||||||||| 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 August 29, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:42 PM and clem steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello. clem. clem: Hi Rufus ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:44 PM and late as usual, it's Chatto , just back from Billville." ||||||||| Chatto , spotting Bradshaw, runs into Public Address System. Chatto : greetings dreary fiends! DJTween: Hi Chatto Chatto : I used my time machine. alas early DJTween: Well, we've got some warm-up music playing for ya :) Chatto : computer, this is worker squeaking... ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'docm', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Chatto : I will go tend to Susie's mensterbation, back in thirty be well Fear Dr I Ends DJTween: Hi docm ||||||||| Zero Ohms enters at 8:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hi Zero Zero Ohms: Hi DJT! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's Robocam, just back from Phoenix." ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| clem - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Hi Robocam ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:56 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTween: Hi Squeeze DJTween: Hey Dexter squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya all, hope a good night is in for us all ||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: tonight's fare - Give Me Immortality, Or Give Me Death DJTween: Hi EW EWeston: Those cues, they sting!, Hey Tweeny. Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny docm robo wheeaer ZO and graying Chatto Dexter Fong: hi EW Zero Ohms: So looking forward to tonight's fare; haven't heard it in years! ||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Robocam, and leaves. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Pico & Alvarado in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:59 PM, dragging BluesTraveler by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Dexter Fong: Hi P&A EWeston: Dex, good to percieve you Dexter Fong: Hiyah BT] Dexter Fong: EW: How peerceptive of you =) DJTween: Hi P&A, BT ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 29, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Moorefield pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: P& A's here, good DJTween: Hi Beet Dexter Fong: Hey Beet Beet: hey Dex and Tween EWeston: An our Beet ||||||||| Robocam walks in and says "It's 9:00 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?" Pico & Alvarado: hi EW the great Beet: Howdy P&C ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'CS', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Pico & Alvarado: hello Tween always nice to see you DJTween: Hey CS EWeston: Grout is my media and message Beet: Greetings EW Dexter Fong: Hiyah Cat Pico & Alvarado: THE Beet! Beet: A little Grateful Dead to start out ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and shoes for the dead sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. CS: HI all DJTween: Hi Shoes Pico & Alvarado: CS is Nancy?! shoes for the dead: howdy Dexter Fong: Hey Chews! EWeston: Lo CS shoes for the dead: thanks again, Tween Beet: Shoes is with us ||||||||| 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 Merlyn gets out at 9:02 PM. DJTween: Cathy-ho Sealoski? DJTween: Hey Merlyn Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn Merlyn: hey BluesTraveler: Sorry I had a hiccup. Had to switch from phone to Mac. Beet: Greets Merlyn CS: I have no idea who Nancy is. I'm Cat Simril Ishikawa. CS is shorter EWeston: Merlyn yow, no Pooper t'hite? Dexter Fong: ..and CSI is copyrighted CS: yeah Beet: I predict Poop a little later CS: i wish i could collect royalties Beet: Hey CS! EWeston: Better than collecting royalty? Dexter Fong: Cat: I've got a couple of young princes in the Tower...they're well preserved ...in a vat of good Mumsy wine shoes for the dead: I'll see your two Queens... ||||||||| 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 Stlouielou gets out at 9:05 PM. Dexter Fong: Not over my dead harem guards EWeston: I'm into the royalty of the month club Dexter Fong: hey louie shoes for the dead: harem of the dead? BluesTraveler: What do you usually chat about? Or is it riffing, firesign-style? Stlouielou: Hey Grandpa! What's for supper? Dexter Fong: IT"S NOW 9:05 and tweeny is still playing that depressing mock C&W Beet: Het Louie ||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the divan. CS: whatever comes up, blues EWeston: Descended from the sons of hammas of the dead Beet: Poop is here as predicted Stlouielou: howdy everyone! Dexter Fong: Is the nation a Noational publication? EWeston: There him be Dexter Fong: National Principalpoop: beet is a witch Dexter Fong: Hi there poopskie Principalpoop: listen to the stream above also blues CS: yes they showed they were just as good as they've always been with this disc Dexter Fong: /=) Principalpoop: hey all Beet: I prefer Sayer of Sooth Stlouielou: I better smoke some pot for this one.... BluesTraveler: Thanks for the link suggestion. Dexter Fong: pass the virtual doobie to the left, dude CS: always a good idea, louie Zero Ohms: I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink Beet: I made a T-Shirt with this album title on it CS: a landmine in the alps. yeah, right squeeze_the_wheeze: puff puff pass Dexter Fong: How'd it sell Beet Principalpoop: I'm a pocket pool wizard, theres got to be a twist shoes for the dead: i gave this one to a guy i do work for Stlouielou: virtual my azz I'm off to the "Joe Walsh" room shoes for the dead: he never heard of them EWeston: Issssssst, whos next? Beet: Only for personal use CS: i'm sure doc could beat you, poop BluesTraveler: Beet - were there graphics on the Radio Now t-shirt? ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Chatto - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing "Give Me Immortality Or Give Me Death" - 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)' Principalpoop: an untimely death there EWeston: Space time singularity to the pool table! Beet: I attempted to duplicate the font on the album cover Stlouielou: medicinal...I get chronic headaches...no chronic...I get headaches CS: well put, louie. or well pot ||||||||| eldroid enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. Dexter Fong: Hiyah El BluesTraveler: I am asleep. CS: nice to see obama wont be attacking colorado and wa. state in today's news CS: el in the uk EWeston: There's a name to conjure with ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://www.amazon.com/Give-Me-Immortality-Or-Death/dp/B00000AG7T' BluesTraveler: Anyone have an eyeball hat? eldroid: This is the extended 'Radio Prison' squeeze_the_wheeze: hmmm i worry i am in oklahoma, he didn't mention us...i know i'm bombed Dexter Fong: No, but I've got a double chin Zero Ohms: Hahaha Merlyn: I have a real one (I think), like the promo pix. Don't think the company makes 'em anymore though. CS: wody guthrie would approve, wheeze Stlouielou: focus?...bofus? Dexter Fong: and wody allen too EWeston: Radio Prison season btoo Dexter Fong: et too Dexter Fong: survivors one shoes for the dead: coo coo cachooo EWeston: gesunghtite Stlouielou: *coughs* Merlyn: Here's FT in eyeball hats: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/fstonweb/cosmik_firesign/ft-act2.html eldroid: Which is all the more of a Firesign synchronicity as I've just come home from the public radio station where I work! Dexter Fong: have at you Beet: God bless Public Radio EWeston: Not with the plastic dagger! CS: i wonder if there would have been firesign without public radio shoes for the dead: hear hear BluesTraveler: thanks for the link Merlyn. CS: although there were a lot of funny people on commercial radio in la in those days eldroid: What is so fine about this album is that Ralph Spoilsport resurfaced. eldroid: And Harold and Ray, too! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: yuppers, El Stlouielou: by funny do you mean ha ha or peculiar? Dexter Fong: lol El CS: ralph has shown up a few times Dexter Fong: Oh? I though you were referring to Bob & Ray Principalpoop: so they amuse you? CS: cars and tv were major themes of their early work BluesTraveler: I love the commentary about radio, public and commercial. In GMIOGMD. eldroid: Chump Threads...we MISS ya, Uncle Pete! Zero Ohms: They were major themes of life back then, sort of. CS: true enough, eld Zero Ohms: Too true! CS: did you see them do this live, blues? late: rotten fruit? BluesTraveler: Yeah, I was fortunate to see the gang in San Rafael doing a live version on Were All Bozos... in 2010 before Peter passed. shoes for the dead: you don't have to be there when it happens Principalpoop: Here CS: ah the last show Stlouielou: sweet CS: wasn't that 2010 when we saw them on whidbey, merl? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, RO GIVE ME DEATH” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln BluesTraveler: I have a signed Tirebiter poster that I have hanging in my office. CS: i remember they did a fine live version of Radio Now in I think that was 99 in seattle Stlouielou: thanks rufus Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln Beet: Ah to have lived in L.A. during this time BluesTraveler: Anyone live near LA? I saw Phil Proctor was in a show there. DJTween: Radio Love Live!! will be played next week :-) 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! CS: the portland show, tween? DJTween: oops EWeston: That's a new one on me Tweeny CS: i haven't lived near la since 68 DJTween: "Radio Now Live!!" will be played next week ;) CS: its online somewhere, ew BluesTraveler: Great. I;d love to hear the live version of Radio Now. EWeston: K Beet: Jutified laughter at the end of the world ha ha ha late: yes, there was 'in the firezone' but then 'radio now live' - looks like next week! ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Regnad Kcin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTween: Radio Now Live at Firesign Media - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl Principalpoop: bye good shoes for the dead: i have one that they streamed, San Raf? mebbe CS: yes in the firezone was the seattle 99 show. i contributed a dat recorder to it DJTween: Is In The Firesone available? Dexter Fong: Cat: Was there ever a released recording of "The Great Stema-powered Interne show from NYC? BluesTraveler: SFTD-did someone record the 2010 San Rafael show? CS: the jimmy buffet network show, shoes? DJTween: I haven't seen it in the discographies Dexter Fong: Steam ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Robocam - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: yes CS: some nyc chatter sent it to me. dont think it was released but is probably on line CS: that was the year after chat started Merlyn: Tween, I think In The Firesone is out of print late: i think i got my 'in the firezone' direct from the FT store - i believe it is same show as radio now live CS: along with an interview with ossman on wbai that elayne was on but doesn' CS: remember docm: Oh, Nino, you are amazing! Beet: Quadruple bypass to every artery in town DJTween: It's not listen in the Firesign Media section of their site Merlyn: late, they aren't identical, but both from the same tour Zero Ohms: He's so good with the help... late: k, good to know Merlyn: RN Live is Portland, Firezone is Seattle late: y, that's right, sorry my mistake Dexter Fong: Well done Merlyn Merlyn: unless they mixed some -- Firezone was something of a fan-done release that was OK'd by Firesign CS: you and doc and me taped it, merl. Dexter Fong: MERLYN: Wad is one of Fred's releases? CS: probably others Merlyn: I think that was literally recorded by having a mic hanging in front of the backstage speakers Merlyn: I think so, dex CS: one mic? ||||||||| "9:28 PM? 9:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mackie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mackie enters and sits at the bar. Merlyn: I dunno cat Dexter Fong: One *stereo* mic Rufus_T_Firetween: It's not available from the FST site as far as I can tell, but is available at Amazon and eBay - http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458 shoes for the dead: how can you trip on one mic? Merlyn: there were two Irishmen, Pat and Mic Dexter Fong: SHOES; Right down the middle DJTween: Hi Mackie EWeston: I don't like what he's saying Pat, I don't loik it Dexter Fong: Have a meatball paddy DJTween: Well cease, apparently Nino has decided that you need to join the US after all and live in DC EWeston: Can I play paddy cake wif it? CS: lol late: the 'and' always gets me CS: miss shelob is feeling poorly CS: a reference to an experience of david ossman trying to meet a singer on a plane. EWeston: I'm waiting for Heneral Ytookie! Dexter Fong: mighty pooprly CS: i forget who. you remember, merl? tina turner, maybe? shoes for the dead: You ARE Asleep!! Dexter Fong: Billie Holliday? Principalpoop: huh oh CS: her people said she was feeling poorfly Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Dexter Fong: fly they called her....behind her back CS: this was late 90s, dex. billlie be long deceased eldroid: 'runner-up emeritus' LOVE it! Principalpoop: I bet midler Dexter Fong: CS: But her artistry lives on Merlyn: cat, I think Tina Turner might be right BluesTraveler: C'mon y'all be nice and cher. EWeston: At what odds? Merlyn: I think Bergman is the one who heard it Principalpoop: one olivia and one john CS: eldroid, there are no end of lines to love on this DJTween: ** Anyone up for a Skype call-in during the break between sets? CS: bergman? shoes for the dead: and Gracefull DJTween: Great Sean Connery imprsonation Dexter Fong: Dead?? Principalpoop: slick Dexter Fong: That's schlick missh Moneypanny EWeston: But lives on in stereo hi fi CS: i think i heard the story from ossman but it could well have been About bergman late: oh god, traffic report from captain happy Dexter Fong: And frequent downloads EWeston: No that's his copilot Dexter Fong: fear not late: It's a re=run shoes for the dead: Homeless Stadium ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:37 PM and late as usual, it's Bob Bunny, just back from Elyria." shoes for the dead: howdy BB Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi BB Merlyn: Hey cat, YOU had it right back in 2006, and it was Ossman: cease: ossman wanted to talk to tina, but her people said, "ms turner is feeling poorly" Dexter Fong: happy hoping Bpb CS: greetings, bob Dexter Fong: hopping Principalpoop: where is Elyria? Merlyn: in this chat, cat: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20061012.html Bob Bunny: Sorry I'm late. I was being held prisoner by Prince Arcturus. Merlyn: hey bob bunny! Are you the one we all know? shoes for the dead: Ohio EWeston: A representative from the Four Bunnies of the Apocolypse? Bob Bunny: North Ridgeville. Principalpoop: no he is late, not you DJTween: Must have been terrible BB CS: good old headphones. Merlyn: ah, the ohio bunny Bob Bunny: Is there more than one Bob Bunny??? late: what? shoes for the dead: you pee thru the keyhole, BB? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln BluesTraveler: BB-Is it near Billville? Principalpoop: exactly Merlyn: (ha! and back then I thought it was Bergman, too!) ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Iknew youwere going to say that! 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 Bob Bunny: Mr. Time to me to to distract the guard. Stlouielou: *exhales* Merlyn: You have been cloned, Bobbunny Principalpoop: grabs a shotgun hit from stlouie EWeston: If you ain't in orbit now, you'll never be Bob Bunny: Damn! Well, I guess it's back to the shadows again. Stlouielou: how can you be in two...never mind BluesTraveler: You can pee right into the stream.... CS: i nearly got fired from a radio station here in vancouver in 72 for playing mark time, the line about "urinating out the window to distract the guard" wasn't considered in good taste CS: ddint know ants could piss shoes for the dead: pissants Rufus_T_Firetween: Good for you for playing it, cease :) Stlouielou: never cross the stream (lesson learned from ghostbusters) Zero Ohms: Mark, mark, mark, they're performing horrible experiments on animals in space... EWeston: Is Dink politclly advising in NY these days? Principalpoop: lucy and ricky could not pee in the same bed BluesTraveler: Wow. I've always been intrigued by censorship. why & when. CS. late: so what was the deal with the eyeball hats? CS: 72 in Vancouver Dexter Fong: It may be a secret that cannot now be revealed? Rufus_T_Firetween: They used to sell eyeball hats at the FST site, late Principalpoop: a surreal statement about the current cultural situation CS: bergman was kicked off radio show for saying, "get your hand up a toyota and you'll never let go" late: just a fun prop like the pickles or some deeper meaning? CS: also for playing Johnny Piss off on another station Dexter Fong: Just an off-hand ad lib Principalpoop: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, bill clinton EWeston: The current political situation is chock full of surreal these days shoes for the dead: kinda like the lyrics from a song, late Stlouielou: depends on what your definition of "IS" is CS: i'm sure their fucks in dwarf were a challenge to radio stations ||||||||| 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 squeeze_the_wheeze falls out at 9:45 PM. Principalpoop: tell us what that is without using the word is BluesTraveler: Even satellite radio which is allegedly uncensored deals with restrictions. late: i like the conspiracy angle - now more so than then (the nsa is monitoring this chat) EWeston: Fendishly clever! Principalpoop: fiends, ahh fiends CS: yeah listening to the XM shows is amazing. they' loved to swear and took advantage of that opportunity on those shows Zero Ohms: Did anyone else see that? EWeston: Fiendish too, kie shoes for the dead: i wonder if they are stoned too, late Dexter Fong: Late: They've already rendered CS and are holding him under the capital in Wash. D.C. Principalpoop: penis, neener neener neener Bob Bunny: I understand that they have special rings that will scratch and infect you when you shake their hands. From a reliable source. Stlouielou: filthy BluesTraveler: Does the NSA scan chats for key words? Like, eyeball hats? Dexter Fong: Poop:you *wil* be fined for saying neener, times three Principalpoop: phooey on youey CS: i was in DC in 05. that's when i met you, dex late: i've got a dust sucker for you, mr nsa Principalpoop: andbody still say gad zooks? Dexter Fong: Poop: PPPPHHHHTTTT?? Stlouielou: the old thrice neener rule...I better read the fint print shoes for the dead: inhale deeply CS: met a firefan who wanted to get them into the library of congress. he was successful Dexter Fong: Cat: Your eastg coast tour Principalpoop: rimshot CS: my first east coast tour, yes CS: first of this millenium. i literally toured the east in 64 but that's pre firesign so it doesnt count ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Gary, just back from Funfun Town." Stlouielou: they let anybody in the library of congress (hell even I'm in there) CS: from boston to norfolk DJTween: Hi Gary CS: HI ah Zero Ohms: Ah, Gary! Ah Gary: Howdy! Dexter Fong: from bkaersfiled to 'burdu Beet: Yo Gary Principalpoop: inducted, not just collected, a big deal Stlouielou: ah the berdu of san...I remember him well Principalpoop: you wore white, no it was blue Dexter Fong: He cannot remeber you, unfortunately shoes for the dead: was that the egyptshine? Principalpoop: next to the doodah room Stlouielou: egyptshite Principalpoop: the chilites, tell me have you seen her? Dexter Fong: The deep throat singers from Sannnntiago? Ah Gary: Porgie is here got to go! shoes for the dead: if you ain't moslem, you ain't shite Dexter Fong: You don't have to asnwer now Poop Principalpoop: gary owens, cia and the gong show, what a world EWeston: Oopsie, computers nineteen nervou breakdown Zero Ohms: Now it's the nsa guys wearing the eyeball hats... Principalpoop: what a drag it is getting old DJTween: lol Dex ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| docm - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Mackie - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: Good lyric to a song CS: well said, zero late: privacy... Zero Ohms: Say goodbye to privacy BluesTraveler: hotel keys, goodbye shoes for the dead: i dug the rehearsals to this the other week Principalpoop: what would happen to your brain if you had to preruse the twits of 10,000 teenagers? CS: on youtube? Dexter Fong: afkfr Principalpoop: good bye privacy ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', just granted probation at 9:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Zero Ohms: eyeball hats w/ drealocks - nsa disguise? BluesTraveler: I think it'd be like cotton candy. 10k looks like a lot but little substance. Principalpoop: and red rubber noses CS: i know they love this bit, but does anyone think this cd should have ended with princess goddess flying away? Principalpoop: mindless indeed 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 CS: its a thing of wonder Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): It happened again! I sat on my pipe! What may be good for Oscar Wilde is not necessarily good for me. BluesTraveler: thanks for the chat. I'll try to check in next week. CS: how do we know you're the real stones? Beet: wasit lit? Principalpoop: stones, your highness ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WE’RE HAVING AUTHORIZED POSSESSED MOLLUSKS FOR DINNER” - 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' late: o god it's too late to get surreal Zero Ohms: Backlit, maybe? Beet: Bye Bye Blues ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Lit by Lord Byron, no doubt! CS: lateness and surrealism go together Stlouielou: MFNM OOO mow mow EWeston: From the Chez Byrons? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You ask how you should know that I am the "real stones," CS? I LIVE HERE!!! EWeston: Here! Here! CS: so where does Honey live? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** This episode is available as a podcast from iTunes (fore free) Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ shoes for the dead: there there Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): "Stones" is a proper noun! My apologetics, CS! Pico & Alvarado: bead DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones EWeston: where where Beet: where where Pico & Alvarado: they're their Zero Ohms: I've got to admit it's getting smaller, late: solid jackson? Pico & Alvarado: off the pigs Principalpoop: he is stones, but he is not our stones, get a kidney Dexter Fong: Hem: I'm okay with that but you should know that up to perhaps 5 or 6 months ago, a Hemlock from England chatted here quite frequently CS: just a shot away Pico & Alvarado: they're getting smaller Principalpoop: psyche a boom boom EWeston: between the wrists and ankules Pico & Alvarado: everythings turning blue Principalpoop: the moss Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): DJTween: I hail thee as well! Zero Ohms: You're such a tool! Dexter Fong: P&A: Stop strangling yourslf EWeston: Dig the rhetoric! Principalpoop: Refine the oratory Dexter Fong: Crazy,man, craZy Pico & Alvarado: short hair working here EWeston: Massage the neck! Principalpoop: long legs run in my family Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Pico and Alvarado, haven't we met before? It's been about 2,000 years and not on vinyl. ||||||||| nordlaw enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. EWeston: How far do they run before they walk? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Refine the oratorio, Principalpoop? What Handel not good enough for you, eh? DJTween: Hi nordlaw Dexter Fong: hajjelulah DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Beet: Welcome nordlaw EWeston: He was a lousy date, I know that Principalpoop: get a handle on the saddle, yeehaw 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. Pico & Alvarado: arther connan doyle introduced us Principalpoop: a miss is as good as a mile Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dexter: You have forgotten the key! It starts in e minor and ends in D major, not E major! Aaaaah! EWeston: Not Artur Cohan Doily? Dexter Fong: Poop: And is a lass as good as a male? nordlaw: no fireboys tonight eh? late: convenient log for mr nsa? Principalpoop: lassie was a boy, or wait Dexter Fong: only very rarely, late ||||||||| Outside, the 10:07 PM downtown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving garyh coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: sorry, nord Principalpoop: is that you gary? Beet: Austin was the last one about 3 weeks ago Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Can't get out of my tree suit again! Flotsam you flathead! Dexter Fong: No that's garyh poop EWeston: Cruising the Docks again eh? Dexter Fong: Poop: THE "H" is aspirated like the "H" in wheat thins ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| eldroid - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Ah Gary - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: fried side thwatre Principalpoop: faugh shoes for the dead: theatre Dexter Fong: faux Principalpoop: thee ah ture EWeston: Name of a dog! Fido. Principalpoop: the ater Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I must bid you all a goodbye for now. I see you next week! Dexter Fong: tis not thee, my poop. tis the stars ||||||||| Around 10:11 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset... EWeston: By BY Stones Principalpoop: what do we hear for that bid? Pico & Alvarado: went to the headless body farm Stlouielou: adios EWeston: Three queens and a trivit. Dexter Fong: see anybody you knew? Principalpoop: who knew? shoes for the dead: how can i know what you hear? EWeston: Certainly not the trivit. Principalpoop: metaphysically impossible Beet: Metaphysically absurd Dexter Fong: Shoes: Turn to channel 32 Lima Charlie Principalpoop: check your epistimology, at the door Beet: Slow on the draw EWeston: And paraphysiclly redundant. Dexter Fong: but quick on the sketch Pico & Alvarado: 32-48 Dexter Fong: What's the spread? Principalpoop: bingo, lotto, marco, polo Zero Ohms: Withdrawing gracefully, I hope to join you next week for the exciting conclusion of... Principalpoop: zzzzzt, ouch olms EWeston: Olice tomato pastish Beet: See ya Z Dexter Fong: ....you got it ZO Zero Ohms: Because everything I know is... Principalpoop: wrong CS: later zero shoes for the dead: WRONG!! EWeston: G'by electi, city Pico & Alvarado: Ohms out Dexter Fong: First 'olmes...then Ohms....a conspiracy? Beet: What they are describing is happening now EWeston: Amp watt? Pico & Alvarado: amped late: how prophetic, i'm flipping thru sat and there's a 'youtv' - looks like 24/7 infomercials Principalpoop: why would you ask that fong, unless you know something, what do you know? shoes for the dead: Ohm Shanti CS: am what am Principalpoop: ham what am Pico & Alvarado: shanti ohm Dexter Fong: Poop: I'[ve been waiting *and* watching for your response shoes for the dead: tastes likr pork EWeston: To be amped, or to have amperage applied Principalpoop: I am at my wits end, I need a wet one Beet: Why hasn't someone opened Frank Furter's Hot Dogs? CS: tastes like pork Dexter Fong: ...also, I've noticed that you now refer to yourslef as Principal'oop Pico & Alvarado: Pooper look out for that mountain EWeston: A wet or damp wit suit you sur? Principalpoop: she'll be coming around the mountain, when she comes Pico & Alvarado: EW: amped Dexter Fong: She might be faking it Pico & Alvarado: stress the point EWeston: Past the rows of crossed switches ||||||||| 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 uhClem plummets into the garden at 10:19 PM. Principalpoop: ahh big sur, is that hawaii or santa monica? Dexter Fong: she might still be in the *tunnel* shoes for the dead: no, she's on six horses Beet: Hey Clem Principalpoop: wow, 6 EWeston: A big wet wit sur comin right atcha!, Duck! Pico & Alvarado: 2 Principalpoop: at yur cervix, hehe Pico & Alvarado: 1 EWeston: Fowl thing Beet: I'm getting motion sickness Stlouielou: Si~ Principalpoop: it ain't the motion, it's the meat Pico & Alvarado: mortadella Principalpoop: everybody do the locomotion EWeston: In case of earthquake use a chicken shoes for the dead: someone lit up in the elevator Pico & Alvarado: proscuttio Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please bring everybody a big tall glass of meat ||||||||| Catherwood gets everybody a big tall glass of meat. Stlouielou: it's easier than learnin' your ABC's Dexter Fong: Me too BERGMAN Principalpoop: they had ashtrays in elevators when I was a youngster Beet: none of this possible without Otis shoes for the dead: geshundheit Merlyn: imagine how much faster that bit would be in England late: mmm pork, thanks, man EWeston: Hail Otis! ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uh_Clem in through the front door at 10:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. CS: a faster lift? Principalpoop: clones EWeston: Uh clews? Pico & Alvarado: clews for you? EWeston: And none for you Ha Ha Stlouielou: Otis was the BEST drunk.... Principalpoop: looking for clones in too many places, looking for red rubber noses on too many faces ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Bob Bunny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| nordlaw - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| garyh - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: He'd pick you up and then he's let you down....gently EWeston: Peusudo Irishman Principalpoop: suedo lavatori EWeston: Only during the Mting Season Pico & Alvarado: dead from dying Dexter Fong: El lavatorio Embellishmento shoes for the dead: sue sue sudio Principalpoop: mating or molting or malting? EWeston: Got the little angles and camera's in the ceilings Pico & Alvarado: rain in Octember? Principalpoop: will the rain hurt the rubarb? EWeston: Fission or mitosis your choice Dexter Fong: sprain in janenber Stlouielou: I went fiddion just the other day Principalpoop: i'll take mitosis for 80 chuck EWeston: You can sprane yer ankule(s) Dexter Fong: ...and yah kin rotate your joints... Principalpoop: fiddion, hmmm, not a clue, give us another hint Pico & Alvarado: fill osmosis EWeston: The D ansd S key is...nieghboors! Pico & Alvarado: pigmar bergman Principalpoop: ahh, now I see said the deaf man Stlouielou: and someone MAY be high EWeston: Stem cells is special! ||||||||| RedPillTweeny sneaks in around 10:30 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Pico & Alvarado: toxon dingidingi Principalpoop: someone's stoned out of his gourd lord, kumbuyah EWeston: Nonsence, maybe quantumsence Principalpoop: my dingaling, everybody sing Dexter Fong: Don'y be sellin' weed to Jesus, man.... Stlouielou: Jeasus was a soul man Pico & Alvarado: bong hits for Jesus Principalpoop: dig it shoes for the dead: adam was a sole man EWeston: Too lateee... CS: here's some of that jamaican that the boys thought they had hidden from me Stlouielou: bong hits for breakfast Principalpoop: rats, all i got is derango green Pico & Alvarado: Adam had no belly-button Dexter Fong: lol cat Beet: What did he contemplate? Principalpoop: what did he call his apple? ||||||||| 10:33 PM: DonaLyn 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!" EWeston: When did god create belly button lint? Dexter Fong: Poop: Crab? Stlouielou: levedicus Pico & Alvarado: EW: after the fall Principalpoop: granny green hell I don't know EWeston: OK I knew that. Dexter Fong: When man started wearing cotton flannel shoes for the dead: they have pills for that,STL Beet: What are giving up for lint Dexter Fong: My beliefs EWeston: That's when we started wearing cotton flannel Stlouielou: so hungry the dog treats are looking good Principalpoop: any labor day plans? dinner at macdonalds or what? shoes for the dead: my navel, Beet EWeston: My 5 year old recomends them Pico & Alvarado: the vittles us DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Stlouielou: hillbilly holiday here in the lou...bbq etc 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. Principalpoop: not bad, but your leg starts having strange movements Pico & Alvarado: campbell pig Principalpoop: yeehaw DonaLyn: I just want to tell you I love you all Dexter Fong: a true scattish pig, laddie Principalpoop: talk is cheap, prove it, photos and videos and house visitis Pico & Alvarado: you can shoot all the pink chickens you want, I ain't cookin any. DJTween: We love you too, Dona Firehead Dexter Fong: Ohh Donna.....Ohhh!! donna Beet: Consider raising frogs late: hey kids, raise giant frogs in your cellar! Principalpoop: lifting them up to do what? Beet: Hop to it Dexter Fong: Beet: YOu cannot tell those frogs what to do, man DonaLyn: Ah I remember your rom 1970 DJTween: Won't they eat the Chinchillas, late? Pico & Alvarado: grow shnook in your toilet at night Stlouielou: Elvis never did shoes for the dead: or tossing them for skeet, Beet Principalpoop: rom? noo, i only use ram late: omg, not the chinchillas Beet: My bad Dexter Fong: no harn Dexter Fong: m Dexter Fong: No fowl DonaLyn: From Dexter Fong: Here to ........... ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uh_Clem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Pico & Alvarado: mutant blues Principalpoop: you did not do enough drugs then, the 70s are lost in the mist of time Beet: Frogs on a stick Pico & Alvarado: more frogs late: gig that frog shoes for the dead: then ya char them to make them stiff Principalpoop: eternity fong Dexter Fong: Yes, new Orlens jazz like you've never heard it before, played by some of nature's more repellent mutants Pico & Alvarado: frog, I got a gig for ya, that will kill you Beet: Sticky Tongue's Frogs Legs Dexter Fong: Jackalope on the Slide trambone Principalpoop: and what about the toads man, bigots Stlouielou: hello my rag time gal..... Dexter Fong: Chupacabra on percusiion Pico & Alvarado: tastes like chicken CS: Clive Davis on check book Principalpoop: the little board with wheels from national lampoon Pico & Alvarado: perchicken Dexter Fong: Cubahlibere on paina CS: that's earl CS: this is the longest piece i recall him doing on this show. he's usually in the background Pico & Alvarado: ask about the bag Pico & Alvarado: Latin for chicken shoes for the dead: the platterpus Principalpoop: greek for pork Dexter Fong: Here! P&A< tried some of this deep fried bag DJTween: This has turned into a radio party :) Dexter Fong: partay!!! Stlouielou: beats workin' CS: lol Principalpoop: been so long since I found out, what people mean by down and out Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong, deep fried glibs, delicious CS: hopefully you're up and in, poop Principalpoop: it looked like up to me Pico & Alvarado: up and in shoes for the dead: they "say" they weren't stoned on these shows, but,,,,,,,,,,, EWeston: Only my moma loves me. And she maybe jiving me too! Dexter Fong: It comes with a side of bon motry
DJTween has been down so long it looks like up to him Principalpoop: people still jive? Dexter Fong: Try to get up off the floor tweeny DJTween: "It's all right stewardess, I speak Jive." CS: earl has his own station, radio jive. look it up on line. EWeston: Staggers back into the tardis Pico & Alvarado: wuz real Principalpoop: no fair tween only one whiner at a time, i was first Dexter Fong: Poop and shuck too DJTween: heheh CS: he played all these shows before DOMM came out and will be involved in their new radio station Principalpoop: jive and shuck too, whoda thunk it CS: tween, airplane? funniest flick ever made DJTween: kewl, cease EWeston: Only one use of the tooth fairy is allowed per chat Principalpoop: you like gladiator movies? Pico & Alvarado: only Mr. Fong DJTween: Yeah, Airplane! Beet: Airplabe my favorite Dexter Fong: Poop: It was them Cannivers......over yon by the sheep ranch Beet: plane Principalpoop: ahh come on, young frankenstein EWeston: If I can get ehough olive oil Principalpoop: blazing saddles, lots of funny movies CS: watching that and earlier holy grail, nearly died of laughter, like the python joke Stlouielou: saddles DJTween: Firesign Theatre? They're a comedy troupe from California, but that's not important right now Stlouielou: Tap EWeston: Kelly's Heros Principalpoop: yes, monty python, peter sellers, jerry lewis, lots Pico & Alvarado: you can deep fry your own bag! DJTween: I use the Blazing Saddles theme for my Sunday show Stlouielou: Rutles....do I have to spell it out? Principalpoop: I didn't get a harrumph from that guy... Dexter Fong: P&A: But you can be arrested for choking your bag in public EWeston: But this is a bag of shit! Beet: really good shit Principalpoop: it is great shit CS: but it's really great shit, mrs pressed key Dexter Fong: Are you saying it's chickenbag? Dexter Fong: I mean bagshit Stlouielou: my shit is stuff your shit is shit DJTween: in case anyone is interested and wants to waste some time on a Sunday afternoon >> live 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 EWeston: On Mrs Presskey's wordf of it. Principalpoop: guno guano, bat shit Dexter Fong: Louie: And your gal ain't didlysquat Stlouielou: lol Pico & Alvarado: my shit is poop EWeston: An early strategic resource Stlouielou: she's 6 ft 4 aleeps in the kitchen with her head out the door Principalpoop: huh, hold on there buddy, ok, now hold it over there Dexter Fong: Well!! Explain *that* if you can Mr. Poop EWeston: Come on Mr. and Mrs To Busy tobe a Homecoming Queen! Pico & Alvarado: gotta download some shit Principalpoop: in this instance the word poop changes from verb to noun to subject to topic to category to genre shoes for the dead: Mr Hippie! Principalpoop: poop changes, as the song tells us Dexter Fong: P&A: What yah gonna do with the chicken? EWeston: Whiplash! Beet: Mr Armchai General Principalpoop: and happens shoes for the dead: but doody calls, POOP Stlouielou: *all sinkers no floaters* Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil and paper ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| DonaLyn - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: and a compass, the one with the pointy end EWeston: Qrrh! nail that mans foot to the deck! Principalpoop: ouch, i will give you 20 minutes to stop that Dexter Fong: Charles!! Stop stabbing nancy with that pointy end Stlouielou: Hello I must be going see you all next week DJTween: later gator EWeston: I'll give you a smack Beet: Bye Louie shoes for the dead: bye, Stl Principalpoop: and the dog wants out, thanks all, best to all, ciaooo Dexter Fong: Later Louie ||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 10:56 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..." Beet: Bye poop? CS: keep on lou ing Dexter Fong: Awhhoooo to you too Poop CS: by poop EWeston: Yep drop body inthe tub time , see you all Beet: Get clean Dexter Fong: Keep afloat, EW ||||||||| 10:58 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). shoes for the dead: Pants the Bourgeoise!!! see ya later Dexter Fong: Shuffle off shoes Beet: c ya dhoes Beet: shoes Dexter Fong: Masked bands of Esperantos Beet: Great insert Tween ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Dexter Fong: It's EW having his bath DJTween: EW's departure was somewhat prescient Dexter Fong: Beet: It's Bergman's music choice Beet: That was cool Beet: I could never get into Monopoly DJTween: Beet: Great insert Tween << was them, not me ;) Beet: Got it Dexter Fong: And don't try again, either Beet DJTween: They do that sometimes Beet: Still cool DJTween: very CS: for some reason i seem to remember a lot of time spent playing monopoly and other board games in childhood Beet: If eber I had attention deficit it was durung that game Dexter Fong: I think it's your turn Cat Beet: I'll buy Park Place CS: ok, go directly to jail, do not eat at per se Dexter Fong: You already own it , Beet Dexter Fong: lol Cat Beet: See how bad I am at this? Rufus_T_Firetween: In Federal Reserve Monopoly, if you land on FED, can you have as much money as you like? CS: dex, you know the new york stuff in domm. i gave you the whole series a few monthes but domm came out. Dexter Fong: Have you tried a reverse mortgage, Beet CS: i'm looking for back ground NYC rifs from their various nyc shows from the 70 tour. Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes? Beet: Wouldn't know one if I saw one CS: i think the vertical highways thing in this might do CS: i'm composing some intros and extros for the radio station and they want me to put firesign under firesign, if you get my drift Beet: Why don't women go for the really committed Dexter Fong: Yeah..in a bewildered sense...so much material....so much more material....etc DJTween: sounds kinky, cease CS: just like these radio pieces have one firesign talkling under another speaker CS: a lot of their humour is from that. CS: do you like horses, for examplle ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| late - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Uhhh...Tween.....let's just refer to it as a 646...a B&E ....tailgating......yeh know Beet: Only the hardcore DJTween: Well, they're always supporting each other in the background, and making stuff up on the fly. It's wonderful improv :) DJTween: lol Dex CS: waiting for the machinist or someone like her Dexter Fong: You must wqnt Rosie...you know... CS: i'm rivetted Dexter Fong: Kerchief on the head and slevves rolled up for America Beet: see the "q" is right above the "a" Dexter Fong: qhhh Beet: Porcupine stampede
Rufus_T_Firetween wants to move to Montana and raise porcupines and dental floss Beet: get the point ha ha ha Dexter Fong: raisin' that dental floss takes a big bite outta the ecology Rufus_T_Firetween: Can seel the quills to restaurants for toothpics and the floss to dentists Rufus_T_Firetween: *sell Dexter Fong: There ain't but 6 dentists in Montanna Rufus_T_Firetween: and have the missus cook me up some reall good porcupine stew Dexter Fong: and the resaurants all have those little pre-twisted olive tree spears Rufus_T_Firetween: Well, then just I'll have to start my own resturant/dentistry Rufus_T_Firetween: Our motto - "We fill your mouth and clean your teeth, all in the same place." Beet: An awesome sight Dexter Fong: I just need a cavity filled..I'm not hungry CS: had dental appointment today. rather not be reminded of it CS: Fumiyo has massive dental operation next week. teeth are not our friends Rufus_T_Firetween: We'll fill it with fools gold. Lasts longer that way and like the Dollar, it's worthless so you can have it for free! Dexter Fong: Cat: They are, just high maintenance friends Dexter Fong: Whoah! From outta the far right comes Rufus CS: what happened to the sound? ||||||||| 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 live 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' CS: ah CS: this is a precursor to austin's imaginary menus DJTween: sorry about that CS: one of the last things i saw them do in washington in early b2019 Dexter Fong: before 2019? DJTween: I'm running two streams from a really old Mac laptop. Tried to add an app I shouldn't have :/ CS: 2010, maybe january. with merl and many others. jahgust from last week's chat CS: last time i saw bergman. he was just plotting his podcast then and i was able to give him some useful advice CS: he went a long way with that podcast. always had a need to communicate Beet: Another stellar performance, Tween. Nice being with you all again. 'Bye. CS: ah, the tween voice Dexter Fong: Thanks a whole heap Tween CS: thanks djtween and rufus Dexter Fong: Night beet CS: off we flit ||||||||| At 11:26 PM, CS hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Dexter Fong: And thanks also to Merlyn Dexter Fong: next week Dear Friends DJTween: Yes indeed, thanks to Merlyn for the chat :) DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTween leaves at 11:27 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..." ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:27 PM. Merlyn: see ya next week, thanks tweeny ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:28 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| 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 pneumonia ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhClem - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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:
Ah Gary
Beet
BluesTraveler
Bob Bunny
Chatto
clem
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
docm
DonaLyn
eldroid
EWeston
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Merlyn
nordlaw
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
Zero Ohms
