A Firesign Chat
08/07/2014




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||||||||| 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 August 07, 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 Govslugwell disembarks at 7:44 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:00 PM and DJTweeny steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 8:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Govslugwell: "So, tell me copper, what brings your flat feet flapping around here?"
Govslugwell: I wanted to say that to the police officer hanging around the door of the library tonight but I didn't.
Govslugwell: one
Govslugwell: hand
Govslugwell: lapping
Govslugwell: oops clapping
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET - 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) **'
DJTweeny: Policemen do not have much of a sense of humor these days ;)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers lily into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:39 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
lily: evening tweel and gov
lily: made you into fabric
||||||||| Outside, the 8:40 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi late, glad you aren't :)
lily: catherwood plase hand me some tweel
||||||||| Catherwood gives lily some tweel.
DJTweeny: lol
DJTweeny: tweel has gotten expensive since the miner's strike
Govslugwell: This is no movie, this is tweel...
late: howdy
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Skating Music) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
lily: did they 49 it
Govslugwell: HOW-DEE, I'm just so PROUD to see yuh!
||||||||| 8:43 PM: tiny_doktor_tim jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTweeny: Does it make you proud to be a 'mericun?
lily: I am not goin in and puttin on makeup
DJTweeny: Hi tim
DJTweeny: and welcome Ireland :-)
Govslugwell: "A'mericun" feels REAL GOOD to say 'at right out loud.
Govslugwell: I'll be in Iceland come next Monday, on my way to Scotland.
DJTweeny: kewl
lily: take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
DJTweeny: lol
Govslugwell: I bought a long raincoat to cover my...
||||||||| "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!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead in through the front door at 8:46 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: I have only spent one day in Scotland
DJTweeny: rain?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Stlouielou into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:47 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hey Mud
DJTweeny: Hi louie
lily: cool kneecaps
Stlouielou: Hey everyone...no WAY was I gonna miss this one!
DJTweeny: Well, I managed to get at least one UK song into the set
Mudhead: hrrmph. im not getting my warm up music
Govslugwell: Profiles in Barbecue Sauce makes me Laff right out and sputter like Danny Thomas.
||||||||| 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 Jubal plummets into the garden at 8:48 PM.
DJTweeny: anyone else have trouble with the streams?
DJTweeny: Hi Jubal
Mudhead: soup for me Jubal
Jubal: Hiya DJTweeny
DJTweeny: streams look good here, Mud
Jubal: Nuts as well?
Mudhead: ok, fixed it
lily: soap on a cracker
DJTweeny: k
Govslugwell: There are meds for trouble with streams
Mudhead: needed a bigger hammer
DJTweeny: and that's important
lily: to flo or to flow not
Jubal: I've hrd of those Govslugwell
Govslugwell: Can't listen to the stream. Working at the library but closing soon.
lily: watch out for the bed o nails
DJTweeny: need some earphones, Gov
Govslugwell: and that's important!!!!!
Govslugwell: Imp
Govslugwell: port
Govslugwell: ant!
DJTweeny: an imp in every port?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and EWeston sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Govslugwell: All roads lead back to bozos.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
lily: I limp in every port
DJTweeny: lol
lily: get on the bus
Mudhead: its throbbing
Govslugwell: This is worker speaking...
EWeston: Evenin Tweeney, Lily, Mudster, and Luo, and all the skips at sea
Govslugwell: when they say see you out on the Funway
Stlouielou: Ols EW
Govslugwell: HIS is the Funway!
Govslugwell: THUS
Govslugwell: LY
Govslugwell: I meant THIS
EWeston: FunnyCar!
late: making movies
lily: hill lar reose
||||||||| mac cat tiptoes in around 8:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Walnut
lily: peekcan
Govslugwell: Pecans
lily: lol
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Wingflapper', just granted probation at 8:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Revisionist! Suits you.
Govslugwell: I'm PEAKING!!!!
DJTweeny: Hi Flapper
DJTweeny: Hey cat
Wingflapper: Hello
||||||||| Cat sneaks in around 8:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with squeeze_the_wheeze close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:56 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Cat: both of me are here
EWeston: How long have you felt like the captal of China.
lily: duck duck
EWeston: Hi to both of you then
squeeze_the_wheeze: how's tricks?
DJTweeny: Hi Wheeze
EWeston: Cooking nicely on the stove
DJTweeny: No tricks here, we're the real thing!
Cat: only treats here
lily: tasty treats
DJTweeny: many audio treats indeed
Cat: I look forward to hearing Proctor and Bergman's Roller Maidens
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 07, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
shoes for the dead: Howdy
EWeston: Dug your self out again um Shoes
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's P1970, just back from Billville."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Mr. Bark Bark waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mr. Bark Bark: "Why, who are you, old man?? And what have you done with my husband??"
Cat: wasn't that kennedy's boat?
shoes for the dead: who is he ? and how does he make his voice sound like that?
Mudhead: Got some experiences? Not with a roller maiden
Cat: 1974 tween
EWeston: Simonized him, check that shine.
Cat: austin really wanted to be a rock musician.
Cat: he certainly has the skills
Mudhead: Isnt this where I got my name?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts MobyD inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Holy Mudhead Mackeral
shoes for the dead: free bat rides
DJTweeny: What did I say, Cat?
DJTweeny: Hi Moby
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” - 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://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/phauromafrou.html'
MobyD: Hi, all.
EWeston: Waare the wacko with the harpoon
Cat: off by 20 years
Cat: hi moby
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
||||||||| Catherwood ushers jesus retardo in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi JR
Cat: the firesign had an old play called, in one iteration, Moby Budd
shoes for the dead: jjjjesus
EWeston: Is Tricky going to make it?
DJTweeny: Just in time for your song, JR
Cat: jesus has shown himself
shoes for the dead: with who?
Mr. Bark Bark: That was after his boy-band, "Un-Direction."
lily: cheeses
EWeston: Your TV
DJTweeny: Austin could easily have had a rock music career
Wingflapper: Isn't that Ethyl's kid?
Cat: he could have actually been in the Dead, instead of just writing a flick about them
EWeston: Would he have stopped Disco?
jesus retardo: Fried Chicken Insurance
shoes for the dead: sweet jesus stop for gas!
Cat: psychedelic country rock
DJTweeny: ** 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
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:06 PM, dragging kenlasalle by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
jesus retardo: if you're gonna gamble with the chicken
DJTweeny: Hi ken
lily: you can pass gas anywhere
Cat: with Vince Guaraldi on piano (he actually played some gigs with the Dead, was a good friend of Pig Pen)
DJTweeny: it's very good music
shoes for the dead: from the Tubes?
EWeston: You usually end up with a handfull of chicken feed
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
||||||||| synthman steals in around 9:08 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTweeny: Hi synthman
Cat: the tubes, zappa and austin could have put on a great show of comedy/music
DJTweeny: Hi MobyD, P1970
lily: weed all been lookin for it
shoes for the dead: yuppers cat
Stlouielou: oops
DJTweeny: Would have been cool, Cat
Mudhead: gosh i miss ya rip frank
||||||||| 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 the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
MobyD: I'm currently eating a pizza, no anchovies
||||||||| At 9:10 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Wingflapper!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTweeny: Do they deliver to your sector, MobyD?
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "not Ed should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as not Ed enters and sits on the couch.
DJTweeny: Hi Ed
shoes for the dead: hey not
EWeston: Hi inversedoppleganger
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTweeny: We've got your head
not Ed: I'm not Ed
lily: do see doe
EWeston: And He's not Joe
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hey P
EWeston: Poopers early
shoes for the dead: but he's poop
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
lily: I am not a lot of people
Cat: billions of people are neither
Cat: hi poop
Principalpoop: i am indeed the poop, who is not?
Mudhead: I'll say this once, hello all
not Ed: Hey Mudhead
EWeston: I have faith, in multiple idenity
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:13 PM and Beet sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: Howdy gang
Principalpoop: hey mudhead, marry anybody lately?
EWeston: Yow Beet
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Principalpoop: finally beet
shoes for the dead: hey Beet
Mudhead: yup, just last Sunday
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
Stlouielou: Damn I keep losing my connection to the room
EWeston: Keep the beat
Principalpoop: nice, near the whale tail, or head?
Stlouielou: here and ROCKIN'
lily: CONGRATULATIONS
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Johan Amadeus Myjetski in through the front door at 9:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: over by the whales tail
Cat: really, mud? good for you
Stlouielou: howdy Lily
shoes for the dead: keep your thumb on it, Lou
Principalpoop: I lose, I bet heads
Stlouielou: Cat and everyone I missed
Beet: EW, Cat Tween lily Mud Poop Louie et al Good Thursday evenin'
lily: hey lou
EWeston: Not the Welks tale?
Mudhead: Im gettin 1 or 2 every weekend
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
Principalpoop: miss our i
DJTweeny: Hi JAM
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
EWeston: I got him right in the I
lily: i before eeeeeeeeeeeee
EWeston: I can't hear youuuuu.
Principalpoop: except after pee
Mudhead: Funny incident, bride wanted a rehearsal fo just the bride and groom, I did the deed right then.
EWeston: DIY scatology
lily: fell asleep at the keyboard
shoes for the dead: studing scat?
EWeston: What does your forehead spell.
Principalpoop: was her maiden name magilicutty?
Stlouielou: My old lp of this is wore out...great one
lily: asdfgvcxz
MobyD: and she called herself Lil
Principalpoop: gesundheit lily
late: golly
Mudhead: I agreed with that she could do it right then, she wasnt having a public service. This worked out well
lily: poop it is to chuckle
EWeston: How incisive!
Principalpoop: a righteous justice of the peace, far out
Mudhead: We need some real justice
EWeston: Or a real hat
lily: or pot to piss in
shoes for the dead: Armenians
Stlouielou: lol
Mudhead: and a window to throw it out of
Principalpoop: i thought they did that with peyote but ok
EWeston: Defenstrate the Armenians!
Mudhead: that was all PS (Pre Sanitation)
Principalpoop: I'll be cholering you you
EWeston: Smelly times
Mudhead: well, the pot an the pee go down the same pipe nowadays
lily: gapeing holes
Principalpoop: looking for the olives?
EWeston: Capering moles?
Principalpoop: pimento, yes, pimento
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:24 PM and pinholeF200 steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| P1970 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| jesus retardo - dead from the yaws
||||||||| kenlasalle - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
lily: camping soles
Mudhead: Got my Cheez Whiz boy?
EWeston: Negotiable pemento, or not?
shoes for the dead: Pi mento
lily: a chicken belt
EWeston: This attached him to the aircraft
Principalpoop: then stop slapping me... beat the eagle off
Stlouielou: fried chiken insurance
Principalpoop: lickin
EWeston: That eagle is a goat
||||||||| 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!"
Mudhead: Austin made all this music?
Mr. Bark Bark: These songs are good!
Stlouielou: ghost goat
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
Principalpoop: foot tappin
Stlouielou: yeah some cool back up people on this album
||||||||| 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!"
Mr. Bark Bark: What does pork taste like?
EWeston: Well be ghost or goat, or both! I'll spirits need to goad my spirit on
lily: poop same thought
Beet: Great Christian songs
Rufus_T_Firetween: Mud, check out the liner notes:
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
Stlouielou: thanks tween
Principalpoop: don't you step on my blue goat shoes
lily: thanks tween
Stlouielou: lol
pinholeF200: You can call Jesus on the 900 number in Plano
lily: blue goat mostly bloat
shoes for the dead: still tastes like pork
EWeston: We're having Woodystock on the weekend of the 23rd near Hood Canal if anyones about and free
Stlouielou: goateokee!
Principalpoop: major bloat in gravity's rainblow
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
MobyD: Lesley Gore on background vocals?
pinholeF200: Can I weight in the sitting room?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: No, that's Petula Clark
Stlouielou: yup and photogropher Henry Diltz on banjo
lily: ha ha
EWeston: Genral Bloat under the desk with his secratary
lily: Ms Sucitup
shoes for the dead: they're diluted
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: This stinking desert
Mr. Bark Bark: Sometimes Jesus doesn't want to be found.
EWeston: Blood thinned fershur
Principalpoop: downtown, something something, down town
lily: carkey
Cat: austin seems fascinated by the desert
shoes for the dead: jesus? he's gone
Mr. Bark Bark: Lower production values.
lily: don't sleep on anything
Principalpoop: juicy and ethel
EWeston: He's been materializing all evening
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: All 3 major world religions originated in deserts. Where human life is cheap.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Mr. Bark Bark: Life's pretty cheap to their kind, Janet.
Principalpoop: i like desserts
Beet: and hot
lily: fodder
Cat: i thought hinduism was water-based
EWeston: Hot gums, er guns
Principalpoop: maybe not cheap, but reasonably priced
lily: butt gum
shoes for the dead: pass the lord...
Cat: very surreal places
EWeston: Seals the butt whistles
MobyD: and praise the ammunition!
Mr. Bark Bark: That's anaphibian-baptists.
Beet: Indian religions count for less over here. Ans they don't have any oil.
Principalpoop: in 1814 we took a little stroll
lily: the potatoes are still warm
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: LOL!
pinholeF200: Looking for a surreal estate agent
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: So reet, Beet!
Mr. Bark Bark: Just ask the old doctor here!
shoes for the dead: just ghee
Principalpoop: harry christmas
lily: balloon babies
EWeston: Neet Chritmas
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: That's Hari Christmas, ain't it?
Stlouielou: Rasin' up them goats
pinholeF200: Jesus speaks English pretty well as a second language
Principalpoop: or whatever his name is
Beet: Imagine picking up the phone and talking to Jesus. Jesus!
lily: hold back on the glitter
||||||||| "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: Brother of Blighty Chrixtmas
shoes for the dead: had 'em two feet high
||||||||| Outside, the 9:37 PM crosstown bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving Clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi Clem
Principalpoop: what if God was just another smuck on the bus? la di dah
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Just like one of us, bozos
EWeston: Gooodddd...is on vacation
Beet: not in that outfit
lily: headed to be a crafty cog
Mudhead: I keep getting a busy signal
Stlouielou: lol nino has me in KC at least they got the state right this time
Mudhead: I'll put the call waiting on
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:38 PM and late as usual, it's Liver, just back from Hellmouth."
EWeston: We need more crafty cogs
Liver: howdy!
Liver: Where's the music?
EWeston: Let me go liver
Principalpoop: speaking of crafty cogs
DJTweeny: Nino's powers of predilection are not always terribly accurate
Stlouielou: Liver
DJTweeny: Hi Liver
lily: in my head
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
Stlouielou: link at the top
Principalpoop: in my feets
Beet: and psirosis to you too
Liver: uh-oh
EWeston: My big toes tappin
Liver: Time to listen!
DJTweeny: Si-rosis lol, I like it
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| synthman - dead from The Plague
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Jubal - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| tiny_doktor_tim - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
lily: seborria
shoes for the dead: the inandout dance
Principalpoop: vocabulary collage
EWeston: Put a hat on it
Liver: My seborria!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: HAven't got time for the ol' in-out, I'm just here to read the meter...
EWeston: She's cheating on you
pinholeF200: Transvestites......eat, drink and be Mary
lily: has the meter got cogs
lily: hats off
DJTweeny: lol pinhole
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Yes, Pin!
shoes for the dead: no, but it has a beat
Liver: if you get my drift
EWeston: I seen her deal a high priestes from the bottom of the deck
Stlouielou: and it's easy to dance to
lily: drift clogs
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: The dance! Do the dance!
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pinholeF200: The goat dance?
EWeston: In clogs with taps!
Principalpoop: Would I? Would I?
Beet: Tricky Dick again
Stlouielou: the Bovine stomp
Liver: i remember
Liver: i remember
lily: ew lol
Liver: i remember
shoes for the dead: no, it's glass
EWeston: I've been bad and I know it
Liver: they had a swimming pool
||||||||| 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!"
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Say yes to mean yes.
Beet: Hello to NSA guy
shoes for the dead: cows with guns
Principalpoop: ok
lily: good tiding to the the NSA Person of the week
Stlouielou: they are coming for ted nugent
EWeston: Chickens in choppers
pinholeF200: EW doesn't count unless everybody knows you been bad
lily: chicks with crops
EWeston: Film at eleven
Stlouielou: Goats with Guns
Liver: I havew not heard Roller before and I have no frame of reference to refer from
Principalpoop: lads with nads
DJTweeny: Nick Exxon
shoes for the dead: black leather fun
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Be have
Stlouielou: just refer to your reffer
Stlouielou: reefer
lily: you have been a bad chicken
shoes for the dead: can litttle jesus suffer so
Liver: I'll return [AI Version]
EWeston: See have, getta ticket, and a shot
Stlouielou: all chcken is bad
Principalpoop: jeff beck and jan hammer, live
DJTweeny hopes the chicken he is about to bake will not be bad
EWeston: Too much fowl play you say?
DJTweeny: Beck/Hammer Live is awesome
pinholeF200: Love chicken pot pie
Principalpoop: who gets the giblets?
lily: foul whipper snapper
shoes for the dead: how much pot do you use?
Beet: I don't give a cluck
DJTweeny: lol
Stlouielou: Jeff beck puts drumsticks on his dashboard so he can park in the handicapped spaces
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: you use 2 pot
EWeston: The goblet carrier
DJTweeny: Chicken Pot Pie, a new Colorado specialty
EWeston: I do a mean poulty chili
Principalpoop: 1974 oh my
Mudhead: Lets all go to the lobby
Cat: ive had a craving for chicken noodle soup of late
Cat: that's me
lily: 74 good year
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Inner mission & goulashes
DJTweeny: yeah, it was
pinholeF200: Learned to didah at Morse Science High, Class of 69
EWeston: For bar scotch
DJTweeny: Pat Moraz playing Relayer with Yes
Mr. Bark Bark: Noodle soup latte? You've got the wrong man.
MobyD: nicken soodle choup?
Principalpoop: 40 years, seems like 4 decades
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: LOL, Moby!
lily: is that all
EWeston: Time is doing thing behind your back
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Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Gotta let my dog walk me around the boock L8r!
Principalpoop: i will give time 20 minutes to stop that
Principalpoop: a+ jam
Mr. Bark Bark: Just stay out of trouble, boy. Your shenanigans could cost me this election.
EWeston: Thing is not easy to seduce
lily: as sharp as a dinasour
||||||||| 9:51 PM: nobody jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTweeny: Hi nobody
EWeston: Lemon or lime dinasour
Mr. Bark Bark: Hi, Knowbody!
Principalpoop: tutti fruti
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
lily: poor nobody has no body
Beet: Do Muslims have dandruff?
Stlouielou: Brontasaurs burgers....mmmmm
Principalpoop: I ain't got nobody
EWeston: I checked, nobodies here
nobody: hi everybody!
nobody: Did I miss roller maidens?
Stlouielou: Si~...it's over
DJTweeny: Yep, nobody :/
EWeston: Is that everybody or his brother
shoes for the dead: i'm only one body
lily: each portion is flavored for you delight
MobyD: Yes, your aim is terrible.
Cat: this is from a series of shows i did called Freetime with the Catman.
DJTweeny: show starts at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music around 8;45
Stlouielou: ribbed for her pleasure
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: i grouped the shows into a series on a theme, a set as it were.
nobody: oh no... roller maidens is one of my favorite albums, I'm sorry I missed it
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Cat Ishikawa’s “ROCKET BOZOS Collage #3” - 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 - Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php **'
DJTweeny: Yeah, great album
Principalpoop: are you drunk?
Cat: the Bozos album was inspired by Bozo and his Rocket Ship, a series of books/records from the 50s
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
Stlouielou: Mine too Nobody...I got here EARLY for this one
lily: with the air and the sky and sea
nobody: I actually transcribed it back in the day
EWeston: The whole show repeats on my system nobody
Cat: so this is bozo in his rocket ship visiting various countries, just like those recoreds from the 50s
DJTweeny: nobody, have you Friended FST on Facebook so you get the announcements?
nobody: it would have been fun to listen to with everyone
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Cat: a great recent interview with proctor who is way into remembering his past these days
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Liver - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr. Bark Bark: It was a religious experience!
Stlouielou: Regular and Ethyl classic
pinholeF200: nobody, do you know noone?
Principalpoop: juicy and ethet and jesus and little rikardo
nobody: I do follow on facebook but had unplugged everything for the storm
Mr. Bark Bark: Speak English, Alverado!
nobody: Jesus, it's Je-Je-JESUS!
EWeston: An Johnny Fresno, that armenian devil
lily: I was here a daay early once
Stlouielou: That ain't red gravy...it's called marajuana sauce
Beet: that's a long wait
Principalpoop: a day early and an dollar over the line
shoes for the dead: Panama res sauce
lily: one step under the wire
shoes for the dead: red
lily: beet lol
Mr. Bark Bark: I don't care if his name is JESUS Retardo, I want him OUT of here!
Principalpoop: sweet jesus at the bus station
EWeston: And one giant leap for all sinus kind
shoes for the dead: yes yes
lily: off factory
Cat: makes a great topping for a cheeseburger
pinholeF200: yessssss yesssssss
Beet: I lived in Andalusia for awhile
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
nobody: lol
Cat: whereabouts, beet?
MobyD: this always makes me sleezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
Beet: and it was just like that
Stlouielou: GOAATN ...goats of america against Ted Nugent
EWeston: All home grown by froggy nieghbors
pinholeF200: all perfumed......
Principalpoop: dog, back later
Beet: Rota, Spain
EWeston: Arf
DJTweeny: lol louie
DJTweeny: Nugent is quite the nut case
shoes for the dead: any jung man
Cat: i dont know where that is, beet.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: That goat can shred
||||||||| 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."
Beet: Near Cadiz
pinholeF200: Saw Ted in 1969, he was a jerkoff even then....
Stlouielou: Yeah I think all that "Indians are not real people" bit him in the ass this time
lily: all man
EWeston: Read on the Andelusion empire, quite a story
DJTweeny: Cat, have you given the folks the link to your web site?
Mr. Bark Bark: Brave as a right-wing draft dodger...
Cat: ive been to barcelona, madrid, toledo, granada, cordoba
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: Yeah louie, I couldn't believe he said that about native americans
lily: all Dick no brain
Stlouielou: I've been everywhere man....
pinholeF200: Child molester too
EWeston: Who calls for violence regularly, against targets that can't fight back
Beet: did you go to the Alhambra? Amazing
Cat: which web site, tween? http://www.seemreal.com/
Stlouielou: I never did like cocaine...but I sure did love the smell
Cat: yes, the mosquey thing in cordoba too
Cat: lol louie
Beet: I drink Coca(Cola) every day
DJTweeny: Yeah Cat, the one with your plays
Cat: one more city whose name i've forgotten. big city, used to be capital
MobyD: Deputy Dan has no friends!
DJTweeny: lol louie
Stlouielou: bookmarked...will check it later thanks cat
EWeston: Give up on the malted battery acid then?
Cat: next time i want to go to the basque country
lily: and snoke abbs eat trans fats
||||||||| ron bounds in at 10:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi ron
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
Stlouielou: market basquet
EWeston: The abbs are doomed
ron: Hey!
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
Beet: I would like to go there too
lily: oh smoke and ugh
Cat: there is a lot of firesign input in the plays. austin is in 3 of them
Beet: Hi Nab
Cat: phil and melinda, orson and david in others
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Cat: hi nappy
Stlouielou: Nice cat I iwill def check them out
Nabby: Hi Tweeny and Beet
EWeston: Hey nab, an ron
Nabby: Hey shoes and Cat
nobody: hi nabby
Nabby: Hey EW
Nabby: nobody!
Cat: austin does a great job as Neal Cassady in Neal Amid. Even Neal's son and most famous wife liked his performance
nobody: Does Deputy Dan have any enemies?
lily: gottaa go Beet Cat DJTweeny EWeston MobyD Mr. Bark Bark Nabby pinholeF200 ron shoes for the dead Stlouielou
Nabby: hi lily
DJTweeny: ** Next week, Giant Rat and the unreleased 2005 London show
Mudhead: gnite lilly
Stlouielou: AMF Lily
DJTweeny: bye lily
Nabby: sweet Tween
Cat: see you next week, lily
lily: typing is outta comtrol
Beet: have a nice evening, dear lily
pinholeF200: see you, lily
EWeston: Good evening Lily see you nexter
shoes for the dead: by lily
Nabby: night night lily
Cat: they did a great job of that london show
Mr. Bark Bark: Bring the war back home, Lily!
Cat: i think orson was going to school in london in those days
MobyD: Adidas, lily
lily: till we meat again have faith in cheeses
EWeston: And get those goats out of there
Cat: el mouse was austin's VW
Stlouielou: lol
||||||||| 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."
Mr. Bark Bark: But only the holey cheeses.
Beet: Mariachis Unite!
pinholeF200: with cheeses I can experience salivation
Nabby: cheese is life
Stlouielou: cheesus was a soul man
EWeston: Cymbol players collide!
shoes for the dead: foot passes
Mudhead: easy cheeses, in the spray can
Beet: I laughes at that pinhole
EWeston: Holy Velveeta!
||||||||| 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: slurpy
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: cheddar is better
Nabby: pay clepper?
Stlouielou: Velveeta!...get yo' ass back in here
EWeston: This limberger is condemed
Beet: can't beet Feta
shoes for the dead: two dollars
Nabby: It's a bit runny
Mr. Bark Bark: What are you trying to do, BUY your way out of these proceedings?
Nabby: Hey StLL
EWeston: does the 100yds in 10 sec
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: Hey Nabbster
nobody: next week is giant rat?
EWeston: A lead filled tomatoe, how sweet
shoes for the dead: el lancero
DJTweeny: yes nobody
nobody: awesome thanks, hope to make it then
nobody: have a great night everyone
DJTweeny: and an unreleased concert in London from 2005
pinholeF200: giant rat sinatra
nobody: sweet!
DJTweeny: 'an evening in jolly old England'
||||||||| 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!"
Stlouielou: come early, stay late...like I treat my ladies
EWeston: He was hiding in the rats's eye
Beet: that could hurt
Mr. Bark Bark: Heh heh heh
Nabby: Franky Rat
nobody: whose behind IS the giant rat of sumatra?
pinholeF200: you may remember her as Nancy
EWeston: Dino,Sammy, and Nino Rat
Beet: polumbra?
Stlouielou: her name was Mcgill
Mr. Bark Bark: Nick Palumbra, wasn't he the singer who died in a freak gunshot mishap?
shoes for the dead: brother rat pack
EWeston: She worked as a concrete lampost
Nabby: what is a pulumbra polombra?
shoes for the dead: it was hidden in a pumpkin, Bark
Stlouielou: I pulled my limbra once...OUCH!
EWeston: A support garmet for polo?
Beet: a sledgehammer head IN a sledgehammer head
Nabby: yow
Cat: Sevilla! That's it. beautiful city, great tapas
shoes for the dead: sounds like big bras, Nab
Beet: Sevilla my favorite city
EWeston: Collapsed matter, a heavy subject
Stlouielou: spinal tapas
EWeston: Shin tabbers
Nabby: yowagga
Nabby: Tin Shabbers
MobyD: Zazu, that's the Pitts. I remember her!
Nabby: She was swell
EWeston: The pain bordom and selfdefence center
Beet: Cool city is Jerez where they make all of the Spanish Sherry in the world
Stlouielou: I was in the Jakie Masons
Mr. Bark Bark: Till they took his wife.
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, that was the Chubby Checkers.
Cat: did you go to portugal? we also enjoyed that country
EWeston: We're now using funny foam as a questionable mortar
DJTweeny: Cat, is this from the new Radio Free Oz series?
Beet: I really wanted to but didn't get the opportunity
Cat: no this is from bergman's podcast
Nabby: is it
DJTweeny: not the Oz podcast?
Mr. Bark Bark: You can use a questionable mortar, if you have an existential pestle.
Nabby: Missed a few but only a few
Cat: yes, from bergman's last days
DJTweeny: wow
pinholeF200: Think you ought to leave it out
Cat: oh that's what you meant, tween. there are so many radio free oz's
Nabby: I do remember this now
Beet: I don't think there are starving Chinese anymore
Nabby: Zactly Beet
EWeston: If it decides its not real today, ain'y no mortar movin today
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Cat: it was a riff, beet.
shoes for the dead: they're all in Korea beet
Nabby: loved the poetry parts from DO
||||||||| 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."
Mr. Bark Bark: It's a bowl that's never full, except of emptiness.
Cat: that is a reference to bergman announcing the chinese communists had taken over his school on the high school radio station. got him kicked off
Nabby: the empty fullness of it all
Mr. Bark Bark: How funny
shoes for the dead: sqweeeee
Cat: so did ossman, nab
Beet: all the starving are in Korea?
Nabby: I'm starving
Mr. Bark Bark: You're only as good as the radio you get kicked out of.
Nabby: Cool Cat
Stlouielou: that's why we sent them Dennis Rodman
Cat: NORTH
Nabby: the love comes through
Stlouielou: "Fluck you Has Bliks".....Mr. Ronrey
DJTweeny: from Men In Black - "Dennis Rodman is an alien? Not much of a disguise..."
Beet: the benefit of rebounding a basketball
Cat: i went through all their work i could find and collected all the refs i could find to mexico, china and then russia, the last bozo destinaiton
Nabby: be careful what u sniffe
Cat: considering how much of their stuff is on line, anybody could do this
DJTweeny: great themes, Cat
Nabby: I like it Cat it rolls
Beet: loose plegm
DJTweeny: What Cat says is true folks. If you want to put some Firesign stuff together, we'll play it
Beet: that's "phlegm" sorry
Mr. Bark Bark: He's speaking Phlegmish.
||||||||| 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: plegm is thicker
MobyD: Ah, Phlegm
shoes for the dead: cough it up
Beet: ticker
Cat: today is the anniversary of the Mother's of Invention's Just Another Band from LA
Mr. Bark Bark: Here's a quarter.
Nabby: hork a loogie
EWeston: Is there a regional accent at work here?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| nobody - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| lily - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| ron - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: To celebrate, I finally finished my collage of Billy the Mountain with a bunch of Firesign stuff.
Stlouielou: going to see flo & eddie saturday night here
Cat: this piece is from their XM show
Cat: yes theyre touring again
Nabby: hey that's great
Stlouielou: won tickets from a radio station
Mr. Bark Bark: Excellent
Nabby: excellent StLL
Cat: i was in the audience at UCLA when that album was recorded. I thought Billy was very Firesonian
DJTweeny: cool, louie
Cat: good for you, lou
Nabby: I got a rock
Stlouielou: beats workin'...lol
Nabby: who am us anyway?
Stlouielou: the mud sharks
Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not afraid of it!
Nabby: Can I be a mud shark
shoes for the dead: do the mud shark
Nabby: heaven = hamburger
Stlouielou: only if you rub an ebchilada on a donkeys ass Nabby
Nabby: sweet StLL
EWeston: Recombinate DNA therapy can be such a tool
pinholeF200: cheep, cheep, cheep, no Coke Petsi
Stlouielou: Hello I must be going...until next time everyone as we say in old mexico city...AMF
Cat: heeeeer's Tweeny
DJTweeny: From my Proctor interview!
shoes for the dead: a cunning linguist
Nabby: Hey you be good StLL
Cat: by lou
Mr. Bark Bark: I'll stay a week or two/ I'll stay the summer too/ But I really must be going...
EWeston: Pull!...Kaboom! see yah Lou
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Stlouielou: will check your site tomorrow cat
pinholeF200: bye louie
Beet: see ya louie
Cat: it'll still be there, lou
Nabby: All hail Marx
shoes for the dead: by lou
EWeston: Hail and rain forever!
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: This entire interview is available in the Firesign podcasts
DJTweeny: 10/2013
Nabby: Firespies
DJTweeny: The Firesign Theatre working for Hoover. Now that would be ironic
Nabby: I just bought one!
Nabby: It sucks.
EWeston: Gotta go fun time, and fun tines to all
pinholeF200: Sucks!
Nabby: Night night EW
Cat: you too, ew
shoes for the dead: by EW
pinholeF200: et tu EW
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: Next time EW
||||||||| "10:38 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
DJTweeny: Great way to end it. 'Things have been weird in this country for a long time too' lol
Nabby: Love the balkalikala
MobyD: Well, I'm off to be the wizard. I'll head off to the Funway, which is already in progress.
Cat: Proc sure loves to sing.
Nabby: Take care Moby
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| not Ed - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: good luck with wizardry, moby
shoes for the dead: marxist mammaries
MobyD: I would, Nabby, but they won't send me the packages!
Nabby: huge tracts of land
Nabby: darn it!
Beet: Night Moby
||||||||| MobyD leaves at 10:41 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..."
Nabby: When I was a kiddo I thought PP was speaking "gag Russian"
shoes for the dead: and here we are
pinholeF200: Off to watch Real Whorewives of New Jersey
Cat: new whores of real jersey?
Nabby: a little twisty maze of passages
Beet: observing Kardashians. Imagine
Nabby: Vulgar boatmen
Cat: would have made a good hobbit
Beet: Mushrooms! That explains it
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: hunting mushrooms with a shotgun
Nabby: Beet it does
Nabby: haunted mushrooms in a blanket
Beet: a scoop of crunchy horns please
||||||||| 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: Slow Cow Cheese
||||||||| 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."
Cat: that's me
Nabby: Sure is
shoes for the dead: good one Cat!!
Nabby: nice compilation
Cat: a little plug for the chat
late: who am us?
late: great comp. cat, thanks very much for doing that
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Beet: Thanks for a very entertaining evening everyone. Thanks again Tween for all you do. Nite.
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween
Mr. Bark Bark: G'night, Rocky!
Cat: it really is a lot of fun to immerse yourself in firesign stuff and put together collages like that
Nabby: thanks Merlin & Cat & Tween!
Nabby: We appreciate it Cat
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Cat: thanks
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
late: evening citizens
Nabby: Gnight and fer cripes sake stay groovy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Beet: Yes, thanks Cat. Great compilation.
Mudhead: gnite all
||||||||| "Hey Mudhead!" ... Mudhead turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Cat: Next week
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from measles
||||||||| EWeston - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Cat departs at 10:55 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:55 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| At 10:55 PM, DJTweeny vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| mac cat - dead from measles
||||||||| late - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Cat
DJTweeny
EWeston
Govslugwell
jesus retardo
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
Jubal
late
lily
Liver
MobyD
Mr. Bark Bark
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http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/phauromafrou.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
http://www.seemreal.com/



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