A Firesign Chat
05/16/2013




Archive

||||||||| 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 May 16, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with DJTween close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. 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)'
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 8:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 8:40 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Dex
Dexter Fong: What's on the listening tap tonight?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Giant Rat is next in line
Rufus_T_Firetween: Open to suggestions for after that
Dexter Fong: I think he cut in
Rufus_T_Firetween: Oh?
Rufus_T_Firetween: This is the list I'm going by : http://dmdb.org/discographies/firesign.disco.html
Rufus_T_Firetween: If there is a more accurate chronicle, I'd like to know about it
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies garyh inside, makes a note of the time (8:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| DrWho42 enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hello Gary, Dr
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mr. Squeezy in through the front door at 8:45 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: The list seems to be accurate
Mr. Squeezy: Am I on or in?
Dexter Fong: Your choice whatever you are
DrWho42: New fan. Glad to be here.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with eyewalker close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:46 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: Welcome
||||||||| Catherwood escorts leroy inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| TheMayorOfEarth steps in at 8:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hi leroy and MOE
||||||||| Mr. Squeezy rushes off, saying "8:47 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts JohnCowden in through the front door at 8:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs TheMayorOfEarth by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| chef dj waltzes in at 8:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi John, Mayor
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:48 PM and late as usual, it's uhClem, just back from Gilroy."
||||||||| Outside, the 8:48 PM crosstown bus from California pulls away, leaving Wunderpants coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| eyewalker rushes off, saying "8:49 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
JohnCowden: Hello Mayor
: I will sit here in the waiting room or wait here in the sitting room.
DrWho42: ^
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TheMayorOfEarth close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
TheMayorOfEarth: Pass the Lord and praise the ammunition!
JohnCowden: Warm yourself by the cellophane?
||||||||| "8:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims chef dj, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:52 PM crosstown bus from Chicago pulls away, leaving chef dj coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
TheMayorOfEarth: Am-scray, uster-bay!
DJTween: lol
||||||||| chef dj leaves to catch the 8:54 PM train to Illinois.
TheMayorOfEarth: I stared at the sign on my door "htraEfOroyaMehT"
DJTween: Catherwood, please give chef a revolving door
||||||||| Catherwood gets chef a revolving door.
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| garyh - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Tuanticles steals in around 8:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Tuanticles: Oboy !! Hitch a ride on the giant teal raft of Sinatra !!
||||||||| Merlyn waltzes in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Tuanticles: Lots of
DJTween: Hello, dancing wizard
Merlyn: yer door knocker fell off
Tuanticles: OOPS !! Fat fingers !! Lots of "barrel" references tonight, I predict...
Tuanticles: Better pre-dicked than post-dicked, my beloved mams used to say.
DJTween: heheh
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 16, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "RangerCraig should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RangerCraig enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Space Captain, just back from Billville."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and rollo bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DrWho42: worp worp worp
||||||||| At 9:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, RangerCraig!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Principalpoop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 EWeston falls out at 9:01 PM.
DJTween: Hey P
DJTween: Hi EW
Principalpoop: hey all
Tuanticles: Stones seems a little flat this evening.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's CS, just back from Vancouver."
Tuanticles: Howdy, Poopster !
Tuanticles: DJTween -- you've inspired me to become DJTaint !
EWeston: Hay DJt and a cast of tens
CS: Hi all
Principalpoop: you are looking for trouble stirring poop
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Dexter Fong: Hi poop
Principalpoop: hello ca na da
DrWho42: Hello
DJTween: Hi cease
Principalpoop: ahh the fong too, from the gray
Tuanticles: But he's been snoring like that for YEARS !
Dexter Fong: Cat: How did your elections turn out?
CS: couldn't be worse, or more unexpected
Principalpoop: dr who 42 give us a clue
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Orpheus coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
CS: the bad party was far behind in the polls but won anyway
DrWho42: My name is Mxyzptlk
Orpheus: Greetings!
Tuanticles: What's wrong, Stones?
Principalpoop: from a superman comic book as I recall
EWeston: There are pills for that.
Principalpoop: how orpheus
EWeston: There are pills for that. I love the Rat
Tuanticles: Antidespotic drugs.
DrWho42: "The Name of the Doctor" ends with the Doctor being tricked into saying his name backwards.
Principalpoop: 24 skidoo
Tuanticles: Rotcod Magnam.
Merlyn: "eman sih"?
DrWho42: Yes, Goon show!
rollo: half ass? wow, now I remember...
CS: i think this is their most relentlessly funny album
Principalpoop: a half-assed comeback containing only one good joke, gfy rolling stone
Tuanticles: "I was wearing Stanley's afghan..."
Merlyn: half-vast?
DJTween: another good one, Taunticles
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA - 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 - this album can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html'
||||||||| Lil enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Principalpoop: lil
Tuanticles: Faith and Gommorra!
CS: Hi Lil
Merlyn: hey lil
Space Captain: I sat on my pipe.
Lil: Hola compadres
Principalpoop: yankee pignut scandal
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:09 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Hellmouth."
DrWho42: Hola Lil
shoes for the dead: howdy
Space Captain: We eat or we die, eh?
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JohnCowden - dead from The Plague
||||||||| uhClem - dead from measles
||||||||| TheMayorOfEarth - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: frigate matilda
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving REBOZO coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: That's a fine howdy, off the rack?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Giant Rat at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
rollo: the public must know !
Tuanticles: Any English schoolboy could catch it.
shoes for the dead: no custom, made on java
Space Captain: How very incisive.
Tuanticles: shoes in da house... howdy !
Lil: Stuff it Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Lil and inquires "Did you need me?"
Tuanticles: I believe "By the blood of St. Menses..." is the best line in the play.
EWeston: Getcher rubbergoods and spiders, 2 for 5 6 at half
Lil: LOL Well I'll give it a think Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives it a think.
Tuanticles: Is nicht correctheit!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:12 PM and mrme sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
REBOZO: Knowingly nods to himself
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Sky inside, makes a note of the time (9:13 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: nodding, ham?
DrWho42: hahaha
Principalpoop: hahahaha
rollo: Violet Dudley Scandolous but knot flat, strange but not forgotten.
Tuanticles: Almost Bodily Fluids Time !!
Space Captain: This album is nuts. : )
Principalpoop: pignuts
EWeston: Its good to keep nuts at hand
shoes for the dead: i got two on vinyl
rollo: is nect correct ?
Tuanticles: Nuts for the dead.
EWeston: Ya get the aromatics that way
mrme: I wonder why giant rat gets criticism for firesign fans, I thought it was one of their strongest from those early years
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Happy Harry Cox into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "9:15 PM? 9:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Limdennert should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Limdennert enters and sits on the couch.
Tuanticles: Try the new ArrowMatic -- most entertaining anti-burgular system EVER !
shoes for the dead: ive always dug it, good puns
||||||||| forescore enters at 9:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Lil: Howdy Harry
DJTween: Hello Harry, Limden
EWeston: Oh those sailers
CS: i agree mrme
DJTween: Hi Score
DrWho42: Dat brow
Space Captain: Look at the prow on that steamer!
Tuanticles: A balcony you could do Shakespeare from !
shoes for the dead: get that cold hook out of there!!
Dexter Fong: ;
Tuanticles: I'll have another pint o' oil.
Happy Harry Cox: That was the only way you'd get a drink outta him: stick your finger down his throat...
EWeston: Good to know Harry
rollo: Hurricane Style !! WHoooooooo
Space Captain: So many classic lines.
Tuanticles: Put that back !
DrWho42: Commander Worf
Happy Harry Cox: Up on de roooof
||||||||| Catherwood ushers willard into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:19 PM, then departs.
Space Captain: Is this the zipper?
EWeston: With or without the glass?
Principalpoop: ouch woof
||||||||| 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 tubeless plummets into the garden at 9:19 PM.
Tuanticles: Gotta remember: "Gotta go eject a parcel. Be right back."
DrWho42: The dog from The Phantom Tollbooth?
Happy Harry Cox: "Did they say, Willard, wht they wanted to..terminate...my command?"
Space Captain: It's the 'ectrician!
shoes for the dead: The Ectertian!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts coydog in through the front door at 9:20 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Space Captain: Muahahahaha
Tuanticles: Something is happening... brilliant !
rollo: How do you do it? How do you?
Principalpoop: wait for it
EWeston: I'll wait forever
Principalpoop: waiter, bring me a dam brewy
shoes for the dead: where ther's smoke there's work
Space Captain: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conopodium_majus
EWeston: He you are in shorts, of course
Happy Harry Cox: Zeppelin II...
EWeston: re, (we're lost)
Principalpoop: St. Anthony's nut hehe
rollo: Olaf is BACK !
Space Captain: A tin of red herrings...
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sky - dead from measles
||||||||| Wunderpants - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Orpheus - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: your loss is my gain
rollo: Who was that masked man?
Lil: Hey, get the plague!
Principalpoop: except for the months with R in them
shoes for the dead: hi impedence
Space Captain: 100 pounds of dollars sounds good.
Space Captain: Side 1!
rollo: Side One
||||||||| 9:26 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Put your thumb on your browser Tween
DrWho42: Bloody browser
Principalpoop: side one, do I have to spell you out for you
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Principalpoop: hi E
CS: Hi El
Happy Harry Cox: When is that Holmes gonna team up with Rucy Roo?
DrWho42: Hello Elayne!
Space Captain: Broody blowsers!
Lil: He's no fun he fell right over
Merlyn: hey E
Elayne: I think this is a great album to play during the season finale of Elementary.
Space Captain: Joe Beets
rollo: WX21 on the Air !
Lil: I actually have this album on vinyl
Space Captain: Ditto Lil.
DrWho42: Nice Lil
rollo: as do we all, no doubt
Rufus_T_Firetween: The Tale of the Giant Rat of Sumatra at Wiki - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tale_of_the_Giant_Rat_of_Sumatra
willard: holes in lake acme!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Me too Lil
Lil: Not all I dare say
Principalpoop: with scratches like old obnoxious but harmless friends?
Space Captain )
Lil: Ah you know my collection well Poop
shoes for the dead: dad and his police.
Rufus_T_Firetween: well worn, like Bush's excuses for taking us to war with Iraq
Elayne: I never got that "what do you think of American girls?" line before.
Elayne: Another veiled Beatles ref, I'm guessing.
Principalpoop: i had to put 4 quarters on the tone arm to keep it in the groove...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ouch, P
Lil: Only four lol
Principalpoop: lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: Could well be, E
CS: that's what I thought it was, el
Space Captain: Sounds like a candidate for regrooving.
shoes for the dead: 4 quarters of what?
Happy Harry Cox: My bush used to make excuses all the time
Principalpoop: maybe it was semesters
Lil: I just look at the cover and absorb the entire album that way
Space Captain: You have a talking bush?
shoes for the dead: we
DrWho42: Osmotically
CS: a hole in the lake reminds me of the borges story about odin's disc, the only thing in the world that had only one side
Lil: Exactly Who
willard: my tube
shoes for the dead: ll have to give youcredit then
EWeston: And does it work professionally?
Space Captain: We have a talking bush?
Elayne: I forgot they swiped the "I hear it comes in bottles in this country" from Lennon as well. :)
Happy Harry Cox: Yeah, my bush talked ALL the time! (Am I right, fellas?)
Lil: I meant exactly, Who
Principalpoop: because dr peppers wife died
rollo: uh, Clem, no, you are running the negative force to ground, WOW!
willard: i'm the rat
Space Captain: How much Jack did this couse host?
Happy Harry Cox: Close 'B', Close Mode on Deputy Dan...
DJTween: Indeed, Space Captain
Dexter Fong: I could tell by your red eyes
EWeston: I'm not the Walrus
Principalpoop: r a t f i n k
DrWho42: Been re-listening to the albums during finals week. Made all-nighters more bareable.
Lil: I can hear that buzz now
willard: juiced
DrWho42: *bearable
Lil: You study for finals naked Who?
rollo: that's MY Zeppelin Tube !!
mrme: i was listening to this album on the way to school today actually
Space Captain: The 'ectrician is so self-satisfied.
Space Captain: Smoke rag?
EWeston: Ectoplamsim never fills you up
Principalpoop: rags were made of hemp, in europe they smoke the carpet
rollo: a cheesy hole in the wall? Wait for me !
Dexter Fong: The electrician is so self-satisfied because he has a positive feed back circuit
DrWho42: I wouldn't want to scare everyone else
Happy Harry Cox: Stoopid Pops!
rollo: swordfish !
willard: if he doesnt kill you you'll love working for hom
willard: him
Elayne: So, any Silly Site suggestions for this evening?
Dexter Fong: E: According to Cat, British Columbia
willard: curb your rat hawk
Happy Harry Cox: Jim C. , Tramps & thieves...
Space Captain: lol Dexter
CS: more sad than sillly
willard: hey bluteworst
willard: where'd everybody go?
Happy Harry Cox: From the Spanish word "Bozotros"
EWeston: I love the Afgani bondage dance.
willard: see?
Happy Harry Cox: M'yeah, see?
willard: see.
Happy Harry Cox: Let go of my pickle!
rollo: Electrician on the wire, the pickles are at My house?
willard: love the music in the background
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| REBOZO - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Limdennert - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| forescore - dead from measles
||||||||| tubeless - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| coydog - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrWho42: Got an offer to write radio comedy for my college's station. On the fence on whether to take it up.
CS: I don wana pickle
DJTween: Sounds like fun DrW
Dexter Fong: Wanna ride on my motor sickle?
DrWho42: I hope so
Principalpoop: anything with a gazoo will do
rollo: I won't tell you what I caught in Buffalo.
Space Captain: I don't get it.
willard: pickles down the rathole!
Tuanticles: Back from Smoke Break. What'd I miss ?
DJTween: 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 - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Dexter Fong: Most of side 2
Tuanticles: Where? Where?
EWeston: The world ended, as we know it.
Tuanticles: Txs Dex
rollo: light the fuse of Doom and start the voting.
willard: i'll squeak in the night!
EWeston: Do not light your votes, this time
Tuanticles: Waiting for a Clinician, or someone like Kim.
willard: if he doesn't kill you you'll love working for him
shoes for the dead: thank Grid
Principalpoop: various areas or specific areas?
Space Captain: Where's my tube?!
rollo: let's go stop elevators !!
Tuanticles: Sound effects on this magnificent.
EWeston: I love your organ haoney
shoes for the dead: t's ot uor ube!!
willard: rubber roads that lead nowhere
rollo: Cheap Art and Giant Rats !!
Tuanticles: The Organ Concerto was written in honor of his dong. The most morphous bozo in the world.
EWeston: And compulsive education
rollo: Giant Art and Cheap Rats !!
DrWho42: M-mm
willard: ass of the infidells
DJTween: Any of you want to get on Skype and talk about your FST experiences?
EWeston: Frank/The Electrician, mental issues?
DJTween: Just send me your Skype nick in private message and I'll call you
rollo: THat's MY useless Tool from Heaven !!
Elayne: Oh dear, I'm afraid I must leave, I'm getting a nasty little neck pain. Sorry guys.
||||||||| Elayne runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 9:48 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: feel better E
DJTween: Sorry E :/
DrWho42: Hope it ameliorates
Tuanticles: Flotsam... Unplugged.
Principalpoop: like the guy with the viagra pill that got caught in his throat, stiff neck for hours
CS: get well, el
DJTween: lol
Tuanticles: Four SACRED hours...
DrWho42: Beginning of the end?
Tuanticles: Flotsam Spaceman
EWeston: Next time E take care
willard: the black horn of heaven
rollo: Sleeping like a Crazy Monkey 2 night !
Tuanticles: Wonderful writing here at the end. Just wonderful.
willard: industrial blanket
DrWho42: Is this chat weekly?
Space Captain: Some people do like it.
Principalpoop: no, every week
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:50 PM and Señor Tirebiter sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: weekly since 95
Lil: I met the guys after a concert in NYC
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RFO April 1979 - HISTORY OF THE ART OF RADIO - 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'
DrWho42: Awesome. I'll tune in accordingly
Tuanticles: DrWho -- how can you be here weekly when your knot in a wherewithal ??
Lil: The audience there was a blast
DrWho42: Timey-wimey reasons
DJTween: Maybe Skype in next week, Lil?
Lil: I remember talking to them and one said he had forgotten how much fun New York audiences were
Tuanticles: Everyone loves Vosotros. Reform immigration from the Fire Side.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Looekey close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Lil: I got them to sign a group photo and have it framed where I can~~~
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:53 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Tuanticles by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's Tuanticles, just back from Billville."
willard: these men were and are true profits from god
Lil: Sorry Tween no Skype
DJTween: Hi Looekey
Tuanticles: E.clec.tricians !!
DJTween: Yes indeed Willard, very prophetable indeed
Tuanticles: I have travelled to Pico Electrico.
DrWho42: Ancient astronaut theorists would agree
Space Captain: Hubcaps of the Gods!
willard: clicker
EWeston: OOhh shiney!
Principalpoop: hubcaps of the gods
Space Captain: Yepsk.
Tuanticles: See it glisten.
EWeston: Negative proof triumphs
DrWho42: Wirey
willard: pre histeric
EWeston: Needs a back beat
Tuanticles: Semi-uphoric
EWeston: Ah a horics I's knud
Space Captain: Yeah.
Space Captain: ?
Tuanticles: Eye Chronic
willard: inventer of the phone company
Principalpoop: time out for beaver
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Don't be hard on it
Tuanticles: Improvised sound effects in some ways better to the well-rehearsed fare in Rat, eh ?
Space Captain: More rubber roads....
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Charles Throat inside, makes a note of the time (10:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Hello Charles
DrWho42: Time in CA is 7 o'clock
Space Captain: If you say so Ppoop
DJTween: Live is often more fun than studio, for many reasons
Tuanticles: Goodbye Charles
DJTween: Hello Charles
Charles Throat: Hello Dexter
Charles Throat: Hi all
Space Captain: Who am us anyway?
Principalpoop: just leave it to beaver
Tuanticles: When Irish Guts are Gurgling
Charles Throat: And your brother Sinister
EWeston: I'm confused by your visualization Charles
Tuanticles: Beaver's in MY Will.
Tuanticles: Charlemeleon
Charles Throat: How so EWeston?
EWeston: They get those inheritance tax breaks you know
Principalpoop: a left-handed visualization
Tuanticles: Halves and Have Knots
Space Captain: How much wood could a woodchuck....etc.?
willard: monster fight
DrWho42: Historic moments in hot air
EWeston: He seemed to be coming and going simutantiously, while stimulating, also confusing.
Space Captain: What's the difference between a beaver?
Charles Throat: WHat gate?
EWeston: Dark matter
Space Captain: Sorry, I meant what's the distance between a beaver?
Charles Throat: Why is a cow?
willard: oh the inanity!
DJTween: lol willard
Space Captain: Of course it matters, EW.
Principalpoop: brie brie brie
Space Captain: lol
EWeston: I only know of marital stances between beavers
Space Captain: It's Captain Equimox!
Principalpoop: kiki oh my
EWeston: He's a scandal fortunately
Space Captain: martial stances?
Charles Throat: martial dylan?
EWeston: And Kung Fu dances
Dexter Fong: Marshall's Dance
Space Captain: Drunken beaver stance!
Principalpoop: conjugate
Dexter Fong: It's a six-gun sock hop
EWeston: Even the beaver shaver move fails here
Principalpoop: salute to reality
Tuanticles: Dunking bereaved moustache
Charles Throat: I chatted with Phil P today and asked him a question he wasn't able to answer
willard: i am arroused
Charles Throat: No, not THAT one
Tuanticles: Did he say his name backward ?
Dexter Fong: Stump the Chump?
EWeston: Satay reality
Tuanticles: Don gimme no lihP.
Principalpoop: normal corney
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Looekey - dead from measles
||||||||| Señor Tirebiter - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Happy Harry Cox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| mrme - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| leroy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
willard: charles c fong
Space Captain: Why does the porridge bird...?
DrWho42: Not dead yet, apparently
Dexter Fong: 3 out of five have dengue fever
Charles Throat: Nope not that one
||||||||| "10:10 PM? 10:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "gw should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as gw enters and sits on the couch.
Charles Throat: it's so obscure it's probably not worth repeating
Tuanticles: Why does a whore emerge play a zig in the heir ?
Space Captain: Who is behind it all?
Charles Throat: That's the void!
DJTween: Good evening, Mr. Bush
DJTween: we were just discussing beavers
Charles Throat: Wonder if bush likes clams
CS: great cbc show about beavers a few weeks ago
Space Captain: What?
Tuanticles: Fudd Sighting
Dexter Fong: Actually less a discussion that a series of mentions
Dexter Fong: than
Charles Throat: Beavcers I Have Known
willard: and pussy cats to eat them
Dexter Fong: Beavers I Have Followed
Tuanticles: Beaver-shaped saucers ?
Charles Throat: in San Clamerone
Space Captain: I knew a guy from Smegma.
EWeston: Bad toilet trainingWith cups?
Tuanticles: Meet you at St. Comatose.
Charles Throat: Was he spasmodic?
Space Captain: On demand, yes.
Dexter Fong: No, he's still ticing
EWeston: He was, a Hawian guy
willard: the far flung isles of langerhans
Tuanticles: The Regurgitato Cocktail, please.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'bongolong', just granted probation at 10:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Bongo long. An oxymoron?
Space Captain: Ask the milman
Charles Throat: Space Captain must be a Cocker fan
Tuanticles: Longo Bahn
Dexter Fong: Any relation to Mrs. manilla bangalang?
CS: http://www.cbc.ca/player/Shows/ID/2363183150/
||||||||| Catherwood enters with max close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Tuanticles: Milman mighty small.
Space Captain: And who isn't?
willard: ask the cop in the wood pile
Space Captain: Ask him.
Space Captain: MiGHTy small, weeny in fact.
Tuanticles: Braham Link On
Charles Throat: I play with the drummer on that record, Chuck Blackwell
DrWho42: Brouhaha Lincoln
willard: who am us anyway?
Tuanticles: Shoe Truth
Charles Throat: one of the drummers to be exact
EWeston: I had an image there
willard: i'm a drummer!
Tuanticles: Homage to Zappa's Montana ?
willard: we're all drummers here
Tuanticles: (Pick a bale of dacron)
Charles Throat: I's white!
Space Captain: Shoulder to shoulder.
EWeston: Greevins?
Tuanticles: Perk Us Some Nits
Space Captain: Hound dog.
willard: you get it
Dexter Fong: It's for me
Space Captain: Bees were everywhere...
DrWho42: DeForest
EWeston: De grubs...
Charles Throat: Can't see him, it's radio
willard: it's the bees and spiders again!
Charles Throat: De fenestration
Tuanticles: Alvarado !
EWeston: De riggour
Dexter Fong: Pico??
DrWho42: And wi-fi
Charles Throat: Nano?
Tuanticles: Matesky !
Lil: WBAI, yesssssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DJTween: This is great :-)
||||||||| CHEEZUS RETARDO sneaks in around 10:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Yuppers
Dexter Fong: WeBegAtIntervals (actually, continually these days)
Tuanticles: CR welcome
willard: johannes amadeus
willard: majetsky
DJTween: Sorry folks, pressed the wrong button.
Tuanticles: "Jibberish" sounds so GOOD in any kind of accent.
DrWho42: It's a-okay
bongolong: ...sorry folks, no sooner walked in the room and my puter pooped!
willard: saint mickey save me!
Charles Throat: Here's drink for you!
EWeston: Grid willing
Rufus_T_Firetween: Radio Free OZ Podcasts - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Charles Throat: Sweet nuncle
Tuanticles: Grad wailing
DrWho42: Bookmarked
EWeston: Geddayob
Dexter Fong: na Na Na Nah
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| gw - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| rollo - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Charles Throat: Goodbye
Tuanticles: Hey, Firetween, I already got DJTween.com. Don't even think about it.
Dexter Fong: Leaving CT?
DJTween: heheh
EWeston: See yah Charles
Tuanticles: Also, DJTaint. Just sayin',
DrWho42: Living in CA
CS: by charles
Charles Throat: NO just responding to the na na's but I forgot the hey heys
willard: hellmouth or heater?
EWeston: Goombye?
DrWho42: Button, button, who's got the button
Charles Throat: Goon bones
DJTween: Yeah, got be careful :/
willard: just this little chromium switch here
Space Captain: I'm fading.
DrWho42: Hour of Slack would reference Firesign a lot
Tuanticles: Good advice.
CS: thanks, tween
Principalpoop: huh
EWeston: You people are so supersticious
Tuanticles: Captain's fading... Beam him the hell UP !!
willard: oh Don!
Space Captain: Yow!
Charles Throat: Interstitial
Tuanticles: Don tell me.
CS: there's Elayne
EWeston: Yah gotta keep posting, or its back to the shadows again
Charles Throat: We live in a world with headlines like "Google buys quantum tunneling machine" actually makes sense
Charles Throat: where
DrWho42: haha
Tuanticles: Google just bought ME !! Egad !!
||||||||| "10:29 PM? I'm late!" exclaims bongolong, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
DrWho42: brb
Tuanticles: Bongo Gone
Charles Throat: Probably got a job on a french movie
willard: hunan being
Dexter Fong: Cat: Please answer your msgs
Charles Throat: Anyone ever see Bergman's French movie?
Space Captain: Just bits in the homage film.
Dexter Fong: I haven't Charles
DJTween: not I
Charles Throat: Me either probably long out nof print
willard: real square little feller
Dexter Fong: I don't remember producing this
DrWho42: back
CS: this is a collection of parodies of various rfo skits.
Charles Throat: Must be a visit from Doctor.... ahhhh....
CS: doc technical produced this
Rufus_T_Firetween: Dex - name of the podcast in iTunes - RFO - 5/28/2012 - Radio Free Booze (An RFO Homage)
Dexter Fong: But I *got* the credit....ha ha ha ha
Space Captain: Cheers to all of you nice folks. Must retro-thrust outta here. Nitey night!
EWeston: An unconcious concurrent incarnation, neat trick
Dexter Fong: Night Cap
CS: i was born in tommy douglas's saskatchewan
EWeston: Clear ether Capn
CS: this is sound from the actual provo take over
DrWho42: Oh, hey, from southern Ca
CS: no this is the canadian anthem
Charles Throat: Any old RFO's floating around besides the couple I know about?
Dexter Fong: And we aren't telling you either
||||||||| 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 pNose II gets out at 10:35 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hi pNose
EWeston: Entirely different from Jack Douglas's Saskatchewan
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - VARIOUS BITS - 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'
Charles Throat: Oh boy lets drive over some fish with snowmobiles
Tuanticles: Funky Chunky
CS: Jack's grandpa, voted the greatest Canadian.
DJTween: Charles Throat: Any old RFO's floating around besides the couple I know about? < there's a whole podcast series out there
EWeston: Watch out for flying hocky pucks!
Tuanticles: Yuke on Jack
Rufus_T_Firetween: Radio Free OZ podcasts - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Tuanticles: Pucks for Industry!
Principalpoop: did the write the barge on lake lemarge?
EWeston: Jack did some good stuff
Rufus_T_Firetween: also available free for iTunes Podcasts
Charles Throat: I mean the OLD ones... all I know about is a Borges story and the Charlie Chan one
Charles Throat: ANd the Finger Brothers snippet
EWeston: Ducks for Hammas
Lil: Nice bits Mister DJ
DJTween: THere is stuff from the 60's in what I just listed
Tuanticles: On to NBA Gazing for me. Go, Warriors. Beat the Turds !
Dexter Fong: Charles: YOu mean the late 60s early 70s before HourHour etc?
||||||||| At 10:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Tuanticles!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Charles Throat: Yes Dexter
DJTween: This is supposedly from '67, and I got it through iTunes
CS: I think the stuff I got from Packer and others is all online
||||||||| 10:39 PM: beefheart jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTween: Hi captain
Charles Throat: Care to throw me a hint pretty please?
Principalpoop: hey cap
Lil: What to search for on iTunes, title please?
Charles Throat: He has his trout mask replica on
DJTween: for the series? or this?
Charles Throat: Where, CS?
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| max - dead from measles
||||||||| CHEEZUS RETARDO - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: Both
DJTween: Radio Free Oz and Firesign Theatre both have podcast series available through the iTunes Store
CS: No this isn't from anything I have
Lil: Doesn't Oz have its own website
CS: Is this from thatk Tween?
DJTween: This from the free iTunes podcast series
willard: dead from the rickets
Dexter Fong: is dis or dot?
Principalpoop: read from the dickets
Charles Throat: Really only interested in the ancient stuff because I'm rather ancient myself
Rufus_T_Firetween: Title: RFO - 3/13/2012: "Potpourri"
Lil: What podcast series called, Radio Free O?
Dexter Fong: Dead from watching to much cricket
Rufus_T_Firetween: Know the feeling CT ;)
Lil: *Oz
Principalpoop: jimminy
Lil: Thanks Tween
Dexter Fong: Listen to your sub-conscious
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes, two podcast series there - Radio free Oz and Firesign Theatre
Charles Throat: Also would love to find the Magic Mushroom shows that AREN'T on Duke of Madness Motors... I guess they're lost though
Lil: Love the ancient stuff, especially KPFK and BAI
Lil: Missed most of those years
Principalpoop: i think they had copyright issues, most still exist, my understanding anyway
Charles Throat: Me too lil
Lil: First heard Electrician on BAI
willard: Firesign Forever!
EWeston: Well gots to go see if I can introduce the concept of coming back home to Xena. See you all next week.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nothing labeled Mushroom in the podcasts
Dexter Fong: Night EW
willard: mutant blue
Principalpoop: knickers
Lil: Love Dear Friends double from the radio show
||||||||| EWeston leaves to catch the 10:44 PM train to Funfun Town.
DJTween: me too Lil
DJTween: Have the vinyl
Charles Throat: Later folks I've blabbered enough :)
||||||||| Charles Throat departs at 10:44 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
DJTween: Later CT
Dexter Fong: Night Charles
Lil: Me too Tween
Principalpoop: not even close, but ok
Lil: Have most of the vinyls
Lil: Even TV or Not TV
||||||||| 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 Tedr gets out at 10:46 PM.
Lil: There was a promo copy of that in the record store
Lil: Hey Happy how's it swingin'
CS: by charles
||||||||| 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 Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow '
Dexter Fong: How appropriate
DrWho42: Laptop overheated. Back now
Principalpoop: wb
DrWho42: Thanks poop
CS: this is the original provo take over
Dexter Fong: I thought it was all the drugs that made that period so confusing but after hearing that, I'm less sure
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - -Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
DJTween: yeah, Dex
DJTween: lots of stuff going on
Principalpoop: thank you tween, cool
DJTween: Thanks for listening all :)
DrWho42: Happy trails my friends
willard: yes.yes.yes.yes.yes.
Dexter Fong: Thanks as always Tweeny
Principalpoop: i will start the bus, everybody have a super week, ciaooo
||||||||| At 10:54 PM, Principalpoop rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: Night poop
Merlyn: hey all
Merlyn: bye
||||||||| Merlyn departs at 10:54 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
CS: always a good show, tween
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Space Captain - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and thanks for the space
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:55 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
willard: dead from the ringer
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rufus_T_Firetween?! It's 10:55 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nixon in through the front door at 10:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: DJ's gone but Rufus is still here
Dexter Fong: oops guess not
Dexter Fong: Helllo Mr. President
CS: nick's som?
CS: junoiur danger?
Dexter Fong: Cat: So what happened with the elections?
CS: i dont know dex.
Dexter Fong: The Conservatives prevailed?
CS: the bad people won.
||||||||| Nixon sneaks in around 10:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: (sigh)
CS: they're actually called Liberals here but its the main Money parrty
Nixon: cheers
Dexter Fong: That's confusing
CS: in power for ove a decade, constant lies and unpopular taxes
Dexter Fong: Hi Nix
CS: all polls had them losing big time. the opposite happened. a mystery
||||||||| Catherwood leads Regnad Kcin inside, makes a note of the time (10:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Possible voter fraud?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: iH Kcin
Regnad Kcin: xed hi
CS: or just totally incompetent campaiging in expectarion of easy win
Lil: Sheesh Catherwood you just pooped my party
||||||||| Catherwood poopeds Lil's party.
Dexter Fong: Put's me in mind of England when after a long period of reasonable prosperity they voted in Thatcher and thing went to shit and they kept voting for her
CS: indeed, dex
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, clean up Lil's party
||||||||| Catherwood cleans up lil's party.
Lil: Ba da BOOM and I'm off
CS: its very discouraging
Dexter Fong: Come again Lil
Dexter Fong: I hear you Cat
Lil: Thanks I will
CS: we're here every week, lil
Lil: Night all
Lil: Yep it's been a while
Lil: The reminders on FB help
Dexter Fong: since what?
||||||||| Uh_Clem steps in at 11:04 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Lil: Since I was here
Nixon: this is a lot like "Waiting for Gadot" but less staging
Lil: Been here as AKA Nancy
Dexter Fong: Did you use another name priorly?
Dexter Fong: Ahhh
Lil: Long time now though
CS: yes I was cease for a long time
Lil: Off to feed the pooch, see y'all
Dexter Fong: Nix: G*o*dot was here but he had to leave
||||||||| 11:05 PM -- Nixon left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Night Lil
Lil: Night Dex
CS: By Lil
Lil: John-Boy, et al
||||||||| "Hey Regnad Kcin!" ... Regnad Kcin turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:06 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Boy George
Lil: Boyz 2 Men etc
Dexter Fong: Okay then, night cat and whoever is really still here
CS: I'm here
Dexter Fong: that's why I mentioned you by name =))
Lil: One never knows does one
CS: But I can vanish into the electrons
Dexter Fong: provos have stolen my farewell speech
Lil: Lil picks up her party and teeters off
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, show Lil the exit
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and queries "Someone mention my name?"
Dexter Fong: Piss off Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pisses off.
CS: we flee
Dexter Fong: Night Cat, next week
||||||||| Around 11:09 PM, CS walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| beefheart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| pNose II - dead from The Plague
||||||||| willard - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Tedr - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Uh_Clem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ah, Clem in through the front door at 11:34 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Ah, Clem: are those my cues?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Skiboynw into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:43 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Betty Joe Bioloski enters at 11:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah, Clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Skiboynw - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Betty Joe Bioloski - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| theGuru steals in around 12:14 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
theGuru: hi hi hi!
theGuru: it is 9:00pm where I am. is there recorded archives?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:23 AM, then departs.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Friends, a special "hello" to you; I am sure your still listening. Flotsam and I consumed some GMOs last month and we are still recovering!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): My mistake: "I am sure you're still listening." (!) All of those years at Eton, Oxford, and Bambridge -- only to make a simple schoolboy's mistake.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Friends, off to bed which is already in progress.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from measles
||||||||| theGuru - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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 drjawn plummets into the garden at 2:10 AM.
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| drjawn - dead from the yaws
||||||||| 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:
bongolong

Charles Throat
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
Happy Harry Cox
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
JohnCowden
Lil
Merlyn
mrme
Mr. Squeezy
Nixon
Orpheus
Principalpoop
REBOZO
Regnad Kcin
rollo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Space Captain
theGuru
TheMayorOfEarth
Ah, Clem
Tuanticles
willard
URL References:
http://dmdb.org/discographies/firesign.disco.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conopodium_majus
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Tale_of_the_Giant_Rat_of_Sumatra
http://www.cbc.ca/player/Shows/ID/2363183150/
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

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klokwkdog
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And, "The Home Team"