A Firesign Chat


||||||||| 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 March 27, 2008 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Firebroiled in through the front door at 8:35 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Firebroiled: The True White Brother is coming home.
Remember what the Great Spirit said?
If we did what we were supposed to do,
and lived according to The Plan,
White Brother would finish his work in the East
and come back to us.

Not you, Bush!

||||||||| Firebroiled leaves at 8:36 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..."
||||||||| The other guy steals in around 3:48 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
The other guy: I know that Fred has closed the curtain, but where oh where is Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to The other guy and yells "oh, fuck off The other guy!"
The other guy: Bite me Dr. Memory!
The other guy: Have at you!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
The other guy: Is Catherwood wearing a dress?
||||||||| Catherwood ignores The other guy
||||||||| It's 4:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| The other guy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:30 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, vote for Papoon'
||||||||| ah,clem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, ah,clem exits at 8:31 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mudhead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:31 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:34 PM, dragging Woody 1 by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Woody 1: Welcome Bozos and Bozoettes. I guess I feel like the MC. Here's a FAMILIAR that you can check out just to get in a mood. Monty Python's ""am. See yall in a bit. Woody 1 falls off of the two story building, being pushed by a thug of questionable intelligence.
Woody 1: http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5627694446211716271
Woody 1: Talk to after dinner in the sitting room. W1
||||||||| It's 8:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Woody 1 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| ah,clem enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| It's 9:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 27, 2008 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'llanwydd', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's Fred, just back from New York."
llanwydd: good evening folks
ah,clem: hi ll
ah,clem: hi Fred
llanwydd: or folk
Fred: Hello and good evening
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's cease, just back from Billville."
llanwydd: ah, there are three of us
cease: is it evening already?
ah,clem: hi Cat
llanwydd: now four
ah,clem: think so Cat
Fred: I'm here to bite yet another apple on yet another eve
llanwydd: keep the snake
cease: eve may have other ideas
cease: is this the pappoon thing?
ah,clem: yes
llanwydd: I watched some firesign on youtube a little while ago
cease: hey clem, are you ever planning to play the other stuff i sent you besides Down Under Danger?
||||||||| FrancisScottTweeny steps in at 9:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
cease: the varous proctor/bergman things, for example
FrancisScottTweeny: Oh say does that groat-spangled banner yet wave!!
Fred: We'll do the snakes late, OK?
ah,clem: was a request, Cat
llanwydd: something called I Want What I Want to Be the President
llanwydd: it was pretty funny
FrancisScottTweeny: Evenin' folks
llanwydd: Hey Tween
cease: its i relavent, clem
cease: i'd like to hear this on air america
ah,clem: yes, but have to listen to it all first, and time is never enough
FrancisScottTweeny: They should play it
Fred: Tweeny!
cease: do you have Campaign Chronicles, the rather extensive thing they did for npr in 80?
FrancisScottTweeny: Fred!
ah,clem: have some of it
llanwydd: I think that may be what I saw on youtube today
llanwydd: or something like it
cease: you saw firesign on youtube?
llanwydd: sure did
llanwydd: some great stuff called I Want What I Want to Be the President
cease: i thought this was a radio piece
FrancisScottTweeny: There are some clips from J-Men on YouTube
cease: i noticed hot shorts on you tube, i think jmen and maybe some other stuff
llanwydd: like I say, it might have been from that thing you mentioned or from that era
cease: maybe breaking up, we talked about last week
cease: jem and hot shorts are made for youtube
cease: wow, white families have an average ntetworth 6 times that of african americans
llanwydd: well this had to be from the early 80s
llanwydd: I can always tell what era from the color of austin's hair
cease: lol llan
FrancisScottTweeny: An then there's Roller Maidens ;)
cease: i wonder if austin is ever going to visit us here again?
FrancisScottTweeny: sure wish he would
llanwydd: yeah I miss phil too
cease: when i spoke to ossman a few weeks ago, he said austin lives just about full time on fox island now
cease: i think he'll show up when he has something to plug, like the nick danger box set ossman said he was working on
cease: i hope they get the magic mushroom set together
||||||||| 9:16 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
llanwydd: for some reason youtube usually shuts down my msntv2 before the end of the clip
Principalpoop: evening
llanwydd: Hi Prinip!
cease: hi poop
Principalpoop: oh say can you see?
Principalpoop: i don't know why it does that llan
llanwydd: I got to watch some good firesign today though
llanwydd: couldn't see the whole clip but...
FrancisScottTweeny: Hey P
Principalpoop: a running moot
FrancisScottTweeny: Oh say does that groat-spangled banner yet wave!!
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fred - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: o're l'nd of the f'ee and the h'me of the b'ave
llanwydd: it had proctor as fred, ossman as mertz, phil as their father and then proctor again as "walter"
cease: what was this, llan?
FrancisScottTweeny: Billville - the land of the fee
llanwydd: the clip I told you about on youtube
Principalpoop: fee fee fee brie brie brie
FrancisScottTweeny: hmmmmmmmm
llanwydd: but like I say, my msntv2 shut down before I could watch the whole thing
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Fred close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
FrancisScottTweeny: Blessed are the cheesemakers
FrancisScottTweeny: wb Fred
Principalpoop: you need to upgrade your flashjavadirectx llan
Fred: Thanks...
Principalpoop: my frames went kaphooey
llanwydd: if it were possible, princ
Principalpoop: wb fred
ah,clem: Blessed are the cheesemakers, for they will get fat
Principalpoop: and adobequicktimeshockwave
cease: found in llan. the president in 1972
Fred: if I had known about stunting trees...mumble ...grumble.
Principalpoop: hi ahhh, clem
cease: just found it, havent watched. maybe from martian space party
ah,clem: hi PP
Principalpoop: what kind of cheese?
llanwydd: I haven't seen the martian space party
Principalpoop: i don't think the limburger makers are blessed
llanwydd: one of these days I'm sure I will
cease: i bought it from lodestone just to support lodestone
Fred: Is the holey land located near Limburg?
cease: that's where they found the Book of Holes
Principalpoop: noo, swiss cheese has the holes in it
llanwydd: they are positively attractive
cease: this sounds like msp
Principalpoop: is limburg in switzerland? i may be on something here
Fred: So Cheese is does not live in Switzerland?
FrancisScottTweeny: The holes are bigger than the sum of the cheese
Principalpoop: i smell, therefore I am
Fred: Does Swiss cheese have 18 holes
ah,clem: "we are old enough to smell bad" B&B
cease: yes, this audio is from that video
Principalpoop: now they know how many holes it takes to fill up the albert hall hehe
FrancisScottTweeny: You have to use a putter to eat that type
Principalpoop: pampoon, not insane
Fred: Sounds like a Texan cheese to me...putter there pardner!
Principalpoop: now putter over there
llanwydd: I failed a theatrical audition today
llanwydd: these things happen
Principalpoop: what part was it?
llanwydd: have a big one coming up in may
llanwydd: I auditioned for
cease: condolences, llan
Principalpoop: show off, throw a towel over it
llanwydd: Night Must Fall by Emlyn Williams
cease: i'm sure the firelads failed many auditions
llanwydd: great play
Fred: I've had a big one comin up for days. (sorry llan)
Principalpoop: you failed that audition? ahh give it up llan, start selling insurance...
llanwydd: thanks princ
Principalpoop: glad to help
llanwydd: I'll go door to door as king lear
llanwydd: acting is really all I know
Principalpoop: i have been given a court order against leering again
FrancisScottTweeny: Have you seen Patrick Stewart in The King of Texas?
cease: ordure! ordure in the court!
llanwydd: no I haven't tween
FrancisScottTweeny: (King Lear TX style)
Principalpoop: ok, put your talents to use, become a politician
ah,clem: who were you leering at?
llanwydd: I recognize that line, cat
FrancisScottTweeny: Ordeurves in the court!
cease: its from Neal Amid
Fred: Horse Divers?
ah,clem: gee thanks, tasty
Principalpoop: captain of texas
llanwydd: I know. some great acting in that play
Principalpoop: that is a huge canape
FrancisScottTweeny: Almost covers the scar
ah,clem: the mystery meat is the best
cease: thats not a canape, its a can o' monkeys
Principalpoop: i don't have any scars, want a cigarette?
FrancisScottTweeny: Sorry P, not near the water right now
Principalpoop: a can of monkey pee
FrancisScottTweeny: This manditory drug testing business is getting our of hand
Fred: Monkey P Monkey Du
Fred: Mon key, mon key! My country for mon key!
Principalpoop: give us an audition llan, say I promise no new taxes, without smirking or laughing out loud...
cease: have a bearwhiz
llanwydd: readeth thou mine lips
Principalpoop: make me believe
FrancisScottTweeny: Read my lip sync
Fred: Here llan, speak into the Bush.
ah,clem: like tommy chong said, get an extra sample cup, take it home and get a pregnant lady to fill it... will confuse 'em big time
cease: we've gone from msp to just folks?
FrancisScottTweeny: Not a bad idea, clem ;)
cease: good advice, tommy
cease: or is this lawyers hospital?
Principalpoop: wrong chat ah, clem hehe
ah,clem: still papoon Cat
cease: oh the pappoon album?
ah,clem: yes
Principalpoop: newt oil
llanwydd: have you any grey papoon?
llanwydd: but of course
cease: if so, i never heard it, but its made up of stuff from other sources i have
ah,clem: from real newts, lol
cease: this is lawyers hospital
Principalpoop: no artificial newt oil here, no sir
ah,clem: yes, Cat, it is a remix album
cease: gingrich only. no gingpoor
llanwydd: ...is not the oil all over you
llanwydd: now
Fred: Newt Oil ...We're hooked on the reel thing
cease: i noticed it in the list of firediscs for sale on their site but figured i already had it.
cease: i guess i was right
ah,clem: pignut oiled beer for me, thanks
FrancisScottTweeny: for sale on who's site, cease?
cease: have a Darwin's Select
cease: the firesign site
ah,clem: the add, yes, the beer no
Principalpoop: so that is one from column A and 2 from column 2, did you want fries with that?
llanwydd: back in a moment
Principalpoop: Go Mo
ah,clem: hell, 2 will make a man out of a monkey
FrancisScottTweeny: they're selling directly from the site, cease?
FrancisScottTweeny: I've been using Laugh.com
Principalpoop: how many to make a mountain out of a moleskin?
ah,clem: just the one
ah,clem: it's all ya need
Fred: My connection is zizzing and popping..sorry..
Principalpoop: phhhht zzzzt agga agga
FrancisScottTweeny: Take it off the burner, Fred
ah,clem: no zizzing and dripping like the tropical fishes
Principalpoop: that is the dialup trying to connect, when you hear the high pitch squeal, run
Fred: There's burnt milk all over the place...Goats milk smells horrible
Fred: My computer is soaked!
Principalpoop: how do you think the goats feel?
FrancisScottTweeny: lol P
ah,clem: lol PP
Fred: With their beards?
llanwydd: didn't we have a conversation about goats last week?
Principalpoop: i never had a goatee
cease: clck here to buy from laugh.com
llanwydd: sounds familiar anyway
cease: yes i see it
cease: i knew they were for sale somewhere
Fred: Goats or ghosts or both?
cease: ghosts of goats?
Principalpoop: remember our discussion about reality and dreams llan?
ah,clem: groats
Fred: lol cease
Principalpoop: don't get them confused
llanwydd: vaguely. I remember the goats a little more vividly
cease: ghosts of groats? oh horrors
Principalpoop: ghosts of ghroats
Fred: That's why I short circuited.....con-fused
Principalpoop: they had a little house of horrors down in texas
cease: bush's "ranch"?
Fred: The steam from the groat cakes!
Principalpoop: wow, they are still hot
FrancisScottTweeny: The Capitol Building, P?
Principalpoop: laura's clubhouse
FrancisScottTweeny: lol
FrancisScottTweeny: That could be true
Principalpoop: she is one hot babe
Principalpoop: maybe she will become a Senator from Texas and then run for President in 2012
Fred: Muy Caliente!
Principalpoop: is that your caliente?
FrancisScottTweeny: You never know, P
FrancisScottTweeny: Personally I hope they have a wonderful retirement at Crawford Ranch
Fred: I am still an intern so I have no calientes
FrancisScottTweeny: (ad stay the hell away from politics ;)
Principalpoop: yes you have no calientes, you have no calientes today
Principalpoop: i like the crawford ranch dressing, they use goat buttermilk
Principalpoop: tap tap, is this thing on?
Fred: Do they serve goat butter with the roles at crawford?
llanwydd: funny you mention that just when I'm having celery and ranch dressing
Principalpoop: yes, the goat butts everyone who visits
FrancisScottTweeny: doubtless, Fred
llanwydd: no goat's milk though
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: hi M
Merlyn: hello every1
FrancisScottTweeny: Hi Merl
cease: hi merl
Fred: Merl!
Principalpoop: didn't you know msntv uses your monitor as a camera llan?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: Hey Merl!
Principalpoop: how do we get reservations to stay at the absurditory?
Fred: Call crickets.com
Principalpoop: thanks for keeping us abreast, hehe
Principalpoop: jimminey?
Principalpoop: ahh, the voice of ahh, clem
FrancisScottTweeny: and a scant few we are this evening
Principalpoop: as one of the scant few, it is nice to be had
ah,clem ;)
Fred: My knight is big!
Principalpoop: and shiny, wow
Merlyn: take off that shakespeare
Merlyn: I like my shakespeare shaken, not stirred
Merlyn: else it would be stirspeare
Fred: More Shakespeare for more people more of the Time
Principalpoop: my sister was a thespian before a paying audience,
cease: bender's big score has an almost funny joke about wagging a tail
llanwydd: where is our friend, fong tonight?
Principalpoop: the taming of the shew, removing the sting in the tale with the tongue
cease: was it a really big shew?
Principalpoop: who cocked my ear?
Principalpoop: ahh ed sullivan
Fred: When the shrew fits dare it
llanwydd: The Tying of the Shews
Fred: What is in your ear?
Principalpoop: i can't see
Fred: Dyslexics untie your shews
llanwydd: oh, blinding light
llanwydd: look out for thee
Fred: Shrews for industry
cease: they must have done an early version of this at the rennaissance pleasure fare
cease: i didnt know devin's mother started that until phil's new planet
Merlyn: about 5 AM
Principalpoop: wait, who are you, and where is cat?
Principalpoop: there was not a single mis-spelled word in that sentence, you can't fool me
Principalpoop: well, you can, but ahh
cease: lol
Fred: Doesn't Cat live across the river?
cease: my meds havent kicked in yet
cease: havent even got their shoes off
Principalpoop: ah, i know all about that hehe
cease: there they go, running accross the desk
llanwydd: what are you taking, cat?
Principalpoop: ahh wb
cease: the usual, llan
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:14 PM and Bambi steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: the list of what he is not taking would be shorter
Bambi: Hello Dear Friends :-)
Merlyn: hey bamboo
FrancisScottTweeny: Lo dere deer person
Principalpoop: hi bambi, little dear
llanwydd: hey Bambi!
cease: oh deer
Merlyn: refer madness
cease: it's Bambi
Bambi waves!
Fred: Hey Bambi
llanwydd: Oh, I see
cease: merl, did you know about the ren. fare connection?
Bambi: just got home ... glad to be here finally
llanwydd: pretty soon the sangria will kick in
Principalpoop: this is new to me, wonderful though
cease: i remember going to see the lads at the fare in maybe 69 or 70, but they wernet there
Bambi: Catherwood please pour me a double toasted almond
||||||||| Catherwood gets Bambi a double toasted almond.
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
cease: i have some rapidly fading photos of that fare, sadly lacking fireguys
Merlyn: no I didn't know, cat
Bambi: ah, thanks Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Bambi and mumbles "Did you need me?"
llanwydd: turn off your mind, relax and float downstream
Bambi: not any more CW
cease: i wonder if the fare brought this about, or the other way around
cease: i should ask
cease: no, i think this came first. i heard some variety of this in, i think 67
llanwydd: that's no fare to anyone
Bambi: ah, clem and I are visiting from Richmond tonight lol
Bambi: (at least according to Nino)
cease: richmond is the vancouver suburb with the airport in it
Principalpoop: fare the well, fare the well, fare the well my something something, i'm going to louisiana to my susannah singing polly wants to diddle all day
cease: did anyone notice procotr referred to bozos as their "3rd album" in his letter to Time?
Bambi: so how are you all doing tonight?
llanwydd: listen to the river sing sweet songs to rock my soul
Principalpoop: fine thanks, how is richmond?
cease: not sturck with poverty?
Bambi: richmond's a city, I don't go there
cease: you prefer rural relaity?
Principalpoop: ahh petersburg?
Bambi: at least not very often
Bambi: not likely
Bambi: lol
Bambi: rural towns more to my liking
Principalpoop: i have only seen the signs
cease: the capital of the confederacy
llanwydd: mine too
Bambi: usa has had many capitals
llanwydd: I live in a small town. when it gets boring I drive to the nearest city
llanwydd: but I prefer to live where I am
Bambi: heard that llanwydd
Principalpoop: i am usually where I am
llanwydd: fortunately I am always where I am
Principalpoop: you need to get out more
llanwydd: so where do we go from here? there.
Bambi: Fresno, California princep? or so says Nino ;-)
Principalpoop: fresh? no
Bambi: been to any interesting restaurants of late Cat?
Principalpoop: how can I be in 2 places at once?
llanwydd: wonder where nino has me tonight
llanwydd: never in ticonderoga
cease: the ones i reviewed on my blog, in puerto vallarta and san diego
Bambi: Warrensburg, New York
cease: i have a birthdya coming up in a couple of weeks. plan to go to a new one for that
llanwydd: warrensburg? thanks bambi. that's the closest nino has ever put me. about 30 miles off
||||||||| Honey steps in at 10:25 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: hola honey
Honey: Huzzah!
llanwydd: Hey Honey
cease: and speaking of honey....
Bambi: Hola Honey!
Honey: hola PP
Fred: honey!
Principalpoop: that is taking a big chance cat, what if the new resto is ugh?
llanwydd: so you are a down to earth earthsign like me
FrancisScottTweeny: Evenin' honey
Principalpoop: you are an aries too?
Honey: Evenin' ya'all
Bambi: Bees'n'Spiders?
cease: it's supposed to be one of the best midpriced restaurants in the city. i should check it out for that reason alone
llanwydd: aires is a firesign
Honey: Catherwood, pour me a tankard of mead
||||||||| Catherwood gets Honey a tankard of mead.
Bambi: hey wb Tween
Principalpoop: ahh ok, not a pig the poke
cease: air fs, air gs...
FrancisScottTweeny: hey Bambi
Principalpoop: in
Honey: out
Principalpoop: up
cease: it's called Gastropod. i was going to go last year, but ended up next door at an even more enthusiastically reviewed place called Fuel
Bambi: wow, and I thought a double toasted almond was alot ... ain't got nuttin' on a tankard ;-)
Merlyn: catherwood, drink yourself into a stupor
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Merlyn
llanwydd: sorry cat. I was thinking you were a taurus
Principalpoop: every way the wind blows, goes love
llanwydd: that's not for a while
Merlyn: catherwood, fix your parser
||||||||| Catherwood hands your parser.
Bambi: hey Merlyn
cease: i'm not a car, i'm a cat
FrancisScottTweeny: lol Merl
Principalpoop: gastropod sounds like a kind of polyp
Honey: it does
llanwydd: a firesign as well. I'm just a lowly virgo
Honey is a libran
cease: google tells me its a snail
Bambi: nearly a 6M quake in Crete
Principalpoop: ahh escargot
Principalpoop: poor cretins
Fred: Where in Crete.... I lived in Matala for a while.
llanwydd: I live in con crete
Bambi: let me check Fred
Honey: con crete all around here too
Principalpoop: did you ce ment while you were there llan?
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Bambi: Location with respect to nearby cities:
cease: http://www.gastropod.ca/main.html
Bambi: 36 km (22 miles) SSE (157 degrees) of Iraklion, Crete, Greece
Fred: Cities is (are) good
Principalpoop: what is libran? i thought that was where libranians came from.
Bambi: 133 km (82 miles) ESE (113 degrees) of Chania, Crete, Greece
Bambi: 230 km (143 miles) S (181 degrees) of Naxos, Cyclades Islands, Greece
llanwydd: of all people to hear from, I just got an email from Tween
Bambi: 360 km (224 miles) SSE (156 degrees) of ATHENS, Greece
cease: basketball player for cleveland
Principalpoop: what did he say?
llanwydd: I'll check it out in a while
Bambi: Magnitude: 5.8 Mw
Principalpoop: maybe he is saying the chat broke for him
Bambi: Local standard time in your area (ET): 27 Mar 2008 19:16:22
llanwydd: no, it is one of his regular massmailings
Principalpoop: ahh
Principalpoop: those are a joy to open
Fred: Thank Bambi
Bambi: my pleasure Fred
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Warp close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:34 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
Warp: hi
Bambi: hey Warp
Principalpoop: will you pleasure me now bambi? is is my turn?
Principalpoop: hi warp
Fred: Warp!
Warp: Cheers
Principalpoop: NBC good old show
cease: warp
cease: the hemp is young, like not me
FrancisScottTweeny: Hey Warp
Bambi: princep there was a 5.9M quake in Honduras lol
FrancisScottTweeny: jeeze P lol
Bambi: you want the details on that?
Warp: Thanks for the nice welcome
cease: i doubt the hondurans are laughing
FrancisScottTweeny: lol Bambi
cease: whats me to alchemy?
Bambi: I am sure they are not
Bambi: any more than the Greeks on Crete
cease: thats a ref to something
Bambi: the quake wasn't the comedy
Bambi: I am sure princep got it though
cease: its a line used in firesign elsewhere
Bambi: ah, I got it now Cat
Principalpoop: i used to live in tegucigalpa
cease: i'm REALLY HAPPY i dont have to spell that, poopr
Principalpoop: that is a capital, can't say they don't have a sense of humor in honduras lol
Bambi: wow, and I didn't even realize you had lived there princep
llanwydd: or the cretin geeks
Principalpoop: yes, I am a nubile beautiful young addonis
Principalpoop: adonnis
Bambi: had a choice of 3 for today to choose from
Principalpoop: heck
Honey: hahaha it's a
Honey: adonis
Fred: Any from column A?
Principalpoop: is that right? it does not look right
Warp: ah, clem rocks
Honey: yes it is right
Principalpoop: thanks
Warp: Need to go.. Best wishes all!
Principalpoop: ciao warp
llanwydd: does column a come with egg roll?
Honey: hello & adios, warp
Honey: Catherwood, tell Principalpoop it's right
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Honey and mumbles "Something I can help with?"
Principalpoop: the easter egg roll was last weekend llan
Honey: ehhhhhh nevermind
Bambi: see ya warp
Principalpoop: i would never doubt you honey
Principalpoop: oops, I already did, never from now one
llanwydd: anybody know where dex is tonight? he is conspicuously absent
Principalpoop: on
||||||||| Catherwood enters with BenBland close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Principalpoop: i have no news of the fong
Merlyn: hey blenband
llanwydd: Hey Ben!
Principalpoop: but here is benbland llan, will he do?
cease: ben
Honey: butter me up, PP Hi there Ben
Fred: Ben!
llanwydd: hows joey and rosie?
cease: beats benspicy
Bambi: hey Ben
cease: honey butter? sounds psychedelic
Principalpoop: ben B land, next to chuck C county
Honey: good on toast
Principalpoop: i like apple butter too
Fred: Quite a spread.
Principalpoop: steady!
BenBland: Blogging, podcasting... So many exciting things to do on the web
Honey: yes indeedy, ben
llanwydd: I saw ben bland live at town hall in NYC with joey demographico
Principalpoop: and the opportunity to make new friends, send me you bank number and PIN ben...
cease: thnis coulndt be written by the firesign
BenBland: How goes the world of FIresign fandom?
Principalpoop: it goes like the wind, and they call the wind Mariah, hey mariah, blow me
llanwydd: joey asked if he could have his own show, ben said "you're lucky to be on tv, son" and joey said "so are you" and walked off the set
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Warp - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
BenBland: Hm, I don't remember that. Was he upset about gay rights?
llanwydd: as joey was leaving he said, "Look at all this liquor behind the Mr Coffee!"
Principalpoop: what shew is that?
BenBland: Tequila from Baja.
Honey: anybody know anything about the mystery numbers stations?
llanwydd: the shew I saw live in NYC in 1981
Principalpoop: sounds mysterious
llanwydd: I'm surprised at how much of it I remember
cease: sounds memorable
ah,clem: Doc does, he did a piece on them for cni, Honey
Principalpoop: the brain is funny that way, i remember when I ah no I don't
Honey: the only kids show (kinda) outta nyc i used to watch was soupy sales
ah,clem: or maybe it was Fred, not sure
Honey: cool, clem I have been checking them out today
Honey: watched a couple of vids about em listened to some
cease: was that new york? i thought it was in la
llanwydd: I used to love soupy sales
BenBland: Sometimes what we remember is much more interesting than what really happened
cease: very true, bven
Principalpoop: time wounds all heels
llanwydd: but if my father got home before soupy came on we had to watch huntley and brinkley instead
cease: not all, alas
Honey: argh, llan that's a bummer
Honey: my dad used to like soupy sales heh
Principalpoop: which did you like best? huntley was a hoot
llanwydd: bummer indeed. huntley's sour face
Principalpoop: maybe I have them backwards
Principalpoop: one was a hoot
llanwydd: him and president johnson were the sourest faces on television in those days
Honey: yeh
Fred: Brinkley's idle chitchat
Merlyn: Japanese technology can now replace an entire American rock & roll band with a 10-year-old girl: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9pS5xzOWbwo
Honey: lol merlyn
cease: wasnt that cappolo's prophesy?
llanwydd: I thought brinkley had a pleasant face though
Honey: cappolo's prophecy......american rock bands will be replaced by 10 yr old japanese girls by 2008??????
Honey: wow
cease: they could certainly make bad news seem pleasent
cease: no cappola, the appocalpyse now dude
Honey: those were the days, huh cease?
Bambi: no electronic band can replace the warmth of analog tubes
cease: in the making of sed, he sed the future of cinema is a fat 13 year old girl with a camcorder in the midwest, or somewhere
Honey: oh yeah mmmmmmm warm glowing analog tubes mmmmmmm
cease: its a ref that is referred to quite often
Honey: i see
Fred: Does this Japanese person do Aerosmith?
llanwydd: I saw apocalypse now in the theatre when it came out
llanwydd: I fell asleep
Honey giggles
cease: maybe he was just tyring to inspire his daughter. she's certainly done well
BenBland: The Fudds are now on Playstation 3, you say?
Principalpoop: that is amazing
llanwydd: the only time I ever fell asleep in a movie theatre
cease: i saw it in a loud theatre in tokyo. very impressive.
BenBland: They're animated and the Japanese girls use plastic fake guitars?
Principalpoop: what was the kevin costner buffalo film? i fell asleep in that, they threw me out for snoring
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
BenBland: How do they do the karaoke? Voice synthesizer?
Fred: Dances with wolves?
Principalpoop: ahh that is it
Principalpoop: wolfs not buffalos, oops
Honey: The Dark Side of the Dial....... http://www.vimeo.com/217265 bizarre to be sure
BenBland: Does a ten year old kid even know what Agent Orange is about?
Bambi: Dances with wolves was a great movie, imho
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:02 PM, dragging Dexter Fong by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Fred: Buffalo chips at the movies?
Honey: i would be suprised they did, Ben
llanwydd: no, now that I think of it, I slept through part of Shakespeare in Love as well
Dexter Fong: Hi folks]
BenBland: When we go to a commercial, we need to talk about his script.
Honey: hey Dex
llanwydd: welcome, mr fong
Bambi: hey Dex
Fred: Dex!
Principalpoop: ahh fong
cease: the dex cometh
BenBland: Do I even sound like I know what I'm talking about? Because I can't make heads or tails of this script
Principalpoop: i have never seen the whole thing bambi, it might be lol
BenBland: I'm reading the words from the teleprompter but I don't know what they mean
FrancisScottTweeny: Off to other things - have a great week, all
Principalpoop: ciao tween
||||||||| Around 11:04 PM, FrancisScottTweeny walks off into the sunset...
Principalpoop: have a super week
llanwydd: Nite Tween!
cease: yes, i liked it too, bambi. where i come from looks like that
Dexter Fong: Night Tween
Bambi: you too Tween
cease: by tween
Fred: By Tween
Honey: Nite, Tween
BenBland: We're back. Dexter Fong! Welcome
cease: lol clem
BenBland: A warm round of applause for Tween
Bambi: wouldn't mind living in a place like that actually
cease: well my parents did, so moved to la in 56
Fred: Like Crete?
cease: its pretty to look at in september, but most of the year is ridicuously cold
Bambi: not today Fred ;-)
Principalpoop: yum we both like brocoli bambi
Bambi: broccoli with homemade cheese sauce too!
Principalpoop: brie brie brie
Fred: Sharp cheddar?
Fred: Vermont Sage?
Dexter Fong: Red Leicester
Bambi: actually I think it was colby
Principalpoop: velveta?
Fred: Chevre?
Dexter Fong: Let?
Principalpoop: chevre is goat
llanwydd: velveeta? I know her. she's single
Fred: Goat is Goode.
Principalpoop: then what is gouda?
cease: a city in holland
Bambi: haven't had goat cheese actually
llanwydd: you don't know what gouda is
Bambi: but I do enjoy gouda
Honey: mozarella is buffalo
Fred: Gouda...what's the usa
BenBland: You can take the cheese out of the goat...
llanwydd: I think we had a similar conversation last week
Principalpoop: of course I know what gouda is, tell me to make sure you do...
cease: i like it, bambi, but lilke anything strong, its an aquired taste, if at all
||||||||| Catherwood leads DrDog in through the front door at 11:10 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
llanwydd: and I recommended a norwegian goat's milk cheese called gjetost
Principalpoop: woof
BenBland: Ah, to the single and American
cease: hey doc
llanwydd: it looks like brown soup
Honey: Hello Dr
Dexter Fong: Hello Dr Dog
llanwydd: I mean soap
cease: i'm neither and proud of it
DrDog: Ah me bony boys
DrDog: And Bambi
Fred: A single American on toast.
Principalpoop: grill the cheese, make him talk
BenBland: A toast to single Americans
DrDog: thank you Benway, you may go
cease: this is firesign firing on all cylindars
Bambi: hi DrDog
DrDog: Hi Bambi
cease: i enjoyed your website, dog
DrDog: Sad week
Fred: Dr. D!
DrDog: Thanks cease, it'll get better
llanwydd: good evening doc. you are one of several docs we know
cease: there were a lot of comments. i coulndt read them all
DrDog: changing to faster servers tonight
cease: doc headphones must be fast asleep by now
BenBland: Toast? American singles?
DrDog: Yes I had to laugh I have at least three versions of Dr. Memory registered
cease: no, i didnt have time, i'm sure they're quite legible
Principalpoop: poor benway, he can't go faster
Fred: Faster servers are good. It's hard to get good service these days
BenBland: I don't understand.
Bambi: DrDog in El Paso?
DrDog: She was an American Single
Bambi: (according to Nino)
cease: thats paso than anyone's ever been gone before
DrDog: Yes Bambi
BenBland: You guys have written for televison before, right?
cease: the acid is better now
Dexter Fong: Before what? Ben?
cease: radio, not tv
llanwydd: yeah you don't want to take the brown acid
DrDog: Or sing the brown note
BenBland: Before now
Dexter Fong: Ben: But that was then, now is now
Bambi: or the yellow snow
Fred: Take the Orange Sunshine
DrDog: Bambi you know me I sento you some CD's
Principalpoop: 25 or 6 to 4?
BenBland: This isn't live?
Honey: don't you eat the yellow snow
llanwydd: walkin on sunshine and don't it feel good
Bambi: J
Honey: ya bambi lol
Bambi: Charles Throat?
DrDog: Theses Japanese music breaks really take it out of you
cease: what you're listening to, ben? it was live in 71
DrDog: Yep!
Dexter Fong: Might be, Ben..unless you're reaeing the log
Bambi: lol Honey
cease: from their Dear Freinds radio show of 70-71
Bambi: well, hello there! We still enjoy the CDs :-)
BenBland: I want to start working afternoons again
DrDog: Yeah me too, in MP3 form now on all my players heh
cease: when do you work now, ben?
Bambi: LOL
DrDog: BTW check out my Dear Friends transcripts, you'll see stuff you never heard in the shows
BenBland: this chatroom is HARD WORK
cease: dpends on what you're used to, ben
ah,clem: but it is worth it
DrDog: Man is that ever HARD to do
Bambi: post your site link DrD
Principalpoop: don't think of it as work, just have fun, and don't dare bore or wet blanket us
cease: listening to the firesign theatre is hard work for a lot of people.
cease: but they tend not to come here
Fred: Compared to soft work or plain work?
cease: you transcribed what dear friedns, dog?
ah,clem: art work?
cease: the whole 12 disc set?
llanwydd: but as the good book says, "In all labor there is profit"
DrDog: So far the first two shows - go to my blog at fireheads.org
Principalpoop: which good book was that?
BenBland: it's like giving birth
DrDog: I'm doing the original broadcast versions
Fred: Heart work?
llanwydd: I think it was the book of psalms
cease: will do, dog
cease: what a task
llanwydd: if not it was proverbs
ah,clem: so far it does, Fred
DrDog: Yeah it really is - but it's fun because there are diamonds in there!
Honey: don't you eat the yellow snow
llanwydd: in any case I don't mind the work
Fred: Arteries!
Honey: Hello Dr
Honey: mozarella is buffalo
cease: i transcribed a bergman dream once from their xmas 67 show, about the cominmg of the electrician
ah,clem: out there where the huskies go...
||||||||| Honey leaves at 11:20 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..."
cease: when it was published, i discovered that i had it
DrDog: Gotta run, y'all stop by, it's too quiet over there
cease: honey?
||||||||| At 11:21 PM, DrDog hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
llanwydd: NITE Doc D
cease: will do, dr dog
Principalpoop: wow
Fred: Bie Doc
Dexter Fong: Lift you leg and scurry off DDog
BenBland: You're the Firesign Theatre? Which one of you just left?
cease: no, we're just their fans
cease: phil austin comes here every year or so
BenBland: Phil is a Texan?
Fred: Stage left?
Dexter Fong: My girls are on that stage
cease: from Fresno, California. and makes many references to it in his writing
cease: phil gramm was a texan, as i recall
Principalpoop: is he really? wow, same as me
BenBland: Do country western entertainers perform at this Firesign Theatre?
BenBland: It's located in Fresno?
Principalpoop: all kinds of music, country and western
cease: ausitn does write country stuff, used to be a cw dj
Dexter Fong: Urban and eastern
llanwydd: well, I'll be checking out. see you next week
cease: by llan
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Principalpoop: rock and roll, bubble gum, heavy metal, cool jazz
Principalpoop: good luck llan
Fred: Buy llan
Bambi: well, hate to do it but falling asleep at the wheel is not a good thing ... terrible crick in the neck from such things! see you next time :-)
Dexter Fong: Night Bambi
Fred: Damp synthetics, hot drums
cease: get better, bambi
Principalpoop: sleep well bambi, have a super week
Bambi waves nytol!
BenBland: never better, Bambi
cease: i wonder whose voice that was?
Fred: Bi Bambi
cease: could that be one of ossman's kids?
cease: merl might know
Dexter Fong: Sounded female to me Cat
cease: devin has a sister
BenBland: a 10 year-old Japanese girl
cease: or her avatar
cease: this is turning into a william gibson novel
Principalpoop: avatar is better than no tar
Dexter Fong: How about a jolly rancher tar
Fred: Or something like him
Principalpoop: what does that rancher have to be jolly about?
Dexter Fong: He outta tar
||||||||| Around 11:30 PM, BenBland walks off into the sunset...
Dexter Fong: Bye Charles
cease: keep em bland
Merlyn: hey, see you next week
Principalpoop: ben went to find a 10 year old japanese girl, i could have told him this was the wrong chat
Dexter Fong: Night then Merlyn
Fred: see ya at the matinee
||||||||| "11:31 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Principalpoop: ciao merlynmysterious
cease: missed him
Principalpoop: aim lower next time, and lead him
cease: lol
Dexter Fong: and set the choke for extra wide dispersion
cease: now i'll never know if that was ossman's daughter
cease: maybe thats something i'm just not supposed to konw
Dexter Fong: Cat: They frequently had female guests in the studio during the DF broadcasts
Fred: Well, thanks for putting up with me...
||||||||| Fred dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Fred?! It's 11:34 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Bye Fred
Principalpoop: this is the internet, there must be someplace you can ask, and get thousands of absurd responses
Principalpoop: night fred
cease: oh of course, dex
cease: whats his name uysed to be one of them, the dude in long beach
cease: see you later, fred
Dexter Fong: A female dude?
Principalpoop: long beach louie?
Principalpoop: smoke spud
cease: has a tv show. i have a tape of proc/berg on his show
cease: forget his name but he's large in firesign fandom
cease: have yo7u ever been surprised to see young women refer to themselves as "guys"
Dexter Fong: No I haven't you broads
Principalpoop: i saw that in italy, shocked the hell out of me
cease: hes on several of their albums
Principalpoop: they had mustaches after I got across the wide street
Dexter Fong: Wolfman Jack?
cease: i always found it strange when my daughter referred to her friends as "guys"
Dexter Fong: Gender neutral
Principalpoop: ahhh you guys
cease: but then i spent far too many years telling other people what to sya
Dexter Fong: are sooooo crazy
cease: yes but when did it become so?
Principalpoop: yes indeed
Dexter Fong: During the big war, WW2
cease: i remember when "cool" was a cool word to use, like a code
Dexter Fong: We didn't want the narzi's to know women were working in defense plants so they were referred to as guys
Principalpoop: i can dig it
cease: now its used so ubiquitously, i avoid it.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bambi - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: when my mother uses it, it's no longer a relavent word
Dexter Fong: cool
cease: youre closer to her age, dex. but you;'re still relavent
Dexter Fong: thanks cat =))
Principalpoop: ubiquitous is so hard to spell so it does not become ubiquitous
cease: you read ubik?
Principalpoop: flick my bic
cease: one of my fave books
Principalpoop: i give up, what book is ubik?
Dexter Fong: the book in the publik library
Principalpoop: useful beans in kentucky?
cease: a novel by philp k dick
Principalpoop: i know him, don't know it
cease: about people in half life, slowly dieing. a drug called ubiq prevents quick death
Principalpoop: i will keep my eyes open
cease: there is a sort of tibetan book of the dead thru the eyes of madison avenue trip to it
cease: one of my fave books. my 2nd fave by him, do androirds dream of electric sheep, became Blade Runner
cease: at least while driving, poop
Principalpoop: i read that one
Principalpoop: fong reads too
Dexter Fong: Indeed I do
Principalpoop: i am reading andrea mitchells autobiography, what the heck was I thinking about
Dexter Fong: Who's that?
Principalpoop: did I get the name wrong? wife of alan greenspan, nbc reporter
Dexter Fong: Dunno, don't know his wife
Principalpoop: ahh sure you do
Dexter Fong: I do?
Principalpoop: if you saw her, you would know her
Dexter Fong: Did you introduce us?
Principalpoop: to know her is to love her
Principalpoop: to love her is to ahh enough
Dexter Fong: sounds promising
Dexter Fong: Now, who's alan greenspam?
Principalpoop: she lives in a different world than me
Principalpoop: he was created by dr. seuss?
Principalpoop: like the cat in the hat?
Dexter Fong: or the car in the bar?
Principalpoop: the bat in the attic
Dexter Fong: the sheep in the docket
Principalpoop: the dock in the quay
Dexter Fong: Me and Doc Greenspam, and the dog at the dock in the dark
Principalpoop: it was only 4 dollars next to the frozen pizzas in the grocery store
Principalpoop: lobo and a dog named booo
cease: krguman says greenspan and phil gram equally to blame for current meltdown
Dexter Fong: Be-Bop Lobo
cease: i hope krugman is more knowledgeable about this than he is about the history of medicare in canada
Principalpoop: yes, greenspan approved S&Ls and other financial things investing in real estate, without the regulations banks have
Principalpoop: madness, he said the market forces would make them control risks
cease: its raining mccain
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the extree long show clem
Principalpoop: why do we allow HMOs and insurance companies to make a profit out of disease and accidents?
Principalpoop: thanks ahh, clem
cease: indeed, clem
Principalpoop: yes, thanks again, so much, have a super week
ah,clem: good night everyone!
||||||||| ah,clem departs at 11:54 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Dexter Fong: Night Clem
Principalpoop: ah toad away
Dexter Fong: I am pre-parked
Principalpoop: wow, must feel good
cease: toads may go the way of the dinosaurs in the not distant future
Dexter Fong: Poop: It does =)
cease: good for yew, dex
Principalpoop: them and frogs are indicators of healthy places
Principalpoop: good luck to find them
Dexter Fong: Well Dear Friends, I'll be here on time next week
Principalpoop: ahh the final bus pulling out
Dexter Fong: Have a good week Cat and poop
cease: see you then, dex
Principalpoop: yes, you must fong
cease: off we go
Principalpoop: or face the consequences
Principalpoop: ciaoo all, good luck :D
||||||||| Around 11:57 PM, cease walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Dexter Fong
The other guy
Woody 1
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