Weekly Firesign Chat Cheese Log

A Firesign Chat
08/28/2014

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Special appearance by
Phil Austin

||||||||| 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 28, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads RedPillTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (8:29 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 8:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies lily in through the front door at 4:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: hahahahaha
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 5:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| DJTweeny enters at 8:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 8:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:42pmET - you can join the streams now (NO AUDIO YET - just a chance for everybody to get connected) at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters with uh, Clem close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
DJTweeny: Hi Clem
||||||||| Outside, the 8:36 PM bus from London pulls away, leaving Bumpy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi Bumby
DJTweeny: all the way from the UK eh? Cool :-)
uh, Clem: Should it be, "Always nice to see you, uhClem?"
Bumpy: Hi
DJTweeny: Merlyn should program that ;)
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - 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) **'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:42 PM and late as usual, it's lily, just back from Marion."
lily: Hello all
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:43 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
DJTweeny: hi lily
DJTweeny: Hey Mudhead
Mudhead: Helloooo
Mudhead: Hi All
||||||||| Catherwood escorts General Dysfunction in through the front door at 8:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
General Dysfunction: good evening, good music djt
DJTweeny: Hi General
DJTweeny: merci :)
lily: Hi DJ and thanks in advance for a lovely evening
General Dysfunction: dasdevanya
DJTweeny: always fun for me, lily :)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rob into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
lily: I have not heard this one tonight
DJTweeny: Hi Rob
Rob: Hi
Mudhead: hi all
DJTweeny: I think a lot of people may not be familiar with it
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 8:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
General Dysfunction: yeah Bonnie!
Mudhead: Hi E
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
Elayne: Evenin' all! Why are we here so early?
lily: so aybe listen more that futz but I love to futz
Mudhead: here for the pre-show
General Dysfunction: anticipation
DJTweeny: so you can listen to some good warm-up music, of course :)
Elayne: Guess the Facebook reminders means more people, so folks get here for, as you say Mudhead, the pre-show.
||||||||| "8:48 PM? 8:48 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ah, Clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ah, Clem enters and sits in the comfy chair.
lily: ennjoy the rigamarole
DJTweeny: yeah, it's good to get everyone here and connected before the show starts
Mudhead: thats with red sauce right?
DJTweeny: hello other clem
General Dysfunction: and the ragtag ruffians
lily: tatar tartans
Mudhead: with butter I believe
ah, Clem: I'm here early because I
General Dysfunction: ah, yes?
lily: yes yes you are
ah, Clem: will be passed out within the hour
DJTweeny: He is here therefore he am
Mudhead: yams?
General Dysfunction: then timeliness is of the essence
DJTweeny: big meal, clem?
Mudhead: essence of yams
lily: with butter
Mudhead: more sugar!
ah, Clem: small meal, big drinks
lily: tickle my brains
DJTweeny: that too will do it ;)
General Dysfunction: big drinks and that Hammond B3
||||||||| Cat tiptoes in around 8:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
ah, Clem: so butter my butt and call me a biscuit
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Cat: Hi all
Mudhead: Hiya Cat, my sincere condolences
DJTweeny: lol clem
lily: cathwood lets not have that
Elayne: Yeah, I may be passed out as well. Particularly jarring homeward bound commute this evening, at least it affected me to a greater extent than usual. Still feeling the motion sickness.
||||||||| "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!"
Elayne: Evenin' Cat!
Cat: Thank you, Mud.
Cat: Hi El
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please get everyone some buttered yams
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone some buttered yams.
Mudhead: Hey, these are battered
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
lily: yam good
General Dysfunction: mine are clabbered
||||||||| EWeston tiptoes in around 8:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Oh dear, buttered yams... I think I'm going to be ill... ill-er...
Elayne: Evenin' EWeston!
lily: plank yams in gravey
||||||||| "8:54 PM? 8:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bumpy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'MobyD', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
General Dysfunction: sitting in the comfy chair
DJTweeny: Hi Moby
DJTweeny: not... the Comfy Chair!!
Mudhead: pan grilled sweet potatoes in butter, one of my favs
EWeston: Elayne gut evinin, hey Tweeney and youse other regulars
lily: fan on my feet
Cat: Hi Dex
||||||||| Jeeum enters at 8:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
General Dysfunction: yar
DJTweeny: sounds good Mud
DJTweeny: Hi Jeeum
Mudhead: I roll them in pistachio bits
||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mac cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mac cat enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'char', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
lily: yar dude
||||||||| 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: Hi char
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat, Elayne, Tween, EW,Mudhead and all
||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
MobyD: Wait! I thought I was Nancy!
Mudhead: Evenin Dex
DJTweeny: Hey P
General Dysfunction: many cats of an evening
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: hi all, including you
Mudhead: Howdy PP
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Woodrow Stool inside, makes a note of the time (8:57 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Pooper's early
DJTweeny: Hi Woodrow
Principalpoop: should I recognize this song
Dexter Fong: Heloo Woodrow
Principalpoop: yes, dog wanted out early, so I came back in and checked in
DJTweeny: rather a classic
Woodrow Stool: Helooo all
EWeston: Yes
DJTweeny: The Price Is Right?
General Dysfunction: if you're of an age
EWeston: Howdy, assume the poeition
Principalpoop: a cover by who?
Mudhead: This from the Second Woodstock?
DJTweeny: not a cover, live
lily: said the sage
Principalpoop: now that I heard words
General Dysfunction: live
DJTweeny: from Deja Vu Live
Principalpoop: lordy, the beat is much harder
||||||||| shoes for the dead waltzes in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.

shoes for the dead: Howdy
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's not Ed, just back from Las Vegas."
Principalpoop: ahh, could be my old bad ears too, not hearing it right, how is everyone?
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
Mudhead: Fellow From Yasgers farm fans
Woodrow Stool: nice knocker
EWeston: Loose shoes alert
DJTweeny: Hi Ed
Principalpoop: feet apparel in the house
not Ed: I'm not Ed
shoes for the dead: and he's not Joe
EWeston: And he's not Joe
Dexter Fong: A ;ikely story
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and pinholeF200 bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: echo in here
EWeston: Ther'es an echo in here
Cat: Where is this from?
lily: echo
EWeston: Stop that
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Dexter Fong: that
shoes for the dead: hi pinh
||||||||| Around 9:02 PM, pinholeF200 walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: tick or tock
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'pinholeF200', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
EWeston: I'm being grooved arrgh!
shoes for the dead: is that the only choice?
Mudhead: Ive been regrooved
Principalpoop: tit or tat
Mudhead: Well, what is tat?
lily: warped vinal
Principalpoop: pit or pat
pinholeF200: Back from the shadows again
EWeston: They're doing wonderful things with lazers I hear
lily: vynal
Mudhead: I dont hear much after the lazers
Principalpoop: i hear a tweeny, aka kurt, or kirt or curt
EWeston: Joe Vynal the Detroit smit man
Mudhead: In one side
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Mudhead: and out the other
Elayne: Oh, please someonne Skype with Tween!
shoes for the dead: the old inout
lily: in the do da room
General Dysfunction: I've never been to the Next World
EWeston: Teslacle Deviant lives, maybe.
Elayne: I'm glad you're playing Next World, Tween, I never could get into this album and I think I need to give it more listens.
Mudhead: Fudds Law, Fudds Law Dammit!~
shoes for the dead: me too El
EWeston: Some of the finest dammit in historys
Principalpoop: fodder for the media, mudda for the theatre
Elayne: "Aggressiveness?" There's an actual real word for that.
EWeston: Ballet lessons for little sister, at knife point if necessary
shoes for the dead: strap in!
pinholeF200: Are you sure that you don't mean real actual
General Dysfunction: im ready oh ready i am
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “IN THE NEXT WORLD YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” - 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/firtheatinne.html **'
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
Beet: ah, Clem, Cat, DJTweeny, Elayne, General Dysfunction, lily, Mudhead. EW, Dex. shoes, poop et al Good Evening
Principalpoop: setting in beet
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
shoes for the dead: hey Beet
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
EWeston: Happy kabluna Beet
Elayne: Hello Beet!
Beet: with some sour cream
lily: beet watss up
lily: I am sluring my typinggg
EWeston: In the next beet there is a sugar nodule
Beet: nice crowd in here tonight
Principalpoop: or a singing module
Cat: Smetana, my only word of Ukranian. My Ukranian speaking grandma used to insist I put more sour cream in her borscht
DJTweeny: Who you callin' nice??
EWeston: Sound proof for your protection
shoes for the dead: does it mean more?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'llanwydd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Mudhead: Play Sneezers Chicken Tweeny
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| char - dead from measles
||||||||| Jeeum - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Rob - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pinholeF200: Sounds like our post-1984 world
llanwydd: evening, folks
Cat: Hi llan
llanwydd: I got a special invite this afternoon
shoes for the dead: or sour cream
Dexter Fong: Heyllan
Mudhead: Hi ian
Beet: sour cream does elevate beets into sub;imity
DJTweeny: OK Mud, will play it at the break
lily: no one called you mice it would be mouse the is only one of you
Beet: thats sublimity
Elayne: Hi Llan! Sorry to chime in a bit late.
EWeston: Maybe a special vampire trick?
llanwydd: no, lily, no one has called me a mouse lately
pinholeF200: Drive thru liquor by the drink
lily: over there
llanwydd: hold the olives hold the onions
||||||||| Catherwood leads dhoodness into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Under wear
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: here?
llanwydd: evening, dhood
llanwydd: is that prounouced dudeness?
Dexter Fong: It's an interesting approach =)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Ah, hadn't caught that was from Pink Hotel's "Over The Edge"
EWeston: contraceptives should be used in every concievable occasion
DJTweeny: Hi hood, Merl
Principalpoop: hey M
Beet: hey merl
shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn
llanwydd: love pink hotel
Mudhead: Howdy Merlyn
Cat: Hey Merl. You missed the 2 Phils here last week
Merlyn: heya
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTweeny: me to LL, and hello
EWeston: Meryl where's earl?
DJTweeny: Good to see you here :)
shoes for the dead: don't you mean inconceivable?
llanwydd: weston, that reminds me of a woody allen joke
Merlyn: did they make it?
lily: love hotels are pink
EWeston: Training wheels for beginners
Cat: actually they come in all colours, lily
llanwydd: he said "I'll give you an example of oral contracption. I asked a woman to go to bed with me and she said no".
Merlyn: I'll have to fudge the log to add them
lily: more like clamps
llanwydd: very concise
EWeston: It's a Spike Milligan, the well known typing error, line
DJTweeny: lol LL
llanwydd: anybody want a vodka tonic?
DJTweeny: good one
Mudhead: Theres also kneecap contraception, the girls kept their knees together
Cat: Sangria for me.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
llanwydd: lol muddy
lily: 2 please I'll let one evaporate
shoes for the dead: hello Woodrow
General Dysfunction: sue, and peggy, and woodrow, and cecil, and doris and ethel
pinholeF200: Smells like a dead cat in here
EWeston: Thank you Sessil
Beet: he's in the soap
llanwydd: vodka tonic for everyone, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs llanwydd
shoes for the dead: french soap le chat mort
Mudhead: Thats also like the aspirin contraception, the girls held an aspirin between their knees.
llanwydd: a friend of mine showed me how to make a perfect one
llanwydd: WELL!
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, apoologize to llanwydd
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dexter Fong
lily: deep
EWeston: According to some republican brains girls can always just shut it all down.
General Dysfunction: catherwood is acting independently, what the hell
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to General Dysfunction and says "Did you want something?"
lily: I refuse that sperm
Beet: What, the government?
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:18 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
llanwydd: is that a recent issue, weston?
General Dysfunction: I want an explanation Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets an explanation.
llanwydd: in the news or something?
EWeston: One of many idiot things the God has said recently. I frequent Media matters
DJTweeny: Mud, didn't realize that Sneer's was from Give Us A Break
lily: oh he cant live without that
shoes for the dead: tall glass of meat
llanwydd: the God? I'm new to this
||||||||| 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!"
Mudhead: Ive always been needin to know dat
EWeston: Gop Rather. though they do claim to know what he thinks
llanwydd: I didn't get that gag from next world about "glass of meat"
lily: They
llanwydd: I played it for a friend and he thought it was hilarious but I didn't get it
EWeston: You know them
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
||||||||| At 9:20 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
DJTweeny: not sure I want to get it, LL
pinholeF200: Don't gag on it, it's just meat
Beet: Is that supposed to be jerry lewis
EWeston: Fema grabbed Elyne?
General Dysfunction: NSA
shoes for the dead: NSA zapped her
lily: can o bulls
EWeston: We should really stop teasing them, giggle.
llanwydd: oh, nsa again? who's the nsa guy this week?
Beet: didn't the 2Phils hint that they might show up this week?
lily: Hello NSA Person of the week
Cat: did they, beet?
llanwydd: Both Phils! cool
llanwydd: I met both phils in one night in 1981
Cat: Proc mentioned the new documentary in his most recent Planet which came out after last week's chat
Beet: that was what i gathered. Didn't you Tween?
Cat: Said it was in "pre-production"
Cat: Now Merl can turn them red.
Cat: They had trouble proving their identity without that colour
EWeston: That usually means ripping out chapters and the best parts.
DJTweeny: Jerry Lewis, Beet? dunno
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dhoodness - dead from The Plague
||||||||| MobyD - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: I meant about 2phils showing up, Tween
General Dysfunction: i see by your colour that you are canadian?
||||||||| Miss Lurleen sashays in at 9:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
llanwydd: so long woody, you nazi
DJTweeny: Reaped!
DJTweeny: Hi Laureen
Dexter Fong: lol llan
Mudhead: Whatkinda peeps we lettin here?
EWeston: Frozen reheated and returned water before you're ready
DJTweeny: Sorry Beet, I missed what you were saying about them
DJTweeny: They did show up, if that's what you're asking
DJTweeny: I just didn't know how to make their names red
Beet: we'll know soon enough anyway
pinholeF200: Eat flaming death, facist media pigs
Merlyn: I backfixed last week's log
Mudhead: Not makin em Commies I hope
EWeston: More and more peeple are color challenged
DJTweeny: Thanks Merlyn :)
llanwydd: very strange, I've gained two pounds today and I haven't eaten yet
lily: all good things are right here right now
General Dysfunction: save the country skipper
llanwydd: have no idea how that could happen
Beet: right lil
Cat: I guess you didn't split the key with the sound effects man, llan
General Dysfunction: you bet lil
shoes for the dead: just a gravity shift, llan
EWeston: Water retension
llanwydd: country skipper? I've heard of country captain
llanwydd: LOL cat
||||||||| 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."
General Dysfunction: bad day at blackred rock
Mudhead: Ive heard of the magnetic variation, but never thought Id die before it
llanwydd: catherwood, please get a vodka tonic for everybody and put a slice of orange in it
||||||||| Catherwood gets a vodka tonic for everybody and put a slice of orange in it.
Beet: Howard Cosell
EWeston: Poles shift, not people
General Dysfunction: thanks llanwydd and catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside General Dysfunction and inquires "Did you need me?"
llanwydd: did you see BDaBR, Gen. D?
llanwydd: great film
Mudhead: No soda for me Catherwood, Ive got gas
||||||||| Catherwood fors Mudhead ive got gas.
EWeston: The real fuel!
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: oh yes, spencer tracy cannot be beat
shoes for the dead: Poles are people too
llanwydd: tracy was great. I was just as impressed with borgnine
pinholeF200: I'm sorry about it too
EWeston: The West pole is reclusive
llanwydd: west pole? wonder where that would be. greenwich?
General Dysfunction: yeah, borgnine beat up by a one armed guy, a guy with one arm , a slightly armed guy
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: North Grennicht
shoes for the dead: the Eastern Pole is in Europe
Cat: I saw that flick in the 60s. Must watch it again.
Mudhead: Ive got to go move my van, we're getting flooded out here brb
llanwydd: yes there are many eastern Poles in europe
EWeston: Careful Mudhead
lily: so moving a van stops flooding
EWeston: Plays hob with my compass
shoes for the dead: or causes it
llanwydd: flooded? where is mudhead?
EWeston: Like mobile homes and tornadoes?
General Dysfunction: the lowlands, oh my god!
lily: who knew
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
EWeston: Der Shiftner
General Dysfunction: onedaddy 57
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
llanwydd: I'm in florida right on the east coast. I've been here for three and a half years. we have rain every afternoon and big storms but never any floods
shoes for the dead: code 69
shoes for the dead: just sinkholes llan
EWeston: Drood 96
llanwydd: I've checked out the Funway several times
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
lily: finkrat 54
General Dysfunction: in eastern washington there weren't many floods till the fires took all the trees
EWeston: I like his car
pinholeF200: Can pry his gun out of his hot dead hands
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Cat: So Hello Kitty isn't a cat?
llanwydd: that's interesting. didn't here about the forest fires. thought they were a california phenomenon
lily: lol
EWeston: Its a life style
pinholeF200: Eat facist death, flaming media pigs
EWeston: We've had some sumping landscapes too
DJTweeny: Was The Funway fun, LL?
llanwydd: watching the news right now. new russian invasion of ukraine
EWeston: Glutin free?
llanwydd: funway is always fun
shoes for the dead: Eat flaming media, fascist death pigs
lily: altitude
llanwydd: good, shoes
General Dysfunction: ty ty tyrebiter
DJTweeny: lol
Cat: I'm glad my grandparents left Ukraine long ago.
llanwydd: the tirebiter is gonna be the first to go...
EWeston: We'll send the Atomic Chainsaw Killer
Beet: I think Putin is going through menopause
llanwydd: interesting cat. when did they immigrate?
lily: if he only suffered these hot flashes
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
llanwydd: putin has been there an awful long time, hasn't he?
General Dysfunction: he looks so facelifted
shoes for the dead: he needs a Harley and some hash
llanwydd: don't they have term limits?
EWeston: One Foxie tart wished he was in charge here for 48 hrs, and straighten us all out.
Cat: early part of the last century, don't know the exact year. before ww1
llanwydd: I'd love some hash
Beet: Got any hash?
Cat: it is a loveable substance.
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: We;ve still got some corn
lily: found cans o hash in cupboard
pinholeF200: I've still got some corn left
lily: smoke that
Beet: now we can make tortillas
||||||||| "9:43 PM? 9:43 PM!!" says Catherwood, "not insane should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as not insane enters and sits at the bar.
llanwydd: you could make an awful lot of money, lily
Cat: you know the story about bergman smuggling hash in cans of peas?
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork!
General Dysfunction: such a pretty umber colour
EWeston: Canadian? that's extremely potent!
lily: frindes only llanwydd
shoes for the dead: no Cat
DJTweeny: Hi NI. Unfortunately, the album is almost over :/
General Dysfunction: Catherwood, please give everyone some hash
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some hash.
Mudhead: hello again, emergency averted
EWeston: A freind recieved a can of hash from Canada in the 70's. Yes it was that kind of hash
DJTweeny: We do have a Let's Eat radio broadcast coming up next
Cat: Merl seems to have faded away. He knew Bergman much better than I did.
Beet: Thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "It was a pleasure to serve you..."
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
||||||||| "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!"
shoes for the dead: it's still warm!!
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EWeston: Moving water can not be your friend
Cat: Apparently Bergman's brother worked on a farm in Aghanistan, growing mj and peas.
DJTweeny: wow, really...
Cat: Bregman had a number of potent cans in his motorcylce when he tried to cross the border into turkey.
not insane: its from the water where the bears go
Mudhead: The hurricane is pushing water into Long Island Sound and up the Thames river, which my van is parked next to.
DJTweeny: Hope it's out of harm's way now
Cat: he didn't have a visa so he leant the border cop his bike to go and wake up the proper authority to get his visa.
EWeston: Surge's up!
Mudhead: up on the street, 20' higher
Cat: that's where the begining of Electrician comes from
Beet: wet dreamy experience
DJTweeny: bet that's where the 3 new words in turkish bit
shoes for the dead: makes sense, Cat
DJTweeny: *comes from
Cat: a friend of Pete's told me that tale, nevre heard it directly from him.
pinholeF200: Now all the way down the dial, darlin'
General Dysfunction: flood insurance on the van
shoes for the dead: the Radio
Mudhead: no, i cant afford it
DJTweeny: bet it's expensive there
Mudhead: just the minimum insurance is over $100 a month
lily: lie up two cigs will ya
EWeston: Red Green did a van/boat conversion. I don't recomend it
llanwydd: I'm making dal right now. one of the healthiest food in the world. if anybody wants the recipe just ask
DJTweeny: lol
llanwydd: I usually make it on New Year's Day for the Dal Drop
llanwydd: just joking
General Dysfunction: what means dal?
Cat: My wife eats dal all the time. Her friend makes it.
DJTweeny: ah, fishing....
shoes for the dead: dahl?
Dexter Fong: llan =))
DJTweeny: which they brought back later
llanwydd: it's indian
llanwydd: curried lentils
lily: giant peaches
Mudhead: what kinda food is it?
Dexter Fong: Lentils I believe
Cat: Dex likes Indian food.
shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that?
EWeston: Flying marmosets
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Beet: Hi, Peter
General Dysfunction: ymmmm marmosets
lily: throw your voice than catch it on your nose
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General Dysfunction: lol lily
EWeston: I allways miss
lily: thank god you have more than one
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:52 PM and late as usual, it's Phil Austin, just back from Funfun Town."
llanwydd: more than one what?
shoes for the dead: we bomb, you buy
pinholeF200: Buy Vietnamese sweatsocks to stimulate the American economy
Merlyn: I saw the flying marmosets at the circus
General Dysfunction: buy ohazard suits
DJTweeny: Peter makes such a good point about how being at war isn't something the average citizen has to contribute to in any way
EWeston: It rubber! It's chewy! It'll last forever!
DJTweeny: Hi Phil :)
Cat: It's a Phil!
Phil Austin: Cat: so sorry about icy.
shoes for the dead: hey Phil
Mudhead: Howdy Phil
Beet: Hi Phil
lily: hi phil
EWeston: Yow we's Philed!
Phil Austin: Hi, everyone.
Dexter Fong: Hi Phil
pinholeF200: Yo Phil
EWeston: Evin afternoon good morning
Phil Austin: I guess I once again missed out on being red.
shoes for the dead: hold your breath
llanwydd: welcome, Phil. Good to see you
EWeston: Tought that was sussed.
Merlyn: Now you're red again
pinholeF200: Is that easier than being green?
lily: it will look like eggs on the sidewalk
Cat: And read all over.
Dexter Fong: If Merl ain't here. nobody get colored
DJTweeny: I have instructions now, Dex
shoes for the dead: let's Eat!!
Dexter Fong: Then follow them soldier
EWeston: Is Phil doing anything with music, or vice versa?
lily: snak shac attack
||||||||| Outside, the 9:57 PM crosstown bus from Charlotte pulls away, leaving Hagerine coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “PASTOR FIRESIGN’S PIRATE MINISTRY OF THE AIR”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ **'
Dexter Fong: are ypu asling me EW?
DJTweeny: Hi Hagerine
Cat: Hi Fred
llanwydd: good evening, Hagerine
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
Hagerine: I know... late as usual...
EWeston: I have doubts Dex. Nothing against you, or music
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: Thank you, Phil. He had been fading but it's still a shock not having him around.
Cat: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2010/07/its-round-round-world.html
pinholeF200: What you don't mean won't hurt you
Cat: This is from 4 years ago when he could still run and have fun.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: what xanadu I do
not Ed: I'm still not Ed
llanwydd: how dare it be ten o'clock
Merlyn: It's phili in my left ear
shoes for the dead: and he's still not Joe
lily: time flees like a virgin
EWeston: If you slip will you be a fall?
EWeston: Time flys like an arrow. Fruit flys like banna
pinholeF200: yes time ticks away
Mudhead: If you have ticks we must flea
shoes for the dead: time ticks?
EWeston: Thus creating fleas
lily: flying tics
shoes for the dead: tame ticks
Hagerine: Aw he's no fun, he fell right over...
pinholeF200: not to be confused with albino brain chiggers
||||||||| General Dysfunction is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:04 PM.
EWeston: Painful when they fly off your face
Mudhead: The fleas are having a circus
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lily: freakishly small
EWeston: Thosefleas are imposters
pinholeF200: Doctor told me I would be cured of cancer when I died from something else....(really)
DJTweeny: yipes
Cat: Was your doctor Robin Williams?
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: quite a sense of humor, that doc
EWeston: And emotional cripples
lily: patch adams apple
shoes for the dead: killed many naugas?
Mudhead: Up the Naugatuck River
llanwydd: what are naugas?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
EWeston: Enough to cover the game room
pinholeF200: Told the doctor he could cure all his patients by shooting them....
Beet: fags are born that way?
llanwydd: mrs naugatuck was very very funny
EWeston: Well know for their quality hides
lily: it take so many to make a vest
shoes for the dead: hord to find they hide well
Cat: There was a Jack Poet ad featuring naugas, can't seem to find it on line anywhere
Cat: You now that one, Merl. Bergman is the Pshaw of Armenia
Cat: know
EWeston: There's bit with George Whintigreen hunting Naga's somewhere
Beet: Forgot to say hello to the NSA guy. Hello.
EWeston: Ello sailor!
lily: hello
Beet: It's YOU lily?
Cat: Clark Wintergreen?
lily: yes beet
shoes for the dead: wholley goats revival
EWeston: We have an NSA guyette?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phil Austin - dead from the common cold
||||||||| not insane - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Miss Lurleen - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: clark wintergreen
Beet: cute little spy you
lily: sailed the seven seas and backa gain
Cat: You sure you're not someone else using Lily's name?
EWeston: Point
Dexter Fong: EW: we have a goyem
lily: Wait I just smelled me its me
Beet: Phil's gone
EWeston: Give that goyem the lenth of your tongue
Dexter Fong: And he never even turned red
Cat: I don't know this episode at all.
shoes for the dead: mebbe he's still holding his breath
pinholeF200: Is it Hump Day?
lily: well stop pulling on it it will turn purple
Cat: But this part I remember
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Cat: I have DOMM, but know some episodes better than others.
Rufus_T_Firetween: sure
shoes for the dead: theatre of war
DJTweeny: I've not listened to this one before
EWeston: Good female part
pinholeF200: Saw the script in one of my old FST books
shoes for the dead: all female parts are good
||||||||| 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."
lily: Beet Cat Dexter Fong DJTweeny EWeston lily pinholeF200 Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead gptta gp now love ya se ya bye thanks tween
EWeston: There's a differnce between the guys doing a female part and an XX doing one in their work, usually
DJTweeny: Bye lily, have a great week :)
Dexter Fong: by Lily
lily: toooo tired
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: by lily
pinholeF200: Bye, lily...
EWeston: Lily away gracefully know
Beet: good night, lily. See you next time.
shoes for the dead: do not wilt .Lily
llanwydd: may heaven speed her on her way...and bring her safely back someday
Dexter Fong: be not gilt, Lily
||||||||| blainedragoon enters at 10:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Merlyn: I remember when the Japanese attacked Pearl Bailey
llanwydd: ....she's gone...
Dexter Fong: Were you there Merl?
llanwydd: LOL, Merl
DJTweeny: Hi blained
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
blainedragoon: hey
||||||||| 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!"
Merlyn: A bunch of tourists, I think it was
EWeston: It was a status investment Merl
not Ed: they'tr droppin' whistles again
shoes for the dead: pass the lord and praise the ammunition
blainedragoon: wild bunch of minors
pinholeF200: Cooked by a little Japanese chef
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EWeston: Invest miners!
not Ed: aaawho aahhwonna the secondaaa world warhh you sooo smart
EWeston: Not responsible!
pinholeF200: Sir Gawain and the Dragonet
shoes for the dead: such a dragon not having job
llanwydd: my grandfather was a minor.
llanwydd: I mean miner
shoes for the dead: he was a minor once
EWeston: What was his was mine
llanwydd: yeah but minors don't die from black lung. my grandfather did
not Ed: my grandfather was a cock-teaser at rooster-rama
shoes for the dead: minor yours
llanwydd: lol, not ed
pinholeF200: Did they do it in Dobly?
llanwydd: his mine was in pennsylvania. he was not king solomon
EWeston: Ah coal. Its supposed to be clean now. Not a good way to end your life
llanwydd: true, weston
||||||||| 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: Where there's smoke...there's work!
not Ed: well, as good as any I suppose
Dexter Fong: Not if your house is on fire, pin
EWeston: Death by laughter might be good
DJTweeny: work for firefighters
pinholeF200: Hey, firefighters need work too
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hagerine - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Nice house you got there. Be a pity if it caught fire
llanwydd: death by laughter is an interesting idea but laughter can only do you good
pinholeF200: If that's supposed to be a Japanese accent he's disoriented
EWeston: Para oriental
llanwydd: nobody ever died from laughter. even that great joke..."auf das flipperwalt die gefutsang
shoes for the dead: 2 stolen cases of meningitis
EWeston: It happens in Batman's world
EWeston: Transporting Ebola accross state lines
not Ed: Ebola-rollin'- rollin'
shoes for the dead: ebola about 286
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Cat: What fun the Firesigns had with Eyebola in Radio Now
EWeston: All gold is radioactive. Send it to me today so it can be safely stored
shoes for the dead: will you pay the postage?
llanwydd: never thought of that. Ebola hats
EWeston: Handling is extra, and special. Lead shielding maybe charged for
pinholeF200: US government exploded 2 atom bombs over Japan, 900 on American soil
DJTweeny: They should start offering the Eyeball Hats again
llanwydd: american soil? I'm sure it was american sand
Dexter Fong: That means we owe the japanese 898 more bombs
shoes for the dead: glass now
DJTweeny: just to keep things even?
EWeston: Couple brand new American Islands too
DJTweeny: I think they'll say they can do without them, Dex
pinholeF200: Talk about bringing the war back home....
DJTweeny: indeed
EWeston: The Russians are still ahead of us on this strategic issue
Dexter Fong: a debt is a debt Tween
DJTweeny: They sure have in Ferguson, MO
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
llanwydd: where it ought to have been before...
DJTweeny: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: if we don't deliver, they'llnever trust us completely
llanwydd: I can't take sides in the ferguson issue. we don't know what happened and neither do they
shoes for the dead: Yes Mistress
DJTweeny: I wouldn't trust us
Dexter Fong: if we do deliver, however, trust will never be an issue again
llanwydd: I don't trust me either
DJTweeny: btw Shoes, I still have it in mind to play Yes, Mistress
EWeston: I don't trust me several times a day
DJTweeny: just need to find the right night where it will fit
DJTweeny: It's about 1:15 long
llanwydd: well I gotta head out. great to be here again. nytol
Dexter Fong: i just fall backwards, then I race around and catch me just before I hit the floor
EWeston: Bye Ilan
Beet: See ya llan
Cat: good to see you here again, llan
DJTweeny: later LL
||||||||| "Hey llanwydd!" ... llanwydd turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
shoes for the dead: that'surreal long show, Tween
DJTweeny: it's about over
DJTweeny: 9 minutes
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws
||||||||| blainedragoon - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Deja Fu Dex
Dexter Fong: Eh???
EWeston: Time travel as a martia art
EWeston: Martial too
pinholeF200: Marital?
Cat: sounds like La Jetee
shoes for the dead: time travel as a marital aid
pinholeF200: Or Martian?
Dexter Fong: lol shoes'
EWeston: If that what it takes for a climax that's what it takes, several times
DJTweeny: like that old Bill Bixby show, My Favorite Marital Aid?
Dexter Fong: same time, same place, last year my darling
DJTweeny: later gator
shoes for the dead: i wish this night could go on forever...............
pinholeF200: In Missouri, Climax Springs is near Knob Lick
DJTweeny: yipes pinhole
EWeston: With uncle Martha!
Dexter Fong: in pa. blueball comes right after intercourse
||||||||| 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: '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'
Cat: yet another version of this.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:45 PM, dragging Nabby by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Dexter Fong: They did a number of thewse "Echo poems" i think they called em
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
DJTweeny: 2 minutes left, Nabby lol
Cat: hi nabby
DJTweeny: Think you need to reset your clock ;)
Dexter Fong: You late darlin' Nabby
Beet: Hi, Bye Nab
Nabby: Just snuck in to say hey to everyone.
Cat: there are two versions of this on a casette ossman is selling called Tirebiter's Time Capsule
DJTweeny: hewwo :)
EWeston: I'm alreay full of hay
Nabby: Yo
Dexter Fong: hp
pinholeF200: Cassette?? Is that like a floppy disc?
Merlyn: music by wendy carlos
Nabby: Floppy dicks
EWeston: Right before quad eighttrack
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!
Merlyn: knight all
pinholeF200: Thanks for the memories Tween I have so few now!
Cat: 90s technology, pin
DJTweeny: yw all :)
Beet: This was fun. Thanks to Phil A. for looking in. See everyone next week. Thanks Tween as always. G'Nite.
Nabby: Take care and have a groovy weekend!
EWeston: Good eveining fine evening, now back to football.
Cat: use firesign instead of memories. much easier
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it !
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks Merl
||||||||| EWeston scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's EWeston?! It's 10:49 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: AND THANKS TO YOU tWEENY
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Cat: Good night, Tween.
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Cat: And to one and all.
Mudhead: G'nite all
||||||||| "10:50 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: Night cat, sorry again about Icy
Dexter Fong: Night mud
DJTweeny: Yeah, sorry about your pup:(
Cat: thanks tween.
Cat: Life is finite.
Dexter Fong: same [lace, same time, last wee....er next week my darlings
Cat: Off we flit.
DJTweeny: Be sure to set your Tardis correctly, Dex
||||||||| Around 10:53 PM, Cat walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:53 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny rushes off, saying "10:54 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Around 10:54 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Regnad Kcin inside, makes a note of the time (11:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| uh, Clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| mac cat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from measles
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Regnad Kcin: 3 enecs
Regnad Kcin: 006 ekat
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| not Ed - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Regnad Kcin, and leaves.
||||||||| Regnad Kcin has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:28 PM.
||||||||| Regnad Kcin walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Holenote close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:30 AM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) tiptoes in around 12:33 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I'm running so late, Dear Heads... I mean Friends! I trust all is well in the worldwide Firesign Theatre Family.
||||||||| 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!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): How very strange it was! I ran into Bottles in Soho tonight! I was just "passing through" after a fine recital at St. Mazda in the Fields on Trafalgar Square on my way back home in Margarinebone.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And there she was!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): So I brought her home to our flat in central London. Quite a nice girl.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): That is all the news fit to print from Londonium, Dear Heads! Keep 'em flying!
||||||||| "12:53 AM? 12:53 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Mark Time should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mark Time enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Holenote - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mark Time - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'toadaway', just granted probation at 2:16 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| toadaway - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 2:59 AM downtown bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving Mike coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mike - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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
blainedragoon
Bumpy
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hagerine
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
lily
llanwydd
Merlyn
MobyD
Mudhead
Nabby
not Ed
not insane
Phil Austin
pinholeF200
Principalpoop
Regnad Kcin
Rob
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
ah, Clem
uh, Clem
Woodrow Stool URL References:
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatinne.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2010/07/its-round-round-world.html
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow