||||||||| 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 17, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:18 PM, dragging EWeston by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:19 PM, then departs. ||||||||| 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)' DJTween: Ed, do you use Skype regularly and _not_ have this problem? ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| EWeston - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:42 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from Massachusetts." ||||||||| 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 Rufus_T_Firetween plummets into the garden at 8:42 PM. ||||||||| late tiptoes in around 8:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'revjim', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Lil: That's Vermont actually, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Lil Lil: lol ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ironyengine in through the front door at 8:43 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Lil: Hiya Tweeny old boy late: howdy DJTween: Herro all :) ||||||||| Catherwood ushers duhsaint into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:46 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'duhsaint', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTween: Hi saint ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:47 PM and Uh, Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hi clem duhsaint: Hi to all my fellow bozonians late: are you going to break the president tonight? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with ChefFrank close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and Vanwall bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Uh, Clem: Hi, All. Anyone seen Doctor Memory? DJTween: Hi Chef DJTween: Hi Van DJTween: I forget ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:49 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ChefFrank: Hi DJ DJTween: Hi Ed ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'uh clem', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Vanwall: And I'm here to swim the English Channel! DJTween: better greece first EWeston: Hi Tweeney our conversation continued till I reset my computer. Sounds like the problem is on my end ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing '''Bob''', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:51 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTween: OK Ed, we'll get it worked out DJTween: Hi Bob ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'tenebrae23', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Beet, tene Beet: Here we go. Hello everyone. ''Bob'': I actually remembered in time this week! Dr. Memory, indeed... Beet: Are we all heaving a collective sigh that the bozos didn't collapse the country they give lip service to? Appropriate song, too.. late: helpless - what a happy song tenebrae23: I just can't get away from probation. Thanks Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood gets away from probation thanks. ''Bob'': Last I checked, the bozos are still spending recklessly, making war, and arresting potheads... so, no. ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| revjim - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: Business as usual tenebrae23: Hope all is well with everyone. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (8:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Nice weather in Austin DJTween: Hey Dex Beet: Hi, Fong tenebrae23: Nice weather here in Plano, TX too EWeston: Lex says howdy Dex Vanwall: Nice and sunny on the outside. Beet: Raining in West Virginia Dexter Fong: Hi Tween and Beet Beet: What's the weatehr in Woodstock? DJTween: You guys been getting any rain up there in the Dallas area, tenebrae? tenebrae23: CSN Greatest Hits, I'm surmising. tenebrae23: Just a little. It has stopped for now. DJTween: We got so much down here that they had to close down the last day of the ACLfest ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and Pico & Alvarado steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. late: what is this yasgur's farm you sing of? Beet: Back to the Garden indeed tenebrae23: Gimme da grape. Beet: Hey, Pico DJTween: Deja Vu, tenebrae Dexter Fong: Howdy EW DJTween: remastered ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (CSNY) - 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: oops, forgot to change the banner ||||||||| bilking enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Beet: Sounding particukarly nice DJTween: Hey P EWeston: Hey Pooper Dexter Fong: Hi Poop Beet: Howdy Poop Principalpoop: howdydoo tenebrae23: I'm only million year old carbon. DJTween: Hi bilking Principalpoop: so far? ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'BluesTraveler', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Pico & Alvarado: greetings dear friends DJTween: Hi Traveler Dexter Fong: Hi P&A Beet: Welcome Blues tenebrae23: Evenin' EWeston: From a very young super nova tene? BluesTraveler: greetings to all firesign fans. Pico & Alvarado: Mr Fong, always nice to see you.How are things? ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 17, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" tenebrae23: Not so super. It was a plain old nova. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Ontario pulls away, leaving Catherwood coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Pico & Alvarado: 9 pm ||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers roary into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hey Cat DJTween: Hi roary tenebrae23: Ahh, Bergman. Dexter Fong: Hey Cat Beet: Hi Cat Principalpoop: there he is roary: honk honk Cat: Hi all EWeston: Most our carbon is around 4 billion years old is all Pico & Alvarado: the cat Cat: you' Cat: you're back, dex ||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| CeeJayHey steps in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Cat: ive been listening to your voice a lot of late, on red shift shoes for the dead: Howdy Beet: I haven't received any anthrax in the mail for quite awhile Cat: using it on my 20th show Pico & Alvarado: got anthrax? Cat: hi shoes Principalpoop: thanks, now the nsa is doubly recording this BluesTraveler: Is the chat session with Phil Proctor archived anywhere? Vanwall: I only get random powders in the mail. EWeston: Got Flavin! Principalpoop: in the cheese logs Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny, what have you done with Rufus? ''Bob'': I guess your joke was a bomb, Beet. Cat: i dont have that album, tween Beet: What moniker is the NSA using on this chat? Vanwall: Unhappy macnam Principalpoop: it is me, noo, it is cat Beet: Bozos is my favorite album BluesTraveler: Yes, love the Bozos. EWeston: Look for a lot of nooooes Principalpoop: rolling, take one tenebrae23: Long in the leaf and short in the can Cat: i got the album in the mail when i first went to japan in the summer of 71 shoes for the dead: i got the sticker for my 51 chevy bus ||||||||| uh clem is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 9:05 PM. Pico & Alvarado: pass me one next... EWeston: I'd like to take one two Cat: it was even stranger than japan, and a lot more therapeutic Beet: Can you only answer a question "no"? BluesTraveler: Noooooooo Principalpoop: it is right around the corner Pico & Alvarado: the future is in the past ||||||||| 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 carlos danger plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM. Beet: Then you can answer a question "yes" BluesTraveler: Is there really a Dutch Elm St.? If not, should be. Principalpoop: dutch elm street ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:06 PM, dragging henderson by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" EWeston: I can answer a question Fred shoes for the dead: except the future isn't free ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” - 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/firtheatithi.html' Principalpoop: lonesome beet? Vanwall: When some folksy-singer guy openend for Firesign Theater at ASU once, the entire front couple of rows were full of Bozos with noses. The singersaid "I hope you aren't here for me!" Bozoness continued thrigh his act. roary: people get lost on Dutch St because it splits Beet: Did somebody say my name? CeeJayHey: So Fine! ''Bob'': To be fair, the present ain't free, either. Principalpoop: the whispering squash EWeston: Yes Satan? BluesTraveler: What have I got to lose? Cat: good story, vanwall Principalpoop: fuck a duck Beet: Who have I got to lose? EWeston: Screw a pigeon shoes for the dead: sqeek sqeek Principalpoop: the sun Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv tenebrae23: Let us pause shoes for the dead: luttuce paws Cat: thanks tween EWeston: Lettus prey ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lil - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Uh, Clem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| At 9:10 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, bilking!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... shoes for the dead: lettuce spray ||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch. Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus, glad to see you're still here shoes for the dead: for guidance Principalpoop: you gotta start young, if you are going to stick it out late: oh god hear it comes Cat: hi merl Vanwall: They got on the local progressive station, KDKB, and named it Krazy Dog, Krazy Boy, for advertizing. "At 93.3 FFFMMM, and 1510 if you am. And we am." Merlyn: hey there it's yogi bear DJTween: TCotRW a fun compilation, like All Things Firesign Principalpoop: we are already there Vanwall: Yays the future Beet: Incredible illusion. Very real. DJTween: Hey Merlyn EWeston: Naughty lettuce Principalpoop: hey M Beet: No shoes Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn ||||||||| Mudhead steps in at 9:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: up against the wall of science Vanwall: He' be right in line with airport security now Principalpoop: hey mudhead DJTween: Hey Muddy ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mitch into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs. shoes for the dead: hi Mud EWeston: MH allo Dexter Fong: Hiya Mudhead DJTween: Hi mitch Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv Pico & Alvarado: yellow line to wall of science late: aren't we all up against the wall? Principalpoop: tank you DJTween: quite certainly, late Mudhead: hi all Beet: And my wife Dexter Fong: Thanks again, Rufus but keep a low profile so that Tweeny doesn't ban you shoes for the dead: the lumps part is real science 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! Principalpoop: the technical vastness of the future ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Mr. President', just granted probation at 9:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween ducks and covers Beet: Rock groups DJTween: Hello Mr. President Principalpoop: the arrogant kenenyan Mr. President: Hey all EWeston: And the halfvassed confines of politics Vanwall: I went to a as many of their concerts as I could, living in the stinking desert. Saw all their short films in theatres. late: damned sponges shoes for the dead: only half, EW? Vanwall: I don't have skype-ability. Beet: Mr. President careful you don't get broken. DJTween: tiny animal plants? 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 Principalpoop: politics, poly ticks, many blood-sucking bugs Mr. President: Where can I get a job? ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze enters at 9:15 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Mudhead: We go from manufactered crisis to manufactered crisis; who says we don't make things in America anymore? EWeston: Give them another year to mature Beet: edible plants Mr. President: Mudhead FTW squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry so late i forgot to inflate my shoes shoes for the dead: or rot like a cheese log Cat: I think I've seen them maybe a dozen times over the years, but i've appeared far too often on your show already, tween. late: you like worm-filled cheese logs too? EWeston: There's a fine line between mature, and rotten Mr. President: I never had the pleasure of a live show. Principalpoop: wine and other stuff get better with age DJTween: Would love to have you on again, Cat :) Mr. President: I do have large chunks of the records burned into the place in my brain where common sense should be. Dexter Fong: Cat: lol EWeston: Few polititians do DJTween: Always stuff to talk about with FST shoes for the dead: ya but wine can turn to vinegar Cat: and you never will, most likely, mr p Beet: I would enjoy interesting stories of personal interactions with any/all of the guys from the chat people Mr. President: Speaking of wine, I love the bit from NPR about wine. Vanwall: Their live hows were amazing. Plus you get play call and response with the principal of More Science High. Principalpoop: we must have hope, alito will mellow, i gave up on scalia Cat: proc said on recent interview that there would be no more tours EWeston: Cheese can turn to spackle DJTween: yeah, that's sad :/ Cat: minus bergman-minus firesgin DJTween: He will still be doing theater around the country though shoes for the dead: sounds like an old dorm trick, EW ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ahgary in through the front door at 9:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Vanwall: Did anyone catch there appearence on David Susskind's show? Hilarity ensued. DJTween: Don't think he precluded the possibility of them doing some more recordings DJTween: Hi gary tenebrae23: Hey...I'm in Plano. EWeston: Ok someone talked. late: plano? ''Bob'': I never got the "half a key" joke until I saw Nick Danger performed live... ||||||||| 9:19 PM: El Poptart jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTween: Sure didn't Van. One can only imagine... DJTween: Hi poptart Cat: no malmburg? tenebrae23: That always used to freak us out. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv ||||||||| 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 Joe_Cool gets out at 9:20 PM. ahgary: hello folks DJTween: Hi Joe shoes for the dead: tex or Ill, ten? Principalpoop: they have a peanut butter poptart now, but it tastes strange Mudhead: I used to buy a quarter key Vanwall: The pretended their mikes were cutting out, and kept 'talking' to Susskind, who wasn't in on the joke. tenebrae23: Where's Princess Goddess? tenebrae23: Texas EWeston: Hey folker Principalpoop: 4 finger O Z, oh yes late: yngwie malmsteen? Mr. President: Van, is that stuff on YouTube? Cat: i have seen it, van. it is delightful Beet: Where can we see the Susskind show? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Blue Moss into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:21 PM, then departs. El Poptart: mo-squee-toes late: straight ahead! Principalpoop: straight ahead Vanwall: I dunno, I hope it's preserve somewhere. Mr. President: Is that Tommy Smothers? shoes for the dead: live with it EWeston: Watch him, he may turn green Principalpoop: Is who Tommy Smothers? Beet: What is a "strone" late: this part is just sad these days ||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "um, jim should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as um, jim enters and sits on the divan. Mr. President: Smothers Brothers DJTween: Hi jim, moss Mr. President: Ah, youngsters here, I see EWeston: A rotten shruum Vanwall: They would do hilarious commercials on radio when they ere in town, but those are prolly gone. BluesTraveler: I always thought it sounded like Tom Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv ahgary: i've met dick smothers. gad, that sounds like a joke Cat: beet, words are alternately pronounced ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. Cat: they play with sound ||||||||| mahi enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. late: secretary of failure... god El Poptart: chuck-o Vanwall: Yes, cat it was so fun to watch Susskind's reactions. Principalpoop: Peele and Kay should do a smothers brothers remake ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:24 PM and late as usual, it's Roadcluster, just back from Freeport." DJTween: Hi mahi EWeston: Dick raced for a few years. Formula A DJTween: Hi cluster DJTween: Wow, didn't know that Ed Nabby: Where are the humans, officer? Beet: POWER! Cat: that's quite early in theri career, isn't it? shoes for the dead: hi Nabby ahgary: met him at mich international speedway, he was a driver Nabby: hi shoes Principalpoop: please state your name ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mitch - dead from measles ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Catherwood - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| roary - dead from the yaws ||||||||| carlos danger - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| henderson - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: 69, I saw him up near Seattle, Mudhead: mass dye off late: where's uh clem? we need him to break something Mr. President: No flashers, please 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 BluesTraveler: How many shoes for industry references are there? El Poptart: oh the humanity Nabby: Barney! shoes for the dead: Jeeum Cat: or oh, the sadaharu Mr. President: Ironic, we thought Nixon was bad. Roadcluster: Jim ahgary: i ordered "shiboleth" months ago, never showed up yet Dexter Fong: The Susskind show and many other FST appearances are in the possesion of Tom Gedwillo courtesy of Space Shop Al Principalpoop: its the bees and spiders again CeeJayHey: It's the Bees and Spiders again . . . Vanwall: Jim class Nabby: He wasn't bad he was awful. Dexter Fong: Space Ship late: damned bees Vanwall: Thnks, Dex EWeston: Never trust them near a police lock Mr. President: The teaspooners make him look like a Boy Scout BluesTraveler: He's jiving me. Cat: no bees=no us El Poptart: jivin again ||||||||| Whispering Wind enters at 9:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing '2bsmart', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Nabby: Do bees have knees? like....12? Mudhead: teaspooners, no bees = shutstorm shoes for the dead: read to... ahgary: Just roll a couple of bombers Roadcluster: Uh Clem late: things could get weird here Nabby: hello Mr. President: I thought that was re-do Mr. President: Hello, worker El Poptart: h4x shoes for the dead: amrad EWeston: ROLL OUT the BOMMbers Dexter Fong: I rolled a stealth bomber. put it down and couldn't find it again Principalpoop: i believe in fiscal responsiblity, lets vote against the debt limit and ruin our credit rating... Roadcluster: Use your entrenching tool late: flip flop? Whispering Wind: Love the Bozos album. Was my first intro to F/T Dexter Fong: Don't start up Poop =)) ''Bob'': Politics is so unfunny. Cat: i think this is my favourite album because it seems to close the story that starts with electrician. ahgary: don't eat with your hands Principalpoop: where is llan when I am ready to rant? shoes for the dead: read macnam password Mr. President: FORTRAN? EWeston: Stealth entrencing tools. When you don't want to dig it Beet: I didn't know you were a Republican, Poop Dexter Fong: Good question Poop El Poptart: UNHAPPY MACNAM Cat: llan has dissappeared. its common on chat Principalpoop: direct readout doctor memory Mr. President: This was always a favorite part of mine late: the nsa hates this part - too much hacking Cat: i'll be here as long as i'm alive Principalpoop: unhappy macnam Whispering Wind: reactivate restrooms Beet: Doctor, Ummmmm El Poptart: wave hi to the nsa yall Principalpoop: buy a bot and program it with your AI cat late: damned illegal character ahgary: have another Whiz Roadcluster: Ahhh Mann no its not Clem man
Dexter Fong waves a white flag Mudhead: look up and smile! Beet: Illegal character in line EWeston: Turn off Deputy Dan B clothes mode Nabby: be sure to type the six words you can't say on the internet Vanwall: Bozo's is one of early computer humor bits, and actually mimicked some real stuff almost too well. Our mainframe sounds like this at work. Mr. President: He Paoulo, he broke the President, mang BluesTraveler: You broke the president 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 late: plano? EWeston: I'll get my wife! Vanwall: Texas Principalpoop: a below the belt, bottoms up review Mr. President: I never got the malmborg in plano reference. Little help? Rufus_T_Firetween: just north fo Dallas, right Van? Nabby: Plano TX Rufus_T_Firetween: *of Dexter Fong: Pres: Never got it myself ahgary: Plain Old Texas? Beet: Several theories. I heard the Plano was in Texas Nabby: let's volunteer Mr. President: Back then we didn't have Google BRB Vanwall: My favorite space ad. El Poptart: hey i like to push buttons! Principalpoop: i like to sleep in tubes in press buttons shoes for the dead: plano is field in latin Principalpoop: and even Cat: mr p, i think it was something one of them found on a lighter Vanwall: Kill 'em blind.... EWeston: I've slept in tubes while pushung buttons ||||||||| 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 magritte disembarks at 9:34 PM. Merlyn: phil proctor found a lighter that said "Malmborg in Plano" and they used it Cat: merl might know, if he comes back late: damned water heaters Beet: I heard the lighter thing, too Principalpoop: I knew M knew Cat: wow, the belgian painter has returned from the dead to chat with us? Mr. President:http://www.benway.com/firesign/lexicon/Q.html Dexter Fong: and he came back too EWeston: Mal, is a negative word. So whats a borg? Merlyn: back to the shadows... Mr. President: There's a link to quid malmborg in plano CeeJayHey: What the! Dexter Fong: EW: Never watched Star Trek? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv Cat: are you in touch with bill, merl? CeeJayHey: I'll wait here El Poptart: lol that voice always cracks me up Vanwall: This carny row is just a step away from Nightmare Alley. ahgary: never point your robot towards the sun EWeston: A bad Borg is nearly an oxymoron Cat: here is ofen better than there Principalpoop: close artichoke mode late: don't do it Roadcluster: Back from the shadows again Nabby: haha i like this part Vanwall: me too Merlyn: bill who, cat? late: dam damn Mr. President: nosotros El Poptart: bozotros Cat: mcintyre EWeston: Knos Bros Principalpoop: underwear industry Merlyn: don't know him, cat Principalpoop: just call him the who shoes for the dead: hoover damme EWeston: Is all online Roadcluster: A vacuum cleaner it says here that you are in love Cat: he's doing the firesign radio project. i thougt you might have been in touch Mudhead: time for the shadows for me Principalpoop: ciao mud Vanwall: We were saying this stuff with honking Bozo noses Mudhead: night all Cat: shadows are good shoes for the dead: i read gypsy, Dr DJTween: happy trails, Mud Nabby: bye mud Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead Beet: I am an illegal program late: tough grid ||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 9:39 PM train to Elmertown. Cat: really good in black and white movies ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| 2bsmart - dead from jaundice ||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from the yaws ||||||||| duhsaint - dead from jaundice ||||||||| tenebrae23 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Joe_Cool - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Blue Moss - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr. President: Gird your grid EWeston: The appliance more men are rscued from than any other Principalpoop: gird your grid for a big one EWeston: Its gone PLAID! Beet: No shoes Principalpoop: don't forget the future, oh no Nabby: It's clear to me now. Cat: do you remember the future? forget it. i think that;s my favourite firesing line EWeston: Ferget debt Vanwall: The end of Road Warrior Cat: the idea that the future is not set. Beet: Where does it leave you if you forget the past and the future? Now let it be told. Nabby: Cool cat CeeJayHey: So Fine 'O Roadcluster: Follow the rubber line to your seat ||||||||| AHCLEM steals in around 9:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Nabby: How many balls do you need Principalpoop: the past is infinite, and the future is infinite, and the present is also EWeston: Welded to the present? Mr. President: I always wanted to hear the album that began, "I see you are a sailor." Cat: infinite is hard for a finite mind to grasp El Poptart: later sailors Nabby: bozos yay! EWeston: Bye PT Vanwall: Roger that Beet: Did they randomly pick a sailor as the next character in line? Nabby: bye el P Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Proctor and Bergman’s new DC release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv ahgary: Sail away Vanwall: Oars revwhar, mates Principalpoop: blueberry or brown sugar cinnamon? bye anyway EWeston: White Truffles for me. CeeJayHey: Yes! Principalpoop: the trouble with truffles, a gourmet star trek remake DJTween: Yes, this is not skipping. This is the track ;) ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:45 PM and late as usual, it's porgie, just back from New York." Nabby: love it Cat: quite a change in volume, tween Principalpoop: dear friends ||||||||| 9:45 PM: Honky jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" porgie: Why does this website look like it's from 1998? Principalpoop: oh porgie Cat: new folks keep appearing. DJTween: is that better, Cat? EWeston: I missed the truffle hound cast member Beet: They did a lot of screwing around with records Mr. President: I like the "listen to the stream at 128k." AHCLEM: better than disappearing ahgary: old folks keep disappearing EWeston: Like our High School? AHCLEM: that's not so bad. Cat: maybe this is on the orignal show Nabby: the avant garde section Beet: Professional DJ's Cat: ok, now it's ok EWeston: Its errbad then. Honky: Go ahead. Squeeze it. CeeJayHey: Zip Principalpoop: it's your thing, do what you wanta do, I can't tell you, who to sock it to El Poptart: hah this is great, i might stick around for a bit more Dexter Fong: ...and it went so well in rehearsal Cat: lol, ew El Poptart: and uh, strawberry DJTween: This is labeled as the second of the syndicated shows Vanwall: Got a delivery up the hills. It's been happy macnam. Be seeing you. AHCLEM: I can't remember what cut but we played Give Us A Break more than a few times Nabby: that was nice DJTween: later Van Principalpoop: frosted or plain? Nabby: heheh CeeJayHey: Peter is speaking, listen . . . AHCLEM: WIQB Ann Arbor Cat: i think my high school dissappeared El Poptart: frosty for sure Honky: 128k? Wow! Mr. President: This is making me want to experiment with drugs again. DJTween: does that sound too low now? Mr. President: I remember fondly our days in the lab, in our white coats... Mr. President: .. and clipboards... Beet: Again? CeeJayHey: Sun Glasses too! Principalpoop: snakes wrapped in electrical tape AHCLEM: hopefully encoded with a decent codec Mr. President: "Results inclusive. Need more data." Dexter Fong: and cigarettes Nabby: i did not know that DJTween: Cat, does it now sound too low? Nabby: yes it's low CeeJayHey: That's it alright Principalpoop: globners disease, deaf in left ear EWeston: Exploding sodium outside the science lab Cat: its ok when i turn the volume up, tween Nabby: honk DJTween: It was their track intro which was loud CeeJayHey: Globners DJTween: the meters look low here DJTween: I'm going to crank it up a bit Cat: louder would work Nabby: cool Dexter Fong: TWEEN< THE METERS AREN"T LOW< IT"S THE SIDEWALKS< THEY"RE HIGH Honky: In the beginning there waws this turtle shoes for the dead: Dr Spitz DJTween: heheh Dex Mr. President: Nice hanging with you all. I'm heading back to the shadows again. Principalpoop: the sidewalks using again? EWeston: Piss test those sidewalks ||||||||| Mr. President leaves at 9:51 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..." Nabby: bye prez Nabby: i love this bit ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'boobaby', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'GL Tirebiter', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: leash on life lol DJTween: Hi baby, tirebiter ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:52 PM and Anton Globner bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Principalpoop: a kiwanis club meeting DJTween: Hi Globner ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DOMM - DEAR FRIENDS 1971-POWER IS TROUBLE, AND TROUBLE’S NOT FUNNY” - 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' Beet: Barking up the wrong tree? 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: they were just talking about you, AG Principalpoop: standing up to expose our genitals, right on DJTween: lol Beet: Puttin' on the dog CeeJayHey: where they are wanted EWeston: I'm holding out, for the right money Nabby: these guys are weird CeeJayHey: Ha! DJTween: lol ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Vanwall - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ChefFrank - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| duhsaint - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Whispering Wind - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Stlouielou enters at 9:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: cooly weird Dexter Fong: Hi Lou Anton Globner: Hold it out farther, weird boy! ahgary: The geeks are gawking Nabby: Dr....ahh....umm... Beet: It sounds like Ossman's mike is a little lower Stlouielou: Ola folks! Principalpoop: the gawks are geeking EWeston: I can hold it up to the light Nabby: Where is that harmonica today El Poptart: O.O EWeston: I just sat on it. Roadcluster: More coffee warden Nabby: Ow Principalpoop: citizen x, you are accused Anton Globner: Guilty! EWeston: I think I've seen enough ahgary: string him up Principalpoop: you have to listen dozen of times to get the hidden messages EWeston: I'll get the string ahgary: anybody got any string? Principalpoop: make it a g-string shoes for the dead: all i have is lynch EWeston: I think its in my other suit Anton Globner: It's the principal of the thing. (Commie martyrs high that is!) Principalpoop: want my thong, i can wring it out first ||||||||| Ben Bland steals in around 9:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ahgary: how about a g-spot EWeston: On or off body? Principalpoop: mister bland Nabby: i remember peach pitts she was....etc. Roadcluster: Tubs of sloth Cat: Hi Ben Nabby: a g'spot? DJTween: It's great to hearthe skits from the 1972 Dear Friends album in their original show context ahgary: Ben? El Poptart: woo free flies! Beet: Don't mind the flies. We won't weigh 'em. Principalpoop: only 1 per family Anton Globner: G spot? They're playing our thoung! Nabby: Time Warp Two!! shoes for the dead: i like this cartoon on the site ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: I stoked my last atom furnace EWeston: In the key of s minus ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:00 PM, dragging General Defective by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Nabby: I'm old and stupid and loving it Ben Bland: Hi. I'm hearing rumors that I have been cloned. Someone calling himself Ben Bland has been trying to peddle bootlegs of the boys. The only thing that I bootleg is Blue Moss. CeeJayHey: Fried Stein Feature? Principalpoop: i want a peddleboat Cat: lots of bens, lots of bland Roadcluster: Why cintheo what's happened to your nose EWeston: There's some crawling up my leg! Ben Bland: Everyone bootlegs Blue Moss. It's no big deal. Principalpoop: prince arcturus Nabby: he commands it Anton Globner: You,re going the Stein way? 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: If I can just get this water pump to turn over! General Defective: My Stars! Nabby: haha Stlouielou: lol ahgary: another glowing gASBAG Principalpoop: urinate though the window of the cell door Anton Globner: from Jupiter! ||||||||| Outside, the 10:03 PM uptown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving revjim coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cat: i remember when "urinating out the window" made this unplayable on radio EWeston: If I'm not in orbit now, I guess I'll never be Ben Bland: Urinating on the radio could break it Nabby: yeah cat shoes for the dead: figgers, Cat Roadcluster: That's Agnus Morehead El Poptart: was that bob dylan Principalpoop: corn silk and rum Ben Bland: Electrocution risk Dexter Fong: Sounded like Louis ARMSTRONG Stlouielou: Youm! EWeston: Daffy Duck? Stlouielou: Disipicible General Defective: WoolMade Mutton Sheep Ben Bland: Is it really censorship? We're protecting the Childen from a trip to the hospital Nabby: Margo Forehead Roadcluster: Grand falcon EWeston: That Duck is an Imposter! March him away! Anton Globner: He's not Daffy he's just drawn that way. Ben Bland: Pissing on the radio is a bad trip for the kids Dexter Fong: Coal Bill? Nabby: dig it Cat: well said, anton ||||||||| don steals in around 10:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: Fong was drawn his way Ben Bland: Kid, you're gonna want to use that thing when you get older. Don't fry it EWeston: If they drew him like Jessica Rabbit would you feel the same? Principalpoop: mechanical cunning Dexter Fong: I wouldn't fer sure General Defective: faced off the coal Dexter Fong: afkfr Principalpoop: i would feel him then, not now Anton Globner: You've drawn his fong? don: why Catherwood why ! ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to don and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" Cat: is this from the zola novel, germinal? sounds like it Nabby: joints of pipe? Ben Bland: It's a terrible thing to waste EWeston: Stop hitting my coal with your face. Principalpoop: thats mine ||||||||| 10:08 PM: reagen jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Roadcluster: How about some road apple red? Ben Bland: Don't frack your Washington monument EWeston: And right purtty too! don: Ok Catherwood Toes in ears ! ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear don don: NOW ! General Defective: coal tipple? don: Now ! Principalpoop: oh don, said jack Anton Globner: Of you have a pipe there's no ne to roll a joint. Anyone have any fire? Nabby: i can't find my bird Cat: how will we move to a coal-less world? Beet: Drama in coal mining don: more fire ? Nabby: zing! EWeston: UFO's Roadcluster: Ranger is on a bum trip again Principalpoop: fanny henderson Anton Globner: E coal I? reagen: mountains to move Nabby: moon worms gotta love em ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| magritte - dead from measles ||||||||| late - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| ironyengine - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| um, jim - dead from The Plague ||||||||| AHCLEM - dead from the yaws ||||||||| GL Tirebiter - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Well known bacterium and voter fraud participent don: Catherwood come on now ! you know you need to ... ||||||||| Catherwood gets to. Cat: they come, they go Beet: Sacrificial death makes your car run don: coming... Principalpoop: how come he gets to and I don't? EWeston: Warp speed Zeppo! El Poptart: the poop! shoes for the dead: topless american pie General Defective: lurking in rural reality Roadcluster: Poopsmith Principalpoop: this isn't fair Beet: I love how Poop does the Freudian slips EWeston: After 6 PM it stops running and starts walking CeeJayHey: What? Anton Globner: Cat- that is profound are you a urologist? Hey, it's not my ology! Principalpoop: somebody still wears slips? Dexter Fong: I love it when Poop wears a slip Cat: proc is a great writer, ew El Poptart: deploy*ahem* deplored! EWeston: Some of my favorite ranters as well Principalpoop: who has the cold nose among us? Beet: Right on! Anton Globner: Poop is a proctologist? What an asshole! No shit! don: And the yeddy penis enters the room .. Cat: logos, not ololgist Stlouielou: "Mr. Duck" Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil and some paper Principalpoop: loosners General Defective: ow Ben Bland: "You're a fiend, Illuminati!" http://blogs.rollcall.com/218/house-stenographer-opines-about-free-masons Nabby: say it backward EWeston: No duct tape this time. Anton Globner: Greek for knowledge of the proc? Roadcluster: If you lived her you would be home by now Principalpoop: I saw that happen live, The sound was off, she went nuts Beet: Gimme mo ba b que EWeston: All I know is any time I shout out Eurica, some hands me a bath towel Principalpoop: she got at the podium under the speaker and started yelling and waving her arms, they dragger her off General Defective: right on with it Anton Globner: Ah but if you lived her you might well owe alimony Nabby:http://youtu.be/aIs3AnyTCOo Stlouielou: who doesn't? EWeston: It was the Masonites Roadcluster: This is our funky show so I can go right up here don: Bumblacolt ! unhand de white woman ! don: Cha ! Nabby: I doesn't I don't think what didn't i? Ben Bland: Scottish Nite Shift EWeston: Get on with it! Roadcluster: Oswego don: De Marr place ! General Defective: there's bobby Cat: hollywood night shift, great austin project Ben Bland: Shorry, that's bar scotch Principalpoop: you cannot serve 2 masters, santa or the easter bunny, which will it be? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:18 PM and late as usual, it's sleep, just back from Omaha." CeeJayHey: Yea, Lake Oswego! Cat: other very funny people shoes for the dead: leg o the crow Anton Globner: Wait! She needs ag least one of those hands! She's using it to perform an essential service. don: de Blade Roadcluster: Been there no need to go back Ben Bland: About those bootleg Scotch Tapes EWeston: I got a thing goin with the X-mas bunny Nabby: blue drinks are zesty EWeston: Orange peel or? Principalpoop: i forgot the great pumpkin, forgive me oh orange god Principalpoop: nice piano, weeee Stlouielou: up on crippled crow she sent me..... Anton Globner: Ah but if you lived her you might well owe alimony Anton Globner: Greek for knowledge of the proc? EWeston: So many gods, so little time ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Betty close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room. Anton Globner: Poop is a proctologist? What an asshole! No shit! Principalpoop: miss white, remember the restaining order Cat: hello betty General Defective: enzyklopeedia EWeston: A-right klean up your language yus bums ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. Principalpoop: I will look you up sometime anton, keep it up Principalpoop: Hi E Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne Cat: hey, its the founder of the chat. welcome, elayne Elayne: Evenin' all! Can't stay long, too exhausted and this icky cold lingers. Beet: Hi E EWeston: Yow! Nabby: hi Cat: i se the new york comicon has been good to you two ||||||||| 10:22 PM: Mista Bumpy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Stlouielou: icky cold lingers....I think I saw them with the James Gang Principalpoop: lots of vitamin C, orange juice, grapefruit, lemons Mista Bumpy: I waas kept out of Mt. Rushmore.... Cat: we all wish you the best EWeston: And a pass port Principalpoop: all those home grown pale geek germs at the comic con? hehe Roadcluster: Garlic minimally cooked. Feel better soon Beet: sp sp spontaneous shoes for the dead: yes, pass the port EWeston: You don't know where this port has been. reagen: sail on mc. duff Ben Bland: Protect our secret identities!https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/10/open-letter-comic-con-organizers-protect-our-secret-identities EWeston: Sans hornpipe? Cat: duke of oil ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ahgary - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... El Poptart: first in a series of anti-pollution lynchings Ben Bland: Duke of Madness? Nabby: i never grew up too EWeston: The captian is sleeping, the mate is beloow. Har har blow the ship up! HI NSA reagen: earl of pan Beet: Mandatory News. CeeJayHey: We're not on anybody's food chain. Principalpoop: granted them ability to post tweets on their behalf, wonderful General Defective: yet EWeston: I love Happy Hamburger Ben Bland: We don't really want Batman tweeting spam about Pocket Fisherman and whatnot. Do we? reagen: from contented cows shoes for the dead: tastes like pork EWeston: The Bat lure Rubin! Anton Globner: Captain Pissgum? I can't see jack shit out of this eye! (It's a private eye. I spell my name regnad! Nabby: mr dead, I just got that Beet: I want a TV with three screens Ben Bland: Batman tweeting from Bruce Wayne's twitter account. "Hey, I'm at NYCC Comic Con and there are some great products out here on the floor!!!" Principalpoop: the mexican mole women, does the imperial king of the molemen know of this? Dexter Fong: Those mole women are saucy wenches EWeston: He's been distrated with drugs and loud music Cat: products? Principalpoop: hehe lol, blasphemy reagen: results Anton Globner: The source of Ma Rainy's moleskin cookies (In the oklskin bag) Ben Bland: Bruce Wayne telling everybody "take it from me, you can trust me, I'm Batman" shoes for the dead: they make good cookies, too EWeston: Initail conditions, are dubious Dexter Fong: owlskin? Principalpoop: yum, eat em, wipe em off, eat em again Principalpoop: you can only get 3 fingers in a bowling ball Nabby: they're mole-licious Ben Bland: Batman done in by Twitter. ||||||||| Captain Oiloff sneaks in around 10:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Anton Globner: Evef tried to skin an owl? It'z not eazy! EWeston: If you don't trust him, he'll drop kick you into next Tesuday Nabby: bats don;t do well in twisters Cat: hi capt. Principalpoop: and try to get down from an elephant General Defective: Janet and Daddy Nabby: can't be eazy EWeston: Easier from a duct Anton Globner: Bats aren't that easy to skin either. Principalpoop: who are the 3 reds? Cat: red leanings? did he add that? Dexter Fong: yes he did EWeston: For excitement, skin a boar Nabby: 3 johns Principalpoop: hair, the answer is hair Anton Globner: You can deduct that reagen: been boppen red allday Cat: i wonder if i can experience opium before i die? Ben Bland: Barbequed bats when you urinate on the radio EWeston: Along with those business dinners Principalpoop: a bucket full cat? Ben Bland: Wrong wavelength. Tesla uncoiled shoes for the dead: probly not that hard to find in your town, Cat EWeston: That's a strange batting ritual, if I might say Cat: not that important. reagen: you do your business for a dinner Ben Bland: The aluminum bats will be flying tonight Anton Globner: If you get a shot at it you could be the heroin of this story. Nothing to be sniffed at! EWeston: It's dimmer that way Cat: was a great simpsons episdoe, burns wants to sell his candle sticks for opium Principalpoop: do blue meth, the poor mans opium General Defective: is it like hot thistles? Nabby: bat pinatas filled with opium Stlouielou: hard to skin an aluminum bat EWeston: I wanna domino Ben Bland: So it's root, root, root for the Blue Crows Beet: I thought you could only get the blue from Walter Principalpoop: tungsten, nice word that EWeston: Yah gotta drill throught the rivits Anton Globner: Now you're getting up to speed! Nabby: more sugar shoes for the dead: i remember Aji No Moto Roadcluster: World domination herald Principalpoop: yes, get some before the supply runs out Beet: Also known as Nancy DJTween: Several bits from the Dear Friends LPs from this show Cat: some people should not do speed. Anton Globner: More sugar indeed! I' not talking about hate! Nabby: well preen my mole DJTween: They did a great job of remastering all this stuff Principalpoop: taut Dexter Fong: Yes Tween, quite a few actually ||||||||| 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' Principalpoop: anybody here taut?
Ben Bland looks confused when someone starts screaming at him in his earpiece. Nabby: honk EWeston: We'll use THE PROCESS Jim El Poptart: rock taut Nabby: i cant be taut Roadcluster: Ra ra ra that's the kind of spirit we have here General Defective: i want a window in my head Principalpoop: hotten tauts DJTween: feeling a little loose at the moment, actually Dexter Fong: THE PROCESS is DEAD Jim Nabby: head rush Cat:http://moniqueishikawa.com/monique.htm Ben Bland: I'd like to apologize for the references to "Pesky Redskins" EWeston: Ghott's Hotten Tots DJTween: WC Forever Dexter Fong: Ben: GO ahead
Ben Bland blinks nervously. EWeston: It's just pinnin for the Fyords Ben Bland: I'm not the sports reporter. I'm no expert. Roadcluster: Deveenitides ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| don - dead from The Plague ||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| boobaby - dead from jaundice ||||||||| sleep - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Elayne - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: My Little Chickadee really did treat the image of native americans quite shabbily El Poptart: right on shoes for the dead: loose it..... Nabby: true that Principalpoop: the redskins should become the washington Congressmen, another batch of losers Roadcluster: One shinning steel rail Nabby: All power to nobody! Principalpoop: power power power EWeston: The Washington Lobbist's? shoes for the dead: Thank Grid!! Nabby: the longest end Roadcluster: Selling rope El Poptart: Washington Whiteys Nabby: thank you for domm tracks Principalpoop: wow Beet: Thanks all for the fun. Thanks Tween for the inspiration. Night all. Cat: good work, tween Ben Bland: The True White Brothers? Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny DJTween: merci all :) Stlouielou: thats was really cool Principalpoop: washington crackers Dexter Fong: And a special thankyou to Rufus CeeJayHey: Thanks for all your efforts! shoes for the dead: Thanks, Tween!! General Defective: thank you tween, what fun EWeston: Bya Beet
Ben Bland grimaces. Principalpoop: yes thanks tween and fingus Ben Bland: I apologize. I'm not the sports reporter. Principalpoop: night beet, keep it shoes for the dead: Bye all, Park it and Lock it!!! EWeston: There's a dingus loose! DJTween: Thanks to Merlyn too! Principalpoop: ciao shoes, keep em tied Dexter Fong: Night Beet DJTween: Nice chat engine :) Nabby: bye shoes Principalpoop: yes, all bow to M Dexter Fong: Yes, thanks Merlyn Ben Bland: Merlyn was here? Merlyn: for a bit Dexter Fong: The little chat engine that could DJTween: for a while Merlyn: trying to get flash game working DJTween: ah, there he is.. Ben Bland: I would like to thank my floor producer. EWeston: Yow its been neat, now give back my keys pooper Dexter Fong: Night shoes Ben Bland: Without his help Merlyn: ngith all Principalpoop: be sure you are updated, my java and flash update almost daily it seems like Ben Bland: I... I...
Ben Bland sweats profusely. Nabby: time to hop hop hop to hoppers - nite all! Principalpoop: the bus, night all, good luck all Stlouielou: AMF as we used to say in old mexico city.... ||||||||| At 10:44 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| 10:45 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). General Defective: i salute you all ||||||||| At 10:45 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:45 PM train to Elmertown. ||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 10:45 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..." ||||||||| Outside, the 10:45 PM crosstown bus from California pulls away, leaving thedude coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Nabby: zwonk! ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:45 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Nabby by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Dexter Fong: Night to all who are leaving as am I Roadcluster: Made it out of my own sandals Ben Bland: Looks like I'm all alone here in the studio. ||||||||| General Defective rushes off, saying "10:45 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" thedude: where am I? Cat: I am gone. El Poptart: peace Dexter Fong: If anyone finds my stealth bomber, smoke it Dexter Fong: Night Cat Ben Bland: Camera is still on. Dexter Fong: and I am off, next week all
Ben Bland stares at the red light on the TV camera. ||||||||| 10:47 PM -- Ben Bland left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Honky - dead from measles ||||||||| porgie - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Roadcluster - dead from jaundice ||||||||| El Poptart - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles ||||||||| reagen - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cat - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold ||||||||| thedude - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Betty - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| mahi - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 12:37 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I am late again, Dear Friends! With apologies. An update. Flotsam and I are happily married -- although we do usually sleep in separate beds. And we always welcome visitors to our flats in London and Chicago! ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 3:14 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| It's 3:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the common cold ||||||||| 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:
ahgary
Anton Globner
Beet
Ben Bland
BluesTraveler
''Bob''
Cat
CeeJayHey
ChefFrank
Dexter Fong
DJTween
don
duhsaint
Elayne
El Poptart
EWeston
General Defective
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Honky
late
Lil
Merlyn
Mista Bumpy
Mr. President
Mudhead
Nabby
Pico & Alvarado
porgie
Principalpoop
reagen
Roadcluster
roary
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
tenebrae23
thedude AHCLEM Uh, Clem
Vanwall
Whispering Wind
