A Firesign Chat
01/09/2014




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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 January 09, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 katmandowop disembarks at 6:13 AM.
||||||||| katmandowop leaves to catch the 6:13 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers RedPillTweeny into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 5:09 PM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 5:25 PM, 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 sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **'
||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DJTween - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "8:04 PM? 8:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hillbilly Hill should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hillbilly Hill enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| 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 DJTween disembarks at 8:11 PM.
Hillbilly Hill: Hillbilly suffers from couch loft again that damn medical stuff anyway
DJTween: Hi Hillbilly
Hillbilly Hill: My mind has left my body and is melting into this couch
DJTween: 'couch loft'?
DJTween: otherwise known as Dali's Syndrome
Hillbilly Hill: It's couch lock
Hillbilly Hill: Blue Pill DJ ya weenie did ya die or not ?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:27 PM, dragging squeeze_the_wheeze by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
DJTween: Hey squeeze
DJTween: I am still among the living, Hillbilly
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi'ya all
squeeze_the_wheeze: back in a bit
Hillbilly Hill: Good I was afraid we lost you to the measles again.
DJTween: the sneezles?
Hillbilly Hill: Yeah the squeezles
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:33 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
DJTween: Hi Mudhead
Mudhead: Greetings
Hillbilly Hill: High mudhead you're late again.
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Mudhead: where is the link for the show?
Hillbilly Hill: I've got to go piss but I can't get off this damn couch
DJTween: no point in posting it until there's something to listen to ;)
DJTween: the couch has you firmly in its grasp, eh?
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: and then there were three...
Mudhead: hey, im counted twice
||||||||| late sashays in at 8:41 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
Mudhead: nice lookin knocker
DJTween: Hi late
late: howdy
Hillbilly Hill: Not me
DJTween: the streams are up, music in a moment
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Rufus_T_Firetween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:43 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Mudhead: quitter
DJTween: Styx live
||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM crosstown bus from Syracuse pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey Dexter
Mudhead: hi all
Mudhead: whats up for tonite tweeny?
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny, Mudhead, late, and Hill
Hillbilly Hill: High Dexter
Dexter Fong: How odd, Nino has moved me to Syracuse, asif NYC wasn't cold enough
DJTween: a tad chilly up there, eh?
Dexter Fong: You betxha
Dexter Fong: I can see Siberia from here
Mudhead: balmy 23F here in CT
DJTween: I read that at one point Winnipeg was colder than the surface of Mars
Mudhead: i like this cut
DJTween: me too
Dexter Fong: Winnipeg *is* the surface of mars
DJTween: Don't know that I've ever been there
DJTween: rather bleak?
Dexter Fong: Mars?
DJTween: pretty sure I haven't been to Mars
DJTween: but you never know
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Billville."
Dexter Fong: I've been into a few mars bars
DJTween: Hi Nabby
||||||||| 8:52 PM: ddd jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Nabby: Jello!
DJTween: Hi ddd
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
Nabby: Well...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with tweener close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:52 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
ddd: hi! First time on. still poking around.
Nabby: Dexter!
DJTween: Hi tweener
Dexter Fong: Keep your hand to yourself
tweener: Hi back
Mudhead: stop poking me
||||||||| 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 EWeston gets out at 8:54 PM.
DJTween: Hi EW
Nabby: EW
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
Nabby: Mud
ddd: gonna bail and try (shudder) IE
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: good luck, ddd
EWeston: Yow Tweeny Dex, and Darling Nabby, am I regrooved yet?
Nabby: cool ddd good luck
DJTween: You do have to have javscript enabled for this chat to work properly
||||||||| MaxNuclear enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Hi Max
Nabby: U r groovy EW
Dexter Fong: Bitchen'
Nabby: Max
DJTween: Welcome To Regrooving
Nabby: and tweener not to be confoozled with Tween
ddd: Ah. Finally some music!
DJTween: by the time you leave this chat, you will be officially groovy
Mudhead: Get Max a proton fizz Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets max a proton fizz.
tweener: so true
MaxNuclear: I am going to try the chat again. I have a pickle conceal permit.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:57 PM, dragging Dick Wrench by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: Hi Dick
Mudhead: He's a Dick!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:57 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Trendy, astheticlly pleasing grooves...one hopes
DJTween: wb squeeze
Dick Wrench: Hi gang.
Dexter Fong: No! He's a Wrench
ddd: I'
Dick Wrench: Hi
ddd: I've been taken in vor regrooving before
Dick Wrench: Did ya hear that hit there floor there?
Dick Wrench:
EWeston: Regroovasist um?
Nabby: Hi Dick
Dick Wrench: whap
ddd: dropped a few flies
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies CS into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
Dick Wrench: now it's oin the table.
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
DJTween: Hey CS
Nabby: Wheeze
Nabby: Cat
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 09, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
CS: Hi folks
EWeston: Cser g'day night or limbo
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's MarkTime, just back from New Hampshire."
DJTween: Hi Mark
Nabby: And we're off!
Nabby: Hey Mark
EWeston: Arf?
Dexter Fong: Hi Mr. Time
Nabby: Arf she said
EWeston: Stop talking about my impersonal life
Dick Wrench: swamp gas isn't unidentified, is it, sir?
MaxNuclear: Hmmmm. I am in a contained enclosure. No fear of radiation.
Dexter Fong: Swamp gas = 50% Methane...50% Uthane
EWeston: Not since they starting taging it
Dick Wrench: Well, I'm lookin for a big box to put it in. Maybe we should collaborate.
Nabby: Cool choices Tween
EWeston: Nino's box was up on fbay, but I was to late to get it
Nabby: I inhaled uthane twice I admit it
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:03 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Dexter Fong: Nabby: Then you've been alienated
DJTween: Man, did I get tongue-tied this evening
Dexter Fong: Hey Shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Nabby: Procmer and Bergleman!
DJTween: Hi shoes
Nabby: Shoes
Dexter Fong: Tween: Do you do it to help you remeber things?
CS: great thing about hearing a live show is that it's a captured moment in time
shoes for the dead: Hi nsa guy
CS: compared to the records which are timeless
Nabby: I do feel unearthly good Dex
Dexter Fong: as opposed to many moments in the studio
ddd: better than tongue lashed?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” - 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/phprandpebew.html'
Nabby: Like capturing jazz
MaxNuclear: Now I can hear the stream!
Dexter Fong: ..and taming it for white people
Nabby: Yay Max
EWeston: I was going tosniff up a thane, but he wouldn't step into the grinder. So I smoked him
CS: a decided reality vs one more unglued
DJTween: catherwood, please give everyone a tongue lashing
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a tongue lashing.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's elpoptart, just back from California."
CS: yes nabby
shoes for the dead: feels like moss
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
DJTween: Hi poptart
EWeston: Tasts like real pork
Nabby: poptart
CS: porktart
elpoptart: yo
Dexter Fong: Hiyo
late: 5 -> 3 -> 1 -> 0!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
shoes for the dead: what was one is zero
CS: and getting newer. supposed to be getting new material soon
shoes for the dead: all is nothingness
DJTween: cool
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Svenning Archerist', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Nabby: Great Cat
DJTween: Hi Sven
Nabby: Nothing is Allness
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MaxNuclear - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hillbilly Hill - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: Sven
Dexter Fong: Hi Nan...er uh Sven
EWeston: All is mostly full of nothing. Convienient when you need more storage space
Svenning Archerist: Yah,hey hi.
Nabby: Good point
shoes for the dead: but ya can't store time
Svenning Archerist: Everyone tries to call me that.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bambi close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:11 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
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EWeston: It's tricky that way
CS: Hi Bambi
DJTween: Hey Bambi
Bambi: Good evening folks!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
Nabby: Bambi
Bambi: how's everyone doing?
shoes for the dead: hi bambi
Nabby: Not insane
DJTween: tolerable :)
EWeston: Noboby be mean to Bambi
||||||||| Svenning Archerist is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:12 PM.
DJTween: How about you, Bambi?
shoes for the dead: boogedy boo
ddd: Good, how bout you, deer?
Bambi: well better than bibbitty, bobitty, boo!
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
DJTween: Bambi's listening from Baltimore this evening, apparently
Bambi: other than being exhausted after a very long day, can't complain ... doesn't do much good anyway ;-)
EWeston: Galvanting with the buffalos and antelopes?
Bambi: really Tween? well sometimes it's China, or Bedford NJ LOL
shoes for the dead: re-fusing drugs?
DJTween: Hope the efforts were fruitful, Bambi
Bambi: China, NJ or Bedford NJ
DJTween: China's a new one
DJTween: Ah, NJ
late: we take drugs pretty seriously around here
EWeston: If they won't carbonize the first time, yah sure
Bambi: yes, very much so ... new and very happy client
shoes for the dead: no, china is real old, Tween
DJTween: Great :-)
Bambi: LOL shoes
DJTween: New China, Arkansas?
Nabby: dang it what'd I miss
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
shoes for the dead: mst be near West Helena
Bambi: looks like Mudhead is falling asleep as are a few others
EWeston: I was a rugded holiday season
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
EWeston: It
DJTween: There is a China Grove, TX (the Doobie Brothers did a song about it way back when)
Nabby: It!
Nabby: Didn't know that Tween
Dexter Fong: Not it!!
EWeston: Que 50"s ray gun sound effect!
shoes for the dead: no tit
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
DJTween: from the Doobie Brothers album The Captain And Me
||||||||| Catherwood leads Lil in through the front door at 9:18 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Lil
Dexter Fong: Tenille?
CS: Lil
Lil: Hiya Tweeny
Bambi: can't remember for sure if it was China NJ or what China it was but it was here in the States
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
EWeston: You get disability for that Shoes?
Nabby: Lil
Bambi: hey Lil
DJTween: Looks like Lil actually _is_ a Jersey person
Nabby: Disable those shoes they could be dangerous
shoes for the dead: only stares
Lil: Hi Gang
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM uptown bus from Norman pulls away, leaving Doctor Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Their, their Tapping!
Bambi: sure is! :D
DJTween: Hi Dog
Bambi: is that Doc too?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
Nabby: A joisy poison?
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Dexter Fong: Hi Monty
Lil: A Jersey perso in what sense?
Doctor Dog: (cough cough)
Nabby: Doctor Dog
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTween: Not DocTec
EWeston: Doctor I've got this trick hypothalimus
shoes for the dead: 1/4 wit
Doctor Dog: Hi there tween
Bambi: seems your Nino says you are from Mahwah, NJ Lil
DJTween: Lil, Nino says that's where you are (click Nino at the bottom of the page)
Nabby: Finally ordered Marching To Shibboleth--I know, I know--but at last!
Bambi: and I am here all the way from Baltimore MD
Bambi ;-)
Lil: My location is disguised bwahahaha
Nabby: Neato
DJTween: sort of
Nabby: Kirk-land here
Doctor Dog: Not even close, Im in Tulsa
Dexter Fong: My location is dislocated
EWeston: Been there normal, seeming place
DJTween: They have a Star Trek city?
Bambi: mine too Dex LOL
Nabby: Yes beam me up Tween
Bambi: especially if I am in Baltimore
Bambi: I hate cities
Lil: Nomatter as I always liked the name Mawah
shoes for the dead: Jimi gor Wah
Doctor Dog: people are mean to you in cities, Bambi?
Bambi: yeah, nice Indian name Mahwah
shoes for the dead: got
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:23 PM and late as usual, it's sheptapes, just back from New York."
Bambi: they drive too crazy in cities ... it's bad enough in the country ;-)
Nabby: got wah wah?
Lil: And I don't care?
Nabby: lol
DJTween: Hi shep
EWeston: Humptulips, dosewallups, local native names
Nabby: Sheptapes
Dexter Fong: Local NYC name
Bambi: lol EWeston and how have you been by the way?
||||||||| ed enters at 9:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
EWeston: #@nd nephew of Vald Tapes
shoes for the dead: ed!
Nabby: Ed
Lil: Still can't pick up the audio on here grrrr
DJTween: Hi ed
ed: shoes for industry
Bambi: Cat how's the weather up there in Canada?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dick Wrench - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| MarkTime - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Doctor Dog: Not even close, Im in Tulsa
Lil: Catherwood bring me back a stole will you
||||||||| Catherwood gets Lil back a stole will you.
ed: michigan here and the snow sucks
Bambi: ah, no really good diseases eh?
EWeston: Distracted Bambi, currently doing a small painting of a cat for a poet.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:25 PM, dragging MarkTime by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: wb Mark
Nabby: MarkT
||||||||| Outside, the 9:25 PM uptown bus from Jacksonville pulls away, leaving Pat Hat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: I hear ya ... keeping busy...that's good
DJTween: Hi Pat
ed: i think we are all bozo's on this chat room
Bambi: wb MarkTime
Dexter Fong: Hi again Mr. Time
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:26 PM and late as usual, it's katmandowop, just back from Colorado."
DJTween: Hi katman
Pat Hat: Curio?
Lil: I'll buy that
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
DJTween: love that nick
Bambi: look what the katmandowop just drug in...
shoes for the dead: road scholars
Bambi :-)
EWeston: Fresh drudge?
CS: rose colars
Nabby: Hey!
Bambi: could be :-)
MarkTime: my bowser was broke
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
DJTween: They do that, Mark
Nabby: Sorry the hay was late
EWeston: No bark in that Pooch?
Bambi: you need to whip those browsers into shape MarkTime ;-)
Pat Hat: Well you know that a cave is really just a whole lot of side.
MarkTime: just barkin' my shins is all
MarkTime: so i switched from ff back to ie (yeah, i know...)
Nabby: I'm shinin' my bark!
EWeston: Been meeting, and surviving the barkies leading their owners around the forest
Bambi: LOL for sure MarkTime
elpoptart: so punny it hurts
Bambi: works great in Chrome
shoes for the dead: not in public, Nabby
Bambi: and you get to travel to Baltimore
EWeston: Puns should hurt. Its only fare
||||||||| Outside, the 9:30 PM crosstown bus from Arizona pulls away, leaving Ah-CLEM coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 9:30 PM: PissFest 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!"
MarkTime: i like a little aloe on the shaft for proper op
DJTween: lol Bambi
Nabby: Oh heh got carried away is all.....
PissFest: I need that recipe.
DJTween: Hi clem, fest
Lil: On my tablet but will try downloading Chrome
Nabby: Fest and AHC
||||||||| Around 9:31 PM, PissFest walks off into the sunset...
ed: they all play the piano
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:31 PM and PissFest waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: During the piss fest
shoes for the dead: start with 6 db of bark, Piss
Bambi: looks like someone else is using ah,clem's nick ;-)
PissFest: hey neewwt, JD
Lil: and a spitoon just in case
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Many people have logged in as ah clem, uh clem, er clem etc
DJTween: different clem
MarkTime: clemasaurs
Nabby: A Clem by any other name
Bambi: well, our ah,clem used it for many years
PissFest: i 'm not feel like post because um huh
||||||||| Art Hofflaffer steps in at 9:33 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Why?
Nabby: Oysterettes, mmmm....almost as good as meatless hot creatures.
DJTween: Hi Art
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Like sherlock Holmes, that copyright is no longer in effect
EWeston: Not as good as nylon bunnies
CS: so many names, so few people
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
shoes for the dead: or dust bunnies
PissFest: I'd love to stuff a bird tonight.
MarkTime: mmmm bust dummies
EWeston: Absurd, yet delicious
Nabby: I think many of us are simulated Cat
Art Hofflaffer: Greets, DJT!
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
||||||||| Pico&Alvarado steps in at 9:35 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: but nylon dust will take your head off
DJTween: Hi Pico
PissFest: Does anyone have the PBS show that included many of these bits?
Lil: off to get loaded, see if Chrome helps
late: not responsible!
EWeston: It'll have to get in line
Nabby: Pico&
Pico&Alvarado: happy 2014
Nabby: back in a few
Bambi: so good to see everyone! I need to get to bed. Been a very long day! Have a great night. Tween, have a great show.
Pico&Alvarado: Hello Tween
shoes for the dead: nylon line/
DJTween: Rest well, Bambi :)
shoes for the dead: by Bambi
||||||||| Bambi leaves at 9:36 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..."
DJTween: PissFest: Does anyone have the PBS show that included many of these bits? << CS you know anything about that?
Nabby: take care Bambi
Lil: I believe all the pbs bits are on a seperate dvd Piss
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
EWeston: Little kevinlar reeinforcement, and we're ready to go to trial.
CS: by bambi
Pico&Alvarado: real food...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
PissFest: available from Laugh.com?, FT?, lootbeggars?
EWeston: Which reel?
Lil: got mine from laugh.com
Pico&Alvarado: wuz reel
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
DJTween: it's all surreal
PissFest: Cookie monster's obscure work
Pico&Alvarado: nite nite
EWeston: The trout stole my reel, I now have to catch them with my teeth
Pat Hat: Nite, Pico.
DJTween: tricky, EW
Lil: Catherwood top off my chardonnay will you
||||||||| Catherwood offs Lil's chardonnay will you.
Pico&Alvarado: no bambi
EWeston: You first have to tickle them under the chin
DJTween: lol EW
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| tweener - dead from measles
||||||||| Doctor Dog - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
PissFest: sheesh, if I tried to listen to this with my girlfriend she's hit ME with rotten tomaters!
Lil: OMG Catherwood offed my chardonnay!
||||||||| Catherwood offeds Lil's chardonnay.
CS: thats trout fishing in america for ya
MarkTime: don't wine about it
||||||||| Catherwood leads jimtzu inside, makes a note of the time (9:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Fortunaly they are a ticklish breed
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please refill Lil's glass of chardonnay
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
DJTween: Hi jim
Pico&Alvarado: troutmask
Dexter Fong: Well!
Dexter Fong: or replica
Lil: lol thanks but at least he hasn't offed me yet
EWeston: Hot zits!
PissFest: Old farts...
shoes for the dead: breeding trout for fun and profit
Dexter Fong: Cwood doesn't usually act like that to me
Art Hofflaffer: Troutmask replica
shoes for the dead: and kinky porn
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Lil a glass of Shardonnay
||||||||| Catherwood brings lil a glass of shardonnay.
Lil: That's what the spitoon is for
EWeston: The foreplay can be tricky, and the females are such teases
Pico&Alvarado: shocking
Dexter Fong: Close enough Cwood
Nabby: back (sort of)
Lil: aww, now I'm revived
EWeston: Too?
shoes for the dead: no that would be eels, Pico
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Lil: thanks to y8u Dex
Dexter Fong: Y8u r welcome
Lil: you
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
PissFest: Sesame Street for strung-out flower children
Lil: lol
Pico&Alvarado: sure eels
Pico&Alvarado: wuz eels
DJTween: lol PF
PissFest: Oxblood? Don't create an incident
Art Hofflaffer: Nor an out-cident
CS: good one piss
EWeston: Fabricate one instead, its more fun
Lil: there's my bow around here somewhere
EWeston: Trip hazard uh huh
shoes for the dead: yew mite stumble on it
Pico&Alvarado: wait wait
PissFest: Wail on, Christie!
EWeston: News item phycoldelic users do not tend to end up spending time in prisons
Pico&Alvarado: she'd die again
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” available January 14th (or pre-order now) at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
Pico&Alvarado: hey
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Art Hofflaffer: My shoes haven't bothered me since I learned to play the flute
CS: the tween voice
EWeston: Invite them to become part of the band
Dexter Fong: The tween voice, reading some material
||||||||| Pat Hat departs at 9:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: Punch it up a bit Tween
ddd: Awesome album. Been listining as I hadn't heard this one.
shoes for the dead: sounds like an ad to me
Dexter Fong: A little more stress on the word "confused er confusing"
Art Hofflaffer: Your nap will rise again, and that's his story...
Pico&Alvarado: argh!
shoes for the dead: preaching to the choir
Dexter Fong: Amen brother!!
Nabby: back again (sort of)
EWeston: The flash cards look good today
Nabby: Great to hear Bergman and the new Oz
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the RFO Podcasts 11/21/11 “FST - FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign Albums, Books and other Cool Goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bunnyboy in through the front door at 9:51 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bunnyboy: hullo
shoes for the dead: hi Bun
Dexter Fong: Hello dere
EWeston: Halo bunner
Mudhead: Catherwood give all a cigar
||||||||| Catherwood hands all a cigar.
Pico&Alvarado: Bb
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Rufus_T_Firetween: I got this from iTunes (free)
DJTween: Hey Bunny
CS: Hi Bun
Art Hofflaffer: Cox, everything's turning blue. I'll have to lay down for a little bit. Cox?
shoes for the dead: not the Box!!
CS: How's Seattle?
PissFest: Holy carp! 20teens FT! Occupy this bus!
Dexter Fong: Art: Just lie on Nabby for a while
Pico&Alvarado: gotta get out
Bunnyboy: Wet and windy.
Bunnyboy: No slush whatsoever.
PissFest: Slush my baby
Pico&Alvarado: Cox?
Art Hofflaffer: Nite folks! It's been surreal!
EWeston: Popa gonna buy you an alibi
PissFest: He's been mossed
Dexter Fong: Sure real here too
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| katmandowop - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Ah-CLEM - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: nite HF!
Pico&Alvarado: bye Art
CS: by hof
EWeston: Arf Art
PissFest: if that alibi don't sing christie will fire him anyway
shoes for the dead: if that alibi don't fly...
CS: pungnet sound. that's true
Mudhead: i got new drugs today, im crashing, g'nite dear friends
PissFest: ...Breitbart will join Occupy
shoes for the dead: by Mud
Dexter Fong: Night Muddie
EWeston: The resident gonna buy you a pardon bird
Bunnyboy: nite Muddy!
CS: enjoy them, mud
Pico&Alvarado: bye Mud
||||||||| 9:56 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
DJTween: Playing next week - "Just Folks: A Firesign Chat"
PissFest: Dark horase fave!
Bunnyboy: SFX: Clapping Seal.
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Pico&Alvarado: my turn, got work to do... nite nite dear friends
PissFest: (ral sign)
Dexter Fong: Night P&A
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: By Pico and yer friend
shoes for the dead: by Pico
Bunnyboy: I had JUST FOLKS, from the get-go. Didn't realize, until DOMM was released, how much of JUST FOLKS was edited and sweetened from the early 70s radio shows.
||||||||| General Dysfunction enters at 9:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
CS: they were like this throughout their radio career, half a century
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
CS: bergman'
shoes for the dead: there is a video store on pico and alvarado
PissFest: I knew about Txgiving, what else? Confidence In the System?
CS: last show was a few days before he died.
CS: he was fdr in an alternate reality. the most important voice.
Bunnyboy: St. Heckler's Church, I Die Every Night...
Dexter Fong: Piss: A substantial amount of Just Folks is from Dear friends
EWeston: Drink as much as possible, I think, hic.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “JUST FOLKS: A FIRESIGN CHAT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
Bunnyboy: Young Guy, Bill Collector.
shoes for the dead: I die every night
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
DJTween: lol, these guys are so much fun in the raw
Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus, at least you're doing your job here
PissFest: Pastor Jeckyl & his happy gaggle of babbling hecklers?
EWeston: Yes
CS: this could be everything you know is wrong
Bunnyboy: Confidence in the System, and all the Ben Bland wraparounds, were, I believe, new to JUST FOLKS.
CS: i think they want to keep this kind of recorded chemistry happening. just my guess
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
General Dysfunction: I hate Sound Effects!!
Dexter Fong: Kaboom!!!!
||||||||| "10:03 PM? 10:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ferretjoe should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ferretjoe enters and sits on the divan.
shoes for the dead: like the Dead, CS
Bunnyboy: And the version of "Pass The Indian, Please" was most likely recorded for JUST FOLKS...although the core written piece pre-dates FST LPs.
EWeston: Drooping whistles again. Where's my butt whistle!
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
PissFest: Thx BB, will what we hear ever come out? this would stnd proudly or over anything on DEAR FRIENDS
PissFest: fawkes news why didn't any of us think of that
CS: no. they were without ossman for many years.
Bunnyboy: Sounds like an old ad slogan: "FST...LP...FST...LP..Firesign Theatre Like Playing!"
CS: they were talking about having guest members, and even had john goodman in some of their things
CS: they're too creative not to continually create
PissFest: Huh. Thxgiving yet didn't make the 1st LP? Wanted to perfect it?
Nabby: 45 years
shoes for the dead: ironic bandwidth?
EWeston: Its under the sanitary pedistule
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'katmandowop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:07 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Dexter Fong: Somebody take that fx away from Proctor
shoes for the dead: Aha!!
PissFest: HannaBarbera SFX CD? Why not I recognize it?
Dexter Fong: kats bak
Bunnyboy: You can hear them performing "Pass The Indian, Please", on a live show, in the DOMM set.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
shoes for the dead: sharp irony
PissFest: someone lent me his LP from the promo set. also a Papoon LP
Dexter Fong: keen and edgy
shoes for the dead: cuts right thru reality
PissFest: Do the interns serve the food?
Dexter Fong: and out the other side
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pico&Alvarado - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Art Hofflaffer - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Lil - dead from jaundice
||||||||| jimtzu - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: The CD release of Papoon has a bun ch of bonus cuts not on the original LP
Dexter Fong: The interns are the food
DJTween: *bunch
Bunnyboy: I need several more gB on muh phone, so I can carry all the DOMM material on it.
DJTween: yummy yummy interns
Dexter Fong: Why not carry two phones Bun?
PissFest: OK, there's Not Insane, the Dear Friends 12-LP, the Crawdaddy text. what else?
Dexter Fong: Then you can talk to yourself and have a record of it
Dexter Fong: Or carry a third phone with sound effects
EWeston: That's what the NSA is for
Bunnyboy: Yeah, the Papoon CD has unsweetened audio of The Martian Space Party, featured (in super-SFXed format) on NOT INSANE!
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
CS: its great to hear bergman talk like he actually talked
PissFest: Shhh Dexter is NS .. you know
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Dexter Fong: NS = Not Safe
Nabby: Indeed CS
PissFest: is IS?
shoes for the dead: lip- syncing on radio
EWeston: Nodular Salmonila
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Nabby: Reverse-anti-echo
CS: bergman would rather be petulant than paid
Dexter Fong: ereh ni ohce ni s'erehT
Nabby: The Nude Deal
Bunnyboy: PF: Here's the catalog:
Bunnyboy: http://firesigntheatre.com/montage.html
shoes for the dead: nude eel
EWeston: One of us is an alien, and its not who you think it is
Dexter Fong reflects dissa pointment
shoes for the dead: that leaves me out
Nabby: angry porno birds?
General Dysfunction: dirty birds?
Dexter Fong: Another Oil spill
Nabby: When comedy goes too far
PissFest: I have to paint over F3 for my youngsters?
Dexter Fong: Knife edge comedy
shoes for the dead: knifed on skype
Nabby: my hovercraft is full of nude eels
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
CS: i think pete was doing this in his head as he died.
EWeston: It hot wires the horizon
CS: neurons flashing away into infinite fun.
General Dysfunction: he who comes to china gets eaten by china
PissFest: Ah, learn these new phrases in Hungarian
shoes for the dead: Let's Eat
PissFest: Ghoulash. Rhapsody. Border.
CS: and we got to hear so much of it. lucky us
shoes for the dead: There still warm
Nabby: Cat yes
EWeston: Whatta bout the sound effects depletion allowance
Bunnyboy: Gawd, Pete was always a great "How bout we...?" kinda guy.
shoes for the dead: got sequestered out, EW
Bunnyboy: And, of course, a great guy, period.
EWeston: I'm tellin Yustace Roberts
PissFest: Fooey, these SFX stamps taste just like paper
shoes for the dead: but they are made from pork
EWeston: No more minty taste
CS: he was always enlarging the envelope
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from jaundice
||||||||| katmandowop - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
PissFest: I don't die any night...
CS: only mornings?
PissFest: Jump outa buildings like the classicists
EWeston: Defenstrate that trust fund
CS: no one will know who these people are soon
CS: like some of the la tv folks they mocked in their radio shows
PissFest: Then think of the billions we can make writing footnotes!
shoes for the dead: ya,,but we remembered Melvin, CS
General Dysfunction: talk alk ing o over ea each oth er other
EWeston: icro on erkin
Bunnyboy: PEARLS BEFORE SWINE dropped a Groucho duck today. The old refs never die. They just swing into "Whutzit" territory.
ddd: talking over each other and the gd sound effects
CS: ralph williams is fading from memory. joe pine completely gone unless you lived in la then
PissFest: Earl Butz lives!
ddd: I remember seeing Joe Pine tell some guy on his show to "take a hike"
shoes for the dead: i heard Joe a few times
PissFest: Ketchup! See, ther classics!
ddd: I was about 8.
shoes for the dead: ya, DDD
General Dysfunction: french fries are our friends
CS: pp created ralph spoilsport out of rw. that will live on and deserves too
CS: the other guy just sold cars on tv
Bunnyboy: Next book/audio/multimedia project: THE FIRESIGN THEATRE - ANNOTATED, FOR THE ADDLE-PATED".
PissFest: Not pizza - Liberty Pasties!
DJTween: lol Bunny
EWeston: Trenchbucket o fries
PissFest: bb!!
CS: pete would love that, bun. he loved pate jokes more than pate
General Dysfunction: my bible is so full
EWeston: My chemistry is overdrawn
Dexter Fong: Are you hearing this Tweeny =)))
DJTween: I love it :)
PissFest: Peter Pain was pegged by Dagny Taggart
DJTween: Great to hear the guys having fun like this
shoes for the dead: too much!!!
MarkTime: http://vintage-ads.livejournal.com/2988224.html
General Dysfunction: mp threesome?
DJTween: I know Peter didn't like Ron Paul ;)
CS: whats not to love about having fun?
shoes for the dead: too many tubs of slaw
||||||||| 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: Tons of Brasilian Butter?
MarkTime: mmmm nat king cole slaw
shoes for the dead: for Peter Paine
DJTween: Hope you guys can visit my Sunday show some time. I take music requests and can do Skype
PissFest: Leap home.
General Dysfunction: wang way
PissFest: Ron Po
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
shoes for the dead: will do, Tween!
DJTween )
DJTween: :)
General Dysfunction: gurgling
MarkTime: googling?
Dexter Fong: whooosh
shoes for the dead: i can hear the sun
Dexter Fong: My knees!!
EWeston: My goodness/ come back hear!
Dexter Fong: Blam! Blam! Kabooom
PissFest: You from the universe where this takes the place of Ben's Soliloquy?
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
EWeston: Great fun Tweeny
General Dysfunction: wonderful fun tweeny
shoes for the dead: by all
shoes for the dead: By nsa guy
EWeston: Shoes exit stage nine
Nabby: Bye shoes
PissFest: Summa you guys know this program? All should! Seriously great late-period FT!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
CS: always appreciated. maybe they'll eventually sell a solar panel.
Nabby: Thanks Tween
Nabby: Hope so Cat
DJTween: my pleasure, all :)
ddd: thanks for this. Awesome!
Nabby: Best chat in the Five Galaxies
EWeston: And a semi visualized evening to you all
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Nabby: nite EW
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:43 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| EWeston departs at 10:43 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Nabby: Out we go
||||||||| General Dysfunction departs at 10:43 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
PissFest: Nite ladies &germs!
Nabby: Later groovies!
CS: you ok, dex?
||||||||| CS is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:45 PM.
Bunnyboy: Who kicked the cat!
Dexter Fong: I'm okay and still here cat
Bunnyboy: I ain't seen a kick, in some time. Whodunnit?
Dexter Fong: Well then, night all and next week same times
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
PissFest: Wait! Wait! Help with trivia! did Mike Nesmith sing on Rat in a Box?
Bunnyboy: nite Dex!
Bunnyboy: PF: Unsure. Nesmith exec-producted the video THE CASE OF THE MISSING YOLKS.
Bunnyboy: Any more questions?
Bunnyboy: Hmmmm?
Bunnyboy: "Well, OKAY, then!"
Bunnyboy: Cheers, PF! Nite, alla yez!
||||||||| Bunnyboy departs at 10:54 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MarkTime - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Nabby - dead from measles
||||||||| late - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 10:58 PM -- sheptapes left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from measles
||||||||| PissFest - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ddd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: Ooops 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 st slade gets out at 12:03 AM.
st slade: Hello, I must be going. I'll get another Thursday evening off work eventually.
||||||||| st slade leaves to catch the 12:05 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| 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:
Art Hofflaffer
Bambi

Bunnyboy
CS
ddd
Dexter Fong
Dick Wrench
DJTween
Doctor Dog
ed
elpoptart
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Hillbilly Hill
late
Lil
MarkTime
MaxNuclear
Mudhead
Nabby
Pat Hat
Pico&Alvarado
PissFest
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
st slade
Svenning Archerist
tweener
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http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
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www.dishnuts.net
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