Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
07/03/2014

Archive

||||||||| 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 July 03, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 D dub gets out at 7:37 PM.
||||||||| DJTweeny tiptoes in around 7:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 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 with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:48 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| It's 7:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| D dub - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Hi Ralph
Ralph: hello howdy how dya do
Ralph: i guess i am early back in a few
DJTweeny: The music will start a little before 8:40pmET
||||||||| 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 tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at tweeny16k.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - listen to the stream at 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at tweeny16k.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'old third red eye', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Hi red eye
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:48 PM and EWeston sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:48 PM and mac cat steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hey cat
||||||||| lily sashays in at 8:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
old third red eye: Hehehe howdy padners!
DJTweeny: Hi lily
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Pico & Alverado into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:49 PM, then departs.
lily: DJTweeny EWeston mac cat old third red eye Ralph ello all
DJTweeny: Hi P&A
EWeston: Greetings and hullabalutions Tweeny and all
mac cat: audio trouble again. is ther music streaming now?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 8:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Pico & Alverado: Hello Tween
DJTweeny: Merlyn made it do that if someone mentions my name, it comes up in blue type
DJTweeny: Hi Squeeze
Pico & Alverado: audio link broke here
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ah, Clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
lily: DJTweeny EWeston mac cat old third red eye Ralph hello all
DJTweeny: makes it easier for me to see when someone is trying to get my attention
DJTweeny: Hi clem
lily: Hi all
||||||||| Outside, the 8:51 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving dell cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Hey Lily, and I'm getting a file not found when I try to connect today??
ah, Clem: Hey
lily: Connect to what ew
old third red eye: hey ah clem!
dell cat: ok both mac and dell say file not found when i click the 128 st5ream url
Pico & Alverado: audio link broke ....
ah, Clem: Me too, EW
lily: ahhh
DJTweeny: the URL is bad
dell cat: indeed
Pico & Alverado: zip beep...
DJTweeny: may have to do with Merlyn's new gimick
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead plummets into the garden at 8:53 PM.
lily: I did not do that
EWeston: The audio feed. Both links are a no go right now.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
old third red eye: Yeah I had trouble too. Had to go to dishdoughnuts & scroll down to tweeny/firesign
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - listen to the stream at 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at tweeny16k.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
dell cat: merl is responsible for everything. that's Usually good
Mudhead: ouch
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'nancy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:53 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: yes, it's not printing out correctly
DJTweeny: Hi Mudhead
DJTweeny: 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
old third red eye: Hey nancy aka nancy
DJTweeny: yeah the tweeny thing is screwiing it up
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTweeny: let me have Rufus do it
||||||||| 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."
mac cat: nothing tween
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rufus_T_Firetween: 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Pico & Alverado: we've been cast out!
Rufus_T_Firetween: damn
old third red eye: Alas poor ralph...
Mudhead: ouch
lily: come get your feet wet in arthur
dell cat: and what a cast!
Rufus_T_Firetween: REMOVE EVERYTHING BEFORE THE HTTP: AND USE THAT
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 8:56 PM.
old third red eye: Ya still put me thru too many changes
EWeston: Never seen a femur done up like that
Rufus_T_Firetween: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Rufus_T_Firetween: damn....
Rufus_T_Firetween: MERLYN!!
dell cat: you must be sally i chink, old
dell cat: uh, Ching!
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mudhead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mudhead enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Pico & Alverado: ARGH!
EWeston: Who had that little chromium switch?
Rufus_T_Firetween: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
old third red eye: Me no sally, no golden hind
Rufus_T_Firetween: USE EVERYTHING _AFTER_ THE RIGHT ARROW, AND IT WILL WORK
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 03, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Pico & Alverado: thanks Rufus, still broken ...
DJTweeny: everything after the right arrow doesn't work?
dell cat: post the correct link for us to click, tween
ah, Clem: Yhanks, Rufus, worked for me!
DJTweeny: yay!
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: I can't, cat
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTweeny: Merlyn's code is messing with it
old third red eye: I got in with < tweeny.m3u>>http://listen.ehhh.us:> then scrolled down to the firesign feed & clicked there
DJTweeny: you have to copy it and enter it yourself manually
||||||||| Ralph sashays in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Pico & Alverado: connecting! got Jerry !
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: howdy
Mudhead: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Ralph: who am us, anyhow?
Mudhead: Is Jerry on Firesign Kurt
Mudhead: ????
shoes for the dead: no audio?
DJTweeny: yes
old third red eye: I got my two tones thru the floorboards now
dell cat: i get a dishnuts page but how do i go to the show from there?
DJTweeny: you have to enter the link yourself, shoes
Ralph: where's that blasted switch
DJTweeny: everything after the right arrow
old third red eye: scroll down, dell,
Ralph: The file you requested could not be found
Mudhead: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Mudhead: damn
Mudhead: Merlyn it s broken
||||||||| Outside, the 9:05 PM bus from Newton pulls away, leaving uh, nick coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: I sent Merlyn an email
DJTweeny: Hi nick
EWeston: I'm finally connected
ah, Clem: No, no - you've got to plug in the female!
||||||||| 9:06 PM: Elayne 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!"
Elayne: Kraka-BOOM, and good evening, all!
DJTweeny: Hi Elayne
EWeston: Don't tell the supreme court that
mac cat: tweeny16k.mp3>http://listen.ehhh.us8000/tweeny16k.mp3
old third red eye: Phudds first law!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Cavin Catastrophe into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:06 PM, then departs.
||||||||| 9:07 PM: Stlouielou jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Elayne: Oh dear, Very psyched for the weekend, which Robin and I will be spending with DocTech and Lili.
dell cat: server not found. this is getting worse. Hi El
uh, nick: hi DJTeeny
Stlouielou: yup no audio here
Mudhead: Where ya gonna be E?
dell cat: great news, El. share an intoxicant or two with them for me
EWeston: Going through the audio server worker for me
Elayne: We'll be getting goodly stretched with the only president of the United States who was never President of the United States, in the good state of CT.
Pico & Alverado: pastey goose flesh
dell cat: great to hear
||||||||| New notice: 'PROBLEM WITH STREAM URL DISPLAY- copy everything after the right arrow (>) and paste that into your player - ** currently playing - “Firesign 4th Of Julie Special - VARIOUS BITS” - listen to the stream at 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at tweeny16k.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - FIRESIGN THEATRE PODCASTS - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html - RADIO FREE OZ PODCASTS - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/ - Both are also available free through the iTunes Store **'
Elayne: Some block party in Bridgeport, fireworks and food and (sounds like) fun.
Stlouielou: I got nothin'
Mudhead: Come visit the casino
dell cat: oh yes, i heard of that when i visited them in 2010. famous party
Elayne: Mudhead, I visited the casino with my ex, a lot of his Native American in-laws worked there.
Stlouielou: The file you requested could not be found
Elayne: I mean, in-laws on his sister's side...
Elayne: His brother-in-law was chief of his tribe for awhile, as I recall.
||||||||| 9:09 PM: InTheWood jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
InTheWood: Hello from Upper Manhattan.
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nancy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Pico & Alverado: sinkholes
Stlouielou: Oh well everyone have a good night
Elayne: Haven't visited the CT casinos since well before Steve and I split.
DJTweeny: Hi Wood
dell cat: you too, lou
||||||||| 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 dude disembarks at 9:10 PM.
DJTweeny: Hi dude
Elayne: Wow, scary thunder out there. It pisseth down. Second flood-alert day in a row.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and Putney steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi Putney
||||||||| 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!"
Mudhead: If your coming in via Amtrak I could meet you at the Amtrak station. We can visit the brunch at the casino.
dell cat: i;ve only been in casinos on my way to their restaurants
lily: what just happened
shoes for the dead: can't get the audio to work
Elayne: Mudhead, this weekend we'll be driving to Doc & Lili's place. But Robin's not big on casinos.
Mudhead: working here shoes
EWeston: I'm going to see some vintage racing tomorrow. A funky loud sene
dude: where is the tweeny 128k stream..???
Mudhead: Theres plenty else to do here other than casinos.
lily: I did not know grapes could run
Mudhead: The weathers gonna be an impact tmmw
DJTweeny: dude, follow the instructions at the top of the page
InTheWood: Elayne, it's pouring and thundering over in the city, too.
EWeston: Well there was the rubber chicken racing team
DJTweeny: You can't click on the URLs
DJTweeny: there's a problem with Merlyn's code, since he changed it so my name would be displayed in blue
Mudhead: The NYC thunderstorm should be over by now
dude: I'm clicking my finger to the bone and the "file can not be found"
DJTweeny: IT'S NOT CLICKABLE
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Lil', just granted probation at 9:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: read the instructions at the top of the page
InTheWood: Nope! It's lightning and bucketing in NYC now.
||||||||| Nabby steals in around 9:15 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: you have to copy and paste just part of the URL
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Nabby: Holy nabs!
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
old third red eye: Dude, copy & paste the addresss, don't click
EWeston: A Lil of a different Lil?
Nabby: Hi Tweeny
old third red eye: clicks don't work 2nite
Ralph: i can't copy it
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: yes, you have to copy and paste just _part_ of the URL
Mudhead: use your keyboard, type it in
DJTweeny: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
DJTweeny: copy everything _after_ the '>'
EWeston: There was a short link in the log ehh something which worked for me Ralph
InTheWood: Aha! Thanx. From the http forward.
Nabby: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Lil: won't let me copy either
Ralph: whew FINALLY
ah, Clem: tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
Nabby: I'm in! Thanks Tweeny
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTweeny: you have to separate the part after the '>'
EWeston: Huzzah! I'll carve a staue emmidiately
Ralph: i need a drink
Nabby: http : //listen. ehhh. us: 8000/tweeny. m3u
DJTweeny: lol
mac cat: nope
Nabby: --icrophone worki--?
EWeston: ease and Eye
Mudhead: remove the spaces before and after the :
||||||||| "9:19 PM? 9:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Beet should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Beet enters and sits at the bar.
Beet: Dear Friends!
DJTweeny: The dastardly Electrician has infected Merlyn's code!
InTheWood: Got Peter's "dulcet" tones coming through fine now.
EWeston: Beetster
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Nabby: Park and lock it! Remove all spaces!
lily: root beers all around
Beet: EW, Nab, Everyone, Howdy
Mudhead: Ive got birch beer tonight
EWeston: Rooting bears all around
Ralph: thanks lily
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTweeny: catherwood, root beers all around
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to DJTweeny and queries "Did you want me?"
Nabby: thank you lily
||||||||| 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 st slade plummets into the garden at 9:19 PM.
Nabby: Hey Beet
Ralph: you got a bear with you?
Beet: Of course Howdy to the DJTween
DJTweeny: catherwood, please give everyone a moss root beer
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a moss root beer.
lily: brew it in the canoe
DJTweeny: Hi slade
EWeston: I fanall got my socks off.
old third red eye: waiting on a paisley sunrise or anyone like it
dell cat: i got something on itunes but have no idea what it is. not firesing. dave white presents
Nabby: lol EW
DJTweeny: they were sticking to your feet?
DJTweeny: This is Peter Bergman's Radio Free Oz playing
DJTweeny: political commentary
EWeston: Feinish bears!!
Elayne: Alas crew, a short visit this time. Didn't pace myself correctly. :) New job at KPMG going very well so far, but still getting oriented, as are all my former-and-future coworkers. Next week, all!
DJTweeny: great to hear, Elayne
dell cat: great news, el
EWeston: Maybe finnish, maybe fiendish
DJTweeny: be safe...
Nabby: Take care Elayne
dell cat: have fun with doc and lili
Beet: Nice to see you, E
EWeston: Take care Elanye
dell cat: an interview with ossman?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
shoes for the dead: hi and by Elayne
InTheWood: Enjoy the thunder and lightning!
lily: it frightening
Nabby: She who quit
EWeston: Lighting is subject to Teslical's deviant to Fudds Law
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Putney - dead from measles
||||||||| Pico & Alverado - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Cavin Catastrophe - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: shocking!
Ralph: Thank God this material is dated
EWeston: It goes in, it must come out
lily: purddy lights in the sky o
InTheWood: I just saw Peter in a small part in the second episode of The Tick!
DJTweeny: Suggestion Folks: Bookmark the URL you us to listen to the show in your player, so you can just start it from your player next time :)
lily: loved the tick
EWeston: Donno Romney is making I'll run again noises
Nabby: I just found a tick!
||||||||| Catherwood leads ''Bob'' inside, makes a note of the time (9:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
InTheWood: He was playing an ex-superhero, recovering in a traction circle in a hospital.
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
Nabby: I'll look for it ITW
EWeston: Take off his attenna
dell cat: ok, when i try and paste that part of the url into itunes, i get some weird shit. can't do anything about it
lily: danger mouse is comming back
Ralph: I think I'm President Gerald Ford
''Bob'': dell cat -- get rid of everything up to the http: part
lily: good for u
''Bob'': A little error in the HTML for the page here
shoes for the dead: Hi Nsa Guy
EWeston: I'm waiting for Super Chicken, The Movie!
''Bob'': Of course, either way, you'll get weird shit.
Beet: beet me to it shoes
lily: we are wired for weird
shoes for the dead: we should all welcome him
EWeston: Isn't he some one's inlaw?
lily: Hi NSA Person
shoes for the dead: he is in your family?
InTheWood: Everybody's someone's inlaw.
Beet: Could the NSA person actually be a female?
shoes for the dead: how many are there?
EWeston: Per WC Fields they are nearly impossible to lose
lily: look admiral
Nabby: you don't want to count the elevator boy?
old third red eye: that'dmake a difference?
dell cat: Finally. pina coladas made from newts
Beet: Paul Harvey imitation
DJTweeny: about time
EWeston: I count on him to be there, when needed
dell cat: thanks nabby
old third red eye: Well,let's just call him.... the phenomenon
Nabby: newt, the other oil
shoes for the dead: here?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: I think my phenomen may be scambled
Nabby: and here we are
InTheWood: But you're here!
dell cat: finally
lily: newt toungue male enhancement
Nabby: yay cat
shoes for the dead: and here we are
EWeston: With your family?
dell cat: just got rid of mac cat
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: I just finished a plate of scrambled phenomena
old third red eye: welcome to the future, Dell!
shoes for the dead: commit ourselves
Nabby: thank you
EWeston: Sure its...dead?
dell cat: lol
Nabby: prod it
dell cat: to bring you Loud Static
lily: they don't make a straight jacket in my size
Nabby: do the discombobulation dance
dell cat: 60s really
EWeston: They're actually tailored for the Lizard Warriors
shoes for the dead: you only wear stoned jackets?
InTheWood: …education is a negative?...
lily: yeah
dell cat: smarter listener: somewher4e bergman and others mention their audience is smart young people
ah, Clem: I only wear jackets stoned
old third red eye: Goy any aluminium?
Nabby: invoke!
Nabby: only these aluminum pants
Beet: Shoshone invocation on the chat!
EWeston: And he said the word!
lily: don't walk to fast you'll catch on fire
shoes for the dead: haven't heard this in a long time
Nabby: nice Tweeny
st slade: Finally got a stream working
EWeston: Its good for the hot dogs.
Beet: And the Word was Food!
ah, Clem: THC
||||||||| New notice: 'PROBLEM WITH STREAM URL DISPLAY- copy everything after the right arrow (>) and paste that into your player - ** currently playing - “Firesign 4th Of Julie Special - BOOM DOT BUST” - listen to the stream at 128k at tweeny.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at tweeny16k.m3u>http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://www.amazon.com/Boom-Dot-Bust-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00001WRKQ **'
EWeston: And we ate him
Nabby: My first history lesson.....
Nabby: !
old third red eye: it's in the water that's why it's yellow
DJTweeny: Excellent history, Should be taught in schools ;)
st slade: Couldn't copy so I just typed out listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
shoes for the dead: west pushers!
dell cat: yes thats what i had to do too, st.
old third red eye: where's goshen?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mac cat - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Lil - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
dell cat: when i copied and pasted, i got somebody else's show
DJTweeny: Merlyn will have it fixed by next week. Thanks for your patience everybody
EWeston: Fred had it last.
Beet: Goshen, New York
Nabby: progress
shoes for the dead: my patient has globner's disease
Nabby: manifest dentistry
lily: weeee I said weeeee
EWeston: How incisive!
old third red eye: I'm not a doctor but I'm losing my paitents...
dell cat: wee wee?
lily: carpe dentum
shoes for the dead: oui oui
lily: no breaks for you
EWeston: Nobobby knows the patience I've lost
lily: you will be audrey food?
EWeston: I'm not telling were the body is.
dell cat: for a long time i thought it was Batallion, not Italian
Nabby: got any peyote?
dell cat: Bergman was in the army when this album came out
||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 9:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
ah, Clem: DANCE
EWeston: Ppp howza
dell cat: hi pooper
Nabby: feed peyote to audrey
shoes for the dead: Poop!
Principalpoop: hey there
Nabby: Hi ppoop
EWeston: Ohh Nabby
dell cat: then she'll turn into Audrey
dell cat: Biallowsky
Beet: Poop is here!
Principalpoop: the file I requested cannot be found, is that normal?
EWeston: Not Aubry then
lily: how cab you turn into what you alreadya re
dell cat: yes poop, we're low tech tonight
dell cat: just like your country
Principalpoop: the door was a jar
InTheWood: Lily, that's very deep...
DJTweeny: PrincP, follow the instructions at the top of the page
lily: even with the typos
dell cat: ok now its bdb
old third red eye: hey there's just one guy down there
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: $1000 Dallar Ben for 600 Monty
Principalpoop: I have to read instructions?
DJTweeny: Merlyn's got has caused a problem with clicking the URLs
st slade: Justice Ginsberg brought up peyote in her dissent. Native Americans need a lobby.
dell cat: you really have to have fewer intoxicants in your bloodstream to do all that
dell cat: Merl is a problem
DJTweeny: I asked him to make my name show up in blue, and something in the code is making the URLs parse incorrectly
lily: I have never been on the same page
DJTweeny: Merlyn does a lot for the FST, and I for one thank him :)
InTheWood: Fame whore.
''Bob'': You really are a problem, sir.
shoes for the dead: aha the truth comes out
DJTweeny: We didn't test the URL parsing
dell cat: did anyone read Proctor's posts on facebook today about "obama as worst president"?
DJTweeny: lol Bob
Nabby: Billville!
dell cat: i answered cheney was your worst president, ben franklin your best
DJTweeny: Yes, cat, and I may have to get back to him on that
dell cat: yes dj. none of us would be here now without him
DJTweeny: Perhaps present him with the _real_ jobs numbers ;)
lily: that was the week that wasn't
shoes for the dead: malasia
Nabby: pop
old third red eye: I'm w/ dell cat. unless he wishes I wouldn't be...
Nabby: yes it wasn't wasn't it
dell cat: does it ever say which state this is in?
EWeston: For all the improvement, sometimes where not needed, its still groom and doom on Faux
lily: state on confussion
shoes for the dead: state of inanity
EWeston: State on slight concussion
Principalpoop: back, i could not copy nothing, finally tapped last weeks link
InTheWood: Open, open, open!
Nabby: I have no idea where I am
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOOM DOT BUST” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
EWeston: Devious as always Pooper
DJTweeny: Proc's wife plays a waitress somewhere in here
Principalpoop: what is vious anyway? de or ob
dell cat: Melinda is in most of their projects
Nabby: it must be flench
shoes for the dead: kinda like flux, Poop
EWeston: She's very talented
dell cat: Acted in two of my plays and was the first person to tell me to actually write audio plays
st slade: a question of stickiness
Nabby: we're doomed
st slade: No wait that's viscous
Principalpoop: melinda, you tarzan
Nabby: I don't give a flench flux
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Floral Acres inside, makes a note of the time (9:54 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: Hi Flolral
||||||||| 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: I had as dream a couple of days ago that phil and melinda were in my front yard. i asked what they were doing there and melinda said she was acting in a play in newfoundland. that's 5000 miles away, but you can travel fast in dreams
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh, nick - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: flench flied flux
dell cat: Hi Floral. Welcome back
EWeston: Down there in the Toffee mines, we knose viscous
Nabby: hey floral
lily: and a wave sodder
Floral Acres: but wait !!! my servents are in those barrels
shoes for the dead: hey Flo
Principalpoop: sticky couscous
Beet: I tried finding Procter's comments. Where are they?
EWeston: A very liquid sex life?
dell cat: also Paul Krassner was there, looking like Stephen Wright with mutton chop sideburns. I asked him why the new look and he said he was in Melinda's play
Nabby: dream-acting
dell cat: comments on what, beet?
Beet: About Obama
EWeston: Planet Procter is his usual outlet
st slade: That dream sounds lucid
Principalpoop: buy a canadian lotto ticket cat, dreams are lucky
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 9:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
dell cat: Then Penn Jellette walked by and I asked him if he'd learned everything yet (the advice Proc gave him when they first me when Penn was a teenage fan). Penn said yes. I said it must be magic
Nabby: hey bunny
Bunnyboy: Yoiks! And Awaaaaaay....*THUD*
st slade: It was a post bout best and worst Presidents
dell cat: i dont buy lottery tickets, poop. but thanks for good thoughts
DJTweeny: Hey Bunny
EWeston: He's no fun, he fell right over
dell cat: hi bun
Principalpoop: I don't either, but I always wish you good luck. dpm
Nabby: I sing this song sometimes
Principalpoop: don't need to dream to get them
old third red eye: I'll take a blue moss when you got a sec'''
dell cat: great song.
Principalpoop: yoiks or yolks?
dell cat: one of the few firesign songs as good as the best python songs
dell cat: always look on the bright side of life, i'm a lumberjack....
Floral Acres: I LOVE FIRESIGN !!! Unfortunally - I am tired and need to fall over..you can betca.. I will be back here next Thursday.
Nabby: you never forget it
Bunnyboy: Hey! That was easy. Just put the tweeny.m3u back in.
dell cat: i ddint care for any of Idle's new tunes in Spamalot but his oldiers remain goodies
st slade: Whenever I think I'm having a lucid dream, I ask the nearest woman if I can feel her boobs. If she says yes, I'm probably dreaming.
shoes for the dead: fall into the moss, Flo!
Principalpoop: ok flora, don't keep the sandman waiting
old third red eye: I'll never forget you neithe!
Nabby: floral you be groovy
DJTweeny: Rest well, Floral
EWeston: Try Niel Innes, You done My Brain In sometime
Bunnyboy: and lose the *bolding*
lily: fb bright side so i could listen again
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
dell cat: Floral, keep on loving.
Beet: See ya Floral
lily: Raaat in a box
Mudhead: g,nite dear fiends, er friends
st slade: Love the Bonzos and the Bozos
old third red eye: EW, the Bonzos are FAB!
Nabby: haha tell it again
||||||||| 10:00 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Ralph: the First Reformed Church of Science (fiction)
Nabby: where did mud head?
EWeston: Neil did a US tour a couple years ago. I heard about it much to late
dell cat: i'm an urban space man, and here come's the twist. I don't exist.
st slade: Are we all Bonzos on this bus? We could worship George Studdy
Nabby: beat that deadline--to death!
dell cat: how are things in seattle, bun?
EWeston: With out taking his eyes off, he glanced up at Maureen
st slade: A friend saw Neil on that tour
old third red eye: Do the trouser press baby
||||||||| 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: I'm jealous. I'd really like to see him sometime
dell cat: Maureen's what? (Bergman ref)
EWeston: A Bonzo ref, from Rawlinson End
Principalpoop: Lessreen, vaseline, huh?
lily: its got lumps in it
EWeston: They've all got lumps in them
Principalpoop: oatmeal, a crosby gag
dell cat: Bergman (et al) got fired from a joke about Toyota. Maybe 68?
lily: lol
dell cat: This is good music!
dell cat: I wonder if Austin wrote this?
st slade: Viv Stanshall's Sir Henry pieces would pair well with Firesign
Principalpoop: a nervous wind may rise
Bunnyboy: cat: Seattle fine, thanks? Vancs?
shoes for the dead: break wind break
DJTweeny: some really fine music on this album
EWeston: Viv was a live wire
dell cat: tupperware cup hatchery. i just noticed that
Ralph: the Tupperware Cup Hatchery
Bunnyboy: Legal dope lands in Seattle retail stores Tuesday.
dell cat: i listened to this while driving through saskatchewan in sept, 1999.
dell cat: exquisite.
Principalpoop: the schnook breeding grounds
Ralph: we're glad you made it
DJTweeny: excellent, Bunny :)
Nabby: lol
lily: anybody need a ride
dell cat: our local activists proclaimed Canada Day (tuesday) as Cannabis Day and sold dope in little stores on the art gallery grounds. cops just looked on.
old third red eye: if you lived here you'd be home by now
Nabby: I'm in
lily: lol nabby
dell cat: i was far away but it looked like a good future
EWeston: I'm already there, Ben waitin 30 odd years fer this
Ralph: hail the size of marmosets
lily: made of cobwebs
Nabby: (we're doomed)
Principalpoop: virginia legalized moonshine instead, but you need a permit
EWeston: Shift your organs
lily: doomed as doomed could be yeah
dell cat: federal govt here very very anti-dope but local govt doesn't care
Nabby: I actually think it's gonna be great : )
Principalpoop: I say nay to all this nay-saying
DJTweeny: Great line, The Elmers have come completely unglued!"
lily: my organs are shifting on their own
EWeston: There's that Tardis sound effect
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Macnam close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Nabby: lol Tween I missed that one mannnn
dell cat: yes nabby, i think the youngens have a great future and us oldsters can breathe a bit easier
DJTweeny: btw, in the ham radio world, an 'elmer' is a ham radio teacher
shoes for the dead: blue drinks
DJTweeny: Hi Macnam
Principalpoop: you dropped your ara?
Macnam: hey guys , sorry I'm late...
Nabby: I'm with yaz cat
dell cat: you're not late. the universe is early
Nabby: hi Macnam
lily: tween really I was married to one
Beet: the horizon is moving up
Macnam: lol @cat
EWeston: Check your local space expansion rate
Macnam: Hey Nabs
Bunnyboy: Is this the Blucher Effect? Tween!
Principalpoop: neighhh
Bunnyboy: By gum, it is!
EWeston: The horses just screamed
DJTweeny: lily, Radio Free Dishnuts (www.dishnuts.net) has lots of ham operators
Macnam: I'm glad I made it, I'd like to welcome you all to the future!
Bunnyboy: Is Tween blue, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Bunnyboy and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Bunnyboy!"
lily: better glue
Bunnyboy: Just talkin' 'bout Tween!
Principalpoop: so tell us about pork futures
EWeston: Fabulou goo
DJTweeny: Bunnyboy, I asked Merlyn to do that so I could see more easily when somebody wanted my attention
lily: thanks tween
DJTweeny: We had nearly 50 people in here at one time a couple of weeks ago
Bunnyboy: ahhh...
EWeston: Tacky time
Principalpoop: isn't that special, oh I am such an ass to poor tweeny
Macnam: pork futures, is going to fry!
DJTweeny: lol
Bunnyboy: neewt.
Nabby: damn gluons
lily: craclins
Bunnyboy: Bizarro Tween should by red.
Bunnyboy: be red.
||||||||| 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!"
Bunnyboy: read that.
Principalpoop: newt used to say hurc hurc
shoes for the dead: sprawlview
Macnam: I get the biggest kick from you guys comments!
DJTweeny: I love the Glue It Yourself Show :)
EWeston: And the flavin
st slade: Chicharrones?
Macnam: I love it!
Nabby: shiny!
EWeston: Chicka ruchas
Beet: Holy Hillary
dell cat: Firesign is based on 4 guysd commenting on each other
shoes for the dead: chika suave
dell cat: there are more than 4 of us here
Principalpoop: did you count the elevator boy?
EWeston: But the idea of making the other guys laugh lives on
Macnam: not real with familiar BOOM DOT BUST release...
Nabby: nodoby says beezer amynore
old third red eye: did u remember 2 carry da bum?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOOM DOT BUST” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
dell cat: yes ew. as it should for us all
''Bob'': To be honest, not my favorite FT album. Bigger fan of Give Me Immortality Or Give Me Death from this era.
Principalpoop: beezer beezer beezer, feel better?
Macnam: Got it Rufus ..thanks
Nabby: throwing things at Bob
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Nabby: (not really)
EWeston: I'm gruntled
shoes for the dead: you're welcome
lily: dis it
Principalpoop: it is spelled geezer anyway
''Bob'': Please throw money.
Bunnyboy: Just caught the pyramid opening.
dell cat: hi shoes
Principalpoop: which one?
Nabby: i'm going to throw a fight
EWeston: I thought I was Fred tonight???
''Bob'': Quiet money.
dell cat: on your forehead, bun?
Principalpoop: which one?
Macnam: AFK
Nabby: which one what?
EWeston: He don't fight fair
dell cat: Mutt n" Cheops?
Principalpoop: the one with the opening opening
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Nabby: there's a large pyramid over there beckoning
shoes for the dead: the fair's not for fighting
old third red eye: lol, dell!
Ralph: what in the name of all that is holy possessed you to invent that machine?
Beet: the one with the ever-widening hole in it
Bunnyboy: The 16th note drum drone sells the Devilmaster spot.
EWeston: Even open carry fairs
Nabby: a profit of the lord
''Bob'': 1. Demons out. 2. ??? 3. Profit
lily: I wasn't thinking
||||||||| 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!"
dell cat: i have no idea what that means, but it sounds incisive, bun
Beet: WWSS
Principalpoop: prove it
shoes for the dead: open carry faeriws?
shoes for the dead: faeries
Nabby: don't get technical bunny
Principalpoop: oh you
lily: witha lisp
dell cat: there is a holiday in japan called Setsubun, where people throw beans at devils and shout Out Demons Out and then shout In good luck In to get stuff
EWeston: Usually very tasfully armed, and legged
dell cat: Maybe Shinto ritual?
DJTweeny: Hadn't thought of that Bunny, but it really does suit the skit
InTheWood: And time is not on my side… Gnight, all!
Ralph: expensive neo-Italian fruit music
Nabby: they hate that (beans)
Principalpoop: ciao in the wood
lily: dell cat feb 2
Macnam: Someone help me into this parachute, I've gotta go on stage.
EWeston: Nite shadowy figure in the woods
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:24 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
Principalpoop: talking about the midnight rambler
InTheWood: Just as it's getting good, too...
Principalpoop: the fong you never saw before
dell cat: yes lily. i lived in japan for far too long.
||||||||| InTheWood hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's InTheWood?! It's 10:24 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Nabby: take care ITW
Beet: Dex made it
dell cat: well well well, the dex appears.
old third red eye: S'long, In!
DJTweeny: Fashionably late, Dexter?
lily: KC4UOS out for the night thanks all
shoes for the dead: hey Dex
EWeston: Busy with the levolin Dex
Dexter Fong: Hello Dear Friends
Nabby: hi dex
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Floral Acres - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: sweet dreams lily
Macnam: No really I just got a call from the grim reaper... So it curtains for me. Gnight All
Beet: NITE LILY
EWeston: By Lily till next time
Nabby: gnight lily
shoes for the dead: by lili KE7BPU
DJTweeny: until next time, Macnam
Beet: See Ya Macnam
DJTweeny: bye lily
Principalpoop: macnam too, dropping like bad memory chips
dell cat: by lily
Dexter Fong: I've been in computer hell for weeks and still not completely out
Nabby: take care Mc
lily: Beet dell cat Dexter Fong DJTweeny EWeston Macnam Nabby old third red eye Principalpoop Ralph shoes for the dead bye
EWeston: Give his horse a sugar cube
Macnam: U guys R the best!
Principalpoop: you made it here, so much better now, breath hehe
DJTweeny: Dex needs a DevilMaster!
dell cat: el was here earlier. said she's going to connecticut this weekend
lily: cool shoes
Nabby: cruel shoes
shoes for the dead: 73
DJTweeny: really funny Martin bit
Principalpoop: did she plan to, or just get caught in the crowd?
Nabby: yeah Tween
EWeston: Foot fightin in ruby shoes
dell cat: our frinds doc tech and lily invited them. big 4th of july party in bridgeport
Nabby: sparkly shoes
Principalpoop: ahh nice
dell cat: i was invited 4 years ago.
EWeston: Youse guys enjoy yurselves
old third red eye: real it in!
Nabby: lol
dell cat: if we didnt enjoy ourselves, why would we be here?
Principalpoop: ok weston, don't take any wooden nickles
Nabby: or wooden indians
Beet: Next Time EW
EWeston: I'm waiting for a cobalt quarter
Principalpoop: if you were saying tata, if not, nevermind, take 'em
dell cat: isnt it good, indian wood
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
shoes for the dead: have a good fourth of Julie EW
Principalpoop: ahh he was going hehe
shoes for the dead: he said going hee hee
Principalpoop: everybody having a 5th on the 4th?
dell cat: this song kinda reminds me of always look on the bright side of life/death
Bunnyboy: la la la
Beet: Lot of things going on in that one
Nabby: Aces chat party Tween, as ever
''Bob'': ...if the saucers don't arrive this year!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!!
Principalpoop: over already? thank you tween
Nabby: great to see you all
Principalpoop: what color is kurt?
''Bob'': Thanks Tween!
Bunnyboy: Thanks, Tween! Thanks, Merlyn!
old third red eye: lick my zipper, i'm out of here!
Beet: This was fun as always. Thanks all and great job, tween. G'nite all.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Principalpoop: nice to be seen
dell cat: he's a rainbow
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
old third red eye: o my duck his pants have disappeared
Principalpoop: mr skittles haha
Nabby: Happy trails to you Tween, and everyone have a safe, sweet, fun & mellow holiday puh-leez!
dell cat: good taste as always, tween
Principalpoop: stay groovy
DJTweeny: Thanks all :)
Principalpoop: poor fong, devil out of fong PC, demon be gone...
DJTweeny wishes for some Exorcism in Fong's Daily Life
dell cat: the technical defects tonight are much like the firesign wove into their radio shows
Principalpoop: hopes linda blair visits fong hehe
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTweeny exits at 10:36 PM.
Principalpoop: i guess that is the bus, have a great week all
||||||||| At 10:36 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
dell cat: off we flit
||||||||| Principalpoop rushes off, saying "10:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| dell cat leaves to catch the 10:36 PM train to British Columbia.
st slade: Bye, heading downstream
||||||||| At 10:37 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, st slade!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bunnyboy wakes the sleeping drunks.
Bunnyboy: You heard the man! Clear off!
Bunnyboy: Oh! Me, too. Nitechez!
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 10:39 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| lily - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Macnam - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "10:45 PM? 10:45 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Sun Wolf should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Sun Wolf enters and sits at the bar.
Ralph: did I leave already?
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold
||||||||| old third red eye - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| dude - dead from measles
||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Ralph: solong, bucko
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Ralph - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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 escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 12:00 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why Hello, All of You! Just getting back from an exorcism at the Houses of Parliament. The Tories don't like exorcisms!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): If you were demon possessed as most --if not all-- Tories are, would you enjoy having a demon pulled out of you every fortnight?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Aside from that, London is awaiting the influx of tourists. And so am I! We always enjoy guests at our float at Bakersfield Street in the Marmalade District! We are not too far from the Wax Museum!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flathead and I invite all of you! In all the years of our hosting, we only had to throw one guest out -- Reverend E L Mouth. To his credit, he later apologized and is now a welcome guest once again. And can he make sandwiches!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well Dear Freuds, Adlerians, Jungians, Schenkerians and those not undergoing psychoanalysis at the moment have a wonderful Fourth of July.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) leaves at 12:17 AM, 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..."
||||||||| 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''
Bunnyboy
dell cat
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Floral Acres
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
InTheWood
Lil
lily
mac cat
Macnam
Mudhead
Nabby
old third red eye
Pico & Alverado
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
st slade
ah, Clem
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https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln
>http://listen.ehhh.us:>
http://www.amazon.com/Boom-Dot-Bust-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00001WRKQ
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/