||||||||| 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 10, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| "7:43 AM? 7:43 AM!!" says Catherwood, "RedPillTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RedPillTweeny enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| It's 7:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 8:03 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:24 AM, dragging fecundite by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" ||||||||| It's 8:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 8:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| fecundite - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| DJTween bounds in at 7:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| New notice: '** 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'floralacres', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... floralacres: I'm soo tired...can't stay in chatroom...was concered about my servants that were in the barrels ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 8:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| floralacres - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Streams are up ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead54 inside, makes a note of the time (8:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Hi Muddy ||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM crosstown bus from Georgia pulls away, leaving Larenzo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with t close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (The Austin Loung Lizards) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' DJTween: Hi Larenzo, t ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'frogbong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| "8:46 PM? 8:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "paisley horsey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as paisley horsey enters and sits in the comfy chair. DJTween: Hi Frog, Paisley ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Betsy', just granted probation at 8:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Betsy ||||||||| "8:48 PM? 8:48 PM!!" says Catherwood, "pdclark222 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as pdclark222 enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Catherwood leads gltbiter into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:48 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 8:49 PM: Poop Principal jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" gltbiter: Who is in charge here DJTween: moi DJTween: Hey P DJTween: I DJ and Merlyn runs the chat ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Poop Principal: Ye gads, an impostor! gltbiter: Good music in the waiting room. Principalpoop: this hasn't happened to me since M DJTween: There's one of everybody but Princ Poop! ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jdmack into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: as the flounder said, founder Principalpoop: uriah heap Poop Principal: We are actually in two places at once. Principalpoop: how is everyone? wots up? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies late in through the front door at 8:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: there is not room in this clown suit for both of us buster Principalpoop: hey late ||||||||| Not Ed enters at 8:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Principalpoop: 2 poops, someone has been eating fiber Poop Principal: Better late than never. late: howdy folks ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| t - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: and he is not ed either Principalpoop: a newt song, geesh late: can i inflate my shoes tonight? are we all against the wall of science? Not Ed: No, I'm not Ed DJTween: and he's not Joe Not Ed: If ya catch my meaning Principalpoop: if you get my drift Not Ed: Who am us anyway? Principalpoop: listening to scenes from an italian restaurant earlier, made me feel old ||||||||| 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 Cat falls out at 8:57 PM. DJTween: I love that tune DJTween: Hey Cat Principalpoop: the canadian arrives Not Ed: whth his flappy head ||||||||| 8:58 PM: 2bsmart jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Cat: Hi chatters DJTween: Hi 2b Principalpoop: 2b or not 2b, not tedb2 Cat: of course chat is French for Cat so I could just be talkling to myself Poop Principal: It's really sp-sp-sp-sp-spooky in here. ||||||||| 8:59 PM: freonHuffingFluffer jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: true, Cat DJTween: Hi Fluffer Principalpoop: i never talk to myself, yes you do, no, yes, shut up both of you ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:59 PM and late as usual, it's humbleking, just back from Illinois." ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and EWeston disembarks at 8:59 PM. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and jahgust gets out at 8:59 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 10, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Principalpoop: it is good to be king DJTween: Hi king DJTween: Hey EW, Jahg Principalpoop: yah gahgust jahgust: (In high pitched Curly voice) What's Cookin?! ||||||||| Catherwood leads daddio53 into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with ByronicCommando close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. late: chromium switch? Principalpoop: daddio53, car 54, where are you? ||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "shoes for the dead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shoes for the dead enters and sits at the bar. jahgust: Much like a droog, I may be in and out a bit tonight! humbleking: these are not the droids your looking for Principalpoop: sftd daddio53: atlanta Cat: Is this from rfo? Not Ed: I don't know why you people are so superstitious ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Tiny Dr. Tim, just back from Billville." late: mmmmmmmm great satan's whore, what a babe Cat: If only it were the tiny doctor Principalpoop: i think it is unlucky to be superstitious ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies natureguided in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'spyswatter', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... shoes for the dead: Howdy all Not Ed: lol poop spyswatter: hey Not Ed: yep Tiny Dr. Tim: how does this thing work? Not Ed: like this Not Ed: see Not Ed: i told you Cat: I remember doing that, Tween humbleking: just like leroy at his organ again ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:03 PM and lurleen sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. shoes for the dead: you just fade out your voice and cue the organist, Tim Principalpoop: no, it was using pliers to hold the tiny remains of a reefer, also called a roach or drwarf Not Ed: and yu see...there we are shoes for the dead: what sre we? gltbiter: Thats me. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:05 PM uptown bus from Florida pulls away, leaving Uh, Bob coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Not me, I'm beside myself Cat: I'm just finishing up George Tirebiter 1, which uses a lot of Dwarf intercut with other GT pieces Principalpoop: use your cues, in the celophane daddio53: how can we be here when we're not anywhere at all? Not Ed: uhhh hi, uh, Bob late: can you guys help me out w/my iron lung? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” - 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/firtheatdonc.html' Tiny Dr. Tim: uh. Clem Not Ed: OK, cue the organist Uh, Bob : My fellow kids ... Principalpoop: i have a cast iron stomach Cat: I seem to have an iron liver. Does that count? gltbiter: Where's bottles? EWeston: It's just this chromion swtich....Zap!! OWW Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv ||||||||| At 9:06 PM, Tiny Dr. Tim vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! shoes for the dead: one of those damn kids has a RADIO!!! Cat: in my iron liber, glt Principalpoop: out the lieber augustine late: mmm glorious feedback Cat: better an ad libber than an ad liver. Not Ed: they never come up into the hills Principalpoop: key the organist Cat: only half a key Uh, Bob : She's got a balcony you could do Shakespeare from. jdmack: How many tracks did the FT have when recording this album, I wonder. Four? Eight? Principalpoop: oh blinding light DJTween: shouldn't a lid be enough, P? jahgust: Oh the irony abounds... Principalpoop: oh light that blinds Principalpoop: i cannot see Principalpoop: look out for me Cat: just like our guest dog DJTween: Good question jdmack. Cat do you know? Principalpoop: no, i want a 4 finger oz EWeston: Depends, where are you bound late: this sound sclean - ripped from MFSL?
DJTween wonders where Dexter is ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:08 PM, dragging pcg by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" Principalpoop: commie con with E jahgust: I asked Austin that once and they used 4 track for this one ByronicCommando: Awww, I listen to the stream... Cat: i dont know. one of the guys willl know. ask him the next time one shows up Cat: good work, joe EWeston: I smell burn keratin, he's ok. DJTween: I ripped it from the CD available at the above link (320k MP3) ||||||||| Outside, the 9:09 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving e_ seco coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi pgc DJTween: Hi seco Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv Principalpoop: the commando found the stream, our defenses have been breached ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mudhead54 - dead from measles ||||||||| Larenzo - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| frogbong - dead from measles ||||||||| paisley horsey - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Betsy - dead from the yaws ||||||||| pdclark222 - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: contagious measles jahgust: As a Producer myself it was an important question for me to have answered! Austin delivered!! Not Ed: wow, it smells better in here now EWeston: Put another gusset on it! Principalpoop: marching marching to omaha jahgust: Catherwood did you pass one? ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside jahgust and says "Something I can help with?" ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:11 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Moorefield." Beet: Hi, gang. How's everybody? Not Ed: throw a towel over it jdmack: Thank you, jahgust. DJTween: Hi Beet Principalpoop: hi beet ByronicCommando: Wait -- I missed a game of Beat The Reaper?! Dammit! shoes for the dead: hi Beet EWeston: Everybodies keeping his hands to himself ByronicCommando: And I still can't listen to the stream. I missed that "can't" part when I mentioned it last time... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bottles in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: watch your fucking language there shoes for the dead: except to pass the Moss DJTween: Hi Bottles ||||||||| Loring enters at 9:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. daddio53: i can't get the stream either DJTween: Hi Loring jahgust: Oik Poop I fucking will! Not Ed: we're all going to the hole together ||||||||| Outside, the 9:12 PM bus from Mechanicsville pulls away, leaving groatcakes coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Beet: Any "surprise guests" this evening? (Tween?) jdmack: hot dog! Cat: Is this Lord of Ring? DJTween: anyone else having stream issues? EWeston: Watching language is easy, comedy is difficult Principalpoop: you need a program that can play m3u files, commando late: let's eat damn it DJTween: Hoping to get EW to chat on Skype, Beet Not Ed: more sugar Beet: Great! shoes for the dead: the communication of comunion jahgust: Well Tween as Prostrate problems start to materialze with age....indeed I have stream issues often! DJTween: I'd love to get a chatter on every week at 1/2 time for a little live Skype Principalpoop: thirsty? late: i love u-tv! Loring: You just finished off the last of the Bear Whiz... Principalpoop: hour of the wolf news gltbiter: Look at it! Not Ed: hang on - i need to eat this heaping pile of flat buttered groat clusters -- my, my shoes for the dead: ocelots... Principalpoop: nick's pizzas daddio53: did anybody bring the hot buttered groat clusters? jahgust: This part always makes me hungry! ||||||||| 9:15 PM -- freonHuffingFluffer left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Not Ed: thrn the camera around, Fred - Look at IT late: sucks living in sector R Principalpoop: pull the curtain fredd Beet: close the curtains Fred Cat: good thing i had dinner Before chat tonight Beet: Poop beat me to it Not Ed: Fuck Fred - just look at IT shoes for the dead: To Much??? Principalpoop: come on up darling, don't be afraid, I won't bite you Not Ed: Is it too Much late: yes, it is too much Principalpoop: i was early, i could not wait gltbiter: That was the call that Nick took on another album. Principalpoop: say thank you, not with your mouth full Principalpoop: yes biter Cat: i wonder if Ossman will ever come to chat. maybe if he has something to promote Not Ed: I'll talk you eat jahgust: I have often wondred what Ossman was actually eating for these sessions! ||||||||| groatcakes walks away to The Sitting Room. Not Ed: I feel the CHANGE!! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:18 PM and bix313 waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: groat clusters Principalpoop: dog wants out, brb Beet: watching TV all day for longevity. A prescription I could live with bix313: um tut sut. Cat: I think my 3rd Firesign Radio show is about food. It is so frequently mentioned in their work late: is she still trying to kill him? seems like it DJTween: Hi bix EWeston: log in didn't sem to be needed. I've been wrong before. It seems to be up and the headset is working. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Ralph Spoilsport Jr. close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. bix313: no szigging and dripping here ||||||||| Outtape steps in at 9:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Cat: Last we Jack Poet showed up. Now it's ralph. DJTween: @ Cat - would love to have him on to talk about the books, including Dr. Firesign's Follies Not Ed: No overheating (like with the tropical fishes) Cat: he's writing a new one. maybe he'll show up when it's published. DJTween: Hi Outtape bix313: look for the can in the plain brown can. daddio53: antelope freeway .8 miles. this my exit, boys ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'picofarad', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Ralph Spoilsport Jr.: I have one of those plain brown cans in a plain brown can in my small white pantry DJTween: Hi pico DJTween: bye daddio shoes for the dead: hi farad jahgust: hey speaking of books has the paperback version of the Shibboleth book out yet? I paid mt presale fee and haven't seen it yet. Not Ed: I've been shooting Reds and Yellows all day Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't have any info on that, Jahg Outtape: Glad I found this! gltbiter: He's been out since 1800. DJTween: We're Glad You Made It! jahgust: It's been longer than 8 weeks , oh well I am sure it will be coming soon mother Not Ed: gee, that's 114 years shoes for the dead: found what, Out? bix313: Just returned from Pop's Sodium Shoppe and I gotta say that defoliating a Victory Garden sure works up an appetite. ||||||||| Poop Principal leaves to catch the 9:23 PM train to Omaha. Outtape: The chat, was unaware, great fun! EWeston: I pity Omaha jahgust: Are there 2 poops in the room tonight? Cat: yes, out. it's been fun since 1995 ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Porcelain', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Ralph Spoilsport Jr.: wolfing your food is a sure sign of a natural dog killer EWeston: Its a big room DJTween: The maid has arrived jahgust: Feed going in and out like anything shoes for the dead: have some blue moss, outta ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| jdmack - dead from jaundice ||||||||| 2bsmart - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ByronicCommando - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| natureguided - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| lurleen - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Uh, Bob - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Alienation though fermantation jahgust: anybody else hearing it or is it just me and my feed? shoes for the dead: what is reality? EWeston: Its you man gltbiter: who cares? Cat: mine sounds fine shoes for the dead: how can i know what you hear, Jah? DJTween: Sounds good here, jahgust jahgust: HMmm had to rebuffer and now its back DJTween: Are you on the 16k stream? I only monitor the 128k jahgust: They seem to be working on the problem DJTween: ok ||||||||| "9:28 PM? 9:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "general defective should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as general defective enters and sits on the couch. DJTween: Hi gd ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uh, Bob in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. late: who's responsible? Cat: Gee what are all these Mexicans doing here is my fave firesign line Beet: I've been using iTunes for all of these with no probs shoes for the dead: Hi, Uh ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:29 PM and late as usual, it's uncle treetop, just back from Funfun Town." Ralph Spoilsport Jr.: i must make my dirty clean general defective: here to not graduate gltbiter: All of us want to know jahgust: Yeh I am on the 128k . Clearly it was on my end! It's like the old Spike Milligan joke. "Turn the knob on your side. I haven't got a knob on my side" Beet: waht is a "trussreper"? DJTween: ok jahg jahgust: whos essited? EWeston: Love that Milligan. The well known typing error shoes for the dead: trusspresses 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 DJTween: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log. general defective: That's Why He's So Mean!
jahgust Last time I moved my cursor over a page, someon called the authorities. I was in a library at the time! gltbiter: I always forget to carry the bum. 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: Password: "Park and Lock It" Principalpoop: back, wait for me to put on my headphones ||||||||| FMLPhoto enters at 9:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween stops everything and waits for P to put on his headphones EWeston: My decoder has had too many trips through the wash DJTween: Hi Photo ||||||||| Catherwood escorts max47 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. Beet: K K Principalpoop: one or all of the remaining firesign should do ads for the now washington state legal grass DJTween: Hi max late: what are we gonna do? Principalpoop: secure the perimeter general defective: Lock and Load! shoes for the dead: k Beet: K K K shoes for the dead: kiKi late: k k EWeston: Obtain expert scientificfic susisstence max47: get a bunch of goofy hats and run around sectors R & N. Nothing like scaring the natives. Principalpoop: Don't you remember what I told you at the lake last summer? jahgust: Who's Peggy? EWeston: Does Peggy know this? general defective: peggy's painful threshold Principalpoop: Look at this horrible stain jahgust: I love the editing of this commercial! Principalpoop: oh darlene DJTween: in all of Lompocs? as in Lompoc of The Bank Dick fame I'll bet general defective: try one of mine Cat: yes tween Principalpoop: stupid idea porgy Cat: it was the temperance capitol of the us. Beet: Barbara Bobo Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv Cat: hence fields' loathing for the place Principalpoop: ummmm barbara EWeston: Roger Ramjet's home town Principalpoop: hi yah kiddo late: you guys are so crazeeee EWeston: On the Proton Pills again ||||||||| 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 Mudhead54 plummets into the garden at 9:39 PM. shoes for the dead: stacked up and labeled late: heroic struggle of the little guys to finish the mural (meta?) Principalpoop: historic struggle of the little guys to finish the murel ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uncle treetop - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Uh, Bob - dead from the yaws ||||||||| pcg - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| spyswatter - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| daddio53 - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Bottles - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| groatcakes - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| bix313 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Outtape - dead from jaundice ||||||||| picofarad - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Porcelain - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 9:40 PM bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Chatto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: late beat me that time jahgust: They don't make reverbs like that anymore! Beet: Dropping like flies general defective: tirebiter! dad! nobody's sweetheart! shoes for the dead: Mers flies Principalpoop: and dropped chatto in their dust ||||||||| rubber_tyre_byter steals in around 9:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: Call the CDC, oops I guess we can't general defective: No Cops On Duty! Beet: Thank you, Alex North Principalpoop: caroline presky DJTween: Hi tyre EWeston: Their at the new doungnut shop Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv ||||||||| rubber_tyre_byter scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's rubber_tyre_byter?! It's 9:42 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" shoes for the dead: our nsa guy must have the day off too Chatto : leinegen verses the indians Principalpoop: lol shoes Beet: stop acting! Chatto : lick a boot late: you! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:43 PM and Not Ed steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: no shoes? Not Ed: Ihave proof Beet: Is Pooper the judge or is the judge Pooper jahgust: What EWeston: The polish of life keeps wearing off general defective: All my free time! Chatto : and the taste... Principalpoop: life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone, little ditty Principalpoop: What emergency? late: bottles? Principalpoop: I got so I'd drink anything Chatto : This is totally about Abby Hoffman making the Pentagon disappears isn't it general defective: I got so I'd drink anything DJTween: The ongoing emergency, P. What sort of American are you? Cat: could be, chatto Principalpoop: South? Central? general defective: There's an echo in here shoes for the dead: wheelchair general EWeston: Ed Weston I'm head setted Principalpoop: I heard that Beet: This is third real Not Ed: I've been looking for and searching for the department of redundancy department late: parallel hell is next to - what? general defective: my, My MY! shoes for the dead: Radio Prison Not Ed: you can't get there from here Principalpoop: Korea? ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:47 PM, dragging Lumo by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Not Ed: if you lived ther, you'ld be home by now Principalpoop: HIgh School Madness, 25, 50? Principalpoop: 100 sold Not Ed: 25, 50 - what? jahgust: Ok all everybody in unison for the punch line coming up! Principalpoop: minature executive in brown tweed suit shoes for the dead: I'll take the Bag! ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Anton Globner inside, makes a note of the time (9:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. jahgust: but its really great shit Mrs. Preski Not Ed: this is a bag of shit late: is it still really great? Beet: really good shit Principalpoop: but its really great shit ||||||||| ah clem steals in around 9:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Cat: Mrs. Pressed key Principalpoop: aims guns general defective: don't hide arms, get sidearms Ralph Spoilsport Jr.: Ames Guns ||||||||| st slade enters at 9:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. ah clem: mmm tastes like victory Chatto : I bought condoms once, hopeful. they are all still there, expired. one day I may go jogging in the valley of debt. use by date... well DUH Not Ed: i just pop these little pills Beet: Everyone is letting go at the same time Principalpoop: my my shoes for the dead: like real pork? general defective: just LOOK! Beet: What a relief Chatto : gunny, I must be off. mom says I have to walk the little white dog Chatto : be well ladles and Germans ah clem: they make those by-products right here in mad-city! Principalpoop: wait for me Not Ed: caio ||||||||| Outside, the 9:51 PM crosstown bus from Wisconsin pulls away, leaving Outside Influence coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: hey mister, wait for me general defective: bless the little white dog Chatto : noroc! late: so long ed, we've got your head Principalpoop: hello ed Beet: Hi, Ed. Principalpoop: curt Chatto : if I squeeze her maybe she will bless me ||||||||| "9:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Chatto , who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes. jahgust: And I'm not Ed.! Principalpoop: ever hear a tree fall in the woods? late: turn your radio down, please Not Ed: squeez her right there and she'll pass another one general defective: that darn radio ah clem: use the pipe in the green room! Principalpoop: ed is back Not Ed: NO - I'm Not Ed late: dejavu oh man Principalpoop: nice country, it is a delay of what he just said jahgust: There's an echo in here Not Ed: who said that ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport Jr. hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Ralph Spoilsport Jr.?! It's 9:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: ed general defective: This is like the echo in an echo in a padded room late: you guys got a time machine? Outside Influence: How do I work this thing? All I can do is go round and round in this little can! OK; just a little dizzy... Principalpoop: that got it Beet: Basic radio Principalpoop: nope Not Ed: crominum switch Principalpoop: close the chat stream late: y, have him close chat Principalpoop: later ed Beet: You people are so superstitious general defective: Well it was a gallant try, it's all in the intent Not Ed: what ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Loring - dead from jaundice ||||||||| gltbiter - dead from measles ||||||||| e_ seco - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| FMLPhoto - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| max47 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Mudhead54 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Outside Influence: OK.gov is shutdown. Principalpoop: i hear nothing, silence is golden, but my eyes can see Beet: Goodbye all you guys Principalpoop: what? late: damn this technology, give me two cans and a string any day Not Ed: later beet Principalpoop: night beet Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New GIVE US A BREAK CD Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Principalpoop: hello? Not Ed: hi Not Ed: what's wrong with poop Beet: Actually I'm still here. I was saying goodbye to all the departees Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Principalpoop: are you limping? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Lt. Bradshaw', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... general defective: Dear Friends, I was a little freshman, just learning about THAT Principalpoop: should I take back my good night beet, or can you use it later? DJTween: Hi Bradshaw Outside Influence: The monster has been lulled to sleep by drugs and loud music! If that don't beet all. Principalpoop: Morty bradshaw ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DOMM - LIVE AT THE ASH GROVE 11/15/70” - 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 >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ' Not Ed: what brings your flat feet sniffing arounf here, copper EWeston: Brother of Jill Bradshaw? DJTween: silver, of course jahgust: Don't call me Shirley EWeston: Call me brass tacks Principalpoop: call me anything except late for dinner Not Ed: Shirley, this isn'r the Zucker chat room general defective: Dr Memory! Outside Influence: Goodnight Miss Jones. jahgust: nah thats farcebook ||||||||| ''Bob'' tiptoes in around 9:59 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 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. shoes for the dead: chinchillas on STP Principalpoop: woof general defective: woof, Principalpoop: mooo Not Ed: hubba general defective: are you reading my mind? EWeston: Yip at 6000htz Beet: Quite a menagerie Cat: lost continent of cow? Principalpoop: no, and I am sure Not Ed: is this thing on shoes for the dead: what thing? DJTween: This is great stuff Not Ed: teating esting EWeston: It refuses to say, clarify, or explain. Not Ed: this thing ah clem: the v.c.r. gods are freindly! nick danger back in action! http://www.greatdome.net/danger shoes for the dead: over there? EWeston: No, under there Not Ed: give me them, or I'm going over there general defective: Florence Oregon, oh the whales, the whales shoes for the dead: Oh!That thing Not Ed: now ya got it Principalpoop: cadillac crushed by exploded whale Not Ed: i'm glad you made it Not Ed: welcome to the future shoes for the dead: no, i got innoculated ah clem: now you've given it away EWeston: Now hold it up to the light Not Ed: look at it shoes for the dead: too much light! jahgust: Gotta split for a bit, maybe back layta! Catherwood fetch my hat and goat! ||||||||| Catherwood gets hat and goat. ||||||||| At 10:05 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, jahgust!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... general defective: clip and save girls in jail Cat: by joe EWeston: He's no fun ah clem: i didn't know there was audio so i zoomed the picture general defective: he fell right over ||||||||| 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 Nabby plummets into the garden at 10:06 PM. EWeston: That's how I want to go Not Ed: darling Nabby DJTween: Hi Nabby Nabby: Jello! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln shoes for the dead: Nabby! Nabby: We love DoMM! EWeston: Except the bean jello Phello Nabby: Shoes Not Ed: for imdustry Not Ed: I'm Not Ed, I'm Joe Beets Nabby: yourmdustry? Not Ed: lol ah clem: where does my text go? it keeps disappearing. is it logged and become dangerous later? general defective: the common drinking man Nabby: if you're not ed who's he? Outside Influence: I'm Joe's Feet. shoes for the dead: yuppers, ah Not Ed: who Principalpoop: all is archived here in the future, if you mind farted, the stink is forever Nabby: gotta make a fish samwich Nabby: two as a matter o' fact shoes for the dead: blue log button Nabby: back in a bit DJTween: @ ah clem - ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log. Nabby: ...... Principalpoop: bon happy teat DJTween: lol P ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lt. Bradshaw - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Lumo - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: a Pisces samwich general defective: eat it! ah clem: i'm so far behind the future just wont matter anymore Not Ed: oh well, they come - they go Beet: working for scale Not Ed: most likely a Pieces general defective: 40arms for the price of 10 EWeston: Shivawelli've been doing downers now for... Nabby: Fish are delish shoes for the dead: felt duck hat Principalpoop: mister poop ah clem: i did observe the text under a microscope and it became unreadable after only three reefers general defective: pants hiked up and miss bergman Nabby: i felt a duck hat it felt fairly fowl DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php Principalpoop: the skirt hiked up around he waist to catch the bananas EWeston: That's what Blah means? ah clem: i'm a dial-up user and president shoes for the dead: increase the cannibination, ah Nabby: hike me up, baby Not Ed: nay, twas a hoarse hat Nabby: nay EWeston: Just a little horse hat Principalpoop: smoke hashish and watch the red sea part again ah clem: wlllber - why aren'tcha in there with carol? Not Ed: i need to elevate my mind - back in a flash, Gordon general defective: a pound a day!! Nabby: who's peggy? EWeston: I use a shop jack Beet: har har Principalpoop: harr harr harr Nabby: har har ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead54 in through the front door at 10:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: smoke a rope for Jerry's kids shoes for the dead: hi Mud Nabby: Mud EWeston: Give a fin for Jerry's Swuids shoes for the dead: which Jerry, Nabby? Nabby: multiuser dungeon general defective: reading from india, gooks and geeks shoes for the dead: I'm one of Jerry's kids... Nabby: the punter Nabby: Jerry Garcia shoes for the dead: Garcia Principalpoop: goes out of his head if I put him on shorts general defective: i would like to get it, but i dun't Not Ed: Jerry VanDyke Nabby: Yes! Nabby: JVD Mudhead54: Sorry, I was once here before and now here I am ga ah clem: are they the real firesign or the sears firesign? Not Ed: back, I'm high Nabby: Of course you are shoes for the dead: Phillpi K Dick Van Dyke ||||||||| Catherwood ushers spoilsport in through the front door at 10:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Not Ed: you know me too well' ah clem: i'm not sure if he's going to be hgh enough Cat: I have a copy of that. Great play Not Ed: oh yed i ma ah clem: jeez and i forgot the i DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST general defective: give me on shorts' shoes for the dead: yuppers Cat Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln EWeston: How's his ugh quotient? Cat: the philip k dick van dyke show ah clem: what about the warm up streams on the music? Principalpoop: formally, Penis Van Lesbian Not Ed: what music EWeston: My Mother the Inteergalactic Battleship? Cat: that's how i met peter stenshoel, who produced a few of my plays Not Ed: this is a chat room - is there some audio general defective: oooooh!!!!Belladonna punch!!! ||||||||| garyh waltzes in at 10:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mudhead54: Thanks Catherwood! I was once here before but took my script! ||||||||| Catherwood tooks Mudhead54's script. shoes for the dead: neat, Cat EWeston: Watch it, he'll took you again! Principalpoop: one toke over the line, sweet jesus Not Ed: no, I'm good --- I'm ummmm not Not Ed Nabby: Belladonna punch please GD shoes for the dead: token script? Not Ed: Tolken Script Principalpoop: the big number 1 on the boss top 30 ||||||||| 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 disembarks at 10:23 PM. Nabby: broken tip Cat: hi merl Merlyn: hey just folks Principalpoop: 2 shiloulettes on the shade Principalpoop: Hi M Not Ed: floating spit shoes for the dead: hi Merlyn general defective: poor guy watching his girlfriend with friend EWeston: Hey Merly Nabby: is this -icroph- -king? DJTween: Hi Merl Not Ed: huh? Nabby: Merlyn the mag shoes for the dead: peeper Beet: This almost sounds like a live performance Cat: they used the whole song? i wonder how they got permission to do that ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Outside Influence - dead from The Plague ||||||||| humbleking - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: you are on the wrong block hehe shoes for the dead: live 45 Cat: it is, beet Not Ed: it is, or are we on tape - i'd bettr check Nabby: Is that Auslann or Procmer? general defective: needs order of restraint EWeston: Good harmony ||||||||| Mudhead54 is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:25 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead54 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. Principalpoop: wow Beet: cool general defective: live music is best Not Ed: robots rules of order do not apply Cat: this is a song from the 50s, i thought they couldn't play any whole songs on DOMM EWeston: I'd like to go on one of those Defenstration a Day Euro tours Principalpoop: shhhh cat, it snuck in shoes for the dead: snuck it in? general defective: my precious health!! Principalpoop: this echo action is getting creepy Cat: i suspect the makers of that record are dead now EWeston: And your knees closed Nabby: this echo action is getting creepy Principalpoop: now stop that general defective: this echo action is getting.....creepy ||||||||| mr. ach clem returns enters at 10:28 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Nabby: my gnees are gnockin at the gdoor EWeston: Oh Don Principalpoop: light green light flickering shoes for the dead: this echo action is getting creepy Nabby: bounce Principalpoop: tropical paradise mr. ach clem returns: my god the server command boots you out and restarts your machine! Not Ed: bump Principalpoop: land of the elves Nabby: funny Not Ed: weenie general defective: teeeeny weeeeny echo action Nabby: teeny EWeston: This creepy action is getting echoey Principalpoop: Merlyn does not fool around, fair warning hacker general defective: whaat? Beet: This action creept getting is mr. ach clem returns: the people in the source code don't fool around Principalpoop: the little kitty pussys, beavers EWeston: Another action tail from the Crypt Nabby: echo general defective: litttle bunnys and kitties, Nabby: You are in a twisty maze of little passages, all different EWeston: And Guppies and the salamander Principalpoop: you look up and a piano crushes you mr. ach clem returns: you are source of my knock-up -the fugs Nabby: Yes shoes for the dead: my mind, Nabby? general defective: fish for tea, and their dreams came true EWeston: I ausually get anvils ||||||||| catherwood enters at 10:31 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Nabby: IndEEd Shoes Nabby: WC fields forever general defective: my little peach mr. ach clem returns: i'm going in for a whole new pack of representitives. ||||||||| At 10:32 PM, Not Ed dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." shoes for the dead: careful, it's pretty twisted in there ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Woody 1 into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:32 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 10:33 PM -- Woody 1 left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Cat: 1927. during prohibition Principalpoop: congress sucks, except my congressman, he is super, we keep sending him back general defective: oh it was that actor.... Cat: hi woody Nabby: i'm voting for cartoon characters from now on starting with screwy squirrel mr. ach clem returns: his head cruched under the bitter tire of the happy face truck Principalpoop: hey woody Nabby: woody Nabby: spiro! shoes for the dead: Kete! Nabby: mmm smoked herring Nabby: hic mr. ach clem returns: nattering nabobs of negativity Nabby: what ach said ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and uhClem disembarks at 10:35 PM. Nabby: classic bit of business shoes for the dead: unclaimed melodies Nabby: uhclem EWeston: I saw a variation live DJTween: Wow, so this show is where that recording comes from :-) Nabby: cool ew Nabby: djt DJTween: One of my all-time favorites from the Dear Friends album Cat: in seattle, ew? at the Wica? mr. ach clem returns: they made records? Principalpoop: My Spanish Suitcase shoes for the dead: they did this in Portland too Nabby: i love the hawaiian halucination song i'm singing it now Beet: I've heard this a million times and I still laugh out loud Nabby: yep djt me too Nabby: m2 Mr. beet EWeston: In Oregon mid 70's at the U mr. ach clem returns: thay slim whitman song does keep the aliens away ||||||||| Crenshaw enters at 10:38 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Nabby: Pass the Indian Nabby: incomprehensible! Nabby: ullughughlugh ||||||||| 10:39 PM: Maurice jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Cat: i prefer the whole show this is from, but they sure liked performing this mr. ach clem returns: demonsterative Principalpoop: Manifest Destiny, yo ||||||||| Catherwood leads picofarad inside, makes a note of the time (10:39 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Nabby: i like this version EWeston: That indian is good and dead! DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mudhead54 - dead from the common cold ||||||||| ah clem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| garyh - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... mr. ach clem returns: thick as a brick was palying in walgreens tonight Nabby: Heard the PBS version? it was refused! Principalpoop: I heard Love Child at food lion Cat: you mean the npr show? Nabby: yepsk Cat: yes npr did not appreciate it Cat: its on their All Things Firesign CD Nabby: Thanksgiving show during that run Principalpoop: if you ask too many questions, you are just not any use to anybody Nabby: Nopers --fools that they are! Haha! Have atchoo! Etc. Cat: the original was called A Shadow Moves Upon the Land, a magic mushroom show from 1967 mr. ach clem returns: the muzak overhead in the mcdonalds corridor was the same as the on-hold cable operator Nabby: Didn't know that Cat shoes for the dead: the local public radio played it once Nabby: Cool shoes Cat: its half an hour long and is my favourite of thier vast works Nabby: PA got a link to it happening for a while ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live Radio Free Roadkill show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' shoes for the dead: is it on RFO cat? Nabby: He's the one who mentioned NPR found the piece "incomprehensible" Cat: you mean's begman's podcast archives? mr. ach clem returns: streaming dishnuts mmm shoes for the dead: yes DJTween: It's on the FST site, Nabby Cat: no, but its' online somewhere i'm sure DJTween: 'incomprehensible' Nabby: No a day or so after the NPR version show was suppose to air DJTween: (according to NPR ;) ||||||||| "Hey Crenshaw!" ... Crenshaw turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Nabby: Cool djt Principalpoop: I don't understand Nabby: I think I have like 3 or 4 versions I like them all ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:46 PM, dragging Mikeyd by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'mahatma57', just granted probation at 10:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: don ameche DJTween: Nobody who has any sense messes with Mikeyd ||||||||| 10:46 PM: mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" mahatma57: I seem to be a verb mr. ach clem returns:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incomprehensible Nabby: point taken (ow!) mudhead: where's the album? Cat: ah, buckminister fuller. i thought you'd died Principalpoop: oh mudhead mahatma57: Roam Home to the Dome! Nabby: bemidji! Beet: Thanks for the fun fellow fireheads. Thanks again Tween. G'Nite. shoes for the dead: Duluth! Principalpoop: what was your intension ach? late: uh clem? Principalpoop: night beet mr. ach clem returns: senseless plug http://www.greatdome.net/danger Cat: Great stuff as usual, Tween. Nabby: keep it sweet beet late: adios comrades DJTween: Sorry folks, I lost my connection to RFD shoes for the dead: nite all EWeston: Gbye Beet DJTween: We'll se you next week! Merlyn: nite, thanks again tweener Cat: indeed you will, tween DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTween hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 10:50 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:50 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..." ||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:50 PM. Nabby: that was djt Principalpoop: ciaoo all, good luck, night night, the buss ||||||||| Principalpoop scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:51 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Cat: until next week, all ||||||||| "Hey Cat!" ... Cat turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:51 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Nabby: adios principalpoop Nabby: and cat! general defective: so good, as always , nite..... Nabby: gotta buzz myself, y'all? Nabby: cheers mahatma57: This is 'Worker' EWeston: Curtsey reacharound engaged. Warp speed Zeppo! ||||||||| Mudhead54 steals in around 10:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| At 10:52 PM, EWeston dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." mahatma57: Access: 'Regnad Kcin' general defective: circle completed reacharound done mahatma57: Query: 'Why Does the Porridge Bird Lay Its Egg In The Air' ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from The Plague ||||||||| catherwood - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| picofarad - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... mahatma57: You can sit here in the waiting room, or... mahatma57: That's not a Butte, it's a Mound.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. general defective: from eastern washington the half moon is high, kind of a butte, kind of a mound ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Maurice - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| uhClem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| mr. ach clem returns - dead from measles ||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| late - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| st slade - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| spoilsport - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Mikeyd - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Mudhead54 - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 11:12 PM: krasnow jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| krasnow - dead from the common cold ||||||||| general defective - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "11:33 PM? 11:33 PM!!" says Catherwood, "plastic-head should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as plastic-head enters and sits on the divan. ||||||||| 11:40 PM: Wally B. jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Wally B.: muaa haaa haaaa catch up Wally B.: wait a nano second not beat the reaper?!!!? Wally B.: I think I just saw a caw caw bird. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "11:47 PM and late as usual, it's bottlecap, just back from Wisconsin." bottlecap: they've sensed my i.p. with that contraption again! bottlecap: let's just dial-in the president right now! bottlecap: they just made the orpheum here into a theatre again and my load-in's at ten so this better get funny ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| plastic-head - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... bottlecap: cat on a hot tin fiddler? bottlecap: broderick was no wilder in the producers but his very unhappy sequence was outstanding ||||||||| 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.. bottlecap:http://www.benmaselproject.com -the harvest fest march to the capital last week bottlecap: hemp for reinstitution! ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Wally B. - dead from jaundice ||||||||| bottlecap - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "12:14 AM? 12:14 AM!!" says Catherwood, "KBTOYBOX should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as KBTOYBOX enters and sits on the divan. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Too Late in through the front door at 12:14 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Too Late leaves at 12:15 AM, 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..." KBTOYBOX: Where's nurse Judy? ||||||||| Outside, the 12:15 AM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving eickides coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers L7OH in through the front door at 12:22 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. L7OH: I'm going back to my favorite AOL chat room ||||||||| At 12:25 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, L7OH!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| eickides - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... mudhead: Is there anybody out there? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "1:05 AM and late as usual, it's Uh, Bob , just back from Tampa." ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Captain Oiloff close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 1:18 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uh, Bob - dead from jaundice ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| mudhead - 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. ||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| KBTOYBOX - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
bix313
bottlecap
ByronicCommando
Cat
Chatto
daddio53
DJTween
EWeston
floralacres
general defective
gltbiter
humbleking
jahgust
jdmack
KBTOYBOX
L7OH
late
Loring
mahatma57
max47
Merlyn
mr. ach clem returns
Mudhead54
mudhead
Nabby
Not Ed
Outside Influence
Outtape
Poop Principal
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport Jr.
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
spyswatter
Tiny Dr. Tim ah clem
Uh, Bob
Wally B.
