A Firesign Chat
06/12/2014




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 June 12, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Outside, the 7:53 PM downtown bus from Texas pulls away, leaving DJTweeny coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
||||||||| 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 **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween steals in around 8:21 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year'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 8:45pmET - 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) **'
||||||||| "8:38 PM? 8:38 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Dexter Fong should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Dexter Fong enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
DJTweeny: Hey Fong
||||||||| 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 Antelope Frwy gets out at 8:38 PM.
DJTweeny: music in a couple of minutes
DJTweeny: Hi Antelope
Dexter Fong: Hey Tweeny
Antelope Frwy: howdy
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (various artists) - 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) **'
Dexter Fong: Tweeny, the audio is intermittent on my end
Antelope Frwy: broke up briefly for me, but ok past couple of mins
DJTweeny: OK now?
||||||||| Catherwood leads ccjctwo in through the front door at 8:48 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Dexter Fong: Ok, reloaded and it's playing some kinda shit kicker music
||||||||| 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."
Antelope Frwy: lol, well...
DJTweeny: Yeah, some Waylon
DJTweeny: and watch your mouth, right AF? haha
Antelope Frwy: henley
DJTweeny: seriously guys, the stream is good now?
ccjctwo: audio is on here, not the Philco?
||||||||| "8:49 PM? 8:49 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Maxwell should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Maxwell enters and sits at the bar.
DJTweeny: I think the stuttering happened because I opened another application while the streamer was running. Should be OK now
Antelope Frwy: ok for me
Dexter Fong: OK so far (DF knocks on wood)
DJTweeny: Hi ecjtwo
Maxwell: Hoy Hoy!
||||||||| "8:50 PM? 8:50 PM!!" says Catherwood, "lily should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as lily enters and sits at the bar.
DJTweeny: yes, I'm streaming live
DJTweeny: Hi lily
DJTweeny: Hi Maxwell
ccjctwo: hey!
lily: Hi all
DJTweeny: The Philco is pre-recorded shows
ccjctwo: got it.
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "8:50 PM and late as usual, it's squeeze_the_wheeze, just back from Elmertown."
lily: I love this album
Dexter Fong: Hi lily
Dexter Fong: Hi lily
DJTweeny: We could set it up so the Philco could play it also, but what's the point?
DJTweeny: Hi Squeeze
lily: Hey Dex
lily: low
squeeze_the_wheeze: Hi ya guys
Antelope Frwy: howdy
Maxwell: You know My Mom was a Bozoette in High School
Antelope Frwy: sorry to hear that...
Dexter Fong: Yes
lily: the nose gave it away
DJTweeny: Lucky guy, Maxwell
DJTweeny: lol
||||||||| Outside, the 8:52 PM bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Last Surviving Balliol Brother coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Dexter Fong: aand the shoes
DJTweeny: Hi LSBB
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: cough cough cough.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Gee whiz
Antelope Frwy: will the alexandrians burn the library again?
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Beet plummets into the garden at 8:53 PM.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Necssity sent me.
ccjctwo: Nice . . .
Dexter Fong: no thanks
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
Beet: Evening all
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Good evening.
Dexter Fong: Hi Beet
||||||||| Outside, the 8:54 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving Paul Bunions coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Antelope Frwy: is ralph going to try to sell us a fully loaded car again?
Beet: Hey Dex Tween Lil
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Lil close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:54 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Dexter Fong: audio gone again
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and Cease disembarks at 8:54 PM.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Oh no. I must have entered the time machine
Beet: audio OK here
lily: you can sit in the waiting room
Antelope Frwy: can we finally get there from here? (audio ok here)
Cease: Hi all
ccjctwo: here too
||||||||| 8:55 PM: EWeston jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past half hour!"
Beet: Howdy Cease
Dexter Fong: Hey cAT
Lil: Hi gang
lily: hi cease
Cease: ah, airplane
Dexter Fong: ew
Beet: EW here too.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I never said a word about you Cease
DJTweeny: Hi Bunions, Lil, Cease, EW
EWeston: Hey Tweeney, and the expectorant crowd, I got my snot shield on.
Beet: lol EW
||||||||| "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!"
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Cretins I say Cretins
DJTweeny: Bunions, are you the artist formerly known as FieldHippy?
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: this song is groovy
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: even if it is the Eagles
EWeston: Kretins is higher class
||||||||| "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!"
Paul Bunions: How dare you!
Antelope Frwy: la musica de los eagles
DJTweeny: all eagles songs are groovy
Beet: like this song
Maxwell: All Eagles are Groovy
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Joe Walsh is groovy
DJTweeny: one more country song before the album
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Don Henley- not froovy
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: groovy
DJTweeny: Joe Walsh is really hip
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I think I just invented a keyboard Tom Collins
Paul Bunions: Yeah really hip
lily: I want one
EWeston: Regrooving is groovy
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please give everyone a Tom Collins
||||||||| Catherwood hands everyone a tom collins.
lily: yeah thanks
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I like that
Antelope Frwy: solid, catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to Antelope Frwy and asks "Do you have something for me to do?"
EWeston: Wait! This Ton Collins may be drugged.
DJTweeny: Catherwood is a bot you can talk to
||||||||| Catherwood steps alongside DJTweeny and mumbles "oh, fuck off DJTweeny!"
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 12, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
DJTweeny: sometimes
Maxwell: Roll up a coupleof Bombers and leave them on the side table Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood rolls up a coupleof bombers and leave them on the side table.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers mahatma57 in through the front door at 9:00 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
Paul Bunions: hmmm something floating in my Tom Collins
DJTweeny: now now, Catherwood, be nice
||||||||| Catherwood snubs DJTweeny
DJTweeny: Hi Mahatma
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:00 PM and Merlyn bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:00 PM, dragging shoes for the dead by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
shoes for the dead: howdy
DJTweeny: Hi Shoes
Dexter Fong: hI merlyn
Merlyn: hey
Dexter Fong: hEY SHOES
Beet: Yo Merl & Shoes
EWeston: Saw a roadway add for, I think, Foam sword swallowing instruction. Have I missed a trend?
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Size 13E please
mahatma57: Am I sitting here in the waiting room?
DJTweeny: lol
Merlyn sits down
Beet: EW is hot tonight
||||||||| 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."
mahatma57: Or am I waiting here in the sitting room??
shoes for the dead: wouldn't it swellup and choke ya?
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I think I am falling out of my easy chair
Antelope Frwy: get on the freeway of your choice and we'll see you in a couple of hours
EWeston: We got an F and a D. Can you be flexible?
DJTweeny: It's easy to fall out of a chair like that
||||||||| Merlyn walks away to The Sitting Room.
||||||||| Merlyn has arrived at the appointed hour of 9:02 PM.
Lil: Good one Tweeny
lily: seat plus belt
Maxwell: He's No Fun He Fell Right Over
Beet: coming or going
DJTweeny: Thought it appropriate :)
EWeston: Try a selfish chair.
Lil: Do we have to pay extra fot#r the drugs?
shoes for the dead: or an uneasy one
DJTweeny: Catherwood is very generous
||||||||| Catherwood rushes up to DJTweeny and mumbles "Stop typing gibberish, DJTweeny!"
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: The drugs are free.
Lil: ^for
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: song is not groovy
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please roll everyone a bomber
||||||||| Catherwood walks up to DJTweeny and asks "Did you want me?"
lily: lounger
DJTweeny: Are barcoloungers made from dog hide?
mahatma57: And don't worry about the flies..
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
EWeston: Check your dealer, bring a nightstick for negotiations
lily: oh thanks I have one two
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I saw a bomber overhead yesterday- dropped several copies of the Naked Lunch
Antelope Frwy: i'll take it i'll take it i can't wait to get away from it all!
Antelope Frwy: traffix
Beet: LA traffic reports?
mahatma57: Oh, the Humanity!
shoes for the dead: the sonorous voice!
||||||||| 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 kpbarney plummets into the garden at 9:06 PM.
Maxwell: All Hail Marx And Lennon!
Antelope Frwy: mix it up, bro
mahatma57: One of the most perfect records ever..
Beet: Something good happened to Tween. Extra animated tonight
shoes for the dead: first one I heard
Paul Bunions: Take cover! Naked Lunch destroyed America!
Dexter Fong: And there go the audio again
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I remember very little the first time I heard the Firesign Theatre
Cease: Nick is far and away their most popular creation
EWeston: Wave him off with Steely Dan.
ccjctwo: Dwarf was the first one we all listened to
lily: is that what you call it
Cease: Ralph Williams had dealerships throughout the US and Canada in his prime
Antelope Frwy: wave him off with a dildo?
Beet: Ralph Williams also in Houston where I saw him
Beet: and his dog Storm
EWeston: Sometimes I call it Fred. Multiple Identity is not just for entities
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL” - listen to the stream at 128k at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k for dial-up users at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u - THIS ALBUM MAY BE PURCHASED AT >> http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheathowc.html **'
Paul Bunions: Wild West gunracks with the look of real wood. How could he fail?
DJTweeny: Hi kbbarney
shoes for the dead: also for endildoes
Cease: My dad was a competing Ford dealer in a neighbouring LA suburb
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I often need the oxygen indicator
Antelope Frwy: who burned the library?
Cease: Firesign started when I was in high school in LA, One of my fellow students bought a Ford from Ralph and it broke down as he was driving it off the lot
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Hey bro, we related
Antelope Frwy: steve reeves!
EWeston: No that's agnes Moorehead
||||||||| Captain Equinox sneaks in around 9:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last night's "unpleasant incident."
Beet: 'Lo Cap
DJTweeny: Hi Captain
EWeston: How do Capin
Captain Equinox: Hiya, Kiddos!
||||||||| Wombat enters at 9:12 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and runs off to the Hat Pack Annex.
shoes for the dead: magic bowel movement
DJTweeny: Hi Wombat
EWeston: My favorite key C-
shoes for the dead: hi capt
||||||||| 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: ** Read the about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Maxwell: Let's See What This Baby can Do! ...
EWeston: Wrong way!
Antelope Frwy: talking road signs - someday, someday
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Mr. Bark Bark inside, makes a note of the time (9:14 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
shoes for the dead: if you lived here.........
Maxwell: Clean Up America Get A Hairlip
Mr. Bark Bark: They never come up into the hills!
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I am now falling up into my chair.
DJTweeny: Hi dogman
EWeston: Talking cars are already obnoxious
Cease: that's Dwarf, Bark
EWeston: Helium heavy diet?
shoes for the dead: talking people too
lily: gravity is a friend of mine
Mr. Bark Bark -) Just had some difficulty with a carry-out order.
EWeston: Point Shoes
mahatma57: Armenia for the Armenians!
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: The Gamorrah Expressway was really backed up earlier today.
DJTweeny: Your sector has been redlined, Mr. Bark?
Cease: I used to live up in the hills in LA. It was always a problem to get delivery
||||||||| Piss Fest steps in at 9:16 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Suspicious organic matters...hmmmm.
DJTweeny: Hi PF
Mr. Bark Bark: Sector R or N?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read the about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
DJTweeny: Did you bring your pup tent, Mr. Bark?
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Artie Choke close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 9:16 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the anteroom.
EWeston: Who let those ducks in???
DJTweeny: Hi Artie
Artie Choke: Hello
mahatma57: They never come up into the hills..
Mr. Bark Bark: Yes, but I did some push-ups.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Antelope Frwy: red sector A
||||||||| Catherwood ushers docfiresign inside, makes a note of the time (9:18 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I want drugs.
Artie Choke: Knee high to a married grasshopper
lily: ask catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood steps up to lily and mumbles "Did you want something?"
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:18 PM and Nabby bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
shoes for the dead: aks the NSA guy for that, Bro
Piss Fest: WC Burroughs
DJTweeny: Hi Nabby
EWeston: Is the desire all one way?
lily: whatever catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to lily and mumbles "Someone mention my name?"
DJTweeny: Hi docfiresign
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'Prof. Knot N. E. Wear ', just granted probation at 9:19 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Nabby: Hey Tweeny
mahatma57: He's no fun..
Nabby: Hey all
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Greetings
shoes for the dead: hey Nabby
docfiresign: howdy comma charie
EWeston: Hi Prof some there's somewhere for yah
DJTweeny: Hi Prof. Wear
EWeston: Insert hope as inappropriate
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I remember helping my son with those holograms for his homework.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Bellhop
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Oh, front
EWeston: I helped my cat with his cassimere dog disintigrator
DJTweeny: Catherwood, please take the Professor's hat and goat
||||||||| Catherwood takes the professor's hat and goat.
mahatma57: I heard the Dead are touring with a holygraphic Jerry
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Moose close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:22 PM tree-stunting plans, and runs off to the sitting room.
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood get me a mint tea
||||||||| Catherwood gets Prof. Knot N. E. Wear a mint tea.
DJTweeny: Hi Moose
Piss Fest: Holo Jerry's not as cute as Hatsune Miku
Moose: Hi, DJTweeny!
Cease: Maybe a Bergman hologram could join the other 3 on stage
Beet: tearjerker
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Jerry's dead man, All the holograms in the world will never convince the Heads of this fact.
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : The 3rd Seal, ehhhh, Cease?
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I want to die an American in America
DJTweeny: A Bergmangram?
shoes for the dead: the tears of a jerk
||||||||| Kevmarks sashays in at 9:23 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
lily: channeling?
DJTweeny: Hi Kevmarks
EWeston: Immortal till the media dies
Antelope Frwy: stop!
mahatma57: Mausers or mousers?
Cease: mice with guns
EWeston: mousers is my call
lily: we all have a bit of him in us
Artie Choke: going to have to find my copy of TV or not TV
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: and Pussycats to eat them when the sun goes down
Cease: bergman did a show with a bunch of dead guests once
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| kpbarney - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Cease: John Lennon and Orson Welles
EWeston: Hope they were polite
Rufus_T_Firetween: TV or Not TV - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv
||||||||| 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: Sammy Davis Jr too, maybe more, I forget. This was 20 years ago
||||||||| Outside, the 9:25 PM crosstown bus from Elmertown pulls away, leaving myeden coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
shoes for the dead: sounds like fun, Cease
DJTweeny: Hi myeden
lily: sans glass eye
mahatma57: This portion is as timely as ever..
Antelope Frwy: solid, jackson
myeden: Hey, first timer.
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Mr. Hippie, what have you done for me lately?
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Mr. Policeman
EWeston: Recent reading show that you're not safe even after your dead
Cease: It was called The Digital Diner
ccjctwo: Hey! First time, long time. Love the show . . .
lily: wlcome ccjc
DJTweeny: We do this every week, myeden. Hope you can continue to join us :)
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : The Cyber Supper
Rufus_T_Firetween: http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv
EWeston: Couple new folks in to day, Velcum
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: oops, wrong link
Cease: This chat is now 19 years old
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Nabby: long wrink
DJTweeny: old enough to be drafted
Beet: Best place to be on Thursday night
EWeston: rong rink
mahatma57: Sig Freud!!
DJTweeny: yes indeedie, Beet :)
Cease: I was here on day one. Still here.
shoes for the dead: or buy one
EWeston: Hurl!
DJTweeny: cool, Cease
mahatma57: Fix a 92 or Fix a Ninety too?
Antelope Frwy: as if it were almost tomorrow...
DJTweeny: speaking of old enough to be drafted
||||||||| throw_a_towel tiptoes in around 9:29 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last month's "unpleasant incident."
Beet: AND we have a FULL MOON tonight
DJTweeny: Hi towel
EWeston: Pick some nylon too
DJTweeny: AND Friday the 13th
lily: ooohhhhooo
throw_a_towel: hello
Cease: hi towel
Moose: And Beet, it looks the same no matter where you are (unless it's cloudy)
throw_a_towel: hello all. my first time here
EWeston: I'm just going to walk in the rain tomorrow
Cease: welcome
Piss Fest: He'd think about Mohameet
Mr. Bark Bark: Welcome to the only nice motel in town!
Nabby: hey towel
DJTweeny: Welcome :) Hope you can join us every week
shoes for the dead: hey Towel
Antelope Frwy: solid - welcome
||||||||| 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."
Beet: Everybody's from Nairobi
lily: hi towel
Cease: "Nairobi, Mam. Isn't everybody" one of my favourite Firesign lines
lily: or thereabouts
||||||||| 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: We feature Armenian food, Geek dancing, and thise live chickens you've heard so much about
Antelope Frwy: help me into this parachute!
Moose: We're bringing the war back home . . .
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood get me a tint mea
||||||||| Catherwood gets Prof. Knot N. E. Wear a tint mea.
DJTweeny: lol
EWeston: Is it being difficult?
lily: thats alotta tea
Mr. Bark Bark: Or if we're a girl, before! Hahaha!
EWeston: Time to cut the Prof off
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Antelope Frwy: really touching song
DJTweeny: sniff sniff
shoes for the dead: take your hands off me!
mahatma57: 'til we never come back no more..
EWeston: Keep on camera now
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Mohel is less
Mr. Bark Bark: There's an echo in here!
EWeston: In these deflationary times yaz
Artie Choke: What a Sap she had
shoes for the dead: i like how this morphs into Dwarf
mahatma57: I have just returned from Rome..
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I have had fun. Please be safe as you exit the Antelope Freeway.
ccjctwo: @Shoes
DJTweeny: They did lots of tie-ins from album to album
ccjctwo Yup! Yup!
EWeston: How's her emotional state
DJTweeny: Leaving us, Brother?
Cease: that's because they're from the same source, shoes. A mushroom play called The TV Set(among other things)
Mr. Bark Bark: Yes. I said yes...
Antelope Frwy: a different kind of dealership
Beet: Turns into Ulysses
Mr. Bark Bark: Angels three, Devils nothing...
||||||||| "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: yes
Beet: yes
Antelope Frwy: yes
Moose: Andalusian girls
Nabby: yepsk
mahatma57: Take me now!
throw_a_towel: yes
Cease: The Odyssey come full circle
Artie Choke: yes
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Principalpoop into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:37 PM, then departs.
lily: yea sir
Mr. Bark Bark: Okay, Swami, or whatever your name is, we'll get back to this "Christ Consciousness" racket...
Moose: and his heart was going like mad!
Beet: Just noticed you here, Nabby. Howdy
Antelope Frwy: yes, dear friends
Beet: Hi Poop
||||||||| 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."
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I am departing, I have to take my pet toroise for his nightly walk. I might return.
Cease: Joe Pine has outlived his notoriety on LA media
||||||||| Catherwood trudges in at 9:37 PM, dragging bruno by one leg and asks "Can anyone vouch for this yo-yo?"
Nabby: hey beet
Mr. Bark Bark: That's longer than anyone's ever been gone before!
EWeston: Good the meethane tank was getting low.. Oh hi Pooper
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : I can't Skype.....55
shoes for the dead: PP!
Antelope Frwy: never heard of it, what?
Moose: Good night everyone.
Principalpoop: huh? no no, skyping, criminy
Nabby: in unision
throw_a_towel: Out of the fog..
DJTweeny: Hi PrincP, bruno
Principalpoop: ruthlessly
mahatma57: Repeat after me...
Beet: All together , now
EWeston: Bye Moose rip up a tent for us
DJTweeny: Night Moose, please visit us again
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my nose!
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Ouch
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Principalpoop: groping for the door
Moose: You know I will. :)
EWeston: Keep it in your own hand there
Nabby: what?
||||||||| 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!"
Beet: What?
||||||||| 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: the tattered casebook
EWeston: Your own nose
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in at 9:39 PM, dragging Stones by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Yahoo ™?"
||||||||| 9:39 PM -- Last Surviving Balliol Brother left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
mahatma57: I always thought "Obsidian Doorknocker" would be a great band name..
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dexter Fong - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Maxwell - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Paul Bunions - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Lil - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Wombat - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| docfiresign - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Kevmarks - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: zzz-z-z-z
Mr. Bark Bark -)
lily: catherwood?
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to lily and asks "YESSSSSS?"
EWeston: They got Dex!!!
Artie Choke: your lucky you still have your brown paper bag
DJTweeny: What a reaping!
Principalpoop: only one joker in LA
Nabby: maybe baby
EWeston: Stante Baby
Mr. Bark Bark: Worthless? Ha! Not to Melanie Haber!
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:41 PM and Moregard steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Principalpoop: a cracker back's jocks
EWeston: Love that laugh
Mr. Bark Bark: All the sights and sounds of pig night...
Principalpoop: bettyjo
mahatma57: Susan Under Hill?
Principalpoop: everyone knew her as Nancy
Mr. Bark Bark: ... Audrey Farber?
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear : Catherwood go perchase a new house for Usher
||||||||| Catherwood goes perchase a new house for usher.
Cease: Must be a hobbit
DJTweeny: Hi Moregard
Mr. Bark Bark: I see. Sign here.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Moregard: Hey hey
Nabby: or a rabbit
mahatma57: Oh Nicky Nicky Nick Nick..
EWeston: And this simple tattoo
Beet: What?
EWeston: Where!
shoes for the dead: kinnikinik
Mr. Bark Bark: Where's the fire, Danger??
Nabby: why?
Principalpoop: Danger, you haven't seen the last of me
EWeston: In your eyes, of course
shoes for the dead: wise?
Cease: Who?
Artie Choke: don't track mud on my clean floor
Mr. Bark Bark: And don't go tracking' mud across my nice clean floor!
EWeston: I mean in who's movie
Principalpoop: Where?
Nabby: he's really strict
Mr. Bark Bark: Jinx
shoes for the dead: What?
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| 9:44 PM: Dr. Dog jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
EWeston: Whom!
mahatma57: Great SFX..
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, you must mean the old same place!
lily: am I here
Cease: A dog, a bark bark and a cat walked into a chat
Principalpoop: Am I blue?
||||||||| 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: truly mahatma
EWeston: I confess I'm beside myself
lily: Have I been thrown out?
shoes for the dead: a cat walked into a French cat?
mahatma57: Ha Ha Ha..
Dr. Dog: Arrgh this page was not designed for tablets, back later
Principalpoop: missus flotsom or jetsom
Mr. Bark Bark: Okay
EWeston: Written out! Those vermin!
Nabby: I'm Spartacus
Mr. Bark Bark: She's in the aviary, studying trees
Principalpoop: Oh, you mean Nancy
EWeston: I can be Frank
Nabby: What?
DJTweeny: ** any takers for Skype?
Mr. Bark Bark: All those curves, showing through that flimsy burnoose.
Principalpoop: and there she stood
EWeston: Special sale on W's this millinium only!!!
Piss Fest: Stunting them like our future japanese masters
lily: I am not skyoe fodder
DJTweeny: you can have the one from Texas, EW
Nabby: Still discombobulated Tween whatever that means
||||||||| 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!"
mahatma57: Tudor Ballustrade would be another good band name.. And, I don't have Skype.. Stop slapping me!
EWeston: I have no Idea were that head set is
Principalpoop: What?
DJTweeny: ** Don’t forget to check out the Firesign Theatre Funway for a cool page full of Flash goodies. Just move your cursor over various areas of the page - http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
EWeston: My turn...what?
lily: where
Nabby: the organist is amazing
DJTweeny: ** 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!
EWeston: Somewhere in the last reel
DJTweeny: Just offering, when anyone feels like it
mahatma57: That's all right, I've got a lid in the car..
Principalpoop: Oh, nicky nick nick
shoes for the dead: what?
Nabby: oh yes
Nabby: far out
Principalpoop: far out
EWeston: Far in
Principalpoop: sock it to me
Nabby: oinkus
shoes for the dead: right off
mahatma57: So Great..
lily: keep on truckin...
Principalpoop: why she's no fun, she fell right over
Nabby: better check!
EWeston: right arm and out of state
mahatma57: It's alright..
Beet: what is a "side"
Mr. Bark Bark: She looked so helpless there, spread-eagled on the floor.
Principalpoop: i beat the eagle off
Nabby: lol
mahatma57: He what the eagle?
EWeston: A bilateral fixation
ccjctwo: Ha!
Nabby: this is a really silly section
Beet: Hello to NSA guy
Principalpoop: you FUELS
Mr. Bark Bark: Night, Rocky!
Mr. Bark Bark: Didn't you ever see half-a-key Largo?
mahatma57: Rococo, you sleazy weasel..
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and pipes up "Presenting 'Fellabot', just granted probation at 9:52 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Principalpoop: Give me the negative
EWeston: Better that than a sleasy wolverine
Nabby: that organ kills me
mahatma57: "Sleazy Weazel" there's another one..
Mr. Bark Bark: This ain't no time for ticker-tape parades, baby!
DJTweeny: Half a Key Largo? lol, hadn't caught that before
DJTweeny: Hi Fellabot
EWeston: You need a breath mint Pooper
Cease: it should send you back in time,nabby
Principalpoop: nancy and the old butler were frozen in terror
DJTweeny: Hi Dr. Dog
shoes for the dead: didn't ya get enough negative the other week, PP?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “HOW CAN YOU BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE WHEN YOU’RE NOT ANYWHERE AT ALL?” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
Mr. Bark Bark: So tell your mom to get on it, an do it every day!
Nabby: you can't write this stuff
Principalpoop: let us banish that unfortunate incident, goodness
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Moose - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Prof. Knot N. E. Wear - dead from the yaws
||||||||| bruno - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Stones - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: I had a head full of ideas that were driving me insane. And mouth full of cotton candy?
mahatma57: I still have my pickle and my brown paper bag from the Arie Crown Theater
DJTweeny: No Nabby, but they sure can ;)
Nabby: just the tip
Principalpoop: I am just plain Harry Ames
mahatma57: Get on it and do it every day!
lily: pickle pie
EWeston: The all weather breakfast!
Principalpoop: it ain't no use, if you ain't got the boost
Nabby: oh yeah man, Tween
shoes for the dead: Cue the organist!
lily: yummy
Mr. Bark Bark: Unfortunately, the dime was in Mr. Rococo's pocket.
Principalpoop: Oh nick, you're such a tool
Nabby: spin the pickle is underrated
Antelope Frwy: if you're looking for some real OTR, you'll want to go here: https://archive.org/details/oldtimeradio
mahatma57: No more Jewish writers either..
Nabby: wise up bradshaw
Nabby: right arm antelope
Beet: Buddhist writers only
Principalpoop: fong is an otr officinado, afishinado, expert
EWeston: Canadian Buddist's is best
Principalpoop: no, you weren't bluffing
Mr. Bark Bark: And swim the English Channel?
EWeston: A fish in an auto? Your insane! Congradulations!!!
mahatma57: Look at this grape!
Piss Fest: Gum shoe
Antelope Frwy: there really were themes of private eyes vs. the police
Beet: Wa Da Do Da
Principalpoop: Zimble
Nabby: well put Danny
Mr. Bark Bark: I hope he gets back before all this dry ice melts...
shoes for the dead: wha dee do dah
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
EWeston: Today its a catholic priest versis the police, in Italian
Principalpoop: forward, into the past
mahatma57: To you it will seem like only a minute..
Mr. Bark Bark: Who's that? (She doesn't even remember all her names.)
EWeston: Warp speed into that black hole
lily: sucks the life right outta ya
Principalpoop: Who is that ugly drawf at your cervix?
EWeston: Nice article today on NASA's curent work on a warp drive
mahatma57: What are you doing in my flashback?
lily: thats no dwarf that my twin
Principalpoop: hehe she said sucks hehe
EWeston: The backstroke
Mr. Bark Bark: And you see? Here we are!
mahatma57: Heh Heh
Principalpoop: cue the organist
Nabby: no CGI necessary
EWeston: He's cowering?
Principalpoop: what nerve
Antelope Frwy: not enough room in this lifecycle for the both of us
EWeston: A certain lack thereof
mahatma57: OoHh MmYy GgOoOoDdNnEeSsSs....
Mr. Bark Bark: A caste woman, living a life apart... where did your story begin?
Principalpoop: ok you, out of the gene pool
Nabby: classic line after classic line after cl--etc.
lily: not enough room in this lifecycle for the both of us
Principalpoop: I thought I was the only one going in sane
mahatma57: This hasn't happened to me since "M"...
Mr. Bark Bark: Unconditionally... surrender!
Piss Fest: Shhh!
Nabby: Spoilers
Antelope Frwy: what timeline is this?
Principalpoop: we have reached our rendevous with destiny
lily: theres not enough chlorine in the gene pool
Mr. Bark Bark: I Ching #7: The great prince issues commands; vests families with fiefs, inferior people should not be employed.
Nabby: we'll never know either
shoes for the dead: the 23rd one
lily: yippy tie one on
Mr. Bark Bark: Is it?
EWeston: Hope destiny is willy to go Dutch.
Principalpoop: i thought it was vest families with kief
EWeston: Willing too
mahatma57: Vests families with fiefs.. from the I Ching..
Antelope Frwy: harry turtledove probably wrote about it already
Mr. Bark Bark: Yogurt?
EWeston: No I just put one out.
Principalpoop: ka ching, but seriously folks, take confuscious, please
Nabby: take 600
mahatma57: I'm cornfused..
Antelope Frwy: rear flank downdraft?
EWeston: Must be the corn smut
Principalpoop: yes, thanks dishnuts
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh, my look at the time!
Cease: you're supposed to be confused
lily: horny corny
mahatma57: Mutt and Smut..?
Principalpoop: wooly booly
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Peter Bergman’s “TRUE CONFESSIONS OF THE REAL WORLD” Here >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
Cease: i didn't know dishes had testicles
EWeston: From a UrFac on America
Principalpoop: small, china you know
||||||||| ccjctwo sneaks away to Public Address System...
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "10:08 PM and late as usual, it's residualecho, just back from California."
Antelope Frwy: big brother be watchin your ass (howdy mr nsa!)
EWeston: Exosism in your daily life was the source
lily: night all thanks see yas round
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
ccjctwo: Aviary?
Mr. Bark Bark: Spoks on Wall Street. The next album!
DJTweeny: Hi echo
Nabby: take care lily
||||||||| 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!"
mahatma57: I miss Radio Free Oz..
Principalpoop: mao dun
Mr. Bark Bark: Spooks, I mean.
DJTweeny: bye lily
Principalpoop: ciao lily
residualecho: greetings ings ings...
Nabby: me too mahatma
EWeston: G. Carlin; The christians are coming for you. And these are not nice peoplee
ccjctwo: 'night Catherwood!
||||||||| Catherwood walks over to ccjctwo and yells "My ears are burning..."
Cease: at least some of them are recorded, mahatma
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| throw_a_towel - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| myeden - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Artie Choke - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Dr. Dog - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Fellabot - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Nabby: glad they were C
EWeston: The beatings will continue till keyboard function improves
mahatma57: I have them all on iTunes, but the time references are all skewed.. I miss Real Time..
Antelope Frwy: that's private dick to you, buddy
Nabby: let's do lsd and demonstrate
mahatma57: OK, your place or mine?
Cease: all? surely you dont have the krla, kmet and kpfk shows.
||||||||| 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!"
EWeston: Do we need a consenting partner, or victim?
Cease: if so, you're the only one who does
residualecho: Has anybody got any chants?
Nabby: I'm easy
Principalpoop: yes, it is the dawning of the age of ahh, Aries by now? The Ram?
mahatma57: What is the safe word?
EWeston: I never know were to put my hands
Nabby: splunge
Cease: or are you referring to bergman's podcasts?
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Principalpoop: I'm easy like sunday morning
Mr. Bark Bark: Splunge for me, too!
Piss Fest: That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard! You're fired!
shoes for the dead: Snakehead!
EWeston: You should get out more
Nabby: Thanks Tween
mahatma57: Almost rhymes with orange..
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and pipes up "Announcing 'steve', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 10:13 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “Snakehead Symphony” - 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 **'
DJTweeny: Hi steve
Principalpoop: another roadside attraction or even cowgirls sing the blues, jasmine something
Principalpoop: simple minded illiteration
residualecho: That Snakehead Symphony was from the Marin Center Big Broadcast, wasn't it?
Cease: tom robbins? read an article about him recently.
EWeston: If they's so schmart they can literate
Principalpoop: cool, what? do you recall?
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
Principalpoop: hahahahaha
residualecho: They had a table downstage right for all of them to park at occasionally, and I was front row, so ended up hearing my convulsions well-miked for posterity.
Nabby: lol
DJTweeny: Don't know, residualecho. No info about it on the web page
||||||||| "10:17 PM? 10:17 PM!!" says Catherwood, "george tirebyter should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as george tirebyter enters and sits in the comfy chair.
Principalpoop: quite a large posterity
DJTweeny opens his copy of Box Of Danger to see if there's any info on this track
DJTweeny: Hi george
Nabby: good golly gosh I have to depart - see you all & have a groovy 1!
residualecho: You should have seen it from behind.
Nabby: Thanks Tween
Principalpoop: hang in there nabby ciao
Antelope Frwy: adios
shoes for the dead: by Nabby
EWeston: We need an attorney general into improv
Principalpoop: c'est moi, say moi
residualecho: Yes, and...!
EWeston: By Nabs
DJTweeny: Snakehead Symphony Feb 4 2005
DJTweeny: Radio's A Heartbreak Tour, recorded at Marin Center
residualecho: Yep, that was then.
Principalpoop: no more calls, we have a winner
residualecho: Some meme getting people to list performing artists they'd seen three times. All I came up with was Bowie, and FST.
mahatma57: No more Buddhist writers either..
Cease: http://www.npr.org/2014/05/27/314614799/tom-robbins-takes-a-bite-out-of-life-in-peach-pie
Cease: it wasnt this one but i forget where i read it.
george tirebyter: powerful gasoline and a clean windshield
Piss Fest: Brian Wilson & Half Japanese
Principalpoop: a new book, wow thanks cat
EWeston: Should nave hired Buddist Ninjas
Principalpoop: i am rereading against the day by pynchon, tom must wait
EWeston: Sound effect chaos!!
Cease: i havent read any pyncehon since mason/dixon
shoes for the dead: Ashcroft daze
Principalpoop: that was fun, and the la detective one too
Cease: that dates this piece
Piss Fest: this land has lots of Meeses
Principalpoop: mitchell
EWeston: Jato Attack!
||||||||| george tirebyter leaves at 10:24 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..."
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| steve - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Nabby - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| lily - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: long time no see
EWeston: We's droppin like flys
Principalpoop: young guy motor detectivbe
Antelope Frwy: hai!
Principalpoop: Ohio
mahatma57: Like little flowers, my tears are..
EWeston: WRite sidewats!
||||||||| Last Surviving Balliol Brother enters at 10:26 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and scurries off to the Haberdashery Barn.
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:26 PM, dragging UncleBucky by the hair and asks "Can anyone vouch for this web surfer?"
shoes for the dead: burning jacket
Principalpoop: wb balliol uncle
EWeston: They go, they come back
UncleBucky: OUCH
DJTweeny: Hi Uncle
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I do believe I put my foot back in it
UncleBucky: I didn't know there was a group chat about Firesign Theatre
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
UncleBucky: I'm in Chicago
Principalpoop: here we are, or were or was
EWeston: we are like many communical deseases
mahatma57: Not to be torturing me....!
DJTweeny: every week, Uncle :)
Antelope Frwy: nope, nobody here - just nsa honey trap
DJTweeny: with a simulcast of albums and other material
Principalpoop: ahh the windy city, strange pizzas and hot dogs hehe
Cease: 19 years, uncle buky
shoes for the dead: big square smile
UncleBucky: YIKES
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: My tortoise is now sufficiently walked and exercised. He gets a bit spiteful when he is overexcited
Cease: good food, good architeture, good art. what more could a city want?
UncleBucky: I have revered and blathered ITWABOTB for decades
EWeston: We got strange dogs and hot pizza here bouts
Mr. Bark Bark: 'Night, Rocky!
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: I shall be in the city of wind tomorrow night to see the Kids in the Hall
Principalpoop: the florescent green relish does emit a strange fascination
EWeston: Rapp on, choke!
Cease: i bought this record
Antelope Frwy: mmmm radium relish - leaves you glowingly sated
EWeston: Got real Florine in it
UncleBucky: answer the phone
Principalpoop: like almost solid mountain dew
Beet: Never heard this one before
EWeston: The Case of the Missing Shoes, its on vynil
DJTweeny: yeah
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “BOX OF DANGER: The Complete Nick Danger Casebook” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
Rufus_T_Firetween: Nick Danger: The Case of the Missing Shoe - http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=cotms
||||||||| 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."
residualecho: brooms for the insane
Principalpoop: ahh mole skin cookies
Antelope Frwy: mmmmm eat em, wipe em off, eat em again
shoes for the dead: the whole mole
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - from BOX OF DANGER, “Nick Danger: The Case Of The Missing Shoe” - 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 **'
UncleBucky: I used to listen to the radio during the day when they still had Ma Brown on the radio
Principalpoop: your sock, fish foot
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Fishfoot.
EWeston: On top of the flat fish
Captain Equinox: And no Buddhist writers!
Cease: who was Ma Brown?
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: foloudering
||||||||| 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!"
Antelope Frwy: buddhist writers have english accent?
shoes for the dead: floundering
EWeston: Dey gots eyes on only one side of, their faces
Principalpoop: picasso fish
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: This is groovy
EWeston: From the green period
UncleBucky: Ma Brown was a radio serial, a female head of a clan getting into trouble and with a lot of adventures
Principalpoop: ouch, she found the sock and he hit her
mahatma57: That Darned Sock..
shoes for the dead: it's vinyl!
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: All vinyl is groovy
Cease: from what era, uncle?
EWeston: A vinyl fish?
shoes for the dead: only one long groove
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: A groove lasting nearly 40 minutes
EWeston: In the valley of irregularity
UncleBucky: I was a kid in the late 50s, Ma Brown was on until like 1962, pls check wikipedia for the chronology
Cease: when i lived in japan i used to listen to alot of old time radio on the us military station there.
Cease: will do, uncle
UncleBucky: it was one of the last ones, and for me Firesign audio makes me remember the old time radio stuff
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
UncleBucky: I betcha there are audio tracks of Ma Brow (it was one of the last ones)
EWeston: It was a heavy influence on them
DJTweeny: they are experts at impersonating OTR
Cease: the nick danger series is definitely an attempt to revize that, for our era
UncleBucky: Yeah, Cease, but its much better with recreational foods than were some of the old radio shows
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 10:41 PM and Cracker back jocks bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Mix in a little Goon show, a dollop of Americana and there you go
Cease: indeed, uncle
shoes for the dead: it's probly illegal to hang cliffs these days
Cease: otr is so slowwwww
Principalpoop: unregistered aliens turning left shoes into phones
Beet: Maxwell Smart Phone
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
EWeston: Can't inject them with leathal drugs either
DJTweeny: Hi cracker, just in time for the end of the show :)
DJTweeny: We do this every Thursday folks, please do come back :)
shoes for the dead: foot the bill???
UncleBucky: Who runs the DJ booth? :)
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: this chat gives me reason t live every week.
DJTweeny: guess
||||||||| Catherwood tosses another cheese log on the fire and intones, "If you want to keep the cornstarch off your mukluks this season, buy a hoodie or a sweatshirt at the Firesign corner Cafepress store."
EWeston: Tweeny aka Kurt
shoes for the dead: Thanks Tween!!
UncleBucky: Oh, I have to read into the messages, DJTweeny, now I get it. Mwahhaha
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: This was fun. Welcome new guys. Come back next week. Thanks Tween. G'Nite all.
UncleBucky: thanks!
Captain Equinox: So long, honkies!
||||||||| 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!"
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Principalpoop: thanks austin man
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: BE safe everyone.
Cease: geat show as always, tween
Principalpoop: have a super week all, thanks again cat
Principalpoop: ciaoo
Last Surviving Balliol Brother: Honkies are groovy
||||||||| 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 listen to my show archives at www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow'
mahatma57: Nytol..
||||||||| At 10:45 PM, Principalpoop runs out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
Moregard: Thanks for the trip back!
DJTweeny: FST is much fun :)
EWeston: From before fish were obnoxious... ah yah bu by all till X time again
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
||||||||| At 10:45 PM, Last Surviving Balliol Brother vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:45 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..."
Antelope Frwy: later man
Cease: same fire next time.
||||||||| "Hey Cease!" ... Cease turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:46 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
Captain Equinox: Adieu.
||||||||| 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 jamesalan falls out at 10:46 PM.
UncleBucky: post in FB again?
DJTweeny: I post every week
DJTweeny: and a reminder on Wednesday as well
UncleBucky: I will look now for sure
DJTweeny: Sorry jamesalan, show is over :/
DJTweeny: ** Remember folks. the chat/show starts officially every Thursday at 9pm Eastern, with warm-up music on the streams starting around 8:45pm Eastern
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| DJTweeny rushes off, saying "10:48 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
||||||||| Catherwood says "10:48 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Rufus_T_Firetween by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| 10:50 PM -- Merlyn left for parts unknown.   (Entry from Nick Danger's "Idiots I Have Been Paid To Follow").
||||||||| Ow, my nose waltzes in at 10:50 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
Ow, my nose: Looking forward to it next week, then!
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Cracker back jocks - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| mahatma57 - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Beet - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| 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.
||||||||| "11:00 PM? 11:00 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Kaiju should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Kaiju enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
Kaiju: ahhh nice a toasty
||||||||| 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 dan falls out at 11:05 PM.
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| UncleBucky - dead from the yaws
||||||||| residualecho - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Antelope Frwy - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Captain Equinox - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Piss Fest - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| jamesalan - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Ow, my nose - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| dan - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| It's 11:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Kaiju - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood enters with snarkyman close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 11:48 PM tree-stunting plans, and rushes off to the anteroom.
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and snorts derisively "Presenting 'Ellen', just granted probation at 11:56 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
Ellen: How can you be in two places at once, when you're not anywhere at aaaaaall!
||||||||| Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) tiptoes in around 11:58 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
||||||||| 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..
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Why Hi, Gear Friends! Flatman and I are currently in Liverpool which is, as you all know, the hometown of Elvis!
||||||||| Catherwood sneaks into the room, and intones "Announcing 'Dornob', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 12:01 AM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Yes, that Catherwood now... the mysterious workings of his mind have long eluded me -- but not for long! HA! That's a paradox!
||||||||| Catherwood eludeds Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) -- but not for long ha that's a paradox.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Even as we speak, we are making our way to a Cavernous Club of sorts ... we are in disguise as is our custom so it's rather hard to see where we are...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Chester? We're in Chester? Must have taken the wrong Tube...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Still here Dear Fiends... now we are making our way to an Indian Restaurant with our good fremd Rocky Rococo.
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Ellen - dead from the common cold
||||||||| snarkyman - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Our good friend, Dr. Robert, is getting us coffee which he apparently mixing with Indian Lassi and some strange looking pills.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Ah! Now we have become enlightened! We truly are everywhere at once.
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!): Is. Forgot the "is" above! Well, we shall soon see you all in the UK, Dear Heads.
||||||||| At 12:14 AM, Hemlock Stones (Genuine!) scurries out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
||||||||| Catherwood leads Uh, Clem. into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, grumbles something about 12:23 AM, then departs.
||||||||| It's 12:25 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Dornob - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Uh, Clem.: Oh go ahead, squeeze the wheeze. Many people like to.
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Uh, Clem. - 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 1 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 1:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Moregard - dead from jaundice
||||||||| 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:
Antelope Frwy
Artie Choke
Beet
Captain Equinox
ccjctwo
Cease
Dexter Fong
DJTweeny
docfiresign
Dr. Dog
Ellen
EWeston
george tirebyter
Hemlock Stones (Genuine!)
Kaiju
Last Surviving Balliol Brother
Lil
lily
mahatma57
Maxwell
Merlyn
Moose
Moregard
Mr. Bark Bark
myeden
Nabby
Ow, my nose
Paul Bunions
Piss Fest
Principalpoop
Prof. Knot N. E. Wear
residualecho
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
squeeze_the_wheeze
throw_a_towel
Uh, Clem.
UncleBucky
URL References:
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bod-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=cotms
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=hcyb-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tont-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheathowc.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://archive.org/details/oldtimeradio
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.npr.org/2014/05/27/314614799/tom-robbins-takes-a-bite-out-of-life-in-peach-pie
http://www.shoutfactory.com/node/175765



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