A Firesign Chat
04/10/2014




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 April 10, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and DJTween gets out at 8:01 PM.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:06 PM uptown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 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 - you can join the streams now (no audio yet - just a chance for everybody to get connected) 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) '
||||||||| jablab enters at 8:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hi jablab
||||||||| Outside, the 8:34 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving ah....clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: music in a couple of minutes
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:36 PM and ah, Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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: The chat officially starts at 9pm EST. Tonight's featured album is Part 2 of Radio Now Live!
DJTween: two Clems with us :)
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing ' Governor Slugwell', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:43 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| aztec vacation waltzes in at 8:44 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi slugwell, aztec
aztec vacation: woot woot another thursday night
DJTween: :)
||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 PM uptown bus from Syracuse pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey Dex
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mudhead in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hey EW, Mud
EWeston: Hey Tweeny, wuz reel?
Mudhead: hello all
DJTween: Weez reel
EWeston: I'll be visualizing all evening
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: That's what Firesign does
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong: EW is a visualante
Dexter Fong: Hiya Tween
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Holy eyestrain Blatman
DJTween: Radio theater lets you create the scenes in your head :)
||||||||| Dr. Dog sneaks in around 8:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi Dog-man
EWeston: Ruff?
Dexter Fong: Woof?
Dr. Dog: Doh sorry about the rug Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Dr. Dog and mumbles "Did you need me?"
EWeston: Gas...choke!
DJTween: Catherwood, give Dr. Dog a tasty treat
||||||||| Catherwood brings dr dog a tasty treat.
Mudhead: What is his Im listening to?
||||||||| Outside, the 8:58 PM downtown bus from New Jersey pulls away, leaving fabes coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Mary Chapin Carpenter
Dr. Dog: Yum! That jolted my electrodes
DJTween: Hi fabes
EWeston: Does Rolex sell a watch for ticks?
Mudhead: I should of asked "Why"
DJTween: You don't like MCC?
EWeston: LOL, Yah got me Marschall
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 10, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
fabes: who? oh, me
||||||||| Cease waltzes in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Motor City Catholics?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's DrWho42, just back from Billville."
||||||||| AirshipAl sashays in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Cease: High folks
Dexter Fong: Hey Al
AirshipAl: Did someone lose a door knocker?
Dexter Fong: High Cat
aztec vacation: bend boys bend?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Michigan."
EWeston: Put your zep on any coathanger
shoes for the dead: Howdy
AirshipAl: Yo ho ho y'all
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
EWeston: The captain is sleeping. The mate is below
DJTween: Hi shoes
aztec vacation: mmmm conspiracy
||||||||| At 9:02 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
shoes for the dead: the mate is below capt. and above seaman
Cease: i have vague memories of seeing this
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing '''Bob''', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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)'
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits at the bar.
DrWho42: Hey everyone
shoes for the dead: hey Dex
DJTween: Hi Who
EWeston: A bisexual captain goodo
aztec vacation: pretty good torrents of art bell out there, classic stuff
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
shoes for the dead: Alladin is a good theatre
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'squeeze_the_wheeze', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi squeeze
Cease: i think writing about firesign would make a good genre
DrWho42: We're finally recording my sci-fi radio show this Friday.
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya guys
EWeston: Kuel Doc
squeeze_the_wheeze: ready for fun?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
shoes for the dead: for what Woh?
DJTween: kewl, DrWho
shoes for the dead: Who
DJTween: Hey P
EWeston: Poop's, just in time
Principalpoop: hey there
Principalpoop: live, nick dangeour
EWeston: Dangler
Principalpoop: who?
DrWho42: I was working with a group on my college campus to produce it, but we're making it independently now. Just for fun, but friends ask if it's for a class.
DJTween: What's the theme?
Cease: dr, have you been in touch with the firesings?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'lily', just granted probation at 9:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi lily
lily: hi everybods
Cease: Greetings, lily
DrWho42: Science fantasy. Das Boot meets Lovecraft, basically.
EWeston: Our Lil, of the evening?
DJTween: lol, interesting combination
DrWho42: Thanks :P
Cease: have you heard my radio plays, drwho42?
lily: lil lil ugh
Principalpoop: das lovely bootcraft
DJTween: hehe
EWeston: Maybe yes, maybe no
Principalpoop: lal lel lil lol lul and sometime lwl
Cease: http://seemreal.com/
lily: high lily high low
Principalpoop: I get up, I get down, oh yes
DrWho42: Actually, I haven't Cease!
Cease: phil austin is in 3 of my plays. phil and melinda are in two, ossman and his son orson are in one both playing orson welles
Principalpoop: a pickle
DrWho42: Definitely will check it out.
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: oops, didn't change the header
EWeston: And Lum, musen't feget Lum
aztec vacation: lovecraft wrote a great story about a u-boat - the temple?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “RADIO NOW LIVE!” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ '
Cease: i was visiting phil and melinda when i was in LA around xmas, 95 and Melinda asked me why I didn't write radio plays. Mmm. good question. soon answered
shoes for the dead: all together now
EWeston: NANCY!
Principalpoop: betty jo billowski
DJTween: That was one great suggestion, cease
DrWho42: Indeed he did Aztec!
DrWho42: Here's my show's page if anyone uses FB: https://www.facebook.com/solarquicksand
Principalpoop: yours or myan
AirshipAl: Maybe it's the do gooder in me but I like to write wrongs.
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: Your palace or Mayan?
aztec vacation: i've been heavily into lovecraft last year, that was one of his better ones/memorable
lily: its in ruins
Principalpoop: ahh, that is how you spell it, k3wl
Cease: many many chat members have been in my plays. elayne and robin, dr. tech and lily, tiny dr tim, merlyn and many more
DJTween: lol lily
shoes for the dead: Mayan or urine?
EWeston: Meet at Quezelovercoatal's shrine, next Tuesday
Principalpoop: read the runes in the ruins
lily: lol DJT
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "9:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:14 PM and dadsir2u steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cease: at leastg it's not in runes. then we'd need gandalf to read it.
Principalpoop: we have lost fong
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 9:14 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
aztec vacation: mayans didn't invent the vacation...
lily: my next tattoo
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Jay Tubb close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
AirshipAl: Shoes---That was a pisser!
Principalpoop: we have found fong
DrWho42: I should get back into trying to read all of Lovecraft. The last one I read was The Colour Out of Space.
DJTween: Hi dadsir, Jay
EWeston: Where's Fang then
Cease: you piss with your shoes? that must make walking difficult
DJTween: Cease >> check PM
Dexter Fong: Hey poop, just reconfiguring
Principalpoop: lazy swedes are known by their rusty zippers and yellow socks
DJTween: Would make using a urinal difficult
Principalpoop: format c: fong
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Rocky bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Rocky
Dr. Dog: Trying to find an m3u streamer for my android tablet grr
Principalpoop: bullwinkle next, no doubt, or some russian boxer
shoes for the dead: the Alladin has a bar
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
AirshipAl: Another obsidian door knocker? Now we have a pair of knockers.
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Rocky: Ah, there we go. What a groove.
Jay Tubb: Oy Lovecraft was a misogynistic worshipper of intergalactic bullwinkles
Principalpoop: steady airship
Cease: hi jay
''Bob'': anyone got a penny?
Jay Tubb: Yes I am
Principalpoop: miso, that the modern koolaid right? changes everything
EWeston: A steady airship is a dock(ered)ed airship
||||||||| dadsir2u says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, dadsir2u exits at 9:18 PM.
Cease: misogny was once even more common than it is now
Jay Tubb: Yes I am
shoes for the dead: just this pickle, "Bob"
DJTween: All I got is these here bitcoins
Principalpoop: i miss misogny
Dexter Fong: echo in here
EWeston: That's Fred
''Bob'': was the record skipping or was it just me? LOL
DrWho42: I have dogecoin
Cease: a jay in the tub is better than a joint in the shower
aztec vacation: it was a different time, also, he's very hard to read - unless you really like the word 'eldritch'
Principalpoop: let me introuce myself, I am Nick Danger
Dexter Fong: lol
DrWho42: 99 Dogecoin but, alas, the exchange rate is $0.05 in USD.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's dadsir2u, just back from Hellmouth."
lily: 3rd eye
Jay Tubb: We'll miss Nina Ogyny sez hi to you
DJTween: wb dadsir
Principalpoop: hard to find glasses for that
EWeston: 4th liver
||||||||| Jay Tubb says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Jay Tubb exits at 9:20 PM.
''Bob'': i don't think dogecoin are worth one red cent when it comes to keeping the record from skipping
lily: 8th fimur
dadsir2u: Howdy y'all, just kida lurking around.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:20 PM and late as usual, it's pooptart, just back from Morgan Hill."
Cease: those aren't eyes. they're proto-potatoes
''Bob'': though i guess maybe it was the Internet that was skipping
DJTween: Hi PT
EWeston: 12th carpunkle
pooptart: lol what a trainwreck
Principalpoop: ok dadsir, have you read the rules and guidelines and FAQ and privacy statement?
DJTween: but a very fun trainwreck
lily: rectum nearly killed um
aztec vacation: not doin nothing - why do you ask? you nsa?
Principalpoop: lurking is punished by banishment, first you fade in the top and then die of a horrible disease
DJTween: wow lily lol
EWeston: Disk world recently discovered the locomotive
Dexter Fong: echo in here
Principalpoop: no nurse, I said prick his boil
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: if lily can reach back, so can I neener
dadsir2u: NOT Yet, but when I get my hands free I'll surely do that.
AirshipAl: Did y'all enjoy the Peter Marshall clip I posted on FB?
Principalpoop: i was yanking your chain, anarchy is the rule here, oops wait
EWeston: Still atached at the wrist and ankles Dadsir?
DJTween: We're strict anarchists
Dexter Fong: For those of you unfamiliar with Airship, he has an amazing collection of FST on video
lily: wez what wheeze
DJTween: kewl, Dex
Dexter Fong: Al: Tell 'em where they can find your postings
Principalpoop: yideo? I need to clean my screen
DJTween: Hope he shares the archive with the archivists
aztec vacation: but anarchy isn't really a very stable form of government, is it?
dadsir2u: Nothing Doc Technical can't take care of.
Dexter Fong: Not yideo you vo-vo
EWeston: Its big round and red, beyond that, I know nothing
Principalpoop: hehe he said it is big round and red hehe
DJTween: Anarcho-Fascism hardly ever works
AirshipAl: Taylor's got my masters. I posted 2 clips recently on FB. Check out the Firesign page.
||||||||| Catherwood leads St.louielou inside, makes a note of the time (9:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: It's a valoon Poop
EWeston: My chagrin just ran away!
Cease: doc tech dont show up here much
shoes for the dead: why govern the stable?
DJTween: Hi louie
Cease: hi louie louie
Principalpoop: don't be churlish
St.louielou: Ola Amigos
Mudhead: 9:30
shoes for the dead: hey lou
Principalpoop: 1 after 909
Dexter Fong: Doc tech plays with his balls on Thursday nights
AirshipAl: I also posted a tribute to Peter Bergman on FB.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
St.louielou: lol little late
EWeston: I've got a Papoon Valuum, and I'm not afraid to use it!
aztec vacation: we shouldn't be talking about this, the nsa is listening in again (howdy big bro)
Cease: and an actual cat. me
DJTween: Nice, Airship
Cease: valium?
DJTween: just look at those whiskers!
EWeston: RIP Mickey Rooney
Cease: i think it was someone on facebook today posted that black holes are entrances to other universes
ah....clem: Barney!
AirshipAl: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=3225906680255&set=vb.1044176983&type=3&theater
pooptart: woo!
shoes for the dead: on the dead actors chanel now
Principalpoop: is that right? ahh he was super, a loss
Cease: i mustr tell y'all my mickey rooney story
DJTween: is it a short story?
Dexter Fong: or a noveleete?
DJTween: Want to get on Skype tonight cease?
lily: it has lots of wives
dadsir2u: That's Ok aztec, no one can hear us in here.
Cease: i'm not a short cat
DJTween: You can talk to us about Rooney
EWeston: Space warps and black holes have been seen together since the 70's
St.louielou: the old guy at the end of 60 minutes?.....lol
Cease: you gonna play neal amid?
Principalpoop: not that old thing the cocaine and hookers and a tin man costume...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Lil', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cease: yeah i can babble about my baby
DJTween: I have Skype available folks... step right up and talk to the crowd :)
DJTween: Hi Lil
St.louielou: lil
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: hi lil
EWeston: So that's Lil then, howdy
Principalpoop: folgers got smaller again?
Lil: Drat late again, hi Tweeny
AirshipAl: Phil Austin, Dave Ossman, Harry Shearer, and Richard Paul: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10202772590889571&set=vb.1044176983&type=3&theater
lily: i lil
Dexter Fong: Hi Lil, didn't you relocate from NYC?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Lil: Hmmm should my ears have been burning?
Lil: Hi gang
EWeston: A mear mistaken imposture
Lil: Yep sure did Dex
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Dexter Fong: Lil: You liking Vermouth...er uh Vermont?
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Principalpoop: north carolina, almost my neck of the woods, howdy thar neighba
Lil: LOL hey have you been putting Google on my tail?
Cease: i'm particularly fond of Vermeer
Lil: Catherwood, a round of Vermouth for me and my friends please
||||||||| Catherwood ands Lil's friends.
EWeston: I like agood veneered leader
Dexter Fong: Lil: No, just a little salt
Principalpoop: ahh 2 lilys, that upsets the nsa, stop that
Lil: Hey Poop I had a friend from there
lily: Ican change my name ??
EWeston: Their no fun, they fell right over
Lil: Never was a Lily only a Lil
DJTween: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page.
St.louielou: Thank god I'm the only LOU in St. Louis...phew
Principalpoop: oh, so you are not biggoted against them, what about south carolina?
Lil: You know from the Beatles song
shoes for the dead: Nino lies
||||||||| 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: Tween: Nino is most inacurate
Principalpoop: ok, i told you I needed to clean my screen, my fault
Cease: her name was magill. she called herself lil
DJTween: Well, that's true, Dex. Then again most psychic predictions are
Lil: Nah Nino fudges a bit sometimes
St.louielou: yes it is...Im 5 hours away from KC?
ah....clem: got my browser set for "Occult in My Head"
Principalpoop: you want to hold my hand? since you saw me dancing there?
Lil: That's it Cease
Dexter Fong: Tween: I knew you were gonna say that
DJTween: lol Dex
lily: I should be nasus
DrWho42: I'm two hours from SF
Lil: Yep trippping over the light fantastic
St.louielou: Nino is DRUNK!
EWeston: Those pshikos are always right
Principalpoop: eastside west all around the park
lily: oh those filla mints
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Dr. Whiplash', just granted probation at 9:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Dr.W
Lil: A few more probies tonight eh
shoes for the dead: hi Dr
Principalpoop: hehe she said probies hehe
Lil: So is Catherwood most of the time
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:39 PM"
Dexter Fong: Tonights probies are tomorrows probers
DrWho42: Hi Dr. W
EWeston: Shavem and shukem
Lil: 9 bongs and a half for Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Lil and yells "oh, fuck off Lil!"
St.louielou: I manscapes my probies
DJTween: Catherwood, be nice
||||||||| Catherwood says "I'll try..."
Dexter Fong: That was rude
DJTween: lol
Dr. Whiplash: Hi 'ya!
EWeston: He's testy like that
Lil: HEY!!!!! That's two weeks in a row you've insulted me Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood insulteds Lil.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jablab - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: in the alabama the tusk are looser
dadsir2u: Catherwood, give all these horsies a sugar cube. I'm outta here.
||||||||| Catherwood brings all these horsies a sugar cube i'm outta here.
shoes for the dead: ouch, Poop
EWeston: By dadsir
||||||||| "9:40 PM? I'm late!" exclaims dadsir2u, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Principalpoop: well, what he supposed to do with a half a bong?
DJTween: That's an elephantile joke, P
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Lil: Make a longer bong I guess
Principalpoop: this elephant resembles a tree, say I touching his leg, I hope it is his leg
EWeston: May a wolly mamoth masauge you
St.louielou: thats what she said
Lil: LOL good form tonight Poop old boy
shoes for the dead: the mamoth?
Principalpoop: who sang that? make a longer bong, oh make a longer bong...
Lil: Maybe we should have you replace Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Lil and yells "Stop typing gibberish, Lil!"
Dexter Fong: Is this the Old Boy networ?
lily: don't touch it there it will pass a fox
aztec vacation: that's an old lawrence welk number
EWeston: Big hairy bugger, with five legs
Principalpoop: irc chat fong, how much of a clue do you need?
Lil: Oh for cryin out loud go sit in the corner Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Lil
lily: make nice nice
||||||||| 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: Poop: How much of a clue do you have?
Principalpoop: squeeze me right there, ahh, now scratch my right shoulderblade, ahhh
DJTween: Catherwood, give Lil an apology
||||||||| Catherwood brings lil an apology.
Principalpoop: in the study and something about mustard
Lil: I'll think about it
EWeston: Catherwood bring Lil your union contract
||||||||| Catherwood gives lil his union contract.
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Principalpoop: fong thought about something once, his idea died of lonliness
Lil: LOL
shoes for the dead: and a bong, PP?
Dexter Fong: lol
Lil: For want of a bong he expired
AirshipAl: Hey! Anyone here in the NYC area?
Principalpoop: a short bong, not made of lead
St.louielou: A token of our friendships past
EWeston: He done huffed off
lily: that not what killed him
Dexter Fong: A hint of our futures present
Lil: No, it needs to be inleaded
DJTween: Dexter and Elayne are, Airship
Principalpoop: who shot cockrobin?
Lil: I mean unleaded :-P
shoes for the dead: deadly bong hit
AirshipAl: Dex and I are gonna watch FST videos next week, Just sayin'...
lily: back to the worm hole
Principalpoop: adding ethanol to everything now
St.louielou: I use it in my soup
EWeston: Add some chilies
Lil: Do you know where the link is to the radio show videos?
lily: its good for whats huffin ya
Principalpoop: lucky fong, he gets all the breaks
DJTween: Sounds like maybe a DVD could be put together of FST videos and released through the store?
shoes for the dead: and Aji-no-Moto
Dexter Fong: Poop: It helps with the lonliness
EWeston: Is half a huff better than none?
Lil: You money maniac Tweeny lol
DrWho42: Gonna have to go now. See everyone next week!
shoes for the dead: uf?
Principalpoop: aji no mojo, ahh the screen again
AirshipAl: @DJ. Not that easy.
Dexter Fong: Night Dr.
Principalpoop: ok who, thanks again
Lil: C ya doc
St.louielou: huff the magic dragon
DJTween: /me is a non-profit Tweeny ;)
EWeston: By to your favorite sound effect Doc
lily: ta Dr Who come pick me up
Dr. Whiplash: Huff huff huff, is that enough?
Principalpoop: 42 40 or fight
Cease: a forest of l's.
AirshipAl: 420 or fight!!!
DJTween: need a Tardis ride, lily?
EWeston: My ears turned inside out last time
Lil: No wonder you have holes in your holes Tweeny
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:49 PM and late as usual, it's Mr. Bark Bark, just back from Washington."
Principalpoop: woof
DJTween: Hi Bark
Mr. Bark Bark: Indeed
EWeston: warf
Lil: Why did that sound naughty
lily: Any time for the tardis I am ready
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “RADIO NOW LIVE!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Principalpoop: hehe, she said he has holes in his holes hehe
lily: and so much ore lol
Principalpoop: no minors allowed
Dexter Fong: afkfr
DJTween comes from the holy land
lily: if ya dig it they will...
shoes for the dead: i mine is a hole on it's side
DJTween digs the earth, man
EWeston: Spawn?
squeeze_the_wheeze: It's been awesome, but i have to leave early today...don't forget your pickle
||||||||| 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!"
lily: watch outfor the echo
Principalpoop: ciao wheeze
Mr. Bark Bark: Is that my pickle?
DJTween: Good to see ya squeeze
EWeston: He's smoking a cigar right now
Principalpoop: oh monica...
EWeston: Busted again durn it
lily: but that was my favorite blue dress
St.louielou: he gave up the sax for that whoremonica
Principalpoop: lydia, oh lydia
EWeston: There ain't room enough in this blue dress for both of us!
DJTween: my, what interesting tattoos you have
shoes for the dead: i'll guard my swine...........
Dexter Fong: EW: There ain't enought room in that blue dress for you
EWeston: The Kraken porn cost man
||||||||| 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."
Mr. Bark Bark: Havatchu!
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah....clem - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Release the porn!!
DJTween: gesundheit
Principalpoop: we be kraken, dog wants out,brb
EWeston: So the zipper doesn't go up all the way, its the thought that counts
Dexter Fong: Don't forget to scoop , Poop
Lil: LOL my head hurts
Cease: there is a new rum concoction called the kraken at our local liquor stores. anyone know what it is?
Dexter Fong: Fermented giant squid
St.louielou: liquid crack?...just a guess
EWeston: Probably has real pork in it
DJTween: beat me to it, Dex
lily: yummy
Mr. Bark Bark: No, I think I've had enough...
Dexter Fong: lol EW
EWeston: Bacon is showing up, everywhere
||||||||| Catherwood ushers otter into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:57 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi otter
Dexter Fong: Roger that EW
shoes for the dead: probly good with anchovie opium eyes
lily: Squid Pork balck bacon
Cease: http://www.krakenrum.com/
Mr. Bark Bark: Didn'tI say that on the other side of the record?
Cease: back bacon goes well with rum
||||||||| otter says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, otter exits at 9:58 PM.
EWeston: Yes but with a different accent
Dexter Fong: Bark: Dunno, this is a cd
lily: everything goes with bacon
EWeston: Patron sella tequilla, bacon mix
Cease: americans call it canadian bacon.
lily: You are a cab
Mr. Bark Bark: I call it a Canadian sunset.
St.louielou: canadians call it BACON
shoes for the dead: everywhere there's lots of Piggies
Cease: sometimes its pretty up here
EWeston: Living piggie lives
Cease: louie, i'm a canuck in nortrh vancouver. we call it back bacon
||||||||| Rocky is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:59 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: you can see them out for dinner
St.louielou: yes, if some one has bacon of course you want it back
Lil: I have a cramp in my toe
EWeston: Its what you get with your hawian pizzas
DJTween: lol louie
Cease: good butcher shops will have greater identity.
Dexter Fong: Lil: Try typing with your hands
St.louielou: I've got blisters on me fingers
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: i love hawaiian pizza. made one recently. with really good rosemary ham
Lil: I can't they're a;ready tied up
EWeston: Wamp!
Lil: already
Lil: See I can't type as well with my toes
Dexter Fong: Lil: Ah, you knew I was in the neighborhood
St.louielou: rosemary ham...great singer from the 40's
shoes for the dead: the tramps are tied up Lil?
DJTween: a great torch singer
EWeston: It is a polorizing type of pizza, some truly hate the idea of it
Lil: LOL Dex
DJTween: until she got honey bbq'd
Dexter Fong: Shoes: Those aren't tramps, they're hobos
Lil: What tramps? I thought they were bozos
EWeston: Retracting by the clandleight
Lil: lol
Mr. Bark Bark: You can't provel that by me.
shoes for the dead: hobos in bondage had a #1 hit in '77
lily: vagabonds
St.louielou: do I have to spell it out C H E E S E A N D O N I O N S
Dexter Fong: Troubadores
lily: cussbadors
EWeston: Rutle refference tumbs, all three, up
Principalpoop: back, dog was quick this evening, and N O A N C H O V I E S
Mr. Bark Bark: No anchovies?
lily: SAUSEAGE
Dexter Fong: Did you S C O O P P O O P ?
Principalpoop: yes, no anchovies
St.louielou: man I just got a awesome live Rutles show from last year
EWeston: Shruums
shoes for the dead: from Pflemland,lily
Principalpoop: no scooping needed, I have a yard, outside anyway
Dexter Fong: Schrums? Is Ilan here?
Cease: it is odd they speak of sex in the past tense. certainly not something they ever experienced
EWeston: I'm a great fan of Niels
lily: cough phlem
DJTween loves The Rutles
Principalpoop: lake
shoes for the dead: a yard of poop
EWeston: Palmer
Dexter Fong: A blivet of poop
St.louielou: sugermegs has the show HIGLY reccomended
Principalpoop: a big moon tonight also, seems brighter than when I was young
Principalpoop: Emerson, ralph waldo, ahh I found him
Mr. Bark Bark: And Mars in opposition...
Cease: compared to the age of the moon, you haven't been looking at it very long
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
shoes for the dead: was the moon stupider in the past?
Dexter Fong: And Venus in coitus
Principalpoop: oh that mars, so contrary
St.louielou: Mars is a big bully
lily: It was a lovely sight
Cease: anyting that brightens our brains is a lovely site
lily: women are from there u know
lily: lol
Mr. Bark Bark: Our brains?
Principalpoop: I am from the moon
EWeston: I had a dream that I was from Cleveland
St.louielou: AMF everyone as we used to say in old Mexico City
Dexter Fong: Cat: Many happy returns
EWeston: More sugar
shoes for the dead: happy new Orbit Cat!!!
Principalpoop: a mexican farewell?
Cease: thankz aged dex.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Dexter Fong: a Canadian standoff?
EWeston: And a Spainish suitcase
Principalpoop: spanish stairs, in italy, go figure
Dexter Fong: on a nude staircase
lily: Best to ya Cat
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pooptart - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| fabes - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the yaws
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: ive been e-talking with paul krassner this week, who was born in 1932 and still looks to future gigs.
Cease: thakns lily. its way more fun than being dead.
Mr. Bark Bark: A Spanish suitcase? Is that anything like a Basquet?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Principalpoop: ok bark, I am gonna keep my eye on you
Mr. Bark Bark: I wouldn't leave a name.
EWeston: I remember Paul, can't imagine what he thinks of today
Cease: he is still very aware, very involved.
shoes for the dead: isn't he doing a new Whole Earth thang?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Nabby into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:11 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Krassner just had a birthday
Nabby: Whoosh.....
EWeston: He put out some good words
lily: I was deadonce then I remembered to breath
Cease: i really want to be that conscious when i'm his age.
Cease: hi nabby
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby, so late tonight
DJTween: Hi Nabby
Principalpoop: 2014, 1932, ahhh more than 50, less than 100
shoes for the dead: just in time, Nabby
Dr. Whiplash: gotta run!!
Mr. Bark Bark: I really want to be conscious when I'm my age!
AirshipAl: It's that time. Gonna get my groove on. Enjoy. See ya next week Dex.
||||||||| Dr. Whiplash rushes off, saying "10:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
DJTween: missed the second part of Radio Now Live! :/
Cease: by whip
Dexter Fong: Night Al
Principalpoop: ok airship, thanks again
EWeston: Escape you fuel!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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
lily: conscious is over rated
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “ALL NITE IMAGES”- 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'
EWeston: Ask any computobot
shoes for the dead: so is reality, lily
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cease: ratings are over conscious
Principalpoop: i for one love our robot overlords
Mr. Bark Bark: I asked a computobot once, he tried to reboot my shoes.
Lil: As long as ya have your health
EWeston: Terrible dancers yes
Principalpoop: cough cough
shoes for the dead: i only rate my reality a 6.66
Cease: do you have a choice, poop?
EWeston: Longer the better
Lil: Nice change from drooling Poop
Cease: have a devilled egg, shoes
lily: thanks for the laughs see next fire week same fire station
Principalpoop: i drool too
Dexter Fong: Night lily
EWeston: Guumby, ladie
Lil: Biya Lily
Principalpoop: do we have a choice? does free will exist?
Cease: by lily
lily: night night
aztec vacation: i gladly lick the metalic soles of our overlord's feet
Principalpoop: smooch
Lil: At the same time? That could be dangerous
Principalpoop: shocking aztec
EWeston: Tracing the negative force to ground eh?
Mr. Bark Bark: I thought "aztec" was something to do with robot sex.
Principalpoop: I am not sure they have feet yet, keyboard sole maybe
Mr. Bark Bark: Or was that a William Shatner novel?
EWeston: Eyebrow trimmer?
Dexter Fong: Do sheep dream of having sex with robots?
Principalpoop: whiplash left, I was going to joke about eyelash
Dexter Fong: That's what I want to know
shoes for the dead: he's not novel
Mr. Bark Bark: Not anymore.
Dexter Fong: Baa
Cease: does dead philp k dick dream of sex at all?
aztec vacation: it's not so bad, and the EST cured my mental 'problems' (so i'm told)
Mr. Bark Bark: Not in the Ender.
Dexter Fong: last I heard, no
EWeston: Under the dental floss bush, ah yes
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Principalpoop: i heard being dead is like being asleep on a Thursday night in Paris
shoes for the dead: sex with the dead?
Dexter Fong: Poop: mai oui?
EWeston: Just don't marry them
Principalpoop: EST, oh my, that raises hackle flashbacks
Rufus_T_Firetween: Wasn't the original title of Bladerunner "Do Andriods Dream Of Electric Sheep?" (the book)
Mr. Bark Bark: Now you can't, in my state.
EWeston: Yup
Principalpoop: yes
Cease: yes tween. one of my fave books
aztec vacation: mr nsa frowns on discussions of necrophilia, let's not go there
Dexter Fong: Yes rufus (and I can't tell you how glad I am to finally see you participating)
Cease: ubiq is #1, androids is #2
Mr. Bark Bark: "Not Safe for A**play.
Principalpoop: incest is all relative
EWeston: They cause earth quakes in Oklahoma
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hil Freedonia!
Mr. Bark Bark: I heard it was the high-pressure drilling.
Principalpoop: necrophiladelphis, pa
Mr. Bark Bark: Hail Hydra.
Rufus_T_Firetween: *Hail
EWeston: That's what they want you believe
Cease: not if your brother is fucking you, poop
Principalpoop: ahh hail
Principalpoop: ouch, right you are
Rufus_T_Firetween: It's actually the Tripods trying to come up out of the ground
EWeston: Hail and rain foooevah
Mr. Bark Bark: As foretold in the prophesy.
Principalpoop: fore told who?
EWeston: Not those 9' tall plants then, good
Mr. Bark Bark: The Professor.
shoes for the dead: skin
EWeston: pimple
Principalpoop: and maryann, here on gilligans island
Mr. Bark Bark: Nephrons.
aztec vacation: y, kind of thought it was triffids as well, OK is so fcked
Cease: marijuana on gilligans isle"
Mudhead: whaa?
Principalpoop: sure, they were high all the time
EWeston: Triffids yah that's them
Dexter Fong: A grow aisle
Cease: lol dex
shoes for the dead: thats why they didden't leave
Principalpoop: lil buddy
EWeston: They women and pigs and children
aztec vacation: north-slope triffids - the best to smoke?
EWeston: gots
Principalpoop: are you looking for quality or quanity?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| AirshipAl - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| St.louielou - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr. Bark Bark: I'm looking for quandary.
aztec vacation: quality, man
Principalpoop: ouch, lots of good ones lost in that batch
EWeston: Did he skip on child payments again?
Rufus_T_Firetween: They're dropping like flies
Cease: we have quants, and we haved tits. but not together
Principalpoop: qualitative analysis involves selection of critera base on ahh, huh?
Dexter Fong: Random number generators
EWeston: wave a lobster claw at him
Principalpoop: poor lobster, ohhh
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: A tip a glass of Krakken too
Principalpoop: we be krakken, yes sir
EWeston: It was expected, he was with security
Principalpoop: his colleague was a prawn
Cease: best restaurant i ate at in florence was called lobs so i thought it would have lobster on the menu. no
shoes for the dead: Yo! ho and a bottle of rum
Mudhead: Krakken Two?
EWeston: Prawn of whose loins?
Principalpoop: florence florida, nead st petersburg?
Cease: the bottle of rum in the local store is tiny.
Cease: italy
shoes for the dead: what about the ho/
EWeston: Nah I'm cold porking st petersburg
Mudhead: I'll be in New Haven CT tmmw
Principalpoop: is that 5 times distilled rum anygood? sounds cruel
Cease: my father's father was from st petersburg. hated the czar
Mudhead: Yale actually
Principalpoop: ahh bueno paisan
EWeston: Essentail ingredient for Purple Jesus Punch
shoes for the dead: i dissed it 5 times and it's still rum
Principalpoop: not that one, this one has all the retirement communities
EWeston: The Czars were never touchy feelie folks
Principalpoop: going to yale, grats
Mr. Bark Bark: Touchy shooty, but not touchy fee lie.
Mudhead: Hospital actually
Principalpoop: oh mud, gosh, wish the best
EWeston: Get with the surfs though
Cease: only in the rasputinesque way
Mudhead: so pray to your favorite deity for me
Principalpoop: they are probably pretty good there, i suppose
Mr. Bark Bark: I'm praying on the neighbor's cat, if that helps.
Principalpoop: did you bribe the obama death panel, you gotta do that to have a chance,...
Mudhead: Hes done it lots of times Ive heard
Dexter Fong: I'll be rooting for you Mudhead
Mudhead: very few rejections
EWeston: The Mongols shaped a lot of the Russian mind. That and getting invaded a couple more times
Principalpoop: that is the way to choose 'em, super
shoes for the dead: advanced bagarigmus, Mud?
Mudhead: Im just roiling all this in my mind
Mr. Bark Bark: Just leave a couple of bombers on the side table.
Principalpoop: when I told you to go downtown and buy a new personality, I had no idea...
Dexter Fong: Mud: Sounds like you could use some medical marihauna
EWeston: From Ralphs House of Loose Minds
Mudhead: im not too funny, im sorry, but I'll comeback Im sure
Mr. Bark Bark: Did she ever get off that island?
Rufus_T_Firetween lights what Mud is rolling
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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: kay sera sera mud, can I have your pc if things so south?
Dexter Fong: lol poop
Principalpoop: I would not ask, but I still have xp...
Mudhead: sure, but you'll have to go in a death match cage with ah,clem
Cease: mud you dont have to be funny. the firesign does it for us. we can be lazy
Principalpoop: no way, he broke my arm for that rhode islands guys pc
Dexter Fong: But we do like it better when you are funny
EWeston: Pie beam throwers at 1/4 mi
aztec vacation: duke of madness!
Cease: does anyone here worry about the windows thing, no more suport?
Dexter Fong: EW: Vector 3.1476 etc
Mudhead: i got rid of xp
Principalpoop: i still have norton, what me worry?
Dexter Fong: Experience?
Cease: too many mad people put up their dukes
Principalpoop: maybe unbuntu next
EWeston: I'm going with jasonberry pie!
Dexter Fong: And feel up their duchesses
aztec vacation: stick w/7 until 9 comes out, then wait until 9.1...
Cease: i played this piece on the japanese naional radio station in 1995
Mudhead: im giving up on M$
Cease: i think it did some good
Mudhead: going with Linux
Principalpoop: i think so also mud
Dexter Fong: Mud: What is M$?
Dexter Fong: Micro soft ahh
Mudhead: Micro$oft
Cease: important stuff
Rufus_T_Firetween: Smart move, Mudhead
shoes for the dead: good deal, Cease
Rufus_T_Firetween: I'll be doing the same when my Macs no longer suffice
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: In fact, I'm already running a box with Ubuntu
Dexter Fong: Cat: I think it helped a lot, they haven't invaded china lately
Principalpoop: i hear they are much advanced now, last time I tried linux, I had to manually install the monitor each time and such..
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Dex
Cease: i could tell a long story about how i got firesign on the radio i japan in the ealrfy 70s
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu should tell it on Skype
Principalpoop: does it involve mickey rooney?
Cease: i should write a book
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong: How I Skyped Mickey Rooney and why he divorced his 23rd wife
Cease: ive told my mickey rooney story here often enough, poop.
EWeston: Micky Moose ain't kosher?
Principalpoop: not the same at all to hear it in your own voice
Cease: actually its a george harrison story. but mickey plays the bad guy
shoes for the dead: and now he can't defend himself
Principalpoop: I love frank sinatra's story about don rickles
Dexter Fong: EW: Wrong, my Rabbi said that both moose, Caribeu, *and* Elk are Kosher
Rufus_T_Firetween: Pincipalpoop >> http://www.ubuntu.com/desktop - really easy to use, quite Mac-like interface
Rufus_T_Firetween: You don;t have to set up the hardware like you were talking about
Principalpoop: the nome synagogue applauds
Cease: am i supposed to tell this tale, or have i already done this?
EWeston: Ok I'll buy a yarmaca for mine then
Dexter Fong wonders what Rufus has done with Tweeny
Lil: Making my exit guys
Rufus_T_Firetween: PincP, you can download and burn a LiveDVD and play with it without installing it
Lil: nighty night
Mudhead: ni ni Lil
Mr. Bark Bark: G'night, Lil
Principalpoop: thanks tween, it has been many years since I tried it before, probably before xp
aztec vacation: y, what's going on here?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I can't recall you relating a MR story
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Cease: you leave before my tale, lil?
Principalpoop: ciao lil, sleep well
Rufus_T_Firetween: have a great week, Lil
EWeston: Byyah
Lil: Thanks you too sweeties
Mr. Bark Bark: Mickey Rooney divorced her once. Or twice.
||||||||| Around 10:43 PM, Lil walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Night Lil, mud season is coming
Cease: i'll tell my tale later
||||||||| 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: Catherwood, please give Cease the story stick
||||||||| Catherwood gives cease the story stick.
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Cease the tale twig
||||||||| Catherwood gives cease the tale twig.
Principalpoop: the tongue is in the tale
Dexter Fong: Your seat is in the balcony
Cease: in tokyo
Cease: i lived there for many years. totaly wrong abougt homosexual population
EWeston: Thank you for that image pooer
Principalpoop: and hear comes the chairwoman, down the aisle, picking her seat
Dexter Fong: In tokyo there lived a short round-eye named Mickey rooney
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
EWeston: She usually pickles them
Rufus_T_Firetween: Actually, the Japanese don't not have population replacement, at this point
Mr. Bark Bark: Cease, that's counting the multiple personalities.
Rufus_T_Firetween: *do not
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: or you could use the story switc and beat it into us
Rufus_T_Firetween had a negative double there
Cease: there ae 37 million people in tokyo so naturally there are a lot of homosexuals.
EWeston: -4 points then
Dexter Fong: Rufus, that's a positive sign
Principalpoop: yah sure
Cease: japan is shrinking. and that's a good tihng
Mr. Bark Bark: Or is the ocean growing?
Principalpoop: I blame the radiation instead of homosexuality
Rufus_T_Firetween: Not a fan, cease?
Dexter Fong: I blame the living in tubes
Mr. Bark Bark: You're thinking of Gayzilla.
Rufus_T_Firetween: They were homonuclear weapons?
Cease: i lived in japan from 71-88 for much of that period. my wife is from greater tokyo.
Dexter Fong: High born eh?
Mr. Bark Bark: Actually, Greater Tokyo was known for beating up lesser Tokyo.
Principalpoop: got them on gaydar
Dexter Fong: Well, lesser tokyo is where all the koreans live
EWeston: Sic Bootzilla on him
Cease: many young women are less inclined to get married. i taught at a woman's univeristy for many years and most of myh students wanted to get married. no so much now.
Dexter Fong: They waited until they were all singing kareoke
Mr. Bark Bark: Which, coincidentally, was usually at a gay bar.
Mudhead: I'll marry them all
Principalpoop: the young girls are making group videos too, need links?
Dexter Fong: Thaank you Revered Moon
Cease: you'll have to offer them something more than mud
EWeston: And your bro Feverred Moon
Dexter Fong: Poop: Is that tiger pron.edo?
Principalpoop: no, buy a russian one mud, stronger hehe
Rufus_T_Firetween: The Dear Reverend is no longer with us...
Principalpoop: not an english url, really hardcore
Mr. Bark Bark: Divorced from this reality.
Mudhead: I am now a Justice of the Peace, so I can marry them all
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live Radio Free Roadkill show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Principalpoop: is that right? reverand moon joined his friends g washington and jesus already?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong: Rufus: Jimmy Swaggert channels him every Saturday night
||||||||| 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."
EWeston: Japan's population is shrinking. Many rual areas are depopulated
Principalpoop: hear yee hear yee, the right honorable mudhead presiding... k3wl
Cease: my japanese relatives are getting smaller
aztec vacation: well, godzilla is also responsible for a lot of that, too - he's mostly got a hard on for tokyo, but sometimes has to cut thru rural areas
Mudhead: +
Cease: there are more peole in tokyo than there aqre in canada.
shoes for the dead: it's just perspctive, Cease they are geting further away
EWeston: There are Japanese populations thoughout the globe. Wonder if they'll think of moving back
Principalpoop: still not many in australia, wonder why
Dexter Fong: Poop: Because they lost WW2
EWeston: WW2 They were fighting close to home
Principalpoop: oh yah, ok
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
Principalpoop: germans go to UK for vacations now, get over it
EWeston: Fair muslim population in oz
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and thanks also for letting Rufus off the leash
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
EWeston: Ok who stole my underwear?
Principalpoop: thank you tween
Principalpoop: was that yours? fong told me, oh you fong
DJTween: yw all :)
Dexter Fong furtively hides Poop's tighty whities under his chair
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: that won't do any good
EWeston: Oh you swine! ga bye!
Principalpoop: dogs will bark outside at them
Dexter Fong: Night EW
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: night E, wow
||||||||| 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: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Mud, and best of luck tomorrow
||||||||| "11:01 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Cease: good work, twen
||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Ok who stole my underwear?
Principalpoop: starch or no starch before I return then next week EWeston
||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM bus from Oklahoma pulls away, leaving Dr. Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat, Poop shoes et al
||||||||| Mudhead is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:01 PM.
Principalpoop: super week all, and thanks again all
Principalpoop: ciaoooo
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves at 11:01 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..."
Cease: off we go
||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| At 11:02 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Cease: by
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| aztec vacation - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Cease - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| EWeston - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 12:25 AM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hack, Hack, Dear Friends! My, it's good to be back in the US of A -- home of pig oil beer, after all.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flotsam and I have had a gay time since Christmas. The Royal Family visited us last Saturday. We all had such a fine time in our flat at Bakersfield Street in Marylebonehead.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Prince Philip and Her Majesty, Wills and Harry had such a great time with the last of Winter's pig oil beer that they all stayed over Saturday night! Imagine the Royals staying over night at our flat! But they were and are wonderful guests!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We have been entertaining our good friend, Mr Rococo off and on as well as numerous American Friends. The worldwide Firesign Family is always welcome and we have the room!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, that's the news from an Elgin perspective, Dear Freuds! I must go to bed before I lose my marbles! See you next time, same Firetime same Firestation!
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) leaves to catch the 12:38 AM train to Funfun Town.
||||||||| 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:
AirshipAl
aztec vacation
''Bob''
Cease
dadsir2u
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dr. Dog
Dr. Whiplash
DrWho42
EWeston
fabes
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Jay Tubb
Lil
lily
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
pooptart
Principalpoop
Rocky
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
St.louielou
ah....clem
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http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
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https://www.facebook.com/solarquicksand
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ
http://www.krakenrum.com/
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