||||||||| 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 April 18, 2019 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 2:27 PM and RedPillTweeny bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. ||||||||| It's 2:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 7:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger. Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN CHAT (But No Show) TONIGHT ** Sorry, Tweeny is unable to do a Firesign Chat Show due to echnical ifficulties... however ** THE FIRESIGN CHAT WILL GO ON AS USUAL :-) ** ||||||||| New notice: ' ** FIRESIGN CHAT (But No Show) TONIGHT ** Sorry, Tweeny is unable to do a Firesign Chat Show due to echnical ifficulties... however ** THE FIRESIGN CHAT WILL GO ON AS USUAL :-) **' Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN CHAT (But No Show) TONIGHT ** Sorry, Tweeny is unable to do a Firesign Chat Show due to echnical ifficulties... (That Mad Electrican and his dastardly thunderstorms!) however ** THE FIRESIGN CHAT WILL GO ON AS USUAL :-) ** ||||||||| New notice: ' ** FIRESIGN CHAT (But No Show) TONIGHT ** Sorry, Tweeny is unable to do a Firesign Chat Show due to echnical ifficulties... (That Mad Electrican and his dastardly thunderstorms!) however ** THE FIRESIGN CHAT WILL GO ON AS USUAL :-) **' ||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween disembarks at 8:14 PM. ||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween - dead from Globner's disease ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:44 PM, dragging Beet by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?" Beet: It's a nice idea, I suppose, that the chat continues. But somehow without the stream, Firesign itself is not the very necessary subtext we need. I am going to opt out for the night. I hope Dr Tween is OK. see everyone next week. G'Nite. ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 18, 2019 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" ||||||||| 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 Cease gets out at 9:08 PM. ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 9:12 PM: Not Ed jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Not Ed: Next time! ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Not Ed - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| 9:27 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" Bunnyboy: Hey, Zippo! Where did everybody go?!? ||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn gets out at 9:28 PM. Merlyn: I'm not here! ||||||||| At 9:29 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... Bunnyboy: Hilo! Bunnyboy: Whuuuuut?!? ||||||||| 9:29 PM: Merlyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!" Merlyn: hey BB Bunnyboy: Not even a tumbleweed... Bunnyboy: Oh, hi! Bunnyboy: We could use a fourth, for Bridge. Elsewise, it's Cutthroat! ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Deputy Dang into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:32 PM, then departs. Bunnyboy: Catherwood? ||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Bunnyboy and asks "You called?" Bunnyboy: Doesm Deputy Dang: Am I early? Merlyn: no, there's no show tonight Deputy Dang: Oh, I just read that. Bunnyboy: Doesn't count. Not even to ten. Deputy Dang: Bummer--I got so excited when I realized today was the first Thursday night I haven't had to work in a LONG time! Bunnyboy: Lo DD! Merlyn: sorry about that Merlyn: David and Phil are doing a show in Indiana, next month if I remember... ||||||||| 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!" Bunnyboy: Any recent word from Doc or Lili? Merlyn: I think they've been on fairly recently ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Deputy Dang: No worries. Some good news is I found a couple of Firesign CDs I haven't listened to, yet. Well, a Peter Bergman CD. Merlyn: Which Bergman? Bunnyboy: They were doing OTR fun in Bellevue WA, about a week back. Bunnyboy: Oh! My back! Deputy Dang: LMAO Bunnyboy: Whar's cat? Deputy Dang: Not sure. It's on CD, so I assume it's not a rarity. I've been cleaning out old boxes of stuff. Actually pitched all of my cassettes. :-( They'll probably end up floating in the ocean and strangling turtles. :-( Deputy Dang:http://www.kurtericson.com/cat/ Bunnyboy: So, has everyone read the [REDACTED}? Merlyn: I haven't even been dacted yet! Bunnyboy: That must be where everyone is. Bunnyboy: I fed it to my text reader. Bunnyboy: The ball has been opened. Deputy Dang: I haven't yet. I'll wait to see what Barr's summary is. JUST KIDDING!!!!! Deputy Dang: fna Bunnyboy: It's the best summary, Barr thumb... ehrm, bar none! Deputy Dang: I listen to a podcast called Opening Arguments; they discuss legal issues, and as you might guess, this is a hot topic. Bunnyboy: Well, time to go watch the world burn. Cheers! Deputy Dang: Yeah, ttyl. Maybe next week. ||||||||| Around 9:47 PM, Deputy Dang walks off into the sunset... ||||||||| Catherwood says "9:47 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door ||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 9:50 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..." ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Cease - dead from pneumonia ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Johan Amadeus Myjetski into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:22 PM, then departs. Johan Amadeus Myjetski : I thought i almost missed the show. But looks like the show missed me. Until next time, fire friends ||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies llanwydd in through the front door at 11:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room. ||||||||| llanwydd is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:05 PM. ||||||||| Outside, the 11:07 PM downtown bus from Daytona Beach pulls away, leaving see ya next week coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| see ya next week rushes off, saying "11:07 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."
The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Bunnyboy
Deputy Dang
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
Merlyn
Not Ed
Rufus_T_Firetween
