||||||||| 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 24, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween steals in around 8:03 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood leads ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:06 PM, then departs. ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan: oooops!! ||||||||| ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 8:07 PM. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:26 PM and late as usual, it's Rufus_T_Firetween, just back from Funfun Town." ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Stephen Stills/Manassas) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| "8:46 PM? 8:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "fesrtarrr should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as fesrtarrr enters and sits on the couch. DJTween: Hi festarrr ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts NickDanger inside, makes a note of the time (8:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts noodleman into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:48 PM, then departs. EWeston: Yow all! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and Beet bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Beet: Hi, gang. Hey, Tweeny, the left channel is cutting in and out again. DJTween: Evenin' folks DJTween: lemme check NickDanger: Nice stems, Nancy late: thought it was my trick tinnitus kicking in again noodleman: long time lister, first time caller DJTween: going to cut the music for a second noodleman: listener. ugh. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Algae2 inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Sounds good here EWeston: You don't like Lister? late: thanks man, sounds good now DJTween: listening to the radio feed from the net, and both channels sound in Beet: Seems OK now DJTween: kewl ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:51 PM and Daniel Nichols bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. NickDanger: Can you get Tierra Del Fuego? DJTween: Thanks for the feedback :) EWeston: I've got Diluth in my trunk Beet: I found a guy who has the audio to the Susskind show. Haven't purchased yet. ||||||||| Catherwood leads roxtar into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:54 PM, then departs. NickDanger: This sure beats listening to Buck and McCarver DJTween: Hi roxtar, Nichols ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:55 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" NickDanger: I'll have to Google him. Beet: Hey, Mud Mudhead: hi all ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DaisyMaeTwinklepants inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:56 PM, then departs. Beet: Howdy, Poop Principalpoop: hey there EWeston: Such staging twinklepants and you know where ||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 8:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. Principalpoop: i see a fong, wow Beet: Hey, Dex Mudhead: hi poop, dex Beet: This sounds really nice. DJTween: Hey Fong, P Principalpoop: roanoke is supposed to freeze tonight, brrrr Dexter Fong: Hey fellahs ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Cheryl', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: my old gf, how are you cheryl DJTween: Hi Cheryl Beet: Had some light sleet in WV ||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dick_Wrench should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dick_Wrench enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 24, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Dexter Fong: !!! EWeston: How's the font of perpetual reserection? Principalpoop: but you are up in the mountains Beet: True ||||||||| pdclark222 steps in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. roxtar: it snowed in terra alta this a.m. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: snow already? brrrr Dick_Wrench: light snow in central illinois this morning. shoes for the dead: howdy ||||||||| 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 SometimesMike plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM. Beet: All of the pandits here are predicting a bad winter this year late: nice a-z, pete EWeston: Hey shoes, an Somebdy vaiably known as Mike Principalpoop: mild for us the past few years, ahh the voice of tweeny Dick_Wrench: Mark Time! Principalpoop: i used to have that book Principalpoop: the childs grass ||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DrDespicable should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DrDespicable enters and sits on the couch. Dick_Wrench: I love this 2-fer Principalpoop: toad away ||||||||| Catherwood ushers CS in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DrDespicable: Hello? Is this thing on? Has the little chromium switch been flipped yet? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DEAR FRIENDS (1972 release)” - 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' shoes for the dead: hey cs ||||||||| "9:04 PM? 9:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "petevdp should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as petevdp enters and sits at the bar. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln EWeston: Gather now around the comunal candle Principalpoop: as daffy says, desphicable CS: Hi all Beet: Hi, CS EWeston: Cease! DJTween: Hey Cat Principalpoop: a canadian, hide your bacon ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and UhClem plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM. DrDespicable: What's wrong with Canadia? Dexter Fong: Hi Cay EWeston: Flog your conestoga! CS: many things ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'TitotheMindBender', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| BSidney sneaks in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi clem, bender DJTween: Hi Sidney shoes for the dead: not in public, EW BSidney: Hi all. UhClem: Hi Tween EWeston: I thought the protection order had lapsed ||||||||| 9:07 PM: Mench jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTween: Hi Mench shoes for the dead: interstate CS: we seem to get new people every week Principalpoop: mench and wrench, an ench night DrDespicable: What I wouldn't give for some hot buttered groat clusters, right abut now... DJTween: I'd say that's a great thing, CS :) Mench: Hey there UhClem: I just saw the notice on FB and thought I'd stop in EWeston: More angst! CS: indeed, tween 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 roxtar: Jubilee! Principalpoop: dog wants out, we just went out, but I will take him again so there is no accident, brb ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Bob', just granted probation at 9:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Bob ||||||||| 9:09 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Elayne: Evenin' all! CS: Hi El shoes for the dead: hi E EWeston: Man everybody's showin up, ||||||||| Bob rushes off, saying "9:09 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Algae2 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| NickDanger - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| fesrtarrr - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bob in through the front door at 9:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Elayne: Is that a bad thing, EWeston? :) EWeston: Bob was a knee trembler it seems shoes for the dead: Oh! and Hi to the NSA guy! DrDespicable: Showing up and diappearing... ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:10 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DaisyMaeTwinklepants by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DEAR FRIENDS (1972 release)” - 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/firtheatdear.html' late: mmmm cheese logs CS: I wouldnt be surprised if that's true, shoes Dick_Wrench: Mr. Foster Freeze. Beet: We should probably always welcome that guy DJTween: (got the purchase link wrong the first time) EWeston: Nah we had a fun time last week with everybody, I may check out due to a commercial action, we'll see. CS: the firesign was ranked the number one subversive group in the us by j edgar Elayne: Wow, my computer's really slow tonight. I'm going to try again later. shoes for the dead: they have to rotate them every now and then DrDespicable: Well, that's me - SHABOOM! [puff of smoke] DJTween: #1 Subversive Group?? BSidney: if it's imaginary just rotate it by 90 degrees DJTween: my goodness ||||||||| "Hey DrDespicable!" ... DrDespicable turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Nabby sneaks in around 9:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Bob rushes off, saying "9:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" EWeston: Keep watching Elayne CS: according to bill mccintyre, who should know, yes. it's in the domm book, tween DJTween: They should have been given a trophy or something late: well, you guys are pretty surreal Dexter Fong: E: So is mine DJTween: Hey Elayne shoes for the dead: i thought that was the MC5 CS: i was gonna quote that on my radio show, but was warned against it DJTween: I really want to get to reading the DOMM book ||||||||| 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 FredZeppelin falls out at 9:13 PM. 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: That's some long term paranoia there by some CS DJTween: Hi Zep Rufus_T_Firetween: Includes a DVD of MP3s and a book CS: not paranoid enough. ask angela merkel shoes for the dead: but no box Dexter Fong: Hello ||||||||| FredZeppelin leaves at 9:15 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." Beet: One of the best investments I have ever made ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'FredZeppelin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... ||||||||| Hawkmoth bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: So CS, do you know which members of FST were involved in A Child's Garden Of Grass? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Voidoid close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. FredZeppelin: Oops. Ola. CS: agreed, beet. a conucopia of value DJTween: Hi Hawk, Void Dexter Fong: My computer is not only really slow, it's acting really wierd Hawkmoth: Thanks DJTween! Beet: Comes and goes like anything CS: just bergman as far as i know, tween. he's the only one on it Nabby: Peter Bergman sings. late: oooh deputy dan CS: maybe it's nyc, dex. that's what el just said EWeston: J Edgar's paranoia set a pretty high bar Hawkmoth: Deputy Dan!!! CS: i used this on my mexico show ||||||||| 9:16 PM: aspidistra jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Principalpoop: back, check your cpu for dust fong, overheating will make it act like that Hawkmoth: Funny I signed in just in time for Deputy Dan who has no friends. DJTween: Hi aspid shoes for the dead: deputy Dan has no friends Beet: Deputy Dan has no friends. Beet: Hawk beat me to it EWeston: An no amego's nither Dick_Wrench: Don't follow the balls when they make the street. BSidney: Deputy Dan es yo amigo... Hawkmoth: Don't follow the balls when they make the street! Bwahaha late: right on! EWeston: Let's rock and roll Nabby: I seem tChild's Garden: I recall some line about a "narc" either being David O or Phil P. I'd have to czech. CS: does anyone know enough spanish to know if ossman is making accurate translations? aspidistra: hey tween Dexter Fong: Now, everything is blank except for the typing box BSidney: Yes. And no. shoes for the dead: he isn't ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies hilarleo in through the front door at 9:18 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: No CS, they are having much fun with the Spanish translations CS: thanks, shoes. Beet: A lot of poetic license on the translation Nabby: Trinty ickerface here Dexter. Whatever that means. shoes for the dead: except for the balls part CS: it wouldnt be firesign if it weren't ||||||||| Catherwood enters with GeneralCustard close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. ||||||||| At 9:19 PM, noodleman hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood enters with noodleman close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. aspidistra: spanish-ish DJTween: deputy dan is your friend, is what it said ;) DJTween: Hi general, noodle Hawkmoth: Thanks DJTween I always wondered what it actually said. CS: it's food time noodleman: more sugar! ||||||||| At 9:20 PM, GeneralCustard runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Dexter Fong: More food? Hawkmoth: whistles and washtubs again (is the other way I've heard it) ||||||||| Catherwood escorts GeneralCustard into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:20 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: why don't you let him enjoy the war? Beet: There was actually a coloring book that the Deputy Dan thing was based on Hawkmoth: Lick the boot! Nabby: more groat clusters Hawkmoth: The soul can not tell a lie. CS: yes its shown in the domm book Hawkmoth: Soal? BSidney: Filipino creamy, comin' in shorts & quarts. Nabby: Right lick a boot Dick_Wrench: the tongue can never be told a lie. aspidistra: might be a differnt color underneath Dexter Fong: Rawhide! Voidoid: Who wrote that? EWeston: Might be molemen underneath Dick_Wrench: /cough cough Nabby: TB Guide koff koff Dexter Fong: Might be moleskin on top Voidoid: Time for Hex-ercise! shoes for the dead: compulsory news Principalpoop: what would JC say? Johnny Carson... EWeston: Keep your moleskin under your heel Nabby: yepsk dick Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln
Mudhead -) Nabby: ringballs knox? late: love the tv listings Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus, glad to see you're still on staff Beet: Alistair Crowley featured on Hexercise Nabby: We all threw up on that series ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Daniel Nichols - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| pdclark222 - dead from jaundice ||||||||| petevdp - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Mench - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Elayne - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hawkmoth: suicide! shoes for the dead: better than what i get on dish Beet: 'Bye Elaine Nabby: round me up! Nabby: captain coon is so funky Principalpoop: cotton mather, stock roundup Voidoid: Captain Coon! EWeston: With the rest of the consumers? ||||||||| Catherwood leads CheeseHead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:26 PM, then departs. Hawkmoth: Heep the Creep! Nabby: heehee EWeston: He's really hung up there on those stocks Nabby: yes EW Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Good review of Dear Friends at Allmusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 EWeston: Gez 40 years to get it together 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! DJTween: Hi Cheese late: hexercise! CheeseHead: Mark Time! Nabby: hic Dick_Wrench: The Saloon Song! noodleman: hic Hawkmoth: 50 Unclaimed Melodies!!! Nabby: oh the Revenge Duet! CheeseHead: I saw Proctor & Bergman at Summerfest in Milwaukee back in the 70's... shoes for the dead: in beeeutiful Steeereeooo HIFI Hawkmoth: Ok 40 lol. DJTween: Cool, CheeseHead EWeston: I saw it live once it was memerable CS: i never saw the two of them perform, just the 4 or 5 Hawkmoth: Il Skitzophreno! Dick_Wrench: lol @ Il Schizo Freno Hawkmoth: whistles and washtubs again Dexter Fong: I saw P&B many times but the 4 or 5 only three or four Principalpoop: the dukes duet, schizophreno CS: if it were austin, it could be il shizo fresno EWeston: Procter stabed himself fout times Nabby: Let's all sing the Hawaiian Hallucination Song BSidney: Saw them twice. 1980 in Denver at the old Rainbow Music Hall, shoes for the dead: was this off of the Martian space paryt? Nabby: 1, 2, 3.... late: blue mutants! DJTween: Anyone who feels like Skyping in, let me know... CheeseHead: After the show, Murphy & I were throwing a frisbee around the tent/stage area, and Peter joined in a bit, relating that Mrs. Frisby's pies near Yale was the genesis of the sport.. shoes for the dead: ! is green, Nabby BSidney: and again in 2010 at a performance in Tacoma, WA. DJTween: These are all from the Dear Friends radio shows, Shoes CheeseHead: They can't breathe? CS: proctor is a fountain of knowledge Nabby: I can't see the close up EWeston: Hawaian baby wood rose seeds for everyone shoes for the dead: that was live, tho Dexter Fong: SHOES: It coulda been of the MSP but also off DF Let's Eat live show Hawkmoth: Everytime I hear a squeaky toy of the sort all I can think of is blue chinchillas. DJTween: Proc is one intelligent and widely educated fellow shoes for the dead: thanks, Dex Nabby: True that tween CheeseHead: @Hawkmoth, ditto! ||||||||| "9:32 PM? 9:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Oiloff should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Oiloff enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:32 PM, dragging ''Bob'' by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Dexter Fong: Tween: Not every cut is from Dear Friends DJTween: Hi Captain Nabby: EW will i go schizo? late: damn, how is this possible? CS: when he advised young Penn of future Penn & Teller fame to learn everything, he provided the perfect role model Rufus_T_Firetween: Didn't know that, Dex Principalpoop: two places at once noodleman: idnkt cs EWeston: Nah they were pretty mild for a good halucinogin CS: Penn said that in his memorial for Pete Principalpoop: you gotta stick it out if you are going to start young CheeseHead: That was agood year for bar scotch. Nabby: darn I was hoping to go schizo ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:34 PM and late as usual, it's Mongo, just back from Texas." Rufus_T_Firetween: Cool, CS DJTween: Hi Mongo BSidney: (hic) Nabby: oush him over FredZeppelin: Nothing like Firesign Theater. Brilliantly unique. CS: somewhere i have a quote of bergman talking about if they hadn't broken up, they could have become as famous as Penn and Teller DJTween: Absolutely, Zep CheeseHead: Medicinal purposes. Getting a market here at home is finally starting to happen, wot? EWeston: STP would be my choice for that outcome Mongo: Hello. Long and long-time FST fan and 1st time visit. Nabby: get really stoned and badly burned CS: welcome, mongo Principalpoop: mongo straight? Dexter Fong: Hi Mongo DJTween: Welcome :) We do this every week Nabby: hi mongo Nabby: hi jim CS: since 1995 Mongo: Awww... Mongo straight Dexter Fong: Hi Gym CheeseHead: Mongo pawn in the game of life? DJTween: ** So, no takers for a Skype-in, eh? Beet: Dr Whiplash Nabby: woooaaaaa shoes for the dead: in his rectumry Principalpoop: the movie name escapes me, oh come on now, i am beyond useless Principalpoop: blazing saddles, omg, why did it take so long to recall that, ouch Dexter Fong: Blazing Saddles? Beet: Doctor ummmmmm Captain Oiloff: Check for a brake or a bleed. DJTween: Mongo, the big guy in BS Principalpoop: oh hideo oh Mongo: blazing indeed. CheeseHead: Skype in a windowless room with artificial lighting (extinguished) is close to pointless. ||||||||| Dr. Dog enters at 9:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. shoes for the dead: delayed borgarigmus Voidoid: Eat out and feel better... BSidney: Played by Alex Karas, I believe. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| SometimesMike - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| roxtar - dead from measles ||||||||| GeneralCustard - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Hi Dog Principalpoop: exactly Dr. Dog: Bon appetit CS: we are an animal friendly chat Nabby: microsporifera funni? Dexter Fong: Bone appetite back to you Dr. Dog: Just zap my electrodes Nabby: dr dog! ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'CyberRose', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:41 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Principalpoop: why am I starting to drool? DJTween: Hi Rose CheeseHead: ...the only cure for which is death. Principalpoop: damn you skinner CS: i played this on the radio in japan in 74. one of my favourite firesign bits Mongo: fun chatting must chat again. right now the Funny Spores are causing intense discomfort. Adidas!
Dexter Fong rings the dinner bell Captain Oiloff: You can shit here in the sittin room.... Dr. Dog: Why does it hurt when I be Principalpoop: don't shout, i cannot hear you ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:42 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs noodleman by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door CyberRose: New to chatting via iPhone. ||||||||| 9:42 PM -- Mongo left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Hawkmoth: All out. Principalpoop: my leg starting shaking Nabby: This is a strange piece--like all the others aren't ha! Principalpoop: get a job, na na na nah Beet: About extinction CS: and it ends with george washington CS: doing things for the last time BSidney: is THAT who that is CS: yes Rufus_T_Firetween: ** The original 2 LP set of Dear Friends was divided into 4 sets (sides). They were labeled 1) A Properly Religious Opening, 2) The T.V. Set, 3) Animals, Vegetables and Minerals and 4) It's Sure Realistic! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:43 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Anton Globner coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln DJTween: Hi Globner BSidney: I still have my LP copy. Cherish it. CS: Maybe Herr Alzheimer will show up, if he remembers Nabby: globner--just in the NICK of time ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:45 PM, dragging PissFest by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Anton Globner: Hail Tween! Principalpoop: vinyl, ahh hard drugs shoes for the dead: this sounds like yours, BSyd Principalpoop: wrong chat pf BSidney: I don't listen to it now, of course, and I've forgotten which tracks were left off the CD. CheeseHead: Little Miss, Moon Maid, and Stuck Pig Strength! DJTween: Hi Fest Hawkmoth: Love Giant Toad Supermarkets. Drop your load on the Giant Toad. Dr. Dog: Have you ever noticed that most of this album is from a single radio show? PissFest: off the CD??? CS: speaking of piss fests, has anyone here seen Pyst, Bergman's parody game? shoes for the dead: all on DOMM, B DJTween: I did notice that the radio show I played last week contained several of these skits BSidney: Saw Pyst long ago. Don't remember it clearly. BSidney: I'll look. late: a hopeless tomorrow Anton Globner: Sorry, I can't hear out of one ear. Hey, is that a rutabega?
Mudhead -) CS: i tried to play my copy last week but the computer didnt' recognize anything that old. thankfully the whole "game" is on youtube Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln Principalpoop: rita begley? Dr. Dog: It may just be me but seems to me that MOST of this album is from one show... I could be wrong though... wonder why 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 Hawkmoth: Hercules Big Arms, I ended up seeing it on MST3K lol. CS: john goodman singing a bergman song is the highlight Dr. Dog: Proud owner here :) ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:47 PM and late as usual, it's ralph SS, just back from South Carolina." Anton Globner: Everyone knew her as Nancy BSidney: Found it. I'll check it out later. Rufus_T_Firetween: Goodman? No joke... Principalpoop: ahhh mst3k, ahhhh DJTween: Hi Ralph Dr. Dog: Ah Hawkmoth Joel or Mike? CS:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fo-DH8VlsM Dexter Fong: Dog: The cuts are from various Dear Friends shows (some more than others) and some cuts are from shows that were never syndicated Principalpoop: barbara bobo, hubba hubba CS: yes bergman a pal of the group, even had a production company with bergman at one time Nabby: tex tirebiter! CS: i meant goodman Anton Globner: Thoze are the unkindest cuts of all BSidney: thanks for the link CS shoes for the dead: Truckee trailer court ralph SS: alohahaha late: police street! Dr. Dog: Now I'm curious... I'm going to have to map where they all come from... oh no, an excuse to listen to it all again :) PissFest: Ballentine! EWeston: Act police and state your code! Principalpoop: lip stiffener late: how does he make his voice do that? shoes for the dead: reverb Anton Globner: Tell it to the Xmas bunny kid! PissFest: he dreams Beet: Poop! Dr. Dog: Renouned reverb EWeston: Ah how are things in Eastabunny PissFest: a fair & wise guy Anton Globner: Rebound reverb! But does he really dream of poop? No shit? Dr. Dog: Is the Poop Catholic? Principalpoop: who has the cold nose among us? PissFest: real square little fellow CS: lol dog EWeston: Will the bear use an outhouse...and how BSidney: Has anyone else spent too much time wondering what the Code-2 rules might be? EWeston: Another favorite of federal authorites here? shoes for the dead: dog upon dog upon dog...... ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CyberRose - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| hilarleo - dead from jaundice ||||||||| aspidistra - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Dick_Wrench - dead from the common cold ||||||||| UhClem - dead from measles ||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dr. Dog: That's my favorite part ||||||||| Outside, the 9:55 PM crosstown bus from Portland pulls away, leaving UTB Sector B Subcluster coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: faggy guys? DJTween: Hi Sub Nabby: this is real Anton Globner: That Oiloff is slick. He stole my disease. PissFest: hello woiker Principalpoop: hey leaker,go stand by the bucket EWeston: Never trust heem with your favorite virus Hawkmoth: We had to sharpen our old auger often. (like an old typing exercise.) Hawkmoth: Squeaky toy again! Anton Globner: Oh well, I'm off to the Swiss picnic. Anybody got any cheese? Nabby: explex compediency Principalpoop: the quick brown auger came to the aide of our countrymen ||||||||| Outside, the 9:58 PM crosstown bus from Raleigh pulls away, leaving jravensmith coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: I use a penguin Nabby: penguins 'n' cheese
Mudhead -) Hawkmoth: lol Principalpoop; Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of our country. DJTween: Hi raven EWeston: With sardines and paradines Nabby: zoooooom Hawkmoth: Moonworms.. agghhh! Anton Globner: Or perhaps a cheesy weasel? Principalpoop: mp, yjr wiovl ntpem gpc ki,[rf pbrt yjr d;rr[omh fph Nabby: aaaggghhhhhh Dr. Dog: Most serendipitous sound effect ever shoes for the dead: sardonid paradigms? jravensmith: oh, ello! ||||||||| 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: sardonic Nabby: really dr dog EWeston: A small fish with identity issues Principalpoop: stop being anomolysis CS: better than sardineic Dexter Fong: Hi Raven Principalpoop: caw caw jravensmith: ello. never been ere before. EWeston: Ionic sardins, how bizarre CS: welcome, raven jravensmith: give me a clue... Principalpoop: go away, and we will welcome you back jravensmith: ok. I'm gone. Anton Globner: Never more Fong! Nabby: it works out nice that way jravensmith: now, I'm back. Dexter Fong: It's a bout this long, and... shoes for the dead: we don't have any, JR CS: how about a crew? Principalpoop: ahh raven is back, welcome back late: mark time EWeston: Not craw, craw! PissFest: doctor testicle! BSidney: were you front? ||||||||| "10:01 PM? 10:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "reagen should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as reagen enters and sits at the bar. jravensmith: Where's me welcome? Beet: Welcome back Nabby: time warp 2!! Principalpoop: welcome back raven catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Principalpoop and yells "oh, fuck off Principalpoop!" Hawkmoth: Mark Time! I put the diorama together with my Dad.. it got lost but I have another one now. So I have two albums, one diorama. PissFest: that's fart, Sidney reagen: a round for everyone jravensmith: Yea, time warp. Hawkmoth: One mint diorama. ||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM bus from North Chelmsford pulls away, leaving hilarleo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi reagen EWeston: When you two getting hitched. Make an honest butler out of him? BSidney: fart and back again Principalpoop: pia azordirama BSidney: or back and fart Hawkmoth: This Mark Time is to the Mark Time album, as the Stephen King story Jerusalem's Lot is to the Novel Salem's Lot. DJTween: Hi hilarleo reagen: pissfest you git a triangle DJTween: not a cowbell? EWeston: Infernal or exfernal Hawkmoth: The squeaky toys and whistles make me laugh. Dr. Dog: How Yime Flys is my favorite non-quartet album Nabby: How Time Flys is wonderful shoes for the dead: this cartoon is great! Principalpoop: just plain joes DJTween: It is truly excellent,, Dog Hawkmoth: Harmonica now. Nabby: harmonica, the universal sound effect reagen: that's joes plane DJTween: I love Harry Shearer's work on HTF CS: i think it's my favourite non-firesign album Principalpoop: or poes jane Beet: Wolfman Jack DJTween: Yeah, him too CS: i think its the only thing he did with a firesign on an album. the credibility gap was in a flick with proctor and bergman Hawkmoth: Never knew Shearer worked on How Time Flies. Wow. DJTween: lots of good people on the recording shoes for the dead: sam the sham Dexter Fong: I still gotta vote for Roller Maidens CS: i was in contact with the guy who produced HTF a few days ago Anton Globner: The raven's name was't Jane it was jim Dr. Dog: His show used to be right before theirs CS: he's the years in your ears, hawk Nabby: Would have to agree Cat it's pretty special - seems a labor of love reagen: just plane joes all you can eat,grub worms extra PissFest: tv or not tv? CS: on kppc, yes DJTween: HTF is coming up in 3 weeks. Bride Of Firesign will be the fare next week, as it is Halloween Principalpoop: caw caw Dr. Dog: John Goodman is on there too, isn't he? CS: good halloween choice, tween Nabby: cool tween & thanks EWeston: Don't worry about the flies, we won't wiegh them CS: on htf? no. DJTween: Never saw him in the credits CS: goodman did some pieces for bergman's 90s rfo website Nabby: chinques & champz ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:08 PM and Stlouielou sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Hi louie Dr. Dog: He's on something, I can't remember what reagen: also pyst shoes for the dead: 27 grams? Dexter Fong: Hey Lou Stlouielou: Just poping into say hello I must be going there is a baseball game on tonight... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln CS: he also bought ossman a plane ticket for the nyc show in 96, or so i have heard Principalpoop: let that be a lesson, just try and sing along, louie louie Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Good review of Dear Friends at Allmusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 CS: yes, you're in the world series now, stlou late: 27grams of illegal hashish EWeston: Wild thing. Principalpoop: is hashish legal in washington and colorado? EWeston: You make my heart... shoes for the dead: i gram handlers fee Nabby: nice, rtf CS: if grass is, hash should be as well, poop ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CheeseHead - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| TitotheMindBender - dead from measles ||||||||| Voidoid - dead from The Plague ||||||||| ralph SS - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: probly not, Poop, it's processed EWeston: Their dropping like flies CS: i'll inquire the next time i'm in washington Beet: Adult Bookstore Hotel Principalpoop: but I could make my own, grass is the ingredient lol Hawkmoth: He's no fun he fell right over. ||||||||| Bosco Hearn steals in around 10:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." CS: eweston, you're in wash now. maybe you know EWeston: Speak up! DJTween: Hi Bosco shoes for the dead: I'l be in Co for pass the indian, i'll see reagen: this is pro gress,i'm anti gress on princinalbl ||||||||| What now waltzes in at 10:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: cool DJTween: Hi now DJTween: What's next is "A Child's Garden Of Grass" What now: yo Bosco Hearn: Hi Dear friends Anton Globner: Don't weigh the fly droppings. I wass holding Ralph in my arms. Not sure what he felt. EWeston: No word on its legality in Wash by any public official or media. I'm tending to doubt it Principalpoop: i guess hash oil would be suspect too? hehe ||||||||| "Hey What now!" ... What now turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:13 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... EWeston: You have a pet fly named Ralph? Nabby: great tween!
Mudhead -) DJTween: Hey Muddy shoes for the dead: Illuminati!!!! EWeston: The kids seem more into designer drugs these days FredZeppelin: "You don't have to wear a clock around your neck to know what time it is at Bob's..." Anton Globner: My tween is behind that fly! DJTween: lol Principalpoop: they have a test for marijuana intoxication, they hold out a hostess twinkee and tell you not to look at it DJTween: paisley drugs? EWeston: Its time to rotate the tires on that fly Beet: I've always wondered who chose the pieces for this album. Real gems. late: damned masons CS: designing their own drugs? PissFest: effing leptons Dr. Dog: Mostly Ossman is my guess DJTween: indeed, Beet CS: walter white lives! Principalpoop: jerry was in detroit Anton Globner: A tired fly? Must be a tetse! EWeston: Usually semi dangerous and, and the authorites can't make them illegal till they know about them Dexter Fong: Refresh is screwed up again Principalpoop: made the indians sleep outside EWeston: Cold indians are the worst kind Dr. Dog: Where they might get hit by the dangerous semis Principalpoop: they live near nepal? Anton Globner: Yes they draw flies! Beet: I love it when they crack each other up Principalpoop: going to a store in denver and buying nepalese hash, oh my EWeston: Using a special anvil and a tiny hammer Hawkmoth: Me too Beet. shoes for the dead: and don't edit it out, Beet ||||||||| "10:19 PM? 10:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "corey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as corey enters and sits in the comfy chair. Principalpoop: libidoian? BSidney: I first listened to Child's Garden of Grass in the early 70's. CS: appealing to the libido Anton Globner: We've gone from hash to crack? You've really made a meth of things now, Speedy! Beet: I have never heard this Principalpoop: always hehe Dr. Dog: I listened recently, it was better than I remembered Nabby: thanks for background tween BSidney: Just recently read about the marijuana "awakening" in Smoke Signals by Martin Lee. shoes for the dead: haven't heard this since '76 DJTween: I was thinking libations, CS Nabby: listen for "a narcotics officer" -- proctor? Dr. Dog: Oom Yellimon! BSidney: Very interesting period, and central to FST's ouvre. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS (1971)” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://www.amazon.com/A-Childs-Garden-Of-Grass/dp/B00124JFO0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1382659403&sr=8-2&keywords=a+child%27s+garden+of+grass' Hawkmoth: Never heard this one. LOL! ||||||||| 10:21 PM: Mista Bumpy 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!" CS: indeed, sidney DJTween: There's Ossman DJTween: Hi Bumpy ||||||||| 10:22 PM -- reagen left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Catherwood enters with reagen close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Dr. Dog: I didn't recognize anyone but Bergman in the bathyub,,, but I wasn't aware any of the rest of them were on this Nabby: hmm Principalpoop: look wistful Mista Bumpy: The Old Fella's a little tired tonight. I'm thinking of swearing off wimmins for just a bit... ||||||||| At 10:23 PM, reagen vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: "become a narcotics officer" = proctor? ||||||||| 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 reagen gets out at 10:23 PM. DJTween: That's Carlin, isn't it? Principalpoop: hey, look up there... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with doctecazoid close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule. EWeston: I could only do halfwistful CS: hey, it's doc! Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Doc Nabby: Waiting for "Andy & Virginia" Principalpoop: hey doc doctecazoid: egads what have i walked into? Dexter Fong: Hi Doc Principalpoop: you do not get a kick from grass EWeston: Something you can't run away from? ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| UTB Sector B Subcluster - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| jravensmith - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: careful where ya step, Doc Nabby: here comes mr. bergman' ||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| doctecazoid tiptoes in around 10:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." CS: this is pete doctecazoid: i'm at 9ball league Nabby: yepsk Principalpoop: chalk up EWeston: Yepiski doctecazoid: chatting via my android DJTween: there's peter Nabby: thats great ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'ekoboy', just granted probation at 10:26 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: i miss peter B!! doctecazoid: doin the dirty dog on the continental shelf EWeston: Soon to be orchestrated Rufus_T_Firetween: We all do, Nabby :/ Nabby: in the mid-----
Mudhead -) Beet: I wonder if Peter is back in a new body yet. doctecazoid: with four part harmony Principalpoop: ahh, and ahh, ahh EWeston: Maybe on another planet. Nabby: umm errr Principalpoop: huh doctecazoid: if he is, i hope it's a good one! EWeston: Spreek Ingrish Troop! Beet: guaranteed Nabby: cure all Nabby: this record is a treasure doctecazoid: with any luck, firesign radio will be on the air soon CS: indeed doc doctecazoid: on the ft site Nabby: andy & virginia awwwww EWeston: Kuewl shoes for the dead: good deal, Doc Rufus_T_Firetween: Good to hear, Doc :) Dexter Fong: Doc: It's on right now Principalpoop: wow CS: had a chance to look at rb3 yet, doc? doctecazoid: working on it with bill m. CS: i uploaded it to your site last night Beet: How will we tune in to Firesign Radio? doctecazoid: cat: not yet ... i dnlded it at work today but no oppty to review it yet CS: whenever you get the time, doc doctecazoid: beet: there will be a player appon the ft home pg CS: i can redo each segment on mp3 instead of trying to mp3 the whole hour Nabby: three floors above you you you you Beet: Thanks, Doc CS: infinite stairs, sounds like pkd's novel Ubiq doctecazoid: haaaalp ... i'm lockedin the refrigerator Nabby: lol Beet: I used to enjoy the time warps Nabby: --icrophone CS: still in beta now, right doc? EWeston: I ate hen at pens doctecazoid: ooon yellimon Nabby: I used to love watching the Flying Queen Principalpoop: queen for a day was intense doctecazoid: yes cat still in beta shoes for the dead: Nun for a Day Nabby: can't wait Principalpoop: everything is good, be careful about that CS: ev en without rb3, i'll send bill another 8 shows EWeston: Come Mista yelliman yell at my banana's doctecazoid: nabby - it weeeel beee sooooon Beet: I actually thought at one time that grass could create world peace. I was a disciple. Nabby: ooooo good BSidney: Well, it can't but help. doctecazoid: now, it's just - a good idea Principalpoop: not until the cheney and cruz folks start smoking Dr. Dog: What's this plug do shoes for the dead: delight home and me want to come ||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." EWeston: Pyscoactives would be better ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from The Plague ||||||||| reagen - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: baby steps hehe doctecazoid: i can't imagine cheney being high on anything other than world domination Beet: Trying to sound like the Maharishi. FredZeppelin: Gotta run! TY Firesingn! Principalpoop: night fred EWeston: I was just thinking Ron Paul on acid?? Scary Nabby: later fredz shoes for the dead: cheney needs Henbane CS: i remember when the maharishi was on radio free oz in 67 doctecazoid: buy Beet: Seeya Zep EWeston: By Fred now doctecazoid: buy more Nabby: ron paul lives in a cartoon already doctecazoid: buy more now BSidney: Seriously? On RFO? Nabby: really cat! CS: yes EWeston: What about the Fred deficit in today's future? Nabby: how did I miss that late: well that took a turn DJTween: Wow, the Maharishi turns into a Nazi lol BSidney: This is a dark twist... DJTween: yipes BSidney: (sig heil) DJTween: no doubt CS: were you living in la in 67? only way you could have heard it Nabby: i was 10
Nabby ) doctecazoid: ok swami or whatever your name is, we'll be back with this christ consciousness racket in just a moment Principalpoop: food, music and sex lordy lordy BSidney: Nope. Grew up in Denver, and I was just a kid then. CS: it's krishna consciousness, mr. swine CS: i hope those shows are eventualy released ala domm. Beet: Aaaaaah Music ||||||||| 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 Ah Clem falls out at 10:43 PM. EWeston: That's a bour Nabby: quality music doctecazoid: spiro ... you did love me don't you? BSidney: That would be great. Nabby: acid polka! DJTween: ** for those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat EWeston: Siro he no more dances on the heads of punks Principalpoop: lol doctecazoid: unless of course they're all playingtogether! Nabby: ew lol Beet: Wouldn't be able to dance Nabby: was that a backward word? Nabby: aha doc!
DJTween tries to be helpful ;) EWeston: From Radio Diner another from this era Beet: Far out Nabby: yepsk know it well Beet: Aaaaaaah Sex doctecazoid: i know this album so well - it was a formative influence Nabby: or is it missing whitehouse tapes doctecazoid: i cqn quoteit even withoutbeing able to hear thefeed from my phone shoes for the dead: missing outhouse papers Beet: Put on some Firesign Principalpoop: yeah doc BSidney: no this is great EWeston: Missing outhouse tapers doctecazoid: oh radio dinner - another fave Principalpoop: really outta sight Beet: I was inventing dialog. Sorry EWeston: Remeber the NYC bird calls? CS: this is the best ad for sake i've ever heard Nabby: afk for a couple minutes there doctecazoid: i can state unequivocally that if the president had any awareness of his actions, he was not aware of it late: spark the owl Nabby: farm out shoes for the dead: far out Rufus_T_Firetween: lol doc Principalpoop: far out shoes for the dead: really EWeston: I'm relieved, strangly, for that Doc. doctecazoid: hey - you with the feathers, you wanna knock it off? BSidney: funny how these things still apply Nabby: this is getting a little personal don't you think EWeston: Yep that's the stuff shoes for the dead: like worms from a hot cheese log........................ late: this is getting awkward Nabby: i want to be a chasm of jubilation corey : Youve really got a far-out lifeline.... Principalpoop: time has lost all claim to meaning Nabby: whatever that means EWeston: Steer to starboard them, and be danged as well Nabby: wow! doctecazoid: awkwardness quotient approaching critical mass media Beet: Is anybody holding? Nabby: was it good for you? Principalpoop: goodness EWeston: Only up to the light doctecazoid: sure - where do you want me to hold it? Beet: Now hold it over there ||||||||| 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: glad to EWeston: Over this potted potted plant, he goes by Fred Nabby: I'm confused Principalpoop: beer beer beer Dexter Fong: Hold it up to the light again and look for any little pin prick....er pin holes doctecazoid: fred admires it as it goes by Nabby: no hitting Principalpoop: knives and guns are out late: lawn darts EWeston: When will it run again, he thinks doctecazoid: saw the orb at a nyc club called carbon in '97 shoes for the dead: that was FST Dexter Fong: AAnd no Pihilipine Yo-Yos ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| FredZeppelin - dead from measles ||||||||| ekoboy - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... doctecazoid: in the middle of their set, they droppin 'beer beer beer' ||||||||| Andydammit sneaks in around 10:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: find your foot hehehehe Nabby: myriad cerebral gamespaces DJTween: lol P
Mudhead -) doctecazoid: i was th only one in the audience singing along
Dexter Fong -) Nabby: lol P Principalpoop: was it carlin who talked about forgetting how to breathe? DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST ||||||||| buzzy enters at 10:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Beet: This was fun as always. Thanks again Tween. See everyone next week. doctecazoid: ok gang, thanx for lettin' me drop in - gotta get back to to 9 ball league BSidney: wonderful BSidney: ! late: thanks man CS: keep em rolling,doc Principalpoop: i had heard that before, thanks tween doctecazoid: y'all have a great evenin' Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween CS: good work again, tween Principalpoop: night all, have a super week, happy trails EWeston: Come back Doc, I've got a lump on my shoulder ||||||||| At 10:57 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: Ah, Clem played it once or twice Nabby: thanks tween! doctecazoid: see yaz on the flip side shoes for the dead: Bye All1 Keep em flying! Nabby: night owl, er, all! doctecazoid: you need to have that lump looked into :-) doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.. corey : That's all folks ||||||||| doctecazoid leaves at 10:58 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..." EWeston: Gnitch all, much globbery love : you need to have that lump looked into :-) : see yaz on the flip side : y'all have a great evenin' : ok gang, thanx for lettin' me drop in - gotta get back to to 9 ball league : i was th only one in the audience singing along : in the middle of their set, they droppin 'beer beer beer' : saw the orb at a nyc club called carbon in '97 ||||||||| EWeston leaves to catch the 10:59 PM train to Elmertown. DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| "10:59 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:59 PM. Dexter Fong: Night Doc and Tweeny ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| buzzy runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's buzzy?! It's 11:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Night all CS: off we fly Mudhead: night all ||||||||| Around 11:00 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| CS is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:00 PM. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| late - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| corey - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beetwhizz close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| BSidney - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Beetwhizz - dead from the yaws ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'L7OH', just granted probation at 12:03 AM", then leaves hurriedly. L7OH: whats the meaning of it Watson? ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| PissFest - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "12:24 AM? 12:24 AM!!" says Catherwood, "cheryl should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cheryl enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| L7OH - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| hilarleo - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| cheryl - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:53 AM and late as usual, it's L7OH, just back from Oregon." L7OH: How is my horse, Nobby? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 1:02 AM: ginger jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ginger - dead from the common cold ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| L7OH - 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 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers KenB-Oregon into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 4:06 AM, then departs. ||||||||| 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:
Anton Globner
aspidistra
Beet
Bosco Hearn
BSidney
Captain Oiloff
CheeseHead
corey
CS
CyberRose
Dexter Fong
Dick_Wrench
DJTween
doctecazoid
DrDespicable
Dr. Dog
Elayne
ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan
EWeston
FredZeppelin
Hawkmoth
jravensmith
L7OH
late
Mench
Mista Bumpy
Mongo
Mudhead
Nabby
NickDanger
noodleman
PissFest
Principalpoop
ralph SS
reagen
roxtar
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou UhClem
Voidoid
What now
