A Firesign Chat
02/27/2014




Archive


Special appearance by
P.austin
Phil Austin as '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 February 27, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween sashays in at 6:13 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| 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 Rufus_T_Firetween gets out at 6:53 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 7 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to tune in to Firesign’s new 24/7 Radio Station Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to "Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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 - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| "8:32 PM? 8:32 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Porgy should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Porgy enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Glen in through the front door at 8:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi Glen, Porgy
Porgy: Hey hey!
DJTween: music in a few minutes
DJTween: you can link to the streams now if you wish
||||||||| Catherwood enters with dude close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 8:35 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
DJTween: Hi dude
DJTween: streams are up, music in about 3 minutes
||||||||| pinknyte enters at 8:37 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Chapeau Manger.
DJTween: Hi pinknyte
pinknyte: hi folks
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Patrick Moraz) - 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)'
Porgy: it might get
DJTween: might get?
Porgy: ?
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'damned kudzu', just granted probation at 8:41 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: it might get? you said
DJTween: get what?
DJTween: Hi kudzu
DJTween: you sure picked the right nick to go with tonight's album :)
||||||||| Hawkmoth_Fan steals in around 8:42 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
damned kudzu: howdy
||||||||| 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."
damned kudzu: y, trying to fit into context
damned kudzu: are you playing the bonus stuff from new eobe release as well?
DJTween: good question, kudzu, lemme check
damned kudzu: it's a mixed bag - some interesting, some not, just curious
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Bliss inside, makes a note of the time (8:46 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: looks like the copy I have is older
DJTween: no bonus tracks :/
DJTween: Hi Bliss
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Dr. Carlo Dog 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.
damned kudzu: no prob
DJTween: Hi Carlo
||||||||| Catherwood snorts derisively "It's 8:47 PM; let's see who falls in through our celebrity trap door!" -- he pulls a lever, and P.austin plummets onto the oriental shag rug.
Dr. Carlo Dog: Woof
Dr. Carlo Dog: It's my master!
P.austin: Hey, I'm just guessing as to my login
DJTween: Hey Phil!
DJTween: it worked apparently, as you're in red
P.austin: But at least I'm red
Dr. Carlo Dog: I just got a jolt in my electrodes
damned kudzu: omg
Dr. Carlo Dog: Well red
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'HappyHarry', just granted probation at 8:49 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Harry
Porgy: Got ambushed by a wombat!
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Mudhead disembarks at 8:50 PM.
||||||||| Beet bounds in at 8:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Beet: Howdy all. Bitter cold outside so perfect night to stay warm by the Firesign-side
DJTween: Hey Mud, Beet
Porgy: Hi Beet!
Mudhead: Hello
P.austin: I'm available tonight.
Beet: Hi, Phil. Very nice to see you.
damned kudzu: bet you say that to all the fine womenz
||||||||| 8:52 PM: Lucien jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTween: Hi Lucien
Lucien: Heya.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts EWeston in through the front door at 8:52 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: Hi Phil, glad you could join us
DJTween: Hi EW
EWeston: Hi tweeny and yer friends
Beet: I'm liking these tunes, Tween. I don't think I have heard this guy before.
Beet: Hi EW
||||||||| Dexter Fong steals in around 8:54 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| It's 8:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Hey Beet on Phil lip
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: Moraz played on the Yes album Relayer, and was the keyboard player for the Moody Blues for many years
DJTween: Hey Dexter
EWeston: Don't ask me how and became on, its a mystery
Beet: Nice pedigree
Mudhead: shades of ELP
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny Beet Muddy and special firegreeasing to P.austin
EWeston: Larruped from here to Goshen
||||||||| Nino enters at 8:56 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
DJTween: Hi Nino
Mudhead: Hiya Dex
Nino: Hello. This is Nino. Can I say... hello?
Dexter Fong: Hi Nino, where am I?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts ''Bob'' inside, makes a note of the time (8:57 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Hi "Bob"
DJTween: Hi Bob
EWeston: Nino Heisenbirg says no, the cat died
Nino: Well, there you are.
Mudhead: Take the saw, cut the table. Use both halves to make a hole. Climb out the hole Nino
Beet: Make some soap
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Jubal should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Jubal enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Dexter Fong: EW: Close your box!
DJTween: Hi Jubal
EWeston: Hokay... no I can still see him
Dexter Fong: Jubalizzation
||||||||| Catherwood ushers shoes for the dead into the room, accepts a $3 bill as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:58 PM, then departs.
Jubal: Thanks for the warming....er...warning
Dexter Fong: Stop peaking through the air holes EW
DJTween: Hi shoes
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Cease', just granted probation at 8:59 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Beet: Hi shoes
shoes for the dead: Howdy!
DJTween: Hi Cease
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
||||||||| Outside, the 8:59 PM downtown bus from Tennessee pulls away, leaving Moose coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Cease: Is that the real Phil Austin?
Mudhead: hi shoes, cease an all else
DJTween: Hi Moose
shoes for the dead: Hey Cat
||||||||| 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: Having a real existencial malstrom here. Send Sugar
Dexter Fong: He's red isn't he?
Jubal: dang hippie music!
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, February 27, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Dexter Fong: EW: Layers, guns and sugar is on the way
Cease: Jesus Motherfucking Cocksuckin Christ,,
||||||||| 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 Pico & Alvarado falls out at 9:00 PM.
''Bob'': HONK! HONK!
||||||||| At 9:00 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Moose!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Moose inside, makes a note of the time (9:00 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
damned kudzu: you guys settle down
EWeston: Good ready for some players for some seven card tarow
Beet: Hi Pico
Cease: Or someone like him
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "9:01 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Hellmouth."
Pico & Alvarado: I like my sugar with coffee and cream...
Merlyn: Hey phil, brian westley here
Mudhead: Hi Merlyn
||||||||| uhClem tiptoes in around 9:01 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Pico & Alvarado: hey beet!
damned kudzu: pink hotel
''Bob'': I would love to see this album get re-released with more compression... The loud sections scare the dog.
EWeston: Merly
||||||||| Outside, the 9:01 PM uptown bus from British Columbia pulls away, leaving Cat coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nino: Is this thing on?
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
DJTween: Hi Cat
shoes for the dead: on who?
EWeston: Katz
Dexter Fong: Hi cat?
Cat: Hi tween
Cat: Dex
||||||||| boringlarry steals in around 9:02 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
DJTween: Hi larry
Cat: It's a bit hard to riff in reality lansd
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:03 PM, dragging squeeze_the_wheeze by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
DJTween: You call this reality?
Cat: boring, you are not alone
EWeston: And hard to use a drunk snake
Dexter Fong: No ..this is lansd
damned kudzu: zork zork zork
DJTween: Hi wheeze
Nino: Derp
Cat: we do what we can, twen
EWeston: Kapwing!
Beet: The way these games work hasn't really changed much just a bit more sophisticated graphics I guess
damned kudzu: infocom
shoes for the dead: easy to use a stiff snake tho
Moose: A lot of stuff is happening to me
squeeze_the_wheeze: greetings a
Nino: What are we listening to?
Moose: I had a hard time figuring this stuff out
DJTween: and it's not even Moose season yet
Cat: moosem a lot of stuff is happening to everybody
Moose: And it better not be soon!
DJTween: This is The Pink Hotel Burns Down, the precursor to EOBE
Nino: Pippin impression?
damned kudzu: it's dark here, you're likely to be eaten by a grue
EWeston: Its always new Moose. This one is pretty scatterred
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “EAT OR BE EATEN” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - this album may be purchased at >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html'
Cat: we are as firesign starting point
Moose: So, are you all hardcore Firesign fans? I remember from the late 60s!
DJTween: since the early 70's here
Dexter Fong: I'm a softcore fan
Cat: you listened to firesign back then, moose?
Moose: Yep! I'm OLD
Dr. Carlo Dog: No, a couple of leads led me here
Nino: Moose, I am a bow-chicka-wow-wow fan
Pico & Alvarado: hubba hubba
Moose: 1969, Waiting for the Electrician
Dr. Carlo Dog: I used to just be in the chorus
||||||||| Donalynette enters at 9:07 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
Cat: i was in high schooll when friend turned me on to krla show, march 67
shoes for the dead: i used to mainline the stuff
damned kudzu: damned trolls stole his plymouth
Nino: I was listening to the wrong stream!
Moose: I found it helped to have an altered consciousness
Cat: and your veins have never been happier, shoes
shoes for the dead: the one that got peed in/
boringlarry: 69, electrician for me too...
||||||||| 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."
Pico & Alvarado: i,m on
Nino: I'm on the grid now.
Beet: I love this one
EWeston: Not Insane was my intro
Cat: you have a great radio voice, tween
Pico & Alvarado: fightins where the fairs at
Nino: He's using voice commands like my smartphone uses.
shoes for the dead: the only one I get flashbacks from
DJTween: Thanks, Cat :)
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Jubal - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Porgy - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Bliss - dead from the yaws
||||||||| P.austin - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Phil!! We barely knew ye...
Cat: is austin here?
EWeston: Phil's dead
Dexter Fong: Not any ore
Moose: You wanna hear me rap?
DJTween: Guess he's trying to set up Skype
damned kudzu: hacker core!
EWeston: Keep those uppers down
shoes for the dead: now he's putside loking in
Pico & Alvarado: Phils Dad
Dr. Carlo Dog: No Austin's in Austin
DJTween: lol Carlo
||||||||| At 9:11 PM, Donalynette vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
EWeston: Phil's dadist
Pico & Alvarado: Hexus
DJTween: Most times, it is ;)
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and Donalynette waltzes out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
damned kudzu: can you use skype in the afterlife/seance?
Cat: thats a lot of letters
damned kudzu: insert the disk
DJTween: ** Would you like to talk on the air about your experiences with the Firesign Theatre? Have you met them or attended their concerts? We want to hear from you :) Just let me know in chat and you can Skype in to the radio station and tell everyone about it!
Cat: fuck the whaT?
EWeston: with the Madam Blosphosky app
Pico & Alvarado: this is a great disk
Pico & Alvarado: **** the duck
DJTween: Yeah, it's a lot of fun :)
Cat: true, pico.
Dr. Carlo Dog: Plastic disks?
EWeston: That duck was never meant to fly
shoes for the dead: road and hearse
Pico & Alvarado: but now he sails
||||||||| Donalynette leaves at 9:13 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..."
||||||||| Outside, the 9:13 PM uptown bus from South Carolina pulls away, leaving Donalynette coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: yet he sails!!
Moose: Oh no! Moose meat is eaten by Lions?
EWeston: And in a nice sloop too
DJTween: Help Catherwood, Dona's caught in a revolving door!
||||||||| Catherwood rushes alongside DJTween and inquires "Did you want something?"
damned kudzu: damned kudzu
Pico & Alvarado: men eating tigers
Cat: it would be great to hear from firefans here
DJTween: Catherwood, please give Donalynette a chair
||||||||| Catherwood gives donalynette a chair.
shoes for the dead: men eating squirels
Mudhead: over here?
EWeston: Sad eyed clown eating sad eyed orphans, in black velvet
Pico & Alvarado: electric highway
Nino: Chi chi!
Cat: chi chi
DJTween: Yes folks, please do let me know if you'd like to Skype in and talk to us :)
Pico & Alvarado: my my
Cat: chicago of an earlier reality
shoes for the dead: clown eating opium eyes?
EWeston: Ur urs
Pico & Alvarado: bear whiz for me
damned kudzu: "i'll always be singing this song"
DJTween: Just send your Skype name to me in a private message, so I can call you
Moose: I think I'm lost . . . nice talking at you all
||||||||| "9:16 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Moose, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
EWeston: Don't settle for the guts. Go for the eyes!
DJTween: awwww :(
DJTween: sorry Moose...
Cat: you too, moose
damned kudzu: did we tick him off?
EWeston: By Moose
Pico & Alvarado: falling into a roomful of warm eyeballs
DJTween: He got lost in Labyrinth
damned kudzu: chamber of 32 doors, man
Cat: what a sightful room
Dexter Fong: I think he's headed towards Boner City
EWeston: Some of those eyeballs has tentacles
Dr. Carlo Dog: I bit him
damned kudzu: in the toilet!
Dr. Carlo Dog: Some of them have hats
EWeston: Bad dog, sit
squeeze_the_wheeze: he should have kept his thumb on the script...like i do..that way i never get lost
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “EAT OR BE EATEN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln
Pico & Alvarado: Love Tentacle
Cat: you read walter cronkite's rules for old men, dex?
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Nabby', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTween: Hi Nabby
Nabby: Hi Tween
Dexter Fong: No, I haven't Cat
EWeston: Tentalce all ray blasters!
Pico & Alvarado: Walter Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood ignores Pico & Alvarado
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
Nabby: Hi All
Cat: 93 year old writer, i'd love to be that old and thst aware
Beet: Hey Nab
DJTween: Sounds interesting, Cat
Cat: fuck you, dex
Dexter Fong: Daraling Nabby
DJTween: lol Cat
Pico & Alvarado: Darling Nabby
Dexter Fong: What's that about Cat?
DJTween: just on general principle, Cat?
||||||||| Catherwood ushers elpoptart inside, makes a note of the time (9:19 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Dexter Fong: Thanks PPPP&A
Cat: not dying is a constant battle
DJTween: Hi tart
elpoptart: yo
Pico & Alvarado: MOOK
shoes for the dead: elpee!
Cat: we do what we can, eh?
||||||||| "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!"
Pico & Alvarado: dont leave
Cat: hi pop
DJTween: Some great FST faux-commercials on this album
Nabby: Indeed Tween
DJTween: Shoplifter's is one of my all-time favorites
Mudhead: I like Dead Cat Soap myself
Cat: yes tween, i think the firesign roll on comercials
damned kudzu: you said it - there are a few more in the bonus stuff, but they def used the beeter ones
DJTween: and rock, even
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Principalpoop into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:22 PM, then departs.
Cat: not dead .also not soap
damned kudzu: better ones
Pico & Alvarado: Strafe
Dexter Fong: Hey Poop
DJTween: Hey P, you're late
Nabby: Hi Ppoop
EWeston: Pooper yow
Principalpoop: howsah howsah
Dr. Carlo Dog: Wanna let me chase ya around the room? C'mon...
Principalpoop: sorry mister tweeny
Cat: hi dog
EWeston: Thisa thisa
shoes for the dead: when they leave the claws in it really scrubs
Beet: I think I am inspired to get the new CD of this one.
DJTween: Don't chase the Cat, Carlo
DJTween: the link
Mudhead: Catherwood throw the ball for the dog
||||||||| Catherwood walks alongside Mudhead and mumbles "oh, fuck off Mudhead!"
DJTween: The link's at the top of the page, Beet
Dr. Carlo Dog: All my FST shirts have huge holes in them... time to reorder
damned kudzu: they included the original 8 bit graphics slide show as a .mov on the new release - this part's kind of cool
Cat: sounds like a steely dan lyric
Nabby: Head rush
DJTween: Catherwood, give the dog a chew toy
||||||||| Catherwood hands the dog a chew toy.
||||||||| "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!"
Beet: Thanks
Dr. Carlo Dog: No one ever gets them but I don't care
Cat: tongiht i chase the cherry wine
Principalpoop: you need at least 4 holes in them
EWeston: Don't give him any sugar cubes
Pico & Alvarado: eat or be eaten
shoes for the dead: sounds like ya caught it, Cat
Principalpoop: don't do it, that is another one of the bugs
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Nice paisley horsey
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Donalynette - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Cease - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| boringlarry - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
damned kudzu: flip the disk
Pico & Alvarado: if it's not meat, it's not food
Dr. Carlo Dog: Not for broadcast
Dr. Carlo Dog: Doesn't pronounce well
Nabby: Not for breakfast
Pico & Alvarado: cat bait
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Denys inside, makes a note of the time (9:26 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign T-shirts, coffee mugs and other goodies now available at >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
EWeston: Thank you Mr. Pronouncer
DJTween: Hi Denys
Cat: Waht?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “EAT OR BE EATEN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln
Principalpoop: glow in the dark duck hats
Dr. Carlo Dog: Anyone else have the entire Duke of Madness disk on your phone? Gotta love the 21st century
shoes for the dead: is a pronoun like a proverb?
DJTween: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
EWeston: Don't do that with your knees
Pico & Alvarado: 86000 enamel switches and plates
Cat: How oftenh is this riff used in firesign stuff?
damned kudzu: mmmmm fires
Principalpoop: in assorted decorator colors
Cat: hi poop.
DJTween: The next bit coming up is (I'm quite sure) a parody of Hill Street Blues
DJTween: "Police Problems"
Nabby: The what's in stock bit cat?
Nino: He said Bochco
Principalpoop: hello mister vancouver, how is the van you are covering?
EWeston: In missassorted flavor red green and pluto
Cat: i only knew of hill street when a fellow teacher gave me a vid of it
Cat: in tokyo in 80s, not a lot of such
Principalpoop: sing the blues
DJTween: I'll bet
shoes for the dead: booker!
Dr. Carlo Dog: And pat your pants
Beet: Just ordered EOBE
''Bob'': I miss Hill Street. Why isn't it streaming somewhere?
EWeston: Sling the booze
DJTween: yayy Beet :-)
Cat: booze is where i'm at
Pico & Alvarado: clink
shoes for the dead: Beet I hope it's still warm when it gets there
Nabby: a fave commoercial
Beet: I have faith
Principalpoop: colonel clink
Pico & Alvarado: kudzu theological seminary
Principalpoop: hehe he said seminary hehe
damned kudzu: what?
EWeston: Sings a duet with Bob
Principalpoop: white punks on dope
elpoptart: dat synth
damned kudzu: strange goings on at kudzu t
Nabby: great track
shoes for the dead: only theolobically tho
Nino: These keyboard songs are making me feel all ooky.
DJTween: FST's music is always so polished, like the rest of their productions
Nino: not songs, sounds
EWeston: They are on the road again, The Tubes
Principalpoop: a might important affair
DJTween: really? wow
||||||||| Catherwood leads General Dysfunction in through the front door at 9:32 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Principalpoop: mighty
DJTween: Hello General
Pico & Alvarado: theobobically
General Dysfunction: so happy
Beet: Hey Gen Dys
Principalpoop: biopscyhally
Cat: the beatles of comedy
DJTween: ** anyone want to Skype during the break?
EWeston: Heard an ad in Seattle recently for them. Say a Halloween show by them yaers ago, hot
Pico & Alvarado: i'm in love with the sphinx
Nabby: bunnies & burrows
DJTween: I'll bet, EW
Cat: hey folks, talk to tween.
DJTween: :)
Principalpoop: follow my instructions exactly
Cat: hi nabby
EWeston: Nice paint on the dancers too
damned kudzu: initials on the screen!
Dr. Carlo Dog: SQUIRREL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Principalpoop: hawkmoth
||||||||| "9:34 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Dr. Carlo Dog, who then scurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
Nabby: Hi Cat
General Dysfunction: catching up, i'm one of the bugs
DJTween: just give me your Skype name in a private message (choose my name from the pop-up menu)
Cat: poop you've beem here for a long time you should talk to tween
EWeston: Someone left the doggy door open
General Dysfunction: ruff
DJTween: Yeah Poop, come on
Principalpoop: huh? no no no, i am a nobody
EWeston: Srickenmup
DJTween: you're a Firehead
Pico & Alvarado: I wonder if this game takes plastic
Nabby: Love the Firesign guys' voice fx and processing, yum
DJTween: that's all the qualification anyone needs :)
General Dysfunction: gimmeyershooes
''Bob'': We're all bozos on this bus, Poop.
shoes for the dead: north korean rolex ripoff
Beet: We're all nobody
Cat: ihow many times have i been on? too many
Nabby: Ppoop you are somebody
EWeston: Give it a shot Pooper
Principalpoop: barking up the wrong tree, i want to hear fong again
DJTween: and welcome on again any time you like, Cat
damned kudzu: pull a free knob!
General Dysfunction: ruff
Cat: no beet, what firesign teaches us. we are not alone.
Nabby: lol kudzu
EWeston: Are you channeling the doctor?
General Dysfunction: eat bad street dog
Cat: knowlege combines and increases
shoes for the dead: Dr. ummm....
uhClem: Doctor Memory?
DJTween: Yeah, Fong, go for it
Pico & Alvarado: there's a bunch of Indians out there!
Cat: hi clem
EWeston: Good street dogs are getting rare, and valuable
Pico & Alvarado: i read Gypsy doctor
Principalpoop: i prefer avenues
shoes for the dead: tasy too
Beet: I wasn't using "nobody" in a bad sense. Much like not being anywhere at all (if you know what I mean)
DJTween: Lots of Korean restaurants in your neighborhood, EW?
General Dysfunction: no don't fall into the pit
General Dysfunction: bigbad kudzzu
uhClem: Um barney
EWeston: One closed to reopen as a bug pit. Beetles our speciality!
Cat: if you get my drift
General Dysfunction: what leprechaun scan
Principalpoop: the old leprechan scam
Beet: Love it
''Bob'': You know, FT is a lot like Shakespeare: you remember it as being High Art, but when you actually go back and listen? It's all dick jokes.
General Dysfunction: i'm a chicken
Nabby: joycean
Cat: how's bambi, clem
Principalpoop: sqwark sqwark
''Bob'': Not that there's anythynge wrong with that.
General Dysfunction: yes bits yes bits
Pico & Alvarado: The old leprechan scam
EWeston: Old Irish curse, May the ground always rise up to meet your feet
Principalpoop: chaucer
General Dysfunction: rich windmills yes!
shoes for the dead: not face ?
EWeston: He missed?
Dexter Fong: EW: I thought it was "may the ground always rise up to meet your face"
''Bob'': Him, too.
Nabby: clean and free
EWeston: LOL Dex
Beet: only on drink nights
DJTween: lol Dex
General Dysfunction: may the road be happy to meet your face
Cat: Bob, it were al dick jokes, even philip k dick jokes, would not explain firesign brillinace
Principalpoop: after the bricks hit him, he let go of the rope
Dexter Fong: ...may the wind never break in front of you
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
General Dysfunction: ha dex
EWeston: Reminds me of the Hitchhikers guides instrution on flying. Through yourself to the ground, and miss
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “HEY, BANANA NOSE!”- 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 purchase Duke Of Madness Motors at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ'
General Dysfunction: that's what fallings
Nabby: Thanks Rufus
Cat: I just discovered that my fave dirctore was most influencced by my fav author.
General Dysfunction: that's what falling is all about
Cat: good for you, clem
EWeston: Keep at it till you finaly miss
shoes for the dead: fave dictator?
DJTween: oops, iTunes glitched
General Dysfunction: let's eat!!
Beet: Just ate
Nabby: Eating
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: 9?
General Dysfunction: eat again
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind 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
Beet: good idea
Nabby: Shhh
General Dysfunction: wheat noise
Principalpoop: it
EWeston: More tripe, with spots this time
Nabby: shut your mouth
General Dysfunction: shm yrm mth
Principalpoop: i see son
Nabby: it's that whistling track
EWeston: Spreek engrish troop!
Beet: hard to eat with my mouth shut
shoes for the dead: ice season
Principalpoop: a clean minded person
General Dysfunction: mmm rumor and inuendo i love it
EWeston: What kinda harppon do you like for ice huntng
Principalpoop: shouldn't I be able to control my mind?
shoes for the dead: a hot poker
General Dysfunction: dear son yar a mon
Nabby: and why
Principalpoop: when
General Dysfunction: nobody bats 500
EWeston: My fav interior design feature, tillTuesday
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:48 PM, dragging P.austin by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
''Bob'': Tea for two, and two for tea... pass the tea, man.
General Dysfunction: judgenunez
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: Pass him on the rught
Principalpoop: he is not red, is it him?
||||||||| 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."
Cat: Hi Phil
DJTween: welcome back, Phil
Nabby: Greetings
Dexter Fong: Greasings
P.austin: Hey, I'm back
DJTween: Merlyn is the guy who knows about the log-ins
shoes for the dead: Bannanna nose Jr!!
EWeston: Yow goodt!
General Dysfunction: my body is dominating my mind!
Principalpoop: salutattions
P.austin: I know virtually nothing
EWeston: Hard to lay a whip there
shoes for the dead: exocise it GD
Beet: Everything is virtual these days
Principalpoop: experts know more and more about less and less until they know everything about nothing
Nabby: well said ppoop
Nabby: Top men
EWeston: Virtual virtue, will it sell?
Cat: pa is now two places at once
General Dysfunction: yeah poop
Principalpoop: visceral and virtual, v words are fun
shoes for the dead: only with bitcoin, EW
Cat: vaginas, victorias,
EWeston: Give Vicky back her underwear
Beet: You could have a proxy for your virtue
General Dysfunction: it's god's fault thank god
Principalpoop: virtue is it's own reward, but the same is true for vice
DJTween: Man, BTC has taken quite a dive
P.austin: I just at home, eating dinner
DJTween: Mt. Gox is now Molehill Gox
Principalpoop: bend over
Nabby: that whistling track has me mesmerized by now oops it's gone
Cat: not in red, phil?
Principalpoop: bon ap notre ami
EWeston: Some nice weather in the area
Beet: Arson school burned down
Nabby: Ben Dover
Principalpoop: dog wants out, brb
P.austin: Guess I should be listening ...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:54 PM and bozo steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
General Dysfunction: learn while you burn
Nabby: learn while you burn
Nabby: lol GD
Cat: how are the dogs, phil?
DJTween: Hi bozo
shoes for the dead: damn scho..
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
General Dysfunction: echo in here
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Trap it quick!
Nabby: I must complete my bust
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Pico & Alvarado - dead from measles
||||||||| Nino - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| pinknyte - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| HappyHarry - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cat: our dog icy slipped on some black ice this morning and required much assistsance to get up
Nabby: echo
||||||||| 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: In silicon?
General Dysfunction: the cats come boppin down the street
Beet: he slipped on himself?
P.austin: Hey, Cat: dogs are all good. New fence being built in their pasture.
Nabby: yes, wafers....*sigh*
shoes for the dead: in public?
Cat: Is Oona still selling photo-food?
General Dysfunction: i am the president's ....i don't wanna be that..
Cat: We should talk. I'm doing something with food and imagery/
Nabby: great piece
DJTween wonders what photos eat
EWeston: Never wafer your silicon
Nabby: good pernt EW
EWeston: Your...soul
P.austin: OonAs pretty much officially retired. Still gets calls each month for huge paying jobs and turns them down. Life is good.
General Dysfunction: dorcas point, the ritz, he was right behind him
Nabby: nice, PA
EWeston: Kwuel retirement has a good feel
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: I'm only in the vicinity of speach
Cat: so typing better than babbling
EWeston: Don't spoke it
Beet: A lot of mileage out of the Spartacus soundtrack
Nabby: Don't poke it
Nabby: koff koff
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Moose', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
shoes for the dead: smoke it
EWeston: It'll never heel
General Dysfunction: bloody year
Dexter Fong: wb Moose
Cat: i/m glad to hear oona is still needed. like a firesign album that will or will not happen
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Our Moose am back, good
shoes for the dead: get ne of those zap collars, EW
General Dysfunction: bufffalllo
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: whatr has happened has done us the good that it has done us
Moose: Yes, I came back . . .
Beet: He's not for sale
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
EWeston: Color coordinated or reversed?
Mudhead: Im feelin it
Mudhead: g'nite dear friends
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| At 10:01 PM, Mudhead dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Bye Mudhead
Cat: by mud. keep clean'
EWeston: He's quick
shoes for the dead: bye Mud
Nabby: Bye M---
Beet: See ya Mud
General Dysfunction: put your finger where your mouth is, bye mudhead
Cat: phil went red
EWeston: Check your 6
Principalpoop: back
Nabby: Check those corners
Cat: urugay has legal dope now. profecy of whag?
General Dysfunction: king of duckberg, eddie
shoes for the dead: i only use cash
Principalpoop: don't grab the martyrs, they are nice fellows
EWeston: Check out those corenors
''Bob'': Nite, all. Thanks for the fun, DJTween.
P.austin: Do we want an FST download store?
Principalpoop: ciao bob
Cat: you are leaving, bob?
Beet: Absolutely, Phil
EWeston: See yez Bob
General Dysfunction: you were there?
Nabby: Garsh yes very much PA
Merlyn: sure phil
DJTween: You mean like offering digital audio downloads, Phil?
shoes for the dead: yuppers Phil
DJTween: Would probably be a really good addition
Cat: we are here for you, phil
P.austin: Yeah, starting with Give Me Immortality ...
General Dysfunction: in 1909 so many horses, yay horses
EWeston: a good thing, I don't see a down for it
Nabby: That would be sweet
Nabby: Ditto Cat
Beet: Very exciting idea.
P.austin: Thanks, Elayne ...
General Dysfunction: out of control on 101
shoes for the dead: out of control!!!!!
Cat: let's do this, eh?
EWeston: The control stores were allclosed
Nabby: Blbblblbb
Beet: Pimp softball team
EWeston: Allrightsremoved
Principalpoop: clarence snake
General Dysfunction: chuck cheek
EWeston: Worked for routorooter
Nabby: you had to use your hands?
General Dysfunction: been persuaded since i looked in the mirror
Nabby: great choice Tween
DJTween: Thanks, Nabby :)
Principalpoop: a robot cow
General Dysfunction: plastic angle irons, robot cow
Moose: Do you all know each other?
EWeston: Been frowned since I began to caw, er claw
Cat: tween alters reality. in a good way
Principalpoop: who? him?
Dexter Fong: We know some of us
Cat: moose, some of us know some of us
Nabby: He sure does
shoes for the dead: CAW CAW
EWeston: We keep keerful knotes on each other
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Denys - dead from jaundice
||||||||| bozo - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: i know all of you in a nonway, gratefully
P.austin: We know nothing ...
Moose: OK . . . BTW, I'm a girl!
EWeston: Merely laughing at the distractions
Dexter Fong: Ah..but knowing we know nothing is the most important knoledge of all
shoes for the dead: i don't know who i am
Principalpoop: prove it, tell us about periods or something
Cat: As opposed to everything
Dexter Fong: shoes: Check with Nino
EWeston: So'k I'm a secret Zeppilin captin
Moose: Don't have em anymore . . .
Nabby: I'm not who I think you are
shoes for the dead: Nino lies
Principalpoop: pregnant or post-menopausal
Beet: Ah, such a beautiful and profound nothing it is.
||||||||| 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."
Moose: P-M
Nabby: Blasted @#$%!
EWeston: Nini naps
Cat: proc/berg told a young penn to learn everythingl still a good idea
Principalpoop: i was a librarian, neither fish nor fowl
General Dysfunction: p-m is wonderful
EWeston: Just a fowl minded pervert
Principalpoop: prevert hehe
Moose: It beats the alternative . . .
Cat: poop, being a librarian would be the ulltmate job
shoes for the dead: chicken straightener
Beet: bird brain
General Dysfunction: galloping comet's tails
EWeston: Some people like a feather, for some its not enough
Nabby: shoes
Principalpoop: now with google, librarians are redundent
shoes for the dead: Nabby
Principalpoop: great cesears ghost
General Dysfunction: too many toes
Cat: any news, phil?
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:14 PM and porgy sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Merlyn: great Caesar's Romero
Principalpoop: you can never have too many toes
General Dysfunction: while we still got our own four skins
EWeston: I like to give our liberarian a good dusting on occasion
Beet: How do bookburners succeed when they are all now digital
Moose: Blow up your Kindle?
||||||||| 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: is she stacked EW?
General Dysfunction: moonbunny?
Beet: lol Moose
General Dysfunction: dah dah dee dum dum
EWeston: Yes, its where we keep the furnature polish
Principalpoop: farenheight 4551, melting point of cds
||||||||| Glen steps in at 10:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Beet: BTW hello NSA guy
DJTween: Hi Glen, porgy
Glen: YO
Nabby: hey Glen
Principalpoop: and all the packet sniffers at sea
EWeston: Well got a whole shipping container of furnatur polish du to a simple mistake
DJTween: lol P
||||||||| Outside, the 10:17 PM crosstown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Chatto coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: how rude! offer him some opium eyes
DJTween: Hi Chatto
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
Principalpoop: you liked that tween? prevert
Nabby: Caw caw
Glen: did I miss the EOBE?
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: the snake, follow the snake
General Dysfunction: it's always a simple mistake
||||||||| 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: Yes,but it'll replay
DJTween: Yeah, that started playing around 9pm EST
General Dysfunction: no snappy remarks about the hairnets
Chatto : hello is this the mensterbation forum?
EWeston: Yah complex mistakes get all the good press
Moose: Do they do a different broadcast every week?
DJTween: Get here around 8:45pm for the warm up music and to be sure you're well connected to the stream
Principalpoop: I was dreaming I was awake, and then I woke up and found I was asleep
Moose: (You can tell I'm a newbie)
Glen: Fishbag hairnet!
EWeston: No its the Munster Banton sckool
Nabby: Different featured material every week
Chatto : that damn butterfly
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: i get hallucinations oh those hairnets
DJTween: We hope all the newcomers will make themselves regulars :-)
shoes for the dead: ya Moose they will all play at some time
Glen: Gotta run. Cops at the door!
Moose: I've heard abour four altogether.
Principalpoop: yes moose, generally an album first and then some collected item
EWeston: Give them a kiss
General Dysfunction: its always the cops
Principalpoop: cheese it the cops glen
Cat: hi cpos
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: I'm playing all the albums in order of release date, along with some older material like this
shoes for the dead: Cop me a feel
Chatto : don't worry about them they are whit with foam
Cat: cops
General Dysfunction: chops
||||||||| Catherwood enters with koyemsi close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 10:21 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the vestibule.
Moose: I have the Georgie TIrebiter song stuck in my mind
EWeston: Don't taze me bro
Principalpoop: i'm gonna turn in my badge
Nabby: Funny foam?
shoes for the dead: cheops
Principalpoop: he is a spy and a girl delighter afterall
Chatto : an I for an I leaves the whole world blnd
EWeston: Gunna burn my uniform
Rufus_T_Firetween: Proctor & Bergman's "Power" next week, and "Give Us A Break" whever Phil P lets me know he wants to show up
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: no 2 taze
Moose: Just a student like you.
DJTween: Hi Koy
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
Beet: Firesign in Nam. Cool.
EWeston: Slukes
Nabby: Clari*squeak!*
Chatto : the little white dog says hi
EWeston: An slucks too
Nabby: arf she said
EWeston: Final try sulks
Principalpoop: the quick brown fox jumps over the sleeping little white dog who says hi
General Dysfunction: ruff
Chatto : etaoin surely
Dexter Fong: skulks
Dexter Fong: skulls
Dexter Fong: sculls
Moose: how can you be two places at once when you're not anywhere at all?
Principalpoop: no sulking, skulking is perfectly fine
Cat: this is so good
shoes for the dead: Good pome snap snap
Dexter Fong: sluice
General Dysfunction: since then i've been harmless
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from the yaws
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: Skulkookians
Nabby: Steve the cat says hi
Chatto : shrdlu and don't call me surly
Cat: i can feel my brain expanding
Moose: All hail Marx and Lennon
Principalpoop: oh nicky nick nick
Nabby: hail!
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: Lucy the cat says hi
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Onyx the cat says ZZZzzzzzzz
Beet: Groucho and John
shoes for the dead: inner insolence
EWeston: Bert and Fred
Chatto : she idolizes nyan dog
General Dysfunction: it is late for catz
Principalpoop: cyan, just say red and be done with it
Nabby: Brain expansion may result in moderate outfreakage be careful
EWeston: Let it rise naturally
Nabby: Let it rise
Chatto : phooey cat says "I quit"
shoes for the dead: then knead
Beet: It's the yeast you can do
||||||||| 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."
General Dysfunction: fruitfully rising
EWeston: Quick hire that cat
Principalpoop: give my knees to the needy
koyemsi: the power's coming up through the table
EWeston: I'm here, standing on three legs, The fourth one fell off
shoes for the dead: give my naughts to the naughty
Nabby: how many knees would the needy need if....?
Principalpoop: put your afflicted part on the screen and let the power of FST heal you
Chatto : Latin fort ail is penis
General Dysfunction: indelible, infallible doddering on
koyemsi: invaluable
Chatto : Rasputin is fort ale
Principalpoop: hehe he said penis hehe
Nabby: lol GD
Nabby: you can't penis online anymore
Cat: every thing is a penis
Nabby: say
General Dysfunction: i would never say penis
Principalpoop: doddering, almost like dawdling, but not quite
Nabby: I think that was a Freudian slip
EWeston: But you can Benghazi everywhere
Beet: Getting the shaft
Moose: Doddering better than drooling
Chatto : hehe yeh yeh indeluvial effluvial applesauce
Cat: ossman's poet voice is awsome
General Dysfunction: dawrdling?
Principalpoop: I hear the word vagina on tv a lot now, hehe I said vagina hehe
Nabby: yes it's a technical term GD
DJTween: It is, Cat
Principalpoop: dawdle, you don't dawdle?
Chatto : "he is the man who takes notes"
EWeston: Someone needs a lip job
Nabby: yepsk Cat
General Dysfunction: he he
DJTween: I could imagine him doing coffee house beat stuff
||||||||| 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'
shoes for the dead: snap snap. DJT
Nabby: Beat St. Jack...wait a sec ; )
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** If you're on Facebook, you can Like the Firesign Fan Page here >> https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208 - and if you’re on Twitter and would like to get Firesign tweets, follow @FiresignNews
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: love this place, i'm laughing forever
EWeston: Phil, hate to see you die twice in one night, your fading
Nabby: Like & Tweet
DJTween: :)
Principalpoop: seriously? lol
Chatto : as soon as I sheath my tail, this will be over
Dexter Fong: Rufus: Can't I like the FST from my present location?
shoes for the dead: this live studio one is great
General Dysfunction: might as well sit down on the dog
DJTween: 24/7, Dex
Cat: the lads need more fans
Nabby: Who's Fletcher?
koyemsi: is that like hopping in your wife?
Principalpoop: like old carson monologues, even the bad ones are good
Dexter Fong: 10/4 Tween
Chatto : oh it helps
Cat: people buying their stuff
Nabby: Oh don't be Koy
Principalpoop: 54 40 or fight
EWeston: Trying to get all the words on the Not Unsane version was challanging
General Dysfunction: thump and run!
shoes for the dead: ike yourselves!
Chatto : we should kidnap craig ferguson
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** NEW 24/7 FIRESIGN THEATRE RADIO STATION!! ** http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
General Dysfunction: they won't leet me
shoes for the dead: yuppers EW
koyemsi: i can't get the streaming to work, what part of the episode are we at?
Nabby: side 5
||||||||| Moose leaves at 10:34 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..."
EWeston: Don't let Dr, Dog hear about the stuffed dogs
damned kudzu: it's over...
Principalpoop: tween already took the link down
Dexter Fong: koy: The ending unfortunately
Nabby: ; )
Beet: This was a fun night. Thanks for dropping in, Phil. Thanks Tween. Nite all.
Chatto : 31!+3
Chatto : she has paws on
Cat: thanks again, tween
Merlyn: and thanks to you, Tweeny
Dexter Fong: Thanks tween
EWeston: Bah bye Beet
Nabby: Thank you Merl & Tweet, er, Tween!
Merlyn: and hey Phil
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween and Merlyn!!!!
Chatto : be well
koyemsi: boo. i always forget about the firesign chat until it's almost over
damned kudzu: but that would be illegal
Nabby: Night PA and every1
Chatto : got mewling?
Principalpoop: thank you tween, yes M, you fong, cat beet nabby, ew, gosh too many good week all
koyemsi: hi phil, if you're still here
Merlyn: night all
Nabby: Got a buzzzz
EWeston: Good show, good looking rabble too, buye all
||||||||| Merlyn leaves at 10:36 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..."
DJTween: Good to see you, Phil
Principalpoop: ciaooo
||||||||| 10:36 PM -- Principalpoop left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
damned kudzu: sect change
Dexter Fong: Night Merlyn and thanks
||||||||| EWeston rushes off, saying "10:36 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Dexter Fong: Later poop
Chatto : 10 little Indians game is seriously depressing
Chatto : be well all of thee
||||||||| EWeston sneaks in around 10:36 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
EWeston: Don't let Dr, Dog hear about the stuffed dogs
General Dysfunction: hate to let it go, wonderful evening, happy trails to all'
Dexter Fong: Night General
||||||||| At 10:37 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Rufus_T_Firetween!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween rushes off, saying "10:37 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Dexter Fong: Night Tweeny
||||||||| koyemsi departs at 10:38 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Chatto : Daria points her finger: woof!
Chatto : glad I caught y'all
||||||||| "10:39 PM? I'm late!" exclaims General Dysfunction, who then rushes out through the french doors and down through the flowerbeds.
Dexter Fong: See anybody next week
||||||||| Dexter Fong departs at 10:39 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
Cat: yes dex. at least somebody
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| P.austin - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| porgy - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Glen - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Chatto : I am gonna refresh my repartee with solo projects
Chatto : add the captain tripps
Cat: off we go
||||||||| Cat leaves at 10:41 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..."
Chatto : ay I must walk that little white dog
||||||||| At 10:41 PM, Chatto vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from The Plague
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| damned kudzu - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Hawkmoth_Fan - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice
||||||||| EWeston - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| 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 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lucien - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| 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..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| 12:11 AM: Governor Slugwell jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past year and a half!"
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from the common cold
||||||||| 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
''Bob''
boringlarry
Cat
Cease
Chatto
damned kudzu
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dr. Carlo Dog
elpoptart
EWeston
P.austin
General Dysfunction
Glen
Jubal
koyemsi
Lucien
Merlyn
Moose
Mudhead
Nabby
Nino
P.austin
Pico & Alvarado
pinknyte
Porgy
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
uhClem
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/index.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=eobe-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fitheatorbee.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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