Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
01/23/2014

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||||||||| 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 January 23, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **'
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - rebroadcast of the special “4TH OF JULIE/BOOM DOT BUST” show (Tweeny has The Plague) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://www.amazon.com/Boom-Dot-Bust-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00001WRKQ'
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:49 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Pico
Pico & Alvarado: hey Tween! sorry you feel bad.
Pico & Alvarado: your loss is our gain
DJTween: Thanks. Getting better, but not up to doing the Proctor interview tonight
Pico & Alvarado: got to be tip-top shape for that one!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:53 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Pico & Alvarado: how do you vouch for him?
DJTween: Unless you want what he has to say punctuated by my sneezes and coughs ;)
DJTween: Hi EW
EWeston: Greetings humanlings earthoids, and a still under the weather Tweeney
DJTween: Catherwood, vouch for EW
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside DJTween and inquires "Someone mention my name?"
DJTween: Catherwood give everyone a voucher
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a voucher.
EWeston: Just roll a couple bombers catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear EWeston
Pico & Alvarado: and put them on the side table
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 8:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Pico & Alvarado: how do you do?
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:56 PM, dragging Cat by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits on the couch.
Pico & Alvarado: everyone gets a voucher
DJTween: Hey Cat
Merlyn: hey tween
DJTween: Hey Dex
EWeston: his check didn't bounch, he's good
Cat: Hi gang
Merlyn: no big crowd tonight?
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny, Cat, EW, Merlyn, P&A
Pico & Alvarado: always nice to see you Mr Fong
Cat: I thought you were sick in bed, Tween
EWeston: Da Dex, an Merl like many of us a lot shorter than we used to be
Dexter Fong: *They* call *me* Mr. Dexter
DJTween: I have been. This is a rebroadcast
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 23, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Cat: should be Mr. Fong
||||||||| "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!"
DJTween: from the movie, In The Heat Of The Fong
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and late sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Anybody calls me Mr. Ed gets the voice back at them
DJTween: Hi late
Pico & Alvarado: always nice to see you Mr Dexter, your Fongness
Merlyn: so you aren't here, you're sick in bed, tween?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ''Bob'' in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| DadSir2U sashays in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hey Bob
late: howdy - sorry for the sickness
DJTween: This a TweenBot
DJTween: Hi Dad
Cat: You must be 2 places at once, Tween
Dexter Fong: Pardon the lack of quotes
||||||||| "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!"
DJTween: Hi Bob
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Howell."
DadSir2U: Greetins
late: gdamn i'm confused
shoes for the dead: Hola compadres
Dexter Fong: Haole Bruddah
DJTween: Hola
Pico & Alvarado: hi shoes hi late
late: howdy - not responsible!
Dexter Fong: doody - not insane
DJTween: I've been sick for over a week. I mentioned it last Thursday. Hopefully, well do a new show with a Proctor interview next week :)
Cat: good news, tween
Pico & Alvarado: right on
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Park and steak it
late: y, lot of bad stuff going around - i'm being even more of a shut-in than normal trying to avoid it
shoes for the dead: right off
Pico & Alvarado: cure
Dexter Fong: remiss
EWeston: Farm out, far in
Pico & Alvarado: which way is Goshen
late: y, we need a cure
||||||||| Beet tiptoes in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Hey Beet
Pico & Alvarado: they're everywhere
EWeston: Hey beet
Beet: Hi, all.
shoes for the dead: in everyone's eggs
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
late: i don't want to advocate extremely hard drugs, but they may help in some way
EWeston: Goshen? P&A
shoes for the dead: hash is hard
Pico & Alvarado: see?
Beet: You guys around L,A. are lucky to miss this chill out here
Pico & Alvarado: Goshin?
Cat: i havent lived in LA since this album was new
Pico & Alvarado: yay, east coast mini ice age
Beet: Wgere are you now?
Cat: Vancouver, BC
EWeston: No, Stop shin, then heel
Beet: Probably a bit of a chill there too+
Pico & Alvarado: stop it
Cat: it's not summer, but for Canada, not too bad
EWeston: close to 50 near seattle
Pico & Alvarado: is it like Goshen?
Beet: Nice
shoes for the dead: nice out here too
EWeston: To many hills to be Goshen
Beet: Procter from Goshen, yes?
Cat: yes
Pico & Alvarado: maybe
EWeston: The procter uncertainy princeple in operation
Cat: he told a wonderful story about his childhood there on his last chat interview with tween
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:10 PM and late as usual, it's dude, just back from Billville."
Cat: making a rocket ship out of boxes
EWeston: ours usually became cat infested
Beet: One of the most revolutionary albums still.
shoes for the dead: cat infested rockets??
||||||||| 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: it certainly was at the time
EWeston: We tried to tell them, but would they listen?
Cat: when the rocket collapsed, he charged other kids money to view the crashed rocket
EWeston: Cool
late: y, can't keep cats out of boxes, damned shame
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: they have had a lot of fun with pretend food over the years
EWeston: They becom very posessive of their rocket boxes
shoes for the dead: moleskin coookies
EWeston: Aunt Granny has a lot to answer for
Cat: amazing how consistant there comedy has been for almost half a century
shoes for the dead: without being stale
Cat: its as if they can't not be funny
Beet: words fail adequate appreciation
EWeston: The need to make the other guy laugh
Cat: the 5th guy
Pico & Alvarado: clicka clicka
EWeston: Or one of themselves. Austin has spoken many times of having to stiffle his laughter
Cat: when you consider how political they are, particularly bergman, its amazing their stuff isnt more dated
shoes for the dead: the Dead called the 5th guy when the show took on it's own life
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Big part of the appeal is watching superior creative minds at work
Cat: hi capt.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:21 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: indeed, beet
shoes for the dead: wheeze!
squeeze_the_wheeze: late but still here
EWeston: But but but Benghazi!!!!
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: dude died
EWeston: Dudes are like that
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
shoes for the dead: camptown races 5 miles long
EWeston: Na Nu Na NU
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:28 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
EWeston: Evenin Elayne
Beet: Hi, E!
shoes for the dead: Hi Elaine
Elayne: For once I'm not tired, but sheesh it's cold!
Cat: HI El
Elayne: Hey Cat!
EWeston: Nuther vortex heading your way?
Elayne: I don't know if it's a vortex, it's just Friggin' COLD and will be so until at least the Stuporbowl.
shoes for the dead: salted earth?
Beet: What are your temperatures there, E?
Cat: the only thing that interests me about the superbowl is that both teams come from legal pot states
Cat: should be a good bowl
EWeston: the naughty jet stream is tugging cold air south
Cat: the olympics is soon to descend upon us. at least it isnt in my city this year so i can escape coverage
Elayne: Beet, right now it's a relatively balmy 18 degrees Fahrenheit.
Cat: 18 degrees would be shirt sleeve weather here
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: we're not on Farenheit
Elayne: Landlord decided to screw with the heating just before this latest cold wave hit.
||||||||| "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!"
Beet: 'Bout the same here (in West Virginia)
Elayne: Fortunately my downstairs neighbor had words with him so at least we have a modicum of heat now.
Cat: i have to buy that book, and exorcism too
shoes for the dead: Farenheit is a nasty drug
EWeston: Gateway drug to heavy kelvin use
shoes for the dead: absolutely!
EWeston: Its a bump with a name. In this case precancerous
Cat: when i flew to vegas last month, the captain announced it was 32 there when we were landing. i was expecting very hot weather. then i realized they meant 32F
EWeston: Think they're having a drought too
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Yeah, it's always jarring to my Mom when it's that cold, then I remind her she lives in a friggin' DESERT and it's GOING to be cold certain times of the day.
Elayne: I know Calif is having a drought, not sure about Vegas. I'll have to ask.
EWeston: It extends into Nevada last info I had
Cat: a lot of canadians head south for the winter.
Cat: those that can afford it
EWeston: I looked through a guide to the inner waterway of Vancuver Is. Pretty scary waters
Cat: la is the desert too. there's a firesign riff about that on one of their hour hour shows
Cat: "we're in the middle of a desert. what are 15 million people doing here?"
EWeston: Making U tubes
||||||||| "9:45 PM? 9:45 PM!!" says Catherwood, "RockyRoccoco should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RockyRoccoco enters and sits on the couch.
shoes for the dead: drinking water from Nevada
Cat: hi rocky
DJTween: Hi Rocky
RockyRoccoco: good evening
EWeston: And the Colorado Slew, formerly River
RockyRoccoco: so...what is the dang deal here?
Beet: Church of Science . . . Fiction
shoes for the dead: 5 card Tarot
EWeston: U dealum we kibitz
RockyRoccoco: i'll take two please
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: only one tub per famly
EWeston: We have a fine pair high Preisteses
RockyRoccoco: i didn't know the moonies were back in the game
Beet: Pentacles wild
EWeston: They still own a fine fishwrap in DC
Dexter Fong: Full house: Hanging Men over Grim reapers
EWeston: Go fish
Cat: are they still hanging those Athenians?
Dexter Fong: Only in the Garden
EWeston: Biggst job market in Geek Grease
Cat: great music on this disc
Elayne: Okay, Robin just found tonight's Silly Site. Seems Isaiah Mustafa is back doing Old Spice viral ads: http://www.glitzelectronics.com/
shoes for the dead: royality free
Cat: good work, robin
EWeston: The Heart Basin?
Elayne: And also, http://zaneckworkouts.com/
Cat: my favourite old spice is hashish
EWeston: That'll shift your organs
shoes for the dead: my dad used to say hashish when he sneezed
Elayne: There's a whole series of brilliant virals. http://smellpulse.com/?view=preview
Elayne: I'll be on this all night.
EWeston: A friend got a can of canned hash from Canada. Extremely potent
Beet: Can you smoke it?
EWeston: Yup for 5 seconds
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
EWeston: After that you forget what you were doing
Elayne: Okay, I'm going to get more some more Isaiah. Bye all!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: a friend got a "pollen extracter"
Beet: The Prophet? Nite.
Cat: someone told me a story about bergman in turkey. his brother was working on a farm there canning peas and adding hash to the cans. bergman smuggled some out. funny things happened at the border which became the opening of electrician
Beet: BTW I'm still here.
Cat: by el
EWeston: What kind of pollen was he looking to extract?
shoes for the dead: Kif
EWeston: Sounds dreamy
DJTween: may I see your passport, please...
Beet: Anybody know 6 words in Turkish?
EWeston: Sure gov'nor
EWeston: Taffy, towel, bath, farfignugin
Cat: "there was no Armenian genocide," what Turkey wants everyone to believe
shoes for the dead: prison
Beet: amazing bilingualism
RockyRoccoco: hey Cat, did they really indict "The Haircut" McDonnell for fraud?
EWeston: Not pierced niether
shoes for the dead: careful Beet, kids might be watching
Beet: oops, sorry
||||||||| Catherwood escorts General Dysfunction in through the front door at 10:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cat: as i dont know who haircut or they is, i'm the wrong person to ask
EWeston: Heneral velcum
Beet: Haven't said hello to the NSA guy yet. Hello NSA guy
General Dysfunction: aye vey
shoes for the dead: who is the Brit voice?
EWeston: He's got some of that canned Hash. He's busy listenning inside
Beet: We're all doomed
EWeston: I can never understand what that tornado is saying
Cat: i used to have the script. something about winnebagos
EWeston: One phrase maybe, I'm not interested
DJTween: sorry if there was some stuttering just then
General Dysfunction: sinkholes and marmosets
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: maxing out the processor on this old laptop
EWeston: Sell tha marmosets some sugar cubes
Cat: oo, nice paisely marmoset
EWeston: Its from Mr. Mort of Hollywood
Beet: Mr Dead they used to call him
EWeston: Then he passed one
Cat: in russia they called him Mr. Dead Souls
EWeston: Formerely Mr. Sauce of East Bamboo
||||||||| RockyRoccoco rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Beet: no prace rike home
Cat: yeah, winnebago is in there somewhere
EWeston: Your rainbow is waiting Dorthy
General Dysfunction: big hairpiece
EWeston: Sounds like David's voice
shoes for the dead: real it up
EWeston: Quantums don't allow thet
Beet: factory produced shnook
General Dysfunction: i'ma growin schnook
EWeston: inna toilet?
General Dysfunction: inna toilet at home inna toilet at work!
EWeston: Really livin that life then, sign here
DJTween: This song is from a really good Joe Vitale album called Plantation Harbor
General Dysfunction: dancin feets don't faile me now
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: Joe's call sign is WB6ACU
EWeston: You don't want this dead ant farm?
DJTween: www.dishnuts.net if you want to meet some hams in chat
shoes for the dead: neat, Tween
Cat: tastes like pork
DJTween: That's where I do my Sunday show. Many hams
DJTween: and they're hosting these streams for free :)
Cat: that's generous of them
EWeston: Curious the frogs said they tast like chicken
DJTween: lol
EWeston: More poison arrow frogs agree
shoes for the dead: tech talk
EWeston: Oops my mistake that was the termites
shoes for the dead: pigs r us?
DJTween: Peter was pretty serious politically
General Dysfunction: yar
EWeston: No their just holding mirrors up in front of themselves
Cat: he certainly was, tween. worked in the kennedy administration
DJTween: Will try to find some newer OZ episodes with FST together
DJTween: I did not know that, Cat
DJTween: in what capacity?
Cat: he talked about it on his podcast.
DJTween: which one?
Cat: i dont know his actual title. something in the senate, as i recall. tells a story about playing folk songs for RFK
EWeston: Encourage everybody to vote this year. The rightwing base will be at full blatt
Cat: more than one, but which i know not
DJTween: That'd be a great story to hear
DJTween: Maybe will put that on the list to ask Proc :)
Cat: maybe because he knew he was dieing, he was very autobiographical on the podcast
EWeston: Yow Tweeny
Cat: he was the very first person to address JFK as Mr. President, seconds after the election was called
DJTween: yipes
DJTween: need to know more about that
shoes for the dead: yuppers
Cat: thankfullly proctor is recording his stories in a book.
DJTween: If you have questions you'd like me to ask Proc next week, email me at TXRoadkill@kurtericson.com
Beet: Gonna be a great book
DJTween: Proctors book should be awesome
Cat: indeed
Beet: Is Phil due next week?
Cat: austin's tales of the old detective is very autobiographical too
EWeston: Close support bombing worked, as long as you didn't bomb your own troops. Otherwise expensive and of little use
DJTween: Beet, he would have been interviewed this week if I hadn't been sick :)
DJTween: Had to call it off :/
Beet: Send him our wishes for swift and complete recovery
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Pico & Alvarado: hey Tween! sorry you feel bad. <> DJTween: Thanks. Getting better, but not up to doing the Proctor interview tonight <> DJTween: Unless you want what he has to say punctuated by my sneezes and coughs ;)
DJTween: damned flu or something
General Dysfunction: gezunheidt
Beet: Sorry I didn't read closely enough. Swift recovery to you, Dear Tween!
shoes for the dead: 72 Hr. E-Bola
EWeston: AKA the Galloping Crud
DJTween: The ship's present captain!
DJTween: Yeah, it's been hanging on for over a week
DJTween: Thanks, Beet
EWeston: Decrease Sails! No Starch Inna Sheets, and rollout the barrels
shoes for the dead: save a barrel for me!
General Dysfunction: fewer snails!
||||||||| 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."
Beet: Amazing statistics
EWeston: More slugs
Cat: my servants are in those barrels!
EWeston: Snots! What's happenned to our righterous speed
||||||||| "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!"
General Dysfunction: wh-wh-wh-what?
shoes for the dead: take a paws
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Waiting on the count of Monte Cristo, The first of the unatural acts
General Dysfunction: taking my paws and putting them down to sleep
Cat: dont get all wrapped up in yourself, Cristo
EWeston: Smelly Beasts
shoes for the dead: Oh yeah! howdy NSA guy!!
EWeston: Goon show joke. Put down that 18' self repeating double action mauitser! No it belonged to my mother!
Beet: I actually contributed back when.
DJTween: lol
DJTween: lol Peter
General Dysfunction: i bearly vote
DJTween: The Republicans want to cut welfare, unless it's corporate
Beet: lol Tween
EWeston: I'm hoping the rightwing media make enough noise to make people go WTF?
shoes for the dead: ya mean faux news?
EWeston: Oh they have more than FN. Joe S on MSNBC for three hours everyday.
Beet: this type of thing always astonishes me
Beet: illegible illiterates
EWeston: Visit media matters to see the FN, and others in the media yap the rightwing line.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: It is kind of strange with FN. One day their in charge, next day the GOP. Rinse and repeat.
shoes for the dead: wash that brain!!
EWeston: With a liberal application of brain bleach
Beet: Heartless corporations the bane of democracy
shoes for the dead: chewing gum is illegal there
EWeston: One last thing and its sign off for me. There is a brand new bio of the FN head Roger Alis out, and he hates it. Next week all.
shoes for the dead: By EW
Cat: just read review of it in the new yorker
General Dysfunction: i leave reluctantly, alarmingly, goodnight
||||||||| "Hey EWeston!" ... EWeston turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:06 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Cat: by ew
Beet: nye EW
DJTween: Would have liked to have some conversation with Peter about Ron Paul :)
||||||||| Around 11:06 PM, General Dysfunction walks off into the sunset...
DJTween: *conversations
Beet: I always hit "n" onstead of "b"
||||||||| Stlouielou waltzes in at 11:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Stlouielou: what did I miss?
Beet: and "o" instead of "i"
shoes for the dead: i'm out too, Park it and Lock it!!!!
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
Beet: 'Bye Shoes
DJTween: later gatorshoes
Cat: by shoes
DJTween: electricity getting glitchy here :(
DJTween: We're getting cold freezing rain and such :/
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: actually, since this is a laptop, the stream probably will stay up on battery
DJTween: about 5 minutes left
||||||||| "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!"
Beet: Thanks for a great Thursday, Tween. Take care of yourself. See everyone next week.
DJTween: Thanks for listening folks, see you next week...
DJTween: Thanks Beet
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 11:16 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Cat
DadSir2U
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
late
Merlyn
Pico & Alvarado
RockyRoccoco
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou

URL References:
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://smellpulse.com/?view=preview
http://www.amazon.com/Boom-Dot-Bust-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00001WRKQ
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.glitzelectronics.com/
http://zaneckworkouts.com/