A Firesign Chat
02/06/2014




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 February 06, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| 8:04 PM: sound effects man jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| Catherwood says "8:05 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs sound effects man by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:06 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| 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 **'
DJTween: ** Music In A Couple Of Minutes
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Renaissance/Song Of Scheherazade)- listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood enters with The Senator close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:36 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
DJTween: Hi Senator
The Senator: alllooooo!
The Senator: guess I'll get back on the bus for awhile...
DJTween: Phoenix, eh?
The Senator: si
DJTween: Celebrity Theater still there?
||||||||| Captain Equinox waltzes in at 8:43 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
The Senator: It is
DJTween: Hi Captain
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
DJTween: Saw The Strawbs and Gentle Giant there. The revolving stage was interesting
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:44 PM and late as usual, it's Stlouielou, just back from Kansas City."
DJTween: Hi Louie
Stlouielou: Ola Amigos
The Senator: That was awhile back. Been there several times, Souther-Hillman-Furay Band eons ago. Also Sam Kinison, Elvis Costello and Brian Setzer
DJTween: kewl
||||||||| late tiptoes in around 8:46 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi late
The Senator: and Junior brown....
late: howdy
DJTween: Haven't caught Junior Brown live yet, but his music is awesome country rock
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:47 PM, dragging General Dysfunction by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yahoo?"
DJTween: Hi General
General Dysfunction: so sochi to be here
DJTween: As long as I've lived in Austin, I should have caught him by now
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'dude', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:48 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
DJTween: Hi dude
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Org! inside, makes a note of the time (8:49 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hi Org!
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and EWeston plummets into the garden at 8:49 PM.
dude: I got your Nancy ... Right here Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to dude and yells "Stop typing gibberish, dude!"
DJTween: Hi EW
Org!: hi
Captain Equinox: Damn, saw Renaissance several times at the Auditorium Theatre here in Chicago.
DJTween: bet was a great show
Org!: i'm being stupid
EWeston: Thanks Happy, Hey tweeny and the expectorant mob
Captain Equinox: GREAT Every time
DJTween: Renaissance seemed an appropriate opening for Anythynge You Want To ;)
Org!: & not sure what else to do...
Captain Equinox: nice toiuch, Kurt!
Captain Equinox: *touch*
DJTween: :)
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Serottared, just back from Springfield."
Org!: I thought I was going to hear FST plays
DJTween: Hi Serot
Org!: where is the stream?
DJTween: You shall, beginning at 8pmCST, Org
EWeston: In bout 10 minutes Org
General Dysfunction: love this!
||||||||| 8:52 PM: dmc jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: some really good music, certainly
Org!: what do I do?
DJTween: Hi dmc
||||||||| 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: You talk, Org
DJTween: lol
DJTween: Have you seen Firesign live, Org?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with More Sugar close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:53 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
Org!: i'm trying
DJTween: Hi MS
EWeston: That's meta physicly absurd man. How can we know what you do?
||||||||| MarkLeviton sneaks in around 8:53 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
dmc: hellloooo
DJTween: Hi Mark
EWeston: Hey dere
DJTween: and if you want to know more about how the chat works, click on the question mark icon at the bottom of the page
MarkLeviton: Hi, just found you guys recently but can't stay long. . .
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| The Senator - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Org!: I remenber the great stinking desert, but i don't know where...
General Dysfunction: leviton great name, i want it to be levitate
DJTween: Enjoy it while you're here :)
MarkLeviton: One of my many nicknames is "Levitator"
Org!: healp
General Dysfunction: aha!
MarkLeviton: Levitron is another
EWeston: The Stinking Desert Memorial Cobalt Bomb Testing Range
Org!: how do I stream???
EWeston: Hit the blue hi lite above
MarkLeviton: I saw Renaissance in concert more than once!
||||||||| Merlyn enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Click on one of the links at the top of the page, depending on your bandwidth
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM crosstown bus from Funfun Town pulls away, leaving Cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
EWeston: S'a Meryl
Captain Equinox: Me too, Mark!
DJTween: Hey Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Winterfered coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Merlyn: except the dishnuts link, that's the host
Merlyn: hey all, cat
EWeston: And the Cat got out again
DJTween: Hi Winter
Cat: I'm always out. To lunch.
Cat: Had best halibut fish and chips for lunch i've ever eaten today.
||||||||| Principalpoop steps in at 8:58 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: We need more lunch
||||||||| Catherwood leads shoes for the dead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:58 PM and Mudhead waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Hey P
DJTween: Hey Muddy
shoes for the dead: howdy
Principalpoop: hollolo
Cat: its the tween voice
Principalpoop: with vinagar and salt or what/
General Dysfunction: dear friends
Mudhead: hai all
Principalpoop: the voice of tweeny
shoes for the dead: -35 in Butte this morn, EW
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
Principalpoop: hey muddy
Winterfered: Its Winterfered and I thank you very much
EWeston: We's a bunch in tonight
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 06, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Serottared: Squeaking my Bozo shoes...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:00 PM and late as usual, it's Moojman, just back from Phoenix."
||||||||| Catherwood enters with breeze close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:00 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the Aviary.
EWeston: Them winds don't help either do they Shoes
Cat: new folks?
late: damned limitations of vinyl
||||||||| Outside, the 9:00 PM downtown bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Tor_Hershman coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Cat: old folks: hi tor
Tor_Hershman: Howdy do,
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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#ANYTHNPFTFTJ'
Tor_Hershman: OLD...indeed
shoes for the dead: no, wind chill made it -40 here
General Dysfunction: phlegm
Winterfered: Shoes for industry my friends
Mudhead: illuminations of viyl
DJTween: yikes, shoes
Cat: wind chill is not chill
||||||||| 9:01 PM: Beet jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
dmc: firesale?
Stlouielou: here we go!
DJTween: and I thought Austin was cold because we didn't make out of the 20's today
DJTween: Hi Beet
EWeston: Man. That's some frozen Montana
Cat: its always on sale
shoes for the dead: didja get snow, Tween?
||||||||| 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!"
Stlouielou: we made it to 12 at some point today
||||||||| 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!"
Tor_Hershman: The new broadcast 'tis cool
DJTween: Org!, have you been able to load the stream?
Mudhead: yes, its streaming here
Beet: Hi, all. WE got our power back about an hour ago. Just in time for the chat. Yay!
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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#ANYTHNPFTFTJ << a dusting a few days back'
Stlouielou: I had a problem too...changed to windows media worked fine
DJTween: mostly icy roads that make the traffic a nightmare
EWeston: Good karma Beet
Principalpoop: cock my ear and I hear an ancient hall
Mudhead: its streaming so much I'll need buckets soon
Winterfered: Point it in any direction and let it stream
dmc: anybody seen porcelin
Beet: Very thankful
Tor_Hershman: Stream weaver
shoes for the dead: and warm, Beet
EWeston: You can go north or south in any direction
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:04 PM and FrenchFrankBaum waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
General Dysfunction: can to canterberry
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln
DJTween: Hi Frank
Beet: Light, heat and internet. Real luxury
DJTween: The liner notes I just posted are very cool
Cat: i wonder if austin will reappear
Principalpoop: indeed beet
DJTween: love to have the lads visit on a regular basis, now that we've got a decent amount of people here
Tor_Hershman: Playè
General Dysfunction: mauser prophesy
dmc: porcelin!?
shoes for the dead: i haven't given this one a good listen so far
Principalpoop: i prefer the indecent, but ok
EWeston: She's been refired
DJTween: Full Frontal Chat
Cat: austin talked about this chat as being a radio show
||||||||| 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!"
Tor_Hershman: Atheists do IT in foxy holes
EWeston: Code two rules?
dmc: good advice hosers
General Dysfunction: so many horses
Principalpoop: I want a wallace beery voice for mine
EWeston: Not enough ponies
Cat: coldest feb 6 since records have been kept in vancouver
shoes for the dead: same here, Cat
DJTween: wow Cat
Tor_Hershman: LOL Spoilsport plate
General Dysfunction: yar
Principalpoop: yar
General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Org! - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Tor_Hershman: Anyone see Bill Nye on the news this eve?
EWeston: Yah scury scurvs
Principalpoop: arghhh
Tor_Hershman: It reminded me of Chamberlin gettin' back from Berlin
EWeston: Did Bill explain magnets?
shoes for the dead: dont sit on yer pipe, PP
Rufus_T_Firetween: Is Nye doing the new Cosmos series?
Principalpoop: c'est pas une pipe
Tor_Hershman: I hope not
Cat: wasnt bill on almost live, the seattle sketch comedy show?
EWeston: Thank you shoes. Timely advise
DJTween: lol
EWeston: Yes Cat played a super hero
FrenchFrankBaum: Testes, testes, one, two
Principalpoop: he was on king of the nerds, this season
Tor_Hershman: Not Nye De Grassé
General Dysfunction: holyjunket home to phlegm!
FrenchFrankBaum: Eatery things working so I think I'll play
Stlouielou: pudding livered
Principalpoop: eatery things? teeth and tongue?
Cat: Neal The Grass Cassady
EWeston: Give it to the dog
shoes for the dead: Good, Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from North Carolina pulls away, leaving Cooper coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
FrenchFrankBaum: NPR posted an amazing story of "particle talk" throu time today, no doubt confirming that's esterdayi
DJTween: Hi Cooper
General Dysfunction: lay on sheets
FrenchFrankBaum: That yesterday is still yesterday
EWeston: No starch inna sheets!
shoes for the dead: and break wind break
Principalpoop: all my troubles seemed so far away, yesterday
Stlouielou: today is only yesterdays tomorrow
Cat: is the weather farting again?
EWeston: It's because of the unions
dmc: like porcelin, although i have some sheets
Principalpoop: onions?
Cooper: Yo, like minded seekers
Tor_Hershman: http://torhershman.blogspot.com/
FrenchFrankBaum: The planet rotating and moving in space..at least the point of incidence of your troub
FrenchFrankBaum: Les is distant, far away
DJTween: I could spot that blog anywhere!
FrenchFrankBaum: Mag for Poop there
Principalpoop: sell us your kidneys
EWeston: There he lies under the stained sheets. No happy no more
General Dysfunction: fill thy winkling tiny cup
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln
Tor_Hershman: No moor
EWeston: A Mino?
FrenchFrankBaum: Are you all listening simultaneously to the evenings play, and scribing a jazz sidebar to it in print?
Tor_Hershman: Never moor, he raved
Principalpoop: slippery withering heights
dmc: at least till next week
Cooper: I fear a wind is blowing up our aft.
General Dysfunction: ghosts of goats
Stlouielou: mama don't allow no jazz playin' round here
Tor_Hershman: we don't care
FrenchFrankBaum: MIGHTY MIT. Artificial intelligence online pal makes more sense
EWeston: Jazz ghost?
Principalpoop: How do you feel about that?
Cooper: I'll spirits need to goad my spirits on!
Cat: it's all right ma,i'm only bleeding chrysler products
EWeston: With my appendage
Tor_Hershman: Scat specTOR
dmc: talk about an empty nest
General Dysfunction: monk and moat crossed both thusly
shoes for the dead: st, Mickey save me
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ANYTHYNGE YOU WANT TO: Shakespeare’s Lost Comedie” - 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#ANYTHNPFTFTJ'
Cat: thankfully, mitt is not mighty.
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: index, appendix, dix them all
EWeston: And not getting it any way he can
DJTween: As Catherwood points out folks, this play is now available in paperback from FST
||||||||| Catherwood rushes over to DJTween and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
DJTween: Catherwood, please give everyone something to eat
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone something to eat.
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: so, they wanted to be a paperback writer/ a dirty story of a dirty man
EWeston: Fiefel mortaly
Tor_Hershman: Now here's a comic http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCZPGRHHK8/Uuq_3_KO7cI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_3aOH5E4umU/s1600/Tor+hershman+wrecking+bat+2.png
FrenchFrankBaum: You could recommend me to a genuine whiz bang voice talent hungry super agency wi
Principalpoop: fie yourself
FrenchFrankBaum: Catcher wood
dmc: the feather kept sliding off the paper
Cat: have you read Paperback Writer, pretend bio of beatles?
General Dysfunction: fie is not allowed in this county
Captain Equinox: the Queen
EWeston: Some things you just can't do yourself
FrenchFrankBaum: Autocorrect makes simple things so not simple
Cat: Funniest book I've ever read, and I
||||||||| Catherwood leads Holeflaffer into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:21 PM, then departs.
Cat: spent my life time reading
DJTween: Hi Holeflaffer
Principalpoop: ball four, i chuckle thinking of it, though I can't remember one story
late: are we not amused?
EWeston: Hows that gas leak Art?
Tor_Hershman: Catherwood, bring me a tollerflaut
||||||||| Catherwood gives Tor_Hershman a tollerflaut.
General Dysfunction: derek is satisfied
FrenchFrankBaum: Time for a commercial at 21 after. How about another green one about l?icenselates
DJTween: we are fireheads
Stlouielou: fie the ghost goat
Principalpoop: often not, quite late
Cat: heads, anyway
dmc: it was windy
Holeflaffer: Has anybody seen my scrypt?
late: nice interlude
EWeston: But there's the ghost goat depletion allowance
DJTween: Catherwood, bring me a shorterflaut
||||||||| Catherwood hands DJTween a shorterflaut.
Principalpoop: acte twoe
General Dysfunction: ghost goats got scrypt
EWeston: Another unatural one?
||||||||| "9:23 PM? 9:23 PM!!" says Catherwood, "kestrel74 should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as kestrel74 enters and sits in the comfy chair.
DJTween: Hi kestrel
Cat: lots of new folks tonight
Principalpoop: caw caw, follow the snake
shoes for the dead: tithe the tide
kestrel74: yobozo
Tor_Hershman: Catherwood, take away to remmerpharb
||||||||| Catherwood takes away to remmerpharb.
FrenchFrankBaum: Sar-cophcophcoph- I guess
DJTween: we seem to be missing a certain Dexter this evening
General Dysfunction: ancient grease!
||||||||| 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 e_ seco gets out at 9:24 PM.
DJTween: Hi seco
EWeston: The Benghazi got him, choke
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| MarkLeviton - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| More Sugar - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Winterfered - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Moojman - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: ive always been pro secco
Stlouielou: I always make my fies in ancient grease
EWeston: You can't get good ancient greece. Not like when I was a young sprout
General Dysfunction: all lost to old virginny
dmc: that was kinda funny
kestrel74: I cooked pancakes in ancient grease this morning
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
EWeston: That's family heirloom grease
Principalpoop: funny how? you think we are here to amuse you?
General Dysfunction: heaving buthum
dmc: no sir
EWeston: Fie heel and toe Pooper!
Principalpoop: i worry about you, might break under pressure
Captain Equinox: fits like a thin french glove
||||||||| 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: goodfella
shoes for the dead: robes, Pierre
Cat: danton and on anon
General Dysfunction: hey nonny ebbs and flows
Beet: wilt chamberlain be
FrenchFrankBaum: It's beenartistic
Principalpoop: rebound
General Dysfunction: the full court presses me
Cat: is today le trente huite cunegonda or what?
FrenchFrankBaum: I must watch for the foreign athlete exhibit.
Cat: i think i'll have the lobster thermidore, please
EWeston: Soon to be postbeenartistic
kestrel74: basket case
||||||||| 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: has-beens
FrenchFrankBaum: Try a lobster humidor. Excellent weather for smoking
FrenchFrankBaum: Good night
General Dysfunction: mobster herbivore for me
dmc: i can get you some nice rooms in sochi
Cat: I had a lobster thermidore at
Principalpoop: don't use a bong for smoking fish, words of experience
EWeston: Last time my burps were lobster flavored, for a month
Cat: Andre's in Vegas recently. It was suprisingly ungood
Stlouielou: too hard to light
Principalpoop: and the bones
Cat: Flavour may have occured, but hard to detect
General Dysfunction: ah the bones
EWeston: As hard as keeping a jelly fish on your fork?
shoes for the dead: chef's spit, Cat
kestrel74: Strawberry Jellyfish ?
General Dysfunction: need jellyfish fork, rare but out there to be had
dmc: that was a good one
EWeston: Plasma flavored acoeding to the menu
Stlouielou: Strwberry Jellfish...saw them back in 69
dmc: porcelin!!!!
Stlouielou: groovy
Principalpoop: next to the alarm clock
EWeston: No Gefeltafish~
Principalpoop: who felt the fish?
Stlouielou: Ghost Goats & Peppermints
Cat: help peorgie make the bed]
Principalpoop: it was somebody and the fish
breeze: fwktfish sweedish fish whTS THE DIIF
EWeston: The swinheards daughter
dmc: it'll just get messed up again
Cat: up is better than down
Principalpoop: peppermint twist and shout
EWeston: Dress down, dress up?
General Dysfunction: my late friend ned good worms
dmc: do the boogie woogie
||||||||| "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: Or dressed out
||||||||| 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: and shake your foot, thats what its all about
shoes for the dead: dress under duress
Principalpoop: ursila andress
EWeston: Eureka! Pass me a bath towel
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cat: are them boogies still woogieing?
shoes for the dead: the undress sisters
Cat: ursulat k. dick
kestrel74: eat it
General Dysfunction: open house in hades, you'd be home by now
Stlouielou: it's in him and it's got to come out
kestrel74: eat it raw
Principalpoop: work it out with a pencil
EWeston: That's the spirits we have here
Cat: both le guin and pk dick attended berkely high school. that may or may not mean anything
Cat: ngt 2 favourite writers
dmc: deteriation
Principalpoop: and brian aldress?
EWeston: He got a new one later
Principalpoop: yesterday, or the day before?
DJTween: Was just leafing through the book that comes with the Duke Of Madness Motors collection. There's a poster that reads, "The Firesign Theatre: The Only Rock Band In The World That Doesn't Need Music"
DJTween: actually, when they do music, they do it really well ;)
Cat: yes they did riff on that a lot in their early days, tween
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Tor_Hershman - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| e_ seco - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
dmc: la-la-la
EWeston: The day with the new address, otherwise I'm claiming up
Stlouielou: Strawberry Jellfish needed music...
Principalpoop: inagadadivida, i can name that song in 3 notes
DJTween: speaking of riffing
EWeston: So explain Winchester Cathedral
Principalpoop: the world is your oyster, raw, baked or rockefeller?
Cat: Jelly Seinfish walks into a deli....
Stlouielou: no soup for you
Principalpoop: who the cake out in the rain anyway?
dmc: 29 rockafeller
EWeston: As long as they don't have an R in them
Principalpoop: left, dammit
General Dysfunction: friendship stac
shoes for the dead: left it where?
breeze: u dont know your right from your left
EWeston: Mac Arthur Part, by the deli
Principalpoop: oops the park, not the cathedral
General Dysfunction: you're right
dmc: still in deteention
shoes for the dead: but i only have one
Principalpoop: and it is macarthur, not winchester
EWeston: No It was a Messerschmit
Principalpoop: almost the same song
||||||||| 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!"
Stlouielou: Macbeth park
dmc: cuff em
DJTween: No Dex or E. Maybe NYC is in bad shape weather-wise?
Principalpoop: messer is what? I know mr and mrs schmit
EWeston: Alas pour Casy, I knew him, sorta
Stlouielou: someone left the ghost goat in the rain
Serottared: sigh....Teslacle's Deviant to Fudd's Law: It comes in, it must go out.. Serottared exits
General Dysfunction: Mr. Mess. fine tuned that rifel
Cat: No Elayne tonight?
Principalpoop: he is no fun, he fell right over
EWeston: It was a serial cat name they used. To avoid confusion
||||||||| "9:45 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Serottared, who then dashes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
||||||||| Outside, the 9:45 PM downtown bus from Oregon pulls away, leaving dude coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
dude: I got your Nancy ... Right here Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood snubs dude
Cat: better a dude than a dud
Principalpoop: hazar
EWeston: They both come from the land of Earl
Cat: do these visitors actually have some reason for showing up?
dmc: detention
EWeston: Government inflicted stimulation
Principalpoop: lost, looking for fainting room, pics of girls who fell asleep
||||||||| "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!"
General Dysfunction: so many in the fainting room
Stlouielou: it smells funny over there too
Beet: Or faint here in the waiting room
Cat: maybe they're dreaming of you, poop
EWeston: Thanks to heavy industry
Principalpoop: retention
Stlouielou: it smells like uncle lou's jacket
shoes for the dead: sour kraut
Cat: Wolfman Jacket, made from real wolf
dmc: aunt betty's skirt
Stlouielou: skunks
EWeston: Last weeks laundry
Principalpoop: fulle metal jacket by tinman manufacturing
Cat: how's it going, poop?
Beet: Hello NSA guy
Principalpoop: hanging in there,barely, and you?
EWeston: Bags by Bagger's of Beverly Hills
Cat: couldn't be better, principal
dmc: that reminds me
Principalpoop: cool, except the cold, I know you don't like that..
General Dysfunction: don't beet that dead hoarse
DJTween: except for being frozen solid, right Cat?
||||||||| At 9:52 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, breeze!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| aikidean enters at 9:52 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: a new mind, wow dmc
Cat: nah, it doesnt stay cold
Principalpoop: all things must pass, ok ok
Cat: halibut fish and chip piece was so good, it has reoriented my life
dmc: refi everyday
General Dysfunction: diverginating fingerling
EWeston: Tricky dish to bring flavor to
Principalpoop: re-fie, everyday? omy
shoes for the dead: the fish too shall pass
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** It's getting colder folks, so why not cozy up to the cellophane and order a new sweatshirt or zip-up hoodie from the Firesign cafepress store >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
dmc: ahead of the next curve
Stlouielou: Tricky Dish was our worst president
EWeston: Till embolism do us has
General Dysfunction: schickelgruber right outside
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kestrel74 - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: No I'm a designated drunk driver
Principalpoop: oh babylon
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
General Dysfunction: flat scruggs
Beet: Dead as Vaudeville
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:56 PM, dragging Nabby by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
shoes for the dead: nip him like a glas of bud
DJTween: Bill Sprawl has anticipated me
DJTween: Hi Nabby
Nabby: Jello
shoes for the dead: Nabby!
Nabby: Cheers Tween
Beet: Hey, Nab
Nabby: Hey Shoes
EWeston: Any lime flavored left?
Nabby: Almost heard the play
Cat: nab
Nabby: Hiho Beet
Nabby: Yo Cat
General Dysfunction: koolaid's in the back
dmc: well, as porcelin often says to me, chow
Stlouielou: Rick shakespere
DJTween: 'missed it by _that_ much...'
Principalpoop: run dmc
Cat: your toilet speaks italian?
EWeston: Dick to his friends
||||||||| "Hey dmc!" ... dmc turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 9:58 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Cat: ah, the great tween voice
Beet: Dick only to friends
Cat: if he's a dick to his friends, what is he to his enemies?
General Dysfunction: mr dick
Beet: Dick both ways
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: A loud and inventive voice
Principalpoop: i saw that video
Nabby: Deploy the motherlode
EWeston: Motherload swinging and open baby
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: Jame's joys
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
General Dysfunction: jeez
shoes for the dead: Chi's
||||||||| Outside, the 10:01 PM downtown bus from California pulls away, leaving SidFudd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Hi Sid
SidFudd: Moldy peas
Cat: hi fudd
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about 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
||||||||| SidFudd dashes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's SidFudd?! It's 10:02 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Principalpoop: peas porridge hot
||||||||| Catherwood enters with SidFudd close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the vestibule.
EWeston: If you don't sirl them, that happens
General Dysfunction: prizewinning poem
Cat: by fudd
EWeston: By golly
shoes for the dead: buy gollie
General Dysfunction: thank you boys, please give
Principalpoop: we need more *oem words, boem, coem, doem, toem, loem
EWeston: I've given up on those gorilla collie mixes
General Dysfunction: cinco cinco
DJTween: lol EW
Principalpoop: floato floato
Nabby: afk but back
General Dysfunction: gorollies
Principalpoop: wb n
EWeston: Shedding??? Words fail
DJTween: Chairman Mouse LOL
Nabby: ty ppoop
Principalpoop: 812
General Dysfunction: chairman mause
Nabby: echo
Cat: what are all these nazis doing here?
EWeston: ontouthur
EWeston: The funky chicken
General Dysfunction: kept repeating ing
DJTween: not zzzs?
Principalpoop: i thought it was the frug
Nabby: bloop bleep
EWeston: I'll repeat that, for those of you, on drugs
Nabby: The funky frug
EWeston: Watusie was my second guess
Principalpoop: anybody still frug?
shoes for the dead: only Germans
General Dysfunction: anybody dig the methane
Stlouielou: every chance I get
EWeston: Not without a spotter
||||||||| 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!"
Principalpoop: fruggingmeisters
Nabby: Last of the beans....
Cat: orson?
General Dysfunction: I lose all the time on those slow moving planets
Principalpoop: Lima?
SidFudd: Did anyone buy and enjoy the Laugh.com "Eat or Be Eaten" CD? It's worth it for the dung
shoes for the dead: back in history when
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| FrenchFrankBaum - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Holeflaffer - dead from The Plague
||||||||| aikidean - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Beano Ben Beaner
shoes for the dead: utom was a planet
shoes for the dead: Pluto
Nabby: Magnetic dogs at the gates of the temple
Principalpoop: that was a song by the strawberry jellfish
DJTween: some long spaces between the skits on this show
EWeston: One is named Spot
Stlouielou: wasn't that a song by RUSH?
General Dysfunction: i can take it
Principalpoop: limbraugh sings?
Nabby: I believe so SLL
EWeston: It should been Lou
DJTween: They were covering the jellyfish
SidFudd: I tried to spice up the EOBE liner notes with enough references to possible upcoming reissue projects that everyone would be foaming at the mouth over the possibility of an EOBE game
EWeston: Till the forks came by UBS
Cat: oh fudd, you;'re taylor?
SidFudd: "My Rocinante sailed by night on her final flight"
DJTween: There really could have been an EOBE game
Principalpoop: oh it is nancy
Nabby: Indeed Tween
General Dysfunction: a brazilian dream song
Cat: is an eobe game possible, taylor?
SidFudd: That is correct, it could maybe possibly be a game. Austin saved a file box of notes. I went through them and dug up lots of goodies
SidFudd: ...including a complete game map
Cat: wow
Principalpoop: flash version now, mmfastug?
DJTween: kewl, Sid :)
shoes for the dead: and old roaches too i bet, Sid
DJTween: lol shoes
General Dysfunction: i'm transported'
Principalpoop: mescaline is in the freezer
Nabby: old roaches ne'er die
Stlouielou: I never met a old roach I didn't like
Cat: its like peter coming back from the dead to promote a game
General Dysfunction: dark side of pluto
Cat: he always was kinda gamey
SidFudd: I had lunch with Bruce Litz last month, and he's going to scour his archive for primary materials
Principalpoop: k3wL
Cat: firfesign really found the right guy when they found you, taylor
General Dysfunction: oh let himsing
SidFudd: Gracias, Cat.
Nabby: 3 cheers for taylor J
Principalpoop: hip hip
Beet: Hip hip
SidFudd: Litz and Austin also have lots of archival material from "Down Under Danger"
EWeston: Hokay!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
shoes for the dead: hippie
Principalpoop: hoorah
SidFudd: ...which I know nothing about
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Nabby: lol
Beet: missed it by that much
SidFudd: ...but that needs to be a thing, too
Principalpoop: dance the hoorah
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Elayne gets out at 10:16 PM.
SidFudd: "Choose-Your-Own-Adventure" meets "I Spell My Name The Way It's Spelled"
Elayne: Evenin' all! Sorry I'm late, busy day and I'm in a bit of pain.
EWeston: That's George
shoes for the dead: a goat cannot scapegoat
Principalpoop: there is E, we have not lost new york
Beet: Hi, E
Cat: Wow it's El
EWeston: Is Elayne yow!
shoes for the dead: hi E
Nabby: Evening E
SidFudd: Hiya El
General Dysfunction: yay E
Elayne: Wow, what a lovely greeting! Thanks all!
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:18 PM and late as usual, it's Porgy, just back from California."
General Dysfunction: learning is the shortcut to inner insolence
Nabby: kerchoo
Principalpoop: learning is the shortcut to insolence
EWeston: Some temp pain one hopes
Elayne: Certainly helps ease the pain
Principalpoop: gesundheight nabby
General Dysfunction: there's that echo again
SidFudd: HI ELAYNE! BEFORE THIS EVENING'S CHAT, WE'LL NEED YOU TO LIFT THIS REFRIGERATOR!
SidFudd: Sorry, that was the WRONG greeting
Elayne: A bunch of us at the office are moving from one floor to another, EWeston, and today was the day I did the majority of packin for my boss. He's a hoarder so it wasn't easy. I'm up to 10 crates of stuff plus around a half dozen boxes.
SidFudd: take it easy, Elayne
Elayne: Sid, I feel like I've already lifted a bunch of fridges. :)
EWeston: Lyreing is the shortcut to Major Harping
Nabby: oofda
Elayne: Did about 90% of the packing today, so tomorrow will be easy then I can rest over the weekend, give or take digging my car out of the snow and ice.
General Dysfunction: lose 5 of the 10 boxes and be innocent
SidFudd: A quick survey: How many of you have read The Apocalypse Papers?
EWeston: Lowerback pain then, yah take easy and soak it
Elayne: Our driveway is actually a road, and NYC Sanitation has neither plowed nor salted after the storm yesterday morning. So it's a sheet of uneven ice
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Principalpoop: i don't recall, is that where he said kill them all?
EWeston: My feet are twitching at that image
Stlouielou: uneven ice...now THAT was a great group!
Nabby: gosh no Sid
Cat: El, i spent last couple of days hanging out with Vancouver's sustainable seafood guy, had best halibut of my life this aft
Cat: my book project Much closer to exisiting.
Nabby: http://www.amazon.com/The-Apocalypse-Papers-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00DPOF1UM
General Dysfunction: dark night and wingtips in dawning night
shoes for the dead: they were bad live tho...
Stlouielou: uneven at best
Elayne: Sounds exciting, Cat!
EWeston: A bedder dead group?
shoes for the dead: exit nine sign
General Dysfunction: under the sign that said 99, trout leapng in the morning
Cat: do know of the Beehive Design Collective, El?
Cat: I just turned Kalle on to them this week. amazing use of imagery for poliitcal purposes
SidFudd: Yeek - nobody should buy The Apocalypse Papers in that condition for $263.99.
shoes for the dead: strict nine
General Dysfunction: so many short runs
Elayne: No Cat, never heard of them. Looking them up now. :)
||||||||| 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."
Nabby: amazing huh sid
Cat: taylor, check out Beehive Design Collective
General Dysfunction: what in the world can a poor honky do
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cooper - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Elayne: They look very hippie-like, Cat.
Cat: and the time was right again
Elayne: Not sure if that's good or not
Cat: kinda, el, but very skilled
Cat: using image for teaching purposes. i like that idea
||||||||| 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'
General Dysfunction: unhappy oak, in beeljeum
Nabby: http://beehivecollective.org/en/
DJTween: "Completely free as a lifetime ball-point pen"
Cat: the firesign are realy really smart hippies, as the identified themselves in one of these shows
shoes for the dead: RFR is good stuff!!
General Dysfunction: there is no saying goodbye, dear friends
DJTween: Hope some of you can make it to RFR on Sunday afternoons :)
Cat: ossman as poem, they take sound where our brain calls us to go
Nabby: Will do
EWeston: But the exist's easy monthly payments
Nabby: Great set Tween
General Dysfunction: yes cat
Stlouielou: rockin' the love and the cheese
Beet: This was fun. Thanks, Tween. Nite all.
SidFudd: Radio Free Roz?
Cat: thanks again, tween
Nabby: Ty Beet & Merl!
EWeston: See yah Beet
Nabby: Yepsk fun stuff
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock It!!! bye
Nabby: Nytol!
DJTween: Much fun :)
General Dysfunction: loved it once again, thank you much
EWeston: Evening siderial, or other wise
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| "Hey General Dysfunction!" ... General Dysfunction turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:31 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| At 10:31 PM, Mudhead vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween scurries out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Rufus_T_Firetween?! It's 10:31 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "10:32 PM? I'm late!" exclaims DJTween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Cat: we flee
Principalpoop: night all
||||||||| At 10:32 PM, Cat vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
Principalpoop: gosh, walking the dog and the place went silent
||||||||| "Hey Principalpoop!" ... Principalpoop turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:32 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
||||||||| Merlyn runs out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Merlyn?! It's 10:33 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
||||||||| At 10:35 PM, Elayne vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
SidFudd: welp - I gotta go slow down all atomic movement in my area. This universe won't reach heat-death by itself you know. Toodles
||||||||| SidFudd says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, SidFudd exits at 10:37 PM.
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Porgy - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| late - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 2:48 AM and RedPillTweeny waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 3:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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
breeze
Captain Equinox
Cat
Cooper
DJTween
dmc
dude
Elayne
EWeston
FrenchFrankBaum
General Dysfunction
Holeflaffer
kestrel74
late
MarkLeviton
Merlyn
Mudhead
Nabby
Org!
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
Serottared
shoes for the dead
SidFudd
Stlouielou
The Senator
Tor_Hershman
Winterfered
URL References:
http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KrCZPGRHHK8/Uuq_3_KO7cI/AAAAAAAAA3U/_3aOH5E4umU/s1600/Tor+hershman+wrecking+bat+2.png
http://beehivecollective.org/en/
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=aywt-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://torhershman.blogspot.com/
http://www.amazon.com/The-Apocalypse-Papers-Firesign-Theatre/dp/B00DPOF1UM
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#ANYTHNPFTFTJ
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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