A Firesign Chat
06/20/2013




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 June 20, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween steals in around 8:22 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 8:24 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from New York."
DJTween: Hi Lil
DJTween: Catherwood please give Lil the prize for first Bozo in the Door
||||||||| Catherwood brings lil the prize for first bozo in the door.
||||||||| "8:55 PM? 8:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Lil: Honk Honk everyone
DJTween: Hey Dexter
||||||||| 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)'
Lil: What's roasting on the Fire tonight?
DJTween: P&B's Give Us A Break
DJTween: and Danger's Case Of The Missing Shoe
Lil: Great
DJTween: plus some Dear Friends from 1970
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, my radio just died....any thoughts
Lil: Love the Dear Friends
DJTween: Run out any buy another one immediately
Lil: Plant your radio maybe it'll bloom
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn plummets into the garden at 8:58 PM.
DJTween: The stream is good
Dexter Fong: Oh sure...blame the listener =))
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Merlyn: No announcement Tween?
DJTween: I sent them
Lil: I got one
||||||||| Outside, the 8:59 PM crosstown bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving CS coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: we usually have about 20+ people
||||||||| 8:59 PM: squeeze_the_wheeze jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: per usual
DJTween: Hey cease
CS: HI all.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 20, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Lil: Really what room were you in Cease
Merlyn: OK, maybe everyone's in Hellmouth
CS: Back to usual numbers here I see
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'alestane', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTween: Watching the riots in Brazil
DJTween: Hi Ale
Lil: This cut made it onto the public radio CD
DJTween: That's where tthis track is from
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:01 PM, dragging EWeston by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
DJTween: All Things Firesign
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi EW
DJTween: Hi P&A
CS: All Firesign Considered
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM crosstown bus from Montana pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Lil: Right, mostly holiday type cuts
shoes for the dead: Howdy all
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
Lil: Howdy Shoes
EWeston: Chack that yahoo for whiplash
Lil: Did you actually say "We'll be playing some Firesign Theatre tonight" DJ
Lil: LOL
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's sport, just back from Kansas City."
EWeston: Hey tweeny, all, and all the voices in my head
DJTween: in case anyone was wondering ;)
CS: Kansas City, that's where Proctor is
Lil: Hahahaha DJ
DJTween: So I saw from FB
DJTween: Hi sport
Lil: Add water and it's wet....
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Proctor & Bergman’s GIVE US A BREAK - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - album is out of print, but the LP can be purchased used on eBay - http://tinyurl.com/oksc5lz'
Lil: The dog decided to make an appearance
Lil: She just snorted
shoes for the dead: blow bubbles and it's a fine champagne
Lil: YES YES
Lil: Add ketchup and...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Give Us A Break at AllMusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/give-us-a-break-mw0000951569
shoes for the dead: i was thinking of toto slushhead yesterday
EWeston: It isn't Toto Slushead?
CS: Haven't heard this in a while. Hilarious
shoes for the dead: it's a fine red
DJTween: I actually hadn't heard it until today
Lil: You forgot the rosay
Dexter Fong: put it in the freezer overnight and it's a fine German Ice Wine
Lil: YES!!!!
Dexter Fong: anke!!
EWeston: Chip out the ice and it makes a fine brain fogger.
Dexter Fong: Danke!!!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** This album is available for free from the iTunes Store Podcasts
Lil: Pharoah here?
Lil: Good to know Rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks to DocTech for the good quality copy
CS: First Turkey, now Brasil
Lil: Yep nice copy
DJTween: a really fun parody of stand-up comics
EWeston: Borsch Belt Firesign?
DJTween: yeah :)
alestane: Quick question... I have a bit of sketch I taped off a radio show that is unmistakeably the Firesign Theater, but I don't know which album. It includes snippets about "Captane Equinox", "Whistling Yeast" and "Do pigs live in trees." Can anyone tell me the source?
CS: that would be their single, ale
shoes for the dead: cptn eq is from a jack poet ad i think
Dexter Fong: Ale: seems likely to be the "Dear Friends" album, a collection of cuts from the weekly dear friends radio show
CS: it was on their greatest hits album
alestane: Good to know, thanks.
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado walks away to The Sitting Room.
EWeston: Don't forget to tip your clone
DJTween: The ZBS Network, I like it
DJTween: We could use one
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:18 PM.
shoes for the dead: raton, tween
Pico & Alvarado: has anyone seen nancy?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Vully', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: you mean audrey farber?
EWeston: Not since 64
shoes for the dead: susan underhill?
Pico & Alvarado: we arrived at the appointed hour of 918
Dexter Fong: Good timing
Lil: A full minute early
EWeston: You mean Betty Joe Beolosky
DJTween: This really should be in the current Firesign catalog, don't you think, guys?
Lil: Did someone ask for a bialy?
Lil: Indeed it should DJ
shoes for the dead: ya, on a cd with what tis country needs
CS: I agree, Tween
Pico & Alvarado: do your car catch on fire?
DJTween: Good idea, Shoes
Pico & Alvarado: we got to fix it
shoes for the dead: i get one once a week
EWeston: Or explods for no known reason
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Monsieur Pathos into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:24 PM, then departs.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:24 PM and late as usual, it's Sergeant Bradshaw, just back from Elmertown."
Pico & Alvarado: doggies
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| sport - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: Quick, throw the dead cat
EWeston: Off suspressing consumers Al?
Sergeant Bradshaw: Hello, consumers.
Lil: This chatroom can't spell
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Give Us A Break at AllMusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/give-us-a-break-mw0000951569
Pico & Alvarado: dead from rickets
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** This album is available for free from the iTunes Store Podcasts
EWeston: There's the love.
Lil: Thanks for the link Rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween: yw
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
Pico & Alvarado: your last stinking cigarrette
shoes for the dead: nukes in the news!!!
Monsieur Pathos: Any of yous got any Clay & the Americans?
EWeston: A new one to me MP
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:28 PM and late as usual, it's kestrel, just back from Detroit."
Lil: Wow I haven't been to the Funway in a long time
Monsieur Pathos: Let's get this pottery started.
Pico & Alvarado: right down there by the hotpile
kestrel: you crack me up
EWeston: I'll go blow up a klin
Dexter Fong: I'll roast an oast
shoes for the dead: and get our eyes glazed
Pico & Alvarado: more sugar
EWeston: You get the nice iridescence with a raku fired eye
||||||||| Outside, the 9:31 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving bix313 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi bix
bix313: hack hack...
Lil: hi Bix
Pico & Alvarado: it was you hiding in the rats eye
EWeston: Have a nice Oil Beer
bix313: The Giant Rat?
Dexter Fong: Little Willard
Lil: My cough disappeared
shoes for the dead: and some anchovy eyes
Pico & Alvarado: philadelphia mint
kestrel: In beautiful downtown Sumatra ?
EWeston: Mysteriously?
DJTween: Catherwood, please hand everyone a Bear Whiz Beer
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a bear whiz beer.
Lil: Skoll and bottoms up
Pico & Alvarado: thanks it's in the water
Pico & Alvarado: chicken in a casket
EWeston: Haven't seen that color of yellow in a fluid since Butte Mont.
Lil: More sugar please
shoes for the dead: i was born in Butte
Merlyn: OK, maybe everyone's in Hellmouth
shoes for the dead: i'm a buttant
EWeston: Spent a summer there, drank a lot of kolaid. Originaly from Libby
Pico & Alvarado: i was out rehumping my camel
shoes for the dead: in Missoula
EWeston: You can get really good milage on a rehumped camel.
Lil: Great selection DJ
kestrel: Danger, Danger
Lil: Aw shucks and I thought he came to New York
Pico & Alvarado: Nicky Nicky
EWeston: Missoula is a good place, I really miss the geology of Montana. Precambrian bedrock all over that part of Montana
Pico & Alvarado: Nick
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Case Of The Missing Shoe at AllMusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/nick-danger-the-case-of-the-missing-shoe-mw0000312220
Sergeant Bradshaw: what?!
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Vully - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: I'll have a pizza to go with no anchovies
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Nick Danger in THE CASE OF THE MISSING SHOE - 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'
Lil: Catherwood you saved me again
||||||||| Catherwood saveds Lil again.
Pico & Alvarado: poons farm sausage center
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Box Of Danger: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod
Lil: Who is saveds LOL
kestrel: or is it Betty Jo ?
Pico & Alvarado: have you seen nancy?
EWeston: Maybe yes, maybe no
CS: It isn't the complete casebook, but it's pretty good.
shoes for the dead: Susan Underhill?
CS: Down Under Danger isn't in it and then there's the flick.
Lil: Missing Yolk
Pico & Alvarado: this heel had no soul
Lil: I got a lousy copy of that on EBay
kestrel: sure are a lot of commercials !
Pico & Alvarado: whole mole
Lil: You said it kestrel
EWeston: Poly unsaturated moleskin?
kestrel: hold it right there
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Pico & Alvarado: fishfoot
EWeston: Now hold it up to the light
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
DJTween: Hey E
EWeston: HEy E
CS: Hi El
shoes for the dead: Howdy!
Pico & Alvarado: hi ela
Elayne: Wasn't sure I'd be here tonight. Was running a low-grade fever all afternoon at work. The 90-minute bus ride home was hell.
Elayne: Got into bed as soon as I got home, and that and the ibuprofen seemed to do the trick.
EWeston: Get some Canadian writers
DJTween: Damn, E :/
DJTween: Hope you're better quickly
CS: Feel better soon, El.
Elayne: I seem to be recovering, Tween.
||||||||| cpfirezine bounds in at 9:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Pico & Alvarado: wish we could do the trick
shoes for the dead: Darn sock
CS: cp= chris paladino?
Lil: Does anyone know Freditor, I seem to have lost track of him
EWeston: Flursh some Floushins
Pico & Alvarado: i was staring at the back of my eyes
CS: I see Fred all the time on Facebook
Dexter Fong: Thaat's fairly close EW
Pico & Alvarado: skink
||||||||| At 9:48 PM, cpfirezine hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| cpfirezine tiptoes in around 9:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: Florce some Flusheims
EWeston: That takes nerve and a steady tougne to say that
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:49 PM and residualecho steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
cpfirezine: Yes!
Dexter Fong: Easy for you to type =))
cpfirezine: What's all this bru hahah?
Pico & Alvarado: graduated from yale lock and harvard shoe
cpfirezine: Been so long I forgot how to get in
residualecho: Recovering from being hit over the head with a bottle of champagne sure works up an appetite.
CS: I'll have a brew and a haha
cpfirezine: The ffreditor is alive and --- well
EWeston: Have some more cotton candy
Dexter Fong: nuff said =))
cpfirezine: His computor bit the dust
Lil: So glad to hear that
DJTween: a Get Smart reference
Pico & Alvarado: call me joe
DJTween: (phone in your shoe)
Lil: Been missing you
residualecho: I have so much reading to do. I'm running out of shelf space for all the new FST in print.
Elayne: Chris, say hi to Freditor for me.
cpfirezine: Me?
shoes for the dead: penny loafer pun??
cpfirezine: Will do, Elayne
Lil: No just speaking to the room in general
Elayne: And I've missed you too. :)
Lil: Truly, send a hug to Freditor
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's pNose II, just back from Massachusetts."
Pico & Alvarado: wemiss you to lil
cpfirezine: Just here for a short visit. Has everyone been getting the new book in the mail and what does everyone think of it?
Lil: LOL P&A
CS: Not yet, CP
Lil: The Book, the Book how do I get the book
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - DEAR FRIENDS 11/29/1970 - 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'
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bix313 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
kestrel: it's been raining since the top of the page..........
cpfirezine: firesigntheatre.com - you can order it from there. The two Straight Arrow books in hardback.
Pico & Alvarado: dearest friends
Lil: Only one dead this time, you're losing your touch Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:55 PM"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Lil: Nice, tysm
DJTween: yw :)
cpfirezine: Well - what does everyone think of the new hardback?
residualecho: I miss the original covers, but I can refer to them as bookends. Love the new cover.
Lil: Where is my birthday brownie?
EWeston: In the reffer, next to the mescalin
Pico & Alvarado: five minutes and then its back to the grave till next thursday night
kestrel: well, it's back to the Freeway, which is already in progress for me.... TTYL !
Lil: CYA Kestrel
Elayne: Bye Kestrel!
shoes for the dead: By Kes
EWeston: Set your sideral clock
Pico & Alvarado: if you step on one of the crack people theyll break your mothers back
Lil: Thanks EW---it has holes in it
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
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
Lil: I need to know the time in New Zealand
EWeston: A chedder brownie, or boring reffer visiters?
DJTween: Catherwood, what is the time in New Zealand?
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 10:01 PM"
CS: Bergman had a good time in NZ, talks about it on Fools in Space
Pico & Alvarado: tiny was behind me banging on my shoulder
DJTween: New Zealand must be exactly 24 hours difference
||||||||| 10:02 PM -- cpfirezine left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
shoes for the dead: i think it's 6 hrs from Mst
CS: By Chris
Pico & Alvarado: goodnight all and to all a good night
CS: By P&A
EWeston: Byie see you again.
shoes for the dead: so it's 2 PM tommorow there
Elayne: Gosh, it was good to "see" Chris again!
Lil: No it's more or less than 24 hours
CS: Yes it's been awhile
Lil: The next day minus some hours
Lil: Why are you trying to figure out New Zealand time?
EWeston: Call up a weather report for NZ. The time should be somewhere on the report
Lil: LOL I was speaking rhetorically
CS: I see Chris constantly. He's in a photo with Fred, the guys minus Austin, Tiny Dr. Tim, Merl, Alan Gross, Doc Tech, Sam Longoria and me from the 99 Seattle show
CS: Photo is on wall behind this computer
Lil: Nice, CS
shoes for the dead: Radio New Zealand Intl has a good stream
Lil: I have a photo of the four at the New York show
||||||||| "10:08 PM? 10:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeezethewheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeezethewheeze enters and sits at the bar.
Lil: Personalized to me natch
Lil: I love "Wait Until Dark"
DJTween: kewl, Lil
DJTween: Hey Squeeze
Lil: A-choo!!!
CS: Is this about Audrey Hepburn?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kestrel - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Sergeant Bradshaw - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: I missed that part because I can't type and listen at the same time
Lil: I may actually get out of here alive tonight
Elayne: I'm going to cutout and get some sleep. Next week, all!
||||||||| Elayne rushes off, saying "10:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
CS: By El
Lil: That's three reapers I squeezed by
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:12 PM and late as usual, it's Smegma, just back from Hellmouth."
DJTween: Hi Smeggie
Dexter Fong: Just Folks!!
CS: I'm off too. See y'all here next week.
||||||||| "10:18 PM? 10:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Uh Clem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Uh Clem enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| CS is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:18 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Uh Clem: Well I guess I'll just stand over here by the yellow line and talk to myself
Dexter Fong: What???
||||||||| At 10:19 PM, Uh Clem dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DJTween: Hey clem
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'marty', just granted probation at 10:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Marty
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:20 PM.
||||||||| Artie Choke steps in at 10:22 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hey Artie
Artie Choke: I'll just be sitting here in the waiting room
Artie Choke: Howdy all and remember; I'm just a joke
Artie Choke: Darn. Did I miss 'Give Me A Break'? The commercials are brilliant!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah, that was first up :/
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Smegma - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| pNose II - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rufus_T_Firetween: People, you gotts to get here by 9pm EST...
Rufus_T_Firetween: this is a radio show from 1970
Artie Choke: That's when I get out of work.
Rufus_T_Firetween: If you have acces to iTunes, they've put the album in the FST Podcasts
Rufus_T_Firetween: in the iTunes Store (for free)
Lil: I read it in the toilet
DJTween: "Give us a minute, and we'll wipe the world for you..."
Artie Choke: Johnny Carson ate Bigfoot's baby to stay thin? is that right. Maybe I should call Dr. Memory
||||||||| Jack Coutoe enters at 10:35 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hello, Jack
Jack Coutoe: Anyone else from Whale Oil Platform?
DJTween has been sucked dry
Dexter Fong: I'm here from Squid Ink, Inc.
||||||||| "10:38 PM? 10:38 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: hey there, i am not late, i was here tuesday by mistake
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeezethewheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| marty - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: flat out
DJTween: Where ya been, P?
Dexter Fong: Flat lining the flat earth with Flatts and scrubs
Principalpoop: i've been here and there, and inbetween
Dexter Fong: Just like Johnny Cash
||||||||| 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 hjk disembarks at 10:41 PM.
DJTween: Where's Inbe?
Principalpoop: i talk to the wind, but the wind does not hear, but words are just carried away
Principalpoop: my words even
||||||||| 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/'
Principalpoop: sister of inga, brother of inca
Principalpoop: inca dinka doo
Principalpoop: what is reality? 45 seconds to go
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
Principalpoop: already, thanks you texas tween
Lil: Nice choices DJ
Principalpoop: yeah yeah, sorry
Dexter Fong: Not necessarily an education, but an experience
DJTween: my pleasure :)
DJTween: Yes Dex heheh
Artie Choke: Happy Trails to you. Papoon for President.
||||||||| "Hey Artie Choke!" ... Artie Choke turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Lil: She had a different face
Lil: Faith
Principalpoop: whos face did she have?
Lil: And I will now be happening off
Dexter Fong: She had the face of an angel and the heart of a .....
Lil: Hey Poop whereya been
DJTween: THanks for listening everyone. Be sure to tell your friends about our little chat :)
Principalpoop: and a tiger in those tight fitting jeans
Lil: Yep always share your announcer
Lil: announcement
Principalpoop: i told tween, 21st century sczoidman
Dexter Fong: Go ahead, Lil
Lil: Night night all
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:46 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| At 10:46 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: ciao bebe
Dexter Fong: Night to you dear Friends
Lil: Says you
Lil: Be well Poop
Principalpoop: night all, just in time to catch the bus, gosh
Lil: Or poop well Ber
Principalpoop: thanks, you all too
Principalpoop: i try to poop well
Lil: Be that is
Principalpoop: it is
Lil: My fingers are tiring better put them to bed
Lil: Poop for you good
Lil: Reverse that
Principalpoop: let your fingers do the sleeping
Lil: ACK god night
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| Hawkmoth sneaks in around 10:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 10:48 PM.
Hawkmoth: Dang I missed it.
Merlyn: cya next time
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| hjk - dead from jaundice
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Jack Coutoe - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| alestane - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
residualecho: Wait, I was gonna make espresso...
||||||||| "Hey residualecho!" ... residualecho turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:38 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) inside, makes a note of the time (11:45 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): A hello to all of you! I'm sure you are listening! Flotsam and I decided to come out of our Irish landlady's closet and get married!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And while we're at it, Flotsam and I are most interested in meeting Nick Danger. Anachronistic, you say? Not in the least! A strange story that must be told follows.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Some time ago in the nineteenth century, I had occasion to stumble upon the Count of Saint Germain. He was lying in a gutter in the district south of the Latin Quarter the name of which escapes me
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): . (The name of the Latin Quarter does NOT escape me--why it's the "Latin Quarter!" Be that as it might be, I stumbled upon the Count and he was not at all pleased. My boots imprint on his immortal face remains to this day, we are told.
||||||||| 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..
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): After the Count came to, he presented Flotsam with a large vial said to contain water from the Fountain of Youth! Flotsam and I drank liberally and now here we are in the 21st century!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): This summer, Flotsam and I will be visiting LA! We hope Nick is still practicing.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bogota in through the front door at 12:04 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Friends, retire we must. Flotsam and I are presently in Chicago staying with our good friend, Violet.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) departs at 12:06 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bogota - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:42 AM and uhClem waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
uhClem: And Arthur Catherwood the young,sandy haired rubber band salesman begins his grape dance.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to uhClem and queries "Did you need me?"
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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:
alestane
Artie Choke
bix313
cpfirezine
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
Hawkmoth
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Jack Coutoe
kestrel
Lil
Merlyn
Monsieur Pathos
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sergeant Bradshaw
shoes for the dead
Uh Clem
uhClem
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://tinyurl.com/oksc5lz
http://www.allmusic.com/album/give-us-a-break-mw0000951569
http://www.allmusic.com/album/nick-danger-the-case-of-the-missing-shoe-mw0000312220
www.dishnuts.net



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