Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
04/24/2014

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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 24, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:14 AM and Deke steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 8:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Deke - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Young Guy enters at 8:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Young Guy: I need my goat back. It's cold here.
||||||||| DJTween waltzes in at 8:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:23 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| 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)'
Young Guy: Cool...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:32 PM and late as usual, it's Governor Slugwell, just back from Massachusetts."
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Don Henley) - 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: Evenin' Gov
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:34 PM and late as usual, it's D'Gaffer of RB, just back from Hellmouth."
D'Gaffer of RB: I am new here, never tried to listen in before
DJTween: Hi Gaffer
Governor Slugwell: Lets stand him on his head!!!
D'Gaffer of RB: is this text only, or is there an audio component?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:37 PM and late as usual, it's ah, Clem, just back from Rhode Island."
DJTween: Glad you made it :)
DJTween: Hi clem
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting '''Bob''', just granted probation at 8:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: some good British-related stuff tonight
DJTween: Hi Bob
Governor Slugwell: Ah, Clem
ah, Clem: uh, hi
DJTween: Have you ever seen Firesign live, Gaffer?
D'Gaffer of RB: nope
D'Gaffer of RB: usually asleep at this time of day
Governor Slugwell: Let's welcome him as if he wasn't what he is.
Young Guy: Hello guys...
ah, Clem: D'Gaffer of RB - aren't we all?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Heater Hooker Hellmouth into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:40 PM, then departs.
D'Gaffer of RB: What am I? in to philosophy already!
DJTween: Hi Heater
D'Gaffer of RB: Howdy!
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: howdy - new mixer sounds awesome
DJTween: How long have you been a FST fan, Gaffer?
DJTween: Thanks :)
DJTween: The power supply on the last one literally started melting stuff
D'Gaffer of RB: since the '80's
DJTween: It should be even cleaner when I get the USB audio output hooked up
DJTween: What's the first album you bought?
D'Gaffer of RB: I won't crush that Dwarf, and will pass the pliers... and know every thing I do know is wong
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: probably that programmed anarchy you do on sundays... bit too much for the hardware
ah, Clem: Dear Friends
D'Gaffer of RB: and in tape, not vinyl
DJTween: Could be Heater lol
Governor Slugwell: You're going to get eaten!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: Dwarf is a lot of people's favorite
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: the little chip the nsa snuck in there couldn't take it
D'Gaffer of RB: No Diet Cola please
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Dashboard Buddha', just granted probation at 8:44 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: heheh
DJTween: Hi Buddha
Governor Slugwell: Love Dwarf But Bozo's is the MASTERPIECE
DJTween: also excellent
Governor Slugwell: Bozos
D'Gaffer of RB: have a question
DJTween: ask away
ah, Clem: Got that right, Governor Slugwell
Dashboard Buddha: Hoy
DJTween: Hoy Hoy
D'Gaffer of RB: why have I never found a cd of Eat or be Eaten?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'OneStrungLow', just granted probation at 8:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
D'Gaffer of RB: online or off
DJTween: It was released on CD in the mid-80's
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: give him the link man, it was just re-released
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 8:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: One of the first CDs I ever bought, actually
D'Gaffer of RB: Never even found a used copy.... much less new
DJTween: Hey P
Governor Slugwell: I had a cassette tape of EATORBEEATEN. Those kitten hoods are absorbent!
DJTween: Hi OSL
Principalpoop: hey there
DJTween: The Firesign site say "Out Of Print, But Coming Back Soon"
D'Gaffer of RB: me too, but wore the poor tape out
DJTween: They're also working on getting a high quality audio download store set up
Governor Slugwell: Ilaughoutloudandtheverymention of: Principal Poop.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: eat or be eaten is here: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html unless they've run out
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:48 PM and Mary Ellen steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: ok, kids
DJTween: Hi Mary
D'Gaffer of RB: bummer on downloading.... I live by cash or personal check only
DJTween: Hope that's true, Heater
||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Governor Slugwell: This is the portrait gallery
DJTween: I need to inform the web people about the discrepancy
Governor Slugwell: This is the portrait gallery
Governor Slugwell: No one will find us here.
DJTween: Hi EW
D'Gaffer of RB: What little I have now of Firesign, I bought from ZBS
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: several folks (inc. me) picked this up when it came out couple three months ago
Principalpoop: ok weston, what were you and mary ellen doing?
EWeston: Yow Tweeny
EWeston: Collecting spores
Principalpoop: how symbiotic
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'bozo', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: But the sex is graet
Principalpoop: and another one on the bus, heyhey, another one on the bus
EWeston: Also grate
DJTween: Hi bozo
Dashboard Buddha: Ew...I bet you're a fun guy
||||||||| 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: Another one rides the bus
Principalpoop: that sounds even better
||||||||| 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: Another bendable intigratable community work of indeterminate ht., and sex
Principalpoop: all she wants to dance, and have fun
EWeston: Fuzz bass?
Principalpoop: fass buzz
||||||||| 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 common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Take a fass bust out of here
EWeston: They're a matched set
Principalpoop: busty
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:57 PM, dragging AirshipAl by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
DJTween: Hi AI
EWeston: With just a hint of fulminate of mercury (hi NSA guy!)
AirshipAl: We don't need no stinkin' vouchers!
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: or badges
DJTween: Al, that is
EWeston: We dip ours in Channel Number Fiver
AirshipAl: Het Tween!
||||||||| lily enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Principalpoop: lily
lily: Hell oh
AirshipAl: Multiple Identity...
DJTween: Hey lily
D'Gaffer of RB: Hi Lily
EWeston: Lily howdo
lily: Hey everybody
EWeston: Speak up!
lily: hows your old wazoo
D'Gaffer of RB: Up!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 24, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
EWeston: Fine, but it still don't know what its about
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Cease bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: funny you should ask, but I have been soaking it and that seems to help
Principalpoop: eh, a canadian, eh
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: holy crap the clarity is devastating
Cease: Hi folks
Cease: sounds great, tween
EWeston: I was bore at least twenty miles from that border octisfer
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: got that new nsa chip already built in
Cease: i'm on the 128 k feed
Principalpoop: with extra protein?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
D'Gaffer of RB: What is the topic? or is this a free for all?
||||||||| Dexter Fong sneaks in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Principalpoop: tie yourself shoes
DJTween: Hey Dex
DJTween: cease, let me know what you think
EWeston: No but plenty of flavin
Principalpoop: anarchy rules
Cease: hey dex
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “OUT OF THE FOG” - 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 >> (this recording is unreleased)'
shoes for the dead: no, it's expensive, D'G
EWeston: Yow Dex
Principalpoop: and the fong
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Cease: sounds great tween. at least as good as the original bbc show
AirshipAl: Are you in Dex? Hi!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Beet: Dear Friends! Nice to hear you nice and clear, Mr. Tween
DJTween: Hey Beet, missed you coming in
Dexter Fong: Hiya guize
shoes for the dead: hey Beet
''Bob'': Kick out the jams, Bozos!
EWeston: Doon Beet me now!
||||||||| 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: the mc5 of comedy, who remembers the mc5, or is that a different brit group
Principalpoop: and the beet goes on, staring as mister bones
DJTween: Let me know how it sounds, folks
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'squeeze_the_wheeze', just granted probation at 9:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Beet: Just now came in
Cease: motorcity 5 sort of punk fugs of the mid 60s
EWeston: Good quality on my end Tweeny
Beet: Hi Poop EW
Dexter Fong: Hey Al,"bob" Beet, cat, EW Tween and jeeze, so many othes
Principalpoop: the dc5, ed meese and 4 more
||||||||| dude sneaks in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: others
Cease: maron has an interview with an mc5 member up today i think
Rufus_T_Firetween: MC5 - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MC5
Young Guy: Hi girls, guys & otherwise...
Beet: Hey Dex
DJTween: Hi dude
squeeze_the_wheeze: Howdy partners
Principalpoop: neither fish nor fowl
DJTween: Hi Squeeze
Beet: Nice to be with the family again
EWeston: Where's that sacred cowboy
Principalpoop: Mister Liverface, the butcher
Cease: in the sandwich, eweston
Dexter Fong: Hi Poop
Principalpoop: why do I have to be creepy uncle every time?
DJTween: lol
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Grain fed?
Principalpoop: wotsop fongster?
Cease: all night = 4 hours?
Young Guy: never heard this Mr Liverface
Principalpoop: Invented for the brits
Principalpoop: towel
Principalpoop: bath
Principalpoop: border
EWeston: spiny urchin
Young Guy: got it
D'Gaffer of RB: Peter Lorrie ?
shoes for the dead: i found an old cassette with Steve Allen intervewing the FST
dude: not it at all
EWeston: Grasping gently
Beet: that ought to be interesting, shoes
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: Peter Lorrie = Rocky Roccoco
Cease: i recorded that when it was broadcast, shoes. but from seattle station so reception wasn't that reliable
Principalpoop: i have heard this
Principalpoop: and that
Principalpoop: over there
||||||||| 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 pneumonia
||||||||| OneStrungLow - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Mary Ellen - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I can hear there, on a clear day
lily: and under here
D'Gaffer of RB: first time in over 10 yrs since I heard anything new
Dexter Fong: under wear?
Principalpoop: cozy
Cease: saw them do this in whidbey island, one of their last shows. brian westly was there recording it, wherever he is now
shoes for the dead: I'll digitize it and giveit out
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
||||||||| 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: we have analogies, do we have digitalies yet?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php
Cease: i used a clip from it on one of my shows for firesign radio but it isn't really the best sound quality
EWeston: Underwear desturction, its taking too long
||||||||| Catherwood escorts John Q. Smith in through the front door at 9:11 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cease: yes, that one, tween
shoes for the dead: digitalies like in toes?
AirshipAl: Sounds like a boxer rebellion..
Cease: welcome q, the man from scrabble
DJTween: Hello and welcome, Mr. Smith...
Principalpoop: digitaly like anology
D'Gaffer of RB: Have a good evening fellow fans, I will try to be back soon
Principalpoop: or anal for you who are analogy
EWeston: Digitalisly by Rhodie
DJTween: You too Gaffer
lily: span dex
EWeston: Bye Gaffer
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mmmmmmm pork
||||||||| 9:13 PM: Lil jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: Hi Lil
Principalpoop: going back to rb huh, redfoot, bemuda
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: if it's like an anology then it's the same thing
Dexter Fong: You summoned me, lily?
Cease: what year is this, tween?
Dexter Fong: 2014
Principalpoop: i was being metaphorical
DJTween: 2005
DJTween: lol Dex
Cease: there are never enough flowers on firesign chat
lily: DF hows it gonnin
||||||||| 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."
Lil: Oh brother I fell asleep :-(
Lil: Hi folks
Cease: thanks, tween. unthanks,dex.
DJTween: too much time in the Tardis, cease?
Principalpoop: sleep is our friend
EWeston: Lotta wackos in your bedroom
Dexter Fong: Lily: It's gonnin its gonnout
Lil: Hi Poop sweetie
Dexter Fong: like anything
Beet: Like everything
Principalpoop: you saw I am wackoing, is my cam on again?
Young Guy: no danger?
Beet: too slow on the draw
Cease: its not a good idea to expect me to undertand a dr. who ref, tween.
Lil: Hi DJ. I love these post-show shows
EWeston: Unliking anything
lily: quick on the uptake though
Principalpoop: must be cotton then
Cease: mordor living. when i first visited pusan korea in 1974, i thought i was in mordor
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: no exit!
DJTween: Cease: its not a good idea to expect me to undertand a dr. who ref, tween << oops sorry ;)
EWeston: Does it chaff?
Beet: Someone call the Tardis
DJTween: Cease: mordor living. when i first visited pusan korea in 1974, i thought i was in mordor << not exactly your first choice for a vacation spot?
Principalpoop: chaff? recount the votes
lily: no but it does grain
Cease: i know dr. who exists. i know country music exists. thats about the extent of my knowledge or tolerance
lily: Tardis
DJTween: lol
Dexter Fong: You can't call the ataries until they arrive
lily: here tatdis tardis
Dexter Fong: tardies
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
EWeston: ok chad
Principalpoop: tap tap, my hearing aid is off
Dexter Fong: thanks jeremy
lily: toadies
EWeston: How do you house train a Taris
shoes for the dead: chad is in Africa, not Oklahoma
||||||||| 9:19 PM: JonSM99 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
EWeston: Toaded away
Principalpoop: ever been to shetland?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: is it wrong that i only like immoral art?
lily: I love that
JonSM99: wrong is relative.
EWeston: No, but I know of a shit creek
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Luthur_Axehandle in through the front door at 9:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: I'm up on that creek a lot
DJTween: Hi Luther
Principalpoop: any relation to smackwater jack?
JonSM99: I'm on cripple creek
Principalpoop: paddles, oops wrong chat
EWeston: DA, Its hard to loose a relative. WCF, Nearly impossible
DJTween: hehe
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ddd into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:20 PM, then departs.
Beet: She sends me
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTween: Hi ddd
||||||||| 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!"
JonSM99: Are any of the Firesigns here or just fans?
ddd: hi all
||||||||| 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!"
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: so, what are you wearing?
DJTween: lol
Cease: sorry, just fans.
EWeston: They've showed occasionally as a red tag
lily: fan
Principalpoop: Fresh! giggle giggle
JonSM99: I'm wearing a cat and spaghetti sauce.
Cease: a flimsy burnoose
Dexter Fong: a saucy bernaise
lily: shos for industry
EWeston: Art, or a diet?
JonSM99: Don't get saucy with me!
lily: diet cat?
shoes for the dead: Lite saop
Principalpoop: Hollandaise and paris nights
DJTween: So I take it everybody's liking the audio quality of the new mixer?
||||||||| 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."
Beet: we'd be butter off
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: billy shakes to the brits, wow
||||||||| 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: He distracts, and chases the food
shoes for the dead: Mixe well!
Beet: Sound is perfect
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: 192/24 solid
Dexter Fong: Tween: Reading it 4 by 4
DJTween: cool, thanks :)
EWeston: On the ceiling and walls
JonSM99: hairball time!!
Principalpoop: Can we get Duluth?
shoes for the dead: Full Quieting
JonSM99: More Science High
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| John Q. Smith - dead from measles
||||||||| D'Gaffer of RB - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| AirshipAl - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Now now, the hairball diet had plenty of cred
JonSM99: Beat the Reaper, 1/2 mile
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: tierra del fuego bitches!
shoes for the dead: http://www.kumd.org/index.html Duluth
JonSM99: hairballs ARE a good diet...
EWeston: Wheat your Beeties 1/4 mi.
Beet: Anybody have an idea of Firesign's popularity outside the U.S.?
EWeston: Prue protein!
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: uh oh where's clem?
Principalpoop: yes we can, thanks obama
JonSM99: there's an outside the US??
Cease: they are cherished by the few in my country.
JonSM99: Same here, Cease. And I live in the US.
lily: I listened to fire sign in Bermuda many moos ago
JonSM99: MOOOOOOO!
Beet: cool
Principalpoop: Curiously there is a large firesign following in Karachi, Pakistan
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: lol, damned cows
lily: tats cow for moons
Cease: i used to play them on the radio stations i was on in canada and japan. always had great feedback
EWeston: Blah
Cease: no so curious, poop
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: damn!
DJTween: That's great, cease
Principalpoop: very curious, as that is a fib
JonSM99: I discovered them from my dad's old reel to reel tapes. I created a whole FT following at Oberlin, where I didn't go!
DJTween: very cool, Jon
Cease: good for you jon
JonSM99: I only learned how to account, and I can't account for myself.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: leprechaun scam?
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
EWeston: Learn op talk
JonSM99: Where's Rocky Roccoco?
Cease: i wonder about the interest new generations have of firesign.
Cease: they strived to be timeless from the beginning, but sometimes that doesnt work
JonSM99: media landscape has changed dramatically. are young people aware of FT?
||||||||| Merlyn sashays in at 9:30 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
''Bob'': I came Firesign in the late 80s -- that must make me at least second generation.
Beet: well the fireworks are over
Principalpoop: the legalization of marijuana shoujldl help sales hehe oh wow man
EWeston: New Zealand
JonSM99: ok I gotta go feed my cat. Here are some grub clusters you can chew on.
Cease: yes bob
EWeston: And the waterworks are at full stream
Beet: only the smoke remains
||||||||| "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!"
shoes for the dead: it's a sigular kind of humor that needs to be spread more
Young Guy: that sucked
Cease: i've already eaten, jon
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: drugs are for losers, man - just say 'no'
''Bob'': That was a great live recording. So glad I caught it this week!
Beet: could use a Whiz. though
Principalpoop: wrong chat, you want fox news
Cease: indeed shoes
DJTween: Yes, a very good recording
EWeston: Fard to say what your consumming these days
Principalpoop: hard even
Beet: it's in the water
EWeston: Never soft
lily: its in the air
EWeston: Its yellow!
Principalpoop: terrier water, from the sparkling innards of a terrier
shoes for the dead: i try not to say fard
lily: its name that desease
EWeston: I perfer Dachswater myself
JonSM99: It's the Elmers! They've come completely unglued!
Beet: It doesn't matter what you are consuming, someone is going to say it is bad for you.
lily: I gots plenty o that terrier water
EWeston: Don't make me larf Shoes
Principalpoop: sounds like a boston word, fard, yesterday was fard
EWeston: Aaayup
shoes for the dead: he said fard heh heh
Cease: ok i just shifted to the lower 5. hurts my ears.
Beet: I love this album
JonSM99: what's a Boston?
Principalpoop: who are you calling a neophyte? I am a post-industrialphyte
Cease: bergman's solo album? i dont have that.
EWeston: Its just this little pustule
lily: two if by land
||||||||| 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: tween: the theme of all of their work is power
Principalpoop: beans, and a nice pie, yum
shoes for the dead: goonrot
EWeston: 28 if by electric jet. Beany and Ciecil ref
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Cease: that sounds oddly erotic, poop
Beet: said the word power and he responded just like we do
Principalpoop: the genome project, studying the dna of gnomes
Rufus_T_Firetween: It's a compilation of bits he did for Public Radio
lily: Lord Beany and Ciecil
JonSM99: this big chromium switch
Principalpoop: some live to eat, others eat to live and those who count ahh wait
EWeston: Its Turtles all the way down
Cease: not so happy together
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Beet: this is actually a very good Basil Rathbone impression
Principalpoop: and the girl with lambchops
Merlyn: hey DJ
Principalpoop: all hail the M
Cease: here's merl. i was referring to you earlier
Beet: Yo Merl
JonSM99: I'M IMMORTAL!
EWeston: Sherry Lewis was the puppeteer
Merlyn: hey Beets
JonSM99: Oh, wait, no. I'm immoral.
Cease: we saw the lads do a part of electrician at the whidbey shows a few years ago, right?
Principalpoop: ahh yes, you guys are faster than google
EWeston: And I'm late for din din
Cease: morality is mobile
Principalpoop: bon appetite
Merlyn: oh, probably
JonSM99: I saw them in Tacoma a couple years ago. Didn't know Peter was gone. :(
EWeston: What's your carrier for morality
Cease: mabe rin tin tin has already eaten it, ew
lily: Soup Sales bananna cream
shoes for the dead: stanley's afghan
Beet: incisive
DJTween: Merlyn, do you know if the Millennium Trilogy will be available for purchase any time soon?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Young Guy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Dashboard Buddha - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Lil - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: tennessee ernie ford and queen for a day
Merlyn: I don't know DJ
EWeston: S'ok, I'm on that hairball diet
lily: Our Miss Brooks
JonSM99: doesn't taste good
Merlyn: I kind of wish they didn't explain the "show her up" joke
Principalpoop: hardball, you only eat things chris matthews would eat
lily: you need pepper
Cease: yes that's me.
EWeston: That works with diets and being handcuffed to the water heater helps too
JonSM99: chris matthews doesn't eat. he inflates.
Principalpoop: ok ok settle down lol
JonSM99: ooh kinky
Cease: one of the seattle shows we saw in 99, when they mentioned canadians they seemed to look at me.
Cease: it was a strange experience.
EWeston: Ran accross a suggestion to put some puncture padron cilies into sherry
Beet: case of the missing plot
JonSM99: damn I was in seattle in 99
Merlyn: don't look a gift canadian in the audience
lily: it ran away
JonSM99: lol Merlyn
EWeston: punctured chilies too
Beet: Most puns per second
Cease: both shows, jon?
JonSM99: I didn't know they were touring then.
Cease: yes beet, this is there most machine gun joke album
||||||||| 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: the pub in the skies
EWeston: He has an alarming smile
JonSM99: Tacoma is the only time I saw them.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: the double entedres are three deep in this one
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-rv
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: ratt - weren't they a band?
EWeston: Supposed no smell of a straight line anyway
Cease: last tour was 2011 i think. pete died in 2012 and there was a memorial show in kirkland in april
Principalpoop: Tacoma sounds like a disease, he cannot talk, he is in a tacoma
JonSM99: yeah that's about right!
DJTween: lol P
Principalpoop: horny pipe
JonSM99: I wish I'd known of the Kirkland show.
Cease: lol poop. austin often describes it like that
Cease: peter bergman's big brouhaha
JonSM99: In Seattle we call it the Tacoma Aroma.
Principalpoop: nice, hehe
EWeston: And his bro is in Datcoma
lily: sounds yummy
shoes for the dead: one fancy ale comin up
Cease: they recorded it and plan to release it eventually, maybe as a paid download, dont know the latest on that
Beet: I spent a year for five months in Spokane once
JonSM99: ;) I'm sorry Beet.
Cease: actually it was only 5 minutes. it just felt longer
JonSM99: BUY NEW CHEX-LAX! THE LAXATIVE CEREAL!
Beet: It'll be OK
shoes for the dead: was tha the jail sentance, Beet?
EWeston: The western roots of the Rocky Mountains are in hiding somewhere in Spokane
Beet: Felt like it. Actually it was a pretty good time most of it
Principalpoop: Bremerton, washington was an armpit, back when
JonSM99: "was"?
Principalpoop: it might be gentrified by now, on the sound
EWeston: Try south east Idahoe for a truly blasted landscape
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:48 PM, then departs.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mmmm armpits...
Nabby: (Here in spirit.)
Principalpoop: nabby
Beet: How are the potatoes?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: omg, wrong chat again, sorry
JonSM99: No, it's cheap and kinda nasty.
DJTween: oops, forgot the banner again
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Cease: fresh garbage to you too, nabby
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html'
lily: wow I guess a country needs two armpits I onlyknew of NJ
DJTween: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Bremerton is trying for midscale, and failing
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-rv
Principalpoop: if the usa sat down, roanoke would be thrust into darkness...
Beet: Hi Nabby
Cease: lol
EWeston: Wearing corrective shoes
JonSM99: If the USA sat down, all the Chinese would be crushed.
Cease: for Industry
EWeston: And not enough h spoons
Principalpoop: what crime do you have to commit to be put in corrective shoes?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: for the dead!
Beet: Boil M. Owl
Rufus_T_Firetween: J-Walking, of course
lily: don't step there
JonSM99: you take off your shoes to evade those who are trying to help you
EWeston: Charged as a spud with bad eyesight
Principalpoop: cut the soles off
shoes for the dead: Felonious instep
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mmmmm pig nut oil
Dexter Fong: ;
Principalpoop: having crooked toes? oh my
lily: flat hooved
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Add some Inca Hell OIl too it
Principalpoop: hind pawosis
EWeston: then flat hoverred
Cease: canadian- heavy oil
Cease: obama to say no?
JonSM99: I think you're bluffing, flatfoot
shoes for the dead: red herring oil
Cease: would be a great thing.
JonSM99: Obama can't say anything on KXL until after the election.
Principalpoop: dog wants a walk, brb
lily: I had an arch once where did Iput that
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: good for us all, jon. for now
JonSM99: st. louis?
lily: oops its in my eye brow
Beet: side 2
Cease: very bad for our harper. hopefully enough bad news to get him evicted next year election
JonSM99: fingers crossed. I was there when Harper got elected.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: who is this harper and why was he erected?
JonSM99: PM of Canada
JonSM99: Liberals had been in power 13 years.
||||||||| 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: only in the afternoon
EWeston: As the tar sands flow by
Cease: thanks lobo. i did my best
Beet: Everyone is looking for the electrician
JonSM99: I'm gonna head back over to Facebook. Have a good one, all.
EWeston: byie jon
||||||||| Catherwood leads Woody 1 into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:59 PM, then departs.
Cease: less tar extraction, the better
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Cease: hey wood.
shoes for the dead: hores corsettes
Cease: hale bruin
||||||||| 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!"
Woody 1: Hey.
lily: bye job
Beet: Got wood?
||||||||| 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!"
Woody 1: Wassupp?
EWeston: Got formica!
Woody 1: Not yet.
DJTween: Hi Woody
Cease: we aint. got any locoweed?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-rv
shoes for the dead: got milk, need Pi
||||||||| 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: Got some Lupis weed, its hairy
Cease: god said to job, kill me a son, job said you mut be putin me on
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ralph inside, makes a note of the time (10:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Woody 1: Road apple red?
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Cease: $3.14 at 7-11 shoes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-rv
Ralph: Oh no, I missed EVERYTHING
Beet: I'm Joe from Chicago
Cease: to the moooon, ralph
Ralph: and just so I could watch Bad Teacher
Woody 1: I love "the Rat"
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Alleyway mushrooms rather
DJTween: good one, cease
Beet: Maltese gunsell
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: Whiskers forward, whe you curb your rat
||||||||| 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."
Cease: mcdonalds canada in big scandal here now. just watching news
Cease: they are in serious damage control
Woody 1: Weird. Wife is trying to hail me into the living room to watch Elementary.
Ralph: Don't do it!
Principalpoop: back, yes, lets dance
Beet: Did rhet find out what was in the cheese?
Cease: havent seen you here in a while, wood
shoes for the dead: ya hiring imagrants over Canoks
DJTween: Your wife can conjure up hail?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: pig nuts!
lily: use your vcr lol
Ralph: I/m up to my nose in candy!
EWeston: There are so many thing McD's could do wrong. What is it this time?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: fried pig nuts from mcds?
Cease: not imigrants. just temp foreign workers
shoes for the dead: hiring, EW
Woody 1: I know. I've been a sprout, and I'm growing.
Cease: firing long term local workers to bring in cheap temp filipinos
Woody 1: dj. wouldn't put it past her.
EWeston: Hershy's is a great american abuser of guest workers also
Ralph: My god, is Salem on every night now?
Cease: harper will lose a lot of votes over this. he is scurrying
shoes for the dead: thats probly why our ex- congressass is buying Mc franchises
Woody 1: Don't mind the show actually. Another take on another take on another police drama.
DJTween: cease, will be interesting to see if they can stave off that trend
Cease: what show?
lily: moritorium on food
DJTween: It's so economically lucrative
Ralph: Which reel?
EWeston: I like foriegn language mystery's
Ralph: This is no movie... this is real!
Cease: seem real
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Principalpoop: qui est mort?
shoes for the dead: not reel, sureal
Principalpoop: Mort the sport, used to be my cohort
Cease: http://seemreal.com/
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold
||||||||| JonSM99 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Yes, and there's yoo bro paramort
lily: toc toc 2nd reel same as the first
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: electrician exposes himself!
Cease: seem real theatre was my audio production company in late 90s. plays with many firesign and chatters
EWeston: Is, is he dead?
shoes for the dead: Virginia Reel
Woody 1: Did my answer not appear? "Elementary"
Principalpoop: ahh, outside, walking the dog, i figured out this anal digit analog digital thing
Beet: The altar of holy science
Ralph: and interesting position, but it's not me.....
Principalpoop: non, this is not a pipe
EWeston: Try a differant costume
Ralph: eat magrittes
Principalpoop: oops, I must have sent the wrong negatives to the police
Cease: oui, mousier magirtte, it is inded a billlet. pay up now or move your ass out of here
EWeston: Soon to be all over facebook
Woody 1: a very acquired taste "Giant Rat." I like it alot.
Principalpoop: burkene, what is it called?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
EWeston: Fred
Principalpoop: yes, it gnaws on you
Beet: Frank is a very busy young man
shoes for the dead: until it eats your brain
Ralph: The High Priest of False Security! I love it
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: willard!
Dexter Fong: ;
DJTween: Ditto Ralph
Principalpoop: did michael jackson steal willard?
Dexter Fong: Fred Willard
lily: it tastes like chicken or old fish its how its prepared
DJTween: tastes like pork!
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willard_%281971_film%29
EWeston: So is his bathroom
Principalpoop: expensive, so little meat and hard to get per rat
Cease: rat,lily?
shoes for the dead: done right it tastes like Pork
lily: lol or watever
Woody 1: must chew or it the teeth will reach the brain
EWeston: Well there's always Rat Pizza
Principalpoop: willard was not the rat, like frankensteins monster, ok ok
Beet: snowball
Principalpoop: close, but no cigar either
Beet: Amazing
shoes for the dead: Voilints!
Principalpoop: thank you tween, wow, sounded great
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: who am us?
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
EWeston: There is a real recipe, and a warning
Ralph: Thanks Merlin!!!
Beet: fun night. Thanks as always Tween. Nite all.
squeeze_the_wheeze: great night
Woody 1: well technically, Frankenstein was an adopted son.
shoes for the dead: Thanks Merl and Tween!!!
||||||||| 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'
EWeston: Se yah Beet
Woody 1: the monster, I mean.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
lily: geese from the neighbors back yard
Principalpoop: so that was his name, good, i was not going to change how I talked about him anyway
DJTween: THanks for listening folks. Glad the new mixer is working out
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:19 PM, dragging Governor Slugwell by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Ralph: HAHAHAHAHA
lily: thanks tween
EWeston: Time to go, where's my Cezh?
Principalpoop: land has lots of trousers
DJTween: just in time for the end of the show :)
||||||||| "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!"
Merlyn: Buy "Close Cigars", for a taste that's nearly perfect.
Woody 1: the monster was savagely adopted from several fathers
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:20 PM.
Principalpoop: ouch, that one has whiskers on it M
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: awesome
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:20 PM train to Elmertown.
lily: pack umtight folks they gotta last all night
||||||||| "10:20 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Ralph: Good bless you, and God night
Governor Slugwell: and pussy cats to eat them when the sun
Governor Slugwell: goes
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:21 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn LeRoy, just back from Hellmouth."
Governor Slugwell: down
Principalpoop: good luck to all and to all a good night, ciaooo
lily: down
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 10:21 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..."
Ralph: hey is any of you Brew?
Dexter Fong: Nite all
Merlyn LeRoy: I must keel myself
||||||||| Dexter Fong departs at 10:21 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Merlyn LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Merlyn at 10:21 PM
lily: ave a great week see yas
||||||||| At 10:22 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn LeRoy!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Woody 1: Frankenstein is still one of the most eloquently written saddest stories of all time.
lily: ta and toodles
Ralph: bye lily
Cease: of all time is an interesting almost science fiction concept
Cease: off we flee
||||||||| Cease rushes off, saying "10:23 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| 10:23 PM: uhClem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Woody 1: I never felt the emotion of the story until I read it the first time. The monster--poor bastard.
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ddd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| bozo - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Governor Slugwell: No, No, No! You don't understand how radio works! All I have to do to return us to the present is the fade my voice out like this and cue the organist!
Woody 1: Sorry, Gov. I feel the radio vibes, but I must retire at this point. The page seems to be stuck or others seem to have drifted off into an unknown cyber delirium. Good night.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Heater Hooker Hellmouth - dead from measles
||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from the common cold
||||||||| uhClem - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Mr. Bark Bark', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Luthur_Axehandle - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Son of Williard inside, makes a note of the time (1:01 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Son of Williard - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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:
AirshipAl
Beet
''Bob''
Cease
Dashboard Buddha
ddd
Dexter Fong
D'Gaffer of RB
DJTween
dude
EWeston
Governor Slugwell
Heater Hooker Hellmouth
JonSM99
Lil
lily
Merlyn
Merlyn LeRoy
Nabby
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
ah, Clem
Woody 1
Young Guy URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willard_%281971_film%29
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-rv
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemreal.com/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MC5
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.kumd.org/index.html
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow