A Firesign Chat
01/29/2015




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 January 29, 2015 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "2:03 PM and late as usual, it's Nancy, just back from California."
||||||||| It's 2:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nancy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| DJTweeny enters at 7:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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) **'
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween in through the front door at 8:29 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Luger Axhandle', just granted probation at 8:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - warm up music (Jefferson Starship) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net) **'
DJTweeny: Hi Luger
DJTweeny: Nino says you're from Austin, kewl :)
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:41 PM and Miss General Dysfunction bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hi General
Miss General Dysfunction: Did she say something about the King? Balls, said the Queen, if I had them, I'd be King...
Miss General Dysfunction: Hello Tweeny!!
DJTweeny )
DJTweeny: :)
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
DJTweeny: I keep forgetting that
Miss General Dysfunction: I forget so many many things!
DJTweeny: Well, we're all a bit dysfunctional here ;)
Miss General Dysfunction: Good music, what a good night for Firesign fun
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 8:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: Hey Dexter
Dexter Fong: Hi fellow kids
Miss General Dysfunction: Greetings Dex
Miss General Dysfunction: who sings now?
||||||||| EWeston enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTweeny: Hi EW
DJTweeny: Paul Kantner and Grace Slick
EWeston: Hi Tweeny, Dex abnd some new to me.
Miss General Dysfunction: Hello EW
EWeston: Hows your breakers Miss
Dexter Fong: Hey EW
EWeston: Ever try Baron Von Toll Booth and the Crome Nun Tweeny?
Miss General Dysfunction: what what?
EWeston: I was thinking electrical dysfunction
Dexter Fong: breaker! breaker!
DJTweeny: an old favorite, EW
Miss General Dysfunction: the breakers are braking and refiring every whichway
DJTweeny: have lots of Starship vinyl
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and Cat waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTweeny: Hey Cat
EWeston: I've been thinking of breaking it out, I got a new combo amp today
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
Miss General Dysfunction: greetings Cat
EWeston: Sounds properly mad scieincey
Cat: i seem to have doubled myself
Miss General Dysfunction: Should definitely break it out with combo amp
Dexter Fong: Only seeing one of you cAT
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'scott', just granted probation at 8:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: there is only one of me
||||||||| 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."
Miss General Dysfunction: OneCatFromHereISee
DJTweeny: Hi scott
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Luger Axhandle - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: I think luger was a drinkin' man
DJTweeny: not on duty
Cat: not on duty
Cat: dex, good thing you're no longer in buffalo
Dexter Fong: not on duty
DJTweeny: lol
DJTweeny: Yeah Dex, hows the white stuff treating you?
Dexter Fong: Plenty of snow here Cat
Cat: just got a book from the library this afternoon called Bad Paper, chasing debt from wall street to the underworld. it takes place in Buffalo
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'lily', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Cat: the #1 job there is debt collector
Dexter Fong: Tween: I think some of that white stuff ogt up my nose backstgee
DJTweeny: Hi lily
Dexter Fong: Hi lily
lily: Cat Dexter Fong DJTweeny EWeston lily Miss General Dysfunction hi al and thanks djtween for a laugh or whateve
DJTweeny: had to split it with the sound effects man?
Miss General Dysfunction: Snow everywhere but here, so far way from my nose
EWeston: ke speakers for years. Now I know what they sound like when they sweat
Cat: surprisingly warm here. almost like vegas
EWeston: Nartke speakers
lily: got a little snow duster here
EWeston: Third try Hartke
Miss General Dysfunction: good gravy, sweaty speakers
EWeston: They's aluminum cones, They's krisp
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 29, 2015 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Miss General Dysfunction: here we go, hold on to your hats
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
lily: have not heard this before
Nabby: Where am I?
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
lily: over there
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
DJTweeny: You Are Here, Player
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'pinholeF200', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Miss General Dysfunction: Hi Nabby, you are home safe
EWeston: Nabby's in, is he sex crazy?
Dexter Fong: Hi Pin
Nabby: Greetings from the yeast and west
EWeston: That pinholes back too
Cat: 2nd hand drugs.
Nabby: Mostly home, mostly safe Miss
Nabby: Cheers Tweeny
pinholeF200: Howdy Dex, EW and all
Miss General Dysfunction: mostly mostly
Nabby: Hi pin
pinholeF200: yo nab
Cat: Catherwood, bring some first hand drugs for everybody
||||||||| Catherwood hands drugs for everybody.
lily: thanks cat
Cat: thanks, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood answers "You're very welcome!"
Miss General Dysfunction: i truly trust you cleverly tweeny
Dexter Fong: C'wood didn't follow your directions Cat
Nabby: Bless you Cat & Cath
EWeston: Wait! these drugs may be doped
pinholeF200: but are the dopes drugged
lily: its just coke cola 50 years ago
Miss General Dysfunction: wait, catherwood, i missed out and i must be included
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Miss General Dysfunction and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
EWeston: I drugged em good, trust me
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” - 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://www.amazon.com/All-Things-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00008BRBC/ref=ntt_mus_ep_dpi_17 **'
Nabby: This is good stuff Tween
Nabby: 50 years of coke
||||||||| shoes for the dead sashays in at 9:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Miss General Dysfunction: thanks for nothing catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Miss General Dysfunction and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Dexter Fong: Hi Shoes
Nabby: Hi shoes
EWeston: Hi shoes
Miss General Dysfunction: ola shoes
pinholeF200: howdy shoes
DJTweeny: Hi shoes
DJTweeny: Hi pinhole
shoes for the dead: had some yummy Nasi Goreng for supper
Nabby: Yum
Cat: turn those shoes into phones
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
Cat: never cared for indonesian food. too spicy for me.
shoes for the dead: it sure is
Cat: we were visiting some friends in holland in 1980 and asked them to take us a place for dutch food. they took us to an indonesian restaurant, telling us there was no such thing as dutch food
DJTweeny: This is another good album to give people to introduce them to FST
Miss General Dysfunction: i like a cartooooon duck
Nabby: the duck factor
DJTweeny: a boatload of concise skits
Dexter Fong: How BOUT dUTCH APPLE PIE OR DUTCH TREATS?
shoes for the dead: such fowl language
lily: fun funny fun fun
Dexter Fong: sorry
Nabby: Yepsk Tween
EWeston: Our fowl candidate
Miss General Dysfunction: get a wife
pinholeF200: Just watch for the creeping peril of the Dutch--going around cutting peoples doors in half
Cat: apple pie, treats, border. may i see your passport please
lily: double dutch treat
Nabby: Beat St. Jack is gone gone gone
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| scott - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: My ovens gone dutch
Miss General Dysfunction: triple dog dare
||||||||| 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: two lips
Nabby: Nooo Weston
shoes for the dead: two doors or wants to pay half?
EWeston: Quadruple dog stare
Nabby: Click here now
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:11 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Funfun Town."
EWeston: Just when we go out to diner
Cat: hey merl
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
pinholeF200: Be an accountant, or just look like one....
Miss General Dysfunction: holy smokes, a quad dog stare, that is zeerius
Nabby: Hi Merlyn
DJTweeny: Evenin' Merlyn
Merlyn: hey
shoes for the dead: hey merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
Cat: bb
EWeston: Merlys back, front, profile
pinholeF200: evnin Merlyn
shoes for the dead: Bark squared
Mr. Bark Bark: Sorry I'm late, just got back from the 808th Century-- via Robert Taylor and Turner Classic Movies... Look at this grape!
Nabby: Hi barkbark
EWeston: Now its ruff
Cat: meowmeow
Miss General Dysfunction: hisssss
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Turn in a terrorist today!
Mr. Bark Bark: Dogs and Cats, living together.
shoes for the dead: Dysfunction is leaking
Nabby: There goes one over there!
EWeston: The warning sign that your about to be disembowled
||||||||| Zooky Fogg enters at 9:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
lily: under where
Miss General Dysfunction: wait, uh, i'm ok now, whew
Nabby: Drawn and quartered
Cat: we had a dog and two cats for the past decade
EWeston: Under there...oops.
DJTweeny: Hi Zooky
Nabby: wonder wear
Zooky Fogg: Broad sweeping good evening to you all. Thanks Tween and all there to. Am feeling the Fire tonight.
DJTweeny: Hi Bark
Mr. Bark Bark: We just got a puppy. The 7 year old cats are NOT amused.
EWeston: Zookster
Cat: fogg
Mr. Bark Bark: Howdy!
Nabby: Just like the government
shoes for the dead: Zook!
Dexter Fong: Hi zook
pinholeF200: nice to see the Fogg has rolled in
Cat: must be vancouver
Nabby: Hott fogg
7 year old cats are rarely amused
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bort', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:14 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: Hi Bort
Mr. Bark Bark: Indeed
Nabby: It's Bort
Dexter Fong: It's *a* Bort
EWeston: I've got a seven year old burmese wanna be. He likes people, and hunts anything elsee
Bort: hola
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
Zooky Fogg: Tip of the hat, EW, Cat, Dex, Pinn and folks.
Nabby: Let's recreate the United Snakes
EWeston: You don't see many biborts
DJTweeny: A giant robot in the chat??
Mr. Bark Bark: I don't like to brag.
Zooky Fogg: There's a dog cart name, Nab
Dexter Fong: Then don't
shoes for the dead: like take it water skiing, Nabby?
Cat: i prefer billy bragg
Nabby: Precisely
EWeston: The last one is now under a pin in the drinking room
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, if you insist. These giant chromium arms have crushed the life out of many a dwarf.
Cat: if you find no one understands, start your own revolution and cut out the middle man
pinholeF200: leave me out of this
Cat: sure worked for the Firesigns
Nabby: All you have to fear is us, pin
Miss General Dysfunction: where, please, is the drinking room, unless I'm in it
lily: gota revolve
Mr. Bark Bark: You mean the doo-dah room.
Nabby: Pinata Transforma!
EWeston: Lets revolutionize our middle men. See how many rpms they can turn
Nabby: And regroove
Zooky Fogg: Chowder Power
Cat: any room i'm in is the drinking room, miss gd
Miss General Dysfunction: indeed, Cat!
pinholeF200: Middleman is one of those TV lawyers looking for clients/victims
EWeston: Lift the nonreturnable nondisposable zinc lined carrying case
Cat: better call saul?
Dexter Fong: Mort?
EWeston: What are we calling him these days
Dexter Fong: On a burn phone
Nabby: We are not allowed to kid
shoes for the dead: Dr. Boing ho Dung
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
lily: morrton when it rains it
Miss General Dysfunction: We're calling him right now
Zooky Fogg: Squeegy is undertaught.
Nabby: it pores?
Nabby: it's raining sweat
EWeston: And just in time. Pronoun optional?
Miss General Dysfunction: shine em, shine em now
Dexter Fong: Zook: I thought he was over ruled
Nabby: up my bong?
lily: salt escapes
EWeston: No that's the speakers
Nabby: they do not sleep
shoes for the dead: AWOL
||||||||| Outside, the 9:22 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: salt does not sleep either
Dexter Fong: Hi Beet
Beet: Hello everyone. Sorry I'm late
Nabby: Hi Beet
Beet: Hi Nab
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
EWeston: Beet, himself, choke...
shoes for the dead: and even Beet shows up
Miss General Dysfunction: labor i did, but now i rest so much, even though i still work
Cat: the late beet?
Cat: r.i.p.
Nabby: We were about to ostracize you but it's OK
pinholeF200: its alright maybe we are early Beet
Beet: Hey shoes, Cat
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
Beet: Hi pin
Mr. Bark Bark: You can't ostracize him, he's not a daquari!
Cat: rest is my work, miss
Miss General Dysfunction: high plates with dog attached
Zooky Fogg: Come to my house and you'll see flying saucers.
Nabby salts the couch.
Beet: mix me a cold one
pinholeF200: if he beets himself is he a philatelist?
Cat: you've got better drugs than me, zooky
Miss General Dysfunction: good pin
Beet: stamoing myself
Mr. Bark Bark: Aw, creepies, Mudhead!
lily: tighten that phlange
Beet: stamping
EWeston: It's pin, good
shoes for the dead: filled with fundamentals
||||||||| 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: Stamping them out
Zooky Fogg: I've gone through the best china and am working with paper plates these days.
Miss General Dysfunction: pin it good
Nabby: Paper plates are
EWeston: Phangist for everyone catherwood, two for the NSA guy
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to EWeston and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
shoes for the dead: the Rev!!!
lily: catherwood leave ew alone
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to lily and queries "Something I can help with?"
Miss General Dysfunction: hello nsa guy, whoever you are
EWeston: He can be so testy
Nabby: the new china
Mr. Bark Bark: Amscray, Usterbay!
Miss General Dysfunction: testingly testy
pinholeF200: Catherwood is being kurt tonight
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside pinholeF200 and queries "Did you need me?"
EWeston: Do we have room for a new China
Nabby digs whistle music
Zooky Fogg: If I said I prepare my own food in response to a Presidential Dinner invite what might the reprecussion be?
DJTweeny chuckles at pinhole
Miss General Dysfunction: new china would fit in south florida, moving toward cuba
Nabby: What barkbark said
lily: put yer lips together and
Mr. Bark Bark: Look in the Cabinet.
Nabby: duck lipz
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:28 PM and Johan Amadeus Myjetski sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Nabby: obese people with no desire to sue me hahaha
Zooky Fogg: What Nab said.
lily: rasberries for fun and profit
Cat: johan
shoes for the dead: we be JAM'n now
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Yo Cat!
Nabby: *strawberry*
DJTweeny: Hi Johan
Cat: get bach to where we once belonged
lily: boo berry
Miss General Dysfunction: yammin
Nabby: Hey Johan
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Greets, DJT!
pinholeF200: greetings J A M
Nabby: Johan Solo
Zooky Fogg: Johan the Amedeus man.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: N
||||||||| 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: Mystery fruit preserve us
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hiyas, Nabbster!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Porcelain', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
DJTweeny: Hi Porcelain
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh My Oh My Oh My!
Nabby gives you a thumbs up!
Miss General Dysfunction: alive but not available
Beet: Hello Johan
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hi Zooky
Beet: hi porcelain
Nabby: Great jokes (groaners)
lily: but but what?
Cat: porcelain
pinholeF200: Hi Porcelain, didn't know you were coming....
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: duck duck what?
shoes for the dead: goose
EWeston: In Klatchian that means I hope your camel explodes Nabby
Miss General Dysfunction: duck what what?
lily: goozey lucy
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Nabby: More Beat St. Jack --gone gone gone
Zooky Fogg: I just swallowed a blue pill I thought was Valentines Candy. Oh, the irony.
Nabby: Does it EW
DJTweeny: lol EW
Nabby: Need umbrella
Cat: just saw an ad for a new novel, Kerouac Off the Road, the premise being he's still alive.
Mr. Bark Bark: It IS Valentines' Day candy, if you know what I mean...
EWeston: A vitamin suppliment by any other name
Miss General Dysfunction: Zooky, happy evening...
Zooky Fogg: Will be finding out.
Nabby: Whales have exploded
EWeston: Source Terry Prachett
pinholeF200: a drug is anything that chemically changes your body
Zooky Fogg: Hey Miss.
Cat: funniest book i've ever read is Paperback Writer, a novel about the still alive beatles, now making hideous music
lily: your 3 hour time has begun
Nabby: But I'm winning
Miss General Dysfunction: Didn't Jack go up in a firecracker?
||||||||| Elayne steals in around 9:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Nabby: Greetings Elayne
Cat: no, drank himself to death in 69
Miss General Dysfunction: Hi Elayne!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Evening, E!
Cat: Hey El
Dexter Fong: Hi E
lily: Hi E
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: Hey Elayne!
DJTweeny: Hey E
Mr. Bark Bark: Elayne!
||||||||| 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: I think I need another minute or too
EWeston: I'm Prachett's second volume of the science of diskworld
pinholeF200: Sup Elayne
Zooky Fogg: I'm a super dowser.
Cat: you're a volume, ew?
EWeston: Elyane good evening
Elayne: So, did everyone survive Snowpocalypse? We got like maybe 4" of snow.
||||||||| Mark Time invites you to watch and listen to Firesign’s XM Radio Performances Watch The Firesign Theatre In Action!
Dexter Fong: It's EW's new speakers, the Krupkeys
EWeston: I'm some where in there, I think. It's pretty good if a bit dense
lily: dust here e
shoes for the dead: we have none and it was 40 today, El
Nabby: Nothing left here Rainier exploded
lily: krup u (best line ever)
EWeston: You could be fined for that Dex
Elayne: My friends in Long Island got socked pretty hard.
Zooky Fogg: Babies come October.
Beet: One of the worst bad calls by the meteorologists
Miss General Dysfunction: Krupkeys are making my world new and amazing!
Zooky Fogg: What will they be named?
Elayne: Dex probably had it worse than me, usually the Bronx is much worse than Manhattan but not this time.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Felt like early spring here today, hi 50s
Nabby: A good blizzard is never anticipate...able?
Dexter Fong: Beet: Not really, Ntl weather got it about 90% right
lily: weather guessers
Elayne: We're still pretty cold, Saturday morning is supposed to be awful.
Mr. Bark Bark: We will tell you when to be afraid.
Nabby: fnord u?
Dexter Fong: Elayne, we had better than 12 inches
Nabby: That's a goodly amt for sure
Miss General Dysfunction: don't you guys always bring your boys along?
EWeston: Close to 60 and sunshine in the spacific Nordvest
lily: we sending up anuther nor easter e
Dexter Fong: Miss: Mine's parkling the car
Elayne: Zoicks, Dex. My homeward commute from Manhattan was really horrid on Tuesday, I can well believe it.
Zooky Fogg: Chowder Powder for the ski slopes.
Nabby: Hair o' the Dog
Elayne: Thanks Lily, but I'd rather not, just the same.
Mr. Bark Bark: Make mine mayhem.
Nabby: anudda nordern mystery
Dexter Fong: E; YOU WENT TO WORK tUESDAY??
Dexter Fong: SORRY FOLKS
lily: sorry E I just call em as I see em
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Watching 'Sons of Liberty ' this week, I kept wondering, was Ben Franklin A hero or a pothead?
Dexter Fong: Damn!!
Elayne: Oops Dex, I meant Monday afternoon. The days are all sort of merging together...
Miss General Dysfunction: tacomaSauer?
shoes for the dead: she can shout, don't hear you
Cat: probably both, johan
Elayne: Monday felt like a Friday, Tuesday felt like a Sunday, yesterday felt like a Monday, today who knows...
Dexter Fong: E: Tell me about it...I'm retired
Nabby: Regular, unleaded or dinoresidue?
||||||||| johnzone1 waltzes in at 9:40 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: It's mostly dome like Miz
Cat: jz
Mr. Bark Bark: Ben Franklin was a beloved source of STDs to dozens of hard working young women.
Zooky Fogg: Ben is a pain in my ass still with daylight savings.
Nabby: Hi johnz
Miss General Dysfunction: and i'm right
||||||||| cyberhoutz enters at 9:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Nabby: Merry X-15
DJTweeny: Hi john, cyber
Cat: cyber
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Beet: This a great collection of sketches
Nabby: Jello cyber
Dexter Fong: Looks like an attack of the killer z's
Miss General Dysfunction: pigthemedwindchimes
lily: it seemed like only yesterday
Zooky Fogg: Love his glasses, though, and gives me ideas.
Nabby: it was only yesterday har har har
Nabby: yes Miss, I love then 2
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EWeston: Tell it to the Xmuse Bunny kid
Miss General Dysfunction: a clueslessKluxclanner
Nabby: *tinkle*
cyberhoutz: Anyone know were to get a sign reader?
DJTweeny: Stop, Yield?
Zooky Fogg: My neighbor can read.
Miss General Dysfunction: i will signs for a price
lily: its built right into the dashboard
Nabby: Crippled flip frogs, whoops!
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: I get mine from a convienient grade school
DJTweeny: Antelope Freeway 1/128th of a mile?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I had an aunt who could read signs, cure warts, all sorts of of things
Miss General Dysfunction: if you lived here you'd be home by now
Nabby: everything is built into the dashboard now
lily: wow I live here and I am home right now
pinholeF200: heal the sick raise the dead
Mr. Bark Bark: Plus the government.
EWeston: Hock the loogie
Zooky Fogg: Wow. Me too.
Nabby breaks out the moose juice.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Heal the dead & raise the sick
Miss General Dysfunction: oh thank goodness, moose juice
lily: did someone pass the fox
shoes for the dead: I'll pass out the groat clusters
Nabby: Is that moaning across the cornfield or a news crew?
EWeston: Distiled in Minnisota, by real mooses
Mr. Bark Bark: No, but the exit did.
lily: todda
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: It's in the water, that's why it's yellow
Nabby: Reel Minniesnowta Muus Juus
Miss General Dysfunction: sure, come on in, there's always room for one more......
Zooky Fogg: How do you approach a bear?
Nabby: Don't know.
Miss General Dysfunction: from the side, with a menu?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: A bare what?
EWeston: By mistake usually
Mr. Bark Bark: Heh heh
Zooky Fogg: Appeal to it's senses with a wow there?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Lol, EW!
Nabby: What's a democrat?
lily: they demo cratz
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: What's wiff wepub-wiccans?
EWeston: Another mythological beast
lily: you ask what a cratz is?
Nabby: I saw that demo at the cratz show
Mr. Bark Bark: If you push them hard enough, they will fall over.
EWeston: Damocrats per the FST
Zooky Fogg: I took a demo ride
shoes for the dead: but this is incomprehensible!!!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Deviant testlicles!
Nabby: What a cratz is?
EWeston: I'll bet somebody felt foolish setting in the middle of the road
Mr. Bark Bark: They go in, they must come out.
Nabby: Is what a cratz?
lily: nab ratz that eates catz
Zooky Fogg: If any one asks, I'm not Wilson Carter.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: I've never eaten anything but gummi Indian hearts--no pork
Mr. Bark Bark: If anyone asks, I'm not Nancy Crater.
Nabby: Zap!
shoes for the dead: and I'm not Joe
Mr. Bark Bark: And he's not Ed!
||||||||| 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!"
Elayne: Ah well, between the shower and the smokes I don't think I'll be lasting as long as expected. Oh, and the cold. Going into the room with the space heater on... Next week all!
Nabby: Bong!
Zooky Fogg: Check, Bark.
Nabby: Once you go black....
Mr. Bark Bark: 'Night, Elayne.
Cat: by el
pinholeF200: see ya El
lily: Bye E
Nabby: Take care, Eeee
EWeston: Good eve Elayne
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Miss General Dysfunction: night, elayne
shoes for the dead: heat that space, El!
Zooky Fogg: Be well E
Dexter Fong: Night E
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Nite-nite, dear E
Nabby: Will it blend?
lily: the bark tasted just like tree
pinholeF200: shouldn't panky in your hankie
Nabby: some parts are edible
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
shoes for the dead: tastes like pork
Cat: good thing it didnt taste like pork
Zooky Fogg: Can you simplify?
Mr. Bark Bark: Have another bite.
Nabby: grit your lips!
lily: cloven hooffed
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze bounds in at 9:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Zooky Fogg: Cloven mind
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Gird your lions
squeeze_the_wheeze: I heard there was a party here...
EWeston: Secure your brooders
pinholeF200: was trying to grid my loins
||||||||| 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: I'll guard your lions if you get my goat
DJTweeny: Hi Wheeze
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Zooky Fogg: Shore up your pecans.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| johnzone1 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Porcelain - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
lily: ella fonts
shoes for the dead: hey squeeze
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Sup Squeeze
Nabby: Hey squeeze
EWeston: Ware the nut fall.
Nabby: ella fontsgerald
Dexter Fong: Hey Weeze
Beet: hi squeeze
squeeze_the_wheeze: sorry so late...i hope all is well
Nabby: Kachoo
||||||||| Outside, the 9:55 PM uptown bus from Orlando pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Cat: squeeze
pinholeF200: yo squeeze
shoes for the dead: was all ill?
llanwydd: good evening, dear friends
Cat: hi llan
DJTweeny: Hey Llan
Beet: yo llan
Dexter Fong: Hey llan
Zooky Fogg: Coo Coo
Nabby: Hey llan
shoes for the dead: llan!
EWeston: Squeese the illan
pinholeF200: llan, howdy
Zooky Fogg: Hi, Llan.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Llan!
llanwydd: missed last week
||||||||| Outside, the 9:56 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Lil coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: OOOPS
DJTweeny: Hi Lil
Nabby: Hi Lil
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shoes for the dead: hitin' the buttons again
llanwydd: Hey Lil!
Mr. Bark Bark: Darling Lil
Dexter Fong: Hi Lill and mazel tav Tween
Lil: Rats second week in a row
DJTweeny: hmmmm, what's that glowing red light that says 'missile launch'?
shoes for the dead: peyote fingers
Cat: Hi Magill
Beet: hi Lil
llanwydd: rats?
Dexter Fong: Call an exterminator Lil
Lil: Hi gang
Nabby: fire one
pinholeF200: hi Lil
lily: don't point that thing at me
Lil: Ok you're an exterminator
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: DJT's option - command!
Mr. Bark Bark: No, no, not you-- you, the man with NO SHOES.
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: I have a simulation in the studio, the shalac is still drying tweeny
pinholeF200: Tween, have to enter the launch code--00000000
Zooky Fogg: Remember when you could burn in a barrell in the backyard in the city?
Lil: Why are we congratulating our Tweeny
Nabby: incoming love bomb
lily: the end of the show as we hear it
Zooky Fogg: Must enter counter 00000001
Lil: I actually have this album
Nabby: It's Tweeny's 9,000th broadcast
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Zooky Fogg: Thought I had that auto-set.
DJTweeny: last cut of the album, the show is far from over...
DJTweeny: another hour of fun ahead :)
llanwydd: dfghjklertyucvbnkjhgty
EWeston: Is tht a doppler, or a time warp?
pinholeF200: what happened to the other 8999 broads?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: He's a self-realized man!
Mr. Bark Bark: The last cult?
Lil: Oh goody
llanwydd: that's like saying "testing"
Lil: another hour
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Nabby: they vanished mysteriously
lily: I know just funnen tween
Zooky Fogg: I'm getting a drone.
Dexter Fong: Sounds like it Zook
Cat: fun's where the fair is
EWeston: Another victim of mysteria fu
Mr. Bark Bark: Try speaking more musically.
DJTweeny: 'too many zeroes...'
Cat: before it gets you, fogg?
Dexter Fong: lol Cat
shoes for the dead: you will need a worker and a queen too, Zook
Zooky Fogg: Field Science.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Gets us all in the end...
lily: zook for pres 2016
Miss General Dysfunction: goodbye to my 401k, it was fun for awhile
Zooky Fogg: Thanks for the clue, Shoe.
pinholeF200: which end
Nabby: Zook for president and vice president
lily: it just tumbled outta my hands
shoes for the dead: Not Insane!!
EWeston: The penultimate with expensive effects end
Zooky Fogg: Thanks for the vote Lil. Might I persuade you to vote Gracie Allen instead.
Miss General Dysfunction: more sugar'
Nabby: I'm back to a 48k
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: If he's going to be president, does he know why the orange bird lays its eggs in the air?
Mr. Bark Bark: Gracie Allen, my niece in Atlanta??
Dexter Fong: ZOOK; is she running again?
lily: My idda lupino zook
Nabby: Radio dish free nuts?
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, she's not MY idea of a Lupino.
EWeston: Barbra Billingsly is still waiting in the wings.
Zooky Fogg: I always vote for her.
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm Phil Lupino
Beet: Hi Peter
Cat: barbara eating all the chicken wings again?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Bark Bark - you gotta radio that dishes nutz?
EWeston: Not my little latin Loopy Loop?
Miss General Dysfunction: I'll fill the peeno
Zooky Fogg: I'm also in love with her but so isn't Goerge.
lily: one vote one person less yur dead ya get 7
shoes for the dead: and Manila Envelope
Nabby: I'm not dead I feel happy
pinholeF200: here in Illinois, vote early, vote often
Zooky Fogg: Infuse and alleviate
||||||||| Catherwood enters with late close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Dexter Fong: Tha's my Cousin
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Nabby: Hi late
EWeston: It's like banana's. I see them, I eat them.
lily: that poor little dwarf nab
late: howdy
Mr. Bark Bark: You're late!
Nabby: Catherwood hand me the piers.
||||||||| Catherwood hands Nabby the piers.
EWeston: Early not late
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Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Better Late?
Nabby: I meant to do that.
pinholeF200: hi late
late: yes, got busy on less important things, good to be here though
lily: yeah ya did
Nabby: Let's eat!
shoes for the dead: Lets Eat!!
Mr. Bark Bark: Good to be anywhere, at our age.
EWeston: Don't hog the rat pizza
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Nabby: I never lie and I'm always wight.
Beet: I think the violinist had a few too many.
Zooky Fogg: But did you have dinner is my question?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Even two places at ounce
Miss General Dysfunction: duke earl, that great linebacker
Nabby: echo in ear
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lily: eat drink and be Mary
EWeston: Ah the twin ounce delima
Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, time to go walk the dog, if you get my meaning...
Miss General Dysfunction: sure, earth penguin
shoes for the dead: here we are ridin the A train
||||||||| 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: I'd rather be idda
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I'm drifting, what's up with that?
Nabby: Get down
Zooky Fogg: I could play Mary. I'm secure.
Dexter Fong: Check your speakers EW
Nabby hands Zooky a Mary suit.
Miss General Dysfunction: just grab the first sound out of those speakers, hold on
EWeston: Which doppler is that?
Dexter Fong: The Ganger dopple
Miss General Dysfunction: the dip-doppler
lily: sub woofed to the max
Zooky Fogg: Wow. Some knickers.
Nabby: Red shift or blue shift?
pinholeF200: doppler ganger
shoes for the dead: -3dbi
EWeston: Devilish doppler
Nabby: Red fish or blowfish?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Shift happens...
Nabby: That's true Johan so true
lily: tie die your jellyfish
Zooky Fogg: Do you have a size 42
EWeston: Purplish from my eyes, and that's insane
Miss General Dysfunction: red fish blue fish
Nabby: Express your thang
lily: oh that just not pretty
Nabby: Let it all hang up
Miss General Dysfunction: the what?
EWeston: I'll put it in the steam cabinenent
lily: put a boe on it
Dexter Fong: Express your thong overnight to you next dewtination
shoes for the dead: hanging..............
Miss General Dysfunction: mobeele
Miss General Dysfunction: dey don't no
pinholeF200: mobius deja vu
EWeston: I only dewbie dews
Cat: gives a whole new meaning to Super 8
Miss General Dysfunction: bopshebop
||||||||| 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."
lily: soo do wa dew wop
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Moby us loop
Zooky Fogg: Scat begat scat
Nabby: Snake bites its own tail
Dexter Fong: Great Scott
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Scat happens, too, if you let it
EWeston: Sounds soggy
lily: whoa here is comes again
Nabby: Sounds sordid
Miss General Dysfunction: Great F Scott
Zooky Fogg: Great Scat
DJTweeny: George C. Scott was great in Dr. Strangelove
Dexter Fong: That's usually the sign of upper mid-range interference EW
Nabby: Scoodly rebop
Cat: who wasn't, tween
EWeston: F. stop Firesign, again
DJTweeny: true, Cat
DJTweeny: Sellers was brilliant
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Have you ever seen a big plane like a 52?
Nabby: Indeed Cat & Tween
shoes for the dead: out of phase, EW
Nabby: Sure Johan
DJTweeny: that's not me lol
Dexter Fong: uhoh
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: And they said nothing fazed him...
Miss General Dysfunction: loved Slim Pickens ridin the bomb
EWeston: I'll get the techno ants right, left(?) on it.
Beet: what just happened. deja vu
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, dust on the needle?
DJTweeny: that was their actual recording
Nabby: The Matrix
pinholeF200: i can walk, i can walk
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, unhit Restart
lily: bend quickly
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Miss General Dysfunction: this week is every week
DJTweeny: I think they put that in there to make DJs jump out of their skins lol
Zooky Fogg: Dust in my pants. The pill ain't doing nothing. So much for the early Valentine gift.
Cat: tell us when you can fly, pin
Nabby: http://youtu.be/G2eUopy9sd8
pinholeF200: no my wings were cut off
shoes for the dead: try your hat, Zook
Miss General Dysfunction: Zooky, o sad, dull evening
Nabby: it's app demonz!
Dexter Fong: Mind control tweeny
EWeston: Put the whip to those trons
lily: zook nibble from the other side
Zooky Fogg: I'm good with it.
Miss General Dysfunction: sure, here onthe middle of the record, not my fault!!!
pinholeF200: goats in the machine
Cat: mars penguin
EWeston: Groats in the macaronie
lily: flapping earth eaters
Miss General Dysfunction: hubcats
DJTweeny shakes his walking cane at his DJ rig
Nabby: Terrifying time loop: The man trapped in constant deja vu http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-30927102
Zooky Fogg: Goats in my spaghetti.
Miss General Dysfunction: djtweeny is excused
Dexter Fong: Donb't do that Tweeny, you'll fall down...again
Nabby: Spagoaty
EWeston: See them smile
DJTweeny: I really they were riffing on an Electrician bit
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: On top of Spagoaty
Cat: speaking of Spago, has anyone here ever eaten at a Wolfgang Puck restaurant?
Cat: his name sounds Firesonian.
DJTweeny: mics cutting in and out, which they have done on may occasions
EWeston: A goat spa?
Miss General Dysfunction: skeered to
Zooky Fogg: I couldn't eat my plate of spaghetti as a kid until I stated saying it as that instead of sketty.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Or another 3rd red eye
Cat: i've only had his frozen pizzas. wonder if a non-frozen one would be worth checking out
Nabby: Pisketty
||||||||| 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: pisgetti?
shoes for the dead: basketty
Miss General Dysfunction: piskretty
Nabby: kidgin for sketty
EWeston: Getti what unc?
Dexter Fong: reSSY TO PISS
Nabby: stop torturing that mutant blue
||||||||| 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: good old French scholarship.
Zooky Fogg: Pasta is pasta.
Dexter Fong: tape over that CAP key
Lil: And don't forget the meatballs
Miss General Dysfunction: altogetha now
shoes for the dead: evreyone sing
lily: hand over the tongs and we won't speak of this again
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: I love great music...
Cat: the lads sure love to sing
DJTweeny: indeed
DJTweeny: and good at it
Beet: I like the way they changed up the lyrics on this one later
Nabby: so it's tongs is it
Zooky Fogg: Don't tell the sketty master I said that.
Miss General Dysfunction: gonna bring him back in three days....ooooh
DJTweeny: a bit of Martian Space Party in here
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cyberhoutz - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Bort - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Down safe & sound
EWeston: Tongs a lot
Miss General Dysfunction: hit him with rhetoric!
Zooky Fogg: You can't lose what never was there.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Trailing clouds o' glory
lily: tongs for the mamor
Miss General Dysfunction: living in dizzeyland
EWeston: Tongs are pro grape
Nabby: pluck your magic tong Froggy
Cat: get the measles
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Tongues 4 d mamalries...
Nabby: poetry is groovy
Zooky Fogg: Sanity is a crazy idea around this house and how it will stay as long as I have the keys.
shoes for the dead: snap snap
Nabby begins to twist.
Miss General Dysfunction: i've got the scientific blues
EWeston: You say tongues till yuo see the bill
pinholeF200: no only half the keys
lily: go man go
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Had to split with the sound guy?
lily: all 88
shoes for the dead: frosrbite on my knees
Zooky Fogg: I have a 2 key life right now.
Miss General Dysfunction: oh polar bear baby won't you rolllllll on me
Dexter Fong: Phil P is just fucking amazing
Cat: i'm sure his autobi will amaze us even more, dex
Zooky Fogg: Low low low low lowwww
Beet: Kind of zoning out. Thanks everyone. Thanks Tween. G'Nite.
EWeston: Talk to Dr. Tooky Tooky Bird
Cat: 4.5 pounds of grass, fogg?
Miss General Dysfunction: helium cocktails all around catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Miss General Dysfunction and mumbles "Would you like something?"
EWeston: Rest well Beet
shoes for the dead: see ya Beet
Cat: by beet
lily: bye beet
Nabby: Later alligator
Zooky Fogg: High High High High High
pinholeF200: au revoir beet
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Beets til next time
Nabby: I mean Beet
squeeze_the_wheeze: see you on the other side
Miss General Dysfunction: zooky, was that sly? high high
Cat: keep it sweet, beet-tik
Zooky Fogg: I can fly.
Zooky Fogg: do ray me
Cat: so can anyone with a plane ticket
Dexter Fong: doh!!
EWeston: Da du roon roon
shoes for the dead: Rae
lily: throw yurself at the gound and miss
Dexter Fong: DaDa Rune Rune
Nabby: try to catch a vortex
Zooky Fogg: Just me and my Wii
Nabby: ride the wild wind
pinholeF200: now bring me that horizon
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:33 PM and mahatma57 waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Its colapsed!
shoes for the dead: ride the broken wind
Cat: she's busy now, pin
Dexter Fong: Coming up: One Horizon
Zooky Fogg: Great music.
DJTweeny: Hi mahatma
Cat: hi ghandi
mahatma57: Look at my nose!
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Give me that gitar!
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Cat: i see you've just returned from rome
Miss General Dysfunction: hot damn
pinholeF200: is it Roman?
EWeston: I've got a fly awatter
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Hi great soul!
Dexter Fong: Looks like a botox incident maha
Nabby: All power to nobody!
shoes for the dead: hold it up to the mili, mahatma
mahatma57: Roman in the Gloamin'
shoes for the dead: mike
Nabby: Hi Mahat
pinholeF200: with 40,000 headmen
Cat: havent heard that tune in a long time. probably my favourite Traffic tune
Miss General Dysfunction: traffic
Zooky Fogg: Sunday Cometh. Chowder Power.
||||||||| 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: althogh Hi Heel
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: But they to stop & reload
Cat: Boys is almost as good
Miss General Dysfunction: consumers on downers
mahatma57: Ah lurvs youse guyz..
Miss General Dysfunction: yes, high heeled boys, good good
EWeston: Get down with the downers
pinholeF200: found a secret cave where they obviously stashed the lute
Zooky Fogg: People out of it is funny.
||||||||| 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!"
lily: fancy feats'
Dexter Fong: Pin: Haut Boy
Cat: speaking of secret caves, there is a great firesign mushroom play, which ends in a secret cave
Cat: Sesame Mucho
Dexter Fong: I thought that cave was supposed to be secret?
shoes for the dead: what does the cave secrete?
Dexter Fong: You could only refer to it as a *hole on it's side*
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: And the wepub-wiccans
EWeston: Please, don't do that with your teeth
Zooky Fogg: You bunch of spelunkers.
Dexter Fong: Who you calling a splunker
Nabby: I thought that was a Don Martin sound effect.
lily: there will be oxugen when we get there
Nabby: Spelunk!
Zooky Fogg: The bunch of 'em
shoes for the dead: patented?
Dexter Fong: Just hold your breath
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: now hold it over here
EWeston: They're swell
Dexter Fong: Only when they see you EW
shoes for the dead: put some ice on them, EW
lily: get that outta my ear
Zooky Fogg: Go with a buddy into the crystal withins.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Without your space helmet Dave you're going the to find that rather difficult
EWeston: Must be the new phernomes
Dexter Fong: Bend over i CAN'T HEAR YOU LILY
Cat: i wonder why there is so much static on this
mahatma57: "the sound of space, man.."
Nabby wiggles his ear.
Dexter Fong: It's only your geiger counter Cat
lily: Daves head was too big for the helmuts on board
Zooky Fogg: I believe you on this one Dicky
Cat: am i the only one who hears this?
shoes for the dead: same here, Cat
pinholeF200: i still have the greatest enthusiasm for this mission
Cat: this isn't on the cassette i have of this show
EWeston: We'll form a committee to study the issue
Nabby: Sounds good hear.
lily: dex I hear though osmosis
||||||||| "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!"
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Deteriorated tape?
mahatma57: "When in Doot, reboot"
Dexter Fong: That's philosophically absurd man, how can *I* know what *you* hear
Zooky Fogg: This is good harmonica chopping music.
Nabby: David Osmosis
Cat: if so, i would assume that Taylor could fix that
DJTweeny: yeah, likely the source
Nabby: The ol' hemp grower....
lily: and his sister Dame edna
EWeston: What's good smashing accordine music?
shoes for the dead: a banjo
lily: Zygoat
Dexter Fong: EW: Astor Piazolla
EWeston: Thanx Shoes
lily: zdi goats
Dexter Fong: Altyhough he plays the bandaneon
pinholeF200: saw a cooking show where they were shredding vegetables with a mandolin
EWeston: Its good to get your back into your cooking
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Dexter Fong: I gotta originaal 1947 Les Paul "Potato Masher"
EWeston: Disarmed I hope
DJTweeny: I hear he also made guitars
Zooky Fogg: It's come around again. Thanks everyone. I'll be getting my device switched out this coming week and may or may not be here but I will be here. Ad Astra folks.
EWeston: For a zookier tomorrow
DJTweeny: be good Zooky
Nabby: Oh no I'm sprouting zygoats
Cat: come again, fogg
shoes for the dead: by Zook
pinholeF200: see ya Zookster
DJTweeny: Didn't know you played guitar, Dex
EWeston: Feed them some lint
lily: Bye Zook 2016
Nabby: Take care Zooky
DJTweeny: lots of music on this particular show
Zooky Fogg: Be well and endure Fire Heads.
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: DevFogg's rollin' out nite Zooks!
pinholeF200: i'm giving up lint for lent
lily: lint from the tiny navels of zebras
Cat: indeed, tween. i used a lot of this on my Firesign Music show
EWeston: Lightweight
DJTweeny: which reminds me Cat, please let me know if there's something you'd like me to play
DJTweeny: email me
shoes for the dead: lint weught
||||||||| 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'
Cat: i will tween
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Point touthur
Nabby: Nixon made my skim curdle
DJTweeny: P.S. folks, that archives link about also includes the latest FST Chat show
EWeston: Usually it was just milk
Miss General Dysfunction: he cool cat, but pajams not fit rat
DJTweeny: *above
mahatma57: I got my ear pierced the night he resigned..
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: If ever a prezedent needed breaking, The Nix wuz it
lily: I am not the vrook of your arm
Cat: of course i'm cool.
Cat: i'm in canada in january
Nabby: An army crook?
Miss General Dysfunction: everything is for sale
lily: the breeze blew my nose
EWeston: Good, the leg was missing a vrook
Nabby: Cool as a Canadian cumberbatch.
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Nabby: Hey hey hey!
EWeston: Hey its been mitcondrial folks see yah
Dexter Fong: lol Nabby
Cat: by ew
Miss General Dysfunction: it was all too much, all too good, good night to all
Nabby: Take care EW
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Bye EW!
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
mahatma57: "I'll kiss a pig, I'm not proud"..
pinholeF200: the Tex and the Mex left the Nix so he just decided to get it on with the dogs
DJTweeny: my pleasure :)
Cat: same to you, miss
lily: bye nite ew
Nabby: They have such nice noses.
Nabby: Cheers, Miss
Miss General Dysfunction: thank you tween!
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
pinholeF200: thanks for the laffs Tween
Dexter Fong: Indeed thanks Tween, and think nothing of those two er uh little fox pawses
Cat: we always enjoy ourselves here, tween
Nabby: Wild stuff and loved the foe paws that refreshed, Tween
Dexter Fong: yes thanks to Merlyn
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Nabby: Mitosis! (time to split)
Nabby: Thanks Tween
mahatma57: Nytol..
Cat: ok tween and everyone, see you hear next week
squeeze_the_wheeze: see ya'll next week
Nabby: Nite all & be safe & groovy!
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Twixt, n Tween! Til next time I'm... Who am I again?
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Cat by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Miss General Dysfunction: night nabby and all, as always, a wonderful time
||||||||| "Hey pinholeF200!" ... pinholeF200 turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
lily: Thanks for the laught DJ Tween and all be good and saty lofty
Dexter Fong: salty?
Miss General Dysfunction: sultry?
Johan Amadeus Myjetski: Psaltry?
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
Nabby: Whoops, away!
||||||||| "Hey Rufus_T_Firetween!" ... Rufus_T_Firetween turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:56 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| At 10:56 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...
Dexter Fong: nice outro tween
Merlyn: seize ya!
Merlyn: necks time
Dexter Fong: Lemme go
||||||||| 10:56 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
mahatma57: Play more music!
Miss General Dysfunction: no, leMEgo
Miss General Dysfunction: difficult to leave while frenh horns playing
||||||||| Miss General Dysfunction departs at 10:59 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Johan Amadeus Myjetski - dead from measles
||||||||| Zooky Fogg - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| EWeston - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| lily - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the yaws
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| late - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Bort
Cat
cyberhoutz
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
Elayne
EWeston
Johan Amadeus Myjetski
late
Lil
lily
llanwydd
mahatma57
Merlyn
Miss General Dysfunction
Mr. Bark Bark
Nabby
pinholeF200
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Zooky Fogg
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://www.amazon.com/All-Things-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00008BRBC/ref=ntt_mus_ep_dpi_17
http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-30927102
www.dishnuts.net
www.firesigntheatre.com
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://youtu.be/G2eUopy9sd8



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