||||||||| 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 August 14, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 7:23 AM, dragging Demands by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" ||||||||| It's 7:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Demands - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:48 AM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 10:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 11:41 AM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| It's 11:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "7:47 PM? 7:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTweeny enters and sits at the bar. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **' ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween falls out at 7:48 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| folman(person steals in around 8:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Mudhead', just granted probation at 8:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'folman(person)', just granted probation at 8:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. A special Robin Williams warm-up set will start around 8:27pmET this evening- 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) **' folman(person): no distance gained, none lost DJTweeny: Hi folman, Mudhead ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Dr. Memory', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTweeny: Hi Dr. Memory DJTweeny: 17 minutes to the Robin Williams set DJTweeny: but you can go ahead and get connected to the stream ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Isaac in through the front door at 8:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. DJTweeny: Hi late, Issac ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:16 PM, dragging CE by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" late: howdy ||||||||| barefoot enters at 8:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn. DJTweeny: Hi CE DJTweeny: Hi barefoot CE: Sgt Sphincter of the dirt patrol here. CE: Arrived from W2XMN in Alpine on the FM barefoot: Greetings all, good to be here ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'L_Kelraith', just granted probation at 8:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Hi LK Mudhead: hello all ||||||||| BrianThatIsCalledBrian tiptoes in around 8:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." L_Kelraith: Ello BrianThatIsCalledBrian: G'day DJTweeny: Hi Brian BrianThatIsCalledBrian: trying to connect to the stream now... Mudhead: not up til 8:27 DJTweeny: my system tells me they're both up and running DJTweeny: no Mud, look at the banner DJTweeny: the stream are up, no audio yet Mudhead: nothin yet here DJTweeny: yes, no audio! BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Yup, it's running, but very quietly right now DJTweeny: that's what it says! lol CE: Nothing hr DJTweeny: no sound until 8:27pmET ;) DJTweeny: 5 minutes DJTweeny: just giving everyone a chance to get connected ||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Isaac - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Dr. Memory - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| folman(person) - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:25 PM and late as usual, it's Kooky Moo, just back from Funfun Town." BrianThatIsCalledBrian: A little coke for me, I hear it comes in bottles over here. Ah, yes! DJTweeny: Hi Kooky Mudhead: three freight cars of coke if you please CE: I am new here-I have listened to FS since I was 14. I am now 50-Thanks for all the 1st rate programming. ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Catherwood ushers dude into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:26 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi dude CE: Hey BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Way to go, CE! I am new here too, 45 and been listening since I was 15 or 16 dude: I've made it DJTweeny: Firesign rocks :) Mudhead: velcommen ya? BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Dude, we're glad. CE: I was in the far reaches of the Earth and I was saved by Porgie and Mudhead. DJTweeny: Robin is talking :) BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Robin!
L_Kelraith ) ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Robin Williams Memorial Set from his LIVE IN 2002 album - 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) **' DJTweeny: ** For those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat ||||||||| "8:29 PM? 8:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "captain_kirk should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as captain_kirk enters and sits in the comfy chair. DJTweeny: Hi captain Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 CE: This is classic! DJTweeny: it's a great album ;) Mudhead: Catherwood get drinks for everyone ||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for everyone. ||||||||| "8:31 PM? 8:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Meb should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Meb enters and sits at the bar. Mudhead: Tip yur glass fur Robin m8s BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Wow, this is good! How did he not get the Shrek role? Blows Mike Myers away DJTweeny: Hi Meb Rufus_T_Firetween: Robin Williams - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Williams DJTweeny: He had an amazing career ||||||||| 8:33 PM: pinholeF200 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTweeny: Excellent stand-up was only the beginning of his talents DJTweeny: Hi pinhole Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 pinholeF200: Hit computer with a hammer, now working. Howdy all DJTweeny: lol CE: Fuck it all DJTweeny: "You'll need a crowbar (bang!) a crew Mark" BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Somebody must be crossing my stream here; lots of silence now... BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hi pinhole late: 'reality what a concept' came out when i was in school, we were blown away - so manic pinholeF200: Yo Brian DJTweeny: stream's good, Brian DJTweeny: Yeah, I have the vinyl, late :) CE: Robin is on of the Elect-I am very impressed at this-Thanks! DJTweeny: I have always loved his work :) CE: I really needed to hear him. It all comes together... ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from the common cold ||||||||| folman(person - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Back. Thanks, had to refresh late:http://www.wtfpod.com/podcast/episodes/remembering_robin_williams pinholeF200: Just hit pause, that refreshes ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jeff25 into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:41 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi jeff Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Robin Williams - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Williams ||||||||| Catherwood enters with squeeze_the_wheeze close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: Hi squeeze ||||||||| 8:45 PM: lamar jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" CE: OMFG! DJTweeny: Hi lamar CE: Brilliant ||||||||| 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 SnorkyBoy plummets into the garden at 8:46 PM. SnorkyBoy: . lamar: hi ||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM crosstown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving jesus retardo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| "8:46 PM? I'm late!" exclaims SnorkyBoy, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles. DJTweeny: Hi JR BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hey Squeeze, jeff and lamar! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 DJTweeny: this bit is great squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy all ...here we are again...i ready for action, CE: el kayda Mudhead: Al kay Dahs used cars BrianThatIsCalledBrian: forgot about John Ashcroft... ||||||||| Dexter Fong sashays in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. pinholeF200: I had tried to forget Ashcroft CE: Franklinlite in NJ? DJTweeny: Quite a piece of work CE: Missouri DJTweeny: Hey Dexter pinholeF200: Ah, Missouri, the Police State ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'brilliantatbreakfast', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... brilliantatbreakfast: Hi everyone. DJTweeny: Hi breakfast Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Liver', just granted probation at 8:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly. brilliantatbreakfast: I was told that I might find someone here who would be interested in some firesign albums on vinyl. ||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:54 PM, then departs. Liver: howdy! EWeston:Evin Tweeny. Ugyly group of iconoclast's in this evening ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| jeff25 - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Meb - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: Hi EW DJTweeny: Hi Liver, barefoot Dexter Fong:Hi tweeny and otghers too ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and Scoot steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi Scoot Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 Liver: Robin's in rare form tonight! (Miss you brother. :-( ) EWeston: They're already dropping like unwieghed flies Dexter Fong: b> Tweeny, the audio is dropping in and out...any thoughts DJTweeny: let me take a listen EWeston: Hi Dex Liver: Fong? Do you EE?? DJTweeny: my stream playback sounds ok DJTweeny: anyone else hear skipping? DJTweeny: might be your connection, Dex late: 5x5 here Liver: mine sounds OK 2 pinholeF200: Good here ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and lily bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi lily EWeston: I'm ok, though the first couple tries at a comment got waylaid. Liver: I like grapes Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 lily: Hi every bod pinholeF200: Hi lily, how are things at your pad? ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 14, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" EWeston: Lily, how do you feel about grapes ||||||||| 9:00 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" lily: b> tween good to type ya DJTweeny: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: Howdy Liver: hahaha @ Robin! lily: ribbitt Mudhead: youuuu rang? EWeston: Don't devolve on us! ||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits in front of the fireplace. Nabby: *insert here* EWeston: Mud and shoes, we're good to go Nabby: Look at all de firepeople Mudhead: where? lily: move over the pillows too small shoes for the dead: hey Nabby Liver: that's good to goo isn't it? DJTweeny: Hi Nabby ||||||||| Mim sneaks in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." EWeston: To perilidition, and points beyond DJTweeny: Hi Mim ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: Hey shoes Hey Tween ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:02 PM, then departs. Beet: Good evening all. Happy Thurs ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Paisley again in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Liver: Bak atcha! Nabby: Hi Beet shoes for the dead: Beet! Liver: Beet EWeston: Quite a hord in tonight DJTweeny: Hi Beet, Paisley Liver: I've never charged for it ...ever lily: free for all Beet: Nice to see EW late Lily Mud shoes, Dex, Nab et all DJTweeny: lol Liver ||||||||| 9:04 PM: Timeghost jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!" lily: Beet beat DJTweeny: Hi ghost Beet: Hi liver Nabby: Hey Paisley, lily, Rufus, late, Mud, EW and Mim and Liver and Sneezy
Liver -) lily: ghost of a liver ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Nabby: Never heard this before Tween shoes for the dead: (whew) EWeston: Nabster ||||||||| Catherwood ushers only half a key in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Beet: Some Classic Robin Nabby: Helloooooo Liver: Si Paisley again: Hi nab by et al! BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hey halfkey BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Helloooo! Mudhead: im sorry im cryin shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that? Liver: great tribute for Robin!!!! Beet: Hi Nab EWeston: Them's crickets Liver: Me luvs me some giant rats Timeghost: Greetings, all! lily: too close in age, is that death at the door CE: REALTIME Travel Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238 BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Don't yet have Pink Hotel, never heard it either Nabby: back CE: to 2001 Beet: This sounds like a jam-packed nite EWeston: It a bible enthusiast lily: jelly rool CE: We have Robin to thank-Thank you Sir. Nabby: The Wizard ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY fom THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN album” - 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 is out of print) **' Liver: RFO ! shoes for the dead: i'm packing my jam Dexter Fong: Audio fixed ||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." CE: Head Jester under American Pie DJTweeny: good to hear, Dex :) ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Dexter Fong: Hey poop DJTweeny: Hey P shoes for the dead: hey Poop EWeston: Poopstine arrives Nabby: Hi CE and ppoop Nabby: Dexter! Principalpoop: halow Beet: Yo Poop Principalpoop: i see a fong, and others CE: Montauk files activated- Hero of the Camp. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Weirdly Cool - Firesign Theatre Video Special on PBS >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithwecodvdv.html Nabby: subversive CE: camp Hero that is ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" EWeston: I'm Hiden inna forrest Principalpoop: wait, let me get my headphones on Liver: I wonder about the history of Mr. Fong ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Dexter Fong: Spoke to soon,audio gone again BrianThatIsCalledBrian: I love the Williams quotes, and Carlin too -- I'll have to get this lily: the sour age CE: Spirit of EH Armstrong arrives. Principalpoop: i have audio CE: 48 MHZ EWeston: The sow's rage? DJTweeny: Weirdly Cool is another must-have DJTweeny: really cool performance ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Scoot - dead from jaundice ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| jesus retardo - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Liver: I have no audio but I have sound shoes for the dead: the never happening creschendo Principalpoop: hike CE: turkish Army... EWeston: Hi NSA guy lily: in ever widening circles Liver: Turkish Amy?? lily: oxie Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln pinholeF200: until it disappears up it's own (censored) Principalpoop: for putting feet on the ottoman Nabby: oxy moran EWeston: Turkish Amy, well know runner on guns, and quixotic dancer DJTweeny: THere are probably copies of this available on eBay and Amazon ||||||||| 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!" CE: a RAVEN lily: cotton Beet: Bugs's brother Principalpoop: caw caw Liver: how do you feather a boa? CE: Draw a hat EWeston: From the safe end Beet: Quetzequatl shoes for the dead: with a sharp knife ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Elayne: Evenin' all! Principalpoop: HI e Nabby: cotton moran --oh you mean cotton (the Beav) mathers DJTweeny: Hey E Liver: feahered snake!! Nabby: Hi Elayne shoes for the dead: hey Elayne Beet: It's E! Howdy Elayne: And a special hello to Dex and Brilliant At Breakfast. lily: hey e EWeston: Elyane enters, stage up. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:12 PM and Dr. Memory sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. pinholeF200: Hello E Nabby: a plot, at last! ||||||||| 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." Elayne: B at B is the famous Jill you've heard me tell about, the woman who introduced me to the work of The Firesign Theatre about 3 decades ago. Dexter Fong: Hi E, chat's working but no audio DJTweeny: wb Dr. Memory shoes for the dead: flathead Indian lily: naaby whats that about the beaver? Paisley again: Hello doctor! Elayne: Dex, has the lovely IT lady begun her analysis? DJTweeny: they're blocking the audio in NY? Liver: I have a 3-legged toad with a rotating disk in its mouth. Beat that, Reaper! lily: Dr Colon the tooth dr Beet: Audio OK through iTunes CE: CNN just did the 'Artist" DJTweeny: yeah, the stream is fine EWeston: Lotta Goon Show in this work Elayne:No Tween, only on Dex's computer. He's been in Computer Hell, he told me, that's why he hasn't joined us in awhile. Nabby: well he had big teeth and looked like this *squinch* ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: I have a computer listening to the RFD stream Liver: Cheese! CE: CNN just did the "artist on LSD" and the DOCTOR. Principalpoop: vlc runs this stream DJTweeny: Really sorry to hear, Dex :/ ||||||||| 9:14 PM: Clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Dexter Fong: E: When i brought up chat, the audio was working so i canceled her call *( smooth DJTweeny: /me gets Dex to install Ubuntu (which will not disturb his Windows install) EWeston: Another hym stream? Elayne: Oh dear, Dex!!! DJTweeny: H Clem ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Liver: this is so funny! DJTweeny: *Hi ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'just jim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Nabby: Look it's Clem DJTweeny: Hi jim Elayne: Jill, did you do your Don G. O'Vanni bit yet for your Surplus Firesign? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln EWeston: He slipped past the guards Liver: Clem Clam? Principalpoop: been in that jam since portland lily: hymn and hearse EWeston: In Fiar fare Clameron Nabby: bean and wig Principalpoop: gospel and patty shoes for the dead: you may scoff EWeston: Under the sign of indigestion Principalpoop: don't scoff my new blue suede shoes lily: watch out for butt gum EWeston: King of Scurf shoes for the dead: or but dust ||||||||| 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 Laughingcow gets out at 9:18 PM. Beet: pox lunch lol DJTweeny: Hi LC EWeston: Just in time with the laughing cow Paisley again: A pox lunch Principalpoop: speaking of cheese ||||||||| Catherwood ushers squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. lily: flox on pox EWeston: They have dietary requirements you know Paisley again: Hi Squeeze! Nabby: Laughing! Squeeze! DJTweeny: wb squeeze ||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Ralph coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Nabby: a flox on ye DJTweeny: Hi Ralph Beet: Squeeze! shoes for the dead: and Ralph Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln Nabby: Rrrrrralph ||||||||| 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: A fluzzy off of you Ralph: trailing clouds of glory, I'm down! Principalpoop: the last word on bunny rabbits lily: flock it all Beet: hare hare Elayne: Are you hungry, Ralph? We've saved you some groat cakes. EWeston: From the buck toothed mouth shoes for the dead: flox between meals Nabby: yep took the mouth right out of my words lily: their ears are wonderful Paisley again: And thee, lying on the grass, was hare. EWeston: Flock between the fences pinholeF200: Herbert pass him the fox Nabby: flox have earz? DJTweeny: I don;t do Windows, but as a Mac person, I can recommend Ubuntu as a very easy way to get into Linux Liver: I must withdraw...(was it good for you, too?) ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" shoes for the dead: tastes like pork Ralph: swear no by the mune Principalpoop: cold hearted orb that rules the night Ralph: not lily: flock of wildeerness ears EWeston: It's a supermune Beet: Moody Blues pinholeF200: and which is an illusion/ Nabby: everything tastes like pork ||||||||| Catherwood enters with laughingcow close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. EWeston: Sep bacon Paisley again: Removes the colors from our sight lily: or chicken DJTweeny: wb laughingcow Nabby: pork is an illusion except bacon shoes for the dead: Oscar's Wildeerness Nabby: right EW lily: beet blues Beet: We decide which is right Nabby: or chicken EWeston: 10-4 Elenore Nabby: or beets ||||||||| Gilbert skinx enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. Principalpoop: steady, it was just a moon reference Beet: and which is an illusion DJTweeny: Hi Gilbert laughingcow: you guys are being kinda moody Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln EWeston: We're trying blend in lily: the river styx Principalpoop: thursday even ing pinholeF200: it's because of the pollution ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Dr. Memory - dead from jaundice ||||||||| brilliantatbreakfast - dead from measles ||||||||| Kooky Moo - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: River sould not flow upside down, just my opinion. Elayne: Dang, there goes Jill... Principalpoop: send schematic drawing shoes for the dead: or catch fire Elayne: Okay, until she returns, she has some extra Firesign albums, anyone in need? Elayne: Original vinyl and all that. EWeston: Use initials only Nabby: So they named this river after the band? Nabby: (virtually mooning the NSA) Beet: This is so different from the album by the same name DJTweeny: Hi half a key Paisley again: Sunny goodie street -a song by Donovan EWeston: The other body of water nearby is labelled S. River Paisley again: Goodge lily: nabby which came first? Principalpoop: crimea river Ralph: Hood evening gentlemen laughingcow: s river? EWeston: Its on the map. Nabby: the moon of course shoes for the dead: genital men ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Beet: This bears some resemblance to an actual Holmes story Principalpoop: the fuzz are on to daddy lily: the liver runs through it EWeston: Where you find yourself without a paddle Nabby: no the chicken, I changed my mind laughingcow: what kinda name is that? poor river. EWeston: The inspiration probably came while in that river Principalpoop: and the unhooded gentlemen Ralph: thanks shoes ||||||||| 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: cespool shoes for the dead: old man ribber EWeston: Defrocked shoes Principalpoop: yassir Nabby: Help I'm a rock ||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. Principalpoop: I'm an island, maybe a penisula DJTweeny: Hi Captain Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! shoes for the dead: Eq! laughingcow: principal poop? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln EWeston: What would you like tobe, just out of casual curiosity Nabby: Hey Cappy lily: roll baby roll Beet: Hey Cap'n Principalpoop: yes laughing cow Elayne: Dex, you're greying out. But you knew that... Captain Equinox: Hi all! Principalpoop: none of us are getting younger E, don'[t be mean EWeston: Caphin! laughingcow: eat it! eat it raw! Nabby: rolling Principalpoop: thats the spirit we have here laughingcow: I feel better now lily: stoned shoes for the dead: a betting man EWeston: Any quotes from Ukipeaheap? Principalpoop: everybody must get stoned, or so I've heard Nabby: lol laughingcow: mmy iron lung is working again. lily: HI NSA Person of the week lily: MUST EWeston: What kinda wages is it getting? ||||||||| 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!" Ralph: if you push something hard enough it will fall over, unquote lily: tuppance laughingcow: what is reality? Principalpoop: get a cast iron stomach, never allowed on a plane.. Beet: Hey, do you NSA guys rotate (space for joke here) or is there just one guy on the Firesign beat. lily: stub your toe thats real Nabby: pittance Principalpoop: you bet laughingcow: that character shoulda had a name pinholeF200: can't drink water it'll rust shoes for the dead: wages of sin is death EWeston: It goes in, it must go out, Sorry Bill Orielly Nabby: very little bits of hardly nuthin Nabby: i no longer need human food Principalpoop: bad puns? is that even possible? lily: puny pun we love you EWeston: Somewhere an internet troll insisted that water regularly caught fire Nabby: except bacon Captain Equinox: Sultan insulted in Malay melee. shoes for the dead: you don't eat humans anymore? EWeston: Ang gravey, if you remember Captain Equinox: Giant green cheese stolen ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” - 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 THIS ALBUM AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html **' Nabby: variety is the spice you know Principalpoop: wavy gravy lily: people eat people on a regular occurence EWeston: The well know splice of life ||||||||| 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!" Paisley again: Hemlock stones! Nabby: industrial frogg Principalpoop: connie lingus does Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln Nabby: people.... people eating people.... Ralph: Dultuth? why you can get Tierra del Fuego..... shoes for the dead: but peple eating squirrils? Beet: I have known connie on occasion lily: poop annd it tastes like choked chicken pinholeF200: fully Hallicrafted Nabby: does this train go to Duluth? ||||||||| 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: Them caterpeller's is pure protien Principalpoop: soylant brand foods Nabby: no it goes beep beep Paisley again: Tuesday is Solent green day! EWeston: Doe this ferry go to magot pier? Beet: it's people, you know Principalpoop: that little maggot is a millionaire pinholeF200: Just down the Maginot Line Nabby: spoiler alert laughingcow: but soilent green is....oh nevermind ||||||||| 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!" lily: and they are wonderful full body EWeston: Extactly Pluotn old man! 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 shoes for the dead: just char 'em Principalpoop: turn sense to pounds old man EWeston: An they gets real stiff ||||||||| Catherwood enters with PissFest close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| only half a key - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Mim - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| barefoot - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Liver - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Clem - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Laughingcow - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Gilbert skinx - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Principalpoop: wrong chat pissfest, but ok Beet: hello piss Nabby: bang!! DJTweeny: Flotsom's transcription is not exactly accurate lol DJTweeny: Hi PF lily: wind is up PissFest: I think it was Piltdown, old man. 'd never heard that before EWeston: What of this V in my chest! 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 ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: (this is a very silly record) DJTweeny: a savage reaping... laughingcow: dead again Captain Equinox: Piltdown it is Nabby: PF DJTweeny: nothing wrong with silly ;) EWeston: I heard Pluton this time, must be off in the ears shoes for the dead: show her up pinholeF200: ya cheap whore ||||||||| Catherwood leads Floral Acres into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:41 PM, then departs. Beet: I thrive on silly Principalpoop: soccer blue Nabby: true true true PissFest: stay away from the rat cheese , EW EWeston: A Canadian shoes for the dead: Floral!! Nabby: Silly R Us BrianThatIsCalledBrian: I am about half a minute or so behind EW's audio, unless you are listening to the future lily: mold killer Captain Equinox: But im not flat Principalpoop: an ingenue, are there still ingenues? Ralph: soccer blue! EWeston: The cat won't let me buy any, darn cat. Beet: and your muff lol PissFest: it's already here lily: catz feets Nabby: where did that plot go Principalpoop: hahahaha EWeston: We are not all on the same time line Floral Acres: I am waitng for NICK DANGER...he is mty hero Nabby: yes we aren't PissFest: I smell a rat ||||||||| 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: in Pugeuts Poop Principalpoop: like I do every night Nabby: that's not a rat laughingcow: I like rocky racocoa ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:43 PM, dragging liambill by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Nabby: eeee EWeston: He's just teasing a rat lily: rat snoot with ragu Paisley again: I hold my thumb next to line. That way I don't get lost. DJTweeny: Hi bill Principalpoop: and an electric ell, send schematic, Nabby: just like grammy used to make us eat EWeston: I have a recipe for rat pizza shoes for the dead: ist nicht correctite Principalpoop: ahh canadian ||||||||| 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!" PissFest: is that rat tart? lily: but rats roll Principalpoop: waiter Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln EWeston: Deja too Nabby: roll rats roll shoes for the dead: rat fart Principalpoop: horney pipe ||||||||| 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!" laughingcow: aren't we missing shoes for industry? Nabby: ever light a rat fart --not saying I have ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Beet: friggin' matilda Principalpoop: fish heads are rolly polly too PissFest: har! har! Ralph: frig in the brig? Paisley again: Hornpipe Nabby: yeah they are ppoop Nabby: prow? steamer? EWeston: I can teach you a new diesease I picked up in the Navy Paisley again: Eat them up yum! Ralph: LOL EW Nabby: I think I missed something. Principalpoop: look at the brow on that steamer lily: whishey and katsup shoes for the dead: one fancy ale comin up Beet: sit on the face of a refined man PissFest: Captain Stinkin pinholeF200: first to mate and Chief Petting Officer laughingcow: pricipalpoop, do you know that fish heads was done,in part,by billy mumy? ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Red Greenback in through the front door at 9:46 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. lily: ew show us Nabby: It's looks good on the menu lily EWeston: Lt. Prostitute Principalpoop: urban legend check requested... all hands on deck Nabby: It's? Paisley again: Laughing. - mumy was half of Barnes &barnes PissFest: O yeah? Principalpoop: har har har EWeston: Wonderful graphics lily: it has to be fresh nabby laughingcow: yeah he always was a strange one lol PissFest: He's still bitter about Noble shoes for the dead: rehe comes ole eon eye Principalpoop: i get slapped when I am fresh lily: 3rd class no class Nabby: I agree 'n' steamish Paisley again: Bye, noble! Elayne: Looks like I'm fading too. Been a long but fun day. EWeston: And he's looking at your brains, hungrily Principalpoop: ciao E Elayne: Next week, all! laughingcow: goodnight all Beet: And a good evening to Miss Elayne Nabby: fading for the pass? DJTweeny: rest well, E lily: watch out for the bad parts they are bitter ||||||||| 9:48 PM: hurricane-style jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Nabby: Take care Elayne EWeston: Rest easy Elyane, what could go wronge ||||||||| At 9:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... DJTweeny: Hi HS ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Porgy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary. hurricane-style: Rats! I'm late lily: BYe E Paisley again: Elayne's so tired she hadn't slept... Principalpoop: fleaing won't help you, I've got you collared DJTweeny: Hi Porgy Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln EWeston: I can't run that way, I'm in a dress Principalpoop: and curse sir walter raleigh he was just a stupid git lily: stuff the stuffinf outta it Principalpoop: such even Nabby: leaving LC? Principalpoop: i bet you have a big box to put it in shoes for the dead: the puns on this one never end lily: and he never came here lol Nabby: Porgy Principalpoop: right in the middle hurricane PissFest: which I own lily: here also ||||||||| 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: stuffing the stuff Ralph: i'm plowed to be an old man EWeston: Pat pending lily: stuffed with fluff Nabby: you sure are Ralph Beet: where there's smoke, there's work. great motto Principalpoop: some put oysters in their stuffing, or onions and celery Nabby: fluffy with the stuff EWeston: Except for the month's with an R in them lily: or Chets nuts Paisley again: Some just the old one eye... Nabby: like a cloud of pork pinholeF200: the Amplifier of Unlimited Power Principalpoop: arr arr arr ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" Beet: so powerful it can only be used for good or evil lily: clowns milks sunday shoes for the dead: alimentary Principalpoop: chest nuts, is that like a cleveland steamer? ||||||||| "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!" Nabby: I find these "Firestone Theater" records a tad confoozling ||||||||| 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: Is it an Octal Tube? Nabby: clown's milk? EWeston: Nah it reals regular looking shoes for the dead: magic tuning eye tube lily: nabby when they snezze Beet: the tube can only be used properly in the bathroom by Acme Junior Nabby: lol Ralph: breaking up? ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws ||||||||| CE - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... lily: its hard to do Principalpoop: there must be 20 ways EWeston: A fuller quote, Safe as Clowns Milk Mayor Lynchburg Nabby: aka clown spoo DJTweeny: Side Deux lily: a liile red and makes a noise when you drink it Principalpoop: it is joe beets, fast talker EWeston: I tripped! Nabby: giggle juice Nabby: Go Joe shoes for the dead: and I can't get down EWeston: Help me up! Principalpoop: on and off, like a crazy monkey lily: tickle me hear PissFest: It's a Chester event! EWeston: Qhat's this hear? shoes for the dead: there? Ralph: lily: cathwood help wes up ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Principalpoop: 10 thousand people barely satisfied Nabby: eh? oh! Nabby: Ralph is _______ Beet: negative force to ground pinholeF200: Resistance is futile lily: cartherwood help ew up please EWeston: Musta pissed him off Principalpoop: pig lewis and the continental cocktails shoes for the dead: ralph is qrp ||||||||| 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!" ||||||||| "9:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims BrianThatIsCalledBrian, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Nabby: these recordings won't alter my DNA will they PissFest: It's the oiled beer EWeston: S'ok I'm at knee level and moving up Paisley again: The flute room? Nabby: Catherwouldn't lily: flower beds of down Beet: too late to worry about altered DNA Nab EWeston: Is he breathing? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Fudd in through the front door at 9:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Nabby: flowing downer beds Nabby: whew that's good Beet lily: upper bunks ||||||||| 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." shoes for the dead: my kids turned out ok,Nabby EWeston: Flowerring flowered beads PissFest: How refreshing! Nabby: Well that's encouraging shoes ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. lily: beads of sweat sweets Principalpoop: flowers in their hair, flowers everywhere hurricane-style: Like worms out of a hot cheese log shoes for the dead: whore's corsettes PissFest: horse corsets? lily: the crunchiw bits EWeston: Is that's what's dripping off my nose? Principalpoop: into the juicy jaws of fate Beet: there goes Acme junior again Mudhead: g'night all shoes for the dead: aw shaddap DJTweeny: Hi Fudd Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln Nabby: hey Mud take care Beet: Mud is leaving Principalpoop: evening mister justice ||||||||| 10:01 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). EWeston: Sleep goodly Shoes Paisley again: We're still waiting for the electrician! EWeston: Mud first though lily: Beet DJTweeny EWeston Fudd hurricane-style lily Nabby Paisley again PissFest Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead pinholeF200 Ralph Principalpoop: morts shorts Paisley again: Or someone very like him lily: Beet DJTweeny EWeston Fudd hurricane-style lily Nabby Paisley again PissFest Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead pinholeF200 Ralph night night late funny folk shoes for the dead: who am us anyway? lily:thenks tween Principalpoop: night lily Nabby: next time lily stay groovy EWeston: See yez on the funway toots Principalpoop: far out Beet: enjoy the rest of the night, lily shoes for the dead: by lily pinholeF200: Next week, lily lily: nabby it got some grooves Principalpoop: ahh ribbed, hehe pinholeF200: In De Skies DJTweeny: yw lily :-) ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Paisley again: Bye lily, buy low Principalpoop: let me clean his clock boss EWeston: That corespondence course paid off then Beet: there goes Acme junior again hurricane-style: in that dangerous smoke-easy again EWeston: Active bladder on that kid Principalpoop: tb award shoes for the dead: sumtran kick dancing pinholeF200: She fell right over Beet: she sets him up he knocks her down Principalpoop: more sugar, thats rich, hahaha Paisley again: She's no fun.... EWeston: Thanks dad, mom, and your new wife Ethel Nabby: back PissFest: Give em the gunsel Principalpoop: the south side of a north bound nabby, yowzah Nabby: and forth PissFest: I like your organ, honey, & I love you ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'RockyRococo', just granted probation at 10:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly. shoes for the dead: firth of forth pinholeF200: I'll have some organ honey Nabby: indeed ppoop, indeed Beet: there goes Acme junior again EWeston: That rented costumn is a winner too PissFest: Rococo you sleazy weasel! Principalpoop: and the mosey, on the mosey, across the mosey Beet: pro inhibition RockyRococo: Do you know what *this* is..? DJTweeny: Hi Rocky Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln Paisley again: Brown paper bag EWeston: That's the place, fior me Principalpoop: a brown paper bag EWeston: It fits! RockyRococo: That's a 2 bit ring from a cracker back jox Principalpoop: a pickle shoes for the dead: now pull the lever Principalpoop: and leave the puller Paisley again: Or my finger! RockyRococo: Do you remember Nancy..? EWeston: The one that says do not pull? Nabby: now it's a 32bit ring Paisley again: Lol! RockyRococo: 64 bit small change! ;-) shoes for the dead: yes lever B EWeston: And the box is down the duct ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Fudd - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Ralph - dead from The Plague ||||||||| laughingcow - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Floral Acres - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Red Greenback - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... RockyRococo: How about Susan Underhill..? Nabby: there they go Paisley again: There must be 50ways to love your lever ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Cat in through the front door at 10:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: a ghastly reaping! DJTweeny: Hi Cat Principalpoop: 50? i lowballed it EWeston: 51 ways to cook your liver Nabby: Hey Cat RockyRococo: But what about the elevator boy..? Principalpoop: hi cat shoes for the dead: onthe holy grid Principalpoop: you missed dexter, E and mudhead pinholeF200: Tesla Coil? Cat: just dropped by to offer my condolences to robin EWeston: In Electric Blue hurricane-style: Don't trip over that chord... Beet: Hi Cat Cat: too sick to type RockyRococo: Why.. that's a cross signifying the quartering of the universe into 4 equal parts! Principalpoop: get well soon cat Cat: will now go back to bed EWeston: A dismal week in some ways ||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:12 PM train to Vancouver. Paisley again: Dr Suess said don Nabby: Take care Cat & see you DJTweeny: Damn, Cat :( Beet: hello/goodbye shoes for the dead: get well cat DJTweeny: Globner's again? DJTweeny: Yes Cat, heal quickly Paisley again: Don't cry cos it's over, smile cos it happened EWeston: The recursive Globners RockyRococo: Grubs again... pinholeF200: How does he make his voice do that? EWeston: A whip RockyRococo: We can't talk here.. Nabby: lol Principalpoop: i like his nose, its rubber, i like it RockyRococo: Give him something for his cough Nabby: It's rubber. It's chewy. I like it. Nabby: lol ppoop Beet: here's a quarter Principalpoop: yes indeed lol Paisley again: That's not much EWeston: The bathroom calls, again pinholeF200: Thats not much shoes for the dead: it's is ube RockyRococo: I know .. let's turn him on his head.. Beet: not much of a cough pinholeF200: Deja vu again RockyRococo: Where's a gas station? Did i pass one? pinholeF200: Deja vu again Principalpoop: I'm not joe and he's not jim RockyRococo: Forward.. into the past!... shoes for the dead: echo in here RockyRococo: Well then .. it's *treaty* time... DJTweeny: lol EWeston: Over the golden staircase and up the rainbow bridge Paisley again: Sign the tweety Nabby: echo in ear EWeston: Here kitty kitty Nabby: wawawawawa RockyRococo: Don't go in there! There's spiders! You'll break your leg! shoes for the dead: icrphone orking? Principalpoop: on a slow boat to java Beet: stones is a snowball shoes for the dead: exploited, I guess EWeston: Between the Mocha Jave Straits RockyRococo: How 'bout bendin' a coupla medoodah rolls..? If yah catch mah meanin' .. if yah get mah drift..? EWeston: Java Nabby: sax and violins! ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: Violints ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Beet: high energy play ||||||||| hurricane-style leaves at 10:18 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..." Principalpoop: who's behind is the giant rat of sumatra? EWeston: Gimme that guitar! RockyRococo: Please don't squeak the balloons while the show is in progress... shoes for the dead: Saxon violence Nabby: crazed insane weirdly cool album EWeston: Their most linear Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Principalpoop: dog walking Nabby: interesting EW pinholeF200: A linear amplifier EWeston: Say arf for me RockyRococo: Your AM.. and your FM Nabby: arf she said shoes for the dead: doggedly RockyRococo: Designed with your mind in mind EWeston: Then we must flea DJTweeny: faith-based missile shield lol RockyRococo: .. giving away chocolate malteds and free high schools! DJTweeny: Black Christmas Act EWeston: The Rat could be done on stage. Just needs someone good enough and brave enough Paisley again: I got my two tones through the floorboards now! shoes for the dead: yuppers, EW RockyRococo: Now we can make *Tacos* .. i've been waiting for hunderds of years! Beet: and into the smog shoes for the dead: MC5 of comedy Nabby: The MC5 of comedy Nabby: lol shoes ||||||||| "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!" Paisley again: Into a great sandstone building ||||||||| Lugar Axhandel waltzes in at 10:23 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. RockyRococo: Why don't you pick up your ques.. they must be dry by now... DJTweeny: Hi Lugar RockyRococo: Hey in there! Your door knocker just fell off! Lugar Axhandel: howfy friends shoes for the dead: did Phil tape stuff for this? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “OUT OF THE FOG - Live In London 2005” - 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 performance has not been released) **' Paisley again: Hi sheriff! EWeston: Disarmed I'm sure RockyRococo: Out of the fog.. into the smog... doggedly ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:24 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from Billville." ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Lugar Axhandel: my first time visiting the chat. DJTweeny: Hi Lil RockyRococo: You mean Nancy..? shoes for the dead: rotate on your sanitary pedestal lugar DJTweeny: Great to have you here, Lugar :-) 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 EWeston: I mean in whose movie? pinholeF200: God, that's good! Beet: Welcome Lugar RockyRococo: Duluth bucko..? You can get Tierra del Fuego! Lil:Hi Tweeny, all Paisley again: Timothy learns dead... Beet: Nice to see you Lil RockyRococo: Betty Joe Beyolovski! Paisley again: Leary's 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 Lil: Sorry I missed the Williams tribute, any chance of accessing it somewhere? Paisley again: You mean nancy? EWeston: Lil, wanna buy a cheap used Terra del Fuego? Principalpoop: back, noooo, he's outside, looking in Lugar Axhandel: my android is not cutting the mustard for this. im signing off. lets see quote... ill just fade my voice out like this and cute the organist... oh my goidness... EWeston: The program repteats on my puter Lil Paisley again: Bye lug ar! EWeston: Repeats too shoes for the dead: good radio technique, Lugar Principalpoop: call me a cab, a banana split or something, til next wee ||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Lugar Axhandel: bye Paisley Beet: nite Poop EWeston: A hot paislely sunday upon your bones Lil: Thanks Beet. actually am pretty mudheadded as recovering from surgery last week Lugar Axhandel: 'night Shoes Beet: they gave you some good dope, then? DJTweeny: Hope you're recovering well, Lil ||||||||| Lugar Axhandel leaves to catch the 10:31 PM train to Billville. Lil: Thanks EW I'll have to see if that works on mine EWeston: The best, for purely medicinal purpoeses you uhherstan? Paisley again: I'm going to look for something for an acid stomach. Coming mother! Beet: I do hope you are recovering. Sorry about the dope crack Nabby: Feel better soon Lil : bye Paisley Lil: The best but you know they never let you bring the dopes home shoes for the dead: beat the reaper, Lil Lil: That's ok thanks Beet EWeston: Or the nurses either Nabby: Reet the beeper Lil: Yep LOL Lil: Thanks for the good wishes Tweeny, Nabby EWeston: Blart the bleeper shoes for the dead: reap the beater Nabby: Honk Lil Lil: Catherwood never wasted me so I finally had to do something drastic ||||||||| Catherwood wasteds Lil so i finally had to do something drastic.
DJTweeny wonders of Merlyn or Doc went to England with them to do the sound effects Nabby: And Syfy EWeston: Eees back! ||||||||| 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: I can teach you a new disease I picked up in the Navy ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Mr. Bark Bark', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... DJTweeny: Nice try, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear DJTweeny DJTweeny: Hi Mr. Bark Mr. Bark Bark: Heya, Joe! Lil: Catherwood you are truly demented ||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Lil and queries "Something I can help with?" Mr. Bark Bark: That lovely piece of cake we've all been waiting for! Nabby: Rove at will shoes for the dead: underwater theme park Lil: LOL pinhole EWeston: Featuring the Stanie Monica underwater marching band Mr. Bark Bark: Greetings from St. Louis, where we're "bringing the war back home!" shoes for the dead: steeerio HIFI Lil: If I go quiet I'm just enjoying my pain EWeston: Militarized police for everyone Mr. Bark Bark: That's People's Commisioner Tirebiter to you, son. shoes for the dead: and nobady's sweetheart pinholeF200: Missouri Governor's name is Nixon!!! Mr. Bark Bark: OK, dad, I give, I give! EWeston: Watch out Fox spotted a New Black Pabther in your nieghborhood Mr. Bark Bark: That's my cat. EWeston: Shoot Fox a pic of him DJTweeny: would have guessed Wallace, pinhole ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RockyRococo - dead from measles ||||||||| captain_kirk - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr. Bark Bark: Can't I just shoot the fox? pinholeF200: Nostalgic '60's racism shoes for the dead: no, just squeeze it ||||||||| 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: A difuse target, hard to bring down with a bullet Mr. Bark Bark: Who knew the civil rights movement would involve so much shopping! shoes for the dead: it'll pass more news Mr. Bark Bark: Is that what it's passing? EWeston: Near half a mill in good military surplus to that commnities police force Mr. Bark Bark: But it does explain why they can't afford good police that represent the people there... shoes for the dead: pass the lord EWeston: Or a community outreach program Mr. Bark Bark: And praise the ammunition! ||||||||| 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!" PissFest: They're bringing the war back home EWeston: Got some holy depleted uranium shells here, cheap at half the price pinholeF200: Closed airspace to keep out new helicopters Nabby: What? Mr. Bark Bark: Excuse me for saying this, Lurlene, but ever since Anzio you've been acting like a spoiled b--- pinholeF200: News helicopters.... EWeston: Ferguson Mi Nabby shoes for the dead: the cops get scared when the comunity outreaches them DJTweeny: pretty much what's heppening PF Mr. Bark Bark: But they're reaching for the sky! DJTweeny: *Happening DJTweeny: and it ain't hep EWeston: Nope, a really bad scene ||||||||| 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' Mr. Bark Bark: It's strange, I've lived in St. Louis since 1968, but I've only been through Ferguson maybe twice, till we got a new puppy and the vet's in that municipality-- been there about three times since May. pinholeF200: Grew up (as much as I did) in Ferguson, my dad too.... EWeston: I remember what JFK said about Berlin Mr. Bark Bark: Wow-- my friend Rod did too. Nabby:http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/police-captain-walks-ferguson-protesters Nabby: the doctor is ON pinholeF200: When my dad was a kid, by law all blacks had to be off the streets by sunset EWeston: Grid willing Mr. Bark Bark: Well, that Talking Points story is a step in the right direction... DJTweeny: just because the show's over doesn't mean you all can't stick around and talk :-) pinholeF200: Going to march there on Saturday Mr. Bark Bark: Wow. That'll be a huge crowd. Nabby: Gotta start somewhere Bark Bark EWeston: Good pF wish I was there shoes for the dead: I read hacker Dr Mr. Bark Bark: Hey, Power-o, they broke the president! EWeston: I;ll go get my wife Nabby: *applause* Beet: I would like to have been a fly on the wall when they wrote that Nabby:Hey Tweeny thanks! shoes for the dead:Thanks Tween! pinholeF200: Great show thanks for the Robin Williams stuff ||||||||| 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: Thanks to yiu Tweeny yer honor Beet: Been a great evening. Thanks to everyone. Thanks to Tween as usual. See you next week. Nite. EWeston: Yah a lovely evening...like usual. Take care folks ||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 10:51 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! L_Kelraith: Thank you! Nabby: Thanks nuts in a dish! Mr. Bark Bark: Thanks, Joe! squeeze_the_wheeze: enjoy the evening Timeghost: Thanks to all involved. Hear you next time! ||||||||| At 10:51 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, EWeston!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: Hey "L" Nabby: Bye ghost Nabby: Honk squeeze Lil: Bon weekend everybody Nabby: Later Lil squeeze_the_wheeze: anytime i see trails i am happy
DJTweeny inflates his shoes PissFest: Thanks folks & thanks for hope from Ferguson ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 10:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Mr. Bark Bark: Amen Nabby: Positive waves, all -- be good! Lil: Good show Nabby: *poof* Lil: Pudding Mr. Bark Bark: Next Week! DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| At 10:54 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTweeny!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| 10:54 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Porgy - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| liambill - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| just jim - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Paisley again - 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: ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| PissFest - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Timeghost - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Beet - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| L_Kelraith - dead from measles ||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| EWeston - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) inside, makes a note of the time (11:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where am I? Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Who am I? ||||||||| Around 11:16 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Yung Gai steals in around 11:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Yung Gai: If rats were the size of english school children they would wipe us out in a week! Yung Gai: More Yankee pig nuts! ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lamar - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 11:25 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Doctor Hofman, what did you put in my coffee? The whole room is spinning! And I am loving it all! ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Yung Gai - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| late - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Clyde McBarney', just granted probation at 1:42 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Clyde McBarney - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Clyde McBarney', just granted probation at 1:57 AM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Clyde McBarney - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "2:30 AM? 2:30 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Kansas should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Kansas enters and sits in the comfy chair. Kansas: Boy, I'm pooped... Kansas: I missed Beat the Reaper again...dangit..Hey I remember Clyde.. ||||||||| It's 2:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Kansas - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| johnnyventure steps in at 3:06 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker. johnnyventure: Is this the chapel? johnnyventure: We cand dawk ere.......... ||||||||| 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:
barefoot
Beet
BrianThatIsCalledBrian
brilliantatbreakfast
Captain Equinox
Cat
CE
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Floral Acres
folman(person)
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
hurricane-style
johnnyventure
Kansas
lamar
late
laughingcow
Lil
lily
Liver
L_Kelraith
Lugar Axhandel
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Paisley again
pinholeF200
PissFest
Principalpoop
Ralph
RockyRococo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
SnorkyBoy
squeeze_the_wheeze
Timeghost
Yung Gai
