A Firesign Chat
09/12/2013




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||||||||| 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 12, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Rufus_T_Firetween disembarks at 8:14 PM.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:14 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving DJTween coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Stlouielou sneaks in around 8:41 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Stlouielou: Hello hipsters!
Stlouielou: Hello Hipsters!
Stlouielou: my chat isn't working..I can't see my own or anyone else?
DJTween: Hello there
Stlouielou: check 1,2
DJTween: You must have java script enabled to use this chat, or else it won't automatically refresh
||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "late should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as late enters and sits on the divan.
DJTween: hi late
late: howdy
DJTween: stream sound OK?
late: y, baba oreilly - cranking it
DJTween: kewl :)
Stlouielou: changed to IE working
DJTween: What browser were you using?
Stlouielou: flock
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Sourmash131 in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi mash
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Dexter Fong bounds in at 8:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hey Dexter
Dexter Fong: Hello Dear FRIENDS
||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:57 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Feathead into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:57 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi EW
DJTween: Hi Feat
EWeston: Hi tweeny, Dex and all the chips a sea.
Feathead: No anchovies?
Dexter Fong: Hiya EW
Dexter Fong: FEAT: Look under your seat
||||||||| mbaron bounds in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi baron
mbaron: heya
EWeston: No anchovies? I spell my name... the way it's spelled
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 12, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Beet', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Beet: Looking forward to classic craziness tonight. Hello all.
DJTween: Hi Beet
EWeston: Where's a policeman when you need one?
Feathead: It's my first time here, so please be gentle.
Dexter Fong: Gentile?
mbaron: thats it!
DJTween: Welcome, Feathead :) Hope you enjoy our little soiree
EWeston: Them's flocking words
Stlouielou: lol
Beet: Hey Tween who's this?
EWeston: Dire straits
late: tis mark knopfler
Beet: Nice
DJTween: Mark Knopffler and James Taylor
mbaron: I like it
EWeston: That's that voice, good stuff
Feathead: Very cool!
DJTween: The album Sailing To Philadelphia is very good. This is the title track
EWeston: Making Movies is fun to play along with
Beet: When did they do it?
Dexter Fong: And who did they do it to?
DJTween: can't look right now, sorry
||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
DJTween: you can google it
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'CS', just granted probation at 9:05 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Feathead: DJ...do you take requests?
DJTween: Hey cease, shoes
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes and hey Cat
shoes for the dead: howdy
Beet: I will
EWeston: Shoe be do be does...
shoes for the dead: hey tween
CS: hi all
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Johnny Fever close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
late: howdy
EWeston: Cease. yow
||||||||| 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 Merlyn plummets into the garden at 9:06 PM.
DJTween: Hi JF
Dexter Fong: Hi Merlyn
Merlyn: hey all
EWeston: Merly made it
Merlyn: how warm is the warm-up music?
CS: merl., are you in touch with anyone re the new radio station?
CS: nothing on facebook
Merlyn: I have no news, cat
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'BluesTraveler', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:08 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
CS: funny and clever. uh, ernie kovacks?
Merlyn: have you tried asking Austin?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Catherwill close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Beet: 26 September 2000 for Sailing to Philadelphia
CS: ok, i spoke with ossman yesterday. he said the station is to happen soon, but didn't seem to know exactly when. i was told by austin that it would happen in june, which obviously didnt happen
Stlouielou: cool
CS: ah, mollie ivins. great writer
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Sourmash131 - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: you know more than I do, cat
BluesTraveler: Love Molly's book about GWB called "Shrub".
shoes for the dead: i turned in my shoes for industry this week and qiut my job
EWeston: She was the one who came up with "Shrub"
CS: i sent my shows to bill on monday. he didnt' seem to be in a hurry to get them
DJTween: She wrote some great and funny books on politics
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Catherwill, and leaves.
CS: i met her pal jim hightower, similar sense of humour about the same things
BluesTraveler: Isn't that a Who song? can't get fooled again. *Scream*
DJTween: Yeah, both Texas populists
shoes for the dead: was she the silver foot in his mouth quoter?
Beet: Anytime we revisit W I get queasy.
||||||||| Catherwill climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 9:13 PM
BluesTraveler: There's a lot of comprarisons now Syria vs. Iraq
CS: they're both in the middle east, somewhere
EWeston: His exsistence is widely disputed today
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” - 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.amazon.com/All-Things-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00008BRBC'
BluesTraveler: The treadmill line still makes me laugh.
shoes for the dead: backpackistan
CS: Morris Sugar?
CS: I should have put this in my Food show
BluesTraveler: This restaurant view is a great example of Firesign's dense comedy writing. packed with content.
CS: indeed, blues
BluesTraveler: Should say "review".
EWeston: Lotta uprisin goin on
BluesTraveler: Great parody of Crossfire which I heard is coming back.
shoes for the dead: give the masses cel phones................
EWeston: Newties on it I think
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “All Things Firesign” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
CS: i was thinking of using this as a background for one of my outros today but it's a bit too repetitive
shoes for the dead: CS, is your radio show streaming?
CS: will be, shoes. dont know when though.
CS: apparently 4 hours a day
BluesTraveler: Operation Tips; by the NSA?
CS: very predictive, blues
CS: proc has been asking fans for their ideas of things firesign as predicted
||||||||| 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 Not Ed plummets into the garden at 9:23 PM.
Beet: I could't believe it when NPR started running these. Their stock went way for me when they did.
Not Ed: I'm Not Ed
Dexter Fong: Hi Nott
BluesTraveler: I think we have/very close to the truck reading the billboards as they pass.
CS: theyve done lots of things for npr. ossman worked for them briefly
EWeston: And he's not Frank
Not Ed: I'm looking for Mr. and Mrs Smith
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mbaron - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: What name did they register under?
shoes for the dead: of anytown?
Not Ed: ummmm Babe I think
Dexter Fong: CALLING Mister and Mrs. Ruth
||||||||| 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 Bunny gets out at 9:25 PM.
EWeston: In the To Busy to be a Homecoming Queen competition?
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
shoes for the dead: ruth is not here
CS: no boy?
BluesTraveler: So you're ruthless, shoes.
Beet: Hey Bunny
CS: we are ruth-less
Dexter Fong: Still at Danger's office?
EWeston: Don't say it!
Bunny: Hey
EWeston: To late..
shoes for the dead: hee hee, EW
CS: orifices are always dangerous
EWeston: I'm still relentless
BluesTraveler: Is "No Jokes ...About America" part of this hunk?
Dexter Fong: An orifice is just a small cave on its sdide
shoes for the dead: you don't observe lent?
Dexter Fong: a small damp cave
DJTween: Cat, can you find that link where Phil asks for examples where FST predicted the future? I can't find it
CS: less and less
shoes for the dead: again?
||||||||| Catherwood leads OldFartAtPlay in through the front door at 9:29 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi OFAP
Dexter Fong: Hey!! Shoes is in two places at once
EWeston: Real time is fine, relenting is still on the no no list.
Beet: Hi Fart
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!
||||||||| At 9:30 PM, Feathead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Stlouielou: lol...this is a good one
Bunny: There are a few shoes I would like to shine back to the stone age but unfortunately they never left the stone age so I can't.
shoes for the dead: thats right!
||||||||| OldFartAtPlay rushes off, saying "9:31 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
EWeston: The French invented the High Heel! For short men.
BluesTraveler: Is that Peter doing the female voice?
Dexter Fong: ...and the germans invented the High Heil
Dexter Fong: for uber men
BluesTraveler: Hi Ho! to Dex
EWeston: I remember seeing them, on high dive platforms everywhere.
Dexter Fong: Mark Schpitzer?
EWeston: Aldolphos Springs to mind
shoes for the dead: doing a perfect iron cross
Bunny: And Evangelists with drug problems High Hell
Stlouielou: I need some of those itch erasers
Dexter Fong: surrounding by a gentle network of marias and donnatelies
shoes for the dead: itchey racers?
EWeston: I still considering the inflatable saxaphones.
Stlouielou: lol
BluesTraveler: There it is! Rev. Barnstormer ranting against reckless humor.
Dexter Fong: Shoes: I tol' dem boys to warsh dem jock straps
EWeston: Someone think of the children!
Dexter Fong: I''ll save the women
shoes for the dead: lets all have safe humor here
BluesTraveler: I felt The No Jokes bit foreshadows the rampant censorship happening in comedy.
DJTween: Th rest of our country _is_ run just like an airport security checkpoint :/
Bunny: I'm afraid some have thought about the children just a little bit too much.
EWeston: Egoist! and to fast for me.
DJTween: *The
Dexter Fong slips a lamskin laugh suppresor over his swollen sense of humor
CS: i checked my facebook and phil's fb page and couldn't find it, tween
CS: but he did request fans to post their ideas of things they predicted, i think yesterday
Dexter Fong: EW" I've set my refresh for 5 seocnds
DJTween: OK, thanks for looking cease
Dexter Fong: seconds
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
EWeston: Show off!
Dexter Fong: afkfr
CS: pp is writing his autobiography and wants memories from fans
shoes for the dead: 5 seconals
EWeston: Well if its drugs your after the ole docter can lend a hand
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Johnny Fever - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: we take drugs seriously in our house
Bunny: nothing like a half baked cleric.
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
EWeston: The cat keeps me on the straight and narrow, and is a good thief, damn it.
BluesTraveler: Why do you think the church bells go bong, bong, bong.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:42 PM and Trailer Park Nudist bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Dexter Fong: uhhh..they don't wanna say bing bing bing
EWeston: The ergot supplies went low?
CS: The Firesign Theatre August 27 Dear Friends - As part of the promotion of my auto-biography in process, I'm writing about the predictive quality of firesign material. I've covered Dwarf, Bozos, Bride, Electrician and a few others, but I'm curious to know what affected you the most? Post it here or on my Facebook page, and I thank you "in advance" if you catch my drift...
shoes for the dead: hi TPN
CS: there it is on the page you just alerted me to, tween
Dexter Fong: Them supplies in stuck in the warehouse up in Rye, NY
||||||||| 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 brewhaha disembarks at 9:44 PM.
EWeston: Must be a union issue
Stlouielou: Art Bell's Paranoid Parade.......
Bunny: Oh good, I was afraid I had missed out on more expounding.
Trailer Park Nudist: Gettin' tired of sitting waiting for geeks to gawk at me..
Dexter Fong: Trailor: Take the towel off it and you might attract a few gawkin
Dexter Fong: geeks
EWeston: Dip yerslef in colors of paint, works for me
CS: ha ha ha?
EWeston: The sounds he makes always seems to bring in the geeks
brewhaha: whats all this brew hha
Bunny: ha ha ha
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:46 PM and late as usual, it's Principalpoop, just back from Elmertown."
shoes for the dead: haha
brewhaha: brew ha ha?
EWeston: Well it's now that brew ha ha, but I digress
Beet: Hi Poop
brewhaha: i'm joe beets
Principalpoop: hey all
Dexter Fong: Hi Poop
DJTween: Hey P
EWeston: Pooper!
Principalpoop: whats what?
BluesTraveler: why can't all wine reviews be this entertaining?
CS: you must be good in borscht, joe
brewhaha: pep pllls! pep pills!
Dexter Fong: Brew(Joe): You're name tag suggests otherwise
shoes for the dead: what do you mean by that?
Dexter Fong: What *do* **you** mean by ***that***
EWeston: I mean in who's movie.
brewhaha: what do you mean by THAT?
Dexter Fong: Noot me, I'm astandin' stock still
shoes for the dead: what do i hear?
CS: that's metaphysically absurd, man
Dexter Fong: ASTRAL SPIRITS
EWeston: And quite Britishly too.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “All Things Firesign” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
Dexter Fong: EW: Quite rightly, Bruce
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:50 PM and late as usual, it's e_ seco, just back from Texas."
CS: did any of you hear the npr election shows the firesign did for npr in 1980?
Bunny: To dang many "Dim Glimmers"
DJTween: Hi seco
CS: tween should play it
Dexter Fong: Cat: I must have heard some if not all of them
EWeston: Bruce Golevttashech to you thrur
CS: quite long and very funny. when the show wasn't renewed, they did their last show saying fuck constantly
Rufus_T_Firetween: CS: did any of you hear the npr election shows the firesign did for npr in 1980? << what's the title?
Dexter Fong: And to your thrur, Sir
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'Elayne', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
DJTween: Hey E
EWeston: We're eatin it everday
Principalpoop: i got no sound, let me change the player, wish me luck Hi E
Beet: Elayne! Hi
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 9:52 PM.
Dexter Fong: Hi E< back stateside?
Elayne: Dex, I have your books for you! I finished reading them whilst on vacay.
||||||||| "9:52 PM? 9:52 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Chabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Chabby enters and sits on the divan.
EWeston: A plucky puce luck ok?
CS: Campaign Chronicles. several hours of them
DJTween: Hi Chabby
Dexter Fong: Goof job, Ealayne
CS: pooperooony
Dexter Fong: Good
Elayne: Been back about a week, just getting my circadian rhythms back.
DJTween: ** Any takers for a Skype interview??
CS: hi el. good to have you back on this side of the pond
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DonaLyn in through the front door at 9:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: HI DL
Elayne: I want to hear EWeston on Skype!@
DJTween: How about it, EW?
Elayne: Any Silly Site suggestions for the evening?
CS: el, i talked to ossman yesterday and he said the radio station would launch soon so you can hear yourself babble on it twice a day for a week
EWeston: I thinking about going the cell phone population. Any advice on a carrier
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Trailer Park Nudist - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: UPS>
Elayne: Oh good lord Cat, everyone's been waiting for Elayne's Babylon, I supect. By which I mean, nobody.
DJTween: heheh Dex
DonaLyn: Hi, how are you?
EWeston: Besides the obvious?
CS: it was 3:00 AM so you may have been asleep when you were on the air
DJTween: Catherwood, please get DonaLyn a blue moss
||||||||| Catherwood gets donalyn a blue moss.
CS: ossman, austin and bill have asked me to promote the show, but i have no talent for such things
shoes for the dead: or typhoid Mary
Elayne: EWeston, I've been pleased with Virgin Mobile. Monthly billing (no contract necessary), you have to buy your phone up front but the monthly charges are pretty low.
CS: i think phones are cheaper in your country, el
Elayne: Robin pays $30/month for his iPhone, and I pay $35/month.
DJTween: I use TracFone because it's pay-as-you-go
CS: most things are
Elayne: Not so's you'd notice, Cat.
Beet: What's a democrat?
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shoes for the dead: what about that BC weed, CS?
CS: i have to get an e-reader because my writings are appearingin e-bboks which i'm unable to read. i'm thinking, maybe a phablet?
Bunny: Depends on whether you travel or not. That makes all the difference. Verizon has the best coverage and has coverage out of the country. AT&T has best over all international coverage but not as good in US as Verizon, look at one of those coverage maps.
Dexter Fong: You watched LETTERMan last night, SHOES?
CS: what about it, shoes?
shoes for the dead: no, Dex
DJTween: Good to know, Bunny
||||||||| 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 Principalpoop falls out at 9:58 PM.
Elayne: Well, our phones aren't SIM-loaded, so we can't use them out of the country.
EWeston: Thanks Elyane I'll see about getting skype cappable soon then.
shoes for the dead: cheaper?
Principalpoop: back, untouched as yet by the hand of man hehe
DJTween: Yes, please do EW
EWeston: What about this prothesis?
DJTween: hard to beat a free long distance service
CS: you can download it in a few minutes, ew
Beet: NPR wouldn't play Pass The Indian
DJTween: especially when it's video-capable
CS: yes beet
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
CS: the lads have been fired for many such breaches of "good taste"
Principalpoop: careful eweston
DJTween: NPR said it was 'incomprehensible'
Principalpoop: and the problem was?
shoes for the dead: wasn't it on the fundraiser vid, Beet?
Bunny: NPR is regressing like Missouri
CS: this is from a wonderful show called A Shadow Moves Upon the Land, a half hour collage from their Mushroom plays in 67
EWeston: Why it wasn't doin nuffin
Stlouielou: lol
CS: no, npr didnt want to agitate the racists who fund them
Principalpoop: the show me state, show me
Stlouielou: Hey we reseble that regressing remark
BluesTraveler: It's not just NPR bunny. Seems like many outlets shy away from edgy comedy.
CS: Shadow is my favourite Firesign piece. I hope they release it eventually. this is such a minor component of it
CS: dont want to scare sponsors, blues
EWeston: Solid liqiud, gas , or plasma?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** http://www.firesigntheatre.com/npr/ - check about 3/4 down the page for the Pass The Indian business
shoes for the dead: no, just confusion, EW
Bunny: No political incorrectness allowed, in the state of Bland.
Rufus_T_Firetween: heheh
Dexter Fong: Hey Rufus: How come DJ makes you do all the scut work?
Elayne: Must go, I'm tapped out for the night. Next week, all.
||||||||| At 10:04 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
BluesTraveler: How could NPR call Pass the Indian incomprehensible. It's in English, ain't it?
Principalpoop: nighty e
Dexter Fong: Elayne just atpped out
Rufus_T_Firetween: I'm just Tweeny's lowly assistant
CS: when this chat started in 1995, there was a chatter named Ben Bland.
CS: by el
Dexter Fong: I hope it wasn't a standing choke hold
EWeston: Strange Matter State has gone online I seem to hear
shoes for the dead: and if people liked it, they'd have to play it every year
Principalpoop: nemesis
Bunny: Ben Bland a silent cousin of Rand, if he told us what he was thinking...if he ever was?? Tell me more,
EWeston: Extro, or Intro Nemesis?
Principalpoop: auto
BluesTraveler: Distant relative of Bobby Blues Bland?
EWeston: Outrageous clips on that auto
Dexter Fong: DON"T BE AFRAID OF YOUR NEMESIS sorry) nemesis is sisemen backwards
DJTween: ** Last call for Skype chatters
Principalpoop: otto nemesis, played in the missouri blues quartet
Bunny: He had to correct his name to make it proper? Was it originally Bent Bland
Dexter Fong: Hey DJ" You need an 1 800 number
DJTween: So P, maybe we can get you to Skype in next week?
shoes for the dead: oto is otto backwards
EWeston: Walked with a lisp, talked with a limp?
Principalpoop: give me a boilermaker,
BluesTraveler: MO Blues became a sextet and changed their name to the St. Louis Blues.
Principalpoop: hehe he said sextet hehe
CS: A New Yorker I think, Elayne might know him. He sent me the interview with her and Ossman I'm playing on my show
Merlyn: that bit about smoking illegal everywhere except Minnesota is a reference to something I sent Proctor -- bars in MN got around it by making all the patrons ad lib actors, since actors could still smoke in stage productions
Stlouielou: that spot in the east Simba is East St. Louis...you should NEVER go there
Dexter Fong: talked with a *gimp*
EWeston: We have a steam generator artifiser
CS: good work, merl
Principalpoop: wow M, super idea
DJTween: Interesting, Merlyn
DJTween: nice bit of FST trivia
CS: we can all pretend to need medical marijuana too
Merlyn: but the bars lost: http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2008/03/16/ban
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| brewhaha - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| e_ seco - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Chabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: galcoma medicine
Principalpoop: rats
Dexter Fong: You you should see my gimp
DJTween could definitely use some herbal therapy
Bunny: It was a valiant effort.
EWeston: Can he do tricks?
shoes for the dead: drunks are bad actors
BluesTraveler: you mean valium effort? bunny.
Stlouielou: and they can't smoke worth a sh!t
Dexter Fong: but good actors can be good drunks
Principalpoop: bar flys are generally acceptable character actors hehe
CS: I read a bio of my favourite musician, Vince Guaraldi, recently. Apparenly he was an Olypic calliber stoner
CS: A Jazz musician smoked dope? I'm amazed
DJTween: imagine
Stlouielou: I don't keep up with Italin guitar pickers
BluesTraveler: Another end around law. In a caribbean island, it's illegal to SELL a hallucinogenic plant, so they give it away.
Bunny: They couldn't smoke so they just became Oxy morons.
shoes for the dead: so was Louie Armstrong, but he always had bunk weed,
CS: San Francisco pianinst, St. Wrote the Peanuts Tv music and much other great stuff
||||||||| Mista Bumpy steals in around 10:13 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: brubeck must have been high
shoes for the dead: the band would say save that for you, smoke this with us
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
CS: I got my name from Louis Armstrong. A friend of mine who knew him said he was more into coke, but dope was cheaper
Dexter Fong: Rufus did it, not you DJ
Principalpoop: about that rash mista bumpy...
BluesTraveler: Thanks for the fun links. I'll try to join next week.
Dexter Fong: No you won't , you'll make Rufus do it
EWeston: The rabbit died?
CS: It's just a join/t away, blues
DJTween: Hope to see you next time :)
shoes for the dead: Brubeck was a jinkie
Mista Bumpy: What rash? Who's been talking ??!
EWeston: Bye Bye Blues
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Nick Danger in “SHACK OUT ON THE ALIEN HIGHWAY” - 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/fithboxofdac.html'
shoes for the dead: junkie
Principalpoop: i like fiends, we need more
CS: Merl, is there a long piece of this music somewhere on the XM shows?
CS: I'm looking for background music
Dexter Fong: Fiendishly clever, Poop
EWeston: S'ok a lotta rash people around here
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/
Stlouielou: hash people for sure
CS: music minus talk
shoes for the dead: damn poison ivy...
Mista Bumpy: talk minus words.
Principalpoop: i recall with fondness some lebanese hashish I had, heck it is 35 years ago now
CS: sounds like memorable hash
shoes for the dead: i had that then too, Poop
Principalpoop: good stuff, not too strong, but wow
EWeston: Anyone else ever run across canned hash from Canada?
Mista Bumpy: Lebanese Black we called it... not too colorful, but, Oh My.... from the Bekka Valley, I believe,,,
shoes for the dead: with the stamp on the bag
Bunny: Hope you smoked it, it probably wouldn't be good any more.
Principalpoop: kroger makes corn beef now, it is not bad, and a dollar less than hormel lol
Bunny: Canned hash? It doesn't smoke but goes well with eggs.
CS: i hope i live long enough to find cans of hash in the local grocery store, withoujt having to move to seattle
EWeston: No it was the smokable type, Mid 70's
Principalpoop: this was green, a square as big as your thumbnail, sliced off slivers..
Bunny: Only if it comes in sardine cans and you can slowly roll the lid back.
Dexter Fong: jRoll the lid back and pass the doobie to the left
CS: the first pm Trudeau got a lot of young people to vote for him by promising to decriminalize dope in late 60s
EWeston: I don't remember details, other than it was the strongest stuff I ever inhaled
CS: still illegal, 45 years later
Principalpoop: there was some that came in flat sheets, not as good, called it soylent hash green
Rufus_T_Firetween: Did he actually make an effort, cease?
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol P
shoes for the dead: i'll ask my friend if he still has pics of the bags we had, Poop
Bunny: You always rolled the lid in those days.
Catherwill: Lebanbese Black was lump stuff -- the glassine with the stamp on it was a fine green kif.
CS: dontg know if nixon promised war or not. i know the yanks were not happy about that
Principalpoop: opium in hot water, i recall the guy telling me it has hit my throat, wait until it gets to the stomach...
CS: a lot of opium humour on box of danger. the guys must have been into it
Bunny: Yeah with the gold stamp,
Principalpoop: I never saw it that early in the supply chain I guess lol
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod
Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufus
Bunny: Back from the shadows, again.
CS: those shadows are scary
Principalpoop: only found it that once, if I had it often, maybe it would not be such a strong memory
Dexter Fong: But not Bunny
shoes for the dead: got a little local kif a while back, Good!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DonaLyn - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i recall saying seriously that weed will get you through times of no money, but money won't....
EWeston: Shadow puppets can be fullfilled, Look, The deformed rabbit!
Dexter Fong: And now!! The well informed rabbit
Stlouielou: Back had ebay to tend to
Principalpoop: sold off your old playboy collection yet?
EWeston: Now Roger Rabbit's wife will do a fashion show
DJTween: Hey Mista Bumpy, glad to have someone from the Sandwich Islands here. We were all starting to get hungry
Principalpoop: is that jessica?
Bunny: Echo in your voice, tracers maybe?
Bunny: Memory of the old days, yes.
EWeston: Jessica yup now in contract talks with Victoria's Secret
Principalpoop: windmills, like the cobweb corners of my mind
Bunny: Felt pretty old yesterday....and I still remember it.
shoes for the dead: mammories of the old flames
Stlouielou: albums not playboys
Principalpoop: yesterday? all my troubles seemed so far away hehe
EWeston: Stop him before he Carpenters!
Catherwill: The Raymond Burr
Principalpoop: shifting vinyl? is it coming back I hear
DJTween: lol
Stlouielou: I've sold more lp's this years than the 10 previous years that's a fact
Stlouielou: low cost usb turntables I blame
Principalpoop: If I had a hammer, I'd hammer in the evening
EWeston: So my albums have more support gear? Gutt!
DJTween: This is from the XM series, isn't it?
Merlyn: heh heh!
DJTween: has to be
Merlyn: THAT was a reference to the start of Electrician being chopped off in the initial release
CS: dope will get you thru times of no money is originally from the fabulous furry freak bros. quoted at the end of firesign radio show
Bunny: Nothing like a bare naked logger.
shoes for the dead: record eaters, St
CS: stlou, are you a musician?
Dexter Fong: Hey Rufus, yah got competition on the research side
Merlyn: http://firesigntheatre.com/media/html/wfte_bad.html
EWeston: Will Fat Freddy's cat ever escape?
Principalpoop: i did not claim creating it, I remember saying it with full faith and trust in the truth of it lol
Stlouielou: I could care less if they eat 'em....as long as they buy 'em
CS: escape what?
Stlouielou: Perhaps a muscian
EWeston: Fat Freddy
Dexter Fong: escaping the Musician
Merlyn: Austin couldn't make it to the studio for some reason
Dexter Fong: or someone in tune with him
CS: my wife and i did a productoin of fat freddy's cat saves the world from the chariot of the globs. i should stick it on my homepage or something
Merlyn: XM radio hated the way they kept referring to "degraded audio"
Stlouielou: ...or someone like him
Principalpoop: wow M
Bunny: Had one threaten me once, when I started singing, I'm a lumberjack...must have hit a little too close to home.
CS: i can see why, merl
EWeston: It was a running subplot in the cartoon. The cat would escape while the Bros traveled
Principalpoop: lol bunny
Stlouielou: tuning's for sissies Mr. Fong...lol
Bunny: Service ranch? Oh yeah I think Cheney shot his friend there.
Dexter Fong: and untuned isfor nemesissies
Principalpoop: Robert Service, poems from alaska
Stlouielou: lol....tune it or die!
Dexter Fong: 440 eh? canadian style
Stlouielou: I had a haircut once....didn't care for it
shoes for the dead: robot cervix
Principalpoop: is that from lack of bread, like the grateful dead?
Merlyn: I was surprised Peter punted "cherchez la femme"
CS: my wife cuts my hair once a year. that's enough
Principalpoop: i have a lot of near, quoting the cowsills here
Stlouielou: we got them sissors from the sears & robucks
Principalpoop: nerve even
CS: even peter punts sometime, merl
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'humbleking', just granted probation at 10:38 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: whether it needs it or not, eh cease?
DJTween: Hi humble
Principalpoop: the humble pie king
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod
CS: hair is getting thinner and scarcer and it's needed in winters here
Stlouielou: he doesn't need any doctor I hear?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
CS: yes i have to plug this on my show, tween.
humbleking: regards kamerads!
EWeston: I had a haircut in the mid eighties, I looked too normal.
CS: put more firebucks into firepockets
Stlouielou: haircuts=overated
Bunny: I'll be back.
Catherwill: and overpriced too, StL
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: macarthur or terminator imitation?
Beet: No haircuts or shaves since '96
CS: with piss?
Stlouielou: wtfg!
CS: i stopped shaving when nixon became president of your country, which thankfully i no longer lived in
EWeston: Investor intern normal
Dexter Fong: Thanks for the situation report EW
EWeston: Must be a time warp, Bang Bang!
shoes for the dead: this isn't a secure site, EW
Beet: It's nice to know there are other beards among us.
Principalpoop: carp, a time carp
Stlouielou: no site is secure these days
shoes for the dead: mine since 82, Beet
EWeston: Then I feel right at home
shoes for the dead: insecure?
CS: i'm sure this chat is being monitored by someone who is not a firesign fan
Stlouielou: I shave...but haircts...you can have 'em
CS: the lads were considered america's greatest threat by hoover
Beet: Hello to the NSA guy monitoring tonight. Everybody needs a job.
Principalpoop: checking to see if we are upset about michael hastings
Stlouielou: firngerprint file...got me down
EWeston: Parasecure, a long term motorcyclist
shoes for the dead: the nsa thinks we are talking in code
Principalpoop: meet me in the elbow room
CS: maybe they're right, shoes
Stlouielou: we aren't?
Beet: I've got a code in my nose.
Rufus_T_Firetween: CS: the lads were considered america's greatest threat by hoover << Shirley you jest. A bad influence on The Youth?
Dexter Fong: It's the size of an English schoolboy!!
shoes for the dead: and we Are subversive....
Rufus_T_Firetween: I can believe that the FBI had files on them
Principalpoop: as well they were, are
Rufus_T_Firetween: as they did on many rock musicians
EWeston: I like to chew on a good rebus now and then
Rufus_T_Firetween: True, Shoes ;)
Stlouielou: indeed
Principalpoop: a bunch of preverts
EWeston: Lives there a man without a serious kink?
Dexter Fong: Hey TWEEN: Those books I sent you have a lot of the Hoove in 'em and who he was listening to and who he was in bed with..figuratively that is
shoes for the dead: preverbs
EWeston: Prebiotic
Rufus_T_Firetween: Really need to get back to doing some reading. Thanks Dex :)
Catherwill: adverbs
Principalpoop: i have not met anyone without a kink
shoes for the dead: proverbs
CS: from the Duke of Madness Motors interview with Bill McIntyre: Firesign was listen as the number one subverise gourp in the us, on j edgar's list.
Stlouielou: I read a book once.....
EWeston: You gonna conjugate?
Dexter Fong: rUFUS: jUST DON'T LET dj GET A HOLD OF EM, HE'S BEEN SITTING ON THEM FOR MONTHS
Catherwill: antebiotic
CS: listed
CS: they must still be on the list somewhere
Dexter Fong: WOW, REALLYstuck in caps lockland
EWeston: Auntidisipline
Principalpoop: gil scott heron must have been high on the list too
DJTween: lol Dex
Beet: Every horoscope has kinks built in. No one escapes.
CS: old enemies are never delisted
Stlouielou: we print band posters at kink-o's
shoes for the dead: uncle Ian
Dexter Fong: ..and frenemys are reborn as emmafries
CS: o, o, opium gum
Stlouielou: mmmmmm freedom fries
DJTween: The so-called supporting cast, trying to annoy me - lol
DJTween: I can believe that about Gil Scott Heron. I have one of his more militant albums
EWeston: Who could eat Emmofries?
Beet: He said stfu
CS: livin in the bottle, no longer among the living
CS: that heron was on the enemies list? that he was a crackhead? that he was a great song writer? wont dont you believe
shoes for the dead: Gil had a mission
Principalpoop: the revolution was not televised, it fizzled out
CS: what
Dexter Fong: The revolution just shifted platforms
Principalpoop: shhhh fong, let them think it is over
EWeston: Better than being conseated, and not having a well rounded personality
Dexter Fong: try www.radio revolution now.com
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bunny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Catherwill: It is oiver Pooper -- it was a wave that broke somewhere west of Las Vegas and receded.
EWeston: But the rat LIVED!
Dexter Fong: EW: I've been con seated but never unseated
Principalpoop: you are right, a new wave is gathering
Dexter Fong: Grab your boards and boogies
EWeston: I have certain pictures, of someones sanitary pedistule
CS: broads and brewskies?
Principalpoop: i like picking my seat as I walk into the movie theater
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nabby inside, makes a note of the time (10:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Nabby
CS: better than picketing your seat
Dexter Fong: And I have phoecopies of your records as a pedeophile
DJTween: you missed the show :/
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
shoes for the dead: people see you doing that, Poop
Nabby: Hey DJT
Principalpoop: and my sister is a thespian, performs for a paying audience
DJTween: kinky
Dexter Fong: friedman
EWeston: Those photocopies were alterred...and pickled. Never aceptable in the home court of law.
Catherwill: Some states allow thespians to marry legally.
Dexter Fong: EW: But emminently acceptable in the court of Gossip Opinion
CS: is this your pickel?
Principalpoop: culture has outmoded some jokes
DJTween: That's ungodly, Catherwill
Dexter Fong: HeyEW: How long yah been a secret kardashian
Nabby: missed the shew?
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Principalpoop: still on, click above
EWeston: A most serious and morbid court, fer shure.
Dexter Fong: nabby, and the taming of the schrew
DJTween: Join us earlier, next time :)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: EW: but really emptyheaded
Nabby: Oh I see what you mean. Ya I know. I just stopped by to see who's here.
EWeston: I've been out of the Kardashian closet for years, too tacky
Principalpoop: who is here?
CS: we are, nabby
Stlouielou: here
Nabby: The shaming of two shoes?
Dexter Fong: Poop: TOp of the screen, any one who isn''t graying out
EWeston: Now hold it over there!
shoes for the dead: hear hear
Beet: what does "here" mean?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Even the ones who are greying out are still here ;)
Dexter Fong: What??
Principalpoop: oh thanks, but it keeps shifting, shifty folks
Dexter Fong: I can't here you
Nabby: Am I still in this scene?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Just means they haven't posted in a while
EWeston: Cogneeto ergo Buffaloe chippie
Stlouielou: as we say in the lou,,,hur hur
||||||||| 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'
Beet: we can't talk in here
Principalpoop: the seldom scene, walking in rhythm
EWeston: Why am I grasping this policeman's hat?
shoes for the dead: what what?
Principalpoop: moving in style
Stlouielou: we drive down hiyway farty far
EWeston: Ampere Watt?
Stlouielou: and eat park chops
shoes for the dead: ohm shanti
Dexter Fong: Watt's the 'olmes?
Nabby: I love park pork
Beet: Ankor Watt?
Nabby: Wait a minute....
Principalpoop: tube steaks for the young bucks
Stlouielou: noone makes like mama
CS: Allan Watts for no one
EWeston: Ohm Watt Amp? toss him some electro kibble
Principalpoop: allen funk spies on everyone
Stlouielou: hari rama Ohm Watt Amp
EWeston: But can he understand it?
Nabby: i got some of that alien funk on me once
Principalpoop: ratfink r a t f i n k
CS: i hope you were able to wash it off
Nabby: Itches...spotts
EWeston: Chuck out time, See you...others, another time.
Principalpoop: ciao bebe
Dexter Fong: Night EW
Nabby: Adios amigos!
Stlouielou: peace
Beet: Great session tonight. Thanks Tween. 'Bye all.
||||||||| EWeston departs at 11:06 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Principalpoop: that is it?
Dexter Fong: Night Rufus, chin up guy
Principalpoop: thank you tween
CS: by dj
DJTween: yw all :)
shoes for the dead: going fishing in Min, see ya in 2 weeks
Catherwill: Ciao.
Principalpoop: good luck fishing
Dexter Fong: Thanks so much. rufus, and of course DK
Stlouielou: they sell fish at safeway here
shoes for the dead: Not Responsible!!!!
CS: hope you catch the Max, shoes
Stlouielou: you can trust the gorton's fisherman
Principalpoop: just take the shoes and walk away
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "11:09 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: 90 yesterday and they say it will be in the 40s tomorrow night
CS: yeah i better go eat before starvation overwhelms me
Principalpoop: bon ap
||||||||| At 11:10 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| "11:10 PM? I'm late!" exclaims CS, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
Principalpoop: i guess that is the bus, best for all, ciaoo
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves to catch the 11:10 PM train to Funfun Town.
Dexter Fong: And next week seems about right for another go at this
Merlyn: hey, sees ya lata
||||||||| "Hey Merlyn!" ... Merlyn turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:11 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Catherwill - dead from the common cold
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| MoInferno tiptoes in around 11:35 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| humbleking - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MoInferno - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:22 AM and freonHuffingFluffer steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| freonHuffingFluffer - dead from jaundice
||||||||| 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
BluesTraveler
brewhaha
Bunny
Catherwill
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
DonaLyn
Elayne
EWeston
Feathead
humbleking
late
mbaron
Merlyn
Mista Bumpy
Nabby
Not Ed
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
Trailer Park Nudist
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/html/wfte_bad.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/indexx.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithboxofdac.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://minnesota.publicradio.org/display/web/2008/03/16/ban
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.amazon.com/All-Things-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00008BRBC
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/npr/
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.radiofreeoz.com/
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