Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
06/06/2013

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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 June 06, 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 DJTween disembarks at 8:23 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:43 PM downtown bus from Madison pulls away, leaving mistabumpy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
mistabumpy: cough
DJTween: catherwood, please give mistabumpy a nickel for his cough
||||||||| Catherwood gives mistabumpy a nickel for his cough.
mistabumpy: OMG, I'm rich....
DJTween: :)
||||||||| 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 Jules falls out at 8:50 PM.
DJTween: Hi Jules
Jules: yo
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| "Hey Jules!" ... Jules turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:52 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
mistabumpy: laterz...............................
||||||||| "Hey mistabumpy!" ... mistabumpy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:52 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Captain Equinox into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs.
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
||||||||| the e_ectr_cian steals in around 8:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: hey lectrician
Captain Equinox: Hey, Deej!
DJTween: Hey Captain :)
the e_ectr_cian: you see flotsam, to live a rat must chew...
Captain Equinox: Gesuendheit
the e_ectr_cian: Gesuendheit Dankashein, the ship's Prussian Captain!!!
Captain Equinox: Oh really, Stones!
the e_ectr_cian: ...and here's the last inspiration from that can!
||||||||| EWeston bounds in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado waltzes in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| Merlyn sashays in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: wow, three knockers
Merlyn: like that Arnold movie
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 06, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
EWeston: Hey DJ all the expectorant crowd.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:00 PM, dragging Frenchie by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
the e_ectr_cian: I just fade my voice like this and cue the organist...
||||||||| 9:00 PM: Tolkyes 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DrWho42 inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| leroy enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'CS', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
the e_ectr_cian: Doctor, give him that REALLY BIG DISEASE!!!
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:01 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Captain Equinox: Honk honk
shoes for the dead: Howdy all
CS: hi all
EWeston: Check his tred
DrWho42: Hello everyone!
EWeston: Hi Cease
Captain Equinox: I have a copy signed by Proctor AND Bergman. A prized posession!
the e_ectr_cian: jelous
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and Principalpoop sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: lucky your, capt
CS: they keep coming in,
Principalpoop: hey, watch it with that elbow buddy
EWeston: Can I watch it over here?
CS: how are you, poop?
Principalpoop: Procter AND Bergman
the e_ectr_cian: i lost the audio stream
Principalpoop: fine thanks and you? how is everybody
CS: i had one of the best days of my life today
Pico & Alvarado: we
Pico & Alvarado: we
the e_ectr_cian: back
Principalpoop: nice, did it involve food?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS - 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/phprandpebew.html'
||||||||| allbozos bounds in at 9:06 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Pico & Alvarado: zip ... bbeep...
CS: only tangentially, oddly for me. mostly just art
EWeston: Visualizing terribly
Principalpoop: ahh, food for the soul, ok
CS: an art spielgleman show and another called the grand hotel
Rufus_T_Firetween: This Country at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
||||||||| Geronimo_Wasserman tiptoes in around 9:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: i haven't heard this one yet
CS: http://www.vanartgallery.bc.ca/the_exhibitions/current_exhibitions.html
EWeston: Its fun
shoes for the dead: yuppers
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'BeBop Loco', just granted probation at 9:10 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: after seeing the shining, i am scared of big hotels hehe
EWeston: Where do you get egg parking
shoes for the dead: or colorado
CS: i love living in a city biig enough to pay for travelling wonders.
Geronimo_Wasserman: Anyone want a free bushel of virtual shrimp?
Principalpoop: and comic books about nazi and jews is pushing the limit certainly
EWeston: No they give me gas
Principalpoop: are those jumbo or giant virtual shrimp?
Geronimo_Wasserman: I get virtual gas pains all the time
CS: comics as a way to say what i want to say appeals
BeBop Loco: big shrimp or shrimpy shrimp?
DrWho42: Plate of shrimp
Principalpoop: exactly bebop and cs
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong in through the front door at 9:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Geronimo_Wasserman: I made a mistake. Actually they are virtual prawns. I always deo that.
shoes for the dead: shrimp have plating
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yo Dex
EWeston: As good as figurative gas pains?
Principalpoop: i spy with my little eye, a fong
Principalpoop: visceral
CS: hey dex
Geronimo_Wasserman: I graduated from metaphoric gas pains.
DrWho42: Hello Dexter
||||||||| Catherwood enters with JOhn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
EWeston: He's tight with his vowels
Pico & Alvarado: bugedyboo
Dexter Fong: Hi cat, poop and dear friends, all
Dexter Fong: Did the broadcast just end?
CS: i took 156 pix today as good as anything i've taken in this city. hope you saw as much beauty
Principalpoop: no, still on for me
EWeston: Hope alls well in Fongworld
Rufus_T_Firetween: kewl cease
shoes for the dead: what city, cs?
Geronimo_Wasserman: My first time here. I have to waddle out. See ya all soon.
CS: yoiur brain is for using, or it goes away
EWeston: Refusin drugs?
CS: vancouver
Principalpoop: ok wasserman
CS: lol, e
DrWho42: Second time here. Shame I missed "Everything" last week.
Principalpoop: geronimo
CS: a very beautiful city
||||||||| Beet bounds in at 9:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: ahh 2nd time, you win a joke, knock knock
EWeston: The Beet is back.
Dexter Fong: Who's knocked up?
CS: hi beete
Beet: Howdy, friends
Principalpoop: not the full joke yet, geesh, only 2 times noob
CS: although high usualy comes with a beat
Principalpoop: hey beet
DrWho42 P I'll wait for the third then.
Principalpoop: 3rd base already, fresh
Beet: Glad to see everybody. I haven't heard this recording before. Nice
Dexter Fong: Rounding third and beeing thrown out at home
EWeston: 3rd down, time for the hail rubber duck sweep.
Dexter Fong: Go Beavers
Principalpoop: Go Nads
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Hemlock Stones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: stones from myrtle beach
shoes for the dead: Do the Hun!
EWeston: Get down! Get back up again!
Principalpoop: do the hun, its from the middle ages
Hemlock Stones: Thank you thank for this forum. Fan from the 70's
||||||||| Ceej steps in at 9:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hail and well met, Stones!
CS: good work on getting this, tween
Hemlock Stones: Shoes for Industry! Is Joe beats here?
Principalpoop: what do they say, if you can remember the 70s then ahh something or other
Beet: Welcome, Stones.
Pico & Alvarado: Stones Stones I sayy...
||||||||| Catherwood leads squeezethewheeze into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:21 PM, then departs.
Rufus_T_Firetween: fun album, cease :)
CS: are your hemlockk or another?
Hemlock Stones: First timer
CS: ok
EWeston: Anyone else remember quad?
CS: i was here on day one
Hemlock Stones: simple amazed this exists
||||||||| 9:22 PM: Anton Globner jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
CS: hard to keep up
Dexter Fong wonders what happened to Hemlock the Brit and his radioactive mole, Honey Sanchez
Hemlock Stones: when was day one?
Captain Equinox: Quad?
Principalpoop: Quoi?
shoes for the dead: Quah?
Captain Equinox: I remember it.
Dexter Fong: Three 2 barrells
Hemlock Stones: were all those curves showing through that flimsy bernous?
CS: thanks to tween fo providing new stuff
EWeston: Early surround sound, early 70's vintage
Captain Equinox: Doctor,ummmm..uh...
Dexter Fong: and thanks to Merlyn for hosting
CS: soon to be a firesign radio station
Principalpoop: click at the top for broadxast fever
shoes for the dead: Didn't fst do one in quad?
Dexter Fong: Yes
CS: 2
Rufus_T_Firetween: This Country at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
Dexter Fong: yes again
Principalpoop: pull my dorby
Hemlock Stones: outstanding
CS: havent heard them but would love to
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JOhn - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| allbozos - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Tolkyes - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Frenchie - dead from jaundice
||||||||| the e_ectr_cian - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts sbf into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:25 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Do I pet it or irrigate it?
Dexter Fong: Two fiddler's victims
Captain Equinox: Why not irritate it.
Principalpoop: i saw that also, forboding
Dexter Fong: FUMIGATE IT
Hemlock Stones: irrigate?
EWeston: What's its toothyness factor?
||||||||| squeezethewheeze dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's squeezethewheeze?! It's 9:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Hemlock Stones: heaven forbid
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies squeezethewheeze into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:26 PM, then departs.
CS: hey folks, can you think of doing an idea for firesign?
||||||||| At 9:26 PM, squeezethewheeze vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
DrWho42: Joy of Sects
Hemlock Stones: and?
Principalpoop: i cannot think at all as far as I can tell
EWeston: Animal or vegitable I'm assuming. I threw out the rocks.
DrWho42: An idea? Any particular kind?
Dexter Fong: Yes, good
CS: we talked o fthis last week. someone suggested a george tirebiter snow
Principalpoop: there is a disney song about imagination that would apply here, maybe
Dexter Fong: it's snowing?
DrWho42: Oh, nice. I missed last week.
EWeston: A take on the current world, with a twist, maybe an immelman or two?
CS: dex yhou complained about cutting up their work
Dexter Fong: Not so much, Cat just that, the continuity could suffer
Principalpoop: frag ments are con fusing
Dexter Fong: fe r su re
DrWho42: I remember the SubGenius show Hour of Slack would air clips.
CS: i was cuttiing up mushroom plays on the radio in ottawa and sask in 69
shoes for the dead: CS, mebbe a Mark Time snow
Dexter Fong: still snoing?
Dexter Fong: snowing
CS: in a recent interview, ossman said he wanted to cut the shit out of his old work
Pico & Alvarado: it's showing
DrWho42: Hikeeba!
Principalpoop: an anthology of sound effects used on the albums and shows
CS: you want to tell ossman whast to do with his worki, eh
Beet: What shit?
Dexter Fong: One man's shit is another mans fertilizer
Principalpoop: listen to the people Dr. Ossman, the hands that tote the load and push that bale
EWeston: I prefer Idiots, The breakfast of Madmen
Pico & Alvarado: Idioats
EWeston: I set corrected
Beet: Contact High. I love it
Principalpoop: yum keebasa
CS: i think radio firesign will require many interations
DrWho42: Morse Science High?
Pico & Alvarado: seniors at contact high
DrWho42: Student apathy smells like wi-fi.
EWeston: Matriculating to solid state
Principalpoop: wi-fi smells like teen spirit
CS: lol poop
Principalpoop: i have no idea what that signifies, thanks for the lol
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop, do you know the cure for crabs?
Principalpoop: no fong, what is the cure for crabs?
Dexter Fong: Whiskey and sand
CS: how i snyc these days, dex?
EWeston: A Nirvana title is similar
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Waldo inside, makes a note of the time (9:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: You pour that on the infected parts and the little bastards get drunk and stone themselves to death
Rufus_T_Firetween: there's Waldo!
CS: doing my museum ecstasy in a city a small fracttion the size of nyc
Principalpoop: Nirvana, that is on the road to utopia
DrWho42: A lot of melted clocks in Wackyland.
Dexter Fong: Cat: NYC was very hot for a week and now and for the next couple of days will be rainy
Principalpoop: and flies
EWeston: At last an advance from the shave and Ice Pick remedey
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
Principalpoop: tween wins, he found waldo first
DJTween: heheh
CS: ik hate heat. cold too
EWeston: Damn him for paying attension!
DrWho42: No springs!
EWeston: No Ice was involved. A steady hand was good to have
CS: like, i know tha sobriety exists, somewhere mythological
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| sbf - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Hemlock Stones - dead from measles
||||||||| Ceej - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: more fiddlers
EWeston: Chronocide! Unbelieveble!
Dexter Fong: Amild reap only this time
Beet: Stones has short attention span
Principalpoop: who has what?
EWeston: We could buy him an erector set?
Beet: A new participant came and went
CS: one of the great things about ft is that they show us how to use our small attenton
Dexter Fong: There's no telling
shoes for the dead: a librium
Principalpoop: an upspring in every aspect of your little life
Captain Equinox: Don't get sore, Canker!
EWeston: Don't be sore
Dexter Fong: I was born under the sign of the flying red horse
DrWho42: Aha, demoted status planetoid Goofy.
Principalpoop: you are an ad hominon
Dexter Fong: hat's a plus
EWeston: It all my folks could afford
Principalpoop: yes, pluto got robbed, it will always be a planet in my heart
Dexter Fong: stars in poop's eyes and a planet in his heart
EWeston: Its good to have a big heart
Beet: And no one pays any attention to planet Goofy
Principalpoop: and my feet in big clowns shoes
Dexter Fong: and pluto's a small planet
Principalpoop: how is uranus doing?
EWeston: With big ears?
DrWho42: Meanwhile, Mondas will make a comeback.
DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php
Dexter Fong: Tween has become very adept at slipping in those little commercial breaks =))
Principalpoop: he is a good american
Captain Equinox: Got my Marching to Shibboleth just this week.
EWeston: I saw this, remarkable scene
Dexter Fong: And an even better austinite
DJTween is subliminal
Principalpoop: the seldom scene, rimshot
Dexter Fong: IN MY MIND Tween is uberliminal
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: the newest pop group, the liminals
EWeston: Public humiliation was never more flavorful
Dexter Fong: BTW Tween, have you gotten around to reading those books I sent you? =))
Principalpoop: answer him tween, I cannot stand the suspense
Dexter Fong: Yeah!! Answer him Tween
DJTween: sorry for the rant folks
Dexter Fong: ....and Tween gets political.....sic him Poop
||||||||| Outside, the 9:50 PM downtown bus from Old Bridge pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: I get worked up about what's happening in America
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elyane
DJTween: Hey
Principalpoop: Hi E
Beet: Hi, Elayne
shoes for the dead: howdy
DrWho42: Any SubGenii here?
DrWho42: Hey Elayne
EWeston: Evening Elyayne
Elayne: For certain, DrWho42. I still have my Pope card.
Dexter Fong: Dr: Kinda
Pico & Alvarado: Two
Principalpoop: no religion talk here, except about the flying spaghetti monster...
Elayne: Did you know that Doug Smith (aka Ivan Stang) got the first SubGenius mailing list from the Papoon one?
Pico & Alvarado: MORE SLACK
EWeston: Raman!
Elayne: And I introduced Doug to David Ossman. :)
Elayne: Definitely a direct SubGenius/Firesign connection.
DrWho42: Praise "Bob"! Indeed.
Elayne: Oh dear, I've forgotten more about my SubGenius years than most others probably remember. ;)
EWeston: Twinges in my memory
Elayne: I'm also in the intro to Principia Discordia (also a SubG and Firesign connection), by the way. I used to be a nexus, I used to be somebody! [/Brando]
Principalpoop: Stella!!
CS: hey el, would you be cool to played onfiregingradio
Pico & Alvarado: 23
CS: wbai
Elayne: Which bit of mine, Cat?
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BeBop Loco - dead from measles
||||||||| Geronimo_Wasserman - dead from measles
||||||||| Waldo - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "9:55 PM? 9:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "larrymountainhigh should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as larrymountainhigh enters and sits at the bar.
Dexter Fong: Whoa!! A measles epidemic
CS: ossman really riffs on power there and you help out
Principalpoop: measles all around
DrWho42: Gotta get into Discordianism. I'll add Principia Discordia to my summer reading.
Principalpoop: yes
Elayne: Say, has DocTec or Lili made an appearance yet this evening? I miss 'em to bits, I need to text them.
CS: what is this music?
Elayne: DrWhe, I'm mentioned in there but under my super-secret maiden name.
CS: i cannot text, el
Pico & Alvarado: wall of voodoo meets steve earle
Elayne: Do you even own a cell phone, Cat? I know it's probably not mandatory in Canada like it is here. :)
CS: tween,this is grewt
DrWho42: Aha, I'm pretty much a newbie here but I'm glad I've found these weekly chats.
CS: no el
Elayne: As I suspected!
EWeston: Sounds a little like Copper Head Road
Elayne: I am too, DW42. You're bringing up a lot of weird memories I thought I'd buried.
Principalpoop: copper head road or griswalds holiday road
larrymountainhigh: what up everybody
Dexter Fong: We's up
Elayne: Evenin' Larry!
EWeston: A better beat I says
DrWho42: Randomly accessed memories. Hello Larry
Principalpoop: what it be
CS: are you really high?
EWeston: What it was
shoes for the dead: Nick Exxon
Pico & Alvarado: vote for nixon
Dexter Fong: when it was what it is
DrWho42: For a great Nixonian satire, "The Great Wall of Mexico" (1973) is worth seeking out.
Principalpoop: psyche a boom boom
larrymountainhigh: good evening everyone
Dexter Fong: Hi larry
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Radio Free Oz 2/1/1970 - 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'
Beet: Don't this make you feel great about Nixon after all
Pico & Alvarado: vote for nick's son
EWeston: What it mighta been, but someone flinched
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
CS: good afternoon too
DJTween: this is from the Hour Hour series
Pico & Alvarado: roadent track
CS: taykikr has ood copies of this
CS: gave him the reels of the last shows
EWeston: Boss 302's were cool
CS: me? spell?
DrWho42: Humblr, the modest tumblr
EWeston: AMX
Beet: Swinger?
Principalpoop: a red melba?
||||||||| Bunnyboy tiptoes in around 10:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
CS: hi bun
Principalpoop: mister and miss t cism
EWeston: She's with The Judge
Pico & Alvarado: beet swinger?
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
DJTween: Hey Bunny
shoes for the dead: crawly?
Bunnyboy: Lo dere. Firehead Subgenii on board!
DrWho42: Johnny Dee Mnemonic, the cyberpunk magician
Pico & Alvarado: true story
CS: we are hqppyh at your hiping
Bunnyboy: SHIBBOLETH, in muh house!
CS: spell?
EWeston: Tell the cop in the woodpile
Elayne: Hello BB!
Pico & Alvarado: tell the cop knock, knock, knocking at your back door
CS: hi el
EWeston: Mr Policeman, what makes America great?
Bunnyboy: Ask! Don't Tell!
Principalpoop: anybody here from spawn city?
CS: if i have a show, what should i play?
Bunnyboy: Don't tell, or I swear...
CS: you can tell me
Bunnyboy: There's no telling!
Principalpoop: if I had a hammer, I would hammer in the evening, all over this land
shoes for the dead: no knock warrant
EWeston: Returning themes, character histories through the multiverse
DrWho42: brb
Principalpoop: play your favorites cat, clips or full monologues or whatever
Pico & Alvarado: pigwhistle
Principalpoop: pigwhistle is fine too
Dexter Fong: The best of Dusty Springfield
CS: thanksk poop
CS: problem is, my copeies need work
Bunnyboy: Sat in a by-God theatre, and watched FRANCES HA. Sweet character study.
EWeston: Yes and they keep me awake alnight playing their fav Beatle songs
shoes for the dead: why is the train galloping?
CS: i have to ask doc tech to do this and this harms his time]
Dexter Fong: Bunny: You forsake the video for a (ghasp) theater?
Principalpoop: give the producer a list or script, let him use the production level copies
EWeston: It had to stop running
CS: so i dont kinow what will happen
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| leroy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: i hae been asked to do a show for firesign radio
Principalpoop: i love life theatre, magical
CS: i want you all to help me
Bunnyboy: Saw the first 15 minutes of CAGED!, on Warner Archive Instant. Classic!
DrWho42: Back.
Principalpoop: 42 skidoo
Dexter Fong: Saved your seat Dr
DrWho42: Gee, thanks
Pico & Alvarado: shlitzer
Dexter Fong: Der Schnifter drinks schliter
Principalpoop: don't look behind you without turning your head, good advice
Bunnyboy: Okay, I'll start: I'm going on a trip, and I'm taking a bugle.
shoes for the dead: Cat, a little bit of these old shows for historie's sake!
Pico & Alvarado: reading random things
EWeston: CS think of a theme, try to build fragments that touch it into something which suits you
CS: ossman told me to cut these up
Bunnyboy: Dex: Don't say his name!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Alot of these old shows in chronological order
Beet: Finally, some practical Menses advice
shoes for the dead: find some bits that were broadcast the same day of your show
Pico & Alvarado: ossman told me to smoke more bong hits
Bunnyboy: (Badenov vox): "Say the name!"
CS: i don t know what my postion is here,eh
Dexter Fong: Cat: And Van Gogh ordered his dealer to destroy all his paintings
EWeston: I'd work with Ossman's advice as well as you can.
shoes for the dead: or date if that makes sense
Principalpoop: Dick Van Dikegh
Bunnyboy: Closing in on finishing a complete viewing of all the ROCKY & BULLWINKLE eps.
Pico & Alvarado: prepare the rat
DrWho42: Ratatouille's pretty good.
Beet: Finally, some practical Rat Preparation advice
DrWho42: Nice, BB!
CS: i do not want to ask doc tech to clean up interviews that exist elsewhere
Principalpoop: rat meat is expensive, like squab and other tiny animals
Principalpoop: don't tell me if he ever really pulls a rabbit out of his hat....
Elayne: I'll have a think about possible themes for you, Cat. In the meantime, I need a lie-down. G'night all!
EWeston: The boyce mention a spirit which seemed to help them. Try to put your head where you think it would like. Creativity is often done whith no saety net.
DrWho42: Pant the bourgeoisie!
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:17 PM.
CS: its a big hjat
Dexter Fong: hijack?
CS: we ,love the idea of you el
Bunnyboy: They were all killer voice artists, but I think Bill Scott was particularly gifted.
Beet: 'Bye, Elayne
Bunnyboy: Nite El!
DrWho42: Good night, Elayne.
Principalpoop: Yes, feel the force Cat, plug in, turn on, zoom out, level up, fly on the wings of freedom
DrWho42: Doing a viewing of Doctor Who from the start: 1963. Into the second season now.
CS: i dopnt know what i can do
Pico & Alvarado: Pertqee
DrWho42: Who's on Third
Principalpoop: until you try
Pico & Alvarado: Pertwee
Dexter Fong: Okay Pico: I have no idea what you meant
DrWho42: He played the Third Doctor on the show.
Pico & Alvarado: DrWho Pertwee
Pico & Alvarado: weeeeeeeeee
||||||||| "10:21 PM? 10:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Equinox should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Equinox enters and sits on the divan.
Dexter Fong: twooooooooooo kings of orienttttttttt areeeeeeeeee
EWeston: The source material is all of good quality. Many ways to present it, few of them would be bad
DrWho42: Hello Captain
CS: i am, aswi twere
Principalpoop: are the chaaaampions
Pico & Alvarado: iieeeeeee!
DrWho42: Some painful Morse Code
Dexter Fong: We will we will crock you
Principalpoop: neh
EWeston: BENNGAAAZIIEEE
Dexter Fong: han
Pico & Alvarado: more duck heads
DrWho42: We will grok you
CS: lets do it
Principalpoop: do some hine line
Dexter Fong: A bevy of duck heads all pointing upstream
EWeston: Wherein there exists, a paddle
Principalpoop: bevy is to covey as denizen is to
Beet: Robert Heinlein?
CS: de, you are 15 years older than me
EWeston: Dylexia!
Dexter Fong: as denizen is to menacene
CS: and im o l d
Principalpoop: you grokked it
DrWho42: All you zombies
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| larrymountainhigh - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrWho42: So much for the antidote
Dexter Fong: I've been grokin' since it was hep to be hip
EWeston: I like my brains as a side dish
Principalpoop: i don't know that word fong, wow
Dexter Fong: Just check your wicki Poop
||||||||| Catherwood leads 4d3fect into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:26 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Clayton Rumcake
Dexter Fong: He's calling the white house
4d3fect: ugh, full of crabs..
DrWho42: He's calling from the Paisley House
CS: you still healthy dex?
DJTween: ** Next Week - Just Folks
4d3fect: erm, I mean what a wonderful seafood dinner!
CS: i kind of barely hang on
Dexter Fong: We have a cure for crabs ford
4d3fect: *urp*
DrWho42: (/)!_!(/)
EWeston: The grease rack special?
Dexter Fong: show off
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
Principalpoop: pose the big question
Dexter Fong: This quick commercial was brought to you by Austinites for Freedom
Rufus_T_Firetween has a pocket full of posies
EWeston: Pose for the big question
Pico & Alvarado: uranus on fire
4d3fect: Big bucket @ local seafood joint, basically a New England boil, various crabs, shrimp, snausage, corn, what have you
shoes for the dead: Cat, will the Fireradio be in the CBC?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Pico has had some Texas chili, apparently
Principalpoop: posie was cool in the dirty dozen
Beet: Isn't it cosmic that today is actually Thor's Day?
EWeston: To much aluminum in my diet.
DrWho42: Sounds delicious, 4d3
Principalpoop: i want gumbo, it has been too long
CS: maybe
DrWho42: Still waiting for Ragnarok myself.
4d3fect: Can't afford it too often but fun hitting your food with a hammer
Pico & Alvarado: not my anus uranus
Principalpoop: ragnarok was here earlier, said hi and left
Dexter Fong: I love an evening Ragnarock
DrWho42: Mm, mm, mjolnr
shoes for the dead: seems like i can get Vancouver on the AM at night
EWeston: Samurai Cat had fun there
4d3fect: EWeston, don't you mean aluminium?
DrWho42: Waiting for the Ragnarok or Someone Like Him
Pico & Alvarado: loki smoked too much crack to pull ragnarock off
EWeston: Maybe it was the hydronium
CS: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
Principalpoop: loki and bagels, youm
DrWho42: Bookmarked, CS!
CS: I had the most amazing experience today
||||||||| coydog steals in around 10:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Were you saved?
DrWho42: Oh?
Principalpoop: had the mcdonalds big rib sandwich hehe?
DrWho42: Hello coydog
Dexter Fong: The sun came out?
CS: my brain barely works now
EWeston: amazing experiences fill out a life
DJTween: Biscuits and Hi-Hat lol (Marx Bros A Day At The Races)
DrWho42: I had a mostly dull experience. Read most of today and some chores in the meanwhile
Principalpoop: life can still surprise us, that is its job
EWeston: nice sound effects
Principalpoop: a rut is groovy doctor
DrWho42: As always
4d3fect: Swordfish!
Principalpoop: penisula
EWeston: How incisive!
Principalpoop: titula
CS: this really souds like work
Dexter Fong: Titulie
Principalpoop: cuntula
EWeston: Talula's sister?
Dexter Fong: Titullo
DrWho42: The Fabulous Baron Munchausen is an amazing Czech movie, btw.
Principalpoop: titwillow
Pico & Alvarado: deal with ducks as well
EWeston: A wonderful sandwich spread
Dexter Fong: You can't deal with a duck, better to gander at a goose
Principalpoop: mallard hear my prayer
DrWho42: Gilliam's movie is damn good too though.
CS: if i felt like kiliing my self, i would choose to ilive because of the stupidiity of this]
Pico & Alvarado: tosspot
EWeston: Just us coots here
Dexter Fong: Yah ol' coot
CS: a befr river
Dexter Fong: beeee river?
Principalpoop: you are the same self you were on jun 6 2012? your self is re-newed constantly
EWeston: We have a secret family recipe for coot
Pico & Alvarado: barbara bobo
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ferret close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
Rufus_T_Firetween: not old coot?? nooooo
Principalpoop: oh coot, tell us, please
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrWho42: Yowza, found a blanket designed to look like the Fourth Doctor's scarf
CS: we due what we can
||||||||| "10:40 PM? 10:40 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bunnyboy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bunnyboy enters and sits on the couch.
Principalpoop: wb hip hop bunny, i did not see you say bye
EWeston: You'd ask me to give out a secret? Well ok, wash the bird in castle soap. What happens afterward is on your own head
Pico & Alvarado: is the 4th doctor the one who looks like Fran Tarkington?
Dexter Fong: Bunny, it's not like you to come and go like a crazy monkey
CS: hi bun
Pico & Alvarado: bunny, bunny, I gotta get out Bunny!
EWeston: The bunnyboy comes in, it goes out. You can't explain that.
Principalpoop: bunnys in the kitchen, cooking up a storm
Bunnyboy: I refreshed the page, on my phone.
Dexter Fong: Pico & Al: Are you that sharp looking Jewish couple?
Principalpoop: meet mister straight from new york
EWeston: More garlic!
Pico & Alvarado: I didn't know they raised crows
Principalpoop: ah, refreshing, try irish spring, or polish winter
Bunnyboy: Wanna see me do it again?
DrWho42: I think you're thinking of the Fifth, but close.
Dexter Fong: Oh you people with your (semi) smart phones
Beet: I think he's talking about one of them UFO's
Pico & Alvarado: Yes
Principalpoop: I only have a land line, there I said it....
CS: fuck
Dexter Fong: The line has landed
Beet: Lids of Grass lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: I like you cease, but...
EWeston: Jion us at landlines anomous
Principalpoop: it is a twisted pair too
Pico & Alvarado: let's all uck
Principalpoop: walt whitman candies
Pico & Alvarado: leaves of grass
Principalpoop: a big man, a big chicago man, an american
EWeston: smaells of loons
Principalpoop: loons smell like teen spirit hehe
Pico & Alvarado: the old people crept up and shot
Bunnyboy: Next trick...
EWeston: What else can I say. Everyone is gay.
DrWho42: Bison burgers are pretty good.
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "10:47 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: lavender, gerbils and dandruff, how my house smells
CS: fillede with pain am i
Pico & Alvarado: men and women are the same sex
EWeston: No salmon cutains
Principalpoop: our forefathers used drugs
CS: must go
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy in through the front door at 10:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Pico & Alvarado: YOUR brain is NOT THE BOSS
Principalpoop: night cat
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs CS by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DrWho42: So long, CS!
Rufus_T_Firetween: You and your lady be well and happy, cease :)
Beet: Night CS
Bunnyboy: There! On a proper, olde fashioned PC now.
Bunnyboy: nite cat!
Principalpoop: windows? you scamp you
DrWho42: I'll tune out at 8pm.
Pico & Alvarado: johnny carbon
EWeston: My brain is not the boss, honest.
Principalpoop: my brain is my 2nd favorite organ
Rufus_T_Firetween: The 1969 Z-28 wasn't shabby either ;)
Principalpoop: hat tip woody
Principalpoop: in iowa they pronounced them date suns
Pico & Alvarado: Hope you're feeling better soon CS ...
EWeston: I can never get a good reverb out of mine
Pico & Alvarado: I can never get a good reverb out of time
DJTween: as Buckmister Fuller once famously said, "I Seem To Be A Reverb"
Principalpoop: reverbing is easy, changing eating to munching, walking to strolling and so on
DrWho42: I've seen The X from Outer Space :P
Pico & Alvarado: ha ha that's rich see
EWeston: Reverbs adverbs confuse many busy executives
Dexter Fong: No that's Rich C.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies quezzy in through the front door at 10:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: cya people
||||||||| At 10:53 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Bunnyboy: I gotta go. Nitey!
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves to catch the 10:53 PM train to Seattle.
DrWho42: Welcome quezzy
Dexter Fong: Night and muchas gracias Merlyn
Principalpoop: night M.
DJTween: catherwood, please give quezzy some damitol for the Mr. Motion sickness
||||||||| Catherwood gets quezzy some damitol for the mr motion sickness.
Dexter Fong: Night BB
Principalpoop: looks like the bus while the dog wants out too, have a super week
Pico & Alvarado: what's this in my seat!
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 10:53 PM.
EWeston: Bye merl, I'm about though m'self
EWeston: Who was that mashed man?
Pico & Alvarado: shoes for industry! shoes for the dead
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| coydog - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ferret - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: That was Spud
Dexter Fong: Spud KOOLZIP
Pico & Alvarado: Spud Koolzip
Dexter Fong: =))
EWeston: Spud Relieghl
Dexter Fong: Spud Raleigh
Pico & Alvarado: bread and butter
Dexter Fong: Inventor of the puddle
DrWho42: The Bureau of Bums was founded during the brief Hobo Joe Junkpan administration
EWeston: Yah the guy with eyes in his feet
Pico & Alvarado: we burn them
Dexter Fong: And a gleam in his foot
Pico & Alvarado: your moon in uranus
DJTween: New form the Firesale Store - Eyeball Shoes!
||||||||| 10:57 PM: Alex jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dexter Fong: Where the sun dont shine
EWeston: Sounds slippery
Pico & Alvarado: paranoia never paid the rent
EWeston: Its hard to get the spies in the house to help with the rent
Dexter Fong: Proctor is sooo funny
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Pico & Alvarado: especialy with them hiding in the electrical outlets
DrWho42: Calling it a night. See everyone next week.
Dexter Fong: They're plugged in
EWeston: I'm gone, but the fishies can sleep alone tonight
Dexter Fong: Night Dr
Pico & Alvarado: proctorcolcgist
DrWho42: Night all!
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 11:00 PM.
Pico & Alvarado: Good night Who, remeber to lock the Tardis
Beet: See you Dr. and E
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Pico & Alvarado: watch the man with the tin hat smash a few more crackers
Dexter Fong: Does he have a permit for that?
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Pico & Alvarado: Lyndon Johnson behind the Kennedy assassination
DJTween: in front?
Dexter Fong: Pico: No....it was the Mafia....ask tweeny
Pico & Alvarado: No. Behind.
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
Pico & Alvarado: with a little help from J Edgar
Beet: Pretty sure it was the Wiseguys
Dexter Fong: And I know that some day you'll read those books I sent to you
Beet: Another magnificent job, Tweeny. Thanks.
Pico & Alvarado: shooters from Corsica
Beet: I thought it was Marseilles
Dexter Fong: Night fellow kids
DJTween: Thanks folks
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Dexter Fong: Thank yeeeww
||||||||| Around 11:07 PM, DJTween walks off into the sunset...
Pico & Alvarado: Good Night Dear Friends!
||||||||| "11:08 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with pNose II close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Beet: I'm also gone (real gong). See you next week.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Alex - dead from measles
||||||||| 4d3fect - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| quezzy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| pNose II - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
4d3fect
BeBop Loco
Beet
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
Geronimo_Wasserman
Hemlock Stones
Jules
larrymountainhigh
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
the e_ectr_cian

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www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
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