||||||||| 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 May 01, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Outside, the 6:36 AM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| It's 6:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:16 PM and late as usual, it's uhClem, just back from Massachusetts." ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' DJTween: Hi clem ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Little Feat) - 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)' ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:33 PM and late as usual, it's Heater Hooker Hellmouth, just back from Texas." DJTween: Hi Heater Heater Hooker Hellmouth: howdy Heater Hooker Hellmouth: you were asking me about marillion recently, have never gotten into them - only familiar due to pete trewavas as bass player of transatlantic Heater Hooker Hellmouth: is this waiting for columbus? DJTween: Yeah, Waiting for Columbus DJTween: fantastic live album Heater Hooker Hellmouth: y, familiar with it from some radio play when it cam eout, but don't own it - need to pick it up ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dude in through the front door at 8:45 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTween: Hi dude DJTween: Yeah, WFC is one of my all-time favorite live albums ||||||||| "8:48 PM? 8:48 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the couch. Heater Hooker Hellmouth: it did get the half-speed master / MFSL treatment, i'm wondering if anyone has done a 5.1 mix on it ||||||||| 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!" DJTween: Hey PrincP Principalpoop: hey there DJTween: @ HHH - mmmm 1/2 Speed Master. I have a few of those ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:51 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" DJTween: Hi doggie Heater Hooker Hellmouth: i'm not a fan of vinyl, too much surface noise - but i do understand the intense drive to get the best possible sound out of the medium, whether it is analog or digital Heater Hooker Hellmouth: bark bark? Mr. Bark Bark: Arf Arf DJTween: Vinyl has actually made quite a comeback DJTween: New stuff being released on vinyl, as well as re-issues DJTween: and there's always the laser turntable, if you don't like surface noise Principalpoop: my ears are almost kaput anyway. I just need loud, and preferably I know the words already DJTween: :/ DJTween: We're all getting old, aren't we P? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Funfun Town." Heater Hooker Hellmouth: yes, very much aware of the revival, just prefer 1s/0s vs. dirty vinyl/pops crackles DJTween: Hi EW ||||||||| Catherwood leads lily inside, makes a note of the time (8:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Hey Tween, shoes for industry this fine Maydayy DJTween: Hey lili DJTween: lily, even lily: hail lords and ladies Principalpoop: there is a lack of depth with digital, guitar strings also create surface noise, beyond the actual chord played, kinda sorta DJTween: Don't know why I keep wanting to turn the y into an i DJTween: Mayday it is! EWeston: Whaddabout us lards Principalpoop: oh it is may, K3wL happy may all Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes for industry! DJTween: Maybe I should have decided to play All Hail Marx And Lennon ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: communism is dead, the best we can hope for is commielite lily: good evening lards and turds Principalpoop: hi lily DJTween: lol Principalpoop: i resemble that feces lily: Hi Poop EWeston: Keep them durn corn sweeteners outta our cominism lily: it matters Principalpoop: what matters? EWeston: I'm deep frying even as we speak ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Merlyn: I'm eating DJTween: Hey Merlyn Principalpoop: hello M Heater Hooker Hellmouth: all power to the people? does putin make us nostalgic for the good old days of soviet thuggery? Principalpoop: bon ap ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'st slade', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... EWeston: Merly Merly DJTween: Hi slade ||||||||| 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 Beet disembarks at 8:59 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 01, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Beet: LOUD AND CLEAR. Sounds great, Tween. Hello all. EWeston: We're Beet again st slade: Hi Tween, hello all Beet: Hi Poop, EW Heater Hooker Hellmouth: solid Principalpoop: That is not a good old invastion with tanks and helicopters and stuff, Principalpoop: it does sound great EWeston: Some great bits on this album ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... ||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: ahhh, the early 70s EWeston: Cease yowzer shoes for the dead: Howdy all Principalpoop: hello cah nah dah ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging Nabby by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Principalpoop: shoes Cease: hi Principalpoop: and nabby EWeston: Jello Ranggoon! Beet: These were a great return to classic Firesign thought patterns Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes for industry, it's mayday Beet: Hi Cease Nabby: Jello! EWeston: Tweenies got a little echo on him Beet: Hi Nab Cease: keep on beeting ||||||||| 9:03 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" Beet: take a beeting every day Cease: nabbing Cease: fonging Nabby: Yes it is EWeston: Protect them from the Giant Space Bunnies Beet: Gi Dex ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DadSir2U into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:03 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: speaking of sincere and funny, heeeeeres fong Nabby: Love this stuff Beet: Read "Hi" Principalpoop: oh dad sir 2 me DJTween: Wow, that reviewer needs a remedial English lesson or two EWeston: Read goon books ||||||||| 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!" Dexter Fong: Howdy all ||||||||| Catherwood enters with 4d3fect close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom. Nabby: go DO ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: Hi Dex Nabby: And hi all! DadSir2U: bombs away Cease: all heil firesign Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby EWeston: Its your Kama 4d3fect: what have you done to my fonts? DJTween: Hi 4d3 shoes for the dead: hail too ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” - 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 temporarily out of print)' 4d3fect: Gah, back soon Nabby: Oh darlin' EWeston: Hail and rain, forever ||||||||| 4d3fect leaves to catch the 9:05 PM train to Hellmouth. shoes for the dead: Heil makes microphones ||||||||| Catherwood escorts 4d3fect into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs. Nabby: Another uprising Beet: belch DJTween: Even though these are independent bits from the NPR series, it really can be listened to as an album EWeston: Geaven makes earpods Nabby: Greets Tween ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:06 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs 4d3fect by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln DJTween: Hey Nabby shoes for the dead: eat it alorange Nabby: get the suits Mr. Bark Bark: My iron lung is working again! EWeston: Hazmat is on the way DJTween: breating can be useful Beet: so called "awake" Principalpoop: do you have a cast iron stomach and brass balls too? Nabby: Beat St. Jack Nabby: haha Beet: an all-metal alimebtary DJTween: Hey Dexter DJTween: wonder where cease is Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny Nabby: Click __here__ now EWeston: How's the market for forged iron stomach's? ||||||||| "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!" Dexter Fong: He's up on the roster DJTween: Aha, I missed the cat creep in Principalpoop: canada, i think Cease: you start, you cease DJTween: Hey Cease Dexter Fong: SECOND PLACE AFTER Bee Mr. Bark Bark: Got them from my friend Mohamet. Did a grand job on my ankles. Dexter Fong: t Nabby: three prong monte Cease: i used this in several of my firesign radio plays, if they're ever played lily: kank;ets Cease: i struggle to avoid swear words DJTween: What would you like me to play, Cease? Cease: hi lily Nabby: choice DO Principalpoop: alimentary my dear ahh watson Nabby: TIPS ||||||||| 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." lily: hi cease Mr. Bark Bark: Nairobi, ma'am, isn't everybody? Cease: in what context, tween? Cease: fiesign stuff? how about something most people don't know, like Power DJTween: I meant a suggestion for one of your plays Nabby: hi lily Cease: or are you talking about my work with the guys Beet: Hello to NSA as usual EWeston: Warf? Nabby: limbaugher stinx lily: Hi Babby Beet: Greetings Lil lily: Nabby ugh DJTween: I was going to play Power when Proctor showed up for an interview, but I haven't heard anything back. He's been really busy Nabby: mutt & smutt ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Heater Hooker Hellmouth: anyone here listening in for the nsa tonight? ||||||||| 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." Cease: i dont know about y'all but i find short hair downright unaesthetic lily: typooooooooooooooos ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: teehee lily DJTween: Will play Power next week. Thanks for the suggestion Beet: The infinite warehouse of Mutt & Smutt Nabby: indeed beet Cease: unfortunatetly it gets too warm here to drive without hair in my face so i submitted to my yearly haircur a few minutes ago. Principalpoop: sorry, george harrison lookalike from the cover of all things must pass hehe Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln DadSir2U: I think the nsa playoffs are happening ||||||||| 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 maryjo disembarks at 9:13 PM. EWeston: Sneeze raise your rightleg and flee the country Cease: i am so ugly it creates a new category of ugliness, but at least i will be able to see the students i give awards to tomorrow morning lily: my hair is past my waist just like my boobs Beet: racist coaches? DJTween: Hi MJ Mr. Bark Bark: I went to the NSA playoffs once, and a war broke out! DJTween: lol lily Nabby: Greetings Principalpoop: standing up or lying on your back or both? DadSir2U: but they heard every word Nabby: haha lily Cease: the 15th annual Monique Ishikawa award for an essay competiion by first year Japanese language students. ||||||||| 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!" lily: gravity takes itss toll Cease: bark, they tend to do that Nabby: splat! Principalpoop: I shaved my beard and discovered I am working on a second chin... DJTween: gravity takes what's toll? Mr. Bark Bark: Once, I had a secret war... that lived, within the heart of me... Nabby: i got lost in my own beard once Principalpoop: toll house cookies, oh yum shoes for the dead: is it working yet, Poop? EWeston: No it grabs the troll, and heads for the tree line ||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Stlouielou should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Stlouielou enters and sits on the couch. Cease:http://moniqueishikawa.com/ Nabby: troll house cookies Principalpoop: 2nd chin or 2nd adams apple, I will have to wait and see lily: troll briges the gap Beet: I just had a thought (it happens) that Firesign is kind of a sonic equivalent to Mad Magazine. Cease: the winning essayist has to riff on what she or he has learned from this website. Cease: hi st louiey DJTween: Hi louie EWeston: Never take a shroom from a troll Stlouielou: Ola Amigos! Mr. Bark Bark: Deputy Dan has no friends Nabby: don't be gruff lily Principalpoop: meet me in st louie, stewy Beet: Hey St Louie shoes for the dead: or a troll from a shroom Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mmmm solid hellmouth reference Nabby: hey sll lily: billy goats are not my thing Mr. Bark Bark: Don't come to St. Louie-- it's freezing! Stlouielou: If your rollin' I'm smokin' EWeston: Sounds interesting cease Cease: loo is brit for toilet, i believe. eee is japanese for very good. so the name of the city is really saint really good toilet. Cease: much better than what LA was actually named DJTween: Cold in May, Bark? EWeston: Banishing trolls is hard Stlouielou: your not shitin'! Mr. Bark Bark: Now you know... the rest of the story: The Arch is just a modernistic representation of a toilet seat with the lid up. Nabby: how about herman goats? lily: so des ne DJTween: scent toilet? Principalpoop: the original name of roanoke was Saltlick, believe or don't Nabby: happy "harry" Beet: built by guys of course Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes! lily: hermans are good for something Cease: tween, you asked me what i wanted you to play. you mean from my stuff or firesign or what? Principalpoop: what could that mean? Mr. Bark Bark: Raising Caine. ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: boing ho dung Cease: industry. death EWeston: Trap a herman and interogate hiz ass Nabby: zing! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln Nabby: bong! Beet: Always read "Choose" for "Shoes" Cease: this is so well produced its' scaryu EWeston: Cough Principalpoop: General Goatheart Mr. Bark Bark: God Bless you, General Goatheart. Nabby: gong! Beet: real gong Principalpoop: pyoo pyoo Cease: taling scary, i had a crab cake this afternoon that was so good i thought i'd entered another dimension of crab wonder Stlouielou: Ghost Goat ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: shoes do not sleep EWeston: Played by J Arther Rank Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mayday! lily: goat tea Cease: did yall see ossman on facebook recently? apparent a new book. Cease: wish somebody would show up here and tell us Nabby: Phase goat EWeston: Diaper surprise Nabby: devilish goat tea? lily: yum EWeston: Its run off Nabby: they're in everbody's eggs Heater Hooker Hellmouth: lol, culturally Principalpoop: peppermint goat tea lily: and don't forgethe little goatlet caes Nabby: salters and miners Nabby: aww goatlet cakes just like grammy used to ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:23 PM, dragging dmc by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" EWeston: Sofa mine claim analist DJTween: Hi dmc Nabby: ew! Nabby: I mean EW! Cease: sounds like a drug Principalpoop: stay away from my clam Stlouielou: run,,,it's dmc EWeston: He's intense DJTween: ew, EW! Nabby: zactly Mr. Bark Bark: He used to be in wigwams, but it got to be too much. Principalpoop: phew, that was close lily: two tense ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| maryjo - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: i just read Shell Shocked by the turtle dude. major revelation, violently anti-dope zappa actually got stoned with flo and eddy 3 times. DJTween: cease got his wig wammed shoes for the dead: makes a twenty Nabby: pup tense Stlouielou: I made an air pocket a few minutes ago....phew EWeston: Set phazers to anialate Cease: also that flo and eddy were asked to be the singers in steely dan cuz friend fagan hated his voice dmc: hey, how come nobody laughs at my posts. like the pic of jerry brown and wife in his old plymouth? 'forward into the past" i think it's funny ass shit Nabby: ill bet you did sll ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" DJTween: hadn't heard that, cease Cease: now i'm finishing fagan;s autobi, emminent hipsters Nabby: interesting C shoes for the dead: rub his belly, Nabby DJTween: Flo & Eddie were from The Turtles, right? Beet: hehe Cease: no shit Stlouielou: I saw Flo and Eddie a few times...amazing Principalpoop: to and fro ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Nabby: wubba EWeston: From Portland as well Mr. Bark Bark: In cyberspace, nobody can hear you laugh, lily: HAHA Nabby: wubba Cease: the intro is by pen gilette, proctor friend. Mr. Bark Bark: See? Stlouielou: Si Turtles Zappa T-rex Nabby: well yeah Cease: pen says he is inspired to never smoke dope because his hero zappa never smoked dope. whoops shoes for the dead: Mudshark! Stlouielou: I smoke enough for both of them EWeston: Which ever one showed up in her underwear, was wrong Cease: pen and teller, adrift in a cloud of good dope Cease: we wont see that lily: I smoke salmaon Mr. Bark Bark: That's why I never listened to Zappa. dmc: it's penn, btw EWeston: I smoke Samoans ||||||||| At 9:28 PM, dmc vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:28 PM and dmc steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Cease: but teller's new version of the tempest, my fave shakespeare play, music by tom waits, is making me wish i were in vegas seeing it now Beet: do they object? Principalpoop: pennsylvania station 456 dmc: it's penn btw Nabby:http://youtu.be/Y2hiDYE5Qdw lily: nothing like a good smoker EWeston: Its usually good stuff, so not so far ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: pardon me boy ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Stlouielou: nice on nabby Cease: is there a bad smoker, lily? EWeston: Soon as I'm elected governor, sure dmc: forward into the past Elayne: May Day! May Day! Happy May Day, everyone! Principalpoop: hi E lily: nah Cease: are you the chattanooga choo choo? Nabby: Elayne hi shoes for the dead: Hey E Stlouielou: Elayne EWeston: Happy May and a harfday Beet: Are they having a parade in the Kremlin Cease: wow. it's el lily: cino de uno Beet: Hi E Elayne: We are through with busy season, and I'm three Guinnesses to the wind! Nabby: is that the cat that chewed your new shoes Principalpoop: maya de uno DJTween: Hey E Elayne: Now I get to relax and do my self-eval for four days before my main boss returns. Mr. Bark Bark: Cino de Uno was a great movie house in Capri Stlouielou: pappa oo mow mow Elayne: And maybe, just maybe, have lunch with Dex. Nabby: where's the feel-good in that? DJTween: Elayne is quite a stout lady this evening Principalpoop: nice pants EWeston: Ahuuma wacka Elayne: Tween, I keep forgetting how dehydrated alcohol makes me. Cease: you drink enough in a year to make me filled with thirst in a daily visit, el Mr. Bark Bark: Those are my legs Nabby: Jack's back DJTween: Yes E, it does do that Elayne: 'Tis true, Cat, a EWeston: Shavem Elayne: I'm not really a drinker. Principalpoop: i saw that on the news too, just as water Cease: i will celebrate my 43rd anniversary with alcholhism in a few monthes el Mr. Bark Bark: Shavem's in the fall, isn't it? dmc: wheres the guy that started this DJTween: actually, alcohol is a bad way to quench your thirst on a hot day Nabby: I drink only at weddings and funerals Stlouielou: and I don't like cocaine...just like the way it smells Cease: 48th anniversary as a firesigncolic Mr. Bark Bark: You came back! Cease: i agree st llulois. fuck coke DJTween: lol louie EWeston: You fogot the wakeway season Cease: someone marryies and dies every day, nabby Nabby: but I'm winning DJTween: good point, cease ;) Stlouielou: I found maxwell house...same buzz and $99 dollars left in my pocket Beet: sometimes simultaneously Nabby: Coke is the Real Thing Mr. Bark Bark: Even when we all get swept up to Shibboleth. Nabby: good point C shoes for the dead: and it's allways five o'coock somewhere ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: superduperpower Nabby: It sure is Mr. Bark Bark: Tomdalay is a very popular girl's name, these days. Beet: The Oligargic States of America Cease: when the cops woke me up to tell me my daughter had just been slaughtered, i said i don't believe it. but someone dies in the news every day ms. cop told me. it has to be someboyd dmc: forward shoes for the dead: Snakes Heater Hooker Hellmouth: that's a lot of shite ||||||||| 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!" Cease: lots of sunnis too, hellmouth Principalpoop: fecal matter Nabby: What's brown and sounds like a bell? ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Heater Hooker Hellmouth: (no comment) Mr. Bark Bark: Mostly von Bulow's. Beet: Oh Shit, what was that word I was looking for? Heater Hooker Hellmouth: dung! Nabby: HHH Principalpoop: may I propose, poop? Stlouielou: carp Cease: it must be in your ass, beet Heater Hooker Hellmouth: i remember that from monty python EWeston: Collin passer Nabby: this is a great bit Nabby: yepsk HHH ya got me Beet: You're right, Cease! Cease: poop, do you take dung shit to be your lawful weaded turd Principalpoop: scatological references are inappropriate you dick wads ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: haa Nabby: lol lily: wads of dick like wads of cash? EWeston: Wealded fecals is much better Heater Hooker Hellmouth: does it offend the nsa monitors? ||||||||| 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: to hold forever, oh my shoes for the dead: like hard cash? Nabby: I'd like to say hi to the NSA and how's Elvis? Stlouielou: Welded Fecals...is the name of my new band lily: yeh EWeston: Cropoliths rule! Beet: the nsa can't say of course Nabby: good name Mr. Bark Bark: No such anus. Nabby: of course ||||||||| 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!" Stlouielou: post toasties was taken Cease: jays just took lead against kansas cify with rasmus homer EWeston: You have a unque physiology ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uhClem - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: virtually free.... shoes for the dead: what about the pre- toasties/ Principalpoop: the elite are the elite for a reason, look at the owner of the clippers... Nabby: oh oh they're back Mr. Bark Bark: They're shot from cannons. Cease: which clem: Cease: poop, what does that mean? lily: o we have to EWeston: Stuufed into bunkers Stlouielou: the pre fab poasties were great...Stig was my favorite Nabby: pigs tinklin Principalpoop: i'd rather not too Beet: I want a complete inventory from Mutt & Smut's store Cease: elites are inherently racist? i dont think so Nabby: scary party goodies! Stlouielou: till he hooked up with the asian Plamyra Delran Principalpoop: I meant psychotic Cease: the elite's only priority is to remain in power. fuck everything else. Mr. Bark Bark: Just the truss-fund beanies. Sheltered pups, you know. Nabby: eat the elite Beet: Inherently Plantation thinkers Nabby: burp shoes for the dead: sounds like a car, Louie Cease: beet, that would be too funny to reveal Nabby: neon knockers in slime lily: splunge Stlouielou: bloddy squit fish...another good name ||||||||| 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: A lot of insecurity in that population, crasy as it seems Mr. Bark Bark: And guess who's turn it is now? Cease: not mine, bark Nabby: arf Heater Hooker Hellmouth: this release isn't in print anymore, is it? Mr. Bark Bark: Hey, don't go in there, it's got a flashing red light! EWeston: Where's that sexbot? Beet: I is a PROFESSIONAL slave now Principalpoop: life, stranger than fiction, believe it or don't EWeston: Too infinity, and beyond! Nabby: out of stock - laugh.com Cease: lol weston Principalpoop: red drawf on drugs lily: it takes alot of friction for life Heater Hooker Hellmouth: bummer, thanks for checking Cease: beyond infinity. must the the anti-unverse republicans live in Nabby: np EWeston: Listen must have ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" EWeston: Lister Nabby: PiBS is the bomb DJTween: The certainly did good hiring these guys for a bit :) Principalpoop: oh nsa, she said bomb DJTween: lol lily: is that why there are so many sink holes shoes for the dead: Lister the cow tipper Nabby: I wonder if they ever had any idea whatsoever what was going on Nabby: always tip cows well Cease: this is too time sensitve Stlouielou: tipper?...I hardley knew her? EWeston: Hu am they anyway Nabby: i don't miss tipper much DJTween: It think it was meant to be contemporary, cease Cease: why would anyone today wish to know who sex and the city stars were in the their zeitgesit second? DJTween: Remember, this was done as part of NPR's main news show EWeston: Dad tiped a few out houses Principalpoop: the miami terrorists group could not figure out how to rob a shoe store, the fbi game them boots Stlouielou: she gave me global warming...in my pants Nabby: indeed Tween DJTween: hehe P Nabby: with oysters in em Cease: yes tween. nprf knew they had an audience that could be hustled Nabby: the indian piece that NPR passed on DJTween: and this is the one NPR wouldn't play, because they said it made no sense Cease: this is not my fave version of this DJTween: well put, Nabby Nabby: Thanksgiving show Heater Hooker Hellmouth: lol shoes for the dead: cept for this "inconprehensible" stuff........... Mr. Bark Bark: Does it conform to my illusion of myself? Principalpoop: garrison keller npr fans may have just been confused hehe ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:49 PM, dragging Merlyn_LeRoy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" lily: schwetty balls ||||||||| Merlyn_LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Merlyn at 9:49 PM Cease: tween, the koch brothers have vast control over that Nabby: What did they say? inscrutable? incomprehensible? something like that DJTween: Hi LeRoy Principalpoop: snl, cooties Mr. Bark Bark: Magic Merlyn Merlyn_LeRoy: fake clone lily: sorry npr Principalpoop: what would a real clone look like? Cease: as you know from the firesign playbook, j edgar hoover considerfed firesign the most dangerous folks in the states. mafia was a minor threat compared to them DJTween: The Koch Brothers control NPR? EWeston: Check your genes at the door Nabby: is that simulated do you suppose Stlouielou: don't go eatin' my heart...great tune Mr. Bark Bark: The only real clone is a dead clone Principalpoop: stimulated DJTween: >> Cease: as you know from the firesign playbook, j edgar hoover considerfed firesign the most dangerous folks in the states. mafia was a minor threat compared to them << which say much about the people who are 'protecting' our country Nabby: zap very stimulating Beet: Koch big sponsor on PBS shoes for the dead: simulcasted Cease: npr/pbs. yes, tween. Nabby: bong! DJTween: *says much DJTween: didn't know that, Beet EWeston: As Wierd Al, said you can send yourself out for pizza Principalpoop: I doubt they contribute to bill moyers show hehe Cease: zappa's sort of point was you cant be a successful revolutoinary/musician if you're stoned cuz then you wouldnt know what you were doing. Nabby: weeeelll Stlouielou: sniffin' Koch lily: uneducated eggtacators DJTween: or Frontline, for that matter Cease: what i learned from the book was that frank didnt realy beiieve that EWeston: Prededicator all Nabby: eggs acktly lily Mr. Bark Bark: I didn't WANT to know what I was doing. Nabby: Alien vs Prededicator Beet:http://www.pbs.org/ombudsman/2013/05/david_koch_and_pbs_the_odd_couple.html Cease: ok, i just read Shell Shocked by flo and eddy guy, then Eminent HIpsters by Fagan, watched From Byrds to EAgles a bbc show on the air somewhere, etc. EWeston: With the Predeterminator playing cleanup Cease: lots of info about the same folks Cease: but form different perspectives Cease: austinis a neighbour of mrs zappa. or mrs invention as he calls her DJTween: a good mix of perspectives, cease ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dmc - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Stlouielou: I never mix my perspectives Nabby: Beat St. Nick Beet: 'Bye Elayne Cease: by el shoes for the dead: blitzem lily: I mix metaphores Beet: A Typewriter Mr. Bark Bark: If you read the warning notes, you'll see you can't mix some perspectives. ||||||||| 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: Multiple perspectives can be cool, usually archetectural as well Cease: tween, what did you mean when you asked me what to play? Principalpoop: yes, be circumspect lily: everthings bluff sir Cease: metawhores would be too sloppy Stlouielou: I used to know a girl that had Multiple perspectives EWeston: Not buff yet eh? DJTween: @ cease - which of your plays with FST people might like to hear ||||||||| 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." lily: well I can play the partof the whore Cease: where's my muff? Principalpoop: careful or you get stuff dripped on the camera lens Mr. Bark Bark: This is giving me an elevation. DJTween: The Case Of The Missing Muff Stlouielou: and a altitude too lily: raising the dead Cease: lily, have you heard my plays with the firesigns? i've used many chatters Nabby: He said the "C" word ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Ahmed inside, makes a note of the time (9:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Ronnie Duddly, is it you, finally? DJTween: @ cease - how about posting the link for the folks? lily: no cease wher would I find that? DJTween: Hi Ahmed Cease:http://seemreal.com/ Beet: They loved W Nabby: Ahmed Principalpoop: ahem ahmed EWeston: Glued to their seats by M Cease: hey ahmed. wanna check my ankule? Nabby: couch locked Mr. Bark Bark: I didn't know you played, Cease! Nabby: kachunk Stlouielou: WTF says I'm in miami...lol...boy did they get a wrong number Ahmed: not your froggy little native boy Stlouielou: nino ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. lily: ok I am out to read some stuff luv yas have a great one Mr. Bark Bark: You are now, STLL ||||||||| "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!" Nabby: Y-tookie! EWeston: But what do we do with these leather aprons? Principalpoop: ciao lily Stlouielou: I read a book once...didn't care for it EWeston: Bu by Lily Nabby: gbye lily Cease: the first three plays, an infinite trilogy, come from when i was involved with the great apes movement. ossman was also involved with this and we exchanged material from our work in 95-96 shoes for the dead: see ya lily ||||||||| 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." Ahmed: try running through the fields by the sea-o... EWeston: A book read me once, but it remained unsatisfied Nabby: what kind of man reads playboy Principalpoop: just the braile version EWeston: Onan Winkie Dink shoes for the dead: came in a box Cease: phil austin was so appalled by my lousy acting, he demanded to star in my next, long play neal amid as neal cassidy. austin can act. i know the word act is the dictionary Ahmed: let's be 2003 NOW -- and this time let's get it right! Stlouielou: haven't we all? EWeston: Left in a barrel Nabby:http://youtu.be/34LPGEICAQs Beet: Great collection Nabby: Great collection Beet: Great minds Nabby: jinx beet Principalpoop: walking the dog, brb Nabby: have fun pp ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Beet: Is there a place to find a list of upcoming releases from the boys? Nabby: Isn't there a new book happening? DJTween: The newer stuff is all available from the Firesale Store Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books Mr. Bark Bark: Right here, darling, right here. Now, don't be nervous, I won't bite... Beet: I have heard some speak about video? Ahmed: bringing the war back home in shopping bags DJTween: They have some video releases, including Weirdly Cool Cease: beet, the website would tell you. taylor jessen updates in all media when necessarfy EWeston: And body bags Cease: tween, many and more coming ||||||||| 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." Nabby: yay taylor! Cease: indeed, nabby shoes for the dead: he woks again.............. Cease: osman told me (merlyn was there too) that the remaining guys want all their stuff released EWeston: With super saturated fat Nabby: wonderful Cease: dont know it thats still true but that's what he told me 2 years ago Rufus_T_Firetween: Weirdly Cool (PBS Video Play) - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wc-ln Cease: some some bak choy, shoes. Nabby: lol Cease: have a mushroom. hallucinate having more than one Ahmed: Regnad Kcin Rufus_T_Firetween: Weirdly Cool is definitely something you want in your collection. FST on stage for PBS, doing lots of the classic bits ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: indeed, tween Rufus_T_Firetween: I don't know if there is a central location for all the videos Beet: I saw it when it first aired. I have the DVD too. Great show Cease: well worth the bucks Rufus_T_Firetween: Merlyn do you know if there is a central page for all the available FST videos? Cease: yes merl will know. it's his job. but whether he is here or not is not know Cease: known Cease: known by me Ahmed: how does he make his voice do that? Cease: only a theoretical realtiy. DadSir2U: thanks for the pomegranates Cease: i thought they were breasts EWeston: Thank the elevator boy shoes for the dead: reality IS just a theory Mr. Bark Bark: I was doing a thought-experiment on myself the other day, but then someone came in the door. EWeston: It has too much hair Cease: if it were not, we would not need firesign, shoes Nabby: did someone say breasts? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv Nabby: of toast? Mr. Bark Bark: Yup Principalpoop: yes, show us your tits shoes for the dead: snikker EWeston: Loin of bodice shoes for the dead: tastes like Pork Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign T-shirts, coffee mugs and other goodies now available at >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: Chewy Principalpoop: no anchovies Mr. Bark Bark: He doesn't look any older... Cease: mmm. loin Nabby: the little flat things Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php EWeston: Pectorals? Principalpoop: loin greene, on Bo nan za Mr. Bark Bark: CD's? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “School For Actors” - 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 buy Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765' Ahmed: what about dem? DJTween: drat! forgot to change the banner again shoes for the dead: what about dose EWeston: An does...ok a deer a female deer, but really! Cease: the best japanese food is tonkatsu, deep fried loin of pork. nothingbetter in this world Principalpoop: drat? no more wc fields movies for tween DJTween: hehe Nabby: the soft underbelly DJTween: gosh bedaniel! EWeston: His drat has a draft Principalpoop: squeeze him right there, maybe he will pass another Beet: thought it was Godfrey Nabby: that's thumb lighter Principalpoop: a gourd skirt shoes for the dead: what? EWeston: Totally hides any profile Principalpoop: it is it Beet: Existential, anyone? Nabby: love is strange Principalpoop: and it stinks, if done correctly EWeston: No I just put one out shoes for the dead: is it? Cease: oo, jays winning. for once Nabby: love stinques EWeston: Ann Elk's fabled theory Cease: 7-3 over KC Principalpoop: the tongue is in the tale Mr. Bark Bark: "Small at one end, very large in the middle, and very small at the other end." DJTween: I love that Python skit, Bark EWeston: Brain bleach Stat DJTween: "It is my idea. What it is." Principalpoop: blue jays defeating kentucky fried chickens, super Ahmed: Don't dally! EWeston: The theory, which is mine. Mine mine mine, you hear? Nabby: gotta go, would someone please open the bomb bay doors? Principalpoop: or dawdle Nabby: good to see you all Principalpoop: ciao nabby Dexter Fong: Night Nabby Nabby: have a great n groovy weekend Mr. Bark Bark: Good luck in the Derby! shoes for the dead: by Nabby Beet: G'Nite Nab EWeston: Bombay doors swinging and open baby Cease: kansas city assholes ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Principalpoop: far out, i can dig it, it is it Cease: by naby. keep on nabby] Cease: jhi poop EWeston: Your shovel is near sighted ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: jahalai Nabby: PS: Thanks Tween! Cease: i can barely see Beet: louie be gone Principalpoop: houston, we have lost st louis Dexter Fong: DadSir Too gone DJTween: You're very welcome, Nabby :) EWeston: Radar sense failing! Cease: louie the last Beet: Glenn Miller Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my, look at the time-- I'm going to be late for my bridge club! Bye, all! Principalpoop: woof DJTween: Bye Bark EWeston: Spidy sense mutating, again. Dexter Fong: Gruff Cease: fagan book tribute to boswell sisters mentions glen miller as one of their arrangers Beet: Bark begone too ||||||||| "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: club that bridge, Bark! EWeston: Warf on boyo Cease: am i the only person here who actually knows david ossman? DJTween: never met any of them EWeston: I met him and Juith once at their home. Good folks Principalpoop: define person, and knows, and the other words too please ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live Radio Free Roadkill show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' shoes for the dead: just to sign a pic, Cease Principalpoop: ciao weston Cease: too bad, tween. you should have come to their seatle shows with tiny dr. tim and all of us in the picture EWeston: Shall we start with one sylable word, or get tricky? DJTween: That would have been cool :) EWeston: Bye Pooper, stay regular Cease: ok, here's what happ[ened to me. i was a dj in ottawa in 69. me and a girlfiend went to la and saw firiesgn at new years eve show. Principalpoop: you put the em phas sis on the wrong si lab all Ahmed: THe part of Peggy played by Clyde Tolson Cease: girlefirend had great hash. one of the phils passed me a joint which we both partook of than passed to the nezxt phil EWeston: David came from an acting seminar, and juith was preping a dinner for a chief. they were quite buzy Cease: i think their show was negarively impacted by how stoned weall wre. taj mahal was the best thig on the bill by faR EWeston: Is that si lab on the loose again? ||||||||| At 10:34 PM, Principalpoop scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Cease: that;s 45 tears ago. i'd be happy to die with that memory Cease: thanks again, tween shoes for the dead: Thanke Tween!! Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny Ahmed: Evenin;, all Beet: This was fun. Thanks, Tween. Nite all. shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... ||||||||| Ahmed says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Ahmed exits at 10:36 PM. EWeston: A bettern a good E nuff show DJTween: :) Cease: i have looked forward to being here every thursday since the first one. 1995 EWeston: Bye all till next week, or millinium ||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:37 PM. Dexter Fong: Night EW DJTween: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTween leaves at 10:38 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..." ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:38 PM. Dexter Fong: ,,,and until ||||||||| "Hey Dexter Fong!" ... Dexter Fong turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Cease: off we drift ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn_LeRoy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Around 10:39 PM, Cease walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Heater Hooker Hellmouth - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mudhead in through the front door at 10:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Mudhead: Ahh, the balls on that one Mudhead: Am I too late? Mudhead: *sigh* ||||||||| 10:54 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| st slade - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tobar close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters at 11:20 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello my Dear Ones! Tobar: Never point a robot toward the sun. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You might be interested to know that Flathead and I are hard at work at our greatest adventure yet! You'll see! Tobar: Thay call everybody sugar.... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tobar, I must say that I appreciate the advice. The last time I pointed a robot toward the sun I got a brutal sunburn on my wink! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oops! Winky! Tobar: Never give a robot gum. Tobar: And never go out without your charger card! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And yet more excellent advice, Toby! I remember the time --the last time-- I gave Jeremy Bentham a wad of gum! Never again! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, I'm not sure about your "charger card." Sounds rather occult to me, but I intend to get to the bottom of this! Tobar: Relax, let the air out of your shoes. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where are you, Phil Austin? Where are you? Tobar: Together we can make enough noise to keep the wolves away! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Thanks again, Tobar! I let the air out. Tobar: Clothes B clothesmo! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Does anyone know where Phil (Philip) Austin is at the moment! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Phil, you are from Denver, is that not correct? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Your house should be made a Denver landmark. If not, why not? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Philip, talk to me! Tobar: What was 5 is 2 what was 2 is 1 and what was 1 is nothing. Ok? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): The last time I saw Phil Austin, his pants didn't fit as in "Everything you know is Wrong." Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We need to buy Phil pants. Tobar: I'm the guy with the press pass! ||||||||| 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!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Tobar, I see your press pass: that's why it's flat! Tobar: After 10 years paint it brown. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Lord Kitchener would agree with you, Toby! Tobar: Oh, Afghanistan! ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tell me, Toby, do you know what adorns "Toby Trees." Tobar: Live in the future! Join the expectant crowd gathering now. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): ? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Eckhart Tolle would not appreciate your move to the future! Be here NOW, Toby! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, my phone is ringing! It's the Queen again! So long, Dear Friends. I must not keep Her Majesty waiting! ||||||||| Around 11:38 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Luger P. Axehandle', just granted probation at 11:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Luger P. Axehandle: My lawyer is in the next cell. ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Luger P. Axehandle - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Tobar - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| 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:
4d3fect
Ahmed
Beet
Cease
DadSir2U
Dexter Fong
DJTween
dmc
Elayne
EWeston
Heater Hooker Hellmouth
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
lily
Luger P. Axehandle
Merlyn
Merlyn_LeRoy
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
st slade
Tobar
