A Firesign Chat
05/01/2014




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 May 01, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 6:36 AM downtown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving RedPillTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| It's 6:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| RedPillTweeny - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and announces "Announcing 'DJTween', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:04 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the sitting room...
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:16 PM and late as usual, it's uhClem, just back from Massachusetts."
||||||||| 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)'
DJTween: Hi clem
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (Little Feat) - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u (streaming server graciously provided by Radio Free Dishnuts - www.dishnuts.net)'
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:29 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood snorts derisively: "8:33 PM and late as usual, it's Heater Hooker Hellmouth, just back from Texas."
DJTween: Hi Heater
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: howdy
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: you were asking me about marillion recently, have never gotten into them - only familiar due to pete trewavas as bass player of transatlantic
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: is this waiting for columbus?
DJTween: Yeah, Waiting for Columbus
DJTween: fantastic live album
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: y, familiar with it from some radio play when it cam eout, but don't own it - need to pick it up
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies dude in through the front door at 8:45 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTween: Hi dude
DJTween: Yeah, WFC is one of my all-time favorite live albums
||||||||| "8:48 PM? 8:48 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Principalpoop should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Principalpoop enters and sits on the couch.
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: it did get the half-speed master / MFSL treatment, i'm wondering if anyone has done a 5.1 mix on it
||||||||| 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!"
DJTween: Hey PrincP
Principalpoop: hey there
DJTween: @ HHH - mmmm 1/2 Speed Master. I have a few of those
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 8:51 PM, dragging Mr. Bark Bark by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
DJTween: Hi doggie
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: i'm not a fan of vinyl, too much surface noise - but i do understand the intense drive to get the best possible sound out of the medium, whether it is analog or digital
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: bark bark?
Mr. Bark Bark: Arf Arf
DJTween: Vinyl has actually made quite a comeback
DJTween: New stuff being released on vinyl, as well as re-issues
DJTween: and there's always the laser turntable, if you don't like surface noise
Principalpoop: my ears are almost kaput anyway. I just need loud, and preferably I know the words already
DJTween: :/
DJTween: We're all getting old, aren't we P?
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:54 PM and late as usual, it's EWeston, just back from Funfun Town."
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: yes, very much aware of the revival, just prefer 1s/0s vs. dirty vinyl/pops crackles
DJTween: Hi EW
||||||||| Catherwood leads lily inside, makes a note of the time (8:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Hey Tween, shoes for industry this fine Maydayy
DJTween: Hey lili
DJTween: lily, even
lily: hail lords and ladies
Principalpoop: there is a lack of depth with digital, guitar strings also create surface noise, beyond the actual chord played, kinda sorta
DJTween: Don't know why I keep wanting to turn the y into an i
DJTween: Mayday it is!
EWeston: Whaddabout us lards
Principalpoop: oh it is may, K3wL happy may all
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes for industry!
DJTween: Maybe I should have decided to play All Hail Marx And Lennon
||||||||| 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: communism is dead, the best we can hope for is commielite
lily: good evening lards and turds
Principalpoop: hi lily
DJTween: lol
Principalpoop: i resemble that feces
lily: Hi Poop
EWeston: Keep them durn corn sweeteners outta our cominism
lily: it matters
Principalpoop: what matters?
EWeston: I'm deep frying even as we speak
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Merlyn close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 8:59 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
Merlyn: I'm eating
DJTween: Hey Merlyn
Principalpoop: hello M
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: all power to the people? does putin make us nostalgic for the good old days of soviet thuggery?
Principalpoop: bon ap
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and intones "Announcing 'st slade', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
EWeston: Merly Merly
DJTween: Hi slade
||||||||| 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 Beet disembarks at 8:59 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, May 01, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
Beet: LOUD AND CLEAR. Sounds great, Tween. Hello all.
EWeston: We're Beet again
st slade: Hi Tween, hello all
Beet: Hi Poop, EW
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: solid
Principalpoop: That is not a good old invastion with tanks and helicopters and stuff,
Principalpoop: it does sound great
EWeston: Some great bits on this album
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Cease', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:01 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
||||||||| shoes for the dead enters at 9:01 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Hat Pack Annex.
Principalpoop: ahhh, the early 70s
EWeston: Cease yowzer
shoes for the dead: Howdy all
Principalpoop: hello cah nah dah
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:01 PM, dragging Nabby by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this bozo?"
Principalpoop: shoes
Cease: hi
Principalpoop: and nabby
EWeston: Jello Ranggoon!
Beet: These were a great return to classic Firesign thought patterns
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes for industry, it's mayday
Beet: Hi Cease
Nabby: Jello!
EWeston: Tweenies got a little echo on him
Beet: Hi Nab
Cease: keep on beeting
||||||||| 9:03 PM: Dexter Fong 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!"
Beet: take a beeting every day
Cease: nabbing
Cease: fonging
Nabby: Yes it is
EWeston: Protect them from the Giant Space Bunnies
Beet: Gi Dex
||||||||| Catherwood escorts DadSir2U into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:03 PM, then departs.
Principalpoop: speaking of sincere and funny, heeeeeres fong
Nabby: Love this stuff
Beet: Read "Hi"
Principalpoop: oh dad sir 2 me
DJTween: Wow, that reviewer needs a remedial English lesson or two
EWeston: Read goon books
||||||||| 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!"
Dexter Fong: Howdy all
||||||||| Catherwood enters with 4d3fect close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:04 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the anteroom.
Nabby: go DO
||||||||| 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: Hi Dex
Nabby: And hi all!
DadSir2U: bombs away
Cease: all heil firesign
Dexter Fong: Darling Nabby
EWeston: Its your Kama
4d3fect: what have you done to my fonts?
DJTween: Hi 4d3
shoes for the dead: hail too
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” - 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 >> (this recording is temporarily out of print)'
4d3fect: Gah, back soon
Nabby: Oh darlin'
EWeston: Hail and rain, forever
||||||||| 4d3fect leaves to catch the 9:05 PM train to Hellmouth.
shoes for the dead: Heil makes microphones
||||||||| Catherwood escorts 4d3fect into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, grumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
Nabby: Another uprising
Beet: belch
DJTween: Even though these are independent bits from the NPR series, it really can be listened to as an album
EWeston: Geaven makes earpods
Nabby: Greets Tween
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:06 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs 4d3fect by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
DJTween: Hey Nabby
shoes for the dead: eat it alorange
Nabby: get the suits
Mr. Bark Bark: My iron lung is working again!
EWeston: Hazmat is on the way
DJTween: breating can be useful
Beet: so called "awake"
Principalpoop: do you have a cast iron stomach and brass balls too?
Nabby: Beat St. Jack
Nabby: haha
Beet: an all-metal alimebtary
DJTween: Hey Dexter
DJTween: wonder where cease is
Dexter Fong: Hi Tweeny
Nabby: Click __here__ now
EWeston: How's the market for forged iron stomach's?
||||||||| "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!"
Dexter Fong: He's up on the roster
DJTween: Aha, I missed the cat creep in
Principalpoop: canada, i think
Cease: you start, you cease
DJTween: Hey Cease
Dexter Fong: SECOND PLACE AFTER Bee
Mr. Bark Bark: Got them from my friend Mohamet. Did a grand job on my ankles.
Dexter Fong: t
Nabby: three prong monte
Cease: i used this in several of my firesign radio plays, if they're ever played
lily: kank;ets
Cease: i struggle to avoid swear words
DJTween: What would you like me to play, Cease?
Cease: hi lily
Nabby: choice DO
Principalpoop: alimentary my dear ahh watson
Nabby: TIPS
||||||||| 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."
lily: hi cease
Mr. Bark Bark: Nairobi, ma'am, isn't everybody?
Cease: in what context, tween?
Cease: fiesign stuff? how about something most people don't know, like Power
DJTween: I meant a suggestion for one of your plays
Nabby: hi lily
Cease: or are you talking about my work with the guys
Beet: Hello to NSA as usual
EWeston: Warf?
Nabby: limbaugher stinx
lily: Hi Babby
Beet: Greetings Lil
lily: Nabby ugh
DJTween: I was going to play Power when Proctor showed up for an interview, but I haven't heard anything back. He's been really busy
Nabby: mutt & smutt
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: anyone here listening in for the nsa tonight?
||||||||| 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: i dont know about y'all but i find short hair downright unaesthetic
lily: typooooooooooooooos
||||||||| 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!"
Nabby: teehee lily
DJTween: Will play Power next week. Thanks for the suggestion
Beet: The infinite warehouse of Mutt & Smutt
Nabby: indeed beet
Cease: unfortunatetly it gets too warm here to drive without hair in my face so i submitted to my yearly haircur a few minutes ago.
Principalpoop: sorry, george harrison lookalike from the cover of all things must pass hehe
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
DadSir2U: I think the nsa playoffs are happening
||||||||| 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 maryjo disembarks at 9:13 PM.
EWeston: Sneeze raise your rightleg and flee the country
Cease: i am so ugly it creates a new category of ugliness, but at least i will be able to see the students i give awards to tomorrow morning
lily: my hair is past my waist just like my boobs
Beet: racist coaches?
DJTween: Hi MJ
Mr. Bark Bark: I went to the NSA playoffs once, and a war broke out!
DJTween: lol lily
Nabby: Greetings
Principalpoop: standing up or lying on your back or both?
DadSir2U: but they heard every word
Nabby: haha lily
Cease: the 15th annual Monique Ishikawa award for an essay competiion by first year Japanese language students.
||||||||| 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!"
lily: gravity takes itss toll
Cease: bark, they tend to do that
Nabby: splat!
Principalpoop: I shaved my beard and discovered I am working on a second chin...
DJTween: gravity takes what's toll?
Mr. Bark Bark: Once, I had a secret war... that lived, within the heart of me...
Nabby: i got lost in my own beard once
Principalpoop: toll house cookies, oh yum
shoes for the dead: is it working yet, Poop?
EWeston: No it grabs the troll, and heads for the tree line
||||||||| "9:16 PM? 9:16 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Stlouielou should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Stlouielou enters and sits on the couch.
Cease: http://moniqueishikawa.com/
Nabby: troll house cookies
Principalpoop: 2nd chin or 2nd adams apple, I will have to wait and see
lily: troll briges the gap
Beet: I just had a thought (it happens) that Firesign is kind of a sonic equivalent to Mad Magazine.
Cease: the winning essayist has to riff on what she or he has learned from this website.
Cease: hi st louiey
DJTween: Hi louie
EWeston: Never take a shroom from a troll
Stlouielou: Ola Amigos!
Mr. Bark Bark: Deputy Dan has no friends
Nabby: don't be gruff lily
Principalpoop: meet me in st louie, stewy
Beet: Hey St Louie
shoes for the dead: or a troll from a shroom
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mmmm solid hellmouth reference
Nabby: hey sll
lily: billy goats are not my thing
Mr. Bark Bark: Don't come to St. Louie-- it's freezing!
Stlouielou: If your rollin' I'm smokin'
EWeston: Sounds interesting cease
Cease: loo is brit for toilet, i believe. eee is japanese for very good. so the name of the city is really saint really good toilet.
Cease: much better than what LA was actually named
DJTween: Cold in May, Bark?
EWeston: Banishing trolls is hard
Stlouielou: your not shitin'!
Mr. Bark Bark: Now you know... the rest of the story: The Arch is just a modernistic representation of a toilet seat with the lid up.
Nabby: how about herman goats?
lily: so des ne
DJTween: scent toilet?
Principalpoop: the original name of roanoke was Saltlick, believe or don't
Nabby: happy "harry"
Beet: built by guys of course
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: shoes!
lily: hermans are good for something
Cease: tween, you asked me what i wanted you to play. you mean from my stuff or firesign or what?
Principalpoop: what could that mean?
Mr. Bark Bark: Raising Caine.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
shoes for the dead: boing ho dung
Cease: industry. death
EWeston: Trap a herman and interogate hiz ass
Nabby: zing!
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the liner notes for “ALL THINGS FIRESIGN” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
Nabby: bong!
Beet: Always read "Choose" for "Shoes"
Cease: this is so well produced its' scaryu
EWeston: Cough
Principalpoop: General Goatheart
Mr. Bark Bark: God Bless you, General Goatheart.
Nabby: gong!
Beet: real gong
Principalpoop: pyoo pyoo
Cease: taling scary, i had a crab cake this afternoon that was so good i thought i'd entered another dimension of crab wonder
Stlouielou: Ghost Goat
||||||||| 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: shoes do not sleep
EWeston: Played by J Arther Rank
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: mayday!
lily: goat tea
Cease: did yall see ossman on facebook recently? apparent a new book.
Cease: wish somebody would show up here and tell us
Nabby: Phase goat
EWeston: Diaper surprise
Nabby: devilish goat tea?
lily: yum
EWeston: Its run off
Nabby: they're in everbody's eggs
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: lol, culturally
Principalpoop: peppermint goat tea
lily: and don't forgethe little goatlet caes
Nabby: salters and miners
Nabby: aww goatlet cakes just like grammy used to
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:23 PM, dragging dmc by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this idiot?"
EWeston: Sofa mine claim analist
DJTween: Hi dmc
Nabby: ew!
Nabby: I mean EW!
Cease: sounds like a drug
Principalpoop: stay away from my clam
Stlouielou: run,,,it's dmc
EWeston: He's intense
DJTween: ew, EW!
Nabby: zactly
Mr. Bark Bark: He used to be in wigwams, but it got to be too much.
Principalpoop: phew, that was close
lily: two tense
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| maryjo - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: i just read Shell Shocked by the turtle dude. major revelation, violently anti-dope zappa actually got stoned with flo and eddy 3 times.
DJTween: cease got his wig wammed
shoes for the dead: makes a twenty
Nabby: pup tense
Stlouielou: I made an air pocket a few minutes ago....phew
EWeston: Set phazers to anialate
Cease: also that flo and eddy were asked to be the singers in steely dan cuz friend fagan hated his voice
dmc: hey, how come nobody laughs at my posts. like the pic of jerry brown and wife in his old plymouth? 'forward into the past" i think it's funny ass shit
Nabby: ill bet you did sll
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
DJTween: hadn't heard that, cease
Cease: now i'm finishing fagan;s autobi, emminent hipsters
Nabby: interesting C
shoes for the dead: rub his belly, Nabby
DJTween: Flo & Eddie were from The Turtles, right?
Beet: hehe
Cease: no shit
Stlouielou: I saw Flo and Eddie a few times...amazing
Principalpoop: to and fro
||||||||| 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: wubba
EWeston: From Portland as well
Mr. Bark Bark: In cyberspace, nobody can hear you laugh,
lily: HAHA
Nabby: wubba
Cease: the intro is by pen gilette, proctor friend.
Mr. Bark Bark: See?
Stlouielou: Si Turtles Zappa T-rex
Nabby: well yeah
Cease: pen says he is inspired to never smoke dope because his hero zappa never smoked dope. whoops
shoes for the dead: Mudshark!
Stlouielou: I smoke enough for both of them
EWeston: Which ever one showed up in her underwear, was wrong
Cease: pen and teller, adrift in a cloud of good dope
Cease: we wont see that
lily: I smoke salmaon
Mr. Bark Bark: That's why I never listened to Zappa.
dmc: it's penn, btw
EWeston: I smoke Samoans
||||||||| At 9:28 PM, dmc vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:28 PM and dmc steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Cease: but teller's new version of the tempest, my fave shakespeare play, music by tom waits, is making me wish i were in vegas seeing it now
Beet: do they object?
Principalpoop: pennsylvania station 456
dmc: it's penn btw
Nabby: http://youtu.be/Y2hiDYE5Qdw
lily: nothing like a good smoker
EWeston: Its usually good stuff, so not so far
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: pardon me boy
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and announces "Announcing 'Elayne', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:29 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the Aviary...
Stlouielou: nice on nabby
Cease: is there a bad smoker, lily?
EWeston: Soon as I'm elected governor, sure
dmc: forward into the past
Elayne: May Day! May Day! Happy May Day, everyone!
Principalpoop: hi E
lily: nah
Cease: are you the chattanooga choo choo?
Nabby: Elayne hi
shoes for the dead: Hey E
Stlouielou: Elayne
EWeston: Happy May and a harfday
Beet: Are they having a parade in the Kremlin
Cease: wow. it's el
lily: cino de uno
Beet: Hi E
Elayne: We are through with busy season, and I'm three Guinnesses to the wind!
Nabby: is that the cat that chewed your new shoes
Principalpoop: maya de uno
DJTween: Hey E
Elayne: Now I get to relax and do my self-eval for four days before my main boss returns.
Mr. Bark Bark: Cino de Uno was a great movie house in Capri
Stlouielou: pappa oo mow mow
Elayne: And maybe, just maybe, have lunch with Dex.
Nabby: where's the feel-good in that?
DJTween: Elayne is quite a stout lady this evening
Principalpoop: nice pants
EWeston: Ahuuma wacka
Elayne: Tween, I keep forgetting how dehydrated alcohol makes me.
Cease: you drink enough in a year to make me filled with thirst in a daily visit, el
Mr. Bark Bark: Those are my legs
Nabby: Jack's back
DJTween: Yes E, it does do that
Elayne: 'Tis true, Cat, a
EWeston: Shavem
Elayne: I'm not really a drinker.
Principalpoop: i saw that on the news too, just as water
Cease: i will celebrate my 43rd anniversary with alcholhism in a few monthes el
Mr. Bark Bark: Shavem's in the fall, isn't it?
dmc: wheres the guy that started this
DJTween: actually, alcohol is a bad way to quench your thirst on a hot day
Nabby: I drink only at weddings and funerals
Stlouielou: and I don't like cocaine...just like the way it smells
Cease: 48th anniversary as a firesigncolic
Mr. Bark Bark: You came back!
Cease: i agree st llulois. fuck coke
DJTween: lol louie
EWeston: You fogot the wakeway season
Cease: someone marryies and dies every day, nabby
Nabby: but I'm winning
DJTween: good point, cease ;)
Stlouielou: I found maxwell house...same buzz and $99 dollars left in my pocket
Beet: sometimes simultaneously
Nabby: Coke is the Real Thing
Mr. Bark Bark: Even when we all get swept up to Shibboleth.
Nabby: good point C
shoes for the dead: and it's allways five o'coock somewhere
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Nabby: superduperpower
Nabby: It sure is
Mr. Bark Bark: Tomdalay is a very popular girl's name, these days.
Beet: The Oligargic States of America
Cease: when the cops woke me up to tell me my daughter had just been slaughtered, i said i don't believe it. but someone dies in the news every day ms. cop told me. it has to be someboyd
dmc: forward
shoes for the dead: Snakes
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: that's a lot of shite
||||||||| 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!"
Cease: lots of sunnis too, hellmouth
Principalpoop: fecal matter
Nabby: What's brown and sounds like a bell?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: (no comment)
Mr. Bark Bark: Mostly von Bulow's.
Beet: Oh Shit, what was that word I was looking for?
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: dung!
Nabby: HHH
Principalpoop: may I propose, poop?
Stlouielou: carp
Cease: it must be in your ass, beet
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: i remember that from monty python
EWeston: Collin passer
Nabby: this is a great bit
Nabby: yepsk HHH ya got me
Beet: You're right, Cease!
Cease: poop, do you take dung shit to be your lawful weaded turd
Principalpoop: scatological references are inappropriate you dick wads
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: haa
Nabby: lol
lily: wads of dick like wads of cash?
EWeston: Wealded fecals is much better
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: does it offend the nsa monitors?
||||||||| 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: to hold forever, oh my
shoes for the dead: like hard cash?
Nabby: I'd like to say hi to the NSA and how's Elvis?
Stlouielou: Welded Fecals...is the name of my new band
lily: yeh
EWeston: Cropoliths rule!
Beet: the nsa can't say of course
Nabby: good name
Mr. Bark Bark: No such anus.
Nabby: of course
||||||||| 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!"
Stlouielou: post toasties was taken
Cease: jays just took lead against kansas cify with rasmus homer
EWeston: You have a unque physiology
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uhClem - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: virtually free....
shoes for the dead: what about the pre- toasties/
Principalpoop: the elite are the elite for a reason, look at the owner of the clippers...
Nabby: oh oh they're back
Mr. Bark Bark: They're shot from cannons.
Cease: which clem:
Cease: poop, what does that mean?
lily: o we have to
EWeston: Stuufed into bunkers
Stlouielou: the pre fab poasties were great...Stig was my favorite
Nabby: pigs tinklin
Principalpoop: i'd rather not too
Beet: I want a complete inventory from Mutt & Smut's store
Cease: elites are inherently racist? i dont think so
Nabby: scary party goodies!
Stlouielou: till he hooked up with the asian Plamyra Delran
Principalpoop: I meant psychotic
Cease: the elite's only priority is to remain in power. fuck everything else.
Mr. Bark Bark: Just the truss-fund beanies. Sheltered pups, you know.
Nabby: eat the elite
Beet: Inherently Plantation thinkers
Nabby: burp
shoes for the dead: sounds like a car, Louie
Cease: beet, that would be too funny to reveal
Nabby: neon knockers in slime
lily: splunge
Stlouielou: bloddy squit fish...another good name
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: A lot of insecurity in that population, crasy as it seems
Mr. Bark Bark: And guess who's turn it is now?
Cease: not mine, bark
Nabby: arf
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: this release isn't in print anymore, is it?
Mr. Bark Bark: Hey, don't go in there, it's got a flashing red light!
EWeston: Where's that sexbot?
Beet: I is a PROFESSIONAL slave now
Principalpoop: life, stranger than fiction, believe it or don't
EWeston: Too infinity, and beyond!
Nabby: out of stock - laugh.com
Cease: lol weston
Principalpoop: red drawf on drugs
lily: it takes alot of friction for life
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: bummer, thanks for checking
Cease: beyond infinity. must the the anti-unverse republicans live in
Nabby: np
EWeston: Listen must have
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
EWeston: Lister
Nabby: PiBS is the bomb
DJTween: The certainly did good hiring these guys for a bit :)
Principalpoop: oh nsa, she said bomb
DJTween: lol
lily: is that why there are so many sink holes
shoes for the dead: Lister the cow tipper
Nabby: I wonder if they ever had any idea whatsoever what was going on
Nabby: always tip cows well
Cease: this is too time sensitve
Stlouielou: tipper?...I hardley knew her?
EWeston: Hu am they anyway
Nabby: i don't miss tipper much
DJTween: It think it was meant to be contemporary, cease
Cease: why would anyone today wish to know who sex and the city stars were in the their zeitgesit second?
DJTween: Remember, this was done as part of NPR's main news show
EWeston: Dad tiped a few out houses
Principalpoop: the miami terrorists group could not figure out how to rob a shoe store, the fbi game them boots
Stlouielou: she gave me global warming...in my pants
Nabby: indeed Tween
DJTween: hehe P
Nabby: with oysters in em
Cease: yes tween. nprf knew they had an audience that could be hustled
Nabby: the indian piece that NPR passed on
DJTween: and this is the one NPR wouldn't play, because they said it made no sense
Cease: this is not my fave version of this
DJTween: well put, Nabby
Nabby: Thanksgiving show
Heater Hooker Hellmouth: lol
shoes for the dead: cept for this "inconprehensible" stuff...........
Mr. Bark Bark: Does it conform to my illusion of myself?
Principalpoop: garrison keller npr fans may have just been confused hehe
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 9:49 PM, dragging Merlyn_LeRoy by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
lily: schwetty balls
||||||||| Merlyn_LeRoy aka 'The Reaper' has killed off Merlyn at 9:49 PM
Cease: tween, the koch brothers have vast control over that
Nabby: What did they say? inscrutable? incomprehensible? something like that
DJTween: Hi LeRoy
Principalpoop: snl, cooties
Mr. Bark Bark: Magic Merlyn
Merlyn_LeRoy: fake clone
lily: sorry npr
Principalpoop: what would a real clone look like?
Cease: as you know from the firesign playbook, j edgar hoover considerfed firesign the most dangerous folks in the states. mafia was a minor threat compared to them
DJTween: The Koch Brothers control NPR?
EWeston: Check your genes at the door
Nabby: is that simulated do you suppose
Stlouielou: don't go eatin' my heart...great tune
Mr. Bark Bark: The only real clone is a dead clone
Principalpoop: stimulated
DJTween: >> Cease: as you know from the firesign playbook, j edgar hoover considerfed firesign the most dangerous folks in the states. mafia was a minor threat compared to them << which say much about the people who are 'protecting' our country
Nabby: zap very stimulating
Beet: Koch big sponsor on PBS
shoes for the dead: simulcasted
Cease: npr/pbs. yes, tween.
Nabby: bong!
DJTween: *says much
DJTween: didn't know that, Beet
EWeston: As Wierd Al, said you can send yourself out for pizza
Principalpoop: I doubt they contribute to bill moyers show hehe
Cease: zappa's sort of point was you cant be a successful revolutoinary/musician if you're stoned cuz then you wouldnt know what you were doing.
Nabby: weeeelll
Stlouielou: sniffin' Koch
lily: uneducated eggtacators
DJTween: or Frontline, for that matter
Cease: what i learned from the book was that frank didnt realy beiieve that
EWeston: Prededicator all
Nabby: eggs acktly lily
Mr. Bark Bark: I didn't WANT to know what I was doing.
Nabby: Alien vs Prededicator
Beet: http://www.pbs.org/ombudsman/2013/05/david_koch_and_pbs_the_odd_couple.html
Cease: ok, i just read Shell Shocked by flo and eddy guy, then Eminent HIpsters by Fagan, watched From Byrds to EAgles a bbc show on the air somewhere, etc.
EWeston: With the Predeterminator playing cleanup
Cease: lots of info about the same folks
Cease: but form different perspectives
Cease: austinis a neighbour of mrs zappa. or mrs invention as he calls her
DJTween: a good mix of perspectives, cease
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dmc - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Elayne - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Stlouielou: I never mix my perspectives
Nabby: Beat St. Nick
Beet: 'Bye Elayne
Cease: by el
shoes for the dead: blitzem
lily: I mix metaphores
Beet: A Typewriter
Mr. Bark Bark: If you read the warning notes, you'll see you can't mix some perspectives.
||||||||| The TV flickers on, and Ralph Spoilsport appears: "How can you drive in two places at once when you don't have a genuine Ralph Spoilsport license plate frame? Get one for your car and one for the plate in your head!"
EWeston: Multiple perspectives can be cool, usually archetectural as well
Cease: tween, what did you mean when you asked me what to play?
Principalpoop: yes, be circumspect
lily: everthings bluff sir
Cease: metawhores would be too sloppy
Stlouielou: I used to know a girl that had Multiple perspectives
EWeston: Not buff yet eh?
DJTween: @ cease - which of your plays with FST people might like to hear
||||||||| 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."
lily: well I can play the partof the whore
Cease: where's my muff?
Principalpoop: careful or you get stuff dripped on the camera lens
Mr. Bark Bark: This is giving me an elevation.
DJTween: The Case Of The Missing Muff
Stlouielou: and a altitude too
lily: raising the dead
Cease: lily, have you heard my plays with the firesigns? i've used many chatters
Nabby: He said the "C" word
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Ahmed inside, makes a note of the time (9:58 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Ronnie Duddly, is it you, finally?
DJTween: @ cease - how about posting the link for the folks?
lily: no cease wher would I find that?
DJTween: Hi Ahmed
Cease: http://seemreal.com/
Beet: They loved W
Nabby: Ahmed
Principalpoop: ahem ahmed
EWeston: Glued to their seats by M
Cease: hey ahmed. wanna check my ankule?
Nabby: couch locked
Mr. Bark Bark: I didn't know you played, Cease!
Nabby: kachunk
Stlouielou: WTF says I'm in miami...lol...boy did they get a wrong number
Ahmed: not your froggy little native boy
Stlouielou: nino
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
lily: ok I am out to read some stuff luv yas have a great one
Mr. Bark Bark: You are now, STLL
||||||||| "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: Y-tookie!
EWeston: But what do we do with these leather aprons?
Principalpoop: ciao lily
Stlouielou: I read a book once...didn't care for it
EWeston: Bu by Lily
Nabby: gbye lily
Cease: the first three plays, an infinite trilogy, come from when i was involved with the great apes movement. ossman was also involved with this and we exchanged material from our work in 95-96
shoes for the dead: see ya lily
||||||||| 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."
Ahmed: try running through the fields by the sea-o...
EWeston: A book read me once, but it remained unsatisfied
Nabby: what kind of man reads playboy
Principalpoop: just the braile version
EWeston: Onan Winkie Dink
shoes for the dead: came in a box
Cease: phil austin was so appalled by my lousy acting, he demanded to star in my next, long play neal amid as neal cassidy. austin can act. i know the word act is the dictionary
Ahmed: let's be 2003 NOW -- and this time let's get it right!
Stlouielou: haven't we all?
EWeston: Left in a barrel
Nabby: http://youtu.be/34LPGEICAQs
Beet: Great collection
Nabby: Great collection
Beet: Great minds
Nabby: jinx beet
Principalpoop: walking the dog, brb
Nabby: have fun pp
||||||||| 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!"
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Beet: Is there a place to find a list of upcoming releases from the boys?
Nabby: Isn't there a new book happening?
DJTween: The newer stuff is all available from the Firesale Store
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** New Firesign book “MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH” now available at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
Mr. Bark Bark: Right here, darling, right here. Now, don't be nervous, I won't bite...
Beet: I have heard some speak about video?
Ahmed: bringing the war back home in shopping bags
DJTween: They have some video releases, including Weirdly Cool
Cease: beet, the website would tell you. taylor jessen updates in all media when necessarfy
EWeston: And body bags
Cease: tween, many and more coming
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
Nabby: yay taylor!
Cease: indeed, nabby
shoes for the dead: he woks again..............
Cease: osman told me (merlyn was there too) that the remaining guys want all their stuff released
EWeston: With super saturated fat
Nabby: wonderful
Cease: dont know it thats still true but that's what he told me 2 years ago
Rufus_T_Firetween: Weirdly Cool (PBS Video Play) - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wc-ln
Cease: some some bak choy, shoes.
Nabby: lol
Cease: have a mushroom. hallucinate having more than one
Ahmed: Regnad Kcin
Rufus_T_Firetween: Weirdly Cool is definitely something you want in your collection. FST on stage for PBS, doing lots of the classic bits
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| lily - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: indeed, tween
Rufus_T_Firetween: I don't know if there is a central location for all the videos
Beet: I saw it when it first aired. I have the DVD too. Great show
Cease: well worth the bucks
Rufus_T_Firetween: Merlyn do you know if there is a central page for all the available FST videos?
Cease: yes merl will know. it's his job. but whether he is here or not is not know
Cease: known
Cease: known by me
Ahmed: how does he make his voice do that?
Cease: only a theoretical realtiy.
DadSir2U: thanks for the pomegranates
Cease: i thought they were breasts
EWeston: Thank the elevator boy
shoes for the dead: reality IS just a theory
Mr. Bark Bark: I was doing a thought-experiment on myself the other day, but then someone came in the door.
EWeston: It has too much hair
Cease: if it were not, we would not need firesign, shoes
Nabby: did someone say breasts?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
Nabby: of toast?
Mr. Bark Bark: Yup
Principalpoop: yes, show us your tits
shoes for the dead: snikker
EWeston: Loin of bodice
shoes for the dead: tastes like Pork
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Firesign T-shirts, coffee mugs and other goodies now available at >> http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
EWeston: Chewy
Principalpoop: no anchovies
Mr. Bark Bark: He doesn't look any older...
Cease: mmm. loin
Nabby: the little flat things
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** FIRESALE STORE Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
EWeston: Pectorals?
Principalpoop: loin greene, on Bo nan za
Mr. Bark Bark: CD's?
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “School For Actors” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - you can buy Box Of Danger at >> http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765'
Ahmed: what about dem?
DJTween: drat! forgot to change the banner again
shoes for the dead: what about dose
EWeston: An does...ok a deer a female deer, but really!
Cease: the best japanese food is tonkatsu, deep fried loin of pork. nothingbetter in this world
Principalpoop: drat? no more wc fields movies for tween
DJTween: hehe
Nabby: the soft underbelly
DJTween: gosh bedaniel!
EWeston: His drat has a draft
Principalpoop: squeeze him right there, maybe he will pass another
Beet: thought it was Godfrey
Nabby: that's thumb lighter
Principalpoop: a gourd skirt
shoes for the dead: what?
EWeston: Totally hides any profile
Principalpoop: it is it
Beet: Existential, anyone?
Nabby: love is strange
Principalpoop: and it stinks, if done correctly
EWeston: No I just put one out
shoes for the dead: is it?
Cease: oo, jays winning. for once
Nabby: love stinques
EWeston: Ann Elk's fabled theory
Cease: 7-3 over KC
Principalpoop: the tongue is in the tale
Mr. Bark Bark: "Small at one end, very large in the middle, and very small at the other end."
DJTween: I love that Python skit, Bark
EWeston: Brain bleach Stat
DJTween: "It is my idea. What it is."
Principalpoop: blue jays defeating kentucky fried chickens, super
Ahmed: Don't dally!
EWeston: The theory, which is mine. Mine mine mine, you hear?
Nabby: gotta go, would someone please open the bomb bay doors?
Principalpoop: or dawdle
Nabby: good to see you all
Principalpoop: ciao nabby
Dexter Fong: Night Nabby
Nabby: have a great n groovy weekend
Mr. Bark Bark: Good luck in the Derby!
shoes for the dead: by Nabby
Beet: G'Nite Nab
EWeston: Bombay doors swinging and open baby
Cease: kansas city assholes
||||||||| 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: far out, i can dig it, it is it
Cease: by naby. keep on nabby]
Cease: jhi poop
EWeston: Your shovel is near sighted
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Stlouielou - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| DadSir2U - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: jahalai
Nabby: PS: Thanks Tween!
Cease: i can barely see
Beet: louie be gone
Principalpoop: houston, we have lost st louis
Dexter Fong: DadSir Too gone
DJTween: You're very welcome, Nabby :)
EWeston: Radar sense failing!
Cease: louie the last
Beet: Glenn Miller
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my, look at the time-- I'm going to be late for my bridge club! Bye, all!
Principalpoop: woof
DJTween: Bye Bark
EWeston: Spidy sense mutating, again.
Dexter Fong: Gruff
Cease: fagan book tribute to boswell sisters mentions glen miller as one of their arrangers
Beet: Bark begone too
||||||||| "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!"
shoes for the dead: club that bridge, Bark!
EWeston: Warf on boyo
Cease: am i the only person here who actually knows david ossman?
DJTween: never met any of them
EWeston: I met him and Juith once at their home. Good folks
Principalpoop: define person, and knows, and the other words too please
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
||||||||| New notice: 'Thanks to Radio Free Dishnuts, that’s www.dishnuts.net, for providing the streaming server for the simulcast. Be sure to join me (Kurt in Austin) for my live Radio Free Roadkill show from 6-8pm EST every Sunday at www.dishnuts.net, and visit my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
shoes for the dead: just to sign a pic, Cease
Principalpoop: ciao weston
Cease: too bad, tween. you should have come to their seatle shows with tiny dr. tim and all of us in the picture
EWeston: Shall we start with one sylable word, or get tricky?
DJTween: That would have been cool :)
EWeston: Bye Pooper, stay regular
Cease: ok, here's what happ[ened to me. i was a dj in ottawa in 69. me and a girlfiend went to la and saw firiesgn at new years eve show.
Principalpoop: you put the em phas sis on the wrong si lab all
Ahmed: THe part of Peggy played by Clyde Tolson
Cease: girlefirend had great hash. one of the phils passed me a joint which we both partook of than passed to the nezxt phil
EWeston: David came from an acting seminar, and juith was preping a dinner for a chief. they were quite buzy
Cease: i think their show was negarively impacted by how stoned weall wre. taj mahal was the best thig on the bill by faR
EWeston: Is that si lab on the loose again?
||||||||| At 10:34 PM, Principalpoop scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Cease: that;s 45 tears ago. i'd be happy to die with that memory
Cease: thanks again, tween
shoes for the dead: Thanke Tween!!
Dexter Fong: Thanks Tweeny
Ahmed: Evenin;, all
Beet: This was fun. Thanks, Tween. Nite all.
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
DJTween: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
||||||||| Ahmed says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, Ahmed exits at 10:36 PM.
EWeston: A bettern a good E nuff show
DJTween: :)
Cease: i have looked forward to being here every thursday since the first one. 1995
EWeston: Bye all till next week, or millinium
||||||||| EWeston says "Catherwood, call me a cab." After the obvious joke, EWeston exits at 10:37 PM.
Dexter Fong: Night EW
DJTween: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTween leaves at 10:38 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..."
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween is forcibly ejected just as the clock strikes 10:38 PM.
Dexter Fong: ,,,and until
||||||||| "Hey Dexter Fong!" ... Dexter Fong turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:39 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Cease: off we drift
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:39 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Merlyn_LeRoy by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| Around 10:39 PM, Cease walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Heater Hooker Hellmouth - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Nabby - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mudhead in through the front door at 10:44 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Mudhead: Ahh, the balls on that one
Mudhead: Am I too late?
Mudhead: *sigh*
||||||||| 10:54 PM -- Mudhead left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Beet - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| st slade - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Tobar close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:20 PM tree-stunting plans, and hurries off to the Aviary.
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) enters at 11:20 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Chapeau Manger.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Hello my Dear Ones!
Tobar: Never point a robot toward the sun.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): You might be interested to know that Flathead and I are hard at work at our greatest adventure yet! You'll see!
Tobar: Thay call everybody sugar....
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tobar, I must say that I appreciate the advice. The last time I pointed a robot toward the sun I got a brutal sunburn on my wink!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Oops! Winky!
Tobar: Never give a robot gum.
Tobar: And never go out without your charger card!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): And yet more excellent advice, Toby! I remember the time --the last time-- I gave Jeremy Bentham a wad of gum! Never again!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, I'm not sure about your "charger card." Sounds rather occult to me, but I intend to get to the bottom of this!
Tobar: Relax, let the air out of your shoes.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Where are you, Phil Austin? Where are you?
Tobar: Together we can make enough noise to keep the wolves away!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Thanks again, Tobar! I let the air out.
Tobar: Clothes B clothesmo!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Does anyone know where Phil (Philip) Austin is at the moment!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Phil, you are from Denver, is that not correct?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Your house should be made a Denver landmark. If not, why not?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Philip, talk to me!
Tobar: What was 5 is 2 what was 2 is 1 and what was 1 is nothing. Ok?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): The last time I saw Phil Austin, his pants didn't fit as in "Everything you know is Wrong."
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): We need to buy Phil pants.
Tobar: I'm the guy with the press pass!
||||||||| 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!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Dear Tobar, I see your press pass: that's why it's flat!
Tobar: After 10 years paint it brown.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Lord Kitchener would agree with you, Toby!
Tobar: Oh, Afghanistan!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Tell me, Toby, do you know what adorns "Toby Trees."
Tobar: Live in the future! Join the expectant crowd gathering now.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): ?
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Eckhart Tolle would not appreciate your move to the future! Be here NOW, Toby!
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Alas, my phone is ringing! It's the Queen again! So long, Dear Friends. I must not keep Her Majesty waiting!
||||||||| Around 11:38 PM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Luger P. Axehandle', just granted probation at 11:43 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Luger P. Axehandle: My lawyer is in the next cell.
||||||||| It's 11:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Luger P. Axehandle - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Tobar - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dude - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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:
4d3fect
Ahmed
Beet
Cease
DadSir2U
Dexter Fong
DJTween
dmc
Elayne
EWeston
Heater Hooker Hellmouth
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
lily
Luger P. Axehandle
Merlyn
Merlyn_LeRoy
Mr. Bark Bark
Mudhead
Nabby
Principalpoop
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
Stlouielou
st slade
Tobar
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?books
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=atf-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=wc-ln
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
http://moniqueishikawa.com/
http://seemreal.com/
http://www.cafepress.com/firesign
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.pbs.org/ombudsman/2013/05/david_koch_and_pbs_the_odd_couple.html
http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765
http://youtu.be/34LPGEICAQs
http://youtu.be/Y2hiDYE5Qdw



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