A Firesign Chat
12/12/2013




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 December 12, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:02 PM and late as usual, it's DJTween, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| 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 escorts Jimbo into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:26 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hi Jimbo
DJTween: There will be music starting a little after 8:40 EST
Jimbo: Hiya
DJTween: From Dallas, eh?
DJTween: (Nino knows all... click the link at the bottom of the screen)
Jimbo: Well, Fort Worth actually
||||||||| Catherwood leads Rufus_T_Firetween into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:32 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Close enough for Rock & Roll
Jimbo: This will be my first time for this - anyone know what's on tap?
DJTween: I'm the DJ, and it's going to be The Giant Rat
Jimbo: One of my favorites!
DJTween: Mine too :)
Jimbo: The live stream wants to run throught WIndows Media Player but when I click the link I get a file not found error message
DJTween: Just started the streams. Try again
Jimbo: Well, it's working now.
DJTween: Streams are definitely up
DJTween: no audio yet though
Jimbo: I'll try not to let my newbieness show any more than it has to
DJTween: The music officially starts about 8:45, but I start the streams a few minutes before
DJTween: Are you on Facebook? I make show announcements there
Jimbo: I am on Facebook but saw nothing about tonight's show
Jimbo: Ah, it's there now
DJTween: Just sent out the announcements
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||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:40 PM and late as usual, it's Doug, just back from Funfun Town."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:41 PM and Rahima waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies uh_clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:41 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Rahima
||||||||| 8:42 PM: late jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
uh_clem: Where is that bomber you were talking about, Catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to uh_clem and queries "Do you have something for me to do?"
Jimbo: Oooohhh stereo
Doug: Shoes for Industry, compadres...
late: shoes for the dead
DJTween: Hi clem
DJTween: Hi late, Doug
||||||||| 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)'
late: howdy
||||||||| "8:45 PM? 8:45 PM!!" says Catherwood, "A W Smith should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as A W Smith enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
late: hey you guys - i now see an order button on the laugh . com page for the 2 disc eat or be eaten - think this means it is available/in stock or pre-order?
Doug: I heard him... "You can wait here in the sitting room, or sit here in the waiting room..." very Catherwoodish.
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to Doug and yells "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "rococo should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as rococo enters and sits on the divan.
DJTween: Hello, Mister _Smith_ ...
DJTween: Hi EW
A W Smith: My ehhhh ...traffic cone isnt making any sound,
EWeston: Hey Tweeny, Jazzed to be here
late: far out - dancing w/moonlit knight
||||||||| Cooper enters at 8:48 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
rococo: hello all
DJTween: I haven't checked out the buy page for EOBE yet
Doug: Hey, Rocky...
DJTween: Hi rococo, Cooper
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Willy close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:49 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
rococo: cool glad to be here
late: laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
A W Smith: there it goes OH NO) i hafta turn it town
Jimbo: ahhh, here comes the Mellotron
A W Smith: *down
late: eobe on cd has always been a holy grail for me, great it is back again + bonus
DJTween: Hi Willy
DJTween: love this album :)
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:51 PM, dragging Captain Equinox by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
DJTween: Bought it when it was first released
||||||||| Beet enters at 8:51 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hi Captain
Beet: Evening all. Happy Thursday. Hi Tween.
Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos!
EWeston: Hey Beet anna Captin
Captain Equinox: Sure Happy It's Thirsday!
rococo: happy catherwood is here to assist
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside rococo and mumbles "Did you want something?"
||||||||| Rahima rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rahima?! It's 8:53 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Captain Equinox: *Thursday*
DJTween: They need to change the link at the FST site. Says there EOBE is still out of print
EWeston: Thirstday meybe
Doug: Well, it's Thirsday if you're thirsty..
late: pass the msg on!
A W Smith: Hello Captain Equinox and Cooper and DJTween and Doug and EWeston and Jimbo and late and Rahima and rococo and Willy and Rufus_T_Firetween and also..uh .. uh_clem thats whlo
Beet: Hey EW
Captain Equinox: I'll drink to that!
late: howdy
Beet: What are we drinking?
Rufus_T_Firetween: EOBE at Laugh - http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html
Captain Equinox: WEll, it's NOT beet juice
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
EWeston: Pig Oil Beer
Beet: hehe
uh_clem: bear whiz here
Doug: Nor beetle juice... whatever it is, I think it needs More Sugar!
EWeston: The beer with a crust
Captain Equinox: Just open a quick jeraboam of champagne for everyone, Vi!
||||||||| "8:56 PM? 8:56 PM!!" says Catherwood, "AcneJr should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as AcneJr enters and sits at the bar.
A W Smith: Bear wiz
DJTween: catherwood, open a quick jeraboam of champagne for everyone
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTween and says "My ears are burning..."
Beet: Pardon my ignorance but who are we listening to?
EWeston: I'm plowed to be an owned man Jonas
Captain Equinox: Genesis
DJTween: catherwood, give evryone a quick jeraboam of champagne
||||||||| Catherwood brings evryone a quick jeraboam of champagne.
Jimbo: Genesis
Captain Equinox: but which album?
Doug: Drink to me only with thine fox.
DJTween: This is Genesis from the early 70's
DJTween: Selling England By The Pound
DJTween: Since tonight's story is English, seemed appropriate ;)
uh_clem: haven't heard it since college
||||||||| DrDespicable enters at 8:58 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Hi DrD
A W Smith: Hi DrDespicable
DrDespicable: Greetings, Dear Friends
EWeston: So the interpeter can go home?
Beet: I would never have guessed Genesis
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Merlyn disembarks at 8:59 PM.
EWeston: I recorgnise a few voices
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 12, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Beet: Hey Merl
Doug: I have to go and come back... Since I can't be in two places at once, I won't be anywhere at all..
Merlyn: hey
EWeston: Evening Merlyn
Merlyn: humorous ads have been added
DrDespicable: Catherwood took my hat AND my goat? Seems rather greedy...
||||||||| Catherwood ands DrDespicable's goat seems rather greedy.
EWeston: Ah the uncertainty principle in action
||||||||| AcneJr departs at 9:01 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Captain Equinox: honk honk
Beet: Has anyone BEEN to Jack Poet?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mudhead close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:01 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Doug hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Doug?! It's 9:01 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Beet: Howdy Mud
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
EWeston: Muddlyness hoo
||||||||| 9:02 PM: shoes for the dead jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Billy_Burke close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the Aviary.
Mudhead: Howdy
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:02 PM and Principalpoop bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: howdy
EWeston: And Shoes, for industry
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's AlanW, just back from Lodi."
Beet: Exciting intro music
Billy_Burke: Greetings Bozoa
DJTween: Hey P
Principalpoop: hey mud, all
EWeston: Fashanbly late, the Pooper
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “BY THE LIGHT OF THE SILVERY” from the album Pink Hotel Burns Down- 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 >> (currently out of print)'
shoes for the dead: hi PP
Beet: Hi Poop
Principalpoop: Katey bar the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's uhClem, just back from Hellmouth."
shoes for the dead: heroining experience
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and Fudd sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: late because I stopped to take the dog out first so not interrupted later, it is cold out, brrrr
Billy_Burke: I talked to jack Poet Jr just the other day
DrDespicable: Ravenous. And these groat clusters ain't getting the job done...
EWeston: You want me to give it a wack?
DrDespicable: Talk amongst yourselves...
Principalpoop: get a sack of duck, sack of duck
Principalpoop: tweed underwear, ouch
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
||||||||| Perryfunny bounds in at 9:05 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: As sackings go it had its moments
Billy_Burke: I don't know if they want my stories from the 70's at Jack Poets house
Principalpoop: nice knockers
Principalpoop: sure we do billy
DJTween: Flathead Indian lol (motorcycle engine)
DJTween: Hi Perry
Principalpoop: anybody divulged lately?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Doug close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Fudd: Never saw FT live and regret that terribly. Cleverest comedians by far.
shoes for the dead: not in public, Poop
Doug: Bend over - here comes ol' one eye!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Old one eye close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:08 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
Principalpoop: film at 11?
EWeston: The timing is Goon Show like
DJTween: Hi One Eye
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Voidoid into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:09 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Vapours at Midnight
Old one eye: Greetings, chaps and chapettes
Principalpoop: the door was ajar, well which is it?
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Willy - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: early death
Principalpoop: someone has stolen the moon, you may scoff
EWeston: It was like a baby's his eyes the color of shy blue shy, and oatmeal
DJTween: Hi Void
Doug: My god, I've got... Jaundice! "Jaundice it is!"
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Principalpoop: anybody scoffed lately?
shoes for the dead: only in public, Poop
||||||||| 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 Tire biter disembarks at 9:11 PM.
Principalpoop: hehe
EWeston: With a consenting marmoset maybe, otherwise, no.
shoes for the dead: a pox lunch
DJTween: Hi Tirebiter
shoes for the dead: the meeune?
Principalpoop: dogmatic twattle
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
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
late: oh man, i hate that voice
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from Clinton pulls away, leaving Barnacle Bill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Principalpoop: anybody twattled lately?
EWeston: I'l twattle my dogomat every day
shoes for the dead: i only watch others
EWeston: You fiend.
shoes for the dead: i pay, tho
DJTween: Hi Bill
Principalpoop: the derivation of the word twattle is well, i won't say...
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
Doug: It's the gift that keeps on giving.. and I'm giving some to myself right now...
EWeston: Wattle involved in underhaned construction
DJTween: lol
shoes for the dead: muddy thinking, Weston
||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Ralph should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Ralph enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: a wittle wattle
EWeston: Wattle pawn in handbuzzer of life
DrDespicable: Hound of Bakersfield - the mind boggles!
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Submirj should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Submirj enters and sits on the divan.
Doug: Ralph Spoilsport? Good to see you, compadre.
DJTween: Hi Sumbiri
DJTween: Submirj
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Principalpoop: took for granite, argh argh argh
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
||||||||| "9:18 PM? 9:18 PM!!" says Catherwood, "papaul should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as papaul enters and sits on the couch.
late: mmmmm
Principalpoop: robbingpeter to papaul
shoes for the dead: acdc fixit man
EWeston: Yowlll!
||||||||| bob sneaks in around 9:20 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Captain Equinox: alimentary
EWeston: And no weirdos
DJTween: Hi papaul
DJTween: Hi bob
Principalpoop: and to scotland we go
||||||||| "9:21 PM? 9:21 PM!!" says Catherwood, "mahatma57 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as mahatma57 enters and sits on the divan.
shoes for the dead: mai tai interest
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
||||||||| 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 grandfatherGlock disembarks at 9:21 PM.
DJTween: Hi mahatma
DJTween: Hi grandfather
mahatma57: Hola compadres..
grandfatherGlock: High again, tweeny
DJTween: does your glock keep accurate time?
EWeston: Yow!
Doug: Howdy mahatma57!
grandfatherGlock: only if'n one inserts thre dymes
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:23 PM and Denys bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
mahatma57: It all began three years ago..
grandfatherGlock: oh, my, it's from 1975
Doug: This is all nice, but I
DJTween: Hi Denys
Denys: hello all
Doug: But I'm tired, I want to go to bed... desk clerk, can I have my key?
grandfatherGlock: how about G7?
Principalpoop: get your filthy hands off me moon
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tire biter - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| A W Smith - dead from The Plague
||||||||| rococo - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| AlanW - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Voidoid - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
mahatma57: The Meun belongs to everyone!
Doug: Hit it, Jimmy!
EWeston: D minus?
shoes for the dead: only a lid, Doug
Principalpoop: thanks rocky
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby in through the front door at 9:26 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
shoes for the dead: Hi Nabby
DJTween: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Another dirty great machine?
Beet: Yo Nabby
mahatma57: Ah, Sweet Mystery of Life, I've found You..
Nabby: Hi Shoes & DJT & Beet & all
Principalpoop: the voice of tween
mahatma57: Anyone remember the Air Pirates?
Ralph: what sublime nonsense
EWeston: Only he could sing that
EWeston: Micky Mouse version or underground interpitation?
late: anyone got any blue moss?
mahatma57: ++++
EWeston: I've still got some mescalin
shoes for the dead: here ya go, Late
Ralph: all hail the Marx brothers
Principalpoop: ahhh mescaline
EWeston: Early Micky was a fling fool
grandfatherGlock: windowpane and tequila @ the troubadour w/kinky
||||||||| 9:30 PM: st slade jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
Doug: Groucho and John...
EWeston: Flying foo?
late: oh man, this tastes terrible... but thanks anyway
DJTween: Hi slade
Ralph: gG that sounds epic
Beet: Puns by definition have at least two meanings. Useful tool for a multiple meaning satirical group.
Principalpoop: soccer blue
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” - 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/firtheattalo.html'
grandfatherGlock: was a party for Columbia in the olden daze
Doug: Ah.... remember rivers, Nellie?
EWeston: Why without your clothes, your naked Ms. Duddly
shoes for the dead: there isn't a straight line in this entire record
Principalpoop: don't forget my knickers
Doug: Ms. Voilet Dudly, from the provacative initials on your kinickers...
DrDespicable: Are we sure that's not Austin as Stones and Proctor as the Electrician?
DrDespicable: Or someone like him?
EWeston: And your muff
Principalpoop: what am I? a second story man?
Nabby: I sat on my pipe.
shoes for the dead: AHA!!!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
mahatma57: Yankee Pig-Nut Scandal Shocks
grandfatherGlock: on a Sunday after new'n?
Principalpoop: damn your fat wallow
Nabby: We eat or we die.
papaul: who's behind is the giant rat of sumatra
Principalpoop: chew
Doug: Fats Walller
EWeston: Wanted for plying in the illict trades of rubber goods and spiders
grandfatherGlock: gesundheit
shoes for the dead: rubber goods and spiders
Doug: All up and down the Mocha-Java straits, from Singapore to Sumatra!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
DrDespicable: Geundheit Dankeschon!
Principalpoop: how very incisive
Ralph: how incisive......
grandfatherGlock: don't use ythe "S" word - they prefer to be called 'Arachnid Americans'
mahatma57: Of Course! Gezundheidt Dankaschoen, the ship's captain..
Rufus_T_Firetween: lol grand
EWeston: Sinatra, I think
Principalpoop: i am used to ducking bullets as you are to ducking billets
shoes for the dead: St. Mensus
mahatma57: Ya Cheep Hoor..
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Principalpoop: show her up
Doug: By the blood of Saint Menses, I'm from Ireland..
Principalpoop: you cheap whore
st slade: Sorry to be silent so long, I was adjusting my mukluks.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Greybeard into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:35 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Ah Canadian!
Nabby: Thank you.
Principalpoop: shake the soapflakes off the script
Doug: Shoes for Industry, Greybeard!
mahatma57: Soccer Blue!
Greybeard: I was looking for Nick Danger, Third Eye..
grandfatherGlock: I'm pretty sure that's "soccer blew"
shoes for the dead: le secret massage
Doug: Loosener's Castor Oil Flakes. Cleans the whole system, right on down the line.
Ralph: Ben Way?
mahatma57: Nicht Ist Correctite..
DJTween: Hi Beard
Principalpoop: 2 dancing boys
Beet: I think I smell an Electrician.
EWeston: A film made of this would be a stunning thing
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
Principalpoop: ist nicht correctite
||||||||| 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 Elayne disembarks at 9:38 PM.
mahatma57: Oops, "Ist Nischt Correctite.."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Doug: EW, in fact, it would be SHOCKING.
grandfatherGlock: is the funway @ homeless stadium?
shoes for the dead: curs of india
DJTween: Hi Elayne
Greybeard: Professor Phartpounders Colon Cleanser, with Capsicum Extremis, does a much better job..
Beet: wanger=tool
grandfatherGlock: the pub in the skies with diaminds!
Principalpoop: the docks in soho
EWeston: Ms E velcome of your own free will
Nabby: Howdy!
Beet: Hey E
shoes for the dead: Hi E, justin thyme
mahatma57: Just stand on the Yellow rubber line..
Principalpoop: frigate matilda
Greybeard: !st time newbie, again...
Beet: is that a suggestion
Principalpoop: oh E, hi there
||||||||| Catherwood escorts squeeze_the_wheeze in through the front door at 9:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Greybeard: this aint me 1st rodeo..
||||||||| "9:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Doug, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
EWeston: The nudescene would be a challenge, even today.
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cooper - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Barnacle Bill - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Submirj - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| bob - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: watch your hands gandalf
grandfatherGlock: fancy an eel?
Beet: hurricane style would be difficult also
EWeston: Not to mention doing it Urricane style
mahatma57: Have a pernt of earl with Stinkin' Olaf..
Beet: great minds
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Principalpoop: a big box to put it in, har har har
mahatma57: I'm sensing an S. Clay Wilson influence here..
grandfatherGlock: stop singing ewe fuels!
Nabby: Roof!
Beet: old one eye
grandfatherGlock: rough, rough!
Principalpoop: warf
Nabby: That's not the zipper.
EWeston: Ruff
grandfatherGlock: are Zips above Beets or below Bozos?
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: that stupid dog drenched my shoes
shoes for the dead: dogie door
Beet: answer to Glock: yes
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
Elayne: Loved the Electrician quoting Dylan...
grandfatherGlock: thank you far too much (fart, ooh much?)
shoes for the dead: do you mr. stones?
mahatma57: I am ...ctrician..
EWeston: The five lifestyles of the future Beaners, buggies, bozos, berserkers, and zips
uh_clem: me too, Elayne
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
grandfatherGlock: yes,Wes,ton
st slade: Won Ton On
mahatma57: "I'm plowed to ba an old man.."
Nabby: Where there's smoke....
EWeston: There's Work!
shoes for the dead: there's wprk
grandfatherGlock: right out back; hears the key
Principalpoop: boggled the great minds of science and made them soft
EWeston: Is that real pork?
Nabby: Sure is EW & Shoes
shoes for the dead: electric and dangerous
grandfatherGlock: guess what oui dew
||||||||| "9:47 PM? 9:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "hedgehog should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as hedgehog enters and sits at the bar.
Ralph: Hemlock Stones?
Nabby: A tin of red herrings....
||||||||| "9:47 PM? 9:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cat should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cat enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
shoes for the dead: red herrings in heavy oil
Ralph: in dirty oil...
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
DJTween: Hey Cat
EWeston: LO Cat
Nabby: Hi Cat
Ralph: heavy
grandfatherGlock: vacuum toobs & flappers
shoes for the dead: there he is!
Beet: It's Cat!
Principalpoop: hahahaha i am the electrician hahaha
EWeston: Massive
mahatma57: Ah, ha hah hah Hah!
Elayne: Hey Cat!
grandfatherGlock: are some won like him?
Principalpoop: ca nah dah arriving, ding ding, ding ding
EWeston: I love your organ honey
Principalpoop: it is joe beets
Nabby: What?
Beet: And that's only the first side
Nabby: this play just flies
mahatma57: "I'll risk anybody's life for a hundred pounds .. of Dollars!"
Principalpoop: what a blow to the windy city
Ralph: the Acme all-night light and power company
shoes for the dead: zizzing
EWeston: Dissilusion strikes
grandfatherGlock: weight 'til they go through the whole in the middle
Elayne: I love how rapid-fire this album is.
Principalpoop: quite jazzed
shoes for the dead: pigiol beer
Nabby: Indeed Elayne
mahatma57: Wow !
Cat: Just got home
Ralph: back to the Hotel Vermouth
Principalpoop: pig lewis and his continental cocktails
shoes for the dead: what do you think of American girls
Beet: What do you think of American girls?
shoes for the dead: Beatles?
Elayne: And another Beatles reference, "what do you think of American girls?"
Beet: great minds
Elayne: Wow, all three sides of us at once!
late: eat it!
Cat: they really knock me out
shoes for the dead: eat it Raw!!!
Principalpoop: you bet
uh_clem: eat it raw!
mahatma57: Damn it and Fry it!
EWeston: Should be beneath this
Nabby: Raw raw raw!
Ralph: to find the rat, go for the hole
mahatma57: "Aw, Shaddup!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Big McLargehuge close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
DrDespicable: Anyone ever get to see The Guys live?
grandfatherGlock: seven percent
DrDespicable: I was lucky enough to catch them in San Francisco, '99
Elayne: "I understand it comes in bottles in this country..." That's two
DJTween: Hi Big
grandfatherGlock: oh,yes,Dr
mahatma57: That's the scholl spirits we have here..
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “THE GIANT RAT OF SUMATRA” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=gros-ln
Beet: Coca Cola references
Elayne: Dr D, I saw them in a few places, I think Town Hall was one of them
Ralph: LOL
shoes for the dead: horse corsettes
EWeston: Blutworst get my gun and make it hot!
DrDespicable: Hurrah!
Principalpoop: What hump?
grandfatherGlock: nice to see ewe operating
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| papaul - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| uhClem - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Greybeard - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DrDespicable: Swell guys - I even copped an eyeball hat...
EWeston: Eweston ve haff a problem
grandfatherGlock: here's twenty dollars, go get me a map of the world and a good revolver
shoes for the dead: flushed him out
Principalpoop: anybody copped anything lately?
mahatma57: Ha Ha Ha!
Cat: 344 emails awaiting me
Cat: 99% garbage
grandfatherGlock: a miss is as good as a mile
Principalpoop: away from the pc for 7 hours cat?
Beet: the elusive eyeball hat
EWeston: AC or DC?
Cat: days, poop
Nabby: De-lete.
Principalpoop: goodness
mahatma57: Gosh, you mean my dad's been hijacked by criminals?
DJTween: Cat's been out wandering
Cat: 2 or 3 may be important
shoes for the dead: public sponge wharehouses
Nabby: Out cattin'
Cat: Vegas was actually colder than Vancouver
st slade: How many entendres in the Mobius Dick joke?
grandfatherGlock: r'member when it was 3 r 4
DJTween: One was me asking if you wanted to Skype tonight :)
Cat: lol tween.
||||||||| Big McLargehuge walks away to The Aviary.
Principalpoop: i forwarded an important note about a rich nigerian with a big penis
Cat: lol poop
Cat: lots of those in vegas
Nabby: Please forward principal
Principalpoop: lol
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Dr_Cygnus_Paradox into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:59 PM, then departs.
grandfatherGlock: smoke-easies will soon be obsolete - prohibition is destined 2 B curtailed soonly!
shoes for the dead: sumatran kickdancing
EWeston: Yes, oh prince of the violet dawn
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
late: golly
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Nabby: More sugar!
Principalpoop: a 2 pound sampler
grandfatherGlock: no anchovies? you've got the wrong man
mahatma57: Just an Inginue I knew..
EWeston: Don't horn the ones with the cherry centers, you'll suffacate
||||||||| 10:01 PM -- Big McLargehuge enters.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
Nabby: I like your organ and I love you. Awww. : )
Principalpoop: before pro inhibition
grandfatherGlock: I'll bet she gave the guard a sleeve job
Cat: did i miss anything in chat last week?
Beet: Pro Inhibition
shoes for the dead: fearful shuffles
late: golly, too innuendo for me
DrDespicable: "Big McLargehuge"? Clearly a kindred spirit!
EWeston: Before it was an Olympic event
Principalpoop: an italian suppository
shoes for the dead: roller maidens, Cat
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
EWeston: Where they put dead ideas
grandfatherGlock: I think he's got my script
Nabby: Missed y'all and Roller Maidens too but it's fun 2 b here now
Ralph: just like love... you throw it out the door, and it comes innuendo
Nabby: Be Here Now
Cat: anything happen in the world? my tv in vegas only wanted to show me local shit
grandfatherGlock: bob ah rom doss
shoes for the dead: twembling
grandfatherGlock: webley
Big McLargehuge: Things happened, be assured.
Cat: ihad no idea vegas got that cold
EWeston: Its Obama's fault still, so nothing new
Elayne: Cat, my mom's been regaling me with stories of Vegas cold the last week or so.
Ralph: Now, Master Tool of the Universe, expose yourself to us!
Nabby: Electromagnetic personality
DrDespicable: The world is my oyster - except in months with an "R" in them!
shoes for the dead: ace to ask
Cat: they expected snow last saturday. had the snow plows ready. turned out to be kind of a nice day afternall
Cat: it got down to 22 degrees
Nabby: Snow plows in Vegas....
Principalpoop: brrrrr
Principalpoop: freeze your frozies
Big McLargehuge: It got up to 16 today.
Big McLargehuge: -14 or so last night.
grandfatherGlock: when Lake Powell freezes over
Cat: i should have brought gloves
Principalpoop: nome mclargehuge
EWeston: But its a dry cold right?
Big McLargehuge: Twin Cities in MN
Cat: lol
Principalpoop: ahh minnesota
Nabby: It's rubber. I like it. It's chewy.
Elayne: "It's a nice nose.. it's rubber, I like it..."
Principalpoop: your are used to cold, did you put on a jacket?
Cat: except for all the people smoking, the air wasn't bad. i could actually breathe better than i can here
EWeston: It'll rot your teeth
grandfatherGlock: our toob D2?
Cat: i brought my serious winter coat and tuque. really needed gloves though
Nabby: Heehee Elayne
Big McLargehuge: It doesn't even bother me, we shovel snow in t-shirts and shorts.
Nabby: MN is my home state - it's all about snowmobile suits
Principalpoop: miami stops if it drops below 50
grandfatherGlock: how does he make his voice do that?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dr_Cygnus_Paradox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Perryfunny - dead from the yaws
||||||||| hedgehog - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:10 PM downtown bus from New York pulls away, leaving Doug coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Cat: i will NEVER go to vegas in december again
EWeston: Osmosis
Elayne: He's lost the chord but saved the day!
Cat: the 2 times i was there in feb it was quite pleasent
Doug: wings wind by blood!
Nabby: A very sniffy play.
Nabby: Spiffy.
shoes for the dead: violince!!!
grandfatherGlock: violins?
Big McLargehuge: I like violins.
EWeston: Buckles and black leather?
Nabby: **applause**
Principalpoop: vio linsssssssssssssss
DrDespicable: Well, I'm off to drink beer and dance on Sunday...
Elayne: Excellent. Thanks Kurt!
Cat: a great album
DrDespicable: Thanks, all!
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Beet: fabulous
Principalpoop: have fun, do the frug
Nabby: Thanks!
Principalpoop: is that right? the froog
grandfatherGlock: dwarf & bozos on vinyl w/ all 4 sigs - any offer?
EWeston: 220 Whats accross the frontal lobes
late: do it
Cat: does anyone know if firesign radio ever updated its playlist rotation?
Big McLargehuge: No idea.
shoes for the dead: not yet, Cat, your show was the same
grandfatherGlock: dunno, Cat
Cat: bummer, shoes
Ralph: Peter Bergman went to collage?
Principalpoop: playing trombone to read things is normal tween
DJTween: On the station, Cat?
Cat: lol ralph
Elayne: Robin says he actually did collage at college...
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
late: i ordered my eobe, looking forward to the bonus material
EWeston: Haven't been there for the last few days. Any new directions appear in Vegas?
||||||||| 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 Mudhead plummets into the garden at 10:15 PM.
Captain Equinox: Gotta go, see y'all next week, Gang!
Ralph: at the Collage of Collage, no doubt
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS “Big Brother Is Washing”- 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'
DJTween: wb Muddy
Principalpoop: ciao captain
Nabby: Night Cap'n
Nabby: Hi Mud
Captain Equinox: It's been SWILL!!!
EWeston: Bu bye Capin
Mudhead: ty tweeny, got some solid coffee?
Beet: What are we drinking?
Elayne: I think I need to go as well, the heat's just gone off so it's time for bed
Elayne: Night all!
Captain Equinox: Beetle Juice!
Beet: C U E
Principalpoop: keep warm
||||||||| At 10:16 PM, Big McLargehuge vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Nabby: Take care Elayne & be groovy
grandfatherGlock: goo night
shoes for the dead: be El
mahatma57: Nytol..
EWeston: See yah E
late: anyone want to go watch reebus jump into the hole?
EWeston: Such a fine figger of a man
Cat: by el
Billy_Burke: go reebus go
grandfatherGlock: reebus canniebis
shoes for the dead: ya, I'll go for the breakfast, late
EWeston: Live or die, he'll make a million!
grandfatherGlock: and is no more insane than his millions of fans
Ralph: Schopenhauer's 6th in E-flat
Cat: ive lost use of new computer. have to use old one
late: "Live or die, I'll make a million!"
Nabby: Ralph, one of my favorites 2 B sure
DJTween: What broke, Cat?
late: whole world is insane, and should jump into the biggest gdamn hole...
Cat: i hit wrong key and now it doesnt work
DJTween: true, late
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Cat: hadnt been used for a week, maybe its angry at me
EWeston: The Masonites of Sasquat Itch Wash
grandfatherGlock: McCannit's burgh
Mudhead: Ive got a half a key here cat
grandfatherGlock: get your tutti fruity ice cream right here
Nabby: How do they make their voices do that?
EWeston: Burr Nation
Cat: i could use it, mud
Nabby: Kkkchhh
shoes for the dead: did ya hit the f-stop Cat?
grandfatherGlock: won daddy fifty-seven
Mudhead: ahh, the old good daze when I smoked my drugs
Cat: maybe nevada will legalize before my next trip downthere
Beet: Eyelids are getting heavy. Gonna say g'nite for another week. Se you next time. Thanks Tween. Great job as usual.
EWeston: Speaking as I am, to close to a sheet of aluminum
Principalpoop: hip hop beet
Nabby: Now I have to droke my smugs....
Mudhead: cya Beet
DJTween: Later, Beet
Nabby: Bye bye Beet
EWeston: With dreams of irrigation dancing in his head
shoes for the dead: by Beet
Nabby: Delicious vittles
||||||||| Captain Equinox flies in through the transom, landing on the bearskin rug. "Attention, solstice squad! After working a 12-hour day, I like to kick back and swill some juice out of a genuine Firesign coffee mug or Bear Whiz Beer stein!"
grandfatherGlock: isn't that the athletic department head?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DrDespicable - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Old one eye - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Of the Headless wing of the Mindless fellowship pavilion
Denys: night all, glad I found this place
grandfatherGlock: why no FB 'share' button on the cafe press page?
Nabby: Take care Denys
Principalpoop: denys, an eat inside sonic
shoes for the dead: come back again, Den
EWeston: Come back, or Bach, your choice
shoes for the dead: my cat joined us
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
grandfatherGlock: never mind - sirens approaching, so I'm going underground nice to read you awl
Principalpoop: punishment stops crime
EWeston: Were you coming apart? Horry Goon Show joke
Ralph: where have I heard this before
Nabby: Hoary?
EWeston: Metaphyisicly absurd man
Principalpoop: g u r u
Cat: i've lost the top of my page on the old computer. no lnoger can i get to bnookmarks or history which i need. now just a bunch of my yahoo shit which i dont want at all
Ralph: now let's don't start that again!
EWeston: Jim Horry, he dairyman
Nabby: Here's some waxed sailcloth glock *plop*
shoes for the dead: commie life mag
Principalpoop: it still exists cat, reinstall your browser and it will go default display
Cat: how do i do that, poop?
Principalpoop: go to the browser site on the nite and download it
Principalpoop: net
shoes for the dead: Dept. Laird really dates this
Nabby: It does
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Principalpoop: oops wait, you want the data on your new pc, my mistake, nevermind
Principalpoop: ask doc how to bring your new pc back to life,, rare they really die that fast
Cat: yes it reloaded in the same fucked up way
DJTween: Melvin Laird, you bet
Principalpoop: there is a way to do it, i forget how,
||||||||| At 10:35 PM, Jimbo vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Cat: i can only get to bookmarks by making the page smaller
Cat: so there is an option
shoes for the dead: "to eat"
Principalpoop: reinstall it then
Cat: ok i havnet eaten since this morning so i gotta go do that. see you all next week
Mudhead: or be eaten
Principalpoop: or keep rooting around about tool bar options
Nabby: Memories.... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnamization
Principalpoop: good luck, sorry vegas was cold, ciao
EWeston: Bye Cat
shoes for the dead: by Cat
Nabby: Be well & groovy Cat
Mudhead: nite cat
Rufus_T_Firetween: happy trails, Cat
Principalpoop: rotary phones lol
Nabby: Hello?
Principalpoop: whos there?
Rufus_T_Firetween: I hate using rotary phones, they always fall right over
shoes for the dead: Hello??
EWeston: Rotate your tires
Principalpoop: say 3 hail ringy dingys
Nabby: I'm not sure. I'll have to czech.
Nabby: Call you back.
Mudhead: the wheels on the bus go round and round
Ralph: I need a break
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from the yaws
||||||||| grandfatherGlock - dead from measles
||||||||| Denys - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Doug - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: my phone is tapped
EWeston: Nigerian Prince on line 2
Mudhead: hello?
Ralph: so long, the longer the better.......
Principalpoop: my bank account is tapped
Nabby: Can't wait. Please forward.
Mudhead: I've WON!
Ralph: thanks again
EWeston: My phone is taped
Mudhead: Heres my bank info...
Principalpoop: my ankle is taped
Ralph: it hoits! it hoits!
Billy_Burke: malmborg in plano
Mudhead: my Scotch is taped
EWeston: I've nuclear grade duct tape the best
Nabby: Tape this!
Principalpoop: there is little kitty duct tape now, the end is near
EWeston: Insert "found" in a random location
Ralph: you gotta start early if you're gonna stick it out
EWeston: I don't wish to know this!
||||||||| Norbit tiptoes in around 10:43 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: don't, you'll poke your eye out
st slade: Duck! Tape!
Nabby: EW lol
DJTween: Hi Norbit
Ralph: wait til your father comes home!
Mudhead: Duct...Goose!
shoes for the dead: bees and spiders
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
EWeston: Some one gimme a hand with this beam
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Principalpoop: bend a couple in the doodah room
shoes for the dead: Jim beam?
Norbit: Hello
Principalpoop: hello?
Norbit: I must be going
Nabby: Echo
EWeston: Plasma beam, I think. Shall I ask?
Principalpoop: you got water and things coming out of them
Nabby: Lasma is where it's at.
EWeston: Srhordinger's cat begs to differ
shoes for the dead: this bit is good
late: really touching story...
Nabby: I'm tearing up
Nabby: The place
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:49 PM and late as usual, it's retiberit, just back from Houston."
Principalpoop: a paradise
EWeston: Mind the drapes!
shoes for the dead: some of these were found stories
DJTween: Hi retiberit
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Nabby: Interesting shoes, Shoes
retiberit: That's 7:45 pm central and screw the rest of the time zones
EWeston: No time zone is entirely free
retiberit: Time has never been free
DJTween: Texas really should have its own time zone, don't you think?
shoes for the dead: but we are all screwed
Nabby: I love it when you talk dirty....
late: damn
DJTween: Texas Twilight Zone
retiberit: screw pork hog hung hump shake doddy
shoes for the dead: Duke
Principalpoop: annals of sex and seniors
EWeston: Loam, gravel, talus, sand bank
Principalpoop: as I
Nabby: And how
Principalpoop: walk through this world
shoes for the dead: Earl
Principalpoop: oh oh eh eh
DJTween: Texas Twilight Time Zone, that's it
retiberit: then there were the Prunes
Principalpoop: baby
Mudhead: night all
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Principalpoop: ah ah ah the duke
Nabby: Night Mud
late: more distortion please, i want to bleed
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 10:54 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..."
retiberit: night mudhead
Principalpoop: shit, you broke my hearing aid
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cat - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: night mud
Nabby: It's just fuzzinated
late: solid, jackson
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
EWeston: G'nite Duke, Earl...others
shoes for the dead: expert on drug abuse
Principalpoop: oh wow man
retiberit: later EW
shoes for the dead: Bye EW
Principalpoop: ok for you ew
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:57 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Nabby: Oh gosh I gotta go. Tanx DJT. See y'all.
retiberit: more an expert of a drug exercise
retiberit: later Nabby
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
Principalpoop: picture telephones, never caught on
shoes for the dead: bye Nab
shoes for the dead: 2-way wrist tv
Merlyn: lator
||||||||| At 10:59 PM, Merlyn scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: night M
retiberit: dick tracy to joe jitsu
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Ralph: cheerio til nex time
Principalpoop: ok ralph, the plot thins
retiberit: ciao ralph
DJTween: Sorry dick, joe only speaks Portugese
late: oh gosh
shoes for the dead: tha ks Tween!! Bye all
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!!
Principalpoop: glaxo vaccines eh
Principalpoop: buy shoes
DJTween: or maybe Peorgieguese
DJTween makes an allusion to Brazilian ju-jitsu which no one got lol
Principalpoop: you got a brazilian trim?
DJTween: I'll never tell her name
Principalpoop: too late, jitsu, a jewish girl
DJTween: Sergio Menendes introduced me
Principalpoop: is that the older menendes brother?
DJTween: much older
||||||||| 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 Globner's disease
||||||||| Fudd - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Ralph - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Norbit - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: oh yeah?
Principalpoop: loool
Principalpoop: thank you tween
Principalpoop: you say?
Principalpoop: well you know
DJTween: Thanks for listening everyone :)
late: first ones up against the wall when the revolution comes
late: thanks man, later
Principalpoop: up against the wall, haven't heard that for years
Principalpoop: ok late, take it easy
retiberit: Missed it live will the Revolution be able in VHs?
DJTween: and beta
retiberit: uhmmmmm Beta
Principalpoop: check your fax machine
retiberit: Lowers my uniform and bends backwards.. fax what?
DJTween: Grace Slick has actually become quite popular on Facebook
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Principalpoop: crank your mimeo
Principalpoop: fever
retiberit: Was just thinking about her daugher China do that make me pedo?
||||||||| Principalpoop leaves at 11:14 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..."
||||||||| At 11:14 PM, DJTween vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:15 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
retiberit: sneaks out by lower in my voice and cuing the orgamism
st slade: I enjoyed the audio very much tonight, I may be more chatty next week.
||||||||| At 11:20 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, uh_clem!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| retiberit - dead from the yaws
||||||||| late - dead from the yaws
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| st slade - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 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 enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| "1:27 AM? 1:27 AM!!" says Catherwood, "Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters and sits on the couch.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oh No! I missed my own show! Well, Dear Freuds... there is always next week. Flit me my fiddle, Flotsam!
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - 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 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
A W Smith
Beet
Big McLargehuge
Billy_Burke
Captain Equinox
Cat
Denys
DJTween
Doug
DrDespicable
Elayne
EWeston
Fudd
grandfatherGlock
Greybeard
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Jimbo
late
mahatma57
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Norbit
Old one eye
papaul
Principalpoop
Ralph
retiberit
rococo
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
st slade
uh_clem
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vietnamization
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
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=gros-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheattalo.html
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net



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