||||||||| 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 30, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| katmandowop enters at 6:29 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| Around 6:30 AM, katmandowop walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Outside, the 7:45 PM uptown bus from New York pulls away, leaving George Stevens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. George Stevens: Well, looks like I am early. Not sure if this is already been mentioned, but you can listen to "Attention Convention" by the Four Candidates on YouTube. Here is a link:: George Stevens:http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=heQQZpGjdIg&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DheQQZpGjdIg George Stevens: Also, there is a copy of Phil Austin's "Duckman" 45 on eBay for a cheap price. George Stevens: Hope you are feeling better, Tween! ||||||||| 7:49 PM -- George Stevens left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 7:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos! ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 8:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos! ||||||||| dude sashays in at 8:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies aanelli inside, makes a note of the time (8:34 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: Hey folks DJTween: music in a couple of minutes ||||||||| Catherwood leads Lil inside, makes a note of the time (8:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| 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: Hi Lil Lil: Hiya Tweeny how b you DJTween: much better, thanks :) DJTween: Damned flu had me down for 2 weeks Lil: Were you unwell? DJTween: better now DJTween: How is you? Lil: Ah so, glad you're recovering ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: MUSIC IS PLAYING ||||||||| 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." Lil: Not bad, not bad atoll DJTween: Tonight's fare - Fighting Clowns Lil: Cool Lil: Always knew Pnisnose was a bush worshipper Captain Equinox: I think there's a problem with the music feed...I hear a lot of typing. Captain Equinox: BTW, is Davi Captain Equinox: BTW, is David joining us tonight? Captain Equinox: Typing and sniffling. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mr Underwear Factory Toy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:43 PM, then departs. DJTween: PhilP's pissed at me because I posted a joke Al Gore photo on Facebook - "Al Gore Just Posted A New Selfie" - 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: No, sorry about the Ossman link, that's something FB did automatically DJTween: will get rid of it next time DJTween: Phil still wants to get on sometime in tghe next few weeks, and I'll keep making the offer to the others Captain Equinox: I saw Phil P's anger on that post. DJTween: oops wrong link for Al lol ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:45 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hey PrincP Principalpoop: what is the rod? Captain Equinox: Still hearing your typing and sniffling and the music only in the background' Man. ||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Lil: Catherwood would you mind eating your shorts please ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Lil and asks "Did you want me?" Principalpoop: who me? Lil: I always want yoh Catherwood ♥ ||||||||| Catherwood gets yoh ♥. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Rufus_T_Firetween: Al Gore Just Posted A New Selfie - https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/t1/p480x480/1560400_10153774252515019_874509617_n.jpg Lil: that was you ♥ lol Principalpoop: rufus types fast Principalpoop: i recall that black heart from the old ibm pc games, wow Rufus_T_Firetween: Lil knows her HTML :) Lil: OMG that is too funny bahahaha ||||||||| 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." Principalpoop: she is part ascii? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:50 PM, then departs. Lil: Nah I just fake it hehehe late: you've got your mic on, dj Principalpoop: hey cat DJTween: Hi Cat Principalpoop: blow your nose tween, please Cat: awaiting volume DJTween: lol DJTween: sniff sniff ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" late: come on, blow it Principalpoop: ahh, that is the last of the cocoa Principalpoop: here come the clowns, as cat arrives hehe DJTween: /me writes a penny-dreadful DJTween: lol Cat: i am about to be immersed in soup Lil: here's a tishoo Principalpoop: minestroni, don't sit on the noodles ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| Beet enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| 8:52 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Beet: Hello all. DJTween: Hi Beet, EW Principalpoop: ciao beet Principalpoop: und ew Lil: I am about to immerse myself in Cherry Garcia EWeston: Who was that mashed man? yow everbodie Beet: Hey, Tween, Your mike is on and the music is barely audible. DJTween: my mic is not on Lil: hi beet Principalpoop: isn't it queer? losing my timing this way, huh? Beet: I am hearing someone typing. Lil: then whose mike is on? Principalpoop: i will never tell, lol Lil: in yiur career Poop? DJTween: give me a moment to check the connections Lil: oh drat did it again ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| aanelli - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i counting on this chat to cure a broken funny bone, come on now ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'philber', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Beet: Now no music Lil: thanks for preserving me Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood preservings Lil. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bosworth in through the front door at 8:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. late: no no please squeeze the wheeze before you turn your mic off EWeston: Beat the Clever ist early todahk Yah? Principalpoop: one and one and one is three Principalpoop: got to be good looking cause she's so hard to see late: give us a honk! honk! Principalpoop: that fixed tween, silence, and we are lambs EWeston: In base two its ten ||||||||| 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 aanelli gets out at 8:56 PM. Principalpoop: i have gone deef, or check my headphone batteries Principalpoop: no, red light is steady Beet: Hi EW, Poop, Late at al dude: Hey where'd the sound go Tweeny..? DJTween: I'll bet that's somewhat better lol EWeston: Wobbly red thing alert! Captain Equinox: That's more better! DJTween: try connecting again Principalpoop: it was fun, you type fast, wow Beet: Now clear as a bell ||||||||| Outside, the 8:58 PM bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: You were right, I had the laptop's mic selected as the input to the streamer! DJTween: yipes Beet: Hey, Dex DJTween: Hi Dex late: damn. i thought i turned that thing off. Dexter Fong: Hey Kidstes Principalpoop: music, some fast country girl singer ||||||||| 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!" Beet: lol late Principalpoop: and the fong, with a song EWeston: Ever been Dexidecimal? Cat: that was an exquisite soup Principalpoop: binary and bi-polar Beet: This is nice Principalpoop: yum cat ||||||||| Catherwood enters with bolorkay close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 30, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Beet: Hi Cat Principalpoop: I ain't gonna be your dosey-doe late: the fantastic world of dolby c shoes for the dead: hiya keedos! Beet: yo shoes DJTween: OK, everybody get into the Tardis and lets start over... Dexter Fong: EW: NO, but I was nearly deximated once Cat: my wife can cook better than most people can do anything ||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Pico & Alvarado should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Pico & Alvarado enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. EWeston: No cherry on top for youm oh its shoes. Hide the body! Principalpoop: 10 am Nabby: Hi Tweeny Nabby: Hi every-1 EWeston: Some where past cremation street? ||||||||| 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." Principalpoop: ahhh, the mike was the source of the ahh, source shoes for the dead: hi Nabby Beet: For some reason I am feeling really wired tonight no substance required. Cat: a contact high? Beet: Probably shoes for the dead: who's your connection? Beet: I am not brand loyal with such things EWeston: I had a probability high but the quantum complained late: the plague? Dexter Fong: ATTN FIREPEOPLE: Proctor showed up in a crossword puzzle; 67 Down; "Proctor of Firesign Theatre (sic) - Merle Reagle's Sunday Washington Post Cat: we appreciate your efforts, tween Principalpoop: 2014 fever, watch for discoleration of your toes DJTween: It felt like the plague, I assure you EWeston: No I had to send back the plaque though ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. late: jaundice? DJTween: Hi Merlyn Nabby: Glad you're back Tween Cat: weston, did you see hawking last night? late: far out Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “FIGHTING CLOWNS” - 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.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#FICLOWPFTFTJ' Cat: bergman would have enjoyed it. Merlyn: hey hoo EWeston: Merl the pearl Principalpoop: the M Cat: i wonder if hawking ever heard, interacted with firesigns Beet: Has anybody seen the Cumberbatch Hawking movie? ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| uhClem sneaks in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln Nabby: Yes Beet I liked it EWeston: Cat no I've heard he's denighing the existence of black holes though Beet: Can't wait to see it Beet: Who Cumberbatch? Cat: hawking radiation means they are not infinite. nor is our universe, as we know such things Principalpoop: is cumberbatch the plural of cumberbun? Pico & Alvarado: trumpet mute shoes for the dead: "get yer radiation here!!!" Dexter Fong: Poop: CUmbersome Cat: our ideas of universes may be as trapped in perception as our ideas of particles EWeston: Yes the evaporation of mini holes by that process has been in the literature for a while Beet: No, that's Buns Principalpoop: hehe he said buns hehe Pico & Alvarado: cherubum late: ruski-pow? Beet: cherebums Principalpoop: what is the large champagne bott, jerrobom EWeston: The was some recent stuff out on the we are really holograms meme Cat: with the encouragement of phil proctor, i wrote a radio play about that. http://seemreal.com/inftril/index.html Principalpoop: i saw that, went back and edited the past so I didn't ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| bolorkay - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| philber - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Mr Underwear Factory Toy - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: actually it was phil's wife melinda who told me to write radio plays. EWeston: You could say wave phemomina is just another particle thing. Pico & Alvarado: bum bum bum bum ||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ferretjoe should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ferretjoe enters and sits on the divan. Cat: who is you? Pico & Alvarado: bum bum bum dee bumm gal EWeston: Some of the twin slot theories are getting very complex and time travely DJTween: Hi ferrit Principalpoop: modes of existence and modes of behavior ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." ||||||||| PaisleyHorsey steals in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ferretjoe: hi all DJTween: Hi Horsey EWeston: You MIllions my hat presser Principalpoop: neigh baby Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l Beet: Haven't heard the twin slot stuff. PaisleyHorsey: Hi DJTween...anybody seen Tiny Doctor Tim? Pico & Alvarado: scuttlebut gal ||||||||| 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!" Dexter Fong: Twin slots available in the High Rollers Room ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:13 PM, dragging Mr. and Mrs. John Smith by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Principalpoop: like putting an oyster in a parking meter slot Beet: Do you have to get six of evrything? Pico & Alvarado: spoilsport gal EWeston: That's the classic radiation, particle connundrum. One slot returns particle results. Two slots show wave results. ||||||||| 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 notinsane gets out at 9:14 PM. Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Nuclear War! Beet: OK got it late: really touching song PaisleyHorsey: No strings attached? Must not be my yoyo. Principalpoop: i want 50 megatons for each of us americans EWeston: Some how the emitted energy knows if its going to hit one slot, or two ||||||||| 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!" Pico & Alvarado: won't be gals... ||||||||| 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 escorts Doctor Dog in through the front door at 9:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: Punkin gourd head! EWeston: Will you take this babies arm holding an apple? Cat: lol Pico & Alvarado: its just this little chromium switch here shoes for the dead: far out EWeston: But its turtles all the way down ||||||||| Nabby says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Nabby exits at 9:16 PM. shoes for the dead: fer shure ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Nabby sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Pico & Alvarado: thump dee thump late: meanwhile, somewhere in the hollywood hills... EWeston: Totally shoes for the dead: whatever Nabby: Hit the wrong button : ) notinsane: They never come up into the hills anymore... Beet: welcome back, Nabby EWeston: That is their function ||||||||| 9:17 PM: squeeze_the_wheeze jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Principalpoop: whatever ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l Beet: Hey, squeeze Nabby: Thanks Beet Pico & Alvarado: darling nabby EWeston: I'd fight apathy, but who cares. Cat: a bald man talks hair shoes for the dead: go for it baldy squeeze_the_wheeze: hey hey all..sorry for being so late..... Principalpoop: dyslexics untie Beet: I like that one, EW Cat: i'm looking more and more like ben franklin Pico & Alvarado: oh wow notinsane: Well, you've got people falling out of them, and water falling out of them, and you're really not managing your Heli- Cat: maybe i can discover a new form of electricity squeeze_the_wheeze: found a doobie by the side tale EWeston: Grab him by the short hairs and hear him sing. squeeze_the_wheeze: table Nabby: Ray Gun ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bosco Hearn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Principalpoop: raygun, hey raygun Cat: a doobie, brother? late: beautiful chorus Pico & Alvarado: stars man ||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says notinsane, and leaves. Beet: Procter said Reagan was German for "it rains" Nabby: do be a do bee, don't be a don't bee Pico & Alvarado: coughing Nabby: kaff koff Cat: this is before reagan became us president. Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Sounds like Zappa's circa 78 band backing them up... Cat: very surreal squeeze_the_wheeze: just firing up for the game Beet: Someone give him something for that cough EWeston: Here I thought it was, what would scooby do Nabby: ref: Ford squeeze_the_wheeze: here's a nickle Bosco Hearn: God almighty I'm hungry. Safe and sound and Hungry. Nabby: It does, Mr. & Mrs. Beet: That;s not very much shoes for the dead: never too late to lose again EWeston: I bid 6 cents for that cough Principalpoop: I can't see, watch out for me Pico & Alvarado: we're all hungry late: they should have done more singing like this Nabby: Dweezil's here in Seattle tonite Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: And Marching! ||||||||| Catherwood leads HappyHarry in through the front door at 9:22 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Cat: he should be good Bosco Hearn: Let's eat. Beet: The only thing we have to fear is ME squeeze_the_wheeze: That's not much shoes for the dead: not much of a bid, EW Nabby: Always a good show ya Pico & Alvarado: and we ate it Cat: he brought his billy the mt. tour to van. wished i'd seen it. i saw the original at ucla EWeston: I'm bankrolled for up to a quarter ||||||||| 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: They killed my goat Nabby: Neat Cat me too EWeston: Shouldnta eet the groats Cat: you were at pauly pavillion show? Cat: with aubvin mehta and the gang? ||||||||| notinsane walks in and says "It's 9:24 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?" Pico & Alvarado: the little dead man beneath the tank Cat: zubin mehta notinsane: Or Audrey Farber? Nabby: uh uh no Principalpoop: she was over there, earlier ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Doctor Dog - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| aanelli - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... late: oh EWeston: Sure you say your notinsane. Any support for that call notinsane: Betty Joe Biolotsky? Cat: this is some of austin's best guitar Pico & Alvarado: oh afganistan Nabby: Austin played guitar? Principalpoop: oh afghanistan EWeston: Good enuf. Give heem the nuf Cat: he said he wanted to be a rock guitar star instead of a comedian, but hey, fame is fame Cat: yeah this is austin. he REALLY played guitar. Nabby: Nice notinsane: Afghanistan/Bananistan Cat: he should show up and here and tell it like it was Nabby: Hope so in future Pico & Alvarado: he was a rock star on the cover of not insane Nabby: I believe in a big god named Bill Cat: the whole group is very musical Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Heard this piece "Afghanistan" in a documentary recently... shoes for the dead: save us from Babylon Cat: proctor met bergman as part of a yale musical Pico & Alvarado: billusical Principalpoop: welcome all bills to the promised land Nabby: Suddenly I'm thinking about Bergman singing in Child's Garden... notinsane: "Oh, Babylon...she is all lies! (klunk)." EWeston: The Fudds is good too Nabby: Ah interesting Cat Beet: didn't Bergman write the musical? Nabby: Great song here Pico & Alvarado: babafghanistan late: quite a world Nabby: Backpakistan (Ossman said it) EWeston: Hard to do the bonanafana version of that name shoes for the dead: i forgot Billville started here Nabby: Haha EWeston: Carjackistan late: sick! Principalpoop: afaghanmobey icky taco okay Cat: its hard to meet proctor without him bursting into song DJTween: We are sausages with eyes! Pico & Alvarado: paint houses in the valley? Nabby: Haha ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cat: this is very austin Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Fudds! Principalpoop: now we are in the 80s ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: It's cool late: violent juvenile freaks? EWeston: An born with asbestoes pants, they itch Cat: have ya'll seen eobe? austin doing his rock god thing, with excelleng music DJTween: I'll bet Austin is a fan of Todd Rundgren late: fuzz it out, man Pico & Alvarado: the stars Nabby: He goes man Cat: exellent Cat: they must be friends Nabby: I can hear that Tween Dexter Fong: fer suuurree Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Fat sloppy tone. Very Rundgren-esque... Pico & Alvarado: fur shore Principalpoop: totally late: hendrix + punk Dexter Fong: fair share Nabby: Crunchy & gunchy Cat: they are as steeped in music as vancouver is in rain EWeston: Furry shoes, that's aburd man Pico & Alvarado: i am sure ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Stlouielou', just granted probation at 9:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Stlouielou Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l Stlouielou: Howdy Folks! notinsane: Out the door, no parachute...CU all next one... ||||||||| notinsane hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's notinsane?! It's 9:33 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" DJTween: bye NI EWeston: Yow Lou Principalpoop: ciao notinsane Nabby: Howdy Nabby: Later notinsane DJTween: howdy doodie Pico & Alvarado: the cats are fighting Beet: Knowing that Austin is on guitar adds another dimension to this one. Stlouielou: oh cool I thought I was late! EWeston: Hoedee doodit? Principalpoop: no, late is already here Beet: hey louie Nabby: Definitely Beet shoes for the dead: doodie calls Stlouielou: Ola Amigos Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Must split... See you next week! late: howdy Stlouielou: can't we all just get a bong? Cat: maybe guitar is to austin what poetry is to osssman. i don't know Nabby: Take care Mr. & Mrs. Principalpoop: who is it, the gal from alcolipca? EWeston: Synchronis your space time anomolies Pleeze Pico & Alvarado: bye j smith Cat: by smith Principalpoop: pocolaka Principalpoop: emphysema EWeston: Pepsie bola Principalpoop: impenilea Beet: this is the same riff from Electrician Pico & Alvarado: from anytown usa Nabby: seaweed sham-pagne EWeston: I remember her. Cat: kinda, beet late: eggscape Pico & Alvarado: thats hot Nabby: infra-latin vamp Principalpoop: whatever Nabby: right on Principalpoop: still in the 80s, dig it Cat: are any of you old enought to remember the almost immient death of the cuban missile crisis, october 62 EWeston: Its all boogie woogles to me Pico & Alvarado: Bill, want to paint the house? Pico & Alvarado: reverb Principalpoop: i was 5, so nope EWeston: I'm a duck and cover generationer Nabby: I was in kindergarten Cat Dexter Fong: What do you wanna know about it Cat? =)) Cat: austin can play the guitar shoes for the dead: my 51 Chevy bus has a Bozos sticker Stlouielou: Rock Guitar Solo! DJTween: Austin's great with rockabilly, as also shown on Roller Maidens Nabby: Cool shoes Pico & Alvarado: we were all catywompus Nabby: Yes he can! Cat: i know you were already out of the mitlary by then, dex, so you figured it wasnt' important EWeston: Agreed Tweeny some great stuff on that album Cat: proctor said it was the best time to get laid Dexter Fong: Cat: It was a Mafia/Vegas/Nixon plot Cat: yes tween. austin rocks Pico & Alvarado: dj tweed ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| HappyHarry - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Stlouielou: when was the worst time to get laid? late: bonus song shoes for the dead: you're either on the Bus or off the Bus Principalpoop: no, just a distraction while they moved some the alien artifacts from area 51 Cat: no dex, we humans almost died then. a russian submariner disobeyed an order to fire and we are now still alive. EWeston: Just before the door openned, unexpectedly Pico & Alvarado: country! Nabby: November 14, 1982 DJTween: /me holds onto the bus bumper and skateboards Pico & Alvarado: Bill, get all the bozos on the bus Stlouielou: I think I had some alien artifacts for lunch.... DJTween: lol Nabby: Jimmy the C. Pico & Alvarado: pass the beer billy DJTween: something trying to poke its head through your stomach? Principalpoop: where is billy when we need him EWeston: Twas a fancy ale? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:41 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown." Elayne: Evenin' all! Nabby: Fritz "The Cat" Cat: wow. it's elayne DJTween: Hey E Stlouielou: close.... Beet: Hi, E! Dexter Fong: Hi E shoes for the dead: Hi E Nabby: Hi Elayne Stlouielou: Howdy Elaine! EWeston: Hi Elayne, toasty? Principalpoop: hi E, cool Pico & Alvarado: catilac Nabby: Roasty? Pico & Alvarado: hieeeee Nabby: Great record! late: fun stuff Nabby: Thanks Tween. Elayne: Hey EWeston, toasty enough, at least until the landlord changes his mind again Nabby: Great cover too! Cat:http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/ EWeston: Vat ve due tue nurtz Stlouielou: fun ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: it was warmer @ Mc Murdo than Atlanta the other day Pico & Alvarado: shibboleth ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: compliation, a fancy collection Beet: Hey, Elayne, I would love to hear you talk about FST on Skype. Think you might want to do that? Cat: Hey Elayne, check out my eulogy to my friend Manny. Thanks to him the Firesign have a larger audience than before Nabby: Well said Tween Pico & Alvarado: dj texas Cat:http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/ EWeston: Man, I'm glad I haven't had a landlord of 20, (very) years. I'm ok with this Elayne: Not at the present time, Beet. We're just going into "Season" at work, so I won't be fully human again until May. Principalpoop: pedophile humor, pushing the limit, oh my Cat: Bergman was as good in 2012 as he was in 1967 DJTween: His new shows were very good Nabby: True dat, Cat. Miss the show. It's great to hear it. Pico & Alvarado: walking nightmare DJTween: Would I be safe in saying that he was the most politically active of the Firesigns? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies P. Austin into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:46 PM, then departs. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RFoZ - 11/19/10 “Kinder Gentler Pedophiles: The Best Of The Best” - 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' Cat: Yes Elayne, I have no desire to go outside until I can do so without much clothing Principalpoop: oh my DJTween: Hey Phil! Dexter Fong: Tween: YOu could say it but that won't make you safe Cat: Wow. Its Phil! P. Austin: Uh, oh. Forgot the proper log in again. Beet: Brother Phil! Howdy! Nabby: Hey Phil! Principalpoop: make him red M Pico & Alvarado: bergman old testament prophet Stlouielou: hey now Captain Equinox: Hiya, Fella! EWeston: Some state recently put up a law that would have hospitals turning away a miscarriging woman. They're still at it. Elayne: Cat, just finished reading the eulogy for your old friend. It's quite lovely. Elayne: Phil! Good to see you! EWeston: Hot licks heard from you tonight Phill Merlyn: Hey phil shoes for the dead: Howdy Phil Stlouielou: jammin Pico & Alvarado: squiggly pig tails Principalpoop: yes indeed, ohh afghanistan Merlyn: Cat, why are you in Viriginia? Pico & Alvarado: Bill, get me a squiggly pig lite Nabby: What stlouielou said, and others Principalpoop: now you are officially here, welcome EWeston: Brother of Oaf Afganistan DJTween: So Phil, what've you been up to? Cat: thanks el. i turned him on to firesign, which got me on the govt radio staion and other places in japan to hear firesgin P. Austin: I was just saying to Ooooona, my god the amount of work that went into that album! Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Why am I in Syracuse ....not that there's anything wrong with that Principalpoop: and it is marvelous, wow Cat: merl, are you on the moon? DJTween: I'll bet, Phil Merlyn: I blame the arctic vortex Stlouielou: Yeah I play guitar too...it wore me out EWeston: Those moons, their eveywhere! Cat: how is the austin world, phil? Elayne: Hang on Cat, you were on an official government radio station in Japan introducing the country to Firesign? That's fairly mind-blowing. Beet: What kind and whose studio were you guys working in then? P. Austin: Anyway, just wanted to check in and say Hi. Cat: yes el 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 Pico & Alvarado: once you hear firesign propoganda goes right out the window DJTween: indeed DJTween: Hi Principalpoop: checking in? just sign here, hello mister and mrs smith Cat: i will put my nhk interview on the firesign radio station, if billl mcintype likes? its not that ointereststing, EWeston: Lotta goodwill to you and yousr Phil. Stlouielou: make that out to Mr. CASH Elayne: Love to Oona and the puppies, Phil! Pico & Alvarado: shrine to the firesign gods Cat: i was involved with major league engineers. i wanted firesign tech imagination to exist in a bettter frequency. i was pretty succesful Beet: the Mount Rushmore of satire EWeston: Next to the tome of the Unregisterred Voter Nabby: Pass the indian, I mean the meatless hot creatures please? Elayne: DocTech just texted. He's at his usual pool hall, and wants me to say High to everyone. Elayne: I suspect Lili says hello as well. ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Mr. and Mrs. John Smith - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| PaisleyHorsey - dead from jaundice ||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Bosworth - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: Neat Elayne. DJTween: Hi Doc ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Saying no to the nylon bunnies? Pico & Alvarado: unscrewing the wiggly pigtail lightbulb Principalpoop: no doc, shoot the 3 into the corner first, then run the table Cat: they can join us from text, eh? Dexter Fong: Not easily cat Cat: i must get a phone/text deivice some time before i die Pico & Alvarado: all about marajuana Elayne: I don't think so, Cat. Let them concentrate on those little balls... Elayne: Dex, whenever are we going to lunch? I owe you three books. Cat: reason i don t have a cell phone. i rarely leave this room EWeston: Those ball will mean their fortune Pico & Alvarado: rebus cannabis Beet: I am having fun with a Nexus 7. How about a FST app? shoes for the dead: look at them spin! Dexter Fong: E: When the weather returns to some kind of normalcy? EWeston: That's a vareity I haven't seen Elayne: Sounds good, Dex. What's that like, I wonder? Cat: hey austin Dexter Fong: Me too Elayne =)) Elayne: It was actually above 20 degrees Fahrenheit today. Elayne: I fRumor has it it'll be in the 40's by the weekend. Elayne: Mom keeps taunting me from the Vegas desert. Pico & Alvarado: they're just cardboard balls seemed in glue Dexter Fong: Yep ||||||||| 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." Stlouielou: Ice storm here tomorrow...I'm done with it Dexter Fong: And then back down again Cat: did you read my blog about dec. vegas trip, el? Principalpoop: yours is no disgrace Elayne: Oh Lou, I've heard about that, please stay safe! EWeston: A dry winter so far in the NW. We're usually doing the sand bag thing this time of year Elayne: I did, Cat. P. Austin: Reebus Caneebus, Awful Konoffle and Evil Knievel. All in adjoining cells in North or possibly South, Dakota. Cat: i actually felt love for vegas. i dont know if i've ever felt love for vancouver Stlouielou: not leaving the ranch.... EWeston: You forgot Evil Knutson Cat: and vancouver is so beautiful it makes the blind see. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Cat: hey austin. Beet: I thought everybody loved Vancouver Pico & Alvarado: they'll never get out of dakota! Elayne: I have no problem with Vegas, but really just as a place to visit and crash at Mom's place (which I haven't done since Dad was alive)... Elayne: I adore Vancouver. I want to retire there. Nabby: Sodak, as we say. Beet: This is great EWeston: South of nodak? P. Austin: Hey, Cat. Nabby: I recall this piece. Awesome. ||||||||| 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!" Stlouielou: never heard it here either Cat: I am jealous of your mohther in Vegas. I have loved everywhere I've lived. Nabby: Zactly EW. ||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doctecazoid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Elayne: She likes it there, Cat, but she's totally dependent on others to get around, and that worries me. Dexter Fong: Hey Doc EWeston: I doesn't want to be dikdaktic DJTween: Nice take-off on Gilbert & Sullivan :) ||||||||| 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." Elayne: My brother from L.A. has driven out there to be with her this evening Pico & Alvarado: sea shanties DJTween: Hey Doc ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Elayne: Wow, Catherwood is certainly talkative this evening. ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Elayne ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Cat: hey doc shoes for the dead: Hi Doc doctecazoid: at pool hall, on chat via phone Bunnyboy: Hi, y'alls. Mister President. Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny DJTween: Hey Bunny Pico & Alvarado: aqua budda Beet: Wow EWeston: Alert the minister for Bunneas Bunnyboy: Proof that I ain't doc! Cat: yes when i first got off the plane in vegas 3 years ago, i thought this was somewhere I could go and interract with alternate universe silulations Pico & Alvarado: i got to get out bunny Beet: God is not destroying it, we are doctecazoid: gotta play brb Elayne: Thanks for coming on, DocTech! Principalpoop: who are you talking to? Pico & Alvarado: situlations Cat: simulations. not disney not bozos. but, booze and food are great ||||||||| 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." EWeston: I can never read his perscriptions Bunnyboy: Catherwood's a corporate shill... ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bunnyboy and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?" Bunnyboy: DOO-dah! DOO-dah! Cat: hey dunny EWeston: A noids noid Nabby: Bunny Cat: how is lily, doc? is she here? Cat: bunny Pico & Alvarado: brail bible for blind satanists Bunnyboy: EW: If it makes you feel any better, neither can he. Cat: i had a dream recently of having a bunch of bunnies. great dream Pico & Alvarado: DOO dah DOE EWeston: I stopped feeling better. It was giving me a rash Captain Equinox: 'Night, All! Bunnyboy: dumbotCatherwooddumbot ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bunnyboy and mumbles "Did you need me?" Principalpoop: buy a lottery ticket cat Nabby: A snoid's snoid Beet: Bye Cap'n EWeston: By Capt'n Nabby: Later Cap'm Cat: capt eq, phli austin is here and you leave? Principalpoop: ciap cap Stlouielou: amf capn Pico & Alvarado: goodnight winter equinox ||||||||| 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!" Cat: why would anyone buy a lotery ticket? EWeston: A Snort's boil Principalpoop: i dont buy them either, but apparently weird dreams bring luck Pico & Alvarado: turn you to a pillar of salt doctecazoid: phone settings suck brb ||||||||| doctecazoid leaves at 10:09 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..." shoes for the dead: where there's smoke there's work ||||||||| Catherwood enters with AcneJr close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Nabby: i'd buy them if they brought back stoning EWeston: The interior design touch that's sure to keepem near a source of liquid Cat: you listening to peter here, austin? Bunnyboy: (whispers) go hawks. ||||||||| 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 jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 10:10 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doctecazoid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| At 10:10 PM, doctecazoid vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| doctecazoid enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. Pico & Alvarado: writing this from a cell Elayne: Oh dear, well, he did try... EWeston: Doc playing games with space time again? Nabby: Welcome back Bunnyboy: Phil's pinkin'! Nabby: Pron Pico & Alvarado: finish this peice doctecazoid: sorry my phone is not cooperating Stlouielou: can you hear me now? ||||||||| 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 Bightrethighrehighre falls out at 10:11 PM. EWeston: Devilish phones Pico & Alvarado: pinkin pie ||||||||| 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!" Bunnyboy: doc: Well, write a chat app! Nabby: Hello? Principalpoop: amazing you are here at all on it, cool doctecazoid: can't make it s Bightrethighrehighre: IS IT GOING TO BE ALLLLLLLL-RIGHT???? Stlouielou: Chat app Lucy ....Chat ap EWeston: Greetings earthoid. Take me to youyr nachos. Espeedio Principalpoop: yeah yeaaah Nabby: I can't make it s either Pico & Alvarado: its like a plastic horned devil Bunnyboy: Well, izzit? Nabby: It is. It is going to be alright. Cat: this is a great song Pico & Alvarado: god hates the occult shoes for the dead: tonight doctecazoid: sorry can't make this work tonight EWeston: Al Right. The cloning worked, this time? Beet: Bergman had very interesting musical taste. doctecazoid: too much going on and phone won't cooperate -bye Elayne: I think I'll be turning in now. Next week, all! Pico & Alvarado: all is known ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:14 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctecazoid by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Around 10:14 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset... Nabby: Send in the bozos. DJTween: too bad, Doc :/ Beet: 'Bye E Bunnyboy: nite El! EWeston: Bye doc ||||||||| 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." Principalpoop: keep warm E ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: Bye Doc! : sorry can't make this work tonight : can't make it s : sorry my phone is not cooperating EWeston: An E : at pool hall, on chat via phone Nabby: Bye E Pico & Alvarado: is it just me or is he talking too fast Bunnyboy: Aw, don't be a colon, doc! Principalpoop: ijustbrokemyspacekey Nabby: What? EWeston: He's, he's just a goat, er ghost now, choke. Pico & Alvarado: you made me do it Nabby: Ghostly goats what next? shoes for the dead: thstes like pork Bunnyboy: Ghost, goat, Schroedinger's Gat... ||||||||| 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." DJTween: lol @ Eva/Sarah comparison Stlouielou: time for a scooby snack Cat: thats how you let the beat builc. pete became as involved in the music of the end of his life as possible EWeston: Evacuate into the dreadful mist oh deafly goat! Cat: phil austin would know better Nabby: Well said. Pico & Alvarado: be he goat of ghost or ghost of goat or both Nabby: Haha. EWeston: Take speed m'lord Bunnyboy: Off to the ABBEY. Ta! Principalpoop: a firesign musical on broadway in 2040, i need to stop smoking ||||||||| Bunnyboy says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bunnyboy exits at 10:18 PM. Beet: bye bunny Nabby: B'Bunny DJTween: Speaking of which EW, barring a PhilP interview, next week's fare will be "Shakespeare's Lost Comedie" Stlouielou: I need to satrt smoking EWeston: Obligatory hello to the NSA gut Cat: depends on what you're smoking Nabby: Sounds good Tween Pico & Alvarado: what you want to Cat: bun Stlouielou: cat! Principalpoop: cigar ettes DJTween: and of course, Mr. Austin, we'd love to have you Skype in sometime :-) Beet: Sorry. Forgot NSA guy this week. Hi. Nabby: Dirk Diggler or Mendo Bendo? ||||||||| 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!" Pico & Alvarado: cat bun cigar! EWeston: Hard to say I'd perfer the album, so I won't. Pico & Alvarado: frankenstien theatre EWeston: You;ll never see a cat with a butt whistle Principalpoop: noisy, thumping, las vegas, tv spectacular music, just noise Stlouielou: cat & butwistle...I think I seen them in the late 60's Pico & Alvarado: no necker shoes Nabby: Except in a Tex Avery cartoon Nabby: Or did I dream it? EWeston: Point Nabby Nabby: None that I can think of Pico & Alvarado: rust it potatoe shoes for the dead: tattooed potatos? EWeston: Given the medications you could see most anything in the late 60's DJTween: Principalpoop: noisy, thumping, las vegas, tv spectacular music, just noise << which is why I could never get into disco Stlouielou: I saw tattooed patatos in the 70's DJTween: not when there was Yes and Genesis out there EWeston: That's the point of points. no thinking required Stlouielou: they were great! Pico & Alvarado: used potatoes in apple pie shoes for the dead: they had that one top 40 hit Principalpoop: Both of God's eyes are shining tonight DJTween: apple/potato pie?? Pico & Alvarado: guantomino ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| AcneJr - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Stlouielou: "Quit Forking With Me Baby" 1973 warnewr bros EWeston: Between his toes! Principalpoop: snitzel ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:25 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Cat: my wife just made soup of squash, apples, and many other things. it is very good Principalpoop: stones, is that you? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." DJTween: Stones! Nabby: Snitzel? Cat: hey limey Merlyn: I don't think he's the UK Stones DJTween: sounds interesting, Cat Cat: fuck Merlyn: He's Stones from Boulder EWeston: We're all conglomerates here I just know it Cat: sound not the right sense Pico & Alvarado: corncousins forking in the wootfields shoes for the dead: the flip side was Fried again Principalpoop: we will find out soon enough, his accent gives him away DJTween: Stones visiting Honey in Boulder? Stlouielou: We're all conglomerates on this bus EWeston: Woofta woofta fast Boss! Pico & Alvarado: is satan alright? EWeston: No but they are related Nabby: who put the con in glomerates? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Principal Poop: That is me, or should I say, "C'est moi," as we say in the Gobi Desert. Principalpoop: ahh it is him, or his clone, either way, wow EWeston: Der shniffner! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: Deja Voodoo Cat: prove it, hony shoes for the dead: they shot my goat! Pico & Alvarado: lon and dick cheney DJTween: "I am he, of whom he speaks..." That's good enough for me! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Pico & Alvarado! My Dear Freuds! I haven't seen you in .... 2,000 years! DJTween: Lon would have bade a better VP Dexter Fong: Poop: If it *is* the real Hemlock, than he can tell us what became of Honey sanchez Pico & Alvarado: they killed my goat! Principalpoop: ok, swamy, spill your guts, how is honey? Cat: what is your relationshp to grahame nash, hemlock? Dexter Fong: Sweet EWeston: And that vial of deadly marihuana taped to her leg DJTween: Didn't know this bit was included in this show. Fits really well with Clowns :) Stlouielou: Great Goats Ghost! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tell me, Pico and Alvarado, Who of the two -- Lon or Dick -- do you find more "scary?" Cat: cheese? chinese? EWeston: Horny angin eh? Principalpoop: M was right, why do I ever doubt him.... EWeston: Horse corsets? your insane Pico & Alvarado: i thought ye spoke of goats on the battlements Principalpoop: hoarse cornettes Nabby: I miss George Bush Nabby: Not. EWeston: The goat ghost would spook with thee Pico & Alvarado: hum...Dick Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And Dear Principal Poop, you have an invitation to visit Flotsam and myself in London. If you are looking for a High School, I happen to have one available. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: Coarse martinets Pico & Alvarado: more science high Cat: in whart universe are you genuine? Dexter Fong: Dirty Martinis shoes for the dead: corpse martini Nabby: Dirty Martians Principalpoop: a union man Cat: good old peter seeger Pico & Alvarado: motorfluid gimlick shoes for the dead: Pete Seeger!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EWeston: Racing martinis spook the ignorant martians Cat: he made music seem like it could alter reality Nabby: Yeah sorry to hear that Cat Cat: and it did EWeston: Fox news in a rare move shut down any coments on Pete's death Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And here's a "Hello" to EWeston! I don't believe we've met! Please visit Flatman and myself in London. While neither of us drink much, we can surely make you a martini if I can find a willing Italian. DJTween: Seeger's music had some small effect on American politics ;) Dexter Fong: Roger ails, we get sick ||||||||| 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: Reeley, EW? Pico & Alvarado: he almost took an axe to the p.a. when dylan went electric DJTween: Hadn't heard that one Cat: how is new mexico? Nabby: Watch "Pete Seeger: The Power of Song" online http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/pete-seeger/full-film-pete-seeger-the-power-of-song/2864/ It's good. About 90 min. EWeston: I use a drunken indian for that, but thanx. Yes really Shoes Cat: it is indeed, nabby Stlouielou: I almost took an axe to the PA when I heard Dylan Sing! Dexter Fong: And your point is? Lou? ||||||||| 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' Cat: just listening to pete is good for the heasd EWeston: True Cat Cat: head Nabby: Very much so Cat DJTween: Hope some of you can make it to my Sunday show :) Stlouielou: he doesn't have the greatest voice EWeston: That too Dexter Fong: Tweeny's getting ready to le-eave. Tweeny's getting ready to le-eave Cat: to extreme for california? Pico & Alvarado: just listening to the head is good for the pete Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Pete Seeger... What a loss! Charles and Ruth have him back now. Our loss is Heaven's gain. (Where have I heard that last sentence before.... ?) Dexter Fong: Lou: There's certain types of music in which vocal production is not the prime criterium] ||||||||| Rk steals in around 10:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Nabby: One grain of sand.... ;) 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 Stlouielou: prime criterium...saw them in the 80's Pico & Alvarado: your loss is my game Cat: they did exceed the average Nabby: lol Dex Dexter Fong: What time was that Tweeny? shoes for the dead: they sucked Stlouielou: AMEN Cat: we are here becauce we love the firesighn DJTween: time to get to the show on time Cat: these wine poems, eh Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello Dexter! Yes, you are right about the "vocal production." We should produce more of them. Nabby: kith me you fool ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| late - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Pico & Alvarado: those godlike hippies Cat: no god. no hip. just fun Principalpoop: oh yeah Pico & Alvarado: ny Dexter Fong: Hello Stones: You *do* understand that there have been other Hemlocks, including the original who chatted from England, I hope =)) Stlouielou: godlike hippies...saw them in the 90's..neither godlike Nor Hippies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Pico and Alhambra, if only America had listened to the hippies! Beet: Had fun tonight. Thanks to Phil Austin for dropping in. Thank you Tweeny for another stellar job. Nite all. shoes for the dead: see ya later, Park it and Lock it!! Nabby: Good show! Cat: of course we enjoyed it tween Principalpoop: hip hop beet Dexter Fong: Night Beet Principalpoop: shoes, ciao Pico & Alvarado: untill he died drinking hemlock DJTween: Thanks folks :) EWeston: Mr. Spock, after McCoy injected him with male and female hormones, Die Alien Scum! KIss me you fool! Stlouielou: amf everyone Principalpoop: looks like the bus is leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): My Dear Dexter, I am Nick Danger! I mean ... I am the real Hemlock Stones! Nabby: Back atcha Tween and bye Phil and each & every one! Of YOU! Zip! EWeston: Bu Bye deen DJTween: Phil A's still here Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny btw, Rufus is allright I hope...been very quiet tonght...hope you didn't fire him ||||||||| 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." Principalpoop: i am not leaving yet ||||||||| 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!" Pico & Alvarado: goodnight irenes Cat: depends on what we mean by still here EWeston: She's bad for you Pooper DJTween: Rufus has, for the most part, been botted Dexter Fong: Night P&A ||||||||| Outside, the 10:43 PM bus from San Antonio pulls away, leaving e_ seco coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks for your concern, Dexter :) Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Good Night to all leaving us! Principalpoop: rolling up the streets Cat: hey dex. i hope i meet you again Dexter Fong: Keep on keepin' on Rufus Dexter Fong: Cat: Me too =)) EWeston: Stuffing manholes into wallets everywhere Principalpoop: yes rufus, do it, do it Cat: not likely ||||||||| Around 10:44 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset... Stlouielou: doggone one horse country town..... ||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:44 PM train to Stafford. DJTween: Until last time, again... Dexter Fong: Better than stuffin' wallets into manholes ||||||||| "10:44 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden. Principalpoop: k sarah sarah Principalpoop: ciao tween, adioso Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Principal Poop: How do you roll up those streets? And where will you put all that coiled asphalt tonight? EWeston: See yah Tweeny and Phil and somebodies dad. Principalpoop: with the sidewalks, behind the old theatre Dexter Fong: Night EW ||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:45 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." Principalpoop: ew, ciao bebe Dexter Fong: oops just saying g'night I see Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): In London, we roll up all streets at 12;00 (except for Tottenham Court Road) and then dump them into the Thames to clean them off. Sadly, the French occasionally try to steal them. Dexter Fong: Think it's time to le-eave Principalpoop: ahh old london town, the big apple, oops, that windy city, oops, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ahhhh! I meant to type a colon -- not a semicolon! Forgive me! Principalpoop: i think so fong, all she wrote Dexter Fong: Night poop Principalpoop: the bus, the bus, get on the bus and go, night all ||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:48 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Principal, you speak correctly. They are all the same city accordingly to this pre-Copernican map that emerged in my restroom. ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJ', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Freds, It is time to bid you all goodnight and Laurence Welk would not have it any other way, would he? ||||||||| 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!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): "Ruff! Ruff!" you say? I am over hear in this tree suit! No! AHHHHHHHHHH! ||||||||| "Hey Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" ... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters at 10:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| e_ seco - dead from jaundice ||||||||| P. Austin - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| dude - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Rk - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Merlyn: Everybody's dead, Dave ||||||||| 10:59 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice ||||||||| DJ - dead from measles ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 11:39 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving st slade coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:41 PM, dragging Captain Equinox by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| st slade - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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.. : Oopsie forgot to turn the light out. Night Catherwood and all the rest of you clowns... zzzzzzzz.....zzzzz... ||||||||| Catherwood strides over to and yells "My ears are burning..." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with CaptTripps close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 1:34 AM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. ||||||||| CaptTripps walks away to The Auditorium. ||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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
Bightrethighrehighre
Bosco Hearn
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
dude
Elayne
EWeston
ferretjoe
P. Austin
George Stevens
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Lil
Merlyn
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith
Nabby
notinsane
PaisleyHorsey
P. Austin
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
