||||||||| 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 June 05, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 7:30 PM: DJTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| 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 **' ||||||||| It's 7:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| DJTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 8:04 PM downtown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving DJTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:08 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)' ||||||||| tinydoctortim steals in around 8:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Outside, the 8:35 PM bus from Rhode Island pulls away, leaving plantlady coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Hi plantlady, dr. tim plantlady: [Hackhackhack] hurro tinydoctortim: Glad to be here. :) DJTweeny: your first time? DJTweeny: here? ||||||||| Outside, the 8:37 PM downtown bus from Dallas pulls away, leaving ThatsHerTrip coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. tinydoctortim: Yup. Never been at home before at the right times. DJTweeny: Hi Trip DJTweeny: Glad you could make it :) ThatsHerTrip: howdy ||||||||| 8:39 PM: Wilfhound jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" DJTweeny: Hi Wilf DJTweeny: got a cold, plantlady? ||||||||| 8:39 PM: violet_dudley jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTweeny: Hi violet DJTweeny: Hello to our Dear Friends in the UK :) Wilfhound: Civilisation Ho! OH! ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Lil', just granted probation at 8:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Tirebiter03 into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:41 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi Lil, Tirebiter Tirebiter03: Good Evening! Lil: How's it Tweeny old boy violet_dudley: Any relation to Georgie? ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Captain Equinox close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:42 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! DJTweeny: Hi Captain ThatsHerTrip: howdy captain Captain Equinox: Hey, Tween! DJTweeny: Hot & humid down here in Central Texas. How about yourself? Captain Equinox: Hi' trip Lil: Hey cappy Equimox tinydoctortim: Moderate. ||||||||| plantlady leaves at 8:43 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..." ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Grateful Dead) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **' Lil: On it DJ Captain Equinox: Back from the very ill. Surgery in March was successful. DJTweeny: Great to hear you're mending :) Captain Equinox: Hi Lik Captain Equinox: Thank you! Lil: Congrats Cappy ||||||||| 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 steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Mim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Dubb74 tiptoes in around 8:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Captain Equinox: Thanks, All. It was such a long exposition, you know. DJTweeny: Hi Mim, Dubb Lil: Catherwood darned well better beave himself tonight ||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Lil and mumbles "Did you want something?" ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Lil: that's behave DJTweeny: Catherwood, be nice ||||||||| Catherwood says "I can't be nice" Captain Equinox: He can't NOT misbhave. Lil: don't mumble at me I'll cut off your tongue and serve it in canapes Mim: Hello, all! This is my first visit! Captain Equinox: Can o' peas? Dubb74: howdy DJTweeny: Hey Mim, and welcome :) DJTweeny: glad you could make it :) DJTweeny: We do this every Thursday Lil: hello newcomer Mim: Thank you! I only recently learned of this and can't wait for it to begin. ||||||||| 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 Rocky Rococo falls out at 8:50 PM. Captain Equinox: Hi, Newbie! You'll like it here. Lil: actually am not sure what we do every Thursday lol DJTweeny: Hi Rocky Tirebiter03: Can't wait either! DJTweeny: We do THIS (such as it is...) Mim: Firesign Theatre helped make being a geek more bearable. Can't believe I found this! Captain Equinox: Whatever we do' we do it well. DJTweeny: FST has lots of fans who thank them for improving their lives :) ThatsHerTrip: it's a weekly meeting of the national surrealist party - papoon for prez. he's not insane! DJTweeny: A fine bunch of mutants we have here Dubb74: should I be hearing music? Captain Equinox: True 'dat DJTweeny: yes Dubb ThatsHerTrip: what? ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (8:52 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mim: I hear music in my Windows Media player. Is that where the programming plays as well? DJTweeny: Hi squeeze ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:53 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: WMP may be what your system uses to open the link, yes DJTweeny: Hi EW Mim: Fantastic. EWeston: Hey Tweeney. The rest of you act police antate r code! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Cease close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. Dubb74: alas...thinks I me tablet is lacking for no noise is forth coming. EWeston: Cease in the chat DJTweeny: Hey Cease Cease: I am. Cease: No jury duty, Tween? ThatsHerTrip: 666 buddy DJTweeny: No Cease, that was last week, and they didn't pick me (thankfully) DJTweeny: Dubb74, what do you usually use to stream on the tablet? Captain Equinox: Hi Cease squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends EWeston: 56 short myself Cease: Hi Cap Cease: The music sounds familiar but not deadish ||||||||| Catherwood leads ''Bob'' into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:56 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Maxwell coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Dubb74: tis a Samsung so whatever it likes. My fisrt blush here so im open...to suggestions. Cease: More like Yes DJTweeny: Hi Bob, Maxwell Maxwell: Howdy! Cease: Your first visit to chat, dubb? ''Bob'': Howdy, buckaroos! ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'melvin33', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Cease: Always nice to see new folks here Dubb74: tis true DJTweeny: Hi melvin ThatsHerTrip: why choral sing about turtles? DJTweeny: anybody know about Samsung tablets? DJTweeny: The GD album Terrapin Station ;) Cease: i'd rather hear choral music By turtles Wilfhound: What time is it EST? Cease: this is dead? DJTweeny: lol ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's General Dysfunction, just back from Maple Heights." DJTweeny: about 9 EST DJTweeny: Hi General Captain Equinox: Sounds almost like Tubes. ||||||||| 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!" ThatsHerTrip: solid dead EWeston: They tried opera, no go. Wilfhound: I thangyew. Captain Equinox: Is it an album with Welnick on keys? DJTweeny: dunno General Dysfunction: Hello every body ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 05, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Cease: i appreciate musicians and chefs trying new things. they don't always work ||||||||| doug steals in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ThatsHerTrip: ten hut! EWeston: Hey JD Captain Equinox: If so, he brought the Tubes influence with him. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Minneapolis." General Dysfunction: hello up there! ''Bob'': honk honk Captain Equinox: homnk honk ThatsHerTrip: mix it, bro Nabby: Crazy times EWeston: Superamalgamate em ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and lily gets out at 9:01 PM. lily: Hey there ever ever one General Dysfunction: oh my goodness i was 13 too ||||||||| 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: oh, you're reading a review, tween? ||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 9:02 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. EWeston: Yer Lilyness Cease: hi lilly Nabby: I was 10 General Dysfunction: so much time ThatsHerTrip: who am us? shoes for the dead: Howdy lily: Hey good to see everybody Nabby: Hey lily & Tewwn & all DJTweeny: Hi shoes lily: nabby whats goin Dubb74: tis a Samsung so whatever it likes. My fisrt blush here so im open...to suggestions. Cease: hi dead shoes for the dead: had Nasi Goreng for supper DJTweeny: Dubb74, have you streamed radio on the tablet before? General Dysfunction: welcome to new spain DJTweeny: or is this a new device? Nabby: not too much here how about you ||||||||| 9:03 PM -- tinydoctortim left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). DJTweeny: Your music player should be able to play internet streams Nabby: hey corn! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WAITING FOR THE ELCTRICIAN OR SOMEONE LIKE HIM” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatwait.html **' EWeston: Now we can make popcorn! General Dysfunction: vespewchi lily: welcomoan dubb Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln Nabby: great bird General Dysfunction: hi lily DJTweeny: hope my intro wasn't too serious, but '68 was a hell of a year lily: Hi General Lil: This room reminds me of a Marx brothers movie DJTweeny: what a breath of fresh air for Firesign to release an album like this :) lily: 60 was better DJTweeny: Hi lily ||||||||| Merlyn tiptoes in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn lily: Hi DJT shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn General Dysfunction: yes in 60 i was 5 and had no idea what was coming Cease: in a Q&A a few years ago (Merl was there) Austin remarked on how afraid they all were in those days EWeston: Hi Merl, where's Cisco? Lil: When did you start callling yourself Tweeny DJ? Maxwell: I was 13 in '68 too DJTweeny: really, Cease? DJTweeny: of the FBI and so forth? DJTweeny: cool, Maxwell Cease: i wish someone had recorded it. EWeston: 17 for most of 68 Nabby: Rowan & Martin's Laugh-In debuted, the Civil Rights Act was signed, 2001: A Space Odyssey was released, the White Album came out, Led Zeppelin was formed.= 1968 Merlyn: hey all Cease: just a general sense of forboding. the war and all ||||||||| Outside, the 9:07 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. lily: under your desk DJTweeny: Lil, Tweeny has been my screen name since I joined the chat many years ago DJTweeny: Hey PrincP Cease: austin and bergman were both in the military around that time. DJTweeny: I love the album How Time Flys lily: farkle family EWeston: UberP ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: hi, nice out here in the desert ||||||||| 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!" Captain Equinox: Hi Poop DJTweeny: I knew Austin had been in the military, didn't know about Bergman Cease: hi poop shoes for the dead: PP! General Dysfunction: where is Goshen? lily: serving makes you need to laugh DJTweeny: Indiana Lil: My brain must finally have turne to oatmeal Cease: of course you did. there's a picture of him in uniform in big book of plays Merlyn: Landau Goshen? ThatsHerTrip: french horn... damn ||||||||| "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!" Mim: I loved The Giant Rat of Sumatra. Lil: Hey Pooper dearie Merlyn: Lando* DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give Lil some brown sugar for her oatmeal ||||||||| Catherwood gets lil some brown sugar for her oatmeal. Cease: i think he bought a copy of electrician on leave from his base in northern cal somewhere Principalpoop: mush shoes for the dead: he was blacklisted DJTweeny: Giant Rat's great too Cease: i dont know how ossman and proctor avoided the draft ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| doug - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Rocky Rococo - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: lots of great albums DJTweeny: Well, the draft was exactly that, you didn't necessarily get picked Principalpoop: alice's restaurant ploy? DJTweeny: indeed, Cease Nabby: Boom ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Beet', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Beet: Evening all. How is it going, man? DJTweeny: Hi Beet Cease: hi beet DJTweeny: listening to a vinyl rip of Electrician General Dysfunction: it's about time it's about space shoes for the dead: no scorn? lily: low beet Beet: Nice crowd tonight. EWeston: Beets, a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist Merlyn: about two men in a very strange place DJTweeny: yes indeed, including a couple of newcomers lily: what a sucker DJTweeny: heheh Lil: Loading probs bad tonight ThatsHerTrip: infinite paisley EWeston: The unexpected sucker of doom Beet: meldy hats Wilfhound: Look at the paisley horsey Cease: little peoplle with metally hats coming out of the wall, another ref to pete's bad trip. ||||||||| Rudy sashays in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. EWeston: My eye's arrg! lily: the lollupop of your dreams General Dysfunction: bong Principalpoop: does the name ruby bagonyah mean anything to you? Lil: My favorite line on this cut is "we threw I Ching out the window" EWeston: Safely hidden under a sofa cushion Beet: So he was describing an actual trip Cool. General Dysfunction: out of sight ||||||||| "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!" Principalpoop: or a couch EWeston: It means Winston Sneezegoin lily: farm out ThatsHerTrip: theosophists! lily: electric blue Principalpoop: sam macoo EWeston: Right arm! shoes for the dead: ten card Tarot Cease: yes beet, on a hash brownie as i recall. disabled him from doing his show. proc had to take over, along with david crosby Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln Beet: Left tenant behind ThatsHerTrip: my ears are bad General Dysfunction: right here Principalpoop: huh? EWeston: Box them till they straighten out Cease: no tenants left behind DJTweeny: ThatsHerTrip: my ears are bad << really naughty? ThatsHerTrip: lost a channel? General Dysfunction: or left on front EWeston: Jumped a dike Lil: Try to keep up Poop ||||||||| Outside, the 9:17 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Rogrr coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Principalpoop: what? DJTweeny: That's the mix, they sometimes mix hard right or left DJTweeny: Hi Rogrr shoes for the dead: right on red lily: keep up nah ah Principalpoop: roger roger Lil: LOL General Dysfunction: bye horse ThatsHerTrip: ok, thanks for clearing that up EWeston: volewes kin be yur fren DJTweeny: Rogerr seems to be from Ontario, Cease Rogrr: Hey DJT! Principalpoop: no more drinks for lil hehe Rogrr: And Principal Poop Cease: ontario is even further from me than texas General Dysfunction: say the word Rogrr: Like Neil Young, Ontario? ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" EWeston: Hulabalutions Lil: Now look what you've done to him Beet: That Stinks! Lil: He's drooling again Cease: I tend to think of Neal as more a winnipeg boy shoes for the dead: sounds like a Canadian country toon, Cease Principalpoop: you folks are groovy ThatsHerTrip: solid EWeston: I'm not happy with the flashcard section General Dysfunction: dig that gruving ThatsHerTrip: jackson lily: spitting rainbows Lil: Aww but I haven't spent all my drink tickets yet EWeston: Lurv Cease: Ontario is bigger than Euorpe, with about the population of Belgium. DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give Lil some blue moss ||||||||| Catherwood gets lil some blue moss. Principalpoop: dr benway lily: roygbv Beet: This thing still makes me laugh DJTweeny: Didn't know that, Cease DJTweeny: Great bits for sure, Beet lily: it sure is swell Lil: Thanks. I'll take some milk as a chaser General Dysfunction: you can't fuel me EWeston: And swells up every day shoes for the dead: put some ice on it, lily Principalpoop: the paisley house ThatsHerTrip: one nation, under a groove lily: i like it like that ThatsHerTrip: you said it, man EWeston: Drop in! Beet: Oh, yes, reminds me - Hello to the NSA guy. DJTweeny: lol EWeston: Its late for his breastfeeding DJTweeny: Getting to be like having Soviet 'political officers' around, isn't it Beet? Principalpoop: wait, the sixties, our ages or an era? Captain Equinox: Lest we not forget...Hell, FCC! Beet: Scary DJTweeny: both soon, in my case lily: both EWeston: Latitude DJTweeny: F the CC General Dysfunction: hee hee dj ThatsHerTrip: chow baby! Principalpoop: ciao baby Wilfhound: It's been a joy with many false memories rekindled. G'night y'all from the UK (2.24 in the morning). :) ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rudy - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Dubb74 - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| melvin33 - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 9:25 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving fieldhippie coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: I've already eaten DJTweeny: Hungry, Trip? ||||||||| 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 Charlie disembarks at 9:25 PM. DJTweeny: Hi FH DJTweeny: Hi Charlie EWeston: Bye Wolfie Principalpoop: hip hip wilfhound Beet: If I coild have been a fly on the wall while they were putting this together. lily: bye bad wolf DJTweeny: indeed, Beet Principalpoop: unhip resistance has surrenered Cease: they come, the go, like anything Beet: Energy lily: colide with a fly? Principalpoop: giving up even ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: just like the Biafrans. Cease: a hideous war. ThatsHerTrip: what is this 'sides' you speak of? Principalpoop: 1968 oh oh oh Beet: Yeah. What is a side? shoes for the dead: short for sidereal, Trip DJTweeny: heheh ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: don't trust anybody over 30, oops, under, under 30 violet_dudley: border EWeston: Something a dog is always on the wrong side of ||||||||| "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!" Cease: it's beside the meat ThatsHerTrip: solid Lil: like cole slaw or mashed tters Principalpoop: towel DJTweeny: I saw a picture of a turntable with a stack of 45's the other day, and it was titled "Playlist" Beet: lol Lil: that was taters ' ||||||||| 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 ''Waldo'' falls out at 9:28 PM. Mim: Hearing this now is much different from when I was a kid. I missed a lot of the content. DJTweeny: There's Waldo! Principalpoop: tots or hash browns DJTweeny: There's always some little bit of something on their albums that you didn't catch before Lil: both if you like Pooper DJTweeny: _very_ complex EWeston: G Carlins Tatter tits shoes for the dead: Always, Tween! Mim: exactly, DJ Lil: I knew that was coming lol Cease: they want to expand your brain Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln ||||||||| "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!" Principalpoop: ahh buffet, jimmy buffett ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: particularly the young ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" lily: you have beet the reaper Beet: "multiple layers of meaning" as the desk clerk at the Library of Congress said. Cease: does he have prime rib? EWeston: Few people accuse me of orthodoxy. DJTweeny: oh yes Principalpoop: how many are we? lily: we are one ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." shoes for the dead: four EWeston: With the elevator alien? Lil: with or without your family? Beet: one plus four Cease: speaking of orthodoxy, i just finished a book about Pussy Riot. shoes for the dead: here? Principalpoop: one after 909 EWeston: Where they are going...? Beet: Cease, what's the book called? General Dysfunction: move over once Lil: There there! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." DJTweeny: Cease: speaking of orthodoxy, i just finished a book about Pussy Riot. << you just read the articles, right? Principalpoop: cough cough shoes for the dead: kafkafkaf EWeston: That's a spider! lily: my dog is riot and she has one of those Lil: A MADman surely ThatsHerTrip: great speech DJTweeny: is the dog for sale? EWeston: Kaffka Franski and Olipant Maxwell: Com'on baby don't be cold as Ice Cease: I think it was called the passion of pussy riot. fieldhippie: What happens here? lily: she all mine lol Principalpoop: Stanislaw Lem Cease: not exactly friends of the russian orthodox church. Beet: I'll Google. General Dysfunction: good dog riot Principalpoop: this is the happening, dig it ||||||||| ''Waldo'' is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:34 PM. Cease: lem. i've read a lot of his books EWeston: Am I not my left hands Keeper? lily: GREAT shoes for the dead: a kept left hand? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts bob into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:34 PM, then departs. EWeston: Ciberade(sp) was fun Cease: upper and lower case bobs Principalpoop: the fist in an iron glove, oops wrong chat EWeston: Part of Lem's Memyoir Found in a Bathtub General Dysfunction: easy as a bridge DJTweeny: Hi bob ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Moose into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:35 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: isn't that bridge finished yet? Mim: Interesting that my window address gives my state, city, longitude and latitude. What's up with that? Beet: So, some guy takes over after a bunch of people gives him all of their gossip DJTweeny: Hi Moose Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln General Dysfunction: no but is for sale Moose: Hi DJTweeny! Principalpoop: NSA notes EWeston: The rest: 40 days and nights. My nieghbors ass. Much cattle? Cease: Cyberiad. Yes i have that. Don't remember it though. Beet: dime novel shoes for the dead: but you can rent some ass,GD ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Cease: There is a recent flick based on the Futurological Congress. DJTweeny: never heard of 'em EWeston: Created in C the ultimate weapon. A small robotic mouse Principalpoop: rivah General Dysfunction: rent some ribbah Beet: Everything has leather in the title EWeston: Ribah! Ribah! Moose: Anybody got any string? EWeston: I got some lint. shoes for the dead: only this lynch General Dysfunction: they burned the kid ||||||||| 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!" Tirebiter03: I've got an entrenching tool lily: i'll pull out my stitches ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Today we lynch a POW Moose: Beat the reaper! Beet: I went to college right next to the Texas State Prison where they did a lot of burning ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: lynched by press Moose: It's the PLAGUE! violet_dudley: can you find my strring? ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Wilfhound - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: jaundice General Dysfunction: but i got jaundice what do i know Beet: Merl is gone already? ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: Pre judged by them and ready for proper punishment shoes for the dead: pull my string violet_dudley: my torch is guttering Cease: how about G? Moose: The big disease . . . ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" EWeston: Pull it where? lily: drip drip drop drop General Dysfunction: over there by them Moose: PLAGUE! violet_dudley: here... and here.... and, ... here EWeston: Them who! DJTweeny: plaaaague Principalpoop: that would be us, those that are here anyway shoes for the dead: thems the giant ants EWeston: Its trendy violet_dudley: lets to the winter palace! Principalpoop: mod ||||||||| 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: yes to the palace! EWeston: Pew pew pewppew. Fav 50's raygun sound effect ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Good With the Help close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:42 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. violet_dudley: meep meep violet_dudley: pew Principalpoop: tirebiter General Dysfunction: good mnemnomnics ||||||||| 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 Barney gets out at 9:43 PM. EWeston: You'd wave your atenna at me? Principalpoop: pepee lapew DJTweeny: Hi Good, Barney lily: extend that thing EWeston: Socker Blue! shoes for the dead: Towel Principalpoop: shortwave or cb? General Dysfunction: kaphlooey ||||||||| 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!" lily: ham EWeston: Ambassador shoes for the dead: prison Principalpoop: coffee ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: delight Principalpoop: border General Dysfunction: thank goodness side sx fieldhippie: I new here, but I have to say that They changed my life and keep on changing my life. Beet: Always come back to where you started Good With the Help: Hi DJ, sorry I was distracted by a fourth word in Turkish Principalpoop: may I see your passport please? Cease: did any of you see Louie on monday? General Dysfunction: oh my god im a dj EWeston: Get that prothesis outa there! shoes for the dead: yuppers, hippie Principalpoop: yes fieldhippie, that is the joint Cease: he had some little news segments that were Very Firesonian. Beet: Haven't seen the latest Louie yet General Dysfunction: is that your prothesis Mim: This is the best discovery ever! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Vanwall close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:46 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Cease: when you watch it, see if you aren't reminded of firesign. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Beet: That'll be fun DJTweeny: Hi Vanwall Cease: what is mim? Vanwall: Hey there EWeston: Check its pulse. If it has one, yea General Dysfunction: wait, did we change the year and i missed it? DJTweeny: lol @ sex change operation ThatsHerTrip: delicious sharia irony ||||||||| 9:47 PM: Ralph 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: Yo Mama Obama Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews DJTweeny: Hi Ralph ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:48 PM, dragging VideoFlyer by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" ThatsHerTrip: keep it neat beet, mr nsa is everywhere General Dysfunction: oh yeah walmarts DJTweeny: Hi VF Beet: Just repeating the audio VideoFlyer: Hi all... FIrst time here. Love the group EWeston: Figbats and fruitbores Principalpoop: walmarts for afghanistan, crowdfunding Ralph: Duluth? Why you can get Tierra del Fuego........... Cease: netscape. that's old ||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving SPGoodman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. shoes for the dead: that's piracy, Beet Good With the Help: "Everybody stay on camera," says the nsa, "& we'll all get…" Beet: I assume NSA guy is streaming the audio too General Dysfunction: dear friends EWeston: Couple new folks in today. We are a disease. SPGoodman: cough! hi kids ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books General Dysfunction: i hope he has good humour Mim: Hi VF, my first time too SPGoodman: Love the book Rufus ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. General Dysfunction: wwe are contagious Principalpoop: wb M SPGoodman: Say, I've been looking for a recording ... shoes for the dead: he's the only one in the nsa room laughing Good With the Help: @ Beet - yeah he is, but he doesn't understand any of it DJTweeny: Which one? Principalpoop: like a fungus ahh the fungus among us Moose: Good night everyone . . . SPGoodman: Last seen on the LP "Forward Into The Past".... Principalpoop: ciao moose Cease: by moose DJTweeny: night Moose General Dysfunction: stromburg carlson? EWeston: If we was zombies, we'd be main stream DJTweeny: see ya next week lily: I keep my contagins contained General Dysfunction: night moose Beet: I think you're right, Good Moose: I was too late to the party. :( SPGoodman: It's from a single apparently. Great skit that switched radio channels. Captain Equinox: I have two copies of Marching...hardcover in archives, paperback always available for reference. Good With the Help: I need to go too. Coming, Mother... Beet: Party is always in progress. Not late Principalpoop: and nick danger? DJTweeny: That's one I don't have, SPGoodman EWeston: Don't let them be helpless SPGoodman: You might recall it, "Police State! Police State! Police State!" "Help! It's the police!" DJTweeny: I believe that Shoes For Industry is generally considered to be better Captain Equinox: Heading out. Gotta get supper on the table. Captain Equinox: 'Night all! DJTweeny: Bye Captain, be well Principalpoop: bon appetit General Dysfunction: night cap Cease: eat well, cap SPGoodman: I bought the LP in 76. It hasn't been seen for ages. This is the one thing Shoes for Industry doesn't have. Beet: Nite, Captain EWeston: Check you 6 capin Charles on your tail lily: night to you and you and you and thanks Captain Equinox: Thiamks...TACO night! Margaritas, too! EWeston: And Gnu SPGoodman: nite capn General Dysfunction: 69cent bar scotch lily: my mind has been expanded ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “I COULD ALWAYS SHOOT HIM WITH THE CAMERA”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ **' Captain Equinox: Oxnard EWeston: What year? shoes for the dead: when? DJTweeny: That one's definitely out of print SPGoodman ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Barney - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| violet_dudley - dead from measles ||||||||| bob - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: haven't laughed out loud today till now, so thankful ThatsHerTrip: annihilated DJTweeny: Firesign doesn't even have it listed in their media collection ThatsHerTrip: turn his mic off! DJTweeny: Catherwood, please thank Firesign for making us laugh ||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to DJTweeny and asks "Did you need me?" EWeston: Shoot down his astral plane Principalpoop: I have heard the Police State, Police State thing here tween DJTweeny: lol EW SPGoodman: No DJ! The single is however on the LP. I will have it! I will! DJTweeny: Yes P, trying to think Principalpoop: where is fong? SPGoodman: (Singing) Police men, we're police men, it's police men we'll become (we're number one) Beet: Calling all Dex's DJTweeny: GOT IT!! General Dysfunction: oh my goodness, the lounge singer, so cool SPGoodman: Peace men, yes, we're Peace Men! Even thooooough we wear a gun (it's all in fun) DJTweeny: Police Lineup, from P&B's TV or Not TV :) Principalpoop: smooth Beet: You're good Tween DJTweeny: Well, my iTunes catalog is ;) shoes for the dead: lax meaning Principalpoop: and changing cable channels the whole way not radio... ahh ok EWeston: Lefthanded SPGoodman: aha Beet: Just waht I want to be - a productive unit Cease: this sounds like that book, forget name. very popular in those days shoes for the dead: sit on your pipe, SP? SPGoodman: Yeah, but take off yer shoes. SPGoodman: good one shoes General Dysfunction: i can act, oh boy can i act DJTweeny: The Medium Is The Message, Cease? Principalpoop: individual wills into action, corporate away from human values SPGoodman: Huck you! ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Beet: That was a trillion 70's dollars Principalpoop: the system became deranged olalala General Dysfunction: a reasonably human standard, where is it now Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln SPGoodman: What is reality? EWeston: Chuck you Farly. Comunal activity can be very good DJTweeny: ^^ Where this track is from Cease: no. the greening of america. thats right. they[re relating to it in its original magazineform ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: all those 70's dollars were high on coke DJTweeny: Ah, OK Cease Principalpoop: welcome, to the machine EWeston: Acid was popular on Wall Street General Dysfunction: yes, that war on drugs so profitable fieldhippie: Cap'n: Wish that I could by a FST wineglass. Beet: I can have enough sex if I just buy a car? ThatsHerTrip: was the revolution televised? i think i missed it DJTweeny: EWeston: Acid was popular on Wall Street << still is, I'd say ;) EWeston: Much of that profit found its way to safe tax shelters Cease: just started reading The Last Pirate, about exactly how profitable it was Principalpoop: if your hair is right and you wear filbo holfstadler pants Mim: Time to walk the dog. Thanks for welcoming me to the fold. Giant Rat of Sumatra soon, DJ? Cease: and holes in the new mexico desert, where the book begins Rufus_T_Firetween: FIELDHIPPIE >> ** Firesign T-shirts, coffee mugs and other goodies now available at >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign EWeston: Where could you get a real suppy, not get rolfed Principalpoop: rats must gnaw, or their teeth grow into their brains Cease: sort of breaking bad, pre-meth ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Beet: Nice having you, Mim. Tune in again. Principalpoop: our mim Cease: any time, mim Mim: I shall, Beet EWeston: Bye Min Take care. Say hi to hubby DJTweeny: Join us again, Mim :) General Dysfunction: who da heck you ah General Dysfunction: bye min General Dysfunction: i mean mim EWeston: Ah am a flighter pilot EWeston: Ok I'm not General Dysfunction: ground to pilot ground to pilot EWeston: Don't miss this time! Beet: a flight or fighter pilot ThatsHerTrip: what's your vector, victor? EWeston: I'm as flighty as you please, or no... Principalpoop: consumer freedom EWeston: Brame space, and beyond! General Dysfunction: longitudinal latidudes Principalpoop: dog wants out, bbl Ralph: what's all this brou haha EWeston: Roofies shoes for the dead: haha General Dysfunction: ha ha Ralph: hahahaha General Dysfunction: this is W666 in trouble with nsa Beet: The FCC wikk get you Beet: will EWeston: After his nap General Dysfunction: the FCC is a bad dad DJTweeny: It's a tool of the industry, like the RIAA Cease: unless you're a rich media company. then it's your buddy ||||||||| Catherwood leads Da inside, makes a note of the time (10:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Beet: I . . . am . . . not . . . a . . . machine DJTweeny: true, Cease ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moose - dead from The Plague ||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Maxwell - dead from measles ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Tirebiter03 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Good With the Help - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: omg! REEEEAPED! ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... General Dysfunction: what means WR... what you said DJT shoes for the dead: a baker's halh-dozen ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Cease: Hi El DJTweeny: Hey Elayne EWeston: Poor lactose or packed toes General Dysfunction: hi elayne Beet: Hi Elayne DJTweeny: EWeston: Acid was popular on Wall Street ?? shoes for the dead: hi El ||||||||| 10:11 PM -- VideoFlyer left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). Elayne: hi everyone, can't stay EWeston: Where's my clean shirt, dang it Elayne: just wanted to say hi DJTweeny: Not what I meant to paste, EW, sorry Elayne: have to look through old employment records to try and find evidence of my salary for the last 7 years General Dysfunction: nice to see your name anyway Elayne: filling out an employment form, my firm got taken over and we all have to do the paperwork for the new plae DJTweeny: and they don't have the records? Cease: but you're still employed, el? EWeston: An article from the late sventies in Crawdaddy expounded on the subject ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" General Dysfunction: god are you under a takeover Elayne: Indeed, Cat Elayne: Must dash ||||||||| At 10:13 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Cease: that's good Cease: that was quick DJTweeny: Elayne, we hardly knew ye... Beet: Hello Goodbye E ThatsHerTrip: damned pirates, taking over everything EWeston: Fundamentalists to the right. Idiots all over General Dysfunction: nothing left alone Beet: I love Phil's Papoon-type speeches shoes for the dead: nothin thft to do but smile ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" General Dysfunction: nobody wants poverty DJTweeny: yeah Beet :) General Dysfunction: policed men EWeston: I expect a very poblic meltdown by the right in the next few month's. Unituced by our dear media fieldhippie: G'night. It's been fun. Beet: What are the signs of thie, EW? Cease: by field EWeston: By you hippy freak you DJTweeny: Join us again :) General Dysfunction: thalydomide.... Beet: "signs of this" shoes for the dead: by hippie General Dysfunction: Shoot him with the Camera! EWeston: Well do you ever remember a POW returning to threats by folks who were rooting for his release a few month's ago? ThatsHerTrip: dick nixon General Dysfunction: shsh, it's orsn welles EWeston: Unfortunately never a POW DJTweeny: lol GD Cease: orson ossman played orson welles in my play Red Shift General Dysfunction: pigmentation must not be unseemly ThatsHerTrip: i'm not a crook! Beet: I pray someday that the hypocrisy wtll become plain to the victims of the propaganda machine EWeston: Pigmantaintion for skin, not intestines General Dysfunction: never heard this before- i am changed, changed i tell you DJTweeny: I watched All The President's Men last evening Cease: i remember when nixon lost the governor's race in 62, ThatsHerTrip: you needa buy DOMM, pronto DJTweeny: (1976, about Watergate and the Washington Post) DJTweeny: DOMM is a great collection General Dysfunction: i'll get it Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln General Dysfunction: gollee EWeston: I'll get my wife Cease: gollum's sister? shoes for the dead: bacon rind on the whistle front General Dysfunction: drives me mad! EWeston: Well known, and turned trollop General Dysfunction: armegeddon outta here, General Dysfunction: no i'm not Beet: Anybody know the name of the French tune? ||||||||| 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!" General Dysfunction: bonsoir by night Beet: This segment is hilarious EWeston: I fart in your general direction, waltz for three people ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mim - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| fieldhippie - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Da - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: i thought it was the theme from emmanuel General Dysfunction: oh the perfume of the goat fragments Beet: Very ramantic, EW EWeston: Early heavy breathing shmaltz General Dysfunction: i swoon, then recover EWeston: That swoon is underage you cur! Cease: song is called Je Taime as I recall General Dysfunction: its a perfectly aged swoon, rare and most sought after! Beet: Thanks, Cease EWeston: something along the lines of Main Squeeze ThatsHerTrip: sex jail XXXX General Dysfunction: xxxooo ||||||||| "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!" Principalpoop: sung by the same girl that sang dominica dominica i think hehe EWeston: An adolesent swoon, I'm sure f it Beet: I mised "Danish Tongue" EWeston: They tore it down? General Dysfunction: yes, naive but no less sincere General Dysfunction: a goat? EWeston: Ravish much? shoes for the dead: (and a goat) EWeston: Groped grott, its sick General Dysfunction: i used to go to sleep leaning up against a windfall shoes for the dead: no, just Danish EWeston: Call a vet anyway Principalpoop: a mere something at the time, a twig? ahhh heck Cease: a pastry that eats itself Principalpoop: sprig EWeston: Only during the mating season Principalpoop: on blueberry hill ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: the moon stood still General Dysfunction: love hearing the scratches in the record, yes the record DJTweeny: I didn't the Mutt & Smutt characters were this old. Cool General Dysfunction: woolfstools DJTweeny: * didn't know EWeston: But was caught doing a selfie shoes for the dead: Indonesian leg sleaves General Dysfunction: read me this piece General Dysfunction: subversieve lets some folks through EWeston: How bout we red it to you Principalpoop: howdy dooty ThatsHerTrip: boone's farm or thunderbird? EWeston: Johnson's Booty Principalpoop: mad dog 20202 General Dysfunction: hold on miss doody EWeston: Age in the plastic ripple for me ThatsHerTrip: fcc violation General Dysfunction: where? shoes for the dead: demanged Principalpoop: a new drink where they mix snapple and ripple, it is called... EWeston: It was over 18 General Dysfunction: snipple? EWeston: Tea? Principalpoop: that works ||||||||| 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' General Dysfunction: rapple? DJTweeny: lol shoes for the dead: one red wine comin' up! Principalpoop: nipple softners EWeston: He forgot the glass! ||||||||| 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." General Dysfunction: make it a drubble EWeston: Got some hydrogenated sulfates, fresh General Dysfunction: a real swell idea! ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Vanwall - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: throw a towel over it General Dysfunction: yuk yuk EWeston: An a pack of cigarettes Principalpoop: a luncheon, not a lynching, thats what you think... Cease: Thanks again, Tween. shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween! Beet: Especially good evening. Went really fast. Thanks again Tween and I hope the new folks had a good time. 'Nite. Principalpoop: yes, thanks austin tween ''Bob'': Thanks again, Tween! shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Principalpoop: it does go fast, ciaoo, super week all General Dysfunction: another great night Tween, love the xchanges ''Bob'': Hey, BTW, come join me on Radio Eschaton http://radioeschaton.com/ on Monday night! ||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Cease: off we flee DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... ||||||||| At 10:42 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Cease!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ''Bob'': Sure to be some FT played. :) EWeston: I'm beside myself. One of me is gruntled, take me away please. General Dysfunction: bozos! DJTweeny: I've been playing cuts from the All Things Firtesign album on my Sunday show recently ||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" DJTweeny: Would love to see you all there :) ''Bob'': Duke of Madness is a veritable goldmine... DJTweeny: It is, for sure General Dysfunction: Will check it out, thanks so much! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:43 PM and EWeston sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ''Bob'': Nite all! EWeston: An a pack of cigarettes General Dysfunction: and a pack of cigarettes ThatsHerTrip: i'm always up for fcc violations, will check it out General Dysfunction: night E ||||||||| General Dysfunction leaves to catch the 10:44 PM train to Funfun Town. ||||||||| At 10:45 PM, DJTweeny vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! ||||||||| At 10:45 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| At 10:50 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| Catherwood leads General Dysfunction in through the front door at 10:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. General Dysfunction: actually meant goodnight E and DJT and all who gathered here for a great thursday eve ||||||||| General Dysfunction says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, General Dysfunction exits at 10:54 PM. ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| EWeston - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| ThatsHerTrip - dead from jaundice ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Charlie - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 10:58 PM: Joieoie jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why hello, deer friends! A warm Thursday evening to all of you even if you don't have the horns -- as many do not. ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Joieoie - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Lil - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, I'm over here in this tree suit! Flotsam thought it well for me to try it on! It turn out that I haven't really gained much weight! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Sorry, "turns." My editing has decayed from my Eton days quite a bite. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flathead and I are anxious to have Catherwood visit us in London -- but not at the same time as Nick's visit obviously. ||||||||| Catherwood says "It's exactly 11:12 PM!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): According to my sundial it is something like 4:12 AM. What's with you Americans? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): It's a good sundial! My friend, Indiana, dug it out of a tomb in Egypt -- so he told me. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): In any case, Flatman and I are enjoying our numerous Firesign Friends in our London home. There's plenty of room; as one fellow Brit likes to say, "We'd love to take you home with us!" Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And don't worry about the cooking! We don't typically serve English fare! Flotsam can cook Indian cuisine quite as good as anything you have ever eaten! He can cook Italian quite well -- and also can cook gluten-free! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well Dear Heads, we look forward to seeing you this summer! Many returns! ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) departs at 11:22 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| It's 11:25 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... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rogrr - dead from the common cold ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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
''Bob''
Captain Equinox
Cease
DJTweeny
Dubb74
Elayne
EWeston
fieldhippie
General Dysfunction
Good With the Help
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Lil
lily
Maxwell
Merlyn
Mim
Moose
Nabby
plantlady
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rogrr
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
SPGoodman
squeeze_the_wheeze
ThatsHerTrip
tinydoctortim
Tirebiter03
Vanwall
VideoFlyer
violet_dudley
Wilfhound
