||||||||| 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 10, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 7:55 PM: DJTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' ||||||||| Outside, the 7:56 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 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) **' ||||||||| Catherwood leads D James in through the front door at 8:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| ktuf tiptoes in around 8:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| lily enters at 8:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger. lily: hi D James DJTweeny ktuf DJTweeny: Hi ktuf, lily, D James ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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) **' lily:and tween hello DJTweeny: Merlyn fixed the problem with the links :) lily: on your mark get set wait DJTweeny: lol ||||||||| cat sneaks in around 8:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Dear Friends this evening, so all these songs are about friendship DJTweeny: Hey cat lily: raspberry cookies and cherry cola DJTweeny: Which powerful computer motor you will to be using this evening, cat? ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's AllNightImages, just back from Dallas." DJTweeny: should satisfy your sugar craving, lily cat: this one doesnt work DJTweeny: Hi AllNightImages cat: at least for sound i tried the dishnuts site as well as still no sound. ok, i'll go find the mac AllNightImages: howdy lily: sugar is our friend DJTweeny: our sweet friend cat: not so much, lily lily: well its in everything DJTweeny: More Sugar! cat: more sugar was a complaint, not an ad ||||||||| Catherwood leads dklein into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:53 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi deklein ||||||||| "8:53 PM? 8:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "''Bob'' should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ''Bob'' enters and sits on the couch. DJTweeny: Hi Bob ||||||||| Outside, the 8:54 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving cat 2 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ''Bob'':Hiya Tweeny! ''Bob'': I saw the post on Facebook in time, for a change. :) ||||||||| NancyKat steps in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. lily: funny bob DJTweeny: Hi NancyKat ''Bob'': It like FB purposely waits to show me until the next day or something... NancyKat: Hi, DJTweeny...and all...first time here... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Elmertown." lily: welcome Nancy Kat EWeston:Hey Tweeny and folks. Hope Dex ran the negative force to ground NancyKat: Fangs, lily...good to be here...good to be anywhere...i guess...I think this obsidian doorknocker is yours, Catherwood... ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside NancyKat and mumbles "Would you like something?" ||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Liver should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Liver enters and sits on the couch. cat: hi other cat ||||||||| "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!" lily: Hello live, cocktails for all catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood snubs lily NancyKat: MORE SUGAR! LOL...No, Catherwood...i'm fine...you see, i have...A PICKLE! ||||||||| Catherwood snubs NancyKat Liver: So how di I get the streaming? ||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. cat: it's amazing i still have a liver. shoes for the dead: howdy cat: maybe that's You, like Gogol's story The Nose Liver: That liver is ME! Give me back!! ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and Nabby bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. EWeston: T'Shoes NancyKat: Make mine a Shirley Temple...and a Vodka Gimlet for my dog, ruth... shoes for the dead: Nabby lily: who needs liver when you have steak ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 10, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Nabby: Howdy EWeston: But what's at steak here? shoes for the dead: eggs NancyKat: And the crowd goeth wild...yea....High Steaks...Pot fed bovine? cat: hii nab. mac works fine, tween EWeston: No witches at steak then. DJTweeny: Hi Nabby, shoes, Liver, EW Nabby: Cheerio Nabby:Hi Tween DJTweeny: kewl cat EWeston: Nabbster cat: good one, nancy ||||||||| "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!" NancyKat: EW-I should hope not! *Hides her broom*... Nabby: EW ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DEAR FRIENDS” - 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/firtheatdear.html **' lily: phillys best hot cheese ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's dude, just back from Elmertown." Liver: I found it! I have this on vinyl but haven't play it in ears! flashback > pfff< ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Billville." EWeston: My cat ate my broom Nabby: yea Beet: Classic material Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 NancyKat: cat..ahfang you, i'm on till 10, tip your waitstaff...try the tilapia... DJTweeny: Hi dude, Beet Liver: your cat is your broom Beet: Howdy evryone! ''Bob'': We still have a battered vinyl copy in the stacks at WCNI. :) cat: a friend sent me this when it came out. i was living in Yamagata, not far from the more recently earthquaked zone ||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Lil should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Lil enters and sits on the couch. lily: straw cat Nabby: hi Beet EWeston: I'll try the tip of an old hat DJTweeny: Hi Lil Beet: Hi Nab shoes for the dead: hey Lil lily: wish I had more cookies cat: lily, lil, now we need a Lil E. EWeston: Hey you try and set on my cat, without health coverage Nabby: oh lily and lil hi NancyKat: cookies... lily: Hi Nabby Lil: You can call me Nancy Lil: Hi gang ||||||||| 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: To all derivations of "Lil" hello cat: we already have a nancy. susan underhilll? EWeston: Any change of Blubber showing up? ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs. Nabby: Everyone knew... Liver: love is a nose & you better not pick it! Nabby: a salt filled pancake lily: If I changed my name I would not know me cat: hi merl lily: Hi Beet NancyKat: betty jo bialoski... Nabby: hey Merlyn DJTweeny: Hi Merlyn EWeston: Love is a pickett free zone cat: i change my name every week on chat. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: goodnight John Boy ||||||||| 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!" Lil: Not bad, but will keep Lil for now, else I'll confuse myself NancyKat: lily...true... Nabby: Jubilee! cat: i need 2 computers to listen and type so i need to names at least Merlyn: hey djtweeny ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:06 PM and late as usual, it's General Dysfunction, just back from Maple Heights." DJTweeny: Hi General Nabby: what? Liver: Salude, General! EWeston: General functions, are resumed Liver: Hour the troops? Beet: b> tween is blue General Dysfunction: Hi, just got back from the chemical xchange EWeston: Hot ||||||||| Happy tiptoes in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Nabby: true blue Nabby: hi Gen ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne in through the front door at 9:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: Hi Happy Beet: how did I do that? Liver: Nice beakers there, General DJTweeny: Hey Elayne Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 Elayne: Even in' all! cat: HI El General Dysfunction: honk honk EWeston: We've bagged an Elayne too! cat: hope all is well with you shoes for the dead: hey El Nabby: did they hang that ath--oh hi Elayne cat: I had one of the best days ever today. And now here you are ''Bob'': You're not a bag, Elayne. Liver: Oh carp! There's someone at the door! I must lily: Elayne hi Beet: Hi E EWeston: She shapes one well ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." cat: Maybe the best squid ever. Also took 150 pix, most great. lily: ccat do tell NancyKat: Time machine NancyKat: pickle Elayne: So now I'm the old bag... Well yeah, it's a faair cop... Beet: Mr. Foster Freeze cat: also some inspiring art at the art gallery shoes for the dead: how do ya shape a well? EWeston: What you do to bags is probably, illegal General Dysfunction: how do ya? Liver: A well? I can dig it!! ||||||||| "9:09 PM? 9:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DadSir2U should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DadSir2U enters and sits at the bar. cat: i'll post the pix i like best to my blog, www.seemrealland.blogspot.com Elayne: Cat, did DocTech get back to you red the Skyping? He completely forgot to tell me about it Nabby: she can dig it ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| ktuf - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... cat: also a review of the squid. EWeston: You shape a well with the common, or garden twerk cat: no el. i'm sure y'all had a great time in conn. DJTweeny: Hi DadSir Elayne: We had a great time visiting them shoes for the dead: not the hybrid? NancyKat: EW...ohe...you mean a hoe... Liver: lookit the grouse!! EWeston: Freezes my John every time cat: enjoy the brirdgeport festivities? Elayne: DocTech's friend Mark, who lives in the next town over, put on a great fireworks show ||||||||| Catherwood leads dabney into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mystic Ct. close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary. cat: yes i met him shoes for the dead: barebating cat: and his wife. their daughter was in university in LA when i was there 5 years ago. must have graduated by now Elayne: I'm not typing as fast on this iPad as I do from my desktop. bRB ||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Nabby: hi dad and dab EWeston: Like nude batting? ''Bob'': Put some lipstick on that pig. EWeston: And gloss man NancyKat: Rouge as well? cat: that's not a pig, that's a cosmetics executive shoes for the dead: no, just stand it lily: snout makeup Liver: It's stlii a pig, Sarah. EWeston: An if we wanna put eyeliner on a pig...I'll bring the camera EWeston: Snot here? DJTweeny: Hi dabney, Mystic lily: in a ear shoes for the dead: snot there either ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." NancyKat: Are we gonna go whole hog on this one with a dress and accessories? EWeston: Watta a rush! ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. Elayne: Back EWeston: Do not put a corsette on a pig Nabby: no pants on pigs lily: it takes a lotta nail polish to do those toes Elayne: "It doesn't do a thing for the corset, and it just annoys the pig" Nabby: welcome back E EWeston: Porky showd the way shoes for the dead: or a dress on a boar NancyKat: EW because of backfat/fatback/ Elayne: I couldn't read the conversation and comment at the same time using my little mini iPad, this desktop is much better for things like that Elayne: I type faster on it, too Elayne: Say, where's Dex? I haven't seen him around lately. EWeston: It really confuses their sex life...GOOT! Nabby: I ds tyoo lily: I will get it wrong every time Nabby: blb DJTweeny: Yeah, Dex didn't make it last week either cat: i hope dex is well. cat: how are doc and lily and their cats, el? ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" lily: I have a pussy not a pussy shoes for the dead: i see the precedent was in your town, Tween ||||||||| 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!" ''Bob'': When is a pussy not a pussy? Very zen. Elayne: Cat, all are well. Kahlo is 18 years old and he's still going strong. Elayne: We only saw him and Cocteau. And the white one, um, Pollack I think. cat: our cats are only 10 and will probably live on. our 12 year old Icy, on the other paw.... Elayne: Seurat I think I caught a glimpse of, and the other one whose artist-name I forget was nowhere in sight. Nabby: lick a boot EWeston: Good for Kahlo, I've had a few last as long Elayne: Our Amy is 17-1/2 Elayne: Datsa lasted until almost age 20. Elayne: I still miss him, he's been 2 years since he died. Nabby: I lost two last year....18 and 15 cat: Lily and Doc seemed in good spirits? cat: I remember meeting Datsa twice, El. Nabby: Still have Steve (5) and now Spooky (3) EWeston: Had a Lynx point and three of her kids last to around 20 Elayne: Oh, Lili's doing great, she's excited about going back to Oklahoma to visit family and have some sort of school reunion. lily: I have been in with my muse Elayne: And Doc just finished one assignment and is starting on another, he seems pretty happy with stuff at work. cat: good to hear cat: are you doing new painting, lily? Elayne: i'm delighted with stuff on my job. I think I'll fit into the KPMG culture pretty well. Lots and lots of systems to learn though. Steep learning curve! lily: yes did three last week Elayne: And Robin, as usual, could use more work. cat: but you're more than capable of learning them ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:21 PM and Principalpoop waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. shoes for the dead: PP DJTweeny: Hey P EWeston: Yow Pooper Beet: hi poop Principalpoop: 666 EWeston: No I just put one out Principalpoop: we are not on anybodys foodchain cat: i was really inspired by the pix i took today. the more windows the better in this town, though most of the new buildings have construction zone exclusion zones cat: hey poop shoes for the dead: 'cept the synthetic chinchillas EWeston: We are on somebodies fool chain. Chain chain chain! ||||||||| papoon enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. DadSir2U: chain of food ||||||||| 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." cat: go into here later: i recall this wasn't allowed to be played because of that line shoes for the dead: chain of fools Principalpoop: was that sly and the family stone? NancyKat: Synthetic chinchilla coats? EWeston: Yer candidatehood cat: the family that's stoned together, is indeed Principalpoop: the matterhorn learning curve, don't look down EWeston: Athretha I think shoes for the dead: Martha Reeves cat: anaheim matterhorn, poop? Principalpoop: myretha or youretha? cat: so much less scary than later Space Mt ride ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mystic Ct. - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| dabney - dead from measles ||||||||| Liver - dead from the common cold ||||||||| dude - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Merlyn - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Happy - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: I think it is in the alps, the originial but yes NancyKat: I prefer a Ship of Fools, thay're Gratefully Dead... EWeston: Whats the problem with Matterhorn Kansas Beet: it was arethra 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! Nabby: Oops there they go EWeston: An you keep yer urethera to yerself DJTweeny: me too, nancykat :) lily: record store lol shoes for the dead: il vino confuso Nabby: I love Urethra Franklin DJTweeny: lol EWeston: But does she love you NancyKat: Shoes, witch vintage, 1066? cat: it's usualy made me less confused. but maybe that';s just me Principalpoop: the first time, ever I saw your face... NancyKat: 1969... EWeston: Take my hand cat: first time you heard firesign, kat? shoes for the dead: Hasty conclusion lily: first kiss Beet: nobody says "hi fi" anymore Nabby: first hot kiss NancyKat: EW-would you offer yourself to the wolf with red roses...? cat: only old folks like us, beet Principalpoop: fi moved away ''Bob'': HD is the new hi fi lily: thank god hi stayed Nabby: hi five EWeston: What kinda colonge is he wearing? Principalpoop: perhaps wi fi cat: i think i was bitten by a chinchilla in jan, 1956 cat: cute animals but damn near killed me NancyKat: cat-well, i think i'd be dating myself, and we really should breakup, but I belive it was Bozos around age 10...? Nabby: dang cat Beet: I even remember "hi fi stereo" lily: musk EWeston: I was bitten by a bush in 2000 DJTweeny: that could be painful shoes for the dead: was it radiated, Cat? DJTweeny: especially if it was a blue mutant Principalpoop: take a sample and do a carbon test? ||||||||| "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!" NancyKat: EW i concur w/DJTweeny... cat: people usually like to date other people, kat DJTweeny: Weren't we all, EW cat: i dont know, maybe tetanis? my uncle was raisng them in lompoc and i got bitten Principalpoop: I was so younger then, I am still a child lily: I don't want to date me I don't like me that much EWeston: No it was a puche colored bush Nabby: no chinchillas were harmed DJTweeny: It had to be Lompoc DJTweeny: (W.C. Fields) cat: got fever of 104 and doc told me to prepare to die. i was 4. not really something i wanted to do. Nabby: because they're synthetic DJTweeny: 104 ain't good Principalpoop: did you dictate a will? give your blanky to the dog? NancyKat: cat...true, true,..but you can't break your heart... shoes for the dead: how does a 4 year oul prepare to die? cat: 58 1/2 years later, i live on. shoes for the dead: old lily: wow cat I had a unusual allergy at 5 messed me up NancyKat: cat...it was my Mom' NancyKat: s fault... Principalpoop: how can a loser ever win? EWeston: Back then life could be a series of near death experiences cat: growing marijuana: this is now reality in washington state Beet: They're growing marijuana in New York now ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Outlive everybody ||||||||| principalpoop waltzes in at 9:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Principalpoop: I am shocked beet Nabby: Lucky Strike Green hit the streets cat: we were in the process of moving to my mother's uncle's farm in southern cal but when we got there, he had just died Beet: Amazing isn't it Nabby: truly cat: everywhere as always, beet, but finally in my lifetime, legally Principalpoop: is the growning season long enough? lily: check out time varries shoes for the dead: don't go down to buy, Cat they won't let you in ever again NancyKat: Nabby, please tell me you're jokin...wow...my Grandma used to smoke LS unfiltereds... DadSir2U: medicinal pot in ny cannot be smoked. very strange law. cat: we are welll enough supplied here, shoes. Beet: when the stores opened in Washington they didn't have enough inventory EWeston: Gotta inject it? DadSir2U: osmosis, I think shoes for the dead: skinny N.Y. joints.... DJTweeny: a Marijuana Patch? cat: bergman didn't live long enough to see it but ossman and austin did, both wa. residents ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Beet: shift on your sanitary pedistals EWeston: Throught the glass, just like high school DJTweeny: Hi Ralph Nabby: referencing the recording - but not in packs, rolled as such, but baggies and jars and such ||||||||| Liver enters at 9:35 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Nabby: Hey Ralph EWeston: Let me go liver lily: catherwood please give liver a drink ||||||||| Catherwood hands liver a drink. Principalpoop: any ads on the radio about no stems or seeds that you don't need? DJTweeny: wb Liver Nabby: and a rising gorge Liver: Was I here? I'm looking for Hideo. He owes me money. Nabby: Hi Liver again Beet: Hello to NSA guy cat: drinks and livers. Liver: Hi & thanks NancyKat: Principalpoop-Acapulco gold is some badass weed...*tears*Thanks Mom* EWeston: He's move to Faringie shoes for the dead: smoke and lungs lily: NSA person? NSA perso? Nabby: I'm mooning the NSA right now Beet: so, Liver, you're him? Liver: I seem to have lost my ...whatchacallit. Some help? EWeston: They'll getcha for that Nabby Principalpoop: foucault NSA AllNightImages: thought we were taking turns. your turn tonight? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 shoes for the dead: i can rena ya one Liver Liver: I'm not sure who him is cat: i lpayed this track on Japanes national radio in 74-75 EWeston: Wosname phyisigonaly thing lily: you can fix that with a toothpick Beet: Let's all moon together Nabby: Well I may as well show them my good side Principalpoop: Onion was here earlier, looking for you Liver cat: you have a bad side, nab? EWeston: Gang moon alter! lily: I spend my nights jsut moooonnnin over you who Nabby: Or my backside DJTweeny: Lol P Liver: If an eel loves you that's a Moray! Nabby: I love liver and onions DJTweeny: lol Liver DJTweeny: good one Liver: I had a couple of belts with Orion. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| papoon - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: the south side of a north traveling nabby, yum Nabby: Happy birthday Tesla lily: whadda you chopped liver EWeston: Cheese and onion redivisionist! cat: firesing mention tesla occasionally General Dysfunction: sos i mean lol liver Nabby: !! ||||||||| "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!" Beet: Boom Boom Air Force Base Principalpoop: I always pictured Tesla looking like Otto Preminger ''Bob'': This track used to be the "theme song"for my radio show for a year or two... DJTweeny: Yes Nabby, Tesla's birthday :) NancyKat: My bffs dog is named after Tesla... Nabby: great Bob EWeston: Got somthing call Van der Graft Generator Principalpoop: Did they sing 9 miles high? lily: coil Nabby: loved Bowie as Tesla in The Prestige EWeston: Fozz rock I think cat: flick? NancyKat: Nabby-YES Rufus_T_Firetween: They're making a movie about Tesla, to be released next year - http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2772304/ ''Bob'': Our station isn't in the Syracuse, Rome, Aswego area, but we are near a military base. Two, if you count the Coast Gaurd Academy. Nabby: Yes cat: they were always high at any level Elayne: Oh, speaking of Tesla: Elayne:http://theoatmeal.com/blog/musk_tesla_museum Liver: I'm traveling through the GS Desert and the signal keeps faiding in & out. I think think I have Glovner's Disease! cat: send me url, nab Nabby: Is there a cure? Beet: Tesla seems like a fictional superhero. Very mysterious Principalpoop: Gibbs and Maxwell, not the one with a hammer EWeston: The one with the demon ||||||||| 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!" cat: i saw a really good play about him a long time ago. cat: he liked pidgeons Principalpoop: Farmers lung, turn on your heater Liver: Isle bee Bach ...in my next life... adios DJTweeny: later Liver Principalpoop: no more calls, we have a winner, good job weston shoes for the dead: by Liver Beet: we're losing our liver EWeston: Liver away! lily: bye liver live General Dysfunction: bye bye liver Nabby: Donate your liver to the liver collectors club Principalpoop: one letter away from being our lover Nabby: bye Liver General Dysfunction: i swoon Beet: pserosis got him after all lily: poops a softy Nabby: oh cheese dancing! DadSir2U: I ran into Highway Patrol just the other day on some unknown cablechannel Nabby: and cheese log rolling EWeston: In the traditional manner DadSir2U: I;d forgotten how very low budget cat: is that a good thing, dad? Nabby: three cheers for the Highway Patrol Principalpoop: car 54, where are you? ||||||||| 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!" DadSir2U: I dunno, cat. lily: in da bronx ||||||||| "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!" General Dysfunction: ten four ten four ten four ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies GriddlyBear into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:47 PM, then departs. EWeston: With reminds me hows your mon Frank! cat: in the past, poop. where it belongs DJTweeny: Hi Bear shoes for the dead: lip stiffener General Dysfunction: my mother the car Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 EWeston: Some had to mention that. Jerry was going to be Gilligan attually cat: my car has more consciousness than my mother. and she's alive, sort of lily: my favorite martini Beet: it's the poop Principalpoop: did they do a movie remake? with danny devito and keifer sutherland? DJTweeny: sorry to hear, cat :( 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 EWeston: And Elmer Fudd cat: its ok, tween. she was never a happy human. Principalpoop: wow, he would be a great gilligan Nabby: that's tough cat I empathize EWeston: That maybe a low bar Pooper cat: 96 is a lot of years to stretch the brain's plasticity. EWeston: Lotta change to live through cat: keifer's grandpa Tommy Douglas was the greatest politician Canada has ever had. lily: no kankles here General Dysfunction: my mom's 93, but luckily still smiling, falling alot though lily: 93 bless cat: Thanks to him 70 years ago we have free health care and you yanks don't., NancyKat: I'd love to stay longer, but must get the child to bed...thank you, dear feinds, t'was wunderbar... Principalpoop: spring for one of those buttons to put around her neck DJTweeny: Good to see you Nancy Elayne: Take care, Nancy! I too should go, more larnin' tomorrow! Next week, all! ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Comon back Nancy. DJTweeny: see you next week Principalpoop: ok nancy, stay groovy General Dysfunction: got one, but how can you fix gravity Beet: what's with breaking hips and old age? cat: thanks for dropping buy, nancy. come again any thurs lily: nigth nancy ||||||||| NancyKat is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:52 PM. shoes for the dead: by Nancy Principalpoop: evolution is slow, we have not been standing up long enough ||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! EWeston: Get out your mobious wrench an whale on that law Nabby: Bbye Nancy Nabby: how many knees can a negro grow if a...etc. Beet: There goes Elayne Principalpoop: E fell out, ciao E General Dysfunction: of course- the mobious wrench i always forget! Nabby: woikers Principalpoop: I always forget the amnesia ahh something lily: gurls cat: El comes and goes. General Dysfunction: a bustling economy Beet: there's someone who can help with that - Dr., uh EWeston: I like to break bricks at the factory, till they run me off. shoes for the dead: go see Dr. umm..... ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dklein - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| principalpoop - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Ralph - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Liver - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: lol lily: rock rock Principalpoop: wait, I am not dead Beet: Doctor, uhhh Nabby: haha these 4 or 5 guys are crazee shoes for the dead: you beat the reaper!! EWeston: You trust your judgement on this? Nabby: he just smells funny General Dysfunction: how could they say you were dead when you...i forget Principalpoop: what do I win? cat: we are happy about that, poop EWeston: Puts me full of mirth cat: have any of you read Germinal? I'm sure some of this come from that French novel Principalpoop: a miracle, I am reborn, everybody touch their screen, and send me money hehe Nabby: mirth and levity Beet: makes one want to take up the mining profession Nabby: moon worms!! EWeston: Got this old Roman bitcoin lily: money sent poop General Dysfunction: i touch and send, is it there yet? Nabby: i sent something else Principalpoop: it will be returned 10 fold, so sayeth the lord cat: We have a friend who is a mining executive, trying to open a mine in Chile now but the culture there refused to believe a woman could be a boss EWeston: Pungent! lily: did my boobs jsut grow Principalpoop: They never met my mom Beet: you mean they can? cat: did you just try some Booby Chew, Lily? I thought that was fictional lily: lol EWeston: You need an out side authority on this? General Dysfunction: mine are over there now...what the Nabby: lol lily: I just put my hand on the screen lol' Nabby:http://youtu.be/bHtljLTSBAw shoes for the dead: ya but tenfolded boobs? ||||||||| 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." EWeston: Estrogen TV Principalpoop: I always wanted boobs I could grab whenever I wanted. be careful what you wish for Nabby: boobs? count me in cat: your screen is laughing? Beet: All women all the time General Dysfunction: lol lily: got it nabby lol right ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: We are all women. Some of us just mutated cat: boobs can count? Nabby: golly gamma ray lily: i like one of mine better than the other shoes for the dead: i like this cartoon Principalpoop: but have you ever called somebody a boob? General Dysfunction: just ask one EWeston: Jealous boobs? Nabby: each one has a different personality lily: ass yes cat: that's so 18th century, poop Nabby: i do too shoes Principalpoop: it has been so long, I forget if I prefer the left or right, sigh cat: my wife has different names for her breasts. Beet: do they ever talk to each other? Nabby: see! lily: look under your belt cat: in the brain of evry male they do, beet General Dysfunction: or talk behind their backs, kinda shoes for the dead: urinate through the keyhole EWeston: Mybe under the influence of a Blue Moss Principalpoop: lie on your back and have armpit warmers lily: under your arm pitz General Dysfunction: what means blue moss cat: urinating through the window: i had trouble in Van and many other radio stations couldnt play this track because of that line Beet: breasts under my belt. novel idea Nabby: aliens like the blue moss ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" EWeston: Some one said if guys had boobs, they'd be squirting each other lily: beet boobs for thought Nabby: Walter? Nabby: Jerry? cat: have you been to the Prada in Madrid? ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:03 PM, dragging Happy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Nabby: that's really out EW Principalpoop: happy is here shoes for the dead: thanks for the mamaries General Dysfunction: t for texas Beet: I have been to the Prada. Neat place General Dysfunction: only one...oh shoot cat: Thre's a painting of, probably Maryt squirting milk out of one of her tits. My wife laughted hystericaly and the Spanish women in the room were very angry about her reaction EWeston: Yah drunk bored and watching a slow game. What cha gonna do? Nabby: Fred and Barney Principalpoop: I like to prada around the house in something light and bouncy Beet: I missed the squirting tit cat: my 2nd favourite painting is in the Prada. Velasquez's Las Maninas. shoes for the dead: poop feels pretty EWeston: And it missed you too Nabby: Walter and Jerry cat: My fave is in the Louvre, Joseph the Carpenter by De La Tour EWeston: An Eric Charles Principalpoop: gotta be quick, duck when she squints ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:05 PM, dragging doublebarker by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Beet: Anything by Van Gogh General Dysfunction: 27? i heard it was 28, guess it depends the state Nabby: Go man van gogh DJTweeny: Hi barker EWeston: Low woffer Beet: a riot of color Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DEAR FRIENDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=bdb-ln and http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648 EWeston: Come hither conestoga Nabby: hey doubleB General Dysfunction: oh mang 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 doublebarker: Dexter Doublebarker attempting enrollment in the funnynames club. Nabby: deja voodoo EWeston: And bless your funny name lily: who do Principalpoop: our dexter? cat: Wash and Colorado has made this predictive General Dysfunction: that you do so well Nabby: who? who? shoes for the dead: hear hear cat: can i purchase 27 grams please? ||||||||| 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: Do wah diddy DJTweeny: The Fong is in Baltimore? General Dysfunction: what? what? Beet: I alwais wanted to see the Adult Bookstore Motel DJTweeny: according to Nino, that's where Barker is General Dysfunction: Machine Gun Kelly was a simple man doublebarker: TY EWeson Principalpoop: Hotel ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Its in a plain brown bag Nabby: why? why? Nabby: Diddy wah do wah wah EWeston: Postal regs Beet: lol Nabby: honk lily: when?when? EWeston: Then then Principalpoop: what is all this brouhaha? shoes for the dead: hex on the mex General Dysfunction: ha ha Happy: Catherwood, unhand my foot if you don't want to be the next notch in my Glock... ||||||||| Catherwood hands to be the next notch in my glock. Nabby: ha? ha? EWeston: Its about so tall ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| GriddlyBear - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ''Bob'': ha ha ha cat: i was in the vancouver art gallery today so i' shoes for the dead: and about this wide Principalpoop: cough cough cat: i'm thinking about painting more than usual doublebarker: I've lost my little chromium switch here among the superstitious people General Dysfunction: and about whatwe're talking about Nabby: kaff EWeston: And its about this country Nabby: what are we talking about EWeston: Keef? General Dysfunction: about what Beet: kafka General Dysfunction: i was born an american cat: hi double. the switch can be easily found. just look for it on highway 61 Principalpoop: try wallpaper this time cat Nabby: I love Benjamin Franklin shoes for the dead: illuminati EWeston: Coucus's ||||||||| 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." cat: actor or hash? General Dysfunction: he's shocking doublebarker: I was borrrd ad Abericad.... EWeston: Man or myth? Nabby: Myth or mythuth? General Dysfunction: YOU decide cat: bored is easily cured, double. listen to firesign. Principalpoop: are we a cabal yet? DJTweeny: Nabby: I love Benjamin Franklin << that would be some serious necrophelia shoes for the dead: is it a hit? lily: mr or mrs shoes for the dead: or a miss? Beet: the only president of the united states who was never president of the united states cat:lol tween Nabby: don't judge man! EWeston: No that;s mythuth. I don't care what he says General Dysfunction: are we a cafette yet i don't know how the hell to spell it DJTweeny: lol Nabby Nabby: I'm sure it's covered in the Kinsey DJTweeny: "The Mason's face is a jar." lol cat: the kids in the hall had a recent tv series that focuesed more on necrophilia than you'd think they could get away with on govt tv EWeston: S good bit General Dysfunction: not moving ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" DJTweeny: yeah :) Nabby: I don't understand this "part" DadSir2U: 80 years later and we're still 'getting' stuff Nabby: blig he said blig General Dysfunction: good owl EWeston: From Negie Clockwork Films, I think shoes for the dead: mobius, Nabby cat:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXn3BHpXEa8 EWeston: Nregie uh EWeston: Nergantium Beet: that's it ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:15 PM and late as usual, it's bob, just back from New Jersey." shoes for the dead: oh yeah!! Principalpoop: paging dr memory EWeston: Nebbermind cat: nab, if you understand everything in firesign, you haven't. Nabby: thanks cat Lil: Does anyone here speak English? Nabby: Enjoyed it! General Dysfunction: ingrish? Beet: Great collection lily: mind your minds eye ||||||||| 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 doctecazoid disembarks at 10:15 PM. Principalpoop: non Nabby: More more more ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dr. Technical inside, makes a note of the time (10:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Its my native body language Principalpoop: hey doc cat: i taught english for a long time, 1971-2002. General Dysfunction: wonderful fun so far dj Nabby: third eye EWeston: Doc Tee Dr. Technical: hey guys doctecazoid: surprise surprise surprise cat: Hey the Doc. Now I can get sick! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Nabby: Hi doc Principalpoop: a bad student if you had to teach him that long ||||||||| 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: Hey Doc cat: are you playing Black Danger Bay, Tween? doctecazoid: hey cat ||||||||| 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!" cat: thousands of students, poop DJTweeny: Not tonight cat General Dysfunction: it comes from the cdc Beet: Hi Doc Dr. Technical: just stopped ih to get a chuckle! Nabby: echo doctecazoid: ping Principalpoop: oh that is a lot EWeston: Take a six pack for later shoes for the dead: echo? doctecazoid: nice to know i'm not the only doctor technical in this world (where i'm on my own) Nabby: Hug a national security agent today! Dr. Technical: does anyone have an extra chuckul? Dr. Technical: oops Principalpoop: I am seeing double... Nabby: oops General Dysfunction: opps Nabby: More more more Principalpoop: do they still make chicklets? shoes for the dead: in here? AllNightImages: radio hour hour? EWeston: Where men are real men. Women real women. And small furry beasts for Alpha Centuri General Dysfunction: before we eat Nabby: Let's eat Chicklets Dr. Technical: chuckle I for my regular words so i had to use some others lily: for you poop they still make chiclets doctecazoid: i had to come home early from pool league to complete some office (day job) work shoes for the dead: aren't those eggs? Principalpoop: i have not been to 7-11 in years, waiting for pot to be legal EWeston: I like to play with my chicklets General Dysfunction: hmmmmwhen WILL that be Beet: 2 phils DJTweeny: everything's changed since 7-11 Principalpoop: home work, brrrrr, goodness Dr. Technical: I'd like to order a hemp slurpee Nabby: they're in everybody's Chicklets doctecazoid: even the 7-11 has changed Nabby: Sleven lily: work is a four letter word cat: in denver, you can do that, doc Nabby: work! cat: so is lily. Nabby: bob Denver ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." shoes for the dead: Den General Dysfunction: more work! wait, no, that's not what i Beet: Maynard G Krebs formed my early approach to WORK! lily: oh we could go on like this forever Dr. Technical: We know for certain, for instance, that for some reason, for some time in the beginning, there were hot lumps. Nabby: remember the future? General Dysfunction: and i hope we do Nabby: Beet he knew a thing or two Beet: Way ahead of his time Nabby: but not too much else--which is cool EWeston: Which future? lily: beatnick Principalpoop: Dobbie was on too late for me, rats shoes for the dead: witch future Nabby: the last future I think doctecazoid: i take it elayne has come & gone General Dysfunction: dobie's girlfriend's name, ..? Principalpoop: yes doc EWeston: What'd Nick do to deserve that doctecazoid: dang DadSir2U: thalia meminger Nabby: it's... it's.... dang General ||||||||| Catherwood ushers phhunter inside, makes a note of the time (10:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. cat: el came and went, longer here than usual. did you plan to meet her here? EWeston: Not Thelma? DJTweeny: Hi hunter General Dysfunction: ah, yes thalia! she did that squeegie thing with her nose and eyes cat: she said she had a great time with you last weekend doctecazoid: lili lamont and i were host to elayne and robin last weekend, they joined us for bang-up festivities lily: funny ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Xtras “LET’S EAT PRE-SERIES SHOW”- 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 **' DadSir2U: oh that was zelda doctecazoid: a fine time was had by all DJTweeny: almost forgot the banner ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Happy - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| doublebarker - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Levi enters at 10:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex. General Dysfunction: oh right Dad, that was zelda cat: maybe some distant year will find me there as well. not likely this decade doctecazoid: hey out of curiosity, what does everyone think of the idea of a kickstarter campaign to raise money for a firesign documentary Principalpoop: don't banner, she is ok cat: nd I'm in a differnt health league from Dex in terms of healthy aging DJTweeny: Excellent idea, Doc Beet: I'll sign the petition Dr. Technical: everyone grab thier spoons... My brain has turned into soup, Albeit it's vegetable Nabby: back EWeston: Glutin free? lily: Beet cat DadSir2U DJTweeny doctecazoid EWeston General Dysfunction Levi Nabby phhunter Principalpoop shoes for the dead good nite all shoes for the dead: alphabet? Dr. Technical: it's been a long day! Principalpoop: ciao lily General Dysfunction: ah, tuesday weld as thalia phhunter: all beet? Beet: sweet dreams lily shoes for the dead: by Lily Nabby: gnight lily EWeston: Lily bahby DJTweeny: Nite lily, be well cat: i think it would have to advertised in some cool, eye-grabbing way. there are so many projects begging for money now General Dysfunction: night lily lily: see yas next week thanks for the laughs cat: by lily ||||||||| 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: you're on Dr. Technical: Doc Tech is a wreck.... slippin out early tonight. Gnight Bozos! Nabby: is this simulated do you suppose? doctecazoid: good night dr doppleganger Principalpoop: a tv series, if they can chase ghosts and big foot, they can chase firesign EWeston: They wouldn't dare, would they? General Dysfunction: lick a boot Principalpoop: good luck doc Nabby: take care Doc EWeston: Next time Dok General Dysfunction: night doc DadSir2U: has anyone seen this doc, which will be on tcm 7 hrs from now? http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063016/ Principalpoop: Bend over Dr. Technical: thanks gang! :-) DadSir2U: are any of the 4/5 in it? General Dysfunction: look away look away! EWeston: No Ben over there! Nabby: Tulsa is simulated shoes for the dead: in Dover Principalpoop: was tesla from tusla? cat: wow this is really hissy. General Dysfunction: there is that gravity again cat: serbia Nabby: Sssssssssnakesssss! ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'mahatma57', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... DJTweeny: Hi mahatama Principalpoop: orange or lemon serbia? General Dysfunction: i trust a man who laffs cat: ghandi? or ET? 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 Nabby: Hey mahat Nabby: gam dump ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" EWeston: And a snake on the side Principalpoop: sorry I lost my hat ma doctecazoid: a m*****f****** snake - on a plane shoes for the dead: the mambas are hissing Nabby: garn honk Beet: I don't think I have ever heard the 2 Phils work together anywhere else General Dysfunction: sonofa mahatma57: WTF can't hear the stream.. Nabby: i loved that m****g movie it's silly General Dysfunction: it's night Principalpoop: click the click EWeston: Light slips away Nabby: It's not as good as Citizen Kane 2 tho DJTweeny: show's almost over, mahatma ||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live RADIO FREE ROADKILL show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' General Dysfunction: berenhite borbify won ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Month's pass...I couldn't stop them! mahatma57: Ah, there it is.. Raymond Blackberry.. doctecazoid: or sharknado General Dysfunction: stop tearing the pages off the calendar! Principalpoop: nananana jaws EWeston: J Men Forever is pretty silly. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:35 PM, dragging Dr. Dog by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Nabby: Sharknado was more! mahatma57: I've heard it all before.. Beet: I think I am going to have to see Sharknado. Howard Stern talks about it all the time EWeston: Dega noise DJTweeny: Hi Dog Dr. Dog: Howard? Is he still around? Nabby: Seen Tornadonado? It's a tornado full of tornados Nabby: hi Dog 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: Yup EWeston: Last name? doctecazoid: torque armada Dr. Dog: Woof! DJTweeny: lol Nabby Nabby: lol shoes for the dead: it's the bear whizzing in the stream, EW General Dysfunction: seen day after the day after the day after the day after tomorrow? Nabby: it IS the bear Dr. Dog: Howard Aydoindat Nabby: be the bear Principalpoop: one after 909 EWeston: Sounds like recursive reeincarnation has struck again Nabby: don't crush the electrician doctecazoid: general: i saw that yesterday General Dysfunction: gosh i miss tho good old days doctecazoid: so, i was a day late and a dollar short Nabby: which ones in particular shoes for the dead: i've been putting it off, General Dr. Dog: My guitar amp has Led Zeppelin Tubes Nabby: some of the old tuesdays were okay mahatma57: "Remember the single that was never released.." Principalpoop: don't put all your eggs in one basket General Dysfunction: the one where, gosh, we were sitting up by the canal, the sun was hot... Dr. Dog: "Wasn't like this in the good old days! Lots of clean air!" Nabby:Hey Tweeny thanks! ''Bob'':nite tween! nite all! shoes for the dead:Thanks Tween!!! ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Beet: Enjoyed the session tonight. See everyone next week. Thanks Tween for the great job. Nite. Principalpoop: at the bayou EWeston: My mike has M Jaggers balls Principalpoop: thank you tween Nabby: Firefans, Fireheads, rule! shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Dr. Dog: Late to the party as usual, goodnight all : Thanks for the mammaries EWeston: But I had a good time anyway. Thanks Tweeny ||||||||| Dr. Dog says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Dr. Dog exits at 10:39 PM. mahatma57: TYVM.. Nytol! Principalpoop: best to all and to all a good night doctecazoid:thanks tween DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... ||||||||| 10:39 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). General Dysfunction: Loved it tween, thanks so much, more sure, park it and lock it and all the rest ||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM. Nabby: I'd hug you but this is on TV. Night night! DJTweeny: my pleasure, folks :-) ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws ||||||||| bob - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Dr. Technical - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| phhunter - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... General Dysfunction: was the nsa here tonight? hope so doctecazoid: general: if you have to ask ... they've already captured the chat log doctecazoid: they're running it through their algorhythms as we type General Dysfunction: was counting on it, hope they harvest many theories DJTweeny: I doubt they'll figure it out DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| 10:43 PM -- DJTweeny left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Around 10:43 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| "10:43 PM? I'm late!" exclaims General Dysfunction, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. doctecazoid: the crickets are deafening doctecazoid: did everyone take off? doctecazoid: (after a couple of minutes with no response) i guess so... doctecazoid: well, then goodnight mrs calabash, whenever you were ||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:54 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| D James - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| AllNightImages - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| cat 2 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from measles ||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice ||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Levi - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| cat - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:22 PM, dragging residualecho by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" residualecho: I'm not a yahoo (well, that too, I suppose) but I prefer gmail residualecho: Apparently, I'm the only one who beat the reaper ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| residualecho - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
AllNightImages
Beet
''Bob''
cat
DadSir2U
DJTweeny
doctecazoid
doublebarker
Dr. Dog
Dr. Technical
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Happy
Lil
lily
Liver
mahatma57
Merlyn
Nabby
NancyKat
phhunter
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
