||||||||| 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 18, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'mistabumpy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 3:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... mistabumpy: Wha ?!?.... ||||||||| It's 3:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mistabumpy - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:28 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| ruthless steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rocket J. Squirrel close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Rocket J. Squirrel: I am not much fun, I fell right over... DJTween: Evenin' folks ||||||||| 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: Happy Mandela Day Rocket J. Squirrel: I am seeing an ever widening door opening in that pyramid... DJTween: Don't go in there son! DJTween: There's bees & spiders! ||||||||| charliechance enters at 8:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| 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) - HAPPY MANDELA DAY' ||||||||| Catherwood says "8:49 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs charliechance by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door DJTween: Hello Charles DJTween: ** Tonight's fare is Lawyer's Hospital ||||||||| tirebiter enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hi Georgie tirebiter: there seems to be some green letters in here DJTween: Catherwood is Irish ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to DJTween and mumbles "My ears are burning..." Rocket J. Squirrel: More greens ||||||||| 8:54 PM: jaypea jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTween: Hi Jaypea ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 8:55 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving squeeze_the_wheeze coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hey Wheezy Rocket J. Squirrel: I found this copy of Naked Lunch in this rice paddy I was in... DJTween: Dropped by the Enola McLuhan? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's CS, just back from Vancouver." DJTween: Hi cease jaypea: let's see wha this baby can do... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Captain Equinox into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 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 Principalpoop falls out at 8:58 PM. DJTween: Hi Capt CS: Hi Tween, chatters Rocket J. Squirrel: as a matter of fact, that was the bomber plane's name tirebiter: i've pirated the pirates starring the reverand bob tackle http://greatdome.net/wmv.content/martain.wmv DJTween: Hey P Captain Equinox: Hello, Seekers! Principalpoop: oye como va ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTween: Hey EW tirebiter: is it sudden death or sudden victory? Rocket J. Squirrel: que pasa hombre, got any gold? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Rumpl4skn into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 18, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" tirebiter: i've got a lid in the car ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM bus from Moorefield pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Beet: Absent way too long. On time tonight. Hi gang. DJTween: Sudden immortality, or sudden death? DJTween: Hi Rump, Beet EWeston: Hey Tweeny really jazzed to be here! ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:00 PM, dragging Suzi by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Rumpl4skn: HI. DJTween: Hi Suzy Beet: Nice to see you DJ CS: i remember an ad for jackson browne from the magic mushroom show EWeston: And beet rumple howdy too ||||||||| chetutley sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: oh suzi Q Suzi : Hi Beet: Hi, EW ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:01 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs chetutley by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door tirebiter: my god the chat is disappearing! Rumpl4skn: I'm a virgin chatter here. Go easy with me. DJTween: Suzy Cream Cheese? Principalpoop: cs again, a flash from the past flash EWeston: Do not be intimidared...or else. ||||||||| 9:02 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Captain Equinox: Not to be torturing me! shoes for the dead: howdy all tirebiter: that'cally impossibe. EWeston: Sweat it out, Mr Young Guy! Suzi : Hi DJTween: Hi Shoes Beet: Howdy Shoes shoes for the dead: hi tween
Rumpl4skn -) EWeston: Hey suzi, Captn, Pooper and anyone else here, or might be here. tirebiter: it's earlier in the midwest does it seem later there? Rumpl4skn: hmm..... this thing erased my eyes shoes for the dead: later than when? tirebiter: yes it looks for the dirty stuff Principalpoop: me, myself and I agree, on that at least Rumpl4skn: I have to go to work tonight at 9pm, so I'm just here for the foreplay. Captain Equinox: *honk honk* EWeston: As Rocky said,"don't settle for the guts. Go for the eyes!" tirebiter: the new 3.0 firesign chat test version being tested at fermilabls lets nly the funny chat through shoes for the dead: yummy anchovy opium eyes ||||||||| "9:05 PM? 9:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Studebaker should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Studebaker enters and sits in the comfy chair. Rocket J. Squirrel: How do I make my voice do this? tirebiter: and takes the o ot of only Captain Equinox: you said titular Rocket J. Squirrel: I know a girl with nice titulars Rumpl4skn: they're bresticles tirebiter: are the actual firesign uning their pseudonyms or are they using them? EWeston: Unconcious animal instinct sounds? shoes for the dead: don't squeeze the wheeze Rumpl4skn: uning ||||||||| 9:07 PM: nicky nicky nicky 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!" DJTween: If FST members come in here, their names will be in red DJTween: Hi Nicky tirebiter: you lie! Rumpl4skn: because they're communists DJTween: yes, All Hail Marx and Lennon! tirebiter: grateful analysts EWeston: Columnists? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - LAWYER’S HOSPITAL - 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 - (out of print, but available on YouTube)' Rumpl4skn: columnist agitators Beet: Thes guys must have spent amazing hours in front of the tube. nicky nicky nicky: hi all, tires inflated and ready to go Rufus_T_Firetween: ** LAWYER’S HOSPITAL at Firesigntheatre.com >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln tirebiter: glued EWeston: And the crossbeams is a shakin ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Rocket J. Squirrel: Porgy! Porgy Tirebiter! Beet: Love those silverfish shoes for the dead: shakin mad bwams? shoes for the dead: beams EWeston: Pop pop pop tirebiter: damn theyre quick and probably on drugs Principalpoop: hardlining on the big channels Rocket J. Squirrel: Oh, it ain't no use If you ain't got the boost ... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:11 PM, dragging the e_ectr_cian by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" DJTween: The Mental Minority lol Rumpl4skn: probly drunk, drivin' around EWeston: I like to eat my Looseners in the rain DJTween: Hi Mr. Lectric tirebiter: my dad likes wheel of fortune but he also like certain mtv music videos witth sound off ||||||||| Studebaker leaves at 9:12 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..." Rumpl4skn: Sound off! 1 2! Tree Frog 3 4! Rumpl4skn: no, that was wrong DJTween: Hi Studebaker EWeston: Kune Town tirebiter: man the baker hardly sunk the bobber Principalpoop: where is edsel, ethel Rumpl4skn: Hound dog kune town tree frog... I's White! EWeston: I parked it in the awimming pool, why? Rocket J. Squirrel: Did I mention I hail from Spasmodic? ||||||||| dude tiptoes in around 9:14 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Beet: Ethel can't afFord Edsel DJTween: Yo dude tirebiter: oh god Principalpoop: oh dude, i'd be in trouble if you left me now EWeston: S'ok, I'm a Hong Kong Fireworks Brigade Vet m'self shoes for the dead: hey dood tirebiter: smelllike victory Principalpoop: we can beet around that bush all night Beet: Thank you EWeston: I don't know my nose burnt off tirebiter: i'm guessing under all that greasepaint you still want to go out on tour Principalpoop: borscht EWeston: It saves on the ol lighting bill Beet: kazoondheit Principalpoop: yowzah tirebiter: we have some fine young venues here in madison EWeston: Whiplash! DJTween: I've heard good things about Madison DJTween: or Mad City, as some say Principalpoop: the girls of kodak, under-developed and over-exposed CS: the austin of wisconsin? tirebiter: comfortable electric chairs for your audiences viewing enterainment Rocket J. Squirrel: Ah Madison- just south of Smegma EWeston: Thank you MR. Pronoucer! Rocket J. Squirrel: Rex Bogusz was a great actor Rufus_T_Firetween: Might be, cease Principalpoop: on wisconsin, as they say Beet: Spazmodic? EWeston: Don't get him a Praticia Zunt together. The scales will fly. ||||||||| little ricky sashays in at 9:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. shoes for the dead: who are "they"? DJTween: Hi Ricky Principalpoop: and the isles fo langrehand DJTween: THEM little ricky: knock nock Rocket J. Squirrel: Where is the sitting room? I would like to wait there... Beet: I'll bite, who's there? Principalpoop: what good is sitting alone in your room? tirebiter: monk was down here when the union protests were going on ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Lil', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... shoes for the dead: they must be on wisconsin to say something like that EWeston: He's not for sale DJTween: Hi Lil Principalpoop: oh lil Principalpoop: kiss me quick Rufus_T_Firetween: ** LAWYER’S HOSPITAL at Firesigntheatre.com >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln Principalpoop: too late, and no tongue Lil: {plunging-type noise] Principalpoop: zowie, now that is what I call a kiss Lil: LOL Hi gang tirebiter: medical marijuana? ha! walker will institue free soma dispensors in every high school! EWeston: She mean to Pooper? Rocket J. Squirrel: brb, have to go help Porcelain make the bed... Lil: Nope he likes it that way shoes for the dead: no. he like it that way CS: Hi Lil Principalpoop: hehe ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:23 PM, then departs. Lil: Is there an echo in here? DJTween: Hi Pico Lil: Hi boys and gals tirebiter: don't trip on the astrolabe Principalpoop: shooting reds and yellows all day again? Pico & Alvarado: hello! EWeston: No but there's one over there. Principalpoop: a gram is better than a damn ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| the e_ectr_cian - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ruthless - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... tirebiter: all of this coming and going makes me want to drive a cadillac past an oil well Rocket J. Squirrel: Exorcism needed! Principalpoop: he was a noruth kind of guy Lil: Have I missed the walletectomy? tirebiter: ruth is over rated Principalpoop: no but the fox did tirebiter: be suing you Rocket J. Squirrel: Necessity sent me Beet: Does that mean that "ruthless" could be a good thing? EWeston: So your ruthless? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php ||||||||| "9:26 PM? 9:26 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pNose II should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pNose II enters and sits at the bar. tirebiter: better dead than red Rufus_T_Firetween: You are required to have at least one ruth to join this chat Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Mr. Mayor Principalpoop: i ate my baby ruth EWeston: Per ther Dept of Redundancy Dept. Rocket J. Squirrel: I have to go! Please be safe to each other! shoes for the dead: i have half a ruth and half a jude pNose II: just another mouse in the house ||||||||| Around 9:28 PM, Rocket J. Squirrel walks off into the sunset... EWeston: By Rocky tirebiter: the twinkies will be smaller but i hear they will be laced Principalpoop: wait, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat, ahh shucks Pico & Alvarado: buy rockie DJTween: Safety is our motto he at Ralph Spoilsport's New and Used Body Parts Pico & Alvarado: do you know the way to the headless body farm? EWeston: Visit our Stemed cell section 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 ||||||||| DadSir2U bounds in at 9:31 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Pico & Alvarado: no tv Pico & Alvarado: more high-balls DJTween: Hey Daddy-O ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's Hagerine, just back from Elmertown." DJTween: Hi Hagerine DadSir2U: thank you fellow kids Rufus_T_Firetween: ** LAWYER’S HOSPITAL at Firesigntheatre.com >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln EWeston: What is reality! shoes for the dead: hey U tirebiter: i wonder if they print this stuff up mix it with wheat paste and make pinatas DJTween: Excellent question, EW Pico & Alvarado: What's really going on? Pico & Alvarado: was real tirebiter: he broke the president EWeston: We're all the dream of a giant dead cat names, Fred Pico & Alvarado: large DJTween: Whaz Reel? Pico & Alvarado: wuz real EWeston: This is the second reel Pico & Alvarado: of this vintage motion picture EWeston: High school madness. tirebiter: reality is when conscenciousness takes a back seat to the air conditioner DJTween: Where's Dexter? Principalpoop: don't make me go existential on your ass... Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong? CS: maybe he melted Pico & Alvarado: could be could be EWeston: I think I'm a farter Principalpoop: poin dexter baby DadSir2U: this jimmy clicker bit is a real fave Beet: I think he's doing Paul Harvey DJTween: Didn't some of this end up on the Papoon re-release, cease? Pico & Alvarado: nude oil Principalpoop: batteries recharging, i have no stream EWeston: Yep Beet tirebiter: i hear the firesign has some brain electrodes they haven't used yet and have only safley tested on animals DJTween: lol CS: not sure, tween. i dont have that ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:38 PM, dragging Zero Ohms by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" DJTween: pretty sure tirebiter: check is shoes! Pico & Alvarado: golf rat shoot DJTween: Hi Z-O EWeston: Next Elmer Fudd Man or myth Pico & Alvarado: dive Zero Ohms: Hey DJT! tirebiter: resembles wisconsins attorney general and top mason shoes for the dead: fudd- cross dresser Lil: I heard it was tested on squirrels with little zippers on their suits tirebiter: apron wearer Zero Ohms: Everybody stay on camera! ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| pNose II - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Rumpl4skn - dead from measles ||||||||| little ricky - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: mason tops, time to put up the peaches Beet: Shades of Dick Chebey EWeston: Bugs lead him into it tirebiter: damn i thought there was a cure Beet: I meant Cheney Pico & Alvarado: bill sumatra Captain Equinox: Smashed a rat flat Principalpoop: lon or junior? Zero Ohms: Oh my duck his pants have just disappeared! shoes for the dead: cheney the dick tirebiter: the real cheney is carefully preserved next to michael jackson for future reanimation EWeston: It has been six weks since Madge and donny Rowlinson pulled up roots and were arrested by the parks dept. EWeston: The mandrake screamed shoes for the dead: the Jack Poet ads are great Lil: Pardon me if I snore Principalpoop: the drake relays DJTween: The videos of Jack Poet are lots of fun ||||||||| Merlyn waltzes in at 9:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. CS: best real ads they ever did Principalpoop: ronfler is to snore in french, much nicer sounding DJTween: Hey Merlyn shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween EWeston: Hi Meryl Principalpoop: HI M Merlyn: hey dj CS: hi merl tirebiter: my god what a knocker Merlyn: hey e,c Beet: Just one? Principalpoop: waltzing merlyna Pico & Alvarado: poet car EWeston: Of course , the other vanished mysteriously Principalpoop: i am obsidious Lil: Yes!!! WBAI tirebiter: caught in the door with neon noodle Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln EWeston: And there is no cure. DadSir2U: wow steve post ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ZNACHKI” (WBAI 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' Lil: I used to have two knockers but one vanished mysteriously Beet: I am a proud owner CS: i dont recall hearing this before shoes for the dead: really Cs? Beet: of Duke not boobs CS: the time period is from their eastern tour of 1970, several shows of which are on DOMM Captain Equinox: Thank you, Mistress. EWeston: Victim of a wandering space time discontinuity? Rufus_T_Firetween: aren't we all... Captain Equinox: Love my DOMM Zero Ohms: Victims of Mark Time? Lil: Obviously FST was familiar with the types of calls into BAI EWeston: Hoist on me own pettard! ||||||||| A Clem steps in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: Hi Clem A Clem: Hi Principalpoop: there is the other knocker, thanks shoes for the dead: hey Clem tirebiter: more shameless promotion of great piriated scientifically compressed web video of nick danger action! http://greatdome.net/danger/ EWeston: Those door knockers, they're reproducing! CS: ossman got his start at wbai in late 50s Rufus_T_Firetween: Didn't know his radio career went back that far Pico & Alvarado: proud knocker Principalpoop: did he dress like dobbie gillis? tirebiter: the wisc public tv shoot was excellent EWeston: Knocker stalker Zero Ohms: Orlike Maynard G. Crebbs? tirebiter: the "thunderball" Principalpoop: ahh gilligan, and the skipper too ||||||||| zoe steps in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. tirebiter: gilligan loved the weed tirebiter: blue light special on knockers! Principalpoop: is that right? say it ain't so little buddy 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 Pico & Alvarado: rebus cannabis Beet: I knew a guy who was in a sect-less marriage zoe: newbie here.. glad to find y'all CS: chat has been going on since 95 EWeston: Hi Zoe have fun Principalpoop: hello zoe, wadda you know? shoes for the dead: hey Zoe, have a seat on your oen stool tirebiter: zoe i've got a pictue of you-- http://greatdome.net/zoe.gif i think it was a french atomic drink from the 40's Beet: I like your name zoe: not much about snow Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones Pico & Alvarado: my angry Lil: Welcome Zoe ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hagerine - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... zoe: awwww, you found me out! lol Beet: what are your angry about tirebiter: ;) Principalpoop: speaking of atomic piles, oops wrong chat Pico & Alvarado: fire digesting cannabals tirebiter: many that lived are over 140 by now EWeston: Pull up a flaming poker and get comfy Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store and at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html Principalpoop: johnny, won't you please come home, oh johnny zoe: <--too old to multitask methinks..listening, reading, responding -- oh the humanity! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** RADIO FREE OZ PODCASTS >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ tirebiter: i was introduced to chinchillas and playboy magazine at nearly the same time EWeston: You can't pull that trick on me,I know it ain;t snowin! Zero Ohms: What, wait, I'm watching Crowley's 'Hexercize' CS: my uncle used to raise chinchillas in the 50s. cute animals EWeston: Duz your wif know ziz? zoe: sofffft critters Principalpoop: never too old, just keep your eye on the ball, damn my eye fell out, just a minute zoe: lol Beet: Mutant Blue tirebiter: i did find a colorized version of it's a wonderful life shoes for the dead: fireprof EWeston: This animal is entirely synthetic! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: wolverines were just another badger when I was a kid Beet: You can out cigarettes out on them tirebiter: this parrot is dead! oh that's a rival comedy group Beet: My tiping is terrible tonight Principalpoop: i'm a lumberjack, oops shoes for the dead: outing cigarettes? Zero Ohms: try tipping 15% CS: better bad typing than bad tipping tirebiter: they control the keys zoe: what about comedic kumbayah??? Beet: put for out I know EWeston: We're hoping to get it out of hock soon. shoes for the dead: they call 'em fags.... Principalpoop: excuse me while i kumbayah on the way to the bar Zero Ohms: Principlepoop, you're needed onstage for the next skit EWeston: Bad cow tipping, you don't wanna. Principalpoop: i had no nap today, you all must suffer with me, hahahahaha cough cough Zero Ohms: How do find a bad cow ||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mr.Wilmer coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. CS: better no nap than no lap tirebiter: there's this huge grey area next to my chat room DJTween: Wilmerrrrr EWeston: Your email quarter is on the way. Beet: Give him somethingfor that cough Principalpoop: that is the truth cat Mr.Wilmer: < cough couch > Pico & Alvarado: have a blue moss Mr.Wilmer: <: kaf - kaf > zoe: <--can;t get dy-dyainu outta my head, I hate when that happens tirebiter: willllber. why aren'tcha in there with cccarrrol? Principalpoop: couchie couchie you too cutie pie Mr.Wilmer: < assorted other comical wheezing noises > EWeston: They're the ones smoking segars and reading the hose racing news Beet: Here's a quarter Zero Ohms: I've already turned into a crow Principalpoop: caw caw and they went in a direction they never saw before 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 shoes for the dead: a forth of whay? EWeston: Next a gnu? shoes for the dead: what tirebiter: flash was one of the superheros EWeston: Ampere Watt pleased to meetcha Principalpoop: yes, putting your mouse over those sections does nothing Mr.Wilmer: "Caw Caw , Where's My Pa? Gone To The Firehouse Haw haw haw! Principalpoop: ohm ohm on the range tirebiter: i only pirate for science Mr.Wilmer: What was that part after "Don't forget." ? EWeston: Where was secreted the sacred ohwattamp Principalpoop: and never remember EWeston: To, maybe DJTween: ** If your chat page stops auto-refreshing for some reason, manually refresh the page and it should start auto-refreshing again tirebiter: thin out that dogma with some rhetoric Principalpoop: its been such a long exposition Mr.Wilmer: Kick that dogma to the curb! DJTween: needs some catma EWeston: Then add an expensive katchup ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Osman'sGoat close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. Pico & Alvarado: more science high Principalpoop: catmandu and veronica too Mr.Wilmer: Unman that hand you Goat! Beet: I've been playing katchup this whole time tirebiter: i'm using the explorer 8 browser explicitly designed to frustrate and delay Principalpoop: coffee, towel, border, may I see your passssspooooort pleeeeeese EWeston: Grab onto the fork on the end of this stick zoe: for your next three words in feline... Osman'sGoat: OK, Now what shoes for the dead: assault tax EWeston: Now your future begins Principalpoop: open your books to chapter 8 and begin reading Pico & Alvarado: cax up ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| nicky nicky nicky - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Suzi - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| A Clem - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr.Wilmer: << raspberrish noise >> Pico & Alvarado: yesterday starts tomarrow shoes for the dead: my book only has 7 chapters EWeston: The modernday epicac? Zero Ohms: And right into a great sandstone building tirebiter: the ezekial ufo landing will be our next topic Mr.Wilmer: I'll be the son of Hula Dancer ... now they've let the air out of my shoes! Principalpoop: how impolite, see me after class mister wilmer Mr.Wilmer: << slowly deflates into the sunset >> Principalpoop: the dog wants out, like swartznagger, i'll be bact EWeston: I'll be Gladis tirebiter: i ripped a couple of pages from ezikial - scanned them and then posted them online Zero Ohms: Me, I'm sitting in a tree and learning to play the flute Beet: Who's the guy in the left channel? tirebiter: i had to split the lid with the sound guy shoes for the dead: the dj? CS: the wbai guy zoe: la rive gauche Beet: Oh Beet: Thanks zoe: or not DJTween: fffffffffhhhhhhhht - thanks tirebiter Beet: Don't Bogart Lil: That's the host of the show tirebiter: man those lids were only 15 dollars then EWeston: Gokarts is more fun
DJTween passes to Beet shoes for the dead: a teas child? Lil: Yeah too poor for that now Zero Ohms: Hey tirebiter, got anything for an acid stomach? Beet: Made from my own sandals shoes for the dead: laughing cow and mescaline,Z EWeston: YEEAAAAaaa tirebiter: my drafting t.a. in high school challenged me and a friend to finish a bag of vietnamese overnight and we couldn't do it Beet: Higher education Pico & Alvarado: Is real EWeston: SE asia had some potent stuff back then
DJTween wonders if this is where Python got the "Big Nose Argument" bit for Life Of Brian ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Nancy Faber', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... tirebiter: i aced that drafting course thogh and the guy that gave me his plots to copy from later became a high school principal shoes for the dead: they called it Ganja on Java shoes for the dead: came from Sumatra Beet: I never had anything from the Eastern Hemisphere. Darn EWeston: Ever run accross the packaged MJ from Thialand? Pico & Alvarado: the rat! EWeston: No MJ cigarettes shoes for the dead: we bought it in envelopes behind the post office CS: thai sticks and stones my break my bones, but names will never stone me Beet: I was OK with Columbian though zoe: buhbye folks.. it's been real shoes for the dead: real what? CS: come again ||||||||| Around 10:22 PM, zoe walks off into the sunset... Beet: 'Bye Zoe. I hope we didn't scare you off. Principalpoop: back, stoners EWeston: Bye Zoe come back Zero Ohms: zoe will be asked to leave the future immediately Pico & Alvarado: wuz real Principalpoop: reality is a crutch Beet: You can't talk to Zue that way! EWeston: TRying to put a fuse yp there, really! Beet: I mean Zoe shoes for the dead: rial is money Principalpoop: you cannot call zwe zue EWeston: Giving brith to plutocrats everywhere. Pico & Alvarado: what is reality Principalpoop: ogliarchy because they mispelled ugly Lil: Liking this BAI thing DJ EWeston: And we're not afraid of it either CS: completely new to me Zero Ohms: I'll be leaving the future myself. Remeber, I said Live it or Live with it! ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Mr.Wilmer - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: grumble batteries recharging, grumble ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ZNACHKI” (WBAI 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 - you can buy Firesign albums, books and other cool goodies at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php' EWeston: Zap on Ohms tirebiter: man had a bum trip and had to send an error report Principalpoop: no shorts ohms shoes for the dead: swine hunt? ||||||||| "10:25 PM? 10:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jacki should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jacki enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. EWeston: No Ohms in shorts! Principalpoop: ack tongue Pico & Alvarado: dead from too much meat Pico & Alvarado: Chow Z tirebiter: tazes like chicken! Principalpoop: jackie and late, sitting in a tree, k i s s i n g Pico & Alvarado: ack tongue late: damn, missed again - what's on tap for next week? EWeston: Soon they'll be asking to be married, sigh. tirebiter: ill bet the entire firesign l.a. staff are all watching this on gigantic high definition sets Principalpoop: i see virgo rising thats a very good sign Rufus_T_Firetween: Watching in Hi-Fi StereoVision EWeston: That's not suprising. We're not surprised Principalpoop: you too can relive the fun and excitement of firesign chats in the cheese logs, all these chats are archivededed Principalpoop: i want the voice of jack nicholson, or a bert lahr to be my voice in the remake hehe shoes for the dead: in the depsrtment of redundancy department tirebiter: i would also think theyre moving these letters fro side to side to fill up all this empty space- and theyr'e probably putting their own pictures there that we can't see EWeston: Mars venus pluto, and goofy have all moved into your house Principalpoop: angry birds on top of my rapier like wit retorts, rats Beet: Are they talking about Broderick Crawford? tirebiter: the banned disney house EWeston: Gesunhtit! tirebiter: on the illegal disney channel Principalpoop: is that the filthy disney house with the naked women and stuff? yowzah Beet: Annette Funicello naked? tirebiter: i was a cable guy for eight years. i know the inside stuff tirebiter: it was dirty Principalpoop: i would do annette shoes for the dead: licking they're privates Rufus_T_Firetween: Did you know Larry The Cable Guy? EWeston: And sargents tirebiter: we rebuilt him Pico & Alvarado: back to the future Beet: All cable guys know each other Rufus_T_Firetween: It's when they start licking seargents that you have to start worrying tirebiter: better faster EWeston: Its bold. shoes for the dead: no time for sargents EWeston: OK Chief! Principalpoop: did you see the absolutely greatest moment on tv? they remade the opening to simon and simon... tirebiter: they're still waiting for larry's memory chip Principalpoop: ahhh 80s tv EWeston: Second City daze shoes for the dead: this bit is great!!thanks Tween Beet: They're making me hungray and I just ate! Principalpoop:http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/12/jon-hamm-paul-rudd-star-simon-simon_n_1962070.html DJTween: You are most very welcome :-) late: i always get hungry listening to them eat Beet: I can't even splell tirebiter: i'm waiting for firesign and peewee to team up and do that saturday morning thing Principalpoop: yes thank you tween DJTween: Let's Eat!! EWeston: Morse Sugar! shoes for the dead: It's Still Warm!!!! Principalpoop: the video is private, i should have tested first, i am an ass, sorry tirebiter: it's your football now. don't lose possesion. late: how did lawyer's hospital turn out? nsa monitoring interfere? DJTween: brb Beet: Say Thank You - Not with your mouth full Principalpoop: close the curtain fred tirebiter: the yol's barely got to go interactive tirebiter: yolks shoes for the dead: you eat, i'll talk late: they never come up into the hills EWeston: Look at this steaming Heap!! ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Jacki - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| jaypea - dead from measles ||||||||| Nancy Faber - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: lydia, oh lydia Beet: Hot Dog! tirebiter: i don't know. eat the quarter or pay tv? tough call yolks EWeston: Do you have a pencil? shoes for the dead: yes ido shoes for the dead: a #2 Beet: Wht's the point (of a pencil)? EWeston: Nuts I really wanted a crayon Principalpoop: did you remember to carry the bum? good now... tirebiter: does the yellow paint come off in your mouth or is it the good kind ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mr.Wilmer in through the front door at 10:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. shoes for the dead: i used to listen to Radio Moscow tirebiter: i can smell the parchment EWeston: Gotta field marschall's bottom in my knapsack Mr.Wilmer: < notes Catherwood has two left cues > ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Mr.Wilmer and queries "Do you have something for me to do?" late: Offer not good after curfew in sectors R and N Mr.Wilmer: Yes, Catherwood , take this to the Ab and have it Lanalized! ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mr.Wilmer and yells "oh, fuck off Mr.Wilmer!" Beet: What's the top made of? tirebiter: the pipe in the green room! EWeston: He can be testy Mr.Wilmer: < fucks off , awkwardly , with a limp. > Mr.Wilmer: Oh that Catherwood! What a wag! ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Mr.Wilmer and says "My ears are burning..." tirebiter: i test all my web video for purity of essence Mr.Wilmer: < spits in Catherwoods ear. > ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mr.Wilmer and says "Would you like something?" shoes for the dead: aha!poe Beet: Where is Phil going? tirebiter:http://www.greatdome.net/b52 EWeston: I seen em they got tassels! ||||||||| Around 10:45 PM, tirebiter walks off into the sunset... Mr.Wilmer: Only if George Harrison dedicated it to Regis Philbin. Principalpoop: all things must pass, said the fox EWeston: How bout Rience Prebius!!! Principalpoop: is that the new ford hybrid? EWeston: Stuck in the no pass lane Mr.Wilmer: Savoy Snuffluffigus! CS: this is the longest firesign interview i've ever heard shoes for the dead: they really took over Principalpoop: longer than anyone evers been gone before DJTween: The new Ford Fusion hybrid is rated 47/47, which is not terrible for a car of its size Mr.Wilmer: Or perhaps you've just gotten shorter? Beet: Eat it! Mr.Wilmer: Catherwood! Come out from behind that potted palm! ||||||||| Catherwood comes out from behind that potted palm. EWeston: Is that damn mobile horizon! DJTween: I hear they're working on a full-electric version of the Focus Mr.Wilmer: Don't Do That! shoes for the dead: what happened to the other 6% Tween? Beet: The horizon is moving up Principalpoop: wilmer, didn't I see you in casablanca? they made you the patsy EWeston: Got my eye on an electric motocycle shoes for the dead: (not even 7%) DJTween: That'd be cool Principalpoop: oops, the other bogart movie, maltese falcon Mr.Wilmer: Don't make me go all Maltese on yer Falcon,pal! DJTween: They rent electric bicycles in Austin Principalpoop: not the african queen or key west either EWeston: Gonna put playing cards on the spokes so it makes a groovy noise. Mr.Wilmer: You , keep riding me ,Jack! Beet: Key Largo? DJTween: The other 6% is an energy tax paid to Albert Gore shoes for the dead: no, only half a key Principalpoop: yes largo, with the sharks and james bond, thunderball Beet: lol Tween shoes for the dead: Al must be juiced by now Mr.Wilmer: Personally , I think professional Thunderball players are payed too much! Principalpoop: so you are glad we got bush instead of gore huh, okay Principalpoop: you are thinking of rollerball, with james cain EWeston: Zero G zombieheadball is the coming thing Mr.Wilmer: Nobody likes their Bush Gored! Lil: Wow that's Marshall Efron hosting Lil: Thought I recogized that voice DJTween: Yes P, I'm such a huge fan of Shrub Principalpoop: efron zimbalist junior ||||||||| "10:53 PM? 10:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Happy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Happy enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Mr.Wilmer: So behind on you kids and your red bull fuelled sports! Lil: I'll be damned Poop you're awake shoes for the dead: who is he, Lil? Principalpoop: bonsoir happy, ca va? EWeston: We do it now falling off of cliffs Principalpoop: punchy hah, but still swinging Lil: Fairly well-known humorist in NYC shoes for the dead: ok Mr.Wilmer: Happy , climb out of the firplace and pull up an asbestos stool. ||||||||| 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' ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'DadSir2U', just granted probation at 10:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Lil: Bob Fass used to have him calling in a lot ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr.Wilmer: WHAMMY! Principalpoop: i loved black's response to texas Lil: Here have a hot kiss at the end of this wet fist EWeston: They got Pico Principalpoop: and alvarado, wow shoes for the dead: hee hee poop Mr.Wilmer: OW! My Other Eye! EWeston: Trubo foreplay? Principalpoop: a fisting site, oh come on now Mr.Wilmer: Why does Catherwood keep letting the Reaper in to begin with? ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Mr.Wilmer EWeston: Or furbo, or furball, turbo? Mr.Wilmer: Damn B.O.C. fans! ||||||||| 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/' Mr.Wilmer: Go Lily Go! EWeston: C's like an Igore, speak his name, and he's at your shoulder. shoes for the dead: Beatles Latvian? i thought it was thr Strolling Estonians Mr.Wilmer: Catherwood is more like a reoccuring sore. ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Mr.Wilmer and inquires "Do you have something for me to do?" EWeston: No room for Lithwanians Principalpoop: a bad penny, oops thats me Beet: Midnight In Moscow! Mr.Wilmer: Yes , Catherwood , find The Lavian beatles! ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Mr.Wilmer and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: i can get sierra del freugo Mr.Wilmer: Not quite the same , but we've got no Chuck Barris. CS: bye ||||||||| CS departs at 11:00 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Beet: This was thoroughly enjoyable. Thanks again Tween. G'Night all. shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!! bye all EWeston: Me too by all Principalpoop: night cat, i guess that is the bus, night all late: what is planned for next week? Merlyn: thanks again tween Principalpoop: yes, thanks tween, night ||||||||| Merlyn is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:00 PM. Principalpoop: thanks m DJTween: Thanks for joining us, folks :) Mr.Wilmer: Alfs Wienerstain! ||||||||| At 11:01 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| EWeston departs at 11:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| "11:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mr.Wilmer, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "11:02 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Lil: Great show DJ thanks ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Lil: Made it out alive Lil: Night perople Lil: Or people even ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| late - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Happy - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Lil - dead from measles ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Woody 1 waltzes in at 11:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Woody 1 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Woody 1 exits at 11:40 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Buck's Older Brother inside, makes a note of the time (11:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bassbignbad close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Bassbignbad - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Buck's Older Brother - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Osman'sGoat - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
A Clem
Beet
Captain Equinox
CS
DadSir2U
DJTween
EWeston
jaypea
late
Lil
little ricky
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Mr.Wilmer
nicky nicky nicky
Osman'sGoat
Pico & Alvarado
pNose II
Principalpoop
Rocket J. Squirrel
Rufus_T_Firetween
Rumpl4skn
shoes for the dead
Suzi
tirebiter
Zero Ohms
zoe
