A Firesign Chat
09/26/2013




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Special appearance by
firesignphil

||||||||| 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 26, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "7:14 PM and late as usual, it's Ruthless, just back from Georgia."
||||||||| It's 7:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ruthless - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and pipes up "Presenting 'DJTween', just granted probation at 8:20 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood leads dude inside, makes a note of the time (8:21 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi dude
DJTween: Just getting set up for the show
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:23 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Merlyn', just granted probation at 8:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Merlyn: hey tween
Merlyn: Waiting For Proctor Or Someone Like Him
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
DJTween: yes indeed
DJTween: just about to make the FB announcement
DJTween: sure wish I could do it on Twitter as well
Merlyn: ok
Merlyn: I can't do it or I would
DJTween: thanks anyway
Merlyn: but I don't know that they tweet much anyway
||||||||| Outside, the 8:38 PM bus from Georgia pulls away, leaving Ruthless coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: does this mean we're ruthless, or not?
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: From what I can tell, you're right. Not many Tweets from that account. There are hundreds of people subscribed though. No reason not to take advantage
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'dude', just granted probation at 8:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
dude: Bone this!! Old man...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mudhead in through the front door at 8:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hey Muddy
||||||||| 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 squeeze_the_wheeze falls out at 8:44 PM.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:45 PM and late as usual, it's late, just back from Billville."
DJTween: Hi Wheeze
DJTween: Hi Late
late: howdy
||||||||| 8:46 PM: Steve jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Mudhead: hi all
DJTween: Hi steve
DJTween: or is that agnes morehead?
||||||||| 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)'
squeeze_the_wheeze: Hi ya'll sorry i misse the action last week
Merlyn: he's got muscles in his ear
DJTween: Well, luckily for you Mr. Proctor will be joining us in the chat for the first 1/2 hour of the show :)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:48 PM and Sport sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi Sport
Mudhead: sashaying?
Steve: Howdy everybody.
Mudhead: hi Steve
late: howdy
||||||||| 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 dotter falls out at 8:49 PM.
DJTween: Hi dotter
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Captain Equinox in through the front door at 8:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
dotter: Hi everyone.
DJTween: Hi Captain
Captain Equinox: Howdy All, you like the beginning of Autumn I brought you?
dotter: ouch
Merlyn: pretty nice EQ
Captain Equinox: No charge for my Firefriends.
dotter: Thank you, it's quite colorful, if a little chilly
Merlyn: I heard you work a 12-hour day
Captain Equinox: I meant to do that.
Sport: Well, how does it go?
Mudhead: I'm lovin it Capt
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'bob', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
dotter: it goes like this:
DJTween: Hi bob
DJTween: ** Phil Proctor will only be here for a short while tonight, so please have any questions you’d like to ask him ready
Captain Equinox: I work a six month cycle.
Sport: Nice to be here. Nice to be anywhere!
DJTween: How big are the wheels, Captain?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nimmie into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:53 PM, then departs.
Captain Equinox: Oh, VERY big
DJTween: Hi Nimmie
dotter: Now, don't brag about your wheels!
DJTween: must be, if it's a 6 month cycle ;)
Nimmie: hello
Captain Equinox: Shall I throw a toewl over them?
dotter: hi nimmie
Merlyn: and not the porridge bird question
Captain Equinox: *towel*
late: nice vid for 'give us a break' release posted earlier
Nimmie: Wow, I'm back in the late 1980s here!
Nimmie: I haven't been in a chat room like this in decades.
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ruthless - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
late: electric co!
dotter: I wonder where Ruth is?
Mudhead: what am I listening to?
||||||||| 8:55 PM: wunderpants jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: Th is U2 Live
dotter: Howdy, Wunderpants
DJTween: last song was Talking Heads, and before that Tangerine Dream
DJTween: Hi wunder
Steve: That's metaphysically absurd...how can I know what YOU hear?
wunderpants: Hello dere, dotter!
DJTween: heheh
late: what was the tangerine dream song title? that was nice
Merlyn: it tasted like tangerines
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Not Ed close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:57 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
late: 2,3,4
Sport: I met Phil (finally) in May when he and Melinda were in KC for the Hear Now fest. I was their chauffeur!
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:58 PM, dragging firesignphil by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
DJTween: The warm-up music tonight 1) Electric Lion, 2) Electric Guitar, 3) The Electric Co. and 4) Electric Los Angeles Sunset
DJTween: Hi Phil!
Mudhead: I can!
Mudhead: Hiya Phil
firesignphil: Rocky Proctor hear...
late: nice theme, thanks
DJTween: Tonight's fare is of course, Waiting For The Electrician :)
late: damn, got me there
||||||||| CS enters at 8:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Steve: My favorite album...
DJTween: Hey cease
CS: wow. rocky's back!
Mudhead: Bambi sends regrets, wanted to get you high, or say hi, I cant remember. Im so high
firesignphil: Waiting for the ELECTION is more to the point...
CS: sounds like your neighbour stallone's new flick
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong in through the front door at 8:59 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with bix313 close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
DJTween: Papoon?
Sport: Throw the bums out!
Captain Equinox: Greetings Phil, from Evanston Il
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, September 26, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTween: ** Phil Proctor will only be here for a short while tonight, so please have any questions you’d like to ask him ready
firesignphil: I have about 20 minutes to waste and then I'm rehearsing for a L. Ron Hubbard story prrsentation ths Saturday evening
DJTween: Hey Dexter
Merlyn: Hey Phil, Brian Westley here...
DJTween: Hi bix313
Mudhead: Why does the porridge bird lay its egg in the air?
firesignphil: Dexter is dead.
CS: nice to think we're waste worthy
Merlyn: oh, at that same theater?
||||||||| Stan sneaks in around 9:00 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
firesignphil: Hi dear friends...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:01 PM, dragging owitzer by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and shoes for the dead bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
bix313: Why DOES the Porridge Bird lay its eggs in the air?
Captain Equinox: An ElRonner?
dotter: Just a statement: Firesign Theater changed my life (for the better) back in the 70's . Thank you!
DJTween: Yes, but he lives on in streereo hi-fi
DJTween: Hi owitzer, shoes
firesignphil: Yes, the Golden Age Theatre in Hollow - wood
Dexter Fong: Hey, I'm not dead....I'm just old
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Principalpoop inside, makes a note of the time (9:01 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
dotter: Whatever happened to Mono?
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTween: Hey P
Captain Equinox: had mono twice
Dexter Fong: Hi cat, Phil P, Mudhead!! poop et al
CS: you're not even old dex. you just play old on paper
Principalpoop: eveening
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'greenmac', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:02 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
firesignphil: Hi, Cat
Sport: My question- What does Siri know about the porridge bird?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hacky in through the front door at 9:02 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi green
Not Ed: Hey, Happy Hamberger
Mudhead: welcome Dex et al
DJTween: Hi Hacky
CS: HI Phil. I'm CS here, used to be cease, as in c. simril
Hacky: Hello, seekers!
Principalpoop: also known as Nancy
greenmac: Hey
Captain Equinox: Charlie Mayer from Evanston Il here
Mudhead: CS, you'll always be Cat to me
firesignphil: Siri gives you the bird b/c Steve Jobs was a major Firehead and was inspired by BOZOS
Principalpoop: i know this voice, don't know the song
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Carmievg close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:03 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
shoes for the dead: hi poop
dotter: I'll just dodder around.....
Merlyn: Here are the upcoming shows at the golden age theatre: http://www.goldenagetheater.com/shows/
Steve: I didn't discover F.T until my former English teacher introduced me to in in the late 80's. The greatest American Comedy group. Just want to Thank Phil and company for making my life a little brighter.
dotter: Al Stewart, I believe
Sport: Thank you, kind sir.
firesignphil: I know this b/c when I met him after he bought Pixar, he said he was a big fan...
Principalpoop: hey shoes and you look good in red Phil
Captain Equinox: honk honk
Merlyn: neat, phil
late: should i inflate my shoes now?
Principalpoop: yet dotter, that is it
Carmievg: Testes one two.. testes one two...
firesignphil: I don't think the first part of my SIRI answer came through...
CS: he obviously had good taste, phil
Carmievg: IT works! And to think all I had to do was put the balls on the other side...
greenmac: If riding a bike downhill and the rear wheel fell off..how many panckes could you fit in an elephants ear?
firesignphil: Jobs was a FIREHEAD and was inspired by BOZOS
Principalpoop: you have balls carvievg
Sport: I've never gooten her to respond, even though I ask the question. She doesn't like me much.
firesignphil: She responds to me as Uh-Clem...
Captain Equinox: me too
Merlyn: yep, that made it through phil, it just probably scrolled off because so many people are typing
CS: We're all inspired by Bozos, or should be.
Carmievg: the answer to Greenmacs question is half of them.
Principalpoop: hehe phil K3WL
firesignphil: You have to say "THIS IS WORKER SPEAKING. HELLO"
CS: sounds like Simon Says
Sport: Not wanting to waste ANYONE's time, I remain Tim Osburn from KC. Good day to all!
Principalpoop: What do you think about American Girls Mister Phil?
Merlyn: then make your pants disappear
Carmievg: Open for maintenance alignment.
greenmac: no
firesignphil: She answers: Hellp Ahclem. You can't shut me down that easily.
shoes for the dead: i put the Bozos bumpersticker on my 51 short bus
Principalpoop: you left out the F, KFC
Carmievg: Twice as many as you have, Greenmac??
greenmac: No...
late: well, they do rid us of those pesky birds
firesignphil: Those US girls really knock me out -- Nick Danger
Carmievg: The only other plausible answer would be an integer between one and the other.
Principalpoop: exactly, yowzah
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'regnad_kcin', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:07 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
firesignphil: Looking forward to my Ralph Spoilsport shirt, Tim...
greenmac: no..no..no
Carmievg: Do you have an answer?
Mudhead: Phil, thank you for the years of laughs and entertainment. Mark Ribchinsky New London CT
firesignphil: Plain as the nose on your face...
Sport: It's on the way! And thanks for the answer. I guess Siri kinda likes me!
firesignphil: What happened to your nose?
greenmac: It is...or..It is?
Principalpoop: I just returned from Rome
firesignphil: Thanks, Mudhead.
Merlyn: I've just returned from Rome
regnad_kcin: .tnemniatretne fo sruoh ynam ynam rof uoy knaht yas ot evah tsuj - lihP SF
shoes for the dead: it's here in my hand
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN OR SOMEONE LIKE HIM” - 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/firtheatwait.html'
bix313: Phil: I skipped a day of High School in 1973 to watch you and Peter live on a midday talk show in D.C. You guys signed my albums and treated me like a (misguided) adult for which I remain grateful.
Carmievg: As I suspected it would be.. *nods in agreement.*
Dexter Fong: I've just returned from Rhinoplasty
Principalpoop: 1973? huh?
firesignphil: I'm having cataract surgery on Monday!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “WAITING FOR THE ELECTRICIAN OR SOMEONE LIKE HIM” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln
greenmac: Now everyone knows
Merlyn: hope it goes well, phil
shoes for the dead: i thought Rhino was vinyl
Captain Equinox: What about the Rincoln?
DJTween: Does the cat know, Phil?
firesignphil: What did you type? I haven't had it yet...
Principalpoop: no big deal phil, they have been doing that surgery for thousands of years
Sport: My Jane says it's no problem, doesn't hurt a bit.
Carmievg: But nobody knows how.
CS: i hope its as successful as my mother's catact operaiton was a couple of years ago. did wonders for her eyes
DJTween: Hope it goes smoothly, Phil :)
Principalpoop: i know dozens who had it, none had any problems
Dexter Fong: ATTN: Regned: When you log in with a backwards name, everything you type will be reversed
Captain Equinox: Seriously, good luck!
firesignphil: Thanks all...
greenmac: How
DJTween: My Mom too. Was a huge improvement
Sport: You mean Siriously, don't you?
late: sorry to hear that Phil, hope things go well and you get back to better vision
Carmievg: And a fine "how do you do" to you too!
wunderpants: I never had a Cataract, I only drive Rincolns
Principalpoop: the idea of cutting my eyes does thing clench hehe
firesignphil: Melinda thought it would be a good idea before we go to Australia and New Zealand in mid October. Which is mid June, down there...
DJTween: groan, wonder
Principalpoop: make things even
regnad_kcin: .ton ro desrever - syawyna gnorw si epyt I gnihtyrevE
DJTween: Yeah, you're sure going 'down under' at the right time of year
Principalpoop: yes, get it taken care of so you can see good
Captain Equinox: Gotta listen to the lovely bride
CS: are you going to Rooterville?
firesignphil: When we get back from Down Under, I'm having a colonoscopy.
Dexter Fong: Phil: Had the procedure last year...piece of cake...really
Merlyn: just a gag, regnad
Carmievg: He will have a new vision. I can see it from here.
Principalpoop: Where is Old Zealand?
Captain Equinox: Meet you in the middle
Merlyn: they give you slightly interesting drugs for that
Dexter Fong: PHIL: Cataract not colonoscopy
bob: denmark, prinpial
Principalpoop: takker
Carmievg: Old Zealand fell off the Earth before the moon appeared..
firesignphil: This'll be my 3rd. Haven't found a piece of cake in there yet, though...
DJTween: Temporarily Humbolt County ranks in the all-time tops of my favorites FST skits
Mudhead: Find the doctors Rolex?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Uh, bob inside, makes a note of the time (9:13 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Steve: Then you did the clean-out right.
DJTween: What great subject matter
Dexter Fong: Then you must have drunk all that salty shit they give you, Phil
firesignphil: The drugs are called AMNESIAC DRUGS. It's like you LOSE TIME...
DJTween: Hi Uh, bob
Principalpoop: cataract on your 3rd eye? I did not know you where hinduish, you don't look it
shoes for the dead: yuppers, Tween
Sport: Prescient, simply prescient, especially the bit about coal.
DJTween: LOL P
Captain Equinox: Here's lookin' UP you, Phil
Steve: Mix the GoLytely with beef broth. It's clear and masks the salty taste.
bix313: Those drugs only put me partially under....maybe I had a semi-colonoscopy.
regnad_kcin: .ablE was I ere I saw elbA
firesignphil: Any more questions?
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 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Captain Equinox: Oh, bix!
Sport: Have a good rehearsal, Phil!
regnad_kcin: .evoorg a tahw ...LOL
||||||||| 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 Zero Ohms plummets into the garden at 9:14 PM.
Hacky: (Get the Senator back on the bus!)
shoes for the dead: what is reality?
late: other than 42, what is the meaning of life?
Principalpoop: always wonderful you see you, ahhclem
DJTween: Hi Zero
CS: keep em flying!
DJTween: ** Questions for Mr. Proctor??
Principalpoop: rats, i need new fingers
firesignphil: Life is EVIL spelled backwards -- Regnad Kcin
Carmievg: Shoes, it's one of those things we were taught in school..
bix313: Any unreleased Proctor and Bergman to be let loose?
Principalpoop: and god is dog, thanks woody
Zero Ohms: greetings from the prezident
Merlyn: life is EFIL!
firesignphil: Before I leave and when I return, I'll also be acting in another ADVENTURES IN ODYSSEY show.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:16 PM crosstown bus from Connecticut pulls away, leaving John Tabacco coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Steve: Hey Phil...what is the next project you are working on?
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:16 PM, dragging DearFriends by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
CS: like the tower?
Merlyn: "EVIL" with a Germanic accent
DJTween: Bix - Give Us A Break has just ben re-released on CD
Carmievg: Merlyn has understanded it completefully.
CS: everyone should have a copy
firesignphil: Psychic Steve guessed my response...
||||||||| At 9:16 PM, Sport vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Give Us A Break - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
late: y, i need to pick one up
DJTween: well that ya go...
Mudhead: then put it down
firesignphil: We are also working on some new books, DVDS and Cds to mangle your minds...
DJTween: Click on the Laugh.com link to buy :)
Principalpoop: everybody shout, then gator...
Dexter Fong: or show her up, yah cheap whoore
Steve: Looking forward to it
CS: we look forward to the mangling
regnad_kcin: ?ria eht ni sgge s'ti yal drib egdirrop eht seod yhW
DJTween: mmmmm mangling
firesignphil: And FIRESIGN RADIO should be up and running soon...
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:18 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs John Tabacco by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
DJTween: Hi John
late: life is the peaceful downtime between the grooves of a grateful dead record?
CS: then i
CS: i'll really be in 2 places at once
Dexter Fong: Good timing tweeny =)
Captain Equinox: COOL, Phil!
Principalpoop: oh tabacco, i thought it was tabasco, i like tobbaco
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies oguk into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:18 PM, then departs.
bix313: Love "Give me a Break"! Still have my LP with cover by fellow cartoonist Bo Grossman.
firesignphil: I'm also working on my autobiography -- not Ralph's -- MINE!
Carmievg: This is indeed a strange and mysterical place.
shoes for the dead: mangle as in iron?
DJTween: ** Want to pick up some Firesign albums, books or other stuff? Check out the Firesign Theatre Firesale store at - http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Principalpoop: home home range
DJTween: Hi oguk
firesignphil: Grosman was PB's roomate at Yale...
Principalpoop: get somebody to write it for you, oops then it isn't
Steve: When will that be out? Have a title yet?
firesignphil: "I Never Got my Fortune Cookie"
Merlyn: Casper's autobiography was ghostwritten
Dexter Fong: Sir Phil?
Captain Equinox: OUCH
CS: is he the guy who complained about bergman keeping everyone awake playing labour songs
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
bix313: Really? Yale? Bob's a swell guy.
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Merlyn
Merlyn: ah, a ref to the chinese restaurant attack?
firesignphil: It relates to the Golden Dragon Massacre and the book is a psychic and psychedelic jpurney through my life so far. Or should that read "Shofar?"
Principalpoop: i heard that story, life is stranger than fiction, almost
CS: great title
CS: it'll be unbelievably interesting
||||||||| Randy sneaks in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
firesignphil: Wait. I forgot. I'm AMISH. not JEWISH..."
Dexter Fong: The Golden Dragon where the chow is not all fun
Mudhead: poor chaufeer, only blown once a year
Principalpoop: hinduish i thought, but ok
Hacky: They need me at the last meeting of the philatelist club...
Merlyn: something-ish
Carmievg: Damn... I've not listened to this album in centuries. Completely mental. Love it!!
CS: Jamish? the Jellyfish will inherit the earth
Hacky: Goodnight all. Thanks, Phil!
Rufus_T_Firetween: You're a Jew who doesn't believe in using The Electrician?
firesignphil: I'm having too much fun, but I'll have to leave soon...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Anton Globner close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
Merlyn: d'oh mudhead!
Principalpoop: ciao hacky
DJTween: Hi Anton
||||||||| "9:21 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Hacky, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the bushes.
Captain Equinox: Blow the Shofar?
firesignphil: I'm HAMISH... (Double meaning, as usual.)
||||||||| 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 floralacres plummets into the garden at 9:22 PM.
late: but you have to wait for the paisley horse
Principalpoop: no explaining allowed, this is not the 70s
Mudhead: you blow him, im not into that
Merlyn: Phil, ever meet a voice actor with the best name? Travis Willingham
Steve: Is there a site where I can learn who played who on each album?
firesignphil: The paisley horse pulling the black buggy???
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: G U R U
Merlyn: steve, I think the internets is probably your best bet
Captain Equinox: Have some Shoo Fly Pie in Shipshewana!
Steve: groovy.
firesignphil: As to the identity question: not yet. But in THE BIG BOOK OF PLAYS there is a breakdown of roles for the earlier albums.
Carmievg: Anything for an acid stomach???
Principalpoop: I also despise electric pink
Merlyn: steve: also see http://www.faqs.org/faqs/firesign-theatre/lexicon/part1/#b
late: see, there it is
firesignphil: AH! Shipshewana. How do you get there? Just follow the horse poop...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'drjawn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:24 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Captain Equinox: They think it's a bank
Principalpoop: you are putting me before the cart?
DJTween: Hi jawn
Captain Equinox: that's why they always make a deposit
firesignphil: Gotta go. Maybe more next week?
Steve: Thanks...gotta go. Thanks for everything, Phil.
Mr. Bark Bark: It has been pointed out to me that a company called Rancillio makes a line of coffee grinders with names including "Nancy," "Betty-Jo," and "Audrey." That must have come AFTER Nick Danger, right? Or were you all baristas in the early years?
shoes for the dead: road apple red
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh, bob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| owitzer - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| wunderpants - dead from The Plague
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from measles
||||||||| Nimmie - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: come back anytime, phil!
Dexter Fong: Night Phil and thanks
Principalpoop: best you
Rufus_T_Firetween: Please do, Phil :-)
Captain Equinox: See you then, Mr Procmer!
Merlyn: phil leaves, everyone dies!
Rufus_T_Firetween: and please encourage the others to visit as well
firesignphil: If you're in LA, come see me Saturday night. I'm playing 5-6 parts...
late: thanks for putting up with us
shoes for the dead: By Phil
Anton Globner: Can't hear anything out of one ear but it has' t effected my typing
floralacres: how can I keep my thumb next to my place in the script???...when I have lost the script????
Captain Equinox: Love ya, Man!
Rufus_T_Firetween: That could get confusing
Mudhead: good fortunes Phil
CS: that's better than 5/6th of a part
regnad_kcin: .soidA
late: ah hell, time for re-grooving
Zero Ohms: natural E
Principalpoop: dig that chick, she's groovy
shoes for the dead: dig it
bix313: I'm playing with 5 or 6 parts right this moment!
firesignphil: The story is called "Wind-Gone-Mad"
firesignphil: I'm mad, and I'm gone with the wind...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Is that the sequel to Don Quixote?
Principalpoop: she is called mariah
Zero Ohms: lol!
Merlyn: that's playing on 09/21/2013 & 09/28/2013
late: solid jackson?
shoes for the dead: groovy
firesignphil: Have fun, Bozos. I'll catch up with the "rest of the story" later...
Anton Globner: Sorry! What did you say? Can't hear anything out of one ear!
CS: later
Rufus_T_Firetween: Happy Trails Phil
bix313: Bye Phil.
Principalpoop: I am deaf in one and cannot hear with the other
Zero Ohms: thanks, Phil!
Merlyn: you haven't left YET?
late: straight neck
Principalpoop: ewwww, you're so weird
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Merlyn
late: that's her trip!
Principalpoop: take me away for regrooving
shoes for the dead: sock it to me
DJTween: What a groove...
Dexter Fong: far out......
Principalpoop: up tight and outta sight
floralacres: love you guys so much.....ahhh could I talk to ya about my servants in the barrels? ells???
shoes for the dead: like wow
Dexter Fong: ELVES IN THE BARRELLS?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Elayne inside, makes a note of the time (9:30 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Mudhead: Hi E
Merlyn: Technically, all four of the guys have done these chats
Dexter Fong: Hi E
Elayne: Evenin' all! Ah, it's The Other Phil, hello!
Anton Globner: Can't see jackshit out of this eye either!
Principalpoop: hey E, peace and love
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:31 PM and late as usual, it's Ralph Spoilsport, just back from Texas."
DJTween: ** Anyone want to get into Skype tonight and tell us about your FST experiences??
DJTween: Hey E
late: tight pattern...
shoes for the dead: it's your Karma
Elayne: My vote is for Merlyn to Skype tonight.
Merlyn: you people just missed Phil, he already left, he just doesn't know he's dead yet.
Merlyn: He's a zombie
DJTween: Hi Ralph
CS: Hi El.
Elayne: See, stuff like that, that's why Merlyn's my choice.
DJTween: Merlyn, you want to get into Skype?
Principalpoop: omg, the stranded gone
Zero Ohms: Naked lunch all over...
Merlyn: I could try
Mudhead: alas, I must go also. Its been fun all, see ya next week I hope
late: what the hell am i listening to oh god the spiders the spiders
Elayne: Woo hoo!
CS: I've been told Firesign Theatre Radio will debut next week, but then I've been told all sorfs of things
Ralph Spoilsport: Hi, sorry I'm late - tried to be in too places at once, ended up nowhere at all.
Principalpoop: keep well muddy
Zero Ohms: fare thee well, Mudhead!
floralacres: I am just glad to have found out the there are other folks like me...who say...and inside...its delious
Dexter Fong: Night Mudhead
||||||||| Mudhead rushes off, saying "9:33 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Principalpoop: debut with songs by debussey?
CS: You can listen to yourself talking to Ossman twice a day
Principalpoop: steady there flora hehe
Elayne: Indeed, Floral.
shoes for the dead: and tubs of slaw, Flora
Principalpoop: is this your bar of soap?
DJTween: "This definitely _not_ my bag..."
Principalpoop: Its your thing, do what you wanta do
Ralph Spoilsport: Sorry I missed Phil - I saw him & Pete live years ago when they were touring and doing the "What this Country Needs" skits
Dexter Fong: Go where you wanna go
Rufus_T_Firetween: Phil suggested he would be back next week
Ralph Spoilsport: They were the opening act for Martin Mull if you can believe that!
CS: he showed upat the beginning of chat, said he had some time to waste
shoes for the dead: papa's got a brand new bag
Rufus_T_Firetween: That would have been a very cool show
Principalpoop: papa was a rolling stone
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'gato749', just granted probation at 9:36 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
CS: yes rufus, he seems to be enjoying himself here, as well as plugging away
Dexter Fong: I sthat papa's bag?
Ralph Spoilsport: It was hilarious
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi gato
Principalpoop: you shat papas bag?
floralacres: gotta fall over...nite..if I lived here... I would be home now
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New FIRESIGN THEATRE BOOKS Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Ralph Spoilsport: That is definitely not my bag!
shoes for the dead: no, it's a bag of shit
Rufus_T_Firetween: Bye floral
gato749: hi and greetings from the future cat world
greenmac: Have I been here?
Principalpoop: welcome again flora, ciao bebe
Elayne: Bye Floral!
CS: nite, floral
Elayne: Interesting, Gato. CS is from the present Cat world.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign Theatre RECORDINGS OF LIVE PERFORMANCES >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
gato749: i think i missed the bus
Elayne: Sometimes even the past.
Ralph Spoilsport: But it's really great shit Mrs Preske!
shoes for the dead: where are you now, Green?
Zero Ohms: Very good. Do I know what THIS is?
CS: soon to be renamed The Catman
Principalpoop: red dwarf cat?
greenmac: Here...not there...But have i been there before
Dexter Fong: Don't crush that red dwarf
Ralph Spoilsport: Why - That's nothing but a 2 bit ring from a crackerback jocks
Principalpoop: if I had my struthers
gato749: i got blisters on my paws
Dexter Fong: hand me the the inertial plers
Dexter Fong: pliers
CS: if i had my smithers
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Steve - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| firesignphil - dead from the yaws
||||||||| bix313 - dead from The Plague
||||||||| DearFriends - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| oguk - dead from measles
||||||||| Randy - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Buffering
Principalpoop: i did already, momentum
shoes for the dead: or Smothers
late: what the hell
late: it's getting rough, boysss
greenmac: Up on the roof picking dulse
Principalpoop: we are losing texas
Ralph Spoilsport: Hey in there! Your door knocker fell off!
Zero Ohms: I being in the buff
Zero Ohms: ering
Dexter Fong: Rufus: Tell Tweeny he's buffering like a crazy monkey
Captain Equinox: GLITCHY!
greenmac: loose knockers..come with age
gato749: its as easy as a bridge!
Principalpoop: ahh good, i thought i was having another episode
Ralph Spoilsport: But this is yours!
gato749: and all for one! hahahahaha
shoes for the dead: hand Tween the pliers
Captain Equinox: time to clean the cd
Principalpoop: isn't that come of age?
late: i think i smell burnt toast
Dexter Fong: Poop: You are having another episode, just not related to this
Zero Ohms: Which episode were you watching, poop?
Principalpoop: rats
Captain Equinox: TIme to go, kids - my line is being tapped
greenmac: Scraching cats belly
late: it's like skipping a rock across the grooves
Principalpoop: synergetic side effects are creatively interesting
gato749: its no good there tapping the lines....ha!
Principalpoop: gene kelley line
Dexter Fong: Late: Rock out, it's groovy
Principalpoop: rock on
late: far out, man
Dexter Fong: groove out
greenmac: rollo and rock
Principalpoop: dig it
Zero Ohms: I heard all this before, & recently too!
Captain Equinox: Return for regrooving...
shoes for the dead: far out
Dexter Fong: fer sure
gato749: he even looks like the kid!
Principalpoop: XD
Captain Equinox: echo in here...
greenmac: feedback
Principalpoop: come around tween and fix the cd
late: mmmm symptom 6 - buffering problems
Dexter Fong: lol Late
Captain Equinox: Bye, All!
Ralph Spoilsport: That why nothing's playing
Principalpoop: skype with merlyn must eat up the bandwidth
Dexter Fong: See you in the winter Cap
shoes for the dead: Bye EQ
Captain Equinox: Maybe sooner, Dex!
Ralph Spoilsport: Nurse Judy!
late: this is torture - symptom 7 - reformat drive
Dexter Fong: It's fixed...like a dead cat
gato749: the big disease this it
Elayne: Bye Eq!
late: hey the spiders are gone
Principalpoop: equinox, approved by the FDC, do not take with solstices
Ralph Spoilsport: Give him the really big disease!
Elayne: Dex, we need to lunch again soon, do another book exchange. After NY Comic Con, I'm thinking.
CS: By EQ
Dexter Fong: What's that date E?
Principalpoop: doing lunch? playing LA games, oh grow up
Ralph Spoilsport: He didn't beat the reaper :(
late: is it wrong to want to die from the plague?
Dexter Fong: No, it's a symptom
Principalpoop: tom is just slow, not simple
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'not much of a cough', just granted probation at 9:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Dexter Fong: Oh no!! Buffering is back
Principalpoop: cough cough
gato749: i got the plague!
Zero Ohms: Here's a quarter
Principalpoop: get anacin
late: i wish i could, but i can't...
Dexter Fong: Elayne: What's the comic con date?
Ralph Spoilsport: Turkish border straight ahead!
||||||||| 9:49 PM: aclem jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: take off all your clothes
Dexter Fong: Ah..it's a clem
Dexter Fong: afkfr
CS: or a clam that can type
late: damn side 6 already
Principalpoop: coffee delight border
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'woofless', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:50 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: may I see your passport please?
Elayne: Dex, it's October 10-13
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
aclem: coffee, delight, border
Principalpoop: very good aclem, no more calls we have a winner
CS: hey great!
Principalpoop: hello? hello?
Ralph Spoilsport: Radio free Oz back in the day!
Principalpoop: eykiw, a great way to start
Principalpoop: dog wants out, rats
||||||||| Catherwood escorts PissFest in through the front door at 9:53 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: IS THIS Merlyn on Skype?
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| regnad_kcin - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| bob - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: sure sounds like merly
Zero Ohms: Crush the Dwarfwith you all next week! Nite all!
Dexter Fong: Sond a little like an adenoidal canadian
Ralph Spoilsport: Oh no - cat attack, stop licking my toes Inky!
floralacres: going to bed...forgot the 3 words in turish I was supposed to learn
Ralph Spoilsport: Night Floral - If you tie one on - so long!
CS: towel bath border
Elayne: Lucky you, Ralph, ours only meows loudly. Over and over and over. I think she's going deaf, she's 16 1/2
Dexter Fong: 10-4 Elaynor
aclem: i think i'll follow this yellow rubber line. nite, all.
PissFest: taffy?
Elayne: Night aclem!
CS: by clem
||||||||| aclem is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 9:57 PM.
Ralph Spoilsport: Night Ah Clem
Dexter Fong: Elayne: Not to be a bummer, but when a cat starts that kind of behavior...it's a symptom...maybe of pain or discomfort
Ralph Spoilsport: (aside to the rest) He's weird with a beard man!
Ralph Spoilsport: He sleeps on my feet under my desk and licks my toes from time to time
late: y, i also share space with an elderly cat. you needa have it checked if haven't already
Ralph Spoilsport: He's always been a kisser
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
CS: hey merl, is Firesign Theatre Radio going to be at firesign.com?
Principalpoop: back
PissFest: protests, journal-of-earth-sciences, oil-wrestling
Dexter Fong: Turn around Poop
Principalpoop: Every now and then I get a little bit sad
Principalpoop: my bank account is broken, fix that now please
Dexter Fong: Certainly Sir: Please give me all of *your* peronal information
Ralph Spoilsport: Mine too - nothing a few million of your petty cash wouldn't fix
Elayne: I will, late, but she's not in pain or anything so I've been putting it off.
Ralph Spoilsport: Tapes - how quaint!
Principalpoop: my brother and sister-in-law, retired dinks, have 8 now, what is the weird limit of cats?
Dexter Fong: Especially now TWEEN
shoes for the dead: i'd like to see more fools in space
late: great Elayne - y, mine is going to vet sat, she's 14/15 - tough when they get old
Ralph Spoilsport: Mine is also 16 1/2 and a bit doddery, but still going strong
CS: and the krla shows?
Principalpoop: cool M
Rufus_T_Firetween: XM Radio - http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
Ralph Spoilsport: Cool Beans!
late: would like for all of xm radio material to be made available like dear friends/let's eat via duke of madness
Rufus_T_Firetween: Good idea
Rufus_T_Firetween: A set
Rufus_T_Firetween: Mention it to Phil next time
Principalpoop: wow, talent
Ralph Spoilsport: Well, it's back to the ozone again for me folks - goodnight!
late: just a wish, which i'm sure a lot of other's probably want as well
Elayne: Sorry folks, that's it for me this evening. I'm goodly stretched and need to stretch goodly.
Elayne: Next week, everyone!
Rufus_T_Firetween: rest well
||||||||| Elayne says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Elayne exits at 10:07 PM.
CS: time pirates?
CS: by el
Dexter Fong: Night E
CS: Lou showed us around Seattle when we were there in 99, Merl
late: damn, i'm getting hard listening to this
CS: that's me
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Ralph Spoilsport?! It's 10:09 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Carmievg leaves at 10:09 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 Carmievg falls out at 10:09 PM.
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol late
CS: it'll be a collage show based on themes
late: tmi?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| gato749 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| dotter - dead from the common cold
||||||||| greenmac - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Zero Ohms - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| floralacres - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| not much of a cough - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| woofless - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
late: you ever been to the piss fest, bob? testing testing
Dexter Fong: Ihave late....tested tested testes
shoes for the dead: the teste fest?
Dexter Fong: Festival de la testicle
late: hand over fist baby
Dexter Fong: FORK OUT!!
CS: i better be able to use Fools stuff!
shoes for the dead: i dont have a fistbaby
CS: lol merl
Dexter Fong: I don't have a finger baby
PissFest: finally an advantage to baldness
||||||||| Catherwood leads Chatto inside, makes a note of the time (10:15 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Chatto : Dammit my dwarves are missing!
late: damn
||||||||| Chatto walks away to Public Address System.
shoes for the dead: small loss
Principalpoop: Wonderful M
Chatto : Has anyone seen my dwarves?
Chatto : sigh
PissFest: Do they have mt script?
CS: they ALWAYS do geographical references
Chatto : Today i unveil my theory on why the proctor name is so popular...:)
late: isdn
||||||||| Chatto climbs in through the window at the ungodly hour of 10:19 PM
||||||||| Chatto sneaks away to The Auditorium...
late: proctor's well?
CS: rfo
CS: i think so, merl
PissFest: can someone please help me find the Enron piece?
CS: i'll play it on show in a few weeks, pissfest
PissFest: Thank you!
CS: well said, merl
Merlyn: well, there ya go
late: thanks man, that was cool
Principalpoop: i want to hear more, i said it before, wonderful M
Merlyn: sure thing
Merlyn: I'll get it, pissfest
shoes for the dead: Great, Merl!
late: oh god my hearing
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| drjawn - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Carmievg - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: is the firesign radio station going to be on your firesign site, merl?
PissFest: i lost mine too
late: is it blue?
DJTween: Thanks, Merlyn!
Merlyn: pissfest, the Enron bit is on this page: http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/show4/index.html
Merlyn: you're velco, tween
CS: so i can use it, right, merl/?
Merlyn: I don't know where the radio station will be, cat
DJTween: Merlyn, is it you or Doc who's responsible for the itunes podcasts?
Merlyn: but it will probably be connected to it
Merlyn: I'm doing the podcasting stuff, tween
Merlyn: finding more errors?
Principalpoop: furtive
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Proctor & Ossman’s “PETE MOSS” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Firesign Albums, Books and other Cool Goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
Merlyn: Hey, I wrote Pete Moss
Dexter Fong: Then you know how it all works out?
PissFest: did he write back?
CS: does the carp? lol
Merlyn: I think so - doctech did the music bits
Merlyn: I never hear from him
CS: he's very talented
Merlyn: pete moss that is
PissFest: dose! say dough
Dexter Fong: He's playing wight ball
Dexter Fong: eight
Merlyn: anyway, this was the first public performance of a couple of gag commercials from Immortality
Merlyn: just before the album was released
CS: in min?
DJTween: no way to process it?
CS: not barrow wights i hope
Merlyn: yes cat, at minion -- tween, I think taylor processed it as much as he could
Merlyn: but maybe he has a better version by now
CS: i asked him if he could fix an ossman interview i did and he said it was beyond his capacity. hopefully it wont harm your ears to hear
Merlyn: audacity has a very good hum eliminator
Merlyn: if you can sample a bit that just has the BG noise, it can be amazing at removing it
CS: ok merl i'll try it
Merlyn: is it just background hum or something?
shoes for the dead: or is it lead hum?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ggg shoes
late: worms out of hot cheese log?
late: you know, that kind of hum?
shoes for the dead: humus?
Dexter Fong: Late: You mean like a kinda of a tabla...a hum drum
shoes for the dead: fungus amongus?
late: i need to go take some meds, try to get rid of this hum, night folks
Dexter Fong: Night late
shoes for the dead: nite, Late
CS: good line, merl
CS: by late
CS: i'
CS: aye eye
shoes for the dead: uu
CS: new gnu
shoes for the dead: coo coo cachoo
CS: firesonian thickness, merl
Principalpoop: batteries wore out, I will jump ship, best to all, wait my brain is lime jello
||||||||| 10:55 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Dexter Fong: night poop
CS: by poop
shoes for the dead: i will poop out too
||||||||| 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'
CS: off you poop, shoes
Merlyn: thanks all, and thanks phil
PissFest: Now i REMEBER! Emil Nitrate is Three-Finger Mickey's greatest foe!
CS: yes phil seems to enjoy chat
CS: i hope it gets him more filled seats at his shows
Dexter Fong: took him a while
DJTween: I hope all the Firesigns have fun here
CS: ah, the immorftality lines, merl
DJTween: If Phil likes it, maybe he'll pass the word
DJTween: Very cool, Merlyn :)
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: Didn't get that you were part of the cast before
Merlyn: Here's a page on that performance with pictures: http://westley.org/pm.html
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
CS: thanks again, tween
DJTween: My pleasure :)
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Merlyn: see ya next week
||||||||| At 11:03 PM, Merlyn vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| DJTween scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 11:03 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Dexter Fong: And special thanks to rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween )
Rufus_T_Firetween: :)
||||||||| "11:03 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: No Rufus, you're not late...Late is somebody else
Dexter Fong: Night Cat, PF, shoes late etc
CS: by all
||||||||| CS leaves to catch the 11:06 PM train to Elmertown.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Chatto - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| PissFest - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Stan - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fong - 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:
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Ben Bland enters at 12:16 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ben Bland - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 3:08 AM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mista Bumpy coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mista Bumpy: It's hotter than Heater in Hellmouth...
Mista Bumpy: ok...
Mista Bumpy: yup...
Mista Bumpy: gottcha...
||||||||| It's 3:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mista Bumpy - dead from measles
||||||||| 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:
aclem
Anton Globner
bix313
bob
Captain Equinox
Carmievg
Chatto
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
dotter
dude
Elayne
firesignphil
floralacres
firesignphil
gato749
greenmac
Hacky
late
Merlyn
Mista Bumpy
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nimmie
Not Ed
PissFest
Principalpoop
Ralph Spoilsport
regnad_kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Sport
squeeze_the_wheeze
Steve
wunderpants
Zero Ohms
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/index.php?display=liveperf
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wfte-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/show4/index.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatwait.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://westley.org/pm.html
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.faqs.org/faqs/firesign-theatre/lexicon/part1/#b
http://www.goldenagetheater.com/shows/
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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