A Firesign Chat
05/08/2014




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 May 08, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:14 AM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| It's 10:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 7:01 PM uptown bus from District of Columbia pulls away, leaving Mr. Joe coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 7:09 PM, dragging GovSlugwell by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
GovSlugwell: "It's been such a long expiditon, you know. I'm SO tired."
GovSlugwell: /ɛkspɪˈdɪʃən/
||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. Joe - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 8:08 PM: DJTween 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!"
DJTween: 'ello Gov
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| 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 **'
GovSlugwell: 'ello.
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| 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 8:26 PM.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (ZZ Top) - 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)'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:48 PM downtown bus from Dallas pulls away, leaving BlueMoss coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Moss
DJTween: I heard about the Dallas city council deciding to get rid of fluoride in the water
||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTween: Kudos, Dallas :-)
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Cease, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: Hey Cease
EWeston: Hey Tweeny...were am I?
Cease: hi folks
DJTween: Seattle
BlueMoss: howdy - don't know about that, don't live down there, i'm up north a bit
GovSlugwell: On the funway.
DJTween: click on Nino at the bottom of the page
Cease: you in vancouver, bluemoss?
DJTween: That too, Slugwell :)
DJTween: Ah, OK Moss
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
BlueMoss: nope, north of dallas - lewisville - you're still in plano?
DJTween: Nino has to go by your ISP routing to try to determine where you are
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: Yah, that's the ticket, a soggy ticket.
BlueMoss: it rained a bit down there today, y
Cease: you can actually hear Cat when you visit the radio station. i have a couple of hours of shows on it
Cease: i thought you meant north of seattle
DJTween: We got some showers in the Austin area
EWeston: Only to excess, a little T&L too.
DJTween: Minneapolis, Cease??
GovSlugwell: Floridated Rain
DJTween: Thought that was Merlyn territory
Cease: is minni north of seattle?
EWeston: I had to raft down the driveway to take a bus to the trading type store
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ''Bob'' inside, makes a note of the time (8:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Bob
''Bob'': Hi all.
DJTween: apparently Nino thinks so, Cease
BlueMoss: howdy bob
Cease: yeah merlyn in mini
EWeston: In native naselease Hi Bob.
Cease: i'm the token canuck here, i guess
DJTween: Nino has you in Minnesota
Cease: ive only been in its airport
EWeston: The place needs a misstoken
DJTween: Catherwood, give Cease a token for his cough
||||||||| Catherwood gets cease a token for his cough.
Cease: i rarely leave vancouver
BlueMoss: wow, nino is confused?
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Beet should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Beet enters and sits in the comfy chair.
''Bob'': I was proctoring an exam today and made a P&B joke. No one got it. It's lonely out there for a Firehead.
Beet: Beautiful Summer's night. Howdy all.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's mahatma57, just back from Chicago."
EWeston: Nevah, merely missplaced
DJTween: Nino's powers of prediction sometimes wane
DJTween: Hi Beet, mahatma
EWeston: Hi Beets
BlueMoss: "you can't get there from here"?
GovSlugwell: Antelope Freeway, 1 mile.Antelope Freeway, 1/2 mile.Antelope Freeway, 1/4 mile Antelope Freeway, 1/8 mile.
Beet: Hi EW Tween and everyone
EWeston: It takes threes bus's and a mule, but yes you can
mahatma57: Just call me Joe. Joe from Chicago, see..
DJTween: I was going to play Bride tonight, but then I remembered Cease reminding me that I hadn't played Power
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: Where's your syncopathic killer Wilard?
GovSlugwell: I have to drive home now. See you fellas in about 45 mins......God Bless yuh, Miss Laura-Lee!!!
Cease: are you the ghandi in the nick danger adventure, 57?
''Bob'': Ride with Zeno, Gov!
||||||||| 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!"
mahatma57: No
EWeston: What kinda milage you get on your home?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 08, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Cease: you have the Box of Danger, don't you, Tween?
BlueMoss: mix it up, bro
||||||||| 9:00 PM: shoes for the dead 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!"
''Bob'': Pedantic note: comprising
mahatma57: Thank Jeebus, I coudn't take much more ZZ Top..
Beet: I don't think I have heard "Power". This should be nice.
Cease: Hilario Spacepipe, tween
shoes for the dead: Howdy
BlueMoss: howdy shoes
Beet: Het Cease
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merlyn 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.
''Bob'': Please don't tell us how to buy these recordings, Tween. The last time I listened, it cost me too much.
Beet: Hi Shotes
Cease: Power was a serial in John Hockenberry's npr show Heat
||||||||| 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."
EWeston: Attention shoe crossing ahead
Cease: procberg did several different things for that show. one of the best radio shows i've ever heard
Beet: That was supposed to be "Hi Shoes?
shoes for the dead: hey Merlyn
''Bob'': I regret that I have but one paycheck to give to FT!
Beet: Hi Merl
||||||||| Principalpoop waltzes in at 9:02 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies lily in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: You don't like shotes?
Cease: and Peter's ex-old lady Stallone
mahatma57: "ProcBerg".. I like that..
Beet: And Poop is here too. Howdy
lily: hey groupa
Beet: Never tried dhotes
||||||||| 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: hey all
Cease: Hi Lily
Cease: Poop
shoes for the dead: better than shites
Principalpoop: cease
Beet: I Camp Tipe tongt
lily: hey cease good page last week
EWeston: The groupers ran away, neat trick.
Principalpoop: beet shoes lilly all
''Bob'': iTunes? Well, I'm safe then.
BlueMoss: wat?
Cease: who were you quoting, tween?
Beet: Oh boy, new fun
Cease: good page, lily?
Principalpoop: comedy frontiersmen, wagon hoooo
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Proctor & Bergman’s “POWER” - 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 >> (this recording is temporarily out of print but is available for free download from the iTunes Store Firesign Theatre podcast section)'
lily: you rec your blog
EWeston: Come hither conestoga
mahatma57: Reminds me of the Good Ol' Daze..
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: Hi Lil
Merlyn: iTunes? Music for you eye?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Pharmer close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
shoes for the dead: nay daze is good, 57
DJTween: Ted Bonnit, Cease, the series peoducer
DJTween: Hi Pharmer
DJTween: Hey P, Merl
shoes for the dead: any
Cease: i just posted some new pix to the blog today.http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
Cease: oh yes, I met Ted and Peter's Big Brouhaha in Kirkland 2 years ago
Cease: great guy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
mahatma57: "Any day above ground is a good day.."
Cease: pete and ted did a lot of projects together. my fave are the 2 Digital Diners they did in 95
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** David Ossman’s “Mark Time Guest Star bundle” at >> http://www.zbs.org/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=8_35&products_id=452
lily: yesterday I hit 60 so happy
Cease: he was astonished that i knew them. apparently very few people have heard them
lily: can't wait for 69
Cease: good for you,, lily.
DJTween: Hey lily! Happy Birthday :-)
DJTween: I'll turn 60 in July
||||||||| 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: why did you hit it? what did 60 do to you?
Cease: you can be the new babe ruth
lily: thanks great day in surf city]
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nabby inside, makes a note of the time (9:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
lily: in the pool
DJTween: Hi Nabby
Beet: Yo Nabby
Principalpoop: 60, that is the new 40, or 50? 30?
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Nabby: Hi Tween
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: hey nab
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
EWeston: The new puberty
Principalpoop: surf city at the pool, let me check nino
shoes for the dead: good pics cease
Nabby: Hey C & B & shoes
lily: feels more like the new 80
Principalpoop: charlotte nc lol
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| GovSlugwell - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: lol lily
Cease: thanks shoes. i'm happy it's warm enough to go out and take pix, when it's not raining
EWeston: I admit to being 63, and living without any perscriptions
DJTween: I'm impressed that Ted put in the sound effects post-recording. Nice job
DJTween: Good for you, EW
Principalpoop: ahh, at 57, i am the kid here
Cease: yeah my knees feel way older than the rest of me.
''Bob'': I think I have as many prescriptions as the square root of my age.
Nabby: Ditto ppoop
Beet: I'm 57 and take herbs
mahatma57: You know a lot of people.. for a lot of airports...
Cease: i just took a couple of tylenol arthritis for said knees. very hard to climb all the stairs in our house today
lily: and my back and what are you doing there on your knees lol
DJTween: Do you roll them first, Beet?
Beet: Actually 67
mahatma57: Owe
Cease: herbs are good
DJTween: sorry to hear, Cease :/
EWeston: You take herb's perscriptions?
Beet: I should try that
lily: herbage even
Nabby: Herp Albert?
Cease: most of the time it's not too bad.
Cease: i'm going to visit a guy named Bob Herb next month. what a name
EWeston: A long fan of the herbage, even under federal employment
lily: but when those lows go low makes my knees creak
mahatma57: Call me Bud..
Principalpoop: herb from w, ahh, wjok, wslx, ahh the tv show hehe
Cease: he won a major lottery and his using his new wealth to campaign for cannabis legalization here in BC
Nabby: This bud's for you
Principalpoop: wkop, wklp
DJTween: That's cool, Cease
BlueMoss: wat?
''Bob'': I hate it when I get a gerbil stuck in my tailpipe.
||||||||| 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 ArtiChoke disembarks at 9:14 PM.
mahatma57: Call me Herb..
lily: buds wiser
DJTween: hi Arti
Nabby: Arti
Principalpoop: yes, work your way up to hamsters
ArtiChoke: Howdee pardner
EWeston: They can rust out a muffler in nothing flat
Cease: my old friend lives in Terrrace, a few hundred miles north of Vancouver and he just started working for Bob Herb
mahatma57: Just don't call me "Lat for Supper"
Cease: I should return to Vancouver with some serious inspiration
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
Beet: Wecome Arti
Cease: latte for supper? you must be on a coffee diet
EWeston: Low fiber I bet
mahatma57: Stupidd Kbd..
Principalpoop: sorry doesn't feed the bulldog
ArtiChoke: Coffee diet? MORE SUGAR
BlueMoss: serious power
Nabby: Hey lily & maha & Bob
Cease: yeah that writing sounds a lot like Ted's talking.
shoes for the dead: i'll see your fiber and raise you some caffeine
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:16 PM, then departs.
Cease: HI El
Elayne: Evenin' all! Hey, where's Dex?
DJTween: Hey Elayne
lily: hey Nabby
Beet: It's Elayne! Howdy
Elayne: I came on here to chastise him. He's no fun, he fell right over and didn't log on!
Nabby: Hi Elayne
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: must have worse knees than me, el
EWeston: A helping of Mother Baker's Deep dish Sheepdip Cherry stone pie, in reply
||||||||| Ralph enters at 9:17 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: is that the fong of who you speak?
Elayne: Cat, your knees acting up again? Oh dear
Elayne: Indeed, PrinPoop.
DJTween: hi Ralph
EWeston: A bucktooth McSweeny I've heard
Nabby: Hi Ralph
Nabby: I believe in jackalopes
Cease: it may just be the cold day, El. but with the Escher-like stair way configuration in our house, its rather challenging.
EWeston: They find you unbelievable though
ArtiChoke: Believe in jakalopes? I raise em on my chnicilla farm
Elayne: Have you had frost, Cat? We had several places with frost warnings that really shouldn't be frosty this time of year.
Nabby: They find me unbelievable....
EWeston: Where do you get your nair gards?
Cease: a couple of years ago when my doc told me i had arthritic knees, i was reminded of what Jack Benny said when he won an award. "I don't deserve this award, but I have arthritis and I don't deserve that either."
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
DJTween: good one, Jack
''Bob'': Nair guards? Those sound useful. There are just some places you really don't want to get Nair...
shoes for the dead: how can they find you when you don't exist?
Nabby: Chinchillas are delicious
Nabby: Exactly shoes
EWeston: Maybe the do, maybe the butt lift, they are embarrassed to say
Cease: thermometer going up and down here like a crazy monkee
Nabby: It inly hurts when I laugh C
ArtiChoke: Depends on where you PUT that thermometer
Nabby: Or outly
EWeston: So those jackalope traps were a scam?
Cease: sounds like Colbert's "ad" for T Mobile last night, arti
Nabby: Dang Ew...dang
shoes for the dead: ya the only thing left in the trap was the horns
EWeston: I maybe able to write them off on tax's
lily: but when those horns are cooked right yum
EWeston: The fools exemption I think it is
ArtiChoke: Ahhhh the Jackalope Loohole
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pharmer - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ArtiChoke: the Plague !!
lily: natural tooth picks too
EWeston: Written by Louie Lopphole, well know bail bondsman
ArtiChoke: I was a bondbailsman on the Antelope Freeway
EWeston: long did you lay on the highway?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Stlouielou into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:27 PM, then departs.
Stlouielou: Hey now
shoes for the dead: lou!
Beet: howdy louie
lily: highway rubbery
EWeston: Sek the debils name and...
ArtiChoke: When it fell over, there was this bridge
Elayne: Hey Lou!
DJTween: Hi Louie
Nabby: Hey lou
Stlouielou: High everyone?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
EWeston: Never swallow a newly found bridge, you don't know where its been
Principalpoop: not me, got anything?
ArtiChoke: Or whose been riding on it !!
EWeston: Duct him some roadapple red
Nabby: High as a kite
DJTween: Heir Trigger hehe
ArtiChoke: Which way did he Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
shoes for the dead: Herr Trigger
EWeston: He went that away, then thisa way
ArtiChoke: Herr Trigger emigrated from Austria in the days of the astrolabe
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** David Ossman’s “Mark Time Guest Star bundle” at >> http://www.zbs.org/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=8_35&products_id=452
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Drip drip snore....
DJTween: cute jingle, eh?
ArtiChoke: I wanna chat. How can I be in two places at once, Catherwood ??
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to ArtiChoke and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
ArtiChoke: Stop slapping me !
shoes for the dead: time to stir up the NSA guy
DJTween: Catherwood, give yourself some rile
||||||||| Catherwood gives himself some rile.
Nabby: Yes Tween
lily: catherwood what are you doing there on all fours
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to lily and says "My ears are burning..."
EWeston: Here use these brass nukules
Beet: hello NSA guy
Nabby: Here mousie mousie
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Lil bounds in at 9:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Lil
ArtiChoke: I keep my copy in a barrel with my servants
Cease: Hi Lil
BlueMoss: your surrealism has given mr nsa a migraine... excellent work!
Lil: Hi Tweeny how are ya
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
DJTween: Doing good Lil, yourself?
Beet: Hello Lil
EWeston: Lile yow
Lil: Ahhhh, me finally got new puter
DJTween: Whadja get?
Beet: and spellcheck
Elayne: Excellent, a Lil and a Lily! Wish Lili were here
lily: tri lil
Elayne: But she and DocTec are off playing pool as usual, I suspect.
Cease: that's likely el
Lil: Dell SPX something or other...big memory, big space :-DDDDD
Lil: I have ears again
DJTween: sounds cool, Lil :)
Principalpoop: handy if you wear glasses
DJTween: new computer always brightens the mood
Lil: Very happy I am Tweeny
Cease: useful for listening to firesign, lil
Stlouielou: I need one BAD
DJTween: Win 8?
Lil: Ah so true DJ
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:38 PM and late as usual, it's Koyemsi, just back from Elmertown."
Beet: new stuff is always fun
Nabby: Koy
||||||||| 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: Hi Koy
Stlouielou: my POS XP is about to die
Lil: Nope didn't want it got Windows 7 Pro
Principalpoop: i am back on xp, 8.1 killed a hard drive
DJTween: Hey Cease, a fellow Canuck
||||||||| 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!"
Lil: Condolences Poopster
DJTween: Wow P :(
Koyemsi: She called herself Lil, but everyone knew her as Melanie Haber
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: supposed to be moving from xp to win 7 soon
Principalpoop: nancy i thought
DJTween: I know a lot of people who are sticking with XP, whether M$ is supporting it or not
lily: Susan Underhill
Lil: Audrey Farber
EWeston: I got vista, it works, so far
Principalpoop: bettyjo bilowoski
DJTween: ewwwwww, Vista
Stlouielou: I'm finding more and more sites are not working with it though
Lil: LOL
DJTween: I have heard _horrible_ things about Vista
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Betty Joe Beolosky has left the building
Elayne: Planned obscolescence, folks. Get with the program. Oh no wait, the program has just become obsolete, never mind.
Stlouielou: FB locks up a LOT!
Nabby: Those are her footprints right there
''Bob'': Linux never goes obsolete. Just sayin'. ;)
DJTween: You really should upgrade, EW. My tech friends would absolutely recommend it
EWeston: Its slow and xing an ad seems to give permission to open to the ad...arg
DJTween uses Ubuntu for the interwebs
DJTween: Linux rocks, and it's free
lily: as soon as you drive it off the lot Ralph
Stlouielou: beats an abacus I guess
DJTween: and it's sooo much safer than Windoze
Nabby: Goodbye Win XP
Stlouielou: I have no money and bad credit...I don't think they want anything from me
DJTween: M$ has officially stopped support for XP, but people will keep using it
Stlouielou: < Guitarist
EWeston: I'll put it on my list of things I'll procrastinate about
DJTween: kewl, Louie :)
Stlouielou: lol EW
Principalpoop: they updated IE on xp, hilarious
shoes for the dead: i think you can buy suppport from eurpoe, tween
Stlouielou: beats workin'...lol
DJTween: Yeah, they did
DJTween: true, Louie ;)
Lil: yep procrastination, that's how I roll
Principalpoop: ask a drummer for advice lou
Nabby: We're still running XP--my partner codes on an XP machine-though I'm running 7
Lil: I work at being poor
DJTween: It takes effort to do it well, eh Lil?
Nabby: A worthy pursuit
EWeston: I try, but the IRS doen't help
Stlouielou: drummer?...I hardley knew her
shoes for the dead: i don't have to work at it, Lil
Lil: indeed
Lil: I thought we were doing Bride tonight did I miss it?
Nabby: Ow!
DJTween: Changed my mind
Stlouielou: I prefer drum machines...you only have to punch the info in one time
Cease: y'all
Beet: he fell right over
Stlouielou: real drummers takes a few times
DJTween: I announced Bride yesterday, but then I remembered that Cease had reminded me that I hadn't played Power
DJTween: Not a lot of people know this album
Cease: Power is great.
Principalpoop: i meant to ask them for expert advice about having no money and bad credit...
Lil: Ah on your toes then Tween
Lil: No which one is it?
Principalpoop: which toe?
DJTween: Catherwood, tell Lil to get off my toes
||||||||| Catherwood gets off my toes.
Nabby: This little piggy
lily: pinky
Lil: no album lol
Stlouielou: things you never hear on the tour bus...we forgot the drummer wanna turn around?
||||||||| 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: lol
lily: weeeee
DJTween: lol Louie
Principalpoop: oh, the one that ran all the way home
EWeston: This toe is hammered!
Nabby: This little pinky
lily: that is callouse
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
EWeston: His eye is red
Lil: thanks mister
Nabby: But I don't understand
Lil: new shirts on the website?
EWeston: Its old red one eye!
Principalpoop: comprehend then
Lil: this album sounds great
shoes for the dead: this one has tolio
Lil: what year is it from
DJTween: Proctor, Bergman, and Proctor's wife Melinda
Principalpoop: who clubbed that toe?
DJTween: 1990
Nabby: Polio?
DJTween: it was a series they did for NRP
DJTween: *NPR
Lil: yep I got it
shoes for the dead: polio toes
Nabby: I think you were right the first time
Cease: and pete's girl friend
Lil: is somebody reprinting it or did we already have that conversation
EWeston: Polo toenails
DJTween: Phil and Melinda have been doing lots of stage acting recently
Principalpoop: Hind paw
DJTween: It's out of print at the moment
Nabby: P & M rule!
lily: manly pedi
DJTween: They want to make everything available again
Lil: I said that lol
Cease: for many many years, tween
Nabby: Who doesn't
EWeston: Hind paw inna a helicopter
DJTween: There's been talk of a HQ audio download store
DJTween: Would be an easy way to get make the material available
Lil: sweet but...
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ArtiChoke - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
''Bob'': FLAC
: listen to what they look like the devil made me do it
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'lily', just granted probation at 9:55 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: as it says in the banner, this is currently available as a series of free podcasts at the iTunes Store
shoes for the dead: yuppers Bob
Stlouielou: or a FT PONO player would also be cool
Lil: ahhh thanks for the download info Tweeny
''Bob'': Not that I didn't appreciate getting the Duke of Madness stuff in any form I could. :)
DJTween: Hi Lily
Nabby: Welcome back lily
Lil: haven't downloaded iTunes yet it's so damn huge
lily: got so hiccups here lol
Beet: benway
DJTween: Yeah, it is a resource hog, for sure
Nabby: boo!
Cease: benway returns
Stlouielou: I don't do Ianything
Cease: from their first album to this one
Lil: maybe I'll stick it on a flash drive instead
Principalpoop: is there an app for that?
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:59 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Koyemsi by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Nabby: 7pm pst
Lil: no but hum a few bars and I'll see if I can sing it
Principalpoop: hmmm hmmm hmmmmmmm hmmm
Lil: delightful Pooper
shoes for the dead: that 14th m was flat tho
EWeston: Hmmm Hmmm HHmmmm canary in a coal mine
Principalpoop: i lost my bucket, can't carry a tune
lily: its a sharp then a flat
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Luger P. Axehandle close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** David Ossman’s “Mark Time Guest Star bundle” at >> http://www.zbs.org/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=8_35&products_id=452
EWeston: Them a minus
Luger P. Axehandle: I'm the guy with the press pass!
DJTween: Hi Luger
Principalpoop: have a lager luger
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Nail Himm!!!
shoes for the dead: press those passes!
lily: quarter note to the fragarence
Lil: I'm a canary in a coalmine
||||||||| 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: Catherwood, give Luger a Shiner Bock
||||||||| Catherwood hands luger a shiner bock.
Lil: Can you sing Little Yellow Bird Pooper?
Luger P. Axehandle: I want a plane load of cash and all those broken treaties!
Principalpoop: no, but I can hum little green purse
Nabby: a hemi demi semi quaver in my v-voice
EWeston: I'm a gnome in a geod
Luger P. Axehandle: Sit down Raquel I'm not kidding!
Lil: that'll do
Stlouielou: I'm tring to stay out of treble
BlueMoss: alphabetically!
EWeston: Its another moment of high ratings
Nabby: This song is in D fart
shoes for the dead: and have plenty of rest, lou
Stlouielou: the saddest of all keys
lily: I smell ya
Luger P. Axehandle: The air has gone out of my shoes.
EWeston: Another methane rif?
Stlouielou: 4/4 say no more
Nabby: Gas music
Luger P. Axehandle: gas music from Jupiter!
||||||||| "10:08 PM? 10:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Governor Slugwell should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Governor Slugwell enters and sits on the couch.
Beet: Velly intellesting
Stlouielou: 2nd verse same as the first
lily: the most beautiful sound I ever heard
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Power is awesome
Principalpoop: john hokkenberry
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: In a queer key
Luger P. Axehandle: Tropical paradise?
''Bob'': Gotta run. Thanks, Tween!
Lil: AUUUGGGGHHHHH there's some bad info going around
||||||||| 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."
Nabby: Nice Tween
EWeston: On a pink tuba
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
lily: heft of his clef
Nabby: Stick this in your ear
Cease: well said, tween
Beet: Elayne begone
Nabby: All cows eat grass
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Principalpoop: they come they go
Stlouielou: If you knew Susie like I knew Susie
||||||||| 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: by el
EWeston: First take out the chain saw
Principalpoop: oh oh oh what a gal
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
lily: Oh I know Susie
Nabby: All cars eat gas--not
Lil: I miss Peter Bergman
Governor Slugwell: Rool up thine arm and bend over.
DJTween: true, Nabby
Stlouielou: I thought she was my pal...turns out she was everybody's gal
Governor Slugwell: Roll
Lil: And Al Feldstein just died
||||||||| 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: Yes, Peter is sorely missed
Nabby: whatagalwhatagalwhatagal
lily: oh shes a good time gal all the way
EWeston: All beans is gas, just different
Principalpoop: legs all the way up to her ass
lily: shes also losing her mind
DJTween: aren't we all...
EWeston: Options are?
lily: where else do legs go...
Governor Slugwell: Wyrd with a beard
Principalpoop: dementia means never having to say you're sorry
Nabby: Let's eat!
Stlouielou: over the shoulders
Cease: He was as prolific as Gary Trudeau and just as consistant.
lily: lol
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Dear Friends Broadcasts “THE HILERIO SPACEPIPE SHOW”- 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'
Stlouielou: MY prolific busted
Principalpoop: not by the hair on my chinny chin chin
lily: accidents happen
Lil: But I'm not sorry
EWeston: Put a Benghazi patch on it!
shoes for the dead: so does karma
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
Lil: Hey this album sounds like Us
Principalpoop: i am prochoicic
lily: ask for a prolific do over
shoes for the dead: all together now
DJTween: lol Lil
Principalpoop: all together now
Cease: sounds like a rural italian pasta dish, poop
Nabby: I cant find the one
lily: all together now
DJTween: This is a Let's Eat broadcast from 1972
EWeston: I'm anti cheezeburger, nearly unamerican
DJTween: and I need to correct the banner
Nabby: Oh there it is whew
Principalpoop: prochoicic ala marinara
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE HILERIO SPACEPIPE SHOW”- 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'
Stlouielou: I miss my Auntie Cheesburger
lily: no fries
EWeston: Release the kraken
DJTween: Duke of Madness Motors is a really fine collection, with lots of special additions like interviews from the era
Nabby: no flies?
Cease: the original name for the beatles: the silver beetles. that's what i heard them as first
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: Ill bet you do lou
lily: salty dogs back to feet
EWeston: We don't weigh them
Lil: I'm hungry
DJTween: Let's Eat!!
Nabby: Let's do!
shoes for the dead: i didn't know the era did interviews, Tween
Lil: Who? Er, what I mean
Stlouielou: Ramen noodles all around!
lily: peanut butter and jelly for all
Principalpoop: yum
EWeston: We got some tubs of slaw left, and right
Nabby: Do your thing
Lil: and a chocolate martooni
||||||||| "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!"
Cease: if its not round, it's not ramen
Principalpoop: dog time, brb
Nabby: or "yelly" as we say in MN
EWeston: Make sure the slaw is sober and consenting
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
lily: I goin ta Lils
Stlouielou: our band is MUCH bigger in Europe due to the metric system
Lil: Hey Pooper take mine out too willya
EWeston: G'by Lily
Cease: we are metric in canada, stlouie
Nabby: take care lily
lily: see ya next week and thanks
Stlouielou: Adios
DJTween: Bye Lily
Cease: by lily
shoes for the dead: by Lily
Nabby: yay
Stlouielou: I hate to see her go, but I love to see her walking away
Cease: keep on having birthdays, lily
Nabby: the big crater shopping center
Beet: C Ya Lily
Nabby: What C said
EWeston: By the litteler crater multiplucks
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Luger P. Axehandle - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dadsir2u inside, makes a note of the time (10:25 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Beet: Merl begone
shoes for the dead: they straighten chickens there EW
||||||||| Catherwood enters with uhClem close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Cease: hi clem
dadsir2u: I just thought I'd drop in and say hello. Hello
Cease: proc loves speaking russian
Nabby: uhclem
Lil: Catherwood keeps telling me to fuck off so I'm afraid to talk to him any more :-(
||||||||| Catherwood tellings Lil to fuck off so i'm afraid to talk to him any more -(.
EWeston: The advances we've made in chicken counsiling, leave me cluckless
DJTween: Hi Dad, Clem
Beet: what a chimp
Nabby: dadad
DJTween: you boys are just a tad late, like by an hour and a half ;)
Cease: shut the fuck up, catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Cease
EWeston: Your baiting him Lil
Lil: Hi late guys
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: lol Cease
Lil: Why is he hungry?
Lil: Thank you SO much Cease
Lil: You see, you see what he does? Grrrrr.
Beet: keepin it real
Lil: LOL Tween
Cease: We do what we can.
shoes for the dead: i can not can not see
EWeston: Till the last reel
Lil: Hehehehe
Lil: Of this vintage motion audio?
Beet: purdy
Stlouielou: wax cylinders
BlueMoss: high on vacuum
Beet: sux
Nabby: Expand into the all
EWeston: With a bullet
||||||||| dude steps in at 10:30 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Nabby: Yes he is
shoes for the dead: we are space
Governor Slugwell: Hey, open up in there, your doorknocker fell off..
DJTween: Hi dude
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: Hi dude
Beet: dude
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| dude says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, dude exits at 10:31 PM.
Nabby: Crystal kidneys?
||||||||| dude tiptoes in around 10:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Leaving us places to put things and places to move to
Cease: you newcomers missed Power, a great procter and bergman radio show
Beet: nice having you, dude
Governor Slugwell: Amen
shoes for the dead: i remember the duck!
dude: My car got stuck in the corn starch
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
dadsir2u: Man, you guys are sooo c-razy, Crazy,man,crazy
EWeston: Does he still smoke after...
Stlouielou: Yes we are the ginchy=est
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
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: How Mars Flys
Lil: I worship the Holy Goofy
Beet: Like Time
EWeston: Head first into the duct!
BlueMoss: oh blinding light oh light that blinds
BlueMoss: i cannot cannot see
shoes for the dead: oh light that blinds
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
BlueMoss: the suns behind the moons bright shine
||||||||| 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: *ducts*
Beet: donald duct
Lil: Ooops I tripped hahahaha
BlueMoss: who will look out for me
BlueMoss: lookout lookout the space hole tube
Cease: blue cross, moss
BlueMoss: to see the eye of god you know for sure hes wathcing you
BlueMoss: is lonely only child
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: his lonely only job
DJTween: or you'll end up like Mark Time
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Nabby: Or washing you
Stlouielou: Happy Birthday Lulu Roman
Cease: or else you're in the movie version of a pkd novel, eye in the sky
EWeston: Spelling?
shoes for the dead: no.hexing
EWeston: Hex polythongs at 60 cubits
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:36 PM, dragging Merlyn by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: wb Merlyn
Nabby: Hey Merlyn
Beet: Cather can be cruel
dadsir2u: Watch out for the butler, he's weird with a beard.
EWeston: Someone check his breath
Nabby: Great poetry
Stlouielou: smells like sh!t
||||||||| 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 listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Nabby: If the shit fits
EWeston: Chezh his breath then
Cease: merl is back
DJTween: btw folks, Shoes has been visiting my Sunday show on RFD. Would love to see you there as well :)
dadsir2u: ...but it's really great sh!t.
DJTween: www.dishnuts.net 6-8pm EST Sundays
Stlouielou: Sunday's I'm busy worshiping satan
Cease: that's a music show, right, tween?
DJTween: I also play FST
shoes for the dead: good tunes on RFD, since you can bring your own......
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: Attach a vacume pump to him
Cease: good for you, tween
DJTween: I read articles, take requests, whatever you like
DJTween: and skype is open here as well as on Sunday is anybody wants to talk :)
Lil: Got a link Tween?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
DJTween: *if anybody
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: hahaha Lily left already
DJTween: twice as dead
Lil: LOL
EWeston: This site can be like a briar patch when tying to exit
Beet: Fun night. Great job, Tween. G'Nite all.
Stlouielou: or a nicotine patch
Nabby: Crazed choice Tween!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween
Cease: Thanks again, Tween.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Nabby: Take care everyone & be groovy!
EWeston: By by beet, stay sweet
Stlouielou: wtfg tween
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Principalpoop: back and night all, have a super week
Lil: You are great Tween :-)
Principalpoop: 80+ in the house, nice outside
Stlouielou: stay off the pipe and don't forget to wipe!
Lil: night Pooper
DJTween: merci Lil :)
EWeston: Goodie show or sumpin much like
dadsir2u: My, my, look at the time.......Well you boys (and Bozoettes) fight it out among yourselves.
||||||||| EWeston is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:43 PM.
Principalpoop: ok ethel
||||||||| At 10:43 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, dadsir2u!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Around 10:43 PM, Principalpoop walks off into the sunset...
DJTween: a little earlier next time, Dad?
Merlyn: cya DJ, tanks agin
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 10:44 PM train to Minneapolis.
Cease: off we slide
DJTween: thanks to you as well Merlyn
||||||||| "Hey Cease!" ... Cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:44 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:44 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:44 PM, DJTween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| 10:45 PM -- Rufus_T_Firetween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EWeston - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Lil - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| dude - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BlueMoss - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:36 PM: Bosco Hearn jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
||||||||| At 11:47 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| 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 Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) falls out at 11:47 PM.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And here's a special "hello" to all our dear frieds in America. Flathead and I are now back in London after a most gay time in America.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And yes, Rocky and Happy, it was a splendid time we had with you both. We will be expecting a visit from you in London this Fall at the latest!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Happy, you are welcome to land your chopper on the roof of our flat -- provided that the Beatles aren't playing there when you land.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well Dear Freuds, a good night to you as Laurence Welk would have us to say.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:55 PM -- Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
ArtiChoke
Beet
BlueMoss
''Bob''

Cease
dadsir2u
DJTween
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Governor Slugwell
GovSlugwell
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Koyemsi
Lil
lily
Luger P. Axehandle
mahatma57
Merlyn
Nabby
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
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http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
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http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.zbs.org/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=8_35&products_id=452



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