A Firesign Chat
11/21/2013




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 21, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:06 PM, dragging DJTween by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Ralph sashays in at 8:39 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:40 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Hello Ralph
||||||||| 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 Megadon plummets into the garden at 8:40 PM.
Ralph: Howdy Rufus
DJTween: Streams are up, audio in a minute or so
DJTween: Hi Megadon
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:41 PM and uhClem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Megadon: Oh! Is this a coy pond?
Ralph: This is all new to me...... I own TV on vinyl since it was new, but it's a bit out of circulation of late........
Ralph: and where did I get this doorknocker?
DJTween: It's available on CD now
||||||||| 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)'
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:42 PM, dragging ferlingetty by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: TV can be purchased at - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet inside, makes a note of the time (8:43 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Ferlin
DJTween: Hi Beet
Beet: Acutely on time tonight. Howdy everyone. Happy Thursday.
DJTween: Happy Thursday to you as well :)
Beet: The Sounds Of Santana
Ralph: may have to simultrack CNN on JFK, for the sake of variety.......
ferlingetty: I can vouch for myself. Saw TV or Not TV in Chicago front row center way back when.
DJTween: A few tunes from Abraxas
DJTween: Wow, cool Ferlin :)
||||||||| Outside, the 8:45 PM downtown bus from Somerville pulls away, leaving Bubala coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Bubala
Beet: I used to have 4-channels of this and the sounds actually went around you. Very cool.
DJTween: A quad mix eh? Nice
Ralph: YES! I own Bozos in Quad
DJTween: eeeeew cool :)
Megadon: Sorry, I had to prepare this fish from the pond... it was big and it was walking...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:46 PM and Mick waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: _that_ I would love to hear
Beet: How do you play it?
DJTween: Hi Mick
||||||||| "8:46 PM? 8:46 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cptbutton should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cptbutton enters and sits on the couch.
DJTween: Was it the biggest it had ever seen, Don?
Ralph: I think the 4/speaker rig I had has evaporated by now
DJTween: Hi Button
Cptbutton: Where am I?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:47 PM, dragging Anton Globner by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
DJTween: You are here, Player
DJTween: Hi Anton
Ralph: many busy executives ask me......
Beet: Wherever you go, here you are
Megadon: It was, Tween, and it shone brighter than the sun at the center of the earth!
Cptbutton: I'm looking for the Same Old Place.
DJTween: Right around back, here's the key
Megadon: Can't get there from here.
Anton Globner: The old Sz.e place?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with JoeBeets close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Cptbutton: /me brushes the cornstarch off of his shoulders.
Ralph: this is tiime warp to the nth and then some!!! sfc
DJTween: Hi Joe
JoeBeets: Howdy folks and fiends
DJTween: Cptbutton, in this HTML chat, starting the message with a colon : has the same affect as /me in IRC
Beet: Hey, Joe
DJTween: *effect
Ralph: ir irc
Ralph: or, you could sit in the waiting room......
Beet: This be some fine stuff.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:52 PM and late as usual, it's reagen, just back from Hellmouth."
Cptbutton wonders if that really works.
Beet Looks like it does.
Ralph: uh, uhClem is here
||||||||| 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 Bosco Hearn gets out at 8:53 PM.
JoeBeets: I'm taking off my shoes
||||||||| At 8:54 PM, reagen runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
DJTween: Hi Bosco
Cptbutton: Shoes for Industry!
DJTween: Hi Clem
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:54 PM and late waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Ralph: set them to dry over here by the cellophane?
JoeBeets: Hello, Woodrow...
||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:55 PM, then departs.
JoeBeets: Shoes for the dead!
Cptbutton: Mr. uhClem, please report to the hospitality chelter.
DJTween: Hey Cat, Phong
Megadon: For industry
Cat: Ah, Santana
Beet: This Mr. uhClem seems really popular
DJTween: Yeah, some stuff from Abraxas
Beet: Hi, Cat
||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Megadon: Someone just interupted my cable signal and said "snot"? What gives?
DJTween: Cat, you want to talk about the radio station on Skype later?
Beet: When Carlos had major chops
DJTween: Hi CE
Ralph: well, you can count on us to be there!
JoeBeets: this is the same stuff I was smoking back when they disappeared the high school...
Cptbutton: Industry! Agriculture! Sac-Ri-Fice!
Ralph: And if we're lucky, in the future....
Captain Equinox: One of the first times Carlos played that solo.
Captain Equinox: Hi Tween!
JoeBeets: Eat it!!!
Ralph: ......we won't have to deal with questions like yours, EVER again. Thank you.
DJTween: That's the spirit we want...
Captain Equinox: He's been playing that same solo since 68, getting pretty good at it these days.
JoeBeets: Eat it raw!!!
Ralph: RAW
Megadon: Raw! Raw raw raw!
Dexter Fong: Evening Capt., Cat, Beet, Tween et al
Cat: I hope people are listening to Firesign Theatre Radio
Ralph: gladly
Beet: Hi, Dex
Megadon: Oh yeah
Ralph: Greg Rolie
JoeBeets: now hold it up to the light
Megadon: We can't talk here...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and docfiresign bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Captain Equinox: Hey Dex
Cptbutton: Hi dexter. Come on out of the corn starch and dry your mutlucks by the fire.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Beet: Firesign Radio is great. Some bits I haven't heard before. A great service, thanks.
Ralph: cool!
DJTween: Hi Dr.Fire
Cat: Another doc?
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, November 21, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Megadon: I have to go look for my script. back soon
Captain Equinox: Louie's!
JoeBeets: 10am
Ralph: Live radio theater???????
Cat: It's sort of like what Tween does here, only 24/7
||||||||| shoes for the dead tiptoes in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Cat: Nothing live about it. Not even Bergman
||||||||| Catherwood leads Principalpoop into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:01 PM, then departs.
Ralph: jc........
DJTween: Hey P
Beet: I lesten while brushing teeth, etc. A whole new addition to my routine.
shoes for the dead: howdy
Cptbutton rounds up some consumers.
Principalpoop: yeehaw
JoeBeets: hi shoes
Cptbutton: Hi shoeas
DJTween: Hi shoes
Cat: FTR had been playing a couple of radio shows from the Duke of Madness Motors collection which every fireign fan should have anyway
Cat: also the first album and a couple of my shows
shoes for the dead: Hi Poop
Beet: Hi shoes, Poop
Principalpoop: are you oxfords wingtips or what?
Cat: Definitely needs more listeners, solar panel customers
shoes for the dead: heard one of your shows twice so far, Cat
JoeBeets: clown shoes?
Principalpoop: dockers
Cat: yes it's a 7 hour playlist so my 2 hours are repeated more than 3 times in a day
Beet: My favorite is Hexercise with Alister Crowley
shoes for the dead: indinesian resoles
||||||||| "I'm going to The Chapel" says Cptbutton, and leaves.
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:04 PM, dragging Lt_Bradshaw by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
Principalpoop: indonesia for the indonesians
DJTween: Hi Bradshaw
Beet: Hey Bradshaw
Principalpoop: ava and the snifter
||||||||| 9:05 PM -- Cptbutton enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Beet: Welcome back
Ralph: ah yes, Veteran's Day
Principalpoop: that is dubbed
Captain Equinox: Honk honk
Principalpoop: the voice of tween
Lt_Bradshaw: Greetings
Ralph: Dear friends,
JoeBeets: woo hoo!
ferlingetty: SNOT!!! There's some SNOT on my forehead!!!
Beet: Where's that porno?
Principalpoop: hehe he said prono channel hehe
Ralph: LOL
JoeBeets: that's snot funny and everyone nose it, ferlingetty
JoeBeets: nazi Goring is so great
Principalpoop: your nose must be upside now, must be hell in rain
Principalpoop: upside down even
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Proctor & Bergman’s “TV OR NOT TV” - 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/prbetvornott.html'
JoeBeets: the song, not the nazi
Principalpoop: next to his gun and balloons
shoes for the dead: nasi goreng means fried rice in Indonesian
Cat: Fried rice in Indonesian
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
Principalpoop: clark cable, the reproducer here at 85
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| docfiresign - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Anton Globner - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Mick - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Bubala - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: one of my favourite indonesian dishes, and i don't eat rice
shoes for the dead: it's Really Good, too
Principalpoop: clitoria
Cat: most indo feed is WAY too spicy for me
JoeBeets: tell of vision! tell of vision!
Cptbutton: In case you didn't know part of Everything You Know is Wrong was based on fact, sort of.
Cptbutton: https://plus.google.com/+MarkoBosscher/posts/CKHAZHNQ9nc
DJTween: You don't eat rice, Cat?
Principalpoop: ahh the dog wants out, i have should have done that before I started, brb
shoes for the dead: not for me, but i was there a while
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and George Leroy Tirebiter waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cat: Real Good Solar, your choice for solar panels and Firesign sponsors
DJTween: That cool, captbutton
Cat: no my body refused to tolerate rice one day in 1987. unfortunately i was still living in Japan at the time
DJTween: Didn't know that
DJTween: Hi George
||||||||| Catherwood escorts regnad kcin into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Bosco Hearn Again. sashays in at 9:12 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Yeah, would be hard to find dishes in Japan which didn't include at least some rice
DJTween: Hi Regnad, Bosco Again
Cat: gohan means rice as well as food in general
Bosco Hearn Again.: Hey DJ
JoeBeets: der pepper!
DJTween: I can see that, Cat, as rice is really the base of their diet
||||||||| 9:14 PM: elpoptart jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
Cat: i like the idea of meat as a condiment
JoeBeets: that a jerk with a thumb should have such power
DJTween: Hi tart
Cat: good catch, joe
elpoptart: yo
Dexter Fong: ho
Cat: hi pop
shoes for the dead: l.p. opt art
regnad kcin: syug ih
Cptbutton: Dexter> You can't talk to me like that!
Dexter Fong: Regnad: you should be warned that anyone logging in with your name...everything that is typed is reversed...just a little quirk
Dexter Fong: Cpt B: I can talk to me any way I choose!
JoeBeets: I hope it repeats if for me, because I'm on drugs
Cptbutton: There was a Regnad Kcin reference in one of SPI's space wargames in the 1970s.
regnad kcin: intresting be should this ha
Lt_Bradshaw: Thers's not enough room in this dress for both of us
JoeBeets: thanks, bosco!!!
Cptbutton: BattleFleet Mars I think.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'shwonline', just granted probation at 9:18 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi shw
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'PissFest', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts PorridgeBird in through the front door at 9:19 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
PissFest: poor devils
DJTween: Lids of tizzard meat?
shwonline: howdy! I always manage to miss these by about 5 minutes. Not THIS time!
DJTween: Hi PF, PB
JoeBeets: lol
PorridgeBird: Hiya!
Cptbutton: A fake historical quote from Regnad Kcin of the University of Twoplaces, Alpha Centauri
JoeBeets: pow!
PissFest: ello
Cat: peter bergman has returned from the dead?
Cptbutton: I've forgotten the key!
Cat: now the firesign can reuniute, just like python
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat starts officially at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
shoes for the dead: only one show, tho
Cat: maybe more
Principalpoop: welcome aboard cirque internationaaaaal
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'pizbot', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:21 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
Principalpoop: back
DJTween: Hi bot
PorridgeBird: You mean we need to Mark Time?
JoeBeets: oh, i'm sure they'll tape it. John Cleese needs money!!!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Bill', just granted probation at 9:21 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Bill
Cptbutton thinks there is something fishy about the butler.
Cat: i suspect they all do, joe
Bill: hiya
Lt_Bradshaw: Probably a pisces
shoes for the dead: hi Bill
elpoptart: O_o i dont think im mesed up enough for this
Cat: one time austin was here, someone asked him if the firesign would ever tour again. he said only if they needed the money
DJTween: Catherwood, please serve everyone fish
||||||||| Catherwood gets everyone fish.
JoeBeets: Mother of cod!
Cat: i suspect that's relavent to python as well
Megadon: My warm nose was in anudder bush
Dexter Fong: Catherwood, thanks for the fish
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Dexter Fong
Principalpoop: sure you are poptart, everybody is
Megadon: ...another sample test...
Beet: Do we get loaves with our fish?
||||||||| Around 9:23 PM, PorridgeBird walks off into the sunset...
Cat: as long as it wasnt named george, meg
Dexter Fong: Why does the Prridge Bird walk into the sunset?
Cptbutton forgot to ask why he lays his eggs in the air.
Principalpoop: cheesey jeesey
elpoptart: i suppose, cant be sober on a fucked up train
ferlingetty: ...or buy the president...some hash!
Principalpoop: all you really need to know
JoeBeets: lobove songs
DJTween: Proctor said in his interview here that this is based on a real Russian romance he had
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bosco Hearn Again. - dead from the common cold
||||||||| George Leroy Tirebiter - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: unless it's a coltrane
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
DJTween: true, Cat
Principalpoop: keep cool, but care
Dexter Fong: Wow! Both Boscos get the cold
JoeBeets: this is a great song, and Phil sings it so great
||||||||| "9:25 PM? 9:25 PM!!" says Catherwood, "''Bob'' should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ''Bob'' enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTween: Too much Bosco
DJTween: Hi Bob
Dexter Fong: Not enough Marmite
Megadon: Can't wait to get "Marching to Shibboleth"
Dexter Fong: Meg: Don't wiat, start Marking Time now!!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'mutthead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:26 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
shoes for the dead: Moscow mammaries
DJTween: Hi mutt
Principalpoop: oh you just have to wait, songs don't come easy, its a game of give and take
Dexter Fong: wof! woof! mutthead
JoeBeets: great stuff
Megadon: insert here
Principalpoop: insert here
Beet: Can't figure out where to insert my card
Megadon: #error 401#
Principalpoop: channel 85s opinions to the contrary
Cat: all the usual places, beet
Cptbutton did a Megatokyo/Firesign crossover once. Once.
PissFest: Tobor!
Principalpoop: learning to live with cybots, something and drones
JoeBeets: do not put magnets on our nuts or bolts
Cptbutton: They're performing experiments in space!
Principalpoop: never point a robot toward the Sun
JoeBeets: lol
Dexter Fong: Rotonoto prgrammed for female defense
Principalpoop: be fair, we are not programmed for defense
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Principalpoop: we take drugs pretty seriously at our house too
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JoeBeets: we take drugs pretty seriously at our house too
Principalpoop: Miss Information
shoes for the dead: not to be taken lightly either
DJTween: This definitely one of my favorite skits of their
elpoptart: who does that female voice?
Principalpoop: ecology, means echo
DJTween: and The Glue It Yourself Show from Boom
JoeBeets: Hi Bob B!
DJTween: Sounds like Bergman, elpoptart
ferlingetty: Pete is Mz. Information
Principalpoop: everything bounces off everything else, like in the game
Cptbutton waves as he goes out to meet Nancy under the dwarf maples.
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Principalpoop: that is enough rufus, why are you directing people to link away from the chat now?
JoeBeets: Hey DJTween, have you played Roller Maidens recently on this show?
elpoptart: sacre merde
Principalpoop: once in a while is ok, but not constantly
JoeBeets: What is this "Face Book" of which he speaks?
Rufus_T_Firetween: Catherwood, please tell PrincP to put a sock in it
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Rufus_T_Firetween and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
Beet: I think it's a book with faces in it.
Principalpoop: the cursor all over again, i miss llan
Megadon: Hey, he broke the president!
JoeBeets: ohh icy
Principalpoop: here is nazi
||||||||| Catherwood enters with UhClem close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
JoeBeets: Please don't break the president, he's the only one we have
JoeBeets: he's never boring!!!!
DJTween: I've invited him back several times P, to no avail :/
shoes for the dead: i liked this vid
Megadon: Oh, Nozi Goering!
DJTween: Maybe you could email him?
Principalpoop: i go exploring
DJTween: Hi Clem
JoeBeets: one of the coolest songs ever in FST history
UhClem: Love this album.
DJTween: It really is well done :)
PissFest: sounds like a Bonzos song
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “TV OR NOT TV” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=ton
Principalpoop: he must be busy, leave him be,
Beet: The more I hear it the better it gets.
Megadon: Rawlinson End, anyone?
UhClem: Hi y'all
JoeBeets: everybodys got a gorilla inside them
Principalpoop: i canj't listen to reason
Principalpoop: hey ahhh, clem
UhClem: It _does_ sound like the bonzos
Beet: Hey, Clem
UhClem: and I'll bill you later
PissFest: i'll bill ya later
Principalpoop: you're easy watching on 85
JoeBeets: test
PissFest: Youth Wants It Now!
shoes for the dead: Jammed!!!
Principalpoop: youth wants it now
UhClem: this error claxon is one of my ringtones
Principalpoop: no more school
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mutthead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Cptbutton - dead from the common cold
||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from The Plague
||||||||| shwonline - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bill - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: give us our vote
DJTween: kewl
JoeBeets: KID X and the US KIDS!!!
Principalpoop: oh tween, don't change because of me, I was just yanking your chain, my goodness
JoeBeets: no more school
JoeBeets: give us our vote
DJTween: heheh P
JoeBeets: dump children's comissioner minsk!
Principalpoop: doing what I say? send me money tween hehe
Beet: How did Rococco get in here?
Principalpoop: we're on, I just saw myself
JoeBeets: probably slid under the door, that sleazy weasel
Principalpoop: what have I done?
JoeBeets: i, ii, iii
Principalpoop: do the Hun, come on Hon
ferlingetty: Who wrote these additional lyrics???
Principalpoop: hand me the catsup bottle
Beet: Tell a vision
JoeBeets: tell of vision!
JoeBeets: et tu pluto?
shoes for the dead: 57 wounds!
Principalpoop: you throw a salad on caesar?
Beet: catsup makes him bleed from 57 wounds. hehe
Ralph: stranger than fiction.... http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/JFKmeyerM.htm
PissFest: The definitive version
Lt_Bradshaw: time to give up this day
shoes for the dead: God's way of hurting us
elpoptart: riteon riteon
Principalpoop: insert here
JoeBeets: my charge card just ran out
ferlingetty: This IS a good one!
Principalpoop: train my voice
Cat: i am having problems with skype
ferlingetty: NOw do your Ahhhhh and Uhhhhh excercises.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DOMM “Being On Radio Is More Fun Than Watching TV”- 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 Duke Of Madness Motors at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
Beet: Hey, I can get a job in radio now.
Principalpoop: ahhhhh
Principalpoop: urrrrr
Beet: uuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh
Principalpoop: uhhhh
Principalpoop: girls fast and funny
Principalpoop: in twilight softness
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
Principalpoop: wb rufus, give us a kiss
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: lool
Rufus_T_Firetween: all is forgiven, P ;)
Principalpoop: D)
Principalpoop: oops
shoes for the dead: God in his whiz-dumb
Principalpoop: excuse me dear friends
Beet: Is this a bromance we're witnessing?
Principalpoop: don''t be jealous beet, i still love you too
Beet: I was worried, thanks
Principalpoop: you cannot say dick or peter, or screwing around
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| pizbot - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: This is from the 'Syndicated' Dear Friends shows
DJTween: Can't find any info on the exact date
Principalpoop: just jiving
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 ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
Rufus_T_Firetween: just shucking
Cat: good point, tween
Beet: So if your shoes fit, no fantasies?
Principalpoop: overtight shoes send chi for sexual fantasies
Principalpoop: i wear women's shoes, want to fight about it?
Beet: Time to go shopping, I guess.
shoes for the dead: 10/18/70, Tween
DJTween: Thanks, Shoes
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
DJTween: Yeah Beet, they all sorts of good FST stuff there
Beet: I was talking about shopping for too-tight shoes. I already have DOMM
Cat: this was a very creative period for the guys
Principalpoop: i thought he was talking about buying tight shoes, but ok
Principalpoop: and he was, what do I win?
Principalpoop: Jawey?
DJTween: I was talking about the cafepress
shoes for the dead: you win the Bag, Poop
Cat: i thought you were talking about 1970
DJTween: all the neat FST memorabilia they have there :)
Beet: Does anyone know what anyone is talking about?
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol Cat
elpoptart: huh?
DJTween: What?
Beet: I start to feel religious any time I hear that music.
DJTween: It is 'inspirational', isn't it?
Principalpoop: you noisy bastard
shoes for the dead: i worked for the senseless bureau in 2010
shoes for the dead: it went a lot like this
Principalpoop: do not count foyers
DJTween: The French licked Indiana?
Principalpoop: the eye of light is looking right through you
DJTween: must have been a big tongue
shoes for the dead: i had to ask what sex they were
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Proctor and Bergman’s new CD release of 1978’s “GIVE US A BREAK” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-rv
Principalpoop: at college, we learned to designed polls with choose male or female, or people would write in yes, or once...
Beet: Beautiful
DJTween: 'none of the above'?
DJTween: lol Beet
Principalpoop: i was horrified
Cat: that makes even less sence than one of my more inebriated sentences, poop
Principalpoop: umlaut
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| JoeBeets - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ferlingetty - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: a horizontal colon
Beet: A horizontal colon would be painful
Principalpoop: so, what sex were they?
Beet: yes
Principalpoop: lol
elpoptart: nice one pete
Principalpoop: doctor lewis illuminato
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Elayne in through the front door at 10:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
DJTween: Hey E
Principalpoop: hey E
Cat: Hi El
Elayne: Sorry I can't stay long, and sorry I'm late but I was watching this: http://video.bobdylan.com/desktop.html
Beet: Hi E!
Cat: How are things in El land?
Elayne: If you like Don't Crush That Dwarf, you'll love the video, it's basically an interactive channel-flipper
Cat: yes just heard maron talking about being in that
Beet: Heavy
DJTween: and this bit was included on the original Dear Friends LP release
Cat: a hippie isnt a hipster
Principalpoop: cool E, i will browse it more later
shoes for the dead: and a boho isn't a bozo
Elayne: Yes, you have to flip to the Maron channel on there, it's such a kick
Beet: I heard about the Dylan thing. I have to try it.
Elayne: It's a tad unresponsive, you can't flip the channels as quickly as you do on a real TV, but the fact that it works at all is really cool
Principalpoop: is anybody a hippstie?
Elayne: And hey, Marc Maron and Drew Carey (on the game show channel, of course) and Grid knows who else... I'm remembering them all now!
Elayne: Dylan's been up all night watching himself on the tee-vee!
Beet: I thought that was just beaners
elpoptart: he's a hwite man
Cat: i was sitting home alone one night watching old cronkite on the 7 oclock news
Cat: it seems there was an earthquake that left nothing but a panama hat and a pair of old greek shoes
Beet: All Nite Cronkite.
Principalpoop: better than a greek hat and panama shoes
Cat: Black Diamond Bay, the last good song dylan ever wrote, in my opinoin
Cat: 1975
Cat: and I never did want to go anyway, to Black Diamond Bay
Principalpoop: i liked him in that group, with those other guys
Cat: lol poop
Beet: great cast
Principalpoop: yes
Cat: it seemed like nothing happening, so i turned it off and went and got another beer
Beet: Worthy
Cat: its seems like everytime you turn around, there's anothr hard luck story that you gotta hear
Beet: There's so many of them
||||||||| 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 Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: if it weren't for bad luck
Principalpoop: gloom despair and agony on me
Beet: Otherwise everything is fine
Principalpoop: good morning pooh
Principalpoop: coddleston pie
Cat: why is the world's most famous bear named after shit?
Beet: What else do you need on your birthday?
Cat: also a shitty city, Winnipeg
Beet: Winni The Peg
Principalpoop: no presents or cake or candles or proper rememberance
Cat: yes the lads used to play this to commemorate bergman's and ossman's birthdays
shoes for the dead: I use the greeting in my birthday cards
||||||||| catherwood tiptoes in around 10:34 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Cat: greetings from the president of the united states
Principalpoop: 2 catherwoods
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Principalpoop and says "oh, fuck off Principalpoop!"
Elayne: I'm not quite sure Catherwood can avoid Catherwood...
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Elayne
Elayne: He can avoid me all he likes with that attitude, however.
Cat: we're all in the woods
Principalpoop: poor piglet
elpoptart: we're on to you Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to elpoptart and asks "Would you like something?"
||||||||| 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'
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Principalpoop: the balloon fits
Cat: it goes in, it goes out
shoes for the dead: the sacred in-out
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from jaundice
||||||||| PissFest - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: that was more fun than watching the tv
Principalpoop: cool tween, thank you
Beet: This was a fun one. Thanks, Tween. Nite all.
Cat: true enough
Dexter Fong: tHANKS tWEENY
shoes for the dead: good show, Tween!!
Cat: thanks again, tween
DJTween: yw all :-)
Principalpoop: LOOL
shoes for the dead: park it and lock it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
elpoptart: see ya, gotta take a pooh
Cat: better than taking an eyore
Principalpoop: everyone else take a piglet
Cat: ok, off i go. hopefully skype will work for me next week.
Principalpoop: knock on wood
Dexter Fong: Night Cat
||||||||| Cat dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Cat?! It's 10:43 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: have a super canada week
elpoptart: see ya catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside elpoptart and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:44 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Lt_Bradshaw by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Principalpoop: you are the man tween
||||||||| At 10:44 PM, DJTween hurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| At 10:44 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
Principalpoop: i guess that is the bus, best luck all
Principalpoop: ciaooo
||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:45 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Ralph: so long, and thanks for the fish...
||||||||| 10:49 PM -- Dexter Fong left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "10:52 PM and late as usual, it's Wild007, just back from Billville."
Wild007: Checking out chat for first time
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says Wild007, and leaves.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Ralph - dead from the common cold
||||||||| uhClem - dead from measles
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| catherwood - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 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:
||||||||| UhClem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Wild007 - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| mutthead waltzes in at 11:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 11:17 PM: Koyemsi jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
||||||||| Around 11:23 PM, Koyemsi walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Koyemsi enters at 11:23 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Koyemsi rushes off, saying "11:33 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| mutthead - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:20 AM and Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)?! It's 12:22 AM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', just granted probation at 12:22 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): A special "Hello" to all of my Dear Freuds from Bakersfield Street in frosty London!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, you heard correctly, and indeed I am carrying a grape from ancient Greece. Sadly, I sat on it but that hasn't affected my appetite!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Flotsam and I are looking forward to the Holidays! We have been quite jazzed to have many of you FT fans visit us in London! There is always plenty of room in our cozy home, so come and visit us!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where shall we take you in London or various divers realms in the UK?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, it is late and our guest williard is getting hungry, so I best be off, Dear Freds!
||||||||| 12:34 AM -- Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| 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:
Anton Globner
Beet
Bill
Bosco Hearn Again.
Captain Equinox
Cat
Cptbutton
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Elayne
elpoptart
ferlingetty
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
JoeBeets
Lt_Bradshaw
Megadon
PissFest
PorridgeBird
Principalpoop
Ralph
regnad kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
shwonline
UhClem
Wild007
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
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=ton
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/prbetvornott.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://plus.google.com/+MarkoBosscher/posts/CKHAZHNQ9nc
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://video.bobdylan.com/desktop.html
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.spartacus.schoolnet.co.uk/JFKmeyerM.htm



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