A Firesign Chat
12/04/2014




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 December 04, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Mudhead bounds in at 7:01 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mudhead: It is with a sad heart that I report the news that Jimmy Lee has passed on. He was known here for years as ah,clem and ran the radio show for a long time.
Mudhead: I would like to commerate his memory and retire the ah, clem nickname. Lets all discuss it toniteeh?
Mudhead: I've got a lovely pair of knockers now.
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Mudhead: Catherwood get me a beer
||||||||| Catherwood gets Mudhead a beer.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies djtweeny into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:15 PM, then departs.
||||||||| At 8:15 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...
||||||||| "8:15 PM? 8:15 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTweeny enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:40pmET - visit Firesign’s web site at www.firesigntheatre.com **'
Mudhead: Toasting your chest nutz in front of the fire?
||||||||| 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) **'
||||||||| Uh... Jerry enters at 8:33 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (various artists) - 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) **'
Uh... Jerry: I'd love a drink, Catherwood. What would you recommend?
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Uh... Jerry and says "Stop typing gibberish, Uh... Jerry!"
DJTweeny: Hi Jerry, Mud
Uh... Jerry: Hello DJ, howdy Mud.
Mudhead: Get uh,,, Jerry a beer Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets uh jerry a beer.
Uh... Jerry: I was hoping for something more festive.
Uh... Jerry: Any chance of a glass of holly-berry juice?
Mudhead: get uh,,,Jerry a glass of holly-berry juice.
Uh... Jerry: And a tub of slaw!
Mudhead: Catherwood get uh,,,Jerry a glass of holly-berry juice
||||||||| Catherwood gets uh jerry a glass of holly-berry juice.
Mudhead: What is holly-berry juice
Uh... Jerry: Ecchhhh... this is warm!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat in through the front door at 8:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi Cat
Mudhead: Catherwood get uh,,,Jerry a COLD glass of holly-berry juice
||||||||| Catherwood gets uh jerry a cold glass of holly-berry juice.
Mudhead: Hit Cat
Uh... Jerry: Mudhead, holly-berry juice is the juice of holly berries.
Cat: hi mud
Uh... Jerry: Hit Cat? I hardly know her.
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Outside, the 8:39 PM downtown bus from Dallas pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mudhead: arent they poisonis?
DJTweeny: Hi late
Uh... Jerry: Only if you know they are poisonous.
Mudhead: your not late, we're all early
late: howdy
Uh... Jerry: ÁHola Cat y Late!
Cat: i try not to be dead. at some point, that wont be an option
DJTweeny: not so for Jimmy Lee(ah, clem), Cat, in case you haven't heard :(
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
late: howdy
DJTweeny: He died yesterday evening
Cat: bummer, tween. i did not know
Cat: he was a great guy.
Uh... Jerry: All the best people do.
DJTweeny: he was indeed
DJTweeny: Bambi is of course devastated
Cat: how is bambi?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:42 PM, dragging Hal O'Dali by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTweeny: I'm sure it's all a bit surreal for Bambi right now
DJTweeny: Hi Hai
Uh... Jerry: I have never seen this man in my life. I'll vouch for him.
Cat: hi phil
Hal O'Dali: Hey everybody!
Cat: that's terrible news, tween.
DJTweeny: yeah :/
Mudhead: Yes, its very sad. Id like to make a retirement of the ah,clem nickname in this chat.
Cat: goo9d idea, mud
Uh... Jerry: Hope I'm not stepping on any toes.
Mudhead: Very similar to how the team numbers are hoisted to the rafters
DJTweeny: Oh Grid no, Hai :)
DJTweeny: Happy to have you here
DJTweeny: Would like to see lots of new people in the chat :)
Cat: indeed, tween
Uh... Jerry: I've been here before. The System recognized me.
Cat: more people to hear my plays
||||||||| Catherwood ushers lily into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:49 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Mudhead: hi lily
Cat: hi cutey
lily: Cat DJTweeny Hal O'Dali late lily Mudhead Uh... Jerry evenin all and thanks DJTween for a laugh or twelve
||||||||| 8:49 PM: 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!"
lily: hey cat
Cat: well, someone older than me.
Mudhead: Hiya Dex
lily: everybody get enough cranberries?
Mudhead: Hey Cat, Im older than you
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
Dexter Fong: Hiyah fellow studs..er uh students
Cat: lily, you may be universes away from cuteness. I;n hyst riffing.
Mudhead: Im no student, I just wanna get gassed
Cat: just
Cat: wow, i'm not really in the univcerse of typing.
lily: Cat cute is in the eye of the typer lol
Mudhead: Another failure of typonese
lily: fingers don't fail me now
lily: and where did they put that b
Cat: no one has ever made a penny betting on my unstonedness, lily, as a very stoned pt barnum would say
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Harry Happy', just granted probation at 8:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
lily: all bets are oof cat
Dexter Fong: PT Barman?
lily: lol
lily: 3 rings and all
Mudhead: I'd like to send a collection to Bambi, as she is now faced with the burden of making final services for JL and such. As much $ as you can afford would be greatly appreciated. Paypal to LiLBambi@gmail.com
DJTweeny: Hi Harry
Dexter Fong: ..and one cocktail to bind them all
lily: catherwood cocktails please and a scotch for yourself
||||||||| Catherwood cocktails and a scotch fors himself .
Dexter Fong: Mud: I hadn't heard about JL's passing
||||||||| 8:57 PM: ''Bob'' jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Harry Happy: Yellow
Cat: lord of the rings cocktails?
Mudhead: It was something very quick Dex
lily: tan
Dexter Fong: "hey' "Bob"
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
lily: pearl clusters
''Bob'': Haven;t heard this song in a long time!
''Bob'': I actually have it on 45...
Cat: I'll have a Sauron Sidecar.
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze steps in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Mudhead: I want three fingers of cheap bar scotch
lily: with a chasser of loosners
Uh... Jerry: The bar is Elf-serve.
Cat: those aren't fingers
Dexter Fong: lol UH
lily: tenderless
Mudhead: Ive got the other knocker squeeze, its a matching pair of knockers
||||||||| EWeston steps in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 04, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: (T'S NINE OCLOCK
Uh... Jerry: Girly drinks are Gandalf-price.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ZookyFogg in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
EWeston: Is this it? Is Geary on??
Mudhead: Inundated by knockers
Dexter Fong: hEY ew
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Moorefield."
Beet: Evenin' everybody
Dexter Fong: aND zOOK
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM crosstown bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving caT 2 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 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 shoes for the dead plummets into the garden at 9:00 PM.
Dexter Fong: shessh
ZookyFogg: Evening, Folks.
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Beet: Power to the people right on
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Beet: Hi shoes and Zooky
Mudhead: hiya shoes
Cat: im trying to go onoine from other compter
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
lily: up with
Dexter Fong: Hi Shoes
Cat: fuck the what
EWeston: Right arm, out of state, and farm out!
ZookyFogg: Hey Beet
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze, EW, Zooky
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Nabby', just granted probation at 9:02 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
squeeze_the_wheeze: HI Dex and all
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
lily: keep on being tuckered
EWeston: Tweeney and the hoard. We come in pieces
Dexter Fong: Hey squeese
Cat: even at his worst, john lennon was still prety good
shoes for the dead: was this Bobby on sax?
Nabby: All power to nobody!
Beet: Hi squeeze and Nabby
Cat: hi na
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
shoes for the dead: Hey Nabby
EWeston: Gotta watch them Tuckers Lily
Uh... Jerry: Hi everybody.
Cat: y'all want to hear my beatles story?
''Bob'': HELLOOOOO!
ZookyFogg: Hello Lily and Tween and all between
Nabby: Hey T & S & C & B & Xyzzy
Mudhead: Hello everybody
lily: k
EWeston: Lo Uh Jerry
Beet: I wanr to hear a Beatles story
Dexter Fong: Well done "bob"< Late but loud =)
Beet: Happy trails uh Clem
Cat: Wow he was 5 years younger than me
ZookyFogg: Peace Clem
EWeston: Right Beet
shoes for the dead: see ya in the future, uh clem
Cat: Fuck that
''Bob'': Must be a lag in here.
Dexter Fong: NO LAGGARDS HERE bOB
Dexter Fong: nOR BRITISH CONVICCTS
late: ah clem we wish you a happy eternity
EWeston: How had the lag watch last?
shoes for the dead: not a lag, but a carraige bolt
Dexter Fong: but a lot of capitals
lily: speak for yourself
Mudhead: Please consider some small amount of donation for ah,clem with a paypal donation to LilBambi@gmail.com
DJTweeny: Bob, you can change the refresh rate by selecting CONFIGURE in the pop-up menu
Nabby: Well said Tween
Cat: spreak engrish, troop
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||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'pinholeF200', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Thanks Nabby
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
Nabby: Hi pin
ZookyFogg: Zooky Fogg One is wherever I am
DJTweeny: Pinhole made it to my Sunday radio show last weekend :)
shoes for the dead: hey pin
pinholeF200: Evening Tween, Nab
Beet: Hey Pin
Nabby: Read 2
pinholeF200: Hey shoes
Cat: i have seen far too much death of late
Nabby: uh clem!
EWeston: Semaphore in Mandarin scouts!
Nabby: flip flop?
shoes for the dead: pnp read macnam
EWeston: I didn't want to talk about my shoes
Dexter Fong: No, just a huarche
Dexter Fong: huarache?
EWeston: Gotta put your back into that one
ZookyFogg: Death feeds life. Death is not a bad thing. Circumstance can be tragic. Stage 2 or more otherwise.
||||||||| New notice: 'RIP Jimmy Lee Radcliffe aka Ah, Clem ** currently playing - “POWER” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE THIS ALBUM AT >> Out Of Print, but can be heard for free in the Radio Free OZ Podcasts at the iTunes Store **'
shoes for the dead: no, i feel fine, Dex
Cat: lay HIs egg?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts grog cluster in through the front door at 9:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: Hi grog
Nabby: indeed lay HIS egg?
late: damn
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Deputy Dang should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Deputy Dang enters and sits on the divan.
Nabby: Hello grog
EWeston: It was part of the divorse settlement
Cat: Fogg, would you p[refer death?
Deputy Dang: Sorry I'm late.
Cat: maybe not.
Nabby: Hi Dan
Dexter Fong: They cut all the trees down?
shoes for the dead: hey dang
EWeston: But fashinable
Cat: good qwork, tween
Nabby: g
Cat: youolre still ]alive, deputy
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Dexter Fong: H
lily: h
lily: i
ZookyFogg: At some point, perhaps.
Nabby: Hi lily
Dexter Fong: u?
lily: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Ah a rebus writin in a head code
lily: hi low
||||||||| 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: swing low
ZookyFogg: I already live forever. Just not this body that will shed me.
shoes for the dead: wide and far
pinholeF200: any English schoolboy could catch it
lily: yes they do
EWeston: He was in the fertilizer business
Cat: dead
lily: everybody poops
Nabby: beyond the comedy frontier.....
Cat: fogg, you dont know what you don't know
EWeston: That works with most fertilizers
Nabby: P + O + W + E + R
ZookyFogg: You don't know what I don't know there
EWeston: I knew you were going to say that!
Cat: i taped this from the radio when first broadcast
lily: I just broke out in tear laughter
late: just call my machine
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
Nabby: I just broke out
shoes for the dead: but how do you know that?
Cat: proc sent me a copy of this
DJTweeny: how do you every really know for sure?
EWeston: What do you call it, Jim.
Dexter Fong: Nabby: Slather yourself with lotion
lily: put that back where you found it
ZookyFogg: It's all to the flourish.
||||||||| 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: Nino slipped me a note.
Nabby: Slather is one fine word
shoes for the dead: b sharp?
Dexter Fong: I can be fined for saying that?
EWeston: A minus
ZookyFogg: I aspire to ascend to be what I was born to.
pinholeF200: sounds like original sin
shoes for the dead: wail for lunch
Dexter Fong: Theree are no original sins anymore
ZookyFogg: original chaos?
lily: is that a shrimp in your pocket
Beet: lol Dex
Cat: it's not That small, Lily
Dexter Fong: Anyway, it's a prawn
lily: jumbo of course
ZookyFogg: unbroken stream it has been
Dexter Fong: 15 count lily
ZookyFogg: Re-associated displaced memory
EWeston: Prawn of whose loins?
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lily: deviened dex?
Dexter Fong: Why prawn of the devilfish, of course
Nabby: back
lily: bottom dwellers
EWeston: That sounds pretty deviated too me
Cat: i wonder how much is happening in fireesign for sale land
ZookyFogg: fuller and more complete to the re-assemble
Dexter Fong: in the 10th circle of hell
shoes for the dead: I'm a prawn to noone
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Cat: are you folks happy?
Beet: prawn to prawn 4
lily: HAPPY
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:22 PM and Betty Jo Bialowski waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: You've got soul shoes, I think.
Dexter Fong: Pretty much Cat
ZookyFogg: something happened to no ones fault
Cat: last thursday, chat day, i was stranded in an elevator all afternoon. this was not fun
Cat: hi betty
lily: fawn prawns
EWeston: I'm busy, which is good.
shoes for the dead: hey Betty
Nabby: happy as a clam
Dexter Fong: Cat: You'relucky it wasn't a submarine
Nabby: Hi Betty
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DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: That's Bambi the shrimp
Beet: yo Betty
Cat: when we finally got out, the bank manger said, i thought this only happens in movies
Cat: fuck you, dex
ZookyFogg: A snowball downhill isn't free motion goverened by force of gravity.
lily: farmerrs market in the middle of the trees today happy
EWeston: Did they crawl in a hatch?
Dexter Fong: Cat: Maybe it *was* a movie, and they just didn't tell you
DJTweeny: Hi Deputy, missed you joining
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Betty Jo Bialowski exits at 9:24 PM.
Nabby: happy monkey happy
Deputy Dang: I missed it too.
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski enters at 9:24 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
shoes for the dead: ya Cat, check youtube
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
Beet: Even if not specifically stated, it's a movie anyway.
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| grog cluster - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ZookyFogg: Free motion and random event are part of any equation
Cat: too philip k dick for me
||||||||| Bambi_brokenhearted tiptoes in around 9:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
lily: friction never let anything keep movin
Beet: Hi Bam
Nabby: vodka blush?
EWeston: Most equations limit themselves, for good and bad reasons
Dexter Fong: Cat: Sometimes when you look behind the curtain, there's another curtain
Deputy Dang: Welcome, Bambi!
Bambi_brokenhearted: hi folks
ZookyFogg: I got rocks in my drink
Nabby: Hi Bambi
Bambi_brokenhearted: great to see you all
shoes for the dead: Hey Bambi
EWeston: Bambi, not a shrimp?
ZookyFogg: Matryoshka, Dex.
DJTweeny: Hi Bambi. So sorry about Jimmy Lee :-(
Betty Jo Bialowski: Hey shoes. Sorry I'm late. Just got out of my No-Impact Aerobics class. was
Dexter Fong: Hello Bambi, my condolencses
||||||||| 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!"
Deputy Dang: Seems like many of us are late tonight.
EWeston: Some of us have our tongue well under foot
Bambi_brokenhearted: yeah, me too Kurt
Dexter Fong: *smirk* EW
ZookyFogg: Pardon me if I'm missing a reality here tonight.
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Cat: Bambi, we are all on your side.
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks Dex
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks Cat
Nabby: Tween said a nice dedication tonight Bambi
Cat: Death is too mcuh to deal wiht
Bambi_brokenhearted: oh, man... I missed it?
EWeston: I'm fair, if incomprehensible
DJTweeny: It'll be in the archive Bambi, and I can send it to you as well
Bambi_brokenhearted: will have to get the show so I can listen to the beginning
Mudhead: It had me crying...again, but very well done Tweeny
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks Kurt
Bambi_brokenhearted: I would appreciate it
Bambi_brokenhearted: hey Mudhead
DJTweeny: will do
Nabby: Very cool Tween
Mudhead: I know Bambi won't say it
Bambi_brokenhearted: I will likely also be crying Mudhead ... been doin that since last night
Cat: I'm glad you came here. We are people here who appreciatred Uh Clem
Mudhead: but donations for JLs memorial will cost $$$, you can make a donation with Paypal to LilBambi@gmail.com
ZookyFogg: There are fewer heartbeats in this lifetime then there are stars in the night but I will shine on forever for I have been quickened in the river of light.
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Deputy Dang: Ooh! sound effects!
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Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
Dexter Fong pbserves zppky gettomg a;; third world on us
Cat: I am on your side, Bambi
||||||||| Outside, the 9:33 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Jim C. Fang coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: Hi Fang
EWeston: Welcoming another swell criminal.
shoes for the dead: hey Jim
Dexter Fong: Ah mister-a Fang, see!
||||||||| Lil sashays in at 9:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Nabby: Hi Lil
Mudhead: My oh my where am I gonna leave all these knockers
EWeston: Very old family the Fangs. Hi Lil
Lil: Hi folks
Nabby: Hey Jim
Cat: who wonna secona world war, you so smaat?
Mudhead: Hi Lil
shoes for the dead: hey Lil
Cat: hi lil
Lil: Park and lock it
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
EWeston: In a door factory?
pinholeF200: evenin' lil
Lil: Not responsible!
Dexter Fong: A car door factory EW
Bambi_brokenhearted: Thanks Cat
Lil: Evenin all
Beet: Hi Lil
Bambi_brokenhearted: hey Lil
Mudhead: a right conservate car door factory
Lil: Hey BBB
EWeston: You knock car doors. A tax rite off?
ZookyFogg: This Firesign material is great sitting out in the middle of the woods stuff.
Mudhead: no lefty liberal car doors here
lily: a screen door on a submarine
EWeston: Not as absurd as you might think Lily
shoes for the dead: suicide doors?
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: I recommend this fine Eyetralian sportivo with suicide doors for you
||||||||| Catherwood leads sickfox in through the front door at 9:37 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
ZookyFogg: I have an airlock to my complex
DJTweeny: Hi fox
EWeston: When in dry dock on a hot summer day, yes.
Mudhead: lily, we build submarines and yes they have a screen for their hatches for insect repellant
Cat: hi sick
Dexter Fong: Locking in those oxygens molecules, eh
sickfox: Greetings
lily: ew I kinda like the leddo deck
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “POWER” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
shoes for the dead: does your therapist help you with that Zok?
Mudhead: You dont want a poop deck in a sub
ZookyFogg: Better than drinking.
Dexter Fong: lily: I put you down for a poop decker
EWeston: They have to move the pool table out of the way.
DJTweeny: That's Hawkmoth! Isn't it?
Mudhead: the big boats have ping-pong tables
ZookyFogg: It's a mutual relationship.
Dexter Fong: You mean laura?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Harry Happy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: The insides a our modern subs is a very intricate space
||||||||| 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: it is, Tween
Bambi_brokenhearted: hey Brian
Dexter Fong: Mud: The big boats have tennis courts...hell, thay have Polo grounds
pinholeF200: Called up a story on a high school demonstration about Michael Brown, banner ad on the story was the local Cabela's featuring handguns for "Women's Concealed Carry"
lily: sunroofs
shoes for the dead: ground Polo is tastyy
Mudhead: no, the area between missle silos can have a ping-pong table
Dexter Fong: That's Pollo, gringo
EWeston: With frenched antenna ports
||||||||| "9:41 PM? I'm late!" exclaims sickfox, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
ZookyFogg: And that ain't a-a-a-lll
||||||||| 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: And tail fins that work.
Dexter Fong: and gills that double as air intakes
DJTweeny: Cosby's having a few problems these days...
ZookyFogg: I have an 11 story firepole.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: gills? count me in!
EWeston: Oh yah
Dexter Fong: You're thinking of girls Nabby, or perhaps grills
lily: thats just a tatoo
EWeston: What about us grils?
Bambi_brokenhearted: Catherwood, please give everyone their favorite lovely beverage to toast JL/Ah,Clem
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone their favorite lovely beverage to toast jl/ah clem.
Dexter Fong: U.S. grils are the best
lily: cheers
Bambi_brokenhearted :-)
EWeston: Ah, Clem
shoes for the dead: to Ah,Clem!
Beet: toasting my smoothie
ZookyFogg: Ad astra
Cat: to Awe
Dexter Fong Raises his glass to Jimmy Lee and Bambi
Nabby: no it's the curse of the deep ones
Bambi_brokenhearted: yep, for some reason it didn't like the comma?
Nabby: clink
DJTweeny raises his glass to toast JL. Say hi to Peter for us, buddy :)
late: to ah clem
||||||||| 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."
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks folks!
Cat: We are forevrer on your sidek Bambi
Bambi_brokenhearted: awesome :-)
Beet: uhclem was a cool guy
Nabby: 4ever
Mudhead: I'd like to retire the ah,clem nick, what say we all?
lily: aye
Cat: agreed
Bambi_brokenhearted: yes, Beet, he sure was and thanks!
shoes for the dead: yuppers
EWeston: Ok, but newcomers may need some slack
Beet: With full honors
Dexter Fong: Kinda hard to do Mud, unless Merlyn puts in some kind of a blocker
Bambi_brokenhearted: that would be wonderful to retire the ah,clem nick ... what a sweet thing to suggest
DJTweeny: Got my vote
Cat: merl is an occasional
DJTweeny: Merlyn can set up a message whenever someone tries to use it, as he has for catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to DJTweeny and says "Would you like something?"
Dexter Fong: Like the dude from Colorado? who proclaimed himself as the "Real Hemlock stones"
Nabby: Hear hear
DJTweeny: Not a problem, Dexter
Dexter Fong: Iteresting solution Tweeny
ZookyFogg: More is an extension of the fluke
||||||||| I can't chat enters at 9:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Mudhead: Any votes against? Don't feel pressured
DJTweeny: We had a problem when someone tried to use catherwood. Always triggered the bot when someone tried to address the chatter
||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTweeny
EWeston: The pulse of life
ZookyFogg: I must step outside my capsule for a brief gather.
Dexter Fong: THAT'S FUNNY tWEEN
DJTweeny: So the code has already been implemented
Dexter Fong: damn
Nabby: omg this "life" is pulsing
EWeston: Take off your clothes and bend over
Dexter Fong: Too muchtoo soon EW
EWeston: Blushes
Dexter Fong: You look good in red EW
lily: pretzels got nothin on ya
EWeston: Who's got the prothesis?
Dexter Fong: My agnostic is, not me!!
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Betty Jo Bialowski - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Jim C. Fang - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi_brokenhearted: ...
EWeston: My tongue certhes you
Dexter Fong: sepped on your tongue, EW
DJTweeny: Sorry about all the death references in this work, Bambi :/ Would have played something else if I'd known
Dexter Fong: atepped
Dexter Fong: stepped
Dexter Fong: Yey
EWeston: That was earlier. Its drilling for earl now
Bambi_brokenhearted: no worries Kurt ... I am listening but my brain is not assimilating ... I am having problems with my brain ... cotton in it, foggy and walking in molasses
shoes for the dead: dart em!
EWeston: Down in the tofu mines
DJTweeny: I can't begin to imagine, Bambi :(
Deputy Dang: Gag 'em!
Nabby: foggy (nods)
EWeston: Who was the alien I saw you with?
Dexter Fong: That's no alien, it has a green card
Bambi_brokenhearted: I don't recommend it for anyone
EWeston: And an atrctive green skin, nice.
caT 2: ok, im gonna try and not swear for a while
caT 2: i am so sorry for you, bambi
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Cat and ca T 2: Why have you doubled up?
lily: a wicked mile
caT 2: thar was a difrfernt computer, dex
Dexter Fong: Most of us have enough problems with one computer cat
caT 2: ok more swaring is needed here. many interations of cuk
Nabby: use words like darn and heck and drat, my favorite
shoes for the dead: ues the one that spells right
Nabby: smells right?
Dexter Fong: If you would swear, you should first be able to type legibly
Bambi_brokenhearted: well there are also all the ones from Johnny Dangerously too
caT 2: dthe giant drat of sumatra
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
DJTweeny: dear Grid, I should have played Bozos lol
EWeston: But spelling is optional
lily: If I can curtail it anyboy can
DJTweeny: considered it, should have gone with my instincts
caT 2: why amn i hearing nothing, tween?
Dexter Fong: lol AT. JUST A SLIGHT DEDUCTION FOR *DTHE*
Dexter Fong: I should type
Bambi_brokenhearted: Bozos would have been perfect LOL or Dwarf those are JL's favs
EWeston: Could you do my taxes?
DJTweeny: stream looks good, Cat 2
Beet: Fargin Iceholes
Bambi_brokenhearted: but any Firesign Theatre is great ... he loved them all
Bambi_brokenhearted: there ya go Beet lol
Dexter Fong: On the computer with theproblem ca T 2
caT 2: many, many, many swearwords
shoes for the dead: 4Q
EWeston: Curses and naughty names
DJTweeny: Tell you what Bambi, I'll so a special for him on Sunday
ZookyFogg: Watching the world spin there for a moment. Loco Luna tonight.
Nabby: 4D?
DJTweeny: Will ask you for a list of his favorite tunes & comedy :-)
Bambi_brokenhearted: very nice Kurt
shoes for the dead: lashes
EWeston: 4T
caT 2: good idea, tween
DJTweeny: ** If any you folks would like to join us >> 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
caT 2: it's hard enough to live in a world without my daughter. to live in a world without my wife is a not something i can imagine
Nabby: 4F
lily: will tune in tween
DJTweeny: that last link is the same place I put up the Firesign archives, BTW
Nabby: love RFR
EWeston: 4N
||||||||| 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: May the 4S be wit ya
ZookyFogg: To what degree points at it's best can the moon be seen at once from earth? 10 point question!
Bambi_brokenhearted: ...
ZookyFogg: Re-learning the curve here
Mudhead: I think Bambi is too shy to ask, but any amount of $ would sincerly help in this time, Paypal to LilBambi@gmail.com
shoes for the dead: Ethiopia, Zook
DJTweeny: The funeral expenses are expensive
caT 2: yes, we all want the best for Bambi
ZookyFogg: Thanks Shoes. It'll assist my REM
caT 2: my mother died a few weeks ago
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| I can't chat - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks Mudhead ... trying to get the money together for the cremation and memorial
caT 2: death aint cheap
Bambi_brokenhearted: no you are right Cat
shoes for the dead: do I get the points?
Lil: Life ain't so cheap either these days
Bambi_brokenhearted: so true Lil
ZookyFogg: Why don't we just give to each other or is that too simple?
ZookyFogg: Oh, yes. You can have 15.
DJTweeny: catherwood, please giver each other
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past DJTweeny
ZookyFogg: It'll save me a wikipedia search, Shoes.
Nabby: back
Mudhead: I would love to put money directly into Bambi's hands, give her a shoulder to cry on, and assist her in life, but I'm 800 miles from Dendron and Id prefer to give her the money of the trip
DJTweeny: good thought, Mudhead
Bambi_brokenhearted: and I did get that Mudhead
Mudhead: I heard that shes going to have a memorial and Im sure it'll be webcast
Bambi_brokenhearted: thank you so much
Mudhead: so if you had thoughts on traveling, lets give her some funds first, ok?
caT 2: we do what we can, bambi
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principal poop into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:16 PM, then departs.
DJTweeny: Hi P
ZookyFogg: 20 years ago it would of been a trip to the library.
Beet: Hi Poop
shoes for the dead: Poop!
EWeston: The real pooper?
Dexter Fong: Hey poop, welcome back
Nabby: hi ppoop
Mudhead: For everyone who doesnt know my best friend Jimmy Lee, aka asah,clem has passed away.
caT 2: reality is rarely encounteed here
ZookyFogg: What's the scoop, Poop?
Bambi_brokenhearted: hey Princep
Mudhead: We'd like you to help Bambi by making a donation via Paypal to LilBambi@gmail.com
||||||||| Around 10:18 PM, Principal poop walks off into the sunset...
Beet: pooped out
Nabby: P + O + W + E + R
EWeston: I sense connection issue
Dexter Fong: Don't think that was the more original poop
Mudhead: Lets all go to the lobby
EWeston: s
Bambi_brokenhearted: here's the blog that Adam/@ross549 put up for JL/ah,clem's
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
shoes for the dead: Hey NSA guy
Nabby: I'm hungry. We're all hungry so....
lily: Bambi_brokenhearted Beet caT 2 Dexter Fong DJTweeny EWeston Lil Mudhead Nabby shoes for the dead ZookyFogg to all goodnight thank s to djtween for everything and bambi so sorry
Bambi_brokenhearted: https://jimmyleeinicu.wordpress.com
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Nabby: Take care lily
EWeston: Strength Bambi
lily: nite nabster
Bambi_brokenhearted: I link to it from my blog that has a front page that will be updated soon
Bambi_brokenhearted: https://bambismusings.wordpress.com
EWeston: Eve to youLily
DJTweeny: bye lily
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks Brian
DJTweeny: have a great week
ZookyFogg: Take care, Lily.
caT 2: we will do al we can to help you, bambi
Beet: See ya Lily
Bambi_brokenhearted: see ya Lily
Nabby: Let's eat!
ZookyFogg: I darn my socks.
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks so much Cat
caT 2: by lily
shoes for the dead: Lets Eat!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
shoes for the dead: echo in here
EWeston: Get the echo nets out.
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hal O'Dali - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: wit wash
||||||||| New notice: 'RIP Jimmy Lee Radcliffe aka Ah, Clem ** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “BIG BROTHER IS WASHING”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ **'
Nabby: Harmless pogroms
EWeston: It'll just get dirty again
ZookyFogg: The general public is more of a threat.
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
||||||||| New notice: 'RIP Jimmy Lee Radcliffe aka Ah, Clem ** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE NEW CHINA REVUE”- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - YOU CAN PURCHASE DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS AT >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ **'
Nabby: ten huts
EWeston: Squirrels eating squirrels, my god that's sick.
ZookyFogg: Is it Ragtime, yet?
Nabby: What?
Dexter Fong: If you eat a squirrel thatg's eateen a squirrel *you'll be sick*
EWeston: Turn those knees in a safe direction
Dexter Fong: Turn that knee gun to fire on the tail gunner captain
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Bambi_brokenhearted: OK, I am listening but have to lay down ... head dropping to sleep ... great to see you all tonight
EWeston: Pure protein! Or was that the centipeeds?
Bambi_brokenhearted: so I will just allow myself to fall off
ZookyFogg: How about some pro-biotics eatting our intestinal properties?
EWeston: Clear and happy dreams Bambi
shoes for the dead: take care Bambi
Nabby: Understambibble Bambi
DJTweeny: Hope you can get some good rest, Bambi
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks to all of you
Dexter Fong: Goodnight and sadness Bambi
ZookyFogg: Take care and be well and a sandwich on me anytime
Bambi_brokenhearted: thanks :-)
caT 2: we are always on your side, bambi
||||||||| "10:33 PM? I'm late!" exclaims pinholeF200, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
ZookyFogg: I have aan original Nixon campaign button for sale. Hey, Hitler's watercolor fetched 161,000
Nabby: These four or five guys are crazy
ZookyFogg: I won't crook you on it.
EWeston: Gon't squeeze the chairmen
Beet: Be well and remember the good times
DJTweeny: 'not insane' is questionable at this point, eh Nabby?
Nabby: I question that!
ZookyFogg: And work on some new ones, Beet.
Nabby: Indeedy Tweeny
Beet: Straight ahead
shoes for the dead: smoke some water
Nabby is smoking water.
ZookyFogg: Every step and choice we make feeds the decline or flourish without discrimination.
shoes for the dead: gettin' al wet in the head
EWeston: Head first into the shallow end of the gene pool
ZookyFogg: Say I give you a cigarette and I'm feeding the decline. No?
shoes for the dead: I think someone peed in the gene pool
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Cat: lol shoes
Beet: and that's important
EWeston: That decline needs fattening
Dexter Fong: No worries Shoes, chlorine
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: A lettus and a frog shall lead yee
ZookyFogg: I have to go find a place to sleep. I really just want to take another 11 story firepole ride. That's be a guiness record wouldn't it.
Nabby: back
Nabby: (In 'n' Out 2 nite)
Beet: I'm going to check out for the night. All sympathies to close friends of JLR ah, Clem. He will be missed. Thanks to all and thanks to Tween for everything
EWeston: Yee gets lost too often
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Nabby: Take care Beet
EWeston: Hasty lombago Beet
Lil: Take care Beet
Cat: by beet
ZookyFogg: Limburger, Beet
Mudhead: Safe travels Beet
shoes for the dead: by Beet
EWeston: Thought Daisy was the Duckett
Dexter Fong: Daisy and the Ducketes
EWeston: Moke on the water
shoes for the dead: get down
Dexter Fong: Dewie, Louis, and the new Boys
||||||||| 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'
ZookyFogg: I'll have to send someone my Bus Driver poem sometime. You might like. I must do more listening. It's a multi-task. Be well and ad astra and my thoughts for all of you affected by your friend.
EWeston: OK mokes on the water for Zooky
Nabby: Proctor's rewind
Nabby: buns and gutter
EWeston: Buns and gutter
Dexter Fong: Night and thanks Zooky
Nabby: jinx!
EWeston: Duns and glitter
Nabby: Take care Zooky
shoes for the dead: gutter minds think alike
Nabby: Son of Flubber
EWeston: I'll be checking into the synchrnosity clinic tomorrow
shoes for the dead: fun of slobber
EWeston: Helloo sailor
Nabby: oh the synchmosity
Dexter Fong: EW: Don't be late,,,,,or ear;y either
EWeston: I'll put my best foot forward, and trip over it
Nabby: great stuff
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
Dexter Fong: Not if you walk backwards EW
''Bob'': honkhonk!
Nabby: I enjoyed myself very much thanks Tween
Dexter Fong: He's *back*
EWeston: I only do that with a gas stove over my head. No worries
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!
Nabby: Y'all take care & be groovy to boot
Uh... Jerry: Thanks folks. Great to hear all that stuff.
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
late: thanks man
Nabby: Trippy snails!
EWeston: Bye friends take care.
Dexter Fong: Night EW
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:54 PM.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves to catch the 10:54 PM train to Texas.
Lil: Night all
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Deputy Dang - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "10:55 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| drjawn tiptoes in around 10:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
drjawn: I missed it again
drjawn: gosh darn it awl
drjawn: let me collect my tipsy toes and back outa here
||||||||| At 10:57 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, drjawn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters at 10:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Is the conversation still going, Dear Ones?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where is everyone?!?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Late again...
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Lil - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bambi_brokenhearted - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Uh... Jerry - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Cat - dead from the yaws
||||||||| late - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from jaundice
||||||||| EWeston - dead from the common cold
||||||||| ZookyFogg - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| caT 2 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Nabby - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
Bambi_brokenhearted
Beet
Betty Jo Bialowski
''Bob''
caT 2
Cat
Deputy Dang
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
drjawn
EWeston
Hal O'Dali
Harry Happy
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Lil
lily
Mudhead
Nabby
pinholeF200
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
sickfox
squeeze_the_wheeze
Uh... Jerry
ZookyFogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=power-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://bambismusings.wordpress.com
https://jimmyleeinicu.wordpress.com
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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Compañero Señor Yämamoto

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Dexter Fong

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Elayne

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Bubba's Brain

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Bightrethighrehighre

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Boney

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Tween

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Porgie


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Peggy Blisswhips

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Audrey Farber

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Tiny Dr. Tim
Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

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klokwkdog
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