A Firesign Chat
02/13/2014




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 February 13, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween enters at 7:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| 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 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Principalpoop', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: I am early
Principalpoop: tweeny is trapped between parenthesis
Principalpoop: like arhnold in the terminator, I'll be back
||||||||| Around 8:20 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:38 PM and breeze sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Yo P
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:38 PM and late as usual, it's Bobz, just back from Illinois."
||||||||| Outside, the 8:38 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Andrew coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Breeze
DJTween: Hi Bobz
DJTween: Hi Andrew
Andrew: Hi
DJTween: music in a minute or so
||||||||| 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)'
breeze: yummy
Bobz: Hello DJTween
Andrew: looking forward to it
breeze: Hi
DJTween: music is up
Bobz: How can you not like onion rings?
Andrew: nice audio quality!
Bobz: Shoulda used a 7-gun?
DJTween: Thanks :) Only 128k, but OK
Andrew: Phil sounds so much like Buddy its Uncanny!
DJTween: never thought of that, Bobz
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
DJTween: Austin does great country/rockabilly
DJTween: Hey Dex
Bobz: 7 is luckier and it has one more bullet
DJTween: how true, how true
Andrew: he forms a pretty mean posse too
Andrew: good to know
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
||||||||| late enters at 8:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| 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 hanuman plummets into the garden at 8:45 PM.
||||||||| dude steals in around 8:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: You're early late
late: howdy
DJTween: Hi late, hanuman, dude
Andrew: Justin Time now entering chat
||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "CeeJayHey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as CeeJayHey enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
late: howdy
Andrew: sorry, i'll leave the jokes to pros frm now on
dude: Being here violates my parole...so keep it on the D L
||||||||| "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: Hi CeeJayHey
DJTween: Andrew, jokesters always welcome here :)
dude: Where can I get the Ralph Soilsprot motors Lic. Plate Frames
late: tierra del fuego, man
Andrew: i love this song
CeeJayHey: Say Hey!
CeeJayHey: Rockin' tune
Dexter Fong: Hay!
||||||||| "8:51 PM? 8:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits on the divan.
CeeJayHey: How's it goin' eh?
Andrew: thnks DJ
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
EWeston: Hi there Dex tweeny, and a bunch of mugs
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies General Dysfunction into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Dreamfinder waltzes in at 8:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi General
DJTween: Hi Dreamfinder
Dreamfinder: Your door knocker fell off. Hi all!
General Dysfunction: hey youse guys
EWeston: Heneral and finder of misplaced dreams
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Lucien coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Lucien
General Dysfunction: I dreamed i was here
Dreamfinder: I dreamed I was dreaming, but when I awoke I found you were right.
Lucien: Hello!
EWeston: I'm often beside myself when I dream
late: lawyers + guns + money = all your bases covered?
General Dysfunction: always comparing dream notes?
EWeston: He's just an excitable boy
DJTween: That about covers it, doesn't it?
||||||||| "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!"
Dreamfinder: I'm an loooooong time fan of the 4 or 5... going back to a very confusing first listen to Dwarf back in '72...
DJTween: Fine album (EB)
late: all your base are belong to us?
||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nabby coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dreamfinder: But I got semi-recumbant and planted my ear to a speaker and I began to hear the light.
Nabby: Welly welly welly well
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
DJTween: Hi Nabby
||||||||| Art Holelaugher tiptoes in around 8:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: But now I'm just down to ase, its embarrassing
Nabby: Hi Dex & Tween & all
DJTween: Hi Art
Dreamfinder: I've got 5 ases!
Art Holelaugher: Howdy pardners!
EWeston: Check your other sleve. They may be organizing
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:58 PM and late as usual, it's Cat, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
DJTween: Hi shoes
DJTween: Hey Cat
late: howdy art, hows the nudist trailer park going?
Nabby: Hi Cat
Dexter Fong: Hey Shoes
EWeston: Cat's here, with shoes
shoes for the dead: howdy
Cat: good song
Andrew: 30 secs ...
Nabby: Hey shoes
shoes for the dead: hi Cat
Cat: video quite funny
DJTween: Saw the tour way back when
EWeston: Whole album is good
General Dysfunction: they're trailing nudists now?
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Principalpoop falls out at 8:59 PM.
Andrew: and counting faster than i type
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
DJTween: Yeah it is, EW
Dexter Fong: Hiya Poop
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 13, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
shoes for the dead: no parking them
Nabby: Evenin'
Principalpoop: the rod
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Beet: From a snowed-in West Virginia, hoping a nice Thursday evening to my fellow Fireheads
Cat: its the tween voice
late: don't worry about it man
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Just call me Nancy in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Hi Beet
Principalpoop: hi tweeny and all
EWeston: The spindle and the homage done
Andrew: yeah!
Nabby: Hey Pp
Beet: Hi dex
Nabby: Hi Beet
Beet: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: the roanoke snow is taller than my beagle dog, poor thing, brrrr
Beet: Hi Nab
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
late: cool, possible new release?
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: Hey M
General Dysfunction: the snow is a dog and a half high
DJTween: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” - 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 >> (out of print - try eBay or Amazon)'
shoes for the dead: hey Merl
Nabby: Hey Merl
Cat: really sounds like philip k. dick. inspired by american trash
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
Dreamfinder: Speak to me, Joey D!!
Beet: Hi Merl
Merlyn: hey
Cat: very very old? austin was around 40?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
Dreamfinder: M-Mom... D-Dad... ?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
shoes for the dead: how can it be half high?
Just call me Nancy: Whenever I play "How can you be in two places at once when you're not anywhere at all", people look at me funny. The just don't understand. "Climate Control... Climate Control? Let's see what kinda of climate we can get!"
EWeston: Hey huh. Oh hi.
DJTween: This is a rip from some scratchy, worn vinyl, sorry
Beet: Sounds OK
Nabby: Dream you knoe it
General Dysfunction: love that background sound
shoes for the dead: vinyl is final
CeeJayHey: On calorie per drink!
Principalpoop: sounds half baked
Nabby: Pass the chips please
Beet: Yum
General Dysfunction: pop pop pop
Cat: we're out of chips. have a chimp
shoes for the dead: silicon?
EWeston: Their still moving. Quality control where is U!!!
late: y, it's kind of rough - still the one i sent you? it's an illegal upload i pulled down from usenet back in the late 90s, iirc
Nabby: Cool to hear this
General Dysfunction: here we go!
Nabby: purr Cat
Principalpoop: newsgroups? ahh those were the days, my isp ignores them now
Cat: i remember when firesign was a usegroup
Nabby: bbs wasn't bs
Principalpoop: bauds ahhh bauds
shoes for the dead: hand me the pliers so i can change the channel
EWeston: Pay the Lord Dear Friends
General Dysfunction: amen
Nabby: Baudy check
Nabby: How much
Merlyn: The butler still posts the chat to the Firesign use group: https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre
||||||||| 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!"
late: usenet was the wild west of early net days
shoes for the dead: baudy mama
EWeston: Blank ones are my choice
Beet: Broncos lose?
General Dysfunction: he is somethin'
Principalpoop: what rhymes with licorice?
EWeston: Topical Bronco's
Merlyn: sick o' rich
Nabby: Ick or ish
Principalpoop: avarice
EWeston: Orange. Not many people know this
Nabby: x x
Principalpoop: month?
shoes for the dead: good, EW
Principalpoop: there has got to be something on
late: what is in alt.binaries.mom? do we really want to know? even for science?
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Art Holelaugher - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| hanuman - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: gif me
||||||||| "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!"
General Dysfunction: I'm loving the channel I'm on
EWeston: Do it for Intelligent Paradesign
shoes for the dead: in the groove
DJTween: It be a good channel, General :)
||||||||| Worker enters at 9:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Worker: What a groove!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
llanwydd: good evening, folks
EWeston: Hello worker
Principalpoop: how did B movies get called that?
Cat: hi llan
Nabby: Beez
llanwydd: new crowd, I see
DJTween: Hey LLan!
Principalpoop: ahh llan, wow, hi
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
EWeston: And did the B movies answer?
Principalpoop: lots of newbies, how you doing?
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Long time llan
DJTween: Long time no see, guy :)
General Dysfunction: bill ding
shoes for the dead: specially when ya se them, PP
late: get on with it
llanwydd: what's the topic tonight?
Merlyn: hey llan
Cat: nice mix of new and old
||||||||| Zac enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Catherwood, please serve everyone some Welsh Rarebit
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some welsh rarebit.
EWeston: mr. producer getting antsy
llanwydd: lol
shoes for the dead: mine's burnt.......
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
llanwydd: a welsh rarebit is a virgin from cardiff
Nabby: I'm punching mine
Principalpoop: schroon lake huh? ok ok
DJTween: heheh
Worker: All the shores were glitched and gloomy...
EWeston: Not parsinged then?
llanwydd: go fuck yourself asshole
late: over the edge!
Principalpoop: lool, i forget what schroon lake was about LOOL
late: damn
Dexter Fong: You can say that again
General Dysfunction: ow
breeze: lettuce paws
EWeston: You gotta go OOOWWW
llanwydd: to all others, good to be back
Dexter Fong: llan: Can you get the audio portion now?
General Dysfunction: OOOWWW
Nabby: Good to meet you llan
Cat: good to see you again, llan
Principalpoop: hehe
Worker: Don't just say Owww, say OOOWWWW!!!
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Bosco Hearn in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: what's up, chuck?
llanwydd: don't say puke
General Dysfunction: but it hurts
shoes for the dead: mean to bambi?
Nabby: Deer Bambi...
EWeston: Gotta put your back, legs and Isls of Langerhands into it
late: damn, she likes it that way - solid
DJTween: Hi Bosco
General Dysfunction: where bambi goes nothing grows
Principalpoop: oh mitch
Dexter Fong: midge
EWeston: The first atomic deer
DJTween: Llan, if I had known you were going to show up, I would have read your review
shoes for the dead: where was this recorded?
Cat: its hard to tell if the real bambi was here or just someone else using the name
DJTween: love the bit about (I'm not mean to Bambi)
llanwydd: my review?
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Seems like in Colorado
EWeston: Colorado I think
||||||||| titaniumbob steps in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Nabby: Foster Brooks?
Principalpoop: oh midge
DJTween: Hi TB
CeeJayHey: Good News
EWeston: Check Bob for nicks
Nabby: and twix
llanwydd: I don't remember my review, tween. can you refresh my memory?
General Dysfunction: midge in the middle of lawyers
titaniumbob: I wonder where Ruth is . . . . ?
EWeston: No Zittles, they all gone down
shoes for the dead: or leaks
Cat: in the hall of fame
late: yes, damnit, yes
Nabby: One away
late: enhanced vinyl experience
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Worker: Yes, I will! Yes... yes...yes...yes...
shoes for the dead: the truth comes out
Nabby: not not insane
EWeston: Its been in the closet too long
Cat: sounds great, tween. wish i'd seen it
General Dysfunction: out and free
Nabby: Indeed Cat
llanwydd: is this tween's voice we are hearing?
shoes for the dead: from the hoarse mouth
EWeston: yup
late: archives
Cat: yes
Nabby: yes llan
General Dysfunction: bless him
Principalpoop: no illan, you are hallucinating
Beet: Excellent idea! I want one.
Nabby: It would be brilliant
Cat: that would be amazing, tween
late: would buy/10
Dexter Fong: I'd say...gee....gosh....okay!!!!
llanwydd: he doesn't sound the way I imagined his voice
EWeston: I'm in
CeeJayHey: Yes!
General Dysfunction: it's always that way
Cat: its more work for sir fudd though
Dexter Fong: llan: That's him
DJTween: I'm not from Texas, Llan lol
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: i know that song
shoes for the dead: i sound like Mickey Rooney myself
DJTween: I can do a good Texas Drawl on occasion, but usually not :)
Dexter Fong: well alright alright
General Dysfunction: remorse salad
||||||||| Outside, the 9:24 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving kestrel74 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Beet: I grew up there so it's easy for me
Nabby: All I know is "down the road a piece"
Cat: i know a story about mickey rooney, sort of
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bobz - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dreamfinder - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Just call me Nancy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: In TX everything is chicken fried
llanwydd: I've always like mickey, except for andy hardy
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: If it moves throw it in the batter.
Dexter Fong: Too many names
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read Llanwydd's review of “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-rv
Nabby: And listen to it sing
FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: Wow, again. How do i preserve this thing?
DJTween: Hi Frank
General Dysfunction: gaaaawd daaaam high baaalls
Cat: i was eating chicken kiev on my birthday with my cousin at a restaurant in west hollywood in 1973. george harrison and company walked in and sat down in the next booth.
||||||||| XTCvsAdamAnt steals in around 9:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
llanwydd: oh, that's what you meant. I didn't remember my review
DJTween: Hi Adam
Cat: two guys who looked like bankers and a girl who looked like gene harlow.
kestrel74: HiJack
FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: Grape
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: THey've posted it in the Review section for this album, Llan :)
EWeston: That George was a good George
Nabby: kestrel
Cat: harrison was telling them, "i dont want to be down to my last 20,000$ like mickey rooney.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:27 PM, dragging Elayne by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Andrew: gotta run, everyone have a great night! thanks DJ
Cat: i was surprised he said dollars, not pounds
shoes for the dead: by George!
Elayne: Evenin' all! My gosh, it's damp outside!
Nabby: Sounds heavy Cat
DJTween: Hey E
Cat: hi el. you've already heard my mickey rooney story many times
shoes for the dead: Hi El
llanwydd: hi elayne
Beet: Hey, E
Nabby: Greetings Elayne
EWeston: By Andy, Hi Elyne
FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume: The messages disappear
Principalpoop: hey E, a site for you before I forget again... http://www.helpingyoumaintain.com/episodes
Beet: Drifts of snow outside my door
Elayne: Maybe so, Cat, but that doesn't mean I remember it. :)
EWeston: Check the log Frank. Its all there
DJTween: FrenchFrank, click the Log link at the bottom of the page to view previous messages
Elayne: I don't actually mind the damp, particularly if it gets rid of the piles of snow and ice around my car.
General Dysfunction: the little one, with the hat
Nabby: Got log?
DJTween: Getting around NYC must be interesting these days
shoes for the dead: and frozen winos/
Nabby: Just a taste shoes
Beet: Even Atlanta is getting hit pretty hard
EWeston: Presto! A log
Principalpoop: how do you make antifreeze? hide her woolen nightie
General Dysfunction: big old presto
Nabby: Legs like logs
shoes for the dead: all that weather goes to England
late: a big-legged woman aint got no soul?
EWeston: Devilish Nepew
Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, but I'm still waiting for it to get funny. Maybe the second episode?
kestrel74: Lincoln Legs
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
llanwydd: had to turn the sound off. I can't write and listen at the same time
Principalpoop: loool
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne in through the front door at 9:31 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Who's got the erector set?
llanwydd: or even read
Elayne: Tween, Manhattan resembles a literary agent's desk now. One big slush pile.
Nabby: you have to split your brain in half and untwangle your lobes llan
llanwydd: lol
Elayne: Here in da Bronkers, we have a bit more ice so it'll take more than even this torrential downpour to get rid of it. Plus it's scheduled to turn back into snow in the wee hours.
Principalpoop: move your lips, that is what I do, it helps llan
||||||||| 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 Goldengun13 gets out at 9:32 PM.
General Dysfunction: a few beets from the peasants
Nabby: yes the lips thing helps
llanwydd: I'm left-handed, you know. southpaws use the rigth side of their brain more than the left
DJTween: Hi Golden
llanwydd: right
Nabby: ice yikes be careful
shoes for the dead: lip slimg
Principalpoop: sinister side
Cat: did you read my most recent blog post, el? i wonder if the sustainable seafood movement has any traction in nyc
EWeston: No no, a left!
Nabby: Oof
Goldengun13: Hello, seakers!
Nabby: hey GoldenG
CeeJayHey: Duck!
EWeston: Squeakers Meekers, and drones
Nabby: New Newt newt oil CeeJ
Cat: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
shoes for the dead: new toil
Principalpoop: new newts
llanwydd: sustainable seafood sounds interesting
llanwydd: baffling, actually
CeeJayHey: Seen.
Cat: a very big movement in vancouver. don't know if that's true elsewhere
llanwydd: do you eat it live?
Dexter Fong: Eat em, wash en off, eat em again
Beet: The music of radio announcer's voices
Goldengun13: Huh, the bird sound effects are the same as ones the Beatles used
EWeston: The meme has moved beyond the moleskin cookies then
CeeJayHey: I smell a rat
Cat: best halibut i've ever had, last week. astonishly good
General Dysfunction: rat's got the mole
EWeston: I think he has my script
Beet: never had halibut
Goldengun13: Double-oh gauge! Must be like the one provided by Bags by Bagg
llanwydd: halibut is like flounder
shoes for the dead: but what, Beet?
||||||||| "9:37 PM? 9:37 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Cat: i am fond of fish
Beet: just for the halibut
General Dysfunction: smashed rat flat
EWeston: Which would you take for a headache
llanwydd: I live in florida. red snapper is really big down here
kestrel74: flatrat
llanwydd: that and grouper
Cat: do they have swordfish there?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “LAWYER’S HOSPITAL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item
DJTween: Hi Ralph
EWeston: I'll stick with asperin
CeeJayHey: Thanks, Rufus!
shoes for the dead: groupies are tasty too
Ralph: Hello friends
General Dysfunction: the navy is going to the air
Goldengun13: Greetings, seaker!
Beet: groupers?
EWeston: Lo Ralph
||||||||| DoctorGogol steals in around 9:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: hi Ralph
EWeston: weepers
llanwydd: I never caught them when I was a fisherman, cat
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| XTCvsAdamAnt - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Andrew - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Zac - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Hiya friends (Ralph)
kestrel74: which are already in progress
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
llanwydd: we went out for grouper and red snapper and would sometimes come back with shark and turtles as well
llanwydd: now that I think of it swordfish was way offshore
shoes for the dead: or square groupers
llanwydd: I was in the shallow waters
General Dysfunction: a story on every floor
Nabby: Anselmo!
EWeston: GMA Gropers?
General Dysfunction: shiny bouncy squeaky clean
llanwydd: lol
Nabby: *applause*
Beet: Cool
Goldengun13: Very nice!
llanwydd: catherwood, would you get me a brandy? I'll have it neat in a snifter, please
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a brandy i'll have it neat in a snifter.
Cat: i had grouper in a restaturant in the dallas airport about a decade ago. with lime. very good
shoes for the dead: ganja groupers EW
llanwydd: LOL
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Old same place in through the front door at 9:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
late: i think i added a bunch of jack poet ads at the end... prob not on side 2
Nabby: High 70's alright
llanwydd: take my word, grouper is best smothered in stewed tomatoes
EWeston: Msquite smokered I hope
Goldengun13: Ah, the Old Same Place
llanwydd: alright, catherwood, I'll get it myself
||||||||| Catherwood gets it myself.
llanwydd: lol
late: let's hope that they do release an archive of late 70s/early 80s material
kestrel74: that's hysterical
General Dysfunction: dear friends
Nabby: James Joyce was a wuss compared to you know who
Goldengun13: Deputy Dan!
Principalpoop: deputy dan has no friends
late: he has no friends?
EWeston: Elmer Fudd Amirite?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “Deputy Dan Will Find Us No Matter Where We Go”- 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'
General Dysfunction: Lettuce relish a tomato
Nabby: Deputy Dan has friends here
Nabby: Noy
Nabby: Not
Beet: Must have been a mess
EWeston: Lettuce prey
kestrel74: Deputy Dan smells like 1953
General Dysfunction: and pey the lerd
Cat: i'm waiting for a release of their first radio work, kpfk, krla and kmet
Principalpoop: peas romaine seeded
Beet: what prets on lettuce?
Beet: preys
llanwydd: afk for a brandy. anybody want one?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind 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: mantises
Goldengun13: Oh man, if not to even account for oneself!
Nabby: We slipped into Dear Friends
General Dysfunction: want brandy
EWeston: No its what they hunt, and feed upon
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:46 PM, dragging Bosco Hearn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: This is where the cuts from the original Dear Friends release came from, Nabby :)
DJTween: wb Bosco
||||||||| 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!"
Goldengun13: What a fight! :)
Dexter Fong: Nabby: This program is the original radio broadcast Dear Friends
Nabby: Hi Bosco
Bosco Hearn: I'll vouch for --- ME!
shoes for the dead: real good bit
EWeston: Comic zoomies according to the snake red text's
Nabby: Indeedy Tween
DJTween: The 1972 Dear Friends album was more or less a 'best of'
Goldengun13: Oh man, I can't "bear it"
General Dysfunction: date dogs not bears
DJTween: This is one of the actual shows, which is what DOMM is all about
kestrel74: Bear Whiz
CeeJayHey: Jeepers, this is out of control !!!
Goldengun13: Boy howdy!
Cat: they were looking for a way to get on radio. the short pieces like this worked well
EWeston: Throw a date at him!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: noting the beginning of the track used on the record
General Dysfunction: venus envy
Principalpoop: sanitary napkin rings
Goldengun13: Stuck pig strength!
Beet: Phone booth. Wahat's that
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: and out
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Rockstar, just back from New Jersey."
DJTween: Hi Rockstar
General Dysfunction: all the tricolor people are good sports
Rockstar: I just thought I'd drop out and say hello. Hello.
llanwydd: what color should I try
Goldengun13: Much agreed!
Beet: fag used to mean cigarette
kestrel74: distorted fag
shoes for the dead: they worship the holy Trinitron
llanwydd: it still does
Cat: nice of you to drop out, star
||||||||| "9:51 PM? 9:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Governor Slugwell should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Governor Slugwell enters and sits at the bar.
Rockstar: Not staying long, I just thought I'd see what was happening here
EWeston: Keep those speers away from th picture type tube
llanwydd: now tune in
llanwydd: and turn on
Goldengun13: It's -all- happening here!
Cat: firesign is always happening. us, just thursday night
shoes for the dead: it was happening then
Principalpoop: move along, move along, do not tap the link at the top to listien to firesign
Rockstar: getting there yes. Making dinner, so only a few moments left
General Dysfunction: whatdowedonow?
late: aliens!
Rockstar: Ah, station break
Goldengun13: Register now!
Principalpoop: on nooker street
llanwydd: get into de sky were dey can't find you
Goldengun13: Hmm, just a public cervix announcement
kestrel74: Martian registration
General Dysfunction: chickenprices
Nabby: haha these are really fun
EWeston: Unfold your registered aliens
Beet: public cervix announcements
General Dysfunction: I'm so glad I'm in town
Principalpoop: geek dancing and free cheese logs
Nabby: Mr. Foster Freeze
Goldengun13: Can't even say it without making a Freudian slip
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Rockstar: Cool. These are the actual Firesigns on the audio? Beautiful
Nabby: It's true and it's cruel
General Dysfunction: alive and well and crying genic
kestrel74: don't cry
EWeston: THey can't find the geek dancers today of the quality of lastmonth
llanwydd: freezing mr foster is brilliant glibness
Nabby: I wept too
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Worker - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Elayne - dead from The Plague
||||||||| DoctorGogol - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: no don't freeze that john
EWeston: My third eye leaked a little
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Regnad Kcin inside, makes a note of the time (9:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Beet: Elayne be gone
shoes for the dead: fowl minded pervert
||||||||| 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: Out of the gray
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: love the name DoctorGogol
Goldengun13: Watch out for the cheeselog!
||||||||| "9:55 PM? 9:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "eat it raw should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as eat it raw enters and sits in the comfy chair.
llanwydd: he knows his russian lit
Cat: lots of new folks tonight
Goldengun13: Raw raw raw, that's the spirits we have here!
llanwydd: HOW NEW ARE THEY?
Dexter Fong: or new names at least
kestrel74: I'm not new............. I'm old
EWeston: Don't crowd the wheels now
llanwydd: ....they're so new...
Cat: Dead Souls?
General Dysfunction: rabbits apart
||||||||| 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!"
breeze: I am old but new
Goldengun13: It's my first Firesign chat, actually.
Bosco Hearn: Dead air.
Cat: both are good, breeze
Beet: Welcome
breeze: twound
DJTween: Hi EatIt
Dexter Fong: Gold: How's it been so far?
EWeston: Hope its been fun
llanwydd: welcome Gg13. I had my first in 2002
Goldengun13: Most excellent!
General Dysfunction: lucky duck sounds scary
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
breeze: been justa laughin
Principalpoop: the river flows and flowing is always new and always old and huh what
Cat: i was here on the first chat, 1995. still here
llanwydd: incredible, cat
Principalpoop: quite a log that cat
kestrel74: That's an OLD cat !
Nabby: almost 20
Beet: You can't put your foot in the same river twice
EWeston: You got your koan in my peanut butter
llanwydd: a 20th century chatter
DJTween: lol EW
Dexter Fong: Beet: But you can always whiz in the stream
shoes for the dead: that's Cats cot in the corner
Beet: Important
Principalpoop: ahh that is it, you guys are faster han googila
llanwydd: by the way, chat means cat in french
General Dysfunction: and that's important
Goldengun13: Le chat noir?
breeze: quick whips
Cat: i am older than some, younger than others
Principalpoop: no, chat means chat in french hehe
Regnad Kcin: .revo thgir llef eh ,nuf on s'eH
DJTween: we should change the same to The Firesign Tabby?
EWeston: Got one of those, he beats on me
General Dysfunction: been there, but soglad to be here
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: clever, reg
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: chat would be my name, if i were french
Principalpoop: got the t-shirt and coffee cup and rash?
shoes for the dead: Le Firesign, Tween
EWeston: Un Gato
Dexter Fong: Right on Vato
llanwydd: if I were french my first name would be jean
Goldengun13: Grand Funk Railroad! Now that's great. :)
Beet: How did the boys fare popularity wise in Europe?
EWeston: If I were French, my folks lied complexly to me
Principalpoop: yes sir GFR
Goldengun13: *Railway
Nabby: Grand Funk Rarebit
shoes for the dead: soap de la Chat Mort
llanwydd: lol, weston
DJTween: "sniffing the insides of their crystal microphones" lol
llanwydd: ou est le chat mort?
Goldengun13: Contact High
Cat: have you seen my crystal spider?
Merlyn: Contact High
breeze: Railway Rarebit Mort
EWeston: Deadcat soap, or the wombat?
llanwydd: crystal who?
Principalpoop: do robots dream of electric sheep?
Nabby: Short and sweet
Merlyn: They brought the Beatles in just for that one line
Principalpoop: do you want to know a secret?
Goldengun13: Clocksuckers!
EWeston: Kaching!
Goldengun13: To get back that lost time
Dexter Fong: Chure man
Merlyn: Does the NSA promise not to tell?
late: aw man it's the dan
EWeston: Yes but their finger keeps moving on the page
shoes for the dead: I'd like to see this pamphlet
Goldengun13: Yes, but Deputy Dan will find us wherever we go
Beet: BTW hello NSA guy.
Goldengun13: "Don't follow the balls when the hit the street"
CeeJayHey: si
Cat: its in the domm book
Goldengun13: One of my favorite expressions
Principalpoop: no taunting the spooks, especially when they are snowdenned hehe
Nabby: The NSA is an algorithm named Fred
||||||||| 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: Right on!!
General Dysfunction: right on
Goldengun13: Fred, huh?
Goldengun13: I thought it was Doctor Memory
Nabby: DoMM - required listening
Lucien: Anyone know if that's Phil Proctor reading the Spanish?
General Dysfunction: boys and grooves
EWeston: He's green and vary cat like
Dexter Fong: Luc: Yes
Nabby: Dr. M... .... ...ah.... ?
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: wow, I never heard this part of the skit
Cat: proc speaks many languages
Beet: DOMM - Firesign Prep
Goldengun13: Gypsy doctor
Lucien: Yeah, that's what I'd been told.
late: 'peace' officers, yeah right
General Dysfunction: elegant farmer
Lucien: So it figures.
Goldengun13: They're peace men!
Principalpoop: al gore rithm, al gore rithm, who could ask for anything more
Goldengun13: From Police State
EWeston: Benghazi in the morning
DJTween: llanwydd: wow, I never heard this part of the skit << you need to buy DOMM, Llan :)
late: this is the show that a lot of DF was taken from, so y, it's odd hearing it in original context
Cat: i think ossman speaks spanish as well i know he lived in mexico as a child
Goldengun13: Hmm, Ben Gazi?
shoes for the dead: algol rythym
DJTween: Didn't know that, Cat
Principalpoop: spanish or mexican?
Dexter Fong: si
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
llanwydd: have I been living under a rock? what is DOMM?
General Dysfunction: white car brown car
Beet: spanican
llanwydd: death of my mom?
Principalpoop: hispaniacs
shoes for the dead: all the Radio shows, LLan
Dexter Fong: lol llan
CeeJayHey: Dole . . . .
Rufus_T_Firetween: Llan >> ** Read the story behind 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
Principalpoop: doctor of molecular monstrology
llanwydd: don't open my mind?
late: duke of madness motors
Cat: not all, shoes. just 70-72.
EWeston: Direct Occpation of Multiple Maples
llanwydd: AHA
Dexter Fong: LLAN: The Hour hour shows, Dear friends, and Dear friends Le' eat
Cat: they started on the radio in 66. i discovered them on krla in 67
General Dysfunction: bote of them was like you
DJTween: It's a DVD MP3 collection, and a book about the period
Nabby: That's back a ways
shoes for the dead: don't ait on yer pipe Llan
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Old same place - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Rockstar - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: sit
General Dysfunction: giant whites
EWeston: Duke of Madness Motoers...or Mufflers
Principalpoop: woof woof yes master
Cat: dr john's gris gris flavoured powders
General Dysfunction: yes another beer
Cat: would not have caught that ref without recent immersion in to that dr. john album
shoes for the dead: rope salesman
General Dysfunction: instupidedly
Dexter Fong: Hey Nabby
llanwydd: thanks for the tip tween. I'll check into domm
EWeston: I might be a Baillio. But the restraining order must be gone by now
llanwydd: great to be back again and great to see a lot of new names. see you all again sometime
llanwydd: goodnight
General Dysfunction: once hard up on shore
EWeston: Nite mang
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Nabby: It is good to hear from ol' "Nabs"
Principalpoop: get out llan, we don't want your kind in here
General Dysfunction: bye llan
Principalpoop: smooch
Beet: nite llanwydd
breeze: nite all I will be back thanks
Dexter Fong: Poop; whew...I mean...whew!
DJTween: Glad you were able to make it, LLan, see ya next time...
Beet: bye breeze
General Dysfunction: i love the fluteroom
EWeston: Shaddup, he agreed
Goldengun13: 'Night, seekers! I'll have to return for the next Firesign chat! :)
shoes for the dead: locked up in the flute room
Nabby: Nabs will appreciate the harvest
Principalpoop: i was night all night, poor bastard deserved one kick for staying away so long
Cat: by llan. come again
Nabby: Bye Breeze
Principalpoop: nice even
||||||||| "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: Look out for the aspidasdera by the door!
Nabby: Take care Gg13
Principalpoop: ok golden all leaving ciao
General Dysfunction: one of the oak molars may be trying to take root
Nabby: Dr. Umm...
Cat: by poop
Beet: Doctor, uh,
General Dysfunction: he's that guy
Principalpoop: not me cat
EWeston: Buh By Pooper
Nabby: Night Ppoop
Beet: Doivish
General Dysfunction: he was walking by past clutter street
Dexter Fong: Poop: Seems like a whole passel o' chatters want you gone
EWeston: And stay away from that mandrake
Beet: C ya Poop
Cat: it's hard to know when people don't show up here for a while if they're gone for good or not
Dexter Fong: Cat: Indeed
General Dysfunction: those whitey's sure do keep up
||||||||| At 10:17 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Nabby: My cat Steve sez hi
Governor Slugwell: I am here but GONE as well
Cat: you are in 2 places at once?
EWeston: My cat says meh
Beet: Prostitoad
Governor Slugwell: Always
General Dysfunction: prostitoad
Nabby: One gone cat there
Governor Slugwell: And pussy cats to eat them when the sun...
General Dysfunction: hyp cat
CeeJayHey: This Clutch Boy ain't leavin'
General Dysfunction: love it here
General Dysfunction: ....goes down
Lucien: ....goes down.
EWeston: He's somewhere in the overhead, waiting to land, somewhere paiinful
General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here
Lucien: This is the portrait galler..
Governor Slugwell: almost typed an emoticon
shoes for the dead: arctype
Governor Slugwell: The is the portrait gallery
EWeston: How'd he fit in the printer
Governor Slugwell: this is the portrait gallery
shoes for the dead: )
Cat: i want to cut this with giant rat and by the light of the silvery for a show on firfesign radio
General Dysfunction: wisper
shoes for the dead: that would work, Cat
Governor Slugwell: Fur sign
EWeston: I'll be listening for that Cat
Governor Slugwell: Fur lined teacup
||||||||| 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."
General Dysfunction: whisker away
Governor Slugwell: Listening for the crack of doom on the hyrogen jukebox
EWeston: Cup dryer time
Governor Slugwell: feline thread
General Dysfunction: this is my sworn duty
shoes for the dead: sworn doody
EWeston: Used dubbie
Nabby: Must dash - thanks bunches Tween - take care Cat, Beet, Dec, shoes, GD, EW, CJH & all of you cute lil working earthloids
DJTween: Later Nabby
EWeston: Nabby bye bye
shoes for the dead: by nab
Governor Slugwell: Tabby
Cat: by nabby
Dexter Fong: Good e'en Darling Nabby
CeeJayHey: See you on the flip side.
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from measles
||||||||| breeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Goldengun13 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Goodnight Nabby
Governor Slugwell: Kill Morris
General Dysfunction: unveil that thing!
EWeston: And his chair!
||||||||| 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!"
Governor Slugwell: Veiled reference
General Dysfunction: catatonic consequences and toast
EWeston: Muddled drapery
General Dysfunction: dont call me shirley
EWeston: Hokay Sue
Governor Slugwell: Susan Underhill?
General Dysfunction: bettyjoe bieoloski
Governor Slugwell: !!!!!!!!!!
Governor Slugwell: Pig night but you all knew that.
DJTween: Giant Rat before Giant Rat
EWeston: Sue Gorilla. Bosun for the secret zeppelin fleet for nefarious purposes
||||||||| 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'
General Dysfunction: ahr arh aaarh
shoes for the dead: there was a dj in Denver 69 or 70 and put in firesign bits
Governor Slugwell: R the chats archived or written on the wind?
Cat: i think there were a lot of djs in those days playing firesign
DJTween: I do play FST on my Sunday show on occasion
Governor Slugwell: And rolling bombers for the side table
DJTween: Played P&B's "Power" last week
shoes for the dead: only 3 or 4 word bit tho
DJTween: I take requests :)
Governor Slugwell: I am what I play.
General Dysfunction: by golly I'll drink to that
DJTween: You are what you Let's Eat!
Governor Slugwell: And for the little guy.
EWeston: Morse Sugar
General Dysfunction: the ceiling is moving
shoes for the dead: I play what am I
Cat: for firesigns, the ceiling was always moving up
EWeston: Change your strings, please
Governor Slugwell: And deflate your shoes.
General Dysfunction: am I played am I
DJTween: They got a bunch of the Dear Friends clips from tyhis show
DJTween: *this
Dexter Fong: They did indeed tweeny
EWeston: I play you like a tin flute
Dexter Fong: EW: Is that the flute you got from the fluteroom?
Governor Slugwell: And have witnesses to prove it.
General Dysfunction: My Flynn Toot
Beet: This was a good one. Great work, Tween. See everyone next week. G'Nite
Cat: thanks again, tween
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
EWeston: I found it while spelunking in the piano
Dexter Fong: Thanks Merlyn as always
General Dysfunction: Great Night, good time all
DJTween: Thanks all :)
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween and Merlyn!!
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
Cat: off we fly
late: thanks man
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:33 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Cat by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
EWeston: I think I had a good time. Who said that!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!!
General Dysfunction: love thursday nites
Dexter Fong: EW: I dunno, I wasn't watching
DJTween: It's fun, fer sure :)
Merlyn: nite everyone
EWeston: Thats what ear breeding can do to you
||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:34 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn
||||||||| At 10:34 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, EWeston!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Governor Slugwell: I don't know what it is yet but it's fun.
General Dysfunction: its the best
Dexter Fong: It's the only =)
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Governor Slugwell: There is no one to blame.
Dexter Fong: And I'm outta here too...se y'all next week
||||||||| At 10:36 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Governor Slugwell: Q the organist....
General Dysfunction: faretheewell
||||||||| General Dysfunction departs at 10:37 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Governor Slugwell is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:37 PM.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:39 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 is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the yaws
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Governor Slugwell waltzes in at 10:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Governor Slugwell runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Governor Slugwell?! It's 10:41 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads Jerehd inside, makes a note of the time (10:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jerehd - dead from the common cold
||||||||| CeeJayHey - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lucien - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| eat it raw - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| titaniumbob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "12:10 AM? 12:10 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Glen should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Glen enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Andrew
Art Holelaugher
Beet
Bobz
Bosco Hearn
breeze
Cat
CeeJayHey
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dreamfinder
dude
Elayne
EWeston
FrenchFrankEnsteinBaume
General Dysfunction
Goldengun13
Governor Slugwell
Just call me Nancy
kestrel74
late
llanwydd
Lucien
Merlyn
Nabby
Principalpoop
Ralph
Regnad Kcin
Rockstar
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
titaniumbob
Worker
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=lh-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
https://groups.google.com/forum/#!forum/alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.helpingyoumaintain.com/episodes
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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