A Firesign Chat
09/05/2013




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 September 05, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "7:49 AM and late as usual, it's Peter Mentorme, just back from Reading."
Peter Mentorme: I’ve been Texas Tween’ed, spread the medicated cream, quickly, losing all sense of surreality!!
||||||||| Peter Mentorme leaves to catch the 7:49 AM train to Reading.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies RedPillTweeny inside, makes a note of the time (2:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 2:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and dude disembarks at 8:17 PM.
dude: Hey you mugs... Where am I conna graduate from??
||||||||| DJTween tiptoes in around 8:25 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi dude
DJTween: Just getting set up
||||||||| 8:26 PM: Rufus_T_Firetween jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| 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 bob falls out at 8:27 PM.
DJTween: Hello bob
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Stratoblastor inside, makes a note of the time (8:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi strat
DJTween: just about to start the warm-up music
||||||||| 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 paisley horsey gets out at 8:45 PM.
DJTween: Hi horsey
paisley horsey: hello all
||||||||| 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)'
Stratoblastor: I'm so tired I haven't slept a wink
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and Dirk steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: catherwood, please get Stratoblaster a pillow
||||||||| Catherwood gets stratoblaster a pillow.
DJTween: Hi Dirk
||||||||| "8:53 PM? 8:53 PM!!" says Catherwood, "MarkTime should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as MarkTime enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
paisley horsey: he's no fun he fell rite over
DJTween: Hi Mark
||||||||| 8:53 PM: late jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
MarkTime: hello all
Dirk: Hello
paisley horsey: hola
Stratoblastor: Under the dwarf maples
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| EWeston sashays in at 8:56 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| "Hey Dirk!" ... Dirk turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 8:56 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Stratoblastor: I already have one
||||||||| 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 Jack Edwards disembarks at 8:57 PM.
EWeston: Ah the best break from creating WMDistraction is here again. Yow Tweeny and a paisley horsie?
DJTween: Hi Jack
Stratoblastor: Late, where in Dallas r u?
paisley horsey: howdey
DJTween: catherwood, please hive paisley horsey a nice sugar cube
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside DJTween and inquires "Did you want something?"
late: i am north, lewisville
||||||||| "8:59 PM? 8:59 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits on the couch.
late: are you in the area?
DJTween: catherwood, please give paisley horsey a nice sugar cube
||||||||| Catherwood hands paisley horsey a nice sugar cube.
Stratoblastor: Gee you are you!
DJTween: Hi wheeze
EWeston: Where'd this paisley elephant come from?
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi'ya all
Stratoblastor: Plano
EWeston: Hey Wheeze
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 05, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with CS close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
paisley horsey: the old same place
EWeston: There's Cease
||||||||| Beet sashays in at 9:00 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with shoes for the dead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
CS: here i am
DJTween: Hi cease, Beat
DJTween: Hi Shoes
Beet: Howdy all
EWeston: Godfrey or Carpathian Sames?
CS: from yhour imagination, e
shoes for the dead: howdy
Stratoblastor: Quid malmborg in Plano
late: cool, small world
Beet: elucidation turned to illucidation
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
late: yes, the plano always sticks out for me
Beet: Or something like that
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: Hi De Ho
Beet: hey Poop
DJTween: Hey Mudhead, Poop
shoes for the dead: hi poop
||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Beet: Greetings Mudhead
Merlyn: hey all
Stratoblastor: I did find malmborgs' tombstone in plano Illinois
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Beet: Merlyn Yo
Principalpoop: like the song on the radio, you're on my mind
EWeston: We gots the M's and P's nailed down here
late: well, squeeze the wheeze
Stratoblastor: We own the idea of America
Mudhead: Well anyone miss me?
CS: not much of an idea
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Uh, Clem', just granted probation at 9:04 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: i did
Beet: Can someone tell me what that little red icon on The Waiting Room tab is?
CS: were you gone?
EWeston: We're negotiating on the ownership of lawyers
late: reformats your harddrive
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Hideo Matt in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Merlyn: beet, it's the little-used Firesign logo
Mudhead: people kept shootingat me
shoes for the dead: real gone
Principalpoop: a red monkey, or hawk
DJTween: Will they be in the Lawyer's Hospital?
Principalpoop: shooting with what?
||||||||| Stratoblastor, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Sitting Room.
Beet: Is it an eyeball hat?
Merlyn: beet, here's a slightly larger version of the logo (it's both fire and a jester's hat): http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/img/logo_white_sm2.jpg
Merlyn: could be an eyeball hat too
||||||||| 9:06 PM -- Stratoblastor enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Mudhead: using handguns with their hans of course
late: should i inflate my shows now?
Beet: That was very helpful Merl. Thanks.
CS: oh the portland show
shoes for the dead: i have a quart of September
Merlyn: our shows suffer from inflation
late: shoes damn it
MarkTime: http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/img/logo_white.jpg
EWeston: Hansite is golden
Principalpoop: i hope you can move fast like the matrix, or are hard like superman or flexy like reed richards or plasticman
Mudhead: that time bendy thing is neat
Beet: V.G. Mark
Merlyn: Bergman wrote this bit, and the rest is improvised by the guys
Merlyn: Austin couldn't make it and was on the phone
CS: it does sound like bergman's writing
DJTween: great improv :)
Principalpoop: kill the wabbit
Mudhead: I've been off the web for a while, needed a break
EWeston: Release the Giant Space Bunnies
Beet: I used to walk through the Enron building on almost a daily basis a few years before the whole thing broke.
Merlyn: I added funny art to this for the XM show clip page
Principalpoop: you missed the good part, might be years before it is good again
shoes for the dead: what did you break?
Mudhead: my modem
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “RADIO NOW LIVE!!” - 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://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ'
Principalpoop: is life without the internet as fulfilling as you recalled?
CS: a break from the internet?
Mudhead: better, I just got contact lenses so I can now read again
Principalpoop: that is what he said, he was the target of somebody
Mudhead: everyones missed me so far
shoes for the dead: i saw them at the Alladin, diff year
Principalpoop: stupid eyes, same for years and then start changing again
EWeston: I just missed you again!
Mudhead: See?
Principalpoop: hope they don't get new eye glasses
CS: mud, so many new folks with the names of old chatters, one never knows who is who anymore
Mudhead: I'm the old Mudhead, from befoe
EWeston: Dam sighting system on this double barrelled 18" mawister
Beet: Who am us
shoes for the dead: or what is what
Principalpoop: you can never step in the same stream twice or something, welcome back anyway
CS: we've had a flurry of ah clems and hemlock stones
||||||||| 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 Molar plummets into the garden at 9:15 PM.
EWeston: Then it was turtles all the way down
Principalpoop: I heard that
EWeston: But can you bear that?
Principalpoop: I covey that
CS: sounds like a dr. seuss book, e
shoes for the dead: what do you mean by "that"?
Mudhead: is ah,clem being mean to Bambi?
Principalpoop: why are you being mean?
DJTween: Hi Molar
EWeston: I mean in whose movie?
Principalpoop: this is real
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “RADIO NOW LIVE!!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
EWeston: Which reel?
late: damned sponges
Principalpoop: Thats it jughead, now we can go
Mudhead: suckin up all
shoes for the dead: jungle bunnies
EWeston: Its just, the cat had an accident on one.
Beet: Jungle bunnies?
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Principalpoop: no, it was coons
CS: i think that's a term from firesigners childhood
EWeston: Scary beasts!
Principalpoop: spear chuckers
shoes for the dead: the cat had an acident on the cat?
shoes for the dead: coon
EWeston: He is devious, and not costrained by linear time.
Principalpoop: a devourer
shoes for the dead: does it also glow in the dark E?
EWeston: The Obros Cat? Silly superstition!
CS: we're having a loud thunderstorm here now.freaking out the dog
late: the clarity is devastating
EWeston: I can see his eyes now, a mean yelllow glow inthe dark!
Principalpoop: deviants
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hideo Matt - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Uh, Clem - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Stratoblastor - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
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
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies MrBreeze into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:25 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Breeze
EWeston: We's quietly proud.
shoes for the dead: pull up a sanitary pedestal, Breeze
Principalpoop: power
DJTween: power
EWeston: The flaming spikes are all researved
Mudhead: tower
Principalpoop: one of my old gfs donated to that
shoes for the dead: east bay grease
EWeston: What an eyeful
late: wall of science is the best
Mudhead: Bambi been seen?
Principalpoop: ask tween
CS: not here, mud
Mudhead: ah,clem?
DJTween: Not recently Mud
CS: long gone, like a turkey thru the corn
DJTween: CNI chat still quite active, of course
Mudhead: sigh, lost the irc address
CS: they come, they go
CS: xcept me. i'm always here
DJTween: It's changed, Mud, I'll get it for you
Mudhead: thanks Tweeny for the solid
Rufus_T_Firetween: Solid coffee? You're grounded!
Principalpoop: Onan Winkydink
Mudhead: Solid coffee...the original K-cup
MrBreeze: Are you alone?
shoes for the dead: if you lived here, you'ld be home by now
Principalpoop: you are asking me if I am alone? ask yourself hehe
EWeston: I'm of no demoniantion, Fresh!
Mudhead: I'm too poor to get a loan
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “RADIO NOW LIVE!!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
Principalpoop: radio now
late: captain happy!
shoes for the dead: my neighbor is an orthodox lone
late: it's all messed up
EWeston: I'm next to a hetrodox lone myself
Principalpoop: 668 the number of the neighbor of the beast
EWeston: We just call her Doxie.
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late: it's all messed up...
Principalpoop: hep man
EWeston: Anti entropy time?
CS: if it aint entropic, it aint time
shoes for the dead: auntie in ropes?
||||||||| 9:39 PM: brewhaha jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
brewhaha: omg i'm lol
CS: i'
DJTween: Hi brew
CS: i'll have a brew
brewhaha: yo and hey
Principalpoop: xd
EWeston: She was last seen in the hemp warehouse
DJTween: catherwood, please give everyone a brewhaha
||||||||| Catherwood brings everyone a brewhaha.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
brewhaha: what IS all this brooooo ha haaah?
CS: i wonder if elayne is back from the uk?
EWeston: Its micro brewed!
brewhaha: we getting more FST ?
brewhaha: prefer those macro brews
brewhaha: everthing including the kitchen sink in that bad boy
CS: you mean more production by the surviving 3?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “RADIO NOW LIVE!!” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
EWeston: That would be a Brew ho ho then. Next counter over.
brewhaha: who's a ho
brewhaha: oh, ho-made brews
CS: i don't know if even they know, but they might do some bits for their new radio station
EWeston: The Xmas Bunnie
brewhaha: brewed by whores
brewhaha: or whore-aid
||||||||| MrBreeze leaves to catch the 9:43 PM train to Atlanta.
shoes for the dead: blew on outa here
EWeston: No blown jokes, or I'll have Pooer hurt you
EWeston: Auuugh!
Principalpoop: Being disrespectful to beer and whores, is nothing sacred?
shoes for the dead: no flat oneliners
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Principalpoop: fedora
CS: taking beer and whores out of the economy would do more harm than a tsunami
Rufus_T_Firetween: likely, cease
EWeston: A hat is just a small cave
DJTween: and a cave is just a hole on its side
CS: i meant the japanese economy, but it could be generalized
shoes for the dead: heard on the local news Winkeydink is in town at the truckstop
DJTween: filling up?
EWeston: Much happier to find on a cold night.
shoes for the dead: scarin the ladies
EWeston: The hat is occupied
EWeston: Some hats are octopied, I suppose
shoes for the dead: tip your hat to the ladies
||||||||| "9:52 PM? 9:52 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits at the bar.
Principalpoop: put your ballcap on sideways
DJTween: wb Wheeze
EWeston: And tip your cow, or she'll follow you to your car
DJTween: lol EW
EWeston: Sure laugh at experience.
Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh
shoes for the dead: snatch and lick
Mudhead: hey, im still here
CS: that's good, mud
Principalpoop: not shot yet?
DJTween: prove it, Mud
EWeston: Gutt!
Principalpoop: keep weaving and ducking
||||||||| Catherwood waltzes in at 9:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hello Catherwoody
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside DJTween and asks "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
EWeston: I got pink tracers in this load
Principalpoop: give catherwood a catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood hands a.
DJTween: lol
Catherwood: I already have one
shoes for the dead: for pink elephants?
DJTween: I think you stumped him, P
Principalpoop: but this is yours
EWeston: Uh oh he's gone recursive
Mudhead: Im no pinko
Merlyn: He took the time machine again
Catherwood: It mysteriously vanished
EWeston: Pink Boheimith upon my bed!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Principalpoop: Like catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Principalpoop and asks "Someone mention my name?"
shoes for the dead: the tracers are from the moldy rye
EWeston: Well he says he's pink, but that's a hard shade at night to see
Mudhead: get shot, get high
EWeston: Leave the army if you die
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:01 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from New York."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
EWeston: Where's the cake?
Principalpoop: blimey, its E
Elayne: Catherwood misspeaks, I'm actually in New York just back from England. :)
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Elayne
shoes for the dead: arms tired, El?
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Indeed, shoes!
CS: welcome back, el
Mudhead: Hiya Elayne
Elayne: Thanks Cat!
Principalpoop: A good time?
CS: you should be hearing yourself on the radio eventually
CS: looks like you were having a good time, el
DJTween: no takers for a Skype chat, folks? last call...
Elayne: Very much so, Prinpoop, if only because we had a nice long visit with my 90-year-old father-in-law.
EWeston: He's stoned!
DJTween: kewl E
CS: a good time for a long visit
Elayne: It was mostly seeing relatives and a few of Robin's college friends. No real touristy stuff this time around.
Elayne: A bit warm for England, where of course they don't believe in air conditioning. And Dad's flat tends to hold the heat. It wasn't physically comfy.
Mudhead: glad yur back
EWeston: Sgt Mudheadskie has always struck me as an interesting character
||||||||| gabrieldrm bounds in at 10:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi gabriel
CS: in waht sense, e?
gabrieldrm: 'ello all!
Elayne: Cat, in the sense that I need my air conditioning. :) Oh, and no real water pressure, England is a bath country rather than a shower country.
CS: hi gab
Mudhead: hi
Elayne: Visited a very nice head shop in Lewes, on the High Street.
gabrieldrm: hi CS!
EWeston: Sargents are who get things done, very responsible. Bergmans take on it is straight but still funny.
CS: actually, el, i was asking eweston in what sense sgt. mudheadsky was so interesting
Mudhead: Did you get to ride one of the new Roadmaster double decker buses E?
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Elayne: Oh, sorry Cat. I guess since there are two E's here, you should call me ER? :)
CS: oh i see, ew
CS: lol er
Elayne: I used to be EW, then I married.
gabrieldrm: Radio now, or radio now?
EWeston: His sargent understands the system, its twisted, he will still make it work and retain his sanity.
shoes for the dead: good ad, CS
CS: i just heard from my boss that it needs more production values
DJTween: love the purring noise
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| paisley horsey - dead from the yaws
||||||||| MarkTime - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: but something like it willl occur eventually
CS: i had a dream last night that a lion walked into our house. that's where the dream came from.
CS: of course the dream was inspired by my cat jazz purring near my ears
DJTween: that could be somewhat disconcerting
CS: speaking of jazz, in the dream i ran out of the house and vince guaraldi helped me pour ice cubes down the chimney whle someone else held a fan near the window, saying the lion would think it was winter in our house and leave
gabrieldrm: New to me!
Mudhead: I was watching a BBC show about the new buses in London, thought yo may have gone on one ER
gabrieldrm: Out of the fog
shoes for the dead: i had that same dream, CS!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with bob close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:12 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
shoes for the dead: and the spiders?
EWeston: Holy Achtype Fireman
CS: you must be me, under a different name
DJTween: wb bob
Elayne: No Mudhead, we didn't get to London this time around. The day we'd planned it I woke up with a very bad muscle pull in my leg, so no London this time around.
CS: names are very fluid here
DJTween: That's because we drink so much
DJTween: Sorry to hear, Elayne :(
shoes for the dead: and tpye so good
CS: hope your leg is fine now, el
EWeston: A peyotie nation is...
Elayne: It's improving a bit, Cat, now that I'm in my own bed. But still giving me problems.
gabrieldrm: 2 bit ring from a cracker back jox
Mudhead: well, if you come visit New London this weekend we have the Schooner Festival, and the Mystic Art Fest
EWeston: A lucky guess?
gabrieldrm: of couse
Principalpoop: How much do schoons cost nowadays
EWeston: 35 or 6 to 4
gabrieldrm: 36 ounces
Principalpoop: by the yard?
Mudhead: the Mystic Seaport just finshed spending $26 mil on the last wooden whaling schooner
CS: there's no place lilke home, eh, el?
shoes for the dead: domestic or imported?
Principalpoop: wow
EWeston: And two multiple indentity stamps
shoes for the dead: stamps
EWeston: Sorry I type with a lisp
gabrieldrm: Get your hands off me, Nancy!
gabrieldrm: No, a lithp.
Principalpoop: I lisp around a-types
EWeston: Put them on me Johny
CS: good catch, ew
EWeston: Someone's no longer my brother Gym.
gabrieldrm: I lisp around double DD's.
DJTween: LOL Bergman
EWeston: Watch out if she's carrying 3 45's
gabrieldrm: Hard way to die...
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bob - dead from jaundice
||||||||| brewhaha - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: a vinyl injury
EWeston: Hard sound effects
gabrieldrm: Brew haha
EWeston: Ha ha?
CS: is there an easy way, gab?
gabrieldrm: Who brought the celophane?
gabrieldrm: No, the hard way is much more rewarding!
EWeston: The milkman knocks twice, if he's holdin
shoes for the dead: i don't do hard drugs, Gab
Principalpoop: but do hard drugs do you?
Mudhead: We take drugs pretty seriously in my house
CS: this does sound like the seattle shows
EWeston: I wanna domino
Principalpoop: my headphone batteries wore out, whats happening?
CS: get a dominotrix
Principalpoop: oh domino, says van oops helen? noo, vandegraf, no, van johnson, no, van ahh
shoes for the dead: all the electrons leaked out
gabrieldrm: Unplug the headphones and listen to the speakers, Poop!
EWeston: When I get through the box of Idioats
CS: roll me over romeo
Principalpoop: i have no speakers
gabrieldrm: A little feedback never hurt anyone!
CS: lord have mercy
CS: wy not, poop?
gabrieldrm: Hovoly, hovoly you're all good christians now.
shoes for the dead: can't you read lips, Poop?
Principalpoop: i don't listen to anything, except this
EWeston: Good plan Pooper
Principalpoop: stewart and colbert, now all done
CS: the canadian franchise?
Principalpoop: do i get a biscuit and some wine?
CS: take off, for the great white firesign
gabrieldrm: stale crackers and grape juics.
Mudhead: hardtack an grog fer me
Principalpoop: argh mud
Elayne: Must go, still a bit woozy. Next week, all.
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:34 PM.
Principalpoop: cheerio
CS: by el
Beet: 'Bye E
EWeston: Nylon bunnies and an attractive nest of spiders for me. I have simple tastes
EWeston: By Elayne
gabrieldrm: Chiggers, ticks and mosquitos are my favorite....
Principalpoop: mites, gnats and midges for me, a light eater
Mudhead: almost time for me to climb up the tre and play the flute
EWeston: I love how they spell their names
Principalpoop: cut the soles off your shoes
Mudhead: always
gabrieldrm: No, Mudhead, don't do it!
Principalpoop: hehe
Mudhead: its been real, an its been fun
Principalpoop: anybody tried that? do your shoes flop while you walk?
Beet: See ya Mud
Mudhead: i'll be back again
Mudhead: nite all
Principalpoop: glad you are back mud, keep bobbing and weavering
gabrieldrm: Flaps on top, unless you have sneakers!
DJTween: don't be a stranger, Muddy
EWeston: By Mudhead
gabrieldrm: Nite Mudhead!
||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
shoes for the dead: spats
Principalpoop: really? seriously?
EWeston: Pre-emptive fricative?
gabrieldrm: Sneakers go quitely...
shoes for the dead: they aren't loafers
EWeston: Not if they're studded
Principalpoop: topsiders, docksiders
CS: by mud
shoes for the dead: ruby sneakers?
gabrieldrm: shoes should know!
Principalpoop: getting cards and letters from people you don't even know?
EWeston: High heeled sneakers, idiocy, or brith control run amuck?
Principalpoop: your mother should know
EWeston: I'll call her down at the pool hall.
gabrieldrm: I put her army boots away years ago.
Principalpoop: it was a hit before your mother was born
shoes for the dead: lowlife sneakers
Principalpoop: and a pinacolada
EWeston: Dunno, my folks were the ones who bought the White album
Principalpoop: oh honey child, how precious
EWeston: To be played on our home entertainment, console
Principalpoop: where is dr woo or dr roberts?
Principalpoop: dig it, split level?
CS: the steely beatles?
Principalpoop: stealing glass
EWeston: Its in the closet, with the Rama Lama Ding Dong
gabrieldrm: My exit is approaching. Antelope Freeway, ho!
shoes for the dead: next to the book of love
||||||||| Dexter Fong tiptoes in around 10:47 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
CS: he zones ziggarauts into brand new zoos
Beet: Dex is here!
Principalpoop: i see paris, I see rome, I see fong
CS: hi dex
EWeston: Tucked in at the Shadow Valley Condoms?
CS: and haunts our cemeterys
Dexter Fong: Hi cat and Happy New Year to all
Principalpoop: who? who wrote the book of love?
EWeston: Come hither conestoga
Beet: Which year is it?
Principalpoop: what year is it? i hope 19 something still
EWeston: Elvis Costello?
CS: lol poop
Principalpoop: aaaabott
CS: they did a flick called God'
CS: They were in a flick called God's Clowns
Principalpoop: we need a new laurel and hardy, abbot and costello..
CS: shot on that mt overlooking portland
CS: they played monks who told jokes all day hoping to make god laugh
shoes for the dead: Mt Hod
CS: premise better than realization
Principalpoop: lol
shoes for the dead: Hood
CS: i should know it from Lathe of Heaven
EWeston: Sounds like a good approach to god
CS: kind of student film, only starring the firesign theatre
CS: i fear that's true of most of their visual work
Principalpoop: don rickles, I kid you, but what is the deal with cancer you asshole you? look, is he laughing?
EWeston: Lotta if only's on their video output
CS: in some interview, they talk about how they just dont work as a visual act
||||||||| Outside, the 10:54 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Chatto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Jack Edwards - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: they are audio geniuses. you can't be that good in more than one medium
||||||||| "I'm going to Public Address System" says Chatto , and leaves.
Principalpoop: it detracts often, look at seals and croft or logans and messina, and then the music
EWeston: To make the visual support the audio full would be a large and challenging thing
CS: although bergman was really into making movies before he got into radio and pp's made his living on stage and in film, not firesign
Principalpoop: some the led zepplin youtubes, video not helpful
DJTween: Bergman was having fun playing with Flash as a medium
CS: i think beyond current technological capacity, ew
shoes for the dead: the best live is the sound effects, tho
CS: inded, bergboy was way into computers
EWeston: And put together by what group of grnius's
Principalpoop: they are all about imagination and using your imagination... if about anything
CS: thouhg most of pp's work is voicework, so more audio
Principalpoop: you like the book or the movie?
CS: true poop
Dexter Fong
CS: and encouraging us to use ours
DJTween: What great radio theatre is all about... the movie is in your head :)
CS: giving us keys to unknown doors
||||||||| Chatto has arrived at the appointed hour of 10:58 PM.
Principalpoop: now you got it, i want a movie hehe
DJTween: Hi Chatto
CS: hello chatto
CS: welcome to chat
Chatto : Live nude radio, nothing like it…
Principalpoop: is that italian for cat? your paisan cs?
CS: if python were only an audio group, would they have become as famous? no
EWeston: Your point Pooper. It would be hard to take it all in, still I can dream of some works that might make it , someday
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Chatto : I think of it more like the Greek is in no cat to speak of
CS: ossman told me ideas for filming dwarf. i suspect they wont happen, unless his cinematic son gets into the project
shoes for the dead: tired here, bye all! Park it and Lock it!!
CS: just premiered his first flick last week
Principalpoop: ciao shoes
DJTween: later, shoes
CS: by shoes
EWeston: Byie shoes
Dexter Fong: Night shoes
Beet: C U Shoes
Principalpoop: i hope he does not move the camera so much, i get dizzy with the new films
Principalpoop: star wars is about my limit
Chatto : when you mention cats and greek, geddy lee comes to mind...
Chatto : shoos
Principalpoop: i was thinking onassis, but ok
CS: take off, to the geddy white north
EWeston: The Tail Of the Giant Rat could be fun, its linear
DJTween: Why only 64k quality on the promo, cease?
Chatto : Not that I know anything about that…
DJTween: Rat could easily be made into video, one could imagine
CS: because that';s what bill wants, tween.
DJTween: OK
CS: i listen and obey
Chatto : Everyone knows the giant rats of Sumatra are shape shifters
CS: maybe that's all the station can handle
Principalpoop: and my knickers, how far will you copy the original?
EWeston: I knew you were going to say that!
DJTween: I can broadcast at 320k stereo from this little lappy :)
Chatto : Rodents of unusual size and strength
EWeston: Socer blue!
CS: i know not why
Principalpoop: dog wants out, I am worn out, everyone take care, ciaooo
Chatto : I've never seen that Turkish towel before in my life
||||||||| Principalpoop hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 11:06 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Beet: So long Poop
EWeston: Poopless again, sigh
CS: only armenian towels?
CS: by poop
Chatto : chow chow chow
CS: are you back from celebrating your new year, dex?
Dexter Fong: I are back Cat
Chatto : The iPad is cruel in this forum
Dexter Fong: Get a proper computer
Chatto : It shippers and shimmies and shakes
Chatto : My house is filled with proper computers
CS: you know about the radio station, dex? tween played an ad i did for my show earlier tonight
Chatto : The bastards too busy being proper
Dexter Fong: Use them
EWeston: It slices, and dices, and grows in the dark?
Dexter Fong: Cat: I *don't* know about it
Chatto : As soon as I can get a decent iPad emulator I will use them all the time
CS: you remember austin telling us about the upcoming firesign theatre radio station, eh? back in may
||||||||| 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 intense demonic possession
||||||||| gabrieldrm - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Kinda Cat
Chatto : I grew up in the Tri-Cities area
Dexter Fong: Syracuse Rochester Ithaca?
Chatto : All those tiny animals getting electrocuted on the fences
EWeston: Excellant work. I'll have to get a copy. A nukie Chatto?
CS: i'll be doing some things for the station. i can use your acting ability. we should talk soonest. can you record yourself at all?
Chatto : Albany Schenectady Troy close!
Dexter Fong: Cat: At the moment, only on cassette
CS: alas
Dexter Fong: and a day
CS: to bad we can't do stuff online. i may not get back to nyc until i'm your current age
||||||||| 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 live 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'
EWeston: Emulsify now! And we'll see youall next week.
Dexter Fong: Night EW
CS: if then
Beet: Thanks Tween. See everyone next week.
CS: by ew
||||||||| EWeston is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:13 PM.
Chatto : The Firesign Theatre have defeated the boundaries of time and space, they are actually in infinity
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Chatto : Ciao ciao ciao
CS: once you're in infinity, it's hard to get out
Chatto : Dominion over synchronicity
Chatto : In zero time boy is it crowded
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
CS: thanks again, tween
Merlyn: tx tween
DJTween: Thanks to to as well, Merlyn :)
CS: oh merl, you're back
DJTween: *to you as well
Chatto : As you were gentlemen, Be thou well
Dexter Fong: Night Chatto]
Chatto : nite!
Merlyn: I've been in and out tonight
CS: by chatto
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:17 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs DJTween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| At 11:17 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
CS: by tween
Merlyn: bye
||||||||| At 11:19 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Dexter Fong: Guess I'm outta here too, thanks Merlyn and see any and all next week at a proper hour
CS: by merl
CS: off we flit
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
||||||||| CS says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, CS exits at 11:19 PM.
||||||||| 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 measles
||||||||| late - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Uh, Clem plummets into the garden at 11:25 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh, Clem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 11:42 PM crosstown bus from Boulder pulls away, leaving Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): I say, this visit will be short. I think I caught something from Flotsam.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Not sure that I have the strength I used to have. As one of my countrymen has said, "I'm not half the man I sued to be!" Or perhaps (in contradistinction to other of my countrymen), perhaps I am DEVO!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Correction pursuant to the above: "I'm not have the man I used to be!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Another mistake! I'm retired!
||||||||| "11:50 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Hemlock Stones (Genuine!), who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Chatto - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Molar - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| Catherwood - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
brewhaha
Catherwood
Chatto
CS
Dexter Fong
Dirk
DJTween
dude
Elayne
EWeston
gabrieldrm
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
MarkTime
Merlyn
MrBreeze
Mudhead
paisley horsey
Peter Mentorme
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stratoblastor
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=rnl-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/img/logo_white.jpg
http://firesigntheatre.com/pressrel/img/logo_white_sm2.jpg
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.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#RNLIVEPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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