A Firesign Chat
05/02/2013




Archive

||||||||| 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 May 02, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| catherwood tiptoes in around 4:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 4:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| catherwood - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 DJTween disembarks at 8:28 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:28 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| 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 to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'JaxMandrake', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:41 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
DJTween: Hi Jax
JaxMandrake: evenin' tween
JaxMandrake: I'm hoping I can stick around but there's a lightning storm in the area
DJTween: High winds down here in Texas too
||||||||| Catherwood leads cypo inside, makes a note of the time (8:44 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
JaxMandrake: just checked the rfo site - good to know 'the manglement' got it back up
DJTween: Hi cypo
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
cypo: good evening
JaxMandrake: evenin' cypo
DJTween: How does the feed sound?
cypo: how are things,..
JaxMandrake: I hear the beatles - that would be a good thing?
cypo: sounds good,..
DJTween: Windy and getting cold down here in Austin
DJTween: Yes, Beatles playing
cypo: snowing in Kansas City
JaxMandrake: when I did my radio show a couple of years ago, I tended to open with Frank Zappa's Zoot Allures
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Jules in through the front door at 8:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
cypo: only the 3rd time in 106 years,...
DJTween: We're making record lows tonight and tomorrow here. Will be in the high 30's tomorrow night, which is ridiculous for Austin in May
DJTween: How are things in your neck of the woods?
DJTween: Snowing in KC, eh? Yeah, not good for May
JaxMandrake: we had cold and snow up until about a week and a half ago - Mother Nature's April Fool's joke lasted all bloody month
DJTween: Hi Jules
||||||||| At 8:48 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Jules!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
cypo: no it's not, yesterday I was wearing shorts and cutting the lawn
DJTween: Yeah, winter isn't giving up easily this year, is it?
cypo: apparently not,... LOL
JaxMandrake: I can't hear Because without imagining Alice Cooper on vocals
DJTween: Yeah, went from mid 80's yesterday to mid-50's today
cypo: and so tonight is TV or not TV,... oh this will be enjoyable,...
DJTween: Never heard Cooper's version
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Beet', just granted probation at 8:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Beet
||||||||| 8:50 PM: SolomonK jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
JaxMandrake: it was in the sgt pepper's movie
JaxMandrake: evenin beet and solomon
Beet: Howdy everyone
DJTween: Guess I missed that
SolomonK: Hi!
Beet: You only have to give me your invitation
JaxMandrake: I don't want no consolation and I ain't got no reservation, I only got one destination and that's your dirty love... oops, wrong song
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and EWeston bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
JaxMandrake: evenin eweston
DJTween: Hi EW
SolomonK: Hello, EWeston!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:56 PM, dragging TheGrizzler by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM crosstown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: Evening all Happy to be here.
JaxMandrake: evenin grizzler and dexter
EWeston: And there's dexter
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
TheGrizzler: Howdy y'all!
Dexter Fong: Howdy Friendws
JaxMandrake: evenin merlyn
SolomonK: Hello, TheGrizzler!
Merlyn: can't violate probation, so no street races for me tonight
SolomonK: Hello, Dexter Fong!
Dexter Fong: Hi SK
Dexter Fong: Hey tweeny
JaxMandrake: I have to share this sampling of the crazy that I tend to carry on...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'Harpo', just granted probation at 8:58 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
JaxMandrake: I rented a game called Defiance for PS3 last week
EWeston: What kind of touring car do you like to steal for street racin.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Melanie Haber inside, makes a note of the time (8:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
JaxMandrake: and you have to put in a name - I was gonna use Jax but someone else already had it
JaxMandrake: so in honour of another comedian I love, I named my character Kittens McTavish
EWeston: Melanie hello to all your names.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 02, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with CS close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
SolomonK: Yay!
JaxMandrake: brought to you tonight by America's largest, Gaylight Savings
JaxMandrake: evenin cease
DJTween: lol
Dexter Fong: Hey Cat
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Ah Clem, just back from Billville."
CS: HI all
EWeston: Yow Cease
SolomonK: Hello!
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits at the bar.
JaxMandrake: evenin poop
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
Ah Clem: Well, close "B" close mode on Deputy Dan...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Beet: Hey, Poop
Principalpoop: howdy pardners
EWeston: Evening Pooper
CS: Theoretically Tween is playing the Ossman interview I sent him this week
shoes for the dead: evevin
CS: Hi poop
Beet: There's an echo in here
JaxMandrake: is this Frank Zappa?
cypo: pass the popcorn please.....
Ah Clem: Pass the Blue Moss please...
Merlyn: good stuff cat
DJTween: This The Disposable Heroes Of Hiphophricy with "Television, The Drug Of The Nation"
JaxMandrake: pass the indian please
Principalpoop: careful, fong puts a hole in the bottom of the popcorn bucket
shoes for the dead: it's Gil Scott Heron
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
EWeston: no, but there's an -cho out there.
shoes for the dead: me thinks
Dexter Fong: No worries Poop, I plugged the hole
Principalpoop: hehe
Ah Clem: What's this melted strofoam doing on my chicken?!? >*AH CHOOO!*<
Principalpoop: is that extra butter or what?
Dexter Fong: Close
||||||||| dvshp enters at 9:04 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
EWeston: I told him you can't use a pinapple for that, but would he listen.
JaxMandrake: sneezer's napkin-stickin chickin, this week only serving a bucket o duck
Ah Clem: They're filled with Vitamin "C".
Principalpoop: the revolution was not televised
JaxMandrake: there's a waitress on a skateboard comin at you with a bucket o duck
Ah Clem: Pineapples, that is...
EWeston: Is there fire in her eyes?
JaxMandrake: don't let your date get bored, just floor that ford and truck down to sneezer's finger-flickin napkin-stickin chickin inn
EWeston: Vera dangerous vegatable pinapples.
Ah Clem: Just pull up to the slightly melted Cluckminster Buller Solar-Powered Chicken Dome!
Principalpoop: i will not sit here and let pineapples be insulted
Dexter Fong: I'll trade you 2 potato mashers for a pineapple
Merlyn: sit over there
EWeston: Then you can stand in the corner while I have my ebil thrills
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and Anus_Buttwhumper sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
JaxMandrake: now I'm going to repeat that again for those of you on drugs
Dexter Fong: Hi AB
EWeston: AB's back
Principalpoop: i think anus will support me in this
cypo: stand him on his head,....
JaxMandrake: suspenders will support you
EWeston: No longer needs the truss then?
Ah Clem: BTW: sneezer's is finger-flickin SHIT-KICKIN' napkin-stickin chicken! ( you forgot!)
Principalpoop: depends
DJTween: Hey clem :)
EWeston: Animal or vegie?
Ah Clem: You may ask The President a question now...
JaxMandrake: look in your daddy's wallet, take out all the pictures of the dead presidents you can find and send them to me
Dexter Fong: Do you want the white ballons too?
Ah Clem: "Squeeze the wheeze, Kid!"
JaxMandrake: I've got plenty of those (and all in pristine condition too... waaaah)
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - TV OR NOT TV - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u - can be purchased at: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html'
Beet: Soupy Sales reference?
shoes for the dead: i don't trust self control either
JaxMandrake: the decline and fall of the roaming umpire
CS: this evolved from a mushroom play called Tile it LIke it Is,
JaxMandrake: Flatus Prolongus
CS: in the same sense that both 2 Places and Dwarf evolved from the Mushroom play, the TV set
Principalpoop: something makes sense here?
JaxMandrake: I heard a lot of the dwarf material in episodes of the radio hour hour
JaxMandrake: particularly the episode KWKWT-TV
||||||||| Catherwood escorts mahi in through the front door at 9:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
CS: yes,thats the same play Jax. just different name
EWeston: Oh kids today
JaxMandrake: durr pepper
Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or not TV at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Stan in through the front door at 9:16 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi stan
Principalpoop: Burnes Pyschotic Plastic
JaxMandrake: evenin stan
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and uh Clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
JaxMandrake: and everyone else I've missed properly greeting
DJTween: Hello yet another Clem
Principalpoop: a clone
Rufus_T_Firetween: They're everywhere
JaxMandrake: clem clone, back to the shadows again!
EWeston: Someday my Anti-Uh -Clem will come
Principalpoop: and everyone I inappropriately groped
JaxMandrake: or inagropriately propped?
EWeston: Magic fingers?
uh Clem: I'm really a Barney
CS: there used to be a chatter named ah clem who did what tween is doing now, DJing Firesign material during chat
Dexter Fong: He was married to a deer
JaxMandrake: the once-honourable bosco hern
Ah Clem: Already it's SUMMER. The evening air is FULL of trail bikes, Chigger bites & mosqueetoes!
EWeston: And what a set of headlights that deer had.
Principalpoop: there once was a girl from cape cod
uh Clem: I had an antler who was married to a Buck'
CS: the firesign used to play characters in The Tick
Dexter Fong: Married him for the dough, did she?
JaxMandrake: I know phil proctor's done a ton of voice acting
TheGrizzler: 100,000 tins of lizard meat is now the phrase that pays
CS: several tons, jax
Principalpoop: stalagi
JaxMandrake: I think he was m.o.d.o.k. in at least two recent marvel comics x-men games
Ah Clem: I love to hear the Firesign boys work with Billy West!
EWeston: Neareastern antlers I hope.
Principalpoop: was that of the bost brahmin antlers?
DJTween: anybody seen the movie Amazon women On The Moon? Proc was in one of the skits, called Silly Pateé
Ah Clem: Antelope Freeway 3 miles...
Dexter Fong: What else is gnu?
Principalpoop: cannibals and animals eat each other in ring number 4
DJTween: Hey Dex
EWeston: Upper crutch brahimin antlers I think.
Dexter Fong: Hi Tween
JaxMandrake: cat: I only ever watched two eps of the tick but I have the first season on DVD - which characters should I be listening for?
CS: Proc has been in a lot of skirts, er, skits
Dexter Fong: Both Cat
CS: i didnt watch the tick regularly but i did see an episode of the cartoon where phil austin appeared as himself, i think the other lads too, forget
EWeston: It had an aztec story line
Principalpoop: myan?
JaxMandrake: my favourite ep was the common cold with Thrakkorzog
CS: I think it was in a Planet Proctor, Proc talked about how easy it was to get laid during the Cuban Missile Crisis
Dexter Fong: Inka?
Principalpoop: dinka doo
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mahi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| dvshp - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Harpo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Inka ka Dink a Doo possibly
JaxMandrake: or was that fouryaksandadog? sapsuckafrog? susan?
Dexter Fong: A small reap to start the night
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:25 PM and Wunderpants steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Anus_Buttwhumper rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Anus_Buttwhumper?! It's 9:25 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: i was wrong, anus was no help, the butthole
Dexter Fong: I wonder if he surfs?
JaxMandrake: how many times was the communist love song recorded?
CS: quite a few, jax.
EWeston: I claims to hang six I know.
DJTween: Cease, do you know?
Principalpoop: the massive empty streets alone
CS: I think only Freditor knows all that data
JaxMandrake: it's one of my favourite moments from the martian space party
DJTween: we need to get him in here :)
shoes for the dead: it's been since this came out that iv'e heard this one
Dexter Fong: Tween: He seems to only show up if you say something negative about him =))
Principalpoop: i figured out why the right hates obama
Principalpoop: since his election we have lived in an obamanation loool
Dexter Fong: Do tell us Poop
shoes for the dead: why pp?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Scout', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:28 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: that is it, that is all, geesh
DJTween: Hey P
Dexter Fong: Welcome Scout, you stand here beside the great white stallion, SIlver
Scout: Hi y'all
CS: a really good scout, I hope
JaxMandrake: thanks anyway
Principalpoop: yes scout, let us move along please
Dexter Fong: A *girl* scout, I hope
Principalpoop: here is our picture back
EWeston: And the sacred cowboy Gabby.
Dexter Fong: ...mounted again on Dale
||||||||| Outside, the 9:30 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving meatsock coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
TheGrizzler: It constantly amazes me how prescient FT was about net culture.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:31 PM uptown bus from Valley Stream pulls away, leaving DadSir2U coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: are the Firesign Funnies vids around?
TheGrizzler: Or are we all just NPCs in a FT RPG?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with tuna close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:31 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
EWeston: The Martian Space Party, Everything You is Wrong are videos, there's few more.
DJTween: Hi tuna
Principalpoop: prescient sounds puerile
Ah Clem: The lonesome Beet.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:32 PM, dragging Elayne by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
JaxMandrake: evenin e
Principalpoop: hey E
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
CS: hi el
JaxMandrake: is that a survival yoyo?
Elayne: Hoorah, season's over and I'm free at last! At least for the next three days.
Beet: You rand?
Melanie Haber: Hi!
EWeston: Just in time for the Pills Brothers, hi Elane
JaxMandrake: rand paul? noooooooooooooooooooooooo!
DJTween: Hey E
Beet: I meant to type "you rang?" Sorry
Elayne: Alas, it was bittersweet, the company had a number of layoffs yesterday, another "recalibration" thing.
Principalpoop: you may have seen this already E http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k01DIVDJlY
Elayne: This is the second time they've done it since I got there, they didn't have any layoffs the entire 45+ years before I got there. I feel like I'm cursed.
JaxMandrake: it's about ecology. about ecology. ecology, as you may know, means echo mean echo
Dexter Fong: E: So everyone works pvertime so they can lay off people?
DJTween: Damn, E :(
Principalpoop: if the summer changes to winter, yours is no disgrace E
Beet: There's an echo in here
Dexter Fong: YES
Merlyn: hey E
meatsock: that duck video pleases me
JaxMandrake: so if five is two, two is one, and one is nothing, doesn't that make five nothing?
Principalpoop: with a name like meatsock, i guess so
Dexter Fong: lol poop, though I'm not sure why
Principalpoop: 18 inch corkscrew penis,oh my
shoes for the dead: yes Jax, like my paycheck
meatsock: that means a lot coming from the principal of excrement
Dexter Fong: Meat: What gos in *must* come out
JaxMandrake: cat... do you know if the FST were influenced by Jonathan Winters in any way?
Principalpoop: the father of filth
EWeston: And the words,"This not a real Test."
Principalpoop: yes, they mentioned him
Dexter Fong: and the mother of all defecations
Beet: Youth in Asia or Euthanasia?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Bobcrain into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:38 PM, then departs.
JaxMandrake: former euths in asia
CS: didn't proc mention something about that when winters died? planet proctor should be consulted
shoes for the dead: nasi goring means fried rice in Indonesian!!
Principalpoop: hogan, wotsop
EWeston: Don't let those euths near you shins!
JaxMandrake: greg proops spoke about jonathan for several minutes in one of his most recent vodkasts
Beet: Indonesia for the Indonesians
CS: that's why the name works as a joke, shoes
||||||||| 9:39 PM: cocktails in lapland 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 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Scout - dead from the common cold
||||||||| uh Clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: J Winters was at one of FTs tour stops in... 2003?
shoes for the dead: i lived there once
CS: i knew his son, jay winters. he starred in some of my plays in the ealry 60s
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Uh...Clem in through the front door at 9:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: Thanks PrinPoop, just finished watching it. Definitely Silly Site material.
Elayne: Hang on, I'll be blogging for a moment. :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or not TV at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv
Principalpoop: yeah, i did it again, wow
cypo: well,.. I SO enjoy these Thursday evenings,... but I have tickets for the IronMan3 in about 15 minutes
Principalpoop: my ObamaNation joke flopped hehe
||||||||| Outside, the 9:42 PM downtown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving pNose II coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: Okay, back.
cypo: and SO,.. so long for now,... or how ever long it takes,...
Dexter Fong: Night cypo
JaxMandrake: the longer the better
Principalpoop: iron man rusts, it is so ssad
cocktails in lapland: obaminable showman?
JaxMandrake: nighters cypo
Beet: The longer the better
Beet: Beet me to it
EWeston: If comedy was easy Ted Nugent could do it.
JaxMandrake: comedy is easy - I can do it
cocktails in lapland: sleep tight / wake up hungover
Principalpoop: ok, make me laugh jax, now
Elayne: Just caught up on the log. Yes Dex, the folks did plenty of overtime during season, and 77 of them now have, well, no more overtime, that's for sure. Only about a dozen in our office, as far as I know, the 77 was company-wide.
EWeston: Must be who you hang with.
Principalpoop: hurry up, i gotta walk the dog, make me guffaw
JaxMandrake: okay, poop: watch this http://youtu.be/QpVFNDGnqCg
Dexter Fong: Shirley, we must all hang out together
EWeston: Use your entrenching tool!
cocktails in lapland: make the bed
CS: poop, are you quoting an episode of Louie?
CS: what am i, a carpenter?
EWeston: Shirly U Jest, and surely my cover is now blown.
cocktails in lapland: if you were you'd have a hammer
cocktails in lapland: where's Lord Buckley when we kneed him?
EWeston: On the massage table.
cocktails in lapland: don't call me Shirley, I'll call you
JaxMandrake: hipsters, flipsters and finger*snap snap*poppin' daddies
Dexter Fong: Visiting the Nazz
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:47 PM and late as usual, it's Catherwood, just back from Elmertown."
cocktails in lapland: the Nazz r blue
DJTween: Cease, ready for the call?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood just announced hinslef
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and asks "Someone mention my name?"
CS: yep
Merlyn: that will cause some confusion, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Merlyn
Dexter Fong: You did you great pillock
Merlyn: He must be in two places at once
EWeston: Call me a stupid belgium hat waffle
cocktails in lapland: great pillock, mass?
cocktails in lapland: great bullock, IA
Principalpoop: catherwood has achieved selfhood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Principalpoop and says "oh, fuck off Principalpoop!"
Merlyn: sandra pillock?
EWeston: Dwarf Butte SD
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give EWeston a stupid belgium hat waffle
||||||||| Catherwood gets eweston a stupid belgium hat waffle.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with dzondzon close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:50 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
cocktails in lapland: athol, massachusetts
JaxMandrake: gesundheit
Principalpoop: and ok, you got some guffawas from me jax, i want walk the dog at peace
EWeston: Heavy on the thirty wt!
Merlyn: are we living in the future yet?
Principalpoop: morning dawns at marblehead
Merlyn: we can hear you
JaxMandrake: and I'm not anywhere at all!
cocktails in lapland: give me liberty or give me head
||||||||| "9:52 PM? I'm late!" exclaims dzondzon, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Merlyn: a babbling bergman brooks nonsense
cocktails in lapland: zeus tamed 'em at suez
JaxMandrake: women's labiation!
cocktails in lapland: standing ovulation
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - live interview with Cat Ishikawa - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
JaxMandrake: I hope those magic mushroom shows will be released someday
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Clem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Melanie Haber - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| TheGrizzler - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| cypo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Wunderpants - dead from jaundice
||||||||| meatsock - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Bobcrain - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts He WHo Is in through the front door at 9:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: Uh-oh, another mass culling. That just leaves us!
Dexter Fong: IRC CHat
cocktails in lapland: the whole US
Merlyn: cat is killin' 'em
EWeston: And someone with identity issues.
JaxMandrake: curiosity killed the cat but for a while I was a suspect - s. wright
Beet: Standing here like an idiot talking to myself
cocktails in lapland: i'll issue identity papers at the border
||||||||| 9:56 PM: meatsock jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
cocktails in lapland: nitol
||||||||| cocktails in lapland rushes off, saying "9:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
JaxMandrake: my sister got to see the firesign theatre somewhere in los angeles - she would have gotten a couple of squeeky pickles had they been selling them
EWeston: nitey cocktails dream, or TV series
Merlyn: I saw the same tour when FT was in Chicago
Principalpoop: back, what is that voice?
Merlyn: the squeeky clown noses sold out very early in the tour
||||||||| Rubber Shoes enters at 9:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Merlyn: I know that Philip K Dick van Dyke show
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:00 PM and chunky waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
JaxMandrake: philip k dick van dyke show - sounds like a portmantictacteau
EWeston: Produced,"My mother in-law, The Alien Invader."
Merlyn: The Philip K. Dick van Dyke show is available here: http://archive.org/details/AnotherFlaskOfWeird-LittleCityInSpace
Rufus_T_Firetween: Cat Iskikawa's Radio Theater site - http://www.seemreal.com/
Elayne: Oh dear, way too many years in my ears!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'ge||ge', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:03 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi gellge
JaxMandrake: I gotta do the dog walk thing too - be back in a feud
EWeston: Hi ge
Beet: Hey, Gellge
Elayne: Evenin' gellge!
ge||ge: BRB: gotta go fire up the simulated radio for the interview
Elayne: AH, technical stimulation.
Elayne: Remember gellge, you're in mixed company, keep it clean.
Merlyn: The Philip K. Dick van Skype show?
Principalpoop: i did not get to ask a question, I was robbed
CS: i read about that show in Falafal.
||||||||| 10:07 PM: Melanie Haber jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: oh melanie
Elayne: Evenin' Melanie! Thanks for doubling the XX chromosomes tonight!
DJTween: What year is this again, cease?
Dexter Fong: E: Are you sure?
DJTween: and the name of the show?
CS: this show is from 73
CS: Hour 25
Melanie Haber: Hi y'all I had some internet connection problems, but I'm back.
DJTween: filling in the track info
EWeston: Kewl
Elayne: Never, Dex. But I like to pretend.
Elayne: You know, in Mexican that's Dos Equis Chromosomes, played by a 75 year oid Brooklyn Jew.
Dexter Fong: I understand...unfortunately
Elayne: "I don't always go on Firesign chat, but when I do, it's as myself."
Dexter Fong: lol E
DJTween: So the radio show itself was Hour 25, OK
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rubber Shoes - dead from jaundice
||||||||| meatsock - dead from the common cold
||||||||| tuna - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Uh...Clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Catherwood - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: yes
ge||ge: Am back for a little while. I have news!
Principalpoop: stay thirsty for firesign
EWeston: I've found my own mixed company confusing enough.
Dexter Fong: What's gnu?
DJTween: yes??
Elayne: Wow, look at gellge's grape!
Merlyn: the news drought has ended
ge||ge: My Bear Manor Media arrived today: Dr. Firesign's Follies
Dexter Fong: They found the lost chromosome?
EWeston: send profusely illustrated illustrations
Elayne: "The Lost Chromosome of Dos Equis." I smell screenplay!
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:11 PM, dragging Ah Greg by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
ge||ge: As usual I cannot read, type, & listen at the same time.
Elayne: Oh no, my mistake, that was the litter box again.
Dexter Fong sings "Pacifico Beer, it is a friend of mine
EWeston: Nothing like a yo yo more, or less upright enough.
ge||ge: I choose to go listen. B B Later?
Elayne: I prefer if you just have a Whiz in the fridge... no wait, that was the litter box again.
Elayne: Bye Gellge!
Dexter Fong: Later ge||ege
Merlyn: circus circuits? I saw them in vegas
Principalpoop: macluin come to rest?
EWeston: Chow...arf.
Dexter Fong: This aint an interview, it's a fucking monologue
CS: no, this is an article in the ucla paper
Principalpoop: solioquay
CS: a review of Time
Dexter Fong: Takes up too much space
Principalpoop: encountering infinity
CS: I think this is the most insightful thing ever written about any firesign project
Dexter Fong: [cut to Ossman snoring]
EWeston: Big Bang, man or myth?
Rufus_T_Firetween: kill the birds, Manny
Dexter Fong: Who you calling a dummy?
Principalpoop: the mire of its own limitations, so says mark lefferton
EWeston: Anything you can say I can say louder.
Dexter Fong: Not if I turn my amp up to 11
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - 1973 Interview with David Ossman - listen to the 128k stream at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u'
EWeston: Oh sure move the goal posts
CS: the abusement park
Dexter Fong: Zeno's Gridiron
DJTween: Next Week - Roller Maidens From Outer Space
Dexter Fong: C'mon Jesus
Principalpoop: the tale of the giant rat of sumatra
DJTween: Any of you folks who want to talk on Skype during the show, please send me your Skype name and I'll add it to my contact list
EWeston: So it was you hiding in the rat's eye!
Dexter Fong: Yes it was me. a mote
JaxMandrake: bacque
EWeston: Next door to A Beam?
JaxMandrake: tween, I would but I don't have skype (and rather dislike phones in general)
Elayne: Well, I'm going to get my weekend of rest started. Toodles, all!
Dexter Fong: Ir an I Beam
||||||||| At 10:22 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Dexter Fong: Night Elayne
EWeston: See you Elayne
CS: by el
||||||||| MikeyBoi sneaks in around 10:23 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: I am I sayd
Principalpoop: oops night E
DJTween: Quite a cast on HTF
Melanie Haber: Night Elayne, good luck with everything
||||||||| Catherwood leads J House-a-fire into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 10:23 PM, then departs.
MikeyBoi: Hello from 0 degrees latitude
CS: a dooneberry ref
MikeyBoi: Hellooooo
EWeston: Have they changed the water?
CS: hello zero
JaxMandrake: evenin mikey
DJTween: Actually, we give people a lot of latitude here
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from The Plague
||||||||| pNose II - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Stan - dead from the yaws
||||||||| He WHo Is - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| chunky - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
JaxMandrake: I live in 45 degrees laxative
MikeyBoi: Ecuador to be spazific
DJTween: Glad you could join us, Mikey :)
Principalpoop: Ecuador, isn't that Gandalfs brother?
CS: ecuador for the ecuadorians!
MikeyBoi: Why are you falling apart?
EWeston: Hope things are well down there.
JaxMandrake: that seams to be the case
Merlyn: mikey, you really in ecuador?
Merlyn: oh, yes
Merlyn: Nino agrees
MikeyBoi: Bolivars for the simians
EWeston: Goon show refferrence cool.
Principalpoop: near urogay
MikeyBoi: O degrees by 78 something
Principalpoop: 78, urogray
JaxMandrake: 0 laxative and 78 rpm?
MikeyBoi: I can see the Equator fro my house
EWeston: Naughty fros.
MikeyBoi: North of Peru and south of all the coley bits
Dexter Fong: And don't even mention the to's
MikeyBoi: Coley bits
JaxMandrake: the whats?
DJTween: Early Dolby, yuk
MikeyBoi: Cokey bits, Colombia
EWeston: Ampere Watte! Where was seceted the scared OMWATTAMP.
Dexter Fong: Cat: This is a wonderfully interesting and important interview...thanks so much
CS: it really explains why their albums are as good as they are. they took this much time and interest to make the sounds perfect
MikeyBoi: The home of Atahualpa's revenge
Principalpoop: it is super cool, yes thanks cat and tween
DJTween: yes indeed, cease
EWeston: uh huh
Merlyn: yup
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes, and it's often so subtle you don't even notice it unless you focus upon it
DJTween: _not_ your average comedy recordings, by a long shot
JaxMandrake: phil austin made mention of how they were able to do it so well: "plenty of time in Columbia Records studios due to a series of mistakes on their part"
Dexter Fong: lol Jax
MikeyBoi: Hokey moley it'safoley
EWeston: happy mistakes
Dexter Fong: Poor tweeny
JaxMandrake: a blow up government man in an overblown government job
Dexter Fong: Jax, if you knew tweeny's politics, you'd undertand how ironic that name is
MikeyBoi: Eggs Akley
DJTween: a very complex production
DJTween: heheh Dex
MikeyBoi: In a production complex
Dexter Fong: Tween: =))
CS: this is why the proctors told me to do radio theatre. they want to increase the size of the genre
DJTween: cool
CS: alas, there has been little since ossman's prediction here in 73
DJTween: Well, really resurrecting the genre after TV had taken over
Dexter Fong: I'm tring to increase the size of my genre
JaxMandrake: I have attempted my part via youtube
CS: yes youtube is replacing a lot of audio
Beet: It would seem that at some point this sort of thing would explode on the net
DJTween me keeps getting spam mail asking me if I'd like to increase the size of my genre
MikeyBoi: I Googled on my Facebook
Dexter Fong: Do they promise you more energy too?
DJTween: That must have been messy
DJTween: and more sugar
MikeyBoi: Moistntoelette?
EWeston: I get offers to make big money dancing naked on my lap top. Only 100hrs a week
JaxMandrake: I've been shot out of canon
Dexter Fong: No thanks I'll just use the mens room
Beet: Canon or Conan Doyle?
DJTween: lol EW
MikeyBoi: Moist towelette?
CS: Canon Doyle
DJTween: Conan O'Doyle?
EWeston: Often mistaken for Aruther Cohen's doily
JaxMandrake: multiple identity - M.I. the waster
||||||||| gaseousclay tiptoes in around 10:39 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SolomonK - dead from the yaws
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: EW: Are you referring to the anti=antimaccasiter?
CS: that is one firesign film i havent seen. the other is 12 dreams.
MikeyBoi: I had an anti maccasiter on my sideboard
EWeston: No it hurts my mouth to say that. So it must be something else
Dexter Fong: I installed an anit-antimacassiter on my Mustang to increase downforce
JaxMandrake: dexter: spoiler alert!
Dexter Fong: Spoil away
EWeston: Extra dark matter attactors in this model?
MikeyBoi: Off the draft
JaxMandrake: /me installs a spoiler on the mustang
Principalpoop: cheering for yul brenner
Beet: It boggles the mind that some wealthy cool guy didn't float some of these Firesign projects
JaxMandrake: I wasn't around at the time and it'll be a little more time before I have the money honey
Dexter Fong: Beet: There ain't a lot of wealthy *cool* guys...most *cool* guys aren't that interested in wealth
MikeyBoi: Wealthy cool guys don't understand what they are standing under.
Beet: Understood
Principalpoop: they walked out, it went past them, lordy
Dexter Fong: Beet: Especially back in those days...before Apple and Microsoft etc
JaxMandrake: it walked past them as they went out
Dexter Fong: It walked by then and they turned not
Dexter Fong: them
Principalpoop: casting pearls before swine
Dexter Fong: neither did they pirhoette
MikeyBoi: In one ear and out the other rear.
JaxMandrake: cast the beard from your own eyes
EWeston: Straight groove fans
Dexter Fong: And don not the mustache of ambiguity
MikeyBoi: Fanning the flames of groove
Dexter Fong: Flaming groovies
Principalpoop: explaining a time loop to a moron lol
EWeston: But watch out for the fur tounged enema of surprise.
Dexter Fong: ol EW, I always forget about that
Principalpoop: it justs stops, what is up with that? duh?
CS: My review of the new Guaraldi bio will be called The Man Behind the Mustache
Dexter Fong: lol
JaxMandrake: I invented Furburger Helper - the definition of the happy meal
EWeston: That's why its a surprise
Principalpoop: why does he say ouch when he turns into the building?
Dexter Fong: Hey, that's my title for a biography of Hitler
CS: Guaraldi's mustache was more pronounced
DJTween: LOL Jax
JaxMandrake: I never know how to pronounce a mustache
Dexter Fong: Cat: How did he pronounce it?
Dexter Fong: Was his pronounciation strained in some fashion
EWeston: Groucho's mustach pernouced better
Principalpoop: a nice accent to his face
Dexter Fong: Ampersanded on and off
JaxMandrake: I use ampersandpaper
Dexter Fong: How gritty?
Principalpoop: use at your own asterix
JaxMandrake: nitty
Dexter Fong: Very witty
JaxMandrake: what a pity
Dexter Fong: Neither a quity nor a ...
Principalpoop: pitty pitty po po banana nana no no iggy diggy do do, potato
Dexter Fong: CHUCK!!
EWeston: Danger to exposed skin to, for the use of smoothing baby butts?
DJTween: part deux...
JaxMandrake: part duh
EWeston: For use of blah people
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| gaseousclay - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
JaxMandrake: hah... "call first or I'm likely to be here"
Beet: great line
CS: yeah hodel was great
Beet: Are we a cult?
CS: willl dead bergman become famous?
Principalpoop: if you have to ask, yes
EWeston: We're not hostages
Dexter Fong: Beet: We *are* cultured
JaxMandrake: cult from a different cloth
Beet: Good
CS: i'm extrapolating from ossman'
JaxMandrake: we are sausages with eyes
CS: s conversation 40 years ago, poop
Dexter Fong: We're all gonna go paint houses in the valley
Principalpoop: huh?
Beet: lol Jax
CS: which is now alive and well on line
CS: tom's newsletter later became Elayne's Falafal
ge||ge: I had no idea it was "available" back then.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: Yeah, how come Tom G never shows up here?
CS: how many newsletters were there over the years? 5 or 6?
CS: dont know, tween. you might ask him
Dexter Fong: He's in a nursing home
CS: phil fountain has been here
DJTween: is that true, Dex?
||||||||| Melanie Haber rushes off, saying "11:00 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
CS: i met him at the Brouhaha last year
Dexter Fong: Yeah< I saw him on tv the other day selling reverse mortgages
DJTween: lol
DJTween: ok
JaxMandrake: tweeny, do you happen to have "in the firezone"?
CS: there is an awful lot of plugging on this
Dexter Fong: It's downright plug ugly
CS: i wonder if any of these pluggers were at all successful in the past 40 years
Beet: All these call ins have their own projects to promote. Is this typical L.A.?
Dexter Fong: If you have to ask, you need an agent
DJTween: JaxMandrake: tweeny, do you happen to have "in the firezone"? < I don't think so
DJTween: Where's it from?
Beet: double lol Dex
Principalpoop: i guess this is not a good time to present the radio sci-fi comedy drama play I am writing
JaxMandrake: it's an album from (I think) 1999 of a live performance in Seattle
CS: that is a cd doc technical, merl and my DAT machine recorded at the seattle show in 99
Dexter Fong: Poop: Undiscovered talents
Beet: send me the script nut call first
Beet: nut for but
DJTween: nope, don't have it
Dexter Fong: We're out of script nuts
JaxMandrake: I have a copy of it that was my sister's
Dexter Fong: Jax: Seems like your sister was way hip
CS: i have only one disc left, my friend's car cd player ate it when we were driving down to the bergman memorial show
Dexter Fong: I hate when that happens
Rufus_T_Firetween: In The Firezone - In the Firezone: Firesign LIVE 1999 - http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458
Dexter Fong: Rufus to the Rescue
Principalpoop: should have fed it a meatloaf cd
CS: i'll have to get another copy from doc
DJTween: Jax, it's not listed at Firesign Media
DJTween: weird
JaxMandrake: she also got a copy of Phil Austin's Nick Danger Daily Feed Tapes with Phil's autograph
DJTween: kewl
CS: the people on this show are 2 couples, and their guests are another couple
JaxMandrake: which I am holding in safekeeping - it has never been unwrapped
Dexter Fong: Jax: Does your sister have a brother?
JaxMandrake: dex: yes. me.
Beet: The two guys are a couple?
Dexter Fong: Quell surprise!
DJTween: lol
Merlyn: time to go, cya next wick
JaxMandrake: nighters merlyn
Principalpoop: night M
DJTween: bye Merl
Dexter Fong: Night and muschas gracieas Merlyn
CS: by merl
EWeston: By merl
||||||||| At 11:09 PM, Merlyn hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: i cannot tell one voice from another
JaxMandrake: my parents had one of each standard child and decided that was enough
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MikeyBoi - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: 'bye
Dexter Fong: Poop: THAT"S BECAUSE THEY"RE ALL IN YOUR HEAD
Beet: another promo
JaxMandrake: I sadly have to stop listening and consider this concept called sleep
Principalpoop: another undiscovered talent here
Dexter Fong: Really! =))
Beet: I need an agent
Principalpoop: rock a bye baby
Dexter Fong: HERE TRY THIS ORANGE
JaxMandrake: last time I rocked a bye baby I almost got arrested
Dexter Fong: sorry
EWeston: May the lessor Hu Hu, who lives in a tree bless you all real good, and adeu
Dexter Fong: Okay then EW
Principalpoop: what is it called, a rifno, riffy, something like that
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "11:12 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
CS: by e
DJTween: anything special we can do for Roller Maidens next week, cease?
JaxMandrake: I'll be back next week to do this all over again
Principalpoop: forward, into the future
DJTween: Might you have an Austin interview on that?
Dexter Fong: It's all new all the time JM
Beet: See ya Jax
DJTween: until next time, Jax
JaxMandrake: and I'll be sure to talk to my sponsors at Waste Management Supermarkets and Secondhand Foods to see if I can't get some good coupons to share
CS: i'll go through what i have but i dont think so, tween
DJTween: lol
JaxMandrake: nighters dear friends!
Dexter Fong: And talk to your sister too
CS: sounds like my experience meeting Hope
Dexter Fong: Night JM
Beet: Hope needed writers
CS: by jax
Principalpoop: the idea of the future, keep em flying
Principalpoop: the tale of the naga
Dexter Fong: This reawakens my slumering distatste for call in shows
Beet: another script wow
Principalpoop: below oxnard
CS: thats one reason i didnt listen to the original rfo, dex
CS: way too much of this
Dexter Fong: Cat: Uhuh
Dexter Fong: Me too
||||||||| "11:17 PM? 11:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "SolomonK should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as SolomonK enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: no more mo
CS: all the Mo's are extinct
DJTween: Hi solomon
Dexter Fong: mo is less
Principalpoop: i ain't got no jack
Dexter Fong: So who's getting th baby solomon
Dexter Fong: the baby(comma) solomon
Principalpoop: pokomon and solomon, sitting in a tree
DJTween: solomon, do you swim upstream?
SolomonK: I actually joined this chat to find out whether "TV Or Not TV" is available in non-vinyl form.
Dexter Fong: One is you and the other is me
CS: http://www.ojhasmagazine.com/may-2013/cat-11/
DJTween: because I have to warn you I have good filters
CS: My daughter Monique's friends in Vancouver called her Mo
SolomonK: I mean, without ripping it from tonight's feed, which I would not do.
Dexter Fong: SK: We don't wish to know your motives, just glad to have you here
Principalpoop: somebody can answer that, sorry for pouncing on you
DJTween: Solomon - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html
CS: There's a story about her by one of said friends in the above link
DJTween: CD form
CS: A monthly e-mag I contribute to
SolomonK: Glad to be here. Glad you didn't clear the screen!
Dexter Fong: We sreened you and you're clear
DJTween: We only clear the screen when the dead flies get too think
Dexter Fong: and we're glad
CS: they're talkikng about something that has been with us for a long time, comedy networks
Dexter Fong: I think therefore I'm a dead fly
DJTween: *too thick
Dexter Fong: Who're you calling thick?
SolomonK: Can I pay for the download with my ChargerCard?
Dexter Fong: Charge ahead SK
DJTween: or Bitcoins
SolomonK: Pretty good, Dexter!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Is this a 25hour interview?
CS: 90 min
Dexter Fong: David desperately trying to get outta there
DJTween: lol Dex
DJTween: an Oss-a-Thon
Dexter Fong: Fersure
DJTween: 14 minutes left
Dexter Fong: Coutdown to relief
||||||||| 11:24 PM: superwillers 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 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JaxMandrake - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
superwillers: lulz
DJTween: Hi super
Beet: Poor Dave
Dexter Fong: Hi supe
superwillers: well this is pretty awesome right here
DJTween: whazzup, supe?
Dexter Fong: Awww...some of us are
superwillers: i'll just wait here in the sitting room...
Dexter Fong: We can hear/see what you are typing/thinking
Beet: I would be fascinated to hear the genesis of the album titles
CS: firesign theatre: being awesome since 1966, or so
DJTween: Have to ask that of Proc, Beet, when he shows up
Dexter Fong: Beet: Almost none of their titles come from the Bible
superwillers: is there a way to read back more than 10 lines?
Principalpoop: or where the album titles came from...
Principalpoop: the cheese log
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Joe From Chicago', just granted probation at 11:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
CS: go to Log, super
Dexter Fong: Click on the red *Log*
||||||||| 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 regnad kcin gets out at 11:27 PM.
CS: from the beginning
Dexter Fong: and so it shall ever bee
Beet: before the beginning
DJTween: http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html < click on the LOG at the bottom
Principalpoop: hey joe, whatta ya know?
DJTween: oops
DJTween: wrong paste
Dexter Fong: Reg, etal ruoY
DJTween: but you got your answer
superwillers: ohhhh now i get it, thanks, sorry for the dumb question
regnad kcin: May I see your passport please?
Dexter Fong: No dumb questions, only uninformed ...
||||||||| anus buttwumper tiptoes in around 11:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
CS: no, you may not
DJTween: Not a dumb question. Lots of features to the chat
Dexter Fong: wb ab
anus buttwumper: I thought you were Nancy, sorry
DJTween: Click on the '?' for help, obviously
Joe From Chicago: Just came out of the sewer to say hi.
superwillers: i love chat rooms, teehee
DJTween: Hi Joe
DJTween: Hope you can join us at 9pm EST next time
Dexter Fong: Joe: How do I know it's you?
anus buttwumper: Hey Joe how the swindle
CS: yes, i knew that
Beet: How do I know it's me?
superwillers: none of you are you, this is just a dream sequence
Dexter Fong: It's okay, I can vouch for you, Bozo
anus buttwumper: there's a pair of womens shoes
Beet: Whose movie is this anyway?
DJTween: Mine!
superwillers: yes
Dexter Fong: Mime!!
anus buttwumper: it's nobodys chatroom now
Beet: Mine!
Dexter Fong: It's anybodys guess
superwillers: DON'T STEP ON IT!
Beet: Hand me the pliers
Dexter Fong: Why?
superwillers: are you trying to get us all killed??
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my Radio Free Roadkill Show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
Dexter Fong: No, just some of us
anus buttwumper: mostly them and not many of us
Dexter Fong: You betcha...Immigrants
superwillers: calculated risk, i see
Beet: Invited to build cars
Dexter Fong: Not calculated, just dumb luck
superwillers: i thought you said it was uninformed luck
||||||||| "11:36 PM? 11:36 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph Spoilsport should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph Spoilsport enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| New notice: 'Lily Bergman College Fund - -Remember to help Peter Bergman’s daughter with her college experience by donating to the Lily Bergman College fund - http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/'
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 11:36 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Ralph, where can I get a good deal on a pre-owned new car
anus buttwumper: Hey guys, how 'bout bending a couple of MaDoDah rolls
||||||||| "Hey Joe From Chicago!" ... Joe From Chicago turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:36 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: Madonna Rolls?
Ralph Spoilsport: if you catch my meaning!
Dexter Fong: I get your drift
CS: hi capt
anus buttwumper: Mah Do Dah
Dexter Fong: And I like the cut of your giblets
Beet: world's largest new-used and used-new dealershtp
Ralph Spoilsport: Here in the city of Emphysema
Principalpoop: that was super cool interview
anus buttwumper: Hey Vie, is that a new dress?
superwillers: whoops! gotta go, you can have my portion of giblets
Dexter Fong: Cut it out Tweeny
Beet: That was an interesting interview
CS: i hope elayne phones in
ge||ge: Yes. Thank you CS.
Dexter Fong: I'll be late next week you guys
Principalpoop: thank you
CS: your welcome, gege
Beet: Tweeny, I'm an expatriot Texan myself
Principalpoop: the late dexter fong, how sad
DJTween: So what got you to West Virginia, Beet?
Ralph Spoilsport: I'm a current Dallasite
Principalpoop: what kills you fong?
Beet: A long and winding road
Principalpoop: take him home, country road
Ralph Spoilsport: Hopefully Dr. Fork will arrive in time with the anectdote
DJTween: there are a bunch of those in Texas ;)
Dexter Fong: Poop: *You* kill me poop, oohoo, you kill me
Principalpoop: loool
Principalpoop: sorry about that
Ralph Spoilsport: A wise guide to be ruled by
Dexter Fong: Thanks again Cat for the material
Beet: Thanks again, Tween. G'nite evrybody
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, it was fun :)
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: i just wanted a taste of your heart, not eat the whole thing
CS: if i have it, everyone else should too
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween rushes off, saying "11:42 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: is that the bus? ok, have a super week all, ciaooo
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:42 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..."
Dexter Fong: I don't have a whiz in the fridge so I gotta go make one...see y'all
||||||||| At 11:42 PM, Dexter Fong vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Ralph Spoilsport: Well, I guess it's back to the shadows again for me
SolomonK: Good night! I look forward to returning!
CS: hope to hear someone else on tween's skype next week, or whenever
CS: off we flit
||||||||| CS runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's CS?! It's 11:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
ge||ge: I have this whole book of Austin's to read through. Nite!
||||||||| ge||ge hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's ge||ge?! It's 11:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Around 11:51 PM, Ralph Spoilsport walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| anus buttwumper - dead from the yaws
||||||||| DJTween - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws
||||||||| superwillers - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:58 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs J House-a-fire by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| SolomonK - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 DeadCat gets out at 12:19 AM.
DeadCat: Dear...where's the dead cat???
DeadCat: Wow...what a lively chat room! I'll have another!
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DeadCat - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads L. Bill Rubbered in through the front door at 12:52 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, L. Bill Rubbered exits at 12:52 AM.
||||||||| 12:53 AM: L. Bill Rubbered jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
L. Bill Rubbered : Cha-TROOM! Wow, that was a big one!
L. Bill Rubbered : How much is that gorilla in the window?
L. Bill Rubbered : THROW 'IM A NANNER NANNER NANNER NANNER....
L. Bill Rubbered : I'll climb up to the top of this Freudian symbol to escape...
L. Bill Rubbered : There he is! Aim low, boys!
L. Bill Rubbered : FOO DOO DOO DOOP!! FOO DOO DOO!!
L. Bill Rubbered : Those must be the FOODOOP FIGHTERS...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
L. Bill Rubbered : Featuring former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohrilla.
L. Bill Rubbered : ZZZZZZZZZZZZ.....top.......ZZZZZZZZZZ...top......
L. Bill Rubbered : Sounds like he's got sleep ape-nia.
L. Bill Rubbered : THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS THIRTEEN HUNDRED HOURS.
L. Bill Rubbered : I asked a chicken who to vote for, and it said "Baraack!"
||||||||| L. Bill Rubbered leaves to catch the 1:05 AM train to Texas.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz...oh, wha? Huh?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Captain Equinox in through the front door at 1:34 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Captain Equinox: I just caught myself leaving the room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 2:10 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): My apoplexies for my tardiness tonight! It was a stroke of luck that made it this far for tonight! I should wish the Firesign Theatre and all of their many fans and fiends a most pleasant May as we enter into the End Times.
||||||||| It's 2:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 2:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the yaws
||||||||| 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 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
anus buttwumper
Beet

Captain Equinox
cocktails in lapland
CS
cypo
DeadCat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
EWeston
ge||ge
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
JaxMandrake
Joe From Chicago
L. Bill Rubbered
meatsock
Melanie Haber
Merlyn
MikeyBoi
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
Scout
shoes for the dead
SolomonK
superwillers
TheGrizzler
Ah Clem
uh Clem
URL References:
http://archive.org/details/AnotherFlaskOfWeird-LittleCityInSpace
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://www.amazon.com/In-Firezone-Firesign-LIVE-1999/dp/1576771458
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.ojhasmagazine.com/may-2013/cat-11/
http://www.seemreal.com/
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6k01DIVDJlY
http://youtu.be/QpVFNDGnqCg



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