A Firesign Chat
08/14/2014




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 August 14, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 7:23 AM, dragging Demands by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
||||||||| It's 7:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Demands - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:48 AM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 10:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:41 AM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| It's 11:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "7:47 PM? 7:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTweeny enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| 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 falls out at 7:48 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| folman(person steals in around 8:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Mudhead', just granted probation at 8:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'folman(person)', just granted probation at 8:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. A special Robin Williams warm-up set will start around 8:27pmET this evening- 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) **'
folman(person): no distance gained, none lost
DJTweeny: Hi folman, Mudhead
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Dr. Memory', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:09 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Hi Dr. Memory
DJTweeny: 17 minutes to the Robin Williams set
DJTweeny: but you can go ahead and get connected to the stream
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Isaac in through the front door at 8:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
DJTweeny: Hi late, Issac
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:16 PM, dragging CE by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
late: howdy
||||||||| barefoot enters at 8:16 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTweeny: Hi CE
DJTweeny: Hi barefoot
CE: Sgt Sphincter of the dirt patrol here.
CE: Arrived from W2XMN in Alpine on the FM
barefoot: Greetings all, good to be here
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'L_Kelraith', just granted probation at 8:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Hi LK
Mudhead: hello all
||||||||| BrianThatIsCalledBrian tiptoes in around 8:19 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
L_Kelraith: Ello
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: G'day
DJTweeny: Hi Brian
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: trying to connect to the stream now...
Mudhead: not up til 8:27
DJTweeny: my system tells me they're both up and running
DJTweeny: no Mud, look at the banner
DJTweeny: the stream are up, no audio yet
Mudhead: nothin yet here
DJTweeny: yes, no audio!
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Yup, it's running, but very quietly right now
DJTweeny: that's what it says! lol
CE: Nothing hr
DJTweeny: no sound until 8:27pmET ;)
DJTweeny: 5 minutes
DJTweeny: just giving everyone a chance to get connected
||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Isaac - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Dr. Memory - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| folman(person) - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:25 PM and late as usual, it's Kooky Moo, just back from Funfun Town."
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: A little coke for me, I hear it comes in bottles over here. Ah, yes!
DJTweeny: Hi Kooky
Mudhead: three freight cars of coke if you please
CE: I am new here-I have listened to FS since I was 14. I am now 50-Thanks for all the 1st rate programming.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers dude into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:26 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi dude
CE: Hey
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Way to go, CE! I am new here too, 45 and been listening since I was 15 or 16
dude: I've made it
DJTweeny: Firesign rocks :)
Mudhead: velcommen ya?
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Dude, we're glad.
CE: I was in the far reaches of the Earth and I was saved by Porgie and Mudhead.
DJTweeny: Robin is talking :)
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Robin!
L_Kelraith )
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Robin Williams Memorial Set from his LIVE IN 2002 album - 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) **'
DJTweeny: ** For those of you who don't know, typing a ':' (colon) in this chat has the same effect as typing '/me' in an IRC chat
||||||||| "8:29 PM? 8:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "captain_kirk should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as captain_kirk enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny: Hi captain
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
CE: This is classic!
DJTweeny: it's a great album ;)
Mudhead: Catherwood get drinks for everyone
||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for everyone.
||||||||| "8:31 PM? 8:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Meb should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Meb enters and sits at the bar.
Mudhead: Tip yur glass fur Robin m8s
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Wow, this is good! How did he not get the Shrek role? Blows Mike Myers away
DJTweeny: Hi Meb
Rufus_T_Firetween: Robin Williams - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Williams
DJTweeny: He had an amazing career
||||||||| 8:33 PM: pinholeF200 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTweeny: Excellent stand-up was only the beginning of his talents
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
pinholeF200: Hit computer with a hammer, now working. Howdy all
DJTweeny: lol
CE: Fuck it all
DJTweeny: "You'll need a crowbar (bang!) a crew Mark"
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Somebody must be crossing my stream here; lots of silence now...
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hi pinhole
late: 'reality what a concept' came out when i was in school, we were blown away - so manic
pinholeF200: Yo Brian
DJTweeny: stream's good, Brian
DJTweeny: Yeah, I have the vinyl, late :)
CE: Robin is on of the Elect-I am very impressed at this-Thanks!
DJTweeny: I have always loved his work :)
CE: I really needed to hear him. It all comes together...
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from the common cold
||||||||| folman(person - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Back. Thanks, had to refresh
late: http://www.wtfpod.com/podcast/episodes/remembering_robin_williams
pinholeF200: Just hit pause, that refreshes
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies jeff25 into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:41 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi jeff
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Robin Williams - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Williams
||||||||| Catherwood enters with squeeze_the_wheeze close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze
||||||||| 8:45 PM: lamar jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
CE: OMFG!
DJTweeny: Hi lamar
CE: Brilliant
||||||||| 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 SnorkyBoy plummets into the garden at 8:46 PM.
SnorkyBoy: .
lamar: hi
||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM crosstown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving jesus retardo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "8:46 PM? I'm late!" exclaims SnorkyBoy, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
DJTweeny: Hi JR
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hey Squeeze, jeff and lamar!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
DJTweeny: this bit is great
squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy all ...here we are again...i ready for action,
CE: el kayda
Mudhead: Al kay Dahs used cars
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: forgot about John Ashcroft...
||||||||| Dexter Fong sashays in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
pinholeF200: I had tried to forget Ashcroft
CE: Franklinlite in NJ?
DJTweeny: Quite a piece of work
CE: Missouri
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
pinholeF200: Ah, Missouri, the Police State
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'brilliantatbreakfast', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
brilliantatbreakfast: Hi everyone.
DJTweeny: Hi breakfast
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Liver', just granted probation at 8:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
brilliantatbreakfast: I was told that I might find someone here who would be interested in some firesign albums on vinyl.
||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:54 PM, then departs.
Liver: howdy!
EWeston: Evin Tweeny. Ugyly group of iconoclast's in this evening
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| jeff25 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Meb - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Hi EW
DJTweeny: Hi Liver, barefoot
Dexter Fong: Hi tweeny and otghers too
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and Scoot steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi Scoot
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
Liver: Robin's in rare form tonight! (Miss you brother. :-( )
EWeston: They're already dropping like unwieghed flies
Dexter Fong: b> Tweeny, the audio is dropping in and out...any thoughts
DJTweeny: let me take a listen
EWeston: Hi Dex
Liver: Fong? Do you EE??
DJTweeny: my stream playback sounds ok
DJTweeny: anyone else hear skipping?
DJTweeny: might be your connection, Dex
late: 5x5 here
Liver: mine sounds OK 2
pinholeF200: Good here
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and lily bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
EWeston: I'm ok, though the first couple tries at a comment got waylaid.
Liver: I like grapes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
lily: Hi every bod
pinholeF200: Hi lily, how are things at your pad?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 14, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
EWeston: Lily, how do you feel about grapes
||||||||| 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 half hour!"
lily: b> tween good to type ya
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Liver: hahaha @ Robin!
lily: ribbitt
Mudhead: youuuu rang?
EWeston: Don't devolve on us!
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Nabby: *insert here*
EWeston: Mud and shoes, we're good to go
Nabby: Look at all de firepeople
Mudhead: where?
lily: move over the pillows too small
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Liver: that's good to goo isn't it?
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
||||||||| Mim sneaks in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: To perilidition, and points beyond
DJTweeny: Hi Mim
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Hey shoes Hey Tween
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
Beet: Good evening all. Happy Thurs
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Paisley again in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Liver: Bak atcha!
Nabby: Hi Beet
shoes for the dead: Beet!
Liver: Beet
EWeston: Quite a hord in tonight
DJTweeny: Hi Beet, Paisley
Liver: I've never charged for it ...ever
lily: free for all
Beet: Nice to see EW late Lily Mud shoes, Dex, Nab et all
DJTweeny: lol Liver
||||||||| 9:04 PM: Timeghost 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!"
lily: Beet beat
DJTweeny: Hi ghost
Beet: Hi liver
Nabby: Hey Paisley, lily, Rufus, late, Mud, EW and Mim and Liver and Sneezy
Liver -)
lily: ghost of a liver
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Nabby: Never heard this before Tween
shoes for the dead: (whew)
EWeston: Nabster
||||||||| Catherwood ushers only half a key in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: Some Classic Robin
Nabby: Helloooooo
Liver: Si
Paisley again: Hi nab by et al!
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Hey halfkey
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Helloooo!
Mudhead: im sorry im cryin
shoes for the dead: how does he make his voice do that?
Liver: great tribute for Robin!!!!
Beet: Hi Nab
EWeston: Them's crickets
Liver: Me luvs me some giant rats
Timeghost: Greetings, all!
lily: too close in age, is that death at the door
CE: REALTIME Travel
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ROBIN WILLIAMS LIVE IN 2002” at >> http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: Don't yet have Pink Hotel, never heard it either
Nabby: back
CE: to 2001
Beet: This sounds like a jam-packed nite
EWeston: It a bible enthusiast
lily: jelly rool
CE: We have Robin to thank-Thank you Sir.
Nabby: The Wizard
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY fom THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN album” - 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 is out of print) **'
Liver: RFO !
shoes for the dead: i'm packing my jam
Dexter Fong: Audio fixed
||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
CE: Head Jester under American Pie
DJTweeny: good to hear, Dex :)
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Hey poop
DJTweeny: Hey P
shoes for the dead: hey Poop
EWeston: Poopstine arrives
Nabby: Hi CE and ppoop
Nabby: Dexter!
Principalpoop: halow
Beet: Yo Poop
Principalpoop: i see a fong, and others
CE: Montauk files activated- Hero of the Camp.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Weirdly Cool - Firesign Theatre Video Special on PBS >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithwecodvdv.html
Nabby: subversive
CE: camp Hero that is
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
EWeston: I'm Hiden inna forrest
Principalpoop: wait, let me get my headphones on
Liver: I wonder about the history of Mr. Fong
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Dexter Fong: Spoke to soon,audio gone again
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: I love the Williams quotes, and Carlin too -- I'll have to get this
lily: the sour age
CE: Spirit of EH Armstrong arrives.
Principalpoop: i have audio
CE: 48 MHZ
EWeston: The sow's rage?
DJTweeny: Weirdly Cool is another must-have
DJTweeny: really cool performance
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Scoot - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| jesus retardo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Liver: I have no audio but I have sound
shoes for the dead: the never happening creschendo
Principalpoop: hike
CE: turkish Army...
EWeston: Hi NSA guy
lily: in ever widening circles
Liver: Turkish Amy??
lily: oxie
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
pinholeF200: until it disappears up it's own (censored)
Principalpoop: for putting feet on the ottoman
Nabby: oxy moran
EWeston: Turkish Amy, well know runner on guns, and quixotic dancer
DJTweeny: THere are probably copies of this available on eBay and Amazon
||||||||| 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!"
CE: a RAVEN
lily: cotton
Beet: Bugs's brother
Principalpoop: caw caw
Liver: how do you feather a boa?
CE: Draw a hat
EWeston: From the safe end
Beet: Quetzequatl
shoes for the dead: with a sharp knife
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: HI e
Nabby: cotton moran --oh you mean cotton (the Beav) mathers
DJTweeny: Hey E
Liver: feahered snake!!
Nabby: Hi Elayne
shoes for the dead: hey Elayne
Beet: It's E! Howdy
Elayne: And a special hello to Dex and Brilliant At Breakfast.
lily: hey e
EWeston: Elyane enters, stage up.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:12 PM and Dr. Memory sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
pinholeF200: Hello E
Nabby: a plot, at last!
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Elayne: B at B is the famous Jill you've heard me tell about, the woman who introduced me to the work of The Firesign Theatre about 3 decades ago.
Dexter Fong: Hi E, chat's working but no audio
DJTweeny: wb Dr. Memory
shoes for the dead: flathead Indian
lily: naaby whats that about the beaver?
Paisley again: Hello doctor!
Elayne: Dex, has the lovely IT lady begun her analysis?
DJTweeny: they're blocking the audio in NY?
Liver: I have a 3-legged toad with a rotating disk in its mouth. Beat that, Reaper!
lily: Dr Colon the tooth dr
Beet: Audio OK through iTunes
CE: CNN just did the 'Artist"
DJTweeny: yeah, the stream is fine
EWeston: Lotta Goon Show in this work
Elayne: No Tween, only on Dex's computer. He's been in Computer Hell, he told me, that's why he hasn't joined us in awhile.
Nabby: well he had big teeth and looked like this *squinch*
||||||||| 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: I have a computer listening to the RFD stream
Liver: Cheese!
CE: CNN just did the "artist on LSD" and the DOCTOR.
Principalpoop: vlc runs this stream
DJTweeny: Really sorry to hear, Dex :/
||||||||| 9:14 PM: Clem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dexter Fong: E: When i brought up chat, the audio was working so i canceled her call *( smooth
DJTweeny: /me gets Dex to install Ubuntu (which will not disturb his Windows install)
EWeston: Another hym stream?
Elayne: Oh dear, Dex!!!
DJTweeny: H Clem
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Liver: this is so funny!
DJTweeny: *Hi
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'just jim', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Nabby: Look it's Clem
DJTweeny: Hi jim
Elayne: Jill, did you do your Don G. O'Vanni bit yet for your Surplus Firesign?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
EWeston: He slipped past the guards
Liver: Clem Clam?
Principalpoop: been in that jam since portland
lily: hymn and hearse
EWeston: In Fiar fare Clameron
Nabby: bean and wig
Principalpoop: gospel and patty
shoes for the dead: you may scoff
EWeston: Under the sign of indigestion
Principalpoop: don't scoff my new blue suede shoes
lily: watch out for butt gum
EWeston: King of Scurf
shoes for the dead: or but dust
||||||||| 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 Laughingcow gets out at 9:18 PM.
Beet: pox lunch lol
DJTweeny: Hi LC
EWeston: Just in time with the laughing cow
Paisley again: A pox lunch
Principalpoop: speaking of cheese
||||||||| Catherwood ushers squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
lily: flox on pox
EWeston: They have dietary requirements you know
Paisley again: Hi Squeeze!
Nabby: Laughing! Squeeze!
DJTweeny: wb squeeze
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Ralph coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: a flox on ye
DJTweeny: Hi Ralph
Beet: Squeeze!
shoes for the dead: and Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Nabby: Rrrrrralph
||||||||| 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: A fluzzy off of you
Ralph: trailing clouds of glory, I'm down!
Principalpoop: the last word on bunny rabbits
lily: flock it all
Beet: hare hare
Elayne: Are you hungry, Ralph? We've saved you some groat cakes.
EWeston: From the buck toothed mouth
shoes for the dead: flox between meals
Nabby: yep took the mouth right out of my words
lily: their ears are wonderful
Paisley again: And thee, lying on the grass, was hare.
EWeston: Flock between the fences
pinholeF200: Herbert pass him the fox
Nabby: flox have earz?
DJTweeny: I don;t do Windows, but as a Mac person, I can recommend Ubuntu as a very easy way to get into Linux
Liver: I must withdraw...(was it good for you, too?)
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
Ralph: swear no by the mune
Principalpoop: cold hearted orb that rules the night
Ralph: not
lily: flock of wildeerness ears
EWeston: It's a supermune
Beet: Moody Blues
pinholeF200: and which is an illusion/
Nabby: everything tastes like pork
||||||||| Catherwood enters with laughingcow close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
EWeston: Sep bacon
Paisley again: Removes the colors from our sight
lily: or chicken
DJTweeny: wb laughingcow
Nabby: pork is an illusion except bacon
shoes for the dead: Oscar's Wildeerness
Nabby: right EW
lily: beet blues
Beet: We decide which is right
Nabby: or chicken
EWeston: 10-4 Elenore
Nabby: or beets
||||||||| Gilbert skinx enters at 9:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: steady, it was just a moon reference
Beet: and which is an illusion
DJTweeny: Hi Gilbert
laughingcow: you guys are being kinda moody
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
EWeston: We're trying blend in
lily: the river styx
Principalpoop: thursday even ing
pinholeF200: it's because of the pollution
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr. Memory - dead from jaundice
||||||||| brilliantatbreakfast - dead from measles
||||||||| Kooky Moo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: River sould not flow upside down, just my opinion.
Elayne: Dang, there goes Jill...
Principalpoop: send schematic drawing
shoes for the dead: or catch fire
Elayne: Okay, until she returns, she has some extra Firesign albums, anyone in need?
Elayne: Original vinyl and all that.
EWeston: Use initials only
Nabby: So they named this river after the band?
Nabby: (virtually mooning the NSA)
Beet: This is so different from the album by the same name
DJTweeny: Hi half a key
Paisley again: Sunny goodie street -a song by Donovan
EWeston: The other body of water nearby is labelled S. River
Paisley again: Goodge
lily: nabby which came first?
Principalpoop: crimea river
Ralph: Hood evening gentlemen
laughingcow: s river?
EWeston: Its on the map.
Nabby: the moon of course
shoes for the dead: genital men
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: This bears some resemblance to an actual Holmes story
Principalpoop: the fuzz are on to daddy
lily: the liver runs through it
EWeston: Where you find yourself without a paddle
Nabby: no the chicken, I changed my mind
laughingcow: what kinda name is that? poor river.
EWeston: The inspiration probably came while in that river
Principalpoop: and the unhooded gentlemen
Ralph: thanks shoes
||||||||| 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!"
lily: cespool
shoes for the dead: old man ribber
EWeston: Defrocked shoes
Principalpoop: yassir
Nabby: Help I'm a rock
||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: I'm an island, maybe a penisula
DJTweeny: Hi Captain
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
shoes for the dead: Eq!
laughingcow: principal poop?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
EWeston: What would you like tobe, just out of casual curiosity
Nabby: Hey Cappy
lily: roll baby roll
Beet: Hey Cap'n
Principalpoop: yes laughing cow
Elayne: Dex, you're greying out. But you knew that...
Captain Equinox: Hi all!
Principalpoop: none of us are getting younger E, don'[t be mean
EWeston: Caphin!
laughingcow: eat it! eat it raw!
Nabby: rolling
Principalpoop: thats the spirit we have here
laughingcow: I feel better now
lily: stoned
shoes for the dead: a betting man
EWeston: Any quotes from Ukipeaheap?
Principalpoop: everybody must get stoned, or so I've heard
Nabby: lol
laughingcow: mmy iron lung is working again.
lily: HI NSA Person of the week
lily: MUST
EWeston: What kinda wages is it getting?
||||||||| 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!"
Ralph: if you push something hard enough it will fall over, unquote
lily: tuppance
laughingcow: what is reality?
Principalpoop: get a cast iron stomach, never allowed on a plane..
Beet: Hey, do you NSA guys rotate (space for joke here) or is there just one guy on the Firesign beat.
lily: stub your toe thats real
Nabby: pittance
Principalpoop: you bet
laughingcow: that character shoulda had a name
pinholeF200: can't drink water it'll rust
shoes for the dead: wages of sin is death
EWeston: It goes in, it must go out, Sorry Bill Orielly
Nabby: very little bits of hardly nuthin
Nabby: i no longer need human food
Principalpoop: bad puns? is that even possible?
lily: puny pun we love you
EWeston: Somewhere an internet troll insisted that water regularly caught fire
Nabby: except bacon
Captain Equinox: Sultan insulted in Malay melee.
shoes for the dead: you don't eat humans anymore?
EWeston: Ang gravey, if you remember
Captain Equinox: Giant green cheese stolen
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” - 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 THIS ALBUM AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html **'
Nabby: variety is the spice you know
Principalpoop: wavy gravy
lily: people eat people on a regular occurence
EWeston: The well know splice of life
||||||||| 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!"
Paisley again: Hemlock stones!
Nabby: industrial frogg
Principalpoop: connie lingus does
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
Nabby: people.... people eating people....
Ralph: Dultuth? why you can get Tierra del Fuego.....
shoes for the dead: but peple eating squirrils?
Beet: I have known connie on occasion
lily: poop annd it tastes like choked chicken
pinholeF200: fully Hallicrafted
Nabby: does this train go to Duluth?
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Them caterpeller's is pure protien
Principalpoop: soylant brand foods
Nabby: no it goes beep beep
Paisley again: Tuesday is Solent green day!
EWeston: Doe this ferry go to magot pier?
Beet: it's people, you know
Principalpoop: that little maggot is a millionaire
pinholeF200: Just down the Maginot Line
Nabby: spoiler alert
laughingcow: but soilent green is....oh nevermind
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
lily: and they are wonderful full body
EWeston: Extactly Pluotn old man!
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shoes for the dead: just char 'em
Principalpoop: turn sense to pounds old man
EWeston: An they gets real stiff
||||||||| Catherwood enters with PissFest close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| only half a key - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Mim - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| barefoot - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Liver - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Laughingcow - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Gilbert skinx - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: wrong chat pissfest, but ok
Beet: hello piss
Nabby: bang!!
DJTweeny: Flotsom's transcription is not exactly accurate lol
DJTweeny: Hi PF
lily: wind is up
PissFest: I think it was Piltdown, old man. 'd never heard that before
EWeston: What of this V in my chest!
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||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: (this is a very silly record)
DJTweeny: a savage reaping...
laughingcow: dead again
Captain Equinox: Piltdown it is
Nabby: PF
DJTweeny: nothing wrong with silly ;)
EWeston: I heard Pluton this time, must be off in the ears
shoes for the dead: show her up
pinholeF200: ya cheap whore
||||||||| Catherwood leads Floral Acres into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:41 PM, then departs.
Beet: I thrive on silly
Principalpoop: soccer blue
Nabby: true true true
PissFest: stay away from the rat cheese , EW
EWeston: A Canadian
shoes for the dead: Floral!!
Nabby: Silly R Us
BrianThatIsCalledBrian: I am about half a minute or so behind EW's audio, unless you are listening to the future
lily: mold killer
Captain Equinox: But im not flat
Principalpoop: an ingenue, are there still ingenues?
Ralph: soccer blue!
EWeston: The cat won't let me buy any, darn cat.
Beet: and your muff lol
PissFest: it's already here
lily: catz feets
Nabby: where did that plot go
Principalpoop: hahahaha
EWeston: We are not all on the same time line
Floral Acres: I am waitng for NICK DANGER...he is mty hero
Nabby: yes we aren't
PissFest: I smell a rat
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: in Pugeuts Poop
Principalpoop: like I do every night
Nabby: that's not a rat
laughingcow: I like rocky racocoa
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:43 PM, dragging liambill by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Nabby: eeee
EWeston: He's just teasing a rat
lily: rat snoot with ragu
Paisley again: I hold my thumb next to line. That way I don't get lost.
DJTweeny: Hi bill
Principalpoop: and an electric ell, send schematic,
Nabby: just like grammy used to make us eat
EWeston: I have a recipe for rat pizza
shoes for the dead: ist nicht correctite
Principalpoop: ahh canadian
||||||||| 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!"
PissFest: is that rat tart?
lily: but rats roll
Principalpoop: waiter
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
EWeston: Deja too
Nabby: roll rats roll
shoes for the dead: rat fart
Principalpoop: horney pipe
||||||||| 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!"
laughingcow: aren't we missing shoes for industry?
Nabby: ever light a rat fart --not saying I have
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Beet: friggin' matilda
Principalpoop: fish heads are rolly polly too
PissFest: har! har!
Ralph: frig in the brig?
Paisley again: Hornpipe
Nabby: yeah they are ppoop
Nabby: prow? steamer?
EWeston: I can teach you a new diesease I picked up in the Navy
Paisley again: Eat them up yum!
Ralph: LOL EW
Nabby: I think I missed something.
Principalpoop: look at the brow on that steamer
lily: whishey and katsup
shoes for the dead: one fancy ale comin up
Beet: sit on the face of a refined man
PissFest: Captain Stinkin
pinholeF200: first to mate and Chief Petting Officer
laughingcow: pricipalpoop, do you know that fish heads was done,in part,by billy mumy?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Red Greenback in through the front door at 9:46 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: ew show us
Nabby: It's looks good on the menu lily
EWeston: Lt. Prostitute
Principalpoop: urban legend check requested... all hands on deck
Nabby: It's?
Paisley again: Laughing. - mumy was half of Barnes &barnes
PissFest: O yeah?
Principalpoop: har har har
EWeston: Wonderful graphics
lily: it has to be fresh nabby
laughingcow: yeah he always was a strange one lol
PissFest: He's still bitter about Noble
shoes for the dead: rehe comes ole eon eye
Principalpoop: i get slapped when I am fresh
lily: 3rd class no class
Nabby: I agree 'n' steamish
Paisley again: Bye, noble!
Elayne: Looks like I'm fading too. Been a long but fun day.
EWeston: And he's looking at your brains, hungrily
Principalpoop: ciao E
Elayne: Next week, all!
laughingcow: goodnight all
Beet: And a good evening to Miss Elayne
Nabby: fading for the pass?
DJTweeny: rest well, E
lily: watch out for the bad parts they are bitter
||||||||| 9:48 PM: hurricane-style jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Nabby: Take care Elayne
EWeston: Rest easy Elyane, what could go wronge
||||||||| At 9:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Elayne!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTweeny: Hi HS
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Porgy close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
hurricane-style: Rats! I'm late
lily: BYe E
Paisley again: Elayne's so tired she hadn't slept...
Principalpoop: fleaing won't help you, I've got you collared
DJTweeny: Hi Porgy
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
EWeston: I can't run that way, I'm in a dress
Principalpoop: and curse sir walter raleigh he was just a stupid git
lily: stuff the stuffinf outta it
Principalpoop: such even
Nabby: leaving LC?
Principalpoop: i bet you have a big box to put it in
shoes for the dead: the puns on this one never end
lily: and he never came here lol
Nabby: Porgy
Principalpoop: right in the middle hurricane
PissFest: which I own
lily: here also
||||||||| 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: stuffing the stuff
Ralph: i'm plowed to be an old man
EWeston: Pat pending
lily: stuffed with fluff
Nabby: you sure are Ralph
Beet: where there's smoke, there's work. great motto
Principalpoop: some put oysters in their stuffing, or onions and celery
Nabby: fluffy with the stuff
EWeston: Except for the month's with an R in them
lily: or Chets nuts
Paisley again: Some just the old one eye...
Nabby: like a cloud of pork
pinholeF200: the Amplifier of Unlimited Power
Principalpoop: arr arr arr
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: so powerful it can only be used for good or evil
lily: clowns milks sunday
shoes for the dead: alimentary
Principalpoop: chest nuts, is that like a cleveland steamer?
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Nabby: I find these "Firestone Theater" records a tad confoozling
||||||||| 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!"
pinholeF200: Is it an Octal Tube?
Nabby: clown's milk?
EWeston: Nah it reals regular looking
shoes for the dead: magic tuning eye tube
lily: nabby when they snezze
Beet: the tube can only be used properly in the bathroom by Acme Junior
Nabby: lol
Ralph: breaking up?
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| CE - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
lily: its hard to do
Principalpoop: there must be 20 ways
EWeston: A fuller quote, Safe as Clowns Milk Mayor Lynchburg
Nabby: aka clown spoo
DJTweeny: Side Deux
lily: a liile red and makes a noise when you drink it
Principalpoop: it is joe beets, fast talker
EWeston: I tripped!
Nabby: giggle juice
Nabby: Go Joe
shoes for the dead: and I can't get down
EWeston: Help me up!
Principalpoop: on and off, like a crazy monkey
lily: tickle me hear
PissFest: It's a Chester event!
EWeston: Qhat's this hear?
shoes for the dead: there?
Ralph:
lily: cathwood help wes up
||||||||| 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."
Principalpoop: 10 thousand people barely satisfied
Nabby: eh? oh!
Nabby: Ralph is _______
Beet: negative force to ground
pinholeF200: Resistance is futile
lily: cartherwood help ew up please
EWeston: Musta pissed him off
Principalpoop: pig lewis and the continental cocktails
shoes for the dead: ralph is qrp
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| "9:58 PM? I'm late!" exclaims BrianThatIsCalledBrian, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Nabby: these recordings won't alter my DNA will they
PissFest: It's the oiled beer
EWeston: S'ok I'm at knee level and moving up
Paisley again: The flute room?
Nabby: Catherwouldn't
lily: flower beds of down
Beet: too late to worry about altered DNA Nab
EWeston: Is he breathing?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Fudd in through the front door at 9:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby: flowing downer beds
Nabby: whew that's good Beet
lily: upper bunks
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
shoes for the dead: my kids turned out ok,Nabby
EWeston: Flowerring flowered beads
PissFest: How refreshing!
Nabby: Well that's encouraging shoes
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
lily: beads of sweat sweets
Principalpoop: flowers in their hair, flowers everywhere
hurricane-style: Like worms out of a hot cheese log
shoes for the dead: whore's corsettes
PissFest: horse corsets?
lily: the crunchiw bits
EWeston: Is that's what's dripping off my nose?
Principalpoop: into the juicy jaws of fate
Beet: there goes Acme junior again
Mudhead: g'night all
shoes for the dead: aw shaddap
DJTweeny: Hi Fudd
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
Nabby: hey Mud take care
Beet: Mud is leaving
Principalpoop: evening mister justice
||||||||| 10:01 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
EWeston: Sleep goodly Shoes
Paisley again: We're still waiting for the electrician!
EWeston: Mud first though
lily: Beet DJTweeny EWeston Fudd hurricane-style lily Nabby Paisley again PissFest Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead pinholeF200 Ralph
Principalpoop: morts shorts
Paisley again: Or someone very like him
lily: Beet DJTweeny EWeston Fudd hurricane-style lily Nabby Paisley again PissFest Principalpoop Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead pinholeF200 Ralph night night late funny folk
shoes for the dead: who am us anyway?
lily: thenks tween
Principalpoop: night lily
Nabby: next time lily stay groovy
EWeston: See yez on the funway toots
Principalpoop: far out
Beet: enjoy the rest of the night, lily
shoes for the dead: by lily
pinholeF200: Next week, lily
lily: nabby it got some grooves
Principalpoop: ahh ribbed, hehe
pinholeF200: In De Skies
DJTweeny: yw lily :-)
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Paisley again: Bye lily, buy low
Principalpoop: let me clean his clock boss
EWeston: That corespondence course paid off then
Beet: there goes Acme junior again
hurricane-style: in that dangerous smoke-easy again
EWeston: Active bladder on that kid
Principalpoop: tb award
shoes for the dead: sumtran kick dancing
pinholeF200: She fell right over
Beet: she sets him up he knocks her down
Principalpoop: more sugar, thats rich, hahaha
Paisley again: She's no fun....
EWeston: Thanks dad, mom, and your new wife Ethel
Nabby: back
PissFest: Give em the gunsel
Principalpoop: the south side of a north bound nabby, yowzah
Nabby: and forth
PissFest: I like your organ, honey, & I love you
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'RockyRococo', just granted probation at 10:07 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
shoes for the dead: firth of forth
pinholeF200: I'll have some organ honey
Nabby: indeed ppoop, indeed
Beet: there goes Acme junior again
EWeston: That rented costumn is a winner too
PissFest: Rococo you sleazy weasel!
Principalpoop: and the mosey, on the mosey, across the mosey
Beet: pro inhibition
RockyRococo: Do you know what *this* is..?
DJTweeny: Hi Rocky
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE TALE OF THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
Paisley again: Brown paper bag
EWeston: That's the place, fior me
Principalpoop: a brown paper bag
EWeston: It fits!
RockyRococo: That's a 2 bit ring from a cracker back jox
Principalpoop: a pickle
shoes for the dead: now pull the lever
Principalpoop: and leave the puller
Paisley again: Or my finger!
RockyRococo: Do you remember Nancy..?
EWeston: The one that says do not pull?
Nabby: now it's a 32bit ring
Paisley again: Lol!
RockyRococo: 64 bit small change! ;-)
shoes for the dead: yes lever B
EWeston: And the box is down the duct
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fudd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Ralph - dead from The Plague
||||||||| laughingcow - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Floral Acres - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Red Greenback - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
RockyRococo: How about Susan Underhill..?
Nabby: there they go
Paisley again: There must be 50ways to love your lever
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Cat in through the front door at 10:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: a ghastly reaping!
DJTweeny: Hi Cat
Principalpoop: 50? i lowballed it
EWeston: 51 ways to cook your liver
Nabby: Hey Cat
RockyRococo: But what about the elevator boy..?
Principalpoop: hi cat
shoes for the dead: onthe holy grid
Principalpoop: you missed dexter, E and mudhead
pinholeF200: Tesla Coil?
Cat: just dropped by to offer my condolences to robin
EWeston: In Electric Blue
hurricane-style: Don't trip over that chord...
Beet: Hi Cat
Cat: too sick to type
RockyRococo: Why.. that's a cross signifying the quartering of the universe into 4 equal parts!
Principalpoop: get well soon cat
Cat: will now go back to bed
EWeston: A dismal week in some ways
||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:12 PM train to Vancouver.
Paisley again: Dr Suess said don
Nabby: Take care Cat & see you
DJTweeny: Damn, Cat :(
Beet: hello/goodbye
shoes for the dead: get well cat
DJTweeny: Globner's again?
DJTweeny: Yes Cat, heal quickly
Paisley again: Don't cry cos it's over, smile cos it happened
EWeston: The recursive Globners
RockyRococo: Grubs again...
pinholeF200: How does he make his voice do that?
EWeston: A whip
RockyRococo: We can't talk here..
Nabby: lol
Principalpoop: i like his nose, its rubber, i like it
RockyRococo: Give him something for his cough
Nabby: It's rubber. It's chewy. I like it.
Nabby: lol ppoop
Beet: here's a quarter
Principalpoop: yes indeed lol
Paisley again: That's not much
EWeston: The bathroom calls, again
pinholeF200: Thats not much
shoes for the dead: it's is ube
RockyRococo: I know .. let's turn him on his head..
Beet: not much of a cough
pinholeF200: Deja vu again
RockyRococo: Where's a gas station? Did i pass one?
pinholeF200: Deja vu again
Principalpoop: I'm not joe and he's not jim
RockyRococo: Forward.. into the past!...
shoes for the dead: echo in here
RockyRococo: Well then .. it's *treaty* time...
DJTweeny: lol
EWeston: Over the golden staircase and up the rainbow bridge
Paisley again: Sign the tweety
Nabby: echo in ear
EWeston: Here kitty kitty
Nabby: wawawawawa
RockyRococo: Don't go in there! There's spiders! You'll break your leg!
shoes for the dead: icrphone orking?
Principalpoop: on a slow boat to java
Beet: stones is a snowball
shoes for the dead: exploited, I guess
EWeston: Between the Mocha Jave Straits
RockyRococo: How 'bout bendin' a coupla medoodah rolls..? If yah catch mah meanin' .. if yah get mah drift..?
EWeston: Java
Nabby: sax and violins!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
shoes for the dead: Violints
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: high energy play
||||||||| hurricane-style leaves at 10:18 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..."
Principalpoop: who's behind is the giant rat of sumatra?
EWeston: Gimme that guitar!
RockyRococo: Please don't squeak the balloons while the show is in progress...
shoes for the dead: Saxon violence
Nabby: crazed insane weirdly cool album
EWeston: Their most linear
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Principalpoop: dog walking
Nabby: interesting EW
pinholeF200: A linear amplifier
EWeston: Say arf for me
RockyRococo: Your AM.. and your FM
Nabby: arf she said
shoes for the dead: doggedly
RockyRococo: Designed with your mind in mind
EWeston: Then we must flea
DJTweeny: faith-based missile shield lol
RockyRococo: .. giving away chocolate malteds and free high schools!
DJTweeny: Black Christmas Act
EWeston: The Rat could be done on stage. Just needs someone good enough and brave enough
Paisley again: I got my two tones through the floorboards now!
shoes for the dead: yuppers, EW
RockyRococo: Now we can make *Tacos* .. i've been waiting for hunderds of years!
Beet: and into the smog
shoes for the dead: MC5 of comedy
Nabby: The MC5 of comedy
Nabby: lol shoes
||||||||| "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!"
Paisley again: Into a great sandstone building
||||||||| Lugar Axhandel waltzes in at 10:23 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
RockyRococo: Why don't you pick up your ques.. they must be dry by now...
DJTweeny: Hi Lugar
RockyRococo: Hey in there! Your door knocker just fell off!
Lugar Axhandel: howfy friends
shoes for the dead: did Phil tape stuff for this?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “OUT OF THE FOG - Live In London 2005” - 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 performance has not been released) **'
Paisley again: Hi sheriff!
EWeston: Disarmed I'm sure
RockyRococo: Out of the fog.. into the smog... doggedly
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:24 PM and late as usual, it's Lil, just back from Billville."
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lugar Axhandel: my first time visiting the chat.
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
RockyRococo: You mean Nancy..?
shoes for the dead: rotate on your sanitary pedestal lugar
DJTweeny: Great to have you here, Lugar :-)
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
EWeston: I mean in whose movie?
pinholeF200: God, that's good!
Beet: Welcome Lugar
RockyRococo: Duluth bucko..? You can get Tierra del Fuego!
Lil: Hi Tweeny, all
Paisley again: Timothy learns dead...
Beet: Nice to see you Lil
RockyRococo: Betty Joe Beyolovski!
Paisley again: Leary's
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
Lil: Sorry I missed the Williams tribute, any chance of accessing it somewhere?
Paisley again: You mean nancy?
EWeston: Lil, wanna buy a cheap used Terra del Fuego?
Principalpoop: back, noooo, he's outside, looking in
Lugar Axhandel: my android is not cutting the mustard for this. im signing off. lets see quote... ill just fade my voice out like this and cute the organist... oh my goidness...
EWeston: The program repteats on my puter Lil
Paisley again: Bye lug ar!
EWeston: Repeats too
shoes for the dead: good radio technique, Lugar
Principalpoop: call me a cab, a banana split or something, til next wee
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Lugar Axhandel: bye Paisley
Beet: nite Poop
EWeston: A hot paislely sunday upon your bones
Lil: Thanks Beet. actually am pretty mudheadded as recovering from surgery last week
Lugar Axhandel: 'night Shoes
Beet: they gave you some good dope, then?
DJTweeny: Hope you're recovering well, Lil
||||||||| Lugar Axhandel leaves to catch the 10:31 PM train to Billville.
Lil: Thanks EW I'll have to see if that works on mine
EWeston: The best, for purely medicinal purpoeses you uhherstan?
Paisley again: I'm going to look for something for an acid stomach. Coming mother!
Beet: I do hope you are recovering. Sorry about the dope crack
Nabby: Feel better soon Lil
: bye Paisley
Lil: The best but you know they never let you bring the dopes home
shoes for the dead: beat the reaper, Lil
Lil: That's ok thanks Beet
EWeston: Or the nurses either
Nabby: Reet the beeper
Lil: Yep LOL
Lil: Thanks for the good wishes Tweeny, Nabby
EWeston: Blart the bleeper
shoes for the dead: reap the beater
Nabby: Honk Lil
Lil: Catherwood never wasted me so I finally had to do something drastic
||||||||| Catherwood wasteds Lil so i finally had to do something drastic.
DJTweeny wonders of Merlyn or Doc went to England with them to do the sound effects
Nabby: And Syfy
EWeston: Eees back!
||||||||| 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!"
pinholeF200: I can teach you a new disease I picked up in the Navy
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Mr. Bark Bark', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
DJTweeny: Nice try, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear DJTweeny
DJTweeny: Hi Mr. Bark
Mr. Bark Bark: Heya, Joe!
Lil: Catherwood you are truly demented
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Lil and queries "Something I can help with?"
Mr. Bark Bark: That lovely piece of cake we've all been waiting for!
Nabby: Rove at will
shoes for the dead: underwater theme park
Lil: LOL pinhole
EWeston: Featuring the Stanie Monica underwater marching band
Mr. Bark Bark: Greetings from St. Louis, where we're "bringing the war back home!"
shoes for the dead: steeerio HIFI
Lil: If I go quiet I'm just enjoying my pain
EWeston: Militarized police for everyone
Mr. Bark Bark: That's People's Commisioner Tirebiter to you, son.
shoes for the dead: and nobady's sweetheart
pinholeF200: Missouri Governor's name is Nixon!!!
Mr. Bark Bark: OK, dad, I give, I give!
EWeston: Watch out Fox spotted a New Black Pabther in your nieghborhood
Mr. Bark Bark: That's my cat.
EWeston: Shoot Fox a pic of him
DJTweeny: would have guessed Wallace, pinhole
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RockyRococo - dead from measles
||||||||| captain_kirk - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr. Bark Bark: Can't I just shoot the fox?
pinholeF200: Nostalgic '60's racism
shoes for the dead: no, just squeeze it
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: A difuse target, hard to bring down with a bullet
Mr. Bark Bark: Who knew the civil rights movement would involve so much shopping!
shoes for the dead: it'll pass more news
Mr. Bark Bark: Is that what it's passing?
EWeston: Near half a mill in good military surplus to that commnities police force
Mr. Bark Bark: But it does explain why they can't afford good police that represent the people there...
shoes for the dead: pass the lord
EWeston: Or a community outreach program
Mr. Bark Bark: And praise the ammunition!
||||||||| 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!"
PissFest: They're bringing the war back home
EWeston: Got some holy depleted uranium shells here, cheap at half the price
pinholeF200: Closed airspace to keep out new helicopters
Nabby: What?
Mr. Bark Bark: Excuse me for saying this, Lurlene, but ever since Anzio you've been acting like a spoiled b---
pinholeF200: News helicopters....
EWeston: Ferguson Mi Nabby
shoes for the dead: the cops get scared when the comunity outreaches them
DJTweeny: pretty much what's heppening PF
Mr. Bark Bark: But they're reaching for the sky!
DJTweeny: *Happening
DJTweeny: and it ain't hep
EWeston: Nope, a really bad scene
||||||||| 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'
Mr. Bark Bark: It's strange, I've lived in St. Louis since 1968, but I've only been through Ferguson maybe twice, till we got a new puppy and the vet's in that municipality-- been there about three times since May.
pinholeF200: Grew up (as much as I did) in Ferguson, my dad too....
EWeston: I remember what JFK said about Berlin
Mr. Bark Bark: Wow-- my friend Rod did too.
Nabby: http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/police-captain-walks-ferguson-protesters
Nabby: the doctor is ON
pinholeF200: When my dad was a kid, by law all blacks had to be off the streets by sunset
EWeston: Grid willing
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, that Talking Points story is a step in the right direction...
DJTweeny: just because the show's over doesn't mean you all can't stick around and talk :-)
pinholeF200: Going to march there on Saturday
Mr. Bark Bark: Wow. That'll be a huge crowd.
Nabby: Gotta start somewhere Bark Bark
EWeston: Good pF wish I was there
shoes for the dead: I read hacker Dr
Mr. Bark Bark: Hey, Power-o, they broke the president!
EWeston: I;ll go get my wife
Nabby: *applause*
Beet: I would like to have been a fly on the wall when they wrote that
Nabby: Hey Tweeny thanks!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
pinholeF200: Great show thanks for the Robin Williams stuff
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Lil: Thanks to yiu Tweeny yer honor
Beet: Been a great evening. Thanks to everyone. Thanks to Tween as usual. See you next week. Nite.
EWeston: Yah a lovely evening...like usual. Take care folks
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 10:51 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
L_Kelraith: Thank you!
Nabby: Thanks nuts in a dish!
Mr. Bark Bark: Thanks, Joe!
squeeze_the_wheeze: enjoy the evening
Timeghost: Thanks to all involved. Hear you next time!
||||||||| At 10:51 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, EWeston!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Nabby: Hey "L"
Nabby: Bye ghost
Nabby: Honk squeeze
Lil: Bon weekend everybody
Nabby: Later Lil
squeeze_the_wheeze: anytime i see trails i am happy
DJTweeny inflates his shoes
PissFest: Thanks folks & thanks for hope from Ferguson
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 10:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mr. Bark Bark: Amen
Nabby: Positive waves, all -- be good!
Lil: Good show
Nabby: *poof*
Lil: Pudding
Mr. Bark Bark: Next Week!
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:54 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, DJTweeny!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| 10:54 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:
||||||||| Porgy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| liambill - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| just jim - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Paisley again - 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:
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| PissFest - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Timeghost - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| pinholeF200 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| L_Kelraith - dead from measles
||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| EWeston - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) inside, makes a note of the time (11:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where am I?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Who am I?
||||||||| Around 11:16 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Yung Gai steals in around 11:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Yung Gai: If rats were the size of english school children they would wipe us out in a week!
Yung Gai: More Yankee pig nuts!
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lamar - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) in through the front door at 11:25 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Doctor Hofman, what did you put in my coffee? The whole room is spinning! And I am loving it all!
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Yung Gai - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Clyde McBarney', just granted probation at 1:42 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Clyde McBarney - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Clyde McBarney', just granted probation at 1:57 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Clyde McBarney - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "2:30 AM? 2:30 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Kansas should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Kansas enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Kansas: Boy, I'm pooped...
Kansas: I missed Beat the Reaper again...dangit..Hey I remember Clyde..
||||||||| It's 2:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Kansas - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| johnnyventure steps in at 3:06 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
johnnyventure: Is this the chapel?
johnnyventure: We cand dawk ere..........
||||||||| 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:
barefoot
Beet

BrianThatIsCalledBrian
brilliantatbreakfast
Captain Equinox
Cat
CE
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
EWeston
Floral Acres
folman(person)
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
hurricane-style
johnnyventure
Kansas
lamar
late
laughingcow
Lil
lily
Liver
L_Kelraith
Lugar Axhandel
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Paisley again
pinholeF200
PissFest
Principalpoop
Ralph
RockyRococo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
SnorkyBoy
squeeze_the_wheeze
Timeghost
Yung Gai
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithwecodvdv.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robin_Williams
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/livewire/police-captain-walks-ferguson-protesters
http://www.allmusic.com/album/live-2002-mw0000663238
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.wtfpod.com/podcast/episodes/remembering_robin_williams



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