||||||||| 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 May 02, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| catherwood tiptoes in around 4:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 4:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| catherwood - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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 DJTween disembarks at 8:28 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:28 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| 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 tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'JaxMandrake', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:41 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... DJTween: Hi Jax JaxMandrake: evenin' tween JaxMandrake: I'm hoping I can stick around but there's a lightning storm in the area DJTween: High winds down here in Texas too ||||||||| Catherwood leads cypo inside, makes a note of the time (8:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. JaxMandrake: just checked the rfo site - good to know 'the manglement' got it back up DJTween: Hi cypo ||||||||| 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)' cypo: good evening JaxMandrake: evenin' cypo DJTween: How does the feed sound? cypo: how are things,.. JaxMandrake: I hear the beatles - that would be a good thing? cypo: sounds good,.. DJTween: Windy and getting cold down here in Austin DJTween: Yes, Beatles playing cypo: snowing in Kansas City JaxMandrake: when I did my radio show a couple of years ago, I tended to open with Frank Zappa's Zoot Allures ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Jules in through the front door at 8:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. cypo: only the 3rd time in 106 years,... DJTween: We're making record lows tonight and tomorrow here. Will be in the high 30's tomorrow night, which is ridiculous for Austin in May DJTween: How are things in your neck of the woods? DJTween: Snowing in KC, eh? Yeah, not good for May JaxMandrake: we had cold and snow up until about a week and a half ago - Mother Nature's April Fool's joke lasted all bloody month DJTween: Hi Jules ||||||||| At 8:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Jules!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... cypo: no it's not, yesterday I was wearing shorts and cutting the lawn DJTween: Yeah, winter isn't giving up easily this year, is it? cypo: apparently not,... LOL JaxMandrake: I can't hear Because without imagining Alice Cooper on vocals DJTween: Yeah, went from mid 80's yesterday to mid-50's today cypo: and so tonight is TV or not TV,... oh this will be enjoyable,... DJTween: Never heard Cooper's version ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Beet ||||||||| 8:50 PM: SolomonK jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" JaxMandrake: it was in the sgt pepper's movie JaxMandrake: evenin beet and solomon Beet: Howdy everyone DJTween: Guess I missed that SolomonK: Hi! Beet: You only have to give me your invitation JaxMandrake: I don't want no consolation and I ain't got no reservation, I only got one destination and that's your dirty love... oops, wrong song ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and EWeston bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. JaxMandrake: evenin eweston DJTween: Hi EW SolomonK: Hello, EWeston! ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:56 PM, dragging TheGrizzler by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" ||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM crosstown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Evening all Happy to be here. JaxMandrake: evenin grizzler and dexter EWeston: And there's dexter ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly. TheGrizzler: Howdy y'all! Dexter Fong: Howdy Friendws JaxMandrake: evenin merlyn SolomonK: Hello, TheGrizzler! Merlyn: can't violate probation, so no street races for me tonight SolomonK: Hello, Dexter Fong! Dexter Fong: Hi SK Dexter Fong: Hey tweeny JaxMandrake: I have to share this sampling of the crazy that I tend to carry on... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Harpo', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly. JaxMandrake: I rented a game called Defiance for PS3 last week EWeston: What kind of touring car do you like to steal for street racin. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Melanie Haber inside, makes a note of the time (8:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. JaxMandrake: and you have to put in a name - I was gonna use Jax but someone else already had it JaxMandrake: so in honour of another comedian I love, I named my character Kittens McTavish EWeston: Melanie hello to all your names. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 02, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with CS close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. SolomonK: Yay! JaxMandrake: brought to you tonight by America's largest, Gaylight Savings JaxMandrake: evenin cease DJTween: lol Dexter Fong: Hey Cat ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Clem, just back from Billville." CS: HI all EWeston: Yow Cease SolomonK: Hello! ||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits at the bar. JaxMandrake: evenin poop Dexter Fong: Hey Poop Ah Clem: Well, close "B" close mode on Deputy Dan... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Beet: Hey, Poop Principalpoop: howdy pardners EWeston: Evening Pooper CS: Theoretically Tween is playing the Ossman interview I sent him this week shoes for the dead: evevin CS: Hi poop Beet: There's an echo in here JaxMandrake: is this Frank Zappa? cypo: pass the popcorn please..... Ah Clem: Pass the Blue Moss please... Merlyn: good stuff cat DJTween: This The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphophricy with "Television, The Drug Of The Nation" JaxMandrake: pass the indian please Principalpoop: careful, fong puts a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket shoes for the dead: it's Gil Scott Heron Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn EWeston: no, but there's an -cho out there. shoes for the dead: me thinks Dexter Fong: No worries Poop, I plugged the hole Principalpoop: hehe Ah Clem: What's this melted strofoam doing on my chicken?!? >*AH CHOOO!*< Principalpoop: is that extra butter or what? Dexter Fong: Close ||||||||| dvshp enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. EWeston: I told him you can't use a pinapple for that, but would he listen. JaxMandrake: sneezer's napkin-stickin chickin, this week only serving a bucket o duck Ah Clem: They're filled with Vitamin "C". Principalpoop: the revolution was not televised JaxMandrake: there's a waitress on a skateboard comin at you with a bucket o duck Ah Clem: Pineapples, that is... EWeston: Is there fire in her eyes? JaxMandrake: don't let your date get bored, just floor that ford and truck down to sneezer's finger-flickin napkin-stickin chickin inn EWeston: Vera dangerous vegatable pinapples. Ah Clem: Just pull up to the slightly melted Cluckminster Buller Solar-Powered Chicken Dome! Principalpoop: i will not sit here and let pineapples be insulted Dexter Fong: I'll trade you 2 potato mashers for a pineapple Merlyn: sit over there EWeston: Then you can stand in the corner while I have my ebil thrills ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and Anus_Buttwhumper sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. JaxMandrake: now I'm going to repeat that again for those of you on drugs Dexter Fong: Hi AB EWeston: AB's back Principalpoop: i think anus will support me in this cypo: stand him on his head,.... JaxMandrake: suspenders will support you EWeston: No longer needs the truss then? Ah Clem: BTW: sneezer's is finger-flickin SHIT-KICKIN' napkin-stickin chicken! ( you forgot!) Principalpoop: depends DJTween: Hey clem :) EWeston: Animal or vegie? Ah Clem: You may ask The President a question now... JaxMandrake: look in your daddy's wallet, take out all the pictures of the dead presidents you can find and send them to me Dexter Fong: Do you want the white ballons too? Ah Clem: "Squeeze the wheeze, Kid!" JaxMandrake: I've got plenty of those (and all in pristine condition too... waaaah) ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - TV OR NOT TV - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u - can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html' Beet: Soupy Sales reference? shoes for the dead: i don't trust self control either JaxMandrake: the decline and fall of the roaming umpire CS: this evolved from a mushroom play called Tile it LIke it Is, JaxMandrake: Flatus Prolongus CS: in the same sense that both 2 Places and Dwarf evolved from the Mushroom play, the TV set Principalpoop: something makes sense here? JaxMandrake: I heard a lot of the dwarf material in episodes of the radio hour hour JaxMandrake: particularly the episode KWKWT-TV ||||||||| Catherwood escorts mahi in through the front door at 9:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. CS: yes,thats the same play Jax. just different name EWeston: Oh kids today JaxMandrake: durr pepper Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or not TV at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Stan in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hi stan Principalpoop: Burnes Pyschotic Plastic JaxMandrake: evenin stan ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and uh Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. JaxMandrake: and everyone else I've missed properly greeting DJTween: Hello yet another Clem Principalpoop: a clone Rufus_T_Firetween: They're everywhere JaxMandrake: clem clone, back to the shadows again! EWeston: Someday my Anti-Uh -Clem will come Principalpoop: and everyone I inappropriately groped JaxMandrake: or inagropriately propped? EWeston: Magic fingers? uh Clem: I'm really a Barney CS: there used to be a chatter named ah clem who did what tween is doing now, DJing Firesign material during chat Dexter Fong: He was married to a deer JaxMandrake: the once-honourable bosco hern Ah Clem: Already it's SUMMER. The evening air is FULL of trail bikes, Chigger bites & mosqueetoes! EWeston: And what a set of headlights that deer had. Principalpoop: there once was a girl from cape cod uh Clem: I had an antler who was married to a Buck' CS: the firesign used to play characters in The Tick Dexter Fong: Married him for the dough, did she? JaxMandrake: I know phil proctor's done a ton of voice acting TheGrizzler: 100,000 tins of lizard meat is now the phrase that pays CS: several tons, jax Principalpoop: stalagi JaxMandrake: I think he was m.o.d.o.k. in at least two recent marvel comics x-men games Ah Clem: I love to hear the Firesign boys work with Billy West! EWeston: Neareastern antlers I hope. Principalpoop: was that of the bost brahmin antlers? DJTween: anybody seen the movie Amazon women On The Moon? Proc was in one of the skits, called Silly Pateé Ah Clem: Antelope Freeway 3 miles... Dexter Fong: What else is gnu? Principalpoop: cannibals and animals eat each other in ring number 4 DJTween: Hey Dex EWeston: Upper crutch brahimin antlers I think. Dexter Fong: Hi Tween JaxMandrake: cat: I only ever watched two eps of the tick but I have the first season on DVD - which characters should I be listening for? CS: Proc has been in a lot of skirts, er, skits Dexter Fong: Both Cat CS: i didnt watch the tick regularly but i did see an episode of the cartoon where phil austin appeared as himself, i think the other lads too, forget EWeston: It had an aztec story line Principalpoop: myan? JaxMandrake: my favourite ep was the common cold with Thrakkorzog CS: I think it was in a Planet Proctor, Proc talked about how easy it was to get laid during the Cuban Missile Crisis Dexter Fong: Inka? Principalpoop: dinka doo ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mahi - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| dvshp - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Harpo - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Inka ka Dink a Doo possibly JaxMandrake: or was that fouryaksandadog? sapsuckafrog? susan? Dexter Fong: A small reap to start the night ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Wunderpants steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Anus_Buttwhumper rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Anus_Buttwhumper?! It's 9:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: i was wrong, anus was no help, the butthole Dexter Fong: I wonder if he surfs? JaxMandrake: how many times was the communist love song recorded? CS: quite a few, jax. EWeston: I claims to hang six I know. DJTween: Cease, do you know? Principalpoop: the massive empty streets alone CS: I think only Freditor knows all that data JaxMandrake: it's one of my favourite moments from the martian space party DJTween: we need to get him in here :) shoes for the dead: it's been since this came out that iv'e heard this one Dexter Fong: Tween: He seems to only show up if you say something negative about him =)) Principalpoop: i figured out why the right hates obama Principalpoop: since his election we have lived in an obamanation loool Dexter Fong: Do tell us Poop shoes for the dead: why pp? ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Scout', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:28 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Principalpoop: that is it, that is all, geesh DJTween: Hey P Dexter Fong: Welcome Scout, you stand here beside the great white stallion, SIlver Scout: Hi y'all CS: a really good scout, I hope JaxMandrake: thanks anyway Principalpoop: yes scout, let us move along please Dexter Fong: A *girl* scout, I hope Principalpoop: here is our picture back EWeston: And the sacred cowboy Gabby. Dexter Fong: ...mounted again on Dale ||||||||| Outside, the 9:30 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving meatsock coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. TheGrizzler: It constantly amazes me how prescient FT was about net culture. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:31 PM uptown bus from Valley Stream pulls away, leaving DadSir2U coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: are the Firesign Funnies vids around? TheGrizzler: Or are we all just NPCs in a FT RPG? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with tuna close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. EWeston: The Martian Space Party, Everything You is Wrong are videos, there's few more. DJTween: Hi tuna Principalpoop: prescient sounds puerile Ah Clem: The lonesome Beet. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:32 PM, dragging Elayne by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Elayne: Evenin' all! JaxMandrake: evenin e Principalpoop: hey E Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne CS: hi el JaxMandrake: is that a survival yoyo? Elayne: Hoorah, season's over and I'm free at last! At least for the next three days. Beet: You rand? Melanie Haber: Hi! EWeston: Just in time for the Pills Brothers, hi Elane JaxMandrake: rand paul? noooooooooooooooooooooooo! DJTween: Hey E Beet: I meant to type "you rang?" Sorry Elayne: Alas, it was bittersweet, the company had a number of layoffs yesterday, another "recalibration" thing. Principalpoop: you may have seen this already E http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k01DIVDJlY Elayne: This is the second time they've done it since I got there, they didn't have any layoffs the entire 45+ years before I got there. I feel like I'm cursed. JaxMandrake: it's about ecology. about ecology. ecology, as you may know, means echo mean echo Dexter Fong: E: So everyone works pvertime so they can lay off people? DJTween: Damn, E :( Principalpoop: if the summer changes to winter, yours is no disgrace E Beet: There's an echo in here Dexter Fong: YES Merlyn: hey E meatsock: that duck video pleases me JaxMandrake: so if five is two, two is one, and one is nothing, doesn't that make five nothing? Principalpoop: with a name like meatsock, i guess so Dexter Fong: lol poop, though I'm not sure why Principalpoop: 18 inch corkscrew penis,oh my shoes for the dead: yes Jax, like my paycheck meatsock: that means a lot coming from the principal of excrement Dexter Fong: Meat: What gos in *must* come out JaxMandrake: cat... do you know if the FST were influenced by Jonathan Winters in any way? Principalpoop: the father of filth EWeston: And the words,"This not a real Test." Principalpoop: yes, they mentioned him Dexter Fong: and the mother of all defecations Beet: Youth in Asia or Euthanasia? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Bobcrain into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:38 PM, then departs. JaxMandrake: former euths in asia CS: didn't proc mention something about that when winters died? planet proctor should be consulted shoes for the dead: nasi goring means fried rice in Indonesian!! Principalpoop: hogan, wotsop EWeston: Don't let those euths near you shins! JaxMandrake: greg proops spoke about jonathan for several minutes in one of his most recent vodkasts Beet: Indonesia for the Indonesians CS: that's why the name works as a joke, shoes ||||||||| 9:39 PM: cocktails in lapland jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Scout - dead from the common cold ||||||||| uh Clem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: J Winters was at one of FTs tour stops in... 2003? shoes for the dead: i lived there once CS: i knew his son, jay winters. he starred in some of my plays in the ealry 60s ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uh...Clem in through the front door at 9:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, just finished watching it. Definitely Silly Site material. Elayne: Hang on, I'll be blogging for a moment. :) Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or not TV at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv Principalpoop: yeah, i did it again, wow cypo: well,.. I SO enjoy these Thursday evenings,... but I have tickets for the IronMan3 in about 15 minutes Principalpoop: my ObamaNation joke flopped hehe ||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving pNose II coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Elayne: Okay, back. cypo: and SO,.. so long for now,... or how ever long it takes,... Dexter Fong: Night cypo JaxMandrake: the longer the better Principalpoop: iron man rusts, it is so ssad cocktails in lapland: obaminable showman? JaxMandrake: nighters cypo Beet: The longer the better Beet: Beet me to it EWeston: If comedy was easy Ted Nugent could do it. JaxMandrake: comedy is easy - I can do it cocktails in lapland: sleep tight / wake up hungover Principalpoop: ok, make me laugh jax, now Elayne: Just caught up on the log. Yes Dex, the folks did plenty of overtime during season, and 77 of them now have, well, no more overtime, that's for sure. Only about a dozen in our office, as far as I know, the 77 was company-wide. EWeston: Must be who you hang with. Principalpoop: hurry up, i gotta walk the dog, make me guffaw JaxMandrake: okay, poop: watch this http://youtu.be/QpVFNDGnqCg Dexter Fong: Shirley, we must all hang out together EWeston: Use your entrenching tool! cocktails in lapland: make the bed CS: poop, are you quoting an episode of Louie? CS: what am i, a carpenter? EWeston: Shirly U Jest, and surely my cover is now blown. cocktails in lapland: if you were you'd have a hammer cocktails in lapland: where's Lord Buckley when we kneed him? EWeston: On the massage table. cocktails in lapland: don't call me Shirley, I'll call you JaxMandrake: hipsters, flipsters and finger*snap snap*poppin' daddies Dexter Fong: Visiting the Nazz ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:47 PM and late as usual, it's Catherwood, just back from Elmertown." cocktails in lapland: the Nazz r blue DJTween: Cease, ready for the call? Dexter Fong: Catherwood just announced hinslef ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and asks "Someone mention my name?" CS: yep Merlyn: that will cause some confusion, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Merlyn Dexter Fong: You did you great pillock Merlyn: He must be in two places at once EWeston: Call me a stupid belgium hat waffle cocktails in lapland: great pillock, mass? cocktails in lapland: great bullock, IA Principalpoop: catherwood has achieved selfhood ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Principalpoop and says "oh, fuck off Principalpoop!" Merlyn: sandra pillock? EWeston: Dwarf Butte SD Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give EWeston a stupid belgium hat waffle ||||||||| Catherwood gets eweston a stupid belgium hat waffle. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with dzondzon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. cocktails in lapland: athol, massachusetts JaxMandrake: gesundheit Principalpoop: and ok, you got some guffawas from me jax, i want walk the dog at peace EWeston: Heavy on the thirty wt! Merlyn: are we living in the future yet? Principalpoop: morning dawns at marblehead Merlyn: we can hear you JaxMandrake: and I'm not anywhere at all! cocktails in lapland: give me liberty or give me head ||||||||| "9:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims dzondzon, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes. Merlyn: a babbling bergman brooks nonsense cocktails in lapland: zeus tamed 'em at suez JaxMandrake: women's labiation! cocktails in lapland: standing ovulation ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - live interview with Cat Ishikawa - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' JaxMandrake: I hope those magic mushroom shows will be released someday ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Melanie Haber - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| TheGrizzler - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| cypo - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Wunderpants - dead from jaundice ||||||||| meatsock - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Bobcrain - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts He WHo Is in through the front door at 9:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Elayne: Uh-oh, another mass culling. That just leaves us! Dexter Fong: IRC CHat cocktails in lapland: the whole US Merlyn: cat is killin' 'em EWeston: And someone with identity issues. JaxMandrake: curiosity killed the cat but for a while I was a suspect - s. wright Beet: Standing here like an idiot talking to myself cocktails in lapland: i'll issue identity papers at the border ||||||||| 9:56 PM: meatsock jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" cocktails in lapland: nitol ||||||||| cocktails in lapland rushes off, saying "9:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" JaxMandrake: my sister got to see the firesign theatre somewhere in los angeles - she would have gotten a couple of squeeky pickles had they been selling them EWeston: nitey cocktails dream, or TV series Merlyn: I saw the same tour when FT was in Chicago Principalpoop: back, what is that voice? Merlyn: the squeeky clown noses sold out very early in the tour ||||||||| Rubber Shoes enters at 9:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Merlyn: I know that Philip K Dick van Dyke show ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and chunky waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. JaxMandrake: philip k dick van dyke show - sounds like a portmantictacteau EWeston: Produced,"My mother in-law, The Alien Invader." Merlyn: The Philip K. Dick van Dyke show is available here: http://archive.org/details/AnotherFlaskOfWeird-LittleCityInSpace Rufus_T_Firetween: Cat Iskikawa's Radio Theater site - http://www.seemreal.com/ Elayne: Oh dear, way too many years in my ears! ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ge||ge', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi gellge JaxMandrake: I gotta do the dog walk thing too - be back in a feud EWeston: Hi ge Beet: Hey, Gellge Elayne: Evenin' gellge! ge||ge: BRB: gotta go fire up the simulated radio for the interview Elayne: AH, technical stimulation. Elayne: Remember gellge, you're in mixed company, keep it clean. Merlyn: The Philip K. Dick van Skype show? Principalpoop: i did not get to ask a question, I was robbed CS: i read about that show in Falafal. ||||||||| 10:07 PM: Melanie Haber jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Principalpoop: oh melanie Elayne: Evenin' Melanie! Thanks for doubling the XX chromosomes tonight! DJTween: What year is this again, cease? Dexter Fong: E: Are you sure? DJTween: and the name of the show? CS: this show is from 73 CS: Hour 25 Melanie Haber: Hi y'all I had some internet connection problems, but I'm back. DJTween: filling in the track info EWeston: Kewl Elayne: Never, Dex. But I like to pretend. Elayne: You know, in Mexican that's Dos Equis Chromosomes, played by a 75 year oid Brooklyn Jew. Dexter Fong: I understand...unfortunately Elayne: "I don't always go on Firesign chat, but when I do, it's as myself." Dexter Fong: lol E DJTween: So the radio show itself was Hour 25, OK ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rubber Shoes - dead from jaundice ||||||||| meatsock - dead from the common cold ||||||||| tuna - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Uh...Clem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Catherwood - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: yes ge||ge: Am back for a little while. I have news! Principalpoop: stay thirsty for firesign EWeston: I've found my own mixed company confusing enough. Dexter Fong: What's gnu? DJTween: yes?? Elayne: Wow, look at gellge's grape! Merlyn: the news drought has ended ge||ge: My Bear Manor Media arrived today: Dr. Firesign's Follies Dexter Fong: They found the lost chromosome? EWeston: send profusely illustrated illustrations Elayne: "The Lost Chromosome of Dos Equis." I smell screenplay! ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:11 PM, dragging Ah Greg by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ge||ge: As usual I cannot read, type, & listen at the same time. Elayne: Oh no, my mistake, that was the litter box again.
Dexter Fong sings "Pacifico Beer, it is a friend of mine EWeston: Nothing like a yo yo more, or less upright enough. ge||ge: I choose to go listen. B B Later? Elayne: I prefer if you just have a Whiz in the fridge... no wait, that was the litter box again. Elayne: Bye Gellge! Dexter Fong: Later ge||ege Merlyn: circus circuits? I saw them in vegas Principalpoop: macluin come to rest? EWeston: Chow...arf. Dexter Fong: This aint an interview, it's a fucking monologue CS: no, this is an article in the ucla paper Principalpoop: solioquay CS: a review of Time Dexter Fong: Takes up too much space Principalpoop: encountering infinity CS: I think this is the most insightful thing ever written about any firesign project Dexter Fong: [cut to Ossman snoring] EWeston: Big Bang, man or myth? Rufus_T_Firetween: kill the birds, Manny Dexter Fong: Who you calling a dummy? Principalpoop: the mire of its own limitations, so says mark lefferton EWeston: Anything you can say I can say louder. Dexter Fong: Not if I turn my amp up to 11 ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - 1973 Interview with David Ossman - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u' EWeston: Oh sure move the goal posts CS: the abusement park Dexter Fong: Zeno's Gridiron DJTween: Next Week - Roller Maidens From Outer Space Dexter Fong: C'mon Jesus Principalpoop: the tale of the giant rat of sumatra DJTween: Any of you folks who want to talk on Skype during the show, please send me your Skype name and I'll add it to my contact list EWeston: So it was you hiding in the rat's eye! Dexter Fong: Yes it was me. a mote JaxMandrake: bacque EWeston: Next door to A Beam? JaxMandrake: tween, I would but I don't have skype (and rather dislike phones in general) Elayne: Well, I'm going to get my weekend of rest started. Toodles, all! Dexter Fong: Ir an I Beam ||||||||| At 10:22 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Night Elayne EWeston: See you Elayne CS: by el ||||||||| MikeyBoi sneaks in around 10:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: I am I sayd Principalpoop: oops night E DJTween: Quite a cast on HTF Melanie Haber: Night Elayne, good luck with everything ||||||||| Catherwood leads J House-a-fire into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:23 PM, then departs. MikeyBoi: Hello from 0 degrees latitude CS: a dooneberry ref MikeyBoi: Hellooooo EWeston: Have they changed the water? CS: hello zero JaxMandrake: evenin mikey DJTween: Actually, we give people a lot of latitude here ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from The Plague ||||||||| pNose II - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Stan - dead from the yaws ||||||||| He WHo Is - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| chunky - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... JaxMandrake: I live in 45 degrees laxative MikeyBoi: Ecuador to be spazific DJTween: Glad you could join us, Mikey :) Principalpoop: Ecuador, isn't that Gandalfs brother? CS: ecuador for the ecuadorians! MikeyBoi: Why are you falling apart? EWeston: Hope things are well down there. JaxMandrake: that seams to be the case Merlyn: mikey, you really in ecuador? Merlyn: oh, yes Merlyn: Nino agrees MikeyBoi: Bolivars for the simians EWeston: Goon show refferrence cool. Principalpoop: near urogay MikeyBoi: O degrees by 78 something Principalpoop: 78, urogray JaxMandrake: 0 laxative and 78 rpm? MikeyBoi: I can see the Equator fro my house EWeston: Naughty fros. MikeyBoi: North of Peru and south of all the coley bits Dexter Fong: And don't even mention the to's MikeyBoi: Coley bits JaxMandrake: the whats? DJTween: Early Dolby, yuk MikeyBoi: Cokey bits, Colombia EWeston: Ampere Watte! Where was seceted the scared OMWATTAMP. Dexter Fong: Cat: This is a wonderfully interesting and important interview...thanks so much CS: it really explains why their albums are as good as they are. they took this much time and interest to make the sounds perfect MikeyBoi: The home of Atahualpa's revenge Principalpoop: it is super cool, yes thanks cat and tween DJTween: yes indeed, cease EWeston: uh huh Merlyn: yup Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes, and it's often so subtle you don't even notice it unless you focus upon it DJTween: _not_ your average comedy recordings, by a long shot JaxMandrake: phil austin made mention of how they were able to do it so well: "plenty of time in Columbia Records studios due to a series of mistakes on their part" Dexter Fong: lol Jax MikeyBoi: Hokey moley it'safoley EWeston: happy mistakes Dexter Fong: Poor tweeny JaxMandrake: a blow up government man in an overblown government job Dexter Fong: Jax, if you knew tweeny's politics, you'd undertand how ironic that name is MikeyBoi: Eggs Akley DJTween: a very complex production DJTween: heheh Dex MikeyBoi: In a production complex Dexter Fong: Tween: =)) CS: this is why the proctors told me to do radio theatre. they want to increase the size of the genre DJTween: cool CS: alas, there has been little since ossman's prediction here in 73 DJTween: Well, really resurrecting the genre after TV had taken over Dexter Fong: I'm tring to increase the size of my genre JaxMandrake: I have attempted my part via youtube CS: yes youtube is replacing a lot of audio Beet: It would seem that at some point this sort of thing would explode on the net
DJTween me keeps getting spam mail asking me if I'd like to increase the size of my genre MikeyBoi: I Googled on my Facebook Dexter Fong: Do they promise you more energy too? DJTween: That must have been messy DJTween: and more sugar MikeyBoi: Moistntoelette? EWeston: I get offers to make big money dancing naked on my lap top. Only 100hrs a week JaxMandrake: I've been shot out of canon Dexter Fong: No thanks I'll just use the mens room Beet: Canon or Conan Doyle? DJTween: lol EW MikeyBoi: Moist towelette? CS: Canon Doyle DJTween: Conan O'Doyle? EWeston: Often mistaken for Aruther Cohen's doily JaxMandrake: multiple identity - M.I. the waster ||||||||| gaseousclay tiptoes in around 10:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| SolomonK - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: EW: Are you referring to the anti=antimaccasiter? CS: that is one firesign film i havent seen. the other is 12 dreams. MikeyBoi: I had an anti maccasiter on my sideboard EWeston: No it hurts my mouth to say that. So it must be something else Dexter Fong: I installed an anit-antimacassiter on my Mustang to increase downforce JaxMandrake: dexter: spoiler alert! Dexter Fong: Spoil away EWeston: Extra dark matter attactors in this model? MikeyBoi: Off the draft JaxMandrake: /me installs a spoiler on the mustang Principalpoop: cheering for yul brenner Beet: It boggles the mind that some wealthy cool guy didn't float some of these Firesign projects JaxMandrake: I wasn't around at the time and it'll be a little more time before I have the money honey Dexter Fong: Beet: There ain't a lot of wealthy *cool* guys...most *cool* guys aren't that interested in wealth MikeyBoi: Wealthy cool guys don't understand what they are standing under. Beet: Understood Principalpoop: they walked out, it went past them, lordy Dexter Fong: Beet: Especially back in those days...before Apple and Microsoft etc JaxMandrake: it walked past them as they went out Dexter Fong: It walked by then and they turned not Dexter Fong: them Principalpoop: casting pearls before swine Dexter Fong: neither did they pirhoette MikeyBoi: In one ear and out the other rear. JaxMandrake: cast the beard from your own eyes EWeston: Straight groove fans Dexter Fong: And don not the mustache of ambiguity MikeyBoi: Fanning the flames of groove Dexter Fong: Flaming groovies Principalpoop: explaining a time loop to a moron lol EWeston: But watch out for the fur tounged enema of surprise. Dexter Fong: ol EW, I always forget about that Principalpoop: it justs stops, what is up with that? duh? CS: My review of the new Guaraldi bio will be called The Man Behind the Mustache Dexter Fong: lol JaxMandrake: I invented Furburger Helper - the definition of the happy meal EWeston: That's why its a surprise Principalpoop: why does he say ouch when he turns into the building? Dexter Fong: Hey, that's my title for a biography of Hitler CS: Guaraldi's mustache was more pronounced DJTween: LOL Jax JaxMandrake: I never know how to pronounce a mustache Dexter Fong: Cat: How did he pronounce it? Dexter Fong: Was his pronounciation strained in some fashion EWeston: Groucho's mustach pernouced better Principalpoop: a nice accent to his face Dexter Fong: Ampersanded on and off JaxMandrake: I use ampersandpaper Dexter Fong: How gritty? Principalpoop: use at your own asterix JaxMandrake: nitty Dexter Fong: Very witty JaxMandrake: what a pity Dexter Fong: Neither a quity nor a ... Principalpoop: pitty pitty po po banana nana no no iggy diggy do do, potato Dexter Fong: CHUCK!! EWeston: Danger to exposed skin to, for the use of smoothing baby butts? DJTween: part deux... JaxMandrake: part duh EWeston: For use of blah people ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| gaseousclay - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... JaxMandrake: hah... "call first or I'm likely to be here" Beet: great line CS: yeah hodel was great Beet: Are we a cult? CS: willl dead bergman become famous? Principalpoop: if you have to ask, yes EWeston: We're not hostages Dexter Fong: Beet: We *are* cultured JaxMandrake: cult from a different cloth Beet: Good CS: i'm extrapolating from ossman' JaxMandrake: we are sausages with eyes CS: s conversation 40 years ago, poop Dexter Fong: We're all gonna go paint houses in the valley Principalpoop: huh? Beet: lol Jax CS: which is now alive and well on line CS: tom's newsletter later became Elayne's Falafal ge||ge: I had no idea it was "available" back then. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTween: Yeah, how come Tom G never shows up here? CS: how many newsletters were there over the years? 5 or 6? CS: dont know, tween. you might ask him Dexter Fong: He's in a nursing home CS: phil fountain has been here DJTween: is that true, Dex? ||||||||| Melanie Haber rushes off, saying "11:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" CS: i met him at the Brouhaha last year Dexter Fong: Yeah< I saw him on tv the other day selling reverse mortgages DJTween: lol DJTween: ok JaxMandrake: tweeny, do you happen to have "in the firezone"? CS: there is an awful lot of plugging on this Dexter Fong: It's downright plug ugly CS: i wonder if any of these pluggers were at all successful in the past 40 years Beet: All these call ins have their own projects to promote. Is this typical L.A.? Dexter Fong: If you have to ask, you need an agent DJTween: JaxMandrake: tweeny, do you happen to have "in the firezone"? < I don't think so DJTween: Where's it from? Beet: double lol Dex Principalpoop: i guess this is not a good time to present the radio sci-fi comedy drama play I am writing JaxMandrake: it's an album from (I think) 1999 of a live performance in Seattle CS: that is a cd doc technical, merl and my DAT machine recorded at the seattle show in 99 Dexter Fong: Poop: Undiscovered talents Beet: send me the script nut call first Beet: nut for but DJTween: nope, don't have it Dexter Fong: We're out of script nuts JaxMandrake: I have a copy of it that was my sister's Dexter Fong: Jax: Seems like your sister was way hip CS: i have only one disc left, my friend's car cd player ate it when we were driving down to the bergman memorial show Dexter Fong: I hate when that happens Rufus_T_Firetween: In The Firezone - In the Firezone: Firesign LIVE 1999 - http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458 Dexter Fong: Rufus to the Rescue Principalpoop: should have fed it a meatloaf cd CS: i'll have to get another copy from doc DJTween: Jax, it's not listed at Firesign Media DJTween: weird JaxMandrake: she also got a copy of Phil Austin's Nick Danger Daily Feed Tapes with Phil's autograph DJTween: kewl CS: the people on this show are 2 couples, and their guests are another couple JaxMandrake: which I am holding in safekeeping - it has never been unwrapped Dexter Fong: Jax: Does your sister have a brother? JaxMandrake: dex: yes. me. Beet: The two guys are a couple? Dexter Fong: Quell surprise! DJTween: lol Merlyn: time to go, cya next wick JaxMandrake: nighters merlyn Principalpoop: night M DJTween: bye Merl Dexter Fong: Night and muschas gracieas Merlyn CS: by merl EWeston: By merl ||||||||| At 11:09 PM, Merlyn hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Principalpoop: i cannot tell one voice from another JaxMandrake: my parents had one of each standard child and decided that was enough ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MikeyBoi - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: 'bye Dexter Fong: Poop: THAT"S BECAUSE THEY"RE ALL IN YOUR HEAD Beet: another promo JaxMandrake: I sadly have to stop listening and consider this concept called sleep Principalpoop: another undiscovered talent here Dexter Fong: Really! =)) Beet: I need an agent Principalpoop: rock a bye baby Dexter Fong: HERE TRY THIS ORANGE JaxMandrake: last time I rocked a bye baby I almost got arrested Dexter Fong: sorry EWeston: May the lessor Hu Hu, who lives in a tree bless you all real good, and adeu Dexter Fong: Okay then EW Principalpoop: what is it called, a rifno, riffy, something like that ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" CS: by e DJTween: anything special we can do for Roller Maidens next week, cease? JaxMandrake: I'll be back next week to do this all over again Principalpoop: forward, into the future DJTween: Might you have an Austin interview on that? Dexter Fong: It's all new all the time JM Beet: See ya Jax DJTween: until next time, Jax JaxMandrake: and I'll be sure to talk to my sponsors at Waste Management Supermarkets and Secondhand Foods to see if I can't get some good coupons to share CS: i'll go through what i have but i dont think so, tween DJTween: lol JaxMandrake: nighters dear friends! Dexter Fong: And talk to your sister too CS: sounds like my experience meeting Hope Dexter Fong: Night JM Beet: Hope needed writers CS: by jax Principalpoop: the idea of the future, keep em flying Principalpoop: the tale of the naga Dexter Fong: This reawakens my slumering distatste for call in shows Beet: another script wow Principalpoop: below oxnard CS: thats one reason i didnt listen to the original rfo, dex CS: way too much of this Dexter Fong: Cat: Uhuh Dexter Fong: Me too ||||||||| "11:17 PM? 11:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "SolomonK should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as SolomonK enters and sits at the bar. Principalpoop: no more mo CS: all the Mo's are extinct DJTween: Hi solomon Dexter Fong: mo is less Principalpoop: i ain't got no jack Dexter Fong: So who's getting th baby solomon Dexter Fong: the baby(comma) solomon Principalpoop: pokomon and solomon, sitting in a tree DJTween: solomon, do you swim upstream? SolomonK: I actually joined this chat to find out whether "TV Or Not TV" is available in non-vinyl form. Dexter Fong: One is you and the other is me CS:http://www.ojhasmagazine.com/may-2013/cat-11/ DJTween: because I have to warn you I have good filters CS: My daughter Monique's friends in Vancouver called her Mo SolomonK: I mean, without ripping it from tonight's feed, which I would not do. Dexter Fong: SK: We don't wish to know your motives, just glad to have you here Principalpoop: somebody can answer that, sorry for pouncing on you DJTween: Solomon - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html CS: There's a story about her by one of said friends in the above link DJTween: CD form CS: A monthly e-mag I contribute to SolomonK: Glad to be here. Glad you didn't clear the screen! Dexter Fong: We sreened you and you're clear DJTween: We only clear the screen when the dead flies get too think Dexter Fong: and we're glad CS: they're talkikng about something that has been with us for a long time, comedy networks Dexter Fong: I think therefore I'm a dead fly DJTween: *too thick Dexter Fong: Who're you calling thick? SolomonK: Can I pay for the download with my ChargerCard? Dexter Fong: Charge ahead SK DJTween: or Bitcoins SolomonK: Pretty good, Dexter! Dexter Fong: Cat: Is this a 25hour interview? CS: 90 min Dexter Fong: David desperately trying to get outta there DJTween: lol Dex DJTween: an Oss-a-Thon Dexter Fong: Fersure DJTween: 14 minutes left Dexter Fong: Coutdown to relief ||||||||| 11:24 PM: superwillers jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... superwillers: lulz DJTween: Hi super Beet: Poor Dave Dexter Fong: Hi supe superwillers: well this is pretty awesome right here DJTween: whazzup, supe? Dexter Fong: Awww...some of us are superwillers: i'll just wait here in the sitting room... Dexter Fong: We can hear/see what you are typing/thinking Beet: I would be fascinated to hear the genesis of the album titles CS: firesign theatre: being awesome since 1966, or so DJTween: Have to ask that of Proc, Beet, when he shows up Dexter Fong: Beet: Almost none of their titles come from the Bible superwillers: is there a way to read back more than 10 lines? Principalpoop: or where the album titles came from... Principalpoop: the cheese log ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Joe From Chicago', just granted probation at 11:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly. CS: go to Log, super Dexter Fong: Click on the red *Log* ||||||||| 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 regnad kcin gets out at 11:27 PM. CS: from the beginning Dexter Fong: and so it shall ever bee Beet: before the beginning DJTween:http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html < click on the LOG at the bottom Principalpoop: hey joe, whatta ya know? DJTween: oops DJTween: wrong paste Dexter Fong: Reg, etal ruoY DJTween: but you got your answer superwillers: ohhhh now i get it, thanks, sorry for the dumb question regnad kcin: May I see your passport please? Dexter Fong: No dumb questions, only uninformed ... ||||||||| anus buttwumper tiptoes in around 11:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." CS: no, you may not DJTween: Not a dumb question. Lots of features to the chat Dexter Fong: wb ab anus buttwumper: I thought you were Nancy, sorry DJTween: Click on the '?' for help, obviously Joe From Chicago: Just came out of the sewer to say hi. superwillers: i love chat rooms, teehee DJTween: Hi Joe DJTween: Hope you can join us at 9pm EST next time Dexter Fong: Joe: How do I know it's you? anus buttwumper: Hey Joe how the swindle CS: yes, i knew that Beet: How do I know it's me? superwillers: none of you are you, this is just a dream sequence Dexter Fong: It's okay, I can vouch for you, Bozo anus buttwumper: there's a pair of womens shoes Beet: Whose movie is this anyway? DJTween: Mine! superwillers: yes Dexter Fong: Mime!! anus buttwumper: it's nobodys chatroom now Beet: Mine! Dexter Fong: It's anybodys guess superwillers: DON'T STEP ON IT! Beet: Hand me the pliers Dexter Fong: Why? superwillers: are you trying to get us all killed?? ||||||||| 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' Dexter Fong: No, just some of us anus buttwumper: mostly them and not many of us Dexter Fong: You betcha...Immigrants superwillers: calculated risk, i see Beet: Invited to build cars Dexter Fong: Not calculated, just dumb luck superwillers: i thought you said it was uninformed luck ||||||||| "11:36 PM? 11:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph Spoilsport should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph Spoilsport enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| 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/' ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Dexter Fong: Hiyah Ralph, where can I get a good deal on a pre-owned new car anus buttwumper: Hey guys, how 'bout bending a couple of MaDoDah rolls ||||||||| "Hey Joe From Chicago!" ... Joe From Chicago turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Dexter Fong: Madonna Rolls? Ralph Spoilsport: if you catch my meaning! Dexter Fong: I get your drift CS: hi capt anus buttwumper: Mah Do Dah Dexter Fong: And I like the cut of your giblets Beet: world's largest new-used and used-new dealershtp Ralph Spoilsport: Here in the city of Emphysema Principalpoop: that was super cool interview anus buttwumper: Hey Vie, is that a new dress? superwillers: whoops! gotta go, you can have my portion of giblets Dexter Fong: Cut it out Tweeny Beet: That was an interesting interview CS: i hope elayne phones in ge||ge: Yes. Thank you CS. Dexter Fong: I'll be late next week you guys Principalpoop: thank you CS: your welcome, gege Beet: Tweeny, I'm an expatriot Texan myself Principalpoop: the late dexter fong, how sad DJTween: So what got you to West Virginia, Beet? Ralph Spoilsport: I'm a current Dallasite Principalpoop: what kills you fong? Beet: A long and winding road Principalpoop: take him home, country road Ralph Spoilsport: Hopefully Dr. Fork will arrive in time with the anectdote DJTween: there are a bunch of those in Texas ;) Dexter Fong: Poop: *You* kill me poop, oohoo, you kill me Principalpoop: loool Principalpoop: sorry about that Ralph Spoilsport: A wise guide to be ruled by Dexter Fong: Thanks again Cat for the material Beet: Thanks again, Tween. G'nite evrybody DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, it was fun :) Dexter Fong: Night Beet DJTween: Until last time, again... Principalpoop: i just wanted a taste of your heart, not eat the whole thing CS: if i have it, everyone else should too ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween rushes off, saying "11:42 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: is that the bus? ok, have a super week all, ciaooo ||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:42 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..." Dexter Fong: I don't have a whiz in the fridge so I gotta go make one...see y'all ||||||||| At 11:42 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Ralph Spoilsport: Well, I guess it's back to the shadows again for me SolomonK: Good night! I look forward to returning! CS: hope to hear someone else on tween's skype next week, or whenever CS: off we flit ||||||||| CS runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's CS?! It's 11:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ge||ge: I have this whole book of Austin's to read through. Nite! ||||||||| ge||ge hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ge||ge?! It's 11:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Around 11:51 PM, Ralph Spoilsport walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| anus buttwumper - dead from the yaws ||||||||| DJTween - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws ||||||||| superwillers - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:58 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs J House-a-fire by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| SolomonK - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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 DeadCat gets out at 12:19 AM. DeadCat: Dear...where's the dead cat??? DeadCat: Wow...what a lively chat room! I'll have another! ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| DeadCat - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood leads L. Bill Rubbered in through the front door at 12:52 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, L. Bill Rubbered exits at 12:52 AM. ||||||||| 12:53 AM: L. Bill Rubbered jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" L. Bill Rubbered : Cha-TROOM! Wow, that was a big one! L. Bill Rubbered : How much is that gorilla in the window? L. Bill Rubbered : THROW 'IM A NANNER NANNER NANNER NANNER.... L. Bill Rubbered : I'll climb up to the top of this Freudian symbol to escape... L. Bill Rubbered : There he is! Aim low, boys! L. Bill Rubbered : FOO DOO DOO DOOP!! FOO DOO DOO!! L. Bill Rubbered : Those must be the FOODOOP FIGHTERS... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. L. Bill Rubbered : Featuring former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohrilla. L. Bill Rubbered : ZZZZZZZZZZZZ.....top.......ZZZZZZZZZZ...top...... L. Bill Rubbered : Sounds like he's got sleep ape-nia. L. Bill Rubbered : THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS THIRTEEN HUNDRED HOURS. L. Bill Rubbered : I asked a chicken who to vote for, and it said "Baraack!" ||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered leaves to catch the 1:05 AM train to Texas. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... : Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...oh, wha? Huh? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Captain Equinox in through the front door at 1:34 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Captain Equinox: I just caught myself leaving the room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:10 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): My apoplexies for my tardiness tonight! It was a stroke of luck that made it this far for tonight! I should wish the Firesign Theatre and all of their many fans and fiends a most pleasant May as we enter into the End Times. ||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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:
anus buttwumper
Beet
Captain Equinox
cocktails in lapland
CS
cypo
DeadCat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
ge||ge
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
JaxMandrake
Joe From Chicago
L. Bill Rubbered
meatsock
Melanie Haber
Merlyn
MikeyBoi
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
Scout
shoes for the dead
SolomonK
superwillers
TheGrizzler Ah Clem uh Clem
