A Firesign Chat
09/19/2013




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Special appearance by
Phil Proctor as 'firesignphil'

||||||||| 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 September 19, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:35 PM and DJTween waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| late enters at 8:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Hi late
||||||||| david yerka steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
late: shhhh it's vewy quiet
late: howdy
DJTween: Hi david
david yerka: well then
DJTween: werry werry quiet...
david yerka: well then
david yerka: but I repeat myself
DJTween: but not now?
david yerka: haha too early to catch me with your simple mind games
late: solid, man
DJTween: ggg
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Serendiphany', just granted probation at 8:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
david yerka: which zone are we in
Serendiphany: Hell-o
david yerka: ahhh Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside david yerka and asks "Would you like something?"
late: thank you boys, that's some swingin jazz
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Gene Krupa Band) - 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 leads bob inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Saren
david yerka: I'm trying to find Betty Jo Bielofski
DJTween: It's a Nick Danger night tonight, so I thought I'd play some noir detective music
late: horns are tight, drums are crackin
DJTween: Hi Bob
bob: howdy!
david yerka: I've heard she might be found in the far flung Isles of Lagersham
DJTween: Gene Krupa was very good :)
late: oh god, the girls are out on the floor now, such floosies
DJTween: Takes the dime out of Mr. Rococco's pocket and hand it to a dime-a-dance girl
||||||||| JUDYROBIN waltzes in at 8:49 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: *hands
DJTween: Juday Juday Juday...
DJTween: welcome :)
late: she sure can cut a rug
bob: sure can
JUDYROBIN: Good evening. What a warm reception. Sure can.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Elmertown."
DJTween: Hi EW
EWeston: Its deep in Elmertown. Hey Tweeny, Sykp is winning, I'm losing, sofar.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with melanie haber close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
DJTween: Skype not playing nice?
DJTween: Hello, Miss Haber
bob: 5 minutes......and counting
||||||||| EnlightenPrince steals in around 8:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: I have a nice new cell phone which doesn't work here. Connection through my computer has no mic function, appartently
DJTween: Hi Prince
EnlightenPrince: Hello All
||||||||| david yerka rushes off, saying "8:56 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
EWeston: Hi Prince
||||||||| Outside, the 8:59 PM uptown bus from California pulls away, leaving ferretjoe coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 19, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTween: Hi Ferret
ferretjoe: hi all.
ferretjoe: trying to explain FT to some of my friends can be quite difficult
EWeston: Yep, you do get into interesting conversations sometimes bringing them up.
ferretjoe: not so much explain, but describe them, some folks just don't get it.
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop gets out at 9:03 PM.
ferretjoe: oh, it's great when you get a fan!
late: inflate shoes now
||||||||| Uh Clem enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
ferretjoe: where's my needle?
EWeston: There's the George Carlin description. They inject American culture straight into your brain. Which then explodes all arround the room
||||||||| dr. dog sneaks in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Beet: Howdy all
bob: Hello!
ferretjoe: hiya Beet
Principalpoop: skits and spoofs, the papoon brothers
EWeston: Hey Da Beet
Beet: Nice to see you EW
Uh Clem: Not to be torturing me!
bob: Well said, DJTween
Principalpoop: i have not spoofed in years, I forget how
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BOX OF DANGER: Young Guy, Motor Detective” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html'
||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits at the bar.
DJTween: Hi Beet
EWeston: Spaphune use Pooper!
Beet: Heard you swinging out earlier
Principalpoop: with a spoon?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:07 PM, dragging Zero Ohms by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with CS close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
EWeston: Today we use sporks ank yew
DJTween: Hi Zero
DJTween: Hey cease
Principalpoop: swing swing swing
EWeston: Ohms and Cease Yow!
DJTween: Hey P
ferretjoe: did a stretch in radio prison back in the day.
Zero Ohms: Hiya DJT!
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends
Principalpoop: hello texas
CS: hi all
Principalpoop: and all the ships at sea
Principalpoop: oh a canadian eh
Beet: Hey Poop
EWeston: Wave to Texas as it grandly floats away
Zero Ohms: I say live it or live with it....
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: THE COMPLETE NICK DANGER CASEBOOK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
Uh Clem: This is worker speaking, Hello...Herro...
Principalpoop: with a name like beet, you must like swing, basey or ellington?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't know if Texas will be floating anywhere considering how dry it's been, but Colorado might :/
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:10 PM and Bob (a lumber executive) waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: It just sounds like all boggies to me. Or boogles?
Beet: cut my teeth on those guys
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi mister executive
||||||||| Outside, the 9:10 PM downtown bus from St. Louis pulls away, leaving Mr. Bark Bark coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: my dad liked swing, my mom preferred cool jazz, they got divorced hehe
EWeston: Baja will no longer be a pennisula then?
Principalpoop: you are a lumberjack boss
Bob (a lumber executive): Ya know I've been up on this cross so long that it's good to come down to hear some Nick Danger
||||||||| Mary Devereaux steps in at 9:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Well I do like to press wild flowers
Principalpoop: hi nancy
DJTween: RufF Ruff, of course it's ruff in there!
CS: are you playing box of danger in order, tween?
DJTween: Hi Mary
||||||||| 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 firesignphil plummets into the garden at 9:12 PM.
Beet: Artie Shaw
DJTween: no cease
EWeston: But think of me in these stays and whalebone!
Principalpoop: he is not red, or i would think that is phil
DJTween: Hi Phil!!
CS: i wonder which phil it is?
DJTween: Proc asked for chat instructions
Principalpoop: give noobies time to open the radio, geesh
Zero Ohms: Who's had his Phil?
CS: hey tween, ossman told me today that he has never heard the bbc thing you played a few weeks ago
DJTween: Wow, kewl
EWeston: Well he's a wonder who ever he is
CS: so i'm using it on one of my rocket bozos shows
||||||||| pep pills pep pills sashays in at 9:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Beet: Welcome pep
EWeston: More coffins warden?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BOX OF DANGER: Frame Me Pretty” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html'
CS: one of the series of shows i'm gonna do is based on the bozo the clown 78s of my childhood.
Principalpoop: nice sashay, wow
||||||||| "9:14 PM? 9:14 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rococo should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rococo enters and sits on the couch.
CS: austin writes that they were a big influence on the Bozos album
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:15 PM and late as usual, it's BlindNewsboy, just back from Cleveland."
CS: austin's liner notes on the Mobile Fidelity CD re-issue of Bozos
Principalpoop: my sister was on the local bozo show, he was willard scott of weather fame
EWeston: Sounds better than the Roy Rogers, Dale Evans records I had at the time
DJTween: Hi Rococo
DJTween: Hi Newsboy
Principalpoop: oh no, rococo, ahh so
Beet: Hello Roc
||||||||| JUDYROBIN is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 9:16 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'greyhold', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:16 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Hi Grey
EWeston: What ever happenned to Patricia Zunt
Principalpoop: i wonder which voice phil with use in this chat...
Zero Ohms: Perhaps she's waiting in the sitting room
EWeston: A fedora
DJTween: FST members are supposed to have their nicks in red, but they have to know what nick to use
DJTween: Wish Merlyn was here
Principalpoop: should I wish for him tween?
CS: will she whistling in the Turner room or turning in the Whistler room?
DJTween: please do conjure him up, P
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: THE COMPLETE NICK DANGER CASEBOOK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
Principalpoop: hocus pocus let us all smokus, arrive oh M of the chat
EWeston: Sunting birds in the kennels probably
Principalpoop: open sesame?
EWeston: Immelman's mostly
Principalpoop: eddlemans, or whatever, the good donuts
Rococo: french tub-bubble water!
CS: i?
EWeston: Thanya Jebus!
Beet: Can't find a good donut where I am.
Principalpoop: me?
DJTween: stream going OK, everybody?
Principalpoop: no krispy kremes? weird
CS: I remember turnig on Magnolia Blvd in LA just as that line came on the radio
EWeston: If it was you hiding in the Rta's Eye
CS: seroius synchronicity
||||||||| Elayne-Wench enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
firesignphil: Yes, but I can't chat!!!
Elayne-Wench: Ahoy, mateys! It's Talk Like A (West Country) Pirate Day!
DJTween: Hey E
EWeston: Stream's very well loaded
CS: hi el
Principalpoop: did you wench your knee?
Beet: closest Krispy Kreme is near D. C.
CS: ahoy, el wench
Elayne-Wench: No peglegs here, Poop me boyo, but me charleyhorse is killin' me.
EWeston: AArrr!
Principalpoop: a desert wasteland, poor beet
Beet: Hi E
Elayne-Wench: I'm saunterin' about like I just had a keg o' rum.
DJTween: Well, it is Talk Like A Pirate Day, after all ;)
Elayne-Wench: Ahoy, Beet!
Uh Clem: Havatyou! Gezundheit!
||||||||| pep pills pep pills leaves at 9:23 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..."
Bob (a lumber executive): My son just came in and claims not to have any Egyptian cigarettes on him. Even asking, what's an Egyption cigarette? Oh them kids nowadays...
CS: better a keg than a leg
Elayne-Wench: "Frame Me Pretty" sounds like it's tailor-made for Talk Like A Pirate Day.
Beet: Desert Wasteland, West Virginia
Principalpoop: try talcum powder?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:24 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Elayne-Wench: Ahoy, Dex!
EWeston: Yee oldd emty leg keg.
CS: Probably cigarettes from Egypt
Zero Ohms: & found it guilty
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mary Devereaux - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| dr. dog - dead from The Plague
||||||||| EnlightenPrince - dead from the yaws
||||||||| melanie haber - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Serendiphany - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Hey, Dex
Principalpoop: the fong and E appeared, I was asking for M
Elayne-Wench: Poop me lad, if I could walk like that I wouldn't NEED ye talcum now, would I?
CS: hi dex
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and jimm sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| At 9:25 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne-Wench!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTween: Hi Jimmm
EWeston: Mystic powers still potent, but umpredictable eh?
||||||||| 9:25 PM: Elayne 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!"
Elayne: That's cleary enough of that.
Bob (a lumber executive): ggyxxxxx - not Globner's disease!
Principalpoop: buy a cape and a cane and the hell with it....
Elayne: I still have to find a pirate-related Silly Site but I don't think that'll present too much of a problem.
ferretjoe: gahhhh, still chocking on the talcum ppowder
firesignphil: OK. This technology doesn't show that my messages are being received...
Principalpoop: some guy is trying to break the guiness pirates in one place record this month in norfolk
EWeston: And don't forget, underwear on the outside
Mr. Bark Bark: What messages?
Principalpoop: that would be a fun site, I forgot to link it
firesignphil: AH! Wait a minute! Eats Electicity!!! Godzilla Dumn Tokyo!!!
CS: are you trying to send us messages, phil?
firesignphil: This is worse than trying to phone home...
Principalpoop: number please
EWeston: Well I see a firesignphil appearing. Isn't technology wonderful
CS: Tokyo not so dumb
DJTween: By jove, I think he's got it!
||||||||| Rococo rushes off, saying "9:28 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Number nine
firesignphil: So! I'm hear. Speak into my ear...
Dexter Fong: Is that your ear?
EWeston: You look more over there
Principalpoop: what famous television actor played a small part in the nick danger movie?
firesignphil: ESR! EAR!!!
CS: do we know who you are, firesignphil?
Dexter Fong: Looks like a Thomas edison Model grammarphone
||||||||| 9:29 PM: Trubbaman jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Mr. Bark Bark: He's too short to be a model
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:29 PM, dragging dr. dog by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
firesignphil: It's Rocky Rococco, you stupid fuels!
DJTween: Hi Trubb
DJTween: Hi Doggie
Principalpoop: who was the dog? sony, motorola? his masters voice...
dr. dog: Ruff
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'JAY', just granted probation at 9:29 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Zero Ohms: Yes, but do you know what THIS is?
CS: looking for more information for your autobiography?
EWeston: I'm a Boron based fuel!!!
firesignphil: Stop your stupid intercyber twatter and ask me a question!
DJTween: Hi Jay
Principalpoop: what is a 3 letter word for ass?
EWeston: How's Melissa?
ferretjoe: how can Iget there from here?
dr. dog: What gate?
CS: do you know when Firesign Theatre Radio will be launched, phil?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Bum
Uh Clem: Why DOES the porridge bird lay its egg in the air?
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
Principalpoop: no more calls we have a winner
Elayne: Phil who?
firesignphil: MELINDA is fine. She just returned from a film festival in Sactramento.
Mr. Bark Bark: Ah, excuse me, don't excuse me...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: THE COMPLETE NICK DANGER CASEBOOK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
Dexter Fong: Cat: Tonights phil is coming from San Jose, or so says Nino
CS: How's Melinda?
EWeston: I's so bad with names
Elayne: Oh my, Film Procmer! How are you, sir? Good to cyber-see you!!
Principalpoop: mepoop
CS: Only the 2nd time Profner has visited chat, and the first time he was searching for Ossman
Beet: Nice to see you, Phil
firesignphil: Melinda is very funny in a political comedy called "I'M Harry Clark", playing the festival circuit.
Bob (a lumber executive): Marcel Marceaux! Turn the volume up!
Mr. Bark Bark: Is that a big part?
Principalpoop: do you know the way to san jose, i've been away so long lalala
Elayne: Sending much love and luck her way!
Elayne: Mr. Bark Bark, please refrain from asking the celebrity overly personal questions.
firesignphil: My film, WINDOEW OF OPPORTUNITY should be distributed earl;y next year...
EWeston: I saw her walk off the stage she was sharing with you and David, she's impressive
Principalpoop: the troutville trout festival is next month
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Nabby inside, makes a note of the time (9:33 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: kewl, Phil :-)
DJTween: Hi Nabby
Mr. Bark Bark: Tell us about Widow of Opportunity!
Elayne: Phil, can you tell us what W of Op is about?
CS: have the 2 of you ever appeared in a film together?
firesignphil: I'm apparently having a spell.. The whole screen is spinning...
Nabby: Jello!
Zero Ohms: Yes, please, do tell!
firesignphil: Go to the website for details.
EWeston: Add "with" some where in there
CS: tell a vision, tell a vision
Mr. Bark Bark: You go to the website!
Principalpoop: opportunity knocking on the window instead of the door, a voyeurs story?
firesignphil: The website was designed by my daughter Kristin.
Elayne: Phil, you'll get through it, you're a terrific speller. In many languages.
CS: she has many talents, phil
Elayne: Is Kristin still in... I want to say, Scandanavia? So I will. Oop north?
firesignphil: I play a crooked comic character in this sexy thriller about a corrupt CEO.
Beet: Still doing voice work, Phil?
Mr. Bark Bark: Exellent
Mr. Bark Bark: (C)
Principalpoop: who here thinks scandinavia is a country? none, firesign fans are intelligent...
ferretjoe: a region, perhaps
EWeston: As much a country as Africa!
Mr. Bark Bark: I thought it was Nabby's mammy.
Principalpoop: ahh more reality tv stuff
Nabby: Hey....
Dexter Fong: Scandinavia is an area, not nesessarily errogenous
Uh Clem: Now I think I'll hold it over here
firesignphil: Kristin lives in Westwood with her hubby, Geoff who is an exec at the Dish network. They have a son and daughter -- my grandkids. Go to my Facebook page, or Kristin's for details.
Elayne: Just so, Dex. That's what I was going for.
Nabby: Scandahoovia.
CS: i remember eating at the Scandia restaurant in LA. Nixon was at a nearby table
Elayne: Thanks Phil, it's been awhile. I still remember Kristin as a child...
EWeston: I love how they do pastries
Nabby: Nixon *sigh*
Principalpoop: westwood, isn't that the place with the androids and the bald guy?
dr. dog: Scandapictura
Dexter Fong: I love how they do pasties
EWeston: Finest kind!
Nabby: I love spinning pastries!
Zero Ohms: Catherwood, get my hat. I'm outta here. Good to 'see' you, Phil!
||||||||| Catherwood gets hat i'm outta here good to 'see' you phil.
Principalpoop: they still make pasties?
EWeston: Ohms away
Elayne: Phil, which site? Are you referring to Planet Proctor, or a I outdated once again?
dr. dog: Kindest find!
Uh Clem: And goat?
DJTween: See you next time, Zero
dr. dog: Offended... And you?
Mr. Bark Bark: I was "outdated" once, I didn't know the guy was a cop.
EWeston: They may still make furkins as well
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
Nabby: Arf.
Principalpoop: i did not know I was raped until the check bounced...
Mr. Bark Bark: (e)
EWeston: Damn those credit limits
Nabby: Thanks for the feed, btw. It's still warm!
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Trubbaman - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| jimm - dead from the common cold
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| BlindNewsboy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| greyhold - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: the 2nd half of life is all you've got
dr. dog: But you never know when you've gotten there
firesignphil: My last messages are not getting through...
ferretjoe: but i was waiting for the 3rd period.
dr. dog: Study Hall!
CS: tech problems, phil?
Principalpoop: wait, ahh, ok, you never know what you've got until its gone
firesignphil: There! Kristin's mom still lives in Oslo.
||||||||| "9:41 PM? I'm late!" exclaims JAY, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
ferretjoe: or the electrician, whice ever occurs first
dr. dog: Mercury's retrograde, Phil
firesignphil: I'm playing Nixon in a crazy pseudodocumentary about Sammy Davis Jr.
Principalpoop: Oslo, that would be Sweden, one of those scandinavian countries hehe
Mr. Bark Bark: Now THAT sounds fun.
dr. dog: Short communications between spiritual brothers are compromised
EWeston: A lovely country, by all accounts
Nabby: Neato!
Mr. Bark Bark: Norway.
dr. dog: Oslo that ends lo
firesignphil: NORWAY, you geographically challenged loons!
CS: my cousins were there recently, said it was the most expensive city in Europe
Principalpoop: keep saying you are not a crook, and the V signs hehe
EWeston: Any Rat Pack inclusions?
Mr. Bark Bark: THere's an echo in here!
dr. dog: Or the highway!
Principalpoop: Denmark? Finland?
Nabby: Echo?
firesignphil: This is like fucking monkeys in a barrel...
Nabby: It is!
firesignphil: Can't we please just get along?
dr. dog: Hellsinki Yes
CS: doing it hurricane style?
Dexter Fong: Is it their turn already?
firesignphil: Helsinki is in FINLSAND you idiot!
dr. dog: Hey, you startewd it, Rocky
Principalpoop: I was thinking of Helsikini
Mr. Bark Bark: Show her a Canadian sunset!
Bob (a lumber executive): Ain't norway... Orslo they said
firesignphil: Lots of sand in Finland...
Nabby: And how.
Elayne: Norway. Thank you. Not, apparently, a Scandanavian country? :)
DJTween: LOL Phil
EWeston: Hell's bikini? Don't be absurd!
dr. dog: We know that Phil... the river has moved on
Mr. Bark Bark: Maybe he meant "orzo."
firesignphil: Her hubby Greoff's dad, Gordon, is presently th Canadian ambassador to the UK.
ferretjoe: dont forget the black metal,
Elayne: But yes, last I followd Kristin that's where she lived. I'm so so old now. You, of course, are eternally young, Mr. P.
Mr. Bark Bark: How does an old man like you stay alive?
firesignphil: She's 34 and I'm 73. What happened?
dr. dog: Wow it's just like one of the old radio shows
CS: No longer the premier of British Columbia.
Nabby: I'm only 3 1/2 years old.
Principalpoop: we are all diplomats here, diplo easy clean mats
firesignphil: No, he's knot. He severed that tie...
EWeston: Get an eyefull
dr. dog: In lots of theatres now
Elayne: She can't be 34. That would make me-- oh dear...
DJTween: You're quite the tech wizard for your age, Nabby
Principalpoop: I'm a frayed knot
CS: 73 seems a lot closer to me than 34
Nabby: To slip or slip knot.....
EWeston: Gettin old as my mother
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my look at the time! I'll be late for my bridge club!
firesignphil: I stay young by staying active. Writing, acting, exercising, excorsising...
Principalpoop: the old sheet slip, sheep slit
CS: do you have a deadline for the autobiography, phil?
Nabby: I'm no lizard you must be joking.
ferretjoe: seems i've come to the end of my rope
Elayne: When we visited Robin's family in England a few weeks back for his dad's 90th, there were grand-nieces who looked like their moms as Robin remembered them. It's downright disconcerting.
Principalpoop: K3WL
firesignphil: You've come to the end of your THREAD, at least
Nabby: Excellent Phil.
EWeston: Thia a not in it springhad
dr. dog: What, no interesting newspaper articles?
||||||||| dr. dog departs at 9:47 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers George Tirebiter into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:47 PM, then departs.
firesignphil: My collaborator is in NYC right now, investigating publishing possibilities...
DJTween: Hello George
Dexter Fong: I love Danger meets ET
Nabby: Shake that thing!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Not Ed in through the front door at 9:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
CS: i hope you get it published. there's certainly a fan base waiting to read it
Not Ed: Hey, those are my Cues
Principalpoop: ahh new york, the big apple, broadway, the neon lights are bright
Nabby: Yepsk.
firesignphil: Thanks, Dex, I wrote that episode...
||||||||| 9:49 PM: girl delighter jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dexter Fong: Thank *you* phil...Cleveland Indians lol
Principalpoop: No Nurse, I told you to prick his boil...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BOX OF DANGER: The Case Of The Missing General” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html'
firesignphil: Who wants to play a round of squat tag in the asparagus field?
EWeston: I can't keep my cat out of them Moleskin's
Dexter Fong: Amish eh?
Not Ed: OK, I'll get my entrenching tool
Principalpoop: i'll get the rhubarb
firesignphil: Amish my relatives. One of the chapters in the boooook
EWeston: You'd cast the first asparagus?
firesignphil: I'm too freen to do that.
Principalpoop: faugh
firesignphil: GREEN!!!
Dexter Fong: Why is it when you whiz after eating asparagus...?
Not Ed: OK, there she gooooooosa
Bob (a lumber executive): Need to go Drop my Load on the Giant Toad and get me some of them Ma Rainey's Moleskin Cookies
CS: you used mr. liverface in the london show. i asked DO earlier if the Firesigns owned that production. He seemed to think so.
EWeston: Then its code two rules!
firesignphil: It's the vitamin B-12, I think. Better than bees in your head...
CS: Want to use it on one of my shows for Firesign Theatre Radio
Nabby: Phone. Have to sign off. Great to see everyone! Cheers Phil. Keep em flying!
ferretjoe: or sleeping with your wife, the bees that is
Principalpoop: ciao nabby
EWeston: There's chips in those Bees
firesignphil: Your minds ae all too quick to communicate by keyboard. Can't we set up a mind meld in the future???
Principalpoop: i was just about to say that
Not Ed: good idea
CS: i could use a tuna melt about now
Rufus_T_Firetween: Maybe Merlyn can write a MindChat interface
Elayne: Phil, you'd just sign on as Nino and boggle us all.
Dexter Fong spreads his fingers in a Spokian manner and grasps his cathode ray tube
Elayne: Don't touch that tube!
EWeston: I'll bring the Vulcan Patty Melt.
ferretjoe: put that away, Dexter
CS: yes, merl and doc tech are choosing the wrong time not to be on chat
Principalpoop: but then we have no cheese for graduate students of the future to analyze
firesignphil: The British show might be made available...
Dexter Fong: Don't forget the Cardassian Cocktail
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from The Plague
||||||||| bob - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: I'll text Doc Tech, see where he is.
CS: does one need permission from the BBC, Phil?
firesignphil: Probably. But who cares?
Principalpoop: damn you cat, a tuna melt does sound good now
Dexter Fong: E: He's playing with his balls ...playing with hispool balls
Not Ed: I can't rememm
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please melt a tuna for P
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Rufus_T_Firetween and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
Elayne: He can still say hi via smartphone, Dex, at least I think so.
Principalpoop: ummm yum thanks, still hot
Dexter Fong: E: If his phone was so smart, he'd already be here
firesignphil: All right, dear friends, this was fun, but Melinda is cooking up something wonderful so it's time to say bi-bi and LET'S EAT!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please give PrincP a tuna melt
||||||||| Catherwood gets princp a tuna melt.
Not Ed: Special groat clusters, those are
CS: thanks for stopping by, phil
Dexter Fong: Night Phil and thanks
Rufus_T_Firetween: Great to see you, Phil :-)
Principalpoop: another one? ok!
ferretjoe: honored to be in your cyber-presence, Phil
Beet: 'bye phil please come back again
EWeston: Love yah Phil bye!
Principalpoop: bon ap, break a leg in all your endeavours
||||||||| Uh Clem walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BOX OF DANGER: Nick Danger Meets E.T.” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html'
Elayne: What? Leaving? Aww... take care, Phil!
||||||||| Uh Clem has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:58 PM.
firesignphil: Love you all. Visit Planet Proctor and Stay Tuned.
late: mmmm 3 faces of al?
CS: we will, phil
Principalpoop: he loves me, he really loves me, in sally field voice
DJTween: check the banner, late
late: no, sounds like et
Elayne: Doc Tech says he's in a 9-ball match, but wanted me to say hi.
Principalpoop: shoot the 3 then the 5 in the corner doc
Not Ed: this ain't no ticker-tape parade baby
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Not Ed: so that's it
EWeston: A private duct tape parade?
Dexter Fong: Depends what you mean by *it*
Not Ed: well, I , ummmm
Principalpoop: who's got it?
Not Ed: I thought I did
ferretjoe: beats talcum powder
EWeston: Verner Von Hardhat?
Principalpoop: nothing beats talcum powder, but ok
Principalpoop: Who is the It girl now? milly miley, what is her name?
Not Ed: I think he was referring to "BEETS" Talcum power
EWeston: Beat any soap stone, plenties talcom power
ferretjoe: not even a naugahyde- covered mongoose?
Not Ed: the best brand I know]
EWeston: That's a dangerous choice there
Principalpoop: his christmas tree finger
Elayne: Sorry, must go stretch the hammy (that's what the kids are calling it). Next week, all!
||||||||| At 10:04 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTween: lol E
Principalpoop: eat spinich for the iron, good luck E
||||||||| Outside, the 10:04 PM bus from Bronx pulls away, leaving Nancy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Bu Buy Elyane
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:05 PM and late as usual, it's Dick_Wrench, just back from Springfield."
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
CS: by el
Dick_Wrench: arrr.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BOX OF DANGER: Back From The Shadows” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html'
Not Ed: lookin' for a big box, Dick?
Principalpoop: dog wants out, brb
DJTween: Arrrr Dick
EWeston: Sing Frigate Matilda!
DJTween: Hello Nancy
Dick_Wrench: Let's do it 'urricane style!
EWeston: After Poop's dog leaves
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: THE COMPLETE NICK DANGER CASEBOOK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
Dexter Fong: Sorry, Dick..the monkeys have the barrel tonight
ferretjoe: metric, standard, or whitworth?
Not Ed: I would but this barrlell is full of monkeys
Not Ed: whoa, Dex - that was cool
EWeston: Rivets are today's trend.
Dexter Fong: EW: Monkeys is always cool
CS: Monkey responsible for Nick Danger and the case of the missing yolks
Dexter Fong: Sounds like Nick is over the Edge
Dick_Wrench: Given the holiday, shouldn't it be Nick Dangarrrrrrrrrr?
EWeston: Not with a rivet gun they're not
Beet: I'm having deja vu
DJTween: ** My apologies - I tried to cue up another track and it started to load :/
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| firesignphil - dead from the common cold
||||||||| George Tirebiter - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: My bad
Dexter Fong: I'm having audio interuptus
Dick_Wrench: there's a cream for that
CS: Michael Nesmith produced it.
||||||||| floatsuptothesurface enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
late: wow dejavu
Dexter Fong: Another monkey reference?
EWeston: More like a meta vue
DJTween: Hi Float
EWeston: That monkey was never meant to fly
Beet: I sit corrected
floatsuptothesurface: Greetings Friends
Dexter Fong: EW: Actually, he didn't fly..he was only a passenger
EWeston: Allo sailor
CS: you just missed Proctor, floats
CS: Chat's been going on for 18 years and it was his first chat.
Dick_Wrench: avast, floats!
EWeston: He didn't get his co-pilot sign off?
floatsuptothesurface: imagine that...
CS: but maybe not last
Dexter Fong: EW: He was on the no-fly list
Beet: It was very cool having him here even for a few minutes
EWeston: A terrorist monkey, or did he try to bite someone at the air port?
Dexter Fong: EW: An IRS problem, something about unreported tin cup earnings
floatsuptothesurface: yeah, it's like having your own personal celebrity
||||||||| Catherwood leads Terry in through the front door at 10:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
CS: indeed, beet
Beet: I laugh every time Peter says "SHADDUP"
ferretjoe: i thought it was Bieber-related
EWeston: Late with the tax free paper work um?
DJTween: Hi Terry
Dexter Fong: EW: that, and an unregistered organ
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: THE COMPLETE NICK DANGER CASEBOOK” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
Beet: I hear corn starch
floatsuptothesurface: So, why is it that i'm unable to get the live stream?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Dexter Fong: Tech call for mr Tween
Bob (a lumber executive): bruhaha??
EWeston: Register organs, not guns!
late: damned catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside late and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, late!"
Uh Clem: what?
DJTween: What OS are you using, Float?
floatsuptothesurface: Win 7
DJTween: Clicking on the link should open it with some app
DJTween: Do you have windows Media Player? Try pasting the link directly
Beet: sit here in the waiting room
floatsuptothesurface: Yeah , So I tried that, All I got was an open app from a media player
floatsuptothesurface: yeah Ok, I seldom use that
CS: better than putting on weight by sitting in a room
Dexter Fong: float: you should get it with winamp..if you have that
Dick_Wrench: or studying trees.
Principalpoop: back, try quicktime lol
EWeston: Sitting in banna splits
late: what?
EWeston: I was very attached to them
Uh Clem: VLC people...
Dexter Fong: the bananas?
floatsuptothesurface: flip flop...it's back to the shadows again...
DJTween: VLC's a great program
EWeston: At the wrists and ankles
Uh Clem: at the wrists and ankles?
DJTween: plays all sorts of formats, and does some neat tricks
Uh Clem: There's an echo in here
EWeston: I have simple taste's
Principalpoop: Put down that pickle
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'z', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Dick_Wrench: What kind of chump do you take me for?
Principalpoop: first class
EWeston: Your a loser pickle, nobody likes you nyah!
DJTween: Hi z
ferretjoe: first class
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
z: hello
Principalpoop: you calling me a folk?
CS: greetings zed
Principalpoop: folk you
ferretjoe: with real glycerin vibrafoam
EWeston: Reproduction by fission can lead to this.
z: hello
Dick_Wrench: Must go, I need to help Porcelain make the bed...
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| girl delighter - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Nancy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Hi z
||||||||| "Hey Dick_Wrench!" ... Dick_Wrench turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:25 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Night DW
EWeston: And there goes my borrowed wrench, bye.
Dexter Fong: Was it your Monkey wrench, EW?
floatsuptothesurface: Well gang, it's been real! And It's been nice..but it could have been "real nice" Calling up the sandman! Gnight All!
Principalpoop: bye you
Beet: Signing out. Thanks Tween. 'Bye all.
Dexter Fong: Night departees
ferretjoe: night all
EWeston: He never lets me near it. I have to print my wrenches online these days
EWeston: Bye floater
Principalpoop: the city of lost horizons
ferretjoe: thanks all, GTG
Principalpoop: where's ruth?
EWeston: It moved to a lower rent district
Principalpoop: l8er dude
Principalpoop: el maximo
||||||||| Outside, the 10:29 PM uptown bus from Seattle pulls away, leaving Bunnyboy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Bunnyboy: Ahhrrrr!
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
CS: Hi bunny
Bunnyboy: So, we had a Proctor On Board?
CS: first time, bun
Principalpoop: yes
EWeston: Another talk like a pirate reffuge
Principalpoop: a rapier like wit
EWeston: More subtle than saber like wit. Its all in the wrists you know
Principalpoop: boom
Principalpoop: i went nuclear
EWeston: And made a mess?
Principalpoop: plutoniumum everywhere
Principalpoop: primate defective
Uh Clem: 238? We need more, now.
DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: We'll send the contractor. Hold your breath for a while
Principalpoop: 1 after 909
Uh Clem: I need aluminium and magnausium
EWeston: Don't think of hiccups!
Bunnyboy: Lookin' for Uncle Tonouse, on Netflix. Always heard the refs, never seen Conried, as the character.
DJTween: He's doing Gracie LOL
||||||||| 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 gozmo falls out at 10:37 PM.
DJTween: Hi gozmo
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
CS: how are things in seattle, bun?
Principalpoop: staring at my thumb
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from measles
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| floatsuptothesurface - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Terry - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: seattle has a thumb?
Bunnyboy: Warm and cozy.
EWeston: Its around here, I can smell it.
CS: Fumiyo thinks this will be our last summer-like day.
Principalpoop: autumn?
Principalpoop: or fall?
EWeston: Dega View
Principalpoop: what language is autumn?
DJTween: a painting by Degas, EW?
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
Principalpoop: sierra del dega
Principalpoop: and boy are my arms tired
CS: i want to use that goat tobacco ad on my next animal show
EWeston: Nick seemed to be viewing his last scene
Principalpoop: i have to put the cabash on using that cabash cs
EWeston: If only the Hoov could have embraced his female side
DJTween: Herb 'The Cleaner' Hoover lol
Principalpoop: When will we start electing crossdressers to elected office?
DJTween: you don't like naked crosses?
EWeston: Think a couple countries have
Principalpoop: yum hot cross buns
Bunnyboy: Altman's NASHVILLE, on Criterion Blu/DVD, in December.
Principalpoop: i don't want to have to fool with wearing makeup, that is my only concern
DJTween: I need to see that movie
EWeston: And then there's the double crossdressors
DJTween: Heard it's really good
||||||||| 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'
EWeston: Maybe Eddie Izard will run for parliment
DJTween: Izzard's a trip
CS: altman made a lot of good flicks
Principalpoop: milton berle started it
EWeston: And tastefull
Principalpoop: flip wilson, lots have done it
CS: i heard eddie on canadian radio show a few days ago, said he want to run for mayor of london
DJTween: Brewster McCloud is a favorite
Principalpoop: hoorah
EWeston: Shakespears time and further back
Principalpoop: yes altman is a genius
CS: MASH is my fave
Principalpoop: that was for fun, i mean for real hehe
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| gozmo - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Yep Kelly's Heros was fun too, though not an Altman work
CS: lol
Principalpoop: maybe they are Republicans....
CS: good work as always, tween
Principalpoop: thank you tween texas one
Uh Clem: well done - good show!
late: thanks man, later
EWeston: Its so easy to be labelled a RINO these days
DJTween: fun as always :)
Bunnyboy: BREWSTER McCLOUD available from Warner Archive. Also on Warner Archive Instant.
||||||||| Uh Clem 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..."
EWeston: See you all later
Principalpoop: it was a line from kellys heros, but yes
||||||||| "10:56 PM? I'm late!" exclaims EWeston, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Principalpoop: reading wikiwiki, autumn and fall also used to be called harvest...
||||||||| "Hey DJTween!" ... DJTween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Principalpoop: because it was, yes, the harvest season hehe
CS: off we fly
||||||||| CS leaves to catch the 10:58 PM train to British Columbia.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween rushes off, saying "10:58 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: must be the bus, best for all
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Bunnyboy: Yuppers. Off we go!
Bob (a lumber executive): Trying to find out where do you go when you're Toad Away...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:59 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bob (a lumber executive): Well, toodles y'all
Dexter Fong: They're gone...they're real gone too
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:19 PM: < the third eye> jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| 11:23 PM: dweezil 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!"
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| z - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Bob (a lumber executive) - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
dweezil: I'm not hearing the show
||||||||| FreqMan bounds in at 11:37 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
FreqMan: yeah - i know - I saw the announcement on facebook so I had to drip in
||||||||| JeffinLondon steals in around 11:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
FreqMan: late
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| < the third eye> - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
FreqMan: so.. not much chatting going on... hmmmm
FreqMan: ok..
FreqMan: night all
||||||||| FreqMan leaves at 11:43 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 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dweezil - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JeffinLondon - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 2:43 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 2:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - 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:
firesignphil
Beet
Bob (a lumber executive)
bob
Bunnyboy
CS
david yerka
Dexter Fong
Dick_Wrench
DJTween
dr. dog
dweezil
Elayne
Elayne-Wench
EnlightenPrince
EWeston
ferretjoe
floatsuptothesurface
FreqMan
JUDYROBIN
late
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
Not Ed
Principalpoop
Rococo
Rufus_T_Firetween
Serendiphany
squeeze_the_wheeze
Uh Clem
z
Zero Ohms
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
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