||||||||| 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 25, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'HEMLOCK STONES', just granted probation at 2:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly. HEMLOCK STONES: ATTENTION FIREHEADS, HONEY SANCHEZ HAS HAD A BAD FALL AND IS CURRENTLY IN A NURSING HOME WITH VARIOUS INJURIES INCLUDING A BROKEN ARM HEMLOCK STONES: SHE IS CUT OFF FROM MOST HELP AND FRIENDS AND DOES NOT EVEN HAVE ACCESS TO SKYPE TILL SHE IS UNITED WITH HER LAP TOP. HEMLOCK STONES: HER SKYPE PHONE NUMBER IS ALSO HER CELLPHONE NUMBER AND AS SOME OF YOU ARE WITHING RANGE EVEN BEFORE HER LAPPY ARIVES AT THE HOSPITAL SO YOU CAN GIVE HER A CALL ON HER SKYPE NUMBER WHICH IS 001-505-504- 3644 SO IF YOU ARE WITHIN RANGE AND HAVE A LITTLE TIME TO SPARE TO MAKE A CALL TO HONEY OR ZUNIE BLUESKY AS SHE IS ALSO KNOWN ON STUMBLIE UPON I KNOW SHE WOULD BE JAZZED TO HEAR FROM YOU AND ABOUT YOU OUT IN THE REAL WORLD AS SOME OF US KNOW IT.. ALL THE BEST FROM HEMLOCK STONES ACROSS THE POND FROM BOTH OF US AND OF COURSE HER LITTLE DOG, ZOEY WHO WILL BEP PINING FOR SOME COMPANY AND ATTENTION. LOVE TO ALL FROM HEMMIE. HEMLOCK STONES: MY PHONE NUMBER IS 044-01282-86O985 AND MY CELL NUMBER IS 044-07813-754888 WHICH IS ALSO MY SKYPE NUMBER WHEN ITS BACK ON AS MY COMPUTER HAS ALSO HAD A BAD FALL, I CHUCKED IT IN ANGER BUT IT WILL BE REPLACED SHORTLY. BEST TO ALL FROM STONES AND POXON ||||||||| "2:26 PM? I'm late!" exclaims HEMLOCK STONES, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| HEMLOCK STONES enters at 2:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 3:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| HEMLOCK STONES - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| HEMLOCK STONES bounds in at 7:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Hemlock Stones', just granted probation at 8:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| PickinUpThings enters at 8:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| HEMLOCK STONES - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... PickinUpThings: I spell that PickinUpThings PickinUpThings: It's all I think about ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:29 PM, dragging DJTween by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ||||||||| 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 graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Sweetmilk in through the front door at 8:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with residualecho close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:42 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Sven_Archer inside, makes a note of the time (8:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. residualecho: Aren't those trees stunted yet? Sven_Archer: Don't chute! DJTween: The stream's up. Audio in a couple of minutes Sven_Archer: Arrow be sitting here kwietlee ||||||||| 8:44 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' Sven_Archer: Auwer? Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! DJTween: Evenin' all residualecho: How are things on the Sunset Strip, QE? Captain Equinox: Naked ||||||||| garyh tiptoes in around 8:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Captain Equinox: And the sun's setting as I type Sven_Archer: NO NO NO... the earth is RISING! residualecho: Naked is just another destination on the Strip, where the journey is what it's all about.
Captain Equinox ) residualecho: I couldn't find any Bear Whiz in the fridge, so I'm having a glass of Kilt Lifter. Captain Equinox: :) ||||||||| WaterstallFieldShow steals in around 8:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Captain Equinox: Tween, did you say it's How Time Flys tonight? DJTween: Yes indeed :) Captain Equinox: Groovy residualecho: It's one of my favorites. DJTween: and then some vintage Radio Free Oz Captain Equinox: It's one I don't own. residualecho: I have two copies of the diorama, uncut. Rufus_T_Firetween: How Time Flys can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/daoshowtifl.html Captain Equinox: Jealous...not to be torturing me! Rufus_T_Firetween: I had the original vinyl, but sold it. Silly me residualecho: I took an X-Acto knife to my first one and had it on my Firesrhine for many a year... ||||||||| 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 agitpropster disembarks at 8:53 PM. residualecho: You know the collectible that I'd love to see surface digitally some day? the poster that shipped inside DCTDHMTP. ||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 8:55 PM: tomwilly jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| Around 8:55 PM, agitpropster walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| agitpropster tiptoes in around 8:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood ushers wake in through the front door at 8:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| 8:56 PM: Malcolm X John Lennon jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" tomwilly: I'm trying to remember this one...it's the adventures of Mark Time, yeah? EWeston: Good buddy every howdy, he said noselessly wake: hello all PickinUpThings: Malcolm x John Lennon! Come in and dig your mother! DJTween: Yeah, it's about Mark's homecoming WaterstallFieldShow: --eems to be a delay in the transfer circuit somewhere... tomwilly: Is this thing on??? DJTween: you're on, bucco ||||||||| wake leaves at 8:58 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." Malcolm X John Lennon: Groovy residualecho: I'd forgotten all about The Pegasus. That was a long time ago on the Circus Circuit... PickinUpThings: what thingt is that? Sven_Archer: I sem to bee buzzing too fahst... er Faustzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz tomwilly: Just this little chromium switch... residualecho: We'll be Heironymous Bosch in a second, but Faust... WaterstallFieldShow: I think the gravity waves are affecting this recall unit... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with CS close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 25, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" DJTween: Hey cease ||||||||| 9:00 PM: Rexie jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" EWeston: A present future traveler with bees in his head? ||||||||| wake enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Garcia wasn't too shabby on steel guitar PickinUpThings: Heironymous Bosch one quarter mile DJTween: He play on this New Riders song CS: Hi all wake: hello all residualecho: Heironymous Bosch one eigth mile ||||||||| Beet steals in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| lamar enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. CS: I'm reading a biography of Vince Guaraldi now. I didn't know he played with Garcia Sven_Archer: IZ Awakeee ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" CS: Apparently a friend of Pig Pen too EWeston: Should see him in a real drag race Beet: For a change, right on time. Hi, gang ||||||||| At 9:01 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, wake!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... WaterstallFieldShow: Where does the sound come out? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with prymal close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. DJTween: Hey P Sven_Archer: Yahooodle-ae-ee-oh Malcolm X John Lennon: My mom didn't breast feed me for 16 years for this... PickinUpThings: you might need that goat, lamar Principalpoop: hey there EWeston: Lo Beet ||||||||| 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 wake disembarks at 9:02 PM. Sven_Archer: 17 wake: hmmmmm PickinUpThings: the sound usually comes out at thanksgiving dinner Principalpoop: prymal rage? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong 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. wake: I can't see anything tomwilly: hmmmm...firefox doesn't want to reload the page... Principalpoop: i see fong PickinUpThings: it's okay we can see you Beet: Proud to say I just ordered "Exorcism In Daily Life" Very excited. Sven_Archer: ShallI Chute? PickinUpThings: stop that Principalpoop: i have firefox 20.0.1 Sven_Archer: Widows SEBBEN PickinUpThings: all the firefox you'll ever need ||||||||| wake rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's wake?! It's 9:04 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Malcolm X John Lennon: Maybe if you would keep your finger on the script,wake... Principalpoop: oh wake Dexter Fong: Guten Abend Herren und Dammed PickinUpThings: I've always wondered how time flied tomwilly: I'll be back, abruptly... Sven_Archer: N and V don't come out ...unless typed sereattttttlee Beet: Tweeny! Sven_Archer: seriouslee EWeston: Not mysteriously? residualecho: I've been introducing FST to my 11 yr. old on his rides home from school. HCYBITPAO was at first largely opaque to the lad, but Nick Danger seems accessible. We got to act three, and what's fun is listening to him explain what he thinks is going on. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:05 PM bus from New Jersey pulls away, leaving roaryro coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. PickinUpThings: wolfman jack (I just like saying that) Dexter Fong: Hiyah Cat, Tweeny, Poop et all Sven_Archer: Wher is the Doktoor? PickinUpThings: what IS going on? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:05 PM and anus buttwumper waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Sven_Archer: whir whir whirr chop chop chop whiz PickinUpThings: is that my grape? Principalpoop: emerson lake and palmer would be appropriate for 11 years also hehe Sven_Archer: Nein! it iz MYNE ||||||||| Grout enters at 9:06 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Malcolm X John Lennon: Well typing on the iPadsure isn't working out Beet: Love this album. Principalpoop: eine 10 one after 909 PickinUpThings: I can shout. Don't hear you. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies wake in through the front door at 9:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Dexter Fong: Tweeny's only playing this because this was his first appearance on FST Rufus_T_Firetween: How Time Flys can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/daoshowtifl.html PickinUpThings: balls wake: still nuttin anus buttwumper: loodamn celophane burned my fingers Sven_Archer: notting? PickinUpThings: anus ... is your computer on? Grout: /me sits here in the waiting room Rufus_T_Firetween: How Time Flys at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln Principalpoop: you are too young to be thinking about balls ladybelle EWeston: I love nottingfish Grout: Is this available via IRC? DJTween: beulaballs, er belles PickinUpThings: billiards residualecho: We're in Pink Floyd and King Crimson mode (the 7 yr. old sister wants it to rock), but ELP is on the way. Principalpoop: no, no flying sauces here PickinUpThings: hey cool, I'm A-OK too ||||||||| wake is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:08 PM. ||||||||| roaryro leaves at 9:08 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..." anus buttwumper: I need to go back to the Department of Redundancy Department EWeston: Any loose hocky pucks? PickinUpThings: well, it's about time anus buttwumper: yes it is and it's a wonderful album Principalpoop: about time, about space, about something something PickinUpThings: mark ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| agitpropster - dead from measles ||||||||| garyh - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Sweetmilk - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... anus buttwumper: Yes tomwilly: Sorry, just a little argument with my co-pilot... CS: i heard david and his then wife tiny preview this album on kpfk, the radio station that gave birth to firesign 7 years earlier PickinUpThings: hey cool I'm out of communication too CS: maybe DJ Tween will play it next week anus buttwumper: Hey, what about these bags od Sh#* Sven_Archer: Somehow they can pass a bill to rectify that (and only that) immediately and with near unanimity. " Marco Rubio>>>>zing PickinUpThings: I remember Nelly EWeston: Openning soon the Emile Gashachorn presidential Libarry Sven_Archer: You-nan-Immitee Principalpoop: all together now Sven_Archer: Pleaze follow the yellow rubber line tou your seat PickinUpThings: jim EWeston: For Oxford, and for Yale! residualecho: So, relax, and, press your spreader! PickinUpThings: wait a minute. god DIDN'T come back? Sven_Archer: spreek engrish puhleeze... Jee EYE PickinUpThings: the empty 80s ||||||||| "9:15 PM? 9:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "beguiler should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as beguiler enters and sits on the divan. Principalpoop: zepline, i like it Sven_Archer: Hhahvahd ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - HOW TIME FLYS (He’s Not Insane) - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' EWeston: No spreek engrish, but unnerstan. ||||||||| Zippppbeeeep steals in around 9:15 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." PickinUpThings: that's not a divan ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - HOW TIME FLYS - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Principalpoop: a gramme is better than a damn PickinUpThings: llama doorknob cake ||||||||| 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 mark plummets into the garden at 9:16 PM. Zippppbeeeep: Is this how you lurk? PickinUpThings: kind of tomwilly: Holy Mudhead, mackeral!!! EWeston: machine wrapped in butter? Sven_Archer: in the windows to your left, it's 5000 feet to thebottom of the Grand Canyon CS: looks like mark has arrived. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - HOW TIME FLYS - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u - can be purchased at: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=htf' tomwilly: Just started the stream... PickinUpThings: should we start over for mark or just update? Zippppbeeeep: make something up ||||||||| 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 4d3fect disembarks at 9:18 PM. Dexter Fong: Mark has relived this all countless times tomwilly: It's all coming back to me now.... EWeston: That's solid down DJTween: Yes Dex, that's the idea ;) tomwilly: ...like a hot fist at the end of a wet kiss... PickinUpThings: say, that was a joke, wasn't it? Dexter Fong: You pick up things fast podner PickinUpThings: it's all I think about Dexter Fong: Picing up things and rollin' bombers...pick and roll 4d3fect: Ah, I love the smell of napalm in the morning! Sven_Archer: Where's Betty Jo Bielowski? 4d3fect: oops, wrong helicopter tomwilly: That's all he ever thinks about... PickinUpThings: what time is it? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Monkoking close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. tomwilly: pickin' up things... Principalpoop: 2 no trump Sven_Archer: I'm Owt, del again ||||||||| residualecho leaves to catch the 9:21 PM train to California. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room. PickinUpThings: that's not a train ||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says 4d3fect, and leaves. Sven_Archer: or issit Owl dealagain? Principalpoop: hi M Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:21 PM, dragging residualecho by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Merlyn: hey dex and PP and all Sven_Archer: yayyyy PickinUpThings: I can vouch for just about any yahoo ||||||||| Catherwood escorts JaxMandrake inside, makes a note of the time (9:22 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: darn, would have been cool to play with this album JaxMandrake: good evening dear friends! Dexter Fong: Hi JM JaxMandrake: apologies for my tardiness - I had to start taping the finale of Project Runway and I was also playing Batman: Arkham Asylum PickinUpThings: balls ||||||||| 4d3fect walks in and says "It's 9:23 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?" EWeston: A proud and mumbled velcum 4d3fect: I mean, Lil? PickinUpThings: we only knew her as nancy Principalpoop: oh bettyjo 4d3fect: @ mandrake, I'm running away from that as fast as i can (shudders) PickinUpThings: what a piece of asphalt tomwilly: Susan Underhill??? EWeston: Still carries that sap? JaxMandrake: which one, 4d3fect? 4d3fect: Runway, of course ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Malcolm X John Lennon - dead from The Plague ||||||||| prymal - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: btw folks - I'm still working on getting Skype integrated into the radio station, but hopefully soon will be able to schedule an interview with Phil Proctor JaxMandrake: that would rock, tween CS: that's something to look forward to, tween EWeston: Kwell!! Sven_Archer: Everyone knew her as Nancy 4d3fect: tyvm tween Principalpoop: when people on both sides of the big pond can skype at the same time PickinUpThings: how would we know it's him? JaxMandrake: get a chance to listen to lawyer's hospital? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:26 PM and grebman bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. 4d3fect: by the sound of his voice? Sven_Archer: A Greeep from Grance Dexter Fong: By the cut of his Giblet PickinUpThings: I wanted to listen to lawyer's hospital but I had a very special appointment Sven_Archer: A Grecian Greep EWeston: That grape gets around Merlyn: yeah, that'd be great tween PickinUpThings: gonna take more than that. may we see his papers please? Sven_Archer: Paers... all anyone wants is meee papers... arrrrgh PickinUpThings: don't judge the grape JaxMandrake: somebody should animate this entire album Sven_Archer: pears Sven_Archer: peers Sven_Archer: papiers Principalpoop: papers to prove that you are you and not me PickinUpThings: you never know when you'll need a damp rag tomwilly: gotta run...have enjoyed... CS: I wonder if they'll ever release the Big Brouhaha recordings Beet: Great idea, Jax EWeston: Over socialized grape, the terror that dare not burp its name. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:29 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving pNose II coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Sven_Archer: ARGH ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:29 PM and zero ohms waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. JaxMandrake: I'd do it myself but I don't know the first thing about drawing or animation CS: even the museums have been abandoned PickinUpThings: the media is glossing over the giant things ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Jules', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... 4d3fect: sayonara, tom JaxMandrake: energy is power and power is everybody's business Sven_Archer: How does time fly? forward, into the TARDIS PickinUpThings: read us the lipstick ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:30 PM and Chauly bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Jules leaves to catch the 9:30 PM train to Funfun Town. PickinUpThings: chauly is a rerun PickinUpThings: he called us persons CS: I think if there was a project that the 3 guys and shearer were interested in, it would happen Sven_Archer: flame on... afterburners fired up... zing JaxMandrake: Nick Danger vs Godzilla? EWeston: Time flies like an arow. Friut flies like a banana. PickinUpThings: they should animate this whole album 4d3fect: CS, that would be fantastic ||||||||| Clem waltzes in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. CS: shearer did a play with bergman and krassner as well as this ossman album PickinUpThings: slot A ... I hope I don't get them mixed up again ||||||||| ndeavour bounds in at 9:33 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: neo post spot modernism on the march is a good project CS: also worked with proctor and bergman in a flick PickinUpThings: that's not a knocker 4d3fect: Seems like a natural fit, artistically Principalpoop: quite EWeston: I'm glad we finally put spot behind us. Sven_Archer: I still have my origginalvinyl DCTDHMTP... scratched and such 4d3fect: or at least temperamentally Sven_Archer: that's fun JaxMandrake: I sure wish I had some company and some good dope. Otherwise I feel fine. 4d3fect: Sven, you too? CS: out damned spot. you too, dick and jane ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'George Stevens', just granted probation at 9:34 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: hehe he said dick hehe PickinUpThings: nothing like a big oily sump Dexter Fong: Hi GS George Stevens: Howdy Doody Fenster everybody JaxMandrake: I have some FST albums on vinyl - including the two out-of-print Nick Dangers CS: as austin says in radio now, run spot run DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre Sven_Archer: I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus George Stevens: Tween - love this album! Thanks for playing it. EWeston: As most spots are damned I feel like I'm in a crowd of clones JaxMandrake: good evening george, try to see my sleight-of-hand in front of your eyes George Stevens: Hi Dex George Stevens: Hi Jax PickinUpThings: optional time ... brilliant Principalpoop: how are connie and ray and cat? JaxMandrake: some of this is real, I assure you JaxMandrake: actually, only the blackness behind me is real DJTween: George, I'm playing all their albums in order of release - next week will be Roller Maidens PickinUpThings: this is no deja vu PickinUpThings: this is no deja vu Principalpoop: you said that before JaxMandrake: there's an echo in here Beet: incredible illusion, very real zero ohms: We can't talk in here! Sven_Archer: ..Duch Elm Street George Stevens: Took me years to catch onto the Million Dollar Legs refernces in this one. Tweeny! DJTween: oops, got that wrong - TV or Not TV was released before Roller Maidens DJTween: So that'll be next week Principalpoop: consciousness is a side effect of entropy, so there PickinUpThings: that looks just like planet x Rufus_T_Firetween: This is the best site I've found for a full chronology - http://dmdb.org/discographies/firesign.disco.html Sven_Archer: y? EWeston: No! put down that entropy! PickinUpThings: I thought this was entertainment too Rufus_T_Firetween: the Firesize site is more complete, but that site doesn't separate the solo efforts from FST CS: this is my favourite bergman character Beet: consciousness witnesses entropy where I come from DJTween: It's a great album :) ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| tomwilly - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Zippppbeeeep - dead from The Plague ||||||||| mark - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... PickinUpThings: never remote enough George Stevens: Agreed, cat PickinUpThings: I can beat that reaper in three dollars, geraldo Principalpoop: consciousnessment is a concept ahead of its time zero ohms: In progress? I don't see any progress, No, wait... EWeston: Like so many times the voice of Bergman is smilling. And inviting you to share the joke ||||||||| Outside, the 9:41 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Crateslayer coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Beet: That's what I said Principalpoop: wait, don't slay that crate PickinUpThings: what? CS: Indeed, Weston. Beet: what? JaxMandrake: I just love the names these crazee guys thought up Principalpoop: progresso sweetheart PickinUpThings: Nevada? I don't know, Alaska. EWeston: Ampere Watt? 4d3fect: What does this mean? PickinUpThings: this: a word that denotes something close Beet: it all depends on what your definition of "this" is PickinUpThings: take me to your bingle ||||||||| prymal enters at 9:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. JaxMandrake: Mr. President, your library is ready. CS: a hole of the black persuasion reminds me of one of their ads from an early album, a store for people of the coloured persuasion Principalpoop: this is that, sometimes JaxMandrake: Balliol Bros. 4d3fect: ohh, my heads hurts CS: that's it ||||||||| Catherwood ushers throatcluster7 inside, makes a note of the time (9:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:43 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from New York." PickinUpThings: midnight special Elayne: Evenin' all! Sorry I'm late, I was doing stuff. Not at work, for a change! George Stevens: Just tell 'em necessity sent ya! Principalpoop: hey E JaxMandrake: good evening elayne - hope your excuse is better than mine Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne Elayne: Season is almost over! Just two more mandatory late nights, Monday and Tuesday, then we can all breathe! DJTween: Hi E PickinUpThings: whose elayne? JaxMandrake: I was starting to tape Project Runway and letting Batman mess with my head Elayne: Jax, I do have one excuse, I was on Facebook posting this photo from my day at work: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10151583877846329&set=a.10150117779246329.315303.666376328&type=1&theater CS: Hi el Elayne: It's my present to all you folks. :) DJTween: "Sounds like the end of the world all over again man!" Elayne: Pickin, who indeed! EWeston: Hi Elayne Elayne: Hey EWeston! Principalpoop: The page you requested cannot be displayed right now. It may be temporarily unavailable, the link you clicked on may have expired, or you may not have permission to view this page. PickinUpThings: pic didn't work elayne residualecho: Wow, man, the 80s aren't here, yet! Elayne: It directly references http://firesignal.chromiumswitch.org/firesignal.html EWeston: I love an up coming line from the wolfman. Beet: ditto on pic Elayne: Crap, Pickin, let me try again. PickinUpThings: in deed or thought Elayne:https://sphotos-b.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/381568_10151583877846329_1379128561_n.jpg ||||||||| ann enters at 9:46 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. residualecho: "Not since '69..." 4d3fect: loved him over the air in the 60s 4d3fect: ehh, that didn't sound right, EWeston: That's the one. JaxMandrake: look at that one humping the entire state building PickinUpThings: now THAT's a picture. all those other people can stop trying. Sven_Archer: trailer bikes and chigger bites sprang up... Principalpoop: forward, into the past, i am with it Dexter Fong: E: Why did you use my *real* name there? Beet: It's about time Elayne: Interestingly, I use Chrome for Google, so it's kind of like a Chromium Switch... residualecho: Where are *my* dream loops? Elayne: Dex, what are you talking about? residualecho: (I don't know why you people are so superstitious...) PickinUpThings: this chromium switch here? Beet: Nice pic Elayne Principalpoop: what comes around goes around runs around sue Elayne: I haven't spoken directly to you this evening. I did in msg last week, but that was msg. Dexter Fong: In the URL after /photos? PickinUpThings: I've always wondered how time flied PickinUpThings: hey tweeny Elayne: LOL, Dex! Blame Facebook for that one. :) residualecho: "Like Mars flies in a Klein Bottle." Principalpoop: are you are a government hologram tweeny? Elayne: Ooh, thanks for the Beatles music, Tween! PickinUpThings: good choice!!!! ||||||||| At 9:49 PM, zero ohms rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Principalpoop: windowpaine 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 enters with DadSir2U close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. JaxMandrake: this isn't my favourite beatles song... in fact this is my first exposure (cover your eyes ladies!)
DJTween ) residualecho: Like flies through a Klein Bottle...http://www.kleinbottle.com/whats_a_klein_bottle.htm Elayne: Jax, surely you've heard this tune before??! JaxMandrake: never, e Elayne: Wow, the older I get the more I forget that younger folks are discovering what we all knew decades ago. :) Elayne: Jax, any Beatles questions, I'd be happy to answer. EWeston: I called some a klein bottle today. JaxMandrake: does it help that I used to really love the Sgt Pepper's movie? Dexter Fong: E: Is paul still dead? Elayne: Although my husband Robin (currently passed out in his easy chair) is better than I am at Beatles trivia.. PickinUpThings: *slaps jax* George Stevens: Jax go and listen to the white album immediately! CS: the guaraldi bio i'm reading has a lot about shultz,not surprisingly. Elayne: Jax, the one with the BeeGees?! JaxMandrake: the same CS: e peanuts book happiness is a warm puppy obviously the origin of this title Elayne: Oh dear, well, the music in that was fine, but I actually walked out on that movie in the theater as I recall. :) PickinUpThings: let's see if tweeny lets the door close EWeston: Yaz JaxMandrake: that movie is as old as I am ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - KPFK July 25 1978 RFO Broadcast - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' Beet: Is he better passed out Elayne: Cat, at the time, if you'll recall, there was a series of pithy statues or drawings or whatever regarding "Happiness is..." I think that's what they were riffing on. Principalpoop: 1978, where was I, oh yes, ok PickinUpThings: all vulnerable like that JaxMandrake: in my youth I hooked on to the scene where Aerosmith sang "Come Together" Elayne: I was in college in 1978. I saw a lot of films in college. PickinUpThings: john said he stole it completely, aghast that it was a magazine headline JaxMandrake: I understand that KISS was initially offered the role of the future villain band and turned it down residualecho: I was an extra on that set for a few days of production, in the MGM "Peyton Place" lot, with the Gazebo. CS: this is from a tape I got from packer in the 90s Elayne: Jax, I can't say as I blame them. But wow, KISS actually made a smart decision once. :) CS: i sent to doc to play on rfo. Elayne: I wish Packer would come on here one of these days. I miss Michael. DJTween: kewl cease :) JaxMandrake: kinda too bad for me - it took me until my late 20s to discover and fall in love with the music of KISS Elayne: Just wearing that shirt today and linking people to Four-Alarm FIRESIGNal got me all nostalgic. CS: i see him all the time on facebook Elayne: Jax, I went through my first Beatles phase in college, when they'd been broken up for about 6-7 years but when Lennon was still alive. Sven_Archer: I must bid "adieu." residualecho: I watched a new steadicam operator step off a chapman crane and onto a dolly to follow George Burns walking onstage with the Bee Gees. JaxMandrake: nighters sven Elayne: Adios Sven! PickinUpThings: I'll see your adieu and raise you a goat Dexter Fong: I bid 3 no trump Elayne: Very cool, residualecho! ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| throatcluster7 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| prymal - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Crateslayer - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Monkoking - dead from measles ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Rexie - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| grebman - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| pNose II - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Chauly - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Clem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ndeavour - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Then we'll be Svenless, Next time. George Stevens: Your lead Principalpoop: Go Fish Fong Dexter Fong: Woah! Mass reaping Elayne: Wow, look how many folks Sven took with him! residualecho: Watched Peter Frampton with a tube making his guitar go wah wah...and saw Henry the horse dancing the waltz. Principalpoop: lots of pneumonia there, careful Elayne: I'm almost jealous, residualecho, except I really did think it was a crap movie. :) PickinUpThings: careful is for lovers Elayne: But just to have been on the set making it, that must have been something. residualecho: That's because it really was a crap movie. JaxMandrake: because of the film my favourite Beatles song is I Want You/She's So Heavy Dexter Fong: Watched Flo and Eddy and the whole band with a tube in their mouths doing Frampton cover Beet: Bergman always had interesting musical taste Principalpoop: a sign of the times, it was a crappy times Principalpoop: think discoduck residualecho: I got to scare the shortest Bee Gee away from the vegan catering truck, because I looked hungrier than he was and I got there first. PickinUpThings: he called us persons again' Elayne: Oh PrinPoop, I didn't think the times were crappy at all. The '80s were great to me, that was the Decade of INSIDE JOKE. Elayne: For society in general, of course, it was the beginning of the end. PickinUpThings: lettuce pray residualecho: Saw Flo and Eddie twice, once at the Golden Bear in Huntington Beach, where I saw P&B perform TV or Not TV, and also at John Wayne Good Times Theater in Knazi Beri Farm. JaxMandrake: I hate to miss any of the fun (either here or on the stream) but there is a dog that I must talk for a wake... or is that take for a walk? EWeston: The crop we are harvesting today E PickinUpThings: I saw Firesign at UCLA. When was I? residualecho: They were illegal, immoral, and fattening. Dexter Fong: Resid: They used to play the Bottom Line in NYC every New Years Beet: wake for a talk Elayne: Have a nice walk with doggie, Jax! CS: i remember bergman was teaching at ucla at one point 4d3fect: 78? DJTween: The doggie can walk the talk JaxMandrake: save my seat 4d3fect: royce hall? residualecho: Wish I'd seen them there. Saw Anytown USA at Santa Monica Civic. EWeston: Nice doggie ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. 4d3fect: maybe 77, maybe 80, bit foggy now George Stevens: First time i saw them was at U of Md the night ronnie raygun was shot. Very surreal shoe. PickinUpThings: royce hall ... you're helping. was it 78? or one after 909? PickinUpThings: did he shoot back? George Stevens: That' show 4d3fect: *snrk* Rufus_T_Firetween: Radio Free Oz - "Screwing With Your Head Since 1966" - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ PickinUpThings: at the end they asked what a greatest hits album would have on it residualecho: The warm up act for FST more mid-seventies, was Tim Weisberg, who taught us all how to play the flute, if only we'd known how to climb up a tree. Principalpoop: is that right, oh I love his music, cool 4d3fect: shoe soles excluded? DJTween: Weisberg was really good DJTween: Think I have a vinyl of his Beet: no shoes residualecho: There are two greatest hits albums. Forward into the Past, and Shoes for Industry, so long as you don't count "Dear Friends." PickinUpThings: they did nick danger for about an hour residualecho: Not even inflatables. 4d3fect: Feel a bit mongoloid atm Principalpoop: now that sounds like 78 music DJTween: Yeah, I've never had Forward. Need to get that from somebody (out of print) residualecho: TFST have to compete with the audience in performance of Nick Danger. PickinUpThings: at one point rocky rocococo was shooting everybody, then he shot the audience for laughing 4d3fect: PUT, wasn't there a hot tub segment? Principalpoop: 1978, not all those 78 records PickinUpThings: I didn't know there would be a test residualecho: I should find it if only for the track listings. A double vinyl lp. George Stevens: Yes, it was called in the hot tib, and in the hot tub again PickinUpThings: they did everything I could have hoped for Dexter Fong: 4D: There's a hot tub segment, two in fact, in Fighting Clowns PickinUpThings: they were a perfect cure for the dull pain of everyday life EWeston: Fer sher, totally, what ever. 4d3fect: DF, yeah, thinking of the Royce Hall show, or trying to rather DJTween: gnarley PickinUpThings: they sang afghanistan, I remember that PickinUpThings: using only memory that has been severely abused in the past 4d3fect: PUT, I've already failed, unrerax 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 PickinUpThings: and will be in the future Principalpoop: nothing happens, should i try using the cursor instead? DJTween: heheh EWeston: I first saw them in the mid seventies in NewJean Ore, U of O campus. The Chinese Surplus Music Deal was a treat. DJTween: smart arse PickinUpThings: don't use the cursor you'll kill yourself!!! Beet: funny princpoop Principalpoop: i can sit on an ice cream cone and tell you what flavor it is DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html 4d3fect: pp, milk thru the nose, tyvm Beet: that's talent! PickinUpThings: even vanilla? Principalpoop: oh tween, stop that, now I feel bad EWeston: Only when hot pokers become boring? 4d3fect: no, fudge (inner 12 yr old) Principalpoop: hah PickinUpThings: russian bastards - great name for a band ||||||||| "10:09 PM? 10:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mark should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mark enters and sits on the couch.
DJTween designates PrincP Official FST Grammar Nazi Principalpoop: hehehe Elayne: I didn't pace myself well this evening, I'm going to need a lie-down. Next week, all! ||||||||| Elayne is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:09 PM. ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Sven_Archer - dead from The Plague ||||||||| ann - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: ciao bebe E George Stevens: Good night Ms. e PickinUpThings: if there is one! EWeston: Yah! 4d3fect: rediscovering FT via domm thanks to Gedwillow, lots of long trips to visit my son @ sfsu and the GER podcasts saved my bacon so thnks, dear friends DJTween: "They come, they go..." ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:10 PM, dragging Bungheap by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" EWeston: See you E DJTween: Hi Bungy Principalpoop: peroquat, i had forgotten that nonsense EWeston: Tastes like coke PickinUpThings: no comment on the script?? George Stevens: Chico esquela...another paraquat related death! PickinUpThings: *cough cough* what's *cough* paraquat? *cough cough* Principalpoop: which script? 4d3fect: WPOD! residualecho: Who was the Deejay on what, KLOS? Paraquat Kelly PickinUpThings: this is the funnest band on earth to see life 4d3fect: In SLO town this month I think Principalpoop: omg white punks on dope CS: there's "a man with a parakeet landing zone" in a piece I wrote recently. beats having a paraquat landing zone on your head DJTween: The Tubes? PickinUpThings: KMET all zep all the time paraquat kelly 4d3fect: PUT, another act I've seen @ Royce Hall CS: they were great on SCTV PickinUpThings: dunnest band ever am I right? EWeston: I saw a halloween show they did once. A total tubes experience. CS: i think they were also in that flick with proc/berg and shearer Principalpoop: a mighty important affair George Stevens: The Fishin' Musician, Cat! 4d3fect: dunnest? PickinUpThings: I saw the Tubes at Santa Cruz Boardwalk -- like an arcade on acid PickinUpThings: famn that eff key... 4d3fect: yup EWeston: Were two ladies wearing little but paint present? Principalpoop: try to explain that to the young kids today PickinUpThings: not on stage EWeston: They were part of the show I saw. PickinUpThings: white dopes on punk, we called ourselves PickinUpThings: no dancin ladies for the family show at the beach JaxMandrake: back before the reaper got me 4d3fect: The Mexican torch song on that first LP was fun Principalpoop: i am your host dexter fong, there he is Principalpoop: ludlow calvin Dexter Fong: Yep, there I was 4d3fect: Eat the rich? but I just had dessert! PickinUpThings: that is a good point DJTween: kewl, Dex :) EWeston: And charmingly so. ||||||||| 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/' PickinUpThings: roosevelt PickinUpThings: what's that hanging ... Principalpoop: white bread, for PF, wonder ful Beet: a Wonderbread high? Interesting Principalpoop: tuna cassarole PickinUpThings: and a PBR EWeston: Crush it to make wonder fruit Beet: phlegmish? PickinUpThings: what do you do to make a wonder bra? EWeston: only during the mating season Beet: It's seasonal? PickinUpThings: you can say bowels on this sit Principalpoop: pimento spread residualecho: I'm trying to think of a FST connection, but for Zappa fans, Howard Kaylan has an awesome memoir out called "Shell Shocked" which sees all, tells all, as if Donovan himself had appeared on my wall-mounted tv screen, speaking words of peace, love, and eternal cosmic wisdom. EWeston: Its like the tides acording to Bill O ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bungheap - dead from The Plague ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| beguiler - dead from measles ||||||||| anus buttwumper - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... George Stevens: Pink and black socks... Principalpoop: waiting for another wave, the last one got a far a colorado before it crashed and went back west Principalpoop: as PickinUpThings: as what? Beet: Beachboys? George Stevens: Charcoal grey suits... CS: i'm hoping my library gets that book, shell shocked Dexter Fong: Beet: Yep, Smiley Smile PickinUpThings: this is the second weirdest song I've ever heard residualecho: Fine Cal Schenkel cover. PickinUpThings: I miss the taste of newsprintr EWeston: Try the Bonzo Dog band Principalpoop: my newspaper is all in color now George Stevens: The intro and the outro PickinUpThings: I've always wondered what's good to eat EWeston: Just compressed so much it looks black and white George Stevens: Adolph Hitler in vibes...nice! Beet: tastes like chicken DJTween: Anyone know who the woman in this show is? Dexter Fong: Debbie Principalpoop: debbie EWeston: I've linked to You Done my Brain In a couple times DJTween: and she is.... ? Dexter Fong: Close poop, but points off for no capital Principalpoop: rats PickinUpThings: biting boogers - great name for a band Principalpoop: oops Rats DJTween: lol JaxMandrake: the history channel is currently showing "How Sex Changed the World" - is there a more appropriate programme when it gets to the ad break to say "Coming Up"? CS: in a box Dexter Fong: Tween: ....the woman on the currectly airing show Principalpoop: butthole surfers, oops, already taken Beet: she has a sexy voice PickinUpThings: sounds fancy to me too DJTween: Lady friend of Bergman's? Principalpoop: Deborah is her formal name EWeston: Now cut thet out! :) DJTween: She's really good :) Dexter Fong: Oh Don! Don!! Principalpoop: potner? CS: i was under the impression all ladies were friends with bergman EWeston: Mouth watering DJTween: Just wondering how she got involved PickinUpThings: junk food junkie JaxMandrake: larry groce DJTween: Fast on her feet with the FST-style quips Beet: Twinkies back on the shelves soon. Yum PickinUpThings: and the FST-style recipes Principalpoop: no no, a yoko ono effect might have happened, nono noy George Stevens: Night everybody. Keep em flying! ||||||||| 10:33 PM -- George Stevens left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). JaxMandrake: nighters george Principalpoop: ciao geroge CS: by george Beet: See ya, George PickinUpThings: if you wanna fly you gotta stick it out JaxMandrake: people zoom away too fast EWeston: Watch out for that copilot Beet: Get thee behind me Principalpoop: beans, the last of the beans EWeston: Uh oh the big red needle is pointing to E! JaxMandrake: I am doing what I can to keep the FSTyle alive - in my online videos, my books, and the other stuff I do DJTween: "This is the Pinto of our discontent" lol DJTween: kewl Jax JaxMandrake: did anybody check out my comedy vids? PickinUpThings: donde DJTween: Everybody tell your friends about the chat Principalpoop: you are in my booklist, have not visited yet PickinUpThings: will do dj DJTween: We get a lot of people coming in here regularly, the better the chance of the FST showing up :-) CS: what's the url, jax? Principalpoop: hi friend, i beat tween like a red-headed stepchild last night in chat, you see I.... PickinUpThings: shoot em a screen shot then shot them a screen shoot DJTween: lol P CS: it would be amazing to have proc here. of all the guys, he was here the least CS: only time he ever showed up, he was searching for ossman
DJTween actually has a little red in his hair Beet: This chat is like Firesign for many. An open but kept secret. JaxMandrake: CS: just look for my name (there is a space between my x and M) DJTween: One of the few Doors tunes I really like Principalpoop: what is the one about eating more chicken than a man has ever seen? ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mark - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Their cover of Back Door Man DJTween: not a favorite DJTween: This is almost Deep Purple-ish Principalpoop: it is ok, and la woman, roadhouse something CS: I eat more chicken any man ever seen. DJTween: L.A. Woman was a good album Principalpoop: yes it is tween Beet: Have a friend here who was friends with all the Doors guys JaxMandrake: by the way, I've found a new youtube addiction by the name of Smooth McGroove - he does a capella renditions of video game music DJTween: Roadhouse Blues (another cover) DJTween: kewl, Beet Principalpoop: i thought it was blues and then not sure CS: was he a window? Principalpoop: yes beet, wow PickinUpThings: eye on the road hand on the wheel? DJTween: Manzanara did some great things with a Farfisa and a Rhodes Bass Piano DJTween: yeah PUT, that's Roadhouse Blues DJTween: Debbie's really good DJTween: Surprised they didn't use her on an album Principalpoop: calm yourself tween hehe EWeston: Nest of interesting spiders, one order please DJTween: heheh PickinUpThings: but that's fully cooked Beet: Me like Debbie DJTween: No MSG, please EWeston: Not in our nylon bunnies, this year anyway ||||||||| Catherwood enters with houseafire close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. DJTween: creamed cornage? DJTween: You're a little late, houseafire PickinUpThings: no she had the mercury DJTween: The show starts at 9pm EST :/ EWeston: With Cadet Nippon 64 houseafire: damn Principalpoop: deborah westomark or something like that CS: The Nipponese Cadet is 64? That's a long time to stay a cadet. DJTween: usually around 9-11 EST PickinUpThings: did she say victoria westermark? JaxMandrake: she did Beet: This was a really good show. Thanks, Tween Dexter Fong: Yes PUT PickinUpThings: i thought so 4d3fect: forward into the past. DJTween: The chat of course goes to whenever... PickinUpThings: I thought so too Dexter Fong: Good thinking DJTween: yw, folks :) ||||||||| Around 10:48 PM, 4d3fect walks off into the sunset... EWeston: All the sediment should have settled by now. Principalpoop: thanks yes, mouse boy hehe Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny Merlyn: thanks tween ||||||||| houseafire leaves to catch the 10:48 PM train to Elmertown. DJTween: lol P PickinUpThings: PickinUpThings waves grandly and smiles that million dollar smile Principalpoop: that should be a good inside joke for years now hehe DJTween: doubtless JaxMandrake: methinks tis nearly time for me to ride into the artificial sunset EWeston: Stay PUT now. Principalpoop: whew, get a shower pickinupthings EWeston: Two words breah mint. CS: thanks for the show, tween Principalpoop: keep it real tween, cool, ciao JaxMandrake: so long until last time again! residualecho: Where'd everybody go?
DJTween reels in P EWeston: Yow See you all laters. Principalpoop: the 3rd reel JaxMandrake: don't pee on the third reel DJTween: of the 4th estate ||||||||| At 10:51 PM, EWeston dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." CS: by weston JaxMandrake: nighters dear friends Principalpoop: how are things in canada new york and wherever? roanoke finally has spring Dexter Fong: Night JM DJTween: Until last time, again... CS: slowly warming up here Dexter Fong: Spring is peeping a bit here Poop JaxMandrake: good bless you and god night ||||||||| "10:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| At 10:53 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Beet: Night Jax. I'm going too. See you next week. Principalpoop: cool, not many azelias around here, I miss them in the spring Dexter Fong: Night Bet Principalpoop: ciao beet Dexter Fong: BEET Principalpoop: jax, seeyah Dexter Fong: See yuz next week, yah hear? Dexter Fong: Night Cat and thanks Merlyn CS: ok firefolks. off we fly Principalpoop: is that it, ok, the bus, y'all come back now, y;hear ||||||||| CS departs at 10:55 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:55 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Principalpoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door residualecho: I'd be inflating them, if I still wore them. Nytall. Merlyn: nite cat, I'm going too ||||||||| Around 10:59 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:09 PM, then departs. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| residualecho - dead from jaundice ||||||||| PickinUpThings - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| WaterstallFieldShow - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Top of the morning to Principal Poop. I believe you preceded me on Firesign Vinyl. May I ask just how are your counter subversive educational priorities? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Quite frankly, Frank, I would like to re-enlist! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And hello to all Firesign fans out there! Flotsam and I were just rapping about in the convent largely because he is getting tired of sharing a tent with me! ||||||||| "11:19 PM? 11:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "L. Bill Rubbered should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as L. Bill Rubbered enters and sits on the couch. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where is everyone tonight? Are you sitting in the waiting room or waiting in the shi... er, sitting room? L. Bill Rubbered: Greetings, fiends, roam-ins, and cutting tree-men! L. Bill Rubbered: I'm being de-briefed by my cat, the chair-arm general. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): L. Bill Rubbered! Is it really you? I read your book, "Diatonics." At this point, I am not prepared to join your cult, but that may change once I get my latest penny dreadful in the press. L. Bill Rubbered: A shout out to Seevots Winsakle, and his good buddy Fritz. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I extend my good wishes to Seevots Whimsical and his fiend, Spritz. L. Bill Rubbered: It may as well be space aliens; I mean, dogma is dogma. I learned this from my ancestors many moons ago, from the dog-star. L. Bill Rubbered: You may well soon wish to join the cult of Diatonics; everyone needs some protection. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Space aliens may explain a lot. They certainly have a lot of explaining to do! They just highjacked Flotsam! L. Bill Rubbered: What of his buddy, Jet-Sam? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, the cult of Diatonics has no sharps, flats, or ficta. L. Bill Rubbered: It started forty billion years ago. The space aliens created this reality. It's a "mock-up," do you Gno what I mean? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): His buddy, Jet-Sam, is currently under contract with DC comics. That is all I know at this puncture. L. Bill Rubbered: Man's soul wasn't redeemed; it was a sting. I coulda sworn it was real, until I saw them folding it up. ||||||||| uhCLEM steps in at 11:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): 40 billion cycles of the sun is a long time, now! According to my old gastrophysics professor the universe (as we know it, Hugh) is 14 to 18 billion years old plus or minus one afternoon. L. Bill Rubbered: The Diatonics course shows you how to overcome gravity, and become a "floater" in the eye of the almighty. Great steaming clouds of glory, I can float! Yess, dear friends, I'm floating! Ohh, the humanity! L. Bill Rubbered: That's 40 billion summers! Have we got enough Bear Whiz? ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:36 PM, dragging Sir_Sidney_Fudd by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" L. Bill Rubbered: The clown is mine. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, L. Bill, I too am quite high all right. Sigmund, Alfred, Carl, Otto, Karen, and Timothy and I all have a great time together. Time is nothing to us. It's all bliss! L. Bill Rubbered: I'll take my blood sausage and fish in the James Joyce room, with a Guiness. ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Grout - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): James Joyce! So, you read dirty books, now do you? L. Bill Rubbered: Beat the Reaper, huh? I'm not scared of death, just as long as I can breathe. L. Bill Rubbered: You must be referring to the toilet scene. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): What is it? Bear Whiz or Guiness? I sense a contradistinction! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Toilet scene? You must be a Freudian! I knew it! L. Bill Rubbered: Actually, I'm high on the real thing: gasoline and a clean windshield. Sir_Sidney_Fudd: what about a shoosh hein? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I seen your lineage now! EL Mouth! And you thought I was a fuel! L. Bill Rubbered: I was a Freudian, in my Jungian daze. L. Bill Rubbered: That's what a hein does if you shake it up: shoosh! Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Patience, you fuel! Romeo wasn't bilked in a day. L. Bill Rubbered: Neither was Alberqurque. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Grammatical slip.... I meant "I see your lineage now!" You can get thrown out of Eton for such a breach. L. Bill Rubbered: What's My Lineeage? Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Once more into the breach. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Romeo wasn't built in a day, the pizza parlors alone took a few weeks! L. Bill Rubbered: Ommmm...Ommmm...range..... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, I'll be quirky. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And Jungian daze! What is the meaning of this! How can you speak of the great Carl Jung like this, jung mann? L. Bill Rubbered: Everything You Know about Jung is Wrong. Especially "Archetypes and the UFO Phenomenon Explained." Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I think that the powder just ran out. My nose! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): In his defense, Jung (as far as I know) never rode in a UFO. He was just trying to provide rational explanation for something even he couldn't understand. I, on the other foot, have actually ridden in such a craft. L. Bill Rubbered: E, Sony, m. Toun art suj re-dwop. Eh, t-tah! TKN I ht I. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You shan't fool me: I shall translate! L. Bill Rubbered: The UFO is a self-archetype. That's how alienated we have become. ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lamar - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| uhCLEM - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, here is my Urim and Thummin! Too late! Next week -- which is already in progress! Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Good riddens. ||||||||| "11:57 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| "11:58 PM? 11:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| At 11:58 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... L. Bill Rubbered: The First Deformed Church of Science Fiction... ||||||||| 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.. L. Bill Rubbered: I need to practice my Theremin; I haven't touched it in weeks. L. Bill Rubbered: The Fried Food and Drug Administration... Sir_Sidney_Fudd: If only they would actually administer some ... Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Stones, did you say that Uma Thurman was here? Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Sorry gentlemen, I must attend to poor Spunky. L. Bill Rubbered: Horse and eggs? Chicken and waffles? L. Bill Rubbered: It started out with Elvis soundtracks...now it's hard-core Ethel Merman. L. Bill Rubbered: And there's that poster in your bedroom...you know, the one of Bobby Sherman... L. Bill Rubbered: Rhymes with Thurman: Merman, Sherman. L. Bill Rubbered: This Town Without Pity... L. Bill Rubbered: I'm like a rubber ball, baby, that's all that I am to you... L. Bill Rubbered: He's no fun, he fell right over, after a courageous year-long battle with Fibromyalgia, of which he kept a detailed diary. L. Bill Rubbered: Umma mow mow pappa U-mow mow. L. Bill Rubbered: You'll wonder where the yellow went, when you brush your teeth with Pepsodent. Or Ipana. L. Bill Rubbered: I shall return! Fare thee well... ||||||||| Catherwood says "12:22 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs L. Bill Rubbered by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Ah Greg', just granted probation at 1:02 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from jaundice ||||||||| 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
anus buttwumper
Beet
Captain Equinox
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
George Stevens
Grout
HEMLOCK STONES
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
houseafire
JaxMandrake
L. Bill Rubbered
Malcolm X John Lennon
Merlyn
PickinUpThings
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sir_Sidney_Fudd
Sven_Archer
tomwilly
wake
WaterstallFieldShow
zero ohms
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