A Firesign Chat
12/26/2013




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 26, 2013 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Son of Firesign Presents... into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 6:39 AM, then departs.
Son of Firesign Presents...: Got your Yuletide, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Son of Firesign Presents...
Son of Firesign Presents...: Since it is the year after the world ended according to the first half of the Mayan Calendar, the other half stolen by pirates, Catherwood, party hardy, aaarrrgh!
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign Presents...
Son of Firesign Presents...: Snub me not, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood snubs Son of Firesign Presents... not.
Son of Firesign Presents...:
Son of Firesign Presents...: Go to the front page at login in and check today's log for proper playing, Catherwood.
||||||||| Catherwood goes to the front page at login in and check today's log for proper playing.
||||||||| Catherwood says "6:43 AM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Son of Firesign Presents... by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "5:37 PM and late as usual, it's Rono, just back from Toronto."
Rono: Happy Boxing Day!
||||||||| It's 5:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rono - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mudhead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:16 PM, then departs.
Mudhead: Catherwood tip yourself
||||||||| Catherwood tips himself .
||||||||| Mudhead leaves at 6:18 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..."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies cpfirezine in through the front door at 7:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| cpfirezine leaves to catch the 7:06 PM train to Maryland.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening, with music beginning around 8:45pm EST. Listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| "8:20 PM? 8:20 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Rufus_T_Firetween should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Rufus_T_Firetween enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "8:28 PM and late as usual, it's Donalyntte, just back from Elmertown."
DJTween: Hi Donalyntte
||||||||| It's 8:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donalyntte - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Dona's passed...
||||||||| ah Clem steals in around 8:40 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi clem
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| jahgust steps in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi jahgust
||||||||| 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)'
jahgust: I thought I'd steal in early! Get a leg up on the low down!
DJTween: music's up
DJTween: catherwood, please give jaghust the door prize
||||||||| Catherwood brings jaghust the door prize.
||||||||| late enters at 8:44 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
DJTween: Hi late
ah Clem: ah hi
jahgust: Just what I always wanted...
late: howdy folks
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Sci Fi West', just granted probation at 8:46 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
jahgust: Is it a door opens, a window closes in that order?
||||||||| Outside, the 8:46 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
jahgust: late you are here early
Beet: Howdy all. Hope everybody had a nice solstice.
ah Clem: first time here -- kinda high - bear with me - if you can bear that
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| "8:47 PM? 8:47 PM!!" says Catherwood, "morescience should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as morescience enters and sits at the bar.
Beet: First time here high or just first time here?
late: i thought it was a door opens, a rake handle hits you in the nuts
DJTween: Hi Sci Fi, Beet, morescience
jahgust: Oh we are high, but not on false drugs...
Beet: the real thing
Sci Fi West: probation ?
||||||||| Catherwood leads LadyEstes inside, makes a note of the time (8:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
ah Clem: ah, yeah
late: y, i'm timely again, will change handle sometime later
DJTween: Hi Lady
Beet: How about "Pronto"?
morescience: Anything to drink in this joint? or will I just have to rely on joints?
ah Clem: boy - is my mouth dry
DJTween: Catherwood, please pour some Bear Whiz Beer for the expectant crowd
||||||||| Catherwood brings some bear whiz beer for the expectant crowd.
||||||||| 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: Bonnie
DJTween: yes indeed
DJTween: really like Ms. Bonnie :)
Beet: Nice groove
DJTween: yeah
Sci Fi West: Hello
late: howdy
DJTween: hey
||||||||| Sci Fi West sneaks away to The Sitting Room...
DJTween: first time at the chat, SciFi?
Beet: Hello howdy whazzup
late: how be things in san diego?
DJTween: This is Dar Williams
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| DJTween walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'regnad kcin', just granted probation at 8:53 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
LadyEstes: Hello from Colirado
||||||||| DJTween has arrived at the appointed hour of 8:54 PM.
Beet: I gotta say, Tween, these opening tunes week after week really get the engines running nicely.
DJTween: Glad to hear :-)
DJTween: Hi regnad
DJTween: Hello Ms. Estes
||||||||| ''Bob'' steps in at 8:54 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
DJTween: Hi Bob
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:55 PM and Dexter Fong steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
regnad kcin: !lla & ,TJD !sgniteerg
||||||||| 8:55 PM -- morescience left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| "8:55 PM? 8:55 PM!!" says Catherwood, "morescience should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as morescience enters and sits at the bar.
Beet: olleh kcin
regnad kcin: !lla & TJD sgniteerG .niaga gniyrt
Dexter Fong: Evening Tweeny, Beet, and all
morescience: Anything to drink in this joint? Or will it just be joints?
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: os woh saw ruoy samtsirhC?
Beet: Hey Dex
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Nabby into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:57 PM, then departs.
Dexter Fong: regnad: when you use that name to log in, everything you type is reversed
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and announces "Presenting 'EWeston', just granted probation at 8:57 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Mudhead coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: Hi EW
regnad kcin: !dnuorg eht no eloh a morf ssa ym ton wonk I
Beet: Peter Gunn on acid
EWeston: hey tweeny, Dex and all
DJTween: Hi Nabby, EW, Mud
Beet: Howdy EW
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Waz real
||||||||| 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!"
Mudhead: Damn diesel bus! When are they gonna start usin electrics?
DJTween: Yeah, what a fantastic version of the classic theme
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
DJTween: Hey P
Dexter Fong: Hi Muddie
Beet: hey Poop
Nabby: Hi all
Principalpoop: hey there
EWeston: Defoliating a Christmas garden sure works up an apitite. Hey Pooper
Principalpoop: elp?
Beet: Hey Tween who dis?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:59 PM and CS sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: ELP
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, December 26, 2013 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
morescience: Anything to drink in this joint? Or is it just joints again?
regnad kcin: !ELP
DJTween: Keith and his little elp helpers
Dexter Fong: Hiya Cat
Principalpoop: elp, i need somebody, not just anybody
EWeston: There is no elp availible
jahgust: Haven;t heard this in ages!
regnad kcin: love it
CS: Hi all
Principalpoop: a different age
Principalpoop: hello to can a da
Nabby: Hi Cat
DJTween: Hey cease
CS: we cater to all tastes here, moreS
Beet: Nice
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'shoes for the dead', just granted probation at 9:01 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Beet: Howdy CS
regnad kcin: !ELP
Principalpoop: yum smores
late: so, which of you gonna drive the black screamer tonight?
DJTween: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: howdy all
Nabby: Shoes
Beet: greetings shoes
Dexter Fong: Hi shoes
EWeston: Shoes for industry
morescience: Is there anything to drink in this joint? Or is it just joints again?
Beet: Here have a joint
EWeston: I wanna domino
shoes for the dead: use this reusable cup
Dexter Fong: Catherwood please drop a bomber on morescience
||||||||| Catherwood strides up to Dexter Fong and yells "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| Catherwood escorts dude into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:03 PM, then departs.
||||||||| zero ohms steps in at 9:03 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Is Three finger Mickie's still open?
Mudhead: Catherwood tip yourself
||||||||| Catherwood tips himself .
Principalpoop: paranoia and being under seige
Mudhead: Catherwood tip yourself over
||||||||| Catherwood tips himself over .
shoes for the dead: happy Boxing Day anyways...............
Mudhead: aw your just a Nancy Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Mudhead and queries "Would you like something?"
CS: an interesting summation of the album.
||||||||| Catherwood leads RudyStinkindesert into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:04 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: good show stout fellow
dude: rights,...rights...he hasn't got any.
Mudhead: yes, Catherwood pick yourself up
||||||||| Catherwood yes picks himself up .
late: damn, what a beginning
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” - 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/firtheatinne.html'
jahgust: This is the album i have listened to the least. To my detriment I bet!
morescience: Yeah, I was in a boxing match. I got KOd by the cardboard
CS: not necessariy, joe
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jahgust: Ha!
shoes for the dead: have you played J-Men yet, Tween?
DJTween: CS doesn't like this one, Joe ;)
late: 666!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
CS: dont think it would work on "radio" shoes
''Bob'': I don't really understand this album, but it's still well worth a dollar.
DJTween: J-Men doesn't really work without the video, does it?
RudyStinkindesert: Damned iPhone has a mind of my own
DJTween: Martian Space Party does
''Bob'': Which is what I actually paid for the LP, IIRC.
CS: even better, tween
jahgust: Well they can't all be absolute winners!
''Bob'': Possibly the best cover art of any FT LP.
Beet: the other two had arms. hehe
EWeston: Klong wasted, the pussycat!
CS: i turned the case of the missing yolks into one of my radio shows. dont know if it works or not
DJTween: I probably should try playing the audio from Weirdly Cool
CS: agreed, bob
ah Clem: woof - woof
late: over the edge!
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| regnad kcin - dead from measles
||||||||| LadyEstes - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: Peggy!!
Principalpoop: ivory soap, it floats
EWeston: Better than over the eessh
Nabby: this lp is darn peculiar
jahgust: Though i do think Over the edge is hilarious, if only for Ossmans over the top performance as Peggy!
Mudhead: Dead Cat Soap, it meows
CS: to say the least, nabby
shoes for the dead: kinda dark, Nabby
DJTween: absolutely, jaghust
||||||||| morescience leaves at 9:11 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..."
CS: this is really an austin/ossman album, with guest stars pete and proc
''Bob'': I played this one on WCNI for Thanksgiving. Along with Arlo, naturally.
||||||||| 9:11 PM: Elayne 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!"
Elayne: Evenin' all! Happy Boxing Day!
CS: HI El
jahgust: Right Cat!
CS: Happy Boxing Day
Mudhead: Happy Holidaze E!
Principalpoop: happy boxers day E
shoes for the dead: Hi E
jahgust: Hi El!
EWeston: Elayne checks in early, and just in time
DJTween: Hey E
Nabby: Hi Elayne
CS: Just watched an old MASH last night where visiting brit soldiers convince Potter to try boxing day role reversal
||||||||| "Hey RudyStinkindesert!" ... RudyStinkindesert turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:12 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
zero ohms: My recollections of this album were that it was a little 'darker' than most the others
Elayne: Well, I took today as a vacation day, EWeston, so I've been pretty much doing nothing all day.
late: damned expensive airports...
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EWeston: Whose got the anecdote?
||||||||| 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."
Principalpoop: https://archive.org/stream/red_dwarf_smegazine-1992-08/Red_Dwarf_Smegazine_v1_007_1992_08#page/n19/mode/2up
Nabby: didn't know that Cat
CS: canada has had boxing day since it was a brit colony, but that tradition is quite alien to us
Principalpoop: nick danger, red drawf version
jahgust: Those aliens sure know ow to box!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Merlyn into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:13 PM, then departs.
EWeston: We had three up to visit Mom, a slightly tiring drive
||||||||| 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!"
jahgust: OW!!
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Principalpoop: hey M
||||||||| Catherwood leads Andity Kane in through the front door at 9:13 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby: merl
Merlyn: hey awl
Elayne: Evenin' Merlyn!
CS: masters became servants in england
CS: hi merl
jahgust: Hey Merl! Happy Boxing shorts
shoes for the dead: hi Merl
CS: but only for a day
Andity Kane: Welcome!
''Bob'': Brad! Rocky! Unh!
EWeston: Its a Merly by gosh
CS: and the MASH episode is heavy on the trite moralizing, fond as i am of the old series
zero ohms: CS- a hangover from the Roman Saturnalia festivals
shoes for the dead: smells like a dead cat in here
Nabby: cracking up
jahgust: I love saying that out of context in awkward conversations. Smells like a dead cat in here!
CS: yeah, like the umperor was ever a slave for a day
Principalpoop: hello woodrow
late: do you like horses?
EWeston: Only sea horses
Dexter Fong: neigh
shoes for the dead: horse corsettes
CS: when i was in vegas there was this enormous rodeo going on.
CS: felt like Calgary Stampede, only with slightly more Americans
EWeston: I did have a thing for a flying horse, but she flew away
Nabby: enormous radio
zero ohms: coarse horsettes
shoes for the dead: PRC, CS?
CS: i was actually a cowboy for a day in 67, but in general i think we should just leaves horses alone
CS: into your gas tank, weston
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: they shoot horses, don't they?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:17 PM and uh clem bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: /me loves horses, and rode them when he was a kid
late: anyone seen any naughty pix of kim?
EWeston: She was red. Was this a clew?
Beet: hard to drive cattle in a car. just sayin'
CS: it's the soap dish, poop. the REALLY BIG soap dish
uh clem: greasy grape
jahgust: Tough to squeeze em into those tiny syringes.
Nabby: hi uh
Principalpoop: kim clock? dr. fords nurse?
CS: my jr.high in la had horses riding them was one of our classes
EWeston: Beet, yah worst back seat drivers ever
uh clem: sup
late: kim coolzip
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mark Time close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:18 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the Aviary.
Beet: Sorry
DJTween: Hello. Mark.
CS: greetings, mr. time
Nabby: Hi Mark
late: no
EWeston: They don't know from house training, much less car training
CS: re vegas, i didn't know there were that many cowboy hats in the world
Elayne: Hey Mark@!
Mark Time: Happy landings..........Mark
Principalpoop: that site does not meet your approval E?
shoes for the dead: cars are not trainable
CS: in general, i found them much better behaved than the usual vegas drunken multitudes
EWeston: Mark on, mark?
late: give it back
Beet: what about train cars?
Mudhead: can't train a car
shoes for the dead: cars pulling trains?
EWeston: No but you can reason with them...sometimes
DJTween: doesn't a train pull cars?
Mark Time: one organism.....one vote!
zero ohms: LOL Mudhead!
shoes for the dead: thats auto erotic
CS: they whiz wherever they want
Beet: you can have a cattle car in a train
zero ohms: Pull-man cars too!
DJTween: but the cattle are hard to train
EWeston: Yah I seen em playing cards in those cars
Beet: the cows?
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Principalpoop: drinking coffee and smoking big cigars
late: double golden slasher time!
Mark Time: I aint free......I'se expensive!!!!!
EWeston: Club range stricks can get their attention
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: I'm confused (pleasantly)
EWeston: Yah Beet thewy were playing spads
shoes for the dead: HUH?
CS: no cheapies here, mark
EWeston: Any mention of spats will be teased
Rufus_T_Firetween: I suspect Nabbly, that even more so than other FST albums, this would be good to heard with headphones and your eyes shut so you can catch it all
late: eat flaming death...
CS: or not, tween
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Andity Kane - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Sci Fi West - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rufus_T_Firetween: *good to hear
Nabby: Indeed Rufus T
Elayne: For whatever reason I never could get into Next World...
shoes for the dead: fascist media pigs
late: give it back!
EWeston: The flaming media pigs?
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:26 PM, dragging TheLateFudd by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Principalpoop: running reactionary lackys
DJTween: Hi Fudd
CS: i found the long movie scenes and the soap quite painful to listen to
||||||||| Outside, the 9:26 PM crosstown bus from Ohio pulls away, leaving PissFest coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
late: poor random
PissFest: those are good cars
shoes for the dead: what a mess
EWeston: Soon the be scooterized rolling lackys
DJTween: Hi Fest
CS: there's lots of great line in it and i love the baseball scene at the, but the negatives have always outweighed the positives for me
DJTween: and now, side tooo
PissFest: heh tween
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “IN THE NEXT WORLD, YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
jahgust: Defintile and after 2am kind of record!
CS: what's up next, tween?
PissFest: no negatives for me - it is pretty dark though
Beet: thrill of death the agony of competition. funny
DJTween: a Let's Eat episode
jahgust: Pardun me tte pong!
EWeston: Aggreed PF
DJTween: "The Underworld Olympics"
Nabby: I didn't connect with this lp in its day - I like it a lot more lately
shoes for the dead: or two shrooms,jahg
late: right on sir
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Always liked bits of it though
CS: interestate for a shootup gallery, quote Steppenwolfe and presages Clark Wintergreen
jahgust: Sit here in the waiting shrooms!
zero ohms: I last listened to this lp during a break at band rehersal
DJTween: anybody want to get into Skype chat during the break?
PissFest: dedicated to the late Tom Laughlin
||||||||| grandfatherGlock enters at 9:30 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
CS: he just died. all i knew of him was billy jack dog food
PissFest: timely, huh?
DJTween: Hi glock
EWeston: UUMmmmmshroom tea
zero ohms: in 1977 I think it was
grandfatherGlock: I'm high alright
zero ohms: Something gotup mynnose backstage
Nabby: groan
DJTween: You never saw the movies, CS?
Mudhead: dont go off half-cocked Glock
late: blacklisted...
PissFest: hahaha clap clap
jahgust: Skypeing tonight Tween?
||||||||| "9:31 PM? 9:31 PM!!" says Catherwood, "uhClem should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as uhClem enters and sits at the bar.
CS: nope
Nabby: Tilebuyer
shoes for the dead: GT!!!!
DJTween: IF you like, jaghust
grandfatherGlock: high octane gasoline
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:32 PM and pja666 sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
grandfatherGlock: & the dog food Billy Jack eats . . .
EWeston: Its got little red flying horsies in it
late: these movie shorts are great
Dexter Fong: >:
DJTween: OH SHOOT! Sorry, I have to take that back. I don't have Skype installed on this OS yet :/ sorry, maybe next week
DJTween: Hi 666
jahgust: Oh well
EWeston: is he adlibbing?
Mudhead: just dial the 66 and wait for the next 6
DJTween: You'll have to ask libby
PissFest: bravo!
DJTween loves Flagstaff, AZ and the country around it
||||||||| 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!"
late: squat!
jahgust: Those libberal ads are maddening! ;)
EWeston: Named after my own home town?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bunnyboy into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:34 PM, then departs.
shoes for the dead: you in Flag now, Tween?
Bunnyboy: lo dere
PissFest: Act police!
Mark Time: adlibertine
jahgust: hey Bun!
Nabby: Hi Bunny
Beet: Hewy Bunny
EWeston: Het Bun
||||||||| 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!"
Bunnyboy: Billy Jack LIKES Billy Jack Dog Food...or LIKED it...
Beet: that was supposed to be "hey"
Bunnyboy: Now, it's over by the Dead Cat Soap.
grandfatherGlock: They still sell DVDs of the whole trilogy on the square in Prescott where BJ beat up the sheriff (but he did not beat the deputy)
CS: hi bun
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
Nabby: Het is an alternate spelling
CS: has anyone seen Smaug?
Nabby: Yes
zero ohms: Not yet CS
EWeston: Hetrodyning versis a nonhetrodyning bunnie
Beet: best dragon ever
DJTween: I've visited Prescott as well
pja666: cs just got back from it
late: crowd goes wild
''Bob'': It was OK.
DJTween: Hey Bunny
Nabby: Hard to top Vermithrax visually but.....
jahgust: Just got the the extended Hobbit DVD as I missed it in theatres. Smaug will be soon after!
CS: the effects are amazing. sauron has never been more mesmerizing
late: here it comes
PissFest: AAAAAAAAA
CS: i didnt see first one.
EWeston: And there it goes. but not...
grandfatherGlock: how long til the whole hobbit is out on DVD?
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Sci Fi West', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:37 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
pja666: cs at least the "eye" make some more sense
CS: i wonder what the firesign would have done with that kind of effects budget
shoes for the dead: the hobbit is gay?
||||||||| Sci Fi West, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Auditorium.
late: eat fascist death...
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: third movie next year and then another 6 months after for the DVD
CS: yes, pja
pja666: glock, 60 days after the 3rd part
CS: i saw this one in 3D, the lor tril in the usual format
grandfatherGlock: thx,66
''Bob'': Firesign is so much better, because their albums take place in the theater of your mind...
PissFest: Siddown, Raquel - I'm not kiddin'!!!
EWeston: Wonder if they'll ever try Bored of the Rings
pja666: they get them out faster on dvd because they lose too much from piracy
CS: if instead of peter jackson, peter Bergman had been given a billion dollars and said, ok, Create!
Nabby: Saw it in 3D as well -- big damn bees
grandfatherGlock: Lampoon would insist on Chevy Chase being innit
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Beet: before the movies BBC audio of LOTR absolutely fabulous
Bunnyboy: My new, improved SHIBBOLETH copy arrived today. Spoiler: It includes a transcript of EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG!
Nabby: Notice the Jackson cameo?
CS: indeed, nabby
EWeston: He could play Good Gulf
Beet: right in the beginning smoking
Bunnyboy: ...and a lovely side-sheet ad from Mr. Leonardo's.
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh clem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
shoes for the dead: even the speeded up parts, Bunny?
CS: i prefer the books, which i've read many times and miss the wonderful dialogue in the flicks
PissFest: mr muckle!
PissFest: PLEASE sit down.
Nabby: groovy Cat
''Bob'': WTF? There's a new version of Shibboleth?
CS: flicks are other artifacts entirely
Nabby: Nicol Williamson's Hobbit is tops
jahgust: Yep Bun! Great book! Came on Monday so i could open on xmas day!
Elayne: Have to retire to the living room for a spot of Christmas pud. Back in a trice! Ta!
||||||||| Around 9:40 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
CS: writing was originally just speaking, remembered
late: go crows!
TheLateFudd: "Ah technical difficulties have prevented tonights feature," muttered TheLateFudd as he reboots his comboobulator.
Beet: E, come back come back!
Bunnyboy: Ehrm, "Christmas pud"? Hmnmm...
CS: i got lor for xmas in i think 65.
PissFest: old boogies
EWeston: True Cease. The Greeks mythology came from need to match stories of the Eath Godess stories
Nabby: It's holiday pud what can you say?
PissFest: little gladiator tips
shoes for the dead: little gladiator tips
Bunnyboy: Yup. The new, improved paperback edition is the second try at a first edition...and it's superlative.
CS: this is a great scene
Mark Time: wild crows on special....look at their eyes!
shoes for the dead: echo in here
CS: of what, bun?
Nabby: mesmerized and still cracking up
Rufus_T_Firetween: >> ''Bob'': WTF? There's a new version of Shibboleth? << http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Bunnyboy: cat: SHIBBOLETH.
EWeston: When will they ever catch that echo?
late: more sugar?
zero ohms: more sugar!
Rufus_T_Firetween: "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH reproduces both of Firesign's Big Books, originally published in 1972 and 1974 by Straight Arrow"
EWeston: Sugar sugar surgar
late: golly
''Bob'': So I have to buy Big Book of Plays a third time? I can't keep up...
PissFest: adult curious
CS: i still have them
shoes for the dead: i caught it once and am still on drugs to get rid of it
late: gosh
DJTween: lol shoes
EWeston: Someone check the poopers pulse
Mark Time: your recreationally minded friends......enema hotline
Beet: everyone is selling something
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: our slick rubber line break room
zero ohms: enema hotline? oh noooo
late: getting kind of weird here
CS: this is very good
shoes for the dead: lazy ducks
EWeston: Just now?
DJTween: getting??
zero ohms: Cox? I'm getting woozie...
EWeston: Put some nice blue moss on it
Beet: Evrything's turning blue, Cox
||||||||| 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!"
CS: supposed to be a sequel to eykiw
Nabby: Hahaha EW & Tween
''Bob'': I have mixed feelings about reading the scripts. Sometimes the dialogue I make up in my head makes more sense.
shoes for the dead: floater up from the graprfruit league
Mark Time: another insect crawls out......
CS: indeed, bob
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Hoodies, Sweatchirts, Coffee Mugs, Caps and lots of other cool Firesign goodies at CafePress >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
PissFest: my favorite FT ending?
zero ohms: There's abunch of crows in here
EWeston: Its so hard to tell
CS: i still havent bought the mushroom plays and i heard them when first performed
Merlyn: what revoltin' word pictures
Mark Time: too much life an death....
Dexter Fong <<
CS: fishin for snook
Nabby: Great record
CS: or dead mayors
EWeston: The King said,The picutres are revolting!
Dexter Fong: and the Hour Hour shows too Tweeny
grandfatherGlock: whateVer happened to the 'let's eat' boxed set?
||||||||| 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!"
''Bob'': That Duke of Madness Motors dealie is a real blessing, I tell ya.
Nabby: Let's eat!
jahgust: Dukes is a blessing for realz!
Beet: or be eaten
Nabby: DoMM is the cat's jammies
''Bob'': Don't talk with your mouth full.
Principalpoop: night all, happy new year
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from DUKE OF MADNESS MOTORS LET’S EAT Broadcasts “The Underwold Olympics”- 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'
||||||||| Principalpoop says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Principalpoop exits at 9:51 PM.
CS: this is at the time of the sapporo olympics, i think
shoes for the dead: i've gotten thru the hh shows so far............
EWeston: Stop figgeting
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
Beet: night poop. C U next year
Bunnyboy: Glock: The DOMM book has the labels of the LET'S EAT set, and the disc has the audio from the 12 discs.
Nabby: Cool, Cat
EWeston: Bye Pooper
Rufus_T_Firetween: the Let's Eat shows are _part_ of Duke Of Madness
CS: its a cornucopia of intelligence. a horn to your ear that never stops
grandfatherGlock: groovy,bunnyboy
Bunnyboy: I can't hear you. I have a horn in my ear.
zero ohms: There's more than one way out... Later!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Bunnyboy: nite zo
Nabby: it goes around and around and comes out hear
CS: by zero
EWeston: I think a bee is trying to fly out of my left ear
Nabby: Later zaro
EWeston: Bu By Ohms
Beet: later o
Nabby: Later Zeriod
Bunnyboy: Nabby: Elmer Fudd as Deems Taylor. Got it!
Nabby: (fingers not werking)
Bunnyboy: A CORNY CONCERTO, for you YouTubers.
shoes for the dead: E=IR, Ohm
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah Clem - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| TheLateFudd - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| uhClem - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| pja666 - dead from measles
||||||||| Sci Fi West - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: Bunny yepsk
''Bob'': They're no fun. They fell right over.
EWeston: From the Temple of Ampere Watt. Where was secreted ther sacred omhwattamp
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:56 PM, dragging cybermentsch by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
DJTween: Hi mentsch
Nabby: afk for a bit
EWeston: A clear or decorated yo yo
Bunnyboy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m735o_eEwgg
Beet: a bite?
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
||||||||| grandfatherGlock rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's grandfatherGlock?! It's 9:57 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
shoes for the dead: no ritht frame
shoes for the dead: right
PissFest: touched by Don Hooker
EWeston: How bout the left frame
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Mudhead: no, he reft frame
Beet: left frame of mind
shoes for the dead: bereft of mind
EWeston: Not a brefet framme of blind?
Beet: that works
EWeston: But will it pay?
Nabby: *applause*
CS: Oh is actually a Chinese name. I assume
CS: Austin knew this
Beet: where there's smoke there's work
EWeston: Thank you fellow rich people
CS: Part of Japanese baseball surrealism. Their greatest home run hitter was Chinese.
CS: As if crows turned into insects
shoes for the dead: Spanish flying
Beet: Spanish Flying event. lol
DJTween: I guess that's no more ironic than the US having players from Cuba
Merlyn: insert me and Julio
EWeston: Down at the school yard
CS: she is in Gaudi's hands. and they never stop
Nabby: Insert tab A into slot B
CS: have any of you been to barcelona?
Beet: plug in the female
CS: i think phil and melinda have
Nabby: Time doesn't stop just because marijuana stretches it
Nabby: Got to Beet
CS: Gaudi's visual odd juxtapositions are very much like Firesigns
shoes for the dead: tong collection
EWeston: going visual firesign would not be an easy thing
Nabby: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Hotel_Attraction.jpg
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| zero ohms - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| late - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Beet: Indian emple gone wild
Nabby: With love and money it could be done
Beet: Temple with a "t"
CS: gaudi offered me an way of seeing that. when i was walking through gaudi's parc, his houses and his church, i could hear firesign lines in my mind looking at these things
EWeston: it took its top off and flashed some tourists?
CS: i'll have to post something to youtube
Beet: please give the link
shoes for the dead: big stupas
Nabby: I know some of those guys
Beet: the stupa guys
EWeston: Those stupas have had silicone injections
Beet: you can tell
EWeston: By touch yes
shoes for the dead: sili tities
Beet: I like that, shoes
EWeston: They don't wobble like natural stupas
Nabby: I've seen those hanging in caves
Beet: stalag titties
EWeston: Its not easy to hang out in a cave
shoes for the dead: stillactates?
Beet: unless you're a bat
EWeston: Only after the mating season
Bunnyboy: Mr. Leonardo...
Bunnyboy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4k23EYlv4c
Beet: beat off every desire
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 10:15 PM, dragging katmandowop by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Nabby: Art Snob
DJTween: Hi katman
EWeston: Till the hormones kick in anyway
Nabby: Bergman is/was nuts
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: *applause*
shoes for the dead: hahaha
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
jahgust: Phil Phil Phil and Phil!
Nabby: The Fab Firesign
shoes for the dead: excrutable best
Nabby: good old SSU
Bunnyboy: Oh, I gotta skeet. See yez!
jahgust: Take your hands off me!
Nabby: Later Bunny
Beet: Bye Bunny
EWeston: Have a good new year Bun
shoes for the dead: bye bun
Bunnyboy: Oh, right. Happy New Year!
EWeston: There ain't room enough in this dress for both of us
CS: by bun
jahgust: Night nights Bun!
Beet: Can you believe it? 2014!
CS: is that significant, beet?
EWeston: 13 had some good spots
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: in your years
Beet: Only that we made it
Rufus_T_Firetween: very difficult to believe, Beet
Bunnyboy: Are we coming up on the (gulp!) 18th year of FST chat?
shoes for the dead: pograms
EWeston: hobby or fixation?
Rufus_T_Firetween: The official start was when, Bunny?
CS: 19th year i think, bun
CS: 1995, right merl? if he's still here
Rufus_T_Firetween: Elayne's IRC chat was back in the mid-90's, as I recall
CS: elayne started it and she's long gone
Bunnyboy: yeah, cat and Merlyn would know. Wow!
Merlyn: depends on what you start at
Beet: must have been a lot of that pud
CS: the first irc chat
CS: you have some logs of that, as we've discussed
Nabby: IRC *sigh*
jahgust: FST chat is legal now!
shoes for the dead: before the beginning
Bunnyboy: Sure. That would be early to mid 90s.
Nabby: way back when
CS: i was there at the time. it was an outgrowth of the game thing
Merlyn: IRCs go back to at least 1998
Merlyn: PHP chats here go back to 2002
Merlyn: http://firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20020919.html
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH AVAILABLE JANUARY 14th! Click to order in advance!"
CS: Elayne and her then husband came to visit here in early 95 and we drove down to see Ossmans. i have vid of that, spring 95. it was around that time
Bunnyboy: We'll do it some more, anyway. Nite!
||||||||| Around 10:24 PM, Bunnyboy walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mark Time - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| cybermentsch - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: J'wana?
||||||||| 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."
shoes for the dead: 15%!!!
CS: richard arnold was an original. dont remember all the others but elayne's zine really brought it into existent and nurtured it
Nabby: I see
jahgust: My favorite heckler!
CS: tiny dr.tim. austin does a great eulogy for him on one of the first satelite shows
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: He fell right over
Nabby: I'd like to hear that sometime Cat
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Say fella. That's Bob, Doncha think god knows your suffering
CS: i think its on the firesign website. merl produced that, eh, merl?
jahgust: That eulogy alwasy makes me cry when I hear it.
CS: i have been to sapporo too. lived there in 76
jahgust: Wet!
CS: GREAT city
Nabby: Oh I'll check
CS: never saw a kabuki plays
shoes for the dead: 100 yd lash
shoes for the dead: yes i can, what do you mean?
EWeston: Larrupin good fun
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nabby > Lew Tebbetts aka Tiny Dr. Tim December 3, 2007 6:34 PM Lew Tebbetts aka Tiny Dr. Tim - Fools in Space show #8 - Firesign Theatre - May 18, 2002 - video clips from Firesign Theatre's XM radio show - http://www.archive.org/download/Firesign_Theatre_Podcasting_001/lew.rm
Beet: if you drop your faith it must shatter
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:32 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Rufus_T_Firetween: wb E
Elayne: Tasty Christmas pud! Oh, and we watched another QI episode on the YouTube...
Beet: how was the pud, E?
jahgust: Love QI! Just watched the new xmas episode on You Tube!
EWeston: Folded him right over
||||||||| 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'
Elayne: Jahgust, what's the newest one? We're still slogging through the "K" season, just finished #9
CS: Hi El
jahgust: Episode 14 in the K series!
CS: We were just recalling the beginning of chat. it was after you and steve came to vist or not?
DJTween: '95?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
jahgust: El This uploader has em all! http://www.youtube.com/user/NickFromFulhamPt2
CS: i think so, tween.
CS: i used this in my firesign poetry show. bergman can really cook
DJTween: yeah
Nabby: Yeah
shoes for the dead: Yee Haa!
jahgust: Bergman in fine form! or fine formless as he is these days!
Nabby: Wet!
Mudhead: that was enuff for me, g'nite all...see ya next year!
Beet: This was fun. I hope everyone is prosperous and happy in 2014. Thanks Tween. See ya next week.
shoes for the dead: Bye All
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Thanks Merlyn & Tween
||||||||| Around 10:39 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset...
EWeston: Needs a few screaming guitars
CS: thanks again, tween
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
||||||||| "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!"
EWeston: See yah Shoes
Nabby: Adios & see yaz in 2014
jahgust: Thanks Tween and Merl!
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (10:39 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I tink I gone to. Tll next year, again
DJTween wonders if people would olike if he did a special NYE show playing Immortality
CS: by e
CS: good idea, tween. it is a new years album
EWeston: Heavy party night tweeny
jahgust: Aw hell yes! I listen to immortality as a tradition on New Years Eve!
Dexter Fong: Night all, see you in the Next World
jahgust: Bye Mo!
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:41 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs EWeston by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
CS: by dex
||||||||| 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!"
Merlyn: nite everyone
CS: off we flee
DJTween: Maybe I'll put out something on Facebook and see if people want to show up
DJTween: Until last time, again...
CS: for better days in 2014
Merlyn: yes, Immortality is a good new year's eve choice, of course
jahgust: Maybe we can get the boyz to pay us a special NYE visit in chat land!
DJTween: yes indeed, Cat
||||||||| At 10:42 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Merlyn!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| "10:42 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
CS: joe, asking the guys to do something is Not a Good Idea
jahgust: tend to do the apposite do they?
Elayne: Particularly during the holidaze
Elayne: They are not our monkeys
CS: they have their own lives
jahgust: True El! Oh well we can love em from afar just as well!
CS: look at all the loving pix ossman and proc post on facebook
CS: their cats, their kids, their eternal selves
jahgust: I certainly wasn't suggesting monkey dancing...unless they like that sort of thing!
CS: help their career if you can, joe
CS: we spent some time with them a few years ago after the shows
jahgust: I try with very purchase!
CS: i'm not selling their merch. they have folks who do that. we do what we do.
jahgust: Indeed!
CS: they try and expand the boundaries.
||||||||| 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!"
CS: i would never say dont buy a product, but they are not a big mac
CS: if you want to get into that, great. but no reason to do anything but play their words. that's what they're for
jahgust: Not a Big Mac but ironically they stay with you..a long time!
CS: lolo
CS: ive neverf eaten one
CS: although i did have a few burger kings. they were very good
jahgust: Not missing much cat! I can no longer stomach that drek!
CS: i never ate meat until i was 11, survived cuban missile crisis
CS: vegetarian parents thougtht, lets eat meat and die by missiles
CS: their relatives starved by stalin in 30s
jahgust: Brings new meaning to the words look out below!
CS: you werent conciously alive in 62, right, joe?
jahgust: Ha! no indeed! Not even a glimmer. Perhaps floating about in the ether?
Elayne: Sorry folks, I'm overtaken. Next week... er, next year!
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| DJTween - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
jahgust: Night folks maybe New Years Eve?
||||||||| jahgust rushes off, saying "10:56 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Not Ed into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 10:58 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 11:07 PM: FrenchFrankBaum jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
FrenchFrankBaum: But it was all in old phallic Greek so I have no idea what you said.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Not Ed - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Elayne - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| CS - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
FrenchFrankBaum: It's a case of the disappearing word language symbols as posts. What fence do tnce do the posts show up
FrenchFrankBaum: Yegad! It might be the groove at the end of the record!
FrenchFrankBaum: Wow ! Talk about transcendent. Well. Why is no one talking but me?
FrenchFrankBaum: For the record: getting there (Considering THESE days) might be a lonely thing.
FrenchFrankBaum: Well okay ! I'll imagine my own way out, thank you !
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| katmandowop - dead from the yaws
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads katmandowop into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 11:49 PM, then departs.
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| 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 Svenning Archery disembarks at 12:05 AM.
Svenning Archery: Just pulled off the funway, probably missed all the fun, way?
Svenning Archery: Oh well, timey wimey, jelly finger baby wonkers. Bye 4 now, til next no one meets!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| katmandowop - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'KenM', just granted probation at 12:12 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| KenM - dead from jaundice
||||||||| PissFest - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| FrenchFrankBaum - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Svenning Archery - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rono close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 3:54 AM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 4:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Rono - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'katmandowop', just granted probation at 4:30 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| 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:
Andity Kane
Beet
''Bob''
Bunnyboy
CS
Dexter Fong
DJTween
dude
Elayne
EWeston
FrenchFrankBaum
grandfatherGlock
jahgust
LadyEstes
late
Mark Time
Merlyn
morescience
Mudhead
Nabby
PissFest
pja666
Principalpoop
regnad kcin
Rono
RudyStinkindesert
Rufus_T_Firetween
Sci Fi West
shoes for the dead
Son of Firesign Presents...
Svenning Archery
TheLateFudd
ah Clem
uh clem
zero ohms
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/chat/logs/fstchat_20020919.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=nextworld-ln
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatinne.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://archive.org/stream/red_dwarf_smegazine-1992-08/Red_Dwarf_Smegazine_v1_007_1992_08#page/n19/mode/2up
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Hotel_Attraction.jpg
http://www.archive.org/download/Firesign_Theatre_Podcasting_001/lew.rm
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.youtube.com/user/NickFromFulhamPt2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4k23EYlv4c
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m735o_eEwgg



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