A Firesign Chat
03/07/2013




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||||||||| 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 March 07, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween enters at 7:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts worker into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:42 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hello, worker
||||||||| Around 8:50 PM, worker walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| 8:51 PM: worker jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| 8:52 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Dexter
Rufus_T_Firetween: restarting the streaming box
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
Dexter Fong: Waiting for the restart
Dexter Fong: Hello worker
Rufus_T_Firetween: or somebody like him
Dexter Fong: Has the box started streaming yet
Rufus_T_Firetween: streaming now - no audio
Dexter Fong: That's why I'm not hearing anything I guess
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's cs, just back from Vancouver."
DJTween: that would be it
Dexter Fong: Hi cat
cs: no multitudes tonight?
DJTween: Hi cease
Dexter Fong: Not yet Cat
Dexter Fong: Perhaps they're off being fed loaves and fishes
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 07, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
cs: last 3 weeks were in tents
Dexter Fong: Like nomads
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
DJTween: Hey P
Principalpoop: hey there
Dexter Fong: where?
Principalpoop: on the mountain
Dexter Fong: Gotellit Mountain?
Principalpoop: a fire
Dexter Fong: a signal fire
cs: hi poop
Dexter Fong: I think Tweeny is experiencing technical difficulties
Principalpoop: hi canada
Principalpoop: tap it again fong, it is working
DJTween: I've checked the feed
Principalpoop: no crowds tonight tween, you can play obscure for us hehe
DJTween: It's working
DJTween: brian lock, on the other hand, doeth occur
cs: i wonder why we went from our usual tiny group to multitudes, now back to normal
DJTween: been under a bit of stress lately, for reasons I shall not discuss except to say: Boobus Americanus
cs: i wonder if austin showing up 2 weeks in a row is relavent to that
Principalpoop: no email announcing it tonight
DJTween: Not sure Merlyn forwarded my FB announcement this week
cs: aha
DJTween: I did send an email, P
Principalpoop: i did not get one
Dexter Fong: I've got the fee, Dear Friends...Let's listen!!!!
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:07 PM, dragging reverb by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Dexter Fong: feed
Principalpoop: i never saw it anyway, until hours or days later
DJTween: I really do love the Humbolt County skit
DJTween: Hi reverb
Principalpoop: here they come haha, echo echo echo
cs: aha, one of our non regulars appears
Dexter Fong: hello again reverb...reverb...rever...
DJTween: sent it about 2 hours ago, P
cs: tween even more loveable is the original of this, a shadow moves
reverb: greetings to all
DJTween: I spent the afternoon at WallyWorld, so was a little late getting started
Principalpoop: me too? wow, thanks
cs: how are things with ne-noun?
DJTween: Yeah, I agree cease
Dexter Fong: and to all agod night
DJTween: Was great to hear the original version
Principalpoop: civilzation ho
Principalpoop: what is the long spelling of ho? hoooo looks like who, maybe hooooooh
Dexter Fong: ggggggggghhhoooo!
Dexter Fong: The "g" is silent
Principalpoop: ggee
reverb: got any peote?
Dexter Fong: gggggeeek
Dexter Fong: a mouse
Principalpoop: might be some mescaline in the freezer
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Hi Merl
DJTween: Hey Merl
Principalpoop: here comes M, Ho
Merlyn: hey tween, you want an announcement sent out? I just got in
Merlyn: bought a car
cs: merl
Principalpoop: yes M, he made a special 2 parts just for them
Dexter Fong: What kinda car, Merl?
||||||||| ncdrumr enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
cs: bike not good enough for you, merl?
Principalpoop: cool, what color are your tires?
Dexter Fong: More importantly, how tall are they
Merlyn: a used grand prix
Principalpoop: ncdrumr
DJTween: Welcome ncdrumr
Principalpoop: pontiac, another indian
cs: soon, its nothing but indians
Principalpoop: i head the athletic department
Merlyn: a white tire that turned into a black tire that turned into a red tire
Dexter Fong: smoke those tires
DJTween: lol Merlyn ;)
Principalpoop: chamillion
reverb: laters, all. this bozo's gotta hit the sun alter.
||||||||| 9:16 PM -- reverb left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: ciao kimosabe
Dexter Fong: Gittum up, Scout
Principalpoop: walking the dog, gabby the sacred cowboy
cs: the great masses of last 3 weeks have departed'
cs: like flash mobs
DJTween: apparently :/
DJTween: Too bad
Merlyn: I just asked if you wanted me to, I just got in a minute ago
cs: yeah, good idea, merl
DJTween: OK
cs: it would be groovy
cs: you know the origin of that term?
Dexter Fong: nope
cs: you should, dex, it's your era
DJTween: Records?
Dexter Fong: I wasn't paying attention at the time
cs: black american jazz musicians in paris scuffled to make records, ie grooves
Dexter Fong: Sacre merde!
cs: ive long been intrested in the history of words and phrases
Merlyn: Prepare for the unwashed hordes as I've just announced the chats
Principalpoop: where did the word sentence come from?
Dexter Fong: Turn on the fire hoses
Merlyn: Everywhere I go I see signs that say "FIRE HOSE" "FIRE HOSE"
Merlyn: I say "support hose!"
cs: how do you know they dont wash, merl?
Merlyn: I can smell 'em from here
Principalpoop: I want Free Hose, oh wait
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Greg, just back from Seattle."
Dexter Fong: Hey Ah
Merlyn: any relation to ah clem?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bookman4FR close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:27 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
cs: the number of times Fumiyo has worn stockings in the many years we've been married can be counted onfingers
Principalpoop: Greg or ee
cs: you were right, merl
Ah Greg: Hello all, and not of which I am aware.
cs: cummings, mothers
Merlyn: almost anything can be counted on fingers
Principalpoop: she prefers neked, pantyhose or socks? hehe
cs: if your cut off other peoples, yes
||||||||| EWeston tiptoes in around 9:28 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: i was aware, once, maybe twice
cs: are we still waiting?
Principalpoop: I am, and Godot also
Dexter Fong: Waiter? Wait here
Ah Greg: What are we waiting for?
Principalpoop: Everyone is groovy
Merlyn: Godot stop: no waiting
cs: bergman had a dream about the coming of the electrician he told the dream on the last episode of the magic mushroom shows on xmas eve, 1967
Principalpoop: clique au top pour listen
cs: i had the privildge of lisening to it live
Principalpoop: towel
cs: he said the electrician looked like jim morrison
Principalpoop: bath
Principalpoop: border
DJTween: A privilege indeed
Principalpoop: may I see your passport please
Dexter Fong: The electric lizard
cs: this is so amazingly acted
cs: they suck you into their alternate universe
||||||||| EWeston is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:33 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 9:33 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Manila E. bounds in at 9:33 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: wb EW
cs: east weston? have some southern comfort
Dexter Fong: Hi Manila
Rufus_T_Firetween: Waiting For the Electrician At Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_the_Electrician_or_Someone_Like_Him
Principalpoop: he can shout, don't here you
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ferret into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:34 PM, then departs.
cs: Miss Envelope?
Dexter Fong: shout louder, not here, you!
Merlyn: Hey, Proctor made the papers: http://goshennews.com/breakingnews/x564671759/Goshen-native-Philip-Proctor-to-perform-at-GC-with-Los-Angles-Guitar-Quartet
||||||||| uh klem enters at 9:34 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Rufus_T_Firetween: buy Waiting For The Electrician at Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatwait.html
Principalpoop: hear we are
EWeston: northwestern wetness on tap
Manila E.: Yes, I'm here
||||||||| Outside, the 9:35 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Merciful Lee Dickens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cs: Black Footed Ferrets have to sit in the back of the diorama
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'el_poptart', just granted probation at 9:35 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Waiting For The Electrician at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln
cs: it was the best of times, it was the worst of dickens
Dexter Fong: Fluxing in
Manila E.: This seems a little random. Do folks here actually talk about the skits?
Merciful Lee Dickens: I say, pesky Reskin - which way's Goshen?!
Principalpoop: all newcomers must sign in and present their papers
cs: or as they say in japan, r-poptart
Dexter Fong: Manilaa: Yes and no =))
Manila E.: Or are we just quoting away here?
Manila E.: Because I can do that just fine in my head.
DJTween: and get their shots of blue moss
||||||||| 9:36 PM: Drooo jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:36 PM and Elayne steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
uh klem: Random- like Coolzip?
DJTween: Hey E
Merciful Lee Dickens: Hey, what's this worst-of-Dickens jit?
Merlyn: even the elevator boy?
Elayne: Evenin' all! Good to see so many new folks still coming back! Wait, that doesn't make them new folks any more, does it?...
cs: we're listening to the first album now, manila
ferret: here, a pack of zig zags, is this acceptable?
cs: hey el
Principalpoop: indeed, we analyze, disect, reconstruct, reference in specific detail
||||||||| Catherwood leads pNose II into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:37 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: Hi E
Manila E.: Oh, gosh, I had no idea there was a listening aspect.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:37 PM, dragging Sinner by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Dexter Fong: and then we contrast and compare in private
Manila E.: Hello Pp
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:37 PM and late as usual, it's reverb, just back from Arizona."
Manila E.: Are you guys on side one or two?
Principalpoop: click on top to listen too all of you
Drooo: is this the sitting room?
reverb: hey all, back from the sun alter.
Principalpoop: this is side 5
Principalpoop: with the turkish lesson
Dexter Fong: it's reverb again....again....agai....
||||||||| Johnny Piano sneaks in around 9:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
reverb: hehehe
Dexter Fong: Hey JP
Johnny Piano: Well well well...long time no chat
Principalpoop: no no, we wait in the sitting room
Merciful Lee Dickens: the last side of this vintage motion picture...
DJTween: Hey JP
Principalpoop: yes a long time,
cs: grid willing
Johnny Piano: Yo Tween
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:38 PM, dragging Uh clem by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
cs: hey piano man
Johnny Piano: Hi Poop
Johnny Piano: And Monsieur Fong
Principalpoop: wosup dude
Johnny Piano: The sky, as far as I know.
||||||||| 9:39 PM: MichaelHatton 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!"
Merciful Lee Dickens: In Memory of Bill Anderson
reverb: i love this stuff!
cs: wow, an actual name
ferret: so nice to get some firesign on.
Principalpoop: that is not what all the chicken littles say
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: how's it going, el?
Dexter Fong: Hi E
cs: good for your brain, ferret
Johnny Piano: cs...would that be Cat?
ferret: damn right
Elayne: Hey Dex! Still on book 7...
cs: yes johnny
Dexter Fong: Yes JP
Johnny Piano: Been too long, dear friends.
cs: changed nicks when i got new computer last year
Principalpoop: riba
Dexter Fong: E: IS THAT THE LAST ONE YOU HAVE?
Dexter Fong: oops
Merlyn: caps yell
Elayne: I have 7,8 and 9, Dex. Still on 7. Plus enjoying the comic version, which I'm giving to you when they're done.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Angus Q. Potsmacker', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:42 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Dexter Fong: Keep on reading then E
EWeston: A heat packing priest topical again
Elayne: Evenin' Angus!
Principalpoop: and trucking
Elayne: Dex, give me that 40-hour day and I'll get right to it. :)
||||||||| Catherwood leads Obsidian in through the front door at 9:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Angus Q. Potsmacker: Evenin all
Principalpoop: hey Ob
Elayne: Evenin', Obsidian!
Dexter Fong: Hi AQ
Obsidian: Howdy
Principalpoop: I forgot Judy was topless
Johnny Piano: How could you forget that?
Obsidian: Howdy folks.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with KantThink close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
Principalpoop: i focus on the disease
ferret: howdy all
Elayne: Evenin' KantTHink!
Principalpoop: toxins
Elayne: Nice nickname
cs: i guess you're on the wrong side of the big tit, poop
Principalpoop: click at the top to listen in
KantThink: Thanks
Dexter Fong: Toxi!!....Cab!!....Toxi Cab!!
Principalpoop: my careful prothesis, the plague
Johnny Piano: Welcome to De Toxin Show
Elayne: Oh I know, PrinPoop, it's been awhile since I've heard Side 1...
EWeston: Nice to see it's popular again
KantThink: But this is side 5
ferret: the plague, the plague........(herve viilechaize)
DJTween: NOTICE: currently playing - Waiting For The Electrician Or Somebody Like Him - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
cs: the capitol of the czeck republic in another universe
Dexter Fong: Kant: Only on an 8-track
KantThink: You should be following in your book
cs: no tice is much better than no tits
KantThink: We will be learning three new words in Turkish
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:46 PM and late as usual, it's Groovee, just back from Elmertown."
Elayne: Evenin' Groovee!
DJTween: hmmmm
cs: on a summer afternoon?
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Waiting For The Electrician Or Somebody Like Him - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Principalpoop: throw them your coat
Merlyn: or three turds in workish
Dexter Fong: Now, thake of your top, Judy
Johnny Piano: LOL, Merlyn
KantThink: No no no! You don't understand how radio works.
Principalpoop: this way, thats it
Dexter Fong: It's just this little chromium switch here
Principalpoop: welcome to side 6
Principalpoop: coffee delight border
Elayne: Thanks, that was a fun listen!
||||||||| skippy bounds in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: 1968, what year was that?
EWeston: You people are so superstious.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Peter D in through the front door at 9:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| ge||ge steals in around 9:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
cs: skippity doo dah
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Everyone in NY is a Communist - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Johnny Piano: Ah, the episode where P&B are still in NYC...
Elayne: Evenin', PD and Gellge
Principalpoop: gege, cousin to gigi and gidget and hulabaloo gogo girls
Dexter Fong: JP: 3/22/70
DJTween: Maybe some of you folks from the old days can give us some background on this recording?
Principalpoop: who is tiny veronica?
Johnny Piano: Yes, I have the Duke Of Madness Motors collection...listen to it nightly.
||||||||| Dr. Vertigo sneaks in around 9:50 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Johnny Piano: Tiny, David's ex-wife.
Elayne: PrinPoop, that would be David's ex-wife Tiny
Elayne: I'm still nominally in touch with her...
Dexter Fong: Well, it first came out on a Parlaphone wax cylinder -the original Berliner vertical tracking-..
Elayne: Oh wow, and Annalee's in this too
KantThink: I will have to get that one. I have pretty much everything else including the script books
Elayne: Everybody's ex-wife is in the house! :)
Principalpoop: yamamoto
Elayne: Oh my, Devin... I didn't expect that...
cs: dave's kids too
Johnny Piano: Has everyone acquired the latest Firesign books?
cs: the late devin
||||||||| Catherwood ushers BEEDUB in through the front door at 9:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong raises hand
Angus Q. Potsmacker: This almost sounds like Dear Friends
KantThink: Latest?
Elayne: Evenin' Beedub!
Principalpoop: beedub a rooba
cs: el, thanks for being here
BEEDUB: Hola all
Dexter Fong: Angus: A precursor
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bunnyboy', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| 9:52 PM: Tiberius 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!"
ferret: where's the 30 w?
Elayne: To provide background, Cat? :)
Johnny Piano: Yep, new books came out in January.
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
DJTween: Hey Bun
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Elayne: Bunnyboy! Look, we have some new folks still with us!
cs: hi bun
Manila E.: .
Bunnyboy: Howdy!
KantThink: Thanks. I'm off to Amazon
Elayne: Evenin' Tiberius!
cs: no, to welcome newcomers appropriately
Johnny Piano: http://www.bearmanormedia.com/index.php?route=product/category&path=71
Elayne: I've been trying, Cat, but I'm rather out of it at the moment... another 10.5 hour day...
Principalpoop: welcome kirk to the chat
cs: dont get eaten by carniverous fish, kant
||||||||| Catherwood ushers chatshat inside, makes a note of the time (9:54 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts boomer49 in through the front door at 9:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cs: i cant order from there, johnny. dont ship to canada any more
Rufus_T_Firetween: "Everone in NY is a Communist" is available as a free download at - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/page/2/
Tiberius: howdy! where can I get a nicely chilled blue moss?
KantThink: Thanks, Johnny
Bunnyboy: Any SHIBBOLETH news?
Elayne: So, anybody have any Silly Sites I can blog about tonight?
Principalpoop: marching
||||||||| Manila E., spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Johnny Piano: KantThink, I purchased them at Amazon, and they are also available direct from the publisher (BearManor Media)
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh klem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| el_poptart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Drooo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| pNose II - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: they come, the dont
Bunnyboy: Whadja order, JP?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:56 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Bill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with 4d3fect close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Manila E. has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:56 PM.
Johnny Piano: Oh, the recent Firesign tomes "profiles in bbq sauce" & "exorcism"
Johnny Piano: Bought 'em back in January
EWeston: Oh but we believe Ms. VQ
Bunnyboy: Hey, ME.! Husband dead yet?
||||||||| 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 Beet gets out at 9:57 PM.
Angus Q. Potsmacker: watch the ground disappear LOL
cs: must buy them thru amazon
Principalpoop: gronk this
Bunnyboy: Yup. Amazon has 'em.
cs: hey! beet is here. Now we can make borscht!
Elayne: Okay, found a SIlly Site for this evening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=D7jtpy0lfBU#!
BEEDUB: I feel this may be the right place to get some input on a personalized license plate
Johnny Piano: That's where I got 'em
reverb: 'nite all!! I'll be back next week to play again.......beware that amazon; it's a jungle in there.
4d3fect: Catherwood, an order of ennui for everyone please.
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to 4d3fect and says "Did you want something?"
BEEDUB: I have a 78 westfalia I'm about ready to get back on the road
||||||||| 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 nino disembarks at 9:58 PM.
||||||||| 9:58 PM -- reverb left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
4d3fect: -oh, and gin & catatonics all around, thanks.
Bunnyboy: They also have the recent FST playscript adaptations.
BEEDUB: choices (still available last I checked) are:
Tiberius: with a side of angst, please.
cs: i'm cat, but not catatonic
BEEDUB: ALLBOZOS
Principalpoop: get gin and catatonics for everyone catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets gin and catatonics for everyone.
BEEDUB: BOZOBUS
Johnny Piano: Yes, I saw those. Bunny...
||||||||| Groovee leaves at 9:59 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..."
BEEDUB: EFDFMP
||||||||| 9:59 PM: Elayne2 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne2: Darn, I kicked myself out by leaving the wrong way...
cs: 2 elaynes?
BEEDUB: OR NOTNSANE
Principalpoop: you need less or more drugs beedub
Elayne2: Merlyn, are you here? Can you kill my doppel?
Tiberius: Wasn't it the Bozobo monkey that lives in the jungle?...
ferret: Regnad Kcin
Johnny Piano: How about CRSHDWF?
Elayne2: Obviously I've spent way too much time in front of a computer screen today...
KantThink: UHCLEM
BEEDUB: i BELIEVE i HAVE CONSUMED THE PERFECT AMOUNT
DJTween: >> BEEDUB: I have a 78 westfalia I'm about ready to get back on the road << did they make those with TDi diesels?
Bunnyboy: Wanna impersonate Porky Pig? Say BEEDUB three times, backwards.
Johnny Piano: Or perhaps XWORLD
ferret: thanks, catchya later.
||||||||| At 10:01 PM, ferret scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Elayne2: You have interesting hobbies, Bunnyboy.
Principalpoop: starting an anti-ee cummings movement?
BEEDUB: there are conversions, I have theoriginal 2.0 FI engine
Elayne2: Cummings and Goings?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jahgust in through the front door at 10:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne2: Welcome, jahgust@!
Principalpoop: ah jahgust already
jahgust: Hello good folks! It's been yonks!
||||||||| At 10:02 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, KantThink!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cs: hey rhode island
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:02 PM, dragging Groovee by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Elayne2: It has indeed, jahgust. Welcome back!
jahgust: snowing and crappy out here so had the night free..ish!
Elayne2: Yonks is in my backyard, if I had a backyard.
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Beet by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters with LittleMoo close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
cs: wuddya know joe
: Thought I would just say hello. Hello.
cs: where's my borscht?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 10:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: hello
cs: i see the war with the cows is over
Elayne2: I think I'm going to have a lie-down now. Carry on, folks! See you next week (aka the day before Red Nose Day)...
||||||||| 10:04 PM -- Elayne2 left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Principalpoop: ciao E
cs: we'll try, el
BEEDUB: byedios
Johnny Piano: Avoiding the lonesome-ness, Beet?
Johnny Piano: Nite, E
Beet: I failed to say hello. Hello.
jahgust: I dunno about the borscht but the belt is around my waste... and it's killing me!
||||||||| At 10:05 PM, Bill runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Groovee leaves to catch the 10:05 PM train to Portland.
cs: billville
Principalpoop: hellmouth
EWeston: Where hanging mayors is a fine tradition
Dexter Fong: Duckberg!
Tiberius: It's definitely snowing in Billville tonight.
4d3fect: hell-o, I must be going.
||||||||| "10:07 PM? I'm late!" exclaims 4d3fect, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Principalpoop: penisula
jahgust: ...(singing)"... because it's your fate!"
||||||||| "Hey BEEDUB!" ... BEEDUB turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:07 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cs: go, come
Johnny Piano: Revolving chat...
jahgust: So indeed what is new in Duckberg with ya'll?
jahgust: Lotta folks on tonight!
Principalpoop: snow still on the ridge
Dexter Fong: Jah: Been a whole lotta folks on the last 3 or 4 weeks
DJTween: Live from New York, it's Thursday Night!
cs: joe, there were a hundred people here last week and the 2 weeks beforfe
jahgust: whole lotta shakin has there been eh?
Principalpoop: mostly dazed and confused, give them a light and they will follow it anywhere
Johnny Piano: Holy bovines! A hundred people?!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dr. Vertigo - dead from the yaws
||||||||| chatshat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| boomer49 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: providence, he's talking to you joe
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:10 PM and late as usual, it's Harry Cox, just back from Madison."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:10 PM, dragging Elverado by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Dexter Fong: Hiya Harry
cs: not a good time
||||||||| MobiousLogic tiptoes in around 10:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Johnny Piano: I can imagine.
Principalpoop: harry cox, how is your organ? hehe
cs: much an elverado about nothing
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:10 PM, dragging EtherZ by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Harry Cox: Hoo boy, I've been shootin' reds and yellows alllll day.....
cs: didnt they shoot back?
||||||||| Outside, the 10:11 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving UhClem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Beet: Being somewaht new I am curious who THE GUY IN GREEN is?
Principalpoop: zither ahh ether
Elverado: Me too
Johnny Piano: The guy in green, not to be confused with the rabbit in red...
Principalpoop: bring sangria for all catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood brings sangria for all.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:12 PM and LW_Anim8r steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cs: mm, sangria
Harry Cox: Heeeyyyyy....nice!
Principalpoop: low rider is a little higher
Johnny Piano: I'll stick with my Magic Hat Heart Of Darkness stout, thanks.
LW_Anim8r: Greetings, one and all!
Harry Cox: What's a-matter, Catherwood, need a little sangria for the sanfroid?
||||||||| Catherwood hands a little sangria for the sanfroid.
DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
||||||||| Catherwood leads elmer into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:13 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
DJTween: Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
LW_Anim8r: My first time here... what goes on?
jahgust: I'll have to stick with tea...no more soda and certainly no booze for me. Catherwood might I have a spot of tea please?
||||||||| Catherwood fors jahgust might i have a spot of tea.
Johnny Piano: How's stuff in Elmertown?
Principalpoop: womens liberation hehe
LW_Anim8r: Women's libation, perhaps....
Beet: Catherwood non sequiturs
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Beet and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
cs: this is from 1970. a different world
Johnny Piano: Or as Peter once discussed, women's labiation.
Principalpoop: the dog wants out again already, i don't want an accident so brb
Harry Cox: Punish us then, and we
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Manila E. inside, makes a note of the time (10:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Harry Cox: will suffrage...
LW_Anim8r: Shall I sit here in the waiting room.... or wait here in the sitting room?
DJTween: a very different world, cease
Elverado: Where is that son of mine?
Dexter Fong: Stick with what yah got, LW
Bunnyboy: I'm writing a new song, for Onan Winquedinque: "That's What Hands Are For". Or, maybe, "Hats".
Tiberius: there's that cold shiver running up your spine...
EWeston: Watch out for ferral burnuses
||||||||| Hal O'Dali enters at 10:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
cs: good for you, bun
Harry Cox: I've always thought Hats were a cover-up for something...
Harry Cox: just off the top of my head....
LW_Anim8r: So... will Firesign still go on without Peter, or have they run their course?
cs: hell, dali
Dexter Fong: We don't know yet
Hal O'Dali: Hello!
Johnny Piano: A question best posed to the remaining 3.
cs: last week austin said they'd go on If Necessary
Tiberius: occasional appearances, we hope.
Beet: I heard last week that the others are doing some things but not as Firesign.
LW_Anim8r: Well, I for one think it's necessary!
cs: ie Poverty would make them re-unite. let's hope that doesn't happen
Dexter Fong: Cat: If Neccessary?...Like Contractual obligation....or for tax purposes?
Hal O'Dali: I believe The Guyz are insistent that The Firesign Theatre still exist. just down one member...
Harry Cox: 3 or 4 Crazee guys.....
DJTween: It's necessary, cease
cs: poverty, dex
Tiberius: they always did their own gigs, as weel as FST, didn't they?
||||||||| Angus Q. Potsmacker leaves to catch the 10:18 PM train to Funfun Town.
EWeston: Not sure what Austin is up to but David and PhilP seem to be keeping busy
DJTween: and once again a fan suggests an association with Harry Shearer
cs: yes tiby
jahgust: Saving my pennies to buy the new books to add to the FST coffers!
Dexter Fong: Tibe: They've always done "things" so to speak
Johnny Piano: There are certainly plenty of archival goodies planned, books and video.
Hal O'Dali: Solo projects are always in the works but don't discount the possibility of FST doing something together.
||||||||| eknician waltzes in at 10:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Tiberius: Exactly! And occasional pairings.
cs: hopefully they'll live a long time and are endlessly creative folks
cs: yes tiby
cs: i dont cross no tiled roofs
||||||||| More Sugar sneaks in around 10:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
jahgust: I've always wondered if there was enough recorded beyond what was released to finish The Pink Hotel Burns Down... though I know the gaming motif was used frequently after that
cs: less sugar
LW_Anim8r: I hope they re-release Pink Hotel.... it's the ONLY FST CD that I am missing in my collection -- don't know how I never picked it up initially!
Dexter Fong: Jah: From my listening viewpoint, they did finish the Pink Hotel
Johnny Piano: My understanding was Pink Hotel was just a taster to try to get backing to do the rest.
Harry Cox: And I was hoping to learn more words in Turkish....
Johnny Piano: Actually, I believe Pink Hotel in an expanded form is on the agenda in the near future, at least according to the press release earlier this year.
Hal O'Dali: Isn't Pink Hotel one of the archival treasures set to be re-issued in some form?
More Sugar: Youth here doesn't know about the old school
LW_Anim8r: Nor does AGE....
Harry Cox: You mean Communist Martyrs High School!
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'gitalong', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bunnyboy: LW: I think a reissued, expanded PINK HOTEL collection is in the works.
Principalpoop: morse science high school
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| UhClem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| EtherZ - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| MobiousLogic - dead from measles
||||||||| Peter D - dead from jaundice
||||||||| skippy - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| ncdrumr - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| nino - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| LittleMoo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Harry Cox: I was there when Ukipah Heap pressed the first brick....
LW_Anim8r: That would be fantastic!
cs: lol harry
EWeston: But that's what we were looking for!
Tiberius: You give me hope to carry on.
Principalpoop: nice variety of killing things that time
Johnny Piano: Here, LW, check the following link. http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20121120.html
More Sugar: You can wait here in the sitting room
cs: wait her? wait him?
Harry Cox: Waiter!
eknician: Where, on Earth did I obtain an obsidian door knocker? Very deep black and majestic, but no door.
Bunnyboy: Wee, mister?
More Sugar: or you can sit here in the waiting room
Johnny Piano: Perhaps at Kubrick's garage sale?
Harry Cox: Get me outta these ropes and into a good belt of scotch....
EWeston: Do you promise to covet property pluality surity sequrety, and not hurt the state?
More Sugar: I'll drink to that
LW_Anim8r: Checked out the site, JP. Also see the blurb about the video releases...
Harry Cox: What? Nice, Ewest!
||||||||| "10:28 PM? 10:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "CatManDEW should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as CatManDEW enters and sits in the comfy chair.
cs: lots o cats
Johnny Piano: Plenty of stuff yet to come, to be sure. Not the same as wholly new works, but I say we take what we can get!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:28 PM and CrackerBack Jox waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CatManDEW: What's all this brouhaha?
Harry Cox: Well, I've got to clone; I'm sure we'll meet again on the Funway....
jahgust: just reread that pres release and utterly forgot about the other stuff apart from the new books...the brain cells are losing...
Johnny Piano: So long, Cox!
Harry Cox: Forward.....into.....the passssssst......!
Bunnyboy: Just like Facebook...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'leafar', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
LW_Anim8r: Stay Happy, Harry!
jahgust: and JP I concur whole heartitly!
cs: newcomers are coming
CatManDEW: What, did Harry hear too much gas music?
More Sugar: See ya Harry
Johnny Piano: Thumbs up, jahgust.
EWeston: Take your stand. I also know an insane amount of " Not Insane"
jahgust: oh dear the spellcheck is broken, i.e. my brain hurts...
Principalpoop: I, should'a known better with a girl like you
cs: i remember austin saying he only liked old beatles
More Sugar: Shadow vally condoms
Dexter Fong: Cat: Wasn't Phil talking about ars?
LW_Anim8r: I DO live there, and I'm home right now!
Dexter Fong: cars
More Sugar: If you lived here you'd be home by now
Johnny Piano: Vaguely amusing statement re The Beatles, considering it's all old...now. But I get what he means.
cs: this might be on one of these hour hour shows, i forget
Hal O'Dali: He still wears his insect boots, too!
cs: home is an idea, sugar
jahgust: The old young beatles
Principalpoop: do me do
Johnny Piano: Pre-psychedelia
More Sugar: Its all home CS
DJTween: Home Is Where The Base Is
Principalpoop: innocent beatles
LW_Anim8r: do-be-do-be-do....
Dexter Fong: do me dooby do
cs: first beatles song i liked was hard days night. in the flick. didnt like any of their other songs
Johnny Piano: I guess there's no need to tell MS to make himself at home...
LW_Anim8r: Thinking along the same lines, Dex!
Principalpoop: you did not like I want to hold your hand?
||||||||| Around 10:33 PM, eknician walks off into the sunset...
CatManDEW: Is anyone else listening to the chat audio stream?
Principalpoop: I am
Principalpoop: he forgot what he was talking about
LW_Anim8r: What stream???
Hal O'Dali: Yes... right into the stream...
Dexter Fong: Prolly most of us CatMan
CatManDEW: Thanks, PP
cs: yes
Principalpoop: click at the top
DJTween: Remember folks, this is 1970, and they're already asking 'where have all the flower people gone?'
EWeston: yepper
cs: warhol's campbell soup
Tiberius: (this may have been asked already, but) Is there any progress about the Big Brouhaha tribute, specifically the recording thereof?
Johnny Piano: I actually play in two different Beatle tribute bands (aside from the three other bands I'm currently in).
CatManDEW: Are the people in the audio following the chat?
ge||ge: Lovin' the audio
cs: merl might know
Dexter Fong: Yes we are Cat man
Principalpoop: which era do you prefer JP?
CatManDEW: Thanks, DF.
DJTween: The 'counter-culture' was already starting to be co-opted
Johnny Piano: The audio is from 1970 - perhaps if they use Catherwood's time machine...
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:35 PM, on the dot!"
LW_Anim8r: OH! THAT audio....
CatManDEW: Hey, I watched the moon landing.
leafar: Who Kares!?
Dexter Fong: You got another audio?
cs: the daily noose.
Principalpoop: the moon landed? where?
Johnny Piano: Poop, I like it all for varying reasons. Being a keyboardist, I enjoy the challenge of replicating the expanded instrumentation.
DJTween: Future To The Back?
Dexter Fong: Right in the warehouse next to the comet
LW_Anim8r: I live in Bonkers.
Principalpoop: oki, i like it all too
CatManDEW: Hey, it's Nancy!
LW_Anim8r: You mean Susan Underhill?
CatManDEW: I was so sad when I heard about Peter's death.
EWeston: next to the biggest godam hole Rebus ever saw
Johnny Piano: At least everyone knew her by that name...
Bunnyboy: Dogs need tending. Ta!
cs: that's not a hill. that's susan
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: Later Bunny
leafar: Newspapers like poetry...those were da daze!
Dexter Fong: Cat: She's a butte
Hal O'Dali: See you Bunny!
Johnny Piano: Ciao, Bun
CatManDEW: Bye, Bunny
LW_Anim8r: Is the audio from a Dear Friends broadcast?
Dexter Fong: An Hour Hour broadcast
Dexter Fong: 3/22/70
Principalpoop: hour hour
jahgust: hey was there any idea to have a special chat on Sat. 3/9 to celebrate Uncle Pete?
CatManDEW: Just curious, but I'm viewing this chat in a web page. Is this an IRC channel?
Dexter Fong: Nope
cs: long long ago, dew
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
LW_Anim8r: Geez.... has it been one year now since he passed?
Principalpoop: I am on a web page also, I don't know
cs: good idea, jah
DJTween: jahgust: hey was there any idea to have a special chat on Sat. 3/9 to celebrate Uncle Pete? << I'll play PB, if you folks would like
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sinner - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Bookman4FR - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| worker - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Harry Cox - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Elverado - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| elmer - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the yaws
||||||||| gitalong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johnny Piano: If you purchase a copy of the book Duke Of Madness Motors from the Firesale page, there is a DVD full of mp3-formatted files of pretty much all the Radio Hour Hour, DearFriends & Let's Eat shows (minus the copyrighted music).
DJTween: Let me know by email at TXRoadkill@kurtericson.com
cs: if?
CatManDEW: Is the audio live right now?
||||||||| 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 Wrendu disembarks at 10:40 PM.
cs: why would anyone here not have a copy?
Principalpoop: click at the top
LW_Anim8r: Yeah... I bought the Duke of Madness DVD (audio_
cs: hi wrendu
Johnny Piano: Again, the audio is from 1970. Not live.
DJTween: hmmm, your DJ doesn't have one of those (hint hint)
LW_Anim8r: Bought it over a year ago -- didn't get around to listening to it yet....
jahgust: I have been listening to all the radio shows at some point in every day as I cannot get enough of them. indeed buy the Dukes DVD archive! It's essential!
Dexter Fong: CatMan: DJTween is streaming this podcast
CatManDEW: Johnny, I wasn't aware of how this works. I'm new to this chat.
cs: it would be a trip if it were live. bergman alive again
CatManDEW: I've been a Firesign fan for some time.
Tiberius: It is live-- in the past!...
Principalpoop: we were all noobies once, except Merlyn
CatManDEW: Okay, okay, I'm an idiot.
Principalpoop: we are all bozos, on this bus
cs: i heard the last 6 of these shows live,in june and july 1970
Johnny Piano: For the uninitiated... http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Dexter Fong: Hey! I'm an idiot too, I'll come over to your country, then I won't be the dumbest guy
cs: caman, what the firesign teaches is that you dont have to be an idiot.
LW_Anim8r: Gosh CS... you're OLD!!!
Johnny Piano: It's cool, CM-DEW. Hard to properly explain in the chat format.
cs: poop, i was here for the first chat, 1995
DJTween: Interesting Casteneda references lol
cs: lol lw
Dexter Fong: Cat: But those were the old IRC days
||||||||| At 10:44 PM, leafar vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: so you were the first noob, grats
jahgust: As I do alot of late night driving, I have these on 2 different iphones. Nothing like traveling don 195 with no other cars, after midnight with the radio shows playing. the perfect mood!
LW_Anim8r: LOL I'm probably older than you.....!
cs: yes, merl could tell us, this was originally an irc chat in the 90s'
Principalpoop: is that even possible?
EWeston: Ah, 70's oriental Kung Fu films. There's a flashback.
Dexter Fong: ..sstones out of your mind, blazing along at 23 mph
Beet: Anybody know where to get a copy of Zachariah?
jahgust: not sure who that guy Don is? Hey Catherwood could you throw that typeing error Don out?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to jahgust and mumbles "Do you have something for me to do?"
Principalpoop: thus spake zachariah?
LW_Anim8r: I have a copy of it on Beta (Zacharia)
Dexter Fong: Beet: I think Zach is rather hard to find
cs: thats wqhere ossman's youngest son is now.
Johnny Piano: http://www.amazon.com/Zachariah-John-Rubinstein/dp/B00026L7QS/ref=sr_1_1?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1362714400&sr=1-1&keywords=zachariah
Johnny Piano: The DVD
Tiberius: Zarasthustra?
Beet: Wow, thanks!
Principalpoop: zarathustra versus godzilla
Johnny Piano: My pleasure
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:48 PM, dragging Boogie Musik by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Principalpoop: boogie boogie boogie
Johnny Piano: Get down
cs: hi musik
Boogie Musik: woogie woogie wogie
Principalpoop: oh oh child, things are goinna get easier
Boogie Musik: are we high?
Johnny Piano: The Five Stairsteps
Principalpoop: high on life, hehehe
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Full-Balou into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:49 PM, then departs.
cs: compoared to everest?
jahgust: Ha got the Providence shout out again!
LW_Anim8r: So where does the audio come from? Who uploads it?
Principalpoop: j'accuse tween
Johnny Piano: The Tweenish one
DJTween: Hi LW
DJTween: me
LW_Anim8r: Cool! How do you do it? Can anyone in the chat room provide audio?
||||||||| 10:51 PM -- Full-Balou left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
DJTween: I do a radio show every Sunday at Radio Free Dishnuts (ww.dishnuts.net), and they let me share their server for this
Dexter Fong: LW: Tweeny provides the amazination to our weekly non sequitorial shindig
Principalpoop: you must buy a permit, let me give you my epay number hehe
Beet: I lust ordered Zachariah. Whoda thunk?
LW_Anim8r: Okay....
DJTween: You can download this for free at www.radiofreeoz.com
Dexter Fong: Everybody lusts for Zacharia
Merciful Lee Dickens: I just ordered the Complete Mama's Family! Damn. Wrong link.
Beet: Freudian or what?
Johnny Piano: I have to say I've yet to actually see Zachariah. (Yipes!)
LW_Anim8r: Hey Beet! You should order Tunnelvision, too, if you don't have it.
DJTween: It is a US Plus Stimulcast
DJTween: we hope you have been stimulated
Principalpoop: When we called out for another drink, the waiter brought a tray
Dexter Fong: I ordered the complete volue one, chapters 2 thru 236, of One man's Family
Johnny Piano: GASP! Poop, your face just turned a whiter shade...
EWeston: I saw Zach in Kalispell Montana in the mid 60's It's memorable. Excellant music.
Principalpoop: so I jumped up on the table, told her she was going to be spared
Dexter Fong: and your poop just turned a paler shade of brown
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| More Sugar - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hal O'Dali - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Obsidian - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Uh clem - dead from measles
||||||||| MichaelHatton - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| CatManDEW - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johnny Piano: LOL, Dex!!
cs: death is contagious here
Principalpoop: filth
cs: but its reeally great poop, mrs presskey
||||||||| HemlockStones enters at 10:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Merlyn says people don't get reaped as long as their window is open, but I find this reapge in numbers to be curiously strange
Principalpoop: oh hemlock
LW_Anim8r: Press any key....
cs: hey stones
DJTween: Your Stoneness...
Johnny Piano: Just as the flotsam is slept out, here comes Stones.
cs: hows the uk
Johnny Piano: Duh...swept
Principalpoop: and jetsome, those words go together
Dexter Fong: Cat: It's not *that* Stones
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:57 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs HemlockStones by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Unless he's relocated from UK to Colorado
||||||||| "10:57 PM? 10:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "HemlockStones should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as HemlockStones enters and sits on the couch.
LW_Anim8r: Well... I'm in eastern time zone... and must get up early for work tomorrow. I'll be back again someday.....
||||||||| Catherwood escorts kdraydog in through the front door at 10:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Why it's as plain as the nose on my face! Wait a minute! It's gone!
LW_Anim8r: (Just like Frosty)
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos enters at 10:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
LW_Anim8r: Your nose, or your face???
Principalpoop: you can't get it back
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Dexter Fong: Night LW
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Imagine my confusing', just granted probation at 10:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: No here it is, in my hand. (snuffels)
LW_Anim8r: Hello... I must be going!
Principalpoop: ciao mate rrrr
DJTween: Sounds like a precursor to Art Of The Insane
LW_Anim8r: Well.... so long! (The longer the better.....)
Imagine my confusing: If you enjoyed it half as much as I did, I enjoyed it twice as much as you!
LW_Anim8r: Simple math
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Johnny Piano: I think I too am going to bail, but before I do, I'll promote my latest music for my old chat friends. https://soundcloud.com/brian-curtis-3/
||||||||| Tiberius leaves to catch the 11:00 PM train to Funfun Town.
Principalpoop: don't you remember, what was 2 is 1
LW_Anim8r: ....and 1 is nothing!
Dexter Fong: Night JP, good to see you again
cs: come again, johnny
Johnny Piano: Good to see you and all the old irregulars as well. I shall return.
Principalpoop: just my imagination, running away with me
||||||||| Johnny Piano is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM.
DJTween: Friend me on FB, Johnny
DJTween: oops, too late
||||||||| Catherwood leads Johnny Piano inside, makes a note of the time (11:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Imagine my confusing: Goodnight Seekers!
Johnny Piano: Never too late, Tween
||||||||| Johnny Piano says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Johnny Piano exits at 11:02 PM.
Dexter Fong: wb JP
cs: how is honey, hemlock?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:02 PM and late as usual, it's hippychic, just back from Portland."
cs: an actual female chatter?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Different Stones
Principalpoop: far out hippychic
Dexter Fong: groovy
cs: bummer
Principalpoop: that might be chic as in chic not chick
Dexter Fong: fer sure
EWeston: totally
DJTween: hippy is only chique in Austin this week during South By Southwest
Principalpoop: a scenerio
Dexter Fong: Poop: Dig it!! Like flowered bell bottoms
jahgust: Oh I am fading...literally...
||||||||| kdraydog departs at 11:04 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: couture is fancy smancy culture
cs: spray some Ubik on yourself, jah
Dexter Fong: afkfr
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 11:05 PM, dragging kdraydog by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Principalpoop: surfer doggie, surfer kdray
Monsieur Pathos: AN
Principalpoop: bonsoir
EWeston: Gabby, our sacred cowboy said he was a theosphist
DJTween: Tonto's Cowboy Bank lol
Principalpoop: comment vous dire?
jahgust: Indeed Cat! My luster is dulling horribly...
DJTween: nice skit
DJTween: Je ne sais rein.... rein...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Otto Toon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Monsieur Pathos: Any yous seen Johnny Piano before he pancaked on the promenade? He owes me a bag of toons.
Principalpoop: mind control
cs: hi otto;
Otto Toon: I got more toons than I know what to do wit.
Principalpoop: he dipped, rose and turned in graceful harmony
cs: i wish i had more toonies than i knew what to do with
cs: toonie: two dollar coin in canada
Dexter Fong: Hey youse...yah didn't see no toons...youse don't no no toons...and you'se ain't never heard of no toons
Dexter Fong: you'se hearing my toon
Monsieur Pathos: Not worried about you Otto. Still rolling birds from the last bag.
Dexter Fong: don't make me hum it agiain
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from measles
||||||||| LW_Anim8r - dead from measles
||||||||| Wrendu - dead from measles
||||||||| Boogie Musik - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: Merlyn died, huh?
EWeston: 1st rule of Toons: You don't talk about the Toons
Otto Toon: I know Toons and youse ain't no toons. Check with Johnny Piano. Meh be I can pull some strings...
Dexter Fong: And survey says....Measles!!
Monsieur Pathos: Holy Creoke
Dexter Fong: He pulled my string..I think it was a G string
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:11 PM and mcpest bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Hi McPest
Principalpoop: mcpest, scratches record tch tch tch
cs: run gspot run
Principalpoop: po et try
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Merlyn into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:12 PM, then departs.
Monsieur Pathos: Holy Creole...I do hear it. Loud and clear. And they sound like rainbows.
Principalpoop: wb M, what happened? you caught the measles
Dexter Fong: there is no try...there is only po et do, or po et don't
mcpest: mcpest doth murder sleep
Merlyn: my screen stopped updating
Principalpoop: are you karete kidding me fong?
Dexter Fong: and therby wakes himself up, only to find himself dead
Monsieur Pathos: No...don't try it POE.
Dexter Fong: Nevermore
EWeston: Da du Ron Ron
Principalpoop: i heard death is like being asleep in Paris on a Thursday night
Dexter Fong: I thought it was Da Dude El Ron
jahgust: My tired bones are clacking in protest so must obey as the snow day I was praying for tomorow seems out of reach. So Merlyn, maybe a special chat to celebrate Pete on Sat.?
Otto Toon: Or in Wisconsin any time.
Principalpoop: Edgar and McCarthy
Dexter Fong: Jah:
Dexter Fong: Tweeny is open for a chat
EWeston: Only between consenting Scientologist's
Monsieur Pathos: Or at kidnight in the kangaroo morgue.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Hemlock_Stones', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: may the sandman kick your ass hard jahgust
Principalpoop: tell me why you cried and lied to me?
DJTween: Sure Dex, if you want a DJ for PB, let me know
Monsieur Pathos: For stealing all my ZZZZZZ
Otto Toon: Just a spoonful of cocoa left in the can. Off to the can I retire.
cs: elayne turned me on to the sandman. really opened my eyes to the possibilities in comics
Monsieur Pathos: .....with ease.
||||||||| Otto Toon says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Otto Toon exits at 11:17 PM.
Principalpoop: dormez-vous? dormez-vous?
DJTween: True Confessions will be played
jahgust: Indeed I need a good kick in the arse in the zzzs dept. So maybe we'll chat on Sat.?say 8 or 9ish? Gniggles! all
Principalpoop: guffaw
Monsieur Pathos: Thank you Father De Niro.
||||||||| "Hey jahgust!" ... jahgust turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:17 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: have we got a pope yet?
Dexter Fong: No, but we've got a Poop
Dexter Fong: which I prefer, personally
Principalpoop: with improved brown
Monsieur Pathos: Aw Lt. Bradshaw....another narc in the dark. Ain't it past your bed of time?
cs: poop john
Dexter Fong: Poop! Johnny, just like ringing the bell
Principalpoop: now all I have is a ring, and the memories of what almost was
Dexter Fong: Don't forget those 16 candles
Principalpoop: i said slow down, the lines on the road look like dots
Monsieur Pathos: Is that rust on your whistle or are you being vinta
Dexter Fong: they were responsible for burning down that chapel on the hill
Monsieur Pathos: vintage...
Principalpoop: candida
Merciful Lee Dickens: "a spade guy" - I love it
Dexter Fong: There's no rust on *my* whistle...I use lip gloss
Monsieur Pathos: Made me cross.
Principalpoop: you cannot say that anymore
Dexter Fong: That's right man..and you cannot say spic neither
Monsieur Pathos: Shiny and ready to blow.
cs: david cross? maybe you can restart mr. show
Dexter Fong: And don't even think about saying hunky
DJTween: spic and steeleye span?
Dexter Fong: lol tween
DJTween bows
Monsieur Pathos: Dan Steele knew hik.
Merciful Lee Dickens: thanks, podnas
Dexter Fong: Your welcome little beaver
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mcpest - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Imagine my confusing - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| hippychic - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: thank you mister tween, have a better week
Beet: Nite all. Next week
Merlyn: Thanks again tweeny
Principalpoop: sounds like phil silvers
ge||ge: @DJTween: won't miss next Thr for anything!
Monsieur Pathos: Night Beet.
EWeston: Thank you Jesus
cs: thanks again, tween
Principalpoop: oh gege, kiss me you fool
cs: by beey
Dexter Fong: Hey gellge: Didn't see you come in..Hi
Principalpoop: oh yes, thank you jesus, which is sausage spelled backwards
Dexter Fong: Aha! found the "||"
ge||ge: Got a one track ear.
EWeston: I heard that on the intertubes. It must be true!
Principalpoop: where is it fong?
Monsieur Pathos: I get the link.
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Principalpoop: oops ciao beet street beet
Dexter Fong: Shift "back slash"
Principalpoop: ||
Dexter Fong: dats it!!
Dexter Fong: ||
ge||ge: c language for "or"
Monsieur Pathos: Drop the keys Fong.. We need to make a mad dash.
Principalpoop: come||on Jesus
Dexter Fong: |Show yourself|
DJTween: until last time, again...
||||||||| Around 11:28 PM, DJTween walks off into the sunset...
ge||ge: I'll settle for Elvis
Dexter Fong: Thanks Twe||en
Principalpoop: don't let the bastards get you down tween
||||||||| At 11:29 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
EWeston: By all
Dexter Fong: and suddenly it became eerily silent
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:29 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: ciao weestong
Monsieur Pathos: Nino...you swindling psychopath.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Electric...er, Bozo inside, makes a note of the time (11:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Harsh words for such a square little guy, MP
Principalpoop: i knew huntington park
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tiberius close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Principalpoop: can't recall the name of the streets now
ge||ge: Thanks to youse guys, I replaced my (long) missing copy of The Space Child's Mother Goose.
Principalpoop: tiberus is back
Monsieur Pathos: A handsome soldier of misfortune.
Electric...er, Bozo: Hey guys, it's JP under an assumed name...
kdraydog: i like the idea of a swindling psychopath, but goodnite
Dexter Fong: There is no "I" in tiberus
Principalpoop: put it next to your childs guide to marijuana?
Principalpoop: nightnight dog
Principalpoop: when you assume you make an ass of you and me
ge||ge: For 1958 it was forward. Here is the 4 line opener:
ge||ge: Probable-Possible, my black hen,
ge||ge: She lays eggs in the Relative When.
ge||ge: She doesn't lay eggs in the Positive Now
Monsieur Pathos: Right from the heart, Poop.
ge||ge: Because she's unable to Postulate How.
||||||||| 11:33 PM: Bentwire jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
cs: hi bentwire
Principalpoop: incest is all relative too
Monsieur Pathos: If you can hear 'em make a theorem.
Principalpoop: i popped my postulate the other day
Electric...er, Bozo: I must go...to the bathroom...
||||||||| Around 11:34 PM, Electric...er, Bozo walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: i hope you are wearing diapers, go ahead
Principalpoop: ahh no fun
cs: no shit?
Monsieur Pathos: Dont worry Poop....they grow back.
Dexter Fong: Warm up the car, portia, I must reposition
Principalpoop: this is getting puerile
||||||||| At 11:35 PM, Bentwire vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Merlyn: see you next week all
Dexter Fong: I'll be away next week see you all in two
Principalpoop: thanks and night M
||||||||| Dexter Fong runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 11:36 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: they grow back bigger
cs: by merl
Principalpoop: hail rita fong
Principalpoop: the bus is leaving, off we go, best luck all
cs: see you in 2 weeks, dex
Principalpoop: ciaoooo
Monsieur Pathos: AH Fong....a little smoke in the tailpipe goes a long way.
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Around 11:36 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| 11:37 PM -- kdraydog left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'kdraydog', just granted probation at 11:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| kdraydog rushes off, saying "11:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Monsieur Pathos: Lots of morphing in this chamber. Better grab my mukluks.
cs: off we flow
||||||||| "11:38 PM? I'm late!" exclaims cs, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Monsieur Pathos: Those were my doors....Mr. Manzarek.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ge||ge: puerile. Too be sure.
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos departs at 11:41 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
ge||ge: With SXSW going on ALL next week, I might miss this show.
ge||ge: Did the 4 line poultry drive away the crowd?
ge||ge: Its only quarter to 9 in CA.
ge||ge: 4 more lines:
ge||ge: Plus-que-Possible, ma poule noire,
ge||ge: Elle pond ses oeufs dans le Quand-Provisoire.
ge||ge: Elle ne pond point dans une pe'riode sure
ge||ge: Car l'expe'rience serait bien trop dure.
ge||ge: Wheeeeel... I refuse to be the very last at the party, so g'nite to Tiberius CrackerBackJox and (Hemlock_Stones).
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ge||ge by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tiberius - dead from measles
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:20 AM and Lonesome Beantick waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Lonesome Beantick: sorry that i missed you folks this week .. :-(
||||||||| Catherwood leads ecmotoast inside, makes a note of the time (12:27 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| 12:32 AM: Zen Cosmos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| Zen Cosmos rushes off, saying "12:38 AM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Zen Cosmos', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:38 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ecmotoast - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Lonesome Beantick - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Zen Cosmos leaves at 12:40 AM, 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..."
||||||||| Outside, the 12:41 AM bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Zen Cosmos coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "12:44 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Zen Cosmos, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| CrackerBack Jox - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| das enters at 12:55 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| das - dead from the yaws
||||||||| HemlockStones - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Hemlock_Stones - 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:
4d3fect
Ah Greg
Angus Q. Potsmacker
BEEDUB
Beet
Boogie Musik

Bunnyboy
CatManDEW
cs
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Drooo
eknician
Elayne2
Elayne
Electric...er, Bozo
Elverado
EWeston
ferret
ge||ge
Hal O'Dali
Harry Cox
Imagine my confusing
jahgust
Johnny Piano
KantThink
kdraydog
leafar
Lonesome Beantick
LW_Anim8r
Manila E.
mcpest
Merciful Lee Dickens
Merlyn
Monsieur Pathos
More Sugar
Obsidian
Otto Toon
Principalpoop
reverb
Rufus_T_Firetween
Tiberius
uh klem
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waiting_for_the_Electrician_or_Someone_Like_Him
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20121120.html
http://goshennews.com/breakingnews/x564671759/Goshen-native-Philip-Proctor-to-perform-at-GC-with-Los-Angles-Guitar-Quartet
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatwait.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://soundcloud.com/brian-curtis-3/
http://www.amazon.com/Zachariah-John-Rubinstein/dp/B00026L7QS/ref=sr_1_1?s=movies-tv&ie=UTF8&qid=1362714400&sr=1-1&keywords=zachariah
http://www.bearmanormedia.com/index.php?route=product/category&path=71
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/page/2/
www.radiofreeoz.com
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=D7jtpy0lfBU#



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