Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
05/30/2013

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||||||||| 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 30, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 :fire: disembarks at 9:03 AM.
||||||||| It's 9:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| :fire: - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 8:31 PM: DJTween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| 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 stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:31 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Dexter Fong sashays in at 8:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:47 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
DJTween: Yo Muddy
Dexter Fong: Hi Mudhead
Mudhead: dear friends!
||||||||| 8:48 PM: Nancy Farber jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: Ms. Farber
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
Nancy Farber: Hello boys!
Dexter Fong: Hi Nancy
DJTween: playing Next World this evening
Dexter Fong: Then we're on our own
DJTween: on Police Street, no less
||||||||| Catherwood enters with George Stevens close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
George Stevens: Evening all!
Dexter Fong: Slippin' into a three-fingere mickey
DJTween: Hi George
Dexter Fong: Howdy GS
George Stevens: Gonna have to get the mayor to clean that up later.
George Stevens: Hiya Tween! Hiya Dex!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: hey all
Mudhead: if the mayor can get down that flag pole
DJTween: Good evening, Your Wizardry
||||||||| shoes for the dead sashays in at 8:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hiya shoes
shoes for the dead: this thing is heavy
||||||||| Kachina enters at 8:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Kachina: Um... hooray for Captain Spalding!
Dexter Fong: Three cheers for Sgt. York
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hip Hip Hooray!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 30, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Po close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Mudhead: hey catherwood, roll a couple bombers and leave them over by the nightstand
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Mudhead
George Stevens: No problem, Mudhead. Good ol' Mickey...gave the Mayor's extra straws just like usual. Good ol'
DJTween: and Hail Freedonia!
Kachina: Why, he's no fun...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
||||||||| Hideo enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nancy Farber: He fell right over
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Loring into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
Rufus_T_Firetween: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/img/album_itnw_200.jpg
Mudhead: it's the bees and spiders again...sting
Loring: My name is Loring, I'm recovering, and I owe a lot of people a lot of money for a lot of airports.
Principalpoop: ¡ןןɐ puɐ ƃuoɟ oןןǝɥ
Mudhead: they stole my foodstamps and sold them to the rats!
George Stevens: Poop's speaking Chinese.
Principalpoop: huh, how did that happen?
DJTween: yipes!
||||||||| CS waltzes in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: well done poop
Nancy Farber: My goodness, that broke the president!
Principalpoop: upside down and backwards
DJTween: He fell into the hole
Principalpoop: how is everybody doing? summer here, hot
Dexter Fong: Same here
Mudhead: now they've jammed the police lock
George Stevens: Nah, he fell into a whole lot of side...
Nancy Farber: 90 degrees here
Kachina: So there I was, chinging... did you know pooh sticks? Hard to remove.
CS: Anyone have any idea for programming for the new Firesign radio station?
shoes for the dead: Hah! saw a vid of J.A. on the roof of a motel in 68
Principalpoop: same here nancy, hot for may
Mudhead: Everyone's gone down to the hole to get it!
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
DJTween: all Monty Python, all the time
Merlyn: hi cat
CS: cold and wet in vancouver
CS: did you get my email about Fools in Space, merl?
CS: i'm putting together a collage about Power, Firesign refs to it
shoes for the dead: hows about more absurd ads, Cat
CS: any suggestions would be welcomed
George Stevens: CS: how about old radio shows like Bergen and McCarthy, or Boston Blackie?
Principalpoop: they need a schedule, same firesign channel, same firesign time each week for events
Principalpoop: give them a light, and they will follow it anywhere
CS: you mean a whole show of ads?
Mudhead: police street
||||||||| Catherwood ushers mistabumpy into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
shoes for the dead: no, but put some in
CS: yeah this is perfect, there's a lot of cop humour in particularly early firesign
Principalpoop: whatever, something to look forward to each week, before dvrs and youtubes
CS: i'm gonna get even with the police, i'm gonna turn in my badge
CS: the cop riff on tv or not
shoes for the dead: and burn my unoform!!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatseze.html'
CS: this would segue into the fbi Hoove stuff
CS: Ossman talks about his uncle being persecuted by the FBI as a reason for the Hoove as targert for Firesign satire
Principalpoop: how do you pronounce that?
Principalpoop: seagoo
shoes for the dead: with a th
mistabumpy: satire, as Sat Tire....
||||||||| mistabumpy, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Chapel.
||||||||| mistabumpy has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:09 PM.
DJTween: oops, wrong link to purchase album
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatinne.html'
mistabumpy: dont get it..
Mudhead: Fong's loaded on dope and he's killing people
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Gargi into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:10 PM, then departs.
mistabumpy: little negro school girls...
Principalpoop: reefer madness
Rufus_T_Firetween: Next World at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-rv
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Lil in through the front door at 9:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
CS: one of my least favourite
Principalpoop: ivory soap, it floats
Rufus_T_Firetween: understandable, cease :/
mistabumpy: there's a whole dead cat in every bar...
CS: She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Nancy
shoes for the dead: never connected with this album
Nancy Farber: That's right!
mistabumpy: It's one of my favs, altho many disagree,...
Mudhead: hot for Peggy!
Kachina: So, when does this meeting come to odor?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bambi inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: you ain't got no friends in the right
mistabumpy: laterz.....
Principalpoop: hi bambi
||||||||| At 9:12 PM, mistabumpy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Lil: Thanks CW, hi everybody
CS: hi bambi
George Stevens: Great album artwork by Stout.
DJTween: Hey Bambi :)
||||||||| Kachina walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Todsa', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
CS: they've had a lot of good art over the years
Bambi: Howdy
Principalpoop: jimlet? what is that?
George Stevens: CS: agreed. Some of the best around.
shoes for the dead: it's a little Jim
Principalpoop: how are you and whats his name? ahhhh, clem
Mudhead: the antidote
Dexter Fong: poop: he's referring to a *gimlet* (gin, lime juce sode)
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:14 PM, dragging ferret by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Bambi: Hope all are well
||||||||| Kachina climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:14 PM
CS: you heard about the new firesign radio station, bambi?
Lil: Hello John-Boy
Mudhead: motor fluid gimlet
DJTween: lol
CS: Austin was here last week asking for programming ideas.
Principalpoop: smells like a dead cat in here, hehe
CS: i'm not dead, and i smell like shampoo
George Stevens: Dex: gimlet is also a small tool used to bore holes. Basis for term "gimlet eye" - sharp eyed.
Mudhead: the clocks
ferret: hello bozos.....how are you?
Principalpoop: cindy candy and who?
Gargi: I smell a rat.
Principalpoop: sandy and wendy, ok
Dexter Fong: brandy
CS: i thought gimlit was a character in lord of the rings
Nancy Farber: I think we're all bozos here
Lil: Gad it's stuffy in here
George Stevens: No, that was leg-o-lam!
Principalpoop: is that awl stevens?
Loring: Carl clocked out.
Lil: Catherwood can you get me some fresh air please
||||||||| Catherwood gets Lil some fresh air.
George Stevens: Yes poop, i has bored myself...
ferret: wow, haven't heard this in a long time, have the rest, but cant find this one.
Mudhead: go home
Mudhead: meat and liquior ticket!
Lil: Thanks CW here's your tip
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:18 PM, dragging Cary by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Lil: The cut playing now is on the hits double CD
Principalpoop: lie back and enjoy
Mudhead: implications many all terrible...
shoes for the dead: Cat, i liked the Beat theme last week, mebbe that would work
Loring: Pwetty attwactive meat packages.
CS: somehow firesign and hits do not easily mix
Principalpoop: alphabetical is popular
CS: thanks shoes, but i think i can only use stuff done by the firesign theatre
Mudhead: we're climbing out of hell on your phone calls
Lil: Are you poopular at parties?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:20 PM and Beet steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: go home
Principalpoop: party pooper, thats me
CS: yes the beat theme wouold work well. austin talks about his expereiences with the greatful dead at some length on a recent radio interview
Loring: Theme for the last five years - This depression treats everyone with equal violence! Fair and square.
Beet: Good evening
CS: that would segue well with neal as he was their driver and appears at their egypt show in neal amid
||||||||| Outside, the 9:21 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving TheGrizzler coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: just let go
Bambi: back again on tablet
CS: depression, good idea loring
Principalpoop: segue again, we don't need no steenking segues
Gargi: It's nice out isn't it?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 9:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Lil: I have this album on vinyl
CS: i'm looking for ideas for hour long sets of firesign material.
Principalpoop: yes, lets leave it out
Bambi: the phone didn't want to do both chat and listening
Principalpoop: E has the same pb bambi
George Stevens: How about mutt and smut hour, CS?
Mudhead: i'll face anything...i want to win anything...
Lil: How about some of the radio shows
CS: show ideas thus far are Power, What is all this Animal imagery, Let's Eat, Around the World with the Firesign Theatre
CS: the station will be mostly firesign shows from the Duke of Madness Motors DVD set
Principalpoop: genres, do it by genres, whatever those are
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:24 PM and Porgy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: yuo think there 60 minutes worth?
EWeston: Billy Jack Dogfood for everyone, I'm flush
Bambi: having trouble w/audio t
Principalpoop: yum
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Todsa - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hideo - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Po - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
George Stevens: Candles, poop. Don' forget to tell them about the candles.
CS: there must be 2 hours of just ads
ferret: brilliant! @cs
Porgy: Hey, that's my sister!
Principalpoop: in the pope room for our roman catholic friends, on sale today
Mudhead: the dogs?
Mudhead: Kim Kool
Porgy: Everything!!
shoes for the dead: do i get to keep the gun?
Bambi: seems to be staying on for now
Lil: Mudhead you seem to be drooling from perseveration
Mudhead: eat flaming death fascist media pigs
EWeston: Pre terrorism times, would FOX cover it?
Principalpoop: as bill hicks said, if you work in marketing, kill yourself
Porgy: Where's my Mickey?! Two straws, please!
Principalpoop: plenty of straws, wow
George Stevens: I think there might be close to 60 minutes of mutt and smut CS, if you were asking me that.
Porgy: Good ol' Mickey!
Mudhead: gee, Porg
EWeston: It's escaped from your wrist again?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Kharmachanic', just granted probation at 9:29 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Porgy: It's Kabloona Hour!
Principalpoop: idealism, then paranoia then what comes next?
Mudhead: we lost our big kabloona
Lil: I like Mutt and Smut
Bambi: Catherwood please pour everyone drinks of their choice and salsa and chips
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone drinks of their choice and salsa and chips.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I can't say as how I'd like to hear FSTs albums and radio shows all chopped up and excerpted. So much of what they did depended upon building on what came before
Lil: They sell cool stuff
Porgy: Who am us, anyway?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's sector R, just back from Hellmouth."
EWeston: A new underarm deoderant
Lil: What about the Y2K album?
Bambi: thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "It was a pleasure to serve you..."
ferret: tyvm Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear ferret
Principalpoop: give bambi a big toasted coconut something or other catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives bambi a big toasted coconut something or other.
Bambi :-)
CS: yeah all the albums willbe played
||||||||| Mike152 sneaks in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Lil: Catherwood are you getting randy?
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Lil and asks "Did you need me?"
Porgy: LA Radio
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Smut inside, makes a note of the time (9:31 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: I like that motto, all the albums will be played
CS: i'm looking for kind of filters to view the material with, and there's tons of material
Lil: Yes I can knead you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Lil
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mike151 into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:31 PM, then departs.
Porgy: Too dangerous!
CS: i have a bunch of interviews and other obscurities to draw from
sector R: Any tea Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood ignores sector R
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Space Captain close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: caddis up from the grapefruit leaves...
Bambi: thanks princep and Catherwood ... sounds yummy
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bambi and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
Lil: The more obscurer the better for me
EWeston: All truss wrappers will be persecuted
shoes for the dead: some rev. Bernstormer sermons would be good, Cat
Space Captain: positive waves, all
Lil: Like those
Mudhead: marlon brando or some crazy indian
sector R: but Catherwood is actually JOHNNY
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to sector R and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Bambi: yes I am sure your ears are burning C a t h e r w o o d
CS: yes religion as theme, good idea shoes
Lil: Oh hey, how about character themed hours then?
Principalpoop: use cable channels as guide, sports, history, food, travel hehe
ferret: billy, don't be a hero!
sector R: no just trying to remember
Mudhead: porko sui dot
Mudhead: got your foot in my bowl, Billy
Principalpoop: i am not billy jacking you either
sector R: Something about a grape leaf
sector R: no just a grape
Rufus_T_Firetween: Next World at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-rv
CS: good idea, lil. such as tirebiter?
Mudhead: tine bibber
Space Captain: George!
||||||||| 9:35 PM: rob jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Principalpoop: tirebiter was blacklisted? oh yes that is right
CS: there is a lot of tirebiter. ossman has some plays starring him that are really good
EWeston: Photosyntheticlly disposed
Mudhead: archie bloke
Porgy: So glad they brought Georgie back for this album!
||||||||| Hawkmoth enters at 9:36 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
CS: wnho else is enough for an hour?
Mudhead: slashed
Space Captain: Diggin it, CS.
EWeston: Is he adlibbing?
George Stevens: How about politics? The Presidents Hour?
sector R: You have some nerve I'll look like you in ten years
shoes for the dead: cat will this be streaming or Real Radio?
Loring: A herd in the band is worth boo in the tush, an argument for marijuana suppositories.
CS: i think there are countries that merit a firesign hour. mexico, england and japan at least
EWeston: That pour dress
CS: you'll have to ask austin.
Bambi: pick up, our cues before they get scorched
Bambi: yes I am sure your ears are burning C a t h e r w o o d
CS: i dont know how the station will go out
Bambi :-)
Mudhead: petro golden major
sector R: are those my cues
CS: other ideas for shows: poetry, and it's not just ossman. live shows
Principalpoop: innuendo, super name for a brand of suppositories
Gargi: you should pick them up faster
Porgy: Klong! Follow procedure!
shoes for the dead: can ya use the Fools in Space goodies?
Space Captain: Who's Peggy?
sector R: aalrightcha
CS: oh yes. that'll be in regular play on the station
Dexter Fong: Space: Peggy is Random Koolzip's wife
sector R: those are all cather...johnny... HIS lines
Principalpoop: then who is elliot?
shoes for the dead: HEHEHE Art of the Insane
CS: i spoke with ossman last week. the station sounds close to happening
Lil: You'll have to look for the items on sale in the back
Porgy: Uh, dear...where's the dead cat?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cary - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Space Captain: Ahh yes. Tanx Dexter.
Mudhead: goat dance
CS: i'm not dead. i just don't move very much
EWeston: In the soap
Lil: I know the feeling CS
Porgy: Um...there's soap in the soap dish...
Mudhead: here's your gun skipper
EWeston: Um, its in the soap
Space Captain: Mudhead! Nails it.
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
CS: i must go. see y'all next week
Porgy: Eat fascist death, flaming media pigs!
Space Captain: See ya CS.
||||||||| CS is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:42 PM.
DJTween: later, cease
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Principalpoop: ciao cat
George Stevens: Night CS.
Porgy: Quiet, pwease!
Mudhead: tirebitter is gonna be the first to go
EWeston: By CS luck on the radio thing
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:42 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Loring by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Space Captain: American Excess Card
||||||||| 9:43 PM -- Smut left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Space Captain: hahaha
Mudhead: pj proby
ferret: Mr. Knucklehoney....... :)
DJTween: Bear Whizz Beer Belts LOL
Porgy: It's in the water; that's why it's yellow!
ferret: it's the water, that's what makes it yellow
||||||||| Kachina says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Kachina exits at 9:44 PM.
Mudhead: I think it's the cop that shoots into the store
Space Captain: It's not how yellow you make it. It's how you make it yellow.
ferret: sorry, lag @ porgy
EWeston: I throw out all the red and blue photons
ferret: it's not what the waters in, it's whats in the water.
Space Captain: Precisely.
Mudhead: mount boron
Principalpoop: anus buttwhumper
George Stevens: Always fun uber dubbing over Alice. Bonn sewer everyone!
Dexter Fong: I must admit that I've never quite figured out what they were going for n this segment
||||||||| George Stevens leaves to catch the 9:47 PM train to Hellmouth.
Mudhead: anus shot in the store
Principalpoop: ciao george
Mudhead: sugar
EWeston: Uh oh the TV's broke
Gargi: what?
Dexter Fong: They still got a radio
Porgy: More sugar!
Mudhead: sugar
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
Principalpoop: making a statement of the mindless and violent and new age current culture, maybe fong
Mudhead: come on in sugar
Porgy: This was really far-out stuff back in the day.
ferret: lol, golden showers retirement village
Dexter Fong: Poop: They done it before and better imho
Mudhead: here to the end of the album is the greatest
Principalpoop: got to get close to the edge to really discuss the edge
Mudhead: caddis
ferret: nobody seems to have either the balls, or talent to do this stuff anymore
Dexter Fong: Reebus's theory?
Mudhead: Nick caddis
Beet: Experts at bringing a dreamworld landscape into the waking.
Dexter Fong: Me too
||||||||| 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 Jughead disembarks at 9:52 PM.
EWeston: Most of their recorded work needed all of them writing together. Who could, or would do it today ?
Dexter Fong: Perplexing question EW
Porgy: Who is this narrator?
Mudhead: too much life and death over in Hollywood
Principalpoop: tweeny porgy
EWeston: The reporter, I think
DJTween: Moi, Porgy?
Dexter Fong: Porgy, Our genial host, Tweeny
Space Captain: Great to hear Bergman. Miss him and his show.
ferret: seems to me that the actual absurd has replaced the theatre of the same.
DJTween: DJTween, aka Kurt in Austin
Principalpoop: steady ferret
Porgy: Ah...yes.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bambi - dead from measles
||||||||| Lil - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| sector R - dead from measles
||||||||| Mike152 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Mike151 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: you mean to say that reality has jumped the shark? when did that happen?
DJTween: Just a chat fan who picked up some internet radio station stuff to do a show for Radio Free Dishnuts, and said to himself why not FST?
ferret: lol, poop
Space Captain: What duz sharks have to do with it?
Principalpoop: reality is pure shark jumping, at the core
EWeston: A large part of it comes from a political movement that found reality confusing, and probably in error.
Space Captain: Hmm.
ferret: I guess it all depends on whose reality.
Space Captain: Nice nick, Beet.
Rufus_T_Firetween: free Radio Free Oz podcasts avilable at - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
EWeston: They have claimed theu made their own reality.
ferret: yes, as we all do.
Space Captain: You are my reality.
Principalpoop: contexuality baby
Space Captain: Right on.
ferret: conceptual continuity
EWeston: Yes but we don't lead a country based on our perferred reality
Principalpoop: i mean dig it or be with it
||||||||| "9:58 PM? 9:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny
Bunnyboy: Lo dere
Rufus_T_Firetween: free Firesign Theatre podcasts available at - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - as well as through iTunes
Porgy: OK...time to check out. Adios, Firesigners!
Space Captain: I kindiggit. She kindiggit.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Beet: Live it or live with it.
Dexter Fong: Later Porge
Rufus_T_Firetween: free OZ podcasts at iTunes as well
ferret: ty all, good listen.
Rufus_T_Firetween: which is where I got this ;)
Principalpoop: adidas porgy
Space Captain: Bye Porgy.
Mudhead: gee Porg
Gargi: don't forget your lunch
EWeston: Bye Porge
Principalpoop: ciao ferret
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: Crickets on the Shibboleth trail.
Bunnyboy: Where izzit?
Principalpoop: ribbit ribbit
Space Captain: There's goes some.
Space Captain: I'm not making sense.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Anton Globner inside, makes a note of the time (10:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Those maybe those blue hamsters
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Radio Free Oz 7/22/10 “Torture as Therapy” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u'
Principalpoop: anton, have you, i mean, where?
Space Captain: Yes and their incessant zizzing,
EWeston: In disgise
Principalpoop: rats, or gerbils
EWeston: I thought that were deem dicotimous fishies
Space Captain: And clamosaurs and oysterettes.
Principalpoop: i stopped listening, sorry, too hot for headphones
Bunnyboy: Wayne LaPierre is an utter tool.
Space Captain: Hot stuff.
Mudhead: criminal elite
Principalpoop: he has a money-making gig, this is america...you go girl lapierre
EWeston: His replacement sees a higher bar to make, A civil war rerun if it doesn't hurt the gun companies
Gargi: ... vast puddles of poop...whew...
Space Captain: Bang bang. Shoot shoot. Wait, he's a girl??!!
Space Captain: I'm so confused.
EWeston: Worse possibly French
Bunnyboy: Or (gasp!) Canadian!
Principalpoop: let the losers try again, we will win because we have a bigger tent
Bunnyboy: Cat weren't here for that.
Dexter Fong: or, (Mon Dieu) French-Canadian
EWeston: Watch out for flying hocky pucks. They don't believe the limits of anal probing have been found.
Space Captain: Sacrebleu cheese!
||||||||| rveep enters at 10:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
EWeston: Socer Blue!
Principalpoop: midsummers night dream was in canada?
Dexter Fong: Everybody rattle your papers
EWeston: Are We Hostages??!!
Dexter Fong: with eys
Space Captain: Where are my hidden cookies?
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
Gargi: i've lost my place
Principalpoop: stockholm syndrome
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Kharmachanic - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Nancy Farber - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ferret - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Porgy - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Hiden stolem
Principalpoop: stealing glass
DJTween: This is like The TV Guide from Dear Friends
Dexter Fong: It probably is
Dexter Fong: in fact it certainly is
EWeston: Nah its updated
Dexter Fong: nope
DJTween: What that DF commercial release bit was taken from, yeah
DJTween: could be
Space Captain: Sugared grass.
Dexter Fong: Bergman just interpolated this into his RFO podcast
DJTween: More Sugared Grass!
Principalpoop: interpolated, i polate stuff without inter-ing it
Space Captain: Hall of Corridors!
EWeston: You can put it in your coffee, that's how sweet it is.
Space Captain: Never polate without the proper gear.
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: Never polate alone
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Punkin close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
EWeston: We've lost our rubber chicken. Can anything be used instead
||||||||| 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 velcro disembarks at 10:14 PM.
DJTween hands Weston a rubber frog in its place
Principalpoop: where is rubber and glue?
Space Captain: Yes. You can use anything.
EWeston: Relief floods my blind
Punkin: Punkin: Help me with this, Canterwood.
DJTween: a trojan chicken?
Principalpoop: omg, i have polated
EWeston: I could put the frog in it.
Principalpoop: cunterwood, put the kettle on
Punkin: The lentil kettle?
EWeston: Frogs legs and chicken feet time?
Principalpoop: yentil?
Punkin: The metal lentil kettle, oh, right, froaglegs and yentle.
Space Captain: Trojan war-chicken.
EWeston: Its to early for canabalism?
Dexter Fong: Like how many warriors could you hide in a rubber chicken
Space Captain: It's never too early for cannibalism.
Punkin: Not what you think, I am a ...
Principalpoop: glad you said that space captain, somebody had to
Space Captain: Well rubber is stretchy so...
Space Captain: Yes.
Dexter Fong: still
EWeston: Been a couple knafe fights and early waring threats over that question
Principalpoop: from the beak to the cocoa is how far?
Dexter Fong: a couple in the lower joints, maybe 4 in the thighs...not so many
Punkin: Gluts.
Mudhead: it's rubbery it's chewy
Dexter Fong: that's my nose
DJTween: lol Muddy
Principalpoop: no giblets or jimlets
Punkin: Space, what do you think of my nose.
Gargi: don't bring a knafe to a chicken fight
Mudhead: I like it
EWeston: It'll last fo ever
Space Captain: It's tweakable. I can hardly resist.
Principalpoop: mole skin cookies have competition
DJTween: You'll get beaked, right Gargi?
Gargi: it's bound to flounder
DJTween: mmmmm phish
Principalpoop: bound to bring out the curious and the kooky
Dexter Fong: but it's still got sole
DJTween: lol
Gargi: that's right ray
Principalpoop: lol
EWeston: Its true, I see the tread of its exsistence
DJTween: Hey, quite dissin' Texas Peter! ;)
DJTween: Lots of strange stuff goes on in Texas
Principalpoop: texas is big enough to take it
EWeston: Soon to be a largely latino population state
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:24 PM, dragging doctecazoid by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Beet: there is good strange and bad strange
Dexter Fong: and all the anglos will flee into mexico
Gargi: with guys named Spud?
DJTween: lo dere doc
Space Captain: And a major motion picture.
Bunnyboy: Hiya doc!
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Doc
Principalpoop: bweno natchos doc
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| velcro - dead from the yaws
||||||||| TheGrizzler - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from measles
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from The Plague
||||||||| rveep - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctecazoid: wow
Bunnyboy: Any Shibboleth sitings?
Dexter Fong: you betcha
EWeston: They're dying off naturally, and unaturally
Gargi: yes. fraught with aliens
Punkin: Not on my tortilla, Fong
Space Captain: Dropping like fries.
Bunnyboy: That coulda been me!
doctecazoid: I'm oot and aboot - on my phone
Principalpoop: a penny for your fraught?
Bunnyboy: Merlyn is parenthetical.
EWeston: French Legume Flyng Fries sounds good right now
doctecazoid: so forgive me if i seem to be on 7 second delay
Dexter Fong: How are you and Lili doing, Doc and when you gonna come around earlier
Gargi: seize the delay
Bunnyboy: I'm a phoney too.
Punkin: (To the tune of "Jungle Fever") Dengue fever, dadadada dadadada. Dengue fever
Principalpoop: joe jackson imitation
DJTween is looking for a robot discussion
doctecazoid: we can come around earlier, or later - depending on available funds (always an issue with us)
Dexter Fong: meep meep
EWeston: Soon you can reach the Phooey State
Punkin: In here.
Dexter Fong: Doc: You have to pay to get on chat?
Principalpoop: that is ok, I am a poseur, actually just a poser
doctecazoid: chatting by phone is always a bit laggy
Beet: sign here
Gargi: i must away...
Dexter Fong: laggy? I detect a pool hall term
Principalpoop: hasta gargi
DJTween: later Gardi
EWeston: Bye Gargi
doctecazoid: dex: not from the pool hall, it's free (as in beer)
Dexter Fong: Later Gardi
Gargi: hahahaha
Bunnyboy: Nite Gargi!
Space Captain: I'll follow Gargi out.
Gargi: oh darn
Principalpoop: good evening sir
Space Captain: Cheers all & keep 'em flying!
Dexter Fong: drink a little beer, leave a little pool
doctecazoid: but my phone is always a bit finicky
Beet: 'bye
doctecazoid: dex: not from the pool hall, it's free (as in beer)
Gargi: i'm getting a bit misty now
Punkin: The POOL>
EWeston: Chia, or chou Which ever you perfer
Dexter Fong: Doc: Read you the first time =))
Principalpoop: billiards, ahh if it is drugs you want
Bunnyboy: I'm closing in on a bucket list item: Just started watching the 5th (final) season of ROCKY & BULLWINKLE.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Valuable bat close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Beet: Headin' out. See you next Thurs
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
doctecazoid: tween: can't private chat thru phone. media order not really that relevant but if it's an issue I will fix when i get a free nanosecond
Dexter Fong: Night Beat
Principalpoop: hey, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat
Bunnyboy: Nite leafhead!
Beet: Night
Principalpoop: neat beet
EWeston: That trick has quatum issues
Dexter Fong: and the Beet goes off
DJTween: what about the Artichokes?
doctecazoid: beet beet - beet beet - yeah!
DJTween: The Beet Generation
EWeston: Yep, and after a long day at retail i'm off too, bye all.
doctecazoid: ( my beetles ref for the evening)
DJTween: later Weston
Dexter Fong: Night EW
Mudhead: square little fella
Principalpoop: these beets are made for walking, and thats just what they'll do
||||||||| EWeston is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:34 PM.
Dexter Fong: not from around here
DJTween wonders of the querymen harvested beetles
doctecazoid: nite e w
doctecazoid: not from around there either
Bunnyboy: (Sam I Am vox) "Would you, could you, with a stick? Would that do the Beaty trick?"
Dexter Fong: tween: Wer'nt the querymen the precursor of the Inquisition?
doctecazoid: sequel query?
Bunnyboy: Nite EW!
Principalpoop: is the word query politically correct now?
doctecazoid: nothin' like a pack of cards to make your evening
Bunnyboy: "I do not like Blue Pills and Pain!"
DJTween: Nobody expects The Querymen!
Dexter Fong: Bunny, any relation to Will.I.Am?
Principalpoop: oh the places you will go, and I wish you would start now
Dexter Fong: lol Tween
Dexter Fong: and then they break into a Sea Chanty
Principalpoop: tie him to the mainstaff and tickle him silly
doctecazoid: pp: lol
Dexter Fong: It's his night in the barrel and we're doint it 'urricane style
doctecazoid: not from around there either
doctecazoid: nite e w
Bunnyboy: "If I ran the NRA...", said Responsible Jay ...
Dexter Fong: National recovery Act?
doctecazoid: ok my phone is getting hincky - gotta go nytol & all that - bye for now
Principalpoop: Are you certain about what the R stands for?
||||||||| doctecazoid rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's doctecazoid?! It's 10:39 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
: tween: can't private chat thru phone. media order not really that relevant but if it's an issue I will fix when i get a free nanosecond
: dex: not from the pool hall, it's free (as in beer)
: chatting by phone is always a bit laggy
Dexter Fong: Night Doc
: I'm oot and aboot - on my phone
: so forgive me if i seem to be on 7 second delay
: wow
Principalpoop: have fun doc
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Space Captain - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Gargi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Punkin - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "10:40 PM? 10:40 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Marc should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Marc enters and sits on the divan.
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the phone dump doc
Principalpoop: is there an echo?
DJTween: a little late, Marc
DJTween: we start at 8pm CST :)
Dexter Fong: thats 9pm eastern
DJTween: Hope you can join us next time
DJTween: P&B's "What This Country Needs" tentatively up to bat next week
DJTween: 12pm in Sumatra
Principalpoop: isn't that a good 5 cent cigar?
Dexter Fong: Sumatra? Yeah!!
Dexter Fong: smaller stones
Bunnyboy: Rollicking along. Nitey, folk!
Principalpoop: i can do the Kama Sumatra, it involves a rubber trojan chicken
DJTween: later, Bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
||||||||| 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'
Bunnyboy: The Liddle Blue Pill will burgeon your stones, as well!
Principalpoop: yum beef burgeon
||||||||| At 10:45 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bunnyboy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| 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/'
Principalpoop: is that the bus?
Dexter Fong: No, it's just somebodys motorhome
Dexter Fong: Thanks as always Tweeny
Principalpoop: my older brother retired and bought an RV
Principalpoop: yes thanks texas tween
Mudhead: thank you tween
Dexter Fong wonders if tween has a texas twang
Principalpoop: you will make him blush
Dexter Fong: it suits him
Merlyn: hey, see you next time, I was AFK playing video games 2nite
Principalpoop: night and thanks m
DJTween: I have developed a bit of one over the years
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks for the space merlyn
Principalpoop: ciaoo
||||||||| Principalpoop is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:50 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
DJTween: a few Lone Stars and I can twang with the best of them ;)
Dexter Fong: Long necks?
||||||||| "10:51 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Mudhead: crowded dutch canal...
||||||||| 10:51 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| At 10:51 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 10:51 PM: Lil jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Dexter Fong: Dutch Canal...is that like a se thing?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:51 PM and late as usual, it's comedyonvinyl, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: sex
Mudhead: ?
Dexter Fong: It's all over but the departures Lil
Mudhead: to the sea
Lil: Got booted but heard the rest of the show. Thanks for the Oz and sermon, loved 'em
Dexter Fong: Lil: You won't get booted if you type something every now and then
Mudhead: shoes for industry
Lil: I had been
Dexter Fong: radials for conering
Dexter Fong: Lil: just log back on
Lil: Think it was the stupid flash plugin
Dexter Fong: cornering
Dexter Fong: Lil: Dunno , could be...I use winamp
Lil: Well better luck next time mayne
Lil: So do I, am talking about the chat room
Dexter Fong: Indeed =))
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Marc - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| rob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Valuable bat - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Mudhead, and leaves.
Dexter Fong: Well, we'll try to sort it out next week
Dexter Fong: Gotta run
Lil: Well at least the Reaper didn't get me next time
Lil: Night all
Dexter Fong: Night to all who are left
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:01 PM and late as usual, it's uhclem, just back from Nashville."
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Lil - dead from measles
||||||||| comedyonvinyl - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:15 PM, dragging drjawn by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| drjawn hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's drjawn?! It's 11:16 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies pNose II into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:21 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "11:24 PM? 11:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "artie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as artie enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhclem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| pNose II walks away to The Aviary.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| artie - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "11:42 PM? 11:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Blutomoto should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Blutomoto enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Blutomoto: Ouch, my sholaces are tied together...
Blutomoto: I mean tired together
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'gltbiter', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Around 11:46 PM, gltbiter walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:46 PM and late as usual, it's gltbiter, just back from Hellmouth."
||||||||| "11:53 PM? 11:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "airports should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as airports enters and sits in the comfy chair.
airports: i thought i turned that thing off. damn
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pNose II - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Jughead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
airports: late again... fck
||||||||| airports runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's airports?! It's 11:56 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| "12:09 AM? 12:09 AM!!" says Catherwood, "rick should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as rick enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Blutomoto - dead from the common cold
||||||||| gltbiter - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
rick: any of the fire boys ever show up at these?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| rick - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 1:55 AM, dragging Buck-98 by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Buck-98 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
airports
Bambi
Beet
Blutomoto

Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
EWeston
ferret
Gargi
George Stevens
Kachina
Lil
Loring
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Mudhead
Nancy Farber
Porgy
Principalpoop
Punkin
rick
Rufus_T_Firetween
sector R
shoes for the dead
Space Captain

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