A Firesign Chat
11/14/2013




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 14, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween steps in at 7:57 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:00 PM and Captain Equinox bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Captain Equinox: ...and inside, it's delicious!
DJTween: Hi Captain
Captain Equinox: Hey, Tween!
Captain Equinox: I'm going to step away for a while, but leave the volume up
DJTween: The stream won't be started until sometime after 8:30pm EST, and will have no audio at the beginning
Captain Equinox: no worries - it's supper time - LET'S EAT!
DJTween: I'm going to try sending out the announcements earlier and see if we can get more people showing up on time
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:08 PM and bleepo bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
bleepo: Ahoy!
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Not Ed close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Captain Equinox: another grape?
DJTween: ** I'll start the music tonight a little after 8:35pm EST
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Megadon in through the front door at 8:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:19 PM, dragging Dr. Dog by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
Megadon: Sorry, I'm warming my mucklucks by the cellophane.
Dr. Dog: Hey watch out for my electrodes!
Megadon: Well, the next EMP is scheduled for 8;45p est,Dr. Dog. Be careful!
Megadon: ...and patented protected...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:36 PM and late as usual, it's Fuquad, just back from Funfun Town."
DJTween: ** The streams are up, if you want to get connected
||||||||| Hawkmoth enters at 8:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Music starts in less than a minute
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween enters at 8:42 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Fuquad: Lots of fun tonight!
Captain Equinox: Fun in FunFun Town!
||||||||| 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 EWeston disembarks at 8:44 PM.
DJTween: Hi Ed
EWeston: Hellooo, assume the position. I'm still on top here! Hey Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Clem in through the front door at 8:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'late', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:47 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
EWeston: Clemster traps are theoreticlly dissarmed..right?
Clem: Who's crinkling that cellophane?
EWeston: Der Shiftner swiped it!
Clem: Sure does get late early in these parts.
EWeston: But its nice out.
Clem: Let's leave it out!
late: lol, sometimes it doesn't apply, should pick some new name
late: everybody clap along now
||||||||| Merlyn bounds in at 8:51 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Clem: Now hold it, right there!
EWeston: Drink Shrinkwrap has a come hither air, heir.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:51 PM bus from California pulls away, leaving Der_Schnifter coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Der_Schnifter: been years since i heard this version of "Starship Trooper"
late: mark time be starship trooper tonight
EWeston: He's got the cellophane, get him!
||||||||| Dexter Fong enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
EWeston: Dex, yow.
Clem: Ah! Dr FONG!
Clem: Starship Trooper?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat inside, makes a note of the time (8:53 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Fuquad: Am Eye See Kay He Why Am Oh You As He?
Clem: Who let the CAT out?
DJTween: Yeah Der_Schnifter, this is from the album Yessongs, early 70's
Cat: I'm in now
Clem: Pick up your ques faster!
Megadon: ...just got done warming some things by the cellophane and I wondered, Clem, is this your bar of soap?
EWeston: And just in time
Dexter Fong: Hello! Dear Friends
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Hawkmoth - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: and hello! too toCapt., Cat, Clem, Tweeny EW, Merlyn et al
Der_Schnifter: ground control to Mark Time.
||||||||| 8:55 PM -- Fuquad left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
late: can you hear me, mark time?
Clem: I've got JAUNDICE?
EWeston: What's ground control grinding up these days
Der_Schnifter: Obamacare.
Clem: Now you keep it Sweet, Pete!
DJTween: Rick Wakeman played on the original Ziggy Stardust album
EWeston: Plenty of action there for all good droundlings
Captain Equinox: Kurt, do you have any Gentle Giant? I'm sure I'm not the only person here who likes them
||||||||| Catherwood leads doctecazoid in through the front door at 8:57 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Der_Schnifter: mainly on "Hunky Dory"
DJTween: and Hey Dexter, Cat and all :)
DJTween: Hi Doc
||||||||| doctecazoid departs at 8:57 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Cat: An early Doc
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
||||||||| Catherwood ushers doctecazoid in through the front door at 8:58 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: I like Gentle Giant very much
EWeston: The Doctor is shy?
DJTween: saw them live in AZ back in '75
Der_Schnifter: me too.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Are you CS, and if so, what are you doing in DC?
Captain Equinox: Great band!
doctecazoid: good evening
Clem: Doc Technical?
late: circuits dead, something's wrong
DJTween: Don't think have any GG digitized
: I saw GG too, love them
Captain Equinox: Bowie's Diamond Dogs has fome great Aynsley Dunbar drumming on it!
Cat: Yes, I'm using the Cat Name today because of the radio show
Cat: if anyone is listening to it.
doctecazoid: just got my ass handed to me in 9ball league
||||||||| cybermentsch steps in at 8:59 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Dexter Fong: and why are you in DC
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and squeeze_the_wheeze waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'shoes for the dead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Cat: I have a show called Freetime with the Catman
Der_Schnifter: i can send you some tweenie.
Cat: sorry to hear that, Doc
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 14, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Lor inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: Howdy
Clem: Squeeze The Wheeze! Welcome!
late: awesome
squeeze_the_wheeze: hi ya friends
EWeston: Lo Shoes Doctor
doctecazoid: i'm sulking in my car as i type this
Clem: Just reach above the bar there!
Dexter Fong: Cat: Why does Nino place you in Washington, D.C.?
Cat: I'm in North Van as always
||||||||| Lor leaves at 9:01 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..."
shoes for the dead: has me in Mi.
Dexter Fong: Not according to Nino =)
Cat: the radio station went live on Tuesday this week
EWeston: Better than sulking in space
Clem: ...right there next to the handy-dandy laminated Wild West Gunrack!
doctecazoid: wbile i am glad twen's show is being broadcast, i trust everyone here is aware of the new FT Rdio feed
||||||||| "9:02 PM? 9:02 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dr. Dog should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dr. Dog enters and sits on the couch.
Cat: you have the url, doc?
Dexter Fong: Off the couch Mr. Dog
Dr. Dog: doh sorry
Clem: Sit Boy!
doctecazoid: it is available via the FT home page as well as Shoutcast
Captain Equinox: woof!
Dexter Fong gives Dr. Dog a biscuit
Dr. Dog: oh no, that's very passe
||||||||| "9:03 PM? 9:03 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits in the comfy chair.
doctecazoid: shoutcast.com
Dexter Fong gives Dr. Dog an *organic* dog biscuit
EWeston: And the circle is complete
Cat: http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Dr. Dog: yum!
doctecazoid: search on "firesign theatre"
Principalpoop: sir elton toilet
||||||||| 9:04 PM: heyjudew jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Dr. Dog: organic groat biscuits
shoes for the dead: all circles are complete
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
EWeston: Flushing is fine...today
Principalpoop: spinning the bits
Captain Equinox: Sir Elton is unflushable.
Der_Schnifter: recent Gentle Giant (cover) performance. http://youtu.be/zl0ojPuAhKQ
doctecazoid: also there are links for listening via popular streaming players at:
Dr. Dog: all true paths lead through mountains
EWeston: On the semi circular settee
Cat: I used a little clip from Mark Time and some radio stuff on one of my shows
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from XM Radio - the MARK TIME episodes - 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 listen to/watch the XM Radio series at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/'
doctecazoid: http://firesigntheatre.com/frp.php
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Clem: Or you can wait here in the sitting room.
Principalpoop: i have not heard his new album, i hear elton and bernie taupin are at the top of their game
shoes for the dead: are your shows streamed or only local radio, Cat?
Cat: I was whistling in the Turner room, or was I turning in the Whistler Room?
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop, didn't notice your entrance
Rufus_T_Firetween: I thought Bernie Taupin had left us
doctecazoid: http://firesigntheatre.com/frp.php
Cat: streamed on Firesign Radio
Principalpoop: on that bbc america show, i only know what I heard
Cat: that was a quote from the Big Internet Broadcast of 1996
Principalpoop: the new radio works great, wow
EWeston: The wetted whistle is in for tuning, again.
Cat: its only been going for a few days. but it seems to work
Clem: Good Sound.
Principalpoop: whistling at whistlers mother, hubba hubba
doctecazoid: ossman wants me to stop playing DOMM cuts on radiofreeoz.com
Dr. Dog: I listened to big broadcast 76 just today
Cat: i agree, doc. people should tune into firesign radio to hear them
doctecazoid: so in the near future i will be switching to reruns of the stuff he and Peter did
Cat: i'm glad proctor returns to the radio station starting
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| cybermentsch - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i think all publicity is good, they must know about it to want more...imho
DJTween: Yeah, that cool Cat
Clem: Welp, I've gotta finish defoliating th' Victory Garden!
||||||||| Clem rushes off, saying "9:10 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Captain Equinox: THat's great news, doc!
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ''Bob'' into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:10 PM, then departs.
doctecazoid: and i have to slink back into the pool hall
Cat: I thought my shows would go on as I created them but actually the station starts with my 11th show, Bozo U
Principalpoop: good breaks
Dr. Dog: yep laters
Cat: so I don't know when whatever will be broadcast
||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Dr. Dog runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
doctecazoid: glad i could stop by briefly - even if we are on tape
Cat: bettter luck this time, doc
Principalpoop: i have to check, what year is it this time?
EWeston: Bye bye Doc
||||||||| 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'
doctecazoid: glad that FT Radio is off and running - thanks for tuning in
Dexter Fong: Later Doc
Cat: the xm shows were 2001
DJTween: yeah
Merlyn: bye doc
EWeston: Thursday for another 6 seconds
doctecazoid: y'all have a great evening - ttfn ttyl and all that - byyyeeeee
Principalpoop: ciao
||||||||| doctecazoid leaves to catch the 9:13 PM train to Funfun Town.
: glad that FT Radio is off and running - thanks for tuning in
Der_Schnifter: nothing like a chatroom with spam.
Principalpoop: big talk, from a cripple married to a lesbo
Cat: did you write that stuff, merl?
Der_Schnifter: what's one more lesbian?
DJTween: Sorry DS, you have to be a subscriber to see the ad-free version ;)
Principalpoop: a dog eat dog world
Merlyn: I wasn't listening, what's on cat
DJTween: actually, that wasn't supposed to be a notice, sorry
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from XM Radio - the MARK TIME episodes - 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 listen to/watch the XM Radio series at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/'
late: what? am i missing something important?
Cat: one of the mark times, bergman asks, "who wrote this stuff?"
Der_Schnifter: (thought i was already writing below?)
Merlyn: the time travel one, yes
EWeston: Any Blugbladder Beasts about?
shoes for the dead: and the script fails
Dexter Fong: What script?
Principalpoop: speak rhetorically and carry a big blaster
Cat: i'm doing a series of shows called Firesign & Friends and I'd like to use your stuff as one of the friends, Merl
Der_Schnifter: be good, y'all.
||||||||| Der_Schnifter departs at 9:17 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Cat: along with Harry Shearer and John Goodman, just not as famous
EWeston: Improvisation can only be used for good, or evil
Merlyn: go ahead, cat
Dexter Fong: EW: That's what it says in my copy of the script
shoes for the dead: missels impossible
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'dude', just granted probation at 9:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
EWeston: Good advice...maybe
DJTween: yo, dude...
Captain Equinox: start diggin'
Cat: i'm using Red Shift as the first in that series and the long interview with the producer of Mark Time, Steve Gillmour for another show
Cat: Martian Space Party should be in there too.
Cat: anopther Gilmour production
Principalpoop: did he do the girls too?
Merlyn: this bit was written by Ossman, cat
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Dexter Fong: Thanks Rufe
Dexter Fong: A little late but very eye catching
Principalpoop: rufu? no, rufus
Rufus_T_Firetween: Actually, I posted that earlier, Dex
EWeston: Rufage for everyone!
Dexter Fong: So you're just kinda spamming us?
Principalpoop: flotsom and jetsom
Merlyn: Proctor actually needed me to remind him what Bob Bunny was like
DJTween: I'm doing my best, Dex lol
EWeston: Not Flotsom and old sneaker?
Dexter Fong: Tween: I think Rufus can speak for himself
Cat: a bouncing bunny?
Merlyn: pop a wheelie, wob
Principalpoop: asprin and old lace
shoes for the dead: as you won't remember.........
Merlyn: just the general voice style
Merlyn: "gosh-wow sidekick kid"
Cat: Ossman told me he was thinking of the Pookah in Harvey
EWeston: Speaking to the skeptic still inside you
Principalpoop: harvey was the pookah
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| heyjudew - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: i have a little clip from that interview on the show that's online now but the whole interview is interrupted by fireworks.
Principalpoop: and how are you mister ahh hell, i forget his name, that character actor
Dexter Fong: Elisha Cook?
Principalpoop: resembled fred mertz, sorta
Cat: the garden of fear is a great title
Cat: there is a planet Mertz that mark Time visits
Merlyn: heh my left tesla coil
EWeston: Agnes Moorehead
Principalpoop: steve reed
shoes for the dead: Radio Prison!!
Dexter Fong: Ursala Andress
Principalpoop: bridget bardot
EWeston: Hello Kitty
Dexter Fong: Miaeu
shoes for the dead: Bjork
Cat: this is so much better recorded than the otherworld media cassette i have
Merlyn: ok, the next two episodes should be the time pirates I wrote
Dexter Fong: ABBA
EWeston: Kwel
Dexter Fong: QWELL!
EWeston: Cadabra Jones
Dexter Fong: Abra Spike
Principalpoop: basketball jones
Merlyn: a lot of Improvising too
EWeston: Everyone knew her as Nancy
Dexter Fong: That was her working title
EWeston: Good work, if you can find it
shoes for the dead: a working woman
Principalpoop: repeat itself
shoes for the dead: echo in here
EWeston: IS THERE AN ACHO IN HERE?
Dexter Fong: No, but there's an ancho in here
shoes for the dead: refection
EWeston: I'm not reprehensible!
Megadon: then reflection
Cat: good line about robin williams
Principalpoop: pause
EWeston: Ahhhh
shoes for the dead: paws
Principalpoop: i am prehensile
EWeston: The adanvantages of pesudopods are often overlooked
Principalpoop: the retro rockets
shoes for the dead: not posthensile?
Megadon: in a pretensile puddle of gloop
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Principalpoop: neohensile
EWeston: Parahensile
Principalpoop: just semihensile
Megadon: hensor tensors
EWeston: Sister to Hansile
shoes for the dead: grabby subject
Principalpoop: greata
Cat: and Peter Stenshoel too
DJTween: Elayne's not here yet, so I guess no live Skype :/
||||||||| 9:38 PM: Elayne jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Cat: and speaking of Elayne
late: omg
Principalpoop: her ears were burning
Dexter Fong: What d'''ya say now Tween
Merlyn: hi E
Elayne: Sorry I'm late. Trying and failing to balance checkbook.
Principalpoop: hi E
shoes for the dead: El? i thought they tore it down
EWeston: Good, choose time od day, Elayne
EWeston: What the El!
shoes for the dead: it's a new voice for hom!!
Merlyn: that line was supposed to be "what off earth is going on?"
EWeston: Delirious fun Merly
Cat: this guy can really write
Dexter Fong: lol
Principalpoop: argh argh argh
EWeston: Canadian?
Dexter Fong: Not a bhudist
shoes for the dead: Scotch
DJTween: Hey E
Principalpoop: penance
Dexter Fong: Thanks don't mind if I do
EWeston: Pass's the no true Buddist test?
Principalpoop: the zen a ts
EWeston: The sound of one hand typing
Cat: the reagan administration
Elayne: Hang on, did they just drop an "F: bomb?
Merlyn: rated PG now
Merlyn: bergman improvised
Dexter Fong: Satelite radio E
Elayne: Not used to hearing that from them, Dex.
Cat: what is this from?
Cat: oh itunes thing
Elayne: Oops, Tween! :)
Elayne: Don't worry, it's a very informal show. :)
shoes for the dead: i wore my tux
Dexter Fong: And I've still got my tails
EWeston: I've got an extra head, but don't tell it that
shoes for the dead: no, just paraniod, Dex
Cat: oh yes i used this on one of my shows
Elayne: Hey Cat, I notice you're Cat today! :)
Principalpoop: slaughtered chickens?
Cat: yes, to publicize the show
EWeston: No just debased
Cat: even though it's called Freetime with the Catman, that's too much to type
Dexter Fong: Dear Friends, Let's Eat! I believe
||||||||| Catherwood leads Fuquad in through the front door at 9:49 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: if we subscribed we can hear the cs episodes?
Cat: the first show with you has yet to appear. the network started with my 11th show. i guess whatever they think works
Cat: they have been experimenting with different length blocks of shows
Principalpoop: isn't that spelled tucks?
Principalpoop: here come the E, here come the E
Dexter Fong: is there an echo in here?
||||||||| Fr_Oblivious waltzes in at 9:52 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Merlyn: the manual podcasting list is at http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/list.php
EWeston: Du to doppler its now a D
''Bob'': Hey, it's Elaine! Haven't talked to her in... a decade?
Cat: the great Elayne voice
Principalpoop: it was cold here too, in the teens, brrrr, damn puberty again
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, Fuquad vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Cat: true, Tween
Merlyn: the XML podcasting link is at http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/index.php
EWeston: Recursive puberty is tiring
Cat: thatr would be fun too
Principalpoop: pedantic
||||||||| Nazi Goring steals in around 9:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
''Bob'': Came across some back issues of Firesignal when I moved last month. Good times.
Merlyn: I always complain when stars have too much first order correlation
Principalpoop: cool
EWeston: Your hormones will wear out!
Dexter Fong: Billions and billions of episodes
Cat: well put, El
Dexter Fong: I believe in Doc Mattah
Merlyn: These stars have too much first order correlation: http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Destination-moon-luna_8877.jpg
Principalpoop: i saw that it is ok to eat salt, unless your blood pressure is way too high already
Dexter Fong: If you put the salt on their tails they fall right over
Principalpoop: did she denigrate my good woo-woo?
Principalpoop: blasphemy
EWeston: Go dye first
Megadon: I believe in god the particle almighty, in his almighty field, and his almighty quantum foam...
Principalpoop: a wonderful voice
EWeston: Ramen
Dexter Fong: Deistic gastronomy
Principalpoop: flying spaghetti monster
Megadon: Let's eat!
EWeston: What ever fills the tummy
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
Megadon: Sounds like a plan
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Cat: that's terrible, el
Principalpoop: never admitted it? omg
Cat: yeah i'll get on next week
Principalpoop: skype skype skype skype
Cat: i'm waiting to get some feedback from my radio show
EWeston: Splurgie!
Principalpoop: give us more antidotes
Cat: always great to hear Elayne
Elayne: Thanks again, Tween!
Principalpoop: thank you E
Cat: plot is simple?
EWeston: Ditto and ditter!
shoes for the dead: mite be a while if we don't know when to listen, Cat
Captain Equinox: Mmmmmmm - Memory Loops.
Elayne: I'd agree with that estimation as well, Tween.
Merlyn: straightforward plot?
Cat: that is a problem, shoes. but if you listen to firesign theatre radio long enough, you'll hear my voice
Elayne: Yes Merlyn, it's a straightfoward Moebius strip. :)
Cat: i have no idea when i'll be on and that might be technical or they dont know yet. but 2 of my shows are in rotation, as they used to say in radio land
Elayne: I think this album was actually my introduction to Harry Shearer.
Elayne: Although I knew from Wolfman Jack beforehand. :)
EWeston: The Kline bottle was in the shop
Cat: really, el? you never heard the crediblity gap?
Principalpoop: robert kline on hbo?
Cat: they made a flick with proctor and bergman that is suitably obscure
Principalpoop: loop out
Elayne: Not until much later, Cat. I wasn't into comedy records at that time, remember, I discovered all that stuff 10-15 years later in college.
shoes for the dead: run on
Cat: gap were on krla shortly after the end of rfo, as i recall 1968
Cat: i have a tape of the gap as the 3 stooges which i think tween played, one of the funniest things i've ever heard
shoes for the dead: you are not in control
||||||||| Catherwood leads jtell inside, makes a note of the time (10:07 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: I maybe in a contrail, or a transom
Cat: jethro? how's the texas tea?
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:08 PM, dragging PissFest by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
PissFest: I forgot I had this - I'm regaining a piece of my teenhood!
EWeston: One leg?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Fr_Oblivious - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 10:10 PM: Chatto jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
shoes for the dead: you were a teen hood?
Dexter Fong: What a decade!!!!!
||||||||| 10:10 PM -- jtell left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Captain Equinox: a flat top and his choice of newspapers
EWeston: With either one leg, or three?
Chatto : you wry hood, you
Elayne: What's a newspaper, Captain E?
Principalpoop: the swinging 60s?
Cat: you're the only one here who remembers them, dex
Dexter Fong: Ahardcopy blog E
Cat: lol dex
Elayne: Good lord, they got the Oil Wars thing right.
Principalpoop: first of the oil wars, business improved, interest declined
Elayne: Those were Somali pirate raids, right?
Rufus_T_Firetween: no doubt, Elayne
Chatto : which one :/ is that five counting from "a"
shoes for the dead: pirate raids
DJTween: oops, forgot the banner
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “HOW TIME FLYS” - 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/daoshowtifl.html'
Dexter Fong: E: Some were Ali's others, not so much
Elayne: They were absolutely the Empty '80s
Principalpoop: and the naughty 90s
Cat: Somali pirates keep on pirating. So do Chinese copiers
Elayne: Ah, a government shutdown
DJTween: The Naughty Nineties, featuring President Bill
EWeston: Brought down by consentual sex, amazing thing
Cat: not exactly down
Dexter Fong: Consentual sex should get you up
Dexter Fong: it's tweeny
shoes for the dead: Mon, went down
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln
Principalpoop: they worried about monica instead of planes ramming into the trade center and pentagon...
Rufus_T_Firetween: Read about the cast there
EWeston: Not exactly up either. Time for a handy pocket dimension I think
Dexter Fong: or a small balck hole
Elayne: "It's a government job though, and they're hard to find..."
Dexter Fong: black
Rufus_T_Firetween: Quite true, P
Chatto : more sugar is bad for you
EWeston: Contractors is a hirin
Chatto : that's the one where I explain how Jesus is Lucifer, Legba opens the door, Ganesh organizations overcome her obstacles, open up crossroads as the crown of the dark tree, the elephant as mulhadara ... or perhaps you need to know the interface like your burning fading roses. for south of the border in the lines of death, the mirror of qlipoth are shattering pots filled with grave earth....
Principalpoop: is that racist fong?
Chatto : it's sort of the opposite of twirling your Chacras
||||||||| 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 uhClem plummets into the garden at 10:18 PM.
Dexter Fong: Poop: I don't think I used the *N* word
Principalpoop: the balck people might be upset
Chatto : it's more like colorist
Dexter Fong: Poop: They should go balck to the Balkans
Cat: a hole of the coloured persuasion
EWeston: Can a chacra do an emilman?
Chatto : i'm quite black and not very upset. it's only my heart chakra bleeding
Dexter Fong: Can a Chacra do an Immelman without losing critical attitude
Principalpoop: my roses are burning and fading, ouch
EWeston: Ahh the blahs
Chatto : nobody doesn't want to be a frozen parking lot
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "10:20 PM and late as usual, it's Nabby, just back from Billville."
Chatto : now that's a roll and a half
Cat: must be doc tech playing pool in the background
Principalpoop: listening to how time flies at the link above chatto?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
shoes for the dead: Hey nabby
Chatto : OMG there's 360s everywhere
Nabby: Hey shoes
Nabby: hi everyone
EWeston: We hide our zeppilins under frozen parking lots
Dexter Fong: I love the background sound of a pool game in the enlisted men's game room
Chatto : I only read good books
Cat: looks real, dont he?
Principalpoop: at ease
Elayne: I want to be in the Active Duty Retirement Corps
EWeston: He's turning over!
Chatto : as soon as I find my damn Zepplin I can relax
late: panormaland 2000!
Principalpoop: panorama land
EWeston: We're making ours out of ice.
Elayne: Is the London Eye there?
Chatto : I asked for unleaded
Dexter Fong: 2000
Cat: the forgotten Marx brother
late: nope - panaramaland 2000!
DJTween: So Cat, you want to get on Skype next week and talk about the new station?
Elayne: I love "Walt's Dead Now Enterprises"
Principalpoop: all rights reserved
EWeston: He became an actor agent.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 10:23 PM, dragging dw by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Cat: i'll skype but i dont know how much i'll know by then. at least its on the air and i have a couple hours daily
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln
Principalpoop: dog wants out brb
Cat: though which hours they are and which of the 20 hours of shows i sent will be played, and when, i am uninformed
EWeston: Good puppy
shoes for the dead: Frenk You!
late: he broke the president?
Captain Equinox: Anyone have the model from the original vinyl release?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Megadon - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Nazi Goring - dead from jaundice
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: hopefuly i'll sell a few solar panels
late: zeppline!
Rufus_T_Firetween: I sold my copy, CaptE :/
Merlyn: they invented steampunk
Rufus_T_Firetween: Was good to see that they already had a sponsor, Cat
Cat: i think the sponsor came first, the station later.
EWeston: The Rat was also Steam Punk
Chatto : it was a dutde in a... sharkskin suit
Nabby: good stuff cat & thanks
Cat: what could be more fun than compiling and playing firesign?
Elayne: Wow, they predicted Garbage Island as well.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Sounds like fun indeed, Cat :)
Elayne: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_garbage_patch
Nabby: indeed
Chatto : be back I have to go toot with lil suzy
Rufus_T_Firetween: Yeah Elayne. They're talking about a Texas-sized garbage area in the Pacific
Rufus_T_Firetween: You beat me to it
Chatto : be well ladles and Germans
late: oh god his voice
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:29 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Chatto by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
EWeston: Bye Chatto
Rufus_T_Firetween: You too, Chatto
Cat: by chatto
Cat: i read an article today about a dutch teenager who found out a way to get rid of garbage island.
Cat: http://isupportorganic.blogspot.ca/2013/11/19-year-old-develops-ocean-cleanup-array.html#DlsfEFO0zthD68TB.01
EWeston: I've heard of many kid launched ideas that were very good
DJTween: put into a landfill?
Dexter Fong: Does it involve anti-gravity?
EWeston: Shure it'll be a lot of laughs
Dexter Fong: That's gravity, not gravitas
Cat: http://isupportorganic.blogspot.ca/2013/11/19-year-old-develops-ocean-cleanup-array.html#DlsfEFO0zthD68TB.01
Cat: doesnt seem to be loading
late: big floating garbage trucks
Rufus_T_Firetween: That's really cool, Cat
EWeston: Not dark energy either, I guess
Cat: i seem to have been disconnected.
Dexter Fong: From what?
Nabby: multiple rebendables
DJTween: Elayne, that's where all the dark matter went!
Dexter Fong: Nab: It's Revendables
shoes for the dead: NSA
Nabby: from whom?
Nabby: oh thank you dexter
Dexter Fong: Reverend Revendable
Cat: circuits and circus
DJTween: The missing matter is garbage!
Cat: they loved playing with that
Dexter Fong: circuitous
EWeston: Its had an emotional reaction and disconnect from matter
Captain Equinox: voila!
EWeston: Estranged is the word I wanted
Dexter Fong: I've had an emotional disconnect from emotinal matters
Dexter Fong: emotional
Cat: i love bergman's reaction there
DJTween: ** Next week - TV OR NOT TV
EWeston: Emo tinal, a new concept
Nabby: ensqualmed
Nabby: great tween!
Captain Equinox: embalmed
Cat: he is so used to getting his way, he is astonished that anyone would contradict him
Principalpoop: back, and which is it? make up your mind tweeny
Dexter Fong: *Actually I meant reactional matters....(sigh)
||||||||| Beet enters at 10:38 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Dexter Fong: Hey Beet
Principalpoop: we are listening to the loops beet
Beet: I suppose better late than never?
EWeston: Involving the energy release of electrical bonds
Dexter Fong: Not so much
Cat: did you know that wolfman was younger than ossman?
EWeston: Something involving a lamp post and crossing a seal with a shetland pony?
Beet: I just woke up (literally and figuratively).
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
Dexter Fong: Thaat's because when he was lon Chaney, he didn't age
Nabby: man i like this record
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dw - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
late: what a hole
EWeston: Your together this time of day then
Principalpoop: this could smell the end to civilization as we know it
Nabby: Ion Chaney?
Elayne: "Now on a reduced power basis..." I love that whole subplot of there being no money left
EWeston: Theoretically this could smell the end
Beet: One of my faves. A mesterpiece.
Cat: good point, el
Dexter Fong: Ion & Bosun Chaney, a matched pair if there ever was one
Beet: masterpiece
Cat: except for entertainment
EWeston: Meisterpiece
Nabby: great team
||||||||| 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'
Principalpoop: and face shooting uncle dick chaney
late: farm out!
EWeston: Right Arm!
late: where the hell did wman jack come from?
Nabby: another direction
Dexter Fong: ready on the Right!]
EWeston: Geary Owens is ther too
Principalpoop: the serene mood, the lack of comprehension
shoes for the dead: radio in mexico
DJTween: The end of the world all over again!
DJTween: (the black hole time loop)
Rufus_T_Firetween: late >> ** Read about “HOW TIME FLYS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln
Cat: old fashioned zep implies there are new ones
Nabby: we're doomed
Dexter Fong: Cat: Space ship Al could tell us a lot more about Zeps
EWeston: The new ones use water as a lifting gas
DJTween: well, yeah...
shoes for the dead: 11:58
DJTween: and, back to the beginning...
Principalpoop: loop out
late: you are in black hole - again
Beet: In and out the blacl hole
late: what a bummer
Nabby: round and round
shoes for the dead: run off
Captain Equinox: I did!
Nabby: thank you tween
Dexter Fong: Thanks very much to Tweeny
Elayne: Thanks Tween, that was fun! I gotta go folks, see you next week!
Dexter Fong: Ha Ha
||||||||| Elayne hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Elayne?! It's 10:45 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: gratitude to tween, applause for the radio M
Captain Equinox: Thanks loads, Kurt!
Principalpoop: thanks for the talk E
DJTween: yw all :)
Beet: Nice to be here even for a few minutes. I'll be on time next week. Nite all.
EWeston: Grate fun!
late: thanks man
Principalpoop: ciao beet
Dexter Fong: Yes indeed Poop, thanks to R. Merlyn
Nabby: bye bye beet
Cat: you're doing great work here, tween
Captain Equinox: Til next week - bye, all!
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Nabby: later cappy
Principalpoop: fuck rufus and the horse he rode in on, he annoys me, but tween is great
Dexter Fong: Night Capt>
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop: Rufus does all the heavy lifting and Tweeny takes the credit...fuck you
Principalpoop: salute cappy
Captain Equinox: God Night, and Good Bless you!
Nabby: achoo!
Principalpoop: is that right fong? but rufus still annoys me
EWeston: The space time discontiuity is tugging at my ankules again, I think I be gone, by all.
Merlyn: thanks again tween
Captain Equinox: Geseundheit
Dexter Fong: Poop: No accounting for taste
Principalpoop: ok weston, we have your number
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| At 10:48 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| "10:48 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Nabby: likewise i'm sure
Merlyn: if anyone needs more Firesign, just go to firesigntheatre.com and listen to the stream -- IP into the stream
||||||||| EWeston leaves to catch the 10:49 PM train to Billville.
Principalpoop: looks like the bus, everyone keep warm, ciaooo
Nabby: whoops away!
||||||||| Merlyn says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Merlyn exits at 10:49 PM.
Cat: looks like the radio site is showing what shows its playing.
Dexter Fong: I'll be checking out the radio shows tomorrow Cat
Cat: looks like one of my shows is up next, called History Show.
Cat: enjoy them when you can find them, dex
Dexter Fong: Thanks and grats Cat
Dexter Fong: and night to all and see all next week
Cat: see you here next week
||||||||| Dexter Fong rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Dexter Fong?! It's 10:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Cat scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Cat?! It's 10:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 11:09 PM: Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| "11:09 PM? 11:09 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ben Bland should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ben Bland enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| uhClem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Principalpoop - dead from jaundice
||||||||| PissFest - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
bleepo: I missed something somehow...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello again, Dear Freuds! Flotsam and I arrived home a bit earlier following a most pleasant evening with our good friends, Mr. Danger and Mr. Rococo.
||||||||| Ben Bland leaves at 11:12 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..."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We intend to invite each and every one of our Firesign friends over our to our comfortable Flat in London -- that means you all!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You are all invited!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, tonight we are determined to retire early as our old friends, Violet and Frank shall be spending the weekend with us here in London.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) rushes off, saying "11:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bleepo - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 11:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ha, Ha!
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) leaves to catch the 11:30 PM train to Billville.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Chatto in through the front door at 11:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Chatto : phew. that was small pink and tight. but I escaped.
Chatto : yes, the three pigs let me go
Chatto : I am hardly lupine
Chatto : sigh
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| Catherwood ushers General Defective inside, makes a note of the time (12:03 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
General Defective: I agree, sigh
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Chatto - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| General Defective runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's General Defective?! It's 12:11 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Captain Equinox', just granted probation at 1:48 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Captain Equinox: Groat cakes again!
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
bleepo
''Bob''

Captain Equinox
Cat
Chatto
Clem
Der_Schnifter
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
Dr. Dog
Elayne
EWeston
Fuquad
General Defective
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Megadon
Merlyn
Nabby
PissFest
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_garbage_patch
http://firesigntheatre.com/frp.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=htf-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/podcasting/list.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/xmradio/
http://isupportorganic.blogspot.ca/2013/11/19-year-old-develops-ocean-cleanup-array.html#DlsfEFO0zthD68TB.01
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/daoshowtifl.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://static.tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pub/images/Destination-moon-luna_8877.jpg
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://youtu.be/zl0ojPuAhKQ



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