||||||||| 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 10, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 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 DJTween gets out at 8:01 PM. ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| Outside, the 8:06 PM uptown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| 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) ' ||||||||| jablab enters at 8:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. DJTween: Hi jablab ||||||||| Outside, the 8:34 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving ah....clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: music in a couple of minutes ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:36 PM and ah, Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' DJTween: The chat officially starts at 9pm EST. Tonight's featured album is Part 2 of Radio Now Live! DJTween: two Clems with us :) ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing ' Governor Slugwell', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:43 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| aztec vacation waltzes in at 8:44 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: Hi slugwell, aztec aztec vacation: woot woot another thursday night DJTween: :) ||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 PM uptown bus from Syracuse pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Hey Dex ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hey EW, Mud EWeston: Hey Tweeny, wuz reel? Mudhead: hello all DJTween: Weez reel EWeston: I'll be visualizing all evening ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: That's what Firesign does ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Dexter Fong: EW is a visualante Dexter Fong: Hiya Tween ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Holy eyestrain Blatman DJTween: Radio theater lets you create the scenes in your head :) ||||||||| Dr. Dog sneaks in around 8:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTween: Hi Dog-man EWeston: Ruff? Dexter Fong: Woof? Dr. Dog: Doh sorry about the rug Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Dr. Dog and mumbles "Did you need me?" EWeston: Gas...choke! DJTween: Catherwood, give Dr. Dog a tasty treat ||||||||| Catherwood brings dr dog a tasty treat. Mudhead: What is his Im listening to? ||||||||| Outside, the 8:58 PM downtown bus from New Jersey pulls away, leaving fabes coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTween: Mary Chapin Carpenter Dr. Dog: Yum! That jolted my electrodes DJTween: Hi fabes EWeston: Does Rolex sell a watch for ticks? Mudhead: I should of asked "Why" DJTween: You don't like MCC? EWeston: LOL, Yah got me Marschall ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 10, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" fabes: who? oh, me ||||||||| Cease waltzes in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Dexter Fong: Motor City Catholics? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's DrWho42, just back from Billville." ||||||||| AirshipAl sashays in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Cease: High folks Dexter Fong: Hey Al AirshipAl: Did someone lose a door knocker? Dexter Fong: High Cat aztec vacation: bend boys bend? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Michigan." EWeston: Put your zep on any coathanger shoes for the dead: Howdy AirshipAl: Yo ho ho y'all Dexter Fong: Hi shoes EWeston: The captain is sleeping. The mate is below DJTween: Hi shoes aztec vacation: mmmm conspiracy ||||||||| At 9:02 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! shoes for the dead: the mate is below capt. and above seaman Cease: i have vague memories of seeing this ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing '''Bob''', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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)' ||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits at the bar. DrWho42: Hey everyone shoes for the dead: hey Dex DJTween: Hi Who EWeston: A bisexual captain goodo aztec vacation: pretty good torrents of art bell out there, classic stuff Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln shoes for the dead: Alladin is a good theatre ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'squeeze_the_wheeze', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi squeeze Cease: i think writing about firesign would make a good genre DrWho42: We're finally recording my sci-fi radio show this Friday. squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya guys EWeston: Kuel Doc squeeze_the_wheeze: ready for fun? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs. shoes for the dead: for what Woh? DJTween: kewl, DrWho shoes for the dead: Who DJTween: Hey P EWeston: Poop's, just in time Principalpoop: hey there Principalpoop: live, nick dangeour EWeston: Dangler Principalpoop: who? DrWho42: I was working with a group on my college campus to produce it, but we're making it independently now. Just for fun, but friends ask if it's for a class. DJTween: What's the theme? Cease: dr, have you been in touch with the firesings? ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'lily', just granted probation at 9:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi lily lily: hi everybods Cease: Greetings, lily DrWho42: Science fantasy. Das Boot meets Lovecraft, basically. EWeston: Our Lil, of the evening? DJTween: lol, interesting combination DrWho42: Thanks :P Cease: have you heard my radio plays, drwho42? lily: lil lil ugh Principalpoop: das lovely bootcraft DJTween: hehe EWeston: Maybe yes, maybe no Principalpoop: lal lel lil lol lul and sometime lwl Cease:http://seemreal.com/ lily: high lily high low Principalpoop: I get up, I get down, oh yes DrWho42: Actually, I haven't Cease! Cease: phil austin is in 3 of my plays. phil and melinda are in two, ossman and his son orson are in one both playing orson welles Principalpoop: a pickle DrWho42: Definitely will check it out. ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTween: oops, didn't change the header EWeston: And Lum, musen't feget Lum aztec vacation: lovecraft wrote a great story about a u-boat - the temple? ||||||||| 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 ' Cease: i was visiting phil and melinda when i was in LA around xmas, 95 and Melinda asked me why I didn't write radio plays. Mmm. good question. soon answered shoes for the dead: all together now EWeston: NANCY! Principalpoop: betty jo billowski DJTween: That was one great suggestion, cease DrWho42: Indeed he did Aztec! DrWho42: Here's my show's page if anyone uses FB: https://www.facebook.com/solarquicksand Principalpoop: yours or myan AirshipAl: Maybe it's the do gooder in me but I like to write wrongs. ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." DJTween: Your palace or Mayan? aztec vacation: i've been heavily into lovecraft last year, that was one of his better ones/memorable lily: its in ruins Principalpoop: ahh, that is how you spell it, k3wl Cease: many many chat members have been in my plays. elayne and robin, dr. tech and lily, tiny dr tim, merlyn and many more DJTween: lol lily shoes for the dead: Mayan or urine? EWeston: Meet at Quezelovercoatal's shrine, next Tuesday Principalpoop: read the runes in the ruins lily: lol DJT ||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "9:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:14 PM and dadsir2u steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Cease: at leastg it's not in runes. then we'd need gandalf to read it. Principalpoop: we have lost fong ||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:14 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. aztec vacation: mayans didn't invent the vacation... lily: my next tattoo ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Jay Tubb close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. AirshipAl: Shoes---That was a pisser! Principalpoop: we have found fong DrWho42: I should get back into trying to read all of Lovecraft. The last one I read was The Colour Out of Space. DJTween: Hi dadsir, Jay EWeston: Where's Fang then Cease: you piss with your shoes? that must make walking difficult DJTween: Cease >> check PM Dexter Fong: Hey poop, just reconfiguring Principalpoop: lazy swedes are known by their rusty zippers and yellow socks DJTween: Would make using a urinal difficult Principalpoop: format c: fong ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| Rocky bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTween: Hi Rocky Dr. Dog: Trying to find an m3u streamer for my android tablet grr Principalpoop: bullwinkle next, no doubt, or some russian boxer shoes for the dead: the Alladin has a bar Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln AirshipAl: Another obsidian door knocker? Now we have a pair of knockers. 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! Rocky: Ah, there we go. What a groove. Jay Tubb: Oy Lovecraft was a misogynistic worshipper of intergalactic bullwinkles Principalpoop: steady airship Cease: hi jay ''Bob'': anyone got a penny? Jay Tubb: Yes I am Principalpoop: miso, that the modern koolaid right? changes everything EWeston: A steady airship is a dock(ered)ed airship ||||||||| dadsir2u says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, dadsir2u exits at 9:18 PM. Cease: misogny was once even more common than it is now Jay Tubb: Yes I am shoes for the dead: just this pickle, "Bob" DJTween: All I got is these here bitcoins Principalpoop: i miss misogny Dexter Fong: echo in here EWeston: That's Fred ''Bob'': was the record skipping or was it just me? LOL DrWho42: I have dogecoin Cease: a jay in the tub is better than a joint in the shower aztec vacation: it was a different time, also, he's very hard to read - unless you really like the word 'eldritch' Principalpoop: let me introuce myself, I am Nick Danger Dexter Fong: lol DrWho42: 99 Dogecoin but, alas, the exchange rate is $0.05 in USD. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's dadsir2u, just back from Hellmouth." lily: 3rd eye Jay Tubb: We'll miss Nina Ogyny sez hi to you DJTween: wb dadsir Principalpoop: hard to find glasses for that EWeston: 4th liver ||||||||| Jay Tubb says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Jay Tubb exits at 9:20 PM. ''Bob'': i don't think dogecoin are worth one red cent when it comes to keeping the record from skipping lily: 8th fimur dadsir2u: Howdy y'all, just kida lurking around. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's pooptart, just back from Morgan Hill." Cease: those aren't eyes. they're proto-potatoes ''Bob'': though i guess maybe it was the Internet that was skipping DJTween: Hi PT EWeston: 12th carpunkle pooptart: lol what a trainwreck Principalpoop: ok dadsir, have you read the rules and guidelines and FAQ and privacy statement? DJTween: but a very fun trainwreck lily: rectum nearly killed um aztec vacation: not doin nothing - why do you ask? you nsa? Principalpoop: lurking is punished by banishment, first you fade in the top and then die of a horrible disease DJTween: wow lily lol EWeston: Disk world recently discovered the locomotive Dexter Fong: echo in here Principalpoop: no nurse, I said prick his boil DJTween: lol Principalpoop: if lily can reach back, so can I neener dadsir2u: NOT Yet, but when I get my hands free I'll surely do that. AirshipAl: Did y'all enjoy the Peter Marshall clip I posted on FB? Principalpoop: i was yanking your chain, anarchy is the rule here, oops wait EWeston: Still atached at the wrist and ankles Dadsir? DJTween: We're strict anarchists Dexter Fong: For those of you unfamiliar with Airship, he has an amazing collection of FST on video lily: wez what wheeze DJTween: kewl, Dex Dexter Fong: Al: Tell 'em where they can find your postings Principalpoop: yideo? I need to clean my screen DJTween: Hope he shares the archive with the archivists aztec vacation: but anarchy isn't really a very stable form of government, is it? dadsir2u: Nothing Doc Technical can't take care of. Dexter Fong: Not yideo you vo-vo EWeston: Its big round and red, beyond that, I know nothing Principalpoop: hehe he said it is big round and red hehe DJTween: Anarcho-Fascism hardly ever works AirshipAl: Taylor's got my masters. I posted 2 clips recently on FB. Check out the Firesign page. ||||||||| Catherwood leads St.louielou 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. Dexter Fong: It's a valoon Poop EWeston: My chagrin just ran away! Cease: doc tech dont show up here much shoes for the dead: why govern the stable? DJTween: Hi louie Cease: hi louie louie Principalpoop: don't be churlish St.louielou: Ola Amigos Mudhead: 9:30 shoes for the dead: hey lou Principalpoop: 1 after 909 Dexter Fong: Doc tech plays with his balls on Thursday nights AirshipAl: I also posted a tribute to Peter Bergman on FB. ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" St.louielou: lol little late EWeston: I've got a Papoon Valuum, and I'm not afraid to use it! aztec vacation: we shouldn't be talking about this, the nsa is listening in again (howdy big bro) Cease: and an actual cat. me DJTween: Nice, Airship Cease: valium? DJTween: just look at those whiskers! EWeston: RIP Mickey Rooney Cease: i think it was someone on facebook today posted that black holes are entrances to other universes ah....clem: Barney! AirshipAl:https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3225906680255&set=vb.1044176983&type=3&theater pooptart: woo! shoes for the dead: on the dead actors chanel now Principalpoop: is that right? ahh he was super, a loss Cease: i mustr tell y'all my mickey rooney story DJTween: is it a short story? Dexter Fong: or a noveleete? DJTween: Want to get on Skype tonight cease? lily: it has lots of wives dadsir2u: That's Ok aztec, no one can hear us in here. Cease: i'm not a short cat DJTween: You can talk to us about Rooney EWeston: Space warps and black holes have been seen together since the 70's St.louielou: the old guy at the end of 60 minutes?.....lol Cease: you gonna play neal amid? Principalpoop: not that old thing the cocaine and hookers and a tin man costume... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Lil', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Cease: yeah i can babble about my baby DJTween: I have Skype available folks... step right up and talk to the crowd :) DJTween: Hi Lil St.louielou: lil ||||||||| 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!" Cease: hi lil EWeston: So that's Lil then, howdy Principalpoop: folgers got smaller again? Lil: Drat late again, hi Tweeny AirshipAl: Phil Austin, Dave Ossman, Harry Shearer, and Richard Paul: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10202772590889571&set=vb.1044176983&type=3&theater lily: i lil Dexter Fong: Hi Lil, didn't you relocate from NYC? ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Lil: Hmmm should my ears have been burning? Lil: Hi gang EWeston: A mear mistaken imposture Lil: Yep sure did Dex Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln Dexter Fong: Lil: You liking Vermouth...er uh Vermont? 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 Principalpoop: north carolina, almost my neck of the woods, howdy thar neighba Lil: LOL hey have you been putting Google on my tail? Cease: i'm particularly fond of Vermeer Lil: Catherwood, a round of Vermouth for me and my friends please ||||||||| Catherwood ands Lil's friends. EWeston: I like agood veneered leader Dexter Fong: Lil: No, just a little salt Principalpoop: ahh 2 lilys, that upsets the nsa, stop that Lil: Hey Poop I had a friend from there lily: Ican change my name ?? EWeston: Their no fun, they fell right over Lil: Never was a Lily only a Lil DJTween: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page. St.louielou: Thank god I'm the only LOU in St. Louis...phew Principalpoop: oh, so you are not biggoted against them, what about south carolina? Lil: You know from the Beatles song shoes for the dead: Nino lies ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Dexter Fong: Tween: Nino is most inacurate Principalpoop: ok, i told you I needed to clean my screen, my fault Cease: her name was magill. she called herself lil DJTween: Well, that's true, Dex. Then again most psychic predictions are Lil: Nah Nino fudges a bit sometimes St.louielou: yes it is...Im 5 hours away from KC? ah....clem: got my browser set for "Occult in My Head" Principalpoop: you want to hold my hand? since you saw me dancing there? Lil: That's it Cease Dexter Fong: Tween: I knew you were gonna say that DJTween: lol Dex lily: I should be nasus DrWho42: I'm two hours from SF Lil: Yep trippping over the light fantastic St.louielou: Nino is DRUNK! EWeston: Those pshikos are always right Principalpoop: eastside west all around the park lily: oh those filla mints ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Dr. Whiplash', just granted probation at 9:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTween: Hi Dr.W Lil: A few more probies tonight eh shoes for the dead: hi Dr Principalpoop: hehe she said probies hehe Lil: So is Catherwood most of the time ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:39 PM" Dexter Fong: Tonights probies are tomorrows probers DrWho42: Hi Dr. W EWeston: Shavem and shukem Lil: 9 bongs and a half for Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Lil and yells "oh, fuck off Lil!" St.louielou: I manscapes my probies DJTween: Catherwood, be nice ||||||||| Catherwood says "I'll try..." Dexter Fong: That was rude DJTween: lol Dr. Whiplash: Hi 'ya! EWeston: He's testy like that Lil: HEY!!!!! That's two weeks in a row you've insulted me Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood insulteds Lil. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| jablab - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: in the alabama the tusk are looser dadsir2u: Catherwood, give all these horsies a sugar cube. I'm outta here. ||||||||| Catherwood brings all these horsies a sugar cube i'm outta here. shoes for the dead: ouch, Poop EWeston: By dadsir ||||||||| "9:40 PM? I'm late!" exclaims dadsir2u, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Principalpoop: well, what he supposed to do with a half a bong? DJTween: That's an elephantile joke, P Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln Lil: Make a longer bong I guess Principalpoop: this elephant resembles a tree, say I touching his leg, I hope it is his leg EWeston: May a wolly mamoth masauge you St.louielou: thats what she said Lil: LOL good form tonight Poop old boy shoes for the dead: the mamoth? Principalpoop: who sang that? make a longer bong, oh make a longer bong... Lil: Maybe we should have you replace Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Lil and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Lil!" Dexter Fong: Is this the Old Boy networ? lily: don't touch it there it will pass a fox aztec vacation: that's an old lawrence welk number EWeston: Big hairy bugger, with five legs Principalpoop: irc chat fong, how much of a clue do you need? Lil: Oh for cryin out loud go sit in the corner Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Lil lily: make nice nice ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Dexter Fong: Poop: How much of a clue do you have? Principalpoop: squeeze me right there, ahh, now scratch my right shoulderblade, ahhh DJTween: Catherwood, give Lil an apology ||||||||| Catherwood brings lil an apology. Principalpoop: in the study and something about mustard Lil: I'll think about it EWeston: Catherwood bring Lil your union contract ||||||||| Catherwood gives lil his union contract. 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! Principalpoop: fong thought about something once, his idea died of lonliness Lil: LOL shoes for the dead: and a bong, PP? Dexter Fong: lol Lil: For want of a bong he expired AirshipAl: Hey! Anyone here in the NYC area? Principalpoop: a short bong, not made of lead St.louielou: A token of our friendships past EWeston: He done huffed off lily: that not what killed him Dexter Fong: A hint of our futures present Lil: No, it needs to be inleaded DJTween: Dexter and Elayne are, Airship Principalpoop: who shot cockrobin? Lil: I mean unleaded :-P shoes for the dead: deadly bong hit AirshipAl: Dex and I are gonna watch FST videos next week, Just sayin'... lily: back to the worm hole Principalpoop: adding ethanol to everything now St.louielou: I use it in my soup EWeston: Add some chilies Lil: Do you know where the link is to the radio show videos? lily: its good for whats huffin ya Principalpoop: lucky fong, he gets all the breaks DJTween: Sounds like maybe a DVD could be put together of FST videos and released through the store? shoes for the dead: and Aji-no-Moto Dexter Fong: Poop: It helps with the lonliness EWeston: Is half a huff better than none? Lil: You money maniac Tweeny lol DrWho42: Gonna have to go now. See everyone next week! shoes for the dead: uf? Principalpoop: aji no mojo, ahh the screen again AirshipAl: @DJ. Not that easy. Dexter Fong: Night Dr. Principalpoop: ok who, thanks again Lil: C ya doc St.louielou: huff the magic dragon DJTween: /me is a non-profit Tweeny ;) EWeston: By to your favorite sound effect Doc lily: ta Dr Who come pick me up Dr. Whiplash: Huff huff huff, is that enough? Principalpoop: 42 40 or fight Cease: a forest of l's. AirshipAl: 420 or fight!!! DJTween: need a Tardis ride, lily? EWeston: My ears turned inside out last time Lil: No wonder you have holes in your holes Tweeny ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Mr. Bark Bark, just back from Washington." Principalpoop: woof DJTween: Hi Bark Mr. Bark Bark: Indeed EWeston: warf Lil: Why did that sound naughty lily: Any time for the tardis I am ready Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln Principalpoop: hehe, she said he has holes in his holes hehe lily: and so much ore lol Principalpoop: no minors allowed Dexter Fong: afkfr
DJTween comes from the holy land lily: if ya dig it they will... shoes for the dead: i mine is a hole on it's side
DJTween digs the earth, man EWeston: Spawn? squeeze_the_wheeze: It's been awesome, but i have to leave early today...don't forget your pickle ||||||||| 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!" lily: watch outfor the echo Principalpoop: ciao wheeze Mr. Bark Bark: Is that my pickle? DJTween: Good to see ya squeeze EWeston: He's smoking a cigar right now Principalpoop: oh monica... EWeston: Busted again durn it lily: but that was my favorite blue dress St.louielou: he gave up the sax for that whoremonica Principalpoop: lydia, oh lydia EWeston: There ain't room enough in this blue dress for both of us! DJTween: my, what interesting tattoos you have shoes for the dead: i'll guard my swine........... Dexter Fong: EW: There ain't enought room in that blue dress for you EWeston: The Kraken porn cost man ||||||||| 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." Mr. Bark Bark: Havatchu! ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ah....clem - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Release the porn!! DJTween: gesundheit Principalpoop: we be kraken, dog wants out,brb EWeston: So the zipper doesn't go up all the way, its the thought that counts Dexter Fong: Don't forget to scoop , Poop Lil: LOL my head hurts Cease: there is a new rum concoction called the kraken at our local liquor stores. anyone know what it is? Dexter Fong: Fermented giant squid St.louielou: liquid crack?...just a guess EWeston: Probably has real pork in it DJTween: beat me to it, Dex lily: yummy Mr. Bark Bark: No, I think I've had enough... Dexter Fong: lol EW EWeston: Bacon is showing up, everywhere ||||||||| Catherwood ushers otter into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:57 PM, then departs. DJTween: Hi otter Dexter Fong: Roger that EW shoes for the dead: probly good with anchovie opium eyes lily: Squid Pork balck bacon Cease:http://www.krakenrum.com/ Mr. Bark Bark: Didn'tI say that on the other side of the record? Cease: back bacon goes well with rum ||||||||| otter says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, otter exits at 9:58 PM. EWeston: Yes but with a different accent Dexter Fong: Bark: Dunno, this is a cd lily: everything goes with bacon EWeston: Patron sella tequilla, bacon mix Cease: americans call it canadian bacon. lily: You are a cab Mr. Bark Bark: I call it a Canadian sunset. St.louielou: canadians call it BACON shoes for the dead: everywhere there's lots of Piggies Cease: sometimes its pretty up here EWeston: Living piggie lives Cease: louie, i'm a canuck in nortrh vancouver. we call it back bacon ||||||||| Rocky is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:59 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. shoes for the dead: you can see them out for dinner St.louielou: yes, if some one has bacon of course you want it back Lil: I have a cramp in my toe EWeston: Its what you get with your hawian pizzas DJTween: lol louie Cease: good butcher shops will have greater identity. Dexter Fong: Lil: Try typing with your hands St.louielou: I've got blisters on me fingers ||||||||| 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!" Cease: i love hawaiian pizza. made one recently. with really good rosemary ham Lil: I can't they're a;ready tied up EWeston: Wamp! Lil: already Lil: See I can't type as well with my toes Dexter Fong: Lil: Ah, you knew I was in the neighborhood St.louielou: rosemary ham...great singer from the 40's shoes for the dead: the tramps are tied up Lil? DJTween: a great torch singer EWeston: It is a polorizing type of pizza, some truly hate the idea of it Lil: LOL Dex DJTween: until she got honey bbq'd Dexter Fong: Shoes: Those aren't tramps, they're hobos Lil: What tramps? I thought they were bozos EWeston: Retracting by the clandleight Lil: lol Mr. Bark Bark: You can't provel that by me. shoes for the dead: hobos in bondage had a #1 hit in '77 lily: vagabonds St.louielou: do I have to spell it out C H E E S E A N D O N I O N S Dexter Fong: Troubadores lily: cussbadors EWeston: Rutle refference tumbs, all three, up Principalpoop: back, dog was quick this evening, and N O A N C H O V I E S Mr. Bark Bark: No anchovies? lily: SAUSEAGE Dexter Fong: Did you S C O O P P O O P ? Principalpoop: yes, no anchovies St.louielou: man I just got a awesome live Rutles show from last year EWeston: Shruums shoes for the dead: from Pflemland,lily Principalpoop: no scooping needed, I have a yard, outside anyway Dexter Fong: Schrums? Is Ilan here? Cease: it is odd they speak of sex in the past tense. certainly not something they ever experienced EWeston: I'm a great fan of Niels lily: cough phlem
DJTween loves The Rutles Principalpoop: lake shoes for the dead: a yard of poop EWeston: Palmer Dexter Fong: A blivet of poop St.louielou: sugermegs has the show HIGLY reccomended Principalpoop: a big moon tonight also, seems brighter than when I was young Principalpoop: Emerson, ralph waldo, ahh I found him Mr. Bark Bark: And Mars in opposition... Cease: compared to the age of the moon, you haven't been looking at it very long ||||||||| 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." shoes for the dead: was the moon stupider in the past? Dexter Fong: And Venus in coitus Principalpoop: oh that mars, so contrary St.louielou: Mars is a big bully lily: It was a lovely sight Cease: anyting that brightens our brains is a lovely site lily: women are from there u know lily: lol Mr. Bark Bark: Our brains? Principalpoop: I am from the moon EWeston: I had a dream that I was from Cleveland St.louielou: AMF everyone as we used to say in old Mexico City Dexter Fong: Cat: Many happy returns EWeston: More sugar shoes for the dead: happy new Orbit Cat!!! Principalpoop: a mexican farewell? Cease: thankz aged dex. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Dexter Fong: a Canadian standoff? EWeston: And a Spainish suitcase Principalpoop: spanish stairs, in italy, go figure Dexter Fong: on a nude staircase lily: Best to ya Cat ||||||||| 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 intense demonic possession ||||||||| fabes - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the yaws ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: ive been e-talking with paul krassner this week, who was born in 1932 and still looks to future gigs. Cease: thakns lily. its way more fun than being dead. Mr. Bark Bark: A Spanish suitcase? Is that anything like a Basquet? ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Principalpoop: ok bark, I am gonna keep my eye on you Mr. Bark Bark: I wouldn't leave a name. EWeston: I remember Paul, can't imagine what he thinks of today Cease: he is still very aware, very involved. shoes for the dead: isn't he doing a new Whole Earth thang? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Nabby into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:11 PM, then departs. DJTween: Krassner just had a birthday Nabby: Whoosh..... EWeston: He put out some good words lily: I was deadonce then I remembered to breath Cease: i really want to be that conscious when i'm his age. Cease: hi nabby Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby, so late tonight DJTween: Hi Nabby Principalpoop: 2014, 1932, ahhh more than 50, less than 100 shoes for the dead: just in time, Nabby Dr. Whiplash: gotta run!! Mr. Bark Bark: I really want to be conscious when I'm my age! AirshipAl: It's that time. Gonna get my groove on. Enjoy. See ya next week Dex. ||||||||| Dr. Whiplash rushes off, saying "10:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" DJTween: missed the second part of Radio Now Live! :/ Cease: by whip Dexter Fong: Night Al Principalpoop: ok airship, thanks again EWeston: Escape you fuel! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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 lily: conscious is over rated ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “ALL NITE IMAGES”- 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' EWeston: Ask any computobot shoes for the dead: so is reality, lily ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: ratings are over conscious Principalpoop: i for one love our robot overlords Mr. Bark Bark: I asked a computobot once, he tried to reboot my shoes. Lil: As long as ya have your health EWeston: Terrible dancers yes Principalpoop: cough cough shoes for the dead: i only rate my reality a 6.66 Cease: do you have a choice, poop? EWeston: Longer the better Lil: Nice change from drooling Poop Cease: have a devilled egg, shoes lily: thanks for the laughs see next fire week same fire station Principalpoop: i drool too Dexter Fong: Night lily EWeston: Guumby, ladie Lil: Biya Lily Principalpoop: do we have a choice? does free will exist? Cease: by lily lily: night night aztec vacation: i gladly lick the metalic soles of our overlord's feet Principalpoop: smooch Lil: At the same time? That could be dangerous Principalpoop: shocking aztec EWeston: Tracing the negative force to ground eh? Mr. Bark Bark: I thought "aztec" was something to do with robot sex. Principalpoop: I am not sure they have feet yet, keyboard sole maybe Mr. Bark Bark: Or was that a William Shatner novel? EWeston: Eyebrow trimmer? Dexter Fong: Do sheep dream of having sex with robots? Principalpoop: whiplash left, I was going to joke about eyelash Dexter Fong: That's what I want to know shoes for the dead: he's not novel Mr. Bark Bark: Not anymore. Dexter Fong: Baa Cease: does dead philp k dick dream of sex at all? aztec vacation: it's not so bad, and the EST cured my mental 'problems' (so i'm told) Mr. Bark Bark: Not in the Ender. Dexter Fong: last I heard, no EWeston: Under the dental floss bush, ah yes ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Principalpoop: i heard being dead is like being asleep on a Thursday night in Paris shoes for the dead: sex with the dead? Dexter Fong: Poop: mai oui? EWeston: Just don't marry them Principalpoop: EST, oh my, that raises hackle flashbacks Rufus_T_Firetween: Wasn't the original title of Bladerunner "Do Andriods Dream Of Electric Sheep?" (the book) Mr. Bark Bark: Now you can't, in my state. EWeston: Yup Principalpoop: yes Cease: yes tween. one of my fave books aztec vacation: mr nsa frowns on discussions of necrophilia, let's not go there Dexter Fong: Yes rufus (and I can't tell you how glad I am to finally see you participating) Cease: ubiq is #1, androids is #2 Mr. Bark Bark: "Not Safe for A**play. Principalpoop: incest is all relative EWeston: They cause earth quakes in Oklahoma Rufus_T_Firetween: Hil Freedonia! Mr. Bark Bark: I heard it was the high-pressure drilling. Principalpoop: necrophiladelphis, pa Mr. Bark Bark: Hail Hydra. Rufus_T_Firetween: *Hail EWeston: That's what they want you believe Cease: not if your brother is fucking you, poop Principalpoop: ahh hail Principalpoop: ouch, right you are Rufus_T_Firetween: It's actually the Tripods trying to come up out of the ground EWeston: Hail and rain foooevah Mr. Bark Bark: As foretold in the prophesy. Principalpoop: fore told who? EWeston: Not those 9' tall plants then, good Mr. Bark Bark: The Professor. shoes for the dead: skin EWeston: pimple Principalpoop: and maryann, here on gilligans island Mr. Bark Bark: Nephrons. aztec vacation: y, kind of thought it was triffids as well, OK is so fcked Cease: marijuana on gilligans isle" Mudhead: whaa? Principalpoop: sure, they were high all the time EWeston: Triffids yah that's them Dexter Fong: A grow aisle Cease: lol dex shoes for the dead: thats why they didden't leave Principalpoop: lil buddy EWeston: They women and pigs and children aztec vacation: north-slope triffids - the best to smoke? EWeston: gots Principalpoop: are you looking for quality or quanity? ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| AirshipAl - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| St.louielou - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr. Bark Bark: I'm looking for quandary. aztec vacation: quality, man Principalpoop: ouch, lots of good ones lost in that batch EWeston: Did he skip on child payments again? Rufus_T_Firetween: They're dropping like flies Cease: we have quants, and we haved tits. but not together Principalpoop: qualitative analysis involves selection of critera base on ahh, huh? Dexter Fong: Random number generators EWeston: wave a lobster claw at him Principalpoop: poor lobster, ohhh ||||||||| 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: A tip a glass of Krakken too Principalpoop: we be krakken, yes sir EWeston: It was expected, he was with security Principalpoop: his colleague was a prawn Cease: best restaurant i ate at in florence was called lobs so i thought it would have lobster on the menu. no shoes for the dead: Yo! ho and a bottle of rum Mudhead: Krakken Two? EWeston: Prawn of whose loins? Principalpoop: florence florida, nead st petersburg? Cease: the bottle of rum in the local store is tiny. Cease: italy shoes for the dead: what about the ho/ EWeston: Nah I'm cold porking st petersburg Mudhead: I'll be in New Haven CT tmmw Principalpoop: is that 5 times distilled rum anygood? sounds cruel Cease: my father's father was from st petersburg. hated the czar Mudhead: Yale actually Principalpoop: ahh bueno paisan EWeston: Essentail ingredient for Purple Jesus Punch shoes for the dead: i dissed it 5 times and it's still rum Principalpoop: not that one, this one has all the retirement communities EWeston: The Czars were never touchy feelie folks Principalpoop: going to yale, grats Mr. Bark Bark: Touchy shooty, but not touchy fee lie. Mudhead: Hospital actually Principalpoop: oh mud, gosh, wish the best EWeston: Get with the surfs though Cease: only in the rasputinesque way Mudhead: so pray to your favorite deity for me Principalpoop: they are probably pretty good there, i suppose Mr. Bark Bark: I'm praying on the neighbor's cat, if that helps. Principalpoop: did you bribe the obama death panel, you gotta do that to have a chance,... Mudhead: Hes done it lots of times Ive heard Dexter Fong: I'll be rooting for you Mudhead Mudhead: very few rejections EWeston: The Mongols shaped a lot of the Russian mind. That and getting invaded a couple more times Principalpoop: that is the way to choose 'em, super shoes for the dead: advanced bagarigmus, Mud? Mudhead: Im just roiling all this in my mind Mr. Bark Bark: Just leave a couple of bombers on the side table. Principalpoop: when I told you to go downtown and buy a new personality, I had no idea... Dexter Fong: Mud: Sounds like you could use some medical marihauna EWeston: From Ralphs House of Loose Minds Mudhead: im not too funny, im sorry, but I'll comeback Im sure Mr. Bark Bark: Did she ever get off that island?
Rufus_T_Firetween lights what Mud is rolling ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Principalpoop: kay sera sera mud, can I have your pc if things so south? Dexter Fong: lol poop Principalpoop: I would not ask, but I still have xp... Mudhead: sure, but you'll have to go in a death match cage with ah,clem Cease: mud you dont have to be funny. the firesign does it for us. we can be lazy Principalpoop: no way, he broke my arm for that rhode islands guys pc Dexter Fong: But we do like it better when you are funny EWeston: Pie beam throwers at 1/4 mi aztec vacation: duke of madness! Cease: does anyone here worry about the windows thing, no more suport? Dexter Fong: EW: Vector 3.1476 etc Mudhead: i got rid of xp Principalpoop: i still have norton, what me worry? Dexter Fong: Experience? Cease: too many mad people put up their dukes Principalpoop: maybe unbuntu next EWeston: I'm going with jasonberry pie! Dexter Fong: And feel up their duchesses aztec vacation: stick w/7 until 9 comes out, then wait until 9.1... Cease: i played this piece on the japanese naional radio station in 1995 Mudhead: im giving up on M$ Cease: i think it did some good Mudhead: going with Linux Principalpoop: i think so also mud Dexter Fong: Mud: What is M$? Dexter Fong: Micro soft ahh Mudhead: Micro$oft Cease: important stuff Rufus_T_Firetween: Smart move, Mudhead shoes for the dead: good deal, Cease Rufus_T_Firetween: I'll be doing the same when my Macs no longer suffice ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Rufus_T_Firetween: In fact, I'm already running a box with Ubuntu Dexter Fong: Cat: I think it helped a lot, they haven't invaded china lately Principalpoop: i hear they are much advanced now, last time I tried linux, I had to manually install the monitor each time and such.. Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Dex Cease: i could tell a long story about how i got firesign on the radio i japan in the ealrfy 70s Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu should tell it on Skype Principalpoop: does it involve mickey rooney? Cease: i should write a book ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Dexter Fong: How I Skyped Mickey Rooney and why he divorced his 23rd wife Cease: ive told my mickey rooney story here often enough, poop. EWeston: Micky Moose ain't kosher? Principalpoop: not the same at all to hear it in your own voice Cease: actually its a george harrison story. but mickey plays the bad guy shoes for the dead: and now he can't defend himself Principalpoop: I love frank sinatra's story about don rickles Dexter Fong: EW: Wrong, my Rabbi said that both moose, Caribeu, *and* Elk are Kosher Rufus_T_Firetween: Pincipalpoop >> http://www.ubuntu.com/desktop - really easy to use, quite Mac-like interface Rufus_T_Firetween: You don;t have to set up the hardware like you were talking about Principalpoop: the nome synagogue applauds Cease: am i supposed to tell this tale, or have i already done this? EWeston: Ok I'll buy a yarmaca for mine then
Dexter Fong wonders what Rufus has done with Tweeny Lil: Making my exit guys Rufus_T_Firetween: PincP, you can download and burn a LiveDVD and play with it without installing it Lil: nighty night Mudhead: ni ni Lil Mr. Bark Bark: G'night, Lil Principalpoop: thanks tween, it has been many years since I tried it before, probably before xp aztec vacation: y, what's going on here? Dexter Fong: Cat: I can't recall you relating a MR story ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Cease: you leave before my tale, lil? Principalpoop: ciao lil, sleep well Rufus_T_Firetween: have a great week, Lil EWeston: Byyah Lil: Thanks you too sweeties Mr. Bark Bark: Mickey Rooney divorced her once. Or twice. ||||||||| Around 10:43 PM, Lil walks off into the sunset... Dexter Fong: Night Lil, mud season is coming Cease: i'll tell my tale later ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Cease the story stick ||||||||| Catherwood gives cease the story stick. Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Cease the tale twig ||||||||| Catherwood gives cease the tale twig. Principalpoop: the tongue is in the tale Dexter Fong: Your seat is in the balcony Cease: in tokyo Cease: i lived there for many years. totaly wrong abougt homosexual population EWeston: Thank you for that image pooer Principalpoop: and hear comes the chairwoman, down the aisle, picking her seat Dexter Fong: In tokyo there lived a short round-eye named Mickey rooney ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: She usually pickles them Rufus_T_Firetween: Actually, the Japanese don't not have population replacement, at this point Mr. Bark Bark: Cease, that's counting the multiple personalities. Rufus_T_Firetween: *do not ||||||||| 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: or you could use the story switc and beat it into us
Rufus_T_Firetween had a negative double there Cease: there ae 37 million people in tokyo so naturally there are a lot of homosexuals. EWeston: -4 points then Dexter Fong: Rufus, that's a positive sign Principalpoop: yah sure Cease: japan is shrinking. and that's a good tihng Mr. Bark Bark: Or is the ocean growing? Principalpoop: I blame the radiation instead of homosexuality Rufus_T_Firetween: Not a fan, cease? Dexter Fong: I blame the living in tubes Mr. Bark Bark: You're thinking of Gayzilla. Rufus_T_Firetween: They were homonuclear weapons? Cease: i lived in japan from 71-88 for much of that period. my wife is from greater tokyo. Dexter Fong: High born eh? Mr. Bark Bark: Actually, Greater Tokyo was known for beating up lesser Tokyo. Principalpoop: got them on gaydar Dexter Fong: Well, lesser tokyo is where all the koreans live EWeston: Sic Bootzilla on him Cease: many young women are less inclined to get married. i taught at a woman's univeristy for many years and most of myh students wanted to get married. no so much now. Dexter Fong: They waited until they were all singing kareoke Mr. Bark Bark: Which, coincidentally, was usually at a gay bar. Mudhead: I'll marry them all Principalpoop: the young girls are making group videos too, need links? Dexter Fong: Thaank you Revered Moon Cease: you'll have to offer them something more than mud EWeston: And your bro Feverred Moon Dexter Fong: Poop: Is that tiger pron.edo? Principalpoop: no, buy a russian one mud, stronger hehe Rufus_T_Firetween: The Dear Reverend is no longer with us... Principalpoop: not an english url, really hardcore Mr. Bark Bark: Divorced from this reality. Mudhead: I am now a Justice of the Peace, so I can marry them all ||||||||| 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' Principalpoop: is that right? reverand moon joined his friends g washington and jesus already? ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Dexter Fong: Rufus: Jimmy Swaggert channels him every Saturday night ||||||||| 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: Japan's population is shrinking. Many rual areas are depopulated Principalpoop: hear yee hear yee, the right honorable mudhead presiding... k3wl Cease: my japanese relatives are getting smaller aztec vacation: well, godzilla is also responsible for a lot of that, too - he's mostly got a hard on for tokyo, but sometimes has to cut thru rural areas Mudhead: + Cease: there are more peole in tokyo than there aqre in canada. shoes for the dead: it's just perspctive, Cease they are geting further away EWeston: There are Japanese populations thoughout the globe. Wonder if they'll think of moving back Principalpoop: still not many in australia, wonder why Dexter Fong: Poop: Because they lost WW2 EWeston: WW2 They were fighting close to home Principalpoop: oh yah, ok shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween! Principalpoop: germans go to UK for vacations now, get over it EWeston: Fair muslim population in oz Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and thanks also for letting Rufus off the leash DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! EWeston: Ok who stole my underwear? Principalpoop: thank you tween Principalpoop: was that yours? fong told me, oh you fong DJTween: yw all :)
Dexter Fong furtively hides Poop's tighty whities under his chair ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: that won't do any good EWeston: Oh you swine! ga bye! Principalpoop: dogs will bark outside at them Dexter Fong: Night EW ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Principalpoop: night E, wow ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM. Dexter Fong: Night Mud, and best of luck tomorrow ||||||||| "11:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Cease: good work, twen ||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Ok who stole my underwear? Principalpoop: starch or no starch before I return then next week EWeston ||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM bus from Oklahoma pulls away, leaving Dr. Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dexter Fong: Night Cat, Poop shoes et al ||||||||| Mudhead is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM. Principalpoop: super week all, and thanks again all Principalpoop: ciaoooo ||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves at 11:01 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..." Cease: off we go ||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| At 11:02 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Cease: by ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| aztec vacation - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Cease - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| EWeston - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 12:25 AM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hack, Hack, Dear Friends! My, it's good to be back in the US of A -- home of pig oil beer, after all. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flotsam and I have had a gay time since Christmas. The Royal Family visited us last Saturday. We all had such a fine time in our flat at Bakersfield Street in Marylebonehead. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Prince Philip and Her Majesty, Wills and Harry had such a great time with the last of Winter's pig oil beer that they all stayed over Saturday night! Imagine the Royals staying over night at our flat! But they were and are wonderful guests! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We have been entertaining our good friend, Mr Rococo off and on as well as numerous American Friends. The worldwide Firesign Family is always welcome and we have the room! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, that's the news from an Elgin perspective, Dear Freuds! I must go to bed before I lose my marbles! See you next time, same Firetime same Firestation! ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) leaves to catch the 12:38 AM train to Funfun Town. ||||||||| 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:
AirshipAl
aztec vacation
''Bob''
Cease
dadsir2u
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dr. Dog
Dr. Whiplash
DrWho42
EWeston
fabes
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Jay Tubb
Lil
lily
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
pooptart
Principalpoop
Rocky
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
St.louielou ah....clem
