Special appearance by
P.austin
Phil Austin as 'P.austin'
||||||||| 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 27, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTween sashays in at 6:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween gets out at 6:53 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to tune in to Firesign’s new 24/7 Radio Station Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to "Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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 - 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)' ||||||||| "8:32 PM? 8:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Porgy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Porgy enters and sits in front of the fireplace. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Glen in through the front door at 8:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hi Glen, Porgy Porgy: Hey hey! DJTween: music in a few minutes DJTween: you can link to the streams now if you wish ||||||||| Catherwood enters with dude close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. DJTween: Hi dude DJTween: streams are up, music in about 3 minutes ||||||||| pinknyte enters at 8:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hi pinknyte pinknyte: hi folks ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Patrick Moraz) - 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)' Porgy: it might get DJTween: might get? Porgy: ? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'damned kudzu', just granted probation at 8:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: it might get? you said DJTween: get what? DJTween: Hi kudzu DJTween: you sure picked the right nick to go with tonight's album :) ||||||||| Hawkmoth_Fan steals in around 8:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." damned kudzu: howdy ||||||||| 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." damned kudzu: y, trying to fit into context damned kudzu: are you playing the bonus stuff from new eobe release as well? DJTween: good question, kudzu, lemme check damned kudzu: it's a mixed bag - some interesting, some not, just curious ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bliss inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTween: looks like the copy I have is older DJTween: no bonus tracks :/ DJTween: Hi Bliss ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dr. Carlo Dog 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. damned kudzu: no prob DJTween: Hi Carlo ||||||||| Catherwood snorts derisively "It's 8:47 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and P.austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug. Dr. Carlo Dog: Woof Dr. Carlo Dog: It's my master! P.austin: Hey, I'm just guessing as to my login DJTween: Hey Phil! DJTween: it worked apparently, as you're in red P.austin: But at least I'm red Dr. Carlo Dog: I just got a jolt in my electrodes damned kudzu: omg Dr. Carlo Dog: Well red ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'HappyHarry', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Harry Porgy: Got ambushed by a wombat! ||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 8:50 PM. ||||||||| Beet bounds in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Beet: Howdy all. Bitter cold outside so perfect night to stay warm by the Firesign-side DJTween: Hey Mud, Beet Porgy: Hi Beet! Mudhead: Hello P.austin: I'm available tonight. Beet: Hi, Phil. Very nice to see you. damned kudzu: bet you say that to all the fine womenz ||||||||| 8:52 PM: Lucien jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTween: Hi Lucien Lucien: Heya. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Mudhead: Hi Phil, glad you could join us DJTween: Hi EW EWeston: Hi tweeny and yer friends Beet: I'm liking these tunes, Tween. I don't think I have heard this guy before. Beet: Hi EW ||||||||| Dexter Fong steals in around 8:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Hey Beet on Phil lip ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." DJTween: Moraz played on the Yes album Relayer, and was the keyboard player for the Moody Blues for many years DJTween: Hey Dexter EWeston: Don't ask me how and became on, its a mystery Beet: Nice pedigree Mudhead: shades of ELP Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny Beet Muddy and special firegreeasing to P.austin EWeston: Larruped from here to Goshen ||||||||| Nino enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTween: Hi Nino Mudhead: Hiya Dex Nino: Hello. This is Nino. Can I say... hello? Dexter Fong: Hi Nino, where am I? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts ''Bob'' inside, makes a note of the time (8:57 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Hi "Bob" DJTween: Hi Bob EWeston: Nino Heisenbirg says no, the cat died Nino: Well, there you are. Mudhead: Take the saw, cut the table. Use both halves to make a hole. Climb out the hole Nino Beet: Make some soap ||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jubal should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jubal enters and sits in the comfy chair. Dexter Fong: EW: Close your box! DJTween: Hi Jubal EWeston: Hokay... no I can still see him Dexter Fong: Jubalizzation ||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:58 PM, then departs. Jubal: Thanks for the warming....er...warning Dexter Fong: Stop peaking through the air holes EW DJTween: Hi shoes ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Cease', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Beet: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: Howdy! DJTween: Hi Cease Dexter Fong: Hi Cat ||||||||| Outside, the 8:59 PM downtown bus from Tennessee pulls away, leaving Moose coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cease: Is that the real Phil Austin? Mudhead: hi shoes, cease an all else DJTween: Hi Moose shoes for the dead: Hey Cat ||||||||| 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: Having a real existencial malstrom here. Send Sugar Dexter Fong: He's red isn't he? Jubal: dang hippie music! ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 27, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Dexter Fong: EW: Layers, guns and sugar is on the way Cease: Jesus Motherfucking Cocksuckin Christ,, ||||||||| 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 Pico & Alvarado falls out at 9:00 PM. ''Bob'': HONK! HONK! ||||||||| At 9:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Moose!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Moose inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. damned kudzu: you guys settle down EWeston: Good ready for some players for some seven card tarow Beet: Hi Pico Cease: Or someone like him ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Hellmouth." Pico & Alvarado: I like my sugar with coffee and cream... Merlyn: Hey phil, brian westley here Mudhead: Hi Merlyn ||||||||| uhClem tiptoes in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." Pico & Alvarado: hey beet! damned kudzu: pink hotel ''Bob'': I would love to see this album get re-released with more compression... The loud sections scare the dog. EWeston: Merly ||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM uptown bus from British Columbia pulls away, leaving Cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Nino: Is this thing on? DJTween: Hey Merlyn DJTween: Hi Cat shoes for the dead: on who? EWeston: Katz Dexter Fong: Hi cat? Cat: Hi tween Cat: Dex ||||||||| boringlarry steals in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi larry Cat: It's a bit hard to riff in reality lansd ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:03 PM, dragging squeeze_the_wheeze by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTween: You call this reality? Cat: boring, you are not alone EWeston: And hard to use a drunk snake Dexter Fong: No ..this is lansd damned kudzu: zork zork zork DJTween: Hi wheeze Nino: Derp Cat: we do what we can, twen EWeston: Kapwing! Beet: The way these games work hasn't really changed much just a bit more sophisticated graphics I guess damned kudzu: infocom shoes for the dead: easy to use a stiff snake tho Moose: A lot of stuff is happening to me squeeze_the_wheeze: greetings a Nino: What are we listening to? Moose: I had a hard time figuring this stuff out DJTween: and it's not even Moose season yet Cat: moosem a lot of stuff is happening to everybody Moose: And it better not be soon! DJTween: This is The Pink Hotel Burns Down, the precursor to EOBE Nino: Pippin impression? damned kudzu: it's dark here, you're likely to be eaten by a grue EWeston: Its always new Moose. This one is pretty scatterred ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “EAT OR BE EATEN” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html' Cat: we are as firesign starting point Moose: So, are you all hardcore Firesign fans? I remember from the late 60s! DJTween: since the early 70's here Dexter Fong: I'm a softcore fan Cat: you listened to firesign back then, moose? Moose: Yep! I'm OLD Dr. Carlo Dog: No, a couple of leads led me here Nino: Moose, I am a bow-chicka-wow-wow fan Pico & Alvarado: hubba hubba Moose: 1969, Waiting for the Electrician Dr. Carlo Dog: I used to just be in the chorus ||||||||| Donalynette enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. 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 Cat: i was in high schooll when friend turned me on to krla show, march 67 shoes for the dead: i used to mainline the stuff damned kudzu: damned trolls stole his plymouth Nino: I was listening to the wrong stream! Moose: I found it helped to have an altered consciousness Cat: and your veins have never been happier, shoes shoes for the dead: the one that got peed in/ boringlarry: 69, electrician for me too... ||||||||| 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." Pico & Alvarado: i,m on Nino: I'm on the grid now. Beet: I love this one EWeston: Not Insane was my intro Cat: you have a great radio voice, tween Pico & Alvarado: fightins where the fairs at Nino: He's using voice commands like my smartphone uses. shoes for the dead: the only one I get flashbacks from DJTween: Thanks, Cat :) ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Jubal - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Porgy - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Bliss - dead from the yaws ||||||||| P.austin - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: Phil!! We barely knew ye... Cat: is austin here? EWeston: Phil's dead Dexter Fong: Not any ore Moose: You wanna hear me rap? DJTween: Guess he's trying to set up Skype damned kudzu: hacker core! EWeston: Keep those uppers down shoes for the dead: now he's putside loking in Pico & Alvarado: Phils Dad Dr. Carlo Dog: No Austin's in Austin DJTween: lol Carlo ||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Donalynette vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! EWeston: Phil's dadist Pico & Alvarado: Hexus DJTween: Most times, it is ;) ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and Donalynette waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. damned kudzu: can you use skype in the afterlife/seance? Cat: thats a lot of letters damned kudzu: insert the disk DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Cat: fuck the whaT? EWeston: with the Madam Blosphosky app Pico & Alvarado: this is a great disk Pico & Alvarado: **** the duck DJTween: Yeah, it's a lot of fun :) Cat: true, pico. Dr. Carlo Dog: Plastic disks? EWeston: That duck was never meant to fly shoes for the dead: road and hearse Pico & Alvarado: but now he sails ||||||||| Donalynette leaves at 9:13 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..." ||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from South Carolina pulls away, leaving Donalynette coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: yet he sails!! Moose: Oh no! Moose meat is eaten by Lions? EWeston: And in a nice sloop too DJTween: Help Catherwood, Dona's caught in a revolving door! ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside DJTween and inquires "Did you want something?" damned kudzu: damned kudzu Pico & Alvarado: men eating tigers Cat: it would be great to hear from firefans here DJTween: Catherwood, please give Donalynette a chair ||||||||| Catherwood gives donalynette a chair. shoes for the dead: men eating squirels Mudhead: over here? EWeston: Sad eyed clown eating sad eyed orphans, in black velvet Pico & Alvarado: electric highway Nino: Chi chi! Cat: chi chi DJTween: Yes folks, please do let me know if you'd like to Skype in and talk to us :) Pico & Alvarado: my my Cat: chicago of an earlier reality shoes for the dead: clown eating opium eyes? EWeston: Ur urs Pico & Alvarado: bear whiz for me damned kudzu: "i'll always be singing this song" DJTween: Just send your Skype name to me in a private message, so I can call you Moose: I think I'm lost . . . nice talking at you all ||||||||| "9:16 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Moose, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. EWeston: Don't settle for the guts. Go for the eyes! DJTween: awwww :( DJTween: sorry Moose... Cat: you too, moose damned kudzu: did we tick him off? EWeston: By Moose Pico & Alvarado: falling into a roomful of warm eyeballs DJTween: He got lost in Labyrinth damned kudzu: chamber of 32 doors, man Cat: what a sightful room Dexter Fong: I think he's headed towards Boner City EWeston: Some of those eyeballs has tentacles Dr. Carlo Dog: I bit him damned kudzu: in the toilet! Dr. Carlo Dog: Some of them have hats EWeston: Bad dog, sit squeeze_the_wheeze: he should have kept his thumb on the script...like i do..that way i never get lost Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “EAT OR BE EATEN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln Pico & Alvarado: Love Tentacle Cat: you read walter cronkite's rules for old men, dex? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Nabby', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTween: Hi Nabby Nabby: Hi Tween Dexter Fong: No, I haven't Cat EWeston: Tentalce all ray blasters! Pico & Alvarado: Walter Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood ignores Pico & Alvarado shoes for the dead: hey Nabby Nabby: Hi All Cat: 93 year old writer, i'd love to be that old and thst aware Beet: Hey Nab DJTween: Sounds interesting, Cat Cat: fuck you, dex Dexter Fong: Daraling Nabby DJTween: lol Cat Pico & Alvarado: Darling Nabby Dexter Fong: What's that about Cat? DJTween: just on general principle, Cat? ||||||||| Catherwood ushers elpoptart inside, makes a note of the time (9:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Dexter Fong: Thanks PPPP&A Cat: not dying is a constant battle DJTween: Hi tart elpoptart: yo Pico & Alvarado: MOOK shoes for the dead: elpee! Cat: we do what we can, eh? ||||||||| "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!" Pico & Alvarado: dont leave Cat: hi pop DJTween: Some great FST faux-commercials on this album Nabby: Indeed Tween DJTween: Shoplifter's is one of my all-time favorites Mudhead: I like Dead Cat Soap myself Cat: yes tween, i think the firesign roll on comercials damned kudzu: you said it - there are a few more in the bonus stuff, but they def used the beeter ones DJTween: and rock, even ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs. Cat: not dead .also not soap damned kudzu: better ones Pico & Alvarado: Strafe Dexter Fong: Hey Poop DJTween: Hey P, you're late Nabby: Hi Ppoop EWeston: Pooper yow Principalpoop: howsah howsah Dr. Carlo Dog: Wanna let me chase ya around the room? C'mon... Principalpoop: sorry mister tweeny Cat: hi dog EWeston: Thisa thisa shoes for the dead: when they leave the claws in it really scrubs Beet: I think I am inspired to get the new CD of this one. DJTween: Don't chase the Cat, Carlo DJTween: the link Mudhead: Catherwood throw the ball for the dog ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mudhead and mumbles "oh, fuck off Mudhead!" DJTween: The link's at the top of the page, Beet Dr. Carlo Dog: All my FST shirts have huge holes in them... time to reorder damned kudzu: they included the original 8 bit graphics slide show as a .mov on the new release - this part's kind of cool Cat: sounds like a steely dan lyric Nabby: Head rush DJTween: Catherwood, give the dog a chew toy ||||||||| Catherwood hands the dog a chew toy. ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" Beet: Thanks Dr. Carlo Dog: No one ever gets them but I don't care Cat: tongiht i chase the cherry wine Principalpoop: you need at least 4 holes in them EWeston: Don't give him any sugar cubes Pico & Alvarado: eat or be eaten shoes for the dead: sounds like ya caught it, Cat Principalpoop: don't do it, that is another one of the bugs ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Nabby: Nice paisley horsey ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Donalynette - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Cease - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| boringlarry - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... damned kudzu: flip the disk Pico & Alvarado: if it's not meat, it's not food Dr. Carlo Dog: Not for broadcast Dr. Carlo Dog: Doesn't pronounce well Nabby: Not for breakfast Pico & Alvarado: cat bait ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Denys inside, makes a note of the time (9:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign T-shirts, coffee mugs and other goodies now available at >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: Thank you Mr. Pronouncer DJTween: Hi Denys Cat: Waht? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “EAT OR BE EATEN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln Principalpoop: glow in the dark duck hats Dr. Carlo Dog: Anyone else have the entire Duke of Madness disk on your phone? Gotta love the 21st century shoes for the dead: is a pronoun like a proverb? DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html EWeston: Don't do that with your knees Pico & Alvarado: 86000 enamel switches and plates Cat: How oftenh is this riff used in firesign stuff? damned kudzu: mmmmm fires Principalpoop: in assorted decorator colors Cat: hi poop. DJTween: The next bit coming up is (I'm quite sure) a parody of Hill Street Blues DJTween: "Police Problems" Nabby: The what's in stock bit cat? Nino: He said Bochco Principalpoop: hello mister vancouver, how is the van you are covering? EWeston: In missassorted flavor red green and pluto Cat: i only knew of hill street when a fellow teacher gave me a vid of it Cat: in tokyo in 80s, not a lot of such Principalpoop: sing the blues DJTween: I'll bet shoes for the dead: booker! Dr. Carlo Dog: And pat your pants Beet: Just ordered EOBE ''Bob'': I miss Hill Street. Why isn't it streaming somewhere? EWeston: Sling the booze DJTween: yayy Beet :-) Cat: booze is where i'm at Pico & Alvarado: clink shoes for the dead: Beet I hope it's still warm when it gets there Nabby: a fave commoercial Beet: I have faith Principalpoop: colonel clink Pico & Alvarado: kudzu theological seminary Principalpoop: hehe he said seminary hehe damned kudzu: what? EWeston: Sings a duet with Bob Principalpoop: white punks on dope elpoptart: dat synth damned kudzu: strange goings on at kudzu t Nabby: great track shoes for the dead: only theolobically tho Nino: These keyboard songs are making me feel all ooky. DJTween: FST's music is always so polished, like the rest of their productions Nino: not songs, sounds EWeston: They are on the road again, The Tubes Principalpoop: a might important affair DJTween: really? wow ||||||||| Catherwood leads General Dysfunction in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: mighty DJTween: Hello General Pico & Alvarado: theobobically General Dysfunction: so happy Beet: Hey Gen Dys Principalpoop: biopscyhally Cat: the beatles of comedy DJTween: ** anyone want to Skype during the break? EWeston: Heard an ad in Seattle recently for them. Say a Halloween show by them yaers ago, hot Pico & Alvarado: i'm in love with the sphinx Nabby: bunnies & burrows DJTween: I'll bet, EW Cat: hey folks, talk to tween. DJTween: :) Principalpoop: follow my instructions exactly Cat: hi nabby EWeston: Nice paint on the dancers too damned kudzu: initials on the screen! Dr. Carlo Dog: SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Principalpoop: hawkmoth ||||||||| "9:34 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Carlo Dog, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. Nabby: Hi Cat General Dysfunction: catching up, i'm one of the bugs DJTween: just give me your Skype name in a private message (choose my name from the pop-up menu) Cat: poop you've beem here for a long time you should talk to tween EWeston: Someone left the doggy door open General Dysfunction: ruff DJTween: Yeah Poop, come on Principalpoop: huh? no no no, i am a nobody EWeston: Srickenmup DJTween: you're a Firehead Pico & Alvarado: I wonder if this game takes plastic Nabby: Love the Firesign guys' voice fx and processing, yum DJTween: that's all the qualification anyone needs :) General Dysfunction: gimmeyershooes ''Bob'': We're all bozos on this bus, Poop. shoes for the dead: north korean rolex ripoff Beet: We're all nobody Cat: ihow many times have i been on? too many Nabby: Ppoop you are somebody EWeston: Give it a shot Pooper Principalpoop: barking up the wrong tree, i want to hear fong again DJTween: and welcome on again any time you like, Cat damned kudzu: pull a free knob! General Dysfunction: ruff Cat: no beet, what firesign teaches us. we are not alone. Nabby: lol kudzu EWeston: Are you channeling the doctor? General Dysfunction: eat bad street dog Cat: knowlege combines and increases shoes for the dead: Dr. ummm.... uhClem: Doctor Memory? DJTween: Yeah, Fong, go for it Pico & Alvarado: there's a bunch of Indians out there! Cat: hi clem EWeston: Good street dogs are getting rare, and valuable Pico & Alvarado: i read Gypsy doctor Principalpoop: i prefer avenues shoes for the dead: tasy too Beet: I wasn't using "nobody" in a bad sense. Much like not being anywhere at all (if you know what I mean) DJTween: Lots of Korean restaurants in your neighborhood, EW? General Dysfunction: no don't fall into the pit General Dysfunction: bigbad kudzzu uhClem: Um barney EWeston: One closed to reopen as a bug pit. Beetles our speciality! Cat: if you get my drift General Dysfunction: what leprechaun scan Principalpoop: the old leprechan scam Beet: Love it ''Bob'': You know, FT is a lot like Shakespeare: you remember it as being High Art, but when you actually go back and listen? It's all dick jokes. General Dysfunction: i'm a chicken Nabby: joycean Cat: how's bambi, clem Principalpoop: sqwark sqwark ''Bob'': Not that there's anythynge wrong with that. General Dysfunction: yes bits yes bits Pico & Alvarado: The old leprechan scam EWeston: Old Irish curse, May the ground always rise up to meet your feet Principalpoop: chaucer General Dysfunction: rich windmills yes! shoes for the dead: not face ? EWeston: He missed? Dexter Fong: EW: I thought it was "may the ground always rise up to meet your face" ''Bob'': Him, too. Nabby: clean and free EWeston: LOL Dex Beet: only on drink nights DJTween: lol Dex General Dysfunction: may the road be happy to meet your face Cat: Bob, it were al dick jokes, even philip k dick jokes, would not explain firesign brillinace Principalpoop: after the bricks hit him, he let go of the rope Dexter Fong: ...may the wind never break in front of you Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv General Dysfunction: ha dex EWeston: Reminds me of the Hitchhikers guides instrution on flying. Through yourself to the ground, and miss ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “HEY, BANANA NOSE!”- 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: that's what fallings Nabby: Thanks Rufus Cat: I just discovered that my fave dirctore was most influencced by my fav author. General Dysfunction: that's what falling is all about Cat: good for you, clem EWeston: Keep at it till you finaly miss shoes for the dead: fave dictator? DJTween: oops, iTunes glitched General Dysfunction: let's eat!! Beet: Just ate Nabby: Eating ||||||||| 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!" Cat: 9? General Dysfunction: eat again 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 Beet: good idea Nabby: Shhh General Dysfunction: wheat noise Principalpoop: it EWeston: More tripe, with spots this time Nabby: shut your mouth General Dysfunction: shm yrm mth Principalpoop: i see son Nabby: it's that whistling track EWeston: Spreek engrish troop! Beet: hard to eat with my mouth shut shoes for the dead: ice season Principalpoop: a clean minded person General Dysfunction: mmm rumor and inuendo i love it EWeston: What kinda harppon do you like for ice huntng Principalpoop: shouldn't I be able to control my mind? shoes for the dead: a hot poker General Dysfunction: dear son yar a mon Nabby: and why Principalpoop: when General Dysfunction: nobody bats 500 EWeston: My fav interior design feature, tillTuesday ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:48 PM, dragging P.austin by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" ''Bob'': Tea for two, and two for tea... pass the tea, man. General Dysfunction: judgenunez ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: Pass him on the rught Principalpoop: he is not red, is it him? ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Cat: Hi Phil DJTween: welcome back, Phil Nabby: Greetings Dexter Fong: Greasings P.austin: Hey, I'm back DJTween: Merlyn is the guy who knows about the log-ins shoes for the dead: Bannanna nose Jr!! EWeston: Yow goodt! General Dysfunction: my body is dominating my mind! Principalpoop: salutattions P.austin: I know virtually nothing EWeston: Hard to lay a whip there shoes for the dead: exocise it GD Beet: Everything is virtual these days Principalpoop: experts know more and more about less and less until they know everything about nothing Nabby: well said ppoop Nabby: Top men EWeston: Virtual virtue, will it sell? Cat: pa is now two places at once General Dysfunction: yeah poop Principalpoop: visceral and virtual, v words are fun shoes for the dead: only with bitcoin, EW Cat: vaginas, victorias, EWeston: Give Vicky back her underwear Beet: You could have a proxy for your virtue General Dysfunction: it's god's fault thank god Principalpoop: virtue is it's own reward, but the same is true for vice DJTween: Man, BTC has taken quite a dive P.austin: I just at home, eating dinner DJTween: Mt. Gox is now Molehill Gox Principalpoop: bend over Nabby: that whistling track has me mesmerized by now oops it's gone Cat: not in red, phil? Principalpoop: bon ap notre ami EWeston: Some nice weather in the area Beet: Arson school burned down Nabby: Ben Dover Principalpoop: dog wants out, brb P.austin: Guess I should be listening ... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:54 PM and bozo steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. General Dysfunction: learn while you burn Nabby: learn while you burn Nabby: lol GD Cat: how are the dogs, phil? DJTween: Hi bozo shoes for the dead: damn scho.. 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 General Dysfunction: echo in here ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" EWeston: Trap it quick! Nabby: I must complete my bust ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from measles ||||||||| Nino - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| pinknyte - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| HappyHarry - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: our dog icy slipped on some black ice this morning and required much assistsance to get up Nabby: echo ||||||||| 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: In silicon? General Dysfunction: the cats come boppin down the street Beet: he slipped on himself? P.austin: Hey, Cat: dogs are all good. New fence being built in their pasture. Nabby: yes, wafers....*sigh* shoes for the dead: in public? Cat: Is Oona still selling photo-food? General Dysfunction: i am the president's ....i don't wanna be that.. Cat: We should talk. I'm doing something with food and imagery/ Nabby: great piece
DJTween wonders what photos eat EWeston: Never wafer your silicon Nabby: good pernt EW EWeston: Your...soul P.austin: OonAs pretty much officially retired. Still gets calls each month for huge paying jobs and turns them down. Life is good. General Dysfunction: dorcas point, the ritz, he was right behind him Nabby: nice, PA EWeston: Kwuel retirement has a good feel ||||||||| 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!" Cat: I'm only in the vicinity of speach Cat: so typing better than babbling EWeston: Don't spoke it Beet: A lot of mileage out of the Spartacus soundtrack Nabby: Don't poke it Nabby: koff koff ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Moose', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... shoes for the dead: smoke it EWeston: It'll never heel General Dysfunction: bloody year Dexter Fong: wb Moose Cat: i/m glad to hear oona is still needed. like a firesign album that will or will not happen ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: Our Moose am back, good shoes for the dead: get ne of those zap collars, EW General Dysfunction: bufffalllo ||||||||| 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!" Cat: whatr has happened has done us the good that it has done us Moose: Yes, I came back . . . Beet: He's not for sale ||||||||| 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." EWeston: Color coordinated or reversed? Mudhead: Im feelin it Mudhead: g'nite dear friends ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| At 10:01 PM, Mudhead dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." EWeston: Bye Mudhead Cat: by mud. keep clean' EWeston: He's quick shoes for the dead: bye Mud Nabby: Bye M--- Beet: See ya Mud General Dysfunction: put your finger where your mouth is, bye mudhead Cat: phil went red EWeston: Check your 6 Principalpoop: back Nabby: Check those corners Cat: urugay has legal dope now. profecy of whag? General Dysfunction: king of duckberg, eddie shoes for the dead: i only use cash Principalpoop: don't grab the martyrs, they are nice fellows EWeston: Check out those corenors ''Bob'': Nite, all. Thanks for the fun, DJTween. P.austin: Do we want an FST download store? Principalpoop: ciao bob Cat: you are leaving, bob? Beet: Absolutely, Phil EWeston: See yez Bob General Dysfunction: you were there? Nabby: Garsh yes very much PA Merlyn: sure phil DJTween: You mean like offering digital audio downloads, Phil? shoes for the dead: yuppers Phil DJTween: Would probably be a really good addition Cat: we are here for you, phil P.austin: Yeah, starting with Give Me Immortality ... General Dysfunction: in 1909 so many horses, yay horses EWeston: a good thing, I don't see a down for it Nabby: That would be sweet Nabby: Ditto Cat Beet: Very exciting idea. P.austin: Thanks, Elayne ... General Dysfunction: out of control on 101 shoes for the dead: out of control!!!!! Cat: let's do this, eh? EWeston: The control stores were allclosed Nabby: Blbblblbb Beet: Pimp softball team EWeston: Allrightsremoved Principalpoop: clarence snake General Dysfunction: chuck cheek EWeston: Worked for routorooter Nabby: you had to use your hands? General Dysfunction: been persuaded since i looked in the mirror Nabby: great choice Tween DJTween: Thanks, Nabby :) Principalpoop: a robot cow General Dysfunction: plastic angle irons, robot cow Moose: Do you all know each other? EWeston: Been frowned since I began to caw, er claw Cat: tween alters reality. in a good way Principalpoop: who? him? Dexter Fong: We know some of us Cat: moose, some of us know some of us Nabby: He sure does shoes for the dead: CAW CAW EWeston: We keep keerful knotes on each other ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Denys - dead from jaundice ||||||||| bozo - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: i know all of you in a nonway, gratefully P.austin: We know nothing ... Moose: OK . . . BTW, I'm a girl! EWeston: Merely laughing at the distractions Dexter Fong: Ah..but knowing we know nothing is the most important knoledge of all shoes for the dead: i don't know who i am Principalpoop: prove it, tell us about periods or something Cat: As opposed to everything Dexter Fong: shoes: Check with Nino EWeston: So'k I'm a secret Zeppilin captin Moose: Don't have em anymore . . . Nabby: I'm not who I think you are shoes for the dead: Nino lies Principalpoop: pregnant or post-menopausal Beet: Ah, such a beautiful and profound nothing it is. ||||||||| 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." Moose: P-M Nabby: Blasted @#$%! EWeston: Nini naps Cat: proc/berg told a young penn to learn everythingl still a good idea Principalpoop: i was a librarian, neither fish nor fowl General Dysfunction: p-m is wonderful EWeston: Just a fowl minded pervert Principalpoop: prevert hehe Moose: It beats the alternative . . . Cat: poop, being a librarian would be the ulltmate job shoes for the dead: chicken straightener Beet: bird brain General Dysfunction: galloping comet's tails EWeston: Some people like a feather, for some its not enough Nabby: shoes Principalpoop: now with google, librarians are redundent shoes for the dead: Nabby Principalpoop: great cesears ghost General Dysfunction: too many toes Cat: any news, phil? ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:14 PM and porgy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Merlyn: great Caesar's Romero Principalpoop: you can never have too many toes General Dysfunction: while we still got our own four skins EWeston: I like to give our liberarian a good dusting on occasion Beet: How do bookburners succeed when they are all now digital Moose: Blow up your Kindle? ||||||||| 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: is she stacked EW? General Dysfunction: moonbunny? Beet: lol Moose General Dysfunction: dah dah dee dum dum EWeston: Yes, its where we keep the furnature polish Principalpoop: farenheight 4551, melting point of cds ||||||||| Glen steps in at 10:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Beet: BTW hello NSA guy DJTween: Hi Glen, porgy Glen: YO Nabby: hey Glen Principalpoop: and all the packet sniffers at sea EWeston: Well got a whole shipping container of furnatur polish du to a simple mistake DJTween: lol P ||||||||| Outside, the 10:17 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Chatto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: how rude! offer him some opium eyes DJTween: Hi Chatto DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Principalpoop: you liked that tween? prevert Nabby: Caw caw Glen: did I miss the EOBE? DJTween: lol Principalpoop: the snake, follow the snake General Dysfunction: it's always a simple mistake ||||||||| 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: Yes,but it'll replay DJTween: Yeah, that started playing around 9pm EST General Dysfunction: no snappy remarks about the hairnets Chatto : hello is this the mensterbation forum? EWeston: Yah complex mistakes get all the good press Moose: Do they do a different broadcast every week? DJTween: Get here around 8:45pm for the warm up music and to be sure you're well connected to the stream Principalpoop: I was dreaming I was awake, and then I woke up and found I was asleep Moose: (You can tell I'm a newbie) Glen: Fishbag hairnet! EWeston: No its the Munster Banton sckool Nabby: Different featured material every week Chatto : that damn butterfly ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: i get hallucinations oh those hairnets DJTween: We hope all the newcomers will make themselves regulars :-) shoes for the dead: ya Moose they will all play at some time Glen: Gotta run. Cops at the door! Moose: I've heard abour four altogether. Principalpoop: yes moose, generally an album first and then some collected item EWeston: Give them a kiss General Dysfunction: its always the cops Principalpoop: cheese it the cops glen Cat: hi cpos ||||||||| 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: I'm playing all the albums in order of release date, along with some older material like this shoes for the dead: Cop me a feel Chatto : don't worry about them they are whit with foam Cat: cops General Dysfunction: chops ||||||||| Catherwood enters with koyemsi close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule. Moose: I have the Georgie TIrebiter song stuck in my mind EWeston: Don't taze me bro Principalpoop: i'm gonna turn in my badge Nabby: Funny foam? shoes for the dead: cheops Principalpoop: he is a spy and a girl delighter afterall Chatto : an I for an I leaves the whole world blnd EWeston: Gunna burn my uniform Rufus_T_Firetween: Proctor & Bergman's "Power" next week, and "Give Us A Break" whever Phil P lets me know he wants to show up ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: no 2 taze Moose: Just a student like you. DJTween: Hi Koy DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST Beet: Firesign in Nam. Cool. EWeston: Slukes Nabby: Clari*squeak!* Chatto : the little white dog says hi EWeston: An slucks too Nabby: arf she said EWeston: Final try sulks Principalpoop: the quick brown fox jumps over the sleeping little white dog who says hi General Dysfunction: ruff Chatto : etaoin surely Dexter Fong: skulks Dexter Fong: skulls Dexter Fong: sculls Moose: how can you be two places at once when you're not anywhere at all? Principalpoop: no sulking, skulking is perfectly fine Cat: this is so good shoes for the dead: Good pome snap snap Dexter Fong: sluice General Dysfunction: since then i've been harmless ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Skulkookians Nabby: Steve the cat says hi Chatto : shrdlu and don't call me surly Cat: i can feel my brain expanding Moose: All hail Marx and Lennon Principalpoop: oh nicky nick nick Nabby: hail! ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: Lucy the cat says hi ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" EWeston: Onyx the cat says ZZZzzzzzzz Beet: Groucho and John shoes for the dead: inner insolence EWeston: Bert and Fred Chatto : she idolizes nyan dog General Dysfunction: it is late for catz Principalpoop: cyan, just say red and be done with it Nabby: Brain expansion may result in moderate outfreakage be careful EWeston: Let it rise naturally Nabby: Let it rise Chatto : phooey cat says "I quit" shoes for the dead: then knead Beet: It's the yeast you can do ||||||||| 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." General Dysfunction: fruitfully rising EWeston: Quick hire that cat Principalpoop: give my knees to the needy koyemsi: the power's coming up through the table EWeston: I'm here, standing on three legs, The fourth one fell off shoes for the dead: give my naughts to the naughty Nabby: how many knees would the needy need if....? Principalpoop: put your afflicted part on the screen and let the power of FST heal you Chatto : Latin fort ail is penis General Dysfunction: indelible, infallible doddering on koyemsi: invaluable Chatto : Rasputin is fort ale Principalpoop: hehe he said penis hehe Nabby: lol GD Nabby: you can't penis online anymore Cat: every thing is a penis Nabby: say General Dysfunction: i would never say penis Principalpoop: doddering, almost like dawdling, but not quite Nabby: I think that was a Freudian slip EWeston: But you can Benghazi everywhere Beet: Getting the shaft Moose: Doddering better than drooling Chatto : hehe yeh yeh indeluvial effluvial applesauce Cat: ossman's poet voice is awsome General Dysfunction: dawrdling? Principalpoop: I hear the word vagina on tv a lot now, hehe I said vagina hehe Nabby: yes it's a technical term GD DJTween: It is, Cat Principalpoop: dawdle, you don't dawdle? Chatto : "he is the man who takes notes" EWeston: Someone needs a lip job Nabby: yepsk Cat General Dysfunction: he he DJTween: I could imagine him doing coffee house beat stuff ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live Radio Free Roadkill show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' shoes for the dead: snap snap. DJT Nabby: Beat St. Jack...wait a sec ; ) 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 ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: love this place, i'm laughing forever EWeston: Phil, hate to see you die twice in one night, your fading Nabby: Like & Tweet DJTween: :) Principalpoop: seriously? lol Chatto : as soon as I sheath my tail, this will be over Dexter Fong: Rufus: Can't I like the FST from my present location? shoes for the dead: this live studio one is great General Dysfunction: might as well sit down on the dog DJTween: 24/7, Dex Cat: the lads need more fans Nabby: Who's Fletcher? koyemsi: is that like hopping in your wife? Principalpoop: like old carson monologues, even the bad ones are good Dexter Fong: 10/4 Tween Chatto : oh it helps Cat: people buying their stuff Nabby: Oh don't be Koy Principalpoop: 54 40 or fight EWeston: Trying to get all the words on the Not Unsane version was challanging General Dysfunction: thump and run! shoes for the dead: ike yourselves! Chatto : we should kidnap craig ferguson Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php General Dysfunction: they won't leet me shoes for the dead: yuppers EW koyemsi: i can't get the streaming to work, what part of the episode are we at? Nabby: side 5 ||||||||| Moose leaves at 10:34 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..." EWeston: Don't let Dr, Dog hear about the stuffed dogs damned kudzu: it's over... Principalpoop: tween already took the link down Dexter Fong: koy: The ending unfortunately Nabby: ; ) Beet: This was a fun night. Thanks for dropping in, Phil. Thanks Tween. Nite all. Chatto : 31!+3 Chatto : she has paws on Cat: thanks again, tween Merlyn: and thanks to you, Tweeny Dexter Fong: Thanks tween EWeston: Bah bye Beet Nabby: Thank you Merl & Tweet, er, Tween! Merlyn: and hey Phil shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween and Merlyn!!!! Chatto : be well koyemsi: boo. i always forget about the firesign chat until it's almost over damned kudzu: but that would be illegal Nabby: Night PA and every1 Chatto : got mewling? Principalpoop: thank you tween, yes M, you fong, cat beet nabby, ew, gosh too many good week all koyemsi: hi phil, if you're still here Merlyn: night all Nabby: Got a buzzzz EWeston: Good show, good looking rabble too, buye all ||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 10:36 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: Good to see you, Phil Principalpoop: ciaooo ||||||||| 10:36 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). damned kudzu: sect change Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and thanks ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Dexter Fong: Later poop Chatto : 10 little Indians game is seriously depressing Chatto : be well all of thee ||||||||| EWeston sneaks in around 10:36 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: Don't let Dr, Dog hear about the stuffed dogs General Dysfunction: hate to let it go, wonderful evening, happy trails to all' Dexter Fong: Night General ||||||||| At 10:37 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "10:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny ||||||||| koyemsi departs at 10:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Chatto : Daria points her finger: woof! Chatto : glad I caught y'all ||||||||| "10:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims General Dysfunction, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Dexter Fong: See anybody next week ||||||||| Dexter Fong departs at 10:39 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Cat: yes dex. at least somebody ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| P.austin - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| porgy - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Glen - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Chatto : I am gonna refresh my repartee with solo projects Chatto : add the captain tripps Cat: off we go ||||||||| Cat leaves at 10:41 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..." Chatto : ay I must walk that little white dog ||||||||| At 10:41 PM, Chatto vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhClem - dead from The Plague ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| damned kudzu - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Hawkmoth_Fan - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice ||||||||| EWeston - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lucien - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 12:11 AM: Governor Slugwell jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
''Bob''
boringlarry
Cat
Cease
Chatto
damned kudzu
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dr. Carlo Dog
elpoptart
EWeston
P.austin
General Dysfunction
Glen
Jubal
koyemsi
Lucien
Merlyn
Moose
Mudhead
Nabby
Nino
P.austin
Pico & Alvarado
pinknyte
Porgy
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze uhClem
