||||||||| 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 September 04, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTweeny in through the front door at 7:59 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 8:40pmET **' ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and dude plummets into the garden at 8:16 PM. dude: Hey.... Where all the white women at..???? DJTweeny: He says, the Sheriff is near! DJTweeny: very fun movie DJTweeny: and good evening, dude dude: Stopped by early again I see dude: Will return when the feed is up DJTweeny: 5 minutes DJTweeny: and then audio on around 20 before the hour ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - 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) **' ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - COUNTRY MUSIC BY KRIS KRISTOFFERSON AND PHIL AUSTIN - 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) **' ||||||||| 8:51 PM: Ahh Clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTweeny: hi clem Ahh Clem: Hey DJTweeny ||||||||| 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 ''Bob'' falls out at 8:52 PM. DJTweeny: hi Bob ''Bob'': I finally made it! And early, even! It's been weeks... ||||||||| Catherwood enters with uh, Clem close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom. ''Bob'': Too busy working to chat tonight, but I'll be listening! :) DJTweeny: Hi other clem DJTweeny: enjoy, Bob :) DJTweeny: and good luck with your work ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and Cat bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hey Cat Cat: Hi folks Ahh Clem: Yo Cat ||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving lily coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. DJTweeny: Hi lily ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and shoes for the dead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark in through the front door at 8:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: Hi shoes DJTweeny: Hi Bark shoes for the dead: Howdy lily: ''Bob'' Ahh Clem Cat DJTweeny dude lily uh, Clem hi all ||||||||| 8:56 PM: It's paisley again jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTweeny: Hi paisley Mr. Bark Bark: Hey you guys! (No running in the trenches!) Ahh Clem: is that an entrenching tool? shoes for the dead: mr. BB It's paisley again: Greetings,programs! DJTweeny: and don't get mud all over Bradshaw'ss nice clean floor ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" lily: Hello DJT and good to be hear ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" It's paisley again: Hey DJT DJTweeny: :) ||||||||| 8:58 PM: Dexter Fong 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!" DJTweeny: Hey Fong shoes for the dead: who is Red, Tween? DJTweeny: only Firesign members DJTweeny: and as far as I know, none here at the moment Dexter Fong:Hi Tweeny amd Cat, shoes et al Mr. Bark Bark: Who Am Us, Anyway? ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 04, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" shoes for the dead: hey Dex lily: eight al's ||||||||| Catherwood escorts MacCat in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| 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 Merlyn disembarks at 9:01 PM. It's paisley again: He forgot to plug in the female... DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn ||||||||| 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!" Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn Merlyn: heya ||||||||| Ralph sashays in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. shoes for the dead: hey Merl shoes for the dead: and Ralph lily: nice knockers ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Frannie See', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Cat: New and old folks Dexter Fong: You should know ily Cat:The Tween Voice ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'rt choke', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Jimmy L into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:02 PM, then departs. lily: my knee warmers lol Ralph: Hello, I'm glad I made it Merlyn: b> Tween is in a gigantic tin can lily: bird fartz ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. shoes for the dead: b> Tween's head is too loud Elayne: Evenin' all! Cat: circling earth? Dexter Fong: Hi E Merlyn: Hey E Cat: Hi El ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: Hi El Frannie See: i was wondering what the rules are here, but i see there are none. Elayne: Hey Dex, did DocTech get in touch with you about those NatLamp tapes? It's paisley again: That's right, Fannie! lily: rules were made to be broke ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:04 PM, dragging sidney fudd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Dexter Fong: Rule #1: There are no rules ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'pinholeF200', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Elayne: He asked me for your mailing address but I didn't have it. Cat: You're right, Frannie Dexter Fong: E: Not yet shoes for the dead: only the mobius rule, Fran Mr. Bark Bark: Rule #2, NEVER talk about the rules. ||||||||| "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: I'll keep on him, Dex, thanks. Frannie See: where i come from, the mobius strip. Dexter Fong: Rule #3: Huh? Mr. Bark Bark: And do it every day. Elayne: We won't be seeing him and Lili next weekend after all, big pool tourney coming up for them. Dexter Fong: Thanks E Cat: On their interview album, they say, "we could have been as big as Penn and Teller" DJTweeny: Welcome all... Elayne: And a huge work thing for him, a sudden deployment of some package that he wasn't expecting to deploy or somesuch. Dexter Fong: I didn't know Doc was such a big swimmer Cat: Oddly, Penn was their disciple. DJTweeny: I believe it, Cat Cat: Doc? yes he usually usually overwhelmed with work ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” - 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/phprandpebew.html **' Elayne: Anybody else out there feel like a free trip to the Bronx Zoo the weekend of 9/13-14? Elayne: The catch is, you have to bear my company. :) lily: oh I love the bronx zoo in the fall ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:07 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Wish I could, Elayne :) DJTweeny: Hi Nabby Dexter Fong: H hA bEAR!! i GET IT Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html shoes for the dead: Nabby! lily: it has that certian jeannie say quat Dexter Fong: Hello Darling Nabby It's paisley again: All these expressions bear on one another Nabby:Hey Tweeny, shoes & all Nabby: hey Dex Elayne: Fall, Lily? It just turned summer here. You want fall in NY in 2014, you have to go to July and August. :) DJTweeny: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it! pinholeF200: And one is nothing.... lily: it'll be cool this week end watch ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:10 PM, dragging Beet by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Beet: Howdy and good evening everyone. Happy Thursday chatnight. Cat: It's always cool in NYC, no matter what the weather is DJTweeny: Hi Beet Nabby: Hi beet Frannie See: are you related to joe beet? lily: grew up not far from there Beet: No, but I know the Whispering Squash Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html Nabby: Keep it neat lily: scotish scotch 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 Beet: Listen here leafhead I'm going to pluck you 5 ways It's paisley again: Hoot, mahn! Cat: I've spent this afternoon reading magazines from this era. different world shoes for the dead: the Ford error, Cat? 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 ||||||||| 9:14 PM: Daredemon Reebus jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTweeny: no doubt, Cat lily: gas guzzlers DJTweeny: Hi Reebus ||||||||| 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: Yes. I have a box of Atlantics from the 70s. Lots of stuff about Ford. It's paisley again: Greets, rebiz Cat: Trying to get rid of them. DJTweeny: I recall The Atlantic being a very good read Nabby: Reebus shoes for the dead: i got lots of Nat Lamp from the early 70's DJTweeny: Might be worth something to a collector, Cat Cat: i was visitng a friend up north a couple of monthes ago and he subscribes. It is indeed a good read. Nabby: I remember Guz Gassler Beet: Is that the famous Reebus Kanebuss Cat: You really think someone collects 40 year old Atlantics? Isn't everything online now? Beet: Or is that Cannebus DJTweeny: dunno, but might be worth a few googles, Cat lily: did he live up there in tuckahoe nabby Cat: good idea, tween DJTweeny: Might be someone on eBay looking for a particular issue ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Pastor Flash bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. DJTweeny: Hi Flash Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html pinholeF200: Is Freddy related to RF Burns? Cat: Lots of new folks tonight 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 Merlyn:tween, I think it's fixed Nabby: Hey Pastor Cat: Montgomery Burns on another timeline DJTweeny: Thanks Merlyn :) Elayne: Good to see Merlyn here, we've missed you B! Nabby: Hey Merlyn in Minny Dexter Fong: George Burn peripherally DJTweeny:Tween is my name, Dj'in is my game Merlyn: that makes you a Djinn Cat: Cuckolding Mickey? shoes for the dead: george Char Nabby: Do we get free wishes? Or three wishes? Or what? It's paisley again: Ha! Good merlyn! shoes for the dead: George Singe Dexter Fong: Djinn Arthur lily: George Cinder DJTweeny: Anyone else find this album absolutely hilarious? Jimmy L: I lily: chuckle Cat: This is a better version of this than on TV It's paisley again: George sedns her, where? pinholeF200: Lots of yucks here fer sure shoes for the dead: LA Nabby: It's making me too happy. DJTweeny: It's great, Cat :) Elayne: Catherwood, please bring me a Djinn and tonic. ||||||||| Catherwood brings Elayne a djinn and tonic. It's paisley again: DJ, I am not familiar with this album, & DJTweeny: you want to be sad, Nabby? Cat: One of the better songs they pluicked from their Mushroom plays shoes for the dead: do the Hun It's paisley again: Laughing aloud, if laughing is allowed, that is! lily: straighten up will ya Nabby: No no no I like to giggle DJTweeny: it is encouraged here, paisley pinholeF200: Il Schizophreno ||||||||| Around 9:22 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset... Beet: Hello to NSA guy. shoes for the dead: half a dunce? lily: smile as wide as ya can ||||||||| 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 9:23 PM. It's paisley again: Half a dunce, half a dunce onward! Nabby: I prefer to laugh lightly in a nervous, affected, or silly manner. Ahem. pinholeF200: I've got an Erector Set It's paisley again: Huzzahs, m DJTweeny: do you put your hand over your mouth, Nabby DJTweeny: ? lily: gafaw Dexter Fong: ?? shoes for the dead: with a hankie DJTweeny: better :) Nabby: I have more than one DJTweeny: mouth? lily: get dowb off the ceiling Dexter Fong: or a n intricately carved ivory fan ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Daredemon Reebus - dead from measles ||||||||| sidney fudd - dead from the yaws ||||||||| rt choke - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Frannie See walks away to The Sitting Room. lily: we reat the reaper It's paisley again: We reet thee beeper lily: we feet the feeter ||||||||| 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." ||||||||| Frannie See walks in and says "It's 9:27 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?" Cat: Welcome back, Frannie shoes for the dead: the old inout DJTweeny: Hi Frannie DJTweeny: Welcome to the chat :) Nabby: Hey Frannie It's paisley again: Hi f Frannie See: i've been making the rounds. this room is the most happenin' place but still can't seem to find nancy DJTweeny: Frannie from NJ, eh? hmmmmm ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." ||||||||| "9:28 PM? 9:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits in the comfy chair. DJTweeny: Hi wheeze
Nabby releases the pods ||||||||| 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!" squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry i had no idea what time it was...and I had the stopwatch Elayne: Frannie, if you can't find Nancy perhaps you should BE Nancy... Ralph: there's not room enough in this script for both of us ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Glen into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:29 PM, then departs. Nabby: Hey Wheeze Mr. Bark Bark: Havatchu! Nabby: Hi Glen Elayne: Ralph, that's because there's two of everybody but you. Frannie See: i have no qualifications for that assignment squeeze_the_wheeze: HI there Cat: They could have been as famous as Weird Al DJTweeny: Hi Glen shoes for the dead: hey Glen Glen: Yo, peeps. Cat: Funnier songs, just needed better production values DJTweeny: Proctor is staying really busy with stage productions Nabby: Yo-yo Glen ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html Mr. Bark Bark: They could have been distends Cat: And off to Italy for 3 monthes momentarily. Beet: Hi Glen Glen: here comes the Good Book Mr. Bark Bark: Distenders. Ahh Clem: I lost the stream. anyone else? Cat: Dendolater Glen? Glen: still streaming here Dexter Fong: I lost everything ||||||||| 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." It's paisley again: Bring back an olive leaf, will ya? Glen: Yes, Cat. You found me out. ||||||||| 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: Still listening DJTweeny: 128k is still up Cat: Long ago, you sent me a vid of Firesigns on your tv show Elayne: Oh, stage productions, that reminds me: My friend Joel is " looking for a Scene Designer/Tech Director for my fall production of The Seagull at Inver Hill Community College. The show opens November 7, 2014. This is a paid position with the State of MN. If you have a recommendation please contact me at 651-450-3588 or groesle@inverhills.edu. Thanks!" DJTweeny: I take it Win 8 is not being kind to you, Dexter Cat: Elayne's mag was the source of many great connections Elayne: So, you know, for anyone already stuck in MN, as you'd have to be come November... Glen: I wish they were up on YouTube. Dexter Fong:Tween: Duno. I timed out is all I know Elayne: Cat, you mean Four-Alarm FIRESIGNal? That's now online at Chromium Switch. Cat: Your show, Glen? Can't you control that? Nabby: Would love to see that Glen Glen: Sure- i just don't know how to upload the suckers. Ahh Clem: Guess I'll go have a BearWhiz beer and call it a night. Cat: No El, I meant when it was in print. Elayne:http://firesignal.chromiumswitch.org/firesignal.html ||||||||| Jimmy L, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary. DJTweeny: Do you do much radio streaming, Dex? Dexter Fong: ahh, night, aah ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Glen: The Toiler! Dexter Fong: No Tween Cat: I mean yes, but I'm referring to the era and your pivotal role in connecting me to many people Ahh Clem: both streams down here fyi Elayne: Eh, Cat. Much easier to make connections online these days... ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." Nabby: look for a You Tube vid about how to upload You Tube vids DJTweeny: Might see if it happens with other streams, Dex Cat: it's playing fine on my mac Elayne: I mean look around you, Cat - Firesign chatters as far as the eye can see! DJTweeny: NPR or something like that pinholeF200: Not much you can say about apathy It's paisley again: Can't say a lot about apathy Glen: playing fine here Cat: not necessarily, el Elayne: pinhole, I would say something, but I don't care enough. Dexter Fong: I just rejoined and everything is a-ok shoes for the dead: i know what ya mean Elayne: Yay Dex! Sound as well? Nabby: clean as a whistle, whatever that means pinholeF200: Rodger Dodger Willco Cat: your new computer is working, dex? Dexter Fong: Oh yeah, E...since last week even Elayne: Dex, your email address is still the Road Runner one, yes? Cat: i'm expecting a new one momentarily. wont have to use 2 to listen and chat at the same time Dexter Fong: Yes E shoes for the dead: ya,you spit into a whistle......... Elayne: K, that's the one I gave DocTech. DJTweeny: and a late Happy Birthday to Doc Technical (yesterday) lily: ahhhhhhh Nabby: ptui lily: right Dexter Fong: Nabby: You spit on doc T's birthday cake? Cat: i didn't know about his birthday, and i've known him for years Glen: Wacco! ||||||||| "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!" Dexter Fong: afkfr Glen: SNAKES! lily: tacco ||||||||| Jimmy L enters at 9:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nabby recalls the pods shoes for the dead: stucco DJTweeny: Hi JL :-) Jimmy L: wrong way padre lily: lily is a pod Glen: Wacco was a buddy of TFT who drowned in a surfing accident in Hawaii during DF. ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Pastor Flash - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... DJTweeny: JL used to be our DJ :) Cat: ohm mane podme hum DJTweeny: Good to see you here, guy Cat: that JL? Cat: Welcome back, uh clem DJTweeny: Quite sure he and Bambi are here It's paisley again: Another third red eye Nabby: bong Elayne: I miss Jimmy Lee and Fran! shoes for the dead: joint Dexter Fong: Cat: Check Nino vis a vis JL Nabby: lily you're no pod you're lily silly Cat: how long has chat had a sound track? I'm guessing a decade? lily: pass it ||||||||| 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!" Elayne: Hang on, are they here under their actual names then? I thought only I did that :) Elayne: Well, me and Cat. :) Cat: maybe you're not missing them, if they're really here pinholeF200: Psychic fair cancelled due to unforseen circumstanses Nabby: jernt lily: lily pod in a lily pond Dexter Fong: Cat: JL & Bambi were first, yes? So maybe not ten years Nabby: don't bogart that, sam Cat: the 2 phils had to struggle to convince us they were the actual firesign phils 2 weeks ago because merl wasnt here to turn them red Cat: yes dex Nabby: don't boag it Elayne: This is what we need you for, Merlyn. To turn Phil and Phil red. :) It's paisley again: Anybody got something for an acid stomach? Cat: lol pin Dexter Fong: Ah Darling nabby, so inexplicable Nabby: aww that's nice lily lily: ginger ale Mr. Bark Bark: Just chew a couple of batteries! Nabby: so incongrusive! pinholeF200: Groomsmen did $100.00 Shine at my wedding reception--nobody elese got it Dexter Fong: incongruos....sure ||||||||| 9:44 PM: not Ed jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" lily: just keeping my feet wet Nabby DJTweeny: Hi Ed (not) Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html not Ed: I'm not Ed Nabby: down by the ol watering hole shoes for the dead: hey noted Beet: hello not ed ||||||||| Wagstaff enters at 9:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex. Cat: N.ed Flanders? not Ed: I'm not Ed Nabby: Who am us anyway? DJTweeny: Hi Wagstaff Mr. Bark Bark: And I'm not Joe. It's paisley again: U am what u is! Glen: Oxblood Kiwi! lily: etty biity fishes in a Nabby: Wagstaff ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" lily: lol Nabby: Etty Betty Fishes should be a book lily: hello ladies shoes for the dead: pop-up Nabby: I'm going to make an app called Etty Bitty Fishes or Betty Glen: Is it tacky to chat here if I don't have a funny name? Nabby: Apps are hot I hear Dexter Fong: Glen is funny enough Nabby: No Glen we already know it's you Mr. Bark Bark: We're all about the tacky chat. Dexter Fong: Even heavily adhesive discourse ||||||||| Jimmy L sneaks away to The Portrait Gallery... lily: stick to it Mr. Bark Bark: Pretty much. shoes for the dead: and tacky typing Cat: We fluctuate between real and unreal names, just like Firesign not Ed: lol- glen Nabby: tappy typing pinholeF200: Activating Sticky Keys shoes for the dead: tapped typing Nabby: African Blue Grass at the collective not Ed: I smoked somw African Blue Grass last night lily: we all up for that? Mr. Bark Bark: But we're coming down. not Ed: I'm ready to play lily: drop it like its hot Dexter Fong: and also both copies autographed by all 4 of the fab five Glen: It MEANT something?? shoes for the dead: have a moss Nabby: ouch! Nabby: Bergman Bergman not Ed: let's all go to the hole together Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books lily: see this scar got it from a seed It's paisley again: Everything's turning blue Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Nabby: Mendo Hot Moss not Ed: this place is full of crows Glen: Those eyes! They follow you wherever you go! Mr. Bark Bark: A "murder," Marge. A "murder." Ralph: 32 bottles of what? Dexter Fong: Thunderbird Nabby: Martian Moon Moss Cat: African Blue Ice? ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" not Ed: Ol' Crow Cat: Sounds like Breaking Bad Nabby: Caw caw ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Ralph: yes, Thunderbird! thx Nabby: lol Cat It's paisley again: Bud n Bunny hind Elayne: Oh dear, fading fast. Sorry folks. Next week, all Mr. Bark Bark: Super-attractive. not Ed: Buzz lily: night e Glen: Adieu, Elayne Mr. Bark Bark: 'Night, Elayne. Happy Motoring! ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: by El! Nabby: DoMM hooray! Ralph: read me Dr. Memory? It's paisley again: Sunups, E! ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ahh Clem - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: By El Nabby: Take care Elayne Beet: Nite, E ||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:55 PM train to East Northport. shoes for the dead: dr ummmm... ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “DR MEMORY’S LAFF-A-WHILE NEWS”- 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 **' pinholeF200: Au revoir Elayne--see you on the radio Glen: The happiest, most wonderful time in my life was sitting on the floor in KPFK and hearing Dear Friends being created. Glen: My God. Nabby: Cool It's paisley again: Why does the orange bird lay its eggs in the air? lily: drooling solarup Cat: it would be hard to top that, glen not Ed: too cool gLEN Ralph: i thought it was a porridge bird Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln Glen: I never managed to have a better time not Ed: IF THAT IS YOUR NAME Nabby: Yepsk Cat a-greeb Mr. Bark Bark: Isn't the Porridge bird actually burnt umber? Cat: you're right, ralph Glen: if who is whose name? not Ed: How old were you , Glen Cat: you're not dead yet, glen. Mr. Bark Bark: He was younger then. Glen: Oh, god- just outta high school not Ed: and why were you on the floor Nabby: Yes "Glen" what is your real story Mr. Bark Bark: He fell over. Ralph: this is the portrait..... Glen: because there were no chairs. THAT'S a silly question. not Ed: ...no fun, huh? pinholeF200: lol Glen: four chairs around a table- that was it DJTweeny: No wonder things sounded a bit hot this evening, I've got the master fader on the mixer at +10 lol ||||||||| 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!" Nabby: I'm a bear! DJTweeny: oooops not Ed: G L E N THAT"S a silly name DJTweeny: hope it's not distorted ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" It's paisley again: Was the floor fuzzy and soft like a tongue? ||||||||| 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." Glen: Don't peg the meter! Cat: Fred A. Bear? Mr. Bark Bark: Only by the facts. lily: put it back on 11 shoes for the dead: it was hot, Tween pinholeF200: could't you just make 10 louder? Mr. Bark Bark: But this one goes to 11. DJTweeny: Unfortunately, the mixer is in back of me so I don't see the meter bridge unless I decide to check it :/ Nabby: it's 1 more louder not Ed: if you peg the meter, all the red will leak. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Porgy steps in at 10:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Mr. Bark Bark: Who's Peggy? Nabby: watch the doblies and deebees DJTweeny: Hot, but sounds OK otherwise, folks? shoes for the dead: or it will bend Nabby: and don't cross the streams fer crissakes ||||||||| not insane sneaks in around 10:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." Glen: we were eating cheeseballs and chugging blackberry brandy Nabby: I'll bet you were Glen It's paisley again: Doesn DJTweeny: It's hitting +6 on the meters DJTweeny: Hi NI Porgy: Are we in DANGER??? Nabby: In fact I'm sure you are Glen Mr. Bark Bark: No, just a little disagreement with my co-pilot. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln not insane: no grub cakes? Nabby: Hey not Glen: +6 is a HALF doesn Cat: Wow. Jays just swept Rays. First time that's happened in a long time Glen: You doesn't has to call me Johnson Ralph: I suppose that's a duck shoes for the dead: do we? Cat: First time ever. ||||||||| "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!" Mr. Bark Bark: Bohunk. Nabby: chinko, gray duck, free troggs shoes for the dead: free trogs? what a bargain Porgy: He's upstaires helping Porciline the maid to make up the beds... Mr. Bark Bark: Oh my, oh my, oh my! It's paisley again: 1 footfighter 22 could be lurking, beware! Nabby: Pork? not Ed: aww creppies, Porgy pinholeF200: C...C....Coming, mother Nabby: Hi NSA guys we love U Porgy: Oh, that son of mine! Mr. Bark Bark: He's so good with the servants, Fred. Nabby: *raspberry* Ralph: I'm goin down to the burro pinholeF200: He's not your son not Ed: stop calling me Ed, I'm not Ed Cat: better than going down On the burro lily: Cat DJTweeny Glen It's paisley again Mr. Bark Bark Nabby not Ed not insane pinholeF200 Porgy Ralph Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead Beet night all and thanks DJ for another laugh riot Porgy: Stop torturing me Ethel! DJTweeny: yw Lily :) Mr. Bark Bark: Our cries are your whispers shoes for the dead: backatcha, Lily Cat: we do our best, lily pinholeF200: bye lily Nabby: Take care lily and be groovy It's paisley again: Thx, lily! Night night! Beet: see you next time lily Ralph: lily......always a pleasure not Ed: gnite Mr. Bark Bark: Why, thank ye, Ms. Lamont... ||||||||| 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: You don't say g'bye to gray people Lily? Mr. Bark Bark: They never fade away. Cat: lol, dex Ralph: who wonna seckon whorl wah u so smaht? Mr. Bark Bark: Not responsible! shoes for the dead: echo park? Beet: I am going to have to leave early myself. Thanks everyone. Thanks Tween. Good nite. Ralph: there's an echo in here..... Dexter Fong: park Nabby: echo in here Dexter Fong: Night Beet shoes for the dead: by Beet Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Joe Nabby: Take care beet shoes for the dead: by Beet not Ed: HEY Everyone: How 'bout bending a couple of mahdoodah rolls Porgy: We have these Gooks gust where we want them! pinholeF200: so long beet Mr. Bark Bark: Do you like horses?? Cat: by beet ||||||||| 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!" It's paisley again: I too am setting sail off into the golden hind... Dexter Fong: gust hell, let's blow 'em away Cat: off you sail Nabby: Be well pais Mr. Bark Bark: Well, it's just the two of us now... Cat: 2 barks? Ralph: how about bending a couple in the Doodah Room? It's paisley again: Thx, nabby! Dexter Fong: pais out bro pinholeF200: enjoy the undying lands pais Mr. Bark Bark: Just keeping it clean. Porgy: Whatch out for that entrenching toel!!!!! not Ed: you don't want to count the elevator boy? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts mmhatton into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:09 PM, then departs. Dexter Fong: hell no, he's a scab ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| uh, Clem - dead from measles ||||||||| Frannie See - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Wagstaff - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... not Ed: danb DJTweeny: Hi hatton Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, well, three then. shoes for the dead: here? Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about for DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln not Ed: no, in your BBs Nabby: You don't want to count the elevator boy? Porgy: Shoes for INDUSTRY!!!! not Ed: but he's here shoes for the dead: and here we are Dexter Fong: No, he's on a break not Ed: gotta go - see ya next week Nabby: You can look in at each other Cat: by not Dexter Fong: Scab takes Union break Dexter Fong: That's the takeaway Nabby: take care not ed Porgy: Shoes for the LIVING!!! Cat: shoes for the grateful Nabby: They do not sleep. Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Not Dexter Fong: sleep....Not? pinholeF200: when you're not here, not ed, are you then ed? shoes for the dead: by no ted Nabby: Shouldn't pick on, up, Arnemians. Dexter Fong: he's "Yes, not ed" Nabby: Arnemian and plowed of it Mr. Bark Bark: But then he lost it all when he married Blondie. pinholeF200: have an oil beer DJTweeny: This makes 2 cuts from the Dear Friends album taken from this broadcast Dexter Fong: It was Jiggs who came betweeen them Cat: The Armenian's Paw, one of the Mushroom plays Nabby: I just got "drop your LaGuardia" geeeez Dexter Fong: Gppd jpb. Tween kkep counting Nabby: lol Porgy: Or in any way, want to put myself into a confrontitorary positstion with the United Snakes, or with HIM. Nabby: More Dear Friends X cerpt material Mr. Bark Bark: Still in the stocks, with Angela Davis... Nabby: That was it Cat Nabby: X cerpt it's spelled Arnemian I believe Porgy: So wake up! To your only logical choice, me George Tirebiter. pinholeF200: Not Insane! Nabby: Or aluminum ad nauseum Cat: I have to buy those two books of the mushroom scripts Porgy: Are we in danger pastor? shoes for the dead: what? DJTweeny: Which ones are those, Cat? Mr. Bark Bark: The little needle is pointing to "E" ||||||||| Jimmy L has arrived at the appointed hour of 10:20 PM. Dexter Fong: WB JL shoes for the dead: Dr. uhhhh DJTweeny: wb JL Cat:tween broadcasts them on this chat somewhere. Porgy: No, it's alright Rodger.
Nabby pegs the noodle Cat: you are tween. you know the books. ||||||||| 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!" Jimmy L: I forgot what I'm waiting for DJTweeny: That's not Shibboleth DJTweeny: You're referring to the original books from the 70's? Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not marching. Cat: no, exorcism in your daily life and the other one. Porgy: And while that has always stood for excelence in my book, DJTweeny: /ma hands JL a bus pass DJTweeny: Ah OK Cat: i wont stand for it Jimmy L: taxi Porgy: I think it means we'r out of GAS!!! ||||||||| "10:22 PM? 10:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Slugs should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Slugs enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny hands JL a taxi pass DJTweeny: Hi Slugs Nabby: Slugs shoes for the dead: headed for the boarder? Jimmy L: thank ya Nabby: Get him a chairman Slugs: Howdy all. DJTweeny: "You're a cab." Nabby: Goon show Cat: how are things in virginia, jimmy? ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Jimmy L: i want my a google cab pinholeF200: what you don't mean won't hurt you DJTweeny: He wouldn't know, because he's in New Jersey ||||||||| 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!" Cat: not the same clem? Nabby: yes how are things in old virjimmy DJTweeny: he's on tour Cat: i wasnt sure who was who here before. very firesonian ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| not Ed - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice ||||||||| It's paisley again - dead from jaundice ||||||||| lily - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Glen - dead from the yaws ||||||||| not insane - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Jimmy L: I'm a 55 year old Virgo. What do you want? Ralph: you play with a greased ball? Nabby: beaver paddles Dexter Fong:tween I got Jimmy Leein New Hampshire Nabby: Gimme me a pack of what I am Cat: There was talk that ah clem and bambi were here under other names. DJTweeny: Dunno, Dex Dexter Fong: I don't think so Cat Cat: i have lots of names. Cat: just a tantalization DJTweeny: Yes, I suspected Frannie was Bambi Dexter Fong: So does G-- ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Nabby: A Cat by any other name... DJTweeny: So, I apparently lack Nino's great powers :/ ||||||||| "10:27 PM? I'm late!" exclaims mmhatton, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. Slugs: robust humanity Cat: most of my years here i've been cease, which is an abreviation of my name shoes for the dead: would still be Chat in french Jimmy L: My special power is dowsing ||||||||| 10:28 PM: mmhatton jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Nabby: El Gato Dexter Fong:Tween: Only reporting what I saw, YMMV Mr. Bark Bark: You need a pretty nice rod for that. Nabby: for me, drowsing (pro) shoes for the dead: Kucing in Indonesian Nabby: what are they harping Jimmy L: great talent if your building housing Porgy: So, what would you like to do? Hit this J-w over the head with a bag of sugar, or beat out that rythum on the drum?? Nabby: kaff koff Dexter Fong: Mine is Grousing...I know where those birds are at shoes for the dead: seals Nabby: well you know what they say Dex Porgy: I want the BAG!!!! ||||||||| 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: always know where your.... shoes for the dead: a bird in the hand will poop in it Nabby: blech porridge bird poo Porgy: Are you sure??? DJTweeny: You can't be in two places at once if you don't know where you are... Nabby: I want the box Jay is holding shoes for the dead: Jay is holding? Dexter Fong: Get your hands off MY bpx Jay pinholeF200: I want the jay... Jimmy L: arousing the spirit Dexter Fong: and refreshing the animal within Porgy: You want to trade the four foot cube of solid gold bullion, all for this little bag??? Nabby: it's a snipe pinholeF200: Don't get aroused, you'll have to do pushups until it goes away Porgy: I want the BAG!!! Dexter Fong: That bag holds my string theory shoes for the dead: moon bounce? Jimmy L: I cant push one Cat: i think it's unwinding Mr. Bark Bark: Wait, I can explain EVERYTHING! Nabby: I'm into G string theory
Dexter Fong ducks under the big band theory Ralph: oh, Nabby........... DJTweeny: It's all very scientific, right Nabby? Jimmy L: Big Bang Cereal Porgy: OK, well here you go!!! Ralph: oh look, he left through inner space...... Nabby: It makes so much sense I weep sometimes Slugs: they come out more often when it rains Porgy: Why, this is a bag of SHIT!!!! shoes for the dead: colect those tears Ralph: they might vomit..... Mr. Bark Bark: I worry about it all night, sometimes. Jimmy L: Good shit grows the rose Porgy: But it's really GREAT shit Mrs. Presky! Ralph: the Childrens Zoo Nabby: Invisible foxes shoes for the dead: are my earphones working? Nabby: Invisible forces Ralph: the African Wild Ass Slugs: it's the old same place? Nabby: Yepsk Dexter Fong: SOSO Jimmy L: And arrow does not fly a straight path Nabby: I think honky is okay Cat: The Straight People Nabby: salt of the Earth ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| mmhatton - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Jimmy L: pepper is my spice ||||||||| 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' Porgy: He's not your son!! Stop torchoring me Ethel!! Nabby: RFR rules Dexter Fong: Thank youTweeny, Jimmy L: danke danke DJTweeny: you done be wekome, Mr. Fong pinholeF200: Thanks for a fun time most people think I'm insane Cat: He's your moon. Marry him in a mass ceremony in Pyong Yang Nabby: Bland Friday Slugs: creepies, jughead! Nabby: Not insane! Nabby: take care pin Cat: pass the jug, and praise the amunition Jimmy L: I've got extra white out shoes for the dead: not responsible! Dexter Fong: At ease Klong!! ||||||||| pinholeF200 rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" Cat: by pin. keep on pinning Porgy: Thank you Firesign Theatre for all these years of comedy!!!
Nabby passes Cat a praiseworthy jug of ammunition Cat: are you in antarctica, jimmy? DJTweeny: Yes indeed, Porgy!! Cat: some of them are still alive, porgy. Cat: i think more is to come Nabby: Og Ogleby lol ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." DJTweeny: Brightens up my THursday evenings :-) ||||||||| 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!" Mr. Bark Bark: Sounds like a bubble in a bathtub! Nabby: Zactly bark Jimmy L: not today DJTweeny: Love The Bank Dick, fav of W.C. Nabby: Good shtuff Nabby: *applause* shoes for the dead: icrophone orking? Mr. Bark Bark: Don't you strike that child! Slugs: u betcha ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Ralph: That was a trip Jimmy L: **** Cat: thanks again, tween Nabby: thanks for the Tweenython of Firefun Mr. Bark Bark: Ally Balloo... shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!! Ralph: big crowd tonite! Slugs: thanks, what fun Mr. Bark Bark: Yayyyy! Dexter Fong: and the cchat runs by itself Ralph: go Kurt! Nabby: by itself shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Nabby: by itself Nabby: by itself DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: bye everyone! Dexter Fong: Did he say happy trials? Merlyn: cu next wick ||||||||| At 10:46 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! DJTweeny: I did :) Mr. Bark Bark: Trials, I thought. Ralph: see ya on the funway! Jimmy L: ty Cat: by and hi and by again, merl Mr. Bark Bark: Bye All! Cat: again and again and again Dexter Fong: Ruff!! ||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:47 PM train to British Columbia. Porgy: After 40+ years, I still quote your lines!!! Dexter Fong: night cat =) Jimmy L: end on a still high note and this is a trip Slugs: What time does garison Keiler come on? Dexter Fong: I dunno I'm just a beautiful young man DJTweeny: check with your local NPR station DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| 10:49 PM -- DJTweeny left for parts unknown.(Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow"). ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween departs at 10:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" Dexter Fong: Night Dear Friends ||||||||| Jimmy L walks away to The Aviary. ||||||||| NancyKat enters at 10:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| MacCat - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the yaws ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Porgy - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Slugs - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| NancyKat - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Ralph - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) tiptoes in around 11:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh, shoot! Running late again, my Dear Ones! Do hope all of you have had a wonderful week. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): A word of caution: If any of you ever has any ideas about snorkeling in the Thames, don't do it! Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I kept getting rammed by boats and giant fishes and something akin to the Loch Ness Monster. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, we must say "goodnight," but do learn from my mistake. ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:44 PM. ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:44 AM and Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello! It's past hours, but where can I get a priest? Phil? ... Phil? ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from measles ||||||||| 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
''Bob''
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
Frannie See
Glen
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
It's paisley again
Jimmy L
lily
Merlyn
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
not Ed
not insane
pinholeF200
Porgy
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Slugs
squeeze_the_wheeze Ahh Clem
