Special appearance by
P. Austin
Phil Proctor audio interview is here
||||||||| 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 October 03, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby in through the front door at 7:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Outside, the 7:31 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Peaches coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| 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 Mudhead falls out at 7:35 PM. Mudhead: Got my solid platinum coin, ready for the doll drop ||||||||| Wingslinger bounds in at 7:38 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mudhead: Need a door knocker? Wingslinger: I got one for you. Nice color. Mudhead: I've already got one. ||||||||| It's 7:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mudhead: But I did get this fancy platinum coin Mudhead: They said it was worth a trillion dollars... Wingslinger: Are those your two-tones through the floorboard? Mudhead: I'll give it to you for a bottle of hooch and a baggie... Wingslinger: Not sure where I'll get change... Mudhead: I tradedmy two-tones to a man for a flute Mudhead: theres lottsa paper, i been usin it to wipe Wingslinger: I can't reach it in this tree. Wingslinger: Going to get a tall, edible bottle of Bear-Whiz. BRB. ||||||||| DJTween bounds in at 7:45 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mudhead: at which point, ones are more valuable than all the rest of the currency. DJTween: hewwo ||||||||| New notice: '** PHIL PROCTOR INTERVIEW TONIGHT - 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)' Mudhead: here tween, catch this platinum coin DJTween: mmmm platinum DJTween: Is that the one which is supposed to take care of the National Debt? Mudhead: yep DJTween: A Trillion $$? Then I guess we'll need 17 of them DJTween: pocket change Mudhead: lifted it as there wasnt anyone lookin after it ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Wingslinger: still not back Rufus_T_Firetween: I think it's a front Wingslinger: I guess we're all alphabetical on this bus (top) Wingslinger: still not back. Mudhead: no joy on the stream Tweeny DJTween: 8:45pm EST DJTween: The times I'm listing above are Central DJTween: got to read the fine print ;) DJTween: Maybe I should change that to EST so people don't get confused Mudhead: carry the one, divide by zero ||||||||| It's 7:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Peaches - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| New notice: '** PHIL PROCTOR INTERVIEW TONIGHT - There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. 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)' Mudhead: Is this where I get my Obamacare? ||||||||| "7:56 PM? 7:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "jb should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as jb enters and sits in the comfy chair. Wingslinger: My guess in advance: Jaundice. Mudhead: WooHoo! Wingslinger: That was Mein Khampfy Chair! DJTween: Hi jb Mudhead: So now, instead of dying poor, broke and uninsured, I can die poor, broke, and insured! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Mudhead: Catherwood get me a beer ||||||||| Catherwood gets Mudhead a beer. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Boogr inside, makes a note of the time (8:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:02 PM and late as usual, it's Ted, just back from Missouri." Mudhead: hi guyz Boogr: Too early, methinks... Wingslinger: I didn't know you could order beer. Mudhead: never too early...for the Spanish Inquisition Mudhead: go ahead, try it DJTween: Hello Boogr, Ted Wingslinger: In that case, dos cervesas, por favor. Mudhead: but dont pis him off Mudhead: oh me? order you beer? Mudhead: ok, I'll try Wingslinger: Catherwood, bring me Susan under hill. ||||||||| Catherwood gives Wingslinger susan under hill. Mudhead: Catherwood get wingsliner dos cervasa ||||||||| Catherwood gets wingsliner dos cervasa. Ted: Coke for me please...I understand it comes in bottles in this country! Mudhead: i like the powdered sugar in the bottom of the box Wingslinger: Hey! I'm happy! These knockers aren't obsidian. Mudhead: there platinum Mudhead: goes with the coins Wingslinger: She's naturally platinum. Mudhead: is it time Tweeny? ||||||||| "8:08 PM? 8:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ted Troutbender should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ted Troutbender enters and sits at the bar. Ted: 10 take 52 Mudhead: im time troubled tonight Mudhead: Catherwood get drinks for everybody ||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for everybody. Wingslinger: Cheers, mate! Mudhead: yer welcome ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Tom into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:10 PM, then departs. DJTween: You guys have any questions you'd like me to ask Phil? Tom: When is he coming back to FL? Wingslinger: You're the moderator? DJTween: You mean a FST tour? DJTween: Yes DJTween: I'll be interviewing him on the radio feed Tom: No. Stage/play work. Wingslinger: I'm new here. Wingslinger: Cool. DJTween: OK, yeah I DJ the radio simulcast Wingslinger: First heard in 1978, college. DJTween: OK, I'll ask him about work in other parts of the country. Tom: And ask him how the eye is. Wingslinger: ? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:16 PM and Break Winder bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Mudhead: the private eye? Wingslinger: Bet its moldy. ||||||||| 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 plummets into the garden at 8:17 PM. Rufus_T_Firetween: I will certainly ask him about his operation. Tom: He recently had cataract surgery Wingslinger: moldy grape, not the eye Rufus_T_Firetween: BTW - I am DJTween's alter ego ;) Merlyn: hey tween, I sent out an email alert on Procmer Rufus_T_Firetween: (two computers) Mudhead: time yet Tweeny? Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks so much Merlyn, I saw that :-) Wingslinger: Must be a Marx Bros fan Wingslinger: night/opera ||||||||| New notice: 'Phil Proctor Tonight' Rufus_T_Firetween: I could throw some music up if you like, Mud. Let me get the timing right Merlyn: oops, damn Mudhead: While I wait, Imma sign up for Obamacare Wingslinger: klol Merlyn: used the wrong prefix and clobbered yours tween, I'll put it back DJTween: What would you like to hear, Mud? ||||||||| New notice: '** PHIL PROCTOR INTERVIEW TONIGHT - 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)' Mudhead: Pink Floyd Rufus_T_Firetween: no big, Merlyn Tom: Also will FT do anymore projects together or has Peter's death ended that possibility. ||||||||| "8:19 PM? 8:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DoctorMemory should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DoctorMemory enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| New topic: 'Phil Proctor Tonight!' DJTween: I'll surely ask him that, Tom DoctorMemory: Glad I remembered FLIPFLOP BAD MACNAM Mudhead: I'd listen to white noise, I dont care Tweeny Tom: Can you play some selections from the Tuvan Throat Singers Million Sellers? That record always chokes me up. Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Mud, OK Mudhead: Simulcast C-Span ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:24 PM, dragging pep pils pep pills by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ted Troutbender - dead from measles ||||||||| Boogr - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DoctorMemory: Insert your Chagerer Card now Mudhead: woohoo, my pep pills are back! DJTween: Your wish is my command, Tom ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:26 PM, dragging john geoffrey by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Merlyn: Hey tween, do you think you could start music earlier so people have more time to make sure their stream is working? Mudhead: yay! Joy Tweeny! DJTween: The stream is up, so you can pick it up. Will start music in a minute ||||||||| 8:27 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTween: I do, Merlyn Tom: Is Telstar beaming this overseas? DJTween: That's why I have warm-up music starting 15 minutes before Mudhead: Well, what am I thinking NOW? pep pils pep pills: Though it would be nice if I had a leg to be dragged by DJTween: Nobody's usually here this early ;) Break Winder: Got my Ma Rainey's Mole Skin Cookies out with a cupajoe! Wingslinger: Can't find "Firesign Chat with Papoon" or "Lawyer's Hospital." DJTween: Tuva you want, Tuva you get :-) Captain Equinox: Love them throat singers! DJTween: This is from the album Back Tuva Future Mudhead: better than listening to the Republicans Wingslinger: Right on, man! Tom: Linda Lovelace on bass ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Lil into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:29 PM, then departs. Lil: hi gang Tom: Charles Throat on vibes Lil: in the middle of a move but did not want to miss this lol Mudhead: Catherwood get everyone a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone a drink. DJTween: Hi Lil Lil: boy can I use a few Break Winder: Hi, Tween....could you ask Phil about his most recent voiceover work? Lil: hi tweeny missed ya Mudhead: Catherwood get Lil a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets lil a drink. pep pils pep pills: only the deaf listen to the repubicans DJTween: Sure, Winder Captain Equinox: I hope I can stick around for the Skype. Break Winder: thanks! ||||||||| 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 tucker falls out at 8:34 PM. Mudhead: keep that guy way from the candles ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Uh, Bob into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:34 PM, then departs. Lil: can anybody tell me how to get the stream on my smart phone please DJTween: The Skype interview will start right around 9pm EST DJTween: That would be Willie Nelson Tom: Anybody know how we can get FT a lifetime Grammy? DoctorMemory: BAD MACNAM BAD MACNAM Wingslinger: catherwood, please get me a ham and cheese omelette. ||||||||| Catherwood gets Wingslinger a ham and cheese omelette. ||||||||| 8:37 PM: quid jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTween: Hi quid ||||||||| pep pils pep pills, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room. ||||||||| pep pils pep pills has arrived at the appointed hour of 8:38 PM. Tom: Charles Throat on vibes Tom: Linda Lovelace on bass Tom: Is Telstar beaming this overseas? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'men&womeninyourarea', just granted probation at 8:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'atom', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:39 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Wingslinger: No, but the Ventures are. DJTween: Hi men&women, atom Mudhead: Catherwood buy everybody a drink ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mudhead and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?" ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| john geoffrey - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| jb - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Ted - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Putney close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:40 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. Mudhead: Catherwood get everybody a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets everybody a drink. men&womeninyourarea: in various poses ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| CeeJayHey enters at 8:40 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Wingslinger: An interesting approach but it isn't us. DJTween: This one's called Little Yurt On The Prairie Putney: Oh Little Joe, Where's BEN? I can't bear that. DJTween: heheh ||||||||| Catherwood leads Ahh Clem into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:45 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'DrMemory', just granted probation at 8:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Putney: I was kneehigh to a mudslinger once. Depart of me knows you. ||||||||| 8:46 PM -- Ahh Clem left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Ahh Clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| petertripper sashays in at 8:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Principalpoop waltzes in at 8:47 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: huh? Putney: someone should quickly slouch back into the dining room. . . More sucrose Ahh Clem: Shall I sit here in the waiting room? DoctorMemory: EAT IT RAW Putney: please, allow me. Principalpoop: nice knockers Principalpoop: obisidan late: give that rca jack another vicious twist Lil: I cannot see look out for me Putney: Wait here in the sitting room Putney: seventy eight balls in the corner pocket tucker: raw raw raw Principalpoop: and swim the English Channell? Wingslinger: Is the sound on? Putney: throw a dollar across it please Principalpoop: joe fish and the tuna sandwiches Mudhead: Ive got a platinum coin Putney: Zounds . . . . . Arnold Ziffel DoctorMemory: Thanks, Rocky! Lil: you actually found 39 guys willing to give up their balls did you Break Winder: no sound here yet.... Ahh Clem: Where's your school spirit? DoctorMemory: some left channel droppoing out hapenning Putney: you coined the phrase, (in my skirt pocket) Mudhead: under the rumble seat Principalpoop: turn on the little chrome switch DrMemory: I've got the music on the simulcast Principalpoop: my last gf has my balls nailed to a wall in her house Wingslinger: I want to be able to hear this in Tierra del Fuego late: little lint build up on the old phono cartridge ||||||||| Catherwood ushers MarkTime into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:51 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: all together now DJTween: Hello. Mark. DoctorMemory: all right channel now ||||||||| pep pils pep pills departs at 8:52 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Putney: when is adoor not a door "Hi Mark"" DoctorMemory: Ah ok Principalpoop: what is this 67? 68? late: bunch of 1s and 0s off the disk platter jammed up in the cable ||||||||| 8:52 PM: Adolph jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTween: somewhere in there, P Putney: Hoop La Principalpoop: ana logg Putney: Hey, s'been ages! Principalpoop: almost blood sweat and tears, but I don't think so Mudhead: i knew her DrMemory: hot cheese log DoctorMemory: Isn't it time to insert your ChargerCard now? ||||||||| 8:54 PM: banjotune jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" MarkTime: hey crew....nice to see everyone tonight Principalpoop: i heard the banjo atheist song DJTween: Hi banjo Adolph: Hi Mark...Hi Time ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Uh, Bob - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| quid - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Tom: Can we all do a Firesign cheer to lighten our spirits? Ahh Clem: Why does the porridge bird lay it's eggs in the air? DoctorMemory: Uh, Clem DJTween: Raw Raw Raw Principalpoop: there is no placard under my seat, I looked DoctorMemory: Eat I t Raw Mudhead: i got ey under my seat Tom: Give me an F Mudhead: key* Adolph: I lost my F Putney: Yeah. . . . . Cheers to Pappy. . . . with the new brew here can you reach it? Principalpoop: fail ||||||||| pep pils pep pills steps in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Break Winder: More Sugar! Putney: knock de door down for PolarPro Principalpoop: ok, lineup and count off Adolph: Ohh Eff Eff Ahh Clem: 12 Principalpoop: you ain't got no brains on the left Tom: More hi fructose corn syrup ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:57 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: Present, or here ||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Barney! should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Barney! enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Putney: Where is my old mattress? Principalpoop: cheese it the Fong DJTween: Boy, does this bring back memories from the 60's ||||||||| 8:58 PM: Nabby jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Ahh Clem: I never lie and I'm always right Nabby: Greets! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Pico&Alvarado close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. Mudhead: Future or then Adolph: I had a 60 once ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Elmertown." Principalpoop: oh beet Barney!: Ya gotta start young if you're gonna stick it out. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:58 PM and Cat sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Putney: Whilst listening . . . drop us a doll Tom: Do you remember the future? Beet: howdy, dear friends Nabby: who doesn't? Dexter Fong: Hello evrybody Mudhead: Catherwood get cat a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets cat a drink. Putney: say hello ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Larry close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom. pep pils pep pills: Mmmmm........ high fructose corn suryp, my favorite..... Cat: always a good idea Pico&Alvarado: the future is in the past Principalpoop: i guess that includes me, nice of you Nabby: Cat atom: hi there Adolph: Hi where? Principalpoop: what cat is that? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Captain Oiloff in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Putney: who has their digital anythings? ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 03, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies doubletwist into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:00 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mrose102 plummets into the garden at 9:00 PM. Principalpoop: hello phil Ahh Clem: OK, let's all push the same button at the same time and see what happens Putney: woohooot ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:00 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Nabby: meouch late: it's nino the mind bender DrMemory: The interview has started Merlyn: we can hear ya phil Adolph: Is this really the place to discuss my digitals? Merlyn: so tween, can you see phil? Beet: Phil Prokmer! Merlyn: get your cat racks fixed late: took a razor blade right to the eye, gosh Adolph: Fill Proxy? Nabby: Who's Peggy? Cat: Ah, it's Phil Principalpoop: fantastic that it worked good, we told you ||||||||| Menlo Park enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Anton Globner steals in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Pico&Alvarado: you mean Nancy? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and catheter waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: al jolson's son? Barney!: What was wrong with the OLD zealand? Adolph: Stop calling me Phil Ahh Clem: I seee.... somehing ||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "CeeJayHey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as CeeJayHey enters and sits on the couch. Pico&Alvarado: Hello China ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Sport Trendleberg close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:02 PM and Hawke bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Sector R enters at 9:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Merlyn: old Zealand is too close to Denmark Principalpoop: man hatten Nabby: Weirdly quail. Barney!: New Zealot! Ahh Clem: You boys fight it out among yourselves Tom: I cant get the feed on my Tany late: damn, how does he make his voice do that? Adolph: Is man hatten close to gurl chapoo? CeeJayHey: Jeppers! Merlyn: Philbert and Gilligan operettos pep pils pep pills: Carry me back to old New Zealand..... Nabby: The two Z's: zest and zeal. Principalpoop: and the rest is yadda yadda history ||||||||| Catherwood escorts bruce into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:03 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM crosstown bus from Providence pulls away, leaving DryCooder coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Tom: My Tandy computer Mudhead: Catherwood get everybody a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets everybody a drink. Putney: how bout your front? Barney!: Thank you Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!" Putney: Pimm Putney: ci[ ||||||||| tylerstg enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bill', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: I'll have a blue rooster. Cat: Come sit on the face of a refined man. ||||||||| Juan Persona steps in at 9:04 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Putney: wow! tjat Merlyn: radio free O'Zealand Anton Globner: Sir, may I ask, when do you take your principaql poop? Principalpoop: wow, no midwife Putney: I missed the doll drop Beet: Neat story late: what? Putney: Your wife didn't ||||||||| Outside, the 9:05 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving BozoSonotros coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Ahh Clem: My god there's 2 of everyone in here! Principalpoop: when or where? tylerstg: exciting Nabby: exalting Putney: Poopalong Cassidy CeeJayHey: Keen that you showed those DoctorMemory: You can sit here in the waititng room, and nowhere else! Pico&Alvarado: The OZman Putney: Where' Merlyn: they got complaints for watching fake porn films on the radio Anton Globner: Both, that seems relevant. I'm sure it's a droll drop. Putney: the meister CeeJayHey: Yey, Gary Usher! Principalpoop: gary usher, as in the fall of Putney: dry one there ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and Swill bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| cLEM waltzes in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Anton Globner: Don't worry about bthe meister. Her lips are sealede. BozoSonotros: anybody know the easy way into this live chat? Is it video? Ahh Clem: Excuse me don't excuse me you're making not making Catherwood unhappy happy ||||||||| Catherwood excuses Ahh Clem you're making not making unhappy happy. ||||||||| mahi steps in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Nabby: Waz real? ||||||||| Jack Flanders enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. Putney: What about th Swill hounds? Pico&Alvarado: nasty Disme DoctorMemory: UNHAPPY MACNAM UNHAPPY MACNAM Nabby: Is that a band. Putney: That Obsidian knocker rocks on. Principalpoop: which was it? somebody like him or waiting for the electrician? Dexter Fong: Bozo: It is not video, it phil PROCTOR SKYPING WITH OUR host, Tweeny Pico&Alvarado: electric clothing Cat: waiting for the electric tailor or someone like her Principalpoop: poor xanadu Putney: bell bottoms? men&womeninyourarea: Rear Reverand Sport Trindelberg gives up this day ||||||||| Catherwood leads TheGreatMoople in through the front door at 9:08 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. late: commie pinko Anton Globner: eclectic loathing. Same thing Principalpoop: you are lingual? wow Nabby: hot-wired aluminum pants Beet: Get the Book Sport Trendleberg: God night and Good bless you! Cat: Yes, a musical ear is also a language ear Putney: How bi lingual are you. . Spanish? Nabby: oinko commie Ahh Clem: We got him on all 4 sides of us Nabby: I mean... BozoSonotros: you've got to plug in the DC Anton Globner: Al U. Minium. I went to high school with him. ||||||||| 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 malcolmxjohnlennon falls out at 9:09 PM. Merlyn: Огненный знак театра Principalpoop: is that siri in the background? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:09 PM and RichLather sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Nabby: There's 4 sides of 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 ''Bob'' gets out at 9:09 PM. ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| banjotune - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DrMemory: Is that Nancy talking to Phil? Ahh Clem: Listen to that baby hum BozoSonotros: Not to worry Putney: "Give the fiddlers a dram" Merlyn: That would be Melinda in the backgroup PP, Dr mem Cat: Singing for the people. What communism was supposed to be. Anton Globner: Al U. Minium, he sat next to Sarah Tonin. Behinf Al Bumin. Mudhead: Catherwood give the fiddlers a dram ||||||||| Catherwood gives the fiddlers a dram. Nabby: haha Principalpoop: what do you call them now? they used to be colored and now you cannot say that... Putney: I got the yolk? ||||||||| cLEM runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's cLEM?! It's 9:11 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" men&womeninyourarea: It is I, Prince Aukturas who commands it ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Clem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Woodrow Stool coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: yadda yadda Anton Globner: Catherwood may give a dram but I don't. ||||||||| Catherwood hands a dram but i don't. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies MrSea inside, makes a note of the time (9:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Putney: how bout a drum? Merlyn: in Russia, firesign laughs at you Mudhead: dont screw with Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood ignores Mudhead Nabby: Facinatin ||||||||| Catherwood enters with me close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with TommyK close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. ||||||||| 9:12 PM: Koyemsi jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Principalpoop: coool, super cool ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Jack Poet, just back from Evansville." men&womeninyourarea: Hey Regular, got anything to smoke? ||||||||| Porgie T sashays in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Ahh Clem: back to the shadows again. It was a slice. Putney: Reminds me of the mobius dick lounge where they wail all night" Merlyn: Potemkin villagers Putney: someone say Indians ya friend Cat: is that the real Jack Poet? CeeJayHey: Pay attenum! Putney: now no. . . . ||||||||| Outside, the 9:14 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving ShadowM coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Putney: Where Anton Globner: Whaling dick? We called him Mobey! Jack Poet: Hi, Folks. How about a nice deal on something that is worth virtually nothing? Principalpoop: capitalism won, now what? Putney: Porcelain the made. Cat: The Comintern Nabby: One system for all and none for nobody! Yeah! Putney: COMMUNssum ||||||||| 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 BlindNewsboy falls out at 9:15 PM. Nabby: I made Pocelain. Putney: biw What Indeed, was there a bet? shoes for the dead: how can nothing de virtual? Anton Globner: X marxc the spot! Putney: Is there a payoff on the winner? Nabby: Bbb Principalpoop: are we allowed to talk about them as humans now? Nabby: Uh uh no way no sir. Anton Globner: No Principalpoop: ok, putain monster Cat: Black Target Merlyn: black target Menlo Park: I introduced Phil and Pete to Marshall McLuhan and Son in 1975 in Toronto. I wondered if he recalled that meeting in the Centre for Culture and Technology at the University of Toronto. Exploding cigars were involved Nabby: economafia - more streamlined me: oh black market keep on rolling... ||||||||| Porgie T departs at 9:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" DrMemory: Racist ||||||||| 9:16 PM: GrantLarceny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" men&womeninyourarea: Mucus Bruto, I see you're up again with the cock ||||||||| Catherwood leads whatsachatname inside, makes a note of the time (9:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Anton Globner: They are evil, AND they're not good republicans. Off with their heads! (It's the best part, late: damn ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jamac inside, makes a note of the time (9:17 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Nabby: They werw and are awesome Phil. ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze enters at 9:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. Nabby: Silly Pate! BozoSonotros: This interface is a little hard to find the live broadcast. Am I missing something is there a live show right now? Jack Poet: Cal Worthington died, and I looked up the Ralph Williams videos. They are funny as hell. ||||||||| GrantLarceny sneaks away to Public Address System... Principalpoop: click the link at the top Putney: Catherwood you do that. . . the zero on the gas gauge ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Putney and mumbles "Did you want me?" Nabby: you have to finagle this http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u Principalpoop: for a live interview with phil proctor CeeJayHey: When Peter was doing his online show to the end, it stunnded me so bad! Break Winder: Finally getting sound here!!! Whoopeee! Putney: Mrs. Worthington is at the socialite ball. late: try 16K for that retro vibe Nabby: Right on Phil ||||||||| GrantLarceny has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:18 PM. Putney: Sound as the dollat heh heh ||||||||| Catherwood enters with EWeston close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. Nabby: Cats! Principalpoop: come on in cat Cat: I'm already in. Principalpoop: pepper? whos a pepper?
Dexter Fong Nabby: My cat's name is Steve Beet: a live cat interaction Principalpoop: or pecker? DrMemory: Mutant blue cats ||||||||| At 9:19 PM, pep pils pep pills vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| At 9:19 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, ShadowM!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Anton Globner: Already in? Get the fuck out! EWeston: Trailing clouds of glory I made it. Putney: HOO RAy for you all. . . Principalpoop: hi melinda GrantLarceny: QUESTION FOR PHIL: the cd cover art, was it done by Jimmy Picker of "Sundae In New York" fame? Nabby: Any pecker fans out there? TommyK: Phil - Please relate to us the Before and Aftra on DCTDHMTP and how Firesign was hindered by the Aftra voice talent designation. late: blue mutant chinchillas? Nabby: Green Bay peckers.... Putney: where is his hopped up girlfriend? Putney: No Smoking! ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'ferretjoe', just granted probation at 9:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Anton Globner: MORE SUGAR! (Godamighty I'm hungry!) Principalpoop: no tours ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:20 PM, dragging cassandal by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with bix313 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom. Koyemsi: Can Mr Punter see our questions? Mudhead: Catherwood get Melinda and Phil a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gets melinda and phil a drink. Dexter Fong: Koy: I don't believe so ||||||||| Kenji steps in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Putney: so Let's Eat Nabby: Those were great times and great records. DoctorMemory: A mighty hot dog is our Lord Nabby: Make her a blue rooster. Jack Poet: Can't get it. My puter downloads and then I can't find it. Putney: Amen Cat: Clark Wintergreen, Clark Wintergreen. Putney: Look under the bytes late: catherwood, everyone get's a blue moss, on me ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear late Nabby: Try opening the link in a media player Jack Poet: for a while. shoes for the dead: it's still warm! Nabby: Blue moss is delish. ||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says GrantLarceny, and leaves. Putney: Trials over Lincoln media player Principalpoop: install quicktime hahahaha Jack Poet: I act like I'm enjoying it--the moss. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from East Northport." Dexter Fong: Hi E Principalpoop: hey e late: i know, it tastes terrible Putney: I'm a goin' to the tracl DrMemory: I just opened it in a new tab on Firefox Nabby: Ash Grove.... Putney: I'm not a machine . . Elayne: Evenin' all. Can't stay long, waiting for dinner delivery. I think the electrician has it. Beet: i'm loving this Putney: Al Green ||||||||| Catherwood leads greg in through the front door at 9:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Cat: I saw the Firesigns at the Ash Grove at the end of 69 Nabby: Amazing story Elayne: Won't be here next week, most likely, as the NY Comic Con is going on. EWeston: Shorts and volt casarole? ||||||||| 9:24 PM -- GrantLarceny enters.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Principalpoop: bon ap and have fun if you jump fast, stay well Putney: I'll eat my shorts to that Elayne: Thanks Prinpoop1 ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE US A BREAK” - 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 >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbecoofprbe.html or the iTunes Store - https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/proctor-bergman/id692354720' Jack Poet: Saw McCartney in July. He was amazing. EWeston: No music while you eat? Elayne: Jack, he just did a Twitter "ask me anything" bit today. ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MrSea - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Adolph - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Ahh Clem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Tom - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Pico&Alvarado - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| doubletwist - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Mrose102 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Menlo Park - dead from the common cold ||||||||| catheter - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Hawke - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Sector R - dead from the common cold ||||||||| bruce - dead from jaundice ||||||||| DryCooder - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Bill - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Juan Persona - dead from measles ||||||||| Swill - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Jack Flanders - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: its a small world after all loool Dexter Fong: Whoa...What a reap!!!!! Putney: believe or not Saw Hendrix at City Park Stadium Nabby: Great jabbering! Principalpoop: ok, have fun downunder, mate EWeston: Duck! CeeJayHey: Have fun on your trip! Cat: Have fun in Rooterville ||||||||| Catherwood leads Glenn inside, makes a note of the time (9:25 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Beet: thank you, thank you, thank you Phil Putney: dead from the doll drops Nabby: Book book book! Putney: where? Merlyn: Yer a wizard, Phil! shoes for the dead: dropping like mars flies in a klein bottle Nabby: Ditto Beet GrantLarceny: Wizard of Aus - pay no attention to the man behind the mic! Elayne: Annnd that's dinner. Maybe letter, folks. Sorry I missed Phil... Jack Poet: Indi if you're asking ME. Cat: phil's here, el Nabby: Tanx for sharing Phil - more stories pleez! Principalpoop: quick, the baby boomers are starting to drop like flies lool, sigh ||||||||| Catherwood leads smaz in through the front door at 9:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Chow E! ||||||||| laurabobara enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. CeeJayHey: Dial that Book in! Jack Poet: I'm a sprout in Indiana. Nabby: will it come with a scratch and sniff card? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:27 PM and late as usual, it's jahgust, just back from Rhode Island." Beet: Looking forward to the book Principalpoop: ciao for now? Merlyn: Here's the Amazon Women on the Moon segment with Phil: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vml3HBihbQg Cat: Thanks, Phil Anton Globner: Hey! Catherwood is getting your goat! ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Anton Globner and inquires "Did you need me?" late: far out man Nabby: skypey! Principalpoop: yes it was fun Beet: Fabulous ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:27 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" Cat: Yes it was, Tween Merlyn: good going, Tween Bunnyboy: Greetings, gates! jahgust: Oh Catherwood i love that you remembered! ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past jahgust Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny Nabby: muchly ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:27 PM, dragging BaHee by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" ||||||||| 9:27 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). TommyK: YAY!! DrMemory: Cool. ||||||||| Larry rushes off, saying "9:27 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: hip hop bunny shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween Merlyn: Here's that link again for Phil in Amazon Women on the Moon: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vml3HBihbQg DJTween: That was fun :-) EWeston: He's releafed MarkTime: hey that was just fantastic Kurt........thanks so much! Nabby: carumba it's give us a break! CeeJayHey: Way Way Cool < < < < < Jack Poet: 2:40 concert. Nabby: I hate this music too. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about Phil Proctor at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?member=Proctor Koyemsi: So long (the longer the better) Bunnyboy: Everybody got their BREAK CD? ||||||||| Moishechazzer enters at 9:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Putney: What about the Lincoln Town Cars shoes for the dead: Toto Slushhead!! Putney: I didn Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Phil at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Proctor CeeJayHey: What recording is this again? shoes for the dead: mine is on cassette Putney: nOT WITH MY sister ||||||||| At 9:30 PM, Koyemsi rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Putney: they're holding hands Eric Snowd ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:30 PM, dragging blurtcaster by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Nabby: Great record. Nabby: thousands of silvery pop top fish CeeJayHey: Yea, what is it? Putney: Jack who? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about GIVE US A BREAK at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Anton Globner: Ah, the Blurtster. He's my friend, not loike the others Nabby: Give Us a Break Putney: L A Principalpoop: the link at the top of the page tells you, give us a break ||||||||| Outside, the 9:31 PM bus from California pulls away, leaving rick coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Putney: schools of fish Bunnyboy: CeeJayHey: GIVE US A BREAK, by Proctor and Bergman. Finally on CD, from Laugh.com! Principalpoop: ask again, or give us a break DrMemory: Yeah, give us a break! Nabby: I haven't listened to this one in a long time ||||||||| Osstin enters at 9:32 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. CeeJayHey: I should like to "Give us a Break" im so sorry . . . EWeston: I don't loike what he's saying Pat. I don't loike it. Nabby: right on bunnyboy Merlyn: Did anyone record the interview? ||||||||| smaz departs at 9:32 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| 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 DrDespicable disembarks at 9:32 PM. Putney: don't call me towel head. . . . Cat: Not me, Merl DJTween: Hi DrD Nabby: don't be sorry be weirdly cool Cat: Missed the opening too. Things don't normally start here that quickly DrDespicable: Hello? Is this thing on? [shriek of feedback] ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Ahclem inside, makes a note of the time (9:33 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Putney: me no speakka da English ||||||||| Outside, the 9:34 PM bus from Iowa pulls away, leaving It's_Really_Great_Shit coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Putney: and doctors? arogant ones DrDespicable: So did I miss Phil? EWeston: Get the gerbil out of the headphones first. Putney: What about Hadji? Jack Poet: Night yall. Had a day from you know where. Hail to Marx and Lennon. Merlyn: Tween archived it TommyK: I just found this on iTunes and bought it for 10 bucks. Hope Phil and Peter's daughter get something out of the purchase! DoctorMemory: Yes Phil has left Nabby: very cruel very funny Anton Globner: Hokay You rika talk amerilcan now! Principalpoop: yes, he was here and now on his way to new zealand Beet: never heard bergman standup before Nabby: Phil & Peter have a daughter? but how? TommyK: That didn't come out right. Hmm. Phil, and the daughter of Peter... EWeston: Some say kosher. Some say to many tentacles DrDespicable: Well - I'm no fun, I fell right over... jahgust: Ha I think I missed him! Oh well had to work tonight as usual but o thought I might try! How is he doing after his third eye operation? Nabby: And which Peter? ||||||||| It's_Really_Great_Shit leaves to catch the 9:35 PM train to Hellmouth. Anton Globner: Oh! New Zeerand! Da rand dfown under! Nabby: rvrrfrvvrf Putney: forget ABOUT YOUR HAT DR X TommyK: I just found this on iTunes and bought it for 10 bucks. Hope Phil and Peter's daughter get something out of the purchase! Principalpoop: the eye works well, now he wants the other one fixed TommyK: Bergman... of course! Putney: AND EXPECIALLY NOT TALK ABOUT YOUR HAT jahgust: Which other one? Nabby: You mean they....mated?!! Nabby: Weirdly cool man ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:36 PM, dragging Night Gnus by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Anton Globner: What Nabby say! He so articurate! ||||||||| Jack Poet leaves at 9:36 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: Hi NG jahgust: How is everyone this evening? DJTween: You missed a good interview Nabby: A little salty Night Gnus: Living the dream Putney: idioats are for kids Nabby: Phil was in good form EWeston: Smaller and cleaner! Bunnyboy: We're swell, Joe! Nabby: Gonna be a great book Anton Globner: Somewhat lure-id Nabby: Idioats! Cat: Indeed, Nabby EWeston: I prefer Body Checks DJTween: ** BTW - what you're hearing is NOT from the new CD. This was ripped from an old LP, not the best quality, sorry. Putney: body cheeks TommyK: I was at the memorial for Peter. They announced a college fund for his daughter. I really wanted to donate but there was no method to do so. A charity video of the memorial was supposed to come out. DJTween: Just wanted to make that clear ||||||||| Captain Equinox departs at 9:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Nabby: Oof against the boards EWeston: Bobby cheats jahgust: Ice will take care of that swell Bun! Cat: Tommy, the one in Kirkland or LA? Putney: holding hands at McDonalds Nabby: Gotcha DJT cool to say ||||||||| Outside, the 9:38 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Captain Equinox coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. jahgust: "??;//////// TommyK: Kirkland. Bunnyboy: Tween: It serves fine. Thanks! EWeston: Till I swell up again shoes for the dead: as clear as virgin vinyl, Tween ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE US A BREAK” (lower quality, NOT from the new CD)- 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 >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbecoofprbe.html or the iTunes Store - https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/proctor-bergman/id692354720' ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:39 PM and late as usual, it's soylentia, just back from Billville." Putney: a Wrigley, lick a boot Nabby: That gathering was amazing Putney: Gimme two! jahgust: That last post was from my cat. He had stuff to say. Nabby: Kirkland Cat: I was at that one too. I wonder when they'll release a copy of it. TommyK: Was very emotional and what a last show it was. Sat next to Peter's family and felt honored to be there. ||||||||| Oprah enters at 9:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Nabby: That would great DrMemory: The Doctor is Off DJTween: Hi soylent ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moishechazzer - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| BaHee - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| TheGreatMoople - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| atom - dead from jaundice ||||||||| men&womeninyourarea - dead from the yaws ||||||||| me - dead from The Plague ||||||||| BlindNewsboy - dead from measles ||||||||| jamac - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| bix313 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Kenji - dead from the yaws ||||||||| greg - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| At 9:40 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DrMemory!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... EWeston: Better than being concieted, and not having a well rouned personalty ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'zenbyte', just granted probation at 9:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: He's goin for it!!!! Beet: Hey, Tween, tell Tommy K how to donate to Peter's daughter jahgust: Yeh swwwaq soylentia: greetings groatlings Nabby: Jello! Principalpoop: finally some elbow room Cat: I had breakfast with Lily the following morning and will have a quote from her on my upcoming radio show EWeston: Choking fer shur soylentia: Guess I missed Phil? Nabby: Neato Cat jahgust: That last post was the cat again! Matbe he is channeling Bergman! Whats he trying to say? DoctorMemory: ha ha a fifth of Jack Spaniels 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! Nabby: I freed the what???? Classic!!! DJTween: Hey folks, if Phil can do it, so can you! :-) Principalpoop: the who? Nabby: ya, DM TommyK: Have fun all. Thanks to all for organizing this. Post a link to the charity on the Home page. Been great! I'll come back for more of these. Love your FB posts. Bye all. CeeJayHey: Such a delight! DJTween: Unfortunately Nabby, a little closer to the actual history of Lincoln :/ jahgust: Hey Tween I'll try and bite what do I gotta do? ||||||||| soylentia leaves at 9:42 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: See you next time, Tommy Nabby: Yes everybody buy this record now, even if you already own it. Nabby: Yikes DJT ||||||||| TommyK is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:42 PM. Cat: By tommy Nabby: Take care TK Beet: 'Bye Tommy Nabby: Ooh I missed Bunnyboy: Nite, Tommy! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:44 PM and late as usual, it's papoon77, just back from New York." Bunnyboy: We're surrounded by grey zombies. Nabby: This record is nuts. DJTween: Hi Papoon Principalpoop: lemon Cat: I've had this for decades and it still sounds new. Nabby: lemon MarkTime: great show kurt. I am going to have to get to bed so maybe I can catch up with you tomorrow. Nabby: It does ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:45 PM, dragging Nancy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" shoes for the dead: a "no va" car Principalpoop: dog wants out brb Nabby: arf she said Bunnyboy: Nite, Mark! EWeston: Walking down the road with a piston in my hand Nabby: Mark! adios MarkTime: Natt natt all! Nabby: remakes ||||||||| Woodrow Stool sneaks in around 9:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." CeeJayHey: It's good news! Dexter Fong: Hello.......Woody Nabby: doggies Merlyn: dog-eez? DJTween: Hi Woodrow EWeston: Des Woodrow have the annecdote? Bunnyboy: lo WS ||||||||| 9:48 PM -- Sport Trendleberg left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Nabby: Easy Dog, the easiest dogs ever DJTween: How about we trying some Skyping next week folks. Sound good? Merlyn: hyping skyping? jahgust: It's a Skype Hype! Nabby: I am the Nabby - I got bootered DJTween: ** Would love to be able to be able to get a Skyper during 1/2 time every week. Just give me your Skype name in private chat and I'll add you to the list :) jahgust: Yeh sounds and (depending on what yer wearing) looks like fun! Nabby: Well I have to take off thanks for the interview and the LP and great to see Phil and all of yaz Cat: by nabby EWeston: Bye buy Nabby Nabby: Later alley Gaters Bunnyboy: see ya, Nabby! DJTween: Nee you next time, Nabby :) ||||||||| Outside, the 9:54 PM uptown bus from Nevada pulls away, leaving thelionwaits coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Lion Dexter Fong: Night Nabby thelionwaits: Heyhihowaya. Cat: any relation to tom waits? ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| papoon77 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Clem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Wingslinger - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| tucker - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| tylerstg - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| malcolmxjohnlennon - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| RichLather - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| laurabobara - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| blurtcaster - dead from The Plague ||||||||| rick - dead from the common cold ||||||||| DrDespicable - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Night Gnus - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Oprah - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... thelionwaits: Alas, no. DJTween: heheh Bunnyboy: lo tlw! EWeston: Nee ner nee ner lion in the closet shoes for the dead: Tom Waitts for no man thelionwaits: Closet? >Ahem< This is a wardrobe, thankyouverymuch. XD Merlyn: no man's land camera Bunnyboy: More names in the chat dustbin. Alack! Alas! shoes for the dead: a lack of lasses thelionwaits: Looking forward to Agent Barton showing up. EWeston: Your wardrobe is leaking! thelionwaits: It does that when it rains. : Can't even vouch for meself ! ! ! EWeston: A self unrealized man! Principalpoop: make me darker and put me back among the living, shazam Merlyn: monty python stole the idea for that bit EWeston: Shazam say your over drawn thelionwaits: Off I go, wearing my tight pajamas... jahgust: Just started listening to Fools In Space again! 1st episode Comedy calender celebrating Grouchos birthday. Realized that i was listening to the first episode on the very day of the broadcast of the 1st ep. on Oct. 2nd 2001! Total happenstance...oh happy happenstance! Principalpoop: under-developed and over-exposed ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Bunnyboy: Let the endless track roll! Bunnyboy: For 30 more minutes! Cat: that happens a lot in Firesign land, joe Bunnyboy: Awwww! Beet: Enjoyed that, 'Tween EWeston: Watchin Comando Cody catch his shoes on fire thelionwaits: LOL! Well there goes my arches! Principalpoop: segueweighs EWeston: Wasn't that Lenard Nimoy? jahgust: All the time Cat! It's what I love most about continuous and daily listening of the radio shows! So many moments of real universal and cosmic synchronizations! Beet: I could have sworn I was somewhere. Oh, well ||||||||| 10:02 PM: P. Austin jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Principalpoop: my beautiful new home Cat: indeed, joe Cat: wow. two phils! Principalpoop: is that him? jahgust: Yo Austeen!! Bunnyboy: BREAK trivia: "Our Natural Anthem" (the last track on Side 2) is an endless track, on the LP. That is to say, the "power outage" goes to the track out...and stays there, skipping over and over. Cat: this has never happened here before thelionwaits: Shh. Cheese it. We've been caught! Cat: it's stereo phils! Beet: Yo Austin P. Austin: Hoped for red and probably have forgot correct log-in Merlyn: Nino sez he checks out Principalpoop: he's not red, a little blue halo around his head EWeston: Lets put up out Duke Cat: merl should redden you ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE, WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheathowc.html The new GIVE US A BREAK CD can be purchased at >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbecoofprbe.html or the iTunes Store - https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/proctor-bergman/id692354720' Principalpoop: look on the muscles on that dude? Merlyn: I just turned you red, phil Merlyn: do you take the red phil or the blue phil? Bunnyboy: Another earlier album, that makes use of this gimmick, is the endless yodel at the end of Side 2 of Albert Brooks' COMEDY MINUS ONE. jahgust: We had 2 Phils tonight! We still haven't had our Phil yet! Beet: Two firesigns in one night! Cat: we take phils seriously at our house Principalpoop: one pill makes you smaller, one pill makes you tall DJTween: Hey Phil :) EWeston: Green vial or purple notion? shoes for the dead: one phil makes you larger...... Bunnyboy: Hi, Mr. President! Principalpoop: the magic bowel movement jahgust: I love Phil , Phil, Phil and Phil! EWeston: Where can I get a job? Principalpoop: great fidelity on the FM Cat: So do Oona and Melinda, Joe Beet: Ralph Spoilsport in Tierra Del Fuego Principalpoop: leave it on for a minute Principalpoop: here goes jahgust: Amazing i never noticed Ossman doing a Spanish language Spoilsport commercial in the background! 40 Years later and they still knock me out! shoes for the dead: on what, Poop? Principalpoop: the antelope Beet: Immortal words set to a tune ''Bob'': Hmm.. trying to buy the Give Us a Break CD but she no go. :( shoes for the dead: 1/8 mile ''Bob'': Guess I'll have to continue making due with scratchy vinyl... thelionwaits: Same here, "Bob" Not sure why it won't even link for me. shoes for the dead: 1/16 mile Principalpoop: clean up armenia shoes for the dead: 1/32 mile Beet: I have been trying to get a hairlip shoes for the dead: 1/64 mile Merlyn: hmm, searching for the title on laugh.com turns up TWO places at once Principalpoop: tropical paradise Merlyn: so maybe one works and one doesn't Dexter Fong: 1/8th of a league shoes for the dead: 1/128 mile thelionwaits: >thunder< EWeston: You used to able to get then with Green Stamps Principalpoop: geese Dexter Fong: duck duck EWeston: 1/goggoleplex Merlyn: bob and waits, try this link: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbegiusbrcd.html Principalpoop: whispering Beet: The one with the ever-widening hole in it Bunnyboy: The new WIZARD OF OZ Blu-ray is spectacular. Prettyprettypretty. Principalpoop: the stockade ''Bob'': Sadly, they're broken in two places at once. DJTween: Would love to hear the story about the creation of the character Nick Danger sometime, Phil ||||||||| "10:09 PM? 10:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Not Ed should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Not Ed enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Principalpoop: i've got an erector set thelionwaits: That's all right, I've got an erector set. DJTween: Hi Ed shoes for the dead: erector set EWeston: I have a wet towel Dexter Fong: I'm still working with Leggo Cat: Is Phil actually here? ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Osstin - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| DoctorMemory - dead from the yaws ||||||||| GrantLarceny - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from measles ||||||||| cassandal - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Nancy - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Did the audio just glitch Beet: Fox trots DJTween: ? Principalpoop: maybe he'll pass another one Not Ed: This reminds me very little about the time..... thelionwaits: Roll up your arm and bend over. XD EWeston: not here DJT DJTween: I guess not. Good Principalpoop: working fine here tween Dexter Fong: Tween" Didn't notice anything jahgust: A tad in the left ear. Either that or it's Glovners disease! Principalpoop: the land of the pharos Not Ed: what audio ''Bob'': Time to go visit the doo-dah room.. Thanks to our host for the interview tonight. :) Principalpoop: amed, my ankules Beet: I was losing left channel earlier. Didn't know whether it was me or you. Principalpoop: link at the top not ed EWeston: Hit that blue link above Not Eddly Dexter Fong: Beet: Me too Bunnyboy: Nite, "Bob"! Dexter Fong: JUST LOST LEFT CHANNEL AGAIN Principalpoop: i don't have my hearing aid in, no idea of if left is on or not, sorry Beet: Just lost the left channel again jahgust: Left channels out Tween! jahgust: There we go! Dexter Fong: It's back Beet: it's back thelionwaits: Mine swtiches from left, midle and right. RIght now ...whup, both came back Bunnyboy: There was some stereo drift on BREAK. Not Ed: I think the froggy little native boy took it shoes for the dead: diaphrams Principalpoop: hieroglyphs phil, translate for us Bunnyboy: Oh, waitamminit. There was a little burst-up, just then, with The Old Doctor. Principalpoop: the only nice motel in town Not Ed: it was a jackle headed woman Beet: Mother generated fear of the unknown Cat: Phil out this card? thelionwaits: Well, of course you could. Not Ed: with her eyes kimbo DJTween: That's how they made the album. The voices are appearing out of different places Dexter Fong: Ever since Merlyn turned Phil red, he's been mysteriously quiet EWeston: So did now I lay me down to, etc etc Principalpoop: it was made for headphones DJTween: It was indeed Cat: maybe red isn't his colour Not Ed: headphones indeed DJTween: Like a really good rock mix Dexter Fong: Poop: Or a really good stereo system Principalpoop: yes fong ||||||||| "10:15 PM? 10:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "chardman should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as chardman enters and sits on the divan. Beet: One shining steel rail DJTween: Hi chard Bunnyboy: He's turnin' pink. Don't tell the SubGenii! P. Austin: Back now. Where's Proctor? jahgust: This album so needs to be remixed for surround sound! Get Steven Wilson on it!! Principalpoop: wb DJTween: Proc was in Skype Bunnyboy: lo cm! Cat: he was here the first half hour, left about 630 Dexter Fong: Phil: On his way to New Zealand DJTween: I don't think he ever showed up in char thelionwaits: ... Principalpoop: he wore out his voice, his eye drops affected his throat EWeston: He was here about 45 minutes ago thelionwaits: Really? Cat: his voice sounded kind of strained. Bunnyboy: Yeah, where's Bizarro Phil? DJTween: *chat EWeston: No rillie thelionwaits: Well drat. Dexter Fong: Tween: He didn't show up in chat Principalpoop: super stories about his early career Dexter Fong: Excerpts from his forthcoming book Principalpoop: ok ok, not in chat, on skype link in chat P. Austin: Well, a proc appearance here is a momentous occupancy. Beet: I'm guessing that the Austin guy was a put on? Beet: Oops Cat: his thrid in a row. after he started here 3 weeks ago, he wants to keep chatting P. Austin: Or occurrence Principalpoop: he had fun last week, surprised him I think hehe Dexter Fong: Nice timing Beets =)) EWeston: Red on yer face? Principalpoop: it is addictive hehe P. Austin: No, actual Austin CeeJayHey: Beatnik! jahgust: The only Austin! EWeston: And just in time Principalpoop: apologize beet hehe Not Ed: Nick...we*&^ can't&^*& tallll heeew Cat: the one in Texas doesn't count Bunnyboy: No artificial Austins were used, in this chat product. Principalpoop: what makes america great? Beet: Therefore I shall happily welcome thee and I do apologize Not Ed: it's candied apples Principalpoop: i knew beet would make it right P. Austin: Good, it's good that he gets to know things here. EWeston: The extra toes are confusing P. Austin: Hi, Beet. thelionwaits: Well how do you tell? Cat: he's been promoting the re-release of the Proc/Berg CD Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “How Can You Be In Two Places At Once When You’re Not Anywhere At All” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-ln Principalpoop: come on mister and missus too busy to be a homecoming queen Cat: He has a real talent/passion for promotion 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 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews Beet: Has Tween hipped you to this Skype thing? Proctor's interview was really fun Not Ed: why read about it when you can listen to the album yourselh Principalpoop: he was scared about his cataract surgery, very pleased with the result Principalpoop: wants the other one done now thelionwaits: LOL. The white trash mountains of Verginia. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:21 PM and late as usual, it's Dan, just back from Fairfield." thelionwaits: Grr.. *Virginia Principalpoop: as if its almost tomorrow? EWeston: Been some recent advances in der cataract surgery Not Ed: grr...virginny shoes for the dead: hound dog Principalpoop: poon tang Not Ed: 1 2 EWeston: coon town shoes for the dead: coon town Break Winder: Good to see you P. Austin! Well kinda like seeing you..... Not Ed: tree frog P. Austin: Just sent Tweenie a noe about Skype Dexter Fong: Guys, cataract surgery is a piece of um...eye candy/cake Principalpoop: never on easter? jahgust: Next week we are all going on a Skype date! Cat: We're taking care of a blind dog now, a miniature grey hound who was badly abused. Dexter Fong: never on a nor'easter shoes for the dead: the case of the missine T EWeston: I drink my cakes. Someday my oven will cum ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:23 PM and Pity_Pat_Poop waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Merlyn: sky cake or skype cake? Not Ed: you mean Seymore Eye's Candy Cake? Beet: Boogies saved us from the Schnif . . . almost said it Principalpoop: did you buy him a midget for seeing eye man? Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Sheet cake Pity_Pat_Poop: Corn Bread EWeston: I'm looking for a thinking brain dog Principalpoop: we're bringing the war back home Dexter Fong: Johnny Cake Not Ed: groat clusters my my Cat: I was thinking about the dog when Phil was talkng about his cataract surgery shoes for the dead: whore cake ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: we are listening to and echoing eykiw on tweens stream above EWeston: Watch out for the spiders and flies thelionwaits: Well, ofof I go so the fair Mrs. Waits can have the computer. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Worker inside, makes a note of the time (10:25 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Pity_Pat_Poop: With an egg and evap milk? thelionwaits: Cheerios (and rice chex) all. Principalpoop: ciao now Cat: by lion Bunnyboy: nite, tlw! EWeston: Chuka bro ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:25 PM and late as usual, it's Toast, just back from Hellmouth." Beet: See ya lion ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:26 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs thelionwaits by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door jahgust: nite lion! Bunnyboy: ....ello, Worker! Dexter Fong: Stay in the mighty jungle, waits Pity_Pat_Poop: Thump U later Bunnyboy: Prost, Toast! Principalpoop: i resisted that fong, thanks lol Bunnyboy: Cardinals creamed the Pirates, today. shoes for the dead: oh heavenly Grid Dexter Fong: Poop: Where there's a way, there's a wimmaway Toast: The electrician rocks. Good wishes to all EWeston: Ya'see the natives had it in their novels that if a chaps soul is pure, then the snake bite wouldn't harm him. Worker: Sorry I missed the Funway. Is Mr. Procmer still with us? Principalpoop: any chance of an autobiography phil? you have been around the block, a few times Cat: sounds like a line from The Declining Fall of the Roaming Umpire, Bunny Beet: What HAS happened to his nose? Principalpoop: proctor was here and left, now austin is here Merlyn: dueling Phil bios Cat: Proctor left an hour ago. But the Other Phil is here Toast: the rodent gunsil bit it off. ouch EWeston: Poor old Hargrives died almost immediately, horrible agony Pity_Pat_Poop: Empty Phil? Rufus_T_Firetween: All in all a very good evening, I'd say :) jahgust: If Ossman shows it'll be an official hat trick! shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween Bunnyboy: We've flipped the script that we ain't got. Principalpoop: a brown shoed square in the dead of night Dexter Fong: Hey Rufus, did Tweeny make you say that? Beet: This has been one for the books Merlyn: Phil what's empty, empty what's Phul Cat: I think Ossman has been here twice Principalpoop: and pink and blue and yellow houses shoes for the dead: and the sea,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Worker: Yes! yes, yes, yes... EWeston: A Phul and his money.... Principalpoop: under the morish wall Principalpoop: yes Pity_Pat_Poop: Poop has his biography on auto, I hear? Break Winder: What's shaken, Nik? Principalpoop: yes Cat: Proctor showed up here looking for him, and when he discovered Ossman was gone, PP left too Toast: my dogs just said it ticks no it has fleas...gotta go bye all Beet: If you're not stoned already that last piece will do it Worker: My nose! Merlyn: Bergman was even here ages ago, but the first time he couldn't send any text, and the second time he showed up long after everyone had left Principalpoop: doggedly Cat: I remember that, Merl EWeston: Flea on Toast Worker: What?... shoes for the dead: same as the first time, Beet Cat: Has Lily ever been here? Principalpoop: the tattered casebook Worker: Monotonouys staccato... Bunnyboy: Bunnette's back. Gotta go. Cheers! Cat: by bun Principalpoop: bip hop hummy Dexter Fong: Night Bunny jahgust: I have to laugh at that! I can just see Bergman wondering where the hell everbody was! Not Ed: whaea's nanc...I mean, Mrs.Haber Merlyn: Here's the chat where Peter came in real late, just scroll down to the end of the text: http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20060316.html EWeston: Say hi to the wabbit PM Worker: A two bit rigng from a cracker back jox! jahgust: Hey later Bun! See you on the faceway! Beet: I can hear large crowds chanting "Regnad Kcin" Merlyn: heh, Bradshaw dragged him off when he logged out Toast: Toast is back, flotsam said get back online ||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:33 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... EWeston: Sounds politcly suspicious Worker: Yeah, Nancy. It's really neat! Worker: I can't even tell you why... shoes for the dead: om mani padme sigma house EWeston: Sign here Beet: sign here jahgust: Ah that is hilarious!! Bergman being precient again! Beet: timing EWeston: I do a nice deformed rabbit shoes for the dead: What? Worker: Hey! Danger! Not Ed: Don't hide arms - Get side-armes Principalpoop: what about my pickle, the zen of one poop talking EWeston: Someone get the anchovies out of their ears. Beet: Bernard Shaw ||||||||| Catherwood ushers uhClem in through the front door at 10:35 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Bernard Slaw. A comon mistake Not Ed: hey, what about these cues? Worker: Hey, Pop! Toast: i think that congress needs a zeppelin tube Beet: Hey, Clem Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php shoes for the dead: St. bernard's law Worker: It's out back. Here's the key! Toast: hi clem Principalpoop: hold your horses, i'm coming 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/ Principalpoop: ever since the top of the page Toast: hope the horses dont poop Break Winder: What? Beet: Nick has a key. Why does he need to knock? Cat: and hopefully someday soon, Firesign Theatre Radio. Maybe Phil Austin will know about that Principalpoop: snowing 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: Thats longer than anyones ever held their horses Principalpoop: fong is my official curser EWeston: Nail that curser to the deck! Worker: Radiaont! Principalpoop: flimsy burnoose Worker: Then stop slapping me! shoes for the dead: flimsy bernoose Break Winder: Good night ladies and gentlemen and P. Austin! Principalpoop: wa cnt tk hr EWeston: Flemish burnout shoes for the dead: ther's an echo in here Worker: ThisThis isis thetheportraitportraitgallerygallery! jahgust: what? Principalpoop: where are all the doggies ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mahi - dead from the common cold ||||||||| zenbyte - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Watt! ||||||||| At 10:40 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Break Winder!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... EWeston: They've misteriously vanished Toast: you'll dig the costume it's not rented. Can you tell I like Hemlock Stones? ||||||||| "10:41 PM? 10:41 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zen Cosmos should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zen Cosmos enters and sits on the couch. shoes for the dead: what? Toast: Hi Zen Principalpoop: no wonder she hadn't been able to make the payments Beet: What a sap I had EWeston: There is a deposit! Don't worry, it'll wash right out ||||||||| tedtoad enters at 10:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. shoes for the dead: nickiekinnekinik Principalpoop: start with your dreadful secret Principalpoop: its ok, their speaking chinese ||||||||| Catherwood escorts p. austin inside, makes a note of the time (10:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Zen Cosmos: I'm baaaaack! Principalpoop: wb phil Cat: is this a negro phil austin? Principalpoop: oh zen Dexter Fong: DIFFERENT Phil A EWeston: Holy jumpin pasta DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Principalpoop: illinois phil, did you see your shadow? Zen Cosmos: the mulriverse requires that ANY thing that can, was or will be imagined IS happened right somewhen out there!?! shoes for the dead: cunning liguine DJTween: lol P Dexter Fong: and will we have 6 more weeks of autumn? Principalpoop: meet connie lingus EWeston: And the universe is perverse Cat: great idea, zen Principalpoop: flung myself head first at rocco's stomach Zen Cosmos: an insidious fact ius that the millenials are actually bigger than the baby boomer gen back DON'T have their own version of Firesign Theatrwe*sigh* Worker: All right, hold it right where you are! Principalpoop: is that right zen? lordy Cat: zen, are you a millenial? who knows what they have. I'm far too old Zen Cosmos: where are the FTers -in-training??????? Dexter Fong: Cat: They have smart phones Cat: Shakespeare died 400 years ago and we're still looking for a new one EWeston: To busy following fast gratification desires ZC Principalpoop: they twat each other, so I hear Zen Cosmos: suk em sim guvno to that Cat: probably on youtube as we type Beet: You're listening to him (them) Dexter Fong: Zen: That was pretty incomprehensible Principalpoop: i had no clue either fong, but I will reply xd Zen Cosmos: iimprov: create a scene of customers in a supermarket on the Moon! Zen Cosmos: I said in S, Russky: son of a bitch Feces faced idiot EWeston: Improv needs a very solid base Pity_Pat_Poop: The quiet is deaf, as it sounds to me? Principalpoop: here ||||||||| Pity_Pat_Poop leaves to catch the 10:50 PM train to Allentown. Principalpoop: danny ||||||||| uh clem waltzes in at 10:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: wah de doo dah shoes for the dead: wa dee do dah EWeston: farfignugen jahgust: what? Zen Cosmos: in 2015 we will have a speculative fiction murder mystery train to the World Sci Fi convention you're INVITED!!!!! EWeston: How do I make my voice do this? jahgust: Still the most favorite word ever uttered in Firesign style! Principalpoop: forward, into the past Beet: In and out just like anything, Clem? Principalpoop: whaat? Cat: it's odd that danny has the 1000 year old voice even before he gets into the time machine Worker: Who's that ugly dwarf with his hand in your mouth? Principalpoop: do you have a middle name catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Principalpoop and says "Stop typing gibberish, Principalpoop!" Zen Cosmos: a purveyor of your wares may go OUT of business in ayear or two...Support ZBS,org if you can !!! shoes for the dead: Tou Don't Understand How Radio Works!!!!!!! Cat: are you zbs? Principalpoop: cue the organist Zen Cosmos: Nooooooooooooooooo EWeston: There ain't enough room in this dress for both of us! Principalpoop: outcast woman, living a life apart ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| p. austin - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Dan - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| petertripper - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| P. Austin - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Zen Cosmos: in the multiverse you CAN be in an infinite number of places at once without stepping on that dwarf DJTween: Poor Phil... Worker: "Half-Caste Woman" is a Noel Coward song, btw. Look it up! Beet: 'Bye Phil ||||||||| Catherwood ushers major_minor in through the front door at 10:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'the Unseeker', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... jahgust: How can this album still be so damned funny if not funnier! Dexter Fong: When Austin got reaped, he lost his red DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Cat: looks like we lost one or two of our phils jahgust: Night Phil! Merlyn: not the Globner's Dexter Fong: I'll be away next week folks so enjoy the chat for me EWeston: Quick off to the Phil Store! Principalpoop: we have reached our rendezvous with destiny.... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:56 PM and late as usual, it's Uhuru, just back from New Orleans." Principalpoop: have fong fun Zen Cosmos: this is the seventh cousinn of Gus Dorais, first to throw a forward pass signing off it s been fundywillickers Cat: we'll do our best, dex Dexter Fong: Thanks Poop EWeston: By yah Uhuru: cowabunga jahgust: I guess we have had our Phil! Dexter Fong: Zen: But *who* was the first to throw a backwards pass Principalpoop: rolling Uhuru: drew breeze Cat: phil, you put on the baldpate and we'll go to the other side Zen Cosmos: also Gus who threw the first lateral Principalpoop: otherside, just do it shoes for the dead: still waitin fer that Arab episode........ Dexter Fong: lol Cat Beet: For me, this has been the coolest chat ever. Thanks to the Phils and Tween. G'Nite Uhuru: Phil he be lovely! EWeston: I's off too. Tune in farm out, all rites preserved Merlyn: you left out the "at once" Dexter Fong: Night BEET Principalpoop: yes, thanks phil proctor, phil austin all Zen Cosmos: I'll beeee Back! Uhuru: root for ye Merlyn: and thanks to phil austin Principalpoop: at once shoes for the dead: nite all Cat: thanks, tween ||||||||| Zen Cosmos rushes off, saying "10:59 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: thanks M, tween Cat: you really provide a service to the firesign community Worker: Back to the shadows again! Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny, great job tonight ||||||||| 10:59 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Worker leaves at 10:59 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..." Principalpoop: the bus, off we go, courage taking care of that dog cat Dexter Fong: and thanks MERLYN< GREAT JOB EVERYWEEK DJTween: Always fun, folks :) Even more so tonight ||||||||| Principalpoop is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:59 PM. jahgust: Thanks Tweeny! Cat: thanks poop ||||||||| Ben Bland steals in around 10:59 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Uhuru: nitghtall with candy ? cowabunga againn Dexter Fong: Hey Cat: Did you get a lotta snow Cat: onthe mountains, yeah Cat: it's cold here the Unseeker: out of time i guess Uhuru: slurks away into ? Dexter Fong: But not in VAN? Cat: but not bad if you're in the sun. was sunny today for the first time ina week Merlyn: tx dex ||||||||| 11:01 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Ben Bland: Where did I hide that pickle? the Unseeker: Back in 1776 they didn't have time Merlyn: see you next week time Uhuru: get lost and found. in bread box ||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:01 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Rufus_T_Firetween exits at 11:01 PM. Cat: Now it was 13 C here today. far too warm for snow. Dexter Fong: Cat: Saw pictures of Grouse Mountain on the Weather channel, is why I asked Cat: by merl jahgust: suddenly it all went quiet in the room! ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:01 PM, dragging bombadil1977 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Cat: yes well it's several thousand feet above us. Ben Bland: Merlyn, will you ask the question about the Porridge Bird next week? Ben Bland: Or answer it? Dexter Fong: Okay then, see y'all in two weeks Uhuru: sane time same station>? Uhuru: Captain Van Vliet is looking on Ben Bland: Not insane! Uhuru: MArio Gabelli Cat: by dex. have fun Cat: i'm of as well. see some of you in the future. ||||||||| At 11:04 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Cat!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Uhuru: by Jove Ben Bland: Ask question next week, get answer week after that. Got ya. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts kindle451 in through the front door at 11:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Uhuru: death be naught proud' 8ball in de corner pocket Ben Bland: I missed everything. What a mess. Uhuru: I missed the vocals until an hour ago! Ben Bland: They come, they go Uhuru: I can't untie myself from the radio pod room jahgust: Night Cat! ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies garf into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:07 PM, then departs. Ben Bland: iPod People Uhuru: Don't bite any wooden nickels jahgust: I should probably go as well! Early work again! Fun night all! see you next week in the Skype room! Uhuru: k bro ||||||||| Outside, the 11:08 PM downtown bus from Louisiana pulls away, leaving microbus coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Uhuru: heading for N'Awlins to get lost and found" ||||||||| jahgust departs at 11:08 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| "Hey Ben Bland!" ... Ben Bland turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:09 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Uhuru: Who accused the Prez of "dropping his Gs? Uhuru: that dude Sam Ebollah Jackson? ||||||||| 11:09 PM: humbleking jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| the Unseeker - dead from jaundice ||||||||| uhClem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from measles ||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| late - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| chardman - dead from jaundice ||||||||| tedtoad - dead from measles ||||||||| uh clem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... microbus: dead from technological incapbabililility Uhuru: dead from now on microbus: how doe this thing working? ah, i don't know! is it, ah, it IS this little chromium switch here... Uhuru: which way to the doll drop? ||||||||| At 11:13 PM, major_minor hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." microbus: Ah, yaiss, Uhuru, it is verrry sed, that dead from naow on. you will b-o-k on the Other Side of the Record. Uhuru: major minor and microbus . . . thanks for lifting my spirit s microbus: and beck to mid term examens, which arre alreddy in regress! ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:15 PM, dragging blurtcaster by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| Catherwood says "11:16 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Uhuru by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door microbus: Torch them shoes, bucko, are you ready for nuclear wharf? microbus: Uh, hello, fellas? Am I alone in this room? St. Mickey, SAVE ME! microbus: For Grid, Goofy and ST. WALT! ||||||||| 11:20 PM: general defective jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the common cold ||||||||| bombadil1977 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| kindle451 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| garf - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| humbleking - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:35 PM, dragging adamac by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" adamac: SPOON ! ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| microbus - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Ahclem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Barney! - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| general defective - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 11:41 PM: Boogr jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Boogr: Now I'm too late! ||||||||| Around 11:42 PM, Boogr walks off into the sunset... adamac: until next time, sitizens ... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers kindle451 into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:58 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| kindle451 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| blurtcaster - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice ||||||||| adamac - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Toast - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Cee enters at 12:37 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cee - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| MarkTime - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Putney - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| BozoSonotros - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Whozit enters at 1:04 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'regnad csin', just granted probation at 1:17 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Whozit - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| regnad csin - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| whatsachatname - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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: P. Austin Phil Proctor (audio interview only)
adamac
Adolph
Anton Globner
atom
Barney!
Beet
Ben Bland
''Bob''
Boogr
BozoSonotros
Break Winder
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
CeeJayHey
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DoctorMemory
DrDespicable
DrMemory
Elayne
EWeston
GrantLarceny
Jack Poet
jahgust
Koyemsi
late
Lil
MarkTime
me
Menlo Park
men&womeninyourarea
Merlyn
microbus
Mudhead
Nabby
Night Gnus
Not Ed
pep pils pep pills
Pico&Alvarado
Pity_Pat_Poop
Principalpoop
Putney
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
soylentia
Sport Trendleberg
Ted
thelionwaits
the Unseeker
Toast
Tom
TommyK Ahh Clem
tucker
tylerstg
Uhuru
Wingslinger
Worker
Zen Cosmos
