A Firesign Chat
01/30/2014




Archive


Special appearance by
P. Austin

||||||||| 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 January 30, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| katmandowop enters at 6:29 AM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| Around 6:30 AM, katmandowop walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Outside, the 7:45 PM uptown bus from New York pulls away, leaving George Stevens coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
George Stevens: Well, looks like I am early. Not sure if this is already been mentioned, but you can listen to "Attention Convention" by the Four Candidates on YouTube. Here is a link::
George Stevens: http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=heQQZpGjdIg&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DheQQZpGjdIg
George Stevens: Also, there is a copy of Phil Austin's "Duckman" 45 on eBay for a cheap price.
George Stevens: Hope you are feeling better, Tween!
||||||||| 7:49 PM -- George Stevens left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 7:59 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pm EST this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pm EST **'
||||||||| It's 8:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Captain Equinox enters at 8:27 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
Captain Equinox: HIYA, Kiddos!
||||||||| dude sashays in at 8:32 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies aanelli inside, makes a note of the time (8:34 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hey folks
DJTween: music in a couple of minutes
||||||||| Catherwood leads Lil inside, makes a note of the time (8:36 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
DJTween: Hi Lil
Lil: Hiya Tweeny how b you
DJTween: much better, thanks :)
DJTween: Damned flu had me down for 2 weeks
Lil: Were you unwell?
DJTween: better now
DJTween: How is you?
Lil: Ah so, glad you're recovering
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: MUSIC IS PLAYING
||||||||| 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."
Lil: Not bad, not bad atoll
DJTween: Tonight's fare - Fighting Clowns
Lil: Cool
Lil: Always knew Pnisnose was a bush worshipper
Captain Equinox: I think there's a problem with the music feed...I hear a lot of typing.
Captain Equinox: BTW, is Davi
Captain Equinox: BTW, is David joining us tonight?
Captain Equinox: Typing and sniffling.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Mr Underwear Factory Toy into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:43 PM, then departs.
DJTween: PhilP's pissed at me because I posted a joke Al Gore photo on Facebook - "Al Gore Just Posted A New Selfie" - NOTICE: ** currently playing - Warm Up Music - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)
DJTween: No, sorry about the Ossman link, that's something FB did automatically
DJTween: will get rid of it next time
DJTween: Phil still wants to get on sometime in tghe next few weeks, and I'll keep making the offer to the others
Captain Equinox: I saw Phil P's anger on that post.
DJTween: oops wrong link for Al lol
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:45 PM, then departs.
DJTween: Hey PrincP
Principalpoop: what is the rod?
Captain Equinox: Still hearing your typing and sniffling and the music only in the background' Man.
||||||||| Outside, the 8:47 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving late coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Lil: Catherwood would you mind eating your shorts please
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to Lil and asks "Did you want me?"
Principalpoop: who me?
Lil: I always want yoh Catherwood ♥
||||||||| Catherwood gets yoh ♥.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Rufus_T_Firetween inside, makes a note of the time (8:47 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Al Gore Just Posted A New Selfie - https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/t1/p480x480/1560400_10153774252515019_874509617_n.jpg
Lil: that was you ♥ lol
Principalpoop: rufus types fast
Principalpoop: i recall that black heart from the old ibm pc games, wow
Rufus_T_Firetween: Lil knows her HTML :)
Lil: OMG that is too funny bahahaha
||||||||| 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: she is part ascii?
||||||||| Catherwood leads Cat into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:50 PM, then departs.
Lil: Nah I just fake it hehehe
late: you've got your mic on, dj
Principalpoop: hey cat
DJTween: Hi Cat
Principalpoop: blow your nose tween, please
Cat: awaiting volume
DJTween: lol
DJTween: sniff sniff
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
late: come on, blow it
Principalpoop: ahh, that is the last of the cocoa
Principalpoop: here come the clowns, as cat arrives hehe
DJTween: /me writes a penny-dreadful
DJTween: lol
Cat: i am about to be immersed in soup
Lil: here's a tishoo
Principalpoop: minestroni, don't sit on the noodles
||||||||| 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 enters at 8:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
||||||||| 8:52 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Beet: Hello all.
DJTween: Hi Beet, EW
Principalpoop: ciao beet
Principalpoop: und ew
Lil: I am about to immerse myself in Cherry Garcia
EWeston: Who was that mashed man? yow everbodie
Beet: Hey, Tween, Your mike is on and the music is barely audible.
DJTween: my mic is not on
Lil: hi beet
Principalpoop: isn't it queer? losing my timing this way, huh?
Beet: I am hearing someone typing.
Lil: then whose mike is on?
Principalpoop: i will never tell, lol
Lil: in yiur career Poop?
DJTween: give me a moment to check the connections
Lil: oh drat did it again
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| aanelli - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i counting on this chat to cure a broken funny bone, come on now
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'philber', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:55 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Beet: Now no music
Lil: thanks for preserving me Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood preservings Lil.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bosworth in through the front door at 8:55 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
late: no no please squeeze the wheeze before you turn your mic off
EWeston: Beat the Clever ist early todahk Yah?
Principalpoop: one and one and one is three
Principalpoop: got to be good looking cause she's so hard to see
late: give us a honk! honk!
Principalpoop: that fixed tween, silence, and we are lambs
EWeston: In base two its ten
||||||||| 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 aanelli gets out at 8:56 PM.
Principalpoop: i have gone deef, or check my headphone batteries
Principalpoop: no, red light is steady
Beet: Hi EW, Poop, Late at al
dude: Hey where'd the sound go Tweeny..?
DJTween: I'll bet that's somewhat better lol
EWeston: Wobbly red thing alert!
Captain Equinox: That's more better!
DJTween: try connecting again
Principalpoop: it was fun, you type fast, wow
Beet: Now clear as a bell
||||||||| Outside, the 8:58 PM bus from New York pulls away, leaving Dexter Fong coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: You were right, I had the laptop's mic selected as the input to the streamer!
DJTween: yipes
Beet: Hey, Dex
DJTween: Hi Dex
late: damn. i thought i turned that thing off.
Dexter Fong: Hey Kidstes
Principalpoop: music, some fast country girl singer
||||||||| 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: lol late
Principalpoop: and the fong, with a song
EWeston: Ever been Dexidecimal?
Cat: that was an exquisite soup
Principalpoop: binary and bi-polar
Beet: This is nice
Principalpoop: yum cat
||||||||| Catherwood enters with bolorkay close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, January 30, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts shoes for the dead in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: Hi Cat
Principalpoop: I ain't gonna be your dosey-doe
late: the fantastic world of dolby c
shoes for the dead: hiya keedos!
Beet: yo shoes
DJTween: OK, everybody get into the Tardis and lets start over...
Dexter Fong: EW: NO, but I was nearly deximated once
Cat: my wife can cook better than most people can do anything
||||||||| "9:00 PM? 9:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Pico & Alvarado should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Pico & Alvarado enters and sits on the couch.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Nabby close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
EWeston: No cherry on top for youm oh its shoes. Hide the body!
Principalpoop: 10 am
Nabby: Hi Tweeny
Nabby: Hi every-1
EWeston: Some where past cremation street?
||||||||| 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: ahhh, the mike was the source of the ahh, source
shoes for the dead: hi Nabby
Beet: For some reason I am feeling really wired tonight no substance required.
Cat: a contact high?
Beet: Probably
shoes for the dead: who's your connection?
Beet: I am not brand loyal with such things
EWeston: I had a probability high but the quantum complained
late: the plague?
Dexter Fong: ATTN FIREPEOPLE: Proctor showed up in a crossword puzzle; 67 Down; "Proctor of Firesign Theatre (sic) - Merle Reagle's Sunday Washington Post
Cat: we appreciate your efforts, tween
Principalpoop: 2014 fever, watch for discoleration of your toes
DJTween: It felt like the plague, I assure you
EWeston: No I had to send back the plaque though
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
late: jaundice?
DJTween: Hi Merlyn
Nabby: Glad you're back Tween
Cat: weston, did you see hawking last night?
late: far out
Dexter Fong: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “FIGHTING CLOWNS” - 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://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#FICLOWPFTFTJ'
Cat: bergman would have enjoyed it.
Merlyn: hey hoo
EWeston: Merl the pearl
Principalpoop: the M
Cat: i wonder if hawking ever heard, interacted with firesigns
Beet: Has anybody seen the Cumberbatch Hawking movie?
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| uhClem sneaks in around 9:05 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
Nabby: Yes Beet I liked it
EWeston: Cat no I've heard he's denighing the existence of black holes though
Beet: Can't wait to see it
Beet: Who Cumberbatch?
Cat: hawking radiation means they are not infinite. nor is our universe, as we know such things
Principalpoop: is cumberbatch the plural of cumberbun?
Pico & Alvarado: trumpet mute
shoes for the dead: "get yer radiation here!!!"
Dexter Fong: Poop: CUmbersome
Cat: our ideas of universes may be as trapped in perception as our ideas of particles
EWeston: Yes the evaporation of mini holes by that process has been in the literature for a while
Beet: No, that's Buns
Principalpoop: hehe he said buns hehe
Pico & Alvarado: cherubum
late: ruski-pow?
Beet: cherebums
Principalpoop: what is the large champagne bott, jerrobom
EWeston: The was some recent stuff out on the we are really holograms meme
Cat: with the encouragement of phil proctor, i wrote a radio play about that. http://seemreal.com/inftril/index.html
Principalpoop: i saw that, went back and edited the past so I didn't
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| bolorkay - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| philber - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Lil - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Mr Underwear Factory Toy - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: actually it was phil's wife melinda who told me to write radio plays.
EWeston: You could say wave phemomina is just another particle thing.
Pico & Alvarado: bum bum bum bum
||||||||| "9:11 PM? 9:11 PM!!" says Catherwood, "ferretjoe should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as ferretjoe enters and sits on the divan.
Cat: who is you?
Pico & Alvarado: bum bum bum dee bumm gal
EWeston: Some of the twin slot theories are getting very complex and time travely
DJTween: Hi ferrit
Principalpoop: modes of existence and modes of behavior
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| PaisleyHorsey steals in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
ferretjoe: hi all
DJTween: Hi Horsey
EWeston: You MIllions my hat presser
Principalpoop: neigh baby
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l
Beet: Haven't heard the twin slot stuff.
PaisleyHorsey: Hi DJTween...anybody seen Tiny Doctor Tim?
Pico & Alvarado: scuttlebut gal
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Twin slots available in the High Rollers Room
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:13 PM, dragging Mr. and Mrs. John Smith by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Principalpoop: like putting an oyster in a parking meter slot
Beet: Do you have to get six of evrything?
Pico & Alvarado: spoilsport gal
EWeston: That's the classic radiation, particle connundrum. One slot returns particle results. Two slots show wave results.
||||||||| 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 notinsane gets out at 9:14 PM.
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Nuclear War!
Beet: OK got it
late: really touching song
PaisleyHorsey: No strings attached? Must not be my yoyo.
Principalpoop: i want 50 megatons for each of us americans
EWeston: Some how the emitted energy knows if its going to hit one slot, or two
||||||||| 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!"
Pico & Alvarado: won't be gals...
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Doctor Dog in through the front door at 9:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby: Punkin gourd head!
EWeston: Will you take this babies arm holding an apple?
Cat: lol
Pico & Alvarado: its just this little chromium switch here
shoes for the dead: far out
EWeston: But its turtles all the way down
||||||||| Nabby says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Nabby exits at 9:16 PM.
shoes for the dead: fer shure
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:16 PM and Nabby sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Pico & Alvarado: thump dee thump
late: meanwhile, somewhere in the hollywood hills...
EWeston: Totally
shoes for the dead: whatever
Nabby: Hit the wrong button : )
notinsane: They never come up into the hills anymore...
Beet: welcome back, Nabby
EWeston: That is their function
||||||||| 9:17 PM: squeeze_the_wheeze jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: whatever
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “FIGHTING CLOWNS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l
Beet: Hey, squeeze
Nabby: Thanks Beet
Pico & Alvarado: darling nabby
EWeston: I'd fight apathy, but who cares.
Cat: a bald man talks hair
shoes for the dead: go for it baldy
squeeze_the_wheeze: hey hey all..sorry for being so late.....
Principalpoop: dyslexics untie
Beet: I like that one, EW
Cat: i'm looking more and more like ben franklin
Pico & Alvarado: oh wow
notinsane: Well, you've got people falling out of them, and water falling out of them, and you're really not managing your Heli-
Cat: maybe i can discover a new form of electricity
squeeze_the_wheeze: found a doobie by the side tale
EWeston: Grab him by the short hairs and hear him sing.
squeeze_the_wheeze: table
Nabby: Ray Gun
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Bosco Hearn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:19 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: raygun, hey raygun
Cat: a doobie, brother?
late: beautiful chorus
Pico & Alvarado: stars man
||||||||| "I'm going to The Sitting Room" says notinsane, and leaves.
Beet: Procter said Reagan was German for "it rains"
Nabby: do be a do bee, don't be a don't bee
Pico & Alvarado: coughing
Nabby: kaff koff
Cat: this is before reagan became us president.
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Sounds like Zappa's circa 78 band backing them up...
Cat: very surreal
squeeze_the_wheeze: just firing up for the game
Beet: Someone give him something for that cough
EWeston: Here I thought it was, what would scooby do
Nabby: ref: Ford
squeeze_the_wheeze: here's a nickle
Bosco Hearn: God almighty I'm hungry. Safe and sound and Hungry.
Nabby: It does, Mr. & Mrs.
Beet: That;s not very much
shoes for the dead: never too late to lose again
EWeston: I bid 6 cents for that cough
Principalpoop: I can't see, watch out for me
Pico & Alvarado: we're all hungry
late: they should have done more singing like this
Nabby: Dweezil's here in Seattle tonite
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: And Marching!
||||||||| Catherwood leads HappyHarry in through the front door at 9:22 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cat: he should be good
Bosco Hearn: Let's eat.
Beet: The only thing we have to fear is ME
squeeze_the_wheeze: That's not much
shoes for the dead: not much of a bid, EW
Nabby: Always a good show ya
Pico & Alvarado: and we ate it
Cat: he brought his billy the mt. tour to van. wished i'd seen it. i saw the original at ucla
EWeston: I'm bankrolled for up to a quarter
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: They killed my goat
Nabby: Neat Cat me too
EWeston: Shouldnta eet the groats
Cat: you were at pauly pavillion show?
Cat: with aubvin mehta and the gang?
||||||||| notinsane walks in and says "It's 9:24 PM, has anybody seen Nancy?"
Pico & Alvarado: the little dead man beneath the tank
Cat: zubin mehta
notinsane: Or Audrey Farber?
Nabby: uh uh no
Principalpoop: she was over there, earlier
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Doctor Dog - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| aanelli - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
late: oh
EWeston: Sure you say your notinsane. Any support for that call
notinsane: Betty Joe Biolotsky?
Cat: this is some of austin's best guitar
Pico & Alvarado: oh afganistan
Nabby: Austin played guitar?
Principalpoop: oh afghanistan
EWeston: Good enuf. Give heem the nuf
Cat: he said he wanted to be a rock guitar star instead of a comedian, but hey, fame is fame
Cat: yeah this is austin. he REALLY played guitar.
Nabby: Nice
notinsane: Afghanistan/Bananistan
Cat: he should show up and here and tell it like it was
Nabby: Hope so in future
Pico & Alvarado: he was a rock star on the cover of not insane
Nabby: I believe in a big god named Bill
Cat: the whole group is very musical
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Heard this piece "Afghanistan" in a documentary recently...
shoes for the dead: save us from Babylon
Cat: proctor met bergman as part of a yale musical
Pico & Alvarado: billusical
Principalpoop: welcome all bills to the promised land
Nabby: Suddenly I'm thinking about Bergman singing in Child's Garden...
notinsane: "Oh, Babylon...she is all lies! (klunk)."
EWeston: The Fudds is good too
Nabby: Ah interesting Cat
Beet: didn't Bergman write the musical?
Nabby: Great song here
Pico & Alvarado: babafghanistan
late: quite a world
Nabby: Backpakistan (Ossman said it)
EWeston: Hard to do the bonanafana version of that name
shoes for the dead: i forgot Billville started here
Nabby: Haha
EWeston: Carjackistan
late: sick!
Principalpoop: afaghanmobey icky taco okay
Cat: its hard to meet proctor without him bursting into song
DJTween: We are sausages with eyes!
Pico & Alvarado: paint houses in the valley?
Nabby: Haha
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: this is very austin
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Fudds!
Principalpoop: now we are in the 80s
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: It's cool
late: violent juvenile freaks?
EWeston: An born with asbestoes pants, they itch
Cat: have ya'll seen eobe? austin doing his rock god thing, with excelleng music
DJTween: I'll bet Austin is a fan of Todd Rundgren
late: fuzz it out, man
Pico & Alvarado: the stars
Nabby: He goes man
Cat: exellent
Cat: they must be friends
Nabby: I can hear that Tween
Dexter Fong: fer suuurree
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Fat sloppy tone. Very Rundgren-esque...
Pico & Alvarado: fur shore
Principalpoop: totally
late: hendrix + punk
Dexter Fong: fair share
Nabby: Crunchy & gunchy
Cat: they are as steeped in music as vancouver is in rain
EWeston: Furry shoes, that's aburd man
Pico & Alvarado: i am sure
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and intones "Presenting 'Stlouielou', just granted probation at 9:32 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Stlouielou
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Stlouielou: Howdy Folks!
notinsane: Out the door, no parachute...CU all next one...
||||||||| notinsane hurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's notinsane?! It's 9:33 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DJTween: bye NI
EWeston: Yow Lou
Principalpoop: ciao notinsane
Nabby: Howdy
Nabby: Later notinsane
DJTween: howdy doodie
Pico & Alvarado: the cats are fighting
Beet: Knowing that Austin is on guitar adds another dimension to this one.
Stlouielou: oh cool I thought I was late!
EWeston: Hoedee doodit?
Principalpoop: no, late is already here
Beet: hey louie
Nabby: Definitely Beet
shoes for the dead: doodie calls
Stlouielou: Ola Amigos
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith: Must split... See you next week!
late: howdy
Stlouielou: can't we all just get a bong?
Cat: maybe guitar is to austin what poetry is to osssman. i don't know
Nabby: Take care Mr. & Mrs.
Principalpoop: who is it, the gal from alcolipca?
EWeston: Synchronis your space time anomolies Pleeze
Pico & Alvarado: bye j smith
Cat: by smith
Principalpoop: pocolaka
Principalpoop: emphysema
EWeston: Pepsie bola
Principalpoop: impenilea
Beet: this is the same riff from Electrician
Pico & Alvarado: from anytown usa
Nabby: seaweed sham-pagne
EWeston: I remember her.
Cat: kinda, beet
late: eggscape
Pico & Alvarado: thats hot
Nabby: infra-latin vamp
Principalpoop: whatever
Nabby: right on
Principalpoop: still in the 80s, dig it
Cat: are any of you old enought to remember the almost immient death of the cuban missile crisis, october 62
EWeston: Its all boogie woogles to me
Pico & Alvarado: Bill, want to paint the house?
Pico & Alvarado: reverb
Principalpoop: i was 5, so nope
EWeston: I'm a duck and cover generationer
Nabby: I was in kindergarten Cat
Dexter Fong: What do you wanna know about it Cat? =))
Cat: austin can play the guitar
shoes for the dead: my 51 Chevy bus has a Bozos sticker
Stlouielou: Rock Guitar Solo!
DJTween: Austin's great with rockabilly, as also shown on Roller Maidens
Nabby: Cool shoes
Pico & Alvarado: we were all catywompus
Nabby: Yes he can!
Cat: i know you were already out of the mitlary by then, dex, so you figured it wasnt' important
EWeston: Agreed Tweeny some great stuff on that album
Cat: proctor said it was the best time to get laid
Dexter Fong: Cat: It was a Mafia/Vegas/Nixon plot
Cat: yes tween. austin rocks
Pico & Alvarado: dj tweed
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| HappyHarry - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: when was the worst time to get laid?
late: bonus song
shoes for the dead: you're either on the Bus or off the Bus
Principalpoop: no, just a distraction while they moved some the alien artifacts from area 51
Cat: no dex, we humans almost died then. a russian submariner disobeyed an order to fire and we are now still alive.
EWeston: Just before the door openned, unexpectedly
Pico & Alvarado: country!
Nabby: November 14, 1982
DJTween: /me holds onto the bus bumper and skateboards
Pico & Alvarado: Bill, get all the bozos on the bus
Stlouielou: I think I had some alien artifacts for lunch....
DJTween: lol
Nabby: Jimmy the C.
Pico & Alvarado: pass the beer billy
DJTween: something trying to poke its head through your stomach?
Principalpoop: where is billy when we need him
EWeston: Twas a fancy ale?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:41 PM and late as usual, it's Elayne, just back from Elmertown."
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Nabby: Fritz "The Cat"
Cat: wow. it's elayne
DJTween: Hey E
Stlouielou: close....
Beet: Hi, E!
Dexter Fong: Hi E
shoes for the dead: Hi E
Nabby: Hi Elayne
Stlouielou: Howdy Elaine!
EWeston: Hi Elayne, toasty?
Principalpoop: hi E, cool
Pico & Alvarado: catilac
Nabby: Roasty?
Pico & Alvarado: hieeeee
Nabby: Great record!
late: fun stuff
Nabby: Thanks Tween.
Elayne: Hey EWeston, toasty enough, at least until the landlord changes his mind again
Nabby: Great cover too!
Cat: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
EWeston: Vat ve due tue nurtz
Stlouielou: fun
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: it was warmer @ Mc Murdo than Atlanta the other day
Pico & Alvarado: shibboleth
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: compliation, a fancy collection
Beet: Hey, Elayne, I would love to hear you talk about FST on Skype. Think you might want to do that?
Cat: Hey Elayne, check out my eulogy to my friend Manny. Thanks to him the Firesign have a larger audience than before
Nabby: Well said Tween
Pico & Alvarado: dj texas
Cat: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
EWeston: Man, I'm glad I haven't had a landlord of 20, (very) years. I'm ok with this
Elayne: Not at the present time, Beet. We're just going into "Season" at work, so I won't be fully human again until May.
Principalpoop: pedophile humor, pushing the limit, oh my
Cat: Bergman was as good in 2012 as he was in 1967
DJTween: His new shows were very good
Nabby: True dat, Cat. Miss the show. It's great to hear it.
Pico & Alvarado: walking nightmare
DJTween: Would I be safe in saying that he was the most politically active of the Firesigns?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies P. Austin into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:46 PM, then departs.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - RFoZ - 11/19/10 “Kinder Gentler Pedophiles: The Best Of The Best” - 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 Firesign Albums, Books and other Cool Goodies at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php'
Cat: Yes Elayne, I have no desire to go outside until I can do so without much clothing
Principalpoop: oh my
DJTween: Hey Phil!
Dexter Fong: Tween: YOu could say it but that won't make you safe
Cat: Wow. Its Phil!
P. Austin: Uh, oh. Forgot the proper log in again.
Beet: Brother Phil! Howdy!
Nabby: Hey Phil!
Principalpoop: make him red M
Pico & Alvarado: bergman old testament prophet
Stlouielou: hey now
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Fella!
EWeston: Some state recently put up a law that would have hospitals turning away a miscarriging woman. They're still at it.
Elayne: Cat, just finished reading the eulogy for your old friend. It's quite lovely.
Elayne: Phil! Good to see you!
EWeston: Hot licks heard from you tonight Phill
Merlyn: Hey phil
shoes for the dead: Howdy Phil
Stlouielou: jammin
Pico & Alvarado: squiggly pig tails
Principalpoop: yes indeed, ohh afghanistan
Merlyn: Cat, why are you in Viriginia?
Pico & Alvarado: Bill, get me a squiggly pig lite
Nabby: What stlouielou said, and others
Principalpoop: now you are officially here, welcome
EWeston: Brother of Oaf Afganistan
DJTween: So Phil, what've you been up to?
Cat: thanks el. i turned him on to firesign, which got me on the govt radio staion and other places in japan to hear firesgin
P. Austin: I was just saying to Ooooona, my god the amount of work that went into that album!
Dexter Fong: Merlyn: Why am I in Syracuse ....not that there's anything wrong with that
Principalpoop: and it is marvelous, wow
Cat: merl, are you on the moon?
DJTween: I'll bet, Phil
Merlyn: I blame the arctic vortex
Stlouielou: Yeah I play guitar too...it wore me out
EWeston: Those moons, their eveywhere!
Cat: how is the austin world, phil?
Elayne: Hang on Cat, you were on an official government radio station in Japan introducing the country to Firesign? That's fairly mind-blowing.
Beet: What kind and whose studio were you guys working in then?
P. Austin: Anyway, just wanted to check in and say Hi.
Cat: yes el
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Pico & Alvarado: once you hear firesign propoganda goes right out the window
DJTween: indeed
DJTween: Hi
Principalpoop: checking in? just sign here, hello mister and mrs smith
Cat: i will put my nhk interview on the firesign radio station, if billl mcintype likes? its not that ointereststing,
EWeston: Lotta goodwill to you and yousr Phil.
Stlouielou: make that out to Mr. CASH
Elayne: Love to Oona and the puppies, Phil!
Pico & Alvarado: shrine to the firesign gods
Cat: i was involved with major league engineers. i wanted firesign tech imagination to exist in a bettter frequency. i was pretty succesful
Beet: the Mount Rushmore of satire
EWeston: Next to the tome of the Unregisterred Voter
Nabby: Pass the indian, I mean the meatless hot creatures please?
Elayne: DocTech just texted. He's at his usual pool hall, and wants me to say High to everyone.
Elayne: I suspect Lili says hello as well.
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Bosco Hearn - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Mr. and Mrs. John Smith - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| PaisleyHorsey - dead from jaundice
||||||||| ferretjoe - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bosworth - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: Neat Elayne.
DJTween: Hi Doc
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Saying no to the nylon bunnies?
Pico & Alvarado: unscrewing the wiggly pigtail lightbulb
Principalpoop: no doc, shoot the 3 into the corner first, then run the table
Cat: they can join us from text, eh?
Dexter Fong: Not easily cat
Cat: i must get a phone/text deivice some time before i die
Pico & Alvarado: all about marajuana
Elayne: I don't think so, Cat. Let them concentrate on those little balls...
Elayne: Dex, whenever are we going to lunch? I owe you three books.
Cat: reason i don t have a cell phone. i rarely leave this room
EWeston: Those ball will mean their fortune
Pico & Alvarado: rebus cannabis
Beet: I am having fun with a Nexus 7. How about a FST app?
shoes for the dead: look at them spin!
Dexter Fong: E: When the weather returns to some kind of normalcy?
EWeston: That's a vareity I haven't seen
Elayne: Sounds good, Dex. What's that like, I wonder?
Cat: hey austin
Dexter Fong: Me too Elayne =))
Elayne: It was actually above 20 degrees Fahrenheit today.
Elayne: I fRumor has it it'll be in the 40's by the weekend.
Elayne: Mom keeps taunting me from the Vegas desert.
Pico & Alvarado: they're just cardboard balls seemed in glue
Dexter Fong: Yep
||||||||| 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."
Stlouielou: Ice storm here tomorrow...I'm done with it
Dexter Fong: And then back down again
Cat: did you read my blog about dec. vegas trip, el?
Principalpoop: yours is no disgrace
Elayne: Oh Lou, I've heard about that, please stay safe!
EWeston: A dry winter so far in the NW. We're usually doing the sand bag thing this time of year
Elayne: I did, Cat.
P. Austin: Reebus Caneebus, Awful Konoffle and Evil Knievel. All in adjoining cells in North or possibly South, Dakota.
Cat: i actually felt love for vegas. i dont know if i've ever felt love for vancouver
Stlouielou: not leaving the ranch....
EWeston: You forgot Evil Knutson
Cat: and vancouver is so beautiful it makes the blind see.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Cat: hey austin.
Beet: I thought everybody loved Vancouver
Pico & Alvarado: they'll never get out of dakota!
Elayne: I have no problem with Vegas, but really just as a place to visit and crash at Mom's place (which I haven't done since Dad was alive)...
Elayne: I adore Vancouver. I want to retire there.
Nabby: Sodak, as we say.
Beet: This is great
EWeston: South of nodak?
P. Austin: Hey, Cat.
Nabby: I recall this piece. Awesome.
||||||||| 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!"
Stlouielou: never heard it here either
Cat: I am jealous of your mohther in Vegas. I have loved everywhere I've lived.
Nabby: Zactly EW.
||||||||| Outside, the 10:02 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doctecazoid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Elayne: She likes it there, Cat, but she's totally dependent on others to get around, and that worries me.
Dexter Fong: Hey Doc
EWeston: I doesn't want to be dikdaktic
DJTween: Nice take-off on Gilbert & Sullivan :)
||||||||| 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."
Elayne: My brother from L.A. has driven out there to be with her this evening
Pico & Alvarado: sea shanties
DJTween: Hey Doc
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Elayne: Wow, Catherwood is certainly talkative this evening.
||||||||| Catherwood pretends not to hear Elayne
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Bunnyboy', just granted probation at 10:03 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Cat: hey doc
shoes for the dead: Hi Doc
doctecazoid: at pool hall, on chat via phone
Bunnyboy: Hi, y'alls. Mister President.
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
DJTween: Hey Bunny
Pico & Alvarado: aqua budda
Beet: Wow
EWeston: Alert the minister for Bunneas
Bunnyboy: Proof that I ain't doc!
Cat: yes when i first got off the plane in vegas 3 years ago, i thought this was somewhere I could go and interract with alternate universe silulations
Pico & Alvarado: i got to get out bunny
Beet: God is not destroying it, we are
doctecazoid: gotta play brb
Elayne: Thanks for coming on, DocTech!
Principalpoop: who are you talking to?
Pico & Alvarado: situlations
Cat: simulations. not disney not bozos. but, booze and food are great
||||||||| 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: I can never read his perscriptions
Bunnyboy: Catherwood's a corporate shill...
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside Bunnyboy and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Bunnyboy: DOO-dah! DOO-dah!
Cat: hey dunny
EWeston: A noids noid
Nabby: Bunny
Cat: how is lily, doc? is she here?
Cat: bunny
Pico & Alvarado: brail bible for blind satanists
Bunnyboy: EW: If it makes you feel any better, neither can he.
Cat: i had a dream recently of having a bunch of bunnies. great dream
Pico & Alvarado: DOO dah DOE
EWeston: I stopped feeling better. It was giving me a rash
Captain Equinox: 'Night, All!
Bunnyboy: dumbotCatherwooddumbot
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to Bunnyboy and mumbles "Did you need me?"
Principalpoop: buy a lottery ticket cat
Nabby: A snoid's snoid
Beet: Bye Cap'n
EWeston: By Capt'n
Nabby: Later Cap'm
Cat: capt eq, phli austin is here and you leave?
Principalpoop: ciap cap
Stlouielou: amf capn
Pico & Alvarado: goodnight winter equinox
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: why would anyone buy a lotery ticket?
EWeston: A Snort's boil
Principalpoop: i dont buy them either, but apparently weird dreams bring luck
Pico & Alvarado: turn you to a pillar of salt
doctecazoid: phone settings suck brb
||||||||| doctecazoid leaves at 10:09 PM, singing "Oh, I'm just a little fishy, floating in the sea, and there ain't no hook that's smart enough to catch the likes of me..."
shoes for the dead: where there's smoke there's work
||||||||| Catherwood enters with AcneJr close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:09 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Nabby: i'd buy them if they brought back stoning
EWeston: The interior design touch that's sure to keepem near a source of liquid
Cat: you listening to peter here, austin?
Bunnyboy: (whispers) go hawks.
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 10:10 PM uptown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving doctecazoid coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| At 10:10 PM, doctecazoid vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| doctecazoid enters at 10:10 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Pico & Alvarado: writing this from a cell
Elayne: Oh dear, well, he did try...
EWeston: Doc playing games with space time again?
Nabby: Welcome back
Bunnyboy: Phil's pinkin'!
Nabby: Pron
Pico & Alvarado: finish this peice
doctecazoid: sorry my phone is not cooperating
Stlouielou: can you hear me now?
||||||||| 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 Bightrethighrehighre falls out at 10:11 PM.
EWeston: Devilish phones
Pico & Alvarado: pinkin pie
||||||||| 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!"
Bunnyboy: doc: Well, write a chat app!
Nabby: Hello?
Principalpoop: amazing you are here at all on it, cool
doctecazoid: can't make it s
Bightrethighrehighre: IS IT GOING TO BE ALLLLLLLL-RIGHT????
Stlouielou: Chat app Lucy ....Chat ap
EWeston: Greetings earthoid. Take me to youyr nachos. Espeedio
Principalpoop: yeah yeaaah
Nabby: I can't make it s either
Pico & Alvarado: its like a plastic horned devil
Bunnyboy: Well, izzit?
Nabby: It is. It is going to be alright.
Cat: this is a great song
Pico & Alvarado: god hates the occult
shoes for the dead: tonight
doctecazoid: sorry can't make this work tonight
EWeston: Al Right. The cloning worked, this time?
Beet: Bergman had very interesting musical taste.
doctecazoid: too much going on and phone won't cooperate -bye
Elayne: I think I'll be turning in now. Next week, all!
Pico & Alvarado: all is known
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:14 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs doctecazoid by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Around 10:14 PM, Elayne walks off into the sunset...
Nabby: Send in the bozos.
DJTween: too bad, Doc :/
Beet: 'Bye E
Bunnyboy: nite El!
EWeston: Bye doc
||||||||| 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: keep warm E
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Bye Doc!
: sorry can't make this work tonight
: can't make it s
: sorry my phone is not cooperating
EWeston: An E
: at pool hall, on chat via phone
Nabby: Bye E
Pico & Alvarado: is it just me or is he talking too fast
Bunnyboy: Aw, don't be a colon, doc!
Principalpoop: ijustbrokemyspacekey
Nabby: What?
EWeston: He's, he's just a goat, er ghost now, choke.
Pico & Alvarado: you made me do it
Nabby: Ghostly goats what next?
shoes for the dead: thstes like pork
Bunnyboy: Ghost, goat, Schroedinger's Gat...
||||||||| 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."
DJTween: lol @ Eva/Sarah comparison
Stlouielou: time for a scooby snack
Cat: thats how you let the beat builc. pete became as involved in the music of the end of his life as possible
EWeston: Evacuate into the dreadful mist oh deafly goat!
Cat: phil austin would know better
Nabby: Well said.
Pico & Alvarado: be he goat of ghost or ghost of goat or both
Nabby: Haha.
EWeston: Take speed m'lord
Bunnyboy: Off to the ABBEY. Ta!
Principalpoop: a firesign musical on broadway in 2040, i need to stop smoking
||||||||| Bunnyboy says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Bunnyboy exits at 10:18 PM.
Beet: bye bunny
Nabby: B'Bunny
DJTween: Speaking of which EW, barring a PhilP interview, next week's fare will be "Shakespeare's Lost Comedie"
Stlouielou: I need to satrt smoking
EWeston: Obligatory hello to the NSA gut
Cat: depends on what you're smoking
Nabby: Sounds good Tween
Pico & Alvarado: what you want to
Cat: bun
Stlouielou: cat!
Principalpoop: cigar ettes
DJTween: and of course, Mr. Austin, we'd love to have you Skype in sometime :-)
Beet: Sorry. Forgot NSA guy this week. Hi.
Nabby: Dirk Diggler or Mendo Bendo?
||||||||| 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!"
Pico & Alvarado: cat bun cigar!
EWeston: Hard to say I'd perfer the album, so I won't.
Pico & Alvarado: frankenstien theatre
EWeston: You;ll never see a cat with a butt whistle
Principalpoop: noisy, thumping, las vegas, tv spectacular music, just noise
Stlouielou: cat & butwistle...I think I seen them in the late 60's
Pico & Alvarado: no necker shoes
Nabby: Except in a Tex Avery cartoon
Nabby: Or did I dream it?
EWeston: Point Nabby
Nabby: None that I can think of
Pico & Alvarado: rust it potatoe
shoes for the dead: tattooed potatos?
EWeston: Given the medications you could see most anything in the late 60's
DJTween: Principalpoop: noisy, thumping, las vegas, tv spectacular music, just noise << which is why I could never get into disco
Stlouielou: I saw tattooed patatos in the 70's
DJTween: not when there was Yes and Genesis out there
EWeston: That's the point of points. no thinking required
Stlouielou: they were great!
Pico & Alvarado: used potatoes in apple pie
shoes for the dead: they had that one top 40 hit
Principalpoop: Both of God's eyes are shining tonight
DJTween: apple/potato pie??
Pico & Alvarado: guantomino
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| AcneJr - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: "Quit Forking With Me Baby" 1973 warnewr bros
EWeston: Between his toes!
Principalpoop: snitzel
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:25 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Cat: my wife just made soup of squash, apples, and many other things. it is very good
Principalpoop: stones, is that you?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: Stones!
Nabby: Snitzel?
Cat: hey limey
Merlyn: I don't think he's the UK Stones
DJTween: sounds interesting, Cat
Cat: fuck
Merlyn: He's Stones from Boulder
EWeston: We're all conglomerates here I just know it
Cat: sound not the right sense
Pico & Alvarado: corncousins forking in the wootfields
shoes for the dead: the flip side was Fried again
Principalpoop: we will find out soon enough, his accent gives him away
DJTween: Stones visiting Honey in Boulder?
Stlouielou: We're all conglomerates on this bus
EWeston: Woofta woofta fast Boss!
Pico & Alvarado: is satan alright?
EWeston: No but they are related
Nabby: who put the con in glomerates?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Principal Poop: That is me, or should I say, "C'est moi," as we say in the Gobi Desert.
Principalpoop: ahh it is him, or his clone, either way, wow
EWeston: Der shniffner!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Deja Voodoo
Cat: prove it, hony
shoes for the dead: they shot my goat!
Pico & Alvarado: lon and dick cheney
DJTween: "I am he, of whom he speaks..." That's good enough for me!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Pico & Alvarado! My Dear Freuds! I haven't seen you in .... 2,000 years!
DJTween: Lon would have bade a better VP
Dexter Fong: Poop: If it *is* the real Hemlock, than he can tell us what became of Honey sanchez
Pico & Alvarado: they killed my goat!
Principalpoop: ok, swamy, spill your guts, how is honey?
Cat: what is your relationshp to grahame nash, hemlock?
Dexter Fong: Sweet
EWeston: And that vial of deadly marihuana taped to her leg
DJTween: Didn't know this bit was included in this show. Fits really well with Clowns :)
Stlouielou: Great Goats Ghost!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tell me, Pico and Alvarado, Who of the two -- Lon or Dick -- do you find more "scary?"
Cat: cheese? chinese?
EWeston: Horny angin eh?
Principalpoop: M was right, why do I ever doubt him....
EWeston: Horse corsets? your insane
Pico & Alvarado: i thought ye spoke of goats on the battlements
Principalpoop: hoarse cornettes
Nabby: I miss George Bush
Nabby: Not.
EWeston: The goat ghost would spook with thee
Pico & Alvarado: hum...Dick
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And Dear Principal Poop, you have an invitation to visit Flotsam and myself in London. If you are looking for a High School, I happen to have one available.
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Coarse martinets
Pico & Alvarado: more science high
Cat: in whart universe are you genuine?
Dexter Fong: Dirty Martinis
shoes for the dead: corpse martini
Nabby: Dirty Martians
Principalpoop: a union man
Cat: good old peter seeger
Pico & Alvarado: motorfluid gimlick
shoes for the dead: Pete Seeger!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EWeston: Racing martinis spook the ignorant martians
Cat: he made music seem like it could alter reality
Nabby: Yeah sorry to hear that Cat
Cat: and it did
EWeston: Fox news in a rare move shut down any coments on Pete's death
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And here's a "Hello" to EWeston! I don't believe we've met! Please visit Flatman and myself in London. While neither of us drink much, we can surely make you a martini if I can find a willing Italian.
DJTween: Seeger's music had some small effect on American politics ;)
Dexter Fong: Roger ails, we get sick
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: Reeley, EW?
Pico & Alvarado: he almost took an axe to the p.a. when dylan went electric
DJTween: Hadn't heard that one
Cat: how is new mexico?
Nabby: Watch "Pete Seeger: The Power of Song" online http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/pete-seeger/full-film-pete-seeger-the-power-of-song/2864/ It's good. About 90 min.
EWeston: I use a drunken indian for that, but thanx. Yes really Shoes
Cat: it is indeed, nabby
Stlouielou: I almost took an axe to the PA when I heard Dylan Sing!
Dexter Fong: And your point is? Lou?
||||||||| 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'
Cat: just listening to pete is good for the heasd
EWeston: True Cat
Cat: head
Nabby: Very much so Cat
DJTween: Hope some of you can make it to my Sunday show :)
Stlouielou: he doesn't have the greatest voice
EWeston: That too
Dexter Fong: Tweeny's getting ready to le-eave. Tweeny's getting ready to le-eave
Cat: to extreme for california?
Pico & Alvarado: just listening to the head is good for the pete
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Pete Seeger... What a loss! Charles and Ruth have him back now. Our loss is Heaven's gain. (Where have I heard that last sentence before.... ?)
Dexter Fong: Lou: There's certain types of music in which vocal production is not the prime criterium]
||||||||| Rk steals in around 10:38 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Nabby: One grain of sand.... ;)
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
Stlouielou: prime criterium...saw them in the 80's
Pico & Alvarado: your loss is my game
Cat: they did exceed the average
Nabby: lol Dex
Dexter Fong: What time was that Tweeny?
shoes for the dead: they sucked
Stlouielou: AMEN
Cat: we are here becauce we love the firesighn
DJTween: time to get to the show on time
Cat: these wine poems, eh
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello Dexter! Yes, you are right about the "vocal production." We should produce more of them.
Nabby: kith me you fool
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Pico & Alvarado: those godlike hippies
Cat: no god. no hip. just fun
Principalpoop: oh yeah
Pico & Alvarado: ny
Dexter Fong: Hello Stones: You *do* understand that there have been other Hemlocks, including the original who chatted from England, I hope =))
Stlouielou: godlike hippies...saw them in the 90's..neither godlike Nor Hippies
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Pico and Alhambra, if only America had listened to the hippies!
Beet: Had fun tonight. Thanks to Phil Austin for dropping in. Thank you Tweeny for another stellar job. Nite all.
shoes for the dead: see ya later, Park it and Lock it!!
Nabby: Good show!
Cat: of course we enjoyed it tween
Principalpoop: hip hop beet
Dexter Fong: Night Beet
Principalpoop: shoes, ciao
Pico & Alvarado: untill he died drinking hemlock
DJTween: Thanks folks :)
EWeston: Mr. Spock, after McCoy injected him with male and female hormones, Die Alien Scum! KIss me you fool!
Stlouielou: amf everyone
Principalpoop: looks like the bus is leaving
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): My Dear Dexter, I am Nick Danger! I mean ... I am the real Hemlock Stones!
Nabby: Back atcha Tween and bye Phil and each & every one! Of YOU! Zip!
EWeston: Bu Bye deen
DJTween: Phil A's still here
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny btw, Rufus is allright I hope...been very quiet tonght...hope you didn't fire him
||||||||| 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: i am not leaving yet
||||||||| 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!"
Pico & Alvarado: goodnight irenes
Cat: depends on what we mean by still here
EWeston: She's bad for you Pooper
DJTween: Rufus has, for the most part, been botted
Dexter Fong: Night P&A
||||||||| Outside, the 10:43 PM bus from San Antonio pulls away, leaving e_ seco coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Thanks for your concern, Dexter :)
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Good Night to all leaving us!
Principalpoop: rolling up the streets
Cat: hey dex. i hope i meet you again
Dexter Fong: Keep on keepin' on Rufus
Dexter Fong: Cat: Me too =))
EWeston: Stuffing manholes into wallets everywhere
Principalpoop: yes rufus, do it, do it
Cat: not likely
||||||||| Around 10:44 PM, Rufus_T_Firetween walks off into the sunset...
Stlouielou: doggone one horse country town.....
||||||||| Cat leaves to catch the 10:44 PM train to Stafford.
DJTween: Until last time, again...
Dexter Fong: Better than stuffin' wallets into manholes
||||||||| "10:44 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then runs out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Principalpoop: k sarah sarah
Principalpoop: ciao tween, adioso
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Principal Poop: How do you roll up those streets? And where will you put all that coiled asphalt tonight?
EWeston: See yah Tweeny and Phil and somebodies dad.
Principalpoop: with the sidewalks, behind the old theatre
Dexter Fong: Night EW
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:45 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..."
Principalpoop: ew, ciao bebe
Dexter Fong: oops just saying g'night I see
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): In London, we roll up all streets at 12;00 (except for Tottenham Court Road) and then dump them into the Thames to clean them off. Sadly, the French occasionally try to steal them.
Dexter Fong: Think it's time to le-eave
Principalpoop: ahh old london town, the big apple, oops, that windy city, oops,
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ahhhh! I meant to type a colon -- not a semicolon! Forgive me!
Principalpoop: i think so fong, all she wrote
Dexter Fong: Night poop
Principalpoop: the bus, the bus, get on the bus and go, night all
||||||||| Principalpoop dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:48 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah, Principal, you speak correctly. They are all the same city accordingly to this pre-Copernican map that emerged in my restroom.
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'DJ', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:52 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Well, Dear Freds, It is time to bid you all goodnight and Laurence Welk would not have it any other way, would he?
||||||||| 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!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): "Ruff! Ruff!" you say? I am over hear in this tree suit! No! AHHHHHHHHHH!
||||||||| "Hey Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)!" ... Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:54 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters at 10:54 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Chapeau Manger.
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| e_ seco - dead from jaundice
||||||||| P. Austin - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| dude - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Rk - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Merlyn: Everybody's dead, Dave
||||||||| 10:59 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| DJ - dead from measles
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Outside, the 11:39 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving st slade coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 11:41 PM, dragging Captain Equinox by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| st slade - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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..
: Oopsie forgot to turn the light out. Night Catherwood and all the rest of you clowns... zzzzzzzz.....zzzzz...
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to and yells "My ears are burning..."
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters with CaptTripps close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 1:34 AM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
||||||||| CaptTripps walks away to The Auditorium.
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Bightrethighrehighre
Bosco Hearn

Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
Dexter Fong
DJTween
doctecazoid
dude
Elayne
EWeston
ferretjoe
P. Austin
George Stevens
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
late
Lil
Merlyn
Mr. and Mrs. John Smith
Nabby
notinsane
PaisleyHorsey
P. Austin
Pico & Alvarado
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
Stlouielou
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=fc-l
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=fc-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=heQQZpGjdIg&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DheQQZpGjdIg
http://seemreal.com/inftril/index.html
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/
https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/t1/p480x480/1560400_10153774252515019_874509617_n.jpg
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#FICLOWPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.pbs.org/wnet/americanmasters/episodes/pete-seeger/full-film-pete-seeger-the-power-of-song/2864/



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