A Firesign Chat
03/28/2013




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||||||||| 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 28, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:19 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Rufus_T_Firetween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:22 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| 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'
||||||||| 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 Merlyn falls out at 8:36 PM.
Merlyn: Well Tween, I can never see your facebook firesign announcements; it only goes up to February
DJTween: Have you changed your settings?
DJTween: Or maybe FB changed something I need to check out
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:39 PM, dragging Citronut by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Merlyn: FB is screwed up
||||||||| starbrander sneaks in around 8:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Merlyn: I just make up an announcement; if you have anything special, include it in your reminder email to me
DJTween Slaps his forehead
starbrander: Greetings
DJTween: I've been sending all my shares to a single individual instead of Public
DJTween: Yipes!
Citronut: you cant get there from here
DJTween: Hi starbrander
DJTween: You definitely can't get there from there
starbrander: Howdy!!
Merlyn: that would 'splain it
DJTween: huge facepalm
starbrander: I Was Here Last Night.... Forgot It Was Wednesday
DJTween: These things happen
DJTween: You went back to the future!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - The Grateful Dead’s “Shakedown Street” album - listen at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
starbrander: I work a wacky schedule
DJTween: Throws off the body clock
||||||||| Bozo Sonotroz enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| He doesn't HAVE a name... enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
starbrander: True, That!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's Floralacres, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: Hey Bozo, Noname
Bozo Sonotroz: Tea Madam?
DJTween: Bozo, you'll be happy to know we're playing the Bus album tonight :)
starbrander: Hey, Bozo And No Name
Merlyn: Catherwood, serve everyone some tea
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone some tea.
starbrander: Two Lumps Please
Bozo Sonotroz: roll a coupla' bombers and leave it over there on the table
Bozo Sonotroz: I smell burning muck lucks in the fire
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Howdy
Bozo Sonotroz: Where can I find the wall of science?
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hey, what did the Deadhead say when he ran out of pot?
DJTween: hmmmm
He doesn't HAVE a name...: "Man, this music SUCKS!" (Ha, I love that joke and I'm a Deadhead
DJTween: I give
He doesn't HAVE a name...: )
DJTween: LOL
DJTween: good one
starbrander: Very Good
DJTween: Have to remember that
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Jacquie Blu close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Did Firesign ever open for the Dead? That would be interesting. Could probably go either way...
starbrander: I Followed The Dead For 4 Shows When They Were With Bob Dylan
DJTween: Lo dere Dexter
DJTween: Must have been some cool shows
Jacquie Blu: hello everyone
DJTween: Hi Jacqui
starbrander: The Anahiem Show Was Fantastic
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hiya, Toots
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween, Merlyn and all the Dear Friends
Jacquie Blu: hi DJ
starbrander: Hi, Blu Hi Dex
Dexter Fong: Hey star
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Hi Peggy. Hello, Elliot.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Symptom 6', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:56 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Helloo, Woodrow
DJTween: Hello S6
Dexter Fong: Hiya Symp
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:56 PM, dragging tirebiter1 by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Ha
DJTween: Hi Tirebiter
tirebiter1: starbrander - i saw dylan and the dead at the A's stadium
Symptom 6: Hello Everyone! I just wanted to give one more plug for my interview with the distinguished Phil Austin!
Jacquie Blu: hi tirebiter
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM downtown bus from Seattle pulls away, leaving EWeston coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Plug away S6
tirebiter1: hiya djtween
Symptom 6: It will air on WBAI-FM, NY 99.5 and WBAI.org
DJTween: S6, be sure to post a URL later on when the big crowd is here
tirebiter1: hiya jacquie blu
tirebiter1: my dad raised us on firesign theater
Dexter Fong: What time of day S6?
Symptom 6: Late this Saturday night/early Sunday morning 1-3 AM
DJTween: Good for him :)
tirebiter1: pre-ordered the book for him as xmas present
Jacquie Blu: i raised me on Firesign Theater
tirebiter1: now my son can quote nick danger :D
starbrander: Hey, Tirebiter .I Was @ The 84-85 Tour @ A's Stadium...Show 3
DJTween: That's great :)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers 4d3fect into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
tirebiter1: lol starbrander - that would have been about the time
Jacquie Blu: hi 4d
4d3fect: Whidbey Island? Good god man!
starbrander: Very Cool....That Was A Good Show
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 28, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: Yeah, big landslide on Whidbey
He doesn't HAVE a name...: No kiddin on Whidbey - you see the pictures?
Jacquie Blu: and they're off!!!
4d3fect: A hill built on mud then?
DJTween: Yeah, I was going to ask about the landslides out by Whibley
Dexter Fong: Pictures on the Weather Channel
DJTween: If any of the Fireheads were affected
Dexter Fong: 4D: No, cliffside
Dexter Fong: Dunno Tween
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'cs', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
EWeston: what side of Whitby?
4d3fect: right, DJ, just what I wondered
Dexter Fong: Only one house damaged
DJTween: Hi cease
Merlyn: I asked about the Whidbey cliffslide Tween, but no response as yet. I think not, though.
cs: Hi all
DJTween: Sure looked like a mess
Jacquie Blu: hi cs
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
cs: Coopeville is a long way from the Ossman house
Dexter Fong: Even longer now
DJTween: Was just looking at the map
DJTween: heheh Dex
cs: But I think Bergman used to live near there.
He doesn't HAVE a name...: http://tinyurl.com/d64hfdj - Seattle P-I article with pics
4d3fect: tyvm doesn't
cs: do you know, merl?
Merlyn: "goodbye to nineteen anything!"
Merlyn: I dunno cat
cs: meaning, where Pete used to live on Whidbey
Dexter Fong: Bye-bye 19
||||||||| Runswithvoles enters at 9:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
cs: not that it's relavent any more
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus” - listen the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:05 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:06 PM and Tofm bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: i was just working on my bus today.
Jacquie Blu: hi shoes
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus” - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
DJTween: a VW bus?
shoes for the dead: new carrier pigeon bearing
He doesn't HAVE a name...: I still sing this
shoes for the dead: 51 chevy/wayne
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
Symptom 6: I'm hot into the assembly process, see you all later
Dexter Fong: Later S6
||||||||| Catherwood leads Uh clem inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Runswithvoles: I've been following that rubber line my hole life!
4d3fect: bah! landscaping, fences, wish all mine would slide into the ocean, grumble grumble
shoes for the dead: it's a holey journey
cs: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSrWEwLHTxI&feature=share
cs: I hope everyone has seen this.
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello uh clem
starbrander: Big Chunk Shifted Alright....Damn
cs: Micro flick about the Firesigns. Hopefullly there is more to come
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
cs: Hi poop
||||||||| Catherwood leads ge||ge inside, makes a note of the time (9:12 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hey P
He doesn't HAVE a name...: Howdy PP
Principalpoop: hey oh
DJTween: Hi gellge
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop'
ge||ge: gooood evening!
Principalpoop: fun on the funway
Jacquie Blu: hi gellge
Dexter Fong: Hi ge||ge
Principalpoop: thank yuuuu
starbrander: Howdy, PP
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies LauraS into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: and lo, under the bridge came a catfish
Jacquie Blu: hi Laura
||||||||| Catherwood ushers dolldrop into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:14 PM, then departs.
starbrander: Howdy, gellge and Laura
cs: they're dropping like dolls!
LauraS: So, is Whidbey slip-sliding away, or what? Everyone safe?
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Think_We%27re_All_Bozos_on_This_Bus
EWeston: I still have my chigger bike
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Spud Coolzip inside, makes a note of the time (9:16 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
starbrander: Some Coastal Areas.....Landslides
Jacquie Blu: hi Spud
||||||||| "9:17 PM? 9:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "DapperDave should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as DapperDave enters and sits at the bar.
Spud Coolzip: Howdy partner
Principalpoop: I am la brea man
starbrander: Howdy Dave And Spud
Jacquie Blu: i dig the earth... it's a nice place
DapperDave: Just waiting for the Electrician...
Spud Coolzip: So civil.
cs: you know austin's story about the la brea tar pits?
Principalpoop: who invented the week?
Spud Coolzip: do tell cs.
cs: on his Tales of the Old Detective audio project
Principalpoop: Sir Sydney Fudd
cs: The story is called The Precipace of Angels. Highly reccommended
shoes for the dead: a long tall read
cs: Listen, actually.
Principalpoop: If you push something hard enough, it will fall over.
EWeston: Leading to the motor operated pushover
cs: Tween should play it sometimes
Spud Coolzip: There's that cornstarch
DapperDave: Awe He's no fun...he fell right over!
Spud Coolzip: The masters of glorious character-actor cliches
||||||||| 9:22 PM: dogzilla jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
shoes for the dead: testicles little deviants?
Principalpoop: I can dig it
Principalpoop: straight ahead
EWeston: Continuing today, with The First Deformed Church of Science, Fiction
Spud Coolzip: Love it "shoes for"
DJTween: Will the Reverend Barnstormer be having an Easter service?
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Runswithvoles - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Floralacres - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Citronut - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: Rockey will be at the cervix
EWeston: With the traditional Easter gerbals?
||||||||| bobbelieu tiptoes in around 9:26 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Bozo Sonotroz: Easter is kinda' like havin' bees livin' in yer head. So ... I say "Live-it or LiveWith-it!
Principalpoop: bursting with a short question about my place in the future
||||||||| 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 George Stevens plummets into the garden at 9:26 PM.
bobbelieu: It was the pickles...
George Stevens: Ouch, my nose!
Spud Coolzip: Throbbing blue line..yes
Principalpoop: rubber yellow line
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:27 PM and Elayne bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Bozo Sonotroz: please don't forget to bump your shoes
Elayne: Evenin' all! Just got home from work.
Jacquie Blu: hi Elayne
Dexter Fong: Hey E
Jacquie Blu: welcome home, Elayne
cs: Hi El
EWeston: That grape leaf has a record
Elayne: So I just read that Paul Williams, the one who founded Crawdaddy, has passed away after a long battle against Alzheimer's.
bobbelieu: So, first time here. Just a collection of nonsequetorial conversation?
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Pretty much, Bobbe. Talk about whatever you feel like! If PA or PP or DO comes on, you can ask them questions. PA was on last week.
Spud Coolzip: Great low-rez-voice Dick Nick
Bozo Sonotroz: Yo "E" You know if you lived here you'd be home by now ...Welcome home from the future
Dexter Fong: bobb: Why would you think that?
DJTween: If you find a meaningful tread, bobbelieu, do let us know
cs: Austin has been here a lot recently.
DJTween: *thread
Principalpoop: hello E
Elayne: Oh, and DO is fine, by the way, his and Judith's house on Whidbey was at least 8 miles away from the landslide that occurred there yesterday.
bobbelieu: Hey, just wanna know the ground rules... ;)
Elayne: Thanks BozoS! I can't wait for it to be the future so I can stop doing all this overtime.
ge||ge: @bobbelieu: No advertizing
Spud Coolzip: Hey Elayne, I'm Seattle also. Who is Whidbey
shoes for the dead: non-equestrian talk is ok too
Spud Coolzip: Whoa is Whidbey
Elayne: Well gellge, that's not strictly true, you can advertise Firesign products. :)
Principalpoop: the answer is 42 bobbe, check the cheese log
Dexter Fong: Shoe: Right, but no horsing around
Elayne: Spud, Whidbey Island is off the coast of Washington State, and it's where the Ossmans live.
Spud Coolzip: I know who am Whidbey the island
Spud Coolzip: Sorry I said "who" instead of "whoa"
George Stevens: Who am us, anyway?
bobbelieu: It's slowly peeling off the world. Happens a lot lately. Homes floating by on the Sound...
Elayne: Oh, sorry Spud. You weren't anywhere near the landslide, were you?
Principalpoop: State maintenance question
Elayne: That's some scary shit, there. We have some places around here with landslide potential...
Elayne: Just so, Bobbe!
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos On This Bus - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
Spud Coolzip: Is you is, or is you am... yes, California is mudlside mania
George Stevens: The pictures on the evening news were unbelieveable.
Elayne: See folks, Tween is allowed to advertise. :)
bobbelieu: I'm up on the Sammamish plateau about 20 miles east of Seattle and it happens up here. Only the homes get buried.
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We're All Bozos on This Bus at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Think_We%27re_All_Bozos_on_This_Bus
ge||ge: Love the LISP references.
bobbelieu: "Floating by on the sound" sounds much more romantic
||||||||| Catherwood ushers GaryFiresign in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Rufus_T_Firetween: I Think We’re All Bozos On This Bus can be purchased here - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html
Spud Coolzip: Elayne: no I'm on the mainland, as it were. Near Seattle
Elayne: Thanks for the reminder, Tween, I forgot to turn the sound on!
Elayne: Sounds like it's on Side 2 already...
Elayne: "Why does the porridge bird lay his egg in the air?"... "Unhappy MACNAM..." :)
DJTween: yes 'tis
Spud Coolzip: Yes side 2. First voice intrepretation of computer code. Great.
EWeston: The area is unconsolidated glacial till, it falls dowmhill easily
shoes for the dead: he broke the precedent
DJTween: Some Hour Hour from 1970 up next
Elayne: Happens a lot, shoes. :)
Elayne: GLacial till, EWeston? I had no idea.
Spud Coolzip: I have to split, But must say: Bozos and Everything You Know are my favorites. Brilliant.
Dexter Fong: Night Spud
Elayne: Nice chatting with you, Spud!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Later Spud
EWeston: Spoor of glaciers
George Stevens: See ya, spud. Say hey to kim for us.
Spud Coolzip: Keep it rollin'
bobbelieu: Glacier muck. Try putting in a garden here. Your shovel makes sparks. Fun at night...
Principalpoop: thank yuuuu
EWeston: You don't see many 57 year old potatoes, in trick suits, bye :)
||||||||| GaryFiresign leaves to catch the 9:36 PM train to Funfun Town.
Principalpoop: as seen on Who asked for it?
EWeston: Cheeze it, the COPS!
Principalpoop: here comes deputy dan
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
DJTween: Deputy Dan Has No Friends
Principalpoop: Clone me
EWeston: The character takes charge
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| 4d3fect - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Tofm - dead from measles
||||||||| LauraS - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| dogzilla - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Dr. Memory really does remind me of a Google search. :)
cs: Indeed, El
||||||||| bobbelieu rushes off, saying "9:41 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
shoes for the dead: probly the original idea
George Stevens: I read gypsy doctor!
EWeston: I like that bit Dupety Dan lost his pants
ge||ge: Matago ya kuku mweusi, nadhani,
George Stevens: And his friends
ge||ge: Ni mbali, mbele au nyuma;
||||||||| uhCLEM steps in at 9:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
ge||ge: Haikuta mayai kuku huku au sasa--
ge||ge: Ni kwa hivi haipatikani.
DJTween: gesundheit
George Stevens: Coo-coo cachoo!
ge||ge: The Space Child's Mother Goose, "page" 29
George Stevens: Ah, Canadian!
Elayne: Oh, just brilliant. Thanks for airing that, Tween!
Merlyn: we got two clems
cs: That's what is says on my passport
Principalpoop: weird as a beard
||||||||| LB Inc sashays in at 9:45 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Elay importantay necessary Cujo remain ecee
He doesn't HAVE a name...: thanks for that, DJT
DJTween: yw :)
Principalpoop: 1970 oh my
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nick45 inside, makes a note of the time (9:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
uhCLEM: It's Maundy Thursday.
He doesn't HAVE a name...: must jettison - toodle-loo, all
George Stevens: CS: ist that korrectite?
||||||||| At 9:46 PM, He doesn't HAVE a name... vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
shoes for the dead: antichristler motors
ge||ge: Great. Stuff I don't remember having heard.
DJTween: The Firesign Theatre at Wikipedia - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
shoes for the dead: Sell those Demons!!
DJTween: from the Hour Hour show back in 1970
Elayne: Ah, that's where "A mighty hot dog is our Lord" came from.
DJTween: not commercially released
cs: this is from the Duke of Madness Motors collection they released a couple of years ago
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:48 PM and late as usual, it's das, just back from California."
George Stevens: So much of what appears on the first four or five albums is on the DOMM shows. It is fun to try and spot the stuff.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Lots of old never-released bits available at Radio Free Oz - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
||||||||| Captain Equinox steals in around 9:49 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Elayne: I love "I'm Not on Anybody's Food Chain," great hymn. :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: Firesign Theatre Podcasts at - http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
Dexter Fong: Hour Hour show of 3/29/1970
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah, that was great, E :)
George Stevens: Hey the oz site is back. I tried to access it last week and it had vanished mysteriously.
ge||ge: I'm never gonna get this Qualified Dividends & Capital Gain Tax Worksheet done!
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol
Dexter Fong: George: They were cleaning it
Captain Equinox: Hi guys, sorry I'm late. Did I miss anything?
Rufus_T_Firetween: FSt can be quite distracting ;)
Elayne: Gellge, I gave up on my tax friends at 8 PM, and left them all at work...
ge||ge: Thursday nights are too much fun.
Dexter Fong: Cap: Check the log
George Stevens: Thanks for the explanation, Dex. I was a bit sad as it seemed to be gone for good.
Elayne: Great Groucho tale.
George Stevens: I need to download some of ghe old oz show stuff they have there. I only have a few bits that the old Freditor put out years ago.
Principalpoop: believe it, or don't
uhCLEM )
EWeston: s is icropho n?
ge||ge: Groucho seemed to have been everywhere, eh?
Elayne: I missed where Proctor & Bergman said this flight was.
Principalpoop: i am not sure if this is funny or scary site E... http://www.apfn.org/apfn/flag.htm
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Spud Coolzip - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: I think it's brilliant, PrinPoop, I'm using it!
Principalpoop: insidious, putting gold fringe on the flag loool
George Stevens: The flag is beyond the fringe!
starbrander: Later...I'm Going To Have A Cup Of Reco....ummm Coco ...Good Evening, All
Captain Equinox: Der Schnifter didn't drink vodka, because it made him mean!
Elayne: Glucose and caffeine, all the things that make life worth dying...
Principalpoop: ciao bender
George Stevens: Don't say his name!!!
Elayne: I can see this turned into a Der Untergang bit...
||||||||| 9:57 PM -- starbrander left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Elayne: And whatever you do, George, DON'T TALK ABOUT ZE VAR!!!
George Stevens: I did, but I think I got away with it.
Elayne: I love that they're discussing the Abbie Hoffman shirt, which was contemporary back then. Now everyone wraps themselves in flag clothing, it seems.
Principalpoop: more flag jokes, a quinky-dinky
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: Oh dear, a government crisis in Italy. Thank goodness we don't have those any more@!
uhCLEM: Where's Porgie?
Dexter Fong: He;s in jail
DJTween: I had a flag shirt back in the early 70's. My ex-Marine uncle was not amused
DJTween: He's in Radio Prison
Principalpoop: I had red white and blue striped bell bottom pants
uhCLEM: Along with 2,000,000 other Americans?
DJTween: probably
||||||||| LB Inc leaves to catch the 10:03 PM train to Funfun Town.
DJTween: How very Peter Maxx, P
EWeston: I had red white and blue socks in that time
Principalpoop: i miss my plastic cloud shirts
uhCLEM: Can I get a ride back to Billville?
Elayne: I've never seen a plastic cloud, PrinPoop...
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
EWeston: The Matilda Briggs should be passing by soon
Principalpoop: you don't recall the shirts with clouds on the front and back, made of some synthetic fabric
uhCLEM: No, they call them Chem Trails now.
Principalpoop: like a fleetwood mac album cover lol
Elayne: uclem, Chem Trails would be a great name for a band.
uhCLEM: Happy Trails to you to.
Principalpoop: saint dappyankle?
uhCLEM: And to think they didn't have the internet to create this
cs: Just their intelligence
DJTween: or digital editing for their very complex albums, cease
DJTween: er, clem
Dexter Fong: It's *uh* clem, tween
Principalpoop: dog wants out, but I wanta keep listening, rats, brb
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nick45 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| das - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
uhCLEM: turn up the volume
||||||||| Rebus tiptoes in around 10:10 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi Rebus
Elayne: Time to go detox. See y'all next week!
DJTween: Rest well, E
Dexter Fong: Night E
cs: by el
George Stevens: Night Ms. e!
Merlyn: bye E
Rebus: Not sure I understand what's going on in here...
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:11 PM.
uhCLEM: Keep em flyin
EWeston: See yah E
Dexter Fong: Rebus: Just sit back and let it soak in
DJTween wonders if radio logs work well in the fireplace
||||||||| 10:11 PM: more sugar jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: Hi sugar
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Hour Hour “Easter Sunday Sunday!” - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
DJTween: oops, forgot the banner
Dexter Fong: ..and we've been talking 'bout you for more than five minutes
more sugar: owdy
uhCLEM: Don't forget to pump your shoes.
Rebus: Oh! It's pulsing!
more sugar: Whats the birdseye lowdown on this caper
EWeston: Don't let them near a phone line...they'll soon be be tapping it.
DJTween: This is an Hour Hour series episode from 1970
more sugar: Ah right up my alley
Rebus: Beauty!
George Stevens: Well, I must go where the bozos go. Good night all.
||||||||| At 10:16 PM, George Stevens rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: It's in my eye!!!
more sugar: I resemble that remark
ge||ge: Squeeze the schnooz!
EWeston: Honey, their in everybody's alleys
uhCLEM: They're in everybodys eggs.
more sugar: I'll be back
Dexter Fong: Okay!!
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs more sugar by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
EWeston: Theyre everywhere then. Do they spereke Engrish?
uhCLEM: Who'a won the second world war, you so smart.
Rebus: Park and Lock iT!
EWeston: Not Responsible! Park and lock it!
uhCLEM: Not Responsible.
ge||ge: My erstwhile semi-boss is in the heart of japan as we speak.
EWeston: Shmoot that man he's an imposter!
Principalpoop: back, hashish laced with opium, oh my
ge||ge: Just past breakfast I think
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:22 PM and late as usual, it's Nancy, just back from Colorado."
cs: Miso shiru, probably
cs: Hi Nancy
Principalpoop: Mister and miso shiru
Rebus: Thanx to whoever brought this about. I shall return! (It would help to get the email a efw hours in advance...)
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Nancy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
cs: By Nancy
Rebus: Cue Catherwood...
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside Rebus and inquires "Someone mention my name?"
EWeston: Kids in the oven?
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:24 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rebus by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| DapperDave - dead from measles
||||||||| dolldrop - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Uh clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bozo Sonotroz - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nancy in through the front door at 10:25 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cs: I thought everyone knew her as Audrey Farber
ge||ge: That was only Betty
Principalpoop: efw? no efyou
||||||||| Outside, the 10:25 PM uptown bus from Los Angeles pulls away, leaving ecmotoast coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: ;
Principalpoop: that comma fong
cs: better comma than coma
Principalpoop: poontang
Nancy: Oh Nick, you're such a tool...!
Dexter Fong: semi coma toast
EWeston: Wnat a sap she had!
Nancy: Oh Nick you're such a tool!
Nancy: There's an echo in here...
ge||ge: Incredible these guys are ALWAYS current!
||||||||| ecmotoast sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
Principalpoop: rock and roll the rock away
Symptom 6: Still working on the Phil Austin interview to air this weekend
Symptom 6: On WBAI-FM, NY 99.5 and WBAI.org
||||||||| Nancy departs at 10:28 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Symptom 6: Late Sat or Early Sunday 1-3 AM morning
Principalpoop: the hacienda hotel in bakersfield
cs: someone will listen to it, 6
cs: whats the name of the show?
Principalpoop: with onions and pickles, lettuce, tomato, glass of coke-cola
Dexter Fong: Morning Dew
Dexter Fong: Cat
cs: will it be archived?
Symptom 6: streaming at http://stream.wbai.org/
Symptom 6: yes it will , for 2 weeks
cs: good to hear
Symptom 6: I hope to see you all there
Merlyn: I'll send out a firesign email on it, Symptom
Dexter Fong: Tween: Sorry to give you the bad news but that was not the complete broadcast
cs: good idea, merl
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Bergman/Krassner Interview (2003) - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
Dexter Fong: Tween: That was a bit less than half the complete Hour Hour show
Principalpoop: it did end without an ending
cs: where is this from?
Dexter Fong: Statistics courtesy of DOMM
DJTween: Dexter Fong: Tween: Sorry to give you the bad news but that was not the complete broadcast < you should tell Doc, because that's all there is in the Podcast archive
Dexter Fong: I'd tell Doc if he ever came around =))
DJTween: in the iTunes podcast directory
Symptom 6: Thanks so much!
cs: oh this is from the rfo archive doc was broadcasting
cs: i know bergman and krassner had a radio show during iran-contra
EWeston: A conversation that would never appear to everyday America at the time, pity.
cs: and of course, the play they did with harry shearer
DJTween: I'm working with what's been put up at the iTunes podcast directory these days, bot OZ and FST
DJTween: Would love to hear the Iran-Contra dialogs
DJTween: *both
cs: maybe they're on some kpfk archives somewhere
EWeston: Bye all.
||||||||| "10:37 PM? I'm late!" exclaims EWeston, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
cs: by weston
Dexter Fong: Night EW
cs: this is from before air america
ge||ge: Good bye EW
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ecmotoast - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| boomer49 sneaks in around 10:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: yes tween
cs: thanks again, tween
Dexter Fong: Night Tween and muchas thanks
Principalpoop: thanks yes
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
ge||ge: Where might there be a discussion about the Lili fund?
||||||||| Outside, the 10:46 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doggedly coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: yep, thanks again tween
Principalpoop: ahh M, thank you M
Rufus_T_Firetween: http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
Rufus_T_Firetween: good web page :)
ge||ge: I'll check it out.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks for listening, folks...
Principalpoop: I think we are all bozos on this bus
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: welcome to the future
||||||||| 10:48 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| At 10:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:49 PM, dragging Pico by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
ge||ge: OK. Maybe *now* I can proceed with line 18 on the QD&CG Tax Worksheet.
cs: they come, they go
Dexter Fong: Next week, Dear Friends
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes off, saying "10:50 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: ciao fong
Merlyn: me too, byeee
cs: by dex
||||||||| "10:50 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Principalpoop: bus already? bye cat, all
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| At 10:50 PM, Principalpoop scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
cs: hey i got a nickel. wait for MEeeeee.
ge||ge: @cs: I've listened to 12Suppositions through twice
||||||||| 10:51 PM -- cs left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "Hey Pico!" ... Pico turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:52 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
ge||ge: Oh well. @Symptom6: What is the webpage for the radio station donations?
||||||||| Around 10:53 PM, doggedly walks off into the sunset...
ge||ge: While I wait, here is the bottom half to the 29's right "page":
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhCLEM - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
ge||ge: I suspect that the egg-laying locales of the black hen
ge||ge: Are far away in-front-or-behind in-either-time-or-space
ge||ge: She doesn't lay eggs here on this very spot or now---
ge||ge: Because of this, eggs are not obtainable.
ge||ge: Sigh. I can root around in the inter_tubes for a donut action place. I take flight!
||||||||| ge||ge leaves at 10:58 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Jacquie Blu: .
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 11:06 PM and W.Stool sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Manila E.', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:20 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| W.Stool - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Jacquie Blu - dead from measles
||||||||| Symptom 6 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with L. Bill Rubbered close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
L. Bill Rubbered: I've got the riveruns.
L. Bill Rubbered: Tree stunting plans? You must mean the Liberty Oak. It's stunted alright.
L. Bill Rubbered: Seevots Winsakle, where are you?
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Manila E. - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
L. Bill Rubbered: I'm keeping a fibro-mialgia diary.
L. Bill Rubbered: I have no problem with dying, just as long as I can breathe. (I said that)
L. Bill Rubbered: Eyeball-to-eyeball...
L. Bill Rubbered: And now, introducing...the new i-ball.
L. Bill Rubbered: I just reakized the Lily Tomlin/Olive Oyl connection. Other revelations to follow.
||||||||| "Hey L. Bill Rubbered!" ... L. Bill Rubbered turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:47 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 11:56 PM: Hemlock Stones (The Real One!) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): I apologize for my tardiness; it's my tree suit again!
||||||||| 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..
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): And yes, I heard you talking about me!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): But not to worry; I perceive behind your verbiage a singular attitude of mind!
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): And whose mind, you ask?
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Catherwood! Look up at the sky. What do you see?
||||||||| Catherwood looks up at the sky what do you see.
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| boomer49 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| tirebiter1 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!): Are you looking, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
||||||||| It's 12:25 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...
||||||||| martino waltzes in at 12:44 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:50 AM and He doesn't HAVE a name... waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| martino - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'shaxmatist', just granted probation at 12:59 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shaxmatist: The time in South Korea is 2p. Set your clocks accordingly.
shaxmatist: Yes, dear friends .. I'm living in the future. A fair for all and no fair to anybody.
shaxmatist: I note a dearth of electricity. I must have arrived too late.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| He doesn't HAVE a name... - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| shaxmatist, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
||||||||| shaxmatist climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:12 AM
||||||||| shaxmatist sneaks away to Public Address System...
||||||||| shaxmatist climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 1:14 AM
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shaxmatist - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "1:27 AM? 1:27 AM!!" says Catherwood, "ElevatorDoorOpens should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ElevatorDoorOpens enters and sits on the couch.
ElevatorDoorOpens: I seem to have successfully missed everything....
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ElevatorDoorOpens - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 1:57 AM and More Sugar steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| More Sugar - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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:
4d3fect
bobbelieu
Bozo Sonotroz
Captain Equinox
Citronut
cs
DapperDave
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
ElevatorDoorOpens
EWeston
ge||ge
George Stevens
He doesn't HAVE a name...
Hemlock Stones (The Real One!)
Jacquie Blu
LauraS
L. Bill Rubbered
Merlyn
more sugar
Nancy
Principalpoop
Rebus
Rufus_T_Firetween
Runswithvoles
shaxmatist
shoes for the dead
Spud Coolzip
starbrander
Symptom 6
tirebiter1
uhCLEM
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Think_We%27re_All_Bozos_on_This_Bus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Firesign_Theatre
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://stream.wbai.org/
http://tinyurl.com/d64hfdj
http://www.apfn.org/apfn/flag.htm
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TSrWEwLHTxI&feature=share



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