A Firesign Chat
09/04/2014




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 September 04, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTweeny in through the front door at 7:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| 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 dude plummets into the garden at 8:16 PM.
dude: Hey.... Where all the white women at..????
DJTweeny: He says, the Sheriff is near!
DJTweeny: very fun movie
DJTweeny: and good evening, dude
dude: Stopped by early again I see
dude: Will return when the feed is up
DJTweeny: 5 minutes
DJTweeny: and then audio on around 20 before the hour
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - 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) **'
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - COUNTRY MUSIC BY KRIS KRISTOFFERSON AND PHIL AUSTIN - 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) **'
||||||||| 8:51 PM: Ahh Clem 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 clem
Ahh Clem: Hey DJTweeny
||||||||| 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 ''Bob'' falls out at 8:52 PM.
DJTweeny: hi Bob
''Bob'': I finally made it! And early, even! It's been weeks...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with uh, Clem close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
''Bob'': Too busy working to chat tonight, but I'll be listening! :)
DJTweeny: Hi other clem
DJTweeny: enjoy, Bob :)
DJTweeny: and good luck with your work
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and Cat bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
Cat: Hi folks
Ahh Clem: Yo Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM bus from Illinois pulls away, leaving lily coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:56 PM and shoes for the dead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark in through the front door at 8:56 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
DJTweeny: Hi Bark
shoes for the dead: Howdy
lily: ''Bob'' Ahh Clem Cat DJTweeny dude lily uh, Clem hi all
||||||||| 8:56 PM: It's paisley again 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 paisley
Mr. Bark Bark: Hey you guys! (No running in the trenches!)
Ahh Clem: is that an entrenching tool?
shoes for the dead: mr. BB
It's paisley again: Greetings,programs!
DJTweeny: and don't get mud all over Bradshaw'ss nice clean floor
||||||||| 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!"
lily: Hello DJT and good to be hear
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
It's paisley again: Hey DJT
DJTweeny: :)
||||||||| 8:58 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
DJTweeny: Hey Fong
shoes for the dead: who is Red, Tween?
DJTweeny: only Firesign members
DJTweeny: and as far as I know, none here at the moment
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny amd Cat, shoes et al
Mr. Bark Bark: Who Am Us, Anyway?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 04, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
shoes for the dead: hey Dex
lily: eight al's
||||||||| Catherwood escorts MacCat in through the front door at 9:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 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 Merlyn disembarks at 9:01 PM.
It's paisley again: He forgot to plug in the female...
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: heya
||||||||| Ralph sashays in at 9:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: hey Merl
shoes for the dead: and Ralph
lily: nice knockers
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Frannie See', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: New and old folks
Dexter Fong: You should know ily
Cat: The Tween Voice
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'rt choke', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Jimmy L into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
lily: my knee warmers lol
Ralph: Hello, I'm glad I made it
Merlyn: b> Tween is in a gigantic tin can
lily: bird fartz
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
shoes for the dead: b> Tween's head is too loud
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Cat: circling earth?
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Merlyn: Hey E
Cat: Hi El
||||||||| 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: Hi El
Frannie See: i was wondering what the rules are here, but i see there are none.
Elayne: Hey Dex, did DocTech get in touch with you about those NatLamp tapes?
It's paisley again: That's right, Fannie!
lily: rules were made to be broke
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:04 PM, dragging sidney fudd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Dexter Fong: Rule #1: There are no rules
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'pinholeF200', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Elayne: He asked me for your mailing address but I didn't have it.
Cat: You're right, Frannie
Dexter Fong: E: Not yet
shoes for the dead: only the mobius rule, Fran
Mr. Bark Bark: Rule #2, NEVER talk about the rules.
||||||||| "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!"
Elayne: I'll keep on him, Dex, thanks.
Frannie See: where i come from, the mobius strip.
Dexter Fong: Rule #3: Huh?
Mr. Bark Bark: And do it every day.
Elayne: We won't be seeing him and Lili next weekend after all, big pool tourney coming up for them.
Dexter Fong: Thanks E
Cat: On their interview album, they say, "we could have been as big as Penn and Teller"
DJTweeny: Welcome all...
Elayne: And a huge work thing for him, a sudden deployment of some package that he wasn't expecting to deploy or somesuch.
Dexter Fong: I didn't know Doc was such a big swimmer
Cat: Oddly, Penn was their disciple.
DJTweeny: I believe it, Cat
Cat: Doc? yes he usually usually overwhelmed with work
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” - 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/phprandpebew.html **'
Elayne: Anybody else out there feel like a free trip to the Bronx Zoo the weekend of 9/13-14?
Elayne: The catch is, you have to bear my company. :)
lily: oh I love the bronx zoo in the fall
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Wish I could, Elayne :)
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
Dexter Fong: H hA bEAR!! i GET IT
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
lily: it has that certian jeannie say quat
Dexter Fong: Hello Darling Nabby
It's paisley again: All these expressions bear on one another
Nabby: Hey Tweeny, shoes & all
Nabby: hey Dex
Elayne: Fall, Lily? It just turned summer here. You want fall in NY in 2014, you have to go to July and August. :)
DJTweeny: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
pinholeF200: And one is nothing....
lily: it'll be cool this week end watch
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:10 PM, dragging Beet by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Beet: Howdy and good evening everyone. Happy Thursday chatnight.
Cat: It's always cool in NYC, no matter what the weather is
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Nabby: Hi beet
Frannie See: are you related to joe beet?
lily: grew up not far from there
Beet: No, but I know the Whispering Squash
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html
Nabby: Keep it neat
lily: scotish scotch
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
Beet: Listen here leafhead I'm going to pluck you 5 ways
It's paisley again: Hoot, mahn!
Cat: I've spent this afternoon reading magazines from this era. different world
shoes for the dead: the Ford error, Cat?
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
||||||||| 9:14 PM: Daredemon Reebus jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTweeny: no doubt, Cat
lily: gas guzzlers
DJTweeny: Hi Reebus
||||||||| 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."
Cat: Yes. I have a box of Atlantics from the 70s. Lots of stuff about Ford.
It's paisley again: Greets, rebiz
Cat: Trying to get rid of them.
DJTweeny: I recall The Atlantic being a very good read
Nabby: Reebus
shoes for the dead: i got lots of Nat Lamp from the early 70's
DJTweeny: Might be worth something to a collector, Cat
Cat: i was visitng a friend up north a couple of monthes ago and he subscribes. It is indeed a good read.
Nabby: I remember Guz Gassler
Beet: Is that the famous Reebus Kanebuss
Cat: You really think someone collects 40 year old Atlantics? Isn't everything online now?
Beet: Or is that Cannebus
DJTweeny: dunno, but might be worth a few googles, Cat
lily: did he live up there in tuckahoe nabby
Cat: good idea, tween
DJTweeny: Might be someone on eBay looking for a particular issue
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Pastor Flash bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi Flash
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html
pinholeF200: Is Freddy related to RF Burns?
Cat: Lots of new folks tonight
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Merlyn: tween, I think it's fixed
Nabby: Hey Pastor
Cat: Montgomery Burns on another timeline
DJTweeny: Thanks Merlyn :)
Elayne: Good to see Merlyn here, we've missed you B!
Nabby: Hey Merlyn in Minny
Dexter Fong: George Burn peripherally
DJTweeny: Tween is my name, Dj'in is my game
Merlyn: that makes you a Djinn
Cat: Cuckolding Mickey?
shoes for the dead: george Char
Nabby: Do we get free wishes? Or three wishes? Or what?
It's paisley again: Ha! Good merlyn!
shoes for the dead: George Singe
Dexter Fong: Djinn Arthur
lily: George Cinder
DJTweeny: Anyone else find this album absolutely hilarious?
Jimmy L: I
lily: chuckle
Cat: This is a better version of this than on TV
It's paisley again: George sedns her, where?
pinholeF200: Lots of yucks here fer sure
shoes for the dead: LA
Nabby: It's making me too happy.
DJTweeny: It's great, Cat :)
Elayne: Catherwood, please bring me a Djinn and tonic.
||||||||| Catherwood brings Elayne a djinn and tonic.
It's paisley again: DJ, I am not familiar with this album, &
DJTweeny: you want to be sad, Nabby?
Cat: One of the better songs they pluicked from their Mushroom plays
shoes for the dead: do the Hun
It's paisley again: Laughing aloud, if laughing is allowed, that is!
lily: straighten up will ya
Nabby: No no no I like to giggle
DJTweeny: it is encouraged here, paisley
pinholeF200: Il Schizophreno
||||||||| Around 9:22 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
Beet: Hello to NSA guy.
shoes for the dead: half a dunce?
lily: smile as wide as ya can
||||||||| 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 9:23 PM.
It's paisley again: Half a dunce, half a dunce onward!
Nabby: I prefer to laugh lightly in a nervous, affected, or silly manner. Ahem.
pinholeF200: I've got an Erector Set
It's paisley again: Huzzahs, m
DJTweeny: do you put your hand over your mouth, Nabby
DJTweeny: ?
lily: gafaw
Dexter Fong: ??
shoes for the dead: with a hankie
DJTweeny: better :)
Nabby: I have more than one
DJTweeny: mouth?
lily: get dowb off the ceiling
Dexter Fong: or a n intricately carved ivory fan
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Daredemon Reebus - dead from measles
||||||||| sidney fudd - dead from the yaws
||||||||| rt choke - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Frannie See walks away to The Sitting Room.
lily: we reat the reaper
It's paisley again: We reet thee beeper
lily: we feet the feeter
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| Frannie See walks in and says "It's 9:27 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Cat: Welcome back, Frannie
shoes for the dead: the old inout
DJTweeny: Hi Frannie
DJTweeny: Welcome to the chat :)
Nabby: Hey Frannie
It's paisley again: Hi f
Frannie See: i've been making the rounds. this room is the most happenin' place but still can't seem to find nancy
DJTweeny: Frannie from NJ, eh? hmmmmm
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| "9:28 PM? 9:28 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny: Hi wheeze
Nabby releases the pods
||||||||| 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!"
squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry i had no idea what time it was...and I had the stopwatch
Elayne: Frannie, if you can't find Nancy perhaps you should BE Nancy...
Ralph: there's not room enough in this script for both of us
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Glen into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:29 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Hey Wheeze
Mr. Bark Bark: Havatchu!
Nabby: Hi Glen
Elayne: Ralph, that's because there's two of everybody but you.
Frannie See: i have no qualifications for that assignment
squeeze_the_wheeze: HI there
Cat: They could have been as famous as Weird Al
DJTweeny: Hi Glen
shoes for the dead: hey Glen
Glen: Yo, peeps.
Cat: Funnier songs, just needed better production values
DJTweeny: Proctor is staying really busy with stage productions
Nabby: Yo-yo Glen
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WHAT THIS COUNTRY NEEDS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln and http://chromiumswitch.org/eb_020874_01.html
Mr. Bark Bark: They could have been distends
Cat: And off to Italy for 3 monthes momentarily.
Beet: Hi Glen
Glen: here comes the Good Book
Mr. Bark Bark: Distenders.
Ahh Clem: I lost the stream. anyone else?
Cat: Dendolater Glen?
Glen: still streaming here
Dexter Fong: I lost everything
||||||||| 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."
It's paisley again: Bring back an olive leaf, will ya?
Glen: Yes, Cat. You found me out.
||||||||| 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: Still listening
DJTweeny: 128k is still up
Cat: Long ago, you sent me a vid of Firesigns on your tv show
Elayne: Oh, stage productions, that reminds me: My friend Joel is " looking for a Scene Designer/Tech Director for my fall production of The Seagull at Inver Hill Community College. The show opens November 7, 2014. This is a paid position with the State of MN. If you have a recommendation please contact me at 651-450-3588 or groesle@inverhills.edu. Thanks!"
DJTweeny: I take it Win 8 is not being kind to you, Dexter
Cat: Elayne's mag was the source of many great connections
Elayne: So, you know, for anyone already stuck in MN, as you'd have to be come November...
Glen: I wish they were up on YouTube.
Dexter Fong: Tween: Duno. I timed out is all I know
Elayne: Cat, you mean Four-Alarm FIRESIGNal? That's now online at Chromium Switch.
Cat: Your show, Glen? Can't you control that?
Nabby: Would love to see that Glen
Glen: Sure- i just don't know how to upload the suckers.
Ahh Clem: Guess I'll go have a BearWhiz beer and call it a night.
Cat: No El, I meant when it was in print.
Elayne: http://firesignal.chromiumswitch.org/firesignal.html
||||||||| Jimmy L, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Aviary.
DJTweeny: Do you do much radio streaming, Dex?
Dexter Fong: ahh, night, aah
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Glen: The Toiler!
Dexter Fong: No Tween
Cat: I mean yes, but I'm referring to the era and your pivotal role in connecting me to many people
Ahh Clem: both streams down here fyi
Elayne: Eh, Cat. Much easier to make connections online these days...
||||||||| 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: look for a You Tube vid about how to upload You Tube vids
DJTweeny: Might see if it happens with other streams, Dex
Cat: it's playing fine on my mac
Elayne: I mean look around you, Cat - Firesign chatters as far as the eye can see!
DJTweeny: NPR or something like that
pinholeF200: Not much you can say about apathy
It's paisley again: Can't say a lot about apathy
Glen: playing fine here
Cat: not necessarily, el
Elayne: pinhole, I would say something, but I don't care enough.
Dexter Fong: I just rejoined and everything is a-ok
shoes for the dead: i know what ya mean
Elayne: Yay Dex! Sound as well?
Nabby: clean as a whistle, whatever that means
pinholeF200: Rodger Dodger Willco
Cat: your new computer is working, dex?
Dexter Fong: Oh yeah, E...since last week even
Elayne: Dex, your email address is still the Road Runner one, yes?
Cat: i'm expecting a new one momentarily. wont have to use 2 to listen and chat at the same time
Dexter Fong: Yes E
shoes for the dead: ya,you spit into a whistle.........
Elayne: K, that's the one I gave DocTech.
DJTweeny: and a late Happy Birthday to Doc Technical (yesterday)
lily: ahhhhhhh
Nabby: ptui
lily: right
Dexter Fong: Nabby: You spit on doc T's birthday cake?
Cat: i didn't know about his birthday, and i've known him for years
Glen: Wacco!
||||||||| "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!"
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Glen: SNAKES!
lily: tacco
||||||||| Jimmy L enters at 9:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nabby recalls the pods
shoes for the dead: stucco
DJTweeny: Hi JL :-)
Jimmy L: wrong way padre
lily: lily is a pod
Glen: Wacco was a buddy of TFT who drowned in a surfing accident in Hawaii during DF.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Pastor Flash - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: JL used to be our DJ :)
Cat: ohm mane podme hum
DJTweeny: Good to see you here, guy
Cat: that JL?
Cat: Welcome back, uh clem
DJTweeny: Quite sure he and Bambi are here
It's paisley again: Another third red eye
Nabby: bong
Elayne: I miss Jimmy Lee and Fran!
shoes for the dead: joint
Dexter Fong: Cat: Check Nino vis a vis JL
Nabby: lily you're no pod you're lily silly
Cat: how long has chat had a sound track? I'm guessing a decade?
lily: pass it
||||||||| 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!"
Elayne: Hang on, are they here under their actual names then? I thought only I did that :)
Elayne: Well, me and Cat. :)
Cat: maybe you're not missing them, if they're really here
pinholeF200: Psychic fair cancelled due to unforseen circumstanses
Nabby: jernt
lily: lily pod in a lily pond
Dexter Fong: Cat: JL & Bambi were first, yes? So maybe not ten years
Nabby: don't bogart that, sam
Cat: the 2 phils had to struggle to convince us they were the actual firesign phils 2 weeks ago because merl wasnt here to turn them red
Cat: yes dex
Nabby: don't boag it
Elayne: This is what we need you for, Merlyn. To turn Phil and Phil red. :)
It's paisley again: Anybody got something for an acid stomach?
Cat: lol pin
Dexter Fong: Ah Darling nabby, so inexplicable
Nabby: aww that's nice lily
lily: ginger ale
Mr. Bark Bark: Just chew a couple of batteries!
Nabby: so incongrusive!
pinholeF200: Groomsmen did $100.00 Shine at my wedding reception--nobody elese got it
Dexter Fong: incongruos....sure
||||||||| 9:44 PM: not Ed jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
lily: just keeping my feet wet Nabby
DJTweeny: Hi Ed (not)
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not Ed: I'm not Ed
Nabby: down by the ol watering hole
shoes for the dead: hey noted
Beet: hello not ed
||||||||| Wagstaff enters at 9:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Cat: N.ed Flanders?
not Ed: I'm not Ed
Nabby: Who am us anyway?
DJTweeny: Hi Wagstaff
Mr. Bark Bark: And I'm not Joe.
It's paisley again: U am what u is!
Glen: Oxblood Kiwi!
lily: etty biity fishes in a
Nabby: Wagstaff
||||||||| 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!"
lily: lol
Nabby: Etty Betty Fishes should be a book
lily: hello ladies
shoes for the dead: pop-up
Nabby: I'm going to make an app called Etty Bitty Fishes or Betty
Glen: Is it tacky to chat here if I don't have a funny name?
Nabby: Apps are hot I hear
Dexter Fong: Glen is funny enough
Nabby: No Glen we already know it's you
Mr. Bark Bark: We're all about the tacky chat.
Dexter Fong: Even heavily adhesive discourse
||||||||| Jimmy L sneaks away to The Portrait Gallery...
lily: stick to it
Mr. Bark Bark: Pretty much.
shoes for the dead: and tacky typing
Cat: We fluctuate between real and unreal names, just like Firesign
not Ed: lol- glen
Nabby: tappy typing
pinholeF200: Activating Sticky Keys
shoes for the dead: tapped typing
Nabby: African Blue Grass at the collective
not Ed: I smoked somw African Blue Grass last night
lily: we all up for that?
Mr. Bark Bark: But we're coming down.
not Ed: I'm ready to play
lily: drop it like its hot
Dexter Fong: and also both copies autographed by all 4 of the fab five
Glen: It MEANT something??
shoes for the dead: have a moss
Nabby: ouch!
Nabby: Bergman Bergman
not Ed: let's all go to the hole together
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lily: see this scar got it from a seed
It's paisley again: Everything's turning blue
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Nabby: Mendo Hot Moss
not Ed: this place is full of crows
Glen: Those eyes! They follow you wherever you go!
Mr. Bark Bark: A "murder," Marge. A "murder."
Ralph: 32 bottles of what?
Dexter Fong: Thunderbird
Nabby: Martian Moon Moss
Cat: African Blue Ice?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
not Ed: Ol' Crow
Cat: Sounds like Breaking Bad
Nabby: Caw caw
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Ralph: yes, Thunderbird! thx
Nabby: lol Cat
It's paisley again: Bud n Bunny hind
Elayne: Oh dear, fading fast. Sorry folks. Next week, all
Mr. Bark Bark: Super-attractive.
not Ed: Buzz
lily: night e
Glen: Adieu, Elayne
Mr. Bark Bark: 'Night, Elayne. Happy Motoring!
||||||||| 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: by El!
Nabby: DoMM hooray!
Ralph: read me Dr. Memory?
It's paisley again: Sunups, E!
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ahh Clem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: By El
Nabby: Take care Elayne
Beet: Nite, E
||||||||| Elayne leaves to catch the 9:55 PM train to East Northport.
shoes for the dead: dr ummmm...
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pinholeF200: Au revoir Elayne--see you on the radio
Glen: The happiest, most wonderful time in my life was sitting on the floor in KPFK and hearing Dear Friends being created.
Glen: My God.
Nabby: Cool
It's paisley again: Why does the orange bird lay its eggs in the air?
lily: drooling solarup
Cat: it would be hard to top that, glen
not Ed: too cool gLEN
Ralph: i thought it was a porridge bird
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Glen: I never managed to have a better time
not Ed: IF THAT IS YOUR NAME
Nabby: Yepsk Cat a-greeb
Mr. Bark Bark: Isn't the Porridge bird actually burnt umber?
Cat: you're right, ralph
Glen: if who is whose name?
not Ed: How old were you , Glen
Cat: you're not dead yet, glen.
Mr. Bark Bark: He was younger then.
Glen: Oh, god- just outta high school
not Ed: and why were you on the floor
Nabby: Yes "Glen" what is your real story
Mr. Bark Bark: He fell over.
Ralph: this is the portrait.....
Glen: because there were no chairs. THAT'S a silly question.
not Ed: ...no fun, huh?
pinholeF200: lol
Glen: four chairs around a table- that was it
DJTweeny: No wonder things sounded a bit hot this evening, I've got the master fader on the mixer at +10 lol
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: I'm a bear!
DJTweeny: oooops
not Ed: G L E N THAT"S a silly name
DJTweeny: hope it's not distorted
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
It's paisley again: Was the floor fuzzy and soft like a tongue?
||||||||| 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."
Glen: Don't peg the meter!
Cat: Fred A. Bear?
Mr. Bark Bark: Only by the facts.
lily: put it back on 11
shoes for the dead: it was hot, Tween
pinholeF200: could't you just make 10 louder?
Mr. Bark Bark: But this one goes to 11.
DJTweeny: Unfortunately, the mixer is in back of me so I don't see the meter bridge unless I decide to check it :/
Nabby: it's 1 more louder
not Ed: if you peg the meter, all the red will leak.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Porgy steps in at 10:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mr. Bark Bark: Who's Peggy?
Nabby: watch the doblies and deebees
DJTweeny: Hot, but sounds OK otherwise, folks?
shoes for the dead: or it will bend
Nabby: and don't cross the streams fer crissakes
||||||||| not insane sneaks in around 10:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Glen: we were eating cheeseballs and chugging blackberry brandy
Nabby: I'll bet you were Glen
It's paisley again: Doesn
DJTweeny: It's hitting +6 on the meters
DJTweeny: Hi NI
Porgy: Are we in DANGER???
Nabby: In fact I'm sure you are Glen
Mr. Bark Bark: No, just a little disagreement with my co-pilot.
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not insane: no grub cakes?
Nabby: Hey not
Glen: +6 is a HALF doesn
Cat: Wow. Jays just swept Rays. First time that's happened in a long time
Glen: You doesn't has to call me Johnson
Ralph: I suppose that's a duck
shoes for the dead: do we?
Cat: First time ever.
||||||||| "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!"
Mr. Bark Bark: Bohunk.
Nabby: chinko, gray duck, free troggs
shoes for the dead: free trogs? what a bargain
Porgy: He's upstaires helping Porciline the maid to make up the beds...
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh my, oh my, oh my!
It's paisley again: 1 footfighter 22 could be lurking, beware!
Nabby: Pork?
not Ed: aww creppies, Porgy
pinholeF200: C...C....Coming, mother
Nabby: Hi NSA guys we love U
Porgy: Oh, that son of mine!
Mr. Bark Bark: He's so good with the servants, Fred.
Nabby: *raspberry*
Ralph: I'm goin down to the burro
pinholeF200: He's not your son
not Ed: stop calling me Ed, I'm not Ed
Cat: better than going down On the burro
lily: Cat DJTweeny Glen It's paisley again Mr. Bark Bark Nabby not Ed not insane pinholeF200 Porgy Ralph Rufus_T_Firetween shoes for the dead Beet night all and thanks DJ for another laugh riot
Porgy: Stop torturing me Ethel!
DJTweeny: yw Lily :)
Mr. Bark Bark: Our cries are your whispers
shoes for the dead: backatcha, Lily
Cat: we do our best, lily
pinholeF200: bye lily
Nabby: Take care lily and be groovy
It's paisley again: Thx, lily! Night night!
Beet: see you next time lily
Ralph: lily......always a pleasure
not Ed: gnite
Mr. Bark Bark: Why, thank ye, Ms. Lamont...
||||||||| 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: You don't say g'bye to gray people Lily?
Mr. Bark Bark: They never fade away.
Cat: lol, dex
Ralph: who wonna seckon whorl wah u so smaht?
Mr. Bark Bark: Not responsible!
shoes for the dead: echo park?
Beet: I am going to have to leave early myself. Thanks everyone. Thanks Tween. Good nite.
Ralph: there's an echo in here.....
Dexter Fong: park
Nabby: echo in here
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
shoes for the dead: by Beet
Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Joe
Nabby: Take care beet
shoes for the dead: by Beet
not Ed: HEY Everyone: How 'bout bending a couple of mahdoodah rolls
Porgy: We have these Gooks gust where we want them!
pinholeF200: so long beet
Mr. Bark Bark: Do you like horses??
Cat: by beet
||||||||| 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!"
It's paisley again: I too am setting sail off into the golden hind...
Dexter Fong: gust hell, let's blow 'em away
Cat: off you sail
Nabby: Be well pais
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, it's just the two of us now...
Cat: 2 barks?
Ralph: how about bending a couple in the Doodah Room?
It's paisley again: Thx, nabby!
Dexter Fong: pais out bro
pinholeF200: enjoy the undying lands pais
Mr. Bark Bark: Just keeping it clean.
Porgy: Whatch out for that entrenching toel!!!!!
not Ed: you don't want to count the elevator boy?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts mmhatton into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:09 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: hell no, he's a scab
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh, Clem - dead from measles
||||||||| Frannie See - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Wagstaff - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
not Ed: danb
DJTweeny: Hi hatton
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, well, three then.
shoes for the dead: here?
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not Ed: no, in your BBs
Nabby: You don't want to count the elevator boy?
Porgy: Shoes for INDUSTRY!!!!
not Ed: but he's here
shoes for the dead: and here we are
Dexter Fong: No, he's on a break
not Ed: gotta go - see ya next week
Nabby: You can look in at each other
Cat: by not
Dexter Fong: Scab takes Union break
Dexter Fong: That's the takeaway
Nabby: take care not ed
Porgy: Shoes for the LIVING!!!
Cat: shoes for the grateful
Nabby: They do not sleep.
Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Not
Dexter Fong: sleep....Not?
pinholeF200: when you're not here, not ed, are you then ed?
shoes for the dead: by no ted
Nabby: Shouldn't pick on, up, Arnemians.
Dexter Fong: he's "Yes, not ed"
Nabby: Arnemian and plowed of it
Mr. Bark Bark: But then he lost it all when he married Blondie.
pinholeF200: have an oil beer
DJTweeny: This makes 2 cuts from the Dear Friends album taken from this broadcast
Dexter Fong: It was Jiggs who came betweeen them
Cat: The Armenian's Paw, one of the Mushroom plays
Nabby: I just got "drop your LaGuardia" geeeez
Dexter Fong: Gppd jpb. Tween kkep counting
Nabby: lol
Porgy: Or in any way, want to put myself into a confrontitorary positstion with the United Snakes, or with HIM.
Nabby: More Dear Friends X cerpt material
Mr. Bark Bark: Still in the stocks, with Angela Davis...
Nabby: That was it Cat
Nabby: X cerpt it's spelled Arnemian I believe
Porgy: So wake up! To your only logical choice, me George Tirebiter.
pinholeF200: Not Insane!
Nabby: Or aluminum ad nauseum
Cat: I have to buy those two books of the mushroom scripts
Porgy: Are we in danger pastor?
shoes for the dead: what?
DJTweeny: Which ones are those, Cat?
Mr. Bark Bark: The little needle is pointing to "E"
||||||||| Jimmy L has arrived at the appointed hour of 10:20 PM.
Dexter Fong: WB JL
shoes for the dead: Dr. uhhhh
DJTweeny: wb JL
Cat: tween broadcasts them on this chat somewhere.
Porgy: No, it's alright Rodger.
Nabby pegs the noodle
Cat: you are tween. you know the books.
||||||||| 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!"
Jimmy L: I forgot what I'm waiting for
DJTweeny: That's not Shibboleth
DJTweeny: You're referring to the original books from the 70's?
Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not marching.
Cat: no, exorcism in your daily life and the other one.
Porgy: And while that has always stood for excelence in my book,
DJTweeny: /ma hands JL a bus pass
DJTweeny: Ah OK
Cat: i wont stand for it
Jimmy L: taxi
Porgy: I think it means we'r out of GAS!!!
||||||||| "10:22 PM? 10:22 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Slugs should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Slugs enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTweeny hands JL a taxi pass
DJTweeny: Hi Slugs
Nabby: Slugs
shoes for the dead: headed for the boarder?
Jimmy L: thank ya
Nabby: Get him a chairman
Slugs: Howdy all.
DJTweeny: "You're a cab."
Nabby: Goon show
Cat: how are things in virginia, jimmy?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Jimmy L: i want my a google cab
pinholeF200: what you don't mean won't hurt you
DJTweeny: He wouldn't know, because he's in New Jersey
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: not the same clem?
Nabby: yes how are things in old virjimmy
DJTweeny: he's on tour
Cat: i wasnt sure who was who here before. very firesonian
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| not Ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice
||||||||| It's paisley again - dead from jaundice
||||||||| lily - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Glen - dead from the yaws
||||||||| not insane - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Jimmy L: I'm a 55 year old Virgo. What do you want?
Ralph: you play with a greased ball?
Nabby: beaver paddles
Dexter Fong: tween I got Jimmy Leein New Hampshire
Nabby: Gimme me a pack of what I am
Cat: There was talk that ah clem and bambi were here under other names.
DJTweeny: Dunno, Dex
Dexter Fong: I don't think so Cat
Cat: i have lots of names.
Cat: just a tantalization
DJTweeny: Yes, I suspected Frannie was Bambi
Dexter Fong: So does G--
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: A Cat by any other name...
DJTweeny: So, I apparently lack Nino's great powers :/
||||||||| "10:27 PM? I'm late!" exclaims mmhatton, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Slugs: robust humanity
Cat: most of my years here i've been cease, which is an abreviation of my name
shoes for the dead: would still be Chat in french
Jimmy L: My special power is dowsing
||||||||| 10:28 PM: mmhatton jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Nabby: El Gato
Dexter Fong: Tween: Only reporting what I saw, YMMV
Mr. Bark Bark: You need a pretty nice rod for that.
Nabby: for me, drowsing (pro)
shoes for the dead: Kucing in Indonesian
Nabby: what are they harping
Jimmy L: great talent if your building housing
Porgy: So, what would you like to do? Hit this J-w over the head with a bag of sugar, or beat out that rythum on the drum??
Nabby: kaff koff
Dexter Fong: Mine is Grousing...I know where those birds are at
shoes for the dead: seals
Nabby: well you know what they say Dex
Porgy: I want the BAG!!!!
||||||||| 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: always know where your....
shoes for the dead: a bird in the hand will poop in it
Nabby: blech porridge bird poo
Porgy: Are you sure???
DJTweeny: You can't be in two places at once if you don't know where you are...
Nabby: I want the box Jay is holding
shoes for the dead: Jay is holding?
Dexter Fong: Get your hands off MY bpx Jay
pinholeF200: I want the jay...
Jimmy L: arousing the spirit
Dexter Fong: and refreshing the animal within
Porgy: You want to trade the four foot cube of solid gold bullion, all for this little bag???
Nabby: it's a snipe
pinholeF200: Don't get aroused, you'll have to do pushups until it goes away
Porgy: I want the BAG!!!
Dexter Fong: That bag holds my string theory
shoes for the dead: moon bounce?
Jimmy L: I cant push one
Cat: i think it's unwinding
Mr. Bark Bark: Wait, I can explain EVERYTHING!
Nabby: I'm into G string theory
Dexter Fong ducks under the big band theory
Ralph: oh, Nabby...........
DJTweeny: It's all very scientific, right Nabby?
Jimmy L: Big Bang Cereal
Porgy: OK, well here you go!!!
Ralph: oh look, he left through inner space......
Nabby: It makes so much sense I weep sometimes
Slugs: they come out more often when it rains
Porgy: Why, this is a bag of SHIT!!!!
shoes for the dead: colect those tears
Ralph: they might vomit.....
Mr. Bark Bark: I worry about it all night, sometimes.
Jimmy L: Good shit grows the rose
Porgy: But it's really GREAT shit Mrs. Presky!
Ralph: the Childrens Zoo
Nabby: Invisible foxes
shoes for the dead: are my earphones working?
Nabby: Invisible forces
Ralph: the African Wild Ass
Slugs: it's the old same place?
Nabby: Yepsk
Dexter Fong: SOSO
Jimmy L: And arrow does not fly a straight path
Nabby: I think honky is okay
Cat: The Straight People
Nabby: salt of the Earth
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mmhatton - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Jimmy L: pepper is my spice
||||||||| 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'
Porgy: He's not your son!! Stop torchoring me Ethel!!
Nabby: RFR rules
Dexter Fong: Thank youTweeny,
Jimmy L: danke danke
DJTweeny: you done be wekome, Mr. Fong
pinholeF200: Thanks for a fun time most people think I'm insane
Cat: He's your moon. Marry him in a mass ceremony in Pyong Yang
Nabby: Bland Friday
Slugs: creepies, jughead!
Nabby: Not insane!
Nabby: take care pin
Cat: pass the jug, and praise the amunition
Jimmy L: I've got extra white out
shoes for the dead: not responsible!
Dexter Fong: At ease Klong!!
||||||||| pinholeF200 rushes off, saying "10:43 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Cat: by pin. keep on pinning
Porgy: Thank you Firesign Theatre for all these years of comedy!!!
Nabby passes Cat a praiseworthy jug of ammunition
Cat: are you in antarctica, jimmy?
DJTweeny: Yes indeed, Porgy!!
Cat: some of them are still alive, porgy.
Cat: i think more is to come
Nabby: Og Ogleby 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."
DJTweeny: Brightens up my THursday evenings :-)
||||||||| 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!"
Mr. Bark Bark: Sounds like a bubble in a bathtub!
Nabby: Zactly bark
Jimmy L: not today
DJTweeny: Love The Bank Dick, fav of W.C.
Nabby: Good shtuff
Nabby: *applause*
shoes for the dead: icrophone orking?
Mr. Bark Bark: Don't you strike that child!
Slugs: u betcha
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Ralph: That was a trip
Jimmy L: ****
Cat: thanks again, tween
Nabby: thanks for the Tweenython of Firefun
Mr. Bark Bark: Ally Balloo...
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!
Ralph: big crowd tonite!
Slugs: thanks, what fun
Mr. Bark Bark: Yayyyy!
Dexter Fong: and the cchat runs by itself
Ralph: go Kurt!
Nabby: by itself
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Nabby: by itself
Nabby: by itself
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Nabby: bye everyone!
Dexter Fong: Did he say happy trials?
Merlyn: cu next wick
||||||||| At 10:46 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
DJTweeny: I did :)
Mr. Bark Bark: Trials, I thought.
Ralph: see ya on the funway!
Jimmy L: ty
Cat: by and hi and by again, merl
Mr. Bark Bark: Bye All!
Cat: again and again and again
Dexter Fong: Ruff!!
||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:47 PM train to British Columbia.
Porgy: After 40+ years, I still quote your lines!!!
Dexter Fong: night cat =)
Jimmy L: end on a still high note and this is a trip
Slugs: What time does garison Keiler come on?
Dexter Fong: I dunno I'm just a beautiful young man
DJTweeny: check with your local NPR station
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 10:49 PM -- DJTweeny left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween departs at 10:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: Night Dear Friends
||||||||| Jimmy L walks away to The Aviary.
||||||||| NancyKat enters at 10:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MacCat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from the common cold
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Porgy - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Slugs - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| NancyKat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) tiptoes in around 11:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh, shoot! Running late again, my Dear Ones! Do hope all of you have had a wonderful week.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): A word of caution: If any of you ever has any ideas about snorkeling in the Thames, don't do it!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I kept getting rammed by boats and giant fishes and something akin to the Loch Ness Monster.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, we must say "goodnight," but do learn from my mistake.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:44 PM.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:44 AM and Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello! It's past hours, but where can I get a priest? Phil? ... Phil?
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from measles
||||||||| 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
''Bob''
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
dude
Elayne
Frannie See
Glen
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
It's paisley again
Jimmy L
lily
Merlyn
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
not Ed
not insane
pinholeF200
Porgy
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Slugs
squeeze_the_wheeze
Ahh Clem
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http://firesignal.chromiumswitch.org/firesignal.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wtcn-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/phprandpebew.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



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