A Firesign Chat for Oct 31, 2013 [11 parts]

[Catherwood]

[part 1 of 11]
HTML version at
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||||||||| 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 31, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "1:57 PM and late as usual, it's B.Bunny3, just back from Oxnard."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| B.Bunny3 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 2:19 PM: madchandler jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
madchandler: so this is how you get here... had to find the magick portal
||||||||| It's 2:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| madchandler - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 3:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Porgy Tirebiter tiptoes in around 3:22 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 3:25 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...
||||||||| It's 3:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Porgy Tirebiter - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Monsieur Pathos close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 6:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Monsieur Pathos: Get down, Catherwood. That's not even your branch.
||||||||| Catherwood gets down that's not even his branch.
||||||||| turkey sneaks in around 6:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
turkey: you saw that???
turkey: it started out as fun
turkey: A M F
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| "7:01 PM? 7:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DJTween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DJTween enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a special Halloween 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)'
||||||||| It's 7:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| turkey - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "7:25 PM? 7:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "john geoffrey should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as john geoffrey enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:09 PM, dragging Woodrow Stool by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| 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 carlbeatyes plummets into the garden at 8:24 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:39 PM, dragging blurtcaster by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo [TM]?"
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| john geoffrey - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - 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 leads Frankengribble into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:42 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts biuvoi in through the front door at 8:42 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Evenin', folks
||||||||| Outside, the 8:42 PM downtown bus from Chicago pulls away, leaving paisley horsey coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:42 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Funfun Town."
Nabby: Greets
DJTween: Hi Paisley, Nabby
paisley horsey: hola
||||||||| Outside, the 8:44 PM uptown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi late
late: howdy - hope you didn't get flooded
DJTween: I didn't, but lots of places around town did.
DJTween: They closed down the passenger rail from Leander due to flooding
late: good to hear, y, pretty bad - hopefully drought is ending
||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Ralph Spoilsport coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: It'll take a while to do that, but this are looking really green for a change, which hasn't happened in a _very_ long time
DJTween: Hey Dexter
DJTween: Hi Ralph
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'stebkat', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Nabby: late, Dexter, paisley, Ralph
DJTween: Hi kat
Ralph Spoilsport: ;-)
DJTween: *things are looking
stebkat: hey DJT
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween: Saw about that flooding in Austin...hope you weren't affected
stebkat: Hey DJT
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'pharmer', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Ralph Spoilsport: Hiya Friends
||||||||| 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 Hideo Fallganger plummets into the garden at 8:49 PM.
DJTween: Not personally, but lots of others were
DJTween: Hi pharmer
Dexter Fong: Indeed Tween
pharmer: Hi All. Happy Halloween
Hideo Fallganger: Just in a Nick of time!
Nabby: Hey there's more
||||||||| Catherwood leads EWeston 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.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet in through the front door at 8:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
pharmer: Hi DJ
Beet: Howdy all. Happy Hallowed Fire-Awareness or something like that.
Dexter Fong: Hi EW
Dexter Fong: Hey Beet
||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 PM downtown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving matilda coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi EW, Beet
DJTween: Hi matilda
Nabby: Hollow weenie
Dexter Fong: Hi matilda, still waltzing I hope
EWeston: Evening all, jazzed to be here
Beet: Hi Dex Hi Tween
matilda: Happy Halloween everyone!
Beet: Howdy EW
stebkat: gaze into my crystal balls
Nabby: Back atcha
pharmer: Right back atcha
Beet: Nice to see you back Nabby
pharmer: Did anybody see J Men Forever ?
EWeston: Beeter an Tweeny yow

[Catherwood]

[part 2 of 11]
Dexter Fong: I've seen it
pharmer: i saw it a long time ago at a SF convention here in Philly
Nabby: Hey Beet
EWeston: I've got a CD of J men somewhere
Beet: Is it noteworthy?
pharmer: very
DJTween: I have the DVD, EW
Dexter Fong: It's quite amusing
||||||||| Merlyn steals in around 8:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
pharmer: it's a hodge podge of serial movie footage with FT overdubs
EWeston: Good fun, some amazing serial clipping done to make it
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: "Yank Smellfinger"
DJTween: Hey Merlyn. Thanks for the email
matilda: LOL
Beet: Hey Merl
Merlyn: sure thing
pharmer: Are their videos available online?
DJTween: Yeah EW, must have been a gas to make it
pharmer: or you tube?
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| biuvoi - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Frankengribble - dead from The Plague
||||||||| blurtcaster - dead from measles

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

DJTween: Just a sec, pharmer
Merlyn: laugh.com has J-Men on DVD: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithpebeandp.html
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Beet: cool
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie
EWeston: It's good when your work is fun
Beet: Hi Mud
Rufus_T_Firetween: @pharmer - J-Men Forever - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jmen-ln
Nabby: Hi Mud
EWeston: Mudster ahoy
Rufus_T_Firetween: and yes, their videos are available at their site, including the PBS Weirdly Cool appearance
Mudhead: Happy Halloween all
Beet: Werewolf!
||||||||| ahclem enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits at the bar.
pharmer: thanx
EWeston: Was wolf, he run off
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya gang
Nabby: Holly Happoween!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:57 PM and late as usual, it's men&womenInYourArea, just back from Middletown."
Nabby: squeeze_the
squeeze_the_wheeze: new material for me this week, i am excited
EWeston: BOO!!
DJTween: kewl, squeeze
Nabby: Yikes!
men&womenInYourArea: in various poses
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'chatname', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Dexter Fong: Pppptttthhhhhhhttt!!
DJTween: Hi chatname
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mugwumps', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:58 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Beet: Screeeeeeeech!
Mudhead: Catherwood get candy corn for all
||||||||| Catherwood gets candy corn for all.
||||||||| CS bounds in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
Beet: Howdy CS
EWeston: Throw that screech a line!
CS: Hi All
DJTween: Hey CS
mugwumps: hiya friends
matilda: I prefer groat clusters over candy corn
Nabby: Hi CS
mugwumps: ......hot buttered!
Dexter Fong: I saw Dick Chaney...he was the werewolf
EWeston: CS a Count Floyd, Good evening....
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Beet: Are those groat clusters sugarless?
DJTween: Hi shoes
CS: good warm up music, tween
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, October 31, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
matilda: hot buttered is right
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM crosstown bus from Virginia pulls away, leaving sinapps coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: howdy all
squeeze_the_wheeze: don't forget your entrenching tool
EWeston: Label says energized Flavin.
DJTween: merci CS
Beet: Hi Shoes
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi shoes
matilda: hey there
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
DJTween: Hi sinapps
shoes for the dead: remember tomorrow is All Soles Day
matilda: argh
CS: i'll be sure and take off my shoes
Beet: no shoes
DJTween: when we remember our shoes?
EWeston: Take all your soles out for a walk
||||||||| Around 9:01 PM, ahclem walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ahclem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ahclem enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Lt. Bradshaw inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: air out your sole
Beet: What is this, Tween?
EWeston: Uhclem is moving backwards in time?
sinapps: This is awesome. Somehow, I never even heard of Bride of Firesign.
DJTween: a bit from Boom Dot Bust
||||||||| 9:02 PM: General Defective jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
ahclem: more sugar!!!
Nabby: We're doomed.
shoes for the dead: devilmaster!

[Catherwood]

[part 3 of 11]
Nabby: Hi Tween!!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'AhhhClem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts AntelopeFreeway into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:03 PM, then departs.
pharmer: Greetings from Philadelphia Pa
EWeston: Should be able to do that, baring random acts of weirdness
||||||||| 9:03 PM: Captain Equinox jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hamby inside, makes a note of the time (9:04 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - VARIOUS FST HALLOWEEN BITS - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign Albums, Books and other Cool Goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
shoes for the dead: a pa rom Philly?
Dexter Fong: Brother Tweeny is getting quite creative with the mixes
pharmer: yep
||||||||| 9:05 PM -- AhhhClem left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
ahclem: we're absolutely no fun, we fell right over.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:05 PM, dragging AhhhClem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
pharmer: Been listening to FT since 1969
AhhhClem: !
EWeston: I that that was the horizon moving up
Nabby: !
Captain Equinox: Hiya Kiddos!
mugwumps: that's a stab from the past.
Dexter Fong: or mayber we were all just getting down
shoes for the dead: hi CE
CS: almost as long as they've existed
Merlyn: your ears must get tired
Nabby: with our bad selves?
Captain Equinox: Exorcism in your daily life?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'humble king', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
mugwumps: that's before the beginning
AhhhClem: pi = 3.14159
men&womenInYourArea: Rear Rev. Sport Trindleberg gives up this day...
Captain Equinox: Howdy sftd
||||||||| ahclem is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:07 PM.
EWeston: I'm gettin down with the flying Spagetti Monster
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:07 PM and Yilap waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
late: mmm corn smut
men&womenInYourArea: I, Prince Acturas commands it
AhhhClem: the working model has gas
EWeston: Some new names tonight, Velcum!
EWeston: The Beaners supplyed the fewel
pharmer: I've never been here at the chat, my loss
mugwumps: been meaning to come on...
AhhhClem: Smut! Give me smut and nothing but!
DJTween: Welcome one and all...
sinapps: All oil refineries need to be exorcized.
AhhhClem: didn't Frank Zappa sing about Bob(by) Brfown?
men&womenInYourArea: Mucus Bruto... Up with the cock I see.
CS: welcome pharmer. i was here at the beginning in 95
shoes for the dead: soak it 12 times a day
EWeston: Chrew on this rhy smutt, expands minds 12 differant ways
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from the yaws
||||||||| paisley horsey - dead from dengue fever

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

||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bugnuts', just granted probation at 9:10 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
pharmer: hi cs
men&womenInYourArea: Bend boys bend...at least me feet on dry land
mugwumps: give me them......or I'm goi g over there
Bugnuts: Hail, humans! ;)
late: ringball!
Beet: I am curious about the Fade In and Outers
EWeston: You've just set me pants afloat!
sinapps: Impressionist cathedrals look different at different times of the day.
stebkat: hola
shoes for the dead: what's that got to do with exorcism?
Bugnuts: They say you are what you eat...but I don't remember eating a Sexy Beast. ;)
Beet: Just like anything I guess
men&womenInYourArea: maybe a doll will drop on her
late: more than you can ever imagine
EWeston: But will they follow around the room?
sinapps: Who's Bruce?
CS: monet invested a lot of paint proving it.
Hideo Fallganger: If you're looking for the captain of the ringball team you can bet....he won't....be there.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM bus from California pulls away, leaving wunderpants coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bugnuts: Smarter than the average chair!
Captain Equinox: Hi Kurt!
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Bambi', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Bambi: howdy folks! :-)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Wagstaff in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Bambi!
Bambi: Hey Kurt
Bambi :-)
EWeston: Someone's mean to Bambi
CS: Hi Bambi
General Defective: Fire on NPR!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi: What you doing in Wash, DC?
Nabby: Great shows
Captain Equinox: Robert Siegel always sounded like Stan Freberg to me
Elayne: Evenin' all, and happy Hallowe'en!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:12 PM crosstown bus from Seattle pulls away, leaving janet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Wagstaff: Hello roomies....where is the audio? Am I too early or too late or too shoes?
Bambi: hi Elayne!
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
EWeston: Strike their flag!
Bugnuts: Stop slapping me! ;)
Beet: Hi Elayne
wunderpants: Happy Halloween everybody!
Merlyn: hi E
CS: Hi El
Bambi: hi CS ... is that you Cat?
CS: yes bambi
shoes for the dead: hi E
EWeston: Should be an active link above Wagstaff
Dexter Fong: Bug: If you don't wanna be slapped, don't spread you eagle like that

[Catherwood]

[part 4 of 11]
Elayne: Bambi!! Wonderful to see you here again!@
men&womenInYourArea: her heavily rouge nipples
CS: i change names a bit these days
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
men&womenInYourArea: laced tight with string cheese
Bambi: howdy :-)
Principalpoop: boo! hahahaha
Beet: Poop is here
Nabby: during the months with oysters in em
||||||||| carlbeatyes rushes off, saying "9:14 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Bugnuts: Tanks, Dex. Will won't do! ;)
Dexter Fong: Hi Poop
Nabby: Mutt & Smutt!
EWeston: Thinner than the stuff you carried in your wallet, like money?
Bugnuts: Pull your mucklucks out of the cellophane, they should be done by now.
shoes for the dead: hi PP
men&womenInYourArea: I wrote it with the guy who had wrote it
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Liz in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Liz
Principalpoop: satanic mass and potluck
General Defective: a clueless cluck clanner
EWeston: A zombie writer?
Bugnuts: Vilmos! Velcomennnn!
sinapps: All them Kluk Klanners are notably Klueless.
Wagstaff: gory goodie bags for everyone
EWeston: Enter of your own free will...sucker.
DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone some gory goodie bags
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone some gory goodie bags.
CS: ktrue, ksinapps
stebkat: LOl....serial killer trading cards
General Defective: love!gory goodies!
shoes for the dead: but this is a bag of shit!!!!
Bugnuts: Only one trick or treater at my door thus far. The wolves must be working.
Beet: really good shit
Nabby: but it's really gory shit
Wagstaff: No little pigs for me....I'm a mediaite
Nabby: blech
Captain Equinox: The sign that says NO CANDY - GO AWAY
EWeston: To much meet in your diet?
Captain Equinox: Works
Bugnuts: SO sticky, I have isopropyl alcohol and a paper towel handy!
Elayne: Nobody knows there are houses at the end of the U-shaped driveway where I live, so we never get trick or treaters.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** THE FIRESALE STORE - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio
shoes for the dead: i bought candy, they won't come
Dexter Fong: Good Job RUFUS
CS: Icy complains. We keep lights off.
Wagstaff: All our lights are off so I can sit here and listen to the fab four
Bugnuts: I alzo live on a cul de suck sorta arrangement, Elayne.
Nabby: Yes Rufus!
EWeston: 200ft down an unlighted dirt road sees few tiney feet
Nabby: turn up the volume
CS: I used this on one of my shows.
Nabby: (not really just being a parrot)
sinapps: The merlot with the Almond Joys, the Budweiser with the Snickers. If you are weird enough to have leftover licorice, I recommend Canadian whiskey.
EWeston: Did you ever sell that bar?
Wagstaff: I've got my two tones to the floorboard now
||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM crosstown bus from Pennsylvania pulls away, leaving Woodrow Stool coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
pharmer: just downloaded some douglas adams excerpts
Dexter Fong: Helooo Woodrow
Nabby: Judy where are you when I need you
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Bosco Hearn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Mudhead: The licorice goes well with Absinthe
Bugnuts: Jaundice it is!!
Principalpoop: i forget the dance moves for the monsters mash
EWeston: Just read a Docter Who Story started by Douglas A
DJTween: Hey Muddy
DJTween: Yo P
||||||||| Catherwood leads Frank Acme inside, makes a note of the time (9:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
sinapps: Beat the Reaper has been sponsored by the Republican Party.
CS: Adams was a sort of one man Firesign. Sort of.
Wagstaff: Bring that topless nurse over here!
shoes for the dead: yuppers, CS
sinapps: Why can't Douglas A finish his own stories.
EWeston: Excellent story, never completed at the time
Nabby: Aww he didn't beat the reaper
Principalpoop: two cows lying in bed, one is saying, it was the same nightmare again, the golden arches
Wagstaff: I'm terribly sorry....you didn't beaat the reaper --Ted Crruz
Bugnuts: Loosna's Castor Oil Flakes!
Nabby: Koff koff
||||||||| "Hey janet!" ... janet turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:23 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Beet: We can dream, Wag
pharmer: he died in 2001
Bugnuts: Halloweenies in Howlywood!
||||||||| janet sneaks in around 9:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Ah, late 70's I guess
CS: this is from 1990, the single year Heat was on the air.
EWeston: He, up and died, unfortunately. If you ever saw the multiple Docter's story with one of them stuck on a canal. That was all that got made of it
Elayne: Okay Cat, Tween's called you out, this bit was around the Power era...
Elayne: I knew it Tween, I just knew Cat would get it! :)
Elayne: "The corner of Faux and Naive..." I love it.
CS: wow. really hissy.
CS: yes Power was serialized on Heat. same show
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| matilda - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| men&womenInYourArea - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Lt. Bradshaw - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| AntelopeFreeway - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| AhhhClem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Yilap - dead from Globner's disease

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

shoes for the dead: trigger treat
Nabby: They're dropping like flies

[Catherwood]

[part 5 of 11]
Elayne: They were talking about Hussein and chemical weapons back then?
mugwumps: if a Firesign Theatre quotd falls on deaf ears does it make a noise?
EWeston: Hand's up!
Principalpoop: huh?
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
Elayne: Wow, that predates Bush the Younger Idiot by a decade, then.
DJTween: Hey E
General Defective: s & l ?
||||||||| 9:26 PM: jahgust jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' Tween, nice work on tonight's compilation!
Principalpoop: savings and loans,
Wagstaff: Face of Communism.....it looks like Santa Claus!
jahgust: Hey all! Current;y vibrating from too much candy!
Principalpoop: one of the first bailouts of crooks
Dexter Fong: Hi jah
jahgust: BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
CS: Hi Joe
Nabby: haha
Captain Equinox: This still sounds like Late 90s
||||||||| vartan steps in at 9:27 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: trick or jahgust?
Elayne: Jahgust, try sugarless next year. :)
EWeston: That's why god invented thorazin
DJTween: Hi vartan
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Regnad Kcin into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:27 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Regnad
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:28 PM, dragging Merciful Lee Dickens by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** THE FIRESALE STORE - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio

Principalpoop: vartan, sounds like the king of the mole people middle name
CS: I remember recording this from distant Seattle npr station on halloween, 1990
jahgust: Sugarless is no fun it falls right under!
Dexter Fong: Uh OH...prepare for reverse action
CS: still sounds like its coming in from a distant time and space
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'soundslikedave', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Principalpoop: no, they said oliver was an old costume
Merciful Lee Dickens: Which way's Goshen?
shoes for the dead: thru a mobius time earp
Merlyn: It's at http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
shoes for the dead: warp
Elayne: Thanks Merlyn!
Dexter Fong: A different twist on Oliver
EWeston: The otherway
jahgust: I am currently finishing listening to the Fools In Space series! I hope we can get the video synched with the sound for some kind of release!!
Elayne: Oh good,Phil P gets to use his Peter Lorre-ish voice. :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
sinapps: Why did the chicken cross the Mobius strip?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'uhclem', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks Merlyn :)
Principalpoop: hahahaha
Regnad Kcin: !em gnippals potS
Merlyn: I love bergman's laughing here
EWeston: Bwah hah hah
janet: can't get there from here.....
Merlyn: he was reading it cold
Dexter Fong: sinapps: TO get to the other top?
shoes for the dead: to get to the porraige bird's nest
Bugnuts: Quantum magnetopiles!
sinapps: To get to the same side.
EWeston: Next to the poor rich bard
||||||||| 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 So Does Louise plummets into the garden at 9:31 PM.
DJTween: Hi Louise
CS: someone ames to please
Bugnuts: Dungeons and drag queens!!
Nabby: dungeons & drag queens
Dexter Fong: Regnad: When you log in with that nick, everything you type comes out backwards
Wagstaff: Puff the Magic Dragqueen
sinapps: Ed Ames to emasculate.
EWeston: Louise ducks
jahgust: I love that the series was mostly cold readings!
So Does Louise: Where am I?
Principalpoop: you are here, maybe
Nabby: Them
||||||||| 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 GabrielPetrie disembarks at 9:33 PM.
sinapps: Les fourmis.
Dexter Fong: Louise: Nino has you in Arkansas
EWeston: Beside yourself
Beet: This series is screaming for a DVD compilation.
So Does Louise: Perhaps. Took a while getting here...
Wagstaff: Them....it rhymes with "M"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
Principalpoop: the next state should be called Ariowa
Dexter Fong: & M
So Does Louise: Arkansas? Really?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hal O'Dali close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:34 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
sinapps: She always was a queen.
EWeston: Right next to N, and that stands for Noid!
Bugnuts: Time hoonds all wheels.
shoes for the dead: where's that ether?
jahgust: No Buddhist writers! I like to whip that one out in conversations out of context just to see the looks on peoples faces!
CS: hi hal
Dexter Fong: Louise: ON the same line as the dialog box is NINO in blue, click on it
Hal O'Dali: Hal-lo!!!
Nabby: Thanks Rufus
Nabby: Love Fuse of Doom
DJTween: yw Nabby :)
Merciful Lee Dickens: I'm here to pick up CHICKS! Which one of you geeks has seen one?
Bugnuts: The Ether? It's next to the Or.
EWeston: Allo Hal
Principalpoop: peep peep
sinapps: Was that acme or acne?
Nabby )
Nabby
EWeston: All my chickens are into bondage
So Does Louise: Why? What'll happen?

[Catherwood]

[part 6 of 11]
shoes for the dead: pressed duck
Hideo Fallganger: Ive been a fan since I was knee high to a married grasshopper (or 40 years, whichever came first) and there is still so much Firesign I have not heard before
Dexter Fong: Louise: Nino located everybody's location...well most everybody
EWeston: Their tricker treating as Zombie Chickens
CS: there is an enormous amoung, hideo
DJTween: Draw the curtains. I'm not much of an artist. lol
So Does Louise: Ah hah. Is that like a peeping tom?
jahgust: Packin meat!
Principalpoop: nino is no peeper, he knows all
Dexter Fong: Louise: No...it's a service
So Does Louise: Dexter.
||||||||| uhClem sneaks in around 9:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Someone's packing pecs
Dexter Fong: Yes?????
DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
shoes for the dead: epelin ube!!
EWeston: Where do you want this gross, er pallet of packed pecs?
Dexter Fong: ou bet hoes!!
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from measles
||||||||| vartan - dead from jaundice
||||||||| mugwumps - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| stebkat - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Bambi - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Liz - dead from the fiddlers

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

Dexter Fong: 2 yaws, 2 fiddlers and etc
Elayne: Love the "drawing curtains" pun, Robin and I use that a lot.
jahgust: It's a massacree I tells ya!
So Does Louise: Dexter: Nino has the right state, but is slightly off on the city. Interesting.
DJTween: my goodness, that's some serious reaping
Principalpoop: same vein as I am not a piano but I play one on tv
sinapps: That must be Dorothy Parker across the table.
shoes for the dead: the lights went out in the bathroom and i missed everything
Dexter Fong: Louise: Well, it's not an easy job, being locked inside a steel box, as Nino is
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/ - I highly recommend visiting that section of the Firesign.com site. It's absolutely wonderful to watch them in action
EWeston: I've got a dangerous brain, and I'm not sayin were I"m hiding it!
Principalpoop: arkansas has more than one city? who knew?
Bugnuts: At your cervix! ;)
Nabby: Yay part 2
Bugnuts: I've lost my mind...watch where you step!
Dexter Fong slaps Bugnuts spread eagle
Elayne: Yay indeed, Nabby!
EWeston: Los of cheap homes in Mayflower Ark.
CS: one of predecessors of giant rat
jahgust: With the release of the Dukes DVD the Fools series needs a release to complete their ouvre! Adding the 4 final episodes that they were slowly doing through RFO "Talking Over Each Other"!
EWeston: To late Buggy... Opps.
DJTween: definitely, CS
Bugnuts: Bugnuts slaps himself back at Dexter the slapper.
Principalpoop: sireebral or sairebral
So Does Louise: PrincipalPoop: I'm from L.A. (mainly the valley) and am desperate to get out.
Dexter Fong smirks because Bugnuts doesn't know the *action* action
CS: where in the valley?
EWeston: Reptoribrial
Principalpoop: for sure
||||||||| Geregerbil enters at 9:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
CS: I was going to high school on Sepulveda when I first heard Radio Free Oz on KRLA
So Does Louise: Went to Walter Reed. Later lived in Studio City, the Venice. Then Little Rock...
EWeston: Whatever
shoes for the dead: not with your mouth full EW
Bugnuts: Fong the dong gets pleasure from others' inconvenience. Call de poleeeez.
CS: I lived in Van Nuys, then Sherman Oaks, then Canada.
So Does Louise: I left the n off of "then". I'm so ashamed.
pharmer: thanx for the link to laugh.com
EWeston: I'm not figgeting, it a yoga thing, tryst me.
Geregerbil: I was on acid the first time I heard FST
So Does Louise: VENTURA BLVD.!
Principalpoop: what sort of acid, be specific
DJTween: yikes Geregerbil
Dexter Fong: In thepouring rain
Nabby: hahaha
CS: really took a hit in the earthquake
Geregerbil: It was OK a bunch of freaks rented out some rooms in old hotel from hell.
jahgust: From priest to mlen!
Principalpoop: stormclouds
Nabby: whisperin aspirin
Principalpoop: i thought that was trieste
Nabby: yum yum
CS: this is from hour hour, if not earlier
Dexter Fong: In God we Trieste
Merlyn: I think stormclouds was from an hour hour show
EWeston: It's a raining night in Urup
Geregerbil: probably blotter or windowpane, it was a long time ago. lol
Principalpoop: hehe oki
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - "THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN" - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> Amazon.com - http://www.amazon.com/Bride-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00005NQK4'
CS: yes meryl, i just wondered if it had a predecessor in some other austin radio piece
: Never heard Bride Of Frankenstein - what a groove! THANKS
||||||||| Outside, the 9:49 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Merciful Lee Dickens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: living like a swell, being a stiff to the rest of the world
EWeston: It's swell
EWeston: I'll swell up again
Principalpoop: rosie wears my ring
Beet: Let's erect a memorial.
Geregerbil: Gotta listen to that!
EWeston: Under a wet towel
Principalpoop: wos real?
Beet: Pitch your tent
shoes for the dead: wassreel
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln
Principalpoop: i am old, shoes is with it
Nabby: wozreal?
EWeston: Wozohowitz...zat U?
DJTween: The liner notes for this album are pretty extensive ^^

[Catherwood]

[part 7 of 11]
||||||||| "9:53 PM? 9:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "rexdark should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as rexdark enters and sits at the bar.
Elayne: I didn't remember Pee-orgie...
CS: they are talkative
So Does Louise: Anybody know Bambi?
Geregerbil: Iz reel
DJTween: Hi rex
Dexter Fong: Louise: Yeah a few of us know Bambi
shoes for the dead: howdy rex
EWeston: Bambiz reel
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| janet - dead from measles
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Woodrow Stool - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Wagstaff - dead from measles
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| humble king - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| soundslikedave - dead from The Plague
||||||||| GabrielPetrie - dead from The Plague

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

DJTween: Bambi is a Firehead from way back
Geregerbil: I didn't make it to graduation, Poop.
So Does Louise: She may not know it, but she's a name thief.
DJTween: Her husband ah, clem used to DJ this show :)
Mudhead: What?
Principalpoop: huh?
CS: there has been a lot of that here
Beet: Does Bambi not visit here often?
So Does Louise: I know only of two others.
Mudhead: What kinda trash you talkin?
Dexter Fong: Yeah..I used to be Phil Austin...then Phil Proctor...I was Ossman for a few minutes...then I was One of the Jonas brothers
Elayne: Dang, I didn't get a chance to say g'bye to her. 'Twas good seeing Bambi again.
Nabby: Who am us anyway?
Geregerbil: Mr. Natural blotter? Berkely Blood window? Orange Sunshine tabs?
Elayne: Dex, I thought you were ALL of the Jonas Brothers.
CS: there is a fluidity of names here
So Does Louise: HA!
Dexter Fong: E: Nope, just the one
So Does Louise: There is a fluidity of insanity here. YAY.
Geregerbil: I dropped cubes with the Osmond Bros. in '75.
Principalpoop: the jonas brothers salk
Elayne: Wow, that's me going, going, gone. Sorry fellas. See you next week!
||||||||| At 9:58 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Later E
Mudhead: cya E
CS: by el
shoes for the dead: bye Elayne
jahgust: Bye El
Principalpoop: night E
EWeston: We've lost our E..
sinapps: How much for just the legs?
Beet: nite E
jahgust: Amanda Reckonwith!
EWeston: 25, 6 to 1, and never on Sumdays
Nabby: a drunken french monkey? hmmm
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Dexter Fong: any relation to Amanda Hugenkiss?
So Does Louise: I'll go. New people always make the regulars leave. Later.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: or Amanda Holeflapper
EWeston: Guumby Louise
Principalpoop: huh louise?
sinapps: Drunken french monkey = Proctor in Dr. Doolittle
Mudhead: Stop callin people thiefs
Dexter Fong: Schlong, Louise
||||||||| 10:00 PM: Rajah 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!"
sinapps: Relent was a fire pug.
DJTween: Hi Rajah
EWeston: It's a peoples fief
DJTween: ** The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
Geregerbil: spare weasils?
Dexter Fong: Hey DJT, I thought that kinda stuff was Rufus's job
shoes for the dead: feif and droms
Principalpoop: extra ferrets?
Dexter Fong: and we won't hold the stoats
EWeston: Dromidary drones set upon my horizon, send water.
DJTween: We both chip in, Dex ;)
Dexter Fong: Hope you share the tips
sinapps: There just aren't enough horas in a day.
Nabby: But how can you be....?
Dexter Fong: Precisely
Nabby: Yepsk.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Proctor and Bergman's new DC release of 1978's "GIVE US A BREAK" Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
Geregerbil: next
EWeston: Fuzzy math can be your friend
Principalpoop: spelling does not count, counting does
Bugnuts: Take THAT, Danger!
Geregerbil: Ancient aliens are smoking up my stash of random statins.
shoes for the dead: doe a deer......
Geregerbil: buck snort
Rufus_T_Firetween: That's right folks, you can only buy the album in DC. Oooops
Nabby: How many knees can a knee jerk....etc.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Proctor and Bergman's new CD release of 1978's "GIVE US A BREAK" Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
EWeston: Why do they always have to carry the ten?
Dexter Fong: Direct Current Firesign, flowing only one way....yours
Bugnuts: Flaashback!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 10:08 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Bugnuts: Spazooom!
Bunnyboy: Boo!
shoes for the dead: yuppers Dex
Nabby: Zwonk!
Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny
sinapps: You mean we've got to plug in the DC?
Bunnyboy: Oh, that was just for Texas.
DJTween: Hi Bunny

[Catherwood]

[part 8 of 11]
CS: hi bun
EWeston: Poor Blutworst, left behind on the flashback
Nabby: Bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
||||||||| 10:08 PM: Hawkmoth jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Nabby: Awww EW
DJTween: Hi Hawk
Dexter Fong: Hi Laura
jahgust: Bun!
CS: hi hawk
Bunnyboy: Hi, Laura
Principalpoop: purloined
Hawkmoth: Hiya :)
Bugnuts: Lift the bride, kiss the veil. Hee heee!
Nabby: Hawk
Bunnyboy: Hi, Joe. The REAL Joe.
sinapps: How much per loin?
shoes for the dead: somebody loined her!
Dexter Fong: Knit one, loin the other, too
Bugnuts: That's a....brown paper bag!
EWeston: Gird, or girdle yer lyons
Nabby: drop two
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| General Defective - dead from the common cold
||||||||| pharmer - dead from the yaws
||||||||| wunderpants - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from The Plague

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

Principalpoop: i will loin yah to fool with me
DJTween: Thanks much to CS and Merlyn for helping out with the FSt Halloween bits :)
jahgust: That'll loin ya!
Nabby: *applause*
CS: what's a job to a cat?
Geregerbil: I was trick or treating and some old bag gave me a letter to give to my parents.
EWeston: Loin today strained tomorrow
Bugnuts: Stop tracking mud across my clean kitchen floor!!
Beet: is nick selling out to the man?
Geregerbil: that's not a kitchen floor
shoes for the dead: were you 20, Gerb?
Bugnuts: Senor Tire Biter.
Nabby: Bebop
Geregerbil: nah, she can't tell I'm retired, but she says I'm too fat and I only weigh 40 lbs.
Principalpoop: lobo
||||||||| smaz steps in at 10:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Bugnuts: The aliens have landed.
Nabby: Entirely human
EWeston: The Loan wolf
CS: are you an old tv, ger?
Geregerbil: correction: the ancient aliens have landed!
Nabby: oh oh
Geregerbil: I have an old tv
EWeston: In what geological strata?
Nabby: Danny!
Bugnuts: The zen room's irridescent wallpaper glows in special ways this evening.
Principalpoop: things are happening in funfun town
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, freon for everybody
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Dexter Fong
Geregerbil: must be those papalusian fungae worts.
Nabby: The happy button
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, snub yourself
||||||||| Catherwood snubs himself .
CS: on is free. off is expensive
Dexter Fong: Sounds like DC to me cat
Bunnyboy: Catherwood wood cather
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Bunnyboy
Geregerbil: my dog is on Fox News talk group
shoes for the dead: turn it on and break off the knob
EWeston: Oh help, its the police

Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about "THE BRIDE OF FIRESIGN" at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bof-ln

Captain Equinox: Sit!
Nabby: the wind in my nose.....
Geregerbil: I'm hooked on UHF, who needs digital?
CS: how are things in seattle, bun?
EWeston: Analog and brocollie shall lead them
Geregerbil: the grease in my hair
Bunnyboy: Jess fahn. And Vancouver?
EWeston: Can be processed into biofuel
Geregerbil: premium
CS: Rainy today but it's been nice here of late.
EWeston: 94 octane?
Nabby: dogs can't lie
sinapps: Sleeping dogs lie.
EWeston: They can paw you
Geregerbil: strictly renewable
EWeston: Down at S&M fewel
shoes for the dead: leaks a little....
CS: they'd pawn you for dogfood
Geregerbil: I keep trying to order stuff off this web page
Principalpoop: too many poor hungry people, cut the food stamp budget to make them go to work
Bugnuts: Amazing, Grace!
EWeston: I'm watching one that keeps trying to herd the cat
Dexter Fong: Poop! Now cut that out!!
Principalpoop: the kids of the unemployed are just out of luck
shoes for the dead: give me your crad # and i'll help, Gerb
shoes for the dead: card
Dexter Fong: I like crad better
Geregerbil: let them eat ho-ho's
Nabby: Plus card
Dexter Fong: crad backwards is darc
EWeston: 24 billion for a shut down, no big deal.
CS: sometimes a doc is better than a cod
Geregerbil: as in darc stare?
||||||||| "10:23 PM? 10:23 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Oiloff should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Oiloff enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
shoes for the dead: darc plus card

[Catherwood]

[part 9 of 11]
sinapps: Doc Ness.
Nabby: equals?
Geregerbil: it got so cold, my pumpkin is very sleepy
DJTween: Hi Captain
Bugnuts: Plathizmograph that platypus!
Bunnyboy: Any FST news? Any?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
EWeston: Its run off!
CS: first john carpenter flick. he used to have a radio show after bergman's in 67
Bugnuts: A ferocious fashion statement!
Principalpoop: doc said last week the firesign radio station is coming soon
CS: still awaiting radio news, bun
DJTween: any news on the radio station, CS?
DJTween: question answered
Nabby: Cool warm up music tonight Tween.
Geregerbil: doc at the radar station?
CS: Dark Star. student flick with money
Bugnuts: Firesign station...coming soon...get a mop
uhclem: Time to work in Los Angeles. Worker passcode 31 12
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Frank Acme - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| So Does Louise - dead from the common cold

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

Bunnyboy: Coo. Any re-emerging video news?
CS: no news from me.
DJTween: Proc's in New Australia/New Zealand and has been putting up much photography on Facebook
Principalpoop: memrun uhclem
shoes for the dead: wow, a kid at the door

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Bugnuts: A bipedal super computer in development.
CS: yes, proc loves posting pix
DJTween: There are actually 3 FST fan pages on FB I've discovered so far
uhclem: Run destruct sequence 12
Geregerbil: what will super computer do when it runs out of data?
Principalpoop: commie martyr high school
Geregerbil: COMMUNIST MARTYRS HIGH SCHOOL!
CS: there used to be quite a few websites, tween
Principalpoop: nick danger becomes a musical
Nabby: unctual : )
Principalpoop: bob fosse doing the dance steps?
sinapps: And all that jazz.
shoes for the dead: pull the switch
Bugnuts: Cut him off at the past!
Principalpoop: life is a cabaret my friend
Nabby: it's electric
EWeston: Switch into what?
Geregerbil: but it's my life
shoes for the dead: not what, when
Principalpoop: mercedes new car is called a caberette
EWeston: An you'll do what you want.
Bunnyboy: I pulled a monstrous number of horror DVDs off the shelf...I'll be lucky to get to 1 or 2, this weekend.
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
Bunnyboy: Always behind, on my watchlists....
Principalpoop: 3 days of horror films? you will be twisted
EWeston: Circus?
Geregerbil: mmmm...pudding
Bunnyboy: Dr. Firesign. Dr. Phibes.
Bugnuts: Phibes lives!!
CS: ive never seen the flick this is based on
EWeston: David' pretty agressive in this ones
Bunnyboy: "Vulnavia..."
shoes for the dead: he's got my writers!
CS: yes we can
Bunnyboy: cat: FRANKENSTEIN?
Geregerbil: Lovecraft he ain't
Bugnuts: I've both the Phibes films. I recommend 'em.
CS: canadians can really write
Nabby: muahahahahaha
CS: i have avoided horror flicks
Geregerbil: they have 9 months to sit and write
sinapps: Et tu, Pluto?
EWeston: Watta wirled
Bugnuts: "backflips"
DJTween: I really like John Carpenter
Dexter Fong: The Astronaaut?
Bunnyboy: cat: Seen VAMPYR? Not so much a horror film as a dream film.
DJTween: Starman and In The Mouth Of Madness are favorites
CS: isnt this too close to the fishing show that ends doom?
Principalpoop: his sister died of starvation right?
Bugnuts pirouettes
CS: no, bun. as i said, i have avoided horror as a genre
Bugnuts double backflips
||||||||| 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'
Bunnyboy: Ooh, I gotta find the newly released IN THE MOUTH OF MADNESS Blu.
Geregerbil: somnabulist the firs the best
Dexter Fong: Cat: I kinda sense that this was a sketch they had worked out and just decided to weave it into Bride
EWeston: Glutimoto, zat U
Bugnuts halves a mountain with the edge of his hand
Dexter Fong: Good job Bunuts, you found it =)
DJTween: I'd say it weaved pretty well ;)
DJTween: Do you also put lighter fluid on guitars, Bugnut?
Dexter Fong: Tween: They *were* really good writers
Bugnuts: The whole place was filling up with promotional items.
Geregerbil: don we now our fun apparel
Bugnuts: Freshman Pig Night!
EWeston: Keerful with that whip.
Principalpoop: wrong holiday gereger
Geregerbil: mmmm pork butt
Bugnuts: You mean Betty Jo
CS: Canadian sunset
shoes for the dead: wasn't Canadian Sunset good acid?
Bunnyboy: The Gerbil refs a "cute" Hallmark practice...substituting the word "fun" for "gay".
Geregerbil: Hacker Bilk?
EWeston: You mean to Betty Joe?

[Catherwood]

[part 10 of 11]
Bunnyboy: I'm not mean to...
CS: great sunsets from my deck.
Bunnyboy: She...she...
Nabby: I'll bet
Bunnyboy: ....likes it that way...
Beet: Thanks for a fun evening. Thanks, 'Tween. Happy Halloween, all. Nite.
Nabby: grrreat record
Captain Equinox: Fun's fun, but I gotta go. Great night all!
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
CS: great show as usual, tween
Nabby: Thanks Tween
EWeston: Don't figget know, it don't impress da laydez
Dexter Fong: Thanks so much Tweeny
Geregerbil: who's not insane?
DJTween: Thanks folks :)
sinapps: TTFsN
shoes for the dead: Thanks, Twen!!!!
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| smaz - dead from the fiddlers

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

Bunnyboy: Thanks, Kurt!
Nabby: Great to C every 1
EWeston: By BB
Nabby: got a buzz
Captain Equinox: Thanks Kurt
||||||||| At 10:40 PM, Nabby rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| sinapps runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's sinapps?! It's 10:40 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Thanks too to Merlyn our grcious host
Principalpoop: is thank tween you
Bugnuts goes back to his cave of glowing colors. 80 oats.
Captain Oiloff: I gotta fly.
||||||||| At 10:40 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Bugnuts!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
CS: indeed, dex
Geregerbil: thanx for invite
Principalpoop: yes M the man
Dexter Fong: Ah doo Bug
Principalpoop: all be well, Boo! for halloween
||||||||| At 10:41 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: Thanks to Merlyn for providing the chat :)
CS: they have had so much fun doing this
Dexter Fong: Night Poop, and don't forget to pick me up some o' that gov'ming cheese
DJTween: Until last time, again...
EWeston: Eeek, Runawaybye!
||||||||| 10:42 PM -- Hal O'Dali left for parts unknown. (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Mudhead: nite all
CS: off we flee
||||||||| "10:42 PM? I'm late!" exclaims CS, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
jahgust: Indeed Good bless you and God night all! I'm so sleepy! I've been popping reds and yellows all day!
Dexter Fong: Night EW
||||||||| At 10:42 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Around 10:42 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Night Poop, and don't forget to pick me up some o' that gov'ming cheese
||||||||| DJTween says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, DJTween exits at 10:43 PM.
||||||||| jahgust says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, jahgust exits at 10:43 PM.
Dexter Fong: Jah
EWeston: Ve floss und fletch
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
Dexter Fong: and all
||||||||| EWeston departs at 10:43 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Bunnyboy: Oh! Nite, alle yez!
||||||||| Bunnyboy is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:46 PM.
||||||||| 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 Vato gets out at 10:48 PM.
: Hey Mister! Wait for me! I've got a nickel!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:50 PM and late as usual, it's Merciful Lee Dickens, just back from Hellmouth."
Merciful Lee Dickens: Hey, where'd everybody go? Alright, Bottles - looks like we've got the place to ourselves....
||||||||| Merlyn is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:52 PM.
||||||||| "10:54 PM? 10:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Zen Cosmos should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Zen Cosmos enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens leaves at 10:54 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 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Oiloff - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| rexdark - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hideo Fallganger - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Rajah - dead from measles

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

Zen Cosmos: I'll reap the beaters...
Zen Cosmos: too late to partay but at least I showed up...
||||||||| Hideo Matt tiptoes in around 10:57 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Zen Cosmos: News!...thre Giant rat ofSumatra has been re-genegineered into a Giant Nakked Mole Rat...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Zen Cosmos: *leaving* aw shucks and guvno suk em sim...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:01 PM, dragging Ah Clem by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Zen Cosmos: wait I still Haunt youse guyses...
Zen Cosmos: is there a real officialese ending to this conclave?
||||||||| LawyersHospital sneaks in around 11:06 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Zen Cosmos: (has ASD iac attack and starts rythmically pounding his head against wall) oooooooohhhhhh
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Saxwoman close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
LawyersHospital: And a merry Halloween to all the little rolling punk ins still waiting for the rain on Hollywood and vine...
||||||||| At 11:09 PM, LawyersHospital rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hideo Matt - dead from The Plague
||||||||| uhclem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Vato - dead from Globner's disease

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

Zen Cosmos: bwahahahahahahahaha
Zen Cosmos: I'll git you my pretty...and your littel dog too er toto
Zen Cosmos: bye and bye see ya next Thors' Day
||||||||| Around 11:22 PM, Zen Cosmos walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "11:24 PM and late as usual, it's mugwumps, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Geregerbil - dead from the common cold

[Catherwood]

[part 11 of 11]
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Saxwoman - dead from The Plague

||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already 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:
||||||||| mugwumps - dead from jaundice

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

||||||||| 11:44 PM: Elevator Doors Open jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Elevator Doors Open: Anyone left? Everyone left?
Elevator Doors Open: Elevator Dooors Close
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elevator Doors Open - dead from The Plague

||||||||| 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..
||||||||| RedPillTweeny enters at 12:06 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from The Plague

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

||||||||| Outside, the 12:26 AM bus from Boulder pulls away, leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:28 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "12:28 AM and late as usual, it's Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), just back from Elmertown."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello, Dear Friends! Flotsam and I just returned to our flat only to find our good friend, Rocky Rococo sitting in the waiting room.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): On this cold Halloween night, it seemed so appropriate that our old friend has come to visit us. Now we are all enjoying the fire while our Muckluks are drying in our vat of melted dry ice.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I hear a knock at the door! Flotsam, you flathead, please answer the knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bozo 60 into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:38 AM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from the yaws

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

Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why, it's Nancy with our old friend Mr. Danger! It would appear that they have wounded their old heels. Well, then! There is more room for more Muckluks! Wish all of you Firesign Theatre Dear Friends would join us in our warm, cozy Marylebone flat! See you all next week, Dear Freuds!
||||||||| "12:54 AM? 12:54 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Captain Equinox should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Captain Equinox enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Bozo 60 - dead from the fiddlers

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

Captain Equinox: Howdy do
Captain Equinox: Ah well, it was worth a shot. Happy Hallowe'en, you all.
||||||||| Captain Equinox leaves at 12:58 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.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:09 AM and Peter Protector bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Peter Protector: I am not carrying a grape, by the way. It's a little flat thing--with EYES.
Peter Protector: Mother of Cod! It's an anchovy!
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Peter Protector - dead from intense demonic possession

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

||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| chatname - dead from jaundice

||||||||| 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.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'RedPillTweeny', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:16 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever

||||||||| 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.
||||||||| mugwumps enters at 3:54 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 4:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mugwumps - dead from dengue fever

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

||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."