A Firesign Chat for May 09, 2013 [6 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 6]
HTML version at
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20130509.html

||||||||| 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 May 09, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 3:41 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 3:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 4:35 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 4:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "8:19 PM? 8:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rufus_T_Firetween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rufus_T_Firetween enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| 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 DJTween falls out at 8:26 PM.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood enters with IAMU FUZZY close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:44 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
DJTween: lo dere
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Happy Birthday Billy Joel :-)- 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'forescore', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| mrme tiptoes in around 8:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
forescore: ducks as the canon fires
DJTween: welcome fourscore
DJTween: hope you make five
||||||||| Catherwood enters with nowhereman close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
||||||||| TitaniumBob steps in at 8:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'seriousprofessor', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:54 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Merlyn should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Merlyn enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's Jules, just back from Billville."
EWeston: Just another day riding fench posts and chasing down despirate inlaws
||||||||| "Hey Jules!" ... Jules turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:58 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Woody coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 8:58 PM: dirtwolf jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:59 PM, dragging NickyNikNikNik by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
DJTween: Hi Woody
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 09, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| 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 CS disembarks at 9:00 PM.
Merlyn: hey tween, woody
NickyNikNikNik: Hello Friends...
Merlyn: cat
CS: Hi all
DJTween: Hey cease
seriousprofessor: Good evening.
Merlyn: NickyNikNikNik!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and shoes for the dead bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Hi Cease, looks like a crowd today
shoes for the dead: howdy
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM.
DJTween: new 16k stream up for the bandwidth-challenged :-)
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'dherrenvt', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
NickyNikNikNik: Howdy shoes
EWeston: Interesting entrance PP
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "whoamusanyway should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as whoamusanyway enters and sits on the couch.
Merlyn: good stuff tween
whoamusanyway: i forgot the key
Principalpoop: who me? how did I get in?
EWeston: Psst C minus
shoes for the dead: are you sure you are in?
EWeston: I have you here plummiting into the garden
Principalpoop: i have not plummetted in years
NickyNikNikNik: PrinciplePoop is so in he's out man
Principalpoop: i thought the thumpa thumpa thumpa frightened you, like the tell tell heart
EWeston: How bout plumbs do you plumb? No messy details please.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - ROLLER MAIDENS FROM OUTER SPACE - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/phauromafrou.html'
Merlyn: did you leave the key with the sound man?
Principalpoop: red greenback and the blue boys, yassir
NickyNikNikNik: Thanks! Rocky...
EWeston: Comon Jesus!
Principalpoop: i stuck in my thumb and pulled out a plum
||||||||| NickyNikNikNik hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's NickyNikNikNik?! It's 9:06 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DJTween: Sorry for the intro. As Robin Williams would say, "rented lips" lol
shoes for the dead: stop for gas!!
Principalpoop: come on come on jesus
CS: sounds like something mary magdalene would say
EWeston: A Grim tale no doubt
Principalpoop: just put the mouse on line you are reading tween hehe
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Deputy Dan inside, makes a note of the time (9:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
whoamusanyway: did we pass one?? no no , but the fox did
DJTween: I'd be interested to know if anybody is trying the 16k stream
Principalpoop: i almosted did, but didn't
DJTween: Hey P, it works!
Deputy Dan: Works on my iPad
Principalpoop: mary margarine, give me butter
||||||||| Catherwood escorts SunnysideTurner inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: and btw Mr. Smart Arse P, I can do Skype if you like :)
seriousprofessor: Yes, I'm on the 16K stream. It's doing fine.
Principalpoop: not with me, and the dogs wants out too, brb
DJTween: Would love to hear Skype from anyone who wants to talk about their FST experiences :-)
DJTween: kewl serious
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| TitaniumBob - dead from measles
||||||||| mrme - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| IAMU FUZZY - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: can we IP into the 16k stream?
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Shadow should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Shadow enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bones into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:10 PM, then departs.

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 6]
shoes for the dead: the 16k is a little muted
DJTween: ohhh, you very need robot protocol to do IP
||||||||| Catherwood leads Porgy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:11 PM, then departs.
DJTween: volume-wise, shoes?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:12 PM and late as usual, it's PickinUpThings, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: 11khz is pretty muted
shoes for the dead: yes
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Charles Throat close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:13 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Rufus_T_Firetween: yes volume, or yes high-end?
Porgy: This is probably better listened-to with headphones...like back in the day.
PickinUpThings: shout. i can't hear you.
shoes for the dead: volume
Rufus_T_Firetween: like Ossman's How Time Flys, all the FST on this solo album
Porgy: Actually, this is one of the few FT albums I've never heard.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with cctops close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
DJTween: wow Porgy
DJTween: a must-have
EWeston: Some really good lines in this...thing.
||||||||| George Stevens sneaks in around 9:14 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: lissen close now
George Stevens: SWITCHBLADE PITCHFORKS!!! Yay!
PickinUpThings: everything is full volume what am I doing wrong listened two weeks ago
Principalpoop: okay back
Porgy: Unfortunately, I can't stick around for long. I do a morning radio show, and 3:20am will come WAAY too soon!
Principalpoop: burn that candle at both ends
PickinUpThings: aha. everybody WAS having more fun...
EWeston: And nibble onthe middle
Porgy: I'm afraid my wick just isn't as long as it was back when...
Principalpoop: hehe he said nibble on the middle hehe
Porgy: Good band name!
PickinUpThings: yay
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:17 PM and Beet sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: when you wake up and it feels like the morning after, but there was no night before, that is aging
Beet: Howdy! Let's have some fun
DJTween: ** If you'd like to Skype-in to the show, just give me your Skype name in private and you too can be a radio star
PickinUpThings: ethel's been spending a lot of time in that time machine
Principalpoop: ok, guess what?
EWeston: Hey its fat free, sugar free, and comes in purty colors
||||||||| Outside, the 9:18 PM downtown bus from Quebec pulls away, leaving Koyemsi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Porgy: Who are they talking to? And how do they make their voices do that?
DJTween: she's lost her octane?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts AhClem into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:18 PM, then departs.
Koyemsi: I think I've stumbled upon the origin of "Malmborg in Plano"
DJTween: Hi Clem
AhClem: Shoes for Industry, Compadre!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:19 PM bus from Washington pulls away, leaving Elayne coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: don't be koy, tell us
DJTween: oops, wrong clem
Principalpoop: hi E
DJTween: Hey E
EWeston: Now only sectane around the house now
CS: Hi El
Koyemsi: An old issue of the Saturday Evening Post has a list of all the insurance firms in Illinois
CS: This time next week, we should have a new provincial government, a Good one for a change
DJTween: Hi Sunnyside
seriousprofessor: Koyemsi, What about "quid malmborg in plano?"
DJTween: I grew up in Bowie, MD
EWeston: Yow She made it.
PickinUpThings: are we dreaming the same dream now?
Koyemsi: And there's a Malmborg Insurance Agency in Plano, Illinois
Beet: Plano had something to do with Plano, Texas I theeeenk
Principalpoop: oh koy, oh boy
Koyemsi: We know that Phil Punter lifted the phrase off a lighter he found
Principalpoop: that is it
Koyemsi: Maybe it was a freebie from that insurance agency?
CS: Good thing you didn't grow up inside David Bowie. That would have been uncomfortable
Koyemsi: MALMBORG IN., PLANO
PickinUpThings: must have been a heavy lighter
Elayne: Dang, i cant join in until im home. sorry folks
PickinUpThings: YOU'RE SOBER ELAYNE GO HOME
||||||||| Artie enters at 9:21 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: oki doki
DJTween: Wakeman played keys on Ziggy. I like that one
DJTween: Hi artie
Principalpoop: the guy from warehouse 13, cool
Artie : Hiya
PickinUpThings: catherwood's been spending a lot of time in the barn
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's 9:21 PM"
PickinUpThings: and talking about the time

Deputy Dan: Works on my iPad

EWeston: Three 45's upcoming
PickinUpThings: what'd you get in?
DJTween: a whole 135?
Porgy: I was born in Fresno!
DJTween illuminates the illuminati
Beet: The Ultimate distraction of Twin Bulges
CS: Austin was born in Denver, so that makes you more Fresnon than him
PickinUpThings: euell gibbons references. we're officially old.
Principalpoop: what was bowie famous for tween?
PickinUpThings: that DOES look like ethel!
Principalpoop: a knife? hehe
||||||||| Outside, the 9:24 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving uncle willie coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Charles Throat: Porgy did you listen to Jackie Globenfelt's dad on the radio?
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bones - dead from the yaws
||||||||| dirtwolf - dead from the yaws
||||||||| dherrenvt - dead from the common cold

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Artie : Hew Tween, how long should it take to load Roller Maidens in my player?

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 6]
Charles Throat: Happy Harold Globenfelt
EWeston: A fine Bergman rant
Principalpoop: try the 16k if the 128k keeps buffering
shoes for the dead: hey! that Jamaican works, this is starting to make sense!
||||||||| 9:27 PM: Mudhead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
DJTween: depends on your connection, Artie
Principalpoop: hi mudhead
EWeston: Porgy hide the booze
||||||||| George Stevens says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, George Stevens exits at 9:28 PM.
PickinUpThings: aw mudhead is that all you think about, talkin about things??
DJTween: Happens with a few seconds here in Austin, but then I have broadband and I'm broadcasting to another computer locally
AhClem: 128K is working fine here in Sector N
Principalpoop: mister stevens, arriving
PickinUpThings: catherwood's a cab from way back
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to PickinUpThings and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
Charles Throat: He the king where I come from!
CS: better a cab than a cad
PickinUpThings: does this look indected?
DJTween: probably returns pretty fast from ATT Texas
EWeston: RB&TBB does honky tonk.
DJTween: _great_ country music parodies on this album
DJTween: nice work, Mr. Austin :-)
CS: better than the music it's parodying
Koyemsi: Anyway, just wanted to tell somebody about my Malmborg theory; I've never done the Firesign chat before
CS: is that austin on guitar?
DJTween: yeah, often lol
EWeston: Yaz!
Principalpoop: parodying? parodolizing?
DJTween: excellent production
CS: welcome, koyemsi
EWeston: A new one for me K
Charles Throat: I'm here about once every 5 years
Koyemsi: Thanks :)
Principalpoop: you fit right in, I thought you were an old shoe
EWeston: Only during the mating season then?
Charles Throat: Exactly E
DJTween: P, have you seen the movie Wag The Dog?
DJTween: highly recommended
Principalpoop: like a cicada throat?
PickinUpThings: don't be mean to koyemsi
||||||||| 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 doctron gets out at 9:32 PM.
Principalpoop: it was a good one
Charles Throat: I confess I never made it through this LP, not a country fan
CS: lots of new folks here of late
PickinUpThings: let me know when you've seen the dog wag the movie
Charles Throat: He likes it that way
Koyemsi: Doctor Dog?
shoes for the dead: i like nick exxon talking out of both sides of his mouth
PickinUpThings: that looks like ethel
shoes for the dead: or is one his ass?
PickinUpThings: I'dlike to know who they're in the grip of too
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens at Wiki - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roller_Maidens_From_Outer_Space
PickinUpThings: worried about ethel? join the club
Porgy: Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Porgy and says "You rang?"
PickinUpThings: that damn fresno
CS: whatever happened to ethyl?
Charles Throat: She got regular
PickinUpThings: waterboarded
Principalpoop: Mertzed
Porgy: Roll us up a couple of bombers and leave them on the side table.
DJTween: Wag The Dog - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wag_the_Dog
PickinUpThings: the devil season
Principalpoop: country people city people
DJTween: Infirmo!
EWeston: We're doomed!
Porgy: Catherwood, please escort me to the door.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Porgy to the door.
||||||||| Around 9:36 PM, AhClem walks off into the sunset...
Charles Throat: Aaaand that's enough of that lol
EWeston: Bye guys
Principalpoop: always walk on the sunny side of the street
Porgy: Good night, everybody! I really have to go.
Principalpoop: night night
Principalpoop: you too porgy
CS: by porge
PickinUpThings: you gotta start early if you're gonna stick it out
Koyemsi: my mother didn't talk to me much
Beet: bye porg
PickinUpThings: staslling
Charles Throat: Poor kid
EWeston: When invited to a long walk down a short pier, waterwing are an approve dating acessory
Principalpoop: who was the officer on west side story?
Charles Throat: Krupke
CS: krumpke?
Principalpoop: officer crumpet, i had it tough
Principalpoop: ahh yes, thanks lol
PickinUpThings: gotta go folks abysinnia
CS: by pick
Principalpoop: ciao now brown cow
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SunnysideTurner - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| whoamusanyway - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| cctops - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Artie - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| uncle willie - dead from jaundice

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

EWeston: Chow! now, or soon.
Principalpoop: the plot thins

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 6]
Charles Throat: Anyone care for a little krumpke and coffee?
||||||||| "9:40 PM? 9:40 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Anus_Buttwhumper should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Anus_Buttwhumper enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: anus has returned
EWeston: Its that new para miricle diet.
seriousprofessor: I like October Blind, the duck-flavored coffee!
Beet: Holy Book of Holes!
Charles Throat: Smells like real pork
DJTween: Catherwood, please give seriousprofessor some Duck Soup
||||||||| Catherwood brings seriousprofessor some duck soup.
Principalpoop: catherwood, give DJTween some Mock Soup
||||||||| Catherwood brings djtween some mock soup.
seriousprofessor: Thanks, Catherwood. That'll help clean up the karma.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to seriousprofessor and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
EWeston: Regular just doesn't do sexy
DJTween: Who you callin' a mock turtle?
DJTween never mock turtles
Charles Throat: Duck!
Principalpoop: I just like the word mock, mock mock, I sound like penguin on batman
EWeston: Never boar a turtle
seriousprofessor: says to Catherwood, "the foxtrot."
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to seriousprofessor and queries "Did you need me?"
DJTween thinks Charles is a quack
Principalpoop: cs is goosey
EWeston: A western canvasback I believe
Charles Throat: My passing worries UCLA
EWeston: That's some serious gas
Principalpoop: a relation of daisy
Charles Throat: Ethyl?
shoes for the dead: on, regular
EWeston: Her sister Methel
Charles Throat: Methyl and the Ketones
||||||||| At 9:47 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, seriousprofessor!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'seriousprofessor', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:47 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Beet: High Octane?
EWeston: Damn, I played with them!
Charles Throat: (that's a bit of an academic joke there, for the professor)
shoes for the dead: did ya have a gas?
Principalpoop: nitrates are cheaper than day rates
Charles Throat: Never say yes if a bass player invites you home
Beet: did ya have gas?
EWeston: Do to the pressure they remained in a liquid state
Principalpoop: or a bass fisher
Charles Throat: Yes krumpke always makes me bilious
Principalpoop: ok, i know billowing, what does bilious mean?
Charles Throat: Stand back, I'm having a rerligious experience
Principalpoop: i will place my face on the monitor, to share
Principalpoop: ouch, my nose
Charles Throat: Yes Mistress
EWeston: I keep mine in my hand
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:54 PM and Elayne waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Charles Throat: I did too until I got arrested
Elayne: There, that's better. Evenin' all!
Principalpoop: like the guy in the movie, where he sings happy birthday at the wake
EWeston: She's baaack
Charles Throat: Hi Elayne
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anus_Buttwhumper - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| PickinUpThings - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Porgy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| forescore - dead from measles
||||||||| nowhereman - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from the common cold

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

Principalpoop: WB E
Elayne: I really, really can't do chat from my phone, don't know why I tried.
Charles Throat: Ahhh someone I remember lol
Elayne: Three beers, that's probably why I tried.
CS: welcome back
CS: goldilocks too?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:56 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Ralph Spoilsport coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: hey ralph
DJTween: I need a new car!
Ralph Spoilsport: Hiya Friends...
EWeston: Because otherwise I msyteriously vanish
Koyemsi: Bye, Nobles
||||||||| Koyemsi departs at 9:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Elayne: Of course, now that I'm home I keep yawning and I can't see straight, so there's that.
EWeston: How's the used body parts business Ralph
Beet: The Three Beers
Charles Throat: What about Barnes?
Elayne: My closest friends! I think I left a couple of them behind in the ladies' room.
Elayne: But that third one went right to where my head would normally be.
EWeston: Lets leave the children out of this
Elayne: Grid bless Guinness. I have lots of iron now!
DJTween hands elayne some dress shirts to iron
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Charles Throat: hands DJTween some socks to aluminum
DJTween: Dress shirts are of course an odd new NY style for women lol
DJTween: al-u-minium?
EWeston: The Islamamophobes are still spewing today, some now on the liberal media
Charles Throat: Ah, Canadian!
DJTween: you can call me Al
Charles Throat: Thank you Jesus
DJTween: be careful how you pronoun ce that word, Charles. Might mean something else ;)
Charles Throat: And Susej is his only byproduct
Elayne: So Cat, I finally watched that link you sent me. I love it, I'm going go use it as tonight's Silly Site.
Beet: There should be a religion just for religious bigots from all religions. Unity based on division!
CS: maron inspace?
Elayne: For everyone else: http://www.ifc.com/shows/maron/maron-in-space
DJTween: The Unity Church Of Hate Of The Your Religion

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 6]
CS: funnier than maron's actual tv show
Charles Throat: Yes mistress
Elayne: Cat, Jill (the one who originally got me into Firesign 30 or so years ago) will love it, she's a big Maron fan.
DJTween: Marc Maron was on Bill Maher's show recently
EWeston: The rose in the teeth is a nice touch
CS: we dont get hbo here, at least on my cable tier
||||||||| 10:06 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
CS: maron mentioned he was on conan this week and i should be able to watch that online
Charles Throat: See you all in another 5 years... I am the real Charles Throat, accept no imitations...
DJTween: >> Charles Throat: Yes mistress
CS: by charles
Beet: Take 5
Charles Throat: Got the entire torrent on my phone... gotta love the 21st century... maybe... later heads
EWeston: No tip? bye anyway till next we swin up stream and clack our beaks
||||||||| Charles Throat leaves at 10:07 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
DJTween: lol EW
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Shadow - dead from intense demonic possession

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

DJTween: they're dropping like flys
EWeston: Synchronocity struck, again. :)
Elayne: Okay, I definitely can't keep my eyes open. But at least I've blogged. Night all!
||||||||| At 10:11 PM, Elayne scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
CS: by el
EWeston: Bye E think going to check out too, So long till next time again.
Beet: Bye' E. Enjoy the sleep
CS: by EW
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:12 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs EWeston by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Beet: I really do miss this voice and this mind.
||||||||| "10:16 PM? 10:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "JaxMandrake should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as JaxMandrake enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
JaxMandrake: good evening dear friends
Beet: Hi, Jax. Welcome back.
JaxMandrake: sorry I missed just about everything
JaxMandrake: did anything explode that I should have seen?
Beet: Several new folks. New to me anyway.
Principalpoop: listening to oz, hi jax
JaxMandrake: the thumb's an electronic sub-etha device, the roundabout's at Barnard's Star six light years away but otherwise that's pretty much right
DJTween: Bergman was a Constitutionalist? yum yum
JaxMandrake: "and the bug-eyed monster?" "is green, yes."
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Deputy Dan - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| doctron - dead from jaundice

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

DJTween: Rotonoto vs Godzilla?
JaxMandrake: Gorgonzola vs Cheezmonsturr
DJTween: ohhhh, very bad idea interfear Young Guy
JaxMandrake: not to be torturing me!!!
Beet: Did Bush just put on blackface?
JaxMandrake: lids of grass
DJTween: going to have to play some more modern OZ episodes
DJTween: Bergman thought Ron Paul was some sort of neo-conservative
DJTween: couldn't have been more wrong
Beet: I was rather hooked on Peter's show.
DJTween: Paul wouldn't sign the Patriot Act
||||||||| Catherwood leads Crystal Bill into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:30 PM, then departs.
JaxMandrake: I begin to believe that if Elizabeth Warren runs for PotUS in 2016 I just might vote
JaxMandrake: and I loved Peter's show all the way to the end
DJTween: Tirebiter for VP?
DJTween: New head of the Surrealist Party?
Beet: isn't "potus" the codeword for The President?
CS: Feed your head
JaxMandrake: an abbreviation of President of the United Snakes
DJTween: The Prescient?
JaxMandrake: obviously not
Beet: So success is built in forPotUS
DJTween: Well, we've all been here before
JaxMandrake: I think there's an album title ready to happen: "We've all been here again."
DJTween: "Were they early drug users?"
DJTween: "Let's go to the Hashfire Enne..."
Crystal Bill: PotUS? I went to Pot U
Beet: Take another hit
JaxMandrake: *pow*
Crystal Bill: ouch
CS: ah, fresh air
Beet: Somebody knew the song
JaxMandrake: I'm not gonna go looking but I wonder if there's a college porn video called F*** U
Beet: Please make it so
DJTween: oops, forgot the header again
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - The Mayors Of Crazy Town - 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'
DJTween: This is available as a podcast from iTunes
DJTween: Bergman din't live in Texas
DJTween: and yes, to police, every Hispanic looks like a Mexican
DJTween: it sux
Principalpoop: oops the bus, have a super week, night all
JaxMandrake: as Gabriel Iglesias has mentioned more than once
Beet: Arizona in some ways is Texas times 10
||||||||| At 10:38 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTween: We have to stop the drug war to stop the violence
DJTween: Ron Paul and Gary Johnson both want it stopped
Beet: So long Poop (longer the better)
DJTween: decriminalize, or at least legalize
DJTween: only way to stop the violence
JaxMandrake: Killer Biscuits
DJTween: (Gary Johnson was the Republican Governor of NM)
CS: our soon to be premier in BC is in favour of legalization, very popular here
DJTween: best wishes to BC
CS: BC's multitude of growers are worried
DJTween: If CO and WA can do it...
DJTween: and the world doesn't end ;)

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 6]
JaxMandrake: the killer biscuit story was one of the first experiments tested on MythBusters
Beet: Biscuits for brains
JaxMandrake: guess that means tis time for me to make my escape and consider this phenomenon human beings refer to as sleep
Beet: Thanks Tween. G'Nite. I go too. See ya next week
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody :)
seriousprofessor: Let us give up this day.
JaxMandrake: stay not insane, dear friends!
JaxMandrake: good bless you and god night
||||||||| "10:44 PM? I'm late!" exclaims seriousprofessor, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
CS: hopefully when I return next week, we'll have a good new government here
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween departs at 10:45 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| "10:45 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
CS: see y'all next week
||||||||| CS is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:45 PM.
Crystal Bill: hasta las vegas
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Crystal Bill - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws
||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from pneumonia

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| captainbeefheart sashays in at 10:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'dude', just granted probation at 10:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
captainbeefheart: Good golly gosh! Dial-up?!? i thought i was the only one who still used it here in good ol' Montana
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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 MikeyBoi disembarks at 11:04 PM.
MikeyBoi: Just in from the Fake Moon Landing
MikeyBoi: OOPs here'smy ride
||||||||| Around 11:06 PM, MikeyBoi walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 11:08 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from the fiddlers

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 11:10 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
pNose II: There's nothing to eat in here.
pNose II: (except Laughing Cow Cheese)
pNose II: Well, allezee come, alleze go!!
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| captainbeefheart - dead from intense demonic possession

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

pNose II: (except Laughing Cow Cheese)
pNose II: Well, allezee come, alleze go!!
||||||||| Catherwood leads chazz in through the front door at 11:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 11:30 PM: DeadCat jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DeadCat: But what about my knickers!!??
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'RedPillTweeny', just granted probation at 11:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DeadCat: Wow! Can you turn the volume down...the chat in this room is ...deafening!
DeadCat: I'll be on the fnway...which is already in progess in Progress!
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chazz - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| pNose II - dead from Globner's disease

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DeadCat - dead from jaundice
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from Globner's disease

||||||||| 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..
||||||||| 12:48 AM: L. Bill Rubbered jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
L. Bill Rubbered : Captain Equinox: due to wobble, Spring will be delayed. I've told him to out a cork innit!
L. Bill Rubbered : Equi-Gnox? Heresy on point!
L. Bill Rubbered : I go sleep now. Tah tah, boyz!
||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered leaves at 12:53 AM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from measles

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...

||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 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."