||||||||| 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 November 27, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule... ||||||||| 6:44 PM: Rufus_T_Firetween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!" ||||||||| New notice: '* NO FIRESIGN CHAT SHOW TONIGHT * Sorry, folks, but Rufus and Tweeny are taking the night off to eat some delectable munchies. Be sure to tune in next week for Proctor & Bergman's "Power" album. Gave a great Thanksgiving everyone!!' ||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rufus_T_Firetween?! It's 6:45 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!" ||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 27, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!" -- then he looks around at the empty room, looks at his watch, and mumbles "...am I early?" ||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something. ||||||||| 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 EWeston gets out at 9:04 PM. Dexter Fong: HeyEw EWeston: Figures most everyone is grouning somewhere, evenin Tweenet An Dex ||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Cat into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs. Dexter Fong: Hey Cat Cat: Hi tiny chat group ||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary. EWeston: An no show tonight, cat, hope everyone had a good T day Dexter Fong: Hi shoes shoes for the dead: Howdy Cat: Our Thanksgiving is in early October, we Cat: Hi shoes EWeston: Shoes hardest of the hardcore souls shoes for the dead: Ah what a wonderful supper! Cat: I had half a hamburger EWeston: I got to provide the green bean cassarole shoes for the dead: didja have the ham or the burger? Cat: i love green bean casserole Cat: actually neither. it's a burger made of pretend meat. EWeston: One my few cassaroles, added some carrots to this one Cat: i melted some gouda on it, topped with half a tomato and it was twice as much as i can eat. shoes for the dead: fuburger Cat: i have a very small appetite. EWeston: Amale groatcakes, army doctors EWeston: I did make about a gallon and a half of turkey chilie over the weekend ||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..." shoes for the dead: it's Jimi's birthday! Cat: do yanks know if everything is closed in your country tomorrow? EWeston: Catherwood give everyone some purple haze ||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone some purple haze. Dexter Fong: Cat: Tomorow is Black friday, everything is open and on sale Cat: i have to contact my mother's accountant in LA and her pension folks in Sacramento but assume nobody would be in their offices Cat: accountants usually dont do sales, dex EWeston: Its a working day for most folks Dexter Fong: that we know of Cat Cat: oh, ok ew. i'll try at least EWeston: Well a good evening to the hard core fans, The Hawks and the 49ers are whompin the stuffing out of each other. See yah on the funway ||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!" Cat: by ew Dexter Fong: Night EW shoes for the dead: yuppers, Park it and Lock it! ||||||||| 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!" Cat: i had a scary thing happen to me this afternoon. glad i'm here to chat Dexter Fong: Dp tell Cat: stuck in an elevator at my bank for 45 minutes. Cat: the only button that worked was the alarm but the bank didnt know the alarm was from the elevator. Cat: glad they finally figured it out and let us out. Cat: if they're that incompetent with their elevators, i wonder how competent they are with our money
Dexter Fong wonders if almost all the usual chatters knew there'd be no tweeny show tonight or if they're all somewheere eating Cat: maybe a combination, dex ||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did: ||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws ||||||||| EWeston - dead from dengue fever ||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress... Cat: maybe they're all trapped in elevators. Dexter Fong: lol Cat: when finally out, the manager lady said, i thought this only happens in movies. Dexter Fong: with no wifi so they can't even chat on their mobile devices Cat: the other guy in with me was a young delivery guy, who left his phone in his car. Dexter Fong: You don't have a cell phone do you Cat? Cat: no. dont really need one until F and I drive down the coast. Dexter Fong: So you'll buy one just for the trip? Cat: dont know. see how much i need it once back here. Cat: F has one which she uses mostly for texting, something i cant do with a compyuter Dexter Fong: I guess I'm gonna check on outta here...see you next week Cat Cat: ok dex. dont get stuck on your stairs. ||||||||| At 9:32 PM, Cat hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..." Dexter Fong: Thanks Cat ||||||||| "9:33 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds. ||||||||| 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."
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