||||||||| 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 February 13, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween enters at 7:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Principalpoop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Principalpoop: I am early Principalpoop: tweeny is trapped between parenthesis Principalpoop: like arhnold in the terminator, I'll be back ||||||||| Around 8:20 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:38 PM and breeze sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTween: Yo P ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:38 PM and late as usual, it's Bobz, just back from Illinois." ||||||||| Outside, the 8:38 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Andrew coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Breeze DJTween: Hi Bobz DJTween: Hi Andrew Andrew: Hi DJTween: music in a minute or so ||||||||| 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)' breeze: yummy Bobz: Hello DJTween Andrew: looking forward to it breeze: Hi DJTween: music is up Bobz: How can you not like onion rings? Andrew: nice audio quality! Bobz: Shoulda used a 7-gun? DJTween: Thanks :) Only 128k, but OK Andrew: Phil sounds so much like Buddy its Uncanny! DJTween: never thought of that, Bobz ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. DJTween: Austin does great country/rockabilly DJTween: Hey Dex Bobz: 7 is luckier and it has one more bullet DJTween: how true, how true Andrew: he forms a pretty mean posse too Andrew: good to know Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny ||||||||| late enters at 8:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. ||||||||| 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 hanuman plummets into the garden at 8:45 PM. ||||||||| dude steals in around 8:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: You're early late late: howdy DJTween: Hi late, hanuman, dude Andrew: Justin Time now entering chat ||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "CeeJayHey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as CeeJayHey enters and sits in front of the fireplace. late: howdy Andrew: sorry, i'll leave the jokes to pros frm now on dude: Being here violates my parole...so keep it on the D L ||||||||| "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 CeeJayHey DJTween: Andrew, jokesters always welcome here :) dude: Where can I get the Ralph Soilsprot motors Lic. Plate Frames late: tierra del fuego, man Andrew: i love this song CeeJayHey: Say Hey! CeeJayHey: Rockin' tune Dexter Fong: Hay! ||||||||| "8:51 PM? 8:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits on the divan. CeeJayHey: How's it goin' eh? Andrew: thnks DJ Dexter Fong: Hey EW EWeston: Hi there Dex tweeny, and a bunch of mugs DJTween: Hi EW ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies General Dysfunction into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Dreamfinder waltzes in at 8:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: Hi General DJTween: Hi Dreamfinder Dreamfinder: Your door knocker fell off. Hi all! General Dysfunction: hey youse guys EWeston: Heneral and finder of misplaced dreams ||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Lucien coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hi Lucien General Dysfunction: I dreamed i was here Dreamfinder: I dreamed I was dreaming, but when I awoke I found you were right. Lucien: Hello! EWeston: I'm often beside myself when I dream late: lawyers + guns + money = all your bases covered? General Dysfunction: always comparing dream notes? EWeston: He's just an excitable boy DJTween: That about covers it, doesn't it? ||||||||| "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!" Dreamfinder: I'm an loooooong time fan of the 4 or 5... going back to a very confusing first listen to Dwarf back in '72... DJTween: Fine album (EB) late: all your base are belong to us? ||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nabby coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dreamfinder: But I got semi-recumbant and planted my ear to a speaker and I began to hear the light. Nabby: Welly welly welly well Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby DJTween: Hi Nabby ||||||||| Art Holelaugher tiptoes in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: But now I'm just down to ase, its embarrassing Nabby: Hi Dex & Tween & all DJTween: Hi Art Dreamfinder: I've got 5 ases! Art Holelaugher: Howdy pardners! EWeston: Check your other sleve. They may be organizing ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's Cat, just back from Elmertown." ||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. Dexter Fong: Hey Cat DJTween: Hi shoes DJTween: Hey Cat late: howdy art, hows the nudist trailer park going? Nabby: Hi Cat Dexter Fong: Hey Shoes EWeston: Cat's here, with shoes shoes for the dead: howdy Cat: good song Andrew: 30 secs ... Nabby: Hey shoes shoes for the dead: hi Cat Cat: video quite funny DJTween: Saw the tour way back when EWeston: Whole album is good General Dysfunction: they're trailing nudists 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 Principalpoop falls out at 8:59 PM. Andrew: and counting faster than i type ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" DJTween: Yeah it is, EW Dexter Fong: Hiya Poop ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 13, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" shoes for the dead: no parking them Nabby: Evenin' Principalpoop: the rod ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Beet: From a snowed-in West Virginia, hoping a nice Thursday evening to my fellow Fireheads Cat: its the tween voice late: don't worry about it man ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Just call me Nancy in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Dexter Fong: Hi Beet Principalpoop: hi tweeny and all EWeston: The spindle and the homage done Andrew: yeah! Nabby: Hey Pp Beet: Hi dex Nabby: Hi Beet Beet: Hey Poop Principalpoop: the roanoke snow is taller than my beagle dog, poor thing, brrrr Beet: Hi Nab ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. late: cool, possible new release? ||||||||| 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: Hey M General Dysfunction: the snow is a dog and a half high DJTween: Hi Merlyn ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” - 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 >> (out of print - try eBay or Amazon)' shoes for the dead: hey Merl Nabby: Hey Merl Cat: really sounds like philip k. dick. inspired by american trash Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn Dreamfinder: Speak to me, Joey D!! Beet: Hi Merl Merlyn: hey Cat: very very old? austin was around 40? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:02 PM, then departs. Dreamfinder: M-Mom... D-Dad... ? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln shoes for the dead: how can it be half high? Just call me Nancy: Whenever I play "How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all", people look at me funny. The just don't understand. "Climate Control... Climate Control? Let's see what kinda of climate we can get!" EWeston: Hey huh. Oh hi. DJTween: This is a rip from some scratchy, worn vinyl, sorry Beet: Sounds OK Nabby: Dream you knoe it General Dysfunction: love that background sound shoes for the dead: vinyl is final CeeJayHey: On calorie per drink! Principalpoop: sounds half baked Nabby: Pass the chips please Beet: Yum General Dysfunction: pop pop pop Cat: we're out of chips. have a chimp shoes for the dead: silicon? EWeston: Their still moving. Quality control where is U!!! late: y, it's kind of rough - still the one i sent you? it's an illegal upload i pulled down from usenet back in the late 90s, iirc Nabby: Cool to hear this General Dysfunction: here we go! Nabby: purr Cat Principalpoop: newsgroups? ahh those were the days, my isp ignores them now Cat: i remember when firesign was a usegroup Nabby: bbs wasn't bs Principalpoop: bauds ahhh bauds shoes for the dead: hand me the pliers so i can change the channel EWeston: Pay the Lord Dear Friends General Dysfunction: amen Nabby: Baudy check Nabby: How much Merlyn: The butler still posts the chat to the Firesign use group: https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre ||||||||| 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: usenet was the wild west of early net days shoes for the dead: baudy mama EWeston: Blank ones are my choice Beet: Broncos lose? General Dysfunction: he is somethin' Principalpoop: what rhymes with licorice? EWeston: Topical Bronco's Merlyn: sick o' rich Nabby: Ick or ish Principalpoop: avarice EWeston: Orange. Not many people know this Nabby: x x Principalpoop: month? shoes for the dead: good, EW Principalpoop: there has got to be something on late: what is in alt.binaries.mom? do we really want to know? even for science? ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Art Holelaugher - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| hanuman - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: gif me ||||||||| "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: I'm loving the channel I'm on EWeston: Do it for Intelligent Paradesign shoes for the dead: in the groove DJTween: It be a good channel, General :) ||||||||| Worker enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Worker: What a groove! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. llanwydd: good evening, folks EWeston: Hello worker Principalpoop: how did B movies get called that? Cat: hi llan Nabby: Beez llanwydd: new crowd, I see DJTween: Hey LLan! Principalpoop: ahh llan, wow, hi Dexter Fong: Hey llan EWeston: And did the B movies answer? Principalpoop: lots of newbies, how you doing? ||||||||| 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!" Dexter Fong: Long time llan DJTween: Long time no see, guy :) General Dysfunction: bill ding shoes for the dead: specially when ya se them, PP late: get on with it llanwydd: what's the topic tonight? Merlyn: hey llan Cat: nice mix of new and old ||||||||| Zac enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTween: Catherwood, please serve everyone some Welsh Rarebit ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some welsh rarebit. EWeston: mr. producer getting antsy llanwydd: lol shoes for the dead: mine's burnt....... Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln llanwydd: a welsh rarebit is a virgin from cardiff Nabby: I'm punching mine Principalpoop: schroon lake huh? ok ok DJTween: heheh Worker: All the shores were glitched and gloomy... EWeston: Not parsinged then? llanwydd: go fuck yourself asshole late: over the edge! Principalpoop: lool, i forget what schroon lake was about LOOL late: damn Dexter Fong: You can say that again General Dysfunction: ow breeze: lettuce paws EWeston: You gotta go OOOWWW llanwydd: to all others, good to be back Dexter Fong: llan: Can you get the audio portion now? General Dysfunction: OOOWWW Nabby: Good to meet you llan Cat: good to see you again, llan Principalpoop: hehe Worker: Don't just say Owww, say OOOWWWW!!! ||||||||| 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 ushers Bosco Hearn in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. llanwydd: what's up, chuck? llanwydd: don't say puke General Dysfunction: but it hurts shoes for the dead: mean to bambi? Nabby: Deer Bambi... EWeston: Gotta put your back, legs and Isls of Langerhands into it late: damn, she likes it that way - solid DJTween: Hi Bosco General Dysfunction: where bambi goes nothing grows Principalpoop: oh mitch Dexter Fong: midge EWeston: The first atomic deer DJTween: Llan, if I had known you were going to show up, I would have read your review shoes for the dead: where was this recorded? Cat: its hard to tell if the real bambi was here or just someone else using the name DJTween: love the bit about (I'm not mean to Bambi) llanwydd: my review? Dexter Fong: Shoes: Seems like in Colorado EWeston: Colorado I think ||||||||| titaniumbob steps in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Nabby: Foster Brooks? Principalpoop: oh midge DJTween: Hi TB CeeJayHey: Good News EWeston: Check Bob for nicks Nabby: and twix llanwydd: I don't remember my review, tween. can you refresh my memory? General Dysfunction: midge in the middle of lawyers titaniumbob: I wonder where Ruth is . . . . ? EWeston: No Zittles, they all gone down shoes for the dead: or leaks Cat: in the hall of fame late: yes, damnit, yes Nabby: One away late: enhanced vinyl experience ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Worker: Yes, I will! Yes... yes...yes...yes... shoes for the dead: the truth comes out Nabby: not not insane EWeston: Its been in the closet too long Cat: sounds great, tween. wish i'd seen it General Dysfunction: out and free Nabby: Indeed Cat llanwydd: is this tween's voice we are hearing? shoes for the dead: from the hoarse mouth EWeston: yup late: archives Cat: yes Nabby: yes llan General Dysfunction: bless him Principalpoop: no illan, you are hallucinating Beet: Excellent idea! I want one. Nabby: It would be brilliant Cat: that would be amazing, tween late: would buy/10 Dexter Fong: I'd say...gee....gosh....okay!!!! llanwydd: he doesn't sound the way I imagined his voice EWeston: I'm in CeeJayHey: Yes! General Dysfunction: it's always that way Cat: its more work for sir fudd though Dexter Fong: llan: That's him DJTween: I'm not from Texas, Llan lol llanwydd: lol Principalpoop: i know that song shoes for the dead: i sound like Mickey Rooney myself DJTween: I can do a good Texas Drawl on occasion, but usually not :) Dexter Fong: well alright alright General Dysfunction: remorse salad ||||||||| Outside, the 9:24 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving kestrel74 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Beet: I grew up there so it's easy for me Nabby: All I know is "down the road a piece" Cat: i know a story about mickey rooney, sort of ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bobz - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Dreamfinder - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Just call me Nancy - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: In TX everything is chicken fried llanwydd: I've always like mickey, except for andy hardy ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Beet: If it moves throw it in the batter. Dexter Fong: Too many names Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read Llanwydd's review of “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=lh-rv Nabby: And listen to it sing FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: Wow, again. How do i preserve this thing? DJTween: Hi Frank General Dysfunction: gaaaawd daaaam high baaalls Cat: i was eating chicken kiev on my birthday with my cousin at a restaurant in west hollywood in 1973. george harrison and company walked in and sat down in the next booth. ||||||||| XTCvsAdamAnt steals in around 9:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." llanwydd: oh, that's what you meant. I didn't remember my review DJTween: Hi Adam Cat: two guys who looked like bankers and a girl who looked like gene harlow. kestrel74: HiJack FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: Grape ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: THey've posted it in the Review section for this album, Llan :) EWeston: That George was a good George Nabby: kestrel Cat: harrison was telling them, "i dont want to be down to my last 20,000$ like mickey rooney. ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:27 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Andrew: gotta run, everyone have a great night! thanks DJ Cat: i was surprised he said dollars, not pounds shoes for the dead: by George! Elayne: Evenin' all! My gosh, it's damp outside! Nabby: Sounds heavy Cat DJTween: Hey E Cat: hi el. you've already heard my mickey rooney story many times shoes for the dead: Hi El llanwydd: hi elayne Beet: Hey, E Nabby: Greetings Elayne EWeston: By Andy, Hi Elyne FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: The messages disappear Principalpoop: hey E, a site for you before I forget again... http://www.helpingyoumaintain.com/episodes Beet: Drifts of snow outside my door Elayne: Maybe so, Cat, but that doesn't mean I remember it. :) EWeston: Check the log Frank. Its all there DJTween: FrenchFrank, click the Log link at the bottom of the page to view previous messages Elayne: I don't actually mind the damp, particularly if it gets rid of the piles of snow and ice around my car. General Dysfunction: the little one, with the hat Nabby: Got log? DJTween: Getting around NYC must be interesting these days shoes for the dead: and frozen winos/ Nabby: Just a taste shoes Beet: Even Atlanta is getting hit pretty hard EWeston: Presto! A log Principalpoop: how do you make antifreeze? hide her woolen nightie General Dysfunction: big old presto Nabby: Legs like logs shoes for the dead: all that weather goes to England late: a big-legged woman aint got no soul? EWeston: Devilish Nepew Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, but I'm still waiting for it to get funny. Maybe the second episode? kestrel74: Lincoln Legs ||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... llanwydd: had to turn the sound off. I can't write and listen at the same time Principalpoop: loool ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne in through the front door at 9:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Who's got the erector set? llanwydd: or even read Elayne: Tween, Manhattan resembles a literary agent's desk now. One big slush pile. Nabby: you have to split your brain in half and untwangle your lobes llan llanwydd: lol Elayne: Here in da Bronkers, we have a bit more ice so it'll take more than even this torrential downpour to get rid of it. Plus it's scheduled to turn back into snow in the wee hours. Principalpoop: move your lips, that is what I do, it helps llan ||||||||| 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 Goldengun13 gets out at 9:32 PM. General Dysfunction: a few beets from the peasants Nabby: yes the lips thing helps llanwydd: I'm left-handed, you know. southpaws use the rigth side of their brain more than the left DJTween: Hi Golden llanwydd: right Nabby: ice yikes be careful shoes for the dead: lip slimg Principalpoop: sinister side Cat: did you read my most recent blog post, el? i wonder if the sustainable seafood movement has any traction in nyc EWeston: No no, a left! Nabby: Oof Goldengun13: Hello, seakers! Nabby: hey GoldenG CeeJayHey: Duck! EWeston: Squeakers Meekers, and drones Nabby: New Newt newt oil CeeJ Cat:http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/ shoes for the dead: new toil Principalpoop: new newts llanwydd: sustainable seafood sounds interesting llanwydd: baffling, actually CeeJayHey: Seen. Cat: a very big movement in vancouver. don't know if that's true elsewhere llanwydd: do you eat it live? Dexter Fong: Eat em, wash en off, eat em again Beet: The music of radio announcer's voices Goldengun13: Huh, the bird sound effects are the same as ones the Beatles used EWeston: The meme has moved beyond the moleskin cookies then CeeJayHey: I smell a rat Cat: best halibut i've ever had, last week. astonishly good General Dysfunction: rat's got the mole EWeston: I think he has my script Beet: never had halibut Goldengun13: Double-oh gauge! Must be like the one provided by Bags by Bagg llanwydd: halibut is like flounder shoes for the dead: but what, Beet? ||||||||| "9:37 PM? 9:37 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Cat: i am fond of fish Beet: just for the halibut General Dysfunction: smashed rat flat EWeston: Which would you take for a headache llanwydd: I live in florida. red snapper is really big down here kestrel74: flatrat llanwydd: that and grouper Cat: do they have swordfish there? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item DJTween: Hi Ralph EWeston: I'll stick with asperin CeeJayHey: Thanks, Rufus! shoes for the dead: groupies are tasty too Ralph: Hello friends General Dysfunction: the navy is going to the air Goldengun13: Greetings, seaker! Beet: groupers? EWeston: Lo Ralph ||||||||| DoctorGogol steals in around 9:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." shoes for the dead: hi Ralph EWeston: weepers llanwydd: I never caught them when I was a fisherman, cat ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| XTCvsAdamAnt - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Andrew - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Zac - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: Hiya friends (Ralph) kestrel74: which are already in progress 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 llanwydd: we went out for grouper and red snapper and would sometimes come back with shark and turtles as well llanwydd: now that I think of it swordfish was way offshore shoes for the dead: or square groupers llanwydd: I was in the shallow waters General Dysfunction: a story on every floor Nabby: Anselmo! EWeston: GMA Gropers? General Dysfunction: shiny bouncy squeaky clean llanwydd: lol Nabby: *applause* Beet: Cool Goldengun13: Very nice! llanwydd: catherwood, would you get me a brandy? I'll have it neat in a snifter, please ||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a brandy i'll have it neat in a snifter. Cat: i had grouper in a restaturant in the dallas airport about a decade ago. with lime. very good shoes for the dead: ganja groupers EW llanwydd: LOL ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Old same place in through the front door at 9:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. late: i think i added a bunch of jack poet ads at the end... prob not on side 2 Nabby: High 70's alright llanwydd: take my word, grouper is best smothered in stewed tomatoes EWeston: Msquite smokered I hope Goldengun13: Ah, the Old Same Place llanwydd: alright, catherwood, I'll get it myself ||||||||| Catherwood gets it myself. llanwydd: lol late: let's hope that they do release an archive of late 70s/early 80s material kestrel74: that's hysterical General Dysfunction: dear friends Nabby: James Joyce was a wuss compared to you know who Goldengun13: Deputy Dan! Principalpoop: deputy dan has no friends late: he has no friends? EWeston: Elmer Fudd Amirite? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “Deputy Dan Will Find Us No Matter Where We Go”- 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 purchase Duke Of Madness Motors at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ' General Dysfunction: Lettuce relish a tomato Nabby: Deputy Dan has friends here Nabby: Noy Nabby: Not Beet: Must have been a mess EWeston: Lettuce prey kestrel74: Deputy Dan smells like 1953 General Dysfunction: and pey the lerd Cat: i'm waiting for a release of their first radio work, kpfk, krla and kmet Principalpoop: peas romaine seeded Beet: what prets on lettuce? Beet: preys llanwydd: afk for a brandy. anybody want one? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln shoes for the dead: mantises Goldengun13: Oh man, if not to even account for oneself! Nabby: We slipped into Dear Friends General Dysfunction: want brandy EWeston: No its what they hunt, and feed upon ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:46 PM, dragging Bosco Hearn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" DJTween: This is where the cuts from the original Dear Friends release came from, Nabby :) DJTween: wb Bosco ||||||||| 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!" Goldengun13: What a fight! :) Dexter Fong: Nabby: This program is the original radio broadcast Dear Friends Nabby: Hi Bosco Bosco Hearn: I'll vouch for --- ME! shoes for the dead: real good bit EWeston: Comic zoomies according to the snake red text's Nabby: Indeedy Tween DJTween: The 1972 Dear Friends album was more or less a 'best of' Goldengun13: Oh man, I can't "bear it" General Dysfunction: date dogs not bears DJTween: This is one of the actual shows, which is what DOMM is all about kestrel74: Bear Whiz CeeJayHey: Jeepers, this is out of control !!! Goldengun13: Boy howdy! Cat: they were looking for a way to get on radio. the short pieces like this worked well EWeston: Throw a date at him! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: noting the beginning of the track used on the record General Dysfunction: venus envy Principalpoop: sanitary napkin rings Goldengun13: Stuck pig strength! Beet: Phone booth. Wahat's that ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: and out ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Rockstar, just back from New Jersey." DJTween: Hi Rockstar General Dysfunction: all the tricolor people are good sports Rockstar: I just thought I'd drop out and say hello. Hello. llanwydd: what color should I try Goldengun13: Much agreed! Beet: fag used to mean cigarette kestrel74: distorted fag shoes for the dead: they worship the holy Trinitron llanwydd: it still does Cat: nice of you to drop out, star ||||||||| "9:51 PM? 9:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Governor Slugwell should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Governor Slugwell enters and sits at the bar. Rockstar: Not staying long, I just thought I'd see what was happening here EWeston: Keep those speers away from th picture type tube llanwydd: now tune in llanwydd: and turn on Goldengun13: It's -all- happening here! Cat: firesign is always happening. us, just thursday night shoes for the dead: it was happening then Principalpoop: move along, move along, do not tap the link at the top to listien to firesign Rockstar: getting there yes. Making dinner, so only a few moments left General Dysfunction: whatdowedonow? late: aliens! Rockstar: Ah, station break Goldengun13: Register now! Principalpoop: on nooker street llanwydd: get into de sky were dey can't find you Goldengun13: Hmm, just a public cervix announcement kestrel74: Martian registration General Dysfunction: chickenprices Nabby: haha these are really fun EWeston: Unfold your registered aliens Beet: public cervix announcements General Dysfunction: I'm so glad I'm in town Principalpoop: geek dancing and free cheese logs Nabby: Mr. Foster Freeze Goldengun13: Can't even say it without making a Freudian slip ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Rockstar: Cool. These are the actual Firesigns on the audio? Beautiful Nabby: It's true and it's cruel General Dysfunction: alive and well and crying genic kestrel74: don't cry EWeston: THey can't find the geek dancers today of the quality of lastmonth llanwydd: freezing mr foster is brilliant glibness Nabby: I wept too ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Worker - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Elayne - dead from The Plague ||||||||| DoctorGogol - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: no don't freeze that john EWeston: My third eye leaked a little ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Regnad Kcin inside, makes a note of the time (9:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Beet: Elayne be gone shoes for the dead: fowl minded pervert ||||||||| 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!" Dexter Fong: Out of the gray ||||||||| 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!" llanwydd: love the name DoctorGogol Goldengun13: Watch out for the cheeselog! ||||||||| "9:55 PM? 9:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "eat it raw should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as eat it raw enters and sits in the comfy chair. llanwydd: he knows his russian lit Cat: lots of new folks tonight Goldengun13: Raw raw raw, that's the spirits we have here! llanwydd: HOW NEW ARE THEY? Dexter Fong: or new names at least kestrel74: I'm not new............. I'm old EWeston: Don't crowd the wheels now llanwydd: ....they're so new... Cat: Dead Souls? General Dysfunction: rabbits apart ||||||||| 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!" breeze: I am old but new Goldengun13: It's my first Firesign chat, actually. Bosco Hearn: Dead air. Cat: both are good, breeze Beet: Welcome breeze: twound DJTween: Hi EatIt Dexter Fong: Gold: How's it been so far? EWeston: Hope its been fun llanwydd: welcome Gg13. I had my first in 2002 Goldengun13: Most excellent! General Dysfunction: lucky duck sounds scary 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 breeze: been justa laughin Principalpoop: the river flows and flowing is always new and always old and huh what Cat: i was here on the first chat, 1995. still here llanwydd: incredible, cat Principalpoop: quite a log that cat kestrel74: That's an OLD cat ! Nabby: almost 20 Beet: You can't put your foot in the same river twice EWeston: You got your koan in my peanut butter llanwydd: a 20th century chatter DJTween: lol EW Dexter Fong: Beet: But you can always whiz in the stream shoes for the dead: that's Cats cot in the corner Beet: Important Principalpoop: ahh that is it, you guys are faster han googila llanwydd: by the way, chat means cat in french General Dysfunction: and that's important Goldengun13: Le chat noir? breeze: quick whips Cat: i am older than some, younger than others Principalpoop: no, chat means chat in french hehe Regnad Kcin: .revo thgir llef eh ,nuf on s'eH DJTween: we should change the same to The Firesign Tabby? EWeston: Got one of those, he beats on me General Dysfunction: been there, but soglad to be here ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. llanwydd: clever, reg ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cat: chat would be my name, if i were french Principalpoop: got the t-shirt and coffee cup and rash? shoes for the dead: Le Firesign, Tween EWeston: Un Gato Dexter Fong: Right on Vato llanwydd: if I were french my first name would be jean Goldengun13: Grand Funk Railroad! Now that's great. :) Beet: How did the boys fare popularity wise in Europe? EWeston: If I were French, my folks lied complexly to me Principalpoop: yes sir GFR Goldengun13: *Railway Nabby: Grand Funk Rarebit shoes for the dead: soap de la Chat Mort llanwydd: lol, weston DJTween: "sniffing the insides of their crystal microphones" lol llanwydd: ou est le chat mort? Goldengun13: Contact High Cat: have you seen my crystal spider? Merlyn: Contact High breeze: Railway Rarebit Mort EWeston: Deadcat soap, or the wombat? llanwydd: crystal who? Principalpoop: do robots dream of electric sheep? Nabby: Short and sweet Merlyn: They brought the Beatles in just for that one line Principalpoop: do you want to know a secret? Goldengun13: Clocksuckers! EWeston: Kaching! Goldengun13: To get back that lost time Dexter Fong: Chure man Merlyn: Does the NSA promise not to tell? late: aw man it's the dan EWeston: Yes but their finger keeps moving on the page shoes for the dead: I'd like to see this pamphlet Goldengun13: Yes, but Deputy Dan will find us wherever we go Beet: BTW hello NSA guy. Goldengun13: "Don't follow the balls when the hit the street" CeeJayHey: si Cat: its in the domm book Goldengun13: One of my favorite expressions Principalpoop: no taunting the spooks, especially when they are snowdenned hehe Nabby: The NSA is an algorithm named Fred ||||||||| 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: Right on!! General Dysfunction: right on Goldengun13: Fred, huh? Goldengun13: I thought it was Doctor Memory Nabby: DoMM - required listening Lucien: Anyone know if that's Phil Proctor reading the Spanish? General Dysfunction: boys and grooves EWeston: He's green and vary cat like Dexter Fong: Luc: Yes Nabby: Dr. M... .... ...ah.... ? ||||||||| 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!" llanwydd: wow, I never heard this part of the skit Cat: proc speaks many languages Beet: DOMM - Firesign Prep Goldengun13: Gypsy doctor Lucien: Yeah, that's what I'd been told. late: 'peace' officers, yeah right General Dysfunction: elegant farmer Lucien: So it figures. Goldengun13: They're peace men! Principalpoop: al gore rithm, al gore rithm, who could ask for anything more Goldengun13: From Police State EWeston: Benghazi in the morning DJTween: llanwydd: wow, I never heard this part of the skit << you need to buy DOMM, Llan :) late: this is the show that a lot of DF was taken from, so y, it's odd hearing it in original context Cat: i think ossman speaks spanish as well i know he lived in mexico as a child Goldengun13: Hmm, Ben Gazi? shoes for the dead: algol rythym DJTween: Didn't know that, Cat Principalpoop: spanish or mexican? Dexter Fong: si ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." llanwydd: have I been living under a rock? what is DOMM? General Dysfunction: white car brown car Beet: spanican llanwydd: death of my mom? Principalpoop: hispaniacs shoes for the dead: all the Radio shows, LLan Dexter Fong: lol llan CeeJayHey: Dole . . . . Rufus_T_Firetween: Llan >> ** Read the story behind DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Principalpoop: doctor of molecular monstrology llanwydd: don't open my mind? late: duke of madness motors Cat: not all, shoes. just 70-72. EWeston: Direct Occpation of Multiple Maples llanwydd: AHA Dexter Fong: LLAN: The Hour hour shows, Dear friends, and Dear friends Le' eat Cat: they started on the radio in 66. i discovered them on krla in 67 General Dysfunction: bote of them was like you DJTween: It's a DVD MP3 collection, and a book about the period Nabby: That's back a ways shoes for the dead: don't ait on yer pipe Llan ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Old same place - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Rockstar - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: sit General Dysfunction: giant whites EWeston: Duke of Madness Motoers...or Mufflers Principalpoop: woof woof yes master Cat: dr john's gris gris flavoured powders General Dysfunction: yes another beer Cat: would not have caught that ref without recent immersion in to that dr. john album shoes for the dead: rope salesman General Dysfunction: instupidedly Dexter Fong: Hey Nabby llanwydd: thanks for the tip tween. I'll check into domm EWeston: I might be a Baillio. But the restraining order must be gone by now llanwydd: great to be back again and great to see a lot of new names. see you all again sometime llanwydd: goodnight General Dysfunction: once hard up on shore EWeston: Nite mang Dexter Fong: Night llan Nabby: It is good to hear from ol' "Nabs" Principalpoop: get out llan, we don't want your kind in here General Dysfunction: bye llan Principalpoop: smooch Beet: nite llanwydd breeze: nite all I will be back thanks Dexter Fong: Poop; whew...I mean...whew! DJTween: Glad you were able to make it, LLan, see ya next time... Beet: bye breeze General Dysfunction: i love the fluteroom EWeston: Shaddup, he agreed Goldengun13: 'Night, seekers! I'll have to return for the next Firesign chat! :) shoes for the dead: locked up in the flute room Nabby: Nabs will appreciate the harvest Principalpoop: i was night all night, poor bastard deserved one kick for staying away so long Cat: by llan. come again Nabby: Bye Breeze Principalpoop: nice even ||||||||| "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: Look out for the aspidasdera by the door! Nabby: Take care Gg13 Principalpoop: ok golden all leaving ciao General Dysfunction: one of the oak molars may be trying to take root Nabby: Dr. Umm... Cat: by poop Beet: Doctor, uh, General Dysfunction: he's that guy Principalpoop: not me cat EWeston: Buh By Pooper Nabby: Night Ppoop Beet: Doivish General Dysfunction: he was walking by past clutter street Dexter Fong: Poop: Seems like a whole passel o' chatters want you gone EWeston: And stay away from that mandrake Beet: C ya Poop Cat: it's hard to know when people don't show up here for a while if they're gone for good or not Dexter Fong: Cat: Indeed General Dysfunction: those whitey's sure do keep up ||||||||| At 10:17 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: My cat Steve sez hi Governor Slugwell: I am here but GONE as well Cat: you are in 2 places at once? EWeston: My cat says meh Beet: Prostitoad Governor Slugwell: Always General Dysfunction: prostitoad Nabby: One gone cat there Governor Slugwell: And pussy cats to eat them when the sun... General Dysfunction: hyp cat CeeJayHey: This Clutch Boy ain't leavin' General Dysfunction: love it here General Dysfunction: ....goes down Lucien: ....goes down. EWeston: He's somewhere in the overhead, waiting to land, somewhere paiinful General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here Lucien: This is the portrait galler.. Governor Slugwell: almost typed an emoticon shoes for the dead: arctype Governor Slugwell: The is the portrait gallery EWeston: How'd he fit in the printer Governor Slugwell: this is the portrait gallery shoes for the dead: ) Cat: i want to cut this with giant rat and by the light of the silvery for a show on firfesign radio General Dysfunction: wisper shoes for the dead: that would work, Cat Governor Slugwell: Fur sign EWeston: I'll be listening for that Cat Governor Slugwell: Fur lined teacup ||||||||| 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." General Dysfunction: whisker away Governor Slugwell: Listening for the crack of doom on the hyrogen jukebox EWeston: Cup dryer time Governor Slugwell: feline thread General Dysfunction: this is my sworn duty shoes for the dead: sworn doody EWeston: Used dubbie Nabby: Must dash - thanks bunches Tween - take care Cat, Beet, Dec, shoes, GD, EW, CJH & all of you cute lil working earthloids DJTween: Later Nabby EWeston: Nabby bye bye shoes for the dead: by nab Governor Slugwell: Tabby Cat: by nabby Dexter Fong: Good e'en Darling Nabby CeeJayHey: See you on the flip side. ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles ||||||||| breeze - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Goldengun13 - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: Goodnight Nabby Governor Slugwell: Kill Morris General Dysfunction: unveil that thing! EWeston: And his chair! ||||||||| 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!" Governor Slugwell: Veiled reference General Dysfunction: catatonic consequences and toast EWeston: Muddled drapery General Dysfunction: dont call me shirley EWeston: Hokay Sue Governor Slugwell: Susan Underhill? General Dysfunction: bettyjoe bieoloski Governor Slugwell: !!!!!!!!!! Governor Slugwell: Pig night but you all knew that. DJTween: Giant Rat before Giant Rat EWeston: Sue Gorilla. Bosun for the secret zeppelin fleet for nefarious purposes ||||||||| 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' General Dysfunction: ahr arh aaarh shoes for the dead: there was a dj in Denver 69 or 70 and put in firesign bits Governor Slugwell: R the chats archived or written on the wind? Cat: i think there were a lot of djs in those days playing firesign DJTween: I do play FST on my Sunday show on occasion Governor Slugwell: And rolling bombers for the side table DJTween: Played P&B's "Power" last week shoes for the dead: only 3 or 4 word bit tho DJTween: I take requests :) Governor Slugwell: I am what I play. General Dysfunction: by golly I'll drink to that DJTween: You are what you Let's Eat! Governor Slugwell: And for the little guy. EWeston: Morse Sugar General Dysfunction: the ceiling is moving shoes for the dead: I play what am I Cat: for firesigns, the ceiling was always moving up EWeston: Change your strings, please Governor Slugwell: And deflate your shoes. General Dysfunction: am I played am I DJTween: They got a bunch of the Dear Friends clips from tyhis show DJTween: *this Dexter Fong: They did indeed tweeny EWeston: I play you like a tin flute Dexter Fong: EW: Is that the flute you got from the fluteroom? Governor Slugwell: And have witnesses to prove it. General Dysfunction: My Flynn Toot Beet: This was a good one. Great work, Tween. See everyone next week. G'Nite Cat: thanks again, tween Dexter Fong: Night Beet EWeston: I found it while spelunking in the piano Dexter Fong: Thanks Merlyn as always General Dysfunction: Great Night, good time all DJTween: Thanks all :) shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween and Merlyn!! Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny Cat: off we fly late: thanks man ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:33 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Cat by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Dexter Fong: Night Cat EWeston: I think I had a good time. Who said that! shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!! General Dysfunction: love thursday nites Dexter Fong: EW: I dunno, I wasn't watching DJTween: It's fun, fer sure :) Merlyn: nite everyone EWeston: Thats what ear breeding can do to you ||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:34 PM. Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn ||||||||| At 10:34 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, EWeston!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Governor Slugwell: I don't know what it is yet but it's fun. General Dysfunction: its the best Dexter Fong: It's the only =) ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Governor Slugwell: There is no one to blame. Dexter Fong: And I'm outta here too...se y'all next week ||||||||| At 10:36 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Governor Slugwell: Q the organist.... General Dysfunction: faretheewell ||||||||| General Dysfunction departs at 10:37 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| Governor Slugwell is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:37 PM. DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:39 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..." ||||||||| DJTween is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM. ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the yaws ||||||||| late - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Governor Slugwell waltzes in at 10:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Governor Slugwell runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Governor Slugwell?! It's 10:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Catherwood leads Jerehd inside, makes a note of the time (10:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Jerehd - dead from the common cold ||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from the common cold ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lucien - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| eat it raw - 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: ||||||||| titaniumbob - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "12:10 AM? 12:10 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Glen should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Glen enters and sits on the couch. ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from measles ||||||||| 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:
Andrew
Art Holelaugher
Beet
Bobz
Bosco Hearn
breeze
Cat
CeeJayHey
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dreamfinder
dude
Elayne
EWeston
FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume
General Dysfunction
Goldengun13
Governor Slugwell
Just call me Nancy
kestrel74
late
llanwydd
Lucien
Merlyn
Nabby
Principalpoop
Ralph
Regnad Kcin
Rockstar
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
titaniumbob
Worker
