A Firesign Chat
03/27/2014




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 27, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| DJTween tiptoes in around 6:52 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| At 6:53 PM, DJTween dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 8:03 PM, dragging RedPillTweeny by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 8:17 PM, dragging DJTween by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
DJTween: Hi RedPill
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween sashays in at 8:18 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
||||||||| It's 8:25 PM, 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...
||||||||| 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 - just a chance for everybody to get connected) 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)'
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (801 Live) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Beet into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:46 PM, then departs.
Beet: Hi all. Sounds like Tween's Beatle SXSW!
DJTween: Hey Beet :)
DJTween: 801 Live, actually doing a cover
Beet: Apologies for missing last week. The brain neurons didn't fire properly enough to remember.
DJTween: Brian Eno & Phil Manzanara
DJTween: Well, glad you could make it tonight
Beet: Very cool
DJTween: Pink Hotel Burns Down tonight
Beet: A fave
DJTween: 801 at Wiki - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/801_(band)
DJTween: an under appreciated album, for sure (Hotel)
Beet: Hey, have you heard of this kind of wild chick (lady, woman) and her band called St. Vincent? Very ibteresting I think.
DJTween: No, I haven't
Beet: interesting
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:51 PM and late as usual, it's Captain Equinox, just back from Evanston."
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
DJTween: Hi Captain
Beet: I firts heard them on Jon Stewart's show
Beet: Hey, Captain
Captain Equinox: I'm grounded, just out of hospital. dear Friends!
Beet: Hope nothing serious
DJTween: Great to hear you're out :-)
DJTween: Are you Charlie, by any chance?
Captain Equinox: Yep, Charlie Mayer by name.
DJTween: Right, saw your posts on FB
Captain Equinox: I know, Kurt. Thanks for picking up on that!
DJTween: always good to be _out_ of the hospital ;)
Captain Equinox: are we expecting any special guests tonight?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
DJTween: No one has let me know they'd be here
DJTween: Proctor is busy with theater performances
Beet: in LA?
DJTween: I assume
DJTween: there are posts on his Facebook page
Beet: Nice to know he's staying busy
DJTween: Proctor, always
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, March 27, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'st slade', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:00 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
DJTween: Hi slade
DJTween: small crowd tonight
||||||||| Catherwood ushers Cease inside, makes a note of the time (9:02 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Cease: Hi all.
st slade: I'm kinda tall. Is there a 'you must be this small' sign? Hi DJ
DJTween: Hi cease
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:02 PM and late as usual, it's shoes for the dead, just back from Howell."
Beet: hey cs
||||||||| 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."
shoes for the dead: Hiya Friends
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Mark close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:02 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
Cease: I think more will dribble in.
Captain Equinox: *honk honk*
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:03 PM and late as usual, it's Elderberries, just back from Elmertown."
||||||||| Catherwood leads lily in through the front door at 9:03 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
lily: hello everybodies
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cease: Hi Lilly. Hello to your sisters Garlic and Onion too.
||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 9:04 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
shoes for the dead: hi PP
Cease: Hi poop. Have some toilet paper
Principalpoop: garlic and onion?
Beet: hi poop
Principalpoop: use a newspaper
shoes for the dead: are you dribbling?
Principalpoop: hey beet
Principalpoop: the voice of tween
Mark: Porgy. Porgy Tirebiter Breakfast is ready.... AH AH COMMING Mother!!
lily: gar lick is how it said
Cease: Peter's daughter Lily told me he had originally wanted to call her Winston, after Winston Churchill, but was persuaded to give her a less masculine name. So he named her from his favourite plant family.
Principalpoop: is how what is said?
Captain Equinox: Just checked in with Glen Banks, he has company and is unlikely to check in tonight.
Mark: I wouldn't want to lick a Garr
Cease: Iremember hearing this when it was first broadcast in 67
lily: been there done that
DJTween: Hey P, Mark, Elderberries, lily, shoes
shoes for the dead: tastes fishy
Cease: I always enjoy Glen's facebook posts
Mark: HEY
Principalpoop: glen is being held by the CIA?
||||||||| 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."
Cease: Mark, Time?
Principalpoop: what mark?
Captain Equinox: Have you ever watched Uncle Glen's Party?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” - 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 >> (currently out of print)'
Mark: Howdy y'all
DJTween: Really hope they re-release this soon
Cease: Glen sent me a VHS tape of him interviewing proctor and bergman maybe 20 years ago
Principalpoop: capillary action, hubba hubba
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
Captain Equinox: He's quite a guy and has a LONG history with the Guyz
st slade: Out of print? This is the one FT album I don't own.
Cease: he told me a story about driving up to proctor's house, but being too shy to go in.
Cease: never was an album, st.
Cease: i bought it in the original form, a cassette
Captain Equinox: Cease, what's your real moniker?
Mark: the good old days of cannibus and the fire side listening
st slade: I know, cd, I heard it once on the radio.
Cease: old?
Captain Equinox: Those days don't NEED to be over...heh heh
Mark: Amen. More grub cakes for the poor
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Principalpoop: ok lewinski or whatever your name is
lily: those daze are still around
Cease: indeed lily
shoes for the dead: commercial cassettes always sucked
st slade: I had a cat named Smut
Mark: I'm confuzed
Captain Equinox: True Story, lily.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:11 PM and Stlouielou bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mark: cough cough
Principalpoop: i have some smut that involved a cat
Captain Equinox: was your dog named Mutt?
DJTween: Actually cease, I bought a CD release from John's Lodestone store a few years back
Principalpoop: oh st louie louie
DJTween: Hi Lou
Stlouielou: Whats up hippies?
Cease: being named cat has caused me some problems over the years, particular at the vet's
lily: good o be here in the now
DJTween: lol
Cease: its always now
||||||||| Catherwood leads Dexter Fong in through the front door at 9:12 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Beet: hi louie
shoes for the dead: it's always here
lily: except when it was when
DJTween: Hey Dexter
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Principalpoop: the now is infinite, between the infinite future and the infinite past
Stlouielou: Ola Beet
Mark: when ? then?
st slade: Firkin by Hunt Emerson is some good cat smut, Poop
Principalpoop: fong told me that
Stlouielou: Ola Poop
Mark: howdy louie
shoes for the dead: don't be so tense, Lily
Cease: you think the human brain can understand infiniity, poop?
Mark: sounds crappy to me
Principalpoop: sure, and the square root of negative one
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!
Stlouielou: My brain rarely understands anything at all
Beet: some say the brain can experience it
Stlouielou: Hey Mark
Mark: brain brain who has a brain
Dexter Fong: Goodevening all
Cease: st louie, you gotta listen to more firesign.
Beet: hi dex
Stlouielou: I could be another Lincoln
lily: loosw as a teepee
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
Principalpoop: abe or continental?
Cease: lincoln log?
Stlouielou: I made a Lincoln log just this morning
Mark: Mine got water logged
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
Beet: lincoln would be proud
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Principalpoop: perhaps not understanding infinity cat, but they can know it
Cease: mathematically, perhaps
shoes for the dead: Woodrow Stool
Principalpoop: like love, do you understand love? but do yhou know it?
Mark: toomany numbers. QUICK burn another one
Stlouielou: I know this, I can't affors a Infinity
Cease: not the same organ, poop
||||||||| Nabby sashays in at 9:17 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
shoes for the dead: and who wrote the book, PP?
Cease: there are never too many numbers.
DJTween: Hey Nabby
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
Mark: I prefer the piano
Principalpoop: who knows which organs understand infinity then?
Cease: nab
DJTween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working?
||||||||| 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: Hi Nabby
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'residualecho', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:18 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Nabby: Hey Tween & Dex & shoes
lily: I am sp putta sonks
Principalpoop: this discussion of infinity might be an example of it hehe
Nabby: Cease good to c u
Stlouielou: Can't type and smoke pot...brb
DJTween: Hi echo
residualecho: There's an echo in here...
Beet: yo nab
Principalpoop: oh helen
Stlouielou: ola Nab
shoes for the dead: there's an echo in here
Cease: you must have telescopes for eyes, nab
lily: GREAT TO BE HERE
residualecho: Didn't I say that on the other side of the record?
Mark: light a candle and use the other hand
Principalpoop: hey you smoking mother nature, this is a bust
DJTween: WE'RE GLAD YOU MADE IT!!
Cease: we are happy to have you here too, lily
residualecho: Can't shout don't hear you.
Principalpoop: here, there and everywhere
Mark: Lily your petal fell off
lily: just ny luck
Stlouielou: "This concert smells like Uncle Lou's Jacket"
Cease: new york has luck?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
lily: right
Dexter Fong: Cat: Say what?
Principalpoop: oh, who spilled the bong in the car again, i might trying smoking the moss growing
Nabby: Not yet I'm sorry to say but I will surprise you sometime promise
Cease: lily just said "just ny luck"
Nabby: Hi Lily & Ppoop & Stl
Dexter Fong: And the ref to NY?
Cease: hopefully not a reference to your former profession dex
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
lily: Helloooooo
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!
Principalpoop: it is unlucky to be superstitious
Cease: i'm actually on that station.
DJTween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working?
Cease: i'm "the catman"
Principalpoop: wb nabby
Cease: thankfully not cartman.
shoes for the dead: i was in Peggy...
DJTween: Hellooooo out there lily....
Beet: I was walking up the hill with someone who though not a big fan, saw the boys in Minneapolis
Cease: she must have enjoyed that, shoes
lily: Hi DJT
Principalpoop: fong is the walrus, coo coo katchoo
Nabby: Back
Dexter Fong: and poop is a Narwhal
Stlouielou: *coughs*
Dexter Fong: niner niner
shoes for the dead: Front
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nabby, were you able to get a Skype mic working?
Dexter Fong: (pronounced "neener"
Principalpoop: that was so funny that I forgot to laugh fong
Nabby: hey beet - not quite Tween - another challenging week + a new cat: hijinx continues to ensue
Nabby: Rufus
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elderberries - dead from the yaws
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: YOu forget a lot of things Poop
Stlouielou: I think my ex used to wash with that dead cat soap
Principalpoop: huh? what?
DJTween: k, just wondered :) Good luck with the new furry creature
Nabby: Forgetting is the new remembering
Cease: i'm reading a book now about the Royal Canadian Air Farce, a comedy group that is almost as old as Firesign, and like them in their surrealism and dopeyness.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Stlouielou: today is only yesterday's tomorrow
shoes for the dead: What/
st slade: I remember how to forget. I think
Nabby: eggs actly
DJTween: Sounds interesting, cease
Cease: eventually, it's always yesterday, st. lou
Principalpoop: what were we talking about?
Nabby: Didn't know about them C
Cease: as in phil's fantatic story Yesterday's News
Cease: very very Canadian. you'd almost have to be a canuck to find them funny
st slade: Isn't Eggs Ackley a Crumb character?
Principalpoop: wilson eh? hahaha
Stlouielou: all beeding stops eventualy
DJTween: Lot's of canuk references eh
Nabby: Ahh I shall endeavor to locate their work after
Cease: jokes about topical canuck politics and stuff
Stlouielou: canadians?...I can't get that drunk
Nabby: must be, st
Mark: It's easy. just don't forget the maple syrup
Cease: but from a very odd angle. they celebrated canada's 100th anninversary in 1967 by doing acid a hundred times.
Principalpoop: i would not use dopeyness to describe firesign
DJTween: o m g
Principalpoop: dopiness, sure
Nabby: that's a lot
Stlouielou: dopey MESS maybe
Nabby: haha
lily: dope nope
Mark: firesign is not dopey. it's reality
Nabby: what is reality?
Principalpoop: maybe it is like phat, firesign is dope
st slade: And reality is what you make of it
Cease: no, they function perfectly, to this day. i saw bob marley on stage smoking a splliff the size of a baseball bat, got stoned from it in the last row of a big theatre, but his music was always precise
Dexter Fong: Location location location
Mark: the Firesign Theater
DJTween: reality from a slightly different perspective
DJTween: that's wild, cease
shoes for the dead: reality is just a crutch for those who can't face up to drugs
Nabby: that's a big spliff
Nabby: tuna boat
Dexter Fong: Such as seen from the Hubble telescope
lily: Cease wish I was there
Principalpoop: we were talking about the space between us all and the
Mark: it caint get more reel than this. OOOOOlook I got a bite
Stlouielou: I REALY laugh my ass off..and that's REAL
Nabby: but point taken C
||||||||| 9:31 PM: wall of science 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!"
Cease: Pete's daughter was telling a story about one of Ossman's sons sending her a vid about how to roll a joint and Ossman interjected "Spliff!, not joint"
Principalpoop: C +10, Nabby +5 Fong no score yet
DJTween wonders where our resident magician is...
Cease: imagine having a dad that cool
Nabby: wall of science
DJTween: Hi WoS
Principalpoop: reefer, bomber
Dexter Fong: Narwhals -infinity
Nabby: That's our D
Mark: that was me till the kids ran away
wall of science: howdy - late as usual
Nabby: DO
Cease: i remember taping this when it was first broadcast on their 1968 KMET sunday morning show.
Principalpoop: ouch fong, your rapier like wit stings
DJTween: wow
Cease: getting up early enough to record that show was a bitch, particularly after working late saturday nights
Mark: 1968 I was just takin off the swimmies
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Nabby: better safe than never, w of s
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Cool C
Stlouielou: I had a job once, didn't care for it
DJTween: oops, wrong link for Pink Hotel :/
Mark: jobs are over rated
Stlouielou: had a hircut too one time
Beet: jobs are overrated
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Stlouielou: lol teewn I thought It was me
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Beet: echo in here
Nabby: Jobs is on the way
Dexter Fong: in here
Nabby: echo in here
DJTween: sorry about that, folks
Dexter Fong: Steve?
Nabby: Steve?
Principalpoop: cut the soles off my shoes and you know the rest
Dexter Fong: echo in here
lily: here
Nabby: Who's Peggy?
Mark: well beet we're thinking alike.. SCARY
DJTween: SmokesWagon?
Nabby: Mark
Mark: yes
Stlouielou: everybody needs a hobby
Cease: the recipiient of Pegger
Nabby: oh hi
Beet: maybe we're operating from the SAME BRAIN. Very scary
Mark: you've been pegged
Mark: hi
shoes for the dead: Peg why?
Nabby: All Are Same Brain
Mark: only if you're left handed
Principalpoop: same brain, different bodies, movie idea, what do I win?
Mark: a free night at the theater
Nabby: disrespect and turmoil!
Dexter Fong: and an evening on the red carpet
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Principalpoop: i only go to the theatre
Stlouielou: the man with 2 brains...it's been done
lily: to [ay for the movie
Nabby: true stl and pretty well
Dexter Fong: to'ay for the movie?
Mark: 2 heads one brain and neither one function properly
Nabby: Which reel?
shoes for the dead: ike rouble
lily: pay
Mark: the last reel
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Principalpoop: ok, i ran that up the flag pole and no saluting, they befrated me hehe
Nabby: Of course
st slade: Dual awareness between clones?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "9:39 PM and late as usual, it's betty jo bialafski, just back from Hellmouth."
Mark: I saluted, but fell down before you noticed
Principalpoop: like twins that know when the other dies, ewww
Cease: hi betty jo. whaddya know?
Dexter Fong: I was at ease and didn't care
Nabby: well you're no fun
Nabby: Hi betty
Nabby: Well that's alright I spose
DJTween: Hi Betty Jo
Principalpoop: ran that squirrel up their legs and see who panicked
Mark: my twin still lives . but i did suffer her cycle
wall of science: god i love this one
||||||||| Catherwood enters with JoeBeets close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 9:41 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the sitting room.
Nabby: flowers and funny cigarettes
Mark: yo cool dude
DJTween: Hi Joe
Principalpoop: hi joe, save me, change the topic
DJTween: lol P
Nabby: JoeB
Dexter Fong: Hi JB, meet BJ
Cease: the well deserved paranoia of the era
lily: flavored rolling paper
Dexter Fong: edible pipes
Cease: how many beets do we have here now? can we make borscht?
JoeBeets: hi friends and neighbors
Mark: I'm blinded by the light
Nabby: What flavor?
Cease: i remember pineapple paper from a long time ago, lily
Dexter Fong: Throw a few reds in Cat
Cease: Very tasty
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Nabby: Candy pants
JoeBeets: you can't beat beets
wall of science: there's a great doc. about interactive fiction, like zork, called 'get lamp' check it out if you enjoyed the world of infocom
Principalpoop: drums keeping pounding their rhythm in my brain
Mark: I prefer the greens
shoes for the dead: i have donut paper from Indonesia, lily
Nabby: You bet Joe
Cease: and stir em up real good, dex
Stlouielou: now you got it tween
Cease: what are we gonna do with a halfling ina holocaust?
lily: sp coo;
Nabby: title, w of s?
Dexter Fong: Cat: By invading Crimea, you mean?
Nabby: Spoo
Principalpoop: I once used a tampex wrapper, burned too fast, live and learn
JoeBeets: thanks wall of science, I loved those games
Nabby: Omg Ppoop
Mark: toilet paper burns faster
wall of science: http://www.getlamp.com/
Cease: a firesign riff, dex. truman and fdr are discussing meeting stalin
Nabby: Great game puzzle story thingies and bloody challenging but rewarding
lily: still have the burn marks
Cease: we ukranians are used to being invaded and starved, dex.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Recognized it, just updated it
Mark: I lost half a mustache
Stlouielou: when it comes to weed we all become McGyver
DJTween: no joke, cease
Nabby: thanks!
DJTween: Stalin was very nasty to them
JoeBeets: they had a recent remake of hitchhiker's guide, a devilishly difficult game for me
Principalpoop: I lost my eyebrows once, I don't recall how, probably for the best
Mark: yes we do
||||||||| Dr. Dog tiptoes in around 9:45 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last week's "unpleasant incident."
Cease: my mother's parents were born in ukraine. my grandma spoke only ukranian.
Principalpoop: woof
Cease: though she lived in canada for almost 80 years
Nabby: For a year I worked in a building kitty corner to the one where Infocom was located in Cambridge
DJTween: Hi Dog
Mark: Stalin was a Marxist
Dexter Fong: Poop: I think I found them under my bed with one of your earings
||||||||| 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."
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:46 PM and dude bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cease: unfortunately, not a groucho marxist
Dexter Fong: Duuuuuuuuuuuude!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Principalpoop: that was not from my ear fong]
Nabby: Hi dude
residualecho: Those Ukraine girls really knock me out.
Dexter Fong: Ah, quite so poop, the pubes shoud have been a tip off
Mark: he did get grouchy on occasion
Cease: me too, echo. first girlfriend was ukranian, from my home town.
Principalpoop: the tip should have been a tip off
Nabby: Russian brides
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Mark: that game just started
Cease: a stunningly beautiful place, but she was even more so.
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
wall of science: gdamned trolls
Principalpoop: pooting took crimea, what next?
Nabby: Love the station
Mark: pay your toll to the troll
Beet: Some claim "the most beautiful women" in Ukraine
Dexter Fong: Poop: I prefer to call him Putan
Nabby: haha
Cease: wgere would tolkein be without trolls
Principalpoop: french for whore, farting would work too
Nabby: You've had a village and a half between ya
Mark: in the mountain with the Dwarfs. Quick toss me another one
lily: Puntang
Mark: nassy
||||||||| 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."
st slade: Eye thought it was Eye-talian.
lily: he is
Principalpoop: thats right
Nabby: As smooth as a crushed dwarf in a wind tunnel
Dexter Fong: The Giant Rat take one
Mark: only if it looks back
Nabby: What?
Mark: I've lost my pliers
Nabby: Gnawy!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Dexter Fong: or....The FireGoon Theatre
lily: hand me the pliers
DJTween: that it is, Dex
Mark: eye talian
shoes for the dead: I'll take two
Cease: then you can't be a dentist
Nabby: Zircon encrusted pliers
Beet: Watching Rathbone Sherlock Holmes last night and Watson mentions Giant Rat
Dexter Fong: Then I'll be an Oral Hygeniest
Mark: heavy on the 30 weight
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Nabby: Firesign is an oral tradition
Principalpoop: furtive knocking on the door
st slade: Tweeze the wheeze
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
st slade: Please
Mark: hygene in a mouth. hmm
Nabby: Nyuck nyuck nyuck
Mark: I'd rather be a gynocologist/
Principalpoop: calico gym socks
Cease: thanks to dex i have a bunch of goons, but this is much better
Mark: as I snap my rubber gloves
shoes for the dead: Flathead Indian
st slade: Well we could always use fresh eggs.
Beet: a spelunker
Stlouielou: yikes
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Cease: from a slightly later era
Dexter Fong: Cat: Apples and oranges y dear firend, clak and cheese
Principalpoop: watch out for the bees
Dexter Fong: Chalk
lily: under the hood
Dexter Fong: friends
Dexter Fong: my
Mark: band camp 71 singing to the church of the blinding light
Cease: eqaully nutritious fruit
Mark: only if you have a banana
Principalpoop: yes we have no bananas
residualecho: Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Mark: Tonto. You go to town.
Nabby: diplomat in a bun
Mark: ooops wrong show
st slade: Now there's a headstone above a Spike Milligan plot
residualecho: How many time flies fit in a Martian Klein bottle?
Principalpoop: tonto marx, the outcast brother
Mark: all of them
Nabby: That's what I was thinking Ppoop
shoes for the dead: and none of them
||||||||| Mary Ellen enters at 9:57 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and rushes off to the Haberdashery Barn.
Mark: but the one who stayed home
Dexter Fong: Residual: Trick question...Martian Klein bottle sealed on all three ends
Principalpoop: ok, you can the points, at minus infinity, they would do me any good anyway
st slade: Even Gummo and zippo
residualecho: On which side?
Nabby: time flies, hmm.... right
Dexter Fong: Hi ME
Nabby: you me gumbo
Nabby: mean
Principalpoop: mary ellen, did you get your chores done?
Mark: no the flies take their time before the week is gone
Dexter Fong: I'm not mean to gumbo , he likes it like that
Principalpoop: brioche
Mark: Is the maid still with Porgy?
Dexter Fong: Mark: Unless they're May flies
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Dexter Fong: Poop: Roux
Mark: but it's still March. where's the time machine when you need it
Nabby: time flies may stick to the flypaper before they land
Cease: Mama Roux, my favourite Dr. John tune
Dexter Fong: In the future Lieutenant
Principalpoop: ahh i burned mine, rats
Nabby: The good doctor is so fine
||||||||| 10:01 PM: Bunnyboy jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
lily: smoked it
Mark: no the rat is already been eaten
Dexter Fong: afkfr
Nabby: Bunny
Bunnyboy: oh hey
shoes for the dead: not on a mobius strip flypaper
st slade: Only two hours, Dr. Strangelove?
betty jo bialafski: I wish I had an astrolabe
Principalpoop: my eyes, doctor my eyes have seen the years
Beet: hi bunny
DJTween: Hey Bunny
Principalpoop: hip hop bunny
Mark: hippity hoppity
Cease: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZgaMdysMzU&feature=kp
Nabby: hmm good point shoes
Cease: The bun man cometh
Principalpoop: an astro lab retriever?
Nabby: Hop hop hop to Hoppers
Nabby: Cappy!
Captain Equinox: hey, that's ME!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the story behind “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Principalpoop: i thought fong was going to hit me, and so I hit him back first
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Beet: No, I'm me. That;s just a holygram
DJTween: Sounds like GW Bush logic, P
Nabby: The hour of the woof
Principalpoop: a known known, that
st slade: I'll get to it Rufus! Enfroced reading of the reading is Marked in Time for the books.
Mark: you don't appear to be religious
Nabby: Let's hear it for Don Rumsfeld
Mark: I didn't Mark anything
Nabby: *raspberry*
Principalpoop: donny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Cease: i prefer actual rum
Rufus_T_Firetween: that's not a book, Slade, just a web page at Firesign Media
Beet: Hey, Tween, right channel seems to be fading in and out
st slade: Nice thing about internet radio, no 12 minute window...
Stlouielou: rum good
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Nabby: Har har har
Rufus_T_Firetween: I should have made that more clear
Mark: I thought I had a short in my head phone
Dexter Fong: That's better Tween
Nabby: I can hear it zizzing
Stlouielou: I short in my headphones one
Cease: i remember when bergman as Way into the video game thing. pink hotel, and eobe are from thatr era
Principalpoop: sizziling
shoes for the dead: and dripping
st slade: I know Rufus, I meant to say I'll read it later
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “PINK HOTEL BURNS DOWN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
Beet: AOK. Thanks
Beet: Oops gone again
Mark: my wife looking funny at me while playiny with head phone cable
Rufus_T_Firetween: k Slade :)
DJTween: lol Mark
Cease: better than playing with your head
Stlouielou: yeah, they don't like to watch that
Principalpoop: no diddling or fiddling
Dexter Fong: It is?
lily: do you have the head phones on the right head?
Mark: Still enjoying the show on the left. My right brain has ceased
Nabby: Firesign should be an online world - Let's call those Oculus, er, Facebook guys
Principalpoop: wrong brain, like the gilligan episode
Nabby: On second thought let's not
Stlouielou: lol #1 for Lilly
Dexter Fong: One head; two brains; Quadrophenia
lily: thanks
Nabby: Which Gilligan ep?
Mark: it's the one with 2 eyes. Right?
Beet: Two heads are better
Principalpoop: where they switched bodies, the mad scientist
Dexter Fong: and two eyes left
Nabby: Ohhh ya
lily: Its been so long I would have to look that up
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
residualecho: Firesign was one of the very first online worlds. How far back does Firemud go?
st slade: Qaudrophenia. That takes me back, goemetrically.
Cease: speakikngf of firesign, interesting article in new yorker last week about video visionary ryan trematrin? forget name but you can google him. his vids are interesting to watch but the audio really sucks. i think would work very well with firesign though
Mark: two brains one head.
Principalpoop: who?
Cease: 97 maybe
Principalpoop: go on, guess who?
Nabby: afk for a bit
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from measles
||||||||| JoeBeets - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: have a bite and not just a bit
st slade: Horton?
residualecho: I would've thought 94 or 5?
Dexter Fong: Poop: The man in the iron mac?
Mark: Tim Horton?
Cease: no this chat started in 95 soi firemud must have been the previous year, 94. elayne will know if she shows up. she started this chat in 95
Dexter Fong: Horton Who, that's whoooooooo
shoes for the dead: 25 or 624?
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
Principalpoop: no no, not dr or mister spock
st slade: Never heard of him
Bunnyboy: Any word from Merlyn or Sid Fudd?
Mark: I'd rather have the coffee
Cease: are you from that era, resid?
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Uhclem inside, makes a note of the time (10:11 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Principalpoop: purple microdots and orange sunshine, the colors
Beet: haven't shown tonight, bunny
Cease: el tried to drag me into it as Dr. Tim but it didn't interest me.
Principalpoop: ahhh, clem
DJTween: Haven't seen either this evening, Bunny
residualecho: I met Elayne in 94 at Imagineering, where inventive memory has me playing it from there/then
Cease: but i was here for the first chat, and most since.
DJTween: Hi clem
lily: whoa baby
Mark: chocolate chip was much better.
Captain Equinox: gotta fly, Folks. See ya next week!
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: whoa daddy
Cease: we have baby's on chat now?
Principalpoop: ciap capitan
Cease: hi clem. don't clam up on us
DJTween: later, Captain
Beet: nite, cap
DJTween: be well, Charlie
Stlouielou: adios
Mark: which baby you refer ing to?
Cease: by cap
shoes for the dead: By Eq
Mark: nite capt.
lily: The older you get eerybodies a baby
Principalpoop: walking the dog, brb
Uhclem: Can't stay. Stopped in for a quck laugh.
Stlouielou: is that code?
DJTween: lol
Dexter Fong: ha ha ha
residualecho: The older you get the younger everybody looks
Mark: quick laugh
Uhclem: no. Smoker's cough.
Beet: code in the nose?
shoes for the dead: no, an old song, Stl
Cease: the mystery of the universe. perhaps we will learn there are more than one in our lifetimes
lily: I am out see yas next week and thanks for the laughs
Cease: true, resid
Dexter Fong: ha ha
Mark: night lily
Cease: by lily. keep on laughing
Beet: Good night to you, darling Lily
Stlouielou: Auf Weidersain lily
residualecho: The best mysteries are replaced with bigger and better mysteries, and the best mystery of all is the Big Mystery Joke Book
Uhclem: I don't think I have room for more than one universe in this lifetime
lily: bye
shoes for the dead: by lil
Nabby: So fun to hear Tween
Nabby: back dere den
Nabby: oh gnight Lily
Beet: That was fun
Mark: there's a universe?
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: you may be living a variety of lives in others, clem
Uhclem: ok, alleged universe.
Nabby: Marching is fun to have
Stlouielou: Sumatra?...I just met ya?
Bunnyboy: BIG MYSTERY JOKE BOOK is the other.
st slade: I have no glossies of my left foot, but I remember liking the film
Mark: gazunhite
Uhclem: hmmm ... I may need to investigate myself
residualecho: And One is Nothing.
Nabby: Well said Tween
Cease: very well said, tween. everyone should have the cds
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Bunnyboy: And, this improved edition is a first-time transcript of EVERYTHING YOU KNOW IS WRONG!
DJTween: absolutely, cease
DJTween: kewl, Bunny :)
Bunnyboy: Whoops! Talkin' to my virtual TweenerRadio.
DJTween: lol
Nabby: Gotta czech out Profiles in Barbecue Sauce http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
Mark: Nice shootin stuff with you guys. 430 is close at hand. Must do another over rated subject . SLEEP. C- YA
DJTween: rest well, Mark
Nabby: Take care Mark
Cease: by mark
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from the DOMM Let’s Eat Broadcasts “THE DR. BEANBAG SHOW”- 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'
wall of science: but i like my crappy mp3s ripped from usenet, it's like listening to bad vinyl chopped up into 1s and 0s
DJTween: hehe WoS
Uhclem: Night. I won't slam down the keyboard.
Cease: more original firesign material that you would believe is in really shitty audio
st slade: Have a nice sleep, Time.
residualecho: "One, and his lovely consort, Zero!" -- Peter Bergman, in response to our business card, "Ones & Zeroes Surreal Estate"
residualecho: Happy landing, Mark
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood announces: "10:23 PM and late as usual, it's more sugar, just back from Chicago."
Dexter Fong: Hi more
Nabby: Binary space cadets like more sugar
Dexter Fong: Binary space cadets = one plebe, two brains
residualecho: Morse Science!
Cease: who ordered more sugar?
DJTween: Hi MS
Nabby: Leather thighs!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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
Bunnyboy: Oh, it's shimmying time again. Happy days, all!
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: by bun
||||||||| Bunnyboy leaves at 10:25 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: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Dexter Fong: You shake it Bunny
Cease: by measles
Nabby: Oh oh later BunnyB
||||||||| 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!"
residualecho: Sounds like a call to sweeten the mix!
Nabby: Wix mich was that
Cease: best food i've ever eated was a prawn dish at a restaurant called Mix in The Hotel in Vegas.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'weeze', just granted probation at 10:27 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTween: Hi weeze
Cease: squeeze?
Nabby: weezer beezer
Beet: Not Insane
DJTween: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm EST, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm EST
Nabby: Not insane!
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
weeze: Thats me a honky
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for 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
Cease: http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2011_02_01_archive.html
st slade: Need a squeeze, Weeze
Cease: at the bottom is my review of Mix. food as good as the firesign theatre
residualecho: All these ads are making me yearn for a Whiz in the fridge.
weeze: need more sugar
Cease: honkies, who never got the farm
Nabby: who doesn't
||||||||| "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!"
Nabby: Reflecty C
weeze: Never got the farm cause I'm back in the shadows again
Cease: no shadows, no light
Dexter Fong: I've seen Paree, you can't keep me down on the farm
Nabby: no smoke, no work
weeze: just hangin with artie choke
residualecho: Highly reflective photos at the top of the reviews, Cease
shoes for the dead: no smoke, no work
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| bob enters at 10:32 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Dexter Fong: No light, no Paree
Cease: in this book about the air farce i'm reading, they go by a library and one of them goes in, comes out with a bunch of books. why all the books, they ask him? no input no output he answered.
shoes for the dead: echo in here
Cease: very very very firesonian
Dexter Fong: Resid: Cat is the master of reflection
Nabby: ec--- -n here
residualecho: Goes in hear, must come out their
Dexter Fong: i- --re
shoes for the dead: ikerophone roblems
||||||||| "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!"
Nabby: their what though
Cease: yeah my main aesthetic interest the past 5 years has been reflections.
wall of science: w--t?
residualecho: Grelbner's disease
Nabby: nice subject C
Beet: is --is -icropho-- -orking
Dexter Fong: As I reflect back upon my life and times, I find it hard to see
Cease: half my blog posts are about some food i just ate, the others are images from recent photo trips.
Cease: both are aesthetic mountain climbing
DJTween: lol Dex
Nabby: cannabis amelio...eases symptoms, residual
residualecho: Thanks for snapping before it became food you just ate.
Dexter Fong: ..and some are images from recent food trips
Nabby: Dex lol
Cease: my eyes are deteriorating so i have to get the most of them while i still have them
||||||||| 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."
Dexter Fong: Thank you Darling Nabby
Nabby: the time flies just got back
Beet: same flies as before?
residualecho: Darned eyes, getting in the way of the artist's EYE
Dexter Fong: Black...OMG it's black fly season...take cover
residualecho: Wait, these flies may not be on the same side.
Nabby: same flies we have to launch them now (forward into the past)
Dexter Fong: Proctor is great in this bit
Nabby: Yepsk Dex
Dexter Fong: See me smile
Nabby: good stuff
shoes for the dead: it's all the same side, res
Cease: proc is not great in what?
Dexter Fong: Resid: They're moebius flies
Dexter Fong: DOn't start up Cat
residualecho: With The Firesign Theatre, there are no "B" sides.
Beet: constantly meeting themselves
Cease: sounds like a stones song, dex
Nabby: French flies?
Dexter Fong: Clap is just the "B" side of love
Cease: you know proc and mick were fucking the same woman in la? proc sat in on the goat head soup sessions
Beet: std side
Cease: one of my fave stones tunes, 100 years ago, may have had proc breathing in the background
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mary Ellen - dead from The Plague
||||||||| betty jo bialafski - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Mark - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Uhclem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| more sugar - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Dexter Fong: Cat: More 'Brown Sugar'?
residualecho: "This is the "B" side of our platter, sports fans, and I'm singing just for you, covered in sequins."
Nabby: Well that's very ...practical I suppose C
Beet: everyone's leaving
Dexter Fong: Elvis has entered the recording studio
Nabby: Those are his footprints right there
Cease: i met a girlfriend when we were dancing to that tune in a northern japanese city, dex
Dexter Fong: Beet: They left long ago, Reaper just clears the decks
wall of science: you kids and your gdamned 192/24 - we listened to FT in 32kbs or if we were lucky 64kbs mp3s stolen from usenet, shit vinyl rips from old cassettes, so much surface noise you'd think you were getting your teeth cleaned while listening to them... but we were damned glad to have 'em. take your gdamned compressed ipod shit and shove it, kiddo
Beet: Oh
Nabby: cool w of s
Dexter Fong: Wall: Well ranted, dear friend
Dexter Fong: +000
shoes for the dead: in a snowstorm too, wall!!
Nabby: Why can't I meet a gf in northern Japan dang!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Dexter Fong: +)))))
residualecho: We memorized the kaCHUNK of the 8 track amidst the clouds inside The Mystery Machine
Nabby: that's great
st slade: Nice Viv reference echo
||||||||| 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'
Beet: not bowing enough Nab?
Nabby: Perhaps!
Nabby: Maybe there's still time... If I get the treatments....
Dexter Fong: Today, thanks to the Hubble Telescope, we realize the "KaChunk" is only a colision between the galazy Hammond B3 and the KennyG galaxy
Cease: go teach english there, nabby. works for everybody. i was in a city inland a bit from the tsunami. thankfully
Nabby: They made me smoke it, honest
residualecho: My first FST album was warped, because it was a promotional copy only mailed to me by the Live Earl Jive because I won the dial-in on KYMS and then guessed which of 10 songs he had cued, and I guessed that it was "Do the Locomotion" by GFO, and I was right about the comet.
shoes for the dead: cosmic, Dex
Beet: If you marry Japanese, keep her there. Don't let her come to the U.S.
Nabby: *sigh* Yes C....I would, I wish....
Cease: you'd have to be a really really really lousy guy not to find a girlfirend in japan.
Dexter Fong: Beet: Right, she'll want to open another fucking Sushi Restaurant
Nabby: With Leslies?
Cease: we live in canada, beet.
Nabby: Who's Leslie?
Cease: we like to visit your country but that's it
Beet: Oh
residualecho: Some organs do leslie from time to time.
Dexter Fong: Beet: Secretely, Cat loves the US
Nabby: Of course he does
Cease: i lived in la from jan 56 to jan 69. that's why i know the firesings from their origins
Beet: The secret is out
Nabby: What was that?
Cease: thanks again, tween
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
Nabby: Thanks Dishnuts!
wall of science: solid
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!
Dexter Fong: Read those books Tweeny
Nabby: Thanks Kurt & Merle!
Beet: Fun chat, everyone. Thanks Tween. G'Nite, all
Cease: i lived in japan for most of the 70s and 80s. that doesnt make me japanese
Dexter Fong: You know which ones I speak of
wall of science: programmed anarchy
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
DJTween: lol Dex
DJTween: one of these days ;)
residualecho: I started listening to LA radio from the Nation State of Disneyland in 1965, and heard 'em on KPFK, KRLA, and KPPC.
Nabby: My my my my I must derez. Take care all & be groovy!
Dexter Fong: Tween: I know when I'm being stroked
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
wall of science: sect change, god i've started to memorize this one
Dexter Fong: Keep it up (please)
DJTween: it gets to, doesn't it WoS?
Cease: by nab
DJTween: *gets to you
wall of science: it is sinking in for sure
DJTween: Bye Nabby
||||||||| 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: hope we can Skype next week
Cease: resid, they had a show on sunday mornings on kmet in late 68
DJTween: Until last time, again...
residualecho: This is a show from the second tour I saw live
Dexter Fong: Thanks also to Merlyn who is AWOL tonight
wall of science: solid, jackson - out
st slade: I enjoyed my time here tonight. I might have ben more chatty if this wasn't the one release I don't own.
residualecho: I knew I'd left out a K.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is defenestrated just as the clock strikes 10:50 PM.
||||||||| DJTween rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's DJTween?! It's 10:51 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
Cease: slade, chat all you want.
Dexter Fong: Slade: Unless youre a really serious archivist, there are many shows you likely dont have, but come again....please
Cease: some of us are chattier than others, but whatever we feel like saying is usually said to an appreciative audience.
residualecho: The Mighty Met had the Credibility Gap doing the news, but it wasn't the first place I heard Doctor D.
Dexter Fong: Cat: Hear Here
residualecho: Wear Where?
Cease: dex.there are lots of shows even official archivist Taylor Jessen doesnt have, and its his job to find them.
Dexter Fong: Ware? were?
Dexter Fong: Cat: You bet, so let's get on him...er on them
Cease: i taped some of their original work but the tapes dissolved before they could be properly coppied
residualecho: Sounds like a John Cage performance in here.
Dexter Fong: Space ship Al sent a ton 'o video to Taylor
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| weeze - dead from measles
||||||||| bob - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
residualecho: Ephemerality--a virtue and a curse.
Cease: merl, doc tech and i each brought our dat machines to their seattle shows in 99 so we all have copies which doc turned into From teh Firezone cd from Lodestone
Cease: but that's irrelevant now, as are all my hour hour original recordings, thanks to DOMM
Cease: no resid. a fucking curfse
residualecho: Leaving us all in purfuit of happineff
Dexter Fong: Cat: WHile I understand why they cut out all the music from those shows, it would have been nice to hear the shows in their entirety
residualecho: Copywrong
Cease: i gave you tghe cds when i visited you 4 years ago, dex
Dexter Fong: patents protected
Dexter Fong: Cat: You did and muchas gracias
residualecho: WaltsDeadNow Enterprises
Cease: much grass is always better than less grass
Dexter Fong: He certainly is, patent pending
st slade: But are patients protected in the lawyers' hospital?
residualecho: Walt's not Frozen, he's in suspended animation.
Dexter Fong: Indeed Cat...went to a memorial service tonight for a omnivourous grass smoker named Doug Ireland
st slade: Medicinally, that is
Cease: there is a really good CBC show called The Nature of Things which is now airing a 4 part series called Wild Canada. Stunning nature photorgraphy
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
Cease: sorry to hear of his death
Dexter Fong: He was fairly well known as a progressive activist, political writer
st slade: If I take a screensaver of a silent exit, will anyone hear it?
Dexter Fong: Slade: We'll keep our ears peeled
residualecho: Not if it's J. Arthur Rank on Kicking the Gong Around in China Town
Dexter Fong: How about if it's Cab Calloway kicking the gong around with Minnie the Moocher
Cease: http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Principalpoop: back, I stopped and ate, you guys are still here
Dexter Fong: No...we're not
Cease: tonights episode is about "the heartland" where i'm from
Principalpoop: oops, my mistake, clones
Dexter Fong: Ventricle City, thats where I belong
Principalpoop: foulcault wrote about the nature of things, gets deep fast
st slade: I'm not here, and neither is my wife
Principalpoop: in cardiac county?
Dexter Fong: "someblody's" pendulum?
Dexter Fong: body's
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: here is or isnt
Dexter Fong: Schroedinger's cat
residualecho: Suffrajest CIty
Cease: good song
Principalpoop: he had a cat? i knew he had a blanket and piano
Dexter Fong: Suffer the jester to come unto me saith Bob Dylan
Cease: i'm nobody's cat
Dexter Fong: But every one's pussy
Principalpoop: did he tell that to the thief?
Dexter Fong: ruff
residualecho: saucer of milk?
Cease: not even
Dexter Fong: bottle of rye
Principalpoop: not even is odd
residualecho: Drink me! Smoke me!
Dexter Fong: gotta love one drink till the day that I die
Principalpoop: so bye bye miss american pie
residualecho: Businessmen wining again...
Cease: i have drank a lake of booze, smoked a forest of hemp
Principalpoop: fruit of the vine, when you gonna let me get sober?
Dexter Fong: I is Bidnessman, longing to be 'spensive
residualecho: Gosh darn that Putin, man
Dexter Fong: Putan, man
Principalpoop: i don't even know my real name
Dexter Fong: Prince
Dexter Fong: Your name is Prince
Cease: images of the praries are stunning on this show
Dexter Fong: Prince Al Poop
||||||||| Catherwood enters and asks "Is there anythynge you want? By that I mean Anythynge You Want To, Shakespeare's Lost paperback Comedie in pre-electronic book form!"
Principalpoop: oh thanks, and formerly?
residualecho: I taught him to package his own stool, and sell it as bags of great shit.
Dexter Fong: The Duke of Tords
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
Cease: but it's really Great shit, mrs presskey
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| wall of science - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
residualecho: Just what this country needs.
Dexter Fong: Turds
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Principalpoop: are you coming to colorado? remember to wear some flowers in your hair
st slade: I want a Thnge! That's a medieval orange and rectangular vehicle, right?
Dexter Fong: Okay dear friends, see y'all next week
||||||||| At 11:10 PM, Dexter Fong runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Principalpoop: might a;;
Principalpoop: night all, have a super week
Cease: off we flee
||||||||| 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!"
residualecho: It's not just any Thnge.
||||||||| Cease leaves to catch the 11:11 PM train to Funfun Town.
Principalpoop: i hope spring has spring where you are
||||||||| At 11:11 PM, Principalpoop dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
st slade: I can't sleep yet, they want more sugar!
residualecho: Little churds burped on every fornicating tree, and my sinuses have had just about enough of all their pollination.
residualecho: (It's ok, the judges are from California too)
residualecho: Wait, there's an Ice Cream Trucking, on Dutch Elm Street. I'll go get my nickel.
||||||||| residualecho departs at 11:16 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| 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 measles
||||||||| 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
betty jo bialafski
Bunnyboy
Captain Equinox
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTween
JoeBeets
lily
Mark
Nabby
Principalpoop
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
st slade
Uhclem
wall of science
weeze
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/801_(band
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=guab-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=phbd-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://seemrealland.blogspot.ca/2011_02_01_archive.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZgaMdysMzU&feature=kp
http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/
www.dishnuts.net
http://www.getlamp.com/
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow



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