A Firesign Chat
06/13/2013




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 June 13, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and RedPillTweeny gets out at 5:36 PM.
||||||||| It's 5:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:27 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:28 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| 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 stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:41 PM, dragging DrWho42 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Doctor
DrWho42: Hello Rufus, glad to be back
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: We're Glad You Made It!
DrWho42: How is everyone tonight?
DJTween: Just the two of us here at the moment ;)
DrWho42: Lol, well, I'll check again around showtime :P
DJTween: I have two monikers (two computers to make the station)
DJTween: people should start showing up soon
DrWho42: Oh, I'm sure. I mostly just have the one, but I go by Ben on Facebook (how I found the chat)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's allbozos, just back from Albuquerque."
DJTween: Hi Bozos
||||||||| Outside, the 8:49 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving anarchitek coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Anarch
DrWho42: Hello All You Bozos and Anarchitek
anarchitek: Hello all
anarchitek: where's the crowd?
DJTween: I just sent out the announcements a couple of minutes ago
DJTween: They'll gather by showtime
||||||||| 8:52 PM: Bozos jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: and yet more Bozos!
Bozos: so are we supposed to hear an album here??
Bozos: oh, and hello folks!
allbozos: hello dear friends
DrWho42: Hello Bozos
allbozos: damn chromium switch
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Pico & Alvarado inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: This is Ricky Scaggs and Kentucky Thunder, btw
DJTween: Hi Pico
||||||||| Hawkmoth enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Hi Hawkmoth
Hawkmoth: Hellooo. :)
DJTween: Get on the lift!
Pico & Alvarado: dear friends
||||||||| 8:58 PM: regnad kcin 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 Regnad
Hawkmoth: Welcome Regnad!
allbozos: follow thr rubber line
||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 8:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
shoes for the dead: howdy all
DJTween: Hi Shoes
||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "KingOfL33t should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as KingOfL33t enters and sits on the divan.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uh-clem in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 13, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Merlyn sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DrWho42: Hello everyone
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| 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 Nyarlathotep falls out at 9:00 PM.
Merlyn: hi all
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Principalpoop coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hey P
shoes for the dead: knock knock, Who
Principalpoop: hey there
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM uptown bus from Vancouver pulls away, leaving CS coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 9:01 PM: WotZinaName jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Beet enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| 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 J House-a-fire disembarks at 9:01 PM.
Uh-clem: Uh-clem
Principalpoop: a crowd, i should sell corn dogs
DrWho42: I'm here. Who's there? :P
Beet: Very much on time tonight. Howdy
Nyarlathotep: Where the HELL am I and what happened to my horse?
DrWho42: I'm reposting this for SubGenii.
regnad kcin: stream working in chrome?
WotZinaName: Oh my favorite hymn!
CS: Hi all
Pico & Alvarado: footbillying
DJTween: Hey cease
Principalpoop: i heard this song on andy griffin, the darlings right?
regnad kcin: mmmehhhhh no tsraem
Beet: This song is too heavy for me
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "EWeston should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as EWeston enters and sits at the bar.
Pico & Alvarado: deep dip darlings
regnad kcin: stream*
Principalpoop: m3u files should play on chrome
Uh-clem: Uh-clem
Principalpoop: post carter america, that would be raygunville
regnad kcin: read me doctor memory
Pico & Alvarado: will Mr uh-clem please report to the hospitality shelter, immediately
Hawkmoth: YES! We're on, ok.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - JUST FOLKS - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album can be purchased at: http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#JUSFLKPFTFTJ'
Hawkmoth: 5 is rolling, 3 we have speed.. 2.. lol
EWeston: Whew!
Hawkmoth: I realize now, yes I remember this one. :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: Just Folks at Firesign Media - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
regnad kcin: you broke the president
shoes for the dead: PP!!
Principalpoop: strong feelings about that
CS: Haven't listened to this in awhile
||||||||| 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 Edmund-Edmund plummets into the garden at 9:06 PM.
Beet: Uckum Mall
shoes for the dead: Fawka Mall
regnad kcin: YESSS!!!
Pico & Alvarado: duck dong province
Hawkmoth: lol too many will sleep in other people's cars.
regnad kcin: has straem --->
Rufus_T_Firetween: Good catch, Pico :-)
Hawkmoth: How's your day and how's your old man?
regnad kcin: <----
Principalpoop: golden i hope
DrWho42: Bon apres-midi
EWeston: How's your uncles new shnorkling device
Beet: R U?
Hawkmoth: lol Beet yep.
Principalpoop: i went deeef
Hawkmoth: they just don't have the trained skills to be able to say it.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and Lil waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: lydia oh lydia
Hawkmoth: lulz.
Hawkmoth: No communication between people at all.
||||||||| Megimp enters at 9:08 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Lil: Geez can't you give me something more to hold onto than a skimpy old grape?
Hawkmoth: unic ations immy!
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Principalpoop: How are you?
||||||||| "I'm going to The Auditorium" says WotZinaName, and leaves.
DJTween: Hi Gimp
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bozos - dead from the common cold
||||||||| allbozos - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Lil: Don't have Skype but met them in NYC it was a great show
Principalpoop: ahh clarence snake
||||||||| "9:10 PM? 9:10 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Artie should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Artie enters and sits at the bar.
Hawkmoth: DJTween I never met any or attended their concerts but I listened to the albums with my Dad when I was little.. we put the Mark Time diorama together together. :)
EWeston: We have a damp piece of ivy Lil
CS: what a wonderful childhood, hawkmoth
regnad kcin: oh my god iv'e... iv'e got jaundice
Hawkmoth: later I collected their later stuff too and now I have a pretty solid collection of vinyl.
DJTween: @ Lil - would you like to talk about the show?
Lil: Sure what would you like to know
DrWho42: I've listened to clips on the Hour of Slack and followed those up with their albums
Hawkmoth: Oh that diorama we put together got lost to time but I found another one in a second hand shop so now I have 2 copies of Mark Time.. one with the original diorama.
Lil: The crowd was really jazzed
shoes for the dead: i infected my kids with this too
Lil: The stranger sitting next to me even offered me a hit off his smoke lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: >>Hawkmoth: DJTween I never met any or attended their concerts but I listened to the albums with my Dad when I was little.. we put the Mark Time diorama together together. :) << I had the original vinyl also, and foolishly sold it :/
DrWho42: The most excellent soundscapes
Megimp: Chat is hard to do
Lil: It was like Rocky Horror, people were shouting out and finishing their lines
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:13 PM, dragging mistabumpy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
regnad kcin: <---got vinyl
EWeston: All the red leaked
Hawkmoth: I have found it interesting that the best speakers I have now only come close to the audio fidelity of the past.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Sounds really cool, Lil
Lil: Yep right
DrWho42: What about cuttlefish?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nice, Regnad
Hawkmoth: I had whole pieces memorized, but this was my least best known one.. but listening now cracking up that I remember more than I thought.
shoes for the dead: stiff idiot
Lil: People were squeaking their bozo noses and wearing fezes
EWeston: Rock or space?
Hawkmoth: Good Lord a stiff idiot is the worst kind.
DrWho42: Hello mista bumpy
CS: this reminds me of bergman talking about going to an outdoor film in turkey and people were grabbing insects out of the air and eating them
regnad kcin: <---just scored klh 55
DrWho42: An old Saturday morning favorite
Hawkmoth: Eat it.
DJTween: yipes cease
CS: i think that was on Talking Over Each Other
shoes for the dead: singe em !
Hawkmoth: Squirrels eating squirrels, my God that's sick!
DrWho42: Secret Squirrel's Secrets
Lil: I met them all afterwards for a photo signing
EWeston: Waddabout centipeds?
Lil: They said they had forgotten how much fun the NYC audiences were
Hawkmoth: Please tell me what to do?? lol.
DrWho42: I've met Kids in the Hall in person.
Hawkmoth: lmao "a crush all over her body"
Pico & Alvarado: eat it raw raw raw rah
Principalpoop: he is a bad scout
Lil: Still have the t-shirt from that one, it has the pic of the Dwarf cover on it
Hawkmoth: the girl refuses to eat and looks like the wrath of God!
EWeston: Blackend squirrel?
Principalpoop: wrong isn't exactly right
Hawkmoth: tell us Verna!
shoes for the dead: professional adult
EWeston: A time warp into the 70's
Hawkmoth: omg I was just thinking.. I was sleeping in my pram to this.
Hawkmoth: for years on end probably.
||||||||| 9:18 PM -- Lil left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| bob sneaks in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| Lil sashays in at 9:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Principalpoop: no big deal, you still sleep in your pram
DJTween: wb Lil, hey bob
Lil: That's better, I like door knockers
DrWho42: Praise "Bob"!
Principalpoop: whatever a pram is
EWeston: An he won't share.
Hawkmoth: just being silly I sleep in a regular bed now. Praise Bob!
Rufus_T_Firetween: parameter RAM?
Hawkmoth: and Doctor Who too.
CS: originally called Mutt n' Cheops
Hawkmoth: Welcome Doctor Who~
Lil: pram is a baby carriage
bob: Bob be praised
Principalpoop: you dumb old coot
DJTween: you worship yourself, bob?
Hawkmoth: slash slash slash point two
Hawkmoth: this is my job every day.
bob: es bob worships Bob
DJTween: parambulator?
DrWho42: Thanks Hawk!
Lil: yep in a manner of speaking
CS: Your job is listening to Firesign? What a great job!
Principalpoop: per ambulater
DrWho42: Indeed
EWeston: That pore puppy!
||||||||| BigWaveDave sashays in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 9:21 PM: Gabriel 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: sackaduck truck stop
EWeston: Which door knocker will vanish mysteriously?
Principalpoop: sackaduck sackaduck
Lil: Please do NOT unbutton your jeans
DJTween: lol
EWeston: Bubble World!
Pico & Alvarado: suckaduck
shoes for the dead: bacon rind on the whistle front
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Lil: I think this is the only recording I never heard before
regnad kcin: ahhhh the funway
Pico & Alvarado: unbutton your jeans and drop your workload
Lil: I never take my cursor out in public
Principalpoop: there are thousands of dear friends, i think
regnad kcin: agree lil
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:23 PM and pNose II steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: And drop your load on the Giant Toad!
Lil: finally, some agreement
EWeston: That grape gets around
Lil: Hong Kong New York love it
regnad kcin (
Principalpoop: it like having now in your liiving room
Pico & Alvarado: the first clang of a lead guitar
Principalpoop: it is even
Lil: LOL on the grape bit EW
regnad kcin: great stream
DrWho42: Greatest of streams
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| KingOfL33t - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Nyarlathotep - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Edmund-Edmund - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Megimp - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
regnad kcin: love it
Principalpoop: address is born free marine land
EWeston: The Homeland Security Fols know about that grape
Hawkmoth: I used to send the Firesign fan mail to whatever album I had last but maybe because my Dad was lame or record stores where I was were lame or
Hawkmoth: he region itself was lame..
Pico & Alvarado: don't mind the flies we won't weigh 'em
Hawkmoth: I never got anything but returned mail "insufficient address"
shoes for the dead: Little Guy!!!!
Pico & Alvarado: we take a fast car?
Lil: Was that Folks or Fools or both EW
Hawkmoth: or nothing.
||||||||| "9:26 PM? 9:26 PM!!" says Catherwood, "HenryCow should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as HenryCow enters and sits on the couch.
Hawkmoth: There used to be addresses on the albums.
Pico & Alvarado: a speedy motor boat?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:26 PM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Regnad Kcin coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DrWho42: How now HenryCow?
Hawkmoth: like 1909 Euclid Ave
shoes for the dead: we takin a speedy cruisaboat
Lil: Never noticed that Hawk
EWeston: Twere foolish fools (TM)
regnad kcin:
regnad kcin: ...cough...
HenryCow: hello
CS: good thing the war with the cows is over
DrWho42: There is another system, to quote Colossus
EWeston: Speak to me Rinad!
Lil: Great album this one
Hawkmoth: omg laughing
HenryCow: here's a quarter for that cough
Principalpoop: fast acting thought control, cool
regnad kcin: !we can make tortillas
||||||||| Catherwood ushers George Tirebiter in through the front door at 9:28 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: confidence in the system, have it
DJTween: Hello George
EWeston: Good I'm hungry
Beet: a smattering
Lil: Crap I got caught in a time warp
Principalpoop: far out
EWeston: Were you wearing wool?
Hawkmoth: 1919 ninetween twice
DrWho42: It's just a jump to the left.
Lil: Only around the wrists and ankles EW
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Nippy', just granted probation at 9:31 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
shoes for the dead: good jobs for horses too!!
EWeston: Stylin! Goot!
Principalpoop: wooly bully wooly bully
Pico & Alvarado: shovemit
Lil: Somebody wipe that drool off Poop
regnad kcin: wonderful stream
EWeston: Say that to a moutain goat in heat...once.
mistabumpy: ok
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Buckster into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:32 PM, then departs.
||||||||| At 9:32 PM, mistabumpy scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DJTween: Hmm, getting a bit nippy in here
Principalpoop: salicone sally, why your legs so long?
Principalpoop: let that be a lesson, now all sing along, wooly bully
Pico & Alvarado: why Pooper?
Lil: Keep your distance from Poop when he perseverates
Principalpoop: legs all the way up to her bottom
regnad kcin: !!!
Lil: Thanks for the anatomy lesson
EWeston: I prefer "You Done My Brain in" by the Bonzo's
Principalpoop: haha hehe hoho
Principalpoop: huhu lol
DrWho42: worp worp
EWeston: illegal lyrics alert!
HenryCow: AHhhh Slimey wild you honey child give me you bump You've done my brain in!
Lil: Too late I already flashed my cookies
EWeston: Thank you Hanry
EWeston: Or Henry
HenryCow: welcome!
Pico & Alvarado: can you get electrocuted with beer all over the table?
Principalpoop: I was raised by a toothless bearded hag
Pico & Alvarado: Hey Chucko
EWeston: I always misspelt my name when I tried it.
Lil: Catherwood do something with Poop will you please
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to Lil and asks "Did you want me?"
regnad kcin: only electrical beer
Lil: I ALWAYS want you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets you.
Lil: LOL!!
Principalpoop: far out
DrWho42: Groovy
EWeston: He's never been arrested for stalking
Pico & Alvarado: Catherwood gets you in
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Pico & Alvarado and inquires "Did you need me?"
DJTween: Catherwood, do you Grok it, man?
||||||||| Catherwood ignores DJTween
Lil: There's always a first time
Principalpoop: ok celery boy
DrWho42: Oh, he does
EWeston: Not in this country anyway, maybe.
DJTween: Catherwood, please get everyone a bottle of Heinlein
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone a bottle of heinlein.
DrWho42: haha
Pico & Alvarado: roll a couple bombers and leave them on the side table
Lil: Well that cheers me up
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| George Tirebiter - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Regnad Kcin - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Uh-clem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Artie - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Gabriel - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| pNose II - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| stevereeves enters at 9:40 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: agnes morehead
Beet: many dropouts
DrWho42: The Invaders
EWeston: No that's Steve Reeves
CS: lol
Pico & Alvarado: mohawks buttes and raparounds
Principalpoop: manifest destiny
DrWho42: Not really, anyways
Principalpoop: destiny destiny no escaping destiny
DrWho42: "friendly" fire
regnad kcin: Catherwood, please leave a couple of bummers on the side table
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside regnad kcin and yells "oh, fuck off regnad kcin!"
EWeston: Shouted the Captain of the ship!
shoes for the dead: depend on what you mean by people
regnad kcin: lol
||||||||| 9:42 PM: Hemlock Stones SC jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Beet: it was your destiny to say that
DJTween: Hail and well met, Stones
Lil: Poop you're on the wrong side
Pico & Alvarado: These people not friendly
Principalpoop: kismet
Hemlock Stones SC: it was my destiny to arrive at this moment
Hemlock Stones SC: serendipity
EWeston: Long ways from friendly
Principalpoop: sides? i thought we had quadrants now
DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: Or serendippidido too.
CS: Destiny Springfield, I remember her
Lil: Was that just a commercial?
Principalpoop: she was dusty
Pico & Alvarado: nothing but indians
EWeston: Obsidian door knockers up!
Hemlock Stones SC: or buffalo
Lil: Love OZ!!!!
Principalpoop: just folks, anyone we know?
regnad kcin: five seconds til blast off
EWeston: I ain't pickin up a buffalo. I forgot my truss.
shoes for the dead: haven't heard the lizards in a while, Tween
Hemlock Stones SC: your knickers?
DJTween: very fun band
DJTween: hilarious parody of Leonard Cohen
||||||||| 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 Elayne falls out at 9:46 PM.
EWeston: I left them at a bus stop
Principalpoop: hi E
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Evenin' all! What a great crowd once again!
CS: Hi El
DrWho42: Hello Elayne!
Principalpoop: i have been a thorn in their side, now you knock them over
DJTween: How you feeling, E? Walking OK?
Beet: Hi Elayne
EWeston: Gathered around a swelling fire of tires
Elayne: Good to see you again, DW42!
regnad kcin: enyalE iH
Elayne: Tween, still limping a bit, particularly when the weather gets nasty, but I'm doing my stretching exercises so it's really tons better.
DrWho42: Right back atcha! Highlight of my evening and better part of my day
Elayne: Oh dear Regnad, I don't think I could type that way consistently...
EWeston: Good E
Elayne: Nice album choice, Tween. One of my favorites. A good, polished version of Pass The Indian, Please. And lots of memorable lines. "I die every night..."
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'pNose II', just granted probation at 9:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hello Mayor
Elayne: Sorry I haven't responded to your email yet, Cat, I'm still trying to formulate stuff. My basic idea revolves around the "post-privacy world," I think that's very Firesign'ish.
DJTween: Yes it is, E
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Radio Free Oz June 20, 2011 - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u'
CS: good idea, el. and very topical
DrWho42: Delightfully dystopian
DJTween: cease, any news on a new radio station?
Elayne: It's a good germ of an idea, Cat. And as we all know, ideas are easy, execution is hard. I believe you can be executed for ideas in the post-privacy world, by the way.
CS: no
DrWho42: "It's no good. They're tapping the lines." http://bit.ly/16bFGhv
CS: i remember this rfo
DJTween: "Oh, Afghanistan" was a little prescient, eh? :/
Elayne: Or taping the lines, or lining the tapes.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'BklynGrrrl', just granted probation at 9:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: They're building this huge building to house all the data, this thing is a monster.
shoes for the dead: executing idealists is easy
EWeston: Only the Duck Tapes
DJTween: Hey Brooklyn
DrWho42: Keep circulating the tapes, folks.
Beet: Obama: The New Nixon?
DrWho42: Oh, hey, I was there last summer.
BklynGrrrl: I'm here
Elayne: Here's a word that sounds like it was made up by Firesign : Yottabyte.
CS: it does, el
Elayne: http://techcrunch.com/2009/11/01/nsa-to-store-yottabytes-of-surveillance-data-in-utah-megarepository/
BklynGrrrl: Yottabyte?
Elayne: Like I said, I'm still germinating the idea, but I'm hoping for a yottabyte of ideas soon.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from measles
||||||||| anarchitek - dead from measles
||||||||| HenryCow - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Nippy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Buckster - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: Attaboy, yottabyte!
Rufus_T_Firetween: >>Beet: Obama: The New Nixon? << "If The President does it, it isn't illegal." (remember?)
EWeston: I figure if anyone wants to surrveilance me, I hope its entertaining.
BklynGrrrl: I remember
Elayne: No, in a way it's worse than Nixon, he made sure it was legal before he did it.
Pico & Alvarado: criminal elite
Principalpoop: yotta yotta yotta, at least they have a sense of humor
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please give everyone 4th Amendment protections.
||||||||| Catherwood gives everyone 4th amendment protections.
Elayne: Just so, EWeston, I want to focus on characters who, like tons of Facebook users, willingly give up their privacy for the illusion of safety, and that illusion keeps being ripped out from under them.
BklynGrrrl: Thank you
EWeston: executive power just does not evaporate
Elayne: I actually want to call the project "Attaboy, Yottabyte!" now. :)
Elayne: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yottabyte
Elayne: So if you want, Cat, you can run that by Mr. Austin et al.
Principalpoop: how does nationality determine how much dignity and respect you deserve?
EWeston: Lotsa commercial interest in us commsumers, bad habits that need enabling
Elayne: Well, PrinPoop,everybody hates the French, so there's that.
Elayne: I remember when we were all citizens, not consumers, but then I'm old.
Principalpoop: and the armenians, armeanians? something like that
Elayne: Nothing but post-consumer waste, now.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'cantubury', just granted probation at 9:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: "Lots of them, and not very many of us."
Principalpoop: wouldn't you say yes, mister and mrs John Q. Public, rather than knowing it all?
Pico & Alvarado: get right or get left
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
Elayne: We are all Mr. and Mrs. Public Domain, now.
Beet: The citizens have been added to by all of the corporations who are now citizens
DJTween: Hi cantubury
EWeston: Others need proper handlin per conservaspeak
Elayne: GOod point, Beet! We're consumers, and they've become citizens!
Elayne: Citizens, united, in fact!
Principalpoop: all comments at the firesign site chat become property of firesign theatre, just saying hehe
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Keith close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Beet: United against us
EWeston: I ant to see one sued for alienation of affection.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Radio Free Oz podcasts - http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Pico & Alvarado: corporation is not a person
Elayne: Well beet, we ain't got no friends on the left, we're right, we ain't got no friends on the right, we're left...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre podcasts - http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
Rufus_T_Firetween is a fan of Ron Paul, btw ;)
Principalpoop: strain credulity, oh my
DrWho42: sidewise in time
Elayne: PrinPoop, I'm glad the chats are logged, I want to take a few ideas from tonight and work them into my proposal for Cat / Austin / et al.
Beet: Sorry, Pico, but where have you been?
Elayne: Oh SHOCKER, Tween. :) :)
||||||||| Keith runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Keith?! It's 10:03 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DrWho42: Oh, nice. I didn't know these chats were logged.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Both Firesign and Oz podcasts are available free through the iTunes Store
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Keith', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes, I knew you would be surprised, Elayne
Elayne has had a few, erm, political disagreements with Tween. :
cantubury: we can all recover with treatments; if we can remember to take the treatments
Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh
Pico & Alvarado: right here, returned after 2000 years
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Keith
Elayne: P&A, have you brought enough grapes for all of us?
Principalpoop: stored for prosperity, posterior, prostitarity, prolotariant, posterity
Elayne: And profanity, Prinpoop.
CS: ok folks, i'm off. see y'all next week
Elayne: Bye Cat!
DrWho42: See you CS
Principalpoop: ciao cat
EWeston: Property pulrality surity security, and down't hurt the state
EWeston: By Cease
Elayne: Say what?
||||||||| PsyberRose enters at 10:05 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: nite cease
Principalpoop: right on
DJTween: Hi Rose
Elayne: Evenin' Rose@!
Beet: 'Bye CS
DrWho42: I might get some food in a little bit, but will return.
cantubury: if you agree with everything and will worship the state; say "huh?"
EWeston: What?
DrWho42: Hello Rose
Principalpoop: HUH! hehe
Hawkmoth: have to run too, g'night. Was fun listening!
Pico & Alvarado: nice to see you CS hope youre feeling well
PsyberRose: New here. So I use this box and say hello?
Principalpoop: keep em flying hawkmoth
EWeston: Goombye to youse Hawk
Hawkmoth D
Beet: see ya Hawk
Hawkmoth: G'night.
PsyberRose: Ah ha!
Hawkmoth D I meant
||||||||| Catherwood escorts woofless into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:07 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: wow yes rose
Hawkmoth: weird no colon.. so means no laughing face.
Hawkmoth: Hahah.
PsyberRose: So, I set my alarm. But apparently I missed it by that much!
DrWho42: That happens with me and the TARDIS
Elayne: Well, I'm spent. Off to watch the Yankees lose again. Night everyone!
Principalpoop: i want a smart shoe phone
Hawkmoth: heehe:D
Principalpoop: night E
DrWho42: Yeah, I'm barely worth retweeting
PsyberRose: nighty nite. next week it is then.
DrWho42: Good night Elayne
||||||||| At 10:08 PM, PsyberRose runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Beet: Night E
DrWho42: brb
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| stevereeves - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Hemlock Stones SC - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| pNose II - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts bob in through the front door at 10:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
bob: Bob takes his cue from Catherwood and sings God Save The Queen
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside bob and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
Principalpoop: to the tune of yankee doodle dandy
bob: With drums
Principalpoop: acoostic geetar
bob: A dance breaks out
||||||||| Outside, the 10:17 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving BILL_from_BILLville coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: that was pretty
EWeston: Debil music
bob: While fixing his bike Bill discovers there are no bones in ice-cream...Eureka!
EWeston: None in our chickens either
bob: The spine3less bastards
||||||||| At 10:20 PM, BILL_from_BILLville vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
EWeston: Some say going multicelular was the first mistake
Principalpoop: back to billville for him
Principalpoop: yes, asexual reproduction is the only way to go
bob: All that remained was the bike track in the sands of time
||||||||| Catherwood leads Someone else into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mumbles something about 10:21 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Check your chromozomes at the door
Someone else: why are they missing?
regnad kcin: don't crowd the wheels
bob: They cannot mbe found
Principalpoop: we don't need no steenking genes
DrWho42: Back
Principalpoop: wheels on fire
Principalpoop: wb who and someone else too
DrWho42: Oh, hey, Reverend Ivan Stang liked my Firesign post!
Someone else: you bet
||||||||| 10:23 PM: Ah Greg jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
EWeston: My genes have an attractive floral odere
Principalpoop: do you win eternal redemption?
DrWho42: Aha, well praise "Bob"!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| BklynGrrrl - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Elayne - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from measles
||||||||| CS - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Keith - dead from the yaws
||||||||| woofless - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: No but a nice apartment in purgatory has been promised
DJTween: Levi's Bellbottom Gene Splicing
Ah Greg: oh how can I be in two places at once....
Principalpoop: Limbo sounds ok
Principalpoop: you are not anyplace at all
bob: I painted the ceiling to match the floor..now to find the door
EWeston: Emporium and tattoo parlor
DJTween: Yeah, but limbo's very conservative
Principalpoop: yes, there is that hehe
EWeston: Good company there I hear.
DrWho42: There should be an area between Limbo, Purgatory and the Phantom Zone.
Principalpoop: bad company, til the day I die
bob: Shakin all over
Principalpoop: isn't that kansas?
DrWho42: In CA
EWeston: Euphmisms be us
Principalpoop: oh, out near pasadena
bob: up on the roof
EWeston: Right next to Hooker
bob: you can feel the heet
Principalpoop: onemotopeeyah
||||||||| Outside, the 10:28 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Nancy2 coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DrWho42: Near-ish Santa Cruz
Principalpoop: oh naaancy
Nancy2: Not much of a cloud.
EWeston: I got's one. He rides a Vebbly Vickers 19-6
Principalpoop: the plot thickens, add more chicken stock
Nancy2: Not much of a cough.
bob: Boneless
Principalpoop: rose thorn chicken bone cherry stone poem rhyme
DrWho42: Chickens are a cruel people.
EWeston: I can add them stat. Agutinated or giant size sur?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hawk Moth inside, makes a note of the time (10:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
bob: Put the pot in da chicken..then da chicken in the pot
Principalpoop: the return of hack moth, now playing
Principalpoop: no, lime in the coconut
DrWho42: Hawk Moth vs. Mothra. Whoever wins, we lose.
bob: no..noo..no
||||||||| 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'
DJTween: lol DrWho
Principalpoop: thanks be to tween
EWeston: That hack was never meant to be a sailor
bob: But he wore bell-bottoms
DJTween: my pleasure :)
||||||||| 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/'
Principalpoop: we all did, we were all rebels
bob: Paisley..I liked paisley
EWeston: The hack moths ate my bellbottoms
Principalpoop: i still do, don't see it much
bob: Cut offs
Principalpoop: i had a pair of cutt offs that I cut too short, if I sat wrong, well, ouch
EWeston: Knawed offs more like.
bob: legs were short..stove pipes after hemming
bob: but paisley..i like paisley
Principalpoop: i had a pair of floods, hand me downs
DrWho42: Bookmarked! Send off something later on.
DrWho42: Have a nice night. See everyone next week!
Principalpoop: adidas adios
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
bob: nite
||||||||| Around 10:39 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
EWeston: I'm off best to you all,
Principalpoop: that is the bus, everyone have a super week
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 10:39 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..."
||||||||| EWeston is thrown out the window just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM.
Pico & Alvarado: cool Who, see ya
Beet: Nite All. See ya next week
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cantubury - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
bob: another day has begun
Pico & Alvarado: we're off... who's on coast to coast tonight?
bob: east
Pico & Alvarado: tomarrow starts yesterday
Pico & Alvarado: shoes for industry!
bob: rubber or cork
bob: velcro fo0r the aged
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:44 PM and ferret bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
bob: Ferret falls and crushes grape
bob: A whine escpes from his hand
||||||||| Catherwood ushers ted1017 inside, makes a note of the time (10:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Someone else: I was sure I forgot to remember that!
bob: possibly it is a fact
||||||||| 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 Ula plummets into the garden at 10:50 PM.
Someone else: Please state you name...Please state you full name!
bob: Bob Roberts...or on the voting list..roberts bob
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ferret - dead from measles
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Nancy2 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Hawk Moth - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
bob: Moment of silence...............................another moment..........
bob: They were so young
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
bob: I knew it was 11 o'clock and hour ago
Merlyn: see ya later
||||||||| Around 11:02 PM, Merlyn walks off into the sunset...
Someone else: I hate it when Catherwood bellows!
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Someone else and mumbles "oh, fuck off Someone else!"
bob: Bob mounts his Vespa (scooter) and rides off into the night.
Someone else: well. that not too friendly now..is it?
Someone else: I really don't need to be anywhere that comes aross like that! I thought this place had some class!
Someone else: Catherwood needs to apologize!!!
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to Someone else and queries "Would you like something?"
Someone else: Yes don't talk to me like that!
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ted1017 - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Ula - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Someone else - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| bob - dead from measles
||||||||| 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 RedPillTweeny plummets into the garden at 11:28 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| BigWaveDave - dead from The Plague
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
Ah Greg
allbozos
anarchitek
Beet
BklynGrrrl
bob
Bozos
cantubury
CS
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
Hawkmoth
Hemlock Stones SC
HenryCow
Lil
Megimp
Merlyn
mistabumpy
Nancy2
Nyarlathotep
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
PsyberRose
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Someone else
Uh-clem
WotZinaName
URL References:
http://bit.ly/16bFGhv
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yottabyte
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=jf-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://techcrunch.com/2009/11/01/nsa-to-store-yottabytes-of-surveillance-data-in-utah-megarepository/
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#JUSFLKPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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