Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
07/04/2013

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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 July 04, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:08 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Austin."
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning around 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)'
||||||||| Number_6 steals in around 8:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| marq steals in around 8:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hey 6, marq
marq: allo
marq: i'm here.....
Number_6: Hello
||||||||| 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)'
DJTween: just back from your space voyage, marq?
marq: Happy Birthday all, u Americans u.....
DJTween: Happy Anti-Tyranny Day!
marq: ya - i brought my towel too!
DJTween: The one piece of equipment you should never be without
marq: yip
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jackofroses into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:53 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hello Jack
DJTween: That was a sweet tune you were playing there
Number_6: If there's one thing I know, it's that I don't know Jack.
Number_6: Hello Jack.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hawkmoth in through the front door at 8:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Hawk
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and EWeston disembarks at 8:56 PM.
EWeston: Happy fourth of Julie all, where's my hat?
DJTween: and a very happy 4th Of Julie to you as well EW
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:59 PM, dragging CS by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
DJTween: Hey cease
CS: how's it going?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 04, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
CS: i'm about half way done with new firesign show.
CS: good vibes from the guys
||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
DJTween: kewl cease
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTween: Hi Shoes
CS: but i'm much closer to death than shoes
marq: lol
shoes for the dead: hee hee
CS: ive done 2 hour shows, half way done with 3rd hour. i can send them to you, tween, and you can preview them here
EWeston: progress on hard work is good
CS: yeah i wake up in the middle of the night to go record something, than when i eventually awake i spend all my minutes mixing firesign stuff. it's a living.
DJTween: sounds good, cease
CS: well, you'll find out for yourself
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM bus from Plantsville pulls away, leaving More Sugar coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: so you're on your third third?
More Sugar: Gag, choke,
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'ansai', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
CS: as austin said when he was here, he needs content. maybe many others cna produce?
EWeston: Ware the bird dander!
marq: cough, cough..
More Sugar: Isn't that bridge built yet?
CS: stand further away,marz
EWeston: not much of a cough
shoes for the dead: and a belated Canadia Day, CS!
CS: not much of a quarter
CS: thanks shoes
CS: happy your independence day or whatver it's called
More Sugar: When you get older, it's just called "Depends" day
EWeston: There'll be more violence in the next quarter!
||||||||| 9:06 PM: Rogrr 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!"
marq: thats Marq...
DJTween: Happy Anti-Tyranny Day
CS: i am rejoicing in the what the Egptians are doing
CS: it is more Firesonian than the Firesign Theatre
||||||||| Nimmie enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
EWeston: Yep good on em
shoes for the dead: roger that
||||||||| Lil enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
marq: yip yip
Nimmie: Wow, I haven't done this kind of chatting in ages.
Lil: Clever selection DJ
CS: did you see proc's post of the picture from tahrir square today?
shoes for the dead: A maizin'
Rogrr: Different, for sure!
||||||||| Nimmie walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| Rogrr leaves to catch the 9:08 PM train to Illinois.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - 4th OF JULIE FIRESIGN BITS - 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'
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rogrr into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:08 PM, then departs.
CS: the firesign has been advocating/inventing a way to fight power for a long long time
Lil: Catherwood I wasn't wearing a hat!
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Lil and says "Did you need me?"
More Sugar: sits here in the waiting room
DJTween: Hi Lil
CS: hi lil, rogrr and nimmie
CS: i can barely type, but i try
||||||||| Nimmie climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:09 PM
Lil: Hey DJ
Lil: Yes Catherwood more sugar please
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Lil and queries "Did you want something?"
EWeston: There was a PBS show on the Beattle's part in the fall of Russia, it was cool.
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jackofroses - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Lt_Bradshaw should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Lt_Bradshaw enters and sits at the bar.
Lil: The ears are going eh Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Lil and says "Someone mention my name?"
CS: yeah i saw that, e
marq: damn it, it doesn't mixell w/ tiger baseball!
DJTween: Hadn't heard that one, EW
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'DrWho42', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Lil: Catherwood just read my lips
||||||||| Catherwood reads Lil's lips.
CS: only good steely dan song on one of their more recent albums, jack of speed
Nimmie: Hmmm I'm not seeing my messages displayed.
EWeston: The russian youth was determined to rock, the authorities couldn't stand this.
CS: you tigert fan, marq? your team is beating up on mine, the jays
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:11 PM and late as usual, it's Chabby, just back from Wisconsin."
CS: eweston, yes and no
Lil: Glad to hear you honoring the indigenous DJ
marq: i seen steely dan do the opening for YES good chit....
DJTween: wow, now that's a concert
CS: i was a rebellious dj in the 60s just like firesign. how much good did we do? do not exagerate that
marq: lol
CS: my favourite group
Lil: Pass me some cheese will you Chabby
EWeston: When Macarthy finally played Back in the USSR in Lennigrad, the country about had a collective organism
marq: y'all R cool... peeps
CS: an orgasm would have been more helpful
DJTween: lol
shoes for the dead: hee he Weston
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'FlyingO', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:14 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Lil: LOL
FlyingO: ha ha..
FlyingO: ha ha, "Nancy" - of course what else would I have expected...?
CS: remember when the lads kept interchaning Cheese with Chinese? early 70s
EWeston: We exist in social questions first brought to exposurer in the early 1800's, we arn't going to resolve them easily.
marq: i bemember seeing that concert on the tube.... was kinda cool...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies vic into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Lil: DJ you are outdoing yourself this evening
FlyingO: I wish the youngsters of today (my kids...) knew the laughter and enjoyment that The Firesign Theater brought to our world a few short decades ago.
Lil: Wait a sec that sounded dirty
CS: yeah, slavery is still a problem in your country
marq /
marq: gotta get the brats off the barbi.... lokl
CS: flyhing o, that's a really long time ago for the young
CS: i'm old, and it's long for me
DJTween: Thanks Lil :)
FlyingO: with fireworks being as lame as they are these days, this Firesign Theater thing is just the ticket.
shoes for the dead: the longer the better
CS: it's always the ticket. unless it's a parking ticket
shoes for the dead: and get toad away
Lil: Or a concert ticket
EWeston: To bad we don't have a pandering ticket law, with teeth!
CS: pandas need tickets?
shoes for the dead: passports,
CS: may i see your...
EWeston: they must register their DNA, and then recieve a ticket
shoes for the dead: probly a reservation, too
EWeston: If you want a nice window seat.
Lil: Like Pine Ridge you mean?
CS: windows need seats?
marq: hummm.....
shoes for the dead: reserved people are rigid
EWeston: A major selling point for Pine Ridge Estates
marq: stiff...
CS: you are playing boom dot bust tonight, tween?
shoes for the dead: a panda in every oven
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| More Sugar - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Nimmie - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: A stiff idiot is the worst kibd, after all.
DJTween: Yes, after this
Lil: There's something to be said for stiff.
CS: more ovens than pandas
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Zero Ohms close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
DJTween: I thought I'd let people have a chance to get into the chat
marq /
EWeston: Ah, that's where it devish b went.
CS: occupy the banks
DJTween: this skit goes on for about 10 minutes more
Lil: Lots of folks in here tonight
EWeston: Occupy Dylexia!
DJTween: Just saw the title on this and thought it would fit well ;)
Lil: If indeed they are
CS: i was a founder of the magazine that started the Occupy movement.
Lil: You chose well DJ
DJTween: merci
Lil: Por nada.
EWeston: They just won a judgement recently I hear
CS: http://www.seemreal.com/aq/index.html
shoes for the dead: folks or here, Lil?
marq: homerun!
||||||||| "9:27 PM? 9:27 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Lil: Both dead man ;-)
CS: hi dex
shoes for the dead: was that Bain or Bane?
Lil: Weird to hear this as I've been booted by my bank
Lil: Have less than 2 months to move out
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat and all you patriotic friends
CS: banks love to boot. shoes for the deaqd
Lil: And Lils too
marq: the sun is setting in the west like a giant fireball... fireworks to follow i suppose...
Lil: Hi Dex
CS: i'
DJTween: Happy 4th Of Julie, Dexter
CS: m not in the same universe as patriotic, dex
Dexter Fong: Hi lil
shoes for the dead: a Boysie croud?
marq: lol
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and btw not getting any audio
Lil: Was that crud or crowd
shoes for the dead: it was idaho...
marq: Marquette MI here...
Lil: Oooh not good Dex
DJTween: Which feed, Dex?
DJTween: They both look good here
shoes for the dead: type louder, tween
Dexter Fong: Got it back tweeny
DJTween: OK
DJTween: I have a separate box to listen to the stream, just in case
Lil: You're so conscientious DJ
DJTween: I try :)
Dexter Fong: It is giid to have an extra "box"
Dexter Fong: good
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:34 PM and late as usual, it's jp, just back from Michigan."
Lil: And you are!
DJTween: I also have a weekly radio show on Radio Free Dishnuts
DJTween: I broadcast there at 128k and 320k
Lil: I'll have to check that out
DJTween: Hi jp
shoes for the dead: and a big box to put it in
marq: nuttin like cookin up BRATS on the 4th of JULIE!
DJTween: har har har har
jp: hello
Dexter Fong: Shoes: That would require two extra separate "boxes"
jp: shoes for industry
Lil: Jello jp
CS: shoes for the dead
Zero Ohms: Shoe boxes?
shoes for the dead: hey JP
DJTween: I use two Mac boxes for the radio station
jp: long time no firesign
shoes for the dead: no, Karate
CS: i was thinking about that line when i made this vid in japan in 07
jp: not responsible, park and lock
jp: back in the day, was given the big book of plays
shoes for the dead: BILVILLE!!!
Lil: DJ ALL the albums are one of your favorites
jp: so how many bozoes on this bus?
CS: http://moniqueishikawa.com/nihongo/index.htm
Lil: I've got the BBoPlays too
shoes for the dead: Amen Rev!!
DJTween: 18 listeners on the 128k feed, 3 on the 16k
Lil: Cool
CS: me and merl and doc tech were in a corridor of a seattle hotel when the guys were creating this
jp: listening to the 128 stream
||||||||| airports waltzes in at 9:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: neat, CS
jp: saw the movie, martian space party
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - BOOM DOT BUST - 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 may be purchased at - http://www.amazon.com/Boom-Dot-Bust-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00001WRKQ'
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rogrr - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Number_6 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jp: so what's doing these days? only recently start seeing fb action
Lil: Gah you read my mind DJ that's creepy
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** BOOM DOT BUST at Firesigntheatre.com - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
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
jp: but I want to play catch it & you keep it'
Lil: They oughta be shootin' the works in my town soon
shoes for the dead: where is home, Lil?
Lil: NYC for seven more weeks
Dexter Fong: Relocating, Lil?
Lil: plus about 30 years
Lil: Yep heading to Vermont
CS: you're in nyc, lil? do you know elayne?
||||||||| 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 jahgust disembarks at 9:43 PM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:43 PM and late as usual, it's Bernard_Flapdoodle, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: You missed mud season, Lil
shoes for the dead: sounds better than NY
Lil: Only from chat CS
CS: i was there to visit elayne and dex and doc and lili a few years ago. i really liked it
CS: hi jahguest
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 9:44 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..."
Lil: Mud is good for the complexion
||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston in through the front door at 9:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Sounds a lot better than Montana, Lil
Lil: Sorry I missed ya CS
jahgust: Hey all!
||||||||| "9:44 PM? 9:44 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pNose II should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pNose II enters and sits at the bar.
jahgust: Hey all. Happy 4th?
shoes for the dead: hee hee, Dex
CS: i may never be able to afford to visit my friends on the east coast again, but i'm glad i did it
Lil: Well they finally got around to spitting me out here
Dexter Fong: Hi Jah
marq: Happy Happy, Joy, Joy
Lil: Ah well I probably won't either
jahgust: Been awhile! Have the night off! Currently sitting around listening to the sounds of war outside my house...
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 9:46 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..."
Lil: Am gonna slam this town good before I leave
||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:46 PM, then departs.
Lil: Pizzas, BBQ, Chinese food
CS: When I called Ossman to request a ticket for his WICA show 3 years ago, DO was most im presed that jahgust was comiing all the way from rhode island for the show
jahgust: Was that really 3 years already?
EWeston: Don't mind me stubbling around, anybody got a good map?
jp: thanks for a bit of whimsy, ltr
Lil: See ya jp
CS: and joe, you went to austin's party in la after one of the la shows. there is no way in hell that austin would ever allow me to visit his house
marq: to where?
shoes for the dead: mine is folded into a mobius strip, EW
jahgust: Cat I tell ya I was shaking in my fanboy boots...I think I played it cool enough!
EWeston: Trendy!!
CS: i have been to both proctor and ossman's houses more than once. not austin
Lil: When I met Chris Guest my brain turned to mush
CS: lili, your brain deserves better
marq: lol
Lil: Thanks CS
shoes for the dead: muesli?
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos sashays in at 9:49 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
CS: chris guest compared to the firesign theatre, is like, uh....
Rufus_T_Firetween: Allo, Monsieur
Lil: I like muesli
EWeston: I visited David and Judith once,. A very charming place and ocupants
marq: wow more obsidian dorr knockers.... hump
CS: i love this song
Rufus_T_Firetween: kewl EW
Monsieur Pathos: Where do I lay this doorknocker?
Rufus_T_Firetween: FST has made some great tunes
Dexter Fong: Down
EWeston: Phil A said I sounded like a crasy person on the phone once. I was charmed
Lil: Put a sheet over it Pathos maybe it'll go away
Dexter Fong: Lay it down, Caatherwood will pick it up
CS: rufus, well, yes and no.
shoes for the dead: my mouth didn't work when i met them after the Portland show.......
jahgust: Cool cat! They and all of you made me feel like part of thr family. Austin and Oona even gave me a big ol hug when the party was all done. Craziness!
CS: the signal to noise ratio of everybody is intense. no less so for the firesigns
marq: or, No and Yes?
Monsieur Pathos: Your usual position, Fong! Now get off your brass and help me.
Lil: I met them after a NYC show
Rufus_T_Firetween: Come'on Jesus is a favorite
Lil: I love Bottom Feidler Films
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, pick up Monsieur Pathos' doorknocker
||||||||| Catherwood picks up monsieur pathos' doorknocker.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's Papoon, just back from Arizona."
EWeston: Unexpected toilet blasters, you fav
CS: i would love to live as long as dex, same vast number of years as ossman
jahgust: Ha forgotten how much I liked Boom Dot Bust!
Monsieur Pathos: Perhaps we can pitch a tent, Lil.
marq: bout time....
Lil: Hey Pap long time no see
CS: yes joe, it is an album worth listening to many times
Lil: Do you have your erector set Pathos
EWeston: Dwellors in the pup tense
CS: in tents
Monsieur Pathos: Papoon had a snort of McCain in Arizona.
shoes for the dead: edgy doggie?
jahgust: past tents...
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
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pNose II - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Bernard_Flapdoodle - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| jp - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: i wake up and listen to firesign all day and then pass out.
Papoon: He's wrapping himself around the rocket like a snake...He IS a snake!
jahgust: Yeh Tween saving my pennies for the new books!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'pharmer329', just granted probation at 9:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
CS: is there a better way to live?
Lil: The Reaper is thinning out the crowd
EWeston: Para tents, for Mars
Lil: Me too jah
CS: a farmer or a pharmacist seems to have joined ujs
jahgust: Ha! I have the Dukes set on permanent repeat. Currently at the start of the Dear Friends series again!
Monsieur Pathos: I still have my old factory senses, Lil. No erector set required.
CS: this is the best music i've ever heard on a firesivgn album
marq: yp lookinover my shoulder....a i k
DJTween: very fine production
CS: i am putting together an hour of firesign music. this works.
Papoon: The War is over. The cruel industrial North has been defeated by the gentlemanly, agricultural South. Nobody gwyne have to a be a slave ALL the time, no mo'. We gwyne take TOINS. And guess who's toin it is NOW?!
CS: firesign and very fine production are a given
Monsieur Pathos: Someone just threw a Ritz cracker on my patio, and it took a dip before exploding.
jahgust: I remeber on a Fools In Space ep. that they said they had just purchased a catalog of coptyright freee music. This is around thast time...ish...
DJTween: EYKIW is probably my all-round favorite
EWeston: Pretty wild bunch of minors
CS: coal?
jahgust: coal did you say?
EWeston: Dip Down!
Dexter Fong: Coal, Bill?
Lil: I just ate a cracker
marq: cucumbers....
CS: all time fa vourite is an insult to time, tween
Lil: No wait that sounds dirty again
Papoon: You know Sundays was invented down there, making it the vacationer's paradise
||||||||| Outside, the 9:59 PM bus from Lincoln pulls away, leaving jim coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Could have queued up the bit from the Hashfire Inn, darn it. Maybe next time...
CS: i bet the cracker was hapy
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: S'ok I think I just traveled backwards in time here...
Lil: LOL CS
jim: did I miss the bus?
Monsieur Pathos: I knew a Harlem taxi driver who went bankrupt because he wouldn't carry coal.
Lil: What time is it in Australia Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:00 PM"
Papoon: A power so great it can only be used for good OR evil
CS: you know, pathos, every word of your last sentence could evoke a firesign line
Lil: NO in Australia
shoes for the dead: australia has more than one time zone
Monsieur Pathos: Papoon...We Americans need more options.
DJTween: A power so great it can only be used for good or reebus
Lil: Sigh...Catherwood is a bit limited
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Lil and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
shoes for the dead: they say ON, Lil
CS: i have friends in australia, but the chance of me going there is about as likely as my flappinhg my arms and flying to the moon
Lil: Does they now Dead
Papoon: Elementary, Mr dear Acme!!
jahgust: Catherwood is a limited edition!
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside jahgust and mumbles "Did you want something?"
EWeston: How bout a special maintainence option, 90/60 with 2 over the top.
Lil: So pull them out of the fire before they scorch Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Lil and mumbles "Would you like something?"
Papoon: Make that dear Acme
Papoon: There's a lady here to see ya now, Mr. Stones.
Lil: Sigh...many things Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Lil and mumbles "Did you want me?"
Papoon: Well show her, up.
EWeston: I only recognise Antelop Acme's
Papoon: You can come up now, YA CHEAP HOOR!
Lil: But without her knickers she's naked.
CS: bergman got fired for saying, "put your hands up a toyota and you'll never let go:"
jahgust: Who's Peggy
Lil: Catherwood stop rushing around you'll wear yourself out
||||||||| Catherwood stop rushing around you'll wears himself out .
EWeston: Nipping at the rat cheese again eh?
Lil: LOL
CS: rats are a big firesign topic. any more refs?
Lil: Did he really CS
Dexter Fong: squirels?
CS: big chunk of my new firesign show willl be about rats.
Lil: But why would he get fired for saying something so funny
EWeston: The Sumaratrans
jahgust: Ha thats hilarious Cat!
Papoon: My nose KNOWS, see. ..It's Joe from Chicago tryin' t'take ovah my sewers, see?!
CS: peter wasnt so amused not geting a pay check, jah
Dexter Fong: Cat: Wasn't it "Put you hands up the fender skirts"?
EWeston: I'll squeak in the night
CS: yes i've deconstrtucted Giant Rat
CS: dex, no
Papoon: Oh, Young Guy, you figure it all out!!
Dexter Fong: hmm, ok
Lil: Geez not more deconstruction in this town
jahgust: I'm sure Pete got the oppurtunity to have a chat with whomever made that decision!
CS: it was a definite toyota ref. the company freaked out
EWeston: I'm taking the fifth, JB Shaw.
Papoon: Hi, this is Nino the Great Mind Boggler, with Occult in Your Head
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes, the fender skirts of a new Toyota
shoes for the dead: put him in Radio Prison
CS: no jah. in the late 60s, motherfucker was not a common term, at least in my mileu. bergboy was called a motherfucker by the company
jahgust: They pissed of Volkswagon as well for those early commercials
Papoon: Today let's get into Holes, the most mysterious and most vaguest subject of them all
CS: he talks about this in one of the Fools in Space shows
Lil: Maybe they meant it as a compliment
EWeston: Oh Micky San! My topless flower of total delight, where are you now?
CS: yes that's the motherfucker ref, but toyota wanted him dead
jahgust: Oh I'll have to remember when I get to the Fools In Space series!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pharmer329 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: they musy have known he had a big audience, CS
CS: not big enough to buy their carfs
CS: my dad was a ford dealer in la at the time. i know something about the car business in la in the 60s
jahgust: Would you buy a car from Bergman? I might have just on principal!
EWeston: Well oiled dogs I see
Papoon: The Whole Earth might be called a hole...if you're on the inside looking out
CS: ralph spoilsport was his competitor
Monsieur Pathos: Dem dogs must be from Tejas.
Papoon: And hole golden cities might be hid at the bottom of the bottomless pit
CS: i would buy nothing from bergman, or any other dead person
EWeston: Only if your wholly here at all
shoes for the dead: raton, CS
||||||||| Catherwood ushers chazz in through the front door at 10:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Papoon: Holes in humans have holes...though we're hardly whole at all!
Papoon: In fact, we're WHOLLY HOLY
EWeston: And they knew not their ass, for a hole on the ground
Monsieur Pathos: But a half truth, Papoon.
shoes for the dead: and some knoeth not their hole from an ass on the ground
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marq: hummmp
Papoon: As the Holy Book says in the Book of Holes, Chapter One
EWeston: All we have to fear, is me
Papoon: And they know not their holes from an ass on the ground
CS: assholes are holes waiting for a joke
Monsieur Pathos: Had that book once, but there was a hole in my pocket.
shoes for the dead: easy to fill an asshole with jokes
EWeston: Chedder cheese pants?
Papoon: Hello, Seekers!
EWeston: Help me up!
Monsieur Pathos: Especially, a talking asshole with incurving hooks..
Monsieur Pathos: Naked Lunch.
shoes for the dead: she sets them up, he knocks em down
Papoon: Let's have a cheer for the brave and bully boys of the Arizona Territory! (just kidding)
EWeston: Sausages, with eyes!
CS: Burroughs, beats in general, big influence on early firesign
Monsieur Pathos: ....on all signs.
Papoon: Plying their illicit trade in rubber goods and spiders up and down the Mocha Java Straights from Singapore to Sinatra!
CS: tween played my play about neal cassady a few weeks ago.
Papoon: Frankly, Flotsam, it's all beginning to make sense!
shoes for the dead: that was good, CS
marq: NO CROSSING
jahgust: Hey Cat is there a web site or something where your plays live?
EWeston: Let's turn scents to pounds, old man
CS: oddly, all the fireguys have been in my plays except bergman and he actyully knew neal cassady, lost a girl friend to him
Papoon: Tell me the whole bizarre story1
shoes for the dead: i got a pic of Neal at the Wheel for my bus
Lil: Yikes you type fast Papoon
marq: lol
CS: http://www.seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
Papoon: Elementary, my dear Acome!
EWeston: Ten lapps around the deck?
jahgust: Sweet thanks Cat!
CS: aftter i wrote this play (suggested by phil proctor';s wife) i came into contacg with neal's son and his wife
shoes for the dead: what about the reindeer, EW?
jahgust: Was his wife Bergmans old girlfrind?
CS: mrs neal told me she reallyt liked phil austin playing her husbabnd
CS: as a snart guy,m not a hick
Monsieur Pathos: David Cassidy did a concert with Papoon. They were on the same ticket.
CS: his son too
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Jack Coutoe', just granted probation at 10:23 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Papoon: HA-HA, I am Electrician! And your loss is my gain!
Jack Coutoe: Hello...I'm Jack Coutoe!
CS: no it isnt
Jack Coutoe: From Whale Oil Platform #2
shoes for the dead: howdy, jack
CS: are you an indianan? tween
CS: i love joe walsh
marq: I am an Astronaought!
DJTween: grew up in the burbs of DC, actually
Monsieur Pathos: How do you enunciate that pronunciation, Javk?
Jack Coutoe: Y'know why? You can't 'Joe' him off!
shoes for the dead: joe walsh is a Ham
Monsieur Pathos: "Cute toe?"
DJTween: yes he is
CS: hung out with him in a radio thing in toronto in may be 71. way too many intoxicants to recall cleqarly
DJTween: and if you like hams, you want to visit the people at www.dishnuts.net
Jack Coutoe: NO! Jon Hamm is a Ham!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chazz - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: That's the station where I do my Sunday show
Papoon: Don't worry, Chief, I'll get your electric thingamajig back if I have to round up every Wobbly Red and knock 'em down the church steps.
shoes for the dead: sounds good twen
Dexter Fong: ;'
EWeston: Blutwurst get my gun, and make it hot!
CS: hot gun in the city
marq: BRAWTWURST!!!! ON DA GRILL NTHEIR DONE!!!!
Papoon: You frogs don't know a hoppin' hell about American crime
marq: frpgs?
shoes for the dead: yummy, marq
EWeston: I don't think chief Moriartio, that you'll find this fiend at home.
marq: yip yip
Monsieur Pathos: The wurst that can happen is that we will all fall off the Brooklyn Bridge.
Papoon: Why it is clear as the nose on my face...wait a minute, I can't see my face!
marq: damn where's a mirror!
EWeston: Vampirism relapsed eh?
jahgust: I miss that Japanese Pop music...
Monsieur Pathos: .....and I can't even see your nose.
CS: Yeah, Papoon, sight is like that.
EWeston: Check your hand
marq: random explosions outside... lol
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:30 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Principalpoop: what what?
shoes for the dead: hey poop
Monsieur Pathos: Damn it. I hate that old sideshow trick.
CS: Jah, not nestr show but soon i will do a show about firesign in japan.. they're wrong, but they're intereswting
CS: hi popo
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Lil: Poop you are SO latre
EWeston: I can certify that the occupant is, a yahoo
Lil: that's French for late
Principalpoop: i am feeble minded
CS: elayne an d previous hsubsand came to visit in van in 95 and we visited ossman in wash
Monsieur Pathos: Poop...fix your speakers. Wait a minute. You ARE the speaket.
EWeston: Coffee straight for me thanks
shoes for the dead: join the culb
CS: i told hij his idea about japan was wrong.
Papoon: It's hotter than Hooker in Hellmouth, and it's hotter than Hellmouth in Heater, where the high is 119 degrees
CS: i lived there for 17 years, he barely knows where japan is on the map
Monsieur Pathos: Forgive me. I am typoglycemic.
Papoon: Honey, and men. They're in everybody's eggs.
CS: i played Firesign on Japanese National radio.he knows not ocf thart
Papoon: They said he was wrong about the comet!
shoes for the dead: More Sugar!!
CS: i can barely exist, much less type
EWeston: Been wondering at the rat thing Cease. Characters as rats is as near as I can get right now.
marq: more beer...
Monsieur Pathos: Thanks, Pap. I like my ladies "runny."
Principalpoop: the rat thing? k3wl
Lil: I know they're in MY eggs
shoes for the dead: do the rat thang
CS: oo, nice thoughts e westonh
EWeston: Turn away, I'll eat them
marq: BRING OUT YER DEAD!!!
Lil: More coffins warden?
Monsieur Pathos: If you can't beat them, Lil, boil them.
EWeston: I think I've seen enough.
marq: hummmp
Principalpoop: you ain't see nothing yet
shoes for the dead: gotta tenderize em somehow
CS: i hasve ab out a 20 mionute piece derived from Giatn Rat and poc's tale of kiling rat, and others
marq: bbb baby
EWeston: Gonna open up my cells, and let gooooo!
Monsieur Pathos: You have BTO, Poop. Nothing personal.
Principalpoop: i was thinking bubblegum, but ok
marq: lol
CS: kiling animals and not kiliiing animals is a good idea for our brains to explore, say firsegn
Principalpoop: firesign
CS: i cant fucking type
EWeston: I remember my last Naga hunting expidition
shoes for the dead: i can't type fucking
Principalpoop: where does the naga hide?
DJTween: Would be very cool if they make a Radio Free Bozos
EWeston: Behind the executives
DJTween: fingers crossed
Principalpoop: under the executives behinds maybe
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| airports - dead from the common cold
||||||||| vic - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Papoon - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Jack Coutoe - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I think you've found the meat, and fat of the matter
marq: i believe i m out due to sauteed onions n brawts PEACE Y"all!!!!
Principalpoop: ahh jack spratt
EWeston: By Marq
Principalpoop: aufersein
Monsieur Pathos: As a matter of fat, we
Dexter Fong: ';
CS: i was kicke dout
shoes for the dead: by marq
Monsieur Pathos: ....can meat on the Funway.
EWeston: Grimey would be peroud
Principalpoop: comma comma comma to my house, my house
||||||||| drjawn steals in around 10:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: coma?
Principalpoop: snooze, you loose
||||||||| drjawn rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
shoes for the dead: and get yer face painted
EWeston: Comma comie one, this is comma comie duce, can you read me?
Dexter Fong: Da
Principalpoop: i only read the funnies
Monsieur Pathos: Man George has slipped into a coma, coma, coma chameleon, and he hasn't changed a bit.
Dexter Fong: I only lead rittle led books
Principalpoop: when was the last time you saw somebody you knew in the funny papers?
Dexter Fong: I saw Dagwood today
Rufus_T_Firetween: haven't rolled a joint in years
EWeston: In The Attack of the Fluffy Bunnies.
Principalpoop: ahh the zig zag guy
Monsieur Pathos: Fong just fell into a Blig Black Hole.
Principalpoop: i make dagwood sandwiches too
CS: http://www.ojhasmagazine.com/july-2013/ca/
Dexter Fong: It might have been a cave
EWeston: Just a hole on itside right???
CS: A very strange thing that happnened to my wife in 1977
Monsieur Pathos: Nick?
CS: There was an aticle in a science mag yesterday avbout the proof of other universwes has been confimremd
Principalpoop: india
Monsieur Pathos: 1977....your wife.....it's all coming into focus now.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:47 PM and frankensteinbaume waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| gltbiter enters at 10:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
EWeston: Just don't expect a bus line to one soon
frankensteinbaume: they had two of them
Principalpoop: super, more space to put stuff
CS: i thing if there is an infinite number of universes, my daughter might be alive in some of them
Monsieur Pathos: I live there CS. And it's under Silver Lake.
shoes for the dead: neat article, CS
EWeston: More closets?
Lil: Isn't it time for another Reaper purge yet
Monsieur Pathos: 1977....your wife.....it's all coming into focus now.
Monsieur Pathos: All we need....more studio tram tours.
CS: http://moniqueishikawa.com/
Principalpoop: patience, wait for it
EWeston: Some say the very idea of something creats it somewhere
CS: i only drift into conciousness
Principalpoop: the very idea
CS: enjoy what i can offer
Principalpoop: what does very mean?
EWeston: Ideas have their own universe
Monsieur Pathos: I agree, EWeston. Have you heard of BAYES THEOREM?
shoes for the dead: sole?
CS: i'm closer to death that peter bergman
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'DramaKing', just granted probation at 10:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: science is imaginary gardens with real toads in them, or something like that
Monsieur Pathos: That's pretty damn close.
EWeston: Concious thought affects things we can't normally touch
CS: wow poop. that's really stupid
Principalpoop: bay seasoning is good on crabs
jahgust: Sorry all had to multitask for a bit. Gotta work in the morning as well. Gonna go willingly before the reaper gets me! gnight you lovely folks! Take care!
Dexter Fong: Night jah
Monsieur Pathos: Toad away
Principalpoop: ciao jaugust
||||||||| At 10:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, jahgust!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
CS: we do our best, jah. thanks for stopping by
EWeston: Maybe I'll lokk it up later MP
DJTween: oops, forgot the notice
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RADIO FREE OZ from July 4th, 2011 - 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'
Monsieur Pathos: Audrey Farber has more crabs than the Chesapeake Bay. Better wear a plastic bib.
DJTween: poor Audrey, all those Maryland Blues creeping up
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Chabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| marq - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| jim - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Never stand by a giant lobster wearing a bib
CS: it is possible for me to be more unhappy but why?
DJTween: she'll just have to boil them and eat them
Monsieur Pathos: Apparently not, CS.
shoes for the dead: i'm gone, see ya later, thanks Tween!
frankensteinbaume: wow, this is PBS
EWeston: Byie Shoes
frankensteinbaume: podcast buy service PBS
Principalpoop: yes, talk dirty for me
CS: I'monly drifting between states of conciousness
CS: but also creating radio shows for the guys
EWeston: Your brain is not the boss
frankensteinbaume: i have sixteen different types of soil (dirt) in the field outside my house. Dirty enough?
Rufus_T_Firetween: unless it's a Boss 351
Principalpoop: selfhood the final refuge of the unlimited entity
frankensteinbaume: 're good enough that a podcast does have value.
Monsieur Pathos: You seem well grounded, Frank.
EWeston: A veritable corocopia of soiled sin
CS: so austin, et al, came here a few weeks ago to ask for help. ami i the only helper? they have only one fan that's fucknig odd
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: 15, does that include sods?
frankensteinbaume: empathos is appreciated
DJTween: I ya towel ya?
DJTween: put a towel over it
CS: there are good ideas for firesign hours in other brains beside mine
DJTween: Interesting idea, cease
Principalpoop: i said alphabetical, that is always popular hehe
CS: tween you are a genius at doing this
frankensteinbaume: to save them from not havbing easily replaceable modular housing
Monsieur Pathos: CS... These ideas are hours.
DJTween: I am not
Monsieur Pathos: You seem well grounded, Frank.
Monsieur Pathos: Apparently not, CS.
Monsieur Pathos: Audrey Farber has more crabs than the Chesapeake Bay. Better wear a plastic bib.
CS: hey guys and gals, the lads need imput. if not us, who?
DJTween: just had some equipment and said to myself, "why not?"
Monsieur Pathos: Toad away
Monsieur Pathos: That's pretty damn close.
Monsieur Pathos: I agree, EWeston. Have you heard of BAYES THEOREM?
Monsieur Pathos: All we need....more studio tram tours.
Monsieur Pathos: 1977....your wife.....it's all coming into focus now.
Monsieur Pathos: Nick?
Monsieur Pathos: Fong just fell into a Blig Black Hole.
Monsieur Pathos: Man George has slipped into a coma, coma, coma chameleon, and he hasn't changed a bit.
Principalpoop: what, i saw that before, where am I?
Monsieur Pathos: ....can meat on the Funway.
Monsieur Pathos: As a matter of fat, we
Monsieur Pathos: You have BTO, Poop. Nothing personal.
Monsieur Pathos: If you can't beat them, Lil, boil them.
Monsieur Pathos: Thanks, Pap. I like my ladies "runny."
Monsieur Pathos: Forgive me. I am typoglycemic.
Monsieur Pathos: Poop...fix your speakers. Wait a minute. You ARE the speaket.
Monsieur Pathos: Damn it. I hate that old sideshow trick.
Monsieur Pathos: .....and I can't even see your nose.
Monsieur Pathos: The wurst that can happen is that we will all fall off the Brooklyn Bridge.
DJTween: but hour-long theme shows from Fireheads is a great idea :)
Principalpoop: we are reliving the life of pathos
Principalpoop: where are the other musketeers?
Dexter Fong: I hate *this* old side show trick
DJTween: let's keep that idea alive, cease
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bozo', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
DJTween: My Firesign Hour
CS: yes tween. as mr steed told mrs peel in the avengers": we are needed
frankensteinbaume: superficial is the new heroin.
DJTween: Nice idea for an 'interactive Firesign'
Principalpoop: pop culture pop
CS: clever, frank but not selking many poppikes
DJTween: put away the bubble wrap, P
EWeston: White holes are the new blackholes
frankensteinbaume: well, it's easy and free
Principalpoop: ping, i switched to golf
DJTween: Neat idea, cease. If they really want to do that, we need a web page to join for people to do that
DJTween: Maybe even a subset of the FB page
CS: what they want to do is unknown now
EWeston: As promised
Monsieur Pathos: Just got ousted by a server and it wasn't Serena.
CS: i am in the middle of their universe and i have no fucking idea
CS: i'mn guesing, they want possibilities to blossom
Dexter Fong: My msg tab got disappeared
EWeston: Creativity is scary
Principalpoop: too much chinese food fong
CS: where the fuck ins merl? he's inside thieir realty far morfe thanb nme
Dexter Fong: No Poop, it got replaced by a giant error msg
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| gltbiter - dead from the yaws
||||||||| DramaKing - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Server error 500
Monsieur Pathos: Fong is a preservative, not a liberal.
EWeston: Time to go dunk ma bod, see if the cat wants help, bye all.
CS: lool
Dexter Fong: Night EW
Principalpoop: your flash version is incorrecto
CS: by weston
Principalpoop: sleep well
Monsieur Pathos: Enjoy EW!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:11 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs EWeston by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: daunting
CS: odd that austin hasnt showed up here
Principalpoop: perhaps having a fifth on the fourth
Monsieur Pathos: That Austin has gone to the dogs again.
DJTween: or a firth of Johnnie Walker Blue
CS: oh yes your yanks are celbrating tonight
DJTween: arf
CS: parthos, the austins are the dogs
CS: there is nowhere to go
DJTween: Yeah, I hear they have some good canine friends ;)
CS: your so called liberty
Monsieur Pathos: A ruff life indeed.
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Principalpoop: thank you tween
CS: lol patos
DJTween: It's fun for me :-)
Principalpoop: make noise with your penis
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
frankensteinbaume: the second most contracted disease in Arizona is Valley Fever. The first is chalmydia.
CS: tweeny does his best
Principalpoop: the singing penis
Principalpoop: reminds me of the groove tube
frankensteinbaume: wow
CS: booby chew for men too.
DJTween: bought the tech to do the Sunday show at RFD, and since clem wasn't interested any more, here I am
Monsieur Pathos: My flag was at half staff in Flagstaff, and she was very attractive.
frankensteinbaume: scythes are too big to carr in public, I guess.
||||||||| 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/'
CS: clem lost interest or health or whar, tween>
frankensteinbaume: 4 inch scissors only, kids.
DJTween: You'll have to ask him
CS: i have no idea wqhich ah clem is here
DJTween: in any event, worked out well :)
Dexter Fong: Cat: I don't think *that* clem has ever been here
Monsieur Pathos: As we like it.
Principalpoop: lovely
frankensteinbaume: preemy mums complain a lot.
CS: good point, dex
CS: bummer
Principalpoop: i prefer a hummer
frankensteinbaume: wonderful
Dexter Fong: We've had several versions of "clem" here but not bambi's clem
CS: you know, folks, i am in the muddle of composing hours of firesign stuff for their new radio stationl so can you dex et al
CS: not just albums but ideas
Principalpoop: what software do you use for sampling?
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Monsieur Pathos: It has been almost real, as usual. Off to "Wonderland at Night" in the dark skies of Moorpark just west of Colfax. Happy 4th!
||||||||| DJTween scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 11:21 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
CS: cex,thart sucks, but so does life
||||||||| At 11:21 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: Night MP
Principalpoop: fast tween
Dexter Fong: and Night Tweeny
frankensteinbaume: a pleasure. fast food no fast think yes
frankensteinbaume: ood night
Monsieur Pathos: Night Fong.
CS: i think tween can do a show for ft radio
Monsieur Pathos: It has been almost real, as usual. Off to "Wonderland at Night" in the dark skies of Moorpark just west of Colfax. Happy 4th!
Monsieur Pathos: As we like it.
Monsieur Pathos: My flag was at half staff in Flagstaff, and she was very attractive.
Monsieur Pathos: A ruff life indeed.
Dexter Fong: and I too am in the wind...I think it's one of those willies
Monsieur Pathos: That Austin has gone to the dogs again.
Monsieur Pathos: Enjoy EW!
Monsieur Pathos: Fong is a preservative, not a liberal.
Monsieur Pathos: Just got ousted by a server and it wasn't Serena.
Principalpoop: oodles
CS: the austins are dogs
Principalpoop: the bus already, be well all well be
||||||||| At 11:23 PM, Principalpoop rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
CS: i am a cat
Dexter Fong: Pathos: Are you mucking about with this chat, cause all the things you've typed keep popping up?
CS: that'sx a way of interpreting realirty
CS: bye ansd fuck you poop
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lt_Bradshaw - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Bozo - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: See yah next week Cat
CS: yeah i might be more sober then but i am committerd to do an hour show a wek and an hour of radio requirees a week's produc9tio9n
CS: we do what we can
CS: cat fades away
||||||||| 11:27 PM -- CS left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
||||||||| ansai - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| frankensteinbaume - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:44 PM: Woody 1 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Woody 1: On the road again. I just can't wait to get ran over on the road again. Hi, all.
Woody 1: Lily: I will when my ship comes in or get a windfall of some sort.
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
FlyingO: Aloha everyone. It's been positively lovely. Mahalo!
||||||||| "Hey FlyingO!" ... FlyingO turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:10 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Chatto into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 2:07 AM, then departs.
||||||||| Chatto sneaks away to The Chapel...
||||||||| 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:
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
EWeston
FlyingO
frankensteinbaume
Jack Coutoe
jahgust
jim
jp
Lil
marq
Monsieur Pathos
More Sugar
Nimmie
Number_6
Papoon
Principalpoop
Rogrr
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Woody 1
Zero Ohms

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