||||||||| 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 December 19, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Mr and Mrs. John Smith sneaks in around 6:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Mr and Mrs. John Smith: Anyone? Mr and Mrs. John Smith: Anyone at'all? Mr and Mrs. John Smith: No... ||||||||| Mr and Mrs. John Smith rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Mr and Mrs. John Smith?! It's 6:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Outside, the 7:08 PM downtown bus from Brooklyn pulls away, leaving Mr. and Mrs. John Smith coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "7:49 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Texas." ||||||||| 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)' ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween plummets into the garden at 7:49 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mr. and Mrs. John Smith - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Mudhead Rufus_T_Firetween: Music in about 10 minutes ||||||||| Outside, the 8:39 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving atomicelroy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Roy DJTween: The music stream is up now ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:40 PM and late as usual, it's Captain Equinox, just back from Billville." Mudhead: gettin it now Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! DJTween: Hi Capt DJTween: Music stream is up Mudhead: howdy all ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" ||||||||| Outside, the 8:40 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving residualecho coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. atomicelroy: greetings DJTween: Hi echo DJTween: Music stream is up residualecho: Is this where the mind breaking recordings are shattered? atomicelroy: hi echo ||||||||| 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)' DJTween: Indeed it is, residualecho atomicelroy: adieu ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!" ||||||||| atomicelroy leaves to catch the 8:42 PM train to Benicia. ||||||||| "8:42 PM? 8:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "late should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as late enters and sits in front of the fireplace. DJTween: Hi late ||||||||| "8:42 PM? 8:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Mudhead: early late? residualecho: But my Shibboleth marches between hard covers already... DJTween: Hi Cat ||||||||| Outside, the 8:43 PM bus from Portland pulls away, leaving Adolf coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cat: I'm early. Better than late. DJTween: Hi Adolph late: howdy - y, have to be here early for this one, a favorite Mudhead: ha...hes late Cat: not you, late Captain Equinox: got my hard cover - paperback is on it's way now! residualecho: But if we were here already, we'd be home by now. Cat: i showed up here an hour or so late last week Mudhead: but i am home residualecho: If there were a way to avoid showing up late at my funeral, I'd like to hear about it. ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Adolf: Warming my mukluks by the cellophane Mudhead: if you can call it a living Adolf: Hi all Mudhead: vots up Adolf ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" Adolf: Don't eat with your hands, use your entrenching tool. Mudhead: always mit der barking of de orders Adolf late: anyone know of any good nudist trailer parks in the southwest? Adolf: Sorry... being Ruthless. ||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Joker should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Joker enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'revjim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Mudhead:http://grist.org/list/glenn-beck-will-fire-any-employee-caught-using-cfls/?utm_source=outbrain&utm_medium=web&utm_campaign=paid-distribution ||||||||| Catherwood enters with zero ohms close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room. Cat: newcomers? late: other world.... zero ohms: Coming, mother ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom. Joker: Long time listener, first time visitor DJTween: Hey Merlyn Cat: Hi merl late: some alien afternoon action? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'ztrs1230', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ztrs1230: mrahaha, I finally made it! I am a huge fan and will enjoy this chat to the utmost! Merlyn: hey DJTween: Hi 1230 Joker:
Hello? DJTween: kewl :) Cat: is that your nsa code? Merlyn: enjoin it to the most ut ||||||||| Catherwood leads Beet into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:53 PM, then departs. Merlyn:
Cat: what's happening with the type? Merlyn: Carriage Return Beet: Evenin' all Cat: aha DJTween: reload your screen Joker: Oh, I centered it. Merlyn: someone didn't finish off a center HTML directive zero ohms: When can't type in here/// Joker:
My bad.
DJTween: hehe ztrs1230: great to meet ye fellow firesign fanatics! *looks around worriedly* Hey, don't crush that dwarf! Merlyn: "Gentlemen, you can't type in here, this is the chat room!" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and Mista Bumpy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. zero ohms: You're right - we can't type in here Captain Equinox: Not much time to chat, but definitely listening! DJTween: Hi Bumpy Mista Bumpy: Howzit DJT! Beet: Hope everyone is comfy and warm ztrs1230: *laughs* I'm not sayin' we wouldn't get our fingers mussed, but I do say no more than ten, twenty million digits get carpal tunnel tops! Mista Bumpy: Everything you know is about my fav album.... residualecho: This afternoon I encountered a load of people with one of those negro radios in the parking lot, crushing dwarves. I asked them if it was medicinal, but they were confused. Apparently, their horizon was moving up. Merlyn: Mein Führer, I can TYPE! ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:57 PM, dragging dude by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" DJTween: Yo, dude... Mudhead: Yahvold! ||||||||| 8:57 PM: Hmmm jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" zero ohms: Ever seen a big plane like a 52? ||||||||| EWeston tiptoes in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Adolf: 2 minutes... I'm excited DJTween: Hi hmmm DJTween: Hi EW Mista Bumpy: OK............ ||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. dude: I don't know anything Beet: het EW EWeston: Hey Tweeny, um back DJTween: Hi shoes DJTween: yes you is shoes for the dead: howdy ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" zero ohms: It's still wrong EWeston: Yow Beet and der shoes late: will harry cox reveal everything... ? Adolf: All all yhe bozos ready for the show? Beet: that was supposed to be hey DJTween: All I know is, Everything You Know Is Wrong! ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Mista Bumpy: Happy Harry Cox might.............................. shoes for the dead: is umback good stuff, EW? Merlyn: Is Bebe Re-bozo ready? DJTween: Hi Dexter Cat: a lot more than vancouver is ready for snow zero ohms: I got my blue moss/// Cat: hi dex ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Beet: could be could be ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 19, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Adolf: Yeah! DJTween: Hey Dex, when are you going to get Skype set up so we can talk live? EWeston: Much more cultured than urback Cat: i remember going to visit Elayne in 05 and noticing her ralph spoilsport license plate frame late: seekers! Dexter Fong: Tween: Soon as you read those books I sent you DJTween: lol, fair enough ;) Merlyn: shoes, what's the lowdown? Cat: this is from all things firesign, right? Mudhead: Im just a short drive away from Elayne, come visit anytime DJTween: yes Merlyn: Pretty sure cat, it's not the live XM version shoes for the dead: talked to Hideo on the Ham radio last wek Dexter Fong: Hey Cat, Beet, Tween,EW, late, Merlyn, Muddie, shoes Capt Eq and all ||||||||| Nabby sashays in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mudhead: Howdy Fong Beet: Hi Dex Nabby: Greets zero ohms: greets, Dex Merlyn: hi nab E ztrs1230: haha a single shoe is a powerless shoe!! shoes for the dead: iNabby! EWeston: All I gots is a pork steam powered radio late: howdy seeker, hop on board the heavenly bus Nabby: Merl & shoes! Captain Equinox: honk honk EWeston: Works slightly better than the steam pork powered one shoes for the dead: nude age thinking Adolf: Reference levels shoes for the dead: mine works on pot smoke Dexter Fong: Tween: If you keep your thumb on the page your reading, you won't lose your place zero ohms: What's your pot smoke? Merlyn: is it a blue tongue? EWeston: The hamsters don't won't work well on smoke Nabby: Beet, Cappy, Mud, Cat, EW, Dexter, DJT jello! Cat: great disc DJTween: Yes, Dex I need to do that ;) Nabby: Here we go zero ohms: It's soft like a... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatseze.html' Beet: yo nabby Dexter Fong: like a...? Merlyn: This is the earliest album I remember listening to ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Cptbutton close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary. shoes for the dead: I'm glad this vid is on youtube Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln Adolf: darling nabby EWeston: Hey Nabby and the rest of you swabes, mops and personal grooming devices DJTween: Hi button Cat: yeah the flick is pretty good too Beet: he was right about the comet ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" late: hellmouth ca - buffy lived there? Nabby: Where am I? ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" zero ohms: Shoes - you're right re: the vid on youtube. Hilarious! Beet: i miss buffy ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Ralph in through the front door at 9:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. shoes for the dead: proof and everything DJTween: Hi Ralph Ralph: More SUGAR ztrs1230: haha dogs flew spaceships! *** haha well they were used to test the survivability of mammals in space, sure, ... late: sheriff luger axehandle, he's not a drinking man (on duty) DJTween: true EWeston: Beside yourself Nabby. Give your slf a quick frisk. Cat: depends on what you call duty Nabby: Hi Captb & Ralph ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rajah close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Joe Beat', just granted probation at 9:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Rajah DJTween: Hi Joe shoes for the dead: depends on what you call drinking Joe Beat: H, I'm Joe Beat ||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from Binghamton pulls away, leaving craiger coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Depends on what you call man, man. Cat: the next album features cops who are never sober shoes for the dead: but you're not Ed Cptbutton: Greetings seekers! DJTween: Hi craiger EWeston: Joe niether. I feel like photosynthising Cptbutton: Note that the 1897 story is based on reality, or at least a real hoax. Cat: yes i saw a show about that, button zero ohms: Yep! ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Nabby: craiger Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln Cat: Judge Proctor's Well ||||||||| Catherwood leads XTCvsAdamAnt into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs. Cptbutton:http://www.spaceshipsofezekiel.com/html/misc-aurora-texas-ufo-crash.html DJTween: Hi xtc Nabby: Rufus Nabby: Did someone say frisk? *frisks furiously* XTCvsAdamAnt: Hello zero ohms: Phudd's 1st Law isn't just a good idea - it's the law! Cptbutton:https://plus.google.com/+MarkoBosscher/posts/CKHAZHNQ9nc shoes for the dead: stretched on the hemp Rufus_T_Firetween: Nabby's now ready for a job with the TSA late: aurora -> next to proctor's well EWeston: Here have the Ole Docter frisk you Merlyn: Lucky that Bergman played Franklin since he looks like him Cptbutton: stopping before the bots decide I am a spammer. Nabby: did they do that with their fingers on their lips Cat: good point, merl Cat: probably had as much sex as franklin too DJTween: Our bots are friendly :) (although Catherwood can get into a snit on occasion) ||||||||| Catherwood gets into a snit on occasion). late: oh golly Merlyn: yes nabby Merlyn: they do it that way live too shoes for the dead: i bet if ya slowed the fast parts it's still real Nabby: neato Cptbutton: Well, a man a thousand years old is entitled to a snit now and again. Merlyn: I was just thinking about that shoes ||||||||| "9:14 PM? 9:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DrWho42 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DrWho42 enters and sits on the couch. DJTween: I haven't tried slowing it down, need to do that :) late: gosh DJTween: Hi DrWho Nabby: the tape thing cracks me up each time zero ohms: Hey Who! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!" shoes for the dead: i can do it on soundforge Nabby: Hi DrWho and XTC late: inca hell oil tonic? Nabby: haha ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" zero ohms: pyramid pushover paste EWeston: And the pyramid pushover paste ||||||||| 9:16 PM: Principalpoop 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!" Cptbutton: Can I get Duluth on it? late: someone write this down Dexter Fong: Hey Poop Ralph: i am not getting the audio Cat: a week ago, i was in the pyramid cafe. in a pyramid late: we've got to try this Nabby: TSA Tsar shoes for the dead: you can get Tierra Del Fuego on it Principalpoop: the sudden transformation DJTween: Hey P EWeston: Only terra del feugo today Beet: Don Bruhaha Principalpoop: caw caw Beet: Hi Poop Cptbutton: That's Steve Reeves! Nabby: Haha ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." shoes for the dead: was the bill dirty, Cat? Principalpoop: hey all even residualecho: The dream of flying like a crow with Don Brou Ha Ha didn't fit into the thin thin thin, 16 millimeter shell. EWeston: No Agnes Moorehead ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Dexter Fong: No...No...thats barry fitzgerald ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: follow the snake Nabby: Principal craiger: bear whiz beer late: damn phone Principalpoop: carlos castandagate EWeston: Francisco Franko? Nabby: Nino! Beet: If you're tripping you can see all of this of course Cptbutton: No Anchoives? You've got the wrong man! Nabby: Of course EWeston: We need the Wright man then. Cptbutton: Iwonder if the guys studying Nino went to Commie Martyr. late: nino - how does he do that? Nabby: How do you do that? Nabby: late lol Cat: they probably sang lots of Communist Love Songs EWeston: Osmosis and a sardine Cptbutton: No, no, No, NO! You don't understand how radio works! late: how? shoes for the dead: hold the flattery Principalpoop: hold the flattery and listen to the tape craiger: where can i listen late: oh oh ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'PissFest', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Beet: Funny name Principalpoop: click above Nabby: one brain briefly zero ohms: regnad kcin shoes for the dead: flat tape worms EWeston: Flattery makes a usable frisbie Cptbutton: What kind of a chump do you take me for? late: wholeflaffer... Principalpoop: first class DJTween: 1st Class EWeston: Furst class DJTween: "melt a watch for Dr. Dali" lol late: oh god, the news Principalpoop: melt a watch for doctor dali Beet: the psychics are always right Nabby: Yes haha I was typing that too PP Nabby: I'm slow tonight zero ohms: That's why it's yellow Principalpoop: the leap to the center of the Earth Nabby: Slowwwww Cat: i missed that ||||||||| surrealistlightpeoplesparty steps in at 9:22 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. residualecho: Hey, that's a beer drinker dressed in an Edgar suit. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's TheLateFudd, just back from Hellmouth." zero ohms: I smell breakfast! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=eykiw-ln Dexter Fong: Perhpas you live next door to a Denny's zero ohms: I see a golden light! EWeston: He was supposed to be in an Edgar snit shoes for the dead: Lemurian Mills Merlyn: I've said that! late: live or die... Principalpoop: This is no fake Pat. Nabby: Denny's http://www.digital-eel.com/Gallery/images/02eel.jpg ||||||||| 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 Seej plummets into the garden at 9:24 PM. ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Joe Beat - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Rajah - dead from measles ||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from The Plague ||||||||| ztrs1230 - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Joker - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Adolf - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: Here they come There they go Beet: Is that Sir Sidney Fudd? shoes for the dead: rubber determination Principalpoop: sanction stupidity as our national sport late: good training for the boys Cptbutton: I *DO* want to certify stupidity as our national sport. Seej: amen to that, lol TheLateFudd: No we are the Virginia Fudds PissFest: Bernard Flapdoodle DJTween: It would seem to be, Cptbutton late: love the happy news team Cat: if its happy, is it news? Nabby: Great gong DJTween: yeah, they're great Beet: Record? What's that? Merlyn:FOUND IT Cat: a firesign invasion? Seej: yea, try turning the mp3 stream over..... DJTween: Didn't know it was lost Merlyn: I finally found the print that the cover of Electrician is from ||||||||| "9:27 PM? 9:27 PM!!" says Catherwood, "toad should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as toad enters and sits in the comfy chair. Merlyn:http://www.encore-editions.com/john-eliot-preaching-to-the-indians zero ohms: I'm gonna have to learn the piano now EWeston: The computer pen markers? Cat: wow PissFest: Gas Music From Jupiter indeed! Nabby: Deception! DJTween: toad got toad _in_! shoes for the dead: I'll have to dig out my copy of Gasmuzik From Jupiter Nabby: Trickery! Principalpoop: and trickery Merlyn: I tried to find it back when I made the Billville part of the site but couldn't find it ||||||||| 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 creightonberyl plummets into the garden at 9:28 PM. Cat: good detective work, merl DJTween: I think I have the 45, shoes ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" EWeston: Its next to Surfin With the Alien Principalpoop: i'm not hotdogging ya ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Cptbutton: You see that dehydrated horse? DJTween: Hi creighton Beet: Seeing that print is very fulfilling ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Cat: there is enough to inspire you forever, merl DJTween: There's an echo in here, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to DJTween and queries "Someone mention my name?" Cat: yes, i must buy those books Nabby: Buzz and Bunny! Principalpoop: Crumbhunger Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books EWeston: My echo is broke. Everytime I shout out,"your an idiot", it replys,"You certainly are!" toad: Mui cgnt tlak mhere. Principalpoop: buttes Merlyn: Here's a better one: http://www.corbisimages.com/images/Corbis-BK006704.jpg?size=67&uid=724f03f4-5d3e-420e-903e-a4ab3f09d504 Ralph: i am not getting the audio residualecho: I get residuals from those echoes. late: damn moss Nabby: Yes PP Rufus_T_Firetween: The audio's woking fine, Ralph, what's the issue? EWeston: Not a mound then? Beet: Anyone remember who John Elliot was ? Seej: the link gets downloaded to your pc, you have to click it to open in wmp ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!" Principalpoop: playboy or newsweek? shoes for the dead: symbolicly beating me Cat: much better, merl Nabby: What is this frenzied dance? DJTween: Ralph, are you not able to connect? late: golly 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 PissFest: Is this clubbing & beating a part of the dance? ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Uhclem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room. Principalpoop: beating and clubbing DJTween: Hi clem late: alien resurrection? Nabby: and yet, so near Uhclem zero ohms: Da golden Jind PissFest: Y'ever been to the piss fest, Bob? late: mmmm piss fest Dexter Fong: There's more damn commercials here than on Fox TV EWeston: Like beeting in clubs? Principalpoop: notrump late: ten hut! shoes for the dead: night clubbing PissFest: Don't club the Lonesome Beet. Cptbutton: Sorry folks, I'm being alienated. See you down the bottom of the hole. zero ohms: If there are no eyes, avoid all contact Seej: i was listening to this while taking a friend shopping. he thought this part was hilarious EWeston: Time for a spad then. Uhclem: Whatsup? Will we be sitting in the waiting room or waiting in the sitting room? Cat: i had to watch fox news in vegas to find out if it was gonna snow or not, dex. Principalpoop: your brain may no longer be the boss late: omg Beet: The hole is bottoming out Cat: no comedy channel, but lots of fox. Nabby: Shh I'm taking notes shoes for the dead: fox is funny, Cat Cat: sit down and wait, uhclem Ralph: aaaaaand, we're back Seej: well the crowd gathered round and a scientist said it was marsh gas Mudhead: here...take a c-note Principalpoop: put those back nabby, DRM rules EWeston: Theif! Give those notes back! Nabby: B flat, F sharp, C sharp, D flat.... Beet: I think you have your phenomena scrambled Cat: watching the simpsons was the most enjoyable thing i did last sunday. late: syrup won't stop em? Hmmm: take no no tes EWeston: And C minus Principalpoop: the family across the alley? Nabby: Scramble my feedback Cat: no, the sunday before. vegas sunset from the stratosphere with minor league food is not in the same league Seej: damnit, my phenomenon's always scrambled Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf late: command! Nabby: Command! Principalpoop: his option, command late: what a film EWeston: Only if considered insane Hmmm: that;s no alley that:s a trailer park ||||||||| Clem enters at 9:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: i got the bug right here in my bonnet shoes for the dead: Clem! Uhclem: I'll be in the Travel Queen .... Nabby: I'll bet you do Nabby: Clem late: he's pregnant? PissFest: My landlord's wired & he's transmitting! shoes for the dead: my landlord's wired shoes for the dead: Damn echo EWeston: Mebby yes mebby no late: bunch of funny names here Uhclem: the gas connection's making funny music ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Principalpoop: mister straight from new york Seej: there's an echo in here.... echo in here.... echo in here.... Beet: One of my aliases is "Occupant" EWeston: yes we keep it on a leash Merlyn: Ralph has been pushing the license plates pretty hard tonight PissFest: He's been mossed! late: will he be alienated? Uhclem: hopefully there's a Whiz in the fridge late: need the lyrics to the hole song Nabby: Well poot Hmmm: you mean he saw the blue flash Principalpoop: a bunch of crows in here zero ohms: stone the crows ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| creightonberyl - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| craiger - dead from measles ||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| surrealistlightpeoplesparty - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Walk your crow shoes for the dead: all that chrome! Principalpoop: president farting of russia, oops, I mean puten PissFest: Why are yuh naked? Seej: damn kids.... EWeston: Crows can be hell on clothes Principalpoop: sending from his own mind to yours Uhclem: Even wholesome humans have holes ... Seej: wow, nino sounds horrible on this stream Nabby: I don't want to go inside shoes for the dead: they knew not their holes.......... late: what a nice warm fire EWeston: He may still be in that steel box DJTween: Don't blame you Uhclem: well, well, what the hell Seej: lol, maybe late: into the hole... Seej: so used to my LP copy EWeston: Uncertainty has a special case for Nino Rufus_T_Firetween: This is a 320k rip of the CD Rufus_T_Firetween: (MP3) Uhclem: Pusser Uhclem: Reebus Caneebus! late: he's in the hole! Principalpoop: pose that puss EWeston: Peeuser Seej: hmm, ill have to check my cd rip too Uhclem: it's only 60 feet deep! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign Uhclem: and bereakfast EWeston: Oversite fell down here apparrently Principalpoop: a golden light and a golden staircase and fresh air and breakfast late: that pat, so dedicated EWeston: And booze! ||||||||| 9:45 PM: uhClem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Uhclem: pretty magnetic, Ray Seej: he'd be perfect for fox news, lol shoes for the dead: boardfootman ||||||||| Outside, the 9:46 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving larsane coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: attention earthoids Seej: i didnt make that fried egg, always come out scrambled, lol DJTween: That's OK, don't need to turn on the video for the mic to work EWeston: Moonmen at ease! late: farewell cox... Uhclem: farewell, Cox, see you in another millenium Nabby: *applause* Seej: his cassette recorder mustve been rolling Beet: classic ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Uhclem: yay Principalpoop: the voix of tween Rufus_T_Firetween: Ossman’s FB photos - https://www.facebook.com/david.ossman.3?fref=ts Nabby: Phun Photos late: eat or be eaten, latest release at laugh.com - has nice bonus material Nabby: DOMM shoes for the dead: hmmmm i don't phazebuk Nabby: Neat sound there Principalpoop: one ringy dingy Seej: wow, that sounded like gas music from jupiter, lol Nabby: Hi Cat Principalpoop: hello? Beet: it's cat's voice! Principalpoop: hello? EWeston: Ureka! ||||||||| hamburger bounds in at 9:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. late: is there anybody out there? Nabby: FTR is great Principalpoop: new material? new radio station? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Nabby: You're doing great Cat Principalpoop: What do you think about American girls Cat? How cold was it in Vegas? ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cptbutton - dead from measles ||||||||| Hmmm - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| toad - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Clem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... late: new version of marching has eykiw in it, right? Nabby: Night Cat Beet: That was fun. Thanks Cat Principalpoop: thanks cat, tween EWeston: Great Cat! Seej: gtg, library's closing soon. night all, was fun! Nabby: Yepsk thanks Tween too XTCvsAdamAnt: Danger! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Beet: Does he ever walk by day? EWeston: bye Seej Nabby: BOD is another must've Nabby: I mean must have Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: Get a Segway ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Cooper in through the front door at 9:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: It's a cawadian nerd Beet: get a nuance Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php EWeston: Get a note shoes for the dead: anybodyelse read Ed Woodpecker, Private Eye? Nabby: CwalWhich order? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER “Shack Out On The Alien Highway”- 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 Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765' EWeston: I've read parts of it. Nabby: (oops) Beet: Weird sounding buddhists Cat: I understand the Canadian references is because there was a writers strike in the us but not canada. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Bunnyboy gets out at 9:59 PM. Nabby: Interesting ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Nabby: Bunny Cat: HI Bun EWeston: Ossman's folks were Canadian Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny Principalpoop: hip hop bunny DJTween: Hey Bunny Merlyn: hey bb Bunnyboy: lo dere! shoes for the dead: thematic line ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" Rufus_T_Firetween: Didn't know that, EW Cat: I met his mother. Didn't say she was from Canada, but mentioned visiting Victoria, as a tourist. EWeston: Hi der as well Beet: Very Mysterious mystery Bunnyboy: Muh new EOBE arrived today. I don't remember anyone mentioning the 13 bonus tracks. Neats! EWeston: His family came to LA for wor work Principalpoop: Pynchons V is Ossmans mother? EWeston: And war too Bunnyboy: AND a Quicktime movie of the original CD+G subcode graphics. Dexter Fong: war work, in Defense PLANT number 37 Rufus_T_Firetween: Ossman’s Early Firesign photos - https://www.facebook.com/david.ossman.3?fref=ts shoes for the dead: neato Bun Principalpoop: which war? and on which side? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah Bunny, very cool ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" EWeston: My number fav Dexter Fong: What side yah got? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** EAT OR BE EATEN (with bonus tracks) now available at Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Principalpoop: you name it Bunnyboy: AND Taylor Jessen's fabulous recounting of "what was then". In teeny weeny font type. EWeston: Wa Wa duce, working in a nearby interment camp Principalpoop: inside, outside, eastside, westside all along the park Cat: the alistair sims christmas carol just started on tcm Nabby: Best Scrooge movie Principalpoop: classic Bunnyboy: Tween: Oh, duh. I skipped the chat marketing. *headslap* ||||||||| Babyface steals in around 10:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." shoes for the dead: Alistair Crowley carols Rufus_T_Firetween: lol DJTween: Hi Baby ||||||||| residualecho says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, residualecho exits at 10:05 PM. Bunnyboy: Yeah, TCM is doing a night of CHRISTMAS CAROL versions, including the Rod Serling teleplay starring Sterling Hayden. Nabby: Neato
Mudhead -) Babyface: Our forefathers took drugs!!! Rufus_T_Firetween: Wow @ Serling Beet: The animation with Jim Carrey is really good Principalpoop: carole was great for caroling EWeston: They stole them from the Hessians Cat: i saw that last year, first time since original broadcast. liked it better 50 years ago Mudhead: Catherwood fix everyone a drink ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a drink. Beet: I'm slaked shoes for the dead: Hashians, EW? Principalpoop: thanks mud, hiccup Babyface: Where's Nino the Mind Boggler at? EWeston: There were hemp involved admittedly Bunnyboy: Anyone who's a TCM subscriber, and an iPhone owner (and a participating cable/dish provider) should avail themselves of TCM's new Watch TCM app. Beet: Just missed him Nabby: Richard Williams version http://youtu.be/_rbgQMtgxAU DJTween: Sorry Babyface, you just missed the album Babyface: All I know is... shoes for the dead: Wrong! Babyface: Everything! Principalpoop: All I need is a beer or two, all I need is brew EWeston: Been rewritten, blotted and is a fine mess all told Babyface: Hello Seekers! late: i'm not sure that i need a 40 year old vinyl disk to tell me this EWeston: Bye Seekrits ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uhclem - dead from the yaws ||||||||| zero ohms - dead from jaundice ||||||||| TheLateFudd - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Seej - dead from The Plague ||||||||| uhClem - dead from jaundice ||||||||| larsane - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| hamburger - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Babyface: What would you like a 40 year old vinyl disk to tell you then? ||||||||| Babyface scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Babyface?! It's 10:10 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" EWeston: How to boogie like my sister Kate late: i already knew everything i knew was wrong, don't rub it in Principalpoop: try putting your 45s in the cd drive shoes for the dead: it don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing, EWeston: Fiendish PP Cat: tiny tim in the toyshop window is one of the wonders of cinematography Merlyn: proctor was really reading a list of types of cheeses Dexter Fong: Cat: IS he singing tip-toe thru the toyshop? Nabby: I was thinking about that scene yesterday Cat Merlyn: some kind of ad DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Principalpoop: warning warning, too many syllables shoes for the dead: it was Shimmy, EW Dexter Fong: You are correct shoes Nabby: Towel EWeston: I may need a sex change for that shoes ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Merlyn: that was a reference to the start of Electrician being missing on the first pressing Nabby: Neat Principalpoop: what a scene Bunnyboy: {redacted}....border... Merlyn:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/html/wfte_bad.html Cat: i remember seeing marley's face on that doorknob when i first saw this flick and was freaked right out Principalpoop: can something be dacted before it is redacted? EWeston: ...taffy.. Nabby: Completely...and Marley is really scary shoes for the dead: degraded audio Merlyn: XM radio hated all the joke references to "degraded audio" EWeston: Its like gruntled, never without a dis Cat: i was 5 at the time late: degraded audio! Merlyn: Austin couldn't make it in to the studio and was on the phone Principalpoop: same with criminate Cat: merl, understanably. EWeston: How we torutre our words late: should we feel dirty listening to degraded audio? Nabby: Wow 5..... Principalpoop: shure shoes for the dead: service ranch Nabby: shure 57 Merlyn: degraded audio just has the top layer of asphalt removed Principalpoop: daddys little num num Nabby: not to be confused with Nancy I mean Bob Hind's 57 late: i listen to the 16K feed for that nostalgia feel, it's not degraded Principalpoop: baud boy Nabby: A1 sound kwality EWeston: Ear biting audio shoes for the dead: try ham radio Principalpoop: tastes like pork EWeston: Bone in, or out? DJTween: OK, so which of you folks wants to call in and Skype with us next week? shoes for the dead: sounds like pork Nabby: ham and.....eggs DJTween: Come on, you know you want to... Beet: Ah Shaddup Principalpoop: oink oink as they say EWeston: He agreed Principalpoop: blootwurst is dead? Nabby: It's in gyros DJTween: Beet, Nabby? Come on, don't you want to be a radio star? shoes for the dead: degraded script ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Nabby: Well yes and no Principalpoop: yeehaw Beet: I have terrible stage fright EWeston: Overwrought scriptwriters Cat: all the impotent ghosts surrounding the freezing mother and child is also particularly disturbing DJTween: btw - next week will be In The Next World, You're On Your Own Nabby: Thanks tho Tween - will think about it Principalpoop: tween will be in the next world? we will be on our own? DJTween: How about you, Princ P? You must have some FST tales to tell DJTween: OK Nabby :) EWeston: Getcher deadcat soap out Nabby: In the Next World Everything You Know is..... Cat: the whites of scrooges eyes and the white pillow really work Beet: Wasn't the present world the next world at one point? Nabby: Gotta watch it now Cat, you rascal DJTween: How metaphysical of you, Beet Principalpoop: my stage fright would make beet seem like ethel merman ||||||||| Not Ed sneaks in around 10:24 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Beet: Thank you EWeston: Till it went back it time and killed its grandmother ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| PissFest - dead from measles ||||||||| Cooper - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: Indeed Beet I'm impwessed ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Denys into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:25 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: don't get us start talking about the now, not now anyway, maybe later DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Nabby: I preferred regular merman EWeston: Now is so 1950's Beet: high test merman Principalpoop: as shy as robin williams? Nabby: Agreed it's weird shoes for the dead: like a manatee, Nab? Cat: this is the best lit show i've ever watched Principalpoop: paul is the walrus Nabby: the chat is well lit EWeston: Ringo was a seal Bunnyboy: Who's the oyster? Where's Pearl? Mudhead: near the harbor Principalpoop: the one with the tag on her hat? EWeston: It was crossed with a shetland pony and emigrated to Paraguay Nabby: a manatee Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/ Nabby: I don't have the foggiest but I know someone who might Principalpoop: uragray or uradarkblue EWeston: I think I'm Taupe today DJTween: mine's foggier than yours Beet: Ah Shaddup Principalpoop: Got henna? sure henna color you want Cat: there is a lot of firesign out there DJTween: lol ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" shoes for the dead: ludefisk!! EWeston: Can I get a tatto with it? Nabby: It's pretty foggy in here I mean over here Beet: Bradshaw hasn't said Shaddup for awhile Nabby: ludefisk! EWeston: Vaporiser back flushing? Principalpoop: ludefisk! shoes for the dead: Shaddup!! EWeston: Walnut Beet: Thanks shoes Principalpoop: overactive bong syndrome Dexter Fong: lewdfish Nabby: And that white...sauce EWeston: Call for Evil Knutson! late: you guys like degraded fish too? far out Principalpoop: knotts berry farm EWeston: Fishporn. A kink to far? Nabby: ludeporn EWeston: Luudesporn shoes for the dead: erect eels Principalpoop: the smell of tuna fish in the morning ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" Nabby: erect eel disfunction? Bunnyboy: Oh, it's farglin' freezin', in muh studio. Snow's on the way (*grrrrumble*). I'm going downstairs, where it's warm. Stay safe, and Merry Christmas, gang! EWeston: If your swim in the sea, and an eel bites your knee, that's a moray Beet: EED Cat: by bun Principalpoop: same to you bunny, hip hop Nabby: that's a moray.....hahaha EWeston: Bya bunner Beet: C Ya Bun Principalpoop: the mother elephant told her kids on the beach, keep your trunks up Nabby: Merry krimble Bunny ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Governor Slugwell', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:34 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... DJTween: Merry Merry Bunny ||||||||| Around 10:34 PM, Bunnyboy walks off into the sunset... DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Dexter Fong: Same back to you Bunny shoes for the dead: waywayway Principalpoop: ahhh, the sax EWeston: What's that telepathic note? Dexter Fong: can't wait for the violence Governor Slugwell: you can wait here in the sitting room or sit here in he waiting room. shoes for the dead: the joy of sax Dexter Fong: the thrill of anticipation late: wow, that's hot Principalpoop: bone a phone, sax a phone, tell a phone Dexter Fong: fer sure EWeston: The cigarette after Nabby: Was it good for you EWeston: Quattro nome Principalpoop: kathy? EWeston: It was tramatic for the cig shoes for the dead: sneezenik Nabby: Sex is a lot like sneezing Principalpoop: nome nome on the strange Beet: No it's snot EWeston: Refusneeznic Principalpoop: take pepper for it EWeston: One of these orange ones? Mudhead: im fadin, goin to crash, Merry Christmas all DJTween: If you think of baseball stats, can you hold off a sneeze? Beet: C Ya Mud Principalpoop: i hope santa does you good mud Dexter Fong: Night muddie EWeston: Happy X season Mudhead shoes for the dead: bye, Mud ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:40 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Mudhead by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door DJTween: Bye Muddy Nabby: A peck of peppers to ya Merl Nabby: Cleans glasses Principalpoop: that peter piper been around here again? Dexter Fong: washes ashtrays shoes for the dead: pack of peckers EWeston: Not if it counters with ruggby stats DJTween: for Catherwood's bar? ||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTween Beet: picked a peck lately Principalpoop: plucky fellow EWeston: Not since the woodchucks went on strike shoes for the dead: what? Nabby: Hey let's all say hi to the NSA ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Beet: Ah Shaddup Nabby: Cough EWeston: Yes I am a scab woodshucker. It pays well DJTween: HI NSA Principalpoop: half of us are in the NSA Beet: Whazzup NSA? ||||||||| 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: they pay you for this nsa? Principalpoop: yes they do EWeston: They have the best gay sex porn Principalpoop: or so i hear shoes for the dead: sign me up DJTween: lol EW Beet: The only participants in this chat who have no sense of humor Principalpoop: not so easy after snowden, they used to hire anybody EWeston: Bend over and sign with your toes Nabby: I keep hearing gongs Beet: Real gong Nabby: NSA we love you Principalpoop: going going gong EWeston: Not ghongs then, whew! shoes for the dead: bhudist writers Nabby: boing boing bong Nabby: Cough. EWeston: Gerald zat U? Principalpoop: terrorists might pretend to play wow or be firesign fans, to communicate online, LOOOL Principalpoop: anybody want to help me build a bomb? Nabby: they say I was a holy terror at 3 Beet: Uh Oh late: can't really post what i really want to say about em, but i'm thinking it really hard right now, really, really hard DJTween: Not much for the movies, P EWeston: As a writer or stage hand? Dexter Fong: I'll help Mr. Poop...by the way, where do you live? Cat: they were #1 on j edgar hoover's list. Beet: They're listening late Nabby: A Love Bomb? Principalpoop: anybody remember their biology class anything about anthrax? Cat: see the duke of madness motors book ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'not insane', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Nabby: Thanks Tween and Merlin Beet: Very enjoyable night. Thanks all. Thanks again Tween. See you next Tuesday. EWeston: Cousin of Anne Bolin? Merlyn: well, I was able to improve the Billville town seal with that real artwork: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/bvhtml/history/history.html Ralph: Thanks Curt shoes for the dead: Thanks Marl and Tween!!!!!!! Principalpoop: thank you tween, M all Ralph: Kurt Nabby: Thanks Cat Cat: have a scrooge proof christmas, everyone. Dexter Fong: Good night and thnks Tweeny....Rufus, back off a little on the commercials Merlyn: yw Principalpoop: wow M late: i've got some blue moss left over, night cap! thanks all, have a good one Principalpoop: yes merry christmas all Nabby: Later firefolk! Happy merry crispus! shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it, Bye EWeston: Yow good night tonight happy flying spagette monster day all Nabby: Beam me up, Santa! Principalpoop: i love the croutons Dexter Fong: The cretins are pretty good too ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:50 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Cat: bye DJTween: Until last time, again... Principalpoop: num num ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:50 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| "Hey DJTween!" ... DJTween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:50 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Principalpoop: that is the bus, ciaoo ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:50 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Principalpoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Merlyn: g'nite all ||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 10:51 PM train to Minnesota. Dexter Fong: Night to all and seasonal greetings to anyone Cat: off we flit Dexter Fong: Thanks for the hosting merlyn ||||||||| At 10:51 PM, Cat vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Ralph: See ya on the funway ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| XTCvsAdamAnt says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, XTCvsAdamAnt exits at 11:04 PM. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| late - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Denys - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| not insane - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 11:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Even as I speak, I am full of Good Will toward Men. Why, it's Christmas. Flotsam and I are looking forward to hosting Firesign Theatre fans at our comfy London flat. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Recently, we hosted our good friend, Mr. Rococo and his good friend, Nancy. ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Clinton', just granted probation at 11:39 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Now, today Mr. Danger is here with us in London with his good friend, Betty Jo. Strange.... haven't we seen her before? : whoops - left it logged on Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Please Dear Freuds, forgive me. I put the Pythagorean comma in the wrong place above. To wit, "Now, today" should read "Now today," and not the reverse -- unless we're going backward in retrograde which is a redundant redundancy which must NOT be repeated again and again. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I must prefer Pythagorean commas over Platonic commas as my good Freud, Violet might tell you! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah! I forget another comma! It must be Uncle Sigmund's powdered sugar again! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Freds, I must leave you Dear Americans at this late hour. I wish you all the happiest of holidays regardless of your theosophical beverages! ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Clinton - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Don in through the front door at 12:23 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Don: Wow, first time here.... is anyone else still around?! ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| revjim - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Don: (You know what my drink needs... MORE Sugar!!!!) ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Don - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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:
Adolf
atomicelroy
Babyface
Beet
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
Cptbutton
craiger
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Don
dude
EWeston
Governor Slugwell
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Hmmm
Joe Beat
Joker
late
Merlyn
Mista Bumpy
Mr and Mrs. John Smith
Mudhead
Nabby
PissFest
Principalpoop
Ralph
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
Seej
shoes for the dead
TheLateFudd
toad Uhclem
XTCvsAdamAnt
zero ohms
ztrs1230
