||||||||| 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 19, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| DJTweeny waltzes in at 7:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:08 PM, dragging revjim by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" revjim: revjim shall return at the appointed hour ! ||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood leads Woody 1 into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:31 PM, then departs. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET - 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) **' DJTweeny: Hi Woody Woody 1: I was worried that no one would hear me. Hey, DJ DJTweeny: 'If a Firehead posts in the chat, and no one reads it...' Woody 1: I'm so PC Illiterate. How do I check out this stimulcast? Just click on the link above? DJTweeny: Yes DJTweeny: no audio now DJTweeny: will be in a couple of minutes DJTweeny: It should open in whatever program you've set up to play internet streams ||||||||| "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!" DJTweeny: perhaps windows media player ||||||||| Catherwood leads b1ueskyz inside, makes a note of the time (8:37 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:37 PM and late as usual, it's Joe Beets, just back from Wichita." DJTweeny: Hi blueskyz DJTweeny: Hi Joe DJTweeny: you can go ahead and get connected to the stream DJTweeny: there will be music in a couple of minutes Woody 1: My brother and I had an extensive conversation about FT. They're amazing. Sometimes I can't figure out who is doing what vocals. b1ueskyz: Thx. First visit. ||||||||| Flip bounds in at 8:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Hi Flip DJTweeny: Some of the character voices do blend Woody 1: Which link? ||||||||| 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." DJTweeny: 128k or 16k - at the top of the page in the notification area DJTweeny: depends on how good your internet service is Woody 1: I know Proctor's and I was surprised to find out Ossman did Porgy. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Sector R', just granted probation at 8:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Flip: howdy DJTweeny: Mudhead is rather obviously Bergman ||||||||| elpoptart bounds in at 8:41 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Hi Sector R DJTweeny: Hi elpoptart Sector R: howdy Woody 1: Oh yeah. DJTweeny: but I have noticed that Ossman and Proctor's character voices can be similar at times ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Live Steppenwolf) - 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) **' ||||||||| "8:43 PM? 8:43 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Clem enters and sits in the comfy chair. DJTweeny: Hi Clem Woody 1: Bozos is a scramble I think. That's the one that confused us with all the special effects. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies phineas in through the front door at 8:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with sound man close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: Hi phineas DJTweeny: Hi sound man ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Fred flocker inside, makes a note of the time (8:45 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: Hi Fred Woody 1: Hey, Clem. Fred flocker: Hi everybody ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:47 PM and EWeston sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi EW Woody 1: I'm clicking in to the stimalcast. EWeston: Evenin Tweeny starfall on what ever planet we's on. DJTweeny: Spaceship Earth Fred flocker: I'm on the tardis with Chris Eccleston EWeston: Saw a neat article on current star drive work this week Sector R: gdamn the pusher! DJTweeny: that would be quite a ride, Fred Fred flocker: It's a wierd trip especially with steppenwolf playing too DJTweeny: musical time-warp Fred flocker: Goddam that Dr. Man Woody 1: Can't find where the first one downloaded to. ||||||||| Catherwood leads cbdc into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:52 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cease into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi cbdc DJTweeny: Hey cease ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo)', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Woody, what program do you usually use for streaming? cbdc: Can we talk here? DJTweeny: Hi Burnoose cease: i'm on a different computer and can't get sound cbdc: < muffled > wecan'ttalkhere ||||||||| revjim enters at 8:53 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTweeny: "He says he can shout, don't hear you." DJTweeny: Hi jim EWeston: Semaphore or smoke signals as desired Sector R: what? cbdc: Hey gang—a friend of mine just shared this link—incredible to find this going on. F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey DJ! revjim: howdy ! ||||||||| 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: Don't let your brain wander Sector R: get your motor running ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| phineas - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Clem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Joe Beets - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: Reaped so early... sad EWeston: Power your personal convenience with naptha! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Waldo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:55 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| "8:55 PM? 8:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "guy goodman should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as guy goodman enters and sits on the divan. Fred flocker: Sweet mugs! cbdc: Catherwood must be soooo tired— ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside cbdc and says "Would you like something?" ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'rocky', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... cbdc: Susan Underhill? DJTweeny: Hi Waldo, goodman, rocky EWeston: How bout a gerilla? rocky: hi! Woody 1: No one is entirely sure exactly what is for sure. Waldo: Studying trees... cease: this is annoying. i used to be able to listen on this computer before DJTweeny: any luck, woody? EWeston: Or where it comes from Woody 1: No. You? DJTweeny: What program do you usually stream with? DJTweeny: play streams, that is elpoptart: foobar cbdc: I'm using iTunes rocky: if i lived here, i'd be home by now... EWeston: That's easy for you to say ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'W.A.L.T.E.R.', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. cease: the other computer had an audio programme not on this one, forget the name. so i have ms media player hwich always worked before. nothing now. DJTweeny: Woody? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'squeeze_the_wheeze', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... DJTweeny: Hi Walter ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." EWeston: Where am I walter! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" DJTweeny: Hi squeeze Woody 1: I mentioned that I'm an illiterate pc weirdo. I don't stream. I need help from helpful fish. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 19, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" W.A.L.T.E.R.: Roll a couple bomber please, Catherwood. ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside W.A.L.T.E.R. and asks "Would you like something?" ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:00 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" ||||||||| Porgy steals in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... squeeze_the_wheeze: hi'ya friends DJTweeny: Can any of you Windows users help woody out connecting to the stream? ||||||||| "Hey Captain Equinox!" ... Captain Equinox turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:00 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... DJTweeny: Hi Bark, Captain W.A.L.T.E.R.: Couple bombers, please? ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... EWeston: Keep on camera folks Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: Howdy EWeston: Hey Shoes Mr. Bark Bark: Don't run in the trenches! cease: ok i'll leave this one and try another computer Sector R: howdy EWeston: How's things in the hills R rocky: shoes for industry... Woody 1: Surely Capt. Equinox may help. ||||||||| 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!" Sector R: gloubner's disease? W.A.L.T.E.R.: This is Walter...this is Walter...I am listening was not before EWeston: He had a rough solest ||||||||| Catherwood leads gds inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Sector R: it sucks, they never come up here ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Yes darlin I'm in pain! Cripples on the radio Sector R: news was a bit slow back then shoes for the dead: I got a Mark Time shirt for father's day! EWeston: Oh hi Pooper Mr. Bark Bark: And guess whose turn it is now! Principalpoop: i hear noise Principalpoop: tween, the skype pimp shoes for the dead: better than smelling it Woody 1: lemme try and find what I downloaded. Jeeeze! W.A.L.T.E.R.: Fuck you!
elpoptart O EWeston: Glooberners Desease stwikes again Principalpoop: thanks ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'InTheWood', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly. W.A.L.T.E.R.: What is a Reality? W.A.L.T.E.R.: A? Mr. Bark Bark: That'd be a good Father's Day present, a T-shirt like that. EWeston: It's in recovery Principalpoop: reality is a crutch elpoptart: Eat it raw! ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging George Tirebiter by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): This is one of my favorite albums, whatever they were . . . cbdc: Raw raw raw Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not afraid of it. InTheWood: Greetings, fellow kids! Principalpoop: no no no, when a reefer was too small, it burned your fingers so you used pliers EWeston: I like my reality with a nice sause, and a little butter ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Elmertown." F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Wikipedia avers that the title is a Dylan reference. elpoptart: play stream with foobar W.A.L.T.E.R.: Hello Earthlings everywhere. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs. George Tirebiter: My all time favorite! Mr. Bark Bark: You people are SO superstitious! Principalpoop: it is magic DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn DJTweeny: Hi Nabby shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn Merlyn: hey dj EWeston: Come out with your tentacles up shoes for the dead: and Nabby Nabby: Groovnin' all! DJTweeny: I'll check out the Wiki, thanks Nabby: Hi Tweeny ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'tigerdog', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Mr. Bark Bark: Darling Nabby. Principalpoop: i see paris and I see france, i see merlyn and nabby entered together elpoptart: i've been up for a week! cease: tween, post the url for the sound stream here pleaSE. I CANT SEE TOP ANY MORE W.A.L.T.E.R.: Anyone been to Three Finger Mickey's? shoes for the dead: only have ninetacles F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): (think that's where I saw it) ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” - 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/firtheatdonc.html **' Nabby: Whew just in time DJTweeny: Hi tigerdog cease: hi el EWeston: Apply for your tentacle depleteion allowance, and your OBE ||||||||| 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 falls out at 9:07 PM. Principalpoop: grape or brown sugar cinnamon? Nabby: Rufus T Sector R: give me that feedback Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv ||||||||| Outside, the 9:07 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Moregard coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. revjim: I heard that the " dwarf" was your TV. And that " Don't crush that dwarf hand me the pliers" was meant to say that TV needed fixing, not destroying. Principalpoop: its gonna be alright George Tirebiter: It's gonna be alright! Nabby: It's going to be alright tonight InTheWood: …of the blinding light!... revjim: But then again, everything I know is wrong.... shoes for the dead: Dear Friends!!!!! Fred flocker: alll RIGHT! Principalpoop: i cannot see, look out for me W.A.L.T.E.R.: The pliers were to change channels once the dial fell off. Nabby: let's hear it for Leroy Mr. Bark Bark: But he's coming down... DJTweeny: Hi Moregard EWeston: Get that organ looked at Moregard: whew I'm late! Fred flocker: I'm really a DC Nabby: kchhhhh Principalpoop: so the crushing is about what? one might crush a tiny joint remains DJTweeny: There's shots for that now, right EW? W.A.L.T.E.R.: I'm on the wrong album! Mr. Bark Bark: LOL shoes for the dead: and to pass the roaches (dwarfs) cease: finally. mac works but keyboard too tiny EWeston: I know I had one erks fine fine fine Sector R: 93 octane Principalpoop: over Mr. Bark Bark: Marching to Shibboleth Principalpoop: get thee behind me Nabby: E! Nabby: everybody sing ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Snappyhead inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Principalpoop: with the eagle and a sword EWeston: Get off that triptyc W.A.L.T.E.R.: The flaming Aford! shoes for the dead: Lion DJTweeny: That's interesting about Blonde On Blonde, Burnoose DJTweeny: Hi Snappyheard DJTweeny: *Snappyhead shoes for the dead: the flaming ford Nabby: ford or fjord cease: how do i make these messages larger on a mac? Nabby: Snappyhead Captain Equinox: Rough as a Cob March EWeston: Snappy herd, high speed cattle DJTweeny: Command +, cease ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Finnius', just granted probation at 9:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: perhaps change the font in the sent to all menu place DJTweeny: or you can use the Configue option in the popup menu Finnius: Good Hello Mr. Bark Bark: Laughing Cow cheese... Nabby: Shall release DJTweeny: Hi Finnius cease: what symbol is command? Nabby: Hi Finnius Principalpoop: the apple? DJTweeny: Cloverleaf cease: the one with the apple on it? EWeston: Giggleing toad brew DJTweeny: yes Sector R: let's eat Nabby: we're hungry! Nabby: let's eat Principalpoop: let's eat ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Mr. Bark Bark: I won't bite! shoes for the dead: and we ate it!!! ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Nabby: hot dog! EWeston: Morse Sugar cease: +ah, thats a little better. now much better Principalpoop: a might hot dog is our lord Sector R: that pastor flash, what a motivator Nabby: EW haha Finnius: Was listening to some of the "Dear Friends" mp3's and thought i would join the chat. Was hoping it was still ongoing DJTweeny: I guess the choice to play a Let's Eat episode later on was appropriate ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:13 PM, dragging Beet by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" Beet: Looks like we have a nice crowd here tonoght. Howdy everyone. Mr. Bark Bark: Ethel and Rosenberg are passing among you now... DJTweeny: Hi Beet Nabby: It's outgoing Mr. Bark Bark: Heya, Joe! Nabby: Hey Beet Principalpoop: and schedule an appointment with your opthalmologist hehe Merlyn: We're here every day on Thursday nights, Finnius revjim: Howdy ! Which ways Goshen ? ||||||||| 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!" W.A.L.T.E.R.: I am exiting Earth Wake... "9:14 PM? 9:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Robbieryanlmf should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Robbieryanlmf enters and sits on the couch. Nabby: thin thin thin DJTweeny: Hi Robbier Mr. Bark Bark: They never come up into the hills! Principalpoop: shorts and quarts cease: my regular computer was attacked a couple of days ago and is not currently among the liv ing Sector R: but he said everywhere Beet: Glad to see evryone esp the newcomers. Welcome Robbieryanlmf: Hello, Dear Friends. Sector R: damn Finnius: thursdays...lol...nice. It was random that i happened on here...good to know DJTweeny: sorry to hear, cease :( EWeston: Hard on the outside crash resistnet on the inside Principalpoop: a gramme is better than a damn Mr. Bark Bark: Honorary aquarium parents Ralph Bunch and Ida Lupino... DJTweeny: Yep, every Thursday night, Finnius Nabby: yeah sorry to hear that Cat Principalpoop: yes ouch cease cease: good to have this mac in the closet, though i havent used it so long i've forgotten how ||||||||| 9:15 PM: orsoni jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Merlyn: It's a Firesign miracle, Finnius DJTweeny: Hi orson EWeston: Gammie's for that old fashion lovin Merlyn: a gay mac, cat? DJTweeny: I use old Macs to do this show Sector R: damn Principalpoop: sometimes murphy is our friend orsoni: Hi Dee Ho.... cease: i was called by someone my caller id identified as microsoft.l that turned out not to be the case Nabby: enough Finnius: brief introduction...im 50 years old, and have done contributions for "Snuggles"...an offshoot group inspired by "Negativland" and "FST" EWeston: Crub your gremlin cease: lol merl Merlyn: Murphy's Slaw -- sorry, only one per costumer Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred Sector R: look at this! DJTweeny: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! Mr. Bark Bark: Stories of honest working people, told by rich Hollywood stars... Nabby: cool Finnius EWeston: Who could look at that? Woody 1: Night guys and gals. No luck on the links. I love ya at times like this. Nabby: yummy George Tirebiter: Hot buttered growth clusters? I'll talk - you eat ||||||||| 9:17 PM: ''Bob'' jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" b1ueskyz: Yumm... groatclusters EWeston: By Woody Finnius: ...next stop...Fort Stinking Desert Mr. Bark Bark: Sorry Woody 1 cease: merl, how can i make the msgs bar dissappear here? i cant see the bottom typing Principalpoop: smooch woody DJTweeny: Hi Bob Nabby: Hey Bob ''Bob'': Evenin' all! Sector R: why does this part always make me hungry? DJTweeny: Good to have you here Finnius, and all you newcomers :) EWeston: It's probably an alius Merlyn: It shouldn't happen, cat, try command-R to redraw the window Finnius: good hello bob...no relation to bob dobbs i gather Woody 1: Get em while you can! Nabby: Nobody says hubba hubba anymore DJTweeny: As I said, we do this every week cease: i should be a ble to see the screen without all these mac icons on the bottom orsoni: Don't mean to block the flow, but is there some sort of on line compendium of videos/dvd's ||||||||| At 9:18 PM, Woody 1 runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Mr. Bark Bark: Nobody wears suits like that anymore, Mr. Yarrow. DJTweeny: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html revjim: That woman's trying to kill me ! Merlyn: or just close the window and log in again; you can log in even if it says you're already on, just say yes EWeston: Nobody ever said gruntled W.A.L.T.E.R.: yesssssss yesssssss yesssssssss Principalpoop: give orsoni the links tween shoes for the dead: lost my damn wireless EWeston: Not now not, here! DJTweeny: lol Walter Mr. Bark Bark: The Real One Nabby: the REAL one Merlyn: orsoni, try https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php and http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?category=all Nabby: lol MBB Finnius: serious question...i have all the "dear friends" "xfm shows" "fools in space"...and more...but dont have a complete set of the "stoned live radio"...anyone know where someone has a complete set archived? Sector R: power salute! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:21 PM downtown bus from Albuquerque pulls away, leaving SomeAtomicGuy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:21 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Filmjunki coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Missed your request, orson ||||||||| 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 mfl disembarks at 9:21 PM. DJTweeny: Hi Atomic DJTweeny: just a moment orsoni Merlyn: I posted, DJ W.A.L.T.E.R.: Good question, Finneus. My memory is full. DJTweeny: Hi Film, mfl Nabby: Film and Tomic SomeAtomicGuy: howdy ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Boo Radley inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Principalpoop: doobie doo op EWeston: Get that tomic on contract! ||||||||| Porcelain sneaks in around 9:22 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Vince Hancock into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs. Principalpoop: 10-4 eleanor George Tirebiter: Grab your entrenching tools!! cease: now i cant see what im typing Nabby: Porcelain makes a timely entrance Boo Radley: Bombs away, dad DJTweeny: Merlyn, is there a page for all the FST videos? Principalpoop: you need to buy a bigger monitor cease Nabby: Groat cakes, yay! shoes for the dead: came in just in time ||||||||| Outside, the 9:23 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving shirley coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Still coherent Cease ''Bob'': It's the bridge to the 21st century! Mr. Bark Bark: Just sitting here grinning... Vince Hancock: Hi from northern Michigan. ||||||||| residualecho steals in around 9:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Principalpoop: go wolverines Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Weirdly Cool - Firesign Theatre Video Special on PBS >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithwecodvdv.html EWeston: Hi Vince Finnius: good hello vince Boo Radley: Hah! DJTweeny: Hi shirley, echo Nabby: Hi shirley and Vince in Mich Mr. Bark Bark: "No Irishman can stop you from being dog killer this time!" Nabby: residual Beet: OK, I'm back now. I didn't want to type with my mouth full. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rogrr inside, makes a note of the time (9:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: Hi Rogrr Nabby: you type with your mouth? EWeston: That's a fine howdoyoudo ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Porgy - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| sound man - dead from the yaws ||||||||| cbdc - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: grrRogrr Finnius: grr...if catherwood wasnt a 'bot...i would slip him a mickey ||||||||| Catherwood snubs Finnius Rogrr: Thanks Catherwood! ||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!" residualecho: Duck Soup, Tweeny! Beet: Classic Poop speech Rogrr: Hi DJT SomeAtomicGuy: just roll a couple of bummers & leave 'em on the side table Mr. Bark Bark: You talk, I'll eat. Finnius: lol Principalpoop: indeed Vince Hancock: What a great idea. How often do you all turn up? Mr. Bark Bark: Thursday nights at 9 Easter W.A.L.T.E.R.: Turn up what? EWeston: Once a sidereal week F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): my second time ||||||||| sithbunny enters at 9:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Finnius: first time here for me....but been into firesign theater since the 70's Principalpoop: just once, if the volume is ok I leave it alone Nabby: brick pressers unite Beet: What is reality shoes for the dead: a lot of rwgulars here, Vince Sector R: give them a light DJTweeny: Hi bunny Mr. Bark Bark: Yukipa Heap F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): great string of albums coming up! Nabby: great cymbal crash ''Bob'': EAT IT RAW! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" residualecho: FCC you too! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv EWeston: And they'll follow it anywhere Principalpoop: raw raw raw, that is the spirits we have here Nabby: busy night Tween Sector R: boooo! Beet: "Fuck you too" 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 Nabby: booo! Rogrr: more sugar! DJTweeny: Yeah Nabby, good crowd :) SomeAtomicGuy: he's a spy and a girl delighter Principalpoop: It really helps our side to re-enlist Finnius: so.....have any of you heard of the 'goon show'....old time radio from the 50's.....very very funny stuff ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dell cat inside, makes a note of the time (9:27 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: Hi deli cat ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" Nabby: Cliffhanger Finnius: good hello del cat Vince Hancock: Yes, Finnius - a big fan of the Goons, too. George Tirebiter: *cuts the soles off my shoes and climbs into a tree to play the flute* revjim: end of vinyl side one..... EWeston: Yes Finnius. I've a few records of their stuff Beet: CMH - Communist Martyrs High Nabby: hi dC Sector R: shoes for industry! SomeAtomicGuy: fst loved the goon show Principalpoop: yes, firesign talks about being influenced by spike and the goons Nabby: shoes for the dead! dell cat: it's still cease but i cant use the screen very well on the mac so i'm on the old dell to type SomeAtomicGuy: jinxiness :) residualecho: I dialed in to a radio contest held by the Live Earl Jive, guessed the next cut he'd play out of a list, and won the record of my choice. I asked for it, and got my copy of DCTDHMTP, a promo copy. Principalpoop: wb cease, does that work better? Finnius: im on desktop myselft....not sure how well this would stream on android phone dell cat: im listening on the mac and chatting on this one Finnius: thats a silent t...btw Beet: . . . has his hands up something they don't belong. W.A.L.T.E.R.: The goons! Bob & Ray, Stan Freberg.... F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): I am listening on a souped up ColecoVision. So far so good. Principalpoop: is that legal? ahh you are in canada, nevermind shoes for the dead: Not Responsible!! dell cat: are you following earl jive these days, residual? dell cat: he has his radiojive happening for the past several years Sector R: golly! Beet: nevermind Canada? shoes for the dead: trusspressers Merlyn: This chat software was written before android existed, so I don't know how well it would work SomeAtomicGuy: if i don't say much it's cuz it takes forever to type on an ipad Nabby: I took off my shoes! Vince Hancock: They're more sound collage than sketch comedy exactly, but have you heard of "Head & Leg?" Finnius: trussed and pressed Porcelain: Ah, the Department of Redundancy Department.. ||||||||| Aingon Atelia enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. residualecho: I keep up with him on facebook. I had no idea he'd been engineering FST when I asked for the album. Mr. Bark Bark: --resident of the World Bank, and you still find the time to make the nicest peccary pie in all of Lompoc... DJTweeny: Hi Aingon Principalpoop: absquatulated, real word or gibberish, vote now SomeAtomicGuy: and the natural guard Porcelain: Is that a chincillla? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's v post, just back from Greenville." dell cat: on one of the hour hour shows, they talk about why wc fields mentioned lompoc. dell cat: it was the centre of temperance movement, a particular enemy of fields Nabby: she sure is Principalpoop: before they changed the water Mr. Bark Bark: Fields loved funny words-- he mentions Catalpa trees multiple times in the car chase in "The Bank Dick" Vince Hancock: They have the same kind of sensibility of everyone mentioned in the last few minutes. Link: http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2006/11/head_and_leg_mp.html shirley: first time here.... Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't know about the temperance angle! DJTweeny: Welcome to all our newcomers :) DJTweeny: We're here every Thursday Principalpoop: certainly shirley F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey shirley! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** ALL FIRESIGN RELEASES, BY CATAGORY - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?category=all ||||||||| Kelpie bounds in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Beet: So we can call you Shirley? Finnius: stop calling me shirley Rogrr: I've been shooting red and yellows all day... DJTweeny: Hi Kelpie ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" shirley: Ha ha...yeah ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: Shirley she jests? shoes for the dead: pull up a sanitary pedastal, shirley Nabby: Kelpie ||||||||| 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!" Sector R: park and lock it! ||||||||| At 9:33 PM, InTheWood vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: Not responsible Beet: didf he vanish into the woods? Vince Hancock: Just don't call her Late For Dinner. shirley: Help! Should I hear something? Nabby: It's the planting moon! Principalpoop: the links at the top? Nabby: check revjim: This scene reminds me of "Bacon Rind On The Whistlefront" from the Just Folks album.... shoes for the dead: pull SomeAtomicGuy: we own the idea of the idea of morse science high Mr. Bark Bark: Shirley, you may hear the record album if you click on one of the links above DJTweeny: Yes Shirley, we have two streams up shirley: on an ipad. link sends me to stream... Finnius: there is a red link up top shirley..for one of the albums they are streaming live..just open a 2nd window and play it Beet: k k k k Nabby: this is a great scene it's nuts Sector R: love the spanish kicking in Principalpoop: ok M, make a chat for ipads too SomeAtomicGuy: inside i'm tanned, i'm handsome residualecho: I never quite caught the import of the stammering. Nabby: who's Peggy? dell cat: if they werent in the firesign theatre, they'd be in an insane asylm dell cat: an old ad of theirs shoes for the dead: who's Peggy? Mr. Bark Bark: Comedienne Mrs. Arlene Yakamoto... Nabby: Not insane! shirley: may need to wait for IOS 8 Nabby: the editing is choice Beet: "kill" is a prohibited word so he can't say it Finnius: So besides a common love of surreal and wise comedy...what do we all do? For my part, i am a Discordian...and a Culture Jammer...if you have to google it then you wont understand ||||||||| 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!" dell cat: aha. full screen ||||||||| "Hey shirley!" ... shirley turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies shirley in through the front door at 9:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Principalpoop: oh cease, you cad Mr. Bark Bark: Lompox! shoes for the dead: Hey NSA Guy! Sector R: anger dreams! Vince Hancock: I'm a journalist. tigerdog: i wondered about the stuttering "ki... ki..k..k.k..." Beet: beat me to it ||||||||| 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: I am unemployed too, good luck EWeston: Catherwood give everyone a gorilla ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a gorilla. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Uh...Clem close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule. Mr. Bark Bark: Theater critic for TalkinBroadway.com in St. Louis W.A.L.T.E.R.: Those are catalpa trees... residualecho: "kill" is a prohibited word--that seemed to be the only conclusion possible Finnius: in real life i do retail management..but often cooperate or contribute to projects in audio and other formats dell cat: tiger, they did an extensive riff on that from their tour in i think 99, maybe later. DJTweeny: Hi Uh...Clem Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv Nabby: hey uh clem Principalpoop: hi boys Vince Hancock: Regards to Kalle Lasn, Finnius. dell cat: i think on weirdly cool too. kkkk-kiss em? kurosawa em? shirley: will try to check in next week from another device. iPad sucks... dell cat: what about kalle? Principalpoop: good luck shirley DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page. ||||||||| At 9:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, shirley!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... dell cat: i have known him for 40 years ||||||||| 9:38 PM: uh clem 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!" Sector R: damned communists Beet: Nice to see you Shirl EWeston: Columnists? SomeAtomicGuy: but it's really GREAT shit, mrs. kreske Nabby: uh clem residualecho: K K K Katy? Principalpoop: we still have columns? Vince Hancock: I just said "Regards to Kalle," since Finnius is a culture jammer. ||||||||| 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!" Finnius: adbusters is cool....nice you referenced them residualecho: Mrs. Press Key dell cat: i was coeditor of abusters for the first few years of existence residualecho: Officer Krupke and Mrs. Kreskin shoes for the dead: here's a red hand ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| sithbunny - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Fred flocker - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Flip - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Robbieryanlmf - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Filmjunki - dead from the common cold ||||||||| mfl - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Boo Radley - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: We got continenets and pennisulas, and new and used transfigurations ||||||||| 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 Sectors R and N falls out at 9:40 PM. Nabby: never got the little guys/mural reference Finnius: i enjoy what i call "interacting with my species"...basically going out in public and confusing them...lol DJTweeny: Hi R&N Beet: Early bedtime I guess ''Bob'': they're referencing a theme in Soviet art DJTweeny: Good to see all you Californians here tonight :) Principalpoop: hehe he said penisula hehe ''Bob'': or WPA art, maybe shoes for the dead: mindless work, Nabby Mr. Bark Bark: Don't point your finger at me, daddy-o! Captain Equinox: Dad Sir to you, Son. Finnius: Confusion leads to questions...questions lead to answers...and answers are what we are all looking for Principalpoop: no no, stay up beet ||||||||| 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!" SomeAtomicGuy: under whose strict supervision these toxins are being administered EWeston: Your such a tool Pooper Nabby: this record makes me giggle a LOT dell cat:http://seemreal.com/aq/index.html Principalpoop: whaat? Nabby: yea shoes residualecho: Darling Nabby, the heroic struggle of the little guy to finish the mural, is so recursive EWeston: One penile reffenerrence deserves another dell cat: i'm having more than the usual difficulties using both of these computers tonight and it's not for the usual intoxicated reasons ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rubber Line inside, makes a note of the time (9:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Principalpoop: giving me a hard time huh? Nabby: I'm a tad Nabby: slow DJTweeny: Hi Rubber EWeston: I'm a fruedian slip Nabby: hi rubber Beet: Not my bedtime just the early dropouts dell cat: are the bozos still standing on you, rubber? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv Rubber Line: Greetings..... Sector R: ki ki ki ki ||||||||| 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." residualecho: Throbbing Rubber... 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 shoes for the dead: full length or midi? Sector R: prohibited language! EWeston: Upper thigh coveral only Vince Hancock: Dell Cat, thanks, I'll take a look. Here's something I made with some friends a number of years ago. Save it for the 4th of July: https://www.prx.org/pieces/40375-gettysburg Nabby: general midi or private? Nabby: What? shoes for the dead: what? EWeston: Surrogate digital/military interface only dell cat: we havent had a civil war in canada but i'll definitely check it out ||||||||| 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: a declared emergency EWeston: Then there's the middens Sector R: i'd drink anything... shoes for the dead: botles ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Principalpoop: my whole career went up in smoke SomeAtomicGuy: i'm nasi goreng ... dell cat: 4th of july is just a day 3 days after our national holiday shoes for the dead: what do I hear? Vince Hancock: It will tell you the story of the American Civil War, if interpreted by Disney. EWeston: That's meta physicly absurd man Sector R: damn SomeAtomicGuy: his beard our mighty mane ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'BobbyTirebiter', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Principalpoop: that is metaphysically impossible Beet: metaphysically absurd Sector R: black balled again DJTweeny: For our regulars >> If you notice that I miss something in the chat, please PM me residualecho: As our cornflakes rise 'gainst the rust red skies. DJTweeny: Hi Bobby Principalpoop: ahh absurd shoes for the dead: tryspressing!!!!! EWeston: Eh what does metaphysic knoes? Beet: Blackballs sounds painful SomeAtomicGuy: i heard that! W.A.L.T.E.R.: What friends? Principalpoop: what do you mean by that? SomeAtomicGuy: this is walter Sector R: real/reel/real/reel ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Bottles', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... W.A.L.T.E.R.: Who am reality? Nabby: Them dell cat: i hear it comes in bottles in this country SomeAtomicGuy: audrey farber? EWeston: A Holygram shoes for the dead: mobius reel BobbyTirebiter: Hello! Well now isn't THIS a hoot! Shoes for industry! Principalpoop: Where were you before? ||||||||| 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!" Beet: very cosmic Nabby: what's in the bag? EWeston: I sold shoes DJTweeny: good stuff indeed, Bobby :) W.A.L.T.E.R.: Scan 'em! SomeAtomicGuy: and tubs of slaw! ||||||||| 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 tmyby plummets into the garden at 9:49 PM. Principalpoop: this one won't take over the house like the high speed vibrating clock dell cat: to the dead, ew? Sector R: pastor flash... DJTweeny: Hi tmyby ||||||||| Catherwood enters with RalphSpoilsport close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: Hi Ralph Principalpoop: ahh, let it go Rogrr: Yes, dear friends! ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" shoes for the dead: ahhhhh.... Sector R: kind of weird here Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred EWeston: Usually they came full of slaw W.A.L.T.E.R.: The ice cream mam approacheth ||||||||| 9:50 PM: Koyemsi 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: They obviously gave a shit BobbyTirebiter: Hi I'm Joe Beats shoes for the dead: kind of weird there too DJTweeny: Hi Koy Principalpoop: and good shit it was RalphSpoilsport: with the latest in new used and used new cars ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bunnyboy inside, makes a note of the time (9:51 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: KIND of weird? What kine tmyby: loveevol Principalpoop: hip hop bunny Bunnyboy: What? Is it Free Cheese Day? dell cat: do you make a good borscht? dell cat: hi bun residualecho: I like how Joe Beats and The Lonesome Beat are all references to the Beat generation. Nabby: hey bunny Mr. Bark Bark: They came up into the hills! ||||||||| 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!" Sector R: fade to bozos... Beet: Gravity and its opposite comedy Koyemsi: I'm doing other things and can't listen to the stream... Where in the record are we? EWeston: Its lettus preyday dell cat: just ended, koy Nabby: yes indeedy BobbyTirebiter: I....I....I feel like I'm high on the REAL thing! Powerful gasoline, a clean windshield and a shoeshine! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Nabby: applause Bunnyboy: Didn't read the story so far. News? Principalpoop: 1970 lordy lordy SomeAtomicGuy: what chance does a returnin' deceased war veteran have? Koyemsi: Hey mister, I've got a nickel! dell cat: in the VA, not much W.A.L.T.E.R.: This was W.A.L.T.E.R. EWeston: There's the devil. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv ||||||||| Outside, the 9:52 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Lil coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Bunnyboy: Hiya, Lil! DJTweeny: Hi Lil ||||||||| "9:53 PM? I'm late!" exclaims b1ueskyz, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes. Nabby: must depart early tonight -- y'all take good care & be groovy -- good to see you! Principalpoop: and here she is, Lil EWeston: Lil yow dell cat: bergman used to have an rfo website in mid-90s. had a lot of stuff like this residualecho: Watches and listens to everything and records it Bunnyboy: Make that devLil. Beet: howdy lil Lil: laye again F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): 'night all! Nabby: gnight Lil Principalpoop: far out nabby, I can dig it EWeston: An bye Nabby shoes for the dead: don't croud the wheels Principalpoop: ciao burnoose Bunnyboy: Nite, Flim! ||||||||| Outside, the 9:54 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Ow, my nose coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. dell cat: bye burnoose. hellow Burma Bunnyboy: Who's gonna pick that up? EWeston: Get them holes looked into Bunnyboy: HiOW. Principalpoop: my friend, what happened to your nose? DJTweeny: Hi nose dell cat: how are things in seattle, bun? ||||||||| RalphSpoilsport leaves at 9:54 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..." Mr. Bark Bark: I've just returned from Rome! Principalpoop: a cave is just a hole on its side ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Sectors R and N - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| orsoni - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Finnius - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| rocky - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| v post - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: rome? what what? EWeston: A nest of blue birds apeared suddenly Koyemsi: What news of my father? Beet: W is too deeply soldout SomeAtomicGuy: overcome by ipad annoyance - goonight all. don't take any wooden groatcakes. and no buddhist writers either revjim: Enjoyed it but gotta run, thanx Fireheads ! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: He's still drunk ||||||||| At 9:55 PM, revjim vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Principalpoop: long legs run in my family, night revjim Mr. Bark Bark: Night Guy! DJTweeny: Night Bark Beet: See ya later Atomic Guy dell cat: speaking of birds, just read Bires of the Pantanal, cartoons by roz chast in new yorker. Mr. Bark Bark: I might just stick around a minute or two... always a chance of getting lucky... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “I HEAR NOISE IN CHARLES THROAT”- 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 **' Nabby: & Thanks Tween! Koyemsi: This is a great episode Principalpoop: another ipad user bites the dust, and another one gone dell cat: last night i saw michael palin take python to same place DJTweeny: yw Nabby :) dell cat: hollywood north? that would be Vancouver Principalpoop: sniffing up the wrong tree with me there bark bark, stop that Koyemsi: Hip like a zip, let's take a trip Ow, my nose: /me barks gently. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Principalpoop: can I have some more locks? EWeston: Scandahouvians unite! DJTweeny: Nose, using a colon at the beginning of the sentence has the same effect as the /me command in IRC
DJTweeny demonstrates Principalpoop: what are protesting about tween? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Principalpoop: you even Bunnyboy: Vhat? Vhere?!? Beet: he's a real gong guy Koyemsi: Boy, it must be funny living in America EWeston: And long gong too Porcelain: Gots to leave and go get me some hot butter, Ma Rainey's Moleskin Cookies, and some Goat Custards. Ta-ta Tits! Principalpoop: we have funny things happen dell cat: is koyemsi finnish? austin's wife Oona is of Finnish heritage Bunnyboy: Det er veldig bra, men hva er det? Principalpoop: jeg ikke ven ||||||||| Porcelain says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Porcelain exits at 10:01 PM. dell cat: by porcelaine EWeston: Teats to you mam Koyemsi: I'm not finnished, I just got here Beet: Glad to have you Porcelain DJTweeny: Hi Porcelain ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:01 PM, dragging BC by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" DJTweeny: oops, leaving :/ EWeston: Doe your vfe know ziz? ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Principalpoop: talks kinda fast, maybe a russian ||||||||| 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." DJTweeny: Hi BC dell cat: british columbia? Principalpoop: Bill Cosby Vince Hancock: I'll try to check in next week. Nice to meet you all. Say hi anytime: vhhancock@gmail.com EWeston: A dressing by any other name would be? dell cat: ok vince Principalpoop: ciao vince DJTweeny: See you next time, Vince EWeston: Seeyez Vince Beet: Come back next week Principalpoop: i am an old ranch hand myself Vince Hancock: (Be sure to listen to Head & Leg's "Teeth," when you get a chance: http://blog.wfmu.org/freeform/2006/11/head_and_leg_mp.html). Goodnight. ||||||||| doorstomatch enters at 10:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. shoes for the dead: is that what ya call it poop? dell cat: you know head and leg, vince? DJTweeny: Hi door dell cat: i loved their cd and corresponded with them at one point EWeston: Dressing like an old ranch hand, hmm kinky Principalpoop: where the deer and the antelope play Vince Hancock: But of course. Bye! DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern dell cat: i am old, i have hands and i've been to a ranch. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 EWeston: And the cows are absurd Beet: Dr. Walking Dead shoes for the dead: i'm an old cow hand... EWeston: And the chicks eat their turds Principalpoop: from the rio grand? dell cat: cows have hooves Beet: Never seen that before EW shoes for the dead: i know all the trails in the lone star state EWeston: Thier free range chickens Principalpoop: My uncle owns the place dell cat: i had the worst chicken dinner i can ever recall eating on monday shoes for the dead: cause i ride em all im my ford v8 dell cat: it was at my favourite restaurant too. Koyemsi: The Moon Astros haven't been doing too well the last couple of decades Principalpoop: you know tucumcari? dell cat: i'd never known what the common term "rubber chicken" referred to before EWeston: The cows digestive system leaves some bits undigested Principalpoop: strange, they have 3 or 4 stomachs, or so I hear, I don't know Beet: remember when you could dial somebody? dell cat: tahachapi to tonopah EWeston: Verrah important scientific tool yer rubber chicken dell cat: only from the Little Feat lyric Principalpoop: i cannot recall the last time I dialed DJTweeny: Phone land line phones still have a 'pulse mode' shoes for the dead: good weapon too DJTweeny: *My land line phones, rather ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uh...Clem - dead from measles ||||||||| Kelpie - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Aingon Atelia - dead from measles ||||||||| F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo) - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Waldo - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| guy goodman - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| W.A.L.T.E.R. - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| George Tirebiter - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles ||||||||| tmyby - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Saw the info on a news bit on natural farming Beet: I need a really beautiful experience. Anybody holding? Principalpoop: colorado, rocky mountain high, lorddy Bunnyboy: Only the phone, Beetster. shoes for the dead: you can farm Nature? ||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!" EWeston: Only away from the light Principalpoop: hey you smoking mother nature, this is a bust Beet: Dogonnit Sector R: mmmmmmm Ow, my nose: As we say in Hawaii, no can handle shoes for the dead: can ya get two cuttings? Koyemsi: Is that a receiver in your pocket? EWeston: Its much safer than farming the freeway, I've found Beet: Just glad to see you Sector R: golly ||||||||| 10:12 PM: ebwilderae jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Principalpoop: sugar pie honey bun DJTweeny: Hi ebw EWeston: Pull up a hot poker and make yourself compfy Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern Beet: Amazing run Principalpoop: is that standard or daylight savings time tween? EWeston: No that was the hot porker ebwilderae: New to this universe so pleasently retarted one might say. Not like everyone went to More Science High you know. Principalpoop: i am such an ass shoes for the dead: ie this on? dell cat: welcome eb DJTweeny: PrincP, it's Western Standard Time Principalpoop: tap tap, i know you are out there, i can see your lips move while you read Koyemsi: Daylight Slavery Time dell cat: you wouldnt want to poop out of any other oriface, pooper Beet: womanherd EWeston: Burro on you fuel Principalpoop: oh ok, I like country and western DJTweeny: Good one, Koy Principalpoop: quite right cease ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Captain Equinox: Later, All! EWeston: Bye Capin Principalpoop: night capitan dell cat: in finale of Louie, his daughter says he poops out of his back DJTweeny: Later, Captain E dell cat: by cap Koyemsi: G'night Adolf shoes for the dead: friedstein Principalpoop: my cable company took away louie and other channels last week, grrrr Bunnyboy: Oh, I'ma sneakin' out. Cheers! EWeston: G'nite Elenore Principalpoop: hip hop bunny] Beet: 'Bye Bunny ||||||||| Charlie sashays in at 10:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Hi Charlie dell cat: by bun DJTweeny: Until next time, Bunny ||||||||| Bunnyboy is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:17 PM. DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern shoes for the dead: insert it! ||||||||| "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: manson got internet access? scary Beet: These chats seem to get quicker and quicker Principalpoop: or faster and faster ||||||||| Catherwood says "10:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Captain Equinox by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door Beet: or shorter and shorter DJTweeny: Pretty good crowd tonight. We had almost 50 people in chat at the same time at one point EWeston: Put some more jelly on it! Mr. Bark Bark: You guys are just a pack of cards! Night, Rocky! Principalpoop: and who among us has the warm nose? shoes for the dead: mine is runny..... EWeston: I keep mine warm in my hand Ow, my nose: After that last sketch, I've got an erector set. Principalpoop: i have seen some I wish I had full of nickles Koyemsi: A glass of Walter? dell cat: thats a lot, tween EWeston: The transporter works! Sorta. ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Tim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Principalpoop: they all need shorter names, or the header uses up half the page Beet: Guy Lumbago Principalpoop: thanks tim DJTweeny: Hi Tim DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern dell cat: this should have gone into my firesign poetry show Principalpoop: Al Scitata EWeston: Ms, Mr., or angry god? Beet: give me a toke shoes for the dead: bennies! Principalpoop: one toke over the line, sweet jesus dell cat: Mr Benny Mr Benny EWeston: Mmmmph? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 shoes for the dead: lassitude Principalpoop: hilario gomez and the cheese ball war dell cat: Proctor played Jack Benny in their Mushroom play Tile it LIke it Is EWeston: That cheese was never meant too fly Principalpoop: qualitudes shoes for the dead: yet now it sails dell cat: I wanted him to play Jack again in one of my radio plays. Harry Shearer told me he could do a much better Benny, no surprise as he was on the original JB Tv (and maybe radio) show EWeston: Qualudes in the cheese? Beet: pig and eggs
DJTweeny wonders if the Mushroom Plays will be released as a compilation dell cat: I told Harry that I couldn't afford him. DJTweeny: Shearer rocks ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ebwilderae - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Bottles - dead from The Plague ||||||||| BobbyTirebiter - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Rubber Line - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Vince Hancock - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| SomeAtomicGuy - dead from measles ||||||||| BC - dead from The Plague ||||||||| doorstomatch - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... dell cat: Both Proc and Harry have wonderfully elastic voices DJTweeny: reaped!! EWeston: Walking wounded over in column A DJTweeny: no doubt dell cat Principalpoop: various and sundry diseases there ||||||||| 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!" Beet: nobody's winning Beat the Reaper dell cat: not true, beet. we all are. until we die ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" DJTweeny: good point EWeston: Just remember his horses name is Binky Beet: wow. I'll have to think about that dell cat: the reaper has a horse? DJTweeny: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html Koyemsi: NON TIMETIS MESSOR EWeston: Refference is Terry Prachetts Diskworld books Principalpoop: I couldn't stop for death and so he kindly stopped for me, emily or amelia, something like that dell cat: i must read Terry one day dell cat: right, poop. Beet: An unbelievable aspect of the guy's talent very rare dead air dell cat: a character in Babylon 5 says all emily's poems could be sung to the tune of Yellow Rose of Texas EWeston: Bout 25 books out on these days Principalpoop: I know that name, can't recall a story dell cat: are those the books with an orangutan main character? 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 Principalpoop: did he write in through the out door? a 70s hip high school book? EWeston: Guards Guards, Snuff, The light Fantastic, there's lots of them. EWeston: Oh yeah the librarian of the UNseen University is an Oragutan DJTweeny: ooooooook dell cat: when I worked for the Queen of the Orangutans 20 years ago, I know she was in touch with Terry Beet: Don't forget about Charles dell cat: yes, i think she mentioned a librarian Koyemsi: I just closed iTunes but Let's Eat is still playing EWeston: Used to be a human, decided he preferred being an ape. I see the banana, I eat the banana Koyemsi: Close the program and the sound! Stays! On! DJTweeny: That's unusual, Koy dell cat: very firesonian, koy DJTweeny: must the persistence of Firesign humor :) shoes for the dead: mobius worm, Koy EWeston: It'll follow you around the room Principalpoop: a miracle, everybody touch your screen, now Koyemsi: The persistence of Dr. Memory dell cat: speakng of humour, i just got a book from the library called The Humor Code, about why things are funny. Beet: General Goodwill DJTweeny: Rev. P will now say a prayer EWeston: Clean your paws first dell cat: i wonder how much time the firesign thought about that shoes for the dead: did you see that cheese ball? Beet: and your pews Principalpoop: wait, why are they funny? Principalpoop: are some things funny and some are not? Koyemsi: I gotta call it a night. Goodnight beet, goodnight frog EWeston: Pew pewpewew!! Die giant ants die! DJTweeny: lol shoes for the dead: i think everything is funny Principalpoop: i think everything can be funny, in fact everything is DJTweeny: night Koy Beet: See you Koy Come back next week Principalpoop: ok you are a cab, oops, night dell cat: by koy Koyemsi: Chow mein ||||||||| Koyemsi runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Koyemsi?! It's 10:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Principalpoop: I got the book How to Love at the library, turned out to be H to L of a multi-volume dictionary dell cat: lol poop DJTweeny: a weighty tome EWeston: Unrequited again huh? Principalpoop: that one has whiskers on it, i could not resist, I should have dell cat: and OZ came from Baum's filing cabinet, from O to Z Principalpoop: is that right? cool shoes for the dead: unrequited sex was another volume Principalpoop: so love can be requited? doesn't sound right EWeston: Sumthing it pays to get right. Pratice practice ||||||||| 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' Beet: the only kind of sex I have ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| elpoptart - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| tigerdog - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Tim - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: lol Principalpoop: I don't think I even own one tome DJTweeny: down to the FST die-hards Beet: Merl is gone dell cat: long gone, long gone DJTweeny: Wonder what happened to Dexter and Elayne this evening? Principalpoop: fiddlers too, I thought he was immune dell cat: like a turkey through the koan EWeston: Consider sex from a lobsters point of veiw. While I steal your significant other Beet: lobster sex! Principalpoop: as the worm said, don't be silly I am your other end DJTweeny: do they use butter? Principalpoop: yum Beet: just for lube EWeston: It works. They walk backward into sex Principalpoop: I have done that. back when I drank too much DJTweeny: lol Beet: don't like to look at each other EWeston: The make up keeps washing off Principalpoop: a two bagger, incase the 1st paper bag falls off, lordy dell cat: i have always drank exactly the right amount ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Beet: I miss recorded announcemwnts shoes for the dead: Dear Friends! EWeston: Keep some tiewraps aroung in case they get frisky with the claws Principalpoop: well folks, thanks tween and all : 'nite tween! shoes for the dead: thanks Tween! dell cat: when i met the fireguys, i was surprised that they drank as much as me. that's hard to do. Principalpoop: good tip EW shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!! dell cat: thanks again, tween Beet: This was fun. Thanks Tween Great job. See everyone next week. Principalpoop: good luck with pcs cease DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... EWeston: By love yah all to proteins Principalpoop: yes beet, cool DJTweeny: much fun indeed :) Principalpoop: ciaoooo ||||||||| Principalpoop runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:45 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... dell cat: you've returned to say goodby, merl? DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTweeny leaves to catch the 10:48 PM train to Texas. ||||||||| At 10:48 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Merlyn: bye awl ||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:48 PM. Lil: No sermon any more? dell cat: guess not, lil Lil: Meh. dell cat: we have to sermonize ourselves ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:50 PM, dragging shoesForTheDead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" Lil: nightoll then crew. shoesForTheDead: I can... dell cat: we come, we go ||||||||| At 10:50 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, dell cat!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Lil: indeed. ||||||||| "10:52 PM? 10:52 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Luger P. Axehandle should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Luger P. Axehandle enters and sits on the couch. Luger P. Axehandle: This is a bag of shit! ||||||||| "I'm going to The Auditorium" says Luger P. Axehandle, and leaves. ||||||||| Luger P. Axehandle climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 10:54 PM ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dufus in through the front door at 10:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. dufus: where is the chromium switch? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." ||||||||| It's 10:55 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 ||||||||| Beet - dead from measles ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from measles ||||||||| EWeston - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... dufus: where is that chromium switch? Luger P. Axehandle: never give a robot gum dufus: but it's good shit mrs. presky! Luger P. Axehandle: ah ha! ||||||||| Around 10:56 PM, Luger P. Axehandle walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uh clem - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| cease - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Sector R - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Moregard - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Lil - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Ow, my nose - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Charlie - dead from measles ||||||||| shoesForTheDead - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| dufus - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| 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: "11:16 PM and late as usual, it's Uncle Glen, just back from Billville." ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Uncle Glen - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rocky close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Laughingcowcheese in through the front door at 11:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| 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 stomps in at 12:02 AM, dragging marcellus by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Laughingcowcheese - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Rocky - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| residualecho - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| marcellus - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Keith', just granted probation at 12:31 AM", then leaves hurriedly. Keith: Ah, but"what happened to J?"oe's nose ||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Keith - 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:03 AM and Ladyestes89 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Ladyestes89: Anyone care to join me? Ladyestes89: I do have a grape from ancient Greece, after all ||||||||| Ladyestes89 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Ladyestes89 exits at 1:07 AM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 2:06 AM: phineas jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| phineas - dead from the common cold ||||||||| 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 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 3:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Snappyhead - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 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:
b1ueskyz
Beet
''Bob''
BobbyTirebiter
Boo Radley
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
cbdc
cease
dell cat
DJTweeny
dufus
ebwilderae
elpoptart
EWeston
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo)
Finnius
Flip
Fred flocker
George Tirebiter
InTheWood
Keith
Koyemsi
Ladyestes89
Lil
Luger P. Axehandle
Merlyn
Moregard
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
orsoni
Ow, my nose
Porcelain
Principalpoop
RalphSpoilsport
residualecho
revjim
Robbieryanlmf
rocky
Rogrr
Rubber Line
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sector R
shirley
shoes for the dead
shoesForTheDead
SomeAtomicGuy
squeeze_the_wheeze
tigerdog
tmyby
Vince Hancock
Waldo
W.A.L.T.E.R.
Woody 1
