||||||||| 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 17, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 166 sneaks in around 12:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident." ||||||||| It's 12:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| 166 - dead from intense demonic possession ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Outside, the 7:09 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. ||||||||| New notice: '** Sorry Dear Friends, but there will be no US Plus Stimulcast this evening. The dastardly Electrician zapped the power supply in Tweenys mixer. Tweeny is awaiting the arrival of a new one, and the show should be live again next week :-) **' ||||||||| At 7:11 PM, DJTween runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." ||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 7:29 PM, dragging Rufus_T_Firetween by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?" ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. ||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:37 PM, dragging kestrel74 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ?" kestrel74: can I sit here in the waiting room ? ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'aztec vacation', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room... ||||||||| Beet bounds in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey folks Beet: An early good night, then, I guess. See everybody next week. 'Bye. aztec vacation: howdy - missing the usual top notch tunes Beet: Hey, Tween, are we still having the chat? aztec vacation: but i know why (of course) ||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM downtown bus from Washington pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. EWeston: Hey Tweeny, and all gruntled to be here aztec vacation: these damned crickets are deafening, though - fumigate this place pronto Rufus_T_Firetween: The chat is available 24/7 Rufus_T_Firetween: my mixer bought the farm Rufus_T_Firetween: so no show tonight ||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... EWeston: Technical difficulties today? Rufus_T_Firetween: as explained in the header :) EWeston: Hokay next time down time then ||||||||| 8:55 PM: Dexter Fong 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Dex ||||||||| At 8:56 PM, EWeston hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Dexter Fong: Hi Rufus..so sorry to hear about the "incident" involving the electrician Rufus_T_Firetween: lost my audio mixer, but another one is on the way Rufus_T_Firetween: I'll bet that sleezy weasel Rococco was in on it too, Dex aztec vacation: mixer down w/the plague Dexter Fong: Guess we'll find out who's a chatter and who isn't =)) ||||||||| Cease steals in around 8:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident." Dexter Fong: Hi Ca Dexter Fong: t Cease: Hi De ||||||||| 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!" Cease: x Dexter Fong: = Beet: Well, I do have some moving to do so I am just going ahead with that. Hope all is OK with you Tween and we will see everyone next week same Firetime same Firestation. 'Nite. Cease: watching Jays over Twins. Dexter Fong: 0 Cease: we're up 5-1 ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 17, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" Cease: can you get new computer tweem ||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... Dexter Fong: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: howdy Rufus_T_Firetween: not the computer, cease ||||||||| 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." Rufus_T_Firetween: it's the audio mixer that got fried Cease: hi foot coverings ||||||||| Catherwood leads lily 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. lily: Hell o bodies ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi mz lili Dexter Fong: Hi Lily Rufus_T_Firetween: *lily shoes for the dead: hi Lily Cease: hi lily lily: Hi Rudus, Fong, Shoes Cease Rufus_T_Firetween: How rude ;) lily: sorry Dexter Fong: downright rudderless lily: boatless if you ask me type it girl shoes for the dead: doc gave me Trazadone for sciatica, doesn't help the pain but i get neat flashws and patterns when i close me eyes lily: cAN WE ALL GET SOME aztec vacation: solid Rufus_T_Firetween: yikes shoes lily: sorry Rufus_T_Firetween: We can shout. Don't hear you Cease: drugs can be your friends. or not aztec vacation: jimi - 'are you experienced? (not necessarily stoned, but beautiful...) Dexter Fong: shoes: have had sciatica....very painful...can't sit down, can't lie down...I just stood up, watched tv, and drank quarts of vodka until I passed out Rufus_T_Firetween: very true, cease shoes for the dead: really fast and cartoony ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: ya, i can't drink. Dex lily: me too with back but knees are telling me a storm is brewing Dexter Fong: hmm, that only leaves strong opiates ||||||||| Elayne sneaks in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident." lily: yummy Rufus_T_Firetween: very strage weather recently, lily Dexter Fong: Hi E Cease: waiter at Mix restaurant in Vegas, when I ordered a Gin Tonic, told me Gin was vodka with flavour. I didn;t argue. Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Elayne Elayne: Evenin' all! Here early for a change, mostly to invite Dex to lunch. Cease: Hey, It's Elayne ||||||||| 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!" Rufus_T_Firetween: the one time E shows up early and I have equipment problems Elayne: Dex, my boss goes away next Wednesday for two and a half weeks. Let's pick a date! Dexter Fong: E: I'll call you monday, ok? shoes for the dead: they won't give me those no matter how hard i whine Cease: I'm sure they're not connected, Tween Elayne: Call me in a week, Dex. lily: hi elayne Elayne: Hey Lily! Dexter Fong: OK Elayne Elayne: Dex, I really want to give you back those paperbacks. I promise to dust 'em off first. :) Dexter Fong: E: Shall I bring the following volumes? ||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Dexter Fong: Beet! The Repaer!! Elayne: That's a great idea, Dex. Summer reading! Cease: dead beets make good borcht lily: dye your easter eggs for that beety color ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" shoes for the dead: spoken like a true Ukrainian Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please stop with the pitching ||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong lily: yaw shoes for the dead: but keep your nose up Dexter Fong: keep your nose up what? lily: abd clean Cease: I had a girlfriend in 1970 who made exquisite easter eggs. shoes for the dead: somewhere it doesn't belong lily: I must be the idiot Cease: She, like my grandparents, was Ukranian Cease: I wonder how much longer there will be an independent Ukraine shoes for the dead: or half of one it looks like Cease: You're not an idiot, lily. We would have noticed by now. lily: thanks lol shoes for the dead: what part of Ukraine were they from, Cease Cease: Our old Russian realtor friend Natalia (anyone remember the Van Morrison tune) was over this morning and she looks Exactly like old girlfriend. Clone-like. Very strange ||||||||| Merlyn enters at 9:18 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger. Merlyn: hey Cease: My cousin visiited our Ukranian relatives recently so I'll ask her. I'm worried. Cease: Hey Minni boy shoes for the dead: Hey Merlyn lily: Hi Merlyn Dexter Fong: HI merlyn Cease: any firesign news, merl? Merlyn: nothing I've heard cat Elayne: Hi Merlyn! Cease: rememberr when pa was here a few weeks ago asking if we'd buy firfesign albums online? I wonder what's happening with that Elayne: Oh, by the way, it's Ken's birthday but I keep forgetting his chat handle. Sometimes I really, really wish everyone would use their real names. :) ||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?" Merlyn: there's still talk about it Merlyn: hey E Cease: i asked bill if the firesign radio station would be offering new content anytime soon. not a usefull question Dexter Fong: E: If you mean Kend, he's not been here for a badger's age Cease: el. why? we love playing with words, as do the firesigns Elayne: Thanks Cat, I think that's him. You're right, in fact, I haven't seen him in awhile. Elayne: Cat, I love wordplay too, I just do it using my actual name. ||||||||| "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!" shoes for the dead: maybe because you badgered him about his age, Dex Cease: I'm hoping to be able to afford to buy Profilles this year lily: how old do badgers get anyway? shoes for the dead: are there codger badgers? lily: I might be there Cease: i had a birthday a few days ago, but dont feel any older Cease: i think dodgers live longer than badgers. vin scullly is older than time shoes for the dead: ya mustn't have gotten drunk enough then, Cease ||||||||| "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!" lily: I got a big birthday in a few weeks but I feel older than that lily: Happy belated Birthday Cease Rufus_T_Firetween: and early Happy Birthday to you, lily Cease: are there little birthdays, lily? Rufus_T_Firetween: *an Cease: thank you, lily. i love being old. my knees, not so much lily: Thanks 60 running right up on me Merlyn: I just change what number base I use so I'm always 20 Cease: you have to be old to appreciate firesign, in general, unfortuately, etc lily: 60 is the new 60 Cease: you look young merl so age will avoid you for awhile shoes for the dead: my kids dig them at 33 and 30 lily: but I will always be 12 in my heart shoes for the dead: and i infected them in their teens Elayne: I stopped at age 23 somewhere in my head... Cease: my young daughter loved to sing along with the peorgie tirebiter tune ||||||||| 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." Elayne: I'm a decade more than twice that now. shoes for the dead: yuppers El ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." Cease: i just turned 63 and i'm really hapy about that. sure beats being dead Elayne: I agree, Cat. I'm glad you're happy around your birthday for a change, I know that's unusual for you. aztec vacation: it would be hard for me to imagine typical kids having the attention span to invest in FST Cease: i dont know, el. i'm happy more often than not shoes for the dead: will you still love next year Cease? shoes for the dead: us Cease: probably lily: Great Cease: i was here on the first chat night. i'll be here for many more, inshalla Cease: one of our decks has underlining wood rottingl. I feel like that myself occasionaly, but not often Cease: i have been happy most of my long life, and i thank the firesign theatre for making that happen lily: ditto Merlyn: me 3 shoes for the dead: ya you can always get a sureal slant on lifes weirdness shoes for the dead: tends to make more sense that way lily: peaking through the slats of the fence shoes for the dead: going by real fast lily: yeah sure just when it gets good Cease: have any of you had a surreal experience not involving firesign or any other intoxicant? lily: Oliver too trippy lily: angel dust watch out for tinker bell Elayne: I have to leave y'all now. I left my hat on my homeward-bound bus, and you know how important there is to have a hat to, um, do things in. Elayne: The bus is making its next run and I want to meet it at the terminus, so I'd best get ready. shoes for the dead: pulled over in Wyo. to sleep when i woke up the prairie was on fire around us Elayne: Next week, all ||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:45 PM train to New York. shoes for the dead: By El Dexter Fong: Night E. hope you find your hat so you can have...er ..uh.. lily: don't forget your tranfer slip Elayne Cease: by el Dexter Fong: sure is quiet in here Cease: this chat is a creation of elayne, a gift that keeps on giving Dexter Fong: must be the portrait gallery ||||||||| lily walks away to The Portrait Gallery. Cease: galls and galleons. the pirate museum ||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'lily', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary... lily: Catherwood its nasus ||||||||| Catherwood snubs lily lily: Snubbed at last thank god Im... ||||||||| "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!" shoes for the dead: ise not free, ise expensive! lily: Honest to pete I make myself laugh Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, give lily some canned laughter ||||||||| Catherwood gives lily some canned laughter. ||||||||| lily, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary. shoes for the dead: in your hat probably Cease: thats the best person to do it, lily ||||||||| Outside, the 9:53 PM crosstown bus from North Carolina pulls away, leaving lily coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes. lily: at least when the bus took off I was home shoes for the dead: is that what they call it "when the bus takes off?" Cease: i think we're all bozos on this lily: look at that clown ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:57 PM, dragging General Dysfunction by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" shoes for the dead: yep I'm a Honkie General Dysfunction: honk honk lily: beep beep ya shoes for the dead: drive my car lily: toodles every ones see ya next time lily: and thanks Dexter Fong: night lily shoes for the dead: by lily General Dysfunction: how quiet how funny Cease: by lily ||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits. lily: ja matta Cease: hi gen Cease: thats sort of japanese, lily General Dysfunction: hey brother howdy and how do you do and while we're on the subject ||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:01 PM and Elayne bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Cease: wa zoo? Elayne: I'm back, and I have my hat! Elayne: Oh, and this grape, I suppose Cease: great news, el Cease: i love hats Elayne: I love the 21st century, I was talking with Robin the whole time and he was tracking the bus that had my hat. Elayne: So, cell phone plus GPS plus the MTA's BusTime program, and I don't have to go to the depot to retrieve my chappeau! Cease: its a great time to be alive, el General Dysfunction: hat tracking! Elayne: This is the furthest I've ever misplaced my hat on a moving vehicle. Cease: i was talking to my doctor about that before last cancer operation. i told him i'm so happy to be alive at a time when there are treatments ||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly. Nabby: Whoosh! Elayne: I've left it at work a couple times, but that's stationary. Elayne: Just so, Cat! Elayne: Evenin' Nabby! shoes for the dead: I'm gonna take some Trazadone and watch lights till i sleep shoes for the dead: Hi Nabby Elayne: Great idea, shoes - g'night! Cease: lights are good for your brain, shoes Cease: hey nab shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!! Cease: i think they reprogramme your neurons in an aesthetic direction General Dysfunction: mmmmmtrazadone, drizzle drazzle drizzle drone time for this one Elayne: Well, I'm hat-happy, and going to bed, but I'm not taking my hat to bed. Elayne: Night again, all! ||||||||| Elayne departs at 10:09 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?" General Dysfunction: before, was watching Flesh and the Devil, a silent with Garbo, was full of my own dialogue, now, am speechless ||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| lily - dead from the common cold ||||||||| aztec vacation - dead from the fiddlers ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cease: by again el Merlyn: I'll be going too Merlyn: hope the stream is back up next week, so we can all pee into it ||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 10:18 PM train to Elmertown. General Dysfunction: well put Cease: always a good idea, merl Cease: off we flee ||||||||| "10:20 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Cease, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes. Dexter Fong: Godd idea cat ||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote." Dexter Fong: Night Ruffus Nabby GD General Dysfunction: gosh, we're just not nothing without THEM Dexter Fong: That's why I'm oging over there ||||||||| At 10:21 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... General Dysfunction: i too, no more here, more over there ||||||||| At 10:24 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, General Dysfunction!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on... ||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice ||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... ||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:26 PM, dragging Principalpoop by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?" Principalpoop: bye and hi ||||||||| At 10:27 PM, Principalpoop rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Rufus_T_Firetween: laters... ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:27 PM train to Billville. ||||||||| 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:
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