Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
05/22/2014

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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 May 22, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| lily enters at 11:03 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 11:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 4:35 PM and lily bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 4:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:00 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Texas."
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween plummets into the garden at 8:02 PM.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - 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)'
||||||||| lily steals in around 8:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 8:42 PM: LemAshhauler jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Steely Dan) - 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: Hi lily, Lem
LemAshhauler: howdy
lily: Hey Folks
LemAshhauler: got some static going on - you hearing that? or is it just me
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DrWho42', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
DJTween: let me take a listen
DJTween: There sure is...
DJTween: let me find the problem
LemAshhauler: k
DJTween: It's not in my feed to the streamer
lily: And I am listening to the Hockey game
LemAshhauler: sunspots
DJTween: I restarted the stream
LemAshhauler: ok, don't hear it now
DJTween: should be OK now
DJTween: Thanks!!
LemAshhauler: thanks - becker & fagen are happier now
DJTween: much, I'm sure lol
DJTween: I've got a USB mixer output to the streamer, and a Firewire audio interface for the music machine. I'd hope it would be crystal clear
DJTween: Hi DrWho
LemAshhauler: just needed reset
||||||||| Ralph bounds in at 8:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Never had that issue before
DJTween: Hi Ralph
DJTween: Luckily, I have a separate box set up so I can listen to the stream
Ralph: Hello Tween
DJTween: good to be able to hear what you were hearing
||||||||| EWeston sashays in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi EW
LemAshhauler: i'm sure b&f would have said the clarify of the static was devastating
LemAshhauler: clarity, sorry
EWeston: It just seems like all boogies to me Tweeny
LemAshhauler: it reminded me of FM, which is fine
DJTween: Well, it's only 128k, but still should be reasonably good
DJTween: no static at all... (so to speak ;)
||||||||| Dexter Fong waltzes in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hey Fong
EWeston: Dexed agin r we?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts melchu inside, makes a note of the time (8:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 22, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Evening Tweeny, Who, EW, Lem, lily, mel, Ralph and an incapicitated Rufus
||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM bus from Minnesota pulls away, leaving Cease coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
LemAshhauler: he's a third world man...
Dexter Fong: and shoes, two
shoes for the dead: Howdy
LemAshhauler: howdy
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
EWeston: Mucho capacitation too Rufus
melchu: i don't see no table...
Cease: Hi all
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:02 PM, dragging Principalpoop by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
shoes for the dead: hey Cease
Dexter Fong: Free!!? Why am I sending tweeny twenty bucks a month plus a lending library?
EWeston: Cease and Shoes. The table was repocessed
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'dadsir2u', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: what is a drag? ahhh one by one
shoes for the dead: your input can't be open? that's absurd
LemAshhauler: ****ing computers, man - give us back our abacus!
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
EWeston: Dad sir ur bak
||||||||| 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: ah, the fools inspace shows
DJTween: It was working earlier today :/
lily: ploop ploop
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “XM RADIO BROADCASTS” - 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 >> Free Downloads!! at http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/index.html'
Principalpoop: oh what a relief it is
dadsir2u: Hidy -hi their friends and neighbors
EWeston: Pooper snuck in
shoes for the dead: fizz fizz
Principalpoop: i liked the root beer flavored alka seltzer
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/
shoes for the dead: hee he said dick
Cease: i hadn't heard this intro material before
melchu: anything?
Dexter Fong: Rufus! You're awake!!!
DJTween: Hi melchu, dadsir, shoes
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging Beet by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Beet: Howdy and good evening.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Dex
LemAshhauler: a bit informal in this part, maybe
DJTween: Hi Beet
Principalpoop: who is this guy?
dadsir2u: Hey, Tweeny, I was from Austin for 30 years
EWeston: Dick Private, Private dick is on deck
melchu: howdy dear friends
Cease: sounds like the intro for begman's podcast before the shows started
Beet: Hey Poop
EWeston: Hey MelC
Principalpoop: i got the beet beat
shoes for the dead: this must be the first one, Tween?
Beet: I knew that
Principalpoop: the first what?
EWeston: I beat my beet every day
shoes for the dead: space show, Poop
lily: red as a radish, read as a rose and read as a beet
Principalpoop: borscht
Principalpoop: fools in space
DJTween: Yes, this is from 10/27/2001
Beet: satisfying routine
EWeston: Spud free
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/
||||||||| 9:07 PM: Stlouielou 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!"
melchu: i'm so tired
lily: you have to read the rings of the beat
DJTween: Hi louie
Cease: i vaguely remember the golden hind from maybe 60s tv
shoes for the dead: hey lou
Beet: Hi lily
Principalpoop: ok tween, i have no left ear action, but i don't have that hearing aid it, should I get it?
Beet: Greetings Louie
shoes for the dead: i built that model ship, Cease
Cease: both channels working in canada
Stlouielou: Ola Amigos
Ralph: def have not heard this b4
lily: Hi Beet
LemAshhauler: 5 x 5 here
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and mudhead plummets into the garden at 9:09 PM.
shoes for the dead: that makes 25
Beet: Art Bell's kitchen
Principalpoop: ok, thanks
lily: still listening to hockey
Cease: i wonder if it was a national show or just on LA tv
DJTween: It's in steereio h-fi, PrincP
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Nabby waltzes in at 9:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hey Mudhead
Cease: very low production values on that show, as i vaguely recall
EWeston: Nabster
Beet: 'Lo Nabby, Mud
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers General Dysfunction into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:10 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Nabby, darling
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Ralph: give me back my door knocker!
Nabby: Howdy ho
melchu: i tripped over that accent
DJTween: Hi General
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'squeeze_the_wheeze', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
General Dysfunction: Hidey High
EWeston: It is cluthcing a separation order
Cease: brfeak on through to the other side
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/
DJTween: Hi wheeze
squeeze_the_wheeze: Evening all!
Nabby: Greets wheeze
Cease: merlyn not here? he wrote one of these mark time episodes
Principalpoop: ho ho ho
DJTween: Yeah, forgot about that
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: Hey Cease
EWeston: Quite an expectorant crowd this evening
Cease: FX drive indeed
General Dysfunction: alfalfa pellets, yummm
shoes for the dead: kaf kaf
Stlouielou: Si
dadsir2u: cough,cough,spit.
lily: spittle
Ralph: Dutch elm St.
melchu: i got your fx hangin
Principalpoop: pregnant pause
EWeston: Don't park under them, they'll eat your paint
shoes for the dead: pregnant pas?
Cease: you know where the "wine dark seas" comes from?
General Dysfunction: pregnant paws
Dexter Fong: Homer!
Principalpoop: pecting or expecting
EWeston: Hold those paws over the fire
shoes for the dead: some poem
Ralph: Joyce
LemAshhauler: lol c++ humor
Ralph: after Homer
Cease: in the illiad and the odyssey these terms are used often. they were originally oral tales and wine dark seas was a memory device for the storyteller.
lily: that was fun
Cease: the firesign wanted to make an album out of The Odyssey
DJTween: that would have been wild
General Dysfunction: thorny creeper
shoes for the dead: that would be fun Cease
LemAshhauler: your static is back man
DJTween: it is, Lem??
shoes for the dead: degraded audio!!
dadsir2u: Wouldn't that be "The Oddity"?
||||||||| 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 Elayne plummets into the garden at 9:15 PM.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Yes Tween
Nabby: let them eat static
DJTween: sure is... damn
LemAshhauler: y, fraid so
General Dysfunction: not space static?
Cease: Elayne probably knew that. and here she is
Nabby: Hi Elayne
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Elayne: Hey Dex, you in town tomorrow? Want to have lunch?
Beet: Hi E
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
shoes for the dead: hey Elaine
melchu: need more peccary pie, brb
Cease: odysseus. what has happened to your nose?
EWeston: Lo Elayne
LemAshhauler: ctrl alt del that abacus
Dexter Fong: E: I have to go to Yonkers tomorrow
LemAshhauler: OMG
Principalpoop: Hi E
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: I won't be in town tomorrow but I do want to have lunch
Elayne: Oh dear, Dex, I'm so sorry. I live right on the Yonkers border, I know all about it...
LemAshhauler: how does he make his voice do that?
shoes for the dead: Dam the stream!
||||||||| llanwydd tiptoes in around 9:16 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Cease: better Yonkers than bonkers, Dex
llanwydd: good evening
Beet: Pee into the stream
Nabby: pee into the stream
Elayne: Dex, how about next Thursday?
Principalpoop: oh lydia and llan
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
General Dysfunction: i'm hearing things
Nabby: thanks Tween
Ralph: back from the shadows again
EWeston: Take a traditional Aztec vacation
Ralph: i'm hearing steely dan
Cease: hey llan is back
General Dysfunction: no static at all
Cease: no static here
Nabby: sounds better Tween
llanwydd: must be fm
LemAshhauler: damned eyeball hats ate my static
melchu: gone again
EWeston: Clear from your side
DJTween: OK, I'll give it a try then
Cease: at least the steely dan version of FM
Nabby: -icrophone worki--?
Principalpoop: i hear you typing, but you can't come in
Beet: Sounds good now
||||||||| DadSir2U bounds in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
llanwydd: that's what I meant, cat
General Dysfunction: shoes for the dead
DJTween: OK now?
squeeze_the_wheeze: yeah..good
Nabby: Yepsk a-ok
lily: somebody grab those knockers
LemAshhauler: solid jackson
DJTween: great :)
Ralph: haha lily
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
EWeston: Put down that selectric!
lily: and hand me the sugar
llanwydd: I remember the selectric
Nabby: put down those knockers!
Principalpoop: tatas not hahas
EWeston: No! they belonged to my mother!
Ralph: where the nose goes, it grows
Nabby: finishing with the end is a good idea
lily: antique knockers you have to bend over to use them
Nabby: haha
EWeston: To linear
Nabby: get a car
llanwydd: lin my what?
DJTween: Hey LLan, missed your entrance
EWeston: Get sick get well
Beet: I wish I had had XM at this time
llanwydd: Hey Tween
Nabby: and which L is silent?
shoes for the dead: hang around the inkwell
llanwydd: both of them, nabby
LemAshhauler: us plus bought them out
EWeston: Join the army if you fail
DJTween: The XM radio series was wonderful
Nabby: ahhh I see---?
llanwydd: so is the rest of the name
DJTween: so sorry it didn't last
Principalpoop: El Dorado with john wayne and oops that was the other one
Nabby )
lily: we uns put em back
LemAshhauler: seriously
llanwydd: the pump don't work
EWeston: The knockers?
Principalpoop: the vandals took the handle again?
Beet: asenoidal Buddhists
shoes for the dead: cause the vandal stole the handle
lily: toy have to prime it
Nabby: No the knickers
Beet: read "adenoidal"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/xmradio/
Principalpoop: you sound like howard cosell saying it that way
EWeston: Our knickers are weather free
lily: knick nack patty whack
shoes for the dead: mine are primed
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: knicky nick
Beet: rare opportunity to see them working
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| mudhead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: ahh mudhead was here
Beet: louie gone already
llanwydd: what happened to the old monia?
shoes for the dead: it's funner to watch these bits
Cease: beet are you watching the vids on the firesite?
dadsir2u: ,willya?
EWeston: Mudhead? Golly Gamma ray
Beet: yeah. fabulous
Nabby: Sunspotz
dadsir2u: Get that dog a bone, will Ya?
llanwydd: his name's not william
||||||||| Catherwood enters with dude close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: The static returns
dadsir2u: Don't know where the rest went first time.
llanwydd: hey, dude
EWeston: He has a narrow collar
Beet: I saw a lot of them on the blog button in my toolbar
LemAshhauler: static is back in black
lily: catherwood needs the bone
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside lily and queries "Did you want me?"
Nabby: Hi dude
melchu: stat ick
dude: is it funny yet??
DadSir2U: Wait a minute.
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: static is back, brother Tween
Principalpoop: weird static
lily: just have a bone for you catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past lily
Cease: "little guys are back" i think a reference to "guys in melty hats" from a bad trip bergman had on the air on the original radio free oz, 66
shoes for the dead: careful, lily, he's a letch
llanwydd: catherwood, would you get me a bloody mary or do I have to get it myself?
||||||||| Catherwood gets it myself.
Nabby: lol lily
llanwydd: LOL
Elayne: Did he really, Cat? I didn't know about that.
DadSir2U: There's two of nobody here but me.
||||||||| "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!"
dadsir2u: Am I seeing double?
EWeston: A canadian letch
DJTween: How's the audio, folks?
DadSir2U: How did YOU get in here?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Dexter Fong: Very staticky
Nabby: Scritchy Tween
melchu: no , but the cat did
||||||||| 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: letch, isn't that the spanish custard?
DJTween: is it staticky again??
EWeston: I'm hearing goot!
lily: I am still listening to Hockey
llanwydd: is "letch" a colloquialism or however you spell it?
Beet: not good audio
Dexter Fong: YES Tween
LemAshhauler: steely dan would not be pleased
Cease: i dont if i got that info from one of bergman's podcasts or somewhere else
dadsir2u: why do you look so big?
Nabby: Sparticles
DJTween: OK will restart after this bit
LemAshhauler: degraded mmmmm
Cease: is it still Pokey, lily?
EWeston: Made from pureed welks
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: Groovy Tween
lily: and hokey
DJTween: ** RESTARTING...
Nabby: reBOOT
shoes for the dead: ether hits
Nabby: and welky?
Rufus_T_Firetween: I should restart the streamer just for yuks before every show
llanwydd: are we talking about lawrence?
Rufus_T_Firetween: sorry folks... :/
EWeston: Well that goes without saying...oops
LemAshhauler: Worry the bottle Mamma, it's grapefruit wine Kick off your high heel sneakers, it's party time
Nabby: Np Tween
squeeze_the_wheeze: np, tehnology happes
llanwydd: grapefruit wine sounds pretty disgusting
dadsir2u: There's not enough room in this life cycle for both of us
Principalpoop: np tween, you will be hearing from my lawyer
DadSir2U: Take that!
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: that song and the flick its from relate to the era that gave birth to the firesign theatre.
Elayne: Just checked out the Chromium Switch Facebook page - love Gretchen's post!
Beet: will your lawyer be streaming
Principalpoop: oops, he not released until next month, you got lucky tween
EWeston: I prefered steamed lawyer
LemAshhauler: no static at all
Cease: lawyers in love
dadsir2u: OOf!!!
Principalpoop: are you busy tween, with the stream? hows the weather, hows tricks?
Nabby: Gretchen rulezes
EWeston: Batman drools
lily: wez all fools
DJTween: ** STREAM UP
Principalpoop: somebody laid an egg, joker perhaps
Cease: when they were broadcasting their krla show in 67 from The Magic Mushroom, they menitoned that the following week, Jackson Brown would be appearing. must have been one of his first gigs
shoes for the dead: in space
Nabby: I think he's knitting
Ralph: this is beginning to sound familiar
dude: why can't I hear anything... is the silence part of the script?
EWeston: Right peepers
Principalpoop: so I said to him, I thought you brought the monkey, hahahaha
General Dysfunction: live theatre is best
Nabby: off we go!
llanwydd: I haven't been around in a while. How many of you new folks are from outside the U.S.
shoes for the dead: cue the organist!!!
Cease: ossman played the famous silent john cage piece on his npr show.
llanwydd: We've had people here from all over
Cease: i think that's why that job didnt last
General Dysfunction: but first
Beet: sounds great now
Principalpoop: still working for the NSA llan?
llanwydd: was that why he got fired, cat?
EWeston: Batman's joke, A man walks into a bar. He goes ow.
Nabby: goo goo
Cease: i'm pretty sure it was a contributing factor, llan.
Beet: BTW, hello to the NSA guy.
llanwydd: that's four minutes and thirty-three seconds of dead air
||||||||| 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: it might just be a lunatic you're looking for....
lily: hello NSA person
Beet: Billy Joel
Nabby: 3rd childhood sounds good
Cease: i remember their early sunday morning kmet show from 68. at the end of one show they said, ok that's all we have to say and had aminute or so of dead air.
Principalpoop: silence is golden, golden, but my eyes can see, who sang that?
DJTween: ** 16K STREAM BACK UP
EWeston: My motocycle is alergic to swimming pools
Nabby: Hi NSA *waves*
Cease: another short lived show
lily: lunatic fringe
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
General Dysfunction: frankie vallee?
DJTween: Sound good now, folks?
Nabby: Good stuff Tween
lily: frank vale
shoes for the dead: the Association
DJTween: OK, kewl :)
Nabby: Frankie Valium
General Dysfunction: that's better
LemAshhauler: no static at all.... FM
Principalpoop: 16 sounds fine
llanwydd: valium! lol
DJTween: as it should be
EWeston: Good, but I'm cautius
General Dysfunction: ain't none of ya done it
lily: jersey, got good cows
||||||||| 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: Hi Nabby, dude
Beet: Silence is Golden by Four Seasons
General Dysfunction: dew laptop
Nabby: Yo
Principalpoop: really, huh
EWeston: Blow its nose
lily: and now we are all singing that song
Nabby: Honk if you love Firesign
Ralph: wasn't that the Tremoloes
lily: ok its just me
llanwydd: honk
lily: honk
Beet: also Tremeloes
Ralph: beep
dadsir2u: eep
Principalpoop: i forgot the other words, i am fine
shoes for the dead: beep
Nabby: ah-oo-ga!
lily: ahhh freek out
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
General Dysfunction: neep
EWeston: Meep meep
Principalpoop: honk
General Dysfunction: i don't have anthrax
dadsir2u: Keyboard is strange. I meant Bee-Beep
Cease: cats and catmen
Cease: yes you are, ossman
EWeston: Who took it from you
Nabby: beep beep! it's irresistable
||||||||| 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: Bebop
Beet: Checks are nice
llanwydd: catherwood, get General Dysfunction an anthrax
||||||||| Catherwood gets general dysfunction an anthrax.
EWeston: Gotta hot deal on a cool cartoon anvil
LemAshhauler: i you see something, say something?
General Dysfunction: mmm thanks
shoes for the dead: so are slavs
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: some enchanted weevil
Principalpoop: or an unclethrax
llanwydd: across a krauted room...
lily: weevils wobble
Principalpoop: sauer
shoes for the dead: boll them over
Nabby: but they don't faw down
General Dysfunction: danger in the dark
EWeston: The slaw tub storage room
dadsir2u: Keep the Sour Kraut out of the krauted room,please.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Principalpoop: only one tub per family
lily: smells yummy
Nabby: Coincidentally I'm sitting in a tub of slaw right now
EWeston: Never seen a slaw fall before son?
lily: per hour
Beet: it's really krauted in here
llanwydd: ...and night after night...
shoes for the dead: hand over those Groat clusters
Nabby: three's a kraut
EWeston: Somewhere a german angels wings have fallen off
General Dysfunction: put down that pickle
llanwydd: I auditioned for that musical many years ago but I couldn't dance
Principalpoop: so, what is your favorite cabbage patch doll?
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shoes for the dead: into the slaw EW?
EWeston: Pickles
dadsir2u: Too slippery, too much Black Butter.
Beet: German Angels?
lily: the one without the tatoo
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's doctec, just back from Illinois."
llanwydd: Hey Doc
EWeston: Need something to cool off the chilie
Principalpoop: oh black betty, oh
Nabby: what's with the angel angle?
doctec: wow, full house
General Dysfunction: marching with mark time
Nabby: Hi doc
Cease: wow, it's doc
llanwydd: what is black butter? is that for real?
Principalpoop: and 4 aces, at least
Cease: 2 doc technicals at once
DJTween: Hey Doc
EWeston: Orthodox 33.3 degrees
doctec: I got a new phone last month - gratis
Beet: you leave regular butter out a really long time
llanwydd: lol
Cease: i'll have to get one eventually
EWeston: Imported as Brazilian back butter in the display at the back
doctec: So, chat from pool league is more feasible
llanwydd: leave it in the ground for a thousand years
General Dysfunction: gratis interuptus
Principalpoop: the italians make phones now?
lily: squid ink butter
Nabby: blech!
General Dysfunction: cold black prairie palm
Cease: out of shoes, poop
EWeston: Didn't strain out the suckers um?
Principalpoop: 9 or 8 or straight or 25-6-2-4?
||||||||| 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!"
lily: black truffle butter?
Nabby: well okay
doctec: wow drive-by ads
llanwydd: would you believe I have never eaten real truffles
EWeston: Smells espensive
llanwydd: only those Lindor Truffles which are good enough for my money
Principalpoop: we are american here doc
DJTween: don't know that I have, either
Principalpoop: don't notice em
lily: lol
Elayne: I had shaved truffles on pasta once. I couldn't really taste them.
DJTween: guess we're really missing out, LLan
Beet: neither have I. Too expensive and not available anyway
General Dysfunction: fully mutated
doctec: I get the ones made out of groat cakes at the local big box store
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: Partially functional
||||||||| "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!"
dadsir2u: Are they similar to Phillipino Creamies?
shoes for the dead: why eat shrooms that don't work?
Cease: i think you need a lot to taste em, el
llanwydd: Hey Hap
doctec: What do you use to shave a truffle? Gillette? Schick?
Nabby: Savoy truffle
Elayne: I think so too, Cat.
lily: if a pig found it it has to be goood
Principalpoop: I am lucky, I like salt
Cease: more an ingredient on the way to an eventual, rich taste
llanwydd: sounds like paprika. nice flavor but you have to use a lot
Beet: never had a mushroom that really "worked" either. sigh
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| melchu - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: just so lily
EWeston: I like farms, but I don't eat them
lily: oh sorry beet
Cease: indeed, llan
Principalpoop: do they sell parsley extract?
Beet: had silly siban though
llanwydd: sibelius? great composer
dadsir2u: Beet, you gotta follow the cows around for the right 'shrooms.
lily: no but you can get pasley extract
shoes for the dead: next to the black butter, Poop
Principalpoop: the obamacare chief
General Dysfunction: sibelius yes
doctec: How does one parse a parsley?
Beet: do caows eat 'em
Nabby: ever tried to extract paisley it's hard
Beet: cows
Nabby: moo
llanwydd: ian paisley won't be extracted
EWeston: No but they grow where the cows go
Beet: follow nabbt around?
lily: that why their tongues are so long
doctec: Waterboarding a parsley doesn't work
Nabby: not without gas
Beet: nabby
shoes for the dead: caca de vaca
Nabby: Beet
Principalpoop: what about giraffes?
Nabby: Oh haha
llanwydd: I tend to waterboard my garden. I haven't been caught yet
Beet: see, I was respelling your name after I goofed
Nabby: oh casting spells huh hoodoo voodoo
General Dysfunction: solomon's silver sitdown outhouse
llanwydd: don't raspberry MY name
EWeston: Giraffes loom, well known for it
Beet: you are now under my control
Nabby: never cast spells before swine hunting truffles
Principalpoop: i hear and obey
doctec: This phone handles chat so much better than the POS I had before
Nabby: I am!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Beet: can you fetch me some truffles?
lily: roger roger
EWeston: I use a cheap lure to hunt the wily truffles
||||||||| 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: Ask Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Nabby and says "Someone mention my name?"
||||||||| 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: POS?
llanwydd: catherwood, get beet some truffles
||||||||| Catherwood gets beet some truffles.
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: thanks
llanwydd: and then truffle off to buffalo
doctec: Piece Of Shit
Principalpoop: you must look just like a teenager, trading justin beever forsures
dadsir2u: Their poop does. (not 'The Poop". I think I'll find a bunch of cows and
shoes for the dead: mine goes up to 129 k
lily: cathwood we need some triffles
Cease: lol, llan
Nabby: Bergman!
EWeston: Well are those some truffles?
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Elayne: I need some sleep. At least there's a nice long weekend coming up here in the US. Next week, all!
Nabby: llol llan
doctec: A trifle of truffles?
Cease: sleep well, el
Rufus_T_Firetween: a Spinal Tap stream, shoes?
dadsir2u: follow them around. Later heads.
Principalpoop: snooze E, ciao
||||||||| dadsir2u departs at 10:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Nabby: Take care Elayne
General Dysfunction: night e
LemAshhauler: 420 in my FT?
lily: a triffle of truffles
Nabby: Later dad
EWeston: Have a memorial one E
lily: 429 here
Beet: 'bye E
shoes for the dead: yuppers Tween
Nabby: the trubble with triffles
Beet: I do think the Supreme Court is nuts
DJTween: they do seem to have lost their minds
Principalpoop: spaz roberts
General Dysfunction: a tubble of triffids
llanwydd: the only trifle I've ever eaten was at a kentucky fried chicken in Bristol, England
lily: put em all on survivor
EWeston: Clarence-for-sale
doctec: Couldn't agree more Beet
shoes for the dead: Let's Eat!!!!
Nabby: Lets!
llanwydd: I had to ask what it was and one of the xenophobes in the restaurant gave me some grief about it
EWeston: More truffles
DJTween: >>lily: put em all on survivor << and the one that comes out with a copy of The Constitution wins?
Nabby: magic truffles all around
General Dysfunction: chooch
Beet: Some of these recordings sound very pristine like they were made yesterday
lily: geriactric survivor don't let them out alive
shoes for the dead: we ganna fry now!
doctec: OK have to get back to 9ball league - check y'all later ttfn ttyl
llanwydd: nite, doc
Cease: yes, taylor did a good job finding clean shows, beet
Nabby: Take care doc
||||||||| At 10:06 PM, doctec rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Beet: C Ya doc
Principalpoop: good luck doc
EWeston: Wonder if the NSA guy gets changed out?
Cease: by doc
Nabby: rah rah Taylor!
lily: see yas next week thanks for the laughs
Cease: by lily
General Dysfunction: a cow today is
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Beet: nite lily
Principalpoop: already? ok, ciao lilyface
Nabby: Be groovy lily
shoes for the dead: once they start laughing, EW
Beet: Nan Tucket
lily: bye bye lilyface lol
General Dysfunction: nan tucket brought the cows
EWeston: Methane death on foot
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: (watch them laugh as they come out)
Nabby: light people in prism
Principalpoop: ultraviolet
Beet: I like that one
EWeston: FBI is now worried that they can't hire potheads
Nabby: great
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: The Cheeseflower lol
llanwydd: bghvfcjdchgvfdbgvhc
Beet: I understand
DJTween: absolutely, llan
Nabby: well poot llan
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: who pooted?
EWeston: Smaller, but cleaner!
DJTween wonders if llan has a kitty kat
llanwydd: ?
shoes for the dead: how mao
DJTween: walking on the keyboard
Beet: he dealt it who smelt it
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: OH, I get it
DJTween: lol
Nabby: brown cao?
Principalpoop: how now?
EWeston: Cacao for me thanks
Nabby: here kitty kitty kitty
llanwydd: drink your big brown cao and get outta heah
Beet: Steely
Cease: Kow Kow Calculator
shoes for the dead: fry later
EWeston: Dimple when you say that
Nabby: you got to shake it baby
Principalpoop: or a yoohoo
DJTween: and bake it
Beet: hey 19
EWeston: With flowers
llanwydd: so fine, so dumb
General Dysfunction: tell me i'm the only one
Principalpoop: dr woo, are you with us?
EWeston: Such a fat to muscle ratio
Nabby: make tonight a wonderful thing
DJTween: there can only be won
shoes for the dead: but i see two of you
DJTween: ton soup
Beet: every male over 19 gets the message
Principalpoop: bad sneakers and a pina colada my friend
EWeston: There's never only one pina colada
General Dysfunction: everything must go
Beet: cow lick
Nabby: alas it is true
Principalpoop: singapore slings
shoes for the dead: tildless pinas
Dexter Fong: shanghai shrugs
Nabby: lol shoes
General Dysfunction: judas crist
Principalpoop: schroon lake schnapps
Nabby: I'm shrugging right now
Dexter Fong: lol poop
EWeston: Tried some padron infused cheery. Surpeise, it was hot
shoes for the dead: atlas?
Nabby: Jesus Cripes
llanwydd: you know I actually came back here to see you, you piece of shit
Principalpoop: jeezy peezy
Dexter Fong: Jesus Crepes
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
llanwydd: you know who I am talking to
EWeston: Shroom lake tea
llanwydd: I'm going to be passing through your neck of the woods in a few weeks
Principalpoop: give us a kiss llan, we missed you
llanwydd: I'm not kidding. I would like to stop by and say hello
Nabby: beats the wafer, with powdered sugar
General Dysfunction: topsyturvydoos
llanwydd: care to give me your name and the location of your trailer?
Dexter Fong: Migrating north, llan?
Nabby: Dex
Principalpoop: steady there ticonaroga kid
llanwydd: I'm not joking
Dexter Fong: Yes Nabhy?
Beet: salamat po
llanwydd: I want to find out if you are as funny in person as you are in the chat room
Principalpoop: we got burglers
llanwydd: care to give me your name and address?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Be usre to me llan in a public place
Principalpoop: only when I am anonymous, I am short fat and bald, sorry
llanwydd: I'm really passing through VA in a few weeks
Dexter Fong: sure to meet
General Dysfunction: engage force fields
llanwydd: yeah a public place if you don't have any more guts than that
DJTween: hopefully not a VA hospital, llan
Principalpoop: slowly I turned, schroon lake, I walked up and...
EWeston: Set phazers to foot tickle
Nabby: 666 Meadowlark Lane
Beet: careful: it may be a sting for one of the TV newsmagazines
llanwydd: easy to do that here but how about in person?
General Dysfunction: in person so over rated
llanwydd: I'm not kidding. how about your name and address
Principalpoop: yes, i will show up with cheetos and anime and NBC is waiting for me, again
Cease: they sure love foreign languages
Nabby: who doesn't?
General Dysfunction: eatumraw
Beet: you were on TV?
llanwydd: or do you want to prove you are a coward AND a douchebag?
General Dysfunction: woh
EWeston: We're just good friends
llanwydd: well?
DJTween: hehe
Dexter Fong: llan: Poop is both, but he alternates
Principalpoop: I am both of those, want a jpg of my yellow streaked back?
llanwydd: go fuck yourself fong
shoes for the dead: rama lama dingdong
Nabby: Who's who anyway
Beet: I do
Principalpoop: poor llan fong, he is hurting
General Dysfunction: too mean for me
Dexter Fong: Ah...we haven't had such a show of temper in I can't remember when
llanwydd: send me a private message if you don't have the guts to do it on the main board
DJTween: Now llan, you boys fight it out amongst yourselves...
Nabby: oof biff baff uff
llanwydd: care to at least give me the location of your trailer?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
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General Dysfunction: yikes
Beet: very persistent surveillance approach
DJTween: in case you're wondering what you've been listening to ;)
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shoes for the dead: careful, he'll hitch up and drive it to the comet hole
Principalpoop: i am a coward, please stop asking where I live, it scares me, ohhhh
General Dysfunction: what a cheeseball
llanwydd: then shut your fucking mouth, coward
Dexter Fong: Poop: YOu owe it to all of us to meet llan
Principalpoop: give us a kiss llan, we missed you
||||||||| Outside, the 10:26 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dr. Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: jeeze llan, lighten up
DJTween: lol P
Beet: Iwant to see the video
Dr. Dog: (cough)
llanwydd: go fuck yourself, douchebag
DJTween: Hey Dr. Dog, just in time for the end of the show!
General Dysfunction: yes, wear a body cam
Beet: which douchebag
Nabby: Dr. Dog
Dr. Dog: That's me, always late to the party
Cease: dogs love ends
Principalpoop: i had planned to do that anyway tonight hehe
llanwydd: I'm sure
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: Better Nate than lever
Principalpoop: but thanks for the idea
DJTween: yipes P
General Dysfunction: circle the wagons
||||||||| 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 listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Dr. Dog: Load the buses
Nabby: rah rah Kurt!
Principalpoop: check your shorts
EWeston: Warm up the crystal set
shoes for the dead: hide the virgin
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Dexter Fong: She's not virgin anymore
General Dysfunction: uh oh
shoes for the dead: damn kudzu
DJTween: That's the spirit we want here at the FST Chat, Nabby
EWeston: Post gin?
Cease: there's nothing to stop the kudzu now
Principalpoop: the good old dialogs
General Dysfunction: the kudzshoes
Dr. Dog: The kudzu all right
Dexter Fong: The locusts will stop the kudzu
Dr. Dog: OK that was a reach
General Dysfunction: the coherence of a fact whoo hoo
EWeston: They're still under contract
shoes for the dead: Who?
Principalpoop: will the rain hurt the rhubarb?
llanwydd: if you give me any more shit the next time I come in I will find you one way or another
Beet: laughing
General Dysfunction: who'll stop the rain
||||||||| llanwydd departs at 10:32 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
EWeston: The locust's
Dr. Dog: I did miss the party huh
Principalpoop: so I cannot say schroon lake?
Dexter Fong: Alas, another victim of shroons syndrom
General Dysfunction: whew, the technical problems were the least of it!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
Beet: This has been a suitably bizarre evening indeed. Thanks for hanging in there, Tween. Nite all.
Cease: thanks again, tween
shoes for the dead: Doody that jury
Principalpoop: i don't clean shoes anymore, you've been away, maybe you did not hear
DJTween: that's what I say, shoes
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny and thanks
General Dysfunction: Thanks Tween, you are a brave soul
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Cease: off we fly
EWeston: Bye Beet, I'm off too(more?)
Principalpoop: yes thanks tween, and good luck all
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
||||||||| "Hey Cease!" ... Cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:34 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 10:34 PM.
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:34 PM.
Dr. Dog: Well dang
||||||||| 10:34 PM -- Dr. Dog left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| General Dysfunction leaves at 10:34 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
Dexter Fong: Catherwood call me a cab
||||||||| Catherwood calls Dexter Fong a cab.
Dexter Fong: Night all
DJTween: nite
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:35 PM.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween departs at 10:35 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 10:35 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Warm up the crystal set
Nabby: Good golly gosh well take care all & have a groovy one and all kinds of stuff like that there!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with General Dysfunction close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
General Dysfunction: will that person come back?
||||||||| At 10:37 PM, General Dysfunction dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| It's 10:40 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 the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| EWeston - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| steamy tiptoes in around 11:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LemAshhauler - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
steamy: Galloping Crud!
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| "12:01 AM? 12:01 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:04 AM and \bill waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| 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 bill falls out at 12:04 AM.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, here's a special "hello" to all of you! While Flathead is minding our flat in London, I am back in the States -- Chicago to be precise.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): It is good to be with all our old friends in Chicago: Violet, The Hawk, Jim C Fang., Frank.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I am happy to report what is really old news: The Hawk and Jim C Fang have reformed themselves!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): What... What is that? No. No, they are not Calvinists.
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| steamy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): As a matter of fact, they are now upstanding Chicago citizens!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Globner's disease! Perhaps that may account for the ringing in my ear. Either that or the moldy rye bread I consumed early this evening.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why I see a Blue Horse flying across Lake Michigan at unheard of speeds.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): At present I am in the John Hancock building. I see a very large White Rabbit a thousand feet below! Isn't that slick?
||||||||| 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!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You mentioned Friedstein Theatre! One of my favorite places in New York City. I am so glad that Isaac Stern saved it!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): When I was a young musician many years ago, they compared me with Isaac Stern: "A Stern he ain't!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Well my frauds, it appears that the coco power is wearing off. It is time for me to retire and climb into my reformatory.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Guten noches, mon amici.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): !!!
||||||||| "Hey Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" ... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 12:24 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| \bill - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| bill - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Cease
dadsir2u
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctec
Dr. Dog
dude
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
LemAshhauler
lily
llanwydd
melchu
Nabby
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
steamy
Stlouielou

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