A Firesign Chat
08/01/2013




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 August 01, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 8:23 PM downtown bus from Austin pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:26 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween bounds 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 around 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)'
||||||||| Rono bounds in at 8:38 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Rono
DJTween: music in a few minutes
DJTween: Tonight's fare is Eat Or Be Eaten
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DrWho42 into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:49 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi 42
DrWho42: Hello everyone! I've been having summer classes in the evening so I've been scarce since.
DJTween: Glad you could make it :-)
DJTween: What are you studying?
DrWho42: Psychology, but I'm an English/Creative Writing major.
DJTween: kewl
DrWho42: Yep
DJTween: You know there are some new FST books out, right?
||||||||| "8:53 PM? 8:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hideo should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hideo enters and sits at the bar.
DJTween: Welcome, Hideo-san
||||||||| late steals in around 8:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: You're early, late :)
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies HawkMoth inside, makes a note of the time (8:54 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rono - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrWho42: Oh, yes! I was wanting to track down a copy of Big Book of Plays, but found most of them listed are pricey.
DJTween: HawkMoth, you showed up on the right evening :) EOBE tonight
Hideo: Well, I was supposed to play music tonight but a Lexus destroyed my car an hour ago, so suddenly I'm back home with you good folks.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
HawkMoth: You bet!
DJTween: yikes, Hideo
Hideo: Not my idea of a fun evening.
DJTween /
DJTween: :/
HawkMoth: EOBE is one of my favorites
||||||||| Catherwood leads CS in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:57 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| "8:57 PM? 8:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits on the divan.
Hideo: I taught Performance for the Electronic Media at Butler University for 23 years and always used one of the Firesign scripts from The Big Book of Plays as our final group project.
DJTween: The review I'm going to read doesn't think too much of it, but I like it also
Merlyn: bad luck, hideo
DJTween: Yo Merlyn, Dexter
||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hey cease
DJTween: Hi EW
DrWho42: Very nice, Hideo
CS: hi all
Merlyn: hey all
EWeston: hey everbody
DrWho42: Hello all
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:58 PM, dragging Uh-clem by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
DJTween: Hi clem
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat, Merlyn. Tweeny and all
HawkMoth: Hi
Hideo: Yo Bub!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 01, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTween: Hi Shoes
shoes for the dead: howdy
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:00 PM, dragging Lil by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Sojourner', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
shoes for the dead: hi Lil
Dexter Fong: Hi Lil
DJTween: Hi Lil, Sojo
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging dude by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Lil: Ow got a wood burn
CS: we're starting to trickle in
EWeston: She vouches pretty heavy
Lil: Hi Tween, gang
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and frogmagic steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: eobe tongiht? great album
DJTween: yes indeed
HawkMoth: Love it, CS
DJTween: The review on the FST site doesn't think it's all that great, but I'm going to read it anyway
frogmagic: Man this grape is heavy!
Merlyn: I'm listening to the 16k feed so it sounds "old-timey"
||||||||| 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 Ah Greg gets out at 9:02 PM.
CS: did you all hear it when it came out? i was living in japan at the time and didnt hear it until maybe a decade later
Lil: Love the video of this
HawkMoth: A friend sent me a tape shortly after the realease
CS: just watched the vid last night. totally different from the album
HawkMoth: We were already FS fans
DJTween: It was one one of the first CDs I bought back in the mid-80's
shoes for the dead: i ordered DOMM fri afternoon, it was on my door mon afternoon
CS: i ddint know of its existence until the internet happened and this chat, maybe 95?
CS: good for you, shoes. its a gold mine
frogmagic: I guess it needs some lubrication. Somebody pass me the 90 weight?
late: kickoff!
HawkMoth: It is very much of its time, and may seem dated, but it's still a blast
Merlyn: eat||eaten[b]
frogmagic: Raw, raw raw! That's the Spirit!
CS: it seemed to have more commercails than usual for a firesign album
CS: i remember Bergman was REALLY into gaming at one time
HawkMoth: You're low on oil
Dexter Fong: Pyst
CS: yes i bought that
shoes for the dead: don't think i know this one
CS: without having ever played Myst
EWeston: But hi on rye
CS: made a lot of money with Pyst, as i recall
late: who isn't?
||||||||| Outside, the 9:08 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Zero Ohms coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
HawkMoth: (Thanks late!)
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:08 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
late: insert the disk at your own risk!
DJTween: Hey P
Zero Ohms: More sugar!
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
HawkMoth: I hate shrink wrap!
late: kickoff!
CS: i remember michael packer playing me the pink hotel burns down because no copy could be made
Principalpoop: hey all
EWeston: Better to insert at some else's risk.
CS: that was a slight precursor to eobe
CS: hi poop
HawkMoth: I think it's a really densely layered album; it can tak a lot of listening to get all the in jokes and pop culture refernces
DJTween: Does the volume sound OK to everyone?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'The Real HawkMoth', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
shoes for the dead: little low
CS: playihng the pink hotel for me on the phone. not long after, it came out as a cassette, must still be avialble somewherfe
Principalpoop: there was a pause, sounds ok now
The Real HawkMoth: Hey someone stole my usual name of Hawkmoth lol. That's why I'm all realz.
late: hacker core!
The Real HawkMoth: Maybe because it's from this album.
EWeston: Volume is low here
CS: hawk, isnt that true with all firesign stuff?
HawkMoth: So sorry, It's my alter ego internet handle
late: i'm not afraid of bugs...
HawkMoth: Hugo's Mystical Head!
DJTween: Does the volume sound low to others?
frogmagic: I love bugs!
shoes for the dead: Not Responsible!!
Merlyn: yes tween, a bit low volume
The Real HawkMoth: lol it's ok. I've been coming in here as Hawkmoth and no one ever mentioned the reference. Yep DJTween I'm having to crank the vollume here..
CS: that was quite a volume change
late: thanks
HawkMoth: It's Egyptian
DJTween: better?
CS: within eobe, not your broadcast, tween
Principalpoop: commercials are always louder
late: y
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween
CS: true, poop
DJTween: The general volume of this rip seemed low to me
DJTween: OK looks better at the meters now too
late: damned kudzu
DJTween: There is also a very great dynamic range to the album as well
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - EAT OR BE EATEN - 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 may be purchased at >> (out of print, but can be purchased used at places like Amazon and eBay)'
HawkMoth: ChiChi!
EWeston: Volumes good, hey Pooper.
late: think it was one of the first comedy albums to come out on cd
shoes for the dead: wasn't this a movie? but different?
DJTween: could be, late
HawkMoth: I have the LP
DJTween: They also made a TV special, but apparently the themes were very diffferent
||||||||| Yohanis sneaks in around 9:16 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
HawkMoth: We raised our kids on Firesign, but this is our go-to source for family in jokes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** EAT OR BE EATEN at Firesigntheatre.com >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln
shoes for the dead: it involved a virgin and kudzu
Rufus_T_Firetween: yeah, shoes
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Desmond Crisis close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:17 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Rufus_T_Firetween: They had to sacrifice a virgin every year or the kudzu would take over the town
Lil: Eat or Be Eaten vid is on YouTube
shoes for the dead: ok, l
The Real HawkMoth: Hehee.
late: mmmm the toilet
CS: completely different
The Real HawkMoth: It's Egyptian, my real name is Laura.
frogmagic: Gotta hopt out! Peace be with you.
Principalpoop: a 65 pound show horse
CS: by frog
DrWho42: More reliable than Weekly World News
HawkMoth: Bye
Desmond Crisis: PRetty good numbers here
Principalpoop: peace out
Rufus_T_Firetween: "Eat Or Be Eaten" was filmed as a half-hour special on Cinemax (as a "Cinemax Comedy Experiment"). However, the plots of the record and film are completely different. The film centers around a Morning TV show's coverage of Kudzu County and it's upcoming annual virgin sacrifice to the Kudzu Vine, which, if not satiated, will take over the town. The record and special share some commercial parodies (the three mentioned above) and random bits and lines. The film is, likewise, slight stuff. The "National Toilet" commercial from the special would be shown on the very first "Comic Relief" broadcast.
Dexter Fong: Night frog
HawkMoth: Diet Cola?
||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mm1 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mm1 enters and sits on the divan.
Lil: Some of the bits from the album are in the vid
shoes for the dead: thanks, RTF
late: we're in over our heads...
CS: indeed
shoes for the dead: in what?
Lil: Yep ty for the blurb
Principalpoop: huh?
HawkMoth: Yo Player
late: shoplifters!
CS: this was slightly better in the vid
The Real HawkMoth: I was just quoting this the other day to kids at the supermarket complaining about shoplifters.
CS: ames to please and so does louise
CS: a lot of gun jokes throughout firesign work
||||||||| 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 plummets into the garden at 9:21 PM.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
DJTween: Hi Elayne
Dexter Fong: Hi E
DrWho42: Hey Elayne
CS: hi el
shoes for the dead: hi E
EWeston: Aims gun's?
late: it's a bitch!
Principalpoop: hi E
HawkMoth: But there's only 99 bands on the disc!
CS: the holel in the centre, just like how time flys
Dexter Fong: Is it a bug or an Easter Egg?
Principalpoop: where am I?
The Real HawkMoth: End of side 1.
shoes for the dead: on the mobius strip
HawkMoth: This is the part I don't like as much as the rest of the album
late: pink hotel burns down was precursor to this, right?
EWeston: My computer is not helpful today
Dexter Fong: Right Late
DJTween: Yeah cease, I see similarities to HTF
CS: yes late
DJTween: We serve our computers really, don't we EW?
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ah Greg - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Uh-clem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Hideo - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: mutt and smutt
late: were they going to put pink hotel out on cd? thought i read that somewhere
Dexter Fong: Cat: Yes
DJTween: Elayne, see pvt msg
Principalpoop: no msg or gluten please
DJTween: Yes, Lodestone used to sell PH CDs
EWeston: Tricky trade offs Tweeny. That's life
Elayne: Done, Tween.
DJTween: Don't know if they're still available
CS: i bought it as a cassette
shoes for the dead: indinesian leg sleeves
late: k, wasn't aware they had in the past, though this would be the first time - i'll see if i can find a used one
The Real HawkMoth: I have a copy of Eat or be Eaten on vinyl in my collection. :)
CS: wow
EWeston: It's good to know when we're not in.
HawkMoth: Me too
HawkMoth: That's the band next door
shoes for the dead: kzitz
CS: just another band from la
Principalpoop: the voice of god in kudzoo county
The Real HawkMoth: We're the voice of GOD in kudzu county! (lol)
CS: when they were recording their albums, other rock groups would be in nearby studios
Rufus_T_Firetween: Pink Hotel - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Rufus_T_Firetween: It's out of print
Principalpoop: bob dylan at the Met
Rufus_T_Firetween: but I do have a CD copy, which I shall play
CS: "if you dont like a dylan album, wait for it. you'll eentuallyl love it" quoth bergman in 67
HawkMoth: And who wasn't
shoes for the dead: iol on astroturf
||||||||| LouLou tiptoes in around 9:31 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Dexter Fong: In 67?
late: found this recipe - Brains on Toast 2 sets of Brains. White Stock. 4 croutons of Fried Broad. Breadcrumbs. 1 Egg. Vinegar. Lemon. Parsley. 8 rolled slices of Bacon. Frying Fat.
CS: he was wrong then. now he's just annoying
Rufus_T_Firetween: lots of great lines on this album :)
LouLou: Hell-O all
The Real HawkMoth: orphans roasting hobos lol.
DJTween: Hi Lou
HawkMoth: Very quotable!
The Real HawkMoth: Hi LouLou
EWeston: Hi Lou
late: turn it up!
shoes for the dead: i like fried broads
CS: indeed, tween
LouLou: Been listening....
Principalpoop: i get so hungry when we go too far
The Real HawkMoth: Still remember finding this album in the used album store and being psyched that it was one I'd never heard that wasn't in my Dad's collection, complete with jokes he wouldn't get! It was perfect.
Merlyn: Firesign mention today: http://www.thestreet.com/story/11996671/1/micron-sandisk-and-dr-memory.html?cm_ven=GOOGLEN
HawkMoth: So 80s!
CS: good for the firesigns, merl
HawkMoth: Yo dragon
late: this game hurts
The Real HawkMoth: Mace of Minos! lol
HawkMoth: That's easy...
late: initials on the screen - i know that feel
HawkMoth: I love this bit!
shoes for the dead: nort korean rip off
HawkMoth: Not my shirt
The Real HawkMoth: I love the cowboy AI ATM. It's exactly the same voice as the tram in the Atlanta airport? coincidence?? Firesigners worked on the original AI Eliza program as I understand.
DJTween: great use of a vocoder
late: took his tour shirt - damn
The Real HawkMoth: one white brains on toast tee shirt..
Principalpoop: crazy droid
Elayne: Phil Proctor's mentioned ELIZA quite a bit. But maybe that was just My Fair Lady or something.
late: pull a free knob!
Principalpoop: what do you think about that?
Dexter Fong: Is that a Lurghy Production?
CS: they were and are eternally curious, el
late: eliza...
Principalpoop: Why do you say that?
The Real HawkMoth: always pull a free knob.. lol.
Elayne I could have hacked all night, I could have hacked all night, and still have coded more..."
DJTween: lol
HawkMoth: LOL
DJTween: OK El, will be calling in a few minutes
shoes for the dead: WC again
Elayne: Okie-doke, Tween. If you're real lucky maybe Robin will say hi too. :)
HawkMoth: It's our bigmoment, Real...
Elayne: Everyone loves an English accent, after all!
EWeston: Filter that ferment
The Real HawkMoth: where's that little Egyptian boy? lol
late: damned kudzu
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| frogmagic - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Yohanis - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| mm1 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:40 PM and Beet sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
late: leprechaun scam?
The Real HawkMoth: kudzu vines done took over the town! (I often say this when lost on the road.)
Beet: Late but made it. Howdy
Principalpoop: the old leprechan scam
Principalpoop: hi beet
EWeston: Life afirmation
CS: this, and missing yolks from a similar period, are the first albums featuring bergman in love
DrWho42: Oooh
shoes for the dead: hi Beet
CS: very sweet
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
Principalpoop: Here come the E, here come the E
HawkMoth: wow
late: pickup
DrWho42: Glad to be back btw
Principalpoop: loool
Dexter Fong: If it's for me, I just left
late: damn this technology
Elayne: Tween, I tried to pick up but couldn't. Please redial.
Principalpoop: dial a 1 first for an outside line
EWeston: If you just left, you'll be beside yourself.
Principalpoop: hello?
Principalpoop: hello?
shoes for the dead: or walking in circles, EW
CS: wow, its the great elayne voice!
EWeston: No sprike engrish.
Principalpoop: a skype virgin, oh my
DrWho42: Same here.
late: *69
EWeston: Keeping yourself close eh?
DrWho42: Discovered Firesign via Church of the SubGenius's radio show Hour of Slack
Lil: Contain yourself Poop
CS: well said, el. people who think like i do
||||||||| "9:44 PM? 9:44 PM!!" says Catherwood, "grish should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as grish enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: i am beside myself
EWeston: Which of you gets to vote?
CS: in the zimbabwe election?
The Real HawkMoth: I loved listening to the albums with my Dad and many of the jokes I didn't actually really get until later but I laughed anyway at all the right spots.
Lil: Catherwood help Poop pick himself up
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Lil and inquires "Would you like something?"
EWeston: No, blackboard monitor.
late: y, i remember firesignal
CS: i used to play it for my daughter when she was very young. peorgie tireiber was i think the first english song she learned
The Real HawkMoth: Interesting DrWho42, I met the founder of the Church of the Subgenius much later and never knew of a connection
Lil: Yes get me a pick me up please
CS: its thru firesignal that i'm here
The Real HawkMoth: The first album I remember getting into was "Everything you know is Wrong"
The Real HawkMoth: But when I listen now to the albums before that, they ring all kinds of bells, I must've heard them when I was tiny.
Principalpoop: the foghorn caught me
DrWho42: I still have yet to meet Ivan Stang. Corresponded with him in various ways, but nothing offline...yet
CS: you certainly are an organizer, el
HawkMoth: You were imprinted, Real
The Real HawkMoth: lol yep Hawk.
CS: it started in 95
HawkMoth: Well, this has been a blast! Bye all!
shoes for the dead: i did that to my kids, RHM
late: freditor?
The Real HawkMoth: The original Mark Time diorama I put together with my Dad got lost but now in my collection I have the original album sans diorama and one I found later that had an unmade diorama intact. :D
EWeston: Fightin devil dogs those foghorns
||||||||| At 9:48 PM, HawkMoth vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| "9:48 PM? I'm late!" exclaims HawkMoth, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
: Bye Hawk!!!
: lol makes me want to come back as my usual self.
: i have browsed some of those newsletters, a time warp zone, lose track of time
: I remember a 1990s alt group.. alt.firesign
: I like negative space when used creatively
: I still have some print outs from that preserved with my albums lol.
: the names are gone
: The IRC chats saved in google are from Jan 2000 to Sept 2002
: hey M, what is eating the names?
: we're all invisible
: yes dwarf would be a good choice
: u tv, for u, the viewer!
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 9:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 9:50 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
: it deserves its place in the libary of congress
: The singularity happened. We are all one.
: Nefarious plan now complete!!!!
||||||||| 9:50 PM: DrWho42 jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
: I've never figured out why the names can vanish, though usually you get logged out
DJTween: manually reload your browser window
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 9:51 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| "9:51 PM? 9:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "late should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as late enters and sits on the couch.
: ohm shuntie
: tv does not define me, sorry about that chief
: you are really sounding like mcluhan tonight, el
: Hmm fave album, would be for me a very hard choice between Everything You Know is Wrong, Mark Time, Dear Friends a Firesign Chat, and Eat or Be Eaten.
Merlyn: thanks Tween, that works
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop in through the front door at 9:51 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
late: dagnabbit
: It's fun for it's own sake though.
||||||||| "9:51 PM? 9:51 PM!!" says Catherwood, "shoes for the dead should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as shoes for the dead enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Principalpoop: yes, refreshing
: I've only got a nabdagget
shoes for the dead: ahh bubblewrap
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'EWeston', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
DrWho42: Yes!
late: dadgummit
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Dexter Fong close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:52 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
late: damn
: no i wasnt, el. but i have heard this story from you
||||||||| Outside, the 9:53 PM downtown bus from British Columbia pulls away, leaving CS coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
late: ok, refresh
||||||||| The Real HawkMoth waltzes in at 9:53 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Identity coherence is dubious, at this point.
CS: i was just refreshed. and not in a good way
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Shadow23 into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:53 PM, then departs.
The Real HawkMoth: Yep I lost a comment and maybe am back.
Dexter Fong: Re-Fresh!!
CS: yes, elayne i got that from ossman as well,
The Real HawkMoth: I used to write them letters to the addresses on the albums but because I lived in the sticks I was always at least several years out of date and never heard from Firesign. :(
The Real HawkMoth: But I wrote probably 10 fan letters. lol.
CS: greatly missed indeed
Principalpoop: what did they smell like? vanilla? reefer? anything? lol
CS: good for you, el
Principalpoop: E on the skype, doesnlt need to type
CS: lol el
Principalpoop: chatroulette is next lordy lol
CS: yes lets hear dex
Dexter Fong: All hand's on Dex
DrWho42: Great if we could Stang here.
CS: you too poop
: Wow, that was actually fun! Thanks Tween!
Principalpoop: thank you so much E, wonderful
late: brush w/greatness
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Elayne into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:56 PM, then departs.
DrWho42: *could get Ivan Stang here
Elayne: Wow, that was fun; thanks Tween!
The Real HawkMoth: I know folks who know him lol, I could track Ivan down if I had to.
Elayne: Sorry, I don't know how I got kicked out of chat, must be all the excitement.
late: thanks for the memories Elayne
CS: that was great, el
shoes for the dead: thanks, Elayne!
DJTween: Thanks Elayne :-)
The Real HawkMoth: brb going to turn into the real hawkmoth without the real
EWeston: Kewl Elayne
Elayne: Wasn't sure I could summon up the energy, it's been a 10-hour work day again.
: cool
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:57 PM and LouLou waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DrWho42: Burgers 'N' Borscht
Elayne: Thanks shoes and EWeston!
LouLou: cool
Principalpoop: it was wonderful, wow
: It was nice th hear the voice connected with the coolness. Thanks E and Tween
||||||||| Beet steps in at 9:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hawkmoth close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the anteroom.
CS: you have a very radio friendly voice and you have stories to tell that no one else knows. what's not to like?
Elayne: Mostly I was worried about my lack of short-term memory. Cat remembers far, far more than I do.
DJTween: and folks, please do feel free to let me know if you'd like to Skype and talk about FST
Hawkmoth: It's me again, she who is often in the past here as Hawkmoth lol. Was psyched tonight when I saw Eat or Be Eaten was the album.
Elayne: If he says one thing and I say another, go with his remembrance.
CS: considering my history of intoxication, the fact i recall anything at all is a bit like believing in the tooth fairy
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ONLY THE BLACKNESS” (1970) - 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 - you can buy Firesign albums, books and other cool goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
Elayne: I do have a face for radio, Cat!
Elayne: LOL, Cat! You've forgotten more than I'll ever remember!
CS: lol el
Hawkmoth: I am tempted DJTween. I have a skype account I just don't use it very often.
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
CS: im too ugly for any known medium
Hawkmoth: I'd have to adjust the lighting and put on makeup lol.
Elayne: Here's the other thing about me - I talk pretty much like I type, or vice versa, so what you see is what you get.
DJTween: Let me know during the show next week and we'll set it up :)
Hawkmoth: lol CS.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Elayne: You are so not ugly, Cat. You have so much character!
CS: thanks, el
Hawkmoth: lol yes that's on Dear Friends too part of it isn't it?
DJTween: The break between the featured album and the tracks from the old days is the best time to so it (as we did this evening)
Elayne: Dex, are you still there? We should make a lunch date again. I miss you!
Principalpoop: should i grow sideburns?
EWeston: Another escapee from Butte Montana
Elayne: Tween, you need to get DocTech and Lili Skyping with you, they're wonderful!
Principalpoop: i was thinking about your tendenitus fong, i bet you have glaucoma too...
shoes for the dead: hee hee EW
Principalpoop: difficult diseaes that need marijuana medicine lol
Elayne: I'll bet DocTech is work-swamped as usual, I'll have to text him to see what's up. I miss him too.
Hawkmoth: lol, she has breasts in this picture.
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Yes I'm here. Tried to msg you but you're not on the list.
CS: Whenever I see my self in a mirror, I think, why am I not looking at something else?
CS: can you text from a kindle?
EWeston: Spent a summer there, drank a lot of koolaid.
Dexter Fong: I can see how full a shit you are, Poop =))
Elayne: I'm not on the list? Damn, I can never get into those clubs.
Principalpoop: even the greatest stars, discover themselves in the looking glass
Elayne: So, how's next Tuesday for you, Dex?
Dexter Fong: Pay your dues, E
shoes for the dead: was born there
CS: a bunch of my food columns have been collected in an ebook wchih i cant read as i dont have an e reader
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN THEATRE and OZ PODCASTS are available for the price of your firstborn chinchilla from the iTunes Store, and FST podcasts at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html - and RADIO FREE OZ podcasts at >> http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
Elayne: That's some anniversary, August 6, isn't it...
Dexter Fong: I have company coming in next week, let me get back to you
Principalpoop: yeah doctor, my tendons hurt, give me a prescription for pot hehe
CS: local store features deal on kindle which says it does email.
CS: zen disneyland is such a great idea on so many levels
EWeston: I miss the geology of Montana
Elayne: Not a prob Dex, I'm still at the Old Same Place at work.
DrWho42: There's Spaghetti code.
CS: as if there is anyhting you can't communicate
Dexter Fong: Pasta encrust. ..encrypted
CS: thwt reminds me of my initail intoxication with linguistics
EWeston: Pastatran?
Merlyn: Dr. Memory Code
Principalpoop: montana, the ahh, big horn state? big sky state? boulder state?
CS: the black box theory. the idea that there is a central you which can never be visited or underswtood by anyone not you
late: what does that mean?
shoes for the dead: Big Sky
Principalpoop: ahh existenz
EWeston: Treasure state. Recently attempts were made to pass a law, making spear hunting leagal
Principalpoop: Hawaii is big sky state too
Principalpoop: can they throw the spear, or just poke with it?
CS: saskatchewan, where i'm from, has a sky so big it invokes incoming universes
shoes for the dead: ya and keeping roadkill
Dexter Fong: Big water state too
EWeston: Attually pretty small sky when your between two mountain ranges
Elayne: Cat, I've never heard that theory but it does sound plausible to me.
DrWho42: If you read Areas of My Expertise, Hohoq is the sky state since it levitates.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE Books Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: Spears are for throwing, not poking
Principalpoop: poking with a pike?
DrWho42: Piking with a poke?
Principalpoop: spoking with a spear
CS: i have walked outside in saskatoon, when i was in university there, and there wer 5 suns, with rainbows between them. no intoxication was involved, a normal meterological phenomenon called sun dogs. but wireder than shit
EWeston: Lotta enginuity involved with poking people from an infantry square.
Elayne: No intoxication involved, Cat? Where's the fun in that?
late: they're getting avant garde again
CS: i was too poor for intoxicants in those days, el
shoes for the dead: seen em here, Cs
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LouLou - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Shadow23 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| The Real HawkMoth - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: where, shoes?
shoes for the dead: mt
Dexter Fong: Meat?
CS: yes that is close to sask
Principalpoop: wyoming, montana with an attitude hehe
Dexter Fong: Colorado, whyoming with altitude
shoes for the dead: at least our cows are sane
Dexter Fong: The llamas seem pretty tranquil
EWeston: And they appreciate a good tip.
shoes for the dead: they may seem that way......
Hawkmoth: Her nose as cold as an Alaskan Midget.
Hawkmoth: I've heard parts of this! But not all of it!
Dexter Fong: No Shoes, I tranquilized my self
DrWho42: Looked up "Sun dogs". Quite interesting.
EWeston: Our cows have anger issues?
||||||||| lukewarmwater enters at 10:13 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Elayne: I think I'm retiring now. Although never shy. See you next week!
||||||||| Elayne leaves at 10:13 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: Night Elayne
Hawkmoth: G'night Elayne!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - FT RADIO HOUR HOUR “ONLY THE BLACKNESS BEHIND ME IS REAL” (1970) - 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 - you can buy Firesign albums, books and other cool goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php '
Principalpoop: night E, thanks again
EWeston: See yah E
DJTween: That was very cool to hear Elayne talk about her association with the FST
Principalpoop: i typed utah fong and went blank
DrWho42: Ivan Stang talked about the term "honky". :P He thought it was from a comic book series Turok whenever someone points and says "Dinosaur."
shoes for the dead: leftover from the 100 yrs war EW
DJTween: Maybe you next week, Dex?
CS: by el
EWeston: Let them be jerky
Dexter Fong: Utah is colorado with serious oddities
Principalpoop: lol
Hawkmoth: a hunkered down white guy, stereotypical honkey lol that makes sense
Dexter Fong: Tween, I have company next week so can't commit
Principalpoop: bring them to chat, we will be polite
DJTween: OK guy
CS: good point, bergman. ride the high
Principalpoop: and descrete
CS: akron was one of the strangest stores i've ever entered.
CS: i wonder where bunnboy is
CS: i loved spirit
shoes for the dead: Randy got his name from Jimi
CS: were't they in a band togehter?
Principalpoop: a fiend loose again
shoes for the dead: there were 2 randys in his band and the other was from Tx
Principalpoop: do we still have fiends?
shoes for the dead: the Rainflowers
shoes for the dead: or Jimmy James and the blue Flames
CS: have any of you seen house of cards? just saw first episode
Principalpoop: unlock his elbows
CS: kind of an anti-West Wing
Principalpoop: emmm oh
EWeston: A wired bra, another innovation ahead of its time
||||||||| 10:23 PM: Zeno's Evil jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dexter Fong: Hi Ze
shoes for the dead: bras on speed?
Zeno's Evil: Good evening.
CS: evil exit, one half hell. evil exit, one quarter hell....
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lukewarmwater - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: We're all kinda listening to the FST RADIO SHOW
Zeno's Evil: Antelope Freeway, 1/8th mile
Dexter Fong: VERY good, cat =))
EWeston: Speeding by bras
Principalpoop: he's a spy and a girl delighter
Zeno's Evil: Shadow Valley Condoms
CS: i do my best, dex
shoes for the dead: dadarproof bras
EWeston: How does he feel about bras?
Hawkmoth: I'm a professional singer can sing the top harmony of the Porgie song flawlessly.. but when do I ever get to except when listening to Firesign.
shoes for the dead: radar
EWeston: Sleath beast technology
Zeno's Evil: Where do you go when you're Toad Away?
shoes for the dead: made by antichrysler motors
CS: professional means you get paid for doing something you want to do. few people can say that
Hawkmoth: It's very Andrews Sisters who I always loved.. and I always loved that "red hair" line (because I have red hair)
EWeston: Stealth
Hawkmoth: dooby do wa
Dexter Fong: Actually, I prefer Sleath
Principalpoop: shoot the old coot
shoes for the dead: damn kees keep moving, huh EW
EWeston: Which turned into do wha ditty
Hawkmoth: I've never figured out Zeno where you go when you're toad away
CS: to mr toad's wild ride
Principalpoop: a triodox, worse than a paradox
EWeston: They refuse to freeze on comand, anti authoritarian swine.
Zeno's Evil: Tell us the way it was
Hawkmoth: Ok they did this in a studio right? Because some parts are on other albums and other parts/voices are not heard.. Wild.
DJTween: Radio studio, I do believe
shoes for the dead: goat kiss
DJTween: right cease?
CS: on a cheap radio station
Dexter Fong: Cat: I'm getting a feeling that they're "dubbing" a tv movie
Principalpoop: SImon says take 3 tiny baby steps
Hawkmoth: it's like this was all playing around all night in the studio, then came the editing lol.
Zeno's Evil: Jive Jap
DJTween: was a live broadcast?
Zeno's Evil: the best line so far
CS: only 3 mikes for the 4 of them
Hawkmoth: Ok that fits with "Dear Friends" parts of this are on it.
Principalpoop: the other way?
Hawkmoth: lol
CS: certainly the weirdest thing on la radio at the time.
Principalpoop: what is that statue doing there?
shoes for the dead: sounds like that Dex
Hawkmoth: Makes sense CS, I sent a lot of those fan letters to LA as I recall. :D
CS: lots of comedy on the radio, but nothihng this weird
Dexter Fong: I'm almost certain this is a tv movie/show "dubbing"
Principalpoop: the movie on channel 11, they told us to turn it on and turn off the sound
Zeno's Evil: I cannot imagine even having to edit this
EWeston: invoking the heat death of the universe.
Dexter Fong: See!!! I told you so!!!!
CS: dex they did an enormous amount of this.
CS: someone else provides the image, they riff on it
Dexter Fong: Cat: I know they did some, but I can't remember hearing one of them before
CS: whose voice is this?
Principalpoop: vahalla looks to the future, vahalla gas
Beet: Heroic Energy
Hawkmoth: Hmm, bits I've never heard that I know of.
CS: on this show Hour Hour, on Dear Friends, and later on Hot Shorts, et al
shoes for the dead: diferent pitch, CS
shoes for the dead: or tape speed?
Hawkmoth: lol get highers on Valhalla than any other gasoline! Drop in at the sign of the prancing Norseman and put a thunderbolt in your tank! (that was awesome)
Dexter Fong: Cat: I think it was Ossman
CS: makes sense, dex
Principalpoop: do me on the bridge
Zeno's Evil: I am off to Balliol Bros Pharmacy. Need anything?
Principalpoop: anchovy eyes
EWeston: Dental sexual
Dexter Fong: Can you pick up a couple of Indonesian Leg Warmers?
CS: we take drugs seriously in this firesgin album
Hawkmoth: Zeno's: I need a prescription not normally available in the back, just tell them necessity sent you.
shoes for the dead: angadrine
Zeno's Evil: I am going to the back! I need some Witch Spray
Dexter Fong: Necessity sent you
CS: originally, methedrine. but that sounds too much lke a breaking bad plot
Principalpoop: dried and powdered pitituary gland
EWeston: Inca Hell Oil Tonic, in a brown glass
Dexter Fong: without the worm
Beet: If they have any Blue Moss
CS: hi beet
Principalpoop: I could really go for a whiz
EWeston: Revisionist glasses
Beet: Hey, CS
shoes for the dead: and some laughing cow cheese
CS: no one can whiz for you, poop
Dexter Fong: They're laughing 'cause they're insane
shoes for the dead: mine went bad and made me see things
Zeno's Evil: Have to get my prescription without a prescription
CS: that may be the most obscene thing i've ever said here
Principalpoop: the limits of reality
Beet: Obscure reference to a guy named Don Blanding
Dexter Fong: Cat: I can assure you, Sir, you have far exceeded that
CS: builds his dream house?
CS: lol dex, but with less sophisticartion
Beet: That's it
Dexter Fong: Don Blanding Fightin' Seadog
Principalpoop: I AM THE GOD OF HELLFIRE
Principalpoop: fun album
Zeno's Evil: Whats all this broohaha?
CS: i know far more than necessary.
Dexter Fong: How yah doin' Artie
CS: proc berg told a teenage penn to learn everything. never fucknig workd for me
Principalpoop: kosher devil dogs
Hawkmoth: Can't get elected dog killer.
shoes for the dead: get the pliers!!
EWeston: Put the nut DOWN!
Principalpoop: what about this chicken?
EWeston: Real, or lycra?
shoes for the dead: put it in the bag with the pickle
CS: just wanna ride on my motor cycle
Principalpoop: look at the girl in the boots
Principalpoop: thats is annoying
EWeston: How bout a tickle
Zeno's Evil: Hold this
Hawkmoth: omg lol
CS: those aren't ticks. they're tenants
EWeston: Shoot the screamer, please
Hawkmoth: had to turn down for a bit too, plus it's getting on 11pm here.. but does remind me of stuff like weird bible thumpers that used to try to stop Mardi Gras lol.
CS: do anyh of you know who george putnam was?
CS: a very annoying right wing la tv news guy.
Hawkmoth: Not me.
shoes for the dead: no
Principalpoop: he wore the mummy mask?
CS: my dad's dealership used to advertiste on his news hour
EWeston: Like Pavlov, it rings a bell.
Dexter Fong: Poop: Actually all they did was use a little makeup
Hawkmoth: fossils being only thing left to eat, I'm so using that next time there's nothing around.
EWeston: Watch out for the cropoliths
Hawkmoth: lol
Zeno's Evil: Is anyone here into Bear Baiting?
Hawkmoth: Bear hating or bear bating?
Hawkmoth: baiting or hating I mean.
EWeston: Indigestion on a geologic scale
Hawkmoth: I don't bait bears I hate bears lol.
shoes for the dead: bare bating
CS: putnam not quite as much a target for firesign comedic wrath as ralph williams, but close
Zeno's Evil: I hate them bears
Dexter Fong: Bear Baiting, or WIll a salmon take that bait
EWeston: I could never get my socks off!
CS: we have to have bear unfriendly trash cans here. bears are our neighbours
Beet: Don't bait them
Hawkmoth: Yep, if you don't bait them you don't have to hate them.
CS: neither bait nor date
DJTween: they whiz wherever they want...
EWeston: Use a breath freshner?
DJTween: Cat can't _bear_ them
CS: lol
Hawkmoth: Good ole country bear whiz beer, it's in the water son, that's why it's yellow.
Zeno's Evil: I would rather have chinchillas
shoes for the dead: i can't bear them
EWeston: That's a bore
Beet: Do you wear them?
Hawkmoth: I love the sounds the "chinchillas" make in Dear friends.. sounds like squeaky toys to me.
CS: our aged dog icy scares them away. deep voice
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: they have such cute noses
EWeston: With tusks man!
Hawkmoth )
Beet: Seig freud!
CS: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
||||||||| EagleFeet steals in around 10:56 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Zeno's Evil: Can you imagine this in quadraphonic?
Principalpoop: so who is mark evans?
Hawkmoth: I can, I'm always disappointed with even my best modern speakers compared to vintage speakers for this stuff.
CS: only with lots of drugs, zeno
shoes for the dead: i think they put one out in quad
Beet: Booker T's Firesign theme song
Zeno's Evil: I am enjoying this bit, since I work for a 1000 watt local radio station
DJTween: Keep in mind that this is a 128k feed, Hawkmoth
CS: bozos and eykiw were in quad
DJTween: I cam capable of doing 320K broadcasts, but doubt most people have the bandwidth for it
CS: i have not heard either
EWeston: Whoa, time to light a brassier and sink into a convienient sewer. Bye all
Zeno's Evil: is any of this available on vinyl or even reel to reel?
Dexter Fong: Night EW
CS: this is on cd
Hawkmoth: I hear ya DJTween, I need to transfer from all my old vinyl.
Beet: adios EW
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:59 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
CS: by ew
DJTween: Is this part of DoM, cease?
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
CS: i think so
Dexter Fong: Zeno: Ask Tweeny, he knows
Hawkmoth: I have a pretty extensive collection of Vinyl but I do not have some of this.
shoes for the dead: by all!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
CS: i did not know your znochi show was from domm until i begn studying that work for my shows
Beet: bye shoes
CS: by shes
Hawkmoth: I'd say most of this since Eat or Be Eaten I do not have, except in a different edit pieces of it maybe.
Dexter Fong: Night SHOE
Dexter Fong: S
Principalpoop: a little guy french movie, this is not real
CS: i have spent maybe 60-90% of my time listening to firesgin in the past 10 weeks. its exhuasting
Hawkmoth: The streaming sound is pretty good though in headphones and on my canister speaker though.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Radioguy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
Hawkmoth: Why CS?
Principalpoop: none of this is real
CS: hi guy
Dexter Fong: Hi RG
CS: i'm creating shows for their new network
Beet: What IsReal?
Radioguy: Ola.
DJTween: This is The Echo Poem on steroids
CS: buenos noches, radioguy
Radioguy: Which real?
Principalpoop: larry malloy
Zeno's Evil: I am glad none of this is real. I might have nightmares
||||||||| late rushes off, saying "11:05 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
CS: reality is not reality
Principalpoop: number 1 on the boss 30
Hawkmoth: lol Zeno's.
Beet: Hip Hug-Her
Hawkmoth: Good weird dream fuel though.
Beet: Again
Zeno's Evil: This is great stuff.
Beet: Stoooooones
Principalpoop: wow, too bad it is not real
Zeno's Evil: Reminds me of the first time I heard the Firesign Theatre
||||||||| 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'
Principalpoop: you are murray povich
Hawkmoth: This reminds me of that bit about "Bob's Bizerko Lounge!"
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hawkmoth: Don't leave your loved one on the street, your car is as welcome as you are.
Principalpoop: no religious acts below 500 feet
CS: bergtman says you should smoke each joint as if its your first, quoting allan ginzbvurg
Hawkmoth: Bob's Bizerko Lounge, it's weird weird weird weird
Zeno's Evil: ^good quote, good advice
Zeno's Evil: my cats are looking at my speakers
CS: inst that george putnnam?
Hawkmoth: lol Zeno's I always loved that bit with the birds.. and even think of firesign these days when an app I have will crow like a rooster as an alarm. I also own a CD of loon sounds that is fascinating to human and animal.
||||||||| 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: wow
Principalpoop: d j tween, thankee
Zeno's Evil: very cool Hawk very cool
Dexter Fong: Thanks so much Tweeny
Merlyn: thanks again tween
Beet: This is such unique and spaced out flood of creativity. Thanks Tween. Bye all.
CS: good work again, tween
Hawkmoth: They also sometimes use a sound effect (sound defect?) that sounds like a weird electronic bird, I used to have a weird early 70s christmas tree ornament that made exactly that sound
Principalpoop: thank you M, too good luck all, must be the bus, dog wants out
||||||||| Principalpoop departs at 11:14 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Hawkmoth: Always fun memories! Thanks Tween!
CS: just got house of cards. will now watch. bye
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Merlyn: see you next time
DJTween: Always my pleasure, folks :)
||||||||| Merlyn leaves to catch the 11:14 PM train to Minnesota.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
||||||||| 11:14 PM -- CS left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: Thanks Merlyn
Hawkmoth: My ornament made the sound of when the aliens are in the eggs lol. Anyway.. night everyone.
Dexter Fong: Night HM
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| 11:15 PM -- DJTween left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 11:15 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: It sure got quiet just now
Hawkmoth: Yep, I have to go soon too.
Zeno's Evil: I'm out, but yet I am in. This is a paradox
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny and all
Hawkmoth: Have enjoyed chatting though. G'night. :)
Hawkmoth: Zeno's, how can you be two places at once when you are nowhere at all?
Zeno's Evil: Good night. I need regrooving.
||||||||| Around 11:17 PM, Zeno's Evil walks off into the sunset...
Hawkmoth: I've taken all the best uppers wanna hear me rap? LOL.. hehe. see ya on the flip side
||||||||| 11:19 PM: bagellips jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
bagellips: 'ello
||||||||| Catherwood leads The Real HawkMoth in through the front door at 11:21 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
bagellips: is this the five minute arguement?
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Radioguy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| EagleFeet - dead from measles
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from the yaws
||||||||| bagellips - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| The Real HawkMoth - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts The Real HawkMoth in through the front door at 12:52 AM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| The Real HawkMoth - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
bagellips
Beet

CS
Desmond Crisis
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne
EWeston
frogmagic
HawkMoth
Hideo
late
Lil
LouLou
Merlyn
Principalpoop
Radioguy
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
The Real HawkMoth
Zeno's Evil
Zero Ohms
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/lilyfund/
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
http://www.thestreet.com/story/11996671/1/micron-sandisk-and-dr-memory.html?cm_ven=GOOGLEN



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