A Firesign Chat
08/15/2013




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 15, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Stata Dreams', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:40 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| 10:40 AM -- Stata Dreams left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| DJTween enters at 8:25 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Ohhh, it's paisley...
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:27 PM and Rufus_T_Firetween bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's Drake_Richie, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with nocaliman1 close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:45 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
||||||||| Xponent enters at 8:45 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hey folks, sorry about that video that was posted. We didn't do it
DJTween: Hopefully Merlyn will be here in a while and remove it
||||||||| Catherwood escorts coydog in through the front door at 8:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| 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: Hi dogman
||||||||| 8:49 PM: dudley 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 dudley
||||||||| Catherwood escorts pigmama61 inside, makes a note of the time (8:51 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi pigmama
pigmama61: heydiho! I mean oink :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:52 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Billville."
||||||||| 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 DrWho42 falls out at 8:52 PM.
EWeston: Hi all
||||||||| Outside, the 8:53 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving gabrieldrm coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DrWho42: Hey everyone
gabrieldrm: Shoes for industry, brother.
DJTween: Hi EW, Dr, gabrieldrm
||||||||| "8:54 PM? 8:54 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hurakan should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hurakan enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
gabrieldrm: Did you bring the celophane?
DJTween: Hi Kurakan
||||||||| 8:55 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
Hurakan: Howdy!
DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone some cellophane
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone some cellophane.
DJTween: Hey Dexter
gabrieldrm: Thanks. It's much warmer now.
||||||||| Principalpoop steps in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: Hi yweeny
DJTween: Hey P
EWeston: Wait! This celophan maybe doped!
Hurakan: This is the first time I've been able to join Y'all for his.... I'm a long time FST Fan
Principalpoop: oh my, hello
Dexter Fong: Hiyah EW, Poop and other Dear Firends
gabrieldrm: Put it on your tongue to find out...
EWeston: Do you skype Hurakan?
DrWho42: Stumbled across this They Live gif
Hurakan: << Hurakan: I do, but can't tonight
Principalpoop: they still make gifs?
pigmama61: Doped? Speaking of that....
||||||||| Catherwood leads squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (8:59 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| pigmama61 says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, pigmama61 exits at 8:59 PM.
Dexter Fong: What manner of symbolism is that Hurakan?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:59 PM, dragging CS by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
DJTween: Hi squeeze
||||||||| 8:59 PM: late jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
EWeston: Yeaashaboom! I think I can report one postive dope test.
Dexter Fong: Hey cat
Principalpoop: no vouchers
DJTween: Late, you aren't!
CS: Hi gang
DJTween: Hey cease
squeeze_the_wheeze: Hi ya friends
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, August 15, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
EWeston: Tweeny is looking for folks who can. Keep it in mind,
DJTween: not tonight though
DJTween: Long album
Dexter Fong: Tweeny is looking for a skype goat
late: howdy - y, i made it this time
DJTween: Shoes is a 2 disc set, about 2 1/2 hours
CS: why dont you do it, dex?
Hurakan: those were meanto be arrows
EWeston: A horny skype goat?
Principalpoop: clean up afterwards
DJTween: Yeah, would love to get you on the show Dex :)
CS: ive been on it far too often. i easily tire of heariing my voice
||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
||||||||| "9:01 PM? 9:01 PM!!" says Catherwood, "stuff should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as stuff enters and sits in the comfy chair.
late: nice tunes - what is this?
DJTween: and anyone else who wants to relate FST stories
Dexter Fong: EW: One that's at least interested in such things
CS: good music, tween
EWeston: Whatt'll I do with all this dry ice?
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTween: This is India, from the new Joe Walsh album Analog Man
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:02 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Beet
Dexter Fong: Hiyah Beet
Principalpoop: late engleburt humperdink
late: sounds nice, had no idea
Beet: Howdy. Joe sounds great!
Dexter Fong: He's (gasp) dead?
shoes for the dead: Joe is a Ham
DJTween: Yeah the new album is fantastic
DJTween: yes he is
Principalpoop: yes a car accident, noo, yes
Hurakan: My complete collection went down with x-girlfriend's boat ff the Yucatan
CS: wow. i love joe's work over the years
EWeston: But lives on in Stereo hi fi
Hurakan: "off"
Dexter Fong: Hura: You had a collection of maritme girlfriends
Dexter Fong: ?
Hurakan: hhahaha... did I say that?
Principalpoop: ahh the yucatan, little brown bodies
late: may i inflate my shoes now?
Dexter Fong: and I said Yes! Yes! I said
CS: you may, or june
EWeston: And put on your leather apron
Dexter Fong: ...and drink your milk and eat your cookies
gabrieldrm: False? False? Worked for me!
Hurakan: Hane the plyers
Principalpoop: huh? I didn't drugs? now you tell me?
Principalpoop: need even
EWeston: ...And stop tracking mud accross my nice slean floor!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:05 PM and late as usual, it's Bunnyboy, just back from Seattle."
Bunnyboy: Lo dere.
Dexter Fong: A slean floor is nearly like a clean floor
shoes for the dead: hey bun
CS: wow. early bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
gabrieldrm: 'ello
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
DrWho42: ello ello
Bunnyboy: Onna bus. Short pop-in.
CS: early firesign
EWeston: Hey bunny?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ma Rainey in through the front door at 9:06 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: just in time, look at that herd of buffalo
DJTween: Hi Ma, Bunny
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
CS: they were WAY into indians of both meanings of the word in 67
late: who'll be reading from the book of the dead tonight?
Dexter Fong: I've heard of Buffalo
CS: in new york, isnt it?
Bunnyboy: Whereza cookies?
EWeston: Happy Hamburger?
Principalpoop: near watertown
Dexter Fong: Upstate...near Niagara Falls
shoes for the dead: you are a rancher, dex?
CS: ah merl appears
Dexter Fong: Well, I am kinda jolly
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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 >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithbeoffith.html'
||||||||| "9:08 PM? 9:08 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Lil should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Lil enters and sits at the bar.
Bunnyboy: Catherwood! Gimme moleskin cookies!
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Bunnyboy
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
gabrieldrm: 2 to go, and no anchovies.
CS: as falls niagara, so falls naiagara falls
Hurakan: I had Tex-Mex for breakast this morning, lol
EWeston: Hi Lil
Principalpoop: M, this hasn't happened to me since M
squeeze_the_wheeze: no anchovies, I spell my name Danger
Bunnyboy: Lo Lil!
DrWho42: Welcome Lil
Lil: Hi Westie, hola group
Dexter Fong: Hi Lil
Lil: Tanks you one and all
Principalpoop: slowly I turned, step by step, niagria falls
gabrieldrm: beuno
Lil: Hey Dexie
EWeston: Won't happen again tilll N
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Principalpoop: oh lil
Lil: Drooling yet Poop?
Rufus_T_Firetween: There's a really good FST album history at that link
EWeston: C'mon Cisco
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dudley - dead from jaundice
||||||||| coydog - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Xponent - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| nocaliman1 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: always
Dexter Fong: First reap of the night
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:10 PM and late as usual, it's dude, just back from Elmertown."
Dexter Fong: 2 cases of jaundice
Lil: What link? What did I miss?
EWeston: Not Dwede?
Bunnyboy: Hi du de!
Lil: I hear ya Poop lol
Principalpoop: i had oldice, hanging from my rear view mirror
DrWho42: I listened to these early albums recently when I was pulling an all-nighter for finals week
Dexter Fong: Tweeny (Rufus)'s link
Lil: Rats
DJTween: Hi Dude
Dexter Fong: Doc Who: Are these the final weeks?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Lil: Is oldice like jaundice?
EWeston: Goshens full of them
Principalpoop: pulling an all-nighter means something else when you get older hehe
shoes for the dead: more like ice9
Bunnyboy: It's inna chat log. Probl'y for years and years.
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol P
Lil: Thanks Tweeny old chap
DrWho42: Yes, best way to spend the final days. :P
Principalpoop: yes, less jaunce
Rufus_T_Firetween: :)
EWeston: More green red and electric blue
Principalpoop: peyote, dance
Lil: Aww I like ya when you're jaunty Poop
EWeston: Only during the mating season
CS: this is an offshoot of an indian symposium the lads were part of on kpfk in i think 66
Principalpoop: naujty
shoes for the dead: i heard some of that, CS
Lil: Within reason Pooper
Principalpoop: naujtical
Bunnyboy: Someone's probably got dot-matrix printouts of our olde 90s mIRC CHATS...
EWeston: Honestly, I can never get my socks off
Beet: They liked the Hopi from whet I gathered
DJTween: cool, CS
Lil: Better yet, without reason
CS: realy, shoes? when it was first broadcast or a tape?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:15 PM and Worker waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: i thought I was going in sane
Dexter Fong: Lil: Easier to spell Hopi that Araparaphoe
CS: i hope all of that old stuff comes on line
EWeston: Musta took the wrong fork
Bunnyboy: Hopping off da bus. May BBL. Cheers!
shoes for the dead: tape on the puter somewhere
Lil: LOL Dex
Dexter Fong: Later Bunny
CS: by buin
||||||||| Bunnyboy dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Bunnyboy?! It's 9:16 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Lil: C ya Bunny
Worker: Where am I?... Wait, I think I'm in NYC. Does anyone know if there are any plans for a FST appearance out here on the other coast?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello. Worker.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
CS: merl would know, worker
Principalpoop: nino confirms you are in new york
shoes for the dead: other than what, worker?
Beet: How does he do that?
Dexter Fong: Work: At this time no one knows what FST -1 has plans for
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Stlouielou', just granted probation at 9:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Open for maintience alingment, smiles seductively
gabrieldrm: Hey! I have a careful prosthesus too!
DrWho42: I'm on the west coast.
Dexter Fong Doc: of what
Principalpoop: bawk
Worker: New York it is, then. i dunno how I do it...
Stlouielou: Ola~
CS: of what country?
shoes for the dead: coasting is easy
Worker: The United Snakes of Armenia, of course...
Dexter Fong: It's the uphill that's hard
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Louie
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
EWeston: Braking can be...tricky
Principalpoop: he said uphill thats hard hehe
CS: i'm on the west coast of canada.
Worker: Ah, Canadia. Gods bless your polite hearts.
Dexter Fong: Poop: ......
shoes for the dead: i like this bit
Stlouielou: a little late but here
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:20 PM and Lennonmarx bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
CS: lol
DrWho42: Calisota. Here in Duckburg.
EWeston: People look at me strange when I dress up like a big egg
Principalpoop: bill and dill
Worker: All power to the ovoid!
Rufus_T_Firetween: all Hail LM
CS: our serilal killers rely on it
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Principalpoop: my brother thought he was a chicken, we needed the eggs, short version
gabrieldrm: Little miss****
||||||||| 9:21 PM -- Lennonmarx left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:21 PM and late as usual, it's Lennonmarx, just back from Elmertown."
CS: are you playing this because of when it was released, tween?
Lennonmarx: Back from the shadows again
Dexter Fong: Bye LM: WB LM
EWeston: Never let him near Bill ORilly
Worker: Make up your mind!
CS: i used the live version of this from weirdly cool in my new show but this is much better
EWeston: But what to make it uo as?
Dexter Fong: Work: I'm wearing the latest Medulla Mascara form Mindfuck of Paris
Lennonmarx: I haven't been in this chat since the IRC days
Worker: And you're a picture!
Stlouielou: Am/Fm
Dexter Fong: LM: What nick were you using in those far off times
Lennonmarx: Same one
EWeston: No Magic Venus envey puncture pencil?
Principalpoop: love one and leave the other behind, Polygamy is new homsexuality hehe
shoes for the dead: the magic bowl movement
||||||||| 9:24 PM: buzzquip jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| stuff - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: did you have a different name then, lennon? i used to be cease
CS: short for c. simril
Dexter Fong: I entered IRC chat in ...I think.......1997? Cat might know better than I
Worker: Steve reeves?
Principalpoop: what happened to your nose?
Lennonmarx: Same name-long time, but "cease" rings a bell
CS: chat started in 85
shoes for the dead: Agnes Morehead
CS: 95
EWeston: No that's Agnus Morehead
Dexter Fong: Same thing that happens to evgery Hollywood star
CS: but outgrowth of elaynes mag of the 80s, falafal
CS: thats how i met her, the boys, many more
Principalpoop: Get me a young trevor howard...
||||||||| 9:26 PM: pissfest jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: wrong chat pf
Dexter Fong: Poop: How about 2 Ron Howards?>
CS: lennon, i was here on rthe very first chat. and most since then.
pissfest: get a harelip!
Beet: Hey, Piss
||||||||| Outside, the 9:27 PM downtown bus from Tennessee pulls away, leaving Zero Ohms coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Worker: What a groove!
pissfest: ho, Lonesome
Dexter Fong: Zero: Watt!!??
Principalpoop: wow
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Zero Ohms: Don't take off your shoes!
EWeston: If you lived here you'd be home by now.
Lennonmarx: I just found the FB page that led me here
Worker: All paths lead here.
||||||||| 9:28 PM: floralacres jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
gabrieldrm: It's raining in my head!
Principalpoop: and here we are
gabrieldrm: where?]
Worker: G7
Dexter Fong: Smithtown, USA
Principalpoop: from anytown usa
Stlouielou: out of the fod and into the smog
Zero Ohms: I can be in two places at once!
Worker: ANytown...
gabrieldrm: That's Juan Schmidt...
EWeston: In some cases beside ourselves
||||||||| mark sashays in at 9:29 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Stlouielou: a bouncy G7
floralacres: keep your thumb next to your place in the script
Principalpoop: I can tell by the pie on your tie
DrWho42: Hey Mark
DJTween: Hello. Mark.
gabrieldrm: I was born an american
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Principalpoop: I was raised an American
gabrieldrm: Now I'm an armienian.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with mm1 close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:30 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
EWeston: In Armenia!
Worker: Gime that guitar!...
Principalpoop: the nation of armani?
Dexter Fong: Gabe: Got any rugs?
shoes for the dead: yes, but are you clean, gab?
EWeston: Smelly beasts!
Principalpoop: for me and Elmer Fudd
CS: music was as integral to their work as it was to the marx brothers.
gabrieldrm: Mausers
Lennonmarx: Regnad kcin
CS: coincidence?
Worker: Boom boom...
EWeston: Or enemy action
Principalpoop: feet
Dexter Fong: LM: You signaled in reverse?
EWeston: Enemy feet in action
Worker: The little guy...
Principalpoop: the total degradation
Beet: Has anyone thought of collecting the videos from the XM broadcasts?
gabrieldrm: Rockefeller
Worker: What have you done for me lately?
CS: merl has actually done that. he recorded them. much of it is on the firesign site
Principalpoop: they have peanut butter poptarts now. what took them so long to figure out that one?
gabrieldrm: Who pee?
Dexter Fong: Rockie's into FST? Oh! Jay (jay) Rockefeller
Lennonmarx: I've frozen up. Damned technology
shoes for the dead: are there more than on FST site, Beet?
Worker: Candy apples...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Beet >>> http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
DrWho42: Cryogenic
Rufus_T_Firetween: complete archives
CS: thanks tween
gabrieldrm: Bing!
Principalpoop: honkies who never left the farm
Worker: Who am us anyway>?
shoes for the dead: thanks tween
Dexter Fong: Good job, Tweeny
Beet: I seem to remember entire shows when they were doing them.
Principalpoop: maybe
gabrieldrm: Only heard the records.
Worker: Dukee of Madness?
gabrieldrm: Those circular vinyl things.
Dexter Fong: Or Duckeess
Beet: maybe XM saved them?
shoes for the dead: groovy,Gabe
CS: yes worker, every firefan needs a copy o f domm
||||||||| Dexter Fong leaves at 9:36 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..."
||||||||| 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 Dexter Fong gets out at 9:36 PM.
Dexter Fong: Duh
Principalpoop: we lost fong, and found him again
EWeston: We're open to strangers and wives, and discounting everthing that happens here.
||||||||| At 9:36 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Dexter Fong!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
CS: are you changing universes again, dex?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Dexter Fong into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:36 PM, then departs.
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
Beet: I like discounts
floralacres: I am not smart enough to navigate your chat room yet..but..my servants are in those barrels
Principalpoop: close a few of your pron windows fong
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: overloading your pc
Worker: CHristlike, it rises...
pissfest: Bware this universe dex - the president is named Schickelgruber
CS: i thought those were hobbits in those barrels
Dexter Fong: Cat: No..meant to msg you but hit exit..then when I logged on again, I had to leave so i could reset my chat preferences
gabrieldrm: Yea, vinyl!
EWeston: Hath courage run aground?
Principalpoop: hah, take some more glauoma medicine for your eyes fong hehe
Principalpoop: coma, glau coma
Worker: Comi, coma...
Principalpoop: to my house, my house
EWeston: Coma coma bo foma banafama focoma
Rufus_T_Firetween: >>Dexter Fong: Cat: No..meant to msg you but hit exit..then when I logged on again, I had to leave so i could reset my chat preferences << Configure in the pop-up menu will do that
Dexter Fong: Poop: There are none so blind etc...........
floralacres: I am just glad that this site is available...I will come back....and inside....its delicious
Zero Ohms: Another chant, bartender!
Lennonmarx: Mixed blessing. I have glaucoma. I live in Boston. Medicine soon available...
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween =0
Principalpoop: a kiss is still a kiss
Rufus_T_Firetween: yw :)
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
EWeston: THC is a wonderful option for the G
Lennonmarx: Goats, or ghosts, or ghosts of goats, or both!
Principalpoop: rats, have to walk carefully with the glaucoma, prostate jokes now
gabrieldrm: Nick Danger
CS: a word is still a word, until it isn't.
EWeston: Hand me my sword flask Varlet!
Principalpoop: lets get down to business
gabrieldrm: I love those stems'
Beet: I Love the accents the organ does in this show
Principalpoop: pyramid parchurlli
shoes for the dead: sn' aint a word
gabrieldrm: Ohh yes!
EWeston: I was staring down the barrels of three 45's, and that one in the middle looked hungry
Worker: Patchouli...
Zero Ohms: my pickle!
Principalpoop: feel my organ sting...
Principalpoop: pat and ronnie chouli
Stlouielou: craerback jox
Worker: Everytone knew her as Nancy...
gabrieldrm: Nancy
Beet: There are ointments for that
Principalpoop: Bettyjo
EWeston: Scorpean gentics! I'm jealous.
Worker: Really neat...
Zero Ohms: Sign here!
Lennonmarx: I use that 'hot kiss...' Line all the time, to blank stares
Worker: Sign here.
gabrieldrm: How does he do that?
pissfest: Sign here. (Out there)
Dexter Fong: Sound effects
Principalpoop: I understand, Sign here.
Zero Ohms: Me, too, LM, to the same responses!
CS: the firesign audience is tiny now
Dexter Fong: Where?
EWeston: Most firesign quotes can get you that. It when they slowly back away
gabrieldrm: We are the few, the under appreciated.
Worker: A tiny audience, but of immense girth.
Stlouielou: I envey us
CS: in the gneral pupulace, dex
CS: yes, or the cops called to haul you away
Principalpoop: it ain't the meat, it's the motion
Beet: A certain unusual brand of luck that we possess
Lennonmarx: It's the most "pulpy" "noir-esque" line in the piece
CS: good line, beet
Stlouielou: long in the leaf and short in the can
||||||||| Bette Jo waltzes in at 9:46 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Worker: A certain alignment of the luck plane.
EWeston: Check him for sharp objects ;)
shoes for the dead: every so often the Anselmo pederasty case comes up on a cop drama on tv
Principalpoop: I think it is bad luck to be superstitous
CS: bette jo, hello
Bette Jo: Why am I in Yuma?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bette
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Dexter Fong: Shoes: I thought they solved that, but the Punk got away?
Principalpoop: you belong in Yuma
gabrieldrm: Hi Nancy.
EWeston: Substitious gets you what?
Bette Jo: This is my first time you guys..be gentle
Beet: lol Poop
Worker: Come, dry your mukluks by the fire...
Lennonmarx: Ha ha
Stlouielou: broo ha ha
Principalpoop: ok, bend over and roll up your arm, do you want regular or premium?
Worker: COld obsidian
EWeston: Don't be intimidated...or else!
gabrieldrm: Use your celophane now.
Dexter Fong: Betty: No worries...we're good humored
Bette Jo: Every one know m as nancy
DJTween: lol EW
pissfest: Me 2, BJ except for a Beach boys chat about 20 yrs ago
shoes for the dead: i only got bobble wrap
Lennonmarx: When did this in college for a radio broadcast class... I was Nancy. Quite an honor.
Stlouielou: hat & goat
CS: maybe more humoured than good
Bette Jo: BJ?I resemble that remark!
gabrieldrm: Different act, shoes...
Principalpoop: the highlight of your dramatic career
Dexter Fong: I knew this was gonna happed
Bette Jo: probably more hammered than humored
Principalpoop: then stop slappling me
Zero Ohms: 20 yrs. later & FST still knocks me out!
Principalpoop: slapping even
gabrieldrm: Use the birdseye thing WAY too much.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers stingray into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:49 PM, then departs.
Worker: Get yoru hands off me!
CS: new people, when did you first hear firesign, and find it important enought to come here?
Principalpoop: what?
EWeston: Finely hammerred, finely humored, choce one fast!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Ray
Bette Jo: oh I must click on the stream..I are slow with pu'ters
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
gabrieldrm: 1971/2013
Stlouielou: KSHE radio back in the 70's
pissfest: TV or not TV in bargain bin
Dexter Fong: I've been hampered by this Armoire
Principalpoop: bring drinks for everyone catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for everyone.
Worker: My older brother turned me on to FST about 1978, as a kid.
EWeston: Call a carpender
Bette Jo: I will wait here in the sitting room
CS: for me it was grade 11, 1967. at their beginning
Lennonmarx: My first FT album was Not Insane. Not really a great introduction.
DrWho42: I found out about it a few years ago thanks to the Hour of Slack.
gabrieldrm: Wow, CS!
Worker: Were you out west, CS?
Dexter Fong: LM: Indeed =))
pissfest: My caseworker told me about em when I mentioned Cheech & Chong - he pitied me
EWeston: What other works do you now Bette?
Principalpoop: So that was your secret...
shoes for the dead: i are a carpenter, EW
CS: i lived in la
Bette Jo: I had the albums n the 70's (was born in 58) so was younger than most fans
Zero Ohms: It was about 1971 a friend turned me on, to the FS T, too.
Worker: Lucky you.
Stlouielou: 2 places dwarf bozos here
EWeston: For a fee I can be a lady.
CS: my dad was a car dealer in van nuys, a competitor to the ralph spoilsport character in firesigfn lore
Beet: A friend at the summer resort where we were working had WFTE in '70
shoes for the dead: i was in Jakarta in 71 when i first heard them
pissfest: Didn't have access to albums until college (used records) once had all up to Just Folks
gabrieldrm: Neat!
Bette Jo: if u lived her youd be home by now
Bette Jo: here
Principalpoop: Why she's no fun. She fell right over.
Dexter Fong: EW: I don't give a fie about your whereabouts or where you're fom
CS: did it work in jakarta for you?
gabrieldrm: Already been there, Bette Jo!
stingray: who has a job? they work me like a chinese factory slave
EWeston: Its to late to apologise
CS: i was in japan then when i got bozos in the mail from a friend. it was so serenely synchronistic with my new odd surroundings
stingray: more splenda!
Principalpoop: Audrey
Principalpoop: What about Cynthia?
pissfest: thanks Rocky
shoes for the dead: yuppers, CS, more than the Cand chong
Lennonmarx: I must be off, but I'm in for Thursday nights again...
Beet: I always like Ossman's old guy voice
||||||||| "9:54 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Lennonmarx, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers MarkTime in through the front door at 9:54 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Night LM
Principalpoop: hail and something , ok
DJTween: ** Next week, we'll be hearing "Pink Hotel Burns Down"
gabrieldrm: I'm Dan...
DJTween: Hello MarkTime
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mm1 - dead from the common cold
||||||||| mark - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| floralacres - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: My intro was is Asia too Not Insane, Listened too in an aircrew baracks in the Fillipeans
CS: good idea, tween
Principalpoop: No, put down that pickle, halfakey largo?
MarkTime: damn, late... forgot
Bette Jo: Are we just supposed to sit here in the waiting room or wait here in the sitting room?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Beet: Hello Mark
Worker: My introduction was Regnad Kcin, no less. I was lucky.
Principalpoop: Get me out of these ropes and into a good belt of scotch
stingray: heck ua,rufus!
shoes for the dead: just sit down on your own stool, Bete
CS: on more than one podcast, bergman says he's proudest of hearing from vietnam vets who said they survived it by listening to electricin
Bette Jo: nANCY was IN THAT CAPER
Dexter Fong: And that caper was inside the olive
pissfest: Oh my intro was really Loosener's, part of a WNCI show promo
Bette Jo: Dang that cap lock
MarkTime: mmmm
Principalpoop: the boost you get from looseners
shoes for the dead: helps in the wind, tho, Bette
gabrieldrm: Hammond B3 with a Leslie 212
Principalpoop: oh nick, you're such a tool
Zero Ohms: such a tool
MarkTime: spinning at hi speed
gabrieldrm: Rup
Bette Jo: at my cervex
MarkTime: (the leslie, not the pickle)
gabrieldrm: If you say so...
pissfest: Leutenant
MarkTime: so!
gabrieldrm: MarkTime I think I love you...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: my face in the paper, with charles linburg and charles something kain
Bette Jo: 7 in yuma
Worker: Any other NYC family?
DrWho42: 7 in CA.
Stlouielou: 9 in the Lou
Dexter Fong: 10 in NYC
DJTween: "My story had more holes in it than Albert Hall" - yet another Beatles reference
Principalpoop: is that pronounced juma?
EWeston: Foster I tink PP
gabrieldrm: 9 in the midwest
Bette Jo: currently 109 degrees waddy de doo dah
Principalpoop: thanks, hard to hear under there
gabrieldrm: 62 here
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give everyone some wine dark sea
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone some wine dark sea.
DrWho42: I know NYC will have a Welcome to Night Vale live show this October.
Principalpoop: in the 50s tonight, crazy stupid weather
MarkTime: hee hee, "i'm going to greece" "and swim the english channel" might obscure ref
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Elayne in through the front door at 10:01 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: hi E
Elayne: Evenin' all! Can't stay long, exhausted.
MarkTime: mighty
DrWho42: Hey Elayne!
EWeston: You can't listen over there?
Dexter Fong: Hi Elyane
shoes for the dead: hi El
Principalpoop: tag, you are released E hehe
Beet: Hi E
MarkTime: look at this grape
Stlouielou: try a choclate malted falcon
shoes for the dead: what/
DJTween: Big T-storm here in Austin. Hope the power doesn't fail
Dexter Fong: Me two tweeny
pissfest: All right everybody into the time machine!
Hurakan: I feel like I'm having a flash-back
DJTween: The laptop would still work, but I'd have to play from disc if my music box was knocked out
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:03 PM, dragging MrBreeze by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
shoes for the dead: you don't know how radio works!!!
Principalpoop: cue the organist
EWeston: Then tip him
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Breeze
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Bette Jo: I can talk to ME anyway I want to!
Principalpoop: out cast woman
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne2 close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:05 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
DrWho42: Great movie, M.
MarkTime: since "M"
Principalpoop: dog wants out, brb
gabrieldrm: M?"
Dexter Fong: Out "caste" woman
EWeston: There ain't room enough in this dress for both of us!
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne2: Whoops. I don't know how I got kicked out. My iTunes suddenly started playing "And Your Bird Can Sing" and when I closrd it I was out of chat too! Strange.
Worker: It"s "Half-Caste Woman". A Noel Coward song. Interesting Lyrics.
pissfest: Oooh Shhhh
DrWho42: M (1931), directed by Fritz Lang, starring Peter Lorre.
CS: does listening to this alter your brain, or is alreasy altered?
shoes for the dead: mobius loop, El
Elayne2: And Merlyn's not here to kill my doppelwhoozis.
Beet: I like the I Ching quote in the end
gabrieldrm: Cool, DrWho43 thanks.
pissfest: Moment! Did FT watch Dark shadows? They only used I Ching to travel to other times & hell dimensions. Count Petofi used a
DrWho42: A bit of alternate history for the counterfactual historians.
EWeston: Some say we've been ... altered
Zero Ohms: too many changes
Elayne2: Every Republican historian is counterfactual nowadays.
CS: did i send you the show via send this file, el?
pissfest: line like FT's I don't remember which. They had more bloopers than radio who had a script & no eyes.
Bette Jo: NI ! Catterwood will you get me a shubbery while in the avery? NI !
shoes for the dead: mine is off the rack, CS
Bette Jo: Whoops wrong comedy
MarkTime: hey fief?, hey want want want
CS: i did so with merl but he didnht get it, today
DrWho42: They used the I, Ching in Philip K. Dick's novel The Man in the High Castle.
DrWho42: Lol, true Elayne2
pissfest: Can't wait to hear The Arab
EWeston: Yup Elayne
Elayne2: Not yet, Cat. I'm still waiting.
CS: you like pkd, dr who?
CS: my fave author
DJTween: kewl
MarkTime: got a massive collection
CS: a lot of cross over with firesign
DrWho42: Yeah, he's a great writer.
Stlouielou: Porgy
EWeston: Try some Terry Prachett sometime
CS: the unreliability of reality
Worker: That woman is trying to kill me!
Elayne2: So before I go, anyone have a Silly Site suggestion for me today? So far this week I've pointed to Tumblrs featuring bass players and dogs, and Tina Fey and cats. What's next, I wonder.
pissfest: Ah! Favwe used to be Everything U Know but this is a masterpiece of English drama!
DrWho42: I've been meaning to get into Discworld
CS: that can be anyone
DrWho42: Mmm, silly sites...
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Drake_Richie - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pissfest: More coffins Warden?
MarkTime: ersatz bros?
stingray: @elanyne2 try lostamerica.com you'll like it!
EWeston: He's moved on to more serious like work these days
stingray: does anyone here actually have a job? i do not like my job
pissfest: What if this song were part of the US citizensghip Test?
DrWho42: Look up Michael Kupperman. Great comic writers, surreal humor.
CS: a few days ago, i was on a couple of ferrys, going to and from vancouver island
Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh
Worker: Stop singing and finish your homework.
gabrieldrm: Like ME?
Rufus_T_Firetween: I think it should be, PF
gabrieldrm: I must be in another time warp.
MarkTime: mmmm, clamcakes
CS: 90 minute trips. i was looking at the waves and noticed the patterns of light on them.
stingray: @ worker hahahahahahahahah
Worker: THey're getting damp!
DrWho42: I've got one. Good Show, Sir! Only the worst sci-fi/fantasy book covers: http://www.goodshowsir.co.uk/
CS: it was like watching my brain at work.
Zero Ohms: He's so good w/ the help
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Elayne2: Thanks Stingray, it's pretty but it's not particularly silly, is it?
Bette Jo: Coming mother
CS: no intoxicants were involved.
EWeston: The Bonzo Dog Band is a fun group, there is some utube stuff from them accessible
pissfest: Ooooh, I'll have fun at that site, Dr.
Dexter Fong: No druge dealers were harmed in the making of this massacre
Elayne2: Thanks, DrWho42, that'll do nicely. I just hope I haven't already blogged that one, it looks familiar. Oh, what the heck.
stingray: silly is as silly does, Elayne
Beet: He's not your son. Stop torturing me.
Worker: Stop torturing me, Ethel.
pissfest: God yes, EW did you do the J Arthur Rank ref last week?
Worker: Want a snort?
stingray: stop workin , worker1
DrWho42: I've submitted some of my books to that site.
shoes for the dead: weren't they friends of the beatles, EW?
EWeston: Guilty Pissfest They are great fun
stingray: muhead or mudshark, you decide
Dexter Fong notices worker1 is still working
CS: i have to go check some salmon
Worker: What is reality?
Elayne2: No pissf, could you email it to me? elayneriggs AT yahoo DOT come
EWeston: They have many links with the Beattles
pissfest: What is reality?
Elayne2: Laying my poor herniated neck disc down for the night. Next week, all.
||||||||| 10:16 PM -- Elayne2 left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
EWeston: McCartney produced a song or two for them
Bette Jo: EAT IT!
Worker: Feel better!
Beet: F U 2
Stlouielou: Peace
MarkTime: raw raw raw
gabrieldrm: TTFN
pissfest: ? Email Bonzo bit? I'll seek it on Youtube
MarkTime: fu2
EWeston: That's the spirirts we have here
MarkTime: ah yeah beet
stingray: beet you r right - learn to play the flute
MarkTime: i need more speed
pissfest: They were in Magical MT. Death Cab for cutie. Where have I heard that?
MarkTime: you wouldn't believe how slow he makes my protocols
Hurakan: Where can I find a complete ist of all the FST lyrics?
Hurakan: I just found the chat
Dexter Fong: He be fucking with my proconsuls also
EWeston: A band, out of Seattle uses that as their name,
pissfest: I put on my shoes 2 hrs ago to mow the lawn
Hurakan: I was litening to them back in the te 60's
Principalpoop: back, and it is puddy puddy little chat
pissfest: Atsa whata I meant, EW
shoes for the dead: Take Offyour shoes!!
CS: welcome, harakan
Zero Ohms: I'm turning in my shoes, Bye y'all! Catch you next Thurs!
pissfest: Oooh Shhhh it's Don G
EWeston: There are printed lyrics availible HK
Principalpoop: Ohm!
EWeston: Ohm watt amp>
Dexter Fong: Night ZO
pissfest: They're gonna drop whistles!
Principalpoop: Bidets fountain
pissfest: Bidet's "The Fountain" LOL
Dexter Fong: and they're gonna fry bacon
Bette Jo: <~just boiled away my water for mac7cheese..no wonder I'm single
EWeston: Oh look out!
Dexter Fong: lol BJ
Bette Jo: mac&cheese
stingray: the hawaiian entertainment song - pipeline surf masters!!!!
pissfest: Who did the animatiopn for the real PSAs
MarkTime: got form?
Dexter Fong: Mac"7"Cheese SS 444
EWeston: Hawian Halucination song
pissfest: Aliens PSAs? Not Chuck Jones?
shoes for the dead: Free mexican Air Force
Bette Jo: my mama had a SS454!
pissfest: Licking stamps!
Principalpoop: Steve Jobs had a brand of macaroni too?
Hurakan: I understand BJ... I forgot about dinner, now having to get something delivered
Dexter Fong: I *know* she did darlin'
MarkTime: loved gals with big blocks
stingray: take my sdvice dear friends - quit your job, cash out your bank accnt, climb a tree, cut off the soles of yer shoes and learn to play the fulte!!
||||||||| Around 10:22 PM, gabrieldrm walks off into the sunset...
shoes for the dead: Hot that rod
Worker: Groat clusters.
Principalpoop: the straight people...
Bette Jo: it was the 70's
||||||||| Catherwood escorts flatly inside, makes a note of the time (10:23 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
stingray: you straight people suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dexter Fong seranades the assembled on his new digital fulte
Bette Jo: i think fags suck too, right?
Stlouielou: I still have my bellbottoms
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: you say that as if sucking was a bad thing...
MarkTime: got it, nice
Bette Jo: I love Firesign!
Dexter Fong: Another forum perhaps for some folks??
pissfest: Good idea. At least Nick is full length.
stingray: heck ya Rufus! thanks!
shoes for the dead: Pass the Lord!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| buzzquip - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pissfest: So who doesn't suck? Fundies? That doesn't sound right
Dexter Fong: pass the Lord in your new 2013 Chevy Camaro
stingray: whers my bong
Stlouielou: < has it
Principalpoop: broken vacuums?
Beet: They were playing the tune to "Marching To Shibboleth"
pissfest: Disney sfx
stingray: dracula sux
MarkTime: still have my u.s. bong
Dexter Fong: Poop: take the oxygen mask (if ti comes down) and give it to someone else
Beet: fang you very much
Principalpoop: major arcana, on the wheel again
pissfest: Rough As A Cob March? Never noticed
Bette Jo: <~97 Lincoln, was recently my address..1st world problems..anyonw want to save me?
shoes for the dead: a usb ong?
stingray: yes dexter, share the fumes
Worker: It's back to the Shadows again...
Bette Jo: came here to laugh
pissfest: Help! It's the police!!!
MarkTime: second-hand dope
EWeston: Ank You Dex ;)
Beet: Again Shibboleth tune
Principalpoop: laugh? ha, haha, hahaha cough
Dexter Fong: 'our weome EW
stingray: I wish this had been around when I was alive back in 76
Bette Jo: wheeze
Stlouielou: gotta roll...until next time....
Principalpoop: roll us one, thanks
Beet: See ya' Louie
Dexter Fong: See you in st. Louie louie
Bette Jo: havent heard this in years..use to have it memorized
stingray: Beet - what do you know about Shiboleth? That is supposed to be a secret!!!!!
EWeston: G'bye Lou
||||||||| At 10:28 PM, Worker scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
pissfest: Next week I'll be Dr. Dog, a Real Square Little Fellow.
Bette Jo: whaaaat?!
Dexter Fong: We can only hope, Piss
shoes for the dead: is it a hit?
shoes for the dead: or a miss?
shoes for the dead: What?
Beet: Some Jewish secret knowledge. Also the name of the tune on Crush That Dwarf
Principalpoop: salute to reality
EWeston: Its a Miss!
Dexter Fong: Ruff! Ruff!!
pissfest: When will the Whispering Yeast sing some MudheaDSKI???
EWeston: Down Lassie
Beet: There it is again. A pattern
pissfest: LITTLE DOGGIE PACKAGE
Dexter Fong: Beet: It's origens are biblical...something to do with when Saul and david were kicking ass and meant something to the effect of a secret password
pissfest: whoops i can shout don't hear you
MarkTime: and you can stream right to your pc
Beet: Cool, thanks
Principalpoop: i think adams first wife is mentioned there also
Hurakan: Yea Haw!
Dexter Fong: Lymen Beet
EWeston: Ok we'll count the elevator bay
Beet: Who have I got to lose
Dexter Fong: *Oymen
Hurakan: Bear-Wiz Beer
Dexter Fong: Poop: You mean mean......Anita?
Hurakan: It's in the water
MarkTime: anita hit
Principalpoop: Lillith
EWeston: Mescalito
pissfest: Where can I get a job? That is the question.
Dexter Fong: Anita was an prehistoric Pole dancer...that's when the climate was different
shoes for the dead: Panama Red
Principalpoop: teach english in china hehe
Dexter Fong: Red wqs aAnitas manager
EWeston: So were Poles
pissfest: thats OK the bees are dying
Beet: President's answers much the same but tailord to each questioner. One of the coolest devices I ever heard
MarkTime: jiving me agin
Dexter Fong: Piss: But the wasps are winning
shoes for the dead: my sis did that, Poop
Principalpoop: wrong chat shoes
Bette Jo: OMG! I just got foodstamps,and I'm just a clone
Dexter Fong: I taught Engrish in China town
pissfest: He could have been president for decades!
Principalpoop: exit right to funway
MarkTime: ...close b clothes mode...
Dexter Fong: LUBE ME Dr. Memory
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45om EST
EWeston: He broke the President!
pissfest: Phooey! These food stamps taste just like paper!
DJTween: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log.
Dexter Fong: So get here early or get shut out
EWeston: There gluten free!
DJTween: *8:45pm, that is. I do not chant
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
Bette Jo: oh crap..that macaroni...not betty crocker here
Dexter Fong: ...and flagrant frier miles available to fragrant fliers
Beet: Dr. Uh
DJTween: lol Bette
Dexter Fong: Hi! I'm here to make some mac&cheese
Dexter Fong: I'm Betty Lou Costello
pissfest: No not Clem!!!@!
MarkTime: mmm imac&cheese
Principalpoop: making me hungry, bagel with cream cheese and grape jelly, no cooking hehe
Beet: You have to melt the butter first
Dexter Fong: Deputy Damn
MarkTime: yeah, my hunger mode has been opened as well
pissfest: Another for the USA Citizenship test: Don't chase the balls when they make the street.
Beet: Deputy Dan has no friends
MarkTime: think i'll get some honey grams/milk
EWeston: Brined poulty is good
Dexter Fong: But he does have paid informants
pissfest: ok follow
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from jaundice
||||||||| stingray - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| flatly - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pissfest: he can even read our emails
Dexter Fong: Ohil P Is insane =))))
Beet: he only reads the addresses. yeah, right
||||||||| aclem steps in at 10:41 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
pissfest: I do wish I hadn't gotten rid of this LP... I'll listen to anyuthong FT these days
shoes for the dead: La Bomba Chelter!!
Dexter Fong: Piss: You are lucky enough to be around when there is sooo much FST maerial
EWeston: One too many sleepy Joes
pissfest: Got the code? Any Thibng. You. Type. Honest.
Dexter Fong: PF: Huh?
shoes for the dead: no, kinda dishonest
pissfest: I'm starting to realize, DF. Just discoved the radio archive
CS: sorry, i forgot chart and had meal
||||||||| aclem says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, aclem exits at 10:44 PM.
Hurakan: Hey Y'all this was great... dinner just arrived and I think I have the munchies... Take care! Adios!
shoes for the dead: groats?
CS: come again, hara
Beet: bye hura
Dexter Fong: Night Hura
EWeston: See yah HK
Bette Jo: bye hurkie my mac and cheese ire etable too enjoy
pissfest: I don't know why I forgot this part & remembersd stupid GBS gag. I wasn't so smart
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi clem
Bette Jo: cant type and eat
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
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Principalpoop: boy I wolfed that down
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/
Bette Jo: Dexter they'te speaking your language!
CS: anyone have any ideas for a theme for a firesign hour show?
Dexter Fong: BJ: If you puree everything and use a straw
MarkTime: ditto, cant dip and type
EWeston: My cat takes over the eating when I type
pissfest: Fly away, PP
Bette Jo: Ithanks dex
Bette Jo: mac and cheese soup
Bette Jo: lol weston
Dexter Fong: MeWELCOMME
shoes for the dead: a Mark Time show?
EWeston: Medical firesign CS?
Principalpoop: blackbird singing in the dead of night
Dexter Fong: Can not tell his left rom his right
Principalpoop: lol
EWeston: He has trouble with bar cords
Beet: bad puns
Dexter Fong: No shirt no service?
MarkTime: dead cat in every bar cord?
pissfest: all problems he create!
Principalpoop: bun pads
Dexter Fong: No shoes.......
Beet: Probrems
Dexter Fong: Big aprobrem
pissfest: no Buddisty writers!
EWeston: Your not pining this monster rap on me!
Dexter Fong: and no Canadianisties
Bette Jo: I dont remember this one,,so it'hddit writers!o me (andno new
Beet: Love Toed Away
pissfest: Dear Freidnds, BJ
Dexter Fong: Not if it really happened Beet
Bette Jo: dang it why does my mouse jump?
Principalpoop: always
shoes for the dead: (shift)
Dexter Fong: scared of the cat
Bette Jo: my hand hits shift?
pissfest: A Mutant Blue would have no fear
CS: good idea, ew. dont think there is enough sheer medical, but it could be welded into other scientific stuff they riff on
Bette Jo: I'd hit the at if I had one
Dexter Fong: 'course not, they can't feel pain
Bette Jo: cat dang it
EWeston: Niether does my cat
EWeston: He's pre danged
pissfest: I don't fear pain -- juist discontinuity
Principalpoop: hold it, noo, try holding it over there, ahh perfect
CS: i'm notg anybody's cat
Bette Jo: I'm pre danged too
pissfest: don't fear me either
Dexter Fong: He's pre-danged-deranged
pissfest: just discontinuioty
EWeston: That's a given
Bette Jo: home on de range
Beet: Hemlock!
shoes for the dead: deranged?
EWeston: He's home and deranged
pissfest: R. Gomez: Can I buy a subscription of Grit from you?
Principalpoop: the discontiouse boirds on foirst street
Dexter Fong: ..and in a most tasteful way
CS: the work of the firesign lives in a gray zone, an interzone between genius and madness
Principalpoop: sniff that fine line, I mean walking
MarkTime: grit? whoa that acitvated some long-dormant brain glomats
EWeston: And selling candles
Dexter Fong: like with the serial killers and cops
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hurakan - dead from jaundice
||||||||| DrWho42 - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| MrBreeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Bette Jo: Do we have to be Jewish to be here?
Beet: teeth grow into their brains
Principalpoop: no no, but circumsized, men only
EWeston: No but don't go over there
Rufus_T_Firetween says in his best Rod Serling voice, "This is no ordinary comedy troupe..."
CS: no bette.
shoes for the dead: only if you wish
Bette Jo: no circumsized women?
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, give Bette Jo a Ruben sandwich
||||||||| Catherwood brings bette jo a ruben sandwich.
Bette Jo: dang it
Beet: To write you must be Jewish however
Bette Jo: thank you
pissfest: You know, if you had this chat on Saturdays we wouldn't be guilty to drink whiskey on Chat Night. O. That's it, is it, is it? Achoo.
Principalpoop: i don't believe in ufos
MarkTime: be more circumspect when addressing that circumstance
CS: bergman was the only jew in the group and he died last year. the other lads have their own religions
EWeston: They believe in you PP
pissfest: Why do I think teeth grew into my brain??
shoes for the dead: circumly
Principalpoop: ahh, the bigger circle than the circle I drew scam, ok ok
Dexter Fong: PF: Just set your watcj ahead 2 days. step into this grandfather clock and hit yourself with this magnum
EWeston: Sumaratran blood?
Beet: You didn't chew
Bette Jo: Is that sauerkraut on that rueben kosher?
pissfest: Mr. CS, that may ruin my theory of humour
MarkTime: heehee
EWeston: gesuntite!
CS: actually he seems to have spent his later decades as a buddhist
MarkTime: is nict correctay (canadian)
Principalpoop: and what is the russian dressing wearing?
CS: lol
Beet: A Buddhist Writer?
pissfest: Corrictie! My elemernt!!!
Bette Jo: heehee
EWeston: Something from Mr. Ed's For Threads
CS: i think it wss henry adams who said he was a buddhist before he went to japan. pretty much the same for me
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Wear our manes on Main street
Bette Jo: 8 in yuma
Bette Jo: time travel is was is going to be confusing
Dexter Fong: 2 in oprah
pissfest: Not flat!!!!@ No plot noflaxen sshow it massage me gesuntheit
Principalpoop: 55 degrees in roanoke in the middle of august, weirdly cool
Beet: more puns per second than any other
Bette Jo: it's 103 and the sun ids down
CS: bette, if time travel could happen, why hasn't it?
Principalpoop: now that is august
Bette Jo: normal for here not as bad as it sounds
Dexter Fong: Beet: Except for "By the light...." on the "Pink Hotel Burns Down" releasd
MarkTime: it did, but didn't do well in it's demograhic so it was cancelled
CS: cold enough for me to wear a sweater here in north van
EWeston: We keep going down the wrong trouser leg of time
Dexter Fong: and which Tweeny will ber playing next wek
Principalpoop: canada is always cold, next to the pole you know
Beet: I'll go listen tonight Dex
pissfest: I work for a hospita!! Fear for brain -- I'm sending to my employer - I0- I'llnever regerret = Wannasw Drink Whix
CS: lol poop
Bette Jo: all the Canadians come here in the winter.roke..hurry we r b
||||||||| Catherwood ushers bozoette in through the front door at 11:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Bette Jo: my shifty shift key did it again
Principalpoop: lots of snow birds in south floreeda too
MarkTime: i truely love the video version of everything you know...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bozoette
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about the “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” 2-CD compilation album and the history of the Firesign Theaire at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Bette Jo: honk honk
Dexter Fong: BJ: I gotta admit, at last i DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING YOU SAY
CS: i always enjoy visiting the states. enjoy returning to canada even more
bozoette: hey rufus, thanks for the welcome
||||||||| Outside, the 11:04 PM crosstown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Hurakan coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Bette Jo: I get that alot
CS: yeah its very faithful to the album
Dexter Fong: Oops sorry
Rufus_T_Firetween: wb Hurakan
Dexter Fong: Hey HK
Beet: allow me to also welcome bozoette
Principalpoop: i don;t get that all, I need to get out more
CS: wb h
pissfest: I need to prepAre THE cURIOS & THE kOOKY - HELP US
Bette Jo: my curor jumps and i send without looking for that annoying conundrum
CS: welcome, bozoette
Beet: Funny Namers
EWeston: Back to the cypt for me now. So long till next time, again.
Bette Jo: Gualala caca funny
Beet: Bye E
CS: by ew
MarkTime: ok, fly by night and sleep all day
Dexter Fong: Night EW
Principalpoop: ciao E
pissfest: Bob, please help us
||||||||| EWeston dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's EWeston?! It's 11:06 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Bette Jo: Anybody here near the Left Coast with me?
shoes for the dead: see ya next time, bye!
Principalpoop: you too shoes? cya bud
Beet: bye shoes
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
CS: i'm in north vancouver. how left can you get?
Dexter Fong: BJ: Click on the Nino icon to the left at the bottom
pissfest: Bob, yo'll save us from the alienation???
DJTween: Have you check out Nino, Bette Jo?
Principalpoop: your other left
Bette Jo: La Jolla
DJTween: Click the Nino link at the bottom of the page to see where everyone is
Bette Jo: no what is nino?
DJTween: Click the link
Principalpoop: just click it
pissfest: Oh Crisst pleae help hel p help!!!
Bette Jo: oooooooh I'm blonde,,
Principalpoop: now, click click click
Dexter Fong: PF: Just try to remembe,"Bob's youre Uncle"
DJTween: Click Click, Player
Principalpoop: see how easy that was?
pissfest: PLEASE SAVE US??? PLEAASRE HELP???? oh sgit
Bette Jo: very cool, I'm a trekker and may be a redneck,,but I'm in Yuma Arizona
Principalpoop: now give us your bank account number and pin code and we show another trick
Bette Jo: not enterprise alabama
DJTween: lol
DJTween: shhhhh, P
Bette Jo: how about my foodstamp pin
CS: i had never consulted nino before. and i've been here since day 1
Beet: Don't we all have to be aliens to SOMEONE?
MarkTime: no, never been to the pissfest, sigh
DJTween: I knew Alabama got hot, but that sounded more like a southwest temp
Principalpoop: noo, you are confused, nino is never wrong, you are in alabama
Bette Jo: elebennteen gabillion
Dexter Fong: BJ: A very good nearby dweller recently won a large amount of money
DJTween: Well, unfortunately Nino has to rely on what the ISPs tell him :/
Bette Jo: wow
pissfest: OSit my GF is tryint to convince me I'm an egg...
Dexter Fong: ..adn the isp's don't always share with us
MarkTime: in everyones eggs...
Principalpoop: coocoo cahchew
CS: a bit late for that, pisss
Merlyn: hey all, this is just a test to prevent video embedding:
Merlyn: <object width="560" height="315"><param name="movie" value="//www.youtube.com/v/oqNmYwxK2Z4?hl=en_US&version=3&rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="//www.youtube.com/v/oqNmYwxK2Z4?hl=en_US&version=3&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="560" height="315" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true">
Merlyn: works
Principalpoop: wow
DJTween: Thanks Merlyn :)
Bette Jo: ISP is the devil...this is new firesign for me,,funny I grew up at Cape Kennedy in the 60's
Beet: Hey, Hura, I grew up in Big H
CS: ok so what should we do, merl?
pissfest: This is why I expect comtadeship. Now -- my girlfrienmd is starting to wonde
Merlyn: nothing cat
DJTween: You've never heard "Everything You Know Is Wrong"?
Principalpoop: is that near hyannis port?
Merlyn: just warning people of the HTML
CS: my favourite activity, merl
DJTween: My favorite FST album
Bette Jo: Maybe I was stoned at the time..wait I was stoned all the time
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol
Principalpoop: cape code renamed cape kennedy
Principalpoop: cod even
Dexter Fong hands Poop a Cod piece
Bette Jo: canaveral
Principalpoop: brrrr, you keep it in the freezer fong? brrrrr
CS: you say that as if it's a bad thing, bette.
Bette Jo: what a cold cod piece?
Dexter Fong: Poop: Ssanitary recautions
Principalpoop: florida in the 60s, the life of flipper
Bette Jo: no I said it like bragging
Principalpoop: we lived there a few years in the 60s, ahh beach life
Bette Jo: See the Apollo 11 lift of?
Bette Jo: f
Beet: I was stationed at Coco Beach in the navy for about three months
CS: there may have been a firesign theare without thc, but it would have been a different firesign
Principalpoop: still doing mercurys when we were there, didn't see them
Rufus_T_Firetween: "ah, the beach life", until there's a hurricane, right Hurakan?
Bette Jo: okay I remember this line
Principalpoop: i moved north after Andrew, blank that stuff
MarkTime: ooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhnoooooooooooo
Bette Jo: I was in the reserves during the 80's biggest threat to the US was A Flock of Seagulls from Canada
pissfest: I'll help with the 60s if my gf doesn't object
Beet: I think Hurakan is away
MarkTime: flock of seagulls, had their first album
CS: yeah we're so agressive, bette
MarkTime: not from canada, brits
Principalpoop: jonathan livingstone, he did it his way
Bette Jo: that is a big hair band joke
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you want to mark yourself away, just select "I'm Away" from the popup menu. Your name will appear in brackets
Dexter Fong: BJ: You're lucky ...could have been loons
Bette Jo: oooh I thought they were Canadians
CS: us canucks invaded your excuse for a country with SCTV about this time
MarkTime: heehee
Bette Jo: I been telling that joke 4 years..no wonder nobody laughed
Bette Jo: we do get loon in our lakes (ponds to y'all)
Principalpoop: even cowgirls get the blues, the same guy that did another roadside attraction
Merlyn: nite all
||||||||| "11:22 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Merlyn, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the brambles.
MarkTime: love "made in canada" wish i could get seasons 2...
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and thanks
Principalpoop: night m
pissfest: Oh shit I think I found mt=yself inide a stoey. She dowsn'twant me to be a brave....
Beet: bye merl
Principalpoop: pissfest the brave enters and brandishes his sword
CS: thisa is close to my least favourite firesing album
Dexter Fong: Kinda agree Cat
pissfest: WHO CARES????
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hurakan - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| bozoette - dead from jaundice
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: they outdo the mindless noise of regular tv
DJTween: The crowd has thinned
MarkTime: liposuction
CS: indeed
DJTween: This really is a great compilation album though
Beet: hardcore remains
Principalpoop: worn out
CS: i come and go have to consult the log
DJTween: They made another Best Of earlier, but I couldn't find a copy anywhere
CS: you're right, tween
pissfest: CS: IT'S AMONG MU 2NDO R 3RD FAVORITE
CS: ok piss, we have different tastes.
CS: that expands their audience and thatr's a good thing
Dexter Fong: Cat: I think you have to hand over theMXedSpellINgs award to Piss
pissfest: Those are good cars
Principalpoop: piss and cs have different tastes
CS: loh, edex
MarkTime: piss is in our chat, that's why it's yellow
Dexter Fong: lol Mark
CS: recently on faceboook, proc talked about the girl in the song
||||||||| "11:29 PM? 11:29 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Hurakan should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hurakan enters and sits on the divan.
CS: poop,we all have diferent tastes. that makes the expansion of tastes possible
CS: that's a good thing.
DJTween: Proc's really good about keeping up with Facebook
Principalpoop: sure, poop has a different taste than piss
Dexter Fong: That's not what you told me, Poopie
CS: gross, poop
Beet: no first hand experience
DJTween: They've always embraced new technology, and Proc has certainly taken to using social media
Principalpoop: don't go santorum on me fong
Bette Jo: yes I found you on facebook
Dexter Fong: Bear Grills did it crossing North african
Dexter Fong: He's still alive
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
||||||||| 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: come on jesus
Bette Jo: I did alredy..how I found this chat
Bette Jo: I dunno why I cant find a job..
CS: when i first went online in late 93, i found a firesign group. everything since then has been a great gift
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "11:33 PM and late as usual, it's BarometerBob, just back from Elmertown."
Dexter Fong: BJ: Are you under the impression you're having a private chat with someone?
pissfest: you found me i lost me computer has lodst ud somrthing wrong wiyh chat
DJTween: If anyone wants to Friend me on FB, I'm Kurt Ericson from Austin
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Dexter Fong: I'll friend you Tweeny, long as it ain't recorded
Bette Jo: and I'm bette Weimar from AZ
MarkTime: do you know phil from austin?
Dexter Fong: Mark Yes
pissfest: Oh, BJ it'sletting me knopw what luddiote am -b i good speralk...
DJTween: Wish Phil would stop in more often (he has on occasion)
Bette Jo: home of Stevie Rae
Bette Jo: ;ldjaodiggjGKTOF
DJTween: yes indeed
DJTween: SRV
CS: i hope phil austin shows up here again with news of the radio project
DJTween: yeah
pissfest: Bette =- I'm justlile you
Bette Jo: GHOST IN YOUR CURSOR?
pissfest: O shit5 gorilla love nw nopw??????
MarkTime: oh yeag
Bette Jo: CURSE THAT CURSOR and cap lock
MarkTime: yeah
Dexter Fong: Welcome to tourette's City
pissfest: thanks love anybod
Bette Jo: Alpha Delta Ninja Mango
Principalpoop: dog is funny, i will take him out and see if that helps, brb
Dexter Fong: Later Poop
||||||||| 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/'
CS: by poop
Beet: seeya poop
MarkTime: poop is just a regular guy
Dexter Fong: tween: This is the longest f8ck8ng albumn(s) in the world
Bette Jo: I'd love to donate,,had to chose between water bill or phone bill
MarkTime: almost all?
CS: is there another kind, mark?
Dexter Fong: Play anaothe trick Tweeny
Bette Jo: thta easy for you to say
CS: we sure do enjoy it, tween
pissfest: Lily help my gtrandaughter's & everyone
Beet: Thanks Tween you done it again. Bye all
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and keep 'em skyping
MarkTime: yes, it's good and good for you
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lil - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Yeah, we'll ask people to Skype next week for sure
pissfest: I snuck the studio version of this onto an HTG Xtian station
DJTween: This compilation was quite long
DJTween: 'comprehensive', shall we say?
Dexter Fong: Oiss: Did you send it to Apha Centurian ^?
CS: good work, piss
pissfest: Fear, like pain, is just God's way of hurting us...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween leaves at 11:41 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..."
MarkTime: god's -> his
CS: thanks again, tween'
Dexter Fong: Night tweeny
MarkTime: more global pc-correct
||||||||| At 11:42 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Dexter Fong: pc-correct = hard wired to NSA
CS: hows retirement going for you, dex?
MarkTime: they come, they go, so difficult to know how late it is when you're in a small room staring at a monitor
Dexter Fong: Cat: Sigh.....
Principalpoop: good dog, back, he did need to pee and was telling me
CS: the guys seem actively in search of paid work
Dexter Fong: Mark: You cannot stare down a lizard......they have an inner eyelid
Dexter Fong: Cat: 0000when was it other?
Dexter Fong: *)))
Principalpoop: sigh fong? i don't want to hear that, hang out at the super museums and art galleries or something
Principalpoop: and have a nice lunch, come on now
pissfest: that'd the rarity??? how about that Beatle rarety Day In the Life??? Show ur courage
Bette Jo: He's no fun he fell right over
Dexter Fong: Cat: sigh = wonderful
Principalpoop: phooey
pissfest: I'm pissing....... BOB
Dexter Fong: Sorry, we're out of phooey
Principalpoop: phooey = right
CS: on one of his chat sessions, you can look it up austin said the grou would only appear together is finances requierd that. not a suggestion of any kind of chemistry still commercially possible
Bette Jo: DF I was reading the log..I thought I was having a private chat? Always with the voices in my head
CS: if
CS: if finnces required and hopedfully that wont' happen i get from austin
pissfest: i'm ready for the corpse movies - well, that's us any day now, yeah?
Principalpoop: you can sit and stare at a painting or statue for hours now fong and not be creepy lol
Bette Jo: Okay..off to watch Quick Draw on Hulu..(hilarious) Alpha Mike Foxtrot (Adios Moefoes)
Principalpoop: sit at the met and watch people
Dexter Fong: Thanks Poop, I knew you'd have it down
Principalpoop: ciao betty jo, keep applying for jobs, you will luck out
CS: thakns for stopping by, bette jo
Dexter Fong: Bye Bye bama Girl
Bette Jo: I do aviation art if anybody needs any art..find me on fb
pissfest: i'll watch QDF with u ion mind, bj
CS: we are on your side
Principalpoop: that the cheap retirement, travel if you can
Bette Jo: funny! Not in Bama in AZ the NSA got my ISP wrong
pissfest: bababababa...
Dexter Fong: BJ: I didn't know you had a lISP
Bette Jo: Dexter Fong, ur name makes me think of a Chinese serial killer but a good killer!
pissfest: bring back trhwe 78 rpm I mean iot
Principalpoop: be grateful, like somebody telling somebody the post office was handling registering for the draft...
Dexter Fong: Oh yes! I kill quick!! Very tidy and considerate
Bette Jo: Thanks I was hoping for a quick death1
Dexter Fong: BUT FIRST>>>>>>>Goo Goo
CS: the crying of lot 49, one of the most firesonian books i've ever read
Bette Jo: lol
Principalpoop: about 50 years late for a quick one, oh you mean fast, ok
Dexter Fong: Gotto amscray endfrei
Principalpoop: that is the bus, good luck and see you soon all
Dexter Fong: See y'all next week
Bette Jo: I'm confuuuuused
Principalpoop: ciaooo
||||||||| "11:54 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Principalpoop, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
CS: by dex
Bette Jo: we ARE all bozos on this bus
CS: you're supposed to be, bette
Bette Jo: oh yea, I'm blonde huh?
CS: confused.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Beet - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Hurakan - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| BarometerBob - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: from chaos comes enlightenment, perhaps
Bette Jo: getting th white out for the screen
Bette Jo: ignorance is bliss
CS: from firesign play A Shadow Moves,the line, "white as terror" comes to mind
CS: are we all gone?
||||||||| 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..
pissfest: hi did i miss anything??
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MarkTime - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Bette Jo - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from The Plague
||||||||| CS - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
pissfest: bj, i'm ahuge fs fan just inactive since JUST fLKS,...btw i'm older,... 53...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pissfest - dead from The Plague
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Ma Rainey - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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:
Beet
Bette Jo
bozoette
Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DrWho42
Elayne2
Elayne
EWeston
floralacres
gabrieldrm
Hurakan
late
Lennonmarx
Lil
MarkTime
Merlyn
pigmama61
pissfest
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
stingray
Stlouielou
Worker
Zero Ohms
URL References:
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=sfi-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithbeoffith.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.goodshowsir.co.uk/
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/



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