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 December 17, 2009 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Firebroiled-Hearthcare waltzes in at 8:01 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Firebroiled-Hearthcare: 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 . . .


Now, please, everyone lock your wigs
, let the air out of your shoes
and prepare yourselves for a period of simulated exhilaration.

Everybody ready? Let’s get in “sync” for our Flight to the Future!

We’re docked and open.
Be sure to inflate shoes before crossing the water.

Remember, the Rubber Lines are for your convenience and protection.

Thank you . . .



But I’d like to recommend WALL OF SCIENCE,

‘cause it’s my favorite!

Jest climb aboard that old YELLOW rubber line.

Well thankya, Partner.

See ya on the Funway!

Yippee! Tie one on!

So long . . ..

||||||||| "Hey Firebroiled-Hearthcare!" ... Firebroiled-Hearthcare turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:03 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| 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 RedPillTweeny gets out at 8:10 AM.
||||||||| It's 8:20 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 2:22 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Bunnyboy: Just testing...
Bunnyboy: FST Chat needs a mobile app! ; )
||||||||| Bunnyboy rushes off, saying "2:24 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| ah,clem enters at 8:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| New CNI streaming notice: '"a few minutes with FireSign Theatre" at about 9 eastern, Nick'
||||||||| ah,clem leaves to catch the 8:51 PM train to Virginia.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Mudhead', just granted probation at 8:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Mudhead: hi
Mudhead: go away firebroiled
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "MIDItween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as MIDItween enters and sits in the comfy chair.
MIDItween: F0
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "c's should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as c's enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 17, 2009 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
c's: anyone here?
MIDItween: Hey, Mud, cease
c's: lots of firenews, for whoever cares
MIDItween: We surely does...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dexter Fong in through the front door at 9:04 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
c's: we? you mean more than 1 person?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:04 PM, dragging Bambi by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
c's: hi bambi, dex
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Dear Friends
Bambi :-) Happy Holidays (or close to it) Dear Friends!
c's: both deer and friends
||||||||| Outside, the 9:05 PM downtown bus from Norfolk pulls away, leaving ah,clem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: That would be in alphabetical order Bambi, Cat, Tween Mudhead and Clem
Bambi: hey Clem
ah,clem: and dear friends
MIDItween: Hullo
Bambi: sounds like a great line up eh?
MIDItween: Indeed
c's: http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%253A%252F%252Fvimeo.com%252F8150310&h=49a0e33a086bd74d68cd211637d626c8&ref=nf
c's: this is part 2 of the firesign video interview from a few weeks ago
MIDItween: It's a great conspiracy, clem
c's: tons of news in it
ah,clem: ultra boring adventure II lol
c's: they talk about releasing tons of their old radio shows
Dexter Fong: That's great news Cat
c's: also, earl jive, their producer from hour hour among others, is going to be playing old firesign shows on his radio show,radiojive.com
MIDItween: Yeah, a great parody of video games
ah,clem: will save the link for later, Cat, as my computer is kinda busy right now. ;)
||||||||| "9:08 PM? 9:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Tor Hershman should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Tor Hershman enters and sits in the comfy chair.
c's: yes dex, i've been waiting to hear the other hour hours for 40 years
Dexter Fong: Hi Tor
MIDItween: In 1986, mind you
MIDItween: Hey Tor
Tor Hershman: Howdy do, fellow bozos
c's: hi tor
MIDItween squeezes Tor's nose
||||||||| Donk bounds in at 9:09 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
ah,clem: music to go soft...
Dexter Fong: Hey DonK
MIDItween: Hello, Doncicle
Tor Hershman: Moi ain't gonna hang, I just stopped by to invite you fine folks to enter my THE VAST WASTELAND CONTEST @ me blog http://torhershman.blogspot.com/
Donk: Hey Bozos and Bozettes
Tor Hershman: Lots of schlock
Bambi: hey Tor, Don
Mudhead: hello all
Tor Hershman: Nite all and most happy days to thee and thine
Bambi: Mudhead looks like he's fading away
Bambi: there he is
c's: hi donk
ah,clem: be well Tor
Bambi: have a great week Tor
Dexter Fong: Hey Muddie
Mudhead: same back atcha Tor
Bambi: so is it cold everywhere tonight? sure is in the normally sunny south
Dexter Fong: Cat: Has that FST thing you were gonna go to happened yet?
c's: we were expecting snow but instead its raining
MIDItween: Heard that, Bambi
c's: no dex, jan 8-9
Dexter Fong: OK
c's: merl will be there too
Dexter Fong: Yes
c's: i expect to hang out with the lads between shows.
MIDItween: After a record-setting Summer with 100+ and no rain for months on end, we apparently skipped Fall and went straight to Winter
c's: i had a dream about doing that, there was this guy who was about 10 feet tall, introduced himself to me as ossman and a half
Bambi: sad Tween ... fall is generally a great season
MIDItween: lol cease
MIDItween: Mushroom soup before bed?
c's: speaking of this album, coulndnt be more timely.
Dexter Fong: 4+3+2 does not equal *
Dexter Fong: 8
ah,clem: good for your deams, lol
c's: ave any of you seen the video for new dylan album, must be santa?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:15 PM and Merlyn sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
MIDItween: You expected it would?
Merlyn: I'm not wearing a sash
MIDItween: Hey Merl
ah,clem: and about time too
c's: merl, i was just telling the tiny few assembled about my dream of the giant osssman
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn, raise that sash eh?
Mudhead: cover up
MIDItween: No Sasha?
c's: at least you're wearing clothes, dex
Dexter Fong: Mud: It's always a cover up
Merlyn: the giant OS man
Mudhead: im not
Dexter Fong: or a white wash
MIDItween adjusts his cod piece
ah,clem: chatting naked again, Cat?
MIDItween: (sorry lol)
Mudhead: still clem, still
ah,clem: ah
Dexter Fong repositions his giant grouper
Merlyn: your COD piece? You had to pay?
c's: to asnwer your question, dex, tom from nebraska offered his website to host my little carlin/duckman/fiesign/ le show thing so i'll send it to him tomorrow
||||||||| Catherwood ushers llanwydd into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:18 PM, then departs.
c's: i'm in canada. we never do anything naked here. too cold
MIDItween: Hey LL
llanwydd: whaz real?
Dexter Fong: Hi llan
MIDItween throws a fishing fly
c's: all the l's you need, and then some
ah,clem: not anything? lol
Dexter Fong: Cat: An impressive list but I didn't ask a question
MIDItween: lol Merl
Bambi: hey Merl, llan
||||||||| Bunnyboy steps in at 9:19 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 9:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor Hershman - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
MIDItween: You haddock enough?
Dexter Fong: Hey BBoy
Bambi: hey Bunny
MIDItween: Hey Bun
c's: the bun man
ah,clem: darn good thing we have a compressor, that one gets me everytime...
Bunnyboy: Freewheelin'
Dexter Fong: Bob Dylan?
MIDItween: I bought the original CD. Yes, it's ugly ;)
Bunnyboy: I'm on my iPhone. On the bus.
c's: the new dylan is so much a parody of his old work you'd think it was done by the firesigns
MIDItween: bit read _this_...
Dexter Fong: With the other bozos?
Mudhead: what year was this done?
llanwydd: I've heard so many classic dylan albums but never that one
ah,clem: the Bambi monitor got the full impact, bet she jumped out of her chair...
c's: i doubt my duaghter actulaly did read that, bun
Bunnyboy: brb...
Bambi: pretty close Clem lol
c's: its new. unfortunately
MIDItween: Blood On The Tracks was the only Dylan album I ever bought
Donk: i've got Free wheelin' on vinyl
c's: a good one, tween
llanwydd: BotT is his best since highway 61
c's: havent seen you in a while, donk. how's it going?
c's: i agrtee, llan
Donk: blood on the tracks was a good come back album for dylan, after a period of some real crap
Dexter Fong: Mudhead: I think EOBE came out in the late 80's maybe early 90's
Donk: hey C's i've been working mosth
Donk: most Thursday nites
Donk: doin good, trying to keep warm
MIDItween: 1986 - one of the first CDs I bought
llanwydd: I could never put my finger on why highway 61 is so great but it's dylan's best album
c's: my fave, llan
MIDItween: May have to pick up some Dylan from the library
llanwydd: what's so great about it I wonder
c's: i gave a copy to an ex girl friend once. she nearly broke it over my head
Dexter Fong: I think Dylan's best album is "A Child's Christmas inside Whales"
Donk: i didn't buy a CD till about 2001, i resisted CD's for a long time
ah,clem: sounds like emergency services in Dendron, lol, "if you are on fire, call Bobby at the garrage.."
llanwydd: lol cat
MIDItween: Hendrix doing Watchtower pretty much smokes Dylan
c's: i agree tween.
c's: anboyd doing dylan usually did the song better
MIDItween: imho, other people give voice to Dylan's songwriting skills
Donk: i think John Wesley Harding, the first dylan album i bought around 1967? maybe
llanwydd: I don't. I like the JWH version better
Dexter Fong: Lamber Hendriz and Ross doing Big Brass Bed is a gas
Bunnyboy: Sardines and sweat tonite.
c's: that sounds oddly revolting, bun
Donk: lol, i gotta hear that Fong
||||||||| Catherwood escorts wake in through the front door at 9:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Anchovies and acid for me
llanwydd: first album I ever bought was Band on the Run. first cd was give me immortality
Dexter Fong: Hey wake
wake: hey you guys
Dexter Fong: Good to see you again
llanwydd: Hi Wake
c's: you're awake?
Dexter Fong: Damn your young llan =))
Bunnyboy: My seatmate's a smoker. -choke!-
Bambi: hey wake
MIDItween: Hi Wake
ah,clem: or are we old, Dex?
MIDItween: How are things on or side of the space ship?
Dexter Fong: Both Clem.....both
Bunnyboy: Hiya wake
llanwydd: I couldn't stand the idea of CDs replacing albums so it took me a long time to buy a cd player
MIDItween: your side
c's: dex is our ambassador from the distant past
wake: I guess it's been two months... or more
Donk: the first cd player i had came on my computer
Dexter Fong: llan: It's that your first album was Band on the (gasp) Run
c's: thats when he's at his best
MIDItween: Still in Thailand?
Bunnyboy: Denial is a river.
Donk: i sitll don't have a cd player in the house other than on the computer
llanwydd: I get what you mean, dex
c's: bob dylan at the met is no weirder than what he's actually doing now
Dexter Fong: Cat: Did I tell you about the time I was wroking at Stonehange...making big rocks inta little ones
wake: fong bunny ll mud clem
Mudhead: hai!
c's: not little enougy, dex. i cant get stoned on them
Bunnyboy: Oh my!
llanwydd: must have been a long time ago dex
ah,clem: never knew there was a kudzu county till I moved here...
MIDItween: To say that Dyland has probably had an 'interesting' life might be a bit of an understatement
Dexter Fong: Cat: But you can get some gravel in your craw
MIDItween: Dylan
Donk: i kinda like some of Dylans newer stuff
MIDItween: LOL Merl
c's: i have some groat clusters to suck on
Donk: Huck's Tune, came out early this year or last year is a great Dylan tune
llanwydd: I've had as interesting a life as dylan but I never got famous
llanwydd: well, it's interesting to me anyway
Dexter Fong: Tween: Are You having a private coversation with Merlyn
wake: kudzu! gazudhiet
c's: anyone read his autobiographty?
MIDItween: "The seeds that were sown yesterday now flower in DeLand"
MIDItween: Name that tune
Donk: not me
c's: why do i find his having a big yaught off putting?
wake: I never met a cluster that didn't suck
llanwydd: the most recent dylan album I ever bought was Biograph
ah,clem: cowboy bank, my fav track
Bunnyboy: llan: Now, now, don't let it GET to you...
Dexter Fong: Cat: Because your afraid of the sea?
c's: the4re are some star clusters you might find challenging, wake?
Donk: i recently finished Miles Davis Autobiography, probably even crazier life than Dylan
Bunnyboy: brb again...
llanwydd: star clusters get stuck in my throat
Dexter Fong: Donk: WHo was the author, thee's at least three biographies
MIDItween: we're all bozos on this bus
c's: hey bun
Donk: autobiography, as in Miles wrote it with a ghost writer
llanwydd: what's the most bozo bus? greyhound or trailways?
c's: merl?
llanwydd: I wish there was a bozo train
Dexter Fong: OK Who was the ghost?
wake: I saw ol' Miles trip and fall backwards over a monitor, he finished the solo flat on his back to tumultuous applause.
Donk: hang on i'll check
ah,clem: bozo bus is a tram in a theme park
llanwydd: that's funny, wake
MIDItween: Changing OS - brb
ah,clem: or so Dave says
||||||||| At 9:34 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, MIDItween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Donk: ghost was Quincy Troupe
Dexter Fong: Thanks DonK
Donk: my copy is autographed by Quincy, just noticed that, i bought it at a thrift store for 50 cents, lol
c's: isnt that a disease?
wake: inky darkness in the 5th at belmont
llanwydd: troupe's disease?
Dexter Fong: Wake: Are alive in the late double?
Bambi: ...
llanwydd: donk, is your name short for don keehotay?
wake: I got fifty on his nose.
Bambi: yea! Nick Danger
Dexter Fong: Then Inky is overweight
Donk: i stopped chasing windmills, years ago
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: So did I when i discovered then only go round aand round but don't really go anywhere
wake: you don't chase them... you sword fight with them
c's: cast your fate to john stewart's mill
Dexter Fong: Ah you mean tilting!!
Donk: now the birds seem to find the windmills, and commit suicide
Donk: lol
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
wake: jousting?
Dexter Fong: Better than being sucked into a jet engine and drowning in the Hudosn
llanwydd: no, tilting is a pinball maneuver
ah,clem: so much for lesson 5
Donk: true, dexter
llanwydd: lesson 6, three new words in turkish
Dexter Fong: Cat: Do you remember how much comment was made on Fire Chat when this first came out
c's: yes dex
Donk: Sully drowned those poor birds, they might have survived
llanwydd: what comment? I wasn't here in the beginning
llanwydd: yeah, donk. we ought to get peta after him
Dexter Fong: Cat: I always felt that this opening section was just added cause they wanted it in (for whatever reason) and only slightly related to the rest of the material
wake: towel taffy border
ah,clem: the post modem way to move it and not lose it
c's: could be, dex
c's: they are always dicking with their stuff
Dexter Fong: llan: A lotta of people were (Somewhat/slightly) offended by the openenin segment
Dexter Fong: Cat: A stuff dicking has no moral compass
llanwydd: opening segment of what?
c's: you think they were tryihg to find out who'd be offended and not?
Dexter Fong: Bride of Firesign
ah,clem: what is the bandwidth of a hatchback loaded with dvds from NY to Chicago?
c's: they were doing that in their earliest incarnartions as well
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:44 PM and MIDItween waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I think that at least one of them thought it would be fun to add it and see how people reacted
MIDItween: I'm back and I'm beautyful!
llanwydd: to tell you the truth I got to the point where I'd skip the first track
Dexter Fong: llan: I understand
Mudhead: watcha playin now ah clem?
llanwydd: still don't think it's funny
Dexter Fong: Bride of Firesign
c's: depends on one's aesthetics, tween
ah,clem: tks Dex
Dexter Fong: Ether, that my aesthetic
c's: gas music from uranus?
Dexter Fong: Mind goes away, body continues to operate
MIDItween runs the aesthetics at the olympics
ah,clem: I prefer ehtanol
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:47 PM and Elayne waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Dexter Fong: And beatifully
c's: hey el
MIDItween: Hey E
ah,clem: but you all know that
MIDItween: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey, how fortuitous
llanwydd: ethanol doesn't do much for me
ah,clem: E!
llanwydd: or anyone as far as I know
Dexter Fong: I prefer regular
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
wake: Hi Elayne
Dexter Fong: and hold the lead
MIDItween: A karate instructor once told me not to do that, Dex
Dexter Fong: A karate instructor once told me to pull his finger....he broke me arm
Dexter Fong: then farted
Dexter Fong: afkfr
MIDItween: lol Dex
MIDItween: Respect for using that stuff
ah,clem: see that, the joke they used in MIB was a rip on FireSign Theatre.
wake: that was a strong fart there dex
MIDItween: Weaponizing your body should not be taken lightly
c's: el, i'll repeat the firesign news for you
Elayne: Please do, Cat.
ah,clem: boot to the head, Tween
MIDItween: Nor should having the American Army as a permanent presence in the Middle East
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:51 PM and Principalpoop steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
MIDItween: boot to the head ;)
c's: the live earl jive is going to be playing hour hours and other firesign stuff he produced on his radiio show at radiojive.com
Principalpoop: evening
Elayne: Good lord, I didn't know he was still around.
MIDItween: Hey P
c's: that's the best news i've heard in 40 years
c's: hi poop
Merlyn: any schedule yet, cat?
Mudhead: someone get that
c's: yes he was on the radio in canada for along time, in montreal and toronto
c's: now back in beverly hills, i'm sure he's haging with proc and the lads
Dexter Fong: Belated hi Poop
c's: no merl, i just got email from him yest. the title of facebook thing was "hour hour schedule" but instead was just a list of all the radio stations he worked at in canada
c's: merl, how did you know about his thrus show?
Elayne: Okay, I'm streaming it on iTunes, but it's just regular music now. We have a schedule for this Hour Hour stuff?
Principalpoop: who is still around? my sister was so fat, when she sat around the house, she sat around the house....
c's: when i first met him on facebook last weekend i asked him if he was the producer of hour hour and he said yes and that he was about to play them
llanwydd: what better program to broadcast for an hour than an hour?
Merlyn: google I think, cat
c's: not yet, el but i'll tell you as soon as he tells me
llanwydd: good subject to take up an hour's time
Dexter Fong: llan: It's a two hour show...Hour, Hour
Principalpoop: our hour
c's: i taped the last 6 episodes of that show and am still influenced by them.
MIDItween: lol P
llanwydd: aha
c's: on the news video post tom gedwillo put up on facebook today, the lads talk aobut releasing their hour hour, other shows on their website so i think there must be something happening hyere
llanwydd: I wonder why "hour" is spelled so funny
c's: what do you know, merl?
c's: i thought it was "our hour" but no
Dexter Fong: and when did you know it
ah,clem: it takes time to understand
llanwydd: it should be ower
Merlyn: I know notink!
Dexter Fong: It could be 60 minutes, 60 minutes
Principalpoop: that is somebody who says ow llan
wake: comes from Greek HUERos I think
llanwydd: well, then you would think you were going to hear mike wallace and andy rooney
c's: my father was a big fan of sgt. shultz. i think he went thru ww2 saying "i know nothing"
Dexter Fong: Huevos?
wake: HUEROS
wake: Fong is always thinking about food.
Dexter Fong: Hawkings
llanwydd: huevos is so much different from eier
Dexter Fong: I'd like to order a thre Huero huevo
Principalpoop: there will never be another ewe
c's: not always enough, wake
MIDItween: "Keep Talking" is one of Pink Floyd's better efforts
Dexter Fong: Ram that in your pipe
llanwydd: that would be a lot tougher than a three minute egg
MIDItween: Hawkings on vocals :)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
c's: did he say canadian?
Principalpoop: caw caw caw
llanwydd: jim hawkings from treasure island?
Dexter Fong: Tween: Hawkings on voicoder
llanwydd: oh, no that was stephen hawking
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please announce Lord and Lady GaGa
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Dexter Fong and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
wake: The time in Bangkok is 10 o'clock.
Donk: i saw that guy on the Simpson's once
c's: Buckley and Buckhead?
Dexter Fong: Lord Belt Buckley
c's: hows thailand, wake? still having coups?
llanwydd: It's 10PM. Do you know what time it is?
Donk: i miss Buckhead
Elayne has just read something disturbing, and would like to share.
Dexter Fong: I miss Beamer
c's: ok el
Principalpoop: when did time become Irish anyway?
Dexter Fong: Don't breing us down E
Donk: i'm bracing for it
Principalpoop: i am already disturbed, hit me E
ah,clem: I am already disturbed, but go for it E
Elayne: My friend Martha got me hooked on the website www.theawl.com, and I've just read something funny-weird-kinda funky.
wake: do tell el
Dexter Fong: It's cathcing
Donk: lol
Elayne: It involves what I'm sure is a neologism, "chooching." http://www.theawl.com/2009/12/why-didnt-you-tell-me-about-chooching?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+TheAwl+%28The+Awl%29&utm_content=Bloglines
MIDItween Listens to Hawking with The Floyd
Elayne: Sorry, that URL seems way too long. Hang on.
ah,clem: yes, it is Dex, all your fault.
Elayne: I bet this would work: http://www.theawl.com/2009/12/why-didnt-you-tell-me-about-chooching
llanwydd: pardon me, but I won't be clicking it on if it's disturbing
ah,clem: chooching?
ah,clem: can't look now, brodcasting
Donk: it worked for me El, the link i mean, not chooching
Elayne: Hey Jimmy, I don't make 'em up. I don't have that kind of imagination. I just pass 'em on.
llanwydd: I'll listen to bbc world news for that
Merlyn: charo?
ah,clem: lol
Donk: that would be cuchi chooching
Dexter Fong: Ever since reading that, I can't stop crying, ....does this mean.....
ah,clem: that was coochie coochie, Merl
Elayne: I haven't stopped laughing, Dex.
Elayne: Robin says he doesn't think your crying counts if it's tears of laughter.
ah,clem: we can see that
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Men are from Mars, women from ewho knows where
Elayne: Robin: "I suppose, on the bright side, you've already got the tissues handy..."
Donk: lol
ah,clem: lol, E
Dexter Fong: Handi wipes E
Dexter Fong: Quilted for extra strength
c's: austin says the relationship between bradshaw and nick is really his relationship with bergman
Elayne: A bromance, Cat?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I can believe that
ah,clem: you should always have tissues handy these days
c's: and other roles are their relationships. why am i telling you this? watch it for yourselves
c's: it's geting into the too much information territory for me already
Dexter Fong: Cat: Your insight is always welcome
llanwydd: nick danger reminds me of sam spade except for his voice
Elayne got a swine flu shot a few days ago. But no swine flu yet.
c's: so is a day above zero after many below
Merlyn: when pigs fly
Principalpoop: clips from 2001, a space odyssy, star trek and tron hehe
ah,clem: some of them are duds, E
Dexter Fong: Cat: I've long know their relationship to be a very tenuous one
c's: hey el, i had swine in one arm, regular few in other arm last sat. still alive
Donk: nick danger is every b movie / dime store novel detective of the 30's and early 40's
Dexter Fong: Heard a program radio show in which Austin just got up and left after some quarelling with Bergman
llanwydd: I didn't know swine flew
c's: i never heard that one, dex. but i can imagine it
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:12 PM, dragging Dave & Katie by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
ah,clem: if pigs could fly
Principalpoop: hi katie, and dave too
c's: bergman takes himself WAY too seriously.
Dave & Katie: good evening friends, there's no drunken drivers up here
Elayne: Cat, you're not supposed to get both shots at once, from what I understand. They should be spaced about a month apart. Now I've had both.
wake: somebody just made that up... "chooching" indeed
Elayne: Hello Dave!
llanwydd: Hey D&K
Dexter Fong: KPFK, fund raising show, Austin felt Bergman was trivializing the fund rasing
Merlyn: hey dave
Elayne: Wake, I'm inclined to agree.
c's: hey my 2nd favourite dog, and her pet human
ah,clem: good evening Dave, great to chat with you
Donk: artist can be tempromental
Elayne: But you know, there are more things in heaven & earth than are dreamt up in our philosophy, after all. Maybe chooching is one of them.
Elayne: WIth great, great apologies to Willie the Shake...
Donk: hey dave, and kate
wake: gotta go... BUYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEeeeeeeeee
Dexter Fong: Hi Dave, and a special science diet greeting to Katie
||||||||| At 10:13 PM, wake vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
c's: el, i figure the nruses knew what they were doing. it was free
Elayne: Bye Wake!
Donk: nite wake
Principalpoop: ciao wake
c's: this is socialism land, after all
Merlyn: bye wake, you expand the map
c's: by thai boy
Principalpoop: i just learned the guess who was from canada, cool
llanwydd: wake didn't let us say goodbye
c's: hows it going, dave & katie?
ah,clem: don't drop the feed if you leave, have something special cued up
llanwydd: there are many artists from canada that nobody knows are canadian
Principalpoop: stop playing billiards ah clem and run the radio
Elayne: Nor shall I, Llan. My cat is mewling, it's getting harder to concentrate.
ah,clem: o'tay
Elayne: I'm going to go "weep" somewhere now...
llanwydd: the greatest among them, in my opinion, is joni mitchell
Donk: bill shatner, joni mitchell, neil young....
Dexter Fong: Poop: you ain't heard nothing ye ye ye yet
Elayne: See you on the night before the night before Christmas, or someone like him.
c's: no that's doc tech who's always playing pool
Dave & Katie: heya gang! I'm home for break, finished finals yesterday, katie is doing well and gets some time off, my back has been troubling me, but that's ok I've got drugs for that, how's everybody this evening? I've always wondered what is supposed to even out at evening time
c's: i used to like her el, but got tired of her
Elayne: No I guess it'll be Christmas Eve, won't it?
Elayne: Okay, see you on Santa's Sled Night.
Principalpoop: ahh playing pool and long neck buds, my wasted youth
ah,clem: g/n E, and don't cry too much
Dexter Fong: Don't you mean "laugh" Elayne
ah,clem: or you will need salt
c's: hey dave, got great firesign news. there is going to be some of their old shows played online,
Elayne: Dex, I think I meant "die." We die every night, you know, but it's only le petit mort...
||||||||| At 10:16 PM, Elayne hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: ciao E
Dave & Katie: Joni's song to a seagull record from 68 is one of my favorites, would like to get it on vinyl if I can somewhere
Dexter Fong: Poop: Long necked buds? You shot pool with a bunch of models
ah,clem: what about the double decker bus song, Dave?
Dave & Katie: ah E, very good parting line, I must admit,
Donk: joni, is great, song writer and preformer, and reinvented herself as a jazz singer, amazing
Principalpoop: they were twins, bud and buddy girafffe
c's: you hear the van morrison interview i sent you, dave?
Dexter Fong: Poop: I thought it was buzz and Bunny
llanwydd: I get very funny mental images of the crumb-hungers
Dexter Fong: My mistake, that was the Crumbhungers
Principalpoop: i want to say hunsucker, that is not right
c's: donk, i dont agree about her singing. writer yes, but i've seen her totlaly suck twice as a singer, couldnt remeber her lyrics, etc
||||||||| It's 10:20 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MIDItween - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: yes crumbhungers
Dave & Katie: yes cat I did, thank you very much for that, liked it a lot.
Dexter Fong: I think Buzz was the tall, sharp Jewish couple
ah,clem: ginzu laser knife, lol
Dave & Katie: currently have Bill Evans on the shuffler, my library on my computer is 129700 songs or so in the main folder of music
c's: werent you going to send me some jeff beck, dave?
Donk: wow, never saw her preform live, but love her on vinyl :)
Dave & Katie: yeah I was Cat, but I thought you had gotten them by torrents
c's: you wont live to hear them all, dave, and your'e the youngest one here
llanwydd: I get funny mental images of the Heavenly Bus too
c's: anyone see the beatles in the studio, tv show last week?
Dexter Fong: But kaie cana hear the really high notes and you can store them in her locator chip
c's: wish i'd asked that when el was still here
Donk: at 99 cents a song, that cost you a bundle Dave
llanwydd: I saw it more than once, cat
llanwydd: approximately 2.4 times actually
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'SolidCoffee', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:22 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
c's: hey dave, i read a book recently you'd really like, called Kinship with All LIfe, by J. Allen Boone
Dexter Fong: DonK: He got a 10% dicsount
Donk: ahhh
c's: see if you can find a braile or audio version. it's about first dog movie star .
c's: will blow you away
SolidCoffee: Mmmmm discount Dracula
llanwydd: directv is really getting cheesy lately, though
llanwydd: Hey Cof
c's: i bought it from bambi's online bookstore
c's: but she may not have braile version
Principalpoop: hi hardjava
Dexter Fong: WB? Tween?
llanwydd: in fact today it looked like stop-motion photography on all channels for some reason
Donk: Direct TV is getting desparate too
Bambi: thanks Cat :-)
llanwydd: I felt like I was watching king kong
Dexter Fong: You real solid jackson dracula, real! solid
SolidCoffee: Catherwood, please pour Dexter some solid coffee
||||||||| Catherwood gives dexter some solid coffee.
SolidCoffee: Solidad, man
ah,clem: have the real thing boiling here on the flash...
SolidCoffee: lol
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please do SolidCoffee a solid
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
llanwydd: tweeny, this coffee...........
SolidCoffee: It's the Graverobber's Roadshow!!
llanwydd: yeah, good and strong
Dexter Fong: Well f u 2 Woody
SolidCoffee: Great parody of PBS
ah,clem: it will only take about 7 minutes, LL
llanwydd: they don't have graverobbers any more do they?
llanwydd: seems like it would be a labor intensive process
ah,clem: only up in the hills
SolidCoffee: lol
Merlyn: what about Robert Graves?
llanwydd: and who would rob a grave anyway? what would you get?
Bambi: the Christmas Firesign Theatre Nick Danger :-)
ah,clem: here ya go Tween
llanwydd: besides charlie chaplin
c's: do robbers graves gets robbed?
Dexter Fong: llan: Figure some old lady was buried with her diamond ring, the one her mother gave her
SolidCoffee: By bones are chilled
SolidCoffee: My
Principalpoop: what is her name fong?
Dexter Fong: Carrie nation, Poop
Principalpoop: that should be easy to find, cool
llanwydd: fassy nation
Dexter Fong: Poop: Just axe around
llanwydd: lol
SolidCoffee: Have you read Sutter Caine?
SolidCoffee: Fun horror movie from John Carpenter
Principalpoop: no, but I read the caine mutiny some years ago
llanwydd: I had a great grandmother who was similar to carrie nation
Dexter Fong: If your asking (axing) me, no
llanwydd: her mother as well
SolidCoffee: "In The Mouth Of Madness"
Dexter Fong: llan: Where's she burried
SolidCoffee: Then, why did we axe?
c's: john carpenter used to have a radio show right after the firesign's first show on krla in 67
llanwydd: they didn't go around with an axe but they were obnoxious temperance crusaders
Dexter Fong: It was all Hugh's fault
Principalpoop: in the ear of earriness
c's: may have been a different carpernter though
SolidCoffee steals his temper
Dexter Fong: Cat: Now that is really interesting, how cool
llanwydd: on saturday night's they used to sit around and get sober
SolidCoffee: Sober? What's that?
Dexter Fong: lol llan
SolidCoffee: Write it into the Constitution
Principalpoop: someone who sobs
Dexter Fong: and chooches?
SolidCoffee: yet another scam
SolidCoffee: You can't use the American Army like whores
Dexter Fong: scam is macs spelled backwards
SolidCoffee: be sober?
Dexter Fong: be considerate
Principalpoop: be shure
SolidCoffee: always try to consider it
Dexter Fong: make crosses at old ladies on street corners...or young ones too
SolidCoffee: thranks, clem & bambi
Principalpoop: makes passes at old ladies on street corners, and young ones too
Dexter Fong: and wrelcome too
Principalpoop: that was fast
Principalpoop: yes thank you ah, clem and bambi
SolidCoffee: And don't forget who does this for you :)
Principalpoop: have a super christmas eve and christmas in any event
Principalpoop: toad away
ah,clem: good night all
Dexter Fong: Night clem and Bambi and seasons greeting and thanks
||||||||| ah,clem rushes off, saying "10:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Donk: nite jimmy
c's: by clem and bambi
Principalpoop: ah, clem has no time left for us, on his way to better things, found himself some wings
Dexter Fong: I'll not be here next week and prolly the weel thereafter it being New YEARS Eve
Principalpoop: you need not wonder why
c's: al the best to your fests, dex
Bambi: thanks Clem!! :-)
Principalpoop: happy holidays all
Bambi: Happy Holidays .. .have a great week everyone!
c's: you too poop
Dexter Fong: Cat: Thanks and the best to you and Fumiyo and that big dog etc
Bambi: Dave I posted the tech answer you needed
Principalpoop: none for me, bah humbug
Dexter Fong: lolPoop and special greeting etc to you
Bambi: hey princep, missed ya when you came in
Principalpoop: the same to you fong
c's: yes, any room he comes into is suddenly a lot smaller
Principalpoop: hi bambi, it was busy
Donk: well next thursday is christmas eve, the following is new years eve, so see you all next year!
Principalpoop: 2010 OMG
llanwydd: Nite Donk
Dexter Fong: well, I gotta park, it's cold as Steven Hawkings voice and getting late so.........
Donk: seems like y2k was yesterday
Merlyn: that was the not very good sequel to 2001
Bambi: you too Don and everyone!
Principalpoop: hail rita
Dexter Fong: Night Donk, see you then
Principalpoop: exactly M
c's: avoid those meter maids, dex
llanwydd: parking is such sweet sorrow
Dexter Fong: You bet
Dexter Fong: Specialy when its cold
c's: porking, on the ohter hand,
llanwydd: it's no warmer up here dex
Principalpoop: find edgar winter and take a free ride fong
Dexter Fong: porking and crying....ah those were the days
llanwydd: one of these mornings my car won't start at all
c's: 49, 49
llanwydd: I'm too lazy to bring my battery in the house
Dexter Fong: llan: I know, prolly a significant bit higher
Dexter Fong: I mean lower
Dexter Fong: bye bye Dear Friend
Dexter Fong: s
Principalpoop: you were right the first time, stoner
llanwydd: that reminds me, princ. where's hemlock tonight?
c's: keep on parking, dex
c's: probly in england, poop
Principalpoop: no idea, he gave me a link to a site with lots of old radio program mp3s this week
Principalpoop: ahh jessica by the allman brothers
Principalpoop: good parking music fong
c's: good song
llanwydd: fillmore east is all the allmans you need
Principalpoop: spirit lifter
Principalpoop: yes llan
c's: where did dave and dog go?
Merlyn: you have that link, pp?
llanwydd: they turned grey
Principalpoop: let me pull it from the book marks, an ftp site, just root around, cool stuff
c's: merl, when i mentioned jive to you, you mentioned hs thursday show. does he normally play firesign on thrusday? i asked him with no answer
Principalpoop: http://tennesseebillsotr.com/otr/
llanwydd: well, I'm taking off. see you christmas eve
c's: ok llan
Principalpoop: I hope santa is good to you llan
||||||||| It's 10:50 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SolidCoffee - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bambi - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Donk - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
c's: have a great week
Principalpoop: wow, get a pneumonia shot
Merlyn: quite the finisher, pneumonia
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:51 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Washington."
Principalpoop: hi bunny
Bunnyboy: Finally back. On the "mainframe".
c's: bun is back?
Merlyn: you missed the massacre
c's: you were on earlier on your phone?
Principalpoop: ibm pc with a 56k modem?
Bunnyboy: Who got shot?
c's: bun, you heard news about new firesign old shows on radoijive.com, right?
Principalpoop: JR, I don't know who did it
Merlyn: 4 people lost Beat the Reaper to ammonia
c's: the flu, bun
Bunnyboy: Yeah, next to a guy who reeked of smoke, and was nodding and sucking his teeth. Ick.
Bunnyboy: cat: No. Do tell!
c's: or at least that's what earl jive told me. willl believe it when i actuallyu hear them.
Principalpoop: i was where???
Bunnyboy: It just won't wash, Merlyn.
Bunnyboy: is that radoijive, or radiojive?
c's: jive was their producer. you can hear their interplay with him on the tapes ah clem has played that i taped at the end of that show's run
c's: radiojive.com
Principalpoop: earl jive is his real name?
c's: he was very much a creatrive elemnet in the hour hour shows
c's: dont know, poop.
c's: maybe poop isnt yours
Principalpoop: you got me there cat
Bunnyboy: "Richard Bauls". Cute.
Principalpoop: the big boys can find my real name from my IP easy enough anyway, it is Lewis Vance Jorgenson, so there hehe
Bunnyboy: Pretty clean stream.
Bunnyboy: Merlyn: Ya gonna be on Whidbey?
Principalpoop: beatles
Principalpoop: not the beatles
||||||||| It's 11:00 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dave & Katie - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| llanwydd - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: yikes, pneumonia fever
Principalpoop: epidemic
Bunnyboy: Billy Idol.
Bunnyboy: Sweet Sixteen.
Bunnyboy: Shades of netsplit.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Bunnyboy: Well, who's got the cards?
c's: you havent been 16 for awhile, bunny
c's: yes the old days of interchat
Principalpoop: i am 16, several times over
c's: irc?
Bunnyboy: Just passed triple 16, this year.
Merlyn: whoa, I never split off the 2008 and 2009 logs
Merlyn: bye all, I'll go fix it
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:01 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
c's: by merl
Principalpoop: later M, thanks, oops
c's: wll see him and you in a few weeks, bun
Principalpoop: lucky guys
c's: by poop
||||||||| At 11:02 PM, c's vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: I am not going yet, unless you are
Principalpoop: and he did
Principalpoop: poor bunny, got the mainframe up and everyone vanishes
Principalpoop: see you next week, and happy holidays
||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:03 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bunnyboy: The first and the last. Nitey, Catherpudding!
Bunnyboy: Or should I say...Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Bunnyboy and yells "oh, fuck off Bunnyboy!"
Bunnyboy: And I did.
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:16 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Bunnyboy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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:
Dave & Katie
Dexter Fong
Tor Hershman
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Rest In Peace, Dear Friend

And, "The Home Team"