||||||||| 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 February 26, 2015 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Wids', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:25 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| It's 9:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Wids - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'P Tirebiter', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:53 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 1:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| P Tirebiter - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 6:30 PM, dragging Tamster by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| It's 6:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Tamster - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| "6:44 PM? 6:44 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Conrad should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Conrad enters and sits in the comfy chair. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 7:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Conrad - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (8:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - visit Firesign’s web site at www.firesigntheatrelegacy.com **' ||||||||| DJTweeny is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 8:05 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood leads DJTweeny into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:15 PM, then departs. ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 8:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn. ||||||||| Outside, the 8:29 PM bus from North Carolina pulls away, leaving Hagerine coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:30 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Ralph: Hello, friends........... ||||||||| 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) **' DJTweeny: Hi Hagerine, Ralph Hagerine: Looking forward to this evening...anything to avoid working on taxes DJTweeny: does not sound like much fun Hagerine: Yes, I would rather inhale diesel fumes! DJTweeny: lol ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (The Small Faces) - 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) **' ||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 8:41 PM. ||||||||| Mudhead is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 8:41 PM. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:42 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule. DJTweeny: Hi Mudhead DJTweeny: at least you've got power & internet Mudhead: Hi Tweenster ||||||||| "8:44 PM? 8:44 PM!!" says Catherwood, "JimFlorentine should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as JimFlorentine enters and sits on the couch. Mudhead: Tommorow I fight the electric comany JimFlorentine: yo DJTweeny: Hi Jim ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" ||||||||| 8:44 PM: Shelby Bialosky 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!" Mudhead: Hi Jim n Shelby DJTweeny: Hi Shelby Shelby Bialosky: Greetings all! Shelby Bialosky: Hey Mud and the DJ... Mudhead: Its just been a dizzyingly technically failure of a day JimFlorentine: hosting Gotham Comedy Live tonight at 10pm est DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u ||||||||| 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!" JimFlorentine: nice I need 16k Mudhead: Wheres that at Jim? DJTweeny: kewl Jim ||||||||| Aaron bounds in at 8:47 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. JimFlorentine: axs tv DJTweeny: Hi Aaron Mudhead: Ive never been, how do I find it? Aaron: Hello. Cool Small Faces are playing ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dude inside, makes a note of the time (8:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. DJTweeny: Hi dude dude: I was touched by a dwarf at a young age... Mudhead: Velkommen dood Aaron: Is anyone's page blinking on and off again? This is my first time doing one of these chats DJTweeny: never the same after that 'incident', I'm sure Shelby Bialosky: Hey Mud and the DJ... dude: Your machine is broken Mudhead: Reset the time for redrawing the page to 1 or 2 Aaron: I'm 23. Heard of Firesign online and my uncle later told me a few years ago "You'll love them" DJTweeny: you can set the refresh rate, Aaron ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Moby close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary. DJTweeny: I have mine set for 5 seconds DJTweeny: choose CONFIGURE from the pop-up menu at the bottom Aaron: I'm using Chrome DJTweeny: Great to have you here, Aaron, as well as the other newcomers :) Shelby Bialosky: Hey Mud and the DJ... Aaron: I've owned Two Places at Once and Don't Crush for a few years. I've heard their other stuff on YouTube and elsewhere Hagerine: Aaron, you have a smart uncle! DJTweeny: See where it says 'Send to all', Aaron? DJTweeny: use that pop-up menu to choose CONFIGURE Aaron: Yep Aaron: I see it ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Jo Jo', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Mudhead: Hi JoJo DJTweeny: as long as you have java scripting enabled, the chat should work fine no matter the browser ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:53 PM and late as usual, it's Lt Bradshaw, just back from Hellmouth." DJTweeny: Hi Jo Jo Jo Jo: Greetings DJTweeny: Hi Bradshaw Aaron: I see the configure option and have clicked on it DJTweeny: Hi Moby JimFlorentine: I have to split guys,checking out the audio stream until soundcheck DJTweeny: OK Jim DJTweeny: see you later ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Cat into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:54 PM, then departs. Lt Bradshaw: You know what they say, better late than early. DJTweeny: Hey Cat ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Shelby Bialosky - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Moby: We can't talk here. Mudhead: Everyone who Ive not welcomed, welcome Aaron: I have two of the group's books too: the book of plays and the joke book Cat: Hi gang ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze steals in around 8:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident." squeeze_the_wheeze: 'sup ya'll DJTweeny: Hi wheeze ||||||||| lily tiptoes in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Aaron: its still blinking. I can't remember what to do. I went to configure and thats about it DJTweeny: Hi lily ||||||||| 8:57 PM: Shelby Bialosky jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| Catherwood ushers prairiemoon into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:57 PM, then departs. lily: evenin all you snow bunnie and thanks DJTween for a giggle or two DJTweeny: wb Shelby Shelby Bialosky: OK.. IN ||||||||| 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!" DJTweeny: Hi prairiemoon Cat: Hi lily, new folks prairiemoon: Thanks for the welcome! Shelby Bialosky: Thanx, had to download something. It's Freudian Theater ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bottles in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: Hi Bottles ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:58 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?" Cat: are you in the praries or from the praries, moon? DJTweeny: Hi shoes Cat: i got so i'd drink anything shoes for the dead: Howdy Shelby Bialosky: From the moon... ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Zooky Fogg inside, makes a note of the time (8:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Mudhead: evenin Cat DJTweeny: Hi Zooky ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 26, 2015 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Cat: mud, zook, moon bialosky ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! Shelby Bialosky: ...tick tick tick tick...... Hand me the pliers! shoes for the dead: the Fogg rolls in! prairiemoon: Quite a lag in the messages I am sending. Normal? (Is anything?) ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:00 PM, dragging sweetmilk by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?" Aaron: Who am I? lol ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Beet: Hello everyone DJTweeny: prairiemoon, you can set the refresh rate by chooing Configure from the popup menu lily: yeah moon Cat: lots of new folks here tonight. always nice shoes for the dead: hey Beet DJTweeny: it defaults to 10 seconds, I use 5 DJTweeny: Hi sweetmilk Zooky Fogg: Hi Tween. Missing audio. DJTweeny: Hi Beet ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'georgie', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... DJTweeny: Hi georgie lily: welcome to the prairiemoon: Thanks for the tips. sweetmilk: hola, and I can't even vouch for myself Beet: Is that the real Jim Florentine? Robin's boyfriend? lily: catherwood give our new guests hot toddies ||||||||| Catherwood brings our new guests hot toddies. ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nick close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom. Aaron: Guy from That Metal Show? Shelby Bialosky: Zookster... you need a plug in! Go here and click https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/index.php Cat: Dwarf is still bringing them in Ralph: where's Lily squeeze_the_wheeze: woo-hoo new folks lily: catherwood for the regs give them liberty ||||||||| Catherwood gives them liberty. Ralph: oh there haha shoes for the dead: dovetail joint Shelby Bialosky: We're bringing the war, back home....... Cat: dont bogart that joint ||||||||| At 9:03 PM, georgie runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." prairiemoon: Here we go! Zooky Fogg: Thank you Shelby. Aaron: Good album. I need the #1 and #4 albums on CD still but I've heard them Ralph: own this on vinyl ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” - 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://laugh.com/product/firesign-theatre-dont-crush-that-dwarf-cd-audio-only/ **' shoes for the dead: the Dwarf being a roach lily: sunday Aaron: I've got #2 and #3 squeeze_the_wheeze: ere..i didn't inhale Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Shelby Bialosky: Light those dwarves! weeeee prairiemoon: Still have my original copy of the LP. Well worn. Aaron: I have the script from the big book of plays DJTweeny: Hi Nick ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:05 PM, dragging Guitarbud by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" shoes for the dead: you should play it, not wear it DJTweeny: Hi Guitarbud Ralph: it's really good shit Mz. Presskey Cat: must be, prarie Shelby Bialosky: Got that vinyl.... and some promotional singles from Nick Danger and Bozos.... ahh, DJs of the 70s ||||||||| 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 Lil plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM. DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u DJTweeny: Hi Lil Cat: it's a lilapalooza Ralph: it's going to be all right! shoes for the dead: All Right! Mudhead: Marching to Shibolet ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'P Tirebiter', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly. squeeze_the_wheeze: oh can you see ||||||||| 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 Elayne falls out at 9:06 PM. Cat: you aint got no friends on your right ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" DJTweeny: Hi Porgie Shelby Bialosky: Love this audio separation! I miss my Quadrophonic receiver DJTweeny: Hey Elayne Cat: Hi El shoes for the dead: hey El Elayne: Evenin' all! Ralph: I'm Deacon E. L. Mouse Aaron: Blinding Light. Light that blinds ha ha ha Mudhead: Hiya Elayne Aaron: Organ Leroy Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln lily: Hi E prairiemoon: Ah...Coming down! Shelby Bialosky: Oh blinding light... I cannot see, watch out for me.... Guitarbud: Can you tell the AC's from the DC's? Shelby Bialosky: Ribah! Lil: Hi all Mudhead: Howdy Lil lily: ecco slide Aaron: The Bon Scotts from the Brian Johnsons? Zooky Fogg: Okay. Present, Sir. Still accounting. Aaron: I read only good books- laughed so much the first time I heard that Lil: Hi Muddy Guitarbud: Something like that prairiemoon: Happy Zion! shoes for the dead: that's the same plane crash as Sky Pilot Shelby Bialosky: Can't get there from here P Tirebiter: I'm High Alright.....but not on false drugs......... ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Bottles - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| JimFlorentine - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Jo Jo - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Lt Bradshaw - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Zooky Fogg: I do my own taxes to boot. prairiemoon: Never noticed shoes for the dead. but i think you are right. ||||||||| 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!" Cat: anyone know what month this album came out? ||||||||| Catherwood escorts regnad kcin into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:10 PM, then departs. Cat: your boots pay taxes? Mudhead: oh hi Nick DJTweeny: Hi regnad Shelby Bialosky: Regnad! olleH shoes for the dead: no, he taxes his boots regnad kcin: Greets! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Shelby Bialosky: I can check the album.... I don't know if the month is there though Aaron: Cat Wikipedia says the album was recorded in April and May of 1970 Zooky Fogg: I'm having the opposite of an existential crises. Cat: i was visitng my parents in the LA hills when this album came out. Cat: listening to it on the radio,while driving over to another hill to meet a friend. Moby: Wasn't it released on the 38th of Cunegonda? Cat: Ossman says, "they never come up into the hills" and I thought he was talking about me Zooky Fogg: I'm good with numbers in that state. Shelby Bialosky: I was playing this on college radio.... Yeppers, I'm an old bat, with great vinyl! Aaron: Hot dog! ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: nihilistic boredome, Zook? prairiemoon: They had Laughing Cow cheese back then?? Elayne: One of the best moments of my life was listening to this with David, and timing our tokes with his character's... ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" lily: cabin feverish Zooky Fogg: To the florish Shoes. Elayne: I think when I'm much, much older and dementia is settling in, that will be one of the only memories I retain. Cat: laughing cow is old. i remember johnny carson running a french commercial for it in the 60s Cat: a bunch of real cows,dancing, with their legs animated prairiemoon: Thanks, Cat. ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: at least there was mescaline then Zooky Fogg: I danced my burgers off once. shoes for the dead: what? Cat: dementia is far away from you, el lily: reams of steam Elayne: With any luck, Cat. Shelby Bialosky: Elayne... you'll never forget this stuff. Make your kids listen to this before they commit you. We'll all be babbling this... we're no fun, we fall right over Aaron: Brilliance right here with the pizza order Cat: i visited Kalle to pick up last years adbusters a couple of weeks ago and he told me he was worried about losing his memory Shelby Bialosky: Hey.... this year I find out if people will still need me, if they'll still feed me.... Zooky Fogg: Get a weeble walker. Cat: and he's only 10 years older than me Shelby Bialosky: Brilliance! Gimme a slice. Cat: you too, shelby? ||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM crosstown bus from Kerala pulls away, leaving Mr. Bark Bark coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. Cat: my date with the mccartney tune is in april Aaron: Mention of TMZ. Now we have another TMZ to deal with ha ha shoes for the dead: Bark squared regnad kcin: ?seivohcna oN ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Chaz in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Cat: cashmere here in canada? what a suit Zooky Fogg: I'm building a cabin from all my childhood neighbors lego collections combined. Cat: Chaz Aaron: I am ch- anging with the times! LOL Shelby Bialosky: don't you just love dispensary day??? weeee DJTweeny: Hi Bark, Chaz DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u Shelby Bialosky: Shintner's list! Mudhead: Bottles! ||||||||| Catherwood leads Tex Turbo inside, makes a note of the time (9:17 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Cat: it would be odd if the dead were streaming DJTweeny: Hi Tex shoes for the dead: hey Tex Beet: Hi Tex Tex Turbo: How do... Zooky Fogg: I got the porch finished. Moby: More coffins, Warden? Aaron: Zest Appeal! Ralph: LOL lily: touch the mirror you will fall right through Aaron: Love this Tex Turbo: Look for the can on the plain brown can DJTweeny: great album :) Shelby Bialosky: I'll have a latte with my coffin, Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood withes Shelby Bialosky's coffin. Cat: their best loved album. rightfully so shoes for the dead: when will you finish the Mercedes? Ralph: my fave Shelby Bialosky: Any biscotti for my latte and coffin? Ralph: the Howl of the Woof Moovie 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 Tex Turbo: Only to ten Mudhead. ||||||||| 9:20 PM: Uh... Jerry jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Aaron: High School Madness! 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 DJTweeny: Hi Jerry Chaz: where's bubble's? Shelby Bialosky: Hi, uhhhh..... Jerry. Hashpipes and crashpads.... Uh... Jerry: Hi DJ. Hi all. Zooky Fogg: Now I can play banjo. Uh... Jerry: This is my favourite part, Adolf & Ethyl. lily: that pond isn't frozen yet Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Aaron: Love this bit Cat: big ditch: did anyone else first hear this as "tits"? Aaron: Isn't that bridge built YET?! Uh... Jerry: Uh... no. Zooky Fogg: Look up Joe's Pond for ice going out bets Ralph: yes Cat Lil: POOP's famous lecture coming up ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hankaskew in through the front door at 9:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. Cat: it fits with the past few minutes of this more than "ditch" Ralph: pep pills!!1 ||||||||| "9:24 PM? 9:24 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Bob should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Bob enters and sits in the comfy chair. shoes for the dead: Frank You! DJTweeny: Hi Hank, Bob Ralph: Eukeifa heap shoes for the dead: hey Bob Hankaskew: Hi ||||||||| 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!" Bob: Good evening ||||||||| 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." Shelby Bialosky: boB olleH ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| sweetmilk - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Nick - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Bob: Howdy Cat: Hank, Bob Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Hankaskew: I am sitting in a tree, no soles on my shoes, learning to play the flute. Aaron: Urkiapah Heap lol Zooky Fogg: I say March 27th at 3;49 AM. Uh... Jerry: I was very fortunate to head across the border to beautiful Whidbey Island in Washington State to see the Firesign Theatre perform live, 3-4 years ago. They did a big chunk of this LP & it was even funnier in person. Ralph: countersubversive educationial priorities Elayne: "Countersubversive educational priorities..." Sounds a lot like what we're going through now. DJTweeny: That's great, Jerry :-) Uh... Jerry: Philip Proctor as Principal Poop was so freaking funny. Cat: i was at those shows too, uh Elayne: End of side one! shoes for the dead: echo in here Uh... Jerry: Cool Cat. Aaron: PLOT TWIST Uh... Jerry: "A returning deceased veteran." Elayne: Not to mention returning deceased war veterans. shoes for the dead: free mule Cat: you mean their 3-day 2011 wica shows? Aaron: Shoes for Industry Cat: fri night, sat night and sunday aft q & a Elayne: "You're a white man, you've got to help us!?" Whitesplain it to them! ||||||||| fish steps in at 9:27 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Zooky Fogg: That's right. Titties and beads parade coming up. Uh... Jerry: I think so... a bunch of us crammed into the bus & went seeking for them. ||||||||| "9:27 PM? 9:27 PM!!" says Catherwood, "scrap should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as scrap enters and sits in the comfy chair. Shelby Bialosky: "Bringing the war back home... in my mind* Cat: what are all these mexicans doing here, became my favourite line when i moved to japan the year after this album came out Shelby Bialosky: uhhh.... Jerry... I think we're in the short bus again DJTweeny: Hi fish, scrap Cat: hi scrap DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: trusspressers Ralph: i dig this record Shelby Bialosky: Presstrashers! Uh... Jerry: Who's escited? Beet: Hello NSA guy Cat: i just got that joke for the first time, shoes. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts Captain Equinox in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. DJTweeny: Hi Capt E Cat: hi cap. Shelby Bialosky: Ahhh.... the duke of madness! Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! Cat: where's lower case equinox? Captain Equinox: Sorry i"m late. Zooky Fogg: Where's the NASA guy? I have a gas question.? Beet: Yo Captain Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Shelby Bialosky: Catherwood! Stylish cocktails, all around. I'll have a Pina Colasco ||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Shelby Bialosky and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Shelby Bialosky!" shoes for the dead: hey Capt 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 Uh... Jerry: The Piece of Humus. Elayne: "Before they changed the water..." Uh... Jerry: ...before they changed the water. Uh... Jerry: very ominous Zooky Fogg: I want to sell him a bugle. Elayne: I just got the "last of the beans" joke. Good grief. Shelby Bialosky: I want a dancing Groot shoes for the dead: have you been to Pico and Alvarado Cat? Cat: in the sunday wica show, austin talked about their paranoia in those days. him and bergman were in army around then so they would know Uh... Jerry: Pot-buttered goat custard. lily: it was filled with back bacon Cat: i grew up in LA,shoes shoes for the dead: what was there? Zooky Fogg: Potato water water for me. Cat: i love all those la references Ralph: whooo wonna seccun whorl wah u so smaht? Cat: too long ago to remember,shoes. i havent lived there since 68 Elayne: "Chech...Pole...Bohunk..." heh Cat: just the usual commercail shit, probably. they used the street names cuz they liked the names, not necessarily the place Zooky Fogg: A bugle with a stringy thing. Cat: good mex names. What are all these Mexican names doing here? Ralph: The Painful Threshhold... what a great show that was Aaron: 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!" Zooky Fogg: I have free frocks to give away. Ralph: Napalmolive Zooky Fogg: I have plaid. Captain Equinox: Peccary pie! Captain Equinox: Yum! lily: she wove through straw to gold Cat: other street names they mispronounced for the same comic reason shoes for the dead: snails and adventure Zooky Fogg: I have hawaiin print. Ralph: the wonderful world of snails and adventure Shelby Bialosky: Great now I'm hungry! Cat: sepulVEEda, their pronounciation, is actually pronoucned sePULveda. my high school was on sepulveda and it was at least as scary as Commie Martys Zooky Fogg: I have quilted frocks for the frockless. shoes for the dead: here's some Groat clusters, Shelby Beet: you're giving a frock? Zooky Fogg: Frocking A. Shelby Bialosky: Ahhh, groat! TY shoes.... food stamps don't drop till midnight Saturday! lily: gradu of frock U Shelby Bialosky: Frankly, I don't give a frock Elayne: "Wait a minute, not through there, it's got a flashing red light!..." lily: flocked frocks Zooky Fogg: Honor student. Shelby Bialosky: ..It's dark and there's spiders in there.... DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page. Zooky Fogg: I got the golden middle finger award. shoes for the dead: Nino lies Cat: My daughter's high school, a few blocks from our house, was used as the set for an episode of X Files. Elayne: "That's right son, now I *am* the People..." Cat: an alternate Morse Science DJTweeny: an unusual architecture, Cat? shoes for the dead: neat, Cat Shelby Bialosky: Nino lies.... not West New York, West Village, ny! Beet: One of the best shows ever Cat: not really. it's been updated recently. now it looks like a jr. college lily: england lol ||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| scrap - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| fish - dead from measles ||||||||| prairiemoon - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Chaz - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Tex Turbo - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Uh... Jerry: Porgy almost says "How can you be in two places at once..." DJTweeny: he starts to ask his father 'how can you be in two...' lol Cat: they come, the go Beet: Bark Bark bailed early shoes for the dead: water rollers! Cat: lots of bleed through, throught the 4 albums Zooky Fogg: It was made of bronze. DJTweeny: sure is, Cat Elayne: Always liked "Two shelves where none are needed" Cat: they may come and go but we Stay On Shelby Bialosky: Everyplace is walking distance, if you have the time Cat: and can walk on water shoes for the dead: Gen Klein Zooky Fogg: I melted it to make fish hooks. Cat: that is a ref to someone but i forget who, shoes. do you know? Ralph: what? shoes for the dead: Klein bottle Beet: One of the things you learn early in the military is about the Uniform Code of Military Justice Cat: gen. klein Uh... Jerry: "I'm 30 years old!" Zooky Fogg: I keep them on my frock. Aaron: Mr Head lol Uh... Jerry: Uniform code & two pairs of pants. Mudhead: you called? shoes for the dead: what do I hear? ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Stlouielou', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Stlouielou: Ola Amigos Uh... Jerry: "Yeah, fuck you!" Cat: Hi Louie shoes for the dead: St louie! Shelby Bialosky: Hey lou DJTweeny: Hi Louie Beet: metaphisically absurd Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “DON’T CRUSH THAT DWARF, HAND ME THE PLIERS” at >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-ln Stlouielou: looks like the whole gangs here Beet: phus ||||||||| 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." Beet: phys lily: a fracus insues Cat: they come, they go shoes for the dead: fizz Ralph: this is no movie, this is reel! Zooky Fogg: Reelality Elayne: "Here's another item, a lovely miniature executive..." ||||||||| 9:47 PM: ''Bob'' jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!" Uh... Jerry: Snake knives DJTweeny: wb Bob shoes for the dead: snake knives ||||||||| At 9:47 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted! shoes for the dead: echo Beet: selling out seems like the easiest thing, doesn't it? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... Zooky Fogg: Hey Bob. DJTweeny: wb Elayne ''Bob'': Hi, guys! :) Elayne: Sorry, clicked the wrong button. Zooky Fogg: Not being a fraud ain't easy. Elayne: Hey Bob! ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" shoes for the dead: Dear Friends!! Uh... Jerry: PraBob! ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'my iron lung ', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Beet: Hi Bob ||||||||| 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 Er neal again plummets into the garden at 9:49 PM. Ralph: isn't that a load, off your mind? DJTweeny: and we shall hear a Dear Friends broadcast next :) DJTweeny: Hi neal Beet: Pull the curtains, Fred Beet: Howdy Neal, Iron Uh... Jerry: Sweet ending. Elayne: *applauds* Thanks Tween! Zooky Fogg: Being real takes balls. Mudhead: True genius Beet: Gravity and its opposite, comedy Cat: indeed, mud lily: thanks Tween shoes for the dead: the pliers were to change the tv channel Uh... Jerry: Good to be with y'all again, dear friends. I needs must leave. Have fun. Thanks DJ. Zooky Fogg: Unless your a balless. shoes for the dead: take care, Jer Zooky Fogg: Then being real doesn't take balls. Cat: by jerry. come again Elayne: I think I'll be heading out as well... Beet: G'Niye Jerry DJTweeny: see you next time, Jerry Elayne: Next week, all! Cat: keep warm, el lily: by jerry Beet: Nite lily: bye e ||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:52 PM train to Elmertown. shoes for the dead: by, El Zooky Fogg: Be well farewellers. Beet: G'Nite E Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv ||||||||| 9:53 PM: Betty Jo Bialowski jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo Zooky Fogg: I got an idea. How about an SNL reunioun? shoes for the dead: hey Betty Beet: Yo Betty Jo Zooky Fogg: Duke on. Cat: BJB Mudhead: Doll Drop? shoes for the dead: cow on the mood? ||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “WAS THERE A COW ON THE MOON?”- 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 **' Zooky Fogg: I'm singing and dancing sitting here. ||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Hankaskew - dead from The Plague ||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Hagerine - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Lil - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Zooky Fogg: Walk the wall. Beet: Is that the cow that couldn't gain the right altitude? Cat: should have plugged that when all the new folks were here, tween Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 Cat: but if they know enough firesign to want to come here, they probably know DJTweeny: plugged Bergman? Betty Jo Bialowski: Now that everybody's here Zooky Fogg: Sex and the senior citizen is an urban myth. Let's write Mythbusters. lily: eat the script Cat: no, duke Mudhead: Id volunteer DJTweeny: Well, I could always reverse the order of the playlist and play the DOMM stuff first, and the albums second Zooky Fogg: Swallow the plastic thumb drive. DJTweeny: Think I should try that, Cat? Cat: not necessary, or even a good idea. just plug duke while new folks appear Cat: but certainly things can be mixed up. Cat: i think the new folks come here to hear stuff they already have or know Zooky Fogg: Can be mixed up? DJTweeny: You mean pause an album to promote DOMM? shoes for the dead: is this plugged on the FST Radio, Tween? Cat: the order in which tween plays firesign pieces, fogg lily: no knees nelson DJTweeny: there are already ads for DOMM provided by the chat bot Cat: no, in type rather than on the air ||||||||| 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!" Cat: like you just did here a few minutes ago DJTweeny: Cat, does Taylor plug DOMM on the radio? ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. Zooky Fogg: Ah. Pardon. I accidentally flipped my dah switch. Cat: taylor? ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'The Nab', just granted probation at 10:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly. ||||||||| pinholeF200 enters at 10:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn. shoes for the dead: or this chat,? ||||||||| Catherwood leads Nabby into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:00 PM, then departs. Cat: is he on firesign radio now? that's new to me. DJTweeny: OK Cat, you mean _my_ ads DJTweeny: gotcha Cat: but i've always plugged all their stuff on my shows shoes for the dead: hey Pin and Nabby Cat: good tween ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" DJTweeny: Hi Nab, Nabby, pihnole Cat: nabpin pinholeF200: Greetings to all Nabby: Hey Pin, tweeny, Cat, shoes DJTweeny: Yeah, I already put up a link for the info on the current album, so I could easily add my DOMM ad as well DJTweeny: That'd work Nabby: At your cervix Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 DJTweeny: that one :) ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" lily: tiny behindy Zooky Fogg: Do you have any single occupancy vehicles. Nabby: Hey lily, Zooky Zooky Fogg: With drone scouts? Nabby: dik diks? lily: disguise falling Zooky Fogg: Eve Nab. lily: hye nabby shoes for the dead: conspicuous nises Nabby: dik dik gray dik shoes for the dead: noses pinholeF200: what about compact diks? lily: aa faults shoes for the dead: crying diks Nabby: lol pin ||||||||| "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!" ||||||||| Catherwood ushers ''bObbb'' inside, makes a note of the time (10:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. Nabby: weeping diks ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... ''bObbb'': hello mutants~ shoes for the dead: live in pears Moby: moby dik diks? tiny whales with hooves? Merlyn: Hello, mutatos Nabby: hi bOb pinholeF200: tricky diks Zooky Fogg: People are looking to the 30's as comfortable. Yup. Long one. ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" shoes for the dead: hey Merl ||||||||| Catherwood enters with Blob close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. Nabby: yes little tiny whales with hooves Cat: a blob of meryl Nabby: Hi Merlyn Captain Equinox: Dikeik DJTweeny: Hi Blob Nabby: & Moby shoes for the dead: wails with hooves Nabby: Hey Cappy E Rufus_T_Firetween:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ Zooky Fogg: Cloven Nab? lily: mind fields DJTweeny: Hi bObbb ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:06 PM and villager2502 waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| 10:07 PM: b1ueskyz jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Beet: Hello Merl pinholeF200: open air outhouses--wc fields Cat: are you a number or a free vilager? ||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action! DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u DJTweeny: Hi villager, blueskyz Moby: andy and hump gump couldn't see the forrest for the trees Zooky Fogg: Like the frontal lobe field. Nabby: Cloven hooves R us. villager2502: Hello Tweeny Rufus_T_Firetween:https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ lily: out house field ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" Nabby: hump? count me in ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Zooky Fogg: any other kind Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 pinholeF200: i am the new number 2 shoes for the dead: the hump was dry tho villager2502: And Number One Zooky Fogg: Fields of gray poupon. Nabby: villager hi ||||||||| Jo Jo enters at 10:09 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex. villager2502: Mustard the courage DJTweeny: Ho Jo Jo Nabby: hump or mound? Nabby: Hi Jo2 villager2502: Nabby!! shoes for the dead: number one with ether DJTweeny: Hidy-ho Jo Jo Moby: no it's a butte villager2502: some times you feel like a not ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Shelby Bialosky - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Aaron - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Uh... Jerry - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the yaws ||||||||| my iron lung - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Er neal again - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... lily: bells curvey pinholeF200: and right purty too lily: whammie ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:10 PM, dragging Lil by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?" Nabby: can you move it Zooky Fogg: Ketchup the wave. shoes for the dead: Lil! Lil: I got lost :-P Nabby: whammo Jo Jo: Hello Dahli? LOL Nabby: hi Lil lily: kablueie Beet: The door is revolving tobight Lil: Shoes! Betty Jo Bialowski: They live in pears Nabby: badaboom Beet: tonight pinholeF200: Hey Lil Lil: Nabby! Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 Lil: Pin! Nabby: cheers lily: is it eleventy thirty yet shoes for the dead: Bluff? shoes for the dead: or Butte? Nabby: eleven thirty what pinholeF200: not cheers, nobody knows your name Zooky Fogg: Will permabond work? lily: time for yam pie Lil: I think he means eleven dirty ||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:13 PM and late as usual, it's Lever, just back from New Egypt." Betty Jo Bialowski: Kids take a heap o' bluffin' Lil: I love yam pie Nabby: pie is not to be underestimated Cat: i love that i am not a pie DJTweeny: Hi Lever Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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 Nabby: I love that about you too Cat Lil: You could be worse things than a pie Cat Zooky Fogg: You yam what you yam. Nabby: Lever shoes for the dead: the ring of doom Cat: ah brautigan 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 ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Nabby: the ring of fire shoes for the dead: heart of cork Cat: yes, your ads, tween pinholeF200: padlocked treasure chest--reminds me of Evelyn West--she was a stripper in St. Louis for years, ads mentioned her $50,000 treasure chest (as insured by Lloyds of London) Zooky Fogg: And I can't find a light. Nabby: cork? count me in shoes for the dead: er,..Pork Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Check out DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> https://firesigntheatrelegacy.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
Nabby does not enjoy cork pie. DJTweeny: how's that, Cat? Zooky Fogg: Baboo chop stick straws is my game. lily: why would anybody eat a hat Cat: these are ads of which you spoke earlier Nabby: har har lily shoes for the dead: empty officers Cat: Excellent, in my best harry shearer voice Beet: the poles hold things up Zooky Fogg: I'm thinking of using cherry wood. lily: up from down ||||||||| 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!" shoes for the dead: ya don't want sexually experienced chopsticks Nabby: what was that sound ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." lily: sappy serappy Zooky Fogg: Part of the break in, shoes. Zooky Fogg: They last forever. Zooky Fogg: I need serapy. shoes for the dead: a hard case lily: the crack of the whip shoes for the dead: Anodes! ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" Zooky Fogg: One pair should last a lifetime. I take pride in my sticks. pinholeF200: we don't need no stinking badges ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Lever - dead from measles ||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| ''bObbb'' - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Blob - dead from the yaws ||||||||| villager2502 - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| b1ueskyz - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: like flies Nabby: with fries? ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" lily: no utters shoes for the dead: to eat or as pets, Cat? Nabby: utterly no utters Zooky Fogg: I can fry. Cat: lol shoes for the dead: I can Wok Cat: no fries on you lily: fly fishing Nabby: You can train them like fleas Cat: not until you get your shoes shoes for the dead: you can flee on a train Beet: Don't worry about the fries we won't weigh 'em Zooky Fogg: Fried fishing. Nabby: wok? count me in ||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Mr Bark Bark', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:28 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom... Nabby: flishing for flies on flyday Zooky Fogg: I support a round. Beet: Bark Bark is back Nabby: I love to flish ||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!" pinholeF200: hey bark Nabby: bark bark hello Mudhead: im going, goodniight dear friends Mr Bark Bark: Heya Guys! ||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"... Nabby: hey mud take care lily: bye mud Cat: by mud pinholeF200: night mud Beet: Does that mean Mud is here or not Mr Bark Bark: Logged on by my cell phone a while ago, but was at a restaurant and got chided for listening to "Stab From The Past!" Zooky Fogg: Metempsychosis. Zooky Fogg: Be well, Mud. Beet: See you later, Mud Zooky Fogg: Transmigration. ||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!" shoes for the dead: estole a trinitron! pinholeF200: transmogrification Beet: Tranny migration Nabby: I'm still so confused Cat: got any downers? shoes for the dead: what? pinholeF200: I'm feeding this signal through bipolar transistors Zooky Fogg: I'm renting rabbit holes. Beet: If you copy someone does that mean there are two of them? Nabby: No downers only owsley white lightning ||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!" shoes for the dead: torn holes? lily: pack it with fur and it will stay warm pinholeF200: and a side of thighs Zooky Fogg: I don't take carots only karets. lily: rob a snowman to feed a family Cat: the ots dont care Zooky Fogg: I will take rough diamonds. Nabby: I'll take a 12" cube of rhodium please ||||||||| 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!" Zooky Fogg: I have dilithium. Nabby: never molest a snowman --i know! Nabby: go tell aunt rhodium Cat: the crystal ship shoes for the dead: throw a towel on it Zooky Fogg: Who needs starshipd when you can go point to point. Say hello to Prot. pinholeF200: you can call me al luminium Cat: not in my condition, i can't ||||||||| 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 and ARCHIVES FOR FIRESIGN CHAT SHOWS at: www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow' Nabby: Tex X shoes for the dead: tech sex Cat: unless you're paul simon hitting a high note ala garfunkle ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Guitarbud - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Nabby: muggles Zooky Fogg: Be well all. Another quick one. Thanks for the Fire. Ad astra. Thanks Tween. Nabby: cheers zooky shoes for the dead: by Zook ||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!" DJTweeny: until next time, Zooky pinholeF200: night fogg, as you evacuate into the darkness Beet: Here's your change in Groats Beet: G'Nite Zook lily: bye zook 2016 Cat: by z shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween! ''Bob'': nite, tweeny! Cat: we did, tween Mr Bark Bark: 'Night, Rocky! Merlyn: thanks again tween-o Nabby: Thanks Merlyn and Tweeny pinholeF200: Thanks Tween/Kurt, short time tonite but funn Cat: our usual excellence, tween Beet: A good night. Thanks everyone. Thanks Tween. G'Nite all. shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it! lily: Thamks djtween you da bestestest Lil: Niteoll DJTweeny: thanks Lily ||||||||| 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 The old same place falls out at 10:44 PM. DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation... Nabby: Nite Lil Lil: As always, the great Tweeny 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 Merlyn: the balance changes are driving my ears nuts Merlyn: and my nuts ears DJTweeny: sorry old same place, show's over :/ Nabby: Hey everyone be well and groovy and don't take any wooden indians DJTweeny: Yeah, that's the track DJTweeny: Sorry Merlyn Lil: LOL Merl DJTweeny: will fix that Lil: I thought it was just me DJTweeny: my bad... Merlyn: could be my headphones, tween Cat: lol merl lily: ''Bob'' Beet Cat DJTweeny Lil lily Merlyn Mr Bark Bark Nabby pinholeF200 shoes for the dead The old same place Zooky Fogg thanks for a great time from the cabin feverish land DJTweeny: Until last time, again... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:47 PM train to Texas. Merlyn: ah ok ||||||||| "10:47 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTweeny, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden. ||||||||| pinholeF200 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, pinholeF200 exits at 10:47 PM. Merlyn: hey tween, you should mix it down to mono, that would help at least Lil: Chowchow Merlyn: oh well ||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 10:47 PM. Cat: again, we will meet. and laugh ||||||||| Cat rushes off, saying "10:48 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| The old same place leaves at 10:49 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..." ||||||||| 10:52 PM: The old same place jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" The old same place: Grettings all The old same place: Why this is a bag of shit! Yes but it's really good shit Mr. Preske! ||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Moby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Ralph - dead from The Plague ||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Mr Bark Bark - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| The old same place walks away to Public Address System. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. The old same place: why this is a bag of shit! Yes but its really good shit Mr. Preske! ||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Zooky Fogg - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Bob - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws ||||||||| The old same place - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'JoeBeats', just granted probation at 11:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly. JoeBeats: Hi! ||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| dude - dead from measles ||||||||| The Nab - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| JoeBeats - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| 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.. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood escorts RedPillTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (1:07 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Jo Jo - dead from the common cold ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| 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 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Aaron
Beet
Betty Jo Bialowski
''bObbb''
''Bob''
Bob
Captain Equinox
Cat
Chaz
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
Guitarbud
Hagerine
Hankaskew
JimFlorentine
JoeBeats
Jo Jo
Lil
lily
Lt Bradshaw
Merlyn
Moby
Mr Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
pinholeF200
prairiemoon
P Tirebiter
Ralph
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
Shelby Bialosky
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
sweetmilk
Tex Turbo
The old same place
Uh... Jerry
villager2502
Zooky Fogg
