A Firesign Chat


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

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for March 21, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:50 AM bus from Michigan pulls away, leaving Deadguy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Deadguy: Flakes everywhere and it might snow some too, back to the sauna for a Cedar branch whippin.
||||||||| Deadguy walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| 8:55 AM -- Deadguy enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Deadguy departs at 8:55 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Ralph', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:11 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Ralph: ...and Ralph's back has retired. He is twisted in agony over Nancy!
Ralph: "Oh, what I wooden give for a Cedar Braanch thrashin', anythynge to relieve the pain...ooohhhhh...."
||||||||| Outside, the 8:17 PM downtown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with George Stevens close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:23 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
George Stevens: Marching marching to Shibboleth! Can't wait till it arrives!
George Stevens: Is my wife in here?
DJTween: I'll be talking about the new FST books tonight
||||||||| New notice: 'There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 8pm CST this evening, with music beginning at 7:45pm CST. Listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| 8:31 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
George Stevens: Hiya DJ! I'm a newbie to the chat, but an oldie for da boyz. I have my original copies of Big Book of Plays and Mystery Joke Book, but the new hard cover compendium was too good to pass up.
||||||||| 8:32 PM: Rufus_T_Firetween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:35 PM, dragging DJTween by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: Cool, George
DJTween: Welcome to the chat
George Stevens: Thanks. Been a lurker for some time. Always enjoyed the goings on.
DJTween: The guys themselves don't usually show up, but Austin has joined us on occasion
DJTween: Well, since Merlyn and I have started advertising, we've picked up some new chatters
DJTween: Hope you become a regular (if not ethyl) :)
George Stevens: Yeah, I have seen that the past few weeks. Shamed me into joing in myself.
DJTween: You know you can configure the text size and all that from the pop-up menu?
DJTween: You can also send private messages to people from there, and there are auxiliary rooms
George Stevens: I read the instructions but will have to go over them again. Hope you all will bear with me as I learn how to do this.
DJTween: We were all new to this at one time ;)
George Stevens: Catherwood, roll me a bomber.
||||||||| Catherwood rolls George Stevens a bomber.
George Stevens: Ha!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:45 PM and Merlyn sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: I see you've found our intrepid Catherwood :)
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside DJTween and mumbles "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Bonnie Raitt - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's JPT, just back from Billville."
DJTween: Playing some music at the above link now
DJTween: it's a 128k feed
DJTween: Hi JPT
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:46 PM and CatManDEW sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi CMD
Merlyn: Hey, my mom's studio mastered Bonnie Raitt's first album (for Warner Bros.)
CatManDEW: Hi, DJT
Merlyn: She apparently babysat me at some point
DJTween: WOW, Merlyn :)
DJTween: that's kewl
Merlyn: Dave Ray married my cousin Sylvia, and they are the producers of it
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - The Doobie Brothers - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Merlyn: well, of the mastering I guess, it also says Willie Murphy as producer who also recorded at the studio
DJTween: "Bonnie Raitt was my babysitter" - how hollywood lol
||||||||| flapdoogle enters at 8:49 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Hi flapper
Merlyn: nowadays that would be a very expensive kink
DJTween: indeed ;)
||||||||| Gorum waltzes in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Gorum
Gorum: take them out of the celophane before they scorch!
Gorum: yes siree
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dr. Dog coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Gorum: DJT.. what are you doing
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:54 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Gorum by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DJTween: Hi Dog
Dr. Dog: Arf ! Howdy !
George Stevens: Looks like Gorum got a mickey in his ground zero...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:55 PM and late as usual, it's The Wispering Squash, just back from South Carolina."
||||||||| EWeston steps in at 8:55 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Squash, Weston
The Wispering Squash: Hey gang!
Dr. Dog: Nice Knocker !
EWeston: Hi ho, good bless you, and god night.
Dr. Dog: Used to have one just like it but it vanished mysteriously...
EWeston: Along with the dogs and the sevants
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:57 PM, dragging Shavitah Puris by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
DJTween: Hi Puris
Dr. Dog: I can surf for that web voucher.
DJTween: and welcome to our nice little padded chat room :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:59 PM and late as usual, it's Captain Equinox, just back from Illinois."
DJTween: Hi Captain
EWeston: A well known theosophist
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 21, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Captain Equinox: Greeting Earthoids and Humanlings.
Dr. Dog: Evening.
George Stevens: Is it the Captain, or is it Kiki?
DJTween: or Tennile?
||||||||| 9:01 PM: Principalpoop jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Captain Equinox: No, it's Toenail.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:01 PM, dragging Deputy Dan by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “Shine” w/Jon Anderson, Mike Oldfield and Steve Howe - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Deputy Dan: I found you!
Principalpoop: i got the music in me, kiki dee
George Stevens: Damn! I thought it was Arnold Tree!
||||||||| Outside, the 9:02 PM crosstown bus from Montana pulls away, leaving shoes for the dead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Dex, Deputy
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Principalpoop: hey all, and you too
Merlyn: No, it was Adolf Tree aka Captain Equinox
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
Merlyn: He works a 12-hour day
||||||||| Catherwood enters with slides close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Principalpoop: ahh shine, yeeees
George Stevens: But only twice a year.
slides: Nancy are you in here?
Dexter Fong: And also Merlyn, Poop, and all of you Bozos, Beaners, Boogies, and Friends of Papoon
Captain Equinox: She's in the Portrait Gallery
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: The connection was reset
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTween: feed ok now, P?
Principalpoop: Sargent Solstice
||||||||| 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 cs gets out at 9:05 PM.
Principalpoop: my browser, not the radio tween
||||||||| eat it steals in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Dr. Dog departs at 9:05 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: was made in heaven
Captain Equinox: honk honk
Principalpoop: with noses as long as your arm
shoes for the dead: howdy
||||||||| 9:06 PM: FreemanZ jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| 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 never odd or even falls out at 9:06 PM.
George Stevens: That's America, buddy!
Principalpoop: you people are so superstitious
||||||||| At 9:07 PM, FreemanZ vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Polyanna Platypus steals in around 9:07 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
cs: High all
EWeston: Quick hide the peyote
Principalpoop: hey cat
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
cs: poop and dex
||||||||| At 9:08 PM, slides runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: hehe she is a a platypus hehe
Polyanna Platypus: You can bet Karl Malden's nose on that!
cs: i think i'll have another playte of pus
DJTween: lol
EWeston: Lary strikes again!
Dexter Fong: I never leave home without Karl's nose
Principalpoop: its gonna be alright
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| 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 Spud Coolzip plummets into the garden at 9:09 PM.
Principalpoop: oh blinding light, oh light that blinds
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:09 PM, dragging Honusbird by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
shoes for the dead: LETS EAT!!!
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Shavitah Puris - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| flapdoogle - dead from the yaws
||||||||| CatManDEW - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| JPT - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I was in Jim class with heem
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Leroy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Leroy enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: i am yearning for someone who can turn on a little stopping power
George Stevens: Hey, we must've gone to the same school!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers (at Firesign Media) - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-tl
Dexter Fong: An early reap here tonight...stay tuned for more casualties
Principalpoop: Organ leroy arrives
DJTween: The Come... They Go....
eat it: i am changing with the times....
EWeston: That was a FINE highschool
eat it: ...so let's meet him...
George Stevens: Your name must be Jim!
Spud Coolzip: This had to be one of the first send-ups of a tele-evangelist.
DJTween: I think a lot of people don't know about the 'timeout' feature of the nicks in the chat
Principalpoop: marching marching oh yes
EWeston: Howdy Jim. Hey what's his name?
Merlyn: there's no timeout
Polyanna Platypus: Jim, Jim, little Jim?
George Stevens: Jim.
Merlyn: as long as the window auto-refreshes they stay logged in
DJTween: What would you call it, Merl?
Dexter Fong raises his hand and says, "I know about the 'timeout" Mr. Tween"
DJTween: mmmm not true
DJTween: know this from personal experience
EWeston: right on, right off, gimme six!
cs: they dont go from gray to nothing?
Merlyn: if they get reaped, that means they closed the chat window
Principalpoop: so they all exited at the exact same time M, wow
DJTween: You have to type something every once in a while
Merlyn: no you don't
eat it: shall release
Polyanna Platypus: Jim, Jiminy Jim Jim Cheree.
Merlyn: I've stayed on for over an hour without typing
cs: lurkers arent even grays
George Stevens: Or twice...howdy boys, howdy boys
DJTween: So what's the purpose of the graying?
Spud Coolzip: The big-budget FT days - a whole choir employed
shoes for the dead: i have a good groat cluster marinade if anybody wants......
Merlyn: what you need to do is make sure the window refreshes
Ralph: No you don't? Yes you do? I'm so confused!
Merciful Lee Dickens: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shibboleth
eat it: LETS EAT
Principalpoop: pull the curtain fred
EWeston: Waiter?
Merlyn: gray just means you haven't typed anything for a while
Principalpoop: I'm hungry
Dexter Fong: I've seen grays lurking aboaut, waiting to probe me
DJTween: OK
Merlyn: it's separate from reaping
George Stevens: One of those damn kids has got a radio!
DJTween: OK Merl, didn't know that
Ralph: So it gets less grey? It's not the wool over my eyes?
Principalpoop: laughing cow cheese is still around
Dexter Fong: No Ralph, thats just your cardigan
EWeston: No that's breeding.
Spud Coolzip: The hills of Sector R - actually Laurel Canyon
Ralph: ....and it's wonderful.
Polyanna Platypus: laughing cow cheese is still a round
Principalpoop: led zepplin cashmir
cs: a favouritre in my fridge
Merlyn: the Whispering Squash logged in at 8:55 and has only said 1 thing right after login, and he hasn't typed anything for 20 minutes, but if you haven't refreshed for 5 minutes or more you get reaped at the next check, which is every 10 minutes
Dexter Fong: It *is* a nice pattern
George Stevens: You know, all of this is costing the armenian people seconds a month...
Principalpoop: ahh every 10 minutes, ok ok
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mklprc close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Principalpoop: if the browser is closed
Polyanna Platypus: Fly over like a def leppard
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving uh klem coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Spud Coolzip: Please order anchovies'
Captain Equinox: what?
Merlyn: yep, though sometimes the auto-refresh can get messed up and you have to do a manual refresh to restart it
Dexter Fong: Anchovies, air-dried, salt packed and hand fileted
Polyanna Platypus: I'll have mine without apostrophe's, please!
Spud Coolzip: Ever driven to the top of the ridge on Skyline Drive - you wouldn't deliver there eithyer.
Ralph: If you would ride the Blue Bus, it's Bio_Diesel.
Principalpoop: ralph bunch and ida lupino, dead or still alive?
shoes for the dead: opium anchovies?
Spud Coolzip: Yes give me three cans of those chovies, Dexter Fong
Ralph: Then all you smell is fried french frys
George Stevens: You are right, Merl. I have to refresh myself Manually every so often.
Dexter Fong: The opium is in the eyes, that's why they're so bright
Ralph: ....er FredoM Flies!!
EWeston: Now I'm hungry.
shoes for the dead: gs, this is a family room!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with TMC27 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:19 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Captain Equinox: Mr Yarrow
Principalpoop: a super concept, Bilbo Burgers and Fredo Fries
Dexter Fong: Sure!! See the big RCA Victrola next to Mom's chair
EWeston: Don't settle for the guts! Go for the eyes! R.R.
Spud Coolzip: These guys pre-dated open-ended media surfing 30 years before the internet
Ralph: Funnel Frys, oh, future fools!
Principalpoop: Bottles again
Ralph: Dusted w/ More Sugar, soft, white, pure, xxx
Principalpoop: zest appeal
Merciful Lee Dickens: oh nooo, that woman's trying to KILL ME!
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr memory should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr memory enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| 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 Uh clem falls out at 9:21 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hello Doctor
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'ferret', just granted probation at 9:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: in a confrontatory position
cs: Bilbao Burgers by Frank Gehry. Try and find the meat.
DJTween: They have always done a great job anticipating the future, culturally as well as technologically
Ralph: Captain Equinox...nice job on the SPring Fling yesterday!
cs: i dont remember you, doctor
George Stevens: I believe you, Poop.
||||||||| Bill Craig enters at 9:22 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Spud Coolzip: Absolutely, DJT. Peter B was big future-thinker, especially.
Dexter Fong: Senor Gehry has ruined Espana
Principalpoop: local ad in my paper for arbor day, building the future today
Spud Coolzip: I popped off there
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush that Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-tl
Captain Equinox: You're quite welcome.
Dexter Fong: The future is sooo yesterday
Principalpoop: your clam cakes are getting damp, oh my
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Bozo Bob', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:23 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cs: are these spring breakers?
Captain Equinox: At Pop's Sodium Shop?
Principalpoop: coming mother
Rufus_T_Firetween: I just hate clam cakes when they get damp
Dexter Fong: Spring breakers = an early south swell in SoCal
ferret: pass the 30w
Ralph: Bozo Bob, is that w/ a Bee?
George Stevens: Is my wife Porcelain in here?
Principalpoop: how many times have I heard that before?
Bozo Bob: A bee? Why do you ask, honey?
Dexter Fong: No, George, she looks more Delft
EWeston: Well you boys fight it out
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Leroy - dead from the yaws
||||||||| The Wispering Squash - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Deputy Dan - dead from measles
||||||||| Honusbird - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
George Stevens: Ok mother...
Dexter Fong: A four - 0 fun by the reaper
Captain Equinox: Stop torturing me, Ethel.
Dexter Fong: run
EWeston: Oh yah,
Principalpoop: He's not your son fred
Captain Equinox: This man has the Plague.
Dexter Fong: and he's not your son Beaver either
George Stevens: Stop chatting and finish your homework!
ferret: pep pills......
Dexter Fong: lol george
Principalpoop: is this on? thank you fellow kids
EWeston: Prawn of my lions, hah.
George Stevens: Cap, is that your careful prosthesis?
cs: finally lightenough for me to see the keyboard without artificial lighting now.
Principalpoop: give them a light and they will follow it anywhere
ferret: raw, raw, raw!
cs: thank you, daylight savings time
Ralph: Sure could use a Blue Moth about now....
EWeston: I'm reenlisting today
shoes for the dead: i don't care how many timas i hear that it's still as funny as the first tme
Captain Equinox: Careful, my prosthesis can smell fear.
cs: how about hawkmoth?
||||||||| PABO enters at 9:28 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: Where are you gonna graduate from????
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, please give Ralph a Blue Moss
||||||||| Catherwood gets ralph a blue moss.
George Stevens: Ralph's been alienated!
||||||||| Polyanna Platypus leaves at 9:28 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..."
cs: indeed, shoes
Ralph: ....ah, yes thatnk you!
shoes for the dead: they did it live a few years back in Portland
Principalpoop: the 5 ages of man, 4 crawling, 2 walking and 3 using a cane, what are the other 2?
PABO: Looking thick as a brick, straight on your back
Dexter Fong: The Jazz Age, and Pre-human history
shoes for the dead: 44 and 69
Principalpoop: The endless war, why is that idea familiar?
cs: tele vangelist
Principalpoop: bingo
Bozo Bob: Telly Vangelis?
Dexter Fong: Poop: It's and idea that never seems to go out of style
Principalpoop: as told by rich hollywood stars
Captain Equinox: Hi I'm Jow Beets
shoes for the dead: martha's brother
Captain Equinox: *Joe*
Ralph: Yes it's like gravity. It's not just a good idea, it's The Law!
Principalpoop: the free mule I have been dreaming of
cs: one of their greatest lines, as told by
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don%27t_Crush_That_Dwarf,_Hand_Me_the_Pliers
George Stevens: But fightin's out of style...fun is where the fair's at
Rufus_T_Firetween: Review of Dwarf at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv
Principalpoop: poops on, turn on the radio
shoes for the dead: and no fair to anybody
||||||||| "I'm going to The Aviary" says uh klem, and leaves.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:33 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown."
George Stevens: It's throbbing!
DJTween: Hey E
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:33 PM and late as usual, it's TheSloth(TM), just back from Hellmouth."
Elayne: Evenin' all! Just got home from work.
Principalpoop: hi E
cs: hi el
DJTween: Dwarf and Wintergreen this evening
Dexter Fong: uh klem is going to try and fly again
PABO: Hey E, how's R?
cs: its almost week end, el
Principalpoop: dctdhmtp
Elayne: R says he's fine, PABO
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
||||||||| uh klem walks in and says "It's 9:34 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Captain Equinox: did you remember to carry de bum?
PABO: Cool
Elayne: Doing our taxes this weekend, Cat. Then working next weekend. *sigh* season...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'jaz', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:34 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
cs: oh well
Bozo Bob: I've seen Nancy.. WHAT A TOMATO!
Principalpoop: start menstrating soon
cs: but cool as a cucamonga
Principalpoop: as we know it
Elayne: Oh yay, my favorite album - thanks Tween!
PABO: But what a pear?
jaz: or sit here in the waiting room.
||||||||| uh klem leaves to catch the 9:35 PM train to Novi.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'uh klem', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:35 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
cs: all this sunshine had me out walking to store today, doing some preminary garfdening. good for brain
Principalpoop: beans, the last of the beans
||||||||| uh klem sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
shoes for the dead: bacon rind on the whistle front
DJTween: E, the current idea is to play all the FST albums one a week in order of their release
Principalpoop: snowing here cat
Elayne: Fine by me, Tween - looking forward to Bozos next week!
cs: we just ended a period of much rain
DJTween: It is a really fine album :-)
Principalpoop: you so smart
cs: Fumiyho was snowshoeing this afternoon. had a great time
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'P. Austin ', just granted probation at 9:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cs: it is, tween
Dexter Fong: Cat: Snowshoing in the garden?
DJTween: Hello Mister Austin :-)
cs: spekaing of reds and yellows, here's phil
Elayne: Evenin' Phil!
P. Austin : Am I in red?
Principalpoop: yellow river by I. P. Peculiar
DJTween: nope Phil
Bozo Bob: You're reading that in
cs: no we live a couple miles from snow covered mts.
Elayne: We have not caught you red-handled, Phil...
||||||||| 9:37 PM: L. Bill Rubbered 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!"
P. Austin : Not in red. I've forgotten the magic formula
Dexter Fong: Even tho you're not in red, Hello Mr. President
||||||||| Catherwood leads RF inside, makes a note of the time (9:38 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
George Stevens: Not even in yellow, Mr. P!
PABO: Only on the inside, Phil
Principalpoop: commie pinko martyr high school
EWeston: Not yet anyway.
DJTween: Oh,Merlynnnnnn
P. Austin : Hello everyone.
Captain Equinox: I've got your hat, Phil
Bozo Bob: Hi, P.A.!
Dexter Fong: Quick Poop, summon Merlyn, he's the only one who can turn Phil red
jaz: It's in the water, Thats why its yellow!
EWeston: Hi yah
Principalpoop: we are not worthy, kneels and bows
||||||||| 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 Art Wholeflaffer gets out at 9:38 PM.
PABO: Get the Red Magic Marker out!
cs: paging one merlyn
Elayne: Brian, please be-redden Phil!
cs: how are oona and the dogs?
P. Austin : So nice to be back in this warm environment.
Principalpoop: Open ses a me, come M
shoes for the dead: i gotta go nuke the groat clusters, the cool of too quick
PABO: ALl those Merlyns disappear
cs: yes, the ice is melting
Merlyn: ok ok
P. Austin : Oooooona is good as are all six dogs.
Elayne: What cold have you come in from, Phil? Surely not back east where I am. Spring, where is it?
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Spud Coolzip - dead from measles
||||||||| eat it - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| mklprc - dead from measles
||||||||| Dr memory - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Bill Craig - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
cs: good to hear
L. Bill Rubbered: Where ia Azure Johnny?
Art Wholeflaffer: Where the hell am I?
Principalpoop: is is wholeflaffer or holeflapper?
Dexter Fong: Art: In Fuckarewee Land
Principalpoop: hi bob Hind
P. Austin : Elayne: here on les isles des foxes
EWeston: Virtual hell doesn't satisfy?
Elayne: Excellent, Phil's now in living color!
Dexter Fong: Poop: I believe it's *wholeflaffer
jaz: Damn your fat waller..
Principalpoop: tu est rouge enfin mon ami, c'est bon
George Stevens: In medical school in mexico for a few weeks.
Dexter Fong: Alright!! Phil is now his entitled color
Art Wholeflaffer: Where did all this Blue Moss come from?
jaz: Flat Fatson
L. Bill Rubbered: Waffles with less phenomena are better.
cs: he could be the new jim carey!
P. Austin : Wow, I'm red again. Must. E a magic appearance of Merlyn.
PABO: You're blushing, Phil
Elayne: Why not ask one the definitive sources, PrinPoop, as he happens to be here? :)
||||||||| At 9:42 PM, P. Austin runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Does your vife know sis?
Elayne: Well, he WAS here...
Merlyn: pushed the wrong bottun
Principalpoop: i will go blind, talking directly to him, like taking a peep at the pope
||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving DadSir2U coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
jaz: He pressed the first brick with his own hands!
Dexter Fong: Apparently the color red runs
DJTween: What happened to Phil ??
Elayne: You ejected a founding member of The Firesign Theatre, Brian? I mean, really@!
||||||||| bibibaroque sashays in at 9:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: I just tweeted that he was in the chat :/
||||||||| Outside, the 9:43 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving P. Austin coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
cs: lol
Art Wholeflaffer: Cox? Cox? I've got something to talk to you about...
Principalpoop: he went for an ice cream, didn't you see?
George Stevens: He broke the president!
L. Bill Rubbered: Buttons made to yield to my touch...molecular touch...
cs: i knew he'd return
cs: inshallah
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Eutychus close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:43 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
P. Austin : I've returned.
Principalpoop: lost his tan again, oh M
Elayne: Ah, there you are. Oh Merlynnnnn...
Dexter Fong: You have, Phil and turned red again
cs: how are the dead?
Principalpoop: and red again, thanks be to Rod Flash
DadSir2U: good hello
Eutychus: He's communist now?
L. Bill Rubbered: That Roller Maiden stuff is spreadsing...
EWeston: There's that red hand, just in time.
Elayne: Welcome back, PA. So what's Art's last name, Holeflaffer, holeflapper, what?
Principalpoop: Barbara Bobo, oh my
jaz: Is that your Daddy's charger card?
Art Wholeflaffer: Wholeflaffer...
ferret: cheers to you Mr. Austin! :)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:45 PM and jahgust steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
PABO: How are the Dogs of Fox Island? . . . .and Beaver Teeeth?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'doctecazoid', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:45 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Jaz: That's not a chager card, that's a Daytona card
Art Wholeflaffer: Yes - Cheers to you, Phil
Principalpoop: hejsa jahgust doc
doctecazoid: i really don't think there are enough people here
jahgust: Got home early hello all!
cs: lol doc
L. Bill Rubbered: He's looking for Xeno the eclectic.
Elayne: DocTec! How are you, my dear?
P. Austin : Mr. Austin is here and glad to be here.
Rufus_T_Firetween: 3 new Firesign Books! - http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20130320.html
Dexter Fong: Hey Jah and Doc
Merciful Lee Dickens: RIGHT, JACK!
Elayne: Isn't it wonderful, Tom?
Principalpoop: we will fix that hehe
||||||||| ge||ge sneaks in around 9:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
doctecazoid: i can shout, don't hear you.
George Stevens: And we're glad you are here, Mr. austin!
Dexter Fong: Hey ge||ge
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'JaxMandrake', just granted probation at 9:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
jaz: It is six to nine or nine to six!
jahgust: Wow a 'uge group tonight!
Elayne: Any questions for Mr. Austin whilst he's here?
doctecazoid: if six was nine
DadSir2U: Cheers Mr. A
Art Wholeflaffer: This is not LIKE the Austrian self sharpening razorbacks, NO...
||||||||| Merciful Lee Dickens leaves at 9:47 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..."
: Professor Austin! Thank God you've COME! You have come, tight?
Principalpoop: we are going out and we are going to k k k k
ge||ge: Good evenning...ng..ng
Captain Equinox: Aw gee whiz, I'm sorry!
L. Bill Rubbered: We could all learn something from those Stoics in these times of artificial groat-clusters.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merciful Lee Dickens in through the front door at 9:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
JaxMandrake: good evening dear friends
cs: any more detective based projects, phil?
jaz: Got any peyote?
Dexter Fong: Hi Jax
Merciful Lee Dickens: Man, who put that celebrity trapdoor there?
Principalpoop: we hid the peyote earlier, only laughing cow cheese left
Dexter Fong: We hid the peyote in the laughing cow cheese
jahgust: Just listening to the Debit Debit Debit OZ cast! Damn funny!
George Stevens: Any chance the radio free oz shows will get the duke of madness motors treatment, Mr. austin?
doctecazoid: who owns the rights to tales of the old defective ... directive ... DETECTIVE?
L. Bill Rubbered: Mescalito has left for Tierra del Fuego...
cs: so that's why the cows are laughing
Principalpoop: no, i don't believe in flying sauces
jaz: He's no fun, he fell right over.
jahgust: What is a horse leech?
doctecazoid: watching a documentary on the cowsills right now - wow so weird
ferret: didn't I say that on the other side of the album?
JaxMandrake: ...toilet was hopelessly clogged and both of our parachutes are still at the cleaners
cs: a leech that sucks horse blood preferencially
Elayne: I saw that in the TV listings, Tom. I was fairly curious about it.
L. Bill Rubbered: They're from Nairobe, Illinois...
Principalpoop: its not from lack of bread, like the grateful dead
Elayne: Isn't everyone, L. Bill?
JaxMandrake: I thought they were the dreadful great
||||||||| Clem steps in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
P. Austin : Thanks, bri.
L. Bill Rubbered: Yes, ma'am!
ge||ge: That's Hi Jinx, meester dong!
JaxMandrake: also, the Crawford brothers will be joining us tonight - Broderick and Joan!
||||||||| Pukka steals in around 9:51 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: I thought they were a gentic project by Dr. Technical.
PABO: Maybe, FST on American Masters on PBS??
jahgust: hey The Cowsills from my home state they were! They still play locally quite often.
||||||||| Lorien waltzes in at 9:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
L. Bill Rubbered: Step on the yellow Rubbered line...
doctecazoid: nor'easter did a number of my shoulder - i think i screwed up a joint
cs: great idea, pabo
Rufus_T_Firetween: Don't Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers (at Firesign Media) - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=dctd-rv
Principalpoop: what do you mean by that?
doctecazoid: gonna have to switch to a waterpipe now
cs: i thought merl was working on a project of that sort
JaxMandrake: Phil (or Phil, or Phil, or Phil... whichever Phil you are)
doctecazoid: on my shoulder
Merciful Lee Dickens: I like that hot laughing Cowsills chick
doctecazoid: /me on third vodka tonic of the evening
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Friar Beepo', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
P. Austin : Doctec: I've got all the rights and am looking for a publisher.
Lorien: Just saw Phil P last week in Goshen Indiana
L. Bill Rubbered: Now I get it! Rabbitts, eggs: symbols of futility!
JaxMandrake: I made a couple of Firesign youtube videos, all performed by the voices in my head
Elayne: FYI, tonight's Silly Site, about to be posted on my blog: http://awkwardchatbot.com/
cs: good news, phil
jahgust: You saw Phil Pee in Goshen? Is he aware of this?
jaz: Want to know how to make an atractive bookend out of a shoe box and a brick?
cs: lucky you, Lorien
Principalpoop: won't take over the house like the high speed vibrating clock
doctecazoid: phil i think it would sell well - good luck in search for publisher!
PABO: BearManor?
Lorien: Yeah, we were standing at adjacent urinals
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:53 PM and late as usual, it's More Sugar!, just back from Billville."
jahgust: Sounds like art of the insane!
doctecazoid: bare minor
Bozo Bob: It would sell well at my house.
Pukka: Is that an aiml chat it?
JaxMandrake: jahgust: he might have seen Phil Pee ON Goshen...
L. Bill Rubbered: Now there's Hamburger Helper all over the highway in Mystic, Connecticutt.
Dexter Fong: I heard Phil pee once, like a mouse on cotton it was
Pukka: *bot
cs: a great compendium for the recent released 60s scripts
Principalpoop: close the curtain fred
Merciful Lee Dickens: Thanks for the laughs, Phil! Got every word memorized. And a horrible nervous tic. And now must away. toodles
||||||||| Around 9:54 PM, Merciful Lee Dickens walks off into the sunset...
jahgust: Catherwood fetch the hairdryer!
||||||||| Catherwood gets the hairdryer.
||||||||| Persperius sneaks in around 9:55 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
doctecazoid: money is really thin right now, gonna place orders for all the new stuff 4/1. not hot doggin ya here.
JaxMandrake: careful, merci... that sunset is hot and it might fall
L. Bill Rubbered: Not another paisly day-glo one...
Elayne: Thanks again, Tween, always a good listen.
Persperius: Made it from my own sandals!
JaxMandrake: if you push something hard enough it will fall over - Fudd's first law of opposition
Rufus_T_Firetween: http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20130320.html
Elayne: Hey everyone, stop shouting, DON'T WAKE JAZ! :)
EWeston: Has anyone got anything for an acid stomch?
L. Bill Rubbered: That's not a sunset, that's a Tzar bomb!
Elayne: Thanks for the link, Tween - I'll be going for books 2 and 3 as I already have both Big Books.
||||||||| jaz rushes off, saying "9:56 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Captain Equinox: I have Exorcism and Profiles already. Just pre-ordered Marching to Shibboleth this week.
Principalpoop: radio satirists, do they have vacuum tubes for horns on their heads?
jahgust: Yep just waiting on a postal order so I can order th books!
PABO: Bar BQ is a good read.
doctecazoid: I get mystic just holding your hand
George Stevens: Yeah, but 1 is a hardcover edition, E.
Elayne: Captain E, those are the two I'm ordering, Shibboleth is a compilation of the two books I have.
doctecazoid: (in johnny mathis voice)
jahgust: I'm very essited...
Elayne: I know, George S, but I'm too old, hardcovers hurt my hands. :)
L. Bill Rubbered: Just finished Finnegans Wake on mushrooms...
George Stevens: I hear you, Ms. e!
cs: 76? I heard it in 75
ferret: yay!
Principalpoop: rollings maidens, oki doki
Elayne: By the way folks, Tween is now playing Roller Maidens, in honor of tonight's guest.
Captain Equinox: I understand, E. I have Big Book of Plays, but never got Big Mystery Joke Book.
PABO: Big Joke Book was good, also
DJTween: Did I get the date of Roller Maidens right?
DJTween: Yeah, think I'm off by a couple of years
doctecazoid: i want shibbloeth for the new artwork. proctor does some great work, domm is a prime example
Merlyn: 1974
George Stevens: The DOMM book is just terrific.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
doctecazoid: djtween: you're having a date with a roller maiden? i'm wet with compassion.
Elayne: Well, maybe someone can get it for me as a gift. :)
cs: it is splendid, george
DJTween: heheh
Captain Equinox: First printing of Marching is in Hardcover!
L. Bill Rubbered: This Roller Maiden thing, it's not just for aliens anymore.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Some good music on this, u, beauty.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and bob bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: red greenback and the blue boys oh my
doctecazoid: the pre-orders for shibboleth have been very gratifying to track
JaxMandrake: but what time is it in Duckburg?
doctecazoid: good numbers
Principalpoop: come on jesus
PABO: Phil has a 'biggie' next month, standing on my head . . . 27?
Principalpoop: toe tapper
Elayne: Wow, 10 pee-em already. I need to detox from work. At least I Just finished dinner.
Elayne: I love you all, but I need to leave. Next week, then!
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:00 PM.
Principalpoop: night E
Dexter Fong: Night E
George Stevens: Bye E!
doctecazoid: e, glad to see you hear
cs: by el
Captain Equinox: Bye, E!
L. Bill Rubbered: Time is not quantity, but is being in time...just ask the Axis...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm
jahgust: Night E!
doctecazoid: have a gooooood eeeeeevening
EWeston: Comon Jesus!
bob: what did i miss?
L. Bill Rubbered: fare thee well...
bob: what did i miss?
doctecazoid: zip and she's gone
JaxMandrake: it's midnight in Metropolis, it's noon in Gotham, it's eight oh nine in Duckburg and it's hours since we ate, so... LEEEEEEET'S EAT!!!!
Captain Equinox: Time to go. Bye, All!
Merlyn: just open the log link bob, the whole chat is there
Pukka: The quartering of the inverse into active and passive principles... Easily missed
PABO: But clever, though .. .
Principalpoop: ciao capt
||||||||| "10:02 PM? 10:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Two Story Man should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Two Story Man enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
George Stevens: Hey, it's Coke Infante!
L. Bill Rubbered: I feel like I'm zero years old...
Principalpoop: tao me
DJTween: I was off by two years. This album was released in 1974
||||||||| Captain Equinox rushes off, saying "10:03 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Two Story Man: I was stuck on the first story.
PABO: Timeless
JaxMandrake: would ya'll believe that I've been a Firesign fan since before I was even born?
Two Story Man: So I just killed Flotsam off and got on with it on my own. What's been brewing? A brouhaha?
Dexter Fong: Sure! I was there!!
doctecazoid: off topic: propellerheads take reason to the next level ... reason 7 is in beta testing, gonna give it a whirl this weekend
ge||ge: That was Zen... THIS is tao.
doctecazoid: propellerhease.se
EWeston: With surealism you get split level, and extra corners.
Pukka: Tao me up
doctecazoid: propellerheads.se sorry
Dexter Fong: And more room for your stuff
L. Bill Rubbered: i didn't realize the timeline went back before zero, until it was revealed to me by the pyramid...you know the one...
||||||||| 10:04 PM: P Q Nukem 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!"
doctecazoid: space the final front tier
JaxMandrake: the one with the ever widening hole in it?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Phil Austin’s “Roller Maidens From Outer Space” - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
George Stevens: Anybody know if the old oz shows are available or if they will be?
||||||||| dr whiplash enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| "10:05 PM? 10:05 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Woody 1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Woody 1 enters and sits on the couch.
L. Bill Rubbered: Dat's it!
Principalpoop: hey woody
Dexter Fong: Hey Woody
DJTween: Hi Woody
ge||ge: Florida is close enough for ever W Holes
Woody 1: Helllooo!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers flurry inside, makes a note of the time (10:05 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
doctecazoid: had a hilarious conversation with lili today - she asks me if the super bowl had occurred yet (she does not follow hockey)
L. Bill Rubbered: Hoy hoy! Walter!
JaxMandrake: I hope the Magic Mushroom shows will one day be made available
cs: phil might know, george
doctecazoid: i said yeah - she remembered the ravens won
PABO: Could Wood Can
JaxMandrake: as well as the Case of the Missing Yolk and Martian Space Party on DVD
L. Bill Rubbered: When do the chicken wings arrive?
Pukka: She didnt know it was baseball?
jahgust: Yeh what Jaz sez!
doctecazoid: ergo: she does not know the super bowl has happened, but she knows who won. i love shit like that..
Merlyn: I love this bit
||||||||| Catherwood escorts deej into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:06 PM, then departs.
P Q Nukem: Are the Turks being properly representeod here? I mean is there anything to be squared away with?
Woody 1: Mr. Austin, I presume? A pleasure.
Dexter Fong: I thought the Sugar Bowl was where Porgy and Mudhead hung out
PABO: Bring The Pork Chop, God!
Principalpoop: you presume? watching top gear?
L. Bill Rubbered: Winter is caused by killing turkeys.
doctecazoid: is the internet an incarnation of w.a.l.t.e.r.?
JaxMandrake: Quid Malmborg In Plano
doctecazoid: seems like it to me
Pukka: The Tirebiters liely have a box seat
cs: prophetic horse pie joke or what?
Woody 1: This is Walter.
PABO: Plano Texas?
Dexter Fong: Doc: You're thinking of NSA
doctecazoid: i love how people encouraged to 'like' things on facebook don't have a clue their likes are being tracked
JaxMandrake: the Natural Surrealism Association?
||||||||| Catherwood leads MichaelHatton inside, makes a note of the time (10:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
L. Bill Rubbered: I hear Fat Baby Floyd ticklin' those ivories.
JaxMandrake: I'm a dedicated Surrealist!
P Q Nukem: Those Turks have a "look" about them. A most feral ethnicity.
doctecazoid: guaranteed annual year
Woody 1: I can be anyone at this point of the evening.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:09 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving subdominant coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
PABO: So many could get bored following me (?)
ge||ge: Had relatives in Plano, TX. Earlyish last century.
ferret: isn't that Pink Floyd Cramer?
doctecazoid: woody 1 can be anyone with a woody
P Q Nukem: You still are, anyone that is, this evening.
DJTween: Phil, as an occasional fan of country music I have to say you did a wonderful job with tunes on this album :)
PABO: Let alone, like--d
Dexter Fong: ferret: which one is Floyd
doctecazoid: pink uncle floyd
L. Bill Rubbered: He should crawl on to the mediant before he becomes flatted...
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Persperius - dead from the yaws
||||||||| More Sugar! - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Eutychus - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| bibibaroque - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Bozo Bob - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice
||||||||| never odd or even - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| TheSloth(TM) - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Woody 1: "Run, rabbit run."
Dexter Fong: Major reaping
doctecazoid: they're dripping like flies
Principalpoop: lotta yaws y'all
DJTween: The Reaper reapeth
PABO: The Dead are upon us
George Stevens: Switchblades and pitchforks - i played that for my kids when they were little little - always made them happy!
ferret: killed 7 with one blow
doctecazoid: i love that song
PABO: The Sitting Dead
Dexter Fong: Poop: What's yaws?
Principalpoop: what is it not?
L. Bill Rubbered: Red Greenback and the Blue Boys...
JaxMandrake: nobody died from denghi fever... this time
doctecazoid: what is it knot?
George Stevens: Doc, I agree. It's just a great song, period.
JaxMandrake: dengue fever, I correct myself
Woody 1: Can't count the times DSOTM was played.
EWeston: Nothing yellow about them!
doctecazoid: not to mention a great period song
||||||||| 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 Eyeball hat gets out at 10:11 PM.
P Q Nukem: Dead from all those Dead shows, ahhhhhhhhh, what a wat to go...
ferret: enjoyed that, but dislike country in general
doctecazoid: no doubt about it - i gotta get me another hat
Principalpoop: tween likes country and western
L. Bill Rubbered: Pardon me, I have someone to kill...very popular these days...
JaxMandrake: I'm not sure how I'll die - either I'll be shot dead by a 'fan' of my comedy or I'll die of bacon poisoning
doctecazoid: they're dead now but live on in steeereo high five...
ferret: hey Rocky, watch me pull a rabbi outta my hat!
PABO: A cool fedora, Tom?
George Stevens: Again?!
Woody 1: Played it last night on the anniversary 180gm lp. Sounded great.
doctecazoid: silly rabbi - kicks are for trids
||||||||| P Q Nukem rushes off, saying "10:13 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
JaxMandrake: oy vey
Principalpoop: shouldn;t that be yamika?
P. Austin : Ok, here I am. Ready for any questions I might have missed.
doctecazoid: wow - that's some anniversary
George Stevens: THAT takes me back, Doc!
L. Bill Rubbered: The Sounds of India, by Rabbi Shankar...
doctecazoid: what makes america ingrates?
Dexter Fong: Okay phil, First question: Where were you?
JaxMandrake: who am us anyway?
jahgust: Hey Phil! Or is Be Bop inna house?
PABO: A Pre-Birthday Best Wishes, Phil!!
ferret: ipso nomini patri....... gotta get a new hat
Principalpoop: everybody have the same dream at the same time, fire balls
P. Austin : I was somewhere.
JaxMandrake: the adventure of where were we
doctecazoid: that's some where ya got there
subdominant: probably a Tropical Paradise!
George Stevens: Phil doesn't know, he wasn't listening!
Dexter Fong: Phil: You need to be less numb and vague
P. Austin : Bebop wants to go home,
EWeston: With lots of interesting sound effects?
Principalpoop: memories, like the cobwebs in my mind, hehe
ferret: well your location kept me laughing for quite some time Mr. A
L. Bill Rubbered: Braapp!!!Eeeee... hurthday.
DJTween: Phil - Someone was asking if the mushroom plays might get the same treatment as DoM?
doctecazoid: firesign theatre or someone like them - hit or myth?
jahgust: Poor guy always gets stuck covering for Shelob.
JaxMandrake: that was me, Tween
DJTween: am I right, folks?
PABO: Somebody fart here??
Dexter Fong: Sure Tween
George Stevens: Yes, Tween. And the old oz shows.
P. Austin : Where is the Queen of the Night?
Dexter Fong snickers
jahgust: Indeed Tween!
JaxMandrake: Miss Shelob is feelin' poorly
Principalpoop: i think he said he has the rights and is looking for a publisher, maybe
doctecazoid: she's logging in now
||||||||| Catherwood enters with LiliLamont close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
PABO: E left a few minutes ago
Woody 1: Mr. Austin: You are so awesome. I'm sure you've never heard that before. "Is this the end, or is it only the beginning? No--it's the end."
Principalpoop: E left, she had a tough job, sleeping soon
Dexter Fong: Hi Lili
JaxMandrake: we're bringing the war back home
Principalpoop: hi lili
PABO: Lil, Howdy!!
jahgust: Hey Lil!
subdominant: I'm MORE than satisfied, here in Tudor Nightmare Village...
P. Austin : I'm looking for a publisher as opposed to doing it myself. Long stories and short stories.
PABO: Good to read you.
Merlyn: Phil coined "hipster"?
Dexter Fong: sub: Have you been locked in by armed mimes?
LiliLamont: Hi, guys. doc told me that Phil was lurking about and it's been a long time since I joined you. I've been spending a lot of time on twitter, being political and spouting my opinions.
PABO: Beaver Teeth, too??
cs: i'm sure there's an audience, phil
subdominant: tucked in nightly and dreaming of fortune tellers and galleons
P. Austin : Y
LiliLamont: Hi, Poop, Pabo.
PABO: A lot going on, today, Lil?
EWeston: twitter seems to be a coming thing in politics.
PABO: Thanx
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roller_Maidens_from_Outer_Space
P. Austin : Love that Lilly Lamont
jahgust: I agree with Cat. I'll buy that in a heartbeep!
doctecazoid: she is the zeitgeist babe (@zeitgeistbabe)
Woody 1: Phil:. Just say hello. It would mean alot.
L. Bill Rubbered: Hey mister! Wait for me! Name that tune...
||||||||| 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 Beet plummets into the garden at 10:19 PM.
Principalpoop: hello woody 1
Woody 1: Love you guys.
LiliLamont: Hi, Phil! EWeston, there was an item on NPR about how influential it has become. It has become a global town square.
EWeston: fine rant approaching.
P. Austin : Hey woody. Hello indeed,
LiliLamont: Phil, so good to see you here.
P. Austin : Hi Lil and Doc
doctecazoid: of course the global village has its own town square now
PABO: Spring has Sprung, finally, with everything else, I hope.
Woody 1: Woah!. Awesome. I wrote a book.
Dexter Fong: It just needs a town hipster
Principalpoop: i will become a global idiot
LiliLamont: I'm up to 923 followers on twitter and I'm a mere peasant in the twitterverse. But a peasant with a voice.
JaxMandrake: it takes a village to raise the dead
L. Bill Rubbered: The Global Village is going private...
doctecazoid: spring has sprung the grass has riz i wonder where the flowers is?
cs: good for you, woody
subdominant: hey, are they taking app's for global village idiot?
Woody 1: Thanks, cs..
P. Austin : Let's go with Spring. Can't wait. I've got seeds in the g reenshouse going.
subdominant: gotta have better benies than I got
Principalpoop: any plans to translate the albums into chinese? mandarin or whatever other? hehe
LiliLamont: Sub: That's already been taken by the GOP.
ferret: am sending a resume as we speak
EWeston: I've been posting at Media matters for about 5 years. It has a good reputation.
doctecazoid: it snowed here today - flurries but enough to stick to the bushes
JaxMandrake: GOP - God's Own Party?
George Stevens: Spring is still a bit away here in D.C. - in the 30s today :(
doctecazoid: we are on the coast, inland they still have a layer of snow on everything
Dexter Fong: Poop: No Chinese, but Esperanto
Principalpoop: i got banned from daily kos and red state, can't please anybody
L. Bill Rubbered: Ahh, Spring, when a young man's fancy turns to large-capacity ammo clips...
cs: people asked phil a question when he was gone. can anyone remember what you asked?
P. Austin : Everything,'s ready to g
DJTween: lol
doctecazoid: co-worker living near the ct/ma border showed me pix of his house - there's
ferret: thank you Mr. Austin, for tweaking my tiny brain, loved firesign then, love it now.
Woody 1: Awesome on on the greenhouse, Phil. My wife is a master gardener.
doctecazoid: oops
LiliLamont: Phil, I used to garden. had a garden in Mountain Home, Idaho when I was stationed there. And then one in Plattsburgy, NY. When I moved to CT and to Milford, there was a garden plot and my now ex seeded it with grass. Grrrr....
jahgust: I was in a banned once...
doctecazoid: co-worker still has a foot of snow where he is
cs: nonrth van is strangely sunny today. gives me sunny thoughts
MichaelHatton: What kind of seeds, Phil?
ferret: bye all.
Principalpoop: ah esperanto, tres bueno danke
subdominant: and the Ban rolled on...
JaxMandrake: phil: not a question but a notification - I made two videos of the voices in my head reciting favourite Firesign routines
Principalpoop: ciao ferret
P. Austin : Im pretty much a farmer these daze
EWeston: The Disqus system will get you onto a number of left and rightwing sites.s
LiliLamont: Bon nuit, ferret. You are leaving?
PABO: T care Ferr
L. Bill Rubbered: I have an avocado tree, in honor of Tom Selleck.
doctecazoid: got to get back to the garden
Principalpoop: in danish the phrase is that they have green fingers, rather than just green thumbs
Rufus_T_Firetween: Raising dental floss, Phil?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pukka - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Friar Beepo - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| pNose II - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| flurry - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| deej - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
doctecazoid: i live inside my head - it's cramped but cozy
JaxMandrake: Phil isn't Frank Zappa, Rufus
PABO: If I can only keep the deer out of the garden
cs: I'm reading Too Much Magic by James Howard Kunstler now. If he's right, we'll all have to become farmers again
Rufus_T_Firetween: ah...
LiliLamont: Rufus, i don't think he's in Montana.
cs: My parents couldn't wait to leave the farm, but always gardened.
jahgust: Phil reaps and sows...like the night!
L. Bill Rubbered: There's gardens, and there's Hell...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Expecting a breakdown in society, cease?
Principalpoop: milk comes from a carton, and spinich from a can
JaxMandrake: Hellmouth, CA
LiliLamont: Based on the price of chicken coops at Williams-Sonoma, I think yu have to have bucks to be a farmer. At least an urban farmer.
doctecazoid: i bought the restored finnegan's wake recently - pulled out my old 'skeleton key' and 'readers guide' vols - intend to get through the tome before i die
subdominant: got me some Jimson weed growin' down by the road
jahgust: I'm with Cat on that one...matter of time it seems...
cs: you might be better serverd writing your own book, doc
Dexter Fong: Doc: After you finish Finegans, you might try the Rosetta Stones
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm reading FW backwards and upside-down this time.
P. Austin : Pumpkins, corn, ornamental corn, peas, beans, Scarlett runners ( also beans) peas chives, pinto beans, burgundy beans,
ge||ge: Good by Fair Root.
JaxMandrake: I've written my own book but I need a publisher
doctecazoid: wow, that's impressive phil
Merlyn: ready for the zombie apocalypse
Principalpoop: wow, no tomatoes?
LiliLamont: There is a new book out that was reviewed on NPR, The DrunkenBotanist, about plants that are used to make alcohol in its various guises.
doctecazoid: hope the crop is good this season
George Stevens: Well, it's been fun, all. Thanks for allowing me to participate. Mr. Austin, i owe you more than I can ever repay. Grid bless you! Good night!
||||||||| George Stevens leaves to catch the 10:27 PM train to Philadelphia.
Principalpoop: ciao george
jahgust: Wow the salads must look trippy!
doctecazoid: he left, bye geoege
Dexter Fong: Night Mr. Stevens
EWeston: By George.
LiliLamont: Pinto beans? I'm so used to buying them dried in one pound bags.
TMC27: Hiya friends, what time is it where you are? It's 7:28 in Seattle!
L. Bill Rubbered: Mustard greens, the crinkly kind...
doctecazoid: by the gorge
cs: by george
Woody 1: Phil: I can pick your voice out of the many of the Firesign Crew. My condolences for your friend back in last March.
cs: stay curious
PABO: Later, George . .
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, what time is it
||||||||| Catherwood says "It's precisely 10:28 PM!"
P. Austin : Night George. Loved your dad 's films
||||||||| Symptom 6 enters at 10:29 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
jahgust: By George...I've got it!
Principalpoop: loved your sister connie
doctecazoid: lol phil - yeah great legacy there
Dexter Fong: YOu certainly have
JaxMandrake: it's been so long since my last trip to Shoplifter's Market
EWeston: 7:28 in Port Orchard, Strange how that time thingie works.
doctecazoid: and brother ray
Principalpoop: lol
Dexter Fong: But you'll always be the kingfish to me
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens From Outer Space - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
P. Austin : Woody: thx. That guy is dead, it turns out. Very sad
Woody 1: Loved Peter.
L. Bill Rubbered: Loved those sexy rollermaidens...
JaxMandrake: this week's specials: squirrel squares from road ready flat snax, velcro macaroni (sticks to the outside of your ribs) and stupid belgian waffle hats
TMC27: Got it on vinyl, should buy it on CD too...
Symptom 6: News News News: I just did an interview with the famous Mr. Austin.
L. Bill Rubbered: My mother actually ate squirrel.
Dexter Fong: Jax: Got any Spectral wafers?
Principalpoop: lucky rocky
subdominant: Flaming Death Squirrel!
cs: peter's recorded brilliance lives on. few can say that
P. Austin : Ooooona did the visuals for squirrel squares
jahgust: Phil, Phil P. has been talking about dreaming of Peter lately. Have you had any visitations as such?
EWeston: I loved those hats. They deserved a chatper in the Koma Sutra.
Symptom 6: It will air on WBAI-FM, NY and stream live on WBAI.org on March 31st
LiliLamont: Tom and I met Peter's daughter, Lily, last year. She looks just like her dad, except she has hair and she's pretty. And very smart.
doctecazoid: nice job on those visuals
Principalpoop: country people, city people, everybody come
TMC27: Oh Snap, Lilly ;)
JaxMandrake: sold out of spectral wafers and sanitary napkin rings
doctecazoid: the conversation between my dad and lily was priceless
Dexter Fong: Symptom: What will air on BAI?
cs: lol. very true lili. we shared breakfast last spring in kirkland.
doctecazoid: dad's a dyed in the wool conservative - lily is not - it was a great point/counterpoint exchange
cs: i look forward to a world with her contributions to it.
DJTween: Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies beefheart in through the front door at 10:33 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
PABO: Hope BAI gets their studio, after flooding from Sandy
doctecazoid: hey captain
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:33 PM and JoeBob waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Symptom 6: I hope you all tune in on early Sunday morning 1-3 AM (late Sat night)
JaxMandrake: btw, anyone who isn't aware: radiofreeoz.com seems to be gone
Woody 1: That ususally happens with the ones you love. They stay in your life and dreams.
Principalpoop: capt beefheart, that is a blast from the past
JoeBob: mmmm...yummy grape...
Symptom 6: We had a wide ranging discussion about all things Firesign!!
beefheart: Hello Bozos
doctecazoid: i saw you baby dancin' in your x-ray gingham dress
JoeBob: Captain Beefheart is from my town! Lancaster, CA!
LiliLamont: Pardon me, boys. Is that the vodka tonic choo-choo? BRB.
doctecazoid: i knew you were under duress
TMC27: Sadness on the domain expiration.
doctecazoid: i knew you were under your dress
subdominant: hello beefmeister
JaxMandrake: take your hand out from under my duress
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'OrpheusStain', just granted probation at 10:34 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Symptom 6: We will also be avilable on the WBAI.org archives for 2 weeks after air date
subdominant: Orpheus!
Principalpoop: its a knick-knack miss Paddywack, give the dog a loan
jahgust: Jax i still subscribe to the podcast as the money goes to Lily and they have unearthed some great gems!
TMC27: Mr Austin: I heard your album cover for Roller Maidens inspired David Bowie. True?
Woody 1: Bless you, Phil. You and your crew has given me and my friends so much to remember.
OrpheusStain: 'ello all.
Dexter Fong: Symp: What broadcast are you talking about
DJTween: Symptom 6: We had a wide ranging discussion about all things Firesign!! << is there a link to a podcast you can post?
doctecazoid: it comes as no surprise that beefheart fans are also firesign fans
P. Austin : Was at a party years ago with Beefheart, where he complained about music too loud, because he was so sensitive.
L. Bill Rubbered: Nice tits, Phil.
Principalpoop: lool
subdominant: Meanwhile, Cthulu sleeps
Symptom 6: Upcoming on the radio in NY 99.5 FM
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Art wholeflaffer into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:35 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Unusual for a rock musician
doctecazoid: i think he really found his true calling with his artwork
jahgust: Oh Bill!
TMC27: I guess it just depends on what side of the speakers you are on...
beefheart: If you want to remove unwanted guests, or get the cops called, put on some Beefheart
cs: did you get to know mrs invention mother better than the party you alude to in the blog post?
doctecazoid: tmc27: lol
DadSir2U: wbai dot org
TMC27: or Zappa, yup!
jahgust: A little Dachau Blues never hurt anybody...oh wait a minute...
OrpheusStain: heh
Symptom 6: http://archive.wbai.org/morning Dew
Principalpoop: i was not allowed to play kraftwork when my college apt mates were home
doctecazoid: caught a beefheart documentary snippet - jimmy carl black saying zappa aspired to be an artist while beefheart really was one
doctecazoid: got a kick out of that dis
L. Bill Rubbered: O blinding light, O light that blinds, I cannot see, Look out for me...
TMC27: Why? repressed feeling for their calculator?
doctecazoid: youtube has the beefheart in doc segmented form
EWeston: I prefer the Bonzo Dog Band myself.
doctecazoid: oops
subdominant: god bless Medical Marijuana
doctecazoid: youtube has that beefheart doc in segmented form
JaxMandrake: I have to say this: if it wasn't for Peter Bergman, I may not have learned of Greg Proops' podcasts
Principalpoop: they preferred brick house and waylon jennings
doctecazoid: oooh neil and viv - legendary
cs: was peter on a poop cast?
L. Bill Rubbered: I learned to think non-linearly from the Firesigns...
TMC27: yeah, trying to find the connection
OrpheusStain: If it werent for Jax ^ & this chat I wouldnt have known either
JaxMandrake: peter was present at a proopcast - only in the audience
TMC27: aha
Principalpoop: audio lsd, yes indeed
jahgust: Jax I also like Harry Shearers Le Show...
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Two Story Man - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| ferret - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Eyeball hat - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
beefheart: Do the Firesign guys appear here? I wanted to thank them for all the time I wasted listening to their albums.
cs: wish he had more with bergman after the peter paul and harry show
Dexter Fong: @ demonic possessions
Dexter Fong: 2
cs: beefheart, phil is here now
Merlyn: Austin is here now, beefheart
Principalpoop: they are in red when they visit in the list above, P. Austin is here right now, beef
OrpheusStain: oh no GLOBNER'S Disease! *puts his shoes on the opposite feet*
beefheart: Cool. Thanks Austin!
JaxMandrake: Phil Yamamoto represent!
L. Bill Rubbered: My wife saw them in Houston. She only lived there 1 month.
EWeston: Neil did a solo tour a year or so ago, and no one told me, wah.
JoeBob: Time listening to the Firesign Theatre is NEVER wasted! LOL
TMC27: that's right JoeBob!
doctecazoid: yeah lili and i usually catch harry each week , kcrw stream - i tweeted him about the nyt article this week: fukushima outage this week caused by rat gnawing on control panel innards
cs: very true, jow
Woody 1: Phil: Happy Firesign Day. It's past St. Patty's, so what the hell.
jahgust: yeh man Austin is over there tying one on with Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear jahgust
TMC27: Phil: Some of the refreences in your work I didn't get until YEARS later
Symptom 6: Hi Phil, Thanks for spending the time with us on WBAI-FM
beefheart: Sorry. Typo. I was wasted.
subdominant: Seem Sulla-BEEM
cs: is that the broadcast you alude to, 6?
doctecazoid: hassan CHOP
Symptom 6: yes YesYES
L. Bill Rubbered: I really related to the dismantling of Morescience High...
TMC27: Lillian Roth for example (being one of your younger listeners)
doctecazoid: znochki?
Principalpoop: Make me behave hehe
JoeBob: Is WBAI going to survive?
EWeston: I've been bad and I know it.
JaxMandrake: I have an mp3 player loaded with Firesign and other comedy that I play all night every night
Dexter Fong: We know it too, yet we forgive you
Symptom 6: We are doing all we can, but it's really despirate
cs: i went to a high school in la that actually was a falling apart motel, called Montclair.
Woody 1: Damn. I'm out of gin. So now I guess I have to drink beer.
cs: very much like this high school
LiliLamont: I step away for a minute to refresh my vodka tonic, catch a cat peeing on the rug and have to clean that, and then I finally get back here and i have no fucking clue what is going on. The story of my life.
doctecazoid: all firesign all the time, the all firesign channel. comin' up next: znotchki!
TMC27: I love the layered references. So much more depth than other types of comedy or radio :)
Symptom 6: we are on the verge of losing the transmitter
cs: but we have log lili. not like life
L. Bill Rubbered: Hey, this crap might be permanent!
Principalpoop: the masochist says 'Hurt me" and the sadist says "Nooooo"
doctecazoid: woody: this is why we (lili and i) make it a point to hit the package store before they close!
subdominant: geez, Symptom 6, that sounds so FINAL
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Merciful Lee Dickens inside, makes a note of the time (10:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
doctecazoid: idea for new web site: the log of life
LiliLamont: good point, Cat.
JaxMandrake: including of course, the entire Duke of Madness Motors series (the DVD/book set was the last thing I bought with my credit card before I overlimited)
Symptom 6: This is not a drill
JoeBob: I heard about the problems...If I weren't up to my ass in debt... :(
||||||||| ao waltzes in at 10:44 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: this is not a movie, this is reality
doctecazoid: joebob: we sympathize!
Symptom 6: Morning Dew has been on the air for more than 20 years....
L. Bill Rubbered: I hear you've been having trouble with pigs and ponies.
subdominant: never surrender
Merciful Lee Dickens: Had to come back to say thanks for playing this! First time I've ever heard it and it's brilliant! Just bought a copy of it. Muchas gracias an' jit.
doctecazoid: if this is not a drill, what power tool is it?
JaxMandrake: what is reality? reel one and reel two - not necessarily in that order
Principalpoop: here's little jesus, here
Principalpoop: 's the devil
Dexter Fong: Encore Tween
ge||ge: Even all volunteer radio stations need about $50,000/year even "hear" in Austin
jahgust: Ah well tis time for me to prepare for somnambula. Early morning here on the East. Gnight all. Hey Phil say hey to Oona for me, the guy with the hat!! Much Love!
LiliLamont: And reality sucks. but I heard today that guys in the service are being told to embrace the suck. In other words, deal with it.
TMC27: 1974... I was 1 year old
Dexter Fong: Encore
doctecazoid: on corps
EWeston: A lefthand mobious buffer
||||||||| jahgust rushes off, saying "10:46 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
L. Bill Rubbered: and here's the drummer boy...SOLO!
subdominant: yay!
Principalpoop: i loved that senator yelling at the generals the other day, oh my
doctecazoid: bye jag
LiliLamont: Geez, TMC, you're younger than my daughter!
doctecazoid: more cowbell
TMC27: I just turned 40 :)
Woody 1: Phil: How many releases do you have? I'm counting 21 that I own. Hope this isn't boring.
Principalpoop: dog wants out, and the temp is 22, bbl
L. Bill Rubbered: Fifty-cent bar scotch...
P. Austin : Let me just say: FST folks are the smartest and funniest of all so -called fans. We share a sense of humor and a shared world.
JaxMandrake: I was born in 1978 and I'm pretty sure I've been enjoying the Firesign Theatre since 1970
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:47 PM and late as usual, it's Joe Bender, just back from Billville."
DJTween: Who you callin' a dummie?
TMC27: Yup, Jax!
PABO: Thanx
subdominant: honey, they're in EVERYBODY'S eggs...
Woody 1: I agree.
cs: we are honoured and awed by that, phil
TMC27: I had a run in with a time machine, and thus the confusion
Principalpoop: I resemble that remark hehe
TMC27: Thanks Phil!
L. Bill Rubbered: The Firesign are merely vehicles...archetypes...
OrpheusStain: /me is a 1983 vintage.... and I still love FST.
DJTween: Phil can you give us some background on this interview?
doctecazoid: ft showed me a way of regarding the world that afflicts - affects me to this day. i am forever grateful.
L. Bill Rubbered: Yeah, t'anks, Phil!
JaxMandrake: Phil, you have actually said the funniest line I've ever heard
doctecazoid: what plane am i on?
Woody 1: FT is the greatest. Far surpasses any.
||||||||| shaxmatist steals in around 10:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
TMC27: astral plane
cs: any what, wood?
JaxMandrake: from the Three Faces of Al - "He shot herself!"
EWeston: An astral plane that was never meant to fly.
LiliLamont: Phil, experience is a great teacher, but it helps if a base is established. I have found that I am far more literary and downright pedantic than a lot of younger folks, even Yalies. I've had Yale resident shrinks that didn't get any of the literary references I made, like referring to having Walter Mitty dreams. It's very discouraging.
doctecazoid: one that sticks with me from eobe: "i only tell the truth, or i lie.,.. heh, just lyin' ..." fucking brilliant i tellya
L. Bill Rubbered: They're The Beatles of comedy...yet, it transcends comedy.
Dexter Fong: Jax: Thaat has long been one of my favorites. too
doctecazoid: and another that resonates with me, being from southwest connecticut: "i hate rich people ... i hate them and their stupid problems." truer words have never been spoken.
L. Bill Rubbered: That's right...rah, rah, rah...
TMC27: eat it raw!
LiliLamont: FYI, all: I get my health care from the VA where the docs in training are from Yale Med school.
TMC27: damn, bad timing on that one..
JaxMandrake: in the words of Rev. Bill Barnstormer, "say thank you for that"
Symptom 6: I'll keep everyone updated as editing progresses
doctecazoid: bad timing ... a sensual obsession, or just par for the course?
Woody 1: Why do you give me hell, cs? I guess I can' take a joke. From you at least. No offense.
TMC27: Phil: ever consider moving to WA or CO, if you know what I mean?
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm from Nairobe, ma'am...isn't everyone?" really resonates...
||||||||| 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 LB Inc falls out at 10:52 PM.
cs: lol tmc
TMC27: It's like little secret messages I can send out to see if people are in the know
doctecazoid: ah, a corporate representative - l.b. inc.
TMC27: tee hee ;)
LiliLamont: My, we have quite a crowd here tonight. Has Elaine been through yet?
TMC27: "He's no fun, he fell right over' usually gets a response
L. Bill Rubbered: General Curtis Goatheart...I love it!
EWeston: Phil and Ona do spend part of the year in Wa.
Merciful Lee Dickens: WACO
Dexter Fong: Been here and left lili
subdominant: Leonard Bernstein is in the room
JaxMandrake: Franklin Delano Waco?
TMC27: land phil
ge||ge: Elaine has come and gone. See the log for her pith.
Symptom 6: general doolittle
Merciful Lee Dickens: Foulminded little pervert
DJTween: Yes Lili, E was here earlier
JaxMandrake: guess it's because of all the chickens I've been straightening lately
LiliLamont: Okay, I'll read it later. thanks.
Dexter Fong: Who you callin' little
Woody 1: Love you, Phil, and I love sleep as well. It was a pleasure and honor to
doctecazoid: jax: lol
L. Bill Rubbered: The Feds played Tibetan Buddhist chants to drive Koresh crazy. That whole scenario is good fodder for new material, no?
doctecazoid: that must really take a lot outta ya
Woody 1: spend time with you tonight.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RF - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Lorien - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Art wholeflaffer - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merciful Lee Dickens: I think I see what you mean
ge||ge: So which of the 3 new books should I buy thirst?
JaxMandrake: ge||ge: all of them
Symptom 6: dead from the Dead
JaxMandrake: I would buy them all but I need fundage
L. Bill Rubbered: Love you Firesign people, for what it's worth...about a quarter.
Woody 1: Night words of wisdom?
doctecazoid: ge||ge: depends - do you own old copies of either big book of plays or joke book?
TMC27: That's not much
Dexter Fong: Keep your lights on?
subdominant: heartfelt Phil
ge||ge: Doesn't that violate some law of inpenitrability?
Woody 1: No.
doctecazoid: interpenetrability?
ge||ge: I have in my presence Big Mystery Joke Book
doctecazoid: try saying that five times, fast - after two martunis
Woody 1: Can't sleep with lights on. Hopefully from Phil.
JaxMandrake: I have a copy of the big mystery joke book - laminated - hardly ever opened
subdominant: lord is there no end to the unknown?
Dexter Fong: Doc: Try saying that two times fast after five martinis
Rufus_T_Firetween: 3 New Firesign Books! - http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/20130320.html
TMC27: I'm so glad they're being reprinted.
JaxMandrake: *drinks five martinis* tha too tines farts...
shaxmatist: tell us a story of how you initially encountered FS ... unless you are a roller maiden
doctecazoid: ge||ge: shibbolets contains all the material in big book of plays and big joke book, in a new package
LiliLamont: Speaking of penitrability, I think I'm going to head upstairs and read "Sex at Dawn." doc and I are reading it and are going to a book club discussion this weekend in NJ. so I need to do some serious reading before then.
Woody 1: Something hilarious to remember,
cs: i was the same way about being awed by the amount of stuff to read.
cs: still am
doctecazoid: exorcism and profiles contain material that has not seen the light of day in any printed form (afaik)
L. Bill Rubbered: Antelope Freeway 1 mile (dead deer)...
Principalpoop: sex at dawn, spoiler, the butler did it
LiliLamont: Cat, are you referring to being in a book club, or just in general?
Merciful Lee Dickens: drinking? no, occifer. i only had tee martoonis.
||||||||| TroutMaskBob sashays in at 10:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
TMC27: haha Priniple!
L. Bill Rubbered: Antelope Freeway 1/2 mile (dead deer)...
JaxMandrake: I'm not so think as you drunk I am
TroutMaskBob: Hey in there.
subdominant: Antelope Freeway 1/8th mile
Woody 1: Whoah! This place is booming with Phil in the room.
TMC27: heya, TMB :)
L. Bill Rubbered: Antelope Freeway 1/4 mile (dead deer)...
cs: no when i became interested in reading, only after 1st grade teacher read us curious george at term's end, all i ever wanted to do was read
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Canterbury Interview - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
TroutMaskBob: What great knockers. Wait...
JoeBob: Good Ol' Antelope Freeway! Spent many a wonderful hour on there...
Woody 1: Bee back with a beer.
doctecazoid: and on that note (is that high c or vitamin d?), i too must get some shuteye - full day on tap tomorrow, and working to get the firesale store updated late tuesday night followed by 8-ball league wednesday night has left me a little sleep deprived
LiliLamont: Poop, there is another book which is the antithesis, called "Sex at Dusk" that refutes the premises laid out in "Sex at Dawn." No wonder Americans are so fucked up about sex. We don't know what to believe or know.
subdominant: Beer Whiz Beer
JaxMandrake: I was beat over the head with a book club
||||||||| Zen Cosmos enters at 10:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts umm-a-gumma into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:59 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: ciao doc, lili
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| starbrander sashays in at 11:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: rosie wears my ring, lili hehe
TroutMaskBob: It's just this little chromium switch here.
doctecazoid: we are sooooo pavlovian ... nytol (zzzzz.....................
L. Bill Rubbered: Apparently, the butler did it.
||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 11:00 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
TMC27: heya, anyone online now that worked on the Firezine?
cs: not curious george, dr. doolittle. the idea that i could read a book and learn to talk to a different species. what's not to persue there?
subdominant: I'm such a CHROMIUM robot cranium
PABO: Later Tom and Lil
JaxMandrake: I must depart as well, dear friends
cs: by tom and lili
||||||||| "Hey TroutMaskBob!" ... TroutMaskBob turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:01 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
umm-a-gumma: uummm, noah
Principalpoop: reading is magical, so is audio and many things
Dexter Fong: Night Doc....and Lili soon
starbrander: Howdy, Seekers
subdominant: noah EASTerly
Principalpoop: ciao jax
Merciful Lee Dickens: yep, i'm jettisoning, too. i mean it this time. thanks, DJT
umm-a-gumma: high night all
EWeston: Cripples on the radio!
JaxMandrake: and remember... uhm....
Woody 1: "Where do you go when your toad away?"
LiliLamont: Au revoir, all. and good night, sweet prince, wherever the fuck you are.
||||||||| "11:02 PM? I'm late!" exclaims LiliLamont, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Principalpoop: say hi to pip, bye dickens
||||||||| "Hey Merciful Lee Dickens!" ... Merciful Lee Dickens turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:02 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
shaxmatist: Whatever happened to Duckman circa 1966?
cs: great seeing you here again, lili
EWeston: Cleveland
JoeBob: Wave to all and remember: "Six Quarts to Santa Barbara!"
JaxMandrake: btw, Phil... if I ever find a girlfriend and get married, I make this solemn promise to name my firstborn Doctor Memory
TMC27: is this audio contained in Duke of Madness? Sounds like it
Principalpoop: give my regards to broadway
starbrander: Hope Lil Don't Step On My Tomatoes
DJTween: lol
Dexter Fong: For those listening to Tweeny's broadcast: I first heard the Goon shows in the late 1950's when they were broadcast over Canadian radio
TMC27: poor kid ;)
||||||||| Catherwood leads dmax into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:03 PM, then departs.
L. Bill Rubbered: Alberquerque wasn't built in a day...
starbrander: I Have A Corn On One Of Them
cs: not true, about legalization here. this isnt washington
Principalpoop: ahh, no ahh effect ahh
EWeston: It was because of the unions.
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
Zen Cosmos: anybody here familiar with ZBS-Jack-Ruby, etc ?
cs: how do you brand a star? they're already hot.
L. Bill Rubbered: Twinkies return with a vengeance, now with pot added...
Principalpoop: alberquerque wasn't spelt in a day
starbrander: Somewhat, Been To The Museum
TMC27: sorry no, Zen
cs: was peter the most ad parody generating of the firesigns?
L. Bill Rubbered: Albu?
starbrander: With An Ice Pick, But You Have To Work Quickly
Dexter Fong: Cat: You first copyright the name, then you roll out a national name recognition campaign
Principalpoop: ads are a basic construct of american culture
shaxmatist: Where can I get Roller Maidens?
starbrander: But You Have To Work Quickly, I Use An Ice Pick
L. Bill Rubbered: The United Snakes of Amerika...
DJTween: Just a moment, shax
Principalpoop: us corp, we own the idea of ideas
starbrander: Obams=a's House?
cs: not just america, poop
Zen Cosmos: perhaps this will jog a memory--The Fourth Tower of Inverness
TMC27: shaxmatist: Laugh.com
TMC27: other places? don't know
Rufus_T_Firetween: Roller Maidens - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rm-ln
subdominant: I am certainly of a diverse temper...
Rufus_T_Firetween: click on the laugh.com link
Principalpoop: linguists more than anything, bilingual, trilingual hehe
shaxmatist: thank you ... it's not on iTunes ..
TMC27: cunning ;)
Rufus_T_Firetween: Probably available through other vendors as well
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Looper in through the front door at 11:07 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
ge||ge: @shax I bought mine from Laugh.com
cs: ooo, a time traveller
starbrander: Yes I Am....
TMC27: going to look at the other rooms, and then head to bed. night all!
L. Bill Rubbered: goodbye all...
Dexter Fong: Night TM
||||||||| TMC27, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
starbrander: Happy Pillows
Dexter Fong: Night L.Bill
EWeston: A dylexic balck smith?
Woody 1: "Is this the end or the beginning. No--it's the end."
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Peter Interviews Cass Eliot - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Principalpoop: what was the movie with the big white room, robert duvall and it was number
DJTween: This is from Nov '67
starbrander: Look Ma, No Ham Sandwiches
DJTween: THX xxx
dmax: THX1138
subdominant: THX1138
||||||||| TMC27 has arrived at the appointed hour of 11:09 PM.
Principalpoop: lool
DJTween: Lucas's first movie
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| beefheart - dead from measles
||||||||| Symptom 6 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| MichaelHatton - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| dr whiplash - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ao - dead from the yaws
||||||||| LB Inc - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
TMC27: did you see the student version?
Principalpoop: tmc27 made me think of it hehe
TMC27: was in the deluxe set.
TMC27: must ckeck log now
Principalpoop: i needed the student version, to make sense of it, as I recall
Principalpoop: no, that was clockwork orange, and where eagles dare
Woody 1: I still have the Proctor & Bergman interview on Comics Only on VHS. Excellent.
subdominant: is there a Cliff's Notes for this?
PABO: Hold the door, please, . . . . exiting for the night, thanks all
cs: by pabo
starbrander: Adios, Pabo
Principalpoop: bye pabo
TMC27: Lucas even remasted THX to make it look overcroweded in some scenes. REally weird
Woody 1: Night.
TMC27: night PABO
TMC27: do some pushups before bed!
Principalpoop: throw a towel over it
Dexter Fong: And throw a towel over it too
Dexter Fong: lol Poop
Woody 1: ha
Principalpoop: 2 towels
Dexter Fong: O rone bath sheet
TMC27: goodnight folks!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Neno into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:13 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: Night TM
Principalpoop: night 27
||||||||| TMC27 is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 11:13 PM.
starbrander: A Suit For a Nudist Muslim?
EWeston: see yah
ge||ge: Hope to see ya' next week TMC27
Dexter Fong check Nino to see where Neno comes from
Zen Cosmos: March 30 is Int'l. Table Top Gaming Day--find a card table near you and DON'T play PC, video or online games be retro....
Dexter Fong: Georgia
Principalpoop: savannah is a pretty town
cs: on your mind, dex?
Principalpoop: board games? what a concept
starbrander: All The Slimy Moss
Dexter Fong: Rainy nights, Cat
Principalpoop: get the midnight train
starbrander: And The Stuff That Hangs From The Tree
shaxmatist: Many years ago, FT was my "litmus test" for finding friends. Now, no tengo amigos ... like Deputy Dan
Woody 1: JP Double Bubble popped when the gum went to his heart.
cs: vegas on my mind mostly.
subdominant: I want to touch the meteorite that fell to earth in Gardena
Dexter Fong: Espanish Moss Flys
Rufus_T_Firetween: Get the latest FST release Duke Of Madness Motors at - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-rv
Rufus_T_Firetween: Click on the link to the Firesale Store
Principalpoop: start quoting firesign in any real book store and you will find new friends
subdominant: haha poop, I'm still looking for that REAL book store...
Principalpoop: like making bear stew, first kill a bear
Zen Cosmos: looking forward to going into hock to buy the past via FT new books...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Al Atlas Interview 3/70 - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
cs: it is good for you, zen
Principalpoop: steve reeves
Woody 1: You bet. Will look for the books.
cs: expo 70. i remember them riffing about that on an hour hour show.
subdominant: I've been in hock for quite some time
cs: this may be one of them
Beet: I want to meet a Roshi
Zen Cosmos: anybody actually seen Comet PANSTARRS I'm clouded out with gale winds, sleet, and nearby snow...??
Principalpoop: no, i don't believe in flying saucers
Dexter Fong: I bhelieve in them, but they lie a lot
EWeston: What about flying hocky pucks?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rusty Saueblyde in through the front door at 11:20 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cs: beet go to japan.
Principalpoop: gotta have faith in sumting
subdominant: Always looking for tenure-track faculty here at the Razoblade Dingbat School of Widespread Misconceptions
Beet: love to
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:20 PM and looper steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: I believe in Kiksave Andabeuty
ge||ge: Wish I could multi-task. Can't. So its Al Atlas fer now.
Zen Cosmos: I specialize in out of context inserted memes...bwahahahah
Joe Bender: This show streams until what time? (Heard it first time around, but that was before all my classmates looked like my grandparents.)
DJTween: Usually 8-around 10
DJTween: CST
cs: different every week joe
Joe Bender: thnx :-)
DJTween: We have a special guest this week :)
Woody 1: My brother used to move plates around in the yard and told me they were flying saucers and I believed him. I was 7 years old.
Principalpoop: tibetians groove on snow
Dexter Fong: A different Joe every week
cs: thats why you wrote a book, woody
cs: weird memories have to be recorded
DJTween: lol
Woody 1: HA! Perhaps so.
Zen Cosmos: does anyone ever goggle google....plex that is??
DJTween: Well, America thought Saddam Hussein attacked NYC. I guess that means we have the mentality of 7 year olds
Dexter Fong: Not all of us Tween
cs: "america" being defined as the uninformed
subdominant: can I get Duluth on it?
Beet: Insult to 7 year olds
Dexter Fong: Just some Texans
Principalpoop: firesign was a breakout in boston, huh
starbrander: No, Texasses
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Neno - dead from measles
||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| PABO - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| P. Austin - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| JoeBob - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| umm-a-gumma - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| dmax - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Looper - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shaxmatist: Mundane as it may be, what was your first FS experience? Mine was Dear Friends
Dexter Fong: Now there's a major reaping
DJTween: Including Mr. Austin
subdominant: damn I'm still alive...
Principalpoop: nice mix too
starbrander: I'm Still Alive!
Zen Cosmos: my hgh school counselor once told me I was 16 yo chronologically, 21 physically, 33 intellectually and 5 emotionally and I wouldn't OKAY until these all caught up with each other....
DJTween: anybody want to hear another interview?
Woody 1: "Some cowboy in Texas starts his own war in Iraq." John Prine
DJTween: P&B interviewed by Dr. Demento
EWeston: Not Insane, while in the Fillipines, with VP-1
DJTween: Well said, Mr. Prine
Joe Bender: I don't remember most of this. (I used to do drugs in the '60's) (Now I don't care what the temperature is)
Dexter Fong: Shax: YOu must have been there quite early, and what are you doing in S.Korea
DJTween: OK, one more interview
starbrander: I'm Beginning To Believe"Everything" Was Right
Zen Cosmos: I'm from Texas and its a little known fact we hold grudges and Saddam tried to assassinate H's Daddy, a big Texas no-no and that its the real reason we went to war in Iraq.....
Woody 1: Check out Prine's "Some Humans ain't Human." The lyrics from which the above come.
DJTween: possible, but remember control of the oil
starbrander: Damn Straight.....
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Dr. Demento Interviews Proctor & Bergman - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Beet: Finally the truth comes out!
Dexter Fong: Zen: Understood, but you shouldn't have dragged the rest of us into it
Principalpoop: it was the gas, I saw night of the condor
cs: much of this is stuff i got from former firesign archivist michael packer. i'm glad this is getting out
starbrander: We Are Leaders In Texas....You Followed
cs: buddy de morte is older than i recall
Principalpoop: thank you again cat, and tween
shaxmatist: Quiz time! How many and which languages did FS portray on their albums?
Zen Cosmos: awaiting the half season premiere of Dr. Who...9 days to go!
Beet: Unwilling Followers
DJTween: yw P
starbrander: 2
DJTween: There are lots of things to like about Texas. The Bush family is not one of them
Woody 1: Latin. Spanish?
starbrander: French And Firesignish
cs: lol tween
cs: ive heard nothing but good things about austin, tween
ge||ge: Thank yew.
starbrander: Freaks Like It....Freakwatchers Too
Dexter Fong: Thank yew!
cs: well, since lbj died
Woody 1: Pick from a dozen. Shit.
Dexter Fong: and Ann Richards was not re-elected
shaxmatist: Hint: "Don't you want to count the elevator boy?"
starbrander: LBJ Ain't Dead, Just Plenty Ripe
Zen Cosmos: the Bushes were considered carpet bsggers fro back East when they showed up in Midland trying to act like respectable wildcatters a real joke....
Dexter Fong: No! He's an illegal immigrant
Woody 1: Heh. Good one.
Principalpoop: filipino too
ge||ge: @shax That is the one bit our family repeats most often.
starbrander: Bear Wizz Beer.....Ahhhhh
cs: not too creamy
subdominant: son, it's in the water
Principalpoop: terrier water, from the sparkling innards of a terrier
Woody 1: So talented. Night folks.
Dexter Fong: Nght Woody
Principalpoop: ciao woody
starbrander: Later, Woody
cs: by wood. sell trees
||||||||| Woody 1 departs at 11:34 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Zen Cosmos: well nice lurking...see ya next Thor's day (isn't he Marvel-ous)
EWeston: Yow by
Principalpoop: and the low desert area
Principalpoop: cosmo ciao
starbrander: Later Zen
||||||||| Zen Cosmos leaves to catch the 11:34 PM train to Seattle.
||||||||| P. Austin strides in at 11:35 PM with Danny Vanilla badgering him for an interview; since he has no badgers, Catherwood forcibly escorts Danny Vanilla out the door.
cs: hi phil
Principalpoop: he returns
Dexter Fong: WB Phil
starbrander: Hi Phil
Principalpoop: and red already
DJTween: Heeees baaaaaack....
Dexter Fong: Re-read
P. Austin : Gone so long due to family stuff. Back now
cs: it is almost april, poop
DJTween: wb Phil :-)
cs: hope family is all well, phil
Dexter Fong: Gone so long it seems like back to me
Beet: bobby mcgee in french?
ge||ge: I guess...
DJTween: yep
subdominant: and then your legs are numb afterwards
Dexter Fong: Mai oui
Principalpoop: i saw you had some family troubles a while back, courage and be strong, hope things got better
P. Austin : Whose still around
starbrander: Yep....Janis Is Having French Toast
Dexter Fong: Check the board above Phil
EWeston: Time to go, pull my forelock, kick my instep, perform clever pretfall, enter trap door spleen first.
ge||ge: We are ALL elevator boys.
Principalpoop: nobody here but us chickens
cs: tom and lili had to leave some time ago
Merlyn: I are, Phil
Principalpoop: ciao eweston
Dexter Fong: Bye bye EW
DJTween: Great translation rofl
cs: thanks to the firesign, our brains are elevated to a higher level we could otherwise have discovered
P. Austin : Me still here, looking for contacts
starbrander: Kool..
||||||||| Around 11:37 PM, EWeston walks off into the sunset...
subdominant: i lost my contact just the other day!
starbrander: I Though I Stepped On Something Soft
Principalpoop: oops, that was the crunch under my shoe, sorry
Dexter Fong: Phil Proctor is hilarious here
DJTween hands Phil some bifocals
P. Austin : Any specific questions?
cs: the ones that go into you eyes or connects you to some assistance?
Dexter Fong: Phil: What's your favorite car?
subdominant: yeah, P., where do old Bozo's go?
Principalpoop: 20 questions huh, how many do we have left? does that count? does this count?
starbrander: Anything In The Pipe, Anthology,Favorites?
DJTween: Well Phil, Austin just finished with the big South By Southwest festival. Any interest in doing a show next year?
cs: do it, poop, dont qualify it.
DJTween: Maybe something to keep in mind
shaxmatist: Phil ... who is your favorite character potrayal?
P. Austin : Dex: favorite car is my old '55 Chev.
ge||ge: Does P.poop's count as 3 questions already? (and this as one more?)
Dexter Fong: A Classic Phil.
DJTween: Does it have the Power Pack engine?
Principalpoop: he replies, 17, yes, yes yes, done lol
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Art Wholeflaffer - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Rusty Saueblyde - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| looper - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
P. Austin : Shan: favorite character is dr. Happy Harry cox.
subdominant: I towed a 55 Chev once.
ge||ge: 55! Not a 53?
Dexter Fong: Phil" @45 or 283?
DJTween: That's my fav FST album :)
Dexter Fong: 245
starbrander: Still Alive!!!!!
ge||ge: No no. I meant a 57 Chevy
Dexter Fong: Lotta people would pick the 56 Chevy, but the 55 was the real eye opener
subdominant: you n me both, starbrander
DJTween: That's what I shout when I wake up in the morning, starbrander lol
cs: are you used to communicating with the dead, star>?
Beet: I owned a '56. Loved it
starbrander: I Had 2 Days I Couldn't But I'm Better Now
P. Austin : 55 was just what I had. Ripped the tires up in Big Sur
cs: you still love cars, phil?
starbrander: CS...I Used To Talk To My EX
Joe Bender: Is there a Small Sur?
Principalpoop: i was born in 57, had to google what it looked like, a tank, like a 60 caddy
Dexter Fong: The 55, the first Chevy V-8, just blew the doors offa the Ford V-*, something that had never happened before
subdominant: I got lost in Small Sur one time
Beet: What is a Sur anyway?
Principalpoop: i drive a mercury grand marquis, a new tank hehe
Joe Bender: A short surfer?
ge||ge: The opposite of Ms
cs: i heard this in the main grocery store of my wife's home town when we first moved there
Dexter Fong: Beet" In frachese, Sur = between
||||||||| Peter Protector enters at 11:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Principalpoop: i thought it mean upon
DJTween: 10 gallons to the mile, P?
Principalpoop: meant
cs: was supposed to stimulate shopping. this is outer tokyo
Dexter Fong: Thus big sur means the big in between
DJTween: Hi Peter
ge||ge: Good Ol' Yankee mutate
cs: protect those peters
Peter Protector: Dreamy Mae Morris agrees
Principalpoop: yes, I have to shut off the engine to fill it up at the gas station...
Beet: I live in the big between
ge||ge: @cs That'd be Sector L
Peter Protector: Or Ducktown or Billville
subdominant: cars with push-button starters are the COOLEST
Dexter Fong: Yes, all of them between
starbrander: Ducktail City
ge||ge: Hoarse National Anthem
Peter Protector: Weirdly cool!
shaxmatist: Ah well .. the answer to my quiz comes from "Waiting for the Electrician or Someone Like Him."
Principalpoop: in our lifetimes we have gone from Nixon to Obama, I think we are doing ok
DJTween: Dr. Pimento lol
subdominant: I shall be buried with Nixon
Beet: Didn't the Edsel start with a button?
Peter Protector: My question comes from the Really Big Disease!
shaxmatist: They speak Russian, French, English and arguably Turkish.
ge||ge: The Nixon tapes were our daily mealtime laughter segue.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) tiptoes in around 11:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: and filipino
Dexter Fong: No, Beet...it started with too many drinks
starbrander: His Head Is In The Future
Peter Protector: Pablo, he broke the President
DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones
cs: wow. real stones
ge||ge: Serf music!
Principalpoop: boulder, you are not the english stones
DJTween: You're up late (or early)
cs: no more plastic stones
Peter Protector: Out of the little doggie door
subdominant: I did NOT!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I'm here in this treesuit!
cs: come and ask phil a question, hemlock. you're an old radio hand
cs: or ear
shaxmatist: He says, I can shout don't hear you.
Peter Protector: A devilishly clever disguise!
Dexter Fong: Then that means your treesonas
subdominant: don't over LEAF, there, Hemlock
DJTween: Phil A's here if you'd like to ask a question
starbrander: That's Where The Dog Went!
Peter Protector: As Art Snob
DJTween: He has invited our inquizizations
Peter Protector: Ask him the one about the Porridge Bird..
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Hello, subdominant! Don't you realize what you are doing to the tonic? You are undermining it! Haven't you read Charles Rosen?!?
cs: i wonder if proctor will ever appear on chat
starbrander: And I Still Think Firesign Kicks Montys Ass
ge||ge: via chatbot maybe
subdominant: I AM the tonic!
Dexter Fong: Slow t.......a......l........k..........e...........r.........s o........f...........A....m............e.....r.......i.............c............a
Peter Protector: He's busy checking on the Tomb of the Unregistered Voter
cs: both hilarious, but firesign actually makes you a smarter person
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I hope Mr. Proctor will be here to proctor this out-of-control conversation!
starbrander: I Played "Everything " For My Daughter.....She Said That Too
shaxmatist: Q for Phil: What do you consider to be your "magnum opus?"
Beet: Interactive comedy that makes you think
Principalpoop: and what does magnum opus mean?
subdominant: if I had a beer can I would crunch it on my head
Peter Protector: He's right here, in front of the former Edward Bozo Building, now the Trans Bonzo Multi Megastructures
starbrander: A Possum DrankMy Beer
Peter Protector: Open a sweaty edible can
shaxmatist: magnum opus ... best personal or critical success or work
subdominant: thanks Peter
Peter Protector: Nude Age Enterprises was the best
Principalpoop: ok, thought it was something about champagne and cats
Dexter Fong: Bob and Ray...so great
Joe Bender: Getting a taste for soft eggs on a mirror......until next week, , Grid willing (Ps - love this B and R routine) ....folf....later FST fans...
starbrander: No Doubt......
Dexter Fong: Night Joe
subdominant: my valve is closing...
Principalpoop: what do you know joe? bye
ge||ge: B&R only for a while.
starbrander: Bye Joe
Peter Protector: God Bless, Joe...see you on the Funway
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Subdominant: All due respect, but you are UNDER the tonic! In fact, some (Beethoven) would argue that you are under the dominant! Your role is important, but if you aren't careful you will be UNDERMINING TONALITY!
subdominant: see you beets on the sprout!
Peter Protector: Hey, Ed aims to please and so does Subdominant
ge||ge: They are SOOO timely. Spray! Pump!
Dexter Fong: Dear Hemlock, tone down you modality
Beet: Before the age of the internet, the only way I could see a copy of "The Big Mystery Joke Book" was to look at it at the Library of Congress. I did that and the desk clerk said excitedly "multi layered comedy!"
Peter Protector: Try these Mole Skin Cookies
DJTween: Very cool, Beet :)
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Hour Hour “Navigation” - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Peter Protector: Or cases of revolutionary Venus Envy hair spray
cs: this was very important to me when i recorded it. it still influences my aesthetic thinking
DJTween: Boy, does this sucker need some processing
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Dexter: I believe in the LEADING TONE and the appropriately placed TRITONE to assert order!
cs: beet, are you in dc?
Peter Protector: It needs attractive individually packaged swallows of real meat
Beet: I was years ago. I now live in West Virginia.
starbrander: I Think He Just Left AC
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Aaaah. I just sat on my pipe! Again!
cs: how is honey, stones?
DJTween: This was recorded with a mic with a broken diaphragm??
DJTween: yipes
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Beet: Is it Joe Beet, if I may ask? How is western virginity or is that too personal?
Principalpoop: this stones is in boulder colorado cat
cs: no, a reel to reel recorder in 70. early big but portable sony
Dexter Fong: Tween: ANy Idea when this was broadcast?
||||||||| 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..
Peter Protector: It's about Engorged Gumstones, really
cs: very old tape when this would have been digitized. it is on DOM, this is my version from the machine i had then
DJTween: It doesn't say in the track info
Beet: I am Lonesome Beet. Western Virginity is just like the other one
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear DJTween: A broken diaphragm is why I owe so much money to Violet Dudley! I am behind on my paternity payments!
DJTween: It does say in tghe comments that you recorded it
DJTween: *the
Principalpoop: a whole other way of thinking
DJTween: lol Stones
DJTween: OK, so it's cleaned up for DoM
DJTween: sure sux as a podcast :/
Peter Protector: But better than a vaginal probe
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): You may not know that I have a sister. She just made me drink more wine than is customary!
DJTween: She tied you to the chair and forced you!
Principalpoop: not terrible here tween
DJTween: I have some very drastic EQ on it, P
cs: no honey tonight
DJTween /
Principalpoop: oki
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Principalpoop: Has the high school EVER been returned by now?
Principalpoop: no, counter insurgency science students are needed more than ever
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear DJTween: My sister has me drink certain wines and then has me sign certain documents; that is all I know!
Beet: I'm having trouble navigating through this recording
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Hour Hour “Stones Baby, Stones” - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Principalpoop: trains of thoughts converging
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Beet: Then you are at the right place!
starbrander: Y'All ,I Got Friday On My Mind And Saturday Is Gathering Around My Ankles
Beet: A head on collision of Trains of Thought
starbrander: See You Next Thursday!!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Dear Principalpoop: I agree with you about the counterinsurgency students. Now if they could just undo all of my sutures!
||||||||| At 12:08 AM, starbrander vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: the sandman just kicked sand in my eyes too, night all
Dexter Fong: Night Star, morning Son
||||||||| 12:09 AM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
cs: by poop
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Joe Bender - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Uh clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| subdominant - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| OrpheusStain - dead from The Plague
||||||||| P. Austin - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I am here by the Docks in this tree suit; they'll never find us here!
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Dexter Fong: Wish I could track down this Hour Hour Show
DJTween: Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast.
Dexter Fong: Indeed Tween
cs: you perform a useful service, tween
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
cs: dex it is in d.o.m
Merlyn: aw, phil died again
Dexter Fong: You are veritably at our cervix, Tween
cs: its near the end of the shows
Merlyn: see you next wick
cs: by merl
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): My dear CS: All of you perform useful cervixes.
DJTween: Just a fan giving something back :)
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'm sure it is but not under any title that tween offered
||||||||| "12:12 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
Dexter Fong: Bye and muchas gratias Merlyn
cs: dex, by dom.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I have it but it is not listed under any of the titles that tweeny mentioned
cs: in the book there is enough of a summary to find it. june or july
Beet: Stones, Baby, Stones!
cs: you are taxing my abilities here, dex. and i taped this.
DJTween: yw :-)
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny and thanks for everything
DJTween: always fun
Beet: I Love this chat
shaxmatist: I have nearly all of the albums since circa 1971 and the book, "Backwards Into the Future." Is there a better retrospective history?
cs: its been fun, since 1995
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "12:15 AM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
cs: you showed up on a good night, beet. phil isn't a regular, but has been here a lot since the crowd grew
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rufus_T_Firetween?! It's 12:15 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Beet: Thanks Tween and evryone g'night
cs: it is a good night
shaxmatist: All out for fort Stinkin' Desert ... don't forget to chant
Dexter Fong: Shax: There is...."Backwards into the Future" by Fredrick C. Weibel. Jr. ; a Bear Manor book
ge||ge: Ommmm Ommmmm (bye)
||||||||| Catherwood says "12:18 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs ge||ge by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
shaxmatist: Thanks, Dexter .. got that one.
Dexter Fong: That's a pretty good history of FST'ers projects
cs: true dex
shaxmatist: Yes, I loved reading it and it has a nice discography.
Dexter Fong: Cat: I (briefly) skimmed DOOM's list of Hour-Hour shows and was unable to find the show that Tweeny played.....realizing that I could have missed it, but still.....
Dexter Fong: What I'm hinting at is could that have been an *TaDa* "Undiscovered Hour-Hour Show" *Tum-de-Dum*
cs: oddly, that book only mentined austin was in my play box of time. he was but in a tiny role. he played a much bigger role as the dalai lama in my play red shift, unfortunatley not on line, and as neal cassady in neal amid, which is.
cs: i'm talking about fred's discography at the end of his book, not dom
cs: cant find my copy of dom right now
Dexter Fong: Cat: Well, considering Fred's rocky relationship with FST, it's not surprising that he may have missed things
shaxmatist: cs: I have it right here. What is the date?
cs: no this is from his relaitonship with me, which has always been pleasent
Dexter Fong: And I hesitate to bring all this up considering the last time I did so, Fred took some issue with me
cs: i recorded the last 6 hour hour shows. its from one of them. i think toward the end. late june or early july
Dexter Fong: shax: I think that's the problem..What *is* the date?
cs: really, dex? there's enough bad feelings to drown a fire in fandom sometimes
shaxmatist: Well, I have some issues with Wiebel's rendition, but overall it is a nice compendium.
cs: sometimes there are fires you should not get too close to
Dexter Fong: Cat: A quick scan of the last 6 Hour Hour shows did't reveal itself as one you recorded..but, still I'd have to hear yours in toto, and DOOMS in Doroth .....DOOMs in full
cs: Fred put out a lot of great stuff, opening a market for their archives that otherwise wouldn't have existed, at least in that form
cs: on the firesign site, there is this recording, from my tape recorder in 70, not the real good one from dom. bummer
Dexter Fong: Cat: I totally agree, and I've always said so...that Fred carried the Fire Sign Lamp higher than anyone and as long or longer than anyone,...
cs: but it does have the date.
cs: well, maybe el was also a marathon helper
Dexter Fong: And further more, I'm sorry that disagreement arose between fred and FST
shaxmatist: On another note, I think the depth and richness of FS is brilliant. I learn something new on every listening. For example, there is a reference to the "Naked Lunch," on Waiting for the Electrician ..
Dexter Fong: I'll go further...Fred cared more about there body of work than they did
cs: shax, there is a vast intertwining with the beats and firesign
cs: they performed at a ginzberg memorial in la
cs: bergtman lost a girlfriend to neal cassady. austin played him in my play
cs: http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
Dexter Fong: Well, maybe Tween will replay your Hour Hour tape and it can be tracked down and dated from the DOOM discogaphy
Dexter Fong: Anyway be well Cat...see you next week and Good Bless to any who remain
shaxmatist: cs: I saved your link which I will peruse soon. It looks brilliant!
Dexter Fong: Night Dear Friends
||||||||| "12:37 AM? I'm late!" exclaims Dexter Fong, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
shaxmatist: See you next time Dexter!
cs: off we flee
cs: come again, shax and beet
shaxmatist: Yes, it seems so. How often does this happen?
cs: every thursday at 60 pacific time since 1995
cs: 6:00
shaxmatist: I am off to continue my forthcoming best-selling novel: "In Cold Leather." oops, that has been taken.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Peter Protector - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "12:40 AM and late as usual, it's Ahhclem, just back from Oregon."
cs: keep on leathering
||||||||| cs says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, cs exits at 12:40 AM.
||||||||| relishfoot tiptoes in around 12:47 AM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
relishfoot: 12:47? But I'm on the west coast!
||||||||| relishfoot departs at 12:50 AM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ahhclem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shaxmatist - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| 1:08 AM: Monsieur Pathos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Monsieur Pathos - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| "2:19 AM? 2:19 AM!!" says Catherwood, "More Sugar should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as More Sugar enters and sits on the divan.
More Sugar: catherwood roll me a bummer
||||||||| Catherwood rolls More Sugar a bummer.
More Sugar: See you on the funway
||||||||| At 2:25 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, More Sugar!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'gonzoD', just granted probation at 2:57 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
gonzoD: So where's...Nancy?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
gonzoD: Is it time for Beat the Reaper yet?
||||||||| "Hey gonzoD!" ... gonzoD turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 3:38 AM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 3:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."

The Evening's Participants:
Art Wholeflaffer
Bozo Bob

Captain Equinox
Deputy Dan
Dexter Fong
Dr. Dog
eat it
P. Austin
George Stevens
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
Joe Bender
L. Bill Rubbered
Merciful Lee Dickens
More Sugar
P. Austin
Peter Protector
Polyanna Platypus
P Q Nukem
shoes for the dead
Spud Coolzip
Symptom 6
The Wispering Squash
Two Story Man
Woody 1
Zen Cosmos
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