A Firesign Chat
01/16/2014




Archive

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for January 16, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers katmandowop inside, makes a note of the time (6:39 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 6:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| katmandowop - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween in through the front door at 6:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard 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 **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| DJTween leaves at 7:05 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with DJTween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:41 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
DJTween: Hi Captain
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| 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 late disembarks at 8:43 PM.
late: howdy
DJTween: Playing some Poco tunes for the warm-up
DJTween: Hi late
||||||||| 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 dude gets out at 8:45 PM.
DJTween: Hi dude
late: y, that intro was over the top - didn't expect to hear someone yelling in my headphones
||||||||| laconic enters at 8:47 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Lil', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:47 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Lil: hi crowd
DJTween: Hi Laconic, Lil
dude: Hey you little rookies, tell your mom to get on it and do it everyday...
||||||||| 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 Beet falls out at 8:49 PM.
Beet: Nice to be back after two weeks. I have missed everyone but I kept up with the logs. Happy Bew Tear. Hi Tween
DJTween: Hey Beet, welcome back :)
Beet: That's "New"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies kentkb in through the front door at 8:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits at the bar.
Beet: It's terrible doing without this weekly upliftment.
Captain Equinox: HeyDex
DJTween: Hey Ken, Dex
Beet: Hi dex
Beet: Is this Eagles?
Captain Equinox: Sounds like poco
Dexter Fong: Hey Beey, Capt. Tweeny et al
Beet: Yes
late: proto-eagles
Beet: Glen Fry
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:53 PM and EWeston steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: Hey, EW
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:53 PM and Clem sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: uh....Clem?
EWeston: I's free I's free. Hey Dex, Beet, an Tweener
DJTween: Hi Clem
||||||||| 8:55 PM: baa jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Beet: Nobody has to be a slave all the time no more
EWeston: Yah we goin take turns!
Captain Equinox: We's gwine take turns!
Beet: We gwine take tuins.
EWeston: Sorry I'm in a tuins free zone
Captain Equinox: An' guess who's tuin it is now?
EWeston: Wild bunch of minors
Dexter Fong: Better card 'em all
Captain Equinox: Looks like all y'all got yer Marching to Shibboleths handy, eh?
Beet: Put your tax in the bag
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
EWeston: Uncle Tom! Your Back!
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Beet: Hey Shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
shoes for the dead: hey cat
DJTween: Hi shoes, Cat
baa: No, No. It's Agnes Moorehead
Beet: Uncle Field Marshall Tom
shoes for the dead: good sunday show, Tween
EWeston: A big Jello for Cat an Shoes Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside EWeston and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'absent', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: Hi all
Beet: Yo Cat
DJTween: Hi absent
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 16, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Cat: aha, all things firesign
shoes for the dead: watched Neal brivin the BUS on the NJ Tpk the other day
DJTween: This TIPS Hotline from All Things Firesign
absent: i'm not here..,
Captain Equinox: You're absent?
||||||||| la be enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Cat: we noticed, absent
absent: bingo
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “JUST FOLKS: A FIRESIGN CHAT” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#JUSFLKPFTFTJ'
EWeston: He's beside himself, maybe?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's squeeze_the_wheeze, just back from Oklahoma City."
shoes for the dead: with spleen
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and Dr.Dubious steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Captain Equinox: Honk honk
baa: "Hiya Friends, Ralph Spoilsport, Ralph Spoilsport Motors, the world's largest used nude and nude lewd automobile dealership, that's Ralph Spoilsport Motors here in the city of (cough!) Emphysema...and it's a beautiful two-tone model friends, you can see the old paint job coming through the scratches on the side. John Dean's List says that this car should have been shredded, deep-sixed and impeached! But for you dear friends, it's a peach of a deal, at only 4 billion, 200 million dollars WITH, a $5 factory rebate!
EWeston: Spleens are hard to date
la be: Thanks, Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're welcome."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'PissFest', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's Jpt, just back from Piqua."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Doctor Dog close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
Doctor Dog: Tree!~
Dexter Fong: Frog!
la be: So how do we get this road on the show?
EWeston: Could you take a look at this dew claw Doc?
Cat: this is much like what bergman talked about on his podcast
Beet: Doh and tree. I get it.
PissFest: Did he say Butterfly was FT's own label?
shoes for the dead: dates areprobly good for the spleen tho
Beet: That's "Dog"
DJTween: Yes, he did say Butterfly was FST's
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Doctor Dog: Beet wins the Winter Palace Award
||||||||| "Hey baa!" ... baa turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:04 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts baa into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Jpt is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:04 PM.
PissFest: Huh. They put out a lot of disco too.
Doctor Dog: Humkbug
||||||||| bozo enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Hi baa, Jpt
EWeston: Quickly we're tearing it down to rebuild it
Beet: If it's Dog and Tree is it also Pissfest?
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: Hi bozo
Cat: i dont think it was their label
shoes for the dead: facka mall
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “JUST FOLKS: A FIRESIGN CHAT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
Beet: Hello to the NSA guy
Doctor Dog: Chick! You've returned!
shoes for the dead: howdy NSA!!
EWeston: If you can fucka mall, I'm impressed
Doctor Dog: We call him The Hoove
PissFest: Let's do disco remixes of this album then. On the Dog & Tree label, Beet
DJTween: PF, you will be shot lol
EWeston: He was such a little devil
Beet: Sounds good
Cat: the firesigns were #1 on hoove's hit list. amazing 3 of them are still alive
PissFest: Or Big Butterfly
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn inside, makes a note of the time (9:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Cat, is there any mention on the web of that?
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Cat: hi merl
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| "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!"
EWeston: Merlynized again, choke
shoes for the dead: hey merlyn
Cat: i hope not, tween.
Merlyn: hey
Cat: but it is mentioned in the book that accompanied Duke of Madness
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with MikeSherry close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
EWeston: Don't let the ant piss on you Mike
late: they revisit this concept on boom dot bust/billville?
DJTween: Hi Mike
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kentkb - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Lil - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
PissFest: off shoil boiled workers
EWeston: Aw the red leaked
MikeSherry: hey folks, trying to get the stream going...lotta bear wizz tho
DJTween: Both are active, Mike
shoes for the dead: life is but a stream
Cat: and you can pee into it
EWeston: With wild onions and pigs staying close to the stream
Beet: that's important
DJTween: Hi to Toronto, Bozo
late: stiff idiot
PissFest: charred caterpillar
MikeSherry: its android I think, chose Google Play Music & not working.
Cat: another Canuck on chat?
PissFest: Was that one of Stiff's slogans?
DJTween: Nino says bozo is from Toronto
bozo: Yep a canuck :)
EWeston: Get your AMA and EPA approved jellyfish furk
DJTween: Nino is way off on you, though Cat. Says you're in VA
Cat: i'm in north van, where the weather is somewhat better
Cat: vagina?
PissFest: this was in Crawdaddy
bozo: lol
squeeze_the_wheeze: just angina
||||||||| 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 General Dysfunction gets out at 9:14 PM.
DJTween: You're not having sex are you, Cat?
||||||||| Catherwood leads hepkess into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:15 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Tet hut!
shoes for the dead: acute angina/
Beet: right now?
DJTween: Hi General
PissFest: we treat that with Popper's Sodium
DJTween: Hi hepkess
Cat: not at the moment
EWeston: I'll releive the patients breathing. I'll remove the weight of his wallet from his chest
Cat: i dont know what else VA could stand for.
Beet: harder to type
DJTween: Virginia?
Dexter Fong: Vatican?
PissFest: he's channelling Ernie Kovaks
late: golly
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “JUST FOLKS: A FIRESIGN CHAT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
shoes for the dead: vacant american
EWeston: Vancuver Veritis Anonmous
General Dysfunction: love kovaks
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
Cat: certainly an influence on firesign, particularly proctor
shoes for the dead: indonesian leg sleeves
DJTween: PrincP is tardy
EWeston: Check the taffy
MikeSherry: sorry DJ, no luck with other apps on the stream either. Galaxy Tab programmed for female defense, shrug.
Beet: where is poop?
General Dysfunction: that ding dang thing
||||||||| Outside, the 9:18 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving elpoptart coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: That poor puppy!
DJTween: Hi tart
elpoptart: yo
shoes for the dead: LP!
Cat: isnt that tart popped yet?
||||||||| 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!"
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!
EWeston: Its still swelling
General Dysfunction: oh, all the verbs
DJTween: It's real swell
EWeston: It has the new multiple swell function
shoes for the dead: and ful of trucks
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
late: ben bland!
shoes for the dead: Eric!!1
||||||||| "9:22 PM? 9:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Audry Farber should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Audry Farber enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTween: Hi Audry
shoes for the dead: Susan Underhill?
Cat: Hi Farber
Dexter Fong: Susan UnderHill?
Dexter Fong: Well done shoes
bozo: Susan Underhill?
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Dexter Fong: in here
MikeSherry: $
bozo: in here
shoes for the dead: ere
Dexter Fong: $
Dexter Fong: E
Dexter Fong: e
Beet: Indian food is hot spicey tonight. Breathing fire
||||||||| 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!"
Doctor Dog: Hmm
||||||||| 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: What ever happenned to Betty Joe?
General Dysfunction: twodoor mordor yes
Captain Equinox: Little Guy!
Merlyn: There's an echo in here, Nicky!
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Clem - dead from the common cold
||||||||| absent - dead from measles
||||||||| la be - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| baa - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Lil bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: They sleep in tubes in Tokyo
EWeston: Its the echo elves. They just laugh at the exterminators
Dexter Fong: Hi Lil
||||||||| 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!"
Doctor Dog: Do they push buttons?
Cat: I lived in Tokyo for a long time. Never slept in a tube though
Lil: sorry I had a brain fart
Doctor Dog: Cat!
DJTween: wb Lil
Doctor Dog: Squirrel!!!!
Dexter Fong: Perhaps they call it the Metro Cat
Lil: hi dexie
Beet: Must
DJTween: ggg Dex
Lil: thanx tweenie
Dexter Fong: Tween: ggg?
Cat: There are more people in Tokyo than in Canada.
General Dysfunction: i was a nun
MikeSherry: later folks, I go where the bozos knose
EWeston: embarrassing physical reaction?
Cat: unfortunately, our are spread out over vast distances
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
Dexter Fong: Night Mike
DJTween: at the Metro comment, Dex
shoes for the dead: by mike
Lil: c ya
DJTween: as in, giggle
EWeston: By Mike
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween
DJTween: any time
||||||||| MikeSherry departs at 9:28 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Lil: lack of reaction actually
Doctor Dog: Basket Boys from Mars
EWeston: Along the yarrow road
Doctor Dog: yarrow brick?
Doctor Dog: Ah so
Beet: a matenee goes all night?
EWeston: They found the straw gone, so whtta ya gonna du?
Lil: a manatee?
Beet: Sea Creature
Doctor Dog: An all night manitee... with a good city job
EWeston: They are insatiable...or so I've heard
Dexter Fong: They swim all night, in the morning they surface and ask "where the Fuckowee?"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Nabby', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:31 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
shoes for the dead: sae cows......
shoes for the dead: sea
DJTween: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Communal, that's good.
Cat: sounds like the southpark episode where they explain where family guy jokes come from
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Dexter Fong: How's that porcelain astrolabe?
Lil: can they go all night like a diner?
Nabby: Hi DJ, Dexter (ever yours)
Doctor Dog: Don't ask
Nabby: hey shoes
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Floral Acres in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 9:32 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Cat: Hi El
EWeston: The doctors say they can remove it, safely
Beet: Elayne's here!
shoes for the dead: Hi E
Nabby: Hi Elayne & Cat
Cat: Thanks for card, recap of your year
EWeston: HI Elayne
Lil: catherwood bring me an acre please
||||||||| Catherwood brings Lil an acre.
Nabby: EW & beet, heya
||||||||| reindeer sneaks in around 9:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Good grief Cat, how long did it take our card to get to you? Gotta love Canada Post.
Lil: ah my own piece of land
Cat: sent my mother's taxes in last month and they didnt arrive in the us on time. not good
Beet: pre roofies
Doctor Dog: Parsley, Sage Rosdemary and Thyme
Beet: Hi Nabby
Floral Acres: I somehow missed my place in the script
DJTween: Hi reindeer
EWeston: Put in your purse, for safeties sake
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
shoes for the dead: an acre can be a pain, Lil
Doctor Dog: Remember me to one who lives there
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
EWeston: Improvise man improvise...giggle
General Dysfunction: one ton won ton
Lil: I suppose that's true dead
Elayne: Good to know Cat, next time our cards to you go out right after Hallowe'en. :)
Doctor Dog: Her name was Betty Jo
Lil: I thought maybe in a shoebox
Dr.Dubious: <-- Proud owner of "Ralph Spoilsport" license plate frame
Doctor Dog: <-- as well
Floral Acres: I must remember to keep my thumb next to the place in the script
EWeston: Well known stand in for that noted tree stunter, Nancy
shoes for the dead: no, that's my appt. Lil
Doctor Dog: My name's not Nancy, call me Major, Banboo
Lil: how can you be in two license plates at once?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “JUST FOLKS: A FIRESIGN CHAT” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
Dr.Dubious: Dr Dog, must be a Doctor thang.
EWeston: They clone license playes, don't they
Nabby: Git a strange package today from Chinese Surplus Music Deal, and inside it's delicious
General Dysfunction: peggy is getting off
shoes for the dead: Peggy's getting off
Doctor Dog: The Shnifter's List is in here!
Nabby: Got, I'm the git
Doctor Dog: Good to know
EWeston: From the synagod of Bamboo?
shoes for the dead: Neato, Naby!!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers chapstick inside, makes a note of the time (9:38 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
General Dysfunction: ver'd they go? vertigo'
Nabby: Fun stuff shoes
DJTween: Hi chapstick
Lil: must be ew
Doctor Dog: I got it wrong -- "Call me Major, Tabu"
Cat: dope humour of the 70s?
Nabby: Hey it's the Indian piece
EWeston: Call me late for the inquesition
General Dysfunction: manifest destry
Lil: quick get him a comfy chair
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bozo - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| hepkess - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Floral Acres: gotta go to bed...you guys are great....you are all as crazy as I wanted you to be...luv it !!!
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: Bye Floral
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: thanks, floral. i think
Doctor Dog: I have Anythinge on cassette :)
Beet: Nite Floral
shoes for the dead: by Flo
EWeston: Chair for miss Manifst Destiney
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: see you next week
Doctor Dog: Anythynge, pardon me
Captain Equinox: I have Anythynge on cd and hardcover book.
DJTween: kewl
||||||||| 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."
Doctor Dog: You modern kids with your modems and fax machines
EWeston: I've got a bribable squirrel in my pocket
DJTween: lol Doctor
Nabby: I'll bet you do EW
Lil: ok bring me anythinge catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives Lil anythinge.
EWeston: NSA confirms this call
Doctor Dog: Bring me the creeps Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood brings Doctor Dog the creeps.
Doctor Dog: D'oh I did that wrong
Doctor Dog: Give me the creeps Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gives Doctor Dog the creeps.
Lil: is that contagious dog?
EWeston: Crepes on anyone on my square
Beet: It's nice to have a Big Brother who is protecting us all
Doctor Dog: Sure is
Dr.Dubious: And roll up a couple o' bummers, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Dr.Dubious
Nabby: Thanks Tween!
EWeston: Swell bunch a snoops
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: love it tween
Dr.Dubious: Hey!
Doctor Dog: Muggles
Lil: good man tweenie
Cat: high 70s style?
Lil: freudstein?
Nabby: Shibboleth is wonderful--I have the Big Book of Plays (from the olden days) but this is....more!
General Dysfunction: i was out of print in the 70's
Cat: ive never been in print
Nabby: so was i
Nabby: lol Cat
Dexter Fong: I was out of print and into cursive at a fairly young age
Doctor Dog: So do I Nabby
EWeston: I was low on sparing
Nabby: Cool Doctor Dog
Doctor Dog: Poor sparing as an index to mental demangement?
||||||||| ''Bob'' sneaks in around 9:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Cat: a funny thing happened to me on my way to a quesidillo
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
shoes for the dead: you don't understand how Radio works!
Nabby: ha ha funny?
Doctor Dog: Oh what - if I might ask you
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Lil: ah cursive primitive yet sexy
General Dysfunction: no nasality!
DJTween: Hi Bob
Elayne: Evnein' Bob!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Inquisition”- 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 purchase Duke Of Madness Motors at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
Nabby: Bob
''Bob'': Evenin', all!
Doctor Dog: Story of my life Lil
EWeston: No I was low, so if there was booms swinging about, they sent me whinning and weeping, in
''Bob'': Elayne? Be that Elayne from Firesignal??
Nabby: sexy cursing?
General Dysfunction: fast and flirty!
Dexter Fong: Yes "Bob"
Lil: well maybe you just need a bath dog
DJTween: Hey Elayne
Cat: It be indeed, bob
Nabby: Sexy mules, yes, but....
Doctor Dog: It's a fast beach
''Bob'': Hey! Rob Szarka, formerly of sunny Norwich, CT, here. :)
Nabby: fastest beach in the west
EWeston: Saves on towel use, yes?
Elayne: Indeed, Bob.
Elayne: Hi Tween!
Cat: this chat kinda grew out of Falafal.
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
General Dysfunction: full a fail
Elayne: Great to have you here, Bob! This your first time on chat?
Doctor Dog: That's afal
shoes for the dead: like worms from a hot cheese log
''Bob'': Nah. Missed it last week, though.
EWeston: Not offal then
''Bob'': I usually manage to remember after it's all over.
Cat: Elayne'
Elayne: I've missed it for the last couple of weeks, and now I'm fading fast. I guess it's the cold, it just makes me want to go under the covers and not sit here typing
Cat: mag, Four Alaram Firesignal, Falafal for short
Lil: I know the feeling bobby
''Bob'': I'm about to go into a post-Chinese-food-feast coma, myself.
shoes for the dead: hindsite is golden "Bob"
Rufus_T_Firetween: @ Bob and others >> ** 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
Rufus_T_Firetween: oops
General Dysfunction: fefferton?
Rufus_T_Firetween: wrong link
Elayne: I still owe Tom the FIRESIGNals that first appeared in INSIDE JOKE, I think. Someday I'm going to scan in IJ in its entirety...
''Bob'': Really, my CD/book/etc. budget can't stand me showing up every week. ;)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Elayne: I have everything right in this room, but it's too much like work to start scanning it all.
General Dysfunction: jack dick
EWeston: Robert
Rufus_T_Firetween: Folks, if you join that Facebook page, you'll get announcements for the shows and other FST news
''Bob'': Yeah, I see the reminders on FB. That's why I "remembered" tonight. ;)
Lil: hop
DJTween: kewl :)
||||||||| 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!"
''Bob'': Elayne: Happy to host the back issues on brazerko.com or somewhere else if you ever want to put them out for all to grab.
shoes for the dead: acid corn?
Nabby: afk but back
Lil: oops
Beet: sexual fantasies about tight shoes? Kinky
EWeston: Each ear a trip?
Lil: drunk again
General Dysfunction: tight shoes chi, wanna fight
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Audry Farber - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dr.Dubious - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Floral Acres - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| chapstick - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Thanks Bob, Tom's already offered to host them all at Chromium Switch. And since he's the one who kind of inspired me to do FAlaFal, I think I want it kept there.
Elayne: Dang, I'm afraid that's it for me this week. I'll try to have more energy next time. Bye alL!
||||||||| Elayne leaves at 9:55 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..."
Dexter Fong: Night E
Cat: by el
Beet: bye E
''Bob'': Cool beans. I'd love to see them. Found a couple of issues hiding in a box when I moved last year. I think one where I wrote in with a quote from Malcom Muggeridge...
shoes for the dead: kernals of knowlege
''Bob'': Nighty nite!
EWeston: Good fulffies Elayne
Nabby: What's FAlaFal?
EWeston: A Bill O'Rilly anagram?
||||||||| 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."
''Bob'': = Four Alarm Firesignal
Cat: Elayne's Firesign zine from the 80s, 90s
Nabby: Ahhhh tanx Bob & Cat
General Dysfunction: a nunouncer
EWeston: No a nun bouncer, an easy mistake tho
''Bob'': I medalled in nun bouncing
Nabby: It takes a doctor to help a policeman in a lawyer's world
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: heartlessly clammy
Beet: hard habit to kick
Nabby: bounce dat nun
Dexter Fong: EW:: Is that a nun who is the bouncer, or a bouncer who throws nuns out?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Whirled champs at Clameron U
EWeston: It is an existencial problem. Best solved, in the bathroom
Dexter Fong: All county Dwarf Bowling here
shoes for the dead: i werked fer the senseless bureau
''Bob'': Hey, women can bounce nuns, too. I know a couple, in fact. Former nuns, that is. Because all that bouncing got them bounced out.
EWeston: Bouncy bouncy
Beet: knocks me sensusless
General Dysfunction: the same lamentable plight
Dexter Fong: Reminds me of that scene in the Movie Bedazzled where the nuns are bouncing on trampolines
||||||||| 10:03 PM -- laconic left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
EWeston: I spent a year on the toffee spear team at Sencless high
Nabby: Aww Bedazzled
''Bob'': Laconic was here? He sure didn't say much.
General Dysfunction: tofu team!
Nabby: Julie Andrews!
Dexter Fong: Bob: Kinda kept to hisself too
DJTween: Going to be a short night folks, because I'm feeling rather poorly. Have been fighting a cold for days
EWeston: Getcher beans straight!
Nabby: Sorry Tween please take care
Merlyn: nobody ever fights a hot
General Dysfunction: give in and rest, take care
shoes for the dead: who assed ya pastor?
''Bob'': Be well, amigo
Dexter Fong: Tween: Let Rufus takeover the show...you get some rest
Cat: sorry to hear that, tween
DJTween: Wish I could ;)
EWeston: Yep a healthy Tweeny is a good Tweeny
Nabby: What EW said
DJTween: Thanks
Dexter Fong: Oh..I see....not ready for prime time eh?
Beet: Take care of yourself and get well quick, Tween.
shoes for the dead: heal up, Tween
shoes for the dead: an umlaut is just a horizontalcolol
Nabby: I'd rather have a winter cold than be a summer clod
Nabby: What?
Dexter Fong: A horizontal colon is just a tube on it's side
Cat: i'd rather have a horizon of alcohol than a horizontal colon
Dexter Fong: Some people call it a Metro
General Dysfunction: nonononononnnnno
EWeston: Could be a pocket universe. Check it with a stick first
General Dysfunction: poor tommy
Nabby: what happens if you turn out a pocket universe?
shoes for the dead: and if it sticks?
Nabby: ditto cat
Dexter Fong: Universal lint Nabby
Nabby: aha! Dex
EWeston: You are exposed as a universesexual
Nabby: lol
General Dysfunction: option16
||||||||| It's 10:10 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
||||||||| Doctor Dog - dead from measles
||||||||| late - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: nothing worse than a stickey universe
Dexter Fong: EW: So! You've been lokking at my dark matter!!
Beet: That's a lot of exposure
Nabby: take off your organ
Dexter Fong: or looking
Nabby: who can resist Dex
EWeston: I like the way it tickles my nose
Captain Equinox: Goa
General Dysfunction: a proposition of laughter!
Dexter Fong: Nabby: THe usual neight sayers and other such animal apists
shoes for the dead: the universe, EW?
Nabby: Dear friends, why are you here?
Captain Equinox: Gotta run keep 'em flying!!!
EWeston: RSVP that Goa!
Nabby: Bbye Cappy
shoes for the dead: by Capt
Beet: C ya Eq
Cat: by cap
Merlyn: cya later
DJTween: Bye Captn
Dexter Fong: Nabby: I heard that Bob the Lumber Executive would be here
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Woody 1 in through the front door at 10:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Night Capt
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 10:12 PM.
Captain Equinox: Later, tween!
DJTween: Hi Woody
EWeston: Sgt Illuminato did say the Universe is Love, and no child support payments
Captain Equinox: And all!
General Dysfunction: lick a boot, make a difference
Dexter Fong: Hey Woody
Cat: hi wood. by merl
Dexter Fong: It's just winding down
Woody 1: Ever been to the piss fest, Bob?
EWeston: Bye Capn
Cat: a hipster isnt a hippie
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Woody 1: Hi, guys.
Nabby: true Cat
shoes for the dead: hi woody
Nabby: Hi
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
EWeston: You got the anecdote Woody?
Dexter Fong wonders isf Piss Fest had ever been to the Bob
DJTween: lol
Woody 1: Ha!
Nabby: Bob's already sawing logs
General Dysfunction: wheee!
EWeston: Regular or revisionist Bob Dex?
Dexter Fong: That's Bob and Weave Dex
Cat: i've been to bob's big boy in van nuys in the mid 60s. great burgers, sesame seed buns...
EWeston: Not an Ethel Bob, one hopes
Nabby: Ass cap
DJTween: Back when a burger was a burger, right Cat?
EWeston: Und butt whistles for the main table
Cat: indeed
Dexter Fong: Cat": COuld that have been the inspiration for Bob's Brazerko Lounge?
Nabby: Oooh Cat, nice
Woody 1: Wait for the Doctor Fork.
Cat: i thought it was just an la restaurant. surprised to find them elsewhere
EWeston: Where's that nurse?
Cat: double patty on really soft bun, with mustard. it's 50 years ago but i remember them fondly
Dexter Fong: Nabby: I've got my Burlington 12 gauge over/under loaded with ass caps....
General Dysfunction: plopane, a small plecentage
Cat: shredded lettuce
Dexter Fong: I think we're all pro ploplane here in Methane Heights
shoes for the dead: stop snootin the kids
Nabby: Dex, funny, I've got a burlap bag underloaded gas traps
EWeston: Lettus prey
Nabby: wythe
Cat: its amazing how much of my food memory from that era involves hamburgers
Nabby: *bows heads*
shoes for the dead: lettuce spray
Nabby: *sprays*
Dexter Fong: Nabby: Cool! Wanna pull a height...er uh heighst
General Dysfunction: lettucerelishatomato
EWeston: I remember Macdonales. The therapy isn't helping
Nabby: I'm so there
Dexter Fong: Sounds like they're firing ass caps
Cat: the last hamburger i had was at restaurant Guy Savoy in Vegas a few weeks ago. called a French burger, about the size of silver dollar. astonishingly good
Dexter Fong: The Musical load
Nabby: Let's climb to the highest heist
Dexter Fong: The Big SST Robbery
EWeston: I can't aford the clothes for that
General Dysfunction: the ultimate gusto!
Nabby: I'll gladly pay you Tuesday....
DJTween: Next week, P&B's "Give Us A Break"
Dexter Fong: All you need is a parachute
shoes for the dead: they rent them
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
||||||||| 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'
Woody 1: I just got a request from a friend for Dear Friends, saying all he could find were high prices. He didn't know of laugh.com. I think he was finding the MFSL cds.
EWeston: But who packs them?
Nabby: Groovy Tween!
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and feel better quickly and make sure Rufus doesn't catch whatever you have
||||||||| 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: my norities
Nabby: Right on!
Dexter Fong: Full stop!!
EWeston: Related to the Titey Whitys?
Woody 1: checking out that stein
shoes for the dead: your norities are showing
EWeston: OH...I thought I burned them!
General Dysfunction: death is upon me.... I'm OFF!
Dexter Fong: I"LL MATCH MY JORITIES AGAINST YOUR NORITIES (but in lower case)
Nabby: predominant norities are a sure sign of klobs
EWeston: Bye Bye Heneral
Nabby: later General
Beet: Great job playing injured tonight Tween. Thanks for the extra effort. G'Nite all.
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the yaws
||||||||| reindeer - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: Good episode!
EWeston: Sez yah Beet
shoes for the dead: hear ya Sun Twen
''Bob'': l8r g8ers
Cat: thanks again, Tween
DJTween: Thanks for listening, folks :)
EWeston: Appy same year all
DJTween: My pleasure, all :)
||||||||| 10:25 PM -- ''Bob'' left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
General Dysfunction: Great episode,thanks tween!!
Woody 1: Nice Bear Whiz stein. Got my Danger shirt from there.
Nabby: Tanx Rween
Dexter Fong: Thanks for oudioing tween
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:26 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs EWeston by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Nabby )
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!! Bye
Dexter Fong: Night EW
Nabby: Sproing!
Cat: must go in search of food. all this hamburger talk has made me hungry. see y'all next week
||||||||| General Dysfunction says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, General Dysfunction exits at 10:26 PM.
Dexter Fong: and Shoes too
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
||||||||| "10:26 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Cat, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| DJTween is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:27 PM.
||||||||| "10:27 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: They're dropping like mars flies in a ass capping klein bottle
Woody 1: Bad night's sleep last night and need to make it up tonight. Night yall.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:27 PM, dragging reindeer by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Dexter Fong: Come back earlier next time Woody
Woody 1: Yep.
||||||||| 10:28 PM -- Woody 1 left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, I can vouch that reindeer is rather late
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
Dexter Fong: and so I find my self doing it again for this week as I've done for so many weeks
Dexter Fong: Night all
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| reindeer - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| PissFest - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 11:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, Dear Fremds! I run late again!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flatsam and I have had a most busy "Post-Christmas at our London Flot at Bakersfield Street.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): So many old fremds have visited! Again, all Firesign Theatre fans are welcome in our London home!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Our good friend, Mr. Rococo, has enjoyed a long stay with us as has Mr. Danger.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Freuds, Flatman and I must bid you a fond farewell for this week! "Keep 'em Flying!" as our Dear Freud Porgie always tell us!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where's my coco powder, Flotsam?
||||||||| At 11:53 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 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 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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:
absent
baa
Beet
''Bob''
bozo
Captain Equinox
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Doctor Dog
Dr.Dubious
dude
Elayne
elpoptart
EWeston
Floral Acres
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
la be
late
Lil
Merlyn
MikeSherry
Nabby
PissFest
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Woody 1
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#JUSFLKPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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