A Firesign Chat
06/26/2014




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 26, 2014 officially open!"... and then, he retires back to the vestibule...
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and intones "Presenting 'DJTweeny', just granted probation at 7:14 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| At 7:15 PM, DJTweeny vanishes mysteriously -- just as Nino the Mind Boggler predicted!
||||||||| 7:16 PM: DJTweeny jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET this evening. Warm-up music begins around 8:45pmET **'
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 8 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| New notice: '** There will be a Firesign Theatre/US Plus Stimulcast starting at 9pmET 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) **'
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'lil_artie', just granted probation at 8:37 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:38 PM and WallofScience steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - Warm Up Music (CCR, The Who) - 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) **'
DJTweeny: Hi artie, WoS
WallofScience: howdy
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Rufus_T_Firetween close behind, grumbles something about disrupting his 8:39 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the vestibule.
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and pipes up "Presenting 'Mighty Tim', just granted probation at 8:40 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
DJTweeny: lil_artie, Nino says you're from D.C., is that right?
DJTweeny: Hi Tim
DJTweeny: ** If you want to know where your fellow chatters live, ask Nino The Mindboggler by clicking on the link at the bottom of the page.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies ''Bob'' in through the front door at 8:41 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
DJTweeny: Hi Bob
''Bob'': Hey there, Tweeny!
||||||||| 8:42 PM: F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo) jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past hour!"
DJTweeny: Hi Burnoose
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Hey DJ!
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): did you get a chance to check out the Dylan pliers pic?
DJTweeny: What was the name of the album again?
DJTweeny: I had my hands full last week ;)
DJTweeny: Blue something?
Mighty Tim: Blonde on Blonde
DJTweeny: k
Rufus_T_Firetween: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blonde_on_Blonde
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Google images has the photo, wiki has the reference
DJTweeny: can't find anything in Google Images except the cover
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): makes more sense (to me) than the old rotary tuner thing! but what do I know?!?
DJTweeny: If you can find an image URL please do share
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): http://www.sfae.com/index.php?pg=301738&c=64
DJTweeny: Maybe one of the Firesigns will pop in sometime and we can ask them :)
DJTweeny: Will add that one to the list
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Bambi', just granted probation at 8:48 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers EWeston inside, makes a note of the time (8:48 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Bambi: howdy folks
||||||||| 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!"
DJTweeny: OK, cool Burnoose
EWeston: Is this the road to maggot pier?
DJTweeny: Hey Bambi :-)
DJTweeny: Hi EW
Bambi: hey Kurt
||||||||| Catherwood leads ah, Clem inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
EWeston: Your Tweenatude
DJTweeny: Bambi, we were debating the origin of the Dwarf/Pliers album name
||||||||| Catherwood ushers mac cat inside, makes a note of the time (8:50 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
DJTweeny: I told the story about the TV tuner, but apparently there are references to a Dylan photo
DJTweeny: Hi clem
||||||||| 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."
DJTweeny: Hi cat
ah, Clem: Hi DJTweeny
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 8:52 PM and dell cat steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts lily into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, grumbles something about 8:52 PM, then departs.
lily: Low all
DJTweeny: Hi lily
dell cat: Bambi and Clem too!
dell cat: Two of me, and two of you
Bambi: Wikipedia "In Phil Austin's notes to the 1987 Mobile Fidelity re-release of this album he says "Dwarf is the story of the five ages of Man and in particular, the five ages of one George Leroy Tirebiter; a man named after a dog" "
DJTweeny: ought to be able to stream on one of those machines, cat ;)
ah, Clem: Hey, Del Cat
lily: Hows tricks and while we are on the subject
Bambi: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don't_Crush_That_Dwarf,_Hand_Me_the_Pliers
Bambi: but that doesn't really help as much as I hoped .ol
EWeston: Don't bruise the subject
DJTweeny: Yeah, but what's the meaning of the title?
ah, Clem: don't need no stinkin' title
lily: you have to squeeze them to release the juice
dell cat: i'm listening on the mac and typing on the dell
EWeston: Some where in The Big Mystery Joke Book the work is compared to a work by Wihelm Riech.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers revjim inside, makes a note of the time (8:56 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
dell cat: didn't run the blender long enough. this strawberry margarita is almost like eating strawberries.
lily: drunk berries
DJTweeny: Hi revjim
ah, Clem: shot glass
EWeston: Devlish berrys
||||||||| 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!"
dell cat: a friend drives several hours to pick the best strawberries around to make margaritas with. this is my first attempt
DJTweeny: Well cat, that's one way to do it
||||||||| Outside, the 8:57 PM crosstown bus from Pennsylvania pulls away, leaving Johnny Fever coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
DJTweeny: I have no problem playing the 128k stream on my Ubuntu Dell box
DJTweeny: Hi Johnny
lily: catherwood cough please
||||||||| Catherwood strides over to lily and inquires "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
revjim: Howdy ! And the Funway is already in progress !
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
dell cat: i used to be able to before, tween. dont know why i get no sound now
Johnny Fever: Hey Noww!
||||||||| Nick Danger sneaks in and whispers "Get the scuttlebutt on Box of Danger here, whatever that means..."
||||||||| "8:58 PM? 8:58 PM!!" says Catherwood, "squeeze_the_wheeze should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as squeeze_the_wheeze enters and sits in front of the fireplace.
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Every day I get in the qeue
DJTweeny: Hi squeeze
||||||||| Gusts of wind blow in from outside and the thumpa-thumpa-thumpa of helicopter blades is heard as Happy Panditt's chopper lands on the lawn and shoes for the dead disembarks at 8:59 PM.
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mudhead into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 8:59 PM, then departs.
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): cue
||||||||| Catherwood tiptoes into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Lil', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 8:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the vestibule...
EWeston: Somdays you must be the qeue
shoes for the dead: Howdy
squeeze_the_wheeze: howdy hi howdy ho
DJTweeny: Hi shoes, Mudhead, Lil
||||||||| Catherwood strides in with a trumpet, plays a fanfare, and proclaims "Nine PM on Thursday, June 26, 2014 - I now declare alt.comedy.firesgn-thtre's chat officially open!"
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): queue
Lil: Hi Tweeny, hi all
dell cat: lots of lils today
EWeston: Qeue du jour?
lily: or the queue ball
||||||||| 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: There's another Lil or two there, Be afraid
DJTweeny: Bozos
shoes for the dead: queue and aye
WallofScience: would you buy a car from this man?
EWeston: I'd buy a blender from him
Bambi :)
''Bob'': HONK!
Lil: The guys need better designs on their stuff, like their album covers, or eyeball hats
Lil: Yep be very afraid
dell cat: You can volunteer, Lil
''Bob'': I think Bozos is my favorite of the albums.
shoes for the dead: new phases are good
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Right on Lil! a HQ Moore Science sweatshirt . . .
lily: eyeball hats done
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| 9:02 PM: General Dysfunction jumps out of the hall closet saying "I've been listening to all of you talking about me for the past five minutes!"
dell cat: ah yes
||||||||| Outside, the 9:03 PM bus from West Virginia pulls away, leaving Beet coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
''Bob'': Though EYKIW is close.
||||||||| 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 Nabby gets out at 9:03 PM.
Lil: Eyeball hats and designs not currently available
EWeston: Go to the mall with a Sex with my hat, hat
Beet: Hi all. Playing my absolute favorite tonight. Love it.
Lil: More Science sounds good too
EWeston: Keep in phaze Beet
lily: never needs hair cream
ah, Clem: I'm sorry, I need to speak t DR. Memory
General Dysfunction: greetings, bozos and bozoettes
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:04 PM and late as usual, it's Mary, just back from Albuquerque."
Lil: How about "I do it in my hat"
''Bob'': memory memory memory
Beet: I keep trying, EW
General Dysfunction: sex in a hat?
Bambi: wanting to get cloned there clem?
||||||||| Catherwood leads So Good W into the room, accepts a jar of pennies as a gratuity, mumbles something about 9:05 PM, then departs.
EWeston: Sexual appliances for fun and prophit
dell cat: yes kesey's bus
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo): Furthur
||||||||| Catherwood leads Denys in through the front door at 9:05 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
dell cat: shally
EWeston: Onan Winkiedinks fav
Lil: What about "I squeeze the wheeze"
General Dysfunction: eye got perspektive too
dell cat: die-een
||||||||| Catherwood says "9:06 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs So Good W by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
EWeston: Never work as a prono title
Denys: what time does it start..
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
||||||||| "9:06 PM? 9:06 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Cheryl should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Cheryl enters and sits in the comfy chair.
||||||||| HolyGram enters at 9:06 PM as Catherwood takes their hat and goat and dashes off to the Hat Pack Annex.
General Dysfunction: comma guy ya?
||||||||| 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."
Cheryl: oh no! not the comfy chair!
EWeston: Cumbyah later
Mudhead: caw caw!
General Dysfunction: gooda joba tweena
shoes for the dead: hey mister wait for me! i gotta nickle, wait for me!!!!
dell cat: i wrote that long ago but it still works for me
DJTweeny: Hi Cheryl
General Dysfunction: the birds the birds
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies warhawk inside, makes a note of the time (9:09 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
HolyGram: I said live or live with it!
EWeston: They're to close to the wheels
||||||||| New notice: '** currently playing - “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” - 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/firtheatithi.html **'
revjim: You may already be there !
DJTweeny: Hi warhawk
||||||||| It's 9:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Mighty Tim - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
DJTweeny: Hi HolyGram
General Dysfunction: the stream
warhawk: just waitin
lily: believe in farse
||||||||| Dysfunctional_Friend waltzes in at 9:10 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
General Dysfunction: howdy whisperin
warhawk: hello there
DJTweeny: Hi Friend
||||||||| Catherwood ushers squeeze_the_wheeze inside, makes a note of the time (9:10 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
HolyGram: HiYas, DJ!
Bambi: howdy :-)
lily: hi warhawk
General Dysfunction: here we go!
||||||||| 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!"
dell cat: how are things in Virginia, Bambi?
lily: catfish catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood strides alongside lily and says "Do you have something for me to do?"
Dysfunctional_Friend: Doors close in five seconds
Mudhead: hello all
Lil: I thought it was Freudstein
shoes for the dead: who have I got to lose?
General Dysfunction: where's my seat...oh!
||||||||| Around 9:12 PM, Mudhead walks off into the sunset...
EWeston: 49 50 Flocked Job freahly parsed!
Bambi: hot ... it's summer Cat :-)
lily: dog soupp
DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
Bambi: canada would be so much nicer this time of year
||||||||| Mudhead tiptoes in around 9:12 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
Beet: I must admait I never understood what "stream" one was peeing in
Dysfunctional_Friend: Follow the yellow rubber line to your seat
||||||||| Catherwood strides up and announces "Presenting 'Mister FosterFreeze', just granted probation at 9:13 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
WallofScience: this is a hell of a bus
DJTweeny: Hi Foster
dell cat: nature itself, beet
Mister FosterFreeze: Hiya Kids
DJTweeny: plenty of seats :)
General Dysfunction: lettuce paws
lily: VA yellow line
Mudhead: I'll take one Frosty Foster Freeze please
dell cat: like the bear in the first bear whiz beer ad
shoes for the dead: hey Freeze
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:13 PM and late as usual, it's Merlyn, just back from Minneapolis."
WallofScience: do it man!
Beet: I think that's it, dell. Thanks
dell cat: merl, you havent been flooded?
Mister FosterFreeze: Hi all
Bambi: hey Merlyn
shoes for the dead: Meylyn!
DJTweeny: Hey Merlyn
lily: lint free tooth paste
HolyGram: It's in the water, Dell, that's why it's yellow.
Merlyn: hey
Beet: hi freeze
EWeston: Merl itself doesn't know
||||||||| Catherwood leads rockinrick in through the front door at 9:14 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
WallofScience: amazing
DJTweeny: We had almost 50 people in the chat at one point last week. I like it :)
DJTweeny: Hi rick
Mudhead: oh, a bear wiz? No, thanks, I want a Freeze
dell cat: i thought it was industrial pollution, holy
Nabby: Is this simulated do you suppose?
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rockinrick: I like billiards!
lily: and I missed it lol
||||||||| Bialowski bounds in at 9:15 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
EWeston: Rubber yellow lines are your friends
General Dysfunction: honk honk
DJTweeny: Hi Betty Jo
HolyGram: Try a vacation in Golden, CO
Beet: That's me!
DJTweeny: Hi Beet
EWeston: Try the shushe on Altbarn 6
shoes for the dead: please keep your hands to yourself
General Dysfunction: lone tertle
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
EWeston: Its turtles all the way down
DJTweeny: Where's Dexter?
HolyGram: Ha!
shoes for the dead: loan turtle?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
Beet: This thing is so rich and yet the principles are completely simple ultimately.
lily: what does a moonbeam smell like
EWeston: With his faithful guppy Fred
DJTweeny: lots of layers, Beet
Beet: cheese
General Dysfunction: lemons
EWeston: Stinky cheeze
HolyGram: How rat bob, Bob?
lily: cheezy toes
Merlyn: hey Beet, you related to Joe Beets? Or the Whisperin' Squash?
EWeston: With or without katchup
||||||||| Dysfunctional_Friend rushes off, saying "9:19 PM? Mark Time is almost on! Where's a radio?"
General Dysfunction: more animals
Beet: I am of the lonesome family of beets
shoes for the dead: moonbeams can't smell
||||||||| "9:19 PM? 9:19 PM!!" says Catherwood, "Abba should be here by now...oh, THERE you are!" as Abba enters and sits on the divan.
General Dysfunction: spiny dog fish
DJTweeny: Hi Abba
Beet: the voice of God!
||||||||| Catherwood leads Mr. Bark Bark into the room, accepts an I.O.U. as a gratuity, mutters something about 9:20 PM, then departs.
General Dysfunction: finally!
dell cat: doggedly
||||||||| Outside, the 9:20 PM uptown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving llanwydd coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mr. Bark Bark: Ruthlessly!
EWeston: Not a jungle bunny?
llanwydd: good evening folks
||||||||| elpoptart waltzes in at 9:20 PM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
lily: NSA
dell cat: hey llan
General Dysfunction: ruhh rohh
Bambi: hi llanwydd
EWeston: Distract him with the bunny
shoes for the dead: hey lp
llanwydd: looks like a cool crowd tonight
General Dysfunction: here bunny
Beet: Oh, yes. Hello Mr. NSA guy.
HolyGram: Yes, Hell-o nsa guy!
lily: captured your smell
Nabby: Man is still dropping great loads
||||||||| Mayor P'nisnose strides up to the podium and speaks: "My fellow Armenians, if you have questions about exorcism, buy the new book "EXORCISM IN YOUR DAILY LIFE", now on sale. Incidentally, so is my vote."
Beet: still makes me laugh
llanwydd: pardon me for asking but what is this "NSA guy" thing about?
EWeston: Its down there in the compost, I know it!
Bialowski: Everyone's always telling me to stay on the yellow line
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:22 PM and millvalley sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
General Dysfunction: ruhh rohh
Nabby: The NSA are a bunch of ninnies
||||||||| With a theatrical clearing of his throat, Catherwood intones: "9:22 PM and late as usual, it's nufced, just back from Pennsylvania."
shoes for the dead: he's the only one in the room laughing, Beet
General Dysfunction: i laugh, ha ha
lily: they listen when no one else will
Bialowski: Amscray, Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood steps over to Bialowski and mumbles "Typing my name just to rile me, eh?"
Beet: It's just that we assume we have a special NSA monitor assiged to us and we are just being polite
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
EWeston: I larf, oops.
DJTweeny: Hi Mill, nufeed
General Dysfunction: we are nothing if not polite
elpoptart: its me, im the nsa bot
||||||||| "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!"
lily: Cathwood strawberries for all?
Mudhead: Drinks for eveyone Catherwood
||||||||| Catherwood walks right past Mudhead
dell cat: girl from mill valley, great tune
llanwydd: smacks of paranoia
EWeston: Lets see your Turing cert
Beet: ANSA poptart?
lil_artie: thuds first law!
Mudhead: Catherwood get drinks for all
||||||||| Catherwood gets drinks for all.
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
Nabby: Oh Spunky
General Dysfunction: eternal principl principa principlees
Mudhead: Allhail Dr Fudd
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Beet: just because we are paranoid doesn't mean they aren't there
dell cat: i'll contribute my chunky margarita. back to sangria for me
lily: bitter laptop
||||||||| It's 9:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| ah, Clem - dead from measles
||||||||| Cheryl - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| warhawk - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Rufus_T_Firetween: ** Read about “I THINK WE’RE ALL BOZOS ON THIS BUS” at >> http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
General Dysfunction: testiclees deeviaunt
EWeston: Laptop biter desires AC DC connection
Nabby: Live it or live with it.
shoes for the dead: up against the wall!!
DJTweeny: ** WE’RE STREAMING LIVE!! - 128k (for broadband listeners) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u or at 16k (for dial-up users) at http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
Nabby: zzzzzzzzzzap
lily: loaded granny smith
HolyGram: Strait ahead!
EWeston: Assemble on the poop deck!
Beet: somebody told me once that the guy saying "straight ahead" was Mohammud Ali. Sounds bogus though
HolyGram: carryin' da bum...
DJTweeny: Hey LLan, didn't see you sneak in
lily: ya can't have a negative without a positive
General Dysfunction: plug it in!
llanwydd: didn't exactly sneak, tween. good to be here
lily: tune it on
dell cat: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnUZlRdUx8c
Bialowski: where tonight too many of them will be sleeping in other people's cars
llanwydd: on a good night too
EWeston: Then we get into holes
General Dysfunction: failure and food for thot
Nabby: thanks Cat
EWeston: Snot here?
DJTweeny: Great to see ya, LLan
lil_artie: Aw forget it!
llanwydd: what's not there?
shoes for the dead: or caves, which are holes on their sides
EWeston: I've forgotten
Bialowski: DON'T forget it.
General Dysfunction: me tru
dell cat: back in new york, llan?
||||||||| 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!"
lily: you have your pants down
llanwydd: what's the subject? The Beethoven Piano Snottas?
Beet: Hey dell that links to some Jeff Beck music. What's the connection?
shoes for the dead: Jeeum
General Dysfunction: and while we're on the subject...
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llanwydd: not at the moment, cat. I'm going up for a visit in a couple of weeks
Nabby: Beck's birthday couple days ago
dell cat: the song i referred to earlier, girl from mill valley.
EWeston: I used to be beside myself. Then the aliens stole half of me
dell cat: someone named millvalley just showed up here.
Nabby: Max Middleton 4 Ever!
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Beet: Oh, sorry
||||||||| 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 sound man falls out at 9:30 PM.
llanwydd: that doesn't sound familiar, cat
lily: probe rebels
General Dysfunction: carefully
dell cat: what doesn't?
lil_artie: he broke the president!
llanwydd: what's sound man? A Marvel Comics superhero or an underpaid theatre crew member?
llanwydd: the song you mentioned, cat
General Dysfunction: yes
DJTweeny: Hi sound man
EWeston: Today all we get are kneebiters attacking the president
sound man: Hey..
llanwydd: how sound are you, man?
Beet: I could write a tome of a commentary on all of the things in this record. I have spent many hours with this one.
lil_artie: close B clothes mode.
General Dysfunction: read me
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh my duck! His pants have disappeared!
dell cat: from jeff beck's apple album
HolyGram: breaking the president
EWeston: Good for a stage 5 earthquake
lily: farting rainbows
llanwydd: guess I don't know that one
Nabby: gate to close, flop flip
General Dysfunction: loved that apple album, partly for the album art
lil_artie: porridge bird?
Nabby: aww lily
llanwydd: actually I have only heard "Wired"
dell cat: nicky hopkins tune, i believe. he was ubiquitous in those days.
dell cat: just about everything's on youtube now
lily: no underware here
Beet: little squinty eyes
General Dysfunction: i said album, so much revealed
dell cat: every album i likled seemed to have nicky tickling the ivories
Nabby: underwhere?
EWeston: Still a few years for underwear
General Dysfunction: underwhires
shoes for the dead: over there
lily: lol live like you are in scotland
WallofScience: yes, damn
EWeston: In clown underwear
General Dysfunction: this ride is clothesed
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EWeston: Fresh off the bush
shoes for the dead: he broke the precedent
lily: watch out my seltzer bottle has a hair trigger
llanwydd: Bozos was the FST album that took me years to buy
dell cat: shrub?
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Beet: as he crosses the tracks the announcers accent changes to mexican
EWeston: Watch out for that recursion!
dell cat: why is that, llan?
DJTweeny: speaking of The Funway
llanwydd: I was so busy with the others I didn't get around to Bozos for a ridiculously long time
Mr. Bark Bark: You'll need a crobar!
General Dysfunction: an anxious androiiiiiid
llanwydd: you mean a crewmark
EWeston: Eh
||||||||| Catherwood enters with Elayne close behind, mutters something about disrupting his 9:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and dashes off to the sitting room.
Elayne: Evenin' all!
Nabby: Ooh the Haunted Space Station
llanwydd: Hi Elayne
Mr. Bark Bark: ;-)
lily: a rasp
shoes for the dead: hey El!
DJTweeny: Hey Elayne
General Dysfunction: hi elayne!
||||||||| "Happy" Harry Cox pops in and say "I was right! Everything I knew WAS wrong! You CAN get "Profiles in Barbecue Sauce", chock full of meaty Firesign scripts!"
Beet: The Originator is here!
Nabby: Hi Elayne
EWeston: Elayne, won't you lie down?
llanwydd: Hey Harry
dell cat: a friend sent it to me when it came out. i had just moved to a city in japan which called itself "music city" because of all the instruments that were made there. seemed a good place to hear this first time
General Dysfunction: oh my goodness
Elayne: EWeston, if I lie down now I won't get up again until morning. Still really, really tired.
Nabby: Robot's Rules of Order by Robby
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Bialowski: ah, Clem is in a black ops prison in Armenia. Amnestry Internationale had me send a postcard to try to get him out.
Elayne: But Tuesday begins a brand new working life for me, so I just have to hang in until then.
General Dysfunction: somebody say amen
llanwydd: LOL, Bialowski
dell cat: Be healthy, El
DJTweeny: Catherwood, say amen
||||||||| Catherwood says "amen"
General Dysfunction: tuesday,...isn't this thursdray
EWeston: Someow you made me think of Groucho's first scene with Ms. Dunaway
Elayne: Thanks Deli1
Nabby: Achoo
Beet: If you don't mind me asking, E, what's the new job?
lily: ahhhhmen
General Dysfunction: thanks dj
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: mrs dunaway? I must have missed that one
General Dysfunction: i
||||||||| It's 9:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Johnny Fever - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Bambi - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo) - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Mister FosterFreeze - dead from the common cold
||||||||| rockinrick - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| Abba - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| millvalley - dead from The Plague
||||||||| nufced - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
General Dysfunction: ij
dell cat: i'm listening on the mac and typing on the dell, so i'm in two cats at once
||||||||| Catherwood escorts Mark Time in through the front door at 9:40 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
General Dysfunction: i'm frighttened or tired
lily: we did not have a thursday last week
EWeston: His fist words on screen to his leading lady for many years
DJTweeny: Hi Mark
WallofScience: worker pushing the droids around again
dell cat: tired is better, gen.
lil_artie: I love this part...
WallofScience: hacker
Nabby: how is that possible lily
Nabby: time warp?
dell cat: are you in a different universe, lily?
General Dysfunction: i didn't know, i must make up for it
llanwydd: interesting, weston. I know groucho very well I I don't know mrs dunaway
Mark Time: Happy landings!
lily: I had two wed. s last week lol
Bialowski: Mrs. Dunaway? You mean Bonnie & Clyde?
Nabby: now print!
EWeston: Close Deputy Dan B clothes mode
General Dysfunction: i'm going to do that next week, coworkers will love it!
lily: I stepped into my paintings and refused to come out and play
||||||||| Outside, the 9:41 PM downtown bus from Billville pulls away, leaving drmemory coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Nabby: you can't have two Wed's it's not "allowed"
Beet: This is one of the most heady pieces ever recorded on any medium ever
dell cat: i see. good reason, lily
EWeston: Her charater name for the film was Mrs Rittenhouse
Nabby: Sounds good lily
General Dysfunction: groover dam
shoes for the dead: good timing Dr.
lily: Tell that to my calendar
llanwydd: I think you mean Margaret Dumont, EWeston
EWeston: Hoovers dime
||||||||| Catherwood leads UncleBucky inside, makes a note of the time (9:42 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
Nabby: Hello worker
EWeston: That's her. I's bad with names. Never leave one wiith me
General Dysfunction: tick tock tick tock
drmemory: heheh
Nabby: Dr. um.... ahh.....
UncleBucky: Yeah, I'm here. Seems I am addicted to the Wall of Science
General Dysfunction: tough grid man
lil_artie: arent you happy?
llanwydd: You know Margaret Dumont never understood any of Groucho's jokes
EWeston: Got some hot photons if your feeling dim
DJTweeny: Hi Bucky
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
llanwydd: That's the official story anyway. Sometimes I wonder if she was just embarrassd by them
Bialowski: Wall of Science was Cosmos for its time
dell cat: thats true for a lot of people, llan
Beet: please choose
lily: thanks tweeny
dell cat: good point, bette joe
||||||||| "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: please shoes
EWeston: I've read some books by the brothers. I don't remember any comment on Margrate
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
General Dysfunction: don
General Dysfunction: don't make the doctor
shoes for the dead: gypsy Dr!!
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
dell cat: i love this ending.
UncleBucky: Fawgetdabowdit
||||||||| 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: clogs
EWeston: Don't make out with the doctor
dell cat: do you remember the future? forget it, tapehead
Nabby: "tapehead"? just noticed that
llanwydd: If you've read some books by the brothers, I wonder if you have read my alltime favorite autobiograpy, Harpo Speaks
Nabby: clogged feet
||||||||| 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 scotty plummets into the garden at 9:45 PM.
lily: wheres cease?
Beet: the ultimate of dualities - the past and the future. Forget it!
Mr. Bark Bark: Oh-- and-- well worth-- well worth a dollar...
DJTweeny: Hi scotty
EWeston: I was a sailor, and wierd with a beard
General Dysfunction: dollar for a doctor
llanwydd: if not, I recommend it
lily: a yen
General Dysfunction: two step bob worksin my office
dell cat: many decades ago, llan. my memory is not that good. also groucho letters which weren't as witty as he was orally
Beet: Me too, EW
UncleBucky: ah the balls
EWeston: I did read one by Harpo, but I can't think of the title
||||||||| 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 ordinaryguy falls out at 9:46 PM.
Beet: Classic
Nabby: put $50 between them and you get a better reading
General Dysfunction: yes
dell cat: read good bio of groucho
llanwydd: I believe Harpo Speaks was his only book
Nabby: thanks Tween
Bialowski: In my village the currency was based on TVs, man
lil_artie: GreAt album!
||||||||| scotty, spotting Bradshaw, runs into The Portrait Gallery.
General Dysfunction: Yes Indeed!
llanwydd: I've read biographies of the marx bros but never one specifically about groucho
Lil: That went fast
EWeston: Aviation subhunter Beet. I did catch the end of the war
lily: human tears
Bialowski: Bradshaw!
General Dysfunction: but somehow it is okay!
Beet: Get the good stuff
General Dysfunction: will do!
shoes for the dead: Lets Eat!!!
Mr. Bark Bark: There was a hilarious section on Chico's gambling problems in the book "George S. Kaufman and his friends," a 900 page tome-- the Marx brothers section is somewhere in the middle.
Beet: My deal was air traffic controller. Also an airdale
General Dysfunction: more sugar
Lil: Nice
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lily: beet me wx airdale
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:49 PM and Floralacres sashays out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
EWeston: Their father really should have oppenned a restaraunt
Mr. Bark Bark: Oops, got to go-- Chicago's vodka won't drink itself...
Bialowski: Everybody in my high school was named Jim, too.
DJTweeny: Hi Floral
llanwydd: yeah, chico's gambling was out of control for most of his life
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
dell cat: that's why they kept having to work when they didn't want to, bark?
Beet: Cool, lily
shoes for the dead: Hey Flo
General Dysfunction: yestiddey
Elayne: I just noticed the album playing. Now that my work situation is changing I can confess, "I think we're all bozos on this bus" is the pass phrase I use to get into my current work compuer
EWeston: I got to fly on the airplane with the $400 toilet seat. There was no tiolet under it
General Dysfunction: what a suprise
||||||||| 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 Uh, Clem (of course) plummets into the garden at 9:51 PM.
dell cat: hopefully for the better, El
lily: bare with you
Nabby: I can't bear that
Elayne: Absolutely Cat.
Beet: highly classified employment
DJTweeny: wb clem
WallofScience: great satan's whore - great name for a band
Bialowski: ah, Clem! You're back!
dell cat: Then I'm delighted
shoes for the dead: Uncle David!!
EWeston: Somehow you just never needed to take a dump on the airplane. And it flew for a long time
lily: the suction alone would pull the pimples off your..
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General Dysfunction: whizzzberin squash
Uh, Clem (of course): yep!
Elayne: My first long-term job the company decided to outsource my position. They're no longer in existence.
EWeston: Barncle bait we calls it
llanwydd: I got a phone call from a friend a little while ago who wants me to watch Spartacus at 10
Elayne: My second long-term job, the company went from 50+ employees to 3 by the time I left.
UncleBucky: What is the intro music for the whispering beet show?
Nabby: feather them splendidly
llanwydd: I've never seen it but I liked the film quite a bit so...
Nabby: what?
General Dysfunction: i'd take kirk douglas for 25
Bialowski: I am Spartacus.
llanwydd: LOL, Bial
Elayne: This one, , the company was bought out/merged with a bigger company and we all get to keep our jobs but the company as such won't really exist as of Tuesday.
Nabby: I am Spartacus
Elayne: I feel like it's somehow my fault, that I go to places and outlast the places. :)
lily: I am Spartacus
General Dysfunction: well then, ..
dell cat: I am Catacus
||||||||| Catherwood stops by and announces "While you bozos sit here in the Waiting Room, why not shop at the Firesale store?"
EWeston: I am greek westlin oil
Beet: I am Spartacus
llanwydd: I watched him fill out a job application today for the first time in his life and he's 69
General Dysfunction: wait, i'm writing this down....
shoes for the dead: I am cusapart
EWeston: Sparticus is skizo
llanwydd: he doesn't need to work but he feels like it apparently
||||||||| It's 9:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| elpoptart - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Merlyn - dead from jaundice
||||||||| squeeze_the_wheeze - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
dell cat: copy and paste is easier, gen.
EWeston: I an Cuzinart!
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General Dysfunction: i'm on it
Beet: Merl's gone
Elayne: Yeah, my soon-to-be-former bosses (or "assignments" actually) are in their 70s and feel that way too.
llanwydd: but I'm likely to be back after Spartacus
lily: we are all skizo on this bus
Nabby: Spooky is chasing a bug
General Dysfunction: skizos on tour
DJTweeny: ** For those of you not familiar, there's a log of the entire chat you can view to catch up. Click on the LOG link at the bottom of the page to view tonight's log.
General Dysfunction: go spooky go
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Nabby: Good kitty
EWeston: The multiple reality tour
llanwydd: I look at the old chat's from time to time, tween. They are very entertaining
shoes for the dead: multiple identity
Floralacres: hey !! I lost my place in line !!!...you guys are as crazy and I am... I love it but I dfeel bad ----I lost my servants who were in the barrols
Mudhead: g companies we would be proud to manage or own, but the 50-70 year olds decided they wanted the cash upfront and sold our future for their present.
llanwydd: sorry I meant chats, not chat's
shoes for the dead: multiple identity
General Dysfunction: loggers in limbo
lily: multiple organs
EWeston: Multiple redundancy
Nabby: btw, Nabby's in Kirkland, not Mpls.
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 9:58 PM and Jubal bounds out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
Mudhead: Now we have to find new companies to build and start at the bottom again.
DJTweeny: >> llanwydd: I look at the old chat's from time to time, tween. They are very entertaining << one can hope we're having a bit of fun :)
DJTweeny: Hi Jubal
dell cat: did you go to the brouhaha, nabby?
shoes for the dead: redundundancy
Jubal: Hiya Tweeny
Nabby: Brouhaha
Beet: Only other Jubal I have heard of was Jubal Early. Heard of him?
EWeston: Someone get the natural gourd on this
dell cat: Bergman's memorial, in Kirkland, Wa.
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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
Nabby: Yes I did Cat
||||||||| Catherwood steals into the room, and snorts derisively "Announcing 'Merlyn', also known as 'Nancy' -- the time is 9:59 PM" -- then he slowly retires back into the anteroom...
DJTweeny: wb Merlyn
Bialowski: My neighbor is not wearing shoes. Wondering if I should report him.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 10 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
llanwydd: on second thought, I think I'll watch Spartacus while I'm chatting
General Dysfunction: a moment for kirkland, then back at it
lily: what a croc
Nabby: Met all of yaz there and at Whidbey
dell cat: did you hang out with the guys after the show?
dell cat: ok, then we did meet.
Nabby: No unfortunately, I had to catch the last bus out
Floralacres: and inside......its amazing
dell cat: i think i've seen 6-8 whidbey shows
EWeston: Close te door, and the light stays on!
Nabby: I attended two, really special
dell cat: HI Floral
dell cat: Both Whidbey and Kirkland are Seattle suburbs, right?
General Dysfunction: yes
Nabby: Yes
General Dysfunction: whidbey is the island
EWeston: With a bridge
Nabby: Nifty isle land -- below Deception Pass
Bialowski: Sleater Kinney
dell cat: i take the bridge when i drive down from vancouver
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: the new spartacus is a lot gorier than the old one
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
General Dysfunction: tis lovely
dell cat: that name sounds familiar, betty joe
Nabby: Tis
Floralacres: I'm almost 75 yrs old........................the 60's were good to me..................lol....Ijust discovered this website....we all loved Firesign...can't believe there are other folks like me lol
llanwydd: evening billy
Nabby: Did Northern Lights originate on Whidbey?
llanwydd: I was only a child in the 60s
Mudhead: Glad you made it Flora
lily: good night all next week two tuesdays
llanwydd: I was born during the kennedy administration
llanwydd: even my parents don't remember where I was when...
dell cat: you're almost as old as david ossman, floral. and he's still creating. why not you?
Nabby: Be groovy lily and take care
EWeston: Next siderial time then Lily
Nabby: lol lily
Mudhead: nite lily
General Dysfunction: if you are there that's where they originate
||||||||| "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!"
dell cat: by lily
General Dysfunction: g'night lily
lily: peas out
revjim: I was 12 during the Summer of Love.....
Beet: C ya Lily
Nabby: I was 10 that summer
Mudhead: ok girls, tits up!
General Dysfunction: and lights out
EWeston: Blindfolds on.
dell cat: 1951
Mudhead: 1955
General Dysfunction: 1955
||||||||| 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: all my cousins are your age Cat
shoes for the dead: 1956
Bialowski: Floral-a, ..........You ............rock ...............those ellipses
EWeston: Tail end of 1950
llanwydd: cat is ten years older than me
dell cat: is that a large number, nabby?
General Dysfunction: whole family was muenching away
EWeston: Fenarmindude?
Nabby: several, a veritable bunch
General Dysfunction: a plethlora
Nabby: oh heheh I see what you mean
shoes for the dead: here? or in your family?
EWeston: A seven pac
||||||||| 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!"
llanwydd: I'm alternating between spartacus and a documentary about the 1960s
||||||||| Catherwood escorts The Future is here in through the front door at 10:09 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
General Dysfunction: a miracle!
DJTweeny: Hi Future
EWeston: Market it!
Nabby: Which doc llan
The Future is here: Fun is where the future is!
DJTweeny: Unfortunately Future, Bozos is past :/
llanwydd: a mackerel?
||||||||| It's 10:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Elayne - dead from the common cold
||||||||| HolyGram - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Mr. Bark Bark - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Mark Time - dead from The Plague
||||||||| UncleBucky - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| scotty - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| ordinaryguy - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Uh, Clem (of course) - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
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: Or else
General Dysfunction: yet always to remember
DJTweeny: lol
shoes for the dead: and is there much difference, llan?
Nabby: lol
llanwydd: very much, shoes
Nabby: and you smell like one too
Nabby: what?
shoes for the dead: spat is less bloody?
dell cat: no austin is completely wrong here. japanese movie industry highly developed
llanwydd: spartacus is a little bit gory for me
Bialowski: here in the City Of Emphysema
General Dysfunction: raymond burr in godzeeeela
The Future is here: I just watched the whole screen change text on me ...What happend?
||||||||| Principalpoop tiptoes in around 10:11 PM, trying to avoid Catherwood because of last year's "unpleasant incident."
dell cat: when hollywood looked at the competition, they considered them superior. how can we compete with that?
Beet: Red Buttons lol
Nabby: it's the Matrix, future --the Grid
shoes for the dead: you are on drugs, Future
General Dysfunction: sure, the grazz is always greenr
DJTweeny: Hey P, where ya been boy?
dell cat: the future is on drugs. sounds like aldous huxley
The Future is here: better call NEO
Nabby: hey ppoop
Nabby: or THX 1138
shoes for the dead: hry PP
General Dysfunction: enola goy
EWeston: The grazz is greener, and in the bathroom because of it
The Future is here: how did you know shoes? lol
General Dysfunction: sealed in the tank
llanwydd: enola goy! LOL
Nabby: lol
Principalpoop: hey there, toke ville or track ville? de
EWeston: Its ok the japanese were the lost tribe
Nabby: 8 tracks : )
Nabby: 16 tracks : )
Beet: Aloyishus De Trackville. I'm laughing and typing simoltaneously
Bialowski: OK, kids. OK. Let's hear from Principal Poop.
The Future is here: that for boogies... you know real beanners , People that like to sleep in tubes
EWeston: 17 muzzles
General Dysfunction: and it shews
shoes for the dead: 76 trombones
dell cat: maybe your typing will make others laugh, beet
General Dysfunction: i laffed!
llanwydd: sleep in tubes? you mean the subway?
Principalpoop: oops real stereo again, I should have put in both hearing aids, grrrr
EWeston: 19 clavicals, and only 18 spoons
The Future is here: I always get a laugh when I visit here! :-)
llanwydd: a well-tempered clavicle
General Dysfunction: tell a story
dell cat: thats what firesign is for, future
EWeston: Linear or parallel aids Pooper?
Principalpoop: give him a cold shoulder blade
General Dysfunction: my mom complains about hearing the radio in her teeth, god bless her!
Bialowski: Budget's been cut, shoes. You only got 3 trombones now.
The Future is here: copy that ..cat
Floralacres: I have discovered this site and realized that there are more crazies than me
Principalpoop: cereal
Nabby: Far more and you're one
dell cat: yes floral. lots
EWeston: Serial cerial abusers
General Dysfunction: by the lamp...
Principalpoop: crazy? hahahahaha cough cough
Bialowski: Don't get off the yellow line just yet, Floral.
Rufus_T_Firetween: Welcome to the asylum, Floralacres ;)
Beet: we prefer the term "Bozos"
EWeston: Mad am I? No I'm in a good, mood.
Nabby: https://www.facebook.com/groups/21145641274/
Principalpoop: come on in, take off your skin, and rattle around in your bones
Nabby: https://www.facebook.com/groups/50372982074/
shoes for the dead: and Bozoettes
General Dysfunction: le bozos
llanwydd: be back after spartacus if anybody's still here.
||||||||| At 10:19 PM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, llanwydd!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
General Dysfunction: mad am i, i am mad, do I know how i've been had?
Principalpoop: my rye neck is acting up too
EWeston: That's a well used rattle, belonged to my brother y'know
The Future is here: I think i'm compelled to lie on spunky ...
shoes for the dead: wry neck
dell cat: hi poop
Floralacres: The 60's was such a fun time for me.... we used to sit around and all recite Fireside material like we were doing a play.
dell cat: speaking of stone cutting, the best novel i've ever read is called The Black Obelisk
EWeston: Tell her you love her first
Nabby: Hear ya floral
Principalpoop: rolling around on the basement floor
dell cat: about a guy in germany who engraved grave stones.
Lil: Niceta seeya Pooper
General Dysfunction: i
General Dysfunction: i'll get it
General Dysfunction: i seem to be stuttering
Principalpoop: I left the cam on again? ahh hell
Nabby: Heavy stuff Cat
The Future is here: I've found that the more intelligent you are the better you enjoy firesign
shoes for the dead: a grave novel, cat?
EWeston: Please. please try to. Try to stand by
Lil: I love this extra stuff Tweeny, glad you have the time for it
General Dysfunction: i. will. t. tr....try......
Bialowski: Life can be fun again, Floral.
Principalpoop: was there a black asterix too?
Lil: Miss the sermon thouigh
dell cat: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_Obelisk
Lil: though
Beet: the benefit of recording technology
EWeston: But surrup won't stop em!
Nabby: very well regarded - I'd forgotten about that one Cat
shoes for the dead: i don't just stand by, I like it
The Future is here: over the years it seems that you get more of what they meant
General Dysfunction: edgar allen though
dell cat: best book i've ever read. and i've spent most of my life reading
EWeston: More people are by than you'd think
Floralacres: oh fun is still here... I get away with more since Im old....besides my servants are in those barrels.
Nabby: Just read "Fear" by pre-dianetics L Ron Hubbard
Nabby: thanks for the recommendation Cat
dell cat: then where do you keep the wine, floral?
||||||||| It's 10:25 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| drmemory - dead from The Plague
||||||||| lily - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| Mary - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Jubal - dead from The Plague
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
EWeston: In a hot house?
General Dysfunction: no shoes!
Nabby: before all of that scientology stuff, the guy could really write
Bialowski: Just read Hard Knocks by Chump Threads
The Future is here: it seems difficult to imagine that I was 12 when I first caught to the bozos album
EWeston: Go snooze docter
dell cat: i was thinking of getting the firesign theatre to do something in japan.
dell cat: like python did on german tv
Nabby: that was a great show
Nabby: (German special)
shoes for the dead: or smoke weed
General Dysfunction: go on a rooad, smoake wied
Floralacres: I drank most of it....lol...and blamed it on my maid that was with me on the ship !!!
dell cat: there were several, werent they? i have to go to another room to check the vhs tapes
General Dysfunction: stay tiuned
Nabby: Ohhh really? I saw one
General Dysfunction: oh, those ship maids, much caution!
Nabby: Stay tiny
dell cat: you google it, i'll look in other room
EWeston: I shot the tuner knob into next Tuesday
Floralacres: good night guys !!!!!! so great to have discovered this website. see ya later
General Dysfunction: no tuesdays next week, two wednesdays, no thursday
Principalpoop: chow flora
EWeston: See yah F a
Beet: Come again Floral
Nabby: take care floral
EWeston: No Starch!
Nabby: got it Cat
General Dysfunction: bye floral
The Future is here: Simple question for you folks, What Is Your Favorite Quote From Bozos?
||||||||| Bebop Lobo reminds all you hep cats to listen to Firesign’s NEW 24/7 RADIO STATION Click to listen anytime!"
shoes for the dead: see ya on the mobous strip Flo
Nabby: Monty Python's Fliegender Zirkus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Python's_Fliegender_Zirkus (2 shows)
General Dysfunction: not a simple question
EWeston: Trailor bikes and chigger bites
The Future is here: I know right
Beet: There's too many
Mudhead: ah,clem
dell cat: yes, two
Nabby: I'd love to see them - thanks!
The Future is here: It's a great release!
General Dysfunction: too bad for you!
EWeston: But I lurves it anyway
Nabby: I'll find em and check them both out
Principalpoop: Nicky nick nick has a nice ring to it, from a jackerback cox
dell cat: Floral, have you heard David's poem about his birthday in 1936?
Nabby: But FT has never done anything in Japan?
EWeston: Any box in a muzzle loading session
dell cat: i was riffing on nicky hopkins earlier, and nicky appears in a new voice
The Future is here: I think my my is: " So I'll just wait here and kinda watchya until Dan gets here"
Beet: I suppose one of the quotes I use most is: how can you be in two places at once when . . . well you know
General Dysfunction: i have heard the call to do nothing, and am doing my best to do that
dell cat: no but i had contacts in japanese radio, i played firesign in 74-75 on NHK, the national broadcaster
dell cat: also record companies and ad people.
The Future is here: or at least one of them...
Nabby: Interesting
shoes for the dead: quid Mallmborg in plano
dell cat: if they had wanted it to happen, it would have happened.
General Dysfunction: dear friends
Beet: great capitalist prayer
Nabby: They never toured there?
Principalpoop: no, greatest capitalist prayer
General Dysfunction: white fries?
EWeston: The devil is in the dandruf...or Georgia
General Dysfunction: both of those, yes
Nabby: I always liked "according to my careful prosthesis"
dell cat: a lot of firesign arises from david ossman's poetry
General Dysfunction: like that nabby
dell cat: no nabby.
The Future is here: Ok guys , next question . What is your favorite album?
EWeston: The next one.
General Dysfunction: I didn't know there was gonna be a test!
dell cat: bozos, as the last chapter in a total story, future.
Beet: Bozos without question
dell cat: good one, ew
EWeston: This is not, a real test.
dell cat: i dont think so, but i could be wrong. tech is getting so much easier
Nabby: Bang on EW
||||||||| Ralph Spoilsport drives in through the door and says "Buy a new or used T-shirt from the Firesign Theatre Cafepress store! Hurry before this sentence ends!"
General Dysfunction: god i luv them all so much
||||||||| Catherwood enters with hickinstick close behind, mumbles something about disrupting his 10:37 PM tree-stunting plans, and scurries off to the vestibule.
DJTweeny: favorite album = EYKIW
Principalpoop: me too
shoes for the dead: Martian Space Party
dell cat: this has a lot of hiss on it. i'll listenig on mac
DJTweeny: Hi hickinstick, you're just in time for the end of the show ;)
dell cat: is it hissy for y'all?
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
hickinstick: heck yes
Nabby: It switches around - I like some FT albums now that I liked less in previous years - others in the front fall back
shoes for the dead: a little Cat
||||||||| 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'
Beet: no hiss here
General Dysfunction: ok, nick danger, nick danger, nick danger
Principalpoop: I thought it was my tinnitus
Nabby: Cat's having a hissy fit
The Future is here: I love Nick! that cracks me up!
dell cat: when i was producing shows for their new radio station, so much of their stuff was as hissy as this
EWeston: A well tailored hissy is a rare thing
dell cat: if all of you dont mind this, then that makes my job much easier
The Future is here: LOL EW
shoes for the dead: ya cay, not the best audio
||||||||| 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!"
||||||||| It's 10:40 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| sound man - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Lil - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Bialowski - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Floralacres - dead from measles
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
Principalpoop: i don't mind it, sorta like a buzz, stoner
General Dysfunction: men who wear no shoes
dell cat: we should talk about this when many more are on.
Nabby: do you use something like Adobe Audition Cat?
EWeston: Awethenic I calls it.
General Dysfunction: we should talk about this when we are 10 years older, won't that be fun
The Future is here: I might be dead!
shoes for the dead: whay?
DJTweeny: Hope we do, General :)
shoes for the dead: who moved the t
Principalpoop: roundabout was about 50 years ago, ten true summers indeed
dell cat: yes nabby
General Dysfunction: we'll be so much wiser and wiseass-wise
EWeston: The narc?
Nabby: the T party
||||||||| Catherwood walks up and intones "Presenting 'uh, clem', just granted probation at 10:42 PM", then leaves hurriedly.
hickinstick: eastern time.....doh.....
dell cat: but you dont mind the contrast, clean stuff like this and hissy like previous?
||||||||| At 10:42 PM, Merlyn dashes out the door saying "Hey, mister ice-cream man, I've got a nickel, wait for meeeee..."
EWeston: Those vicious, yet somehow fragle political astroturfers?
Principalpoop: bye M
dell cat: the mac is a clean feed and good sound so it's not that.
Nabby: effects/restoration/hiss removal
dell cat: still above water, merl?
Nabby: Hey thanks Kurt!
Beet: This has been a good one. Thanks evryone and thanks to Tween of course. G'nite all
shoes for the dead: thanks Tween!
dell cat: you too, beet
General Dysfunction: this was so fun once again dj, thank you so much!!!
EWeston: Uh oh time sprints out of my grasp again, see youse later all
The Future is here: Gnight Beet
Nabby: experiment with it - but the three presets work pretty well
Principalpoop: thanks tween
DJTweeny: Thanks for listening everybody, and have a great week. See you next time, same FireTime, same FireStation...
Nabby: Take care everyone!
||||||||| EWeston leaves at 10:44 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..."
''Bob'': thx tween!
Nabby: Gotta gooooooooo
shoes for the dead: Park it and Lock it!
Principalpoop: ok, everybody have a super week
The Future is here: Your folks are killer as always!
||||||||| Principalpoop rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's Principalpoop?! It's 10:44 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
General Dysfunction: t'was fun everybody, thanks for all the this and that and the rest of it!
The Future is here: Yes it been great But I;m going to follow this yellow rubber line outta here!
General Dysfunction: funny how i want to hang around, in case something else happens....
||||||||| Bill Sprawl pokes his head in through the window and shouts "MARCHING TO SHIBBOLETH! Click to order!"
dell cat: i think it
dell cat: it's all happened
dell cat: good luck with that.
||||||||| dell cat rushes out the back door as Mayor P'nisnose blasts through the front door holding a shotgun and shouting "Where's dell cat?! It's 10:50 PM and my ballot boxes haven't been stuffed yet!"
DJTweeny: Until last time, again...
||||||||| "Hey DJTweeny!" ... DJTweeny turns, and sees Bradshaw approching with the handcuffs, and is dragged away, screaming "it's only 10:50 PM, I don't have to go yet!"...
General Dysfunction: i guess, ...i guess i have to be....happy with.......with that...
||||||||| Rufus_T_Firetween leaves at 10:50 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..."
||||||||| Around 10:51 PM, General Dysfunction walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood stomps in at 10:54 PM, dragging travelor54 by one foot and asks "Can anyone vouch for this Firehead?"
||||||||| It's 10:55 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| uh, clem - dead from jaundice
||||||||| ''Bob'' - dead from measles
||||||||| revjim - dead from the fiddlers
||||||||| shoes for the dead - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Beet - dead from measles
||||||||| Nabby - dead from pneumonia
||||||||| The Future is here - dead from jaundice
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood escorts NANCY inside, makes a note of the time (10:55 PM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
travelor54: dead from uncertainty
||||||||| Around 10:56 PM, travelor54 walks off into the sunset...
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 11 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Outside, the 11:01 PM downtown bus from Hellmouth pulls away, leaving Mrs. Underhill coughing in a cloud of diesel fumes.
Mrs. Underhill: Hurk hork.....AHEM
Mrs. Underhill: How is everyone?
||||||||| Catherwood says "11:03 PM, time for SOMEONE to leave!", grabs Mrs. Underhill by the collar and gives 'em the old bum's rush out the door
||||||||| It's 11:10 PM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| NANCY - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| hickinstick - dead from jaundice
||||||||| mac cat - dead from jaundice
||||||||| WallofScience - dead from the common cold
||||||||| Mudhead - dead from intense demonic possession
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood ushers kevingt into the room, accepts a grimy quarter as a gratuity, mutters something about 11:44 PM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood accompanies Meat Trademark in through the front door at 11:47 PM, picks up his cues (only slightly scorched), and heads for the billiard room.
||||||||| kevingt departs at 11:49 PM, singing "Toad away, toad away; toad away, toad away! Where do you go when you're toad away?"
||||||||| Catherwood walks in wearing his pyjamas, yawns, and mumbles "It's midnight here in New York city"...then he falls over and starts snoring loudly..
||||||||| It's 12:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| Meat Trademark - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| Catherwood leads VJ into the room, accepts three dimes as a gratuity, mutters something about 12:13 AM, then departs.
||||||||| Catherwood stumbles in and announces "Presenting 'bob', just granted probation at 12:26 AM", then leaves hurriedly.
||||||||| At 12:28 AM, the lights go out! Rocky Rococo's voice pierces the inky darkness: "I've got you now, bob!" Shattering glass is heard, and then the lights come back on...
||||||||| It's 12:40 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| VJ - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
||||||||| A time machine materializes at 12:42 AM and fuckoff steps out, carrying a grape from ancient Greece.
||||||||| Catherwood ushers MOPARBOB inside, makes a note of the time (12:52 AM), then fades off into the distance going on about the waiting room or the sitting room or something.
||||||||| LaughingOtter waltzes in at 12:53 AM carrying an obsidian door knocker.
LaughingOtter: *stows door knocker into backpack*
||||||||| It's 12:55 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| fuckoff - dead from the yaws
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
LaughingOtter: So it's BozoChat tonight, yeah?
LaughingOtter: Anyone have any thoughts on how to have Uh-Clem/MacMan dialogue to short-circuit Siri?
LaughingOtter: Hmmph. I'm going back into the warp for a bit. Q*Bert awaits!
||||||||| 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:
||||||||| MOPARBOB - dead from Globner's disease
||||||||| Better luck next time! And now, back to our chatroom, which is already in progress...
LaughingOtter: It is? All I hear are crickets. Not even an ice-cream truck.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 2 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| It's 2:10 AM, and that means it's time to play BEAT THE REAPER! And here's how our contestants did:
||||||||| LaughingOtter - dead from dengue fever
||||||||| 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 3 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| Catherwood enters the room, strikes a gong, and bellows "THE TIME IN NEW YORK IS 4 O'CLOCK", then silently exits.
||||||||| 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:
Bambi
Beet
Bialowski
''Bob''
Cheryl
dell cat
Denys
DJTweeny
drmemory
Dysfunctional_Friend
Elayne
elpoptart
EWeston
F. Burnoose (was ccjctwo)
Floralacres
General Dysfunction
hickinstick
HolyGram
Johnny Fever
Jubal
LaughingOtter
lil_artie
Lil
lily
llanwydd
Mark Time
Merlyn
Mighty Tim
Mister FosterFreeze
Mr. Bark Bark
Mrs. Underhill
Mudhead
Nabby
Principalpoop
revjim
rockinrick
Rufus_T_Firetween
shoes for the dead
sound man
squeeze_the_wheeze
The Future is here
travelor54
ah, Clem
Uh, Clem (of course)
UncleBucky
WallofScience
warhawk
URL References:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don't_Crush_That_Dwarf,_Hand_Me_the_Pliers
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monty_Python's_Fliegender_Zirkus
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Black_Obelisk
http://firesigntheatre.com/firesale/firesale.php?audio#DUKEOFPFTFTJ
http://firesigntheatre.com/funway.html
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=bozos-rv
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=domm-ln
http://firesigntheatre.com/media/media.php?item=tcotrw-rv
http://laughstore.stores.yahoo.net/firtheatithi.html
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny16k.m3u
http://listen.ehhh.us:8000/tweeny.m3u
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blonde_on_Blonde
https://www.facebook.com/groups/21145641274/
https://www.facebook.com/groups/50372982074/
https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Firesign-Theatre/282668140208
www.dishnuts.net
www.kurtericson.com/txroadkill/roadkillshow
http://www.sfae.com/index.php?pg=301738&c=64
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wnUZlRdUx8c



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