A Firesign Chat
10/17/2013




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||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for October 17, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:18 PM, dragging EWeston by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:19 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. Listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: Ed, do you use Skype regularly and _not_ have this problem?
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EWeston - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:42 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from Massachusetts."
||||||||| 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 Rufus_T_Firetween plummets into the garden at 8:42 PM.
||||||||| late tiptoes in around 8:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'revjim', just granted probation at 8:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Lil: That's Vermont actually, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Lil
Lil: lol
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ironyengine in through the front door at 8:43 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Lil: Hiya Tweeny old boy
late: howdy
DJTween: Herro all :)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers duhsaint into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'duhsaint', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:46 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Hi saint
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:47 PM and Uh, Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi clem
duhsaint: Hi to all my fellow bozonians
late: are you going to break the president tonight?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ChefFrank close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and Vanwall bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Uh, Clem: Hi, All. Anyone seen Doctor Memory?
DJTween: Hi Chef
DJTween: Hi Van
DJTween: I forget
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:49 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
ChefFrank: Hi DJ
DJTween: Hi Ed
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'uh clem', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Vanwall: And I'm here to swim the English Channel!
DJTween: better greece first
EWeston: Hi Tweeney our conversation continued till I reset my computer. Sounds like the problem is on my end
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing '''Bob''', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:51 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: OK Ed, we'll get it worked out
DJTween: Hi Bob
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beet close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:51 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'tenebrae23', just granted probation at 8:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Beet, tene
Beet: Here we go. Hello everyone.
''Bob'': I actually remembered in time this week! Dr. Memory, indeed...
Beet: Are we all heaving a collective sigh that the bozos didn't collapse the country they give lip service to? Appropriate song, too..
late: helpless - what a happy song
tenebrae23: I just can't get away from probation. Thanks Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood gets away from probation thanks.
''Bob'': Last I checked, the bozos are still spending recklessly, making war, and arresting potheads... so, no.
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| revjim - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Business as usual
tenebrae23: Hope all is well with everyone.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (8:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Nice weather in Austin
DJTween: Hey Dex
Beet: Hi, Fong
tenebrae23: Nice weather here in Plano, TX too
EWeston: Lex says howdy Dex
Vanwall: Nice and sunny on the outside.
Beet: Raining in West Virginia
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween and Beet
Beet: What's the weatehr in Woodstock?
DJTween: You guys been getting any rain up there in the Dallas area, tenebrae?
tenebrae23: CSN Greatest Hits, I'm surmising.
tenebrae23: Just a little. It has stopped for now.
DJTween: We got so much down here that they had to close down the last day of the ACLfest
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and Pico & Alvarado steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
late: what is this yasgur's farm you sing of?
Beet: Back to the Garden indeed
tenebrae23: Gimme da grape.
Beet: Hey, Pico
DJTween: Deja Vu, tenebrae
Dexter Fong: Howdy EW
DJTween: remastered
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (CSNY) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: oops, forgot to change the banner
||||||||| bilking enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Principalpoop enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Beet: Sounding particukarly nice
DJTween: Hey P
EWeston: Hey Pooper
Dexter Fong: Hi Poop
Beet: Howdy Poop
Principalpoop: howdydoo
tenebrae23: I'm only million year old carbon.
DJTween: Hi bilking
Principalpoop: so far?
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'BluesTraveler', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Pico & Alvarado: greetings dear friends
DJTween: Hi Traveler
Dexter Fong: Hi P&A
Beet: Welcome Blues
tenebrae23: Evenin'
EWeston: From a very young super nova tene?
BluesTraveler: greetings to all firesign fans.
Pico & Alvarado: Mr Fong, always nice to see you.How are things?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 17, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
tenebrae23: Not so super. It was a plain old nova.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Ontario pulls away, leaving Catherwood coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Pico & Alvarado: 9 pm
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers roary into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:00 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hey Cat
DJTween: Hi roary
tenebrae23: Ahh, Bergman.
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Beet: Hi Cat
Principalpoop: there he is
roary: honk honk
Cat: Hi all
EWeston: Most our carbon is around 4 billion years old is all
Pico & Alvarado: the cat
Cat: you'
Cat: you're back, dex
||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| CeeJayHey steps in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cat: ive been listening to your voice a lot of late, on red shift
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Beet: I haven't received any anthrax in the mail for quite awhile
Cat: using it on my 20th show
Pico & Alvarado: got anthrax?
Cat: hi shoes
Principalpoop: thanks, now the nsa is doubly recording this
BluesTraveler: Is the chat session with Phil Proctor archived anywhere?
Vanwall: I only get random powders in the mail.
EWeston: Got Flavin!
Principalpoop: in the cheese logs
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny, what have you done with Rufus?
''Bob'': I guess your joke was a bomb, Beet.
Cat: i dont have that album, tween
Beet: What moniker is the NSA using on this chat?
Vanwall: Unhappy macnam
Principalpoop: it is me, noo, it is cat
Beet: Bozos is my favorite album
BluesTraveler: Yes, love the Bozos.
EWeston: Look for a lot of nooooes
Principalpoop: rolling, take one
tenebrae23: Long in the leaf and short in the can
Cat: i got the album in the mail when i first went to japan in the summer of 71
shoes for the dead: i got the sticker for my 51 chevy bus
||||||||| uh clem is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 9:05 PM.
Pico & Alvarado: pass me one next...
EWeston: I'd like to take one two
Cat: it was even stranger than japan, and a lot more therapeutic
Beet: Can you only answer a question "no"?
BluesTraveler: Noooooooo
Principalpoop: it is right around the corner
Pico & Alvarado: the future is in the past
||||||||| 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 carlos danger plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM.
Beet: Then you can answer a question "yes"
BluesTraveler: Is there really a Dutch Elm St.? If not, should be.
Principalpoop: dutch elm street
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:06 PM, dragging henderson by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
EWeston: I can answer a question Fred
shoes for the dead: except the future isn't free
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” - 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 >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html'
Principalpoop: lonesome beet?
Vanwall: When some folksy-singer guy openend for Firesign Theater at ASU once, the entire front couple of rows were full of Bozos with noses. The singersaid "I hope you aren't here for me!" Bozoness continued thrigh his act.
roary: people get lost on Dutch St because it splits
Beet: Did somebody say my name?
CeeJayHey: So Fine!
''Bob'': To be fair, the present ain't free, either.
Principalpoop: the whispering squash
EWeston: Yes Satan?
BluesTraveler: What have I got to lose?
Cat: good story, vanwall
Principalpoop: fuck a duck
Beet: Who have I got to lose?
EWeston: Screw a pigeon
shoes for the dead: sqeek sqeek
Principalpoop: the sun
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
tenebrae23: Let us pause
shoes for the dead: luttuce paws
Cat: thanks tween
EWeston: Lettus prey
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Uh, Clem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| At 9:10 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, bilking!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
shoes for the dead: lettuce spray
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus, glad to see you're still here
shoes for the dead: for guidance
Principalpoop: you gotta start young, if you are going to stick it out
late: oh god hear it comes
Cat: hi merl
Vanwall: They got on the local progressive station, KDKB, and named it Krazy Dog, Krazy Boy, for advertizing. "At 93.3 FFFMMM, and 1510 if you am. And we am."
Merlyn: hey there it's yogi bear
DJTween: TCotRW a fun compilation, like All Things Firesign
Principalpoop: we are already there
Vanwall: Yays the future
Beet: Incredible illusion. Very real.
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
EWeston: Naughty lettuce
Principalpoop: hey M
Beet: No shoes
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| Mudhead steps in at 9:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: up against the wall of science
Vanwall: He' be right in line with airport security now
Principalpoop: hey mudhead
DJTween: Hey Muddy
||||||||| Catherwood ushers mitch into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
shoes for the dead: hi Mud
EWeston: MH allo
Dexter Fong: Hiya Mudhead
DJTween: Hi mitch
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
Pico & Alvarado: yellow line to wall of science
late: aren't we all up against the wall?
Principalpoop: tank you
DJTween: quite certainly, late
Mudhead: hi all
Beet: And my wife
Dexter Fong: Thanks again, Rufus but keep a low profile so that Tweeny doesn't ban you
shoes for the dead: the lumps part is real science
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!
Principalpoop: the technical vastness of the future
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Mr. President', just granted probation at 9:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween ducks and covers
Beet: Rock groups
DJTween: Hello Mr. President
Principalpoop: the arrogant kenenyan
Mr. President: Hey all
EWeston: And the halfvassed confines of politics
Vanwall: I went to a as many of their concerts as I could, living in the stinking desert. Saw all their short films in theatres.
late: damned sponges
shoes for the dead: only half, EW?
Vanwall: I don't have skype-ability.
Beet: Mr. President careful you don't get broken.
DJTween: tiny animal plants?
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: politics, poly ticks, many blood-sucking bugs
Mr. President: Where can I get a job?
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze enters at 9:15 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Mudhead: We go from manufactered crisis to manufactered crisis; who says we don't make things in America anymore?
EWeston: Give them another year to mature
Beet: edible plants
Mr. President: Mudhead FTW
squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry so late i forgot to inflate my shoes
shoes for the dead: or rot like a cheese log
Cat: I think I've seen them maybe a dozen times over the years, but i've appeared far too often on your show already, tween.
late: you like worm-filled cheese logs too?
EWeston: There's a fine line between mature, and rotten
Mr. President: I never had the pleasure of a live show.
Principalpoop: wine and other stuff get better with age
DJTween: Would love to have you on again, Cat :)
Mr. President: I do have large chunks of the records burned into the place in my brain where common sense should be.
Dexter Fong: Cat: lol
EWeston: Few polititians do
DJTween: Always stuff to talk about with FST
shoes for the dead: ya but wine can turn to vinegar
Cat: and you never will, most likely, mr p
Beet: I would enjoy interesting stories of personal interactions with any/all of the guys from the chat people
Mr. President: Speaking of wine, I love the bit from NPR about wine.
Vanwall: Their live hows were amazing. Plus you get play call and response with the principal of More Science High.
Principalpoop: we must have hope, alito will mellow, i gave up on scalia
Cat: proc said on recent interview that there would be no more tours
EWeston: Cheese can turn to spackle
DJTween: yeah, that's sad :/
Cat: minus bergman-minus firesgin
DJTween: He will still be doing theater around the country though
shoes for the dead: sounds like an old dorm trick, EW
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ahgary in through the front door at 9:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Vanwall: Did anyone catch there appearence on David Susskind's show? Hilarity ensued.
DJTween: Don't think he precluded the possibility of them doing some more recordings
DJTween: Hi gary
tenebrae23: Hey...I'm in Plano.
EWeston: Ok someone talked.
late: plano?
''Bob'': I never got the "half a key" joke until I saw Nick Danger performed live...
||||||||| 9:19 PM: El Poptart jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTween: Sure didn't Van. One can only imagine...
DJTween: Hi poptart
Cat: no malmburg?
tenebrae23: That always used to freak us out.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
||||||||| 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 Joe_Cool gets out at 9:20 PM.
ahgary: hello folks
DJTween: Hi Joe
shoes for the dead: tex or Ill, ten?
Principalpoop: they have a peanut butter poptart now, but it tastes strange
Mudhead: I used to buy a quarter key
Vanwall: The pretended their mikes were cutting out, and kept 'talking' to Susskind, who wasn't in on the joke.
tenebrae23: Where's Princess Goddess?
tenebrae23: Texas
EWeston: Hey folker
Principalpoop: 4 finger O Z, oh yes
late: yngwie malmsteen?
Mr. President: Van, is that stuff on YouTube?
Cat: i have seen it, van. it is delightful
Beet: Where can we see the Susskind show?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Blue Moss into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:21 PM, then departs.
El Poptart: mo-squee-toes
late: straight ahead!
Principalpoop: straight ahead
Vanwall: I dunno, I hope it's preserve somewhere.
Mr. President: Is that Tommy Smothers?
shoes for the dead: live with it
EWeston: Watch him, he may turn green
Principalpoop: Is who Tommy Smothers?
Beet: What is a "strone"
late: this part is just sad these days
||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "um, jim should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as um, jim enters and sits on the divan.
Mr. President: Smothers Brothers
DJTween: Hi jim, moss
Mr. President: Ah, youngsters here, I see
EWeston: A rotten shruum
Vanwall: They would do hilarious commercials on radio when they ere in town, but those are prolly gone.
BluesTraveler: I always thought it sounded like Tom
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
ahgary: i've met dick smothers. gad, that sounds like a joke
Cat: beet, words are alternately pronounced
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Cat: they play with sound
||||||||| mahi enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
late: secretary of failure... god
El Poptart: chuck-o
Vanwall: Yes, cat it was so fun to watch Susskind's reactions.
Principalpoop: Peele and Kay should do a smothers brothers remake
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:24 PM and late as usual, it's Roadcluster, just back from Freeport."
DJTween: Hi mahi
EWeston: Dick raced for a few years. Formula A
DJTween: Hi cluster
DJTween: Wow, didn't know that Ed
Nabby: Where are the humans, officer?
Beet: POWER!
Cat: that's quite early in theri career, isn't it?
shoes for the dead: hi Nabby
ahgary: met him at mich international speedway, he was a driver
Nabby: hi shoes
Principalpoop: please state your name
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mitch - dead from measles
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Catherwood - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| roary - dead from the yaws
||||||||| carlos danger - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| henderson - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: 69, I saw him up near Seattle,
Mudhead: mass dye off
late: where's uh clem? we need him to break something
Mr. President: No flashers, please
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
BluesTraveler: How many shoes for industry references are there?
El Poptart: oh the humanity
Nabby: Barney!
shoes for the dead: Jeeum
Cat: or oh, the sadaharu
Mr. President: Ironic, we thought Nixon was bad.
Roadcluster: Jim
ahgary: i ordered "shiboleth" months ago, never showed up yet
Dexter Fong: The Susskind show and many other FST appearances are in the possesion of Tom Gedwillo courtesy of Space Shop Al
Principalpoop: its the bees and spiders again
CeeJayHey: It's the Bees and Spiders again . . .
Vanwall: Jim class
Nabby: He wasn't bad he was awful.
Dexter Fong: Space Ship
late: damned bees
Vanwall: Thnks, Dex
EWeston: Never trust them near a police lock
Mr. President: The teaspooners make him look like a Boy Scout
BluesTraveler: He's jiving me.
Cat: no bees=no us
El Poptart: jivin again
||||||||| Whispering Wind enters at 9:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing '2bsmart', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Nabby: Do bees have knees? like....12?
Mudhead: teaspooners, no bees = shutstorm
shoes for the dead: read to...
ahgary: Just roll a couple of bombers
Roadcluster: Uh Clem
late: things could get weird here
Nabby: hello
Mr. President: I thought that was re-do
Mr. President: Hello, worker
El Poptart: h4x
shoes for the dead: amrad
EWeston: ROLL OUT the BOMMbers
Dexter Fong: I rolled a stealth bomber. put it down and couldn't find it again
Principalpoop: i believe in fiscal responsiblity, lets vote against the debt limit and ruin our credit rating...
Roadcluster: Use your entrenching tool
late: flip flop?
Whispering Wind: Love the Bozos album. Was my first intro to F/T
Dexter Fong: Don't start up Poop =))
''Bob'': Politics is so unfunny.
Cat: i think this is my favourite album because it seems to close the story that starts with electrician.
ahgary: don't eat with your hands
Principalpoop: where is llan when I am ready to rant?
shoes for the dead: read macnam password
Mr. President: FORTRAN?
EWeston: Stealth entrencing tools. When you don't want to dig it
Beet: I didn't know you were a Republican, Poop
Dexter Fong: Good question Poop
El Poptart: UNHAPPY MACNAM
Cat: llan has dissappeared. its common on chat
Principalpoop: direct readout doctor memory
Mr. President: This was always a favorite part of mine
late: the nsa hates this part - too much hacking
Cat: i'll be here as long as i'm alive
Principalpoop: unhappy macnam
Whispering Wind: reactivate restrooms
Beet: Doctor, Ummmmm
El Poptart: wave hi to the nsa yall
Principalpoop: buy a bot and program it with your AI cat
late: damned illegal character
ahgary: have another Whiz
Roadcluster: Ahhh Mann no its not Clem man
Dexter Fong waves a white flag
Mudhead: look up and smile!
Beet: Illegal character in line
EWeston: Turn off Deputy Dan B clothes mode
Nabby: be sure to type the six words you can't say on the internet
Vanwall: Bozo's is one of early computer humor bits, and actually mimicked some real stuff almost too well. Our mainframe sounds like this at work.
Mr. President: He Paoulo, he broke the President, mang
BluesTraveler: You broke the president
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late: plano?
EWeston: I'll get my wife!
Vanwall: Texas
Principalpoop: a below the belt, bottoms up review
Mr. President: I never got the malmborg in plano reference. Little help?
Rufus_T_Firetween: just north fo Dallas, right Van?
Nabby: Plano TX
Rufus_T_Firetween: *of
Dexter Fong: Pres: Never got it myself
ahgary: Plain Old Texas?
Beet: Several theories. I heard the Plano was in Texas
Nabby: let's volunteer
Mr. President: Back then we didn't have Google BRB
Vanwall: My favorite space ad.
El Poptart: hey i like to push buttons!
Principalpoop: i like to sleep in tubes in press buttons
shoes for the dead: plano is field in latin
Principalpoop: and even
Cat: mr p, i think it was something one of them found on a lighter
Vanwall: Kill 'em blind....
EWeston: I've slept in tubes while pushung buttons
||||||||| 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 magritte disembarks at 9:34 PM.
Merlyn: phil proctor found a lighter that said "Malmborg in Plano" and they used it
Cat: merl might know, if he comes back
late: damned water heaters
Beet: I heard the lighter thing, too
Principalpoop: I knew M knew
Cat: wow, the belgian painter has returned from the dead to chat with us?
Mr. President: http://www.benway.com/firesign/lexicon/Q.html
Dexter Fong: and he came back too
EWeston: Mal, is a negative word. So whats a borg?
Merlyn: back to the shadows...
Mr. President: There's a link to quid malmborg in plano
CeeJayHey: What the!
Dexter Fong: EW: Never watched Star Trek?
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Cat: are you in touch with bill, merl?
CeeJayHey: I'll wait here
El Poptart: lol that voice always cracks me up
Vanwall: This carny row is just a step away from Nightmare Alley.
ahgary: never point your robot towards the sun
EWeston: A bad Borg is nearly an oxymoron
Cat: here is ofen better than there
Principalpoop: close artichoke mode
late: don't do it
Roadcluster: Back from the shadows again
Nabby: haha i like this part
Vanwall: me too
Merlyn: bill who, cat?
late: dam damn
Mr. President: nosotros
El Poptart: bozotros
Cat: mcintyre
EWeston: Knos Bros
Principalpoop: underwear industry
Merlyn: don't know him, cat
Principalpoop: just call him the who
shoes for the dead: hoover damme
EWeston: Is all online
Roadcluster: A vacuum cleaner it says here that you are in love
Cat: he's doing the firesign radio project. i thougt you might have been in touch
Mudhead: time for the shadows for me
Principalpoop: ciao mud
Vanwall: We were saying this stuff with honking Bozo noses
Mudhead: night all
Cat: shadows are good
shoes for the dead: i read gypsy, Dr
DJTween: happy trails, Mud
Nabby: bye mud
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
Beet: I am an illegal program
late: tough grid
||||||||| Mudhead leaves to catch the 9:39 PM train to Elmertown.
Cat: really good in black and white movies
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| 2bsmart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from the yaws
||||||||| duhsaint - dead from jaundice
||||||||| tenebrae23 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Joe_Cool - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Blue Moss - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr. President: Gird your grid
EWeston: The appliance more men are rscued from than any other
Principalpoop: gird your grid for a big one
EWeston: Its gone PLAID!
Beet: No shoes
Principalpoop: don't forget the future, oh no
Nabby: It's clear to me now.
Cat: do you remember the future? forget it. i think that;s my favourite firesing line
EWeston: Ferget debt
Vanwall: The end of Road Warrior
Cat: the idea that the future is not set.
Beet: Where does it leave you if you forget the past and the future? Now let it be told.
Nabby: Cool cat
CeeJayHey: So Fine 'O
Roadcluster: Follow the rubber line to your seat
||||||||| AHCLEM steals in around 9:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Nabby: How many balls do you need
Principalpoop: the past is infinite, and the future is infinite, and the present is also
EWeston: Welded to the present?
Mr. President: I always wanted to hear the album that began, "I see you are a sailor."
Cat: infinite is hard for a finite mind to grasp
El Poptart: later sailors
Nabby: bozos yay!
EWeston: Bye PT
Vanwall: Roger that
Beet: Did they randomly pick a sailor as the next character in line?
Nabby: bye el P
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ahgary: Sail away
Vanwall: Oars revwhar, mates
Principalpoop: blueberry or brown sugar cinnamon? bye anyway
EWeston: White Truffles for me.
CeeJayHey: Yes!
Principalpoop: the trouble with truffles, a gourmet star trek remake
DJTween: Yes, this is not skipping. This is the track ;)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:45 PM and late as usual, it's porgie, just back from New York."
Nabby: love it
Cat: quite a change in volume, tween
Principalpoop: dear friends
||||||||| 9:45 PM: Honky 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!"
porgie: Why does this website look like it's from 1998?
Principalpoop: oh porgie
Cat: new folks keep appearing.
DJTween: is that better, Cat?
EWeston: I missed the truffle hound cast member
Beet: They did a lot of screwing around with records
Mr. President: I like the "listen to the stream at 128k."
AHCLEM: better than disappearing
ahgary: old folks keep disappearing
EWeston: Like our High School?
AHCLEM: that's not so bad.
Cat: maybe this is on the orignal show
Nabby: the avant garde section
Beet: Professional DJ's
Cat: ok, now it's ok
EWeston: Its errbad then.
Honky: Go ahead. Squeeze it.
CeeJayHey: Zip
Principalpoop: it's your thing, do what you wanta do, I can't tell you, who to sock it to
El Poptart: hah this is great, i might stick around for a bit more
Dexter Fong: ...and it went so well in rehearsal
Cat: lol, ew
El Poptart: and uh, strawberry
DJTween: This is labeled as the second of the syndicated shows
Vanwall: Got a delivery up the hills. It's been happy macnam. Be seeing you.
AHCLEM: I can't remember what cut but we played Give Us A Break more than a few times
Nabby: that was nice
DJTween: later Van
Principalpoop: frosted or plain?
Nabby: heheh
CeeJayHey: Peter is speaking, listen . . .
AHCLEM: WIQB Ann Arbor
Cat: i think my high school dissappeared
El Poptart: frosty for sure
Honky: 128k? Wow!
Mr. President: This is making me want to experiment with drugs again.
DJTween: does that sound too low now?
Mr. President: I remember fondly our days in the lab, in our white coats...
Mr. President: .. and clipboards...
Beet: Again?
CeeJayHey: Sun Glasses too!
Principalpoop: snakes wrapped in electrical tape
AHCLEM: hopefully encoded with a decent codec
Mr. President: "Results inclusive. Need more data."
Dexter Fong: and cigarettes
Nabby: i did not know that
DJTween: Cat, does it now sound too low?
Nabby: yes it's low
CeeJayHey: That's it alright
Principalpoop: globners disease, deaf in left ear
EWeston: Exploding sodium outside the science lab
Cat: its ok when i turn the volume up, tween
Nabby: honk
DJTween: It was their track intro which was loud
CeeJayHey: Globners
DJTween: the meters look low here
DJTween: I'm going to crank it up a bit
Cat: louder would work
Nabby: cool
Dexter Fong: TWEEN< THE METERS AREN"T LOW< IT"S THE SIDEWALKS< THEY"RE HIGH
Honky: In the beginning there waws this turtle
shoes for the dead: Dr Spitz
DJTween: heheh Dex
Mr. President: Nice hanging with you all. I'm heading back to the shadows again.
Principalpoop: the sidewalks using again?
EWeston: Piss test those sidewalks
||||||||| Mr. President leaves at 9:51 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..."
Nabby: bye prez
Nabby: i love this bit
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'boobaby', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'GL Tirebiter', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: leash on life lol
DJTween: Hi baby, tirebiter
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:52 PM and Anton Globner bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: a kiwanis club meeting
DJTween: Hi Globner
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “DOMM - DEAR FRIENDS 1971-POWER IS TROUBLE, AND TROUBLE’S NOT FUNNY” - 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://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
Beet: Barking up the wrong tree?
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shoes for the dead: they were just talking about you, AG
Principalpoop: standing up to expose our genitals, right on
DJTween: lol
Beet: Puttin' on the dog
CeeJayHey: where they are wanted
EWeston: I'm holding out, for the right money
Nabby: these guys are weird
CeeJayHey: Ha!
DJTween: lol
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Vanwall - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ChefFrank - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| duhsaint - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Whispering Wind - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Stlouielou enters at 9:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: cooly weird
Dexter Fong: Hi Lou
Anton Globner: Hold it out farther, weird boy!
ahgary: The geeks are gawking
Nabby: Dr....ahh....umm...
Beet: It sounds like Ossman's mike is a little lower
Stlouielou: Ola folks!
Principalpoop: the gawks are geeking
EWeston: I can hold it up to the light
Nabby: Where is that harmonica today
El Poptart: O.O
EWeston: I just sat on it.
Roadcluster: More coffee warden
Nabby: Ow
Principalpoop: citizen x, you are accused
Anton Globner: Guilty!
EWeston: I think I've seen enough
ahgary: string him up
Principalpoop: you have to listen dozen of times to get the hidden messages
EWeston: I'll get the string
ahgary: anybody got any string?
Principalpoop: make it a g-string
shoes for the dead: all i have is lynch
EWeston: I think its in my other suit
Anton Globner: It's the principal of the thing. (Commie martyrs high that is!)
Principalpoop: want my thong, i can wring it out first
||||||||| Ben Bland steals in around 9:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
ahgary: how about a g-spot
EWeston: On or off body?
Principalpoop: mister bland
Nabby: i remember peach pitts she was....etc.
Roadcluster: Tubs of sloth
Cat: Hi Ben
Nabby: a g'spot?
DJTween: It's great to hearthe skits from the 1972 Dear Friends album in their original show context
ahgary: Ben?
El Poptart: woo free flies!
Beet: Don't mind the flies. We won't weigh 'em.
Principalpoop: only 1 per family
Anton Globner: G spot? They're playing our thoung!
Nabby: Time Warp Two!!
shoes for the dead: i like this cartoon on the site
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: I stoked my last atom furnace
EWeston: In the key of s minus
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:00 PM, dragging General Defective by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Nabby: I'm old and stupid and loving it
Ben Bland: Hi. I'm hearing rumors that I have been cloned. Someone calling himself Ben Bland has been trying to peddle bootlegs of the boys. The only thing that I bootleg is Blue Moss.
CeeJayHey: Fried Stein Feature?
Principalpoop: i want a peddleboat
Cat: lots of bens, lots of bland
Roadcluster: Why cintheo what's happened to your nose
EWeston: There's some crawling up my leg!
Ben Bland: Everyone bootlegs Blue Moss. It's no big deal.
Principalpoop: prince arcturus
Nabby: he commands it
Anton Globner: You,re going the Stein way?
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EWeston: If I can just get this water pump to turn over!
General Defective: My Stars!
Nabby: haha
Stlouielou: lol
ahgary: another glowing gASBAG
Principalpoop: urinate though the window of the cell door
Anton Globner: from Jupiter!
||||||||| Outside, the 10:03 PM uptown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving revjim coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Cat: i remember when "urinating out the window" made this unplayable on radio
EWeston: If I'm not in orbit now, I guess I'll never be
Ben Bland: Urinating on the radio could break it
Nabby: yeah cat
shoes for the dead: figgers, Cat
Roadcluster: That's Agnus Morehead
El Poptart: was that bob dylan
Principalpoop: corn silk and rum
Ben Bland: Electrocution risk
Dexter Fong: Sounded like Louis ARMSTRONG
Stlouielou: Youm!
EWeston: Daffy Duck?
Stlouielou: Disipicible
General Defective: WoolMade Mutton Sheep
Ben Bland: Is it really censorship? We're protecting the Childen from a trip to the hospital
Nabby: Margo Forehead
Roadcluster: Grand falcon
EWeston: That Duck is an Imposter! March him away!
Anton Globner: He's not Daffy he's just drawn that way.
Ben Bland: Pissing on the radio is a bad trip for the kids
Dexter Fong: Coal Bill?
Nabby: dig it
Cat: well said, anton
||||||||| don steals in around 10:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: Fong was drawn his way
Ben Bland: Kid, you're gonna want to use that thing when you get older. Don't fry it
EWeston: If they drew him like Jessica Rabbit would you feel the same?
Principalpoop: mechanical cunning
Dexter Fong: I wouldn't fer sure
General Defective: faced off the coal
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Principalpoop: i would feel him then, not now
Anton Globner: You've drawn his fong?
don: why Catherwood why !
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to don and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
Cat: is this from the zola novel, germinal? sounds like it
Nabby: joints of pipe?
Ben Bland: It's a terrible thing to waste
EWeston: Stop hitting my coal with your face.
Principalpoop: thats mine
||||||||| 10:08 PM: reagen jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Roadcluster: How about some road apple red?
Ben Bland: Don't frack your Washington monument
EWeston: And right purtty too!
don: Ok Catherwood Toes in ears !
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear don
don: NOW !
General Defective: coal tipple?
don: Now !
Principalpoop: oh don, said jack
Anton Globner: Of you have a pipe there's no ne to roll a joint. Anyone have any fire?
Nabby: i can't find my bird
Cat: how will we move to a coal-less world?
Beet: Drama in coal mining
don: more fire ?
Nabby: zing!
EWeston: UFO's
Roadcluster: Ranger is on a bum trip again
Principalpoop: fanny henderson
Anton Globner: E coal I?
reagen: mountains to move
Nabby: moon worms gotta love em
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| magritte - dead from measles
||||||||| late - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ironyengine - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| um, jim - dead from The Plague
||||||||| AHCLEM - dead from the yaws
||||||||| GL Tirebiter - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Well known bacterium and voter fraud participent
don: Catherwood come on now ! you know you need to ...
||||||||| Catherwood gets to.
Cat: they come, they go
Beet: Sacrificial death makes your car run
don: coming...
Principalpoop: how come he gets to and I don't?
EWeston: Warp speed Zeppo!
El Poptart: the poop!
shoes for the dead: topless american pie
General Defective: lurking in rural reality
Roadcluster: Poopsmith
Principalpoop: this isn't fair
Beet: I love how Poop does the Freudian slips
EWeston: After 6 PM it stops running and starts walking
CeeJayHey: What?
Anton Globner: Cat- that is profound are you a urologist? Hey, it's not my ology!
Principalpoop: somebody still wears slips?
Dexter Fong: I love it when Poop wears a slip
Cat: proc is a great writer, ew
El Poptart: deploy*ahem* deplored!
EWeston: Some of my favorite ranters as well
Principalpoop: who has the cold nose among us?
Beet: Right on!
Anton Globner: Poop is a proctologist? What an asshole! No shit!
don: And the yeddy penis enters the room ..
Cat: logos, not ololgist
Stlouielou: "Mr. Duck"
Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil and some paper
Principalpoop: loosners
General Defective: ow
Ben Bland: "You're a fiend, Illuminati!" http://blogs.rollcall.com/218/house-stenographer-opines-about-free-masons
Nabby: say it backward
EWeston: No duct tape this time.
Anton Globner: Greek for knowledge of the proc?
Roadcluster: If you lived her you would be home by now
Principalpoop: I saw that happen live, The sound was off, she went nuts
Beet: Gimme mo ba b que
EWeston: All I know is any time I shout out Eurica, some hands me a bath towel
Principalpoop: she got at the podium under the speaker and started yelling and waving her arms, they dragger her off
General Defective: right on with it
Anton Globner: Ah but if you lived her you might well owe alimony
Nabby: http://youtu.be/aIs3AnyTCOo
Stlouielou: who doesn't?
EWeston: It was the Masonites
Roadcluster: This is our funky show so I can go right up here
don: Bumblacolt ! unhand de white woman !
don: Cha !
Nabby: I doesn't I don't think what didn't i?
Ben Bland: Scottish Nite Shift
EWeston: Get on with it!
Roadcluster: Oswego
don: De Marr place !
General Defective: there's bobby
Cat: hollywood night shift, great austin project
Ben Bland: Shorry, that's bar scotch
Principalpoop: you cannot serve 2 masters, santa or the easter bunny, which will it be?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:18 PM and late as usual, it's sleep, just back from Omaha."
CeeJayHey: Yea, Lake Oswego!
Cat: other very funny people
shoes for the dead: leg o the crow
Anton Globner: Wait! She needs ag least one of those hands! She's using it to perform an essential service.
don: de Blade
Roadcluster: Been there no need to go back
Ben Bland: About those bootleg Scotch Tapes
EWeston: I got a thing goin with the X-mas bunny
Nabby: blue drinks are zesty
EWeston: Orange peel or?
Principalpoop: i forgot the great pumpkin, forgive me oh orange god
Principalpoop: nice piano, weeee
Stlouielou: up on crippled crow she sent me.....
Anton Globner: Ah but if you lived her you might well owe alimony
Anton Globner: Greek for knowledge of the proc?
EWeston: So many gods, so little time
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Betty close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Anton Globner: Poop is a proctologist? What an asshole! No shit!
Principalpoop: miss white, remember the restaining order
Cat: hello betty
General Defective: enzyklopeedia
EWeston: A-right klean up your language yus bums
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Principalpoop: I will look you up sometime anton, keep it up
Principalpoop: Hi E
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Cat: hey, its the founder of the chat. welcome, elayne
Elayne: Evenin' all! Can't stay long, too exhausted and this icky cold lingers.
Beet: Hi E
EWeston: Yow!
Nabby: hi
Cat: i se the new york comicon has been good to you two
||||||||| 10:22 PM: Mista Bumpy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Stlouielou: icky cold lingers....I think I saw them with the James Gang
Principalpoop: lots of vitamin C, orange juice, grapefruit, lemons
Mista Bumpy: I waas kept out of Mt. Rushmore....
Cat: we all wish you the best
EWeston: And a pass port
Principalpoop: all those home grown pale geek germs at the comic con? hehe
Roadcluster: Garlic minimally cooked. Feel better soon
Beet: sp sp spontaneous
shoes for the dead: yes, pass the port
EWeston: You don't know where this port has been.
reagen: sail on mc. duff
Ben Bland: Protect our secret identities!https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/10/open-letter-comic-con-organizers-protect-our-secret-identities
EWeston: Sans hornpipe?
Cat: duke of oil
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ahgary - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
El Poptart: first in a series of anti-pollution lynchings
Ben Bland: Duke of Madness?
Nabby: i never grew up too
EWeston: The captian is sleeping, the mate is beloow. Har har blow the ship up! HI NSA
reagen: earl of pan
Beet: Mandatory News.
CeeJayHey: We're not on anybody's food chain.
Principalpoop: granted them ability to post tweets on their behalf, wonderful
General Defective: yet
EWeston: I love Happy Hamburger
Ben Bland: We don't really want Batman tweeting spam about Pocket Fisherman and whatnot. Do we?
reagen: from contented cows
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
EWeston: The Bat lure Rubin!
Anton Globner: Captain Pissgum? I can't see jack shit out of this eye! (It's a private eye. I spell my name regnad!
Nabby: mr dead, I just got that
Beet: I want a TV with three screens
Ben Bland: Batman tweeting from Bruce Wayne's twitter account. "Hey, I'm at NYCC Comic Con and there are some great products out here on the floor!!!"
Principalpoop: the mexican mole women, does the imperial king of the molemen know of this?
Dexter Fong: Those mole women are saucy wenches
EWeston: He's been distrated with drugs and loud music
Cat: products?
Principalpoop: hehe lol, blasphemy
reagen: results
Anton Globner: The source of Ma Rainy's moleskin cookies (In the oklskin bag)
Ben Bland: Bruce Wayne telling everybody "take it from me, you can trust me, I'm Batman"
shoes for the dead: they make good cookies, too
EWeston: Initail conditions, are dubious
Dexter Fong: owlskin?
Principalpoop: yum, eat em, wipe em off, eat em again
Principalpoop: you can only get 3 fingers in a bowling ball
Nabby: they're mole-licious
Ben Bland: Batman done in by Twitter.
||||||||| Captain Oiloff sneaks in around 10:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Anton Globner: Evef tried to skin an owl? It'z not eazy!
EWeston: If you don't trust him, he'll drop kick you into next Tesuday
Nabby: bats don;t do well in twisters
Cat: hi capt.
Principalpoop: and try to get down from an elephant
General Defective: Janet and Daddy
Nabby: can't be eazy
EWeston: Easier from a duct
Anton Globner: Bats aren't that easy to skin either.
Principalpoop: who are the 3 reds?
Cat: red leanings? did he add that?
Dexter Fong: yes he did
EWeston: For excitement, skin a boar
Nabby: 3 johns
Principalpoop: hair, the answer is hair
Anton Globner: You can deduct that
reagen: been boppen red allday
Cat: i wonder if i can experience opium before i die?
Ben Bland: Barbequed bats when you urinate on the radio
EWeston: Along with those business dinners
Principalpoop: a bucket full cat?
Ben Bland: Wrong wavelength. Tesla uncoiled
shoes for the dead: probly not that hard to find in your town, Cat
EWeston: That's a strange batting ritual, if I might say
Cat: not that important.
reagen: you do your business for a dinner
Ben Bland: The aluminum bats will be flying tonight
Anton Globner: If you get a shot at it you could be the heroin of this story. Nothing to be sniffed at!
EWeston: It's dimmer that way
Cat: was a great simpsons episdoe, burns wants to sell his candle sticks for opium
Principalpoop: do blue meth, the poor mans opium
General Defective: is it like hot thistles?
Nabby: bat pinatas filled with opium
Stlouielou: hard to skin an aluminum bat
EWeston: I wanna domino
Ben Bland: So it's root, root, root for the Blue Crows
Beet: I thought you could only get the blue from Walter
Principalpoop: tungsten, nice word that
EWeston: Yah gotta drill throught the rivits
Anton Globner: Now you're getting up to speed!
Nabby: more sugar
shoes for the dead: i remember Aji No Moto
Roadcluster: World domination herald
Principalpoop: yes, get some before the supply runs out
Beet: Also known as Nancy
DJTween: Several bits from the Dear Friends LPs from this show
Cat: some people should not do speed.
Anton Globner: More sugar indeed! I' not talking about hate!
Nabby: well preen my mole
DJTween: They did a great job of remastering all this stuff
Principalpoop: taut
Dexter Fong: Yes Tween, quite a few actually
||||||||| 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'
Principalpoop: anybody here taut?
Ben Bland looks confused when someone starts screaming at him in his earpiece.
Nabby: honk
EWeston: We'll use THE PROCESS Jim
El Poptart: rock taut
Nabby: i cant be taut
Roadcluster: Ra ra ra that's the kind of spirit we have here
General Defective: i want a window in my head
Principalpoop: hotten tauts
DJTween: feeling a little loose at the moment, actually
Dexter Fong: THE PROCESS is DEAD Jim
Nabby: head rush
Cat: http://moniqueishikawa.com/monique.htm
Ben Bland: I'd like to apologize for the references to "Pesky Redskins"
EWeston: Ghott's Hotten Tots
DJTween: WC Forever
Dexter Fong: Ben: GO ahead
Ben Bland blinks nervously.
EWeston: It's just pinnin for the Fyords
Ben Bland: I'm not the sports reporter. I'm no expert.
Roadcluster: Deveenitides
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| don - dead from The Plague
||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| boobaby - dead from jaundice
||||||||| sleep - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Elayne - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: My Little Chickadee really did treat the image of native americans quite shabbily
El Poptart: right on
shoes for the dead: loose it.....
Nabby: true that
Principalpoop: the redskins should become the washington Congressmen, another batch of losers
Roadcluster: One shinning steel rail
Nabby: All power to nobody!
Principalpoop: power power power
EWeston: The Washington Lobbist's?
shoes for the dead: Thank Grid!!
Nabby: the longest end
Roadcluster: Selling rope
El Poptart: Washington Whiteys
Nabby: thank you for domm tracks
Principalpoop: wow
Beet: Thanks all for the fun. Thanks Tween for the inspiration. Night all.
Cat: good work, tween
Ben Bland: The True White Brothers?
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
DJTween: merci all :)
Stlouielou: thats was really cool
Principalpoop: washington crackers
Dexter Fong: And a special thankyou to Rufus
CeeJayHey: Thanks for all your efforts!
shoes for the dead: Thanks, Tween!!
General Defective: thank you tween, what fun
EWeston: Bya Beet
Ben Bland grimaces.
Principalpoop: yes thanks tween and fingus
Ben Bland: I apologize. I'm not the sports reporter.
Principalpoop: night beet, keep it
shoes for the dead: Bye all, Park it and Lock it!!!
EWeston: There's a dingus loose!
DJTween: Thanks to Merlyn too!
Principalpoop: ciao shoes, keep em tied
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
DJTween: Nice chat engine :)
Nabby: bye shoes
Principalpoop: yes, all bow to M
Dexter Fong: Yes, thanks Merlyn
Ben Bland: Merlyn was here?
Merlyn: for a bit
Dexter Fong: The little chat engine that could
DJTween: for a while
Merlyn: trying to get flash game working
DJTween: ah, there he is..
Ben Bland: I would like to thank my floor producer.
EWeston: Yow its been neat, now give back my keys pooper
Dexter Fong: Night shoes
Ben Bland: Without his help
Merlyn: ngith all
Principalpoop: be sure you are updated, my java and flash update almost daily it seems like
Ben Bland: I... I...
Ben Bland sweats profusely.
Nabby: time to hop hop hop to hoppers - nite all!
Principalpoop: the bus, night all, good luck all
Stlouielou: AMF as we used to say in old mexico city....
||||||||| At 10:44 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 10:45 PM -- EWeston left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
General Defective: i salute you all
||||||||| At 10:45 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:45 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 10:45 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..."
||||||||| Outside, the 10:45 PM crosstown bus from California pulls away, leaving thedude coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: zwonk!
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:45 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Nabby by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night to all who are leaving as am I
Roadcluster: Made it out of my own sandals
Ben Bland: Looks like I'm all alone here in the studio.
||||||||| General Defective rushes off, saying "10:45 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
thedude: where am I?
Cat: I am gone.
El Poptart: peace
Dexter Fong: If anyone finds my stealth bomber, smoke it
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Ben Bland: Camera is still on.
Dexter Fong: and I am off, next week all
Ben Bland stares at the red light on the TV camera.
||||||||| 10:47 PM -- Ben Bland left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Honky - dead from measles
||||||||| porgie - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Roadcluster - dead from jaundice
||||||||| El Poptart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles
||||||||| reagen - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cat - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| thedude - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Betty - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| mahi - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 12:37 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I am late again, Dear Friends! With apologies. An update. Flotsam and I are happily married -- although we do usually sleep in separate beds. And we always welcome visitors to our flats in London and Chicago!
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 3:14 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| It's 3:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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:
ahgary
Anton Globner
Beet
Ben Bland
BluesTraveler
''Bob''
Cat
CeeJayHey
ChefFrank
Dexter Fong
DJTween
don
duhsaint
Elayne
El Poptart
EWeston
General Defective
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Honky
late
Lil
Merlyn
Mista Bumpy
Mr. President
Mudhead
Nabby
Pico & Alvarado
porgie
Principalpoop
reagen
Roadcluster
roary
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
tenebrae23
thedude
AHCLEM
Uh, Clem
Vanwall
Whispering Wind
URL References:
http://blogs.rollcall.com/218/house-stenographer-opines-about-free-masons
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://moniqueishikawa.com/monique.htm
https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2013/10/open-letter-comic-con-organizers-protect-our-secret-identities
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.benway.com/firesign/lexicon/Q.html
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://youtu.be/aIs3AnyTCOo



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