A Firesign Chat
02/28/2013




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Special appearance by
Phil Austin
Phil Austin as 'P.austin'
Phil Austin as 'Regnad'

||||||||| 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 February 28, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 1:09 PM, dragging RedPillTweeny by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
||||||||| It's 1:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 7:45 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| DJTween steals in around 7:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 7:54 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Weston, any chance you live in Florida?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Ah, I see Seattle
||||||||| EWeston, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
||||||||| EWeston enters at 8:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says EWeston, and leaves.
||||||||| EWeston walks in and says "It's 8:24 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:42 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Lonesome Beantick coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| "8:42 PM? 8:42 PM!!" says Catherwood, "JPT should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as JPT enters and sits on the couch.
DJTween: Hi JPT
||||||||| At 8:43 PM, JPT vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Lonesome Beantick: I've just arrived back from the office of the small animal administration
DJTween: Are your funds getting cut tomorrow?
DJTween: Poor little animals...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:45 PM and ChillyWilly steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Lonesome Beantick: well sure ...Mr president! Where can I get a job???
ChillyWilly: Grapes kinda shrivelled
DJTween: Th Gazacthhorn Administration promises full employment for every organism
ChillyWilly: Pretty sure jobs are always plentiful at the Department of Redundancy Department
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Dexter Fong', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:49 PM and UberDubber bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: Evening Dear Friends
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - songs from the Gratefule Dead’s “Terrapin Station” Side One - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "stan the man should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as stan the man enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - songs from the Grateful Dead’s “Terrapin Station” Side One - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:51 PM, dragging Merlyn by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Lonesome Beantick: The future's comin', and there's no place to hide!
Dexter Fong: Hey merlyn
DJTween: Hey Mel, Dex
||||||||| UberDubber departs at 8:51 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
DJTween: *Merl
Dexter Fong: Hi tweeny
||||||||| UberDubber sashays in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: heya
||||||||| Matt sneaks in around 8:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
UberDubber: BTW, it took me about 15 years to get the "Greece/grease" pun in Nick Danger!
Lonesome Beantick: Geez, I'm standing here like an idiot, talking to myself. Might as well get on this line like an idiot, talking to myself.
Matt: Coocooka choo!
Dexter Fong: Those kinda things happen with FST
UberDubber: One of the BEST things about Firesign - always more to discover.
DJTween: trrue
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:53 PM and TinyDr.Hank waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Matt: Incredibly dense material.
Lonesome Beantick: Sure, understanding today's complex world of the future is a little like having bees live in your head. But, there they are.
DJTween needs to return the rented typing fingers
UberDubber: Makes ME feel incredible dense, sometimes!
||||||||| Around 8:54 PM, Matt walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| rsnyder6 bounds in at 8:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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 Celebrazzi gets out at 8:54 PM.
DJTween: Yeah LB lol
Dexter Fong: Ciao Celebrazzi
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cat into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Hey cat
Lonesome Beantick: Before the beginning, there was this turtle. And the turtle was alone. And he looked around, and he saw his neighbor, which was his mother. And he lay down on top of his neighbor, and behold! she bore him in tears an oak tree, which grew all day and then fell over -- like a bridge. And lo! underneath the bridge there came a catfish. And he was very big. And he was walking. And he was the biggest he had seen. And so were the fiery balls of this fish, one of which is the sun, and the other, they called the moon.
DJTween: Hey cease
||||||||| 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 aliendogstar falls out at 8:55 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Yessyrah', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
cat: hey, doodes!
Celebrazzi: Howdy
UberDubber: Salubrations
||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM uptown bus from Medford pulls away, leaving FreemanZ coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:56 PM and late as usual, it's liwerks, just back from Elmertown."
aliendogstar: hi
Celebrazzi: miaooo!
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Bambi coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Hi
DJTween: Hey Bambi
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mamajean', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: need to work on that 16k feed
aliendogstar: hi Bambi
Bambi: hey Dex, Tween
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Chromium Switch', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Bambi: hi aliendogstar
Yessyrah: And they all scream, “Talent". Alas it is to late, the bus from Medford travels north.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:58 PM, dragging Da_Bear by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
aliendogstar: lol
||||||||| 8:58 PM: cs jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Bambi: hey Chromium Switch, and Da Bear, mamajean
||||||||| Cohalen bounds in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
aliendogstar: lol
Chromium Switch: *canned laughter*
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Lefty O'toole', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
stan the man: Hey, where's my obsidian door knocker
aliendogstar: ye
DJTween: Lone Star beer?
mamajean: lol
Cohalen: (we've already Got one~!
aliendogstar: canned laughter
Bambi: looks like some fading folks I know too
cs: wow, the room is crowded already
Bambi: hey stan da man
Lefty O'toole: wise guy eh
Merlyn: so crowded you couldn't even use your whole name, cat
||||||||| 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 cosmicpeon falls out at 8:59 PM.
Lonesome Beantick: Evolution Explained by Bozos ::http://youtu.be/l1a12go43_0
cs: lol merl
Bambi: hey cat, Merl
Dexter Fong: Hi Bambi?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 28, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
cs: bambi, are you mrs ah clem?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Malcolm X John Lennon', just granted probation at 9:00 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cat: yo, bambay!
aliendogstar: I think I'm starting to peak now Al
||||||||| philander enters at 9:00 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Come on and dig your mother...
Bambi -)
Yessyrah: George Tirebiter here
Lefty O'toole: put that down
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Walla close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
Malcolm X John Lennon: She's groovy.
Bambi :-)
||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says Da_Bear, and leaves.
Bambi: there that's more like it
||||||||| Dexter Fong sneaks away to Public Address System...
cs: i'm not the only feline here I see
aliendogstar: chat it up ya'll
UberDubber: Okay, anybody else in here ever get together with a bunch of yer hippest friends, hoping to bebop and scat around like the Firesigners, and just plain ol' NOT be able to? So, erm, grounding, let's say.
aliendogstar: you know
Bambi: hello George Tirebiter
aliendogstar: this is how team Mobius do
||||||||| 9:01 PM -- Dexter Fong enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says Merlyn, and leaves.
Malcolm X John Lennon: Totez McGrotez, UbberDubbski.
||||||||| Merlyn walks in and says "It's 9:01 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Bambi: wb Dex
||||||||| 9:01 PM -- Da_Bear enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Malcolm X John Lennon: some of these lurkers are shirkers, lazy hipster poser wannabe dreamers bums hobos well it just shows to go ya.
Dexter Fong: Thanks Bambi
Merlyn: wait, I was following you, dex
Dexter Fong: Too late Merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Guy DeMaupassant Herbinowitz inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Yessyrah: Great soundtrack ya got here
aliendogstar: nice
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hemlock Stonz into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
Lefty O'toole: don't crush the dwarf, hand me the pliers
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Lyle Lovett''s "Long Tall Texan" - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Malcolm X John Lennon: Howdy Hemlock!
aliendogstar: hello to all friends i've yet to meet
aliendogstar: I think I'm starting to peak now Al
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's ge||ge, just back from Mesquite."
cs: that can be said of everyone, alien
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'mrannouncer', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Da_Bear: nice rip
Bambi: Hemlock Stonz is that you? lol
||||||||| 9:03 PM: Merciful Lee Dickens jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Walla: Let me appreciate you all in advance.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:03 PM, dragging uhhClem by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
Merlyn: I just ate at a UK Burger King, so I'm a little horse
Yessyrah: I've gone, only my smile is left
Malcolm X John Lennon: I can vouch, Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Malcolm X John Lennon and says "Stop typing gibberish, Malcolm X John Lennon!"
Yessyrah: Pony meat?
Lefty O'toole: Am I the only 1 doing bong rips?
aliendogstar: yes i can really milk that Mobius
cs: just call you Mr. Merl
||||||||| ndtrit bounds in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 9:04 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
mamajean: ummm... no
aliendogstar: mu friend al likes to make his Mobius stack up the whole can
||||||||| the Nail steps in at 9:04 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| ChillyWilly leaves at 9:04 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..."
UberDubber: Been too sober for too long...
Da_Bear: Fire in Da Bowl
||||||||| philander sneaks away to The Auditorium...
Bambi: Catherwood, please pour everyone their favorite drink and salsa and chips ... extra hot for me
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone their favorite drink and salsa and chips extra hot for me.
cs: it can be said of the 40+ year career of the Firesign Theatre that it's been all one long bong hit
TinyDr.Hank: beaners,bozos and boogies,watch your shoes in case of seqesterization or pastuerization which ever is redundant redundant
the Nail: is this the other side?
Malcolm X John Lennon: they totally bogarted the party bowl too!
Merlyn: Long Bong Silver
Principalpoop: i see Bambi and I've seen France
Malcolm X John Lennon: i've seen principal poop's underpants.
Bambi: hey princep :)
Merlyn: 这没关系,我说中国
Hemlock Stonz: I say there, Hemlock Stonz here, w/ a nosecandy derivative that keeps them Punching until thry're Drunk w/ Power!
cs: hi poop
the Nail: Smells like a dead cat in here.....
||||||||| At 9:06 PM, Cohalen vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: how are you? how is everybody?
Chromium Switch: *canned laughter*
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'atomic elroy', just granted probation at 9:06 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: That sounds like Gorgonzola the Well known Cheese monster
Rufus_T_Firetween: Firesign Podcasting - http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
Hemlock Stonz: Oh, th8at's her Pussy, her little Pussy!
||||||||| philander has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:06 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'NickyNickNickNick', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Merlyn: everybody? That will take a while, PP
cs: You don't know if the cat is alive or dead, Mr. Heisenberg
||||||||| New notice: 'currently playing - Live From The Basilica (1970) - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
TinyDr.Hank: I am good,got any pickles?
Principalpoop: say what Heinz?
the Nail: mr Heisenberg doesn't WANT to know.
Bambi: was gonna ask Hemlock Stonz how things were on the other side of the pond, but he's on this side of the pond. Must be wrong spelling for our Stones from across the pond
||||||||| philander sneaks away to The Auditorium...
cs: he just wants to make meth
Malcolm X John Lennon: Chromium Switch!!! But I thought it was magic!
Principalpoop: yes, stolen pseudonyms
TinyDr.Hank: a cat in every bar of dead cat soap
UberDubber: Methinks
Hemlock Stonz: From the smell, I'd wafger it's an Unclean Pussy kiitty Carlye!
Principalpoop: Whats my line? ahh the last of this cocoa
cs: yes people here may not be the same as people we have known here with the same nicks
the Nail: Everyone: Exactly
Chromium Switch: Nope, just me
||||||||| Catherwood ushers regnad kcin in through the front door at 9:08 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Walla: I yearn for structure.
Malcolm X John Lennon: Dear Friends: Has any organ ever stood up for you like your dick?
Bambi: how are things in your neck of the woods Cat and Merl?
Lonesome Beantick: I had to think for a minute what cruel game was he playing…
cs: we live in different necks, bambi
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:09 PM and Citronut sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: Whaaaat?
Merlyn: my cat's neck is fine, bambi
the Nail: In the early days it was the Steam Driven internet.
TinyDr.Hank: Organ Leroy is at his organ,again
atomic elroy: has anyone seen my neutron?
Hemlock Stonz: All you Yanks think about is MONEY MONEY MONEY!! Hemock Stonz
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:09 PM, dragging Arnie by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Principalpoop: things be good in my hood, wossup with youse?
Bambi: whatLOL Merl
Merlyn: I wonder what money I can haz
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| liwerks - dead from measles
||||||||| Celebrazzi - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: balding, yes. shy, no
Malcolm X John Lennon: Well, my lovely wife has a balcony you could do shakespeare on, so I'm gonna go see if she'll give me a sleeve job.
regnad kcin: ?aera elttaeS eht ni swohs fo drow ynA
Lonesome Beantick: I headed down the hall in the opposite direction toward the fire escape I hadn’t a moment to Lose
||||||||| Malcolm X John Lennon is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:10 PM.
Chromium Switch: R.I.P. Celebrazzi. We hardly believed you were alive.
Hemlock Stonz: Don't we do it in the road @ RalphSpoilsprt MOtors, The Worldds LARGEST
Merlyn: no word I heard of shows yet, Regnad
the Nail: I am Changing with the times!
TinyDr.Hank: beat the reaper
atomic elroy: i'm uncertain that is the principle...
Principalpoop: Where or what is the basiclica, i asked rhetorically
the Nail: gotta go. this is as real as it gets. Ciao. Or something.
Lonesome Beantick: Four hours later I parked my car in the carriage house and walked up the gray gravel driveway Between a line of dwarf maples toward the pillared entrance of the Same Mansion. It had Been snowing in Santa Barbara ever seen the top of the page and I had to shake the Cornstarch of my mukluks as I lifted the large heavy obsidian door knocker “hey in there Open up! Your door knocker fell off!”
||||||||| the Nail says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, the Nail exits at 9:12 PM.
||||||||| 9:12 PM: red jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| philander walks in and says "It's 9:12 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Dexter Fong: For those of you new to this chat: If you don't type from time to time, your name will begin to gray out and you will be reaped
Principalpoop: go get nailed nail
Merlyn: dexter, that's wrong
atomic elroy: as if...
Merlyn: you won't be reaped as long as you have the window open
Bambi: yes... there are many fading fast Dex ;-)
Yessyrah: But I thought that this was the old same place.....
Principalpoop: true but wrong yes
philander: I have to go help portia make the beds...
Bambi: cool, you changed that eh, Merl?
Hemlock Stonz: Toad Away Toad Away, toad away away, Whre Do you go when you'rre toad away....??
||||||||| 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 Nick disembarks at 9:13 PM.
Dexter Fong: WHich window would that be Merlyn
Principalpoop: oh nicky nick nick
Merlyn: This show was at WBAI-FM New York, live from the WBAI church
Lonesome Beantick: You see! I told you, we used to have another one but it vanished mysteriously.
Merlyn: No Bambi, it has ALWAYS worked that way
DJTween: kewl, Merlyn
Merlyn: all it really cares is how often the screen is refreshed
cs: yes, the station Ossman first worked at before moving to LA
||||||||| philander, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Bambi: ah, ok
UberDubber: I've done sound before - those guys fooling arouind at the mikes like they're not working would be some real adrenaline for the sound guy!
Yessyrah: Oh, Nicky, Nick, Nick.
Lonesome Beantick: Alright come in Out of the cornstarch and dry your mukluks by the fire
atomic elroy: I'm spliting...
Bambi: so when folks faded into oblivion, they have actually closed their browser for that to happen
Principalpoop: amoebaman
Bambi: or lost connection some way or other
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'Sir_Sidney_Fudd', just granted probation at 9:15 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hope some of you long-time Fireheads can continue to let us in on the background :-)
||||||||| atomic elroy is kicked out just as the clock strikes 9:15 PM.
UberDubber: What state is Oblivion located?
Hemlock Stonz: Ah, you guys are nothing but a Deck of Cards (smoke me Chew me eat Me!!
Principalpoop: yes, we always complained that llan left but never tapped exit
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies HemlockStones in through the front door at 9:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bambi: good question UberDubber
Lonesome Beantick: I don’t care about your private life and what his name is I came here to see Nancy…
||||||||| 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 Noweigh gets out at 9:16 PM.
Principalpoop: he did not leave until he closed his browser
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and beberebozo waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bambi: now there's a more familiar spelling for HemlockStones...are you our Hemlock Stones from across the pond?
UberDubber: California? Just north od Las Britches?
Principalpoop: tricky dicks buddy, have not heard of him in years, hows tricks?
Yessyrah: Love, love, love....
cs: Oslo?
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Harry Cox', just granted probation at 9:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Bambi: He's from Boulder Colo
Bambi: ah, ok
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'BEEDUB', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Worker', just granted probation at 9:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| At 9:17 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, beberebozo!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Bambi: need to keep Nino open LOL
Lonesome Beantick: I felt a thin shiver run up my spine as I sat down on the cold marble floor. what was it about This place?
Principalpoop: we had 5 forms of ah,clem ahhh clem the other week
||||||||| HemlockStones rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's HemlockStones?! It's 9:18 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| HemlockStones steps in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood leads nicholi into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:18 PM, then departs.
Hemlock Stonz: Hey, That's my DOORKNOCKER!
cs: keep rolling, stones
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:18 PM and Beet bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Ted Logdon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
UberDubber: I already have one
Rufus_T_Firetween shouts Podcasts.... get yer Podcasts... - http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
Lonesome Beantick: We’re in the chapel now its soundproof so no one can hear us
Bambi: I think he was a Pisces probably working for scale
Dexter Fong: what?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please give everyone free FST Podcasts
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone free fst podcasts.
cs: Even the pope can't here us.
Principalpoop: Huh?
Harry Cox: Here, let's slip through this sacred panel....
Lonesome Beantick: Putting on the dog eh? Well I say where are all the doggies?
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: That's like Zathrus in the Babylon 5 card game ... there's a bunch of different ones Z'athrus, Zath'rus, etc. and they all have different properties.
Ted Logdon: What?
Principalpoop: these are the kennels
Yessyrah: Here take my hand
Dexter Fong: Domina Domine, there are fewer catholics than there used to be
||||||||| HemlockStones walks away to The Aviary.
Hemlock Stonz: Well, it must be Dry by now, pull it ouuta the cellephane & we'll half it w/ the sound effects man!
||||||||| JaxMandrake steals in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
nicholi: am i sitting here in the waiting room...or sitting in the waiting room...
cs: no dry provinces for me.
JaxMandrake: good evening dear friends
Worker: Are those my cues?
Principalpoop: hello seekers
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: "My dog is on the roof. My dog is on the roof. Who let the dogs out?, woof woof" - The Real Mitt Romney
Dexter Fong: Hiya Jaxon
Harry Cox: Is Canada Dry?
Yessyrah: Or waiting in the sitting room
Bambi: I'm looking for my script why don’t you go on without me
cs: no deer here but we do have bambi
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Sidney
nicholi: right!
Principalpoop: Who is Ritt Momney?
Lonesome Beantick: Well she’s no fun she fell right over,
JaxMandrake: tonight on the show we'll have the Crawford brothers: Broderick and Joan
Bambi: yes, so true Cat :-)
cs: it was briefly before we discovered how much money we could make selling booze to the yanks.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:21 PM and ricky949 waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Yessyrah: I'm so confused
Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh cease
Hemlock Stonz: It's a Power that can Only be used for Good or Evil
Worker: So! Who here has Duke of Madness?
Principalpoop: J'e t'aime
||||||||| Catherwood escorts bo jaillie into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Bambi: Guziuntheight
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Dankeshoen
cs: http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
nicholi: bought it soon as i found out about it :3 sometime last year
Worker: Frigate!
JaxMandrake: I not only have DoMM I listen to parts of it every night
Principalpoop: banane chapeau
nicholi: i've yet to get through that whole dvd :p
Principalpoop: click the click at top to hear more now
cs: My radio play about the last minutes of Neal Cassady's life, is also about the birth of the whiskey industry in my otherwise suitably obscure home town, Yorkton, Saskatchewan.
Worker: Indeed- I fall asleep to it some nights.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Heater Hellmouth into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:23 PM, then departs.
||||||||| bo jaillie departs at 9:23 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: Yesterdsay someone said "Je t'adore", and I said I didn't know it was open :-)
||||||||| Outside, the 9:23 PM crosstown bus from Boulder pulls away, leaving HemlockStones coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bambi: My favorite FST albums are any of them that have Nick Danger on them
Hemlock Stonz: Frigin' Matilda, won't you come Frig in my Friggin' Machine?
DJTween: Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your mouse over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
cs: With Phil Austin as Neal Cassady and Phil Proctor and his wife Melinda as The Russian Revolution
Principalpoop: the french love the english word cellar door
Bambi: but I love them all really
HemlockStones: I sat on my pipe!
JaxMandrake: I'm not mean to Bambi... she likes it that way
Harry Cox: And Dave Ossman as Porgy......
cs: I think your Matilda will just have to frig herself.
Bambi: but of course...
cs: No Ossman wasn
Harry Cox: The Howl of the Wolf Movie......
||||||||| Otherside sneaks in around 9:24 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| red - dead from jaundice
||||||||| TinyDr.Hank - dead from measles
||||||||| rsnyder6 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| aliendogstar - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mamajean - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Chromium Switch - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Da_Bear - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Lefty O'toole - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| cosmicpeon - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Walla - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Guy DeMaupassant Herbinowitz - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| mrannouncer - dead from measles
||||||||| NickyNickNickNick - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
UberDubber: Off to polish my nose - gnight bozos
cs: in Neal Amid. He did have some great parts in my next play Red Shift. His son Orson as well
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Broadgar close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:25 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| UberDubber runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's UberDubber?! It's 9:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Hemlock Stonz: Like FUCKin' Where Else on the page?? It's all occupied w/ No hyperlinks!
cs: is this like the netquakes we used to have in the early days of this chat?
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says nicholi, and leaves.
Ted Logdon: My, my,.. look at the time. I'm going to be late for my bridge club.
Yessyrah: Look at it dear friends, that streaming heap of grodclusters.
||||||||| At 9:25 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Ted Logdon!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cs: Isn't that bridge built yet?
Harry Cox: Gee, mom, isn't that bridge built yet?
Principalpoop: Haven't they finished that bridge yet?
JaxMandrake: would you like some groat sauce on your groat cakes?
Bambi: well pick up that entrenching tool already
Harry Cox: Not until "free hands on both sides of the big ditch...."
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: no, but they finished the flyover in Bangalore!
Heater Hellmouth: No, and it won't be until free hands on both sides of the big tits can press the same button at the same time.
Bambi: great to see you all but time for me to be toad away! Have a great night. Nytol!
Principalpoop: hehe he said big tits hehe
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: the audio feed is really unreliable :-(
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Napalm Olive', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:27 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: love to you and all bambi
Bambi: been a long day
Worker: It's back to the shadows again for me. G'night from Olde Newe Yourke!
JaxMandrake: do you like horses? yes I do... smothered in butter!
||||||||| "Hey Bambi!" ... Bambi turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:28 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Worker rushes off, saying "9:28 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
HemlockStones: Is this conversion predetermined or is it indeterminate or is it something else, Flotsam Old Man?
Harry Cox: Close worker, close mode. Cheers!
cs: was that Our bambi?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Guy DeMaupassant Herbinowitz in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: sure it was
HemlockStones: Love you, Bambi. Sorry about your Mom.
cs: Hey Napalmolive, got any oil?
Principalpoop: and that looks like our stones, are you you?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:29 PM bus from Oregon pulls away, leaving Deputy Dan coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Lonesome Beantick: Firesign Theatre,---“A power so great, it can only be used for Good or Evil!”
Napalm Olive: I'm looking for the same place?
Harry Cox: Oil's well that ends well....
||||||||| nicholi climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:29 PM
Yessyrah: Can't get there from here.
HemlockStones: Dear Guy DeMaupassant: always enjoyed your dirty French short stories
JaxMandrake: brought to you tonight by Shoplifter's Markets
Napalm Olive: Hercule here?
Principalpoop: he had bones in his pocket
Napalm Olive: or is that Roy?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'UhJoanie', just granted probation at 9:30 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
Deputy Dan: Greetings, Fireheads!
JaxMandrake: To anybody interested, I posted two fresh mixes of Firesign classic material on the youtubes
Lonesome Beantick: Gentlemen, I have something awesome to reveal to you...Two flying saucers just landed on my plate.
||||||||| Napalm Olive leaves to catch the 9:31 PM train to Florida.
||||||||| 9:31 PM: Pfalvi jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
cs: good work, jax
||||||||| 9:32 PM: Not Responsible jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
JaxMandrake: one is the Wall of Science from Rosemary Clooney's I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus
Principalpoop: georges mom?
JaxMandrake: the other is a variably-amusing rendition of Thanksgiving, or Pass the Indian Please
Not Responsible: Is there and echo in here?
Harry Cox: Just step aboard that ol' YELLOW rubber line....
Principalpoop: Don't yell, I cannot hear you
JaxMandrake: all done by the voices inside my own head
DJTween: Who you callin' mello yellow??
Not Responsible: Oh blinding light...
Not Responsible: Oh light than blinds....
Principalpoop: waiting for quinn the eskimo
Not Responsible: I cannot see..
Not Responsible: Look out for me!
Harry Cox: Everybody gonna jump for joy....
DJTween: I can not holy see, give up one meeeee
Lonesome Beantick: Please keep your hands to yourself...Thank You!
JaxMandrake: he say he can shout. don't hear you.
Principalpoop: sleep with your hands above the blanket
Principalpoop: passport coffee
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'ELMouse', just granted probation at 9:35 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
JaxMandrake: shadow valley condoms. if you lived here you'd be home by now
cs: hey, it's austin's car.
||||||||| 9:35 PM: George LeRoy Tirebitter jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dexter Fong: It's here for service
cs: lastr week, we got phil. this week we get his car.
JaxMandrake: normal el mouse or el nazi mouse?
Principalpoop: talk to my lawyer, Art Holeflapper Jr.
Dexter Fong: Good question Jax
Dexter Fong: Check it's papers
JaxMandrake: so what's good on tv tonight? j'accuse? the circumcision game?
DJTween: Yeah, was cool that Phil Austin stopped in last week
DJTween: Let's hope he makes it a habit
Lonesome Beantick: "Hiya, friends! Ralph Spoilsport, Ralph Spoilsport Motors - the world's largest new used and used new automobile dealership - Ralph Spoilsport motors - right here in the city of EMPHYSEMA! Let's just look at the extras on this fabulous car! Wire-wheel spoke fenders and two-way sneeze through wind vents, star-studded mud guard, sponge-coated edible steering column, chrome fender dents - and factory air conditioned air from our fully factory-equipped air conditioned factory! It's a beautiful car friends, with doors to match! Birch's Blacklist says this automobile was stolen, but for you friends a complete price: only two-ninety-five hundred dollars in easy monthly payments of twenty dollars a week , twice a week and never on Sunday!"
JaxMandrake: let's hope he doesn't make it a hobbit
Deputy Dan: I've been doing an hour long Firesign show on Portland OR's KBOO for just over a year now.
cs: he might have heard about the crowd that show'd up from the week before, and ever after
Principalpoop: but deputy dan has no friends
Not Responsible: It's Yank Armhole!
Deputy Dan: Monday, I played 'One Slave Whip...'
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:38 PM, dragging Uh clem by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
JaxMandrake: I have all three 'episodes' of them Talking Over Each Other on my mp3 player
cs: i think i met you in Kirkland, Dan
Deputy Dan: This is true. Good thing I do late night radio. No one misses me.
cs: lol, dan
DJTween: What's Phil's page for his writings, cease?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:39 PM uptown bus from Laguna Hills pulls away, leaving WrabbitWriter coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
JaxMandrake: "I'm not saying they do it, I'm just saying you've seen it."
cs: the blog of the unknown. its linked on the firesign page, somewhere.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Arnie - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ndtrit - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| uhhClem - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Hemlock Stonz - dead from the yaws
||||||||| cat - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Nick - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| BEEDUB - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ricky949 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| HemlockStones - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Otherside - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Broadgar: Wow what a lovely group of GEKeS we are!
Not Responsible: Just got "J-Men Forever"on DVD!
Principalpoop: he still has the beaver teeth thing there
Principalpoop: i get lost
Deputy Dan: oh, uh. Sounds like someone failed the bonus round of Beat the Reaper
Beet: Is it not amazing that we are all listening collectively and simultaneously to FST genius. Just sayin'.
JaxMandrake: I still wish I could get the rest of the firesign TV shows on DVD
Principalpoop: it is amazing, folks from around the country talking together at once, amazing
cs: http://austin.weblogger.com/
Rufus_T_Firetween: Phil Austin at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Austin
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies pNose II in through the front door at 9:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Thanks cease
Not Responsible: amen..I would like to get "Case of the missing yoke"
Deputy Dan: Isn't there a huge DVD thing in the works, with lots of viideo stuff like that, or did I hallucinate it?
Principalpoop: that is eggcelent
JaxMandrake: I have missing yolk, martian space party and everything you know is wrong on VHS
Not Responsible: and "Martian Space Party"
cs: beet, thats the whole idea of radio. i mean, how can you be in....
JaxMandrake: you don't understand how radio works!!!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Deputy Dan, do have Duke Of Madness Motors yet?
Not Responsible: I hve
Lonesome Beantick: The Whisperin' Squash[singing]:Back from the Shadows again !
Deputy Dan: Rufus: Yes indeedy, I do.
Principalpoop: soon we will all have our cams on watching a collage of fireheads
Rufus_T_Firetween: Duke Of Madness collection - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm
Deputy Dan: It's what we're editing the KBOO shows from.
Principalpoop: like a woodstock reunion photoshoot
Not Responsible: I found "Hot Shorts" on Beta...had to buy a refurbished player to see it.
JaxMandrake: DoMM was literally the last thing I bought with my credit card
DJTween: All the shows from the Dear Friends radio show era
Deputy Dan: Hot Shorts was fun.
||||||||| fall guy enters at 9:43 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
JaxMandrake: I want everybody on the ceiling for reverse isometrics!
Principalpoop: it melted during that purchase?
Beet: . . . with the added coolness of comparing notes while the radio works.
||||||||| 9:43 PM: Danzilla jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
JaxMandrake: pretty much, principalpoop
JaxMandrake: best description of the Firesign Theatre came from Robin Williams
cs: this must be one of their first mutt and smutt shows
cs: they sure loved inventing funny products
Not Responsible: Time for FT to release their video collection...I'd buy it now! $$$
JaxMandrake: "It's the audible equivalent of a Heironymus Bosch painting, and you're always looking for the little guy in the back with three legs coming out of the ass of a chicken."
cs: i dont think there is a "best description" yet
Not Responsible: he nailed it
JaxMandrake: probably not, cs - I'm still writing
Deputy Dan: The Mutt and Smut segments are some of my favorites.
cs: there will be a video release i think this year,
Principalpoop: 7 is the number of the unconscious
JaxMandrake: I want to get the new books but I can't use my overextended (melted) credit card
Not Responsible: I'd like to hear Dennis MIller's description of FT!
JaxMandrake: my watch melted too but that's a different matter
Dexter Fong: Cat: There's a Mutt and Smut (labeled Mutt and Cheops) a couple of weeks ealier 2/15/70
Rufus_T_Firetween: Robin Williams and a bunch of other comedians talk about FST in interviews during the PBS live video recording Weirdly Cool - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wc
Principalpoop: the universe is infinite jax, sell one of your kidneys
Not Responsible: probably lots of obscure references even we could get ;)
Rufus_T_Firetween: much fun
Yessyrah: Something's best left unsaid.....
cs: thanks, dex
Rufus_T_Firetween: Robin compares them to a Salivadore Dali picture
JaxMandrake: hands up all members of the Funny Name Club of America
||||||||| Vick Danger steps in at 9:48 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: untie dyslexics
cs: people have been laughing at my name since i was little
Dexter Fong quickly removes his hand from under the skirt of mizz Cluny slouch
JaxMandrake: I think I'd rather enjoy a visit from the Rev. Bill Barnstormer
Principalpoop: don't let stevedore dall carry your luggage
JaxMandrake: of the First Performance Church of Science Fiction
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Clem close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
Dexter Fong: uhh, Clem?
cs: uh...
Clem: Why does the porridge bird lay it';s eggs in the air?
JaxMandrake: cs: if you want to discuss people with unfortunate names, how about Greg Proops of the once and future Whose Line Is It Anyway?
cs: actually, it's "his egg"
Clem: Aha!
Principalpoop: I did not know they interviewed French President Pomidour
Deputy Dan: I actually tried to hop onto the Obama Reddit AMA and ask the Porridge Bird question but the server crashed.
cs: and you still don't, poop
Deputy Dan: Probably because I logged on as Ah Clem.
||||||||| "9:54 PM? 9:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "das should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as das enters and sits in the comfy chair.
cs: this sounds like Borges
Principalpoop: format c: hahahaha
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'drjawn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:54 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Danzilla - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Heater Hellmouth - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Harry Cox - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Lonesome Beantick - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Citronut - dead from the yaws
||||||||| UhJoanie - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Pfalvi - dead from jaundice
||||||||| George LeRoy Tirebitter - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Uh clem - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| WrabbitWriter - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
das: hiho all
JaxMandrake: the whole mass death thing is already getting old
Principalpoop: hagen das
cs: watch out for death, das
Not Responsible: "If you liked it half as much as we did, we liked it twice as much as you!"
Clem: Tosta das!
JaxMandrake: those are the headlines. now the rumours behind the news
JaxMandrake: then it struck me *POW*
cs: a hot kiss at the end of a wet fist?
Deputy Dan: This is wonderful. I don't think I've listened to this one yet.
||||||||| Not Responsible says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Not Responsible exits at 9:58 PM.
Beet: what a sap i had
||||||||| Not Responsible steals in around 9:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Not Responsible: Smelled like bourbon!
JaxMandrake: must gay s'night
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: ciao jax
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and Woody 1 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: hey woody
cs: hi wood
Woody 1: Wow. What a turnout.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Not Responsible: Smelled like bourbon! << and your mother was a hampster
Dexter Fong: Hey Woody
Principalpoop: osoulsky
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Woody
Woody 1: Hi, folks.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'birdman', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Not Responsible: No, that was elderberry wine!
Woody 1: I feel like I'm in the big gang again.
Principalpoop: yes, crowds lately
cs: third week in a row. new chat world
Principalpoop: Osoulsky, sock it to me, one more time
Merciful Lee Dickens: I'm sorry - what?
cs: austin here last week but i think he came for the crowds, not the crowds for him
||||||||| birdman rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's birdman?! It's 10:03 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts birdman into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:03 PM, then departs.
Woody 1: Welcome, all new-Jax, Not Rresponsible, birdman, and all I haven't seen.
Not Responsible: Had a wonderful time at the student union chatting with a guy two tables away...quoting FT and others laughing and not knowing what the hell we were doing.....
Principalpoop: hows the weather at alcatras birdman?
Woody 1: Just watched that old movie again. Great.
Principalpoop: bent a couple in the doodah room?
cs: that was the name of the article about this show in a new york paper
cs: in a later hour hour show, they read from that review.
birdman: while we're on the subject, how's your old wazoo?
Principalpoop: this land is made of mountains
Woody 1: Has anyone seen a Firesign member on this site for a while?
Principalpoop: austin was here last week in fact
Dexter Fong: Austin was here last week
Merlyn: Austin last week
Woody 1: Damn.
birdman: Do they have any plans for touring?
||||||||| bruce sashays in at 10:07 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Woody 1: He's the last one I talked to years ago.
cs: as the firesign theatre, no.
cs: i noticed proc answering that on facebook today
Woody 1: Proc & Berg were a pair.
cs: but proc and ossman just did a show in florida and i'm sure they'll keep doing things on stage as long as people pay them too
Not Responsible: two of a kind!
birdman: It would be hard to go on stage without the much missed Bergman
bruce: someone help me lift this door knocker
cs: impossible, quoth proc
Principalpoop: obsidian
Deputy Dan: Sounds like the Proctor/Ossman plays went well. That's great.
birdman: understandable
cs: arent we lucky phil never became a lawyer
Deputy Dan: anybody have any info on the things that David and his wife are working on? The audio projects?
bruce: hey! open up!
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Yessyrah - dead from measles
||||||||| stan the man - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Noweigh - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from jaundice
||||||||| pNose II - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Vick Danger - dead from measles
||||||||| drjawn - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: no death from yaws this time, interesting
||||||||| Billy Jack bounds in at 10:10 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Woody 1: Although the team went for years without Ossman, the team would be missed without Peter. I believe they could do something though.
Dexter Fong: No Globner's neither
cs: some go, some come
Clem: Glad to have seen them in Monterey a few years back.... great show
cs: they would have to want to, wood
Rufus_T_Firetween: Firesign Theatre on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208?ref=ts&fref=ts
birdman: Is a 12 hour erector set fatal?
DJTween: rising in Liberal lol
Deputy Dan: I recall Austin saying here, right after Peter's passing that he seemed to think that for all intents and purposes, Firesign was done without Peter.
Clem: You should probably consult a doctor, birdman
Not Responsible: Maybe they could use a cardboard cutout of Bergman like Python did when they lost Gaham Chapman?
DJTween: Sure hope not, Dan
Deputy Dan: Me too.
DJTween: I've been saying that they might get together with Harry Shearer
birdman: And voice over the Bergman parts behind the cut out
Woody 1: They're like antique furniture--they can go on with style.
Deputy Dan: You mean they 'mought' or 'ought to'?
Deputy Dan: might
DJTween: Shearer is great with voices, and appeared on Ossman's "How Time Flys"
Not Responsible: Fans would be forgivig of course...and more fodder for FT
cs: i think ossie wants to work with his sons and phil and melinda have a full schedule of work
Principalpoop: Is Soupy Sales still alive?
Woody 1: Bergman's rough voice will be hard to do without.
Deputy Dan: Harry might be one of the few comedians I can think of with a similar wit, too
birdman: How about W.C. Fields?
Deputy Dan: Those Credibility Gap records are underrated. Really good stuff
cs: proc/berg were in a flick with harry and the rest of the cred gap and ace trucking company
Woody 1: Get away from me kid, you're bothering me.
cs: Breaking Up i think it was called
Principalpoop: jack nicholson at the oscars is starting to look like red skelton
Deputy Dan: Has anyone here seen a movie from '77 called Cracking Up? It's got Proctor and Bergman in it, as well as most of the credibility gap
birdman: Carl LaFong is a railroad man and gets up early in the morning. WC "He's a chump"
cs: yes that's it, not Breaking Up
Woody 1: I think the FT without Ossman was an abomination but still good.
cs: that's the one they did with harry, et al.
cs: surprisingly unfunny, considering the talent
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Ted Logdon', just granted probation at 10:17 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Don't forget that Peter Bergman has a daughter, and she's now in college. Please consider donating a small amount to her college fund, as it was his wish that she could get a college education
Deputy Dan: yep
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
Deputy Dan: I still haven't seen Zacheriah (sp?) yet
DJTween: Eat Or Be Eaten was very good, sure
Woody 1: Was that with Jerry Lewis?
Woody 1: Cracking Up?
Deputy Dan: It's fun to watch Americathon and guess which parts came from P&B
cs: this marriage of gary snyder and firesign is perfect
DJTween: but the Millennium Trilogy showed the strength of the foursome
Deputy Dan: Woody: no, not the Jerry Lewis abomination with the same title.
Woody 1: I loved Proctor's voice of the party clown in Rugrats and his countdown in Rocky & Bullwinkle?
Deputy Dan: Here's my impression of comedy of the mid-late 70s: "Quaaludes!" Thunderous applause and some going OOOWWW!
Woody 1: Right, Deputy. The Lewis was terrible.
Dexter Fong: ;
Woody 1: 714
Woody 1: Rorers
Woody 1: Whoops. Gave myself away.
cs: I remember Disneyland in the 50s.
DJTween: any requests?
DJTween: I visited in '64
Principalpoop: disneyland has more character than disneyworld
DJTween: I found the '64 World's Fair in NY more memorable
Woody 1: I rode the L&N to Florida & back 2x as a kid. Nice experience.
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Billy Jack - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Guy DeMaupassant Herbinowitz - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Not Responsible - dead from the yaws
||||||||| bruce - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: a bunch of stuff from that fair went into disneyland
||||||||| Catherwood escorts son of holflaffer inside, makes a note of the time (10:25 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: the yaws are back, but no globners yet
Dexter Fong: Perhaps Globner's been demonically repossesed
Woody 1: That's "Life in the air age"(Be Bop Deluxe), cs. Communication going every direction.
son of holflaffer: Can you state that as a question?
DJTween: Modern Music is favorite olf vinyl
DJTween: *old
Woody 1: Not as such.
Beet: He's got The Plague!
Principalpoop: we are post-future
Woody 1: Who is your favorite Monty Python character?
son of holflaffer: The future's not here yet Mac.
cs: No, he's got the Prague. Czech him out.
Woody 1: Difficult decision.
DJTween: God
DJTween: lol
||||||||| 10:29 PM: Zen Cosmos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Woody 1: Member rather.
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast.'
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:30 PM, dragging Bunnyboy by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
cs: hi bun
Bunnyboy: Lo dere.
Dexter Fong: Hi Bunny
Woody 1: Good one, DJ, before I clarified my question.
Principalpoop: hey bunny
Woody 1: Hey, Bunny.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uh Bob inside, makes a note of the time (10:31 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| "10:31 PM? 10:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "PhillyTex should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as PhillyTex enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| New notice: 'Listen to The Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net and visit www.kurtericson.com'
nicholi: rock on
Principalpoop: thanks tween
cs: thanks, tween
DJTween: My pleasure :-)
PhillyTex: Who can tell me where the name Claudine Longet Symphonette appears?
Bunnyboy: What hair?
Merciful Lee Dickens: !Buenos dias!
Woody 1: I love Michael Palin with all of his high funny voices. The Knight who said Knee.
cs: I remember Longines symphonettes
Sir_Sidney_Fudd: I must go comfort poor Spunky.
Merciful Lee Dickens: .I mean noches.
Bunnyboy: Emerald City Comicon, this weekend.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Jamie inside, makes a note of the time (10:34 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Woody 1: Spun-Spunky.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
PhillyTex: Cyrus! What has happened to your nose?
||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "10:35 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Jamie: I have just returned from Rome!
||||||||| At 10:35 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Beet: I like these chats. C U next week.
ge||ge: Thanks DJTween. Had never heard that show.
Jamie: Why it's a pickle!
PhillyTex: I was sitting in my office listening to the steady stacatto of rain on my desk to and reading my name on my office door. Regnad kcin.
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Casady', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Woody 1: Cya, & nice Meetin' ya, Beet.
Jamie: OK, just a quick peek for me. Gotta go where the bozos go...
PhillyTex: There was only one joker in LA sensitive enough to wear that scent and I had to find out who he was!
Jamie: See ya on the funway...
PhillyTex: Very good Mr. Danger, now I think you're ready for THIS!
cs: neal cassady, i thought you died in 1968.
Woody 1: "Oil of anchovie, Danger. Have a tin."
PhillyTex: Go ahead, squeeze the weez - many people like to ya know.
Dexter Fong reaches over and squeezes the weez
Casady: He did, I'm supposedly related to him.
cs: His son?
Principalpoop: Butch
PhillyTex: Why that's nothing but a two bit ring from a cracker back jox.
Merciful Lee Dickens: annnnnd cut.
Casady: I just logged in from Vilcabamba, Ecuador
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| birdman - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Is that where you really are, Casady?
Woody 1: Again--favorite Monty Python member???
Casady: No kidding! I'm in Ecuador,
Jamie: philly here
cs: thats farther away than anyone's logged in before, at least since that Wake Island guy
PhillyTex: Miss Violet Dudley, I presume.
Casady: I'm here visiting from LA
Woody 1: The rat.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Don't forget Mudhead logged in from -was it Laos? last week
cs: i knew the la suburbs had grown a lot, but all the way to ecuador?
Principalpoop: if you knew quito, like I know quito
Casady: Kinda getting here late.
Merlyn: Casady: Nino knows!
Dexter Fong: I knew ma's quito
Merlyn: Click this: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/geochat.php
cs: i dont think that was OUR mudhead, but yes, true
PhillyTex: How in the duece did you deduce my moniker?
Casady: Right, I flew into Quito, I think.
Principalpoop: by your k nickers
cs: better than swimming there
ge||ge: @Merlyn: Mesquite, TX has more panache than that actual Austin.
PhillyTex: By the rather provocative initials on your knickers.
cs: moniker lewinsky? you left your knickers here
Woody 1: All things are in rats I see. Must go to bed to sweep them out. Night, Firecrew.
Merlyn: I like a stack of panache
Dexter Fong: Night Woody
cs: by wood
PhillyTex: Mr. Danger, there's foreign lady and her heathen servant waiting to see you on the foot pad below.
ge||ge: Shrove it, buddy.
PhillyTex: Well show her up!
||||||||| Woody 1 rushes off, saying "10:44 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
PhillyTex: You can come up now, you cheap whore! (That'll show her up!)
Principalpoop: get those rats woody
Dexter Fong: Mr. Danger *and * Mr. Stones will see you now, yah brazen hussy!!
Principalpoop: I'm not flat, seeee?
Casady: In this place I'm in.... There are fireflies! Right outside my cabin right now.
PhillyTex: Make it a C note and I'll take the case!
cs: maybe they Firesign fans, Casady.
Casady: Likely they are, they light up the night.
Principalpoop: wow, good coke casady, really good coke
ge||ge: What you in Ecuador for?
Casady: I'm not sure, I came here to get away for 3 weeks. I'm in a place called the Garden of Paradise
ge||ge: A tropical pair of dice?
Casady: Www.gardenofparadise.net
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:49 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs PhillyTex by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Casady: Indeed!
Principalpoop: ahh the garden, yes yes, and the native girls, yes yes, and she said yes yes
Principalpoop: would you, yes and I said yes yes
Casady: Two crazy Americans built this place
Casady: That Irish guy..... What's his name...
cs: Sean?
ge||ge: 3 weeks is a long, long rest. Somehow I think it will go quickly.
Principalpoop: o'leery, o'toole
Casady: No, it's a famous Irish author
Principalpoop: Paddy? with the rope and the barrell?
ge||ge: o'Reilly?
Principalpoop: james joyce
Casady: The one that's hard to read.
Dexter Fong: Anne Rice Paddy?
Casady: Yes!
ge||ge: Hardly sounds Irish.
cs: lol dex
Casady: Ha ha!
Principalpoop: he is stream of consciousness where the sentiment of the moment is reflected in the thoughts
Principalpoop: just like those 4 guys we know
ge||ge: But nobody did it so well as our guys.
Casady: I hear on the record before I encountered it in real life, Joyce
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| nicholi - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Sir_Sidney_Fudd - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Deputy Dan - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Zen Cosmos - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Bunnyboy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Jamie - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: i loved Ulysses. Read it twice. Found Finnegan's Wake unreadable
||||||||| A stretch dumpster pulls up to the front door at 10:55 PM; Regnad gets out and signs a few autographs before entering the Waiting room.
cs: its getting back to the usual numbers in chat land
Principalpoop: i am waiting for the movies
Regnad: .der ni m'I !aH
cs: Phil?
Principalpoop: how are you read regnad?
Regnad: gnineppah si lleh eht tahw
Regnad: sdrawkcab m'I
cs: you're in mirror land
Principalpoop: crabcraws?
ge||ge: Their stamp was TOO strong. Can't hear it any other way!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Check Regnads Nino
||||||||| GypsydoctorDonat sneaks in around 10:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Phil Austin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:57 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving P Q Nukem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: cooked lobster
cs: Looks like Our Phil.
GypsydoctorDonat: NancyEnhanced?
P Q Nukem: Regnad always eloquent and insightful
cs: you'd rather chat with us than watch the lakers beat minneapolis, phil?
ge||ge: 2 way mirrors are palindromes
Principalpoop: stop killing orcs for a moment and help phil M
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:58 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: Regnad *is* PA
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
cs: merl is needed.
Merlyn: Sorry Phil, if you log in as Regnad or Kcin or both, it types your output backwards
GypsydoctorDonat: la mer
Dexter Fong: Poop: Summon Merlyn as you did before
P Q Nukem: Here let me lend a hand, Isaid a hand , darn you
Principalpoop: how can he be in 2 places ahh hell nevermind
cs: red letters equal real firesign members
||||||||| P.austin strides in at 10:59 PM with Danny Vanilla badgering him for an interview; since he has no badgers, Catherwood forcibly ushers Danny Vanilla out the door.
Dexter Fong: I see you already have don so
Principalpoop: i already did fong lool
Merlyn: Just a trick for fun
P.austin: Now is this backwards?
cs: if bergman came back from the dead, what colour would he be, merl?
Bunnyboy: Hi, Mr. President!
Merlyn: not that backwards
GypsydoctorDonat: I come from a backwards country
cs: no you're not in mirror land anymore, phil
Dexter Fong: Hiya Phil
Principalpoop: salami, baloney, pastrami, corned beef oh gracious sir
P.austin: OK. All is better, although I DONT EVEN KNOW MY OWN NAME
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
ge||ge: Books! Name the books!
Bunnyboy: If I were looking away, I could tell ya.
GypsydoctorDonat: I donated my name to Goodwill
Principalpoop: we would call you nancy anyway
Merlyn: ʇxǝʇ uʍop-ǝpısdn ppɐ pןnoɥs ı
P Q Nukem: From one such as you it almost like,waking up in one of those wierd bed and breakfast's where they ask all those stupid questions.
cs: aren't you that great Dodger pitcher, Claude Austeen?
||||||||| Merlyn aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Regnad at 11:00 PM
Bunnyboy: I gotta skedaddle. Ta!
Principalpoop: alack, pour regnad, where is your laugh now smart guy?
Dexter Fong: Night Bunny
ge||ge: Oh no! Bewitching hour!!!
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
P.austin: The Evil Merlyn, backwards, upside-down and in control of us all
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies kcin into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:01 PM, then departs.
||||||||| At 11:01 PM, Bunnyboy hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
P Q Nukem: He's more of a cliaope in a parade of bedraggeled lycanthropes.
Principalpoop: we listened to your 1970 basillica show earlier tonight, wow, fun, thanks
Merlyn: hey kcin, you may regret your nick
GypsydoctorDonat: Pope interviews must be daunting
ge||ge: Best chat room ever. The 1970 so apropos 2013. Society changes so slowly.
cs: i thought it needed more basil
kcin: taht si yhW
kcin: ees I hO
Principalpoop: Osoulsky, man oh mano chevitz
Merlyn: Phil, fans are wondering if there might be more Firesign live performances
P.austin: HA, finally remembered how to configure more lines on the page and so I'm really modern and up to date
cs: modems are so modern
P Q Nukem: A small price to pay as regarding those flashbacks they assured me would happen, well?
Principalpoop: we knew you would figure out how to do more lines, wait, I mean...
GypsydoctorDonat: I would be happy if I could remember how to smell
||||||||| At 11:05 PM, kcin rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
ge||ge: Loss of smell?
Principalpoop: do you recall, that certain fateful night, at the basilica, in 1970? where did you have dinner?
||||||||| 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 More Sugar gets out at 11:05 PM.
P Q Nukem: is there life after the trailer court with those foul smelling, no not the jehova witnesses, the aliens
More Sugar: And that free mule you've been dreamin of
GypsydoctorDonat: the research center is calling, should I pick up???
ge||ge: To go with the farm I'm slowly buying?
P Q Nukem: Let it ring they never answer when I call
P.austin: Merl: I don't know. There's been no need since Pete passed, but thats not to say that some need might arise. I had a dream about Peter last night. He was doing a financial radio show in the upper reaches of a Sunset Strip building with a partner whom I didn't know. He said he'd been doing it for four years. On the way down the building, I met kids. A little girl had a frog.
P Q Nukem: Dont answer it they only want to borrow the answers page again
GypsydoctorDonat: and they never leave voice mail
ge||ge: They may have eucalyptus for smelling salts. Pick up .... Go and answer
cs: great dream, phil
||||||||| More Sugar rushes off, saying "11:08 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
GypsydoctorDonat: wonderful
P Q Nukem: Are they drunk singing that stupid song they're always forgetting the words to?
ge||ge: The passed visit more and more rarely. I think I'm OK with that.
P.austin: What in the name of Grid is the 1970 basilica show?
cs: one of your wbai shows from the hour hour era, early 1970
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Phil Austin - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Casady - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Uh Bob - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| fall guy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: financial radio is a 5, sunset strip is a 2, 4 years for 4, girl with frog, 8 play 5248 in the lotto everybody
Dexter Fong: A Hour Hour show on BAI from the Church they once had
P Q Nukem: Dont let them fool you their only making it up that stupid song I mean
cs: tween was playing DOMM
Principalpoop: we listened, heard, enjoyed, some show you did at some place called the basilica
cs: in honour of exiting pope, quoth tween
P.austin: some guy from BAI is getting me to do his show in a week or so. Don't think it
cs: you had to asnwer a lot of questions about your childhood.
P Q Nukem: Dont let that moderate moderator come in between us and the only true happiness we have ever known.
Principalpoop: he was here also, plays dear friends stuff every week for the past year at least
GypsydoctorDonat: is Gorman still at BAI?
cs: deputy dan was here earlier. he plays firesign on KBOO
P.austin: Hit the wrong key. C sharp, maybe. uh .... don't think it's live.
P Q Nukem: Are you devout pagans cleaning up around here?
Principalpoop: remember the old Osoulsky story? end of the world and stuff?
P.austin: were the questions from a high school girlfriend? Omigod its all coming back to me.
Principalpoop: no more calls we have a winner
Dexter Fong: Good times, Phil...good times
ge||ge: We loved it.
P.austin: Dont think Gorman is still there. He just emailed me recently. Enid, his beloved wife, died. He's really beat up.
P Q Nukem: Like the wetkiss at the end of a... hey who stepped on my lines
Dexter Fong: ...and what were you *really* doing under that blanket
GypsydoctorDonat: oh thats sad
Principalpoop: ouch, goodness
Merlyn: aw, that's too bad Phil
Dexter Fong: That is sad, I was a regular listener to Lunch Pail
P Q Nukem: As soft as a pocket fullof mice
Dexter Fong: pissing on cotton
||||||||| Catherwood enters with JoeBob close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:14 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
ge||ge: BAI Broadcasting Authority of Ireland?
GypsydoctorDonat: darn it, another thing I miss about NYC
JoeBob: Hello Hello
Principalpoop: ballyhai
Dexter Fong: WBAI = A Pacifica station = We Beg At Intervals
P.austin: For some odd reason, Proctor was friends in NYC with my hi skool girlfriend Annette Grant. I think she's where the questions came from. She later becomes an editor with NYTIMES and an art critic for them. Think she married an author whose name I can't remember. married fairly recently.
GypsydoctorDonat: Basic Animal Instinct
P Q Nukem: The palms are paticularly resitant to such treatment sir, try the dwarf decidous
Principalpoop: ahh the headlines and the rumors behind it, thanks
Dexter Fong: The dwarf's delicious? Egad, Sir..have you no manners
Dexter Fong: Skip the dwarf, have the jumbo shrimp
P Q Nukem: Dwarfs are in this year, I find them around and when they are unsuspecting...
Principalpoop: gnomes are the way to go
Dexter Fong: Gee...gnomes
P Q Nukem: Hard to hold on to a dwarf
Dexter Fong: Gotta get his legs first
GypsydoctorDonat: WBAI played Baird Searles reading First and Last Men marathon reading, mesmerising
P Q Nukem: Gnomes get the neighbors talking and you know what that means..
Dexter Fong: A visit from the Lawn Doctor?
P.austin: Read Murakami's Dancing Dwarves story for the underground low-down, whatever that means
cs: the olaf stapledon book?
JoeBob: Don't want the neighbors talking...
GypsydoctorDonat: The Age of Mesmerization
Principalpoop: castles father is alive is a james bond/rambo kinda guy
||||||||| Catherwood enters with dirk smelly close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
GypsydoctorDonat: yes, Stapeldon
cs: in the new new yorker, phil?
P Q Nukem: Means I gotta get gnome on the range, but I too drunk to remeber the words, burp
cs: i saw his novel in the libary
Principalpoop: who wanted a nyc apartment where she could lay her head and a few friends?
GypsydoctorDonat: its a great read
||||||||| P Q Nukem rushes off, saying "11:21 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
P.austin: Catman: think it's in his short story collection called, maybe, THE ELEPHANT VANISHES. could be wrong. Hell, I was wrong about the comet.
cs: i'd rather be read than dead
cs: you mean its not an amazing cleanser?
GypsydoctorDonat: does Siberia have a meteor magnet or something?
Principalpoop: Is Mister Clean still alive?
JoeBob: ge||ge: Yes. Joe?
Principalpoop: don't foost around with the IRC joebob
JoeBob: I guess I can't use a symbol here...
ge||ge: We make no noise.
GypsydoctorDonat: IRC, now isn't that illegal?
Principalpoop: the sound of one hand typing there
ge||ge: Did I miss all the sequester talk as midnight approaches?
GypsydoctorDonat: IRL, that's where it's at
Principalpoop: not the psychedelic shack anymore?
ge||ge: Use 1 finger from each hand. Goes faster.
GypsydoctorDonat: I flunked the first sequester
ge||ge: Did you mean Sacroiliac?
son of holflaffer: Can you state that as a question?
son of holflaffer: Mr. President. Where can I get a job?
ge||ge: Something about poridge?
Principalpoop: forget his job, what about the bees?
ge||ge: M..mm...many peeple.
son of holflaffer: Why does the poridge bird lay his eggs in the air?
GypsydoctorDonat: mites got the bees
son of holflaffer: and the spidersin my head.
Principalpoop: mem rat
son of holflaffer: unhappy mac nem
GypsydoctorDonat: oil got the seas
P.austin: Poor/Rich Bird's eggs can fly
Principalpoop: rats must gnaw or their teeth grow through their brains
P.austin: Flying Eggs. They're in Everybody's eggs. That's why the eggs can fly. Two flying saucers have just landed on my plate.
cs: aha!
Dexter Fong: Did you sit on your pipe?
Principalpoop: What about my eggs dear?
JoeBob: Pass the syrup please...the REAL maple syrup...
son of holflaffer: Uh General..I think you got your eggs scrambled. Suh.
Principalpoop: heavy on the 30 weight
Dexter Fong: There at the fertility clinic in a liquid nitrogen tank
GypsydoctorDonat: Faux on the Flow
son of holflaffer: They're in everybody's eggs.
Principalpoop: Conclusion: they think you are insane
son of holflaffer: What to do in case of an alien attack.
P.austin: syrup won't stop 'em
cs: Roe Roe Roe your boat
GypsydoctorDonat: sequester?
Principalpoop: aliens, all aliens must appear at the local post office, however briefly
son of holflaffer: They think he is insane.
Principalpoop: je paraphrase s'il tu plait
GypsydoctorDonat: but he outflanks them :D
Principalpoop: his option, command
GypsydoctorDonat: I must......
Dexter Fong: and as we slowly sail out to sea we pass an outflanker..."Ahoy! Outflanker, where are you going?" "Out!! Flanking!!"
P.austin: wasn't the Sea Quester L. Ron Dingdong's command vessel/
GypsydoctorDonat: bid adieu
Principalpoop: ciao gypsydoc
cs: Yes it was Phil. Thetans Ahoy!
Dexter Fong: That was the vessel driven by Orgone Energy
Principalpoop: a practical joke gone terribly awry
cs: one of my facebook "friends" posted an interview with harlan ellison where he talked about when l.ron got the idea for starting a religion. he was tired of being a poor sf writer and wanted wealth
son of holflaffer: Toad away.
ge||ge: @GDoc_Do_not see you next geek
Principalpoop: ok, a money making scheme gone terribly awry
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dirk smelly - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: it took less than 100 years momons to become respectable, scientology has hope...
ge||ge: Numerous testimonials by "never quite" CLEARs here in Austin's The Chronicle have been run reads.
Principalpoop: gold plates found in the mountains of new york, oh come on now
cs: where would southpark be without them?
Principalpoop: lol
Principalpoop: firesign was subtle, none of lennons more popular than jesus pokes
ge||ge: Es fun, but I gotta do some computer programming afore the stroke of sequester day. 'Nite.
||||||||| At 11:43 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, ge||ge!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: hold the fort ge ge
cs: by ge
Dexter Fong: Night gellge
Dexter Fong: Time to park a car, night dear friends, and thanks for dropping by Phil
Dexter Fong: and Thanks Merlyn
cs: did we drop phil? than we'll have to pick him up.
Principalpoop: hail rita fong
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves to catch the 11:48 PM train to New York.
Principalpoop: i will walk the dog, bbl
||||||||| "Hey P.austin!" ... P.austin turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:49 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
cs: by phil
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 11:49 PM, dragging P.austin by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
P.austin: Thought I'd signed off. Now I'm back and trying again. Nite everyone .....
cs: from red to black? where's stendahl when we need him?
||||||||| P.austin rushes off, saying "11:50 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
cs: by again phil
Merlyn: nite Phil
Merlyn: he goes in and out like anything
Merlyn: nearly time for bed, cya next week
cs: by merl
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Buzzkill', just granted probation at 11:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Buzzkill: Well, this was fun.
cs: perfect name
||||||||| cs is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 11:53 PM.
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| GypsydoctorDonat - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| ELMouse - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Buzzkill says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Buzzkill exits at 11:55 PM.
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 11:56 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with the hunter close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 11:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| 12:00 AM: VolcanoDaisy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
VolcanoDaisy: If I lived here I'd be home by now.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies BadddBill in through the front door at 12:08 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
BadddBill: Try ZBS Media if you haven't it is great audio drama
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JoeBob - dead from the common cold
||||||||| son of holflaffer - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 12:11 AM -- Ted Logdon left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
VolcanoDaisy: Thanks BadddBill,
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Broadgar - dead from The Plague
||||||||| the hunter - dead from the common cold
||||||||| BadddBill - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| slides steps in at 12:28 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| slides leaves to catch the 12:29 AM train to Hellmouth.
||||||||| slides tiptoes in around 12:29 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
FreemanZ: boing!
||||||||| At 12:30 AM, slides vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| VolcanoDaisy - dead from measles
||||||||| FreemanZ - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Peter Protector close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 12:42 AM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
Peter Protector: Retract your ballpoints, fellas. I'm in love again.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Peter Protector - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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 More Sugar gets out at 1:11 AM.
||||||||| 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 TMC27 plummets into the garden at 1:27 AM.
TMC27: is this mic on?
TMC27: shoot! I thought this started on West coast time! Hope to chat with you fellas next time!
||||||||| TMC27 sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| More Sugar - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| das - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads ao into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 3:12 AM, then departs.
||||||||| 3:16 AM -- ao left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| 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:
aliendogstar
atomic elroy
BadddBill
Bambi
Beet
birdman
Broadgar
bruce
Bunnyboy
Buzzkill
Casady
cat
Celebrazzi
ChillyWilly
Chromium Switch
Clem
Cohalen
cs
Da_Bear
das
Deputy Dan
Dexter Fong
DJTween
P.austin
Regnad
FreemanZ
ge||ge
GypsydoctorDonat
Harry Cox
Heater Hellmouth
HemlockStones
Hemlock Stonz
Jamie
JaxMandrake
JoeBob
kcin
Lefty O'toole
Lonesome Beantick
Malcolm X John Lennon
mamajean
Matt
Merciful Lee Dickens
Merlyn
More Sugar
Napalm Olive
nicholi
Not Responsible
P.austin
Peter Protector
philander
PhillyTex
P Q Nukem
Principalpoop
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sir_Sidney_Fudd
son of holflaffer
stan the man
Ted Logdon
the Nail
TinyDr.Hank
TMC27
UberDubber
VolcanoDaisy
Walla
Woody 1
Worker
Yessyrah
URL References:
http://austin.weblogger.com/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phil_Austin
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wc
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208?ref=ts&fref=ts
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/chat/geochat.php
Www.gardenofparadise.net
www.kurtericson.com
http://youtu.be/l1a12go43_0



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