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 April 30, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 5:58 AM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Firebroiled coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Firebroiled: Out of the fog . . .
into the smog . .
.relentlessly . . .
ruthlessly . . . . . .
doggadly . . .
toward his weekly meeting with The Unknown.

At 4th and Drucker he turns left.
At Drucker and 4th he turns right.

He crosses MacArthur Park
and walks into a great sandstone building.

Groping for the door,
he steps inside,
climbs the thirteen steps to his office . . .

He walks in!
He’s ready for mystery . . .
he’s ready for excitment . . .
he’s ready for anything . .
.he’s . . .

Nick Danger, Third Eye!

Firebroiled: My fellow Americans:
This morning, at 6:25 A. M.,
Pacific Standard time,
combined elements of the Imperial Japanese navy and air force
ruthlessly attacked our naval base at Pearl Harbor in the Hawaiian Islands.

I have conferred this morning with Congress
and the Chiefs of Staff in emergency session.
We have reached our rendezvous with destiny!
It is our unanimous and irrevocable decision
that the United States of America
unconditionally surrender!

And now, my wife and I would like to return with you

for the thrilling conclusion of “Private Nick Danger, Third Eye.”

||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 6 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Firebroiled: Yet now, as inevitable as dawn,
the Sun, arching on its axis,
rises to meet the East -- chariot-racing across the high noon desert sky,
only to plummit, like bald Icarus,
into the sensual, fermenting seas of the South Pacific
And even now,
yet, as scary night decends upon us,
we could appreciate the Wonders of Nature
as stimulating as Man’s Own Triumphs!

Let us pause . . .

Firebroiled: For quite some time . . . . .
||||||||| Firebroiled leaves at 6:02 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..."
||||||||| 8:43 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Just a short hello to folks who come after me - may not be able to join y'all for awhile since I'm not getting out of the orifice until 9 PM eastern...
||||||||| 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 Mudhead disembarks at 8:47 PM.
Mudhead: Hi Elayne
Mudhead: damnit Firebroiled give it up
Mudhead: Scroll
||||||||| It's 8:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mudhead: it jus mens I must fill this empty space with more empty sace
||||||||| llanwydd enters at 8:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
llanwydd: happy thursday
Mudhead: I'll drink to that
llanwydd: I got an email saying you were on so I thought I might as well come in
||||||||| Catherwood enters with ah,clem close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
llanwydd: Hi Clem
llanwydd: I got an email saying elayne was on as well but I see she has left
Mudhead: maigrid yur eficient
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9:15 eastern time'
ah,clem: hi, bbiaf
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ah,clem by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| "8:55 PM? 8:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "TweenCheeseSandwich should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as TweenCheeseSandwich enters and sits on the couch.
llanwydd: Hey Tween!
Mudhead: Everythings better with a cheese sanmich
||||||||| Catherwood leads cease inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: what kind of cheese?
llanwydd: welcome, c
TweenCheeseSandwich: Why, the head of course, LL ;)
TweenCheeseSandwich: Has clem said whether or not he's up for a show?
llanwydd: I don't want to know
Mudhead: (:15
Mudhead: 9:15
llanwydd: no, clem had to leave. he'll be biaf
TweenCheeseSandwich: Always thought 'head cheese' would be about as foul a meal as it gets
llanwydd: I assume that biaf is short for biafra
cease: hey fireheads
llanwydd: he's lucky to have a computer where he is
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, April 30, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
llanwydd: hi c
TweenCheeseSandwich: The internet has been a real problem in ole Virginie
llanwydd: I know a fruit punch by that name
TweenCheeseSandwich: biab
llanwydd: ...as the clouds go ripping by
cease: my realplayer says "connecting" is cni on yet?
llanwydd: catherwood, escort our friends into the waiting room, please
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside llanwydd and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
cease: oh, it says 915, so i should wait 10 min or so
||||||||| Merlyn steps in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: Hey there
llanwydd: Hi Merl!
cease: hey fireman, how was the show
Merlyn: have an interesting Firesign news thing to go out on the mailing list soon
Merlyn: great show on friday
cease: bergman sure sounded upbeat a bout it on facebook
llanwydd: am I on the mailing list?
Merlyn: Austin said he and Bergman got in a huge fight about 6 weeks ago and Bergman threatened to cancel the show
cease: i can imagine you coming here and saying "terrible show on friday"
llanwydd: if not, I'd like to get the news thing
cease: but then i have a weird immagination. see my plays
Merlyn: I dunno llan, it will tell you
cease: oh fuck
Merlyn: go ehre
Merlyn: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/ftmail/
llanwydd: thanks
Merlyn: Austin and Bergman were fine though, he said everything got straightened out
Merlyn: and Oona and Judith were getting along too
cease: thats good
cease: dont they usually?
llanwydd: what could they possibly have to fight about
Merlyn: well, when one is producing the show and the other isn't, apparently it can get dicey
Merlyn: judith produced this show, didn't Oona do the west coast tour in 2002?
cease: being told what to do is what the firesign have preached against since the beginning
cease: so being in a position of power even if only over each other is kinda anti-firesign
cease: i think hearing something to that effect at the 05 seattle show but my memory cant be counted on
Merlyn: I'm sure there's a lot more to it, but producing a Firesign show seems pretty minimalist
Mudhead: sothey make it look easy?
cease: they havre spoken often of their feuds even in their liner notes and interviews, but never to me
cease: they've broken up many times, but thankfully are sitll together, sort of
Merlyn: as far as a show, there aren't a lot of props or anything, 4 mics and a table
cease: costumes?
llanwydd: ossman made a comment at their performance in '81 that made me think he wasn't happy
cease: bergman was tlkaling about brinign lots of hats on that radio interview
Mudhead: wha, no braile?
llanwydd: I didn't know for a few years afterward that he had left
cease: he left shortly thereafter, llan
Merlyn: Not much in the way of costumes, but a little
llanwydd: he was the only one who didn't stay on stage after the show to sign autographs
llanwydd: I was disappointed
Merlyn: where was that in '81 llan?
llanwydd: Town Hall in NYC
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: Dex says he went to that show as well
llanwydd: Hi Princ!
Merlyn: I didn't know he was there. Taylor and I helped tech, turns out my laptop was needed for the music
Principalpoop: don't let me interrupt, go on
cease: hi poop
Principalpoop: what music?
llanwydd: they had laptops in those days?
Merlyn: It was filmed with 4 cameras, mine + orson and 2 friends
Principalpoop: hi all
cease: was wayne newett there?
Merlyn: various music bits, like the fanfare to Peorgie & Mudhead
cease: ossman's usual tech guy but maybe monterey too far away
Merlyn: he might have been the guy recording the audio
cease: orson a camera man now?
Merlyn: something like 8 tracks + 2 audience tracks
cease: are the lads going to edit the footage themselves?
Merlyn: Orson might, but I think he wants to get paid. I'd do it for free.
cease: paid?
Principalpoop: my chat is not refreshing, i have to do it manually, got any hand lotion?
cease: i was thinking how much the lads were always invovled with the production of their audio oevre
cease: but dont know what their invovlement is with visual stuff
cease: their flicks arent particularly reassuring
Principalpoop: the firefox upgrade changed some setting maybe?
Merlyn: PP, you can log out and in, set the refresh
Merlyn: possibly, maybe it won't work now
Principalpoop: i will try that
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:19 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: is that better?
Principalpoop: nooo :(
Merlyn: PP, if you look at your URL, it should have "...&refresh=10&... or something
Merlyn: the number is how many seconds before refreshing
Principalpoop: yes, i changed it from 10 to 5, it is never reloading...
llanwydd: try the key that refreshes
Principalpoop: 10&fontsize=3&refresh=5&fb1=40&f
llanwydd: or half a key
Merlyn: hmm, sounds like it's ignoring the META refresh tag in the frame
llanwydd: I had that trouble two weeks ago
cease: i remember when large portions of chat were just likle that. tech talk
llanwydd: wouldn't reload
Merlyn: think I found it, PP
cease: klok and doc and others could do it for hours
Merlyn: firefox, maybe by default, treats meta refresh like a popup and blocks it
cease: but who have embraced technology more than the firesign theatre?
llanwydd: wouldn't refresh, I mean
Principalpoop: that would be new, as i said, they changed something in the update...
Merlyn: PP, look for "disable meta redirects"
Principalpoop: where would i adjust that?
Merlyn: firefox 3?
Merlyn: looks like options->advanced and uncheck the warn about redirect/reload
Merlyn: in the general tab
cease: read me dr. memory?
Merlyn: do you get an "allow" button?
Principalpoop: ok, i changed that, i will reboot firefox
Principalpoop: wait
Principalpoop: say something
Principalpoop: that fixed it, sweet!
Merlyn: no
Merlyn: I'm a machine that only says no
Principalpoop: ok ok
llanwydd: great! now you can chat unimpeded
Principalpoop: that was too easy
Merlyn: now you can make a Tom Collins
Principalpoop: i thought i would have to re-install firefox and java and everything hah
llanwydd: you nearly broke the president
Principalpoop: ok ok, where were we?
Merlyn: more Firesign news
Principalpoop: cheep cheep, give us news
Merlyn: they are planning to have a website with pretty much everything FT has done for downloads
Merlyn: but not all free
Principalpoop: i heard him say that, one of them
Principalpoop: a firesign world...
Merlyn: firesignworld.com, they already own it
llanwydd: never heard of firesignworld
Principalpoop: i have a handful of MP3s I got from usenet before comcast stopped giving me that, i assume you have all those
Merlyn: probably, Taylor is the archivist, he says he got a lot of rare stuff
llanwydd: I can't do mp3s anymore
Merlyn: including something from cat
llanwydd: since my so-called "upgrade" from webtv
Principalpoop: ouch llan
llanwydd: I can do wmp
Principalpoop: so you can get cni now?
llanwydd: no
Principalpoop: oops i saw wmp as winamp, my bad
llanwydd: when my webtv broke down I called them on the phone and they insisted I get msntv2
llanwydd: windows media player
Principalpoop: i know wmvs, rarely use wmp
cease: selling stuff online? what a great idea!
cease: iwll they have their radio free oz stuff from 67? or does the musuem own it now?
llanwydd: I get wmv as well
Merlyn: not sure cat
Principalpoop: they have lots and lots and lots of stuff, i should have known
cease: there is a ton of firesign online now
cease: al the stuff i ever sent to anybody is online
llanwydd: but I have dialup so even wmv isn't all that great
cease: but only the hour hours i taped, and one from packer. where are the rest of them?
llanwydd: I've been trying to get dsl or broadband but verizon doesn't offer it in my area
Principalpoop: ouch llan, i would move
cease: i have one of their 68 kmet shows but i got a copy from a dj in santa cruz, hardly broadcast quality
Principalpoop: you could not get me on dialup again at gunpoint
llanwydd: I'm sure it's not something you go back to after you have upgraded
cease: didnt anyone tape al lthose great shows 66-70, before the dear friends era when they actively tried to do it?
Principalpoop: even the BBC does not record recent shows....
Merlyn: Taylor mentioned getting some stuff like that, cat
Merlyn: not sure of the details, but a lot of rare stuff
Principalpoop: i was dumbfounded, i missed an episode of a series, and she wrote, that is too bad...
llanwydd: I'm sure a lot of home viewers record the bbc shows
cease: i know the lads had copies, at one point. i know ossman gave a bunch of the krla oz shows to the museum in la, but thats kinda fragmentary, and nothing after that
Principalpoop: i guess i could fish,
cease: i would very much like to be part of that project, merl. i remember stuff bergman said in 67 on that show that still motivatres me now
llanwydd: elayne was here about quarter to nine for some reason but she left
llanwydd: I get an email when somebody logs in
Principalpoop: she was drunk and got here too early hehe
cease: ah, dear freinds, right?
Merlyn: that's the got firesign project cat, trying to get all the stuff
llanwydd: which reminds me of something amusing that happened in here last night or the night before
llanwydd: I got an email saying someone named "ang" had logged in
llanwydd: didn't know the name so I came in to introduce myself and welcome him/her to the chat room
Principalpoop: what was the first initial, B or D or G or what?
llanwydd: ang said "ru boy or girl?"
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TweenCheeseSandwich - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cease: oh this is one of my hour hours
Merlyn: I saw that, llan, but I wasn't online at the time
cease: i cant tell the dif
llanwydd: I should have said, "does it matter" but I answered truthfully
llanwydd: then came "how old are you?"
llanwydd: I said "younger than the firesign theatre"
llanwydd: then ang wrote "creep bye"
Principalpoop: donovan or the other one was performing at the golden state theatre also, i saw a flickr photo
llanwydd: that has got to be the first time anyone has acted like such a jerk in this chat room
cease: oh this is the first show i taped. i didnt know what they were tlaking about cuz i hadnt heard the earlier episodes
Principalpoop: you were silly not creepy
Principalpoop: oops manual refresh did not help, a pause in the chatting
Principalpoop: reflecting on the existence angs angst in the universe
Merlyn: news drought
llanwydd: the pause that doesn't refresh?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dexter Fong inside, makes a note of the time (9:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
cease: ho2w was the dear friends part of the show, merl?
cease: how was it like this, for example?
Principalpoop: there is fong
llanwydd: Hey Dex
cease: hey fong
Merlyn: the improv part? went really well, the FT guys thought it worked great
Principalpoop: sweet
Dexter Fong: Hi DFs
Principalpoop: what new key phrase emerged from the show? can you say?
cease: in the radio interview, bergman said trhere was gonna be a dear friends part.
Principalpoop: i thought they might create an appropriate name for the current recession/depression...
Merlyn: they sat around a table and half-inprovised stuff, cat
cease: they are good at key phrases
cease: ah, like this
Principalpoop: whaaaaaat?
Principalpoop: hold it, now hold it over there...
Dexter Fong: Didn't they have to split the key phrase with the soundman?
llanwydd: got mail. brb
Principalpoop: that is just fong arriving llan, calm down
cease: hi dex
Merlyn: Waterboard park -- see the naked pyramid!
Principalpoop: ouch ouch applause
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
cease: that souns like them
Principalpoop: oh my
cease: went to meet chef daniel at book signing at his new bistro here on tues. didnt stick around to meet him and would rather read the books from library, but had a cocktail called the Fong which was quite good
Principalpoop: stones told me that fong had a cocktail hehe
Dexter Fong: The FOng Cocktail has a pinch of Dextrose in it
cease: how much of this is scripted?
Principalpoop: hard to tell
Dexter Fong: Tail of Cock...Roll of Rock....Plasma Lamp Bubble....Disco trouble
cease: i'mn guessing, very very little
llanwydd: have you eaten anything chef daniel cooked?
cease: this is bergman mid rant, not reading anything
Dexter Fong: Cat: That's my impression
llanwydd: seems to me I have never heard that name
cease: his hamburger. see my blog. charlie brown's head in a bun
llanwydd: I'll take a look at it
cease: he has reinvented (hamburger stand just as i tyhpe) the hamburger wars i so enjoyed in la
cease: every place wanted to hacve a better burger than the place down the street. and we all won
Merlyn: www.chromiumswitch.org has a picture from the show
llanwydd: seems a hamburger like that would be hard to eat unless you crush it a little
Principalpoop: no walkers or canes or wheelchairs, they are all doing fine hehe
cease: i r3member taping this, and hearing this song for the first time. still one of my faves
cease: june 6, 1970
Principalpoop: i don't know this song
Merlyn: and Ossman is 71
cease: it was a hot sunday night in la. but then, isnt it always?
Principalpoop: that hot santa ana wind
cease: hiw poem about the day of his birth is about as good as poety gets
||||||||| "9:56 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Mudhead, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Principalpoop: if they had fun, sounds like they will do it again
Principalpoop: d
Dexter Fong: Bye Bye Mudhead
Principalpoop: hi mud
Principalpoop: ooops
llanwydd: I want to hear another fst studio album
Dexter Fong: Right this moment, llan?
llanwydd: knowing how they used to make albums it seems very taxing and tedious
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Merlyn: I hope so, PP
Principalpoop: hi E
Elayne: Evenin' all!
cease: llan, there are hundreds of hours of firesign yhou havent heard.
llanwydd: wb elayne
cease: hey el
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Merlyn: they really liked the theater, said it was a good size for them
llanwydd: do you mean studio firesign, cat?
cease: if you enjoy this, i don tknow how much there is but i've heard vast quantities
cease: no, radio
cease: thnis is a radio show they did in la in 70.
Dexter Fong: Radio studio
llanwydd: I've done radio
||||||||| Catherwood enters with H. Stones close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
cease: ok, inlcuding interviews they did on others radio shows.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Honey enters at 10:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: hi your highness
Dexter Fong: Evening Stones
Elayne: Hey Stones!
cease: some tv too, like that michigan university thing
Principalpoop: ahhh and honey too, hola
cease: hi honey!
Honey : Heya folks glad to be here !
llanwydd: not radio comedy although I was humorous
cease: all health to you!
Dexter Fong: Hey Honey...Welcome back =))
llanwydd: I was a news announcer and dj
H. Stones: Hi Gas guys and otherwise
Elayne: Hello Honey!
cease: hi stones
Principalpoop: comment aller vous?
llanwydd: Hello HS and HS
H. Stones: I regret that its just a drive by because i have to be up early tomorrow and desperately need sleep
Honey : I am sitting outside the library using net stumbler nice and cozy in my car
H. Stones: Honey enjoys her war driving
Principalpoop: sweet honey, ok your highness
H. Stones: I have been invited by the media here to meet the leader of the opposition tomorrow
Principalpoop: i heard that song, I am sitting outside the liiiibraryyyyy, using net stumbleeeeer, nice and cooooozy in my caaaaar
Honey : I just popped in to say hello! I am hoping to have internet at my apartment within days so I can get back in on a regular basis....well whatever regular is! hm
Principalpoop: which opposition?
Merlyn: hey hon
cease: how are you, honey?
Dexter Fong: Loyal opposition?
H. Stones: the conservative political opposition, equivalent to your Republicans
llanwydd: getting rain down there, dex?
Honey : lol poop i am still truckin' along still alive n well
llanwydd: I've got it up here
Dexter Fong: Nope
Principalpoop: ahh, the fascist shithead, be nice
H. Stones: lol
Honey : lol
H. Stones: can i take my bucket of shit with me Poop ?
Principalpoop: stones has kept us up to date, i hope he passed on all our good wishes for you...
cease: greatr to hear, honey
cease: they call them honey buckets in japan. a very strange country
Principalpoop: no no, take the moral high ground, just a bucket of old piss....
llanwydd: may day tomorrow all you pinkos
H. Stones: ok will do
Honey : yes he has and thank you verrrrrrrrry much for all the good wishes
H. Stones: some of my jokes stink too, so i will take some of them just in case
Dexter Fong: Cinco de Mayonaisse coming soon
Principalpoop: some? don't be modest, all your jokes stink stones
Honey : Yay! Mayday!! Now to find a maypole.....
H. Stones: all the Poles are over here looking for work
Honey : ya cinco de mayo is a big to do here in these parts
Principalpoop: i used to have a maypole, oops, that was maypo
llanwydd: no, they celebrate mayonaisse in france
H. Stones: its maypoop
Principalpoop: dijon homme
Honey : i remember maypo it was horrible
Merlyn: sink-o de putt-o?
Dexter Fong: Merlyn is in under par
Principalpoop: grits and oatmeal thing, i don't remember if it was horrible
llanwydd: sinkhole dimaio
cease: the Mayco have a Maypo?
Honey : maple flavored gruel yummmm
H. Stones: dont mind the oatmeal too much but i have to pick out the grit
Principalpoop: kitty stew kitty stew it is you kitty stew
H. Stones: you have to be gruel to be kind
cease: merl is telling us about last fridays show, arent you merl?
Honey : in the right measure stones
llanwydd: I was never much into hot cereal
H. Stones: i watched Heroes for a while and i used to like Twin Peaks but time passes
Honey : catherwood please pass around a large tub of maple flavored gruel
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Honey and says "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
cease: my wife likes heroes and i liked twin peaks, at least initally. it kinda ran out of ideas
Principalpoop: oink oink ahchoo, omg, i have got it
H. Stones: yes, cease, just like Heroes has done
llanwydd: I've never watched either
Elayne: Well, I'm afraid my brain just isn't up to multi-tasking after my 11-hour day at work. (Y'all saw my brief hello at 8:45 Eastern?) So I'm outta here for good now.
Principalpoop: sleep well E
Honey : yes heroes has gotten boring but i no longer have any television so ......
Elayne: Remember, Free Comic Book Day is Saturday!
Dexter Fong: See yah Elayne
||||||||| "Hey Elayne!" ... Elayne turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:11 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
H. Stones: sorry Elayne, come back soon and take care in the meantime
Merlyn: bye E
Honey : goodnight E
Principalpoop: which comic books are being detained??
cease: in general, i think david lynch is kinda, "speak softfly, and carry a big shtick"
cease: by e
cease: honey, remember george putnam?
cease: he was very much on the air in those days
llanwydd: of putnam investments?
Honey : i sure do, cease
cease: no, rightwing la tv "newscaster" from the 60s
Honey : on ktla or kttv i believe
llanwydd: I used to have putnam A shares
cease: very popular. my father's car dealership used to advertise on his show. a rival of ralph "spoilsport" williams
cease: i left la in 69, honey. its amazing i remember putnam
H. Stones: you mean the biggest automobile dealership West of Baalbek ?
llanwydd: that rival of ralph williams wouldn't happen to have been that "Come see Cal" guy?
Honey : gee i was on tom hatten's show that had popeye cartoons and he did squiggles
cease: no
cease: la was full of colourful tv car dealers
cease: e firesign didnt make them up, just riffed on them
H. Stones: "I can see, i can see perfectly!"
Honey : ralph williams was the king of late late night broadcasting i belive he was the only commercial on
cease: putnam? realy?
llanwydd: I had a friend who had lived in LA and told me all about the tv car dealers
cease: i remember pop eye cartoons but the name tom hatten has escaped my memory
Dexter Fong: afk ftr
Honey : he had the show that came on ktla just before the bozo show lol
H. Stones: nowadays, every show is a bozo show
cease: sounds like some ungodly hour of the morning, honey
cease: i could barley get up to listen to the firesign show on sunday mornings at the end of 68
H. Stones: in 68 i was up all the time
Honey : gee i am sure you must remember 'sherriff johns luch brigade, cease
llanwydd: sunday mornings? didn't know. now I get the "properly religious opening"
Principalpoop: miss anne
H. Stones: Hero 54 where are you ?
Honey : lunch that is
cease: sounds familiar, honey
llanwydd: I'll bet it was supposed to make you think it was a religious broadcast until they started talking about sanitary pedestals
Honey : at least you can remeber being up in 68, stones
H. Stones: no i cant, i was just guessing Honey
cease: when i was in 4th grade, at chandler elementary school, a cop came to the school and told us there was just this thin line of cops keeping all us kids from being killed by evil people.
H. Stones: Who wants to be a Hero
H. Stones: When Heroes go Bad
cease: of course in those days we had to drop under our seats at 10 am on fridays because russina missile were about to kill us
llanwydd: what a crock of
cease: anyway, the deputy dan motif arrises from that milieu
Honey : lol cease i think that same cop came to st. anthony's
llanwydd: I remember air raid drills as well
H. Stones: yes, If there are no eyes, avoid all contact, Cease
llanwydd: I wasn't very good at them
cease: i dont know where that is, honey.
Honey : yes duck n cover then afterwards we could get 10 cent hotdogs hahaha
Honey : it was in gardena
cease: after chandler, i went to a school that vanished long ago, it was called Saunders
cease: later it was a sunkist building. later a bank, i think.
Principalpoop: after the colonel?
Dexter Fong: Colonel Saunders?
cease: Eunice K. Knight Saunders School,
Principalpoop: what was her first name? she was fabulous
H. Stones: Saunders of the River ?
cease: she had goldwater bumper stickers on her gold cadillac in 1961!
Honey : woot!!!
llanwydd: I went to kindergarten and first grade in what I thought was a very large school until I revisited as an adult
cease: went crazy, fired al lthe teachers. i ended up playihng chess and writing plays all day with the few remaing streudent.s there were also horses and a pool
Principalpoop: free range elementary school
cease: exactl;y
H. Stones: i wish i could get the drugs you get , Cease
Honey : hahaha
cease: one the kids in my plays was jay north, who played dennis the mennace on tv and recently on the simpsons
H. Stones: horses playing Pool, what kind of shit is this
cease: no drugs, stones, at least in 61
Honey : no no horses playing chess in the pool, stones sheesh
llanwydd: was that before he was dennis the menace or after?
H. Stones: ok 62 then, you were an early adopter
cease: one of our clases was called "horses" and there were actual horses. we rode them around and round.
cease: it was kinda fun. they were big. i was small
H. Stones: dont tell me Cease, it was a Horse "about this big !"
cease: there was also a pool. with various diving boards. i liked the low ones. big pool another forced class
Honey : hmmmmmm possibly implanted memories do you have missing time?
H. Stones: wow i never ever saw horses diving from boards, no matter how much i smoked, was it the legendary Acapulco Gold i heard so much about ?
Principalpoop: thanks for the memories, jay north was in my plays, we rode horses for days, the pool in the days before smog alerts, thanks..
Honey : i learned how to swim at the alondra park swimming pool near el camino college
cease: no, i was the last person to take any drugs. not only my friends, but my teachers were getting stoned lnog before me. too stoned naturallyh already
H. Stones: yeah right, cease
cease: honeyt, you dont remember the saunders school? i have pix
Dexter Fong: YOu gotta start early if you want to stick it out
Honey : ya jay north a real stab from the past nope i dont remember it but i believe you cease
H. Stones: did they get extra points if they shot the horse in mid air before it hit the water, Cease, i just gotta know ?
Principalpoop: ahh, by horse he means heroin, now it all makes sense
Dexter Fong: Stones: If you used a small caliber pistol, you get a higher degree of difficulty
cease: lol, poop
Principalpoop: ride, ride the white horsey
cease: they shoot horses, dont they
Honey : first date well really not a date but i went out with johnny crawford from the rifleman we went to POP
H. Stones: yes i know Fong, i once killed the top man in Doom " with just a blaster pistol
cease: best flick jane fonda ever did
cease: i remember the song, honey, but i dont think i everf went there
Dexter Fong: Stones: Bottom man a more difficult shot
Honey : (pacific ocean park) used to be on the pier in santa monica
H. Stones: i did the same with Quake and Halo
H. Stones: it was a badge of honour
llanwydd: I'm not refreshing. what's going on here
Principalpoop: change your settings
H. Stones: in fact, i am hoping to take out Ann Robinson
Dexter Fong: Only game I ever played was Diablo, Stones
llanwydd: quake and halo? what's that?
Dexter Fong: FPS Computer games
H. Stones: i can see you spent too much time in the trees llan
Principalpoop: was that dean martin or robert mitchem?
llanwydd: aha
Honey : oooooh i loved diablo dex
llanwydd: the trees??????
Dexter Fong: Me too, Honey
llanwydd: I'm no pig
Principalpoop: oink oink ah-choo
cease: if you were, it would be hard to type, llan
llanwydd: lol
Honey : lol
H. Stones: talking of which, if Swine flu contains both pig and bird genetic material, does that make it Flying Pig Flu ?
llanwydd: I'm sure
Honey : when pigs fly news at 11
Dexter Fong: Stones: Yes and if you have diahrhea, then pigs really will fly out your ass
Merlyn: when pigs flu
llanwydd: they make it sound like the plague
Principalpoop: plague plague!
Dexter Fong: It's worse than Fiddlers
H. Stones: its not Kosher in Isreel of course.
Honey : now i am scared!
Merlyn: pigs on the roof or fiddlers on the roof?
Principalpoop: roofers
||||||||| Honey rushes off, saying "10:34 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
llanwydd: catherwood, get me a swine flu vaccine
||||||||| Catherwood gets llanwydd a swine flu vaccine.
||||||||| Honey sashays in at 10:34 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: wb honey
Dexter Fong: Akternate side parking Honey?
Honey : thanks i got so scared i moofed myself
Principalpoop: hehe she moofed herself hehe
Dexter Fong: Moof over, red rover
llanwydd: I'll bet that movie Babe was banned
Principalpoop: moof me too baby
Honey : it was banned somewhere
Dexter Fong: They banned babe Ruth?
cease: only in boston
Principalpoop: charlotte and her web
Merlyn: OK, if Obama gets caught smoking, will it be called Fumi-gate?
llanwydd: I'll bet they love charlotte's web in israel
llanwydd: bet that's banned too
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: No, that's Cat's wife
Honey : only if he gets caught in japan, merlyn
cease: close enough, dex
Principalpoop: smoking what?
Dexter Fong back slowly away from the reference
Principalpoop: i think he has a reefer from time to time
llanwydd: non fumer
Honey : lol
Merlyn: smoking a basketball
Dexter Fong: Smoke a reefer? Yes we can!!
Merlyn: they're hard to light
cease: a reefer on the roof would be a riff and a half
Honey : i saw the harlem globetrotters smoking a basketball
llanwydd: I've heard of basketball jones
llanwydd: is that what you were reeferring to?
cease: i saw bob marfley smoking a spliff the size of a baseball bat and still putting on the tightest possible show
Principalpoop: the umpire
Honey : yeah good tune by cheech n chong llan
Honey : yes cease i dont doubt that for an instant
Merlyn: I did not exhale, I'm still waiting to exhale
llanwydd: bob marley breathed more smoke than air
Honey : the radio station i worked for had to get peter tosh a kilo of weed before he would perform his show lol
cease: Fumiyo and I were near the last row at the theatre and we could get stoned on the smoke from that spliff, far away as it was
H. Stones: i spent some time on tour with the man who taught Marley all he knew
Merlyn: didn't his grandpa jacob marley know scrooge?
Honey : lol
cease: ij la, honey? that shouldnt be too hard
cease: lol merl
Honey : true, but it was in Albuquerque
Honey : lol
Principalpoop: a kilo? must have been durango weed
Principalpoop: to need that much
Dexter Fong: Grown by the Durango Kid
H. Stones: if you thought Marley was a smoker, you should see what Lee Perry still puts away
cease: i dont know who lee perry is. and he doenst know who i am
Honey : those rastamen use a lot of weed anyway he said he wouldnt go on unless someone got him a kilo
Dexter Fong: Who am us, anyway?
Principalpoop: i knew a perry lee, no that was jerry
H. Stones: hes the man who discovered, trained and recorded Marley
Honey : lol poop
Honey : didnt he marry his cousin ??
llanwydd: well, I'm taking off. be back on the 7th. night everybody!
cease: aha
Principalpoop: great balls of fire is why
cease: by llan
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Principalpoop: super week llan
H. Stones: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_txjP4yossD0/SATrfn8u5_I/AAAAAAAAASI/qTUtUcxG-PA/s400/Lee_Perry_02.jpg
Honey : gnite llan good to see you again
cease: honey did you ever go to platypus records?
H. Stones: see you llan
cease: i trhink i went there cuz of this comercial
Honey : i hope to be back on by next week
Honey : i dont remember platypus records cease
cease: we hope so too, honey
Principalpoop: sure you do, half mammal, half duck, half marsupial
Honey : thanks :) wheres bambi n clem this week?
Dexter Fong: A docile creature with a nasty disposition
Principalpoop: bandwidth problems still maybe :(
Honey : well they are from down under
Dexter Fong: Honey: They might be conserving bandwidth
Honey : lol
Honey : well i am sorry i missed them
Honey : please give them my regards if i am not around next week
Principalpoop: that sounded new
Merlyn: see you later, I might log in again, bizarre political connection to canadian elections coming up in the next firesign mailing list
H. Stones: Ok folks i have to go and get some shuteye, will see you next week,
H. Stones: have a good time all and stay safe
Principalpoop: night M and thanks again
Dexter Fong: Honey: Will the library be closed nest week?
Principalpoop: good luck your highness, give no quarter
Dexter Fong: Night Stones
||||||||| Merlyn is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:49 PM.
Honey : yes i better shove off myself goodnight ya'll
Dexter Fong: Good timing Merlyn
cease: i know more of that than i care too, merl. proc's daugfhter supporting our rightwing premier.
Honey : have a good week!
cease: by stones
cease: all the best, honey
H. Stones: sweet dreams
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:49 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Honey by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Night Honey, glad you're back among us
Principalpoop: best and kiss honey
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:50 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs H. Stones by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: a fast bus
Dexter Fong: a clean windscreen
Dexter Fong: and a platypus
cease: everyone's going
Principalpoop: firesign doing mclaughin and group hahahaha
Principalpoop: fantastic
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yeah....
cease: so much news, so few to appreciatre it.
cease: i'm enjoying some of my last sangria for 3 weeks
Principalpoop: going on the wagon?
Dexter Fong: Cat: YOu can't have sangria for three weeks?
cease: going on antibiotics tomorrow. good thing i'm here instead on nyc
Principalpoop: ugh
cease: the 10 days i had to abstain before cancer operation a good warm up, i guess
cease: this is for gum disease, drugs instead of operation
cease: seems a good exchange to me
Principalpoop: cool
Dexter Fong: Good luck with that cat
cease: one of many, dex
Dexter Fong: Many what, cat?
cease: health bummers
Dexter Fong: Ah......yes
cease: inspite of which, i feel quite healthy
cease: energetic, optimistic, etc.
Dexter Fong: It's good to feel good
Dexter Fong: But better to rook good
cease: i htink cuz its spring and i'm into planting things,
Principalpoop: it is your own fault for getting a good physical cat
cease: docs dont seem to give physicals anymore, at least here.
cease: i have to wait for disease to strike
Dexter Fong: What you don't know may kill you but at least you won't be worrying about it
Principalpoop: ignorance is bliss, i am estatic
cease: well, not exactly, dex
Dexter Fong: Don't worry.....be happy
cease: ive been given enough info to modify my behaviour, whether i wish it modified or not
cease: thatr only works if i'm drunk, dex. and that wont happen for quite a while
Principalpoop: i will see a physician to get medicinal marijuana when virginia plays that game
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
cease: cannabis is as common as rain in vancouver, but its medicinal qualities are more disease-specific
Principalpoop: best of luck cat, sounds like you have interesting things going on, i think boring is good
cease: me too, poop
Dexter Fong can't stand the excitment of the last couple of observations
cease: may you live in interesting times is a curse, unless you're the firesing theatre
Principalpoop: how did the audience like 'this nigger is crazy' story fong?
Principalpoop: when it rains it pours, oops, i did not mean to pour salt in your wounds cat
Dexter Fong: Poop: Not sure what you're refering to..."This etc etc?
Principalpoop: i thought you were going to use that phrase in your speech, i was concerned....
cease: id rather have a salary than salt all over me
Dexter Fong: Salutary, Cat
Principalpoop: celery
Dexter Fong: Poop: The address was cancelled on account of thhhe Air Force one flyover
Principalpoop: wow, ok
Dexter Fong: We've asked Obama for some added stimulation
Dexter Fong: "That president's crazy"
cease: that was the last president, dex
Principalpoop: the voice of ahh, clem
Principalpoop: Obama might turn out ok
Dexter Fong: Hi Clem
Principalpoop: hi ahh, clem, we don't see you
Principalpoop: thank you ahh,clem, love to keepers of the root
Dexter Fong: one two three
Principalpoop: toad away
Principalpoop: so give us the list cat, from the top down, or inside out
cease: list of what?
Principalpoop: gum disease, mugotossis
cease: thanks as always, ah clem
Dexter Fong: Globner's
Principalpoop: the interesting things you are facing
Dexter Fong: The fiddlers
Dexter Fong: Male snail mail disease
Principalpoop: High Stool
Dexter Fong: Twitter's algorhythyn
Principalpoop: firefox fever
cease: the important thing is to avoid pain, poop
Principalpoop: always
cease: painful pooping in particular to be avoided
Dexter Fong: I avoid pain like the plague
Principalpoop: when i get the urge to exercise, i lie down and take a nap until the urge subsides
Dexter Fong: Throw a trowel over it poop
Principalpoop: ahh hemmeroids, hot water, hot as you can stand it works for me
cease: no, its springl i want to go dig out weeds and plant potatoes, etc
cease: have to keep covered with clothing and sunscreen though
Principalpoop: careful squatting hehe
Dexter Fong: Particularly in the asparagus patch
Principalpoop: ouch
Principalpoop: hahaha
Dexter Fong: Be in good spears
Principalpoop: a whole new meaning to hollandaise sauce
Dexter Fong: Hollandaise sauce, brought to you by the pervy folks at KY
Dexter Fong: and that ain't Kentucky
Principalpoop: georgia right? deliverance
Dexter Fong: Every bottle of KY Hollandaise contains a whole dead pig
Principalpoop: squeal
Dexter Fong: Yep, we use that too
Principalpoop: i think Obama is going to be ok
Dexter Fong: Well Dear Friends, ah clem played my outro music a few minutes ago, so we're running late...see you next week
Principalpoop: i thought he was backpeddling, but i heard him explain about turning a big ship....
cease: i hope you dont mean he'll become an okey
Principalpoop: the bus, ok, have a super week, good luck guys
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
cease: yeah, i gotta go enjoy my last evening of sangria with others as well, by all
Principalpoop: from finokey? nooo
Principalpoop: cheers
Principalpoop: night night
||||||||| At 11:21 PM, Principalpoop vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 11:30 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cease - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bightrethighrehighre close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:56 AM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Bightrethighrehighre: ....what ??? where da PEEPZ????
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - 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."
||||||||| 4:32 AM: Happy Harry to seekers org jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"

The Evening's Participants:
Dexter Fong
H. Stones
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And, "The Home Team"