A Firesign Chat
03/06/2014




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 March 06, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| "7:49 AM? 7:49 AM!!" says Catherwood, "RedPillTweeny should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as RedPillTweeny enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 8:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies DJTween into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 6:30 PM, then departs.
||||||||| 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 rushes off, saying "6:30 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'Captain Equinox', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 7:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos! I'm back from the Shadows again!
||||||||| 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 DJTween falls out at 8:11 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Rufus_T_Firetween', just granted probation at 8:11 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi Captian
DJTween: Music will start a little after 8:40 EST
Captain Equinox: Howdy' back again.
||||||||| 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 - you can join the streams now (no audio yet) 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 sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Mudhead', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:31 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Buford T Bushrod', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:32 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Mudhead: Hello Dear Friends!
Captain Equinox: Hey, Mud
||||||||| Catherwood escorts dude into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:33 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Governor Slugwell inside, makes a note of the time (8:34 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTween: Hey Mudhead
Mudhead: Tunes soon Tweeny?
DJTween: Hi Buford, Dude, Gov
DJTween: little over 5 minutes
Governor Slugwell: Cue the Organist.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:36 PM and Stlouielou bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: at his organ again?
DJTween: one of my synths :)
Captain Equinox: Always
DJTween: Hi lou
Mudhead: Well, If I was so well endowed I'd play with myself also
Stlouielou: Ola Amigos!
Mudhead: Ola lou
dude: I've got an organ grinder in the car.. wait here
Mudhead: therrs a song there somewhere
Mudhead: Ol La Lou, Oh la lou!
Captain Equinox: If it's attached to you and reaches to her, it's big enough.
DJTween: lol
||||||||| Catherwood leads Hagerine in through the front door at 8:39 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Stlouielou: Ugg no audio
DJTween: Hi Hager
DJTween: in just a minute, lou
DJTween: I put the streams up early so people can get connected
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: Lots of Creedence coming your way
DJTween: Right now...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Creedence Clearwater Revival) - 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)'
Captain Equinox: Got it!
Mudhead: Poco! Angry Eyes!
DJTween: It's not Poco
DJTween: That's "Crazy Eyes"
Mudhead: play that next
DJTween: and I takes requests at my Sunday show, Mud ;)
DJTween: can't here because it's all timed out
Stlouielou: loud and clear
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:45 PM and Smitty sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: Show up at www.dishnuts.net on Sundays between 6-8pm EST for Radio Free Roadkill, and I'll play almost anything you like :-)
DJTween: Hi Smitty
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:47 PM, dragging wall of science by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
||||||||| Catherwood leads llanwydd into the room, accepts a wooden nickel as a gratuity, mumbles something about 8:48 PM, then departs.
wall of science: howdy folks
llanwydd: let's see if I can come in here tonight without being harassed by a couple of douchebags
||||||||| 8:49 PM: Dexter Fong jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| 8:49 PM: Beet jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Beet: Evenin' folks. Still cold in the mountains but no snow.
Mudhead: why llan you do or dont want to be harassed?
llanwydd: hey beet!
Mudhead: who's harassing you?
llanwydd: hey muddy
Mudhead: I say its a boot to their head!
llanwydd: lol
Dexter Fong: Hey llan, what you been up to?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Hubcity in through the front door at 8:50 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: Some nice Suzie Q to warm things up.
llanwydd: hey HC
DJTween: Hi Hubcity
DJTween: Hey Llan :)
llanwydd: Suzie Q? who's she?
Hubcity: Just getting all connected up here...
llanwydd: Hey Tween
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood pipes up: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's General Dysfunction, just back from Billville."
DJTween: Hi General
Beet: Fogerty's voice doesn't sound much different today. Some people don't age.
Hubcity: Alrighty, got Susie Q coming out the speakers. Life is good.
General Dysfunction: Hello, happy to be
DJTween: :)
llanwydd: Hi General D. I'm Colonel O'Corn
Beet: Hey, G. D.
General Dysfunction: hello all, so glad to be
Beet: It ain't me too.
DJTween: happy to be anywhere?
llanwydd: keep it sweet, beet
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:54 PM, dragging EWeston by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Hubcity: It never was me, I swear. But some day...
General Dysfunction: and there too
Beet: I'll pluck you five ways
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Principalpoop close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: Hey pooop
General Dysfunction: and I salute the colonel
Beet: Hey, Poop
EWeston: Yow Tweeny, pooper and y'all
||||||||| 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!"
Mudhead: hostile crew here tonight
Principalpoop: aghabah
General Dysfunction: hey E
Beet: Yo EW
Principalpoop: rain been coming down
General Dysfunction: still I wonder
Beet: This is timeless stuff
EWeston: Fun on the bass
Principalpoop: i ain't no senators son, looking out my backdoor
Hubcity: So did they ever use this incredibly great line I just picked up off one of the Jack Poet commercials on a record? "So please help, before 'help' doesn't make any more sense to anyone anymore!"
EWeston: Whose back door are you looking out of?
Beet: That is a great line. I laughed
Principalpoop: the eagles
DJTween: You mean on an album, Hubcity? Maybe in a radio show
General Dysfunction: I see a porch, and a back door
llanwydd: where is this jack poet commercial from, HC?
Hubcity: There's more: "I get my car fixed at Jack Poet Volkswagen every morning before I come to work! Wanna know how to get here? Just follow me!"
EWeston: This completes our NSA sponsered vision test, ank you.
General Dysfunction: i follow
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: lol EW
llanwydd: lol
Captain Equinox: That's why it's yellow!
Beet: Weekly hello to the NSA guy
Principalpoop: eat 'em up yum
Hubcity: llanwydd: there's ten minutes of 'em at https://archive.org/details/Firesign_Theatre_Podcasting_003
llanwydd: well, we have a general and a captain in our crew
llanwydd: thanks for the link, hub
General Dysfunction: at ease, troops
Captain Equinox: Doesn't the FCC listen in anymore?
Beet: As you were
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 06, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Captain Equinox: At EASE, Mens!
General Dysfunction: oh, as I will soon be
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
EWeston: Memes remain at parade rest
Hubcity: "When a big hairy guy like me gets thirsty, I like to wrap my lips around a tall, cool, edible bottle of country Bear Whiz Beer..."
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: "as you were" is military slang for "you missed the boat, sarge"
Principalpoop: coke and smoke
llanwydd: I would have rather said You missed the boat" than "as you were, sir"
General Dysfunction: if I was stoned in the 60's, ha
Hubcity: I was not stoned in the 60's. Rocks were thrown in other directions.
Beet: . . . if you got 'em
Hubcity: (As the 70's dawned, I was 5.)
Principalpoop: like a rolling stone, fbi, max busby
EWeston: The navy introduced me on a date in Thialand
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Cat close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the sitting room.
Captain Equinox: I was stoned from the early 70's on...
||||||||| 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 shoes for the dead gets out at 9:03 PM.
DJTween: Hi Cat
Dexter Fong: Hi Cat
EWeston: S' cat
General Dysfunction: lord, i am old older
Dexter Fong: Hey shoes
llanwydd: I think I started in 73
shoes for the dead: Howdy Dear Friends!
Principalpoop: the pink panther music plays as cat enters...
EWeston: And the shoeman
Beet: Greetings Cat
DJTween: Hi shoes
Beet: Hi Shoes
Hubcity: However, I remember being caught in the traffic caused by Woodstock. It was on the TV and everything.
llanwydd: Hey Cat. didn't see you come in
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Merlyn coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTween: Cool that you were at Woodstock :)
llanwydd: Hi Merl
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Principalpoop: down on your knees, for M
||||||||| 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."
Merlyn: at least Hellmouth sounds warm...
Beet: Merl!
shoes for the dead: Hey Merlyn
General Dysfunction: the cross is made of gold, you got any?
Hubcity: Not "at" - jus caught in the traffinc "because of".
EWeston: I got rained on at Sky River
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY” - 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/fithbeoffith.html'
Cat: Hi folks
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Bightrethighrehighre in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Cat: Better than low folks
General Dysfunction: my sister got arrested at sky river, bless her heart
Bightrethighrehighre: ! ! ! ! **** H O L D **** IT **** RIGHT **** THERE **** ! ! ! !
DJTween: "Come on, Cisco..."
llanwydd: I used to have shoes for industry on cassette. cassettes don't last very long
shoes for the dead: I tried to find Crimea River on the map
Cat: the cisco kid, he was a friend of war
Bightrethighrehighre: (o k, now hold it over there ----> )
DJTween: Hi Bight
EWeston: That's trippy security was an outlaw motorcycle gang
Beet: where/what is Sky River?
Hubcity: Got "Don't Crush That Dwarf" on vinyl...
DJTween: Hells Angels?
llanwydd: with the poster, HC?
General Dysfunction: youngbloods, pnw what fun
Cat: with the pics, hub?
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Kern inside, makes a note of the time (9:06 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
llanwydd: I had the poster on my wall for a long time
Bightrethighrehighre: "yo" Tween!! been a while....
Cat: hi llan
llanwydd: Hey Kern
Cat: havent seen you here in a while
EWeston: A smaller multiday musical festivale. In SW Washington. Hunter ST mentions it in F&L in Los Vegas
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Lucien close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:07 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
llanwydd: I was here a couple of weeks ago
Kern: Hello!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dr. Pickle into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:07 PM, then departs.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
shoes for the dead: one dead from the avalanche, Tween
Cat: welcome, new comers
Kern: I just stumbled on this. Having flashbacks.
DJTween: Hi Kern, Lucien, Pickle
llanwydd: Howdy Pickle
Hubcity: The poster had been acquired bu the person who then sold the record...
Cat: coming, mothers
Beet: Thanks EW
Principalpoop: we respect you savages, sign here
Hubcity: I have the de-postered version.
Dexter Fong: llan: I think cat means a long time in general
llanwydd: aha
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:08 PM and AlanW bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
DJTween: shoes?
DJTween: Hi Alan
Cat: thakns, dex.
shoes for the dead: yep
General Dysfunction: long time in general, ha
llanwydd: then you didn't see the funny pictures
Dexter Fong: no problemo
Cat: alan wats? back from the dead? what a good buddhist.
DJTween: Watts that?
Cat: Watts for dinner? Electric chicken?
Dr. Pickle: You are so kind, Mister and Misty
Dexter Fong: watts is ohm?
Cat: on the range
shoes for the dead: watt is reality
EWeston: Atmospheric phenomina, or dry cleaning bags filled with swamp gas
||||||||| 9:09 PM: Ralph jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
Principalpoop: play misty for me, put on this wig and dress
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Smitty - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Governor Slugwell - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: dance
DJTween: One of these days, I'm going to figure out what Bightrethighrehighre's nick is all about
Cat: i may have seen star wars on payote
DJTween: Hey P
DJTween: Hi Ralph
Ralph: Hello, friends....
EWeston: The Marlylin look is growing old Pooper?
Principalpoop: you too tweeny, more snow tonight in roanoke tonight maybe
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Stlouielou', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:10 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Cat: merlyn was born old. he just keeps getting younger
llanwydd: that reminds me, cat, the first time I saw Star Wars I smoked a joint in the theatre
||||||||| Outside, the 9:11 PM uptown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving Poetry Man coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: ST!
DJTween: wb lou
Cat: hi st.
llanwydd: only time I've ever done that
||||||||| Chick Lambert fades in and says: "I have no idea who this Friedstein Theatre is, but they 're honing in on my territory over at Duke of Madness Motors. Give 'em the what for, Storm!" "RUFF! RUFF!"
General Dysfunction: big sound, then what's left
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Stlouielou: Thanks having troubles here tonight
Principalpoop: how many times can I hear happy birthday principlepoop?
llanwydd: sorry to hear it lou. what sort of troubles?
shoes for the dead: once
Stlouielou: no audio for one
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:12 PM, then departs.
EWeston: That's a job for a good philosophere Pooer, if you can find one.
shoes for the dead: how can I know what you hear?
Cat: i smoked up in the can at a long vanished theatre showing the dylan flick, renaldo and clara. amazingly bad. only joint made it vaguely watchable
DJTween: Hi Bark
General Dysfunction: bark
Mr. Bark Bark: Bark Bark!
DJTween: The audio feeds are good as far as I know, Lou
Principalpoop: hear hear
Cat: good doggie
llanwydd: I heard that's a lousy film, cat
DJTween: anyone else having issues?
Ralph: YEs
Principalpoop: you need tissues?
General Dysfunction: I'm good all the way round
shoes for the dead: Duenge feaver in Fiji now
Principalpoop: jaundice it is
Hubcity: (Just looked at my vinyl. How the hell do I have three copies of "Dont' Crush That Dwarf"? One's a promo copy. Sheesh.)
Stlouielou: and the room kept locking up...I have audio now
DJTween: the 128k feed is good, I just checked it on another computer
Cat: stuninningly bad, even good dope will only make it unatatal.
Beet: Do the locals reflect on Monsanto being headquartered in St Louis, StlouieLou?
llanwydd: lol
EWeston: I looked round, but nobady saw me
DJTween: 16k looks good at the server
Cat: they do a good version of the cat fish song though.
Ralph: 'a curious hum is all I can hear so far
Stlouielou: they all love the jobs...and don't think about the results
Mr. Bark Bark: I'm from St. Louis. Monsanto has a lovely campus, befitting an international crime syndicate.
Cat: good dope will make it not kill you. do not watch
||||||||| 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!"
Hubcity: listening to 128k. Sounds good.
Cat: hi hub
Ralph: yes good now thanks
||||||||| Tomb With A View steals in around 9:14 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Stlouielou: yeah I'm good now got two ccr songs then death
Ralph: also watching baseball and drinking beer
Beet: OpTalk
llanwydd: I could watch nearly anything with Dylan but I read somewhere that film is over four hours long
Cat: we are attracting a lot of new folks tonight
Cat: baseball, eh
Principalpoop: ahh st louis, the windy, no, big apple, noo, city of angels, no, emerald, noo, hell I don't know
General Dysfunction: buc cauck
DJTween: Hi Tonb
Cat: vin scully as important to my brain as firesign on la radio
Stlouielou: lots of murders though
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Hubcity: Hearing a "cock teaser at roosterrama".
shoes for the dead: chicken straightener
Ralph: What a fight!
Principalpoop: ahh ok, st. louis, missouri, but lots of murders though hehe
Cat: is that what we're listening to, tween?
EWeston: We're in sync. What went wrong?
Ralph: bear with me
Mr. Bark Bark: Still in the stocks, with Angela Davis...
General Dysfunction: don't hate bear,
DJTween: That's what it says in the banner, Cat :-)
EWeston: With Cotton Mather
Cat: you folks remember angela?
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'porgie', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:17 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
Principalpoop: all those black panthers are grey panthers now
EWeston: I remember her afro
shoes for the dead: yuppers cat
llanwydd: I remember angela davis
DJTween: This is the Best Of Firesign (Pt 1)
Dr. Pickle: Where am 1 anyway?
llanwydd: she was big news in the early 70s
DJTween: I'll play Part 2 next week
Mr. Bark Bark: And we're not afraid of it.
General Dysfunction: bill and dill come on down
EWeston: Where do you want to be.
Ralph: doesn't get much better than that
Cat: there is no such thing as the best of firesign.
DJTween: Hey Porgie
Principalpoop: the black patti hurst?
Cat: breast, maybe
Ralph: Venus envy
DJTween: lol
DJTween: you're in a mood this evening :)
Cat: hi poop
Beet: Stuck Pig Strength.
llanwydd: Forward Into the Past was supposed to be the "best of"
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
General Dysfunction: so happy Ralph Spoilsport
Ralph: Wire wheel spoke fenders!
llanwydd: it was more like "accessable to the uninitiated"
||||||||| 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!"
Mr. Bark Bark: No, no, that's Agnes Morehead.
Principalpoop: sampler rather best
General Dysfunction: gee whiz
Cat: always a good idea, bark
||||||||| 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!"
Tomb With A View: Gee whiz!
Beet: What happened to his nose?
llanwydd: Moorehead, I think is the spelling
Ralph: The special oxygen danger indicator level...
shoes for the dead: Duluth? you can get Tierra Del Fuego!!!!
EWeston: Tremendous biceps on Agnes
Mr. Bark Bark: He's just returned from Rome.
Cat: his nose IS Tierra Del Fuego
General Dysfunction: steve reeves
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, it's not like she was in Citizen Kane, or anything (an inside joke from her biography.
Tomb With A View: Look at that blue horse
Ralph: Look at that blue horse...
Principalpoop: reality was irretrievable altered when they replaced darren on betwitch
Cat: I'm gonna go inside her biography later
EWeston: And was finished off by My Mother the Car
Stlouielou: My two Dicks york and Sargent
Mr. Bark Bark: But now my car talks to me!
General Dysfunction: hop in your wife
Beet: As long as Elizabeth was there I ws happy. I had a big crush on her.
Merlyn: and they didn't even take advantage of Darrin changing
EWeston: Does it nag you?
wall of science: nice tone!
llanwydd: my mother the car was stupid as hell
shoes for the dead: the magic bowl movement
Mr. Bark Bark: Let's see what kind of climate I can get on this thing...
Principalpoop: did you like her or her hippie cousin?
Cat: llan, tv is now and has always been stupid
shoes for the dead: stir that hash
Ralph: The Magic Bowl Movement from the symphony in C minus, by Wolfgang Amadeus Majeski
Beet: Ralph was everywhere
Cat: how else could it sell products?
EWeston: A pennultimate moment in programming desicsion making
General Dysfunction: oh lydia
llanwydd: I didn't notice that, cat. probably because I don't watch prime time
Principalpoop: what? what?
Tomb With A View: What has happened to your nose!
||||||||| Buford T Bushrod says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Buford T Bushrod exits at 9:22 PM.
Cat: beet, you mean ralph williams?
llanwydd: except Jeopardy
Mr. Bark Bark: At least now it's stupid AND violent.
shoes for the dead: osiris!
Ralph: Oh how can you be......
Beet: Yes
General Dysfunction: how can you be
Cat: i'll tell you a story about him
Hubcity: Just following along with my copy of "Shoes For Industry"...y'know, seriously, boy, do I have a lot of this stuff...
Mr. Bark Bark: If you lived here, you'd e home by now!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
wall of science: fk the freeway
General Dysfunction: happy valley condoms
Principalpoop: at allll, de dum dum
Tomb With A View: entering freeway
Hubcity: I expect I'm among fellow bozos.
Beet: I'm from Houston and he had a big dealership there.
||||||||| 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."
Mr. Bark Bark: Shallow valley, isn't it?
Principalpoop: easy access
Cat: one of my high school friends bought a car from ralph. the car broke down as he was driving it out of ralph's lot
EWeston: We was small hairy people
llanwydd: I think the bozos of the 70s have broken into subcultures
shoes for the dead: and sometimes Bozoettes, Hub
General Dysfunction: antelope freeway north?
Mr. Bark Bark: Shadow!
DJTween: Cat's father actually had a car dealership
Tomb With A View: less traffic
Merlyn: Here's the weirdest Bewitched joke I know:
Merlyn:
Merlyn: Bob Newhart as "Dick Loudon" on Newhart (where he's the innkeeper) has a nightmare that he tells his wife about.
Merlyn: "Last night I dreamt that Elizabeth Montgomery, and Dick York, AND Dick Sergent walk into the lobby, and Elizabeth says 'Hi, I'm Samantha, and this is my husband Darrin, and this is my other husband Darrin'".
Principalpoop: clean up armenia
llanwydd: oh, yes. in yorktown
Tomb With A View: climate control, hmmmm
Beet: Did he do commercials with a dog on the hood?
Hubcity: I tend to think of "bozo" as gender neutral, but it does end in an "o", I suppose...
Principalpoop: LOL M
General Dysfunction: tropical paradise
Cat: yes, was ralph's competitor. his lot was called Wray Brothers Ford on Van Nuys
General Dysfunction: what a groove
Ralph: 1/512th
Tomb With A View: What a groove
Mr. Bark Bark: Winter Wonderland?
General Dysfunction: there's an echo in here
llanwydd: oh, van nuys. I have a friend who just moved back to vermont from there
Cat: my dad not a wray but bought it from the bros and kept the name
Principalpoop: famous darrens, get a knife
Tomb With A View: there's an echo in here
Ralph: what's all this brouhaha
shoes for the dead: Cat Link Wray work there/
Mr. Bark Bark: Well of course you can, Mr. "Smith!"
Stlouielou: home of the ghost goat
EWeston: 1/1024th, and...you missed it.
Mr. Bark Bark: Do you like horses??
General Dysfunction: and he's not ed
General Dysfunction: if you get my drift
Tomb With A View: if you get my drift...
Beet: I missed exits when I was stoned too
Principalpoop: hit it jimmy
Mr. Bark Bark: Ask the cop in the woodshed.
Tomb With A View: You bet, Beet
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Principalpoop: i was born, an american
General Dysfunction: armenia
Mr. Bark Bark: Nairobi, ma'am. Isn't everyone?
General Dysfunction: tell it like it was
Principalpoop: tell it like it was
Tomb With A View: Gimmee that guitar
EWeston: Where's the Norman Chubbynuckle Chior, when you need them?
Cat: i was born a canadian. still wreak of ice
llanwydd: ...when the sun...goes...down!
Mr. Bark Bark: And the St. Louis Aquarium Choir
Lucien: This is my favorite of their albums.
shoes for the dead: Hi Nsa Guy!
Captain Equinox: Mousers!
Ralph: It wasn't always like that
Cat: bark, that may well be my favourite firesign line
Principalpoop: oh it has an aquarium choir, that is right
Cat: at least that idea
Dexter Fong: Mausers
EWeston: I think they were on Dueling Chour's last week. Still recovering?
General Dysfunction: and the law
Mr. Bark Bark: Used to. Killed each other.
Principalpoop: geese from the neighbors backyard
General Dysfunction: you the little guy
Mr. Bark Bark: Boom-boom.
Beet: ROCKefeller
Ralph: rock-e-feller.....
Dexter Fong: Plastic Flamingos from the neitghbors front yard
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: that's one stoned rock
General Dysfunction: one shining steel rail
Principalpoop: and gumbys too, sigh
General Dysfunction: mr armchair genral
EWeston: Must have one fully packed garage
Hubcity: There is SO MUCH subversion in this skit...
Principalpoop: the milkman white with foam
llanwydd: subversion?
Tomb With A View: Ask him!
Cat: hub, there is always a need for subversion.
llanwydd: what was the original version?
wall of science: well that took a turn
General Dysfunction: that
General Dysfunction: that's america buddy
EWeston: Mr Policeman, what makes America Great?
Cat: hoover conisdered the firesing the number one threat to america. only to its smart people
Principalpoop: who am us?
Cat: fuck america, weston. i loathe the country
EWeston: Testing may be needed
Mr. Bark Bark: That's why I live in the city.
General Dysfunction: 1829 give me them or i'm going over ther
llanwydd: except for las vegas, hey cat?
DJTween: He's an Ex-Pat Cat
Cat: lol bark
wall of science: pink floyd?
Ralph: in the midst of an ever-deepening sense of prosperity.....
EWeston: We lead the world in loathsome
Ralph: Sig Freud
Beet: I definitely loathe what it seems to be becoming
Mr. Bark Bark: And the army.
Cat: yes llan
||||||||| 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!"
Tomb With A View: those dark days....
Cat: i actually love los vegas. odd
General Dysfunction: you aint got no friends on the right
Mr. Bark Bark: Weird.
shoes for the dead: Le Chat Canadienne
||||||||| Glen sneaks in around 9:33 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Principalpoop: thata boy
Dexter Fong remebers when Cat despised Vegas =))
Cat: gen, people with frines on theri right tend not to be here
Tomb With A View: Knock, knock, knocking
Mudhead: i love vegas too cat, even
Hubcity: I'm in New Jersey. In the summer, there's Canadians as far as the eye can see.
Mr. Bark Bark: Ever since Anio you've been acting like a real--
Principalpoop: poontang
Ralph: Spreak Engrish troop!
Principalpoop: coontown
||||||||| 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."
Beet: amazing
Tomb With A View: chinchillas!
Cat: dex, i still find gambling an outside of reality acitivity. what are those folks doing at those slot machines/ strikes me as outside of known reality
Ralph: squeeze the wheeze
Beet: This is one of the great adlibs
Hubcity: They're in their own space, those slot machine players...
General Dysfunction: dig a little hole
Cat: but the food experiences i've had in vegas eqaute to what i've enjoyed from firesign.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Ok, but it's those gamblin' folks what make your foodie emporium possible
Mudhead: its mindless machine/man interaction, kinda mindless loop
EWeston: There's one crawling up my leg!
Cat: a new reaity dawns
shoes for the dead: Remember, the March 4th League of wing voters meets this Saturday
Cat: of course, dex.
shoes for the dead: March 8th i mean..
Glen: The SFX in this piece are amazing. Squeak toys? Or maybe those little animal noise toys that you turn over and they moo or something with a tiny little bellows inside.
wall of science: damn
Cat: just watched Looper. kind of bad philip k dick
Hubcity: "If you have kids, like I know I have..."
Mr. Bark Bark: Yikes...
Cat: glen banks?
Cat: i had a kid once.
EWeston: Sound effects for fans are improtant, mine is a penguin
Dexter Fong: glen dale?
Glen: Yes. Sad, ain't it?
Tomb With A View: nick danger!
Mr. Bark Bark: Regnad Kcin
Hubcity: "Ow, my nose!"
llanwydd: interesting. what does a penguin sound like?
Captain Equinox: Hi Uncle Glen!
Mr. Bark Bark: Usually another penguin sound.
Glen: YO, kids!
EWeston: He's a classic squeeky toy in rubber
General Dysfunction: what?
Captain Equinox: I'm really Charlie Mayer
Mr. Bark Bark: Hey, dad!
Hubcity: "I' spell my name...Regnad." (Case of the missing yolk...)
llanwydd: lol
Principalpoop: short in the can
Glen: Theme song taken from a W.C. Fields film- Million Dollar Legs
Tomb With A View: 666
Mr. Bark Bark: Get on it, and do it every day.
Cat: http://moniqueishikawa.com/
General Dysfunction: uh oh
Principalpoop: pinioned under the couch
EWeston: 661-669, the nieghborhood of the Beast
Tomb With A View: Rocky Rococo
Ralph: at your cervix
Mr. Bark Bark: In your eyes, Lt. Bradshaw.
Tomb With A View: at your cervix
shoes for the dead: kaf kaf
Principalpoop: not to melanie haber
Glen: Worthleth
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| porgie - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Bightrethighrehighre - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Dr. Pickle - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: audrey farber
Principalpoop: susan underhill
Mr. Bark Bark: These women's names are all used by the Rancilio coffee grinder people.
shoes for the dead: om mani padme sigma
||||||||| "9:41 PM? 9:41 PM!!" says Catherwood, "sound effects man should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as sound effects man enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Mr. Bark Bark: You haven't lost that delicate sense of humor, Nancy, have you?
DJTween: Hi SF Man
Principalpoop: she is already married to the ancient rococo
Cat: what a sound. what an effecft
EWeston: Check you duck at the door, please.
Tomb With A View: Whaaaat?
Glen: Are you T.H.E. Cat?
||||||||| 9:41 PM: Chatto 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!"
EWeston: You call that a duck?
llanwydd: we can't talk here
Mr. Bark Bark: LOL
DJTween: Hi Chatto
||||||||| Bunnyboy waltzes in at 9:42 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Chatto: Me iao!
Bunnyboy: Ed Oh.
Tomb With A View: In your eyes...
DJTween: Hey Bunny
Dexter Fong: Hey Bunny
EWeston: Hey Bunnai
llanwydd: hey bunnyboy
Mr. Bark Bark: And no Jewish writers!
Chatto: Catto?
Principalpoop: hip hop bunnyboy
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “SHOES FOR INDUSTRY: THE BEST OF THE FIRESIGN THEATRE” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
Glen: The confusion of Authority Figures was a recurring theme.
Bunnyboy: Hey Pop!
Principalpoop: curry is ok, recurry even better
Mr. Bark Bark: Four hours later...
Cat: http://seemreal.com/
General Dysfunction: here's the key
Tomb With A View: Since the top of the page...
Mr. Bark Bark: If you're so smart, why don't you pick up your cues faster.
llanwydd: only half a key
Chatto: Curry favors!
Principalpoop: brouhaha haha ha
Glen: The butler did it.
Tomb With A View: Brouhaha!
Chatto: One for you and you and you...
EWeston: A wonderflly richly sound effected 3 hours
Cat: I have produced radio plays with the Firesign Theatre. Some of those plays are available at the above address
Hubcity: Cornstarch: a line for the foley artists among us.
General Dysfunction: are those my cues?
Bunnyboy: The RED SHIFT link is broke, cat.
Chatto: Heaping the dart of cupidity, no dear firangs....
EWeston: Grab them before they vanish mysteriously
Principalpoop: speaker tom foley of washington
Cat: Austin starred in 3 of my plays. One of them, Neal Amid, is in my opinion as good as any Firesign work
General Dysfunction: in the aviary stuffing trees
Mr. Bark Bark: All those curves, showing through that flimsy burnoose.
||||||||| Glen is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 9:45 PM.
Cat: no bun not broke. we just cant afford it
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Glen', just granted probation at 9:45 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: radiant
shoes for the dead: I really dig Neal Amid, Cat
Bunnyboy: Awwwww.
EWeston: Iradiant would be, bad
llanwydd: I still listen to Neal Amid occasionally, Cat. It's mindbending.
Cat: bandwidth too expensive for doc tech and me
Ralph: stop slapping meQ
General Dysfunction: tom foley?
Principalpoop: uradiate?
shoes for the dead: (mebbe Tween will play it again?)
Cat: thanks, llan. when i die, i want written on my tombstone, Cat Simril Ishikwa, author of Neal Amid
EWeston: Only if activated
Mr. Bark Bark: At the wrist and ankles.
Chatto: Part of this repleter breakfast
Tomb With A View: Puttin' the dog, eh?
Hubcity: "You're right, we can't, what should we do?"
Glen: Doggies. If cute can kill, they WILL.
General Dysfunction: catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to General Dysfunction and mumbles "You rang?"
Bunnyboy: "Doggies! Get down!"
Mr. Bark Bark: Through this "sacred" panel???
Principalpoop: what's the scoop?
General Dysfunction: nickynicknicknick
EWeston: I thought the iconoclasts got them all
Tomb With A View: Whaaaat?
Cat: is the firesign itself sacrred?
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Mr. Bark Bark: LOL
Chatto: Savwah fare
DJTween: Would you like to hear Neal Amid tonight instead of a Let's Eat episode?
Bunnyboy: These are glory days, for fans of public domain ephemera.
Mr. Bark Bark: As long as they're impaneled.
Glen: a long exposition
Principalpoop: I want to tell you the whole truth. All of it
Cat: i would always like to hear neal amid
Glen: astard-bay!
Chatto: Ask vilad. he's the imapneler
Tomb With A View: I'm sooo tired
Bunnyboy: i.e. archive.org, pubDhub, etc.
EWeston: I'm game, not gamey dispite reports
DJTween: ** Would you like to hear Neal Amid tonight instead of a Let's Eat episode?
Ralph: the whole world is spinning
General Dysfunction: fell right over
DJTween: show of hands?
Beet: The discussion has peaked my interest. I would like to hear Neal Amid
llanwydd: I'd love to hear Neal Amid, tween
Chatto: dizzy schtick
Tomb With A View: She's no fun, she fell right over...
Mr. Bark Bark: Either one, DJT
Cat: austin asked me to write the part for him. which is odd because he was the least interested in the beat lit
Principalpoop: high five
Glen: you mean PIQUED
Chatto: we send champagne
EWeston: Its holding my nose but says ok Tweeny
shoes for the dead: sure Tween
General Dysfunction: ok yes neal amid
Ralph: This is no movie, this is REAL
DJTween: OK, Amid it is :)
Cat: phil proctor and his wife melinda also did a great part
Mr. Bark Bark: The LAST reel.
Beet: That's what I mean
||||||||| "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!"
Glen: I didn't vote
Chatto: i touched the singularity a moment ago dear friends...i buzzed it, or...vice versa
shoes for the dead: You Fuels!
Principalpoop: here it is, taped to his leg
Mr. Bark Bark: We're out of your evil clutches at last!
Bunnyboy: Glen: We're rejoining Russia, and that's it!
Tomb With A View: half a key
Glen: Fair enough.
Hubcity: "Thanks, Rocky!"
EWeston: You ben voter supressed. Congrats
Chatto: break! break!
Mr. Bark Bark: At the last possible moment, he stopped on a dime!
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Koyemsi inside, makes a note of the time (9:51 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Chatto: like a momonet in time
llanwydd: its an interesting approach
DJTween: Hi Koyemsi
Glen: a marmoset in time
Ralph: when you sign a contract you're supposed to keep up the payments.......
Koyemsi: Catherwood, you're in this one
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside Koyemsi and inquires "Would you like something?"
Chatto: impreshured
Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't you see what happened in Half-A-Key-Largo?
Principalpoop: ukraine or russia koyzgen
Tomb With A View: Put down that pickle!
EWeston: That marmoset is wearing a wig. Ringer!
Chatto: meshugmenskaya
Hubcity: (Proctor plays to the rafters!)
Glen: It's all sinkholes and marmosets in here!
General Dysfunction: meh
Chatto: wait it's an iron ferret...
Principalpoop: get me out of these ropes and into a good belt of scotch
EWeston: Eatin big holes in them
General Dysfunction: out for lunch
Chatto: share amiss, chere amis
Glen: Now hold it over here.
EWeston: The rafter diet is weighty
Principalpoop: wee wee
Hubcity: "Citizen, weekend father."
General Dysfunction: knuckles and know how
Cat: a cop who does what?
Chatto: i'll get his attentions by urinating through the small chat line
EWeston: He gets it on!
Koyemsi: A cop who tips, maybe
llanwydd: takes tips, cat
Glen: Fig Bloogle WOOF
Chatto: a real tipper
Glen: That song again
Bunnyboy: "A Quinn Martin Production!"
Glen: JIG not FIG
Chatto: the big one
Ralph: Loosner's Castor Oil flakes, with real glycerine vibrofoam!
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| sound effects man - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Hagerine - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: alec and dean?
EWeston: ITs all clear then
Chatto: martha?
Cat: maybe the rest of you folks are as old as i am, and were as impressded by this album when it first appeared
Hubcity: A funny thing:The radio serials they're parodying here were less old than this sketch is now.
Bunnyboy cues THE FBI theme.
Glen: It's still amazing- if you understand RADIO
General Dysfunction: such a tool
Koyemsi: Oh Nick, you're such a tool!
Mr. Bark Bark: Married to a man 1,000 years old!
llanwydd: I didn't know this album when it first appeared
Chatto: holomancy, really - in the groove and deep
General Dysfunction: stopped on a dime
Cat: it's as far from the 30sw-40s radio it spoofs as we are from it
Glen: You're in the groove, Jackson!
shoes for the dead: I was just thinking about the first time I heard this Cat
Dexter Fong: Solid?
Hubcity: We're further!
Chatto: all wrinkled like arrays in a basin
Principalpoop: wow, the decrepits
Koyemsi: No Buddhist writers!
EWeston: There is a diposit. That'll wash right out!
General Dysfunction: tired of bein mister nice guy
Chatto: i wonder how much of the navy lark was improv
Glen: Charles Foster Kane!
Koyemsi: More holes than Albert Hall might be my favourite joke in this whole thing
Mr. Bark Bark: Fade my voice out, and cue the organist...
llanwydd: I believe I was a freshman in high school when my english teacher played this side of the album for the class on the last day of school
Chatto: Count D'Emall
Principalpoop: how many holes does it take to fill the albert hall?
llanwydd: the teacher had to work after the students were out so I asked if I could borrow the album for a couple of days
Chatto: Or Comte, as the cops were wont to call him, but they did
General Dysfunction: wah dah do dah
Glen: Burning Sappho! Lesbian poetry!
EWeston: Quantums enter the problem, and all is lost, or misplaced
Bunnyboy: llan: And you still have that copy of the album? Sweet!
Tomb With A View: When I was 17 we would burn some herb and listen...
General Dysfunction: three dimes
Chatto: A hick sap at that
Bunnyboy: Now give it back!
Tomb With A View: Forward, into the past...
Chatto: i love lesbos
Principalpoop: reefer madness
llanwydd: no, bunnyboy. like I said, I borrowed it
Ralph: more coffins, warden?
Mr. Bark Bark: Who's that ugly dwarf with his hand down your throat?
General Dysfunction: mrs faber?
llanwydd: I gave it back of course
Chatto: aisle of wight! gangway theres an Annis on my tail
shoes for the dead: I turned my high school sci. teacher on to this, llan
Koyemsi: "Giving away free high schools" is one of their greatest "What?" lines
Glen: Look at this grape!
Mr. Bark Bark: LOL
Chatto: lookatim wine
General Dysfunction: at your cervix
llanwydd: then the same teacher loaned me "Electrician"
Tomb With A View: At your cervix
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Glen: Giving away free high schools is SO sinister and dada at the same time.
Principalpoop: what are you doing in my flashback
EWeston: I lent Not Insane to a collage English teacher. She thought it was hysterical
Chatto: at your fallopians
DJTween: What's the URL?
Chatto: my fellow peons are just fine
EWeston: Keep away from my Isls of Langerhands
Tomb With A View: fade my voice out like this...
Chatto: but now they had permits
Principalpoop: and you see, here we are
Ralph: and you see....
Chatto: theres an echo in here
Mr. Bark Bark: You've got a lot of nerve saying I'm going to look like THAT in 20 years!
Dexter Fong: in here
Glen: echo in here
Chatto: here
llanwydd: throughout the rest of high school I was trading FST album with the same teacher
Tomb With A View: here
Chatto: wow 4000 ms!
Principalpoop: ere
EWeston: There ain't room enough in this dress for both of us
Glen: Lets sing Noel Coward songs
Cat: http://seemreal.com/
Chatto: bravely, at christmas!
Mr. Bark Bark: This hasn't happened since "M"!
Cat: i'm afraid of noel coward
Chatto: that's hollow graphic enuff
General Dysfunction: in sane
llanwydd: I wrote Forward Into the Past as my senior yearbook quote but for some reason it was printed as Forward to the Post
Principalpoop: that had never stopped me before
Chatto: well he's lyin backwards
Koyemsi: llol, llan
Chatto: never gets arrested
Cat: hiey bunny, were you in neal amid or just box of time?
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Cat: kind of lol, llan
llanwydd: I didn't think it was funny Koyemsi
Chatto: lien to allay his elan
Chatto: alloy long?
Principalpoop: how is elan?
Chatto: I alloy sabbath, then I
Glen: Half-Caste Woman
General Dysfunction: rendevoux with destiny .... did i spell that right
Glen: fiefs
Koyemsi: I love how Nick and Bradshaw are suddenly all buddy-buddy at the end
Mr. Bark Bark: From the I Ching 7th Hexagram, "The Army."
Chatto: harriet...the sack blabbeth
Cat: no gen, but we dont care
Glen: The Book Of Changes- I Ching
EWeston: Well I'll be superamalgimated
Chatto: pas de lieu rhone canoux!
Chatto: dental impressions?
Principalpoop: did nick ever meet the Arab?
Chatto: that sack raker!
Koyemsi: An Arab with a large left nostril
EWeston: Nick and Bradshaw were old friends in the mythology
Cat: good french, chat-oh
shoes for the dead: mental depressions
Chatto: in an adobe hut, perhaps
General Dysfunction: we're heading to side 2
Chatto: sans burnosse
Glen: That's why he put him through too many Changes.
Mr. Bark Bark: I don't eat!
Ralph: such sublime nonsense
Principalpoop: george leroy tirebiter
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:05 PM and late as usual, it's Nabs, just back from Hellmouth."
Tomb With A View: George Leroy Tirebiter
Cat: depends on what you call eat
EWeston: But you chew
General Dysfunction: i don't eat
Nabs: Greets
Chatto: a single groove on each side, just like hollow man see
Glen: Boobie Chew
Koyemsi: Gesundheit!
Nabs: (formerly Nabby)
Chatto: butt choose!
Beet: stab in the back
Captain Equinox: Love the iChing references.
Cat: is nabs the reverse of naps?
||||||||| 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: Oh yah Glen
Chatto: yes, raise them
Mr. Bark Bark: --et's talk about your car!
shoes for the dead: Nabs!
Nabs: I'll czech
Principalpoop: the nabs formerly known as nabby
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: and the i ching loves you too
General Dysfunction: he's tired of my coffee
Glen: it do?
Chatto: irish sprung
Hubcity: Cat: So I've stumbled across an inevitable picture of Elayne on youir blog...
EWeston: It never calls
Principalpoop: tarot across the top
Chatto: we are throwing coppers
Cat: where, hub?
Hubcity: She's better than Kevin Bacon 'round these parts.
Nabs: shoes!
Chatto: and boy were they fawksed
||||||||| 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: Big time after drawf tossing
Glen: I hate rich people. I them and their stupid problems.
Cat: elayne created the chat we're on now
General Dysfunction: dave kassmin
Mr. Bark Bark: He's so good with the servants, Fred.
Hubcity: You're kidding!
Nabs: humans and their stupid brains
Cat: honest stories of working people as told by rich hollywood stars
Principalpoop: real stories about real people, as told by rich hollywood stars
Koyemsi: That was based on a misspelling of Ossman's name in a review, right?
General Dysfunction: i'm a student like me
llanwydd: my names adolph
Cat: as good a firesign line as thre is
Principalpoop: i bet cat has it right
Chatto: the disappearence of the school, the levitation of the pentagon
Glen: I love how they devolve from Adolph and Eleanor into Fred and Ethyl
Chatto: nowadays, the school gets high
Mr. Bark Bark: Stop torturing me, Ethel.
Principalpoop: your clam cakes are getting damp
Cat: bet against cat and you'll lose a lot of money
Nabs: slurp
Glen: I'll bet I would
Tomb With A View: Coming, mother!
General Dysfunction: help porcelain make the bed
Principalpoop: right cease is
Chatto: with a spiffy little snot strainer like that sir...
Hubcity: (I met Elayne when I was in high school. A mutual friend was also an Uncle Floyd fan. At the same time, the local record store sold me my first "Don't Crush That Dwarf"...)
Dexter Fong: Cat: I thought gambling held no appeal for you
Nabs: Okay mother
Koyemsi: Stop calling me mother, I'm not your mother!
EWeston: Talk right fool you
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| AlanW - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Mr. Bark Bark: "Did I?"
Hubcity: Free hands on both sides of the big ditch
Cat: i have never gambled. i never will. it's dumber than i can imagine
Chatto: Mum
Principalpoop: my my, look at the time
Glen: Irishman!
Mr. Bark Bark: Free hands on both sides of the bit tit, I thought.
shoes for the dead: isn't that bridge built yet/
Principalpoop: I bet you will cat
Chatto: dont dumble either it's gamber
Principalpoop: how much?
EWeston: Its looking back!
||||||||| 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!"
General Dysfunction: is it late, too late?
Beet: something for nothing
Hubcity: "Only to ten, Mudhead..."
Chatto: it's onky a man-duck away
Nabs: I didn't know
Cat: old friend of elayne? she is responsible for us all. this is her universe
Glen: It's possibly my favorite voice of Peter's.
Chatto: get his goat a gat
EWeston: I like Sgt Mudheadski
Glen: FUCK YOU
Chatto: alayne had a strange hobby
General Dysfunction: thankful for this universe
Koyemsi: WHAT IS REALITY
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
Principalpoop: poop poop poop
Cat: pete was a fountain of voices
Nabs: EAT IT
llanwydd: and Elayne said, "Let there be chat, and there was..."
Glen: yup
Mr. Bark Bark: Principal who??
Principalpoop: thank you fellow kids
Cat: i am reality. so are you,
EWeston: Thank you fellow kids
Beet: Pete Fountain? I remember him
Glen: don't point at ME
Chatto: an lo the fomentig began,
General Dysfunction: as am i
Mr. Bark Bark: What is reality???
Hubcity: Yeah, she makes these sorts of things happen. Me, I made radio comedy for a while in the 90's while doing commercial alternative radio (there was such a thing...)
EWeston: Eirs an cho in ear
Ralph: eat it raw
Nabs: good pep band
Cat: did any of you know pete, or his daughter?
Principalpoop: give them a light, and they will follow it anywhere
Chatto: das iss foment a moment ago, lustig
shoes for the dead: saw Chris Miller once and we got into this bit
Cat: good for you, hub
Mr. Bark Bark: So you see, Mudhead, it really helps our side to reenlist!
Lucien: Fuck you too.
Chatto: i have a match
Koyemsi: Is that Alvarado in the back?
Glen: Did anybody really know Peter?
General Dysfunction: it's like the pooper sai
Principalpoop: hell no, I am going to cut the soles off my shoes, sit in a tree, and learn to play the flute
Cat: number of people who don't enjoy being fucked: zero
Chatto: oh solo mio
Nabs: No it's true!
Glen: MUSIC is from cartoon
Mr. Bark Bark: I worry about it all night, sometimes...
Hubcity: Eh, I try. Still doing it at altrokradio.com (WBJB-HD2 at the Jersey Shore.)
Glen: found it on a dvd
General Dysfunction: napalmolive
Glen: Rainbow Parade
llanwydd: I lived in New Jersey for decades and never saw the pine barrens
Hubcity: Not commercial. Fun, tho'.
Principalpoop: I mean it, its unbelievable
Koyemsi: what music, glen?
Chatto: i've got plenty of chai, and marlboro lites
llanwydd: as far as I can remember
Cat: you are on radio in new jersey, hub?
Hubcity: I am.
llanwydd: moved out of there permanently when I was 24
General Dysfunction: nothing's on purpose
Chatto: at the head of mount calzone
General Dysfunction: take off your shoes
Hubcity: llanwydd: Pine barrens are south of here, but I've seen enough of 'em...
||||||||| Nabs leaves to catch the 10:15 PM train to Washington.
shoes for the dead: For Industry
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Nabby in through the front door at 10:15 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Nabby: Whew
Chatto: lord and lady duck
Cat: i am a bit north of firesigners in washington state. i live in british columbia but we've done a lot of stuff together
Glen: the music just before the Peorgy theme song
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
Cat: hi nabby
Principalpoop: oh nabby oh
Koyemsi: cool!
EWeston: This is great live
Mr. Bark Bark: Your opt-supt Fuddles.
Ralph: LOL
Nabby: Hey Dex and Cat & all
Nabby: Ppoop!
shoes for the dead: yup, EW
||||||||| 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 Joe Beef disembarks at 10:16 PM.
Glen: This broadcast is what hooked me on tft
Bunnyboy: One of the best SOPRANOS eps is set in the Pine Barrens.
Beet: One of my favorites
Chatto: information in flow is symbolically exponential
Hubcity: This is a good bit!
Koyemsi: Bidet's the Fountain
Cat: yes bun, i agree
Mudhead: hi all
Cat: the russian guy running away? surral
EWeston: Mudster
Mr. Bark Bark: But you were IN school, last night!
Cat: surreal
Nabby: Mud!
Principalpoop: hey muddy
Cat: mud, we are all happy to see you here
Chatto: beat him back to sweden?
Hubcity: "legendary oreos by Scorsese"... (Eat Or Be Eaten...)
Beet: Hi Mud
General Dysfunction: my spanish suitcase
Glen: The Big Suitcase of 1969
llanwydd: probably my favorite firesign sketch
Principalpoop: valise
Ralph: choking with laughter
Cat: lol glen
llanwydd: the one that just ended
Chatto: the MT
||||||||| 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!"
Chatto: my big fat greek suitcase
Glen: Formless aliens
Mudhead: Ty Cat & all, i fought off an attack, it made me value you all more
Cat: so when is neal amid, tween?
Nabby: Bunnyboy, Beet, EW, Chatto, GD, Glen! & all --you guys are so crazy
Principalpoop: on nooker street
General Dysfunction: like my favorite armchair
Glen: love the backing music on this
Cat: mud, we love you better alive than dead
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Nabby: I'm taking off right now
Koyemsi: Driving TWO CARS!!
Mudhead: whew, I thought there was an insurance payout
||||||||| 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!"
Chatto: be thou well nabster
Hubcity: Cat: I half expected Elayne to pop in here...
Glen: gas-powered golf carrts
DJTween: the acid is kicking in?
Principalpoop: hell for leather golf carts
Chatto: say hi to torrance
EWeston: Phil A once said I soundede like a crazy person. I've never washed that ear since then
Glen: which half of Elayne?
shoes for the dead: Tha Straight people!!
DJTween: and Hi Nabby :)
Cat: come back, nabby.all is forgiven
Nabby: MORE SUGAR!
Principalpoop: licking glue
Beet: Take care of yourself Nab
Nabby: Hi Tween!
llanwydd: I met phil once
Bunnyboy: Nabby: Just 'cause we're crazy don't mean we ain't right!
Cat: where, llan?
General Dysfunction: more sugar!
llanwydd: in person, I mean. I've met him on here several times
Dexter Fong: Hub: This is elayne's busy season (taxes) so she may not appear for several or more weeks
Nabby: Indeedy Bunnyboy
Glen: WHO IS THAT MAN?????
General Dysfunction: bye nabby!!
llanwydd: I saw Phil and Phil after a FST performance at Town Hall in NYC
Nabby: P&B fest!
||||||||| "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!"
llanwydd: April of 1981
Glen: Measly.
Nabby: good point Tween!
Nabby: looking forward to it Cat
Chatto: crisp liaisons
Chatto: the machines can hear you
General Dysfunction: thank you tween
Cat: Neal AMID,
shoes for the dead: Return For Re-Grooving
Glen: Mort. HA.
Chatto: one per side, til you're 45
EWeston: But can they understand what they hear?
Bunnyboy: AMID, as in AMIDST?
Nabby: NBC suit?
Koyemsi: Nyew Yeah's Eve is freakin' depressin'
Hubcity: "We've done it that way ever since I was a pupa!" (Ossman in Pixar's "A Bug's Life".)
Cat: a Mid, not A-mif
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Cat Ishikawa’s “NEAL AMID” - 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)'
Glen: Achmed!
shoes for the dead: to peer amid
Bunnyboy: In the middle? Cheese stands alone?
Cat: i'll momentarily suppress swear words
Nabby: Achoo
Cat: hey bunny
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Chatto: POstboxes
Chatto: King and Co. discerning video
General Dysfunction: great satan's whore
Bunnyboy: John Travolta would say Amhed Nealon.
Chatto: i hate being sore
llanwydd: Great Satan's Whore tour! fantastic
Bunnyboy: Or not.
Koyemsi: we only get to use that door once or twice per show
EWeston: No lotion?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Kern - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Tomb With A View - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTween: Want to tell the folks about Neal Amid, Cat?
Nabby: spill a bean Cat
General Dysfunction: this antihearse, patty couldn't do it
Bunnyboy takes up an orange crate.
Chatto: get out of the bag
Principalpoop: Better than being dead...
Cat: sorry those of you who left. this is really good
EWeston: Bang a gong today!
Chatto: sounds stony
General Dysfunction: on tour with the reaper
Nabby: Love it
General Dysfunction: so happy to be
Cat: yeah poop. i dontk always know if being alive is better than deth.
Cat: i'm just guessgin here
shoes for the dead: leaping kind men?
Nabby: who isn't?
Chatto: my lungs sure do enjoy airs
Cat: lol nab
Principalpoop: I have not heard any complaints from dead people
Koyemsi: Was there a cow on the moon?
General Dysfunction: where are the cows
Chatto: true, true
Chatto: nor rave review
EWeston: Reality itself occasionaly amazes me
Chatto: mooing
Principalpoop: there is that...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Cat Simril Ishikawa’s “NEAL AMID” - 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)'
Koyemsi: hey, it's phil austin
Hubcity: Cat: this is fun!
General Dysfunction: protect my future reputation
Chatto: that spells hearse, m-o-o-i-n-g
Cat: yes koy
Cat: he brought this play into existence
Chatto: patty hearse
DJTween: and it's pronounced A-mid, not Achmed
||||||||| 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!"
Chatto: sticking it to the burghers
shoes for the dead: did you read Kesey's Garage Sale Cat?
General Dysfunction: you
||||||||| "Hey Bunnyboy!" ... Bunnyboy turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:29 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
General Dysfunction: you
Cat: i have that, shoes
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:29 PM and Bunnyboy bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Chatto: they're scanning for hot earthsign
Nabby: He's back
Bunnyboy: Sorry to leave mid-Neal. Feeding time here. Happy week, one and all!
Chatto: bilderbiscuit
Cat: i corresponede with kesey, his kids, neal's son, wife, etc
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
EWeston: DNA checks?
Nabby: Later Bun
Chatto: cvotton tales
shoes for the dead: good deal, Cat
Chatto: not little
Nabby: Neato Cat
Chatto: spartans, all of em, to the butter end
Chatto: fill a trojan today!
Cat: neal's wife says i wasnt true enough to her husband but loved austin's role
General Dysfunction: 23skidoo
shoes for the dead: i'd like to show Zane my bus
Chatto: shibui shibui
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:31 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: come back shane
Cat: most folks call him a hick but he was really an intellectual which austih capturtes here
llanwydd: did neal's wife listen to it more than once?
General Dysfunction: come back little sheba
EWeston: The man from Larrimie
Mr. Bark Bark: Well, you boys fight it out amongst yourselves...
Chatto: Roger Willis
Nabby: this play is inzanely great
Dexter Fong: EW: A goon show reference?
Nabby: boof! baff!
EWeston: Yep Dex
shoes for the dead: the First Third is the best Beat book
Cat: i got a lot of ideas from that for this, shoes
llanwydd: who wrote first third?
Chatto: I felt as frusrated as Spooner in a room full of alliterators...
EWeston: He had an elbow on each arm. And one upon his shoulder
Cat: neal in the murphy bed
Cat: that's me,
Cat: im the lawyer there
Chatto: LIttle suzy wake up
shoes for the dead: Neal, llan
DJTween: This Austin character has the voice of Winky Dink from Immortality
Chatto: yes of course.
Nabby: Haha right Tween
Cat: yeah a little, tween
Chatto: we are gonne have to choose life
||||||||| 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: austtin is using the austin voivce
EWeston: A flavor of whisky in it
Chatto: after all
Nabby: Yea
Chatto: in the next life, we're on our own
Cat: de-invent that skill. that's good writing
llanwydd: a different approach than winky dink though
Principalpoop: I am worn out, should have done this first, great week all, wow cat wow
||||||||| At 10:36 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, Principalpoop!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
EWeston: And, ge's gone!
Beet: Bye Poop
Dexter Fong: Night Poop
Nabby: Ppoop take care!
Chatto: be thou well
Chatto: poop with care
Cat: you folks havent heard this before?
Chatto: no, but i am enjoying it
Nabby: I haven't
Beet: I certainly haven;t
Dexter Fong: Cat: Lotta newish people
EWeston: Words of wisdom Chatto
Cat: i am as proud of this as anyone is proud of anything
Hubcity: Me? No. Fun stuff, tho'.
||||||||| 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: Bask Cat
EWeston: Agreed good stuff cat
Chatto: it has more sugar
Cat: thanks, weston
Chatto: and a little less salt
shoes for the dead: I spread this around, Cat
Dexter Fong: ...and a thin thin coat of Chinese 5spice
Nabby: Will share
Nabby: But how?
Chatto: i think the additional production level hooks newer listeners
EWeston: Ossmosis though the glass
General Dysfunction: all caps on lower case
Cat: good point, chatto
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Glen - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Joe Beef - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Chatto: There's a lateral hemispheric characteristic that defines FST fans
Cat: this is tom satriano, a frined and fmaous baseball player for angels, red sox
shoes for the dead: seem real theatre, Nabby
DJTween: kewl
Chatto: You dont have to 'get' it to see the beauty
Koyemsi: I agree, Chatto
Chatto: it is like a fractal landscape, the higher you get - the beter the detail
Cat: thanks, chatto
llanwydd: well, I think my work is done for tonight. may see you next week. take care.
DJTween: Where did you record this, Cat?
||||||||| llanwydd says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, llanwydd exits at 10:41 PM.
Nabby: on it shoes
Nabby: tanx
Nabby: http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
EWeston: Buy by you fyriner
Beet: see ya ll
Cat: as is firsign, chatto. thatr's why we worked well together
EWeston: Beet you later
Chatto: than YOU for real, it's a satori
Cat: in 07 tween
Beet: I'm still here
General Dysfunction: i was cruisin down the road in a 32 ford
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Night llan
Chatto: the variety of tonality is anothe factor
Cat: is that a bad thing, chatto?
Chatto: not at all, the beauty of five guys on mics is one thing
Chatto: tat is the stark contrast between 'themselves' and personae
Cat: much of this was recorded in phil proctor or phil austin's studio in s 87
General Dysfunction: love it
Chatto: this is wide open cuz you have post prod, and a whole different level of feedback
Cat: 97
Chatto: i shouold stop comparing, it is ronoir vs monet
General Dysfunction: how does one see a radio wave
Chatto: renoir lol
Chatto: an August mistake
Cat: we showed up at proc's door on the day after halloween and he wa so pissd off
Dexter Fong: ronoir was good too
EWeston: It all sounds electric and dangerous. Veddy gut!
Nabby: Ron who?
Dexter Fong: as was munet
Chatto: particularly
Cat: why couldnte we let him from party>?
Cat: recover from halloween
Chatto: Monay Monay
Nabby: Prepiscosopy is hard to say.
Cat: we love our gods so much, we mistake it for reciprocity
Dexter Fong: Too much "candy"??
General Dysfunction: so much fun burying him
EWeston: He puts his back into the holidays?
Dexter Fong: lol Cat
Cat: thats as good as i'm gonna write
shoes for the dead: hard to type too, Nabby
Chatto: we petition them with prayer
Nabby: I'll say, shoes
General Dysfunction: great cat
Cat: thanks, dys
Chatto: The little white dog is with us, yea, to shew the bland snuggle
Koyemsi: I'm going to call it a night. So long (the longer the better)
Nabby: Later Koy
EWeston: Sounds like a Jawa 250
Cat: sorry you;'re leaving my play, koy
Beet: Bye Koy
Chatto: Blessed Koi
General Dysfunction: bye koy
Dexter Fong: Back to the pond Koi
Cat: rub up against eternity
Koyemsi: a genie with light brown hair
General Dysfunction: rub up against eternity
||||||||| Koyemsi rushes off, saying "10:48 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
Nabby: rrrub
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: Was that a plug
General Dysfunction: an echo in here
Nabby: an echo in here?
Chatto: this is scary at times
Cat: thanks for the few of you who stay on
Cat: chatto, live is far scarier.
Chatto: my genes are mostly blond
Chatto: but we can rub them a while and see
shoes for the dead: don't miss thw March 8th women's shocking league Saturday, Nabby
EWeston: The whole mechanism of theater is mysterious
Chatto: i can imagine
Chatto: radio cuts new reflexes in you
||||||||| Dr. Pickledinger enters at 10:50 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Cat: that i coud interact with firesigns and neals' famly to fulfil my fantasy
Chatto: electrosluts create gateways
General Dysfunction: i can imagine you are my people
||||||||| 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!"
Cat: sleep well tutankamun is my daugher talking. dead now 16 years
Nabby: help me out shoes
Chatto: this is so like a hypnotic program here
Chatto: ouch.
General Dysfunction: sorry for 16 years
Nabby: ex-cape
shoes for the dead: from a let's eat show, Nabby
Chatto: cat, try software
EWeston: Is this about the rent?
Chatto: let the machines of the future contact you usin probability
Cat: http://moniqueishikawa.com/
Chatto: you who gave them some core skips in AI
EWeston: Pull that probability wave over
Chatto: a piece of software that combines three texts in equal proportion
Nabby: ahh thanks shoes
General Dysfunction: monique very beautiful
Chatto: after removing all articles and common parts of speech
EWeston: Your quantum function has collapsed
DJTween: nice GD jam in the background
shoes for the dead: Neal driving Kesey's Bus down the NJ turnpike is a great listen too
Chatto: it'll get hard again, dont worry
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Lucien - dead from the common cold
||||||||| wall of science - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Poetry Man - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Chatto: i'm particularly wavy
DJTween: Cat, any news about how Lily Bergman is doing?
Cat: Yorkon Saskatchewan is my home town
EWeston: One slot experiement, or two?
Cat: no tween. if she wants to talk to us she will.
Nabby: Edgar Buchanan
EWeston: Bergman
Nabby: What?
Cat: the seagrams empire was crearted in my home town. that whatr the first [aretr of trhe play is avout
Chatto: Dark matter is actually encrypted implicate ordering of the physical atomic structure of parallels we can access
General Dysfunction: cat, so very sorry
Chatto: sorry, spontaneous
Beet: Is this gettable somewhere? Very interesting material.
Cat: sorry about what, dys?
Cat: beet this is on my website. enjoy forever
Chatto: We all, each, every
||||||||| 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'
Chatto: This is GREAT
Beet: Thanks. Can I get the URL please?
DJTween: it is :)
Cat: thanks, chatto
Nabby: Tis
Chatto: like the judgement sequence in scanner darkly
shoes for the dead: Seek em alls
Nabby: http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
Chatto: no as in alike as in vibe
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Beet: Very Good, Thanks
Chatto: not content, wow i am blown away
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Chatto: the silence is loud
Cat: if i were not a really realy good writer, the firesings would not have asked be act in it
Chatto: inspired a lot of writers indeed
General Dysfunction: keep countin these railroad ties
Cat: the the unity of our unbeing
Chatto: I met them, you there once
Cat: wow this is good
||||||||| 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: there are no stars in your journey
Chatto: it is like a giant asteroid i called the many-headed everyone
Cat: fuck
EWeston: A good artist can always find new things in old works
DJTween: a hydra of voices
General Dysfunction: i know, whew
shoes for the dead: Speed Limit
Chatto: thats what i meant about the software, you recombine your old texts
Chatto: in principle, it is sound
Nabby: Very nice Cat & co.
shoes for the dead: that's it for the Other One
Chatto: the hologram reflects itself creating depth. like holding two cds up to your eyes
General Dysfunction: ooh, it's hard to come back to the real
Dexter Fong: Good to hear it again Cat =)
Nabby: Thanks Tween & Merl!
Cat: thanks
shoes for the dead: Thanks Merlys and Tween!
Beet: This has been real fun. Thanks for the usual superior work, Tween. Nite all.
EWeston: Yow and bye all
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny and Merlyn
Nabby: Cat, amazed.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!!
Chatto: her voice is still echoing in my head
Nabby: Later earthloids!
DJTween: stumbled ove my tongue there, but tried to have some fun :-)
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 11:04 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..."
Cat: thanks to firesign, i can be a better writer
General Dysfunction: loved it tween, thanks so much
||||||||| 11:05 PM: EWeston 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!"
EWeston: One slot experiement, or two?
Cat: thanks for enjoying my play
Chatto: My notion is that everyone can be a better everything
General Dysfunction: thanks cat
Chatto: once that firesign appreciation is built it lateralizes the hemispheres
Cat: yes chatto. we can all we better than we were a few seconds ago
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "11:06 PM? I'm late!" exclaims Rufus_T_Firetween, who then hurries out through the french doors and down through the garden.
||||||||| DJTween is kicked out just as the clock strikes 11:06 PM.
Chatto: just cinch it like yer on a polygraph and aim for the next dimension
Chatto: point me at the sky and let it fly
Dexter Fong: See y'all next week
Cat: fly jefferson airplane, getcha there on time
General Dysfunction: i know it's time, but reluctant to leave, and yet, bye bye
Chatto: Truly an honor
||||||||| "Hey Cat!" ... Cat turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 11:08 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Chatto: the ones that mother gives me aint half bad these days ;-)
||||||||| General Dysfunction rushes off, saying "11:09 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ralph - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Dr. Pickledinger - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Chatto: je'm'amusere, je partirais
Chatto: mes amis
Chatto: be well all
||||||||| Cat enters at 11:19 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and hurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Cat: well is always good
Merlyn: sees you, cat
||||||||| Merlyn is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 11:20 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Chatto - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Hubcity - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from the common cold
||||||||| EWeston - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'st slade', just granted probation at 11:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| st slade - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cat - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 1:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with SpudChincilla close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 2:51 AM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| SpudChincilla - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters, and announces to all and sundry "It's 4:32 AM, time to change the log file and clean out unused rooms; please exit the chat room for a minute or two. Thank you for your patience."


The Evening's Participants:
Beet
Bightrethighrehighre
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cat
Chatto
Dexter Fong
DJTween
Dr. Pickle
dude
EWeston
General Dysfunction
Glen
Governor Slugwell
Hubcity
Kern
Koyemsi
llanwydd
Lucien
Merlyn
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Nabs
Principalpoop
Ralph
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
Tomb With A View
wall of science
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=sfi-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/fithbeoffith.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://moniqueishikawa.com/
https://archive.org/details/Firesign_Theatre_Podcasting_003
http://seemreal.com/
http://seemreal.com/nealamid/index.htm
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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