dragging chatshat by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" ||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| chatshat - dead from measles ||||||||| 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 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 3:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from the common cold ||||||||| 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."
The Evening's Participants:
Anna Livia Plurabella
Beet
Brian Tirebiter
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
carolanka
CS
DadSir2U
Dashboard Buddha
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dwarf_guarding_pliars
Elayne
EWeston
ge||ge
George Stevens
gnoF retxeD
Hakim By the Bay
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
Jack Poet
Loring
Louise Wong
Marc
Melanie Haber
Merlyn
MikeyBoi
Monsieur Pathos
MrSea
nick danger
PhillyTex
pNose II
Principalpoop
ralph spoilsport
RandomCoolzip
regnad kcin
Roi
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
The Wispering Squash ahclem
UncleIrv
