A Firesign Chat
08/29/2013




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 August 29, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| 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 8:42 PM and clem steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello. clem.
clem: Hi Rufus
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:44 PM and late as usual, it's Chatto , just back from Billville."
||||||||| Chatto , spotting Bradshaw, runs into Public Address System.
Chatto : greetings dreary fiends!
DJTween: Hi Chatto
Chatto : I used my time machine. alas early
DJTween: Well, we've got some warm-up music playing for ya :)
Chatto : computer, this is worker squeaking...
||||||||| 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 stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'docm', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Chatto : I will go tend to Susie's mensterbation, back in thirty be well Fear Dr I Ends
DJTween: Hi docm
||||||||| Zero Ohms enters at 8:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hi Zero
Zero Ohms: Hi DJT!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's Robocam, just back from Phoenix."
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| clem - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Hi Robocam
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:56 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
DJTween: Hi Squeeze
DJTween: Hey Dexter
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya all, hope a good night is in for us all
||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: tonight's fare - Give Me Immortality, Or Give Me Death
DJTween: Hi EW
EWeston: Those cues, they sting!, Hey Tweeny.
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny docm robo wheeaer ZO and graying Chatto
Dexter Fong: hi EW
Zero Ohms: So looking forward to tonight's fare; haven't heard it in years!
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Robocam, and leaves.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Pico & Alvarado in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:59 PM, dragging BluesTraveler by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Dexter Fong: Hi P&A
EWeston: Dex, good to percieve you
Dexter Fong: Hiyah BT]
Dexter Fong: EW: How peerceptive of you =)
DJTween: Hi P&A, BT
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 29, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Moorefield pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: P& A's here, good
DJTween: Hi Beet
Dexter Fong: Hey Beet
Beet: hey Dex and Tween
EWeston: An our Beet
||||||||| Robocam walks in and says "It's 9:00 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Pico & Alvarado: hi EW the great
Beet: Howdy P&C
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'CS', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Pico & Alvarado: hello Tween always nice to see you
DJTween: Hey CS
EWeston: Grout is my media and message
Beet: Greetings EW
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Cat
Pico & Alvarado: THE Beet!
Beet: A little Grateful Dead to start out
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and shoes for the dead sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: HI all
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Pico & Alvarado: CS is Nancy?!
shoes for the dead: howdy
Dexter Fong: Hey Chews!
EWeston: Lo CS
shoes for the dead: thanks again, Tween
Beet: Shoes is with us
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn gets out at 9:02 PM.
DJTween: Cathy-ho Sealoski?
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: hey
BluesTraveler: Sorry I had a hiccup. Had to switch from phone to Mac.
Beet: Greets Merlyn
CS: I have no idea who Nancy is. I'm Cat Simril Ishikawa. CS is shorter
EWeston: Merlyn yow, no Pooper t'hite?
Dexter Fong: ..and CSI is copyrighted
CS: yeah
Beet: I predict Poop a little later
CS: i wish i could collect royalties
Beet: Hey CS!
EWeston: Better than collecting royalty?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I've got a couple of young princes in the Tower...they're well preserved ...in a vat of good Mumsy wine
shoes for the dead: I'll see your two Queens...
||||||||| 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 Stlouielou gets out at 9:05 PM.
Dexter Fong: Not over my dead harem guards
EWeston: I'm into the royalty of the month club
Dexter Fong: hey louie
shoes for the dead: harem of the dead?
BluesTraveler: What do you usually chat about? Or is it riffing, firesign-style?
Stlouielou: Hey Grandpa! What's for supper?
Dexter Fong: IT"S NOW 9:05 and tweeny is still playing that depressing mock C&W
Beet: Het Louie
||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the divan.
CS: whatever comes up, blues
EWeston: Descended from the sons of hammas of the dead
Beet: Poop is here as predicted
Stlouielou: howdy everyone!
Dexter Fong: Is the nation a Noational publication?
EWeston: There him be
Dexter Fong: National
Principalpoop: beet is a witch
Dexter Fong: Hi there poopskie
Principalpoop: listen to the stream above also blues
CS: yes they showed they were just as good as they've always been with this disc
Dexter Fong: /=)
Principalpoop: hey all
Beet: I prefer Sayer of Sooth
Stlouielou: I better smoke some pot for this one....
BluesTraveler: Thanks for the link suggestion.
Dexter Fong: pass the virtual doobie to the left, dude
CS: always a good idea, louie
Zero Ohms: I'm so tired, I haven't slept a wink
Beet: I made a T-Shirt with this album title on it
CS: a landmine in the alps. yeah, right
squeeze_the_wheeze: puff puff pass
Dexter Fong: How'd it sell Beet
Principalpoop: I'm a pocket pool wizard, theres got to be a twist
shoes for the dead: i gave this one to a guy i do work for
Stlouielou: virtual my azz I'm off to the "Joe Walsh" room
shoes for the dead: he never heard of them
EWeston: Issssssst, whos next?
Beet: Only for personal use
CS: i'm sure doc could beat you, poop
BluesTraveler: Beet - were there graphics on the Radio Now t-shirt?
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Chatto - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing "Give Me Immortality Or Give Me Death" - 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)'
Principalpoop: an untimely death there
EWeston: Space time singularity to the pool table!
Beet: I attempted to duplicate the font on the album cover
Stlouielou: medicinal...I get chronic headaches...no chronic...I get headaches
CS: well put, louie. or well pot
||||||||| eldroid enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Dexter Fong: Hiyah El
BluesTraveler: I am asleep.
CS: nice to see obama wont be attacking colorado and wa. state in today's news
CS: el in the uk
EWeston: There's a name to conjure with
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” - 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 >> http://www.amazon.com/Give-Me-Immortality-Or-Death/dp/B00000AG7T'
BluesTraveler: Anyone have an eyeball hat?
eldroid: This is the extended 'Radio Prison'
squeeze_the_wheeze: hmmm i worry i am in oklahoma, he didn't mention us...i know i'm bombed
Dexter Fong: No, but I've got a double chin
Zero Ohms: Hahaha
Merlyn: I have a real one (I think), like the promo pix. Don't think the company makes 'em anymore though.
CS: wody guthrie would approve, wheeze
Stlouielou: focus?...bofus?
Dexter Fong: and wody allen too
EWeston: Radio Prison season btoo
Dexter Fong: et too
Dexter Fong: survivors one
shoes for the dead: coo coo cachooo
EWeston: gesunghtite
Stlouielou: *coughs*
Merlyn: Here's FT in eyeball hats: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/fstonweb/cosmik_firesign/ft-act2.html
eldroid: Which is all the more of a Firesign synchronicity as I've just come home from the public radio station where I work!
Dexter Fong: have at you
Beet: God bless Public Radio
EWeston: Not with the plastic dagger!
CS: i wonder if there would have been firesign without public radio
shoes for the dead: hear hear
BluesTraveler: thanks for the link Merlyn.
CS: although there were a lot of funny people on commercial radio in la in those days
eldroid: What is so fine about this album is that Ralph Spoilsport resurfaced.
eldroid: And Harold and Ray, too!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM uptown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: yuppers, El
Stlouielou: by funny do you mean ha ha or peculiar?
Dexter Fong: lol El
CS: ralph has shown up a few times
Dexter Fong: Oh? I though you were referring to Bob & Ray
Principalpoop: so they amuse you?
CS: cars and tv were major themes of their early work
BluesTraveler: I love the commentary about radio, public and commercial. In GMIOGMD.
eldroid: Chump Threads...we MISS ya, Uncle Pete!
Zero Ohms: They were major themes of life back then, sort of.
CS: true enough, eld
Zero Ohms: Too true!
CS: did you see them do this live, blues?
late: rotten fruit?
BluesTraveler: Yeah, I was fortunate to see the gang in San Rafael doing a live version on Were All Bozos... in 2010 before Peter passed.
shoes for the dead: you don't have to be there when it happens
Principalpoop: Here
CS: ah the last show
Stlouielou: sweet
CS: wasn't that 2010 when we saw them on whidbey, merl?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, RO GIVE ME DEATH” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln
BluesTraveler: I have a signed Tirebiter poster that I have hanging in my office.
CS: i remember they did a fine live version of Radio Now in I think that was 99 in seattle
Stlouielou: thanks rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln
Beet: Ah to have lived in L.A. during this time
BluesTraveler: Anyone live near LA? I saw Phil Proctor was in a show there.
DJTween: Radio Love Live!! will be played next week :-)
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!
CS: the portland show, tween?
DJTween: oops
EWeston: That's a new one on me Tweeny
CS: i haven't lived near la since 68
DJTween: "Radio Now Live!!" will be played next week ;)
CS: its online somewhere, ew
BluesTraveler: Great. I;d love to hear the live version of Radio Now.
EWeston: K
Beet: Jutified laughter at the end of the world ha ha ha
late: yes, there was 'in the firezone' but then 'radio now live' - looks like next week!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Regnad Kcin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Radio Now Live at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl
Principalpoop: bye good
shoes for the dead: i have one that they streamed, San Raf? mebbe
CS: yes in the firezone was the seattle 99 show. i contributed a dat recorder to it
DJTween: Is In The Firesone available?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Was there ever a released recording of "The Great Stema-powered Interne show from NYC?
BluesTraveler: SFTD-did someone record the 2010 San Rafael show?
CS: the jimmy buffet network show, shoes?
DJTween: I haven't seen it in the discographies
Dexter Fong: Steam
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Robocam - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: yes
CS: some nyc chatter sent it to me. dont think it was released but is probably on line
CS: that was the year after chat started
Merlyn: Tween, I think In The Firesone is out of print
late: i think i got my 'in the firezone' direct from the FT store - i believe it is same show as radio now live
CS: along with an interview with ossman on wbai that elayne was on but doesn'
CS: remember
docm: Oh, Nino, you are amazing!
Beet: Quadruple bypass to every artery in town
DJTween: It's not listen in the Firesign Media section of their site
Merlyn: late, they aren't identical, but both from the same tour
Zero Ohms: He's so good with the help...
late: k, good to know
Merlyn: RN Live is Portland, Firezone is Seattle
late: y, that's right, sorry my mistake
Dexter Fong: Well done Merlyn
Merlyn: unless they mixed some -- Firezone was something of a fan-done release that was OK'd by Firesign
CS: you and doc and me taped it, merl.
Dexter Fong: MERLYN: Wad is one of Fred's releases?
CS: probably others
Merlyn: I think that was literally recorded by having a mic hanging in front of the backstage speakers
Merlyn: I think so, dex
CS: one mic?
||||||||| "9:28 PM? 9:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Mackie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Mackie enters and sits at the bar.
Merlyn: I dunno cat
Dexter Fong: One *stereo* mic
Rufus_T_Firetween: It's not available from the FST site as far as I can tell, but is available at Amazon and eBay - http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458
shoes for the dead: how can you trip on one mic?
Merlyn: there were two Irishmen, Pat and Mic
Dexter Fong: SHOES; Right down the middle
DJTween: Hi Mackie
EWeston: I don't like what he's saying Pat, I don't loik it
Dexter Fong: Have a meatball paddy
DJTween: Well cease, apparently Nino has decided that you need to join the US after all and live in DC
EWeston: Can I play paddy cake wif it?
CS: lol
late: the 'and' always gets me
CS: miss shelob is feeling poorly
CS: a reference to an experience of david ossman trying to meet a singer on a plane.
EWeston: I'm waiting for Heneral Ytookie!
Dexter Fong: mighty pooprly
CS: i forget who. you remember, merl? tina turner, maybe?
shoes for the dead: You ARE Asleep!!
Dexter Fong: Billie Holliday?
Principalpoop: huh oh
CS: her people said she was feeling poorfly
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Dexter Fong: fly they called her....behind her back
CS: this was late 90s, dex. billlie be long deceased
eldroid: 'runner-up emeritus' LOVE it!
Principalpoop: I bet midler
Dexter Fong: CS: But her artistry lives on
Merlyn: cat, I think Tina Turner might be right
BluesTraveler: C'mon y'all be nice and cher.
EWeston: At what odds?
Merlyn: I think Bergman is the one who heard it
Principalpoop: one olivia and one john
CS: eldroid, there are no end of lines to love on this
DJTween: ** Anyone up for a Skype call-in during the break between sets?
CS: bergman?
shoes for the dead: and Gracefull
DJTween: Great Sean Connery imprsonation
Dexter Fong: Dead??
Principalpoop: slick
Dexter Fong: That's schlick missh Moneypanny
EWeston: But lives on in stereo hi fi
CS: i think i heard the story from ossman but it could well have been About bergman
late: oh god, traffic report from captain happy
Dexter Fong: And frequent downloads
EWeston: No that's his copilot
Dexter Fong: fear not late: It's a re=run
shoes for the dead: Homeless Stadium
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:37 PM and late as usual, it's Bob Bunny, just back from Elyria."
shoes for the dead: howdy BB
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi BB
Merlyn: Hey cat, YOU had it right back in 2006, and it was Ossman: cease: ossman wanted to talk to tina, but her people said, "ms turner is feeling poorly"
Dexter Fong: happy hoping Bpb
CS: greetings, bob
Dexter Fong: hopping
Principalpoop: where is Elyria?
Merlyn: in this chat, cat: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20061012.html
Bob Bunny: Sorry I'm late. I was being held prisoner by Prince Arcturus.
Merlyn: hey bob bunny! Are you the one we all know?
shoes for the dead: Ohio
EWeston: A representative from the Four Bunnies of the Apocolypse?
Bob Bunny: North Ridgeville.
Principalpoop: no he is late, not you
DJTween: Must have been terrible BB
CS: good old headphones.
Merlyn: ah, the ohio bunny
Bob Bunny: Is there more than one Bob Bunny???
late: what?
shoes for the dead: you pee thru the keyhole, BB?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “GIVE ME IMMORTALITY, OR GIVE ME DEATH” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln
BluesTraveler: BB-Is it near Billville?
Principalpoop: exactly
Merlyn: (ha! and back then I thought it was Bergman, too!)
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Iknew youwere going to say that!
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
Bob Bunny: Mr. Time to me to to distract the guard.
Stlouielou: *exhales*
Merlyn: You have been cloned, Bobbunny
Principalpoop: grabs a shotgun hit from stlouie
EWeston: If you ain't in orbit now, you'll never be
Bob Bunny: Damn! Well, I guess it's back to the shadows again.
Stlouielou: how can you be in two...never mind
BluesTraveler: You can pee right into the stream....
CS: i nearly got fired from a radio station here in vancouver in 72 for playing mark time, the line about "urinating out the window to distract the guard" wasn't considered in good taste
CS: ddint know ants could piss
shoes for the dead: pissants
Rufus_T_Firetween: Good for you for playing it, cease :)
Stlouielou: never cross the stream (lesson learned from ghostbusters)
Zero Ohms: Mark, mark, mark, they're performing horrible experiments on animals in space...
EWeston: Is Dink politclly advising in NY these days?
Principalpoop: lucy and ricky could not pee in the same bed
BluesTraveler: Wow. I've always been intrigued by censorship. why & when. CS.
late: so what was the deal with the eyeball hats?
CS: 72 in Vancouver
Dexter Fong: It may be a secret that cannot now be revealed?
Rufus_T_Firetween: They used to sell eyeball hats at the FST site, late
Principalpoop: a surreal statement about the current cultural situation
CS: bergman was kicked off radio show for saying, "get your hand up a toyota and you'll never let go"
late: just a fun prop like the pickles or some deeper meaning?
CS: also for playing Johnny Piss off on another station
Dexter Fong: Just an off-hand ad lib
Principalpoop: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar, bill clinton
EWeston: The current political situation is chock full of surreal these days
shoes for the dead: kinda like the lyrics from a song, late
Stlouielou: depends on what your definition of "IS" is
CS: i'm sure their fucks in dwarf were a challenge to radio stations
||||||||| 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 squeeze_the_wheeze falls out at 9:45 PM.
Principalpoop: tell us what that is without using the word is
BluesTraveler: Even satellite radio which is allegedly uncensored deals with restrictions.
late: i like the conspiracy angle - now more so than then (the nsa is monitoring this chat)
EWeston: Fendishly clever!
Principalpoop: fiends, ahh fiends
CS: yeah listening to the XM shows is amazing. they' loved to swear and took advantage of that opportunity on those shows
Zero Ohms: Did anyone else see that?
EWeston: Fiendish too, kie
shoes for the dead: i wonder if they are stoned too, late
Dexter Fong: Late: They've already rendered CS and are holding him under the capital in Wash. D.C.
Principalpoop: penis, neener neener neener
Bob Bunny: I understand that they have special rings that will scratch and infect you when you shake their hands. From a reliable source.
Stlouielou: filthy
BluesTraveler: Does the NSA scan chats for key words? Like, eyeball hats?
Dexter Fong: Poop:you *wil* be fined for saying neener, times three
Principalpoop: phooey on youey
CS: i was in DC in 05. that's when i met you, dex
late: i've got a dust sucker for you, mr nsa
Principalpoop: andbody still say gad zooks?
Dexter Fong: Poop: PPPPHHHHTTTT??
Stlouielou: the old thrice neener rule...I better read the fint print
shoes for the dead: inhale deeply
CS: met a firefan who wanted to get them into the library of congress. he was successful
Dexter Fong: Cat: Your eastg coast tour
Principalpoop: rimshot
CS: my first east coast tour, yes
CS: first of this millenium. i literally toured the east in 64 but that's pre firesign so it doesnt count
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Gary, just back from Funfun Town."
Stlouielou: they let anybody in the library of congress (hell even I'm in there)
CS: from boston to norfolk
DJTween: Hi Gary
CS: HI ah
Zero Ohms: Ah, Gary!
Ah Gary: Howdy!
Dexter Fong: from bkaersfiled to 'burdu
Beet: Yo Gary
Principalpoop: inducted, not just collected, a big deal
Stlouielou: ah the berdu of san...I remember him well
Principalpoop: you wore white, no it was blue
Dexter Fong: He cannot remeber you, unfortunately
shoes for the dead: was that the egyptshine?
Principalpoop: next to the doodah room
Stlouielou: egyptshite
Principalpoop: the chilites, tell me have you seen her?
Dexter Fong: The deep throat singers from Sannnntiago?
Ah Gary: Porgie is here got to go!
shoes for the dead: if you ain't moslem, you ain't shite
Dexter Fong: You don't have to asnwer now Poop
Principalpoop: gary owens, cia and the gong show, what a world
EWeston: Oopsie, computers nineteen nervou breakdown
Zero Ohms: Now it's the nsa guys wearing the eyeball hats...
Principalpoop: what a drag it is getting old
DJTween: lol Dex
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| docm - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Mackie - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Good lyric to a song
CS: well said, zero
late: privacy...
Zero Ohms: Say goodbye to privacy
BluesTraveler: hotel keys, goodbye
shoes for the dead: i dug the rehearsals to this the other week
Principalpoop: what would happen to your brain if you had to preruse the twits of 10,000 teenagers?
CS: on youtube?
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: good bye privacy
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', just granted probation at 9:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Zero Ohms: eyeball hats w/ drealocks - nsa disguise?
BluesTraveler: I think it'd be like cotton candy. 10k looks like a lot but little substance.
Principalpoop: and red rubber noses
CS: i know they love this bit, but does anyone think this cd should have ended with princess goddess flying away?
Principalpoop: mindless indeed
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CS: its a thing of wonder
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): It happened again! I sat on my pipe! What may be good for Oscar Wilde is not necessarily good for me.
BluesTraveler: thanks for the chat. I'll try to check in next week.
CS: how do we know you're the real stones?
Beet: wasit lit?
Principalpoop: stones, your highness
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late: o god it's too late to get surreal
Zero Ohms: Backlit, maybe?
Beet: Bye Bye Blues
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Lit by Lord Byron, no doubt!
CS: lateness and surrealism go together
Stlouielou: MFNM OOO mow mow
EWeston: From the Chez Byrons?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You ask how you should know that I am the "real stones," CS? I LIVE HERE!!!
EWeston: Here! Here!
CS: so where does Honey live?
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shoes for the dead: there there
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): "Stones" is a proper noun! My apologetics, CS!
Pico & Alvarado: bead
DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones
EWeston: where where
Beet: where where
Pico & Alvarado: they're their
Zero Ohms: I've got to admit it's getting smaller,
late: solid jackson?
Pico & Alvarado: off the pigs
Principalpoop: he is stones, but he is not our stones, get a kidney
Dexter Fong: Hem: I'm okay with that but you should know that up to perhaps 5 or 6 months ago, a Hemlock from England chatted here quite frequently
CS: just a shot away
Pico & Alvarado: they're getting smaller
Principalpoop: psyche a boom boom
EWeston: between the wrists and ankules
Pico & Alvarado: everythings turning blue
Principalpoop: the moss
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): DJTween: I hail thee as well!
Zero Ohms: You're such a tool!
Dexter Fong: P&A: Stop strangling yourslf
EWeston: Dig the rhetoric!
Principalpoop: Refine the oratory
Dexter Fong: Crazy,man, craZy
Pico & Alvarado: short hair working here
EWeston: Massage the neck!
Principalpoop: long legs run in my family
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Pico and Alvarado, haven't we met before? It's been about 2,000 years and not on vinyl.
||||||||| nordlaw enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
EWeston: How far do they run before they walk?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Refine the oratorio, Principalpoop? What Handel not good enough for you, eh?
DJTween: Hi nordlaw
Dexter Fong: hajjelulah
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Beet: Welcome nordlaw
EWeston: He was a lousy date, I know that
Principalpoop: get a handle on the saddle, yeehaw
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Pico & Alvarado: arther connan doyle introduced us
Principalpoop: a miss is as good as a mile
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Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dexter: You have forgotten the key! It starts in e minor and ends in D major, not E major! Aaaaah!
EWeston: Not Artur Cohan Doily?
Dexter Fong: Poop: And is a lass as good as a male?
nordlaw: no fireboys tonight eh?
late: convenient log for mr nsa?
Principalpoop: lassie was a boy, or wait
Dexter Fong: only very rarely, late
||||||||| Outside, the 10:07 PM downtown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving garyh coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: sorry, nord
Principalpoop: is that you gary?
Beet: Austin was the last one about 3 weeks ago
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Can't get out of my tree suit again! Flotsam you flathead!
Dexter Fong: No that's garyh poop
EWeston: Cruising the Docks again eh?
Dexter Fong: Poop: THE "H" is aspirated like the "H" in wheat thins
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| eldroid - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Ah Gary - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: fried side thwatre
Principalpoop: faugh
shoes for the dead: theatre
Dexter Fong: faux
Principalpoop: thee ah ture
EWeston: Name of a dog! Fido.
Principalpoop: the ater
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I must bid you all a goodbye for now. I see you next week!
Dexter Fong: tis not thee, my poop. tis the stars
||||||||| Around 10:11 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset...
EWeston: By BY Stones
Principalpoop: what do we hear for that bid?
Pico & Alvarado: went to the headless body farm
Stlouielou: adios
EWeston: Three queens and a trivit.
Dexter Fong: see anybody you knew?
Principalpoop: who knew?
shoes for the dead: how can i know what you hear?
EWeston: Certainly not the trivit.
Principalpoop: metaphysically impossible
Beet: Metaphysically absurd
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Turn to channel 32 Lima Charlie
Principalpoop: check your epistimology, at the door
Beet: Slow on the draw
EWeston: And paraphysiclly redundant.
Dexter Fong: but quick on the sketch
Pico & Alvarado: 32-48
Dexter Fong: What's the spread?
Principalpoop: bingo, lotto, marco, polo
Zero Ohms: Withdrawing gracefully, I hope to join you next week for the exciting conclusion of...
Principalpoop: zzzzzt, ouch olms
EWeston: Olice tomato pastish
Beet: See ya Z
Dexter Fong: ....you got it ZO
Zero Ohms: Because everything I know is...
Principalpoop: wrong
CS: later zero
shoes for the dead: WRONG!!
EWeston: G'by electi, city
Pico & Alvarado: Ohms out
Dexter Fong: First 'olmes...then Ohms....a conspiracy?
Beet: What they are describing is happening now
EWeston: Amp watt?
Pico & Alvarado: amped
late: how prophetic, i'm flipping thru sat and there's a 'youtv' - looks like 24/7 infomercials
Principalpoop: why would you ask that fong, unless you know something, what do you know?
shoes for the dead: Ohm Shanti
CS: am what am
Principalpoop: ham what am
Pico & Alvarado: shanti ohm
Dexter Fong: Poop: I'[ve been waiting *and* watching for your response
shoes for the dead: tastes likr pork
EWeston: To be amped, or to have amperage applied
Principalpoop: I am at my wits end, I need a wet one
Beet: Why hasn't someone opened Frank Furter's Hot Dogs?
CS: tastes like pork
Dexter Fong: ...also, I've noticed that you now refer to yourslef as Principal'oop
Pico & Alvarado: Pooper look out for that mountain
EWeston: A wet or damp wit suit you sur?
Principalpoop: she'll be coming around the mountain, when she comes
Pico & Alvarado: EW: amped
Dexter Fong: She might be faking it
Pico & Alvarado: stress the point
EWeston: Past the rows of crossed switches
||||||||| 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 uhClem plummets into the garden at 10:19 PM.
Principalpoop: ahh big sur, is that hawaii or santa monica?
Dexter Fong: she might still be in the *tunnel*
shoes for the dead: no, she's on six horses
Beet: Hey Clem
Principalpoop: wow, 6
EWeston: A big wet wit sur comin right atcha!, Duck!
Pico & Alvarado: 2
Principalpoop: at yur cervix, hehe
Pico & Alvarado: 1
EWeston: Fowl thing
Beet: I'm getting motion sickness
Stlouielou: Si~
Principalpoop: it ain't the motion, it's the meat
Pico & Alvarado: mortadella
Principalpoop: everybody do the locomotion
EWeston: In case of earthquake use a chicken
shoes for the dead: someone lit up in the elevator
Pico & Alvarado: proscuttio
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please bring everybody a big tall glass of meat
||||||||| Catherwood gets everybody a big tall glass of meat.
Stlouielou: it's easier than learnin' your ABC's
Dexter Fong: Me too BERGMAN
Principalpoop: they had ashtrays in elevators when I was a youngster
Beet: none of this possible without Otis
shoes for the dead: geshundheit
Merlyn: imagine how much faster that bit would be in England
late: mmm pork, thanks, man
EWeston: Hail Otis!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uh_Clem in through the front door at 10:23 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
CS: a faster lift?
Principalpoop: clones
EWeston: Uh clews?
Pico & Alvarado: clews for you?
EWeston: And none for you Ha Ha
Stlouielou: Otis was the BEST drunk....
Principalpoop: looking for clones in too many places, looking for red rubber noses on too many faces
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Bob Bunny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| nordlaw - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| garyh - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: He'd pick you up and then he's let you down....gently
EWeston: Peusudo Irishman
Principalpoop: suedo lavatori
EWeston: Only during the Mting Season
Pico & Alvarado: dead from dying
Dexter Fong: El lavatorio Embellishmento
shoes for the dead: sue sue sudio
Principalpoop: mating or molting or malting?
EWeston: Got the little angles and camera's in the ceilings
Pico & Alvarado: rain in Octember?
Principalpoop: will the rain hurt the rubarb?
EWeston: Fission or mitosis your choice
Dexter Fong: sprain in janenber
Stlouielou: I went fiddion just the other day
Principalpoop: i'll take mitosis for 80 chuck
EWeston: You can sprane yer ankule(s)
Dexter Fong: ...and yah kin rotate your joints...
Principalpoop: fiddion, hmmm, not a clue, give us another hint
Pico & Alvarado: fill osmosis
EWeston: The D ansd S key is...nieghboors!
Pico & Alvarado: pigmar bergman
Principalpoop: ahh, now I see said the deaf man
Stlouielou: and someone MAY be high
EWeston: Stem cells is special!
||||||||| RedPillTweeny sneaks in around 10:30 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Pico & Alvarado: toxon dingidingi
Principalpoop: someone's stoned out of his gourd lord, kumbuyah
EWeston: Nonsence, maybe quantumsence
Principalpoop: my dingaling, everybody sing
Dexter Fong: Don'y be sellin' weed to Jesus, man....
Stlouielou: Jeasus was a soul man
Pico & Alvarado: bong hits for Jesus
Principalpoop: dig it
shoes for the dead: adam was a sole man
EWeston: Too lateee...
CS: here's some of that jamaican that the boys thought they had hidden from me
Stlouielou: bong hits for breakfast
Principalpoop: rats, all i got is derango green
Pico & Alvarado: Adam had no belly-button
Dexter Fong: lol cat
Beet: What did he contemplate?
Principalpoop: what did he call his apple?
||||||||| 10:33 PM: DonaLyn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
EWeston: When did god create belly button lint?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Crab?
Stlouielou: levedicus
Pico & Alvarado: EW: after the fall
Principalpoop: granny green hell I don't know
EWeston: OK I knew that.
Dexter Fong: When man started wearing cotton flannel
shoes for the dead: they have pills for that,STL
Beet: What are giving up for lint
Dexter Fong: My beliefs
EWeston: That's when we started wearing cotton flannel
Stlouielou: so hungry the dog treats are looking good
Principalpoop: any labor day plans? dinner at macdonalds or what?
shoes for the dead: my navel, Beet
EWeston: My 5 year old recomends them
Pico & Alvarado: the vittles us
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Stlouielou: hillbilly holiday here in the lou...bbq etc
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Principalpoop: not bad, but your leg starts having strange movements
Pico & Alvarado: campbell pig
Principalpoop: yeehaw
DonaLyn: I just want to tell you I love you all
Dexter Fong: a true scattish pig, laddie
Principalpoop: talk is cheap, prove it, photos and videos and house visitis
Pico & Alvarado: you can shoot all the pink chickens you want, I ain't cookin any.
DJTween: We love you too, Dona Firehead
Dexter Fong: Ohh Donna.....Ohhh!! donna
Beet: Consider raising frogs
late: hey kids, raise giant frogs in your cellar!
Principalpoop: lifting them up to do what?
Beet: Hop to it
Dexter Fong: Beet: YOu cannot tell those frogs what to do, man
DonaLyn: Ah I remember your rom 1970
DJTween: Won't they eat the Chinchillas, late?
Pico & Alvarado: grow shnook in your toilet at night
Stlouielou: Elvis never did
shoes for the dead: or tossing them for skeet, Beet
Principalpoop: rom? noo, i only use ram
late: omg, not the chinchillas
Beet: My bad
Dexter Fong: no harn
Dexter Fong: m
Dexter Fong: No fowl
DonaLyn: From
Dexter Fong: Here to ...........
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh_Clem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Pico & Alvarado: mutant blues
Principalpoop: you did not do enough drugs then, the 70s are lost in the mist of time
Beet: Frogs on a stick
Pico & Alvarado: more frogs
late: gig that frog
shoes for the dead: then ya char them to make them stiff
Principalpoop: eternity fong
Dexter Fong: Yes, new Orlens jazz like you've never heard it before, played by some of nature's more repellent mutants
Pico & Alvarado: frog, I got a gig for ya, that will kill you
Beet: Sticky Tongue's Frogs Legs
Dexter Fong: Jackalope on the Slide trambone
Principalpoop: and what about the toads man, bigots
Stlouielou: hello my rag time gal.....
Dexter Fong: Chupacabra on percusiion
Pico & Alvarado: tastes like chicken
CS: Clive Davis on check book
Principalpoop: the little board with wheels from national lampoon
Pico & Alvarado: perchicken
Dexter Fong: Cubahlibere on paina
CS: that's earl
CS: this is the longest piece i recall him doing on this show. he's usually in the background
Pico & Alvarado: ask about the bag
Pico & Alvarado: Latin for chicken
shoes for the dead: the platterpus
Principalpoop: greek for pork
Dexter Fong: Here! P&A< tried some of this deep fried bag
DJTween: This has turned into a radio party :)
Dexter Fong: partay!!!
Stlouielou: beats workin'
CS: lol
Principalpoop: been so long since I found out, what people mean by down and out
Pico & Alvarado: Mr. Fong, deep fried glibs, delicious
CS: hopefully you're up and in, poop
Principalpoop: it looked like up to me
Pico & Alvarado: up and in
shoes for the dead: they "say" they weren't stoned on these shows, but,,,,,,,,,,,
EWeston: Only my moma loves me. And she maybe jiving me too!
Dexter Fong: It comes with a side of bon motry
DJTween has been down so long it looks like up to him
Principalpoop: people still jive?
Dexter Fong: Try to get up off the floor tweeny
DJTween: "It's all right stewardess, I speak Jive."
CS: earl has his own station, radio jive. look it up on line.
EWeston: Staggers back into the tardis
Pico & Alvarado: wuz real
Principalpoop: no fair tween only one whiner at a time, i was first
Dexter Fong: Poop and shuck too
DJTween: heheh
CS: he played all these shows before DOMM came out and will be involved in their new radio station
Principalpoop: jive and shuck too, whoda thunk it
CS: tween, airplane? funniest flick ever made
DJTween: kewl, cease
EWeston: Only one use of the tooth fairy is allowed per chat
Principalpoop: you like gladiator movies?
Pico & Alvarado: only Mr. Fong
DJTween: Yeah, Airplane!
Beet: Airplabe my favorite
Dexter Fong: Poop: It was them Cannivers......over yon by the sheep ranch
Beet: plane
Principalpoop: ahh come on, young frankenstein
EWeston: If I can get ehough olive oil
Principalpoop: blazing saddles, lots of funny movies
CS: watching that and earlier holy grail, nearly died of laughter, like the python joke
Stlouielou: saddles
DJTween: Firesign Theatre? They're a comedy troupe from California, but that's not important right now
Stlouielou: Tap
EWeston: Kelly's Heros
Principalpoop: yes, monty python, peter sellers, jerry lewis, lots
Pico & Alvarado: you can deep fry your own bag!
DJTween: I use the Blazing Saddles theme for my Sunday show
Stlouielou: Rutles....do I have to spell it out?
Principalpoop: I didn't get a harrumph from that guy...
Dexter Fong: P&A: But you can be arrested for choking your bag in public
EWeston: But this is a bag of shit!
Beet: really good shit
Principalpoop: it is great shit
CS: but it's really great shit, mrs pressed key
Dexter Fong: Are you saying it's chickenbag?
Dexter Fong: I mean bagshit
Stlouielou: my shit is stuff your shit is shit
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EWeston: On Mrs Presskey's wordf of it.
Principalpoop: guno guano, bat shit
Dexter Fong: Louie: And your gal ain't didlysquat
Stlouielou: lol
Pico & Alvarado: my shit is poop
EWeston: An early strategic resource
Stlouielou: she's 6 ft 4 aleeps in the kitchen with her head out the door
Principalpoop: huh, hold on there buddy, ok, now hold it over there
Dexter Fong: Well!! Explain *that* if you can Mr. Poop
EWeston: Come on Mr. and Mrs To Busy tobe a Homecoming Queen!
Pico & Alvarado: gotta download some shit
Principalpoop: in this instance the word poop changes from verb to noun to subject to topic to category to genre
shoes for the dead: Mr Hippie!
Principalpoop: poop changes, as the song tells us
Dexter Fong: P&A: What yah gonna do with the chicken?
EWeston: Whiplash!
Beet: Mr Armchai General
Principalpoop: and happens
shoes for the dead: but doody calls, POOP
Stlouielou: *all sinkers no floaters*
Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil and paper
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| DonaLyn - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: and a compass, the one with the pointy end
EWeston: Qrrh! nail that mans foot to the deck!
Principalpoop: ouch, i will give you 20 minutes to stop that
Dexter Fong: Charles!! Stop stabbing nancy with that pointy end
Stlouielou: Hello I must be going see you all next week
DJTween: later gator
EWeston: I'll give you a smack
Beet: Bye Louie
shoes for the dead: bye, Stl
Principalpoop: and the dog wants out, thanks all, best to all, ciaooo
Dexter Fong: Later Louie
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 10:56 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..."
Beet: Bye poop?
CS: keep on lou ing
Dexter Fong: Awhhoooo to you too Poop
CS: by poop
EWeston: Yep drop body inthe tub time , see you all
Beet: Get clean
Dexter Fong: Keep afloat, EW
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
shoes for the dead: Pants the Bourgeoise!!! see ya later
Dexter Fong: Shuffle off shoes
Beet: c ya dhoes
Beet: shoes
Dexter Fong: Masked bands of Esperantos
Beet: Great insert Tween
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: It's EW having his bath
DJTween: EW's departure was somewhat prescient
Dexter Fong: Beet: It's Bergman's music choice
Beet: That was cool
Beet: I could never get into Monopoly
DJTween: Beet: Great insert Tween << was them, not me ;)
Beet: Got it
Dexter Fong: And don't try again, either Beet
DJTween: They do that sometimes
Beet: Still cool
DJTween: very
CS: for some reason i seem to remember a lot of time spent playing monopoly and other board games in childhood
Beet: If eber I had attention deficit it was durung that game
Dexter Fong: I think it's your turn Cat
Beet: I'll buy Park Place
CS: ok, go directly to jail, do not eat at per se
Dexter Fong: You already own it , Beet
Dexter Fong: lol Cat
Beet: See how bad I am at this?
Rufus_T_Firetween: In Federal Reserve Monopoly, if you land on FED, can you have as much money as you like?
CS: dex, you know the new york stuff in domm. i gave you the whole series a few monthes but domm came out.
Dexter Fong: Have you tried a reverse mortgage, Beet
CS: i'm looking for back ground NYC rifs from their various nyc shows from the 70 tour.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes?
Beet: Wouldn't know one if I saw one
CS: i think the vertical highways thing in this might do
CS: i'm composing some intros and extros for the radio station and they want me to put firesign under firesign, if you get my drift
Beet: Why don't women go for the really committed
Dexter Fong: Yeah..in a bewildered sense...so much material....so much more material....etc
DJTween: sounds kinky, cease
CS: just like these radio pieces have one firesign talkling under another speaker
CS: a lot of their humour is from that.
CS: do you like horses, for examplle
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| late - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Uhhh...Tween.....let's just refer to it as a 646...a B&E ....tailgating......yeh know
Beet: Only the hardcore
DJTween: Well, they're always supporting each other in the background, and making stuff up on the fly. It's wonderful improv :)
DJTween: lol Dex
CS: waiting for the machinist or someone like her
Dexter Fong: You must wqnt Rosie...you know...
CS: i'm rivetted
Dexter Fong: Kerchief on the head and slevves rolled up for America
Beet: see the "q" is right above the "a"
Dexter Fong: qhhh
Beet: Porcupine stampede
Rufus_T_Firetween wants to move to Montana and raise porcupines and dental floss
Beet: get the point ha ha ha
Dexter Fong: raisin' that dental floss takes a big bite outta the ecology
Rufus_T_Firetween: Can seel the quills to restaurants for toothpics and the floss to dentists
Rufus_T_Firetween: *sell
Dexter Fong: There ain't but 6 dentists in Montanna
Rufus_T_Firetween: and have the missus cook me up some reall good porcupine stew
Dexter Fong: and the resaurants all have those little pre-twisted olive tree spears
Rufus_T_Firetween: Well, then just I'll have to start my own resturant/dentistry
Rufus_T_Firetween: Our motto - "We fill your mouth and clean your teeth, all in the same place."
Beet: An awesome sight
Dexter Fong: I just need a cavity filled..I'm not hungry
CS: had dental appointment today. rather not be reminded of it
CS: Fumiyo has massive dental operation next week. teeth are not our friends
Rufus_T_Firetween: We'll fill it with fools gold. Lasts longer that way and like the Dollar, it's worthless so you can have it for free!
Dexter Fong: Cat: They are, just high maintenance friends
Dexter Fong: Whoah! From outta the far right comes Rufus
CS: what happened to the sound?
||||||||| 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 live 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'
CS: ah
CS: this is a precursor to austin's imaginary menus
DJTween: sorry about that
CS: one of the last things i saw them do in washington in early b2019
Dexter Fong: before 2019?
DJTween: I'm running two streams from a really old Mac laptop. Tried to add an app I shouldn't have :/
CS: 2010, maybe january. with merl and many others. jahgust from last week's chat
CS: last time i saw bergman. he was just plotting his podcast then and i was able to give him some useful advice
CS: he went a long way with that podcast. always had a need to communicate
Beet: Another stellar performance, Tween. Nice being with you all again. 'Bye.
CS: ah, the tween voice
Dexter Fong: Thanks a whole heap Tween
CS: thanks djtween and rufus
Dexter Fong: Night beet
CS: off we flit
||||||||| At 11:26 PM, CS hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: And thanks also to Merlyn
Dexter Fong: next week Dear Friends
DJTween: Yes indeed, thanks to Merlyn for the chat :)
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween leaves at 11:27 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..."
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:27 PM.
Merlyn: see ya next week, thanks tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:28 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Ah Gary
Beet
BluesTraveler
Bob Bunny
Chatto
clem
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
docm
DonaLyn
eldroid
EWeston
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Merlyn
nordlaw
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
Zero Ohms
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gmiogmd-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.amazon.com/Give-Me-Immortality-Or-Death/dp/B00000AG7T
http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20061012.html
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/fstonweb/cosmik_firesign/ft-act2.html
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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