A Firesign Chat
08/22/2013




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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 August 22, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:45 AM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 9 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 9:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:14 PM, dragging DJTween by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:24 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning around 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) '
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:44 PM and tedroy waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| 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)'
DJTween: Hi tedroy
tedroy: Hey kids!
tedroy: Lets get small!
DJTween: A Steve Martin fan, are you?
DJTween: me too :)
tedroy: Can I tell a quick story?
DJTween: please do
||||||||| Catherwood ushers late in through the front door at 8:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: You're early!
late: howdy - y, getting better at monitoring fb on thu nights
late: mmmm hendrix
DJTween: Tonight's fare - Pink Hotel Burns Down
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:52 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
DJTween: Hi Beet
||||||||| Catherwood leads TenesseeJim in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: Tweeny rocking out
DJTween: Hi Jim
tedroy: Getting "small" was a thing we would do at my all neer-do-well boarding school. Down a bottle of robitussin and stumble back to campus. For the next few hours we were all 3 ft tall. I do not recommend this libation.
late: ringball and your daily life + trolls stealing my car = solid
DJTween: My first experience in a recording studio included practice mixing 16-tk Hendrix tapes to 2-tk stereo
DJTween: Sounds ugly, tedroy
tedroy: It was.
tedroy: I'm a newb here , so I'm gonna sit back and absorb...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'HubbleQ', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Hello Hubble
EWeston: Ah the kinds day that makes you want to nail the curser to the monitor. Hi Tweeny and other animals
DJTween: lol
Beet: Sounds like you had you Wheaties tonight, Tween
Beet: Het EW
DJTween: Just iced tea (so far ;)
Beet: Translate Het to Hey
EWeston: Hey Beet
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:58 PM and Principalpoop bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's Dexter Fong, just back from Elmertown."
DJTween: catherwood, please give everyone some Wheaties
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone some wheaties.
DJTween: Hey P, Dex
Beet: Poop!
EWeston: Hey ! We're pooped again dear friends
Principalpoop: hey all
Beet: Dex!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 22, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'CS', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and pueblo steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Lil into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hey CS
Dexter Fong: And from Ghostheart Goatcart Trail of Tears Speedway...Gentlemen, start your injuns
Lil: Hola chat amigos
Principalpoop: bueno nachos
CS: Hi all
EWeston: Everybodies happening all at once Mr Time???
Lil: Hey Pooper
pueblo: oh, my nose
Dexter Fong: Hiya Beet Cat Tweeny EW Hub late Lilpoop pueblo tedroy and TJ (phew)
Beet: Greetings Lil CS pueblo
EWeston: My injuns smokin
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi squeeze
Beet: Jumpin on the train
Dexter Fong: EW: Check your heart valves
Principalpoop: fong calling roll, is there a pop quiz today?
pueblo: the B and the B being the same, all things considered
tedroy: Williams Hairpiece....
EWeston: They were recalled years ago
Beet: #2 pencils at the ready
Dexter Fong: Poop: Yeah there is: Who's your daddy?
squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy all
pueblo: Heya Dex Poop Beet
HubbleQ: I'm not Joe
Principalpoop: you are, give me a hard one pappy
EWeston: But I'm ED
Beet: He's not Jim
tedroy: Bill's toupe
Dexter Fong: Poop: And the asnwer to who's your daddy is .....Bobby Knight
EWeston: I remember from Gym class
Lil: And I'm Seriously Confused
Principalpoop: the home fires burning, she burned all his clothes for cheating on her
pueblo: I'm peeing in the stream
Beet: Jim High School
pueblo: and that's important. I think ?
tedroy: Bear wiz Beer
||||||||| "9:04 PM? 9:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "shoes for the dead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shoes for the dead enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: pink hotel burns down
shoes for the dead: howdy
late: more than you could possibly know...
EWeston: Hi Shoes
Principalpoop: hysterical value
pueblo: stream of Bozos and a bus
CS: I remember in the mid 90s Michael Packer played this for me on the phone, saying no one was supposed to hear it.
CS: Not long there after, it was released as a cassette which I quickly bought. Now it's a CD I assume
Principalpoop: what color was her beret?
EWeston: Mine's a cassette as well.
Lil: I could never find this one
EWeston: Pooperberry
Principalpoop: ahh the 80s, raygun years yech
EWeston: More retch, less sugar
late: exorcism/ringball!
shoes for the dead: this one is gnu to me
Principalpoop: what a bummer
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” - 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 may be purchased at >> sorry, but it’s out of print and I couldn’t find it used online. There may be copies out there if you do a more thorough internet search.'
DJTween: I wish they would put this back in the current catalog
Dexter Fong: shows: There's a lot of really good stuff on this, especially a thing called "by the light...."
Dexter Fong: shoes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Lil: Me too, couldn't get it anywhere
shoes for the dead: dokie okie, Dex
CS: that was an early iteration of what would later become Giant Rat
shoes for the dead: irritation?
Principalpoop: show us your shoes
Dexter Fong: don't scratch it
Principalpoop: is there any swelling?
Dexter Fong: only when i scrach it
shoes for the dead: put a blanket over it
Dexter Fong: I'd prefer a duvet
EWeston: And take a cold shower
late: cornsmut?
DJTween: sorry for the abrupt volume change, it seemed a bit low so I tweaked it
Principalpoop: robert duvet in acropolyps now and to kill a mocking bird?
EWeston: Whatta bout de cornsmut?
Dexter Fong: what?
Principalpoop: huh?
DJTween: heheh
Dexter Fong: rough as a cob
Principalpoop: put a lime in the coconut and drink it all together
Beet: didn't people used to hallucinate on cornsmut or is that something else?
Dexter Fong: ergot
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Producing essential meethane gasp
shoes for the dead: it surw is
Beet: Yes
DJTween: hi Pico
Principalpoop: the streets of of the city of angels
CS: yes, there's a firesign line about that. "a whole town high on rye"
Dexter Fong: hi alvarado
Beet: Hey Pico
Pico & Alvarado: hey tween, how are ya?
Pico & Alvarado: Beet!
shoes for the dead: hey PA
late: park & lock it?
Principalpoop: ahh rye mold, try the pumpernickle
Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong, always glad to see you
DJTween: There was some speculation that rye mold may have caused the hallucinations which drove people to a frenzy in Salem
Dexter Fong: Danks
EWeston: Or the sugar cubes
Pico & Alvarado: and shoes...shoes for industry!
Beet: As I recall Pico and Alvarado is an intersection in L.A.
shoes for the dead: pumpernickle means goblin farts
DJTween: That too, EW ;)
Pico & Alvarado: late. i'm late...
late: ****ing ringball!
Pico & Alvarado: the great EWeston...
DJTween: a distant ancestor of Tim Leary
CS: indeed, beet
CS: park and lock it
Beet: not responsible
Principalpoop: my elementary school class played smear the queer in the 1960s, how things have changed
late: not resp...
EWeston: Back when real LSD was real LSD
shoes for the dead: real dosages
Principalpoop: 25? or 6 to 4?
Beet: Ah Blotter Acid Mah Favorite
Principalpoop: 10 2 and 4
tedroy: Poop: Me too
Pico & Alvarado: east side west side
EWeston: Sunshine
Pico & Alvarado: loose blood?
DJTween: ** anybody up for Skyping in during the intermission?
shoes for the dead: all around the town
Principalpoop: me and nelly orourke
EWeston: Coller your copulsels
late: dead cat soap?
DJTween: I love this soap opera parody
Principalpoop: peggy
Dexter Fong: late: Yeah...have you tried it?
Pico & Alvarado: chew paper
tedroy: Please pass the dead cat...
Beet: This is a very convoluted soap opera
Pico & Alvarado: dead cat head...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
late: no airports in this one?
Principalpoop: no more so than the real deal
EWeston: Where's Drr, fork with the annecdote
DJTween: a bit bizarre, yes Beet
Pico & Alvarado: over the edge even
Dexter Fong: This is prolly my *favorite* Over the Edge show
Dexter Fong: (Imagine stage antics)
EWeston: Yow
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Stlouielou close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
shoes for the dead: follow the sound of my voice
late: this is pretty hot
EWeston: It's coming from this hole in my wall??
Dexter Fong: (holdups and stampedes and Yesm Mams)
Pico & Alvarado: coughing
Stlouielou: Present
tedroy: A Filner office meeting?
shoes for the dead: grave humor
Beet: Louie!
DJTween: Hi Louie
||||||||| mahi enters at 9:20 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Stlouielou: Hey gang!
DJTween: Hi mahi
Principalpoop: I hated helen
mahi: howdy doody
CS: half a fish
EWeston: Evening Lou, yes I hated Helen
Pico & Alvarado: i hate Helen
Dexter Fong: Who's Helen, Peggy?
EWeston: That maybe metaphysicly absurd
Pico & Alvarado: i don't know
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
tedroy: Honey, where's the dead Cat?
Dexter Fong: P&A: I was asking Peggy
Principalpoop: that is an ontology, whatever an ontology is
shoes for the dead: how can i know what you hear
||||||||| Outside, the 9:22 PM crosstown bus from California pulls away, leaving Durbert coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Durbert
EWeston: I can barely see what I type
DJTween: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log.
Durbert: Howdy
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DrWho42 inside, makes a note of the time (9:23 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
late: more money talk, but no airports
Pico & Alvarado: you mean Nancy?
DJTween: Hi Dr
Beet: Nice crowd tonight. Hi, Durbert
EWeston: Not your brother Nancy?
DrWho42: Hey everyone
Stlouielou: hey who
shoes for the dead: i was in Peggy
Beet: Hey, Who
late: oh man
Principalpoop: wrong page hehehe
Pico & Alvarado: 42 'adoo
EWeston: Mein gott Peggy!!
Pico & Alvarado: it's not Jim
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pueblo - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| HubbleQ - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: that was before the fire
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Dexter Fong: This one (Over the Edge) justs kills me
Stlouielou: snacking here...so hungry I could eat at Arby's
shoes for the dead: and he's not Fred
TenesseeJim: these guys are truly brilliant
Pico & Alvarado: dead from dying
CS: true, jim
EWeston: Aggreed Dex Its great fun
late: dead cats... this is so wrong
CS: are you in st. louis, lou?
Pico & Alvarado: there's Jim
Stlouielou: Yuppers
EWeston: Not since he was excommunicated and impeached concurrently
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne2, just back from Elmertown."
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey E
Elayne2: Oops, forgot to change back... BRB
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:26 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Elayne2 by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 9:27 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
EWeston: Elaynes in the house
Principalpoop: ok E
Stlouielou: WB E
Elayne: That's better. Evenin' alL!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Beet: Hi, E
CS: did you ever listen to Chuck Lavazzi's radio show One Step Beyond, Lou?
CS: HI El
Elayne: Won't be here next week, it'll be like 2 AM England time.
Stlouielou: never heard of it CS
Dexter Fong: Hi E
CS: you'll be in the UK, El?
Stlouielou: where is it found?
CS: it was on KDHX-FM
Elayne: Indeed, Cat. Celebrating my father-in-law's 90th birthday.
Stlouielou: 88.1...lol they play my band some
DJTween: Well E, then it's only appropriate that I am playing the live London gig from 2005 after this :)
CS: I have some tapes of the show where they interviewed the Firesigns a couple of times
Pico & Alvarado: no one's sure really
CS: good for him, El
shoes for the dead: that Was good!
Elayne: Heh, thanks Tween.
EWeston: Good place to celebrate E
Stlouielou: thanks CS I'll lokk for it
Beet: Wow, I have been watching the original Alcoa Presents One Step Beyond. I love that show
Principalpoop: jolly good E eh what
mahi: life goes on
Elayne: However did they get Austin across the pond?
Rufus_T_Firetween: They didn't
shoes for the dead: on tape
Rufus_T_Firetween: He wasn't able to make the show :/
CS: he didn't go , El
shoes for the dead: ?
Pico & Alvarado: dinuba turlock
Rufus_T_Firetween: Austin doesn't like to fly
Principalpoop: north of figuora
Dexter Fong: Tweeny: Neither do the dogs
Pico & Alvarado: the painfull threshold
DJTween: Well, sure can't leave the dog behind ;)
DJTween: How many do they have now? 7?
CS: The Austin's dont leave their dogs
Dexter Fong: excerpt to go walkies
DJTween: The dogs are their entourage?
CS: well said, Tween
Dexter Fong: are there in tourist?}
shoes for the dead: canine pose
shoes for the dead: posse
Dexter Fong: onsane clown
Dexter Fong: insane
Rufus_T_Firetween: puppy posse
EWeston: Try Howlin Doggie Air lines
Pico & Alvarado: howlin at the moon wolf
Dexter Fong: Fly us and get a new leash on life
Pico & Alvarado: ralph
Dexter Fong: Norton?
EWeston: That's a Scnouswer
Pico & Alvarado: blasting off...
shoes for the dead: flying greyhounds
Dexter Fong: How's Tooxie?
EWeston: Imploding in
mahi: that's a deal you can't pass up
Pico & Alvarado: weekend house arrest
EWeston: But you can pass on
||||||||| At 9:35 PM, Dexter Fong dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:35 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'jahgust', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Beet: pass it
Dexter Fong: It's not raining
Dexter Fong: Hi Jah
Pico & Alvarado: flash
jahgust: Hey all! Home tonight and in need of an injection of yuks and such like!
EWeston: Revolving door's in the Fritz again
mahi: i just passed it
CS: Hiya Joe
Stlouielou: smokewagon
shoes for the dead: pull up a sanitary pedestal. Jah
Pico & Alvarado: again
Beet: I'm shifting on mine
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
EWeston: Three foward speeds and teo sideways
jahgust: I pulled up on one the other day!
Principalpoop: ici paris
Dexter Fong: ici france
Dexter Fong: weci Catherwood's underpants
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and says "oh, fuck off Dexter Fong!"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:39 PM and AHCLEM waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi clem
EWeston: And its not a pretty sight
||||||||| Catherwood escorts pissfest into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:39 PM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Piss!
EWeston: He's no fun
shoes for the dead: may wee, EW
Beet: fell right over
jahgust: Catherwood seems pissy tonight!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to jahgust and queries "Did you want something?"
AHCLEM: Hello fellow travelers. Was read the rules for a change
pissfest: Is it Thursday already? I've got a headache that could split rails...
jahgust: See? PISSY!
Principalpoop: praxis me baby
AHCLEM: Tes READING would be correct
Stlouielou: GD french
DJTween: Sorry about the headache, PF
EWeston: I can't find a consenting Kuala bear!!
Principalpoop: power to the people, right on
shoes for the dead: what runle, clem?
mahi: love is all you need, groovy
Dexter Fong: fer sure
EWeston: totally
Beet: John Lennon told me so
DJTween: ** This is the skit (title track of the album) which was the precursor to the album Eat Or Be Eaten
mahi: wuzreal?
jahgust: I so wish they had finished Pink Hotel
Stlouielou: Sock it to me?
AHCLEM: OK the banner I was reading the banner.
EWeston: Damn a drunk snake
CS: i suspect their are many unfinished firesign projects
Dexter Fong: yep
AHCLEM: Will the stream repeat at any time?
Stlouielou: like this joint
Dexter Fong: StLou: You have a repeating joint?
shoes for the dead: pass it around, St
Beet: I would like to go through The Great File Cabinet of unfinished Firesign projects
Stlouielou: out fire hit repeat
Dexter Fong: pass it around, St
AHCLEM: In High School I was always repeating Joints
jahgust: Indeed CS!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** album Liner Notes - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Rufus_T_Firetween: This from August of 1981
pissfest: thanks, Boss!
Rufus_T_Firetween: There are descriptions of all these tracks at the above link
shoes for the dead: if ya think about it, CS, it's all one long piece
Dexter Fong: like the one after the 100 years war against the cows
shoes for the dead: that has'nt ended yet
CS: you mean this tape or eobe and pink hotel?
CS: or all their work?
shoes for the dead: work
AHCLEM: Who is Glen Coleman?
jahgust: Was this the last thing Ossman worked on with FST before leaving way back then?
Stlouielou: Neil Young says "It's all one song"
CS: it could be, jah
DJTween: You asking me, cease?
Lil: So great to hear this, thank ya Tween
Principalpoop: one girl, all named mary
DJTween: Ah, you were responding to Shoes
late: damned trolls
Beet: One of them said it has always been a continuing conversation among friends
DJTween: yw, Lil :)
CS: no, tween.
EWeston: Trollops can be fun
shoes for the dead: trolliepops?
Elayne: Be back in a few, need to take care of some things
||||||||| Elayne is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:50 PM.
pissfest: Huh. Side 1 1/2 of Not Insane? The center layer. Better,really
EWeston: Damned trollops are often life threatening
AHCLEM: Let me rephrase Glen Coleman reviewed the album, and I have never heard his name before Moderator?
Principalpoop: i think he made portable stoves
EWeston: But in a fun way
||||||||| Stan sashays in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rufus_T_Firetween: "Review from Benway's House of Firesign"
Beet: sounds like Lone Ranger music
Dexter Fong: This is *REALLY* good
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Stan
pissfest: Hm "Goon Show parody"? Rat always sounded gooney.
AHCLEM: My wife just turned off the TV and I can finally listen
Stlouielou: I concur....this is a sweet one
CS: Imagine how good it was in 1967 before there were any albums
mahi: catherwood, i'd like a bear whiz beer.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to mahi and mumbles "Did you want me?"
DJTween: ** and this is,obviously, the precursor to the Giant Rat Of Sumatra
Dexter Fong: Piss: No, but greatly inspired by them
Principalpoop: tap with your precursor to click the something
shoes for the dead: Baaaaa
mahi: wuzreal?
pissfest: I was quoting the liner notes Rufus helped us to
AHCLEM: A live audience???
Principalpoop: calico gym socks
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** album Liner Notes - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
pissfest: "From their historic "Magic Mushroom" broadcasts in the winter of '67 "
Dexter Fong: Piss: ok, but.....I think my remark stands =))
Beet: I like the name "Homeless"
mahi: i know what you all must be thinking.
pissfest: Oh yes!
DJTween: Sureshot Homeless
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| tedroy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Yep goon show roots here
AHCLEM: Why without your clothes your naked another rat quote
DJTween: yep
shoes for the dead: i need to find this somehow
Dexter Fong: Piss: Most (maybe all) were hastily written plays that relied heavily on some Goon Show routines and general approach (actually, Spike Milligan)
CS: this was where Rat came from
Dexter Fong: How very incisive
pissfest: I believe you Dex!
AHCLEM: was this scripted or rehearsed at all?
Dexter Fong: And I believe in you too Piss
CS: scripted
jahgust: I have the casstte version of Pink Hotel! I love that they ran with the The Goon Show framework!
Dexter Fong: ah: THis was scripted but likely not often rehearsed...or performed, for that matter
CS: speaking of Syria, it was one of Bergman's favourite countries
jahgust: Ha Dex! Much like the old Goon shows apparently!
AHCLEM: An d As libbed generously I presume
CS: Just before he died, he asked his daughter to have him buried there. Thankfully she ignored him
Dexter Fong: Cat" Are you Assyriad?
jahgust: CS Is that true?
Rufus_T_Firetween: I doubt Syria is anyone favorite country these days
Rufus_T_Firetween: *anyone's
CS: of course, jah
Dexter Fong: AH: Probably at least to an extent...but in general these were totaly scripted
AHCLEM: not mine RUFE
jahgust: Hilarious!
Beet: Where was Peter laid to rest?
jahgust: Cremated Beet
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Under the floor of the vatican
Beet: Ah
AHCLEM: How do you spell that? T-H-A-T
CS: he was cremated in LA. don't know where the ashes are now, but thankfully not in Syria
shoes for the dead: pox lunch
jahgust: as apposed to Cream of Beet!
EWeston: FROMASss
CS: proc has a funny story about the cremation
Dexter Fong: Not Cream, *clean*..that's whats funny6
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
DJTween: ** so, no takers for a Skype call?
jahgust: Ha CS! That somehow does not surprise me! Were the boyz in attendance for the cremation?
CS: no.
Stlouielou: laughing my ass off over here
CS: proc, bergman's ex wife and his sister and her husband had come to la. she's a rabbi and was supposed to perform a ceremony but no one could find his body.
EWeston: We're hairless,
pissfest: Cause you stopped looking at it
CS: pete's wife said, "he's STILL fucking with us!"
pissfest: no, a hornpipe
shoes for the dead: mine fell off a halh hour ago, St
CS: proc retorted, he's now two places at once and nowhere at all
Dexter Fong: Cat: Couldn't find his body? That's like when Jim Morrison died.....far out, man
jahgust: Schrodingers Bergman!
CS: proc told that story at the big brouhaha last april. it's also in a planet proctor, i think
jahgust: Hope that comes out soon!
Dexter Fong: jah: Schrodinger? Isn't that a character from Peanuts who plays the piano...
CS: lol dex
jahgust: Oh thats a humdinger Dex!
pissfest: Und Heisenberg mit der sky blue blanket
Dexter Fong: I *didn't* know dingers could hum
CS: Judith told everyone not to record the big brouhaha because it would be released for sale, but alas, not yet
Stlouielou: I knew a dingus once that could
EWeston: Schrodingers piano, still playing uncertaintly
Dexter Fong: If no one recorded it, how could they....
jahgust: Nick Dinger could only whistle
CS: they had a crew professionally recording it
Dexter Fong: First it's major, then it's minor...now it'ds Aeolian
pissfest: but Schroedinger can wave
jahgust: If no one records it, how do we know it actually happened?
Dexter Fong: Like giant Sunomi
Stlouielou: Dm that saddest of all keys
Dexter Fong: and Dm the other sad ones too
jahgust: Can you Hum Lick My Love Pump?
EWeston: Laringitist
Dexter Fong: I will if you show me
Beet: What is a Humlick?.
shoes for the dead: cunning linguist
Dexter Fong: It's some kind of maneuver
pissfest: I don't know but they voted for him too
EWeston: Kama Sutra. Its in the back in the index's
Stlouielou: tippycanoe and humluck too
AHCLEM: This is a professional recording? It may be my laptop speaker deceiving me.
Stlouielou: didn't cath on
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mahi - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Durbert - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Stan - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: Spike Milligna ,(the famous typing error), would have had fun on this chat room!
Dexter Fong: If'n it weren't for humluck, I ain't be havin
Dexter Fong: ..ing no luck at all
Stlouielou: lol
Beet: They're dropping like flies
Dexter Fong: Like fly's in an Schrodinger Bottle, Beet?
EWeston: Soon they'll be dropping like anvils
shoes for the dead: except that flies fly
Stlouielou: that's what they get for having jobs
Dexter Fong: in a Roadrunner Cartoon
jahgust: I dropped a fly the other day...someone called the authorities...
AHCLEM: A lunar probe?
EWeston: Stuff them into the kline bottles
Dexter Fong: No thanks AH
pissfest: Dropping like whistles
DJTween: Stlouielou: that's what they get for having jobs << how dare they ;)
Dexter Fong: Those are GENERAL Kleins bottles
pissfest: Moe! Be us!
Stlouielou: that's why I don't look for one (I'm afraid they would give me one)
Beet: Retirement is Heaven
shoes for the dead: frying bacon...
EWeston: It's ok I made sure they were empty first
Stlouielou: they lied hard work killed LOTS of people
AHCLEM: I heard the words Lunar probe and this is from 1967. that seems odd.
Dexter Fong: After sputnick
EWeston: Before spunknik
Dexter Fong: And SciFi lit had talked about such things since the late 20s
Principalpoop: the mune belongs to everyone
Dexter Fong: eggzactemonte Poop
CS: neal armtrong landed on the moon 2 years after this
EWeston: Homeless you snowball
Dexter Fong: Nuthin wor'n bein' a homeless snowball
shoes for the dead: bakersfield St.
jahgust: I'll buy Tweeny!
Dexter Fong: No longer available just like CBS (in your area)
Beet: Begs the question: Could Sherlock have been so brilliant without being stoned on cocaine?
Stlouielou: BRAVO!
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EWeston: I keep a snowball shelter in my freezer, because...because.
Principalpoop: or poe on hashish and opium
CS: fictional characters can be brilliant on anything
Dexter Fong: Beets: How dare you shake the Revealed Pillars of Canonical Wisdom
Principalpoop: cover those pillars, oh
EWeston: While playing pokas on a tuba Cease
Dexter Fong: I can in my minds ear hear Austin singing this
Beet: I am the Arthur of my own conclusions.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:19 PM, dragging Wilmer Cook by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Rufus_T_Firetween: he could do it, for sure, Dex :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Wilmer
Wilmer Cook shoots Catherwood in the back!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Wilmer Cook and says "Would you like something?"
Dexter Fong: Arthur responsible for all he (Author) create
Stlouielou: my screen went blank?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Wilmer Cook: Play Dead Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Wilmer Cook and asks "Would you like something?"
EWeston: Look out for swords stuck in rocks, their up to no good.
Beet: Wilmer is back!
Principalpoop: your pc is dying stlouie, backup soon
Dexter Fong: WIlmer you silly gunsel, Catherwoood is imaginary
DJTween: Sometime you have to refresh the page, Louie
Wilmer Cook: Hiya Playmates!
DJTween: *sometimes
Principalpoop: and his hair was perfect
Wilmer Cook ponders if he too is imaginary.
Stlouielou: check 1 2
EWeston: How's you know we were stacked?
shoes for the dead: didn't they tape some of Phil's bits for this show? CS?
Dexter Fong: *not like **Every** time*
Stlouielou: I got nada?
CS: austin? no.
Principalpoop: we don't take checks, give us your credit card number and pin code
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “OUT OF THE FOG” recorded live in London in 2005 - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign albums, books and other cool goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
Beet: Everyone is a fictional character.
Dexter Fong: I got niente
CS: best kept secrets, indeed
Principalpoop: oh beet, how can you say such a thing?
EWeston: With a fictional narrartor
Stlouielou: like looking at the beatles white album?
Beet: just did
Wilmer Cook: Catherwood I need a drink!
||||||||| Catherwood gets a Bear-Whiz.
Dexter Fong: through Rose's tinted glassew?
||||||||| tedroy sashays in at 10:22 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: 'clarifornia' lol
Wilmer Cook pours beer in potted plant
Dexter Fong: wb tedroy
Principalpoop: the a tur
Dexter Fong: The MC Five????
Wilmer Cook: Did that plant just grow legs and walk away?
Principalpoop: thee ah tur
DJTween: Wondered about that too, Dex
tedroy: Manga!
EWeston: It's actually a dog
Dexter Fong: Mangia!!
Wilmer Cook: That's the last time I share a beer with a potted dog!
Principalpoop: quite
Dexter Fong: In that case...Mange!!!
EWeston: Mongrolian
Wilmer Cook kicks besotted dog.
pissfest: Mengele
shoes for the dead: didn't he share the loint, Wil?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TenesseeJim - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Never evn heard ABOUT this one. Very cool.
Wilmer Cook: Beat it Mutt!
shoes for the dead: joint
EWeston: Arf, hic
Wilmer Cook: < phew > Ducked THAT scythe!
DJTween: We try to get some rare stuff played here :)
CS: winston. bergman wanted to name his daughter Winston but thankfully was talked out of it
Rufus_T_Firetween: omg
Wilmer Cook: Well , it's more of a run down manor house ...
Dexter Fong: Well done, Tweeny =))
EWeston: Great! now Turkey this one
Rufus_T_Firetween: As in Winston from 1984?
CS: churchill
Beet: really good recording too
Dexter Fong: Hadn't thought of that Tweeny
CS: one of pete's heroes
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes, good quality
Wilmer Cook wanders off to the library.
Dexter Fong: Don't forget your ID card, Wilmer
Wilmer Cook: is busy shooting hardbacks in the spine!
Wilmer Cook: My face is my I.D.!
Wilmer Cook: Trust me to forget it was photo day!
Dexter Fong: YOur face has expired flatgum
Wilmer Cook shoots Dexter in the wallet!
Beet: just as we thought
Wilmer Cook: Wise Guy!
EWeston: Shut up, he agreed
Principalpoop: can't we all just get along?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Wilmer Cook: My face is my I.D.! << not far from reality, Wilmer. Just read an article today talking about tying street surveillance cameras to facial recognition software
Dexter Fong: Wilmer is not gun shy
Wilmer Cook: A long what? Now I'm confused?
Principalpoop: yes whaaaaaaat?
EWeston: No I can only agree, till the drug kicks in
Wilmer Cook: That's why you always shoot the camera first!
shoes for the dead: a long little doggie
Principalpoop: dachshund
Wilmer Cook: Okay ... now I've got Yosemite Sam singing that song , stuck in my head!
shoes for the dead: hee hee, Wil
Wilmer Cook: Gezzodhype!
jahgust: Fading fast...
EWeston: That can be painful
Dexter Fong: Wilmer: Take one of your guns and blow that song outta there
Wilmer Cook: Out Damn Sam I Say!
Principalpoop: is this real pork?
Wilmer Cook is smacking head with palm of hand.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:32 PM and late as usual, it's doctecazoid, just back from Hellmouth."
CS: hey, it's doc
Principalpoop: the doc,
Wilmer Cook: Welecome back Doc!
EWeston: From real pork stem cells
Dexter Fong: Hi Doc
Wilmer Cook: Mmmmm Pork Soda!
DJTween: Hey Doc!
doctecazoid: hi - i understand some people might be here this evening
jahgust: Ha! Knowing English titter at the "idea of America" line!
Wilmer Cook: Debatable.
doctecazoid: happened to be in the neighborhood, thought i'd drop by
EWeston: Nope no people here, their over there
CS: i hope a thursday shows up with nobody here doesn't happen
Wilmer Cook: Catherwood , fetch doctecazoid a drink !
||||||||| Catherwood brings doctecazoid a drink.
Dexter Fong: heir over hair
Beet: Are you a tech, Doc?
doctecazoid: the peopleation
Wilmer Cook: Americathon you say?
doctecazoid: beet: as far as you know, yes
Dexter Fong: beyond that....who knows?
shoes for the dead: who cares?
doctecazoid: that asian guy over there - roger who
Wilmer Cook: We all know ... we just feign ignorance to look "cool" !
EWeston: Chinese?
CS: I'm so tired of Chinese food
Principalpoop: whos feigning?
Wilmer Cook checks own knees
shoes for the dead: mobius off ramp
doctecazoid: all the rfo archive sits not on the server but in a cloud account
Wilmer Cook: Shhh ... you'll give it away Poop!
Beet: Making a pretense of ignorance?
Dexter Fong checks Wilmer's kneew for a small caliber throwdown
doctecazoid: sorry that was meant for tweenster
Wilmer Cook: Cloud account? What's the exchange rate on clouds?
shoes for the dead: or ignoring pretense
EWeston: How'd you spot genuine pretence of ignorance
||||||||| 10:38 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Wilmer Cook checks Dexter Fong for deer ticks.
Elayne: Evenin' again, all!
Beet: sounds like a koan
Dexter Fong: Wilmer: The exchange rate is dependent upon your individual updraft
doctecazoid: hey e
pissfest: A real Billy Wilder telegram: Unable to obtain bidet Stop Try handstand in shower
EWeston: Ur back
CS: hello again el
doctecazoid: got outta 9-ball early tonight
Elayne: DocTec! How the hell are you and Lili? We need to get together, my friend!
Wilmer Cook: Yowza! is that what THAt was?
Principalpoop: almost impossible to detect fake stupidity hah cough cough
Wilmer Cook: Hey Elayne's here!
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Louie/Lil's gone
Elayne: Not here for long, Wilmer. Just wanted to say hello and goodbye before I'm off to Merrie Olde next week.
Wilmer Cook: WOW! It's like yelling SHAZAM! Only the Grim Reaper appears instead!
Principalpoop: have fun and good health and a super time you E
doctecazoid: perhaps over laborious day
Beet: hello/goodbye
EWeston: But live on with stereo hifi
Wilmer Cook: Oh , there'll always be an England. What's the hurry?
Elayne: That weekend we're in England, Doc. Next one, perhaps?
doctecazoid: i'll confab with pentagram on that, we'll let you know
Elayne: 10Q, Doc!
doctecazoid: ook ook cachook
Elayne: That's it for me, I'm afraid. See y'all in two weeks!
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:42 PM and Bunnyboy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: bye E
CS: have fun in the UK, el
Principalpoop: be seeing you
Wilmer Cook: Adios Elayne. Enjoy the boat ride!
Bunnyboy: So, what did I miss?
CS: hi bun
EWeston: Have a jolly old time there
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Bunnyboy: Aside from...ELAYNE!
Bunnyboy: Come back!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bunny
Wilmer Cook: GAHH! BUNNYBOY!
jahgust: Hey Bun!
EWeston: The world snded, as we know it.
Wilmer Cook runs and hides in the den.
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol
Bunnyboy: Whoops. Hang on...
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 10:43 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
doctecazoid: hang on to what?
Principalpoop: he is back
Bunnyboy: That's better. 25 lines, not 10.
EWeston: There is a winged pacifier at his lips
Principalpoop: lets hang on to what we've got
doctecazoid: wow, 25 lines - that's quite a buzz!
doctecazoid: i'd be bouncin' off the walls after 3 or 4
Beet: how can you still function?
Bunnyboy: I'm on the "fly".
Wilmer Cook: Sloopy Says Hang On!
Principalpoop: 25 lanes, sounds like a walmart
CS: must be big fly
Dexter Fong: or a Bowlmore
Wilmer Cook: Catherwood bring us a bowl more!
||||||||| Catherwood gets us a bowl more.
Beet: Isn't that in Maryland?
doctecazoid: 25 lanes, no waiting, reasonable rates for show rental, snack bar, pool table and bar in the back
Wilmer Cook: Now we're talking!
doctecazoid: show not show
doctecazoid: shoe!!!!
doctecazoid: can't type worth shite tonite
Principalpoop: the new pasadena cutoff has 25 lanes
Dexter Fong: Poop: In or out?
EWeston: A slow evening at Bob's Berzerko Launge.
Principalpoop: i recall hours and hours drinking bud long neck beers and playing pool at the bowling alley
||||||||| 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'
Principalpoop: left foot in, right foot out
Wilmer Cook: Someone should cut off Pasadena! Damn Parade having Bozos!
Dexter Fong: I recall long hours taking a whiz and bowling at the pool hall
EWeston: Shake it all about
Wilmer Cook: I don't like to brag , but I once had Dishnuts!
doctecazoid: shake it all about what?
shoes for the dead: floatin' down the street.
Beet: Fordet it!
doctecazoid: dishnuts - are they dishes or nuts? discuss.
EWeston: Armenians or shoes, I feget
Wilmer Cook: I think I saw that film.
Bunnyboy: Any Netflix streamers: Check out the 1981 Queen concert, from Montreal. Them guys could play!
Principalpoop: all about you, is it true, am I blue?
Beet: Forget it!
||||||||| 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/'
EWeston: Ferget debt
Beet: That was fantastic!
EWeston: But don't forget to boogie
Wilmer Cook: Fergie Debit?
doctecazoid: yeah, i haven't heard that one - a real treat
Principalpoop: quite
Dexter Fong: Thanks a whole heep, Tweeny
jahgust: Thanks Tween!
shoes for the dead: thanks, Tween!!!! bye all
squeeze_the_wheeze: see ya all on the funway
DJTween: my pleasure, folks :)
Beet: Fabulous job, Tween. Thanks again. Bye all.
squeeze_the_wheeze: don't forget to inflate your shoes
CS: great to hear that, tween
late: thanks man
doctecazoid: ah, give up this day - an all time fave
Principalpoop: thanks tween, sounds like the bus, night all, choo choo
Dexter Fong: Cat..tween: I don't think Merlyn was here tonight
Wilmer Cook shoots Squeeze in the back!
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:51 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
EWeston: They found the card in her personal dumpster
CS: no he wasn't
Wilmer Cook: Lights Out Louie!
doctecazoid: was it a queen of hearts?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please show Wilmer the eexit from the window
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, Dexter Fong!"
Wilmer Cook: Princepal Poop! He's ... disappeared!
EWeston: It was the fourth of crazee guys
Wilmer Cook: Catherwood show Dexter Fong the back of your hand.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Wilmer Cook
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:52 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:53 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Wilmer Cook: Typical.
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny
doctecazoid: a back handed compliment?
Wilmer Cook can't reload fast enough!
EWeston: Night you, you devils, debils?
||||||||| "Hey EWeston!" ... EWeston turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:53 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Wilmer Cook: No , Catherwood's poor hand washing.
||||||||| Catherwood gets washing.
jahgust: Ah it's beddy byes for me all. Always fun to perambulate...or something like it! Gnights!
Dexter Fong: Night Jah
doctecazoid: nite jahg
CS: by leavers
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs jahgust by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
doctecazoid: they're flying like drops
Bunnyboy: Nighty, Joe!
Wilmer Cook: Geez! Never realised how many bums hang out here!
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| AHCLEM - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: Any product placement (aside from GIVE US A BREAK?).
Bunnyboy: ?
Wilmer Cook: You call THIS progress?
CS: you mean the announcement on facebook about that, bun?
doctecazoid: it's snooze time for me too - massive migraine woke me up at 5:30, 4 excedrin and 5 hrs later it finally eased. now i'm sleep depraved
doctecazoid: dethroned
doctecazoid: demanged
Wilmer Cook: The one in the oven?
CS: get some sleep, doc
Dexter Fong: And departed...Night Doc
doctecazoid: i'z TAHRD
Wilmer Cook: Alf's Wienerstain Doc!
doctecazoid: and must catch some winks
doctecazoid: saw some logs
doctecazoid: i drift off here - page two
Wilmer Cook shoots doctecazoid in the keister!
Dexter Fong: Me 2 ..outta here...Night dear friends
doctecazoid: follow me on twitter - @doctecazoid
Wilmer Cook: See Ya Dex!
Bunnyboy: Nite, doc!
Wilmer Cook has Catherwood shoot Dexter Fong in the back!
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Wilmer Cook
CS: i think i hear dinner calling. next week, all
doctecazoid: and as the reverend said: good bless you, and god night and please don't touch that dial
doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzSKNXXzzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
||||||||| CS leaves to catch the 10:58 PM train to Hellmouth.
Bunnyboy: Boy, sleep and eat....I guess I better get someuh thet. Wavin' around!
||||||||| At 10:58 PM, doctecazoid scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Wilmer Cook ponders the horrors of a talking meal.
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- Bunnyboy left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Wilmer Cook: You know your parts before leaving for them.
Wilmer Cook: Or should,rather.
Wilmer Cook whistles to self
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Wilmer Cook :accidentally knocks over ashtray
Wilmer Cook sweeps ashes under Persian rug ... hanging on wall.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with OldFartAtPlay close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Wilmer Cook hides behind curtain
Wilmer Cook ponders ennui ... gets bored ... falls asleep.
||||||||| Wilmer Cook leaves at 11:04 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..."
||||||||| 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 pneumonia
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - 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:
||||||||| OldFartAtPlay - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| tedroy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pissfest - dead from measles
||||||||| 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:
Beet
Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
DrWho42
Durbert
Elayne2
Elayne
EWeston
HubbleQ
jahgust
late
Lil
mahi
Pico & Alvarado
pissfest
Principalpoop
pueblo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
tedroy
TenesseeJim
AHCLEM
Wilmer Cook
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



Rogue's Gallery:

cat_pp.jpg (5168 bytes)
PP and Cat(cease)

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Bunnyboy

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kend^/Dr. Headphones

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Merlyn and Tirebiter

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DocTech

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LiliLamont

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FreqMan

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Rotonoto

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LeatherG & SO

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Nin0

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Tonk

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Ah, Clem and Bambi

old-man.gif (55478 bytes)
Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Elayne

Bubba's Brain.jpg (6600 bytes)
Bubba's Brain

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Bightrethighrehighre

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Boney

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Tween

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Porgie


no_anchovies

peggy.jpg (5240 bytes)
Peggy Blisswhips

audrey.jpg (4873 bytes)
Audrey Farber

tdt.jpg (6077 bytes)
Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

capeklok.jpg (5469 bytes)
klokwkdog
404 - Not Found, Not Forgotten

And, "The Home Team"