||||||||| 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 25, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:05 AM and late as usual, it's Buck's Older Brother Buck, just back from Hellmouth." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes some tones on a small xylophone and says "It is noon in New York this day of July 25, 2013 "- then a trapdoor opens up and swallows him. ||||||||| It's 12:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Buck's Older Brother Buck - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 8:13 PM: DJTween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:13 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning 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)' ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| "8:46 PM? 8:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Megimp should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Megimp enters and sits at the bar. Megimp: hi ||||||||| ozonekid enters at 8:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Evenin' folks Megimp: hi im coming in for a short time and what i'd like is a good discography please of firesign theater albums Rufus_T_Firetween: Sure, just a second Rufus_T_Firetween: This is the most complete one I've found so far >> http://dmdb.org/discographies/firesign.disco.html ||||||||| 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 martian ambassador falls out at 8:53 PM. Megimp: i talked with one of the fs members by phone for a school project he met my brother and he had a baby girl in 1991 Megimp: who might that have been? Rufus_T_Firetween: Here's the Firesign Media link >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte Megimp: thank you martian ambassador: Gentle persons from my past's future, my tribe knew/knows so much of your work, by heart... We never forget to pump our shoes, despite all evidence that someone has indeed again - broke the president ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:54 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Rufus_T_Firetween: Sounds like Peter Bergman. His daughter Lily would be about that age Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi EW ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:55 PM, dragging Merlyn by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" DJTween: Hi Merlyn EWeston: But you can call me Gladiz. Evening all Merlyn: hey tween. -- yeah, my guess would be Bergman too Megimp: perhaps hes still alive? Merlyn: he's the one that died 1.5 years ago, unfortunately Merlyn: March of last year DJTween: Yep :( Megimp: oh:) Megimp: well he was very nice , lived in santa monica i think? Merlyn: Here's his LA times obit: http://articles.latimes.com/2012/mar/10/local/la-me-peter-bergman-20120310 ||||||||| 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 Pico & Alvarado disembarks at 8:58 PM. Merlyn: yes, I was at his Santa Monica home a few times Megimp: really down to earth Merlyn: later he moved near Ossman and Austin near Whidbey Island near Seattle ||||||||| 8:59 PM: AirshipAl 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!" Merlyn: that's where he mostly did the latter-day Radio Free Oz shows ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 25, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Megimp: my paper was going to be on surrealism for a theater class at SFSU ||||||||| Beet enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Beet: Howdy all EWeston: Hey Beet Merlyn: hey beet Megimp: And i had been a fan since my friend jay made tapes of the albums for me in the valley Merlyn: I know Bergman and Ossman did radio theater classes for kids at various times ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Beet: And a nice Thursday Chat Day to everybody EWeston: Well we're pooped, again. Merlyn: income-pooped? Megimp: ever since dear friends and the 1971 album with clem and back from the shadows again were all bozos on this bus Principalpoop: raggae? EWeston: Inpooped, outpooped, twitter pooped... its a big poopin field Beet: Hi, Tweenie ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:04 PM, then departs. shoes for the dead: howdy all Beet: Hey, Shoes EWeston: Evenin Shoes Principalpoop: hey M tween pico shoes beet all ||||||||| 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 Lil plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'CS', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:05 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... EWeston: Lil's early, hey. Principalpoop: lil oh lil CS: Fuck the what? Principalpoop: eh canadian shoes for the dead: hey C ||||||||| opus steals in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Lil: Ouchie I hit the floor Lil: Hi gang CS: hi shoes, poop, beet, and everyone elsed shoes for the dead: al cubed CS: i'll try and swear less frequently hereafter EWeston: Did it hit back, or feint? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - THE THREE FACES OF AL - 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 as part of the boxed set Box Of Danger - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html)' Lil: It met me is all I know CS: did any of you hear this when it first came out? Beet: There's no swearing cebsordhip EWeston: Yes shoes for the dead: no Beet: Maybe there is CS: i got back from Japan in 88 so many albums were new to me Principalpoop: a little flat thing with eyes, and salty DJTween: cease, Dexter asked me to tell you that he's not going to be able to make it this week either, but not to worry. He's fine, and will be back next week CS: lol poop EWeston: Great larruping piles of malable lunge shoes for the dead: opium eyes Lil: I just happened to bring some anchovies CS: good news, tween. Lil: Catherwood deal these out will you ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Lil and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" CS: as long as dex is happy, i'm in the same portion of the dictionary Principalpoop: is he making a movie like stewart? CS: more lol poop Lil: Yes Catherwood hold the anchovies ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Lil and asks "Someone mention my name?" DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone some deals ||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone some deals. EWeston: We'd all like big tips ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| martian ambassador - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ozonekid - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: i think he invested too heavily in the weinrer for wienrer campaight Rufus_T_Firetween: ** THE THREE FACES OF AL at Firesigntheatre.com >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tfoa-ln AirshipAl: What's the difference between Nick Danger and Carlos Danger? Lil: Catherwood bring me some Vino Brothers will you ||||||||| Catherwood gets Lil some vino brothers will you. shoes for the dead: i think some people (weiner et all) are soely for amusement Lil: Ahh that's better shoes for the dead: novelty purposes only Principalpoop: carlos castanada, what happened to that wave? EWeston: I;m plowed to be here, hic. AirshipAl: One is a private eye and the other eyes privates!!! Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk Lil: strong stuff shoes for the dead: ouch Al ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Ray', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... CS: hello ray Principalpoop: all because of a dame Megimp: dj tween pleasere post that discography link for me AirshipAl: Hey. We here in NYC have to be kept informed, Shoes. EWeston: Ah Blutworst, blues finest green CS: just turned on the jays game and my hopeless team is actaully winning instead of whining Merlyn: I like that line: "Are you selling brooms made by the insane?" Beet: Her brush-off made me bristle. Love it Principalpoop: and if I buy one will you go away? CS: the ideas one would like in a firesign canon is hard to calculate DJTween: A very good radio play :) shoes for the dead: rape your cat? CS: merl, are you doing anything for the new firesign project? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod Merlyn: nope Merlyn: what project? DJTween: Yeah Shoes DJTween: pretty wild stuff CS: web radio station Merlyn: haven't heard about it CS: austin came here a few weeks back and asked for assitance, i just assumed you were alreasdy involved ||||||||| 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 floralacres gets out at 9:17 PM. Merlyn: maybe it hasn't gotten off the ground yet DJTween: Hi flora CS: ive done a few shows but you are much closer to the source and even involved in its existance shoes for the dead: i wonder if the bubble wrap is on a loop? CS: i was just talking about you to ossman today EWeston: Canasta fire place? Rufus_T_Firetween: Bubble Wrap On A Loop - sounds like something you get at a carnival CS: hi flora. keep on flowering Merlyn: is doc involved? shoes for the dead: on a mobius strip CS: neither you nor i can imagine how busy doc is makig a livng Beet: bubble wrap in a mobius strip? EWeston: Ah set up again, and knocked over Merlyn: if it's a web radio station, does it have a domain yet? shoes for the dead: eternal flame CS: he did waste a vast amount of time cleaning up a steve allen interview with firesginm, a few mhurtes CS: there's money involved ||||||||| Jubal tiptoes in around 9:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." CS: i know how hard that is to believe with firesign EWeston: Money is nice, but never marry a Bill Merlyn: who's financing it? Beet: They were quoting The Police. A first I think CS: i have never known a member of the firesign theatre who wasn't desperate for funds ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:22 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Elayne: Evenin' all! Beet: Hi E DJTween: Hey E Principalpoop: hey E CS: solar power company, merl. you don't know about this? I'm awed CS: hi el Merlyn: hi E shoes for the dead: hey E DJTween: Yeah Beet, they were EWeston: Hi Elayane shoes for the dead: as we scream EEE down the page Elayne: Heh Merlyn: I haven't heard any of this cat EWeston: It's got the flavin CS: wow ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| AirshipAl - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Ray departs at 9:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" CS: (expletive delted) austin was here beggin for shows. you know not of the log, merl? Merlyn: by shows you mean recordings of firesign shows? CS: no non no CS: new productions. i;ve done 5 now shoes for the dead: bennie muncher with a bankroll DJTween: Material for the radio station he wants to put together CS: pa seemed desperate for firesgin collage materisal CS: tween, you are the man Merlyn: oh, I just have a sieve for a memory CS: you can do this EWeston: What no animal imagry Merlyn: Austin talks about it here: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20130523.html Merlyn: "We have a nice sponsor in Real Goods Solar and a couple of smaller outfits. Bill McIntyre is program director." Lil: Tx Merl floralacres: my servants are in the barrels - and - I don't know what to do CS: yes i have been on the phone with do of late, he is hustling new sponsors CS: they dont know if they cah afford music or not Merlyn: what if we changed this to a skype chat and played it on their show? Austin mentioned trying that CS: that might work, merl DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Elayne: Well, I can actually do Skype now, Merlyn - I know Tween's been bugging me for awhile and I finally installed it and tried it out last night CS: hey el, you are the mother of this chat, can you do this? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:30 PM and late as usual, it's 8apus, just back from Billville." Elayne: Cat, I can no longer be In Charge of things. Elayne: I am currently failing at pain management, once that's behind me I'll see. CS: i thought pa didnt know what he was talking about in proposing a chat radio show DJTween: I actually don't feel like Skyping this week, E, but would love to give it a shot next week if that's OK DJTween: Hi 8apus Elayne: Sure thing, Tween. Merlyn: cat, is there a website for it? CS: yes i know that el, and i hope you conquer pain as quickly as possilble Elayne: I have one of those awful, hard to remember Skype names. elayneriggs Merlyn: or are they just getting material now? DJTween: lol E Elayne: Thanks Cat. Unfortunately my insurance denied my MRI, so it's just going to be physical therapy for now. CS: merl, i was asked to produce shows. so i have done 5, have 2 in producftoin now. i assume they have other folks makng shows Merlyn: so does that mean there is NOT a website at the moment? CS: no floralacres: you guys were such a part of my "drug days" CS: i'm sorry to hear that is in the past tense, floa DJTween: Firesign fans have been known to imbibe on occasion ;) CS: lol tween Beet: I'm shocked! shoes for the dead: anchovie pipes EWeston: Never as think as you stoned I am DJTween: lol floralacres: not in a "bad" way... ha ha ha ha....I'm an old lady now...gonna hit 74 pretty soon... ||||||||| Outside, the 9:35 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving HenryCow coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: "She's groovy." EWeston: Poor Henry, what has he stepped into? DJTween: Hi Henry shoes for the dead: you must have deen here before the beginning, Flo HenryCow: hi CS: the lads want us to expand our brains. DJTween: Flora, do you remember what year you started listening to FST? CS: as they have said many times floralacres: you guys were such a part of my life back then....I will throw out l ines...like.."my servants are in those barroals" and folks look at me like I'.m crazed.. ha ha DJTween: heheh DJTween: Don't know what they're missing :) CS: we are not the guys, flor EWeston: I' a victim of Not Isane too. Can we start a support group? DJTween: Yeah, that album is quite strange, but much fun shoes for the dead: here, use my cane, E EWeston: I like to drop by Clarence Gespare's Space Garage CS: i think the firesign theatrte is a suppport group ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'skjdave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:40 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... EWeston: A Candy Cane. Sugar free? shoes for the dead: with a lefthanded twist 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 Beet: Everyone get Duke. It's gold. EWeston: From Klien Bottle Industries Rufus_T_Firetween: ** BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod CS: bergman said his favourite comment was from a viet gi who said liistening to the firesign under fire kept him alive DJTween: lol, love the names EWeston: It's really nice to find a friendly madness to share DJTween: That's really cool cease DJTween: Yes indeed EW :) ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “KWKWT-TV” (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' floralacres: all that I can say is that...we had a group in Coconut Grove in Miami that loved you guys...we would throw out lines from records...and waitresses would ask us....Are you doiing a play and we woulf just gigglr snd wave her off...because we knew she wouldn't understand ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:43 PM, dragging Senor Tirebiter by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" DJTween: It is a language of its own, for sure shoes for the dead: hola Senor EWeston: Evening Senator Beet: What? CS: send this file is a free file sending site. i have used it to send my show to the fireguys DJTween: Hi ST Elayne: Evenin Senor! Senor Tirebiter: Hola, amigos..... Elayne: I've never heard of it, Cat. Do you download it from somewhere? floralacres: hey....should I applu for the oldest fan still alive???? ha ha I can prove that I will be 74 in Oct.. DJTween: Yeah STF is a great service for large files Beet: Mr. Foster Freeze. DJTween: and free shoes for the dead: where did all these Mexicans come from? Elayne: I'm pretty sure Dex is a wee bit older than that, Floral, but he's not here tonight. DJTween:www.sendthisfile.com DJTween: You have to register, but it's free Elayne: Thanks tween. CS: Dex is as old as Ossman. Born in 36 Beet: Very valuable news. Thanks Elayne: hang on, you have to pay for this service? It's not free? CS: Best poem I've ever heard is by Ossman about his birth in 1936 CS: yes it is, el CS: i have not spent a cent ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Chuck close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:48 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room. 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 Elayne: Okay, I'm signed up. Do whatever it is you wanted to do, Cat. DJTween: Hi Chuck ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'pNose II', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... CS: ok el DJTween: Hello Mayor Elayne: Via my Yahoo account, not my Gmail one. EWeston: Two Nancy's how defusing shoes for the dead: ho p squared EWeston: Accross the Irish sea CS: that's not a nose, its a migration DJTween: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log. EWeston: And just in time Merlyn: but open in a new window or it might cut off your stream floralacres: ohhh I'm 1939...............still as a fan...I have many years to say that I LOVE YOUR WORK..... Merlyn: depending on your browser or your eyebrowser Principalpoop: How do I click something tween? DJTween: Merlyn, could you code that to automatically open a new tab? EWeston: And its eyebrow conveinience DJTween: With your moose, P Elayne: It works better if you click with the moose AND squirrel Principalpoop: the elk you say? EWeston: That's my MOOSE!!! Merlyn: I already tell it target=_BLANK tween DJTween: Touché, Elayne shoes for the dead: rocket J Elayne: Rocket J Rococo... Merlyn: which should open a new window, but some browsers can be configured to use a tab instead floralacres: I should have gotten on this site....months ago...with a few beers...etc...it would be fun to play with everybody CS: I remember being ablle to afford things Principalpoop: i think it is up to you to tell your browser to open links in new tabs tween Merlyn: I'm not sure if I can name the windows to keep it from re-using the stream link Elayne: Well, you're here now Floral!! And we're glad to have you! EWeston: A tales of the great Moose spirit as he spoke to a small grey squirrel shoes for the dead: stop by weekly, Flo! DJTween: Yeah, automatically opens a new tab here Merlyn, but that may be something I'm doing in my browser Preferences Merlyn: mine too Principalpoop: oh flo oh Elayne: EWeston, I think I have that in my book of Native American folktales... EWeston: I found it soon after the purchace of the golden book of psycoactive plants. ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| skjdave - dead from the common cold ||||||||| HenryCow - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 8apus - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Jubal - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'jane', just granted probation at 9:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly. CS: i have spent the last few thousand hours listeing to firesign stuff CS: in order fo find info for themes shoes for the dead: which plant showed the way, EW? Principalpoop: you are remarkably coherent for doing so Elayne: They all did, shoes. EWeston: Well no sign of a overdose, but is it still safe for conservatives Elayne: Everybody needs a hobby, Cat. CS: hey folks, i'm just doing what phil asked us alll to do Beet: I wish I had nothing but Spare Time EWeston: It was the little greeen mushrooms, with the four paned windoows Rufus_T_Firetween: Kewl, cease Rufus_T_Firetween: You've made some great collages CS: iyou;re rright, el. although if firesign is a hobby so is breathing Rufus_T_Firetween: lol shoes for the dead: i knew those Rufus_T_Firetween: and a useful one, at that ;) CS: not so kewl, tween. your input is needed. you are already prorammng firesign struff Merlyn: cat, any of the mark time shows where DO or PP was here would work too DJTween: I'm thinking EYKIW and EOBE might yield some useful bits Principalpoop: i will be argumentative, what leads phil to think we can improve their shows? Beet: Whatever gets you high CS: just saw the master avbout scientoly guy. weird without a beiard ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTween: P, you ignorant slut... EWeston: He was carrying a concieled breard Principalpoop: just saying, isn't that what you say now to say anything without having to apologize? shoes for the dead: merkin? Principalpoop: or explain EWeston: Great condemned American industry of yore floralacres: I know that I have tapped into a whole new group of folks that I probably will love to pieces...the bottom line is that I have had too many beers to type anymore stuff now...LOVE FIRESIDE Beet: If you're just sayin', no reponsibility. Principalpoop: right hehe shoes for the dead: not responsible! Elayne: Have a good evening, Floral - see you next week! EWeston: Good to have you here flora shoes for the dead: Park it and lock it CS: love is good Beet: Have another beer (Bear Whiz) Rufus_T_Firetween: Remember Flora, we start at 9pm EST every Thursday, with warmup music starting at 8:45pm EST ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'lukewarmwater', just granted probation at 10:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. shoes for the dead: hi luke Principalpoop: bermuda shorts DJTween: Hi Luke - remember we start at 9pm EST every Thursday, with warmup music starting at 8:45pm EST DJTween: You missed The Three Faces Of Al EWeston: In character's all the way shoes for the dead: there's an echo in here EWeston: Quick let it out! Principalpoop: she is not that bad, maybe a sosoho Principalpoop: argh argh argh Elayne: I think I'm going to say goodnight, the pain has won out again. Next week,all. ||||||||| "10:09 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes. Principalpoop: night E EWeston: Take care Elayne ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| jane - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Lil - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Senor Tirebiter - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Chuck - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| pNose II - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: by El CS: ALAS, EL IS GONE ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'melanie haber', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Beet: 'Bye E DJTween: Hello Ms. Haber Principalpoop: nancy! CS: Hi el 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 shoes for the dead: audrey Haber? ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Tuba', just granted probation at 10:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Tuba, is Threeba with you? EWeston: Carefull it's the third Nancy. Very mystic and all Tuba: I was in the aviary, stunting trees... shoes for the dead: Nancy cubed CS: mystic is hard to define Tuba: Nay, 3ba, away now. EWeston: Does'nt refine easily either shoes for the dead: it's in coneticut Principalpoop: and 110 coronets right behind CS: cubed isnt right. more like confluent balls Tuba: Thanks, Pooper. EWeston: And a man with a vegitarian Hagis on his head CS: hi tuba Tuba: 'Lo, C. Tuba: Did a staged reading of Nick Danger 2 years ago in Santa Monica. EWeston: Kewl Principalpoop: i know slang but I would not say I am confluent CS: good for you ||||||||| 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 poppy disembarks at 10:16 PM.
DJTween is rather curious about what might constitute 'vegetarian haggis' DJTween: Hi Poppy CS: any involvmernt with the guys does your brain much good Tuba: Phil Proctor here? EWeston: A real product I found at a small market in Paulsbo Wa. CS: maybe you rare pp DJTween: No Tuba, sorry Tuba: We hope to stage another one, same venue. ||||||||| plchoristers waltzes in at 10:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Tuba: Like Mr Procter to participate. DJTween: if one of the guys shows up, their name will be listed in red Principalpoop: calling me half-baked? sounds about right DJTween: Hi plc Tuba: Red, huh? plchoristers: good evening Tuba: ...with Mudhead...? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with oldman close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Principalpoop: commie pinko red EWeston: What's the other half, braised, smoked, or charred Tuba: Shoobedowaaaah... DJTween: Phil Austin has been known to drop in on occasion CS: we are old DJTween: Hi oldman Principalpoop: sauted CS: just different measurements oldman: yah, hey dere Beet: I always wondered about the inexhaustible fountain that this material came from shoes for the dead: hi oldman EWeston: I'm still not falling over though. DJTween: I'd 'you're as young as you feel', cease, but then again... lol oldman: First time here, eh ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bus Bob close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Principalpoop: the nexus of creativity? right over there, next to the dreams and hopes and fears Rufus_T_Firetween: for Beet - ** FIRESIGN THEATRE PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store and at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html CS: hi oldman i hope you like firesign oldman: Was a Firesign fan when we were all young EWeston: And now I'm going over there Rufus_T_Firetween: I get them from iTunes Tuba: WOW...! Just found the stream...!!! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** RADIO FREE OZ PODCASTS >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ Principalpoop: tuba found the stream, look everybody Tuba: I'm gonna pee in it...! Rufus_T_Firetween: same with RFO stuff like this Beet: I'll check iy out, thanks Tuba: ...and that's important. oldman: tanks, eh, got dat 128k thing goin in my ear. CS: no old. i'm old and firesign much older but we still work together to create a timeless reallity
Rufus_T_Firetween sanitizes the bits oldman: We used to enjoy this while in a more illuminated state of mind in the dorms of NMU in the early 70's CS: bergman and guys were kicked off radio for swaeing many times Principalpoop: a new era cough cough Beet: Ah, the days of illumination! CS: no poop, its wose now Principalpoop: have you ever been experienced? hehe EWeston: And nights of purty lights oldman: hahaha shoes for the dead: we probly are the Illuminati CS: ii worry if they guys can get sponsors if they say fuck] Beet: TRACES of purty lights Principalpoop: i am part of the problem and not the solution anymore? rats oldman: I resemble that remark ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| melanie haber - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| floralacres - dead from measles ||||||||| lukewarmwater - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: I'm the running dog of a Lemirian hrdge fund manager Principalpoop: luckily the dogs want out before I genufleck on that oldman: got tired of arguing with the knuckleheads on facebook, thought I'd find some intelligence over here. Principalpoop: i will be happy to argue with you, when I return, smart guy EWeston: Put down that schnaowser! oldman: goody Rufus_T_Firetween: Intelligence, perhaps oldman, but we can't promise sanity EWeston: Ank you Doktor oldman: I couldn't ask for anything more than I pass on my self. shoes for the dead: your elf died, Old? oldman: Take some of this inhailant... Beet: Remember, your intelligence is being monitored EWeston: Thanya Jesus oldman: yes, a week ago. oldman: I have many more though... goes with the white beard shoes for the dead: piece of humus EWeston: Ending the hundred years war against the cows oldman: Humus...? Alwasy wondered why it just isn't called smashed chick pease EWeston: We support swirled peas shoes for the dead: we never made peace with the chickens ||||||||| Outside, the 10:32 PM crosstown bus from Georgia pulls away, leaving wade5775 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Vicious brutes oldman: I make a pretty good barbecue withthem DJTween: Hello wade shoes for the dead: they are all right- winged 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 EWeston: A somehow part buffalo DJTween: or if you don't have a cursor, use your moose Beet: No cursing on this chat EWeston: Hey Rocky! Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat! shoes for the dead: thats against the law here oldman: As long as it's just your hat.... Principalpoop: back, I have seen cursing in here EWeston: Transmorgrafier is hot Beet: Well, just forget it oldman: curse curse curssssse Principalpoop: forget what? Beet: The cursing you thought you saw EWeston: Can't it's still not paid for Principalpoop: oh that, I had forgotten about that shoes for the dead: like forge tit? Principalpoop: can we give tit for tat? EWeston: I thought they'd all migrated Beet: Just call me Tat shoes for the dead: only a puddy tat Principalpoop: hey tat Principalpoop: not to be confused with tate DJTween: anyone have a copy of the London show they did (without Austin) a few years back? It was tentatively entitled Out Of The Fog oldman: cursings not bad, it snatch or all ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:38 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. Principalpoop: there is fong shoes for the dead: is tate confused again? Beet: Yo Fong where ya been DJTween: You made it, Fong! EWeston: Disciesian factor absent frombrane Principalpoop: where you in england to deliver the baby fong? shoes for the dead: hey Dex! Principalpoop: tate is a pro oldman: interesting view here. will return again soon. ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bus Bob - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Bye old guy ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Wilmer Cook into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:40 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Evileen in through the front door at 10:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: go on back to facebook, sonny Dexter Fong: Hello Dear Friends oldman: Will tell all my friends about it too, that way they'll stay away. oldman: Cya Beet: Come again Principalpoop: ciao Wilmer Cook: I got my eye on you,Bud! EWeston: Works for me Principalpoop: both eyes, all three shoes for the dead: by OM Wilmer Cook: < gives Catherwood the once over > ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Wilmer Cook and says "Did you want me?" EWeston: The fourth one fell out? Principalpoop: brie brie brie Wilmer Cook: Nobody wants you Catherwood. beat it! Scram! ||||||||| Catherwood ignores Wilmer Cook Principalpoop: never had a 4th one, my sister had 2 extra Beet: Hey Wilmer, looking for a Falcon? Wilmer Cook: Now yer gettin' it. Wilmer Cook: Black '62 Four Door? Wilmer Cook: Purrs like a Magpie on a hot stove? Dexter Fong: Wilmer, you cheap gun sell....raise your prices or you're in trouble Principalpoop: that was a dodge dart EWeston: 45-50 flocked job at Clarence despares Space Garage Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, come back from the gray Wilmer Cook: Keep Pushin' Me Jack! ||||||||| 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 BoffoYuxDudes plummets into the garden at 10:43 PM. shoes for the dead: you can't get my family clean Wilmer Cook: < dodges dart > EWeston: We'rs that AA when you need it? Beet: Is that a gun in your pocket or . . . Principalpoop: ahh, an amc rambler Wilmer Cook: And now that damn chopper blew my hat off! Wilmer Cook: No ... it's a gun. Principalpoop: is that your hat, nice propeller Wilmer Cook: Or was a gun ... hey ... what gives? Principalpoop: you prefer beanie or cecil? Beet: You're not glad to see me? EWeston: Nash Metropolitan upside down, but nobody can tell Wilmer Cook: < notices nice design of carpet > Wilmer Cook: Er ... Kukla. EWeston: Most car pets are well designed Principalpoop: i would do fran Wilmer Cook: We're Not Not glad to see you Beet. Just sorting out this carpet. EWeston: I wanna domino Beet: Isn't she dead? Pretty creepy Dexter Fong: Actually EW, most car pets are well bred shoes for the dead: real chinchilla Wilmer Cook: Ohhh ... a grave robber eh? Principalpoop: back in the day beet, back in the day, geesh Dexter Fong: Hey Poop Beet: Oh EWeston: I've seen a few possibly inbred Principalpoop: tween told us you might not make it, glad you could Wilmer Cook: Catherwood! We demand drinkies! ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Wilmer Cook and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Wilmer Cook!" Dexter Fong: Better in bred than bred out Wilmer Cook: I'll stop typing it , when you stop reading it! CS: hey dx Dexter Fong: Hi cat EWeston: Safely in the family bred box Wilmer Cook: A Thousand Apologies Oh Mighty Catherwood! DRINKS! ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Wilmer Cook and asks "Did you need me?" shoes for the dead: the inbred box Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Wilmer a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets wilmer a drink. CS: not drowned? Wilmer Cook: For the love of ... < shoots hole in own shoe > Merlyn: ozzie nose fodder? Wilmer Cook: Thanks Catherwood , that will be all. ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Wilmer Cook and mumbles "My ears are burning..." CS: are you ok, dex? EWeston: Meta phsyicly absurd Shoes Wilmer Cook: < splashes drink in Catherwood's ear > ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Wilmer Cook and says "Do you have something for me to do?" shoes for the dead: erect from our newsroom ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:49 PM and Dave Cade waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Wilmer Cook: Yes. Refresh my drink , please. Dexter Fong: Cat, yes. I'm fine...was out of town last week and have company this week...will be back on schedule nezt week CS: hello two named guy' Wilmer Cook: Good Lord! That's some grape! Principalpoop: ida lupino Principalpoop: would you? EWeston: We call it fred Dexter Fong: I'da lupino but my Achilles tendon is bothering me CS: i think the liklihood of me going to NYC is like escaping death Principalpoop: yours too? what causes that? Megimp: hi is there a way to retrieve and save this whole chat? shoes for the dead: not being dipped at birth, Poop Principalpoop: the cheese log, tahhhdahhhh Dexter Fong: Poop: Actually, I *do* have tendonitis ...as to what caused it ....dunno Wilmer Cook: I'm sure Catherwood is taking notes. ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Wilmer Cook and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" EWeston: Do other parts of your body bother you, stalk you? Principalpoop: sorry to hear that, they can fix more and more things now, maybe they will fix that Wilmer Cook: Catherwood , make me a Martini. ||||||||| Catherwood hands Wilmer Cook a martini. Principalpoop: tap or click or press the log link at the bottom of the screen Dexter Fong: Meginp: you can visit this site and click on the Log which is in red farther right Principalpoop: or that too ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| BoffoYuxDudes - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| oldman - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| plchoristers - dead from measles ||||||||| wade5775 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: What is Wilmer paying Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Beet and mumbles "My ears are burning..." Wilmer Cook: Wooden Nickels. EWeston: Pices scale Wilmer Cook: < phew > Dodged The Reaper! CS: the firesign theatrte want us to have many ideas Beet: Anyone smell burning ears? Dexter Fong: Beet: The problem is that Wilmer isn't paying Catherwood the proper amount of attention ||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Dexter Fong and asks "Something I can help with?" Beet: Ah Dexter Fong: Yes Catherwood, what is the population of Atlanta Georgia ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Dexter Fong and queries "Something I can help with?" Principalpoop: yes, but i buy candles made of ear wax Wilmer Cook: It's not that sort of party Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Wilmer Cook and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Megimp: thank you dexter Wilmer Cook: Or maybe it is... Dexter Fong: I can't hear you shoes for the dead: CS, art of the insane is one of my faves EWeston: Spreke Engrish Wilmer Cook: "Rile" , "Beguile" ... it's a fine line. Beet: You can put cigarettes out on them EWeston: There's one crawling up my leg! CS: Insanity is not an art. It is evil. My daughter was killed by sn "inssne" person. CS: Insane Beet: inssne is rampant Principalpoop: yep, dementia is not as funny as dr demento Wilmer Cook: < clutching head > It's Paris all over again!! Principalpoop: is paris burning? Principalpoop: je t'aime EWeston: Does your wife know this?
DJTween is not insane or anythynge you want to ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: nous t'aimons Principalpoop: vous t'aimez Principalpoop: ils aimes Wilmer Cook: Allez Oop! Dexter Fong: Le showoff DJTween: lol EWeston: Socker Blue! Principalpoop: mais oui, alors Beet: what is the name of this French tune? Dexter Fong: Sacre Merde CS:http://moniqueishikawa.com/ Beet: Weird name Principalpoop: the theme from O, maybe EWeston: I really love yah baybee Wilmer Cook: Le Grande Song Principalpoop: not the marseilleuses CS: yeah, shit is sacred for ore americans than ncessary Megimp: thank you for having me Megimp: good nite Beet: see ya EWeston: Cum on back Principalpoop: it is nice to be had Dexter Fong: Un Grande Jazz gypsy Wilmer Cook: "Vou le vous Cache Mon Sausage S'il Vous Plais?" DJTween: yipes Principalpoop: mangez mes dessous EWeston: Only during the mating season. I go by too. Dexter Fong: Avec Le SAURKRAUT Wilmer Cook: Bon Voyage Megimp! Principalpoop: eat my shorts, en francais hehe Wilmer Cook: < shoots Megimp in the back > Dexter Fong: Night Gimp CS: sex is alwaysa good idea Wilmer Cook: Sex With The Ex Is Always Complex! Principalpoop: it has been so long, I forget who is on top, or who wears the handcuffs Beet: Ideas in action! Dexter Fong: Wilmer: if you type the colon first, you can then do the action thing thusly...
Dexter Fong types the colon thing Wilmer Cook: I gotta bad colon Mack! DJTween: The Dog, Is Not For Sale Wilmer Cook: What about the window?
Principalpoop leers at fong for revealith chat tricks EWeston: Where's that special spatula? Beet: I want to buy Storm Dexter Fong: You can look in my window.....under the moonlight........the serious moonlight
Wilmer Cook stares Principalpoop: how much is that little doggy I see fong?
Dexter Fong glares Beet: Storm is not for sale
Wilmer Cook puts on blue shoes and dances the reds!
Principalpoop oggles
Dexter Fong puts on his stare/glare proof goggles
Wilmer Cook compares EWeston: Ware the oggles CS: we try not to unexist, but sometime more eloquenlty than other time
Principalpoop bewares the jabberwocky Principalpoop: I am still here hehe EWeston: In an astral plane that was never meat to fly
Wilmer Cook hears the snicker snack! Dexter Fong: Very little meat flies Wilmer Cook: Do you want flies with that? Dexter Fong: Smaller than fruit flies CS: how are you dex? EWeston: fruit flies like a banana Dexter Fong: Cat I am well except for tendonitis Principalpoop: did you see micky D's employee home budget planner, it assumes they have 2 jobs, Wilmer Cook: Time flies like an arrow CS: groucho neither a grouch, nor an o DJTween: Fruit flies like a banana Beet: Don't worry about the flies we won't weigh 'em EWeston: What kind arrow? shoes for the dead: bye all! ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' Dexter Fong: The story of O! Groucho!! Principalpoop: night shoes Wilmer Cook: Never trust a company who's spokesman is a clown! Beet: 'bye shoes Principalpoop: thank you tween ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:09 PM, dragging DrWho42 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tuba - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Evileen - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: we try EWeston: Night pooper I'm gone too. see you all on the funway Wilmer Cook: Austa lumbago Shoes! Dexter Fong: Night shoes Principalpoop: ok weston, keep it real Dexter Fong: Night EW
Wilmer Cook shoots Shoes in the back ||||||||| EWeston leaves at 11:10 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..." DJTween: Whazzz real? Principalpoop: we are giving you to the cops again wilmer, naughty boy Wilmer Cook: Hookers,eh? Wilmer Cook: Say ... what kinda fiesta is this? Principalpoop: you are taking the fall, see? Dexter Fong: This is a Fiesta Nacionale Wilmer Cook: I already took Winter! I can take it! Principalpoop: de snifter Dexter Fong: Eine Schnifter Principalpoop: come saturday morning, me and my friend, lah dee dah ||||||||| 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/' Beet: Aren't we not supposed to say that name? Principalpoop: oops, sorry Wilmer Cook: D'oh! Dexter Fong: Beet: What name is that...don't say it...spell it out
Wilmer Cook tightens sock garters! Beet: Schnif . . . Principalpoop: say something, i know you are out there, i can see your lips move while you read Dexter Fong: ....ter...I got it...You could be fined for saying that
Wilmer Cook switching to really keen-o 1920's silent film subtitles! Principalpoop: fine beet catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Principalpoop and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Beet: I'm fine as it is Principalpoop: 1970 ahhh Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please rile Principalpoop ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Dexter Fong and inquires "Do you have something for me to do?" Principalpoop: thank you tween, sorry you are in texas, hehe Beet: Thanks Tween. You are a wonderful person. 'Bye all Wilmer Cook: Yowza! Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny Principalpoop: plebney! Dexter Fong: Night Beets DJTween: We're Glad You Were Here! Wilmer Cook: Alfs Wienerstain Beet! Wilmer Cook: shoots Beet in the back. Principalpoop: i am walking out backwards wilmer, hah, no gut shot please, Dexter Fong: Damn Wilmer...you gotta learn you ca't shoot everybody in the back...sometimes face to face is more meaningful Principalpoop: that is the bus, night all DJTween: >>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/ << smart arse lol Dexter Fong: Night Poop ||||||||| At 11:17 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... DJTween: oops, that was not what I meant to post Wilmer Cook: EGAD! DJTween: That was for P :/ Dexter Fong: Too late Tween
Wilmer Cook accidentally shoots Roccoco in the back Dexter Fong: It's on the official record now DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Merlyn: see ya ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Wilmer Cook: Buenos Nachos! Tween Wilmer Cook: See Ya Merlyn!
Dexter Fong purposely inserts and IUD in wilmers back pocket Dexter Fong: *an
Wilmer Cook does amazing back flip double back shot ||||||||| At 11:19 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:19 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 11:19 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Wilmer Cook: ponders why he can no longer concieve?
Dexter Fong searches for Merlyn] Wilmer Cook: Is Rococo on a Bungee??? Dexter Fong: That's up to you Wilmer...it's your nightmare Wilmer Cook: Now you tell me? Dexter Fong: I didn't want to mention it before with so many people around Wilmer Cook: Hot Dog! More Sugar! Dexter Fong: What kind of ready meal did you want Wilmer Cook: Well , I'm gonna tie this tea towel around my neck and fly offa the roof like Superman!! Wilmer Cook: Sarong Suckers! Dexter Fong: Keep 'em flying Wilmer
Wilmer Cook leps to possible demise ... until next episode! ||||||||| At 11:24 PM, Wilmer Cook vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Stay turned for wilmer's next lepisode ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Beet - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Megimp - dead from jaundice ||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Night Cat Dexter Fong: see you next week ||||||||| 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 the fiddlers ||||||||| opus - dead from jaundice ||||||||| poppy - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Dave Cade - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... CS: hello CS: goodbye ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies MsDomina into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 11:52 PM, then departs. ||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says MsDomina, and leaves. ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CS - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| brewhaha steals in around 1:36 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." brewhaha: o brewhaha: i'm going to sit in the waiting room brewhaha: or maybe I'll wait in the sitting room ||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| brewhaha - dead from The Plague ||||||||| 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:
AirshipAl
Beet
brewhaha
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
floralacres
HenryCow
Lil
martian ambassador
Megimp
Merlyn
oldman
plchoristers
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
Senor Tirebiter
shoes for the dead
Tuba
Wilmer Cook
