||||||||| 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 17, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 5:56 PM and Mista Bumpy waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Mista Bumpy: Hello ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| 6:08 PM: DJTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' DJTweeny: Hi Mista Bumpy DJTweeny: The music will start about 8:40 eastern ||||||||| It's 6:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: see you later ||||||||| Around 6:10 PM, DJTweeny walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:23 PM, dragging DJTweeny by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 8:23 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 - 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) **' ||||||||| Outside, the 8:31 PM downtown bus from Arizona pulls away, leaving Bightrethighrehighre coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies George Stevens inside, makes a note of the time (8:32 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Bightrethighrehighre: wazzzuhp, Tween? George Stevens: Johnny Winters - off to play with Muddy Waters at that big blues jam in the sky! Rest in peace, man. You were great! ||||||||| Catherwood says "8:35 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs George Stevens by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Catherwood ushers mahatma57 in through the front door at 8:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. mahatma57: Catherwood, you fool! ||||||||| Catherwood ignores mahatma57 mahatma57: Ignore me at your own peril.. DJTweeny: Hi BHH, Mahatma DJTweeny: music in just a couple mahatma57: The waiting is the hardest part.. -TP mahatma57: Anticipation -CS ||||||||| 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) ** ' ||||||||| 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) ** ' mahatma57: Thank you Radio Free Dishnuts.. mahatma57: When will you be able to provide 3-D printed donuts while we are waiting? ||||||||| Outside, the 8:45 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving OneOrganism coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: There was a momentary glitch with my modem for a moment there ||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving lily coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Hi OneOrganism DJTweeny: Hi lily OneOrganism: howdy lily:HI Tweeny ||||||||| Catherwood escorts NancyKat inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. lily: pardner ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| 8:46 PM: Mista Bumpy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTweeny: Hi NancyKat, Bumby NancyKat: Meow all...hanyone seen my hat and goat? lily: and howdy pardnerettes DJTweeny: Catherwood, do you have Nancy's hat and goat? ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside DJTweeny and yells "Stop typing gibberish, DJTweeny!" DJTweeny: Catherweood, give Nancy her hat and goat ||||||||| Kelraith enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Harper waltzes in at 8:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Catherwood, give Nancy her hat and goat ||||||||| Catherwood hands nancy her hat and goat. lily: catherwood get this party started ||||||||| Catherwood gets this party started. DJTweeny: Hi Kelraith, Harper mahatma57: Good taste is timeless.. Harper: Hi DJT NancyKat: MMMDoughnuts... Kelraith: Ello mahatma57: mmmm.. PI.. DJTweeny: New here, Kelraith? NancyKat: b> Tweeny-Fangs... ||||||||| Outside, the 8:51 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving BrianThatIsCalledBrian coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Kelraith: Very new. lily: welcooooooooooooome DJTweeny: Hi Brian BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hello Dear Friends DJTweeny: Yes indeed, welcome to the newcomers :) BrianThatIsCalledBrian: New here too mahatma57: Good times are tasteless.. NancyKat: Catherwood-Fangs...was looking for those...*dons said plus a long, multicolored scarf...* ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear NancyKat Harper: Great music! :) DJTweeny: Thanks :) ||||||||| Catherwood enters with RD350c close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:52 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom. DJTweeny: Hi RD mahatma57: "and then he threw his crew into the foaming sea at least a thousand miles from shore..." RD350c: Hi Myron, first time caller, long time fan How bout dem stillers? ||||||||| 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 Headlight gets out at 8:53 PM. ||||||||| 8:54 PM: CeeJayHey jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:54 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. lily: you better be good at floating EWeston:Evinin Tweeney, Lily, and foks. mahatma57: This is worker CeeJayHey: This is a hep place, mang. DJTweeny: Hi Headlight, CJ, EW EWeston: Hi RD had parts of three of them things ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'L_Kelraith', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| thirdofnever steals in around 8:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." L_Kelraith: Cell phone died mahatma57: cout << if 6==9 DJTweeny: Hi L-Kelraith ||||||||| uh, clem bounds in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Hi clem ||||||||| cat 2 bounds in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. DJTweeny: Hi cat mahatma57: uh, Clem uh, clem: Howdy, fellow hopheads cat 2: hi all EWeston: I've been toad away CeeJayHey: Juneau you are right, mang. This is the right place (the same place) mahatma57: Mister President, how can I get a job? EWeston: The old Same PLace mahatma57: Napoleon III OneOrganism: mmm (un)sane ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mac cat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... lily: lol ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:58 PM, dragging Mark by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" DJTweeny: Napoleon IV ||||||||| 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!" NancyKat:DJTweeny...it's not Sunday! I love this song...My Grandma used to sing this all the time... Harper: lol DJTweeny: fun tine, and appropriate for our album tonight ;) mahatma57: Louis XIII ||||||||| Beet sneaks in around 8:59 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." DJTweeny: Napoleon XIV, actually ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Hi Beet, Nabby Beet: Evenin' all DJTweeny: Hi Mark EWeston: Eek It's a Beet! cat 2: good song for Not Insane NancyKat: *Wants to learn how to basketweave...* mahatma57: I never figured out Latin.. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, July 17, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Nabby: Jello each & every 1 Beet: hi EW EWeston: I take my jello straight. Nabby: Hey Beet & Tweeny ||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rogrr should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rogrr enters and sits in front of the fireplace. lily: pudin please mahatma57: with a twist.. Beet: Howdy Nab lily: pudding shots? Nabby: mahat, EW, cat, lily, and and and! EWeston: Works with voka ||||||||| 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 shoes for the dead plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM. shoes for the dead: Howdy EWeston: Evening shoes Beet: Howdy shoes Nabby: hi shoes lily: rum and coconut pudding? Beet: Hey lil shoes for the dead: so long Johnny................... EWeston: That could work. I like citris with rum Nabby: aw yeah shoes thirdofnever: I just found a 2-hr recording I made of the Firesign Theatre on Alan Handelman's radio show back from 1999 NancyKat: Caribou lou? cat 2: 2 hrs of Firesign or a 2 hour show, third? lily: you heard it here first pudding shots mahatma57: Not to be torturing Me!!! shoes for the dead: neat third EWeston: Jiff him anodder cup full Nabby: pudding shitz ||||||||| Catherwood leads Wombat in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: blech lily: weel that number too DJTweeny: Hi Wombat NancyKat: *Doesn't know how well puddink and lick-her would go together...* DJTweeny: lol Nabby mahatma57: Not Insane! EWeston: Carbonated pudding, now there's a idea. Not sure what kind of idea though Nabby: hi wombat mahatma57: Not Responsible! Beet: Haven't heard this one in a while Nabby: Not Insane! CeeJayHey: Can you all get that from there? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “NOT INSANE” - 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/firtheatnoti.html **' RD350c: Bob and ray were on this?? I rember seeing it at PSU in 72? shoes for the dead: one to store for later, EW lily: everything goes with lick her ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: I saw them do this live in D.C. was back when EWeston: Air conditioning theoreticly is off? BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Have it only on cassette, but lack a functioning cassette player! CeeJayHey: So Fine. mahatma57: "It's on, definitely.. Oh Don..." Nabby: I haven't listened to this one in quite a while --thanks Tweeny mahatma57: OK 30 second standby.. DJTweeny: Well, as you can see from the banner at the top of the page, it's now available on CD :) NancyKat: lily...ahh...don't we all wish...lol... EWeston: This was my first FST album, still have it CeeJayHey: Ha! DJTweeny: yw Nabby DJTweeny: Yeah, I have the vinyl as well Nabby: Xellent! EWeston: Heavily grooved mahatma57: Air conditioning theoretically is off.. Right? Nabby: Trippin record shoes for the dead: dope humor of the 70's Beet: I heard a preview of this on WBCN in Boston before it first came out. Didn't really get it. thirdofnever: WHAT IS HAPPENING EWeston: Its still ticking DJTweeny: Hi shoes, Rogrr cat 2: i remember being quite dissappointed when it came out but it sounds better over the decades CeeJayHey: 25 in the chat BrianThatIsCalledBrian: May have to drop, my buffering is awful here... EWeston: No chit? shoes for the dead: le chat mort soap DJTweeny: not too bad (25) OneOrganism: 5 x 5, in the pipe mahatma57: This is Worker.. DJTweeny: would like to see twice that regularly, though ;) Nabby: I wasn't disappointed as such but I know what you mean cat DJTweeny: we need to get the word out, folks! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Beet: The guy playing it said "Something to do with Skapespeare" EWeston: Shave before use shoes Nabby: Word ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly. CeeJayHey: Five Acts shoes for the dead: yet he sails!!! Beet: That's Shakespeare OneOrganism: solid mahatma57: Worker << sort out [audio stream].. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln cat 2: they did various versions of this DJTweeny: Hey P EWeston: La Poop due jue Nabby: I love this stuff Principalpoop: hey there Nabby: Hey ppoop cat 2: also a book Beet: Greetings Poop ||||||||| 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 Beanie gets out at 9:09 PM. Principalpoop: lapoop duedue BrianThatIsCalledBrian: the poopster ||||||||| 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: Hi Beanie CeeJayHey: I can't understand a word he sez'? Nabby: greets EWeston: Da da rather OneOrganism: all hands on deck shoes for the dead: hey Poop Principalpoop: he is speaking olde engliffh ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Mark - dead from the yaws ||||||||| uh, clem - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Headlight - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Kelraith - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Beanie sneaks away to The Portrait Gallery... CeeJayHey: Ooo, guests of Neptune . . . shoes for the dead: Snatch!! Principalpoop: salvidore da da? cat 2: i always thought that was a reference to The Hobbit mahatma57: "Be he ghost or goat or both.." BrianThatIsCalledBrian: What's hap with our righteous speed? NancyKat: Reminds me of the Hemlock Stones skit... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with yojimbo close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:10 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. EWeston: Earnst Da da, a cousin CeeJayHey: Where? DJTweeny: Hi yojimbo Nabby: yeah Nancy there's a music to it cat 2: Yo shoes for the dead: i like this better than Anythyng Principalpoop: or what you will, break wind break Nabby: hiyo! EWeston: Well that's retty confusing so far OneOrganism: no sht DJTweeny: lol NancyKat: Nabby...a rhythm... shoes for the dead: cassic lily: great ride Nabby: yes Nancy better way to put it NancyKat: Rocococo... CeeJayHey: Delicious. Principalpoop: somebody else is rewatching the larry sands show with me EWeston: With stuffed dog yes BrianThatIsCalledBrian: ugh, I can't get the audio to last more than a couple seconds. Nice try, but maybe next time for me NancyKat: With your mine in mind...underminding your claymore mines ||||||||| "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!" ||||||||| At 9:13 PM, BrianThatIsCalledBrian vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! CeeJayHey: fosfate. EWeston: Luck Brian shoes for the dead: is this off the radio show or another take? Principalpoop: weird brian, try a different audio player perhaps lily: I am listening on you tube NancyKat: Nabby...whichever way you put it make sure it's secure? lol... CeeJayHey: many audio players work. Principalpoop: vlc, my video player grabbed it, and it works Principalpoop: and now back to the game mahatma57: Windows Media Player pops up for me on W7. Works for me.. EWeston: Is the game afoot, or other Principalpoop: oh, i have 8.1, I am a bigger idiot than you... lily: thanks ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Nabby: Zactly Nancy whew DJTweeny: In your browser prefs, you can set what opens what ||||||||| 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!" mahatma57: I'm 20 years behind the times.. EWeston: Put up a metric, or blush Principalpoop: nancy drew what? CeeJayHey: A Real Ghost! Nabby: who isn't? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln shoes for the dead: a conclusion EWeston: She borrowed my blusher 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 mahatma57: Spotted Pants!! NancyKat: PrincipalPoop-A quite abstract werewolf... ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" EWeston: Conclusion concussion, what's the dif? Nabby: Mark Time flash goodie Principalpoop: neither a borrower nor a blusher be lily: hard hardey boys' Nabby: I love pants ||||||||| Catherwood ushers pinholeF200 into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:17 PM, then departs. EWeston: Hardley Ableson DJTweeny: Hi pinhole Principalpoop: nancy drew does the hardy boys hehe mahatma57: Heh heh.. lily: puppy uppers CeeJayHey: Horny Goat Weed Nabby: speed killz pinholeF200: Hey, hi EWeston: I just say that to get them in bed Nabby: greets Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln mahatma57: Edmund.... Principalpoop: edmundedmund shoes for the dead: your cuplet runneth over EWeston: Shut up Edmund! ||||||||| 9:19 PM: Porgy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" mahatma57: Not Edmund, but Edmund!! Principalpoop: paging mister tirebiter EWeston: Lo Porg Nabby: EW you nailed it CeeJayHey: Bravo! mahatma57: Gesuyndheidt! pinholeF200: The sound of one hand clapping...avoid the clap EWeston: I still have most of this album in my head, it won't leave ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:20 PM, dragging Rick Tirebiter by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" lily: totally flocked ||||||||| gpfandando tiptoes in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Nabby: the wall of masks! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ralph inside, makes a note of the time (9:20 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. mahatma57: La Bomba Chelter! pinholeF200: Want to, you have to Principalpoop: stop calling me frank, my name's adolph Nabby: Flock University EWeston: How do you do a fandando cat 2: one of their funnier ads lily: winnie Nabby: cat is rite NancyKat: EW-Very carfully... Nabby: good old Flock U EWeston: Artfully one hopes? lily: ew you follow the beat shoes for the dead: fandandos are easy Principalpoop: do or go? a deer or pee? ||||||||| 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." mahatma57: Oh, Yeah.. CeeJayHey: Get down, get down mang! cat 2: Steve Miller had a great fandango on one of his early albums DJTweeny: Hi Porgy, Rick, fandando, Ralph EWeston: I knew those deer were watching me gpfandando: I've been a Fandango since 1974 mahatma57: You on't have to hock it Jim, Flock it! ||||||||| 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!" lily: in the headlights Nabby: there's more at the door shoes for the dead: watching you pee? EWeston: Any word of a fandingo? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln Principalpoop: if you can recall 1974, you were not fully there DJTweeny: **Side 2 - NOT RESPONSIBLE cat 2: he moved to the dog star, weston mahatma57: Where am I Walter? can you find me, Springhead?.. lily: good year ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" EWeston: The deer around here have interesting sex lives, but you have to watch out for the frogs Nabby: Here we go Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews shoes for the dead: here we are takin the A train EWeston: He's passing as canine again um NancyKat: cat 2-Siriusly/ Principalpoop: into the yonder blue wild ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Harper - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| thirdofnever - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Wombat - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: gettin off at our f-stop lily: watch out for the wormholes EWeston: Or the wild blue widder lily: all time is no time mahatma57: They used the hell out of that Echoplex, didn't they.. Nabby: widdershins through the wormholes shoes for the dead: anon ||||||||| Catherwood escorts thirdofnever into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:26 PM, then departs. pinholeF200: the faster it does the much DJTweeny: Hi third EWeston: The count of Ah Ahhh Nabby: hi thirdof Nabby: EW 1500 points EWeston: Don't bark your widdershins Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln ||||||||| "9:27 PM? 9:27 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mr. Bark Bark should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mr. Bark Bark enters and sits on the divan. mahatma57: I know a Duke of URL.. cat 2: ah, there's the dingo DJTweeny: Hi Bark Principalpoop: no fair, I was going to say that Nabby: they sure did mahat lily: whatever you do don't let your widdershins out EWeston: He's got my shin arrg! Mr. Bark Bark: Yap, yap, yap! mahatma57: Your couplet runneth over.. ||||||||| 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!" Principalpoop: I used to be the widderist Nabby: It's Mr. Bark EWeston: No but my shin runs out shoes for the dead: misdemeanor in this state, lily Principalpoop: and check out those ankules Nabby: miss who? mahatma57: "Ssssssssssss... Eddie my love.." lily: shoes, mister meaner everywhere Nabby: applause shoes for the dead: I don't miss her at all Principalpoop: apple sauce 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! EWeston: His smiles which fell like leaden farts upon the stage lily: catherwood everywhere for everyone ||||||||| Catherwood ignores lily Nabby: zoom zoom mahatma57: "They have left me groatless.." NancyKat: feonze... EWeston: Why would I take a woman's word for that lily: let it go OneOrganism: somehow i picture them all giving the crowd the finger there DJTweeny: catherwood, drop it ||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside DJTweeny and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" EWeston: Sext change one stage Nabby: wow great classic bitz mahatma57: Not Edmund, but.... Edmund! shoes for the dead: swish swish NancyKat: Geseundheit dankesheun... EWeston: Edna or Edie Principalpoop: radio swordplay mahatma57: "Clank clank clank.." Nabby: I hear renaissance fairs in there somewhere cat 2: they really seemed to enjoy performing this on stage. mahatma57: [SFX] DJTweeny: Was the renaissance fair? cat 2: ossman's wife was one of the founders of the ren.. fair. they performed at an early fair DJTweeny: They do indeed, cat :) NancyKat: Glen or Glenda, glenn gary glenn ross... lily: a liilte expensive Nabby: good point I don't know Tweeny shoes for the dead: Martian Space Party Nabby: very much so cat Principalpoop: no no, those were started back in the 1400s I think EWeston: A look back in angore, the true E woods Bio Nabby: actually I do know Tweeny pinholeF200: 1400, for you 1398 Principalpoop: oh oh oh what a guy DJTweeny: lol pinhole Beet: We all know Tweeny Principalpoop: did the feudal system have sales tax? shoes for the dead: even the NSA guy ||||||||| 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." mahatma57: "And noone's left to write an ending to this dumb-ass play..." Beet: Hello to NSA guy lily: HI NSA person of the week Nabby: mooning the NSA again Principalpoop: it could be a girl, ahh woman, ahh female thing mahatma57: You take fast motor train?? shoes for the dead: they have to rotate them out ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" EWeston: Not to be crying NSA guy ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:36 PM, then departs. Elayne: Evenin' all! NancyKat: For two you get eggplantroll... cat 2: Hi El Principalpoop: yes we mentioned marx again, and mao, bingo ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: Elayne! Nabby: greetings Elayne Principalpoop: Hey E lily: I'll stick my nose in it Beet: howdy E EWeston: Elayne g'day cat 2: how are things in NYC? mahatma57: [Gontg sound] EWeston: Want kind of postage gets here from mars? DJTweeny: Hey E Principalpoop: the bar? shoes for the dead: partial post? Nabby: gong! NancyKat: EW-RocketManMail? EWeston: Maybe Zodiac Express lily: no postage nessecary if mailed in ths solar system mahatma57: ow , Everybody go away, come bak tomorrow.. " Nabby: can you imagine actually writing this EWeston: It is dowm hill from mars lily: NO Nabby: yes lily lol mahatma57: "Like little flowers.." shoes for the dead: do we have time to take fast trair? EWeston: Supposedly we have the same temperature Nabby: meant yes to prev lily: yes yes cat 2: Nabby, only if I were a member of the Firesign Theatre pinholeF200: Wash brain of Jung guy? shoes for the dead: Boxtops Principalpoop: not to be torturing me mahatma57: You are Fifth Guy.. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| thirdofnever - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Rick Tirebiter - dead from The Plague ||||||||| gpfandando - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... shoes for the dead: what? Nabby: that would be awesome cat EWeston: Extra brain bleach, no starch ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Yung Gy', just granted probation at 9:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly. mahatma57: They all You! Nabby: takin it easy cat 2: the collage Tween is going to play was inspired by the idea of Dylan joining the Firesign theatre NancyKat: Brad=nail... mahatma57: There is also Glutomoto the Cheese Monster.. Principalpoop: famous author and riterary smart guy ||||||||| 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: Roto Noto steps out and on NancyKat: EW-Res... pinholeF200: Do it in private and wash your hands afterward DJTweeny: Hi Yung Gy Elayne: Mahatmas, nowadays it's Glutomoto-Free for the diet conscious. mahatma57: No Buddhist Writers! Yung Gy: Keep it sweet Beet! NancyKat: Onry environmental brainwash prease... cat 2:When Tween played Nick Danger on chat a few weeks ago, it reminded me of the Dylan song Black Diamond Bay Beet: What? EWeston: I seldom wash somebody elses hands mahatma57: Oh Roto, you some Atomic Guy!! Nabby: I wash my hands of this affair pinholeF200: How about feet? Principalpoop: league of wing voters cat 2: So I call the collage Black Danger Bay shoes for the dead: or yards? Nabby: I hear it's all about the rubbing EWeston: For a price and a few exceptions...yes mahatma57: The Morse Sugar Foundation.. Nabby: Walter's back, cool cat EWeston: Expensive oils and uguents, and stuff Principalpoop: do you charge more for extra toes? lily: theraputic march Nabby: I need unguent Principalpoop: get a balm shoes for the dead: i need stuff EWeston: Unless cancerous there'r considered as a package pinholeF200: Solid State University, Class of 69 lily: when I grow up I want to be a zoo Nabby: of course you do lily Principalpoop: you are half-way there hehe ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:45 PM, dragging Liver by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" EWeston: I post Doced at Plasma State mahatma57: "Whre George Papoon's name is even now being put into consideration.." DJTweeny: Hi Liver NancyKat: Off with Atillas hun! Liver: Did you know that livers can float? lily: I can't teel yas how much I love to laugh Nabby: liver is live EWeston: Ah the Dread Liver Liver: Hi DJ pinholeF200: Better than Dread Lox Principalpoop: Not my favorite organ but ok shoes for the dead: liver is a liver DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone some onions ||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone some onions. EWeston: But a better movei presense mahatma57: Let us launch the Pappoon baloon.. Nabby: I luv that u luv 2 laff EWeston: Leggo the rope pinholeF200: 50 ways to love your liver Liver: I need to tune to the stream...give me a paws, please NancyKat: Dread Pirate Salmon-Pinhole... shoes for the dead: they're still warm!!! Nabby: want to know my favorite organ? NancyKat: MMM pearl? Principalpoop: 50 shades of liver, wait that sound ewww ||||||||| 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: As witten in the Kama liver DJTweeny: lol Nabby cat 2: Leroy? shoes for the dead: B-3? lily: nabby is it south EWeston: Below the waterline Nabby: it's e v e r y w h e r e Principalpoop: OMG, I'm a DJ Nabby: dang it shoes you nailed it!! mahatma57: "Oh, you guys are soooo crazy.." ||||||||| Outside, the 9:47 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving thirdofnever coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Nabby: lol OneOrganism: gold brick to the head Liver: OK where's the darned Not Insane thingy I want to listen to? EWeston: And a kiss to the ear Liver: I know it's here somewhere Nabby: what does it all mean? shoes for the dead: Degraded Audio NancyKat: OneOrganism-nyanya... EWeston: It'll come around again liver in about an hour or so pinholeF200: What you don't mean won't hurt you cat 2: You just missed it liver Nabby: yay Peter B Principalpoop: Once there was a way to get back home ||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!" lily: its a pool full of penisisisis Liver: It means I'm wet and without my FST fix! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Principalpoop: viaduct ||||||||| "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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books EWeston: But considering options Nabby: I had penisitis once but just once Rufus_T_Firetween: ** ALL FIRESIGN RELEASES, BY CATAGORY - http://www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?category=all pinholeF200: Somebody should dick Cheney lily: did someone kiss it and make it better? lol shoes for the dead: hard to cure? Liver: I remember being able to scroll back through the chats. Am I insane???? Nabby: that's how it's done lily Principalpoop: I used to love bush Nabby: no it's like Sleeping Beauty cat 2: you can do that on Log, liver lily: me too Principalpoop: use the cheese log pinholeF200: I love bush but not Bush shoes for the dead: yes, but you can still scroll EWeston: You should have a log spot on your screen Liver Liver: This was easier last time. :-? Nabby: you can do lots of things on a log Nabby: yay cat! cat 2: this is from EOBE EWeston: But it'll never say I love you shoes for the dead: or with a log lily: grow mushrooms Liver: ah...the log NancyKat: Oboe... Nabby: they make me feel oogy cat 2: This is from Bergman's Digital Diner, 94 or 95 ||||||||| 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!" Liver: I must be misremembering. OneOrganism: worm-infested hot cheese logs... lily: can you taste the purple Nabby: nice cuts cats cat 2: the one Dylan lyric the Firesign used that I know of shoes for the dead: do you miss remembering? DJTweeny: Nice job, Cat :) EWeston: Only after some seious drugs Liver: now...how do I tap into the FST stream??? Principalpoop: purple microdots lordy lordy Nabby: nice edits DJTweeny: The links at the top of the page, Liver? pinholeF200: You can wait here in the sitting room or you can sit here in the waiting room Nabby: Owsley white lightning *shiver* EWeston: There's a couple live links in the header area lily: Principalpoop EWeston: Mamamammescolin! Principalpoop: happy trails to us mahatma57: Oh, you may remember her as Nancy.. Elayne: We're all live-linked here. That's what chat's all aboutl Nabby: oooh trailss.... ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Yung Gy - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| yojimbo - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... lily: needs must be met shoes for the dead: peyote EWeston: And one tricky fyord Elayne: We're pretty much all live links on this bus. Liver: all I'm seeing is The Waiting Room population. Did I have too much tequila? Nabby: the walls are...breathing NancyKat: Yeeeeessssss? lol... Liver: OH ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" CeeJayHey: Mrs. Haver Liver: WAIT!! Elayne: Definitely, Liver. Below the population and above the conversation lies the live link zone. Liver: There it is!! lily: liver I see you NancyKat: Te-kill-ya... Elayne: Woo hoo! Nabby: big twist Liver: [how did y'all do that?] Principalpoop: I have low T, not many needs anymore EWeston: Radar vision cutting out? Elayne: I've always wondered how we make our voices do that. Nabby: big twist and the mellow fellows lily: took the money and run with the taylot ||||||||| Catherwood escorts upsutfuddles in through the front door at 9:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. EWeston: Take the mummy and run DJTweeny: Hi fuddles Elayne: Ah Lily, always nice to hear an Allan Sherman refererence. Principalpoop: ahh canadian lily: we remember Elayne: And thanks for the earworm of My Zelda. 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 mahatma57: "Never mind, take my hand.. follow me.." shoes for the dead: Ah Canadian Nabby: I think I used to remember Liver: Now I am at home. [smile] Principalpoop: mudda and fadda ||||||||| 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!" lily: I am old Liver: Hi, gang! :-) EWeston: In good company Lily Elayne: Lily, we're all (well, almost all) well past the half-century mark on this hat. Elayne: Chat Elayne: Or hat, either way Liver: Me too , lily pinholeF200: Genuine factory air conditioned air from our genuine factory air conditioned factory mahatma57: "My fellow American.."
DJTweeny turns 60 Sunday lily: I love it here can we do this more often Elayne: Some of us are even havingsex with our hats. Elayne: Happy early milestone, Tween! cat 2: happy birthdya, tween Nabby: I know I am Liver: tmi elayne Nabby: barthy hippday Tweeny DJTweeny: Thanks folks :) Principalpoop: yes happy birthday, one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel tween EWeston: Youngster, have a good birthday Elayne: What album was "sex with my hat" from? One of the more recent ones... Beet:HBD Tween. Our one true hero L_Kelraith: happy bday! lily: Happy happu tweeny welcome I just got here shoes for the dead: good deal Tween Nabby: great cat thanks!! Nabby: oh man Tweeny great choice NancyKat: *Tips hat to tweeny8 EWeston: The millinial piece Lily Principalpoop: I used to have this book NancyKat: Am past the quarter century mark... mahatma57: I think I'll stay.. ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS” - 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://www.amazon.com/Childs-Garden-Grass-Various-Artists/dp/B0001MMGM2 **' cat 2: My next project is blending Zappa's Billy the Mountain with Firesign. I'm calling it Billville the Mountain Nabby: waiting for Andy & Virginia ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. EWeston: It ran away? Elayne: Boom Dot Bust, EWeston? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS” at >> http://hippy.com/modules.php?name=Reviews&rop=showcontent&id=348 mahatma57: Oh, crap.. Liver: A child's garden...I never knew this was a ...well you know, Wow shoes for the dead: sounds fun cat2 EWeston: Nope that was the one after Nabby: oh it is lover it is ||||||||| 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: lol cat Liver: I had this on vynl ...I think OneOrganism: annihilated... NancyKat: Yes...fangs Cat, am looking forward to future endevors... EWeston: Radio Now? Nabby: Floydian script? OneOrganism: damned kids Nabby: damn it Rufus_T_Firetween: from AllMusic.com - http://www.allmusic.com/album/release/a-childs-garden-of-grass-mr0001121371 mahatma57: Spot on.. Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, time to walk the dog, if you know what I mean... Nabby: the secret is micronutrients EWeston: And fry it, or self fry Principalpoop: woof woof shoes for the dead: dam nit Nabby: be very very nice ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'phineas', just granted probation at 10:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: was that Proctor? EWeston: knats have class Nabby: "become a narcotics officer" cat 2: only Bergman is on this Liver: Healp!!! I think I'm stuck on the other side! pinholeF200: How about a nice blue moss? Nabby: be careful liver lover DJTweeny: Hi phineas shoes for the dead: other side of what? EWeston: Learn Chinese till we get there Principalpoop: even methodists lily: how do know there are grooves on the other side Nabby: sure sounded like Procmer.... but cool cat ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern cat 2: one of the fabulous furry freak bros? NancyKat: mmmmpotcookies.... Liver: Deeths breaply...It's OK I'm back. [whew!] Nabby: kick & rush NancyKat: I was methodist once.... Nabby: you smoke it and you get high pinholeF200: I thought Rush's dope was Oxycontin. Nabby: only once tho DJTweeny: rough time, eh Liver? Elayne: I like you, Liver - do stick around in the weeks to come! shoes for the dead: kush and rush EWeston: I'll unlimber the casimere mobilus wrench and chack Elayne: I thought Rush's dope was Karl Rove. Liver: some days are better than others cat 2: this is bergman DJTweeny: for sure, cat Liver: no, this is bergman Nabby: funny bit EWeston: Canned ham is a heavy monkey Beet: Gradual to the point of suddenly "realizing" one has been stoned for 15-20 minutes already. I enjoyed that. DJTweeny: hehe Nabby: suryeah beet Nabby: blink Liver: thanx Elayne I be in and out. I like this place. It reeks of Firesign flavor! :-) lily: you do 15 - 20 years? EWeston: If its drugs your after let the old docter give a hand pinholeF200: Are they making Twinkies again? DJTweeny: Sounds like Ossman is in there somewhere Nabby: yeah Elayne: That it does, Liver. And we just had it cleaned, along with the Winter Palace! Beet: yes on the Twinkies Nabby: Ossman I mean Nabby: yes Twinkies are back cat 2: I don't know "reeks." I think it has a delicate aroma EWeston: Yes I remember when they appeared in NW Montana, never touched one lily: pinhole I laugh Principalpoop: look at when things were invented, doritos, jack in the box, mountain dew lily: devil dogs DJTweeny: That's Ossman Nabby: pot grass weed shoes for the dead: the pedastals are sanitary DJTweeny: so, definitely Bergman & Ossman EWeston: Concentrated suger in all kinds of forms pinholeF200: It all means the same thing Nabby: and Procster perhaps Beet: Best Cherry pie ever Nabby: What does it all mean? lily: we ain't here forever shoes for the dead: What? EWeston: And if we ever find that thing, there'll some hard questions Liver: afk ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| upsutfuddles - dead from measles ||||||||| RD350c - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Porgy - dead from The Plague ||||||||| thirdofnever - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Liver: actually af...monitor EWeston: Warf? shoes for the dead: woof? Principalpoop: oh yeah, it makes us forgetful too lily: Captian Nabby: Andy & Virginia! EWeston: Reef Hooo! lily: the reef of reef cat 2: sounds like mutt & smutt Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS” at >> http://hippy.com/modules.php?name=Reviews&rop=showcontent&id=348 Nabby: lol Liver: OK I'm back...what'd I miss? ||||||||| 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: longggg time? shoes for the dead: refer to reefer mahatma57: Where is B-b-b-Burbra.. Nabby: beat the reefer Beet: missing your liver EWeston: Next door to the Danger Reef Bar, and grill lily: yAw pinholeF200: What was one, is nothing Beet: room changing from white to yellow ||||||||| 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." Liver: Crap! My keepers are here. Dammit, I have to go. EWeston: One is hard to digitize Nabby: obey the keepers cat 2: bummer, liver lily: next wee k liver DJTweeny: See you next time, Liver Beet: are you in a dungeon DJTweeny: have a great week Nabby: it is the will of Landru Nabby: night Liver EWeston: Throw them a Halibut and make a break. shoes for the dead: keep the obeyers DJTweeny: lol Beet: see you next time, liver Liver: g'nite surfers watch for Chinese people!! Nabby: yeah what he said lily: I used to be in a dungeon did it in feecees lily: sorry Nabby: icro --one worki--g? EWeston: As an interior design motiff, it has limitations Nabby: hungupedness pinholeF200: It's just this little chromium switch here DJTweeny: "What's all this I hear about endangered feces?" shoes for the dead: groove damage! Nabby: moose poop NancyKat: Pinhole-those people are SOOO superstitious.... OneOrganism: manos, the hands of fate Nabby: there I said it EWeston: Not disgruntled fleas then? Beet: maybe exstinked shoes for the dead: that's engendered feces Tween EWeston: Its all related then lily: Beet cat 2 DJTweeny EWeston Liver mahatma57 Nabby pinholeF200 Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead you folks are grand Nabby: Catherwood pinch a loaf ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Nabby and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Nabby!" Elayne: I'm afraid my time's up for this week. See you next Thursday, all! DJTweeny: you remember the old SNL skits with Radner? Nabby: Well... DJTweeny: Bye E ||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Nabby: Night Elayne cat 2: ok el. be well Beet: See ya E NancyKat: BBElayne.... EWeston: Bubie Elayne pinholeF200: So rock me and roll me, pinholeF200: till I'm sick Nabby: om shoes for the dead: ohm EWeston: Anf roll me in fresh flower and cinominn Nabby: ding ding lily: Beet cat 2 DJTweeny EWeston mahatma57 Nabby pinholeF200 Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead I am pit till we laugh again thanks NancyKat: Welll, must attach the child to the handcart, 'til next week, Dear friends! pinholeF200: Range! ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" lily: bye EWeston: Improvise it Nancy cat 2: by nancy and lily Nabby: take care & stay groovy lily shoes for the dead: bt lily Beet: That's your last chant, cowboy lily: groovy Nabby: say goodnight Nancy EWeston: Lily yow, and g'by pinholeF200: See ya lily DJTweeny: Bye lily, have a great week :) Nabby: groovy DJTweeny: Bye NancyKat Beet: See you next week 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!" pinholeF200: Owaaaaa TeGeus IAM Beet: on yaliman Nabby: we used to chant this lol Beet: one yellowman EWeston: Hold onto this electrode DJTweeny: yipes! @ seig heil cat 2: Sig Freud pinholeF200: Seek Freud shoes for the dead: watt? EWeston: Sieg Freud! OneOrganism: pink floyd EWeston: Ampere watt? Nabby: fnord Principalpoop: best luck all shoes for the dead: ohm watt amp Beet: ah the munchies OneOrganism: (we all hear it differently, no?) DJTweeny: Bye P EWeston: Bye Pooper say hi to the dog ||||||||| 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!" pinholeF200: Watt am dat ||||||||| At 10:23 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! Nabby: night night ppoop cat 2: by poop Beet: where did Poop go? EWeston: The useless tube or tool from heaven shoes for the dead: i yam watt i yam EWeston: A power so great that it can only be used for good or evil Nabby: hey myron was awesome but i prefer whoopee john EWeston: Whose got the jam? Nabby: ooh gotta reverse that Beet: Can you play "Lady of Spain" ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rogrr - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| phineas - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Beet: far out shoes for the dead: you Must be from Minn. Nabby EWeston: My Spainish Suitcase Nabby: Zactly shooes : ) EWeston: Can you cut in during a waltz for three people shoes for the dead: only if you have one leg Nabby:http://youtu.be/V3x-VdywEcw cat 2: sake is good Beet: Can you take your clothes off please? EWeston: Slip into this nearly clean sheet Beet: lol EW EWeston: Lips! she said lips! pinholeF200: sheet into this nearly clean slip ||||||||| Catherwood leads APSound inside, makes a note of the time (10:29 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. EWeston: Andolecents are exploding everywhere Beet: I remember now Nabby: sorry shoes I sorta misread what you said but yes DJTweeny: Hi APSound DJTweeny: you're a bit late ;) Nabby: did they hang that Athenian yet? 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: Hi APS Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “A CHILD’S GARDEN OF GRASS” at >> http://hippy.com/modules.php?name=Reviews&rop=showcontent&id=348 EWeston: Yes and he was in the last zombie movie DJTweeny: sot sure this is suitable for children lol Beet: Now I got the Bang, uh, Hang of it DJTweeny: *not sure EWeston: Snot here shoes for the dead: vinyl sex mahatma57: "Oh baby, just keep doing that".. EWeston: I'm curious, but yellow Nabby: frog snot ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| 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' Nabby: there I said it pinholeF200: Now all the way down the dial, sugar EWeston: He's just hiding DJTweeny: Would love to see you folks at my Sunday show :) Beet: little Phlegmish village of Gotter Dam shoes for the dead: stick quiz cat 2: reminds me of the stoned football scene from the Doonesbury tv show OneOrganism: hard liquor and handgun night - not for the timid Beet: These announcers can't possibly be stoned EWeston: How bout stand on a thousanf foot cliff on acid DJTweeny: playing Find Your Foot lol Nabby: hand liquor and hardgun night is touch and go as well pinholeF200: My aperture is closing, CU dudes and dudettes next week, the 38th of Cunegonde EWeston: Funnycar walnut ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" cat 2: ok pinhole shoes for the dead: by pin Beet: open your aperture again sometime EWeston: Or the next millinium, later pin Nabby: weirdly bizarre cat 2: thanks again, tween Nabby: great time Tweeny shoes for the dead:thanks Tween!!! Beet: This has been a good one. Thanks again, Tween, Nite all. EWeston: Always up for Not Insane, later all OneOrganism: fun stuff Beet: Happy Birthday again cat 2: next week, all shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! ||||||||| cat 2 departs at 10:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" DJTweeny: Thanks :) Nabby: take cate beet and cat and shoes and Tweeny OneO DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: cab't typo OneOrganism: later nabs Nabby: night night!! ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| APSound - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| NancyKat - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| lily - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Liver - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| DJTweeny is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:41 PM. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:41 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| dude bounds in at 10:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. ||||||||| It's 10:55 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 ||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from measles ||||||||| OneOrganism - dead from jaundice ||||||||| EWeston - dead from jaundice ||||||||| L_Kelraith - dead from The Plague ||||||||| mac cat - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| dude - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| godknowsheknows sneaks in around 11:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| godknowsheknows - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 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 Don G. O'Vanni falls out at 12:05 AM. Don G. O'Vanni: Sorry I missed tonight's album and chat. So it's forward into the passsst... ||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Don G. O'Vanni - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 3:15 AM uptown bus from Dallas pulls away, leaving thirdofnever coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| It's 3:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| thirdofnever - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Bightrethighrehighre
BrianThatIsCalledBrian
cat 2
CeeJayHey
DJTweeny
Don G. O'Vanni
Elayne
EWeston
George Stevens
gpfandando
Harper
Kelraith
lily
Liver
L_Kelraith
mahatma57
Mista Bumpy
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
NancyKat
OneOrganism
pinholeF200
Principalpoop
RD350c
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
thirdofnever uh, clem
Yung Gy
