Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
04/03/2014

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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for April 03, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 6:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **'
||||||||| "6:22 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 8:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Ralph', just granted probation at 8:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Ralph: Hello, and welcome back to tomorrow's most recent program, which is already in progress..........
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Lil inside, makes a note of the time (8:35 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Lil
Lil: Hey guys
||||||||| Catherwood leads Elisande into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:36 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Radio Now Live! tonight
Lil: Finally got situated with a real PC so hoping to finally get sounf again
DJTween: Hi Elisande
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Lil: sound^0
DJTween: kewl Lil
Ralph: it's just this little chromium switch here.....
Lil: My chromium switch done broke for a while
DJTween: these things happen
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Captain Equinox close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Lil: Indeed they do
Lil: Catherwood get me a cocktail please so I can warm up
||||||||| Catherwood gets Lil a Pan-Galactic Gargle Blaster.
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
DJTween: music a little after 43 after the hour
DJTween: Hi Captain
DJTween: How you feeling, Charlie?
Lil: Thanks that was perfect. Have one yourself Catherwood old boy
||||||||| Catherwood thanks that was perfect have ones himself old boy .
Elisande: greetings and salavations
Captain Equinox: Better every day, Kurt! Thanks forasking.
Lil: lol
DJTween: you spit on us?
Captain Equinox: Greetings and conflagrations!
DJTween: good to hear, Captain :)
Elisande: no nor in your general direction
Captain Equinox: Be back in 10 mins
Lil: lord is Monty Python here too?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts wall of science inside, makes a note of the time (8:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi WoS
Elisande: must be channeling him
Lil: I believe that tablets are a huge ripoff
DJTween: placebos?
Lil: those too
Elisande: relatives of bozos?
wall of science: woot woot it's thursday night
wall of science: howdy
Lil: but I meant the techie tablets
Lil: any relative is a placebo of mine Elisande
DJTween: of course ;)
DJTween: The people I know who have tablets really like them
Lil: I---have--SOUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DJTween: yayyyy :)
Lil: WOOOOHOOOOOOO
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Waylon Jennings & Los Lobos) - 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)'
Lil: depends on the kind of tablet I guess--what do they mostly use them for Tweenie
Elisande: 10 commandments?
DJTween: communications
Lil: LOL Elisande
DJTween: I know blind people who use them
Lil: hmmmmm.
DJTween: they have braille overlays and take dictation for things like IRC chat
Elisande: I am studying to pass the Sigmund Freud association test.
||||||||| 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!"
Lil: Maybe I was expecting too much
DJTween: I don't even have a smart phone, so really know nothing about that world
Ralph: thanks for that, i was confused
Elisande: Better Living Thru Technology
Lil: So far so good Elisande
DJTween: lol Elisande
Lil: What do you make of this inkblot E
Lil: No---smartphone Tween?????
Lil: Where do you store your smart then?
DJTween: nope, just a phone that does texting
Lil: that'll do fine by me
DJTween: lol, I know I put it around here somewhere....
Lil: call yourself on your landline
Ralph: what is this music I am hearing
DJTween: I have done that, actually :)
Ralph: ahhhhh .... Waylon and Lobos
Lil: lol
DJTween: Los Lobos "Just Another Band From East L.A."
Ralph: it's all beginning to make sense now........
DJTween: The whole terrible plot revealed itself
Ralph: once again, an early start to the weekend...............
Elisande: great music
DJTween: I like it :)
Elisande: or a late end to the weekend
||||||||| 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."
DJTween: They'er friends of The Grateful Dead, and the next song is their cover of the GD's "Bertha"
DJTween: a very late end it would be
DJTween: *They're
Lil: everybody form a conga line
DJTween: Catherwood, please form a conga line
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTween and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?"
Ralph: I, for one, wish to express my unbridled admiration and thanks to the crew for this streaming heap of unsterbliche wichtigkeit in the guise of comedic jest. I never tire of i.
Lil: LOL
Elisande: by the way, is Firetween any relative of R, J. Firefly?
DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone maracas
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone maracas.
Ralph: it
||||||||| Outside, the 8:55 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: RT Firefly indeed :)
DJTween: Hey cease
Lil: you bet your life he is
Ralph: the bespectacled one?
Elisande: marvelous
DJTween: Hail Freedonia!
Cease: Hi early folks
Captain Equinox: Los Lobos?
Ralph: the marxist connection
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Beet', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Lil: hey cease
Beet: Greetings all. Happy Firesign Thursday. Howdy Tween
Elisande: fits in with Album 1 then doesn't it.
Ralph: Bertha!!!
DJTween: Hi Beet
Lil: hi beet
Ralph: TURN UP THE MUSIC
Beet: hi lil
Lil: it's up for me ralph
Lil: wait that didn't sound right
Beet: Some hot tunes to start the night
DJTween: In case you hadn't heard the story behind this, supposed the GD were sitting around and one of those big oscillating fans which was in the room suddenly went crazy and started chewing things up
DJTween: That's what I heard, anyway
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Ralph: yes, but it's really good shit, Mrs. Presky.......
Elisande: gosh, it's been 20 years since I mIRCed it.
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTween: Hi Squeeze
Lil: I would like some strawberry licorice
Beet: Howdy squeeze
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya gang...i hope all is well
squeeze_the_wheeze: i missed and missed last week
||||||||| st slade bounds in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cease: strawberry wine for me.
Lil: I remember IRC and starchat vaguely
DJTween: Hi slade
Beet: Rainy night in the mountains of West Virginia
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 03, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Cease: this was originally irc
Lil: not obsidian Catherwood, strawberry
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Lil
st slade: Hi DJ
Lil: Catherwood I'm crushed, no cigar for you tonight
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Lil
||||||||| shoes for the dead bounds in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Lil: huff huff
Beet: hi shoes
Elisande: go ahead, squeeze my nose
shoes for the dead: saw them in Portland twice
squeeze_the_wheeze: everybody likes too
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 9:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “RADIO NOW LIVE!” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ'
DJTween: Hey Dexter
shoes for the dead: hey Dex
||||||||| 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!"
Elisande: I'm depraved, I have never seen them live. sniffle sniffle
squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry i was just rolling a couple of bombers and leaving them by the side table
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN CHAT TONIGHT ** * Tonight’s featured album: Firesign’s “RADIO NOW LIVE! (Part 1)" Every Thursday evening at 9pm EST, fans of the FIRESIGN THEATRE hold a live chat at: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/ it is accompanied by a live internet radio stream of Firesign albums and skits, including some very rare material which has never been released. Warm-up music starts around 8:45pm EST. Join us for the fun :-)
Cease: this is from the same tour i saw in seattle
shoes for the dead: thats drprived, but oh well...
Elisande: drprived it is
Dexter Fong: Evening all
DJTween: kewl Cease
shoes for the dead: we are all depraved
DJTween: It's a great recording
Lil: condolences E
Elisande: evening
st slade: The doctor is in, and inpriving
Cease: i have a photo from that show above this computer on the wall,
DJTween: The people who haven't made it in so far are missing a really good album
Elisande: I am green with envy
Cease: i should post that somewhere.
shoes for the dead: Cease, what date is this one?
Elisande: clashes with my red wall paint
DJTween: yes, please do
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN CHAT TONIGHT ** * Tonight’s featured album: Firesign’s “RADIO NOW LIVE! (Part 1)" Every Thursday evening at 9pm EST, fans of the FIRESIGN THEATRE hold a live chat at: https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/ it is accompanied by a live internet radio stream of Firesign albums and skits, including some very rare material which has never been released. Warm-up music starts around 8:45pm EST. Join us for the fun :-)
Cease: didnt they say april, 99?
Rufus_T_Firetween: whoa...
Rufus_T_Firetween: not what I intended to post lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Rufus_T_Firetween: that's better
Dexter Fong: Great timing rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween: info on the album there Shoes
Cease: iodnt remember if they started in seattle and went south or started in la and came north
Elisande: just glad they started
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
DJTween: yw
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
DJTween: Hi PrincP
wall of science: how much deeper would the oceans be if sponges didn't live there?
Principalpoop: what fong?
Principalpoop: hi tween, all
shoes for the dead: hi Poop
Captain Equinox: Hiya!
DJTween: nasty sponges, hoarding all that water
Principalpoop: high heeled fella
Dexter Fong: Hey Hi, Poop?
Beet: hi poop
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: nadirite
Principalpoop: i got the beet in me
Cease: poop
Dexter Fong: If it weren't for the sponges, the oceans would be rising even higher
Principalpoop: wottsop?
Principalpoop: dear friends
DJTween: so they're actually doing a service, eh Dex?
Beet: more (beet) sugar
Principalpoop: add the L splonge
Dexter Fong: Watts real, volts?
Principalpoop: ok la breaman
Principalpoop: dig it, dig the earth
DJTween: man
shoes for the dead: far in
Ralph: hahahaa
Cease: lord buckley
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:12 PM and late as usual, it's CptButton, just back from Billville."
CptButton: /me hands Catherwood his umbrella
||||||||| Catherwood snubs CptButton
Cease: lord button?
Ralph: baroooo
Elisande: farm out
DJTween: Hi CB
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: sane and insane, mad and inmad
Dexter Fong: nane and inane
wall of science: solid
Elisande: beat me to it Fong
Principalpoop: remember the aine
Dexter Fong: remeber us
Beet: teslacles devient
Dexter Fong: remeber both, ainus
CptButton: Greetings all.
Principalpoop: one aine, 2 anus
Dexter Fong: Sure
CptButton: /me hands Catherwood his umbrella.
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to CptButton and mumbles "Did you want something?"
wall of science: beautiful, man
Ralph: Fudd's 1st law of opposition
Elisande: Anus in the morning
wall of science: what a whore
Principalpoop: wow balls
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: CB: To show an action, just type a colon (:) and then the action thusly
Dexter Fong instruts CB
Principalpoop: use loosners with that colon
CptButton tips Catherwood $0.50
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to CptButton and mumbles "oh, fuck off CptButton!"
wall of science: it's wall of science, bitches!
shoes for the dead: Cb is strutting?
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!
Dexter Fong: CB: See? Wasn't that better =))
Principalpoop: yassir massa wall
shoes for the dead: like a bridge
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Ralph: Testicle's Deviant to Fudd's Law
wall of science: it's Y2K, man
Principalpoop: and ky2
DJTween: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log.
Ralph: It goes in, it MUST come out
Elisande: siso
Beet: This is the first time I heard the live version of this part of Bozos. Great
Ralph: (sorry, that's Testicles')
Principalpoop: the GM BMW
Elisande: the Testicle coil is so much fun
CptButton: Antelope Freeway?
Principalpoop: right lane
Elisande: great!
shoes for the dead: you'ld be home by now
Principalpoop: lois and penny
CptButton: What's on the climate control....
||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| 9:22 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Dexter Fong: Hi EW
Beet: 'lo nab
DJTween: Hey Nabby, EW
Nabby: Can't stay - meeting tonight - but wanted to wish you all a great time & weekend!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Beet: Hey EW
Principalpoop: the old in and out, okey dokey
DJTween: You too, Nabby :)
Cease: hi nabby by nabby
Dexter Fong: Are you in the Boy Scouts Nabby?
EWeston: Hay Tweeny andd dear friends. I'm back trailing clouds of glory, but signaling to pass.
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: Haha
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
Beet: thanks for dropping in/out
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
CptButton: Nick, what kind of a chump do you take me for?
Principalpoop: first class
Beet: first class
CptButton: Far out, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood fars out.
Nabby: Oh man I love this
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Nabby: But
Beet: slow on the draw
Nabby: Got to clone!
DJTween: It's great stuff :)
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: Later & be groovy!
CptButton is votinf for Papoon for President.
shoes for the dead: get focussed
DJTween: later Nabby
Principalpoop: dig it, ciao bebe
EWeston: By Nab
st slade: Bee Bop! Bee Bop! Bee Bop!
shoes for the dead: what goes in must go out, Nad
st slade: Bop Oop Be Doop
shoes for the dead: b
Lil: sorry i wasn't listening, i was listening
Principalpoop: are you certain this is not the meeting you were thinking of for tonight?
EWeston: Check your ears at the door
Lil: hey poop
Principalpoop: nobody goes there anymore, it is too crowded
shoes for the dead: meeting of the mindlesses
Principalpoop: howdy lil
Beet: yogi quote
Principalpoop: ball four, yes
Lil: long time sweetiepie
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Beet: opening day for baseball
Lil: i didnt kno but why advertise it
Principalpoop: sugarpie honeyplum
Cease: my jays are losing. rather watch other bad news
Lil: can you juggle them though
EWeston: You know that I lurve yus
Lil: lol
Principalpoop: oh, a misunderstanding, let me elucidate, right in front of you, ball four is also the name of a book
Cease: by jim bouton. fine book
EWeston: And Non Brockian Cricket is not
Principalpoop: fong elucidates and explainates
Beet: That is what they believe
shoes for the dead: about a guy with 4 balls?
CptButton: night all.
Principalpoop: who? can he juggle them?
EWeston: He's hobbled off
Lil: i know that poopy i read it
Beet: a guy with four balls has to walk
st slade: turn and cough three times
Elisande: sounds mighty uncomfortable
Principalpoop: salute capitan
Cease: bouton's last year as a yankee pitcher and then his demotion to the seattle pilots
Principalpoop: I need to read it again, and the dallas cowboys one too
Principalpoop: the title will come to me, ahhh north dallas 40
EWeston: Needs to wear two separate protectors
Principalpoop: his money shots are fortunes
wall of science: bet the farm on armageddon, damn
Cease: just the sounds
EWeston: To win or place?
wall of science: tierra del fuego?
Principalpoop: steve reeves
EWeston: A fine place, and more of em too
Cease: rick streeves
st slade: Hey Ralph, I need a new car
Principalpoop: stevie nicks
Elisande: gotta go, live long and Proctor
EWeston: He was in the fertilizer business
shoes for the dead: stevie icks
Principalpoop: ciao eliasande
||||||||| Elisande leaves at 9:36 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..."
Captain Equinox: Don't forget to pitch the Ralph License plate frames.
EWeston: Chow, unless you've already eaten.
Cease: by elisande
wall of science: double the now!
Cease: what a euphonic name
EWeston: Double the drought
Cease: indeed, wall
Principalpoop: who eu?
EWeston: Just a cracker
Principalpoop: lame chitchat
Principalpoop: doctor Onan winkydink
shoes for the dead: telling salty jokes
Principalpoop: close your ears lil
Lil: but im hungry
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: Hands on self helpful
Beet: an old hand at self love
Principalpoop: I have my party hat on
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles
||||||||| CptButton - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: We've got pork
||||||||| 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 lily disembarks at 9:40 PM.
DJTween: Hi lily
Cease: by lily
Lil: Catherwood more sugar!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Lil and inquires "Did you want something?"
shoes for the dead: he said sucks hehe
Lil: hi lo
Principalpoop: my winky is too much for me sometimes
DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone More Sugar!
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone more sugar.
Cease: oh, you're reborn. like kenny
Beet: yank him off the air
DJTween: lol
Lil: thanks tween he's only listening to you now
EWeston: Mono mania strikes, again
Dexter Fong: he said yank and off heh heh
DJTween: you have to phrase your requests correctly :)
DJTween: Catherwood, what time is it?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:42 PM, precisely!"
Principalpoop: in the form of a question?
Dexter Fong: Why not?
shoes for the dead: who?
Principalpoop: quite?
DJTween: I'll bet Merlyn has a list of commands
EWeston: enough
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please read Merlyn's list of commands
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
Principalpoop: catherwood has achieved consciousness
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Principalpoop and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Principalpoop!"
Principalpoop: Tell us about youself Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Principalpoop and asks "Did you need me?"
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give us a copy of your resume
||||||||| Catherwood gets us a copy of his resume.
||||||||| 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: Give everyone a left foot strurrup catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a left foot strurrup.
Principalpoop: juan lafong won, oops
wall of science: triple rip-off!
Principalpoop: When is Sadie Hawkins Day?
shoes for the dead: it doesn't fit my peg, EW
Lil: poop you're drunk again
Cease: ask google, not us
EWeston: Try it on your pug then. He'll be surprised
Principalpoop: I do not eat dog, or gato
DJTween: Catherwood, when is Sadie Hawkins Day?
||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTween
||||||||| pooptart sashays in at 9:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: my pug Natious?
DJTween: Hi tart
Beet: can we each have a steak?
Principalpoop: brown sugar cinnamon I hope
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Cease: hi tart
||||||||| 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: Unless you got one named Nausious
Cease: good local ref
Lil: cheers gang
Beet: 'bye Lil
EWeston: Gills lookin at you kid
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Cease: you are off?
DJTween: Hey E
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
shoes for the dead: hi El
Cease: Hi El
Beet: Hi, E
Elayne: Good crowd again!
Principalpoop: a little known fact is that the mailman on cheers was based on a real person who was inane and pedantic and who knows what
Ralph: Read me, Dr. Memory?
lily: took a wrong turn getting here
EWeston: El ain is in
Lil: off indeed
Cease: welcome to here
Principalpoop: ahh right, lois, penny, jackla and E Lane
lily: at least its not there
EWeston: More here per word than else where
shoes for the dead: and more now
lily: wrong turn see the world
Cease: there are enough L names here to start an elf colony.
Cease: Lil, lily, Lilly and my middle/earth name is simril
Ralph: By the time she got open, everything was closed, man
st slade: On an Elfquest, Cease?
EWeston: No lawn oriments about?
Cease: Elayne sounds like an elvin queen
Beet: from the city of emphesema
Captain Equinox: No trools?
EWeston: orniments stupid
lily: baby elfs
Cease: original was Encino. this is better
EWeston: Dwarfs rather
lily: no tools required
Principalpoop: budda budda budda orc
Cease: cease is an abbreviation of C.Simril, as I was known at work
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
EWeston: Prehensile is optional
Principalpoop: one tolkein over the line
shoes for the dead: there is a video store at Pico and Alvarado
EWeston: Snap out of it Leutenant!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Elayne: Elven queen, I like that. It's probably because "Elaine" (and variations) is so darn Albion, you know?
wall of science: not responsible!
lily: its all my fault
EWeston: How many names can be shortened to Ed
lily: 2
Principalpoop: lots
Cease: you aren't the only one here with an L-vish name
shoes for the dead: all of them
Beet: k...k...k...k
DJTween: Tweeny's sort of Hobbitish
Cease: Edwin, Edward, Edgar, Theodore....
pooptart: keh-keh-KEH-KEH
Principalpoop: attack of the bees, in rogue
Principalpoop: edmond, edmund
st slade: I've had 'Park and lock it!' stuck in my head for the last 24 hours or so, in a loop
EWeston: Edna, edith, Edmund, Edda, Edward, Edbugfreck
shoes for the dead: Edam...
lily: cheese
Principalpoop: Theophilus
Dexter Fong: What!!!!!!!!!!!!!???????????
Beet: did anyone say Edwin
Dexter Fong: Next week!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????????
Cease: hopefully not locked out, st slade
EWeston: For Edcult
Principalpoop: eduardo
shoes for the dead: Edict
Dexter Fong: Edgardo, Edwina, Edelbrock
Principalpoop: ab fab
Dexter Fong: Like shoes said "All of then"
EWeston: I tink we gottum all, turn in the hides for the deposit
wall of science: we had this discussion last week - we all voted and it's 32kbps mp3s stolen from usenet for us all, buddy
Beet: Eduardo
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st slade: I parked my car next to a customer's car last night at work. It needed a jump. 10 minutes later a guy slammed my car into the next car into a minivan.
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||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: omg slade
Principalpoop: lordy
Cease: He was churning out political opionion almost until the day of his death
EWeston: No good deed goes unpunished
Dexter Fong: Did you charge him?
DJTween: He did indeed, Cease :)
EWeston: By the foot, he had three
Principalpoop: if the cars are touching, you only needed to attach the positive cable hehe
Dexter Fong: You seem well grounded in that procedure poop
||||||||| General Dysfunction sneaks in around 10:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: shocking it, isn't it?
DJTween: Hi General
Cease: i cant imagine having that many opinions
lily: I have been found out
shoes for the dead: hey GD
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: which function you got there general?
Cease: GD
st slade: He's insured, took off shortly after the crash, but was found. I think I'll put a Ralph Spoilsport license frame on the minivan I'm thinking of getting
Beet: Welcome General
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:03 PM, dragging eggoddleo by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Principalpoop: ok, spill the beans then lily
General Dysfunction: Hello, i thought I was lost, computer died, i had to revive it, and my it was ...something
wall of science: mmmm dolby
DJTween: Hi eggo
Principalpoop: dead air indeed, ahh here we go
eggoddleo: Yo.
Cease: bergman at his poetic best
EWeston: Yu
lily: I thought the chat was last night sat here like a fool talking to myself
eggoddleo: This is my first time here. Does this happen offten?
shoes for the dead: sounds Cassidy
Beet: for 24 hours?
DJTween: Glad you could make it for the 2nd half, General D
Elayne: Eggo, every Thursday1
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “IS THIS THE MACHINE THAT REGISTERS NO ‘N’ YES?”- 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'
Cease: i'm sure you're not a fool, lily
lily: hello eggddleo
Cease: welcome egg.
Principalpoop: I have done that, and I am a fool
General Dysfunction: thanks, i'm home, and dear friends
EWeston: During the second ekquiknock, or twice monthly
lily: tanks cease but yes I am
Cease: they sure could make radio
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: glad you back on the gird general, grid
shoes for the dead: yes egg in all universes
Beet: fool is another word for innocent
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eggoddleo: Thanks for the git ups on the git downs, EWeston.
lily: Principalpoop we are all bozos
Cease: tanks full of rain?
Principalpoop: I am a bigger fool than you, your red nose might be bigger
EWeston: Eggs on everbodies plates.
lily: glad to be part of it
Beet: tank you very much
lily: sunny side up
General Dysfunction: goobener
Principalpoop: innocent? ahh, wait a minute there then
EWeston: Its a panzer...duck!
Cease: did you ever meet doc tech, el?
shoes for the dead: there in everybody's eggs
General Dysfunction: yeesh
||||||||| "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!"
Elayne: A panzer duck?
Cease: no, its a drawing of a duck
Elayne: Np Cat, I have to text him, I think he's moved beyond email.
Principalpoop: I have been around the block, even crossed the street, once, oops twice, or I would still be there
EWeston: And surrup won't stop him
Elayne: Too busy this month, though. Come May I'll be able to breathe a bit better work-wise.
General Dysfunction: a basque cathedral
lily: once I moved around the block
Principalpoop: come mayday morning, me and my friend, will do crosswords in the paper
EWeston: From our extensive catalog of under wear for churches
Cease: you did the haj, lily?
eggoddleo: Mayday is my birthday. How interesting is that?
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: the whole block, isn't that a trip?
shoes for the dead: for basking
lily: lol
Principalpoop: some pinko commie worker scam, no doubt
EWeston: Better than a trip in a forest
Beet: wind up where you started
||||||||| Catherwood leads Merlyn in through the front door at 10:09 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
General Dysfunction: forget the raven evermore
EWeston: Twere muddy
Principalpoop: i need to bask, I cannot recall the last time I basked
shoes for the dead: i like tripping in the forest
Dexter Fong: WB Merlyn
Beet: beautiful tune
Cease: you inspire me, lily. hi merl
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pooptart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: like muslin in my ears
Beet: Hey Merl
lily: been there done that thanks Cease
Principalpoop: did you get the t-shift too?
Merlyn: hey
EWeston: butt whistle muzac
Principalpoop bows to M
DJTween: Hi Merlyn
Cease: i like l's
lily: and some teeeees
shoes for the dead: gas muzak from Jupiter
lily: I got two
General Dysfunction: plastique
Principalpoop: a teaser huh? wrong chat, sorry
General Dysfunction: and while we're on the subject
EWeston: Grasp mudzic off Jupiter
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cease: i live in lynn valley.
Beet: hurts when you chew
DJTween: gesundheit
lily: I live in Stem
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
shoes for the dead: gesundhiet
Beet: thank you
shoes for the dead: echo in here
lily: ni l's bur me
Principalpoop: Webster, Virginia, not much here since they closed the railroad depot
st slade: seize the sneeze
EWeston: I'm 20 miles from Humptulips
Principalpoop: troutville is up the road
Beet: they do that
lily: where do you humptulips
General Dysfunction: tales of a hitchhiker
Principalpoop: tales of horses and rabbits
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: soounds like star trek destination planets
lily: grab your towel
shoes for the dead: in private, lily
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:14 PM and Glen bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Out of sight is considered polite
Principalpoop: or trowel, whatever fits
Cease: i said the word valley and Glen appears
DJTween: Hi Glen
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: out of sight is outta mind
Beet: or you will be arrested
Glen: Hola amigos Latinos!
Elayne: Hey now. If I'd realized we were going to degenerate into filthy trowel talk... well, I would have joined earlier.
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DJTween: lol E
Principalpoop: all matters of preversion here
EWeston: Sex outside the body has few fans
General Dysfunction: off the table mable
Elayne: What's that? Masters of perversion?
Dexter Fong: Just throw a trowel over it Elayne
st slade: I often paired this piece with some Bob and Ray on the radio through the years
Beet: never tried it
Principalpoop: the proof is in the pudding, hehe
General Dysfunction: yay bob and ray
Cease: good idea, st.
shoes for the dead: men and women like yourself..........
Beet: now that's kinky
EWeston: Later to pudding court for you
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Principalpoop: pud it right there, oh yes
Cease: you can hear their influence on proctor's comedy
Beet: doesn't hurt anybody
General Dysfunction: except once by mistake
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: No swearing, except at the pudding
Glen: I wish more of these shows were released in stereo.
Principalpoop: it is all fun, until someone gets hurt
Beet: the pudding, general?
EWeston: Hurt is a pretty slippery character
Glen: Proctor loves to read important-sounding things!
Dexter Fong: Glen: If they were originally in stereo, they've been released in stereo, at least on DOMM
Principalpoop: tolerates dissent? no, we should not do that, I disagree
General Dysfunction: the proof is there.. in that ....pudding?
Glen: I have some at home in stereo - and the DOMM is not.
Beet: Monte Crisco
Dexter Fong: Glen: Well this is from DOMM and it's in stereo, at least thru my headphones
Principalpoop: butterscotch, yum
EWeston: Its in the bottom of the bowl
Glen: NOW it is.
Cease: True, Glen.
General Dysfunction: gravity
Glen: What was I thinking? And would I have been better off using a funny name like the rest of you?
DJTween: It's the way they recorded it
Dexter Fong: It's probably Earl's fault
lily: bottomless
Glen: You listen to this stuff on HEADPHONES??
Dexter Fong: and toplessness
EWeston: Its, a special pudding, afteral
Dexter Fong: What?
Principalpoop: Glen is pretty funny, where are hill and dale?
DJTween: Like you would a good rock album, Glen :)
DJTween: especially the studio stuff
lily: topless with tapas
Glen: Hither and Yon
Principalpoop: jan hammer and jeff beck
Dexter Fong: or jeff hammer and jan beck
General Dysfunction: flotsam and jetsom jetsum oh for cryin out loud
DJTween: excellent pairing there, P
Principalpoop: becks beer is good, they still make it?
EWeston: Stigg and Nobby
Dexter Fong: and vice versa Dex
DJTween: Jef Beck With The Jan Hammer Band Live is one great album
wall of science: aliens!
Glen: Frick and Frack / Mutt and Smutt
General Dysfunction: sixes and sevens
Glen: Yin and hold than Yang
EWeston: Darline, and her mule
Glen: HOLD THE YANG
Cease: and a tapas is literaly a top, a piece of bread cover glasses of wine for travelling spaniards
Principalpoop: I saw them, I have the ticket stub anyway, so I went
Dexter Fong: Lewis and Clark
shoes for the dead: clark and lois
Principalpoop: grasp the ying
Glen: The Spaniards are not travelling. They are being chased out.
EWeston: Hoppy and Buck
st slade: Beck's was good, but the most recent review I saw was that it's brewed in the States for US comsumption,
DJTween: lol P
General Dysfunction: click and clack
Dexter Fong: lois and penny
Principalpoop: is that right slade? omg, horrible
Principalpoop: grrrr
DJTween: "I don't remember the concert, but I have the ticket stub so I know I went."
shoes for the dead: nickle and dime
Beet: cansuption be done about it?
General Dysfunction: 6 of one half a dozen of the other
shoes for the dead: Hee Tween
lily: 5 and 10
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: turn your head and cough
st slade: I'm now a normal person disguised as a weirdo
Glen: Doctor Turnankoff!
EWeston: See the doc for your fav profolactic
shoes for the dead: 23 skidoo
Principalpoop: a bakers dozen and burglers pound
Beet: i'll take some hashish
EWeston: Oh you Keed!
Glen: HIPPIES!
DJTween: lol
lily: tears in my ears
Principalpoop: colorado, rocky mountain high, head for the mountains
General Dysfunction: i'll knock you up to a peak and knock the peak off. doesn't really fit in, just something my mom used to say.
EWeston: Or the tree line
Beet: love is good sense.
Principalpoop: yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face, ceasars palace, morning glory
||||||||| 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."
Dexter Fong: GD: Was your mom into Mixed Martial Arts?
Glen: HOLD THAT LINE!
Dexter Fong: NOW< SNIFF IT
Cease: bill mcintyre, the guy who runs firesiign radio!
EWeston: Surround the furnt!
General Dysfunction: she is quite spry and perky and quick to react!
wall of science: total paranoia is total awareness
lily: smells like
Principalpoop: take a whiff on me, oh, wait, it is the dog, brb
shoes for the dead: Pork
Glen: ahhh the Yoders again
EWeston: A failed sherry
shoes for the dead: shoulda studied
General Dysfunction: it is the cat here, danger outside so must put on leash to walk, brb (danger!)
st slade: the problem with immediate gratification is that it takes too long
EWeston: I'll tell it that Shoes
lily: or at least learned to type
EWeston: It types fine since I threw some small chilies into it.
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and CeeJayHey falls out at 10:31 PM.
DJTween: Hi CeeJay
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
st slade: Hey Hey CJ
Beet: is semi 4 3?
Cease: has anyone had as much fun with parts of words?
CeeJayHey: Hey!
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Beet: Hey Hey
Glen: jazz train
Beet: cole train
Glen: Firesign does with words what jazz musicians do with notes.
st slade: A Cole train? My My
||||||||| 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."
Glen: Take A Train
DJTween: True, Glen
Cease: that's not a train, that's a new movie
DJTween: You've seen Moscow On The Hudson, Glen?
shoes for the dead: get of at the f stop
Glen: I might have.
st slade: I'm taking the bus next week, unless there's a train there
General Dysfunction: the A train
General Dysfunction: Nutbush City Limits
DJTween: Robin williams is a Russian immigrant, and he calls the song Take The A Train, Take A Train
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Dexter Fong: Canadian cersion: Take the train, eh?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Glen: Holes In The Mattress - by Mister Completely
st slade: I often dream of buses
EWeston: Trains is in the air. Catch them with a butterfly net
DJTween: are there bozos on it?
CeeJayHey: Mr. Unknown!
Beet: lol Glen
General Dysfunction: no bozos on this one
||||||||| dude steps in at 10:36 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Dude
Beet: yo dude
st slade: Undoubtably, unless you're an extreme doubter
EWeston: One showed up on Terry Prachetts latest Disk World story
DJTween: show goes another 10 minutes ;)
||||||||| "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: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Cease: hi dude
shoes for the dead: pass the lord..........
EWeston: Pass the fox
Glen: Forward Into The Past is the tightest, most concise piece they ever recorded.
DJTween: it is those
General Dysfunction: squeeze him right here
||||||||| "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!"
Glen: And don't argue with me.
shoes for the dead: Adolf Tree
EWeston: Pas the Chevette
DJTween: and stop calling you Shirley
CeeJayHey: Praise the ammunition
General Dysfunction: eeewwwwwbooogetyboogety
shoes for the dead: Whay/
Glen: Major Arcana!
EWeston: Whey to go
Glen: Tarot stuff
shoes for the dead: meant What?
EWeston: Donno, tasts like pork though
Beet: The Force is with you
Cease: I didnt know what that meant until hearing an Ossman poem using that term, trom tarot
Ralph: It's the Howl of the Woof movie!!
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: back
Principalpoop: oops bye who went
shoes for the dead: front
Dexter Fong: jElayne *and* Merlyn both dead from dengue fever?
st slade: hope it's not me
DJTween: that dengue fever is dangeous
EWeston: Get back. Get back HHUUUUUU!
Principalpoop: coincidence? I think not
EWeston: An honerable conspiracy
||||||||| 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: I could accept Ben Gay fever but dengue....?
Principalpoop: whispering yeast
Beet: got bit by the same mosquito
DJTween: apparently
Ralph: Trailer bikes, chigger bites and mosqueetos
Principalpoop: pass the lord and praise the ammunition
EWeston: No mossquitos then
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:42 PM and Merlyn waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: wb again Merlyn
DJTween: wb Merl
Ralph: not again!
shoes for the dead: thumbs up Beverley
Principalpoop: easter already, M is arisen
||||||||| 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'
Merlyn: I was bumped off
EWeston: Guns and butter!
Principalpoop: with E, M, we wondered about that
Principalpoop: tap tap tap, is this thing on?
Principalpoop: ok
General Dysfunction: the streets of los angleies
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Beet: Very suspicious
shoes for the dead: Hi NSA guy!
General Dysfunction: x calipers
Principalpoop: and CIA, they are not just for foreigners anymore
EWeston: hope he got the covered dish
Beet: Now, does the NSA guy listen to the feed while he watches us typing?
Principalpoop: suspicious and aupiscious
General Dysfunction: a sttrained voice
Principalpoop: good question
EWeston: Might be bad for his hullabalootions
General Dysfunction: an inch closer to sanity
Principalpoop: I am sure j edgard had all the recordings done already
General Dysfunction: afraid
Beet: trippy
shoes for the dead: roomfull of guys listening in on people and one guy cracking up
Principalpoop: be very
Dexter Fong: there's an echo out there
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
EWeston: And one meter away
General Dysfunction: oh my goodness
Principalpoop: echoplex?
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
EWeston: My meter broke
Dexter Fong: Thanks tweeny and wb Merlyn
shoes for the dead: thanks Tween!!
Principalpoop: thank you dwayne or greg or whatever tweens first name is
Beet: Enjoyed the doings 2 nite. Congrats and thanks, Tween. G'nite all.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cease: thanks again kurt. you are helping the cause
General Dysfunction: thanks so much tweeny, so much so much
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!
DJTween: Thanks for listening all :)
EWeston: GOODUM Tweeny. Buh by all you fiends
lily: 75-77 Bermuda
Principalpoop: no, thank you
lily: oops
General Dysfunction: loved being scared with the story
Principalpoop: ok eweston, we have our eye on you
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:49 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs EWeston by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: shorts or onions?
Ralph: you guys are awesome
General Dysfunction: drownnnnnthnnnned
Principalpoop: awww, thanks some
Cease: by ew
DJTween: Glad you could join us, Ralph
Ralph: happy trails
General Dysfunction: no fear!
Principalpoop: oops, colors are making sounds again
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 10:50 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
lily: onions of couse with beets
||||||||| DJTween departs at 10:50 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: toad away, have a super week all, or else, grrrrr
Cease: you are a treat to our ears
||||||||| 10:50 PM -- General Dysfunction left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: beet and not poop, heartbreaker
Dexter Fong: Night poop and good bless to all
Principalpoop: night all ciaoo
Merlyn: nite awl
||||||||| At 10:51 PM, Principalpoop rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Merlyn: or maybe night owl
Cease: off we fly
lily: thanks again maybe next week I can find you on thirstday
Merlyn: close but no cigar
||||||||| Merlyn rushes off, saying "10:51 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
lily: Night Nite sleep right
Ralph: zgoood nite
st slade Runs off to the waiting bus, exclaiming "Thanks for the great audio and chat, all!"
Cease: we aim to please
Cease: and so does Louise
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| dude - 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.
||||||||| Cease runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Cease?! It's 11:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from jaundice
||||||||| lily - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Ralph - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| wall of science - dead from measles
||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws
||||||||| st slade - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| eggoddleo - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Trillobite steals in around 2:04 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Trillobite: Indeed !!
Trillobite: But I like Catherwood!!! really i doo!
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Trillobite
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Trillobite - dead from the yaws
||||||||| 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
Captain Equinox
Cease
CeeJayHey
CptButton
Dexter Fong
DJTween
eggoddleo
Elayne
Elisande
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Glen
Lil
lily
Merlyn
Nabby
pooptart
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
st slade
Trillobite
wall of science

URL References:
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/chat/
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow