A Firesign Chat
02/20/2014




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 20, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with DJTween close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween plummets into the garden at 8:04 PM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:19 PM and late as usual, it's Mudhead, just back from Funfun Town."
Mudhead: Never thought I could get out of Funtown alive...
Mudhead: What is that confounded address for the simulcast ?
DJTween: Hey Mud :) The music will start a little after 8:40pm your time. I'll post the address as soon as the streams are up
Mudhead: time for a little game of Uno
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:27 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi wheeze
Mudhead: mmm, yummy grape wine
Mudhead: yipee i won
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 8:34 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:34 PM uptown bus from Connecticut pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: glad that damn bus is gone
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Gene Krupa) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: music will start in a minute
DJTween: music is up
Mudhead: im dancin, be careful
DJTween: lol
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:44 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Elmertown."
Beet: Wow! Old old School. Evenin' all.
DJTween: Hi Beet
DJTween: Krupa was marvelous
Beet: Krupa's band or Benny's?
Mudhead: i dont hear the clarinet as much, must be Krupa
||||||||| 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."
DJTween: I think these are all Krupa bands
Mudhead: howdy Beet
Beet: Hi Mud
Beet: Snow is melting finally
||||||||| 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: good to hear
DJTween: Was 82 in Austin today ;)
Beet: Amazing
Mudhead: Melting snow and rain adds to the weight on the roofs, we've had a number of roof collapses
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's General Dysfunction, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the divan.
Beet: I have nothing but the finest memories of my times in Austin town. Love the place.
DJTween: Seems appropriate warm up music for a noir detective
DJTween: Hi Merlyn
General Dysfunction: look out my feets is flying
DJTween: Wow Mudhead
Mudhead: evenin 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!"
DJTween: Hi General
Beet: Hey Merl
General Dysfunction: so happy to be here
Merlyn: heya
||||||||| 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 falls out at 8:50 PM.
Beet: Yo Gen Dys
DJTween: Hi late
late: howdy
||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jubal should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jubal enters and sits on the couch.
Beet: Late ain't late3
General Dysfunction: pardon me while i do this triple sow cow
late: here on time
Beet: Jumpin' stuff
Merlyn: a cow can't be a sow, that's metaphysically absurd
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Beet: Could be piggish
DJTween: Hi Jubal
||||||||| 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 betty jo bialafski gets out at 8:52 PM.
Beet: Nancy!
General Dysfunction: underhill?
DJTween: Hi betty
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (8:53 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Beet: It's Dex!
DJTween: Hey Dexter
Beet: Everyone gathering early this eve
Dexter Fong: Hi (in alpha order) Beet, BJ, Tween, GD, Jub, late, Merlyn, Muddie
Merlyn: I guess that means I'm an alpha male
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: At least half right =)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:56 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hey P
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Principalpoop: the rod?
Principalpoop: krupa jazz
Beet: Why is it that pretty much every drummer makes these weird facial expressions when they play?
Jubal: Probably the same reason guitarists do it
Dexter Fong: I give up...why?
Mudhead: theyre tryin to sing
Beet: intense focus
Jubal: Probably the same reason guitarists do it- hemerroids
late: they're all hopped up on 'anger dreams'
Principalpoop: all their muscle control is concentrated on their hands and feet,
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: none left over to control the face hehe
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy!
DJTween: Hi shoes
Principalpoop: feets don't fail me now
Dexter Fong: Poop: How about the sphincter?
Beet: Hey shoes
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 20, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| 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 Cat disembarks at 9:00 PM.
Principalpoop: yes, how about the sphincter?
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
Principalpoop: the voice of tween
shoes for the dead: the sphincter in Egypt?
Cat: My grandparents are from Ukraine.
Principalpoop: hi ca na da
late: yes, mistress... please don't hurt me
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Stan inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cat: Watching violence from there now.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with jahgust close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
jahgust: Hey all!
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits on the couch.
Dexter Fong: Hi jah
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
shoes for the dead: Hey Cat and Nabby
Nabby: Jello!
Principalpoop: I thought the horse whip was a good idea, for crowd control hehe
late: howdy
Cat: It's my relatives fighting other relatives
Principalpoop: the anchovy gags fly
||||||||| Catherwood ushers JoeBeets inside, makes a note of the time (9:03 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
late: boss drug humor
Beet: Hi Joe
shoes for the dead: cat- I heard there is a Hindu radio station in your town?
Principalpoop: hey joe, watta ya know?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE THREE FACES OF AL” - 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, but may be purchased as part of BOX OF DANGER - http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html)'
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:03 PM, dragging Lucien by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
Cat: Hey Dex, have you seen flick Limitless?
Cat: Great images of NYC
Dexter Fong: I don't believe so Cat
JoeBeets: Hi fellow foreheads!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “THE THREE FACES OF AL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tfoa-ln
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: yes shoes, many stations, many languages
Dexter Fong: Cat: Refresh my memory...what's it about?
shoes for the dead: am?
Cat: my 2 local libraries have it so yours must as well, dex. check it out
JoeBeets: I love this album
Nabby: Joe, Cat, Beet, Tween, pppoop, Jah, Dex, late, Rufus, shoes!
Mudhead: some of the best radio in the nation Cat
Cat: a drug that allows you to use all your brain instead of only a part.
jahgust: Been awhile since I listened to this one!
Nabby: ugh a wet hamburger....
Principalpoop: cool nancy, oops nabby
Beet: Hi Nabby
Nabby: heehee
DJTween: nothing worse than soggy beef
Cat: great zoom through nyc that really enchanted my light loving eyes
JoeBeets: I have to admit this album got me in mild trouble twice
shoes for the dead: dry chicken
Cat: mild?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Who was in it?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTween: Want to get into skype and talk about it, Joe
Nabby: mild child
Principalpoop: you are thinking of the chase scene from the french connection
Cat: de niro, some bradley dude
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Forrest Drucker in through the front door at 9:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: ** Skype is set up, in case anyone wants to get on air and talk about your FST experiences :)
General Dysfunction: mold
||||||||| Outside, the 9:07 PM bus from Maryland pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey Bambi
Cat: i loathe chase scenes
Cat: hi bambi
Bambi: howdy
Forrest Drucker: Ruth!? . . . . . Ruth?
Nabby: Bambi
JoeBeets: twice in improv class, I had to yell "AVARICE!" I can't resist
late: mmm vino
DJTween: Bambi is coughing, but I'm not sure it's the diesel fumes
Mudhead: Happy Birthday Bambi
Beet: hi bambi deer
JoeBeets: w i n o
JoeBeets: b r o s
General Dysfunction: add water, it's wet
Merlyn: b r o s
Principalpoop: loatherian
Bambi: yes, coughing and choking lol
Cat: hi merl
Bambi: and not the diesel fumes lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “THE THREE FACES OF AL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tfoa-ln
Dexter Fong: l o t s a s p a c e
Merlyn: hay qat
Principalpoop: hello sweet deer
Nabby: Merl
Bambi: how's everyone doing?
Cat: is austin supposed to show up tongiht?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Beet: Doctor Coathanger coulcn't help her
shoes for the dead: on Piano Jazz Marianne and Clio Laine got into "goats in the theatre? No Ghosts!!"
Nabby: pretty mellow here Bambi how about you
Principalpoop: fine thanks, and you? and yours?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers R. Spoilsport in through the front door at 9:09 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
JoeBeets: over
General Dysfunction: over
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Nabby: over
Bambi: hi Cat, Dex, Tween, Merl, Mudhead, Princep, and everyone else!
General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi
JoeBeets: there's an echo in here
Dexter Fong: in here
Cat: keep on bambing
Bambi: well, feeling a bit better but not great
JoeBeets: made him swallow his wad!
Dexter Fong: gang bambing?
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| betty jo bialafski - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: I hate them and their stupid problems
General Dysfunction: there's an echo over there too
JoeBeets: I hate rich people. I hate them and their stupid problems
DJTween: How's JL, Bambi?
Nabby: echo boing
Dexter Fong: too
Bambi: ah,clem (JL) and I have been dealing with the flu sadly for 4+ days now
JoeBeets: a dame for night
late: damn
Principalpoop: crickets and owls too
DJTween: nasty stuff, Bambi
General Dysfunction: not insane
jahgust: Brooms mad from the insane!
Principalpoop: ugh, keep warm, lots of fluids
Cat: are you the real bambi?
Merlyn: insane brooms
Bambi: both of us are feeling a bit better, but JL still sounds a little horse
Nabby: If I buy a broom will you go away?
Principalpoop: neighehe
Cat: we wish you two well
Beet: Shetland?
Merlyn: I had the flu for about 2 weeks, the first week I was home from work
Bambi: I am the real bambi and ah,clem (also known as jimmylee and bambi)
General Dysfunction: frantic minx!
Cat: i only flirt with health
Nabby: Hoot mon cat raping?
Mudhead: you'll always be bambi to me
Bambi: JL has stopped coming in because someone else has been using his nick
JoeBeets: AVARICE!!!
Principalpoop: avapasta
Cat: yes bambi, names are not names
General Dysfunction: no writers
Dexter Fong: Bambi: Everybody uses ah clem or uh clem or a clem etc
shoes for the dead: quick Poop
Bambi: well there was a time when they were
Bambi: lol
Nabby: avanother hit
Principalpoop: huh?
JoeBeets: somebody broke the president
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:13 PM and ddd waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: merlyn maybe you could fix that
Principalpoop: and hemlock is usually not him
General Dysfunction: real gone danger
Dexter Fong: that too poop
DJTween: Hi ddd
JoeBeets: smells like a dead cat in here
Nabby: Pisted twervert
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bumblebee inside, makes a note of the time (9:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
General Dysfunction: little goose
ddd: Bleatings!
DJTween: Hi bee
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Anon of Olde', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:14 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Bambi: well, for all the years that JL/ah,clem did the radio shows thursday night, he never had a problem getting ah, clem ;-)
Nabby: 3d's and a B
General Dysfunction: tick tock tick tock
DJTween: Hi Anon
shoes for the dead: i just showered, Joe
Cat: we are all anon. and on and on
Nabby: Anon o' O
||||||||| "9:15 PM? 9:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dom should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dom enters and sits in the comfy chair.
JoeBeets: shoes from the dead is no fun, he fell right over
Principalpoop: blootwurst caught him
Beet: framed again
Cat: are you well, bambi?
DJTween: Hi Dom
JoeBeets: only for tax purposes!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “THE THREE FACES OF AL” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tfoa-ln
||||||||| dude enters at 9:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Hi dude
Cat: you think austin will visit, tween?
Nabby: Dom and dude
late: anon is ironically mr nsa?
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
DJTween: Hey Cat
Beet: Must be Pisces
Bambi: been keeping busy Cat and that's a good thing
Beet: Hi Cat
General Dysfunction: my pufyoom is anon
Nabby: Piskies
||||||||| "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!"
Cat: hey dex, did you read roger angell's article n this week's new yorker about how to survive growin gold?
DJTween: He said he was interested in Skyping, but I didn't get a confirmation :/
Beet: Police concert
Bambi: just celebrated the annual birthing event yesterday
Cat: hi beet, borscht forever
Dexter Fong: Cat: No but growing gold? as in Acapulco gold?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
late: y, this came out around syncrhonicity/83?
Beet: with sour cream
Principalpoop: ahh happy b day, I stopped having those
DJTween: finally turned 30, right Bambi?
Mudhead: me too
JoeBeets: the kids were smoking acapulco gold the year they disappeared the high school
Bambi: 28 and holding and holding and holding....
jahgust: Always sounds weird when there are characters played by the same person talking to each other on this album.
DJTween: Yeah, Mud's birthday yesterday as well :)
jahgust: roughly
shoes for the dead: leadliver
JoeBeets: he's the t t t town c c clown
General Dysfunction: don't forget your fries bro
Mudhead -)
Nabby: Road apple red
Cat: before i read that, you were my inspiration. i hoped to live as long as you. but after this article, i want to live to be 93 like roger angell,not like my brainless mom
Dexter Fong: Joe: I thought that was some Jamaican that David and Ricky thought they had hidden
Principalpoop: mudhead is bambi?
Bambi: yep, Mudhead's Mom and my Mom were in different hospitals together
Cat: happy bday mud
Mudhead: thanks
General Dysfunction: i can't keep up
JoeBeets: happy birthday mudhead, what are you gonna do after you graduate?
Cat: happy is better than unhappy
Nabby: Cool mud!
Principalpoop: happy b day mud, get a discount at CVS yet?
Nabby: Box o' Danger fan here
Cat: keep on boxin, nabby
Mudhead: heck, i own the whole store
Nabby: Rat own cat
DJTween: Yeah Nabby, it's a great compilation
Principalpoop: yes, I use aisles there that I never visited before now
Cat: in a box
Bambi: Nick Danger fan here too :-) my favorite Firesign Theatre skits are Nick Danger ones
Mudhead: i got a clean bill of health from my oncologist today, im very happy
DJTween: ** If anyone wants to Skype in, send me a private message and we'll set things up ;)
General Dysfunction: love nick
Principalpoop: super news, wow
Nabby: Nick is slick
Bambi: congrats Mudhead!
Cat: are things going well for you and mr. you, bambi? i hope so.
Principalpoop: watch out for busses hehe
Cat: hi poop
DJTween: >> Mudhead: i got a clean bill of health from my oncologist today, im very happy << Wonderful news!!
shoes for the dead: judje swinepresser
Bambi: well, besides the chronic Lyme Disease for ah,clem ...
General Dysfunction: oooooh drama on the side, gotta go, next week all!
Cat: good for you, tween
Principalpoop: hi ca na da
jahgust: Good news Mud!
JoeBeets: AVARICE!!!
Cat: a dead tween would suck
Mudhead: nite general
DJTween: Damn All Ticks
||||||||| At 9:23 PM, General Dysfunction hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Cat: sounds sexual
Nabby: back
Bambi: yes, ticks suck
Principalpoop: they have key lyme disease in the south of florida
late: damned bums
Nabby: argh ppoop
Bambi: lol princep
shoes for the dead: and gatoraids
Principalpoop: ewww, well, it was my fault
Cat: bambi, i think talking to non you has made me shy about knowing if you were you
Nabby: sounds absolutely calamitous
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anon of Olde - dead from measles
||||||||| R. Spoilsport - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi: and now they even have some anacondslinkies too
Mudhead: Come to florida for the key lyme ticks, stay for the gatoraids
Beet: I've met people with strange ticks
Principalpoop: hehehe
DJTween: Hey JoeBeets, are the roads around Atlanta passable again?
Bambi: there were other 'non me' too?
Bambi: lol
shoes for the dead: the dog is ticking........
late: yo bum rush the show
Principalpoop: joe fish and his hot ticks
Cat: hi late
Nabby: Tickle my ticks it's tons of fun
late: howdy
Beet: timely tax references
Bambi: well just wanted to stop by and say hi ... need to get some rest and get over this flu
DJTween: Yes, you and JL be better soon, pleased
Beet: Nice to see you Bam
Bambi: rest well folks ... nytol and see you next time
Principalpoop: feel better soon, glad you are keeping busy, i need that
Dexter Fong: Feel better Bambi and Hi to JL
Mudhead: nite Bambi
JoeBeets: oh yeah roads in atlanta are all fine, it was actually warm today
Nabby: hope you feel better right quick Bambi
Bambi :-) thanks
Merlyn: nite bambi
Principalpoop: yes hi to ahhh, clem
Merlyn: did the audio just cut out?
Bambi: will do
||||||||| DJTween runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 9:28 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Cat: i'm so happy to see you here again, bambi
Principalpoop: fine here M
||||||||| Bambi dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bambi?! It's 9:28 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
late: what?
shoes for the dead: no, it died
Dexter Fong: Not here Merlyn
Nabby: nope must have been a hiccup
jahgust: Nope I still got it Merl!
Nabby: *burp*
shoes for the dead: good now
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:29 PM and DJTween waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
JoeBeets: soo godd love this part
Principalpoop: anchovy opium eyes
Cat: hi rude island
Merlyn: yeah, seems ok now
DJTween: the chat stalled on me
Beet: AAAh the days of drum machines
Nabby: I have a rubber foot
Cat: how's it goin, merl?
DJTween: I had a couple
Principalpoop: let out the clutch slowly next time
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Tuba in through the front door at 9:30 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Tuba
Cat: you're the closest here to firesign stuff
Beet: foo yung to die
Tuba: Hi DJ
Cat: tube? uh....
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's ''Bob'', just back from Hellmouth."
DJTween: Hi Bob
Principalpoop: the brass section finally shows up
''Bob'': I almost forgot! :)
shoes for the dead: string em up!
Dexter Fong: Brazerko?
Nabby: Tuba and Bob
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
Nabby: I've got some string...
Tuba: I must learn to pick up my cues faster.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:32 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving FrankBaume' of Olde coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
''Bob'': Right here in the exclusive Multi-Mart shopping center!
Nabby: Are those your cues?
Principalpoop: wait for the woodwinds
Merlyn: stuff is goin, cat
shoes for the dead: broken woodwind
jahgust: It's like a Hindu nightmare!
DJTween: Hi Frank
Cat: you think new stuff has sufficent market, merl?
||||||||| 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!"
late: he's all 3
FrankBaume' of Olde: hack hack hack
Principalpoop: bent oboe and twisted flute
Nabby: haha yep Jah
Cat: dont overwhelm market
Nabby: FB o' O
Principalpoop: smile when you call me that, frank
DJTween: No takers for Skype, eh? Maybe we can try next week...
DJTween: "He shot herself!"
jahgust: He shot herself! Classic!
Nabby: we're shy Tween
FrankBaume' of Olde: a b c
Tuba: Since "M".
Nabby: Mother of cod!
Principalpoop: and then the hiphop dj mouth noises
DJTween: You're among friends, Nabby :)
Beet: Mother of cod
shoes for the dead: mother of Cod!!!
Tuba: Thanks, Rocky.
shoes for the dead: damn echo
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:35 PM, then departs.
Nabby: lol
Bunnyboy: hiza
Nabby: Thanks Tween
Cat: hi bunny
DJTween: Hey Bunny
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
Nabby: Bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Beet: Hi Bun
jahgust: Bunn!
Tuba: Anselmo?
FrankBaume' of Olde: ch cough cough
Bunnyboy: Proc talking to himself.
Nabby: Pass the nog
Principalpoop: sick, the old or new meaning of sick?
Cat: itr wouldnt be a chat without a bunnboyh
FrankBaume' of Olde: t
Nabby: great lines!
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:37 PM, dragging AbbyDee by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
shoes for the dead: only have anchovie oil, Nabby
JoeBeets: to hollywood!!!
Cat: ever had opium?
Principalpoop: like bad became the opposite of bad
JoeBeets: great album
Bunnyboy: That means theys been a few No-Chats, and for that, I apologize.
late: fun stuff
||||||||| 9:37 PM: lily jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Beet: can't say
Principalpoop: yes, opium is wonderful
FrankBaume' of Olde: google that man
Principalpoop: lily
shoes for the dead: it's good and dreamy to eat, Cat
Nabby: I like enormous chunks of corned beef hash
late: see you guys at the methadone clinic
Beet: Hello NSA guy
Nabby: yes Cat
Cat: it might be fun to try before i die
Principalpoop: and reuben sandwiches
jahgust: It's moving around!
Bunnyboy: lo lily lo lily lo lo
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Nabby: And man are his arms tired.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Radio Hour Hour Broadcasts “YES, MISTRESS”- 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'
jahgust: I so love the radio shows!!
DJTween: Hi Lily
Beet: as opposed to hi(gh) lily
DJTween: great stuff :)
Principalpoop: sound stooped
Cat: jah, i was on radio in those days
FrankBaume' of Olde: everyone is always so organized. where is the spontaneity
Principalpoop: ahh, my batteries, rats
shoes for the dead: I'm about halfway thru DOMM
Nabby: Hi lily
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bumblebee - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dom - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bunnyboy: It's been over a month since the "official" re-launch of SHIBBOLETH. More product! Now now NOW!
Nabby: Hold 'er steady shoes
Cat: me and firesigfn belived that the world coud be changed by radio
DJTween: DOMM is quite an extensive collection, isn't it?
Nabby: You did alright Cat
FrankBaume' of Olde: <-- worked radio as well.
''Bob'': Looking at Box of Danger... Is Case of the Missing Yolk not in it?
shoes for the dead: yuppers Cat and Tween
jahgust: Well radio change my world for sure! i only wish that I had been born a tad earlier to hear these at the time!
Bunnyboy: I've been through the DOMM ride twice. I'll go again!
||||||||| hubbleQ enters at 9:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nabby: It is a gloriuos feast of funny
Tuba: I was changed by radio...for what it's worth.
Nabby: Ditto Bunny
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:41 PM and Alexei sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
jahgust: DOMM has been on perpetual loop since I got it!
Principalpoop: valadonskosk alexei
DJTween: Hi bubble, alexi
Cat: hi new folks
JoeBeets: hi folks!
lily: hi
Tuba: Hi.
shoes for the dead: the first radio I had was a crystal set in a Gemini capsule
Bunnyboy: MISSING YOLK is a vid production. Hopefully, a reemergence will...reemerge, when that wacky Sid Fudd gets off the dime. Go Sid Go!
FrankBaume' of Olde: my huge tariler of fifties never showed up . kept getting choked off in the sales dept.
Principalpoop: are they working on 3D and IMAX radio?
Cat: i am concerned about ukraine because my grandparents are from there
Nabby: What FM radio did was wonderful
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
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: 3d radio...of course!
DJTween: Ukraine is a mess :(
''Bob'': Dang. I may have to find a VHS player to watch my copy. Haven't seen it in ... a decade?
shoes for the dead: the nonsense seems only in Kiev, Cat
jahgust: Oh Geez Cat!
FrankBaume' of Olde: Cat - live stuff on abc earlier - not pretty. net still works if you have friends there.
Principalpoop: as if firesign stereo did not stretch my brain enough
''Bob'': Not their best, IIRC. But still would be interesting to see again.
Beet: IMAX 5-story high radio box
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Mudhead: Cat...your grandparents and mine could have been neighbors
Cat: relatives
late: check out dolby headphones - emulates surround
Cat: we are all connected to others
Nabby: I love their chicken
||||||||| 9:44 PM: bob jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Nabby: (sorry)
Cat: chicken kiev is wonderful
DJTween: Hello bob-2
Cat: hi bob.
Nabby: Tis
Principalpoop: i was thinking stroganoff but ok
Bunnyboy: ...eddo, bob.
''Bob'': Hi, Bob. ;)
Beet: but kiev is not
Bunnyboy: Poop: You take that to another room!
Nabby: I was thinkin of stroganoff too but there's time for that later
Cat: fish stuffed with stuff for xmas dinner is also wonderful
Bunnyboy: Oh, the casserole!
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'dmc', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: what is the russian for, power to the people right on?
Principalpoop: yes, wrong chat, no sauce discussions here
Cat: money is its own state
Bunnyboy: Pussy Riot!
Dexter Fong: QUICK>>>Run dmc!!
DJTween wonders if dmc runs
Cat: if only proc was here
Nabby: Indeed Cat
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:47 PM, dragging mooonman by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
shoes for the dead: i think he's old now Tween
Bunnyboy: lo Neil
DJTween: That's good point about money, Cat
Cat: moo? cow?
Bunnyboy: Or is it Buzz?
DJTween: Hi mooonman
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
shoes for the dead: limp dmc
Principalpoop: lonely moonman, something something sang king crimson
Bunnyboy: Bossie jumped over.
Cat: i'm fairely unstupid, tween
Beet: I have this fantasy of the guys sometimes looking in without logging in. If so, HELLO!
Principalpoop: and the fork ran off with the spoon, lordy
Bunnyboy: King Crimson touring again, with the 387th lineup.
Cat: no beet. they are in red when they show up
Nabby: Will they never learn
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Principalpoop: is that right? are they coming to roanoke?
''Bob'': Oh, sweet... Any KC lineup is OK by me.
Nabby: *wink*
Beet: Only if they do that
jahgust: What I love about DOMM is that no matter how many times I have listened when I start again it's like a brand new listen as there is so much stuff to take in! I see me in my wheelchair with the headphones on listening to it and passing my days away!
Nabby: I'll be listening to Chicago
Principalpoop: yes, rich and deep, wow
shoes for the dead: the albums are still that way tooo, jah
Nabby: Not
''Bob'': I'm not sure I've even listened to every single second of DOMM yet. But parts of it many times already.
Cat: yes jah. its a kinda i ching
Beet: I go from waking to dreaming with DOMM almost every night.
Principalpoop: pretty piano
Nabby: Way to go Beet
jahgust: Indeed Cat!
Tuba: Not enough.
shoes for the dead: what shade?
DJTween: That's from Color My World by Chicago, P (the piano)
jahgust: Bulls pizzles!
||||||||| Pizzle sneaks in around 9:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Nabby: Yepsk.
DJTween: Hi Pizzle
Principalpoop: thanks tween, yes
Pizzle: Bull Pizzle!
jahgust: Brilliant!
lily: I always miss the good stuff
||||||||| 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: Snoop Dog Pizzle
||||||||| "9:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Pizzle, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Beet: Jesus broke his nose
Principalpoop: what happened to your nose?
Nabby: Bring back Fra Filippo Lippi!
Tuba: God help me, I'm laughing at the Crucifixion.
Cat: let's pizz away, like we did last summer
Beet: I'll have a Pizz with no anchovies
Principalpoop: be open with me vagina
||||||||| 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!"
''Bob'': What?
shoes for the dead: blubb
Nabby: I love sea stories and whale tails
Bunnyboy: The Crimson news broke last week. Plans are for 1 show, in September, either in North or South America, with plans to focus on US tour dates, thereafter.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Alexei - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| hubbleQ - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Jubal - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| FrankBaume' of Olde - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: resumed his doodys
Principalpoop: i talk to the wind, my words are thrown back into my face, grrrr
JoeBeets: I beat the reaper! woo hoo!
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Devastating losses
Beet: dropping like flies
||||||||| Catherwood ushers rickw into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:55 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Groovy
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: fiddlers and globners, oh my
''Bob'': Last time KC was out this way, I didn't know about it, but actually walked by Toad's Place as they were doing their sound check and recognized the music...
Bunnyboy: lo rickw
''Bob'': Sadly, I had a migraine & just couldn't stay for the show
JoeBeets: beets the reapers
Mudhead: in new haven toads place?
''Bob'': Been kicking myself about it ever since.
Principalpoop: yassir
shoes for the dead: thank you jesus!
Beet: Poultry Punch
Nabby: Amen!
''Bob'': "Three drummers" LOL That ought to be fun.
''Bob'': Yeah, New Haven.
Principalpoop: creamed strangled food
''Bob'': I was around the corner having pizza. Surreal.
Mudhead: i was down the road about an hour
shoes for the dead: I'm on the road again.............
jahgust: Reliable worm cakes!
rickw: kieth?
Cat: i was planning to make spinache pizza tongint
Beet: French submarine sank
Mudhead: oh?
''Bob'': When French bands cover "Michelle", do they sing it in English?
Principalpoop: jaune submarine, bravo
Cat: with more tomatoes, olives, cheese etc
Mudhead: where?
Cat: my bell
shoes for the dead: in the yicheyshoise
Bunnyboy: (sings) Micky, my babe...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: isn't it good? norwegian wood?
Cat: the more images of bunnies i see, the more i love the species, bunny
Dexter Fong: Yes! Mistress!!
Bunnyboy sashays the mic cord.
''Bob'': What a coincidence! It's also 10 o' clock here!
Dexter Fong rondelays the sound board
shoes for the dead: it knows nothing about it!!
||||||||| 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."
JoeBeets: hope I don't miss "leave it to beaver"
Principalpoop: yes mistress
Nabby: Ahh
Cat: canada without beavers is not worth the tale
Principalpoop: ahh the wicked little finger
Beet: I can't count how often I left it to beaver
Bunnyboy: It puts the lotion in the basket...
dmc: anybody seen porcelin ?
''Bob'': Leave that beaver alone and finish your homework
Principalpoop: betty jo?
JoeBeets: hello woodrow
Bunnyboy: Is this the radio version of SALO?
Dexter Fong: She's upstairs cleaning up after Poop
JoeBeets: guh guh guh GOINGGGG MOTTTHERRR
||||||||| 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 Clem falls out at 10:03 PM.
Principalpoop: where's the beef stroganoff?
dmc: we threw him out the window
Bunnyboy: That's...not stroganoff... *choke!*
Beet: who is stroganoff?
Cat: its now beef stronanon
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
Principalpoop: Onan, ahh ok
Cat: and on and on
DJTween: This is the first episode of the Radio Hour Hour shows, this one from Jan 1970
Bunnyboy: Close the tureen, Fred.
DJTween: Hi Clem
JoeBeets: stroganoff? in the dining room? gross
: duck heads ...
dmc: it's addicting
Principalpoop: my sister was a thespian, for a paying audience
Cat: oona? she's not here
Mudhead: i must go, g'nite dear friends
: t-t-t-touched?
Beet: bye mud
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
||||||||| Mudhead says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Mudhead exits at 10:05 PM.
JoeBeets: see ya mudhead
Bunnyboy: nite Richard!
Nabby: later Mud, be good
Principalpoop: ciao muddy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cat: by muf
Cat: mud
shoes for the dead: bey Mud
: liberal game
Bunnyboy: Spit it out, cat!
JoeBeets: buy muff!
''Bob'': Bye!
Principalpoop: strange lisp, muf instead of mud
Cat: you too bun
jahgust: Later Mudd!
''Bob'': Strange Lisp? You mean, Scheme?
Bunnyboy: No product placement, BUT...
||||||||| 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."
shoes for the dead: double the dog
Principalpoop: star trek mudd, first name, clock starts now
||||||||| 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."
Nabby: harcourt
Bunnyboy: Shout! Factory is releasing a MARX BROTHERS TV COLLECTION set, in June.
shoes for the dead: BZZZ
: certainly answers the question, just what do you boys do in there.
JoeBeets: harry
||||||||| 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: winner, no more calls
Beet: 15, 000!
Dexter Fong: Mudd, not a match...reset the board
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Harcourt Fenton
Bunnyboy: MR. MAGOO THEATRICAL COLLECTION in April, also from Shout!
shoes for the dead: extra points!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:08 PM and late as usual, it's RalphSpoilsport, just back from Funfun Town."
Principalpoop: ralph ralph I gotta buy one
Bunnyboy: Hiya friend!
: just how do yu expect to earn a living doing this? What? You want to be paid to answer! harumph.
''Bob'': Alas.. time to get back to work. See you on the Funway, folks!
RalphSpoilsport: Hiya Friends!
JoeBeets: bye bob
Principalpoop: keep em flying bob
Nabby: Adios Bob
JoeBeets: hi ralph!
Beet: I will actually check out MaGoo. One of my favorites
Bunnyboy: nite parenthetical one!
Dexter Fong: "Bye" "Bob"
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| rickw - dead from measles
||||||||| mooonman - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| B-mac enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
Beet: C U Bob
lily: till we meet again
: Ralph ! just back of Lemon City ! the tart and tangy tale of mechanical woe.
Principalpoop: anybody tried a big king yet? any good? hehe
: or did they say Whoa !
Principalpoop: tata lily
Beet: Whale murder suicide. sad
Bunnyboy: teehee lily
: bye Lily, lovely name
Dexter Fong: We got one 'o them ghost chatters
JoeBeets: cool!
shoes for the dead: goat shatters
Principalpoop: that is a clay pepper
JoeBeets: that's what you get when you use a ouiija board for a mousepad
Nabby: Who am us anyway?
: the machine changed my name to a colon. spew issorth
Beet: I don't believe in ghost chatters
: issueth forth
JoeBeets: i aint afraid of no ghost chatter
Principalpoop: drink warm water with cayanne pepper
JoeBeets: the power of Christ boots you!!!
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
Beet: what does tha do
Principalpoop: works on the colon
DJTween: What does that do, P?
Dexter Fong: and tight on down the libne
RalphSpoilsport: I like the powdered sugar at the bottom of the box best
shoes for the dead: Cat didja hear this show live on the radio/
Dexter Fong: right on down the line?
Cat: good to see you here again poop
DJTween: He could have
Cat: no shoes
Bunnyboy: (sings) These boots were made for Christin'...
Principalpoop: exactly fong, and yassir boss
jahgust: AntiChrysler Moters!
Cat: hows it going, rhode island man?
shoes for the dead: that bit is in "japanese" on another show
Cat: i know more about japanese shit than necessary
Nabby: Ya sure you betcha
jahgust: A;ways good when I'm listening to the boyz and chatting with fellow woikiz~!
Cat: indeed, jah
Bunnyboy: Believe it or not, I had my first set of cucumber rolls, and green wasabi paste, today.
jahgust: You Cat?!
JoeBeets: how was it?
Cat: never better
ddd: Bunnyboy - walking on the wild side!
shoes for the dead: The Harry Yagoda Show 11/12/70
Bunnyboy: With the pickled ginger, it reminded me I'm alive!
Principalpoop: sushi town in raw county
||||||||| Around 10:18 PM, RalphSpoilsport walks off into the sunset...
Cat: better than being reminded that you were deasd
Beet: fun food
Bunnyboy: They were running late with my Tonkatsu lunch plate, so the kitchen sent me some bonus goodies.
jahgust: Glad to hear Cat!
Cat: food and fun occasionally meet
Principalpoop: is that a pokeman monster name for a plate?
Bunnyboy: Panko-crusted pork goodies. Mmmmmm.
Beet: makes me want an enchilada
Cat: you have good pork in seattle, bun
Cat: not in van, alas
Bunnyboy: cat: You were dead?
Principalpoop: sounds good
Cat: hard to answer that, bun.
JoeBeets: bear hating
Cat: good pork means good dead pigs.
Dexter Fong: Or at least severly wounded
Principalpoop: ask stumpy
Cat: you seen Babylon 5?
Bunnyboy: Well, to your health, Mr. c!
Dexter Fong: If you asking me, yes....I really liked it...till they bailed on the show
Cat: you too, bun
Cat: i llove rabbiits
Nabby: Bab 5 fan here (back)
Principalpoop: i came late to the show and then it stopped, I was robbed
shoes for the dead: rabits are tasty
JoeBeets: "a pig like that, you don't eat all at once."
Nabby: downright zesty
Bunnyboy: My pop-culture/digital disease means that I have the whole B5 series on disc, and a few followup movies. And....*drum roll*....
Dexter Fong: I came early to the show and then it stopped....I was robbed even more
Bunnyboy: I've watched the pilot.
Principalpoop: hard to get the meat off rabbits, no big hams or loins or such like a pig
Beet: I liked how they played with broadcast TV on the radio
Bunnyboy: SFX: Cymbal crash
Nabby: With ya Bunny
Principalpoop: wow
Principalpoop: I wanta give away my money
shoes for the dead: you can starve only eating rabbits
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| B-mac - dead from jaundice
||||||||| dmc - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Forrest Drucker - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Tuba - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| lily - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: Great for the eyes
Bunnyboy: I'm a big fan of J. Michael Straczynski's film and comics writing.
Principalpoop: because of the carrotine
JoeBeets: beating the reaper again! This game is easy!
DJTween: if anyone wants to 'friend' me on Facebook, I'm Kurt Ericson from Austin, TX
Nabby: You never saw a carrot wearing glasses right
Beet: makes me see orange
shoes for the dead: only once, Nabby good acid
Principalpoop: makes my ears big and furry
Nabby: I kin diggit shoes
Beet: my nose won't stop moving
Bunnyboy: I heartily endorse (Kurt Ericson), on (Facebook), and am proud to be his (Friend).
Nabby: Id like to do more than that Tween if you know what I mean
Beet: what do you mean
Principalpoop: get a chatroom, oops you already did, nevermind
shoes for the dead: it said something really wise, but I forgot it
Bunnyboy: I don't see any Bears...
Principalpoop: at times like this I wish I had listened to what my father said
Bunnyboy: Ohhhhh...
DJTween: Thanks, Bunny :)
DJTween: lol Nabby
Nabby: *blush*
Beet: is this the first time anyone has been propositioned on the chat?
Dexter Fong: Hardly
jahgust: I wonder if this was the first time they did the edit speak schtick!
shoes for the dead: om owner
Beet: Is 'is 'icrophone 'orking?
Bunnyboy: "To" is a preposition...
DJTween: The Firesign Chat And Dating Service
Principalpoop: I don't know what he said, I wasn't listening...grumble grumble
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: back
Cat: i'm back
Principalpoop: wb
Dexter Fong: Turn around nabby
Bunnyboy: Where's Nabby and cat go? Ohhhh....
Beet: Sounds like Amos 'N Andy
Nabby: Rotate right here, now?
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: turn around and you're an old man, leaning hard on your cane
Cat: do you have bunnys as pets, bunnyboy? i did once 40 some years ago
Nabby: We really should be a cartoon. Maybe in some other dimension (I hear there are 11 now, at least) we are.....
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween and Merlyn Bye All I'm outta here
Bunnyboy: Hey! This is a clean...!
Principalpoop: night shoes
Cat: by shoes
Dexter Fong: Night shoes
Beet: Bye Shoes
Nabby: take care shooes n have a groovy one!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Bunnyboy quickly polishes the bannister...
Bunnyboy: ...chat!
JoeBeets: somebody needs to tune my quantum strings
DJTween: bye shoes, have a great week
||||||||| 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."
JoeBeets: not responsible!
Principalpoop: san clamaron
Bunnyboy: nite shoes!
Bunnyboy: cat: We had houserabbits for about 13 years. Last one passed in 2004.
Bunnyboy: We're Cavalier King Charles Spaniel nuts, now.
Nabby: The mind of God is music resonating through ten dimensional hyperspace. (Michio Kaku)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Next week - Eat Or Be Eaten
Beet: This is so totally stoned out
Principalpoop: whatever happened to existentialism?
Dexter Fong: ...and?
Beet: no longer exists
||||||||| 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: yeah Dex LOL
DJTween: so....?
Principalpoop: whatever
DJTween: That's cool, Nabby
Dexter Fong: uh....... what were we talking about?
Principalpoop: and which song is God playing? Daisy daisy, I'm half crazy?
DJTween: I don't know Dex, but pass the brownies, would ya?
||||||||| "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!"
Nabby: i love string theory almost as much as string cheese
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Tweeny a "special" brownie
||||||||| Catherwood hands tweeny a "special" brownie.
DJTween: yikes Proc!
Bunnyboy: We were talking about how Sid Fudd MUST NOT SLEEP, until the FST video compilation, and 80s show collections, are in our fanaticky hands!
Cat: its usefull
DJTween: yes indeed Bunny :)
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: Indeed Bunn! Add in the Fools In Space set!
Principalpoop: bye late
Dexter Fong: Bunny: Having seen just a tiny bit of the material, it is a *duanting* task
Beet: See Ya Late
Dexter Fong: *daunting*
Cat: by beet
Nabby: Take care Beet
Beet: I'm still here
Dexter Fong: Adiex to the late late
jahgust: Night Beet!
Principalpoop: he said late, not later
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Dexter Fong: So long Beet
Cat: anyway, check out Unlimited, Dex. great images of nyhc
Dexter Fong: See yah next time Beet
Bunnyboy: I gotta greet the wifey. Niters!
Principalpoop: the beet goes on
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Dexter Fong: er uh Bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Nabby: Be well and groovy Bunny
Dexter Fong wonders what Bunny's wife does till this hour of the night
ddd: AMFs, ddd out and have a great one.
Beet: Well, since everyone is bidding me goodnight and the recording is ending, I'll just say thanx to Tween for a great show and I'll see evryone next week. 'Nite
Principalpoop: over roger
Nabby: Cheers 3d
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) 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.
DJTween: Have a great week Beet
Bunnyboy: Dex: Keep your nose outta Police Yoga bizness!
Dexter Fong: Hi Beet
DJTween: see ya next time :)
Principalpoop: ahh beet, got beeten, ciao
DJTween: Hey Stones
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:43 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
DJTween: you're only two hours late ;)
Principalpoop: almost late stones
Dexter Fong: Bunny: YOu calm down or I'll have your Pilates Liscence yanked
Nabby: It passeth understanding
Principalpoop: ponchos pilates?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And here is a special "hello" to all our Dear Freuds in the Firesign Theatre movement.
Principalpoop: hello
JoeBeets: hi stones
Nabby: Moo!
Principalpoop: the dog wants out, I will bail too, moo and great week all, thanks tween M
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:46 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Principalpoop by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Cat: by popo
||||||||| 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'
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, Principalpoop! Flotsam and I enjoy hearing your commencement speech; we listen to it several time a year. Tell me, did you ever have your high school rebuilt after Commie Martyr dismantled it? So sad was that!
Nabby: Be good ppoop
Dexter Fong: Another New Notice: Thanks Tweeny and dishnut
Nabby: http://www.ebay.com/itm/like/171139238586?lpid=82
DJTween: these guys are cwaaaazy!
Dexter Fong wonders what happened to Rufus
Nabby: I'll say!
Cat: thanks to endless tween
Dexter Fong: Say what?
Rufus_T_Firetween has made several appearances
Nabby: Breathe.....
Dexter Fong: Not enought for me
DJTween: but Merlyn's new ad bot does most of the work :)
Nabby: Like magic!
Dexter Fong thinnks Rufus is being quietly downsized
Cat: i am only in the vicinity. never acrtually happy
Nabby: Great episode choice
Nabby: Thanks Merl & Tween
Merlyn: thanks again kurtweeny
JoeBeets: thanks all!
jahgust: Thanks Merl and tween!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Remember, each of you is welcome to visit Flathead and I in London. Nick Danger has been spending much time with us as I am currently training him. (I only wish I could get him to stop walking into London's ancient stone walls. AsideWell I bid you all a good night.
Cat: you too, tween
JoeBeets: have a great night,love that album
DJTween: Thanks for listening all :)
Dexter Fong: You're welcome
Dexter Fong: And thank you Merlyn for spacing us out
||||||||| 10:53 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Nabby: Night Tween, Cat, Dex, Joe, jah, Merl, Hem & those who fade as we watcheth.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:53 PM, DJTween scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Cat: by nab.
Dexter Fong: Night darling nabby
Cat: i am barelyu conscious. i'll depart
Nabby: Have a very goovy week, I command you!
Dexter Fong: Night Cat =)
jahgust: Night nabby. I have early workies as well so I am gonna fade with the light as well! Night all!
||||||||| jahgust is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:54 PM.
Cat: seeing images of nyc in flick made me think of you dex
Dexter Fong: And night to the remainders and see y'all next week
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: I'll check out that movie Cat
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 10:55 PM.
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "10:55 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| "10:57 PM? 10:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Neil12874 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Neil12874 enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Bliss sashays in at 10:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Bliss - dead from the common cold
||||||||| JoeBeets - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Stan - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Cat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Glen enters at 11:11 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Lucien - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Neil12874 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads st slade in through the front door at 11:36 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| AbbyDee - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ddd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| st slade - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Tiny Doctor Tim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 3:25 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Tiny Doctor Tim: oh, that's right, I'm suppose to be on this paisley pony that has long since ridden out of here. Well, I designed the beast for Tim and all the schnook in Billsville.
||||||||| At 3:29 AM, Tiny Doctor Tim vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 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:
Bambi
Beet
''Bob''

Bunnyboy
Cat
ddd
Dexter Fong
DJTween
dmc
Forrest Drucker
FrankBaume' of Olde
General Dysfunction
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
jahgust
JoeBeets
Jubal
late
lily
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Pizzle
Principalpoop
RalphSpoilsport
rickw
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Tiny Doctor Tim
Tuba
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/boxofdanger.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tfoa-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.ebay.com/itm/like/171139238586?lpid=82
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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