||||||||| 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 31, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "1:57 PM and late as usual, it's B.Bunny3, just back from Oxnard." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| B.Bunny3 - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 2:19 PM: madchandler jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" madchandler: so this is how you get here... had to find the magick portal ||||||||| It's 2:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| madchandler - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 3:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| Porgy Tirebiter tiptoes in around 3:22 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 3:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 3:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Porgy Tirebiter - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Monsieur Pathos close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 6:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. Monsieur Pathos: Get down, Catherwood. That's not even your branch. ||||||||| Catherwood gets down that's not even his branch. ||||||||| turkey sneaks in around 6:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." turkey: you saw that??? turkey: it started out as fun turkey: A M F ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| "7:01 PM? 7:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTween enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a special Halloween 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)' ||||||||| It's 7:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| turkey - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "7:25 PM? 7:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "john geoffrey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as john geoffrey enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:09 PM, dragging Woodrow Stool by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ||||||||| 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 carlbeatyes plummets into the garden at 8:24 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:39 PM, dragging blurtcaster by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| john geoffrey - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| Catherwood leads Frankengribble into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:42 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts biuvoi in through the front door at 8:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Evenin', folks ||||||||| Outside, the 8:42 PM downtown bus from Chicago pulls away, leaving paisley horsey coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:42 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Funfun Town." Nabby: Greets DJTween: Hi Paisley, Nabby paisley horsey: hola ||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM uptown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi late late: howdy - hope you didn't get flooded DJTween: I didn't, but lots of places around town did. DJTween: They closed down the passenger rail from Leander due to flooding late: good to hear, y, pretty bad - hopefully drought is ending ||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Ralph Spoilsport coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: It'll take a while to do that, but this are looking really green for a change, which hasn't happened in a _very_ long time DJTween: Hey Dexter DJTween: Hi Ralph ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'stebkat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Nabby: late, Dexter, paisley, Ralph DJTween: Hi kat Ralph Spoilsport: ;-) DJTween: *things are looking stebkat: hey DJT Dexter Fong: Hi Tween: Saw about that flooding in Austin...hope you weren't affected stebkat: Hey DJT ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'pharmer', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Ralph Spoilsport: Hiya Friends ||||||||| 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 Hideo Fallganger plummets into the garden at 8:49 PM. DJTween: Not personally, but lots of others were DJTween: Hi pharmer Dexter Fong: Indeed Tween pharmer: Hi All. Happy Halloween Hideo Fallganger: Just in a Nick of time! Nabby: Hey there's more ||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston 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. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet in through the front door at 8:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. pharmer: Hi DJ Beet: Howdy all. Happy Hallowed Fire-Awareness or something like that. Dexter Fong: Hi EW Dexter Fong: Hey Beet ||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 PM downtown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving matilda coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi EW, Beet DJTween: Hi matilda Nabby: Hollow weenie Dexter Fong: Hi matilda, still waltzing I hope EWeston: Evening all, jazzed to be here Beet: Hi Dex Hi Tween matilda: Happy Halloween everyone! Beet: Howdy EW stebkat: gaze into my crystal balls Nabby: Back atcha pharmer: Right back atcha Beet: Nice to see you back Nabby pharmer: Did anybody see J Men Forever ? EWeston: Beeter an Tweeny yow Dexter Fong: I've seen it pharmer: i saw it a long time ago at a SF convention here in Philly Nabby: Hey Beet EWeston: I've got a CD of J men somewhere Beet: Is it noteworthy? pharmer: very DJTween: I have the DVD, EW Dexter Fong: It's quite amusing ||||||||| Merlyn steals in around 8:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." pharmer: it's a hodge podge of serial movie footage with FT overdubs EWeston: Good fun, some amazing serial clipping done to make it Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn Merlyn: "Yank Smellfinger" DJTween: Hey Merlyn. Thanks for the email matilda: LOL Beet: Hey Merl Merlyn: sure thing pharmer: Are their videos available online? DJTween: Yeah EW, must have been a gas to make it pharmer: or you tube? ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| biuvoi - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Frankengribble - dead from The Plague ||||||||| blurtcaster - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Just a sec, pharmer Merlyn: laugh.com has J-Men on DVD: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithpebeandp.html ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Beet: cool Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie EWeston: It's good when your work is fun Beet: Hi Mud Rufus_T_Firetween: @pharmer - J-Men Forever - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=jmen-ln Nabby: Hi Mud EWeston: Mudster ahoy Rufus_T_Firetween: and yes, their videos are available at their site, including the PBS Weirdly Cool appearance Mudhead: Happy Halloween all Beet: Werewolf! ||||||||| ahclem enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits at the bar. pharmer: thanx EWeston: Was wolf, he run off squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya gang Nabby: Holly Happoween! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's men&womenInYourArea, just back from Middletown." Nabby: squeeze_the squeeze_the_wheeze: new material for me this week, i am excited EWeston: BOO!! DJTween: kewl, squeeze Nabby: Yikes! men&womenInYourArea: in various poses ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'chatname', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Dexter Fong: Pppptttthhhhhhhttt!! DJTween: Hi chatname ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mugwumps', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Beet: Screeeeeeeech! Mudhead: Catherwood get candy corn for all ||||||||| Catherwood gets candy corn for all. ||||||||| CS bounds in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: Hi Cat Beet: Howdy CS EWeston: Throw that screech a line! CS: Hi All DJTween: Hey CS mugwumps: hiya friends matilda: I prefer groat clusters over candy corn Nabby: Hi CS mugwumps: ......hot buttered! Dexter Fong: I saw Dick Chaney...he was the werewolf EWeston: CS a Count Floyd, Good evening.... ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Beet: Are those groat clusters sugarless? DJTween: Hi shoes CS: good warm up music, tween ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 31, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" matilda: hot buttered is right ||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM crosstown bus from Virginia pulls away, leaving sinapps coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: howdy all squeeze_the_wheeze: don't forget your entrenching tool EWeston: Label says energized Flavin. DJTween: merci CS Beet: Hi Shoes squeeze_the_wheeze: hi shoes matilda: hey there Dexter Fong: Hi shoes DJTween: Hi sinapps shoes for the dead: remember tomorrow is All Soles Day matilda: argh CS: i'll be sure and take off my shoes Beet: no shoes DJTween: when we remember our shoes? EWeston: Take all your soles out for a walk ||||||||| Around 9:01 PM, ahclem walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ahclem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ahclem enters and sits at the bar. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Lt. Bradshaw inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. shoes for the dead: air out your sole Beet: What is this, Tween? EWeston: Uhclem is moving backwards in time? sinapps: This is awesome. Somehow, I never even heard of Bride of Firesign. DJTween: a bit from Boom Dot Bust ||||||||| 9:02 PM: General Defective jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ahclem: more sugar!!! Nabby: We're doomed. shoes for the dead: devilmaster! Nabby: Hi Tween!! ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'AhhhClem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts AntelopeFreeway into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:03 PM, then departs. pharmer: Greetings from Philadelphia Pa EWeston: Should be able to do that, baring random acts of weirdness ||||||||| 9:03 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hamby inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - VARIOUS FST HALLOWEEN BITS - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign Albums, Books and other Cool Goodies at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php' shoes for the dead: a pa rom Philly? Dexter Fong: Brother Tweeny is getting quite creative with the mixes pharmer: yep ||||||||| 9:05 PM -- AhhhClem left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ahclem: we're absolutely no fun, we fell right over. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:05 PM, dragging AhhhClem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" pharmer: Been listening to FT since 1969 AhhhClem: ! EWeston: I that that was the horizon moving up Nabby: ! Captain Equinox: Hiya Kiddos! mugwumps: that's a stab from the past. Dexter Fong: or mayber we were all just getting down shoes for the dead: hi CE CS: almost as long as they've existed Merlyn: your ears must get tired Nabby: with our bad selves? Captain Equinox: Exorcism in your daily life? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'humble king', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. mugwumps: that's before the beginning AhhhClem: pi = 3.14159 men&womenInYourArea: Rear Rev. Sport Trindleberg gives up this day... Captain Equinox: Howdy sftd ||||||||| ahclem is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:07 PM. EWeston: I'm gettin down with the flying Spagetti Monster ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:07 PM and Yilap waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. late: mmm corn smut men&womenInYourArea: I, Prince Acturas commands it AhhhClem: the working model has gas EWeston: Some new names tonight, Velcum! EWeston: The Beaners supplyed the fewel pharmer: I've never been here at the chat, my loss mugwumps: been meaning to come on... AhhhClem: Smut! Give me smut and nothing but! DJTween: Welcome one and all... sinapps: All oil refineries need to be exorcized. AhhhClem: didn't Frank Zappa sing about Bob(by) Brfown? men&womenInYourArea: Mucus Bruto... Up with the cock I see. CS: welcome pharmer. i was here at the beginning in 95 shoes for the dead: soak it 12 times a day EWeston: Chrew on this rhy smutt, expands minds 12 differant ways ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from the yaws ||||||||| paisley horsey - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bugnuts', just granted probation at 9:10 PM", then leaves hurriedly. pharmer: hi cs men&womenInYourArea: Bend boys bend...at least me feet on dry land mugwumps: give me them......or I'm goi g over there Bugnuts: Hail, humans! ;) late: ringball! Beet: I am curious about the Fade In and Outers EWeston: You've just set me pants afloat! sinapps: Impressionist cathedrals look different at different times of the day. stebkat: hola shoes for the dead: what's that got to do with exorcism? Bugnuts: They say you are what you eat...but I don't remember eating a Sexy Beast. ;) Beet: Just like anything I guess men&womenInYourArea: maybe a doll will drop on her late: more than you can ever imagine EWeston: But will they follow around the room? sinapps: Who's Bruce? CS: monet invested a lot of paint proving it. Hideo Fallganger: If you're looking for the captain of the ringball team you can bet....he won't....be there. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM bus from California pulls away, leaving wunderpants coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Bugnuts: Smarter than the average chair! Captain Equinox: Hi Kurt! ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bambi', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Bambi: howdy folks! :-) ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Wagstaff in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hi Bambi! Bambi: Hey Kurt
Bambi :-) EWeston: Someone's mean to Bambi CS: Hi Bambi General Defective: Fire on NPR! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi: What you doing in Wash, DC? Nabby: Great shows Captain Equinox: Robert Siegel always sounded like Stan Freberg to me Elayne: Evenin' all, and happy Hallowe'en! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:12 PM crosstown bus from Seattle pulls away, leaving janet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Wagstaff: Hello roomies....where is the audio? Am I too early or too late or too shoes? Bambi: hi Elayne! Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne EWeston: Strike their flag! Bugnuts: Stop slapping me! ;) Beet: Hi Elayne wunderpants: Happy Halloween everybody! Merlyn: hi E CS: Hi El Bambi: hi CS ... is that you Cat? CS: yes bambi shoes for the dead: hi E EWeston: Should be an active link above Wagstaff Dexter Fong: Bug: If you don't wanna be slapped, don't spread you eagle like that Elayne: Bambi!! Wonderful to see you here again!@ men&womenInYourArea: her heavily rouge nipples CS: i change names a bit these days ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly. men&womenInYourArea: laced tight with string cheese Bambi: howdy :-) Principalpoop: boo! hahahaha Beet: Poop is here Nabby: during the months with oysters in em ||||||||| carlbeatyes rushes off, saying "9:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Bugnuts: Tanks, Dex. Will won't do! ;) Dexter Fong: Hi Poop Nabby: Mutt & Smutt! EWeston: Thinner than the stuff you carried in your wallet, like money? Bugnuts: Pull your mucklucks out of the cellophane, they should be done by now. shoes for the dead: hi PP men&womenInYourArea: I wrote it with the guy who had wrote it ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Liz in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hi Liz Principalpoop: satanic mass and potluck General Defective: a clueless cluck clanner EWeston: A zombie writer? Bugnuts: Vilmos! Velcomennnn! sinapps: All them Kluk Klanners are notably Klueless. Wagstaff: gory goodie bags for everyone EWeston: Enter of your own free will...sucker. DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone some gory goodie bags ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some gory goodie bags. CS: ktrue, ksinapps stebkat: LOl....serial killer trading cards General Defective: love!gory goodies! shoes for the dead: but this is a bag of shit!!!! Bugnuts: Only one trick or treater at my door thus far. The wolves must be working. Beet: really good shit Nabby: but it's really gory shit Wagstaff: No little pigs for me....I'm a mediaite Nabby: blech Captain Equinox: The sign that says NO CANDY - GO AWAY EWeston: To much meet in your diet? Captain Equinox: Works Bugnuts: SO sticky, I have isopropyl alcohol and a paper towel handy! Elayne: Nobody knows there are houses at the end of the U-shaped driveway where I live, so we never get trick or treaters. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** THE FIRESALE STORE - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio shoes for the dead: i bought candy, they won't come Dexter Fong: Good Job RUFUS CS: Icy complains. We keep lights off. Wagstaff: All our lights are off so I can sit here and listen to the fab four Bugnuts: I alzo live on a cul de suck sorta arrangement, Elayne. Nabby: Yes Rufus! EWeston: 200ft down an unlighted dirt road sees few tiney feet Nabby: turn up the volume CS: I used this on one of my shows. Nabby: (not really just being a parrot) sinapps: The merlot with the Almond Joys, the Budweiser with the Snickers. If you are weird enough to have leftover licorice, I recommend Canadian whiskey. EWeston: Did you ever sell that bar? Wagstaff: I've got my two tones to the floorboard now ||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM crosstown bus from Pennsylvania pulls away, leaving Woodrow Stool coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. pharmer: just downloaded some douglas adams excerpts Dexter Fong: Helooo Woodrow Nabby: Judy where are you when I need you ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Bosco Hearn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Mudhead: The licorice goes well with Absinthe Bugnuts: Jaundice it is!! Principalpoop: i forget the dance moves for the monsters mash EWeston: Just read a Docter Who Story started by Douglas A DJTween: Hey Muddy DJTween: Yo P ||||||||| Catherwood leads Frank Acme inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. sinapps: Beat the Reaper has been sponsored by the Republican Party. CS: Adams was a sort of one man Firesign. Sort of. Wagstaff: Bring that topless nurse over here! shoes for the dead: yuppers, CS sinapps: Why can't Douglas A finish his own stories. EWeston: Excellent story, never completed at the time Nabby: Aww he didn't beat the reaper Principalpoop: two cows lying in bed, one is saying, it was the same nightmare again, the golden arches Wagstaff: I'm terribly sorry....you didn't beaat the reaper --Ted Crruz Bugnuts: Loosna's Castor Oil Flakes! Nabby: Koff koff ||||||||| "Hey janet!" ... janet turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:23 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Beet: We can dream, Wag pharmer: he died in 2001 Bugnuts: Halloweenies in Howlywood! ||||||||| janet sneaks in around 9:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Ah, late 70's I guess CS: this is from 1990, the single year Heat was on the air. EWeston: He, up and died, unfortunately. If you ever saw the multiple Docter's story with one of them stuck on a canal. That was all that got made of it Elayne: Okay Cat, Tween's called you out, this bit was around the Power era... Elayne: I knew it Tween, I just knew Cat would get it! :) Elayne: "The corner of Faux and Naive..." I love it. CS: wow. really hissy. CS: yes Power was serialized on Heat. same show ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| matilda - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| late - dead from the yaws ||||||||| men&womenInYourArea - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Lt. Bradshaw - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| AntelopeFreeway - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| AhhhClem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Yilap - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: trigger treat Nabby: They're dropping like flies Elayne: They were talking about Hussein and chemical weapons back then? mugwumps: if a Firesign Theatre quotd falls on deaf ears does it make a noise? EWeston: Hand's up! Principalpoop: huh? 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 Elayne: Wow, that predates Bush the Younger Idiot by a decade, then. DJTween: Hey E General Defective: s & l ? ||||||||| 9:26 PM: jahgust jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Elayne: Evenin' Tween, nice work on tonight's compilation! Principalpoop: savings and loans, Wagstaff: Face of Communism.....it looks like Santa Claus! jahgust: Hey all! Current;y vibrating from too much candy! Principalpoop: one of the first bailouts of crooks Dexter Fong: Hi jah jahgust: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ CS: Hi Joe Nabby: haha Captain Equinox: This still sounds like Late 90s ||||||||| vartan steps in at 9:27 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: trick or jahgust? Elayne: Jahgust, try sugarless next year. :) EWeston: That's why god invented thorazin DJTween: Hi vartan ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Regnad Kcin into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:27 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hi Regnad ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:28 PM, dragging Merciful Lee Dickens by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** THE FIRESALE STORE - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio Principalpoop: vartan, sounds like the king of the mole people middle name CS: I remember recording this from distant Seattle npr station on halloween, 1990 jahgust: Sugarless is no fun it falls right under! Dexter Fong: Uh OH...prepare for reverse action CS: still sounds like its coming in from a distant time and space ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'soundslikedave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Principalpoop: no, they said oliver was an old costume Merciful Lee Dickens: Which way's Goshen? shoes for the dead: thru a mobius time earp Merlyn: It's at https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ shoes for the dead: warp Elayne: Thanks Merlyn! Dexter Fong: A different twist on Oliver EWeston: The otherway jahgust: I am currently finishing listening to the Fools In Space series! I hope we can get the video synched with the sound for some kind of release!! Elayne: Oh good,Phil P gets to use his Peter Lorre-ish voice. :) Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf sinapps: Why did the chicken cross the Mobius strip? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'uhclem', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks Merlyn :) Principalpoop: hahahaha Regnad Kcin: !em gnippals potS Merlyn: I love bergman's laughing here EWeston: Bwah hah hah janet: can't get there from here..... Merlyn: he was reading it cold Dexter Fong: sinapps: TO get to the other top? shoes for the dead: to get to the porraige bird's nest Bugnuts: Quantum magnetopiles! sinapps: To get to the same side. EWeston: Next to the poor rich bard ||||||||| 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 So Does Louise plummets into the garden at 9:31 PM. DJTween: Hi Louise CS: someone ames to please Bugnuts: Dungeons and drag queens!! Nabby: dungeons & drag queens Dexter Fong: Regnad: When you log in with that nick, everything you type comes out backwards Wagstaff: Puff the Magic Dragqueen sinapps: Ed Ames to emasculate. EWeston: Louise ducks jahgust: I love that the series was mostly cold readings! So Does Louise: Where am I? Principalpoop: you are here, maybe Nabby: Them ||||||||| 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 GabrielPetrie disembarks at 9:33 PM. sinapps: Les fourmis. Dexter Fong: Louise: Nino has you in Arkansas EWeston: Beside yourself Beet: This series is screaming for a DVD compilation. So Does Louise: Perhaps. Took a while getting here... Wagstaff: Them....it rhymes with "M" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ Principalpoop: the next state should be called Ariowa Dexter Fong: & M So Does Louise: Arkansas? Really? ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hal O'Dali close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:34 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. sinapps: She always was a queen. EWeston: Right next to N, and that stands for Noid! Bugnuts: Time hoonds all wheels. shoes for the dead: where's that ether? jahgust: No Buddhist writers! I like to whip that one out in conversations out of context just to see the looks on peoples faces! CS: hi hal Dexter Fong: Louise: ON the same line as the dialog box is NINO in blue, click on it Hal O'Dali: Hal-lo!!! Nabby: Thanks Rufus Nabby: Love Fuse of Doom DJTween: yw Nabby :) Merciful Lee Dickens: I'm here to pick up CHICKS! Which one of you geeks has seen one? Bugnuts: The Ether? It's next to the Or. EWeston: Allo Hal Principalpoop: peep peep sinapps: Was that acme or acne?
Nabby )
Nabby EWeston: All my chickens are into bondage So Does Louise: Why? What'll happen? shoes for the dead: pressed duck Hideo Fallganger: Ive been a fan since I was knee high to a married grasshopper (or 40 years, whichever came first) and there is still so much Firesign I have not heard before Dexter Fong: Louise: Nino located everybody's location...well most everybody EWeston: Their tricker treating as Zombie Chickens CS: there is an enormous amoung, hideo DJTween: Draw the curtains. I'm not much of an artist. lol So Does Louise: Ah hah. Is that like a peeping tom? jahgust: Packin meat! Principalpoop: nino is no peeper, he knows all Dexter Fong: Louise: No...it's a service So Does Louise: Dexter. ||||||||| uhClem sneaks in around 9:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: Someone's packing pecs Dexter Fong: Yes????? 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 shoes for the dead: epelin ube!! EWeston: Where do you want this gross, er pallet of packed pecs? Dexter Fong: ou bet hoes!! ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from measles ||||||||| vartan - dead from jaundice ||||||||| mugwumps - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| stebkat - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Bambi - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Liz - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: 2 yaws, 2 fiddlers and etc Elayne: Love the "drawing curtains" pun, Robin and I use that a lot. jahgust: It's a massacree I tells ya! So Does Louise: Dexter: Nino has the right state, but is slightly off on the city. Interesting. DJTween: my goodness, that's some serious reaping Principalpoop: same vein as I am not a piano but I play one on tv sinapps: That must be Dorothy Parker across the table. shoes for the dead: the lights went out in the bathroom and i missed everything Dexter Fong: Louise: Well, it's not an easy job, being locked inside a steel box, as Nino is Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ - I highly recommend visiting that section of the Firesign.com site. It's absolutely wonderful to watch them in action EWeston: I've got a dangerous brain, and I'm not sayin were I"m hiding it! Principalpoop: arkansas has more than one city? who knew? Bugnuts: At your cervix! ;) Nabby: Yay part 2 Bugnuts: I've lost my mind...watch where you step!
Dexter Fong slaps Bugnuts spread eagle Elayne: Yay indeed, Nabby! EWeston: Los of cheap homes in Mayflower Ark. CS: one of predecessors of giant rat jahgust: With the release of the Dukes DVD the Fools series needs a release to complete their ouvre! Adding the 4 final episodes that they were slowly doing through RFO "Talking Over Each Other"! EWeston: To late Buggy... Opps. DJTween: definitely, CS Bugnuts: Bugnuts slaps himself back at Dexter the slapper. Principalpoop: sireebral or sairebral So Does Louise: PrincipalPoop: I'm from L.A. (mainly the valley) and am desperate to get out.
Dexter Fong smirks because Bugnuts doesn't know the *action* action CS: where in the valley? EWeston: Reptoribrial Principalpoop: for sure ||||||||| Geregerbil enters at 9:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. CS: I was going to high school on Sepulveda when I first heard Radio Free Oz on KRLA So Does Louise: Went to Walter Reed. Later lived in Studio City, the Venice. Then Little Rock... EWeston: Whatever shoes for the dead: not with your mouth full EW Bugnuts: Fong the dong gets pleasure from others' inconvenience. Call de poleeeez. CS: I lived in Van Nuys, then Sherman Oaks, then Canada. So Does Louise: I left the n off of "then". I'm so ashamed. pharmer: thanx for the link to laugh.com EWeston: I'm not figgeting, it a yoga thing, tryst me. Geregerbil: I was on acid the first time I heard FST So Does Louise: VENTURA BLVD.! Principalpoop: what sort of acid, be specific DJTween: yikes Geregerbil Dexter Fong: In thepouring rain Nabby: hahaha CS: really took a hit in the earthquake Geregerbil: It was OK a bunch of freaks rented out some rooms in old hotel from hell. jahgust: From priest to mlen! Principalpoop: stormclouds Nabby: whisperin aspirin Principalpoop: i thought that was trieste Nabby: yum yum CS: this is from hour hour, if not earlier Dexter Fong: In God we Trieste Merlyn: I think stormclouds was from an hour hour show EWeston: It's a raining night in Urup Geregerbil: probably blotter or windowpane, it was a long time ago. lol Principalpoop: hehe oki ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” - 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 >> Amazon.com - http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00005NQK4' CS: yes meryl, i just wondered if it had a predecessor in some other austin radio piece : Never heard Bride Of Frankenstein - what a groove! THANKS ||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merciful Lee Dickens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: living like a swell, being a stiff to the rest of the world EWeston: It's swell EWeston: I'll swell up again Principalpoop: rosie wears my ring Beet: Let's erect a memorial. Geregerbil: Gotta listen to that! EWeston: Under a wet towel Principalpoop: wos real? Beet: Pitch your tent shoes for the dead: wassreel Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln Principalpoop: i am old, shoes is with it Nabby: wozreal? EWeston: Wozohowitz...zat U? DJTween: The liner notes for this album are pretty extensive ^^ ||||||||| "9:53 PM? 9:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "rexdark should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as rexdark enters and sits at the bar. Elayne: I didn't remember Pee-orgie... CS: they are talkative So Does Louise: Anybody know Bambi? Geregerbil: Iz reel DJTween: Hi rex Dexter Fong: Louise: Yeah a few of us know Bambi shoes for the dead: howdy rex EWeston: Bambiz reel ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| janet - dead from measles ||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Wagstaff - dead from measles ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold ||||||||| humble king - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| soundslikedave - dead from The Plague ||||||||| GabrielPetrie - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Bambi is a Firehead from way back Geregerbil: I didn't make it to graduation, Poop. So Does Louise: She may not know it, but she's a name thief. DJTween: Her husband ah, clem used to DJ this show :) Mudhead: What? Principalpoop: huh? CS: there has been a lot of that here Beet: Does Bambi not visit here often? So Does Louise: I know only of two others. Mudhead: What kinda trash you talkin? Dexter Fong: Yeah..I used to be Phil Austin...then Phil Proctor...I was Ossman for a few minutes...then I was One of the Jonas brothers Elayne: Dang, I didn't get a chance to say g'bye to her. 'Twas good seeing Bambi again. Nabby: Who am us anyway? Geregerbil: Mr. Natural blotter? Berkely Blood window? Orange Sunshine tabs? Elayne: Dex, I thought you were ALL of the Jonas Brothers. CS: there is a fluidity of names here So Does Louise: HA! Dexter Fong: E: Nope, just the one So Does Louise: There is a fluidity of insanity here. YAY. Geregerbil: I dropped cubes with the Osmond Bros. in '75. Principalpoop: the jonas brothers salk Elayne: Wow, that's me going, going, gone. Sorry fellas. See you next week! ||||||||| At 9:58 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Dexter Fong: Later E Mudhead: cya E CS: by el shoes for the dead: bye Elayne jahgust: Bye El Principalpoop: night E EWeston: We've lost our E.. sinapps: How much for just the legs? Beet: nite E jahgust: Amanda Reckonwith! EWeston: 25, 6 to 1, and never on Sumdays Nabby: a drunken french monkey? hmmm 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 Dexter Fong: any relation to Amanda Hugenkiss? So Does Louise: I'll go. New people always make the regulars leave. Later. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: or Amanda Holeflapper EWeston: Guumby Louise Principalpoop: huh louise? sinapps: Drunken french monkey = Proctor in Dr. Doolittle Mudhead: Stop callin people thiefs Dexter Fong: Schlong, Louise ||||||||| 10:00 PM: Rajah 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!" sinapps: Relent was a fire pug. DJTween: Hi Rajah EWeston: It's a peoples fief DJTween: ** The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre Geregerbil: spare weasils? Dexter Fong: Hey DJT, I thought that kinda stuff was Rufus's job shoes for the dead: feif and droms Principalpoop: extra ferrets? Dexter Fong: and we won't hold the stoats EWeston: Dromidary drones set upon my horizon, send water. DJTween: We both chip in, Dex ;) Dexter Fong: Hope you share the tips sinapps: There just aren't enough horas in a day. Nabby: But how can you be....? Dexter Fong: Precisely Nabby: Yepsk. 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 Geregerbil: next EWeston: Fuzzy math can be your friend Principalpoop: spelling does not count, counting does Bugnuts: Take THAT, Danger! Geregerbil: Ancient aliens are smoking up my stash of random statins. shoes for the dead: doe a deer...... Geregerbil: buck snort Rufus_T_Firetween: That's right folks, you can only buy the album in DC. Oooops Nabby: How many knees can a knee jerk....etc. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Proctor and Bergman’s new CD release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv EWeston: Why do they always have to carry the ten? Dexter Fong: Direct Current Firesign, flowing only one way....yours Bugnuts: Flaashback! ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 10:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Bugnuts: Spazooom! Bunnyboy: Boo! shoes for the dead: yuppers Dex Nabby: Zwonk! Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny sinapps: You mean we've got to plug in the DC? Bunnyboy: Oh, that was just for Texas. DJTween: Hi Bunny CS: hi bun EWeston: Poor Blutworst, left behind on the flashback Nabby: Bunny Principalpoop: hip hop bunny ||||||||| 10:08 PM: Hawkmoth jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Nabby: Awww EW DJTween: Hi Hawk Dexter Fong: Hi Laura jahgust: Bun! CS: hi hawk Bunnyboy: Hi, Laura Principalpoop: purloined Hawkmoth: Hiya :) Bugnuts: Lift the bride, kiss the veil. Hee heee! Nabby: Hawk Bunnyboy: Hi, Joe. The REAL Joe. sinapps: How much per loin? shoes for the dead: somebody loined her! Dexter Fong: Knit one, loin the other, too Bugnuts: That's a....brown paper bag! EWeston: Gird, or girdle yer lyons Nabby: drop two ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| General Defective - dead from the common cold ||||||||| pharmer - dead from the yaws ||||||||| wunderpants - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i will loin yah to fool with me DJTween: Thanks much to CS and Merlyn for helping out with the FSt Halloween bits :) jahgust: That'll loin ya! Nabby: *applause* CS: what's a job to a cat? Geregerbil: I was trick or treating and some old bag gave me a letter to give to my parents. EWeston: Loin today strained tomorrow Bugnuts: Stop tracking mud across my clean kitchen floor!! Beet: is nick selling out to the man? Geregerbil: that's not a kitchen floor shoes for the dead: were you 20, Gerb? Bugnuts: Senor Tire Biter. Nabby: Bebop Geregerbil: nah, she can't tell I'm retired, but she says I'm too fat and I only weigh 40 lbs. Principalpoop: lobo ||||||||| smaz steps in at 10:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Bugnuts: The aliens have landed. Nabby: Entirely human EWeston: The Loan wolf CS: are you an old tv, ger? Geregerbil: correction: the ancient aliens have landed! Nabby: oh oh Geregerbil: I have an old tv EWeston: In what geological strata? Nabby: Danny! Bugnuts: The zen room's irridescent wallpaper glows in special ways this evening. Principalpoop: things are happening in funfun town Dexter Fong: Catherwood, freon for everybody ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong Geregerbil: must be those papalusian fungae worts. Nabby: The happy button Dexter Fong: Catherwood, snub yourself ||||||||| Catherwood snubs himself . CS: on is free. off is expensive Dexter Fong: Sounds like DC to me cat Bunnyboy: Catherwood wood cather ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Bunnyboy Geregerbil: my dog is on Fox News talk group shoes for the dead: turn it on and break off the knob EWeston: Oh help, its the police Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln Captain Equinox: Sit! Nabby: the wind in my nose..... Geregerbil: I'm hooked on UHF, who needs digital? CS: how are things in seattle, bun? EWeston: Analog and brocollie shall lead them Geregerbil: the grease in my hair Bunnyboy: Jess fahn. And Vancouver? EWeston: Can be processed into biofuel Geregerbil: premium CS: Rainy today but it's been nice here of late. EWeston: 94 octane? Nabby: dogs can't lie sinapps: Sleeping dogs lie. EWeston: They can paw you Geregerbil: strictly renewable EWeston: Down at S&M fewel shoes for the dead: leaks a little.... CS: they'd pawn you for dogfood Geregerbil: I keep trying to order stuff off this web page Principalpoop: too many poor hungry people, cut the food stamp budget to make them go to work Bugnuts: Amazing, Grace! EWeston: I'm watching one that keeps trying to herd the cat Dexter Fong: Poop! Now cut that out!! Principalpoop: the kids of the unemployed are just out of luck shoes for the dead: give me your crad # and i'll help, Gerb shoes for the dead: card Dexter Fong: I like crad better Geregerbil: let them eat ho-ho's Nabby: Plus card Dexter Fong: crad backwards is darc EWeston: 24 billion for a shut down, no big deal. CS: sometimes a doc is better than a cod Geregerbil: as in darc stare? ||||||||| "10:23 PM? 10:23 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Oiloff should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Oiloff enters and sits in front of the fireplace. shoes for the dead: darc plus card sinapps: Doc Ness. Nabby: equals? Geregerbil: it got so cold, my pumpkin is very sleepy DJTween: Hi Captain Bugnuts: Plathizmograph that platypus! Bunnyboy: Any FST news? Any? DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST EWeston: Its run off! CS: first john carpenter flick. he used to have a radio show after bergman's in 67 Bugnuts: A ferocious fashion statement! Principalpoop: doc said last week the firesign radio station is coming soon CS: still awaiting radio news, bun DJTween: any news on the radio station, CS? DJTween: question answered Nabby: Cool warm up music tonight Tween. Geregerbil: doc at the radar station? CS: Dark Star. student flick with money Bugnuts: Firesign station...coming soon...get a mop uhclem: Time to work in Los Angeles. Worker passcode 31 12 ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Frank Acme - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| So Does Louise - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Bunnyboy: Coo. Any re-emerging video news? CS: no news from me. DJTween: Proc's in New Australia/New Zealand and has been putting up much photography on Facebook Principalpoop: memrun uhclem shoes for the dead: wow, a kid at the door 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 Bugnuts: A bipedal super computer in development. CS: yes, proc loves posting pix DJTween: There are actually 3 FST fan pages on FB I've discovered so far uhclem: Run destruct sequence 12 Geregerbil: what will super computer do when it runs out of data? Principalpoop: commie martyr high school Geregerbil: COMMUNIST MARTYRS HIGH SCHOOL! CS: there used to be quite a few websites, tween Principalpoop: nick danger becomes a musical Nabby: unctual : ) Principalpoop: bob fosse doing the dance steps? sinapps: And all that jazz. shoes for the dead: pull the switch Bugnuts: Cut him off at the past! Principalpoop: life is a cabaret my friend Nabby: it's electric EWeston: Switch into what? Geregerbil: but it's my life shoes for the dead: not what, when Principalpoop: mercedes new car is called a caberette EWeston: An you'll do what you want. Bunnyboy: I pulled a monstrous number of horror DVDs off the shelf...I'll be lucky to get to 1 or 2, this weekend. 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 Bunnyboy: Always behind, on my watchlists.... Principalpoop: 3 days of horror films? you will be twisted EWeston: Circus? Geregerbil: mmmm...pudding Bunnyboy: Dr. Firesign. Dr. Phibes. Bugnuts: Phibes lives!! CS: ive never seen the flick this is based on EWeston: David' pretty agressive in this ones Bunnyboy: "Vulnavia..." shoes for the dead: he's got my writers! CS: yes we can Bunnyboy: cat: FRANKENSTEIN? Geregerbil: Lovecraft he ain't Bugnuts: I've both the Phibes films. I recommend 'em. CS: canadians can really write Nabby: muahahahahaha CS: i have avoided horror flicks Geregerbil: they have 9 months to sit and write sinapps: Et tu, Pluto? EWeston: Watta wirled Bugnuts: "backflips" DJTween: I really like John Carpenter Dexter Fong: The Astronaaut? Bunnyboy: cat: Seen VAMPYR? Not so much a horror film as a dream film. DJTween: Starman and In The Mouth Of Madness are favorites CS: isnt this too close to the fishing show that ends doom? Principalpoop: his sister died of starvation right?
Bugnuts pirouettes CS: no, bun. as i said, i have avoided horror as a genre
Bugnuts double backflips ||||||||| 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' Bunnyboy: Ooh, I gotta find the newly released IN THE MOUTH OF MADNESS Blu. Geregerbil: somnabulist the firs the best Dexter Fong: Cat: I kinda sense that this was a sketch they had worked out and just decided to weave it into Bride EWeston: Glutimoto, zat U
Bugnuts halves a mountain with the edge of his hand Dexter Fong: Good job Bunuts, you found it =) DJTween: I'd say it weaved pretty well ;) DJTween: Do you also put lighter fluid on guitars, Bugnut? Dexter Fong: Tween: They *were* really good writers Bugnuts: The whole place was filling up with promotional items. Geregerbil: don we now our fun apparel Bugnuts: Freshman Pig Night! EWeston: Keerful with that whip. Principalpoop: wrong holiday gereger Geregerbil: mmmm pork butt Bugnuts: You mean Betty Jo CS: Canadian sunset shoes for the dead: wasn't Canadian Sunset good acid? Bunnyboy: The Gerbil refs a "cute" Hallmark practice...substituting the word "fun" for "gay". Geregerbil: Hacker Bilk? EWeston: You mean to Betty Joe? Bunnyboy: I'm not mean to... CS: great sunsets from my deck. Bunnyboy: She...she... Nabby: I'll bet Bunnyboy: ....likes it that way... Beet: Thanks for a fun evening. Thanks, 'Tween. Happy Halloween, all. Nite. Nabby: grrreat record Captain Equinox: Fun's fun, but I gotta go. Great night all! Dexter Fong: Night Beet CS: great show as usual, tween Nabby: Thanks Tween EWeston: Don't figget know, it don't impress da laydez Dexter Fong: Thanks so much Tweeny Geregerbil: who's not insane? DJTween: Thanks folks :) sinapps: TTFsN shoes for the dead: Thanks, Twen!!!! ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| smaz - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Bunnyboy: Thanks, Kurt! Nabby: Great to C every 1 EWeston: By BB Nabby: got a buzz Captain Equinox: Thanks Kurt ||||||||| At 10:40 PM, Nabby rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| sinapps runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's sinapps?! It's 10:40 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Dexter Fong: Thanks too to Merlyn our grcious host Principalpoop: is thank tween you
Bugnuts goes back to his cave of glowing colors. 80 oats. Captain Oiloff: I gotta fly. ||||||||| At 10:40 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bugnuts!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... CS: indeed, dex Geregerbil: thanx for invite Principalpoop: yes M the man Dexter Fong: Ah doo Bug Principalpoop: all be well, Boo! for halloween ||||||||| At 10:41 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: Thanks to Merlyn for providing the chat :) CS: they have had so much fun doing this Dexter Fong: Night Poop, and don't forget to pick me up some o' that gov'ming cheese DJTween: Until last time, again... EWeston: Eeek, Runawaybye! ||||||||| 10:42 PM -- Hal O'Dali left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Mudhead: nite all CS: off we flee ||||||||| "10:42 PM? I'm late!" exclaims CS, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes. jahgust: Indeed Good bless you and God night all! I'm so sleepy! I've been popping reds and yellows all day! Dexter Fong: Night EW ||||||||| At 10:42 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Around 10:42 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset... Dexter Fong: Night Poop, and don't forget to pick me up some o' that gov'ming cheese ||||||||| DJTween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTween exits at 10:43 PM. ||||||||| jahgust says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, jahgust exits at 10:43 PM. Dexter Fong: Jah EWeston: Ve floss und fletch Dexter Fong: Night Bunny Dexter Fong: and all ||||||||| EWeston departs at 10:43 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Bunnyboy: Oh! Nite, alle yez! ||||||||| Bunnyboy is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:46 PM. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Vato gets out at 10:48 PM. : Hey Mister! Wait for me! I've got a nickel! ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:50 PM and late as usual, it's Merciful Lee Dickens, just back from Hellmouth." Merciful Lee Dickens: Hey, where'd everybody go? Alright, Bottles - looks like we've got the place to ourselves.... ||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:52 PM. ||||||||| "10:54 PM? 10:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zen Cosmos should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zen Cosmos enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens leaves at 10:54 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..." ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| rexdark - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Hideo Fallganger - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Rajah - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Zen Cosmos: I'll reap the beaters... Zen Cosmos: too late to partay but at least I showed up... ||||||||| Hideo Matt tiptoes in around 10:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Zen Cosmos: News!...thre Giant rat ofSumatra has been re-genegineered into a Giant Nakked Mole Rat... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Zen Cosmos: *leaving* aw shucks and guvno suk em sim... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:01 PM, dragging Ah Clem by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Zen Cosmos: wait I still Haunt youse guyses... Zen Cosmos: is there a real officialese ending to this conclave? ||||||||| LawyersHospital sneaks in around 11:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Zen Cosmos: (has ASD iac attack and starts rythmically pounding his head against wall) oooooooohhhhhh ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Saxwoman close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. LawyersHospital: And a merry Halloween to all the little rolling punk ins still waiting for the rain on Hollywood and vine... ||||||||| At 11:09 PM, LawyersHospital rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hideo Matt - dead from The Plague ||||||||| uhclem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Vato - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Zen Cosmos: bwahahahahahahahaha Zen Cosmos: I'll git you my pretty...and your littel dog too er toto Zen Cosmos: bye and bye see ya next Thors' Day ||||||||| Around 11:22 PM, Zen Cosmos walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:24 PM and late as usual, it's mugwumps, just back from Funfun Town." ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Geregerbil - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Saxwoman - 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: ||||||||| mugwumps - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 11:44 PM: Elevator Doors Open jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Elevator Doors Open: Anyone left? Everyone left? Elevator Doors Open: Elevator Dooors Close ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Elevator Doors Open - dead from The Plague ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 12:06 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 12:26 AM bus from Boulder pulls away, leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood says "12:28 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "12:28 AM and late as usual, it's Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), just back from Elmertown." Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello, Dear Friends! Flotsam and I just returned to our flat only to find our good friend, Rocky Rococo sitting in the waiting room. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): On this cold Halloween night, it seemed so appropriate that our old friend has come to visit us. Now we are all enjoying the fire while our Muckluks are drying in our vat of melted dry ice. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I hear a knock at the door! Flotsam, you flathead, please answer the knocker. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Bozo 60 into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:38 AM, then departs. ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhClem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why, it's Nancy with our old friend Mr. Danger! It would appear that they have wounded their old heels. Well, then! There is more room for more Muckluks! Wish all of you Firesign Theatre Dear Friends would join us in our warm, cozy Marylebone flat! See you all next week, Dear Freuds! ||||||||| "12:54 AM? 12:54 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Equinox should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Equinox enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| 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 ||||||||| Bozo 60 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Captain Equinox: Howdy do Captain Equinox: Ah well, it was worth a shot. Happy Hallowe'en, you all. ||||||||| Captain Equinox leaves at 12:58 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:09 AM and Peter Protector bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Peter Protector: I am not carrying a grape, by the way. It's a little flat thing--with EYES. Peter Protector: Mother of Cod! It's an anchovy! ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Peter Protector - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| chatname - dead from jaundice ||||||||| 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. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:16 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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. ||||||||| mugwumps enters at 3:54 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 4:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mugwumps - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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:
Bambi
Beet
Bugnuts
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Captain Oiloff
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
Elevator Doors Open
EWeston
General Defective
Geregerbil
Hal O'Dali
Hawkmoth
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Hideo Fallganger
jahgust
janet
late
LawyersHospital
madchandler
matilda
men&womenInYourArea
Merciful Lee Dickens
Merlyn
Monsieur Pathos
Mudhead
mugwumps
Nabby
paisley horsey
Peter Protector
pharmer
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport
Regnad Kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
sinapps
So Does Louise
squeeze_the_wheeze
stebkat ahclem AhhhClem uhclem
turkey
Wagstaff
wunderpants
Zen Cosmos
