A Firesign Chat
11/07/2013




Archive

||||||||| Catherwood re-enters the Waiting Room and explains "This is the main discussion room which is logged each night."
||||||||| Catherwood announces, "The time is 4:33 AM - I now declare Thursday's chat log for November 07, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DJTween into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:05 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. 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)'
||||||||| 8:44 PM: Paco jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood leads BSidney into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:44 PM, then departs.
BSidney: Anybody home?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: Hola amigos...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
BSidney: Amigo, it seems...
DJTween: Not Insane is the fare this fine evening
BSidney: The one LP I don't have.
BSidney: Really looking forward to it.
DJTween: kewl :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:49 PM and late as usual, it's Beet, just back from Moorefield."
Beet: Hello everyone from a chilly Appalachia.
DJTween: Hi Beet
DJTween: freezing yet?
Beet: Not yet thank goodness
Beet: Nice tune. Who is?
DJTween: Jackson Browne's "World In Motion"
DJTween: Yeah, I like it a lot also
DJTween: This is Lisa Germano's "Everybody's Victim"
Beet: You have a nice library. Were you a professional DJ at any point?
DJTween: No, but I do have a show on an amateur radio station - www.dishnuts.net
DJTween: They're the ones who provide the streaming server for this
Beet: I will have to check it out.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with EWeston close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'greenmac', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:53 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| 8:53 PM: Porgy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: Hi Ed, greenmac
Beet: Hey EW
greenmac: Hey!
Beet: Hi Porge
DJTween: Hi Porgy
EWeston: It's a frought evening I tell's you! Evenin all
Porgy: Howdy
||||||||| 8:54 PM: Fuquad jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
DJTween: It's frought with evening?
DJTween: Hi Fuquad
greenmac: I was waiting to break the ice..."cracking in the distance'
||||||||| Outside, the 8:56 PM crosstown bus from Stockton pulls away, leaving ferretjoe coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 8:56 PM: CS jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
EWeston: No its just frouthy around the refer. Maybe I have the dte wrong?
Fuquad: Hey!
Beet: Howdy CS
CS: HI gang
ferretjoe: funny, I'm not far from Stockton.... Hi all
Beet: Hey ferret
DJTween: Hi ferret
DJTween: Hey Cease
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:57 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hi wheeze
Beet: I was looking at the old articles in Rolling Stone about Firesign tonight. Pretty good.
EWeston: You can be to far from Stockton? Hey Cease!
CS: Fresno isn
CS: Fresno isn't far from Stockton. You could be Phil Austin
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 8:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Beet: Hey squeeze
ferretjoe: nope Modesto
Merlyn: hey you wheezers
Beet: Hi Merl
CS: ah, merl
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 07, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and shoes for the dead steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: A pearl of a Meryl
DJTween: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy
EWeston: Shoes is on?
Fuquad: anon anon anon
shoes for the dead: yuppers
DJTween: This is a bit from Bergman's True Confessions
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:01 PM and Spudley Jellobrain waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
ferretjoe: great, more raisins
CS: Is this tonight's CD, tween?
DJTween: "I didn't order a factory this quarter." lol
DJTween: Hi Spudley
EWeston: A three legged man!
DJTween: This from True Confessions, Cease
DJTween: Not Insane is the fare this evening
DJTween: Rather than play the whole Bergman CD, I'm playing bits
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's BluesTraveler, just back from Iowa."
CS: ok
shoes for the dead: i wish they would issue the msp vid
EWeston: Park and Lock it!
Spudley Jellobrain: test
shoes for the dead: test -eze
CS: it sounds a lot like the stuff Bergman was doing on his rfo website in the 90s
Spudley Jellobrain: figured it out!
EWeston: Real or unreal test?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Doug', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
ferretjoe: testes...party of two
BluesTraveler: CS-Is any of Bergman's stuff archived somewhere?
shoes for the dead: Hi Doug
EWeston: Hey Doug, a real regular fella.
Spudley Jellobrain: greetings earthlings!
CS: Merl would know, blues
BluesTraveler: Okay, thanks.
Merlyn: no I wouldn't cat
shoes for the dead: I thought Doug was Ethyl
Merlyn: taylor jessen might
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Happy Harry Cox close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:06 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the vestibule.
CS: i got some cassettes from you, i think, merl
Fuquad: emerging scene broad casing susman
DJTween: Hi Harry
Merlyn: I really doubt they were from me cat
CS: the rfo site along with steve gilmour's interviews
EWeston: And she gets it on regular, or sumpin like that.
CS: not from you? i wonder who?
BluesTraveler: I didn't mean to start a fight.
CS: i have so much firestuff i dont recall where it call comes from
Merlyn: palladino? He's did a lot of the RFO stuff with peter
CS: maybe
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Ybles into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:08 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Ybles
shoes for the dead: you guyz are so crazy
CS: i should know who to thank when i play them on my show
DJTween: This _is_ a very bizarre recording, but quite interesting
CS: i contacted gilmour recently about playing his interviews on the air.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” - 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/firtheatnoti.html'
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Porgy - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Paco - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: this is the part of the album i like best
shoes for the dead: acid test mike setup
DJTween: really
EWeston: At one point I could recite, or squawk 95% of this finely turning work
CS: gilmour produced martian space party
shoes for the dead: where can i get MSP vid?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Doctor Dog into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Principalpoop', just granted probation at 9:12 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
CS: doesnt the firesign store sell it?
Beet: hi Poop
CS: i have a vhs cassette i think i bought from more sugar, which alas, is long gone
||||||||| "9:12 PM? 9:12 PM!!" says Catherwood, "marktime should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as marktime enters and sits on the divan.
DJTween: Hi Dog, P
CS: hi poop
EWeston: Run for it! We're Pooped tonight, again.
DJTween: Hello. Mark.
Principalpoop: hey there
Doctor Dog: woof
shoes for the dead: haven't seenit there, CS
Principalpoop: you can ran but you cannot hide from the poopster hehe
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln
shoes for the dead: HiPoop
BluesTraveler: Love the Shakespeare references
Principalpoop: what you will
Beet: break wind, break
BluesTraveler: It's like a midsummer night's dream.
Doctor Dog: I prefer the unprocessed sources to this work... so cool that they're easily available these days
CS: my videocassette says its from More Sugar
EWeston: You can leave a stinky trail, you can get 5 to life.
CS: i'm surprised it isnt on youtube
shoes for the dead: ya, since eykiw is there
Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't find Martian Space Party being sold from the FST site
CS: and hot shorts, and probably other firesign flicks
CS: i can ask steve gilmour. he should know
Doctor Dog: I have a digital copy of the video, made it myself from the vhs
Rufus_T_Firetween: I think it _is_ on YouTube, Cease
CS: there should be a dvd
Rufus_T_Firetween: Me too, Dr. Dog
shoes for the dead: Sell Those Demons!!!!
Rufus_T_Firetween: I can't check YouTube at the moment though
CS: i know taylor was working on a dvd of tons of firestuff
||||||||| Dexter Fong steals in around 9:18 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Beet: I like to call "Stuffed"
DJTween: Hi Dexter
shoes for the dead: only blinding light, RTF
Beet: Hey Dex
Principalpoop: speaking of stuffed, fong
EWeston: It's Demensional!
Dexter Fong: Hi folks
Doctor Dog: probably the most brilliant "ad" ever
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
EWeston: Dah Dex
shoes for the dead: Lizst!
Rufus_T_Firetween: Lots of cool Firesign stuff at that site. I'll talk about it in a few minutes
Doctor Dog: Mozart!
EWeston: You can get lost in that ad
shoes for the dead: would be good in quad, EW
CS: i just see little clips from it on youtube
Doctor Dog: has Austin written all over it I think
||||||||| uhClem waltzes in at 9:21 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: A trail of grid crumbs will not help. Thhanks for the flashback Shoes
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:21 PM, dragging TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign: I'd love to see Martian Space Party
Beet: On one of the XM broadsasts I saw Ossman wearing a cool jacket with color versions of the charicatures of the four on the back. I wish someone were offering that one.
ferretjoe: yahoo to you too
CS: that can be said of a lot of things, dr. dog
BluesTraveler: More great comedic writing densely packed with jokes and obscure references.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln
EWeston: Who be who be who?
shoes for the dead: St Woult
Beet: Do be do be do
Doctor Dog: I always wonder if the robot in the miniature scene is the same one Phil gave Phil that made him "forgive the japanese"
TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign: NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO available on CD?
shoes for the dead: be bop a lula
ferretjoe: doobie doobie doo
CS: on the gilmour interview, ossman mentions that gilmour toured the east coast playing msp and reefer madness wherever he could find a theatre to play them
Dexter Fong: Duh! do run run
DJTween: that's very cool
Doctor Dog: I saw them in a drive in on new years eve
Dexter Fong: Cat, I think I saw that show in NYC
EWeston: Don't think we don't think we don't think, don't. H/T R Rucker
shoes for the dead: saw the Firesin
DJTween: wow Dr. Dog
CS: right place, right time
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| marktime - dead from measles
||||||||| Spudley Jellobrain - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Doug - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Happy Harry Cox - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: gn Funnies and Groove Tube at a midnite movie once
Doctor Dog: with a girl I entirely neglected lol
CS: merl, do you remember gilmour being at the bergman brouhaha?
Dexter Fong: Think they also ran some of the Jack Poet ads
CS: they are great, dex
Principalpoop: truely not insane
Beet: At a midnight showing I saw EYKIW once.
Principalpoop: ha ha ha ha ha
||||||||| RDC enters at 9:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Merlyn: I don't think so cat
Principalpoop: find me walter
EWeston: I'm going to eat right through this microphone
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Dexter Fong: Do you have any size double A cups?
Principalpoop: draw my attention? is it shiny?
BluesTraveler: Rufus-every see any Firesign swag with, "How can you be in two places..."?
Doctor Dog: strange bacstory to this album though
Dexter Fong: Are you a magpie?
||||||||| 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 Nabby plummets into the garden at 9:27 PM.
EWeston: I've got a Walther rocket. Will that work?
Principalpoop: my last gf wore double A, bought in the girls section
Merlyn: blues: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671
Dexter Fong: I've got a Walther PPK..it better work
Beet: I can draw but I can't draw attention
DJTween: BluesTraveler: Rufus-every see any Firesign swag with, "How can you be in two places..."? << I haven't perused the store thoroughly
shoes for the dead: here we are ridin the A train
Principalpoop: you know drew?
shoes for the dead: gettin off at the F-stop
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Elayne: Evenin' all!
EWeston: Sexy gun, it helps
Dexter Fong: Beet, I hear you can draw flies
Principalpoop: the E
CS: Hi El
Beet: I drew know
Elayne: Anyone wanna buy me a Firesign mug? :)
Dexter Fong: Hi Elayne
Merlyn: How Can You Be shirts are right here: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671
Beet: All the flies I need
EWeston: Named after F. Stop Firesign.
Merlyn: and for the third time: http://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671
Principalpoop: one of the sweatshirts has all 4 mugs on it
Elayne: Dex! What are you up to next week? We need to do lunch!!!
Merlyn: my nick danger mug got nicked
BluesTraveler: Thanks Merl
Principalpoop: E sounds frantic, stash getting low?
Dexter Fong: E: Outta town early in the week, I'll call late in the week
DJTween: At the break, we'll have an interview with our own Ed Weston :)
EWeston: We won't wiegh them. Hi E
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Prinpoop, I haven't had a stash in quite awhile. For a substance that's becoming legal in so many states, I find it very difficult to acquire.
Dexter Fong: We *own* EW?
Elayne: Okie-doke, Dex. Need to give you back your books.
DJTween: All slaves to The Electrician
Elayne: Hey EWeson!
||||||||| 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 Dan plummets into the garden at 9:31 PM.
Elayne: Weston. Sorry, been typing all day and boy are my fingers tired
EWeston: As long as you keep up the payments
Elayne: Tween, everyone seems to love the Firemerch!
Dexter Fong: Speaking of books, have you read those books I sent you Tweeny?
Principalpoop: same here, luckily i smoked it everyday from 1972-abt 1984, i can keep coasting
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln
Elayne: LOL, PrinPoop! Not me, when it's out of my system it's out...
EWeston: I'm an insidious typer myself
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'MMC', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:33 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Doctor Dog: later troupers
Elayne: I like the handle Insidious Typer.
DJTween: Nope Dex, but thanks again for sending them
||||||||| Around 9:33 PM, Doctor Dog walks off into the sunset...
Elayne: Bye DocDog!
DJTween: Hi MMC
Principalpoop: woof doc dog
EWeston: By DD
shoes for the dead: insiduous tapir?
MMC: That's Mr. Nancy to you.
ferretjoe: later all g2g
Fuquad: Good bless...and God night!
Principalpoop: pernicious is his sister
EWeston: I stole it from Terry Prachett, don't tell anyone.
Dexter Fong: The animals are fleeing, could there be an earthquake coming?
CS: did anyone see the hendrix show on pbs on tuesday?
Beet: Follow the elephants
Principalpoop: that explains the peanut butter in my pajamas
shoes for the dead: i did, Cs, a few new interviews
DJTween: Did someone do a tarzan call?
Beet: The Hendrix show was totally amazing. One of the best music docs I've ever seen.
CS: interesting parallel with hendrix and ft, both owed much of their early fame to the birth of "underground" radio in 67-68
EWeston: Broom in hand, yes
shoes for the dead: Colette aged well
||||||||| Fuquad says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Fuquad exits at 9:36 PM.
CS: when sullivan wouldnt play hendrix, the right radio stations would
Principalpoop: is she related to stephen? not steven the animal
Beet: Sullivan was a pill.
Principalpoop: and mike douglas, dick cavett, the other ones
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:38 PM and Glen steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: merv the perv
DJTween: Hi Glen
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “NOT INSANE, OR ANYTHING YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln
Glen: Greetings, Gates!
Dexter Fong: SOlid Jackson
Glen: I hope I didn't scare off all the hipsters.
Beet: Stop torturing me
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Ybles - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
CS: hipsters dont scare easily
Principalpoop: most of us are only hipsters due to the size of our hips now
shoes for the dead: haven't paid a Jackson for a lid in a long time
Glen: Puzzle Box is awesome.
CS: must get cubes
EWeston: Does this site make my hips look big?
Glen: Yes.
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shoes for the dead: it makes the hippies look old
Principalpoop: i want hot pants to come back, just for girls please
EWeston: How unsitely!
Beet: I second that
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EWeston: PP you coward!
shoes for the dead: Box Tops reference
Glen: The Letter
Principalpoop: the guy on reno is enough of that
Principalpoop: please mister postman
Glen: Monsters from the Id
Principalpoop: cheese monsters
EWeston: There was some NE GOP great white wonder who appeared in a pic I'm trying to forget
CS: one of their best lines
Beet: Wrote a note o
Principalpoop: no buddist writers
shoes for the dead: Yoko
Principalpoop: league of wing voters
Beet: Is Yoko Buddhist?
Glen: winged
Principalpoop: winged?
CS: i think yoko is yokoist
Glen: THIS IS TOO CLOSE TO BE NEWS!
Principalpoop: lulled to sleep with drugs and loud music
shoes for the dead: Ononist
Principalpoop: onan, give him a hand
Glen: lots of heavy panning on the board here
EWeston: I drew a picture of Glutimoto way back when
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'late', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:49 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
EWeston: Onionist rather
Principalpoop: lizard or gorilla or what?
shoes for the dead: many layers
DJTween: You're not too late to hear our interview with EWeston
CS: i'm looking forward to it
Principalpoop: am I too late tween? for the interview?
late: howdy - y, kind of late - i'll stick around for the interview
DJTween: I'll call you, Ed
Beet: Sounds like the end to Titanic
Principalpoop: call me anything except late for dinner
Elayne: Ooh, I want to hear the interview as well!
CS: thankfully i missed it
Elayne: I don't have my sound on yet, please let us know when it's starting
Glen: uh-oh
Principalpoop: side 2 is over, the interview is coming on now
shoes for the dead: now, E
CS: beginning and endings were particularly delicious
Glen: Is Ed dead?
Beet: Interview starting
Principalpoop: ed hung up, you have more time E
Dexter Fong: It's ssstarting right.....now
Elayne: Great, thanks! I didn't know "E" stood for "Ed"
Principalpoop: it sounds great here
Glen: Cosmic!
Beet: It sounds great from here
CS: sounds good here
late: sounds good
CS: yes you played the cd of antyhinge here once, tween. so much richer than the album
Glen: Feral Club?
Dexter Fong: Sounds like Clark Wintergreen
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| BluesTraveler - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| RDC - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Dan - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| MMC - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: lool
Glen: loo
Beet: Oh to have lived on the west coast
CS: must be good wherever you live too, beet
||||||||| "9:56 PM? 9:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Nabby should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Nabby enters and sits at the bar.
Beet: It be OK
CS: ive lived lotsa places. enjoyed them all
Nabby: Hi all
Nabby: Ever live in MN CS
shoes for the dead: Hi Nabby
Nabby: hi shoes
Elayne: Very nice chat, Tween and Ed!
Principalpoop: thank you ed, wow
CS: no, the only place in the states i lived was la. i was in high school when the firesign started
Dexter Fong: Thanks EW
Beet: That was cool
Elayne: Maybe I'll Skype again with you next week, Tween.
Nabby: Ahh
Nabby: 'k CS
Principalpoop: yes E, please
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
shoes for the dead: Thanks, EW
CS: very interesting, eweston
Nabby: I think you'd like it
EWeston: Thank you my pulse is slowing even now
Beet: I love art of the insane
Principalpoop: you did fine
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
Rufus_T_Firetween: That would be great, Elayne :-)
Nabby: Yep Beet I as well
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Bunnyboy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hi Bunny
Bunnyboy: A qwik howdy.
Glen: Art of The Insane is one of the funniest bits ever concocted.
Dexter Fong: howdy
Rufus_T_Firetween: Listening to some XM Radio bits
shoes for the dead: ppe all over it
DJTween: Th canvas is 'pre-peed'?
EWeston: Agreed I'd like to hear any of use folks
CS: very much part of the austin ouvre
Nabby: lol Tween yeah
Elayne: This is great, I'd not heard Art of the Insane previously.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
EWeston: If you can't aford a mastic, yes
Elayne: Doesn't matter what the number on the brush is, as long as it has a number. LOL!
CS: we gotta get you doing that on firesign radio, tween.
shoes for the dead: i played these for my bipolar nabe, she dug it
Nabby: haha
Bunnyboy: One to play for Robin!
Elayne: Definitely, Bunnyboy.
Beet: I like the sound whe he squeezes the paint out
Principalpoop: hi bunnyboy
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESIGN XM RADIO PERFORMANCES - http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
CS: i can see youtube stunts being performed by people wearing firesign hoodies et al
Bunnyboy: Any TCM fans?
Nabby: I love sad clowns
CS: product placement
Principalpoop: clowns with knives
CS: john lennon did it and so can you!
Bunnyboy: Yes, I'm Turnering over a new sheaf of leafs.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yes indeed, CS :)
Elayne: Everyone knows you're not supposed to lick your paints. You're supposed to huff them!
EWeston: Being devoured by large eyed tigers
Nabby: haha this is great
Rufus_T_Firetween: not that tasty, are they?
Glen: THE EYES
Beet: Pee cured canvases
Principalpoop: sounds like testicle
Bunnyboy: TCM's long-awaited, refurbished phone/pad app is lovely.
Nabby: Billy's arting all over the place
Glen: PP loves to make silly noises
DJTween: You really should check out the XM series at their sit. So great to be able to see them working in the studio together
shoes for the dead: when i hear this tune on the classical station I bust up
Bunnyboy: 2 live streams, dozens of on demand features.
Elayne: Ah, for more leisure time!
CS: indeed, tween
DJTween: TCM plays some really good flicks
EWeston: It's hard to find lo fat clown in the local mercantile
Nabby: I've seen a few, good stuff
Glen: elegant buttocks
Principalpoop: what is this called? alulabuy? allegory, springory?
DJTween: Ossman is having a hard time not cracking up here
Beet: There is a very respectable number of these shows
Nabby: about to run out of music, so....
Bunnyboy: Contingent on participating cable/dish providers. Wi-Fi not necessarily required.
Glen: God, that is funny.
Elayne: I loved that line too, Nabby
Principalpoop: marvelous
Nabby: yepsk
shoes for the dead: degraded audio
Bunnyboy: Somebody slap that SFX box outta Proc's hands.
EWeston: Sexual acts with a concenting media
Glen: Spike Jones sneeze
Nabby: weeeeeeooooo
Bunnyboy: Not rilly. Gently...gently...
Beet: Soup cans
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
Nabby: Hire it out
EWeston: Stroke stroke...rub.
Bunnyboy: Ah, the Lichtenstein trick. Proxy canvas peeing...
Principalpoop: 16th century cream rinses
shoes for the dead: It Doesen't Matter!!
Glen: *like*
Bunnyboy: "Makeup!"
Principalpoop: the color is green I think, doesn't matter
Nabby: bunny haha
EWeston: Does wonder for my long lost hair
Glen: THE TOAST OF TOAST ISLAND!!
Nabby: silence for lost hair
Elayne: Robin just listened to that third bit and smiled a lot.
Nabby: thank you Tween
CS: to be bored by your stupid antics
Beet: Peeing on my canvass now
CS: relentless genius
Elayne: I think that's it for me for this week. I've been up since 4:30, but I'm coming down...
Elayne: Next week, all!
||||||||| "10:12 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Elayne, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
EWeston: It's been doing fine since the separation
Principalpoop: night E
DJTween: later E
CS: thanks for visiting, el
Bunnyboy: Nite, El!
Beet: 'Nye E
Nabby: Gbye elayne!
shoes for the dead: by, El
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DOMM - “MICHAEL CANTERBURY INTERVIEW May 1970” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
DJTween: This interview is really fun
EWeston: Bye Bye E
Bunnyboy: Dogs requiring attention. Ta!
Beet: Did he say "Soupy Shuffle" sidewalk?
Nabby: later bunny
||||||||| At 10:13 PM, Bunnyboy vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Nabby: who made the salad?
CS: keep on bunning
EWeston: Bunnae buh bye
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS - Every Firesign Theatre radio broadcast from the "Dear Friends" era (1970-1972) >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
Beet: BunnyBye
Nabby: cs *shakes head*
Nabby: '41
shoes for the dead: jaw became diseased.........
CS: this is xm, tween?
CS: oh i see, yes those additional interviews
Dexter Fong L
DJTween: Read the banner, cease :)
Nabby: yepsk
Dexter Fong: DOn't just wave it, read it
DJTween: Yes this is from the Extras section of DOMM
Nabby: zactly
CS: indeed tween
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:19 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs BSidney by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: secure the perimeter
EWeston: Attack the perimeter
Principalpoop: remember the movie?
Nabby: oh yes
EWeston: Ah the movie, sometimes claimed to be non exsistence
Nabby: but this is real
shoes for the dead: Zackapoopo
Nabby: hoo-ray!
Principalpoop: the writers we read
Nabby: birdman
EWeston: Three reels I think
Beet: Edgar Brown Rice
shoes for the dead: Thrice
EWeston: Nieghbor to Sir Arthur Cohans Doily
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Mad Magazine fanatic here
Nabby: strange worlds of weird fantasy
DJTween was devotee of Mad and Cracked when he was a kid
Beet: when you're not anywhere at all
Nabby: Mad was choice
Principalpoop: what me worry?
Nabby: Dr....?
shoes for the dead: emory
Beet: Same thing as "Don't worry be hasppy" via Meher Baba
Beet: Happy
Principalpoop: raspy cough cough
Nabby: the goons make me happy
Beet: Give him something for his cough
DJTween: so funny hearing them referring to the US as a 'police state' back in 70
Beet: Here's a quarter
shoes for the dead: roll up his arm
DJTween: little did they know...
Principalpoop: they want to continue the war forever
EWeston: Goons and the Bonzo's, my favorite English exports
Nabby: it's a hypnotic
Principalpoop: a quarter is not much
EWeston: And do a trick when you reach the shoulder
Dexter Fong: It's not much of an arm
Beet: Not much of as cough
Beet: a cough
Principalpoop: led zepplin, rolling stones, beatles, i like them a bunch
Nabby: i liked it better the first wat beet
Nabby: way
Beet: wayt bot
||||||||| New notice: '** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store? http://www.cafepress.com/firesign'
shoes for the dead: that joke had a little limp, Beet
Principalpoop: way, word
EWeston: Lift up your leg and bend over
Beet: yoga pose
Nabby: tropical comedy?
Principalpoop: we are hip
shoes for the dead: kama sutra pose
Nabby: what is hip?
DJTween: The Coconuts is tropical comedy
Beet: hip as a zip
Principalpoop: linguists more than anything else
Principalpoop: quite
Nabby: ahh yes tween thank you
shoes for the dead: your on a hip trip
shoes for the dead: hipper than hip
Principalpoop: hip is moving with the beat
Nabby: too hip for the womb
EWeston: Especially made for beginners
Nabby: we all enjoyed the show!
Principalpoop: i enjoyed it, thanks tween
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween
CS: good work as always, tween
DJTween: Always fun, folks :)
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tween
shoes for the dead: park It And Lock It!!!!!
Beet: Great evening. Thanks Tween. 'Bye everyone. C U next week.
Dexter Fong: And thanks too, Merlyn
Nabby: not responsible!
EWeston: But will there be respect in the morning. Ravishment Today!
Principalpoop: yes, M is the man
DJTween: Thanks much to Merlyn for the chat
Nabby: gnight each and every 1
Principalpoop: thank you ed, when will you skipe fong?
Dexter Fong: When I get a new PC
DJTween: Yeah Dexter, let's Skype sometime :)
Principalpoop: ok, as long as you are in the works hehe
EWeston: I hardly nose him
Dexter Fong: hehe hehe
Principalpoop: who among us has the cold nose?
||||||||| "Hey EWeston!" ... EWeston turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:37 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Dexter Fong: And who among us has a head cold
CS: frozen noses, csn - n
Principalpoop: i do, weather is getting cold here
Principalpoop: freeze your frozies and that will be fierce
CS: i try and avoid outside and it's not that bad yet
Principalpoop: the dog has a thick coat, he loves it, i need to bundle up
||||||||| DJTween is kicked out just as the clock strikes 10:39 PM.
||||||||| At 10:39 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: i guess that is the bus, everybody stay well, and warm, ciaoooo
||||||||| Principalpoop is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:40 PM.
||||||||| At 10:40 PM, Merlyn rushes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
CS: by poop
CS: warmth a priority
||||||||| At 10:43 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, CS!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Not Ed into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:47 PM, then departs.
Not Ed: I'm not really Ed
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| uhClem - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| greenmac - dead from the yaws
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "10:57 PM? 10:57 PM!!" says Catherwood, "dude should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as dude enters and sits at the bar.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 11:29 PM, then departs.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Am I on time tonight, Dear Freuds?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, some of you have asked how Flotsam and I are conducting our gay marriage! As i have said before, we sleep in separate beds, but we are quite devoted to each other in most every way. Flathead is an honorable devoted freud to myself and all who know him.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, I believe I just hear a scream... from our Irish landlady! She is still with us, ducking bullets, collecting rent, and providing a firewall for Flatsom and I against sycophants.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Freds, my apologies! After all those splendid years at Eton College, one would think that I would be quite immune from typographical errors and other such infelicities! "I" should be capitalized and "hear" should be "heard!" It must be Bernice again! Ha!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, My Dear Freuds, Jung people, and Adlers, It is quite late in London -- so late that it is morning! Ha! On behalf of Flatman and myself, I bid you all a good night!
||||||||| At 11:48 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 12:26 AM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| "12:54 AM? 12:54 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Ggg should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ggg enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ggg - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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
BSidney
Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Doctor Dog
Elayne
EWeston
ferretjoe
Fuquad
Glen
greenmac
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Merlyn
MMC
Nabby
Not Ed
Porgy
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Spudley Jellobrain
squeeze_the_wheeze
TheManWhoWouldBeFiresign
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ni-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatnoti.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://www.cafepress.com/firesign/5847671
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net



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