||||||||| 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 25, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "3:36 PM and late as usual, it's penny, just back from California." ||||||||| It's 3:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| penny - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 4:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 5 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTweeny in through the front door at 7:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with toadaway close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 7:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTweeny: Hi toadaway ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **' ||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| toadaway - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:14 PM and Timeghost sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Timeghost: WOW! What a trip! DJTweeny: Hi Timeghost DJTweeny: You've been to ancient Greece? DJTweeny: music around 8:40pm Eastern DJTweeny: the streams will go up around 8:30 ||||||||| 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) **' Timeghost: Sorry about the delay in replying; I had to re calibrate from ancient Greek. DJTweeny: hehe DJTweeny: Nino says you're from Albany DJTweeny: is that considered 'upstate' NY? ||||||||| Catherwood leads lily into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:47 PM, then departs. DJTweeny: Hi lily ||||||||| Cat sneaks in around 8:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| 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) **' DJTweeny: oops forgot to change the banner DJTweeny: Hey Cat lily: hello djt cat time and thanks for a great one again tween DJTweeny: always fun, lily :) lily: right you r ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:51 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" DJTweeny: Hi EW EWeston: Owtch, Esy on the hair EWeston:Tweent Lily cat and a new name yow! DJTweeny: be gentle, Catherwood ||||||||| Catherwood says "I'll try to be gentle" EWeston: Lucky I had a skateboard DJTweeny: always handy :) lily: the wheels on the board go,,, DJTweeny: lol EWeston: Mr C is a mean hand with rollerblades DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone some rollerblades ||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone some rollerblades. ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's NancyKat, just back from Chicago." ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'macCat', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Hi Nancy lily: whoohoo EWeston: Cat patrol is here Cat: its raining cats and kats EWeston: And I'm falling NancyKat: Heylas, Tweeny! Cats and Kats and chats and nekos... DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give the cats and kats some tuna ||||||||| Catherwood gets the cats and kats some tuna. ||||||||| 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!" Cat: steve stills ||||||||| Nick Dang sneaks in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Cat: neal young speaks reverentially of him in his autobi DJTweeny: Hi Nick Nick Dang: Howdy DJTweeny: Stills, Cat? lily: third eye Cat: yeah Nick Dang: Ole One Eye ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'pinholeF200', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly. EWeston: Second spleen DJTweeny: Hi pinhole Cat: of course he also spoke reverently of his wife, and he just left her for darryl hannah NancyKat: Ole dick one eye... pinholeF200: Evenin' Tween DJTweeny: Stills is one incredible songwriter Nick Dang: Here's looking at you, kid. lily: arrr ya winkin at me laddy NancyKat: damn Thugees...throwin' red paint on eyeryone... ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 25, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" DJTweeny: loved his band Manassas Cat: a great musician for many years ||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger. EWeston: That's just expressionistic interior design shoes for the dead: howdy DJTweeny: This track if from Firesign's "All Things Firesign" (NPR radio bits) DJTweeny: Hi shoes EWeston: Shoes, any good tapping lately? pinholeF200: Love the recently-released Manassas tune "I Am My Brother" ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'squeeze_the_wheeze', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule... Cat: what are the dead gonna do for shoes? shoes for the dead: ya, but it's my truck's valves........ DJTweeny: Hi squeeze squeeze_the_wheeze: hey ho ya'll NancyKat: Cat-The same thing they do for klondikes...decompose... EWeston: Ticky ticky no boo shoes for the dead: dead cows make shoes Cat: not by choice pinholeF200: can't hide it EWeston: I didn't know Naga's were cows Cat: on the local news, i'm watching a large bear lumber around a suburb. and they're NOT shooting it. that's news! ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE US A BREAK” - 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/prbecoofprbe.html **' NancyKat: CAT-Whoa...that's different... shoes for the dead: neat Cat ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Pyramid Pachouli close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. EWeston: A sensitive scent is noticed ||||||||| 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!" Pyramid Pachouli: I'm down, trailing clouds of glory... Cat: In Banff, bears are allowed to wander around and people are taught to not bother them. it should be like that in Vancouver, at least in its outer suburbs where I live lily: a pile of broccoli ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:05 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?" Cat: we're virtually in the forest, and its Their forest. ||||||||| 9:05 PM: ZookyFogg 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!" EWeston: Recycle your clouds of glory NancyKat: Cat-Agree... shoes for the dead: yuppers Cat NancyKat: beware the Mooooose... Cat: good idea, Tween. Cat: this is a good place to introduce folks to Firesign DJTweeny: oops EWeston: And wear the marosets NancyKat: My first was Bozos. NancyKat: EW-marmosets? sets of marmos? pinholeF200: Hot Rock, featuring the #1 record EVERY HOUR! DJTweeny: didn't enable the next item in the playlist :/ Pyramid Pachouli: My intro was Nick Danger, 3rd Eye shoes for the dead: a set of marmos? EWeston: Marmosets, they make fine fine shoes, but not cows NancyKat: Pyramid...A very good intro. shoes for the dead: it's spelled armor NancyKat: marmo...set Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Cat: i'm from their early radio days, april 67, before the albums EWeston: Petrified maple surrup Cat: that was a funny bit Cat: mr., mcdonald had a farm NancyKat: Cat-awesome. My Mom introduced me. DJTweeny: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/funway.html shoes for the dead: schlitz your foot off ||||||||| "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!" Cat: you have a great mom, nancy. at least about that
DJTweeny me is herring-impaired NancyKat: "You're really a game fish...what's you're name?" Pyramid Pachouli: I agree! ZookyFogg: Taking a break from my break. You're all more fun. Cat: break a leg, fogg NancyKat: Cat-fangs. Yes...I do. lily: fishy shoes for the dead: more fun than a broken break EWeston: Squiddly is as squidly does Pyramid Pachouli: Probably a Pisces NancyKat: OMG-I said you're instead of your...i'm loosing my grip... ZookyFogg: I have permanent hardware in my left. Cat: i was backstage just before one of their seattle shows in i think 05 when proctor explained the meaning of "break a leg" EWeston: Use your prothesis Cat: if they applaud, you bend your knees to acknowledge that, thus "break a leg" NancyKat: Cat-Hmmm. eeenteresting. EWeston: A vaudville thing? DJTweeny: I Did Not Know That Cat ZookyFogg: I'm growing another out back. Pyramid Pachouli: Cat's right, & Proctor too Cat: maybe before that, ew. wiki would know. shoes for the dead: older than that, I bet Pyramid Pachouli: From 16th cent. actually DJTweeny: Some really wonderful faux-commercials on this recording ||||||||| 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: proc has been acting since childhood. i think he's taken a lot of bows, but not broken yet NancyKat:Tweeny-Yes... Cat: on all of their albums, tween pinholeF200: Prescriptions filled without a prescription after 10 EWeston: Bergman let out all the stops on some on the Dear Freinds album NancyKat: eeeeedeots...i'm surrrounded by eeedeots... Pyramid Pachouli: Loved the TV Guide improvs on Friends. EWeston: We're fluffy as all get out ZookyFogg: I'm growing that out back, too. Colorado here I come. DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give Nancy a de-idiot-ifier ||||||||| Catherwood hands nancy a de-idiot-ifier. EWeston: Can you get a app for that? Mr. Bark Bark: I had to get a nap after that! DJTweeny: would certainly be popular, EW NancyKat:Tweeny...LOL....I miss R&S...and the 80's.....and Vibrance shampoo... lily: its on floppy shoes for the dead: it sure would eat the batteries NancyKat: Fang you Catherwood-*hands him some grapes* ||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside NancyKat and asks "Do you have something for me to do?" Mr. Bark Bark: Stop calling me floppy. EWeston: Programed in Unix ||||||||| 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!" ZookyFogg: You smell pretty. Thanks for that. Could be worse. ||||||||| 9:17 PM: Nabby jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" DJTweeny: Shoes, was it you that requested "Yes, Mistress"? DJTweeny: Hi Nabby NancyKat: nabby hey! shoes for the dead: Nabby! Nabby: Ello ello EWeston: Eek its Nabby! Cat: nabster shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Nabby: Evening NancyKat: MMM Faygo gingerale... Pyramid Pachouli: good to smell me again ||||||||| 9:19 PM: Merlyn 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: Kewl shoes, finally found a short enough Firesign album so I could play it and stay within the time constraints lily: wearing a half sweater EWeston: Sidereal of Paraguraian DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn Merlyn: hey DJ ZookyFogg: I'm trying to remember the first time I heard someones butt ring. Cat: hey merl shoes for the dead: pretty big ring........... EWeston: A brown letter day? Nabby: Hi Merlyn Merlyn: hi cat Mr. Bark Bark: Those are hard to keep clean. ZookyFogg: I'm just trying to remember stuff. shoes for the dead: hey Merl NancyKat: Ahh balone.... Pyramid Pachouli: We've come to a bitter end Cat: you were there when proc told us the origin of "break a leg," right? EWeston: Its easier to make it all up, Belated ni Merly Nabby: what? ||||||||| L_Kelraith sneaks in around 9:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." Merlyn: I dunno cat ZookyFogg: Google Drone Delivery Pods for regular folks. ||||||||| Lil enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. DJTweeny: Hi LK NancyKat: Google buttpaste... DJTweeny: Hi Lil Cat: backstage before the show in 05. old seattle theatre NancyKat: Hi, Lil... shoes for the dead: to polish the ring? lily: weeeee EWeston: Lil's in cool Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Nabby: Hey Lil Merlyn: don't recall it, cat, what was the origin? Lil: Hi Just Folks Nabby: this is a very silly record 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 Mr. Bark Bark: Googol buttpaste is more than I need. ||||||||| "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!" ZookyFogg: Tang-fer, over, out, pete, noel, mercy Cat: doc and lily and i were wandering around behind the theatre looking for an entrance. i think bunny boy was there too NancyKat: Lemon Curry? Lil: Never heard this one before, it's great lol DJTweeny: "Lemon Car" Pyramid Pachouli: Lemming hurry? Nabby: oil pressure gonna drop on meeeee Mr. Bark Bark: I took the Lemming Pledge, but it required a leap of faith. pinholeF200: Threw a rod, is that serious? Merlyn: was that the theater that had what used to be the old "colored people" separate entrance to the highest balcony? DJTweeny: This album was out of print for a really long time Lil. Now available on CD at the above link Nabby: lol NancyKat: Oh, those pooor lemmings.... Lil: haha ZookyFogg: I know where you can get a sticker. shoes for the dead: how far did it go Pin? ||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!" EWeston: I always keep a handy cliff in a pants pocket. Lil: What's the title again? NancyKat: I shot de sherrif then i shot a mango tree... DJTweeny: Lil >> see the banner Pyramid Pachouli: Poor Faith, with all those people trying to leap over her... EWeston: Give us a break, I think Merlyn: “GIVE US A BREAK” NancyKat: Pyramid-GOOD ONE! DJTweeny: That skit was called "Lemon Car" pinholeF200: 206 miles to Chicago shoes for the dead: echo in hehe NancyKat: You're mother was a hamster.... Lil: my brain is malfunctioning at the moment sorry Lil: Thanks Merl DJTweeny: lol Nancy ZookyFogg: Oh, that guy. Pyramid Pachouli: Thanks Nancy! NancyKat: I did it again...WTF!? EWeston: An yer fadda smelt of elderberries NancyKat: *lobs a cow over the parapet* ZookyFogg: Talking and listening is a cloven mind trick. Mr. Bark Bark: Is there anyone else up there we could speak to? Pyramid Pachouli: & wat deed he think of den when he smelt den? shoes for the dead: smelt of smelt EWeston: Those cows never forget
Nabby avoids the cow. pinholeF200: to forget is bovine EWeston: watch it she's on skates ZookyFogg: Cows laying down means rain, tired, or birthing. shoes for the dead: hell on wheels lily: I am getting dizzy ||||||||| 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: great synth NancyKat: nabby-it's ok, it's made of quarter pounders *ok, ok, oblique Pulp fiction ref.8 Nabby: your head is spinnin EWeston: Not many people cansay their really into dizzy Cat: the coloured entrance? could be, merl. it was an old theatre. maybe they made jimi hendrix sit in the balcony Nabby: oblique oblada shoes for the dead: he probly snuck in, Cat Nabby: lol NK ZookyFogg: How to undizzy is to turn the other way. EWeston: Obaldah, dah. lily: weee Merlyn: ok, but what did Procmer say about the origin of break a leg? NancyKat: Nabby, Ew...nice EWeston: Ask Lily ZookyFogg: Still gotta let some residual wear. Cat: if your show got a lot of applause, you'd sort of bow on one knee, as if you were proposing. thus, "break a leg" Merlyn: ah Mr. Bark Bark: Interesting Cat: one of your chatters says its from the 16th century. shakespeare was probably breaking legs Nabby: aha fun facts to know and tell shoes for the dead: what do residuals wear? NancyKat: Effluvia? ZookyFogg: Single bended knee is how she proposed to me standing on one leg. EWeston: Cold hard cash DJTweeny: Cat, it might have a different meaning if you were performing for the Teamsters ZookyFogg: Cordoroy Nabby: I thought it was some sort of weird reverse psychology gag curse but I'm that way EWeston: Occupational hazard for the chipping gun dancers ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Nabby: More sugar! NancyKat: Moar! DJTweeny: The morning noose lol ZookyFogg: I got busted for lolly gagging. EWeston: Less hexersize Pyramid Pachouli: Ol' Alister again EWeston: Lolly abuse you misheard it here Nabby: Pump & Spray EWeston: The pump! DJTweeny: "Sat Nite Gun Mart" ZookyFogg: I'm the meander, the meanderer, the meanderer Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE US A BREAK” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln Cat: sex with your brolly? sounds like mary poppins lily: 3 times outta here EWeston: And have no regard for the safety of my lips shoes for the dead: stale welfare rolls Pyramid Pachouli: Is the brolly up or down? Just wondering'... ZookyFogg: What would one eat if it weren't for chickens? DJTweeny: groat clusters NancyKat: Zooky- Shellfish? Nabby: that's the one Merlyn: stale welfare rolls in free congressional gravy! ZookyFogg: Define meek. EWeston: I think its from Chezoslaovaia ei ei oh ZookyFogg: Yes. More fish. pinholeF200: is the gravy wavy? Pyramid Pachouli: Define earth DJTweeny: doesn't sound very tasty, Merlyn NancyKat: meek= cockroaches lily: rat toenails NancyKat: Rats on sticks... Cat: this sounds like Life of Brian, only its much earlier ZookyFogg: That's what I thought. EWeston: I use thumb tacks Nabby: frog snot Pyramid Pachouli: My thoughts, Cat! DJTweeny: "Our Natural Anthem" Pyramid Pachouli: Thumb tax? Nabby: wow what a bizarre, silly record! Lil: EWeston: Don't fire till you see the whites of their frog snot NancyKat: Nabby-you expected less? LOL... Cat: i just looked it up. life of brian was 79, this wasn't much before that Lil: I must have choked lol Nabby: Good point. Ahem. ZookyFogg: Natural space music is my anthem. EWeston: Its my aftershave Nabby: Hypersonic space stereo. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Catherwood close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?books EWeston: He's going skitso DJTweeny: ** Catherwood is a reserved name for a chat bot, please pick something else ||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTweeny shoes for the dead: Yves St. Stool Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv Nabby: Yves of Ypres ZookyFogg: I love a good concussion wave from an appropriate distance and black licorice. Cat: ossman and bergman were still doing this character in their final podcast in 2012 EWeston: U Bolla Retsin Mr. Bark Bark: "Why, who are you, old man?? ||||||||| "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!" DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give Catherwood another name :) ||||||||| Catherwood brings another name ). EWeston: Low man on the totum lollipop Mr. Bark Bark: Why, what do you think we ought to call him? Mr. Bark Bark: He doesn't have a name... Pyramid Pachouli: Farewell dear friends, I'm wafting off into sensitive sense... NancyKat: Late for Diner!? EWeston: Fred wuld be a treat ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Glen', just granted probation at 9:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: well you be good PP NancyKat: PP, fair thee wells... shoes for the dead: by, P P Nabby: Glen! DJTweeny: Hi Glen ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:43 PM, dragging Betty Jo Bialowski by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Cat: It's Saving Mr. Banks time. speaking of Mary Poppins Mr. Bark Bark: We haven't seen the last of him. lily: this is not funny Glen: YO Cat: by pp ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “YES, MISTRESS”- 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 **' Glen: I mean LO! DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo shoes for the dead: and Glen arrives just in time EWeston: The scent remains, left a dry cleaning deposit? Cat: hi betty NancyKat: Hello Glen...hello Betty Jo aka doppleganger...lol... Nabby: And lo... EWeston: Mind the traffic cones, please NancyKat: HiGH shoes for the dead: amd wide NancyKat: and lo Glen: My Ys and my Ls are looking a lot alike these days - Dr. Me Nabby: I'm still confused pinholeF200: Lo rider carma Cat: playing Johnny Pissoff got them fired from their previous radio show 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 Betty Jo Bialowski: Hi DJTweeny. Hi Cat. Hi Nancy Kat. I'll be in the aviary, studying trees. EWeston: They study you too ZookyFogg: Cab of Doom, or Doomer, was a friend who'd love you. Glen: Karma doesn't exist. NancyKat: Betty Jo-Yes becasue we can't alk here... DJTweeny: Yes, tonight and another time Cat: dont get stunted, betty DJTweeny: We have a Catherwood in chat ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear DJTweeny Nabby: karma dharma ding dong Cat: hes not a real wood. he's not even a real Ed. ZookyFogg: Do grumpy and get grumpy back mostly is Karma, Nabby: Which real Ed? Lil: Love these recordings of the live shows EWeston: He just flew in, all twelve arms are tired NancyKat: Cat-LOL...He's not joe well he's not ed... Mr. Bark Bark: Ask the real Louise Glen: KACHINAS! Lil: they are in so-called real time Cat: he had to reassure us he wasn't stoned. EWeston: You mean Nancy! Lil: if there is any real time ZookyFogg: Squid Morgan here. Cat: apparently a rare occasion DJTweeny: sure Lil: from Kacheina Industries Cat: time is real enough for me. maybe not me in another universe though EWeston: Check his beard for lice ||||||||| 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: goat matches NancyKat: Lil..ie China? Nabby: I was a swamp meet kachina for your love, babe Lil: I heard they were bought by Bag of Beverly Hills Lil: yep ZookyFogg: Time is and isn't. Wrap a bud around that. Nabby: lice? Cat: oh lucy, i've brought Fidel Castro home for dinner. Lil: LOL Cat EWeston: Time is what keeps everything from happenning at once in front of your eyes Glen: I only have two spoons!! EWeston: Go to Good Will , They gots plenty shoes for the dead: of lice? Nabby: lice bowl ZookyFogg: Time Yogi, can you spare a second? Mr. Bark Bark: I took the lice bucket challenge, I was itchin' to do some good. ||||||||| 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!" EWeston: Its considered good manners amongust the Morgan Squids Nabby: and Boo Boo Cat: that's a line from my play Red Shift, Lil. http://www.seemreal.com/redshift/index.htm shoes for the dead: yes but it will cost oyu an hour ZookyFogg: Har, Bark. EWeston: Good exercise too pinholeF200: a guaranteed hourly hour... Lil: That's Freudstein Theatre EWeston: On scale Glen: signal hill shoes for the dead: and annual year ZookyFogg: Them Morgan Squids have their own hats. Cat: a guaranteed annual year EWeston: Made from marmoset felt Glen: Alan S. Marmoset NancyKat: EW-I wonder how the Marmoset felt about that!? Mr. Bark Bark: In Marmoset Falls. ||||||||| Outside, the 9:54 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. pinholeF200: falls right over....no fun ZookyFogg: Gotta love the banquets. EWeston: You knock them out before you shave them Glen: In God Wet Rust Bunnyboy: Hey! RED SHIFT's back up! shoes for the dead: hey Bun Cat: hey bunny NancyKat: Bunnyboy! Lil: Chicago Nabby: His Lie My Lai Nabby: Hi Bunny ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Catherwood - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Pyramid Pachouli - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| lily - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ZookyFogg: Clean as you go. EWeston: A bunny is a horrible thing to waste ZookyFogg: Color me. Bunnyboy: Catherwood is dead? ||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Bunnyboy Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bunny Bunnyboy: Ah. No such luck. 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 Mr. Bark Bark: Only if you play him backwards. Lil: Bang! Nabby: Catherwood only smells funny. ||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Nabby and mumbles "Someone mention my name?" NancyKat: taupe... EWeston: Back to the fount of perpetual reserection Bunnyboy: Playin' possum, eh, poltroon? ZookyFogg: Say that in Aramaic. EWeston: That was my guess Nancy ||||||||| 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!" Betty Jo Bialowski: The Little Vietnamese now The Little Iraqis Glen: marx pinholeF200: doric, ionic or corinthian? NancyKat: communist fifth columnist shoes for the dead: fifth columnist NancyKat: RICH CORINTHIAN LEATHER! shoes for the dead: echo in here ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Hour Hour Broadcasts “YES, MISTRESS”- 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 **' Glen: pinhole knows from columns EWeston: Sixth waver Nabby: six colonists NancyKat: echoechoecho... Mr. Bark Bark: If I drove this in my country, I'd be abducted! Nabby: echo in here NancyKat: Sith coloumnists... Cat: the poor corinthian leather is around the back Nabby: chochocho... pinholeF200: jr high made me a Greek geek Glen: Snowdrop Washington! ZookyFogg: If Jesus could cure alcoholism I could drink all day. EWeston: Yellow looking folks? Mr. Bark Bark: That's jaundice Glen: I ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Glen: ve ever taken a drink before in my life but he's dead now and by God I'm gonna drink FOREVER shoes for the dead: i raise you VI NancyKat: Yes, Me, No Master EWeston: The all jaundice dancing Sith team Cat: I think Jesus would open his own winery now. The sacred Grape Nabby: I'm drunk on life Nabby: hic NancyKat: EW-From Morescience High? Nabby: Want a pull? DJTweeny: ** As I mentioned, this was a request from shoes for Yes, Mistress. If there's something you'd like to hear, let me know and I'll try to fit it in sometime :) EWeston: What proof is that life ZookyFogg: Feel free to feel free. Cat: I just celebrated my 43rd anniversary of non-sobriety last month. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. DJTweeny: lol Cat Glen: Don't mock me ||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store." EWeston: Commy Marters I think Glen: oh ah hates to be mocked Cat: are you a turtle? ZookyFogg: We talking about Jesus Shern, right? Glen: slightly yes Mr. Bark Bark: You can mock time, but you can't mock Glen. EWeston: We got some nice smocks, in red green and meat Timeghost: I'd love to stay, but I have another appointment. Forward, into the past! Glen: Beautiful Sooooop Nabby: mock turtle neck very fashionable NancyKat: A mock time? shoes for the dead: obesity powders Mr. Bark Bark: Bye for now, Mr. Ghost... Glen: God I love these lists of silly words from Proctor Bunnyboy: Duck hats. Where is dey? Mr. Bark Bark: He married a little girl, in Mock Time. EWeston: Put your teay into the upright postition Glen: Guam Nabby: I needs a new nullifier NancyKat: BB, next to the Eyeball hats... ZookyFogg: I got drunk once. It lasted twenty years. pinholeF200: prevents hangovers Glen: the first night I ever got smashedly drunk, blacked out and heard Dwarf for the very first time. Glen: not in that order shoes for the dead: bacon and eggs and beer ZookyFogg: Few memories are fond. EWeston: Catherwood give everyone a neurilizer ||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone a neurilizer. shoes for the dead: all mammaries are the Mr. Bark Bark: The older you get, the harder they are to fond. NancyKat: EW AGHK! shoes for the dead: tho Nabby: it's that &@$! harmonica EWeston: Erks ine or eee NancyKat: Bark Bark..fond-le those golden mammaries Glen: it was a banana, not a harmonica Nabby: lol I see Cat: i'm as fond of my wife's mammaries as ever. in our 40th year. Mr. Bark Bark: I call them the Golden Apples of the Sun. EWeston: Tell that to the coackroaches Nabby: that's different Glen: YES MISTRESS ZookyFogg: I play piano by ear. Mr. Bark Bark: Well, sure, Mr. President. Where can I get a job? NancyKat: Cat-Awesome. Cat: that must hurt, fogg shoes for the dead: that must hurt Nabby: Frick & Frack shoes for the dead: damn echo ZookyFogg: Yes, but worth it. EWeston: Prehensile lobs strike, again Nabby: damn echo pinholeF200: deja vu all over again EWeston: Concrete echos last ZookyFogg: I'll take the pain for the pleasure it gives. shoes for the dead: the wicked little finger Nabby: lol Bunnyboy: Started the DOMM files from scratch, eh? NancyKat: This confuses me... Glen: eh? Glen: I'm not confused shoes for the dead: what? Glen: sounds like a parlor game that proctor found in a book somewhere EWeston: I was corn fused, but surgury cured that Cat: doesn't everything, glen? NancyKat: CBT laundromat... Mr. Bark Bark: Butt surgery? Nabby: the bananamonica Glen: Well, yes- I must confess. Glen: THAT'S why Austin said 'amazing what sounds you can get out of a banana' ZookyFogg: Stephen King gave me the finger. I'm figure I'm pretty well screwed I figure. Hail Mary. NancyKat: Kiss my bustle... ||||||||| 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!" Cat: thanks, glen Nabby: omg *smacks forehead* of course! Glen: DON"T YOU SEE?? NancyKat: Zooky...egads... Glen: YES! Cat: good thing king didn't cut your finger off, fogg Glen: he had a little plastic toy harmonica shaped like a banana!!!! ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Timeghost - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr. Bark Bark: He usually buried them in Bustle Sematary. Nabby: don't we all? ZookyFogg: I'm riding my last wave. Mr. Bark Bark: Well, don't Rosh off... EWeston: Just upriver from the Hustle Seminary Nabby: well hang on to your potatoes ZF Glen: our hour for love ZookyFogg: There may be light. NancyKat: ZF-Adieu Bunnyboy: Yes, the first HOUR HOUR. Mr. Bark Bark: Hustle Seminary was the big conversion center for Bozos who wanted nose jobs, right? EWeston: Hour of Power rather ZookyFogg: Yes. Fingers are good. NancyKat: Hour of Glower...Hour of Panther ZookyFogg: He was going by in a limo. Mr. Bark Bark: I thought you said "Hour of Prattle." EWeston: No it taught mega churchery, for fun and profit DJTweeny: ** FYI - The book that comes with DOMM contains rundowns of all the shows, explaining what each segment is about. Pretty cool 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 Mr. Bark Bark: But they could never turn a prophet. EWeston: And the echos of marmosets Nabby: prophet schemes pinholeF200: full frontal projection
DJTweeny used to have Prophet 5, but it turned on him ||||||||| 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!" ZookyFogg: Just for the news headline to fill in later. ||||||||| 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!" NancyKat: bark Bark-for that you'd need a conversion chart ||||||||| 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: Did it make him happy? EWeston: Its trendy good looking, with a good head of hair Mr. Bark Bark: I had one, periodically. Nabby: whale hork EWeston: Hair tides are so sad shoes for the dead: negro whale Mr. Bark Bark: Amber Griss was my stage name. EWeston: Smelly beasts ZookyFogg: Let's go Negro whale watching. squeeze_the_wheeze: have a good night all..early to bed for me tonight...see ya on the funway pinholeF200: Dutchess of Whales NancyKat: Squeeze Bunnyboy: The Prophet-5 is just a bunch of operators. Mr. Bark Bark: Happy Noon Year! DJTweeny: nite squeeze EWeston: Nity nitees aqueeze Cat: gotta jump down, turn around, pick a bale of whales
DJTweeny wonders what happened to Dex and P shoes for the dead: by squeeze Cat: by squeeze Cat: balean whales of course EWeston: Jump down turn around pick some manattees too ZookyFogg: How about the little seen Albino pliesasaur. Nabby: ride the whale Nabby: yeehaa Mr. Bark Bark: Don't make them mad, Nabby. EWeston: They found one with Jimmy Duratee's nose pinholeF200: ride the snake, the snake is a river Mr. Bark Bark: That was the gnarl-whale, right? NancyKat: EW-karl malden too? Nabby: never no no no ZookyFogg: I'll stick with mechanical bulls. NancyKat: bernoose Nabby: A whale could...strain you to deaf Mr. Bark Bark: Don't get saucy with me, Bernoose. EWeston: Fox figures it was Obama's time machine was how it happened ||||||||| 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." NancyKat: Who is shaving all these whales? Glen: More goofy words from Phil ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" EWeston: Karl's mumified nose is still secure Glen: quoits! ZookyFogg: I shave my chest occasionally. Mr. Bark Bark: Anti-Chrysler motors. Heh heh heh Glen: hirsute horse suit NancyKat: Glen-they're all goits...and smegheads... shoes for the dead: anti-christler motors Mr. Bark Bark: Ahh pinholeF200: Clarence Despair's House of Bad Brakes Bunnyboy: (sings) Who is making those new brown clouds? Glen: Q EWeston: Grits gits motors Nabby: these need to be in a game bang bango bang NancyKat: 10101100111010101001011010101010110101010101010110 ZookyFogg: I got a piece of Durantes petrified nose from Ebay. Glen: El Mescalit Nabby: how now brown cloud? DJTweeny: Realistic sound? Is that like from Radio Shack? EWeston: Freeze cloud! Mr. Bark Bark: Is the Apple Store just Radio Shack with an aesthetic? Nabby: oh yeah? well 1101010010101110! ZookyFogg: Best $500 I ever spent. Glen: quick google that DJTweeny: could be, Bark Nabby: Realistic brand sausage kits. EWeston: He hexidecimaled seductively shoes for the dead: tastes like pork Mr. Bark Bark: They're friendlier in Radio Shack... EWeston: Looks like lettus NancyKat: Perkele! Cat: the radio shack out on the alien highway? shoes for the dead: lettuce spray Nabby: resistors and diodes, transistors, oh my Mr. Bark Bark: That's why the aliens go out that way. Mr. Bark Bark: Spare parts. Glen: are we doing hitler Nabby: that's why they so mean pinholeF200: Solid State University, Class of 1984 EWeston: The lettus has run amuck Glen: the front is an alligator and the back end is a crocodile ZookyFogg: Schlugen Tomatos are sweeter than scnitzel. Nabby: Sig Freud! Glen: how do they shit? That's why deys so MEAN shoes for the dead: amok a mile Mr. Bark Bark: They sure are. Bunnyboy: Didja all hear about Sirius XM's latest court pitfall? Bunnyboy:http://www.hollywoodreporter.com/thr-esq/siriusxm-suffers-crushing-loss-high-734981 Nabby: aren't dey doe Mr. Bark Bark: That whole business is going to the dogs. EWeston: Dey all headless! Nabby: yes Bunny! Bunnyboy: Yay, Turtles! Cat: great news for the turtles and us all, bun ZookyFogg: A good meal today is a good crap tomorrow. Nabby: very groovy ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from jaundice ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Glen: it's those little toy cow sound fx ||||||||| 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!" Mr. Bark Bark: It's a load off their backs. Bunnyboy: Well, Hi, Colonic! Nabby: love those cow cans yeah Glen: turn em over and they say moo EWeston: With the hot sause they keep in a safe, its an exciting movement. Nabby: do they still have the little ones? Bunnyboy: And the publicity photo of Christopher Walken as Captain Hook just kills. Glen: i found a large graduated set of em from tiny to basso EWeston: No their hedge fund managers now Bunnyboy: I'll let y'all find that one. Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, got to step away for a sec Cat: not whales i hope, bun ZookyFogg: Do you grow up dreaming I want to be a colonoscopist? Nabby: Haha awesome Glen: HE IS READING FROM THE MAGIC CHRISTIAN Nabby: Beats being a colonaut -ever see "Fantastic Colon?" EWeston: I wanna be a retrocranial investigator Bunnyboy: I gotta watch THE MAGIC CHRISTIAN. Cat: was that ringo's first flick, glen? Glen: yes- based on the book ||||||||| "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!" Glen: Terry Southern ||||||||| 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!"
Bunnyboy looks over his shoulder, at the stack THE MAGIC CHRISTIAN is buried under. Nabby: Funny, weird movie Cat: i have to read his books. ZookyFogg: No, I haven't caught that one. Nabby: Me too Glen: a bit literal, perhaps ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Glen: great movie shoes for the dead: Yes Mistress! Cat: i overheard a conversation between george harrison and some, maybe bankers and a jean harlow clone in an la restaurant in 73. Bunnyboy: Cat: I gotta play Bad Canada / Good Canada... Nabby: Ringo and Sellers Cat: george told them he wanted to go into movies, like ringo. i guess thatr's he was referring to Bunnyboy: Bad: The Blue Jays beating up the Mariners, this week. Glen: hmmm Cat: but not today, alas, bun. Glen: George ended up in movies- Shanghai Surprise Glen: handmade Bunnyboy: Good: Pulled out a 20 year old VHS dub, from the CBC...of HELLZAPOPPIN! Cat: my lousy jays still not over .500 for the season and now they have to beat Orioles! ZookyFogg: Must step out for air and smoke break. Nabby: forgot about that one, you guys are formidable Cat: glen, he founded Handmade Films to make Life of Brian by mortaging his la house, as i recall Nabby: (Shanghai Surprise) shoes for the dead: money was probly better in movies than music ||||||||| 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!" Glen: Opening scene of hellzapoppin is incredible Cat: the conversation began with him saying, "i don't want to be down to my last $5000, like Mickey Rooney" Cat: i was surprised he said dollars, not pounds. Mr. Bark Bark: That explains "Breakfast At Tiffanies." Bunnyboy: Warner Archive just released Olson and Johnson's movie debut, OH, SAILOR BEHAVE! (1930). Nabby: Well Rooney was smaller so..... Cat: i know hellzapoppin from the long riff proc and the guys do on that on one of the hour hours EWeston: But what of The Bedsitting Room? Glen: I just got Skidoo shoes for the dead: and weighed less ZookyFogg: Tell Isabelle and Ferd I fell of the edge. Bunnyboy: Glen: Have fun with that! Nabby: Skidoo! Great credits Cat: yeah but not much smaller, nab. i was very surprised how short george was. Cat: yes but terrrible flick, nab Nabby: he was? huh Glen: which one is terrible Bunnyboy: The Olive Films reissue? EWeston: No time for a telegrapg message? Cat: groucho must realy have been desperate for the bread. Glen: how dare you all Glen: it's just a long commercial for acid Cat: only good thing from that flick is paul krassner's description of it in his autobi. Cat: doing acid with groucho to get ready for the part. Glen: i would pay money to see groucho on acid Nabby: Skidoo credits (Nilsson) http://youtu.be/q4IMX26xF9Q Glen: harry is my hero Nabby: lol Glen Mr. Bark Bark: In Gilbert Gottfried's podcast, they joke that Groucho always did stuff because "Chico needed the money" for his gambling debts. Glen: atsa fine Cat: read Confessions of a Raving, Unconfined Nut by Krassner Bunnyboy: T'weren't all a joke. Chico burnt money. Cat: true, bark EWeston: Son of Scimilson is a fun piece of vynil Nabby: there was always a point to his piano playing Cat: i read bio of groucho which said the same thing. thats what kept them working Bunnyboy: I better Skidoo, my own self. Night, yez! Glen: The point was ANOTHER ad for acid NancyKat: BB, BB! Nabby: hey Bunny be groovy shoes for the dead: Edmond! EWeston: G'nite our bunny Cat: by bun Glen: me too gotta run Mr. Bark Bark: In the middle of the 900-page "George S Kaufman and His Friends," there's a "laugh till you cry" chapter on the Marx Brothers' gambling and money problems. Glen: in my socks Merlyn: nite every 1 Glen: bye kids Nabby: Say hi to Buzz ||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... EWeston: Bring Glenda next time Glen: aw doooo Glen: adieu Nabby: achoo Nabby: have at you NancyKat: Geshundheidt! ||||||||| At 10:37 PM, Bunnyboy runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." EWeston: Knatchu! shoes for the dead: geshundheit! NancyKat: Dakesheun! Nabby: lol shoes for the dead: snort Cat: the ship's prussian captain NancyKat: cat-Not quite the solution I hexpected! EWeston: Captin Stinking took it over later EWeston: Still plying in the illicit trades of rubber goods anspiders Nabby: But it's a good kind of confused NancyKat: I had a spinal tap 2 10...viral menningitus was going around.. Cat: sounds painful, nancy EWeston: And dangerous NancyKat: Cat-they numbed me first...i had to lay on my side...just felt the pressure... Nabby: yikes shoes for the dead: Hi NSA guy Cat: unless you're harry shearer. then it must have been lucrative Mr. Bark Bark: The whole world was spinning!
Nabby virtually moons the NSA guy. NancyKat: ry Lou retton had a excersize album out at the time, last track on the second side-spine tinglers... ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" NancyKat: cat-ya... EWeston: Good, the other option is learning chinese ZookyFogg: I'm good. It wasn't Stephen King. NancyKat: Would rather learn Turkish... Nabby: glad you're o-k NK Cat: i had some minor dental surgery on monday. damned hard to guzzle sangria when you have no feeling in your jaw! NancyKat: Nabby-fangs...t'was years ago...about 26, to be p[resact... EWeston: We can allow puckish Mr. Bark Bark: It's hard enough to SAY sangria with no feeling in your jaw. NancyKat: Cat-egads.Ow..i had all 4 wisdom teeth pulled when I was about 14. DJTweeny: Did the surgery go well, Cat? Lil: those guys used a lot of the soundtruck from Spartacus lol Nabby: Cool NancyK DJTweeny: true Bark lol ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'mahatma57', just granted probation at 10:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly. DJTweeny: Hi mahatma NancyKat: After a while, you just take the cotton out and swallow the trickle of blood to take the horsepills... Cat: this was just a filling filing. i barely remember being 14 DJTweeny: you're a tad late ;) Mr. Bark Bark: We're all Spartacus now. DJTweeny: < 10 minutes left :/ ZookyFogg: Most of those I've considered contemporay Mentors happen to be about 10 years older. ||||||||| 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." Nabby: mahamataha hi DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern Cat: i would assume so, tween. mahatma57: Sry got a night class on Thursdays now.. Nabby: hala NancyKat:tweeny-yeah, was high as a kite afterwards and my mom left me standing on the sidewalk so she could go get the car.... Nabby: hola DJTweeny: ah, well then you're excused mahatma ;) NancyKat: namaste, Mahatma. Cat: that sounds a lot like a story austin's neighbour, zappa's daughter tells DJTweeny: Good thing you didn't have to drive, Nancy ZookyFogg: Thanks everyone for the satchels. pinholeF200: Scariest part of my wisdom tooth surgery was riding with my brother.... Cat: from satchell to paige! NancyKat:Tweeny-Lol...yeah....very good, 'cause i didn't even have a permit... Mr. Bark Bark: Satchels and Paige. EWeston: I had a truss in mine Mr. Bark Bark: D'oh, Cat! NancyKat: Cat-really? Nabby: You can't do that on the radio ||||||||| 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!" ZookyFogg: You can talk again. Can you do a Milborne Stone impression? Cat: it's on marc maron's WTF podcast with his then girlfriend, miss zappa Nabby: Say thank you Cat: Moon Zappa, that's her name. NancyKat: I almost peed just then.... Nabby: Moon DJTweeny: Moon Unit Zappa shoes for the dead: Moon Unit EWeston: Moon Unit Cat: i remember her as Moon Unit shoes for the dead: echo NancyKat: Moon Unit, I believe... Cat: now it's just Moon. ZookyFogg: Invention is my intention. Nabby: Oh m'god! EWeston: We can has a concensus NancyKat: echo...jinx....ruth bader ginsburg! DJTweeny: Thanks for requesting this shoes, a really good one :) ||||||||| 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: aren't they all, tween? NancyKat: Con those censusees... ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." EWeston: Retreat! Mr. Bark Bark: And remember, if your calendar says "5775," it's time to buy a new calendar. ZookyFogg: My dog friends are a bunch of boners. DJTweeny: that could be a problem, yes Cat: if my calendar talks to me, i've taken the wrong drugs, bark pinholeF200: still the 38th of Cunegonde here Mr. Bark Bark: And just in time. NancyKat: Temporarily marmost county.... pinholeF200: Trust the French to invent a Metric calendar EWeston: Latitude or longitude> Nabby: The Wrong Drugs ||||||||| 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!" NancyKat: marmoset shoes for the dead: Okinawa disease Nabby: mamasaid EWeston: The teeth , man Cat: marmomatch Mr. Bark Bark: Guests of the Waiting Room stay at the fabulous Chateau Marmoset. ZookyFogg: I play my harps when their here and they scatter. Cat: if they dont chew, they grow through your nose shoes for the dead: marmogame Nabby: And it is fabulous EWeston: See the famous marmoset fountain in the lobby Cat: marmo en plano pinholeF200: Can see his oui oui ZookyFogg: I promise only to grow and fluctuate. Nabby: marmoset squeezins at the bar EWeston: Marmoset towels in the bath shoes for the dead: fluffed marmosets on your bed Nabby: Where's the oui oui room ZookyFogg: Magic question. So who is God? EWeston: They took it ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Glen - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Mr. Bark Bark: You mean the doo-dah room. Cat: next to the non non room shoes for the dead: Yes? mahatma57: "Marmy..Marmy...howIluvya, howIloveya.. pinholeF200: no, the electric oui oui room Nabby: I did you're right BB Lil: loved it Tweeny Nabby: shoes excellent choice shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!!! L_Kelraith: oui oui Nabby: electric oui oui??!! Nick Dang: Thank you for hosting! Lil: yes Shoes NancyKat: omg i almost died laughing there...it hurt...lolz... ZookyFogg: Ad Astra, Firesign and Friends. Nabby: Thanks Tween & Merlyn! Cat: eclectic Mr. Bark Bark: Thanks Curt! And thanks Kurt! pinholeF200: thanks Tween shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! Cat: your uusal great show, tween NancyKat: merci beaucoup, DJTWEENY! Lil: Take care all enjoy life Nabby: lol EWeston: G'nite, sleep tight, exercise yer gerbiles DJTweeny: Bark is being curt with me DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Cat: thanks to firesign, life is vastly enjoyable, mahatma57: Tanks for the mammaries.. NancyKat: Kurt...lolbb! Mr. Bark Bark: Yeay! Lil: bye bye sweetie Lil: night all Nabby: Not insane! I'm off! Night night all! ZookyFogg: Gotta go smoke my prescription. Cat: it is indeed, lil Lil: it's been unreal Mr. Bark Bark: Which real? Nabby: (It has been unreal, I agree) Lil: the last reel DJTweeny: Until last time, again... Nabby: Whoops! mahatma57: Eat the document Cat: it's all real. until it isn't ||||||||| DJTweeny rushes off, saying "10:58 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| "10:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims pinholeF200, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles. ||||||||| At 10:58 PM, Cat scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Lil: of this vintage radio show ||||||||| Nick Dang hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Nick Dang?! It's 10:59 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" Lil: and out ||||||||| 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: ||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague ||||||||| L_Kelraith - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice ||||||||| ZookyFogg - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the common cold ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold ||||||||| macCat - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| NancyKat - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| EWeston - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly.. ||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| 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:
Betty Jo Bialowski
Bunnyboy
Cat
DJTweeny
EWeston
Glen
Lil
lily
L_Kelraith
mahatma57
Merlyn
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
NancyKat
Nick Dang
pinholeF200
Pyramid Pachouli
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Timeghost
ZookyFogg
