A Firesign Chat for Oct 24, 2013 [11 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 11]
HTML version at
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20131024.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 October 24, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween steals in around 8:03 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood leads ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:06 PM, then departs.
ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan: oooops!!
||||||||| ennieTweenieFestooneenieTexan is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 8:07 PM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:26 PM and late as usual, it's Rufus_T_Firetween, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. 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)'
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Stephen Stills/Manassas) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| "8:46 PM? 8:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "fesrtarrr should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as fesrtarrr enters and sits on the couch.
DJTween: Hi festarrr
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'late', just granted probation at 8:47 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts NickDanger inside, makes a note of the time (8:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts noodleman into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:48 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Yow all!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and Beet bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Beet: Hi, gang. Hey, Tweeny, the left channel is cutting in and out again.
DJTween: Evenin' folks
DJTween: lemme check
NickDanger: Nice stems, Nancy
late: thought it was my trick tinnitus kicking in again
noodleman: long time lister, first time caller
DJTween: going to cut the music for a second
noodleman: listener. ugh.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Algae2 inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Sounds good here
EWeston: You don't like Lister?
late: thanks man, sounds good now
DJTween: listening to the radio feed from the net, and both channels sound in
Beet: Seems OK now
DJTween: kewl
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:51 PM and Daniel Nichols bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
NickDanger: Can you get Tierra Del Fuego?
DJTween: Thanks for the feedback :)
EWeston: I've got Diluth in my trunk
Beet: I found a guy who has the audio to the Susskind show. Haven't purchased yet.
||||||||| Catherwood leads roxtar into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:54 PM, then departs.
NickDanger: This sure beats listening to Buck and McCarver
DJTween: Hi roxtar, Nichols
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:55 PM, dragging Mudhead by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo [TM]?"
NickDanger: I'll have to Google him.
Beet: Hey, Mud
Mudhead: hi all
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DaisyMaeTwinklepants inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:56 PM, then departs.
Beet: Howdy, Poop
Principalpoop: hey there
EWeston: Such staging twinklepants and you know where
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 8:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: i see a fong, wow
Beet: Hey, Dex
Mudhead: hi poop, dex
Beet: This sounds really nice.
DJTween: Hey Fong, P
Principalpoop: roanoke is supposed to freeze tonight, brrrr
Dexter Fong: Hey fellahs
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Cheryl', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: my old gf, how are you cheryl
DJTween: Hi Cheryl
Beet: Had some light sleet in WV
||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dick_Wrench should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dick_Wrench enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 24, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: !!!
EWeston: How's the font of perpetual reserection?
Principalpoop: but you are up in the mountains
Beet: True
||||||||| pdclark222 steps in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
roxtar: it snowed in terra alta this a.m.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: snow already? brrrr
Dick_Wrench: light snow in central illinois this morning.
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 SometimesMike plummets into the garden at 9:01 PM.
Beet: All of the pandits here are predicting a bad winter this year
late: nice a-z, pete
EWeston: Hey shoes, an Somebdy vaiably known as Mike
Principalpoop: mild for us the past few years, ahh the voice of tweeny
Dick_Wrench: Mark Time!
Principalpoop: i used to have that book
Principalpoop: the childs grass
||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DrDespicable should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DrDespicable enters and sits on the couch.
Dick_Wrench: I love this 2-fer
Principalpoop: toad away
||||||||| Catherwood ushers CS in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DrDespicable: Hello? Is this thing on? Has the little chromium switch been flipped yet?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "DEAR FRIENDS (1972 release)" - 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 may be purchased at >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html'
shoes for the dead: hey cs
||||||||| "9:04 PM? 9:04 PM!!" says Catherwood, "petevdp should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as petevdp enters and sits at the bar.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DEAR FRIENDS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln
EWeston: Gather now around the comunal candle
Principalpoop: as daffy says, desphicable
CS: Hi all
Beet: Hi, CS
EWeston: Cease!
DJTween: Hey Cat
Principalpoop: a canadian, hide your bacon

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 11]
||||||||| 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 UhClem plummets into the garden at 9:05 PM.
DrDespicable: What's wrong with Canadia?
Dexter Fong: Hi Cay
EWeston: Flog your conestoga!
CS: many things
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'TitotheMindBender', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| BSidney sneaks in around 9:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi clem, bender
DJTween: Hi Sidney
shoes for the dead: not in public, EW
BSidney: Hi all.
UhClem: Hi Tween
EWeston: I thought the protection order had lapsed
||||||||| 9:07 PM: Mench jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: Hi Mench
shoes for the dead: interstate
CS: we seem to get new people every week
Principalpoop: mench and wrench, an ench night
DrDespicable: What I wouldn't give for some hot buttered groat clusters, right abut now...
DJTween: I'd say that's a great thing, CS :)
Mench: Hey there
UhClem: I just saw the notice on FB and thought I'd stop in
EWeston: More angst!
CS: indeed, tween
DJTween: ** Don't forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
roxtar: Jubilee!
Principalpoop: dog wants out, we just went out, but I will take him again so there is no accident, brb
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Bob', just granted probation at 9:09 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Bob
||||||||| 9:09 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
CS: Hi El
shoes for the dead: hi E
EWeston: Man everybody's showin up,
||||||||| Bob rushes off, saying "9:09 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Algae2 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| NickDanger - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| fesrtarrr - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bob in through the front door at 9:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: Is that a bad thing, EWeston? :)
EWeston: Bob was a knee trembler it seems
shoes for the dead: Oh! and Hi to the NSA guy!
DrDespicable: Showing up and diappearing...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:10 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DaisyMaeTwinklepants by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "DEAR FRIENDS (1972 release)" - 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 may be purchased at >> Laugh.com - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatdear.html'
late: mmmm cheese logs
CS: I wouldnt be surprised if that's true, shoes
Dick_Wrench: Mr. Foster Freeze.
Beet: We should probably always welcome that guy
DJTween: (got the purchase link wrong the first time)
EWeston: Nah we had a fun time last week with everybody, I may check out due to a commercial action, we'll see.
CS: the firesign was ranked the number one subversive group in the us by j edgar
Elayne: Wow, my computer's really slow tonight. I'm going to try again later.
shoes for the dead: they have to rotate them every now and then
DrDespicable: Well, that's me - SHABOOM! [puff of smoke]
DJTween: #1 Subversive Group??
BSidney: if it's imaginary just rotate it by 90 degrees
DJTween: my goodness
||||||||| "Hey DrDespicable!" ... DrDespicable turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Nabby sneaks in around 9:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Bob rushes off, saying "9:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
EWeston: Keep watching Elayne
CS: according to bill mccintyre, who should know, yes. it's in the domm book, tween
DJTween: They should have been given a trophy or something
late: well, you guys are pretty surreal
Dexter Fong: E: So is mine
DJTween: Hey Elayne
shoes for the dead: i thought that was the MC5
CS: i was gonna quote that on my radio show, but was warned against it
DJTween: I really want to get to reading the DOMM book
||||||||| 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 FredZeppelin falls out at 9:13 PM.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
EWeston: That's some long term paranoia there by some CS
DJTween: Hi Zep
Rufus_T_Firetween: Includes a DVD of MP3s and a book
CS: not paranoid enough. ask angela merkel
shoes for the dead: but no box
Dexter Fong: Hello
||||||||| FredZeppelin leaves at 9:15 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..."
Beet: One of the best investments I have ever made
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'FredZeppelin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:15 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| Hawkmoth bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: So CS, do you know which members of FST were involved in A Child's Garden Of Grass?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Voidoid close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:15 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
FredZeppelin: Oops. Ola.
CS: agreed, beet. a conucopia of value
DJTween: Hi Hawk, Void
Dexter Fong: My computer is not only really slow, it's acting really wierd
Hawkmoth: Thanks DJTween!
Beet: Comes and goes like anything
CS: just bergman as far as i know, tween. he's the only one on it
Nabby: Peter Bergman sings.
late: oooh deputy dan
CS: maybe it's nyc, dex. that's what el just said
EWeston: J Edgar's paranoia set a pretty high bar
Hawkmoth: Deputy Dan!!!
CS: i used this on my mexico show
||||||||| 9:16 PM: aspidistra jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 11]
Principalpoop: back, check your cpu for dust fong, overheating will make it act like that
Hawkmoth: Funny I signed in just in time for Deputy Dan who has no friends.
DJTween: Hi aspid
shoes for the dead: deputy Dan has no friends
Beet: Deputy Dan has no friends.
Beet: Hawk beat me to it
EWeston: An no amego's nither
Dick_Wrench: Don't follow the balls when they make the street.
BSidney: Deputy Dan es yo amigo...
Hawkmoth: Don't follow the balls when they make the street! Bwahaha
late: right on!
EWeston: Let's rock and roll
Nabby: I seem tChild's Garden: I recall some line about a "narc" either being David O or Phil P. I'd have to czech.
CS: does anyone know enough spanish to know if ossman is making accurate translations?
aspidistra: hey tween
Dexter Fong: Now, everything is blank except for the typing box
BSidney: Yes. And no.
shoes for the dead: he isn't
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies hilarleo in through the front door at 9:18 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: No CS, they are having much fun with the Spanish translations
CS: thanks, shoes.
Beet: A lot of poetic license on the translation
Nabby: Trinty ickerface here Dexter. Whatever that means.
shoes for the dead: except for the balls part
CS: it wouldnt be firesign if it weren't
||||||||| Catherwood enters with GeneralCustard close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
||||||||| At 9:19 PM, noodleman hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with noodleman close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
aspidistra: spanish-ish
DJTween: deputy dan is your friend, is what it said ;)
DJTween: Hi general, noodle
Hawkmoth: Thanks DJTween I always wondered what it actually said.
CS: it's food time
noodleman: more sugar!
||||||||| At 9:20 PM, GeneralCustard runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: More food?
Hawkmoth: whistles and washtubs again (is the other way I've heard it)
||||||||| Catherwood escorts GeneralCustard into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:20 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: why don't you let him enjoy the war?
Beet: There was actually a coloring book that the Deputy Dan thing was based on
Hawkmoth: Lick the boot!
Nabby: more groat clusters
Hawkmoth: The soul can not tell a lie.
CS: yes its shown in the domm book
Hawkmoth: Soal?
BSidney: Filipino creamy, comin' in shorts & quarts.
Nabby: Right lick a boot
Dick_Wrench: the tongue can never be told a lie.
aspidistra: might be a differnt color underneath
Dexter Fong: Rawhide!
Voidoid: Who wrote that?
EWeston: Might be molemen underneath
Dick_Wrench: /cough cough
Nabby: TB Guide koff koff
Dexter Fong: Might be moleskin on top
Voidoid: Time for Hex-ercise!
shoes for the dead: compulsory news
Principalpoop: what would JC say? Johnny Carson...
EWeston: Keep your moleskin under your heel
Nabby: yepsk dick

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DEAR FRIENDS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln

Mudhead -)
Nabby: ringballs knox?
late: love the tv listings
Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus, glad to see you're still on staff
Beet: Alistair Crowley featured on Hexercise
Nabby: We all threw up on that series
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Daniel Nichols - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| pdclark222 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| petevdp - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Mench - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the yaws

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

Hawkmoth: suicide!
shoes for the dead: better than what i get on dish
Beet: 'Bye Elaine
Nabby: round me up!
Nabby: captain coon is so funky
Principalpoop: cotton mather, stock roundup
Voidoid: Captain Coon!
EWeston: With the rest of the consumers?
||||||||| Catherwood leads CheeseHead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:26 PM, then departs.
Hawkmoth: Heep the Creep!
Nabby: heehee
EWeston: He's really hung up there on those stocks
Nabby: yes EW
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Good review of Dear Friends at Allmusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648
EWeston: Gez 40 years to get it together
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
DJTween: Hi Cheese
late: hexercise!
CheeseHead: Mark Time!
Nabby: hic
Dick_Wrench: The Saloon Song!
noodleman: hic
Hawkmoth: 50 Unclaimed Melodies!!!
Nabby: oh the Revenge Duet!
CheeseHead: I saw Proctor & Bergman at Summerfest in Milwaukee back in the 70's...
shoes for the dead: in beeeutiful Steeereeooo HIFI

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 11]
Hawkmoth: Ok 40 lol.
DJTween: Cool, CheeseHead
EWeston: I saw it live once it was memerable
CS: i never saw the two of them perform, just the 4 or 5
Hawkmoth: Il Skitzophreno!
Dick_Wrench: lol @ Il Schizo Freno

Hawkmoth: whistles and washtubs again

Dexter Fong: I saw P&B many times but the 4 or 5 only three or four
Principalpoop: the dukes duet, schizophreno
CS: if it were austin, it could be il shizo fresno
EWeston: Procter stabed himself fout times
Nabby: Let's all sing the Hawaiian Hallucination Song
BSidney: Saw them twice. 1980 in Denver at the old Rainbow Music Hall,
shoes for the dead: was this off of the Martian space paryt?
Nabby: 1, 2, 3....
late: blue mutants!
DJTween: Anyone who feels like Skyping in, let me know...
CheeseHead: After the show, Murphy & I were throwing a frisbee around the tent/stage area, and Peter joined in a bit, relating that Mrs. Frisby's pies near Yale was the genesis of the sport..
shoes for the dead: ! is green, Nabby
BSidney: and again in 2010 at a performance in Tacoma, WA.
DJTween: These are all from the Dear Friends radio shows, Shoes
CheeseHead: They can't breathe?
CS: proctor is a fountain of knowledge
Nabby: I can't see the close up
EWeston: Hawaian baby wood rose seeds for everyone
shoes for the dead: that was live, tho
Dexter Fong: SHOES: It coulda been of the MSP but also off DF Let's Eat live show
Hawkmoth: Everytime I hear a squeaky toy of the sort all I can think of is blue chinchillas.
DJTween: Proc is one intelligent and widely educated fellow
shoes for the dead: thanks, Dex
Nabby: True that tween
CheeseHead: @Hawkmoth, ditto!
||||||||| "9:32 PM? 9:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Oiloff should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Oiloff enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:32 PM, dragging ''Bob'' by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo [TM]?"
Dexter Fong: Tween: Not every cut is from Dear Friends
DJTween: Hi Captain
Nabby: EW will i go schizo?
late: damn, how is this possible?
CS: when he advised young Penn of future Penn & Teller fame to learn everything, he provided the perfect role model
Rufus_T_Firetween: Didn't know that, Dex
Principalpoop: two places at once
noodleman: idnkt cs
EWeston: Nah they were pretty mild for a good halucinogin
CS: Penn said that in his memorial for Pete
Principalpoop: you gotta stick it out if you are going to start young
CheeseHead: That was agood year for bar scotch.
Nabby: darn I was hoping to go schizo
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:34 PM and late as usual, it's Mongo, just back from Texas."
Rufus_T_Firetween: Cool, CS
DJTween: Hi Mongo
BSidney: (hic)
Nabby: oush him over
FredZeppelin: Nothing like Firesign Theater. Brilliantly unique.
CS: somewhere i have a quote of bergman talking about if they hadn't broken up, they could have become as famous as Penn and Teller
DJTween: Absolutely, Zep
CheeseHead: Medicinal purposes. Getting a market here at home is finally starting to happen, wot?
EWeston: STP would be my choice for that outcome
Mongo: Hello. Long and long-time FST fan and 1st time visit.
Nabby: get really stoned and badly burned
CS: welcome, mongo
Principalpoop: mongo straight?
Dexter Fong: Hi Mongo
DJTween: Welcome :) We do this every week
Nabby: hi mongo
Nabby: hi jim
CS: since 1995
Mongo: Awww... Mongo straight
Dexter Fong: Hi Gym
CheeseHead: Mongo pawn in the game of life?
DJTween: ** So, no takers for a Skype-in, eh?
Beet: Dr Whiplash
Nabby: woooaaaaa
shoes for the dead: in his rectumry
Principalpoop: the movie name escapes me, oh come on now, i am beyond useless
Principalpoop: blazing saddles, omg, why did it take so long to recall that, ouch
Dexter Fong: Blazing Saddles?
Beet: Doctor ummmmmm
Captain Oiloff: Check for a brake or a bleed.
DJTween: Mongo, the big guy in BS
Principalpoop: oh hideo oh
Mongo: blazing indeed.
CheeseHead: Skype in a windowless room with artificial lighting (extinguished) is close to pointless.
||||||||| Dr. Dog enters at 9:39 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
shoes for the dead: delayed borgarigmus
Voidoid: Eat out and feel better...
BSidney: Played by Alex Karas, I believe.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SometimesMike - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| roxtar - dead from measles
||||||||| GeneralCustard - dead from Globner's disease

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

DJTween: Hi Dog
Principalpoop: exactly
Dr. Dog: Bon appetit
CS: we are an animal friendly chat
Nabby: microsporifera funni?
Dexter Fong: Bone appetite back to you
Dr. Dog: Just zap my electrodes
Nabby: dr dog!
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'CyberRose', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:41 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 11]
Principalpoop: why am I starting to drool?
DJTween: Hi Rose
CheeseHead: ...the only cure for which is death.
Principalpoop: damn you skinner
CS: i played this on the radio in japan in 74. one of my favourite firesign bits
Mongo: fun chatting must chat again. right now the Funny Spores are causing intense discomfort. Adidas!
Dexter Fong rings the dinner bell
Captain Oiloff: You can shit here in the sittin room....
Dr. Dog: Why does it hurt when I be
Principalpoop: don't shout, i cannot hear you
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:42 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs noodleman by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
CyberRose: New to chatting via iPhone.
||||||||| 9:42 PM -- Mongo left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Hawkmoth: All out.
Principalpoop: my leg starting shaking
Nabby: This is a strange piece--like all the others aren't ha!
Principalpoop: get a job, na na na nah
Beet: About extinction
CS: and it ends with george washington
CS: doing things for the last time
BSidney: is THAT who that is
CS: yes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** The original 2 LP set of Dear Friends was divided into 4 sets (sides). They were labeled 1) A Properly Religious Opening, 2) The T.V. Set, 3) Animals, Vegetables and Minerals and 4) It's Sure Realistic!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:43 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Anton Globner coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DEAR FRIENDS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln

DJTween: Hi Globner
BSidney: I still have my LP copy. Cherish it.
CS: Maybe Herr Alzheimer will show up, if he remembers
Nabby: globner--just in the NICK of time
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:45 PM, dragging PissFest by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Anton Globner: Hail Tween!
Principalpoop: vinyl, ahh hard drugs
shoes for the dead: this sounds like yours, BSyd
Principalpoop: wrong chat pf
BSidney: I don't listen to it now, of course, and I've forgotten which tracks were left off the CD.
CheeseHead: Little Miss, Moon Maid, and Stuck Pig Strength!
DJTween: Hi Fest
Hawkmoth: Love Giant Toad Supermarkets. Drop your load on the Giant Toad.
Dr. Dog: Have you ever noticed that most of this album is from a single radio show?
PissFest: off the CD???
CS: speaking of piss fests, has anyone here seen Pyst, Bergman's parody game?
shoes for the dead: all on DOMM, B
DJTween: I did notice that the radio show I played last week contained several of these skits
BSidney: Saw Pyst long ago. Don't remember it clearly.
BSidney: I'll look.
late: a hopeless tomorrow
Anton Globner: Sorry, I can't hear out of one ear. Hey, is that a rutabega?
Mudhead -)
CS: i tried to play my copy last week but the computer didnt' recognize anything that old. thankfully the whole "game" is on youtube

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DEAR FRIENDS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln

Principalpoop: rita begley?
Dr. Dog: It may just be me but seems to me that MOST of this album is from one show... I could be wrong though... wonder why

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln

Hawkmoth: Hercules Big Arms, I ended up seeing it on MST3K lol.
CS: john goodman singing a bergman song is the highlight
Dr. Dog: Proud owner here :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:47 PM and late as usual, it's ralph SS, just back from South Carolina."
Anton Globner: Everyone knew her as Nancy
BSidney: Found it. I'll check it out later.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Goodman? No joke...
Principalpoop: ahhh mst3k, ahhhh
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Dr. Dog: Ah Hawkmoth Joel or Mike?
CS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6fo-DH8VlsM
Dexter Fong: Dog: The cuts are from various Dear Friends shows (some more than others) and some cuts are from shows that were never syndicated
Principalpoop: barbara bobo, hubba hubba
CS: yes bergman a pal of the group, even had a production company with bergman at one time
Nabby: tex tirebiter!
CS: i meant goodman
Anton Globner: Thoze are the unkindest cuts of all
BSidney: thanks for the link CS
shoes for the dead: Truckee trailer court
ralph SS: alohahaha
late: police street!
Dr. Dog: Now I'm curious... I'm going to have to map where they all come from... oh no, an excuse to listen to it all again :)
PissFest: Ballentine!
EWeston: Act police and state your code!
Principalpoop: lip stiffener
late: how does he make his voice do that?
shoes for the dead: reverb
Anton Globner: Tell it to the Xmas bunny kid!
PissFest: he dreams
Beet: Poop!
Dr. Dog: Renouned reverb
EWeston: Ah how are things in Eastabunny
PissFest: a fair & wise guy
Anton Globner: Rebound reverb! But does he really dream of poop? No shit?
Dr. Dog: Is the Poop Catholic?
Principalpoop: who has the cold nose among us?
PissFest: real square little fellow
CS: lol dog
EWeston: Will the bear use an outhouse...and how
BSidney: Has anyone else spent too much time wondering what the Code-2 rules might be?
EWeston: Another favorite of federal authorites here?
shoes for the dead: dog upon dog upon dog......
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| CyberRose - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| hilarleo - dead from jaundice
||||||||| aspidistra - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dick_Wrench - dead from the common cold

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 11]
||||||||| UhClem - dead from measles
||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from Globner's disease

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

Dr. Dog: That's my favorite part
||||||||| Outside, the 9:55 PM crosstown bus from Portland pulls away, leaving UTB Sector B Subcluster coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: faggy guys?
DJTween: Hi Sub
Nabby: this is real
Anton Globner: That Oiloff is slick. He stole my disease.
PissFest: hello woiker
Principalpoop: hey leaker,go stand by the bucket
EWeston: Never trust heem with your favorite virus
Hawkmoth: We had to sharpen our old auger often. (like an old typing exercise.)
Hawkmoth: Squeaky toy again!
Anton Globner: Oh well, I'm off to the Swiss picnic. Anybody got any cheese?
Nabby: explex compediency
Principalpoop: the quick brown auger came to the aide of our countrymen
||||||||| Outside, the 9:58 PM crosstown bus from Raleigh pulls away, leaving jravensmith coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: I use a penguin
Nabby: penguins 'n' cheese
Mudhead -)
Hawkmoth: lol Principalpoop; Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of our country.
DJTween: Hi raven
EWeston: With sardines and paradines
Nabby: zoooooom
Hawkmoth: Moonworms.. agghhh!
Anton Globner: Or perhaps a cheesy weasel?
Principalpoop: mp, yjr wiovl ntpem gpc ki,[rf pbrt yjr d;rr[omh fph
Nabby: aaaggghhhhhh
Dr. Dog: Most serendipitous sound effect ever
shoes for the dead: sardonid paradigms?
jravensmith: oh, ello!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: sardonic
Nabby: really dr dog
EWeston: A small fish with identity issues
Principalpoop: stop being anomolysis
CS: better than sardineic
Dexter Fong: Hi Raven
Principalpoop: caw caw
jravensmith: ello. never been ere before.
EWeston: Ionic sardins, how bizarre
CS: welcome, raven
jravensmith: give me a clue...
Principalpoop: go away, and we will welcome you back
jravensmith: ok. I'm gone.
Anton Globner: Never more Fong!
Nabby: it works out nice that way
jravensmith: now, I'm back.
Dexter Fong: It's a bout this long, and...
shoes for the dead: we don't have any, JR
CS: how about a crew?
Principalpoop: ahh raven is back, welcome back
late: mark time
EWeston: Not craw, craw!
PissFest: doctor testicle!
BSidney: were you front?
||||||||| "10:01 PM? 10:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "reagen should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as reagen enters and sits at the bar.
jravensmith: Where's me welcome?
Beet: Welcome back
Nabby: time warp 2!!
Principalpoop: welcome back raven catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Principalpoop and yells "oh, fuck off Principalpoop!"
Hawkmoth: Mark Time! I put the diorama together with my Dad.. it got lost but I have another one now. So I have two albums, one diorama.
PissFest: that's fart, Sidney
reagen: a round for everyone
jravensmith: Yea, time warp.
Hawkmoth: One mint diorama.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM bus from North Chelmsford pulls away, leaving hilarleo coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi reagen
EWeston: When you two getting hitched. Make an honest butler out of him?
BSidney: fart and back again
Principalpoop: pia azordirama
BSidney: or back and fart
Hawkmoth: This Mark Time is to the Mark Time album, as the Stephen King story Jerusalem's Lot is to the Novel Salem's Lot.
DJTween: Hi hilarleo
reagen: pissfest you git a triangle
DJTween: not a cowbell?
EWeston: Infernal or exfernal
Hawkmoth: The squeaky toys and whistles make me laugh.
Dr. Dog: How Yime Flys is my favorite non-quartet album
Nabby: How Time Flys is wonderful
shoes for the dead: this cartoon is great!
Principalpoop: just plain joes
DJTween: It is truly excellent,, Dog
Hawkmoth: Harmonica now.
Nabby: harmonica, the universal sound effect
reagen: that's joes plane
DJTween: I love Harry Shearer's work on HTF
CS: i think it's my favourite non-firesign album
Principalpoop: or poes jane
Beet: Wolfman Jack
DJTween: Yeah, him too
CS: i think its the only thing he did with a firesign on an album. the credibility gap was in a flick with proctor and bergman
Hawkmoth: Never knew Shearer worked on How Time Flies. Wow.
DJTween: lots of good people on the recording
shoes for the dead: sam the sham
Dexter Fong: I still gotta vote for Roller Maidens
CS: i was in contact with the guy who produced HTF a few days ago
Anton Globner: The raven's name was't Jane it was jim

[Catherwood]

[part 7 of 11]
Dr. Dog: His show used to be right before theirs
CS: he's the years in your ears, hawk
Nabby: Would have to agree Cat it's pretty special - seems a labor of love
reagen: just plane joes all you can eat,grub worms extra
PissFest: tv or not tv?
CS: on kppc, yes
DJTween: HTF is coming up in 3 weeks. Bride Of Firesign will be the fare next week, as it is Halloween
Principalpoop: caw caw
Dr. Dog: John Goodman is on there too, isn't he?
CS: good halloween choice, tween
Nabby: cool tween & thanks
EWeston: Don't worry about the flies, we won't wiegh them
CS: on htf? no.
DJTween: Never saw him in the credits
CS: goodman did some pieces for bergman's 90s rfo website
Nabby: chinques & champz
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:08 PM and Stlouielou sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi louie
Dr. Dog: He's on something, I can't remember what
reagen: also pyst
shoes for the dead: 27 grams?
Dexter Fong: Hey Lou
Stlouielou: Just poping into say hello I must be going there is a baseball game on tonight...

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "DEAR FRIENDS" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=df-ln

CS: he also bought ossman a plane ticket for the nyc show in 96, or so i have heard
Principalpoop: let that be a lesson, just try and sing along, louie louie

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Good review of Dear Friends at Allmusic - http://www.allmusic.com/album/dear-friends-mw0000074648

CS: yes, you're in the world series now, stlou
late: 27grams of illegal hashish
EWeston: Wild thing.
Principalpoop: is hashish legal in washington and colorado?
EWeston: You make my heart...
shoes for the dead: i gram handlers fee
Nabby: nice, rtf
CS: if grass is, hash should be as well, poop
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| CheeseHead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| TitotheMindBender - dead from measles
||||||||| Voidoid - dead from The Plague
||||||||| ralph SS - dead from Globner's disease

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

shoes for the dead: probly not, Poop, it's processed
EWeston: Their dropping like flies
CS: i'll inquire the next time i'm in washington
Beet: Adult Bookstore Hotel
Principalpoop: but I could make my own, grass is the ingredient lol
Hawkmoth: He's no fun he fell right over.
||||||||| Bosco Hearn steals in around 10:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
CS: eweston, you're in wash now. maybe you know
EWeston: Speak up!
DJTween: Hi Bosco
shoes for the dead: I'l be in Co for pass the indian, i'll see
reagen: this is pro gress,i'm anti gress on princinalbl
||||||||| What now waltzes in at 10:11 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: cool
DJTween: Hi now
DJTween: What's next is "A Child's Garden Of Grass"
What now: yo
Bosco Hearn: Hi Dear friends
Anton Globner: Don't weigh the fly droppings. I wass holding Ralph in my arms. Not sure what he felt.
EWeston: No word on its legality in Wash by any public official or media. I'm tending to doubt it
Principalpoop: i guess hash oil would be suspect too? hehe
||||||||| "Hey What now!" ... What now turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:13 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
EWeston: You have a pet fly named Ralph?
Nabby: great tween!
Mudhead -)
DJTween: Hey Muddy
shoes for the dead: Illuminati!!!!
EWeston: The kids seem more into designer drugs these days
FredZeppelin: "You don't have to wear a clock around your neck to know what time it is at Bob's..."
Anton Globner: My tween is behind that fly!
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: they have a test for marijuana intoxication, they hold out a hostess twinkee and tell you not to look at it
DJTween: paisley drugs?
EWeston: Its time to rotate the tires on that fly
Beet: I've always wondered who chose the pieces for this album. Real gems.
late: damned masons
CS: designing their own drugs?
PissFest: effing leptons
Dr. Dog: Mostly Ossman is my guess
DJTween: indeed, Beet
CS: walter white lives!
Principalpoop: jerry was in detroit
Anton Globner: A tired fly? Must be a tetse!
EWeston: Usually semi dangerous and, and the authorites can't make them illegal till they know about them
Dexter Fong: Refresh is screwed up again
Principalpoop: made the indians sleep outside
EWeston: Cold indians are the worst kind
Dr. Dog: Where they might get hit by the dangerous semis
Principalpoop: they live near nepal?
Anton Globner: Yes they draw flies!
Beet: I love it when they crack each other up
Principalpoop: going to a store in denver and buying nepalese hash, oh my
EWeston: Using a special anvil and a tiny hammer
Hawkmoth: Me too Beet.
shoes for the dead: and don't edit it out, Beet
||||||||| "10:19 PM? 10:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "corey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as corey enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: libidoian?
BSidney: I first listened to Child's Garden of Grass in the early 70's.
CS: appealing to the libido

[Catherwood]

[part 8 of 11]
Anton Globner: We've gone from hash to crack? You've really made a meth of things now, Speedy!
Beet: I have never heard this
Principalpoop: always hehe
Dr. Dog: I listened recently, it was better than I remembered
Nabby: thanks for background tween
BSidney: Just recently read about the marijuana "awakening" in Smoke Signals by Martin Lee.
shoes for the dead: haven't heard this since '76
DJTween: I was thinking libations, CS
Nabby: listen for "a narcotics officer" -- proctor?
Dr. Dog: Oom Yellimon!
BSidney: Very interesting period, and central to FST's ouvre.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "A CHILD'S GARDEN OF GRASS (1971)" - 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 may be purchased at >> http://www.amazon.com/A-Childs-Garden-Of-Grass/dp/B00124JFO0/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1382659403&sr=8-2&keywords=a+child%27s+garden+of+grass'
Hawkmoth: Never heard this one. LOL!
||||||||| 10:21 PM: Mista Bumpy 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!"
CS: indeed, sidney
DJTween: There's Ossman
DJTween: Hi Bumpy
||||||||| 10:22 PM -- reagen left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood enters with reagen close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 10:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Dr. Dog: I didn't recognize anyone but Bergman in the bathyub,,, but I wasn't aware any of the rest of them were on this
Nabby: hmm
Principalpoop: look wistful
Mista Bumpy: The Old Fella's a little tired tonight. I'm thinking of swearing off wimmins for just a bit...
||||||||| At 10:23 PM, reagen vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Nabby: "become a narcotics officer" = proctor?
||||||||| 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 reagen gets out at 10:23 PM.
DJTween: That's Carlin, isn't it?
Principalpoop: hey, look up there...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with doctecazoid close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
EWeston: I could only do halfwistful
CS: hey, it's doc!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey Doc
Nabby: Waiting for "Andy & Virginia"
Principalpoop: hey doc
doctecazoid: egads what have i walked into?
Dexter Fong: Hi Doc
Principalpoop: you do not get a kick from grass
EWeston: Something you can't run away from?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| UTB Sector B Subcluster - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| jravensmith - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the fiddlers

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

shoes for the dead: careful where ya step, Doc
Nabby: here comes mr. bergman'
||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 10:25 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| doctecazoid tiptoes in around 10:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
CS: this is pete
doctecazoid: i'm at 9ball league
Nabby: yepsk
Principalpoop: chalk up
EWeston: Yepiski
doctecazoid: chatting via my android
DJTween: there's peter
Nabby: thats great
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'ekoboy', just granted probation at 10:26 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Nabby: i miss peter B!!
doctecazoid: doin the dirty dog on the continental shelf
EWeston: Soon to be orchestrated
Rufus_T_Firetween: We all do, Nabby :/
Nabby: in the mid-----
Mudhead -)
Beet: I wonder if Peter is back in a new body yet.
doctecazoid: with four part harmony
Principalpoop: ahh, and ahh, ahh
EWeston: Maybe on another planet.
Nabby: umm errr
Principalpoop: huh
doctecazoid: if he is, i hope it's a good one!
EWeston: Spreek Ingrish Troop!
Beet: guaranteed
Nabby: cure all
Nabby: this record is a treasure
doctecazoid: with any luck, firesign radio will be on the air soon
CS: indeed doc
doctecazoid: on the ft site
Nabby: andy & virginia awwwww
EWeston: Kuewl
shoes for the dead: good deal, Doc
Rufus_T_Firetween: Good to hear, Doc :)
Dexter Fong: Doc: It's on right now
Principalpoop: wow
CS: had a chance to look at rb3 yet, doc?
doctecazoid: working on it with bill m.
CS: i uploaded it to your site last night
Beet: How will we tune in to Firesign Radio?
doctecazoid: cat: not yet ... i dnlded it at work today but no oppty to review it yet
CS: whenever you get the time, doc
doctecazoid: beet: there will be a player appon the ft home pg
CS: i can redo each segment on mp3 instead of trying to mp3 the whole hour
Nabby: three floors above you you you you
Beet: Thanks, Doc
CS: infinite stairs, sounds like pkd's novel Ubiq
doctecazoid: haaaalp ... i'm lockedin the refrigerator
Nabby: lol
Beet: I used to enjoy the time warps
Nabby: --icrophone
CS: still in beta now, right doc?
EWeston: I ate hen at pens
doctecazoid: ooon yellimon

[Catherwood]

[part 9 of 11]
Nabby: I used to love watching the Flying Queen
Principalpoop: queen for a day was intense
doctecazoid: yes cat still in beta
shoes for the dead: Nun for a Day
Nabby: can't wait
Principalpoop: everything is good, be careful about that
CS: ev en without rb3, i'll send bill another 8 shows
EWeston: Come Mista yelliman yell at my banana's
doctecazoid: nabby - it weeeel beee sooooon
Beet: I actually thought at one time that grass could create world peace. I was a disciple.
Nabby: ooooo good
BSidney: Well, it can't but help.
doctecazoid: now, it's just - a good idea
Principalpoop: not until the cheney and cruz folks start smoking
Dr. Dog: What's this plug do
shoes for the dead: delight home and me want to come
||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Pyscoactives would be better
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from The Plague
||||||||| reagen - dead from Globner's disease

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

Principalpoop: baby steps hehe
doctecazoid: i can't imagine cheney being high on anything other than world domination
Beet: Trying to sound like the Maharishi.
FredZeppelin: Gotta run! TY Firesingn!
Principalpoop: night fred
EWeston: I was just thinking Ron Paul on acid?? Scary
Nabby: later fredz
shoes for the dead: cheney needs Henbane
CS: i remember when the maharishi was on radio free oz in 67
doctecazoid: buy
Beet: Seeya Zep
EWeston: By Fred now
doctecazoid: buy more
Nabby: ron paul lives in a cartoon already
doctecazoid: buy more now
BSidney: Seriously? On RFO?
Nabby: really cat!
CS: yes
EWeston: What about the Fred deficit in today's future?
Nabby: how did I miss that
late: well that took a turn
DJTween: Wow, the Maharishi turns into a Nazi lol
BSidney: This is a dark twist...
DJTween: yipes
BSidney: (sig heil)
DJTween: no doubt
CS: were you living in la in 67? only way you could have heard it
Nabby: i was 10
Nabby )
doctecazoid: ok swami or whatever your name is, we'll be back with this christ consciousness racket in just a moment
Principalpoop: food, music and sex lordy lordy
BSidney: Nope. Grew up in Denver, and I was just a kid then.
CS: it's krishna consciousness, mr. swine
CS: i hope those shows are eventualy released ala domm.
Beet: Aaaaaah Music
||||||||| 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 Ah Clem falls out at 10:43 PM.
EWeston: That's a bour
Nabby: quality music
doctecazoid: spiro ... you did love me don't you?
BSidney: That would be great.
Nabby: acid polka!
DJTween: ** 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
EWeston: Siro he no more dances on the heads of punks
Principalpoop: lol
doctecazoid: unless of course they're all playingtogether!
Nabby: ew lol
Beet: Wouldn't be able to dance
Nabby: was that a backward word?
Nabby: aha doc!
DJTween tries to be helpful ;)
EWeston: From Radio Diner another from this era
Beet: Far out
Nabby: yepsk know it well
Beet: Aaaaaaah Sex
doctecazoid: i know this album so well - it was a formative influence
Nabby: or is it missing whitehouse tapes
doctecazoid: i cqn quoteit even withoutbeing able to hear thefeed from my phone
shoes for the dead: missing outhouse papers
Beet: Put on some Firesign
Principalpoop: yeah doc
BSidney: no this is great
EWeston: Missing outhouse tapers
doctecazoid: oh radio dinner - another fave
Principalpoop: really outta sight
Beet: I was inventing dialog. Sorry
EWeston: Remeber the NYC bird calls?
CS: this is the best ad for sake i've ever heard
Nabby: afk for a couple minutes there
doctecazoid: i can state unequivocally that if the president had any awareness of his actions, he was not aware of it
late: spark the owl
Nabby: farm out
shoes for the dead: far out
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol doc
Principalpoop: far out
shoes for the dead: really
EWeston: I'm relieved, strangly, for that Doc.
doctecazoid: hey - you with the feathers, you wanna knock it off?

[Catherwood]

[part 10 of 11]
BSidney: funny how these things still apply
Nabby: this is getting a little personal don't you think
EWeston: Yep that's the stuff
shoes for the dead: like worms from a hot cheese log........................
late: this is getting awkward
Nabby: i want to be a chasm of jubilation
corey : Youve really got a far-out lifeline....
Principalpoop: time has lost all claim to meaning
Nabby: whatever that means
EWeston: Steer to starboard them, and be danged as well
Nabby: wow!
doctecazoid: awkwardness quotient approaching critical mass media
Beet: Is anybody holding?
Nabby: was it good for you?
Principalpoop: goodness
EWeston: Only up to the light
doctecazoid: sure - where do you want me to hold it?
Beet: Now hold it over there
||||||||| 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 visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
shoes for the dead: glad to
EWeston: Over this potted potted plant, he goes by Fred
Nabby: I'm confused
Principalpoop: beer beer beer
Dexter Fong: Hold it up to the light again and look for any little pin prick....er pin holes
doctecazoid: fred admires it as it goes by
Nabby: no hitting
Principalpoop: knives and guns are out
late: lawn darts
EWeston: When will it run again, he thinks
doctecazoid: saw the orb at a nyc club called carbon in '97
shoes for the dead: that was FST
Dexter Fong: AAnd no Pihilipine Yo-Yos
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| FredZeppelin - dead from measles
||||||||| ekoboy - dead from jaundice

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

doctecazoid: in the middle of their set, they droppin 'beer beer beer'
||||||||| Andydammit sneaks in around 10:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: find your foot hehehehe
Nabby: myriad cerebral gamespaces
DJTween: lol P
Mudhead -)
doctecazoid: i was th only one in the audience singing along
Dexter Fong -)
Nabby: lol P
Principalpoop: was it carlin who talked about forgetting how to breathe?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
||||||||| buzzy enters at 10:55 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Beet: This was fun as always. Thanks again Tween. See everyone next week.
doctecazoid: ok gang, thanx for lettin' me drop in - gotta get back to to 9 ball league
BSidney: wonderful
BSidney: !
late: thanks man
CS: keep em rolling,doc
Principalpoop: i had heard that before, thanks tween
doctecazoid: y'all have a great evenin'
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween
CS: good work again, tween
Principalpoop: night all, have a super week, happy trails
EWeston: Come back Doc, I've got a lump on my shoulder
||||||||| At 10:57 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: Ah, Clem played it once or twice
Nabby: thanks tween!
doctecazoid: see yaz on the flip side
shoes for the dead: Bye All1 Keep em flying!
Nabby: night owl, er, all!
doctecazoid: you need to have that lump looked into :-)
doctecazoid: nytol (zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..
corey : That's all folks
||||||||| doctecazoid leaves at 10:58 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..."
EWeston: Gnitch all, much globbery love
: you need to have that lump looked into :-)
: see yaz on the flip side
: y'all have a great evenin'
: ok gang, thanx for lettin' me drop in - gotta get back to to 9 ball league
: i was th only one in the audience singing along
: in the middle of their set, they droppin 'beer beer beer'
: saw the orb at a nyc club called carbon in '97
||||||||| EWeston leaves to catch the 10:59 PM train to Elmertown.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "10:59 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:59 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night Doc and Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| buzzy runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's buzzy?! It's 11:00 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Night all
CS: off we fly
Mudhead: night all
||||||||| Around 11:00 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| CS is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:00 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| late - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers

[Catherwood]

[part 11 of 11]
||||||||| corey - dead from intense demonic possession

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

||||||||| Catherwood enters with Beetwhizz close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BSidney - dead from dengue fever

||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Beetwhizz - dead from the yaws

||||||||| 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 stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'L7OH', just granted probation at 12:03 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
L7OH: whats the meaning of it Watson?
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PissFest - dead from pneumonia

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

||||||||| "12:24 AM? 12:24 AM!!" says Catherwood, "cheryl should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as cheryl enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| L7OH - dead from jaundice

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

||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| hilarleo - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| cheryl - dead from Globner's disease

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

||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:53 AM and late as usual, it's L7OH, just back from Oregon."
L7OH: How is my horse, Nobby?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 1:02 AM: ginger jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ginger - dead from the common cold

||||||||| 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 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| L7OH - dead from intense demonic possession

||||||||| 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 ushers KenB-Oregon into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 4:06 AM, then departs.
||||||||| 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."